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Yesterday morning,

at 2.41 a.m.

at Gen. Eisenhower's headquarters,

Gen. Jodl, the representative of the German High Command,

signed the act of unconditional surrender

of all German land, sea, and air forces in Europe.

Hostilities will end officially at one minute after midnight tonight,

Tuesday the 8th of May.

We may allow ourselves a brief period of rejoicing.

Today is Victory in Europe Day.

Long live the cause of freedom!

God save the King.

Ready?

Margaret, I'm not sure this is a good idea.

Come on, the war is over. We have to celebrate.

What if something goes wrong?

We'll have Porchey and Peter Townsend with us.

What could possibly go wrong?

We're escaping from the Palace!

Quick! Out the servants' door before anyone sees us!

- We can't just break out like this. - Oh, shush! Hurry up.

Come on, girls.

Oh, hold your noses!

Why?

It stinks of alcohol!

And sweat!

It smells of life!

Now, Green Park or Trafalgar Square?

I say the Ritz. It's where all the most elegant people go.

- And it's in Jeeves and Wooster. - Good plan. The Ritz it is.

- Shouldn't we be in sight of the Palace? - Why? So we can wave to Mummy and Papa?

Honestly, what's the matter with you? Can't you be irresponsible just once?

Margaret.

Margaret.

Oh!

Next week

is May the 8th.

Do you know, it's been over 50 years,

and we've never done anything to commemorate it?

What are you talking about?

As sovereign,

I attend VE Day celebrations every year.

No, I mean our VE Day.

It was quite a night.

Do you remember?

- Of course I remember. - We almost lost you.

And then we very much found you.

The real you.

The you that you gave up in order to be the other you.

Yes, all right.

Don't you miss her? She was so much fun!

♪ Oh, it ain't my fault ♪

♪ Oh, it ain't my fault ♪

And as I recall,

we swore to keep the events of that evening

secret.

Gin.

Well done.

Revenge?

I can't, I'm afraid.

Early start.

I'm expected in Clapham Junction first thing.

Whatever for?

Something to do with...

the local council's closed circuit television system.

- Do you not have anything tomorrow? - No.

But

Mustique soon.

At the weekend.

Good.

Why?

I always think that's where you're happiest.

Come on, dogs. Come on.

Green with lust And sick with shyness

Let me lick your lacquered toes

Gosh! Oh gosh, Your Royal Highness!

Put your finger...

...up my nose

John Betjeman was so mad for me

that his friend Maurice Bowra wrote this filthy poem about it.

Pin your teeth upon my dress

Plant my head with watercress

Only you can make me happy

Wrap me in a woolen nappy

Ma'am?

In...

In a plush and...

...plated pram

Wheel me round St. James', ma'am

Let your...

Ma'am?

Let your...

- Ma'am? - Is she all right?

Sleek and soft galoshes

Slide and slither on my skin

Let go!

Princess Margaret, Your Majesty.

Hello?

Margaret. What on earth happened?

I'm afraid I had a teeny, tiny stroke.

All a bit of a shock.

One minute, I'm in full flow at the Lawrences',

and the next minute, I'm in an air ambulance,

unable to... feel my arms and legs.

Where are you now?

In hospital.

In Barbados.

Right.

You poor thing.

The doctors

assure me I'm... going to be fine.

What? I can't hear you properly.

That's because my mouth is still numb.

I could bite off my own tongue, and I wouldn't feel a thing.

Are we bringing you home?

Yes, tomorrow, apparently. For... further tests.

And edible food.

With any luck.

I'm smiling

as I say that.

Not that you'd notice.

Well, goodbye, Lilibet.

See you tomorrow.

Oh.

I'm happy to say the stroke was relatively mild, ma'am,

and we ought to be able to treat the condition effectively

with just an aspirin a day to, uh, thin the blood,

along with statins to reduce your cholesterol

and atenolol to lower your blood pressure.

Righto.

But, uh... these alone will not be enough, ma'am,

to prevent the risk of a second, more serious stroke.

You will need to look more closely at your lifestyle.

And... make one or two modifications.

So,

no more Chesterfields.

No more whiskey.

No more sweet treats.

Just lemon barley water...

Mmm.

...nicotine gum,

and lots of

"rehabilitation exercises."

No, I'm not an invalid.

A flea and a fly in a flue

were imprisoned, so what could they do?

So they flew...

♪ If you had prepared 20 years ago ♪

♪ You wouldn't be wandering now From door to door ♪

- ♪ Why don't you do right? ♪ - I'm still alive!

