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♪ Gloriana ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Gloriana ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Gloriana, hallelujah ♪

♪ Hallelujah. ♪

♪♪

PEEL: So, by
examining the boy's head,

you will know whether he
is of a criminal disposition?

There is a depression
here in the area of causality,

indicating the
subject is unaware

of the consequences
of his actions.

How did you get
into the palace, boy?

JONES: If I tell you that,

I won't never be able
to go back now, will I?

ALBERT: An
apothecary's errand boy.

How can he just
walk in off the street?

Maybe he climbed over a wall,

like a cat.

Like a curious, curious cat
who wanted to see his queen.

It sounds like a nursery rhyme.

This is serious.

What if he had had a knife?

What if he had-had-had
stabbed us in our sleep?

What-what if he had hurt Vicky?

He was just a
little boy, Albert.

Even I could have
overpowered him in my condition.

The way that this
palace is run, it's chaos.

Cobwebs in every corner

and the, the drains are
like the Augean stable

and it's-it's porous.

Well, if it bothers you so much,

then stop complaining
and do something about.

You are giving me permission

to reform the way
the palace is run?

Well, if that will stop you
ruining my breakfast, then yes.

Let your Papa show you

how efficient he is. (baby coos)

MELBOURNE: Well, thank
you for coming all the way down

from London, Doctor.

I am afraid the local man
has run out of remedies.

The weakness on the left
side suggests a grave disorder.

I must advise complete rest
and an absence of stimulants.

The cure sounds worse
than the complaint.

I am not talking
about a cure, my lord.

With a case like this,
the prognosis is uncertain.

In some cases there
is a steady decline,

while for others things
progress more... quickly.

May I suggest, my lord, that
you put your affairs in order.

VICTORIA It's most curious,

I have written to
Lord M several times

and received no reply.

He has not answered
my letters either, ma'am.

Could you go and see him

and find out what's the matter?

Yes, of course, ma'am.

ALBERT: Mr. Penge,
it is your duty

to oversee the palace staff,

is it not? Yes, sir.

Can you explain to me why in
all the times I have been here

in the palace, the windows
have not been cleaned once?

Look at them.

They are filthy.

Only on the outside, sir,

which falls under
the jurisdiction

of the Commissioner
of Woods and Forests,

who perhaps on this occasion
has been remiss in his duties.

The inside, which is my domain,

if you permit me...

is spotless.

Thank you.

BUCCLEUCH: There are more
begging letters than usual, ma'am,

some even requesting
an audience.

But, in your condition...

His nose is quite dry.

Don't you think, Skerrett?

Oh, yes, ma'am.

I shall write to Mr. Bascombe

and all the others and tell
them that you're indisposed.

Bascombe?

I know that name.

He wove the silk for your
wedding dress, ma'am.

Oh, yes, of course,
I remember now.

He managed to put our monogram

into the material. Exquisite.

Well, I shall certainly
see Mr. Bascombe.

And Skerrett,

will you see that Dash is given

a dish of those
chicken livers he likes?

Yes, ma'am.

(dog whimpers)

♪♪

A bushel of sugar plums a month.

Would you say this palace
is efficiently run, Brodie?

Why no, sir.

But that is to be expected.

When you come
into royal service, sir,

you know the wages
won't be much,

but it's a great honor
to working at the palace

and the perks are plentiful.

Perks?

The housemaids get
the household tea leaves,

for example.

But what on earth can they
do with used tea leaves?

They sell them, sir.

There's still a brew
to be had in them.

♪♪

EMMA: I have brought
you a letter from the queen.

You should have told
me you were coming.

I would have arranged all
manner of entertainments.

If I had told you I was coming,

you would have found
a way to put me off.

Yes, well, that's probably true.

I have become something
of a hermit of late.

The queen would like to know why
you haven't answered her letters.

I have found myself
with nothing to say.

I think she would find
that hard to believe.

I don't know what to tell her.

