02x06 - Vergangenheit

[bunniefuu]

[birds squawk in the distance]

[faint rumbling]

[rumbling intensifies]

[splashes]

[engine revs]

[officer] How much further, Loesch?

[von Loesch] Straight on.

[von Loesch speaking German]

-[officer] Pull over, Private.

-[von Loesch] Stop.

[officer] Grab those shovels.

-Show us, Loesch.

-[shovels clang]

Spread out.

[von Loesch] Here.

Start digging.

[soldier grunts]

[shovels clang against something]

[soldier] We got something.

[soldiers pant]

[soldier groans]

[soldiers breathe heavily]

[panting]

[metal clanging]

[shouting]

[officer] Here it is.

[box thuds]

[banging]

[commander] What's he asking for?

[officer] Freedom in a country

of his choice.

And a generous pension

to last the rest of his lifetime.

[commander]

Well, let's see how good it is first.

Get it translated.

[church bells ring]

[machine flickers]

[machine squeaks]

[typewriter clicks]

[typewriter continues clicking]

[chattering]

[chattering]

-Don't you knock?

-Sir.

[woman] Uh, gentlemen, may I help you?

[knocks on door]

[man 1] Enter.

[man with file] Sir.

I'm going to need to speak

to the Prime Minister.

I need to see the King.

[King George] We all suspected it.

These papers must never see

the light of day, Winston. Ever.

Publication could do grave harm

to the national interest.

[King George] The gravest.

What is written here brings

the greatest shame upon this family.

[sighs]

Our people would, rightfully,

never forgive us.

[man on TV] The mighty Harringay Arena

in London

draws a capacity crowd of over 11,000

for the first meeting in Britain

of the American evangelist team,

headed by Billy Graham.

Mr. Graham, who wears a slate-gray suit

and a modest tie,

makes his address

from a purple-draped platform.

[Billy on TV] The Bible teaches

that all of us are wrong.

We have all gone astray,

with everyone turned to his own way.

And when you turn...

It's rare and not entirely reassuring

to see religious certainty

-in someone so young.

-[crowd on TV applauds]

-He's not young; he's my age.

-Precisely. A child.

[Queen Mother] I think moral authority

and spiritual guidance

should come from someone

with a little life experience.

Not from someone

who learned their trade selling brushes

door to door in North Carolina.

But there's a humility to that

which I like.

Are those people crying?

[man on TV] Billy Graham has spoken to

more than one and a half

million people...

-What's happening to this country?

-Now, he sums up his crusade.

The people of Great Britain

never cried during the w*r.

Now they're weeping like children.

[Billy on TV] I'm calling for a revival

that will cause every man and woman

to return to their offices and shops

and live out the teachings of Christ

in their daily relationships.

I'm going to preach a gospel,

not of despair, but of hope.

Hope for the individual,

hope for society, hope for the world.

Turning out in droves

for an American zealot.

He's not a zealot.

He's shouting, darling.

Only zealots shout.

[Billy continues]

When you close your eyes,

close your ears to God's way,

you will soon prefer your own ideas

to the ideas of God.

You come to a stage where your own evil

seems to you good

-and God's good seems to be evil.

-[crowd on TV cheers]

[peacock calls]

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday, dear Trooper ♪

♪ Happy birthday... ♪

-On three.

♪ -...to you. ♪

-Happy birthday, Trooper!

-[Trooper barks]

Good boy.

[dogs bark]

[g*nsh*t]

Good sh*t! Bravo.

-[g*nsh*t]

-Well done.

[dogs continue barking in the distance]

-[g*nsh*t]

-[dog barks]

[Duchess screams]

Now we are losing.

-[woman] Is it me?

-It's me, it's me!

No, I don't want one.

Oh, darling. Where's your pep?

[Duke] You look very dashing.

[Duchess] A hat!

-Monsieur.

-Alors, qu'est-ce que vous pensez?

-Magnifique! Parfait!

-I don't like it.

Oh, no, no, no, I cannot go like this.

[Duchess] Why not?

At least that way,

I get to be queen once. [chuckles]

-[swing music plays]

-[party guests chatter, laugh]

[swing music continues playing

in the distance]

[party guests applaud]

Would you like to know what my day

consisted of today?

Don't tell me.

The same as every other day.

