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(Water lapping upon the shore)

Teddy: (Mimicking trumpet)
Do-do-do-do-da-dah!

(Horses whicker)

Her majesty calls forth,

the candidates for knighthood.

Ilse:
Right mindful of your bravery
in battle, i-

we are compelled to honour
the winner of this joust

with a knighthood.

Let the official competition
commence.

(Hooves clopping in the sand)

(Neighs)

(Neighs)

(Neighs)

Approach and kneel.

Perry:
No, no. Emily, Emily.

Ya gotta leave yer helmet on

because if the queen sees
you're a girl,

you ain't got a hope in hell
of being knighted.

But I, I beat you
fair and square!

Quick,
check the book.

Teddy:
He's right. Page eight.

Even if a girl wins,
she loses.

See. Like it
or lump it, Emily,

them's the rules.

Well, I hate
these rules!

The whole entire world's
stacked against girls.

I'm so sick of it,
I could scream!

Ilse:
Emily, we're just
going by the book.

Teddy:
It's just a game.

Emily:
Maybe it is four you,
but is isn't for me!

Ilse:
Emily, wait up.

(Sobs)

Ilse, I'm sorry.

I tried to be brave,

and not be jealous,

and not begrudge
my friends,

worthy good fortunes.

But I'm bilious green
with envy.

Envy?

You just won
the jousting match,

what're you
talking about?

School in shrewsbury.

School?

I thought
you were excited.

That's just it.

Cousin Isabel says
I might not be going.

We can't afford
the room and board.

They'd never say
that if I was a boy,

they're having
a family meeting

to decide my fate
right this very minute

as we speak.

Ilse, this may be
the most tragic day

of my horrible,
miserable existence!!

(Crying)

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Aunt Laura:
But if she can't stay with you

where could she possibly go?

No,
absolutely not,

I refuse
to discuss it.

I brought up
one child

and that was enough
to last me a lifetime.

Have a heart, aunt Ruth.

She hasn't got one.

Aunt Laura:
You're the only relative
we have in shrewsbury.

If she doesn't finish her two
years there,

she can't go on
to queen's college.

Cousin Jimmy:
Sparrow doesn't take up
much room.

Aunt Ruth:
It's not her size.

It's her mouth.

That child chattering
night and day,

eating me out
of house and home.

But she has to go
to school.

Her father,
was a professor.

Aunt Ruth:
Fine for a man.

Men have to be educated
so they can support women.

She's entitled
to go to school!

Aunt Ruth:
Oh, all this shouting.

My heart,

where's my laudanum?

Oh lord,

my palpitations.

Cousin Isabel:
Oh for heaven sake,

get a hold of yourself,

here give me that.

Look if you cannot take
responsibility for Emily,

then she won't continue
in school, end of story.

No! That's not the end
of the story!

Oh no Isabel,

you mustn't dismiss
Emily's future.

Surely we can find some money.

And where
would we do that?

Have you got
a wee hoard

hidden underneath
your mattress, Laura?

You know I don't.

Well then stop lookin' at me
as if I'd murdered the child.

Actually, Ruth may have done
Emily a favour.

What favour?!

Well, a fat lot of good

a formal education
would have done me,

when I had to come here
and take over new moon

when it was failing.

No, Emily will stay here

and learn to manage the farm.

She's not a farmer!

She wants to be a writer.

Aunt Ruth:
I don't care what she wants!

That child is dark.

As dark as the sea.

A child like that will suck
the life blood from me.

Teddy:
How was I to know?

I just told her
last night

that my mother
was letting me go

to shrewsbury,

now I could kick myself...

Ilse:
Poor Emily.

She's been hiding
a broken heart.

Rhoda:
Oh. I never thought I could
feel sorry for a Murray.

Oh, an' here I am shootin' off
my stupid yap,

because aunt thom
put a few dollars aside

for me to go on in school.

Oh yeah, Perry you get an
education,

but Emily, no, no,
you're stuck at home...

Ilse:
Well, my father's been telling
me for years

that I'd be going
to shrewsbury,

but I never thought the
Murrays wouldn't let Emily.

Well...

We night all be worrying
over nothing.

Ruth dutton ain't exactly
the queen of england,

she can't rule Emily's life.

Jenny:
My mother says the queen
is visiting Ottawa

and she looks exactly
like a toad.

Ages old and four wobbly
chins.

Ilse:
Just butt out, Jenny strang.

We're not talking
about the queen.

Jenny: (Sing-song)
High and mighty Murray

can't go to shrewsbury,

send her to the poor house

nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah!

Emily:
I'll get you!

Jenny:
Shimmy, shimmy, shimmy,
dumb like Jimmy!

