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You see?

She understands German already.

She's clever... like her father.

And strong like her mother.

Oh, Victoria.

I cannot wait to educate our children.

I want them to shine like a beacon of domestic bliss

through the London fog.

Children?

Yes, of course.

I would, I would very much like us to fill this nursery.

I think Vicky is quite enough at present.

Oh, where are you going?

I thought we were going to do the boxes.

Oh, I have arranged to meet with some mathematicians

at the Royal Society,

but if you want, I could stay and help you.

No, I can manage.

Albert.

I want to have a word with you.

With no women around.

People are coming to Coburg all the time

to visit the birthplace of the King of England,

but I cannot even show them the Hall of Giants

because the roof is leaking and I cannot afford to mend it.

I am not the King of England, Papa.

Ah, but you are still from Coburg, Albert.

Do you want to feel ashamed of your birthplace?

If you had not spent so much on your... hobbies,

I would not need to be.

Am I disturbing you?

Oh please, forgive me,

I know how seriously you take your duties.

Which is why we must talk about the future.

I look forward so much to the time

when your nursery is full.

Such possibilities.

But-but about now I see in you and Albert

a chance to fulfil those possibilities.

You are a true Coburg, my dear,

and like all the women in our family,

pleasingly fecund.

The country will be in safe hands

when you produce a Prince of Wales,

and I don't need to tell you how important that is.

No, Uncle, you don't.

And the machine can carry out these calculations?

Oh yes, sir.

It's much faster than the human brain.

Lady Lovelace,

will you show the prince?

So, if you wanted to calculate

prime numbers, you set up the cogs here

and the machine...

...will produce the calculation.

It's...

It's beautiful.

There's poetry in it, I think.

The music of the spheres.

"As the late noted economist, the Reverend Malthus,

"has observed, 'The population, when unchecked,

increases in a... geometrical ratio."'

Geometrical... ratio.

I'm not going to ask him.

Yes, he would know, but I'm not going to ask him.

Apparently Miss Cleary has had no clean linen since she arrived.

I wondered if you knew why, Mr. Penge?

Do I look like a laundry maid, Mrs. Skerrett?

You look like a man who could hold a grudge.

Me?

But I am sweetness and light itself.

So, Miss Cleary, where do you come from?

The Chiswick Institute, sir.

No, I mean, where do you really come from?

County Cork, sir.

Well, don't let me catch you with a rosary.

The Royal Palace is no place for papists.

No, only for godless old curmudgeons, Mr. Penge.

Come along, Miss Cleary.

Yes, it's a complicated matter.

Perhaps I should write to the sultan myself

about the preservation

of the Holy Land.

The prince had the same notion, ma'am,

while you were indisposed.

Please forgive me,

I must apologize for my lateness.

I was at the Royal Society.

I went to view Charles Babbage's

engine designs.

Oh, I'm delighted you went, sir!

It's a fascinating experiment, is it not?

Indeed,

You know, when Lady Lovelace explained to me

that they can use this machine

to do the most complicated calculations, I have to admit

I could hardly believe that a human designed this.

- A female mathematician? - Only one, ma'am

at the Royal Society,

but Lady Lovelace, she's an exceptional woman.

The model that they are building,

it has so much potential.

If Babbage's claims are true,

then one day computing machines

will be able to do the work of men.

We should do everything that we can

to advance their work.

It's so important for the future of this country.

We should have a soiree here at the palace

for these remarkable minds.

What do you think, Sir Robert?

Splendid idea, ma'am.

The Crown should be seen to be taking an interest

in the scientific life of the nation.

I agree.

Perhaps we should sprinkle some other talents

to leaven the scientists.

Lord Alfred?

Perhaps La Taglioni would dance for us?

Yes, wonderful.

And you could pick the scientists,

Mr. Drummond?

With pleasure, ma'am.

You like Chopin, Miss Coke?

Is that what you were playing?

It sounded like moonlight.

Beautiful, but melancholy.

Do you play?

I know enough country dances to keep the company entertained

after dinner.

Well, we must try a duet some time.

Wilhelmina!

Why are you loitering?

I... I was just listening to the music, Aunt.

Chopin.

Who seems to have a most unfortunate effect

on your complexion.

You look like a strawberry.

The queen asked

if you could make some of your strawberry tarts

for the cultural evening.

She has a particular

fancy for them at the moment.

Like that, is it?

