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ANGELINE:
I overheard my father
talking last night.

He said your father is a fool,

that you have
practically no money,

and that you'll
soon lose everything.

- I don't think that's true.
We had strawberries last night.

- So?
- They are an expensive fruit,

and I always equate them
with optimism and happiness.

- God, you are a child.
- Not true.

I am to be married!

- Who would marry you?

Does this crazy man know
your family situation?

That you have nothing?
- He cares not for such matters.

Emperor Peter and I
are about finer things.

- Emperor Peter?

Of Russia?

- Yep.

Russia.

I am to be empress of Russia,
Angeline.

Isn't that so...

completely right?

- No!
- Yes.

- No.
- Yes!

- No.
- Da.

Nyet.

They have bears.

I may get one.

They look cute.

PETER:
Door!

- Emperor.

- You look taller
in your portrait.

Send her back.
Get me a tall one.

Rich. Rich.

See what I did, then?

I'm kidding. Kidding.

- Oh, I see. Um, very amusing.

Emperor Peter,

I present this branch of spruce.

It is an evergreen,
and I hope it will be

a symbol of our
feelings for each other,

that we will be constant
and caring all our lives.

- She gave me a twig.
She's not another inbred,
is she?

- It wasn't mentioned.

- I assure you,
I am of sound mind, sir.

I wanted to thank you
for your letter.

Noble, poetic sentiments.

It, it warmed my heart.

I, too, wish the same as you.

That our love will grow
from a small ember

to a blaze that will warm
a whole kingdom.

- I wrote a letter?
- We threw a little
something together.

- How about that?

Well, you liked it,
so that's grand.

Welcome.
- I hope I will make you happy.

- You're perfect.

I need an empress
who's from aristocracy,

but not from a family
that is powerful or a player.

Your family, apparently,
are fucked.

- You smell funny.
Is that usual?

- I...

I have been traveling.
- Let's hope that's it.

Wedding's at seven.

Archbishop Samsa will now
give you instructions.

Boy, you're cute.
I have to get back to my whores.

Whor-ses. Horses.

Going riding. Hmm.

CATHERINE:
He seems lovely.

Obviously some cultural issues
may be at play,

but I will soon get used to that
and we will be as one.

- Hmm. Aren't you
gorgeously optimistic?

- It has been said. I believe
there's no other way to be.

- Indeed.
And how is your relationship

with the Lord our God?

- We've had no trouble.

- You must allow me to be
a spiritual mentor to you,

a guide touched by God.

- Of course. Thank you.

This is Marial.
She'll be your girl.

- Empress.

ARCHBISHOP:
I now need to find out
if you're intact.

- I'm sorry?

- Whether your interior wall
has been breached.

- What wall
are we talking about?

My...
- It is the way of things,

a tradition for royalty.

ARCHBISHOP:
Lay down.

- Oh. Okay.

- Empress.

It is the latest from Paris.

You recognize it, no doubt?

- I do not, but...

I recognize it as... special.

ORLO: General,
stop staring at the empress.

It will attract his attention.

VELEMENTOV:
She is a vision of radiance.

I must make my introduction.
- Bad idea.

- This fucking duck
is delicious.

Do you not find?

- Indeed.

- Ever eaten duck
as good as this, Archie?

- I have not.

- Ever eaten pussy?

- I have not.

- Oh, God is a cruel master.

Empress, this is Velementov,

my general in charge
of our war on the Swedes.

- I saw soldiers
on the road on my trip.

- Oh. Did they look happy?

- They seemed scattered
and badly wounded.

- Oh shit, maybe we lost.
Velementov, you horse's bitch.

- Sir, I have heard

no definitive report
from the front.

However,
a rider who is expected--

- MAN: Go on! Go on!

- You are so beautiful.

It's like the sun has floated
into our court and exploded.

- Thank you.
- I am Aunt Elizabeth,

much younger sister to his dear,
long-departed mother.

