Original subtitles

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Gloriana ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Gloriana, hallelujah ♪

♪ Hallelujah. ♪

CROWD: ♪ Le jour de gloire est arrivé. ♪

(shouting, explosions, glass shattering)

Vas-y, vas-y!

Vas-y, suivez-moi!

♪ ♪

(footsteps approaching)

(speaking French):

LOUIS PHILIPPE:

(Crowd shouting outside)

(explosion echoes, glass shattering, people shouting)

♪ ♪

(men speaking French)

♪ Dei ♪

♪ Dei gratia ♪

♪ Sempiterna ♪

♪ Gloria, gloria ♪

♪ Dei gratia ♪

♪ Sempiterna ♪

(singing continues)

Sir Josiah.

♪ ♪

(people talking in background)

(whispering)

How can the French do that?

Get rid of their king in an afternoon?

They have done it before.

There are revolutions all across Europe.

Vienna, Berlin...

Leopold is worried about Belgium.

Thank God for the English Channel.

I'm not sure that will be enough.

Ideas can swim.

♪ ♪

(gull calling)

♪ ♪

(bell tolling)

(members of Parliament clamoring)

(clamoring)

SPEAKER: Order!

As foreign secretary,

I have congratulated the new French Republic

on their liberation

from an odious tyrant.

(members murmuring agreement)

And I add...

with the full support of the prime minister.

(members murmuring and laughing)

The autocrats of Europe will lie uneasy in their beds tonight,

knowing that the French people

have risen up against an unjust king.

(members murmuring)

SPEAKER: Order!

PALMERSTON: There is a tide

of liberty abroad,

which, taken at the flood, will lead on to fortune.

(members grumbling in disagreement)

♪ ♪

(string orchestra playing)

(gasps)

(sighs with delight)

Marron glacé.

My favorite!

Emma...

It's such a comfort to have you back.

I'm against party politics, of course, but my... Whig ladies

are so much more attentive.

And my new mistress of the robes has settled in nicely.

Haven't you, Sophie?

I'm afraid my grasp of protocol is woeful.

I have no idea

whether a bishop should take precedence over a marquis.

(clears throat) My husband is afraid I shall make some terrible gaffe.

MONMOUTH: Not at all, my dear... your enthusiasm

more than makes up for your inexperience.

I'm not worried in the least, Duchess.

I like to have my friends about me.

When I think of poor Louis Philippe...

(Albert whispering)

Without our permission?

(music continuing)

Then Lord Palmerston needs to explain himself.

(crowd cheering and applauding)

After you, sir.

(cheering continues)

God bless you, Palm!

God bless you.

You have such a vulgar following, Palmerston.

There's nothing vulgar about the British public,

Russell.

Oh!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

BRODIE: Oh!

No time for that, Mr. Penge.

Prime minister and Lord Palmerston are on their way.

Palmerston, eh?

Make sure you stay out of sight, girls.

No woman is safe.

(women giggling)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

PALMERSTON: Afternoon.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Prime Minister.

Your Majesty.

Your Majesty, Your Royal Highness.

Do you know why we asked you here?

Because I'm an asset to any gathering, ma'am?

We've been informed that you have been corresponding

with the revolutionary government in France.

I wrote to Monsieur Lamartine to congratulate him

on his speedy resolution to the crisis.

(chuckles): You congratulated him on deposing the king.

Did you approve this, Prime Minister?

I can't say that I actually approved...

I acted on my own initiative, ma'am.

You had no right to do such a thing

in our...

In the queen's name.

Perhaps not, sir,

but I speak for the people.

They believe that the day when Europe is ruled by despots

is coming to an end.

ALBERT: You forget, Lord Palmerston,

that you are talking

about our family and friends.

I'm sure that in the future, the foreign secretary

will send copies of his correspondence

here first.

You seem very sure

of what the people think, Lord Palmerston.

I make it my business, ma'am.

The British public is like a beautiful woman.

And I wish to glory in her smiles.

♪ ♪

PENGE: King Louis Philippe has been forced to flee

with his tail between his legs.

I wonder where he'll go.

As long as he knows he's not welcome here.

(people talking in background)

Judging from the size of you,

you must be the new footman.

Joseph Weld, sir.

And where do you come from, Joseph?

Uh, Chatsworth, sir.

I was Her Grace's footman.

