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♪ Gloriana ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Gloriana ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Gloriana, hallelujah ♪

♪ Hallelujah. ♪

Oh, I'm so bored of this.

No riding, no dancing,

nothing but Sir James
and his camphor lozenges,

and Mama telling me how
when she was pregnant,

she had cross
Europe in a stagecoach

so that I could be
born in England.

Albert?

Albert, you're not listening.

I am.

Very attentively.

You do not like being with child

because it means
you cannot dance

and your mother is always
talking about her travels.

Oh, and you detest
camphor lozenges.

You're not very sympathetic.

I'm not reading this periodical for
my own amusement, you know?

"What is the difference
between a tube

"and a foolish Dutchman?

"One is a hollow
cylinder and the other is

a silly Hollander."

Quite right.

"Who is the
greatest chicken killer

"in Shakespeare's plays?

Macbeth, because he
did murder most 'fowl. ""

Oh, actually...

Actually, that's very funny.

We are not amused.

Majesty.

Your Royal Highness.

Forgive me, I did not realize

you were occupied.

No longer.

Where are you going?

I thought I would go for a ride.

It's such a lovely day.

I'm sure the baroness can
amuse you in my absence.

Sir.

I did not know you
were a member, Leopold.

Are you in the country long?

About the same time as you.

We are here for the same reason,

although I suspect we
hope for different results.

The duke of
Cumberland's back, I see.

Isn't he the king
of Hanover now?

I'd rather be an English duke

than king of a German
postage stamp,

begging your pardon,

Herr Lohlein.

Perhaps I am in
agreement, Mr. Penge.

Well, I'd rather be a king
than an attendant lord.

I'm reading
Shakespeare, Mr. Penge.

All the dukes want
to become kings.

And that's why
Cumberland's here.

Mr. Penge.

What does the king or the duke,

whatever he is,
have to do with it?

If the queen should not survive

the travails of childbirth

and if the infant should die,

then the duke of Cumberland

will not just be
king of Hanover,

but of Great
Britain and Ireland.

Prince Albert will be

on the next packet
back to Coburg,

and we can all start
looking for new positions.

That's enough, Mr. Penge!

The queen is a
young, healthy woman.

Princess Charlotte was
a healthy young woman,

and look what happened to her.

Nasty, dangerous business.

Penge is right, you know.

We should all be thinking
about our future, just in case.

Yes?

Thank you.

"Do nothing

until you receive
instructions from Hanover."

How is the queen, sir?

Restless.

I believe she will be happy

when the child is born.

She does not like to wait.

The king of Hanover
has returned.

Really?

You know, I have not
yet had the pleasure

of meeting the king.

He did not attend the wedding.

Too busy overturning
the constitution in Hanover.

He's set it up as
his own fiefdom.

But now he comes here

to await the
queen's confinement.

Like a vulture
circling its prey.

A word of warning, sir:

he is next in
line to the throne.

The queen should take care.

Really, I wish people
would wait until afterwards.

I can't help feeling
like all these presents

are tempting providence.

I want this to be over.

I think about Charlotte.

I'm scared.

Don't be scared, meine leibste.

Nothing will happen to you.

No queen pregnant has
ever given birth before.

But there has never been
such a queen as you are.

A queen, a wife,

and soon to be a mother.

You know, no one,

not even Albert,
looks at me anymore.

Just this.

You still see me,
don't you, Lehzen?

I live to serve you, Majesty.

Dear Albert, has my
nephew arrived yet?

Ernest.

You look so serious.

Good thing I'm here.

I've missed you.

Well, then why the long face?

Well, I hope that
is the only reason

you have come back, Ernest.

You mean my little flirtation?

It was merely a distraction

from the very serious
job of cheering you up.

I'm expecting another load
by the next post, baroness.

Are you not going
to open that one?

No need.

I know who it is from:

Captain Childers.

He writes every week.

He professes his undying love

and offers to rescue the queen

from her cruel imprisonment

at the hands of
that German tyrant.

German tyrant, eh?

What a notion.

That will be all, Penge.

I believe this is
yours, duchess.

Indeed it is.

I must have dropped
it somewhere.

I think I should
attend to the queen.

Albert and Victoria
seem less comfortable

with each other
since I was last here.

