All language subtitles for The.Crown.S04E05.720p.WEB.H264-GGWP

Finally, from London, under the heading
"Is Nobody Safe Anymore?"

a royal ruckus has started over the man
who had an audience with Queen Elizabeth,

uninvited and unannounced,

in the Queen's bedroom
in the middle of the night.

The man had cut himself on a broken window

and left bloodstains on the Queen's bed.

Yesterday's intruder
was able to get through

an elaborate system of electronic alarms,

as well as past palace guards and police.

The man was identified
as 30-year-old Michael Fagan.

A police investigation indicates
that Fagan climbed over a fence

into the 51-acre palace grounds
during the night.

He then reportedly climbed a drainpipe

and entered the royal quarters
through a window.

…and made his way
to the Queen's private bedroom

on the first floor.

For ten minutes, he sat talking
six feet away from the Queen.

Then he asked her for a cigarette.

According to his mother,
he spoke of a girlfriend called Elizabeth

living in SW1.

The incident
has shocked Britain and resulted

in a Scotland Yard investigation
of royal security.

Mrs. Thatcher made an urgent
return to the House of Commons today

ahead of a statement
from the home secretary.

The House will admire the calm way

in which Her Majesty responded
to what occurred.

The Queen
has carried on performing her duties

seemingly unperturbed, despite
the unprecedented and severe level

of threat that the intruder posed.

The incident left royal commentators
asking two questions.

"How on earth did he get in?"

and "What did they talk about?"

Mrs. Thatcher says

her government has a coherent
political agenda for many years ahead

to complete the transformation of Britain.

I'm saying that background,
where you come from, doesn't matter.

Because if you can prove yourself
to be of value to the economy,

if you can contribute,

if you can increase your own prosperity
for the good of others…

- Oh, fuck off!
- …then, jolly good luck to you.

Fuck off. Fuck off!

…go-getters who will create jobs,

the successful people,

the people who can show
they are determined to get ahead.

The prime minister's
stated goal is to reinvigorate the nation…

More travel and news after this.

- All right, mate?
- All right?

♪ But I know that this time
I have said too much ♪

♪ Been too unkind ♪

♪ I try to laugh about it ♪

♪ Cover it all up with lies ♪

Morning.

♪ I try to laugh about it ♪

♪ Hiding the tears in my eyes
'Cos boys ♪

♪ Don't cry ♪

♪ Boys don't cry ♪

Earlier today, the sinking of
the Argentine cruiser the General Belgrano

and the initial reports
of a possible 1,000 casualties

caused a distinct wavering

in the graph
of international support for Britain.

- Next.
- Next, please.

- Me again.
- Name?

Michael Fagan.

Any work in the past two weeks?

Every fortnight, I come here,

and every fortnight,
you ask me the same question.

Any work in the past two weeks?

I chaired the Olympic Committee,

then I did a few days

as secretary-general
of the United Nations.

Next.

Have you had any work
in the last two weeks?

What am I supposed to live on?
Fresh air?

- All right, take care.
- Catch you later.

We'll just bring the whole van,
we might as well.

Bill!

Hello, mate. How you doing?

- All right. You?
- Yeah, not bad.

Yeah. Have you still got that mate,
the, uh…

whatsit, the cash-in-hand fella?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
You looking for some work?

Whatever you have, I will take.

Whose brushes are these?

- They're anyone's. Just use 'em.
- Here he is!

All right, lads.
Let's get on with it. Sooner we finish,

- sooner we're in the pub.
- Cheers.

Twenty-eight beige. Twenty-eight beige.

Twenty-eight beige.

The color of my life.

I might just have
a glass of white wine.

- Hello!
- Hello, you all right?

What can I get ya?

What's the matter?

Michael's here.

Where?

Stay here.

What are you doing?
I told you never to come here.

- I need to talk to you about the flat.
- Not tonight, Michael.

How are the kids?

They're fine. Now go.

Who's that twat?

- Don't be rude.
- Who is he?

Someone who works for a living
and looks after your kids.

- Now go.
- He's a fucking twat.

You're a fucking twat!

- Michael, don't start.
- D'you want some?

- Maybe I do!
- Yeah?

- Please.
- Maybe you're not worth it.

Well,
maybe you haven't got any balls!

- Michael!
- No bollocks... Shut up!

