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"My husband and I are deeply touched
by our welcome here."

- Ma'am?
- Yes. How long do we have?

We land in ten minutes.

No. Martin.

- Will there be a microphone?
- I'm sure, ma'am.

"Little more than 50 years ago..."

[brass band plays]

"My husband and I are deeply touched
by our welcome here this morning.

Little more than 50 years ago,
Nairobi was a savage place,

the home of wild animals
and uninhabited

except for the occasional band
of nomadic herdsmen.

Now, it is a modern, vibrant city,

a striking tribute
to the men and women of all races,

who have made it a great center
of commerce and finance.

Now, it remains only for me
to pass on the apologies

of my father, King George..."

Who is, no doubt, very jealous indeed
that I have come in his place.

He's getting stronger every day.

And he will be here
with you all again very soon.

Your Royal Highness, may I present

Senior Chief Waruhiu wa Kung'u
of the Kikuyu.

- Hello.
- Chief Sironka of the Kipsigis.

- Hello.
- Good morning.

- Lembui of the Maasai.
- Yes, hello.

- Pelipel of the Turkana.
- Such a pleasure.

Oh, gosh, look, I've got that one,
and that one, actually.

Oh, Christ, I've got that one too.
Look!

Oh, come off it, where did you steal
that one from, eh?

Independence is sweeping
across the continent.

Their support is important
more than ever.

- Yes, thank you.
- Oh, like the hat.

It's not a hat. It's a crown.

Breathe in, Your Majesty.

And out.

Well, well.

I tell you, I woke up this morning
feeling like a new man.

I think you should enjoy it, sir.

Enjoy every minute while you can.

Well, I intend to.

And I'll head straight to Sandringham
if you give me the all-clear to shoot.

Consider it given.

- [bell ringing]
- [horn beeping]

- Sorry, ma'am, can I help you?
- Oh, Venetia Scott. I'm new.

It's all right. She's with me.
Come along. Thank you.

- He's awake.
- Yes, sir.

Actually, he's asked to see you.

Oh. [grunts]

Uh... Um...

- Prime Minister?
- [Churchill] Is that the new girl?

- Yes, sir. Venetia.
- Louisa?

- Venetia.
- Venetia.

Have they told you terrible things,
your colleagues downstairs?

Go on. Be candid.

It is said... you can be difficult.

I can be a monster.
Did they say that?

- Yes, sir.
- It's true.

But you need to be a monster
to defeat Hitler.

- Did Jock give you my box?
- He did, sir.

What's in it?

- You'd like me to open it?
- Unless you have X-ray vision,

you will need to open it, so as
to be able to tell me what's in it.

Well?

- Some papers about rationing.
- What else?

Some papers from the Exchequer.

Anything from the Foreign Office?
About America or the Soviet Union?

- No, sir.
- Oh, very well.

Then start with the Exchequer.
Read it aloud.

Don't be alarmed
if you hear no response.

I shall be making mental notes.

- "The economic situation...
- What?

"The economic situation we have
inherited is worse than 1949...

and, in many ways, worse... [yelps]

worse than 1947.

Confidence in Sterling is impaired.

And now our latest estimates
suggest that in 1952..."

...the United Kingdom will have
a deficit on its general balance

of overseas payments of between
five and 600 million pounds.

Given these circumstances, I'd be
interested to hear the PM's views

regarding the chances for recovery.

Either we get rid of him now
or we lose the next election

and, quite possibly,
lose power for a whole generation.

You must act, Anthony!
This is your time.

The country needs
a younger, more dynamic man.

And what do you expect me to do? Hmm?

He's the party leader.

And he became party leader
on our recommendation.

I can't just push him out.

Then you must go and see
the one person who can.

[cheering]

[clapping and chanting]

- Welcome to Sagana Lodge, ma'am.
- Thank you very much.

Hello.

Are those for me?
Thank you very much.

- Karibu.
- Thank you.

Apparently, there's a large breeding
herd of elephants at Treetops.

- So we've got to get there early.
- Not too early, I hope.

And why? What else have you got
in mind for our little holiday?

Why does everybody think,
just because we're royal,

we like fine dining?
Don't they realize we're savages?

Good for nothing
but school dinners and nursery food.