You may call be Bet.

No one else may call me that.

Oh, well, some do,
a few, and now you.

- It is wonderful to meet you.

- Be kind to him.
He's a delicate soul.

- Huzzah!

I miss my mother today.

How she would have loved this.

She was the last
empress of Russia.

ALL:
Huzzah!

- But a toast to my new wife,

the new empress of Russia!

ALL: Huzzah!

- It is a--
- No, you don't talk, my love.

- Oh. Of course.

PETER:
So, a wedding gift

for my new wife seems in order.

- I hope you like it.

- Oh.

CATHERINE:
Thank you.

- PETER: Huzzah!
- ALL: Huzzah!

- PETER: Let us drink!

MAN:
Drink! Drink!

- Madam, where are
the rest of your clothes?

- Oh, they're somewhere,
I'm sure.

Me, a married woman,

how I dreamt of this.

- Congratulations.

- And did I tell you
about the bear?

- You did, but I am happy
to hear it again.

- I once dreamed of--
well, I had a vision of a bear,

and the bear embraced me,
and my heart was aflame.

And from that moment,

I always knew
I'd have a great love.

Um, madam, if I may speak.

You do know, um... uh...

Are you ready for tonight?
You do know what to expect?

- You suppose me
more naive than I am.

My mother
has explained everything.

- She has?

- The man caresses you softly,

pressing his lips to yours.

Your breasts and skin awaken

and shiver
with palpitating joy.

Between your legs quivers
and moistens with longing.

He enters you
and you become one.

Your bodies meld,
your souls mesh.

As a sensation
takes hold of you,

you fall into a black sky

filled with
the shiniest of stars.

You float
for a time in ecstasy,

before waves of pleasure

push and pull you
back into your body.

Your body ushers forth yelps,
and sometimes song,

before he and you
explode within,

collapsing together,
spent and unified.

Then, you lay together,

laughing softly,

weeping occasionally
with ecstatic joy,

and finally, he wraps
his arms around you,

whispers poetry
softly into your ear,

and you fall into a...
: delicious sleep.

- Yep, that's pretty much it.

- PETER: Grigor?
- It's him.

- Good luck.

- GRIGOR: Hmm? Ducks?

- He was saying it will bring
the ducks to you,

instead of you
having to find them.

- My dearest Peter.

- But then he does it,
he blows this caller.

I don't believe it, and then--
Empress.

- The fucking ducks come
from everywhere,

but not like four or five,
like, 50.

- That's hilarious.
- Truly comical.

Fucking ducks everywhere,

and we all just started
running for cover.

Firing like crazy,

ducks are dropping,
people are screaming.

- Oh, I'd love to see it.

- Well, we'll get him
to do it again.

No, but this time, we will--

We'll watch from the balcony,
no danger to us.

PETER:
Marvelous.

Let us hope my seed
has found purchase.

Have a pleasant evening,
Empress.

Grigor, shall we crack
that new vodka from Kiev?

GRIGOR:
Huzzah.

CATHERINE:
Love Peter.

Make him love me.

Find culture
and education here.

- Are you all right, Empress?

- Quite fabulous.

- Last night was all...
all right?

As you'd imagined?

- To be honest,
it was brief.

- Brief is often a relief.

- And not as much...
as I had imagined.

- I'm sorry, 'cause I had
thought of warning you.

- It is possible I had an overly
romantic view of its unfolding.

I do that.

- Well, you would
not be the first.

- The truth is,
we do not know each other.

Our love is an ember,

a mere spark,

and I must blow on it with
the full force of my lungs,

so that it bursts
into passionate flames.

- Right.

Shall you breakfast here
or in the garden?

- I will breakfast
with my husband.

Where's that?

- I am not to be disturbed.
I will cut your throat.

- I'd rather you kiss it,
dear husband.

- Oh, hello.

What do you want?

- Maid!

