All language subtitles for Hyde Park on Hudson (2012).eng

Back then,

this is years ago,

I couldn't afford secrets.

I just had chores.

As a child growing up,

we had been rich.

And then, well,

we weren't.

And like most people
during the Depression,

I now lived each day as it came
no longer expecting anything.

Waiting.

For nothing.

And then...

Hello?

My dear,

- I'm afraid I must presume
on your good nature. - What?

Shhh... Quiet!

Sinus?

Now I would like you to come over, and
I shall expect you this afternoon.

- Yes...
- Thank you so much.

Did someone die?

I won't be long.

Good morning,
Miss Suckley.

I wasn't the first relative
his mother called that day.

Maybe not even the tenth.

But I was around.

His mother said he needed someone
to take his mind off his work.

Why she thought I could
do that, I had no idea.

I suppose he's related
to half of everybody up here?

We're fifth or sixth cousins.
It depends on how you count.

- Cigarette?
- No, no, I don't.

I figured I'd spend
the afternoon there

and after having thoroughly
bored him to death

go back to my quiet life

taking care of my aunt.

But that's
not what happened.

He's not been
feeling well. Sinuses.

It seems to happen every time,
the second he comes home.

Mr. President?

Ah!

Daisy?

What a rare treat.

I hope my mother
didn't force this on you.

She said everyone else was away.

Did she?

She shouldn't
have said that.

How nice to see you.

How long has it been?

Oh, years.

At the Dows' wedding,
sir, in Rhinebeck.

Oh, were you there?

Where would you like
me to sit?

There's tea. I think
there's still tea.

Will you...

I can do this because
my mother is not here.

She doesn't believe
in sinus medicine.

Do you collect stamps, Daisy?

I don't.

Come and take
a look at these.

Oh, shall I...

I suppose you've pretty
much met all of these?

Not all of them.

Not yet.

Jerry, just...

Excuse me,
I should have knocked.

Did I actually
write this?

My cross, Daisy,
is that I am too nice.

Hmm?

But we do need the
Senator's vote, don't we?

Why can't politicians
just be honest?

My cousin.

Thank you.

Those are from Africa.

They say that is the highest
waterfall in the world.

Would you like me to go?

No. Please. I wouldn't.

This one's pretty.

- I'd like to go there.
- Where is that?

To be honest, I'd like to
go just about anywhere.

In Europe there would
certainly be another war.

One we would be dragged into
whether we liked it or not.

Here at home, the country
was still in a depression.

People out of work.

Hungry.
Needing help.

The President spent an awful
lot of time that spring

in Hyde Park on Hudson.

Fellas, would one of you please
tell Mother that this is radio?

He said I helped him forget
the weight of the world.

- That's 30 seconds...
- Look at me.

Right, quiet, quiet
down, everybody. Thank you.

I think
that means you, Mother.

His mother said he'd run the
whole country from here if he could.

But he couldn't.
Not with how things were.

Everyone knew someone
who couldn't find a job.

Everyone was scared.

... protect the economic
welfare of all the people in all groups.

I said that if

private enterprise could not
provide jobs this spring,

government would take
up the slack.

We have all
learnt the lesson

that government
cannot afford to wait

until it has lost
the power to act.

Therefore I have
sent a message

of far-reaching importance
to the Congress...

Everyone
was looking to him.

They all wanted
something from him.

The local labor union,

the Hyde Park Chamber
of Commerce,

the German-American
Friendship Band.

And all he wanted
was to relax.

Each time he came home
he'd telephone and ask,

"Daisy, where would you
like to go today?"

And I would always answer,

"Anywhere."

His wife, he said,
didn't like to take drives.

I learned the names of birds and
trees I'd seen my whole life.

We drove along country roads, up
hills, through woods, through fields.

We drove down roads
I never knew existed.

Roads, later, I could
never find on my own.

He'd had the car built so it could
be driven with just the hands.

In some ways it's
smoother than a regular car.

Would you like to drive?

No.

I believe I helped him
forget the world.

Let me help.

As if we'd just

run away.

And then, one day...

Where's
the police car going?

Oh, they don't
always follow.

Sometimes they have to go and catch
a crook or something, I suppose.

We've never
been here before.

No, I've been saving this.

I like this song.

Oh.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I...

I'm the one
who should apologize.

I knew that we were
now not just fifth cousins,

but very good friends.

As soon as I can get away.

