All language subtitles for To Play the King.S01E04

This, it would appear,
is the Britain that we want.

Francis Urquhart's government
has seemed secure against any assault,

but now, with another election imminent,
all this may be changing.

A new and highly unlikely figure

has emerged as the unofficial
leader of the Opposition.

In a year when the royal family has been
rocked by scandal and controversy,

the King himself has emerged
as a powerful and effective critic

of Francis Urquhart's
hard-line policies.

I don't want to rule over a country

where people don't care
about each other.

Things are going to have to change,
I want to be part of it.

Let us begin to make that change...now.

And things are changing, it seems.

The opinion polls are reporting
a 13% swing against the government

and a very high level of support...

All right. Would you...?

- Thank you.
- Well, quite.

It's absolutely bloody outrageous!
We should have taken away your licence!

We believe it's very fair reporting.

We'd like to include an interview
with the Prime Minister. Live.

I wouldn't be tempted, sir.
Framed with a biased introduction,

cut with shots of junkies and beggars.

Wouldn't touch it with a bargepole!

You can have our written guarantee that

it would be live and
uninterrupted by anything.

Or followed? The end of the interview
would end the programme?

- All right.
- We'll have that in writing. Today.

Yes, of course. Naturally.

- Who else? Stroud?
- In a separate interview.

- And His Majesty?
- His Majesty declined.

- I'm sorry to hear that.
- Who would interview the PM?

Harvey. He IS the senior man.

We think it should be Hannah Milken.

- No. Out of the question. I'm sorry.
- Then I have to advise you to withdraw.

- Tim?
- Wouldn't touch it with a bargepole.

You do need me, otherwise
you haven't really got a programme.

True, sir, but, if I may say so,
your need is even greater than ours.

Now look here!

Tim, Sarah. He's right. We all know it.

- Jim Portman?
- Done! Thank you, Michael.

Things are not going well for us.

17 days to the election.
13 points behind.

We may yet turn it, but it's going to be
a damn close-run thing.

It's not as easy as any of us
thought it, to fight a king.

But I will not let him conquer me.

Nothing will prise me loose.

I am ready

to do anything!

Daddy!

Am I still the man...who did that thing?

Francis?

I...summon up remembrance
of things past.

- They can't win, can they?
- It's unimaginable.

- We simply won't permit it.
- I like the things you say.

I'm very glad to hear it.
Corder wants to see you.

Excellent. A wondrous,
necessary man, Corder.

I find him so.

Corder.

- Not inconvenient, I hope, sir?
- Not at all.

You might remember you were asking me...

Good God! What was that?

I don't know. There wasn't any warning.

It's not one of ours.
I'll find out. Excuse me.

Events, the politician's greatest enemy.

Plan till you're blue in the
face, then things just happen.

Events take over.

Not terrorists this time, it seems.

An accident.

A gas explosion in a run-down
block of council flats. That's all.

So why the rush?
What's all the fuss about?

You know what it's about. Every disaster
is a photo opportunity in disguise,

playing right into
the hands of the King.

- Random, inexplicable tragedy...
- Not really random, Sir.

These are the people left to rot,

people who couldn't buy
their council flats,

people who couldn't pay the gas bill.
It was a disaster waiting to happen.

For God's sake, Chloe!
This is windy, Marxist rubbish!

It is not! It is the simple truth!

Why are you so terrified
of politics, David?

I very, very seriously urge you, Sir,
not to take that line.

Shut up, the pair of you!
Not another word.

I've no intention of speaking to anybody
apart from the victims.

Have to let them know somebody cares.

I'm extremely impressed
by the way the emergency services

have reacted to this terrible accident.

The best thing we can do

is stay out of their way and
make their task as easy as we can.

Good luck.

He just wants to talk to the survivors.

He's very upset by this awful accident.

What's this about John Staines?
You're being called as a witness?

No, that's absolute nonsense.
You must have got your wires crossed.

