All language subtitles for The.Crown.S01E02

(ENGINE WHIRRING)

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

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

We land in 10 minutes.

No. Martin.

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

"Little more than 50 years ago..."

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(PATRIOTIC MUSIC PLAYING POORLY)

(CHUCKLES)

(BAND STOPS)

"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 centre
of commerce and finance.

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

"of my father, King George..."

(MIC FEEDBACK)

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

He's getting strong with 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.

- ELIZABETH: Hello.
- Chief Sironka of the Kipsigis.

- Hello.
- Good morning.

- Lembui of the Maasai.
- ELIZABETH: 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.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

Breathe in, Your Majesty.

(KING GEORGE VI INHALES DEEPLY)

And out.

(EXHALES)

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.

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

Consider it given.

(BELL RINGS)

(HORN HONKING)

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

- It's all right. She's with me.
- Right.

Come along. Thank you.

- He's awake.
- Yes, sir.

Actually, he's asked to see you.

Oh.

(GRUNTS)

Um...

- Prime Minister?
- WINSTON: Is that the new girl?

Yes, sir. Venetia.

WINSTON: Louisa?

- Venetia.
- WINSTON: 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 and 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..." (SHRIEKS)

(CHUCKLES)

Um...

"Worse than 1947.

(DOG WHIMPERS)

"Confidence in sterling is impaired.

"And now our latest estimates

- "suggest that in 1952..."
- (SNORING)

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

"of overseas payments of
between £500 and 600 million."

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

- regarding the chances for recovery.
- (DOG WHIMPERING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

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 IN RHYTHM)

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

Hello.

Are those for me? Thank you very much.

Oh.

(CHUCKLES)

(SPEAKS LOCAL LANGUAGE)

Thank you.

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

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

- (CLATTERS)
- (MAN TALKS INDISTINCTLY)

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 realise 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.

(CHUCKLES)

Ma'am.

Your Royal Highness.

MARGARET: Kiss me.

Come on.

His Majesty will return
from the shoot at 4:00 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 10,
and my trench boots were an 11.

Mmm.

Make of that what you will.

(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(BIRDS SQUAWKING)

(GUNSHOTS)

(COUGHS)

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 VI,

who, it turns out, is quite the stickler...

(CLEARS THROAT)
...and would 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?

(BIRD SQUAWKING)

(KING GEORGE VI COUGHS)

KING GEORGE VI: 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.

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.
- PETER: Sir.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Shall we begin to walk back, sir?

(PHILIP AND ELIZABETH LAUGHING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(ENGINE REVVING)

ELIZABETH: Use the accelerator.
I should be all right. Thank you.

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

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

- Your Highness.
- (CHUCKLES) 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.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

GUIDE: 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, this means freeze.

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

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

Stay close, please. Arm's length.

(PHILIP CHUCKLES)

(ANIMAL ROARING)

Shh!

(SPEAKING LOCAL LANGUAGE)

White flag.

- (ROARING CONTINUES)
- (SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

MAN: Go, now!

(GASPS)

Shh!

Well, well, well, look at you.

GUIDE: Move slowly around me.

(ROARING)

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

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

- Philip!
- Elizabeth, go. Go!

GUIDE: Right, Your Highness. Stay close.

Hold on to my jacket.

(TRUMPETING)

Whoa!

It's all right. Elizabeth.

Easy, now, easy, hey, hey, hey!

Hey, hey, hey!

Over here! Over here!

Hey!

Here I am. Here I am.

Your Highness, very slowly.

Easy, easy, stay with me.

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

PHILIP: Hey, hey, stay with me.

Away! Away!

(TRUMPETING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Back away.

Back you go.

Easy.

You're the king.

Good boy.

Christ.

(CHUCKLES)

(PHILIP SIGHS)

- Excuse me, old chap.
- Sir.

Welcome to Treetops.

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

Thank you.

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

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

If Papa's condition
should continue to improve,

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

so 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.

- (CHUCKLES) No, no! No!
- Come on. Just one.

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

- PHILIP: There is.
- No!

Shh! (SPEAKS LOCAL LANGUAGE)

(ELIZABETH GASPS)

(GROWLING SOFTLY)

Thank you.

- Thank you.
- (SPEAKS LOCAL LANGUAGE)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Anyone not here, speak out!

(MEN 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.

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

(COUGHING)

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.

(BOTH SINGING)
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?

(COUGHS)

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 travellers.

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...

(BAGPIPE PLAYING)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Good morning, Your Majesty.

7:30, sir.

Sir?

Stay there.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I regret to inform you
the King has just passed away.

(GASPS)

(SOBBING)

(EXHALES)

(QUEEN MOTHER WAILING)

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.

(SQUAWKING)

(WHIRRING)

(CAMERA WHIRRING)

(ENGINE STARTS)

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.

(DOOR CLOSES)

And God help her.

(ENGINE STALLING)

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)

(SPEAKING LOCAL LANGUAGE)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING JAPANESE)

(PHONE RINGING)

- ...and then drive to Nanyuki.
- Nanyuki.

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

MAN: Morris. Morris! Reuters for you.

MAN 2: 1045, sorry.

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

Christ.

Hold on, would you?

1300, drive to Nanyuki airfield
and board East African Airways C47

departing on a 1330 scheduled flight to...

MAN ON RADIO:...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.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Sagana. Now, man!

Thank you.

- WOMAN: How was Treetops?
- It was wonderful. We saw elephants.

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

Welcome back, ma'am.

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

Ready? Steady? Go.

(IMITATES ENGINE REVVING)

Princess Elizabeth?

The Princess?

(SPEAKS LOCAL LANGUAGE)

In here?

(SIGHS)

(SPEAKS LOCAL LANGUAGE)

Duke.

(PANTING)

Excuse me, sir.

What is it, Martin?

Hmm?

MAN ON RADIO:
The profound sense of personal 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.

The BBC offers profound sympathy
to Her Majesty the Queen

and the Royal Family.

(BREATH TREMBLING)

(GRUNTING)

Your Royal Highness,
this stage of the embalming process,

it may distress you.

Your Royal Highness.

(CRYING)

(SOBBING)

Father.

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)
- (GENTLY SHUSHES)

It's all right.

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

It's all right.

Ma'am, may I have a word?

(SNIFFLING)

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.

ELIZABETH: 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.

No.

All right.

Ready when you are, ma'am.

(CAMERAS CLICKING)

(PEOPLE CHANTING IN LOCAL LANGUAGE)

(SPEAKS LOCAL LANGUAGE)

(CAMERAS CLICKING)

(BOY CHANTING IN LOCAL LANGUAGE)

(CONTINUES CHANTING)

- 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 10 days ago.

What for?

To express his concern about your age.

Your leadership. Your incapacity.

- And to ask him to bid you to 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've 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.

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.

- MARTIN: Ma'am.
- (KNOCKS)

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.

(LAUGHS)

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

(CLEARS THROAT)

- 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 5:00 this morning.

MARTIN: Sorry to disturb.

May I just say how very sorry I am
that we'll not be working together any more.

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.

I'm so sorry.

(SIGHS)

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.

(KNOCKS AND OPENS DOOR)

PETER: You asked to see me, sir.

(DOOR CLOSES)

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 whole 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 greatly 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.

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, sir.

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.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

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.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

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.

Three, two, one.

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

"there struck a deep
and sombre 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 good night
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 sceptres.

"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."

God save the Queen.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)