- Bring the emperor
two raw eggs,

tomato juice, salt, pepper,
and a jigger of vodka.

Shake and pour it into a glass.
- No.

I like to be alone
in the morning.

- I'm sure you did, but now,

we shall greet the day together,

with sunny dispositions
and fearless hearts.

Mm. Hello, dog.

My father liked
to imbibe heavily.

This was his solution
to the morning troubles.

- It has vodka in it?

Huzzah!

I like it. Yes, that's better.
You are a witch.

- You must break
a lot of glasses.

- Yes, I suppose we do.

Come.

- Shall we perhaps picnic today?

- This is Mother.

I would not bury her.

I could not bear the thought
of never seeing her.

- Oh. She is pretty.

- Mother, this is Catherine.

- It is my honor.

- She was a goddess.
Extraordinary. Powerful.

No one like her.

Strangely, I felt paralyzed
whenever she was around.

Someone should work out
what goes on between
a chap and his mother.

There'd be money in that.

- I suppose so.

- Right. That's done.

- Where shall we go now?
- I have men's things.

Madame Georgina Dymov.
- Emperor.

- Take the empress to the other
ladies, and speak of hats.

- Of course.

- It may indeed be pleasant
to have a wife.

Yes. It is pleasant.

Velementov,
come here, you fat fuck!

Come here!

- Let us walk.

He is a mercurial fellow.

Deep of heart, I feel.

A curious jester.

- How sweet you are.

I could put you in my mouth
and you would dissolve.

- Then do not,
for I am too happy.

- I will be your dearest friend
and confidante.

You will need one.

Most of the women
have tongues

in the shape of
a cat-o'-nine-tails.

WOMEN:
Oh, Empress! Empress.

Oh, Empress!

WOMAN:
Congratulations!

- Hats have just arrived
from Paris.

You must know
all the latest.

- On... hats?

I've never been
much interested in hats.

However,
have any of you read

the latest Rousseau,
The Social Contract?

I have a copy
if you would like.

- A delightful jest. Bravo.

- We cannot read.

- None of you?
- It is... not done.

- And seems dull.
- And time-consuming.

- Anyways, more interestingly,

Captain Dostovey
is seeing Lenka.

- That is nice.

- It is, unless you're his wife.

- Oh, there is champagne
being set outside.

Shall we roll balls
on the lawn?

- What happens now?

- Well, they bring them back up,

and then we do it all again.

- I see.

- For how long?
- All afternoon.

- Empress.

You seem tired.

Might I escort you
to your apartments?

- Indeed.

I am.

- Marial, you speak out of turn.

You must wait for the empress

or one of the ladies of court
to address you.

You cannot just speak.

- You may rip my tongue
from my foolish body,

dear Lady Svenska,
or try to,

and we shall see
what develops from there.

- Remember your place, Marial.

My apologies, ladies.
Sometimes I...

forget who I am.

- Well, we are within our rights

to whip you
to remind you if needs be.

- A bit harsh.
- Marial has apologized,

are we are all reminded
of where we stand.

In time, she will adjust.

Empress, would you like
Marial to escort you

to your apartments?

- Indeed.

Perhaps I shall see you later.

- That is the beautiful
thing, my dear.

You will see us every day now.

CATHERINE:
They do not read.

No wonder
they're cruel and vapid.

We must feel for them.
- It is impossible.

- Do you wish to explain
the exchange on the lawn?

- Not particularly.

- Do it anyway.

- I was, until recently,
a lady of the court.

My father fucked
with the emperor,

and so he made us all servants.
- To humiliate you?

- It was uncharacteristically
clever of him.

It serves as a standing warning
to all the court,

you could wake up tomorrow
shoveling shit.

- That's sad.

You best be careful, then.

- It is unfortunately
not part of my nature.

- If you are a servant,
your nature's not relevant,

and your insolence
will get you beaten.

I don't want that.

- It is well put.
I shall try.

- You, I like, very much.
- And I, you.