From what I hear,

I am surprised she could part

with a strapping fellow like you.

(chuckles softly)

The duke gave me a very good character, sir.

Chatsworth is a fair-sized establishment, I dare say,

but this is the palace,

and we expect the highest standards

from our servants.

Yes, sir.

♪ ♪

(bell tolling, birds chirping)

CUFFAY (voiceover): And I say to you, this is a time of reckoning

for working men everywhere!

(crowd murmuring)

Louis Philippe has abdicated because the French people

would not tolerate aristocracy any longer!

And I say the time has come

for the workers of this country to do the same!

I believe we should swear allegiance not to the queen,

but to the People's Charter.

(crowd murmuring in disagreement)

O'CONNOR: And I say, Cuffay,

that no good will come of this kind of revolutionary talk.

We will win the day not by force, but by numbers!

(crowd shouting in agreement)

When the government sees the multitudes

marching on London to present our petition signed by millions,

they will understand there is no power greater

than that of the people!

(cheering, pounding table)

What's your name?

Samuel Price.

I'm Abigail.

(crowd singing)

Make your mark there, Mr. Price,

and I will write your name beside it.

(singing continues)

♪ ♪

I have to get back to the queen.

No... (chuckles)

But we're engaged.

Mm.

We have to wait!

I'm not leaving here in disgrace.

(sighs)

♪ ♪

ALBERT: Victoria, listen.

"The proletarians have nothing to lose but their chains.

They have a world to win."

Who said that?

A Chartist? Ah, no, no.

It is, um... Karl Marx.

He is a German, but I believe he's living in Manchester.

We cannot be too complacent.

♪ ♪

VICKY (voiceover): Eight tens are 80,

eight 11s are 88, and eight 12s are 96.

Would you like me to do it in French now,

Lady Lyttelton?

Not now, dear.

It's Bertie's turn.

But Bertie hates multiplication, don't you, Bertie?

I like... running!

(giggles)

(giggling)

♪ ♪

Papa. Bertie.

Good afternoon, Mama.

Good afternoon.

Do I not get a curtsy?

You are not the sovereign, Papa.

Oh, I see.

(gasps)

May I try it on, Mama?

Be careful, darling, it's very heavy.

Shall we see how you look in it, Bertie?

Crowns are for girls!

FOOTMAN: A letter, ma'am.

Thank you.

Ah, ah, ah.

VICTORIA: Louis Philippe.

Asking if we will... take him in.

♪ ♪

DRIVER: Whoa!

♪ ♪

Albert, we can't turn him away!

No, perhaps not, but my fear is

that if we start allowing this palace to become a sanctuary...

PENGE: Your Majesty.

Oh, I beg your pardon, sir.

Your Majesty, your sister is here.

♪ ♪

Feodora?

(weeping)

♪ ♪

(weeping)

(softly): Oh, Feo.

It is you!

♪ ♪

How, why...

Drina!

Look at you.

Feo...

I have not stopped for three days.

And this is cousin Albert.

Oh, I am so happy to meet you...

(kisses): At last.

And the children.

(gasping)

This must be Vicky,

such a kleine mädchen.

And this...

This is little Albert.

Aw, he looks just like you did at that age, Drina.

(gasps)

And so many children!

And another one along the way.

This is... so unexpected.

I had no time to write.

I was so frightened that the mob would catch me.

The mob?

(quietly): Bertie, Vicky, come along.

I was taking the waters in Baden when the riots started

against the king.

(voice breaking): I could not go back to Langenburg

to my husband and my children.

It was too dangerous.

And so I exchanged clothes

with my maid,

took a place in a coach to Ostend.

I was so frightened I would be recognized.

Not for myself, of course,

but for my connection to you.

ALBERT: You did the right thing.

Mm. Yes, indeed.

I am so glad to see you.

After all these years.

My own dear little sister.

(chuckles softly)

(exhales)

♪ ♪

(quietly): She doesn't look like a princess.

EMMA: Her Serene Highness

Princess Feodora.

The queen's half-sister.

ALFRED: Fallen on hard times.

I didn't know she had a sister.

EMMA: From her mother's first marriage.

I think we'd all forgotten.

Even the queen.

♪ ♪

To arrive like that with no warning.

Really, it's...

ALBERT: Well, her life was in danger.

How long is she going to stay?

