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My dear Baron...

Come on, boys!

...my dear fellow members...

Sir.

...we're now well into
the first leg of our tour.

At ease.

The Duke and I flew out
and joined the Yacht in Mombasa.

- How do you do?
- Very good, sir.

From there, we departed for
Ceylon via the heavenly Seychelles.

Then through the beautiful
Malayan states and on to New Guinea.

Because the Duke isn't much
one for ceremony,

preferring sport and competition
to dinners and speeches,

everywhere we've gone,
we've had our own small-scale Olympics.

- Heave!
- Come on, boys!

We have a number
of gifted athletes on board:

runners, rowers, footballers.

And we've pipped the locals pretty much
everywhere we've been.

But in New Guinea,
I'm afraid, we really met our match.

Get up!

Thankfully,
there is always cricket...

Come on, Aldrich!

- Hooray!
- ...where we can be relied upon

to get our revenge.

Bowled!

- Howzat!
- Yes!

Mainly because
cricket as a sport

has never been seen before
in New Guinea.

At night, the adventures continue.

On royal tours in the past,
when the Queen has been present,

the evenings have been polite occasions,
with everyone on best behavior.

"Not this time.

"Philip, as you all know,
is a work-hard-play-hard man

"who would never stand in the way
of a bit of fun.

"And in New Guinea, as it turns out,

"there's no such thing as infidelity.

"Men are expected to indulge.

"By the end of this tour,

"I think we'll be able
to make a qualitative assessment

"about where the finest women
in the world come from.

"For now, however, I can tell you

"the women of New Guinea
are sweeter than those of Ceylon

"and right up there
with those of Malaya!

"I have shared these secrets
with you in good faith.

"The contents must, like all disclosures
of the Thursday Club, remain secret.

"Ninety percent of the officers
on board are married

"and would kill me if they knew
what I was writing!

"Strict non-disclosure policies apply.

"What happens on tour stays on tour.

"But rest assured,
I will keep you updated

"on our forthcoming adventures.

"I sense this will be a momentous
and eventful tour indeed.

"Ever your fellow member, Mike!"

We put our trust in our ruling class.

We've put this great country
in their hands!

And what do they do?

How do they pay back our trust?

By taking us into an illegal war

under false pretenses!

A shameful, dishonest misadventure!

Murderers!

You! What about that? Bloody disgrace!

Dragging us all into ruin! Bastard!

The invasion has been a disaster,

the UN General Assembly's up in arms,
as are the Americans.

As a result,
our Prime Minister has had no option

but to declare an immediate ceasefire
and retreat.

Without taking back the Suez Canal.

- Quite.
- So it's all been for nothing?

No, rather worse than nothing.

Economically, the drain on our currency
reserves has been so ruinous

that we now face a run on sterling.

The energy situation is just as bad.

Panic buying has been reported
at petrol stations,

and we expect fuel rationing to become
necessary as we move into winter.

It is no exaggeration to say

this has been the worst week
for the country since 1939.

The peace and consensus
left by your dear father has gone

and our reputation
for decency and integrity

in matters of foreign policy

has been shattered.

What is it?

The Duke of Edinburgh is
on the telephone, Your Majesty.

Mmm! Goodness, that's a first.

From New Guinea, ma'am.

- Sorry, do excuse me.
- Yes, of course.

- Give him my best.
- Say hello.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello. Hello, Philip.

Hello? Can you hear me?

Yes, yes, I can hear you.

I can't hear you. Can you hear me?

Yes. I can hear you.

Uh...

Hello?

Elizabeth?

Can you hear me?

Philip.

Oh.

Ready for you, sir.

Damn telephones.

Bloody things.

This is why I haven't bothered myself.

Assemble on deck
for the morning address.

At ease, gentlemen.

Well, our adventure
is only two weeks old,

and it's already taken us
nearly 20,000 miles

as we travel the far corners
of the world,

in an attempt to repair
the reputation of our country,

currently being ruined by politicians.

I would like to thank each and every one
of you for your professionalism

and discipline.
You have all been brilliant.

All, that is,
except for the football team...

...whose shoddy, leaky defense

and absence
of a natural left-sided player,

led to that rather humiliating defeat
by the Seamen's Club,

of all bloody people,
at Port Swettenham.

I should also like to say,
if I may, Admiral...

Yes, sir.

It's been wonderful for me,
on a personal level, to be back at sea.

The Royal Navy has always occupied
a very special place in my life

and, indeed, in my heart.