- Inside, you are still a lady,
albeit an angry one.

- Husband.
- Wife?

Huzzah.

Stop that. Move over.

Come, Empress.

And join us.
It'll be romping good fun.

Oh, for fuck's sake.
Do not be boring

and have a peasant's morality.

And do not look at me
as Mother would:
disdainful and hurt.

I will not fucking
stand for it.

I want you in this bed. Please?

Please, make your husband happy.

Is that not what
you came here to do?

Come on.

- Oh. Sorry, um... Grigor.

We met at the wedding.

- She is your wife.
- Yes.

And he is my emperor,
and I love him.

So, that is... that.

- Is it not hard, though,
to share?

- Marriage is a struggle
on a number of levels.

- I'm beginning to see that.

- If you spy a rabbit,
point but do not yell.

- It must be an enormous
responsibility and honor

to lead a country
of such import.

- It's actually not that hard.

- The decisions
must weigh heavy.

- No. Not really.
I was born to rule.

- Rabbit!

Damn!

- I would like to be useful to
Russia, to help its greatness.

- You will bear my heirs.
There is no higher use.

You are blessed.

- Are you with child yet?
- I am not.

- I must empty myself
into you again soon.

Rabbit.

Damn!

- I thought perhaps
I could help in education.

There's an explosion of ideas
in France.

- And an explosion
of syphilis in Kiev.

- What?

- It is a joke.
You are slow of mind and wit.

Gents, I said there is an
explosion of syphilis in Kiev.

Did you roll colored balls
with the ladies?

- Mm. Briefly.
- It is a lark. What fun.

We are, in fact, modernizing
in a European way.

I have banned beards
in men under 50.

It is a better look.

The big Russian beards
look like men are
eating a whole beaver,

and it will not do.
- Beards. Yes, indeed.

My question is,
can I fund a small school?

- Will it stop you talking
about dull things?

And I jest, of course.
Sort of.

- It will.
- If it makes you happy,
you may do it.

- Talk to Bettina for funds.

- Let us drink.
- MEN: Yes! Huzzah!

- MAN: Huzzah!

- Now let us fight.

- Come on. Fight back, fatso!
- And stay!

PETER: Hit me!

- PETER: Oh. Oh!

Finally, some fight
in the military.

About fucking time.

PETER :
Oh, Rich. Rich.

MEN :
Peter! Peter! Peter!

- Rabbit.

CATHERINE:
We will paint it.

Brighten it up.

Some chairs will be
brought over from the palace.

- May I... learn?
- You must.

Where is the library?

- The what?
- Well, books.

We must have books.

And perhaps we could
have talks on ideas.

GUARD 1:
Like I said, 45-degree angle.

- GUARD 2: And a full arm swing?
- GUARD 1: Exactly.

- Actually, I know
where the books are.

- Shit.

- What are you reading?
- Uh, a, a book.

Uh, by a fellow, uh...

a, a brilliant fellow called
René Descartes.

- And you were moved?

- I'm, I'm sorry.

Uh, it, it is embarrassing
and unmanly.

I'm such a dickhead.
Fuck.

- His ideas light the mind.
I told him so.

- You know him?
- I only met him the once.

He seemed sweet
and smelt of cheese,

but... what a mind.

- Yes.

- I am Count Orlo.

- Orlo. A pleasure.

- Pleasure.

- I am seeking books
to put in my school.

- Your school?

- The emperor has ordained
I should have a school.

I will teach women to read,

and, hopefully,
talk much on Descartes.

You, sir...
you're welcome to help me.

PETER:
So talk, Velementov.

- The, uh...
the battle...

it did not go as hoped.

- Fuck! Again,
why are we losing? Anyone?

Anyone?

- I believe I called for a halt
and a regroup.

Uh, my opinion--
- Blame!

Blame.

I would have won if what?

What, the rest of us
had not an opinion?

