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[thunder rumbling in distance]

[animals calling]

[wind whistling]

[bellows]

[ghillie] Allow a little bit for the wind, sir.

It's just off to the left.

Adjust the sight to 100 yards.

And we release the lock…

-[gun clicks lightly] -[huffs]

And gently squeeze the trigger.

-[gunshot] -[whimpers]

Is dead?

[gunshot]

-[gunshot] -[bullet ricochets]

No.

You hit him, sir, but that's him away now, wounded.

-So we go after him. -No. No, no.

See that wee stream down there?

That is the border where our estate ends and our neighbor's estate begins.

And we never cross that line, ever.

[indistinct chattering]

[dogs whining]

-Morning, Your Majesty. -Morning.

Just to say that the prime minister

and Mr. Thatcher are expected to arrive at around 3:00 p.m. tomorrow.

-Thank you. -[laughter]

-What's all the excitement? -Morning, Mummy.

-Good morning. -Morning, Mummy.

-Morning. -[Anne] Are you going to tell her or am I?

Go on. I can see you're bursting to.

Our head gamekeeper had a telephone call this morning from the neighboring estate.

It seems one of their commercial guests…

Japanese, apparently.

…shot and wounded a grand stag,

which has now crossed over onto Crown land and needs--

Needs finishing off on compassionate grounds.

-Am I telling this or are you? -Well, get on with it, then.

Anyway.

It's an imperial, apparently.

-[Philip] Fourteen points. -[Elizabeth] Really?

Hence the excitement,

hence us changing all our plans so that we can get out there today.

-But we have engagements. -[Philip] Not anymore.

-I've canceled everything. -[Elizabeth] What?

Come on, Mummy.

We all know there hasn't been one that big shot on this estate since…

And it might be nice to find one to rival him.

-Eclipse him. -A rival and enemy.

Glowering at him across the room.

[chuckling]

Question is, whose name will be underneath it?

-[Anne] Mine. -Mine.

-Mine. -[Philip] Mine.

-No, mine. There's not a question. -Well, it won't be yours.

[laughter]

-Mine. -[Anne] Stop it!

[Philip] Mine.

[singing operatic piece]

[musical accompaniment swells]

-[applause] -You were very kind to have come.

Oh, I loved it. I adore Verdi.

He's so… so romantic.

Yes. But to focus simply on romance

diminishes Verdi's legacy and political influence.

His music played such a key role in the Italian unification, too.

Gosh. Really?

Do you have a busy summer?

No, I'll be in London for most of it.

I'm embarrassingly available, if that's what you're asking.

I'll be in Zimbabwe for a couple of weeks and then Scotland.

But perhaps we can meet again in the autumn.

-Oh dear. You'd rather not. -No, it's just such a long way away.

-Oh, it'll fly by! -No, it won't.

It'll drag horribly. But all good things come to those who wait.

[chuckles] Your chaperone would never allow anything more.

She'll do whatever you tell her. Granny's the most hideous snob.

[giggles]

Good night.

-Was that very frigid? -Yes. [chuckles]

-But perfectly gentlemanly. -Princely.

Sorry. Princely.

[car door closes]

[car drives off]

[groaning softly]

[theme music plays]

[indistinct chattering]

[Thatcher] I thought we might begin today with plans for the forthcoming Budget,

which the chancellor and I have now had an opportunity to discuss.

Given the very pressing need

to bring public sector borrowing and inflation under control,

this government will embark on what Geoffrey has confirmed

is one of the boldest and most far-reaching programs

of fiscal correction this country has ever known.

With respect, Margaret…

Four billion in spending cuts?

[Thatcher] Strict new spending limits on government departments,

the abolition of the 25 pence rate of tax…

[man 1] This isn't a correction.

-[man 2] It's butchery. -You're trying to move too fast.

That is because I am in a hurry.

-Anyone with any experience-- -Or sense.

…would see that the decimation of the public sector and heavy industry

would risk the specter of mass unemployment…

[man 2] Social unrest.

And fly in the face of everything we stand for.

Hear, hear.

[Thatcher] Remind me.

What is it we stand for?

[man 2 scoffs] We are the Conservative Party.

We stand for conservatism, caution.

Stability.

Moderation.

[man 3] Thank you, gentlemen. Prime Minister.

[man 4] These are our priorities,

not some wholesale reconfiguration of the state and its institutions.

It's too rash, it's too reckless,

and you risk turning not only the country against us

but your own party,

your own colleagues, us, against you.

