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J‘ Halle‘ujah J‘

IGlorianaJ‘

J‘ Halle‘ujah J‘

IGloriana, hallelujahl

J‘ HaHelujah. J‘

CROWD:
I Le [our de g/oire
es! am've'. i

(shouting, explosions,
glass shattering)

Vas-y, vas-y!

Vas-y, suivez-moi!

J‘J‘

(footsteps approaching)

(speaking French):

LOUIS PHILIPPE:

(crowd shouting outside)

(expiosion echoes, glass
shattering, people shouting)

J‘J‘

(men speaking French)

J‘J‘

J‘DeiJ‘

J‘ Dei gratia J‘

ISempitemaJ‘

I Gloria, gloriaJ‘

J‘ Dei gratia J‘

ISempitemaJ‘

(singing continues)

Sir Josiah.

J‘J‘

(people talking in background)

(whispering)

How can the French
do that?

Get rid of their king
in an afternoon?

They have done it before.

There are revolutions
all across Europe.

Vienna, Berlin...

Leopold is worried
about Belgium.

Thank God
for the English Channel.

I'm not sure
that it will be enough.

Ideas can swim.

J‘J‘

(gull calling)

J‘J‘

(beiltoiiing)

(members of Parliament
clamoring)

(clamoring)

SPEAKER:
Order!

As foreign secretary,

I have congratulated
the new French Republic

on their liberation

from an odious tyrant.

(members murmuring agreement)
And I act

with the full support
of the prime minister.

(members murmuring
and laughing)

The autocrats of Europe will lie
uneasy in their beds tonight,

knowrng that the French people

have risen up
against an unjust king.

(members murmuring)

SPEAKER:
Order!

PALMERSTON:
There is a tide

of liberty abroad,

which, taken at the flood,
will lead on to fortune.

(members grumbling
in disagreement)

J‘J‘

(string orchestra playing)

(gaSpst

(sighs with delight)

Marron glacé.

My favorite!

Emma...

It‘s such a comfort
to have you back.

I'm against party politics,
of course,

but my... Whig ladies are
so much more attentive.

And my new mistress of the robes
has settled in nicely.

Haven't you, Sophie?

I'm afraid my grasp of protocol
is woeful.

l have no idea

whether a bishop should
take precedence over a marquis.

(clears throat)
My husband is afraid I shall
make some terrible gaffe.

MONMOUTH:
Not at all, my dear--
your enthusiasm

more than makes up
for your inexperience.

I'm not worried in the least,
Duchess.

I like to have my friends
about me.

When I think
of poor Louis Philippe...

(Albert whispering)

Without our permission?

(music continuing)

Then Lord Palmerston needs
to explain himself.

(crowd cheering and applauding)

After you, sir.

(cheering continues)

God bless you, Palm!

God bless you.

You have such a vulgar
following, Palmerston.

There's nothing vulgar
about the British public,

“my...“
mam.»
“AE’E‘Eg’g;
292.53%:

J‘J‘

BRODIE:
0h!

No time for that, Mr. Penge.

Prime minister and Lord
Palmerston are on their way.

Palmerston, eh?

Make sure you stay
out of sight, girls.

No woman is safe.
(women giggling)

J‘J‘

J‘J‘

PALMERSTON:
Afternoon.

J‘J‘

Prime Minister.

Your Majesty.

Your Majesty,
Your Royal Highness.

Do you know why
we asked you here?

Because I'm an asset
to any gathering, ma‘am?

We have been informed that you
have been corresponding

with the revolutionary
government in France.

I wrote to Monsieur Lamartine
to congratulate him

on his speedy resolution
to the crisis.

(chuckles):
You congratulated him
on deposing the king.

Did you approve this,
Prime Minister?
I can't say

that I actually approved.
I acted on my own
initiative, ma’am.

You had no right to do
such a thing in our...

In the queen's name.

Perhaps not, sir,

but I speak for the people.

