Original subtitles

♪ Gloriana

♪ Hallelujah

♪ Gloriana

♪ Hallelujah

♪ Gloriana, hallelujah

♪ Hallelujah.

[crowd shouting, glass breaking]

CROWD: Vive la republic!

Vive la republic!

[Victoria groaning loudly]

Is Mama going to die?

If she does, you'll be king and you'll have a crown

and everybody will curtsy to you, Bertie.

Why do I have to be king?

You just do!

But you're older than me.

Yes, but you're a boy.

But Mama isn't a boy.

Don't you know anything?

It's called primogeniture, Bertie.

They only make a girl queen if they can't find anybody else.

LYTTELTON [whispering]: What are you two doing out of bed?

Come along!

[Victoria screaming]

[crowd shouting]

Get back!

[shouting continues]

[screaming continues, Feodora shushing]

Screaming won't make it come any faster.

[loud crash outside, shouting]

Are we safe?

[shouting, panting continues]

FEODORA: Go!

I will take care of Victoria.

[panting, shouting continues]

[Victoria groaning loudly]FEODORA: Go!

♪

Please God, don't let Mama die.

I want guards right around the perimeter of the palace.

Everywhere.

Is that understood?

Yes, Your Royal Highness.

Good.

One of them was in a comment va dire...

[laughing]: A swing...

[laughing]: A swing!

MONMOUTH: By all, that's splendid!

Don't you think, Alfred?[footsteps approaching]

Mon cher, please,

come and join us.

Sir, I-I thought the king would be safer here.

Gambling? At a time like this?

Life is a game of chance,

maybe I will lose this hand as well.

Sir, the queen is asking for you.

I believe the moment has come. Thank you.

What are you doing here?

As a member of the Privy Council,

I am required to attend a royal birth,

to make sure it's the genuine article.

[quietly]: Then why are you playing cards with Louis Philippe?

You know the prince loathes this kind of thing.

Oh, what a courtier you've become, my dear.

Monmouth...

[Monmouth chuckles]

[footsteps retreating]

VICTORIA: Albert!

[Feodora speaking quietly]

The mob has dispersed.

[panting]

[groaning]

[bells tolling]

O'CONNOR: The rioting cannot continue!

Our movement will only succeed if we have the support

of respectable people.

We must stay within the law.

Do you really think that a few signatures and pretty banners

are going to make the prime minister say,

"Come in, why don't you? Universal franchise,

what a splendid idea"?

A revolution without teeth cannot bite.

[crowd murmuring]

What's happened to you?

Oh, don't look at me like that, Abigail.

I want to be a free man,

one worthy of a woman like you.

♪

[birds chirping]

[fusses]

Oh, hello.

[footsteps fast approaching]

I apologize, Your Majesty, Your Royal Highness,

but I couldn't keep them away a moment longer.

This one's quite pretty for an infant.

Better than the last one, anyway.

I am glad you're not dead, Mama.

[clears throat]

BOTH: Dear Mama and Papa,

we have come to welcome

our new baby sister.

Oh!

Oh!

How is my... little niece?

Oh...

Such a flower.

I wonder...

what they will call you, my kleine maädchen.

We're going to name her after someone...

ALBERT: Who has a very

special place in this family.

Albert's mother.

Meet Princess Louise.

Hm. Ja.

[loud cannon fire]

What was that?

The baby must have come.

Yet another royal mouth to feed when children are starving!

[crowd grumbling]

♪

[horse hooves clomping]

[indistinct chatter]

[Emma laughing]

Wellington.

Lady Portman.

Duke.

ALBERT: Duke!

Is this really necessary?

The queen is still weak after her ordeal.

I can assure you, sir, I wouldn't be here

unless the necessity was not of the gravest.

The prime minister and Palmerston

are also on their way.

Right.

RUSSELL: May I congratulate you, ma'am,

on behalf of your government,

and apologize for intruding at this time.

But our intelligence suggests that hundreds of thousands

of Chartists will attempt to deliver

their so-called "People's Charter"

any day now.

If this gathering were to... get out of hand.

They must be contained south of the river.

