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Sumatra, Java, Sulawese

these are places with
names so beautiful

that they must have been
given by poets.

My boyhood imaginings
were that my destiny lay

sailing down the trade routes
to those Spice Islands.

That I would carve a fortune

and marry a
potentate's daughter.

But destiny has taken
a less romantic turn.

Instead I have become
an ink-stained printer

and journalist, none too
successful financially

and I will admit, not to
fortunate in love either.

Reluctantly in my
profession I've had to learn

the difference between the
imaginary world

and the world that is real.

But this story is not
imagined, and even though

in its way it's a fairy tale,
it is true

and became as much my
story as it was hers.

In the summer of 1817
England may have appeared

a green and pleasant land,
but it could be

a dangerous and unwelcoming
place to a lone traveler.

Repressive laws had been
enacted, and it was not uncommon

for beggars and vagrants
to end hanging

from a soldier's rope.

But in spite of these
measures, one traveler

managed to avoid the
army until farm workers

came upon her near the
village of Almondsbury.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Where is my wife,
where is Mrs. Hunt?

- She's gone inside.

- George, will you all go home,
please?

- The villagers are
after the five shillings

for reporting a vagrant but

she doesn't look like a
beggar to me, Mr. Hunt.

- George do get about
your business.

She's not a
fairground attraction.

- A foreigner?

- Yes, but she's not French

so you don't need to be alarmed.

- Maybe she's not French Vicar
but what if she's a Corsican?

- I can assure you she's
not, and I can speak French

personally, and in
Corsica they speak French

or possibly Italian.

Italian,
I had no idea.

I happen to
believe she is a Turk.

Vicar, we had
a Portuguese servant girl

during the Spanish
campaign and she

turned out to be a man.

- And what has such a
story to do with

this unfortunate young girl?

- He was a French spy.

- She's obviously female.

For God's sake
man, you're not in Spain now.

More's the pity.

- I'm very sorry my dear.

I'm very sorry, I'll take
you somewhere more civilized.

Whoa, thank you Valjet,
will you wait for me please?

- Yes sir.

- Come along my dear.

Big house but very
ordinary people.

I think you might
have a gift for it ma'am.

- Yes I think I'm getting
a little more skillful.

- Yes ma'am, really truly.

- Ma'am, Vicar's here,
he's brought somebody.

- Mr. Worrall has
gone to Bristol.

He won't be back until tomorrow.

- Well I had hoped that--

- What makes you think
she's Turkish?

- Her hat, madam.
- Oh.

- Caraboo.

- Caraboo, is that her name?

- I haven't heard her
utter the word before.

You, Caraboo?

- Caraboo.

- Worrall, Worrall, I am Mrs.
Worrall.

- Worrall, Worrall.

- Ella, have Mr. Frixos
attend me in the drawing room.

Hurry along.

- She not Greek, she
not Turkish.

I would know if she is Turkish
and she definitely not Greek.

- Well perhaps you could
ask her something

in your language, Mr. Frixos.

- Perhaps Mr. Hunt will take
her back where he find her.

- Frixos, ask her
something please.

Yes madam.

- Do you speak any other
foreign language?

- Only English.

- Is it her turban
that makes her

look so foreign, do you think?

Perhaps it is.

My dear,
Caraboo.

- Madam she is gypsy, I
throw her out.

- I'm not so sure.

Frixos, take her down
to the servant's hall

and make sure that she
gets some food and a bed.

- Yes madam.

So have you
got a name then?

- Leave her be.

- Cat's got her tongue?

- Hey.

- Don't you like meat then?

She saying
she loves your cooking

Mrs. Wilberforce.

- I don't trust her.

Mrs. Worrall, I a little
anxious what Mr. Worrall say

when he come home.

- Oh Frixos, what Mr.
Worrall has to say

should be of no
concern of yours.

- Yes ma'am.

- Sweet dreams.

- God almighty, I need a shot.

Frixos, get me a drink.

Frixos!
- Coming sir.

Good morning sir, sir.

- What the hell is that?

- That is a bust of
Homer on the table

designed by Chippendale,
the marble come from

a quarry in Carraba, Italy.

- Don't you bloody well
patronize me, Frixos

especially not at this
hour of the morning.

Who is it?

- Oh, that is a filthy beggar.

- A beggar?
- Yes sir.

Mrs. Worrall take her
in last night.

You know the story of the
Good Samaritan?

- A beggar?
- Yes sir.

- Oh.

- The poor were
rioting last night.

The goons were called in
to restore order.

Seven dead, I couldn't get back.

- Oh, that's terrible dear.

- There were beggars
sleeping in the doorway

to Tulsey's bank, I
come home and find

you've got beggars
sleeping under my roof.

- Our roof Mr. Worrall,
I paid for it.

And she's not a beggar dear,
she's a stranger in need.

- We're all in need,
I've sent her to Bristol.

- You've done what?

I've sent her
to the assizers in Bristol.

Does she
have any property

other than the
clothes on her back?

- A bundle containing a
change of linen

and a piece of soap, your
worship sailor's marlin

spike and an apple sir.

- What is your name?