Yeah, sorry. You know these stories.
You have broken up with the wife?

Your Majesty. We could have
done without this public posturing.

- I came to comfort my people.
- They're thrilled

Pat a few heads if it makes you happy,

but we don't want you making mischief.

Damn you, man! Don't judge me
by your own degraded standards.

You may want to make political capital.
All I want to do is help.

- You bloody hypocrite.
- Be careful! I've got it!

Please let me help.

''HM and PM in compassion brawl.''

- Rather nicely put. Don't you think so?
- Yes, very witty.

Mm. I thought so. Oh, look at this one.
''He's behind yer, Yer Majesty!''

Look, Francis. There you are.
Like the demon king.

Mm.

''Government policy blamed
as 70 die in tower block disaster''.

Now that's not so good.

Events, events.
These things will pass.

We should control events,
not be blown about by them.

You've been too lax
with that fool from the Palace.

''Please let me help.''

I think it's time

to stop fooling around and start
inflicting some serious damage.

All in good time!

When we've won the election,
we can do what we like.

- We have to win it first.
- You said not to win was unimaginable.

- We must make it unimaginable!
- We shall!

Good!

Don't change the subject, I'm serious.
The press are onto us. Must be Staines.

Onto us? We're not criminals!

What are you saying?
Are you ashamed of us?

HM's in a very exposed position.

If Urquhart can damage him, he will.

I'm his oldest friend.

Think what the tabloids
could do with that.

I think I'd better move out.

All I'm asking is can't we be
discreet till after the election?

You said you loved me. Remember that?

You said that I changed your life

and nothing would
ever be the same again.

I know. I meant it.

Well, don't you bloody well forget it.

Look, I've got to be going.

I'll be back on Wednesday.
We can talk about it then.

And you just better be here.

David Mycroft? Well, well, well.

If you turn Johnny Staines upside down,

all sorts of things
are going to fall out.

No, not now, Judith.
Shut the doors, please.

Yes, indeed.

But I must say, Tim,
I am very, very surprised.

There's a security angle there
so long as he makes a secret of it.

It raises other questions.
''King's best friend a shirtlifter.''

''How low can Palace morals sink?''
And so on.

- But we wouldn't stoop to that.
- Unfortunately, the press are onto it.

Really? How did they find out?

Some heartless bastard
must have leaked it.

Well, I'm sure they'll be discreet.

Anything else? I do have
another meeting, unfortunately.

Yes, there was something
I wanted to ask you, FU.

After the election...what do I get?

After the election?

Could I just remind you that
we have yet to win the election?

Is it insensitive of me to point out

that we are trailing by 13 points?

Do you think this is the best time

to be asking what you
get after the election?

I'd like to know, though, all the same.

Would you?
Well, I thought Chief Whip again.

After all, it's what you're best at.

You led me to expect
a senior Cabinet post.

You led me to expect Home Secretary.

Well, perhaps it will be.

But you're such a
brilliant frightener, Tim.

You'd be wasted in one
of those kid-glove jobs.

Has it ever occurred to you
that you presume too much?

Not in your case, Tim.

I think I know you
rather well, don't you?

Mrs. Harding.

Why don't you call me Sarah?

I suppose I feel
I don't know you well enough.

We don't have to be enemies, Tim.

- I'm not going to be here for long.
- Aren't you?

- What were you looking for just there?
- Well...

I was looking to see if there was

a file on Mattie Storin.
Did you know her at all?

I knew her, yes.

Yes, well. I came across
some stuff she wrote

and I was interested in her.

- I know why you're interested in her.
- Do you?

Yes, I do.

So? What can you tell me?

Who are you working for?

What? I work for Francis. Mr. Urquhart.

Mm. And who else?

No one. Myself. I'm a freelance.

Francis Urquhart has had
my total Loyalty for 30 years.

He has my total loyalty.
I'm in love with him.

Are you?

I wonder if you know
the meaning of the word.

Look, this...