There have been riots already... Great crowds like this

I can't answer for what could happen.

But I understood the Chartists to be a peaceful movement.

Call throwing bricks through your window peaceful?

I believe that protest was directed against

the French king.

RUSSELL: The duke wants to station troops

on the bridges.

WELLINGTON: Cavalry and artillery, ma'am.

Let them know we mean it.

ALBERT: It should never have come to this.

We have failed these people.

Do we have permission to mobilize the troops, ma'am?

I...

I don't think it's... necessary.

[quietly]: Liebes...

WELLINGTON: It is the only way

of defending Parliament and the palace, ma'am.

Perhaps you don't quite understand

what these Chartists have in mind.

Actually, Lord Palmerston, I have spoken with a Chartist.

Can you say the same?

With respect, ma'am,

one conversation doesn't make one an expert.

Please, remember you are speaking

to the queen.

PALMERSTON: Beg your pardon.

I allowed my anxiety to eclipse my good manners.

You must give the order

to mobilize the troops, ma'am.

To use soldiers to disrupt a peaceful movement

seems to me the height of folly!

I cannot, and I will not condone it,

and I will not sign the order!

♪

OFFICER: Move!

[shouting commands]

OFFICER 1: Right, everyone get back!

OFFICER 2: Stand back there!

[indistinct shouting]CUFFAY: What is this?

What right do you have to come in here?

[shouting continues]

♪

[indistinct shouting]

Did you know anything about the guns?

Why? Because I'm Irish?

No! OFFICER: Patrick Fitzgerald?

I'm arresting you on a charge of treason.

Let him go! Come on.

Let him go!

Believe me when I say I never expected to meet

a woman like you.

[shouting continues]

♪

[hooves retreating]

♪

[crowd chattering]

♪

♪

[sighs]

♪

[tapping]

[door opens]

We own a hotel.

You've done it?

Without telling me.

The owner's scared stiff of the Chartists,

so he agreed to lower the price.

[soft chuckle]

[quietly]: I wish you'd asked me first.

[scoffs]

And what would you have said if I had?

"The queen needs me.

I can't abandon her in her hour of need."

Special license.[gasps]

You know I can't be married, I'll have to resign.

You will, yes.

I want to start our real life, Nancy.

Tomorrow, 3:00, St. Bride's.

♪

I'll be there.

♪

♪

♪

Ah-ah, the queen has only agreed to see her prime minister.

Banished!

From the Garden of Eden!

Or maybe not.

Rifles?

Enough to arm a regiment.

This is not a peaceful protest.

I'm afraid

there is no choice, ma'am.

♪

If the Chartists are going to protest,

we must put troops on the streets.

[inhales]

♪

[pen rattling]

[inhales]

♪

[pen scratching]

[scoffs]: Klugscheisser.

PALMERSTON [in German]:

You speak German?

French and Italian.

I like to understand who I'm dealing with.

RUSSELL: I sometimes I have to remind myself

that you're foreign secretary.

And what is diplomacy but a balancing act...

Prime Minister?

♪

VICKY [in French]:

LOUIS PHILIPPE [in French]:

Papa calls me his philosopher princess.

Of course, you English were the first people

to get rid of your king.

What happened to him?

♪

They cut off his head

but with an axe.

[imitates chopping]

It took a Frenchman to invent la guillotine.

What's la guillotine?

♪

Are they going to cut off

your head, Mama?

VICKY: King Louis says

that's what they do in France when they have a revolution.

Madame La Guillotine cuts off their heads

and then they hold them up by the hair.

It seems His Majesty was rather

colorful in his language.

Vicky, Bertie, come here.

Come here.

Do you think I would let anyone hurt Mama?

No.

Or any of us for that matter?

No.

But do you have a sword, Papa?

[quietly]: Bertie!

[Victoria groans]

Victoria, it's too soon.

You must rest.

Come here.

[baby fussing, children chatter]

Come here.

♪

[laughter]

[angrily]: You frightened my children!

I gave them a little lesson in French history.

I'm sure they will recover.

No, no, no, we invited you here against the advice

of our ministers, my-my own misgivings,

and this is how you repay us.