They believe that the day
when Europe is ruled by despots

is coming to an end.

ALBERT:
You forget, Lord Palmerston,

that you are talking

about our family
and friends.

I'm sure that in the future,

the foreign secretary
will send

copies of his
correspondence

here first.

YOU seem very sure

of what the people think(
Lord Palmerston.

I make it my business, ma‘am.

The British public
is like a beautiful woman.

And I wish to glory
in her smiles.

J‘J‘

PENGE:
King Louis Philippe
has been forced to flee

with his tail
between his legs.

lwonderwhere he'll go.

As long as he knows
he's not welcome here.

(people talking in background)

Judging from the size
of you,

you must be
the new footman,

Joseph Weld, sir.

And where do you come from,
Joseph?

Uh, Chatsworth, sir.

l was Her Grace's footman.

From what I hear,

i am surprised
she could part

with a strapping fellow
like you.

(chuckles softly)

The duke gave me
a very good character, sir.

Chatsworth is a fair-sized
establishment, I dare say,

but this is the palace,

and we expect
the highest standards

from our servants.

Yes, sir.

J‘J‘

(bell tolling, birds chirping)

C U FFAY:
And I say to you, this is
a time of reckoning

for working men everywhere!

(crowd murmuring)

Louis Philippe has abdicated
because the French people

would not tolerate aristocracy
any longer!

And I say the time has come

for the workers of this country
to do the same!

I believe we should swear
allegiance not to the queen,

but to the People's Charter.

(crowd murmuring
in disagreement)

O'CONNOR:
And I say, Cuffay,

that no good will come of this
kind of revolutionary talk.

We will win the day not by
force, but by numbers!

(crowd shouting in agreement)

When the government sees
the multitudes

marching on London to present
our petition signed by millions,

they will understand
there is no power greater

than that of the people!

(cheering, pounding table)

What's your name?

Samuel Price.

I'm Abigail.

(crowd singing)

Make your mark there,
Mr. Price,

and I will write your name
beside it.

(singing continues)

J‘J‘

l have to get back
to the queen.

wags“;
5" some
ysswfiuks

But we're engaged.

Mm.
We have to wait!

I'm not leaving here
in disgrace.

(sighs)

J‘J‘

ALBERT:
Victoria, listen.

"The proletarians have nothing
to lose but their chains.

They have a world to Win."

Who said that?

It is, urn... Karl Marx.

He is a German, but I believe
he’s living in Manchester.

We cannot be too complacent.

J‘J‘

VIC KY:
Eight tens are 80,

eight tls are 88,
and eight t25 are 96.

Would you like me
to do it in French now,

Lady Lyttelton?
Not now, dear.

It's Bertie's turn.

But Bertie hates multiplication,
don't you, Bertie?

I like... running!

(gigglest

(giggling)

J‘J‘

§

Good afternoon, Mama.

Good afternoon.

Do | not get a curtsy?

You are not the sovereign, Papa.

Oh, I see.

lgaSpst

May I try it on, Mama?

Be careful, darling,
it's very heavy.

Shall we see how
you look in it, Bertie?

Crowns are for girls!

FOOTMAN:
Aletter, ma'am.

Thank you.

Ah, ah, ah.

VICTORIA:
Louis Philippe.

Asking if we will...
take him in.

J‘J‘

DRIVER:
Whoa!

J‘J‘

Albert,
we can't turn him away!

No, perhaps not,
but my fear is

that if we start allowing this
palace to become a sanctuary...

PENGE:
Your Majesty.

Oh, I beg your pardon, sir.

Your Majesty,
your sister is here.

J‘J‘

Feodora?

(weeping)

J‘J‘

(weeping)

(softly):
0h, Feo.

It is you!

J‘J‘

How, why...

Drina!

Look at you.

Feo...

l have not stopped
for three days.

And this is cousin Albert.

Oh, I am so happy
to meet you...

(kisses):
At last.

And the children.

(gasrring)

This must be Vicky,

such a kleine madchen.

