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♪♪

George Frideric Handel.

German.

Are you all right?

It's nothing.

I am bilious.

Quickly!

Her Majesty is quite
the little jack-in-the-box.

Women are queer cattle.

Of what do you gentlemen speak?

The music, sir.

It is very

well-constructed.

I felt unwell.

It was disagreeable.

It's over now.

Oh, Lord, it was nothing
compared to the spectacle

of Peel perspiring

with the effort of
being charming.

Although I have to admit
I'm strangely drawn to Peel.

He's direct,

like me.

Also, I am told he's an
aficionado of the railway.

Don't talk railway at me.

Half the people in this box

are moaning about
incursions on their property.

They are wrong.

We stand on the brink

of a modern revolution,
Victoria, of science.

Embrace it.

Go to these places
of new manufacturing.

You say "manufacturing"

and my soul shrivels
with boredom.

Mine does not.

You should be the
champion of what is coming.

Rather too much "should."

You're tired.

I'm not tired.

Then, my dear, you must be ill.

I'm not ill.

I shall send for the doctor.

Albert, I don't... I
don't want a doctor.

Your queen is sick.

Oh, we don't say "sick,"
we say "indisposed."

Well, she is indisposed
out of her mouth.

What's that?

The cure for every
ailment known to woman

is chocolate.

Hot chocolate?

Really?

Uh-uh!

Mmm!

Why don't you give her
one of your little wafers?

Then she can dip it in.

You're in the wrong
job, Miss Skerrett.

Thank you.

I'll get this to the
Queen directly.

Can't fix what she's
got with chocolate.

She says "no doctor" and
she sends for the doctor.

Good-bye, Dr. Clarke.

What did the doctor say?

Tell me, please.

There's nothing we cannot face.

There is no polite English word.

You are with child?

That's...

That's magnificent!

You are magnificent.

I'm afraid.

No.

Is it safe to announce?

I know my duty.

Very good, Lord Chamberlain.

HRH didn't dilly-dally.

Ma'am.

What is it?

Brandy mixed with cream.

It eliminates nausea.

Is it medically demonstrable?

Ask any woman who has conceived.

Listen to me.

Your nurse is a virgin,
your husband is a man,

your doctor is a fool.

Directly after luncheon,
you must go to bed

and lay down on your back
without moving till dinner.

Dinner shall be preparations
of the vital organs:

the brain, liver, the lungs.

Affairs of state...

Drina, this is
your affair of state.

Affairs?

Let Albert do them for you.

Let him do everything for you.

Will he also give
birth for me, Mama?

Remember Charlotte.

Her death in labor

is the reason you're queen.

I have work to do.

Baroness, you put
me off my stroke.

The queen must have
sweetbreads in broth,

I know, yes, I'll
see to it directly,

but if I cock this mayonnaise...

Her Majesty's dietary
requirements take pr...

Curdled.

All she had to
do was look at it.

Take this.

Make it again.

No.

I'm not an imbecile.

I grasp that the
constitution demands an heir

and that I must produce it.

But to make me feel I
own no other function...

Your mother is...

of her generation.

The world's leaving her behind.

She is afraid.

You are going to look at my body

and be revolted.

I know it.

My desire for
you will never fail.

A love like ours
can burn down a city.

The Lord Chamberlain,
Your Majesty.

My Lord, this is
my private time.

Speak freely before the Prince.

I shall be offended
if you don't.

The court rejoices in your news.

But?

Your eyes are full of "but."

Childbirth is a
hazardous business.

You want to know
what will happen if I die.

I understand.

It is your duty to consider
what would happen next.

Specifically, ma'am, if
the child survived you.

It is incumbent
upon Your Majesty

to nominate a regent

for the approval of Parliament.

Well, that, my lord,
is something I can do

without a moment's hesitation.

And so the torpid Teuton

wedges himself yet further

into the sagging cleft of power.

