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Biting doesn't necessarily
signify aggression.

Dreams about biting our partner

may reveal a desire

to establish intimacy.

Yes, but I... I was biting
her fingers really hard

like, you know,
almost chewing them off.

No...

As a dream reader

Marina's saying that the biting

- is not literal, though, right?
- Exactly.

- Yeah. So, by biting her hand
- Yeah.

the hidden need, it's not to wound.

It's to engender trust.

I mean, Elena's not scared
in the dream, is she?

- She's terrified.
- Okay.

Also normal.

You're wired to equate
love with pain.

And dreams are a... a safe space
for you to work through that.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes, I guess so.

Good, good. Okay.

So, today's homework

I want you to focus on fixing
what truly wounds Elena, hm?

If you wish

put her hand in your mouth

but don't bite.

Just think about what it means

to be vulnerable with her
and to protect her.

And then let's see

if this starts to initiate
a feedback loop in your dreams.

Good?

- Yes. That's very good.
- Good. That's good.

No biting!

No biting. No biting.

No biting!

Oh, well done.

No biting.

No biting.

Oh, my darling.

Wonderful...

What is it?

It's Kerbel Heights, probably.

They're coming closer.

Oh, no, no.

I don't mean the rebels, hm?

It's you.

What is it?

Just...

Just something he told me.

Who?

Keplinger?

Oh, god. No. Fuck all that.

No, come on. He's dead. He's gone.

I did it again, Elena.

Did what again?

What?

Hurt someone so you would love me.

Herbert

he was a first-class prick

who would say anything
he could think of

to seduce you.

Listen.

How about this?

You be you

and I'll be me, yeah?

Two little lunatics
who fit like a glove.

Oh, god, that's wonderful...

actually.

Time to pick the Christmas carp,
young man.

Oh, god. Look at them all.

Utterly beyond reason.

You know, my father used to let me
choose the Christmas carp.

I was really rather good at it.

He'd let me use a mallet to stun it.

Herbert?

Sorry.

- That one.
- Oskar

we might break
with tradition this year

and keep the window closed, yeah?

But how will Baby Jesus get in?

Oh, don't worry, darling.

He'll weasel his way in somehow.

- It's one of ours.
- Yeah... Yes, I'm sure it is.

Agnes? Music, yeah?

Here. Come. Sit down then.

All right, sit. There we go.

Yeah, and we'll...
we'll have a bit of

a funny old Christmas
this year, yeah?

Yeah, we'll keep indoors mainly
because it's, you know, it's...

noisy and a bit dangerous outside.

And we'll just... Yeah.
We'll keep inside, and...

Herbert will keep us safe, yeah?

Family photo! Yeah.

Family photo.

There we are.

Smiling.

Smiling.

Happy, happy.

Happy, happy.

You hear about Anton?

Which Anton?

Sous-chef,
twitchy little shallot peeler.

Vanished from his own bed last night.

Well, he talked too fuckin' much,
didn't he?

You can lose a cup.

Berger and his wife
have just fled to Helsinki.

Berg...

Shit.

How'd he get out?
I thought the airport was closed.

Well, he's the Minister
for Transportation, isn't he?

- Yeah.
- Or he was.

Fuck is that?

It's mine.

I can't go home.

Kerbel Heights.

One more night

and then you'll have
to sort it out, all right?

- This is not a yurt.
- Yeah.

All right, everyone, listen up.

I know we're tired

and I know we're scared

but leave your troubles at home,
all right?

And if you've no longer got a home

leave them out there
somewhere in the smoke, all right?

Jesus.

I mean, what the hell
are we all waiting for?

"Wait"?

For The Barber of Seville
to play like it did in '92.

I was joking.

There's not gonna be
a coup, all right?

Just keep your head down.

Come on, let's get on with it!

Look, Victor,
we have to discuss our options.

The rebels could be at our door
any day now

so just talk to me.

I believe in the virtue of loyalty,
Mr. Singer

so there's nothing
left for us to discuss.

Wake up, Victor! Wake up!

The pyramid door is closing

and we'll be trapped in here
with this cock-mad pharaoh.

I have the utmost faith
in my Chancellor.

And I refuse to be bullied

- into a rank conspiracy.
- Oh, shut up and just smell

the fucking phosphorus, you fool!