[photographer] Nice and still, please. Three, two, one.

Thank you.

The way those men patronize me,

lecture me.

Those squires and grandees…

[Denis] Upper-class bastards.

And their ideas,

their solutions to the problems this country faces,

so unimaginative, and cautious, and…

wet.

Speaking of wet,

that's the forecast for Balmoral.

So no golf for yours truly.

My father used to give a sermon.

"God needs no faint hearts for his ambassadors."

They are faint hearts.

And I should have kicked them out when I had the chance.

I had a call from Malcolm Muggeridge this morning,

who said, "Watch out for the tests."

"Oh, which tests?" said I.

"The infamous Balmoral tests," said he.

Apparently, the royal family routinely subject all their guests

to secret tests, to find out whether someone is acceptable or not acceptable.

U or non-U, part of the gang or not part of the gang. [chuckles]

Apparently, it's ruthless,

a blood sport in itself.

Prime Minister.

-Welcome to Balmoral Castle. -Yes.

-Mr. Thatcher. -How do you do?

Her Majesty asked me to apologize for not meeting you in person,

but she's out stalking with the rest of the family.

Oh, where…

Ah…

Oh yes. Well, we'll take this one, dear, thank you.

They're both yours, ma'am.

Oh.

[clears throat] Well…

Thank you, dear.

No, it's all right. It's English money, but you can spend it in Scotland.

[woman] It's not that, sir. Tips are left at the end of the stay.

Instructions are on the protocol sheet on the table.

[Denis] Oh. Well, go on. Take it anyway. Won't tell a soul.

No, no, dear, I like to do that myself, especially for my husband.

-[maid] Sorry, ma'am. -Thank you.

Unpacking your bag?

What was she thinking? That's a wife's job.

And two bedrooms.

I know. It's all very odd.

Are we allowed to sleep in one bed?

I shall go and check with the protocol sheet.

What do you think 6:00 p.m. is? Drinks or dinner?

Oh, who knows?

-What do I wear? -What the heck? Who cares?

Well, I care.

Every house has rules,

and places like this are all about what you wear and when.

On the plane, you said there were tests.

-Oh. So you did hear what I said. -Of course I heard what you said.

I don't need to look at you to show you I'm listening to what you're saying.

Well, it might be nice.

I don't have the time to be nice.

Well, I'm sure to worry about it all would be to fail the tests.

6:00 p.m. is drinks before dinner.

Dinner is black-tie, ergo drinks are black-tie.

[woman] I couldn't help noticing, ma'am, you didn't bring any outdoor shoes.

That's right.

[Denis] Hmm.

What a strange thing to say.

-[Elizabeth] Did anyone actually see him? -[dog barking]

[Philip] Anne caught a glimpse out by Connachcraig.

[Elizabeth] Did you get a shot off?

-Not for you either? -No. How about this lot?

[man] Bit early in the season, isn't he?

Most of the hinds haven't come on heat yet.

[Anne] Most likely in rut and had broken out of the herd.

[Elizabeth] We'll have to get you another crack at it.

We'll get him tomorrow.

Now let's sort out some tea.

-[Anne] I'd love a whole pot. -[sighs]

[clock striking hour]

[Denis] Right.

-Where to now? -Oh, I hear something.

[distant chattering]

Oh, I do believe…

-Here? -Yes.

[overlapping chatter]

[conversations cease]

[whimpers]

Ah.

What are they doing?

Christ.

Prime Minister. How nice to see you.

Your Majesty.

[Elizabeth] And dressed for dinner already.

How very thoughtful of you.

-We shall have supper early. -Don't be ridiculous.

It's six o'clock.

Tell the kitchens we'll eat in 45 minutes.

[Philip] But it's teatime.

[Elizabeth] Good boy.

-[snapping] -[dog whines]

[Denis] Your Majesty.

-Good evening. -Good evening.

Your Royal Highness.

[Philip] Christ, do we think they'll come to lunch tomorrow in their pajamas?

-[laughter] -[door shuts]

Well, I think we've failed that test.

[bagpipes playing]

[indistinct chatter]

Good evening. Ma'am, you're sitting second from the end on the right,

and sir, you're sitting on the left…

I could have sworn I heard him at one point.

-Did you call back? -Yes, I tried. Erm…

[screeching bellow]

-[laughter] -Yes.

[clears throat] Mark, you do it better.

