All language subtitles for The Regime S01E02 - The Foundling (Awafim.tv)

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(relaxing music playing)

Elena Vernham:
My loves...

I was once tired, lethargic,

weighed down
by the stresses
of modern life,

until I unlocked
the ancient power
of the potato.

And now, thanks to the healing
properties of potato steam,

I have never felt
healthier, happier, stronger.

With consultation
from top practitioners

in the art
of country medicine,

I have purged
my body of toxins

and transformed my life.

Now, a fresh breeze
flows through the walls
of the people's palace.

Follow our lead, my loves,

and let the natural goodness
of our beloved land

unlock a stronger,
more confident you.

There he is,
the big cheese.

"Chief of Palace
Health and Safety"

we're meant
to call him.

Six years
studyin' medicine,

now I'm boilin' spuds
for Dr. Gorilla.

Elena's stopped
focusing on mold,

so I will
give him that.

- What's the mood outside?
- The people support Elena.

They love to see
America punched
in the mouth.

Herbert Zubak:
Hey!

- You will strive to have
a graceful mind, yeah?
- Yes, sir.

- Now clean that shit up.
- servant: Yes, sir.

See, he's not
right upstairs.

Elena's got to him.

- Oh, pity the poor butcher.
- Yeah, I do.

Herbert:
Hey! Come on!

Here.
The boy's pills.

- What do I owe you?
- Oh, fuck off, puss.

(Agnes chuckles)

White House sources
say they are alarmed

by Chancellor Vernham's
aggressive rhetoric.

We're even hearing reports
that Judith Holt,

chair of the Senate Foreign
Relations Committee,

will be taking time
in her tour of the region
this week

to visit the Chancellor.

So, thoughts?
Too glam for the farmers?

They're sending me a mule.

Some "Chairman of the Senate
Foreign fucking What-Have-You."

No President,
no Vice President,

just some
frequent flyer
corn fucker

from the farm states.

A prestigious committee,
I'm told.

Committees are
for bored housewives.

Too frilly. That one.

And, um, Lenny,
you're not concerned, then?

- With what?
- Just all your spiky talk

about the West
these last few weeks.

- The possible blowback.
- Oh, (laughs) poor Nicky.

You worried they're
going to drone strike you
in the jacuzzi?

(laughs)
No.

No, but with our business ties

in Europe and America.

All our foreign pals,
Laurent, Carla?

- Buscombe?
The Como Consigliere?
- Fuck them.

True friends stay true.
Quislings scatter.

Clearly, the President
is signaling

that he would like
to normalize relations

with this once-staunch ally
and vital trade partner

before tensions
escalate further.

The question is,
will Chancellor Vernham
be receptive?

And while approval
has climbed to 75,

- your highest in four years...
- (news report continues)

I should
caution you.

My agents
in the private sector
are feeling some

market jitters

since the cobalt partnership
with America has stalled.

Some wonder
whether the new,
shall we say,

confrontational attitude
towards the West

- might be having
an averse--
- (Elena interjects)

I like to slice
the egg myself.

Of course, my love.

Thank you,
Mr. Laskin.

I'm sure that will
be more than enough.

Uh, dear,
before I forget,

uh, we've had
a few complaints
about the aroma.

(door shuts)

What sort of
complaints?

Well, primarily
that the palace

smells like
an Irish whorehouse.

(sighs)
Well, tough tits.

The potato steam
is purifying.

I can finally breathe
now that Herbert

has sluiced all
the Western shit
from my system.

(door opens)

Oh, good morning,
Herbert.

- Good morning, Elena.
- We are well, aren't we?

Yes, we are.

We had fun
last night,
didn't we?

(chuckles)
Yes, we did.

And what
did we do,
large one?

We ran through farmers' fields
and howled at harvest moons.

- No--
- Mm, we certainly fucking did.

- Superb horseplay, wasn't it?
- It certainly fucking was.

I wonder,

where will
we go tonight?

Wherever we like.

Black radish
from the homeland.

Let me see.

- Elena: Ah.
- Huh, your spleen's
a little muddy.

- Hm.
- This mustard will help.

Elena:
Go on, then.

