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- Duchess! Duchess!

- Disgusting.
- Get away...

You're scum. You're scum!

- Slut!
- Oh, you'll be judged.

Get back.

I've told you!

I saw the crowds.

How was the reception?

Rapturous. What do you want?

You've played a spirited game,
but we both know

you don't have
the guts for this.

Do we, really?

Margaret, I want to give you
one last chance.

Because I'm an honorable man.

I'll go in there, talk to my QC,

and this will all be over.

There'll be no need for you
to be confronted with...

...the evidence.

Just nod your head.

Hadn't you better
take your seat?

In the matter
of Argyll v. Argyll,

the court now calls Margaret,
Duchess of Argyll.

I once saw you
at the Café de Paris.

You were coming down the stairs,

all eyes were on you,
the famous Mrs. Sweeny.

I won't be Mrs. Sweeny
for much longer.

Yes, I heard that.
You're divorcing him.

- Desertion. The man's a fool.

If you were mine, I'd never
let you out of my sight.

If you were mine.

Captain Ian Campbell.

I know who you are.

What happened next?

I can't have just
walked down the staircase.

Well, you descended
the stairs, and...

I was enchanted.

Utterly bewitched.

I said,

"There's the girl
I'm gonna marry."

- Who did you say that to?
- Janet, my wife.

I rather think it's why
she divorced me.

My first wife, that is.

I wonder what reason
your second wife will give?

Oh, she'll never divorce me,
no matter how hard I try.

Well, you should try harder.

Put your...

...back into it.

You have a delicious
little stammer.

It's never been
called that before.

You keep a diary?

Doesn't everyone?

You know what I think?

You should put a thick line

through all those
boring appointments and write,

"Off to Scotland
with Captain Campbell."

Should I?

You can join me while I take
care of some family business.

I'll be a perfect gentleman.

In that case, I'll stay at home.

Yvonne.

Margaret.

Yvonne MacPherson,
my wonderful assistant.

Woman's a bloody godsend.

- Where are they?
- In the library.

I wouldn't come in
if I were you.

Place is a plague pit.
Cold as a morgue.

Take a look around the grounds

and then we'll go
for some dinner.

- Let's see Cousin Niall.

I've read so much about you,
seen your photograph so often...

...I feel I know you.

Do you?

Yvonne!

Christ, I'm dreading this.

Hello, Niall.

Really quite incredibly hungry.

Well?

We could sell an island.
Or maybe some land.

Do it, then. But not Tobermory.

Tobermory is off-limits.
It's sacrosanct.

Sell Tiree or some
of the other land.

It still wouldn't be enough
to cover the costs

of essential work
needed to the castle.

We can't even start repairs
while the duke is still alive,

as he's so fiercely
against anything

he perceives as intrusion.

Well, he believes in fairies.

Perhaps it would help
if you wore little wings

and carried a wand.

You said you would consider
an income from the estate.

For me.

We discussed it and we agreed.

You are princes among men.
How much?

1,500 pounds a year
for the term of your life.

1,500 pounds?

I'd earn more selling my
arsehole on the Glasgow docks.

- Well, if you don't want it...
- Jesus wept, fine.

I don't have a choice, do I?

When do I get it?

When you inherit
the Duchy of Argyll.

Give all those pieces of paper
to Mrs. MacPherson.

I don't have time for them.

I'm done.

What does this mean?

"Forget Not."

It's beautiful.

You didn't tell me
it was so beautiful.

It's a pile.

Just needs love and attention.

She's just neglected.

Margaret.
It's so good to see you.

You don't have to be here.

We don't have
to sign it together.

I made mistakes.

- It's not too late.
- Charlie.

It is.

We'll always
be friends.

Always.

Write to the children.

It's important
they know you love them.

You can never tell a child
it's loved too much.

Bye, darling.

Charlie cried
like a baby.

Poor thing.

He cried and he cried.

He said he could never
love anyone the way he loved me.

We don't have to go,
you know.

We could just go
for a girl's dinner somewhere.

Of course we have to go.

Imagine the talk
if I didn't turn up.

There's already been talk.

Your jaunt to the Highlands
with rugged Captain Campbell?

That's curdling some milk.

Is it?
What do you know about him?

Terrible time
with those bloody Nazis.