It's all right, you can use your
fingers.

- Philip.
- Look, stop, watch.

Ma'am.

Your Royal Highness.

Kiss me.

Come on.

His Majesty will return
from the shoot at 4 p.m.

- Good afternoon, sir.
- Good afternoon.

His Majesty wondered
if you'd mind accompanying him

on the shoot at Beecher's Club today.

No, not at all.

Still rather wet underfoot, I'm
afraid, after the storms yesterday,

but we can provide you
with Wellington boots.

- There's no need to worry.
- What size are you, sir?

Nine and a half.

Though my riding boots are a ten,
and my trench boots were an 11.

Make of that what you will.

[shouting]

Much of this
is just a function of age.

He focuses almost entirely

on issues relating to America
and the Soviet Union,

so important domestic matters...

- are falling behind.
- [coughing]

What do you suggest I do?

Well, as sovereign, of course,
there is nothing you can do

from a constitutional standpoint.

But, as a friend... as Albert Windsor,

you are the one person I can think of
to whom he might listen.

Well, that is where we run
into difficulties, I'm afraid.

I no longer am Albert Windsor.

That person was murdered by his
elder brother... when he abdicated.

And, of course,
Albert Windsor would dearly love

to say to his old friend,
Winston Churchill, "Take a step back.

Put your feet up. Let the younger
generation have a go now."

But he is no longer with us

and that void has been filled
by George the VI

who, it turns out,
is quite the stickler,

and... [clears throat]
no more allow the sovereign

to interfere with the Prime Minister
than stand for office himself.

Even when it's in
the national interest, sir?

The national interests?
Or Anthony Eden's interest?

[King George coughs]

The reason I agreed to grant you
an audience,

not to hear your grievances
about Mr. Churchill

but to communicate mine about you.

Sir?

The PM will step down in time.

And until then, as sovereign,

I do have the right to be consulted,
to encourage, to warn.

It is better to be patient and get
what you desire in the right time...

than have high office thrust upon you
when you are not ready.

I speak from personal experience.

Foreign Secretary.

- Your Majesty.
- Sir.

Shall we begin to walk back, sir?

Use the accelerator,
we'll be all right. Thank you.

- Are we on foot from here?
- Philip. Philip.

- Looks that way, sir.
- Thank you. Thank you.

- Your Highness.
- Thank you.

I'm your guide.
I'll take you to Treetops.

[Philip] Jolly good. Thank you.

Pass me my rifle. Thank you.
And the shells.

[guide] But I must ask you to proceed
in total silence from here on.

Do not speak
unless absolutely necessary

and then, only using a low voice.

Along the way, we
may have to use some hand signals.

This means stop and this means
freeze.

We'll move in small groups, single
file, maximum three at a time.

It's alright. We'll be fine.
After you, darling.

[guide] Stay close, please, arms length.

Tembo! [repeating]

White flag.

Go now!

[softly] Well, well, well, look at you.

[guide] Move slowly around me.

They'll drop the ladder for you
and I'll keep him distracted.

No, no, no.
You stay with the Princess.

- Philip!
- Elizabeth, go. Go!

Right, Your Highness.
Stay close. Hold onto my jacket.

It's all right, Elizabeth.
Easy, easy, hey, hey, hey!

Hey, hey, hey! Over here! Over here!

Here I am.

Your Highness, very slowly.

Easy, easy, stay with me.

Now keep going, Your Highness,
keep going. Quickly.

Hey, hey, stay with me. Away! Away!

Back away. Back you go.

Easy.

You're the king.

Good boy.

Christ. [chuckles]

- Excuse me, old chap.
- Sir.

How can you do that?

- You're a bloody idiot.
- I am.

Thank you.

- I've been thinking.
- Uh-oh.

If Papa's condition
should continue to improve,

well, I thought
I'd ask if we might return to Malta.

- You can resume your Naval career.
- Really?

Hmm.

I know you've missed our life there.

I have.

Well, I have too. Very much.

I'll write to Papa.

- No.
- Yes.

- No.
- Yes.

- Absolutely not.
- Absolutely so.

- No, no! No!
- Come on. Just one.

- Come on. I just want a sloppy one.
- No. There's never just one!

- There is.
- No!

