The White Elephant

LAURA LINNEY: This is "Masterpiece."

It is meant to be a Great Exhibition.

The only thing that is going to be great will be my humiliation.

LINNEY: Previously on "Victoria"... Is there something I can offer you?

A token of my goodwill?

FEODORA: I want my daughter.

He knows.

SOPHIE: Get your hands off me!

You have no right to do this!

You're mistaken, my dear.

I never should have offered you that stupid position.

I married a dreamer, not a soldier.

PALMERSTON: The public do not see the exhibition in the same light.

The public can change their mind in an afternoon.

We have changed.

But of course I love you.

LINNEY: "Victoria," the season finale, ♪ Gloriana ♪ ♪ Hallelujah ♪ ♪ Gloriana ♪ ♪ Hallelujah ♪ ♪ Gloriana, hallelujah ♪ ♪ Hallelujah.

♪ ♪ ♪ (door opens) COLE: Good morning, Your Royal Highness.

I am sorry to disturb you, sir, but I've just heard the Russian exhibits have been held up.

Held, held up?

By ice.

(door closes) In the Baltic.

It's been a long winter.

It has been a long winter.

Well.

VICTORIA: Albert, you must come and have breakfast.

Your Majesty.

Ah, Mr. Cole.

You're here already.

Albert, I know you're busy, but you must eat.

The Russian ships have frozen in the Baltic.

I promise the exhibition will be fine without a few sable pelts and dried herrings.

Actually, ma'am, they were sending samples of minerals that could... Won't it, Mr. Cole?

Mmm.

♪ ♪ Very well.

♪ ♪ (exhales) Awful.

Colonel Sibthorp.

Demanding I put a stop to this "crystal abomination."

Really.

Can't he see Albert's a visionary?

Perhaps only a wife can truly appreciate his... genius.

What do you mean?

Just that...

Your belief in Albert must be such a solace to him at the moment.

People are being so unkind.

Monmouth says Sophie has taken a turn for the worse.

I had no idea it was so serious.

Did you, Emma?

Why, no, ma'am.

In fact, she has been looking very well of late.

Blooming, I would say.

She's suffering from... some kind of inflammation of the brain that requires complete rest and seclusion.

♪ ♪ (sobbing) (sniffles) (sobbing continues in distance) PALMERSTON: I am so sorry to have been the bearer of bad news.

It is so illogical.

The United States have sent their steam-powered threshing machine, and now the vice president is concerned about hailstones breaking the glass roof.

What does it matter if some lily-livered American won't show up?

The exhibition is for the people, and I'm sure they can't wait to see their steam-powered threshing machine.

Hmm.

Adelheid.

Let me introduce my foreign secretary, Lord Palmerston.

PALMERSTON (in German): Serene Highness.

(laughs) (Palmerston chuckles) FEODORA: Adelheid has barely left the school room, Lord Palmerston.

(Palmerston clears throat) Heidi, we must talk about your dress for the exhibition.

I only have two dresses, and I'm afraid they are not chic.

Then we must go and talk to my dresser.

And I'm sure Feo would be happy to lend you some of her new jewels.

(chuckles softly) Feodora, of course, you will be looking for a match for Heidi, no?

FEODORA: Eh, she is still so young.

Ah, well, the king of Prussia's brother Sigmund will be coming.

If Heidi were to find him agreeable, I think it could be most suitable.

Vicky, of course, will marry the crown prince, but, until then, it could be beneficial to have an ally in Berlin.

Do you not think, Lord Palmerston?

If you say so, sir.

You are most thoughtful, Albert.

♪ ♪ "Prince Florizel asked the king if he could marry his daughter.

"And the king, with tears in his eyes, "gave him his blessing.

"And so Aurora and Florizel were married.

"And they lived happily ever after.

The end."

Now... Time for bed.

Time for bed.

(sighs) Good night.

