All language subtitles for Ladies in Waiting

I wish to be called Victoria.

Queen Victoria.

If anything should happen to her,
you are the heir to the throne.

Now that I'm Queen, I do
not need your assistance.

This is not a game!

You offered to act as
my private secretary.

I would be honoured ma'am.

The Queen has put me in
charge of the household.

So we're answerable to a governess?

I want to dance with you.

Your daughter has always been unstable.

You have always looked
at him first, then me!

Through you I've been
given a reason to continue.

I shall smile in the future
with your help Lord M.

♪ Gloriana

♪ Hallelujah

♪ Gloriana

♪ Hallelujah

♪ Gloriana, hallelujah

♪ Hallelujah!

Long live the Duchess!

Long live the Duchess of Kent!

God save the Duchess!

I am concerned about my niece's
state of mind, Wellington.

She seems incapable of taking
care of the business of government.

I believe they call her Mrs Melbourne.

He may be the Queen's favourite but that's
no reason why the country should suffer.

It's hard to know if he is
her minister or her nursemaid.

Indeed. He is altogether too indulgent
of my niece's unstable temperament.

Are you suggesting that the
Queen is not of sound mind, sir?

Let us say, Peel, that
her wits are fragile.

I suspect that the cares of office
are proving too much for her.

I'm sure the Duchess of Kent
would be delighted to step in,

and, of course, Sir John
Conroy would be at her side.

Conroy? The Duchess would need
the appointment of a co-regent.

Of royal blood?

Precisely.

They're all waiting for me to speak. I can
never think of anything interesting to say.

Everything the Queen says is interesting.

That is the third time you've looked
at your pocket watch since we arrived.

Do you have a more pressing appointment?

There's an anti-slavery bill
going through Parliament.

I'm worried about its outcome.

Surely slavery was
abolished a long time ago?

It's still legal in
some Caribbean islands.

The Tories have taken up the cause because
they think it can bring down my government.

Can't I do something about it? As Queen?

If it's known that I support abolition...

Liberals would applaud your good sense,

Tories would think I'd
filled your head with bunkum.

- And if I insist?
- You cannot, Ma'am.

Advise, yes, encourage
certainly, even warn,

but you cannot insist.

Such a splendid day.

Did you hear the crowds cheering
me, Drina? It was most flattering.

I think the people would appreciate
it if the Duchess were given a title

that reflects her position.

The Queen Mother.

That seems fitting to me.

But your current title
belonged to poor dear Papa.

I see no reason to change it.

Your Majesty.

Surprised you're not
at the House, my lord.

I hear the vote is very close.

Ma'am, sorry to desert you but I'm
afraid I've been called back to the House.

- Now?
- Please forgive me.

The Honourable Lord Hastings.

I say to the House that if
slavery is abolished in Jamaica,

then the economy of the
island will be imperilled.

And I say to the noble lord that a
moral principle cannot be ignored

simply because it is inconvenient.

This barbaric practice must be
abhorrent to all civilised people.

My lords, some decorum if you please!

We must talk about my title.

We have talked about it, Mama.

It seems your Lord Melbourne
turned you against me.

I make my own decisions.

And I see no reason to make you Queen
Mother, however much Sir John might like it.

It is a shame you don't
have a bigger head, Drina.

It is too small for the crown, I think.

There are workmen with dirty
boots in my kitchen, Mr Penge.

I'm trying to make a cake
for the Queen's birthday,

a cake that will dazzle the
court with its artistry.

But how can I reach the
very pinnacle of my craft

when I'm surrounded by noise
and dust and whistling?

Don't blame me, Mr Francatelli,
blame the Baroness.

She's the one that ordered
the gas to be put in.

Though why they had to start
down here I will never know.

You must tell the Baroness that I
cannot work under these conditions.

- Try telling the Baroness anything.
- She sets great store by the Queen's birthday.

If you told her the cake wouldn't be ready, she
would want Mr Francatelli to work in peace.

