LINNEY: This is "Masterpiece."

PEEL: 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?

LINNEY: Previously on "Victoria"... Where do you come from, Miss Cleary?

County Cork, Sir.

Well, the royal palace is no place for papists.

ALBERT (voiceover): Ernst, you are behaving like Papa.

Well, I like to think that I'm honoring his memory.

(colliding) My fault.

You are looking prosperous these days.

Is that real gold?

VICTORIA (voiceover): There are no secrets between us.

ALBERT (voiceover): No secrets.

LINNEY: "Victoria", tonight on "Masterpiece."

♪ Gloriana ♪ ♪ Hallelujah ♪ ♪ Gloriana ♪ ♪ Hallelujah ♪ ♪ Gloriana, hallelujah ♪ ♪ Hallelujah.

♪ (seagulls squawking, wind whipping) PRIEST (voiceover): 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.

♪ ♪ (church bells pealing) 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?

♪ ♪ (rain pelting) ♪ ♪ DR. TRAILL (voiceover): 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.

TORRENS: This reliance... (discussion fades) ♪ ♪ PENGE: 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.

PENGE: 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.

♪ ♪ (whistles) (Islay barks) (children chatter) Ernst!

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.

(chuckling): The roof of the Hall of Giants is still leaking and the girls at the Golden Fleece are as educational as ever.

(Islay barking) 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.

ALBERT: Well, I am glad you have come back.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (metal clanging) (sweeping) News from home?

It's nothing.

Are you sure?

Mm-hmm.

(hinges squeaking) PEEL: 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 see, 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 suchlike.

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.

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.

(thunder rumbling, rain pouring) GIRL: Your honor!

(horse whinnies, Traill cries out) Stop!

(breathing heavily) (thunder rumbles) (baby crying) (people coughing) (baby continues crying) ♪ ♪ (child coughing) ♪ ♪ (children coughing) Mommy won't wake up.

(baby crying) ♪ ♪ (thunder rumbling) ♪ ♪ (rain pelting) Daddy!

(chuckles) Hello, my darling.

♪ ♪ (coughing) 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 a 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.

CHADWICK: 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.

(drawer sliding) When I was unpacking your things, sir, I'm afraid a pot fell from your shirt.

And spilled.

Would you like me to get you another one?

No man is a hero to his valet, I suppose.

I do not need to ask you to be discreet.

If every ducat in 6,000 ducats were in six parts, and every part a ducat, I would not draw them.

I would have my bond.

(coin ringing) (coughing) (door closing) You have estates in Ireland, don't you, duchess?

Indeed, ma'am.

My husband used to hunt there.

He always said the Irish were the best sportsmen in the world, but the most difficult tenants.

Difficult?

I think if it weren't for the sport, Buccleuch would have sold up.

It was impossible to make a decent return-- too many smallholdings.

Have you ever been there?

Oh, no, no, no, no.

There's no society there to speak of.

(thunder rumbling) (rain falling heavily) (door opens) (footsteps approach) 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?

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (door shuts) ♪ ♪ TRAILL (voiceover): "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 ere long be blotted from the book of being."

(clock chiming) VICTORIA: 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?

(clears throat) 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.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (papers rustling) 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.

(clears throat) (quietly): I am not sure how comforting your presence would be.

I could not guarantee your safety.

♪ ♪ (indistinct conversation) (bell tolling) ♪ ♪ (rain falling steadily) (carriage rattling) ♪ ♪ 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.

PRITCHARD (voiceover): 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.

(coughing) (breathing heavily) PRITCHARD: Only another ten minutes, Mr. Schubert.

(gate clanking) Well, it may look like a palace, but it sure doesn't smell like one.

If I'd wanted you to visit me here, I would have asked you, Hannah.

It's not prudent.

Oh, I'm sure a man like you has all kinds of visitors.

One more won't make any difference.

I think you underestimate yourself.

You didn't answer my letter.

I thought we had a deal.

I want to make you famous, Mr. Francatelli.

And I think my fellow countrymen, and women, will find you just as appealing as I do.

"Secrets of the Royal Kitchen" will be a sensation.

The prince is inspecting the drains again, Mr. Francatelli.

He's on his way to his kitchen next.

Oh, I love the way you talk about the prince as if he were a mere mortal.

Mrs. Langridge, this is Master Brody.

Mrs. Langridge is a cousin from the United States.

Oh, well, your family is as handsome as they are far-flung, Mr. Francatelli.

I'm afraid that I must get back to my kitchen.

Remember that the ship sails on the 17th.

(footsteps retreating) ♪ ♪ And this is where the servants' water closets would 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 want 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.

PAGET: Your Majesty, have you heard the news?

What news?

(sighs) Sutherland's dead.

(sighs): How?

It was a hunting accident.

♪ ♪ Poor Harriet.

I shall ask her to the palace.

(birds chirping) ♪ ♪ (exhaling) (coughing) (panting) You've given up already?

(chuckling) (breathless): 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.

Ernst, um...

I, I, I do not know if you are aware, but... 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.

I think perhaps it is too soon.

What do you think?

♪ ♪ (clock chiming) 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.

♪ ♪ (door opens) (door slams) (shouting): Have you lost your wits, Traill?

Do you understand what you are saying?

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.

♪ ♪ DRUMMOND (voiceover): In County Cork, the potato crop has failed completely.

But if you send 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'd be right to do so.

(indistinct discussion) MAN: 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!

(members shouting) Order!

Order!

(shouting) MAN: Quite right, too!

(shouting stops) It is quite impossible for the government to support four million people.