That
we are the best of friends.

Time passed.

Time measured now in Franklin's
visits to Hyde Park.

Who was that?

The President wishes
to see me.

He is the President.

He wishes to show me
a new stamp.

- Where are we going?
- I don't know.

I had it built.
It's where I'll retire.

I'll write those detective books
I'm always talking about.

Go take a look.

Go on.

There's a bit of
paint smell still.

It's heaven.

- I've been thinking, Daisy...
- What?

- What have you been thinking?
- That I...

I'd like to
share with you

this.

When I go away...
You know I have to go away.

Should you ever miss me...

- Well...
- Do you ever miss me?

I always do.

Always.

A place you can come

and be alone and miss me.

Oh, I'm sorry, so sorry.

Sorry, sorry.

It's all right.

By now,
everyone was used to me.

I was the cousin
who's always visiting.

No one ever even asked me
why that was.

Has he read this?

I believe he has.

"If one could choose, from all
possible British personalities,

"the two who might make the
best impression upon Americans,

"King George and Queen Elizabeth
would not even make the short list."

How dare they talk
about royalty like that!

No King of England had
ever visited America before.

But now he was coming
to Hyde Park on Hudson

and the only quiet place
left to work was outside.

- What are those for?
- He has a headache.

- You do?
- It's his sinuses again.

- It happens this time every year.
- I know that.

You didn't say anything
about having a headache.

He's not going to trouble
you with everything, Missy.

You have enough
on your plate.

What does that mean?

It means, Missy, that you
take very good care of me.

It means that you do, too.

Mrs. Roosevelt, we appear
not to have enough plates.

What?

We don't have enough plates.
Someone miscounted.

You're telling me this now?

Madam, Mrs. Astor
has called again.

Franklin
had warned us...

Mrs. Astor will have plates.
We will borrow hers.

Today, stay out
of Mother's way.

On second thought,

- we shall call her cook.
- Certainly.

Mrs. Astor's so rich
she doesn't know what she has.

Franklin's wife,
Eleanor.

I'm just doing what I'm told.

Well, so much
for your little secret.

Morning, Mother.

Good morning, Eleanor.

We are not going to
serve the King of England a cocktail!

Mrs. Roosevelt,
you got it all wrong.

You see,
this isn't for the King...

Your mother has now told
me for the tenth time

not to call her Royal
Highness Elizabeth.

- She told me that, too.
- I mean, please, what century is this?

Daisy?
Daisy?

What? Oh, yes.
She told me the same thing.

I told her who did
she think I was?

- Oh, I think she knows.
- Daisy, hello?

- You're just staring.
- I'm not. I wasn't.

- What do you want?
- Eleanor's just brought out fresh coffee.

She was asking
if you'd like any.

- You're just staring again.
- I'm not.

Missy, leave
her alone.

My husband lives for the
adoring eyes of young women.

- We know this.
- Let's change the subject, shall we?

Oh, don't tell me
you're embarrassed.

- That day I'd like to see.
- I didn't say I was embarrassed.

Why do we care what a
king or a queen says about us?

Real rosewood.
Still got the smell.

Is that why it cost so much?

Hick called. For this morning's
royal visit she'd been ordered to produce

5,000 children overnight.

What? Why?

As buffers for holding
back the crowds.

- No.
- Well, the Girl Scouts refused outright.

Oh, good for them.

They said their girls had
taken an awful beating in DC.

Finally, Hick got
some Boy Scouts,

but, of course, when they were
pushed, they pushed right back.

Started something
like ten fistfights.

When she finally got
back to the office,

she kicked off her shoes, opened
the windows and shouted out,

"God damn the King
and Queen!"

Well, we may be saying
the same thing tomorrow.

"Hick" was short
for Lorena Hickok.

One of these friends of Eleanor's
Franklin called "she-men."

People said their marriage
was troubled and unhappy.

That they lived
mostly separate lives.

But I never saw that.

That's not how they seemed
when they were together.

We ended up in the stables.

Our last hope of refuge.

We must remind ourselves that
these kings and queens or whatever

are no better than us.
They are just people.

I read that in your
column, Eleanor.

Are you all right?
You look in pain.

- He has a sinus infection...
- He gets them this time of year.

Oh, does he?
I didn't know that.

I took an aspirin.

They just left Beacon.

Good. It won't be too long.

Why don't we just
come out and say it?