And this...

This is little Albert.

Oh, he looks just like you did
at that age, Drina.

lgaSpst

And so many children!

And another one
along the way.

This is... so unexpected.

I had no time to write.

l was so frightened
that the mob would catch me.

Mob?

(quietly):
Bertie, Vicky, come along.

l was taking the waters in Baden

when the riots started
against the king.

(voice breaking):
I could not go back
to Langenburg

to my husband and my children.

It was too dangerous.

And so I exchanged clothes

with my maid,

took a place in a coach
to Ostend.

l was so frightened
I would be recognized.

Not for myself,
of course,

but for my connection to you.

ALBERT:
You did the right thing.

, w. 31),:(éiafi’u
s: Efi‘E‘VT;:_;

I am so glad to see you.

After all these years.

My own dear little srster.

(chuckles softly)

(exhales)

J‘J‘

(quietly):
She doesn't look
like a princess.

EMMA:
Her Serene Highness

Princess Feodora.

The queen’s half-sister.

ALFRED:
Fallen on hard times.

I didn't know
she had a sister.

EMMA:
From her mother's
first marriage.

I think we'd all
forgotten.

Even the queen.

J‘J‘

To arrive like that
with no warning.

(sighs)
Really, it's...

ALBERT
Well, her life was
in danger.

How long is she
going to stay?

It's hardly convenient
at the moment,

and we've got Louis Philippe
to deal with.

Victoria.

She's your sister.

It's not like you and Ernest.

I hardly know her.

She left me to get married
when l was...

FEODORA:
Oh, forgive me!

(growls)

l was looking for my room
and...

I am lost.

What a change
from dear Kensington.

Everything here is so.,.
imposing.

Hmm.

(footsteps retreating)

(whimpering)

J‘J‘

(rattling)

(rattling continues)

VICKY:
0h, Bertie.

It is not a toy--
it's for doing sums.

(teacup clattering)
(9am)

Bertie!
(exhales)

Give this to Aunt Feo

and apologize
for being so clumsy.

Sorry, Aunt Feo.
(chuckles quietly)

(teacup clattering)
Look.

There's a hole
in your skirt.

0h.

Such moths in Langenburg.

VICKY:
Why didn't you get your maid

to sew it up?
(footsteps approaching)

Listen to this.

"We need the forcible overthrow

"of all existing
social conditions.

"Workers of the world, unite.‘I

Karl Marx.

The communist?

VICTORIA:
Well, Mr. Marx should be told
that the English

are never going
to unite with foreigners.

(scoffs):
Well, actually, Victoria,

there are reports
of Chartists going to Paris

to congratulate Lamartine.

That doesn't mean
they're going to unite with him.

Well, how can you be so sure?

You, you know nothing

of how
these people live.

You do?

No.

But I am going to find out.

J‘J‘

(sighs)

Here you are,
Mrs. Skerrett.

24 pairs,

with a number and initial
on each one.

Very nice, as usual.

I can never get stitches
that small.

I always try to give
satisfaction.

And I need the work, so...

l.., didn't take you
for a Chartist, Abigail.

Born to it, you might say.

My father was at Peterloo.

And you believe
in these Six Points?

Working men need
the vote.

And what about working women?

Rome wasn't built in a day.
(chuckles)

(whispers):
Stop it!

Do you think
you could contrive

to leave the palace
for an hour?

l have something
I want to show you.

What is it?

W1?) is in
”sew-4;:

J‘J‘

(cart rumbling,
people talking in distance)

(splashing)

(sniffs)

(child coughing,
dog barking in distance)

(baby crying in distance,
coughing continues)

(softly):
All of these people,
they live here?

WOMAN:
Yes, sir.

(dog barking in distance)

(coughing continues)

Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

(door opens)

There are 14 people living
in there.

They are human beings,

yet they are being forced
to live like vermin.

The rich man in his castle,

The poor man at his gate.