[clears throat, bellows]

-[bellowing] -[Philip] That is absolutely terrible.

-[man] Louder. -[chuckling]

Did I hear there was a sighting on the western shore of the loch?

Ridiculous suggestion.

-Why is that? -Low ground. It's too open.

No, the high tops and the ridges.

That's where you'll find him.

-I see. -Am I right?

…criminal offense to kill a perfectly healthy breeding stag like that.

But commercial guests want trophies

and are prepared to pay huge amounts of money,

and our neighbors are greedy enough to take it.

I have some sympathy.

It's business.

It's not business.

It's conservation.

This is what people fail to understand. It's pure ignorance.

[overlapping conversations]

[Elizabeth] Now, how about a round of games after supper?

Number five ibble-dibble with one dibble-ibble

calling number four ibble-dibble with two dibble-ibbles! Ahh!

That was the best I've ever done it.

Number four ibble-dibble with two dibble-ibbles

calling number seven ibble-dibble with one, two, three, four…

eight dibble-ibbles!

So, number seven dibble-bibble--

-Oh, Mummy! -No, you bibbled!

Oh no!

[laughter]

[Anne] Margot, show Granny how it's done.

Tippity-toppity, down with the Nazis!

Number three ibble-dibble with two dibble-ibbles

calling…

-number one ibble-dibble… -[gasping]

…with no dibble-ibbles.

-[Denis] Oh. That's you again. -Good luck, Prime Minister.

All right.

Oh, thank you.

-[sighs] -[man chuckling]

[light clapping]

[Thatcher] Number one ibble-dibble…

with no dibble-ibbles…

calling number…

ten…

ibble-dibble

with…

six dibble-ibbles.

-[low chattering] -[man] Oh, dear.

-Well done. -Did I get that right?

Yes, you did. Very good.

[Thatcher] Would you mind passing that down?

Great. [chuckles]

Well done.

-[Philip] What was she doing? -[Elizabeth] She was rather hopeless.

But I'm willing to give her the benefit of the doubt.

It was probably just nerves.

[Philip] Of what?

Of the situation, of where she finds herself.

[Philip] We were playing parlor games, having fun.

Perhaps her idea of fun is something else entirely.

[Philip] Or she's incapable of it

and wouldn't know fun if it bit her on the backside.

[Elizabeth] Well, I've taken pity on her and invited her stalking tomorrow.

[Philip] Good luck with that!

[Philip clears throat, sighs]

Good night.

Oh Lord, you're not gonna start work now, are you?

[Thatcher] Well, what choice do I have after wasting a whole evening like that?

Oh, come on! A bit of harmless fun.

To make matters worse,

the Queen has invited me to join her stalking tomorrow morning.

[Denis laughs]

Yes, you laugh, but it means I have to get ahead of the work now.

All right, then. Why don't I go and sleep in the other room?

Don't you dare!

We don't want to catch any upper-class habits.

Those that sleep apart grow apart.

It's just for one night.

And that's precisely how bad habits start.

So you can stay here, and…

well, there's a book on the bedside table.

-Very well, dear, whatever you say. -[sighs]

I didn't realize…

-Hunting Memoirs of Balmoral Castle. -Oh yes.

You read that while I do this.

Oh, I can't wait.

"Fifth of September, 1848."

"A letter from Prince Albert to Marie,

Dowager Duchess of Saxe-Coburg"!

[in German accent] "The rain has not stopped

for one minute since we arrived,

but it has not prevented me, naughty man,

from spending the whole week creeping stealthily after glorious stags."

[dogs whimpering]

Stay.

Yesterday, actually, her performance was quite poor.

[woman] Yes, I'm making myself odds-on to bring him back by lunch.

[Philip] Ha! I'll take you on that bet.

Better put your money where your mouth is.

[laughing]

[Elizabeth] Where is she? He's most active in the morning.

I don't want to lose my shot.

[Anne] Oh God!

Say nothing.

Prime Minister.

What a lovely morning.

Shall we?

We're in here.

We're in this one.

Thank you, John.

Come on, boy. Come on.

[engines revving]

[Elizabeth] I'm so glad you agreed to join us.

I didn't have you down as a sportswoman.

[Thatcher] I'm not, ma'am.

I'm afraid we're all mad stalkers.

It was how I spent some happy times with my father, King George.

-He taught me everything. -My father taught me a great deal too.

What did you do together?

We worked.

Work was our play.