It's just silly, you know.

Personal, embarrassing.
You won't tell him, will you?

I don't know.
I'm going to have to think about this.

But you'll find out,
one way or the other.

Lady Isabel,
How nice to see you again. Thank you.

I love it here.
Such a feeling of brightness.

Lightness, youth.
It even smells differently.

The air nimbly recommends itself
unto our gentle senses and so on.

Quite delightful.

Come in.

- Good afternoon, ma'am.
- Hi. How are you, anyway?

I'm very well, thank you, ma'am.
And yourself?

I'm very well,
but I am a bit pissed off.

Oh, dear.

- Are you letting him win?
- Life has its ups and downs.

We do have one or two aces.

- How is your son?
- He's fine. He's lovely.

- Plenty of hugs.
- Oh, yes.

Things may resolve themselves
sooner than anyone expects.

I hope and believe
they will resolve themselves in your favour.

Whether they do or not,
you will need help and advice,

and protection, too,

from a trusted and powerful source.

It is possible for a young person
with apparently limitless choice

to underestimate qualities like experience

and a deep knowledge of the world and its ways,

and the rewards that they can bring.

I know why you're interested.

I think he killed her.
We know he killed O'Neill.

Francis Urquhart
has had my total loyalty for 30 years.

They'll probably kill you, too, now.

- That's the one.
- That's her.

- That's our lovely girl.
- Please!

Good evening, Mrs. Harding.

I'm sorry about all this.

Come in.

I can't bear to be the object
of your suspicion. I trusted you, Mattie.

- Why couldn't you trust me?
- I wanted to. I still want to.

- Do you?
- I love you.

Tell me properly. Call me Daddy.

I love you, Daddy.

I just want to know.

- What?
- Did you kill Roger O'Neill?

Yes.

- How?
- Rat poison.

He had to be put down.

It was an act of mercy.

He's at peace now. Nothing more to fear.

- Mattie...
- What?

- Can I trust you?
- You know you can.

Oh, Mattie.

It gives me such pain to say this,
but I don't believe you.

I don't believe I can trust you.

Daddy!

She hits the van.

She slides down, slowly.

Someone picks up the cassette.

Not me. One of my chaps.

Nobody knows what's on it, except you and me.

FU doesn't even know it exists.

How do I know it's not a fake? Or doctored?

You know.

Oh, God!

Why me? Why did you want me to know?

All I wanted was to serve him.

to be...close to him.

That was all.

But I see now what I should have seen.
I was always entirely instrumental to him.

Disposable. Like one of those
little plastic razors they have now.

Apparently, you can get a few
good shaves from them and then...

you throw them away.

Look, I didn't put you through all this
just to upset you,

though that was certainly
an incidental pleasure.

I need someone else to know.

I've made you a copy...

of the tape.

Just in case something happens to me.

What are you going to do now?

I haven't quite made up my mind.

Urquhart's been to Sloane Castle again.
They must be working out some deal.

- She's a fool.
- I wish it had...all worked out a little differently.

It wasn't your fault, all of that.
She wasn't up to it. She wasn't up to you.

I'm tired of pretending. You can always
sack me if you don't like what I say.

Have your bleedin' head chopped orf, mate!

Ever thought you might be doing that
the wrong way? Bashing away at it?

Maybe if you tried it a bit more slowly.

- Oh, do you think...?
- It's all right. Don't worry.

What I really came in to tell you, I'm told we could
be in for a new crop of riots any time now.

- Where?
- Leeds, Cardiff, Newcastle, Bristol, Oxford.

What I suggest is tour these places,
show your face. Let the people see you.

Let them see that you're on their side.

You won't have to make any speeches.
There won't be anything Urquhart could object to.

It'll be like the gas explosion, but on
a bigger scale. Stroud can make the speeches.

We'll tell him where you're going
and he can synchronise. It'll be brilliant.

''Please let me help'' - the nationwide tour.
Oh, you have to do it.

