All language subtitles for Edward VII - 10 - The Years of Waiting

Come on up and Bertie! I hadn't realized that old tub of yours would take two hours to reach Carl's.

We're horribly late! The wind was against us.

Pity, we weren't on meteor! She carries more sail.

We should have put in at Sandblum and taken the train as I suggested.

Mama will be furious this dinner's in your honey.

They'd be have nothing to worry about. They can't start without me.

Cheer up, Uncle Bertie. Don't look so worried.

You know, I believe you're just a little bit frightened of your mother.

And it took you two hours to come round from Sandblum? Well, that seems a long time.

We were on the Britannia, Grandma. I'm afraid she hasn't the speed of my meteor, or we'd have been here in plenty of time.

Well, I trust you had a pleasant day's sailing.

I believe your dinner is ready for you in the dining room.

Bertie!

You're late! We have already eaten, as we had no idea when you might arrive. It seemed the only thing to do.

I'm sorry, Uncle Bertie. I seem to have got you into a bit of trouble.

Never mind. It's been a splendid day. Well, it's have dinner. I'm starving.

Now, Bertie, it's all right, Papa.

He's insufferably impossible. I've had about as much as I can stand today. He seems to think he's running the regatta.

I don't think he means it. It's just his way.

My dear Beatrice, if you'd heard him tell him how he could all be so much better organized, and not just once, but again and again, on and on,

you wouldn't make excuses for him. But he's jealous of you for far that sort.

That floating foreign office he keeps on board, Hohenzoll, and you know he had the cheat to some of the prime minister the other day,

and when Lord Salisbury was late through no fault of his own, will he licked him for half an hour on the virtues of punctuality? It's too much!

It really is! Never mind, darling. You can get your revenge tomorrow by beating him in the big race.

No, I can't. No, I can't. Now he's refused to take part, says the handicapping's unfair.

In any case, meteor is faster than Britannia. I must read he's right about that.

Couldn't you turn the tables on him by building a bigger and better Britannia? So, when he comes back next year...

You know, Toria, that's not a bad idea. I'll speak to Castle about it tomorrow.

You better go into dinner, darling. You don't want to keep willy-waiting.

Don't I? If I wasn't so hungry, I'd keep him waiting all night!

The boy I love is up in the gallery. The boy I love is looking at me.

There he is! Can't you see?

Why, if it is, and could she, as merry as a Robbie? What sits on a tree?

Now I'm a young girl, and I just come over. Over from the country where they do things big.

And amongst the boys, I got me a lover. And since I got a lover now, I don't care a big.

There's only one way to beat him, my dear Ernest. And that's to build up a bigger and better yacht.

Well, sir, speaking as your financial advisor, I'm afraid that unless the government's prepared to foot the building...

I can't afford it, is that what you're doing then? Yes, sir.

Well, in that case, I'll give up yachting entirely. We'll sell Britannia and concentrate on horses, eh, Ernest?

Now if I was a duchess and had a lot of money, I'd get it to the boy what's gonna marry me.

I don't know how you can even think of spending all that money on New York.

When there are so many more worthwhile things needing to be done.

Daisy Mardier, I feel that you are going to speak to me of working men's clubs and the social conditions of the deserving poor.

Don't laugh at me, I'm being serious. Far too much money is spent on unnecessary luxuries.

Spare me, Mardier. I came here to listen to Miss Lloyd Singh, not to hear you lecture me on the new socialism.

I'm sorry, sir, but I believe we can make a new society.

No one can make a new society, my dear society grows, it is not made.

Pretty sound, don't you think?

No, they are much too good to throw away. And as I shall certainly never wear them again,

I think you'd better have Bessie unpick them, then they can be cleaned and used as furniture covers or some such thing.

Yes, Mardier. Yes, it will be a terrible waste just to throw them away, don't you think?

Well there's some beautiful work in them, Mardier.

Yes, I think they'd make excellent chair covers, don't you, Minnie?

Yes. Mm-hmm. Yes, good, thank you, Charlotte.

Mardier.

Oh, and Charlotte, would you ask Princess Victoria to come to me, please?

Mardier.

I find I just don't wear such colors anymore, not since my darling, Eddie.

