The Patient

Dr Willis?

Dr. Willis :

I must have certain undertakings...

Authority over The Patient,

access to him at all times.

Prime Minister Pitt :

You will reside here at Windsor, and 

Parliament will have to be kept informed, 

so you will need to write bulletins.

They must be confident, optimistic.

The Survival of The Government

depends upon it --

....and, Dr Willis, 

You are My Doctor.

Do You Understand?

Dr. Willis :

I'm The King's Doctor, sir.

Prime Minister Pitt :

......it is the same thing.

In here, sir.

Yes.

Dr. Willis :

Do you know, Mr Greville,

the state of Monarchy

and the state of Lunacy,

share a frontier?

Some of my lunatics

fancy themselves kings.

He... is The King.

Where shall his fancy take refuge?

We do not use the word 'lunatic',

sir, in relation to His Majesty.

Dr. Willis :

Oh.....Well, who's to say what's 

'normal' in A King? Hmm?

Deferred to, agreed with,

acquiesced in.

Who can flourish on such a 

daily diet of Compliance?

To be curbed -- stood up-to...

in a word, thwarted....

Exercises the character,

elasticates the spirit,

makes it more pliant --

It's the want of such exercise

that makes rulers rigid.

Sharp, sharp!

The King, The King!

This is The King, sir.

Dr. Willis :

.....Whom I must cure.

Dr. Willis :

...As straight as a ruler,

straight as a ruler

done by a ruler.

And another beside that

until you have

as pretty a ploughed field

this side of Cirencester.

(Willis) I have a farm.

Put us out of our kingdom.

We'd not want for employment.

Give me the management

of 50 acres, and I could do it.

I said...

I have a farm, Your Majesty.

Ahem.

This gentleman, sir,

has made the illness

under which Your Majesty labours

his special study, sir.

A mad doctor, is it?

I'm not mad, just nervous.

I shall endeavour to...

alleviate some

of the inconveniences

from which Your Majesty suffers.

Inconveniences?

Insults.

Assaults.

And salt besides rubbed

into these wounds. Look!

By your dress, sir,

and general demeanour,

I'd say you were

a minister of God.

That's true. I was once

in the service of the church.

Now I practice medicine.

You've quitted a profession

I've always loved

and embraced one

I most heartily detest.

Our saviour went about

healing the sick.

But he had not

Ha ha ha!

Well, that's not bad

for a madman.

I have a hospital

in Lincolnshire.

Lincolnshire.

Yes, I know Lincolnshire.

Fine sheep there.

Admirable sheep.

Pigs, too.

But I know of no hospitals.

My patients work, sir.

They till the soil, cultivate...

and in so doing,

they acquire a better

conceit of themselves.

I'm king of England.

A man can have

no better conceit of himself.

Do you look at me, sir?

I do, sir.

I have you in my eye.

No, I have you in mine.

You're bold, sir.

But by God, I'm bolder.

Don't look at me!

I'm not one of your farmers!

You must behave!

Must? Whose must is this,

your must or my must?

Get away from me,

you bum sucker.

Lincolnshire lick-fingers!

Clean your tongue, sir.

I will not! I'll be a guest

in the graveyard first.

Very well. If Your Majesty 

will not behave, you 

must be restrained.

When felons

were induced to talk,

they were shown first the

instruments of their torture.

The king is shown

the instrument of his

to induce him not to talk.

Well, I won't, I won't.

I won't.

Bring him back. Bring him back!

What are you doing?

This is the king!

Stop.

What are you doing, sir?

No. No. No. No.

This is the king, sir!

This is the king!

Bastard!

I'm The King!

Take Your Hands off Me!

This is The King!

Dr. Willis :

Sit him down. Sit him down.

I'll have your hospital...

(Muffled) 

Help me! Help!

Dr. Willis :

If The King refuses Food,

he will be restrained.

If he claims to have no appetite, 

he will be restrained.

If he swears and indulges

in meaningless discourse...

he will be restrained.

If he throws off his bedclothes,

tears away his bandages,

scratches at his sores,

and does not strive every day

towards his own recovery —

then he must be restrained.

King George III :

I am The King of England!

Dr. Willis :

No, sir!

You are The Patient!

(Queen) 

Not permitted.

Not permitted!

We recommended him,

and still it is not permitted.

None of them know him.

Come, Baker, for heaven's sake