Locked up in one
of their horrendous

prisoner of war camps.

Men being operated on
with no anesthetic

to see how long they last,
that sort of thing.

Christ. Poor man.

He never said anything
about that.

Well, it's not very erotic,
is it?

You're not going to fall
backwards on to a chaise lounge

with tales of torture
and starvation.

I don't know.

- Cheers, darling.
- Come on, tell all.

There's nothing to tell.

- It's me.
- I know it's you.

- There's nothing to tell.
- Because he's married?

There are stories about
Captain Ian Campbell, you know.

- Not war stories.
Women stories.

Diana, darling,
there are stories about me.

I liked him. I liked his castle.

Keep your powder dry.
It's not his castle yet.

- Yet. Are they out there?
- Of course they are.

How much do you want to bet

- Maureen gets her penis out?

Not a penny. Maureen
always gets her penis out.

Ugh.

- This way, please!

- This way, please!

Congratulations
on your divorce.

Now you can grace us
with your beauty again.

How we've missed you.

Ah, hello. Oh...

Everyone, handpicked by moi,
to cheer you up.

What a wonderful hostess
you are, Maureen.

You really do think
of everything.

Canapés and cock.
Is there anything else?

- Well, hopefully a dessert.

Mm.

I know what's going
to get this party started.

Here we go.

Do it again.

I think we need
another one, don't we?

Who is going to be
the lucky person?

Freddy.

- Come on, darling.
- All right, then.

- Go on, Freddy!

- The Four
"Dreamy Eyes"]

Thought of you the other day.

Mm?

I took little Sheridan
to London Zoo.

I arranged for him to have
a tour with one of the keepers.

The boy is obsessed
with animals.

Hmm. I like them myself.

We went to the monkey house.

My dear, those chimps
with their ghastly pink bottoms,

just hideous.

They don't know that, do they?

They probably think
they look charming.

There were these other monkeys.

Um, apes, bonobos.

Quite fascinating.

Everything they do is about sex.

They meet a new bonobo,
they have sex with them.

Sticking it in and out, dear.

Hello. How do you do?

In and out,
tossing each other off,

fingering each other,
in and out, in and out nonstop.

It's how they make friends.

And I thought...

that's Margaret.

In and out, in and out.

Margaret is a bonobo.

It's not my fault
that you don't like it, Maureen,

and that you're no good at it.

I do like it.

I like it very much.

And I'm extremely good at it.

That's not my fault.

And bonobo apes
sound perfectly precious.

I shall have to make a handsome
donation to their welfare.

- Bonjour, mon capitan.
- Bonjour.

Oh, you're back.

I am. And I got you a present.

Lovely new mink...

for my lovelier wife.

Magnificent.
What a picture you look.

Look at us.

What fun we're having.

It's too hot for mink.

Well, it's bloody freezing
in Scotland.

Honoring the death
of Niall Diarmid Campbell,

Captain Ian Douglas Campbell
has been announced

as the 11th Duke of Argyll.

Captain Campbell is
a distant cousin

of the tenth duke and is headed
to Inveraray Castle

where he will now
take up residency,

obtaining salvage rights to
the sunken Duque de Florencia

- in Tobermory Bay.
- Oh.

Yes?

Go ahead, caller.

Yes, it's for the 11th Duke
of Argyll at the House of Lords.

Congratulations, Your Grace.

Stop.

I'm feeling restless. Stop.

Come and see me. Stop.

M. Stop.

That's it?

Yeah.

The Duque de Florencia.

Part of the Spanish Armada.

Buried under four centuries
of silt and seaweed.

Shipwreck full of jewels.

It's like finding the El Dorado.

You could almost touch it.

People have tried.
Previous dukes.

No one's managed it yet.

Costs a bloody fortune.

Maybe you will.

Well, it would make it all
seem more real.

I wasn't brought up here.

Don't know it.
Wasn't born to it.

I inherited it all
from a distant, distant cousin,

not a father or even an uncle.

I'm only the duke
'cause there was no one else.

There's only me.

A bit desperate, really.

I don't know.

It's gonna rain.

- Better head back.

Let's go fast again.

I didn't know you were there.

- Yes, you did.

Yes, I did.

I thought
I'd rustle us up some tea.