(kisses) Papa told Aunt Feo that I'm going to marry the crown prince and live in Berlin.

But I want to stay here, with you.

(chuckling): Yes, well, you do now, but one day, you'll want your own family.

But I promise, when you do marry, you will marry just as I did-- for love.

Do you think cousin Adelheid will marry for love?

Yes.

Yes, I'm, I'm sure she will.

Will Papa come and say good night?

(sighs): Maybe not tonight, darling.

Now, bed.

Good night.

VICKY AND BERTIE: Good night, Mama.

(people murmuring) PALMERSTON: Russell.

I've just had a dispatch from Paris.

There's been a coup, and Louis Napoleon has declared himself emperor.

Who'd have thought that after Waterloo there would be another Bonaparte emperor?

Well, he's nothing like his uncle.

He's even shorter, apparently, and he has no plans to attack Britain.

How can you be sure?

Well, because he'll be too busy licking his own country into shape.

You seem very confident.

He may be a Frenchman, but Louis Napoleon is someone I can do business with.

♪ ♪ (gasping softly) (door unlocking) I want to see my son.

I'm sure you do.

However, I think he would find the sight of his lunatic mother rather distressing.

Don't you?

Perhaps it's time I sent you to the asylum, where you can be properly cared for.

(snaps fingers) There is nothing wrong with me.

When the queen hears about what you've done, she will demand that you set me free.

Oh, how remiss of me.

Her Majesty sent over some calf's foot jelly.

She does so hope you'll be better for the exhibition.

What a shame you'll have to disappoint her.

(door locking) COLE: "The Times" today said, "The influx of visitors from all over the world "will likely result in fermentation of a new plague, just as the Black Death followed the Crusades."

(chuckles softly) How, how can a, a respectable newspaper print such utter nonsense?

I don't think there is such a thing as a respectable paper, sir.

(laughs) (door opens) VICTORIA: Albert.

ALBERT: Hmm?

Your Majesty.

(door closes) VICTORIA: Ah, you're still working.

How can I sleep knowing that we have not sold enough tickets?

But I thought the excursion fares were going to make all the difference.

They are helping, certainly, ma'am, but no one's buying the season tickets.

It seems that society women do not wish to rub shoulders with the ruffians and foreigners.

Might they want to shake hands with their queen?

Why, yes indeed, ma'am.

Mmm, then I think we have a solution, Mr. Cole.

ALBERT: Victoria, no.

I do not want to use you to sell tickets.

And I, Albert, do not want your great creation to fail.

And more importantly, I want you to get some sleep.

Perhaps you are right.

Yes.

VICTORIA: Indeed.

Good night, Mr. Cole.

Ma'am.

(door opens) Come on.

Yes, very well, very well.

(door closes, Victoria sighs) ♪ ♪ (dog barking in distance) ♪ ♪ (breathing deeply) It is magnificent, my love.

But it will still be there in the morning.

In Burma, the kings, they have these sacred elephants that are silver in color.

And if a king gives an elephant to a subject, it is seen as a sign of great fortune.

The animals are too sacred to put to work, and of course they cannot be sold.

They are so expensive to keep, that sometimes the new owners are forced to choose between feeding their children and feeding the beast.

That is what "The Times" called this today.

A white elephant.

I am afraid I have built a monument to my own folly.

Fiddlesticks.

People just have to get used to the idea, that's all.

And if they do not?

Well, if they do not... Then you will still be my husband, the father of my children, my beloved.

♪ ♪ Your hand is like ice.

♪ ♪ PALMERSTON: Your Serene Highness!

What are you doing in the park?

I'm coming to see the prince's creation.

Ah.

She's a fine-looking girl, your Heidi.

Too pretty to marry a Prussian.

She could do much better.

Louis Napoleon has declared himself emperor of France.

He's going to need an empress.

♪ ♪ I can't imagine why a man who distrusts the French as you do would suggest such a match.

Well, the Russian bear would like to sweep up the Balkans in its claw.

