All language subtitles for The.Young.Victoria.2009.720p.Bluray.x264.anoXmous_eng

Guard, royal salute.

Present arms!

Some people are born
more fortunate than others.

Such was the case with me.

But as a child,
I was convinced of quite the opposite.

What little girl does not dream
of growing up as a princess?

But some palaces are not at all
what you'd think.

Even a palace can be a prison.

Mama never explained why
she would have someone taste my food,

why I couldn't attend school
with other children,

or read popular books.

When my father died, Mama and her adviser
Sir John Conroy created rules.

He said they were for my protection.

And he called it the Kensington System.

I could not sleep in a room without Mama,

or even walk downstairs
without holding the hand of an adult.

I learned the reason for all this
when I was 11.

My uncle William was the King of England,

yet he and his three brothers
could boast only one living child.

And that was me.

Sir John's dream was that
the King would die

and there would be a Regency

where my mother would rule England,
and he would rule my mother.

So I began to dream of the day
when my life would change

and I might be free.

And I prayed for the strength
to meet my destiny.

I will be good.

God save the Queen! God save the Queen!
God save the Queen!

- Sign it.
- Are you sure

- that we're doing the right thing?
- We've waited long enough.

Now, for the last time,
you will sign this order.

I will not sign it.

- I say you will!
- And I say I will not!

- How dare you, you...
- Sir John.

- We were just...
- It's time for the Princess's medicine.

- Shall I?
- I'll do it.

Well, if you're sure.

- Good night, mein Liebling.
- Good night, Mama.

How are you, my love?

I've received a letter from England.

My sister says Victoria won't sign
the order for her Regency.

And why would she sign it?

The Princess is nearly 18.
Why would she sign away her own powers?

Because she's an ignorant baby.

Because she needs guidance and time
to prepare for her role as Queen.

Until then,
my sister will take her place as Regent.

Sir John Conroy would be Regent.

Unfortunately, the Duchess is controlled
by her controller.

It may be in Your Majesty's interests

to consider abandoning
Conroy and your sister

before it's too late,
and support the future Queen instead.

Of course, the Duchess won't like it.

Baron, I was born the younger son
of a penniless duke.

Now I'm King of the Belgians.

Such journeys are not managed
without hard decisions.

Besides, who controls a young girl most?

Now go to Germany
and finish my nephew's training.

Albert!

I suppose you want to walk with me
this afternoon.

Really? Just the two of us alone?
What would Mama say?

Hold still or I'll never get your nose right.

I give up. I give up.

You are impossible. You are impossible.

You are impossible.

Victoria? Your mother's waiting.

Come on. Dash!

- Where is the Duchess?
- In the drawing room, Your Royal Highness.

It will take them three days
to arrive by coach from Coburg.

Dashy.

- How did you come downstairs?
- I walked.

- Not alone?
- No. Not alone. Lehzen was with me.

- And she held your hand?
- She did.

- Though why she still has to is just...
- She still has to,

because not everyone in England
wishes you well.

Put the book down, please.

Dashy.

England is the key to peace in Europe.

Your uncle's throne is six years old
and born of civil war.

He only took the crown of Belgium
because England pledged her support.

And if he's to survive, he must have
English force at his disposal.

Favorite novels?

English. Always English.

She has not read many novels.
They were forbidden until last year.

- But she did like...
- The Bride of Lammermoor.

- By?
- Sir Walter Scott.

- Other recreations?
- Drawing. The famous dolls, of course.

Piano. Music, generally.

Though it's hard to believe
she knows a little Schubert.

Never mind Schubert.
She likes modern composers.

Is she permitted the theater?

- Only the opera and ballet.
- And which opera does she like best?

Norma?

I Puritani!

In order to maintain control
over Princess Victoria,

Sir John and the Duchess keep her away
from King William's court.

Thus, when she does make
a public appearance,

her mere presence causes quite a stir.

You must win her favor
before anyone else has the chance.

You still don't look well.
Maybe we should go away for August.

No, Mama.

What do you mean, "no"?

We've already missed the Queen's birthday.
We will not miss the King's.

We've accepted. We're going.

Really, Victoria, don't issue orders to me.
I'm not a servant.

Well, you've already disobeyed
about the extra rooms. That's enough.

Are we to live like rabbits,
crammed in a hutch?

We do live in a palace, Mama.
We're a lot better off than most people.

The rooms which I took were empty.

Keeping us out of them was almost immoral.

- That's what John says.
- I knew he'd have a part in it.

My dearest child,
he only wants what's best for you.

I wish you could believe that.

I've invited the Coburg brothers
to come and stay.

- You ought to know them better than you do.
- Why?

Because you should.

Uncle Leopold thinks it's a good idea.

If you stick one more pin in me,
I swear I will call the guard.

Your first visit will be the most important.
We cannot have any mistakes.

And always remember, you're first a Coburg.

The King of the Belgians is a Coburg.

The King of Portugal is a Coburg.