Well, the first year
is always hard.

Then you get used to one another

and things don't seem
to matter so urgently.

Is that why people
marry these days?

For things not to
matter anymore?

I don't know, sir.

I can only speak from
my own experience.

If you had married a
different kind of man,

one who thought about you
every moment you were apart,

one who saw the way the curls
fell on your neck in his dreams,

then I think your experience
would be different.

Perhaps you are right.

Did you miss me?

I suppose there were
moments when I pondered

the whereabouts
of my handkerchief.

I have decided to
take a turn in the park.

Supposing one of the
horses were to bolt,

think what might
happen to the baby.

Or me, Mama.

Honestly!

I'm quite safe.

I have no intention of
being imprisoned here

as I was at Kensington.

You have no idea

of the sacrifice involved
in being a mother.

I was not one of
those English ladies

who send their children
away to be nursed.

I fed you myself

and watched over
you every minute.

And I am grateful, Mama.

Now, if you will excuse me,

I have things to attend to.

I want you to find me a
wet nurse immediately.

So you will not be following
your mother's example?

She is not a queen
and I am not a cow.

Albert prefers Windsor,
but I like London.

Sutherland would not
stir from the country

if he didn't have
to go to the House.

Maybe marriage makes
men less sociable.

Make way, make way.

I believe a cart has
broken down ahead.

I'll see what I can do

to hasten things.

Gentlemen, dismount!

Make way, make way.

Your Majesty!

Majesty, are you hurt?

I don't think I'm in any
danger from a bunch of flowers.

Your Majesty,

forgive me approaching you
in such an uncouth manner,

but I must speak with you

on a matter of great urgency.

I am Captain Childers, and
I have come to rescue you

from your present situation.

Thank you, Captain Childers,
but my equerry is dealing

with the obstacle ahead.

Your Majesty, perhaps
we should move on.

You misunderstand
me, Your Majesty.

I have come to free you
from your golden cage.

Indeed?

You, sir, pick up this detritus!

I have a house of
elegant proportions

in Paternoster Row

where you can be free
from the German tyrant.

Arrest that man!

Quickly, sir!

Thank you, Captain Childers,

but that won't be necessary.

Your Majesty...

No!

Everything I have is
yours, Your Majesty!

Everything!

Are you all right, ma'am?

I think perhaps

it's time to go home.

Thank God it was
only a man with flowers.

Sir Robert is concerned
there might be trouble

now that your Uncle
Cumberland has returned.

He thinks it may be wise

for you to stay at
home for a while.

So do I.

What might the people say
when they hear their queen

is so frightened of
men throwing violets

that she refuses to
leave the Palace?

Victoria, please.

The most important
thing right now

is for you and I to
have a healthy child.

That is what this country needs.

Do you ever imagine
what I might need?

Am I simply a
vessel to be protected

because I am carrying
precious cargo?

Is that what you
think of me, Albert,

You and your dear Sir Robert?

His Royal Highness
the King of Hanover.

Your Majesty.

Allow me to congratulate
you in person on your marriage.

I trust you received
our present.

Indeed.

So thoughtful of you.

A palace this size

can never have
too many teaspoons.

It is so very nice

to be back in England

and know that one
has not been forgotten.

You know, on the way
here, I was actually cheered.

Well, London mobs
are so easily procured.

I understand that you

have become acquainted

with Sir Robert Peel.

He is a man

of great ability.

How very wise of you
to befriend the man

who must be the
next prime minister

and a necessary ally

in the unfortunate event
of you becoming regent.

The country will not take kindly
to being ruled by a German.

Since you are tactless enough

to allude to such an
event in front of the queen,

perhaps I should mention
that Parliament were unanimous

in supporting Albert as regent.

They could have
voted for you, of course,

but for some
reason, they did not.

Goodbye, Uncle.

Goodbye, Victoria.

And I do hope
you will take care.

What do you mean?

These daily drives of yours.

London seems so volatile to me.

And it would be unfortunate

if violets were to be replaced
with something harder.

Do you know what
I have here, Nancy?

Sh!

A letter from the
secretary of White's club

offering to set me up in
my own establishment.

Are you going to accept?

That depends.

On what?

I don't want to do it alone.

I must go.

