The Crown (2016) s02e09 Episode Script
Paterfamilias
[CHEERING.]
[BOY.]
Over here! [MAN.]
I'm afraid it's true.
His Royal Highness has struggled.
And whilst Her Majesty's desire to have her son be the first heir to the throne to attend a normal school is laudable, and we were delighted to have His Royal Highness at Cheam - [GROANS.]
- we should not delude ourselves - [BOYS LAUGH.]
- that it has been entirely successful.
Thank you.
[MAN.]
The press run stories about him almost daily.
The other boys read about him in the newspapers.
They see his detective.
- [BOYS LAUGH.]
- We do what we can, but boys that age can be cruel.
The fact is, His Royal Highness is different.
And not just because of who he is, who his parents are.
He's uncommonly shy.
Sensitive.
Delicate.
So, if you're asking me where, in my professional opinion, he should go to senior school Yes, I am.
I would say that in Eton College, you have the perfect solution.
Right on your doorstep.
[PUTS CUP AND SAUCER DOWN.]
Look, Charles! Look, you'll be so much closer to us.
The weekends, you can just run up the hill and you'll be with us all.
[WHISPERS.]
And you can sleep in your own bed.
I have to ask Daddy, but I'm sure he'll agree.
[CHARLES.]
Dear Uncle Dickie, Mommy told me that she had chosen Eton College for me for senior school.
I must say, I was very relieved and now find myself very excited.
Being at Eton makes so much sense.
Am I right in thinking that you went there, too? [MOUNTBATTEN.]
I was never at Eton.
I was tormented by a particularly dull tutor at home.
Then I was sent to the Naval College in Osborne.
So, I'm very envious of Eton.
What great fun you'll have there.
And may I suggest a gentleman's outing to meet Arthur Cunningham, head cutter of the finest House in Savile Row? - [TAILOR.]
Sir.
- Is that a two in the hand? - Yes, sir.
- Also known as? - The Eton knot.
- The Eton knot.
[CUNNINGHAM.]
And shoot the cuffs.
I think slightly higher on the shoulder.
Yes, sir.
Quarter of an inch.
And we position the hat with the thumbs.
The Eton suit.
[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS.]
- [MOUNTBATTEN.]
Next size up? - Five, sir.
Five? - Five.
- Five.
- Whites.
- [CAMERA CLICKS.]
Breathe in.
- [MOUNTBATTEN.]
Good.
- [CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS.]
[CHARLES.]
Thank you.
- Now, doesn't that lift the spirits? - Yes, it does! Finishing touch.
Oh, yes! [CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS.]
[POP MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR RADIO.]
[MAN.]
Congratulations, sir! [CAR DOOR SHUTS.]
- [ELIZABETH.]
Well done, you! - Thank you! [PHILIP.]
We won by half a length, which is the nautical equivalent of a nose.
- Ah.
Neck! You've burnt your forehead.
- You should see my legs.
Oh, thank you.
We left it rather late admittedly.
But came good at the last marker.
Which is the nautical equivalent of the final furlock.
[SIGHS.]
Furlong! [PHILIP LAUGHS.]
After dinner you should look in on Charles.
To show him the trophy? Good idea.
No.
I thought to compliment him on his uniforms.
- What uniforms? - [ELIZABETH.]
His uniforms for Eton.
What are you talking about? Charles is going to Gordonstoun.
- Not necessarily.
- [PHILIP.]
Yes, necessarily.
- It's not set in stone.
- Give me a hammer and chisel and watch me carve it into one.
Philip.
Gordonstoun is the right place for him.
It's no exaggeration to say that school made me, and it can make Charles.
He won't learn a thing about himself at Eton.
Yes, but he might just survive or flourish.
Or he might just become another wet, namby-pamby, mollycoddled twit like the rest of the British upper classes.
- Your Majesty, Your Royal Highness.
- [CLOCK CHIMES.]
Well, Dickie thinks it's the right school for him.
- It's none of Dickie's business.
- He's got a soft spot for Charles.
- They write to one another.
- Since when? - He heard how unhappy Charles was.
- I wish he'd stop meddling.
Well, meddling is what Dickie does.
We would be betraying our son if we let Eton have him.
He's going to Gordonstoun, and that's the end of it.
All right, fine, if you feel that strongly about it.
- I do.
- We'll return the uniforms.
You can burn them for all I care.
But you can break it to Charles, not me.
- Fine.
- [MAN.]
Your Majesty.
[ELIZABETH.]
Thank you, James.
[CHARLES.]
I do like Scotland, but isn't it a long way from home? - No.
- And a terrible inconvenience - for you to come and visit me there? - No.
Not at all.
I've already decided to fly you up there myself as a special treat.
But I won't lie to you.
When I heard I was going to Gordonstoun, I felt exactly as you do now.
Wretched.
I wanted to stay at home with my dear, favorite sister.
I wanted the easier, softer way.
But in order to grow up properly, you need to get away from all this nonsense.
Would you like me to let you into a big secret? Please.
This is not the real world.
John.
Get rid of those.
You can have my old jumper.
The uniform hasn't changed a bit.
Pop your head through.
That's the first lesson.
Who we are is not what we wear or what glitters.
It's the spirit that defines us.
In here.
[DON.]
Philip? Philip? [DON SPEAKS GERMAN.]
[CONTINUES SPEAKING IN GERMAN.]
[SPEAKING GERMAN.]
[SPEAKING GERMAN.]
going to fly him to school dressed for a funeral? Of course.
One might as well be dressed for the inevitable.
If we land safely, I'll change.
- She's your sister! - [PHILIP LAUGHS.]
[PHILIP AND DON SPEAK GERMAN.]
[PHILIP.]
See you soon.
[SPEAKS GERMAN.]
Uh, yes, I'm Greek.
[CECILE.]
Come along.
Let's get this over with.
[PRAYS IN LATIN.]
- [MAN SPEAKS GERMAN.]
- Ja.
Why did we do this? I hate flying.
We should have gone by train.
- [MAN SPEAKS GERMAN.]
- [CECILE SHRIEKS.]
- [SHRIEKS.]
- [MOTORS SPLUTTER.]
[SHOUTING.]
Give me your hand.
[CECILE SHRIEKS.]
[PHILIP.]
It's fine.
Look at me.
- It's all right.
It's just air.
- Yes.
- [CECILE.]
It's beautiful! - [PHILIP.]
It's freezing! Why couldn't I have stayed in Germany and gone to school there? Because Father thought it very important that you be educated by a genius.
And since Dr.
Hahn is a Jew, staying in Germany was impossible.
Fine.
But why did the genius choose Scotland? [SCOFFS.]
[CAR HORN BEEPS.]
[BOY LAUGHS.]
- [HORN HONKS.]
- [SHEEP BLEAT.]
[BOY.]
Your Royal Highness.
- [BOY.]
Who's that? - [JIM.]
Some foreigner.