The Queen of England's mother is a Coburg,
and you are the next piece in the game.

Now go to England and make her smile.

Is this all the luggage?

- What if she wants to dance?
- It's your first visit. She won't.

Bring that through.

Your Serene Highnesses,
I bid you welcome to England.

Thank you.

I'm Sir John Conroy,
controller of the Duchess's household.

This way, please.

The Duchess is in the drawing room.

- May I present her Royal...
- Hello.

I'm Ernest, Ma'am. This is my brother, Albert.

I hope we haven't interrupted your studies.

No, not at all. How was yourjourney?

Long, but not too bad.

And we had plenty of books to keep us busy.

As matter of fact, I passed the time
reading The Bride ofLammermoor.

By Sir Walter Scott.

Yes.

Do you want to come and meet Mama?

Of the modern composers,
I suppose Vincenzo Bellini is my favorite.

What a coincidence. So is mine.
Which of his operas do you enjoy most?

No, wait, let me guess. I Puritani?

- As a matter of fact, yes.
- I used to like it, too. Now I prefer Norma.

Dashy, go fetch it. Fetch it, Dash.

Have I offended you in some way?

No.

And Schubert.

I like Schubert.

I think perhaps you don't, but I do.

I don't mind Schubert.

Good.

Do you ever feel like a chess piece yourself?

In a game being played against your will?

- Do you?
- Constantly.

I see them leaning in
and moving me round the board.

The Duchess and Sir John?

Not just them. Uncle Leopold.

The King. I'm sure half the politicians
are ready to seize hold of my skirts

and drag me from square to square.

Then you had better master
the rules of the game

until you play it better than they can.

You don't recommend I find a husband
to play it for me?

I should find one to play it with you,
not for you.

Why don't we ring for some music
and then we could dance?

I've recently discovered the waltz
and I am quite in love with it.

Waltzing is not really my forte.

Oh, dear.

What a shame.

You know the King wants me
to marry my cousin George.

What's he like at chess?

Victoria.

It's all right, Lehzen. Albert can take me up.

You'll have to hold my hand. Mama insists.
I hope you don't mind.

Not in the least.

What did you want to say?

Only that I understand more than you think
of what your life is.

Do you?

My childhood wasn't easy, either.
I lost my mother when I was a boy.

- I know. She died.
- No. That is, she did die. Eventually.

But she was sent away long before that.

There was some difficulty...

It was all hushed up
and no one talks of it now.

But I know what it is to live alone,
inside your head,

while never giving a clue
as to your real feelings.

- Did Uncle Leopold ask you to tell me that?
- No. He actually told me never to mention it.

Well, how little he knows me.

May I write to you?

I expect you'll miss the princes
when they're gone, Ma'am.

Don't be impertinent.

Those boys pester you.

Please, Lehzen.
You don't think I've come this far

to walk straight into anotherjail, do you?

You must marry one day.

Well, I don't see why.

And if I do, I shall please myself.

Not Mama or Uncle Leopold or the King
or anyone else. Trust me.

- Must I?
- Yes, you must.

Be on your guard.

We are going to Windsor
for my uncle's birthday party.

- In the castle of the enemy.
- Your enemy, Sir John. Not mine.

- Agree to nothing.
- What should I say about the rooms?

You needed the space.
Appeal to the Queen, it's ridiculous.

I wish you were coming with us.

You're very intent, Baroness.
Are you making a study of me?

Someone should.

Present Prime Minister?

Melbourne.

Lord Melbourne.

The Liberal leader
who'll probably be in power

when the Princess succeeds.

- He may be troublesome.
- Why?

Because he puts the interests of England
above those of Europe.

Which is bad?

Which is not useful to us.

And he wouldn't spill
one drop of English blood

to save a foreign throne.

The Viscount Melbourne.

But why would he want to save
a foreign throne

if it wasn't in England's interest?

That is just the kind of thinking
your Uncle Leopold is afraid of.

Which is why he's content to find his niece
is the future Queen of England.

The Duke of Wellington.

In the public mind, the leader
of the Conservative Opposition

is their pet hero, Napoleon's conqueror,
the grand old Duke of Wellington.

- But not in fact.
- No.

- You look in very good health, Sir.
- Thank you, Sir.

- I wish I was. Enjoy the meal.
- Thank you.

The next Tory Prime Minister
will be Sir Robert Peel.

And Lady Peel.

Which side does Victoria favor?

She's a Liberal.

Above all, she favors Lord Melbourne.

And he'll take full advantage of it.

Her Royal Highness,
Princess Victoria of Kent.

Her Royal Highness, the Duchess of Kent.
The Lady Flora Hastings.

Hello, Uncle.

Look at that demure little head.

And all of us wondering what's inside it.

We'll find out soon enough.

Lord Melbourne
will make her fall in love with him.

It's his method.

Don't underestimate Victoria.

Don't underestimate Melbourne.

My dearest niece,

aren't you going to greet
your cousin George?

Good evening, George.