You have to go on. You cannot stop now.

- What does David Mycroft say?
- He says no. It's too risky.

But if you listened to him,
you'd never do anything, would you?

- I'll do it, Chloe.
- You always do best on your instincts.

- I don't always find that awfully easy.
- You will.

With practice.

- I'm sorry. Is it all right for me to say that?
- Yes. Yes, it is.

Is it all right if I do this?

Oh, that's very good. You're quite sure?

Yes. He was bypassing the meter
and he blew the block up.

Hoist with his own petard. Excellent.

And the rest. This is all invaluable stuff,
Sarah. I'm most grateful to you.

- Any competent researcher could do it.
- But I wanted you to do it.

Thank you. You won't mind
if I don't stay with you tonight?

What is it? What's the matter?

Nothing dramatic. Just so many things
to catch up with. I do have another life.

- I did have.
- I mind very much, Sarah.

- I need you with me this evening.
- All right.

Something's happened, hasn't it? What is it?

- You're not getting bored with me, are you?
- No! God, no!

We did say that it wouldn't be a lifetime thing.
Nothing lasts forever.

You said you'd leave me when you had learnt
everything I had to teach you.

- Are you telling me that time has come?
- No, I don't think so.

No, I don't think so, either.

Ten, nine, eight, seven,

six, five, four...

Images of Urquhart's Britain.

The Newham gas explosion.
Doesn't that sum things up, Prime Minister?

A decaying and neglected tower block

crumbles and disintegrates
while the government stands idly by.

- Absolute nonsense.
- Is it? The King's doing what he can.

The Prime Minister looks on unmoved.
Every picture tells a story.

Isn't this a symbol of what's wrong with society?

You might think that. You might very well
think that. Something IS very wrong.

So you're admitting responsibility?
Shouldn't you step down?

I admit nothing of the kind.

The unfortunate victims at Newham died
as a result of greed and irresponsibility.

A fourth-floor tenant,
disinclined to pay his gas bill,

decided to bypass the meter
and tap directly into the main.

He made a botch of it and succeeded in killing or
maiming 72 friends and neighbours. End of story.

You don't think
the divisions in society are partly to blame?

You're quite happy with how things are?

lndeed I am not.
There IS a division in society today -

between those who want to work
and abide by and uphold the laws of the land

and an increasing number of what
it is fashionable to call the disaffected,

the disadvantaged, the differently motivated.

What we used to call lazy people,
dishonest people,

people who don't take responsibility
for their actions or their lives.

- So you don't feel inclined to do anything?
- On the contrary.

I've decided the time has come
to take quite drastic action.

We're going to bring back
National Service as the first step

in a large-scale program of public works.

We're going to get all our young people
off their backsides.

We're going to put a large investment into
Britain's future, and we'll get our money's worth!

But what you're talking about is
universal conscription in peacetime!

Listen. It can't be right that young people
in the very prime and flower of youth

should spend half the day loafing in bed

and the rest selling each other drugs and stealing!

Let's give our young people a chance
to learn self-discipline.

a chance to feel proud of themselves
and walk tall.

- But this is a...
- I have a great belief in Britain.

We are not a nation of social workers
or clients of social workers.

We are not - please, God -
a nation of deserving cases.

We are a fierce, proud nation and we are still,
God willing, a nation to be reckoned with!

- You were brilliant tonight.
- Thanks to you. I simply added a few notes.

Like the little references to God.

We are - please, God -
a nation of very fierce bad rabbits.

Fierce bad rabbits?

Beatrix Potter.
A major influence on my prose style.

There. Now you know all my secrets.

What's the matter, Sarah?

Nothing. I suppose I was just thinking
that I'll never know all your secrets.

Ah, but then perhaps that's as it should be.
I'm sure I don't know all of yours.

Sarah...

I thought I detected
a certain reluctance earlier this evening.

Perhaps ''reluctance'' is too strong a word.