All they would need to do is find a common cause with a country with an excellent navy and ambitions to recreate their lost dominance of Europe.

France, for example.

That would be most unfortunate for us.

♪ ♪ And you think Heidi could prevent this alliance?

I think if she's anything like her mother, then Britain's interests will be quite safe.

Of course.

And as empress, she would outrank everyone.

Even the Queen of England.

Good day.

♪ ♪ Have you heard from the duchess of Monmouth, ma'am?

I hope she is recovering from her illness.

(paper rustling) The duke said she is no better.

Would you like me to make some inquiries, ma'am?

Yes.

Yes, perhaps you should.

(paper rustling) I'll write a letter to Sophie.

To be delivered in person.

That's a good idea.

Glad you approve, Turner.

♪ ♪ (door opens) Oh, isn't it lovely?

I don't want to take it off ever.

Aunt Victoria has been so kind.

I love her so much.

Well, she can afford to give you lovely things.

And Uncle Albert says he thinks I will like Prince Sigmund.

Imagine living in Berlin!

Mmm, imagine... living in Paris.

Once again, Palmerston has exceeded his authority.

He had no right to congratulate Napoleon on, on making himself emperor of the French.

I don't understand how this Bonaparte can make himself emperor just like that.

After all that we have done to cultivate a good relationship with Prussia, Palmerston has congratulated their greatest enemy.

I think you are not alone in deploring his action, sir.

I suspect that, for once, the foreign secretary will not have the support of the country.

Or the Commons.

ALBERT: Ah, Feodora.

Can it be right that you were seen in the park today, talking with Lord Palmerston?

Oh, he accosted me, Albert.

I didn't want to cut him in public, much as I would have liked to.

Yes, well, he has put the whole exhibition in jeopardy with his support of Louis Napoleon.

I thought the Prussians would withdraw, but I explained to the king Palmerston does not speak for the crown.

I think he speaks only for himself.

Well, I must say I am pleased that Prince Sigmund will still be coming.

Oh, you are so kind, Albert, to think of my little Heidi at a time like this.

Well, I know how much her happiness matters to you.

(footsteps retreating) (sighs) I acted in the national interest, ma'am.

Of which you are the sole guardian?

Of course not, but this country's reputation is my greatest concern.

Which is why I'm here.

Thank you.

Is it true that you're going to attend the public opening of the exhibition?

Of course.

Think of all that glass, such a tempting target.

(scoffing): Oh, don't be so lily-livered.

You've been against the exhibition from the beginning.

Well, the British public don't take well to hyperbole, ma'am.

The minute you call something great, they just want to belittle it.

So what do you suggest?

Stay away from the exhibition.

Let it be the prince's project, and not the crown's.

But the queen told me to give this to the duchess in person.

No one is allowed up there, miss.

Not even to clean or empty the slops.

Do you think the duchess is very ill?

(coins clink) (lowering voice): What kind of an illness is it when a patient has to be locked in when the nurses come down for their meals?

VICTORIA: My dress is pink, and so is Vicky's, and Bertie will wear his kilt.

It's important people recognize the prince of Wales.

People are talking of nothing else but the exhibition, ma'am.

(Abigail clears throat) ABIGAIL: Excuse me, ma'am.

I went to Monmouth House as you asked me to, and I wasn't allowed to see the duchess.

It is my belief that she has been confined to her room on the grounds of insanity.

Insanity?

Sophie is not a lunatic.

No, but I suspect the duke does not agree with you, ma'am.

Please find the duke of Monmouth and tell him I wish to speak with him.

At once.

Let Brodie go.

I want to wring his aristocratic neck.

I could do it, too.

Just like killing a chicken, one quick twist.

Which is why you mustn't go near him, Joseph.

He's a powerful man.

I don't care what he does to me.

(voice breaking): He has no right to lock her up.

(crying) I would lay down my life for her, Abigail.

