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hwp Give it me!
Amelia.
Captain Greville, maam...
His Majestys new equerry.
Captain Fitzroy?
Uh...
Could you show me...
Oh, God. Come on, Pa.
Whats that one, Fred?
I discovered the other day
Im... Im bishop of Osnabruck.
Amazing what one is, really.
George!
Crown.
Your Majesty.
Ah, Lord Chancellor.
God, this place is as cold
as a greyhounds nostril.
Lord Chancellor.
Papa!
Ahem.
Papa, Papa!
Lift me up!
Oh, hey. Whats this, madam?
Hey? Ha ha ha.
Tickle, tickle.
Yeah. Ha ha ha.
Right.
The son is unwholesome.
And fatter, always fatter.
Fatter because hes 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. Thats what you want.
Then the people will love you, as they love me.
It is not good, this idleness.
That is why youre getting fat, sir.
Do not be fat, sir. Fight it!
Now whos got that blasted speech?
Stop! Whos got the speech?
- Here, sire. - Lord Chancellor.
- Ready? - Yes.
Well, come on. Lets 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.
Whereas we, George III,
in this year of our Lord
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 hes told, Mr Fox.
Then why not be rid of him?
If a few ramshackle colonists in America
can send him packing, why cant we?
Petitioners for the king!
Petitions for the king!
Present your petition!
Open the gate!
Stay with the line.
Over there. Petitioners.
The petitioners, Your Majesty.
Oh. Yes.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
- The knife! - Seize her!
Hold her, boy!
No. Im not hurt.
His Majesty is unharmed!
Ive a property due to me from the Crown of England.
The poor creatures 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.
Its a fruit knife.
Wouldnt 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.
Youre 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.
What was that?
I was rejoicing, sir, that you are unharmed.
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. Youre my prime minister.
If anything happened to me, youd be out and Mr Fox in.
Theres no danger of that, sir.
Right. Back to Windsor.
George!
Smile, you lazy hound. Its what youre paid for.
Smile and wave. Come on.
Smile and wave.
Everybody, smile and wave.
Smile and wave!
Arthur.
Pas right.
I am getting fatter.
I dont mind that.
Oh? What do you mind?
That the world thinks Im just your mistress.
Thats what I mind.
You shall be queen one day...
the whole bag of tricks.
I am determined.
I just dont 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 hed forgive me, hmm?
You are a sweet...
silly...
creature.
Try, George.
Ha ha ha!
Come on, boy! Come on! Come on!
Pigs!
Come on.
I say, these are fine specimens.
What are they, Tamworths, what?
If it please Your Majesty.
Yes. Oh, yes. Theyre a fine breed.
Theres plenty of meat on them, hey?
Big litter. Show me the youngster.
Yes, thats the one. Yes, I say. Hey, hey.
You know what you are?
Youre a Tamworth.
Are they really?
Well, are they really?
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 were putting in as a professor at Oxford.
Was his father canon of Westminster?
I have no idea, sir.
Yes, yes, Phillips.
Thats 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,