- No!
- Shh. Tembo. Tembo.

[Elizabeth gasps]

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Karibu.

Anyone not here, speak out!

[gentle chuckling]

- Right.
- Morning, gentlemen. Here we are.

Eight guns today, numbering
from the right, moving up two each...

each drive.

So, if you draw one or eight,

not to worry, you'll be
in the thick of it soon enough.

Two short blasts on the horn
will indicate the drive's over.

So, when you're ready, into the
vehicles. Thank you very much.

- Hello.
- Room for one more?

Always.

- Right then.
- Easy on the clutch,

eyes on the road, not too fast.

Don't worry.
I'll be gentle with you, Papa.

♪ 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 him ♪
- ♪ He can laugh but I love him ♪

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

♪ I'll sing to him
Each spring to him ♪

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

♪ Bewitched, bothered
And bewildered ♪

♪ Am I? ♪

[applause]

Bravo!

[man on TV] The crowd's cheers heralded
the arrival of the King's car,

bringing Their Majesties
and Princess Margaret to the airport

for a last farewell
to the Royal travelers.

Princess Elizabeth
and the Duke of Edinburgh

were off on a Commonwealth journey.

Nineteen hours later,
the Royal plane landed at Nairobi.

Ahead of them lay a 30,000-mile trip

that will take them,
in five months, to four continents.

The journey which,
but for his illness,

the King himself
would have undertaken,

was almost underway.

And, from there, the Royal couple
will travel to Sagana Lodge...

[knock on door]

Good morning, Your Majesty.
7:30, sir.

Sir?

Stay there.

[whispers] I regret to inform you.
The King has just passed away.

[gasps]

No! No, no, no!

[sobs]

[woman wails]

Call the Foreign Secretary.

Tell him...

Hyde Park Corner. He'll understand.

- Has the Princess been notified?
- If you mean the new Queen?

My understanding is not.

Then I suggest we do so
before it breaks on the wires.

We're trying. We're not exactly sure
where she is at the moment.

We're trying to contact
the Governor in Nairobi.

[Philip] Let's go!

- [man] We need to go.
- We can't. We haven't had the all-clear.

You think any other reporters
anywhere in the world

will be waiting for an "all-clear"?

I've had the BBC on the phone again.

The news is breaking everywhere.
They can't keep holding.

- And no news on the Princess?
- No, sir. Is it a "yes" to the BBC?

It is.

And God help her.

They keep trying to start the engine.

All they have to do is make sure
the fan is off and wait.

No! Stop!

She's just... She's overheated.
No, can I have that? Thank you.

All you have to do...

Is wait. It's all right.
I was a mechanic during the war.

This is London.

It is with the greatest sorrow that
we make the following announcement.

It was announced from Sandringham
at 10:45 today...

[speaking French]

[phone ringing]

- And then drive to Nanyuki.
- Nanyuki.

Nanyuki, sorry.
In a closed car arriving at 10:30.

[man] Morris! Reuters for you.

- Yes.
- 10:45, sorry.

There'll be a demonstration
by units of the African Rifles.

Christ.

Hold on, would you?

13:00 drive to Nanyuki airfield
and board East African Airways C47

departing on a 13:30
scheduled flight to...

[man] As flags across the nation
are lowered in tribute,

and news spreads
throughout our cities and villages,

crowds gather
to mourn King George VI.

We are comforted by the knowledge
that he spent his final hours

in the happy company of his wife
and youngest daughter.

For it is as a devoted family man
that we, as a nation,

shall best remember him.

They don't know.

Sagana. Now, man!

- [woman] How was Treetops?
- It was wonderful. We saw elephants.

- There is fresh lemonade.
- Oh, that looks delicious.

- Welcome back, ma'am.
- Thank you.

Let's go. Let's drive, shall we?

Ready? Steady? Go.

Princess Elizabeth?

- The Princess?
- [speaks Swahili]

In here?

Mhesihimwa, Duke.

- Excuse me, sir.
- What is it, Martin?

[man on radio] The profound sense
of grief felt amongst his people today

stems from their respect.

- I'm very happy to...
- No, no, no.

- I should be the one to tell her.
- Yes, sir.

[man on radio] The King, who retired
to rest last night in his usual health,

passed peacefully away in his sleep.

