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Mrs Brown Page #6
- PG
- Year:
- 1997
- 101 min
- 489 Views
BROWN:
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart
is not here! My heart's in the
Highlands a-chasing the deer! Chasing
the wild deer and following the roe!
My heart's in the Highlands wherever I
go!
ARCHIE is so creased up with laughing, he almost drowns.
EXT. PUBLIC BEACH, ISLE OF WIGHT - DAY
A few minutes later, BROWN and ARCHIE hurry back up the
cold beach to rub themselves dry. BROWN is very energized.
BROWN:
One box of biscuits, one box of drop
tablets, one box of pralines, sixteen
chocolate sponges. It's the same
order every week, but does anybody
bother to check it? Now she has to
travel all the way to Balmoral without
the few luxuries she actually enjoys.
ARCHIE:
So? Someone'll send it on ahead.
BROWN:
Aye, but will they?
ARCHIE:
John, it's not your problem what she
eats.
BROWN:
The woman's surrounded by fools!
(beat)
She has to be packed and ready to
leave by seven thirty tomorrow
morning. Knowing that lot, they'll
still be dressing her at eight.
BROWN takes a nip of whiskey and offers some to his
brother.
ARCHIE:
She's got an army of people to get her
up and out.
BROWN:
But I'm the only one she trusts.
ARCHIE stares at him. A beat.
ARCHIE:
She'll blow hot and cold on you, John,
she always does. You want to be
careful.
BROWN:
I'm on ninety pounds a year plus
seventy pounds for a pile of tartan
I'd be wearing anyway. That's as much
as a Page of the Back Stairs gets and
that job's only for toffs.
(raising his hip flask
triumphantly at the sea)
I'm Her Majesty's Highland Servant!
Indoors and Out. There's no stopping
me now.
A few days later.
The clatter of carriage and horse as the ROYAL PARTY
thunders through gathering dark toward Balmoral Castle.
CAPTION:
"BALMORAL"EXT. BALMORAL CASTLE - TWILIGHT
A mass of torches encircle the ROYAL PARTY as kilted
GHILLIES and STAFF swarm round the carriage, opening doors
and clambering off boxes while a regiment of PIPERS play
them in.
Amid this swarm of activity, we glimpse BROWN opening the
door to a smiling VICTORIA as she climbs down, followed by
PRINCESS HELENA and PRINCESS LOUISE. Emerging from another
carriage come BERTIE and PRINCESS ALEXANDRA, staring grim
faced at the castle. HENRY PONSONBY and DOCTOR JENNER
alight from their carriage as PONSONBY slips on his gloves
and pinches his nose at the pain of remembrance.
PONSONBY:
Oh God, not the pipes!
EXT. LOCHNAGER - DAY
The next day.
High over the vast, bleak mountains of Lochnager and Loch
Muick. VICTORIA and BROWN are riding fast towards the top.
Reaching the summit, VICTORIA points excitedly at the far
horizon.
VICTORIA:
What are those?
BROWN:
What?
VICTORIA:
Those, over there, there.
BROWN:
(horse chestnut trees...)
Craobhan-geanmchno-fhiadhaich.
VICTORIA:
(beat)
Craobhan-geanmchno...
(bursts out laughing)
How can I possibly say that with a
straight face?!
BROWN lets it go and they ride on.
VICTORIA (CONT'D)
I am thinking of publishing my
"Highland Journals."
BROWN:
Are they worth reading?
VICTORIA:
(beat)
I am told so.
BROWN:
Who by?
VICTORIA:
Sir Henry Ponsonby tells me they are
charming.
BROWN:
What does he know about the Highlands?
VICTORIA:
He has been attending at Balmoral for
many years.
BROWN:
That doesn't make him an expert.
VICTORIA:
His remarks were directed at the
quality of the writing, not its
subject.
BROWN:
I don't groom a horse to have it
admired by others, I groom it because
it needs grooming.