- They're coming here with their hand out.
- Remind me.

Hick thinks I should get at least a
month of columns out of this weekend.

Hick says this King
hates his brother.

Now there's a column
right there.

His brother's
met with Hitler.

That's good.
That's another column.

And this is the family we're having
in our house for the weekend.

- You don't even live here.
- I'm staying the night.

At least that's
what I told your mother.

I thought the brother
gave up being king

so he could marry
the woman he loved.

Daisy, have you ever met
a man who would do that?

Hick says she thinks that the
brother has positioned himself

to be the savior
of the monarchy.

Once England's been defeated and the
fascists have taken over, of course.

He's young, Eleanor.

So is she.

They're both young.

So let's just give them a break.
Can we?

And all the while, the King
and Queen were getting closer.

Shouldn't we stop and meet some people?
Wouldn't that be a good idea?

We've just left...
We're almost there.

I don't think there's
another town now until...

It's just a country road now.

- Still.
- He wants a cigarette.

- We don't want to be early.
- No, no, we don't.

And I'd like to meet
some Americans.

- Doesn't he want to meet you?
- He's busy.

I know how important this is.

You're not going to let the side down.
Don't worry.

That's what I keep
telling myself, too.

You started to talk about
the weekend's itinerary.

You will be staying
in the Roosevelt house, sir.

In fact, it's the
President's mother's house

and she will officially
be your hostess.

And where is
the President's house?

This is where he lives,
when he's not in Washington.

With his mother?
He doesn't have a house?

- He has a room.
- And his wife?

She lives in
another house. Hers.

And he doesn't...

Which she shares with other
women, who make furniture.

- I'm sorry?
- The furniture. They make it, build it.

They're couples. They're the
sort who like each other.

The Ambassador's wife, after
having visited Hyde Park...

Hyde Park?
Why do they call it that?

Well, Hyde Park's in London.
It's so confusing to me.

I don't know.

Our Ambassador's wife wrote,
and I think you need to hear this.

She wrote,

"It is a dismal house, extremely
badly run, and most uncomfortable."

Half of his cabinet
had been against the visit.

"The country," they said,

"was in no position to take
sides in another European war."

So Franklin
invited them here.

Where, out of
the spotlight,

we could all relax
and just be ourselves.

So nice of you
to come.

Mr. President, nice
of you to invite us.

Forgive me for
not getting up.

Mr. President, it is
an honor to be here.

My mother.

- How do you do?
- Your Majesty.

- My wife, Eleanor.
- How do you do?

I hope you've
had a pleasant journey.

- I hear we rang bells for you.
- Yes, we were honored.

What a lovely country.
Quite like Oxford.

Looking back,

I now see how important
that day was.

To them. To us. To the world.

And, of course,
as it turned out,

to me.

- Oh, what lovely ships.
- Mmm.

My son built them
when he was a boy.

How very clever.

- Wasn't that clever?
- Terribly clever.

He also did the birds

as a boy.

Until the taxidermy smells
made him ill.

- He'll tell you about it.
- I shall look forward to that.

Come in, please.

I can't tell you how I've
looked forward to this.

My mother has spoken
of nothing else for months.

Hey, Daisy. Mr. Cameron's
with the embassy.

- This is Daisy.
- Hello.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

That day, the President
sent me upstairs on a mission.

To spy behind enemy lines.

Charming.

Oh, look at that view.

You must tell me
about everything.

That's

the field.

We have fields
just like that.

- Those hills...
- Yes.

...lead down to the river.

Oh. Oh, so that's
where they go.

What are you doing?

I came to see
if I could be any help.

Do you mind if
I call you Elizabeth?

No.
No.

So these are the beds
your friends made.

Those are they.

Aren't they lovely?

- Is my wife behaving herself?
- Yes.

- Has my mother calmed down?
- She's fine.

It's like a madhouse.

Don't worry. All's
quiet on the upstairs front.

He's definitely younger
than I'd imagined.

- For a king, you know...
- Is he?

They both seem nervous.
That surprised me.

Without some help
from us, Daisy,

there soon might not be
an England to be king of.

So I'd be nervous, too.

That's why they're here.

Ah... Damn it! Damn it!

Let me do it.
Let me do it.

- They seem like very nice people.
- I smell like martini.

Later tonight, after the
dinner and all that is over,

what do you say
you and I get out of here?

Go someplace quiet.

I think I'll need that.