Oh, Minnie, I'm so sorry, what a thoughtless thing to say.

Oh, why, we have both lost someone. You are son and I husband.

He was one of the great stars, you must always be proud of him.

Yes, yes, I am.

I hope Nikki will follow in his father's footsteps, but I'm afraid for him. He's weak.

I know I shouldn't say this, but he has not his father's will.

He has you, you must help him.

Yes, if I can, but since he's married, Alec is a German influence, he's very strong.

You know, it was the Kaiser who finally persuaded her to become Orthodox, so that the marriage could take place.

That man, he has a hand and every pie.

Bertie says he behaved appallingly at cows again this year.

Oh, how is Bertie? I should love to see him.

Will he come down here?

Oh, he spends most of his time in London or with friends.

He does a lot of racing now, you know.

I ought to go with him, I suppose, but really I prefer to stay quietly here at Sandriga.

Oh, Toria, dear. Yes, my mom.

Have you come to sit with your Aunt Minnie and me?

Charlotte said you wanted to speak to me.

Oh, did I? I wonder what?

I've spoken to the gardeners about the beds in front of the house.

Have you, dear, thank you.

I have such quarrels with him.

They will insist on big displays, all very formal.

I prefer the simpler, smaller flowers.

No, dear, it wasn't that.

Are you sure? That's what your Aunt Charlotte said.

Yes, my mom, quite sure.

Well, I'm afraid I can't remember.

Unless it was about the hymns for Sunday, it may have been that.

Will you see if you can find the list of Mr. Harvey brought?

I must check it and send it back tomorrow.

I think it's in my desk. Be an angel. See if you can find it for me, will you?

Yes, my mom.

She's so good, Toria.

I don't know what I should do without her.

She should be married.

Oh, nonsense. There's plenty of time for that.

Oh, don't be silly, Alex. She's 28. Louise and Mord are both married.

Yes, I know, I know.

But Toria shows no inclination for it.

Anyway, I don't think I could manage if she went away just now.

She can't stay here for the rest of her life, acting as a sort of unpaid servant to you.

Oh, many nonsense. She's perfectly happy.

I hope she'll be able to find that list that Mr. Harvey brought.

He is a bidding client to choose rather noisy hymns.

Sometimes I have to strike them out and substitute more suitable ones.

One doesn't want to fight the good fight every Sunday evening, if you see what I mean.

But why was I not told, Prime Minister?

It came as a complete surprise to me.

I can only assure you, sir, that it came as an equal surprise to her Majesty's government. Indeed.

Well, what's happened?

I see the newspapers are calling it the Jameson raid. Who is this man, James?

Well, sir, it seems that Cecil Rhodes, the Prime Minister of the Cape,

sensed this Dr. Jameson with some 400-munded police on a raid into the Transvaal,

hoping to incite a revolt against the Boer government of Paul Krugas.

And thereby bring about a federated British dominion stretching from Johannesburg to the Cape.

And he's failed.

I'm afraid so. The revolt did not materialize. Jameson was forced to surrender.

And you knew nothing about this?

Nothing, sir.

Well, it seems to have reached the Kaiser. I understand he said a telegram to Krugas,

congratulating him on preserving his independence.

I believe that is, sir.

Damn chick.

But what's Rhodes going to do now?

He has resigned.

And will return to this country for an official inquiry.

I see. Well, I hope we shall remember that if events have taken a different turn,

he'd have been given a hero's welcome.

Yes, indeed.

And I should appreciate it, Lord Saul's brief.

You keep me a little better informed about such matters.

Your predecessor, Mr. Gladstone, managed it.

And it's surely not too much to ask that I should know what's going on in a British colony before the Kaiser.

No, sir. I had thought her Majesty...

Oh, she tells me nothing. I'm a master of ceremonies.

That's all I make arrangements for visiting for enroyalty.

I've been doing it all my life. I'm very good at it.

I'm sorry.

Yes.

Well, I dare say we shall see you at Balmoral.

I hope, sir. Her Majesty has been kind enough to infect me while the sir and sardina are there.

Good. Good. Good.

Francis, will you see Lord Saul's brief out, sir?

Master of ceremonies.

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They looked such a pretty dance,

and they looked such a pretty advanced dance.

