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SPEAKER: Order, order!

In the matter of Lajos Kossuth of Hungary‘

Who is this tormentor of the Austrian monarchy?

This exile now seeking asylum in Britain?

Mr. Speaker, Kossutn is seen here

as a hero of the common people,

a cat set amongst the fluttering pigeons

of the royal families of Europe.

(members clamoring)

SPEAKER: Order.

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Herr Kossuth,

I am the foreign secretary of Great Britain,

and you are most welcome, friend.

PALMERSTON: Alas, these pigeons,

they fear the conversation.

They are all a-commotion.

(clamoring)

Some of them

have even fled their nests.

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We seem to be managing all right without them,

(clamoring)

(applauding)

And... engage!

(Bertie and Vicky grunting)

Hi-yah!

(shouting, laughing)

No mercy, princess.

(Bertie shouting)

(drum beating weakly)

I know it's the Peninsular War,

but. . I'm unclear which battle.

Fuentes de Onoro.

Bertie is the duke of Wellington.

Naturally.

As well as the physical exercise, you see,

there is also a dramatic representation

of military conquest.

So his historical knowledge is expanded.

VICKY: The English will never take us.

Vii/e Napoleon!

I wish there were a part for me.

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(cheers and applause)

FRANCATELLl: Well played, sir.

(playing drum slowly)

(Francatelli grunting)

Your Majesty.

Well fought, sir. Well played.

(applause continues sporadically)

Kossuth was received "rapiurously."

(exhales)

Palmerston addressed him as "friend."

Palmerston is a blackguard, and he must be disciplined.

Asimpler task were I not 100 miles from Parliament.

We should demonstrate solidarity with our royal counterparts,

not offer sanctuary

to those who seek to annihilate us.

Perhaps I shall write to the emperor

and explain the decision to admit him was not yours.

It wasn't.

Because I wasn't there.

(birds squawking)

(sighing): Yes, of course, write a letter.

How else can we participate in government

except by writing letters?

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Be gracious in Victory.

(whimpering)

God's bloody trousers.

i did not enter royal service

to go traipsing around a garden clattering a drum.

Like this.

EMMA: liear the queen will be very wounded

by Lord Palmerston's remarks.

The man is a scoundrel.

lncorrigible.

(teacup clatters)

I wonder how long we shall remain here.

Your Serene Highness must long for the comforts of home.

My only home, for now, is with my sister;

and if she chooses to live on an island,

so be it.

Though I do wish my bedroom had a view of the sea.

My room looks onto the sea.

Shall we exchange?

How kind you are.

But surely,

you shall be returning home soon?

Your husband must be pining for you.

Do you know what that man has done?

He's sent our son away to boarding school.

The child is six.

(sighs): It is better that I am here.

Bertie answers to nothing, nothing!

How am I supposed to teach a boy

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Oh, but your concern is the report

of your spy in London-- he speaks of what?

Oh, crowds cheering Palmerston, no doubt.

Albert, this is not from London.

It‘s from Francatelli.

The cook.

He's reSigned.

ALBERT: Then he shall be replaced.

Victoria, really,

this is such a, a trivial domestic matter.

Drina, it you will permit,

when we return to London...

Did you know anything about this, Skerrett?

(quietly): No, ma'am.

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Would you mind?

ALBERT: Unleashing your vitriol on Skerrett

is not going to make the situation better.

VICTORIA: Vitriol?

(Victoria and Albert arguing)

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ldidn't believe you really would.

Well, Mrs. Francatelli,

Idid.

And did the world end?

More or less.

They've been at each others throats for weeks.

(chuckles)

Problem is, she's queen of England,

but he's king of the Isle of Wight.

(both chuckling)

Your turn, my honey.

Do it.

You don't have to say it to her face.

You can write it, like I did.

No.

No, l.,. I have to say it.

The natural ebb and flow of the staff, Victoria,

is something you must not allow yourself

to be distracted by.,. Must?

Must? ...while we are here.

It is not what matters.

Here, what matters is the children.

Here, they can be occupied.

It is what corrupts the aristocracy,

to have no occupation.