I worked with him in our shop.

As an alderman, he took me everywhere.

I watched as he wrote his speeches

and listened as he rehearsed and delivered them.

It was my political baptism.

How lovely for you both.

Yes.

Now, if you don't want to break your ankles,

you should have a think about those.

What size are you?

Five.

[Elizabeth] Oh, that's handy! Me too.

When stalking, the trick, really, is to disappear into nature,

to preserve the element of surprise.

So next time, you might not wear bright blue.

It means the stag can see you.

Or wear scent.

It means he can smell you.

Oh!

And now he can hear you, too.

I could go back and change.

Oh, that's an idea!

If you hurry, you can make it back in time for lunch.

I'll be as quick as I can.

Ma'am.

[Margaret] Ah, Mary.

I'll drive out and join them for lunch.

Do we know where?

I think I heard them saying they're going to the Loch Muick beach, ma'am.

Ah, yes.

No.

What are you doing?

Oh… Ah.

Your Royal Highness.

Aren't you supposed to be out there stalking?

Yes, I was, but your sister--

No, you don't call her that. You call her "the Queen."

She's the Queen, not my sister.

And that chair, no one sits in that chair.

-Oh, I beg your pardon. -God, don't say that either.

Say "What?"

Begging for anything is desperate.

Begging for pardon is common.

That chair…

no one sits in that chair.

It's Queen Victoria's chair.

[Thatcher] Oh.

And you do realize this is supposed to be a bank holiday?

Yes, although it is hard to have a holiday

when the country is in its current state.

Mm. The country has been in a state before.

It will doubtless be in a state again.

One learns, when one has the benefit of experience,

that sometimes time off is the most sensible course of action.

Hm. Well, I'm not best suited to time off.

It gives me no pleasure.

It might give you something more important than that.

Perspective.

Good evening, Your Royal Highness.

[Charles] Is there nothing I can say to persuade you to come for the weekend?

[Camilla] Why? I have no place up there.

And I'm busy anyway.

Doing what?

What is so important that you decline an invitation from the heir to the throne?

Being a mother.

And a wife.

-Well, it's never stopped you before. -Now, now.

It's true.

You need to find a young woman who's free to be where you want when you want

and is willing to give up her life for you.

Like this new one.

Diana Spencer?

Mightn't she fit the bill?

Don't say that.

I'd much rather hear how jealous you are.

I would be, but…

it's not helpful, is it?

Given the situation we find ourselves in.

What's now required of you.

I'm serious. You should ring her.

[Charles scoffs] And say what?

"I can't stop thinking about you."

"I can't bear to wait the whole summer before seeing you."

"Any chance you could drop everything and come up to Scotland now?"

[news fanfare]

[man on TV] Members of Mrs. Thatcher's cabinet have expressed their alarm

at new figures showing a sharp rise in the rate of unemployment.

Unions are blaming the increase on the continued commitment

to a policy of wide-ranging spending cuts.

This is now a very worrying situation indeed.

We have the most incompetent and radical Labour opposition,

that should be in the wilderness, now snapping at our heels.

No one would doubt the strength of the prime minister's convictions.

But what we need is a mature and more experienced leader

who shares our values.

The danger is, we have a prime minister whose inexperience,

whose unwillingness to recognize that her policy is failing

might very well lead us over the cliff edge.

I think that many in cabinet will now be asking

if it isn't time for a change.

[anchor] Francis Pym is definite about Mrs. Thatcher's monetarism policy…

[playing instrumental tune]

[commentator] Next up, we've got Mark Watson from Jedburgh,

current record holder for the hammer throw here in Braemar.

He has got to beat Francis Stewart from Fort William.

Just back from injury, he managed to throw it

-eighty-four feet. -[cheering]

What am I doing here?

Miles from Westminster,

miles from reality,

wasting precious time in some…

Half-Scottish, half-Germanic cuckoo-land?

Yes.

[commentator] Here's local boy Gary McNeil…

Here we go.

[cheering]

Here's the Duke of Edinburgh handing over this year's haggis to young…

And I'm struggling to find

any redeeming features in these people at all.

[commentator] Remember, the haggis must be fit to eat…

[Thatcher] They aren't sophisticated, or cultured,

or elegant, or anything close to an ideal.

-They're… -Boorish, snobbish, and rude?

Yes, DT.

Just like those patronizing bullies within my own cabinet.

[Denis] Mm.

All members of a certain class, you'll notice.