- [BOY.]
What's your name? - Philip.
Philip what? It's just Philip.
[BOY.]
Hey.
Back to work.
Philip! Come along! [CROWD SHOUTS.]
- [CLAMORING.]
- [REPORTER.]
Your Royal Highness! [ANNOUNCER.]
The big day began at London Airport, where the Duke of Edinburgh surprised Prince Charles with the decision to fly him to school.
This is the really modern way to go to school.
By airplane, piloted by your father, on this most important day for our future king.
- [HAHN.]
Welcome! - My dear Dr.
Hahn.
- Welcome home, sir.
- It's good to be back.
[HAHN.]
Mr.
Tennant, the head of Charles's year.
- [TENNANT.]
Your Royal Highness.
- [PHILIP.]
Pleasure.
- Good morning, boys! - Good morning, sir.
- [HAHN.]
Your Royal Highness.
Welcome.
- [CHARLES.]
Thank you.
[HAHN.]
You know this school runs in your father's blood.
He was one of the first pupils here.
- He helped build the place.
- I did, I built that wall.
[HAHN.]
Yes.
Things have changed a little since your father's time.
But not the important things.
The principles remain unchanged.
- Yeah, good.
You haven't gone soft.
- No.
Don't want him mollycoddled in some luxury hotel.
[PHOTOGRAPHER.]
This way, Prince Charles! [REPORTERS SHOUT.]
[MAN.]
Are you ready for how tough it is? How do you feel being far away, sir? [PHILIP.]
All right.
Good.
Thank you.
[REPORTER.]
Is this good for him, sir? [MAN.]
Is this the right school for him? [CHATTERING.]
This was your father's dormitory.
We've even given you his old bed.
- Hello, boys.
- [BOY.]
Morning, sir.
[HAHN.]
Simon Harper, sir, dormitory guardian.
Simon will teach you the rules and look after you.
[SIMON.]
We've given you the window, Your Royal Highness.
No, no.
Don't call him that.
It's just Charles.
[SIMON.]
Yes, sir.
Charles.
Thank you.
That's awfully kind.
This is Geddes.
Charles.
- [SIMON.]
This is Gilkinson.
- [WINDOW BANGS.]
- [PHILIP CHUCKLES.]
- Memories flooding back, sir? Yes.
Happy ones, I hope.
[SIMON.]
This is Griffiths.
The happiest.
Who's that? [HAHN.]
The royal detective.
The palace insisted.
In case of press intrusion.
The whole point is the boy learns to fend for himself.
Don't worry.
We know what's expected of us.
[ANNOUNCER.]
The Duke wasted no time before signing Prince Charles up to Gordonstoun's infamous Annual Challenge, notorious for testing endurance and determination in the inhospitable Scottish Highlands.
At Gordonstoun, fitness is valued just as highly as academic excellence.
The prince is sure to be put through his paces by their grueling physical regime.
This is surely the place to make our young prince into a man ready to serve his country.
[SIMON.]
It doesn't close.
The thing's broken.
- The rain's getting in.
- The frame's broken, idiot.
- [SIMON.]
Now what are you doing? - Moving the bed.
- Put it back! - But the sheets are getting wet.
Put it back or I'll put you on report.
[SIMON.]
Lights out! [SHIVERING.]
- [BOYS SHOUT.]
- Come on, we're going to be late.
Faster! Come on, lads.
- Push out.
- Hurry up! Let's get it over with! - Out of my way.
- Let's go! Hurry up! [JIM.]
Get up! Your Royal Highness.
Move.
[SHIVERS.]
[BOY.]
What's wrong? It's freezing.
[BOY.]
Wait until you've had your cold shower! Come on! [COUGHS.]
[MAN.]
One more lap.
Come on! [SHEEP BLEATING.]
[PANTING.]
[BOYS SHOUTING.]
Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! [JIM.]
Right.
Come on then! [BOYS YELL.]
[BOY.]
Move! Come on.
- [SCRUBBING.]
- [CHATTERING.]
[BOY.]
Oi.
- [SPLASH.]
- [JIM.]
Hey! Get down here! This isn't optional.
It's your assigned work project.
It's manual labor.
If Hahn wants this place rebuilt, he ought to pay the staff to do it.
[JIM.]
Staff [JIM.]
Do you think you're better than us? Actually, I know I am.
- Keep a lookout.
Oi.
This will be good.
- [BOY.]
Will do.
- [BUCKET CLATTERS.]
- Some mongrel European count? It's prince, actually.
[JIM.]
We know all about your lot.
Your sisters are all Nazis.
And your father's washed his hands of you so he can be with his whore in Paris.
Uh It's Monaco.
Your mother's a mental defective, locked away in some asylum.
You're no one, and you're going to do the work.
Why? Because I bloody well say so.
[GRUNTING AND GROANING.]
- [CRASHING AND BANGING.]
- [JIM.]
Get off! - [CRASHING.]
- [JIM.]
Get off! [PHILIP YELLS.]
[BOYS LAUGH.]
Here! - [DUCKS QUACKING.]
- [PHILIP GRUNTS.]
[EXHALES.]
Sit yourself down.
Jim threw the first punch.
Mnh-mnh.
I understand injustice.
We're both exiles.
Both victims and I understand your anger.
But on its current path, the world will fill with anger and soon will be destroyed.
So here, away from the madness, we must build a new way.
A new school.
A new philosophy.
A new ethos.
The world needs saviors.
A generation of remarkable young men who have put fury behind them, who embrace their pain and their struggle.
All men must step into the unknown.
There, only there, in the annihilation of hate and anger, and ego, is our salvation.
Hmm? I can't stay here.
They're all mad.
Completely mad.
Cousin Louis' wedding falls in your half-term.
Don wants to fly.
I'll tell him I won't go and you can come and stay with me, in Germany.
- Just the two of us? - Probably.
What does that mean? I didn't tell you.
I'm expecting.
[PHILIP.]
Expecting what? - [CECILE.]
A little one.
- A-again? [CECILE.]
Don't be like that.
Castles need to be filled.
And Herr Hitler is encouraging us to have - as many children as we can.
- [MEN SING.]
As Germany grows, she will need more soldiers.
[SPEAKING GERMAN.]
- [MEN SINGING.]
- Hello? [SINGING CONTINUING.]
Hello? [SINGING CONTINUING.]
[COINS JINGLE.]
[BELL RINGS.]
[BOY.]
Idiot! [CHARLES GROANS.]
[BOY LAUGHS.]
[CHARLES PANTING.]
[CAR DOOR SHUTS.]
[MOUNTBATTEN.]
I thought I would come up here and see how you were settling in.
Have you made friends? [CHARLES.]
One.
I think.
Although, it's quite hard to understand what he says sometimes.
Yes, I hear they've let some local boys in.
Charles.
Even though I am close to your father, I am not your father.
Things you feel you cannot show him or tell him because you feel they might upset him - Yes, sir.
