All language subtitles for Victoria.S02E03.Warp.and.Weft.720p.BluRay.HEVC.x265-BONE.srt - eng(2)

So, by examining the boy's head,

you will know whether he is
of a criminal disposition?

There is a depression here
in the area of causality,

indicating the subject
is unaware

of the consequences
of his actions.

How did you get into the palace,
boy?

If I tell you that,

I won't never be able to go
back now, will I?

An apothecary's errand boy.

How can he just walk in
off the street?

Maybe he climbed over a wall,

like a cat.

Like a curious, curious cat
who wanted to see his queen.

It sounds like a nursery rhyme.

This is serious.

What if he had had a knife?

What if he had-had-had
stabbed us in our sleep?

What-what if he had hurt Vicky?

He was just a little boy,
Albert.

Even I could have overpowered
him in my condition.

The way that this palace
is run, it's chaos.

Cobwebs in every corner

and the, the drains are like
the Augean stable

and it's-it's porous.

Well, if it bothers you so much,

then stop complaining
and do something about.

You are giving me permission

to reform the way the palace
is run?

Well, if that will stop you
ruining my breakfast, then yes.

Let your Papa show you

how efficient he is.

Well, thank you for coming
all the way down

from London, Doctor.

I am afraid the local man
has run out of remedies.

The weakness on the left side
suggests a grave disorder.

I must advise complete rest
and an absence of stimulants.

The cure sounds worse
than the complaint.

I am not talking about a cure,
my lord.

With a case like this,
the prognosis is uncertain.

In some cases there is
a steady decline,

while for others things
progress more... quickly.

May I suggest, my lord, that
you put your affairs in order.

It's most curious,

I have written
to Lord M several times

and received no reply.

He has not answered
my letters either, ma'am.

Could you go and see him

and find out what's the matter?

Yes, of course, ma'am.

Mr. Penge, it is your duty

to oversee the palace staff,

is it not?
Yes, sir.

Can you explain to me why in all
the times I have been here

in the palace, the windows have
not been cleaned once?

Look at them.

They are filthy.

Only on the outside, sir,

which falls under
the jurisdiction

of the Commissioner
of Woods and Forests,

who perhaps on this occasion
has been remiss in his duties.

The inside, which is my domain,

if you permit me...

is spotless.

Thank you.

There are more begging letters
than usual, ma'am,

some even requesting
an audience.

But, in your condition...

His nose is quite dry.

Don't you think, Skerrett?

Oh, yes, ma'am.

I shall write to Mr. Bascombe

and all the others and tell them
that you're indisposed.

Bascombe?

I know that name.

He wove the silk for
your wedding dress, ma'am.

Oh, yes, of course,
I remember now.

He managed to put our monogram

into the material.
Exquisite.

Well, I shall certainly see
Mr. Bascombe.

And Skerrett,

will you see that Dash is given

a dish of those chicken livers
he likes?

Yes, ma'am.

A bushel of sugar plums a month.

Would you say this palace
is efficiently run, Brodie?

Why no, sir.

But that is to be expected.

When you come into
royal service, sir,

you know the wages
won't be much,

but it's a great honour
to working at the palace

and the perks are plentiful.

Perks?

The housemaids get the
household tea leaves,

for example.

But what on earth can they do
with used tea leaves?

They sell them, sir.

There's still a brew to be had
in them.

I have brought you a letter
from the queen.

You should have
told me you were coming.

I would have arranged
all manner of entertainments.

If I had told you I was coming,

you would have found a way
to put me off.

Yes, well, that's probably true.

I have become something
of a hermit of late.

The queen would like to know why you
haven't answered her letters.

I have found myself
with nothing to say.

I think she would find that
hard to believe.

I don't know what to tell her.

Tell her there's
nothing wrong with me

apart from congenital laziness.

How's that?

He doesn't want to play today.

He's getting older, ma'am.

Dash isn't old!

Are you?

Sit there.

Mr. Bascombe,
Your Majesty.

Oh, yes.

Mr. Bascombe.

How can I help you?

Your Majesty.

I come on behalf of the silk
weavers of Spitalfields.

We come to you to implore you
to preserve our livelihood

from the import of silk

from the continent.