Slap me up
like a sandwich.

Nicholas Vernham:
Uh, I'm sure you know, Corporal,

that both Elena and I
have medical degrees.

Uh, I must admit,
I'm not familiar
with your techniques.

- They are from my mother.
- Nicholas: Oh, right.

Country medicine,
is it?

- The only medicine that works.
- Nicholas: Uh-huh.

One might argue
aspirin and chemo

occasionally do
the trick, but sure.

(both humming)

(Elena gasps,
continues humming)

(upbeat orchestral
theme music playing)

♪

(theme music concludes)

- Morning, Madam.
- Morning.

- Morning, darling.
- Hello, Oskar.

- Everything alright, Madam?
- Yeah.

Mr. Bartos
will arrive at noon

for the sugar beet
farmers' event.

- Oh, just send him
my way, please, Agnes.
- Yes. Will do.

Do you know,
our Oskar's new
epilepsy treatment

- really is a miracle,
isn't it?
- Ah.

Agnes:
Yes, he does seem
very well, Madam.

No fits.
Not a single one.

It's truly astonishing,
this folk science.

You see,
that's what our boy
needed all along.

Not those fancy
Western pills.

- It's fascinating.
- Yes, fascinating, Madam.

Hm.

Herbert:
Black radish. Open wide.

Ahh...

Yes. Crunch,
crunch, crunch.
Crunch. Yes, yes.

(cheery music playing at event)

(indistinct chatter)

(birds chirping)

Schiff: Look at him.
Cock of the fucking walk.

Hm. I mean,
she had infatuations
before, though.

Who was the last
meter man?
Um, Sebastian.

- Mm.
- She sacked him because
his jaw clicked when he ate.

Well, I suspect
that this one

may be more than
an infatuation,
Victor.

Well, how do you think
we should play this?

- Ah, patience, my son.
- Mm.

I think Bartos will,
uh, sort her out.

Well,
he'll certainly try.

If the cobalt deal
falls through,

his profits are fucked
like a spring donkey.

They're sending
me a woman.

Can you believe it?

The whole
relationship
on the line,

and they're sending me
a fucking woman.

I've met
Senator Holt
before.

She's quite sensible...
for an American.

You know what
this is, Emil.

They just want
to keep China's claws

- out of our cobalt.
- Of course.

The American empire's
broken, barbaric.

We know this.

- But they've always backed you.
- (scoffs) Placated me.

The tacky blonde
from the tacky country,

always shunted
to the side.

Elena, I've been your
friend and associate
for many years.

You're tough,
you're clever,

and you know just
how to please them

to get them to do
what we want.

- This is your magic.
- (Elena sighs)

Calendula tea
for, uh...

- Oh, right. Yeah.
- ...for, um--

Go on. Say what you
really mean, Emil.

You worried
about your purse,
greedy guts?

Your purse, Elena.
Our purse.

- (sighs)
- If you were
to risk sanctions--

- There won't be sanctions.
- So you say.

But remember,
we are a small
country.

We're like mice
in a bathtub.

Three inches of water,
and we drown.

So, you don't have
to bend the knee,

but you do have
to play their game.

- Do you see?
- I won't be kicked
like a dog, Emil.

But I won't dynamite
the supply lines either.

Alright?
Is that what you
wanted to hear?

Yes, it is.
Thank you.

Sweet relief.

Right. Well, go
and root around

for a cabbage roll,
big boy.

- (Emil laughs)
- What's this for?

Calendula.
It, uh, wakes up
your muscles.

Oh, good.
Mustn't let
those nod off.

We are not mice,
you know?

Don't worry, Herbert,

this is just the way
things work.

(guests chattering)

In high spirits
lately, isn't she?

It's good to have
a dash of rural flavor
in her stew.

As a garnish
if nothing else.

Well done to you.

(Herbert grunts)

(guests applauding)

Elena:
I'd like to congratulate
our nation's beloved

sugar beet producers
on a bountiful harvest.

And here she is, folks:

the first sugar beet
of the season!

♪

Well, this is dignified.
Clapping for a tuber.

Mm.

- Push!
- I am!