What is your name?

And she has no money.

- These coins sir, foreign
coins, but not a penny sir.

- All persons or foreigners
going from door to door

and placing themselves
in the streets to beg

are to be deemed idle
and disorderly.

Three months in a house
of detention.

- Sir, I've seen one of the
prisoners talking with her sir.

- You have?

Bring him in.

Do you
know this woman?

- No sir.

I've seen him
jabbering with her sir.

- No, no, no, no sir,
she's just been teaching me

a few words of her language.

- And what is that?

I don't know, sir.

- Where did she come from?

- I don't know that either.

We“ ask her
what she means by going

from door to door in
Almondsbury?

Caraboo.

- Worrall.
- Worrall.

- Mrs Worrall, you fool.

Oh.

- What is she saying?

- I think she's saying
something about a

I know it sounds stupid but
I think that she's saying

that her father is a, is a,
is a king.

- Are you mocking this court,
McCarthy?

- I don't believe it either.

- Mr. Haythorne, may I
inquire as to

the correct spelling of?

Bloody
journalists.

- Mr. Haythorne, may I
approach the bench?

- Well I wouldn't believe
a word that comes out

of this Irish wretch's
mouth or hers, king.

- She's obviously a foreigner.

I know that ignorance
of the law is no defense

but how would she know
that to ask for food

was a criminal act,
well she wouldn't.

Besides, the Vicar says
she wasn't begging.

I implore you, Mr. Haythorne.

- I've placed this girl
under the supervision

of Mrs. Worrall until more
can be learned of her origins.

McCarthy, three months in the
house of detention, vagrancy.

- Mrs. Worrall, Gutch, Felix
Farley's Bristol Journal.

- Oh, so you're Mr. Gutch.

I've been wondering what
manner of a man

has been writing such scurrilous
things about my husband.

- I would be most grateful
for an opportunity

to hear the young lady's history

at any time it might be
convenient to you both.

- Mr. Gutch, in view
of the articles

you've published about my
husband's bank

I think it unlikely that
he will allow you

even near our house,
good day sir.

- Good morning Mr. Gutch.

- Good morning.

I had never clapped eyes on
an Oriental princess before.

But then neither had Mrs.
Worrall.

As a journalist I know that
people will believe two things.

What they read in the newspapers

and what they want to believe.

And that's the way of the world.

- There.

Worrall.

- Oh, good night dear girl.

- Fancy Mrs. Worrall, royalty.

- Oh, we can't be sure of that.

- You go imply in your
newspaper that we are guilty

of corrupt practices in the
management of Tulsey's bank

and then you have the
bare-faced gall

to ask for admittance
into my house.

Next you'll be demanding
we publish Tulsey's

bank borrowing, am I not
right my dear?

- Mr. Worrall, let's not
confuse the two issues.

This girl has nothing to
do with Tulsey's bank.

Her story should be
told, and your kindness

and hospitality to a
stranger in distress

will not go un-remarked upon.

Don't you
try worming your way

into my house, Mr. Gutch,
I'm wise to your

reptilian foot in the door--

- Mrs. Worrall.

- Oh goodness, what
is she doing?

Whatever
it is, it's a bloody

stupid place for it.

Frixos, get over there
and get her down.

- Sir, I don't think
she finish her Psalm yet.

- Song, that's not a Psalm
for God's sake.

I'll do it myself, hold
the ladder now.

You got it Frixos?

- Yes I've got it.
- Well?

- Yes sir, I am here sir.

- Girl.
- Girl?

Caraboo Mr. Worrall.

- Princess, my dear, come
on, this way now, come to me.

- You are the butler,
aren't you Frixos?

- Yes, regrettably.

- Oh, Mr. Gutch.
- Mrs. Worrall.

I'm not entirely accustomed
to addressing foreign royalty.

What would be the
appropriate form, ma'am?

- You are amusing yourself
at my expense, Mr. Gutch.

We are not claiming that
she is royalty.

That was your
countryman McCarthy.

Anyway, you can judge
for yourself.

I'm sure you're capable
of that, Mr. Gutch.

My dear.

- Would it be appropriate
to kiss her hand?

I
suppose one might try.

- Does she speak any English?

- She's learning the odd word.

It seems that she was on a
ship, that she jumped overboard

and swam to shore.

- Shipwrecked.

- I've ventured that
perhaps she'd been enslaved

and that she escaped.

- Wherever she comes from
she's certainly exquisite.

May I try a little experiment?

Gutch.

- Caraboo, I trust this
is the accurate spelling.

Caraboo.

Caraboo.

- Oh, Mr. Gutch.

- I must tell Mr. Worrall.

- It's a good story, enslaved
princess washed ashore

in England, sell a lot
of newspapers.

But I must warn you, these
people will not take lightly

to being made fools of,
you should understand

that in this country,
perjury is a hanging offense.

- Mr. Worrall!

Mr.Worrall!

- Here I am.

- Oh, Mr. Worrall,
wonderful news.

The princess can write.

- Oh good, good, good.

- I'd be interested in anything
you might have to tell me.

- She very clever, this girl.