The Lord's member, sir.

Those people now put their hand on their face.

Oh, the Lord!

Oh!

Oh!

Sir and the Lord's understanding.

I am glad you and Nicky were able to come to Balmoral.

I think of all my homes. It is the one I like best.

He loved it too, you know.

Your grandfather.

Oh, yes. It is very pleasant here.

I hope Nicky is enjoying himself.

You mustn't let Bertie exhaust him with his shooting.

I thought he was looking a little tired when he came in this morning.

I never mind, Madhya. Perhaps you'll be lucky at tomorrow.

Whether it was too good today or dare say it affected your aim.

We're going out tomorrow again.

Oh, good Lord. Yes, miss shooting in the country.

I don't like to miss a day.

I hope it will not rain.

Oh, I don't think I'll drop a rain bottle, me.

Oh, looks tired.

I think he finds the shooting expeditions a little strenuous.

At the Prince of Wales, must be nearly twice his age.

His Royal Highness has always had enough energy for several men.

Most of it will last spent in sporting pursuit.

There's hardly his fault, is it, Prime Minister?

Grandma Ma seems in excellent spirits.

Yes, she's 77, you know, and still as sharp as ever.

It'll be yours one day, Uncle Bertie.

Well, you had to wait a long time, but one day.

Oh, I don't think about it, my dear boy. These days I simply don't think about it.

Hello, George, what have you done with me?

Oh, she's gone upstairs to make sure the children are settled.

The perfect little mother.

Have you been smoking?

Yes, Papa.

Well, for God's sake, heat some peppermint or something

before you go in in the other Queen. You know how she hates the smell of tobacco.

Do you know what day it is today, my dear?

It is Tuesday, Grandma Ma.

No, no, no. I mean, what is special about today?

Yes, Grandma Ma.

On this day, I have rained longer than any English sovereign before me.

Now, what do you think about?

How interesting.

Up until now, my grandfather, George III, held the palm.

But today, it has passed to me.

Ah, Betty, I was just telling Allieke that today I have rained longer than any English sovereign before me.

Yes, ma'am, I know. Now, would you two fine young men is going to ask this Bonnie Wheel Lassie for a dance, eh?

Ah, too slow, too slow. Come along, my dear.

Will you give your own home a pleasure?

Of course, I'm the lamb.

Don't show us, ma'am.

I want Betty if you are aware. That's me.

My congratulations, ma'am. I understand it on this day. We're rained longer than any other British sovereign, even including George III.

Thank you.

I remember I was once out shooting with your father at Sandringham.

Yes, Uncle Bertie.

You must have been there.

You and your mother. You were in about six. Two young remember, I remember.

I remember staying at Sandringham.

We went on a picnic. That's right.

There's before he became Zarr. I used to envy him, ma'am.

My father?

Yes. Yes, envy his power.

In Russia, you're the absolute rulers of your country.

I remember telling him I wish we still had that sort of authority here.

But the Queen is the ruler of her people.

Rename, yes. But in fact, no. Not anymore.

And I used to regret that, you see.

You do not regret it now.

No, no. I think now that if we're to survive, it can only be as constitutional money.

You are content to be a figure here. I could never be happy with such a position.

We have a duty to lead our people. They are like children and children need a father.

A father who orders or a father who suggests.

A child does not respect that sort of father.

No, I love the other sort of.

Well, that was bitter, ain't it, Kim?

Good evening, Prime Minister. Francis. We had some fine sport today, didn't we?

Yes, thank you, Uncle Bertie. I have enjoyed myself.

I still don't see why you need all those damn detectives.

Your safest houses up here, you know.

I'm afraid it is necessary.

Now, if you will excuse me, I must change.

I have to see her majesty in half an hour.

Yes, yes, of course. I should see her dinner.

What's this, Francis? An official meeting I wasn't told about.

Yes, sir. The Queen is meeting with the Tsar and the Prime Minister at six o'clock.

I'm mad as he suggested we meet to discuss the situation in Africa.

I see. And I have not been invited to attend.

I'm afraid not, sir.

Well, I, there's a, it doesn't matter. I was planning to leave in any case tomorrow for new market.

Sir, yes.

Well, I suppose I better go and get change. Coming, George?