Herbert:
No, push for real!

No, I am pushing!

No, you are
not pushing.
Come on.

Fucking yes,
I'm fucking pushing.

No, you're
fucking not!

- Yes, I am!
- Harder!

- Yes.
- You see?

- Yes.
- Push each other.

- Yes, wait--
- Yeah, come on.

- Harder! Come on.
- Yes.

- Harder!
- Oh!

- Come on! (panting)
- (Elena gagging)

(Elena retching)

(Herbert panting)

(Elena breathing heavily)

What's happening to me?

- (pants) Good things.
- Why did I vomit?

- It's trying to get out.
- What is?

- The poison.
- What?

It's been inside
you for years,

all this shit in this...
(sniffles)

in this place is--

Like that rubbish
Bartos said,

mice in the bathtub.

- You've taken it in.
- (both panting)

Now you have
to flush it out.

(groaning, panting)

You have to flush
it all out.

- (audience laughter on TV)
- Since when--

Since when do you think I
don't wear enough of this?

Well, I-- Close your eyes.

I just think you're gonna
like this a little better

because--

- Close, close, cl--
- Rachel (on TV): Blow it.

Ross (on TV):
(blows) Sorry.

'Cause, um, I think
this will make you

a little more
sophisticated.

- Rachel:
Sophisticated like a hooker?
- (Ross laughs)

Nicholas:
Lenny, I'm worried he's
pushing you too hard.

W-We don't really know
this man, after all.

And given what he did
to those protesters--

Oh, Nicky. No.

No, no,
best I've felt
in years.

Okay. Well, (laughs)
actually, my love, um...

- Mm.
- ...not that I've been
keeping tally or anything,

but, um, you know
it's been nearly a year

since we were
last intimate,

so if you are
feeling better,

perhaps we could,
you know,

give it a go
again soon, or--

(light music playing)

Night-night, Lenny.
(kisses)

♪

(indistinct chatter)

(Euro EDM music playing in club)

Must we always
meet down here?

Oh, you no like?
I find it quaintly
venereal.

Before we start,
sir, many apologies
for the wait.

The state of record-keeping
in Westgate is appalling--

Look, I-I'd prefer
not to linger,

so let's be brief
and discreet.

- Utterly, sir. Yeah.
- Just-Just tell me who he is

- and what you
think he wants.
- Right.

Most of it's
your typical
rural pathos.

No, father to speak of,
some learning troubles,

failure to thrive, et cetera.

The other boys
start to hurt him.

He starts to hurt
them back, harder.

A bit of country
discipline,
some self-harm,

all standard issue

until... we get
to the mother situation.

Okay, what sort
of mother situation?

This is what Corporal Zubak
did to his mother

when he was 14.

When asked why he did it,

she said,
"I don't have a clue."

- Oh.
- Right. Oh!

He repents,
enlists, bulks up,

becomes violent again.

Stuck at Corporal,
never gets beyond NCO.

Then, at Site Five,
when the workers
start protesting,

he's the first
to shoot.

Twelve miners wind up
dead because of him.

This time,
he truly cracks up.

Near suicide, they say.

That's when she picks
him from the rubble.

How much does
Elena know?

Only the initial
background check.

I've held off
on this new intel.

Look, can we talk about
what's really fucking
happening, please?

- She--
- (patrons laughing)

She's been tuning us out
since the old man died.

She nearly went mad
from mycophobia.

And now, she's flipped
her wig for King Kong.

- Watch your tongue, you prick.
- W-Well, I'm merely reminding us

that she has had Goin
and Kershaw put in prison.

So, who's next,
the entire holding company?

That's us, all of us.

We cannot allow
this to continue.

Or maybe, he's just
another of Madam's
passing infatuations.

Uh, that is,
of a platonic sort,
of course, sir.

Laskin:
You know her better
than we do, sir.

How serious is
our predicament?

They have, uh,
I don't know,
a-a connection,

but if you go for him now
with the dirt you have,

you may only push her
closer to him.

- I'm afraid he's right.
- If you really want to hurt him,

you need something
truly damaging

and of recent vintage.

I really don't see
how you can stand
this place.