Your children need to know that life is uncertain,

even here in England.

Nothing will happen to my children.

I hope you are right.

Your presence here...

is a provocation.

Then I must not outstay my welcome.

I have nowhere else to go,

but of course that is of no matter.

[birds chirping]

[baby fussing]

Such a look of the prince she has, ma'am.

The... the seamstress, the Chartist...

Abigail?

Abigail.

Abigail told me the Chartists loved their queen.

She was wrong.

[voice shaking]: And now I need soldiers to defend me from my own people.

♪

When I was a little girl,

I made a promise to myself, Skerrett, that I would be

not just a queen,

but a great queen,

whose reign would be remembered as a glorious one.

♪

[Louise fussing]

Now there are no cheers for me,

only for Lord Palmerston.

Why don't they understand he only cares about his own glory?

A London crowd would cheer anyone

who gave them free beer.

Forgive me, ma'am,

a queen doesn't need to curry favor.

But I want them to love me.

I want them to love me.

Otherwise, what is the point?

[bells tolling]

[horse hooves clomping, people chattering]

♪

Thank you.

What will they do to Patrick, Mr. O'Connor?

Well,

if he's found guilty of treason...

they'll... hang him.

But he told me he had nothing to do with the guns,

and I believe him.

Even if he put them there,

where would he find the money to buy 500 rifles?

So you believe Patrick's innocent?

I don't know.

But I do know the government is frightened

by the power of the people.

[carriage rattling]

♪

[dog barking, horse whinnying]

Whoa there! Whoa there!

[people shouting, carriage rumbling]

[whinnying continues]Whoa!

Get that stag out the way, man!

♪

[shouting, carriage rattling]

DRIVER: Trouble ahead, sir.

[shouting continues, horse whinnying]

♪

Gentlemen! Get out!

Palmerston!

Palmerston!

May I be of assistance?

♪

Drink.

Thank you.

[coughs]

Are you sure you aren't hurt?

I think my bonnet is my only casualty,

and my pride, of course, Lord Palmerston.

Well, I like nothing more than ministering

to a duchess in distress.

Have there been so many? None...

more charming than yourself.

[chuckles]

Quite a little collection.

Oh.

They're for my son.

He... he misses me.

Well, who could blame him?

But it is too dangerous to go anywhere today

and I would like to know that you're safe.

[knocks]

DRIVER: Get on then!

[carriage rattles]

[officer shouting commands]

ALBERT: Are you sure this will be necessary, Duke?

There troops are on the bridges,

but if the Chartists

do get across the river, we must be prepared.

They must know that we will not tolerate insurrection.

Yes, but the Chartists must be allowed to know

that their cause is not a hopeless one.

They then need a turnip...

That is not correct,

they-they need a carrot

as well as a stick.

Perhaps, but my priority now is to keep the queen safe.

Well, there we are in agreement, Duke.

As soon as the queen can travel, we shall be leaving for Osborne.

And...

I hope that that French gentleman...

will be leaving London too.

There we are also in agreement.

He shall not be spending one more night at the palace.

♪

SOPHIE: He was most kind,

and of course when the people saw him,

they were ready to help set things straight.

I see.

Please tell him I wish to see him.

Yes, ma'am.

But I thought...

No, no, I don't like him.

But that doesn't...

Feo, I don't expect you to understand.

You've never been in my position.

No, it is true.

But I know what it's like to be threatened by a mob

and live in a small country surrounded by enemies.

Langenburg is hardly the same as England.

How would you know?

Whose fault is that?

You're the one who left!

You didn't even come to my wedding.

Did it ever occur to you I couldn't afford it?

Well, if you'd asked...

What, beg money from my little sister?

[scoffs]

No, I wouldn't expect you to understand.

After all,

you have never been in my position.

[footsteps retreating]

[sighs]

Would you like a marron glacé, Aunt Feo?

[water trickling]

You must pardon my appearance, Your Majesty,

Lord Alfred said you wanted to see me at once.

I believe, Lord Palmerston, you have... quite a following.

I think the people know what I stand for, ma'am.

The guns that were found,

do you really think they meant to use them against me?