- Do you think she's a fraud?

- Yes, I know the quality,
these Worralls

they know nothing, they
are idiots, here sir.

Mr. Worrall is an idiot and
Mrs. Worrall is too kind.

That's why she fooled.

- It's a good story,
keep me informed

and I'll make it
worth your while.

Is this the village
of Almondsbury?

- Yes sir, it is.
- Thank you.

She drank it?

- A sip, she didn't like it.

- To think it Harold, there
you was plying a princess

with drink on your cart.

I was not plying her.

Just gave her a sip of me ale.

- And then what happened?

- She came with me on my
cart with Amon

what used to work up Tallis.

- I think you want to be
a Prince Charming Harold.

I think you was courting
her in your own quiet way.

- I was not.

Anyway, then she ran
off up to Almondsbury.

- Did she pay you?

- No, but she left this
behind when she ran off.

- Magdalen Hospital for
the reception

of penitent prostitutes.

Psalms, hymns, prayers,
rules, list of subscribers.

Is that what it says?

Where'd she get that then?

- Do you mind if I keep this?

- I can't read it anyway.

Of
course this proved nothing

but the idea, the idea of
it was almost too absurd

and too wonderful to
be possible.

- I take no responsibility
for any of this.

I just hope to God
you're not making

a bloody fool of yourself.

- She needs some
clothes made for her.

- At who's expense?

- Mr Worrall, she has no money.

We must do what is right.

Perhaps
this, or maybe this.

- Perhaps the princess finds
your taste too dowdy, my dear.

Maybe these Bristol modes
aren't fashionable enough.

Of course,
she wants her native attire.

- Not too native, if you
take my meaning.

- And to accompany
this there is no.

No, no.

No-

- Oh I think she likes this one.

- The princess has
chosen one of my finest.

- Is that what she wears, Mrs.
Worrall?

- It's very Oriental,
very Oriental.

- Your flag tells the
world that our home

has become your home my
clear, as long as you wish

to remain in England.

- You're a fraud, I know
you're a fraud

and I have spit in your soup.

No, personally I have
pissed in it.

- Frixos, are you
addressing the princess?

I am telling
her about the soup.

It is cream of
sorrell and the cook

hope she like it very much.

You know she
doesn't understand English.

- Neither does Frixos, so maybe

they'll understand each other.

You see my dear, she appreciates
my little witticisms.

- Surely you only
address a guest

when they address you, Frixos.

Yes madam.

Oh dear,
she's tired out.

Your cream of sorrell's
done for, Frixos.

- I'll take her upstairs,
sweet dear creature.

I'd better go and see
that she's comfortable.

- Good night my clear,
and to you too, my dear.

What's the matter
with you Frixos?

- Nothing, nothing.

Mrs. Worrall is a
very kind woman.

She a saint, a saint.

- So I'm told.

- When I was in the
army in Athens

the capital of my country.

- Athens, yes, the Acropolis,
democracy.

- I once met a woman who
took in all the stray dog

in our quarter, until
finally she have 38 dog.

- 38?
- Yes.

- What is your point, Frixos?

- That a lot of dog.

- That is a lot of dog.

- Look at this.
- Oh, oh.

Look at this, Mr. Frixos.

What a thing
to do to your face.

- Oh, let's see, let's see,
oh Mr. Frixos.

- Betty.

- When we get back I want
you to keep the princess

upstairs for 10 minutes
before bringing her down.

- To make the grand
entrance for the Apthorpes.

- Yes that's right, it's
important that she makes

an excellent impression,
the Apthorpes are friends

of the Prince Regent.

You'll break your bloody
neck woman, do get in.

- Mr. Worrall, I'm not
sure I should leave her

with just the servants.

- What do you mean,
just the servants?

Come on, she'll be
perfectly all right.

Stop it, Mr. Worrall.

- Princess, if you come clean

then we won't tell Mrs. Worrall.

You see, we're not gonna
have you lording over us

when we know you're as
humble as us.

- We want to look at your arms.

Your arms, here, have a look.

- It seems she don't like men.

- You do it then,
you're a woman.

- See, of course she
don't have any.

- That is only her arms.

- So where else do savages
put their tattoos, Mr. Frixos?

On their bums they do,
let's have look all over.

You hold her arms,
push her over.

Oh, Mr. Frixos, look at that.

- Was that you screaming, Mr.
Frixos?

- I am not often wrong, Mrs.
Wilberforce.

But I was wrong about her.

Little savage.

- Thank you Betty.

- Come in.

- There's a Mr. Frixos
to see you sir.

- Fine, thank you.

- Frixos.

- You print the works of Mr.
Coleridge.

A poet of great imagination.

- Unfortunately his
imagination does not run

to paying his last two bills.

Have you got something for me?

- I find out something.

She bite me, she
bite me so hard.

I know this is not the
bite of a civilized woman.

And now I have no more doubt,
only a savage would do this.

- My God, it's severe, but
it's not proof, Frixos.

- I have proof, I go
to the library

and I see in the book of Mr.
Cook's voyages in the Pacific.

The peoples have the
tattoos on their bodies.