It's unconscionable!

If the queen dies,

are we to be ruled by a German?

We already are.

Cumberland would
crawl over broken glass

for a crack at the regency.

Parliament, of course,

must ratify...

Of course it must.

I hear you are
already acquainted

with the prince, Peel.

The queen is stubborn.

You must convince
Albert to reconsider.

If the Tories fail

to condone your
regency, I will abdicate.

No, you will not.

I will.

You can't abdicate.

You're not the monarch.

Then I will merely leave.

Then I will merely kill myself.

Then I will remarry.

Ridiculous.

Whom will you marry?

Wellington.

Peel.

Maybe both.

Cumberland shall be my mistress.

Drina, laughter is bad for baby.

One day, I'll put
her on a donkey

and pack her off to Carlisle.

Carlisle.

County town of Cumberland,

celebrated for textiles.

Adjacent is Northumberland,

rejoicing in the
digging of coal.

You see, it is not your mother

you should be sending north.

You're determined to
see me dragged around

some morbid display
of traction engines.

Send me.

Why?

Otherwise, I feel the people

may not accept
me as their regent.

I'm not dead yet.

Don't be childish.

If you would prefer not to
be regent when I am dead...

No, what I would
prefer, Victoria,

is to exercise just a little
power while you are alive.

Power must be seen
to come from me.

For you...

I order a trip North.

An expedition

into the dark heart
of the Tory shires,

where I shall
fanfare you as regent.

Oh no, I do not seriously
expect you to travel.

The latest research
in Germany suggests

that the woman in pregnancy
should not exert herself.

But I am not a German woman.

I am the Queen of England.

Chillington Hall, ma'am,

is well situated
for your research,

being in Staffordshire.

It is also close to Drayton,

Sir Robert Peel's residence.

Oh, Lord.

Your host, Sir Piers Giffard,

is by all accounts an
old-fashioned gentleman

and a Tory as well,

but he begs to receive Her
Majesty and her entourage.

Contrary to general belief,

I'm not actually
frightened of Tories.

Can we define "entourage"?

King Charles the First, ma'am,

made such excursions
with what he called

"his modest night bag"...
A company of 500 horse.

Not an easy guest.

One is anxious not
to end one's reign

as did King Charles.

We shall be attended
by a very few.

Jenkins.

Your Royal Highness?

Oh, um...

Lohlein is all I require.

Baroness, you, of course.

Can't travel without
my dear Lehzen.

Surely, dear, Baroness is
needed here to administrate.

Penge can administrate
the household.

It's what he's for.

We shall be so
light, we shall travel

like the wind!

No, Mama, you shall remain here.

Harriet, will you attend to
the Duchess in my absence?

Can your husband spare you?

He will not notice
I'm gone, ma'am.

This apparently is
the very discomfort

that the railway eliminates.

The vehicle runs on
wheels, with have flanges...

I learned this word...
Which fit precisely

into the inner tracks, which...

I think we need to stop.

Please stay here.

Why do you crowd
me with that, Lehzen?

It doesn't appear to be raining.

It was in case Your
Majesty was indisposed.

Ah.

Dearest Lehzen.

Always thinking of me.

I just needed some air.

You know, the whole
world would have me

trussed up in bed all day.

That's hardly my style, is it?

What was it you
used to say I was?

A little wrigglepants, ma'am.

Did you see those
fellows in the field?

They were surveying
the railway, I think.

My darling, the
railway is not a subject

to be paraded
before the Giffards.

Just be your charming self.

They will adore you.

Last time I saw
her, she was... what?

This high?

Apparently

she still is.

She's here to pimp
for his regency.

Are you randy for it?

No, not at any price.

Your Majesty.

Sir Piers.

So, how does one

pass one's time
in Staffordshire?

Ceramics.

It is the industry
of the region.

It is a favored
occupation of the people.

Well, it seems to be the case

that many artifacts
are created en masse

in factories.