Yes, sir.

Oh, dear. That was unfortunate.

Yes, I think if I may say so, Prime Minister, you're making a great mistake.

Indeed. His Royal Highness is much loved in Russia.

He has been ever since he went there for the funeral of Xi Alexander.

His advice would be in value.

I'm sure you're right. But the decision to exclude him was not mine.

The Queen insisted.

I see. So what?

The Queen insisted.

I see. So once again, when he could be of real service, he will not be at the council table but at the races.

Forgive me, Prime Minister. I know I should be used to it by now, but I'm afraid it still makes me angry.

I agree with you, Francis. Believe me, I agree with you.

But what can I do?

Until I have majesty to say it otherwise, I'm afraid it will always be the races.

Come back!

Come on!

Thank you.

Royal Highness.

Mr. and Mrs. George Capo.

Capo?

Yes, Mr. Capo.

Would you account a joint man in the box?

Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I believe I have to congratulate you, sir, on winning the derby.

Oh, yes, I see.

Thank you, Mrs. Gladson. Yes, I'm particularly pleased as Persimmon missed the 2000 guineas.

Indeed. I'm not a racing man, as you know, sir, but I understand that you are likely to top the winning onos list.

Oh, well, it's early days yet, but we're hopeful.

Certainly we're showing a profit at the moment, and that keeps earnest here happy.

I'm sure the country is proud of your Royal Highness success on the turf.

Oh, well, I hope so. I hope so.

The country hasn't always been proud of me.

Hey, William, I've always believed that if you have been given the opportunities, sir...

Yes, I know. I know. And you did your best to get it for me.

We all tried, didn't we? I wonder why nothing ever came of it.

The risk of incurring your displeasure, sir?

No, go on. Nothing ever came of it because her majesty is an obstinate and short-sighted old woman.

Really?

Sorry, sir.

No, no, don't apologize. You're absolutely right. An obstinate and short-sighted old woman.

And a great queen.

Well, my dear, I believe you wanted to talk to Mr. Gadsden private.

No, don't get up.

And I've promised to show Mr. and Mrs. Kepel a house.

Then now, me, my dear.

Now, where would you like to start?

Well, my dear Princess...

What can I do?

What can I do for you?

Oh, Mr. Gadsden, it's a situation in Greece. I'm so worried about my brother, Willie.

Has the King of Greece been in touch with you?

Oh, yes, he's desperate. He sends me telegrams begging me to use my influence with the Queen, with the government.

But what can I do? Who will listen to me?

What is the position now?

The Turkish army has reached Domicos. There's nothing now to stop them taking Athens.

If only the great powers would act, it is our only hope.

Will you help me?

My last dear lady, I only wish I could.

But since I retired, I've had little enough influence with my own party.

Little alone, the present government.

As for her majesty.

I sometimes wonder whether I ever had any influence.

Oh, I don't you see her yourself?

Oh, dear, I suppose I shall have to, but I do so dreaded.

Especially now when she's interested in nothing but the diamond jubilee next month.

But if I wait until that is over, it will be too late.

Oh, dear.

And that, my dear Mrs. Kepel, is the man himself.

And that's persimmon just after the race. Do you remember my young...

Oh, yes.

Don't my fellow named Begg is good, isn't it?

Yes, it's excellent.

Brought it around for me to see this morning. All there's hats in the air.

I think it captures the atmosphere of the occasion, don't you?

I do.

This is a...

Well, two other pictures, my interest you. Portraits, that sort of thing.

Of course, I know expert, but I'm told they're good.

There is even a silly fuss about what the celebration is to be called.

Lord Solisbury wants the Queen's commemoration.

The home secretary has even suggested the jubilee-semy.

Oh, jubilee-semy.

I don't see what's wrong with diamond jubilee myself.

I believe that is what the people are calling it.

Yes, mamma. Mayor, there is to be a procession through London.

And we shall stop by the steps of St. Paul's Cathedral for a short service.

Mayor, I talked to you about Greece now.

I'm afraid I should find the full Thanksgiving service in the Abbey, too tiring this time.

Although, of course, there will be a family Thanksgiving here in St. George's Chapel on the Sunday.

Sir Arthur Salomon has composed a special jubilee hymn.