Well, I-I'm not sure
that I could...
Look at this silk.

You can see how lustrous it is.

How the warp and weft are
separate but harmonious.

Now, look at this
foreign material.

You see how dull it is
in comparison?

How crude the colours are?

Yes, yes, I can see
the difference.

I have a son, Nathaniel.

I always thought he'd succeed
me, my loom on Fournier Street.

But if we allow
this inferior material

to put us out of business,

then he'll have no profession.

He will just be another hungry
boy on the streets of London,

looking for work.

But the government cannot
introduce a tariff

to protect every industry

threatened by
cheaper imports, ma'am.

But isn't that exactly what
the Corn Laws do, Sir Robert?

Protect English farmers
from imports of cheaper corn?

I fear you may be

oversimplifying things,
Victoria.

The two cases are very
different, ma'am.

Yes, the silk weavers of
Spitalfields do not have seats

in the House of Lords.

I wonder, ma'am,

if I might make a suggestion?

As the leader
of fashionable society,

if you were to make it known
that you will only wear

Spitalfields silk...
Indeed, ma'am,

if you were to preside

at an occasion at which all the
guests were required to wear it,

that, I believe,
would bring the matter

to the public's attention
as nothing else could.

An excellent notion.

What about a ball?

Of course,
it would have to be soon.

I wonder, ma'am,

given the considerable
discontent

among the lower orders
at the moment,

whether a ball might be...

misconstrued.

Misconstrued, prime minister?

I am thinking of
Marie Antoinette,

the late queen of France, ma'am,

who when the Paris mob
demanded bread,

replied, "Let them eat cake."

If I were a member
of the lower orders,

I might blame
the prime minister,

who supports the Corn Laws

that make bread unaffordable,
for my misfortunes.

These are difficult times, sir.

Another bad harvest,
strikes in the north.

The country is in
a state of unrest.

The Chartists claim to have

three million signatures
to their petition.

This ball of Her Majesty's could
not have come at a worse time.

I understand your concern.

Let me speak with the queen.

The ball must be fancy dress,

so that everyone will have
a new costume

made of Spitalfields silk.

And it will be a chance to see
so many old friends.

Harriet must come.

Yes, ma'am.

And I have written to Lord M.

I want to fill my dance card.

Surely, you're not intending
to dance, ma'am.

And why on earth not?

Oh Duchess, you cannot keep

all the partners to yourself.

If I dance the first
two sets with you,

I think I should be allowed at
least one waltz with Victoria.

A woman in your condition should
not be gallivanting, ma'am.

I believe you have a cold,
Duchess.

You have my permission
to withdraw.

I was wondering

if we could have
a medieval theme.

This is Edward III.

He founded the
Order of the Garter.

Well, he reminds me of you.

Is it right, Victoria,

for us to hold a ball

when so many of your
people are starving?

This is a way of trying
to help them, Albert.

I think you have the legs

of a Plantagenet.

And I think you would look
magnificent in a crown,

don't you think, Ernest?

Well, to the manner born,
I would say.

Here are Edward III
and his wife,

Queen Philippa of Hainault.

Edward once laid siege
to the town of Calais.

But rather than destroy
the whole town,

he asked that six of its most
prominent citizens

surrender themselves to him.

He was going to execute these
poor grey-bearded old men

until his wife,
the kindly Queen Philippa,

pleaded with him on the life
of their unborn child

to spare their lives.

Such a charming story,
and so fitting.

Might I show you
the stained glass, ma'am.

You are intending to attend
the ball then, sir?

The queen is of the belief

that this a spectacle,
as you call it,

will it remind the rich
of their obligation to the poor.

I understand
the queen means well,

but I beg you, sir,
ask her to reconsider.

The queen has made up her mind,
I'm afraid, Sir Robert,

and there is nothing that I
would say that could change it.

Allow me to show you...

Have you chosen
your costume yet, sir?

Are you going to be a knight?

Oh, I think there will be
enough armour at the ball.

I would like to go as someone
completely different,

a cat among
the heraldic pigeons.

Someone like Robin Hood?

He was an outlaw who lived
in Sherwood Forest

with his band of archers,

fighting for King Richard
against the wicked usurper,

King John.