How can my little niece and nephew
have grown up so when I wasn't looking?

Whereas you are quite unchanged
and as handsome as ever.

If I put my head very close to yours
and speak softly,

they'll suspect us of hatching a plot.

Yes. If I look a little surprised,
well, then they'll know it.

I wish we saw more of you.
But then, nor you nor I are to blame for that.

The plain fact is, Madam,
you have stolen 17 rooms.

One cannot steal a room, Sir.

The rooms are where you left them.

Now, they are used,
whereas before they were empty.

I see. So I have no say in my own palaces?

Why not move in here
and bring your Irish tinker with you?

The Queen and I will be happy enough
in the lodge!

So would I be, Sir,

if I thought that people there
would be polite to me.

- How dare you talk...
- Enough.

You have exhausted the topic.

You heard Conroy tried to force

the Princess Victoria's agreement
to a Regency.

I gather she wouldn't sign it,
sick as she was.

That says something of the girl's spirit.

Your next birthday will be quite a landmark.

I hope it means
we'll see more of you at Court.

I hope so, too, Lord Melbourne.

You know, should you ever need an ally,
you have one in me.

A Prime Minister has more important calls
upon his time.

Not at all. I knew the late Duke of Kent.
Naturally, I take an interest in his daughter.

You knew my father?

Yes.

- I'm sorry. Is it difficult to speak of him?
- No.

I love to hear from someone who knew him.
For I never did, you see.

Well...

He was a great gentleman.
Of that you can be sure.

Indeed I am.

Excellent company, like his brother,
the Regent, but not quite so extravagant.

And kind like his brother, the King.

But perhaps not so talkative.

Well, you make him sound
as though he were the best of them.

I think so, Ma'am.

Your leader is hard at work, Duchess.

You see him hover with his net
to catch the pretty butterfly.

And when your party is back in power, Duke,
will you not do the same?

Not nearly as well as Melbourne.
Unfortunately, I have no small talk.

Peel has no manners.

And I would have a hard time
praising her father.

The most brutal officer I ever encountered.

I thank you all for your good wishes
on my birthday.

It has been a long life
and an interesting one.

But I shall be content
with only a short while more.

Just enough

to dispense with any thought of a Regency.

So that I may pass the Royal authority

directly to that young lady.

And not to the hands
of a person now near me

who is surrounded by evil advisers.

And who cannot act with propriety
in the station in which she's been placed!

I have been insulted,
grossly and continually insulted.

She has kept her daughter,
my brother's child,

from my Court.

But from now on,
I'd have her know that I am King.

And I will not be flouted or disobeyed by her

or by that jackanapes she keeps about her!

Are you all right?

Families. Who'd be without them?

Are you listening?

What?

Well?

It was a messenger, Ma'am,
and you do have a letter,

but it's not from Germany. It's from the King.

So it is. Thank you, Watson.

Don't you see what he wants?

He increases my income once I'm 18
and he asks to see me at Court.

What is wrong with that?

The King wants to separate you
from your mother.

He wants to control you.

To take you from those
whose sole aim is trying to protect you!

There's no need to shout, Sir John.

I'm sure the people of London will find out
our business soon enough

without hearing it from your lips.

Tell her. Make her understand.

What Sir John means is that you are
unprepared for the task ahead of you.

- And if I am, whose fault is that?
- You're too young. You've no experience.

You're like a china doll
walking over a precipice.

Well, then I must smash.
For it's too late to mend my ways now.

- So, if you'll excuse me.
- But I will not excuse you.

Now, this is what you will do.

First, you will refuse the money

and demand instead
that it be given to your mother.

Next, you will appoint me
your private secretary, from today.

Finally, you will agree to be co-Regent
with the Duchess until your 25th birthday.

Neither she nor I will accept less.

You may do what you like with the money.

Now get out of my way!

And if you think that I will ever forget
that you just stood by silent

and you watched him treat me thus,
you are dreaming.

Is there no limit to this disobedience?

Mark my words,
the reign of King Conroy is coming.

My poor sister-in-law. What is the hold
that wicked man has over her?

What about her uncle in Brussels?
Could he not be of some assistance?

King Leopold is as slippery
as a barrel full of eels.

If he did dislodge Conroy, it'd only be
to tighten his own grip on the girl.

Mightn't there be some benefit
if I pay Princess Victoria a visit

before Conroy has a chance to usurp her?

Very well.

Lord, in your mercy, get me past May.

That way she'll be of age
and will have killed off the Regency, at least.

I tell you, Lord Melbourne,
his behavior to me makes it impossible

to keep him in any post near my person.
Any post whatever.

You don't think it more dangerous
to cut him loose?

I know things that mean
I could never have confidence in him.

Now I see I must endure Lady Flora.

Mama can hardly appear at Court
without a lady-in-waiting,

but I draw the line at Conroy.

And once I am Queen,
I do not wish to look upon his face again.

Well, we can't prevent the Duchess

from keeping him
in charge of her own affairs.

That will be her mistake, not mine.

