All language subtitles for Victoria S02E06 Faith, Hope . Charity.DVDRip.NonHI.en.PBS

♪ Gloriana ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Gloriana ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Gloriana, hallelujah ♪

♪ Hallelujah. ♪

And the Lord made an east
wind blow across the land

all that day and all night.

And the wind had
brought the locusts;

they invaded all Egypt,

settled down in every part of
the country in great numbers.

They covered all the
ground until it was black.

They devoured all that
was left after the hail,

everything growing in the
fields, the fruit on the trees.

Nothing green was left

in any part of
the land of Egypt.

For the Egyptians had
broken their promise

to the Israelites
and God punished

with a plague that
made the sky dark

and the land barren.

♪♪

What a gloomy sermon.

I found it rather
thought provoking.

How pestilence and
plague is part of God's will.

What could be
gloomier than that?

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I've seen potato
fields in my parish

where every plant
is black, My Lord,

and when they dig the
tubers up, they're quite putrid.

I believe the black
stuff can be scraped off,

and what is left
may be boiled down

to make a farinaceous mixture,
which is most nourishing.

I have set up a soup kitchen
in my parish for my flock.

And in the spirit
of Christian charity,

I welcome any papist
who wishes to be baptized

into the Church of Ireland.

My congregation, I
must say, has swelled.

Every cloud... or should
I say, rotten potato...

Has a silver lining.

But if some poor
beggar were to show up

without a certificate
of baptism, what then?

I seem to remember, Traill,

that you were not so
charitably disposed

towards the papists
in your parish

when they refused
to pay their tithes.

That was willful
disobedience, my lord,

but this... calamity
is not of their making.

Oh, come now, Traill.

I think you'll find it is
entirely of their making.

This reliance...

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Miss Stevens, a package.

And this for Mr. Edwards.

And what is this?

I just don't recognize
these markings.

That'll be for me.

Are you sure, Miss Cleary?

They look like
hieroglyphics to me.

Just give her the
letter, Mr. Penge.

And I thought they
spoke English in Ireland.

Very well, carry on.

♪♪

Ernest!

Can it really be you?

I wasn't expecting
you till the christening.

Well, I hope I am still welcome.

You are always welcome here.

How are things at Coburg?

You know how it is.

The roof of the Hall
of Giants is still leaking

and the girls at
the Golden Fleece

are as educational as ever.

I heard that after Paris,

you went straight
to Baden-Baden.

It seems you are never at home.

My doctors advised me that
a course of the waters there

might be beneficial.

What are you...
you are... you are ill?

Nothing serious.

I enjoyed myself perhaps
a little too much in Paris.

Well, I am glad you
have come back.

News from home?

It's nothing.

Are you sure?

Mm-hmm.

Your majesty,
Mr. Trevelyan here,

who works in the Irish office,

has drawn up some suggestions

for the new
archbishop of Dublin.

I don't know any of these
names. It is hard to attract

candidates of the very highest
caliber to the Irish sea, ma'am.

The church there has
financial difficulties.

The so-called Tithe War
has been very damaging.

A war?

The Irish, as a race, are
prone to exaggeration, ma'am.

Some unruly elements
among the Catholic peasantry

objected to paying tithes
to the Church of Ireland

and made some violent protests.

I believe some clergymen

were burnt in
effigy, and such like.

But if the peasants
are Catholic,

then why are they paying money

to a church they
don't belong to?

The Church of Ireland
is the established church.

It is a vital bulwark

against the forces
of anarchy, ma'am.

The Catholics
outnumber Protestants

by ten to one.

If the church were to flounder,

then the very foundation of
Irish society would crumble.

I had no idea. I would
be more than happy

to explain the Irish
situation further, ma'am.

When your nursery
duties allow, of course.

Your honor!

Stop!

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Mommy won't wake up.

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Daddy!

Hello, my darling.

♪♪

If you look carefully, sir,

you can still see the remains

of the Roman hypocaust.

The palace is built on a sewer!

As I made clear in my report,

in London we're still relying
on the drainage system

that was built by the Romans.

Half a mile from here in
the rookeries of Pimlico,

thousands of people are
living without any access

to clean water and no way
to dispose of their waste.

The streets are no
better than open sewers.

