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♪ Gloriana

♪ Hallelujah

♪ Gloriana

♪ Hallelujah

♪ Gloriana, hallelujah

♪ Hallelujah.

Troop, present arms!

Freedom for Ireland!

Mama!

It's a man!

Vicky!

Your Majesty?

Skerrett, yes,
I sent for you.

Skerrett.

No, not Skerrett.

Oh, forgive me,
Turner, I've, um...

...had a bit of a shock.

Yes, ma'am.

How can I be
of service?

See if you can salvage my hair.

The children witnessed nothing of the attack, thank God,

but they did see the man
on the ground.

The police say
he was Irish.

Big surprise.

What do you mean?

What's the significance
of his being Irish?

We have striven very hard

to resolve the terrible
situation in Ireland.

The undersecretary told me
himself,

"The Irish incident is now
closed."

Huh, he would.

Turner, are you saying
my undersecretary was lying?

No, truly, ma'am,
I have no opinion...

Really? Because you seem
to have an opinion

on everything else.

The hunger for food
may have gone away, ma'am,

but the hunger for independence
has only increased.

That...
that is what the Irish say

when you talk to 'em.

I should have been with you.

Papa.

Today we had
a man try to kill us.

I keep telling you,

he couldn't of,

he had no bullets
in his gun.

Couldn't have,
Bertie.

Couldn't have.

Papa is here.

All shall be well.

I, uh, hope
it's not inconvenient,

but Mr. Caine is here.

Caine?
Ah, yes, yes, yes.

Bertie, you are to have
your own tutor.

You did agree.I agreed in principle.

I didn't agree to you appointing
someone without consulting me.

Well, I met the man
in Cambridge.

I think you should warm
to him.

Ah,

Mr. Caine.

Mr. Caine.

Your Majesty.

I trust your name

does not presage
your preferred method.

I had enough flogging at Eton, ma'am,

to last several lifetimes.

It is not my teaching style.

Why don't I get a tutor?

You have your Aunt Feodora.

Mr. Caine, welcome.

Delighted to meet you,
Your Royal Highness.

I think we should go
to Ireland.

For what possible reason?

Because I have a feeling
that the Irish might be right.

Right that it is correct

to threaten our children
with guns?

Right that it is difficult
to respect the authority

of a queen
one has never seen.

Heaven knows
if I were Irish,

it might dispose me
to independence.

Monarchy does not,
um...

cannot depend
on an obligation

for you to show your face
to every single person.

No British monarch
has set foot in Ireland

since the Middle Ages.

That speaks
of lack of interest.

Or fear, perhaps.

I shan't be accused
of either.

You think I've lost my mind.

No, ma'am, you are intrepid.

But it would be negligent
not to remark

that Ireland is
a Catholic country.

The famine is enshrined
in the culture

as a crime perpetrated
by British Protestants,

the church of which

you're the head,
ma'am.

The excursion could involve
some danger.

The foreign secretary
will ensure

we don't come
to any harm.

He has a house there
in Sligo.

Is that not so, my lord?

Where he keeps his wife.

So he knows the territory,

and he can finesse
our progress accordingly.

It will be an honor

and a,
and a privilege.

Ma'am,
Ireland is lovely,

and we shall of course
accommodate you

at Classiebawn Castle.

May I suggest a modest party
for travel?

Is your castle small?

Oh, um...

Ireland is glorious,
but poor.

The people will,
of course, delight

in seeing their queen
and her immediate family

but may be nonplussed

at the full panoply
of the court.

Yes, I agree.

But, um...

surely it is not necessary

for you to extend to us
your hospitality.

Oh, my wife will be cranky
if I don't.

She'll be cranky because
you keep her squirrelled away

in the country.

There is no squirrelling
of Emily, ma'am.

So.

Ireland it is.

I'm sure the moment
she steps on Irish soil,

she will conquer
Irish hearts.

Hmm.

Doubtless Palmerston
encouraged her in this.

Since the birth
of Louise,

her ability to distinguish
good advice

from bad...

That was impertinent of me.

Forgive me.

Perhaps childbirth
can cloud her judgment.

But...

but is not something
I wish to say to her,

nor think about.

That is because you love her,
Albert.

That's so commendable.

What can be my treat for this?

We don't always proceed
by treats, Bertie.

There are
other incentives.

Look and learn.

And the hatboxes, Your Grace.

The Duchess looks
wretched.