- Oh, thank you, Miss...?
- Skerrett, sir.

Hmph! What are you doing?

Dressers don't curtsey to cooks.

Oh, but I am not a cook, I am a chef.

Oh! And let there be light!

That's what happens when
you interfere with nature.

I'll get them.

Will you be very long, Mr Hayter?

The crown is so heavy
and far too big for me.

I thought it might slip down
over my nose in the Abbey.

Really, Ma'am? You looked so serene.

My heart was beating so fast I thought the
Archbishop would see it through my shift.

Lord M said he had never
seen someone tremble so.

He told me he thought
you did it beautifully.

I am concerned about him.
He does not seem himself.

My husband said they are worried about the
Jamaica Bill. There is a lot of opposition.

Your Uncle Cumberland would like nothing
better than to bring down poor William.

The funny thing is, a few weeks
ago he would have been delighted.

He was always complaining about how
tiresome it was being Prime Minister.

But not any more.

Order!

My Lords, I call for a
vote on the Jamaica Bill.

The ayes to the right, the
no's to the left, gentlemen.

Look, Mr Penge, reckon I could
catch all of them by midnight.

You just leave those rats alone, boy.
I've got plans for them, big plans.

It can only be described
as an infestation.

That's the trouble with gas, it shines
light on things you would rather not see.

The Queen must not know. She has
a great fear of these animals.

So you are authorising
me to hire a rat catcher?

With all the extra expense that entails?

You must find an expert.

Certainly, Baroness.

I think you will be impressed, Majesty,
when the gas lighting is finally installed.

I hope Lord M won't be much longer.

I so want to show him the painting I did
of Dash. He said it couldn't be done.

Shall I ring for some Negus, Majesty?

You know how soothing
you find it at night.

He should be here by now.

Sometimes the voting can take ages, Ma'am.

There's his carriage.

Lord M!

The others had given you up
but I knew you would come.

I must show you a painting I did of Dash. I
got him to sit still for just long enough.

That's a feat in itself.

I... I must... tell you, Ma'am,

the Jamaica Bill passed by
only five votes this evening.

And that means I can no longer
lead the Whigs in government.

But if the bill passed,
why should you resign?

The Tories are like hyenas, Ma'am.

Once they scent a man is down,
they circle looking for weaknesses.

The next vote we would certainly
lose. I'd rather leave now.

This cannot be.

How can I...?

How will I...?

Do you really mean to forsake me?

I have no choice, Ma'am.

My poor Victoria.

Such a big change.

How will I manage?

I know how you're feeling.

To be a woman without a
man to lean on is so hard.

He is the only one who understands.

No. Not the only one.

Oh, Mama.

Please open the door, Majesty.

If you don't get up now, there
won't be time to get ready.

You don't suppose she's
done something stupid?

Never! It is just some nerves.

Excuse me, Your Grace, but have
you informed Lord Melbourne?

He is so good at putting
the Queen in a good humour.

Brodie could take a message
to Dover House in no time.

"I strongly suggest, Ma'am,

that you ask the Duke of
Wellington to form a government.

He is, of course, a Tory...

.. but better the devil you know."

The Duke of Wellington.

I understand that I am obliged
to ask you to form a government.

Lord Melbourne says he no longer
has the confidence of the House

and that your party must take charge.

You do me a great honour, Ma'am.

But I regret that I am too old
to be Prime Minister again.

It is time to make way for a younger man.

You should send for Robert Peel.

But I do not know Sir Robert, and
I have admired you all my life.

You flatter me, Ma'am,

but I'm afraid that this is
a battle... you cannot win.

Look at the mud on these. Very unlike
Ma'am to get her things so dirty.

- I think Her Majesty
is distracted. - Yeah.

We wouldn't put in our curl papers last night.
The pillow was wet through this morning.

I feel sorry for the Queen. She
is so attached to Lord Melbourne.