Don't look so surprised.

You think a footman isn't capable of real feeling?

And a good-looking young man could use a duchess for his own advancement.

Oh, not everyone thinks like you, Mr. Penge.

You don't think I am capable of real feeling, Mrs. Turner?

Brodie?

♪ ♪ (horses trotting) Whoa.

(Emily playing piano) Emily!

You look surprised, Henry.

I hope I'm not spoiling any of your plans.

You know that you are the only plan worth following.

But what are you doing here?

You hate London in the season.

The queen invited me to the opening of the exhibition.

Oh, and you left Ireland for that?

I could hardly refuse a royal command, and besides, I am looking forward to seeing the famous Crystal Palace.

Crystal Palace?

Crystal Carbuncle, more like.

It's full of the world's impedimenta.

Or a step towards the realization of the unity of mankind?

Emily, please.

You know what sententious claptrap does to my poor nerves.

Have you ever considered the possibility that the prince is right?

Never!

God made Britain an island for a reason.

So God's an Englishman?

Hmm, of course.

Are you sure Louis Napoleon deserves your support?

Is that why you're here?

I didn't think you cared for politics.

It isn't politics I care for, Henry.

Since you are determined to proceed, there is nothing I can do to prevent a vote of censure against the foreign secretary for his letter of congratulation to the so-called emperor of the French.

But Palmerston has stuck to the Foreign Office like a limpet through every crisis of his own making.

This time, we must be sure of getting him out.

PENGE: The duke of Monmouth, ma'am.

Your Majesty.

Is it true, Duke, that the duchess, my mistress of the robes, is being confined in your house as a lunatic?

Given the duchess's mental state, I am afraid I had no choice...

I don't believe there's anything wrong with Sophie's mind.

But the doctors who examined her would disagree with you.

(chuckles) (chuckles): Really?

In my experience, men only call women mad when they are doing something inconvenient.

Her behavior has been more than inconvenient, ma'am.

It has been... wanton.

The doctors call it hysterical nymphomania.

So you see, ma'am, I had no choice.

She is my wife, and I regret to say she is mad.

Duke.

I expect to see the duchess at the exhibition tomorrow.

(stammers) You may leave us.

♪ ♪ (footsteps retreating) ♪ ♪ (door unlocks) ♪ ♪ Wake up, Mama!

Wake up!

I think Papa is dead!

Come on, Mama!

(door opens) ♪ ♪ Albert.

Albert!

Albert!

What?

Victoria?

(groans) Bertie?

(stammering): What... what is happening?

I'm so sorry, Papa.

I wanted to talk to you...

He thought you were dead.

(stammering): Oh, well, well, as you can see, I...

I'm very much alive.

But only just, Albert, you... cannot go on like this.

Victoria, I do not think you should accompany me tomorrow.

I do not want you tainted by my failure.

Bertie.

Off to bed with you.

(muttering) Do you know that Palmerston said the same thing to me today?

I would have to be really quite stubborn, one might even say... irrational, to ignore both of you, don't you think?

Of course I'm coming with you, Albert.

(sighs) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Papa, your hand is very cold.

That... that is because I am nervous.

Well, I think you have nothing to worry about.

(door opens) It's time.

♪ ♪ VICTORIA: Good morning, Mr. Cole.

COLE: Your Majesty.

You see we have the queen's weather.

(chuckles) I hope you've come to tell me the tickets have all sold.

Why, yes, ma'am.

And the park is completely full with what I believe are well-wishers.

What else could they be?

Well, Inspector Daubeny thinks the crowd might not be entirely benign.

You think there could be trouble, Inspector?

Your Royal Highness, with so many people gathered in one place, it doesn't take much to turn a crowd.

What would you suggest?

Sir, I would suggest that you enter through the back way, in a closed carriage.

And that your children should remain in the safety of the palace.

I cannot put you and the children in danger.