Now?

- Mm.
- What is it?

What is it?

Nothing.

What?

No one ever sees that.

30 stitches.

You're going to be the one
to do it.

To raise the shipwreck.

We're going to do it all.

Yes?

Be my duchess?

We have to promise

that we will never,
ever bore one another.

I'll do and say many things.

None of them will be boring.

I believe you.

Then yes.

I think it's time
you met my father.

- Daddy!
- Darling girl. Mm!

- Ian?
- Mm.

This is my father,
George Whigham.

Daddy, this is
Captain Ian Campbell,

- the Duke of Argyll.
- Well, none of that
antiquated nonsense.

Just Ian. Please.

Nice to meet you, George.

The Argylls have
salvage rights, Daddy.

Granted by King James II.

Yes, and it's full
of Spanish gold.

Oh, and a crown from the pope.

Imagine the rocks in that.
All just lying there,

- waiting.
- Raising it sounds a job.

- That's wild water.
- Yes. The Royal Navy

is sending their best men out
for free.

But don't think I
won't be checking those frogmen

for doubloons, though.

Margaret's been telling me

about Inveraray.

My daughter's fallen in love
with your castle.

Well, George, my castle
has fallen in love with her.

Hook, line and sinker.

Can't bear to be without her.

That's why I put that ring
on her finger.

Statement of intent.

Now you've
made me go pink.

I'm going to go
and talk to Mummy

and leave my two favorite men
to talk.

Hello, Mummy.

Careful.

Yes, I can see it.

It's an Argyll family heirloom.

It looks like it came
from Woolworths.

Well, it didn't.

I may be trapped in this chair,
but I still hear things.

He's a married man.

You're carrying on
as if he isn't.

My daughter, an adulteress.

A roundheel.

The squalor of it.

It's not adultery
if the marriage is unhappy.

It doesn't count.

You should be ashamed
of yourself.

He's got children.
Think of them.

I'm in love with him.

Your skin is looking dull.

No, it isn't.

And your jawline's looking...

soft.

Getting a few wrinkles.

I'm not getting any wrinkles,

and there's nothing wrong
with my jawline.

I massage my creams in
every night.

I do my exercises
just like you taught me.

Why must you always...

...be like this, Mummy?

Could you not say something nice
to me for a change?

I'm so lonely.

I think your father has
a mistress.

He goes out at night,
leaves me on my own.

Tell him to stay here with me.

He'll listen to you.

Daddy needs company.

He doesn't have a mistress.

He'd never do that to me.

George,

you're now a patron
of Clan Campbell,

and I'm humbled
by your generosity.

I'm a Scot,
a proud one.

It's every Scot's
ancestral heritage,

and I am honored
to play my part.

Also, one thing. I've...

I've let my London
club memberships lapse.

Couldn't help me out
at your place, could you?

I'd be happy to.

Thank you, Daddy.

- You've made me so proud.
- Hmm.

- [

He did the same thing
when we were married,

and now it's your turn.

But he does realize
that I can see this,

that his sons will see this.

Their father-- with her.

She was engaged to my brother
for a while.

Engaged to just about everyone
as I understand it.

Is it true about David Niven?

That's the rumor.

And Prince Aly Khan?

Yes.

Good God.

I'm rather fond of her.

Janet, she's humiliating me.

He's humiliating you.

How can he do this?

How is this fair?

- Louise...

Mon cher Oui-Oui,

why carry on like this?

He's making it easy for you.

Divorce him.

Best thing I ever did.

Divorce him.

Ian always gets
what he bloody wants.

And her...

I suppose Daddy's millions means
that she gets what she wants.

Dear Margaret...

Well, congratulations.

You win.

Mummy! Mummy!

I hope you'll be gratified
to know that every detail

of Ian's public betrayal
of me with you

has been unbearably painful.

I'm not
a very good teammate,

I'm afraid.

Welcome to White's.

Honored to have you as a member.

Thank you, George.

- A celebratory snifter,
I think.
- Hmm.

One second.

Charlie Sweeny.

To the victor the spoils, eh?

Perhaps if I
didn't love my sons so much

I would fight harder,

delay the inevitable,

just to deprive you
of your gloating triumph.

So much money out there
just waiting for us.

Good luck!