Blur your vision,
breathe through your mouth.

How else does one
get through life?

♪

(grunts)

You must strive
to have a graceful mind.

- Herbert: Harder!
- Elena: Harder!

(moaning)

(heavy breathing)

(pensive music playing)

- (knocks on door)
- What is it?

Good morning, Corporal.
The sperm whale oil
you requested for, wha--

- What was it?
- It's for her skin.

What have you done
to my headboard?

- What are you
doing to yourself?
- It's nothing.

- Bullshit, it's nothing.
- Hey! Don't talk
to me like that.

Oh, shush,
you ridiculous
person.

I know who you are.
You can't scare me.

Come on,
let's get you
fixed up.

(Agnes scoffs)

I'm not your nursemaid.

You should leave my son alone
and worry about your own health.

- I'm fine.
- Fine. You're a stuck pig.

(Herbert grunts)

- What are you doing,
beating yourself up?
- I don't know.

I don't mind it.

- Well, I bloody mind it.
- It's good for me.

(Agnes laughs)

Shame on you.

It won't help,
you know.

Up.

I have to do it.

I deserve it.

- (melancholy music playing)
- Don't tell Elena about this.

It's gonna be
a long road for you.

Be careful who
you walk it with.

Miss Agnes!
How are you, dear?

Uh, yeah. I'm fine.
Is everything--

Oh, no, no, no, no.
Everything's fine.

We're all so glad
to see your boy
in such fine health

and without modern
pharmaceuticals.

Remarkable,
isn't it?

Is there anything
I can help you with,
Mr. Laskin?

No anticonvulsants,
no phenytoin?

A bit of black radish

and your boy's
epilepsy is cured.

(laughs)
Miraculous!

The Chancellor
couldn't be
more pleased.

And we like it
when she's pleased,
don't we?

(chuckles)
Yeah, we do.

Yes.

We don't like
showing her

the grubby truths.

Look, it's alright.

Your boyfriend
did you a favor,

getting you
the pills.

We know,
and it's fine.

We all do each other
favors, don't we?

(mischievous music playing)

- You alright, Herbert?
- Hm? Uh, yes, Elena.

Something's
bothering you.

Um, have, have
you not-- Uh.

Have you noticed
the last few dreams

have been,
um, different?

Hm, different
for you, how?

I guess, um,
a bit spicier.

Mm.

Yeah, I, I suppose
they have been a bit.

And sometimes...
q-quite spicy.

Well... I like
a bit of spice.

Hm? Spice is nice.

Yes, um, Elena.

(tense music playing)

♪

Elena:
There she is, Miss America.

Oh, our good friend,
Mr. Bartos.

Looking to line
his pockets.

♪

Senator, welcome.
Nicholas Vernham.

Yes, hi,
a pleasure.
I'm Judith.

Thank you for hosting.
This is quite a place.

Thank you.
The Chancellor's
waiting for you.

Mm.

♪

♪

Yes, here you are.

- Welcome.
- Judith Holt: Thank you.

- Lovely to meet you,
Madam Chancellor.
- Oh, good.

You're comfortable then?
Your accommodations alright?

Yes. Lovely. We're staying
at the Bartos Imperial.

Oh, very nice. Mm.

Love this,
kingfisher blue.

- Oh.
- We'll try not
to get blood on it.

- Joking.
- Okay, well,

we'll keep the gloves on.

Here, we can sit.

'Kay.

So, busy time, then.

Yes, well...

just a mini tour
of the region,

but I've made our visit
here a special priority.

No, I meant
for your President,

seeing as he
couldn't make it.

As you know,
I'm not an official emissary
of the White House,

but I can assure you,
this is a priority
for the President.

Of course, I'm teasing.
We can tease, can't we?

Sure.
You bet.

And you're having
a little poke around

the Faban Corridor
as well, I hear?

The Faban Corridor
is part of the region,
so yes.

Our work is holistic.
We like to see
prosperity everywhere.

I'm sure you do.

So, let's dive
right in, shall we?

I believe, and I'm sure
the President agrees,

it's time we spoke
frankly with you.

We'd like to get things
back on track here.

