All language subtitles for The Windsors s01e07.eng

The British people need someone to
look up to.

They think you're ridiculous.

If I'm so ridiculous, how come
I've got these medals?

Give the people of Britain
a referendum...

on the abolition of the monarchy.

They all want you to be
the next king.

Skip a generation!

Let's put the wealth back into
the Commonwealth,

and the gland back into Eng-gland.

Those two haven't seen
the last of us.

I can't believe the general public
don't want me to be king.

What do you expect? To them you're
just a dithery bloke with big ears.

Mick Jagger and Rod Stewart
think I'm great.

Only because you gave them
knighthoods.

That's totally irrelevant.

They're anti-Establishment rebels
who don't give a fig for convention.

Well, what do you think it's like
for me?

I was going to rule this land with
an icy fist

and plunge it into
an eternal winter.

I've got my Christmas list
to finish.

Out of the way, plebs!

Now, you did remember -

joke presents for the adults,
proper presents for the kids?

Oh, yes. That's why I got Camilla
this hat.

Oh, she'll love it. And what have
you got baby Charlotte?

A 16-bedroom mansion in Berkshire.

Perfect.

Look, Wills - it's your people.

Hi, guys.

Merry Christmas. You're so normal,

despite being inherently better
than us!

Of course. We're just like you.

Now, do you have a present for us?

This is Westminster Abbey. I made it
entirely out of matchsticks.

Oh, it's wonderful. Ooh!

Sorry.

That's all right,
Your Royal Highness.

I'll make you another.
No, I like this one.

Here we are - Sandringham.

Never quite as Christmassy
as I remember it.

Who is there,
and state your business?

It's us, Auntie Anne -
Wills and Kate.

We've come for Christmas!

Have you?

Auntie Anne?

So good to be here.

I can't remember the last time
we had a break.

I think it was six days ago
in Mustique.

We've got everything we need to make
this the best Christmas ever.

Except one thing, Eugenie - Daddy.

Leave it out, Bea. We've got no way
of getting hold of him.

I sent him a letter.
Addressed to where?

All the countries on Amnesty's
abuse of human rights letters.

That's brilliant.

Mummy!

Hello, girls.

Oh, girls, wasn't it nice of Charles
to invite me this year?

He's probably seen the quiet dignity
you use to flog your juicers

on the shopping channel.

Yes, and finally realised I'm not
trading on my royal connections

with my Duchess of York
Right Royal Juicer.

"Make every breakfast
fit for a queen."

Oh, Mummy, if you hadn't married
into the royal family,

you'd probably be a top-flight
businesswoman

with your own
international cooperation by now.

No, girls, YOU'LL be the ones to
smash through the glass ceiling,

for all women.

Oh, no!

I forgot my hair straighteners!

Anne!

Got the tree up?
Shall I put a few more baubles on?

It's already fully decorated.

The Queen isn't here this year,
Catherine, so...

Anne, as I said before, please,
call me Kate - it's friendlier.

Yes, I recall the conversation well,
Catherine.

Now, the Queen isn't here this year
so Camilla...

Yes, I know about the Queen,

which is why I thought I might
run things this year.

What's all this? Yes, that's right.

You deserve a rest at your age.

Forgive me, Kate. Do you really
think your gypsy heritage

equips you for a task of this size?

Christmas lunch at Sandringham
isn't the same as

frying up a squirrel
on a caravan stove.

I'll manage. Don't forget, my
family's business is party planning.

No, I'll never forget that.

Well, that's settled, then.

You know, you SHOULD be in charge.

And, as such,
you should have the choicest room -

the Queen Mother's suite.

But that room is... Anne,

she wants to be mistress this year

so she should have
the mistress's room.

Well, maybe that does make sense,
because I'm going to make

this Christmas the jolliest one
Sandringham has ever seen.

And with Anne to help you,
I'm almost certain you'll succeed.

What are you doing here?

You said I could come.

Not to the house!

Do you really think I'd have YOU
in the house?

You? In the house?

But I brought you a juicer.

If I'd wanted a juicer, don't you
think I'd have bought it myself?

Have you no idea
how much money I've got?

Where are the girls and I
going to stay?

In the stables.

This is a bit odd.

Oh, my God, Harry, this isn't a
celebrity charity auction at all!

This is a soup kitchen.

No, I don't know.
Isn't that Bob Geldof?