- Ma'am. - ♪ Like some other men do? ♪

♪ Get out of here ♪

♪ And get me some money too ♪

♪ Why don't you do right? ♪

- ♪ Like some other men do? ♪ - Oh yes.

Mm.

Mmm... Mm-hmm. Mm. ♪ Like some other men do? ♪

♪ Like some other men do? ♪

Oh!

Oh.

Bad time? Good time?

Mm.

Honestly,

I take a nap, and everyone thinks I've kicked the bucket.

And now you arrive, unannounced, with anxious looks.

I just wanted to see how you are.

I'm well.

Thank you.

Of course you are.

But I do hope you're taking it easy.

And canceling official engagements?

Some of them, yes.

No need to cancel all of them.

You know how I hate an empty diary.

See?

There's that look again!

I'm fine, Lilibet.

Bouncing back, on the way up.

Not on the way out.

- Ma'am. - Thank you.

Hmm.

- Anne. - Ah.

- Your Royal Highness. - Mm.

Thank you.

I thought perhaps

a gentle stroll, nice siesta,

and then dinner on the terrace, just the two of us.

Stroll, yes.

But then I'd like a picnic on the beach with the whole gang,

cocktails at the Cotton Club, and dinner,

followed by general bacchanalia at Basil's.

I'm only here for two weeks.

I intend to make the most of it.

All right.

You're the boss.

I most

certainly am.

Ma'am?

Ma'am?

Ma'am? Can you hear me?

Ma'am? Help!

Thank you.

That's okay.

Yes.

The doctor saw instantly that I'd had another stroke,

but that, as it turns out, was the least of my problems.

Because even after he'd... stabilized me with a cocktail of drugs,

the soles of my feet were so burnt,

it meant I couldn't stand, never mind walk.

Then why didn't you come home sooner?

Because all manner of humiliating preparations

needed to be made.

The car had to be specially modified.

Handrails put all over the place

like a home for geriatrics.

I don't have handrails anywhere.

Now I'm back,

the doctors want to use leeches on my feet

as an... as an ant...

an ant...

anticoagulant.

Her voice is a little odd. What is she saying?

I think it was "anticoagulant."

They've given me these Velcro slippers instead of shoes.

Gone are the days of heels!

Gone are the days of feet, for that matter.

Why not try some gentle exercise?

You could use the Palace pool. Exercise can help with moods too.

I'd rather die than do exercise.

And,

seeing as I'm going to be dead soon anyway,

I thought I might as well go out with a bang.

It's my 70th birthday this year,

and I've decided I want to celebrate it with a nice, big party.

What?

At the Ritz.

Because we love the Ritz. Don't we, Lilibet?

Do we?

We do.

We have such special memories.

♪ Oh, it ain't my fault ♪

♪ Oh, it ain't my fault ♪

Have I missed something?

Look at how I'm dressed. Do you think they will let us in?

Of course. Just tell them who you are.

That is the one thing I am not going to do.

Then you're going to have to bat your eyelids a little.

Go on.

Evening, miss. Through you go!

- Ah... - Oh. Uh...

- I... - Only pulling your leg, sir.

- Thank you. - In you go.

Will you look at that.

Well, what do we do now?

Dive in, I suppose.

- Miss. - Yes, please.

Cheers, big ears.

Cheers!

I'm going to put this in the cloakroom.

- Oh, let me escort you. - No need.

Hello, miss.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

- Pass you that. - Thanks.

Whoa.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Sorry. Have a nice evening.

Wait. Don't go up there.

Come with us.

Way more fun.

I wouldn't go down there if I were you.

Americans.

Ever heard of the jitterbug?

- I know about the doodlebug. - It's a dance.

Banned here. And with good reason.

- It comes from Harlem. - From where?

A ghetto. In New York.

Wait.

Don't I recognize you?

No, I don't think so.

Right.

I'll be off.

- Will you make my apologies? - I will.

And wish the birthday girl a very happy birthday.

I will.

You taking anyone?

Anne. And Porchey will be there.

Ah. Good old Porchey.

Yes, good old Porchey.

Always good company, never lets one down.

Is everything all right?

Sorry.

I just find myself worrying about Margaret all the time.

Oh, well, hasn't it always been like that?

- Yes. - Hm.

I suppose it has.

Mm.

Sorry, ma'am.

Mm.

Go on.

Margaret!

- Do you need a hand, ma'am? - I'm all right.