It's not just the
size, baroness.

Lift your arm.

You have to look
for the shape also.

Filling the palace
with this female rabble

and their infants
at a time like this!

Have you lost your
mind, Mrs. Jenkins?

Mrs. Jenkins is acting
under my instructions, Penge.

Then I must ask the
baroness the same question.

The queen has asked
me to find a wet nurse.

So you have invited

a selection of some of the most
disreputable women in London

into the palace?

Have you got no regard
for the queen's safety?

Who are you
calling disreputable?

I see wet nurses here,
Penge, not would-be assassins.

I have watched over
the queen every day

for the last 15 years!

Do you really imagine
I would do anything

that would put
her in harm's way?

By the way, baroness,

the prince would
like to speak with you.

Really?

And he sent you to find me?

I believe it is a matter
of some urgency.

Captain Childers has
been writing to the queen

for years.

You did not find it necessary

to inform me of this
correspondence?

The queen knew about it.

She considered him
harmless enough.

His only weapon was
a bunch of violets, sir.

In the future, Lehzen,

I would like to receive all of
the queen's correspondence.

Is that the queen's wish?

It's quite cold today, ma'am.

You sure you'll be warm enough

without your pelisse?

Oh, but I'm so hot all the time.

I had no idea I would
be so uncomfortable.

I have a friend, ma'am,

who felt the same
as you at this stage,

but when she held
that baby in her arms,

she said all the unpleasantness,
it was like it never happened.

She had no regrets, your friend?

She worships that child, ma'am.

What are you doing?

Well, it is 3:00 and I
have my bonnet on.

I rather think I'm
going for a drive.

It's my duty

to show myself to my people.

But where?

It's too dangerous.

I was in more danger

when Uncle Cumberland was here.

Thank you, baroness,

but I have decided to be
my wife's companion today.

I am so glad.

This does not mean I approve.

Did he make these?

Mm-hmm.

Well, he knows what he's about.

He's been offered
his own establishment.

He wants me to
go with him, Eliza.

And you told him
that a queen's dresser

with her own money coming in

doesn't give it up to
follow a pastry cook.

Look at me.

Look at my situation.

This is where you end up

if you believe in
a man's promise.

But he cares for me.

I know he does.

I'm sure he does now,

but why would you put
your trust in him or any man?

If I went with him,

I would still care for you both.

You won't be able
to care for anyone

if he abandons you

with a bun in the oven.

He would never do that.

You have your freedom, Nancy.

Don't give it up for a man.

Do you like it?

It's rather sad.

I wrote it when I
was back in Coburg,

but I am much happier now.

I think perhaps you should
have stayed in Coburg.

But we have nothing
to fear from, what,

"a harmless flirtation"?

Is that not what you called it?

Is that what you think?

No, I don't think anymore.

I just feel.

I don't have that luxury.

Not even for a few hours?

The duchess and King Leopold

are coming back from their walk.

You see, you
needn't have worried.

Look how happy
people are to see us.

Move!

Are you hurt, my love?

♪♪

You are safe.

You're safe.

The pulse is a little weak.

You must rest, ma'am.

My poor child.

You are so brave always,

but I think you
should also be careful.

Now you understand
why Sir John and I

kept you safe at Kensington.

I always knew that your
wicked Uncle Cumberland

would try to kill you one day.

He murdered his valet
before you were born.

Nothing was proved,
but I remember

no one had trouble
believing he was guilty.

Do you really think
Uncle Cumberland

would try and shoot me

in broad daylight? Not him,

but one of his creatures.

I'm afraid, Victoria,

that the world is more
dangerous than you think.

His name is Edward
Oxford, Your Royal Highness.

19 years of age,

working until recently

at the Hog in the Pound
tavern near Oxford Street.

A search of his lodgings

has revealed that he's a member

of the Young England society.

Young England?

Are they Chartists?

Our informant says not.

The society appears

to have connections
to the continent.

We found a letter

telling Oxford to await
instructions from Hanover.

Hanover?

You think that Oxford
is my uncle's creature?

I know he feels he must be king,

but to do such a thing...

He may not have given
the order himself, but...

I believe it is possible that
this Young England society

has been plotting to kill you.

Oxford will pay the
penalty for treason.