(Jenny yelps)

Emily:
You leave Jimmy out of this!

(Laughing and screaming)

Emily, ilse:
Get off, of me! My hair!

(Door squeaks shut)

(Snoring in the parlor)

(Snoring)

(Shatters)

Oh!

Aunt Ruth! I'm sorry.

I didn't mean
to scare you.

Don't touch me,
you dreadful little girl!

Have I ruined my chances?

I so desperately want to go
to school in shrewsbury.

And I know in my heart
of hearts

we'd get along famously.

I'm sure we have
a great deal in common.

Maybe we're even kindred
spirits from a past life,

there are such things,
don't you think it's possible,

even a tiny glimmery
bit possible?

Oh dear god in heaven.

Does that mean
yes or no?

That means no.

But why?

Because I don't like you.

But you don't
even know me.

I know enough to see
that you are filthy

and excitable and
you get on my nerves.

But I'm usually
very clean,

and as for being
excitable,

well, I have
a writer's soul

and I tend to get
carried away with things.

But I'll go wash
my face right now

and I'm sure you'll
think better of me.

Why bother?

You've no complexion

to speak of.

And that inky hair
around your homely face

scares me half to death.

That was unbelievably
rude.

You would never say that
to a grown up.

I'm telling you
your faults

so you can
correct them.

I can't correct
my face,

and I don't criticize
the way you look

and you aren't exactly
an oil painting.

Oh!
D besides,

I may not be pretty,
but it's more important

that I'm intelligent.

Intelligent!?

Intelligent women
are miserable

and dissatisfied
with their lot in life.

I defy you to name me one
who is not.

The queen of england.

She's the most powerful
person in the world.

And she's intelligent.

Nonsense.

What do you know
about the English queen?

I know she couldn't
possibly be as mean

and stingy as you are,
no one could.

You dreadful child!

If the queen
is that generous,

why not ask her
for help?

Maybe I will and I'm sure
she'll be understanding

and generous and kind

which are traits you
couldn't possibly aspire to.

Oh!

If I had the strength

I'd wash your mouth
out with soap.

I'd rather eat soap
for the rest of my days

than live with an old cross
patch like you!

Ohh!

Sparrow?

(Whispered)
Sparrow?

Jimmy,
I hate her!

I'd sooner rot in hell

than spend one minute with
that miserable old buzzard.

Have you tried
bein' nice to her?

You catch more flies
with honey

than with vinegar.

There's not enough honey
in the whole world

to sweeten that sourpuss.

She hates me.
She hates everyone.

She even hates
the queen of england.

Dear your royal majesty,

All the doors of my life have
been shut in my face

and I have no place else
to turn except to you.

Every single one of my friends
are going to school

in shrewsbury next year.

Everyone but me.

Mainly because I'm a girl

and because there's no money
to send me

and because aunt Ruth
won't take me in

because I'm homely
and excitable

and I get on her nerves.

(Wagon rattling)

Imagine if one of your

relatives

said you were too homely
and excitable to be queen.

Why, you would just take them
to the tower

and cut off their heads

and they'd never dare complain
about their nerves.

Don't think I'm asking you
for money.

I'm not.

And don't think I'm finagling
to live with you,

although life in a palace
must be lovely.

All I'm asking is for you
to change the world

so girls like me
have a fighting chance.

I'll trade you that cow
for that,

straight up.

Emily:
I know this is short notice,

but life is passing me by

so please,
I beg on bended knee,

do something quickly.

Yours respectfully,
Emily b. Starr.

P.s.

You have my undying gratitude.

All right.

You can have that.
I'll take her.

Pleasure doin' business.

Thank you.

It'll pick ten times
the potatoes

ten times faster.

So, we'll make ten times
more money for new moon.

Sparrow can go to school and,
well,

I'll get bluebell back and,

well you read all about it
right here,

promissory note.

Oh, you're a dolt!

Mrs. Stuart never kept
a promise in her life.

It says here,

if you don't pay in full by
springtime,

you owe interest.

Interest?

Aye. Interest.

Where's it say that?

You never read the small
print, James Murray.

Right there.

Look, payment in full
by springtime

or you have to give back
the whirligig and,

she keeps your
precious cow to boot.

I had to do something
for sparrow.

She got her dreams.

Agh.
She's a girl.

How far are her dreams ever
goin' to take her?

Emily:
House of parliament,
Ottawa, Ontario.

That's where the queen must be
staying on her Canadian visit.

Aunt Laura:
Oh, Emily!

Writing to the queen.

But you mustn't
get your hopes up.

What on earth do you expect
her to do for you?

Emily:
Just change the world
so girls like me

aren't left out of everything.

