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...in which you'll not be fit
to be crowned.
I question your right
to address me in that manner.
- I question your right to mention my father.
Your father honored his obligations
to the crown.
Are you suggesting that I do not?
Your father never thought of himself,
or of his own pleasure.
Your father never forgot he was a king.
By your leave, Your Majesty.
Zapt? Zapt?
What are you doing here?
The 1868, Your Majesty.
You sent for it.
Oh, did I?
- Josef.
- Yes, Your Majesty?
I've had too much to drink.
- You'd better take it back.
- Yes, Your Majesty.
No, wait, wait, we have a guest.
Excellent fellow, Josef. English.
Excellent fellow, Josef,
but he can't drink.
I can drink. I'm the king.
You better go to bed, Josef.
- Good night, Your Majesty.
- Good night.
Sleep well.
Everybody, sleep well.
Everybody sleeps but the king.
Zapt.
Zapt!
- I don't think much of your joke, sir!
- You think it's a joke, do you?
This is no joke, Englishman.
That was quite an evening, wasn't it?
- What happened?
- Josef found him lying here this morning.
You didn't drink
any of this last bottle?
- Not that I know of, no.
- I think you'd know if you had.
- Why? Was it drugged?
- It was.
- Have you sent for a doctor?
- There's none within 10 miles.
A thousand doctors wouldn't take him
to Strelsau. I know the look of it.
He'll not stir for six or seven hours.
But how? Why? Who?
Who else but Michael?
- Michael? His own brother?
- His half brother.
Michael's mother wasn't
exactly acceptable in court circles.
offered to him by the people.
He wants to pose as their savior
from the excesses of an incompetent king.
If he's not crowned today,
he'll never be crowned.
Englishman, I am much older than you.
As a man grows old,
Fate sent you here.
- Fate sends you now to Strelsau.
- What?
I'd wager without your moustache,
you could deceive your own brother.
- Oh, you're out of your mind.
- It's a risk, yes...
...against a certainty.
My dear colonel, I came here
on a fishing trip. I like to fish.
I'm an ordinary Englishman.
I couldn't begin to act like a king, even
if I tried. I wouldn't deceive anybody.
What are you smiling at?
It conjures up quite a picture, doesn't it?
The cathedral crowded to the doors...
...the organ booming,
I kneel to be crowned.
Then your friend Michael
steps forward and shouts:
"That isn't the king. That's an Englishman
named Rudolf Rassendyll!"
Oh, no, I'm sorry, gentlemen.
Then Michael sits on the throne tonight,
and the king lies in prison or his grave.
After all, it... It would only
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