All right then.

The queen is delighted you've come back.

Well, I didn't have much choice, did I?

Lord Alfred's brother told the club committee

it was their patriotic duty to send me

back to the palace. Oh.

I am sorry. I didn't realize.

What, that the queen had me dismissed?

By royal command.

Still, it could be worse.

To be the queen's favourite,

that's something I suppose.

I think you're more than that, Mr. Francatelli.

"Dear Lord M,

It's time for you to return to the palace."

Can't you make it any tighter?

Not if you want to breathe, ma'am.

I don't understand.

Your Majesty, is it possible that you are

to be blessed again?

Don't be absurd, Lehzen.

I've just had a baby.

Good afternoon, Mr. Drake.

Welcome, my lord.

May I present Lady Lovelace and Mr. Charles Babbage.

Your Majesty. Your Majesty.

I have never met a lady mathematician before.

Neither have I, ma'am.

That's something I plan to rectify

in the royal nursery.

You can never start too early, sir.

What a striking woman Lady Lovelace is.

It's so important to have a mixture of guests,

don't you think?

Lord M!

I'm so glad you could come.

You know how fond I am of cultural improvement, ma'am.

Did you manage to finish your study

of St. Chrysostom?

What a good memory you have, sir.

But no, I fear it may be years before I'm finished.

I'm too easily distracted.

Well, perseverance, I find

is the key to success.

Yes, I'm sure it is.

Your Royal Highness, you're wanted in the ballroom.

Please, excuse me.

Tell me, Lord M.,

do you find me much changed?

Only for the better, ma'am.

Does she have any friends?

May I inquire after the princess, ma'am?

She is just like her father.

Only noisier.

It will solve that for you, that is remarkable!

The prince seems very animated this evening, ma'am.

Is that Lady Lovelace with him?

Yes.

I believe they talk about mathematics together.

Indeed.

Then she takes after her mother,

who was such a blue stocking they called her

the Princess of the Parallelograms.

This morning we have shown that the analytical engine

can calculate pi to 125 places-- or more!

I truly believe, sir...

I think she looks rather pleased with herself.

In that respect she resembles her father.

He always looked as if every room belonged to him.

Her father?

She's Byron's daughter, ma'am.

I thought you knew.

And even the most complicated equations

can be calculated this way?

I pray you,

in your letters,

When you shall these unlucky deeds relate,

Speak of me as I am;

nothing extenuate,

Nor set down aught in malice.

Then must you speak

Of one that loved not wisely

but too well;

Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought,

Perplexed in the extreme;

of one whose hand,

Like the base Indian,

threw a pearl away

richer than all his tribe.

That was thrilling, Mr. Aldridge, really.

It is a great honour to give you my Othello, Your Majesty.

Mr. Aldridge, may I present a very dear friend of mine.

I have never understood why Othello

has to smother poor Desdemona.

Well, that's because you've never experienced

the green eyed monster, ma'am.

Jealousy is a most tedious emotion.

Tedious?

Oh, I think it is more than that, William.

Please, excuse me.

Prince Ernest.

Isn't La Taglioni wonderful?

My uncle certainly seems to thinks so.

A negro playing Othello.

Whatever next?

I-I believe that is how it was written, Duchess.

Such a bestial play.

Shakespeare and polite society do not mix.

Are you all right, ma'am?

You look a little pale.

Quite all right.

Ah, Victoria, we are just discussing

the new analytical engine

Mr. Babbage and Lady Lovelace intend to build.

An engine?

Will it move very fast?

Oh no, no, it's not that

type of engine, Victoria.

It is... What is it?

Thinking machine!

The value of pi, for example,

and where exactly did you say

it could get that to, Lady Lovelace?

In to the 125th place, sir.

But what sort of pie needs to be divided into 125 pieces?

Pi is the symbol that mathematicians

give to the rational number they use to calculate

the dimensions of a circle.

But you could also use it to calculate the area

of an apple pie.

A pi to make a pie.

That's very droll.

Or even the circumference of your skirts, ma'am.

Lord Melbourne.

Your Majesty.

How are you enjoying your retirement?

Well, I don't miss the House.

I understand you are in correspondence with my niece.

It's true.

In her last letter she asked me if the Duchess of Buccleuch's

hair was all her own.

I believe my reply was most invaluable.

There are those who might say it was ill advised for a monarch

to write to a former prime minister.