Aunt Laura:
But Emily, a queen!

She hasn't the foggiest idea
what it's like

for ordinary people!

But you're wrong,
aunt Laura.

She has suffered.

She's an expert on misery.
Alone for forty years,

ever since her consort
passed away.

Alone for forty years.

That might be my lot in life.

Emily:
But you have a husband.

Aunt Laura:
Oh, but not for long.

When the treasure house closed
for the season,

Ian and his mother went
to Toronto on business

and I stayed in the hotel
for days thinking,

sick with worry.

But I've made my decision.

I'm leaving him.

Your wedding rings!

The minute I took them off
I felt,

so light, as if-

as if a great weight
had been lifted.

How utterly courageous!

But what about
cousin Isabel?

She said
if you ever left him

she wouldn't give you
a penny.

Oh, I, I can't stay
at new moon,

that much I know
is true but,

I am determined
to make my own way.

Somehow, somewhere.

That's if Ian bowles
doesn't come back

and sweep you
off your feet.

You know he'll try

and he always
wins you over.

Not this time.

This time
I'm standing fast.

Put that in your letter
to the queen,

miss Emily byrd starr!

Two weeks she's been here,
and in between naps,

all she does is sleep.

Two extra mouths to feed.

Don't think I don't notice
the time flying by

and me footing the bills.

Oh, please be patient,
Isabel.

I, I just need
a little time to think.

Where to go,
what to do?

What stupidity!

You're what they call
used goods.

Why would any man want you
after you're divorced?

I, I'm not doing this
for a man.

I, I'm doing this
for me.

Nobody in their
right mind

abandons a perfectly
good husband.

Go back to the treasure house
where ya belong.

No, no. I can't
do that, Isabel.

Please try and understand.

I, I'm feeling a little
under the weather.

I think it's my nerves.

Oh, of course
you are.

You've probably brought it
on yourself.

Abandoning your wedding vows.

Making a mess of your
marriage.

Stop it.
I won't listen,

and you needn't
worry about my keep.

I'm going to find
work in the city.

Oh, you?
Work in the city?

What will you do,
Laura?

Cut flowers
in a pretty garden?

I, I, I'll find
something to do.

I, I can be a governess
or I, I can cook.

I can sew.

Oh, I can sell hats
in a shop if I have to.

No Murray woman has ever
worked in public

save as a teacher

which is an infinitely
more honourable profession

than selling a hat.

What honour is there

in living with a man just
because he supports you?

Laura, it's the way
it is for women.

It's the way
it always has been.

(Sighs) Look,

deny your destiny

and you're goin' to be
unhappy

for the rest
of your life.

(Exhales slowly)

Will you look at this!?

The queen,
writing to,

Emily byrd starr?!

Is this some kind
of a joke?

Hmm.

I wonder what the queen wants
with Emily?

Rhoda,
get the candle.

We're goin' to have to
melt the seal.

Mother,
don't you dare!

That's against the law.

Law be damned!

Tell me you're not itchin' to
know what's in this letter.

For once in your life,

why don't you mind
your own business.

I'm going to take
this letter

to Emily myself.

Cousin Isabel:
Well come in, come in.

Since when did you start makin
house calls, Mrs. Stuart?

A letter?

Mrs. Stuart:
Well, I just happened to be in
the neighbourhood,

and I said to rhoda here,
I said,

'rhoda, it don't seem fittin'

that the Murrays
should be kept waitin'

for an important letter
like this.'

it's from her majesty.

That would be the queen.

Aunt Ruth:
What queen?

Mrs. Stuart:
Well, the queen.

As in, "god save the queen."

Oh, she answered you?

I knew she would.

Cousin Isabel:
You wrote to the queen?

Well, ain't you
going to, open it?

Rhoda:
Mother,

well now that's Emily's
private business.

Emily:
Thank you, rhoda.

I wish to be alone
with my royal correspondent.

That would be the queen,

as in "god save the queen".

(Laura laughs)

Tea, anyone?

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Do you actually think
her royal hands

touched this royal envelope?

Perry:
Ilse, if you were the queen

would you lick your own
envelopes?

You're right.

She probably doesn't even
wipe her own bum!

Teddy:
I betcha the queen didn't even
see this letter.

She's too stuck-up to read
a letter from a commoner.

Ilse:
She probably has undies
to read her mail.

Perry:
Underlings, ilse.

Emily:
I don't think queen Victoria
is stuck-up in the least.

Open it.

She has a human side.

She's led a tragic life.

She has nine children.

No wonder she doesn't have
a waist line.

That in itself is tragic.

To whom it may concern,

she didn't even put
"dear Emily".

Perry:
Ilse!

