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What fun we had doing these.

Look at this one.

How young you look, Albert.

Well, that was

before I was the father to...

seven children.

That's you when you were a baby,
Vicky.

Who's that nursemaid holding me?

That's me, silly!

Oh, Vicky is right,

you don't look like a queen
at all.

Of course I don't.

Mama, look,

Bertie is trying to put a marble
up Affie's nose.

Affie, stay still.

Right.

Bertie.

Bertie?

Do you wish to hurt
your brother?

It's an experiment, Papa.

Ah-ah.
Bertie, leave your brother
alone at once!

Sit over there, Bertie.

Sit!

Vicky,

I want you take your brothers

and sisters back to the nursery,

your mama's not feeling
very well.

Is the new baby
making her feel cross?

I don't understand
why she keeps getting them.

I'm sure
she'll feel better soon.

There's absolutely nothing wrong
with me.

The new coin would be worth
a tenth of a pound.

It is a step towards introducing

a modern decimal system.

Ah, well, we have ten fingers
after all.

Seems like
the most logical system.

Yes, but there's something
so irritating

about the decimal point.

12 is a number that likes
to be divided. Ten isn't.

Yes, but the decimal system

works perfectly well
on the Continent.

Perhaps they're better
at long division.

A new coin

deserves a new image.

It is an opportunity
to put something beautiful

in the pocket of the people.

I would like to have a hand
in its design,

if I may?

Certainly, sir.

And what do you think
we should call the new coin?

Totally unnecessary.

Ah, Uncle Leopold.

You have arrived just in time.

That is my specialty.

We need a name

for the new decimal coin.

In Europe
we would call it a florin.

Excellent suggestion,
Your Majesty.

A name that works both at home
and abroad.

Uncle Leopold, let me present
my prime minister.

And this is my...

foreign secretary.

Oh, Lord Palmerston needs
no introduction.

I am delighted to have made such
an impression, Your Majesty.

First you undermine
my authority,

then you are insolent
to King Leopold.

No one is indispensable!

No, indeed, prime minister.

One day you will go too far.

And then I will be the one

with the idiotic grin
on my face.

Your Serene Highness,
what an unexpected pleasure.

Official business?

There is to be a ball
for the christening,

in the fashions
of the last century.

Will I valuable enough to
receive an invitation, I wonder?

That remains to be seen.

Invites are for valuable member
of society.

All I ask is that
you look at me,

like you did in Ireland.

I may be wearing livery,
but I am the same man.

Nothing has changed.

Exactly, I'm still married.

To a man
who's not worthy of you.

Would you like me to arrange

for an oil lamp by the piano,
Your Grace,

if there's not enough light?

I'm worried that Joseph here
might spill...

wax on you.

Arthur.

Alice.

Helena.

Affie.

Of course you remember
Bertie and Vicky.

Please accept this book
of etchings, Uncle Leopold,

to keep us near your heart
always.

How like your dear father
you are,

my dear.

Bertie.

Make a bow to Uncle Leopold.

Oh, it is a mouse.

And the Prince of Wales,
however,

takes after
the other side of the family.

Yes, that is what I always say.

Bertie is a Hanoverian.

Uncle.

Don't you recognize Feodora?

Why, she practically lives
next door to you.

Feodora, of course.

What an unexpected pleasure
to see you here, Duchess.

I know how busy you are
at the palace.

The queen has been...

out of sorts since the birth.

She likes to have me on hand,
and I can hardly refuse.

Indeed.

How pleasant for you, my dear,
to have such powerful friends.

Ah, of course, you are right
at the centre of things.

The prime minister and
Lord Palmerston are always

at the palace, are they not?

Yes, they do come and go,
rather.

Well, I, I have been giving
some thought

to your costume
for the christening.

You have?

I think you should go
as my grandmother,

the ninth duchess.

She was painted by Gainsborough.

I have a, a miniature here.

Oh, she's lovely.

Sold.

Like so many things.

Until you restored
the family fortunes...

My dear.