I think it's a possibility.

That's why we're taking every precaution.

Am I really so unpopular?

My brother-in-law, Lord Melbourne,

used to say that

the great British public isn't known

for its logic, ma'am.

Lord M?

He also said it was the greatest privilege of his life

to serve as your prime minister.

Would he have advised me to sign that order?

Setting... [sighs] troops against my own people?

I think he would have said that your safety

is more important than your popularity, ma'am.

♪

♪

[Victoria speaking in the distance]

♪

♪

Ah, Feo.

I think it is time I went back to Langenburg.

Leave?

Now? Why?

I hoped so much

to be of some use, but...

I cannot stay where I am not wanted.

Oh, well,

I am not sure Victoria knows exactly what she wants.

She is often...

volatile after giving birth.

You stay.

Oh!

Where is she?

She's in the garden.

With Lord Palmerston. Palmerston?

Strange...

♪

ALBERT: Victoria?

Liebes.

[birds chirping]

My love?

Oh...

You all right?

Did Lord Pilgerstein upset you?

I keep thinking about the day of my accession.

All those old men looking down at me, frowning,

as if... [sighs]

As if it was all a dreadful mistake.

And then I went out onto the balcony and...

I heard it.

I heard the sound of my people...

cheering.

I knew then what it meant to be a queen.

It's been there, the bass note that anchors all the...

noise around me.

[voice breaking]: It's gone.

Albert, it's...

It's gone.

No, no, no.

You are tired.

Victoria, you are not seeing things correctly.

Albert, those guns were meant to kill me!

Which is why we are going to Osborne

as soon as you are fit to travel.

No, no, no, Albert, no, they will call me a coward.

All that matters, Victoria,

is that you and the children are safe.

I know I am being selfish,

but to me, you are the note

that anchors me to this world.

And I will do anything to keep you safe from harm.

♪

[footsteps approaching]

[distant bell tolling, birds chirping]

You are far away, ma chère.

I am sorry to disturb you,

but I have come to say goodbye.

Do you regret leaving France?[wry chuckle]

Bien sur.

France is the only civilized country in the world.

[sighs]

But I would rather live among savages

than meet Madame La Guillotine.

We're going to... Osborne in the morning.

And you think that makes you like me?

A coward?

♪

Listen to me,

life is more important than a crown.

♪

Where will you go?

Durrant's Hotel.

It is well appointed, I believe.

No... no, no, no, that will never do.

I'll tell Uncle Leopold to lend you Claremont.

It's out of London

and suitable for a king.

Remember,

you have your family, ma chère.

♪

♪

[piano music playing off-screen]

[playing continues]

♪

[playing continues]

[playing stops]

Albert says you're thinking of leaving.

Ja.

I think that would be better.

You are...

You have no room for me.

I was... unkind before.

[weeping]: All I want is to help you.

And you know

you can always trust me absolutely.

I think perhaps I'm not used to having a sister.

[sniffles]

But I don't want you to leave, Feo.

[weeping]: Oh Drina!

Ah...

You have no idea how happy that makes me.

Then it's settled,

you will come to Osborne in the morning.

[laughs]

SOPHIE: I must go,

I have to make arrangements for my son while I'm in Osborne.

But the streets are not safe.

You must have an escort.

Joseph, please see the Duchess

gets home safely. Lady Portman.

Yes, of course they speak English on the Isle of Wight.

♪

[ticking]

Brodie!

I need you to do something for me.

Now.

But Mr. Penge will kill me.

Please, it's important.

[ticking]

VICKY: I'm going to take my atlas of the heavens.

Then we can look at the stars together, Papa,

can't we? Hm.

That's mine! ALBERT: Ah, Bertie!

Bertie!

Apologize to your sister.

Sorry.

[chuckling]: How he reminds me of you at that age, Drina.

ALBERT: While we are in Osborne

I think perhaps we shall have to teach you how to behave

like a future king.

[Islay whining]

[slams book]

Bertie doesn't want to be king.

He thinks that I would do it better,

and I would, wouldn't I?

♪

[carriage rattling, people chattering]

ABIGAIL: Excuse me!