Ilse:
I am replying to your letter
on her majesty's behalf.

Teddy:
I told you
she didn't write it.

Ilse:
Blah, blah, blah,

and furthermore her majesty
is unable to fulfill

the many favours requested
by her subjects.

Emily,

she turned you down.

I was grasping at straws.

I was just so desperate
to go to school in shrewsbury.

Teddy:
She didn't even give you
any sympathy.

Ilse:
Not even any advise.

I don't understand it.

If, if the queen won't stand
up for you,

who will?

Let's just go...

Not deep enough.

(Clank)

Ahh, my,
look at that.

Well, now what?

Now that's a problem.

Oh, now that's a problem.

I just can't imagine being
in shrewsbury without Emily.

Ilse:
You? What about me?

If she didn't show me
the answers,

I'd never pass a test.

You cheat
on your tests?

I don't cheat!
I, I peek!

Life without Emily.

This is unfair.

And it's rotten and it stinks
like a dead fish.

We've got to do something.

I swear,
if I was a lawyer,

I would take this

to the highest court
in the country.

She already wrote
to the queen.

You can't get any higher
than royalty.

Perry:
No, no, no more letters.

We, we gotta,

we gotta talk to the queen.

We gotta tell her the whole
sad story ourselves.

You mean go to Ottawa

and try and get
an audience?

We can't do that!

She's got guards with swords

and guns and cannons
and...

And come within
a foot of her,

she'll blast you
straight to kingdom come.

You know,

can't shoot a Cannon
down a phone line.

A telephone?

(Ilse giggles)

What do ya mean
ya want a refund?

It's used!

What am I supposed to do
with it?

Well, that machine
don't work.

You shouldn't sell a machine
that don't work.

Hey, it worked fine
until you broke it.

I never broke it.

It, it, I,
I tried to fix it.

But I can't fix it
and it's no good.

I want my cow.
Where's my cow?

Where's bluebell?

Look, you signed
a promissory note.

Now it's a legal
contract.

Well that promissory note
broke its promise.

You can't cheat
a Murray.

Where's my cow?
You give me my cow.

Look, shh!

Your cow isn't
in the store,

you blockhead.

Oh, don't you
shop here!

Hush up!

This woman'll cheat you!

Shh!

She cheated me!

Alright! You can have
your stupid cow,

but you owe me
ten dollars

for her room
and board.

Ten dollars!

Yeah. And you owe it
to me

because that stupid fat cow
eats like a horse.

Aunt Ruth:
Ah, that was such a refreshing
little nappy.

I'll have some
of that tea Laura dear,

and don't forget
the lemon.

You're looking
awfully pasty these days.

Worse than usual
I'd say.

Oh well, I, I've got
a lot on my mind, aunt Ruth.

Hmm, yes, you do.

Leaving your husband.

If you think you're unhappy
now,

just wait 'til he wakes up
with another woman.

You mean takes up.

Oh, wakes up.
Takes up, Mark my words.

You make your bed,
you lie in it,

if you don't,
somebody else will.

I speak from experience.

You? You mean your timid
little husband?

John dutton
wasn't all that timid.

You're looking
at a woman

who suffered at the hands
of a philandering cad.

Aunt Ruth, you never
told any of us.

Why would I?

And have that self-righteous
Elizabeth Murray

looking down
her nose at me?

At least John
was discreet.

And you stood by him
all those years?

It's what women do.

What other choice
do they have?

Laura,
you're looking as though

you're going to be ill.

Oh, just a,
a little queasy.

Every little thing seems
to affect me these days.

Well,
try a little laudanum.

It's right here
in my reticule.

It'll settle you
right down dear.

No, thank you.

I, I don't take laudanum
any more.

Well, just in case.

Where's my lemon?

(Typewriter keys clacking)

Teddy:
She won't talk to us.

What do we do?

(English accent) Hello.

This is the queen's daughter.

I, I need to speak
to the queen right away.

What do you mean,
which daughter?

Her daughter,
the Princess.

She wants to know my name.

Perry:
Uh, give her the name.

Teddy:
Um, Albert, Alfred, Alice,

uh, Beatrice, Helena,
Leopold,

Victoria, Louise.

Perry:
No, no, look. Just, just,
just pick one.

Teddy:
Do or dead.

Ilse: (English accent)
Uh, this is Alice.

Uh, Princess, no Louise.

I I, need to speak
to my mother right away.

You see,

I'm in the family way.

The father, he,
he's a nothing,

he's a criminal.

The, the father
just got out of prison,

and he's the commonest
kind of commoner

I could find.

If, if my mother,
the, the queen,

doesn't want the baby born on
the wrong side of the blanket,

she'd, she'd better
talk to me right away.