VICTORIA:
(curtly)
I do not do it for others. But
Ponsonby thinks they are good.
BROWN:
Just say what you have to say, woman.
What other people think shouldn't
matter to you.
VICTORIA:
(snapping)
Of course I shall say what I have to
say. I always do.
The stare at each other until BROWN kicks his horse on.
BROWN:
Aye, well, if all you want is a good
opinion then he'd be sure to oblige
you.
VICTORIA:
(riding alongside)
What Mr Ponsonby was appreciating was
their literary merit, a skill not
intimately associated with the
knowledge of grooming.
(beat)
Literary appreciation does not begin
and end with Tennyson.
BROWN lowers his head.
VICTORIA (CONT'D)
(in a softer tone)
I mention you in them.
BROWN says nothing.
VICTORIA (CONT'D)
In particular, the occasion when
Albert was alive; the Royal Carriage
overturned during a storm and you
demonstrated such loyal service in
returning the Queen and the Princesses
safely to Balmoral.
Taking a sprig of heather from her brooch, VICTORIA holds
it out to him. A beat.
VICTORIA (CONT'D)
For friendship.
A few days later, PONSONBY, DOCTOR JENNER and BROWN stand
at the chamber-desk, talking over the Queen's itinerary.
BROWN:
(briskly)
She'll be away on Friday between eight
o'clock and six in the evening to
visit the Grants in Glasalt. If she's
to make the journey there and back in
the day she's to have no distractions
the night before. She'll take a light
supper alone in her private drawing
room and retire early.
PONSONBY:
She'll need to sign dispatches before
she retires.
BROWN:
That can wait till the weekend.
PONSONBY:
There are important papers from --
BROWN:
It can wait. Anything else?
JENNER:
Are you sure Her Majesty is up to such
a long journey? She has only just
recovered from a severe head cold.
BROWN:
If I thought she wasn't up to it, I
wouldn't let her go, would I?
BROWN snaps together his papers and walks out, leaving
PONSONBY and DOCTOR JENNER standing lamely at the table.
The next morning. The ROYAL FAMILY are picnicking in the
grounds. VICTORIA walks along a path accompanied on one
side by BROWN, on the other by BERTIE.
BERTIE is in mid-plea.
BERTIE:
Surely it is for the gentlemen to
decide when to stop...
VICTORIA:
It is a disgusting habit, Bertie. It
should be discouraged.
BERTIE:
Yes, but isn't midnight a little
excessive?
VICTORIA:
It is quite late enough.
BERTIE:
But mama, the room was built expressly
for that purpose. It has been a
smoking-room by tradition ever since
father --
VICTORIA:
(cutting in angrily)
Brown's responsibilities are onerous
enough already. He has far too much
to do without having to stay up all
night waiting for you to go to bed.
The smoking-room will be closed and
the lights put out at twelve o'clock.
BERTIE:
Mama...
VICTORIA:
And that is my last word on the
matter.
BERTIE:
Well, I'm sorry, but I really do think
it's too much that the gentlemen of
the house should be dictated to by a
servant.
BROWN:
It's the Queen's decision.
BERTIE:
I beg your pardon?
(to VICTORIA)
Mama...?
Before Bertie can continue, BROWN steps right into his
face.
BROWN:
(beat)
You've tired your mother enough.
BERTIE stares back, too stunned to speak. He glances at
his mother, but VICTORIA looks off into the distance as if
she has not heard. BERTIE turns and storms away.
INT. ESTATE COTTAGE, BALMORAL - DAY
JOHN BROWN is standing in the doorway of a small cottage
watching, with amused detachment, as a middle-aged couple,
MR and MRS GRANT, race about their tiny living room, trying
desperately to make it presentable for the Queen's sudden
visit. They fling open the windows, slosh water on the
fire, tidy up their two grubby BOYS, plump up the cushions,
dump knitting under the sofa and try to smarten themselves
up, all in the space of a few seconds.
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