Mama?

Yes, dear.

I've come here to ask for your help.

Of course, dear. I have always been glad that you and Bertie felt you could come to me with any little problem.

It's about the situation in Greece.

The situation in Greece.

The Turkish army is on the brink of overrunning the whole country.

There have been anti-monarchist demonstrations in Athens.

I'm so worried about my brother and his family.

Anti-monarchist demonstration.

It is the Kaiser who's behind it all. He's encouraging the Turks.

If only the great powers would act.

No, Alex, don't distress yourself. I understand from Lord Salomon that we are in touch with the Vard about the matter.

But unless something is done so...

No, Alex!

We will not speak of it anymore.

Nothing.

I want you inverted to travel with me in my carriage during the procession.

I believe they are decorating the streets with these new electric light bulbs.

Of course, they didn't give the same light as the ordinary gastric.

But I'm told they look very pretty.

Well, Francis, what do you think of it?

The costumes, huh?

Well, of course the costume. What else?

Very impressive, sir.

I think the hat helps.

They're magnificent, sir.

I don't know why, brother, really.

But if everybody else is to be in fence and dress...

Your Royal Highness looks perfectly splendid.

Thank you, Francis. You give me a hand with that, really, huh?

Yes, of course.

I understand from the Duchess of Devonshire that she's asked over 3,000 people, so I do say it'll be quite a crush.

Is the hell of London's heaps of gone mad with the Jubilee celebrations?

Yes, I shan't be sorry when it's all over. I'm afraid the Princess of Wales gets hot a bit bored at some of these functions.

What costume has her Royal Highness chosen?

Well, I believe she's going as Margaret de Valois, but I haven't seen it. She's been so much preoccupied.

I'm afraid the situation in Greece is still causing her concerns.

Yes, I've asked Sol's Brita Giba in form, but I'm afraid no one's much interested in the Greek question at the moment.

Ah, Alex, my dear.

What are you laughing at?

Oh, dear. It's that hat. You look so funny in that hat, my darling.

Oh, do I? I thought it was rather dashing.

Well, will I do?

You look enchanting.

You think they'll know who I'm supposed to be?

I shouldn't think so, my dear, but does it matter? Come well, late already.

My fault, I know. We couldn't find anything to pin the headdress with. Thank you, Francis.

I hope this sword isn't going to get in the way. It's rather larger than the one I usually wear.

Where's your hat?

Well, you said you didn't like it.

No, no, I love it.

Well, I left it on the table.

But you must wear it. Of course you must wear it. The costume is incomplete without it. Francis, would you?

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

I wanted to come here today of all days.

Diamond Jubilee.

And with you, my dear, you were always his favorite child.

Yes, I know.

I don't think he ever understood, Bertie.

But you always seemed so happy when he was with you.

You were a whore. You made me cry.

I still miss him, you know.

It is 36 years since he was taken.

And I don't think there has been a single day when I have not thought about him

and wished him alive again.

I shall be buried here beside him.

And quite soon, I think.

Oh, Mama.

Manson's child. I had expected to do him long ago.

Sometimes I wonder what I'm doing still waiting around here.

Please, Mama, you mustn't say such things.

You have never been more loved by your people than you are at this moment.

Yes.

Yes, I didn't think that's true.

Do you know, the other day, as we drove into the castle,

there was a great crowd in the streets cheering and shouting.

And suddenly I heard a man's voice cry out above the rest, go it old go.

I'd rather like that.

Go it old go.

Yes, Mama.

Well, come along.

If we are to be ready to meet the colonial heads of state, we'd better be going.

Go it old go.

Yes, a friendly ring to it, hasn't it?

This is it, Mama.

Just like my snapshots, only the people actually move.

Extraordinary.

Very certain ears are a remarkable invention.

How does it work?

Well, I believe that what we see is a series of photographs passing very quickly through an instrument called a project.

But why did it look as if it was Snell's?

Yes, it was rather a pity, wasn't it?

What did you think, William?

I didn't care for it, Miss Elph.

Flickles too much.

But I dare say it'll catch on.

Well, I thought it was awful. I could hardly see a thing.

Our story is, you don't want to upset the kind gentleman who'll take in all the trouble to show a photographic machine.