A lawless archer.

Yes, I think that
would suit me very well.

One man, one vote.

Sign the petition here.

If you can't sign your name,
just make your mark.

One man, one vote.

Come on, sir, don't be shy.

Sign the petition here!

There.

Shall we put it on her?

Silk?

The queen is expecting again.

I've been doing
the alterations.
That was quick.

Don't think she's
too happy about it.

Doesn't make any difference
if you're the queen

or a laundry maid,

you get caught just the same.

You should count
yourself lucky, Nancy.

I should go.

Her Majesty has a fitting
for her ball costume.

Thought you said
she was expecting.

The queen thinks that it will
help the silk weavers

to have another ball.

Sounds like an excuse
for a party to me.

I think she means well.

I'm sure she does.

But she don't know
what it means to be hungry.

When someone eats a pie
in the street out there,

the kids follow behind like
birds looking for crumbs.

They don't need balls.

They need bread.

The whole of London
is in a state of excitement

about the ball.

I shall be going as
the Abbess of Woldingham.

A woman who wields power
with discretion.

And you?

Have you chosen a costume?

I thought I might go as Dante,

on his way to Paradise,
not the other place.

So you are going to come?

Why shouldn't I?

From Garrard's, ma'am.

Thank you.

This is for you.
Me?

Yes, you!

Oh, well,

we have not yet finished
the memorandum

into the Treaty of Nanking,

so we can open the box
when we have finished our work.

All right, Albert,
you finish the memorandum.

Oh, it's perfect.

It's just perfect.

Don't you think, Dash?

I wonder if it will fit.

Very well.

Well, aren't you going to
finished the memorandum?

Um, are you not going to let me
look in the box?

Say please.

Please, Victoria, open the box.

Open it!

Aren't you going to try it on?

Fits you perfectly.

What do you think Dash?

Do you like it?
Hmm?

My liege.

Is her majesty so naive that
she believes her patronage

to the weavers of Spitalfields

might house the countless women
and children on her streets?

How does that benefit
the poor people and weavers

of Spitalfields that their
queen wears a costume

to a ball of a value
of 64,000 pounds?

Answer the question!

For once Sir Robert is
speechless.

Shame on you, sir.

I stand today to speak for those

who shall no longer be
forgotten.

Sit down, I say to you!

The millions amongst whom
we live

shall no longer be left
to starve...

The queen is doing
what she thinks is right

for the country, sir.

It has become clear that
the keepers of wealth

are not the keepers of
compassion.

In their rampant extravagance,

they expose their
callous inhumanity.

Shame on you, sir!
Shame on you!

What have the Whigs ever done
for the poor people

in this country, sir?

Order! Order!

What the past tells us,
the future will confirm.

The people will take back
what is justly theirs.

Oh, don't the queen and the
prince look magnificent, Aunt?

Like something
out of Walter Scott.

This whole rigmarole
is just an excuse

for the prince to play the king.

It's like a fairy tale.

Yes, that's exactly
what it's like.

May a humble outlaw request
the pleasure of a dance?

I fear I am
out of practice, sir.

Nonsense.

Once you have learnt the step,
one never forgets.

I wish I had danced more
when I was younger.

Can I be of assistance, ma'am?

Thank you.

Lord M!

My disguise is not very
effective, it seems.

I am so glad you could come.

Why, I see so little of you now.

Well, I am no longer
your prime minister, ma'am.

We are both rather busy
elsewhere.

I suppose your orchids must be
very time consuming.

Very.

I did wonder
if you might be unwell.

Illness is for people with
nothing better to do, ma'am.

Well, then you have no excuse
for not answering my letters.

Well, I would if I thought you
really needed my counsel, ma'am.

But you're quite capable now
of going your own way.

You don't need me to tell you

when you're doing
the right thing.

I see.

Perhaps you are right,
Lord Melbourne.

After all, we cannot be
as we were.

No, indeed.

Shall we join the party?

You see, you remember
the steps perfectly.

Well, you, I feel sure,
have been practising.

You know, Harriet,
that nothing has changed.

May I write to you, please?

There is no point.

