King Charles III

# Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine

# Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine

# Et lux perpetua luceat ei

# Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine

At last.

I needed room for thought to breathe.

My life has been a lingering for the throne.

Sometimes I must confess I imagined if my mother happ'ed to die

before her time - a helicopter crash, a rare disease.

So, at an early age, I'd be in charge.

Before me, years of constant, stable rule...

..but I am better thoughtful Prince than King.

Potential holds appeal, since in its castle walls

one is protected from the awful shame of failure.

My wond'rous Charles, you did her proud,

for, as she would have liked, you never showed your pain.

My whole existence has, like most of us,

been built upon the ones who gave me birth.

And now they're gone. That's it.

First Dad. Now Mum.

I'm alone.

Except for me.

Ah, you're radiant.

'Tis your gift, my dear, it's what you've brought to us -

a sense of fashion.

Better hair, as well.

I never thought I'd see her pass away.

I felt the same.

How are you, Dad? For soon, at last, you will be King.

Not soon. Three months.

Your father rules today.

I thought the coronation marked the change.

Well, you're right - officially, that is the case.

But Britain cannot stand without a king or queen

for all the months it takes to organise a coronation.

But surely, constitutionally speaking...

Oh sweet, my dear, we have no constitution.

Instead tradition holds us to account.

Tradition, then... Tradition holds that on the death of kings,

or Queens, the next is monarch straight away.

Your father ruled the moment granny passed.

I might head off. If that's OK.

Why?

Headache.

You really have to go?

It's not...

I mean, the whole...

I can't deal with all the chat. The people.

It's important, Harry.

Yeah - the headache, though.

We'll go and mingle with the crowds.

A single round should be sufficient, then we're at the palace, yes?

But, Dad, you're shaken up.

Perhaps we should take time to talk?

I'm sorry, it must wait - James wants us now.

The Prime Minister's waiting.

We'll see you later on.

All right.

Prime Minister.

Sincere condolences upon your loss.

A loss, I think, that all her subjects share.

Of course. We miss our Queen.

Your Majesty may not recall - we did decide for public reassurance

that you would leave with Mr Evans at your side,

the Crown and State, Prime Minister and King.

Ah... Now we're here, I feel instead that I should remain...

aloft from politics, and walk with royals alone.

I'm sure Prime Minister will understand.

Of course.

I'll go right now and... clear the way.

Such equal billing was a joy when Prince.

To share the stage did spread attention out -

but now I'll rise to how things have to be.

The Queen is dead,

long live the King.

That's me.

Blow Your Mind by Dua Lipa

Come on, mate, it's better than moping about, eh?

There's a whole world of opportunity right there.

Yeah.

'sup, G?

You look like you've been raped by Primark.

Yeah, I had to blend in.

Thought I'd bag you a bona fide commoner as a surprise.

She'll be here in a minute.

She's, erm, distinctive.

You should take your mind off things, you could, er...

Coots! ..do a pleb.

Yeah. Knob a prole. Look, I'm not in the mood.

Approach a subject from a different angle, yeah?

Here she is!

Jessica!

You're not joking, then. Invictus himself!

Er, yeah, look...

So is Charles really your dad? Or was it the other one?

The other one?

Hewlitt. Hewitt.

Cos you're very ginger.

If you haven't done a test yet, then maybe you should,

cos if Hewlitt was your dad instead,

you'd be out of the family, wouldn't you?

Er, what?

Free of it at last.

Free of it?! Dear, oh, dear.

And why - why would I want to be free of it?

Cos you hate it. Don't you?

No. Not a clue!

He seriously doesn't, darling.

Yeah.

Ever since you left the army, it's been all schmooze, Africa, sport.

Very worthy but it screams lack of direction - and clearly,

you hope it'll make you happy. But it doesn't. Does it?

You're part of this big thing, but you don't get anything back.

Just the drunken uncle.

It's a trap for you, isn't it?

Your family.

Er, what-what should I do, then?

I think it's time for you to tap out, darling.

No, no, Coottsey...

Spencer. Someone wants you at the bar.

Mate, you realise she's probably a socialist?

No, no. Come on. Not wanted!

So? What-What should I do?

You really want to know?

Shall I be mother?

Thank you, yes, that's kind.

Good then, erm, how shall we begin?

Er, today I thought we might commence by talking of a bill

about to land upon your desk that seeks the royal approval.

Yes? What bill do you mean?

To limit future growth and mass expanse of runways.

What environmental checks... You must excuse me,

much as this wants our attention,

I had assumed we'd start with, erm, something else.

Well, of course. Whichever subject you would like.

Your bill concerning privacy,

which sets restriction on the freedom of the press.

The regulation of the press we feel is overdue...

Yes - I've, er, read the bill.

Well, erm...

Good.

You like this law?

I absolutely do.

You yourself must know the lasting wounds the press inflict.

Unproven accusations, photographs obtained by theft,

are daily 'splayed as front page news.

You do not think a principle is here at stake?

There's something vital to our sense of freedom is being risked.

Your Majesty,

of course I understand that view, and have myself considered

where the balance lay, but there is opinion that something must be done.

The law is what your people want.

They want the leaders they elected

standing up and making choices they themselves cannot.

They pay their taxes well, so we - or you -

may take the time to study hard and make the right decision on the day.

I know. I have -

and this is what we think.

I have to say it does surprise

that with the great intrusion they have made into your life,

you'd have them left untouched like this.

What of the pack of wolves that mercilessly did hunt to death

your late and much missed wife?

That's bold. So soon in our relationship.

What's bold?

To utilise Diana.

I'm sorry.

But, in fact, it's rare

to have to justify the passing of a law like this.

I would have thought of all the victims,

you'd feel the strongest something must be done.

As a man, a father, husband, yes, I do.

But that's not who we are when sat with you in here.

Not just am I defender of the faith,

but in addition I protect this country's unique force

and way of life.

Politically our sway and influence are in decline

but still we demonstrate the way a just society should work -

judiciary, democracy and more - a low corruption rate.

All those who hold the strings held to account themselves in turn.

Your Majesty - thanks.

I understand and say I will, if opportunity transpires,

make sure I take your views into account.

Perhaps we should move on to other things.

It is the law on privacy that holds concern.

And so I ask you tell me what, as my Prime Minister, you do intend.

The law is made, and passed. It is too late.

My views, to you, mean nothing, then?

Your views mean much,

but on this subject, yes. I disagree.

The public vote to choose the members of their parliament,

and that's where decisions will be made.

Not in this room between the two of us.

Then our weekly meeting's done.

I should apologise if I've caused offence -

I simply wanted to explain my view.

And so you have. We'll meet next week.

You recognise my guest.

Mr Evans.

I reasoned thus - in case there did arise an accusation