Well, I think I'm free.

It's going
to be a big, big success.

Oh, it's you.

- We share a bath.
- So I was told.

- So we don't have to go through the...
- Yes.

- What were you looking at?
- These prints.

I just told the President's
mother how humorous I found them.

- What are they of?
- British soldiers.

The 1812 War.
Cartoons, actually.

Mocking them.

Us.

They put you
in a room with...

The mother tried
to apologize.

I told her
I found them funny.

She said she tried to remove
them, but her son insisted.

Why would he do that?
What was he trying to say?

I don't know.

I don't know.

He knows it's important.
He knows why we're here.

- May I have a drink, too?
- Of course.

How many have you had?

The mother just left.

Cheers.

She apologized
for everything.

For Eleanor, mostly.

And for the hot dogs.

Hot dogs?
What are you talking about?

- It appears that at the picnic tomorrow...
- There's a picnic tomorrow?

- In our honor.
- You hate picnics.

At the picnic, the President's
wife has organized

that hot dogs be served
as our main dish.

I gather she has even publicized
this in the column she writes.

Are they trying
to make fun of us?

I don't know.

What do you think?

You're not going to tell
Mother, are you, Mary?

Not a soul, sir.

Mary, we all knew,
was one of Mother's spies.

Mother had her spies, too.

These are revolting.

They make our seamen
look like monkeys.

I can't believe he thought
these would make you laugh.

- I laughed.
- They're trying to make us seem

common.

Your brother would never have stood
for this. I'm sorry, but he wouldn't.

I think if
we just ignore these...

Oh, please,
stop stuttering!

I'm sorry.

I'm very sorry.
I didn't mean it, Bertie.

I think I'm getting a headache, my face
feels hot. I'm so sorry, I shouldn't...

- I didn't mean...
- I am not my brother.

- Thank God for that.
- And you are not the Duchess of Windsor.

You're better than that.

I just hate to see you...

See me...

Laughed at.

Mother, who had a sixth
sense for sniffing out alcohol,

was on the warpath.

Mother's father
had been a nasty drunk.

- Is he coming down?
- What is that doing in here?

- Leave it, Mother.
- I thought we had agreed.

- That's not true.
- We are not going to serve

- the King and Queen of England...
- Damn it, I said leave it!

Close the door, Daisy.

What's happening?
Why are you shouting?

- I am not shouting.
- Close the door, Daisy.

- Should I stay?
- Just close it.

- What is going on?
- He has brought out the drinks tray, Eleanor.

- Franklin, you promised.
- As I told Mother,

- that's not true.
- Maybe after dinner!

- Stop shouting, Mother. We have guests.
- Eleanor.

I know we have guests
and I know who they are

and my son is not going
to serve them cocktails!

- They are my guests.
- This is my house.

Yes, and you're the one
who wanted us to live here.

- Please, Eleanor. Don't revisit that.
- Take the tray.

- It's true, isn't it?
- No.

Yes!

- I'm the President!
- Oh, just stop it. Stop this.

God almighty. You're
behaving like a child.

I have the program
for tomorrow's event.

Is this for
the hot dog picnic?

There will be
entertainment as well.

- Perhaps I shall be surprised.
- Indians.

No.

"Ish-ti-opi."

- What?
- He's called here, "The Indian Baritone."

So he's going to sing.

There's "Princess Te Ata."

She will perform
"The Indian Corn Ceremony."

Oh, God.

"Accompanied by Kurkus
Pahitu on the tom-tom."

There's our incentive
not to be hungover.

The tom-tom, hot dogs,

cartoons depicting our British
naval officers as monkeys.

Come in.

The President is waiting to see
you in his study, Your Majesty.

He said it was time for
children's hour.

- Drinks.
- And the Queen?

She's been allowed
more time to relax.

Here we go.

Good luck.

Sir, my mother does not
approve of cocktails.

And thinks you might
rather have a cup of tea?

My mother would
have said the same thing.

Actually I prefer a...

A cocktail.

A man after my own heart.

Mmm-mmm.

So she said, "I'm so pleased
to meet you, Mr. President,

"I've only met
three Americans.

"Joe Kennedy, J.P. Morgan
and Fred Astaire."

"Thank God," I said,
"you met Mr. Astaire

"or what would your impression
be of the rest of us?"

Hello.

- Good evening, Your Majesty.
- Good evening.