Yes!

Yes.

He might have killed you,

and then my life
would have been over.

Portland.

Sir Robert.

Your Majesty.

Did you see just now?

The duke of Portland
gave me the cut direct.

If I were a younger
man, I would call him out.

I cannot say that
I blame him, sir.

Surely you cannot believe

that a senior member
of the British royal family

would contemplate regicide?

And that I would
choose as my instrument

a half-witted pot boy
from south of the river?

It is an unfortunate
coincidence then

that you should be here
at the time of the attack.

Of course I am here.

I am the heir presumptive,

and childbirth is a
perilous business.

Her majesty has the advantage

of the best doctors
in the country, sir.

Set your mind at rest.

This letter
mentions instructions

to come from Hanover.

Would those instructions be

from a royal
personage, Mr. Oxford?

Someone who would
inherit the throne

if you succeeded in
assassinating the queen?

I am not at liberty to say.

You do realize, Mr. Oxford,
we can charge you with treason.

And if found guilty,
you will be hung,

drawn, and quartered.

It doesn't matter
what happens to me.

Young England will make
sure that my name lives on.

I just want it to be over.

Anything?

No, sir.

I saw him fire at me.

It appears, Your Royal Highness,

that Oxford's guns
were not loaded.

Not much of an assassin.

There is another thing, sir.

The Young England society...

Have you found the men?

In a manner of speaking, sir.

A copy of Mr. Midshipman Easy

by Captain Marryat was
found in Oxford's lodgings.

I made a list of the
dramatis personae.

If you put them alongside the
members of Young England...

But what about the
instructions from Hanover?

I believe Oxford was
writing to himself, Sir Robert.

I see.

Even so, he's guilty!

No?

So, have you done this before?

Well, yes.

Oh, yes, of course.

Well, if Mrs. Jenkins
vouches for you...

She's from Newport, baroness.

Do you know when I'll
be needed, your ladyship?

I have to make
arrangements to look after him.

I understand that the
queen's confinement

could be quite soon.

Any day now, by my calculations.

Thank you.

If only I could take her place.

The queen is so
fragile, so delicate.

If anything should happen...

I think the queen
is a lot stronger

than you think, ma'am.

A note, Your Royal Highness.

Albert, what? What is it?

What's happened?

It's from Sir Robert.

He's at the Oxford trial.

He is concerned
Oxford will be acquitted

on the grounds of insanity.

12 good men and true.

So gullible, so inefficient.

I think that in Belgium, we
arrange these things better.

Do the British people
have no concern

for their queen's safety?

Drina?

Victoria?

If Oxford goes free,
then I become a prisoner.

How can I continue if
there is no punishment

for a man who tries to kill me?

And there will be no
freedom for our child either,

forced to grow up in the
shadows, just as I was.

I will keep you safe, I promise.

I know, Albert.

But I want to be free.

There you are.

Have you thought
about my offer, Nancy?

I have thought about it, yes.

But my answer is no.

I have everything I need here:

money, position.

If I play my cards right, I
might be Mrs. Skerrett one day

with an assistant of my own.

I would call you Mrs.
Francatelli tomorrow.

Look what you've made me do!

I suppose you think I
should be grateful to you

for making me an offer

despite knowing
where I come from.

I don't care about that.

I want you by my
side because you...

you are smart enough to
make your way anywhere.

Smart enough to know
that what I have at the palace

is better than anything
you could offer me.

Then I am sorry to
have bothered you,

Miss Skerrett.

I believe the would-be
assassin to be completely insane.

That at least means
the extraordinary rumors

concerning my involvement
have been laid to rest.

"Instructions from Hanover"

indeed!

Preposterous.

And yet everyone believed them.

I hope Oxford is not released
for your sake, Victoria.

That is why I abolished
the constitution in Hanover.

In my kingdom, there is
no bleating about liberty

while regicides go unpunished.

If Oxford had
taken a shot at me,

he would be strung up by
now, bullets or no bullets.

And you think that's
what I should do?

Well, you're hardly
in a position to do so.

You know, Uncle...

There have been times

when I have doubted
my own judgment,

but there is one thing of
which I am quite certain.

That however many
mistakes I have made,

or perhaps I'm yet to make,

I know I am a better monarch
than you could ever be.

