02x07 - Matrimonium

[bunniefuu]

[church bells ring]

[motorbike]

♪ When no one else can understand me ♪

♪ When everything I do is wrong ♪

♪ You give me love and consolation ♪

♪ You give me hope to carry on ♪

♪ And you try to show your love for me ♪

♪ In everything you do

♪ That's the wonder ♪

♪ The wonder of you ♪

♪ And when you smile

The world is brighter ♪

♪ You touch my hand and I'm a king ♪

♪ Your kiss to me is worth a fortune ♪

♪ Your love to me is everything ♪

♪ And you're always there ♪

-[woman] Your Royal Highness.

-♪ To lend a hand ♪

-♪ In all I try to do ♪

-Get out.

-♪ That's the wonder ♪

-[door slams shut]

♪ The wonder of you ♪

-♪ That's the wonder ♪

-[sighs]

♪ That's the wonder ♪

♪ That's the wonder of you ♪

[lighter clicks]

♪ I guess I'll never know the reason why ♪

♪ You love me as you do ♪

♪ That's the wonder ♪

♪ The wonder of you ♪

[Townsend] Third of August, 1959.

Dearest Margaret,

I write to you with a heavy heart,

in hopes of preparing you...

-[door opens]

-...for an announcement I am to make.

As you are aware, I have just returned

from a year abroad around the world.

A young woman named Marie-Luce

accompanied me on this trip

as my secretary and photographer.

She is someone I have known

for a few years now

and her companionship has been

one of the few joys in my life.

I have decided to ask her to marry me.

Dearest Margaret, I know

you will feel betrayed by this decision.

When we parted,

I could never have imagined

falling in love with anyone else.

But these years apart

and the knowledge that I will

never be allowed to marry you,

[his voice fades] or even, in time...

[glass smashes]

[sobs]

[footsteps approach]

-[Margaret] I, uh...

-[Tony] Mm?

[Margaret] I received a letter

this morning from Peter Townsend.

[Tony] Ha! Group Captain Bore?

-Peter's not a bore.

-[Tony shouts] What?

-I said Peter's not a bore.

-Excuse me.

Straight-backed, obedient, decent.

Missionary fashion, three quick minutes.

And that's your lot. Definitely a bore.

Probably pajamas, too.

He looks like a pajama man.

Striped and ironed.

And? What did he have to say?

[Margaret] He asked my permission

to break our pact.

[Tony] Pact? What pact?

We promised that if we couldn't marry

each other, we'd never marry anyone else.

[Tony] Ah, I see.

Well... he now wishes to be released

from that pledge.

[Tony] To get married?

-Yes.

-Who is the unfortunate?

Some girl he met in Brussels. [scoffs]

[laughs] She's 19.

Really?

At his age?

Isn't that some sort of criminal offense?

Well, he wrote to me so I wouldn't

hear about it from anyone else.

How gallant.

And? How do you feel?

Yes, I feel a bit hurt

that he should have found happiness first.

Ah, don't be.

[kisses]

He hasn't found happiness.

He's found marriage,

the very opposite of happiness.

Ideally it would've been me writing to him

saying that I was the one getting married.

Uh-uh-uh. You said

you didn't want to get married.

"That's what dreary

conventional people do."

You don't think you and I could do it...

unconventionally?

Interestingly?

Christ. Only if we violated

each and every one of the god-awful vows

the Church would make us take.

[sighs]

-[man clears throat] Tony.

-[Tony] Ah, right, yes.

-You have to, uh, open the doors.

-No--

-You ready?

-You can't just leave it there.

Darling, we're half an hour late as it is.

-I've just effectively proposed.

-Oh, we can discuss this another time.

Fine. If what's important to me

isn't a priority for you...

-Is my car still outside?

-[man] Yes, ma'am.

-[Tony] Where are you going?

-[Margaret] Home.

But you came to support me.

Half those bloody journalists

have only come to see you.

Well, the work will have to speak

for itself. I'm sure it will.

[crowd chatters loudly]

Where's Her Royal Highness gone, Tony?

Oh, it's not really her sort of thing, but

Larry Olivier's here and Alec Guinness.

Marlene Dietrich, anyone?

[man] That's her. Oi! Come on, lads.