My dear Victoria, when I think...

Dearest Victoria, if ever you should need...

What? Like a vulture?
To hover at the edge until the King is dead?

And, Ma'am,

you needn't worry.

I'll be your private secretary.

For now, at least.

Thank you, Lord Melbourne.
That is a great comfort to me.

Ernest, English, please.

When he is dead,

there'll be more than one vulture
to contend with.

We should consider the new appointments.
Your ladies-in-waiting, and so forth.

Perhaps the Duchess of Sutherland
for Mistress of the Robes?

I don't really know her.

Well, as to that, Ma'am,
she's a dear friend of mine.

You'll enjoy her enormously.

I should be lost without your guidance.
I hope you know how grateful I am.

I'll draw up a list.

What is it? Don't you like her?

Yes, I like her.

More than I dared hope.

But it's not up to me, is it?

What do you call a man
who waits for a rich woman

to decide whether or not she wants him?

Then why not tell her how you feel?

My dear Victoria,

these days will be full of sadness
since I know the King is dear to you.

Will you allow me to offer my support,
albeit at a distance?

If I cannot be with you,
then I pray you will hear my voice

in the music that I send.

You know my love of Schubert.

This is his Swan Song,
and I play it with you in my heart.

Is he ready?

Well, he may be, but she isn't.

Let her enjoy succession
and the freedom it'll bring.

We must wait for disillusion
and the loneliness that follows.

Victoria.

You must come now.

Long live the Queen.

I'm going back to bed.

I imagine Lord Melbourne
will be here quite early.

Lehzen, would you make sure
he has everything he needs

if I'm not ready to receive him?

Of course, Your Royal... Your Majesty.

Victoria, wait.

- I will hold your hand.
- No. Thank you, Mama.

And Lehzen, in the morning
could you arrange

for my bed to be moved
into a room of my own?

- Surely, there's no need for...
- As soon as possible, Lehzen.

The Council is assembled, Your Majesty.

Her Majesty the Queen.

"It is with a sense of reverence and honor
that I address you, my Privy Councilors,

"as your Sovereign and Queen.

"I mourn sincerely the death
of my dear uncle, the King.

"But I know I may count on you
to serve me as loyally as you served him."

I am young, but I am willing to learn.

And I mean to devote my life
to the service of my country and my people.

I look for your help in this.

I know I shall not be disappointed.

Thank you.

She starts on your watch, Lord Melbourne.

Guard her well and keep her safe from harm.

As a matter of interest,
will a time come when I read them first?

You'll enjoy this.

She has a real flair for description.

Present arms!

Dearest Albert. On Tuesday,
I went to inspect Buckingham Palace.

It is onlyjust finished, and I shall be
the very first sovereign to live there.

As I stepped out of the carriage,
for the first time in my life I felt freedom.

- Splendid, is it not?
- Yes.

You'll have to decide on a husband soon.

What about Leopold's candidate?

I can't marry the man they want me to marry.

Every suitor will come with strings attached.

Can't I be my own mistress for a while?
Haven't I earned it?

Dear Lord M., he's so very kind.
I couldn't have asked for a better tutor.

You may dream of independence,
but you won't get it.

From now on, everyone will push you
and pull you for their own advantage.

Melbourne more than the rest.

Just remember you are the Queen.
He's a politician.

And politicians, whatever their creed,
always resent a monarchy.

They pass through. You stay.

So just keep dear Lord M.
In his proper sphere.

He's already chosen the new household.

About my ladies-in-waiting...

Yes, I'll have a list brought over to you
later today. They've all accepted.

Only my aunt advised me not to be
too partisan in my choice.

With respect, Your Majesty,
I think I understand these things

- at least as well as the Queen Dowager.
- I know that, of course.

And we want our friends around us,
of course, surely, as we begin our labors.

We don't want to find Sir John Conroy
sneaking his feet back under the table.

No. Not if we have to line up
every friend we both possess.

Well quite, Ma'am.

It's very cold in here.
Why haven't they lit the fires?

Well, it seems the fires are laid
by the Lord Steward's department,

but lit by the Lord Chamberlain's.

And no one knows which footman
should do it. It's not very sensible.

Well, if that's the way things are done,
I shouldn't meddle.

We must improve where we can.

If I've discovered anything
from touring England,

- it's the suffering that needs my help.
- Never try to do good, Your Majesty.

It always leads to terrible scrapes.

Lord Melbourne, that is not
what is preached from the pulpit.

No, it's not,
and that's exactly why I never go to church.

One always hears
the most extraordinary things.

I've made no promise to him.

But sometimes I feel quite alone
in the world.

Never while I'm here, Your Majesty.

Lord Melbourne is akin to a miracle.

He has proved to be most generous
and sensitive,

quite wondrous in a politician.

Someone I trust and hold dear.

He is the best company imaginable.

Sometimes we laugh so much,
it is as if we were naughty children.

Albert, I so look forward to the day
when you can know and value him as I do.