- How are you feeling now, ma'am? - Have you recovered, Your Royal Highness?

Are you still smoking cigarettes, ma'am?

How are you feeling?

- I just wish you were there. - Yeah, I know.

Thank you all for coming this evening.

As you know,

I've spent much of my time recently lying in hospital beds

or sitting in wheelchairs,

staring out of windows at that

little patch of blue that prisoners call the sky.

But

one thing that...

throughout it all sustained me.

- Memories. - Mm.

As it turns out, I have

rather fond memories of quite a few evenings at the Ritz...

...that I'd like to share with you.

One, in particular,

comes to mind,

when a very different side

of the young Princess Elizabeth was revealed.

And I'm sure everyone would love to hear about that.

Yes, they would, Lilibet,

which is why I'm telling it.

It would miss the point entirely of why we're all here tonight.

To celebrate you.

Hear, hear.

As a child, I felt sorry for children who didn't have a brother or a sister.

From the day she was born,

Margaret Rose has been my constant companion.

Rarely able to see other children, we relied on one another, and,

like Juno's swans, we were inseparable.

We... we shared a room,

wore the same clothes, enjoyed the same activities.

In particular,

managing our collection of wooden horses on wheels...

...that we would groom and water and race.

True.

And whenever we got into trouble,

Margaret would blame everything on her imaginary friend, Cousin Halifax.

Oh, yes, I would.

No, there really wasn't anything Cousin Halifax wouldn't do.

Sounding the air raid bell to wake the guards.

Hiding the gardener's tools. He really was very mischievous.

It's not always easy,

growing up in a family where one person has to wear the crown,

being the number two.

But Margaret has been my ally, day in, day out.

And that is the person I wanted to tell you about tonight.

Not the dazzling, you all know that already.

But the dutiful.

Never wavering.

My lifelong companion and support

without whom...

well...

it would be unimaginable.

Dearest Margaret...

many happy returns.

Happy birthday, Margaret.

- Happy birthday, Margaret. - Happy birthday.

I don't know whether to be touched or cross.

Why?

I've always wanted to sing your praises in public.

Well,

it was both uncalled for

and rather thrilling.

Everyone is being so nice.

One should be seriously ill more often.

Listen to that cough. You haven't started smoking again?

No, of course not.

That was

Cousin Halifax.

Good night, Lilibet.

Good night.

Mm.

Oh...

Oh...

Oh...

Mm...

Mm...

Hello, you.

Mm.

And... goodbye, you.

Stop it.

We'll have you up and out of here in no time.

No.

I'm afraid it's... serious this time.

I can feel it.

Or can't feel it, more like.

I can't feel anything.

Or see anything.

My body's...

deserting me, one limb at a time.

The doctors tell me you aren't eating.

I'm

really not hungry.

Well, I brought you these.

Your favorite.

Jam tarts.

Now you're talking.

And...

a very pretty

walking stick.

For when you're back on your feet.

We're on the air with a special program

to bring you an update on the appalling and incredible events

that were played out today in the United States.

A day when terrorists struck at the very heart

of the world's most powerful country.

A day of unimaginable chaos and confusion.

A day when untold thousands were feared dead.

The terrorists' weapons, four hijacked passenger planes.

Two crashed with awful effect into the World Trade Center in New York,

the third into the Pentagon in Washington,

the fourth in Pennsylvania.

America spends billions of dollars every year

gathering and assessing intelligence reports

to prevent attacks like these...

"A San Francisco husband

slept through his wife's call from the World Trade Center."

"She left her last message to him on the answering machine."

"There was really only one thing left for her to say. 'I love you.'"

"She said it over and over before the line went dead."

"And then

oblivion."

So sad.

And such terrible news about Lord Carnarvon too.

Porchey?

Why? What's happened?

He collapsed while he was watching the news.

Heart attack.

Poor Jean.

Poor you too.

He was such a special friend.

He would bring horse news, which is the only news I ever really want to hear.

Used to hold up his mobile phone when horse bidding was underway

so I could hear the action.

He was devoted to you.

And now all those closest to you are abandoning you one by one.

What are you talking about?

Porchey.

Yes.

Mummy. Soon.

Yes.

- Me. - Don't you dare.

It's the truth.

I'm not thrilled about it. In fact, I'm furious about it.

I'm not ready to leave this particular party.

But we need to discuss it.

I've written a very detailed plan for my funeral.

You know what a planner I am.

And I want your reassurance that it will go exactly as I intend.

Mm.