There are few greater pleasures in life
than serving on a ship such as this.

That's why it's also
very difficult to leave,

but leave I must and fly to Melbourne
to open the Olympics there,

where I must generally behave myself,

shake a few hands, cut a few ribbons.

It will be hell, I can assure you.

And I will be counting the minutes
until you come and pick me up again

and we can continue our great adventure.

Now, in the meantime, behave yourselves,

keep fit,

and don't drink all the bloody beer.

Well said, sir.

Well done, boys.
Well done, big man.

Good stuff. Thank you very much.

Well done. Well done. Well done.

It's so depressing, this Suez business.

Well, don't read about it then.

I can't help myself.
What were they thinking?

Shall we take a look
at this schedule?

Will that cheer me up?

Uh, probably not, no.

I've been stripping things out
wherever I can,

but I'm afraid it's still pretty hectic.

We start with a uranium mine visit
in the Northern Territory.

- Yippee.
- Agricultural parades in Sydney,

then over to a British Empire
Service League conference in Canberra.

And finally garden parties
at Government House.

- Joy.
- But...

I've come up with a stock speech
which you can memorize like a mynah bird

and deliver each step of the way.

Australia.

The name itself conjures up
such romantic images

of progress, ambition and possibility.

It is said that the mark
of any great nation is the journey

it has endured on its path to glory.

And what a journey Australia has taken.

- I see. So that's the smelter.
- Straight over there...

From those early European
explorers who landed at your shores,

you've endured
great hardship and crisis.

Less independently-minded nations
would've faltered,

sought support from the parent nation

once so integral to their governance.

But Australia forged onwards.

Like its rugged and, at times,
unforgiving landscape,

Australia showed true strength,
true mettle.

You have admirably

developed every branch
of your life and culture

and in just 200 years, have grown

into a unique
and individual civilization,

which, I am sure, will rank among
the greatest that the world has seen.

Australia!

- Excellent speech.
- Good man.

Her name's Helen King.

Twenty-nine years old,
writes for The Age,

one of the most prominent
newspapers here.

She's asked to meet you.

Let's meet her.

What for?

An interview.

I thought we'd decided no interviews.

We did, but in her case,

I find myself moved
to make an exception.

- You saw the way she was looking at me?
- Yes.

You don't think I'm being delusional?
Gentleman's radar and all that.

No.

Not to mention the way she's followed us
every step of the tour. No...

I think we can safely assume
this one's a friend, not an enemy.

The car
carrying His Royal Highness,

the Duke of Edinburgh,

makes its way out
onto the splendid red track

here on this pleasant afternoon
in Melbourne.

The crowds are ecstatic as they
get their first glimpse of the Duke,

who is reported to be greatly enjoying
his time here in Australia.

And now, we're nearly there as the Duke
takes his place in the Royal Box.

I declare open the Olympic Games
of Melbourne,

celebrating the 16th Olympiad
of the modern era.

He looks happy.

For once.

The Duke smiles as thunderous applause

and thousands of cheers...

- Yes. Very happy.
- ...from the excited spectators

reverberates around the crowded stadium.

You can thank me for that.
It was my idea.

I always knew it was a good idea
to let him shine. Alone.

What a magnificent moment.

Yes, thank you, Mommy.

In ancient Greece,
the beginning of the Games

was heralded
by the homing of the pigeons,

and so too today.

Ready?

- Yes.
- Yes.

- Mrs. Parker. This way, please.
- Yes.

Wait here.

Mrs. Parker. How can I help?

I'd like to separate from my husband.
Better still, divorce.

Do you mind me asking, on what grounds?

The fact I never see him.

Absence isn't a legal ground
for divorce.

Neglect?

Nor that, I'm afraid.

You're going to need
one of the big three:

adultery, unreasonable behavior
or insanity.

I'm quite sure there has been adultery.

We will need evidence.

That won't be easy.

Because of his job.

- Mike works for the Duke of Edinburgh.
- In what capacity?

His private secretary.

Oh, I see.

He's also his closest friend.
They're virtually inseparable.

Are you really sure about this?

A divorce can leave a woman
quite isolated.

Maybe things will get better
if you stick it out.

I tend to think that's always
the best way for everyone.

Grass is rarely greener.

I will come back when I have evidence.

- You're taking pethidine?
- Yes.

- And the pentobarbitone?
- Yes, I'm taking the pentobarbitone,

but it doesn't work.

I need something stronger.

There is nothing stronger.