- Or even disappoint him Those are the things you can say to me, safe in the knowledge that they will never be repeated to anyone else.
- Anyone else on earth.
- [BOYS SHOUT.]
Yes, sir.
Charles, if you're not happy here, you must tell me and I will take care of it.
[BOY.]
Dumbo! [BOYS LAUGH.]
What are you doing in here? Why aren't you dressed for dinner? - I need to talk to you.
- What about? Could you close the door? I've made the decision to take Charles out of Gordonstoun and bring him home.
Decide what you like.
He's staying there.
Dickie's just reported his unhappiness to me.
Dickie's a meddling, interfering fool who knows nothing.
Well, he knows an unhappy child when he sees one.
And by all accounts, Charles is wretched.
He's tormented from the moment that he wakes up to the moment that he goes to sleep.
Do you know what he calls the place? "Hell on earth, Colditz with kilts.
" - [PHILIP.]
I don't want to debate this.
- Well, you have to.
And not just because he's your son.
Because he's the future king.
Bullied children are scarred for life.
And scarred children make destroyed adults.
[PHILIP.]
You and I had an agreement.
A deal that ensured there would be some level of equality between us in the marriage.
It's my decision Charles go to Gordonstoun not now! And that would be fine, for all our other children.
But Charles is the future of the Crown.
And in the name of the Crown and as his mother, I have decided to take him out of Gordonstoun and bring him home, to Eton, to Windsor, where he belongs.
You can't always fall back on the Crown.
Oh, yes, I can.
And I will.
Then you would do well to remember the promises you made to me.
And the consequence breaking those might have on the Crown.
Charles's education is my responsibility.
Yours is to honor your word and keep your husband.
[ELIZABETH QUIVERS.]
[SCHOOL BELL RINGS.]
- [HAHN.]
Charles.
- Hello, sir.
Are you preparing for the Annual Challenge? I am.
The Duke of Edinburgh is giving the prize this year.
I know.
He's spoken to me a great deal about the significance of the Challenge.
The Challenge is one of this school's great traditions, but it is arduous.
You don't think I'm up to it.
Physical endurance is only one path to self-determination.
You have your own particular challenge here at this school given who you are.
[BELL RINGS.]
Your father struggled, too.
He had difficulties of a different kind.
Great difficulties, great pain.
But he never gave up, and then, with help, he prevailed.
I think I would still like to do the Challenge, sir.
I think my father expects it.
[WHISTLE BLOWS.]
- [BOYS SHOUT.]
- Move! - Come on, boys! Let's go! - [PHILIP.]
Give me a hand up! - Come on! - Go on! - Pull up! - Almost there.
[JIM.]
Come on.
Help me up! [BOY.]
Get up here! [PHILIP.]
Did you think I was going to let it go? - [JIM.]
Help me up! - [BOY.]
Philip! [BOYS GASP.]
[EXHALES.]
- [BOY 1.]
Are you all right, Jim? - [BOY 2.]
Serves him right! [HAHN.]
I don't expect you to get on with everyone.
What I do expect of all my pupils is to conform with Platonic ideals to argue without quarreling, to quarrel without suspecting, - to suspect without slandering.
- Sir You and James will have extra building duties.
You can work on the main gate together.
Look, in my defense [SLAMS TABLE.]
I think we've all seen how you act in your defense.
[EXHALES.]
Thank you.
and as a punishment we have to build a gate together over half-term, - instead of coming to see you.
- Dr.
Hahn telephoned me yesterday.
He's going to keep you at school over the holidays, to help you settle.
I'm afraid I agreed.
- Are you going to be long? - Piss off! You did what? Which leaves me obliged to fly to the wedding.
But that's in London.
Yes.
We're at the airfield now.
[CECILE SHOUTS IN GERMAN.]
- Sorry, but I've got to go.
- [PHILIP PUNCHES WALL.]
Now you just settle and behave well.
That'll cheer me up.
- [SLAMS PHONE.]
- [BOY.]
Oi! [PHONE CLATTERS.]
Prick! [CHATTERING IN GERMAN.]
- [CECILE MUTTERS PRAYER.]
- [MEN SHOUTING.]
- [DON SPEAKS GERMAN.]
- [CECILE.]
Yeah.
[ENGINES START UP.]
[ENGINE CONTINUES DRONING.]
[TELEPHONE RINGS.]
[HAHN SPEAKS GERMAN.]
[BOY SHOUTS.]
Philip! Philip! - [PANTING.]
- [BOY.]
Hahn wants you! [STRAINING.]
Hurry up! After takeoff from Cologne, bad weather meant they couldn't land at Brussels.
While attempting to land in Ostend I'm afraid I'm afraid all 12 souls were lost.
Twelve.
Including the four crew.
But with four crew, plus Cecile, Don, Ludwig and Alexander, that's eight.
[HAHN.]
Also the Grand Duke's mother, a nurse, Joachim Freiherr von Riedesel.
[WHIMPERS.]
Eleven.
And your sister Cecile must have gone into labor on the flight.
A newborn was found in the wreckage.
[SHUDDERS.]
Arrangements [AIRPLANE ENGINES DRONING.]
[PASSENGERS SCREAMING.]
[BABY WAILING.]
[CECILE AND DON SHOUTING.]
- [SCREAMS.]
- [ENGINE SPLUTTERS.]
- [LOUD RUMBLING.]
- [CECILE SCREAMS.]
- [CECILE SCREAMS.]
- [ENGINE SPUTTERING.]
- [ENGINE DRONING.]
- [CECILE SCREAMS.]
[EXPLOSION.]
[MEN SHOUTING.]
[SHOUTING IN FRENCH.]
[CECILE SCREAMS AND CRIES.]
[SCREAMING.]
[SHOUTING.]
- [SCREAMING.]
- [CRYING.]
- [CECILE SCREAMS AND MOANS.]
- [BABY CRIES.]
[OPENS DOOR.]
- Where is he? - [BOYS WHISPER.]
- [HAHN.]
Philip! - [BOY.]
Philip, where are you? - [BOYS SHOUT.]
- Philip! - [BOY.]
Come on, Philip! - [HAHN.]
Philip! [BOY.]
Philip! Come on! - [BOY.]
Philip! - Philip! [BOY.]
Philip! - [BOY.]
Philip! - Philip! - [BOY.]
Over here! Dr.
Hahn! - [BOY 2.]
He's in the lake! [HAHN GRUNTS.]
Come on! Sir! [HAHN.]
Go home! Back to the school! Give me the lantern.
You too.
The milk train will leave Inverness station at 4:45 tomorrow morning.
You will be on it.
From London, you will fly to Berlin and then on to Darmstadt with your uncle, to attend the funeral of your brother-in-law, your nephews and your sister.
It will not be easy.
But when you return, we will be your family.
This school will be your home.
Now come! Be strong! Philip! [BELL TOLLS.]