I want to wear my flower dress,

not some horrid black thing.

And please don't let them put red lipstick on me.

For the chapel, I want roses and tulips,

and I want the finale to Swan Lake

playing on the organ as people arrive.

And one more thing.

Very important.

Yes, of course.

Promise me

that I will actually be dead when they close the coffin.

Oh, for...

Oh, Mar...

"'Bertie, old egg, ' said young Eustace."

"'Fancy meeting you here.'"

"'The one man in London who can support us in the style we're accustomed to.'"

"'Oh, by the way, you've never met old Dog-Face, have you?'"

"'Dog-Face, this is my cousin Bertie.'"

Hm.

Is this silly?

No, it's wonderful. Go on.

"'What are you doing in London?' I asked."

"'Oh, buzzing round. We're just up for the day."

"'Flying visit, strictly unofficial.'"

"'We oil back on the 3:10.'"

"'We oil back on the 3:10.'"

"'And now, touching on that lunch you very decently volunteered to stand us,

which shall it be? Ritz, Savoy, Carlton?'"

Ritz, please.

Because we love the Ritz, don't we?

Honestly! You and The Ritz.

No!

You and The Ritz.

If people don't know about that night, they'll never fully understand.

How irresponsible I was?

The scale of the sacrifice you've made.

How much of your true self you've locked up.

Hidden away.

You caused... havoc that night.

It was the end of the war.

Now...

you rest.

You came.

Actually, I'm with friends upstairs. I really should go.

Why?

Down here is the place to be.

And why is that?

Because down here, there's no rank or background.

Just music.

Well, in that case...

♪ Well, no, it ain't my fault ♪

♪ I said, no, it ain't my fault ♪

♪ Hell no, it ain't my fault ♪

♪ You blamer, I blame her It ain't my fault ♪

Let's go!

♪ Oh, it ain't my fault ♪

♪ Said, no, it ain't my fault ♪

♪ Well, no, it ain't my fault ♪

♪ You blamer, I blame her It ain't my fault ♪

All right!

♪ No, it ain't my fault ♪

♪ Lord, no, it ain't my fault ♪

♪ I said, no, it ain't my fault ♪

♪ You blamer, I blame her It ain't my fault ♪

...a string.

And all the chaps had a little bit of...

You two haven't seen Elizabeth, have you?

Stop worrying about her. She never does anything irresponsible.

She's been a long time. I'm going to look for her.

I'll come with you, Porchey.

All right, wait for me.

♪ Oh no, it ain't my fault ♪

Whoo!

♪ Hell no, it ain't my fault ♪

♪ No, it ain't my fault ♪

♪ You blamer, I blame her It ain't my fault ♪

♪ Oh no, it ain't my fault... ♪

Come on, Porchey. Let's get her out of here.

No, don't!

Leave her.

Look how happy she is!

♪ You blamer, I blame her It ain't my fault ♪

♪ Well, no, no, no, it ain't my fault ♪

♪ Well, no, no, no, no It ain't my fault ♪

♪ You blamer, I blame her It ain't my fault ♪

♪ You blamer, I blame her It ain't my fault ♪

Thank you.

♪ Fault ♪

You dark horse.

Who'd have known you could jive.

There must have been 50 men chasing you out.

- Don't exaggerate. - What?

I said don't exaggerate.

It's hard to talk.

When you're sloshed?

When you're chewing gum.

When did you get that?

Well, I'm not sure.

I think it might have come after a kiss.

- Lilibet! - Well, I didn't intend to kiss him.

It's just what everyone else was doing, and I didn't want to be rude.

I think Porchey might have seen and got a bit cross.

Oh dear.

Look.

The blossom's out.

Yes.

The sun is rising.

What will this future hold

for us all?

Aren't you coming?

We can join Mummy and Papa for breakfast.

I'm afraid not.

But I will always... be by your side.

No matter what.

♪ Couldn't sleep ♪

♪ And wouldn't sleep ♪

♪ When love came and told me I shouldn't sleep ♪

♪ Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered ♪

♪ Am I ♪

♪ Lost my heart, but what of it? ♪

♪ He is cold, I agree ♪

♪ I agree ♪

♪ He can laugh ♪

- ♪ But I love it ♪ - ♪ I love you ♪

- ♪ Although the laugh's on me ♪ - ♪ On me ♪

♪ I'll sing to him ♪

♪ Each spring to him ♪

♪ And long for the day When I'll cling to him ♪

♪ Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered ♪

♪ Am I ♪