Well, I might be inclined to agree with them,

but one cannot ignore a sovereign, sir.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to get back to my library.

Uncle Leopold, is Lord M leaving?

I think he was feeling tired.

Lord M!

You're going to leave without saying goodbye?

Well, you were busy, ma'am, and...

it's getting late. You used to be such a night owl.

I used to be a lot of things, ma'am.

I hope you will stay in London.

There are so many things

I wish to discuss.

No, no, no I-I really must go back to Brocket Hall.

It's orchid season, you know,

and I find they're very demanding.

Good night, ma'am.

Good night, Lord M.

Albert?

Papa is asking me for money, did you know?

I want to use my money for good, Ernest.

Not to pay for his vices.

Oh, I think Papa's interest in the young women of Coburg

is quite philanthropic.

Well, I think it might be best

if he does go back to Coburg.

Did you see the way he was ogling the ballerinas

last night?

He cannot help himself.

Do you want me to go back, too?

God no!

And, of course, there is now no reason for me to misbehave.

I would give Papa what he wants, Albert.

It's a matter of principle.

Where would we be without our principles?

Who's there?

The saints preserve us, it's a ghost.

There's a ghost in the dresser's room.

I don't think you need to be afraid of ghosts,

Miss Cleary, but I wouldn't let Mr. Penge catch you with this.

He doesn't hold with papists.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Skerrett,

I should have told you. No, we're all entitled

to our secrets, Miss Cleary.

Ah. The commission into working conditions for children

under ten in the mines.

You will see that I have summarized the contents

for you here.

I know, but I wanted to read it myself.

Those poor children,

forced to work naked in the dark.

Really, it's not civilized.

Children of the Whigs were quite happy to live underground.

I'm sure Lord M would have addressed

the situation.

Really?

I'm not so sure.

Lord Melbourne likes to look up,

he does not like to look down

at the unfortunate people around him.

And whilst we're on the subject, Victoria,

I feel I have to say I do not think

it was suitable for you to invite him last night.

He's no longer my prime minister.

That is exactly my point.

Are you jealous he makes me smile?

What on earth do I have to be jealous about?

I'm merely stating that Lord Melbourne may be retired,

but he's nevertheless a Whig,

and you're supposed to be above politics.

There is nothing political about it.

I enjoy his company.

Just as you enjoy Lady Lovelace's.

Lady Lovelace is... is a... highly intelligent woman

who's doing the most remarkable work.

And what am I then?

An ignoramus who has to have things summarized

by her husband?

It is time for me to depart.

You're going out? Now?

Yes, it's the annual dinner of the Statistical Society,

of which, you know,

I am patron. I have agreed to give a speech.

I suppose Lady Lovelace will be there.

I have no idea.

Now, if you will excuse me.

I believe that punctuality, is the politeness of princes.

Albert.

I don't want you to go to dinner.

Is that a command?

Where is my brother this evening?

He's gone to a dinner of the Statistical Society.

Well, he's missed a fine mousse.

He likes the music of the spheres.

Father!

What a slave to duty Albert is.

It depends where you think his duty lies, Uncle.

Albert has always had

a weakness for numbers.

I had my toy soldiers as a boy, and he had his abacus.

Please, continue.

I just need some air, that's all.

Can I get you anything, Majesty?

Oh Lehzen, I can't bear it.

I should be pleased, I know...

Oh, I feel like I'm going to prison.

Therefore, it is of utmost importance

that those of us who believe the future depends

on the advancement of scientific discovery,

we should support the work of Mr. Charles Babbage

and Lady Lovelace.

So let us find the funds to build their new engine

and become the leaders of the world in calculation.

Thank you.

Your Royal Highness, if I may?

Of course...

The queen is requesting your presence back at the palace.

Excuse me.

Sorry!

Sorry...

Ooh! Watch it!

Mind where you're going!

Sorry.

The prince is currently too busy.

Tell him, I insist.

Sorry!

Your Royal Highness, if I may?

The prince said to ask you if that was an order, ma'am?

Good night.

Good night, Your Highness.

Victoria?

Victoria?

Forgive me, for being late, ma'am,

but I did not know

that you would be leaving so early.

I don't need you, Duchess.

I have Emma, as you see.

But it is usual for the queen

to be accompanied by the most senior lady-in-waiting

on official business.

I am not on official business.

This is a private visit.