Bertie, for example;

I want Bertie to be able to make things,

to, to repairthem when they are broken,

to, to grow the wheat,

make the flour, bake the bread.

But most of all, I want him to... read.

He does not read.

If our children are going to be of value,

it is their duty to be the best.

Our duty to make them so.

I designed this house to be a place

where our children can become superb.

Palmerston has invited Kossuth

to dine with him in his London club.

Albert, that is an insubordination I cannot ignore.

He's lied through his teeth about the Chartists.

And then he.,. swaggers about,

openly calling me a coward.

Albert, I must return

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No, Victoria.

Well, then, London must come to me.

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(clamoring)

Without your train, Henry,

if that's possible.

Gentlemen,

the prime minister and l have some private business.

Thank you.

(paper rustling)

We haven't time.

It is not a suggestion.

It's a royal command.

Oh, well.

We couldn't possible refuse one of those, could we?

(squawking)

J'J‘

BERTIE: Can we explore the cave, Papa?

Lead on.

VICKY: Papa, look!

(sighs): Well, we must make the most

of what the prince calls, "the amenities."

However unamenable they might seem.

SKERRETT: You'll be all right, Your Majesty.

Do you suppose it's possible, actually,

to breathe under the water?

I really don't know, ma'am.

Fish do it.

Hmm.

(quietly): Right.

(birds chirping, breathing tentatively)

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(panting)

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Your Majesty!

(shrieking)

Your Majesty.

(panting, groaning)

(groaning)

Drina.

(breathing heavily)

Well, Ithlnk we have established

the queen of England is...

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We came at once, as the situation is clearly urgent.

How may we be of assistance to Your Majesty?

(birds chirping)

This room is very...

...cozy.

I designed it myself.

Yes, I can see that.

VICTORIA: Lord John,

concerning this Kossuth.

It is paramount

we do not antagonize the Austrian monarchy.

I am addressing my prime minister.

Kossuth's reception into Britain

makes my country look duplicitous and weak.

With respect, ma'am...

There is no respect in what you have to say,

Lord Palmerston.

Saying ”with respect" does not put it there.

These are matters of foreign diplomacy, ma'am.

I am your foreign secretary.

And we shall come to that.

I understand a member of your cabinet has invited Kossuth

to dine with him-- is that correct?

PALMERSTON: May... May I speak?

If there is time

in your busy schedule of dinners

with regiCidal anarchists.

Lajos Kossuth is not a regicide,

and he's not an anarchist.

He's beheld his people being taxed to death

by a rapaCious tyrant.

As my minister of state,

you will undertake to do three things.

One: you will retract your invitation

to dine With Kossuth.

Two: you will see him cleanly

off the premises of my country.

Three: you will write to the crowned heads of Europe,

assuring them of my government's allegiance.

Is there anything on that list you do not understand?

Your Majesty is pellucidly clear.

Then why do you grin at me?

I cannot help the disposition of my face, ma'am.

Or is that thing number four?

ALBERT: Please forgive me for being so bold,

but am I right

in assuming you share my opinion of Palmerston?

That the man is a preening buffoon?

(chuckling): Palmerston is morbidly incapable of not preening,

but he is no buffoon.

I'd sooner he were Iolling

in my cabinet, causing irritation

than ranked on the opposite bench,

whipping up the mob against me.

Hmm.

I trust you shall stay for a day or two?

I sensed the queen wished us gone.

Oh, well, you have traveled such a long way.

It would be discourteous not to invite you.

Ah.

Here.

It's best to eat just the top.

Oh, Russell, good heavens.

You must cook them first.

(chuckles softly, footsteps retreating)

ALBERT. Ah, good day.

Papa.

My, my.

Good.

Russell, it is, um, safe to eat this.

(footsteps retreating)

ALBERT: Bertie.

Bertie!

(squawking)

I'd, um,.. (clears throat)

I'd like to exchange rooms with Princess Feodora.

She wishes for a view of the sea.

Will you arrange it?

Of course, Your Grace.

Though, uh...

The sea's a fine thing to look upon.