Whatever she thinks of Lord
Melbourne does not concern you.

We just... take care of the clothes...

.. and make sure... she
looks like a Queen.

Now then...

.. how do you turn this thing on?

- Aagh!
- Oh, Mrs Jenkins!

- I'll shall fetch some
butter from the kitchen. - Oh!

May I have some butter?

It's for Mrs Jenkins. She burnt
her hand lighting the gas.

You can have butter if you like,
but I can give you something better.

You can?

- Close your eyes.
- Not likely.

- You might do something complicated.
- Oh, please.

Or you'll spoil my surprise.

Oh-ah-ha-ha!

An ice house!

I had heard about them, but...

There's something about your very
charming face that's familiar.

Could we have met before?

I don't think so.

I had better get back to Mrs Jenkins.

Your Majesty.

One moment... Ma'am.

I imagine the change of
government is unsettling.

I know how much you value
Lord Melbourne's counsel.

But you have... other friends, Ma'am.

In contrast to your
estimable Uncle Cumberland,

I should like to assure
you of my... loyalty.

The Duchess and I are ready to
shoulder the burden of government.

I shall not need your assistance.

Hmm. With respect, Ma'am...

.. that may not be your decision.

It's all on account of the gas pipes.

They must be dealt with discreetly.

Her Majesty don't like rodents.

Big job, mind, a place like this.
I'll have to charge royal prices.

I am sure we can come to
an arrangement as to fees

but you should be aware that, as
the steward, I take an emolument.

Well, it's only to be expected, Mr Penge.

And if it should be found rats
reached as far as the state rooms,

of course you would need
many more assistants.

Well, you are a master of
the situation, Mr Penge.

I sent for Lord M hours
ago. Why hasn't he come?

I imagine, Ma'am, that he is waiting
for you to talk to Sir Robert Peel.

Why would I do that?

Because, Ma'am, the country
needs a government,

and at this moment it seems that only Sir
Robert has the confidence of the House.

I hear that Wellington has refused you.

But don't worry, Sir John and I
will help you. We have a plan.

As it happens, I also have a plan.

Lehzen, can you call my carriage?

I'm going to go to Dover
House to see Lord M.

Have you lost your mind, Drina?

Queens do not chase after
their prime ministers.

Perhaps, Ma'am, you
should take my carriage.

- It would be less... public.
- Do you really want to make another mistake?

Yes. Thank you, Emma, I will take your
carriage. Lehzen, you can be my chaperone.

I'm not to be disturbed!

Your Majesty.

That will be all, Lehzen.

As you would not visit me,
I decided to visit you!

Forgive my disarray. I... I
was not expecting visitors.

Evidently!

Please. At least...

Come...

Come sit.

You can tell me what has
brought you from the Palace.

I saw the Duke of Wellington.

He has refused to form a ministry and
says I must send for Sir Robert Peel.

Yes, I thought he might.

I don't want Sir Robert Peel. Lord M, how
can you leave me to face this, alone?

Do you imagine that I
want to leave you, Ma'am?

There is something more important
here than my feelings, or even yours.

You are the Queen of the
greatest nation on earth,

one that elects its government
and abides by the rule of law.

Now I don't believe in much, as you know,

but I do believe in the British
constitution in all its tattered glory,

and nothing, not even my devotion to
you, will stop me from upholding it.

I see.

Peel's not such a bad fellow really.

Just remember, if he suggests anything
that you don't like the sound of,

just ask him for a
little time to consider.

When in doubt, always delay.

And you will come for dinner tonight
so I can tell you all about it?

No! Not tonight. Not until
this matter is settled.

And even then, I cannot be at the
Palace as much as I have been.

Why not?

I think if you are not my Prime
Minister, you are still my friend?

I think you must know why.

A monarch cannot be seen to
favour one political party.

You must dine with Robert Peel.

And he may ask you to make a few
changes in the Royal household.

Harriet Sutherland and Emma Portman
are both married to Whig ministers.

