The Crown (2016) s04e02 Episode Script

[thunder rumbling]
[wind howling]
[bellowing]
[man] Allow a little bit
for the wind, sir.
It's just off to the left.
Adjust the sight to 100 yards.
- And we release the lock
- [gun clicks]
and gently squeeze the trigger.
[whimpers]
Is dead?
[gunshots]
No.
You hit him, sir,
but that's him away now, wounded.
- So we go after him.
- No.
No, no.
See that wee stream down there?
That is the border where our estate ends
and our neighbour's estate begins.
And we never cross that line, ever.
[indistinct chatter]
- Good morning, Your Majesty.
- Morning.
Just to say that the prime minister
and Mr. Thatcher are expected to arrive
at around 3 p.m. tomorrow.
Thank you.
- What's all the excitement?
- Morning, Mummy.
- Good morning.
- Morning, Mummy.
- Morning.
- [Anne] Are you going to tell her or am I?
Go on. I can see you're bursting to.
Our head gamekeeper had
a telephone call this morning
from the neighbouring estate.
It seems one of their commercial guests
Japanese, apparently.
shot and wounded a grand stag,
which has now crossed over
onto Crown land and needs
Needs finishing off
on compassionate grounds.
- Am I telling this or are you?
- Well, get on with it, then.
Anyway.
It's an imperial, apparently.
- Fourteen points.
- Really?
Hence the excitement,
hence us changing all our plans
so that we can get out there today.
But we have engagements.
[Philip] Not anymore.
- I've cancelled everything.
- [Elizabeth] What?
Come on, Mummy.
We all know there hasn't been one
that big shot on this estate since
And it might be nice
to find one to rival him.
- Eclipse him.
- A rival and enemy.
Glowering at him across the room.
Question is,
whose name will be underneath it?
- [Anne] Mine.
- Mine.
- Mine.
- [Philip] Mine.
No, mine.
- There's not a question.
- Well, it won't be yours.
[all laughing]
- Mine.
- [Anne] Stop it!
[Philip] Mine.
[singing in Italian]
[orchestra playing]
- [audience applauding]
- You were very kind to have come.
Oh, I loved it.
I adore Verdi.
He's so
So romantic.
Yes.
But to focus simply on romance
diminishes Verdi's legacy
and political influence.
His music played such a key role
in Italian unification too.
Gosh. Really?
Do you have a busy summer?
No, I'll be in London for most of it.
I'm embarrassingly available,
if that's what you're asking.
I'll be in Zimbabwe for a couple of weeks
and then Scotland.
But perhaps we can meet again
in the autumn.
Oh, dear, you'd rather not.
No, it's just such a long way away.
Oh, it'll fly by.
No, it won't, it'll drag horribly.
But all good things come
to those who wait.
[scoffs] Your chaperone
would never allow anything more.
She'll do whatever you tell her.
Granny's the most hideous snob. [giggles]
Good night.
- Was that very frigid?
- Yes.
- But perfectly gentlemanly.
- Princely.
Sorry. Princely.
[tender music playing]
[vehicle departs]
[theme music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
[Thatcher] I thought we might begin today
with plans for the forthcoming budget,
which the chancellor and I have now had
an opportunity to discuss.
Given the very pressing need
to bring public-sector borrowing
and inflation under control,
this government will embark
on what Geoffrey has confirmed
is one of the boldest
and most far-reaching programs
of fiscal correction
this country has ever known.
With respect, Margaret
Four billion in spending cuts?
[Thatcher] Strict new spending limits
on government departments,
the abolition
of the 25 pence rate of tax
[man 1] This isn't a correction.
[man 2] It's butchery.
You're trying to move too fast.
That is because I am in a hurry.
- Anyone with any experience
- Or sense.
would see that the decimation
of the public sector
and heavy industry would risk
the spectre of mass unemployment
[man 2] Social unrest.
And fly in the face
of everything we stand for.
[man 3] Hear, hear.
[Thatcher] Remind me.
What is it we stand for?
[man 4] We are the Conservative Party.
We stand for conservatism, caution.
Stability.
Moderation.
[photographer] Thank you, gentlemen.
- Prime Minister.
- [man 1] These are our priorities,
not some wholesale reconfiguration
of the state and its institutions.
It's too rash, it's too reckless,
and you risk turning
not only the country against us
but your own party,
your own colleagues, us, against you.