What is wrong, do you know?

I think there is presently
some... antipathy

between Sophie
and her husband.

I knew it.

It's because I dragged her off
to Osborne without him.

Well, he must come
to Ireland.

I shall insist on it.

Your Majesty, Your Royal Highness.

Papa.Hmm?

Pick a card.

Pick a card?

Very well.

Nine.Pick another.

The queen.

The queen counts
as 12.

Nine multiplied
by 12...

equals...

108.

Mr. Caine, that is remarkable.

I take no credit, sir;
Bertie told me

how you taught him the alphabet.

I merely improvised
upon your theme.

The true achievement
is his.

Well, even so.

It is remarkable.

Bertie, you must remain here
with Mr. Caine

to continue your studies

whilst Mamma and I are
in Ireland.

Your brother and sisters
will remain here also.

Aunt Feodora will be here
to care for you all.

Duchess,

I have good news.

Allow me, my dear.

Goodbye Mama, Goodbye, Papa.

Come back soon.

Present arms!

Your Majesty, ma'am.

You are most welcome
to County Cork.

It is splendid to be here.

Go back to where you came from!

That's enough, now!MAN: This is our land!

This is Ireland!

Thank you again.

Ma'am, may I presume
to ride with you?

It would enable me to point out
sundry items of interest.

Mmm.

Have you been in
the public houses, Palmerston,

securing local enthusiasm?

Sir, that's
an extraordinary suggestion.

Do you seriously envisage me
in a public house?

This land is our land!
Not yours!

Not yours!

This is our land!

Clearly one I missed.

The queen took it into her head
to insist on him coming.

I know, she told me.

I mean, what could I do?

Tell her she was wrong?

My position at the court
is all I have, Emma.

I cannot forfeit it
by disagreeing with her.

Excuse me, ladies,

what have I missed?

We were talking
about Emily Palmerston.

Does she resemble
her brother?

She is a little like
Lord Melbourne, yes.

It's been a while
since I saw her.

She was a great force in London

when she was married
to Lord Cowper.

He died.

Now she prefers Ireland.

Much to the chagrin
of Lord Palmerston.

He pines for her.

Apparently.

This is your park,
Lord Palmerston?

Unkempt, ma'am,

but much loved.

Come.

Is her ladyship
at home?

Who wants to know?

Her husband.

Your husband, madam.

Your Majesty,

please, may I introduce
Lady Palmerston?

Reverend Hannam, ma'am.

Whatever can I do for you, sir?

I am a humble parson, ma'am,

who seeks a preferment
in the church.

Specifically the deanship
of Ely.

I'll repeat the question.

You are by repute a lady

of the greatest influence,
ma'am.

I entreat you
to endorse my cause.

You are asking me to help secure

the whatever-it-is of Ely?

I am indeed, ma'am.

For any assistance
you can give me,

I should be...
excessively grateful.

So you agree with Schopenhauer.

Do I?

That's very clever of me,
I've never heard of him.

He says women lack intelligence

by design.

God, yes.

Consider the Duchess.

Only got to look
at her to see

that she's ill-adapted
to cogent thought.

Duke, you are ungallant.

That don't make me wrong.

No, it makes you a boor.

O-R-E or O-O-R?Both.

Either.

O-A-R, perhaps.

Excuse me for saying it,
ma'am,

but I think it brave
of you

to come
to this country.

The Irish are not entirely
predictable in their emotions.

But I hear
they were out

for you today en masse.

Oh, well,

not really large gatherings,

but, yes,
very enthusiastic.

My husband was not wholly
convinced by what we saw.

Though we saw the same thing.

Well, I saw what we were shown.

Which is,

the people who have
recently ravaged by famine,

who have every reason
to hate us,

Cheering as our carriage
went past.

You reproach the Irish
for being friendly?

Will their smiles extend
to Dublin?

We shall see.

Is the Duke of Monmouth prone
to perform like a wild pig?

To be frank, ma'am,
yes, he is.

And how am I to perform
in Dublin?

Your task is to make
the Catholic many

know that they belong
to the same United Kingdom

as the Protestant few,

Regardless of allegiance
to church.

A performance Your Majesty is
eminently capable of.

Will they bray
in my face?

Tell me
this country is not mine?

I should doubt that,
ma'am.

How very subjunctive
of you.

The daughter from Lady
Palmerston's first marriage.