He will want you to replace
them with Tory ladies.

But they are my friends!

I would ask the same in his position.

A Prime Minister must feel he has
the confidence of his monarch.

Look, these stones are so dirty. They
must be cleaned before we go to Hanover.

Hanover will have to wait.

I think it's going to be far more interesting
to stay here, now that Melbourne has gone.

I do hope the loss won't prove
too much of a strain on her wits.

Oh, they have never been
strong. Those awful bonnets.

I heard today, she actually
went to Dover House quite alone.

Seems to have lost all sense of propriety.

If this persists...

.. changes will be inevitable.

In a hurry, Sir Robert?

Her Majesty has sent for me.

Might I offer a word of advice?

Everything will go very smoothly
if you avoid contradicting her.

She does hate to be proved wrong.

I am sure that she will understand the
situation when presented with facts.

I find that the Queen responds to a
personal approach, a well-told tale.

She does tend to find the
detail a trifle wearisome.

I thank you for your advice, but
I'm sure that we will do very well.

Her Majesty cannot expect things to
continue as they did under your ministry.

In that case, I wish you a very good day.

I have no chin in this one
and two chins in the next.

How can they say it is an accurate likeness
when none of these images look the same?

Look at the coin itself, Ma'am.

It is more convincing in relief, I think.

But I look like a goose wearing a crown.

Sir Robert Peel.

Your Majesty.

Sir Robert, take a look at
these designs for the new coin.

What do you think of this?

Well, I see nothing wrong with it, Ma'am.

Indeed, I would say it
is an excellent likeness.

Really?

But you are here on business, Sir Robert.

Er... yes, Ma'am.

Perhaps if I might have
a private audience?

I am here to assure you that I have enough
support in the House to form a government.

Of course, as you know, Ma'am,

any government serves at
the... pleasure of the Crown.

I do know how the constitution works.

And of course, Ma'am, you know it is
essential that the Crown, that is, you,

must appear to be above party politics

and favour neither side over the other.

Have you come to give me a
lesson in government, Sir Robert?

There is the question of
your household, Ma'am.

My household?

Four of your ladies are
married to Whig ministers.

If you were to replace one or two of them

with ladies connected
to my side of the house,

then there would be no danger of
you appearing to favour one side.

You want me to give up my ladies?

My closest and dearest friends?

Whatever next, Sir Robert?

My dressers? The housemaids?

Do you want to surround me with spies?

It is not my intention to deprive
you of your friends, Ma'am,

simply to ask you to be friendly to all.

I absolutely will not give
up my ladies, Sir Robert,

and I believe you have no right to ask me.

- Not even one?
- I think I've made myself clear.

Thank you, Sir Robert.

Your mama isn't going to be told what
to do by Sir Robert Peel or anyone else.

She dismissed me like a footman
caught stealing the silver.

Hmm! It appears she has her grandfather's
temper. But she cannot refuse you.

I'm afraid she has. She will
not change a single lady.

Nonsense, man.

Go back and offer her someone
charming like, er... Emily Anglesey.

I am sure her little Majesty would
exchange her for that cat, Emma Portman.

I cannot form a ministry on the
basis of Lady Anglesey's charms.

No stomach for the fight, eh?

You should learn to win her
over like Melbourne does.

I'm afraid I do not have Lord
Melbourne's... ease of manner.

She would be yours if you would
just flirt with her a little.

Forgive me. I had not realised that flirting
was a prerequisite for being Prime Minister.

Can this really be true? The Tory Party,

the party of Burke and Pitt, has been
defeated by the caprice of an 18-year-old girl?

I cannot form a government without
the support of the sovereign.

The Queen refuses to make any changes to
her household. Therefore I cannot proceed.

Her behaviour is barely rational. To
make such a to-do over her ladies.

Mind you, my father behaved in this
way, at the beginning of his affliction.

If this persists, changes
will be inevitable!