God made them high and lowly

And ordered their estate.

(children shrieking in distance)

i don't think God has
anything to do with this,

Lord Alfred.

Do you?

No, I don't.

J‘J‘

(carriages rumbling,
talking in background)

FEODORA (exhaling):
| used to come here with you,

on that little Shetland pony

King George gave you.

Nasty animal.

It was always
biting me.

Such happy times.

That's not
how I remember Kensington.

But you left when l was...

Nine.

Your departure was so sudden.

But, of course,
you were in a hurry

to get married.

What about you, Sophie?

Were you in a fever

of impatience to start
your married life?

My mother was.

She always wanted me
to be a duchess.

I couldn't wait to marry
the prince.

But, of course,
I had no other ties.

(grunts)

(crowd clamoring)

(boxers continue grunting)

(grunts)

(groaning)

My money's on the Englishman.

Very good, sir.

Come on, Billy.

(greeting)

J‘J‘

This is just
how the mob sounded in Baden.

Are you sure we are safe
in the open, Drina?

I don't need to hide
from my subjects.

Ooh. get Up. Up. Up. Up. up!

(yelling)

Two, three, four...

(snarls)

legals)

Gethim! Go on!

Yeah!

Well played, sir.

(cheering)

What on Earth is causing
that commotion?

SOPHIE:
Lord Palmerston, ma’am.

J‘J‘

(bell tolling, crowd clamoring)

Are you mad?
Peaceably if we may,

forcibly if we must,
O’Connor.

We need the support
of respectable people.

They won't vote for a mob,
Cuffay.

(glass breaks, whistle blowing)

(people yelling)

VICTORIA:
Awful, awful man.

Do you know
what I saw today?

I saw 14 people

living in one room...
He was in the park,

cavo rti ng
with the crowds

as if he were
P.T. Barnum himself.

Albert, he's vulgar!

(door closes)

PENGE:
I do apologize,
Your Majesty.

The prime minister
and the foreign secretary

are waiting in the drawing room,
Your Majesty.

They insist
it is a matter

of some urgency,
ma'am.

Oh, Lord, what now?

Uh... Palmer is "Pilger'
in German,

and stone is "Stein," so...

take your time.

I do not mind keeping
Lord Pilgerstein waiting.

(chuckling)

FRANCATELLI:
It has everything
we're looking for, Nancy.

Five parlor bedrooms

and a dining room
that seats 50,

Perfect!

I hope this is the right time
to be doing this.

Why wouldn't it be?

We're working people,
just like them.

I've spent my whole life
trying to be more than that.

This collar,

the queen got me this,
and these stockings.

She made me, Charles.

What am I going to be
without her?

You underestimate
yourself.

(people singing in distance)

Hmm.

(clock chiming softly)

(Victoria clears throat,
footsteps approaching)

Prime Minister.
Your Majesty.

Please, sit.

You have urgent business,
Prime Minister?

RUSSELL:
l’m afraid

the Chartists,
ma'am,

seem minded to follow
the example of the French.

There have been disturbances
across the capital...

PALMERSTON:
I believe what the
prime minister is trying to say

is that the Chartists mean
revolution, ma’am.

But then we,
the ruling class,

must give them
an alternative.

If we give the vote
to an illiterate mob,

we're signing
our own death warrants, sir.

ALBERT:
Only today,

Lord Palmerston, l have seen
people living in conditions

which are infernal.

We must do something
otherwise.

With respect, sir,

now is not the time
for do-gooding.

RUSSELL:
The Chartists are planning
a mass protest

on April the 10th,

that in our opinion...

Will be the spark
that lights the tinderbox.

But do you have any proof?

ldon't believe
my people wish me harm.

I imagine that's what
Louis Philippe thought, ma'am.

Well, you can ask him yourself
at dinner tomorrow.

Unless you have a boxing match
you wish to go to.

(sizzling)

i am sorry to bother you,
but my wig...

It's moltihg.

