PITT   Better than he was?

THURLOW   No. Better. The ‘What, what?’ is back, the ‘Hey, hey’. Come.
Incredulity on Pitt’s and Dundas’s faces as they follow Thurlow down the corridor, gradually breaking into a run.

INT. WESTMINSTER. HOUSE OF COMMONS. DAY.

An MP is on his feet speaking.

MP   No one, Mr Speaker, entertains a higher regard for His Majesty than I do. But we cannot close our eyes to the fact that His Majesty has been overtaken by a terrible and, I fear, long-lasting illness that seems immune to all forms of medical treatment.
As he drones on, we see the word pass along the benches that the King is outside and MPs begin to leave rapidly. Fox stands up and looks over to the gallery, where the Prince of Wales, not having heard the news, is puzzled. Then someone whispers to him and he too rushes out.

INT. WESTMINSTER. HOUSE OF COMMONS LOBBY. DAY.

Pandemonium as MPs rush through the Lobby, pushing and shoving and trying to get out into the courtyard, the Prince of Wales and Fox among them.

EXT. WESTMINSTER. COURTYARD. DAY.

As the MPs spill out into the courtyard we see the curtains of the coach drawn back. Thurlow opens the door and Willis comes round to hand out the King. The Prince of Wales forces his way through the crowd and shrinks back in despair at the sight of the recovered King, who is just gathering himself together before he addresses the MPs, now suddenly silent, waiting to see if he is indeed better.

KING   (haltingly, but with growing confidence) I … we … are touched by the concern shown by our most loyal subjects and are very happy to be amongst you all again. Be assured that now that our strength has returned, we will once more take up the reins of government.
A pause. The courtyard erupts to shouts of ‘Long live the King’, etc. The King turns to Willis.
How was that, lads? Not bad, eh, what, what?
The King is surrounded by jubilant MPs, as the Prince of Wales swoons.

EXT. WINDSOR. COURTYARD. DAY.

The King’s carriage arrives back at Windsor as all the castle servants cheer.

PAPANDIEK   Your Majesty! Sharp, sharp. The King, the King.

ALL   The King, the King!

AMELIA   Papa, Papa!

KING   Oh, Amelia.

ADOLPHUS   Pa, you’re back, you’re back. Come with me, come with me, Mama is in the garden.

EXT. WINDSOR. TERRACE/GARDEN. DAY.

We see the Queen approach the King, curtsy and kiss his hand.

INT. WINDSOR. KING’S APARTMENTS. DRAWING ROOM. DAY.

QUEEN   Two hours late. He does this on purpose. He knows it is his lateness that always drives you mad.
She claps her hand over her mouth at this faux pas, but the King is unperturbed.

KING   Fear not. I shall strike a note of reconciliation. Love, that is the keynote.

FITZROY   Their Royal Highnesses, Your Majesty.

KING   (to Duke of York) Fred.

DUKE OF YORKPa.

KING   George.