- It seems a good summation
of Velementov's

rather churlish attitude.

ORLO:
And yet possibly true.

His plans are often
twisted by the group,

when in fact,
he is a brilliant strategist.

- Thank you, sir.

- I believe Orlo will now
talk of suing for peace

as he revels in our losses.

- Is that true, Orlo?
You revel in our losses?

- No, sir. Um--

- I will stuff this marble
deep in your ass if it is.

Fuck! What do we do?

- Well, the archbishop
started this war

when God sent him a vision.

Perhaps he could
revisit this vision

and provide more details
on how to win it.

- God has called us to it.
We must win it.

- God is all care
and no responsibility at times.

- I do not doubt
the Russian fighting man,

and it is treasonous to do so.

- We lost some 1,800 lives.

- God damn it.

Well, how does that look?

Bad. Bad, is how,
in case anyone was wondering.

My father won battles.
He expanded the kingdom.

I also do not like
all the limbless soldiers,
in the halls.

It casts a pall
over the fun of a ball

when so many can't dance.

- I can win this for us.

- So do.

ORLO:
On another matter,

uh, may I commend the emperor

on his decision to allow
the empress a school.

- I make women happy, Orlo.

Sometimes they yelp
like newborn puppies.

It's a lovely thing.

You should try it,
if your cock

ever finds its way
out of your hand

- into a woman.

- Uh, indeed.

- Blushing.
God, you're a virgin.

- I'd like to approve the texts
she wishes to teach.

She may bring
new ideas from the West.

The French are affecting
Europe's thinking

in a distressing way.

- In an astounding way
that blows light into our age.

The fact that women
will be part of this,

as I believe, is a stunning
achievement for our nation

and will be celebrated
across Europe.

- Women?
- What?

- They burned down my school!

You must seek justice.
Wreak havoc upon them!

- Oh, you did not say
this school was for girls.

- Did I not?
- PETER: No.

- Yes!

- Women here cannot read.
- And they shall not.

Women are for seeding,
not reading.

Huh. Pithy.

Gents, I said women
are for seeding, not reading.

- You burned my school down.
- I did.

Well, you may go.
I forgive you, of course,

as I am of gentle heart
and massive cock.

Gentlemen, I said

I am of gentle heart
and massive cock.

- MEN: Huzzah!
- You are disgusting!

- You don't lie to me again!

- MEN: Ooh!
- Oh, you are admirably quick.

- Huh. Huzzah!
- MEN: Huzzah!

PETER:
Right. Who's next? Ivan?

- Did you see Grigor carrying

two baby ducks
everywhere yesterday?

Hilarious.

Nipping at vodka in his pocket,
they were.

We do not have
to breakfast together.

- I wish it to bring us closer.
- How is that working?

- May I read a passage
from Diderot?

Orlo found it for me.
- Orlo is a lobcock.

A smart one, and handy
for the thinking part

of running the country.

And I do not care who fucks who,
as long as one fucks.

Though I suspect
he does not even do that.

What sort of a life is that?

Just musing.

- So I shall read.
- PETER: Mm.

"Man will never be free

"until the last king
has been strangled

with the entrails
of the last priest."

- Love it.

Bye.

Zeus.
Come on.

Are you pregnant?

- No.
- Annoying.

Come on.

- : I hate you.

PETER:
What the fuck's going on,
Archie?

You said she was the one.

You said you'd seen it.
You said she'd make me happy.

- I...
- Do I look happy?

Grigor, my face.

- Oh, discontented
at the minimum.

- At the fucking minimum.

Remind me of this vision.

- He saw her name
drawn in the sand

on a beach where
Jesus was walking.

- All marriages take time to--

- My parents' didn't,
and mine should not.

You need to fix her.
I will not be...

- Ugly with discontent?
- Exactly.

- You throw like Orlo.

ARCHBISHOP:
Is it not beautiful?

- Yes.

ARCHBISHOP:
I'll tell you a secret.