[BELL TOLLING.]
[MAN SHOUTING.]
[BARKING.]
- [MAN SHOUTING.]
- [CAMERAS WHIRRING.]
[CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING.]
[EXHALES SHARPLY.]
Philip.
Philip.
Go on.
[BREATHES HEAVILY.]
Go on.
[CHATTERING.]
Philip, come.
Mama.
It's Philip.
Your son.
[ANDREW.]
I'm surprised he dare show himself here.
Papa! Had it not been for Philip and his indiscipline she would never have taken that flight.
It's true.
Isn't it, boy? You're the reason we're all here burying my favorite child.
- [SOPHIE.]
Papa.
- [ANDREW.]
Get him out of here.
You may hate him now, but one day, God willing, you will be a father yourself.
And you will fall short, as all parents do.
And be hated.
And you will know what it is to pray for the forgiveness from your own son.
[THUNDER RUMBLING.]
[JIM WHISPERS.]
Philip.
Where are you going? [GRUNTS AND PANTS.]
[TYPEWRITER CLACKING.]
[PHILIP GROANS.]
[BUCKET CLATTERS.]
[PANTING AND GROANING.]
Get inside.
[PHILIP HEAVING.]
I think he needs help, sir.
Not until he's asked for it.
Come.
[PHILIP PANTING.]
[PHILIP STRAINS.]
[PHILIP GROANS.]
- [BOY.]
Sir? - [HAHN.]
Move on! [COUGHS.]
[GRUNTING.]
[STRAINS.]
[CRASH.]
- [BOYS WHISPER.]
- He's here.
Help.
[HAHN.]
Speak up.
[PANTS.]
[VOICE BREAKING.]
I I need help.
[HAHN.]
So Now we go.
Boys.
- [CHATTERING.]
- Come on, boys.
- Three, two - Hands on.
- One.
- Lift up! - Steady.
- Careful.
Stop.
Pull back.
Back.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
[GATE SQUEAKS.]
[PHILIP BREATHES HEAVILY.]
Good.
Well done, boys.
You too, Philip.
[TENNANT.]
The challenge ahead is one that faces every Gordonstounian.
Your route is 18-miles long.
[DETECTIVE.]
Torch.
[TENNANT.]
You are Gordonstounians, and you are expected to rise to the challenge.
Plus est en vous, gentlemen.
There is more in each of you.
Plus est en vous.
[BLOWS WHISTLE.]
- [SHOUTING.]
- [CHEERING.]
[BOY.]
Hurry up! - Go on! - [CHARLES.]
What? Go on! [BOY.]
Get a move on, Charlie! Hurry up! [BOY.]
Charles! [DETECTIVE.]
Catch them up! Quick! Go on! [BOYS SHOUT.]
- Hurry up! - Hurry up! [CHARLES GRUNTS.]
- [BOY.]
Hurry up! - [CHARLES PANTS.]
[BOY.]
Just leave it.
Keep going.
[CHEERING.]
[CAR HORN HONKS.]
[CHEERING.]
[HAHN.]
Hello, sir! It's good to have you back! It's my absolute pleasure.
How's he doing? Well they should all be back at two o'clock.
[CHEERING CONTINUES.]
[CHEERING.]
- [TENNANT.]
Grater.
Hadden.
Cann.
- [CANN.]
Sorry, sir.
[TENNANT.]
Never mind.
And Pickering.
Griffiths.
- [DETECTIVE.]
Is Charles here? - Let me have a look.
- Where's Charles? - We lost him, quite early on.
Geddes.
Right, everyone, get changed quick as you can! [PHILIP.]
Thank you.
[CHEERING.]
Mr.
Peacock, the head of our studies.
[PHILIP.]
How do you do? Good to see you.
[PHILIP LAUGHS.]
Ah! [TENNANT.]
And finally, Team B.
[PHILIP CLEARS THROAT.]
Well, I think we should start the presentation.
Ten more minutes.
Of course.
Charles? Charles? [WHIMPERS.]
[DETECTIVE.]
Charles? Right! That's it.
Let's begin.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you very much! Well, it's a great joy to be here and a great pleasure to see so many happy, healthy, handsome faces.
[CROWD CHUCKLES.]
The Annual Challenge is a unique test.
In completing it, all participants will have shown great character, stamina, and most of all [BOY WHISPERS.]
It's him.
Where's he been? [PHILIP CLEARS THROAT.]
and most of all, courage.
The ethos at Gordonstoun is to embrace the community over the individual, the team over the star.
And so it gives me great pleasure to present this wonderful trophy, the Duke of Edinburgh Cup, to the winning team, which I believe is Team C.
Led by Simon Harper.
[CHEERING.]
Well, don't just sit there, boy! Come and collect it! [HAHN.]
Congratulations.
Good work.
Well done! Good lad! Well done! [CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS.]
I want you to know, if you're feeling bad about where you finished in that challenge today - it's of no consequence to me.
- [RUMBLING.]
[CHARLES WHIMPERS.]
I understand that these sorts of physical tests don't come naturally to you.
But you showed great courage - and determination.
- [RUMBLING.]
- [WHIMPERING.]
- Don't worry about it.
Whatever shame you may or may not be feeling, I can assure you it's nothing compared to the shame I felt at your age, over something I did.
- To my favorite sister.
- Oh! - Cecile.
She hated flying.
- [PANICKED BREATHING.]
Loathed it, terrified of it.
She always dressed in black when she flew, for her own funeral.
[CHARLES WHIMPERS.]
Anyway, the point is that Kurt Hahn and that school put me back together, toughened me up.
Charles - [EXCLAIMS.]
- The pain - The struggle is a gift, Charles.
- [WHIMPERS.]
This is the moment you have to dig deep.
You put the work in now and you won't struggle in the future.
But you've got to toughen up a little, boy, for what is ahead of you.
- [EXCLAIMS.]
- [RUMBLING.]
Don't worry about it! It's just air! I know there's more in you, Charles.
You've got to be strong, and you've got to find it.
- [EXCLAIMS.]
- It's just air! [INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER.]
- [DETECTIVE.]
Get him back here! - Don't be so weak! [SHOUTS.]
Don't be so bloody weak! - [WHIMPERS.]
- [DETECTIVE.]
Charles, it's all right.
- [SHOUTS.]
Out! Get out! - [DETECTIVE.]
Charles! It's all right.
[SOBBING.]
[MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER RADIO.]
Winds are picking up [ANNE.]
Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! [PHILIP.]
Darling Anne! How's my favorite little girl? [CAR DOOR CLOSES.]
- [ANNE.]
Faster, Daddy! - I'm coming, I'm coming! [ANNE AND PHILIP LAUGH.]
[CHARLES.]
Thank you.
[NANNY.]
You must be hungry.
Like me to make you a sandwich? [CHARLES.]
Yes, please.
Hello, Martin! [CHATTERING.]