[photographer] Nice and still, please.
Three, two, one.
Thank you.
The way those men patronise me,
lecture me.
Those squires and grandees
[Denis] Upper-class bastards.
And their ideas,
their solutions to the problems
this country faces,
so unimaginative, and cautious, and
wet.
Speaking of wet,
that's the forecast for Balmoral.
So no golf for yours truly.
My father used to give a sermon.
"God needs no faint hearts
for his ambassadors."
They are faint hearts.
And I should have kicked them out
when I had the chance.
I had a call
from Malcolm Muggeridge this morning,
who said, "Watch out for the tests."
"Oh, which tests?" said I.
"The infamous Balmoral tests," said he.
Apparently,
the royal family routinely subject
all their guests to secret tests,
to find out whether someone is acceptable
or not acceptable.
U or non-U, part of the gang
or not part of the gang. [chuckles]
Apparently, it's ruthless,
a blood sport in itself.
Prime Minister.
- Welcome to Balmoral Castle.
- Yes.
- Mr. Thatcher.
- How do you do?
Her Majesty asked me to apologise
for not meeting you in person,
but she's out stalking
with the rest of the family.
Oh, where?
Oh. Oh
Oh, yes, well,
we'll take this one, dear, thank you.
They're both yours, ma'am.
Oh.
Uh, ahem, well
Thank you, dear.
No, it's all right.
It's English money,
but you can spend it in Scotland.
It's not that, sir.
Tips are left at the end of the stay.
Instructions are on the protocol sheet
on the table.
[Denis] Oh.
Well, go on, take it, won't tell a soul.
No, no. Dear, I like to do that myself,
especially for my husband.
- Sorry, ma'am.
- Thank you.
Unpacking your bag?
What was she thinking?
That's a wife's job.
And two bedrooms.
I know, it's all very odd.
Are we allowed to sleep in one bed?
I shall go
and check with the protocol sheet.
What do you think 6 p.m. is?
Drinks or dinner?
Oh, who knows?
- What do we wear?
- What the heck? Who cares?
Well, I care.
Every house has rules,
and places like this are all about
what you wear and when.
On the plane, you said there were tests.
Oh, so you did hear what I said.
Of course I heard what you said.
I don't need to look at you
to show you I'm listening
to what you're saying.
Well, it might be nice.
I don't have the time to be nice.
Well, I'm sure to worry about it all
would be to fail the tests.
Six p.m. is drinks before dinner.
Dinner is black-tie,
ergo drinks are black-tie.
[woman] I couldn't help noticing, ma'am,
you didn't bring any outdoor shoes.
That's right.
What a strange thing to say.
[Elizabeth] Did anyone actually see him?
[Philip] Anne caught a glimpse
out by Connachcraig.
[Elizabeth] Did you get a shot off?
- Not for you either?
- No, no, no. How about this lot?
- Bit early in the season, isn't he?
- Yes.
Most of the hinds haven't
come on heat yet.
Most likely in rut
and had broken out of the herd.
We'll have to get you another crack at it.
We'll get him tomorrow.
Now let's sort out some tea.
I'd love a whole pot.
[clock chiming]
Right.
[indistinct chatter]
- Where to now?
- Oh, I hear something.
Oh, I do believe
- Here?
- Yes.
[man clears throat]
What are they doing?
Christ.
Prime Minister. How nice to see you.
Your Majesty.
[Elizabeth] And dressed
for dinner already.
How very thoughtful of you.
- We shall have supper early.
- Don't be ridiculous.
It's 6:00.
Tell the kitchens we'll eat in 45 minutes.
[Philip] But it's teatime.
[Elizabeth] Good boy. Good.
[Denis] Your Majesty.
- Good evening.
- [man 1] Prime Minister.
- Good evening.
- [man 2] Good evening.
[Denis] Your Royal Highness.
[Philip] Christ, do we think they'll come
to lunch tomorrow in their pyjamas?
[door closes]
Oh. I think we've failed that test.
[playing bagpipes]
[indistinct chatter]
Good evening.
Ma'am, you're sitting second
from the end on the right,
and, sir, you're on the left
I could have sworn
I heard him at one point.
Did you call back?
Yes, I tried.
Um [imitating stag]
- Yes.
- Ahem. Mark, you do it better.
