GNO Dir's Draft 03_11_10 Script
GNO Dir's Draft 03_11_10 Script
GNO Dir's Draft 03_11_10 Script
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She holds his gaze. Smiles.<br />
ELIZABETH<br />
Quite the prince char--<br />
LANDLORD<br />
OI! Pipe down. Everybody.<br />
The Landlord fine tunes a dial on a large radio.<br />
He cranks up the volume. The last few bars of the National<br />
Anthem echo into the pub.<br />
A crackly VOICE fills the room. A voice not unfamiliar to<br />
Elizabeth’s ears. Her eyes widen.<br />
KING (V.O.)<br />
Today we give thanks to Almighty<br />
God for a great deliverance.<br />
Surrounded by my dear family, I am<br />
speaking to you from London. Our<br />
empire’s oldest capital city.<br />
Elizabeth gazes round.<br />
The pub has fallen silent. Her father has the attention of<br />
the entire bar. They all hang on his every word.<br />
KING (V.O.)<br />
War battered, but never for one<br />
moment daunted or dismayed. I ask<br />
you to join with me in this act of<br />
thanksgiving. Let us remember too<br />
those who will not come back, the<br />
men and women in all the Services<br />
who have laid down their lives --<br />
Jack shakes his head, disgusted. Something’s touched a nerve.<br />
JACK<br />
The King. What the bloody hell does<br />
he know about it? Spent his war in<br />
a sodding ivory tower. Nice work if<br />
you can get it.<br />
A CANADIAN SOLDIER, sitting behind spins round.<br />
CANADIAN SOLDIER<br />
Whaddya just say, fella?<br />
Jack stands, raises a glass. Shouting, he drowns out the<br />
broadcast.<br />
38.
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