Then why are you are
dancing with me?

Because I cannot forget.

What a magnificent spectacle,
ma'am.

My current prime minister thinks
it's altogether too splendid.

But look at all
the beautiful silk,

woven especially
for the occasion.

I want this ball to be a symbol

of how the crown
can help the people.

You make a very
persuasive case, ma'am.

And do you agree with me?

I think the ball has many
admirable features.

I wanted him to have
his own crown.

I am sure he's very grateful,
ma'am,

as I am sure are
the silk weavers.

You don't talk like you used to.

I am out of practice, ma'am.

Shall we dance?

After all, it won't be long
until my dancing days are over.

I would like to, ma'am, but I...

But it's a waltz, Lord M.

In that case,
we must seize the moment.

You know, all those years,

growing up in Kensington,

I never knew what it meant
to be happy.

But you knew it was possible.

Oh, I knew I would make
my own way, one day.

There could be no doubt about
that, ma'am.

I really do think that

you and the prince are
just what the country needs.

You're a beacon...

You're a beacon of...

Whatever's the matter?

The prince is asking
for you, ma'am.

It-it can wait...
No, ma'am,

he is most insistent.

You don't miss much, do you,
Emma?

I have spent my life
watching you, William.

O what can ail thee,

knight at arms, alone
and palely loitering?

Why aren't you in there
delighting the damsels?

I don't know, Lord Alfred.

Why aren't you?

Look at all those people.

What are they doing,
Mrs. Skerrett?

Dreaming of a decent meal
and a warm bed, I expect.

Now is the winter
of our discontent.

Albert?

Are you feeling the weight of it
already, Albert?

Well...

I think my outlaw days are over.

Such a waste.

Yes, ma'am.

I think the remains should be
distributed to the poor.

An excellent idea, ma'am.

Mr. Speaker!

According to
the Morning Chronicle,

the weavers of Spitalfields
"will dine for a day or two

and the ball over, they relapse
into brooding on doorsteps."

Order! Order!

Pages of criticism,

but nothing about
the real purpose.

I wish I'd never held
the stupid ball.

Really, why can't people see
I was only trying to help?

In my experience, ma'am, no good
deed ever goes unpunished.

May I have a word, ma'am?

I wonder if I might take a leave
of absence, to visit my sister?

She has had
a difficult confinement

and I would very much like
to help in her recovery.

Of course, Emma, you must go
if your sister needs you.

I hope you won't stay away
too long.

The duchess is not the most
congenial companion.

I will come back as soon
as I am no longer needed, ma'am.

Doesn't your sister's estate
lie next to Brocket Hall?

Well remembered, ma'am.

So you can see Lord M
whenever you like.

That is true, ma'am.

Dash!

I do not mean to interrupt,

but I wanted to say goodbye.

Goodbye?

I am going back to Coburg.

I don't trust my father
to behave without me.

And I wish you bon voyage, sir.

I'm just going to check
to see if the mews

has your carriage ready.

Goodbye.

These are for you, Miss Coke.

Chopin.

I have enjoyed playing with you
very much.

I wanted to give you something
to remember me by.

I appreciate the thought, sir.

But you must not only play
Chopin, Miss Coke.

I do not think the
duchess would like it.

No, sir.

Auf wiedersehen.

You were right, Sir Robert.

I should have listened to you.

To hold the ball,
it was not sensitive.

No, sir, it was not.

I allowed myself to be
persuaded.

The queen was so determined.

But, well, although I happened
to be wearing the crown

that night, I cannot resist her,
even if I'd wanted too.

You do not need a crown, sir,

to do great things
for this country.

I am afraid I am not sure
that I agree with you.

Take a look over here, sir.

You see there?

That is the site of
the new parliament building.

At the moment,
nothing is being done

because no one can agree
what sort of building

it should be or
how much it should cost.

What this vital project
requires, sir, is a patron.

A patron who is above party;
a man of taste who can shape

the building that will house the
political heart of this country.

And I believe that you are a man

who looks to the future.

And that is
precisely what we need.

Good day, Mr. Bascombe,
Master Bascombe.

I hope I do not disturb you.

Your Majesty.

Such a delightful noise.

Yes.