Are you holding Mr. Patrick Fitzgerald?

There's no one here by that name.

Now could you move away from the station.

[sighs]

Patrick!

But what are you doing here?

I've-I've been looking everywhere.

I-I thought...

My name is Inspector Daubeny.

And I assure you I've never seen you before

in my life.

What are you talking about?

But your finger...

It's missing.

How perceptive of you.

Now if you'll excuse me.

♪

[footsteps echoing]

FITZGERALD: I want to be a free man.

One worthy of a woman like you.

♪

[birds chirping]

Please don't go away, Mama.

I hate it when you aren't here.

And I hate leaving you too.

But I promise I will write to you every day.

But I'm not very good at reading.

[footsteps approaching]JOSEPH: Your Grace.

You left these in the carriage

and I thought they might be of use.

Yes. Look, William.

I have a present for you.

WILLIAM: Now I have enough

for a real battle!

[imitating battle sounds]

MONMOUTH: Ah, Duchess.

No wonder our son is falling behind in his lessons

when you insist on indulging him

in these childish pastimes.

We were just saying goodbye.

Please don't go away, Mama.

MONMOUTH: Stop sniveling.

Go to your room.

I think it's an excellent thing you're going to Osborne.

It may be the custom among

the grocer classes to mollycoddle their sons,

but William will be a duke one day.

You, get the duchess's carriage.

[birds chirping]

♪

[weeping]

♪

♪

I don't want to be king, Mama.

[Victoria sighs]

I know, darling.

Come here.

♪

Do you know what destiny means?

It means that there is something in your life

you must do.

And my destiny and yours

is to rule this country.

[whispering]: Think of it as a little flame inside you.

Nothing can put it out, Bertie.

Vicky is better at numbers.

It doesn't matter.

Aunt Feo was better at everything than me.

But it is your destiny to be king.

[whispering]: I think you'll be a great one.

[bell tolling, birds squawking]

♪

[footsteps approaching]

I'm here.

And I've brought someone to give me away.

BRODIE: Let me not to the marriage of true minds...

Thank you, Brodie.

♪

VICAR: I, Nancy, take thee, Charles...

SKERRETT: I, Nancy, take thee, Charles

to be my wedded husband.

To have and to hold from this day forward.

With this ring I thee wed.

With my body I thee worship...

For richer for poorer,

in sickness and in health

to love, cherish,

and to obey

till death us do part.

VICAR: In the presence of God,

Charles and Nancy have given their consent,

and made their marriage vows to each other.

I therefore proclaim that they are husband and wife.

♪

[laughing]

I have to speak to the queen.

At once.

I can't just take you in to see the queen.

Why would she want to see you?

Where I come from, we speak as we find,

so you can believe me when I say

this is matter of life and death.

An agent?

Why would anyone do such a thing?

I think to make it look like the Chartists mean revolution.

And they don't?

All we want is the Charter, ma'am.

But if there are soldiers on the streets,

and-and cannons on every bridge,

then people get to thinking that it's a battle.

But you said the Chartists weren't violent.

If we're attacked we won't run away, ma'am!

[quietly]: You can't talk to the queen like that.

It's all right, Skerrett.

I don't think you meant to be rude.

No, ma'am.

[kisses hem]

I know you want what's best for your people, ma'am.

Every day there's a new reason why we cannot leave.

What if she's right, Albert?

And the guns were put there by somebody else?

Victoria, I know that this distresses you,

but who would do such a thing?

It makes no sense.

If someone wanted to discredit the Chartists, then...

Look at the facts!

On the one hand we have the story of a seamstress,

on the other hand we have rifles.

I think we have to accept the truth, Victoria,

however unwelcome it may seem.

[rustling objects]

[door opens]

My sister has always lived in a world of her own making.

When she was little I think she preferred

to talk to her dolls than to me,

because they would not answer back.

She wants to see the best in her people.

I cannot fault her for that.

♪

[bell tolling in the distance]

[knocks]

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪

♪

Men will be stationed on every bridge.

We cannot let these ruffians come near Parliament

or the palace.

The future of this country...

lies in your hands.