Don't come back
until you've found our treasure.

Good luck!

But
I don't want

to drag this out for them.

So I'm letting you win

and giving Ian his divorce.

I hope my pain makes you happy.

"...and I hope you
never have to know the agony

of having your private life
laid bare for all to see,

of being paraded
for the judgment of others.

Though, knowing a little
of your character,

I imagine you would welcome
the publicity.

Sincerely, Louise."

Poor me.
God, the tedious old horse.

Although, I suppose
what can you expect, really,

from someone
who calls themself Wee-Wee.

Oui-Oui.

A nickname only used
by close friends.

And you, my darling, are
never going to be one of those.

Then she doesn't know
what she's missing, does she?

I'm delightful.

Poor old Wee-Wee.

- Oui-Oui.
- Yes, Diana, darling,
that's what I said.

Wee-Wee.

"The Get Around"]

Should we have Junior in
the middle? What do you think?

No, I think two girls
together is a terrible idea.

All right, your children
behind you. Mine behind me.

One happy family.

Chest out. Back straight.

Now, you come closer.
I think he needs to come closer.

Colin right there?
Here? All right.

- That's much better.
- Junior, you-you...

- Just there, sweetheart.
- Sho-Shoulders...

- Shoulders back.
- Shoulders back.

Everybody ready?

It's not a funeral.
You can smile.

You gonna hold my hand?

- I suppose I should.

- Everybody tense up.

- Hello!
- Welcome, Captain!

Thank you!

- Thank you.

Thank you so much! Thank you.

Welcome, Your Graciousness.

Thank you.

Shall we?

- I'm gonna carry you.
- What?

I'm gonna carry you
across the threshold.

- Oh, no, Ian, please.
- The Duke of Argyll

will carry his duchess
into Inveraray Castle.

- Come on. Up you come.

- Oh, my God,

it's like carrying
a piece of wood.

I'm sorry, but I just,
I don't like it.

Well, I can't put you down.
Everybody's looking.

Oh, no, you're going to drop me.

I'm not gonna fuckin' drop you!

Can you please put me down.
Please.

Ian...

There, you're down.

Happy?

Thank you so much
for that wonderful reception.

We'll have champagne
and cake inside.

Mm.

So, it's just to take
this whole toilet,

um, through that door and up
to the second floor bathroom.

- Okay.
- Okay. It's very delicate.
You might need some help.

Hello.

I'm all confused.

Father.

- Father.
- Ian.

Colin. Other hand.

Look me in the eyes.

We're so happy that you're here.

Mwah! Such handsome boys!

We've got so much to show you.

- Mm.
- Your rooms are all ready.

And we've got toast and cake.

And my little doggy can't wait
to make friends.

All right, well,
I'm going for a walk.

- What? They've
only just got here.
- I know.

Give you a chance
to get to know each other.

Better without me, I think.

- Where's my father?
- Still on his walk.

Has he had an accident?

- He might have fallen.
- No, of course not.

He knows the countryside
around here.

It belongs to him.

He hasn't fallen anywhere.

He's just lost track of time.

Boys...

I know how hard it is
to share your daddy.

I used to hate sharing my daddy
with anyone.

We don't call him Daddy.

We call him Father.

Right.

When I was a little girl,

I was rather lonely,

and my daddy got me two puppies.

They were such lovely company,
always so cheerful.

Would you both like a puppy

to be your friend
while you're here?

What would happen
when we weren't here?

Well, I'd look after it.

I love dogs.

And you could write it letters
from school,

and I could read them out,
and your little puppy would know

exactly what you've been up to.

Dogs can't understand what
you say. That's stupid.

It's just an idea.

We want to be excused.

Do you know...

maybe I should send some men out
to look for your daddy.

- He's our father!
- I heard there were

two young gentlemen still awake.

Colin, you should be in bed.
So should you, Ian.

They
were waiting for you.

Ian was worried that
you'd fallen down a mountain.

- Really?
- No, I wasn't.

You own all this countryside.

You'd never fall down anywhere.

Damn right.

Only cretins
fall down mountains.

Mm!

All right, come on, bed.

- Ian?

- Ian?

Ian, why have you locked
the door?

Ian?

Come to bed.

Oh. Off you get, naughty boy.

Off.