"President of the Society

for the Improvement
of the Labouring Classes."

This country is lucky to have
such an industrious prince.

Well, there is still so much

to do.

Three years ago I thought

that this country would go
the same way

as France, but...

well, it seems that the English,
they may grumble,

but they do not come
to the boil.

It is the weather, I think.

It is hard to lead a revolution
in the rain.

I am so proud of you, Albert.

Well, I had a good teacher.

Bertie get back to bed at once.

I can't get to sleep
without my mouse,

and I can't find it

anywhere.

Oh, there you are Bertie.
Oh, what a child.

I have been looking
for him everywhere. Come on.

I want my mouse.

Then come with me.

I have it safe.

Feodora,

you are like the pied piper.

You cannot imagine, Uncle,

how fortunate we have been
to have Feodora here as of late.

No, no matter what I do,

Bertie will be my legacy.

I love him so very much,
but can you imagine him as king?

He is your son.

He will not disappoint.

London News?

Sir.

London News, mate?

What are you all gossiping
about?

Gott in Himmel.

What is it?

Our private pictures!

The printer must have sold
the etching plates.

They were private.

Was fur ein Schwein.

Oh, my poor sister, I hope...

I hope you will not upset
yourself too much.

What's wrong with a mother
giving her baby a bath?

Even a woman with your political
opinions, Miss Turner,

must understand that
what this country needs

is a sovereign,
not Mrs. Bun the baker's wife.

I am going to cancel the ball.

I won't have them...
laughing at me.

Victoria, I know this is...

a difficult time

at the moment, but try,

try to keep things
in perspective.

It's easy for you to say,
no one is laughing at you.

Well, on the contrary,

laughing at me, it is a...

a national pastime.

I was...
I was so looking forward

to starting my, my duties again,

and...

now what are people
going to see?

They are going to see a woman.

Not a queen.
As...

As Feodora said, it will pass.

I must thank you
for the invitation to the ball.

Mrs. Hudson is most grateful,
Your Serene Highness.

I am used to the rough
and tumble,

but she...

well, she feels the lack
of society

most keenly.

I'll take my leave.

I seem to have scared
Mr. Hudson off.

You do know the man's
a swindler?

He even sold empty
railway shares to his valet.

I'm surprised to see you riding
with one another.

I am surprised
you're not at the palace

with the prime minister.

Well, I did offer, but
the prime minister thought

he could manage better alone.

And I am sure he's right.

But it would be
very inconvenient

if they discovered
a common enemy.

It's a mighty fine bay
you have there.

Must have cost a pretty penny.

Royal stable?

It belongs to me, actually.

A gift, perhaps,

from one of your many admirers.

Is your wife coming
to the ball, I wonder?

She doesn't like
the hurly-burly of politics.

Ah. Pity.

A man like you needs an ally.

I am not sure

it is a criminal matter, ma'am.

The printer has sold impressions
of your etchings,

but that in itself
is not illegal.

You asked him to make prints.

The only recourse
is to sue for damages.

Damages?

To your reputation, ma'am.

Lord John, my dignity does not
have a price.

Quite so, which is
why legal action

- would be inadvisable.
- But...

There must be something
we can do.

I understand your distress...

Distress? Lord John,
it is more than distress,

it is treason.

I am not sure that
a judge would agree with you.

They are, after all,

family scenes.

What do you suggest?

Regrettably,
there is nothing you can do

except perhaps to choose
your printer with more care.

Are you suggesting
this debacle is our fault?

Oh, no, ma'am, it's just that...

This audience is at an end,
Prime Minister.

Mousey, mousey.

Do you want to go in?

Do you like your new house?

Bertie?

Why are you not in lessons?

I was bored.
Yes, well,

sometimes in life we have to do
things we do not wish to do.

Then I hope Mama dies soon,

so I can be king,
and I can do anything I want.

That is a,

a terrible thing to say, Bertie!

Come here.

Off you go.

Bertie is so like Drina
at that age.

Makes me wonder
if his temper is congenital.