If you look closely,
that icon is rusting,

and that one
is bent at the side.

Nothing, of course,
is perfect.

- You refer metaphorically
to the marriage?

- I liked you the moment I--

- Put your fingers inside me.

- It was distressing for me
as it was for you.

- I doubt that.

- There's a way of things here.

- And a way of things
with Peter.
- I have tried.

- We think our hearts are spent.

God refills them
if we can but find the...

- Ladle?
- Indeed.

- So you would like me to try.

- An unhappy emperor
makes rash decisions

that affect millions.

This is bigger than you
and your happiness.

Your father has already
been through

his initial payment from us

and been back for more,
and we furnished him with this,

but that tap
can be turned off.

- I cannot be happy here.
- I'm not asking you that.

I'm asking you to pretend.

People underestimate
the joy in suffering.

Walk through the pain...

and on the other side...

joy and purity.

And I do love the smell.

- Empress.

- General?
- VELEMENTOV: I was...

I saw you in the sun and I

worried for your alabaster skin.

I felt if I positioned myself
at 90 degrees,

my torso would
provide shade cover.

I trust my interruption
is forgivable?

- I am happy in the sun.

I imagine myself floating
in the sky, far from here.

But I appreciate
your thoughtfulness.

- How goes the war?
- Uh...

Ups and downs.

There's some conjecture
as to the best way forward.

I fear paralysis, but, uh...

We must, uh...
We trust the emperor's wisdom.

- Is that wise?

- I...

- My father was in the military.

He said that to some,
war is merely a chess game,

and to others,
a horror of responsibility
for the blood of men.

Where do you fall on this?

- You win the chess game,

you win men's lives.

That's how I see it.

Good day. I-- You...

look... lovely... again.

MARIAL:
Empress!

The party!

- Someone refill this
fucking samovar.

- PETER: Explain it to me.
- It's called a sight.

Your eye falls between
the two marks,

and then your target
lines up with it.

- I have perfect aim, though.

- Oh, but to
less-perfect hunters

than your royal self,
it is a boon,

and accurate up to 50 yards.

- No. I don't believe it.

- Aah! Gah!

- Sorry, Sergei.

- I prick my maid's finger,

add a few drops of blood
to the cream,

and it creates this rosy hue.

GEORGINA:
You lie.

- There's no point
owning these people

if you can't use them
as you wish.

- Your wig, Madame Svenska,

it's not supposed
to be like that.

They are meant to be
fitted to your heads.

They are not hats.

- Fool!

- Cheer up, my darling.
It is a party.

- Eat this.
- I don't--

It's moose-lips mousse.
Is it not divine?

Though one cannot
help but wonder,

where is the moose
and what's he doing now?

Come, my dears.

- Shall we walk in the garden,
Empress?

- Yes. I could use
some fresh air.

- Oh, dear. Someone's cross.

Good shot, huh?

PETER:
We've got problems, haven't we?

You are the only person
who has not loved me.

It is inconceivable to me and
says nothing good about you.

- If you had shown me
an ounce of kindness,

I was ready with
a heart full of love.

- You look really pretty.

- My heart is breaking.

I miss home.

I'm lonely for family,

friends, fun, ideas,

strawberries.

- And I need my cock sucked.
- What?

- Well, we're sharing,
right, our needs?

- Just let me go home, please.

- That's not going to happen.

Strawberries, I'll work on.

Friends... the women at court?

Gossiping morons,

obsessed with the next affair
or dalliance.

- You're so judgmental.

You might want to look at that.

I mean, you know your problem?

You have no idea
how lucky you are.

Soldiers are dying.
- Because of you.

- Serfs beaten daily.
- You could stop that.

If you would just read
these books with me,

these ideas that
are sweeping Europe:

justice, humanity,
every man a valued soul.

We could rule Russia
in a different manner--

- No, I rule. You serve.

Is it that difficult
to understand?

