All language subtitles for Victoria S02E05 HDTV MTB-PSA

We are orphans now, you and I.
Not quite orphans.

Your father left her all alone here,
and so we comforted one another.

Comforted?

You're engaged?
Congratulations. Excuse me.

You're not the only woman who
has felt herself in low spirits

after the birth of a child.
Tomorrow it will be easier.

I wonder how Prince Ernest is
finding his new life as the Duke.

I suppose he will have to find a bride.

Victoria married to a bastard
because of your behaviour!

No-one must find out, not even Victoria.

It's called the Victoria and Albert.

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

Perhaps we should start by
visiting Uncle Leopold in Belgium.

It's about time we saw inside one
of his palaces, don't you think?

Thank you.

Where else would you like to go?

Louis Philippe had a
meeting promised yesterday.

It's his son Antoine,
the Duke of Montpensier that worries me.

Indeed, sir.
Good morning, Sir Robert.

Lord Alfred.

Our ambassador in Madrid writes
that the French are, as he puts it,

'sniffing around the
young Spanish Queen'.

The Duke of Montpensier
was there last week

and presented her with a zebra.
What a curious present.

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

if you'd given me such thing.
So inconvenient. And the poor beast

coming all the way from Africa,
it must find the climate most trying.

I believe the climate is
very warm in Spain, ma'am.

Of course.

But surely Queen Isabel can
find a husband for herself.

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

And her mother, who acts as regent,
makes all the decisions.

Poor girl.

A French match would be
against the British interest.

Louis Philippe wants to create
a French empire in Europe

through marriage.
That would affect trade

and our access to India.

We spent 20 years fighting Napoleon,
we don't want another war.

No, indeed.

Perhaps I should write a
letter to King Louis Philippe

to express our displeasure at
the thought of a Spanish match.

What do you think, Albert?

Erm...

I'm not sure I am
qualified to have an opinion.

Not qualified?

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

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

Louis Philippe is only on the
throne because he's a very wily man.

He will not easily be deflected.
Well, I think a self-made king

like Louis Philippe should be flattered

to get a letter from an anointed Queen.
I shall see to it.

Sir,
I worry that a letter from Her Majesty

might be misinterpreted.

You are aware, of course,
that your Uncle Leopold

wants Prince Ferdinand
to marry Queen Isabel?

That's not my concern.

Indeed not, sir. But...

I suspect Louis Philippe will
think there is a covert conspiracy.

I am not my uncle's keeper.

You have so many secrets from me,
you have to hide your diary?

Secrets?

I don't have any secrets.

Not from you, anyway.

Sir Robert...

does not think that we should
write to Louis Philippe.

Why not?

Well, he...

believes he will think that we
are promoting a Coburg match.

Of course it would be better
for England if Queen Isabella

married a Coburg,
but we're hardly promoting the match.

The important thing is that she
doesn't marry the French Prince.

Hm.

Perhaps Peel is right,
a letter is pointless.

I think I need to look
Louis Philippe in the eye

and settle the matter in person.

A visit to France?

I wonder, ma'am, is that wise?

Louis Philippe is a master of duplicity.

I have had some experience of people
who say one thing and mean another,

Sir Robert.

Indeed, ma'am.
But his father, the Duke of Orleans,

supported the Revolution,
only to face the guillotine

during the Terror, so Louis
Philippe has learned to trust no-one.

I have always found him
extremely difficult to deal with.

Which is exactly why I must go.

Between monarchs,
there can be a real frankness.

I can say things to him that you cannot.

And I shall have Albert by my side,

I could not have a more able advisor.
Indeed.

Erm... please, both of you, forgive me.

There is something I have to attend to.

Excuse me, ma'am, I wonder,
is the Prince entirely himself?

He still seems most affected
by his father's death.

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

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

but I have pressing business here.

Might I suggest that you take Drummond

to represent the government?
He could be useful.

I have no objection to Drummond,
Sir Robert,

but I do need a nursemaid.

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

The purple silk or the white organza?

Uh... the purple silk, I think.
Very good, ma'am.

Skerrett, have you seen my bag?

The one with Dash embroidered on it.
I can't find it anywhere.

It's over here, ma'am.

Here it is.

Oh. See,
I can't travel abroad without Dash.

So it's true, ma'am,
we are to travel to France?

Quite true.

And may I ask who is to accompany you?