Do you have confidence in your creation, Albert?

Because even if you don't, I do.

Please.

(shuts door) ♪ ♪ Does the queen know?

What, that I'm a Chartist?

Yes, she does.

I am not in the habit of pretending to be someone I'm not.

Abigail!

Please...

Please.

I wasn't pretending all the time.

Mrs. Turner to you, Inspector Daubeny.

♪ ♪ (people talking in background) (cheering and applauding) ♪ ♪ (cheers and applause continue) Look at all these people, Henry.

All wearing their Sunday best for the exhibition.

How do you know they haven't turned out to see me, Em?

(booing, shouting) (object hits carriage) Louis Napoleon?

Keep smiling, darling.

(cheering and applauding) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (cheering and applauding) (trumpets playing fanfare) CHOIR: ♪ God save our gracious queen ♪ ♪ Long live our noble queen ♪ (gasps) (quietly): It's the eighth wonder of the world.

I'm so proud of you.

♪ Send her victorious ♪ ♪ Happy and glorious ♪ ♪ Long to reign over us ♪ ♪ God save the queen ♪ (holds final note) (singing stops) (clears throat) Your Majesty, we are living at a period of most wonderful transition.

We are moving towards that great end, the realization of the unity of all mankind.

The distances that separated the different countries are rapidly vanishing with the achievements of modern invention.

The world is getting smaller.

And the aim of the exhibition is to unite the art and industry from every nation on the Earth.

Thank you.

VICTORIA: There were many who said this could not be done.

But they did not possess the vision of one man, my husband, and his accomplice, Sir Henry Cole, who understood that the nations of the world were ready, for this festival of peace.

And now it is with the greatest pleasure that I declare the exhibition open.

(crowd applauding) CHOIR: ♪ Hallelujah ♪ ♪ Hallelujah ♪ ♪ ♪ (chuckling) Sophie.

I'm so glad to see you here.

Fully recovered, I hope?

Yes, ma'am.

So you have no need for your attendants.

Ma'am.

And Duke.

Ma'am.

You must be dying to inspect the steam threshing machine.

Ma'am.

(clears throat) Ah, better, I think.

Yes, ma'am.

BERTIE: Mama, look!

Excuse me.

ABIGAIL: Excuse me, Your Grace.

I think you'll find the American gallery very much to your taste.

I hope you will be careful.

Your husband is watching.

But maybe this is the moment you could slip away unobserved.

(men talking softly) ♪ ♪ FREDERICK WILLIAM: Your Majesty.

This is a most impressive gathering, and everything completely on time.

Congratulations to you both.

Oh, thank you.

And also the, the roof has not fallen in.

(chuckles) May I introduce my daughter Vicky.

Vicky, this is His Majesty the king of Prussia, and his son the crown prince.

SIGMUND: Your Highness.

ALBERT: Dearest Sigmund, may I also introduce my niece, Adelheid.

But family and friends call me Heidi.

Cousin Heidi, I would like to show you the pavilion of my country.

There is a piece of coal that is resembling a dachshund.

(chuckles) ♪ ♪ Sigmund and Adelheid seem to be enjoying one another's company.

(chuckles softly) What a matchmaker you are, Albert.

(chuckles softly) ♪ ♪ (softly): I thought I'd never see you again.

(people talking in background) (quietly): There is a boat that sails to New York tomorrow from Liverpool.

Meet me at Euston tonight, and we can catch the train together.

America, Sophie.

A place where we don't have to be duchesses and footmen.

♪ ♪ It won't be the life you are used to, but it will be a life based on love.

You know how much I want to be with you, but how can I leave William?

Monmouth would never let him go.

But William won't be a child for long.

♪ ♪ (people talking in background) Thank you.

Before you start, I should tell you.

I'm leaving the palace.

PENGE: Actually, Joseph...

I came to ask your pardon.

For misjudging you.

When you came to the palace, I took you for the kind of unscrupulous man who would do anything for his own advantage.