[Mark imitating stag]
[Philip] That is absolutely terrible.
Louder.
Did I hear there was a sighting
on the western shore of the loch?
Ridiculous suggestion.
- Why is that?
- Low ground.
It's too open.
No, the high tops and the ridges.
That's where you'll find him.
- I see.
- Am I right?
Criminal offence to kill a perfectly
healthy breeding stag like that.
But commercial guests want trophies
and are prepared
to pay huge amounts of money,
and our neighbours are greedy enough
to take it.
Well, I have some sympathy.
It's business.
It's not business.
It's conservation.
This is what people fail to understand.
It's pure ignorance.
Now, how about a round of games
after supper?
Number five ibble-dibble
with one dibble-ibble
calling number four ibble-dibble
with two dibble-ibbles!
That was the best I've ever done it.
Number four ibble-dibble
with two dibble-ibbles
calling number seven ibble-dibble
with one, two, three, four,
eight dibble-ibbles.
- So number seven dibble-bibble
- Oh, Mummy!
- No, you bibbled!
- Oh, no!
[Anne] Margot, show Granny how it's done.
Tippity-toppity, down with the Nazis.
Number three ibble-dibble
with two dibble-ibbles calling
number one ibble-dibble
with no dibble-ibbles.
- [Denis] That's you, dear.
- Good luck.
All right.
Oh, thank you.
Number one ibble-dibble
with no dibble-ibbles
calling number 10
ibble-dibble with
six dibble-ibbles.
- Oh, dear.
- Well done.
Did I get that right?
- Yes, you did.
- Very good.
[Thatcher] Do you mind passing that down?
Great.
Well done.
[Philip] What was she doing?
[Elizabeth] She was rather hopeless.
But I'm willing to give her
the benefit of the doubt.
- It was probably just nerves.
- Of what?
Of the situation,
of where she finds herself.
We were playing parlour games, having fun.
Perhaps her idea of fun
is something else entirely.
Or she's incapable of it
and wouldn't know fun
if it bit her on the backside.
[Elizabeth] Well, I've taken pity on her
and invited her stalking tomorrow.
- [Philip] Good luck with that.
- [faucet runs]
[Philip clears throat]
Good night.
Oh, Lord,
you're not gonna start work now, are you?
Well, what choice do I have
after wasting a whole evening like that?
Oh, come on.
A bit of harmless fun.
To make matters worse,
the queen has invited me
to join her stalking tomorrow morning.
- [laughs]
- Yes, you laugh,
but it means I have
to get ahead of the work now.
All right, then.
Why don't I go
and sleep in the other room?
Don't you dare.
We don't want to catch
any upper-class habits.
Those that sleep apart grow apart.
It's just for one night.
And that's precisely how bad habits start.
So you can stay here, and
Well, there's a book on the bedside table.
Very well, dear, whatever you say.
I didn't realise
- Hunting Memoirs of Balmoral Castle.
- Oh, yes.
You read that while I do this.
Oh, I can't wait.
"Fifth of September, 1848.
A letter from Prince Albert to Marie,
Dowager Duchess of Saxe-Coburg.
'The rain has not stopped for one minute
since we arrived,
but it has not prevented me, naughty man,
from spending the whole week creeping
stealthily after glorious stags."'
[tranquil music playing]
Stay.
[indistinct chatter]
Yesterday, actually,
her performance was quite poor.
[Anne] Yes, I'm making myself odds-on
to bring him back by lunch.
[Philip] I'll take you on that bet.
Better put your money where your mouth is.
[Elizabeth] Where is she?
He's most active in the morning.
I don't want to lose my shot.
[Anne] Oh, God.
Say nothing.
Prime Minister.
What a lovely morning.
Shall we?
We're in here.
We're in this one.
[Elizabeth] Thank you, John.
Come on, boy.
[engine starts]
[man] All right, I'm okay.
Yeah. Thank you.
[Elizabeth] I'm so glad
you agreed to join us.
I didn't have you down as a sportswoman.
I'm not, ma'am.
I'm afraid we're all mad stalkers.
It was how I spent the happiest times
with my father, King George.
- He taught me everything.
- My father taught me a great deal too.
What did you do together?
We worked.
Work was our play.
I worked with him in our shop.
As an alderman, he took me everywhere.
I watched as he wrote his speeches and
listened as he rehearsed
and delivered them.