Teddy:
That's even better.

Ilse:
It's the god save the queen!
It's the one.

What do I say?

Perry:
Uh, gi-give me.

Hello, queen,
Mrs. England.

Teddy:
Your majesty!

Yeah um, no, no, no.
Don't, don't hang up,

please. Uh, this,
this,

this is Perry Miller.

Uh, ya might find this
hard to believe,

but one day I,

I'm gonna be prime minister
of Canada

and I'll be handling
affairs of the state.

We'll be talkin' all the time
and what not.

It's just- stop that.

No, no, no, not you,
not you.

Please don't, don't,
don't hang up.

Look, look.

If ya ever had pity for uh,
the have nots,

the has beens,
the haven't got enoughs,

the haven't,
got as much as you haves,

look, we, we got

this friend ya see and uh,

her name's Emily starr.

Emily:
I have this feeling you're
going to find the most perfect

job in the newspaper.

And it'll just be there
waiting for you.

Ohh.

Oh, my knees
are knocking.

Who's going to hire me?

I mean, do you think
I can do it?

Oh, get up every morning
and work all day.

Isabel says I'm too weak,

that I'll never last.

Oh, don't listen
to her.

You did it right here
on the farm.

Up at the crack of dawn,
toiling until dusk.

You never
questioned it then.

Oh,
but in the city,

with, with strangers
telling me what to do.

Coming home to a rooming
house all alone.

I can come
and live with you!

I know!

I'll get my own job

and save up
enough money

to pay my own way
to shrewsbury.

You have to stay here until
I get myself established.

No, no, no.

With luck,
maybe I'll make enough money

to support both of us.

Send you to shrewsbury

and even on to queen's college
when you matriculate.

And I'll make pots
of money

off my writing
and take care of you

in your old age.

Oh, which is approaching
faster than you think!

(Sighs)
Come along.

My stomach
turns over when I,

when I think of Ian
opening my letter.

Can you imagine
his face

when he finds out
I'm looking for work?

Doctor burnley
will be shocked too,

when ilse tells him.

Oh, I was hoping
he'd be here.

Just looking into his eyes
gives me strength.

Ilse says he's working
on a big new discovery

in a Boston hospital.

By the time
you two get married

he'll be rich
and famous.

Oh, Emily,
not so fast.

I, I'm not even
divorced yet.

Divorce.

First it will be tragic
and dramatic.

You'll cry bitter tears.

Then he'll claim
your hand

and you'll live
happily ever after.

Oh Emily,
it's not a fairy tale.

I, I have to learn
to manage on my own.

For the first time in my life
i, I have to believe in myself

and stand on my own two feet.

(Sighs)

Here's one
for a secretary.

Oh, I can't type,

it would take me
forever to learn how.

Mrs. Stuart:
When the mighty fall they sure
hit the ground with a thump.

Mrs. MacDonald:
Can you imagine?

A Murray lookin' for work like
the common folk.

Aunt Laura:
... they never hire women.

Mrs. Strang:
The gay divorcee.

Old Archibald Murray

must be turning
somersaults in his grave.

(Laughing)

How are you supposed
to get experience

if no one will hire you
in the first place?

Wait, the mill!

They hire
lots of girls.

Mrs. MacDonald:
Oh my lord! Have a looky.

If this ain't front page news!

Queen Victoria,
coming to the island!

Queen Victoria will make
an unofficial visit

to prince Edward island.

Undisclosed purpose.

Aunt Laura!

It says so
in black and white!

Sources close
to the queen

say that her majesty
is visiting Blair water,

a small Hamlet
near malpeque bay.

Mrs. Strang:
Oh-oh, what are you goin'
to wear?

Mrs. Strang:
Definitely need a hat!
I need a hat!

Mrs. Stuart:
Oh, I have the perfect hat
for you.

You knew and you didn't
tell me?

Well, how could I?

What if she disappointed
you again?

We didn't want to get you
excited for nothing.

Don't worry.
This time she means it.

She's really coming!

Ilse:
She was really nice
on the telephone.

A bit snooty but nice.

We are not amused Louise.

Perry:
We're great pals, her and me.

She calls me Perry
and I call her, queen.

I can't believe you actually
spoke to her.

Ilse:
When she gets here

she'll make
a royal decree.

(English accent)
Ruth dutton, you old bat,

you are hereby confined
to the tower of London,

to dine on rats
and spiders

until you agree
to take in Emily starr

and let her go to school
in shrewsbury.

(Kids laughing)

It's all settled.

Her queenship's sleeping
over at our place.

She can have
Jenny's bed

and Jenny can sleep
in the summer kitchen.