- Uh-huh.
- After all, we've enjoyed
a very strong partnership

with you over the years.

We're big fans, honestly.

Strong woman leader,
providing for her people,

bolstering civil society,
resisting China, so on.

We love all that.

So, it would be
a shame to spoil it all

- over some crossed wires.
- Elena: Right.

You feel as though
our wires have
been crossed?

Well, I think our last
few communications

have felt a bit abrupt.

Right.

Judith:
That said,

we are willing to take
some responsibility

- on our end
for any issue.
- Issue?

No, there's no issue.

No, there's just,
um, what this is.

You know,
the bargain.

And I think my country's
more than held up

her end over the years,
don't you think?

I see your point.

After all, we let you dig
our earth for a pittance.

We provided refueling
and airspace support

for your wars
in the Middle East.

We handed you hundreds
of dossiers on supposed

Russian cyberterrorists
working in our country.

We swore off China
and her Belt and Road.

We let your CIA run
its black sites here,

right here,
on our sovereign soil.

You shoveled your shit
on our doorstep for years

and told us we
were happy to eat it.

If you'll pardon
my expression.

I might add,
we also shoveled

quite a bit of investment
your way as well,

and quite
a bit of patience

while you worked out
your civil and...

- press freedoms--
- Oh, no, no. (laughs)
It's alright.

We're not,
we're not arguing.

This is not
a confrontation
right now.

We're just,
we're just saying
what's true.

Look, (clears throat)
I think we hear each other.

Which is why we'd love
to consider something
in the shape of a reset.

A reset?

A sense of greater
equity moving forward.

- I'm told
the President wants this.
- Yeah? You sure?

- Should we shoot
him a text?
- (laughing)

The President
does want this.

And what would
a reset look like?

First and foremost?
Access.

Much greater access
for you and your ambassadors

to the President
and to the financial levers.

Easing restrictions
on exports to your country.

Reopening the American
school in your capital.

And... helping with something

we should've helped with
a long time ago:

Granting you full
NATO member status.

No more
"aspiring member"
limbo.

Plus, we can help
with the EU of it all,

Schengen group, everything.

The entire game
could change for you.

We'd love to see that.
We want to see that.

We believe in this partnership.

So, I want you to ask yourself,

are you ready to take
this next step with us?

(mischievous music playing)

♪

Judith:
We don't want to undermine
your authority in the region.

We want to enhance it.

We see you
as a true visionary,

which is why we'd love
for you to return
to the cobalt project.

(slight chuckle)
I'm sorry, but the terms
were not acceptable.

Absolutely.
We get that.

But we just think
you should give it
another look.

My people need
to be respected.

And they will be.
We want you to feel
like equals.

We consider
China's push into Europe
a threat to freedom,

so we'd like
your continued
support there.

And what about
the Faban Corridor?

We know the Corridor
is of great importance
to you, historically,

and you wish to reunify.

It's a conversation
that's a bit too big
even for this room.

(chuckles)
So, (clears throat)

but there could be a chance
there, one day, maybe.

But first,

we need you
to demonstrate
credibility to us.

Trustworthiness.

All we're asking
is that you follow
our example

of honesty
and consistency,

and be a little more
flexible as you've
been in the past.

After all, that's why
the United States
backed your campaign

from the very start
because we knew
we could trust you.

Um, hi.

(chuckles)

(tense music playing)

Um, I'm sorry.
Where were--

What, uh, were we?

These rooms get so stuffy
with all this oxygen-sucking,
ya know?

Uh-huh.
Yeah, I guess so.

Let's take a tour around
the palace, yeah?

- There's so much to see.
- A tour?

Uh, right now?

Sure, okay, if ya like.

I do like.

- Mm-hmm.
- Let's have a snoop.

(energetic, tense music playing)

We call this
"Little Alexandria."

- Not so little.
(chuckles)
- So many jewels.

Yeah.

Mondino de Liuzzi's
"Anatomia,"
the first edition.

- Oh.
- My personal favorite.

- Oh, of course.
You were a, uh--
- Physician.

- Yes. That's right.
- Yes.

It was a hotel
once, you know?

- I'm sorry, what was?
- Here.

