The Crown

In seeking his British nationalization, His Royal Highness.

Prince Philip of Greece and of Denmark

- renounces his Greek nationality... - Here, sir.

And all foreign titles.

And, from henceforth, he will be known as Lieutenant Philip Mountbatten, Royal Navy.

And here.

Philip Mountbatten...

I...

I...

I...

I grant you and the heirs, male of your body,

lawfully begotten, the dignities of Baron Greenwich,

Earl of Merioneth and Duke of Edinburgh.

And Knight Companion

of our Most Noble Order of the Garter.

- Congratulations. - Thank you, sir.

- Well done. - Thank you.

Yes.

And?

They got through it. I got through it.

I think they'd have preferred a nice, pink-faced marquis

with a grouse moor in the Scottish Borders.

Are you sure you wouldn't have preferred one of those?

Someone with a grand title, rather than a homeless Charlie Kraut?

No.

- Oh. - That would have all been very antiseptic.

Must you really smoke? You know how I hate it.

Pity. Because I love it so very much.

But, like a great many other things, I'm going to give it all up for you.

Well, you still have 24 hours to change your mind.

You think I can change my mind after all that?

No. Too late.

- I've signed myself away. - Or won the greatest prize on Earth.

That's certainly what they think.

Sir.

It's what I think, too.

Watch out.

See you tomorrow.

Try and get some sleep.

You too.

A naval officer's stag night? Chance would be a fine thing.

Thank you.

Question for you both.

Spot of blood in my spittle yesterday morning.

- Ought I be concerned? - Well, I'm not a doctor, sir.

- If it's just specks, sir... - It was.

It's probably just the cold weather. Gets right to the back of the throat.

Cold weather. That's what I thought.

The carriage will be cold too, Peter.

I've arranged for there to be hot water bottles, sir.

Oh, well done.

Oh, for Christ's sakes, James!

You're making bloody hard going out of this collar!

- Sorry, sir. Nearly there. - You're doing it on purpose!

Now, sir, we're not going to let something as small as a collar agitate us, are we?

No, thank you, James. Sir, eyes front. Chin up.

There was a young lady named Sally,

who enjoyed the occasional dally,

she sat on the lap of a well-endowed chap

and cried, "Sir! You're right up my alley!"

Right.

There was an old Countess of Bray,

and...

you may think it odd when I say

that despite her high station, rank and education...

Your Majesty.

She always spelled cunt with a K.

Shall we?

You look beautiful.

You'll be fine.

All right.

Here we go.

Slow down.

Are we the last?

- Yes, sir. - Good.

- Come along, Winston. - Wait, wait, wait.

Now!

Has Winston no shame?

It's a royal wedding, not a campaign trail.

He's outrageous.

But you have to admire him.

There's poor old Attlee. He's our prime minister.

- No one got up for him. - Yeah.

No, no.

Winston still thinks he's the father of the nation.

This whole thing's Mountbatten's triumph. He engineered it all.

The man who gave away India.

Dearly beloved,

we are gathered together here in the sight of God,

and in the face of this congregation,

to join together this man and this woman

in holy matrimony.

Who giveth this woman to be married to this man?

- I, Philip... - I, Philip...

take thee, Elizabeth Alexandra Mary.

Take thee, Elizabeth Alexandra Mary.

You know why his three sisters aren't here?

- They're all married to Nazis! - Do shut up!

Prominent Nazis!

I, Elizabeth Alexandra Mary...

I, Elizabeth Alexandra Mary...

take thee, Philip...

take thee, Philip...

to my wedded husband.

To my wedded husband.

To have and to hold...

To have and to hold...

To have and to hold...

from this day forward...

from this day forward...

- for better, for worse... - for better, for worse...

- for richer, for poorer... - for richer, for poorer...

- in sickness and in health... - in sickness and in health...

to love, to cherish, and to obey.

- "Obey"? - She insisted.

It was discussed.

And obey.

To love and cherish and obey...

- till death us do part. - Till death us do part.

- Sheer perfection. - Your Highness...

You have to hand it to her. It's quite a victory.

There wasn't a single person supported the match.

Not a single ally at Court or in government.

Yet here we all are.

Utterly divine. May we have the groom's family, please?

She turned us all on our heads.

And barely opened her mouth in the process.

- You overestimate her. - You underestimate her.

Well, in the past 48 hours, reality has sunk in.

With Philip's family.

Would you look at the mother?

- Just out of a sanatorium, I heard. - And dressed as a nun.

- Are we ready? One... - A Hun nun.

- Ein, zwei, drei. -

Gutte schön.

To me, please. Are we ready?

Quite magnificent. Thank you, thank you.

Your Majesties?

That's quite charming. Are we ready?

Thank you.

- What's that? - This present is from me.

- Can I open it? - Mm-hm.

Oh, Papa!

If your...

marriage is as happy as mine has been,

I don't want you to miss a single thing.

Lilibet? They're waiting.

Thank you.

Put it in.

- Bertie? - Are you ready?

Everyone ready? Margaret?

- Sir. - Thank you.

Thank you.

We want the king! We want the king!

Row! Row you, bastards!

Everyone inside. We're starting now.

Thank you so much for coming. Oh, good, you're here!

Right, come on, you two, inside. Can't start without you.

- Boys, come on. - Yes, ma'am.

Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen, pray silence for Her Royal Highness, Princess Elizabeth.

Thank you, Martin.

As I'm sure you all know,

my dear husband will soon no longer be Lieutenant Mountbatten

- but Lieutenant-Commander Mountbatten. -

- - Thank you very much.

Which, I gather, involves a whole new gold ring for me to sew onto your uniform!

Half a gold ring, darling. Half a gold ring, gentlemen.

So I've asked the two most important people here to do the presentation.

Hello? Charteris. Yes?

- Ah. -

Very good.

There we are. Good boy, Charles, well done!

- Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. -

Important call from London, ma'am.

Charles! Anne!