We'll heat up a brick
for her royal tootsies,

she'll be snug
as a bug in a rug.

You cannot put the queen
in Jenny's bed.

Now that's like trying to cram
ten pounds of potatoes

into a five-pound bag.

Now rhoda's upstairs right now

paintin' the spare room

and that's where
she's gonna sleep.

Besides,

if she wants to do any

shopping,

everything's right here at her
fingertips.

Well,

we can feed her supper
at our place.

I'll fry her up some nice
herring and potatoes.

You can't feed the queen
herring and potatoes,

herring,

you fathead.

Oh, oh, I'll give her some
baked COD and turnip.

You know I'll bet she's never
had that at Buckingham Palace.

Cousin Isabel:
Me! Feed the queen?! Huh!

I don't care
if she ever eats again!

Frankly I hope
she starves

like our people did
in Scotland.

Aunt Laura:
Oh, but it's the, the queen,

you can't just
outright insult her.

Cousin Isabel:
Oh, I cannot insult
the English queen,

but it's all right
for the English

to murder the Scots
in cold blood.

Mary queen of Scots was
betrayed by queen Elizabeth.

She was imprisoned
for 19 years and then beheaded.

Chop, away,
just like that!

But that was hundreds
of years ago.

This is now.

Can't you be forgiving?

Cousin Isabel:
Forgive the highland
clearances?

They drove us
from our homes,

stole our milk, poured it
down the chimneys,

smoked us out
in the dead of night.

Pitting our own people
against each other.

Sitting there in her fancy
castle eating cake,

while her agents drove our
crofters to the sea.

No, a Murray does not forget
a wrong

once it's been done to them.

Maybe queen Victoria's
trying to make amends.

Cousin Isabel:
Have you no pride?

The very land we're sitting on,

the English landlords refused
to sell new moon

until they were forced.

But people change.

Not the English.

Perry:
Well, Isabel sure hates
the queen.

There's no way she's gonna
lift a finger to welcome her.

(Cows mooing)

As long as the queen
helps sparrow,

she can't be all bad.

Well, why the long face
then Jimmy?

(Cow mooing)

Look at that.

I.o.u. Ten dollars.
Signed Jimmy Murray.

Jimmy! Oh lord!
That Mrs. Stuart,

she hornswoggled you but good.

You, you know you could feed
an army of cows

for ten dollars.

I know.

I tried to raise money
to send sparrow to school

in shrewsbury.
Wound up owing more'n I had.

I got nothin' left
to sell except my hat.

Well, nobody's
gonna buy your hat.

Not that it ain't
a nice hat.

You know what
they would buy,

a queen's hat.

The queen ain't gonna
give us her hat.

She's probably got a fancy hat
with jewels all over it.

But still,

a couple of smart
fellas like us,

we could stand
to make some money

off the queen
coming to this island.

Yeah, how's that?

What's the first thing
queen's gonna need

when she gets off
the boat?

A bucket to heave in.

Yeah, that, and?

Queen Victoria always rides
around in a coach,

with a team
of black horses.

She needs something fancy

to haul her royal Fanny
around the island, Jimmy.

Well, we could,
fix up the buggy nice.

Now yer talkin'!

But, what're we gonna do
about a horse?

That's the beauty
of it.

Because buyin' a horse
for the queen

is like investing in,
say telephones.

Because once a horse
hauls the royal rump

around the island,

it's gonna be worth
its weight in gold.

Then I could,
pay off my I.O.U.

And maybe send Emily
to school in shrewsbury.

Have enough, no,
there's a problem.

What?

Where we gonna
get the money,

to buy a horse fancy enough
for her royal rump?

(Cow mooing)

Cousin Jimmy:
Thank you. Thanks.

Now I'm just gonna
see how she,

how she rides here.

(Grunts)

You up?

Yeah, I'm on.

Okay,
bring her in.

All right, yeah.

Perry:
Ride around a bit.

Now that,

is a horse fit for a queen!

Cousin Jimmy:
Yeah.

It's a nice horse.

(Royal march plays)

♪

♪

(Applause)

♪

♪

(Carriage rattling)

Cousin Isabel:
Perry Miller! Perry Miller!

What on earth have you
done with my buggy?

Uh, um, uh,
I dressed it

for the queen
to ride in.

If I hear another word
about that blasted queen!

And this horse?
Who's is it?

It's a Murray
horse now.

Miss Murray,
Henry the eighth.

Henry the eighth,
miss Murray.

Have you completely
lost your senses?

We've got no money
for new animals!

I know but,
Jimmy and I,

we got that taken care
of ya see.

Because he's a guaranteed
money-maker.

We traded him in for bluebell.

Not again!

Are ye completely
stupid?