- Mr. And Mrs. Elmer Nichols.
- Your Majesty.

- Lovely to meet you.
- Your Majesty.

- Mother, of course, you know.
- Welcome, Your Highness.

Thank you so much.

Mrs. Roosevelt...

Mrs. Roosevelt, may...

- Mrs. Roosevelt...
- I would love to, Your Majesty.

We could have sold tickets
for this dinner

and made ourselves
a pile of money.

Paid for your trip.

The moon
was coming up.

There was a warm,
summer breeze.

It was just perfect.

A perfect summer night.

To His Majesty, the King.

Inside, everyone was on
their very best behavior.

His Majesty the King.

And to Her Majesty,
the Queen.

Actually, normally,
we wouldn't toast the Queen.

What is that for?

We've been told the Queen is served
exactly 30 seconds after the King.

A tray, with
Mrs. Astor's 24 plates,

collapsed, for no reason,
just before the soup.

What happened?

I don't know, ma'am.
No one touched it.

I suppose
an angel just passed,

a very clumsy one.

That was very good.

But some people
had other explanations.

- It's the full moon.
- Do you think it's full?

- I give it one more day.
- I think it's full.

Daisy?

Oh, hello, Zack.

- Do you think it's full tonight?
- What?

Oh, yes, that moon
certainly is full.

- She says I'm right.
- I don't know for sure.

I could be wrong. It's just
such an important night.

Is it? I don't know.

I mean, what's one king
more or less?

He still has to put his
pants on one leg at a time.

Did you curtsey
for the Queen, Daisy?

I certainly did
and I think I did it right.

I didn't fall down.

How come you're not inside
there, Daisy?

I'm glad to see
you working, Barry.

- It's just one night.
- Well, at least it's something.

Hey, fellas. Okay, Mr. Friendly.
All right.

Can I take
some home for my dog?

- Your dog, huh?
- He doesn't have a dog.

Hey, listen.

Touch me there again, you're gonna
be wearing it, not eating it.

Ah!

Number two.

Shoot!

- Those damn horses.
- It's not the horses' fault.

I know, I know, you like them.
I've been looking for you.

- Do you need a handkerchief?
- Come here...

We saw you out here.

We?

Franklin's asked me to tell
you that you can go home.

He thinks that he's going to be
occupied with the King all evening now.

Of course he will.

No one wanted to go
to bed that night.

Finally, Franklin had to instruct
the band to stop playing.

He wished to spend time
with the King on his own.

Let's go into my study.
It'll be quiet in there.

- Unless you need to...
- No, no.

Would you mind pushing?

Certainly.

- Has Her Majesty gone to bed?
- She has.

And your wife?

Who knows?
I'm sure.

- Would you mind closing the door?
- Of course not.

- Cheers!
- Cheers!

- Do you collect stamps?
- I did, I have.

I understand you are
a serious stamp collector.

- Perhaps you would show me...
- You can't be interested.

- But I am.
- Do not protest.

When I was a young man, before
my marriage, of course,

I found that
showing one's stamps

was a very helpful way to get
a young woman's attention.

Was it?

But I suppose if
your father's the King,

who needs stamps?

The Queen is certainly
a lovely woman.

As is the First Lady.

She's a strong person.

Some days you don't even feel
like getting out of bed.

But then women like these, they
won't let you do that, will they?

No.

What do you do to be alone?

You need to give them a
reason not to bother you.

You can figure things out in
the quiet of your own mind.

I open up my stamp book and
everyone knows not to bother me.

You were wonderful tonight,
young man.

- What do you mean?
- Just what I said.

You were graceful,
you were confident.

You're going to be
a very fine king.

- I don't know what to say.
- Your father would be very proud.

I'm not so certain
about that.

If I were your father,

I'd be proud.

The Queen, she's...

She worries so much.

It's been hard for her.

Women worry.

I just stop listening
to her sometimes.

Please forget I said that.

Forgotten.

I... They've asked me to
say some things.

"Such a war

"as we now
contemplate...

"The... The carnage..."

Think of Spain.

Children bombed.

That is what we can expect.

It will be horrific.

And yet we know that
some of your countrymen

wish my country ill.

And want us to fail.
And want me to...

To fail with you.

This goddamn stutter.

What stutter?

This goddamn polio.

Sometimes I think
they deserve better than me.

My subjects.

I'm sorry. I don't know why
I'm saying this to you.

I'm supposed to be trying
to convince you to help us.