Why, you and Miss Coke,
and Lord Alfred, of course,

and Mr Drummond is coming
from the Government.

Lehzen, I am so sorry.

Who else could I trust
to look after my children?

With your permission, ma'am,
I would like to be excused.

What nonsense.

I can't face the French court
without my Mistress of the Robes.

But ma'am, France is a Godless country.

Then you must bring your Bible.

Do you know I'm the first
British monarch to visit France

since Henry VIII?

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

I'm sure that between us,
we can make Louis Philippe see

it would be unwise to jeopardise
such an alliance. Don't you think?

Albert?
Sorry, Victoria, I'm...

I'm not a good sailor.

I can't get used to it.

Haven't you been on a boat before,
Ms Skerrett?

I've never seen the sea before.
Oh.

You'll get your sea legs right enough.

I thought I would die from the sickness

when I first got on the boat from
Ireland, but you get used to it.

Poupee?
A doll.

Maybe we speak English, Victoria?

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

and I would be delighted to practise.

Coburg.

I am very glad to meet you finally,
monsieur.

Pleasure.

You are a very charming couple.

So young, so fresh.

Kissed on both cheeks,
as if she were a washerwoman.

I believe it is the French way.

Isn't that right, Lord Alfred?

I've no idea.

To think I promised your
mother I'd look after you,

and here we are in Sodom and Gomorrah.

The country has no shame.

Those court ladies...

Welcome to the Chateau d'Eu,
my summer cottage.

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

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

I don't think it was admiration.

I think they thought there
was something missing.

Skerrett...

could you find me something
to enhance my complexion?

I want to look more... worldly.

Certainly, ma'am.

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

they are painted?
Yes, I think you may be right.

And paint is surprising, no?
The French take a different view

on these matters.
Yes, I believe even the King might...

I'm so happy to see you, my dear Duke,
as I'm sure are all my court.

The pleasure is all mine.

Albert.

I'm surprised that you
could leave Coburg.

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

Oh, merci.

A charming touch, don't you think?

To send all the ladies flowers to
match the colour of their dress.

I wonder, miss, erm...

as you speak French,
if you could translate something for me?

It's for the Queen.

It's a lotion...

for the... the chest area.

Bonsoir. Guten Abend.
I must offer my condolences

on the death of your father,
mes chers cousins.

Merci, Louis.

My father met his end in the
embrace of Madame la Guillotine.

He made the mistake of thinking
that he could ally himself

with the mob.
But in the end, they turned on him, too.

I loved my father,
he took particular care of my education

in every respect. There are not many men

who would share a woman like
Madame Genlis with their son.

So you understand now, mon cher cousin,

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

Well, every man wants that.

I am the only King in Europe who
has had to make his own living.

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

Sa Majeste, La Reine Victoria.

How beautiful you look, ma cousine.

Ernest, what a lovely surprise.
Is it really you, Victoria?

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

The Queen looks so well
with these flowers.

She could be French.

I was hoping, Louis Philippe,
that we'd talk about

the future husband of
the Queen of Spain.

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

My dear Victoria,
remember that you're in France,

and in my country,
we never mix business with pleasure.

Mm.

The ortolan is a great delicacy.

The birds are trapped and
then drowned in Armagnac.

Drowned?

I've been close to death
on several occasions,

and I assure you I would not mind
drowning in very old Armagnac.

It does seem rather cruel, though.
Wait until you've tasted one.

Fortune favours the bold.

Taste it.

The napkin is to hide your
face from God, ma cher cousine.

Look at that.

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

I think she might consider
it to be the devil's work.

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

What about you, Drummond?

I think to refuse such a creation
might cause a diplomatic incident.

Albert.

I'm beginning to think Louis
Philippe has no intention

of discussing the Spanish situation.

When I brought it up,
he changed the subject entirely.

I can't complain about the hospitality,
though.

Although I don't want to eat
those ortolans again. Do you?

I do not wish to do any of it again.

Ma'am.

Albert, what's the matter with you?

I'm just not comfortable here, Victoria.

It is a place of artifice and deceit.

Louis Philippe is a man
of the most vulgar tastes.

The court ladies,
they do not have any concept of purity.

And...

And tonight...

when you came in, I saw that...

you had painted your face.

Why would you feel the need to do that?

The French ladies looked so smart.

I wanted to look more like them and
less like the Duchess of Buccleuch.

Please never do it again.