It's hardly convenient at the moment,

and we've got Louis Philippe to deal with.

Victoria.

She's your sister.

It's not like you and Ernst.

I hardly know her.

She left me to get married when I was...

FEODORA: Oh, forgive me!

(chuckles)

I was looking for my room and...

I am lost.

What a change from dear Kensington.

Everything here is so... imposing.

Hmm.

(footsteps retreating)

(whimpering)

♪ ♪

(rattling)

(rattling continues)

VICKY: Oh, Bertie.

It is not a toy... It's for doing sums.

(teacup clattering) (gasps)

Bertie! (Exhales)

Give this to Aunt Feo

and apologize for being so clumsy.

Sorry, Aunt Feo. (Chuckles quietly)

(teacup clattering) Look.

There's a hole in your skirt.

Oh.

Such moths in Langenburg.

VICKY: Why didn't you get your maid

to sew it up? (Footsteps approaching)

Listen to this.

"We need the forcible overthrow

"of all existing social conditions.

"Workers of the world, unite.

Karl Marx."

The communist?

VICTORIA: Well, Mr. Marx should be told that the English

are never going to unite with foreigners.

(scoffs): Well, actually, Victoria,

there are reports of Chartists going to Paris

to congratulate Lamartine.

That doesn't mean they're going to unite with him.

Well, how can you be so sure?

You, you know nothing

of how these people live.

You do?

No.

But I am going to find out.

♪ ♪

(sighs): All right.

Here you are, Mrs. Skerrett.

24 pairs,

with a number and initial on each one.

Very nice, as usual.

I can never get stitches that small.

I always try to give satisfaction.

And I need the work, so...

I... didn't take you for a Chartist, Abigail.

Born to it, you might say.

My father was at Peterloo.

And you believe in these Six Points?

Working men need the vote.

And what about working women?

Rome wasn't built in a day. (Chuckles)

(whispers): Stop it!

Do you think you could contrive

to leave the palace for an hour?

I have something I want to show you.

What is it?

Surprise. (Chuckles)

♪ ♪

(cart rumbling, people talking in distance)

(splashing)

(sniffs)

(child coughing, dog barking in distance)

(baby crying in distance, coughing continues)

(softly): All of these people, they live here?

WOMAN: Yes, sir.

(dog barking in distance)

(coughing continues)

Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

(door opens)

There are 14 people living in there.

They are human beings,

yet they are being forced to live like vermin.

The rich man in his castle,

The poor man at his gate.

God made them high and lowly

And ordered their estate.

(children shrieking in distance)

I don't think God has anything to do with this,

Lord Alfred.

Do you?

No, I don't.

♪ ♪

(carriages rumbling, talking in background)

FEODORA (exhaling): I used to come here with you,

on that little Shetland pony

King George gave you.

Nasty animal.

It was always biting me.

Such happy times.

That's not how I remember Kensington.

But you left when I was...

Nine.

Your departure was so sudden.

But of course, you were in a hurry

to get married.

What about you, Sophie?

Were you in a fever of impatience

to start your married life?

My mother was.

She always wanted me to be a duchess.

I couldn't wait to marry the prince.

But of course, I had no other ties.

(grunts)

(crowd clamoring)

(boxers continue grunting)

(grunts)

(groaning)

Yes!

My money's on the Englishman.

Very good, sir.

(grunting continues)

Come on, Billy.

(greeting)

♪ ♪

This is just how the mob sounded in Baden.

Are you sure we are safe in the open, Drina?

I don't need to hide from my subjects.

(grunts)

Ooh, get up, up, up, up, up!

(yelling)

Two,

three, four...

(snarls)

(grunts) Go on!

Get him! Go on!

(grunts) Yes!

(groans)

Yay!

Well played, sir.

(cheering)

What on Earth is causing that commotion?

SOPHIE: Lord Palmerston, ma'am.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(bell tolling, crowd clamoring)

Are you mad? Peaceably if we may,

forcibly if we must, O'Connor.

We need the support of respectable people.

They won't vote for a mob, Cuffay.

(glass breaks, whistle blowing)

(people yelling)

(crowd clamoring)

VICTORIA: Awful, awful man.

Do you know what I saw today?

I saw 14 people

living in one room... He was in the park,

cavorting with the crowds

as if he were P.T. Barnum himself.

Albert, he's vulgar!