I would very much like to
visit some of these places.

We hunt, ma'am.

In fact, I have arranged
for you and the prince

to ride out with the
Shifnal tomorrow.

Piers, you're quite mad.

Her Majesty cannot tax herself

to riding with the
hounds in her condition.

Alas, I do not hunt.

I shoot.

Well, a day of
driven shooting, then.

Would Your Majesty find
such a prospect diverting?

Excessively diverting.

We shall observe, Lady Beatrice.

I'm confident neither of us

shall find the
experience taxing.

Your man's shooting tomorrow.

Does he have the kit?

In this country, a gentleman
don't set foot in the field

without the kit.

Oh, just see me afterwards.

Crikey, whose are those?

Ze butler gives this
to me, for the Prince.

Is correct English
for the field.

Those trousers aren't proper
kit for nothing but fancy dress.

A gun wearing white
would be a right howler.

Are you listening to me?

Are you listening?

Yes.

A dark coat, brown boots,

tall hat, the older the better,

that's all you need.

No one shoots in nothing new.

Do you understand?

Yes.

Come on, show me
what you've brought.

We won't have the
prince embarrassed.

What are those gentlemen doing?

They're the beaters, sir.

They're driving the
birds towards us.

I see.

In Thüringen,

we take birds in the
cages to high towers,

and then they are released.

A barbaric practice.

Sausage eater can hit them!

A most singular mount.

Fascinating!

I'd wipe your eye, Sir Piers.

Good shot, sir.

Oh!

Extraordinary to find you here.

Well, extraordinary only in that

I do not shoot, Your Majesty.

But I am, uh...

I'm neighbor to the Giffards.

You do not shoot?

Well, if you instruct
me to do so, ma'am,

I shall certainly try,

but I'm afraid I shall
make a fearful hash of it.

Sport is not my métier.

I am unused to it.

Too busy preparing
for government.

Now, luncheon.

Sir Piers, what is your
view of the railway?

Fortunately, sir,

I don't have a view of it here.

I'm plagued by people

wanting to run the
thing through my park,

but I tell 'em to
cut along sharpish

or I'll set the dogs on 'em.

He's a fan, mind.

You approve of it, Sir Robert?

One must not stand in
the path of progress, sir.

I agree.

I believe the railway dissolves

the unnecessary cultural
divides of our regions.

Men can travel for
work, families unite.

When you say

"our regions," sir,

do you mean the
counties of England?

Because you may find

that the people of, for
instance, Staffordshire

are rather fond

of the peculiar
virtues of their region

and don't necessarily
want it disfigured

by iron rails.

As ever, this subject
makes men overstimulated.

Am I right in thinking

you have never seen
a locomotive, sir?

That's correct.

Well, there is presently
one on my property

at Drayton.

It is quite adjacent.

It would be my pleasure

to offer you all
a demonstration.

Excellent.

Excellent.

Victoria?

Alas, Sir Robert,

I think we should let our host

devise the program of activity.

Your Majesty is pale.

It is too silly of us

to expect you to remain
at table so fatiguing.

I am quite well, thank you.

When baby is being mischievous.

Would you care to rest, ma'am?

I think I shall explore.

Alone.

You count as alone.

To look up over one's
stew and see Peel

fidgeting with the silver and
simpering over my husband!

Albert doesn't know how to talk.

He refuses to dissemble.

He only ever says
exactly what he means,

and amongst people
like the Giffards, it's...

hopeless.

Oh, say something, Lehzen.

You're allowed to say something.

Sir Robert reminds me of
an exhibit I saw in Salzburg.

It was a big frog.

Stuffed.

You accuse Sir Robert of
looking like a stuffed frog?

Now, listen to me, Peel.

I know you've had
disappointments in your life...

Harrow, so forth...

But the future
belongs to the Tories,

and the Tories

belong to you.

Now, toast with
the port, damn you.