[Elizabeth sobs]

The BBC offers profound sympathy
to Her Majesty the Queen

and the Royal family.

Your Royal Highness,
this stage of the embalming process...

it may distress you.

Your Royal Highness.

[sobs]

[sobs loudly]

For you, sir.

They're going to send you away,
but I won't let them.

I'm going to tell my mother
not to send you. I won't.

[sobs]

It's all right.

You're not going. I won't let you go.

Ma'am, may I have a word?

It appears Miss MacDonald neglected
to pack a black dress.

We've called ahead to London

and something will be brought
onto the plane before you disembark.

Right.

And a word of warning, ma'am.
A good many journalists outside.

Royal correspondents mostly,
assigned to cover the tour.

- Should I say something?
- No.

That won't be necessary.

Though it would help if we could
decide here and now on your name.

- My name?
- Yes, ma'am. Your regnal name.

That is the name you'll take
as Queen. Your father took George.

Obviously his name is...

was, Albert.

And, before he abdicated,
your uncle took Edward, of course.

His name was David.

- What's wrong with my name?
- Nothing.

Well, then, let's not overcomplicate
matters unnecessarily.

My name is Elizabeth.

Then, long live Queen Elizabeth.

So sorry about the dress, ma'am.

All right.

Ready when you are, ma'am.

[cameras click]

Shauri mbya kabisa.

[cameras click]

[child chants in Swahili]

[chants in Swahili]

- It's the middle of the night.
- I couldn't sleep.

No one in the country can sleep.

I know one shouldn't believe
everything one hears...

But?

I was speaking
with Jock Colville's wife.

- Mary. Margaret.
- Margaret.

She said that Anthony went to see
the King ten days ago.

What for?

To express his concern
about your age.

Your leadership. Your incapacity.

- To ask him to bid you stand down.
- That's impossible.

The King would never engage
in such treachery.

And Anthony would never dare.
I've been like a father to him.

I groomed him every step of the way.

Well, ignore me, then.

It's probably nothing.

Come on, it's probably nothing.

- What are you up to?
- It's my eulogy for the King.

It's broadcast tomorrow
and the right words keep eluding me.

- They'll want you to fail, you know.
- [sighs] I know.

Anything less than perfect
will be a disaster.

Anthony, eh?

I can't sleep.

No.

I'm sorry.

You're sorry?

I'm sorry.

I thought we'd have longer.

Ma'am. Three hours to go now.

- What do you think will happen?
- When?

When we land.

What will happen then?

- Morning.
- Morning.

The PM will not be joining us
this morning.

He is very much tired
from all the emotion of yesterday.

- So, where is he?
- He's still asleep.

So, in his absence, as deputy,
I will preside.

- The Queen's flight...
- Wait a minute, Anthony.

If you're presiding over the meeting
on behalf of the PM,

shouldn't you be sitting
in the appropriate chair?

I don't think that's entirely necessary.

Very well.

So, the Queen's flight
is now over Italy,

having left the El Adem airfield
in Libya at five this morning.

Sorry to disturb.

May I just say how very sorry I am

that we'll not be working
together anymore.

Why?

I have to give way
to Sir Tommy Lascelles.

As private secretary to the
sovereign, he's my senior.

This is where I have to stand aside
for the great man.

Martin... so sorry.

Ma'am.

[Philip] What a nightmare.

Charteris at least had one foot
in the real world.

And was your man, our man,
on our side.

Whereas Tommy Lascelles...

he's stuck in the land
that time forgot.

[door opens]

- [Peter] You asked to see me, sir.
- I did.

- Will you sit?
- Thank you, sir.

I'd assumed that following the death
of His Late Majesty,

you would,
at the earliest appropriate moment,

be resuming your duties
with the Royal Air Force.

Yes, sir.

I mentioned this to the Queen...

the Queen Mother, this morning,
who then asked me,

quite unusually,
to ask you whether you might like

- to reconsider such a departure.
- Oh, sir?

She felt that you had enjoyed
an uncommonly close association

with her late husband
and earned not just his trust,

but the trust and affection
of the family.

Thank you, sir.

In the light of this, she wondered
whether you might consider

staying on in a new role,

as comptroller of the Queen Mother's
household.

