Mrs Brown Page #4

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Ah, pipe down, man.

The woman's fine.

We stayed a little longer

than expected with Mr and Mrs Grant.

- It was most agreeable.

- We were expecting you

to return by 6:
00.

- Now I'm back.

- And we had a wee nip of whisky.

- To keep out the cold.

- Aye.

Thank you, John.

She's drunk.

Distinct flushing

around the cheeks.

She was drunk,

I tell you.

No, she wasn't.

- Surely not.

- Don't even think it.

## [Fiddlers Playing A Reel]

Pandora's Box.

[Snoring]

## [Bagpipes Playing]

## [Bagpipes Continue]

[Gasping]

Thank you.

- Which one is he?

- The tall one.

- Got him?

- Aye.

- [Chattering]

- [Man] I think it's over here.

What is it, John?

I won't be long.

Where'd he go?

I've lost him.

Don't know if there's much worth

writing about. Hard to tell.

Is this close enough

for you, boys?

Go on! Get out!

Go on! On your way!

- Back where you belong!

- Come on!

You filthy scavengers!

Leave her alone!

You hear?

If I catch

the miserable by-blow...

who told those people

the Queen's whereabouts,

I'll cut his balls off and hang them

out to dry on Jock Wemyss, so I will.

What happens to John Brown

is his business,

but the Queen's security

will never be compromised!

- What action...

- You'll talk when I'm finished.

That kind of disloyalty will not be

tolerated in this house. Is that clear?

- Is that clear?

- [All] Yes, Mr Brown.

[Dr Jenner]

"Court circular:
Balmoral.

"On Tuesday,

Mr John Brown attended...

"a display of sheep dipping

by local farmers.

"On Wednesday,

he attended a seance,

"where he was pleased to listen

to a recital of 'Auld Lang Syne'...

"by Mr Robert Burns himself.

"On Thursday, Mr John Brown

walked on the slopes,

"accompanied by family

and friend.

"At tea,

he partook of haggis,

"and in the evening,

he attended a recital...

"of bagpipe music

through the ages.

After a light supper,

Mr John Brown retired early."

If I find you had anything to do

with this, I'll have you sacked.

I believe that decision

rests with Her Majesty.

Don't think

I can't persuade her.

I don't doubt the Queen

was highly amused.

She's always had

a very healthy sense of humour.

This is a slur

on her good name.

Inasmuch as the article

is about yourself,

I think you must now accept

that the public has a right

to its interest in you.

Nobody has rights

over me.

We are, all of us,

subject to forces...

beyond our control,

Mr Brown.

Even you.

You'll regret saying that.

[Chattering]

[Man]

Order!

Order! Order!

Order!

The results of the vote to the motion

to disestablish the Irish Church.

Order!

Ayes to the right: 313.

Nos to the left:
265.

Mr Speaker!

I table a motion

in furtherance of the bill...

to disestablish the monarchy!

[Disraeli]

We're going to lose.

Gladstone's got his party facing the

same way for the first time in years.

We need help.

[Sighing]

Where is the old girl?

- Who?

- Mrs Brown.

It's questionable whether there's any

advantage to be had from that direction.

- She's never been less popular.

- Aye, in the press, perhaps,

but she's sold more copies of her

Highland journal in three months...

than Punch will ever sell

in a year.

- It's time to wheel her out.

- She's refusing to leave Balmoral.

Oh, what's the excuse

this time?

Princess Louise

is too ill to move.

Frankly, the Queen is rather upset

about the recent spate of bad publicity.

- You're smiling.

- Oh, um, trying to imagine

"rather upset."

Forgive me, gentlemen.

I'm late.

Not at all, Dean. It's very good

of you to spare the time.

- I came as quickly as I could.

- You've seen the latest cartoon

in Punch, I take it.

I beg your pardon? Oh.

One of our madder brethren

in the House was calling for...

the disestablishment

of the monarchy.

- Good Lord!

- Oh, I'm sure it won't come to that.

It is now a matter

for each man's conscience.

I was just telling Lord Stanley

how vital it is...

that the nation should feel the visible

influence of the sovereign...

as a reminder that Parliament...

well, indeed, my own ministry...

depends on the will

of the Queen.

I couldn't agree with you more,

but I am only Dean of Windsor.

- I don't understand what...

- We hear from Balmoral...

that Mr Brown has been

interesting Her Majesty...

in some of the forms of worship

associated with...

low-church Presbyterian.

What can we do?

Oh, several things.

- Read it.

- Again?

Read it!

"The Times wishes to join the rest

of Her Majesty's loyal subjects...

"in expressing its deep joy

at the news...

that the Queen is soon

to come out of mourning."

- Who told them that?

- I have no idea.

- Why not?

- l... Forgive me, ma'am,

I am no wiser than yourself.

No one should think themselves

wiser than me!

It is not for any

of the Queen's subjects...

to presume to tell Her Majesty

when and where she should

come out of mourning.

It is the Queen's sorrow

that keeps her secluded.

It is her overwhelming amount

of work and responsibility...

work that she feels will soon

wear her out entirely.

- Your Majesty...

- Is it not enough that she is

uncheered and unguided...

that she should also have to

suffer these malicious rumours?

I am not a fool.

I know there are those in the

establishment too afraid to attack me,

so they attack

my dearest friends.

Sometimes...

I feel Brown is all I have left

of Albert.

And now they attack Brown too.

I will not give him up

to them!

[Clock Bells Chiming]

- I wish to see my mother.

- She's busy.

- Then convey her a message.

- She's away to Windsor tomorrow.

Talk to her there.

Tell her the Prince of Wales

wishes to speak with her urgently...

about matters

concerning the press.

Are you deaf

as well as stupid?

What did you say?

I said, "Are you deaf

as well as stupid?"

Do you know

who you address, sir?

Whom you address.

- Get out of my way!

- Why don't you just leave us alone?

[Man]

Where do you want this one, sir?

[Chattering]

- You, boy! What's your business here?

- Under-porter, sir.

Well, don't stand

where you shouldn't.

[Horse Neighing]

[Bell Tolling]

Hey, Barney.

- Mr Brown, sir.

- It's a cold one out there

tonight, Barney.

Yeah.

Have you looked at this hoof?

She was limpin'. I think

there might be a stone in it.

- Ye-Yeah, l-I d-did.

- Good, man.

- Then she's all right?

- Yeah.

Good. She's a good girl.

Aren't ya?

Yeah, she's a lovely girl.

- And you know the Queen's

riding her tomorrow?

- Yeah.

You all right, Barney?

Oh, aye.

Come on.

Come on, you.

Come on. Okay. There.

- [Gasping]

- [Men Laughing]

[Doors Opening]

Well?

Mr Brown is unable

to attend today.

Why?

- I believe he is unwell, ma'am.

- Unwell?

I understand

he was in a fight.

- Has he been hurt?

- I believe not, ma'am.

I understand...

he'd had rather too much

to drink.

You may go.

[Gasping]

And she sent no word down?

They said you were drunk.

Why don't you tell her

the truth?

She'll think it's her fault

for keepin' me.

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