Your Highness, thanks so much for
coming down.

It'll mean so much to the guys.

Let's get you a ladle.

They actually think we're going to
serve soup!

It's... Yeah, no, sorry,
we've got to go, because...

..we've got to go. Oh.

Well, we could stay for an hour.

So, who are you?

I'm Ellie. Ellie Goulding.

What ARE you doing?!

No fires to be lit till
after six o'clock.

Just thought I'd warm the place up
a bit.

If you're cold, I suggest you wear
these - Prince Albert's long johns.

So, where are Gran and Grandad
this year?

There's a card from Grandpapa
on the mantelpiece.

"Dear fuckers,

"It's too bastard cold.

"We've fucked off to that Polynesian
island where I'm worshipped as a god.

"If anything comes up, say I've got
another urinary tract infection.

"Fuck off. Grandad."

Look, Dad, I'm sorry they made me
the next in line instead of you,

but it was a referendum and we must
respect the public's decision.

The public voted Angels by Robbie
Williams as the best song of all time -

what does that say about the public?

They're cretins - that's what!

They are not! Take
the recent EU referendum.

The great British public considered
the question from every angle -

the loss in GDP, the decline
in overseas investment,

the collapse in sterling.

They didn't just say, "We don't like
Polish people," and vote to leave.

Well, everyone in the village wants
me to be king.

You own that village.

Technically you still
have the medieval right

to have sex with any woman there.
Yes...technically.

Give me one good reason
why I shouldn't be king.

All right, you're arrogant,
you're self-absorbed,

and you never listen.

So you're saying I'm too handsome
to be king?

No, you never listen!

The people didn't want you,
they wanted me -

someone modern and in touch.

I am in touch!

I'm going to listen to The Goons.

George III!

Yes! Do you like my wig?

Um, yeah.

I don't think it's very convincing,

but I am also the ghost of Christmas
past and I'm here to show you

that your father should be king.

I can't let Dad be king -
he's too flawed.

Well, we all are,
to a certain extent - even me.

Oh, yeah, you're the king
who lost America, aren't you?

That's right. It's a very backward
little country.

Nothing ever came of it, did it?

No, no, not really.

Good. Now...

..let us pay a visit to your
father's Christmas past.

Stop it, both of you.

Dad? Dad!

I'm afraid he can't hear you.

What on earth's this about? He said
I'd never make it as a show-jumper!

And she said I'd never make it as a
semi-respectable businessman!

You'll both make it in your
respective fields.

That's why I've baked you
these organic biscuits.

Anne, yours is in the shape
of a pony. Ooh!

Andrew, yours is a surface-to-air
missile system.

Now, shake hands.

So he wasn't arrogant or self-absorbed,
and he did listen to people?

What happened?
You're about to find out.

Why are you still here,
you jug-eared loser?

Daddy!

The bus to Gordonstoun is here.

Now, get on it!

Goodbye, old friend.

You see, it was Gordonstoun that,
er...

What's the phrase? It's on the tip
of my tongue...

Fucked him up. It's very sad,

but it doesn't mean he's going to
make a good king.

But all those excellent qualities
are still there.

Then why did the people choose me?

And are you really the best judge?
You were mad for ten years.

Yes, but I'm not mad now, as my
physician will no doubt tell you.

Um, there's no physician there.

If I had a shilling for every time
someone said that to me...

Good luck.

Come on, girls. It's not that bad.

We can make Christmas decorations
out of straw.

Any news from Dad?

Girls, you know that Christmas is an
international arms dealer's busiest time.

It'd take a miracle
to get him here now.

There is one more thing we could do.

Release a song online called
Daddy, Come Home For Christmas.

I've already written it.

This is good, Bea.

Really good.

Christmas!

And...upload.

Gosh, that was Christmassy.

Did you touch this? I was cold.

22 degrees?

This is the master thermostat
for the whole of Sandringham

and it's never been set above
nine degrees, ever.

But in the outside world, 22 degrees
is just room temperature.

I've no interest in
the outside world.

Now, I'll trouble you
for your clothes.

What? For the incinerator.

It's all written down.

But why is it in German?

Because we ARE German.

Each outfit to be worn
to one event only.

But why? Because the Queen Mother
willed it.

I see. Well, my minibus of clothes
is arriving any minute.

I'll get changed, then.