(door closes)

I do apologize, Your Majesty.

The prime minister and the foreign secretary

are waiting in the drawing room, Your Majesty.

They insist it is a matter

of some urgency, ma'am.

Oh, Lord, what now?

Uh... Palmer is "Pilger" in German,

and stone is "Stein," so...

Take your time.

I do not mind keeping Lord Pilgerstein waiting.

(chuckling)

FRANCATELLI: It has everything we're looking for, Nancy.

Five parlor bedrooms

and a dining room that seats 50.

Perfect!

I hope this is the right time to be doing this.

Why wouldn't it be?

We're working people, just like them.

I've spent my whole life trying to be more than that.

This collar,

the queen got me this, and these stockings.

She made me, Charles.

What am I going to be without her?

You underestimate yourself.

(people singing in distance)

Hmm.

(clock chiming softly)

(Victoria clears throat, footsteps approaching)

Prime Minister. Your Majesty.

Please, sit.

You have urgent business, Prime Minister?

RUSSELL: I'm afraid

the Chartists, ma'am,

seem minded to follow the example of the French.

There have been disturbances across the capital...

PALMERSTON: I believe what the prime minister is trying to say

is that the Chartists mean revolution, ma'am.

But then we, the ruling class,

must give them an alternative.

If we give the vote to an illiterate mob,

we're signing our own death warrants, sir.

ALBERT: Only today,

Lord Palmerston, I have seen people living in conditions

which are infernal.

We must do something otherwise.

With respect, sir,

now is not the time for do-gooding.

RUSSELL: The Chartists are planning a mass protest

on April the 10th,

that in our opinion...

Will be the spark that lights the tinderbox.

But do you have any proof?

I don't believe my people wish me harm.

I imagine that's what Louis Philippe thought, ma'am.

Well, you can ask him yourself at dinner tomorrow.

Unless you have a boxing match you wish to go to.

(sizzling)

I am sorry to bother you, but my wig...

It's molting.

(chuckles)

Some of the pomade fell

(whispers): Into the prince's tea. (Gasps)

He didn't notice, but, but Mr. Penge did.

Oh, don't mind Mr. Penge.

He hates anything new on principle.

I was the youngest

to ever make first footman in Chatsworth,

but here...

It's not easy working here.

Penge is a curmudgeon.

(sighs) The wages are terrible.

But...

When I'm with Her Majesty doing her hair, well...

She isn't just a lady of fashion.

She relies on me to look her best.

And...

Maybe it's silly, but...

When I send her out there, looking like a queen,

I feel like I'm making a little part of history.

Um...

Goose fat and white lead.

That's what this wig needs.

♪ ♪

(footsteps approaching)

(fire crackling)

Shall I come back, ma'am?

Do you think they hate me, Skerrett?

Who, ma'am?

Chartists.

Do they want to...

cut off my head?

(quietly): Kill my children?

Course they don't.

Chartists are ordinary working people, ma'am.

Not murderers.

I can introduce you to one, if you like.

She does some of Your Majesty's embroidery.

(fire crackling)

(footsteps approaching)

Victoria.

Louis Philippe is arriving.

Yes.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(gasps sadly)

(sobbing openly)

♪ ♪

(fire crackling)

(exhales)

I've been so cold.

Thank you for taking me in.

We are only repaying your hospitality.

ALBERT: You are welcome

while you are considering your future.

Alas, I have no future.

Like the prodigal son,

I have squandered my patrimony,

the love of my people.

And your family?

Scattered across Europe.

Pray that I will live to see them again.

(voice breaking): I do pray I will see my family again.

But at least I have the consolation

of my beloved sister.

I hope I do not bring trouble with me.

I am not popular with your countrymen,

ma chère cousine.

You're our guest,

Louis Philippe.

That's all that matters.

(birds chirping)

♪ ♪

(speaking French):

(Repeating French line)

I don't want to be the stupid king!

(Bertie grunts)

Don't worry,

I know Bertie's part.

FEODORA: Oh.

What a temper.

SOPHIE: He's just cross with himself.

My son's the same... He hates being in the wrong.

VICKY:

(Whispering): Victoria, he has to learn to control himself soon.

VICTORIA (whispering): He's passionate.

Mama, Papa,

I'm still performing.

(chuckles) LOUIS PHILIPPE: I'm listening,

my little Jeanne d'Arc.