Let me confess
something to you now.

As you have been
so honest with me.

No one ever mentions the fact
that I can't use my legs.

It's never referred to.

Not by anyone.

And I used to think it was because
they were embarrassed about it.

But now I think
it's because

it's not what they
want to see.

Of course, you and I,

we think they see
everything that we are.

All our flaws.

Our transgressions,
our failures.

But that's not what they're looking
to find when they look to us.

And God help us
if that ever changes.

Can you imagine
the disappointment

when they find out
what we really are?

Smoke?

Thank you.

They didn't want me
as their king.

I didn't know they voted
for that in England.

I'm thinking

another drink.

Oh.

Right.

Was I the only one
who couldn't sleep that night?

Was it the moon?

How I longed for him.

- Good night.
- I'll wake you up.

Oh, I beg your pardon.

- Sir. I mean...
- Please...

Your Highness...
Your Majesty.

Good night.

- You're still awake?
- Mmm.

I think I'll go to sleep.
It's late.

Why are you smiling?
Are you drunk?

No. He's a very funny man.
Some wonderful stories.

- Like what?
- I couldn't tell you.

- They're not meant for women.
- They sound very funny.

Oh, he liked
my stories, too.

What stories?

I told him about
the coronation.

About getting the crown
the wrong way round.

And standing on my robe
so I couldn't move.

- You shouldn't have told him that.
- Why not? He laughed.

- We don't make fun of ourselves.
- That's not true.

Not here. Of course
he liked those stories,

they make us
look like fools.

- They make us look like people.
- You're so naive, Bertie.

He made fun of
himself, too.

He said that
at the picnic tomorrow...

- God, that picnic.
- He said that the Indians,

they were Eleanor's idea.

"One of my wife's
crazy ideas."

His mother's
furious about it.

Franklin's just trying to
keep it short.

He talks about his wife
like that to you?

I hope you didn't talk
about me to him.

I didn't. I wouldn't do that.
We didn't talk about you.

I asked him,
without mentioning you,

about these hot dogs.
What's that about?

Do you want to know
what he said?

He said he doesn't
get the fuss.

They're just a good thing
to eat at a picnic.

There's no meaning.
Nothing more.

- You didn't say I was concerned.
- No.

- I'm not sure I believe you.
- That's not fair.

Three different women tonight

asked me if I thought there'd
ever be an American queen.

If we'd ever allow it.

That was rude.

Do you have any cigarettes?
I've smoked all mine.

- That won't help you sleep.
- I know.

Thank you.

- Do you have a lighter?
- A lighter. Yes, of course.

Thank you.

I never wanted this life.

I know.

It's hard.

Go to bed, I'll be fine.

If there's a war, and
we know there will be,

he believes America
could be persuaded to help.

Did you see some of the people there
tonight? Did you hear their names?

They're from Italy, Germany.
They're Irish, they're Jewish.

They hate us, Bertie. They
want us to fall on our faces.

- They want to laugh at us.
- I think you're wrong.

I think we just need to be
a little more confident.

I'm not sure
I can even sleep.

Finally, he patted me
on the knee and said,

"Young man, it's time
for you to go to bed."

Like a father, I suppose.

He's very happy that
I am King.

Good night.

If ever I missed him

there was a place
he'd built for me to come

and be alone and miss him.

What the hell
are you doing here?

Tommy? What the hell
are you doing up here?

- You shouldn't be up here now.
- Why? Why not?

Can you get that
out of my face, please?

The President can't be
disturbed right now, Daisy.

I'll take a look.

Daisy, how nice to
see you up here.

Do you want to see
the President?

Missy, what is it?

Oh, my God.

Come back. Come back!

- Daisy!
- Fuck. Fuck, fuck.

Daisy!

Daisy!

Here!

Get out of here.

- Listen to me, Daisy, he wants to
talk to you. - Get out of here.

No, no, no!

He's going home.
He is headed home.

I want you to listen to me
very, very carefully.

- What can you say?
- Understand?

Understand?

Look at me.
Look at me, Daisy.

Understand?

I know you are intimate.

I've known since
the day it happened.

- What?
- Those things he said.

He meant them.
I know that. That hurt.

Cigarette?

I need one.

But I've accepted.

Like you will.

I'm a part of his life

and I accept
that you are, too.

I don't accept you.

What about Dorothy Schiff?
Do you accept her?