So what you are saying is that,

even in the 19th century,

our public sanitation is
inferior to that of the Romans?

I'm afraid so.

Well, I will not only be
supporting your commission,

Mr. Chadwick, I fear your work
must begin here at the palace.

We must show the world

that cleanliness is
next to godliness.

Thank you. Gentlemen, please.

And if you really intend
to put water closets

throughout the palace,
well here would be

a suitable place to install one

for the servants.

Hygiene should not only
be the preserve of the rich,

Mr. Chadwick.

I couldn't agree with you
more, Your Royal Highness.

"Hygiene"? Is that German

for an assault on
individual liberty?

I think that the female
members of the household

will see it not as an assault,
but as a convenience.

I am going to bed, Robert.

Please don't stay up all night.

I saw a woman

die of starvation today, Anne.

She left five children.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

I'll visit the family tomorrow.

The name is Keenan.

They live at the crossroads.

Catholics?

Famine has no
denomination, Anne.

The people of this
parish have nothing to eat.

The same people that
tried to burn this house down

three years ago, Robert?

I know, but Anne, the entire
potato harvest has gone.

Did you speak to the bishop

about a living in Dublin?

We had more important
matters to discuss.

What could be more important

than your family's
happiness, Robert?

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"Sir, the haggard eye,

"the pale, sunken cheek.

"One poor creature came up to me

"and staggered like a drunk man,

"I charged him
with intoxication,

"but alas it was starvation.

"Famine is advancing
with strides so fearful

"that I verily believe that
if some superhuman effort

"is not made to relieve us,

"half our population
will be heir long

be blotted from
the book of being."

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Sir Robert, have
you read this letter

from the rector of Schull?

He writes that
people in his parish

are living off
seaweed and nettles.

As you will see

in my memorandum
of the 17th, ma'am,

nettles contain more nourishment
than you might imagine.

I believe when gathered young,
the leaves taste like spinach.

Dr. Traill writes that people
are too weak to bury their dead.

And that corpses are
left by the side of the road.

The Irish like to
imbibe at funerals.

Perhaps that is why
they are incapable

of digging a decent grave.

Aren't you going to do anything,

prime minister?

I am afraid, it would
not be... desirable

for the government
to intervene, ma'am.

The truth is, ma'am,
the population of Ireland

has grown beyond
its natural limits.

It would be immoral of us

to interfere in

what is an inevitable period

of self-regulation.
Self-regulation?

I don't know if you're familiar
with the work of Malthus, ma'am,

but this is exactly the sort
of situation he predicted.

Population growth always
outstrips food production,

with inevitable results.

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I think I should
like to visit Ireland.

I feel I need to see
the situation for myself.

Such a visit would
be inadvisable, ma'am.

Why not?

Surely my presence will
bring them some comfort.

I am not sure how comforting
your presence would be.

I could not
guarantee your safety.

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Yes, as I thought.

The rash and the mouth lesions
are common manifestations,

Mr. Schubert.

It's most unfortunate,
of course,

that the women who carry
this disease do not present

their symptoms so evidently.

Is there a cure?

I cannot promise that,

but there is a new treatment

that I believe is
most efficacious.

I am prepared to try anything.

It is an expensive undertaking.

Oh, don't worry, doctor,
I can pay your fees.

In that case, I will
make the arrangements.

Six sessions of
half an hour each.

And I think you will see
a distinct improvement.

The mercury vapor
is not pleasant,

but I believe the
results are worth it.

Only another ten
minutes, Mr. Schubert.

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And this is were the
servants' water closets will be.

There can be no distinction

when it comes to hygiene.

Only when it
comes to the Irish...

I do not know what you mean.

I mean, if English laborers
were dying in ditches,

it would be a scandal,

but because they're
Irish they're ignored.

I do not see what
that has to do with

water closets for servants.

Albert, none of this
makes sense to me.

I merely wanted the
people that work for us

to do so in decency.

Would you rather they
worked in a sewer?

Victoria, I can see
how much you care

about the situation in Ireland,

but we have to remind ourselves

that charity begins at home.

You think this is enough?

Trust Sir Robert
to do what is best.

He has served in Ireland,

he knows the situation
better than most.

He's a good man,

and a Christian.