I rose late. Past 11.

Then inspected the gardens.

Then ate lunch with people

of no consequence.

-My friends!

-People of no consequence.

I never thought I'd hear myself say it,

but a life of pleasure

really has its limits.

Try a life spent living with you.

My motto, as Prince of Wales,

was "Ich dien." "I serve."

Deeply rooted within me

is a need to serve my country.

I need a job, a purpose.

-Not this again.

-Yes, this.

Well, where do you intend to find one?

I will simply have to go to London

to set things in motion.

Shall I tell you what else is deeply

rooted within your family? Delusion.

They won't let you in the country,

let alone give you a job.

-That's not what my lawyer says.

-You've spoken to George?

-Why didn't you tell me?

-Well, I'm telling you now.

I still have allies, you know,

important allies.

Disciples of the truth,

advocates of justice,

who could mobilize opinion,

start a campaign... to have

a former king be forgiven.

[phone rings]

Finally, there's a request, ma'am,

from the government,

for you to open the new airport

at Gatwick.

Um, they've offered some dates.

Third of June works best for us, I think.

-[Elizabeth] Yes, all right.

-And that is it from me.

[Elizabeth] Thank you, Michael.

-Oh, there was something.

-There was--

[Michael] Ma'am.

If I wished to meet Reverend Graham,

do you think that could be arranged?

The evangelist, ma'am?

Yes.

[Michael] Well, I should need

to give it some thought.

Um...

One might imagine

an invitation being extended

to preach at All Saints' Chapel at Windsor

and a private lunch to follow?

Lovely.

We should have to be careful,

though, ma'am,

that any invitation to,

or association with, Reverend Graham,

not be perceived as an endorsement

of his...

crusades,

which would not be compatible with

your role as the head of the Church.

I'm sure you'll handle it all perfectly,

Michael.

And you had something?

[hesitant] Yes, um...

His Royal Highness, the Duke of Windsor,

has written with a request.

-[Philip] Oh.

-What for?

-To be allowed to enter the country.

-Denied!

[Michael] To research a book

which he's planning to write.

On what subject?

How To Be a Truly Great King:

a Guidebook.

-[Elizabeth] Mm.

-[chuckles]

[Michael] He didn't say.

I suppose we could let him stay

at Kensington Palace.

He's intending to stay

with his friend Major Metcalfe.

Fruity? But doesn't he live in Surrey?

-Sussex, I believe.

-Oh, that's quite good.

-Out of public eye.

-The further the better, if you ask me.

So, that is a yes.

-No!

-Yes.

-No.

-Yes.

Yes, let him come.

Ma'am.

[car door slams]

-Morning.

-[archivist] Good morning, sir.

-[man] Uh, did you finish that paperwork?

-Yes, sir.

-Thank you.

-[woman] This one's for Mr. Sweet.

-This one for...

-[man] Morning, Margaret.

Morning, sir. Monsieur Robert.

[archivist] Yes, ma'am.

[typewriter clicks, dings]

Take a look at this.

It's practically an injunction.

[Margaret] Sir.

Are you aware of this?

I am.

As historians, we have a duty to publish

the truth, no exceptions.

Otherwise, what are we all doing?

Protecting Nazis?

Protecting something else.

My hands are tied.

But his are not.

That's right.

I have access to the US State Department

duplicate files.

[French man] Including this.

There's nothing to stop

the American government publishing

if the British government won't.

[train whistles]

[Duke] "My dearest darling Peaches,

let us hope the rest of the trip

is not as miserable as the journey.

It was a most disagreeable crossing,

due to bad weather.

The company on the boat

was dreadful too,

common and uninteresting people,

pestering me to join them for drinks

or play cards.

On arrival in London,

my mood was lifted slightly

by a large group of welcoming supporters

who cheered my name

-and removed their hats.

-[camera clicks]

And my niece, the Queen,

sent me one of the hearses.

Later in the evening I feared things

would go from bad to worse,

as we arrived at Fruity's rather drab

little house, somewhere in Sussex."

[Duke] Fruity.

-Your Royal Highness.

-How are you?

-Very well.

-Your Royal Highness.

Baba dear.

[Duke] "But George excelled, as ever, and

revealed the work he had already done."

[man] Of course the true purpose

of the visit can't be known to anybody.