- Ah.
- It was a hotel.
The Metropole,

- it was called,
before I requisitioned.
- Mm. Yeah.

Greta Garbo
stayed here once.

- I'm supposed
to tell the Americans.
- Ah.

- Is she still known?
- Oh, uh, oh, definitely.

Oh, that's
a relief.

- (door slams, locks)
- We'll show you
the music room next.

- Sorry, is my guy--
Is he--
- Elena: Oh, God, yes.

You know,
it is so confusing,
isn't it?

Don't worry,
he'll catch up.
You alright?

Um, yes, of course.
I just think that
maybe we should--

Elena:
Do you like music?

Um, I do.
Yes, I like music.

Good, you'll like
the music room,
my favorite.

Wait until
you see this.

Uh, oh, quick call.
Yeah, I'll-I'll rejoin.

Sorry!
Are you--

(Judith chuckles nervously)

Um, what--

You know what?
I think I'd rather
just...

rejoin her, if that's--

There's no way out
through that door.

(jiggling handle)

Okay.

- Okay, well,
do any of these--
- No.

Okay.

Alright.

- Alright.
- Listen to me.

Okay.

Listen to me!

Fuck.

Um, you know what?
I-I think, um,

- I just need to find my--
- Are you scared or what?

No, no.

(jiggling handle)

(Judith takes deep breath)

How does it feel
to not be in control?

Please.

You will never be
in control of this place
ever again, you hear me?

(tense music playing)

- (gasps)
- (unlocks door)

(fast-paced,
tense music playing)

Judith:
Tell them we're going
straight to the airport.

We're not stopping
at the hotel.

- Okay?
- Emil Bartos: All good?

Judith: No, Emil,
not fucking all good.

(both sigh)

(engine starts)

Don't worry.
I'll come back
and talk to her.

Okay!

We can go now.

- That felt--
- Yes.

- You heard me,
didn't you?
- Yes.

- In your head?
- I did.

- I told you to do it.
- I heard you.

What happens now?

What would you
like to happen?

I want more.

If you want more,
you should have more,

but then you have
to flush it all out.

- Yes.
- Yes, the poison.

- I'll flush it all out.
- The whole gut.

- Yes, all of it.
- Everyone that ever hurt us.

Starting with that
fat fuck Bartos.

We shove their gold
down their throat
until they choke.

- We can really do it, can't we?
- Yes, we have to.

We have to make
it right.

♪

(deep breath)

Alright, darling?

Yes, I am.

You've had
a long day.

Poor Lenny.
You must be exhausted.

Oh, do fuck off
with that.

- Sorry?
- Here's what's
going to happen.

Mm.

(sighs)

I'm going
to fuck you now.

- Really?
- Yes.

Oh, yes.

- Oh, yes.
- Don't do anything.
I'll do it all.

- Okay, yes.
- (grunts) Off. Okay.

(electronic toy beeping)

Is that a new toy
you've got there?

Oskar?

Have you got
a new game?

(toy continues)

Hm?

- Oskar.
- (buzzer sounds)

Alright, come on.
I'm late. Here.

- I don't want one.
- You do want one.

- Here.
- I don't want one.

- I'm bored of them.
- You have to have one.

(sighs)
Fine.

There ya go.

And if you're
not feelin' well,

you're gonna
tell me, alright?

Oskar, look at me.

(buzzer sounds)

Yeah...
(mumbling).

Thank you, Agnes.
Where's our baby?

Is he, uh, playing
with his new toy?

- Yes, Madam.
- Good.

I thought he deserved
a little treat.

I'll let you spoil
him next time.

You squeezed
him out after all.

Thank you,
Madam.

You know, I'd have
squeezed out my own

if the doctors
would've let me,
but...

with my posterior
cervix and all that,

you know, just,
it's probably
too late for me now.

Mr. Bartos is
on his way, Madam.

Oh, good.

- (tense music playing)
- Mm.

♪

Huh.

♪

(cameras clicking)

Please sit,
Mr. Bartos.

Oh, certainly.

- Uh, what is, uh--
- Elena: Sit, please.

♪

Now, we'd like
to have a chat...
about the problem.