Why do you think she built
that place at Top Cottage?

There are other houses on top
of that hill, not just hers.

He asked her to. He asked
her to build a cottage

so they could live
together when he retired

while he wrote
those goddamn detective books

- he's always talking about writing.
- No, I don't believe it.

I read the letter.

When was that?

This year.

It wasn't Eleanor
who abandoned him.

She caught him, too.

- With you?
- No, no.

This was long ago.

Years and years ago.

Maybe you've met her.
Mrs. Rutherford.

I... I misunderstood.

Eleanor. I...

Eleanor's

realistic.

I don't think I can

share.

Oh, I think you can.

You can.

You decide.

He won't go to bed.

He's waiting for you.

Missy and my mother
both severely criticized me

for not inviting you
to the dinner tonight.

I want to apologize.

I think I showed you these

when you first came
to visit me, Daisy.

But you probably
don't remember.

I remember.

Aren't they beautiful?

Can you see from over there?

The highest waterfall
in the world.

That's on this stamp.

I really don't think you can see
from way over there, Daisy.

I really don't.

And that would be terrible,

not to.

- That, Daisy, would be...
- How do you see me?

- What?
- Am I

to you just stupid?

No, Daisy.

But I can understand
how you can feel that way.

Am I like

a whore?

No, you're not like a whore.

Now would you come over
and sit by me?

No, you're not getting off
that easy, you son of a bitch!

But that's not what I said.

Instead...

No, I need to go.

I'd say I'm sorry,

but that wouldn't do any good
right now, would it?

Someone's coming out.

Which one is she?

The one you think
looks like a governess.

I thought she
was the governess.

I understand it's
a very common thing,

men and their
children's governesses.

She's not the governess, but
she's obviously his mistress.

She dresses
like a governess.

She's not
a governess, Bertie.

Men find... Some men find, I think,
because they're around children

there's something
rather attractive about...

Why do you keep
talking about governesses?

- Is there something you want to tell me?
- No, nothing. Why?

Oh, look over there.

- The secretary.
- I hadn't seen her before.

And she's his mistress, too.
According to Cameron.

- We don't need Cameron...
- Cameron says there's another one.

- Another?
- Who's married.

But she's built a cottage
by his, or something.

Another mistress?

Good thing we changed our minds
about bringing Lilibet with us.

You changed your mind
about bringing Lilibet.

I never wanted to bring
Lilibet to America.

Only because
you don't like Americans.

I like Americans,
that's not fair.

I don't like a lot of
Americans, I like some.

Bertie, are you going
to eat a hot dog?

- What?
- At the picnic. Tomorrow. Today.

Are you? I mean,

isn't it like having, say, the PM over
and serving him bangers and mash?

- He probably would like...
- To a guest!

I mean, if we did that,

he'd know we were trying to tell
him something, he'd understand.

- What would he understand?
- How we felt about him.

The PM knows how we feel about him,
we like him. As if that mattered.

- Oh, you know what I mean!
- I wish I did.

Bertie, I don't think your
brother would eat a hot dog.

- How would you know that?
- Because he'd know what was meant!

It doesn't mean anything!

- The walls, sir, they are quite thin.
One can hear. - We know.

Everyone in this house
is already awake.

But to answer your question, Elizabeth,
I am going to eat a hot dog.

No, five hot dogs. Ten!

I'm going to shove them in my
mouth, stick two up my nostrils,

two more in my ears,
and walk around

so that people can take
pictures of the King of England

with hot dogs
hanging out of his orifices!

Don't ever compare me
to my brother again.

Sir, it's the President.

Has she gone?

What do you think
she's going to do?

I don't think she'll
cause you any trouble.

If that's what
you're asking.

Is that
what you're asking?

They'll see us.

Hello and good morning!

- Wave.
- I am.

Hello.

- Hello.
- Lovely morning, isn't it?

Sleep well?

Yes, yes, we did.

- Didn't we?
- Yes, we did.

Good.

Me, too.

I thought I might have a swim.
Come along?

Uh, gosh. A swim?

Daisy, is that you?

Let me help.

You're up early.

I just woke up.

And so,
the day of the picnic began.

And everyone pretended, as
usual, not to notice anything.

Watch out, watch out. Here
they come, here they come.

They feeding you all right
out here, boys?

Throwing you the odd bone?

We're eating like kings,
Mr. President.

Well, you have him
to thank for that.