An exceedingly happy Noel, sir.

Corporal, before she arrives

we need to speak to you
rather urgently

about the gravity of our predicament.

If you have a problem,
you talk to her.

Corporal, I've tried.

Please.

You're a sensible man.

You need to speak to her.

Make her see reality.

Oh, some new faces I'm seeing.

Since those traitors have left us.

Yes, Madam.

Anna Grebetz

Housing Minister,
replacing the traitor Muentz.

And Leo Huber

former Minister
of Civil Services and Sport

ascending to the role
of Defense Minister

replacing the traitor Moros.

And, may I say

your Yuletide decorations are...

enchanting this year, Madam.

Let's hear
from our new Defense Minister.

Happy Noel, Madam.

As you know,
the Westgate Resistance Army

has managed to capture several
outer districts of the capital.

Our plan to pound their
resistance into submission

only doubled their numbers

and their anger.

Civilian deaths
are approaching 13,000.

Targeted blackouts continue

as well as
the shopkeepers' general strike.

Army reinforcements are
expected soon from the Uplands

but the insurgents appear to be
closing in on the Palace district.

Despite your best efforts

the popularity
of the rebels is growing

and we are very much
in the throes of a civil war.

Madam, given that many of our elites
have already fled

to China and Brunei

the Security Service would recommend
relocation of yourself as a possible

- option until fighting subsides.
- No...

No. No, impossible. No, no.

I shall stay right here
in the Palace.

I won't abandon my people.

Madam, the Westgate rebels

- are at the Pa...
- The Westgate agitators

have been fed lies by NATO tyrants.

They're just confused.

They don't know how bad it can get
without me.

Do you see?
They take my love for granted.

They push me away.

But then,
they'll find their way back to me.

Just as...

just as Herbert did.

No...

Stop it!

Madam?

- Yeah?
- On the comms of it all?

YouGov polling shows that barely half
your support remains.

Yeah, fake CIA numbers, but go on.

Nevertheless,
to hold on to even these loyalists

you must remind people
that you are still their best option.

So, with that in mind, we call this

"Elena's Christmas Sack."

Disgusting name.

Not terribly good, no.

It's a... a raft of reforms
and one-time bonuses

an increase in pensions

a 6% reduction in school fees

subsidized Internet

and a ration program
to combat the threat of starvation.

Oh, please. Please.

This is Central Europe.

No one is starving.

No, I won't bribe
my people for their love.

This is a self-cleansing process
for the state.

You just have to let it
play out naturally.

- Madam, you cannot ignore...
- Hey, shut the fuck up!

Sit down.

Sit down!

You listen to me.

We don't run.

And we never back down.

We stay here

and we protect her.

We fight for her

because without her

nothing makes sense!

Understood?

Thank you, Herbert.

Ladies. Gentlemen.

It's gettin' late, ya know?

I should tell you somethin'.

I know.

What do ya know?

You're wearin' fuckin'
Italian leather shoes in a war zone.

Is it the Americans?

I can't be seen with you.

I don't care.
I can't watch it anymore.

What she's doin' to your boy,
I can't.

You're the only good sort here,
and she's killin' ya.

Two seats on a turboprop
for you and Oskar

flying to France
straight after Christmas.

If you're worried my feelings aren't
incentive enough for ya

you'll be pleased to know
I'm being paid on delivery.

They want your knowledge.

"The Palace ghost."

Look, it's dangerous. I know.

But it's the only way
to get ya both out.

I'm not lettin' ya say no, okay?

Whatever this place was for ya

it's over now.

Gather what you need.

Madam, as I've told you many times
this past month

the intel is clear.

America believes this civil war
will trigger one of two scenarios.

Either you agree
to leave power voluntarily

in exchange for immunity from trial

or traitors in your regime
will stage a coup.

They see no future
in your leadership.

No, no, I can't. I can't do it.
I'm just...

I'm just not ready.

Elena, you are ready.

This is what we have been
working towards, yeah?

Madam, are you listening to me?

Yes!

And where does China stand?

As I've said before

China opposes regime change
philosophically

but refuses to lend material support
to our counterinsurgency.

We cannot rely on China to save us.

He won't be happy.
I'll tell you that.

He will not give you any trouble,
trust me.