She's coming out now.

-[motorbike horn beeps]

-[crowd shouting]

Go. Go!

[crowd shouting]

[woman] Ah, Lord and Lady Trenchard.

What a thrill.

Oh, you must come again. It's been so

long. I'd adore it. Much love, much love.

[woman] Ah!

-[Tony] Hello, Mummy.

-[woman] Darling.

[kisses]

-I would like my usual, please.

-[waiter] Very good.

-[lighter clicks]

-Mnh-mnh.

[lighter clicks]

-[Tony] So...

-[sighs]

You didn't come to my exhibition.

After I reminded you, too.

There was a clash.

-Your brother...

-Half-brother.

...was on parade.

The Irish Guards are on parade

every month.

I have an opening like that once a year.

It was so important to him.

Well, there we are.

Michael.

The notices were favorable.

Very favorable, actually.

-Really? I read The Times.

-Mm.

The Times was the only naysayer.

Any mention of her?

Margaret? She wasn't there.

Oh.

[sighs]

-We had a tiff.

-What about?

Marriage, if you must know.

[woman] Mm-hmm.

-She's turned you down.

-No.

The other way round.

Are you mad?

You know, Mummy, for most parents...

there's never anyone good enough

for their children.

Your health.

[breathes deeply]

[camera clicks]

[camera clicks]

-[camera clicks]

-[woman pants]

[camera clicks]

-[camera clicks]

-[woman moans]

[panting]

What's the matter?

There's something I have to tell you.

[thunder rumbles in the distance]

-[Tony] So I told Jacqui.

-[woman] How did she take it?

Not lying down. [laughs]

Mind you,

she never takes anything lying down.

Far too conventional.

[sighs] She really is

the most dazzling f*ck.

-Evidently.

-What is that supposed to mean?

Well, you've just become so much...

better since seeing her.

-[man] Hear, hear.

-[Tony] Have I?

[man] I really can't keep up anymore.

[kisses]

-[woman] And you're more imaginative.

-[Tony] Am I?

So don't give her up, whatever you do.

I won't.

Speaking of which,

I have to be in London on Thursday

and might have some time after lunch.

Is that a proposition?

It is. Any objections, Mr. Fry?

-[man] None at all, Mrs. Fry.

-[woman laughs]

Can I get back to you on that?

I'm supposed

to be seeing Margaret that night.

[woman] That's all right.

I promise not to totally exhaust you.

I just thought that

I might pop the question to her then.

-[woman] Which question?

-That question.

You said she had thick ankles

and the face of a Jewish manicurist.

[Tony] Well, [groans] she does.

[woman laughs]

But she's adorable, too.

-And with a quick temper.

-Oh, is that a plus?

It's not unsexy.

It doesn't mean you have to marry her.

I'm afraid I do.

Other reasons.

Don't ask me to explain.

[man on TV] Most of the species

in Galapagos are unique to the islands.

For instance,

this sea lion, uh, is a subspecies

found only in the Galapagos.

[door opens]

[motorbike engine rumbles]

[motorbike engine revs]

The land iguana,

not to be confused with the...

[motorbike engine revs]

[exhales]

[motorbike engine revs]

[sighs]

[tires screech]

[motorbike horn honks]

[creaking]

[footsteps]

[Margaret] What's this?

[Tony] Open it.

[puts ashtray down]

Will you forgive me

if I don't go down on one knee?

Hmm?

You won't defer to your princess,

even when you propose to her?

It's got nothing to do with deference.

-They're chafed from f*cking you.

-[chuckles]

Marry me.

I thought you hated the idea of marriage.

I do.

Then I hated the idea

of losing you even more.

You would have lost me.

You'd have come back.

Never.

Promise me one thing.

Name it.

Not to bore me.

Fine.

Now promise me one thing in return.

Name it.

Not to hurt me.

I promise.

Tony has proposed marriage to me

and I've accepted.

That's marginally better than the "Oh,"

which was your reaction

to Peter Townsend's proposal.

Anyway, I do hope there won't be

any objections or obstacles this time.

No, of course not.

Be good enough to give me

that assurance again,

nice and audibly,

so we're both quite clear.

Margaret.

I promise that I will never do anything

to block any marriage of yours ever again.

Thank you.