This is the Queen Mother's room,
exactly as she left it.

Nothing must be disturbed.

The cocktail shaker.

On quiet nights, I almost think
I can hear her mixing a gin martini

and then ten minutes later
stumbling into something.

She sounds like a wonderful woman.

Oh, she was.

Just think what she could have
achieved

had she not been taken from us
far too soon

at just 101.

I'll take these to the incinerator.

Bad news, I'm afraid.

Your minibus of clothes
seems to have crashed into

a propane gas tanker.

Quite the inferno -
there's nothing left.

Goodness! Is the driver all right?

I didn't ask. The point is,

you've got nothing to wear for the
lunch you're serving

in less than an hour.

I should stop Anne from incinerating
my last dress.

No. Incinerating clothes is one of
Anne's few pleasures.

Good luck.

I'm sure you'll cook up a storm.

I wonder what's taking Kate so long.

Yes, I hope it's not proving
too much.

But she was so keen to cook.

If only it was something more in her
skill set, like fortune-telling.

Not late, am I?

That's a...different sort of dress.

I made it from the curtains.

Those are the Queen Mother's
favourite curtains.

No-one has favourite curtains.

SHE did. She had a lot of time on
her hands.

Well, I, for one,
think Kate looks wonderful.

Really? Yes.

Certainly not like someone who's
about to break down

more spectacularly
than British Home Stores.

There's something burning.
The lunch!

It's so satisfying,
putting something back.

Yeah. So I've decided to take time
away from the music industry.

Just as well, really, cos
your career's in the shitter.

Harry, we should go.

I'll stay.

Pippa's not as into charity as I am.

Yes, I am. Why do you think I
do all those triathlons?

To keep your bum in shape
and meet fit blokes.

My boyfriend's joking, of course.

I say boyfriend, I mean fiance.

Oh, now I recognise you,
you're Pippa Middleton.

It must be great having a sister
like Kate, so kind and pretty.

Oh, Pippa's sort of pretty.

What?!

Well, you're more sexy, aren't you?

And you look a bit dirty.

Do you want your Christmas bonus?

Right, jobs -

Harry, let's have
you serving the food.

Oh, awesome. And Pippa,

would you mind emptying
the chemical toilets

and giving them a bit of a scrub?

You fucking what?

Yes, it's just these
guys can be a bit gung ho

when it comes to using the toilet.

Bless them.

How are you getting on?

Badly. Where are all the servants?

Oh, I thought you wanted to do it
all on your own so I sent them home.

I could fetch them back but
by now they'll be...

very drunk.

Why isn't there even a dishwasher?

Anne would never allow it.

She has electromagnetic
hypersensitivity.

Sometimes I think you don't
want me to make this

the best Christmas ever.

Kate, you're sounding a
little paranoid.

We're family.

Yes, I suppose.

That's better.

Now, what are you serving
the carollers tonight?

Carollers?!
Yes, it's on the list.

The lumpen oafs from the village
come a-carolling every Christmas Eve

and we served them mince pies
and pastries and samosas -

anything beige, really.

But I just haven't got the time.

Why don't you look under there?

There might be something
that can help.

Oh, and of course you will
need another outfit.

Good luck.

Ah!

So, Harry, what are you
up to tomorrow?

Erm.

With the rellies.

You know, I used to love Christmas
Day but I keep getting clothes now.

It used to be toys.

You? The council won't let us
use this site tomorrow.

I've just got to find somewhere
for these guys to eat.

Well, bring them to ours.

What?! Well, I wouldn't
want to impose.

Yes, that's a terrible idea.

You wouldn't be imposing.

I insist.

Guys, how does Christmas lunch
with the royal family sound?

Hey-hey!

God bless the house of Windsor.

That's settled, then.

Oh, and Pippa, I made you
a nice cup of Rosie Lee.

I know what you're doing, Ellie,

because I've done it before
and twice as well,

so you can take
your cup of Rosie Lee

and shove it up your arse.

12 words. It's a book.

First word 'the'. The Royal Society
of British Architects' Guide

To Traditional Neoclassical
Architecture.

How did you get that?

Wild stab in the dark.

Hello. Uncle Edward!

And you've come dressed as Father
Christmas for the children.

Oh, no, no, I've come
straight from work.

I'm Santa at Debenhams, King's Lynn.