It makes no difference what I look upon

if it isn't my little boy.

I'm so sorry you have to be parted from him.

It must, uh...

Forgive me, I...

(clears throat)

(bell tolling in distance)

Prime minister and the foreign secretary are here, Your Grace.

Lord Palmerston has come?

Joseph, isn't it?

(footsteps retreating)

J'J‘

ALBERT: Naught, multiplied by two.

Two.

No, naught has no value.

Try to imagine the, the two and the naught on the page.

20.

VICTORIA: Albert.

Can it be true you've invited..?

This boy's refusal to learn is preposterous.

He can hearyou, you know.

All right.

Let's leave arithmetic behind,

turn our attention to French.

I shall set a test.

Thank you.

This way.

(talking in background)

(woman laughing)

(footsteps approaching)

(clears throat softly)

(bottle taps glass)

(wine pouring)

Forgive me, Your Grace,

there is something come adrift.

Uh...

(jewelry rattling)

(utensils clattering, talking softly in background)

(clears throat softly)

Where's your husband, Duchess?

The man to whom you are married?

He's in London.

Excellent.

It is shocking that you find it excellent

that my husband isn't here.

Shocking.

Excesswely shocking.

But also excellent.

J'J‘

Henry.

How is Lady Palmerston?

As ever.

In charge, full of plans.

It‘s kind of you to ask.

(clears throat)

Lord Palmerston. Ma'am.

Will you make up ourtable?

Ma'am.

Now that l have you within range, sir,

I want to know: why did you suppose

that I would not be offended

to hear myself dismissed... as a pigeon?

I did not suppose it, ma'am.

In truth, I...

didn't expect you to hear my analogy

from... such a distance.

Whenever statesmen plead "in truth,”

I cannot help but doubt their word.

I can assure you I wasn't pleading.

l merely sought to engage the attention of the House.

You were playing to the gallery.

Something we all relish, ma'am.

PAGET: I read in the newspaper, ma'am.

the German states are now considered

as safe.

I thought it might be something

that would be of particular interest

to... Her Serene Highness.

Oh, that's wonderful news.

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We must make arrangements accordingly.

(weakly): Drina,

might I have your permission to withdraw?

lowing) I don't understand.

Surely you long to be reunited with your family?

in Langenburg, there is still such...

hatred.

And I am, of course,

a blood relative of a queen.

Were l to return, my life,

(voice breaking): the lives of my children,

they would be in...

great danger.

My own husband tells me so.

Is this your understanding?

I cannot say, ma'am.

But I do have informants in the city

and I will interrogate them closely.

Anything to assist a princess.

ALBERT: And until then,

there is absolutely no question of you going anywhere.

(inhales): You shall remain here,

with us.

(whimpers)

J'J‘

(door opening)

This carpet is very mouvemerite’.

Do you suppose the prince designed it, as well?

It was considerate of you to offer to assist me,

Thank you.

"Considerate" is one word.

My informers in Langenburg reported back to me

just the other day.

They said, quite categorically, that it's perfectly safe

for you to return home when you wish,

as you well know.

But I am the sister of... Your Serene Highness,

the dissenters have no interest in you.

You simply want to stay in England.

What sort of trick do you play on me?

What sort oftrick do you play on her?

(door opens)

(door closes)

ALBERT: Iknow you do not care

for my house.

I love your house.

I love you,

and the children you have blessed me with, but...

(sighs): The troubles of my country do not simply vanish

because I can no longer see them from my window.

(Louisa gurgling)

What?

I did not speak.

Yet, as you intended, I heard,

You radiate sullen disapproval.

No, it's not disapproval, Victoria.

I'm afraid.

You demonstrated your authority to Palmerston,

you told him what you wanted, he acquiesced.

Whether or not he will actually carry out what you want

when he returns to London... That man's trouble is,

he's in love,

with the people being in love with him.

This is my fear:

That it may also be true of you.

That your heart craves

adulation.

"Craves adulation"?

That's why you find it so hard to be here.

Deprived of it.

(inhales): It is your prerogative

to favor me with your analysis, Albert.

