King Charles III Page #2

Your Majesty - thanks.

I understand and say I will,

if opportunity transpires,

make sure I take your views

into account.

Perhaps we should move on

to other things.

It is the law on privacy

that holds concern.

And so I ask you tell me what,

as my Prime Minister, you do intend.

The law is made, and passed.

It is too late.

My views, to you,

mean nothing, then?

Your views mean much,

but on this subject, yes.

I disagree.

The public vote to choose the

members of their parliament,

and that's where decisions

will be made.

Not in this room

between the two of us.

Then our weekly meeting's done.

I should apologise

if I've caused offence -

I simply wanted to explain my view.

And so you have.

We'll meet next week.

You recognise my guest.

Mr Evans.

I reasoned thus - in case there did

arise an accusation

that my vision here

of left and right

was being tilted

out of proper balance,

I will from now on make sure

each week

I have the usual half an

hour with my good Prime Minister,

but then give equal time

for Leader of the Opposition, too.

Mr Evans is a man of principle.

But he does not like me,

and has made explicit that

he will not change a single thing

in light of what I say.

And if this is the case,

then, erm, what am I?

My mother gained respect

from what she'd seen.

The Blitz... She sat with Churchill,

and met all the most important

figures of her years.

But what am I?

It may not be too late

to stop the law.

But when I sign the bill...

If you sign the bill.

For surely that requirement

remains your choice.

A ceremonial right, not one to use.

I hate to differ,

but I think this strikes the heart

of why we have a Queen - or King.

They are the check and

balance of our land.

I've long believed that we could

never see a Nazi party

making British laws

because the reigning monarch

then would stand his ground

and, being head of state,

refuse to sign -

refuse to let the country

lose democracy,

and, doing so, provoke revolt.

It's not our place.

Would do more harm than good.

Then not important.

Write your name in ink,

and un-amended let it into law.

Thank you, er, Mrs Stevens.

Your Majesty.

# I who have died am alive again

# Today

This is the birth day of life

and wings.

RAP MUSIC PLAYS:

Hey, you're lucky -

she doesn't usually put out much.

Oh, yeah, actually we,

we haven't done anything like that,

just went out, had fun, so... Yeah!

All right, too late for tea.

Got a seminar. Right.

Good to meet you.

I'm Robert. Bob. What's your name?

Harry.

Harry. Right. Bye.

Hey!

Erm, I was just...making some tea.

Er, I'll, er, get the milk.

You all right?

Yeah, great. Really great.

God, can you believe it?

What?

Everything we did last night.

Wetherspoons. Bowling.

Dans Le Noir.

The restaurant where you eat

in the pitch black!

They thought I was an estate agent.

THEY LAUGH:

This whole life!

I want more.

No-one's stopping you.

A night, yeah,

but I can't do this with my life!

Why not?

It's not what I was born into.

Then change it.

The world you were born into

was paid for

by those people in Wetherspoons.

You take money from their hard work

and you spend it on planes,

and palaces,

and, in your case,

flights to Las Vegas.

It's not your money to spend.

Have you been to Las Vegas?

It looks boring.

Yeah! Yeah, it is, actually.

My mate Dee, she had her baby

in this crap hospital.

Shared ward,

pissed-off midwife, 20 mums.

She puts on the TV,

and what does she see?

Kate, your sister-in-law,

with her perfect baby,

outside her private hospital.

Dee was like,

"I paid for that. My taxes."

You're very beautiful.

Don't patronise me -

listen to what I'm saying. I am -

I know what you're saying,

and I agree with it,

but I'm adding, in addition,

that you're beautiful, as well.

You know Bob wants nothing less

than the abolition of the monarchy.

Yeah, well, he should be more

open minded.

Well, imagine what he'd say

if I got off with you.

Do you want to?

What? Get off with me?

Harry, I hate everything

you stand for.

Yeah, I know.

Right, then.

Yeah. It's, it's just, you really

look like you want to kiss me.

Yeah, well, I don't.

This is a mistake.

KNOCKING AT DOOR

Forgot his keys, probably.

Wait, wait!

Yes?

Your Highness.

Oh.

Apologies for interrupting.

James Cadbury Reiss,

press advisor to the palace. May I?

This is Jessica.

Hi. Charmed.

Your Highness.

Your grandmother,

the Queen, recently passed away.

The country's in a position very

few people have experienced before.

This is perhaps the most unstable

moment the royal family will face.

So...? So, perhaps a conversation

should be had about...

..timing.

Your security are waiting outside.

Goodbye.

SHE SCOFFS:

Wow.

That, there, is why I'm never

getting off with you again.

Yeah.

I understand.

SHE SIGHS:

KEYS RATTLE:

Can I call you?

Yeah.

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

It's good of you to come

and see us here.

It's so important

that we meet like this.

Especially now.

That as a family we have

this time to talk.

Excuse me.

DOOR CLOSES:

When offered what he's wanted for

so long,

I thought Dad would seize the moment

and renew, to go greet the people.

Instead, he stays inside,

just reading books and bills.

It isn't what I'd hoped.

Then why not talk to him?

Oh, Lord.

Oh...you're William and Kate.

They said I was to wait here

and soon the King would join.

They didn't mention you were settled

here, as well. I'll, erm...

HE CLEARS HIS THROA I'll quickly go sit elsewhere.

But, sir - you look so pale,

distraught, you must sit down.

I'd rather that

than have you faint.

You're kind to me.

So sudden? What's the cause?

You will forgive me if I do not give

detail of my conference.

It is a matter of some...delicacy.

But if it causes such distress...?

Of course, we understand,

and will not press on you.

Perhaps some water?

Thanks.

Must be something virulent

indeed that does affect

the King as strongly

as Prime Minister.

Perhaps it is an illness

passing round?

No illness, Duchess, no,

a matter that need only trouble

him and I for now.

Please tell me what.

Perhaps I might...

relieve the

harshness of this mystery sore.

In reading here,

you mustn't tell a soul

what's written -

or not written - by the King.

Dear Mr Evans, water,

fetched and got by careful hand

of Prince of Wales.

Thank you.

But, Kate, what on that paper

makes that look

which from experience

I know tends doom and fury

from your normally

soft and poised face?

I take it this is not a fake?

It's not...for Charles

has marked it there himself,

and I as people's leader

come to say this will not stand.

He must allow this bill to pass,

both signed and unamended.

But, William,

why would your father interfere

so crassly in the affairs of state?

My husband, what say you?

Nothing.

Say more,

for nothing comes of nothing said.

My father's King.

He may have reason that we do not

know or understand, as yet -

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