Yours affectionately, Victoria.

Plenty of praise for Lord Melbourne
and not much of anything else.

- "Everything comes to he who waits."
- And if nothing comes, what then?

You've played with me, Baron.

And now it is enough.

I'm going back to England.

There must be a reason
if you wish to visit Her Majesty.

Then find me a reason.

So, are you going to propose?

What? What am I supposed to think?

You're going to London
to enjoy the weather?

I'm going to spend some time with her,
that's all.

Besides, I am forbidden.

It has to come from her, apparently.

So I could not propose, even if I wanted to.

And do you want to?

Please hold still.
I'm afraid I always find noses a challenge.

Am I permitted to talk?

Yes, but you can't move.

There's nothing to rival an English garden.

Of all my life in Kensington,
it's the only part I'll miss.

But the gardens
at Buckingham Palace surely...

You're moving.

Now you're smiling.

Impossible. You're worse than him.

I believe we have a duty
to those in need of our protection.

It is the business of every sovereign

to champion the dispossessed,
for no one else will.

Take housing. May I show you?

Industry is expanding so fast that people are
not considering where the workers will live.

But I've been experimenting.
By building these in units of two,

you can build safe, clean homes
for two families for less than the cost...

I'm sorry. I don't mean to preach.

No, there's no need to apologize
for being passionate.

It seems I have a lot to learn.

With all my duties,
and I do take them very seriously.

- I know you do.
- But there are plenty of people

who will expect me to fail.

And there are even more trying to take
advantage of my youth and inexperience.

Then they don't know you like I do.

May I keep this?

So, remember, the first thing is to find
an anchor point.

So, take your hand back
to beneath your chin.

Good. This is where it will come every time.
Now, release the bow.

Your hand must cover the leather, like this.

Then make a firm claw.
One finger, two fingers.

- A claw.
- Yes, and back to beneath the chin.

And bend this arm slightly.
Rotate to catch the arrow.

Good. Very good.

Now, try with an arrow.

- He's still here?
- At my mother's insistence.

Certainly not mine.

Where am I to live?

Am I to be abandoned here?

Or am I to beg along the highways
for a crust?

Come now. You will move into the palace
with the Queen.

But she's arranged
a separate apartment for you.

It will allow you both more privacy.

I don't want privacy from my own child.

Surely to exclude us entirely will launch
the new reign in a cloud of scandal.

I know your game, My Lord.

You want to be her father,
her mother and who knows what else.

If I'm not to be her private secretary,
there must be something else.

I'm sorry.

I can see that I am not speaking clearly.

You have played the game and lost.

- The Prime Minister is here, Your Majesty.
- Thank you, Duchess.

Have I ever thanked you properly
for accepting the post?

I'm afraid it will involve
a good deal of inconvenience.

To be Mistress of the Robes
is a great honor, Ma'am.

- I'm only anxious to prove worthy of it.
- My Lord Melbourne thinks you'll be perfect.

How is Albert's visit going?

He writes that Victoria
is still under Melbourne's control.

The Prince is frustrated.

Then he must stay in England

until the Queen thinks more of him
than she does of Melbourne.

Queen Elizabeth never married.
It didn't spoil things for her.

Are you familiar with the Coronation Chair
and the ancient Stone of Scone?

Familiar, yes.

But quite in awe.

I'm terribly afraid of disappointing
on the day. I so want to do it perfectly.

Just be yourself.

Your instincts are always to your credit.

Yes, I'm sorry, Ma'am, they're preparing
the abbey for the ceremony. I'm...

I'm told they asked permission
for a glimpse of Your Majesty.

Don't be sorry.

God bless, Your Majesty.

I do want to help them, whatever you say.

And not just the laboring poor,
but the hungry and the homeless.

There are people who are lost.
Whose business is it to see to their welfare?

Well, in my experience, Ma'am, it's best
to let these things develop naturally.

If you interfere, you risk overturning the cart.

Well, Prince Albert doesn't agree.

He's made a study
of the working man's condition.

He's full to the brim
with ideas for their improvement.

Is he indeed?

How inspiring.

Well, good. He sounds like a young man
ready to take charge at the first opportunity.

Then you had better master
the rules of the game

until you play it better than they can.

Are you quite sure about that, Ma'am?

Make your move.

Well?

You may not accompany me
to the Proclamation Ceremony.

You may not attend the Coronation.

Perfect.

You are unprepared.

You've no experience. You're too young.

Then they don't know you like I do.

Don't look so surprised.

A Queen has many different duties.

Well, it's heartening to see
she won't neglect the least of them.

Even on Coronation Day.

- I don't think Dash would allow it.
- Try to get some rest before the ball.

I will.

Since I firmly intend to dance until dawn.

Her Majesty the Queen.

Are you sure this is wise?

It's been quite a day. Are you tired?

Oh, no. Well, not... Not really. It's just...
Well, I'm stronger than I look.

How much longer are you in London?

Only until Friday.

Then home via Brussels.
Uncle Leopold must have his report.