Mine to disregard it.

Now I Wish to sleep.

(sets down bell)

Good night.

(birds chirping)

(floorboards creaking)

(knocking softly)

(knob turning, hinge squeaking)

J'J‘

(inhaling)

(gasps and shrieks)

(panting)

(chirpily): Your Serene Highness, good evening.

Trivial misunderstanding.

Oh, I think it’s very clear what has happened here.

(exhales)

(hinge squeaking, door closes)

(birds chirping)

J'J‘

(birds squawking)

(shouts)

(shouts)

J'J‘

(singing softly)

Mr. Penge.

What's that in your wig, boy?

(sand pouring)

Sand.

See that.

There is much, much less than that

between you working here

and you being out on your thick ear

without a reference.

(blows)

(clicks heels)

BERTIE: ”Lo!

(tentatively): "We shall not...

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"Yield," I think.

Try again.

We shall remain here until you master it.

It looks like "shield."

VICKY: How can one letter

look like two?

"We shall not shield"?

It's stupid.

Concentrate-- again.

BERTIE: It's not fair.

The letters won't stay still.

They're all... swimming.

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That is not the behavior of a future king.

BERTIE. Why can't we do digging?

Well, there is a time for spades

and a time for books, no?

Try again.

BERTIE: "L0!

We shall not..."

(footsteps approaching)

J'J‘

Lest we forget we are on an island.

You're an aficionado of the decorative arts?

I collect the decorative.

It's my only vice, and secret,

Hm.

There are no secrets from God, Lord Palmerston.

He registers our every misdeed.

Makes us pay for them.

I wonder what will be the price of mine.

I really don't want to go back to Langenburg.

Do make sure I don't.

That would be the wise thing.

The queen and her husband detest you.

How that antipathy would swell

if they learned about last night.

J'J‘

Don't sulk.

It doesn't suit you.

J'J‘

VICTORIA: Are we allowed to discuss our son

without you losing your temper?

Bertie has the perfect situation here

in which to learn.

You use that as a pretext to keep us here.

I see.

And do you use Kossuth as a pretext for us to leave?

What I endeavor to achieve with Bertie

is an investment in the future.

We, we cannot mindlessly exist in the present.

But is it mindless to consider the respect of my subjects

a thing worth having?

Does it actually matter whether the poor boy

can or cannot conjugate his verbs

if he might not have a throne to inherit?

How dare you construe that as vanity.

The throne, Victoria, is secure.

Yes, but currently unoccupied.

(wind blowing, leaves rustling)

(birds squawking)

I sought your dismissal, you know.

Lord John adVised against it.

Hm.

Now make your case about Kossuth.

It is desirable...

for the world to see

that Britain is not afraid of him.

So, let him have his say.

And when he has delighted us enough,

let us send him on to somebody else.

The sands will close over the imprint of his visit,

whereas Your Majesty will be rightly celebrated

for her tolerance and willingness

to let her subjects have their free debate.

You are the only constitutional monarch in Europe.

And your understanding of that is clear for all to see,

It's no bad thing to keep the people on your side.

Perplexing to hear you style yourself my admirer.

Not yours, ma'am.

Britain's.

Perhaps, after all, you and I do think alike.

(quietly): Just a little.

J'J‘

In any one day,

you are allowed

precisely 20 minutes of liberty.

I think we just made pretty good use of it. The rest of the time,

she rings that bell, day or night...

Mothering Sunday I get the whole day off.

...you go running.

If that bell had rung just now,

you'd have upped and gone, even then, wouldn't you?

(sighs)

My love...

Now is the perfect moment.

She’s got a new child, she's got...

But she knew what I was.

What I'd done.

And she waved it all away.

She gave me a new life.

It's me offering you a new life now.

J'J‘

(footsteps approaching)

Sophie Monmouth is out of bounds.

Not to be used for the amorous complications

you have in mind.

I ask this in remembrance of our own complications.

She cries out for something we both know

you Will never give her.

It would be cruel, Henry.

J'J‘

I Withdraw my artillery.