Fucking balls? I've got balls.

Let me tell you something else.
She… She knows all about my balls.

That's enough
out of you, all right?

- Fucking do it!
- Don't start!

- Fucking come on and do it, then!
- Fucking go on, then!

Fucking do it, then! Fucking do it!

Wait! Michael, just go, will ya?

Who's looking after your fucking kids?

- You fucking twat!
- Just stop it!

Fucking do it, then!
Don't fucking know me, do ya?

You're fucking dead! Mug!

♪ Sing a little song
Wherever he be ♪

♪ 'Cause he's a monkey
'Cause he's a monkey ♪

♪ 'Cause he's a weedy-weedy
Tweedy-weedy monkey man ♪

♪ Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay ♪

- ♪ Them a-tell me ♪
- ♪ You huggin' up the big monkey man ♪

♪ Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay ♪

- ♪ Them a-tell me ♪
- ♪ You huggin' up the big monkey man ♪

Prime Minister.

I am very happy to say

that after the recapture
of South Georgia last week,

our forces have now escalated operations.

An RAF Vulcan
and accompanying support plane

have successfully carried out
bombing raids near the capital.

Any casualties?

None.

Enemy forces attempted to mount
a counterattack,

but one Argentine Canberra and one Mirage

were successfully shot down
by our Harriers.

I think we can confidently say
the tide has turned,

and the recapture of the Falkland Islands
is within reach.

The prime minister came to see me today.

- I hope you rolled out the red carpet.
- Why would I do that?

Everyone was against us
going to the Falklands,

but she believed we could pull it off,
and now victory's within sight.

Her victory.

She's finally doing what we've been
waiting years for someone to do.

Which is?

Lead this country firmly and decisively

after years of incompetence
and mismanagement.

She brought up the subject
of palace security again,

which infuriated me.

Why?

Do you want our walls
to be built even higher?

Or the public to stand ten feet
further back at engagements?

I take pleasure in meeting
members of the public

and have learnt so much from them.

You remember
the lesson Lord Altrincham taught us.

Twenty-five years ago, we were given
the advice to be more transparent.

Accessible.

To lower the drawbridge.

It doesn't feel right
to be pulling it up again.

Right. Gloves on.

We've identified and prepared

a few suitable members
of the general public for you to meet.

Mm-hmm. But no questions,
no actual conversation?

- No, ma'am.
- Right, let's get this over with.

I present Mr. and Mrs. Barrowclough,
ma'am.

- Hello.
- Your Majesty.

- What do you do?
- Health and safety officer.

I hope you don't find
many issues here today.

No, not at all.

Will you be in on Thursday?

Mrs. Wallace, vice president
of the Women's Institute…

Hello.
Do you still find time to bake cakes?

Oh yes!

I was brought up
by a Victorian grandmother.

We were taught to work jolly hard.

You were taught to improve yourself.
You were taught self-reliance.

- You were taught to live in your income.
- Next.

You were taught
that cleanliness was next to godliness.

- Me again.
- Name?

Uh, Bond. James Bond.

Any work in the past two weeks?

International espionage agent, you know.

Intelligence work.
Counterintelligence. Assassinations.

Twat.

I've got a question for you.
Who's your boss?

I wanna make a complaint.

If you feel you've been treated unfairly,
please speak to your member of Parliament,

who can refer you
to the Parliamentary Ombudsman.

Oh…

Ugh…

You know, you're the fucking twat.

Next!

While your process
with the rest of the economy

works its way through, then,

one of the consequences appears to be
very high unemployment,

unemployment which is rising.

No, it's…
Can I put it this way?

It's like a nurse
looking after an ill patient.

Which is the better nurse?

The one who smothers the patient
with sympathy,

"Never mind, dear. There, there.

You just lie back.
I'll bring you all your meals.

I'll bring your papers.
There, there. You just lie back.

I'll look after you"?

Or the nurse who says,
"Now come on. Just shake out of it.

I know you had an operation yesterday.

Time you put your feet to the ground
and took a few steps.

That's right, dear. That's right.

Now get back
and take a few more tomorrow"?

Which do you think is the better nurse?

I know which
sounds more like you, Mrs. Thatcher!

How can I help…

Mr. Fagan?

I wanted to talk to someone
about the system.

Which system?

