All language subtitles for Victoria.S02E05.Entente.Cordiale.720p.BluRay.HEVC.x265-BONE.srt - eng(2)

It's called
the Victoria and Albert,

and, darling, we're going
to see the world in it.

Perhaps we should start
by visiting

Uncle Leopold in Belgium.

It's about time we saw
inside one of his palaces,

don't you think?

Where else would you like to go?

You know that King Philippe had
a meeting promised yesterday?

It's his son Antoine,

the Duke of Montpensier
that worries me.

Indeed, sir.

Good morning, Sir Robert.

Lord Alfred.

Our ambassador in Madrid
writes that the French are,

as he puts it,

"sniffing around
the young Spanish queen."

The Duke of Montpensier
was there last week

and presented her with a zebra.

What a curious present.

I'm not sure I would
have married you, Albert,

if you had given me
such a thing.

So inconvenient,

and the poor beast coming
all the way from Africa

must find the climate
most trying.

I believe, the climate

is very warm in Spain, ma'am.

Of course.

But surely Queen Isabel
can find a husband for herself?

Queen Isabel is not yet
of age, ma'am,

and her mother,
who acts as regent,

makes all the decisions.

Poor girl.

A French match would be against
the British interest.

Louis Philippe wants to create
a French empire in Europe

through marriage.

That would affect trade,

and our access to India.

We spent 20 years
fighting Napoleon.

We don't want another war.

No indeed.

Perhaps I should write a letter
to King Louis Philippe,

to express our displeasure

at the thought
of a Spanish match.

What do you think, Albert?

I-I'm not sure I am qualified

to have an opinion.

Not qualified?

I'm sure Uncle Leopold would be
horrified to hear such a thing.

I'm not sure writing
will do any good, ma'am.

Louis Philippe is only
on the throne

because he's a very wily man.

He will not be easily deflected.

Well I think a self-made king

like Louis Philippe
should be flattered

to get a letter
from an anointed queen.

I shall see to it.

Sir.
Hm?

I worry that a letter
from Her Majesty might be...

misinterpreted.

You are aware, of course,
that your Uncle Leopold

wants Prince Ferdinand
to marry Queen Isabel.

That's...
that's not of my concern.

No, indeed not, sir,

but I suspect
Louis Philippe will think

there is a Coburg conspiracy.

I am not my uncle's keeper.

You have so many
secrets from me,

you have to hide your diary?

Secrets?

I don't have any secrets.

Not from you, anyway.

Sir Robert does not think

that we should write
to Louis Philippe.

Why not?

Well, he believes he will think

that we are promoting
a Coburg match.

Of course it would
be better for England

if Queen Isabella
marries a Coburg,

but we are hardly
promoting the match.

The important thing is,
is that she doesn't marry

the French prince.

But perhaps Peel is right,

a letter is pointless.

I think I need to look
Louis Philippe in the eye

and settle the matter in person.

A visit to France?

I wonder, ma'am, is that wise?

Louis Philippe
is a master of duplicity.

I have had some experience
of people who say one thing

and mean another, Sir Robert.

Indeed, ma'am, but...

his father, the Duke of Orleans,
supported the revolution

only to face the guillotine

during the Terror,

so Louis Philippe has learnt
to trust no one.

I have always found him

extremely difficult
to deal with.

Which is exactly why I must go.

Between monarchs
there can be a real frankness.

I can say things to him
that you cannot.

And I shall have Albert
by my side.

I could not have
a more able advisor.

Indeed.

Um, pl-please both of you
forgive me,

there is something
I have to attend to.

Excuse me, ma'am, I wonder

is the prince entirely himself?

He still seems most affected

by his father's death.

I think perhaps a trip to France
might revive his spirits.

Well, I only wish
I could accompany you, ma'am,

but I have
pressing business here.

Might I suggest
that you take Drummond

to represent the government?

He could be useful.

I have no objection to Drummond,
Sir Robert,

but I do not need a nursemaid.

Which dress would you
like to travel in, ma'am?

The purple silk
or the white organza?

Uh... the-the purple silk,
I think.

Very good, ma'am.

Skerrett, have you seen my bag?

The one with Dash
embroidered on it.

I can't find it anywhere.

It's over here, ma'am.

Here it is.

See, I can't travel abroad
without Dash.

So it's true, ma'am,

we are to travel to France?

Quite true.

And may I ask
who is to accompany you?

Why, you and Miss Coke,
and Lord Alfred,

of course,

and Mr. Drummond is coming,
from the government.

Lehzen, I am so sorry,

who else can I trust
to look after my children?

With your permission, ma'am,

I would like to be excused.

What nonsense!

I can't face the French court

without my
Mistress of the Robes.