And you won't let me buckle?

Do promise.

I promise.

Madam, may I remind you

the cobalt mines
have not operated in months.

The refinery sites are in shambles.

We're cut off from the cash flow.

We have lost five provincial capitals
in three weeks.

I really must urge you...

Mr. Laskin!

You seem to have forgotten your job.

You do not urge me to do anything.

You just whisper your sweet nothings

and then vanish into the gardenias.

I do beg your pardon, but...

My duty...

lies with my country.

No, your duty is to serve me

at my pleasure.

So, why don't you go home

pour a cup of mulled wine

and have yourself
a merry little Christmas, yeah?

Go on.

Off you fuck.

Daddy

this is Herbert.

Herbert, this is Daddy.

Sir.

Daddy, we've been doing a lot of work

my friend and I

on each other, and...

there's something
we'd like to say to you.

You are a very
poor influence on Elena.

The time has come
for you to step away.

And for a while.

For good, Elena.

Yes, I know. It's..

Elena needs to separate from you

which you have not let her do.

It is the time to step aside

quietly.

So, from now on,
you will respect her autonomy

are we clear?

You will no longer be
in control of her anymore.

That was a big one, wasn't it?

It's rather cozy in here, though

knowing they can't get us.

Yeah?

Yes, Agnes?

Oh, is it six already?

Well, I'll let you have
your 20 minutes with him.

I'll see you later, baby.

Hope you've not been touching that.

Elena.

"Elena"? You called the fish "Elena"?

Well, she'll be swimmin'
in sour cream soon

so let's not get too fond.

They won't really eat her, will they?

Do ya know, if ya like fish

I can get you a goldfish.

How 'bout that? Would you like that?

So...

the French.

Been meaning
to talk to you about this.

The French sometimes smell
of sweated onions

and...

they have sort of dead eyes

dress a bit like bank clerks

and worship this very small, dead man

who ran screaming from Russia

but...

they make a lovely tart.

Would you like a French tart?

I think you would.

Yeah, you would.

She did nothing!

I... I don't know if you're aware
of this Herbert, bless you

but when you dream

you are everyone
and everything in the dream.

- That's right. That's right.
- Okay?

So, yes you were sinking

but you were also Elena.

- You were also the water.
- Me.

- Water.
- No, I wasn't.

I was me. Drowning.

I was dying

and she didn't care.

Of course, I cared.

No, Elena.
You were standing at the shore.

You were looking at me.
I could see your eyes.

There was nothing. Nothing there.

Herbert.

Look at them now.

Elena, tell me why
I still feel like this.

Feel like what, Herbert?

Like I'm her weapon.

And in the end, she will leave me.

Herbert, I'm an expert in dreams.

You have to trust me when I say
that this was a...

a healthy dream

- a lovely dream.
- Right.

Your unconscious is telling you

Elena trusts you
to swim all on your own

to be self-actualized.

What does that mean?

It means taking charge, Herbert

and reaching your full potential.

- That's it.
- Right, Elena?

Yeah, right. That, you see...

That is exactly...
That's very good, that...

That's the whole point of this.

My love, I want you to thrive.

Mother?

Yes, darling?

When will they kill Elena?

What?

My fish.

No. Don't worry about her.

She's had a fine fishy life.

It's starting, my love.

Welcome, one and all

to the Annual Christmas Village
celebration.

Hark the herald angels sing

of a glorious Yuletide feast.

So let your hearts be light

knowing that a Christmas carp
awaits your table tomorrow.

"Let them eat carp."

Well, that'll play swimmingly,
I'm sure.

The rebels won't let her forget this.

At least the blackouts
mean half the country won't see it.

Can we talk about anything else?

"Come downstairs," you said.

"Just a drink and a wallow."
You promised.

How close are the rebels now?

Based on my last update

about 7 km from the Palace?

And gaining.

Tidings of comfort and joy.

Dear countrywomen

- dear countrymen...
- Oh, Christ, look at this.

- The Swiss Miss.
- ...as you know

I have been taking a break
from my official duties

to recuperate from an episode of gout

here in the Val d'Anniviers...

"Gout in the Val d'Anniviers."

Lucky fucker.

I'd love to overdose
on sleeping pills

and then moan around the Alps.