I spoke with Lehzen earlier.

How is the baroness?

Distressed.

She's no longer handling
my unofficial correspondence.

I don't remember
giving that order.

The baroness is not competent.

She does not realize
how vulnerable you are.

Surely that is for me to decide.

I'm not a little girl.

No.

You're going to be a mother.

Sir Robert Peel.

Oxford is to be
detained at Bedlam

at Your Majesty's pleasure.

The man tried to kill us.

There is no evidence
that the guns were loaded.

And it is clear

from the testimony
of the doctors

that Oxford is
not of sound mind.

There is some suggestion that
he carries an hereditary taint.

How can we feel
safe if an English jury

will not convict a man who
fired at his queen in plain sight?

When I took the coronation oath,

I swore to uphold the laws
of this nation under God.

If an English jury

believes this man
is not of sound mind,

then we must accept that verdict

whatever our own feelings.

And furthermore,

to show how much we
believe in English justice,

we will go for a
drive this afternoon.

This is madness.

And what do you
think, Sir Robert?

Am I of unsound mind?

On the contrary, ma'am.

I think I have never
heard a monarch

say a wiser thing.

A very nice job.

Tell me, Mr. Brodie,

are you to be trusted?

The better part of
valor is discretion,

Your Serene Highness.

I have a letter that I
would like you to deliver

to the duchess of Sutherland.

Did you hear those cheers?

They were even louder
than at my coronation.

I know this matters to
you Victoria, so I am glad.

But doesn't it matter
to you, my love?

Don't you care
what people think?

Of course.

But more than anything,

I care about you and the baby.

I have allowed that
to cloud my judgment.

You know what it takes

to be a monarch.

You are my queen.

♪♪

Thank you for letting me come.

It's madness,

but I couldn't find
the words to refuse.

Will you do what I ask?

May I?

I wish I could make you happy.

We have this moment.

We are together,
that is all that matters.

This moment, yes.

I never thought I
could understand.

Neither did I.

And I have been looking
for it my whole life.

The favor I asked
for in my note...

Will you give it to me?

I'm glad to see you
have an appetite,

Victoria.

You must be strong
for what lies ahead.

Charlotte used
to like sweets too,

but her doctors would
not let her eat them.

It made her so unhappy.

I wish so much now
that I had given her

all the marron glace
that she wanted.

You and Albert, you
remind me so much of...

Much...

I have changed my religion,
as you know, but for you,

I pray in every denomination.

Thank you.

How is our child?

A little wrigglepants tonight.

I shan't be long.

Ernest.

I must speak with
you about something.

From the look on your face,

I suspect you are
about to reprimand me.

You were seen, Ernest,

coming out of her room.

You promised me

you would not
continue with this.

That this is folly.

Folly?

Oh yes, I suppose that
is what it must look like

to the Queen of
England's husband.

You were in her room.

Do you remember,

in our room in Rosenau,

how you used to climb
to the top of the cupboard

and throw yourself off?

You were so scared,

and yet I was always
there to catch you.

You trusted me.

Ernest, how can I?

Yes.

I went to Harriet's
room last night.

And if I were the man
that you think I am,

I could have taken everything.

But I chose not to
out of a love for her,

and I suppose a
love for you too.

I want her

so much.

But all I took in
her room was this:

a lock of her hair.

Nothing more.

Albert?

Albert.

Albert!

Yes?

It's starting.

I'm scared.

There's nothing to be scared of.

It's started.

It won't be long now.

Albert!

What are all those
men doing there?

Apparently it is the custom.

In case there is a substitution.

Tell them all to go away!

Everybody, please, out!

Out.

Mama!

Mama!

Mama!

Breathe, breathe...

Albert!

Albert...

Be strong.

Good morning.

Gentlemen.

Morning, gentlemen.

The queen's
correspondence, baroness.

Thank you, Penge.

Oh!

I'm sorry.

I'm so proud of you, my darling.

And I'm glad I still have you.

Did you really think I would
let Cumberland be king?

Do you mind that she's a girl?

We'll have a boy next time.

I think she's perfection.

We should call her Victoria.

After a great queen.

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Gloriana, hallelujah ♪

♪ Hallelujah. ♪