What happened to that
happy little girl
who gave me a twig?

- She died.

- Seems overly dramatic.
I am mostly kind to you.

Do I beat you?

- I suffer the blows
of your disdain daily.

- It's not the same
as actual blows, though, is it?

- Well...
- What, you don't know?

PETER: Well,
compare and get back to me.

Mother and Father
never acted like this.

My mother was a saint.

I'm glad
she's not alive to see this.

Not that I'm glad she's dead.
I'm not.

Never. Sometimes.

Just once.

Don't look at me like that.

You're a disappointment
to me, too.

I do not need a wife

with a poisonous mouth
and a dry cunny.

I will shut you up
at my pleasure.

- You will try and fail.
- You will be happy.

You will die here
in content old age,

having given me many hours
of pleasure and service,

and many heirs.

Boys, preferably.

I do have a temper
and some rage.

You cannot cross me.

Especially not in front
of others, or you will pay.

Endlessly.

And you will never win.

You'll just be in pain.

- Are you all right, Empress?

- I would be better
if I had wings.

- Might I suggest vodka instead?

- I'm a fool, Marial.

A great love.

I looked at myself
in the mirror and laughed

at my own stupid face
this morning.

Do you want one?

- I resolve to know my place.

- Yet you brought two glasses.

- I need you to help me
escape this place.

- I would be signing
my own death warrant.

- A carriage is all I need.
- I'm sorry.

I cannot.

ARCHBISHOP:
Sorry to startle you.

- You didn't.
You reek of incense.

I smelt you five minutes ago.

- How is she?
- Unhappy.

- Hmm.
- She wants to leave.

- And how are you?

Learning my place.

- Hmm.
I doubt that'll ever happen.

- Uh, sir--

- Uh...

- Escort the empress back.

Would you like a cake
with that knife, Empress?

- Do not try to stop me.
Just leave me be.

- I would not presume to speak.

For the empress is so smart,

and book readingly,

that I'm sure
her judgment is sound.

- I am resolved.

- Vlad will get
a bucket for the blood.

- Yes, miss.

CATHERINE:
There is no other way.

- I am a prisoner here.
- MARIAL: Indeed.

- Married to an idiot.

- This has never happened
to a woman before.

- Yes, but to an emperor.

He's a madman.
- He-- He is one of a kind.

It is true.

Towels, too, Vlad.

There may be some overflow.

- What am I to do?

Just live at
someone else's whim?

- God forbid, Empress.

- Ever since I was a child,

I felt like greatness
was in store for me.

A great life, I felt.

Life God himself had spat me
forth to land on this Earth

and in some way transform it.

That I was here for a reason,
a purpose.

- Why did He make you
a woman, then?

- For comedy, I guess.

That idea now feels like some
delusion when I'm trapped here.

Yet I felt it,
Marial, in my being...

deep in my bones.

MARIAL:
It is not a lineage.

- What?
- MARIAL: Russia...

it does not go to an heir
if there is not one.

If the emperor dies,
it goes to the empress.

- What do you mean?

- I'm just giving you a lesson
on how things work here.

You're also not
the only unhappy one.

There are men here, unhappy,

who are looking for a leader.

- And is there one?

- I hope I am looking at her.

- Me?

- I'm a foolish child.
- But what if you are not?

What if your vision of the bear,
and the great love,

your heart filled and glowing,

what if that great love
was Russia itself?

Not Peter.

I will get coins
to place on your eyes.

- : Huzzah.

"Everybody Wants

♪ Welcome to your life♪

♪ There's no turning back♪

♪ Even while we sleep♪

♪ We will find you♪

♪ Acting on
your best behavior♪

♪ Turn your back
on Mother Nature♪

♪ Everybody wants
to rule the world♪

♪ It's my own design♪

♪ It's my own remorse♪

♪ Help me to decide♪

♪ Help me make
the most of freedom♪

♪ And of pleasure...♪