Madfabulous

I was born a good story.

And I'll be remembered for blowing the family fortune

whilst dancing in jewels.

But it was never about the money.

Treat his Lordship as you would his father, the Marquess.

- He is the now head of this household. - Yes, sir.

- Oh, and Ffion. - Sir?

Keep this key safe.

Lily!

The swell is unusually gentle.

Never underestimate the Swellies!

- The Swellies! - The Swellies!

Indeed.

What was it Nelson said?

The man who can navigate the Menai Strait...

- Can navigate the world. - Quite!

Quite.

And here she comes.

- Don't run. - Good grief!

Lily.

Oh, there he is!

When you've seen one lord, you've seen them all.

Good afternoon, my Lord. Welcome to Anglesey Castle.

I'm the butler. Your father liked to call me Gelert.

My Lord, this is your aunt, Lady Chetwynd.

My Lord.

Is that Parisian fashion?

Your Lordship, Neville... Neville Fitzroy.

It is my pleasure and privilege

to assist you as you acclimatise to your new life here.

Lily.

We are cousins.

Gelert said I was to isolate.

Hence my use of protection, sir. Gelert doesn't know it all.

This is Wales.

The weather can be brutal, like the people.

Sea air is good for the chest.

Henry. Henry?

The bark...

is soft.

Big.

Big tree.

- Stop! Stop! Stop! - Whoa!

Hello!

Come here, I'm so proud of you.

My Lord, are you perhaps thinking that the scullery

is perhaps a more appropriate location for washing your dog?

- Queenie's too delicate for cold water! - Oh.

Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay

Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay

Fa-la De-jay-de

Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay...

News from Father? He didn't respond to my letter.

My Lord, your father is the Fourth Marquess of Anglesey.

- He is heavily committed with his... - Third wife?

My Lord.

Surely he'll want to see me?

I wish to visit him.

Without invitation, it is not done.

Here, a handkerchief, sir.

Do you have a father?

I had the privilege of a childhood...

spent in the orphanage, sir.

So, Gelert isn't your real name?

Oh no, sir, your father named me after a dog.

Where's Lily?

Loneliness will kill me.

Miss Lily takes her meals privately

with Lady Chetwynd and her family.

Allow me, sir.

Very sensible to avoid alcohol, my Lord,

in the interest of my Lordship's health.

There you are my Lord.

It's time for your tonic.

- And what about Queenie? - Oh, strong as Zeus, my Lord.

Thanks partly to the finest cuts from Your Lordship's plate.

Oh, Lady Chetwynd, Mr Neville, and Miss Lily will be joining you for tea.

Thank you very much.

Perhaps not, though.

Yes!

Oh!

A feast worthy of Marie Antoinette.

Very good, my Lord.

Is your mother still alive, Fifi?

Yes, sir. I'm gonna visit her on Sunday.

You should take her a present.

Here, have this. She'll love it!

- Time for you to get dressed... - Gelert darling, order another teapot.

Very well, my Lord.

Be gracious.

- This is his property. - He wouldn't force us onto the streets.

- Worry not, Mama, he seems fun! - Hmm.

Tea, then we shall leave the gentlemen to their business.

Oh, what gentlemen they are!

Indeed.

Hello.

Hmm... Gelert.

- Do sit down, Neville. - Miss Lily.

My Lady.

He's late.

It is most irregular.

Hello!

Oh!

Afternoon!

With the dog?

This is Queenie.

- Oh, Lord! - You are well acquainted, Neville.

Queenie! She's so cute!

Teal

Oh, allow me, my Lord.

No! Fifi...

One lump or two, dear?

What?

- Nothing, my Lord. - Okay.

Hello.

May I... advise you on your next frock?

Tea, Neville?

Ridiculous creature!

- Is she hurt? - What have you done, Neville?

Are you okay, Queenie?

Fine, that's enough! Come on, I'll look after you.

Bloody family!

Lily. Lily!

I thought you were going to be such a stiff.

Why?

Because everyone is.

Don't go back there. Stay with me.

There's a whole world of fun to be had besides embroidery.

Who said I like embroidery?

I'm going to call you "Toppy".

What?

Toppy.

But this was His Lordship's first social engagement in Britain, sir.

And the last in this reckless fashion.

Thankfully it was only family exposed to the circus,

but I shall inform the Lord Paget there is much work to be done.

It is I who have been formally charged with the protection of His Lordship.

You'll be relieved to hear your generous rump hasn't hurt Queenie.

- Sir... - So you may sleep soundly tonight.

Sir, if you will...

your papa has entrusted me

with the broadening of your cultural horizons.

What does that mean?

Your Lordship, Mr Neville has been briefed by your father, the Marquess,

to represent the family in supporting your transition to public life.

- Father trusts you? - Implicitly.

And given today's antics, we should start forthwith.

Walk with me.

- Bien sûr! - My Lord.

Your forefathers are responsible

for building the Empire with loyalty, industry and self-sacrifice.

I shall commission one of ma mère.

Your mama is not of this lineage.

- Blanche birthed the next marquess. - As your duty is to your papa...

you must learn to behave as a lord,

and respectfully evoke these great men, upon whose shoulders we stand.

I am already one of these, Neville, and not only by blood.

Look at the way they pose, their costumes, theatricality.

I already know them, because...

I am of them.

Sir's decorum is sadly lacking.

To be born of the ruling classes is to accept a rare responsibility.

- Decorum never ruled the world. - No, wealth does!

Money.

- And if I spent it all? - You couldn't if you tried, sir.

Is that a challenge, Neville?

- Damn it! - What the...

God!

Be careful of Blanche!

You cannot serve tea to the staff,

don your mother's frock in public, and carry this.

It is not done!

Whatever I wear, sir,

I am still heir to this illustrious dynasty.

Clothing changes nothing.

Now, come on.

On with the tour.

- Gelert, darling. - Yes, my Lord?

I dreamt an idea to tempt father.

Unfortunately, my Lord, your father has been dedicated...

Would he miss an opportunity to meet his tenants en masse?

For my 21st, let's invite the islanders here for a picnic.

The entire island?

- Order every ampule available. - Very well, sir.

And rouge.

No need to look like shit just because one feels it.

- Of course not, sir. - Into bed, then.

There we are.

- What would I do without you? - Well...

- someone would come along. - I'm sorry. Really, I am.

Why did my father name you Gelert?

Once upon a time, a Welsh prince, Llewelyn,

had a much-loved dog, Gelert.

And, well, they always went hunting together.

Until one day, an heir was born,

and then Llewellyn went hunting on his own,

leaving Gelert to watch over the baby.

One night, on his return, the prince found an upturned cradle

and Gelert smeared with blood.

Convinced that he'd killed the child,