Come.

Did you enjoy it, Mrs Gladstone?

Very much.

And it will certainly be a blessing to those of us who cannot get us out to see.

I suppose in future all important state occasions will be recorded in the same way.

I hope they get rid of all that Snell's.

Well, William, sir, all seems to have gone off very well, isn't it?

How's your hospital fund, progressives?

Oh, splendidly. I'm very pleased we got over 200,000 in fun.

Good. Probably the most lasting thing to come out of the time and jubilee.

She am the best.

Thank you, William.

I had hoped Her Majesty might celebrate the occasion by abdicating.

Doesn't look as if it's going to happen.

No, no, I'm glad to say.

Are you, sir?

What? Glad to say?

Oh, yes.

Yes.

Well, once I do welcome you.

But now, do you know what I'm not even sure I won the job anymore?

To be quite honest, I don't think I can do it.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Mr. Gladstone's body was carried into Westminster Abbey by eight Paul Bearers.

Among them is Royal Highness, the Prince of Wales, and his Royal Highness, the Duke of York.

They're followed a moving service.

No precedent.

There is no precedent whatsoever for such an action.

I shall telegraph, Bertie.

I don't know what he's going to be thinking of.

Shall I go on, Mama?

Yes. Go on.

They're followed a moving service during which the great man was laid to rest in the north transept of the Abbey, close to the grave of Sir Robert Pugh.

After the committal, while the organ played Mr. Handel's dead march from Saul,

Mrs. Gladstone was seated in a chair at the head of the grave,

and his Royal Highness, the Prince of Wales, followed by the other Paul Bearers, walked over to...

Walked over to where she sat and kissed her hand.

What?

His Royal Highness, the Prince of Wales, followed by the other Paul Bearers, walked over to where she sat and kissed her hand.

MA

How is the war going?

Not at all, I'm afraid, Agnes.

I trust our reverses at any temporary,

but at the moment, I'm afraid our army's been besieged in free places.

Lady Smith, Kimberley, and Mafecan.

That's terrible.

Yes, it is. And I'm expected to.

That letter from young Winston Churchill, the other day.

Apparently these boys are not the ignorant farmers we would like to expect.

Churchill says their skilled fighters trained to use the Bush country

and the way that our fellows come back.

And our two stick in the mud to lure.

Yeah, well, that's one way of putting it, certainly.

I just wish that I could get out there.

George.

Believe me, my dear fellow, I know exactly how you feel.

But the Queen had never alone.

How is her Majesty taking the news?

Oh, she's indestructible, my dear fellow.

You know, when Arthur Balfour went down to Sierra and Windsor the other day,

she told me she wasn't interested in the possibilities of defeat,

as they didn't exist.

Sir James, may I ask your name?

May I ask your advice as a doctor?

Ma'am.

I'm most anxious to do something more to help our troops in Africa.

I'm sending out 12 nursing sisters, as I think you know.

Yes indeed.

And I would like you, if you would, to look into the possibility of fitting out a proper hospital ship.

Well, if on Royal Highness would not think it impudent of me,

I would like to do something to help to.

Oh, my dear, Agnes, you know she'd be only too delighted.

Well, I had thought to turn my house of Grogan a crescent into a nursing for office.

My sister Fanny has agreed to run it with me, but,

well, of course, we shall have to find the capital.

Well, would you allow me to help you?

Miss Kaiser is persuading her party to help her with a hospital for office.

Yes.

Can you afford it?

Oh, I expect to, your Royal Highness, at any rate, if he wants to, we must see that he can.

That's weird.

That would be more than kind of, you sir, but I didn't mean to suggest.

No, no, not this is my dear. No, I may, too, please.

I intend to concern myself in how the ship is equipped and run.

As soon as we return from Copenhagen, I should supervise all the details personally.

Your Royal Highness's interest will be in Vennable.

When do you actually go to Denmark?

Oh, very soon in a week or two.

Best of all, the Prince of Wales is to go with me this time.

I'm taking Alex to see her father.

There's trouble with the boys.

Of course, I'm at the anti-produced feeling. I don't want her travelling alone, you see.

No, of course not.

We'll go to the record, we'll try and prove Basel.

Yes.