This system. Britain.

What is it about the system
that bothers you?

Um, it's unfair…

and a disgrace.

It says here you're currently unemployed.
What do you do normally?

I'm a painter-decorator,

but there's not a lot of work
around recently.

Perhaps because
instead of investing in new homes,

which I could then paint and decorate,

devil woman here is spending it all
on a completely unnecessary war.

I have to tell you
that I fully support the war.

Do you know what it costs?

I know precisely.
The government has published the figures.

Why would you spend
over three billion pounds

on a war against total strangers

rather than looking after your own family?

Because the invasion
of the Falkland Islands

was an illegal act by a foreign power,

because General Galtieri is a criminal
and a fascist,

and because the Falkland Islanders
are British subjects

living on British sovereign territory.

But thank you for your observations,

which I will note.

- No, you won't.
- Yes, I will.

No, you won't.

Noted, Mr. Fagan.

Do you really need
a picture of her in here?

It's like being in Turkey or Iraq.

She's my boss.

- I'm your boss. I'm a constituent.
- Did you vote for me?

You must be joking!

You'll forgive me
if I don't think of you as my boss.

Margaret Thatcher
is the leader of the Conservative Party,

to which I belong,

and so I think of her as my boss.

You fancy her?

- What?
- Have dirty thoughts? I bet you do.

I'm afraid that's all we have time for.

I haven't finished.

If you still wish
to register your protest,

I suggest you do so via the ballot box
or peacefully in the street,

as is your right in a civilized democracy.

But if I wanna talk to someone about her,
who do I speak to?

The leader of the opposition.

He has the opportunity
to put questions to her

in the House of Commons twice a week.

Failing that, the Queen.

She has a private audience
with the prime minister every Tuesday.

Why don't you drop in
at Buckingham Palace to ask her?

Guards!

By the left,

quick march!

Left, right, left, right…

Her Majesty the Queen
here, taking the royal salute,

the key moment in this,
the Queen's annual Birthday Parade.

As members of the Household Division
troop their color,

those watching at home, as well as
some lucky members of the public

invited to attend,

come together as one nation
in celebration of this joyous event.

I don't need to tell you that I
and every minister in this government

are desperately concerned…

Number 72. Window 2.

Application for single payment
to cover home improvements?

- Yep.
- Can you give me more information?

Okay. My wife has left me.

All right.

I went to see Social Services to mediate

'cause I want my kids
to spend time with me.

Right.

But they've seen the flat
and said it needs improving.

There's water damage. I wanna fix it.

You're not the primary tenant.

My wife's the primary tenant,
but she's left.

I just explained.

You'd have to be the primary tenant

before we could even consider
paying for the damages.

You tried talking to the council?

No. They told me to speak to you.

Look, if this doesn't get sorted,
I don't get to see my kids.

You're gonna have to take that up
with the council.

…paid off a great proportion
of the foreign debts we inherited.

Hey!

Oh…

Quickly! There's a man.

- An intruder.
- What?

He's by the Queen's bedroom.

- Come on! Hurry up!
- Turn the lights on.

Okay.

- Is this where he was spotted?
- Down the other end.

- Spread out!
- Check the bedroom.

Check under the beds. Check those windows.

- He might have smashed one to get in.
- Bathroom clear.

- Bedroom clear.
- Check the dressing room, quickly!

- No sign.
- Dressing room clear.

The evidence suggests he…
we're assuming it was a he,

got in over the railings
near to the Ambassadors' Entrance,

up a drainpipe

and in through a window
to the Master of the Household's office.

From there, he went down the East Gallery,
along the Cross Gallery,

through the Picture Gallery
to the gift room…

where he drank a bottle of wine.

What?

Uh, a Vache Johannisberg Riesling.

Valued at six pounds.

He also broke a painted vase,

a gift from the president of Guyana.

I remember that vase.

It's a ghastly little pink thing

- with little blue worms all over it.
- Yes.

Not worms. Those were
the three main rivers of Guyana.

Essequibo, Berbice, and Demerara.

Oh.

And a strange-looking duck.

- The national bird, the Canje pheasant.
- Right.

How come no one stopped him?

No one can explain it, ma'am.

It's possible that the timing
of his intrusion, around 9:00 p.m.,

may have aided him
in slipping through the net.

