The Madness of King George

(Child) Give it me!

Amelia.

Captain Greville, ma'am...

His Majesty's new equerry.

Captain Fitzroy?

Uh...

Could you show me...

Oh, God. Come on, Pa.

What's that one, Fred?

I discovered the other day

I'm...I'm bishop of Osnabruck.

Amazing what one is, really.

George!

Crown.

Your Majesty.

Ah, Lord Chancellor.

God, this place is as cold

as a greyhound's nostril.

Lord Chancellor.

(Crying)

(Crying)

Papa!

Ahem.

Papa, Papa!

Lift me up!

Oh, hey. What's this, madam?

Hey? Ha ha ha.

Tickle, tickle.

Yeah. Ha ha ha.

Right.

The son is unwholesome.

And fatter, always fatter.

Fatter because he's not doing,

what?

- Do you know England?

- Yes.

Brighton, Bath, yes.

But you know its mills

and manufactories?

Do you know its farms?

Because I do.

Do you know what they call me?

Farmer George.

- Do you know what that is?

- Impertinent, sir?

No, sir. Love!

Affection.

Admiration! You ought

to marry, sir, settle down.

Yes, grow up.

Good plain woman.

That's what you want.

Then the people will love you,

as they love me.

It is not good, this idleness.

That is why you're

getting fat, sir.

Do not be fat, sir. Fight it!

Now who's got

that blasted speech?

Stop! Who's got the speech?

- Here, sire.

- (King) Lord Chancellor.

- Ready?

- Yes.

Well, come on.

Let's get it over with.

The king commands the members

of this honourable House

to attend His Majesty

in the House of Peers.

Do you enjoy all this flummery,

Mr Pitt?

No, Mr Fox.

Do you enjoy anything, Mr Pitt?

A balance sheet, Mr Fox.

I enjoy a good balance sheet.

(King) Whereas we, George III,

in this year of our Lord 1788

do open this Parliament,

giving notice

that our will and pleasure

is that the following bills

shall be laid

before this House...

A bill for the

regulation of trade

with our possessions

in North America.

Ahem.

Our former possessions

in North America.

A bill for...

You see that the king did not

write his own speech, Mr Pitt.

The king will do as he's told,

Mr Fox.

Then why not be rid of him?

If a few ramshackle colonists

in America

can send him packing,

why can't we?

(Equerry)

Petitioners for the king!

Petitions for the king!

Present your petition!

Open the gate!

Stay with the line.

Over there. Petitioners.

(Cheering)

The petitioners, Your Majesty.

Oh. Yes.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

- The knife!

- Seize her!

(Crowd screams)

(Soldier) Hold her, boy!

No. I'm not hurt.

His Majesty is unharmed!

I've a property due to me

from the Crown of England.

The poor creature's mad.

No, no, no.

Do not hurt her.

I am unhurt.

Give me my property, or England

will be drenched in blood.

Will it, indeed, madam?

Well, not with this.

It's a fruit knife.

Wouldn't cut a cabbage.

Oh.

Ah. Who are you, sir?

Oh, this is Captain Greville,

sir, the new equerry.

Well, you are undressed, sir.

Do yourself up, sir.

You're an equerry,

not a scarecrow.

A property due to me

from the Crown.

You murderous fiend!

Thank God I have you yet.

Do not fuss, madam.

The king has no wound,

just a torn waistcoat.

One would consider that

almost as vexing.

(King) What was that?

I was rejoicing, sir,

that you are unharmed.

(Queen) The son rejoices(!)

The Prince of Wales

rejoices. Huh.

Me, too, Pa.

God save the king... and so on.

Your Majesty!

Aha, Mr Pitt. Well, you had

a lucky escape, what, what?

Aye, Your Majesty.

Yes, you.

You're my prime minister.

If anything happened to me,

you'd be out and Mr Fox in.

There's no danger of that, sir.

Right. Back to Windsor.

George!

Smile, you lazy hound.

It's what you're paid for.

Smile and wave. Come on.

Smile and wave.

Everybody, smile and wave.

(Angrily) Smile and wave!

Arthur.

Pa's right.

I am getting fatter.

I don't mind that.

Oh? What do you mind?

That the world thinks

I'm just your mistress.

That's what I mind.

You shall be queen one day...

the whole bag of tricks.

I am determined.

I just don't want to be thought

a Catholic whore.

George...

If you tried harder

to get on with the king,

you could tell him the truth.

And he'd forgive me, hmm?

(Chuckles)

You are a sweet...

silly...

creature.

Try, George.

Ha ha ha!

Come on, boy!

Come on! Come on!

(squealing)

Pigs!

Come on.

(King) I say,

these are fine specimens.

What are they, Tamworths, what?

If it please Your Majesty.

Yes. Oh, yes.

They're a fine breed.

There's plenty

of meat on them, hey?

(King) Big litter.

Show me the youngster.

Yes, that's the one.

Yes, I say. Hey, hey.

You know what you are?

You're a Tamworth.

Are they really?

Well, are they really?

(King) Hah hah hah

hah hah hah hah!

Married yet,

Mr Pitt, what, what?

No, sir.

Got your eye

on anybody, then, hey?

No, sir.

A man should marry.

Yes, yes.

The best thing I ever did.

And children, you see. Children.

Great comfort.

This fellow we're putting in

as a professor at Oxford.

Was his father canon

of Westminster?

I have no idea, sir.

Yes, yes, Phillips.

That's the father.

This is the son.

And the daughter married the

organist at Norwich Cathedral.

Sharpe. Yes, their

son is the painter.

The other son

is a master at Eton,

he married somebody's niece.

Your Majesty's knowledge of

even the lowliest appointments

never ceases to astonish me.

Ha ha.

(Clock chimes)

What's happened to Mr Fox?

Such a dodger.

Reform!

Too many ideas.

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