So make yourself fit for us.

In what respect am I not fit?

You pander to the railway

when you should be chasing
the bastards off your land.

You poodlefake and pussyfoot
about the gormless German.

It's perfectly clear why
they've invited themselves here.

Only reason he talks to you

is to ginger up
support for his regency,

an office you
shall not allow him.

Wellington's not too old
to take the reins, you know.

Just saying.

You imagine I resent
being left here by the queen.

Well, you are correct.

It's never nice being
left behind, Duchess.

Did you make that just for me?

Well, you are now
my official taster.

That's extraordinary!

You know what would
make that even better?

Oh, here we go.

Cover it in hot chocolate.

I think, Miss Skerrett,
you might be a genius.

Forgive me, darling,

but sometimes you are
too direct when you speak.

Men like Giffard,

they recoil from enthusiasm.

They find it un-English.

Please, from now on,

let me guide the conversation.

I'm sorry about the locomotive,

but we must proceed carefully.

Speak English.

I have this morning sent
a note to Sir Robert Peel.

Today, I see the locomotive.

Albert?

That is the most
magnificent thing

I have ever seen.

Good day.

Your Highness.

Morning.

Would you show
His Royal Highness

the controls, please?

These levers control the valves.

Pedal engages the eccentrics.

Regulator

controls the motion.

Moderates the flow of steam.

Let's go.

Now please, your worships,

you can take a
seat in the carriage.

Carriage be damned!

We ride here!

I said I wished to be alone.

Shall I go, Majesty?

No.

You haven't eaten
your beetroot, ma'am.

I can't bear this.

Where is he?

This is the future!

Yes, sir.

How is the queen?

Wanting the most
peculiar things for breakfast.

This morning, she
had to have beetroot.

It's a vegetable.

It's revolting.

She's rather cross that HRH

has gone off
somewhere without her.

Also without me.

But for a man,

it is essential to have space.

To breathe.

It's not only men
who need a breather

from matrimony, my dear.

The butler said
that in the country,

the prince must sing
as he's being undressed.

I am to encourage this.

Sing? Yes.

Anything in particular?

"God Save the Queen."

Good heavens.

You've been had, boy.

This butler wants your
master to look a fool.

Why?

Because these
people, like the Giffards

and their servants,
they're all the same.

Got to keep the old ways.

Anything that is young
and new is a threat.

The queen, the prince, you.

You're what's next.

You scare them.

I'm going for a walk.

Without the prince?

Sir Piers.

Ma'am.

As we are presently
unencumbered by other guests,

may I ask where you stand
on the matter of the regency?

Well, this is surely
a matter, ma'am,

that is purely hypothetical.

Parliament is not hypothetical.

Its members must
condone my selection.

Condone or condemn.

What would you
advise them to do?

What all men of
honor must do, ma'am:

follow their consciences.

Weasel.

Sir Robert, do you
consort with me

because you seek my favor
for your political advantage?

No, sir.

Do you consort with me
because you seek my influence

to ratify your regency?

No.

Although that would
be rather helpful.

Perhaps I should.

I like you, Sir Robert.

Even though I famously
have no taste, of course.

I'm German.

There it is.

I am glad of it, sir.

There it is.

Does your hand contain royalty?

As a matter of fact, it does.

A prince?

Of course.

I mean "knave."

Ernest is not an
honest man, Harriet.

I'm a married woman, Duchess.

You've got children.

As I had Victoria.

How dare you.

My dear, I did not
want to wake you.

It is such an insult.

It's not an insult, Victoria.

It's merely me embracing
England's destiny

on your behalf.

It is not your place to
do things on my behalf!

If I wish to bring
railways or anything

to the attention of
the English people,

then Albert, I
shall do it myself.

And if you answer back
using the word "future,"

I shall scream!

I decide what is the future.

What if you had been killed?

Do you not care at all
about our unborn child?

Oh, look at you.