Good for you. God, I'm really
looking forward to Christmas.

I haven't eaten for two days.

What?

I mean, since breakfast.

Edward, we're playing charades.

Yes, please!

So it's true.

You are playing charades.

I'm the only one in this family
who ever does any work.

Well, perhaps if you had a bit of
fun occasionally, you wouldn't

turn up to all your engagements
with a face like a slapped arse.

As you well know,

my face looks like a slapped arse as
a result of a miserable personality.

Besides, being a royal isn't
supposed to be fun.

But weren't you on
A Question Of Sport?

Well, look where that led.

Emlyn Hughes touched me
inappropriately.

Imagine, a common
defensive midfielder

touching me, the Princess Royal.

But even now, I can't
stop thinking about him.

No charades.

Not to worry. Let's go for a walk.

I'll tell you about the time Roger
Federer said I was the best tennis

player in the world. Wow.

Not in so many words,
but it's what he was thinking.

George III.

That's right. You named your
little boy George, didn't you?

Was that after me? Actually we
named him after George Clooney.

We both really liked Ocean's Twelve.

Oh. But I'm glad you're here.

I still don't think Dad would
make a better king than me.

Well, you're not looking
hard enough.

He just said he was the best tennis
player in the world.

Right, I think it's time you took
a look at your father's Christmas

future, young man.

Where are we?

The Big Brother Diary Room.

See how the years have ravaged him.

It's like a ploughman has taken a
team of oxen and a harrow

to his face.

I feel like Brian Harvey's trying
to exclude me from the group

because he thinks I fancy
Kimberley Walsh.

But we're just friends.

And how does that
make you feel, Prince Charles?

Pretty gloomy, actually.

We're living in
each other's pockets.

Why's he in here?

It's the only way he can
make a living.

In the future,
he's just a minor royal.

Prince Charles,
your nominations, please.

I hate to do this.

Duffy...

and Martin Amis.

Even if his future is horrible,

it doesn't mean he has the first
idea about people's needs

and aspirations.

Really? So why, when you were young,
do you think that he baked you this?

The helicopter-shaped
Cornish biscuit!

I remember.

George III?

Girls,

which dress do you think I should
wear for Christmas Eve supper?

It doesn't matter, does it, Mummy?

We're not invited.

We're eating assorted grains
out of a bucket.

Daddy would never have
stood for this.

Do you think it's possible
our song was shit?

Ahead of its time, maybe, but shit?

No. Getting a bit cold,
isn't it, girls?

What's that?

It's a helicopter.

Bea...look.

It's Pa!

Happy Christmas, everyone.

You're number one in
Azerbaijan, by the way.

Amazeballs!

And this is for you.

Well, open it, you silly moo.

All right.

It's a joke.

Oh, yeah, it's really funny, Andy.

It's all right now, girls,
Mummy's eyesight's coming back.

Who's coming out with me
to the big house, then?

Yeah!

It's a Christmas miracle.

Dad, I've got you a present.

Is this a joke?

No.

It's your Prince of Wales crown.

Papa, I want you to be the next
in line again.

So it's me first

and then you?
Just like it should be.

Oh, my boy.

This is the best present
a chap could have.

I love you, Dad.

So what made you change your mind?

Pity. Oh.

And this biscuit. Oh.

But mainly pity. Oh.

Still.

My precious.

My precious!

Oh.

It's you.

Kate, the carollers are here.

God, I haven't been here in years.

Charles won't mind me being
here, will he?

Fergie.

Now look here, Charlie boy...

Merry Christmas, one and all!
Way-hay!

# Deck the halls with
boughs of holly

# Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la la-la

Who says Christmas at Sandringham
can't be fun?

And we're number one in Azerbaijan!

Hey-hey! Happy Christmas!

Is that a shower curtain?

I've made a selection
of beige nibbles.

Partridge satay, crunchy crab
parcels and hedgehog vol-au-vents.

Take a serviette.

I mean, napkin.

Don't just stand there, dive in!

Three per person.

And don't forget,
if you're having the satay,

use the peanut dipping sauce.

I'm allergic to peanuts.

Just eat it!

There's a fire in the kitchen!

Someone's plugged
in a microwave oven.

The house can't take it.

It's only wired to take two amps,

in total.
I thought it would be quicker.

Did you?

Oh, Kate...

We've all been avoiding the truth
because we love her so much.