Look, we need a cow!

What on earth do we need
with another horse?

He'll be worth plenty after
he hauls the queen around.

Miss Murray,
fastest horse on the island.

I, I'd wager a dollar he could
outrun anything on four legs.

Says who?

Ten dollars
says Elmer here

can outrun that nag
any day of the week.

Ten dollars?

Good lord.

You got yourself
a bet, little Angus.

Wait till Jimmy hears
about this!

Elmer!

That good.

Perry:
On your Mark!

Mrs. Strang:
For once in his life,

Jimmy Murray
has a decent notion

in that addled brain of his.

Emily:
The queen will knight Jimmy

and take him and Henry
the eighth back to england

for the sweepstakes.

Aunt Laura:
Oh, he looks so handsome.

Mrs. Strang:
It's a fine horse.

Aunt Laura:
Not the horse, Jimmy.

Emily:
Sir James Murray.

My knight in shining armour.

Mrs. Stuart:
Ant way you put it, it's still
a half-wit on a horse.

I'm putting my money on little
Angus maccrae.

Aunt Laura:

Ah!

Get set!

Go!
(Fires starter pistol)

(Horses whinny)

Aunt Laura, Emily:
Go Jimmy!

Aunt Laura:
Oh my lord! Henry the eighth
is going to win!

Atta boy, Jimmy!

(Crowd cheering)

Perry:
Atta boy, Jimmy!

Jimmy, no!
That's the wrong way!

Noooooo!

(Crowd gasps)

(Wood snapping, horse neighs)

Aunt Laura:

Oh!

No, Emily, oh.

(Grunts)

(Horse squeals)

It's all right,

it's all right.

Now, down.

(Horse squeals)

(Panting)

Jimmy, you want me to get
the horse doctor in carmody?

He'll fix him up before
the queen gets here.

Jimmy!

Jimmy, what do you want?

You want me to get
the horse doctor?

Just tell me, Jimmy.
I'll do it.

What do you want?

Get the gun.

I can't bear it.

He was so beautiful.

(Gunshot echoes)

Jimmy!

Oh, Jimmy!
I'm so sorry.

Yeah.

Goodbye Henry
the eighth.

In our hearts,
you were the winner.

Oh lord, we sure
took a royal beating.

Maybe the missus
is right.

The queen comin'
tomorrow?

It's bad luck.

We've got to keep
our heads.

We've got to keep
our mind on the goal.

Yeah. Getting Emily
to shrewsbury,

I know.

I suppose the royal rump's
still gonna need a ride.

What about the regular
Murray horse?

Oh, that old clunker?

Guess he won't really be
much of a clunker though,

once he carts
the queen around.

Nothing the queen touches
will be a clunker.

And it ain't just
the horse and the buggy.

I mean, there's the chair
she sits on.

I mean people'll pay good
money just to look at it.

The bed
she sleeps in.

The spoon she uses
to stir her tea.

Even the dirt
she walks on.

We could bottle it
and sell it.

Ten cents a bottle.

Queen's mud.
Better than royal jelly.

Well Teddy,
we could sell that too.

Jams, jellies,

pickle relish,
I mean,

you name it.
This is big business.

Bigger'n telephones,
Teddy.

You know what?

I think our ship
just might be coming in!

And it's carrying
the queen of england!

Perry:
Yes, sir!

Aunt Laura?

Why are you sitting
here in the dark?

Your letter to Ian!

Return to sender.

Address unknown.

He wasn't even
in Toronto.

He didn't even get
your rings.

He lied to me.

God only knows
where he went.

And with whom.

Philanderer.

You'd think he could have
conjured up a better fib

than saying he was
with his mother.

(Sighs)

I don't understand why I care.
I'm leaving him.

What he does
shouldn't affect me.

You don't still
think about him?

Oh, Emily, I, I can't forget
just like that,

the thought of him
with someone else.

Probably margaux lavoie.

That hussy!

She isn't worth
the hem on your dress!

Always pretending
they were just friends.

As if anybody really believes
that having your friend's baby

is the friendly thing
to do!

Oh, Emily.
Don't talk about them.

Oh the thought of
it eats me up inside.

Aunt Laura,
you mustn't lose heart.

You have a plan.
A position at the mill,

you'll earn
your own living,

and then you won't need
Ian bowles for anything.

Once that happens,

he'll be erased
from your memory.

You're right.

Let's write the application
letter to the mill.

We'll do it right now.

You'll feel so much better,
I promise you.

Emily,
I'm so weary.

I, I'll do it tomorrow.

But the queen's coming
tomorrow.

There's so much to do.

Emily,
just go to sleep.

I, I need to think.