Emil:
Right.

The problem,
Madam Chancellor.

Yes, the problem.

Well, you know what
the problem is, so...

tell us about the problem.

Um, well, I suppose you'll
have to specify slightly.

Elena:
Don't dissemble
for the lens, sir.

That won't work here.

(scoffs)
I'm not your shareholders.

I'm not your American clients.
I am not your business partner.

I am the ghost
of your conscience.

Do you think we enjoy
this embarrassing position

- you've put us in?
- Madam Chancellor--

Elena:
Now, you are the wealthiest man
in this country, yeah?

Is that correct?
Mm-hmm?

And yet I see--
Oh, what do I see?

Unpaid salaries
at three cobalt mines,

failure to pay
administrative fines,

reports of bribes
to gain state licenses.

No, don't, don't,
don't, don't look
at them.

No, this is just
you and me having
a little chat.

- Yeah?
- (scoffs) Sorry.

- Um, I'm-I'm not
aware of any--
- Elena: Of any what?

You're not aware
of what's happening
in your own business?

No, yes, of course,
I'm aware of--

Sorry, where are you
getting these figures?

Well, it's right here.
I'm reading it.

Would you like to see?

We have no room
in our walls for termites,
no room at all.

Now, the bad actors
in your company
will be imprisoned.

But you, sir,
are almost
more troubling,

for this all happened
right under your nose,

and yet, you did
nothing to stop it.

So, what should
we do with you?

- Again, I would have
to examine--
- So, you won't apologize?

Well, of course.
Yes.

I do apologize to you,
Madam Chancellor.

Not to me, you hog!

Apologize to my people.

Oh, yes, I am sorry,
sorry to them...

- too, but truly--
- Elena: Now, why
don't you tell them

what you told me
when last we met?

- How do you mean?
- Elena: At the sugar beet
festival.

Outside the conservatory.

The first sugar beet
of the season.

- Hm?
- I don't recall.

(chuckles)
You do.

- Yes, you do.
Oh, you recall quite well.
- (Emil chuckles)

(tense music playing)

You told me
to bend my knee
to the U.S.

To grease their empire,
and just keep rolling on
forever into hell.

- Now, isn't that right?
- No. No, that was--

that was not meant
to be construed as such.

- Do you think
I'm deaf?
- Emil: No.

Again, I can only say
that I am deeply sorry.

You let the American cancer
feed on your marrow.

You made millions of people
suffer for your greed.

(slams dossier shut)

Shame on you, sir.

(people murmuring)

Oh, no, no.
No, you will stay here,

and you will clean
the mess you have made.

♪

Starting with
these chairs.

- (murmuring)
- (cameras clicking)

Good Lord.
Poor Emil.

Singer: Yes, well, spare
a thought for the 16-year-old

Latvian who has
to blow him tonight.

If Elena's coming
after Bartos, then--

Then she'll come
after all of us.

The entire
holding company.

It's a fucking bear hunt.

I don't know.
Could it just
be theater?

- You think it's real?
- Ask the billionaire
stacking chairs.

Barman, give us
some privacy, please.

- And turn the TV off first.
- Uh, good afternoon, sir.

Oh, an enchanting
fucking afternoon
to you, too.

An unfortunate
spectacle,

although I take
Madam's point.

The man did
need a telling.

- Mr. Laskin, please.
- Straight away.

I've compiled an edit
of the pertinent viscera.

- Anything of interest?
- Oh, I think you'll find
yourself quite engrossed.

Herbert (in video):
Yes, Elena. (grunts)

Yeah, tell me... huh?

(grunting)

- (Herbert choking)
- I hear you.

Yes.

(grunting)

(tense music playing)

Tell me everything
you want, I'll do it.

- (pauses video)
- That...

- is shocking.
- It's disgraceful.

There's quite a bit
more in this genre.

This is the best
you've got?

A little chokey-tuggy
in the boudoir?

But, sir,
as example
of his character,

of his deportment.

But it won't
move Elena.

You've gone about
this all wrong.

Well how would you
suggest we go about it?

What are we really
discussing here, huh?