I see now that I was wrong.

No, Mr. Penge, you were quite right.

(chuckling): I was looking for advantage.

But instead I found...

Someone whose happiness was more important than your own.

I do remember what it's like to lose your reason over a woman.

And I hope you have more luck than I had.

Now... You should leave quickly before the duke sees you.

♪ ♪ ALFRED: His Excellency Ali Avani, the envoy from Persia.

AVANI: Your Majesty.

Now that you have recovered... ALFRED: His Excellency Mehmet Ali, the envoy from Turkey.

ALI: Your Majesty.

I trust you will not have a relapse.

ALFRED: Count Orlov, representing the tsar.

Because, Sophie, I set great store on having you by my side.

♪ ♪ ALFRED: The ambassador... ♪ ♪ ALFRED: His Excellency the Baron Aksen, Kingdom of Denmark.

AKSEN: Your Majesty.

MONMOUTH: Ah, just the man.

Can you tell me the name of the man with whom my wife has been consorting?

I'm sorry, Your Grace, but I cannot help you further.

You know, the thing I prize more than anything is loyalty.

Then I suspect you are frequently disappointed, Your Grace.

In my experience, loyalty must be earned, not bought.

(coins clatter) (people talking and laughing in background) Cousin Heidi, I've been looking for you everywhere.

Will you do me the very great honor of becoming my wife?

Bertie, don't you think I'm a little old for you?

No.

Mama says I'm getting more grown up every day.

I'm afraid that my mama has already found me a husband.

Not horrible Sigmund.

With his stupid mustache.

(laughs) Oh, I quite like Sigmund.

No, she wants me to marry Louis Napoleon.

Do you love him?

I have never met him.

But she says it is easy to love an emperor.

Ah!

What a... touching scene.

(people talking in background) Foreign Secretary.

Prime Minister.

You look as if you've won the derby.

Don't tell me the vote of censure went against me?

Perhaps we could talk privately.

No need.

You'll have my letter of resignation in the morning.

I'm so sorry that... Oh, don't pretend you're not thrilled to be rid of me.

Anyway, I'm rather looking forward to spending more time with my beautiful wife.

♪ ♪ 83-blade knife.

(people talking in background) Look.

There is even a tuning fork.

Your Majesty, I, um... Are you having trouble finding the right note, Lord Pam?

Has Russell told you?

He was almost jubilant.

Should have listened to you, ma'am.

You did warn me.

But that is not in your nature.

No, I'm afraid it isn't.

So unlike you to go against public sentiment.

I knew I was doing the right thing.

Do you know who you sound like?

My husband.

He was prepared to go against public opinion, because he knew the end result would be worth it.

It's a great achievement.

I wish the same could be said for my career.

Which is not over, Lord Pam.

♪ ♪ Goodbye, ma'am.

♪ ♪ We'll be hours waiting for the carriage.

Do you mind if we walk?

I find myself rather wanting to go home.

I don't mind at all, Henry.

Are you leaving, Lord Palmerston?

I was hoping we might talk.

Your Serene Highness, may I present Lady Palmerston.

Oh.

I'd hoped you might introduce me to the French ambassador.

I'm sure it can be arranged, but not by me, I'm afraid.

I'm no longer foreign secretary.

Have you been dismissed?

No, resigned, actually, but the result is the same.

Ah, well.

What a pity.

It was a role you played very well.

At least you have your wife to console you.

He has a wife who'll make sure that one day, he becomes prime minister.

Good day, Your Serene Highness.

♪ ♪ VICTORIA: Ah, Sophie.

I've been thinking that you should have your own house in town, so that your son can stay with you.

Don't you agree?

William is, is so independent, now he's gone to school.

He doesn't need me anymore.

I think every woman sometimes dreams of escape.

But how far would you have to go to forget your own child?

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (crowd cheering and applauding) CROWD: God save the queen!