Of course, I know nothing
about these things,

but perhaps an expert might.

How can your people
believe in this

when they can see you here
looking like this?

Monarchy needs to be shrouded
in mystery,

not paraded
as a public spectacle.

A man's imperfections

are considered part
of his character,

whereas a woman's flaws are
evidence of her unsuitability.

Your image here,

Would it not be more regal

if you were wearing a crown?

Yes.

But on coins, the monarch
is always bareheaded.

But you are the exception,
Victoria,

in so many ways.

What are you wearing
to the ball, Sophie?

I am sworn to secrecy, ma'am.

You can't have any secrets
from me.

I am going as
the ninth Duchess of Monmouth,

after the Gainsborough portrait.

it was, um, my husband's idea.

The ninth duchess,

wasn't there some story

about her?

I suppose it's nice that
the duke takes such an interest.

I suppose so, ma'am.

Well, at least I look like
a queen

in this.

Oh, those terrible pictures.

If you feel you can't face
the world, Drina,

I am sure Albert
and I could manage.

Oh, I am sure
you would like nothing more

than to announce to the world
I'm unable to fulfil my duties.

I'm only trying to support you,
Drina.

Your Grace.

I overheard he wants you
to go to the ball

dressed as the ninth duchess.

You see, she was a Cavendish,

so we knew all about her
at Chatsworth.

Her marriage was miserable,
and she took a lover.

When the duke found out,
he divorced her

and took her children away.

And she took her own life.

I thought you should know,
Sophie.

I think your husband intends
to humiliate you.

Oh, I didn't mean to disturb
you, Your-Your Majesty.

When I first came
to the throne...

they used to call me
a little girl.

And now...

now they will call me a...

what will they call me?

A nursemaid.

No queen has ever had a baby
whilst on the throne.

I've had seven.

Seven.

No.

No, they...

they are laughing at me.

I can hear them.

I don't know who "they" are,
ma'am,

but what I see,

and I'm sure
I'm not the only one,

is a mother
who loves her children.

And I am glad
that woman is my queen.

The skull is the landscape
of character.

Fascinating.

Really is such a good suggestion
of yours,

Feodora.

Bertie, come on up here

so that, uh,

Mr. Coombe may examine you.

Bertie, behave yourself.

Otherwise I will send your mouse

to the taxidermist.
The what?

The prince's anterior lobe,

the seat of the intellect,

is sadly underdeveloped,

while the lobes of
combativeness,

destructiveness and self-esteem,

are most prominent.

Where do you think this...
weakness

might come from?

Your grandfather, ma'am.

Late King George,

I believe had
the same feebleness of mind.

Bertie may be wilful

and slow with his lessons,

but he is not mad.

Do you think there is any hope
of improvement?

Oh, the cranium never lies, sir.

He cannot help his temper,

it's all part of his character.

Bertie, apologize
to Mr. Coombe

for your carelessness.
Uh-uh.

Bertie, do as I say!

I won't, and you can't make me.

You don't want that
horrible Mr. Cain to come back.

Do you?
Sorry!

Oh, Bertie come back.

Come back, Bertie.

So what are we supposed to do,
hmm?

Put him in a straightjacket?

Victoria, why do you
always have to exaggerate?

Bertie was fine,
until Feodora arrived.

That is beneath you.

Feodora has done nothing
but good

for this family.
Has she? Has she indeed?

Perhaps you should ask her

if she knows anything
about the etchings.

What is that supposed to mean?

Lord Alfred said
she had a new horse.

I didn't buy it for her.

You think she would betray you

for a horse?

Victoria, please,

exercise a little reason.

Feodora is your sister,
she's not your enemy.

No, Albert, I don't need
a lobe of logic

to understand that Feodora can
be a sister and an enemy.

Oh, I am sorry
to disappoint you, Duke.

I imagine you were looking
forward

to watching me arrive at the
palace dressed as a woman

whose life was destroyed
by her husband.

Oh, I think you'll find

she was the author
of her own misfortunes.

Really?

