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Mrs Brown Page #7
- PG
- Year:
- 1997
- 101 min
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BROWN:
There's really no need for this.
MRS GRANT:
I'll not have her seeing it like it
is!
(beat)
I know she means well, but I wish
she'd warn us she was coming.
BROWN:
She thinks if she warned you, you'd go
pouring water on the fire and stuffing
MR GRANT:
Aye, well, you can't stop a wife being
house-proud.
MRS GRANT surveys the room critically.
MRS GRANT:
All right.
(beat)
Show her in.
EXT. ESTATE COTTAGE, BALMORAL - DAY
VICTORIA sits on a horse and trap. BROWN steps out and
helps her down.
BROWN:
They're ready now.
VICTORIA:
I hope they didn't go to any trouble,
John.
BROWN:
Ah, well...
INT. ESTATE COTTAGE, BALMORAL - DAY
VICTORIA steps in to be greeted by all four GRANTS in one
military row, smoke still steaming off the fire. BROWN
stands behind her, barely able to contain himself. But for
VICTORIA, it is all she's ever known and so she takes it as
perfectly normal.
VICTORIA:
Mr Grant. How good it is to see you.
MR GRANT:
(bowing deeply)
Your Majesty.
VICTORIA:
Mrs Grant. How is your knee? Has the
pain eased a little?
MRS GRANT:
(bobbing in terror)
Oh not so bad, ma'am.
VICTORIA:
Good. Oh and here are Douglas and
John. Haven't you grown?
MRS GRANT:
(still bobbing away)
Growing all the time, ma'am.
MR GRANT remembers himself and gestures VICTORIA towards a
chair.
MR GRANT:
Will you sit, ma'am?
From his place by the wall, BROWN notices how easily she
smiles as she is led to the chair. She points to a picture
on the wall and her good humour is infectious.
VICTORIA:
I know that! That's Cairn Lochan. We
picnicked there once, did we not,
John?
INT. A SOCIETY PARTY, LONDON - DAY
A few days later, a party of ARISTOCRATS, MINISTERS,
DIPLOMATS, ESCORTS, BUSINESSMAN and WHORES. Into this
brouhaha come DISRAELI, his elderly wife MARY ANNE and the
young STANLEY. It is all eyes and nods here. Everyone
knows everyone.
DISRAELI:
Ah, the greasy pole.
MARY ANNE:
Don't be facetious, dear. Remember
your position.
DISRAELI:
It's my position I'm thinking of.
Across the room, STANLEY spots BERTIE amid a crowd of
acolytes.
STANLEY:
I see the Prince of Wales is here.
DISRAELI:
I hope he got his mother's permission.
STANLEY smiles faintly. DISRAELI homes in on a punter and
raises his hand, already working the room.
DISRAELI (CONT'D)
Lord Salisbury!
INT. A SOCIETY PARTY, LONDON - DAY
The society party is hotting up. STANLEY is deep in
conversation with three SOCIETY LADIES.
SOCIETY LADY 1
(ridiculously pleased with
herself)
Why is the Queen penny-wise and pound
foolish? Because she looks after the
Browns and lets the sovereigns take
care of themselves!
A peal of naughty laughter. Unseen, DISRAELI steps up.
DISRAELI:
And in your opinion? Is she foolish?
The SOCIETY LADY stares blankly back.
SOCIETY LADY 1
Well I ... well, I mean to say, it's
hardly right, is it?
DISRAELI:
What?
SOCIETY LADY 1
Well, the Queen and --
(appalled whisper)
Mr Brown.
DISRAELI stares at her steadily, already thinking ahead.
DISRAELI:
La superstition met le monde entier en
flammes.
SOCIETY LADY 2
(thick as sh*t)
I beg your pardon?
DISRAELI:
(changing tack)
Has anybody seen this ... Mr Brown?
STANLEY:
He is her personal servant, I believe.
SOCIETY LADY 1
(knowingly)
Follows her wherever she goes.
DISRAELI:
He would hardly make a very good
personal assistant if he did not.
INT. ESTATE COTTAGE, BALMORAL - DAY
BROWN stands by a wall, smiling to himself at the sight of
QUEEN VICTORIA struggling to help lay the table while MRS
MRS GRANT:
... it's not my best china. I mean,
it is my best china now, but the
family set got stolen last summer.
VICTORIA:
Oh, I'm so sorry ...
MRS GRANT:
Of course it was no-one on the Estate.
More likely one of the lads from
Braemar. Or further even.
(beat)
I'll fetch the salt.
MRS GRANT scurries away. VICTORIA immediately holds up the
spoons to BROWN with a questioning look -- above or beside
the plate? He nods her to the top and she quickly carries
on.
INT. A SOCIETY PARTY, LONDON - DAY
DISRAELI and MARY ANNE stand with BERTIE and his ACOLYTES.
BERTIE:
Mr Disraeli. Ma'am.
DISRAELI:
Your Royal Highness. What a pleasure
to see you here.
BERTIE:
Have you met Mr Lyle? He's in
sugar...?
DISRAELI:
I don't think I've had that pleasure.
DISRAELI shakes hands with the fat sugar tycoon who wobbles
with drink. MARY ANNE engages him in conversation while
BERTIE:
No doubt you've heard the rumors.
DISRAELI:
I take no account of gossip, Your
Highness.
BERTIE:
My concern is for the reputation of
the Monarchy.
DISRAELI:
Of course.
BERTIE:
I fear the influence he has on her.
The man's word is not to be credited.
He is an arriviste of the very lowest
water.
(beat)
She's having a bust cast of him. In
Nero Marquino marble.
DISRAELI:
I see.
BERTIE:
I would talk to her myself, but she
won't listen to me. She must be
persuaded, by someone she respects, to
abandon this ridiculous favoritism
before a situation develops.
DISRAELI:
A situation?
BERTIE:
I don't imagine you frequent the
Republican Clubs. But the fact that
neither you nor I are members should
not blind us to the significance of
their existence.
(beat)
The Tory Party has always been our
party.
DISRAELI:
BERTIE:
I tell you, if we don't stick together
on this, you could find yourself First
President's Opposition.
(murdering it)
Du Royaum Uni.
DISRAELI:
Quite.
A beat.
BERTIE:
I don't think we can overstate the
seriousness of this.
DISRAELI nods and BERTIE walks swiftly back to his party.
The moment he's gone, STANLEY steps up to DISRAELI's side.
STANLEY:
What did he want?
DISRAELI:
To know when he'll be king.
INT. ESTATE COTTAGE, BALMORAL - DAY
VICTORIA, BROWN and the GRANTS are eating around a large
table. Like a wife watching her husband, VICTORIA beams
proudly at BROWN as he tells a story.
BROWN:
... so Grant here and myself are
riding over Lochnagar and the rain's
pouring down in sheets and all we're
thinking about is getting home for a
drink, when through the gloom Grant
spots a couple of poachers. He gives
me a shout and we chase them down
towards the loch until Grant has your
men up against the stacks and he's
shouting and cursing at them, "Why are
you poaching on Royal land?!" And one
of the little fellas looks up at him
and says, "coz we've come up in the
world."
For a split second, both the GRANTS look petrified, then
BROWN and VICTORIA explode into laughter and the GRANTS
relax. Suddenly the GRANTS are helpless with laughter too.
Beginning with VICTORIA's glass, BROWN pours out liberal
quantities of whiskey all round.
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