The fact is, in terms of pharmacology,
we've gone as far as we can.

I have the greatest sympathy
for your condition, Prime Minister,

and I fully understand
the need for rest,

but given the challenges
that are now facing this country,

you don't feel
that you have a responsibility

to execute your duties
just a little longer?

I asked the physician the same question,
ma'am, but he insisted.

He felt that I was at the very limit
of human endurance.

But the country will be in safe hands.

Mr. Butler will take charge
in my absence.

Mr. Head will oversee the withdrawal
of our troops from Egypt,

and Mr. Macmillan will oversee
the economic situation.

Economic crisis.

How long do you imagine you'll be away?

Not long, ma'am.

A few weeks.

Well, I suppose one can always reach you
at short notice.

It's a point I always make
to my private secretaries.

Yes, I'm away, but Windsor
really is just round the corner.

And Norfolk, too.

County Durham, isn't it?

Your family home.

Jamaica, ma'am.

Your family home?

Where the doctor felt I should be going.

He specified Jamaica?

He specified sunshine,
tropical sunshine.

He said he felt
my life might depend on it.

What would he prescribe
for the rest of us, do you imagine?

Prime Minister.

Your Majesty.

Excuse me! Excuse me!

You work in there, don't you?

At the Thursday Club as a waitress?

- Who's asking?
- My name is Eileen.

Do you have a minute?

Uh, what can I do for you?

I'd like you to tell me
what goes on inside.

- Are you a reporter or something?
- No, no, nothing like that.

Just a wife of one of the members
and mother to his children.

You may know him, his name is Mike.

There are so many gentlemen.

Mike Parker.

You do know him, don't you?

Mike would've made sure of that.
You're just his type.

Look, one day you will be married too,

and I sincerely hope
that you make a good choice.

But if you don't and you meet a man
who makes you unhappy,

then, as a woman, I would wish for you

to be able to leave that man
easily, painlessly.

So if there is anything you can tell me
that might make my leaving easier...

I'm sorry, Mrs. Parker,
but I know nothing of your husband.

Here is my address and telephone number.

Excuse me. Coming through here.

Just...

If anything should occur to you.

- We'll take two more martinis.
- All right.

Lily! Lily! Lily!

- Martin.
- Do you have a minute, Michael?

I think it's important.

Come in.

I'm going to ask you
to go through it again.

Yes. The provenance
of this rumor is quite arcane.

- Your sister...
- Sister-in-law.

...had lunch with her aunt,
who had just spent the weekend at...

Cholmondeley Castle.

At which, one of the other guests
was the bridge partner...

Tennis.

...of the solicitor
visited by Eileen Parker.

I think that's it.

That's half Britain already.

And all of these people
now know Mrs. Parker

is seeking a divorce?

Yes.

That's unfortunate.

It'll be hard to contain.

And what are Mrs. Parker's

grievances?

Neglect, unreasonable behavior,

and infidelity.

Just a wife's suspicions,
nothing concrete,

but I believe specific mention
was made of a lunch club

where Lieutenant Commander Parker
and the Duke of Edinburgh are...

Don't tell me. Frequent guests.

Actually, founder members.

Keep an eye on this for me,
would you, Martin?

A close eye.

Three carbon copies,
please, Jane.

Will do.

Thank you.

- Here we go.
- Madam.

- Mind your step.
- Thank you very much.

- Ready, sir?
- Certainly am.

His Royal Highness,
the Duke of Edinburgh.

- Thank you for seeing me, sir.
- Not at all.

Well, um, just bear with me
while I put my things down and set up.

- Please.
- Thank you.

I'm just going to
put a microphone right here.

Can I help?

No, it's fine, thank you.

Right, I think that's it.

Right, well, I'll, uh...
I'll leave you two to it, then.

Thank you, Michael. Please.

Thank you.

Uh, ready when you are.

Well, we can't really start
without passing comment

on the situation in Egypt
and the international response.

Why?

Huge demonstrations
on the streets of London,

Eden caving in to international pressure
and calling a ceasefire.

You don't think it's a pretty
significant moment for your country?

Perhaps, but I'm not going to
pass comment on that.

- Why not?
- It's not my job.

It's not what members
of the royal family do.

But you must have thoughts about it.

Of course, I'm not a vegetable,

but my thoughts on issues like that
remain a private matter.

One can't help wondering where it leaves

- Britain's place in the world.
- Oh, I'm sure Britain will be fine.

The view from over here is that
Britain has been publicly humiliated.