Well,

if this country really is to turn the corner,

then I say it needs to change fundamentally.

Top to bottom.

Yes, just put that there. Thank you. Thank you very much.

[man] Jolly good. Thank you.

What happened?

-There was a crisis, apparently. -Huh.

Life in post-war Britain

has been one long, painful, uninterrupted crisis.

But no matter how bad things got,

none of the other prime ministers left early.

-No, one could scarcely get rid of them. -Hmm.

So how come this one can't get away fast enough?

Perhaps we weren't very friendly.

What are you talking about? I was incredibly friendly.

I positively gushed.

[car door opens]

Who's that?

-[man] Lady Diana. -Hello.

-Welcome to Balmoral Castle. -Thank you.

-Lady Fermoy is here for you. -Oh.

Hello, Granny.

I hope I don't need to tell you

how fortunate you are to have been invited here,

how unique an opportunity this is…

or how much is potentially at stake for our family.

It's just a weekend.

The most important weekend of your life.

-[footsteps receding] -[thunder rumbles]

The Prince of Wales has kindly promised to take me fishing.

I'm hoping it'll be my first time in Scotland

when I manage to catch something other than a cold.

[laughter]

I can't keep up. Is this one a friend friend or a girlfriend?

[Anne] In the balance, I think,

hence the invitation up here to see if she sinks…

or swims.

I learned very quickly that wasn't right.

[laughter]

[Diana] Not that I've ever had much more luck with a gun.

[light chuckling]

[indistinct chattering]

[bellows]

[Mary] Good morning, ma'am. 5:30.

His Royal Highness the Duke of Edinburgh

has requested you accompany him stalking this morning.

Gosh.

-All right. -[Mary] Will you be needing anything?

Well, like what?

I just thought, in case you have no outdoor shoes…

[chuckles lightly]

I only brought outdoor shoes.

Hmm.

[door opens and shuts]

I apologize for the early start,

but there's a reason I asked you to join me this morning.

There's great excitement gripping the household.

Oh, yes, the stag. It's all anyone could talk about at dinner last night.

I don't mean about the stag.

I mean about you.

I thought this might be a time for us to get to know one another.

Are you sure this isn't too wet?

No, I love a good watering.

[Philip] You don't mind a bit of mud?

Muckier the better. I'm a country girl at heart.

Good.

[Philip] So I suppose I must have seen you growing up on the estate at Sandringham

when you lived in the cottage there.

[Diana] Yes, sir.

Where do you live now?

London, Earl's Court, in a flat with three girlfriends.

I'm the bossy landlady.

Are you bossy?

-I like things to be neat and tidy. -Quite right, so do I.

Does that come from the army, sir?

The navy. And I'm the one asking the questions.

[Diana chuckles] Sorry.

[Philip] So is that what you do all day? Be a landlady?

[Diana] Oh, no, sir. My main job's as my sister's cleaning lady.

[Philip] Right. Well, that's a very important job.

[Diana] Yes, it is.

-[Philip] I hope she pays you properly. -One pound an hour.

Sorry, I don't know what the going rates are for domestic cleaning.

[chuckles] Well, that's a very top rate.

Only for the very best executive-level cleaners.

-Is it? -[laughs] No!

It's a complete rip-off. I don't know why I do it.

Perhaps because you enjoy cleaning.

Actually, I do quite enjoy cleaning.

And ironing. God, does that make me tragic?

No, it makes you fascinating. I can't wait to discuss it further.

-Sir. -What?

-Look. -Oh yes.

Oh, you clever, clever thing.

[stag groaning]

-Shouldn't we try and get closer? -[Philip] No.

We'll never get another chance.

We have one shot at this.

[loading mechanism clicking]

[Philip sighs]

Where's the wind coming from? The right?

It's the left, sir.

-What? -Well, look at the clouds.

It's swirling.

No, I say the right.

[Diana] It's the left.

[gunshot echoes]

[Diana] Good shot, sir.

Was it from the left?

[chuckles softly]

[sighs]

[indistinct chatter]

[Elizabeth] They have!

Look.

Gosh.

So we found him, yes.

[Queen Mother] What a triumph!

-Gosh, they've got him. -Well done.

[Philip] He's a beauty.

I have Diana to thank.

-[Diana] No, I did nothing. -No, you, uh, you spotted him, not me.

But you shot him, sir.

It wasn't an easy shot.

-No. -It was brilliant.