- I see.
- A kind and generous offer.

As befits the widow of a kind...

and generous man.

But, while I'm sure you're flattered,

I don't expect you to accept
the post.

Hence my discouragement of the offer.

I didn't want Her Majesty to suffer
the embarrassment of a refusal.

Why would I not accept, sir?

Well, you're asking
the wrong question, Townsend.

Why would you?

You're a decorated war hero,
still in your prime,

and comptroller of the Queen Mother's
household

has no military associations.

It would take you away
from your wife and children.

After all, the person

with whom you enjoyed the uncommonly
close understanding is deceased.

Unless I'm missing something.

Unless, there is someone else

with whom you enjoy
an uncommonly close understanding,

which would make accepting this post
more attractive.

I don't know
what you're referring to.

Don't you, Group Captain Townsend?

Husband and father.

No, sir.

You're probably telling yourself

that because no one has confronted
you about it, that no one can know.

Allow me to disabuse you
of that delusion.

Within the close community
of those that serve the family,

I regret to tell you,
that talk, ugly talk,

unbecoming tittle-tattle
is of little else.

Now I'm well aware of the toll
that round-the-clock service

takes on the private lives
of those that serve.

I am also aware of the feelings
generated by continued close proximity

to the people you are working for,
but I would hate you

to mistake those feelings
for anything else.

Will you thank the Queen Mother
for her kind offer?

I should be delighted to accept.

There's no rush.
Take your time to think it over.

Seventy-two hours... a week.

I want you to make
the right decision.

I already have, sir.
The answer is yes.

- Gentlemen.
- Winston.

Impeccable timing.

That's the one.

Your Majesty,
I've been asked to give you this.

And this, Ma'am,
from Her Majesty Queen Mary.

Thank you.

Thank you, Charteris.
I'll take over from here.

- Thank you, Martin.
- Thank you, sir.

Your Majesty.

Martin...

[Queen Mary] Dearest Lilibet,

I know how you loved your papa,
my son.

And I know you will be as devastated
as I am by this loss.

But you must put those sentiments
to one side now,

for duty calls.

The grief for your father's death
will be felt far and wide.

Your people will need
your strength and leadership.

I have seen three great monarchies
brought down through their failure

to separate personal indulgences
from duty.

You must not allow yourself
to make similar mistakes.

And while you mourn your father,
you must also mourn someone else.

Elizabeth Mountbatten.

For she has now been replaced
by another person, Elizabeth Regina.

The two Elizabeths will frequently be
in conflict with one another.

The fact is, the Crown must win.

Must always win.

- Ready, ma'am?
- It's all right.

I'll escort her down from here.

No, sir. If you don't mind,
the Crown takes precedence.

Stand by, everybody.

[man on radio] This is London.

[man] Three, two, one.

When the death of the King was
announced to us yesterday morning,

there struck a deep
and somber note in our lives,

which resounded far and wide,

stilled the clatter
and traffic of 20th century life,

and made countless millions
of human beings around the world

pause and look around them.

The King was greatly loved
by all his peoples.

The greatest shocks ever felt
by this island

fell upon us in his reign.

Never, in our long history

were we exposed to greater perils
of invasion and destruction.

The late King, who assumed
the heavy burden of the Crown

when he succeeded his brother,

lived through every minute
of this struggle

with a heart that never quavered

and a spirit undaunted.

In the end, death came as a friend.

And after a happy day
of sunshine and sport,

and after a goodnight
to those who loved him best,

he fell asleep,

as every man or woman

who strives to fear God
and nothing else in the world,

may hope to do.

[sobs]

Now, I must leave

the treasures of the past
and turn to the future.

Famous have been the reigns
of our queens.

Some of the greatest periods
in our history

have unfolded under their scepters.

Queen Elizabeth II,

like her namesake, Queen Elizabeth I,

did not pass her childhood in any
certain expectation of the Crown.

This new Elizabethan age

comes at a time when mankind stands
uncertainly poised...

Wait.

...on the edge of catastrophe.

I, whose youth was passed
in the august, unchallenged

and tranquil glories
of the Victorian era,

may well feel the thrill
in invoking once more

the prayer and the anthem,

God Save the Queen.

[all] God Save the Queen.

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