But ma'am,

France is a godless country.

Then you must bring your bible.

Do you know
I'm the first British monarch

to visit France
since Henry VIII?

I hope this could be the start
of a new relationship.

I'm sure that between us,

we can make Louis Philippe see

it would be unwise
to jeopardize such an alliance.

Don't you think?

Albert?

Sorry, sorry, Victoria.

I am...

I am not a good sailor.

I can't get used to it.

Ain't you been on a boat
before, Mrs. Skerrett?

I've never seen the sea before.

Oh, you'll get your sea legs
right enough.

I thought I would die
from the sickness

when I first got on the boat
from Ireland,

but you get used to it.

Poupée?

A doll.

Maybe we speak English,
Victoria.

I'm the first French king to be
able to speak your language

and I would be delighted
to practice.

Coburg.

I'm very glad to meet you
finally, monsieur.

Pleasure.

You are a very charming couple.

So... so young, so fresh.

Kissed on both cheeks!

As if she were a washerwoman.

I believe it is the French way.

Isn't that right, Lord Alfred?

I have no idea.

And to think
I promised your mother

I'd look after you,

and here we are

in Sodom... and Gomorrah.

The country has no shame.

Those court ladies
were all painted.

Welcome to the Chateau D'eu.

My summer cottage.

Did you notice the way that the
court ladies were staring at me?

They were probably just admiring
your jewels, ma'am.

I don't think it was admiration.

I think they thought
there was something missing.

Skerrett,
could you find me something

to enhance my complexion?

I want to look more... worldly.

Certainly, ma'am.

Lord Alfred, do you observe
that all the ladies' faces,

they are painted.

- Yes, sir.
- I think you may be right.

It is surprising, no?

The French take a different view
on these matters, sir.

Yes, I believe
even the king might.

- Son altesse, le Prince Ernest,
- Duke de Saxe-Coburg.

I am so happy to see you,
my dear duke,

as I'm sure are all my court.

The pleasure is all mine.

Albert.

I'm surprised that you
could leave Coburg.

The only surprising thing
is that I didn't leave sooner.

Ah, merci.

A charming touch,
don't you think,

to send all the ladies flowers

to match the colour
of their dress?

I wonder, miss, um...

as you speak French,

if you could translate
something for me.

It's for the queen.

It's a lotion for the...
the chest area.

Bonsoir.
Guten abend.

I must offer my condolences
on the death of your father,

mes chers cousins.

Merci, Louis.

My father met his end

in the embrace
of madame la guillotine.

He made the mistake of thinking

that he could ally himself

with the mob.

But in the end...

they turned on him, too.

I loved my father.

He took particular care
of my education,

in every respect.

There are not many men
who would share a woman

like Madame Genlis
with their son.

So you understand now,
mon cher cousin,

why I am so determined to secure
the future for my family.

Well, every man wants that.

I am the only king in Europe

who has had to make
his own living.

I don't want my son Antoine
to face the same fate.

A majesté la reine Victoria.

How beautiful you look,
ma cousine.

Ernest, what a lovely surprise.

Is it really you, Victoria?

For a moment there,
I thought I was back in Paris.

The queen looks so well
with these flowers.

She could be French.

I was hoping, Louis Philippe,

that we talk about
the future husband

of the queen of Spain.

I know it is a subject of which
we both take an interest.

My dear Victoria,

remember that you are in France,

and in my country,
we never mix business

with pleasure.

"Fantastique."

The ortolan is a great delicacy.

The birds are trapped
and then drowned in armagnac.

Drowned?

I have been close to death
on several occasions,

and I assure you

I would not mind drowning
in very old armagnac.

It does seem rather cruel
though.

Wait until you've tasted one.

Fortune favours the bold.

Taste it.

The napkin is to hide
your face from God,

ma cher cousine.

Look at that!

Such a shame the duchess
had to retire with a headache.

I think she might consider it

to be the devil's work.

Oh, I'm prepared to be led
into temptation.

What about you, Drummond?

I think to refuse
such a creation

might cause
a diplomatic incident.

Albert?

I'm beginning to think
Louis Philippe

has no intention of discussing
the Spanish situation.

When I brought it up,

he changed the subject entirely.

I can't complain
about the hospitality though,

although I don't want to eat
those ortolans again, do you?

I do not wish to do
any of it again.

Ma'am.

Albert,
what's the matter with you?

I am just not
comfortable here, Victoria.

It is a place of artifice
and deceit.

Louis Philippe is a man
of the most vulgar tastes.

And the court--
the court ladies,

they do not have
any concept of purity.

And then tonight...

when you-you came in,
I saw that...

you had painted your face.

Why would you feel
the need to do that?

The French ladies
looked so smart.