It was my political baptism.
How lovely for you both.
Yes.
Now, if you don't want
to break your ankles,
you should have a think about those.
What size are you?
Five.
Oh, that's handy. Me too.
When stalking, the trick, really,
is to disappear into nature,
to preserve the element of surprise.
So next time,
you might not wear bright blue.
It means the stag can see you.
Or wear scent.
- It means he can smell you.
- [exclaims]
And now he can hear you too.
I could go back and change.
Oh, that's an idea.
If you hurry,
you can make it back in time for lunch.
I'll be as quick as I can.
Ma'am.
Ah. Mary, I'll drive out
and join them for lunch.
Do we know where?
I think I heard them saying they're going
to the Loch Muick beach, ma'am.
Ah. Yes.
No.
- What are you doing?
- Oh
Your Royal Highness.
Aren't you supposed
to be out there stalking?
Yes, I was, but your sister
No, you don't call her that,
you call her "the queen."
She's the queen, not my sister.
And that chair, no one sits in that chair.
- Oh, I beg your pardon.
- God, don't say that either.
Say, "What?"
Begging for anything is desperate.
Begging for pardon is common.
That chair
no one sits in that chair.
It's Queen Victoria's chair.
[Thatcher] Oh.
And you do realise
this is supposed to be a bank holiday?
Yes, although it is hard to have a holiday
when the country is in its current state.
[Margaret] Mmm.
The country has been in a state before.
It will doubtless be in a state again.
One learns,
when one has the benefit of experience,
that sometimes time off is
the most sensible course of action.
Hmm. Well, I'm not best suited
to time off.
It gives me no pleasure.
It might give you something
more important than that.
Perspective.
[pensive music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
Good evening, Your Royal Highness.
[Charles] Is there nothing I can say
to persuade you to come for the weekend?
[Camilla] Why? I have no place up there.
And I'm busy anyway.
Doing what?
What is so important
that you decline an invitation
from the heir to the throne?
Being a mother.
And a wife.
Well, it's never stopped you before.
Now, now.
It's true.
You need to find yourself a young woman
who's free to be where you want
when you want
and is willing
to give up her life for you.
Like this new one.
Diana Spencer?
Mightn't she fit the bill?
Don't say that.
I'd much rather hear how jealous you are.
I would be, but
It's not helpful, is it?
Given the situation we find ourselves in.
What's now required of you.
I'm serious, you should ring her.
[scoffs] And say what?
"I can't stop thinking about you."
"I can't bear to wait the whole summer
before seeing you."
"Any chance you could drop everything
and come up to Scotland now?"
[news theme playing on TV]
[man] Members of Mrs. Thatcher's cabinet
have expressed their alarm at new figures
showing a sharp rise
in the rate of unemployment.
Unions are blaming the increase
on the continued commitment
to a policy of wide-ranging spending cuts.
This is now
a very worrying situation indeed.
We have the most incompetent
and radical Labour opposition,
that should be in the wilderness,
now snapping at our heels.
No one would doubt the strength
of the prime minister's convictions.
But what we need is a mature
and more experienced leader
who shares our values.
The danger is, we have a prime minister
whose inexperience,
whose unwillingness to recognise
that her policy is failing
might very well lead us
over the cliff edge.
I think that many in cabinet
will now be asking
if it isn't time for a change.
[man] Francis Pym is a sceptic
about Mrs. Thatcher's monetarism policy
[band playing "Scotland the Brave"]
[man over PA] Next up,
we've got Mark Watson from Jedburgh,
current record holder
for the hammer throw here in Braemar.
He has got to beat Francis Stewart
from Fort William.
Just back from injury,
he managed to throw it 84 feet.
[crowd cheering]
What am I doing here?
Miles from Westminster,
miles from reality,
wasting precious time in some
- Half-Scottish, half-Germanic cuckoo-land?
- Yes.
Here's local boy Gary McNeil from Crathie.
Here we go.
[crowd cheering]
Here's the Duke of Edinburgh
handing over this year's haggis
to young
And I'm struggling
to find any redeeming features
in these people at all.
Remember, the haggis must be fit to eat
They aren't sophisticated,
or cultured, or elegant,
or anything close to an ideal, they're
Boorish, snobbish, and rude?
Yes, DT.
Just like those patronizing bullies
within my own cabinet.
[Denis] Mmm.