She had this same tattoo.

- Really, that is interesting.

- I have seen it on her leg.

She had very beautiful
leg for a savage.

- It is a sizeable place,
there should be

an opportunity for profit.

Look at Baggers who took
the salon trade

and two years later he
built himself a palace.

- I've been mulling it over.

- I would half rather
be pleased to grant you

favorable conditions
for a trading company.

- I should damn well hope so

I saved you from the poorhouse.

- If there was a
possibility for investment.

- You my lord, you will be
the first I shall approach.

Frixos, you know who broke this?

Well find out who did
it and get rid of them.

It's an heirloom.

What's
she a" about?

- Caraboo.

- I think she's
saying she did it.

Caraboo.

Caraboo.

Hell's bells.

- She's an arbiter of taste, Mr.
Worrall.

- You must bring her to Bath.

We could present her at
a ball, a costume ball.

Javasoo costume, my dear could
you imagine the sensation

the sensation she would cause.

It might be a little
overwhelming just yet,

Lady Apthorpe.

I'm so pleased you could come.

- Thank you ma'am.

The
princess has shown

not a little interest
in the piano.

- I though we might
start with a composition

of Franz Schubert, ma'am,
if you think

it would please the princess.

- Yes, I think it might,
Lady Apthorpe?

What is it, Frixos?

- I'm observing the correct
manner for the turban

in honor of the princess.

Very good,
could you call the others in?

- Yes ma'am.

- Cinnamon, sandalwood.

- Xanadu did Kublai Khan, a
stately pleasure dome decree.

Saffron,
cardamom.

- Cardamom?
- Cardamom.

Oh my God.

I suppose our
presence is required.

- Yes.

I hate
musical evenings, always have.

Isn't that right, Frixos?

- Yes sir.

- There is also the
diplomatic aspect.

We could use an ally
off the Javanese coast

to counter the Dutch, if
we achieve that

it would not go
unnoticed at Court.

A knighthood at least, a
peerage perhaps

if I could influence
the outcome.

- That would please Mrs.
Worrall a good deal, I dare say.

Personally I'm mostly
indifferent to that

sort of thing.

- Sh, Mr. Worrall please.

- Come now, milord
Worrall has a certain

ring to it, does it not, what?

- Oh my clear, what
is the matter?

No, no stop, please
stop playing.

- Play on, please play on.

- It is honor to play for
one so sensitive

to Mr. Schubert's music, ma'am.

- That Schubert was quite
superb, was it good now.

- Yes it was good.

- Good night, so glad
you enjoyed it.

- Thank you so much.
- It was a great pleasure.

- Oh ho, your honor, that form.

- And don't forget.
- No, no.

- Thank you so much.
- Your carriage awaits.

- Good night, Lady Apthorpe.
- Good night.

- Extraordinary behavior,
blubbing like that.

- Oh, I found it so charming.

Of course she'll die of boredom.

- Another five minutes with Mr.
Worrall

and I will succumb myself.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Preposterous couple.

- Come along.

- A monopoly, a spice monopoly.

I'm going to be so rich.

- Of course without
seeing the tattoo

I cannot comment on it,
but this is rubbish.

Scribbles, not Malay
or Javanese.

They bear no relation
to Chinese characters.

- What about these coins?

- Javanese, Indian, any
sailor employed

in the Eastern trade might
come back with a handful.

- My first instinct was
that it's all

an elaborate deception.

Judging by
these your first instinct

is the appropriate one.

- But there's something
about her, in her bearing.

Pride, spirit, I can't
quite dismiss her.

- She's an imposter.

But at least she is an
imaginative one.

In fact, I should be
intrigued to see

this interpretation of an
Oriental queen.

- I sense you're trying to
do her down, the pair of you.

- That's certainly not the case.

Neither on my part, nor
the professor.

- I'm not here to treat her
maliciously Mr. Worrall.

This is a purely
academic inquiry.

Hers is a language I have
never before encountered.

- We're all wary of imposters.

A shoemaker's son is
now imprisoned in RualI

for pretending to be Louis XVII.

- I read about it, it
was the French.

- The confidence of
your potential investors

in the spice trade
depends entirely

on this girl, does it not?

No.

No, ah, Malboric.

No, aha, Mangean.

No. Ah, Mandarin

No?

No-

Do you know what this is?

Of course you do, it's a
counting string.

Common to every known
culture of the Orient.

Perhaps you'd like to
demonstrate to these gentlemen

just how it works.

Two, four, six figs, six.

Show us six.

Aha, by her calculations
there are in the region

of 2000 figs on the table.

Perhaps she
uses a different method.

- I think not.

- There are six figs, she
can see as well as we can.

- Perhaps so, but she cannot
count them on this cord.

Thank you Mr. Worrall,
this is a beautiful house

and I always enjoy a few
days away from Oxford.

- You've proven nothing
one way or another.

As I understand it there
are thousands of islands

in the East Indies, why
shouldn't one of them

have been overlooked?

- I beg your pardon?

- What does that mean?

means black.

In several languages right
across India and Asia.

- She's saying you've
got black teeth.

You should get them pulled.

