:00:00
Sir!
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Thank you, Mrs Cordwell.
:00:10
Look! Look! Look!
:00:25
At last! At last!
:00:29
- Mrs Cordwell...
- This is my husband,
:00:32
come post-haste from Portsmouth.
:00:34
Mrs Cordwell,
:00:35
Captain Cordwell drowned
:00:37
off the Goodwin Sands
three years since.
:00:42
But he is very like.
:00:46
Back to work, Mrs Cordwell.
:00:54
Dr Willis?
:01:03
I must have
certain undertakings...
:01:07
authority over the patient,
:01:08
access to him at all times.
:01:11
You will reside here at Windsor,
:01:13
and Parliament
will have to be kept informed,
:01:16
so you will need
to write bulletins.
:01:19
They must be confident,
:01:20
optimistic.
:01:22
The survival of the government
depends upon it.
:01:28
And, Dr Willis,
:01:30
you are my doctor.
:01:33
Do you understand?
:01:35
I'm the king's doctor, sir.
:01:37
It is the same thing.
:01:47
In here, sir.
:01:54
Yes.
:01:56
Do you know, Mr Greville,
:01:58
the state of monarchy
and the state of lunacy