I worry about Andrew.
I don't want to lose him. He's a good friend.

Of course.

We talk about freedom so much,
but none of us really believes in it.

- I do.
- Yes, perhaps you do.

But most people don't want it at all.

Most people are weak and stupid
and cowardly and contemptible.

You see, the great beauty of conscription

is we can use the 18 to 23-year-olds
to subdue their younger brothers

in the inner cities and on those ghastly estates.

And then we can think about exporting them.

Use the British fighting man
to redress the balance of trade.

- You really mean that, don't you?
- Well, why not?

After all, nobody wants these young people.
Not even their own parents.

They have no skills, no education,
no self-discipline. They're utterly useless.

But we're going to make them useful, Sarah.

Like factory farming.

What's the matter?

Sarah? I can't bear it when you shrink from me.

I need your intelligence.
You haven't changed, have you?

I CAN trust you, can't I, Sarah?

Yes, you can.

You know you can.

It's a gigantic con, this National Service,
but he's captured the initiative.

With only six days to go.

Well, we'll do our best. I've decided
to tour St Paul's, Handsworth, Moss Side.

I'm forbidden to speak,
but these people need to be listened to,

not forced into uniforms and bullied.

I'm talking about 24-hour days.
I want to eat with these people.

I'll challenge the press to do the same.

It'll be hard to say
you're not aligning yourself politically.

- If people see it as political, let them.
- Sir...

David, this is not just a challenge
to Francis Urquhart,

though God knows he needs to be stopped.

It's a challenge to myself. I need to know
what I can do. Make sense to you at all?

Yes. Yes, it does, Sir.

Best of luck to us all, then.

Leave it.

- Tell them to sod off.
- Yes?

David? Bill Rochester from ''The Clarion''.

- How did you get this number?
- A friend of a friend.

You're about to become a celebrity
in your own right. I'm sure you know why.

I'd like you to consider giving me an exclusive.

I wouldn't mess you about, David,
You'd get a sympathetic angle.

- As you probably know, I'm gay myself.
- David?

Sorry, no comment.

- We can take pictures, can't we?
- As many as you like, but no interviews.

His Majesty's come to talk to the people.

He's very happy for you to get close,
but we are relying on your co-operation.

- There's no formal security.
- No security? Is that wise?

- He trusts the people.
- Good one, David.

I'm...so...very sorry. Something will be done.

So distressing, David.

Well, I'm sure you made a difference to them.

Look, I think I ought to travel
on the bus thing with everybody else.

- You won't get a moment's peace.
- I'm not here for a rest. Poor woman.

- David? Bill Rochester. I phoned.
- Not now!

- Take the car, Sir. Believe me, it's best.
- Yes, OK.

I identify myself entirely
with what the King is doing.

We should thank God we have a king
who cares about his people and shows it.

Every caring person knows a change is coming.
The King is showing us the way.

All we need to do now is to vote
for what we know to be right.

- A new start under a new government,
- John Stroud speaking there...

It's really very well managed.

Rather too well managed.
I think you should do something.

- I think so, too. Corder?
- Accident of some sort? Riot? Explosion?

Small bomb, minor injuries. IRA code word.

All the usual Provo hallmarks.
We could lay that on at 90 minutes' notice.

No. Not this time.

- I was thinking more of a happening.
- A bit of street theatre?

- With a happy ending.
- And a moral, of course.

We will shortly be arriving in Manchester

where His Majesty
has an engagement at Moss Side.

Miss Carmichael will look after you there,
but there's something I'd like to say.

I have decided to resign today
from my post as press secretary to the King.

Some of you may have already guessed
the reason. I'm a homosexual.

I had hoped that my private life
might remain just that,

but that's no longer the case.

In any case, I don't want to hide anything.

- So...there we are, chaps.
- Well, why resign? Why not carry on?

- Why should being gay stop your work?
- I thought hard about it.

But...well, it's not really on, is it? Not really.

I'm supposed to be a channel for news,
not the target of gossip.