- Mr. Worrall, have you
examined the markings

on her buttock?

- No, certainly not,
what do you take me for?

Perhaps we
should do so now, what?

- I think you'll find her
rather reluctant

as Mr. Frixos found out.

- Let us understand each other.

Are you suggesting we
disrobe her here and now?

- What does it mean?
- It means God.

Well
that makes sense.

She's gone to her prayers.

- Tell me that's not a heathen.

- Mr. Worrall, would it be
possible for me to stay here

for a couple of days rather
than go back to my college?

I'm not prepared to dismiss her

without further investigation.

- Perhaps you'd be good enough
to let me know the outcome.

- Yes, of course.

It's most intriguing.

- What does that mean?

- Goodbye, I presume.

- That's what I thought.

- But not in Rijang or Lampun.

No-

- Gently around my arm,
simple as that.

This is the proper way.

You're a terrible student.

I will not forget this,
you come back here.

- Caraboo, Caraboo.

It's a surprise.

- What kind of surprise?

- Well if I told you it wouldn't
be a surprise, would it?

- Round, the world is round.

I tried
to imagine her in her world.

Far off place with a
beautiful name.

But I kept going back to a
more intriguing

and complicated idea, the
idea of an ordinary girl

with an extraordinary
imagination.

♪ Why should you let your
wandering eyes ♪

♪ Entice your souls to
shame for sin ♪

♪ Scandal and ruin
are the prize ♪

♪ You take such fatal
ways to win ♪

♪ The brutal vice which
reason lied ♪

- Mr Gutch, Harrison,
surveyor of the charity.

- Thank you for seeing me,
you have an excellent choir.

They practice hard.

- What happens to the women
who pass through here?

- We try to find
employment for them.

Some lead diligent,
God-fearing lives.

Others, God bless them,
don't stay on

the straight and narrow,
fall back onto the streets.

This is one
of your prayer books.

I came by it near Almondsbury.

- I was hoping to see
some names in it.

They write their names in them.

It's forbidden, but they
all do it anyway.

- But there are no names.

- No, so it belonged to one
of our patrons or subscribers.

Anyone who gives a good
sum to the charity

is presented with one of them.

- Would you be able to give
me a list of your patrons

and of the women who've
been discharged

from the charity in
the last year?

I'm doing an article
for my newspaper

and I'd like to talk to
some of them.

What
kind of article?

- A respectful one, I
respect the work you do here.

The kindness with
which you do it.

- Worrall, enormously
grateful for this opportunity.

Her ladyship hasn't
stopped talking about this

and neither has all of Bath.

- Bath is abuzz, abuzz, she
is the sensation of the town.

- Good, good.

- Apthorpe and Hobhouse
approached me in town.

Both sniffing after
an investment.

- There's plenty of that,
the word is out.

Look at them, they can
smell the spice.

There's the bloody
journalist again.

- Now Sam, his articles are
provoking considerable interest.

- Oh Mr. Gutch, I did
enjoy your article

and I showed it to the princess.

- Did she manage to read it?

- I think she comes from
a tribe of woman warriors

Mrs. Worrall, just as well
she wasn't with

Napoleon at Waterloo.

- Oh, Lord Willington said
the same thing.

- He'd been presented already?

If
this girl had really

come from the streets
but had invented

her own language and kingdom
to make fools of the class

she had been taught to
fear and obey.

If she'd been so
imaginative as to do that

I swear I would
cherish her forever.

- The Dutch have colonized
many islands in the East Indies

but I suspect there are
still many more

that lie far enough away
from the trade routes

to remain uncontacted
and unexplored.

We believe the princess
comes from somewhere here

near Mindanao, her
dialect being Manguindago.

You have probably read
Mr. Gutch's accounts

in Felix Farley's
Bristol Journal

of the circumstances,
sad circumstances

by which she arrived
upon our shores

stolen from her palace
home by pirates.

Sold as a slave to the
captain of a merchant ship

from whom she escaped
by courageously jumping

overboard in the
Bristol channel.

- A lock of the princess hair,
souvenirs?

Thank you.

- Have you ever been to London?

- Ah, Caraboo book.

Ah, so you've
seen it before.

- England, book, Caraboo.

- Did someone give it to you?

Did someone give it to you?

- Caraboo book.

If I may.

- I'm sorry, I'm
going to use it.

- Princess, princess,
the tattoo.

With your permission, princess.

You can trust me, I'll
just have a little look.

This is a scholarly
investigation.

Just a little further, oh yes,
yes.

No, princess, that is too
far, my heavens, perfection.

Mrs. Worrall.

- Mr. Wilkinson, it's Sunday.

- I beg you, Mrs. Worrall,
don't jump to conclusions.

I was merely in the
interests of scholarship

examining her tattoo.

- I'm sure you were Mr.
Wilkinson.

But I do feel in the
interests of propriety

a maid at least should
have been present.

Good night, Mr. Wilkinson.

Professor, what is it?

- Never in my lifetime
has such a flame

been lit within me, I don't
know which way to turn.

- Poor man.

- Made a bloody fool of
himself, a bloody fool.