Well, I would rather go dressed
as my grandmother,

who was a servant,

than a member of your family.

Why has everyone got white hair?

Because it's what they wore
in the Georgian times.

What's a Georgian time?

It's when all the kings were
called George.

So when I'm king,
it will be a Bertian time.

Vicky, Bertie, come here.

Bertie, what have you got
on your head?

We're trying to make his head
the right shape,

so he can be a proper king,
Mama.

Papa won't love me
if I have a naughty bump.

The whole point of phrenology is
that it is not his fault,

it is just
the way that he is made.

Bertie doesn't understand that,

and, frankly, neither do I.

I think all
of your precious phrenology

is just mumbo-jumbo!

Oh, these costumes are
ridiculous.

Oh, of course.

Now that Mr. Coombe has made
the connection

between your grandfather
King George and Bertie,

I suppose wearing costumes
from his reign

is rather... unfortunate.

There is no connection.

Mr. Coombe is a charlatan.

That's a magnificent tiara
you're wearing.

Thank you.

Those sapphires must have been
very expensive.

I had no idea Langenburg was
so wealthy,

but perhaps you've come
into money lately.

Guten abend.

Oh, Frederick the Great.

A warrior and a philosopher.

What could be more appropriate?

What a happy Coburg trio, I...

I mean...

quartet, we make.

Her Majesty the Queen.

His Royal Highness

Prince Albert.

His Majesty

the King of the Belgians.

Her Serene Highness

the Princess Feodora.

Joseph, what are you doing?

Just delivering a message
to the...

Stop mooning about

like a lovesick plough boy
and do your job.

At once, Mr. Penge.
Now, boy!

Why don't you give him a taste

of his own medicine?

He would love a chance
to dismiss me.

But when I go,
it will be my doing.

I am not going to stay wearing
this forever.

Do you like my costume, Joseph?

Very much, Your Grace.

Oh, I am not a duchess tonight.

No?
No.

Though, uh...

this bodice is
rather constricting.

Perhaps I may be of assistance?

Yes, Joseph, I believe you can.

Your beauty spot is rather
beguiling.

I will wait for you, Lady L.

Arranging an assignation?

Just pursuing my interests,
Serene Highness.

You really should be
more careful,

you know how the prince feels
about such pursuits.

Well, the prince is a prude.

And my activities have nothing
to do with politics.

And besides,

the queen and I rub along
rather well.

Really?

I imagine that endears you
even further to the prince.

Well, well,

Mr. and Mrs. Hudson do seems
to be enjoying themselves.

Of course,
they've been rather shunned

since the scandal.

I do hope they were
sufficiently grateful

for their invitation.

Oh, I have no complaints.

I think you should ask me
to dance,

Lord Palmerston.
A pleasure, madam.

Where exactly do you require
my assistance,

Your Grace?

Just here,

Joseph.

Here... or here?

Oh, we, we shouldn't.

Do you want me to stop,
Your Grace?

No.

No.

How are you enjoying the ball,
Duke?

As much as can be expected.

Have you seen my wife?

Or Lord Palmerston?

Not lately.

Perhaps they're having supper.

How well you look, Feodora.

I must confess I almost did not
recognize you earlier.

That's hardly surprising,

we haven't seen each other
for 20 years.

Since you made me leave England
to get married.

You had no dowry to speak of,
but your mother and I,

we did the best we could.

You did the best for Victoria,
not for me.

Naturally, she was the heir
to the throne.

And I was an...
inconvenience.

It was so long ago.

Not for me.

Where has that hobbledehoy
Joseph disappeared to?

You see that couple?

It would be hard to miss them,

ma'am.

Who are they?

Why do they keep looking
at me like that?

George Hudson, ma'am.

The swindler?

This is madness.

Not from where I stand.

I must go back.

The Duke.

Before you go.

Where the blazes have you been?!

Answering a call of nature, sir.

Victoria, do you not think

that Feodora has done such

a marvellous job
of organizing the ball?

Oh, well, her ingenuity,

especially when it comes
to the invitations,

is unparalleled.