It also appears that
some of the palace's alarm systems

were malfunctioning

and that the window on the second floor
had been left unsecured.

Do we know what he wanted?

No idea, sir, as to motive or intent.
We can just count ourselves fortunate

that the Queen was here at Windsor
at the time.

But, uh,
when Downing Street hears about this,

I do think we will have to brace ourselves
for a thorough security review.

- Christ…
- Downing Street doesn't know?

Not yet, ma'am.

The matter still rests
with the Metropolitan Police's A-District,

but it's yet to be passed up
the chain of command to the Home Office.

Do they absolutely need to know?

Um… Not necessarily.

If we can overlook
the theft of the bottle of wine

and the destruction of the Guyanese vase.

Then can we say the matter is now closed?

Otherwise, the next thing you know,
Downing Street will overreact,

we'll have alarms, surveillance cameras,
and policemen everywhere.

Buckingham Palace
is too like a prison as it is.

Yes, ma'am.

- Sam, come here.
- Go on, then.

Big jump.

- Go on.
- What'd I tell you?

If you're going back on,
you're doing it again.

Not too high now.

Good girl.

Oi!

Chris. Chris!

- Take the kids. Go see your mum.
- That's my daughter.

- Come on, mate.
- What you doing?

Derek, stop it!

Mummy!

In front of your kids, eh?

You're scaring them.
Why are you doing this, Michael?

You had enough? You had enough?

For goodness' sake!

It's a playground!

Go home, Mike!

- It's all right. It's over.
- You proud of yourself?

Leave us alone.
We don't need you in our lives.

Three pounds a carton.

I've got Embassies, Bensons…

Two Bensons, mate.

♪ Deep in the memory ♪

♪ Of what once was love ♪

What you got, mate?

In light of the incident that occurred
at around 3:00 p.m. last Thursday,

a decision has been taken

that your children should remain
in the permanent care of their mother.

Furthermore,

it has been deemed to be
in the children's best interests

that you should
no longer have any contact with them.

Do you understand?

Last night, our forces
reached the outskirts of Port Stanley,

and in response, large numbers
of Argentine forces threw down their arms.

The Argentines are now reported
to be flying white flags of surrender.

With Britain's victory
in the conflict now seemingly assured,

the Queen has returned
to Buckingham Palace

ahead of her regular audience
with the prime minister.

A palace spokesman said Her Majesty was…

♪ Britons never
Never, never shall be slaves ♪

♪ Rule, Britannia ♪

♪ Britannia, rule the waves ♪

♪ Britons never, never, never
Shall be slaves ♪

- Maggie, Maggie, Maggie!
- Oi, oi, oi!

- Maggie, Maggie, Maggie!
- Oi, oi, oi!

- Maggie, Maggie, Maggie!
- Oi, oi, oi!

When we started out,

there were the waverers
and the faint-hearted,

the people who believed

we could no longer do the things
we once did. Well, they were wrong.

- Can I get you anything else, ma'am?
- No, thank you.

Britain has a newfound confidence,

and we will not look back.

Mrs. Thatcher was
in jubilant mood this afternoon

as she told MPs
that the future of the Falkland Islands

would now rest solely in British hands.

"Britain's primacy
had been reestablished," she said,

and then she issued this warning,
"Let every nation know

that where there is
British sovereign territory,

it will be well and truly defended."

The statement was met with loud applause.

Mrs. Thatcher has seen a dramatic surge
in her personal popularity,

according to the latest polls.

- Morning!
- You took your time.

Anything to report?

Nah, it's a quiet night.

Graveyard shift, isn't it?

I'll see you tomorrow.

Morning, Bobo.

What are you doing? It's still too early.

All right, if you insist.

- Who are you?
- My name is Michael.

- Out! Get out!
- You have nothing to fear from me.

There is an armed policeman
outside this door.

No, there isn't.

Hello?

What do you want? If it's money...

I don't want money. I don't want anything.

I just wanna talk to you, that's all,

to tell you what's going on
in the country.

'Cause either you don't know,
or you don't care.

Of course I care.

I care very deeply indeed.
What a thing to say.

- Don't do that, please.
- An unkind, stupid...

- Don't you dare touch me! Hello? Help!
- Stop it!

Just… gimme a minute, will ya?