I need a problem.

I need a problem.

I've had a communication from the British Consulist.

Because of the possibility of demonstrations, he requests that you do not leave the trip.

Demonstrations?

The place is for a policeman. What else the fellow talking about?

We can perfectly most sit here until the train leaves again. Thank you, Francis.

Now, dear, say we can.

I intend, however, to stretch my legs on the platform.

But you do think that's wise?

That means you're gone.

It is done, I forgot.

Are you all right, sir?

Yes, sir. Yes, I think so.

The fellow obviously wasn't a very good shot.

Thank God.

It's my life, yes.

I'm the boy now.

I'll do the best.

My life, my life.

My friend, your life.

Is there any other boy?

Tell them not to hurt him, Francis.

My life.

It's no good, I shall never take to this new stitching.

May is trying to teach me, but my poor old fingers simply will not learn.

We were always so good at need at work.

Dear, remember, when we used to make our own dresses,

Mama would find patterns for us.

Well, Mama, I do miss her, Minnie.

Even though it's almost three years now since she died.

Yes, I suppose we should be used to it.

What's that, dear?

People dying.

First you're Eddie.

Then my sashand, my George.

Mama, and now Effie.

Don't, Minnie, I can hardly bear it.

And Vicki's so ill.

Does the Queen know about Vicki?

I don't think she realizes how serious it is they've kept that from her.

How is she?

The Queen?

Oh, she's very up and down.

Sometimes she's full of energy dashing about visiting hospitals or viewing troops.

But her sight is bad and she suffers from insomnia a lot.

Well, it can't be long now, you know?

What, dear?

It will soon be Bertie's turn.

You will be Queen, Alex.

Queen Alexandra.

Oh, Minnie, what a thing to say.

Well, it's true.

Oh, look, I've got the threads all twisted.

I shall have to ask Toria to unpick it.

Will you ring the bell for me?

Oh, dear.

Oh, dear.

Oh, dear.

Oh, dear.

Oh, dear.

Oh, dear.

Oh, dear.

Oh, dear.

Oh, nonsense.

There's plenty of time for that.

You're still quite young.

In any case, I don't think I could spare her just at the moment.

She's helping me so much with all the arrangements for my hospital shift.

That war should be over.

It's ridiculous the way it drags on.

What did they say when it started?

Three weeks and here we are in the second year.

Winston Churchill says the boat is a very good place to go.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

The second year.

Winston Churchill says the boat is a tough fighter.

Well, that's a smaby.

But if the whole might of the British Empire can't quail a few rebellious boars, I don't

know what the word is coming to.

I think it's a little more complicated than that.

And what happened to that wretched youth who tried to assassinate your embrassals?

His name was Cepido.

It turned out he was a member of an anarchist group and only fifteen.

Seems the Belgian court has cleared him of having any criminal intent,

which seems a little odd.

But that's outrageous.

Yes, Bertie was rather upset.

Still, I suppose, as he was so young, you...

Ah, Tory, a dear.

I seem to have gone wrong with the stitching, somehow.

If George and me are coming over for dinner tonight,

I should just have to put Ernest Castle next to her again.

Seems hardly found before, man, as one day she's dread of her dog,

but I can't think of any other way of doing it.

Yes, dear, and Mrs. Kepper next to your father.

Oh, my dear, did you see her out driving with Bertie this afternoon?

Mm-hmm.

She's grown so dreadfully, still.

And so is Bertie. He's eating too much again.

I know, it's terrible.

He eats anything and everything and never bothers to chew his food at all.

It's so bad for him.

But since he got back from poor office funeral, he's been so low.

I haven't liked to bother him.

Well, he got to Hamburg again for the cure.

I don't know. He's worried about the Queen.

He doesn't like to be out of the country for too long.

There. You see, he knows he's coming, even if you don't.

Stop it, Minnie. I won't listen to such talk.

Toria, dear, would you run over to York Cottage

and ask me if I could have the children for this afternoon?

Yes, my ma.

David is growing up such a pretty child, and young Bertie has a sweet nature.

May is very good. She lets me have them whenever I want them.

Come in.

Hello, Frances.

Sir.

Sorry not to warn you I was coming up.

Will her royal highness be joining you, has it?