(shouting resumes, grows louder) Hear, hear!

Hear!

SPEAKER: 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.

♪ ♪ (footsteps approaching) 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.

♪ ♪ (fire crackling) ♪ ♪ (Islay whimpers) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (tapping on inkwell) VICTORIA (voiceover): "Dear Dr. Traill, "The queen writes with respect "of your letter concerning the dreadful conditions in your parish."

What is it, Robert?

VICTORIA: "She has been most affected by your account "of the suffering there.

"Therefore she would be most grateful "if you were to come to Buckingham Palace "so that you may furnish her "with a firsthand account of how the famine progresses "and what may be done to relieve the misfortunes of her most unfortunate people."

(indistinct conversation) (indistinct conversation) ♪ ♪ (indistinct conversation) ♪ ♪ (weeping) (sighs deeply) Is it a sweetheart?

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

(sniffling) 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 smallholders.

Without potatoes, they can't eat.

They can't pay their rent.

If they can't pay their rent, (sobbing): they'll be evicted, and then I don't know what'll happen to them.

(sobbing) I have sent them everything I have, Mr. Francatelli.

(sobbing) Everything!

(sobbing) (sighs) (weeping) (chain clinking on watch) 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're a prince among men, Mr. Francatelli.

(chuckling): A prince?

Well, I'll settle for being someone who's learnt how to do the right thing.

It will take years to repay you.

I don't want your money, Miss Cleary.

♪ ♪ You're doing me a favor.

(footsteps retreating) ♪ ♪ (fire crackling) 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 mothers' breasts because she has no milk.

What is even more terrible is, 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.

Well, as I understand it, Dr. Traill, these shortages, they are 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.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ 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.

♪ ♪ I knew you were a Papist from the first moment I set eyes on you.

And I knew you were a bully from the moment I laid eyes upon you.

What harm have I ever done you, Mr. Penge?

It is not a question of harm.

It is what you might do.

No, indeed, it is what you have already done.

You have taken the bread from the mouths of those you work with.

Thanks to you we are no longer to have bread on Fridays.

And where do you get the money to give to that Irish clergyman, I'd like to know?

Not honestly, I'll be bound.

I gave it to her, Mr. Penge.

PENGE: For services rendered, no doubt, Mr. Francatelli.

We all know the reputation that you have.

Charles... Do you want to talk to me about my reputation?

CLEARY (yelling): You are a wicked man!

Mr. Francatelli helped me out of the kindness of his heart.

He is a man of true Christian charity, which is more than can be said of you.

When I asked you for an advance on my wages, it made you happy to say no.

You should be ashamed of yourself, Mr. Penge.

(scoffs) (sobs) ♪ ♪ (footsteps retreating) 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.

♪ ♪ Come on.

♪ ♪ (baby crying) (crying continues) 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... (Alice crying) I will not let my people starve.

(crying continues) I understand.

You do?

I am not an ogre-- I have children, too.

Then act!

Sir Robert, please, you must act!

(door closes) 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.

(softly): I know.

But if I go to Dublin, I will not return.

My place is here.

(Alice crying) When I first met you, Sir Robert, I confess, I did not find you congenial.

(chuckles) 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.

♪ ♪ 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.

(chuckles softly) 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.

♪ ♪ (piano playing "Gondolier's Song") (piano continues) (playing slows) (low note plays at end) ALBERT: 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.

(laughing politely) Please.

(flushing) (gasping, murmuring) (applauding) Thank you.

Good day, good day to you all.

♪ ♪ (footsteps grinding on gravel) ♪ ♪ (door unlatching) You don't look like a man who's ready to cross the Atlantic, Charles.

I'm sorry, Hannah.

You are better than this... institution.

I can't give you all the money back.

I'm...

I have written down all my methods.

I'm sure a woman of your talents can turn them into a book.

♪ ♪ (carriage door closes and latches) I hope you have a good reason for staying.

I hope so, too.

(driver urges horses) (wheels clattering) (indistinct conversation) 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.

(chair scrapes, footsteps retreating) ♪ ♪ TRAILL: I have asked Father O'Connell to join us.

♪ ♪ You'll never get to Dublin now, Traill.

♪ ♪ Now, gentlemen.

What is to be done?

(birds calling) Your Majesty.

Forgive me, Majesty, for disturbing you, but I was just 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.

(crying): 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... ♪ ♪ (footsteps approaching) LEHZEN: Miss Cleary.

I'm sorry, Majesty, for the disturbance.

It's all right, Lehzen.

Thank you for confiding in me.

♪ ♪ I did not know she was a Catholic when I offered her the position.

(softly): As if that matters.

♪ ♪ TRAILL: Bless you.

Bless you.

♪ ♪ (sniffs) ♪ ♪ (coughing) ♪ ♪ Bless you.

♪ ♪ Bless you.

PEEL: Surely we must be ready for a famine whether it comes or not.

(members shouting) Are we to sit in cabinet and consider and calculate how much dysentery and diarrhea a people can take before it becomes necessary for us to provide them with food?

(members shouting) ♪ ♪ ♪ O, Father dear ♪ ♪ I ofttimes 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.

♪ ♪ ♪ LINNEY: Next time, on "Masterpiece."

VICTORIA (voiceover): I have decided to go somewhere else-- Scotland.

MAN: Your Majesty.

VICTORIA (voiceover): The prince and I would very much like to see something of the countryside.

Isn't the scenery sublime?

Heavenly.

The queen and the prince have vanished.

How would anyone lose a queen?

LINNEY: "Victoria", next time on "Masterpiece".

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