He served his purpose.

I want some peace around
here, it's like having

a bitch on heat in the house.

- Mr. Worrall.

You are finished sir.

- No, I am not finished.

- You're a long way from
home and perhaps lonely.

A princess' duty is to her
station, her royal station.

- How is she going to
understand that, for God's sake.

Men, no-y, no men.

Understand, no men, or
anyone else for that matter.

- Keep your voice down, Mr.
Worrall, you'll upset her.

- We spent a lot of
money on you.

A bed like that
doesn't come cheap.

- Oh, I think you've made
your point, Mr. Worrall.

I hope I have.

- Rijang, I knew she was
telling the truth, those eyes.

Shall I see you at
Harvest Thanksgiving?

- Afraid not, I'm on my
way to London.

Any man
obsessed is to be pitied.

And it wasn't just the
story I was obsessed with.

It was her.

Although I longed to discover
something about the girl

one side of me was heartened
to be finding nothing.

If I did discover a
different tale

to publish it would be
to condemn her.

- I'll never take in another
one from the Magdalene.

The girl stole and there
were always men

knocking on the door,
lurking in the mews.

What happened to her?

- She's dead,
drowned at Chatham.

♪ Good is the Lord whose
liberal hand ♪

♪ Is steady opened wide ♪

- Ah, here's a little
person, where is everyone?

- They've all gone to church.

- And why aren't you at church?

- I'm a Catholic.
- Tut tut.

My dear girl, we have not
come here to see the Worralls.

We have come to see the
princess, take me to her.

♪ Earth is dead ♪

♪ Redeem the path,
instead reach ♪

- Look at this.

- Oh I say, that is fine.

- I don't suppose they
even know it's here.

- Rupert, I have been
explaining to the princess

that the Prince Regent himself
has especially requested

that she attend the ball.

- And what did her
highness say to that?

- She said she would be
delighted to come.

Delighted, a
scholar on little melanges.

I had no idea you could
speak to Javasoo.

- The bitch.
- Which one?

- Lady Apthorpe, of course.

I'm sure she gave the
princess no choice.

Did she give her any choice?

- Did she?

- No ma'am, they made me
take down the princess' flag

and they took her off.

- We're gonna go to this ball.

- No, I can't bear to,
it'll be so demeaning.

- So we'll be demeaned, it
won't be the first time.

Good morning, John
Gutch to see Mrs. Peake.

- Won't you come in sir?

Thank you.

- We've had three girls from
the charity in the last year.

I look upon it as a duty
to take them in.

- And what's become of them?

- May I ask why you're
asking these questions?

- Mr. Gutch is writing an
article for his newspaper

on the Magdalene charity,
on the good work

that the charity does.

- I see.

- Two are still with us,
and the third has left

to go to another household.

Oh, but that one was
never a prostitute.

In fact, when Harrison
asked her how long

she'd been on the town,
she thought he was asking

how long she'd been in London.

She was a simple girl.

- What did she look like,
this girl?

Was she beautiful?

- Beautiful, no I
never thought so.

But men often have such
different views.

You wouldn't describe
her as beautiful

would you my dear?

- No, no I would not.

- Her name is Mary Baker,
she's with a Mrs. Matthews

in Clapham, she's a kind woman
who seems fond of the girl.

I'll give you her address,
and you can decide

for yourself if you agree
with my husband

on the question of
her good looks.

- If she's presently employed
in Clapham I won't need to.

Thank you for your time.

- Charlotte, see Mr. Gutch out,
my dear.

Thank you very much.

That means goodbye.

- In what language?
- It's Mary's language.

- Come along Miss Peake.

With
those three words

the world of imagination
had become one of reality.

♪ Balls of wits and
wicked stardust ♪

♪ Former leaders fair maligned ♪

♪ All the nightfall's
been affected ♪

♪ Hand unsteady as the wind ♪

- His royal highness, the
Prince Regent.

- Sh.

♪ So much altered from
what ladies ♪

♪ Were 2000 years ago ♪

♪ If they call an after nature ♪

♪ Blessed on English
dreams I dreamt ♪

♪ So much altered from
what ladies ♪

♪ Were 2000 years ago ♪

♪ Even once the accusation ♪

♪ Men our sex unjustly blame ♪

♪ They are slaves to ♪

- My dear Margaret, the dance.

- King?

- No, no dear, this is his son.

An absolutely different
kettle of fish.

- Oh how witty, look at
all of us, all dressed up.

- Your royal highness, may
I present her royal highness

Princess Caraboo of the
island nation of Javasoo.

- May we instruct our
new cousin in the new

continental dance which
the press has declared

unwholesome, disreputable,
and lascivious?

- Oh dear.

- An imprudent choice of
costume, Charles.

- Now, it's really
terribly simple.

Back, side, together, one, two,
three.

Back, side, together, one, two,
three.

Margaret, she's a very
good little dancer.

Quite enchanting,
quite enchanting.

- Sweet.

- Now when my new pavilion
at Brighton is completed

you shall live in it.

- I'm not going in.

I'm
certainly not going in.

- This is so humiliating.

I feel ridiculous.