Oh.

As someone
with surprisingly progressive views,

that must concern you.

I have progressive views?

You don't think that you do?

Televising the coronation?

Advocating modernization?

That's just common sense.

If you're a progressive,
one prepared to make changes.

Well, let's just say
that I learned very early on

that it's wise
not to take things for granted.

You're referring to your family.

How they had to leave Greece
in the revolution.

Your grandfather was shot,
your father fled to avoid being shot.

Yes. Correct.

Well, you see, there's so much
that people don't really know about you.

I can assure you
it's all been rather embellished.

- The truth is really quite dull.
- Dull?

How you personally fled Corfu
in an orange crate?

And then a childhood in exile,
always on the move.

"Exile" is too strong a word,
too emotional.

It's just how it was for everyone.
You just got on with it.

But it can't have been easy.

Was the trauma of being in exile
what brought on your mother's illness,

do you think?

What illness?

Well, the information I have is
that she suffered a breakdown.

Things weren't easy for her.

But she got on with it.

But she was taken away, wasn't she?
To an institution.

Then your father promptly abandoned
the family, ran off with his mistress?

I don't know what you've been reading
or who you've been speaking to,

but both my mother and my father
played very active roles

in all their children's lives.

So, it isn't true
that you didn't see your father

for the last six years of his life?

I think if we're to remain friends,
we really should move on.

All right.

May I ask you about your education?

Sir.

Sir.

- What about it?
- That was pretty unusual, too.

I went to boarding school in Britain.
I don't see what's unusual about that.

For a while, but then you were taken out
of there and sent to school in Germany.

Because my sisters lived there.

- Your Nazi sisters.
- Oh, Christ.

One of whom was married
to a close personal friend of Hitler's.

I was at school in Germany
for less than a year

before I returned to the United Kingdom.

What point are you trying to make here?

I think it's pretty clear
which side I was on.

My record in the war speaks for itself.

I'm simply saying your background

is so much more interesting and complex
than people might imagine.

- Do they imagine anything?
- I think people are curious.

Here is this striking, handsome man,

walking beside
the most famous woman in the world.

Who is he?

Well, I hate to disappoint,

but he really is just a normal man

in what, from the outside,

probably looks like
rather a strange life,

but from the inside,
really is no different to anyone else's.

I don't think there's anything about you
that's like anyone else.

From a young age,
you were effectively orphaned,

your favorite sister, Cecile,
also a Nazi, died in a plane crash.

I really think we should move on now.

What kind of impact
does that have on a man?

That's the kind of trauma that will
doubtless have a bearing on

how your own children and the future
King of England are brought up.

That's enough.

I think people have a right
to know about their leaders, don't you?

Especially ones that can't be thrown out
with free and fair elections.

Just don't ever let my vanity
get the better of me again.

Christ!

Christ!

Kensington 8953. Hello?

We met

a few times

in various locations.

Afterwards, he'd tell me about his job.

The company he keeps.

He didn't mention a wife.

Or children.

I'm so sorry.

If you are really sorry
and want to make my life easier...

Of course.

We will need you
to make an official statement

and give evidence in court.

I can't do that.
I would lose my job, my reputation.

I'm afraid that's what the law requires.

No!

No.

So you telephoned me and agreed
to come here today for what, precisely?

To put color into my nightmares?

I'm sorry.

My sources now tell me that

Mrs. Parker has gone
as far as bringing a waitress

from the Thursday Lunch Club
to see her divorce lawyer.

I gather the waitress has not provided
hard evidence on this occasion,

just hearsay.

They were obviously getting close.

This cannot be allowed to go
one single step further, Martin.

No.

If Mrs. Parker succeeds
in getting her divorce,

the newspapers would make
the not unreasonable assumption

that anything that
Lieutenant Commander Parker has done,

the Duke of Edinburgh has done, too.

We do not want words like "infidelity"
and "divorce" swirling around.

No.

Whether there is any truth
in the allegations or not,

it would shatter the integrity
of the royal marriage

and jeopardize the entire monarchy.

Any ideas?

Stand easy. Stand easy.

Right, our grown-up duties are done.

The Olympics are officially up
and running, which means, gentlemen,

we can now get on with the important
business at hand: our tour!

We have nine weeks
between now and our arrival home.

In that time, we will be visiting
the remotest parts of the Commonwealth,

but I'm delighted to say
that during that time,

we will be without reporters.

We will be without photographers.

We will be out of the world's eye!