...also forgiveness

for the trespasses of the heart.

The letters I have received
from my fellow citizens

have moved me deeply.

Hopefully, I can return

and share my love with you

as soon as humanly possible.

So, let's open our gifts, shall we?

Oh, god.

You're worse than Oskar.

Go on, then.

I wonder what it is.

Goodness!

Did you... did you...

Yes, do you like it?

I... I...

Yes, I do. I do.

Yes. Yes!

It's a... Well...

it... it's a profound example

of... of what they call a naive art,
isn't it?

So, you... you do like it?

When describing art

"like," "dislike,"
they're not really useful terms.

I...

appreciate it.

Yeah.

Yeah.

So, where should we hang it?

- Here?
- My love...

Well, maybe...

the way you feel about me
is just too precious

to be displayed.

Yeah, here is better.

But I...

But I... I do love it.

- You do?
- Yes, I do.

Here.

Thank you.

Time for your gift.

Oh, dear, it's so heavy.

Oskar...

It's among the finest
in the world, apparently.

German.

They did show me a few

but this one spoke to me.

It seemed the most you.

It's art, do you know?

But functional.

Well, you're not exactly
easy to shop for.

Thank you, Elena. I...

I... I appreciate it.

Well, I love it, personally.

Just... Won't be a tick.

Oskar!

Oskar!

Come back inside!

What are you doing?

What are you doing with the fish?

They'll kill her!

Oh, come here.

God.

It is awful, I know.

I know.

I tell you what.
You were born in a horrible time

and I'm really sorry for that.

Tomorrow, we're gonna go to France.

We're gettin' out of here, all right?

Tomorrow,
you're going to go to France.

What about Elena?

Just chuck her in.

Santa baby

Just slip a sable under the tree

For me

Been an awful good girl

Santa baby

So hurry down the chimney tonight

That's right.

Santa baby

A '54 convertible, too

Now see, when I look at that,
I get worried.

Worried how?

- Oh, the delusion
- Santa baby

- So hurry down the chimney tonight
- the obliviousness

to be so out of touch
at a time like this.

My mother, rest her demented soul

had episodes just like that.

He's sayin' it.

- You are sayin' it.
- I'm not saying anything.

Oh, yes, you most certainly are.

What? What am I saying, Victor?

"Episodes."

You're saying the unsayable.

"Psychiatric." "Medical."

All I said was "episodes."
What are you, a mind reader?

I want a yacht

And really, that's not a lot

Although, I will say...

Oh, here it fucking comes.

...as long as we're
squeezing lemons here.

Squeeze a lemon in your fucking ass.

Go on.

Well, I'm not saying we do this

- but there is always the option
- Santa honey

- of saying to the Chancellor
- And one little thing

- I really need
- that she has to step down.

- A platinum mine. Santa honey
- And making her do so.

- It's just on the scale of options.
- So hurry down the chimney

That's all I'm saying.

And when are you saying
this would happen?

- I'm not saying this would happen.
- Oh, yes, you are.

- But if it did happen
- Fill my stocking

- With duplex and checks
- then I would have to say very...

- Sign your 'X' on the line
- incredibly close to now.

- Shit.
- Right.

Because, obviously,
the whole point of saying it...

- Which we're not.
- Which we're not, is that if we did

make her stand down

it would forestall further bloodshed.

And damage to the private sector.

Thus, hastening an economic rebuild.

Now you're both sayin' it.

What does the Constitution
say on chain of command?

In a medical contingency?

You wrote the fucking thing!

So we are saying
it's a medical contingency?

No, not saying it.

Merely asking.

Well, in the event of an acute
psychiatric episode

now that does seem to describe
our circumstances.

- A ring, and I don't mean
- Power is reverted...

On the phone

- Santa baby
- to...

- So hurry down the chimney
- well...

us.

Hurry down the chimney

And how are you?

Nicky, don't do that voice, please.

That sad, theatrical voice.

I... I'm not being theatrical.

- I'm just asking you.
- But you are. You are!

It's manipulative.
You know you're doing it.

Just, please... Just talk normally.

I... I'm sorry.

Stop apologizing.

See, that's my point.
Just stop being so hurt.

- Please.
- Okay.

I will try...

to stop being hurt.

It makes me not miss you.