So I have your blessing to make

the announcement and start making plans?

-Yes...

-Good.

Then forgive me for not staying longer.

I'd just like to get cracking on this.

Peter wrote to me. He's marrying too.

She's 19.

-Oh, Margaret.

-So my announcement must come first.

[phone rings]

[phone continues ringing]

[man] Birr Castle. Good evening.

It's Tony Armstrong-Jones.

I'd like to speak to my mother.

I'll see if Lady Rosse is available.

Tell her it's important.

Lady Rosse is resting at the moment, sir.

She has asked

that you might call back again tomorrow.

[dial tone humming]

[loud thud]

sh*t.

-[Margaret] Tony?

-Coming.

Ah.

-[squeals]

-[groans]

Ma'am.

Do sit down, Michael.

So where shall we do it?

What do you fancy?

People will expect the abbey,

but since there's no danger

of my ever wearing the crown,

we can break with that, if we want.

-And go to Gretna Green?

-[chuckles]

Why not?

Or Las Vegas.

I've been informed by Princess Margaret

that she's received a proposal

of marriage.

She's accepted that proposal and now

wishes to make a public statement.

Would you kindly speak

to Commander Colville

and the rest of the people in

the press office and ask them to help her?

Of course, ma'am.

And it is to be the photographer, ma'am?

Yes.

-Mr. Jones.

-Armstrong-Jones, I believe.

-I see.

-She's quite within her rights, Michael.

And she seems very determined.

And we can ill afford another drama

like Peter Townsend,

so I'm going to support it,

come what may.

Of course, ma'am.

There is one slight problem, though.

Wouldn't it be fun

if we did choose the abbey?

One half full of your friends,

one half full of mine.

New world, old world.

Like an eagle with two heads,

facing in opposite directions.

All right. Let's do the abbey.

And let's make it bigger than my sister's.

Let's eclipse her.

Let's shake this place to its core.

[Margaret] The decision we've come to

is a little announcement

followed by a big wedding...

at the abbey.

Ta-da!

I brought a copy of the statement which

we'll give to the newspapers tomorrow.

Well, what do you think?

It looks fine, but, uh...

No, don't come with "buts."

-We're going to have to delay it.

-Delay what?

The announcement. Just for a few months.

-Why?

-Because of the baby.

What baby?

Mine. I'm expecting.

Since when?

Fourteen weeks.

Why didn't you tell me that?

I've tried, but your head's been

in the clouds, understandably.

What has expecting

got to do with anything?

-Congratulations, by the way.

-Thank you. It's a protocol issue.

-Oh, pro-- Oh, I understand!

-No, Margaret, you don't.

This is just some scheme cooked up

by all of you to put me off the marriage.

No. It's a tiresome protocol issue.

Until the sovereign's child is born, no

other family announcements can be made.

Don't you see? Until we announce it,

we can't marry, either.

-No, just for six months.

-Another six months?

Margaret.

Most of that time will be taken up

with planning anyway.

Margaret. Margaret.

As indication of my support as Queen,

I intend to throw a party.

For the family. For your friends.

To show our support.

We never did that for Peter.

You never did anything for Peter.

Margaret, you have my word.

It's full steam ahead.

You will marry Tony.

We just can't announce it yet.

Mr. Aneurin Bevan, who if he isn't

returned it'll be a miracle, of course,

-with his enormous majority in...

-Bob.

Bob, I'll just interrupt you one second.

I'm being called for... Sorry.

I've stopped him now, so we'll just

confirm Edinburgh Pentlands.

Bob Mackenzie said

that Labour needed that swing,

two percent or more, to win the election.

At the beginning of the night,

it was all over the place.

One or two the other way

made us think we must hesitate,

but after 30 results it's settled down...

[Tony] So it's most likely

to be an earldom.

What they'll give me

to make me acceptable.

-An earldom?

-Mm.

Not a f*cking dukedom.

[chuckling]

Or a marquisate.

But as husband to the Queen's sister,

I'd still rank higher than the man

my mother took as her second husband,

the Irishman, when she left my father.

And I'd rank higher

than the son she gave him,

little Brendan, le vicomte.

On our trips to Ireland, he, Brendan,

would travel first class in the train

and my stepbrother would travel

in second class,

and I was made to travel third.