Your Majesty, have
you heard the news?

What news?

Sutherland's dead.

How?

It was a hunting accident.

Poor Harriet.

I shall ask her to the palace.

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You've given up already?

Mens sano in corpore sana.

I have neither.

Well, you could always

go back to Coburg.

Lead a healthy life there.

With a delightful wife

chosen for me by Uncle Leopold.

Ernest, um...

I-I-I do not know

if you are aware.

Harriet Sutherland's

husband has died.

I did not know that.

He broke his neck
whilst hunting.

Poor Harriet.

Victoria would like
her to return to court.

But I think perhaps
it is too soon.

What do you think?

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Drummond!

I didn't know you
were at the palace.

I had some papers for the
queen from the prime minister.

I should go,

there's a debate
on the Irish question.

Yes, the queen talks
about nothing else.

The prime minister's
doing what he can.

He can't alter his policy
just because the queen's

read some letters in the Times.

But the Irish are starving.

Then the queen should
reach into her own purse.

Women are so damn emotional.

Women like your fiancée?

She is insisting
on setting the date

right in the middle
of the session.

Sorry...

You don't want to
hear about that do you?

Well, I must go to the debate.

Goodbye, Alfred.

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Have you lost your wits, Traill?

That we ought feed a
gaggle of potato-eating papists

because they have brought
this misfortune upon themselves,

through their own
improvidence and fecklessness!

It's not their fault the
potato harvest failed, my lord.

But it is not the church's
responsibility to feed them.

Let them find work.

If we were to start
supporting them,

there would be no end to it.

They must learn to
live within their means!

What means?

A loaf of bread now
costs ten shillings!

That is a year's rent, my lord!

The people of this parish
are already starving!

Soon they will be
homeless as well!

That is not our concern, Traill!

"For the poor shall never
cease out of the land:

"therefore I command
thee, saying, Thou shalt open

"thine hand wide unto
thy brother, to thy poor,

and to thy needy, in thy land."

Deuteronomy 15:11.

Do you ever want to
return to civilization, Traill?

I hear the new
archbishop of Dublin

is looking for a chaplain.

I'm sure your wife
would like to return

to the society she's used to.

Mrs. Traill understands
my mission.

I hope so, Traill.

Because I can assure you,

you will never return to Dublin

if you persist in
flouting my authority.

I believe, my
lord, that I answer

to a higher authority...
Even than yours.

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In County Cork the potato crop

has failed completely.

But if you sent
relief to Ireland...

Then every factory worker
in Manchester will ask

why he must spend
half his income on bread

while the Irish peasant

is given charity.

If I send help to
Ireland, Drummond,

it is only just that I
repeal those laws

that artificially protect
the price of British wheat.

If I do that...

The party will rebel.

Every Tory squire whose
income is guaranteed

by those Corn Laws

will think I've betrayed them.

And they would
be right to do so.

Wouldn't the prime
minister agree

that it is time to call
the formidable effects

of the potato blight a famine,

and act accordingly?

If it were known that
we undertook the task

of supplying the
Irish with food,

we would, to a great extent,

lose the support

of the Irish gentry,

the Irish clergy

and the Irish farmer!

Order!

Order!

Quite right too!

It is quite impossible

for the government to
support four million people.

Here, here!

Order!

The mercury vapor
has been most effective.

The rash has gone,

and all the other
symptoms have subsided.

I really am very pleased
with the results, Mr. Schubert.

Does that mean that I am cured?

I make no guarantees, sir,

but if the symptoms
do not return,

then I think we may hope.

May I ask, sir, if
you are married?

I am not married.

No.

It would be most unfortunate
if an innocent party

were to be infected.

And, of course, the
children in such cases

can be terribly blighted.

♪♪

Mr. Penge.

I'm sorry to be disturbing you.

I was wondering...

if there was a chance

of maybe getting paid a
little earlier this quarter?

Is this a joke, Miss Cleary?

Some Hibernian attempt at humor?

No, sir.

Then I fail to
understand the question.

I am the palace steward,
not the Bank of England.

Mr. Penge, I am begging you.

I'm afraid, Miss Cleary,

that you, like so many
of your compatriots,

must learn to live
within your means.

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"Dear Dr. Traill...

