PITT   There have been questions in the House, sir.
This causes the King to be suddenly lucid, though he quickly loses control again.

KING   Parliament … do nothing, Mr Pitt. I am not mad. I can’t see. There is a mist. Oh, the Queen, missed, oh, oh, missed her, gone gone gone gone …

PITT   The doctors thought it best, sir.

KING   (instantly more agitated) Doc doc doc doctors doctortures doctormentors doctalk doctalk talk talk talk talk.
The King is howling helplessly and he takes Greville’s hand and puts it over his mouth to stop him talking, while clutching his incontinent behind and motioning them to take him away.

GREVILLE   Come, sir, I’ll hold you, sir, I’ll hold you.
To the distaste of Fitzroy and the horror of Pitt, the King lowers his breeches and squats miserably against the wall, moaning to himself. Pitt and Fitzroy withdraw; Greville holds the King’s hand for a little while before he too withdraws and the King is left alone. Over this wretched, moaning figure we hear, out of view, the imperturbable voice of Pitt addressing the House of Commons.

PITT   (out of view) Honourable members would, I am sure, like to know that I saw His Majesty yesterday, and the only symptoms of his disorder were a tendency to repeat himself and a wandering from one topic to another … a characteristic that is shared by most of the converse of polite society, which if judged severely would warrant the consignment to Bedlam of many in this House.

INT. WESTMINSTER. HOUSE OF COMMONS. DAY.

Laughter.

SPEAKER   Mr Fox.

FOX   Mr Pitt’s consoling pleasantries should not deceive the House. The King is incapacitated.
Shouts of ‘No, no.’
There are those who say he has lost his reason.
Uproar.
Shouts of ‘Nonsense,’ ‘No.’
In which case I propose that a Bill be drawn up to make the
Prince of Wales Regent.
More uproar. Shouts of ‘Close the doors.’

SPEAKER   Order, order. The motion before this House is that a Bill be speedily drawn up to appoint the Prince of Wales Regent of this Kingdom. The House will divide.

INT. WESTMINSTER. HOUSE OF COMMONS. LOBBY. DAY.

The MPs are queuing up to vote. Fox is talking to the Prince of Wales and the Duke of York.

FOX   Thank you, thank you, gentlemen. Sir, I must vote.

PRINCE OF WALES   Charles, for the life of me I can’t see why they need to vote. The King is incapable. We know it. They know it.
Fox looks at the MPs waiting to vote.