[Anne] Right, let's get a closer look, shall we?

Walking four hours before we found him.

-[Elizabeth] Four? -[Diana] Four.

-[Elizabeth] A single shot? -[Diana] A single shot.

[Anne] Mummy, it's impressive, isn't it?

[indistinct chatter]

[Charles] Thank you so much for coming.

-Has it been awful? -[Diana] Not at all. It's been heavenly.

[Charles] No one's ever said that after their first visit.

But it has been.

-You weren't put off by all the scrutiny? -My family's just as bad.

Anyone new, everyone tortures them trying to catch them out.

[both chuckle]

I'll get all the reports tomorrow.

Let me know if I passed.

[Charles] I'm sure you have.

With distinction.

You've been a great sport.

[Diana] Thank you.

[engine revs]

[Camilla] So…

how's it going up there?

[Charles] You don't want to know.

I do, actually.

Talk to me.

She's a triumph.

In the history of Balmoral,

no one has ever passed the test with such flying colors.

Well, well, well.

[Charles] Rave reviews from the whole ghastly politburo.

Anne, Papa,

Margot,

Mummy, Granny.

Your Royal Highness, the Duke of Edinburgh has asked to see you.

[Charles] Then I was summoned for a conversation with Papa

in the hanging room, where,

oblivious to the grotesque symbolism,

it might as well have been me strung up and skinned.

[Charles] You asked to see me?

[Philip] That Diana Spencer.

[Charles] What about her?

He made the family position painfully clear.

[no audible dialogue]

They want me to marry her.

Gosh.

Yes.

She really was a triumph.

This was always going to happen.

The right one was always going to come along.

But is she the right one?

Is anyone actually asking themselves that?

She's a child.

[dramatic music playing]

[no audible dialogue]

[no audible dialogue]

The Prime Minister, Your Majesty.

Your Majesty.

[door shuts]

-I do hope you enjoyed your holiday. -Very much.

Scotland in the summer is such a blessing.

I'm always mystified by those that don't feel at home at Balmoral.

Some people just don't.

They come and are bewildered by it,

by the weather and traditions.

They see only cruelty in the blood sports

instead of kindness or necessity.

But there have been blood sports here too.

-You have a brand-new cabinet. -I have.

Mostly older ministers that were culled.

[Thatcher] Yes, although it wasn't just their age that decided it.

-Rather? -Their background, mostly.

And lack of grit,

as a consequence of their privilege and entitlement.

Always a mistake to assume just because people are privileged,

they lack grit.

And a dangerous game, I think, to make enemies left, right, and center.

[Thatcher] Not if one is comfortable with having enemies.

Are you?

Oh yes.

Inspired by the words of the Chartist poet Charles Mackay.

"You have no enemies, you say?:

"Alas! My friend, the boast is poor."

"He, who has mingled in the fray

Of duty, that the brave endure,

Must have made foes! If you have none,

Small is the work that you have done."

"You've hit no traitor on the hip,

You've dashed no cup from perjured lip,

You've never turned the wrong to right,

You've been a coward in the fight."

Good evening. Well, so now we know. Three cabinet ministers sacked,

the cabinet changes, and a long list of promotions

and demotions in the junior ranks.

Mrs. Thatcher has well and truly shuffled her cabinet.

-Well, in a moment, we'll be looking… -Ah.

Eeyore.

-I came to see how you were getting on. -[Charles] I'll be fine.

Could you be a bit more than fine just once?

After a selection process that involved half of Britain,

you've somehow stumbled on the perfect one

in age, looks, and breeding.

Or have you managed to find fault even in perfection?

[Charles] No.

No, she is…

undeniably gorgeous.

Those legs.

-Cow. -[Charles chuckles]

And appropriate.

Well, then…

I just wish I'd had more time.

[Anne] What for?

Well, to find out who she is. We hardly know one another.

-There'll be time for that later. -That's what everyone keeps saying.

"There'll be time for that later, just get on with it."

I concur.

[Charles sighs deeply]

What does you-know-who say?

Depressingly, she's all for it.

[Anne] Of course she is.

Everyone's all for it because everyone understands

it's time to finally close this chapter.

To put the whole Parker Bowles soap opera behind us.

All of us.

For good.

Yes.

Oh, was that a smile?

It will be soon.

Don't fight it.

She's perfect.

She even got the stag, damn her!

[laughs]

It must be written in the stars.

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-[triumphant music playing] -[no audible dialogue]

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