The runt son from the unsatisfactory

first marriage with no title.

And a polio-twisted leg.

Oh.

Could you? Would you? Thank you.

Love you.

Conservative Party: 27,055.

And this points to a Conservative majority

of 110 over Labour,

over 100 over all parties

in the next Parliament.

Are you in the mood for some questions?

It depends on the questions.

Does it hurt?

No, it doesn't hurt.

[sighs]

But it is uncomfortable,

especially if the baby's sitting down

in my pelvis or decides to kick me.

-No, you see, now you're not interested.

-I'm very interested.

One does feel cumbersome,

and I'm tired all the time

and I can't do anything

and I can't bend down.

It's rather like that journey

from Aberdeen to Balmoral.

-Don't.

-It just seems to go on forever.

And one's toes are disappearing.

Don't say that.

-I like your toes.

-My toes are hideous.

Don't be silly.

They're the second-best thing about you.

That's a horrible compliment.

There's no such thing

as a bad compliment.

That's true. Beggars can't be choosers.

What's the best thing?

[inhales]

What's the best thing?

Two things, really.

-Oh!

-[both laugh]

Reason alone to have children, I'd say.

Enormous.

-Yes, all right.

-You milkmaid.

No. No, no. Barmaid.

-Oh.

-Go on, indulge me.

Pour me a pint.

Filthily. Go on.

-I haven't the faintest idea.

-Go on.

Like this.

Look me in the eyes while you're doing it.

Go on.

[laughs]

[sighs]

[indistinct chatter]

[car door closes]

[sound of faint music]

[handbrake]

[crowd chattering]

[car door closes]

-[music playing]

-[chattering]

-[indistinct chatter]

-[laughter]

[Lady Rosse] I'd adore you to come to Birr

in March. That's when we have the hunt.

-[Queen Mother] Really?

-Yes, and if you do...

[laughs]

-[Margaret] This way.

-[Tony] Please, someone interesting.

[Margaret] Darling, this is John Beaufort.

These are great friends of ours.

-[laughter]

-The little finger. The little finger.

[indistinct chatter]

[laughter]

[Margaret] Whiskey, please, darling.

What's the matter?

You look like you've seen a ghost.

Of course, in some ways, you have.

Hideous, redundant relics and specters,

all of them.

[Mrs. Fry laughs]

-No, it's not that.

-What?

-Two whiskeys, please.

-[man] Certainly, sir.

I didn't want to tell you tonight.

What?

Tony, I'm pregnant.

Me?

-You can't be sure.

-I'm 99 percent.

Well, that still leaves one percent.

-Have you told Jeremy?

-Not yet. I daren't.

-[Lady Rosse] Well, he did Knollys House.

-Yes, yes.

[Lady Rosse] And he adores it.

He's got it in his living room.

-[party music]

-[guests chatter and laugh]

[Philip] If any further evidence

were needed

to prove that we are a changed country,

then this is it.

It's all changed so quickly.

-Within a generation.

-Yes.

Just 15 minutes ago, the British

government and establishment

were up in arms

about my joining this family.

-I remember.

-I was a royal prince from a royal house.

My great-great-grandmother

was Queen Victoria.

My father was a prince,

my grandfather was a king,

and everyone was mortified

at how inappropriate I was

and how low you were stooping.

-I know.

-I mean, this fella's mother...

-[whispers] Stop it!

-...is a ghastly social climber.

His father's a common-or-garden

contract lawyer who buggered off

with an airline stewardess

and everyone's throwing their hats

in the air, declaring it's a victory.

Not yet.

Pathetic.

[Queen Mother] Come on, Margaret.

Now, follow me.

-Come on, everybody. Do join in.

-[Margaret] Please come on.

[laughter]

-Ma'am.

-[Queen Mother] Here we go.

-Michael.

-[Queen Mother] I'll lead the way.

If there was anything that one ought

to know about Mr. Armstrong-Jones

before he becomes part of this family,

it might be better to know

sooner rather than later.

What is it that Your Majesty

would like to know?

[Tony] Coming through!

-[Michael] Ma'am.

-[Tony] Coming through.

[Tony] Mind yourselves.

-Whoa!