Oh, dear, I have a quadrille
with the Prince of Prussia next.

My poor little toes.
I feel sorry for them already.

Your Majesty.

I've had a letter from King Leopold.

He proposes extending
this visit of Prince Albert.

And what have you answered?

Nothing yet.

Well, perhaps you should tell your uncle

you need to focus on your new duties
right now.

Thank you for being my messenger.
I hope I've given my uncle enough detail.

You can fill in anything that I've missed or...

- Well, he takes a great interest in you.
- Yes. Don't I know it.

You should see the questions
he asks by every letter.

It's like this never-ending examination.

Lord Melbourne calls him this...

What about Lord Melbourne?

Nothing.

The French Ambassador is here, Ma'am.

Right.

I wish you a good journey.

Victoria?

I would so like to be useful to you.

If there's ever an opportunity.

I know you would.

But not yet.

Have you read this?

No, Sir.

It seems she does not think it appropriate
to discuss politics

in our otherwise delightful correspondence.

- Which was dictated by Melbourne.
- Damn it!

Do something.

I can't get past Melbourne for now.

Then get him past Melbourne!

Get him into her bed!

My dear Victoria,
Uncle Leopold is full of ideas

of how you and I
may spend more time together.

And I must say I hope that some of them,
at least, will come to pass.

Dear Albert, you've been keeping secrets.

When did you learn to dance so beautifully?

Lord M. Assures me the next several months

will be particularly grueling and busy
for me as a new Queen,

thus I am not certain
when I shall see you again.

I look forward to your every letter

enjoying the detail of life in Germany
and wishing to share more.

Yours affectionately, Victoria.

This quite inoffensive little game

can turn into an effective weapon.

Lord Melbourne says
French doctors kill their patients.

English ones just let them die.

- I rather thought he might be here tonight.
- No, he's thrown me over for Lady Holland.

- I expect Your Majesty will miss him.
- Not too severely. He'll be back tomorrow.

No, no, no, I meant when he's out of power.

What?

Well, only... I don't wish to crow,

but I thought it was common knowledge
that he's about to lose the vote.

I thought you were in your bedroom.

Never mind.

You won't desert me, will you?

Never.

Every one of your ladies is the wife
of a friend of Lord Melbourne.

Surely you can see how that looks.

You should not set such store
by appearances, Sir Robert.

I'm only asking for a token, Ma'am.

For two ladies, maybe even one
who supports my cause.

Otherwise it must seem as if Palace
and Parliament have fallen out.

I want to go in.

I beg your pardon, Ma'am,
but Her Majesty is with the Prime Minister

and cannot be disturbed.

But that will not apply to her mother.

I'm very sorry, Ma'am.

Let me understand you.

Are you telling me it is now
the Prime Minister

who selects my household?

- Has the law changed in this regard?
- No, no, of course not, Ma'am...

Well, then there cannot be much more
to be said on the subject.

Good day, Sir Robert.

Could you please ask Lady Portman
to come in as you leave?

Yes, Ma'am.

I wonder if you could have
a note delivered to Lord Melbourne.

Of course, Ma'am.

Mrs. Melbourne!

- Good God, what are we coming to?
- Who was it? I didn't see.

The Duchess of Montrose.

That's the end to her career at Court, I hope.

If I ban everyone who thinks me wrong,
you and I will be alone in the ballroom.

With sorrow, I must inform the House

that I have been unable
to persuade the Queen

that her ladies should not solely adhere
to the views of my political opponents.

I have therefore informed Her Majesty

that I am not qualified to form a government
if I do not enjoy her confidence.

Mr. Speaker, are we to understand
that the great Sir Robert Peel

has been frightened off
by a few frilly petticoats?

Prime Minister.

Mr. Speaker, what frightens me
is to see the Crown

used as a shuttlecock
in the game of politics.

Which, apparently, Lord Melbourne
plays better than you, Sir.

Order!

- Constitutional Crisis!
- Order!

Queen flouts Prime Minister!

Threat to bring down Tory Government!

- Order!
- Constitutional Crisis!

You should be ashamed of yourself, Sir.

If the Queen has been foolish,
she can plead her youth.

You are old enough to know better.

What troubles you is that Lord Melbourne
is Prime Minister again.

I do hate a bad loser.

We're all losers in this, Sir.
Most especially the Queen.

You have to understand
you reign by right of Parliament,

- and you must work with the voters' choice.
- Well, Lord Melbourne says...

Lord Melbourne says what suits his interest.

He has used you to punish his enemies

without a thought
for the damage to the Crown.

The Queen is in the clutches
of Melbourne the Great Seducer!

And when he is silent,
who does she listen to?

Her German mother.

I'm glad he thinks I listen to Mama.

You are confusing stubbornness
with strength, my dear.

And I warn you,
the people will not like you for it.

She's brought down a government
over a handful of ladies?

- Apparently.
- Then she's a fool.

No, she is not a fool,
but she has listened to a fool.