All members of a certain class,
you'll notice.
Well
if this country really is
to turn the corner,
then I say it needs
to change fundamentally.
Top to bottom.
[dramatic music playing]
Yes, just put that there.
Thank you. Thank you very much.
- [man] Jolly good.
- [Denis] Thank you.
What happened?
- There was a crisis, apparently.
- Oh.
Life in post-war Britain
has been one long, painful,
uninterrupted crisis.
But no matter how bad things got,
none of the other prime ministers
left early.
- No, one could scarcely get rid of them.
- Mmm.
[Margaret] So how come this one
can't get away fast enough?
- Perhaps we weren't very friendly.
- [engine starts]
What are you talking about?
I was incredibly friendly.
I positively gushed.
Who's that?
Lady Diana.
- Welcome to Balmoral Castle.
- Thank you.
- Lady Fermoy is here for you.
- Yeah.
Hello, Granny.
I hope I don't need to tell you
how fortunate you are
to have been invited here,
how unique an opportunity this is
or how much is potentially at stake
for our family.
It's just a weekend.
The most important weekend of your life.
[thunder rumbling]
The Prince of Wales has kindly promised
to take me fishing.
I'm hoping
it'll be my first time in Scotland
when I manage to catch something
other than a cold.
[all laughing]
I can't keep up. Is this one
a "friend" friend or a girlfriend?
In the balance, I think,
hence the invitation up here
to see if she sinks
or swims.
I learned very quickly that wasn't right.
[Charles] Very good.
[Diana] Not that I've ever had
much more luck with a gun.
[indistinct chatter]
[pensive music playing]
[bellows]
Good morning, ma'am. Five-thirty.
His Royal Highness the Duke of Edinburgh
has requested you accompany him
stalking this morning.
Gosh.
All right.
Will you be needing anything?
Well, like what?
I just thought
in case you have no outdoor shoes
I only brought outdoor shoes.
I apologise for the early start,
but there's a reason
I asked you to join me this morning.
There's great excitement
gripping the household.
Oh, yes, the stag.
It's all anyone could talk about
at dinner last night.
I don't mean about the stag.
I mean about you.
I thought this might be a time for us
to get to know one another.
Are you sure this isn't too wet?
No, I love a good watering.
You don't mind a bit of mud?
Muckier the better.
I'm a country girl at heart.
Good.
[tranquil music playing]
[Philip] So I suppose
I must have seen you growing up
on the estate at Sandringham
when you lived in the cottage there.
[Diana] Yes, sir.
Where do you live now?
London, Earl's Court,
in a flat with three girlfriends.
I'm the bossy landlady.
Are you bossy?
I like things to be neat and tidy.
Quite right, so do I.
Does that come from the army, sir?
The navy.
And I'm the one asking the questions.
[Diana] Sorry.
[Philip] So is that what you do all day?
- Be a landlady?
- [Diana] Oh, no, sir.
My main job's
as my sister's cleaning lady.
[Philip] Right, well,
that's a very important job.
[Diana] Yes, it is.
- [Philip] I hope she pays you properly.
- One pound an hour.
I don't know what the going rates are
for domestic cleaning.
Well, that's a very top rate.
Only for the very best
executive-level cleaners.
- Is it?
- No. It's a complete rip-off.
I don't know why I do it.
Perhaps because you enjoy cleaning.
Actually, I do quite enjoy cleaning.
And ironing.
God, does that make me tragic?
No, it makes you fascinating.
I can't wait to discuss it further.
- Sir.
- What?
- Look.
- Oh, yes.
Oh, you clever, clever thing.
[stag bellowing]
- Shouldn't we try and get closer?
- No.
We'll never get another chance.
We have one shot at this.
Where's the wind coming from? The right?
It's It's the left, sir.
What?
Well, look at the clouds.
It's swirling.
No, I say the right.
It's the left.
Good shot, sir.
Was it from the left?
[tranquil music playing]
[inaudible dialogue]
They have!
Look.
- Gosh.
- Yes.
[indistinct chatter]
So we found him, yes.
- What a triumph.
- Gosh, they've got him.
Well done.
- [Philip] He's a beauty.
- [woman] Quite extraordinary.
- [Philip] I have Diana to thank.
- [Diana] No, I did nothing.
No, you spotted him, not me.
But you shot him, sir.
It wasn't an easy shot.