[CHOIR SINGING.]
[BOY.]
Over here! [MAN.]
I'm afraid it's true.
His Royal Highness has struggled.
And whilst Her Majesty's desire to have her son be the first heir to the throne to attend a normal school is laudable, and we were delighted to have His Royal Highness at Cheam - [GROANS.]
- we should not delude ourselves - [BOYS LAUGH.]
- that it has been entirely successful.
Thank you.
[MAN.]
The press run stories about him almost daily.
The other boys read about him in the newspapers.
They see his detective.
- [BOYS LAUGH.]
- We do what we can, but boys that age can be cruel.
The fact is, His Royal Highness is different.
And not just because of who he is, who his parents are.
He's uncommonly shy.
Sensitive.
Delicate.
So, if you're asking me where, in my professional opinion, he should go to senior school Yes, I am.
I would say that in Eton College, you have the perfect solution.
Right on your doorstep.
[PUTS CUP AND SAUCER DOWN.]
Look, Charles! Look, you'll be so much closer to us.
The weekends, you can just run up the hill and you'll be with us all.
[WHISPERS.]
And you can sleep in your own bed.
I have to ask Daddy, but I'm sure he'll agree.
[CHARLES.]
Dear Uncle Dickie, Mommy told me that she had chosen Eton College for me for senior school.
I must say, I was very relieved and now find myself very excited.
Being at Eton makes so much sense.
Am I right in thinking that you went there, too? [MOUNTBATTEN.]
I was never at Eton.
I was tormented by a particularly dull tutor at home.
Then I was sent to the Naval College in Osborne.
So, I'm very envious of Eton.
What great fun you'll have there.
And may I suggest a gentleman's outing to meet Arthur Cunningham, head cutter of the finest House in Savile Row? - [TAILOR.]
Sir.
- Is that a two in the hand? - Yes, sir.
- Also known as? - The Eton knot.
- The Eton knot.
[CUNNINGHAM.]
And shoot the cuffs.
I think slightly higher on the shoulder.
Yes, sir.
Quarter of an inch.
And we position the hat with the thumbs.
The Eton suit.
[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS.]
- [MOUNTBATTEN.]
Next size up? - Five, sir.
Five? - Five.
- Five.
- Whites.
- [CAMERA CLICKS.]
Breathe in.
- [MOUNTBATTEN.]
Good.
- [CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS.]
[CHARLES.]
Thank you.
- Now, doesn't that lift the spirits? - Yes, it does! Finishing touch.
Oh, yes! [CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS.]
[POP MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR RADIO.]
[MAN.]
Congratulations, sir! [CAR DOOR SHUTS.]
- [ELIZABETH.]
Well done, you! - Thank you! [PHILIP.]
We won by half a length, which is the nautical equivalent of a nose.
- Ah.
Neck! You've burnt your forehead.
- You should see my legs.
Oh, thank you.
We left it rather late admittedly.
But came good at the last marker.
Which is the nautical equivalent of the final furlock.
[SIGHS.]
Furlong! [PHILIP LAUGHS.]
After dinner you should look in on Charles.
To show him the trophy? Good idea.
No.
I thought to compliment him on his uniforms.
- What uniforms? - [ELIZABETH.]
His uniforms for Eton.
What are you talking about? Charles is going to Gordonstoun.
- Not necessarily.
- [PHILIP.]
Yes, necessarily.
- It's not set in stone.
- Give me a hammer and chisel and watch me carve it into one.
Philip.
Gordonstoun is the right place for him.
It's no exaggeration to say that school made me, and it can make Charles.
He won't learn a thing about himself at Eton.
Yes, but he might just survive or flourish.
Or he might just become another wet, namby-pamby, mollycoddled twit like the rest of the British upper classes.
- Your Majesty, Your Royal Highness.
- [CLOCK CHIMES.]
Well, Dickie thinks it's the right school for him.
- It's none of Dickie's business.
- He's got a soft spot for Charles.
- They write to one another.
- Since when? - He heard how unhappy Charles was.
- I wish he'd stop meddling.
Well, meddling is what Dickie does.
We would be betraying our son if we let Eton have him.
He's going to Gordonstoun, and that's the end of it.
All right, fine, if you feel that strongly about it.
- I do.
- We'll return the uniforms.
You can burn them for all I care.
But you can break it to Charles, not me.
- Fine.
- [MAN.]
Your Majesty.
[ELIZABETH.]
Thank you, James.
[CHARLES.]
I do like Scotland, but isn't it a long way from home? - No.
- And a terrible inconvenience - for you to come and visit me there? - No.
Not at all.
I've already decided to fly you up there myself as a special treat.
But I won't lie to you.
When I heard I was going to Gordonstoun, I felt exactly as you do now.
Wretched.
I wanted to stay at home with my dear, favorite sister.
I wanted the easier, softer way.
But in order to grow up properly, you need to get away from all this nonsense.
Would you like me to let you into a big secret? Please.
This is not the real world.
John.
Get rid of those.
You can have my old jumper.
The uniform hasn't changed a bit.
Pop your head through.
That's the first lesson.
Who we are is not what we wear or what glitters.
It's the spirit that defines us.
In here.
[DON.]
Philip? Philip? [DON SPEAKS GERMAN.]
[CONTINUES SPEAKING IN GERMAN.]
[SPEAKING GERMAN.]
[SPEAKING GERMAN.]
going to fly him to school dressed for a funeral? Of course.
One might as well be dressed for the inevitable.
If we land safely, I'll change.
- She's your sister! - [PHILIP LAUGHS.]
[PHILIP AND DON SPEAK GERMAN.]
[PHILIP.]
See you soon.
[SPEAKS GERMAN.]
Uh, yes, I'm Greek.
[CECILE.]
Come along.
Let's get this over with.
[PRAYS IN LATIN.]
- [MAN SPEAKS GERMAN.]
- Ja.
Why did we do this? I hate flying.
We should have gone by train.
- [MAN SPEAKS GERMAN.]
- [CECILE SHRIEKS.]
- [SHRIEKS.]
- [MOTORS SPLUTTER.]
[SHOUTING.]
Give me your hand.
[CECILE SHRIEKS.]
[PHILIP.]
It's fine.
Look at me.
- It's all right.
It's just air.
- Yes.
- [CECILE.]
It's beautiful! - [PHILIP.]
It's freezing! Why couldn't I have stayed in Germany and gone to school there? Because Father thought it very important that you be educated by a genius.
And since Dr.
Hahn is a Jew, staying in Germany was impossible.
Fine.
But why did the genius choose Scotland? [SCOFFS.]
[CAR HORN BEEPS.]
[BOY LAUGHS.]
- [HORN HONKS.]
- [SHEEP BLEAT.]
[BOY.]
Your Royal Highness.
- [BOY.]
Who's that? - [JIM.]
Some foreigner.
- [BOY.]
What's your name? - Philip.