Makes me feel like I'm to blame

for what you did to yourself.

And I'm... I'm not.

You know, that was your choice,
not mine.

I shouldn't be punished for it,
should I?

No, you're right, of course.

Of course, my love.

No.

No.

No, I don't think so, Nicky.

But then, why did you call?

To make sure you didn't try
and end yourself again.

Promise you won't?

You mustn't, all right?

Just do promise. Just say it.

Promise?

- I... I promise.
- Promise?

- Yeah, I promise.
- All right.

Merry Christmas.

- We'll speak again soon.
- But...

Yes?

All right.

Bye. Bye-bye.

What is it?

Go on. You're making me nervous.

Why did you give me a gun?

Oh, stop. It's just a gift.

It doesn't mean anything.

Swear to me.

What? Swear?

Oh, please, Herbert.

We've been over all of this.

I need your promise.

Swear to me that you will never
abandon me again.

Swear to me.

I swear to you.

I promise.

I would never leave you.

Never.

We shoot the ox first.

He's too dangerous.

We'd transfer executive power to a...

a transitional body

with us and select members
of the opposition, and...

Find a stopgap chancellor.

A meat puppet.

We shred for days

and we claim that we have been acting

as an active resistance
within the regime for years

and we reset the table!

No, I... I don't know. I don't know.

This is our moment to seize history.

Yes, but she might still pull it off.

The cat with nine lives.

Yeah, which one is she on now,
Victor?

Show some fucking respect
for a fucking great woman.

I'm not saying that she's not great.

Yes, of course, she's great!

We all agree she's great.

She's great.

- She's great.
- Yes.

As the needle moves to a thousand

- I'm present to serve with the...
- Look at this wobbly tart.

...who understands
the needs of the people

and is so caring
to all the people of...

Nothing fucking works
in this doss-house!

Oh, my god!

The Barber of Seville!

Jesus Christ!

It's actually happening!

State Channel One.

State Channel Two.

State Channel Three.

Fuck!

The Westgate rebels have
taken over every channel.

Yeah, there's no signal.

Listen, my love, it's fine.

This is what they do
to get my attention.

This is not good, Elena.

Go inside...

Corporal, don't shoot!

- Don't move! On the ground!
- Corporal, stop!

- Hey! You're not the police!
- Don't shoot!

- Go left! On the ground!
- Officer...

Show me your hands!
Show me your hands!

- I'm here to...
- Show me your hands!

I'm here to protect her!

Identify yourself!

Sergeant Hartl, sir!

We've... we've established
a three-ring perimeter

around the Palace and the grounds

as per your contingency instructions,
sir!

Stand up.

What happened to comms?

The rebels have cut
all the phone lines, sir.

Guards every door.

We need guards, you understand?

Yes, sir.

Laskin, the ministers,
where are they?

I'll find out.

Go.

You two stay.

Herbert, listen.

They wouldn't touch me.

They... they just need to see...

Listen to me. Listen to me.

They hate you,
and they want to kill you.

Yes?

Move the base!

Arms raise!

Go...

Move it!

This way!

"The Vernham government

which has lost its legitimacy

has been dismissed from office.

The Westgate Resistance Army
hereby declares itself

to be the provisional
government of this country."

- Fucking Westgate trash.
- "In the coming days

Chancellor Vernham will
be brought to justice..."

What are they resisting with?

Cabbages?

Your ministers, Madam Chancellor.

Corporal, I found them in the disco.

They've been there all night.

Madam Chancellor,
the disloyalty shown

by these Western-backed demons
is unconscionable.

Where's Mr. Laskin?

Mr. Laskin has not been heard from.

We believe he's possibly defected.

Madam, we should escape
to the summer palace.

- Sorry, I've been told the rebels
- Establish...

have the summer palace. Madam...

I just need
to speak to them directly.

Let me address 'em from the balcony.

They just need to see that I'm here!

No. No, Elena.

Outside is too dangerous.

But I'm not afraid, my love.

Well, if we secure the balcony
and broadcast the speech?

That could turn the tide.

I've reached out to the bandits
who seized the broadcasters.

They do not wish to communicate.

Well, maybe I'll just kill myself.

Elena.

Well, that's what they seem to want
is for me to die, so...

why don't I just die?

- Actually, no.
- No...