Should anyone get wind of any

"job hunting" by His Royal Highness,

it might be seen as a violation of

the agreement made after the abdication

and His Royal Highness might find himself

not only being asked to leave the country,

but also without a pension.

So, this trip must be perceived,

first and foremost, as a literary one.

-[Fruity] I trust you came prepared.

-I brought quill and ink.

[laughter]

[man] All that notwithstanding,

I've started a campaign,

gathering friends and supporters.

And early indications

are most encouraging.

Walter Monckton has agreed

to host a dinner,

and we've had "yesses"

from Lord Salisbury, Lord Beaverbrook,

Lord Dudley, the American ambassador

and the Foreign Secretary Selwyn Lloyd.

Ooh, Cecil Beaton and Noel Coward

have agreed to hold

a little supper party for you.

-Oh, dear Cecil...

-[laughter]

...and his inedible food.

[cars approaching]

-[Philip] Do we really have to do this?

-Indulge me. I'm interested.

Couldn't you just make up an excuse

and say I'm off sinning somewhere?

No.

[car doors slamming]

[Philip] Lanky bugger, isn't he?

I think he's rather handsome.

A door-to-door salesman

in a hideous shiny suit.

-Where's his box?

-What box?

-The one containing his brushes.

-Oh, no, look.

-Come on. We'll be late.

-Hair brushes. Floor brushes.

-Toothbrushes.

-Do shut up, Philip.

[Billy] As I was thinking about

what to preach about today,

I considered various topics

which speak to me personally,

but I thought that I would start

with a simple question.

What is a Christian?

The Bible tells us; Colossians 1:27 says

that a Christian

is a person in whom Christ dwells.

It's Christ in you.

The hope of glory.

It means that you have

a personal relationship

with the Lord Jesus Christ.

That encounter has taken place.

You have received Christ as savior.

And that is what a Christian is.

[Elizabeth] I enjoyed that very much.

You do speak with such wonderful clarity

and certainty.

-[door closes]

-I find it very reassuring.

And it's not only me.

The rest of the country are too,

I imagine.

-Yes.

-[Elizabeth chuckles]

We've been surprised ourselves

at the turnout.

-Really?

-Mm-hm.

Well, you shouldn't be.

In an increasingly complex world,

we all need certainty, and you provide it.

Well, that's not me.

The scriptures provide it.

Yes, but you illuminate them

so well. [inhales]

The great joy that I have felt today was

that of being a simple congregant,

being taught, being led.

You see, as head of the Anglican Church,

in terms of rank,

even the great Archbishops of York

and Canterbury are below me.

Above me there is only God.

-Well, that must be lonely sometimes.

-Yes, it is. [chuckles]

Which is why it's lovely, as Queen,

to be able to just disappear and be...

[Billy] A simple Christian.

Yes. [sighs]

Above all things, I do think of myself

as just a simple Christian.

It's the values of Christian living

that root me, guide me.

Define me.

Have you always been

such a good speaker?

I was actually a shy child.

-No.

-Mm-hm.

Speaking as a shy child myself,

I have to say that I find that

very hard to believe.

-[both chuckle]

-No, ma'am, it's true.

The first time I ever spoke in public,

I was 12 years old. At school.

The school principal told my mother

he thought I was a natural,

that, of all things, I had a gift.

[car doors slam]

[car door slams]

[Macmillan] I've no objection

to his being here.

-It's the word "crusade" that troubles me.

-[laughter]

If the Reverend Graham is the crusader,

the implication is that we're heathens!

-[laughter]

-[Macmillan] Not sure I go along with it.

Mr. Wheeler-Bennett, sir.

-Ah, excuse me.

-[laughter]

-[phone rings]

-[men continue chatting]

Prime Minister. Thank you for seeing me.

You didn't give me much choice.

"A matter of the greatest urgency."

Your team of troublesome historians?

Committed historians.

Principled historians.

-Is that the file in question?

-Yes.

Let's make a start.

-[laughter]

-[chatter]

-Ah, there you are! Plotters all!

-[guests chuckle]

[guests] Your Royal Highness.

Are the curtains drawn?

-Does treason abound?

-[laughter]

George, thank you so much.

-Cecil, it's so good of you to come.

-Sir.

-Dear Bobbety. How are you?

-Hello, sir. I'm very well.