What on earth do you mean?

These, these,
these are your guests.

Well, they have been invited
in my name, certainly.

But without my knowledge
or consent.

Who, for example,

is that peculiar-looking
gentleman over there?

The one actually taking off
his coat?

Why is he here?

I invited him.

His name is Elkington,

and he is a celebrated inventor.

I would thank you
for pointing him out,

I must talk with him.

Well, he may be your friend,
Albert,

but what about that couple
over there?

The swindler
and his overdressed wife.

Perhaps you will tell me
why the Hudsons are here.

The Hudsons?

You can't expect me to remember

all the names on the list.

Then I will ask them myself.

No, I...

I believe that would be beneath
your dignity, Drina.

The behaviour
of, of a washerwoman,

not a queen.

So this is your reward.

Oh, well, at least
you didn't sell them cheap.

Feo, you have made me look
ridiculous.

Oh, I think that it is
all your own doing, Drina.

You hate me.

You hate me, don't you?

Nothing has been right, Feo.

Nothing has been right
since you came here!

I know you would like
nothing better

than to turn Albert against me.

I don't understand why.

I have always done my best
for you.

Your best for me?

Do you know

the last time I remember
being happy?

It was when we lived
at Kensington,

and the old king asked me here
to the palace.

I played Bach,

and he told me I had
the prettiest profile

he had ever seen.

And he was going to ask Mama
for my hand.

Oh, Feo.

You?
Marry that fat old man!

He could barely stand up.

But I would have been queen.

That was not Mama's plan.

Or Leopold's, no.

They wanted you to be queen,
not me.

So they sent me away,

marry the first man
who would have me.

That wasn't my fault.

You don't know what it's like

to live under a roof that leaks,

or to lie next to a man

who has drunk himself
into a stupor.

You have everything, Drina,

and you don't even know
how lucky you are!

A little piece of the palace
in your very own home.

Look at that,
do you like that one?

How much?
A shilling to you, sir.

Thank you very much indeed.

Hello, there, now then.

How many scenes of the
royal household you can own?

How much is that one?

It is a shilling.
Thank you.

Oh, thank you very much.

Bertie.

Sehr gut.

I will attempt...

Touché.

Ha ha!
No, Bertie!

I've got the queen.
Give it back.

- No.
- Ah.

No, no, no,
give that back to me, Bertie.

Rotter.

That was a very foolish
thing to do.

But you're always playing

with Vicky,
and you never play with me.

That's because your head
hasn't got a chess bump.

Ah, no, no, no.

Now, shall we play
with your marbles, Bertie, hmm?

I don't want to play
with my marbles.

I want to play chess!

Bertie!

Leave me alone!

You could play chess
with him, Albert.

No, no, it is clear.

He shall never be able to learn
the rules.

I am saving him
from further disappointment.

So you are just going
to give up on him?

No, no, no,
I am being pragmatic.

You heard
what Mr. Coombe had to say.

Do you think Mr. Coombe knows
your son

better than you do?

"Dei Gratia,"

"By the grace of God."

It's on every coin.

Every coin, Prime Minister,
except this one.

I hear they're calling it
the godless florin.

First the etchings,

- and now this.
- Rest assured, ma'am,

we will make sure
that this error is corrected.

Corrected, it's too late.
The damage has been done.

May I speak frankly, ma'am?

You don't usually ask
my permission

before telling me something
I don't want to hear.

I think these pictures have done
you the power of good.

Oh, what on earth

do you mean?

This cost me a shilling.

Do you think
the people are buying these

in order to laugh at them?

Every time you have a child,
the nation rejoices, ma'am,

but they also wonder
how much your burgeoning family

is going to cost them.

You did say I could speak
frankly.

These etchings,

these trivial domestic scenes,

they remind your subjects

that you are not some remote,
Olympian being,

but rather a woman
who bathes her children

and loves her dogs.

And that's...

desirable?

Do you want me
to tell you the secret

to my popularity, ma'am?