Do you know what that... child has done?

No-one tells me anything.

Your daughter has told Peel she will not get rid
of any of those Whig harpies that surround her

and now Peel won't form a
government unless she does.

No-one can tell Victoria what to do.

She's trying to get
Melbourne back, of course,

and if she succeeds, we will not be
able to protect her with a regency.

I think I should be the
one to resign, Ma'am.

Harriet plays the piano much better than
me, and she has such an eye for fashion.

No-one is going to resign, Emma.
You are my ladies and my friends.

But, Ma'am, you will have
to make some adjustments.

It is the custom when the
administration changes.

Otherwise Sir Robert will feel
he does not have your support,

and then he cannot form a government.

Precisely.

Isn't it rather late for you
to be out, Miss Skerrett?

I had an errand to run and
it took longer than expected.

Perhaps that's where I've seen
you before, running errands?

Not unless you were in
Chiswick, Mr Francatelli.

No, I've never been to Chiswick,

but I never forget a face,
especially one as pretty as yours.

I'm sure you've seen many pretty faces, Mr
Francatelli, but mine isn't one of them.

Whoa.

There you are, Conroy.

I confess, I was surprised
to get your message, sir.

It seems to me, my niece
has taken leave of her wits.

Like my poor father.

Yes.

I believe you are right, sir.

She's always been prone to hysteria,
ever since she was a child.

I'm afraid that the strain of her
position has disordered her senses.

Papa used to talk to himself...

.. and scream at nothing in particular.

Does my niece do anything like that?

Well, her behaviour is certainly
erratic, sir, yes. Yes.

No-one wants to believe that the head that
wears the crown is anything less than sane,

but if needs must, we
must not shirk our duty.

No, indeed.

I'm sure the Duchess is concerned
for her daughter's welfare.

And I'm worried too...

.. for the country.

It may be that...

we can come to some sort
of... arrangement together.

A regency on the grounds of insanity?

You put it bluntly but...

With the Duchess as Regent?

To be convincing, it would be necessary

to install a member of
the British royal family

as co-regent.

Well...

.. I am sure the Duchess will
want what is best for her daughter.

- And for the country.
- That too, sir, of course.

So what will you do now, William?

Now that you don't have to play
nursemaid to your royal charge?

I shall go to Brocket Hall to finish my
commentary on the life of St Chrysostom.

Little Vicky told Peel she
won't give up a single lady

and she doesn't want
him as Prime Minister.

It is not her decision to make!

A message from the Palace, my Lord.

The Queen would like to see you
at your earliest convenience.

That's your summons. What
are you going to tell her?

I believe, Emma, that the Queen knows the
difference between duty and inclination.

What have you done to
your hand, Mrs Jenkins?

Oh, I was trying to light
the new gas mantle, Ma'am.

Lehzen believes we must
change with the times.

But then she's not the one
who's lighting the gas.

- Is it very painful?
- It could have been worse, Ma'am.

What was that?

Probably just the wind, Ma'am.

Installing the gas downstairs has disturbed
the rats. They're looking for new territory.

I saw one in the throne room this morning!

- The throne room?
- Indeed, Baroness.

They're spreading through the
palace like a miasma of corruption.

But you will deal with them, Mr Penge.

Certainly, but it will
be an expensive business.

Dear Lord M.

Don't you think I've
arranged things marvellously?

- You have been most resourceful, Ma'am.
- Sir Robert was so rough with me.

He wanted to send all my ladies away and
replace them with some horrid Tory spies.

Peel is a... he's a fine
politician and a man of principle

but I fear he has never
understood the fairer sex.

I have missed you.

It's been all of a day and a half.

And whilst I salute your
tenacity, Ma'am, I must tell you

that if I were to return
as Prime Minister,

it would not be in your interests.

Not in my interests?

But it is all that I desire in the world.

Well, you flatter me, Ma'am,

but I cannot allow you to jeopardise
the position of the Crown on my account.