Maybe one day it'll be possible. I hope so.

- Why did you hide it all this time?
- I didn't.

It wasn't until my marriage broke up that
I realised that was the path I wanted to take.

That's all. No heroics.

And no regrets, either. And no more questions.

If you can't make something out of that,
you're not the people I take you for.

Father Bernard.

Winston.

- And Mr. Patel.
- This way, Your Majesty.

This is the community centre
that the tenants built and run themselves.

No, man, no. Change of plan.
We going this way. This way, come on. Quick.

- Who are they?
- I thought they were with you.

Get back! Get back!

Don't panic! Calm down, everyone.

Calm down. It's all over.

If you'd make your way back to the coach,
we'll go. The King's quite safe.

The Prime Minister today confirmed
that he personally authorised the presence

of a squad from the Parachute Regiment,
which secretly shadowed the royal tour.

He spoke to John Sarkey this afternoon.

I'm just delighted
it passed off without serious injury

and particularly delighted
that His Majesty is safe and well.

This raises the question
whether the King was misguided

in embarking on a meet-the-people tour
without the usual security.

Heart of gold, but not safe to be
let out on his own? fair comment?

You might say that, I couldn't possibly say that.

I have far too much respect for His Majesty.

On the eve of the election, the polls
show Urquhart inching into the lead again.

Hello.

- We need to talk.
- Yes?

Not on the phone. Can you come round?
Same place. Remember the address?

- Yes.
- Don't say it. Just come. I'll be there.

I wanted you to know I've made my mind up.
I'm taking the tape to the police.

To the ordinary CID. They're quite straight
at the moment, believe it or not.

Not immediately, but as soon as
the result of the election is beyond doubt.

Well, I could hardly go down in history
as the man who lost us the election, could I?

So we win the election,
you force Urquhart's resignation...

It's his job you want, isn't it?

Yes, I want his job. I have my own ideas
about how this country should be governed.

And you can be a part of them.
I think you understand me.

- What do you want me to do?
- Nothing.

- Do nothing.
- Do nothing?

Till the election. Tomorrow.

Just one day.

Just stay calm

and smile

and watch him come down.

Yes?

Yes.

Well, perhaps you were right all along.

Thank you, Corder.

Francis?

I'm sorry to disturb you,
but we've had some very distressing news.

Stamper? Stamper has a tape?

A tape of what?!

Apparently, Mattie Storin was recording
the conversation on the roof terrace before you...

Before she fell.

And Stamper acquired the tape

and held it all this time.

- Waiting to use it against you.
- No, no. He wanted to serve me.

I pushed him too far.

I treated him with contempt because
it pleased me. Because that's the way it works.

If I'd treated him better, I would be safe now.

- You can be safe still.
- But he's told the girl! Why did he do that? Why?

- Why would he have told her?
- Because he wanted insurance.

He doesn't care if she lives or dies.
What does it matter?

Listen to me - you can be safe still.

Both of them?

You must. You know you must.

That lovely, intricate brain.

- You chose her, Elizabeth, for me.
- You must.

I know it hurts, but the country's need
is greater than their need.

Yes.

Can it be organised in time?

Oh, yes.

The means have always been in place.

All that's required is to spring the trap.

''I am, in blood, steeped in so far.''

Have Corder come round at once for his orders.

Then we'll go down to the constituency.

- This way, please.
- Ready?

And...it's gone!

Now we're going live to Billericay.

As returning officer for Billericay,

I declare that the votes cast are as follows:
Edgar Andrews...

- Conservative.
- 41,642.

- Helen Holmes...
- Labour.

33,016.

Government holding with a decreased majority,
in line with the exit polls,

which should see them back
with a small but workable majority.

George Lionel Faverstock.

- Conservative.
- 22,732.

- Andrew Phillips...
- Liberal Democrat.

19,420.

Another gain for the government, this time
at the expense of the liberal Democrats.