I do not know if I could bear it.

It was only a little rouge,
Albert, but...

yes, of course.

If it means so much to you.

Have you managed to speak to Louis
Philippe about the Spanish Queen?

Do you know what we talked about?
The King and I?

About how his father passed
down his mistress to him

to complete his education.
The French do things differently.

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

Your family is hardly blameless.
Think of Uncle Leopold.

What do you mean?

He, too, has a mistress.
Exactly!

It's why we have to be different.

We are different.

Well, I wish that I could believe that.

Apres vous.
Everything here is so charming.

I had no idea that kitchen
gardens could be so delightful.

My pride and joy.

We French believe that there
is beauty in a cabbage

as well as a rose.
And when you've starved on the streets,

you realise how beautiful
a cabbage can be.

You've lived an interesting life,
cousin.

I've been lucky.
When I was teaching in Switzerland

or in your country
trying to make a living,

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

There are many people in my country

who thought that I would not be Queen.
But I never doubted it.

A speciality of the chateau.

Merci.

My years of real life taught me

that you should never go
anywhere without a knife.

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

Don't you?

I'm a patriot to my bones.

But still, I envy you and your country.

Even with its rain and its roast beef.

But this... ah, this is glorious.

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

Seven times.

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

Yeah, but in your case,
I believe the gun was not loaded.

I don't mind so much for myself.

But for my children, I want safety.
The kind that you English enjoy.

Then you should reconsider the marriage

between your son and the Spanish Queen.

Such an alliance I...

I fear would upset the
balance between our countries.

You are an iron fist in a velvet glove.

You look so delicate,
so charming, so mignon.

But inside you are Boudicca.

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

well, that, too,
would have consequences.

These handsome Coburg princes
cannot be allowed to build an empire

by snapping up all the queens of Europe.
I was not snapped up.

I chose to marry Albert
because I love him.

If I was a young lady like you,
I, too, would lose my heart

for such beautiful eyes.

But he's a Coburg nonetheless.

You must forgive me,
but we French are cynic...

Cynical?

Cynical when it comes to
the matter of the heart.

Which I,
not to confuse love and marriage,

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

No.

No, it is not.

Ha.

There is a time to be serious,
but it's never before lunch.

And in your honour, I arranged
a petite fete champetre. Come.

Lovely.

Isn't it charming, sir?

I know how much you like forests.

This is hardly a forest, Lord Alfred.

It's more akin to a boudoir.

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

I just wanted to say how sorry I was

to hear of the death of your father,
sir.

Thank you, Miss Coke.

You must be feeling
his loss very deeply.

Oh,
I am finding ways to distract myself.

But I thought...
What did you think, Miss Coke?

That I was a man of
delicate sensibility?

I'm afraid I must disappoint you.

Albert.

Are you all right?

Yeah. The marquise and I
are talking about livestock.

She prefers goat's milk for bathing.

May I?

Ah. Excusez-moi.

Ernest, I'm...

concerned.

You're behaving like Papa.

I like to think that I'm
honouring his memory.

No, no, no.

A dish of tea and some toast.

Duchess.
Oh, Lord Alfred, thank goodness.

Will you tell the man all I require
is a dish of tea and some toast?

None of this foreign food.

My dear Duchess, I can assure
you that the bread is fresh.

But it's such a peculiar shape.

I wondered if you could explain to
me how the coppicing is managed.

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

He will tell you how
often we cut the trees.

Where are we going?

You walk very quickly.

I enjoy the exercise.

Do you not?
Not really.

Do you never tire of all of this...

tableau vivant?

I'm a Prince.
One day I ought to marry a queen.

Like you.

What are you doing?

I'm going to swim.

But it will be cold and wet.
It's not civilised.

Precisely.

Shall we?

I don't see why not.

Whoa!

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

Well, I think my brother has a point.

Ah-ha!

Whoo!

Oh!

Ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha!

How strange.

That sounds like...
Some peasants.

There is a place nearby
where they like to bathe.

Oh!

Yes. Just some peasants.

They must have the simple pleasures.

Oh!

Whoo!

Ah.
Whoo!

Whoo!

How was your afternoon?
Oh, wonderful, thank you, sir.

Did you enjoy your swim, Albert?

I saw you.

And so did la Duchesse de Berri.

What possessed you?

Is that conduct becoming for the
husband of the Queen of England?

What sort of man are you?

Oh.