You said that the Navy were
supplying the divers for free

because they were interested
in the project.

But that says 6,000 pounds.

They're chiselers.

- Jackals.
- The Royal Navy
are not chiselers.

Well, then they're arseholes.

- And...

what mink coat from Worth?

Oh.

I bought that for Oui-Oui.

- Did you?
- Mm-hmm.

Well, you didn't buy it, Ian,

because they've issued a writ
for 4,000 pounds, and...

that's 10,000 pounds
all together.

Why are you being
such a fucking wife?

Honestly.

I'm not...

- ...being a wife.
- Oh, God.

It's a lot of money.

On top of everything else.

This is serious, Ian.
Those are writs.

So let them come for me,

I'll kill myself,

and that'll get rid
of the problem.

Can't take a corpse to court.

For God's sake.

Look...

I'll pay them both,

- this time.
- Mm.

But it's galling in the extreme

to think that I'm paying
for Wee-Wee's mink.

I want to clear up this library.

- All these papers.
- You do not touch those.

Those are my cousin Niall's
papers; they're his work.

They're heirlooms.

Ian, it's rubbish.

You wouldn't know
a serious academic work

if it came up
and bit you on your fanny.

Those are an act of thought,

of inquiry...

creation.

What have you ever created
in your entire life?

Except... you.

And who else, exactly,
am I supposed to have created?

And I made
two beautiful children.

Mm, mm, marvelous job
you've done there.

They're completely spoiled.

How...

How d-d-d-dare I, perhaps?

Here's a thought, Margaret.

Pay the b-b... b-bills.

It's what you're for.

Excuse me, Your Grace.

Thank you, Mr. Clacy.

Uh, I'm a monster.

And a bastard.

And I'm sorry.

And I know I would be nothing
without you.

Forgive me.

How many men did I marry?

Every morning I wonder which Ian
I'm going to wake up to.

- Maureen.
- Darling.

- How are you?
- Mm. Very well.

Oh. Every inch the duchess.

As if you'd been born to it.

What a triumph, darling.

It's-it's all exquisite.

You should be very proud.

Mm, I am.

I didn't know that people
had started arriving yet.

Oh, well, we have.

Little old me and, uh,

a special someone
I don't think you're expecting.

Wee-Wee.

How lovely to see you.

Oui-Oui.

That's what I said.
Glorious mink.

I think I bought it.

Oui-Oui!

You made it. Marvelous.

What do you think
of the old place?

Can you picture yourself here?

Why don't you...

get yourself...

outside a glass of champagne
and have a poke around

and then cast a beady eye
over the fixtures and fittings.

Well, she's looking rather good,
isn't she?

What?

Did you invite her?

Darling, Louise is
the mother of my heir.

Needs her stamp of approval.

But you didn't consider
that it might upset me,

when I've put so much work
into this day?

I didn't give you
a second thought.

Your Grace?

No.

What did you mean,
can she see herself here?

Oh, not now. Obviously.

Couldn't be under the same roof
for more than a couple of hours.

But later, when I die,
my son will be duke.

It'll be up to him,
and it's traditional

to have one's old mum rattling
around in one of the wings.

And what happens to me
when you die?

Well, I imagine you get sad for
a little bit, but then you marry

some ghastly banker,
and off to Monaco you'll pop.

No, Ian, what happens to me
and Inveraray?

The home that I've built,
what happens?

Well, that
will also be up to my son,

and he's very fond
of his mother.

Does this mean I've
got to make friends with her?

I think it might help, yes.

Then that's what I'll do.

That's the spirit.

By the time I'm finished
with her,

she's going to adore me.

If she doesn't stab you
in the neck while you sleep,

I'd call that a triumph.

Oh, here they come.
Shall we, Your Grace?

- Margaret?
- Hmm?

Don't push her in the lake
or anything.

Of course I won't.

Promise?

Congratulations!

- Speech! Speech!
- Speech!

Say something.

It's been one of the greatest
privileges of my life

to restore Inveraray Castle
to such magnificent grandeur.

An enduring legacy
for my husband,

the Duke of Argyll,
and his heirs.

- Yes, indeed!

Bravo!

- Bravo!

"I love you so much,

I am so happy my sons
are yours, not Ian's.

Your own Louise."