Darling, you're wearing normal
clothes again. That's great.

Yeah. I had to drive all the way to
Harrods to get some.

How nice of them to open up
specially for you?

They didn't. I had to put a brick
through the window.

Oh, no! You put yourself under too
much strain. It's just lunch.

Just lunch? Just lunch?!

Have you the faintest idea what goes
into making a Christmas lunch?!

Ya - isn't it just putting a big
chicken in the oven?

No. There's the bread sauce, the
cranberry sauce,

the special gypsy sauce, two
different types of stuffing,

and that's before you even
get to the parsnips!

My mistake.

Can you just put the knife down?

What?!

Oh!

I'm sorry!

I've got to go. But just, you know,
try and calm down a bit.

The sprouts!

Nothing beats a Christmas morning
swim in an icy lake.

Ha-ha-ha-ha!
Well, maybe a Margarita.

So, future king again, eh?

Yes. Before long I'll be having
those weekly PM-monarch meetings

with Theresa May. I do hope she
doesn't try anything on.

You know I'm catnip to the ladies.

Yes. How will she control herself

Dad - the BBC accidentally
taped Strictly Come Dancing

over the Queen's Christmas speech,
and she's not here to do it again.

What are you saying?

Well, you're
going to have to do the speech.

Live.
Excellent.

I've always wanted to deliver the
Christmas message.

You've always wanted to set fire to
the Tate Modern -

doesn't mean it's a good idea.

And you've got nothing prepared.
I'll just wing it.

After all, everyone I meet thinks
everything I say is wonderful.

That's face-to-face.

These people will be in their own
homes, taking the mickey,

making sarcastic remarks,
doing impressions of you.

Oh, don't be absurd.

What could they possibly find to do
an impression of?

Fe fe, fe fe, yeugh.

Come back to bed, Andy.

In a minute.

Oh, get up, Bates!

It's a joke!

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas, girls!

We made breakfast.
Oh, yum.

But before you tuck in,

let me give you your present.

Fucking hell, Bea, he's going to pop
the question!

I've been with many women, Fergs,
and caught many unpleasant diseases,

some of which are still in
their dormant stage,

but penicillin can't cure the
disease I caught off you.

Love.
Oh!

Fergie -

will you marry me?

Don't know.
What?!

You've broken so many promises in
the past,

not just to the Board of Trade
regarding your conduct abroad,

but to me.
I've changed, Fergie!

The Board of Trade have given
me a second chance!

Won't you?

Oh, Andy, of course I will!

Oh!
Agh!

Oh, Andy!

Ellie.

And I brought my guitar.

Oh, lucky us!

I could teach you how to make
a chord with your fingers.

Oh, Harry doesn't need any help with
his fingering.

And hasn't your fret been fingered
already by everyone from Ed Sheeran

to Dougie from McFly?

That's true, but when a fret's been
fingered as many times as mine has,

it gets looser and easier to play.

Oh, no-one doubts it's loose.

I made you a CD of some of my
favourite Christian rock songs.

Oh, right, I'll definitely
listen to that.

I'll just go and find a...

..a bin.

And I thought we might have got off
on the wrong foot yesterday.

So, this is for you.

It's some poems I wrote about
flowers.

Oh, thank you, Ellie,
that is so sweet of you.

I've got you all wrong.

What are you doing?
I've got a poem for you.

Stay away from my fiance or I'll
fuck you up so bad,

even your own mother
won't recognise you.

Er, who are this lot, then?

You invited them yesterday
at the soup kitchen.

Oh. Could have done.

I was very drunk.

Now, let's get you a cup of
something warm.

Harry?
Yeah.

Could you give me a hand?

Erm, yeah.

Oh, it's like that, is it?

Well, I invented pretending to be
nice to get men.

Oh, hello, you, what's your name?

I don't know, I lost my memory.

Really? Come on, let me show you
the way to the bathroom,

get you nice and disinfected.

What the hell's going on?

Harry invited them.
They're homeless.

She's not, though, in case the hair
and clothes confuse you.

Seven extra mouths to feed?

Well, I'm sure Kate can cope.

Can't wait to tell her.

I should like to talk to you today

about 15th century
Tuscan architecture.

You're a bit stiff.
You've got to connect with people.

Let me show you.
Oh...

Hi. Do you know the most important
thing a person can be?