ALL: Huzzah! Huzzah! Huzzah!

Huzzah! Huzzah! Huzzah!

♪

[people chanting]

[horse whinnying]

♪

WELLINGTON: You will be traveling in the opposite direction

to the Chartists.

The prime minister and the foreign secretary

will accompany us to the bridge.

[crowd chanting]

Once you have crossed Waterloo Bridge,

we will make sure that no one comes the other way.

My troops have their orders.

The Chartists will not cross the river.

ALBERT: Waterloo Bridge.

I hope that is a good omen, Duke.

[scoffs]

I prefer an enemy in uniform, sir.

♪

[chanting]

♪

Why are there so many soldiers?

SOLDIER: Get away!

Go!

Let go of me!

♪

[horse whinny echoes]

[chanting continues]

[chanting blending with music, speeding up into a blur]

[breathing heavily]

Stop the carriage.

Albert, stop the carriage! [banging]

[gasps]

VICTORIA: Stop the carriage!

I need to get out.

♪

I have changed my mind, Duke.

A woman's prerogative, ma'am.

The Chartists must be able

to present their petition to Parliament.

WELLINGTON: I think that that is unwise, ma'am.

If we let them over the bridge, there will be no stopping them.

We don't know that, Duke.

PALMERSTON: But we do, ma'am.

How many rifles were found

at Kennington Hall?

Was it 400, or was it 500?

I assume that rifles are costly items, Duke?

I wonder then

how Chartists, who are working men,

could afford so many?

They are desperate men, ma'am.

Or perhaps the rifles were put there by somebody else?

What do you think, Lord Palmerston?

Are you familiar of the notion of Occam's razor, ma'am?

You have two ideas... one simple,

and the other based on a series of unlikely suppositions.

The simple theory is always

more likely to be true.

[quietly]: Victoria, please, let us go.

VICTORIA: You see,

I don't find it at all unlikely

that the rifles could have been put there by...

parties...

anxious to prove the Chartists guilty.

♪

The petition must go ahead.

As you wish, ma'am.

[quietly]: How the devil did she find out?

Perhaps you're not the only one with a popular touch, Henry.

♪

[clopping]

[indistinct distant shouting]

[indistinct singing, chanting]

♪

[singing, chanting continues]

♪

[indistinct chanting, shouting]

♪

[chanting continues]

♪

[chanting continues]

OFFICER: Take aim!

[rifles rustling, cocking]

Prepare to fire!

WELLINGTON: Sergeant.

Let them pass.

[exhales]

[officer shouting orders]

♪

OFFICER: Company!

Withdraw!

♪

♪

[train chugging]

BOTH: ♪ London Bridge is falling down ♪

♪ Falling down, falling down

♪

[train whistle blowing]

♪

[seagulls squawking]

♪

♪

I can't wait to see.

Mr. Penge's face when you tell him.

No, not a word.

I don't want anyone to know yet.

Not until the queen is safe.

A honeymoon in the Isle of Wight!

[chuckles]

♪

[children giggling, chatter]

BERTIE: Look!

VICKY: Coming, Bertie!

♪

[children's chatter continues]

VICKY: Look at this!

♪

[children giggling]

[quietly]: Come with me.

I want to show you something.

[children's chatter, giggling continues]

What is it?

It's Hercules, the hero,

being held in bondage by Queen Omphale.

So instead of killing lions...

he is... helping her spin.

♪

I bought it so I can lie in the bath

and then think of you.

But Osborne is your kingdom, Albert.

♪

Forgive me for disturbing you.

This came.

It's from the duke.

[paper rustling]

The Chartists delivered their petition...

without incident.

Then you were right, Liebes.

It seems the English people are not revolutionary...

I should have been there, Albert!

Excuse me.

I should have been there!

[Feo sighs, door slams]

She will feel better soon.

I hope so.

We can take care of her...

together.

♪

♪

[seagulls squawking]

♪

[waves crashing]

♪

[music pace quickens]

♪ Hallelujah

♪ Gloriana

♪ Hallelujah

♪ Gloriana, hallelujah

♪ Hallelujah.