Are you sure
you'll write your letter?

You won't
change your mind?

I won't.

Good.

(Smooches)

Good night.

Perry:
Come one, come all!

Be the first to try

the queen's royal jams

and jellies.

I'll give ya one jar
for five cents.

Two jars for ten cents.

I'll give ya three jars
for fifteen cents.

Mrs. Stuart:
Rhoda, hurry.

We have to be
the first to curtsy.

Ya never know
what'll catch her eye.

Why, she could take
a gander at you and say,

now there's a right fine
Princess in the making.

Mother, she won't
even know I'm alive.

She will after today.

You're on your way
to Buckingham Palace.

Rhoda honey,

oh, I can feel it in my bones.

Outta my way! Outta my way!

Ilse:
Shove aside.

She's not here to see you,
she's here to see Emily.

Mrs. Stuart: (Gasps)
Oh, oh, here comes the wagon,

here comes Jimmy
with her majesty!

Aunt Laura:
Everybody start singing.

All: (Singing)
♪ god save our gracious queen, ♪

♪ long live our noble queen ♪

♪ god save the queen ♪

♪ send her... ♪

Jimmy, what happened?

Well, I waited.

She never showed up.

Emily:
There goes school in
shrewsbury.

Ilse:
Guess she was just too good to
visit a crummy little island.

Emily:
Just think.

Next year at this time,

you'll all be gone

and I'll be the only one
left sitting here.

Teddy:
All the memories.

Emily:
The good times.

Ilse:
Remember when Mr. Carpenter
dressed up as Shakespeare?

Emily:
Jenny strang always picking
her nose.

Perry:
Oh, try to think about
something else, Emily.

What?

Me getting older
and bigger

and the students
around me

getting younger
and smaller?

Oh, you want a potato?

Ya can have
some jelly on it.

We got plenty of that.

Queen Victoria:
We prefer butter and salt.

Kids:
Your majesty!

Ilse:
The queen!

Emily:
We didn't expect you.

Queen Victoria:
We avoid crowds.

We detest a fuss.

We see you have
our picture on the wall.

We find that interesting.

We understand the people
of the island

harbour a grudge against us.

Islanders are very proud
and stubborn.

But they don't
even know you.

It's just like my aunt Ruth
disliking me.

People have to give others
a chance.

We generally find
people go by contraries.

Emily:
Yes, they do.

And that's what makes them
so interesting.

You see the schoolboard
insists

that we hang your picture
on the wall.

It's the law.

Otherwise cousin Isabel
would have taken it down.

Indeed.

Do we care for this,
Isabel person?

Well, no.
Not very much.

But you mustn't
behead her or anything.

I wouldn't want that
on my conscience.

We presume you are
the Emily starr person?

Yes, we are.

Yes, I am,

and we're deeply honoured.

Um, would you
care for a seat, queen,

uh, your highness.

Ilse:
Oh um,

have two.

Anything you sit on
is worth a fortune.

Queen Victoria:
We would be amused by
a roasted potato.

Perry:
Yes, sure, uh.

Jesus h. Murphy,

Perry Miller cookin'
for the queen of england.

Serves them right.

I never met an englishman
in my life

I could trust!

English woman.

Oh, for god sake Ruth,

stop sucking
on those lemons.

It's makin my mouth pucker
just lookin' at you.

Oh Isabel, I,
i, don't feel very...

(Lands with a thud)

Ruth and Isabel:
Laura!

Queen Victoria:
We thank you for your kind
potato.

In recognition of your
generosity,

we will create a scholarship

for the most excellent
achievement by a student,

boy or girl,

on the school entrance
examinations.

Good luck to you all.

Thank you,
your majesty.

Perry:
Damnation! He beat us to it!

Ya know, between the queen
and little Angus,

they must weigh a ton.

Look at how the wheels sink
into the ground.

Oh look!

Ilse:
Wait til you're eighty.

See how bulbous
your bum gets.

Hush up!
Have some respect!

(Carriage rattling)

Children: (Singing)
♪ god save our gracious queen, ♪

♪ long live our noble queen ♪

Emily:
And so the queen came and went
with no fanfare whatsoever.

♪ God save our queen ♪

We were left with
the jacket she sat on

and the fork she ate
her potato from.

Mrs. Stuart actually took it
in lieu of payment

for bluebell's room and board.

But most importantly,

she left her promise.

A chance to go to school.

That's all a girl can ask for.

A chance,
a fighting chance.

Aunt Laura, you'll never
believe what happened!

What's wrong?
You're pale as a ghost.

Aunt Ruth:
She'll be fine.

She's not the first woman
in the world to have a baby.

A baby?

A millstone around her neck,
if you ask me.