And with that in mind,
I think Michael's got a suggestion.

Thank you. Right, gentlemen.

Yes, I'd like to propose
something a little unusual,

something I'm fairly sure none of us
has ever participated in before:

a beard-growing competition!

Now, special dispensation has been given
to the dozen or so men

who already have beards to
shave them off and they'll act as judges

for the rest of our efforts, all right?

Yes!

- Hip, hip!
- Hooray!

- Hip, hip!
- Hooray!

- Hip, hip! Hooray!
- Hooray!

It's nothing
you've not seen before.

We can't see it now, Bill.

Right, in their infinite wisdom,
the powers that be have decided

they would like you to make
a Christmas speech.

What? To who? The men on board?

Uh, no.

To the half a billion people that
make up the Commonwealth of Nations.

From the Lord Chamberlain's office.

They'd like you to make a companion
Christmas speech to the Queen's.

A thousand words, preferably uplifting
in tone and Christian in sentiment.

With as many references as possible

to the importance of family
and the sanctity of marriage.

What if I don't want to?

I'm afraid no provisions
appear to have been made

for your having an opinion about that
or, indeed, anything else.

Because of seniority,

your speech will come second,
the usual time, 3:00 p.m.

However, on Christmas morning,

the Duke of Edinburgh is expected
to be in Graham Land,

which is in the Antarctic Peninsula,
which is ten hours behind us,

so he'll have to get up
at the crack of dawn to make his speech.

May I ask why he's making a speech?

Ma'am?

Well, it's not usual, is it?

No, it is extraordinary.

Um, I think the feeling was

that with Your Majesty
and His Royal Highness

having not been seen
in public together for so long,

being, at least, heard together...

No, I see. It might reassure people
that all is still well.

I wouldn't go that far, ma'am.

Well, I would.

And I think it's a good idea.

Thank you, Michael.

May I just ask,

just out of curiosity,

what's the longest amount of time that
you and Lady Adeane have been separated?

Uh...

Three weeks, I think.

I see. And would you say that you thrive
or suffer from the separation?

We don't much care for it, ma'am.

Helen, in particular, believes

that little good comes
from a couple being apart,

that a husband and wife belong together.

Yes, of course.

Ma'am.

- Brown?
- Yes, sir?

- What's up?
- Australian naval patrol boat,

the HMAS Warreen,
has put out a distress call.

They picked up a fishing boat,
out of power, and it's drifted for days.

The one man left alive,

he nearly drowned trying
to fix the hull.

He suffered a broken rib cage,
and his lung may be punctured.

And the Warreen doesn't have
a doctor on board.

- The man is dying.
- Are we the nearest ship?

There's a French freighter
three miles further out.

We are the nearest ship.

Set your course.

Bring her about.

Coming about.

Ninety degrees.

Hoist.

Up, up. He's coming up.

Steady him.

Straps.

At ease.

We fished him out of the water,
floating near his boat.

The rest of his crew must have drowned.

There was no log on board,

so we don't know
who he is or where he's from.

It doesn't matter who he is
or where he's from.

He was the captain of a ship,
that's all that counts.

- We'll need a saline drip.
- He's one of us.

Immediately. Fluids. Now, man.

No, it's out of the question, sir.

Why?

We have a strict schedule,
as part of an official tour.

And to take the man back
to wherever he came from

would be to turn back
in entirely the wrong direction.

It'd take days, maybe a whole week,
off our important schedule.

We can make that time up.

The man's fortunate enough
we saved his life.

We'll simply drop him off at the next
destination and that'll be that.

He will be needlessly separated
from his home,

find himself in a strange country...

...with a foreign language,

away from his family.

Not my concern.

Another vessel
with less important duties

might find time for such

sentimental charity.

We've done our important duties
and are on the way home.

We're effectively
a glorified pleasure cruiser

with an abundance of fuel
and time to spare.

Sir, my decision as Flag Officer is no.

And my decision
as Admiral of the Fleet is that we do.

There is only one person
in command of the vessel.

It's the Flag Officer.

If you'd recall your naval training,
you'd remember.

I do recall my naval training,
as it happens.

Manning command posts on destroyers
during the war.

The same war which, I believe,
you spent on shore duty.

I have never abused my privileges,
and I don't intend to start now,

but this is the Royal Yacht.

I am on it representing the Crown,

and I say turn it around
and take this man home.

My dear friends,
after 20 eventful weeks at sea,

visiting five continents
and covering many thousands of miles,

I'm happy to report that we saved
our greatest adventure for last.