Shall we go back onstage?

(bell tolling in distance, people talking in background)

RUSSELL: If we are to act

against the Chartists,

we will need evidence of a conspiracy.

I put agents in place

after the riots, Prime Minister,

but these things take time.

PALMERSTON: We don't have time.

Just get the proof, man.

Whatever it takes.

(footsteps retreating, Palmerston sniffs)

I don't know why we don't just lock them all up.

(scoffs): If the crowds that cheer you on

could hear you now.

They know I'm a patriot first and foremost, Russell.

I wish you would call me "Prime Minister."

Liberty and confusion abroad,

peace and stability at home.

That's my motto...

Prime Minister.

(carriages rumbling, hooves clipping)

(clamoring)

CUFFAY: We must be ready to take action,

peaceably if we may,

forcibly if we must.

CROWD: Yes.

Eh, where do I sign?

Just here, Mr...?

Fitzgerald, Patrick Fitzgerald.

(applauding)

What happened to your finger?

I got too close to an English musket.

Fighting for my home, I was being evicted

so my Lord Wexford's cattle could graze unimpeded.

Hmm.

We welcome our Irish brethren to the cause,

Mr. Fitzgerald.

CUFFAY: He has no right to be there!

CROWD: Yeah!

The ruling class can no longer prosper

by trampling on working men.

And what about working women...

Do they not get trampled on, too?

Oh, they know how to take care of themselves.

(crowd cheering)

Just make sure that Palmerston is sat

at the other end of the table.

I don't want that awful, booming voice in my ear.

And do ask your husband, Sophie.

He might be able to keep the foreign secretary in check.

And Feodora,

you should sit next to Palmerston.

You can tell him about your ordeal in Baden.

You'll have to excuse me, Drina,

but I have nothing suitable to wear.

Well, you must look through some of my clothes.

After all, I have no use for them at the moment.

You are so thoughtful, Drina,

but don't you think the skirts would be a little short?

(chuckles): Well, I suppose you're a little taller than me.

Hmm.

But perhaps Skerrett can add a ruffle.

(spoon clinking)

She's so clever at things like that.

(spoon clattering on saucer)

Hmm.

♪ ♪

BERTIE: Aunt Feo.

Why are you making that face, Aunt Feo?

I am remembering an old friend.

A fat friend.

That is your great-uncle George, Bertie.

We used to have tea together.

And we would always have meringues,

because he knew they...

(exhales): They were my favorite.

I love meringues.

Hmm.

One day, Bertie, you will be a king,

just like him.

No, I won't,

because in Britain, we have queens.

Would you like to be a queen, Aunt Feo?

What a funny boy you are.

(pen scratching)

(clock chiming)

Skerrett.

My sister wants some new clothes.

(clattering)

(groans): I thought perhaps

you could alter some of mine.

Certainly, ma'am.

Who's this?

May I present Abigail Turner.

I mentioned her to you yesterday.

Miss Turner is acquainted with the Chartists, ma'am.

My ministers tell me you want to get rid of me

and found a republic.

No, Your Majesty.

We want justice,

not revolution. Really?

Well, the quarrel, ma'am,

is not with you,

but with a government that gives the working man

no voice in his own affairs.

How bold you are, Miss Turner.

Well, my father used to say

my tongue was sharper than my needle,

but I mean no disrespect, Your Majesty.

Well, I shall take you at your word.

But only because Skerrett has vouched for you.

♪ ♪

Ma'am.

(people murmuring)

How are you finding your duties, my dear?

Not too taxing, I hope.

I think the queen finds me satisfactory.

In fact, she gave me this. Hmm.

Fetching.

What a shame you're wearing it incorrectly.

EMMA: Sophie, the queen asked me

if you'd look over the place cards.

She says you are so good at these things.

(quietly): Just so you know, there is no correct place

for you to wear the brooch from the queen.

Did you know that my father was once a shopkeeper?

Really?

Mine was a parson, but I try not to hold it against him.

What a lucky man you are, Monmouth.

And she's as rich as Croesus, too, I hear.

I don't need reminding

that her family are little more than grocers, Palmerston.

(footsteps approaching)

PALMERSTON (speaking French):

The famous Lord Palmerston,

who was so quick to acknowledge the new republic.

I congratulated the new government

on resolving a period of...

instability.