Walter, thank you so much for all this.

[man] We all know why we're here tonight.

-[lighter clicks]

-To see if we can help our dear friend,

His Royal Highness,

in his quest to find...

A final act to this sad drama.

And to turn it into a great history play.

He seeks a job.

A purpose.

Well, that's why I'm here.

To ask you all, my council of w*r,

my... my Brains Trust of politicians,

artists and philosophers.

-Something in the m*llitary, perhaps?

-[Duke] Well, why not?

I was made a major-general, attached

to the British m*llitary mission in France

at the beginning of the w*r,

in a liaising role

between us and the French,

and I very much enjoyed it.

Or a position within the Board of Trade.

Well, what kind of position?

Helping promote Britain's

economic interests abroad.

-Well... Yes.

-The right man in the right position

could contribute

so much to Britain's economy,

helping boost our much-needed

dollar reserves.

-A man with charm, contacts, influence.

-[Duke] Hmm.

And the magic of being a former King.

Look, doesn't it all feel

a little grubby, Walter,

all those grasping

international businessmen,

the whiff of profit and self-interest?

No, I like the direction we were heading

earlier, the idea of a liaison post.

-Then what about the diplomatic service?

-Oh, I like that idea.

Don't the Americans have these unofficial

roving ambassadors nowadays?

Yes, they have two in London

at the moment. Hmm.

Well, something like that would be ideal.

[Walter] Well, I think we have...

[Duke] "My dearest darling Peaches.

What a weight is off my mind.

Monckton really did come up

with the goods,

and his friends really do seem

to want to help me.

Now, all I must do is wait,

while they discreetly make

representations on my behalf.

I would say 'wait and pray,'

but all taste for prayer has left me,

as I survey

the madness involving

the American evangelist here.

What has happened to the people

of this country,

turning like lemmings to this

crusading showman from Charlotte

for their inspiration?

Rumor reached me that Shirley Temple

even invited the fool

to preach at Windsor Chapel.

Can you imagine the banality

of those exchanges?

The smugness,

self-congratulation and hypocrisy.

What a grotesque occasion

that must have been.

Now bed calls, and for once,

as my head hits the pillow

without yours beside me,

I can truthfully say, all is well.

Today was a day worth living.

Your loving husband, David."

-[Michael] Good morning, sir.

-Primed and ready?

Ready for you now, sir.

I received a visit yesterday afternoon

from John Wheeler-Bennett,

the senior historian in charge

of publishing the German w*r files,

who informed me that this government

was now left with no choice

but to publish certain material,

which both my predecessor,

Winston Churchill,

and yours, your late father,

tried to suppress.

What material?

The Marburg Files, ma'am.

[typewriter clicks]

[door closes]

This was always going to come back

to haunt us.

Shortly after the w*r ended,

some British troops...

Uh... American.

American troops arrested a German

soldier, as he was retreating from...

Treffurt. Near Eisenach.

In central Germany.

I don't remember the soldier's name.

Leutnant von Loesch.

[Queen Mother] Turns out, this soldier

was h*tler's personal translator.

[Michael] Uh...

The assistant to h*tler's

personal translator, ma'am.

h*tler's personal translator

was Dr Schmidt, Dr Paul Schmidt.

All right, you tell the story, Michael.

Please.

Thank you, ma'am.

When his offices were being evacuated...

[German soldiers chatter]

[Michael] ...Dr. Schmidt

asked his assistant, von Loesch,

to dispose of all the top-secret papers,

which he had placed in archives.

Von Loesch duly burnt the vast majority.

[German soldiers shout at one another]

But, he secretly kept

the most valuable material,

hoping to use it to negotiate

his freedom and to escape trial.

[birds call]

-[box thuds]

-[groans]

Among the papers

which von Loesch kept back,

there was one file pertaining

to Anglo-German relations,

in particular, the relationship

of n*zi high command

with His Royal Highness,

the Duke of Windsor.

I think it's fair to say, the reality

exceeded even our worst fears.

-We did everything to contain this...

-[man] That's your lot.

...unaware that a copy

had been sent to the Americans...

[typewriter clicks]

...who are now insisting that this volume

of the Marburg Files...

be published.

[Queen Mother] And this is the man you

inexplicably let back into the country.

I hope you have a strong stomach.

