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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.

Hey!

You will strive

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

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

See, he's not right upstairs.

Elena's got to him.

Oh, pity the poor Butcher.

Yeah, I do.

Hey! Come on!

Here. The boy's pills.

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

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... Lenny

you're not concerned, then?

- With what? - Just all your spiky talk

about the West these last few weeks.

The possible blowback.

Oh, poor Nicky.

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

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...

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...

I like to slice the egg myself.

Of course, my love.

Thank you, Mr. Laskin.

I'm sure that will be more than enough.

Dear, before I forget

we've had a few complaints about the aroma.

What sort of complaints?

Well, primarily that the Palace smells like an Irish whorehouse.

Well, tough tits.

The potato steam is purifying.

I can finally breathe

now that Herbert has sluiced all the Western shit from my system.

Good morning, Herbert.

Good morning, Elena.

We are well, aren't we?

Yes, we are.

We had fun last night, didn't we?

Yes, we did.

And what did we do, large one?

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

- No. - We certainly fucking did.

Superb horseplay, wasn't it?

It certainly fucking was.

I wonder...

where will we go tonight?

Wherever we like.

Wherever we like.

Black radish from the homeland.

Let me see.

Your spleen's a little muddy.

This mustard will help.

Go on, then.

Slap me up like a sandwich.

I... I'm sure you know, Corporal

that both Elena and I have medical degrees.

I must admit

I'm not familiar with your techniques.

They are from my mother.

Oh, right. Country medicine, is it?

The only medicine that works.

One might argue aspirin and chemo occasionally do the trick

but sure.

Morning, Madam.

Morning.

Morning, darling.

Hello, Oskar.

- Everything all right, Madam? - Yeah.

Mr. Bartos will arrive at noon for the sugar beet farmers' event.

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?

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.

Black radish. Open wide.

Yes.

Crunch...

Yes, yes.

Look at him.

Cock of the fucking walk.

She had infatuations before, though.

Who was the last meter man?

Sebastian.

She sacked him because his jaw clicked when he ate.

Well, I suspect that this one may be more than an infatuation, Victor.

How do you think we should play this?

Patience, my son.

I think Bartos will 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.

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.

Calendula tea for...

Oh, right. Tea for something. Get...

Go on. Say what you really mean, Emil.

You worried about your purse, greedy guts?

Your purse, Elena. Our purse.

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, all right?

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.

What's this for?

Calendula. It 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.

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.

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.

- Push! - I am!

- 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!

Come on!

What's happening to me?

It is 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...

in this place is...

Like that rubbish Bartos said

"mice in the bathtub."

You've taken it in.

Now you have to flush it out.

You have to flush it all out.

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... - Blowin' on me.

Sorry.

'Cause...

I think this will make you a little more sophisticated.

Sophisticated like a hooker?

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

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, actually, my love

not that I've been keeping tally or anything

but 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...

Night-night, Lenny.

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'd prefer not to linger

so let's be brief and discreet.

- Utterly, sir. Yeah. - 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."

Right.

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...

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.

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.

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

You know her better than we do, sir.

How serious is our predicament?

They have a... 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 - He is.

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?

You must strive to have a graceful mind.

- Harder! - Harder!

What is it?

Good morning, Corporal.

The sperm whale oil you requested for... what...

- 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.

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.

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.

Shame on you.

It won't help, you know.

Up.

I have to do it.

I deserve it.

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?

Yeah. I am fine. Is everything...

Oh, 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.

Miraculous!

The Chancellor couldn't be more pleased.

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

- Yeah, we do. - Yes.

We don't like showing her the grubby truths.

Look, it's all right.

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?

You all right, Herbert?

Yes, Elena.

Something's bothering you.

No. Have... have you not...

Have you noticed the last few dreams have been different?

Different for you, how?

I guess... a bit spicier.

Yeah.

I suppose they have been a bit.

And sometimes...

quite spicy.

Well, I like a bit of spice.

Spice is nice.

Yes, Elena.

There she is.

- Miss America. - Many to do this time of the year.

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.

Yes, here you are.

- Welcome. - Thank you.

Lovely to meet you, Madam Chancellor.

Oh, good.

You're comfortable then? Your accommodations all right?

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

Oh, very nice.

Love this kingfisher blue.

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.

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.

Right.

You feel as though our wires have been crossed?