It's curious,
but she looks exactly

like Lord Palmerston.

Do you endeavor to inform me
with your silence

that she is in fact
his child?

That is the general view,
sir.

Conceived whilst the mother was
still married to Lord Cowper?

Dear God,
we are among barbarians.

Listen close,
Your Grace.

You can hear those waves.

Strange woman in my bed.

Lucky you.

Are you hating this?

Not at all.

I can see it is a strain
for you, and I don't like that.

But I am happy to do
my part.Monmouth.

Monmouth is vile.

But he always was.

That poor girl.

One does feel sorry
for her.

Is that all one feels?

Oh, Emily.

That's beneath you.

Just as long
as she isn't beneath you.

You have my word.

Good.

Thank you.

Although, I think it shows

an uncharacteristic lapse
of taste.

She is very decorative.

It's as though
she doesn't own any skin,

she has been flayed.

The only thing
that will repair her is love.

Then you are not the man
for the job.

My own darling,
I am not.

I confess I am at a loss.

We went to Scotland for
the adventure of being away.

Are we the same people
as we were then?

Why do we see thing
so differently now?

We are not the same.

I feel no different.

We have six children.

It is a strain.

How is it a strain?

Are we not overflowing
with servants?

Not for me.

But for you.

Since the birth of Louise,

you have been making decisions
that are...

questionable.

Feodora thinks the same.

You've been discussing my judgment with her?

And what has the birth
of Louise

possibly got to do with it?

Albert, I don't shed
part of my brain

every time
I have a baby.

Dear God, Albert,
what has she been saying to you?

I was speaking tonight,
and you rolled your eyes.

You were not meant to see that.

When did we start doing things

that the other wasn't meant
to see?

What is this?

It's a light wine suitable
for breakfast.

You don't care for it?

Ah.

I'm sure
Mr. Caine will drink it.

Your Serene Highness.

Come, Bertie, back to work.

On to mathematics now,
Bertie.

Do you like Mr. Caine,
Aunt Feodora?

He is a domestic servant,

it is not
a meaningful question.

Brodie,

do you like Mr. Caine?

Not a great deal, no.

Hello?

Is anybody there?

A village without people.

Where are all of the tenants,
Alfred?

What has Palmerston done
with them?

This is
a delightful house.

Thank you, ma'am.

I agree.

It's why I choose to spend
most of my time here.

And yet Lord Palmerston is
always to be found in London.

He is a minister
of government, ma'am.

It could not be otherwise.

Is it not painful to be
separated

for such long intervals?

Immensely, ma'am.

But it is the rhythm
of our marriage.

A cycle of sad partings
and joyous reunitings.

Besides, I have my bees.

Lord Palmerston has
no bees.

No, ma'am,
he has his collection.

Ah.

I see.

What does he collect?

Other women.

When Henry is away from me,
and he is desirous

of that
which men most desire,

he places his boots
outside his bedroom door.

It signifies
his availability.

Then, when he comes home,
he tells me...

whether or not
his invitation was taken up

and by whom.

He tells you?

He tells me everything.

And... do you...

as it were,
when he is away?

Place my boots outside my door?

On occasion, ma'am, I have.

As I observe to Henry,

there is only so much
satisfaction to be got

from the keeping of bees.

There is honey, ma'am,
and there is honey.

I do find the Palmerstons' marriage

extraordinary.

In certain ways
it's, it's quite like ours.

Not in others.

And what is the matter with you?

The matter's not with me,
Victoria.

The matter is
with Palmerston himself.

The man is mendacious,
and I despise him for it.

Lunch.

Correct.
Enjoy it.

I'm not hungry.

Victoria, he has been having
liaisons.

He has.

So has she.

She told me.

It is a marriage
without secrets.

Everything here is a lie

concocted
by Palmerston.

He also, I believe--

based on evidence
I uncovered today--

has been treating his tenants
deplorably.

I know nothing about that.

Liebes, please.

Come down with me.

A show of unity?

How, in your eyes,

does that make us any less false
than our hosts?

Will you walk with me,

Your Grace?

Where are we going, Albert?

There is something
you need to see.

My Tess, see,
she'd have covered that

in about five seconds.

My mare.

I used to ride her
on the sands

at Bamburgh.

What?

I'm imagining you
on a horse.

You can be poor
and have a horse.

That's not what I meant.

I could do it on foot
in... ten?

From where to where?

From there to there,
the boat.