Tell her there's
nothing wrong with me

apart from congenital laziness.

How's that?

♪♪

He doesn't want to play today.

LEHZEN: He's
getting older, ma'am.

Dash isn't old!

Are you?

Sit there.

Mr. Bascombe, Your Majesty.

Oh, yes.

Mr. Bascombe.

How can I help you?

Your Majesty.

I come on behalf of the
silk weavers of Spitalfields.

We come to you to implore
you to preserve our livelihood

from the import of silk

from the continent. (sighs)

Well, I-I'm not sure that I
could... Look at this silk.

You can see how lustrous it is.

How the warp and weft are
separate but harmonious.

Now, look at this
foreign material.

You see how dull
it is in comparison?

How crude the colors are?

Yes, yes, I can
see the difference.

I have a son, Nathaniel.

I always thought he'd succeed
me, my loom on Fournier Street.

But if we allow
this inferior material

to put us out of business,

then he'll have no profession.

He will just be another hungry
boy on the streets of London,

looking for work.

♪♪

PEEL: But the government
cannot introduce a tariff

to protect every industry

threatened by cheaper
imports, ma'am.

But isn't that exactly what
the Corn Laws do, Sir Robert?

Protect English farmers
from imports of cheaper corn?

ALBERT: I fear you may be

oversimplifying
things, Victoria.

The two cases are
very different, ma'am.

Yes, the silk weavers of
Spitalfields do not have seats

in the House of Lords.

DRUMMOND: I wonder, ma'am,

if I might make a suggestion?

As the leader of
fashionable society,

if you were to make it
known that you will only wear

Spitalfields silk...
Indeed, ma'am,

if you were to preside

at an occasion at which all the
guests were required to wear it,

that, I believe,
would bring the matter

to the public's attention
as nothing else could.

An excellent notion.

What about a ball?

Of course, it would
have to be soon.

PEEL: I wonder, ma'am,

given the
considerable discontent

among the lower
orders at the moment,

whether a ball might be...

misconstrued.

Misconstrued, prime minister?

PEEL: I am thinking
of Marie Antoinette,

the late queen of France, ma'am,

who when the Paris
mob demanded bread,

replied, "Let them eat cake."

If I were a member
of the lower orders,

I might blame
the prime minister,

who supports the Corn Laws

that make bread unaffordable,
for my misfortunes.

PEEL: These are
difficult times, sir.

Another bad harvest,
strikes in the north.

The country is in
a state of unrest.

The Chartists claim to have

three million signatures
to their petition.

This ball of Her Majesty's could
not have come at a worse time.

I understand your concern.

Let me speak with the queen.

(Ernest playing
Mendelssohn on piano)

The ball must be fancy dress,

so that everyone will
have a new costume

made of Spitalfields silk.

And it will be a chance
to see so many old friends.

Harriet must come.

EMMA: Yes, ma'am.

VICTORIA: And I
have written to Lord M.

I want to fill my dance card.

Surely, you're not
intending to dance, ma'am.

(piano playing continues)

And why on earth not?

ERNEST: Oh Duchess,
you cannot keep

all the partners to yourself.

If I dance the first
two sets with you,

I think I should be allowed at
least one waltz with Victoria.

(sniffling)

A woman in your condition
should not be gallivanting, ma'am.

I believe you have
a cold, Duchess.

You have my
permission to withdraw.

♪♪

ERNEST: I was wondering

if we could have
a medieval theme.

VICTORIA: This is Edward III.

He founded the
Order of the Garter.

Well, he reminds me of you.

Is it right, Victoria,

for us to hold a ball

when so many of your
people are starving?

This is a way of trying
to help them, Albert.

ERNEST: I think
you have the legs

of a Plantagenet.

(Albert and Victoria chuckle)

And I think you would
look magnificent in a crown,

don't you think, Ernest?

ERNEST: Well, to the
manner born, I would say.

(book slams shut)

♪♪

♪♪

Here are Edward
III and his wife,

Queen Philippa of Hainault.