No, not king.

A parent. I remember when we had
baby Charlotte -

we could have gone somewhere fancy,

but chose to have her in a normal
hospital that only cost ?5,000.

A night.

See? Keep it relatable.

Right, and then go on to
Tuscan architecture.

No.

Maybe work-life balance?

Since I rejoined the air ambulance,

I've found it very hard squaring
being a dad...

with my 20 hours a week
flying helicopters,

plus doing up to
one royal duty a month,

and finding time to watch
Homes Under The Hammer.

God, you
sound like a bloody social worker.

Hi. Just thought I'd pop in to say,
"Have fun out there".

Energy, energy, energy.

Edward, are you directing the speech
this year?

Well, I did use to run my own TV
company, which would still

be solvent if I hadn't made a series
of catastrophic creative decisions.

So, you're in safe hands.

What's this for?
It goes with the turkey.

I'm doing Jamie's Well Pukka
Right Banging Eat-It-You-Slag

Christmas dinner.
Turkey?!

At Sandringham, we always have carp.

Carp?
It's part of our German heritage.

Carp schnitzel mit crispy spaetzler
- and all the trimmings.

All this will have to be
incinerated.

It was all written down.

I see.

But where am I going to find a carp
on Christmas Day?

You'd better take this as well -

the ice on the lake can be quite
thick in places.

Oh, and you know how big-hearted
Harry is.

There'll be seven extra for lunch.

Yeah! Yeah! Can't wait!

The wedding's set for Feb, and then
the fun really begins!

He's talking about the honeymoon.

That's when I begin funnelling my
earnings into Switzerland via Fergs,

ready for the new financial year!

Yeah!

Daddy's only marrying Mummy for tax
reasons! We've got to tell her.

No! She'll be gutted.

And anyway, what's so wrong in
getting married to avoid tax?

Eugenie, when I get married, I
want it to be for the right reasons

- for love and sexual gratification!

# Kumbaya, my lord, kumbaya,

# Oh, lord, kumbaya. #

OK, everyone, there's orange and
lemon squash on the table,

and for those of you who don't have
alcohol issues,

there's a big bottle of Scotch
in the corner.

I've got it! I've got it!

You know, Ellie, you were
wonderful. So were you.

Let's have a Christian hug.
OK.

What the fuck are you doing?

Oh, Pippa,
it's not what it looks like.

I've told you enough times to
keep your mitts to yourself,

but you couldn't, could you,
you little slut?!

If you keep insulting me like this,
I'll...

What? Bake me a cake?

No.

Ooh!

I don't want a lot for Christmas,
there is just one thing I need,

I don't care about no presents
underneath the Christmas tree

I just want you for my own,
more than you could ever know

Make my wish come true

You can fight. When your act's as
bad as mine, you have to.

You know, the first time your daddy
and I got married,

we were too young.

And now I just think
we're ready for it, and, erm,

that's why I've decided to put him in
charge of all my financial affairs.

Mummy, I have to tell you something.

So, Mummy - what was your first
wedding like?

It was an amazing feeling, you know,

being on the balcony with 100,000
people chanting, "Kiss!"

Although there was one man
shouting, "Show us your tits."

And that man was your father,
and that's why I love him.

I'm sorry, lunch seems to be a
little late.

I did fear it would be
too much for Kate.

Everyone, please enjoy my
traditional German Christmas lunch!

Oh, there you are!

Darling, that looks amazing!

Well done.

But I can't stay.
What?!

I've just spent all day cooking it!

I know, but it's just food, and I've
got to work on dad's speech.

I'll grab some toast later.

Toast?!

Mmm.
Good beef rouladen.

And a superb schweinebraten mit
gemuse. Sehr gut.

Just a minute.

That's not carp schnitzel mit crispy
spaetzle.

No, I couldn't catch a carp,

so it's pike schnitzel mit crispy
spaetzle.

The menu was quite clear,

and she knew that when
she took this on.

But surely, pike schnitzel mit
crispy spaetzle will do?!

DO?! No, it won't do!

The Queen Mother will be spinning
in her vast mausoleum!

It's carp or nothing!

But I can't go back in that lake.

I can't! It was so cold!

All this will have to be
incinerated!

No!
Kate, you're becoming hysterical.

No, I'm not!

You lot sit around eating this
crispy spaetzle shit!