Er, no, no, no, she's staying on its hand, for a while.

I'm afraid I got bored.

Can't you just get on with anything?

He's a difficult day, sir.

Now, then?

Yes. Yes, I suppose they are.

Would your royal highness like me to arrive?

Would your royal highness like me to arrange an opera or theatre for the evening?

Er, no.

No, Hank, you're my dear Frances.

But I'm having dinner with Agnes Kaiser at Grimner Crescent.

I understand the services of her nesting home are much in demands.

So I believe.

Well, I do, sir, I shall hear all better this evening.

I'll be back.

Noles here?

Ah, Fritz.

Yes, his royal highness is here with me.

One moment, Fritz.

It's Ponson Bisser.

He's speaking from Osborne.

Thank you.

Hello, Ponson Bisser. This is the Prince of Wales speaking.

I see.

Yes, of course.

All right, all right, Ponson Bittemannamornin.

Yes, I'll get a special trip.

Thank you, Ponson. Goodbye.

She's dying, Agnes. This time it's true, I'm afraid.

The doctor says it's any matter of time.

I'm very sorry, sir.

I'm going to be back to Osborne first thing in the morning.

And the Princess of Wales.

She's coming from Sandring. I'm sure John may there.

I'm frightened, Agnes.

It's ridiculous, isn't it, Nip?

After waiting all these years, it looks as though it's going to happen at last.

And I'm frightened.

It would be most unnatural if you were not, sir.

I didn't think I can do it. I didn't think I'd fit to rain anymore.

That's nonsense.

It would be easy, sir. I wonder.

Once, well, years ago now, I longed for the opportunity, but now when I am nearly 60.

And so many people seem to expect me to fail.

Who expects you to fail? Who?

Well, there was an article in The Times the other day.

I can't remember exactly. It's something about various incidents in a long career.

Leaders to wonder. You know the sort of thing.

But it's not just the newspapers. I see people looking at me and thinking,

will he do? Has he got the guns for it?

Oh, there is an incident that you have.

Perhaps it would be better to stand aside, let Georgie do it.

He's young. He has the energy here, may.

No, sir. You cannot. You must not even consider such a thing.

Well, you see, I... Thank you. I... I'm tired.

I... I haven't the stomach for the fight anymore, and you need that.

Oh, my ma had it. Right up until this last year.

Oh, she was old, going blind, hardly able to walk some days, but...

The will was still there.

I'm afraid I may have lost that will.

If I ever had it.

You must not think like that, sir. Every man has doubts.

Only a fool is certain all the time.

But I can't change, Agnes. I am what I am. Do they realize that?

Or do they expect me to become a sort of copy of my mother?

You are greatly loved, sir.

Am I? Am I really anxious?

Yes, sir.

The king after so long. Don't they take it?

They will support you, sir. Be sure of that.

It will give you the strength you need.

Well, we shall soon see.

And thank you, my dear.

Thank you for not talking to me of my duty.

Am I better at all?

Yes, ma'am.

Then please may I have duty.

You need me as my mother?

Is she any better?

I'm afraid not, my dear.

Francis says the Kaiser is coming.

Yes, he more or less invited himself. There wasn't much I could do.

Come.

So, while my power had pressed me, I saw it still weak.

A modern friend, a proud and tolerant to a lightest arm.

But the more on those angel faces smile, which I have blood long since.

You lost a lot.

My ex.

Dear.

Kaiser has arrived, sir.

Thank you, Francis. I'll come down.

Uncle Bertie.

I have come as a member of the family.

I would like to see Grandma Ma once more before she does.

But if that is not possible, I shall entirely understand.

Thank you, William. I know Ma'am Ma would wish you to be present.

She'll go upstairs.

Bertie.

Bertie.

Cosys?

She'lluhl.

Whoa, the number one

My skin was destroyed, it was a good one for a shush, and I saw it come.

I should see it, and I saw it, and I was shurrying.

We got nothing into this world, and we had to suddenly cut it off.

The water came, and the water was taken.

And that's it with the name of the Lord.

Commission to Salyovova?

Why is the standard at half-mast, Captain?

Because the Queen is dead, sir.

But the King lives.

The King is dead.

The King is dead.