Her safety, yes,
and her happiness.

Now, the truth is,
my wife has been happier
since he turned up.

Uh, pleasantly
invigorated, actually.

- In the sense of?
- Eh--

Wha--
Oh, never mind.
I don't want to know.

What did we do
when she proposed
the remodel, hm?

Or the Charlemagne
fixation?

Or even last summer,
the business with the...

comment il s'appelait
l'autre con-la gne-gne-gne?

- Sebastian.
- Sebastian.

We all know what Elena
likes is a good story.

Until the drive goes,
and then--

- She moves on.
- She moves on.

The sooner you
accelerate his rise...

the sooner he'll
fall out of favor.

Find a good story.

A good story.

(tense, determined
music playing)

(thunder rumbles, cracks)

♪

Elena:
Yes, an initiative
of some kind.

You know,
public works, grants,
something like that.

In Westgate,
they would say,

"You may build it
as tall as you like,

but you build it
from our earth."

I like that.
That's very good.

What is it?
Oh, yes. (scoffs)

My love, would you
give us a moment?

Sure.
(clears throat)

So, I'm meant
to believe this
is important.

- It is, Madam.
- Oh, yes, it is.

- I heard Mr. Laskin, Mr. Schiff.
- Sorry, Madam.

Well, I don't like
to be kept outside
of things.

We apologize, ma'am,
but we wanted to be sure
of what we have here.

Sit.

(Elena sighs)

Madam...

we have some
startling information

regarding
Corporal Zubak.

In the course
of the corporal's
background check,

I ordered
bloodwork, genetics.

The analysis
of which we have
finally concluded.

There is a story
we've all been told,

a legend of Central Europe.

The story of three brothers.

One went East to Russia,
one North to Poland,

and one settled the South.

- Y-You've heard
this story, Madam?
- I have.

And of course,
in our country, we believe
there was a fourth brother

who went West
and settled
a new homeland.

One of our great
national myths.

But researchers
at the state university

have examined
the corporal's
genetic evidence.

And it is their contention,
Madam, that this is no myth.

They contend
Herbert Zubak himself

may share a direct
chromosomal link

with the first
settler of our soil.

The Foundling.

- Singer: The Foundling, ma'am.
- Schiff: The Foundling.

Now, Madam,
I am no geneticist

and cannot confirm
the veracity of this.

Uh, we are none of us,
uh, geneticists, Madam.

But I'm inclined to defer
to the expert testimony

of our nation's
top experts in the field.

Mr. Schiff and I
incline similarly.

And there is data
to support this?

- Oh, in abundance, Madam.
- Well, I shall have to see
this data, please.

Indeed,
we were hoping to consult
your medical expertise

as a means
of independent
verification.

Singer: But if, in fact,
you can verify the data,

we think this discovery
might be of giant
historical import.

Laskin: You may recall
our research last year

establishing
a genetic link

between yourself
and Charlemagne.

Oh, yes.
I was not able
to verify with

absolute certainty,
but--

But it fell within
an acceptable range
of probability.

Well, yes.
I-I thought so, yes.

Ma'am...

the blood of Charlemagne

and the blood
of the Foundling?

Now, that is a union
of destiny for all
of Middle Europe.

Well,
that's an interesting
hypothesis to test.

Oh, it's a stunning feat
of historiography, ma'am.

And if I might add,
there were some
in this palace

- who doubted the Corporal.
- Laskin: Mm.

But we three,
we are more than
happy today

to have proved
them wrong.

- Thank you, gentlemen.
- Laskin: Certainly, Madam.

You've given us
a lot to think about.

(light, curious music playing)

My loves...

as children, we were told
our ancestors were mongrels,

mules of the Danube,

mere footnotes
of European history.

But this was a lie.

I have conducted
new research

proving that our blood
proceeds directly
from the veins

of the Foundling himself.

The Foundling was no myth.

Indeed,
one of his actual
genetic descendants

walks among us.

Yeah, fine.

Elena:
And with his guidance,

we shall
reclaim our destiny

as the once
and future kings

of our beloved
corner of Europe.

(grand, dramatic music playing)

(slow, dramatic music playing)

♪

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