(chuckles)

Some of the pomade fell

(whispers):
into the prince's tea.
(gaSPSi

He didn't notice,
but, but Mr. Penge did.

Oh, don’t mind Mr. Penge.

He hates anything new
on principle.

l was the youngest

to ever make first footman
in Chatsworth,

but here...

It's not easy working here.

Penge is a curmudgeon.

saséagg'ams
Sag-1" “mick

But...

When I'm with Her Majesty
doing her hair, well...

She isn'tjust a lady
of fashion.

She relies on me
to took her best.

And...

Maybe it's silly,
but...

When I send her out there,
looking like a queen,

lfeel like l'm making
a little part of history.

Um,..

Goose fat and white lead.

That's what
this wig needs.

J‘J‘

(footsteps approaching)

(fire crackling)

Shall I come back,
ma’am?

Do you think they hate me,
Skerrett?

Who, ma'am?

Chartists.

Do they want to...

cut off my head?

(quietly):
Kill my children?

Course they don't.

Chartists are ordinary
working people, ma’am.

Not murderers.

I can introduce you to one,
if you like.

She does some
of Your Majesty’s embroidery.

(fire crackling)

(footsteps approaching)

Victoria.

Louis Philippe is arriving.

Yes.

J‘J‘

J‘J‘

(gasps sadly)

(sobbing openly)

J‘J‘

(fire crackling)

(exhales)

I've been so cold.

Thank you
for taking me in.

We are only repaying
your hospitality.

ALBERT:
You are welcome

while you are considering
your future.

Alas, I have
no future.

Like the prodigal son,

l have squandered
my patrimony,

the love of my people.

And your family?

Scattered across Europe.

Pray that I will live
to see them again.

(voice breaking):
i do pray i will see
my family again.

But at least I have
the consolation

of my beloved sister.

I hope I do not bring trouble
with me.

lam not popular
with your countrymen,

ma chere cousins.

You're our guest,

Louis Philippe.

That's all that matters.

(birds chirping)

J‘J‘

(speaking French):

(repeating French line)

ldon't want to be
the stupid king!

(Bertie grunts)

Don't worry,

I know Bertie's part.

FEODORA:
Oh. What a temper.

SOPHIE:
He's just cross
with himself.

My son's the same--
he hates being in the wrong.

VICKY:

(whispering):
Victoria, he has to learn
to control himself.

VICTORIA (quietly):
He's passionate.

Mama, Papa, l'm still
performing.

pacifisaskias

my little
Jeanne d'Arc.

Shall we go back onstage?

(bell tolling in distance,
people talking in background)

RUSSELL:
If we are to act
against the Chartists,

we will need evidence
of a conspiracy.

I put agents in place

after the riots,
Prime Minister,

but these things
take time.

We don't have time.
Just get the proof, man.

Whatever it takes.

(footsteps retreating,
Palmerston sniffs)

I don't know why we don't
just lock them all up.

(scoffs):
It the crowds
that cheer you on

could hear you how.

They know l'm a patriot first
and foremost, Russell.

I wish you would call me
"Prime Minister."

Liberty and confusion abroad,

peace and stability at home.

That's my motto...

Prime Minister.

(carriages rumbling,
hooves clipping)

(clamoring)

We must be ready
to take action,

peaceably if we may,

forcibly if we must.

CROWD:
Yes.

Eh, where do | sign?

Just here, Mr....?

Fitzgerald,
Patrick Fitzgerald.

(applauding)

What happened
to your finger?

I got too close
to an English musket.

Fighting for my home,
l was being evicted

so my Lord Wexford's cattle
could graze unimpeded.

Hmm.

We welcome our Irish brethren
to the cause,

Mr. Fitzgerald.

CUFFAY:
He has no right to be there!

CROWD:
Yeah!

The ruling class
can no longer prosper

by trampling
on working men.

And what about working women?

Do they not get trampled on,
too?

Oh, they know
how to take care of themselves.