Philip what? It's just Philip.
[BOY.]
Hey.
Back to work.
Philip! Come along! [CROWD SHOUTS.]
- [CLAMORING.]
- [REPORTER.]
Your Royal Highness! [ANNOUNCER.]
The big day began at London Airport, where the Duke of Edinburgh surprised Prince Charles with the decision to fly him to school.
This is the really modern way to go to school.
By airplane, piloted by your father, on this most important day for our future king.
- [HAHN.]
Welcome! - My dear Dr.
Hahn.
- Welcome home, sir.
- It's good to be back.
[HAHN.]
Mr.
Tennant, the head of Charles's year.
- [TENNANT.]
Your Royal Highness.
- [PHILIP.]
Pleasure.
- Good morning, boys! - Good morning, sir.
- [HAHN.]
Your Royal Highness.
Welcome.
- [CHARLES.]
Thank you.
[HAHN.]
You know this school runs in your father's blood.
He was one of the first pupils here.
- He helped build the place.
- I did, I built that wall.
[HAHN.]
Yes.
Things have changed a little since your father's time.
But not the important things.
The principles remain unchanged.
- Yeah, good.
You haven't gone soft.
- No.
Don't want him mollycoddled in some luxury hotel.
[PHOTOGRAPHER.]
This way, Prince Charles! [REPORTERS SHOUT.]
[MAN.]
Are you ready for how tough it is? How do you feel being far away, sir? [PHILIP.]
All right.
Good.
Thank you.
[REPORTER.]
Is this good for him, sir? [MAN.]
Is this the right school for him? [CHATTERING.]
This was your father's dormitory.
We've even given you his old bed.
- Hello, boys.
- [BOY.]
Morning, sir.
[HAHN.]
Simon Harper, sir, dormitory guardian.
Simon will teach you the rules and look after you.
[SIMON.]
We've given you the window, Your Royal Highness.
No, no.
Don't call him that.
It's just Charles.
[SIMON.]
Yes, sir.
Charles.
Thank you.
That's awfully kind.
This is Geddes.
Charles.
- [SIMON.]
This is Gilkinson.
- [WINDOW BANGS.]
- [PHILIP CHUCKLES.]
- Memories flooding back, sir? Yes.
Happy ones, I hope.
[SIMON.]
This is Griffiths.
The happiest.
Who's that? [HAHN.]
The royal detective.
The palace insisted.
In case of press intrusion.
The whole point is the boy learns to fend for himself.
Don't worry.
We know what's expected of us.
[ANNOUNCER.]
The Duke wasted no time before signing Prince Charles up to Gordonstoun's infamous Annual Challenge, notorious for testing endurance and determination in the inhospitable Scottish Highlands.
At Gordonstoun, fitness is valued just as highly as academic excellence.
The prince is sure to be put through his paces by their grueling physical regime.
This is surely the place to make our young prince into a man ready to serve his country.
[SIMON.]
It doesn't close.
The thing's broken.
- The rain's getting in.
- The frame's broken, idiot.
- [SIMON.]
Now what are you doing? - Moving the bed.
- Put it back! - But the sheets are getting wet.
Put it back or I'll put you on report.
[SIMON.]
Lights out! [SHIVERING.]
- [BOYS SHOUT.]
- Come on, we're going to be late.
Faster! Come on, lads.
- Push out.
- Hurry up! Let's get it over with! - Out of my way.
- Let's go! Hurry up! [JIM.]
Get up! Your Royal Highness.
Move.
[SHIVERS.]
[BOY.]
What's wrong? It's freezing.
[BOY.]
Wait until you've had your cold shower! Come on! [COUGHS.]
[MAN.]
One more lap.
Come on! [SHEEP BLEATING.]
[PANTING.]
[BOYS SHOUTING.]
Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! [JIM.]
Right.
Come on then! [BOYS YELL.]
[BOY.]
Move! Come on.
- [SCRUBBING.]
- [CHATTERING.]
[BOY.]
Oi.
- [SPLASH.]
- [JIM.]
Hey! Get down here! This isn't optional.
It's your assigned work project.
It's manual labor.
If Hahn wants this place rebuilt, he ought to pay the staff to do it.
[JIM.]
Staff [JIM.]
Do you think you're better than us? Actually, I know I am.
- Keep a lookout.
Oi.
This will be good.
- [BOY.]
Will do.
- [BUCKET CLATTERS.]
- Some mongrel European count? It's prince, actually.
[JIM.]
We know all about your lot.
Your sisters are all Nazis.
And your father's washed his hands of you so he can be with his whore in Paris.
Uh It's Monaco.
Your mother's a mental defective, locked away in some asylum.
You're no one, and you're going to do the work.
Why? Because I bloody well say so.
[GRUNTING AND GROANING.]
- [CRASHING AND BANGING.]
- [JIM.]
Get off! - [CRASHING.]
- [JIM.]
Get off! [PHILIP YELLS.]
[BOYS LAUGH.]
Here! - [DUCKS QUACKING.]
- [PHILIP GRUNTS.]
[EXHALES.]
Sit yourself down.
Jim threw the first punch.
Mnh-mnh.
I understand injustice.
We're both exiles.
Both victims and I understand your anger.
But on its current path, the world will fill with anger and soon will be destroyed.
So here, away from the madness, we must build a new way.
A new school.
A new philosophy.
A new ethos.
The world needs saviors.
A generation of remarkable young men who have put fury behind them, who embrace their pain and their struggle.
All men must step into the unknown.
There, only there, in the annihilation of hate and anger, and ego, is our salvation.
Hmm? I can't stay here.
They're all mad.
Completely mad.
Cousin Louis' wedding falls in your half-term.
Don wants to fly.
I'll tell him I won't go and you can come and stay with me, in Germany.
- Just the two of us? - Probably.
What does that mean? I didn't tell you.
I'm expecting.
[PHILIP.]
Expecting what? - [CECILE.]
A little one.
- A-again? [CECILE.]
Don't be like that.
Castles need to be filled.
And Herr Hitler is encouraging us to have - as many children as we can.
- [MEN SING.]
As Germany grows, she will need more soldiers.
[SPEAKING GERMAN.]
- [MEN SINGING.]
- Hello? [SINGING CONTINUING.]
Hello? [SINGING CONTINUING.]
[COINS JINGLE.]
[BELL RINGS.]
[BOY.]
Idiot! [CHARLES GROANS.]
[BOY LAUGHS.]
[CHARLES PANTING.]
[CAR DOOR SHUTS.]
[MOUNTBATTEN.]
I thought I would come up here and see how you were settling in.
Have you made friends? [CHARLES.]
One.
I think.
Although, it's quite hard to understand what he says sometimes.
Yes, I hear they've let some local boys in.
Charles.
Even though I am close to your father, I am not your father.
Things you feel you cannot show him or tell him because you feel they might upset him - Yes, sir.