[exhales]

[Duke] Thank you, Joe.

-Your Royal Highness.

-Foreign Secretary.

-Please.

-Thank you.

You have loyal

and persistent friends, sir.

Oh, thank you.

Following their representations and...

having given the matter careful thought,

it looks like we now have several options.

Please.

The first option I'd like you to look at

would be the role of ambassador to France.

[Walter] To a happy and...

purposeful future.

-Hear, hear!

-[Walter] His Royal Highness.

[all] His Royal Highness!

[Duke] "My dearest darling one, I met

with the Foreign Secretary today

who has managed to find three posts

where I could do something of value

and importance. I am so happy.

These posts would offer me the chance

to serve my country

and make a difference.

As to the green light, as far as

government is concerned, it's a go.

Only one obstacle remains,

to get the blessing of the Crown,

which involves a brief trip back

to that miserable mausoleum,

Buckingham Palace.

Counting down the minutes

until I am back in your arms again.

-Your loving husband, David."

-[inhales, exhales]

[bell rings]

[door opens]

The Duke of Windsor, Your Majesty.

-[door closes]

-Your Majesty.

-Ah, yes. It's your first time back.

-In this room, yes.

That color was me, French Gray.

So, to what do we owe the pleasure?

I assume it's about this new book

that you're writing.

Oh, actually, I've come here today

on another matter. A job.

That while I'm clearly

no longer a young man,

I'm also not yet an old one

and might be able

to usefully serve the Crown.

You had a chance to serve this country,

the greatest chance.

You gave it up.

Well, I gave it up because of the way

my wife was treated,

not because I no longer wished

to serve this country.

Anyway, one or two ideas came up.

For jobs,

which would require the blessing

both of government and Crown.

Of course, before coming here

and bothering you,

I made sure the support

would be given by government

and I've been assured of that support.

Support for what jobs?

Well, three possibilities came up.

The first is the ambassadorship to France.

The PM and Foreign Secretary

aren't keen

on the incumbent, Gladwyn Jebb.

And the second option?

Oh, uh, as a special

liaison to the Board of Trade.

The third?

As, uh, High Commissioner, working with

the Commonwealth Relations Office

to protect and promote British interests

throughout the world.

This would suit me, I think,

uh, as it specializes

in the practical side of diplomatic work.

Entertaining.

Well, I'm sure that you'd do

all three jobs very well indeed.

But in light of what I've recently

learned about...

[stutters] About what?

About events that took place,

while you were in Lisbon during the w*r.

-From whom?

-From state papers.

Which state papers?

German state papers...

which American historians,

supported by the French and the British,

are now threatening to publish.

And what exactly is in these papers?

Letters. And telegrams.

Communications detailing your relationship

with n*zi high command.

Well, it's utter nonsense.

In one telegram, from 1940,

it states that you were considering

publicly going against the government

and pledging your support

for peace with Germany,

thereby breaking with my father, the King.

In another, it says that,

in return for your support,

the German government

offered you a home in Spain,

where you could wait out the rest

of the w*r in peace and safety

while your countrymen gave their lives.

I went to the Bahamas

as the British government instructed.

Yes, you were instructed to go

to the Bahamas because of your views.

In these papers, you're quoted as saying

that the Führer's desire for peace

was in complete agreement

with your own point of view.

[inhales, exhales]

You were too young to remember.

I, alas, not.

h*tler and his henchmen

were once our friends.

As King, I was committed to the idea,

passionately committed,

that England and Germany

should never be enemies again

after the horrors of the Great w*r.

People forget, there was no indication

of who h*tler would become.

You could argue that we were the ones

that made a monster of him,

by refusing to be his allies.

This is the point.

People make stands.

They grandstand to pat themselves

on the back for their great virtue.

And what is the consequence?

Another grotesque w*r.

Millions more dead.

When peace was all that mattered to me.

In that spirit, I am asking you to make

peace with me today.

Elizabeth, the British

are a sensible people;

they will never believe

these claims against me.

They will dismiss these papers

for what they are:

baseless rumors and German propaganda.

[bells ring in the distance]

[Philip] Everything all right?

-[Elizabeth] Can I ask your opinion?

-Of course. What about?

[sighs] Forgiveness.

Goodness. What have I done now?

[Elizabeth] No, not you.