(crowd cheering)

Just make sure
that Palmerston is sat

at the other end
of the table.

i don't want that awful,
booming voice in my ear.

And do ask your husband,
Sophie.

He might be able to keep
the foreign secretary in check.

Arid Feodora,

you should sit next
to Palmerston.

You can tell him
about your ordeal in Baden.

You'll have to excuse me,
Drina,

but! have nothing suitable
to wear.

Well, you must look
through some of my clothes.

After all, l have no use
for them at the moment.

You are so thoughtful,
Drina,

but don't you think the skirts
would be a little short?

(chuckles):
Well, i suppose
you're a little taller than me.

Hmm.

But perhaps
Skerrett can add a ruffle.

(spoon clinking)

She's so clever
at things like that.

(spoon clattering on saucer)

Hmm.

J‘J‘

BERTIE:
Aunt Feo.

Why are you making that face,
Aunt Feo?

I am remembering
an old friend.

Afat friend.

That is your great-uncle
George, Bertie.

We used to have tea together.

And we would always have
meringues,

because he knew they...

(exhales):
They were my favorite.

I love meringues.

Hmm.

One day, Bertie,
you will be a king,

just like him.

No, I won't,

because in Britain,
we have queens.

Would you like to be a queen,
Aunt Feo?

What a funny boy you are.

(pen scratching)

(clock chiming)

Skerrett.

My sister wants
some new clothes.

(clattering)

(groans):
I thought perhaps

you could alter some of mine.

Certainly, ma'am.

Who's this?

May l present
Abigail Turner.

I mentioned her to you
yesterday.

Miss Turner is acquainted
with the Chartists, ma'am.

and found a republic.

No, Your Majesty.

We wantjustice,

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Well, the quarrel,
ma'am,

is not with you,

but with a government
that gives the working man

no voice
in his own affairs.

How hold you are,
Miss Turner.

Well, my father
used to say

my tongue was sharper
than my needle,

but I mean no disrespect,
Your Majesty.

Well, I shall take you
at your word.

But only because
Skerrett has vouched for you.

J‘J‘

Ma'am.

(people murmuring)

How are you finding
your duties, my dear?

Not too taxing, I hope.

I think the queen finds me
satisfactory.

In fact, she gave me this.
Hmm.

Fetching.

What a shame
you're wearing it incorrectly.

Sophie, the queen asked me

if you'd look over
the place cards.

She says you are so good
at these things.

(quietly):
Just so you know,
there is no correct place

for you to wear the brooch
from the queen.

Did you know that my father
was once a shopkeeper?

Really?

Mine was a parson, but I try
not to hold it against him.

What a lucky man you are,
Monmouth.

And she's as rich
as Croesus, too, I hear.

I don't need reminding

that her family are little more
than grocers, Palmerston.

(footsteps approaching)

PALMERSTON
(speaking French):

The famous Lord Palmerston,

who was so quick to acknowledge
the new republic.

l congratulated
the new government

on resolving a period of...

instability.

You know,

if I was not a Frenchman,

I should wish to be
an Englishman.

(laughs softly)

And if I were not
an Englishman,

I should wish to be...

an Englishman.

Duke.

You must forgive me for stealing
your wife from you.

She’s such a charming companion.

l'm delighted
that you think so, ma'am.

J‘J‘

Feodora!

How... different you look.

It's funny, when we lived
at Kensington,

you used to wear my clothes,

and now I am
wearing yours.

tgiggIeSi

Louis Philippe, will you take
my sister into dinner?

There is some consolation
in exile after all.

(chuckles)

(bells tolling)

(people murmuring,
papers shuffling)

I think we'll have over
a million signatures

by the time we take this
to Parliament.

If we ever get there.
Of course we will.

The government would like
to ban us completely.

And if Cuffay starts a riot

because the French king
is staying with the queen,

Well, surely Cuffay
is not stupid enough

to go to the palace.

Isn't he?