Well, what's wrong with a massive
tin of Quality Street

and a bottle of Diet fucking Coke?!

Enough!

Oh, dear. I'm sure she didn't mean
what she was saying

when she insulted
everything you hold dear.

Perhaps you should take her
for a lie-down.

Yes.
A lie-down.

Yes, a lie-down would be nice.

That'll teach you to waltz into our
family with your common touch

and your Zara tops.

All set.

Ready when you are. Ya - should
the camera be pointing at Dad?

OK, let's go with that.

OK, Dad, it's all up on
the teleprompter.

Any last-minute advice?

Just don't declare war on the EU.

Ha!

Action!

People of Earth...

I mean, people of Great Britain
and the Commonwealth -

what a year it's been.
Smile for emphasis.

The time has come for us to unite
and make Brexit a success.

We British have left Europe behind,

as we Windsors once left behind
the name Saxe-Coburg und Gotha.

Oh, no - he's going off script!

But leaving the EU doesn't mean we
stop being European,

any more than we Windsors
stop being German.

I trust you've all seen the footage
of grandmama

teaching mama and Auntie Margaret
how to do the Nazi salute.

And I'm sure you're aware that
Princess Michael of Kent's father

was an SS major who escaped
to Mozambique.

But that doesn't stop us being
British - of course it doesn't.

We face a bright future
outside Europe,

especially with us
Saxe-Coburg und Gothas...

I mean, Windsors.
Sorry, I've got it in my head now.

..as your leaders.

So, with that message, that message
of hope,

I bid you farewell and
frohe Weinacht.

In English, you fool!

I mean, "Merry Christmas".

There's another ten seconds to fill.

Say something!
Oh...

I declare war on the EU!

And we're out!

That went rather well, didn't it?

I'm sure we got away with it.

We can't have done. You declared war
on the EU, Dad! The EU!

I should think the sofa-dwelling
scum snored all the way through it.

I'm sure they just took it for the
little intentional joke it was.

Now, who's for a glass of shampoo?
Oh, yes, please!

Oh, my God!

I was thinking we could get married
at the ski lodge in Switzerland.

How is the old place?

Oh, I don't know. Uh, I haven't been
there since August.

What?! Yeah, I've been, er,

following the '80s Revival Tour
round Britain.

What? Well, you know I like
Nik Kershaw!

So, it's been more than three
months? Er, well, yes.

Don't you realise that if you spend
more than three months in the UK,

you're liable to pay UK taxes?!

Oh, so what are you saying, that

this whole marriage is based on tax
evasion?

No, Fergie, no.

Tax avoidance.

It's a totally different ball game.

Oh, my God!

It's all starting to make sense now.

You...you really don't love me, do
you?

All this time, you've just been
using me.

Oh, sure, yeah, the sex was good.

Particularly early on,

when our marathon sessions could
last over 36 hours

and we'd explore each other's bodies
with our tongues...

But that was a long time ago.

You have robbed me of the chance
to stand on my own two feet.

Well, I'm standing on them now!

Yeah, Daddy, she's got a range of
juicers now!

Well, one juicer, but in a range of
colours!

Ooh, Fergie, I've never seen you
like this before.

Well, get used to it,

because you have exploited my
childlike naivety for the last time.

What are you doing, Anne?!

You cut up the Queen Mother's
curtains, set fire to my kitchen,

served pike!

Camilla was right, you are
unbalanced.

I'm lobotomising you!

Lobotomising?!

Oh, I'm fully licensed. We were
doing so many in the royal family,

it just worked out cheaper.

But I'm not unbalanced.

How can I be, when I love horses as
much as you do?

You're lying. You don't love horses
at all!

I do, I grew up with them.

Ask me anything. All right, then.

What breed of horse is Black Beauty?

In the TV series,
or the book, or film?

ALL OF THEM! Agh!

In the book...a thoroughbred.

Er...in the film...

..an American Quarter Horse.

And in the TV series?

Oh... And in the TV series, oh...

..a Welsh Cob!

Hum the theme tune.

You DO love horses!

Can you turn the drill off, please?

Oh, yes, of course.

Oh. Oh.

Oh, Anne, I've never seen
you smile before.

Well, that's because...

I never have.

Have I missed lunch?

It got in...cinerated.

Who are you?

I'm the homeless man you had
disinfected.

You scrub up well.