I am a viscount,
but when the people see me

at the races,
or at a prize fight,

they just see a fellow
who likes a flutter...

just as they do.

And you don't think that
familiarity breeds contempt?

Is this familiar

to your subjects, ma'am?

But a baby and a dog,

that they understand.

You may be right.

But the coin,
the coin is unforgivable.

Who is responsible?

I'm asking you, Prime Minister,
who is responsible?

If you remember, ma'am,

the prince took responsibility

for the design of the florin.

It would be most unfortunate

were his involvement
to become known,

especially now he is suing
the printer of the etchings.

Perhaps we should

leave Her Majesty

to prepare for the christening.

Will that be all, ma'am?

When were you going to tell me
you were suing for damages?

I understood that you
were not able to take action,

so I spoke with the lawyers,

who made it clear there
was nothing preventing me

from doing so.

And you didn't think to ask me
first?

I assumed we wanted
the same thing, Victoria.

Actually, I have changed
my mind.

Lord Pam says
the pictures are very popular.

When did you start wanting
the monarchy

to be nothing more than
entertainment?

The issue is not whether
you are liked, Victoria,

it is whether you are respected.

Look at that.

Where is the inscription
that says

I am queen
through the grace of God?

You could not fit it on,
because of the crown.

You wanted the crown.

Because I wanted to look
like a queen,

but how can I do that when my
own husband doesn't think

the fact that I have been
anointed by God...

Do you not see that
you are contradicting yourself?

The etchings they lower you down
to the level of your people,

but you are furious because
a Latin tag,

that most of your people
cannot even understand,

has been omitted from a coin.

You have no logic!

Oh, um...

Your Majesty,
Your Royal Highness,

the archbishop is on his way

to the throne room.

For the christening.

How splendid you look, my dear.

You are coming
to the christening?

Of course.

I know that I will find it
fascinating.

Arthur William Patrick Albert.

I baptise thee
in the name of the Father,

and of the Son,
and of the Holy Ghost.

We receive this child

into the congregation

of Christ's flock.

The Lord bless you and keep you

the Lord make His face
to shine upon you

and be gracious to you.

The Lord lift up
His countenance upon you

and give you peace.
Amen.

Bertie!

Vicky, look!

Children.

Did you really send her away

so she wouldn't marry
Uncle George?

My late father-in-law
liked nothing better

than to torment his brothers

with the notion that
he could still produce an heir.

I'm afraid Feodora was

just a pawn in that game.

You know, she blames me.

She wants to have her revenge.

Revenge?

Oh, you exaggerate, Victoria.

What could a penniless
German princess possibly do

to hurt the Queen of England?

It is true.
No.

I never thought of that.

You know my sister

was selling invitations
to the ball?

Well, I asked her to invite
a variety of guests.

If they sent her gifts,

that can only be expected.

People send you things
all the time.

Why do you begrudge her
the crumbs from your table?

I think it's time you went home.

Well, I think your husband would
be sorry to see me go.

He so enjoys having someone
rational to talk to.

She hates me, Albert.
Is it because

she treats you as a sister
and not as a goddess?

Oh... I...

Victoria, I think

your intellect is overtaxed.

You're saying I'm mad?

Is that it, Albert?
Is that what you're saying?

No. No. No. I'm saying,
like Bertie,

I think your character's been
overdeveloped

in the area of self-esteem.

That's enough.

No, I have expected you
to be something

that clearly you cannot be,

Victoria, a rational woman.

But now I, I realize my mistake.

How can you be so cold?

It is the only way that
I can deal with your temper.

I have no desire to descend
to your level.

My level!

When did you stop loving me,
Albert?

I do love you, of course I do,

just as I love the children.

My duty to protect
and care for you all.

That's not what I meant.

I know.

But it is all I have left.

My mouse has run away,
and he's never coming back.

Oh, darling, come here.

Come here.

We will get you another mouse.

But it won't be the same.

No, it won't be the same.

Papa doesn't love me anymore,

'cause I'm stupid.

You can't stop loving someone,
Bertie.

It is not possible.