- Allow me? - Peel was
perfectly within his rights

to ask you to make some
changes in your household.

If I lose them, I will have no-one!
It'll be like Kensington all over again.

Peel does not understand this, but you do.

But he does deserve your support. A
monarch must be seen to be impartial.

- I can't help it if all my friends are Whigs!
- Because that's all you know.

I don't believe if Sir Robert had
been my Prime Minister from the first,

I would ever have liked him
half as much as I like you.

You are still young and inexperienced,

and it is my job, no, it is my duty,
to see that you come to no harm.

If I were to form a government now,

critics would say that I had
manipulated you for my own advantage.

I am not a piece of clay
to be moulded by any hand.

No, indeed, but you must understand that it
doesn't matter who you like or do not like!

How can you say that? Surely
my inclinations are paramount.

Your Majesty, surely you
understand what is at stake here?

Lord Melbourne, you forget yourself!

Don't you want to be my Prime Minister?

Not in these circumstances.

The relationship between Crown
and Parliament is a sacred one

and I will not allow
you to put it in danger.

Drina can be foolish, and
headstrong maybe, but she's not mad.

Visiting Melbourne at his house
on a whim is hardly rational.

I suppose he had a mad wife,

so this kind of behaviour is quite unexceptional
to him, but it is not fitting in the Queen.

She is a young girl with
a tendresse for a man.

It is not so unusual.

A spell of calm and
seclusion is what she needs,

sequestered from the
cares of her position.

No, that is too much.

I want to help her.

This is the best way to help her.

My dear Duchess...

you know how much I want you
to take your rightful place

as Regent.

Sir.

Brandy. In the library.

And I'm not at home...

to anyone.

I couldn't sleep.

You need to be rested for
your birthday celebration.

Let me take you back to your room.

Mama, did you hear that?

My poor little girl.

You must not start at shadows,
or people will whisper about you.

They remember your grandfather.

My grandfather?

But he was mad.

What are you saying, Mama?

It is not what I am saying.

But maybe you're needing
some rest and quiet.

I will protect you, Drina.

I will not let them take it away from you.

There was a time, Mama, when
I needed your protection.

But instead you allowed Sir
John to make you his creature.

Sir John at least cares
about my existence.

You have banished me from your affections.

And whose fault is that, Mama?

Do you want any particular style, Ma'am?

I can't seem to fix on anything today.

Mr Penge, a word.

Her Majesty heard a rustling
last night in the sitting room.

I told her it was nothing.
I hope I was correct.

I hope so too, Baroness,

but when you upset the natural order
of things with your gas lighting,

the consequences are far-reaching.

♪ God save our gracious Queen

♪ Long live our noble Queen

- ♪ God save the Queen...
- Look. Oh, it's dear little Dash.

- Who made this?
- Mr Francatelli, Your Majesty.

The Palace Chef.

I must congratulate you, Penge.

It has all been done very prettily.

♪ God save our Queen

Mama.

Happy Birthday, Victoria.

May I add my best wishes
on your birthday, Ma'am.

Your first of many more as Queen, I hope.

Perhaps you'd like to
open your presents, Ma'am?

From Lord Melbourne, Ma'am.

He thinks I would benefit
from studying the heavens.

Happy Birthday.

Thank you, Mama.

A volume of Shakespeare.

"King Lear."

"How sharper than a serpent's tooth
it is to have a thankless child."

Calm yourself!

Ma'am! Ma'am! Calm yourself!

Hysterics.

Over a rat?

You could hear her all over the Palace.

Was there a rat, or was
it an hallucination?

My father used to see a red dog.

I believe there was a rat...

.. but the Queen's reaction
was, er... excessive.

It must raise the question
as to the state of her wits.

I wonder if Wellington and
Peel will feel the same way.

Peel may put aside his scruples
when he realises what is at stake.

The Duchess... wants no
harm to come to her daughter.

We will care for her together.