And the news this morning
is that Francis Urquhart is back

with a projected majority of 22 seats.

John Stroud conceded defeat
at three o'clock this morning.

I did say I'd leave when I felt
I'd learnt as much as I could.

- And you have, have you?
- I think so, yes.

And what about me? Is my education over, too?

No, I think you still have
a little more to learn after I've gone.

Try to understand.

Remember me saying that I wouldn't
do anything to endanger my marriage?

- Yes.
- Well, I did. I nearly destroyed it.

- But not quite.
- No. Not quite.

- I'm sorry, Francis.
- Do you care that much, Sarah?

Yes. Yes, I do. Oddly enough.

- I never thought I could feel so much for anyone.
- Nor I.

- Nor I.
- After Mattie?

Oh, Sarah. Sarah...

How many times?

What we have...

What we have had is unique.

Yes.

Goodbye, Francis.

- Chloe Carmichael.
- I'm Sarah Harding.

Please listen. I think you're someone I can trust.

You can make things happen.
I've got something to give you.

It could change everything.

Thank you! Thank you all so very much.

What about the King, Mr. Urquhart?
What's going to happen to the King?

Mr. Urquhart!

And Mr. Urquhart leaves for Buckingham
Palace for an interesting meeting.

The King has become strongly identified
in many people's minds with the Opposition

and now his own future
is a matter for speculation.

- Congratulations, Mr. Urquhart.
- Thank you, Sir.

I expected you to dispense with such niceties.

Oh, I'm heartily sorry you're still Prime Minister,
but I'm not downhearted.

The tide has turned against you.

I think you'll be out by the end of the year
and Britain will be all the better for it.

Your opinions, Sir, are no longer of interest
to anyone but yourself.

You have risked everything in opposing me,
and you have lost.

I have come here to demand
your abdication from the throne.

- The people won't back you, Urquhart.
- I shan't ask them. They have re-elected me.

I cannot and will not tolerate a monarch
who is opposed to me.

You must abdicate, Sir. It is the only
honourable course. You must see that.

I don't think you're in any position
to speak of honourable courses.

I'll continue to oppose you openly
and publicly while I remain on the throne.

If I am forced to relinquish it,
I shall fight you as a commoner.

I shall welcome the opportunity
and take very keen pleasure in defeating you.

I wouldn't bet on it. I'm afraid you won't
be of much interest as a commoner.

I doubt if anyone will be
particularly interested in what you say.

You have no constituency. No power base.

You represent nothing
but one talentless and discredited family.

Very soon you won't represent even that.
You will represent nothing.

You will mean nothing. You will be nothing.

Well, we'll see.

I spent my whole life preparing to be King.

I feel no compunction, Sir.
You tried to destroy me.

No, I didn't want to destroy you, man.

- You wanted to destroy the monarchy.
- Not at all, Sir.

Don't you understand what I'm telling you?
I have no wish to.

It is YOU I want to destroy, not the monarchy.

My family came south with James I.

We were defenders of the English throne
before your family was ever heard of.

It is to preserve the ideal
of a constitutional monarchy

that I now demand your abdication.

You're a monster, Urquhart.

You might very well think that, Sir.

but your opinion doesn't count
for very much now, does it?

Good day, Sir.

Call me Daddy.

- I love you, Daddy.
- Oh, Mattie. Can I trust you?

- You know you can,
- Mattie...

Two of the PM's closest aides
died today in separate terrorist atrocities.

Tim Stamper, the chairman of the
Conservative Party, and Mrs. Sarah Harding

were the victims of car bombs in London.

There were other casualties. Police say
that they were deliberately targeted.

Special Branch confirmed that it bore
all the hallmarks of the Provisional IRA.

Well, what would you have?

Britain must be governed,
and you know who will do it best.

If you will the end, you must will the means.

These things happen all over the world.

Believe me, it's all for the best.

What's the matter?
You do trust me, don't you?

Of course you do.

God save the King.