Uncle David.

-I think it's time that he be forgiven.

-Are you mad?

-You can't forgive that man.

-Why not?

What he did to this country.

Those were different times.

He's explained all that to me.

Mm, I bet he did.

Philip.

Forgiveness is very important to me.

It's not often I say this, so perhaps

if I do, you will take it seriously.

[sighs]

[laughs] Ask Tommy Lascelles

to come and see you.

-What?

-[laughs]

And tell him

of your proposed course of action.

-I can't keep summoning him like that.

-Why not?

-Well, he's retired for one thing.

-Well, then go and see him,

in an unofficial capacity.

For sherry or tea.

Or human blood,

whatever that monster drinks.

And ask him about your uncle. He was

his private secretary while he was King.

He knows everything there is to know.

[car approaches in the distance]

[car pulls up outside]

[grunts]

[door opens]

-Your Majesty.

-Tommy, is it terribly inconvenient?

[Tommy chuckles]

-[Elizabeth hums]

-[Tommy sighs]

Ah!

-You're mid-battle!

-Yes, ma'am.

Now, don't say anything.

Ah...

Yes, those uniforms...

-It's 19th century?

-Yes.

And that standard

is the Duke of Wellington.

Very good, ma'am.

So it's Waterloo.

-Salamanca.

-Ah.

Ah... And these?

[Tommy] Troops of Sir Edward Pakenham's

Third Infantry Division.

Oh, they're lovely.

Did you have them made?

A gift, ma'am.

From your grandfather,

when I was in his service.

Hmm.

-[Tommy] Shall we, ma'am?

-[Elizabeth] Yes.

[exhales]

I'm proposing to let the Duke of Windsor

back into public life.

And, as an example of a Christian

in a Christian country, to forgive.

Your Majesty,

that would... [clears throat]

in my view... [sighs]

be a mistake.

Why?

Before you make your decision, ma'am,

I believe you should be

in full possession of the facts.

-I've read the Marburg Files.

-So have I.

I said full possession.

-You mean there's more.

-Yes, ma'am.

[Tommy] The Duke of Windsor

made his loyalties clear

as soon as he became King.

Surrounded himself

with a new breed of courtier,

men such as Carl,

the Duke of Saxe-Coburg, a renowned n*zi.

He also shared classified Allied

documents with the Duchess of Windsor,

who was herself, we believe,

sharing a bed...

forgive me, ma'am...

with the German ambassador,

Herr Ribbentrop.

It became so bad that the government

had to stop putting secret

and sensitive papers in his red box.

But we needn't have worried,

because then we had the abdication.

Having promised to retire

from public life,

we now know that he had

no such intention.

Why else would the pair of them

decide to visit h*tler in Germany?

[crowd chattering]

[officer] Heil h*tler!

[crowd] Heil h*tler!

[Tommy] The Führer labeled the trip

an unofficial state visit,

so it is unsurprising that it was

on that same trip,

at the home of Herr Hess,

that the plan was hatched.

A plan to reinstate the Duke of Windsor

as King of England...

effectively betraying and dethroning

your dear late father,

in return for German forces being given

free rein across Europe.

German troops were even promised to

quell a colonial rebellion, if necessary.

And there were visits

to SS training schools

and early versions

of the concentration camps.

Now, of course,

the full horrors were yet to come.

Nonetheless, he visited.

Shall I continue, ma'am?

When a German aircraft

crashed in Belgium

carrying h*tler's entire m*llitary plan

for the invasion of France,

the Duke wasted no time in letting

his n*zi friends know

that Allied forces had, indeed,

recovered this priceless information,

which gave Germany time

to change its plans.

And, in less than a month,

Paris fell to German occupation.

But perhaps worst of all, the Duke

told the German government

that resolve in the United Kingdom

in the face of the German

aerial bombardment

was weakening

and that continued bombing...

that is, the continued slaughter of his

fellow countrymen and former subjects,

would, I quote,

"soon make Britain ready for peace."

[birds chirping]

[Billy on TV] The problems of the world

can be summed up

in one three-letter word:

S-I-N.

Sin.

From Psalm 58, "The wicked

are estranged from the womb.

They go astray as soon as they be born,

speaking lies."

God looks deep down inside of you.

God sees how you really are

down inside.