I see.

It is not in

the Court Circular? No.

As you wish, ma'am.

Duchess.

If the prince asks you where I am,

tell him I've gone to Brocket Hall.

Close the door!

You have created your own Eden, Lord M.

Yes, it is something of a refuge, ma'am.

What a peculiar looking plant.

Oh, yes, yes.

It's the Venus fly trap, ma'am.

See the... unsuspecting fly...

lands on the leaf.

You see? Tighter than a poacher's snare.

Why would anything so deadly be named after the goddess of love?

Well, I wonder.

Perhaps you'd, um, allow me to show you my collection.

Albert, there are too many women here for my taste.

Women like that...

Papa, if you do not like the scenery,

then I suggest you go back to Coburg.

Your Royal Highness.

Duchess.

The queen told me that I should tell you

her whereabouts, if you were to ask.

Oh, well, then if I wish to know where the queen is,

I will ask you.

I must confess sir, that I was surprised

to learn of her destination.

Well, that would be the difference between you and I,

Duchess.

Nothing the queen can do will surprise me.

Good day.

I have come to ask your advice.

I am no longer in politics, ma'am.

It would be wrong for me to advise you.

It's not the kind of advice I need.

I want to talk to you about... marriage.

Well, there too I'm hardly qualified.

Oh, I've come to you, nevertheless.

I find myself in a difficult position.

I am a queen...

and a wife.

And yet to be a queen I must rule.

Yet to be a wife...

...it seems I must submit.

You are thinking in ways

I could not have imagined until now.

Mr. Babbage does not like to hear me say this,

but I often find the solutions I seek in my dreams.

Stuff and nonsense, Lady Lovelace.

You find your solutions in that excellent brain of yours.

You sound like my mother, Mr. Babbage.

But I know the night brings revelation.

My father was a poet,

after all.

I can understand what you mean, I think, Lady Lovelace.

Then you're an unusual man,

if I may say so, sir.

Well, perhaps we are both, um...

Oh, how do you say in English?

Out of kilter?

Ah, Duchess.

Just the person I was seeking.

Your Majesty.

I was hoping for an audience with my niece

and I know that you are the Cerberus

that stands guard over her private sanctum.

You flatter me, sir, but I'm afraid I cannot help you.

The queen has not yet returned from her excursion.

Excursion?

To Brocket Hall.

When I was confined,

it was a relief to know that Albert

would look after the boxes. Mm.

But now I feel...

That he would still like to attend to them?

Oh, I see.

You would rather he did not, I assume?

He wants us to have a big family,

as does Uncle Leopold, of course.

But I'm afraid, Lord M.

Why does Albert want us to have more children?

Well, is it so that I will always be out of the way

and he can be king?

Do you remember when you asked

for the title of King Consort

for the prince?

You said that once people got into the way of making kings

they would get into the way of unmaking them.

Yes, well, there was another reason.

I did not want you to be overshadowed, ma'am.

Yes, the prince is your husband, but you are the queen.

He thinks he would do it better.

Well, he wouldn't be the first man

to underestimate a woman, would he?

He's so able.

There are so many things I've never being taught.

Knowledge is not wisdom, ma'am.

You have an instinct for what you must hold onto.

I find it hard.

The other evening, when Albert was talking to Lady Lovelace,

about decimal places, he looked so happy.

Oh, come now.

Such a suspicion is beneath you.

Besides, if a man who is intent on flirtation,

in my experience,

he does not tend to resort to mathematics.

I've missed you, Lord M.

You always know how to make me feel better.

Well, I am glad to hear it.

I think I need some air.

Yes, it is very hot in here.

I fear it is more than that.

You're the sovereign, ma'am.

We are your subjects.

Whatever trials you may endure,

nothing will ever change that.

Even a royal rat couldn't make off

with a truckle of cheddar and the queen's petticoat.

Someone is pilfering,

Mr. Penge.

I'll make sure to put armed sentry

outside the larder door,

Mr. Francatelli.

Uncle.

Is something wrong?

No, not exactly.

But my valet overheard the dressers

talking about Victoria's condition.

Victoria? Why?

Has something happened to her?

No, not exactly,

but something will be happening to her,

if you understand my meaning.

But that is wonderful.

I must see her!

Victoria is not here.

I believe she went to Brocket Hall.

Is the queen back?

I have some papers for her from the prime minister.

She is.