- Or even disappoint him Those are the things you can say to me, safe in the knowledge that they will never be repeated to anyone else.
- Anyone else on earth.
- [BOYS SHOUT.]
Yes, sir.
Charles, if you're not happy here, you must tell me and I will take care of it.
[BOY.]
Dumbo! [BOYS LAUGH.]
What are you doing in here? Why aren't you dressed for dinner? - I need to talk to you.
- What about? Could you close the door? I've made the decision to take Charles out of Gordonstoun and bring him home.
Decide what you like.
He's staying there.
Dickie's just reported his unhappiness to me.
Dickie's a meddling, interfering fool who knows nothing.
Well, he knows an unhappy child when he sees one.
And by all accounts, Charles is wretched.
He's tormented from the moment that he wakes up to the moment that he goes to sleep.
Do you know what he calls the place? "Hell on earth, Colditz with kilts.
" - [PHILIP.]
I don't want to debate this.
- Well, you have to.
And not just because he's your son.
Because he's the future king.
Bullied children are scarred for life.
And scarred children make destroyed adults.
[PHILIP.]
You and I had an agreement.
A deal that ensured there would be some level of equality between us in the marriage.
It's my decision Charles go to Gordonstoun not now! And that would be fine, for all our other children.
But Charles is the future of the Crown.
And in the name of the Crown and as his mother, I have decided to take him out of Gordonstoun and bring him home, to Eton, to Windsor, where he belongs.
You can't always fall back on the Crown.
Oh, yes, I can.
And I will.
Then you would do well to remember the promises you made to me.
And the consequence breaking those might have on the Crown.
Charles's education is my responsibility.
Yours is to honor your word and keep your husband.
[ELIZABETH QUIVERS.]
[SCHOOL BELL RINGS.]
- [HAHN.]
Charles.
- Hello, sir.
Are you preparing for the Annual Challenge? I am.
The Duke of Edinburgh is giving the prize this year.
I know.
He's spoken to me a great deal about the significance of the Challenge.
The Challenge is one of this school's great traditions, but it is arduous.
You don't think I'm up to it.
Physical endurance is only one path to self-determination.
You have your own particular challenge here at this school given who you are.
[BELL RINGS.]
Your father struggled, too.
He had difficulties of a different kind.
Great difficulties, great pain.
But he never gave up, and then, with help, he prevailed.
I think I would still like to do the Challenge, sir.
I think my father expects it.
[WHISTLE BLOWS.]
- [BOYS SHOUT.]
- Move! - Come on, boys! Let's go! - [PHILIP.]
Give me a hand up! - Come on! - Go on! - Pull up! - Almost there.
[JIM.]
Come on.
Help me up! [BOY.]
Get up here! [PHILIP.]
Did you think I was going to let it go? - [JIM.]
Help me up! - [BOY.]
Philip! [BOYS GASP.]
[EXHALES.]
- [BOY 1.]
Are you all right, Jim? - [BOY 2.]
Serves him right! [HAHN.]
I don't expect you to get on with everyone.
What I do expect of all my pupils is to conform with Platonic ideals to argue without quarreling, to quarrel without suspecting, - to suspect without slandering.
- Sir You and James will have extra building duties.
You can work on the main gate together.
Look, in my defense [SLAMS TABLE.]
I think we've all seen how you act in your defense.
[EXHALES.]
Thank you.
and as a punishment we have to build a gate together over half-term, - instead of coming to see you.
- Dr.
Hahn telephoned me yesterday.
He's going to keep you at school over the holidays, to help you settle.
I'm afraid I agreed.
- Are you going to be long? - Piss off! You did what? Which leaves me obliged to fly to the wedding.
But that's in London.
Yes.
We're at the airfield now.
[CECILE SHOUTS IN GERMAN.]
- Sorry, but I've got to go.
- [PHILIP PUNCHES WALL.]
Now you just settle and behave well.
That'll cheer me up.
- [SLAMS PHONE.]
- [BOY.]
Oi! [PHONE CLATTERS.]
Prick! [CHATTERING IN GERMAN.]
- [CECILE MUTTERS PRAYER.]
- [MEN SHOUTING.]
- [DON SPEAKS GERMAN.]
- [CECILE.]
Yeah.
[ENGINES START UP.]
[ENGINE CONTINUES DRONING.]
[TELEPHONE RINGS.]
[HAHN SPEAKS GERMAN.]
[BOY SHOUTS.]
Philip! Philip! - [PANTING.]
- [BOY.]
Hahn wants you! [STRAINING.]
Hurry up! After takeoff from Cologne, bad weather meant they couldn't land at Brussels.
While attempting to land in Ostend I'm afraid I'm afraid all 12 souls were lost.
Twelve.
Including the four crew.
But with four crew, plus Cecile, Don, Ludwig and Alexander, that's eight.
[HAHN.]
Also the Grand Duke's mother, a nurse, Joachim Freiherr von Riedesel.
[WHIMPERS.]
Eleven.
And your sister Cecile must have gone into labor on the flight.
A newborn was found in the wreckage.
[SHUDDERS.]
Arrangements [AIRPLANE ENGINES DRONING.]
[PASSENGERS SCREAMING.]
[BABY WAILING.]
[CECILE AND DON SHOUTING.]
- [SCREAMS.]
- [ENGINE SPLUTTERS.]
- [LOUD RUMBLING.]
- [CECILE SCREAMS.]
- [CECILE SCREAMS.]
- [ENGINE SPUTTERING.]
- [ENGINE DRONING.]
- [CECILE SCREAMS.]
[EXPLOSION.]
[MEN SHOUTING.]
[SHOUTING IN FRENCH.]
[CECILE SCREAMS AND CRIES.]
[SCREAMING.]
[SHOUTING.]
- [SCREAMING.]
- [CRYING.]
- [CECILE SCREAMS AND MOANS.]
- [BABY CRIES.]
[OPENS DOOR.]
- Where is he? - [BOYS WHISPER.]
- [HAHN.]
Philip! - [BOY.]
Philip, where are you? - [BOYS SHOUT.]
- Philip! - [BOY.]
Come on, Philip! - [HAHN.]
Philip! [BOY.]
Philip! Come on! - [BOY.]
Philip! - Philip! [BOY.]
Philip! - [BOY.]
Philip! - Philip! - [BOY.]
Over here! Dr.
Hahn! - [BOY 2.]
He's in the lake! [HAHN GRUNTS.]
Come on! Sir! [HAHN.]
Go home! Back to the school! Give me the lantern.
You too.
The milk train will leave Inverness station at 4:45 tomorrow morning.
You will be on it.
From London, you will fly to Berlin and then on to Darmstadt with your uncle, to attend the funeral of your brother-in-law, your nephews and your sister.
It will not be easy.
But when you return, we will be your family.
This school will be your home.
Now come! Be strong! Philip! [BELL TOLLS.]
[BELL TOLLING.]