So could I.

Ah.

You and me, you know...

we're the same.

We both have no power.

Footman,

duchess,

no power.

I get pushed around
by the steward,

you get pushed around
by your husband.

What's the odds?

But I tell you this for free,
Sophie.

It won't always be
that way.

Where's he been sent
to school,

your son?

"All Monmouths go
to Harrow."

My son's going to Eton.

You have a son?

No.

Well,
that's where he's going.

I should like you to kiss me.

I offer you love,
Sophie.

Nothing less.

Kiss me.

If one didn't know better,

one might suppose
that was the pouting footman

with the shoulders.

Or do I mistake him?

You do not.

Whoa!

Victoria!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Good man. Easy, easy.

Easy.

So sorry
to have frightened you!

What in God's name are
you doing, man?

Firing guns?'Tis my job, sir.

I'm Lord Palmerston's
gamekeeper.

The name's Magee.

There's never anybody here
but rabbits, me, and the ghosts.

What ghosts?

The villagers were cleared out,
so...

His Lordship's
a fair man,

but he's no different
to the rest of the gentry

when it comes to the folks.

In comes the famine,
out go the peasants.

The gentry's all English,

they don't want to talk
to the starving tenants.

They call 'em dirty Papists.

I travel to Dublin, Mr. Magee,

expressly to address
that disharmony.

Huh.

Do you so?

Sure you'll love Dublin.

It's a great city.

Late breakfast, Duchess?

I went for a walk.

Yes, I know.

Forgive me
if I speak bluntly.

But you have an itch...

that you can't quite reach.

And I am anxious

that the person you've chosen
to scratch it for you

is... not appropriate.

So please...

Please, Sophie,

I beg of you,
be very careful.

Morning, both.

Henry,

the prince is looking
for you.

He's pretty bated.

And you have been
where?

I went for a walk
on the sands.

Did you?

Did you.

How jolly.

Mind how you go,
my dear.

Sir,
you wished to see me?

I have been
to the village.

Your village.

You do not deny
that you have a village?

Well, the physical place,
sir, yes,

it's, uh, entailed
to the estate.

But there's
no one living there now.

That is clear.

Where are they?New York, mostly.

Explain.Of course.

When the famine was
at its height,

I conferred
with the villagers,

and we decided that

it was best that they left
and begun afresh in America.

And I,
I enabled them to do so.

That is what you do

with people who you find
inconvenient?

You pay them to go away?

They were glad to leave.

They write to me from New York,
often telling me so.

No one paid them
to do that.

Nevertheless,

you considered them to be
"dirty Papists."

I did not, sir.
Who said that I did?

I was told
by your own gamekeeper,

Magee.

Magee is no one's gamekeeper,
sir.

He's a poacher.

And as a magistrate,

I send him to prison
on a regular basis.

I rather like the fellow,

but, um,
he does like mischief.

The would-be assassins
that were arrested in Cork,

the men who you chose
not to tell us about,

what of them?

Well, the latest intelligence
is that

the fellows were laborers
who had been drinking,

they meant no harm.

You have an answer
for everything.

Well, then I am fortunate

that the puzzles
you set me

are so easily resolved.

Sorry, ma'am, was there
something you wanted?

Abigail, shush.

Sit down.

Sit.

How do you like Ireland?

I, I like it very well,
ma'am.

The people were
very friendly.

Are you convinced
by it?

Not entirely, ma'am.

You talk to 'em,

they've all got loved ones
who died of the famine.

Some pretty terrible stories,
really.

It's a wonder they don't hate
our guts being here.

Yes.

I believe the suffering
was very terrible.

The sound of it still echoes,
even here.

Dublin will be a day
of reckoning.

The shamrock dress,
I think.

Lady Palmerston.

Some final words
of wisdom.

I offer no wisdom,
ma'am.

But I presume to advise you
of a sign.

Ronan, the cardinal--

if he speaks
sympathetically,

Catholic Ireland will take
a step closer... to us.

I trust I shall see you in London?

Sometime?

My word on it, ma'am.

Lord Pam,

will you lead us
on to Dublin?

Ma'am.

Give my regards to your mistress.

Westminster.

I know you can't live
without her.

Your Majesty,

may I present
Bishop Moberly?

And Cardinal Ronan.

Gentlemen.

We cannot fail to observe--
all of us present here today--

that this is a moment
of great poignancy.