You know,

if I was not a Frenchman,

I should wish to be an Englishman.

(laughs softly)

And if I were not an Englishman,

I should wish to be...

an Englishman.

VICTORIA: Prime Minister. Ma'am.

Duke.

You must forgive me for stealing your wife from you.

She's such a charming companion.

I'm delighted that you think so, ma'am.

♪ ♪

Feodora!

How... different you look.

(chuckling)

It's funny, when we lived at Kensington,

you used to wear my clothes,

and now I am wearing yours.

(giggles)

Louis Philippe, will you take my sister into dinner?

There is some consolation in exile after all.

(kisses) (chuckles)

(bells tolling)

(people murmuring, papers shuffling)

I think we'll have over a million signatures

by the time we take this to Parliament.

If we ever get there. Of course we will.

The government would like to ban us completely.

And if Cuffay starts a riot

because the French king is staying with the queen,

they won't hesitate.

Well, surely Cuffay is not stupid enough

to go to the palace.

Isn't he?

(sighs)

(Waltz No. 1 in E-flat, Op. 18 by Chopin playing on piano)

(piece continues)

(piece ends)

(applauding)

How long will the king be staying with you, ma'am?

For as long as he needs to.

I appreciate your loyalty to a fellow sovereign.

I just hope there are no repercussions.

There is no danger of that.

I know where my duty lies... My people know that.

Oh, I hope so.

These days you can't be too careful

with the company you keep.

Indeed I can't, Lord Palmerston.

ALBERT: It appears that diplomacy

is not one of your talents, Foreign Secretary.

Perhaps, but patriotism is.

I would hate to see the queen

suffer the same fate as her guest.

And you dare to say that to me.

Public opinion is a fickle beast.

If the queen continues to surround herself with...

foreigners,

I can't be answerable for the consequences.

That's enough.

(exhales)

(hooves clomping, wagons rattling)

(people talking in background)

♪ ♪

FITZGERALD: Hello again.

Can I help you with that?

What have you got in there? Gold bullion?

Her Majesty's undergarments,

if you please.

Working for the queen?

And you a Chartist?

The Chartists have no quarrel with Her Majesty.

And the work's well paid.

I wish there was more of it.

Well, I'm surprised a fine-looking woman like you

doesn't have a husband to provide for her.

The franchise comes first, Mr. Fitzgerald.

I want to marry a free man.

BRODIE: "A vote for every man over 21 years of age of sound mind

"and not undergoing punishment for crime.

Payment for members of Parliament."

Perhaps I will run in the next election.

Hear ye, hear ye!

The Honorable Archibald Brodie.

"One man, one vote" indeed.

If you want mob rule, go live in France.

Do you have the vote, Mr. Penge?

I think a man like yourself is worthy of a say

in the management of his country's affairs.

♪ ♪

♪ A hundred years, a thousand years ♪

♪ We're marching on the road! ♪ (Mutters)

Thank you, Mr. Francatelli.

The world is changing, Mr. Penge.

LOUIS PHILIPPE: I'm afraid Lord Palmerston is right.

I have brought you nothing but trouble.

VICTORIA: Absolutely not.

If anyone has brought trouble, it's...

Lord Palmerston.

(dog barking)

Victoria, it is from Leopold.

He is in Ostend... the revolution has spread to Belgium.

I think it is time that we left for the Isle of Wight.

Osborne House is ready now, we can head there.

I'm not going to run away.

You should listen to your husband, ma chère.

My father lost his head to Madame La Guillotine.

I wouldn't want you to share the same fate. (Victoria scoffs)

The Chartists want the vote.

Not a republic.

ALBERT: Well, how can you be so sure?

Because we are English, Albert.

We may grumble, we may protest.

We are not a revolutionary people.

♪ ♪

(men shouting)

The French king is eating roast beef in the palace...

(crowd booing)

When he should be in the Tower!

(crowd cheering)

I say we should rectify the situation!

(cheering)

It's the drink talking, Samuel Cuffay!

Remember what Mr. O'Connor says!

We're a movement, not a mob!

Then that's why the French have a republic

and we have a charter. Go home!

And sleep it off, Cuffay.

Vive la republic! (Cheering)

Would you like me to keep an eye on him?

Are you sure you know what you're doing?

You can rely on me, Ms. Turner.

(crowd shouting)

CUFFAY: To the palace! To the palace!

