Mrs Brown Page #7

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Certainly Her Majesty sends me no word

that she is dissatisfied,

and I feel sure that

if she were unhappy,

she would have found the occasion

to speak to me in person,

- [Clattering]

- as she has so often done in the past.

- [Knocking]

- What is it?

[Man]

North woods, sir!

[Thunderclap]

God save the Queen!

[Gunshot Echoing]

How long has he been

this sick?

A few days, ma'am.

Why was I not told earlier?

[Knocking]

You should never have gone out

in such foul weather.

Someone has to look after ya.

It could have been someone.

It was before.

Yes. Yes, it was.

My ministers are

as impertinent as ever.

Dispatches so numerous

they come in a trunk.

Sometimes, I do believe,

they will never stop.

Endless letters.

I know I've not always been...

the loyal friend

that you deserve, John.

And here, even now, I'm...

feeling desperate

with the thought of losing you.

Don't be silly, woman.

[Gasping]

[Water Splashing]

[Sniffling]

Not too near.

[Sobbing]

[Dr Jenner]

Cause of death was pneumonia.

[Sir Henry]

Not too protracted, I hope.

A few days.

When he heard,

the Prince of Wales...

threw the bust over the wall

of the north tower.

Took four hours

to gather the fragments.

Queen wishes to publish

an account of him.

Dear, oh, dear.

- We think she can be dissuaded.

- Hmm.

Have you had a glance

at the diary?

- Yes.

- Quite.

I think I best

take it back.

Oh, of course.

Where did you find it,

by the way?

Oh, some young page was boasting

about having seen it.

- Lucky.

- [Chuckles]

Well, no rest

for the wicked, Henry.

No. Indeed.

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