-[laughter]

[laughter gets louder]

[Queen Mother laughs] Lilibet.

-[Tommy] Michael.

-[Michael] Morning, Tommy.

[Tommy] I hope Your Majesty

understands the context

in which this discreet

reconnaissance work was done

and that it in no way represents

a prurient, moralistic

or censorious position.

Mr. Armstrong-Jones is perfectly entitled

in his private life

to make those choices he wishes,

indeed, to live as he wishes.

[Michael clears throat]

However, as with a great many artists,

the, uh, conventional approach to life

doesn't appear to fit.

It seems that what makes his work notable

is his willingness, his appetite,

to break barriers and conventions,

as he pushes his medium,

photography, I believe, to its boundaries,

and, um, [clears throat] as in art,

so, it would appear, in life.

I see.

[sighs]

The narrow path,

the straight, Christian path,

is not to his taste.

-To the best of our knowledge...

-[unlocks briefcase]

...he is currently conducting

no fewer than three other

intimate relationships.

What?

With whom?

With a Miss Jacqui Chan,

an Oriental dancer and singer.

With Gina Ward, an actress.

And with a Miss Robin Banks,

his former assistant.

These, we should add...

Are just the natural ones.

What?

There is good reason

to suspect that Mr. Armstrong-Jones

has a taste for members of his own sex

and that his close friendship

with his proposed best man,

-Mr. Jeremy Fry, is...

-Yes.

-...in fact--

-All right, Tommy.

Not to mention his wife.

-Please.

-Camilla.

Formerly Grinling.

An erstwhile girlfriend

of Armstrong-Jones.

Who is now expecting, herself.

Do you have a photograph of her?

We do.

[Tommy] Thank you, Michael. [exhales]

[Elizabeth gasps]

[zip opens]

[doctor] If you agree, gentlemen,

it's customary

to inform the Home Secretary

at this point.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

-[thud]

-Christ, Jim.

-[Jim] All right, all right, all right.

-OK?

-Right.

[Jim groans]

[Jim groans]

-Some twilight sleep, ma'am.

-[Elizabeth whispers] Thank you.

[Elizabeth inhales sharply]

I'm happy to tell you, delivery of

the Queen's child is expected imminently.

Oh, well. Good gracious.

Well, um, perhaps a moment's prayer

on behalf of the government?

[Macmillan] O Lord, our heavenly Father,

high and mighty,

king of kings, lord of lords...

[doctor] There we are.

...the only ruler of princes,

who dost, from Thy throne,

behold all the dwellers upon Earth.

Most heartily, we beseech Thee,

with thy favor,

to behold our most gracious

Sovereign Lady, Queen Elizabeth,

and so replenish her

with the grace of thy Holy Spirit,

that she may always incline

-to Thy will and walk in Thy way...

-[breathes heavily]

Endue her plenteously

with heavenly gifts.

[Jim groans]

sh*t.

[Macmillan] Grant her,

in health and wealth, long to live.

Strengthen her, that she may vanquish

and overcome all her enemies

and, finally, after this life...

-[groans]

-Ah, sh*t!

...she may attain

everlasting joy and felicity

through Jesus Christ, our Lord.

-Amen.

-[ministers] Amen.

[baby gurgles]

-[nurse] Good baby. What a good baby.

-[baby gurgles]

[man on radio] This is London.

Here is the news.

[radio pips]

[man on radio] The new prince

will be second in line to the throne

and was born weighing

seven pounds and three ounces.

A name is expected

to be announced soon.

Celebrations today include a 41-g*n

salute by the Royal Horse a*tillery

and a 21-g*n salute by the Royal Navy.

[woman on radio] This is the British

Broadcasting Corporation...

[airplanes approach]

[crowd clamoring]

[horn honks]

[faint sound of crowd chattering]

[man] You have a new nephew,

Your Highness.

[woman] Congratulations.

[baby cries]

-[Elizabeth] Hello.

-[Margaret] Hello.

-Look. He's beautiful.

-[baby coos]

-Thank you.

-Have you thought of a name?

Well, we briefly considered George,

but there's been too many of those,

and anyway, no one could live up to Papa.

-[Margaret] No.

-[baby cries]

And then we thought of Louis,

but that was a bit too...