- No.
- It was brilliant.
[Elizabeth] Right,
let's get a closer look, shall we?
Walking four hours before we found him.
- [Elizabeth] Four?
- [Diana] Four.
- [Elizabeth] A single shot?
- [Diana] A single shot.
[Elizabeth] Mummy,
it's impressive, isn't it?
[Charles] Thank you so much for coming.
- Has it been awful?
- [Diana] Not at all, sir.
It's been heavenly.
[Charles] No one's ever said that
after their first visit to this place.
But it has been.
You weren't put off by all the scrutiny?
My family's just as bad.
Anyone new, everyone tortures them
trying to catch them out.
I'll get all the reports tomorrow.
Let me know if I passed.
I'm sure you have.
With distinction.
You've been a great sport.
Thank you.
[engine starts]
[Camilla] So how's it going up there?
[Charles] You don't want to know.
I do, actually.
Talk to me.
[inaudible dialogue]
[pensive music playing]
She's a triumph.
In the history of Balmoral,
no one has ever passed the test
with such flying colours.
Well, well, well.
[Charles] Rave reviews
from the whole ghastly politburo.
Anne, Papa, Margot, Mummy, Granny.
[man] Your Royal Highness,
the Duke of Edinburgh has asked
to see you.
[Charles] Then I was summoned
for a conversation
with Papa in the hanging room,
where, oblivious
to the grotesque symbolism,
it might as well have been me
strung up and skinned.
You asked to see me?
Diana Spencer.
What about her?
He made
the family position painfully clear.
[inaudible dialogue]
They want me to marry her.
Gosh.
Yes.
She really was a triumph.
This was always going to happen.
The right one was always going
to come along.
But is she the right one?
Is anyone actually asking themselves that?
She's a child.
[dramatic music playing]
[inaudible dialogue]
[inaudible dialogue]
The prime minister, Your Majesty.
Your Majesty.
[door closes]
- I do hope you enjoyed your holiday.
- Very much.
Scotland in the summer is such a blessing.
I'm always mystified by those
that don't feel at home at Balmoral.
Some people just don't.
They come and are bewildered by it,
by the weather and traditions.
They see only cruelty in the blood sports
instead of kindness or necessity.
But there have been blood sports here too.
- You have a brand-new cabinet.
- I have.
Mostly older ministers that were culled.
Yes, although it wasn't
just their age that decided it.
- Rather?
- Their background, mostly.
And lack of grit,
as a consequence
of their privilege and entitlement.
Always a mistake to assume
just because people are privileged,
they lack grit.
And a dangerous game, I think,
to make enemies left, right, and centre.
Not if one is comfortable
with having enemies.
Are you?
Oh, yes.
Inspired by the words
of the Chartist poet Charles Mackay.
You have no enemies, you say?
Alas, my friend, the boast is poor.
He who has mingled in the fray of duty
That the brave endure
Must have made foes.
If you have none,
Small is the work that you have done.
You've hit no traitor on the hip.
You've dashed no cup from perjured lip.
You've never turned the wrong to right.
You've been a coward in the fight.
Good evening. Well, so now we know.
Three cabinet ministers sacked,
the cabinet changes,
and a long list of promotions
and demotions in the junior ranks.
Mrs. Thatcher has well
and truly shuffled her cabinet.
- Well, in a moment, we'll be looking
- Ah.
Eeyore.
- I came to see how you were getting on.
- I'll be fine.
Could you be a bit more than fine
just once?
After a selection process
that involved half of Britain,
you've somehow stumbled on the perfect one
in age, looks, and breeding.
Or have you managed
to find fault even in perfection?
No.
No, she is undeniably gorgeous.
Those legs.
- Cow.
- [chuckles]
And appropriate.
Well, then
I just wish I'd had more time.
What for?
Well, to find out who she is.
We hardly know one another.
- There'll be time for that later.
- That's what everyone keeps saying.
"There'll be time for that later,
just get on with it."
I concur.
What does you-know-who say?
Depressingly, she's all for it.
Of course she is.
Everyone's all for it
because everyone understands
it's time to finally close this chapter.
To put the whole Parker Bowles
soap opera behind us.
All of us.
For good.
Yes.
Oh, was that a smile?
It will be soon.
Don't fight it.
She's perfect.
She even got the stag, damn her.
It must be written in the stars.
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