J'J‘

J'J‘

(bell tolling in distance)

It's truly the most outstandingly vulgar building

I've ever seen in my life.

(chuckles)

It is incongruous.

Awant of congruity

is the least of its sins.

(chuckles)

And What of your sins, my lord?

What an alarming question.

Alas, I cannot stay to ventilate the matter with you further.

I have affairs of state.

Shall I see you later?

For what purpose, Duchess?

For the purpose

of consolidating our acquaintance.

Our acquaintance is sufficiently consolidated.

Don't you think?

Listen.

All I can offer you is pleasure and distraction,

and you may think that's What you need,

but it isn't.

What you need, lam not at liberty to give you.

I'm so sorry.

J'J‘

Get out of the way!

(weeping)

(sniffles)

(chuckling): Silly tears.

(exhales)

Why must I look to seek comfort

where it cannot possibly be found?

Oh, please say something.

(sighs): Your Grace, |...

Listen.

Can you hear the waves folding over on the beach?

(waves crashing in distance)

It frightens me a little-- the sea.

It makes me feel alive.

(chuckles softly)

ALBERT: Victoria.

The new Austrian emperor has dispatched ambassadors

to every European country except ours.

Mine. Well, clearly he finds us a liability--

Leopold told me as much.

Kossuth must be evicted.

I have changed my mind.

l have agreed that he should be honored With a dinner.

At which Palmerston should preside.

Two of a kind.

He's told you that your people Will love you for this,

and you wrap his words around you like a...

...cloak

Skerrett...

Oh, I do apologize, Your Majesty.

(chuckles softly)

Are you quite well?

What's the matter? Tell me,

Have you broken something?

Come on, you know I shan‘t be angry.

I desire to leave your service, ma'am.

For the sake of my marriage.

Marriage.

To Mr. Francatelli.

I had no Wish to keep it secret from you, ma'am, ljust...

I just couldn't...

It is time...

for me to go.

J'J‘

(crying): I'm so sorry.

J'J‘

J'J‘

ALBERT: Hm.

(clears throat)

In what respect does une vache translate as "a hammer"?

How would one milk a hammer?

I don't bloody know!

(utensils clatter)

ALBERT: Right.

Go to your room-- I shall follow.

Please don't. Please do not interfere.

Please don't bully my child.

Victoria, I have never bullied our child, and I never shall,

but it must be made clear to the boy. It's perfectly clear

how little you value his attempts to please you.

Clear to us all.

Victoria, by God, you're being inappropriate.

If you find me inappropriate, Albert,

either remark upon it privately,

or if you insist

on drawing the matter to the attention of the court,

address me with respect.

If you were deserving of respect, Your Majesty...

...then I should.

J'J‘

(footsteps retreating)

J'J‘

Really.

One quite understands.

The Wine was not good.

May I speak frankly?

I agree With you.

Oh, how I Wish we could return to London so we could breathe.

My dear, the Peninsular War,

surely it never went on this long.

Albert is a kind man,

but it is observed

that he constricts you.

Observed by Whom?

Who says such a thing?

People of little consequence.

Silly, talkative women.

My only desire is to serve you, Drina,

but if I hear something detrimental to your authority,

I must tell it.

That is all I say.

Now cut off my head.

I know you find me disagreeable.

Feo...

How could you say such a thing?

J'J‘

Of course.

She is upset.

Tobe obliged to withdraw from London

is insupportable.

I see that.

May I... speak frankly?

It seems to me that there is a simple test

whether or not a man has married the right woman.

The man must ask himself: this wife of mine,

does she increase me or diminish me?

Am I more of a man because of her?

Or less?

Marriage to Victoria has undoubtedly increased me.

It continues to increase me.

lam infinitely more a man because of her.

Good.

Then all is well.

This Will blow over.

(chuckles softly)

My sister is a little difficile at present.

That is the strain

of the feminine humors.

Repeated childbirth.

Makes women stupid.

Are you suggesting that Victoria's sanity depends

on she and I having no more...

...children?

No! No.

Of course not!

The disorder of her mind is strictly temporary.

Not at all like her dear grandpapa's.