Edward once laid siege
to the town of Calais.

But rather than
destroy the whole town,

he asked that six of its
most prominent citizens

surrender themselves to him.

He was going to execute
these poor grey-bearded old men

until his wife, the
kindly Queen Philippa,

pleaded with him on the
life of their unborn child

to spare their lives.

Such a charming
story, and so fitting.

PLANCHÉ: Might I show
you the stained glass, ma'am.

(clears throat)

You are intending to
attend the ball then, sir?

The queen is of the belief

that this a spectacle,
as you call it,

will it remind the rich of
their obligation to the poor.

I understand the
queen means well,

but I beg you, sir,
ask her to reconsider.

The queen has made up her
mind, I'm afraid, Sir Robert,

and there is nothing that I
would say that could change it.

♪♪

(quietly): Allow
me to show you...

(indistinct chatter)

Have you chosen
your costume yet, sir?

Are you going to be a knight?

Oh, I think there will be
enough armor at the ball.

I would like to go as
someone completely different,

a cat among the
heraldic pigeons.

Someone like Robin Hood?

He was an outlaw who
lived in Sherwood Forest

with his band of archers,

fighting for King Richard
against the wicked usurper,

King John.

A lawless archer.

Yes, I think that
would suit me very well.

(metal clanging, shouting)

CHARTIST: One man, one vote.

Sign the petition here.

If you can't sign your
name, just make your mark.

One man, one vote.

Come on, sir, don't be shy.

Sign the petition here!

There.

(gasps, laughs)

Shall we put it on her?

ELIZA: Silk?

The queen is expecting again.

I've been doing the
alterations. That was quick.

Don't think she's
too happy about it.

ELIZA: Doesn't make any
difference if you're the queen

or a laundry maid,

you get caught just the same.

You should count
yourself lucky, Nancy.

I should go.

Her Majesty has a fitting
for her ball costume.

Thought you said
she was expecting.

The queen thinks that it
will help the silk weavers

to have another ball.

(snorts) Sounds like an
excuse for a party to me.

I think she means well.

I'm sure she does.

But she don't know what
it means to be hungry.

When someone eats a
pie in the street out there,

the kids follow behind like
birds looking for crumbs.

They don't need balls.

They need bread.

♪♪

The whole of London is
in a state of excitement

about the ball.

I shall be going as the
Abbess of Woldingham.

A woman who wields
power with discretion.

And you?

Have you chosen a costume?

MELBOURNE I thought
I might go as Dante,

on his way to Paradise,
not the other place.

So you are going to come?

Why shouldn't I?

♪♪

FOOTMAN: From Garrard's, ma'am.

Thank you.

This is for you. Me?

Yes, you!

Oh, well,

we have not yet
finished the memorandum

into the Treaty of Nanking,

so we can open the box when
we have finished our work.

All right, Albert, you
finish the memorandum.

(gasps in delight)

Oh, it's perfect.

It's just perfect.

Don't you think, Dash?

(Dash whimpers) (sighs)

I wonder if it will fit.

Hmmm.

Very well.

Oh!

Well, aren't you going to
finished the memorandum?

Um, are you not going
to let me look in the box?

Say please.

(sighs)

Please, Victoria, open the box.

Open it!

Aren't you going to try it on?

(gasps)

Fits you perfectly.

What do you think Dash?

Do you like it? Hmm?

My liege.

♪♪

JOHN BRIGHT: Is her majesty so
naive that she believes her patronage

to the weavers of Spitalfields

might house the countless
women and children on her streets?

How does that benefit the
poor people and weavers

of Spitalfields that their
queen wears a costume

to a ball of a value
of 64,000 pounds?

(members shouting)

MAN: Answer the question!

(members of Parliament shouting)

BRIGHT: For once Sir
Robert is speechless.

Shame on you, sir.

I stand today to speak for those

who shall no
longer be forgotten.