God save the queen!

God save the queen!

God save Papa!

♪ ♪ CROWD: God save Prince Albert!

God save Prince Albert!

God save Prince Albert!

God save Prince Albert!

God save Prince Albert!

(cheering and applauding) ♪ ♪ BERTIE: Take that, Louis Napoleon!

And that!

HEIDI: Bertie.

I have something for you.

I don't want your stupid chocolate!

Bertie?

Bertie!

Ha, ha.

Hey.

What's the matter?

My heart is broken.

Oh, I see.

Well, that's very serious.

But, you know, I think hearts can be mended.

Would you like me to try?

You see, Papa, I've fallen in love with Heidi.

I think she'd be a very good queen.

But she says Aunt Feo wants her to marry Louis Napoleon.

And I love her so much.

Well...

I promise you will find someone else to love.

But I won't be a good king without her.

Dearest Bertie, trust me.

You will not need Heidi to be a great king.

Come.

♪ ♪ (giggles) When you said you thought I should be prime minister, were you being serious?

Yes, Henry.

I think you've had enough of foreign affairs.

Does that mean you're going to be staying in London with me?

How else are you going to lead the country?

Please.

Would you mind?

(door opens, closes) What on earth is the matter?

I have just... discovered that your sister has been conspiring with Lord... Pilgerstein so that her daughter may marry Louis Napoleon.

Ah.

Well, nothing can come of that now.

What?

Palmerston has resigned.

Nevertheless...

I trusted her.

I confided in her.

(stammering): And all the time, she was deceiving me.

You were right about her, Victoria.

And I should have listened to you.

Well, I take no satisfaction in being right.

Well, would you forgive me if I did not quite believe you?

(chuckles) (chuckles) Ah.

I wanted to congratulate you once more.

You must be so proud that all your hard work has come to such a splendid resolution.

Oh.

And thank you, Albert, for introducing Heidi to Sigmund.

I think she likes him.

ALBERT: And, um... What do you think Lord Palmerston would say if she married him?

Lord Palmerston?

No, you, you no longer care what he thinks now that he is not foreign secretary anymore!

You betrayed me, Feodora.

(chuckles softly) Oh, Albert.

I'm not so bad, really.

I could have allowed Heidi to accept your son's proposal.

'Tis a pity.

She would have made a good queen of England.

As I would have done.

But...

I have my standards, and your unfortunate son... does not meet them.

♪ ♪ We will leave in the morning.

Feo... Feo, wait.

Bertie is my son.

He's just a child.

He's a little boy with feelings too big for his body.

I can remember what that was like.

I think you can, too.

You don't have to go, Feo.

I know you were only trying to do your best for Heidi.

The way Mama was only trying to doing her best when she sent you to Langenburg to get married.

(crying): But I was Mama's child too.

No one ever did their best for me.

And you have wanted to punish me?

For that?

♪ ♪ (exhales) I know you think that I have everything, and that you have nothing.

But there is one thing I don't have.

A sister.

♪ ♪ (weeping quietly) ♪ ♪ Mama.

I dreamt I was lost, and I couldn't find you.

♪ ♪ (train whistle blows) ♪ ♪ Are you going to stand here every night?

(chuckles) I wanted to remember that I had done... something right.

(sighs) Albert, you've done so much.

Do you think it will make a difference?

I do.

It was a day to live forever.

And I could not have done it without you.

Oh, nonsense.

(chuckles) I did everything I could to stop you.

Not when it mattered.

No.

(speaks softly) (gasps quietly) (chuckles softly) Are you all right?

All right.

Just tired.

♪ ♪ How beautiful you look tonight.

This is where we stood when you...

Proposed.

You were so nervous.

I was.

It was the biggest decision of my life.

Was it the right one?

(chuckles softly) ♪ ♪ (groans) (groaning) Albert?

Albert!

Albert!

(screams): Albert!

Albert!

Albert!

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