Then she had better change her adviser,

or things will get worse
before they get better.

- Open the door.
- "Not all the water in the rough rude sea

"can wash the balm off
from an anointed king.

"The breath of worldly men

"cannot depose the deputy
elected by the Lord.

"For every man..."

- Sir John, what on Earth are you doing here?
- I must speak to the Queen.

You know that's quite impossible.

"Welcome, My Lord.
How far off lies your power?"

An armed man has been found
in the gardens.

What?

He said he wished to harm the Queen.

"...discomfort guides my tongue
and bids me speak of nothing but..."

They think I have interfered in matters
that do not concern me.

It'll pass, Ma'am. You'll see.

My dear Victoria,
while these days may feel endless,

please do not lose faith in yourself
or your people.

We are all allowed to make mistakes,

most especially when we have
looked to others for guidance.

The storm still rages
outside the palace walls.

I wonder now if everyone was right.

Perhaps I am too young
and inexperienced for my position.

Open your mind, examine your choices,

and your honesty
will take you through the storm.

I promise that you can do this work
and do it well.

You have courage and heart
and you said yourself,

you're stronger than you look.

A letter from your mother.

My dearest child,

you will not let me come to you,
and that I may deserve.

But however you resent me,
however I have failed,

I am still and always your mother.

What troubles you, troubles me.
What pleases you, pleases me.

I love you.

And my only prayer is that one day
you will understand how much.

Good night, mein Liebling, your own Mama.

My dearest Albert,

you asked me once
if you could be of help to me.

And I so proud and confident
of my great powers replied, "Not yet."

But since that day, so much has changed.

I'm not forgiven yet.

Not yet, but soon.

Just wait for unseasonal weather
or the news of some elopement,

and it'll all be forgotten.

You don't have a very high opinion
of ordinary people, do you, Lord Melbourne?

With respect, I have lived longer
than Your Majesty.

I said once I didn't understand

whose task it was
to see to the public welfare.

Ma'am, in my lifetime,

I have seen with my own eyes

what happens when the rabble
is empowered and...

Lord Melbourne,
I want a report on living conditions.

On parish benefits, housing, all of it.

And by the end of the month.

And one more thing,
I have invited Prince Albert for another visit.

Very good, Your Majesty.

When you get there,
don't be a spy or Uncle Leopold's puppet.

It's your life, Albert.
Live it for yourself and for Victoria.

Our uncle wouldn't thank you for that.

I don't care.

- I should've worn the red.
- You look beautiful, Your Majesty.

His Serene Highness Prince Albert
of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha, Your Majesty.

I only just got your note.

I was riding.

Sit, please.

- The park is marvelous.
- I'm so pleased you like it.

I do want you to feel quite at home.

I'm sure you are aware
why I wished you to come here.

Because it would make me
happier than anything.

Too happy, really,
if you would agree to what I wish.

- And stay with you?
- And stay with me.

- And marry you?
- And marry me.

Wilt thou have this woman
to be thy wedded wife,

to live together after God's ordinance

- in the holy estate of matrimony?
- I will.

Now I am quite married.

You know, when we're old

and surrounded by our children,

we will remember this
as the day our lives began.

Not too surrounded, please.

And not too soon.

I should warn you that I am expecting
a very large family.

- Good morning, wife.
- Good morning.

Have you woken Her Majesty?

- No, Ma'am.
- Don't you think you should?

No, Ma'am. Not this morning, I don't.

Let's take a little tour together
and visit Scotland.

I hear if any part of Britain is like Germany,
it's the Highlands of Scotland.

Yes, we must. One day.

No. I mean straightaway. Now.

- Now?
- Only for a few weeks.

You're a bride.
They can't expect you back before that.

Dearest, I may be a bride,
but I'm also a Queen.

I cannot be away
for more than three days at the most.

- What are you doing?
- Well, if we've only got three days...

So tell me, will the weather be this fine
for all of the three days?

Yes.

Albert! Where are you going?

- But, seriously, is it always like this?
- Yes.

We will take care of each other, won't we?

Always.

How changeable they are.

They hate you. They love you.
They hate you.

They punished her. They never hated her.

And now she's a bride and back on top.

Until the next mistake.

What on Earth have I done with my life?

I had many gifts, you know.

As a boy, I was tipped for success.

You have served me well.

Yes. What is that?

Dear Albert,

why haven't you responded
to my last two letters?

I must be kept informed of your progress.

I need help, England's help.

And you must and will secure it for me.

Never forget that you are first a Coburg.

Your Uncle Leopold.

What is it?

Just a question for Lord M.

Could I help?

Lt'll keep.

Why are these windows so dirty?
I can hardly see out.

Same as the fires, I'm afraid.

The departments can't agree to wash
inside and out at the same time.

- Then why don't we do something about it?
- I quite agree.

Because that's the way things are done here,

and it's worked well for many years.

And, meanwhile, we live
in a filthy, freezing house.

We live as guests of the Queen.