It's been a very trying day.

This might help.

How well equipped you are.

I never go anywhere without my tinder box.

I must get out of this corset.

I feel like I'm going to burst.

Would you like me to order some new ones, ma'am?

Yes.

Yes, I suppose it's time.

When were you going

to tell me?

Tell you what?

The...

I tried to tell you last night,

but you ignored my messages.

Well, you... you should have made it clearer.

Well, you should have come back when I asked.

Instead you left me at home with your father and Uncle Leopold.

So-so you went to-to Brocket Hall.

It seems a long way to go in your condition.

I needed some advice.

Yet your prime minister is here in London.

I did not go there to talk about politics.

Are you so naive that you don't realize

that everything you do is political?

And what did you do today, Albert?

I went to the Royal Society.

And are you so naive that you think

everything you do there is mathematical?

Where are you going?

I need to get out of this corset.

I need to breathe.

With regular blood lettings,

and the diet of beef tea and Brussels biscuits.

I feel sure the headache and the weakness on the left side

will dissipate.

Ugly brutes, aren't they?

This one looks uncommon,

like the honourable member of Bridlington.

Not now, Hunter, can't you see I'm with my new friends?

The letter is from the palace, my lord.

Oh, yes.

Leave it there, would you?

I'll tend to it when I'm ready.

Is everything all right?

It's the ghost. Over there!

I hope this one is a boy.

I would like a grandson.

You mean Drina's with child again?

I hope, Albert, that in my absence

you will be attentive to Victoria.

Are you suggesting that I have neglected her?

No I-I am saying that

Victoria is not one of your problems to be solved

by the application of logic.

Your happiness, you and Victoria,

means everything to me.

Sleep well, my darling.

Excuse me, Your Majesty.

This came for you, ma'am.

By the last post.

I regret to say, ma'am, that I cannot come to London

at the present.

I fear you will disappointed,

but I am not the one to help you now.

You must look to the future.

The prince is a man of great understanding.

He knows, I am sure,

that his work is to support you, not supplant you.

I know that when you reflect,

you will see that you must go forward together.

And as for Lady Lovelace,

I suspect you will find she is more scientist than siren.

Please put away your suspicions.

I would wager the contents of my orchid house

on the prince's devotion to you alone.

I take such a liberty to preach to you about such things,

because I know how painful the alternative can be.

I am glad you decided to stay,

I'm sure it must be difficult.

Is it that obvious?

Besides, I am in no hurry to return to Coburg.

Uncle Leopold wants me to get married.

There is no hurry for that.

Marriage is not as easy as it seems.

That is because you have

lost the harmony between you.

But if you add just one new note,

look how easily it returns.

You just need to find it.

Your Majesty.

I have come to see the engine.

I will ask Mr. Babbage to show it to you, ma'am.

Alas, my son has just fallen out of a tree and is asking for me.

I apologize, I do not think it is serious,

but still..

I did not know you had children.

Three of them.

Think I would have got much further with my work here

if I had not been so blessed.

But motherhood is not compatible with mathematics.

You don't think it's a woman's destiny

to marry and have children?

There are times, ma'am, when...

I wish I had been born a man.

You are not alone in that, Lady Lovelace.

It couldn't have been a ghost, Mr. Penge.

Not unless it had a wheelbarrow.

And since when did ghosts

start drinking Madeira? Madeira?

- Stop! - Hey you!

- Come here! - Oy! Come back here!

Stop!

Guards!

Arrest that boy, he's an intruder!

Get that boy!

What is the meaning of this

guttersnipe?

That's a nice bit of lace, missus.

Do you remember kissing me here before we were married?

Of course I remember.

Everything was simpler then.

I want to say I'm sorry.

I think I have imagined things

that...

were not there.

I am so happy

about the baby.

I'm happy, too.

Of course I am, Albert, to have your child.

It's just, it's...

It's so soon,

it's so soon after Vicky.

Can you imagine what it's like

to swell up like a pumpkin

and have everyone treat you as an imbecile,

just because you have given birth?

It's the schattenseite of our marriage.

The shadow side.

I understand.

Do you?

Do you, Albert?

I didn't spend all those years in Kensington

shut up in the nursery,

only to be confined into another one.

Victoria...

I do not want to confine you.

I know.

I want to be your wife, Albert, as well as a mother.

I want you.

You have me.

And you will always be my beloved.

Always.