- Nobody really wants that.
- No, never, Madam.

- Never.
- No, no, of course not.

What do you suggest, my love?

Tonight...

I shall announce
my resignation as Chancellor.

Once I've resigned

my successor
will be immediately sworn in.

And there is only
one sensible choice.

The Foundling's heir.

Right.

Although, no.

No, you're right, of course.

Well, he polls well.

A Westgate soldier,
reformer, new blood.

Are you sure this is what you want?

Yes, I'm sure.

And...

How... how would it...

How... how do we...

- We close-door the debate.
- Exactly.

And the hearing

we fast-track it for
a simple majority through parliament.

- Yes!
- I must say this is marvelous.

I have long held the utmost respect
for incoming Chancellor Zubak

and I would be honored
to join your team.

What about you?

My love, this is it.

This will now be your country.

You see? All your dreams,
your reforms for the working people.

You can make it a reality, you see?

Oh, yes. This...
It... it must happen tonight.

Ye... yes.

Today. You will do it?

You will... you will do it for me?

- Yes?
- Yes, I'll do it.

Sure, yes.

Right, gentlemen.

Singer, speech time.

Elena will deliver
her farewell address

live through social media

and directly following
the outgoing Chancellor's address

a motorcade will come

and take you from the Palace
to parliament.

Once there in parliament

you will give a speech

swearing your allegiance
to our Constitution

and announce the formation
of your government.

- And we just caption it.
- Yeah.

- So we mark that.
- Yeah.

Yeah.

We should do this.

Herbert.

Herbert.

You'll do fine.

Okay.

This is everything
we've been moving towards.

Can't you feel it?

Yes, I think so.

Yes.

It's the rebirth.

Like in your dream.

Remember?

It's happening. All...

It's all happening.

And I'll be right here
watching over you.

We're ready, Madam.

Five, four...

Wait, wait.

- Ready?
- Yes.

Four, three, two...

Countrymen and women

Happy Noel.

I have the privilege
of addressing you

this sacred Christmas Eve

with important news.

But first, a little history.

Since I've taken on the supreme
burden of national service

we have grown considerably
as a country.

Literacy now stands at 97%.

Our GDP per capita has tripled.

And of course

we have reunited with our brethren
in the Faban Corridor.

But this is not the full picture.

You see, I've made mistakes.

I've not always met my own standards.

But today

I'd like to...

correct that.

Because effective immediately...

And...

despite gains, such as female
participation in the workforce

which has increased by 37%...

Today, I...

I would like to announce...

a ch... a change

a very important change...

To happen...

soon.

Quite soon.

You see...

today...

Get back! Stay back!

- Get back! Get back!
- I'll... I will... I...

Palace breach!

- Don't! Just move.
- What?

They're in the grounds!
We have to get her out!

No. What? No. No.

- Elena, come here.
- No...

Come here, get up. Cover her!

- What?
- Take this.

- You stay behind me.
- Herbert... What... what...

Stay behind me, Elena.

Crew on floor nine, are you secure?

- Move! Stay away from the stairs!
- Go!

Move!

Group two, are you secure?

Going up.

Oh, god, what's happening?
What's happening now?

- Fuck! Shit!
- No!

Let's move, guys!

- Fuck!
- Daddy. Keep me safe, Daddy.

Keep me safe, daddy.

Keep me safe. Daddy.

Daddy, Daddy, keep me safe.
Keep me safe.

What... what's happening?

- Fuck!
- Help me.

- Bless you. Bless you.
- Don't go there. Don't go there.

- Come this way.
- Oh, okay. Great.

Boarding.

Elena.

- Stay behind me. Stay behind me.
- Herbert.

Keep the head strong.

Move it.

Keep her moving. Go on.

Go...

You have the Chancellor.

She's not the Chancellor, you calf!

She's just some fucking woman!

- Let her in!
- Shut the door!

- I warned you!
- Take that!

- There you go!
- Oh, my god. My god!

All of you, out!

Farewell, my fucking cuckoo!

Get away from there.

Yes!

Don't shoot!

It's the Corporal, stand down.

Move!

Go down.

- Down, Elena.
- Let's go. This way.

- We forgot Oskar.
- No... We can't.

- We can't...
- Fuck! Shit!

Hurry up.