The Madness of King George Page #8

I'm to leave tomorrow.

Yes.

You knew?

It's a pity. You seem

such a promising young man.

Could I, um...

Mr Greville, please.

But...when...

It was what was required,

Mr Greville. That was all.

(Outside) Sharp, sharp!

The king! The king!

Thank you, Thompson.

Madam...

When I was ill,

they tell me that

I said certain things.

I have no memory of them, sir.

Uh, it's not so much

what was said as what was done.

So...

Did we? Did we, uh...

Your Majesty?

Um, did we...

did-did, uh, did we ever

forget ourselves utterly,

because, if we did I should so

like to remember, what, what?

No, sir. Your behaviour

throughout was impeccable.

Hey, hey!

Like the kindest father,

as well as the most

generous of sovereigns.

Good, good.

Mrs King.

Mr King.

You're a good little pudding,

what, what?

It was said,

when you were ill, that...

if you had led a normal life,

this might not have happened.

A normal life?

Other women, sir.

Kicked over the traces,

you mean.

No life is without its regrets.

Yet none is without

its consolations.

You're a good

little woman, Mrs King.

And we have been happy,

have we not?

- Oh, yes, Mr King.

- And shall be again.

Your Majesty, I shall

be in the cathedral,

should the ceremony prove

to be too much of a burden.

You may tell Dr Willis

that the ceremony

will not be such a burden

as the want

of ceremony has been.

Presume not I am as I was.

I'm not the patient.

Be off with you.

Back to your sheep and pigs.

The king is himself again.

We must try to be

more of a family.

There are model farms now,

model villages,

even model factories.

Well, we must be a model family,

for the nation to look to.

Yes, you must try to

be more typical, Fred.

But, Pa, I want

something to do.

Do?

Well, follow in my footsteps.

That's what you should do.

Smile at the people,

wave to them.

Let them see that we're happy.

That is why we're here.

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