Now, you may be outwardly genteel,

refined, cultured,

a churchman,

of good standing in the community,

but is your heart far from God?

I've had a chance to think about

your request to serve your country.

I was keen to help you

and, weighing it all up...

the amount of time that has passed

and my affection for you, personally,

all spoke in its favor.

But?

But, on balance...

I think not.

And I'm sure you don't need reminding

that under the terms of the agreement

reached after the abdication,

you are permitted to return to

the United Kingdom only at the pleasure

and invitation of the sovereign.

Yes?

I find myself unable to grant

that permission.

And who has fed you this poison?

Your mother?

No.

Tommy Lascelles?

-I came to my own mind.

-But you have no mind of your own.

That's why everyone's so thrilled

with you.

The last royal to have a mind of his own

was me and that's why they threw me out.

Fine. I will go.

But let me ask you this.

Who has done

more damage to the monarchy?

Me, with my willfulness, or you lot,

with your inhumanity?

We all closed our eyes, our ears,

to what was being said about you.

We dismissed it as fabrications,

as cruel chatter,

in light of your decision

to give up the throne.

But when the truth finally came out...

The truth!

It makes a mockery of even

the central tenets of Christianity.

There is no possibility

of my forgiving you.

The question is: how on earth

can you forgive yourself?

-[bell rings]

-[door opens]

[door closes]

-[reporter 1] How was your trip?

-[reporter 2] Sir!

-[reporter 3] How's the Duchess?

-[reporter 4] Your Royal Highness!

[reporters clamoring]

[reporter 5] Sir!

[train whistle blows]

-Good morning, sir.

-Morning.

-[Wheeler-Bennett] Morning.

-[woman] Morning, sir.

-[woman 2] Morning, sir.

-[Wheeler-Bennett] Morning.

We have the go-ahead to publish.

Thank you, sir.

[train whistles]

[door opens]

[man] Reverend Graham, Your Majesty.

[Billy] Your Majesty.

[door closes]

You're very kind to find time

for me again.

[both chuckle]

Oh, do sit down.

[sighs]

Reverend Graham, uh...

I asked you here today because...

there's something that I'd very much like

to hear your views on.

Ma'am?

Forgiveness.

Are there any circumstances, do you feel,

where one can be a good Christian

and yet not forgive?

Christian teaching's very clear on this.

No one is beneath forgiveness.

Dying on the cross, Jesus himself asked

the Lord to forgive those that k*lled him.

Yes.

But... we must remember his words.

"They know not what they do."

That forgiveness, it was conditional.

True, but he still forgave.

God himself forgives us all. Who are we

to reject the example of God?

Mere mortals.

We are all mortals, that is our fate,

but we need not be un-Christian ones.

[Elizabeth sighs]

The solution for being unable to forgive:

one asks for forgiveness oneself.

Humbly and sincerely, and one prays

for those that one cannot forgive.

[door opens]

[Philip] Saying one for me?

-[Elizabeth] Not on this occasion, no.

-Go on. Put a word in.

[Philip] We all know you have

the ear of the big man upstairs,

-as, as head of his church.

-Oh, you're drunk.

-I am. I don't deny it.

-Get off.

But not nearly as drunk as either

of my drinking companions tonight.

-Care to take a guess?

-I wouldn't dare.

[Philip chuckles]

Your de-- your de--

[laughs] Your dear Ma was one.

-What?!

-[Philip laughs]

[Philip] And Tommy Lascelles the other.

-No.

-Yes!

I know. Hideous thought.

But we all agreed to put aside

our historical differences

to celebrate the one good thing

we all have in common.

Which is?

You.

[sighs]

And the heroic way

you kicked that wretched fool out today,

tail between his legs.

-It was hardly heroic.

-On the contrary, it was entirely heroic.

And don't, don't for one minute

start on about it being

a failure of Christianity.

-Uh, it is.

-No. It's not.

You protected your country and you

protected the reputation of your family.

Not to mention successfully banishing

Satan from entering the Garden of Eden.

That's Christ's business

in anyone's books.

So, it's a gold star from Jesus.

[laughs]

And a gold star from me.

What are you doing?

-[Elizabeth laughs] No!

-Yes.

-No. No, darling.

-Oh, yes, darling! Come on.

[Elizabeth] No! [laughs]

Ha!