PEEL: Sit down, I say to you!

BRIGHT: The millions
amongst whom we live

shall no longer
be left to starve...

PEEL: The queen is doing
what she thinks is right

for the country, sir.

BRIGHT: It has become
clear that the keepers of wealth

are not the keepers
of compassion.

In their rampant extravagance,

they expose their
callous inhumanity.

Shame on you, sir! Shame on you!

PEEL: What have the Whigs
ever done for the poor people

in this country, sir?

SPEAKER: Order! Order!

BRIGHT: What the past
tells us, the future will confirm.

The people will take
back what is justly theirs.

(trumpets blaring)

♪♪

♪♪

(applause)

Oh, don't the queen and the
prince look magnificent, Aunt?

Like something
out of Walter Scott.

This whole rigmarole
is just an excuse

for the prince to play the king.

(music playing)

(party music fades)

♪♪

CLEARY: It's like a fairy tale.

Yes, that's exactly
what it's like.

(music ends, light applause)

May a humble outlaw request
the pleasure of a dance?

I fear I am out
of practice, sir.

Nonsense.

Once you have learnt
the step, one never forgets.

I wish I had danced
more when I was younger.

♪♪

Can I be of assistance, ma'am?

Thank you.

(laughs): Lord M!

My disguise is not
very effective, it seems.

I am so glad you could come.

Why, I see so little of you now.

Well, I am no longer your
prime minister, ma'am.

We are both rather
busy elsewhere.

I suppose your orchids
must be very time consuming.

Very.

I did wonder if you
might be unwell.

Illness is for people with
nothing better to do, ma'am.

Well, then you have no excuse
for not answering my letters.

Well, I would if I thought you
really needed my counsel, ma'am.

But you're quite capable
now of going your own way.

You don't need me to tell you

when you're doing
the right thing.

I see.

Perhaps you are
right, Lord Melbourne.

After all, we cannot
be as we were.

No, indeed.

Shall we join the party?

(music playing)

You see, you remember
the steps perfectly.

Well, you, I feel sure,
have been practicing.

You know, Harriet, that
nothing has changed.

May I write to you, please?

There is no point.

Then why are you
are dancing with me?

Because I cannot forget.

(music ends)

(crowd shouting angrily)

(music playing, laughter)

MELBOURNE: What a
magnificent spectacle, ma'am.

My current prime minister
thinks it's altogether too splendid.

But look at all
the beautiful silk,

woven especially
for the occasion.

I want this ball to be a symbol

of how the crown
can help the people.

You make a very
persuasive case, ma'am.

And do you agree with me?

I think the ball has
many admirable features.

I wanted him to
have his own crown.

I am sure he's very
grateful, ma'am,

as I am sure are
the silk weavers.

You don't talk like you used to.

I am out of practice, ma'am.

(orchestra starts
playing a waltz)

Shall we dance?

After all, it won't be long
until my dancing days are over.

I would like to, ma'am, but I...

But it's a waltz, Lord M.

In that case, we must
seize the moment.

(waltz continues)

VICTORIA You
know, all those years,

growing up in Kensington,

I never knew what
it meant to be happy.

But you knew it was possible.

Oh, I knew I would make
my own way, one day.

There could be no
doubt about that, ma'am.

I really do think that

you and the prince are
just what the country needs.

You're a beacon...

You're a beacon of... (falters)

(groans)

Whatever's the matter?

(groans)

The prince is asking
for you, ma'am.

It-it can wait... No, ma'am,

he is most insistent.

(sighs)

You don't miss
much, do you, Emma?

I have spent my life
watching you, William.

ALFRED O what can ail thee,

knight at arms, alone
and palely loitering?

Why aren't you in there
delighting the damsels?

I don't know, Lord Alfred.

Why aren't you?

(music stops,
applause in background)

(crowd shouting angrily)

Look at all those people.

What are they
doing, Mrs. Skerrett?

Dreaming of a decent meal
and a warm bed, I expect.