Well, I think our last few communications

have felt a bit abrupt.

Right.

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 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. It's all right.

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

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?

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?

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.

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

so...

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.

Hi.

I'm sorry. Where were...

What were we...

These rooms get so stuffy

with all this oxygen-sucking, you know?

Yeah, I guess so.

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

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

Right now?

Sure, okay, if you like.

I do like.

Let's have a snoop.

We call this "Little Alexandria."

- Not so little. - So many jewels.

Yeah.

Mondino de Liuzzi's Anatomia, the first edition.

My personal favorite.

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

- Yes. That's right. - Yes.

It was a hotel once, you know?

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

It was a hotel. The Metropole, it was called

- before I requisitioned. - Yeah.

Greta Garbo stayed here once.

I'm supposed to tell the Americans.

Is she still known?

Oh, yeah... well, definitely.

That's a relief.

We'll show you the music room next.

- Sorry, is my guy... Is he... - Oh, god, yes.

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

Don't worry, he'll catch up.

You all right?

Yes, of course. I just think that maybe we should...

Do you like music?

I do. Yes, I like music.

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

Wait until you see this.

Oh, quick call. Yeah, I'll... I'll rejoin.

Sorry! Are you...

What...

You know what? I think I'd rather just

rejoin her, if that's...

There's no way out through that door.

Okay.

Okay, well, do any of these...

No.

Okay.

Right.

- Right. - Listen to me.

Okay.

Listen to me!

Fuck.

You know what? I... I think...

I just need to find my...

- Are you scared or what? - No.

No.

How does it feel to not be in control?

Please.

You will never be in control of this place ever again

you hear me?

Tell them we're going straight to the airport.

We're not stopping at the hotel.

- Okay. - All good?

No, Emil, not fucking all good.

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 this, can't we?

Yes, we have to.

We have to make it right.

All right, 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.

I'm going to fuck you now.

- Really? - Yes.

Oh, yes.

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

- Okay, yes. - Off. Okay.

Is that a new toy you've got there?

Oskar?

Have you got a new game?

Oskar.

All right, 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.

Fine.

There ya go.

And if you're not feelin' well, you're gonna tell me, all right?

Oskar, look at me.

Yeah. At your service to kick your ass.

Thank you, Agnes.

Where's our baby?

Is he 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.

Please sit, Mr. Bartos.

Certainly.

What is...

Sit, please.

Now, we'd like to have a chat.

- About the problem. - Right.

The problem, Madam Chancellor.

Yes, the problem.

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

tell us about the problem.

Well, I suppose you'll have to specify slightly.

Don't dissemble for the lens, sir.

That won't work here.

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...

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

Is that correct?

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 look at them.

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

Yeah?

Sorry.

I'm not aware of any...

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?

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... - Now, why don't you tell them

what you told me when last we met?

How do you mean?

At the sugar beet festival.

Outside the conservatory.

The first sugar beet of the season.

I don't recall.

You do.

Yes, you do.

Oh, you recall quite well.

You told me to bend my knee to the US

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? - 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.

Shame on you, sir.

Oh, no, no.

No, you will stay here

and you will clean the mess you have made.

Starting with these chairs.

Good Lord. Poor Emil.

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.

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?

I think you'll find yourself quite engrossed.

Yes, Elena.

Tell me.

I hear you.

Yes.

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

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.

Pleasantly invigorated, actually.

In the sense of?

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

What did we do when she proposed the remodel?

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.

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.

My love, would you give us a moment?

Sure.

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.

Madam

we have some startling information regarding Corporal Zubak.

In the course of the Corporal's background check

I ordered blood work, 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.

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.

- The Foundling, Ma'am. - The Foundling.

Now, Madam, I am no geneticist

and cannot confirm the veracity of this.

We are none of us 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?

In abundance, Madam.

I shall have to see this data, please.

Indeed, we were hoping to consult your medical expertise

as a means of independent verification.

But if, in fact, you can verify the data

we think this discovery might be of giant historical import.

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.

It's a stunning feat of historiography, Ma'am.

And if I might add

there were some in this Palace who doubted the Corporal.

But we three, we are more than happy today

to have proved them wrong.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Certainly, Madam.

You've given us a lot to think about.

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.

And with his guidance

we shall reclaim our destiny

as the once and future kings

of our beloved corner of Europe.