(moving chess pieces)

(door opens)

(sets piece down)

Do you know how to play? (Chuckles)

The evenings are long in Langenburg.

Oh.

I would be delighted to have an opponent.

I really am sorry that your first visit

is at such a difficult time.

Victoria should have asked you sooner.

I am just happy to be here.

At last.

I want so much to be of use.

Well, in that case, you can help me try and persuade Victoria

to go to Osborne.

She is, um...

rather stubborn.

Stubborn.

I see it in Bertie, also.

But I can send Bertie to the nursery when he has a tantrum.

(chuckles)

Victoria is lucky to have a husband like you.

Check.

I can see you are,

as the English say, beating me at my own game.

(laughs)

CROWD: ♪ A hundred years, a thousand years ♪

♪ We're marching on the road ♪

♪ The going isn't easy! ♪

There are police reports of rioting

connected with the...

He was a thorn in your side when he was king of France.

He's causing you more trouble now he's here.

You should never have let him come.

You, Lord Palmerston, are quick to applaud revolution abroad,

but what have you done for the workers of this country?

Do you ever deign to look out of the window of your carriage?

This country needs more than bluster... it needs change.

I think the Chartists might agree with you, sir.

Lord Palmerston.

You have my permission to withdraw.

♪ ♪

(scoffs)

I cannot tolerate that man any longer.

Russell, of course I believe

in a constitutional monarchy,

but this must not continue.

Such a man is not fit to be foreign secretary.

You must dismiss him.

If only I could, ma'am.

♪ ♪

Did she call for my head?

The queen said she would be happy

to accept your resignation.

And you had to tell her

that even though you'd like nothing better

than to be rid of me,

you need my support in the Commons.

Otherwise, you will be defeated in the next vote.

Good evening, Duchess... Where are you off to?

Lord Palmerston, Prime Minister.

Duchess.

I am just on my way home.

Alone? Where's Monmouth?

At his club, I imagine.

Isn't that where men of fashion go at this hour?

I wouldn't.

Perhaps I should take you.

You shall do no such thing.

We have to go back to the House.

And the duchess should stay here.

The streets are not safe.

My master has spoken.

Another time, perhaps.

Please see this is taken to my room.

With pleasure, Your Grace.

She's a duchess, and you're a footman.

A junior one.

You're not at Chatsworth anymore, Joseph.

You'll do well to remember that.

Understood, Mr. Penge.

I'd like to send him to the Tower!

Yes, but, Victoria, on one point, he was right.

This situation is too unstable.

We must leave London.

I have told you, Albert, I will not run away!

Wellington would call it a tactical retreat!

The Chartists are angry, Victoria, and rightly so!

The ruling class have failed them.

This is a time of revolution,

and we are vulnerable.

I do not wish to scare you,

but when I think of the future...

We have no choice.

We will leave tomorrow.

♪ ♪

(crowd chanting): Vive la république!

Rise up... vive la republic!

Vive la republic! Vive la république!

(crowd chanting)

♪ ♪

(crowd chanting in distance)

We've found a hotel.

Now it's time we set a date.

I thought the queen would be safe.

I can't leave her now.

She needs me. No, no, darling.

She employs you.

I'm the one that needs you.

So much.

(crowd shouting angrily in distance)

(kisses)

♪ ♪

(shouting)

Vive la republic! Vive la republic!

(angry shouting echoes)

ALBERT: We should take the train tomorrow morning.

Please ensure the household is ready.

Yes, sir.

(glass shatters)

Liebes, are you all right?

Are you hurt? Raise the alarm!

ALBERT: My love, we must go.

We must go now!

Now!

No, Albert, not now.

My waters...

Albert...

(Albert grunts)

Everything will be all right.

♪ ♪

(man shouting orders)

(shouting)

(crowd clamoring)

Vive la republic! Vive la republic!

(shouting)

Get back!

Get away from the fence!

(horse neighing)

(shouting)

Get back!

What's happening?

Barbarians are at the gate, Your Grace.

Mon die...

Sir, I don't think it's safe for you to be here.

(crowd shouting angrily outside)

(Victoria screaming in pain)

(gasping)

(shouting angrily)

♪ ♪

(crowd shouting angrily)

(breathing heavily)

♪ ♪

MAN: Vive la republic!

(crowd shouting)

MAN: Death to the queen!