I do not mean that
the queen has come to Dublin.

That is something that should
have happened long before now,

and for my lateness,
I apologize.

I mean that
in your coming here,

Cardinal Ronan,

you bring your church
to meet with mine.

And I thank you
for the honor.

Your Majesty,

my church salutes you
in return.

And as an emblem
of determination

that we should all advance
together in peace,

we offer you this gift.

I have not come to trespass
on the authority

of His Holiness the Pope.

I come only to deliver
in person

this pledge:

that I shall strive
with all my heart

to help your country recover
the strength it once enjoyed

and deserves
to know again.

You have given me a dove.

An Irish dove.

This is her land.

This is where she belongs.

Let us send her home.

Good day.

Now, Bertie.

By God,

we'll make a gentleman
of you yet.

So proud of you.

Mama.

Oh, Vicky.

Welcome back.Ah.

I believe the expedition
was a success.

Palmerston did everything

within his power
to make it appear

as if everything ran
smoothly.

Victoria was persuaded?

A childlike faith
in what she's shown.

Mmm.

Oh, could I trouble you
for something?

There is a gentleman,
a, a cleric,

his name is Hannam.Hannam,

ah, yes, yes.

Oxford man, a Puseyite.

I've read his work.

He would like to become
the Dean of Ely.

Well...

Actually, that's
a rather good fit.

Hmm.

Leave it with me.

Gentle Jesus,
meek and mild...

Look upon...

Look upon this little child.

Pity my simplicity,
suffer me to come to thee.

Amen.

What's this?

You've got a rash
on your arm.

Good night, Mama.

Good night.

I slept very poorly.

I kept thinking
about Bertie.

Yes, he has done
very well.

He was so unhappy when
he said his prayers last night.

Yes, well, sometimes I think
we set too much store

on happiness,
don't you think?

Whatever do you mean?

Well, um,
well, yourself,

Victoria.

What, what makes you happy,
Victoria?

The adoration of a crowd.

Not this again.

In Dublin, you were supreme.

The crowd cheered,
and your heart was lifted.

But, uh, now you are gone.

Will the Catholic Irish
persevere

in their wish to be
reacquainted

with their Protestant
masters?

Will the masters accept them
or snub them?

Or would the whole affair,

has it already been consigned
to history?

My presence
in Ireland had meaning.I wish

that I could persuade the Irish
to think and act as you imagine

that they do.

Victoria...

Palmerston,

damn you, look at me!

Have you been rogering my wife?

I have not, sir.

A little less of that,
Monmouth,

and you might roger her yourself
with rather more authority

than you do at present.

I am not mocked, Palmerston.

There will be retribution.

Is that true, Henry?

I was certain
that you'd added

the Duchess to
your distinguished collection.

I did not, sir.

Oh.

Say something.

Ma'am?:
Not "ma'am."

Say...

something.

Oh, really, half the time
I can't prevent you

from filling the room
with your opinions.

I'm, I'm uncertain...

Dear Turner.

It's not your fault.

I just...

I wish you felt able
to initiate a conversation

without fretting
about how I might respond.

I think you're right
to be worried

about your son, ma'am.

The household is concerned.

Vocative.

Dative.

Ablative.

Ow!

Get out.

Your Majesty, I beseech you...

Of this house!

Allow me to explain
the method...

Step away, sir.

You shall not threaten

my mother!

You look glum,

Highness.

The tutor has been dismissed.

Inevitably,
I shall get the blame.

I did not know
the child was being persecuted.

How could I?

Because you were
in loco parentis?

That doesn't interest me.

What interests me is this:
the unexpected appointment

of George Hannam
as Dean of Ely.

New pearls, madam?Hmm.

You forced me to play
my card.

What card is that?

The picture card.

The one that shows you
at Osborne,

attempting to ravish
the Duchess of Monmouth.

Your Serene Highness,
I think we might be quits.

I wanted to be

a good father.

I know.

To make such a
catastrophic error in judgment,

it is inexcusable.

Thank God we have
no more children for me to...

damage.

As ever,
my timing is impeccable.

Are you sure?

Seventh time of asking.

I'm familiar
with the indications.

Liebes, I...

I congratulate you.

I am glad
we shall have another child.

Albert,

shall we survive this?

I love you.

We shall try.

♪ Hallelujah

♪ Gloriana

♪ Hallelujah

♪ Gloriana, hallelujah

♪ Hallelujah.