Together.

I believe, Ma'am, that your nerves
have been under considerable strain.

You must have complete rest, so that
your equilibrium can be restored.

Out of the question. I have
an engagement this afternoon.

But, Ma'am, you are not yourself.

I had a shock, Sir James, that is all.

I am not an invalid.

(The strain is too much for her.)

There was one the size of a baby,
and not a new-born one neither.

Baroness, how may I help you?

I came to tell you that I have decided
not to install gas at the Palace.

It has caused too much disturbance.

As you wish, Baroness.

I'd heard reports of... an incident
on your birthday and I was concerned.

I am in perfect health, as you see.

Then you must be aware that it is time for you
to call someone to form a government, Ma'am.

I know Peel is not a charmer like
Melbourne, but, er... he's sound enough.

Very possibly. But I will
not give up my ladies.

They are my allies.

You were a soldier, Duke.

Would you want to go into battle alone?

I was not aware that you
were fighting a war, Ma'am.

Because you are not a young woman, Duke,

and no-one, I suspect,
tells you what to do.

But I have to prove my
worth every single day.

And I cannot do it alone.

Robert Peel for Prime Minister!

I wonder if I should wave at the crowd?

No-one seems to be smiling.

Who's running the country?

This situation is getting
out of hand, Melbourne.

Cumberland thinks the little Queen
listens to voices in her head,

like her grandfather.

If he's right, we'll
have to appoint a regent.

Must have someone sensible
at the heart of things.

You cannot mean that, sir.

Perhaps not, but I am not the man

to put those rumours to rest... Melbourne.

Her Majesty, Queen Victoria.

Welcome, Your Majesty.

May I be of assistance, Ma'am?

I should be most grateful.

It seems I can't manage unaided.

Then it will be my pleasure
to serve you, Ma'am.

Do you mean...?

If you do me the honour of asking
me to form a ministry, Ma'am,

then I would accept.

No picture could truly do you
justice, Ma'am, but this comes close.

And that is the Lord's Anointed.

The public like having a young Queen.

It makes the country feel
youthful, don't you know.

No-one wants a Queen
who has lost her reason.

Oh, I think the Queen
looks eminently sane.

See, she has Melbourne by her side again.

I expect that he caught wind of your plans

and decided he would not have it.

My plans?

I have no desire other
than for a Tory government.

Oh, we shall be in office soon enough,
but in the right circumstances.

Oh, you are a very fine piece.

Let me go. I am not for sale.

Everyone is for sale. It
just depends on the price.

- Really, sir, I'm not...
- Please, leave the lady alone.

- And who are you, her protector? - No.

Her friend.

Thank you.

You are more complicated than
I thought, Miss Skerrett.

I knew I'd seen you before.

Ma Fletcher's nunnery,
if I'm not mistaken?

Now the question is, how you got from a house
of ill repute to the Queen's dressing room?

That's my business.

Please... don't tell
on me, Mr Francatelli.

Oh, don't worry, Miss Skerrett.
I don't care where you come from.

I'm just looking forward to
getting better acquainted.

So young and with such responsibilities.

She should not have to bear them alone.

I am so glad William has
agreed to form a ministry.

You have arranged things very well, Ma'am.

I outflanked my enemies, as the
Duke of Wellington would say.

But you do know that your
days are numbered, don't you?

Yes, of course. Any Prime
Minister knows that.

I mean, that the Queen must marry soon.

And then...

Yes.

Then she will look to
her husband, not to me.

I know.

There has been an uprising by a
group calling themselves Chartists.

You must talk to Victoria about Albert.

I have seen the way my niece looks at you.

I don't want to stupid boy
like Albert or anyone else!

I believe when you give your heart,
it will be without hesitation.

I don't know what it is you want but you
ain't getting nothing from me.

We cannot marry where we please you and I.

Victoria does not care
for the admirable Conroy

I cannot live without him.

I think I will never be happy.

No Mama!