La Duchesse says that you, Albert,
that you are a noble peasant.

Oh. What do you think?

Well, I wish you would stop
looking so disapproving

and maybe smile a bit more.
And I can't understand why

we can't stay in bed a little
bit longer in the mornings.

But nevertheless, I have to say...

you're the man that I love.

Till death do us part.

As long as we both shall live.

Shh!

I...

I need to tell you something,
but I do not know where to begin.

When I was in Coburg...

Leopold...

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

Your mother and Uncle Leopold?

He asked me not to tell...

anyone.

But I find I cannot bear this alone.

Albert, listen to me.

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

any man would.

But he can't know for certain.

But I'm an impostor.

Our children.

Our marriage.

All of it built on deceit.

I would be a bastard, Victoria.

I'm ashamed to stand by your side.

Then we have a problem.

Because I cannot face
this world without you.

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

All that matters to me is you...

my husband...

standing by my side now and always.

But...

I'm not the man you married.

Albert, I know who you are...

even if you don't.

Now, you take my hand...

and we go downstairs and
we'll do what we came here to do.

Together.

I would like to thank you,
dear cousin, for your hospitality.

This has been my first visit to France.

I do hope it won't be my last.
No, indeed.

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

kissing cousins.

But we are at odds.

You want your son to
marry the Spanish Queen,

and yet my government... well...

they will say it is tantamount
to a declaration of war.

But if the Spanish Queen
marries your cousin,

Prince Ferdinand of Coburg,

who is so closely allied
with your good self,

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

That is what we call
in France an impasse.

There is another solution...

should we wish to take it.

Imagine, if you will...

that...

this bunch of grapes...

is the Queen of Spain.

Now, here they are on the vine.

They look delicious, don't you agree?

But they are guarded by a vicious dog.

So the first person
that picks a grape...

is bitten by the dog.

Mauled to death.

So the question that we
have to ask ourselves is

are the grapes, delicious though
they are, worth the consequence?

So if I follow your metaphor...

you propose that we both do nothing?

It would be a shame to let our
new friendship wither on the vine.

But my government will
think that I am weak.

They don't trust British.

Perfide Albion, Napoleon said.
Excuse me, ma cheri.

Surely you do not care
what your ministers think?

Surely you have the
authority to present a...

a fait accompli.

The understanding of one
sovereign to another.

So let's drink champagne...

to celebrate the new understanding
between our two great nations.

To the understanding between us,
to the Entente Cordiale.

To the Entente Cordiale.

Champagne!

I miss France.

I don't.

Did you not enjoy it at all?

You have to admit that the French
court was extremely elegant.

Elegance is all very well, but...

my brother Mungo was
killed at Trafalgar.

They may do things with style,
Wilhelmina,

but I do not like the French.

At heart, they are not...

respectable.

What about you, Drummond,
what do you think?

I agree with the Duchess.

The trip was stylish but...
not altogether respectable.

Hello! Oh!

Hello, darling.

Mwah.

Have you missed me? Oh.

Vicky. Hello.

Oh, let's see you.

My goodness, Lehzen. You've grown.

It took a while, of course,

for Louis Philippe to see
things from our point of view,

but once he had heard the
arguments for mutual neutrality,

he realised that was the
only reasonable position.

Albert was so eloquent, really.

It was his words that
convinced the King.

To His Royal Highness.
His Royal Highness.

Well, we are grateful to you, sir.

The country cannot afford
another war with France.

Do you really think
it would come to that?

I found Louis Philippe most congenial.
I'm sure he was, ma'am.

But his country is not.

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

When a king is under pressure,
the easiest way to unite his people

is to find a common enemy.
Hm.

Do you wish to say something, Duchess?

I was merely thinking how pleasant it is

to be eating English food again.
You are too old-fashioned.

I thought the food was delicious.
It is not honest food.

Everything's covered in sauces.
Who knows what's underneath?

Give me a wholesome plate of
boiled mutton and turnips.

Albert, what is it?
Whatever's the matter?

We have been deceived.

Your Majesty,
King Louis' son has become engaged

to the Spanish Queen.

Louis Philippe gave us his word.
He was using us, Victoria.

I really thought we had
achieved something great there.

Albert, look at me.

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

When we went to France, we were...
not ourselves, you and I.

But now, whatever happens...

we're united.

There are no secrets between us.

No secrets.

Actually, that's not...

quite true.