PENGE: Now is the
winter of our discontent.

Albert?

(crowd shouting
angrily in distance)

(shouting continues)

♪♪

♪♪

(laughter)

♪♪

(shouting, music
growing in intensity)

(laughter)

(shouting)

Are you feeling the
weight of it already, Albert?

Well...

I think my outlaw days are over.

(birds chirping)

♪♪

(sighs) Such a waste.

Yes, ma'am.

I think the remains should
be distributed to the poor.

An excellent idea, ma'am.

(assembly clamoring)

BRIGHT: Mr. Speaker!

According to the
Morning Chronicle,

the weavers of Spitalfields
"will dine for a day or two

and the ball over, they relapse
into brooding on doorsteps."

(members shouting)

Order! Order!

VICTORIA: Pages of criticism,

but nothing about
the real purpose.

I wish I'd never
held the stupid ball.

Really, why can't people
see I was only trying to help?

In my experience, ma'am, no
good deed ever goes unpunished.

May I have a word, ma'am?

I wonder if I might take a leave
of absence, to visit my sister?

She has had a
difficult confinement

and I would very much
like to help in her recovery.

Of course, Emma, you must
go if your sister needs you.

I hope you won't
stay away too long.

The duchess is not the
most congenial companion.

I will come back as soon as I
am no longer needed, ma'am.

Doesn't your sister's estate
lie next to Brocket Hall?

Well remembered, ma'am.

So you can see Lord
M whenever you like.

That is true, ma'am.

VICTORIA: Dash!

(piano music playing)

(music continues)

ERNEST: I do not
mean to interrupt,

but I wanted to say goodbye.

Goodbye?

I am going back to Coburg.

I don't trust my father
to behave without me.

And I wish you bon voyage, sir.

I'm just going to check
to see if the mews

has your carriage ready.

Goodbye.

These are for you, Miss Coke.

Chopin.

I have enjoyed playing
with you very much.

I wanted to give you
something to remember me by.

I appreciate the thought, sir.

But you must not only
play Chopin, Miss Coke.

I do not think the
duchess would like it.

No, sir.

Auf wiedersehen.

You were right, Sir Robert.

I should have listened to you.

To hold the ball, it
was not sensitive.

No, sir, it was not.

I allowed myself
to be persuaded.

The queen was so determined.

But, well, although I happened
to be wearing the crown

that night, I cannot resist
her, even if I'd wanted too.

You do not need a crown, sir,

to do great things
for this country.

I am afraid I am not
sure that I agree with you.

Take a look over here, sir.

You see there?

That is the site of the
new parliament building.

At the moment,
nothing is being done

because no one can
agree what sort of building

it should be or how
much it should cost.

What this vital project
requires, sir, is a patron.

A patron who is above party;
a man of taste who can shape

the building that will house
the political heart of this country.

And I believe that you are a man

who looks to the future.

And that is precisely
what we need.

(din of a busy street)

(crowd grows quiet,
dog barks in distance)

(bird tweeting)

Good day, Mr. Bascombe,
Master Bascombe.

I hope I do not disturb you.

Your Majesty.

(bird tweeting)

(sighs)

Such a delightful noise.

Yes.

We like to whistle
with them as we work.

This... this is an honor beyond
my wildest dreams, ma'am.

You are busy?

I can't work fast enough.

Even with Nathaniel, I
can't keep up with the orders.

So the ball brought
you some benefit?

Ah...

Do you see this silk?

This is Nathaniel's work.

He has a real way

with the thread.

He will be a master
weaver one day,

and, well, that's thanks

to you and your kindness, ma'am.

DRUMMOND: This
is Westminster Hall,

the only part of the
original Parliament building

to survive the fire.

Please.

Lord Melbourne?

Oh, your Royal Highness.

I didn't see you come in.

You were in a traumerei,
I believe, a daydream.

MELBOURNE: Oh...

Yes, I was...