All right.

I made them all agree, no
pictures in our bathing suits.

Oh, you don't
look so bad.

Maybe you ought to have your
picture taken like that.

Get the women's vote.

Oh, that's right,
you don't vote for king.

Are you two comfy back there?

Yes, thank you.

And here we are.

I won't be driving
with him again.

Honor to meet you.

It's such an honor.

Sam, don't eat them all,
I'm hungry.

Whatever you say,
Mr. President.

- Wave.
- He means you.

Look, they're filming.

No, no. Wave. Wave.

Wave, wave.

Hi, there.

Hello. Hello.

She's here.

Good for her.

What are you doing?

I'm so pleased you came.

I promised my aunt.

- How do you do?
- Oh, how do you do?

- Mrs. Woodbury Langdon.
- So nice to meet you.

Fellas, please favor
this handsome fella on my right.

Tommy, look who's here.

Daisy, would you
come with me, please?

Tommy, she has
every right to be here.

He wants her
sitting with him.

I'm not doing that.

Who wants her
sitting with him?

The President, ma'am.

Daisy.

Daisy, please,
where are your manners?

Let's sit up
with the President.

He just wants her.

Just wants Daisy,
thank you, ma'am.

Please.

Daisy! What were you
doing way over there?

The special guests are here on the porch.
And you should be here.

Please sit down, Daisy.

Please, Daisy.

How much longer
is this going to last?

Indian Baritone! Thank you so much.
Thank you.

Thank you. Come on.

Franklin, he
wasn't finished.

I thought he was.

Thank you. Thank you.

Now let's all say thank you to Ish-ti-opi
in Cherokee, which is "chokapi."

- Chokapi. - Can we all say
that together, boys and girls?

Come on, if you enjoyed it,
say "chokapi."

Chokapi.

Thank you,
thank you so much.

At last,
after Eleanor's Indians,

the event we had all been
secretly waiting for.

Your Majesty, would
you like a hot dog?

Do you take mustard?

I take whatever you think
I should take with my hot dog.

Allow us, then, to put on
a bit of mustard for you.

Here. Daisy, would you show
how we put on the mustard?

You're too kind.

Why are they applauding?

It's all right. Yeah.

It's fine.

What's this about?

It's very good. It's good.

And like that,

we felt America and England were back
on the road to being very good friends.

At least, I'm told that's
how some people took it.

It made me wonder.

Maybe the hot dogs hadn't been
Eleanor's idea after all.

When he left for England
later that day,

the King sent back
a telegram

in which he wrote that our
two nations had now forged,

and these are his words,

"A special relationship."

It's good.
It's all fine.

I'll have another!

The next day,
he sent a car.

But I said I was too ill
to take a drive.

- Tell the President no.
- Yes, ma'am.

I was ill the next day.

And the next.

And the day after that.

A week after the Royals'
visit to Hyde Park,

the President finally came
in person to my house.

Good morning.

I had been waiting.

He drove us
by the plumbing shop

where his mother had
returned the toilet seat

she had ordered
for the royal visit.

Without paying for it.

He tried to make me laugh.

And he was good at that.

He was, after all,
a politician.

Mother wants
to pay him now.

But he says it's really
been good for business.

He hoped
I would forgive him.

But I was damned
if I was going to tell him

that I already had.

Occasionally now, Missy would come
and fetch me when she felt...

I think he could use
your company tonight.

Let him wait.

When we played cards,
Missy and I were partners.

We now shared everything.

I learned, as we got to
know each other better,

of her bouts
with her blackness.

And of her dark days.

When she fell terribly ill,
he paid for everything.

He even changed his will, giving
her half should she outlive him.

But to the surprise
of nearly everyone,

he did not visit her once
in the hospital.

I asked him why.

"It's a terrible
fault of mine, " he said.

"I find it too painful
to be around illness."

I grew close
not only to Missy,

but to all of
Franklin's boys.

They seemed to accept me,
no questions asked.

And no more promises
were made.

So none could be broken.

A year passed.

And then another.

And another.

I watched him
grow tired

and frail

and ill.

He tried to hide this
from everyone.

He knew how to do that.

From everyone

but me.

Mr. President.

Okay, boys,
take it away.

Everyone still
looking to him.

Still seeing whatever it was
they wanted to see.

In a time,
not so very long ago,

when the world still
allowed itself secrets,

Franklin Roosevelt

was mine.