Thank you, Baroness,
for reminding me that I am a guest here.

Let him go.

How is Albert settling in?

Why? What have you heard?

He says he wants to reorganize
the way the palaces are run.

Well, then, for heaven's sake, let him.

He says that Lord Melbourne controls me,

and he says that Lehzen controls me.

It seems that everyone controls me
except him.

A man who has no work becomes ridiculous.

And a poor man with a rich wife
must work twice as hard as anyone else.

Besides, you have chosen well.

My uncle William chose well.

You did not take on half his duties.

You don't know that.

You don't know what I did.

What is this for?

Your Royal Highness.

The Red Room Dinner Service, Sir.
For the officers guarding the King.

What king?

King George III, Sir.

And how often do we provide this dinner
for a king who has been dead for 20 years?

Every night, Sir.

I cannot believe I'm being subjected
to this interrogation.

You're not being subjected
to anything, Sir John.

You have been in charge
of the Duchess's finances for many years.

Indeed, you have made public statements
testifying to their health.

- Yes, I have.
- I am so grateful.

All I am asking is that you
will be so good as to tell us

exactly where the money has gone.

Are you sure?

Congratulations, Ma'am.

I'm so happy.

Heavens, Mama, don't crush me.

You'll let me know at once
if there's anything you need.

You're not going already?

Well, I cannot leave too soon
for my daughter.

Anyway, I have a lot on my mind.

Something I could help with?

Congratulations.

Your Highness.

There's your opening,
if you'll take my advice.

Lord Melbourne, forgive me,

but you seem to have confused me
with a member of your club.

I am not your drinking companion,
nor your whist partner.

I am the husband of your Sovereign.

And as such, I will make my own decisions.

And I neither seek nor invite your advice.

Good evening.

So.

- Are you discussing names?
- We're discussing her health.

He writes that he'd prefer
not to talk politics in his letters,

but only to discuss news of the family.

I have planned this marriage for 20 years.

And now I'm supposed to accept
that I've failed!

On the contrary, Your Majesty.
We must accept it.

The birds have flown.

Your Majesty.

I've been boring Sir Robert and the Duke
with my ideas for encouraging the arts.

- Does Sir Robert care for such frivolity?
- I have many interests, Ma'am.

And my government would support
the Prince's plans wholeheartedly.

Your government? What government is this?

I meant if I should be fortunate enough
to form another government, Ma'am.

And when he does,
there'll be no repeat of the old problem.

Some of your ladies
have already agreed to resign.

And Sir Robert will ask
for no more change than that.

Thank you, Sir Robert.

How dare you speak to me in that way
before them?

How dare you talk across me
as if I were a child?

- I did no such thing.
- Oh, no?

Well, you've sorted this, you've sorted that.

You and Sir Robert, you and the Duke,
and all without reference to me.

Victoria, I thought you'd be pleased.

I will tell you what you thought.
You thought that I was a woman.

To be petted and passed over and ignored!

Would it were so simple,

then we might avoid more scandals
of your making.

- Have you lost your mind?
- Do you wonder at it?

Less than three years on the throne
and you and your precious Melbourne

have pushed this monarchy
to the brink of an abyss.

I've told you before, and I will tell you again.

You are my husband here, and that is all.

And that is quite enough, believe me.

I will not have my role usurped.

I wear the Crown.

And if there are mistakes,
they will be my mistakes.

And no one else will make them.
No one, not even you.

I'm leaving before you excite yourself
and harm the child.

You will go when I dismiss you.

I am your Queen,
and I am telling you to stay.

Good night, Victoria.

You may not go. You may not go.

I order you to stay here in this room. Albert!

Guard, royal salute.

Present arms!

There is no need for you to accompany me.

I've said I'll come with you,
so I will come with you.

For pity's sake, smile, woman.
Anyone would think we'd quarreled.

Don't talk to me.

There's nothing more I can do here.
The Prince needs rest.

Your Majesty.

I'm so sorry.

I thought I was going to lose you.

I don't think he was a very good shot.

Why did you do it? You're so stupid.
Why did you do it?

I had two very good reasons.

First, I am replaceable and you are not.

You're not replaceable to me.

Second,

you're the only wife I've got
or ever will have.

You are my whole existence.

And I will love you until my last breath.

We're told the man was mad.

Is that reassuring? I can't decide.

May I be honest, Ma'am?

Even a politician can be honest sometimes.

My guidance

has not always been faultless,

and I'm sorry for it.

- But I speak to you now as a true friend.
- I know.

The Prince is a good man.

A better man than any of us knew.

I know he does not think as well of me.

My vanity is not the issue here.

He is able.

He is clever.

And he's faithful.

Let him share your work.

There is one task more
Your Majesty must face

if the Prince is to feel truly welcome here.

I needed her so much as a child.

I hope you don't mind.
I had your desk brought in.

- Don't I have a say in this?
- No.

Good morning, wife.

Good morning.

His Royal Highness Prince Albert.
Her Majesty the Queen.