(sighs)

(Waltz No.1 in E-flat, Op. t8
by Chopin playing on piano)

(piece continues)

(piece ends)

(applauding)

How long will the king be
staying with you, ma'am?

For as long
as he needs to.

I appreciate your loyalty
to a fellow sovereign.

ljust hope there
are no repercussions.

There is no danger of that.

i know where my duty lies--
my people know that.

Oh, i hope so.

These days you can't
be too careful

with the company
you keep.

Indeed I can't,
Lord Palmerston.

ALBERT:
It appears that diplomacy

is not one of your talents,
Foreign Secretary.

Perhaps,
but patriotism is.

I would hate to see the queen

suffer the same fate
as her guest.

And you dare to say that to me.

Public opinion
is a fickle beast.

If the queen continues to
surround herself with...

foreigners,

I can't be answerable
for the consequences.

That's enough.

(exhales)

(hooves clomping)

(people talking in background)

J‘J‘

FITZGERALD:
Hello again.

Can I help you
with that?

What have you got in there?
Gold bullion?

Her Majesty's undergarments,

if you please.

Working for the queen?

And you a Chartist?

The Chartists have no quarrel
with Her Majesty.

And the work's well paid.

lwish there was more of it.

Well, l'm surprised a
fine-looking woman like you

doesn't have a husband
to provide for her.

The franchise comes first,
Mr. Fitzgerald.

I want to marry a free man.

BRODIE:
"A vote for every man over 21
years of age of sound mind

"and not undergoing punishment
for crime.

Payment for members
of Parliament."

Perhaps lwill run
in the next election.

Hear ye, hear ye!

The Honorable Archibald Brodie.

"One man, one vote" indeed.

If you want mob rule,
go live in France.

Do you have the vote,
Mr. Penge?

I think a man like yourself
is worthy of a say

in the management
of his country's affairs.

I'A hundred years,
a thousand years I

PENGE:
Thank you,
Mr. Francatelli.

The world is changing,
Mr. Penge.

LOUIS PHILIPPE:
l'm afraid Lord Palmerston
is right.

l have brought you
nothing but trouble.

VICTORIA:
Absolutely not.

If anyone has brought trouble,
it's.,.

Lord Palmerston.

(dog barking)

Victoria,
it is from Leopold.

He is in Ostend-- the revolution
has spread to Belgium.

lthink it is time that
we left for the Isle of Wight.

Osborne House is ready now,
we can head there.

l'm not going to run away.

You should listen to your
husband, ma che're,

My father lost his head
to Madame La Guillotine.

I wouldn't want you
to share the same fate.
(Victoria scoffs)

The Chartists want the vote.

Not a republic.

ALBERT:
Well, how can you be so sure?

Because we are English,
Albert.

We may grumble, we may protest.

We are not
a revolutionary people.

(men shouting)

The French king is eating
roast beef in the palace.

(crowd booing)

But he should be in the Tower!

(crowd cheering)

I say we should rectify
the situation!

(cheering)

It's the drink talking,
Samuel Cuffay!

Remember what
Mr. O'Connor says!

We're a movement, not a mob!

That's why the French
have a republic

and we have a charter.
Go home!

And sleep it off, Cuffay.

Vive la republic!
(cheering)

Would you like me
to keep an eye on him?

Are you sure you know
what you're doing?

You can rely on me, Ms. Turner.

(crowd shouting)

CUFFAY:
To the palace!
To the palace!

(door opens)

Do you know how to play?
(chuckles)

The evenings are long
in Langenburg.

Oh, I would be delighted
to have an opponent.

I really am sorry
that your first visit

is at such a difficult time.

Victoria should have
asked you sooner.

I am just happy to be here.

At last.

I want so much to be of use.

Well, in that case, you can help
me try and persuade Victoria

to go to Osborne.

She is, um...

rather stubborn.

Stubborn.

I see it in Bertie, also.

But I can send Bertie to the
nursery when he has a tantrum.