I was admiring the ceiling, sir.

Ah, please.

Thank you.

It's 500 years old.

I gave the order to
save it from the fire.

Sometimes think it's my
most lasting achievement.

It is magnificent.

Lord Melbourne, did
you know that, um...

Sir Robert Peel has
asked me to be the patron

of the new parliament building.

Oh, a capital idea.

Oh, that's a job
well worth doing.

You think that Parliament
will listen to the ideas

of a foreign prince?

Oh, well, there may
be a few grumbles,

but, no, I think a lot of
them will be very pleased

to have a disinterested
party in charge.

I know you will
make a good job of it.

Thank you.

That's very kind.

(sighs): Wish I had
built something now.

Left some sort of
impression on this country.

ALBERT: But you
were the prime minister.

Oh, any damn fool
can be prime minister,

but to leave behind
a thing of beauty,

something like this...

Something that
people will marvel over

centuries from now,
that's, that's worth living for.

You are in an elegiac
mood, Lord Melbourne.

Elegiac...

Yes, I suppose I am.

Please forgive me
asking, but, um...

Are you quite well?

No, I can't say that I am, sir.

I can't say that I am.

All alone?

Emma Portman has
gone to her sister's.

Harriet has left and Lord
M never comes to town.

I saw him today.

You saw him?

Was he well?

At the ball, he did
not quite seem himself.

(sighs)

What is it?

What is it, Albert?

You must tell me the truth.

Lord Melbourne is ill.

Gravely so.

Why didn't he tell me?

He doesn't want you to know.

So, as you care for him,
you must say nothing.

The prince wants to
see you, Mr. Penge.

ALBERT: After analyzing

the household accounts, I
have made two discoveries.

One is that the system
for ordering defies all logic

and in some instances
appears to be organized fraud

against the royal purse.

But my second discovery is that

the royal servants' wages
are uncommonly low.

So, that leads me to conclude
that were those wages increased,

then perhaps the accounts
would become more sensible.

Do you believe that
I'm correct, baroness?

It is an interesting idea, sir.

PENGE: If I may say so, sir,

you have hit the
nail on the head.

(horse hooves clomping on stone)

BUTLER: Her Majesty the Queen.

I am glad to have caught you

before you disappeared
back to Brocket Hall.

Your Majesty, please
allow me to apologize

for not saying
goodnight at the ball.

There is no need.

Please sit.

I have brought you something.

You just wind it up here...

(mechanical bird singing tune)

And you can have
music whenever you want.

Mozart.

Your favorite.

It's most ingenious, ma'am.

But may I ask, what I
have done to deserve

such a magnificent gift?

I thought that you might
like to listen to it sometimes.

Mmm.

When you are at Brocket Hall.

I shan't be able to
travel much soon,

and so I wanted you
to have something...

To remind you...

Of all the fun to
be had in London

when you choose to return.

That is most thoughtful.

It is a beautiful thing.

These are such difficult times.

I wish you were not so far away.

Oh, I feel quite certain

you can manage
without me now, ma'am.

You will write to me?

Yes.

Yes, of course.

When you return
from Brocket Hall,

we must go riding in
the park like we used to.

Such talks we had, ma'am.

I learnt so much
from you, you know?

You learnt from me?

More than you can imagine.

Goodbye, Lord M.

(sighs) Thank you.

(sniffles)

♪♪

(sobbing)

Oh, my Liebes.

I am so sorry.

He was always there.

I know.

(sobbing): I can't bear it.

Yes, you can.

He was old, Liebes.

His time had come.

I will miss him so much.

Everything changes, Victoria.

Except us.

(mechanical bird singing)

(bird stops singing)

♪♪

VICTORIA: His attachment
was without selfishness;

his playfulness without malice;

his fidelity without deceit.

Reader, if you would live
beloved and die regretted,

profit by example of Dash.

(birds chirping)

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Gloriana ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Gloriana ♪

♪ Hallelujah, hallelujah ♪