I'll sort myself out, I'll say
what I gotta say, and then I'll go!

- You don't have a cigarette handy, do ya?
- No. Filthy habit.

I know, I know.

I just thought it might be good for you
to meet someone normal

who can tell it to you,
you know, as it is.

I meet normal people all the time.

No, you don't.

Everyone you meet's on best behavior.

Bowing and scraping. That's not normal.

- And this is normal?
- It could be, if I ever calm down.

You're bleeding.

Am I? Must have cut myself.

Where do I, um…

Bathroom. That door.

The richest woman in the world,
but look, it's not even electric!

- What?
- Your toothbrush.

That's the thing about this place.
It's even posher than you'd think

and yet more rundown.

Rundown?

Oh yeah. Corridors and state rooms?

Shocking.

Chipped paint, peeling wallpaper, stains.

- Decorator. Can't help noticing.
- Is that what you do?

Painter-decorator.

You should hire me.

You might need a glazier too.

I broke a window this time.

Last time was you too?

- Yeah.
- What is the matter with you?

- This is private property.
- No, it's not. It's state property.

- Either way, you're trespassing.
- Which isn't a crime.

Not if I don't steal anything.

You stole a bottle of wine last time.

Only to work up the courage
to speak to you.

Because I've tried everything else.

Writing letters,

speaking to my MP.
Fat lot of good any of that did.

Mirage of democracy.

So I've come to you,

the head of state.

You're my last resort.
Someone who can actually do something.

What is it you'd like me to do?

Save us all from her.

- Who?
- Thatcher.

She's destroying the country.

We've got
more than three million unemployed.

More than at any time
since the Great Depression.

- Doesn't that bother you?
- Yes, it bothers me greatly.

But there's nothing I can do about it.

When you've been in my position
as long as I have,

you see how quickly and how often
a nation's fortunes can change.

Joblessness, recession, crises, war.

All these things have
a way of correcting themselves.

Countries bounce back. People do.

- Because they simply have to.
- That's what I thought.

That I'd bounce back.

And then I didn't.

First the work dried up,
then my confidence dried up.

Then…
the love in my wife's eyes dried up.

And then you begin to wonder,

you know, where's it gone?

Not just your confidence
or your happiness, but your…

They say
that I have mental health problems now.

I don't. I'm just poor.

- The state can help with all of this.
- What state?

The state has gone.

She's dismantled it,

along with the other things we thought
we could depend on growing up.

A sense of community, a sense of,
you know, obligation to one another.

A sense of kindness.

It's all disappearing.

I think you're exaggerating.

People still show kindness to one another,

and they still pay their taxes
to the state.

And she spends that money
on an unnecessary war

and declares
the feel-good factor is back again.

In the meantime, all the things
that really make us feel good,

the right to work, the right to be ill…

the right to be old,

the right to be frail, be human,

mmm, gone.

You may think you're off the hook,

but she's got her eye on your job, too.
You'll be out of work soon.

Let me assure you, Mrs. Thatcher is
an all-too-committed monarchist.

She has an appetite for power
which is presidential,

and in this country, a president
and a head of state cannot coexist.

Mark my words, she's put us out of work.
She's quietly putting you out of work.

Who's that?

That'll be my morning tea.
They come at this time.

Come in.

- Are you all right, ma'am?
- Quite all right, thank you.

You might ask the policeman to come in.

Have you come far?

York Way.

Just behind King's Cross.

Lovely.

Is it lovely?

No, not particularly.

Is there anything else
you'd like to say to me?

No.

Thank you.

I do hope they don't make things
too difficult for you in light of this.

Thank you.

Well, goodbye.

- Don't touch her.
- It's all right.

I shall bear in mind what you've said.

- Get out!
- Now perhaps that cup of tea.

Yes, ma'am.

The Home Office has confirmed

that a man successfully breached
Buckingham Palace security

and entered the Queen's bedroom,
not once but twice.

An investigation
into this unprecedented failure

has already begun,
and more details were given this afternoon

to an incredulous House of Commons.

Is the home secretary not aware

that the British public is
really very shocked and staggered

that this event could have occurred

and that the home secretary's reference
to "security not being satisfactory"

must be the understatement of the year?

I would say that no one is likely

to have been more shocked
and staggered than I was.