(chuckles)

Victoria is lucky
to have a husband like you.

Check.

I can see you are,

as the English say,
beating me at my own game.

(laughs)

CROWD:
I'A hundred years,
a thousand years I

J‘We're marching on the road J‘

J‘ The going isn't easy! J‘

There are police reports
of rioting

connected with the...

He was a thorn in your side
when he was king of France.

He's causing you more trouble
now he's here.

You should never have
let him come.

You, Lord Palmerston, are quick
to applaud revolution abroad,

but what have you done for
the workers of this country?

Do you ever deign to look out of
the window of your carriage?

This country needs more
than bluster—-

it needs change.

I think the Chartists might
agree with you, sir.

Lord Palmerston.

You have my permission
to withdraw.

J‘J‘

(scoffs)

I cannot tolerate that man
any longer.

Russell, of course I believe

in a constitutional monarchy,

but this must not continue.

Such a man is not fit
to be foreign secretary.

You must dismiss him.

If only i could, ma'am.

J‘J‘

Did she call
for my head?

The queen said
she would be happy

to accept your resignation.

And you had
to tell her

that even though
you'd like nothing better

than to be rid of me,

you need my support
in the Commons.

Otherwise, you will be defeated
in the next vote.

Good evening, Duchess--
where are you off to?

Lord Palmerston, Prime Minister.

Duchess.

I am just on my way home.

Alone?
Where's Monmouth?

At his club, I imagine.

Isn't that where men of fashion
go at this hour?

I wouldn't.

Perhaps I should take you.

You shall do
no such thing.

We have to go back
to the House.

And the duchess
should stay here.

The streets
are not safe.

My master has spoken.

Another time, perhaps.

Please see this is taken
to my room.

With pleasure, Your Grace.

She's a duchess,
and you're a footman.

Ajunior one.

You're not at Chatsworth
anymore, Joseph.

You'll do well
to remember that.

Understood, Mr. Penge.

I'd like to send him
to the Tower!

Yes, but on one point,
he was right.

This situation is too unstable.

We must leave London.

l have told you, Albert,
I will not run away!

Wellington would call it
a tactical retreat!

The Chartists are angry,
Victoria, and rightly so!

The ruling class
have failed them.

This is a time of revolution,

and we are vulnerable.

I do not wish to scare you,

but when I think
of the future...

We have no choice.

We will leave tomorrow.

J‘J‘

(crowd chanting)

Rise up—- vive la republic!

Vive la republic!
(crowd shouting angrily)

J‘J‘

(crowd shouting in distance)

We've found a hotel.

Now it's time
we set a date.

I thought the queen
would be safe.

I can't leave her now.

She needs me.
No, no, darling.

She employs you.

l'm the one that needs you.

So much.

(crowd shouting angrily
in distance)

J‘J‘

Vive la republic!
Vive la republic!

(angry shouting echoes)

We should take the train
tomorrow morning.

Please ensure
the household is ready.

Yes, sir.

(glass shatters)

Liebes, are you all right?

Are you hurt?
Raise the alarm!

ALBERT:
My love, we must go.

We must go now!

Now!

No, Albert, not how.

My waters...

Albert...

(Albert groans)

Everything will be all right.

J‘J‘

(man shouting orders)

(shouting)

(crowd clamoring)

Vive la republic!
Vive la republic!

(shouting)

Get back!

Get away from the fence!

(horse neighing)

(shouting)

Get back!

What's happening?

Barbarians are
at the gate, Your Grace.

Mon dieu.

Sir, I don't think
it‘s safe for you to be here.

(crowd shouting angrily outside)

(Victoria screaming in pain)

(shouting angrily)

(crowd shouting angrily)

(breathing heavily)

J‘J‘

(shouting continues)

MAN:
Death to the queen!

J‘ Hallelujah J‘

JGlorianaJ‘

J‘ Hallelujah J‘

IGloriana, hallelujahJ

J‘ Hallelujah. J‘