- I feel ridiculous too.

- Highness.

- Who is that fellow?

I
don't know sir.

- The trouble with the
aristocracy today

is that they have no respect
for the royal family.

- Probably a Republican.

- Mary, Mary Baker, I
know that you are

Mary Baker from Witherich,
I fear for you.

I fear that you'll
be discovered.

The consequences of that
will be terrible.

- Stop it, I know you
are Mary Baker.

Have you any idea of the danger

you're putting yourself in?

Mary, I care what
happens to you.

I know you think this is
all an amusement

but it's a mad and dangerous
thing you're doing.

Princess?

- Princess, may we
have the pleasure

of the next dance?

Who was that fellow,
looked like Byron.

- This way sir.

- Wake up, wake up.
- What's happening?

- It's morning.

- Are they still dancing?

- No, no, it's quiet.

- God's teeth, what shall we do?

Do you think we should go in?

Do you think you should go in?

Yes, I'll wait here.

- Oh, Jane, what a shame
you're so late.

You missed a marvelous evening.

Yes, you have.

- I wasn't aware I was invited.

Well of course you were,
silly girl.

- Well done, Mrs. Worrall,
my darling, darling woman.

Well done.

Mr. Worrall sir, sir.

- God, they've sent
troops after us.

Halt, halt in the
name of the Prince Regent.

- Lieutenant Gordon at
your service ma'am.

I am charged by his royal
highness the Prince Regent

to ensure safe passage to
you and your attendants

to your place of residence.

- Ha, jolly good, well done.

Convey our gratitude to his
royal highness, carry on.

March!

This
girl's story would sell

my newspaper, but it was
much more than just a story.

To me she was the most
wonderful creature in the world.

And I was not going to
endanger her.

I put her at enough
risk already.

Here's the piece on the ball.

- That's all of it, I
thought you said

you'd be a longer piece.

- I decided against the
longer version.

- Ah, at a ball given in her
honor by Lord and Lady Apthorpe

the Princess Caraboo, wearing
a simple white elegant dress

danced with a variety
of handsome partners.

- Go on, Mr. Frixos.

- But her most ardent
and persistent admirer

appeared to be the Prince
Regent himself.

- I hope your majesty
will approve

the form of invitation
to a modest ball

to be held her at Nowell
in your majesty's honor

at the end of the
month of November.

We are hoping that your
recent presentation

to the Prince Regent will
encourage his royal highness

to do us the honor of
attending the festivity.

- Does she understand?

- She will.

- Please go on, Mrs. Peake.

- When I told Charlotte
about the princess

in the newspaper, we don't
often see the Bristol papers.

She told me that the girl
who was in our employ

Mary Baker was her
name, had often told her

a bedtime story of a similar
princess who was kidnapped

from her palace sold as a
slave and jumped off a ship

in the Bristol Channel, it's
an odd coincidence, yes?

- Mary?

Mary?

Mary, don't you recognize me?

- It is Mary.

- Mrs. Worrall, there's no
doubt about it.

This is the girl I
employed myself as a maid.

- Is this true?

- Very sorry ma'am,
I'm very sorry.

- Worthless, because of her,
worthless!

Damn her, she lied, and
that is perjury.

- But a trial, a spectacle,
surely we don't want to

undermine the position
of the bank any further.

- The bank's done for Sam.

The world knows we've
been made bloody fools of.

- We are really the guilty ones.

- Who's guilty, us?

- Yes, us, we wanted her
to be a princess.

You for greed and to
enrich yourselves

and I to gain the
admiration of society.

- And as Christians we are
taught blessed are the merciful.

- Rubbish, the law is the
law, and I as magistrate

and you as citizens have
a moral responsibility

to put a criminal like
that at the end of a rope.

Don't we Sam?

- But you can't hang this
girl for what she's done.

Oh yes I can.

- I think Mr. Haythorne
is right my dear.

We do have a moral
responsibility.

- Mr. Worrall, until now
I was not fully aware

of the true nature of
your character.

- Well hang her tomorrow,
are you with me?

- I'm with you, of course.

- Mrs. Worrall, may I have
a word with you please?

- Mr. Worrall says he's
gonna have her hanged.

- Hanged, poor princess.

Will they do it do you think?

Of
course they will.

They've done folk for less.

- Yes, but to be hanged.

- Well, I wish I had the
pluck to do what she done.

She made fools of them
all, see, and she had

the time of her life doing it.

That girl danced all night
with the Prince Regent.

Well I say good on her, that's
what I say, good on her.

- That's what I say too.

- That's Worrall's best claret.

- Sod him.

To her royal highness, she
not Greek, she not French.

She not Indian, she not
African, she not Russian.

She our own princess, long
live the Princess Caraboo.

- Long live the
Princess Caraboo.

- Long live the
Princess Caraboo.

- I suppose you've come
to tell me you told me so.

- I haven't come to do that.

- I'm sorry to have
deceived Mrs. Worrall

'cause she was deceived
because she was kind.

But them others, Mr.
Worrall and them others

I don't mind about them.

- They're the ones that
may cost you.

- Well, I don't care what
they do to me.