The queen writes with respect

"of your letter concerning
the dreadful conditions

in your parish."

What is it, Robert?

"She has been most
affected by your account

"of the suffering there.

"Therefore she
would be most grateful

"if you would come
to Buckingham Palace

"so that you may furnish her

"with a first-hand account of
how the famine progresses.

♪♪

"And what may be done
to relieve the misfortunes

of her most unfortunate people."

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Is it a sweetheart?

Let me tell you, Miss
Cleary, no man is worth it.

Did you hear about the
potato blight, Mr. Francatelli?

I know that you can't buy
decent ones at the moment

for love nor money.

In Ireland, potatoes are money.

My family are small holders.

Without potatoes,
they can't eat.

They can't pay their rent.

If they don't pay their rent

they'll be evicted,

and then I don't know
what'll happen to them.

I have sent them
everything I have,

Mr. Francatelli.

Everything!

A lady friend gave this to me.

Don't take less than
50 for it, it's pure gold.

I-I can't...

She said it made me look

like a gentleman,

but I think I'd rather
be judged by my actions

than my appearance.

♪♪

You are a prince among men,

Mr. Francatelli.

A prince?

Well, I'll settle for
being someone

who's learnt how
to do the right thing.

It will take me
years to repay you.

I don't want your
money, Miss Cleary.

You're doing me a favor.

♪♪

Dr. Traill.

Thank you for
coming to the palace.

When I received your
letter, ma'am, I knew the Lord

had been listening to me.

Please, do sit.

Won't you have something to eat?

I cannot eat, ma'am.

My heart is too full.

I understand,

or rather I hope you will
help me to understand.

I have spent my life
studying the Bible, ma'am.

But nothing has prepared me
for what I see every morning

out of the window

of the rectory.

Grown men staggering as if drunk

but actually weak
from starvation.

Old people who turn
away what little nourishment

they are offered because
they would rather die

than be a burden
to their families.

Babies screaming at
their mother's breast

because she has no milk.

What is even more terrible
is that nothing is being done

to help these poor creatures.

Do you know what I saw on
the boat coming over here?

Bushels of grain on its
way to England to be sold.

One of those sacks
would have fed the children

in my parish for a week.

How can that be, ma'am?

I am only a parson,
but I do not understand

how a country where famine

is stalking the land
can send food abroad.

I am the queen,

and I too do not understand.

Albert,

this is Dr. Traill,

who has come to the
palace at my request.

Oh, the gentleman who has
been writing so eloquently

to the newspapers?

Good day. Sir.

But as I understand
it, Dr. Traill,

these shortages,
they are endemic.

It's an inevitable result of
relying too heavily on one crop.

I don't think you
can blame the Irish

for the potato blight, Albert.

I think, ma'am, I
might have said

something similar
a few years ago.

I, too, believed the Catholics

had only themselves to
blame for their misfortunes.

I thought if I could bring
them to the Church of Ireland

they would learn
to help themselves.

The truth is, the reason
the Catholic peasantry

are starving is because
they have no legal right

to the land they farm.

If they fall behind in
their rent they are evicted

without compensation for any
improvements they have made.

There's no wonder they
live from season to season.

There is no reason for
them to be prudent, sir.

So what is it can
we do, Dr. Traill?

Persuade your government
to send sustenance, ma'am.

Or the people of my
parish will swell and ripen

only for the grave.

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Your Honor.

Dr. Traill is the queen's
guest, Miss Cleary.

Cleary?

Are you...? Yes, sir,

My family live in Schull.
Please can you give them this?

Tell them I will send
more by Michaelmas.

It should be enough
to pay the rent at least.

I will. I'm sure
Father O'Connell

will know where to find them.

I don't know what you mean, sir.

You mustn't be
ashamed of who you are.

The queen has given me
money to help the people of Schull,

both Catholic and Protestant.

It is your duty to help
her understand the country

that she reigns over,

Miss Cleary.

But ma'am, if the
government provides food,

we would be creating a
country of dependents.

Why should a man
struggle to earn his living

while his neighbor
lives in idleness?

Thank you, Mr. Trevelyan.

You may leave us.

I will not stand by while
the Irish die of hunger!

I cannot have it
on my conscience.

