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Bertie valiantly tries to make sense of his new dispatch box filled with state papers, seated at his desk. It is late at night.
Elizabeth enters, in night clothes.
BERTIE
I’m trying to familiarise myself
with what a state paper looks like.
He picks up a series of papers.
BERTIE (CONT’D)
A despatch from Mr Baldwin which I
don’t understand a word of. David’s
finances. The Christmas broadcast -
I think that might be a mistake.
ELIZABETH
Don’t do it then.
BERTIE
Plans for the Coronation - I think
that’s an even bigger mistake. I’m
not a King. I’m a naval officer.
Its the only thing I know about.
And Bertie breaks down; fierce, wracking sobs.
Elizabeth speaks softly, with growing strength, having already accepted and adapted to the situation.
ELIZABETH
Dear, dear man... I refused your
first two marriage proposals, not
because I didn’t love you, but
because I couldn’t bear the royal
cage. Could bear the idea of a life
of tours and public duties, a life
that no longer was really to be my
own. Then I thought...he stammers
so beautifully...they’ll leave us
alone.
She takes his anguished face in her hands tenderly.
ELIZABETH (CONT’D)
But if I must be Queen, I intend be
a very good Queen. Queen to a very
great King indeed.