-[Margaret scoffs] Foreign.

-Mm.

-So, we've decided upon Andrew.

-Oh...

After Philip's father.

Yes, the bankrupt philanderer.

Philip's father.

So, now the baby's here and healthy

and all is well, everybody's thrilled,

I would just like your blessing

for me and Tony to...

[inhales]

-Yes, you know what I'm about to say.

-Announce your engagement?

Yes.

Very well.

Thank you.

[chuckles]

But before you announce it

and rush up the aisle...

are you sure that Tony's the right man?

-I can't believe you're doing this.

-Margaret.

In the first flush of a romantic love,

we're all blind.

We see only what we want to see.

-You hardly know him.

-And you know him even less.

I'm just concerned

that in a rush to heal wounds...

Wounds inflicted by you.

...you end up committing yourself

to something, someone,

that isn't quite right.

You told me yourself

you only embarked on this engagement

after you heard from Peter

that he intended to marry someone else.

I just want to make sure

that this isn't some kind of revenge.

Tony is no revenge. Tony is a free choice.

Tony has given me reason

to hope and dream.

-He makes me feel things no one ever has.

-[sighs]

[laughs]

Things I didn't imagine possible.

I don't doubt that.

But he's also a very complicated man.

With a complicated past

and, who knows,

a complicated present.

What is that supposed to mean?

Or is there something you know?

Because if there is, tell me now.

Tell me now.

I'm merely asking if he's the right man

for a lifelong commitment.

Is he really cut out for marriage

with all its ups and downs?

I will marry Tony

if it is the last thing I do.

At the Chelsea Registry Office,

with a local drunk as witness, if need be.

Because Tony makes sense of me,

defines me.

At long last, I know who I am

and what I represent.

And what is that?

A woman in my own right.

A woman for the modern age.

And, above all, a woman who is free.

Free to live, to love,

and free to break away.

But you're not breaking away.

Because you won't give up your title,

your rank, your privileges,

for one simple reason.

You enjoy it all too much.

The palaces, the privileges,

the deference.

It's always meant more to you

than it did to me.

-[baby cries]

-Whereas all I wanted to do was...

give it all up...

disappear and become invisible.

Well, in that case, your achievement's

all the more remarkable.

As you've managed to disappear and

become invisible, while wearing the crown.

-Margaret...

-I'll see you in the abbey.

[man on TV] When the announcement

of the betrothal

was made from Clarence House,

the reaction everywhere

was not only one of surprise

but also of the greatest pleasure.

Strange to be getting up

in a London street,

but you must have your hair looking

its best on a great day like this.

[door opens]

[man on TV]

Before the great news was given,

the princess's fiancé was quite unknown

to the people of Britain.

[man on radio] Now everyone knows he's

29, the same age as Princess Margaret.

He was educated

at Eton and at Cambridge,

where he coxed the winning crew in 1950,

and he's unconventional, talented

and very popular--

[switches radio off]

[man on TV] They spent some time

walking through the grounds

while the cameras continued

to make this delightful record.

[crowd cheering]

[music box playing]

[music box continues playing]

[music stops]

[crowd cheers]

[sighs]

[bells ring in the distance]

Your father would have been proud.

[crowd on TV cheers]

[crowd cheering]

Well, not bad, you'd have to say.

What?

For the son

that always brought you shame.

The son that you rejected.

The son that was never good enough.

I suppose I always thought

that eventually you'd find it in you

to admit that you're proud of me.

Perhaps even that you love me.

Darling, I do hope

you haven't done all this for me.

[man] Antony Charles Robert, wilt

thou have this woman to thy wedded wife,

to live together after God's ordinance

in the holy estate of matrimony?

Wilt thou love her, comfort her,

honor and keep her,

in sickness and in health,

and, forsaking all other,

keep thee only unto her,

as long as ye both shall live?

[Tony] I will.

[crowd continues cheering]

[cameras click]

[man] Margaret Rose, wilt thou

have this man to thy wedded husband,

to live together after God's ordinance

in the holy estate of matrimony?

Wilt thou obey him and serve him,

love, honor and keep him,

in sickness and in health,

-and, forsaking all other...

-[church bells ring]

...keep thee only unto him,

so long as ye both shall live?

[Margaret] I will.