[MAN SHOUTING.]
[BARKING.]
- [MAN SHOUTING.]
- [CAMERAS WHIRRING.]
[CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING.]
[EXHALES SHARPLY.]
Philip.
Philip.
Go on.
[BREATHES HEAVILY.]
Go on.
[CHATTERING.]
Philip, come.
Mama.
It's Philip.
Your son.
[ANDREW.]
I'm surprised he dare show himself here.
Papa! Had it not been for Philip and his indiscipline she would never have taken that flight.
It's true.
Isn't it, boy? You're the reason we're all here burying my favorite child.
- [SOPHIE.]
Papa.
- [ANDREW.]
Get him out of here.
You may hate him now, but one day, God willing, you will be a father yourself.
And you will fall short, as all parents do.
And be hated.
And you will know what it is to pray for the forgiveness from your own son.
[THUNDER RUMBLING.]
[JIM WHISPERS.]
Philip.
Where are you going? [GRUNTS AND PANTS.]
[TYPEWRITER CLACKING.]
[PHILIP GROANS.]
[BUCKET CLATTERS.]
[PANTING AND GROANING.]
Get inside.
[PHILIP HEAVING.]
I think he needs help, sir.
Not until he's asked for it.
Come.
[PHILIP PANTING.]
[PHILIP STRAINS.]
[PHILIP GROANS.]
- [BOY.]
Sir? - [HAHN.]
Move on! [COUGHS.]
[GRUNTING.]
[STRAINS.]
[CRASH.]
- [BOYS WHISPER.]
- He's here.
Help.
[HAHN.]
Speak up.
[PANTS.]
[VOICE BREAKING.]
I I need help.
[HAHN.]
So Now we go.
Boys.
- [CHATTERING.]
- Come on, boys.
- Three, two - Hands on.
- One.
- Lift up! - Steady.
- Careful.
Stop.
Pull back.
Back.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
[GATE SQUEAKS.]
[PHILIP BREATHES HEAVILY.]
Good.
Well done, boys.
You too, Philip.
[TENNANT.]
The challenge ahead is one that faces every Gordonstounian.
Your route is 18-miles long.
[DETECTIVE.]
Torch.
[TENNANT.]
You are Gordonstounians, and you are expected to rise to the challenge.
Plus est en vous, gentlemen.
There is more in each of you.
Plus est en vous.
[BLOWS WHISTLE.]
- [SHOUTING.]
- [CHEERING.]
[BOY.]
Hurry up! - Go on! - [CHARLES.]
What? Go on! [BOY.]
Get a move on, Charlie! Hurry up! [BOY.]
Charles! [DETECTIVE.]
Catch them up! Quick! Go on! [BOYS SHOUT.]
- Hurry up! - Hurry up! [CHARLES GRUNTS.]
- [BOY.]
Hurry up! - [CHARLES PANTS.]
[BOY.]
Just leave it.
Keep going.
[CHEERING.]
[CAR HORN HONKS.]
[CHEERING.]
[HAHN.]
Hello, sir! It's good to have you back! It's my absolute pleasure.
How's he doing? Well they should all be back at two o'clock.
[CHEERING CONTINUES.]
[CHEERING.]
- [TENNANT.]
Grater.
Hadden.
Cann.
- [CANN.]
Sorry, sir.
[TENNANT.]
Never mind.
And Pickering.
Griffiths.
- [DETECTIVE.]
Is Charles here? - Let me have a look.
- Where's Charles? - We lost him, quite early on.
Geddes.
Right, everyone, get changed quick as you can! [PHILIP.]
Thank you.
[CHEERING.]
Mr.
Peacock, the head of our studies.
[PHILIP.]
How do you do? Good to see you.
[PHILIP LAUGHS.]
Ah! [TENNANT.]
And finally, Team B.
[PHILIP CLEARS THROAT.]
Well, I think we should start the presentation.
Ten more minutes.
Of course.
Charles? Charles? [WHIMPERS.]
[DETECTIVE.]
Charles? Right! That's it.
Let's begin.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you very much! Well, it's a great joy to be here and a great pleasure to see so many happy, healthy, handsome faces.
[CROWD CHUCKLES.]
The Annual Challenge is a unique test.
In completing it, all participants will have shown great character, stamina, and most of all [BOY WHISPERS.]
It's him.
Where's he been? [PHILIP CLEARS THROAT.]
and most of all, courage.
The ethos at Gordonstoun is to embrace the community over the individual, the team over the star.
And so it gives me great pleasure to present this wonderful trophy, the Duke of Edinburgh Cup, to the winning team, which I believe is Team C.
Led by Simon Harper.
[CHEERING.]
Well, don't just sit there, boy! Come and collect it! [HAHN.]
Congratulations.
Good work.
Well done! Good lad! Well done! [CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS.]
I want you to know, if you're feeling bad about where you finished in that challenge today - it's of no consequence to me.
- [RUMBLING.]
[CHARLES WHIMPERS.]
I understand that these sorts of physical tests don't come naturally to you.
But you showed great courage - and determination.
- [RUMBLING.]
- [WHIMPERING.]
- Don't worry about it.
Whatever shame you may or may not be feeling, I can assure you it's nothing compared to the shame I felt at your age, over something I did.
- To my favorite sister.
- Oh! - Cecile.
She hated flying.
- [PANICKED BREATHING.]
Loathed it, terrified of it.
She always dressed in black when she flew, for her own funeral.
[CHARLES WHIMPERS.]
Anyway, the point is that Kurt Hahn and that school put me back together, toughened me up.
Charles - [EXCLAIMS.]
- The pain - The struggle is a gift, Charles.
- [WHIMPERS.]
This is the moment you have to dig deep.
You put the work in now and you won't struggle in the future.
But you've got to toughen up a little, boy, for what is ahead of you.
- [EXCLAIMS.]
- [RUMBLING.]
Don't worry about it! It's just air! I know there's more in you, Charles.
You've got to be strong, and you've got to find it.
- [EXCLAIMS.]
- It's just air! [INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER.]
- [DETECTIVE.]
Get him back here! - Don't be so weak! [SHOUTS.]
Don't be so bloody weak! - [WHIMPERS.]
- [DETECTIVE.]
Charles, it's all right.
- [SHOUTS.]
Out! Get out! - [DETECTIVE.]
Charles! It's all right.
[SOBBING.]
[MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER RADIO.]
Winds are picking up [ANNE.]
Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! [PHILIP.]
Darling Anne! How's my favorite little girl? [CAR DOOR CLOSES.]
- [ANNE.]
Faster, Daddy! - I'm coming, I'm coming! [ANNE AND PHILIP LAUGH.]
[CHARLES.]
Thank you.
[NANNY.]
You must be hungry.
Like me to make you a sandwich? [CHARLES.]
Yes, please.
Hello, Martin! [CHATTERING.]
[CHOIR SINGING.]