(sets brush down)

Will that be all, Your Majesty?

Apparently so.

J'J‘

(squawking)

J'J‘

(bells tolling)

What day is it today?

Remind me.

Sunday, Mr. Penge.

Sunday.

And what do we do on a Sunday morning,

wherever we happen to be?

We go to church, you bloody heathen!

Yes, Mr. Penge.

"Yes, Mr. Penge."

You're not in Chatsworth, now. Sir...

And don't speak while I'm shouting at you!

Where were you?

Bathing, Mr. Penge.

Bathing.

In the sea.

(Penge sniffing)

(sniffing)

Do you smell that?

That's your goose.

Well and truly cooked.

(birds chirping outside)

EMMA: To whom do you write so assiduously, Duchess?

My son.

I trust they will allow him letters at this wretched school.

Last night... at the table...

I think it would be good for all of us

if we were to return to London.

Relations between the inmates of a country house party

can very soon become...

(quietly): ...eccentric.

Where is, um... I don't know his name.

The large fellow?

Joseph, Your Grace.

He has been dismissed.

Whatever for?

Skipping church, ma'am.

J'J‘

(sighs)

(sighs).

J'J‘

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No, no, no, no, no.

Alittle...

A little bigger than a V.

W!

W is... correct.

So you are leaving?

We are, sir.

Enjoy your dinner with Kossuth.

I shall do my best, sir.

It is the queen's command that I should.

J'J‘

You weren't going without saying goodbye?

Taking French leave.

Good heavens, no, ma'am.

But interestingly, the French call it

partir comme un anglais.

"To leave like an Englishman."

Your time in office has taught you something.

Indeed, ma'am.

It has also taught me

that when the queen tells me to do a thing,

she probably has a good reason for it.

Did you doubt it?

Idid, ma'am.

As you doubted me.

I shall see you in London, Lord Palmerston.

I hope so, ma'am.

And before too long.

J'J‘

(door opens)

(door closes)

So, the unwelcome guests have departed.

Albert...

Afresh start.

I'm going back to London.

You can remain here, if you wish.

J'J‘

FRANCATELLl: Yes, yes, perfect.

Thank you very much-- that can go...

J'J‘

I'm looking for the steward.

Mr. Penge.

(footsteps approaching)

Can I help you, Your Grace?

The man Joseph-- is that his name?

I gather you have dismissed him.

Indeed, Your Grace, he failed...

He was performing a service for me.

Ari errand, a trivial thing.

But you see, I am to blame.

Not the... the man.

What is his name again?

Joseph, Your Grace.

So it strikes one as unjust

that this Joseph should be punished.

Yes, Your Grace.

Good.

Well, that's that.

J'J‘

Well, well, well.

J'J‘

(places bag down)

J'J‘

J'J‘

J'J‘

(people talking in background)

(glass clinking)

(talking stops)

Gentlemen.

And guests.

We are privileged to Welcome

Herr Kossuth of Hungary to address us

on the character of democracy.

Sir.

Foreign Secretary, thank you.

In the course of an eventful life,

I have learned

that not all democracies are equally democratic.

(murmuring)

Though still I have...

(murmuring gets louder)

...the noble pride of my principles,

and though I have the inspiration of a just cause...

(crowd cheering and applauding)

The people await their queen.

As she awaits to be adored.

(cheering and applause continue)

J'J‘

(crowd cheers loudly)

J'J‘

J'J‘

J'J‘

J'J‘

One more week.

You'll miss it when it's gone.

I shall.

That doesn't mean this isn't the right thing to do.

J'J‘

(quietly): What the hell do you think you're doing?

I'm...

I'm comforting my Wife, Mr. Penge.

What are you doing?

J'J‘

(doorknob rattling)

(rattling)

Albert?

(rattling)

Albert, let me in, my darling.

Albert, please.

(doorknob rattling)

J'J‘

J'J‘

(bangs loudly)

J'J‘

J' Hallelujah J'

IGlorianaJ‘

J' Hallelujah J'

IGloriana, hallelujahJ

J' Hallelujah. J'