You all right?

Oh, my God!

It's all coming back to me!

What is? I'm Johnny Mathers, I run a
hedge fund, live in Belgravia,

and I'm worth ?2 billion.

That's right, but you forgot the
most important bit -

that we're engaged.

Really?! Oh, Johnny, you're back!

And now you can get that ring you
were talking about.

A ring? Yes, I wanted something
really basic

and you were like,
"No, let's push the boat out

"and get something really special."

Really?! Your exact words were,

"It must cost at least a quarter of
a million pounds."

Ah, yes...

Bonjour. Je m'appelle
His Royal Highness Prince William.

Oh, you speak English, thanks.

Look, I need to speak to the
President of the EU - right now!

He hanged up!

What are you worried about?

None of the greasy-gob continentals
watched it.

Someone did! Or something.

The EU have deployed a
fully-automated defence system

and they're about to
launch a nuclear attack!

What?!

If only we hadn't voted to leave the EU

we'd be privy to their discussions
about a nuclear attack.

Oh, shut up! There must be something
we can do!

I know it's bad, but with my debts
personally,

this couldn't have come at a better
time.

Oh, if only I had the password to get
in, I might be able to do something.

Everyone, get to the nuclear bunker!

We haven't got one any more.

After the Cold War, it was converted
into a health club and spa.

There's been a spa here the whole
time?

Do you think we've got time for a
hot-stone rub?

Oh, yes, please!

But I only get one shot at it.

Here goes...

I've got a suggestion.

Kate! It's the EU, try -

Farage is a wanker.

Don't listen to her,
she's unbalanced!

Trust me, Wills, you know it makes
sense.

Oh, you did it!

Well done, Kate. Well, I knew you
weren't unbalanced really.

Of course she's not.

She can hum the
theme tune to Black Beauty.

'I am Gargantuan, the EU's automatic
defence system.

'One minute until missile launch.'

You didn't mind missing Doctor Who
to do this, did you?

It's just nice to think of everyone
else having a great time.

Yeah, that's the main thing.

Um, do you fancy a drink?

Oh, I don't drink. Cheeky spliff?

Oh, I don't smoke.

And I'm a virgin.

A virgin?!

And I intend to stay one until
I'm married.

And possibly afterwards, as well.

Harry?

NO! Only the Prime Minister can
declare war, it was just Dad!

'No, the Head of State declares war,

'and Prince Charles is your acting
Head of State.'

Look, the title is Head of State,

but Monarch is just a ceremonial
position.

'Does not compute.
What would be the point?'

I don't know. We're just a weird
hangover from the past,

like the Channel Islands
or televised snooker.

We can advise.
We're the ones who open Parliament.

Oh, they could do that without us.
We've got the keys!

'But the Monarch has to ratify all
your legislation.'

It's just a rubber stamp,

the royal veto hasn't been used
since the 1700s.

'Interesting, but I need to hear
this from Prince Charles.'

Father, sit there and tell them we
are completely irrelevant.

It's the only way to stop a nuclear
war!

But I'm the Evening Standard
Londoner of the Decade.

Do it!

If not for me, if not for the
country...

for Christmas.

All right.

I'm utterly irrelevant.

'I'm going to need that again
to match the voice.'

I'm totally pointless.

'Three...'

I'm completely useless! 'Two...'

My whole life is a waste of time!

'One...

'Launch protocols.

'Halted.'

Oh! Oh, it worked!

I did it, I saved the day again.

Pips, where are you going?

Look, if this is about Ellie...

I'm not interested, Harry.

But there's nothing going on.

She's too much of a goody two-shoes.

So that's not an act?

No, she really is that dull.

Well, it's too late,
too much has happened.

What?

It's only been four hours.

I met someone. One of the tramps.

The one who lost his memory.

But I forget things all the time.

Your birthday. My name.

That's not the point.

He's handsome. He likes triathlons.

And - not that it matters -
has ?2 billion.

It's over, Harry.

Pippa...

..I love you.

Oh, Kate, I'm sorry about trying
to have you lobotomised,

it was wrong of me.

And it was wrong of me to try and
cook Christmas lunch.

Friends? Friends.

Phoof.

This has been the worst Christmas
since Windsor Castle burnt down.

And do you know what?

It's been my favourite.

Hey, let's sing a traditional
Windsors' Christmas song.

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