Sir Robert, remember
Corinthians 13:

"And now abideth
faith, hope, charity;

the greatest of
these is charity."

You must believe that I have
examined my own conscience

most rigorously, ma'am.

Come with me, Sir Robert.

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Come on.

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Look at this child, Sir Robert.

Look at Alice.

Can you imagine
what it must be like

to be a mother in
Dr. Traill's parish?

Who knows that she
has no milk to give,

and the crying will grow weaker,

and weaker,

and weaker...

until one day it stops.

Charity begins at
home, Sir Robert.

It begins here in the
nursery, and as a mother...

I will not let my people starve.

You want to turn this
house into a soup kitchen?

What about the children?

There's fever in
the village, Robert,

do you want to visit the
plague on your own family?

No.

I think you and the children
should go to your mother's

in Dublin.

You would banish me and
the children from our home?

It is my sacred duty, Anne.

What about your
duty to your family?

I cannot pass by on
the other side, Anne.

I know...

But if I go to Dublin,

I will not return.

My place is here.

When I first met
you, Sir Robert,

I confess, I did not
find you congenial.

I remember, ma'am.

But since then what
I've come to understand,

you are a man of principle.

Well, I'm afraid that
principles are a luxury

in a prime minister.

If I follow my conscience,

I will destroy my party.

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As a monarch I can only advise.

But as a mother...

I implore you, Sir Robert,
listen to your conscience.

Men think mothers are
great eiderdowns of comfort,

but... we are fierce.

I would do anything
to protect my children.

When I first met you, ma'am,

I wondered whether
such a young woman

were capable of fulfilling
the duties of a monarch.

But since that time,

I have come to appreciate
your strength of purpose.

First impressions are
misleading, Sir Robert.

Indeed they are, ma'am.

♪♪

There must be no
barriers to hygiene.

And that is why I have asked

Mr. Chadwick here
to install a water closet

in the servants' quarters.

One day I hope
that all households

will have... a
throne of their own.

Please.

Thank you.

Good day. Good day to you all.

♪♪

Shall we begin?

First,

we should discuss how
to deal with the queen's...

Excuse me, my lord.

We are to be joined by one more.

♪♪

I have asked Father O'Connell

to join us.

♪♪

You'll never get to
Dublin now, Traill.

♪♪

Now, gentlemen,

what is to be done?

♪♪

Your Majesty.

Forgive me, Your
Majesty, for disturbing you,

but I was wanting to say
that you did a splendid thing

sending for Dr. Traill.

You know him?

I know of him, ma'am.

I come from Schull,
where he's the rector.

But I am not of his church.

I wanted this position so badly.

I have no objection to Catholics

in the household.

God bless you, ma'am.

Tell me...

how is your family?

Gone to America, ma'am.

I sent them money
to pay the rent,

but it was too late
and they were evicted,

so my father
decided to emigrate.

They sail from Cork next week.

My mother says they'll
write when they're settled,

but America is so far away...

Miss Cleary!

I'm sorry, Majesty,

for the disturbance.

It's all right, Lehzen.

Thank you for confiding in me.

♪♪

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I did not know
she was a Catholic

when I offered her the position.

As if that matters.

♪♪

Bless you.

Bless you.

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Bless you.

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Bless you.

Surely we must be
ready for a famine,

whether it comes or not?

Are we to sit in cabinet

and consider and calculate

how much dysentery and
diarrhea our people can take

before it becomes necessary

for us to provide
them with food?

♪♪

♪ O, Father dear ♪

♪ I oft times hear
you talk of Erin's Isle ♪

♪♪

♪ Her lofty scene ♪

Thank you.

♪ Her valleys green ♪

♪ Her mountains rude and wild ♪

♪♪

♪ They say it is
a pretty place ♪

♪ Wherein a prince might dwell ♪

♪ So why did you abandon it ♪

♪ The reason to me tell? ♪

♪♪

♪ Son, you were
only two years old ♪

♪ And feeble was your frame ♪

♪ I could not leave
you with your friends ♪

♪ You bore your father's name ♪

♪ I wrapped you in my cóta mór ♪

♪ In the dead of night unseen ♪

♪ I heaved a sigh ♪

♪ And said goodbye... ♪

♪ To dear old Skibbereen. ♪

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