As the Royal Yacht Britannia
turned naval rescue

and we fished a shipwrecked mariner
out of the water.

Our brilliant surgeons operated on him,

then we went out of our way
to return him to his home,

his family and his people.

And what people.

What a family.

What a home.

Should you Thursday Club members
ever grow tired

of your colorless
and empty lives in London...

...I suggest immediate relocation

to the discrete island nations
nestled around Tonga,

surely the closest one can come
to heaven on Earth.

"Never have we received such a welcome,

"or eaten so well.

"Never have I experienced
such a willingness

"to set oneself free and enjoy.

"And nowhere on Earth,

"and we have, by this point,
traveled across almost every inch,

"have we encountered
such beautiful women."

Bye!

"These really have been
the most remarkable few days.

"And it is with the greatest reluctance,

"that after three days here,
we tear ourselves away,

"each of us, not a little bit,
but a great deal in love."

That is your husband's
handwriting, isn't it?

You said you needed evidence.

That's not a royal tour they're on,
it's a five-month stag night.

Whores in every port.

Good luck.

Uh, thank you.

- Happy Christmas.
- Happy Christmas, Your Majesty.

- Hello. Thank you.
- Thank God.

All right, you two.
Good, now...

Thank you.

Edward!

Delighted to see you.

Written it yet?

No.

I'm waiting for inspiration to strike.

Might I suggest some gung-ho platitudes
about Christmas and the Commonwealth?

That's what they want me to say.
I mean what I want to say.

Right.

Have you got it yet? Home Service.

Nearly there, sir.

- Where exactly is Philip?
- Uh...

- Graham Land, last I heard.
- Where's that?

- Dickie, where's Graham Land?
- Antarctica. Is it?

- Is that north or is that south?
- It's north.

- No. Don't be silly, Mommy, it's south.
- Does anyone actually know?

Well, yes, because the Arctic is north

and so Antarctica is non-north,
isn't it, Dickie?

What's "non-north"?

Come.

- It's time.
- Good.

- Your Majesties, Your Royal Highnesses.
- Oh. Children.

And now, a Christmas
announcement from His Royal Highness,

the Duke of Edinburgh.

Good morning.

This is Britannia.

I'm speaking to you from the edge
of the South Pacific.

59 degrees south and 60 degrees west.

You have to turn the globe upside down
to find this place.

Indeed, a few of us
aboard the Royal Yacht

feel a little upside-down,

having never been this far from home.

The remoteness of the location

presents one
with a precious opportunity to think

about one's own life,
one's own way of living.

We've traveled the world now
and seen all manner of tribes,

societies and cultures.

We've had endless debates about
which places have the best systems

of government orjustice
or the most interesting religions.

And we've been amazed, and impressed
by so much of what we have seen.

Naturally, it has led us
to examine our own lives

and the way we live.

The things we take for granted.

Is that really Philip?

It's not some sort
of Philip impersonator?

Why?

He just sounds so odd. So different.

And here I am,
almost 10,000 miles from London,

surrounded by empty water.

It's a fine life on board a ship,
but it can be a solitary one.

We are men together,

but we each stand alone.

I've been asked to tell you
that they're ready for you.

Right.

Last-minute changes?

- Something like that.
- May I help?

No. Thank you.

Uh, let's see
if I can oil the wheels.

All clear from Broadcasting House.

We are ready for you, ma'am.

Yes.

Happy Christmas.

- Happy Christmas, Your Majesty.
- Happy Christmas, ma'am.

People of Britain
and the Commonwealth

will now listen to the voice
of Her Majesty the Queen.

Thank you. Ma'am.

Once again,

messages of Christmas greeting
have been exchanged around the world,

carried upon the invisible wings

of 20th-century science.

And of all those many messages
from all corners of the Commonwealth,

none has given us greater pleasure

than hearing those of my husband

from the remote
and lonely spaces of Antarctica.

To him I say,

from all the members of your family
gathered here today,

our very best wishes go to you
on board Britannia.

A very large, united family
is waiting for you here

and will always be waiting for you,
wherever you are.

- Her Majesty.
- Her Majesty.

I would like
to express my gratitude

to those men and women
of the Commonwealth

whose efforts in our great cities...

There you are!

You all right?

Fine.

Her speech.

What about it?

Touching. Unexpectedly touching.

Caught me off guard.

I might even have to confess
to feeling a little...

Homesick?

Yes.

Right.