You look like a peasant.

I'm not the one eating beetroot.

What?! What is
wrong with beetroot?

It's peasant food.

That is ridiculous!

Possibly in your country,

Albert, not in mine.

This is my country!

Victoria,

I seek only to serve it.

And yourself.

♪♪

Dining with the queen,

Mr. Francatelli?

Where's the queen?

She didn't shed a rod.

Her wheels didn't fall off.

She didn't kill Prince Albert.

I call it a success.

Your blooming good health, boys.

Good health.

Oh, Christ.

Queen Victoria!

Victoria!

Victoria!

You like it?

I love it!

What?

I said

I love it!

Now.

That's wonderful.

You know what you ought to do?

Call it...

a "bomb surprise."

Because it looks
like a bomb, yes?

And it's a surprise.

"La bombe surprise."

"Mr. Francatelli's
bombe surprise."

You invented it.

No, you invented it.

Mm.

We invented it.

It won't wash, Peel.

What won't, Sir Piers?

Licking up to the
queen's husband

and giving him a ride on
your ruddy infernal machine.

It is not an adult
way to solicit power.

The prince has no
power to be solicited.

Oh, you're wrong.

With respect.

You know, Sir Piers,

I rather enjoyed
riding on the railway.

I commend the experience to you.

You might find it enlightening.

I am most grateful

for Your Majesty's... advice.

It is a mistake

to make one's mind
up about a thing

before one's tried it.

Don't you think?

The world is on
the move, Sir Piers.

Keep up.

♪♪

My darling, what
ever is the matter?

I am frightened of the pain.

There will be pain, yes, but...

I wish I could
endure it for you.

But Victoria, listen to me.

Listen.

You are strong.

Childbirth is surely an
ordeal, but you are equal to it.

You have such...

such fortitude.

It was wrong of me.

Peel, the engine.

To go alone.

No, not necessarily.

You will allow me to share
the burden of your duties?

Albert...

Please.

The Scotch, you know,

they have a curious expression.

"Softly, softly,
catchee monkey."

Who is this monkey?

You are my monkey.

Did you see the Giffards

sniggering up their noses at me?

My dear, you look so well.

Thank you, Mama.

Expeditions clearly
agree with us.

I am afraid I didn't
drink your medicine.

The baby will tell
you what it wants.

Welcome home.

Are we paying attention?

The queen has requested
a dish of bacon and peas.

Is bacon suitable for...?

Medical suitability
has been suspended.

Bacon, Mr. Francatelli.

And peas, Mr. Penge.

And peas. Post-haste.

And for the prince?

The prince dines with the queen.

Double bacon and peas!

It is Her Majesty's wish

that her husband
be prince regent,

and I believe it is
the correct choice.

You promote the costive
Coburg as our regent?

I do not promote the prince.

The man is a menace and a boor.

I endorse the
decision of my queen.

If you wish to make
farmyard noises,

I suggest you cross the
floor to Palmerston's sty,

where that species of
behavior is tolerated.

This is the party of gentlemen.

Is that understood?

Let the speaker be informed

that the Tories
wholeheartedly support

Her Majesty's choice of regent.

There it is.

Well...

If none of us has
the moral courage

to stand up to Peel, I...

I suggest we back him.

Is that understood?

The frog is here,

wishing to croak at you.

I shall send him away.

No.

Tell Sir Robert I shall
be pleased to see him.

Your Majesty.

Sir Robert.

You look rather
more at home here

than you do in a muddy field.

It's late.

This must be important.

It is indeed, ma'am.

I beg to inform Her Majesty

that in the unfortunate
event of her death,

her selection of regent
has the full support

of the Tory Party.

That is encouraging news.

But quite academic.

As you see,

I am far too busy to die.

Ah!

Cotton.

Whereabouts is cotton, mostly?

Manchester.

Yes.

Rather more your
sort of thing than mine.

Most of this contains industry.