I wanted to look more like them

and less like
the Duchess of Buccleuch.

Please never do it again.

I do not know
if I could bear it.

It was only a little rouge,
Albert.

Yes, of course,

if it means so much to you.

Have you managed
to speak to Louis Philippe

about the Spanish queen?

Do you know
what we talked about?

The king and I?

About how his father
passed on his mistress to him

to complete his education.

Albert, the French

do things differently.

And we're here to do business,
not to judge them.

Your family is hardly blameless.

Think of Uncle Leopold.

What do you mean?

He too has a mistress.

Exactly!

That's why
we have to be different!

We are different.

Well, I wish
I could believe that.

Apres vous.

Everything here is so charming.

I had no idea that
kitchen gardens

could be so delightful.

My pride and joy.

We French believe
that there is beauty

in a cabbage,

as well as a rose.

And when you've starved
on the streets,

you realize how beautiful
a cabbage can be.

You've lived
an interesting life, cousin.

I've been lucky.

When I was teaching
in Switzerland,

or in your country
trying to make a living,

I never thought that one day
I would be king of the French.

There are many people
in my country

who thought
that I would not be queen,

but I never doubted it.

A specialty of the chateau.

Merci.

My years of real life

taught me that you should never
go anywhere without a knife.

You don't call this
real life, do you?

Don't you?

I'm a patriot to my bones,

but still...

I envy you your country

even with its rain
and its roast beef.

But this...
this is glorious.

You know how many times
my people tried to kill me?

Seven times.

We have that in common.
I too was shot at.

But in your case, I believe,

the gun was not loaded.

I don't mind so much for myself,

but for my children
I want safety,

the kind that you English enjoy.

Then you should reconsider

the marriage between your son
and the Spanish queen.

Such an alliance, I...

I fear would upset the balance
between our countries.

You are an iron fist
in a velvet glove?

You look so delicate,
so charming,

so young,

but inside you are Boadicea.

If the Spanish queen were to be
married to Prince Ferdinand,

well that too
would have consequences.

These handsome Coburg princes
cannot be allowed

to build an empire by snapping
up all the queens of Europe.

I was not snapped up.

I chose to marry Albert
because I love him.

Sans doute.

And if I was
a young lady like you,

I too would lose my heart

for such beautiful eyes.

But he is a Coburg,
and none the less.

You must forgive me,

but we French are cynic.

Cynical.

Cynical when it comes
to the matter of the heart.

We try not to confuse
love and marriage.

But I can see now
that is not the English way.

No.

No, it is not.

There is a time to be serious,

but it's never before lunch.

And in your honour

I arranged a...
petite fête champêtre.

Come.

Isn't it charming, sir?

I know how much
you like forests.

This is hardly a forest,
Lord Alfred.

It's more akin to a boudoir.

Well, your French is improving,
sir, I must say.

I just wanted to say
how sorry I was

to hear of the death
of your father, sir.

Thank you, Miss Coke.

You must be feeling his loss
very deeply.

Oh, I am finding ways
to distract myself.

But... I thought...

What did you think, Miss Coke?

That I was a man
of delicate sensibility?

I'm afraid
I must disappoint you.

Ernest?
Albert?

You all right?

Ja.

The marquise and I
are talking about livestock.

She prefers goat's milk

for bathing.

May I?

Ah...
Excusez-moi.

Ernest, I'm...

...concerned.

You're behaving like Papa.

Well, I like to think
that I am honouring his memory.

No, no, no!

A dish of tea and some toast!

Duchess.

Oh, Lord Alfred, thank goodness.

Will you tell the man

all I require is a dish of tea
and some toast.

None of this... foreign food.

My dear duchess,
I can assure you

that the bread is fresh.

But it's such a peculiar shape.

I wondered if you could
explain to me

how the coppicing is managed?

Perhaps if we go for a walk,
you can meet the charbonnier.

He will tell you how often
we cut the trees.

Excusez moi.

Where are we going?

You walk very quickly.

I enjoy the exercise.

Do you not?

Not really.

Do you never tire
of all this tableau vivant?

I am a prince.

One day I hope to marry a queen.

Like you.

But what are you doing?

I am going to swim.

But it will be cold and wet.

It's not civilized.

Precisely!

Shall we?

I don't see why not.

What, I like my bathing water
warm like a woman's thigh.

I think my brother has a point.

How strange.

That sounds like...

Just some peasants.

There is a place nearby

where they like to bathe.

Yes, just some peasants,

they must have
their simple pleasures.

How was your afternoon?

Oh, wonderful, thank you, sir.

Did you enjoy your swim, Albert?

I saw you.

And so did La Duchesse de Berri.

What possessed you?