We like to whistle
with them as we work.

This... this is an honour beyond
my wildest dreams, ma'am.

You are busy?

I can't work fast enough.

Even with Nathaniel,
I can't keep up with the orders.

So the ball brought you
some benefit?

Do you see this silk?

This is Nathaniel's work.

He has a real way

with the thread.

He will be a master weaver
one day,

and, well, that's thanks

to you and your kindness, ma'am.

This is Westminster Hall,

the only part of the original
Parliament building

to survive the fire.

Please.

Lord Melbourne?

Oh, your Royal Highness.

I didn't see you come in.

You were in a traumerei,
I believe, a daydream.

Yes, I was...

I was admiring the ceiling, sir.

Ah, please.

Thank you.

It's 500 years old.

I gave the order to save it
from the fire.

Sometimes think it's my most
lasting achievement.

It is magnificent.

Lord Melbourne,
did you know that, um...

Sir Robert Peel has asked me
to be the patron

of the new parliament building.

Oh, a capital idea.

Oh, that's a job
well worth doing.

You think that Parliament
will listen to the ideas

of a foreign prince?

Oh, well, there may be
a few grumbles,

but, no, I think a lot of them
will be very pleased

to have a disinterested party
in charge.

I know you will make
a good job of it.

Thank you.

That's very kind.

Wish I had built something now.

Left some sort of impression
on this country.

But you were the prime minister.

Oh, any damn fool
can be prime minister,

but to leave behind
a thing of beauty,

something like this...

Something that people
will marvel over

centuries from now, that's,
that's worth living for.

You are in an elegiac mood,
Lord Melbourne.

Elegiac...

Yes, I suppose I am.

Please forgive me asking,
but, um...

Are you quite well?

No, I can't say that I am, sir.

I can't say that I am.

All alone?

Emma Portman has gone
to her sister's.

Harriet has left and Lord M
never comes to town.

I saw him today.

You saw him?

Was he well?

At the ball, he did not
quite seem himself.

What is it?

What is it, Albert?

You must tell me the truth.

Lord Melbourne is ill.

Gravely so.

Why didn't he tell me?

He doesn't want you to know.

So, as you care for him,
you must say nothing.

The prince wants to see you,
Mr. Penge.

After analysing

the household accounts,
I have made two discoveries.

One is that the system
for ordering defies all logic

and in some instances appears
to be organized fraud

against the royal purse.

But my second discovery is that

the royal servants' wages
are uncommonly low.

So, that leads me to conclude
that were those wages increased,

then perhaps the accounts
would become more sensible.

Do you believe that I'm correct,
baroness?

It is an interesting idea, sir.

If I may say so, sir,

you have hit the nail
on the head.

Her Majesty the Queen.

I am glad to have caught you

before you disappeared
back to Brocket Hall.

Your Majesty, please allow me
to apologize

for not saying goodnight
at the ball.

There is no need.

Please sit.

I have brought you something.

You just wind it up here...

And you can have music
whenever you want.

Mozart.

Your favourite.

It's most ingenious, ma'am.

But may I ask, what I have done
to deserve

such a magnificent gift?

I thought that you might like
to listen to it sometimes.

When you are at Brocket Hall.

I shan't be able
to travel much soon,

and so I wanted you to have
something...

To remind you...

Of all the fun to be had
in London

when you choose to return.

That is most thoughtful.

It is a beautiful thing.

These are such difficult times.

I wish you were not so far away.

Oh, I feel quite certain

you can manage without me
now, ma'am.

You will write to me?

Yes.

Yes, of course.

When you return
from Brocket Hall,

we must go riding in the park
like we used to.

Such talks we had, ma'am.

I learnt so much from you,
you know?

You learnt from me?

More than you can imagine.

Goodbye, Lord M.

Thank you.

Oh, my Liebes.

I am so sorry.

He was always there.

I know.

I can't bear it.

Yes, you can.

He was old, Liebes.

His time had come.

I will miss him so much.

Everything changes, Victoria.

Except us.

His attachment was
without selfishness;

his playfulness without malice;

his fidelity without deceit.

Reader, if you would live
beloved and die regretted,

profit by example of Dash.