I think that
what we've got to wait to hear…

- Order!
- …we've got to await Mr. Dellow's report.

On behalf of the government

and the Metropolitan Police,

I am so sorry.

It is a national embarrassment

that the Queen of the United Kingdom

should be subjected to troublemakers
and malcontents

who feel at liberty to resort to violence.

Oh, but he wasn't violent.

In fact, the only person Mr. Fagan hurt
in the course of his break-in was himself.

And while he may be a troubled soul,

I don't think he's entirely to blame
for his troubles,

being a victim of unemployment,

which is now more than twice what it was

when you came into office
just three years ago.

If unemployment
is temporarily high, ma'am,

then it is a necessary side effect

of the medicine we are administering
to the British economy.

Shouldn't we be careful
that this medicine,

like some dreadful chemotherapy,

doesn't kill the very patient
it is intended to heal?

If people like Mr. Fagan are struggling,

do we not have a collective duty
to help them?

What of our moral economy?

If we are to turn this country around…

we really must abandon

outdated and misguided notions
of collective duty.

There are individual men and women,

and there are families.

Self-interested people
who are trying to better themselves.

That is the engine that fires a nation.

My father didn't have the state
to rely on should his business fail.

It was the risk of ruin

and his duty to his family
that drove him to succeed.

Perhaps not everyone is
as remarkable as your father.

Oh, you see,

that is where you and I differ.

I say they have it within them to be.

Even someone like Mr. Fagan?

Mr. Fagan is another matter.

Two different doctors
have reached the conclusion

he is suffering from
a schizophrenic illness.

If he is spared criminal prosecution
on account of his condition,

then a nice, secure mental hospital
will ensure

he will not be a danger any longer.

Now, if you will excuse me,

I really must go.

Where to?

To the victory parade

at the City of London.

A victory parade?

Yes, ma'am.

We have just won a war.

Good morning from outside
the Royal Exchange in the City of London.

And on the saluting base,

the lord mayor
and the prime minister waving.

On the lord mayor's right,

on his left, our right,

is the Admiral of the Fleet,
Sir Terence Lewin.

The prime minister taking the salute
instead of the sovereign.

Doesn't that bother you?

No. Can't say it does.

It's her moment. Let her enjoy it.

It's interesting.

What?

How much it clearly bothers you.

I think
that woman's getting ahead of herself,

and now all this increased security.

Well, she's trying to protect you.

From what?

From lunatics.

Normal people. My subjects.

Come on.

That man was clearly a lunatic.

And a fool.

Yes,
but in the best sense, like Lear's fool.

Don't get all…

Shakespearean with me.

The Conqueror
that sunk the Argentine cruiser Belgrano

and thereby
shortened the naval war considerably.

But we're told
that the Conqueror is actually…

I'm sorry
that I wasn't there to protect you.

I feel terrible.

But you're there by my side all the time

and do much more than keep me safe.

But thank you.

I expect Mr. Fagan is relieved
he didn't come through that window

and land on your bed.

Yes.

That would have been
a very different conversation.

Yes.

♪ I said I see no joy
I see only sorrow ♪

♪ I see no chance
Of your bright, new tomorrow ♪

♪ So stand down, Margaret
Stand down, please ♪

♪ Stand down, Margaret ♪

♪ I say stand down, Margaret
Stand down, please ♪

♪ Stand down, Margaret ♪

♪ You tell me how can it work
In this all-white law ♪

♪ What a short, sharp lesson
What a third world war ♪

♪ Oh, stand down, Margaret
Stand down, please ♪

♪ Stand down, Margaret ♪

♪ I say stand down, Margaret
Stand down, please ♪

♪ Stand down, Margaret ♪

♪ Come whether you whine or grine ♪

♪ I say whether you whine or grine ♪

♪ Can you shake it up right on time? ♪

♪ I say shake it up right on time ♪

♪ First thing she ask
If you 'ave your brush ♪

♪ If you 'ave your brush
You can avoid the rush ♪

♪ Come whether you whine or grine ♪

♪ Say too much war in the city, yeah ♪

♪ Say too much war in the city, whoa ♪

♪ I sing I said a love and unity
The only way ♪

♪ And unity, the only way ♪

♪ Yeah, ya know ♪

♪ You know what? ♪

♪ All right ♪

♪ Dy-no-mite! ♪