Is that conduct becoming

for the husband
of the Queen of England?

What sort of man are you?

La Duchesse says
that you, Albert,

that you are a noble peasant.

What do you think?

Oh now, I wish you would stop
looking so disapproving

and maybe smile a bit more.

And I can't understand
why we can't stay in bed

just a little bit longer
in the mornings.

But, nevertheless, I have to say

you are the man that I love.

Till death do us part?

As long as we both shall live.

I...

I need to tell you something,

but I do not know how to begin.

When I was in Coburg...

Leopold...

Leopold told me that he believes
that he is my father.

Your mother and Uncle Leopold?

And he asked me not to tell...

...anyone.

But I find that I cannot
bear this alone.

Albert, listen to me.

Yes, of course Leopold wants
to believe he's your father,

any man would.

But he can't know for certain.

But I'm an imposter.

Our children,

our marriage,

all of it built on-on deceit.

I would be a bastard, Victoria.

I'm ashamed
to stand by your side.

Then we have a problem.

Because I cannot face this world
without you.

Albert, I don't care
who your father is,

all that matters to me is you...

My husband standing by my side
now and always.

But... I'm not the man
you married.

Albert, I know who you are.

Even if you don't.

Now you take my hand,

and we go downstairs,

and we do what we came here
to do...

together.

I would like to thank you,
dear cousin,

for your hospitality.

This has been
my first visit to France,

but I do hope
it won't be my last.

No, indeed.

Our two nations should be,
as they say in America,

"kissing cousins."

But we are at odds.

You want your son

to marry the Spanish queen
and yet my government,

well...

they will see that as tantamount
to a declaration of war.

But if the Spanish queen

marries your cousin
Prince Ferdinand of Coburg,

who is so closely allied
with your good self,

then my government would think
it is an act of aggression.

That is what we call in France,

un impasse.

And there is another solution
should we wish to take it.

Imagine, if you will that...

this bunch of grapes...

...is the queen of Spain.

Now here they are on the vine.

They look delicious,
don't you agree?

But they are guarded
by a vicious dog.

So the first person that picks
a grape is bitten by the dog,

mauled to death.

So the question that we have
to ask ourselves is,

are the grapes--
delicious though they are--

worth the consequence?

So if I follow your metaphor,

you propose that we both
do nothing.

It would be a shame
to let our new friendship

wither on the vine.

But my government will think
that I am weak.

They don't trust British.

Perfide albion, Napoleon said.

Excuse me, ma cheri.

Surely you do not care
what your ministers think?

Surely you have the
authority to present a...

a fait accompli.

The understanding
of one sovereign to another?

So let's drink champagne,

to celebrate
the new understanding

between our two great nations.

To the understanding between us.

To the entente cordiale!

To the entente cordiale.

Champagne!

I miss France.

I don't.

Did you not enjoy it
at all, Aunt?

You have to admit
that the French court

was extremely elegant.

Elegance is all very well,

but my brother Mungo
was killed in Trafalgar.

They may do things
with style, Wilhelmina,

but I do not like the French.

At heart they are not...

respectable.

What about you, Drummond,

what do you think?

I agree with the duchess.

The trip was stylish,
but not altogether respectable.

Hello!

Hello, darling!

Have you missed me?

Vicky, hello.

Oh, let's see you.

My goodness, Lehzen.
You've grown.

It took a while,

of course,
for Louis Philippe to see things

from our point of view,

but once he had heard
the arguments

for mutual neutrality,

he realized that was

the only reasonable position.

Albert was so eloquent.

Really.

It was his words
that convinced the king.

To his Royal Highness.

His Royal Highness.

Well, we are grateful
to you, sir,

the country cannot afford
another war with France.

Do you really think
it would come to that?

I found Louis Philippe
most congenial.

I'm sure he was, ma'am,

but his country is not.

They've had one revolution,
they could easily have another.

And when a king
is under pressure,

the easiest way
to unite his people

is to find a common enemy.

Do you wish to say something,
Duchess?

I was merely thinking
how pleasant it is

to be eating English food again.

You are too old-fashioned.

I thought the food
was delicious.

It is not honest food.

Everything's covered in sauces.

Who knows what's underneath?

Give me a wholesome plate
of boiled mutton and turnips.

Albert?

What is it?
Whatever's the matter?

We have been deceived.

Your Majesty, King Louis' son

has become engaged
to the Spanish queen.

Louis Philippe gave us his word.

He was using us, Victoria.

Do you know,

I really thought we had
achieved something great there.

Albert, look at me.

As Wellington would say,
we may have lost the battle.

When we went to France
we were not ourselves,

you and I.

But now, whatever happens,

we're united.

There are no secrets between us.

No secrets.

Actually, that's not quite true.