- I care what they do to you.

I don't think what you've
done is reprehensible.

I think it's remarkable,
an adventure.

- Adventure, I suppose it was.

- How did you make up the
story, invent the language?

It's a feat of the imagination.

- Is that what it is?

It wasn't nothing difficult.

Them sailors all have tales
to tell of far-off lands

from roving far over the oceans.

- Is that where it started?

- No, London.

I seen a French girl begging,
and I see how good she does

because people take
pity on her plight

before they do on one of
their own kind.

So I try pretending I'm French,
to beg.

But they take me to
see a Frenchman.

So I has to pretend
I'm someone else

and that's how it starts.

I don't know, it was easy.

When I was her, the princess,
I was her.

I just become her, it
comes natural

and I'm not Mary Baker no more,
I'm her.

- I'd like to hear you
tell her story.

- I'm not telling it,
you'll be here all night.

- Tell me part of it,
a small part.

From the moment
where she escapes

from the English captain.

When she lands in England,
if you like.

- “Land ho," cries the sailor.

Now the princess don't
know what that means

but she sees land that's
as green and sweet

as the ocean is salt and blue.

"England," one of the
sailors sang

like a man sings to the
girl he loves.

And the princess is so happy
at the sight of this land

she starts to weep,
and the captain

he puts his hand on her
to send her back below

and she shouts,

And that means, unhand
me, you indelicate rogue.

I'm a personage of royal
blood that is bluer

than the deepest blue
of a sapphire.

And she dived over the side
and swum strongly to shore.

You laughing at me, Mr. Gutch?

- Not in the least, it's
very beautiful.

Go on with it, please.

- And when her tears had
dried so that she could see

she saw England, a land
of unhappiness and misery.

The folks are
begging and hungry.

The princess wandered
across the country

from village to village,
and people was mostly kind

and fed her and gave
her shelter.

But then she came to a village
where they reported her

for begging, but she
weren't begging, you see?

'Cause princesses
don't ever beg.

Even when they're dying
of hunger they don't beg.

So she done nothing wrong,
and that's the truth.

I done nothing wrong,
not really.

Not enough to be hanged for.

- I'll do whatever I can
for you Mary, I promise.

- Would you make sure that these
are delivered to Mr. Gutch?

- Certainly ma'am.

- Thank you.

- Ask him to wait in
the library.

- He insists, madam.

- Who insists?

This is scandalous.
- It is.

This is libel, and it can
and will be answered as such.

- I think not sir, it
proclaims a fraud

on the part of yourself and
other officers of the bank

and you will answer it as such.

- May I remind you I am
a magistrate?

- And these documents
prove that you have

illegally issues bank
notes several times

the value of your
bullion deposits.

- Those documents are the
private and confidential

property of the bank and
I demand to know

how you came by them.

- I would have thought
it sufficient to know

that they're in my possession.

But I have a proposal,
an exchange.

One fraud for another.

- Mary, there's a ship
sailing on the morning tide

bound for America, and
you're to be on it.

- Oh ma'am.

- Here are your clothes,
and 20 guineas.

With this letter, apply
to the Moravian sisters

when you arrive in Philadelphia.

- Oh, thank you Mrs.
Worrall, I'll never forget

your kindness, never.

- Don't thank me child,
you owe your deliverance

to Mr. Gutch, and in a way,
I owe my deliverance to you.

I wish you luck Mary.

- Oh.

- I wish you every
success and happiness

in America, princess.

- Thank you Mr. Frixos.

- Mr. Worrall, after 10
years of marriage

the time has come for me
to say enough is enough.

I've arranged lodgings for
you in Bristol.

The servants will remain
with me, of course

with the exception of Betty.

You'll need a housekeeper.

- Perhaps you'll write to me.

I'd like to hear how
Princess Caraboo

fares in the New World.

- New World, it will
be a new world for me.

Maybe I won't ever be
coming back.

- Perhaps you will one day.

- You might find your
way to America one day.

Maybe.

- I couldn't ask for
more than that.

In a
way that I never expected

this girl had held out
her hand to me

and now I was letting her go.

What are the chances for
love in a man's life?

Very few, maybe one, and
I had not had the courage

to declare myself,
instead the coward in me

had taken refuge in his safe,
dull life.

- I'm just down to the pie
shop, do you want anything?

- No, thanks.

This was my reality, I was a
printer, newspaper publisher

and a man of supposed
responsibility, or was I?

- Head her at the point, Mr.
Marlowe.

- What language is that?

- It's Irish, it means
there you are, here I am.

- Mrs. Worrall, Mrs. Worrall,
have you seen the paper?

- No, why?

- Princess Caraboo entertained
by Napoleon Bonaparte.

- No, no, can't be true.

- Read it, very good story.

- The ship carrying
Princess Caraboo to America

was driven south by a
great tempest

and passed close aboard
the island of Saint Helena.

At her insistence the
princess was put ashore

and presented to the emperor,
oh Frixos.

- There's more.

- A week later, the
princess and Mr. Gutch

boarded a ship bound
for America.

It's a very good
story, it it true do you think?