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(KING GEORGE V| COUGHING)

(COUGHING CONTINUES)

(SPITS)

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

(TOILET FLUSHES)

(MAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

MAN: In seeking his British nationalization,
His Royal Highness,

Prince Philip of Greece and of Denmark,

-renounces his Greek nationality.
-MAN 1: Here, sir.

And all foreign titles.

And from henceforth, he will be known as
Lieutenant Philip Mountbatten, Royal Navy.

MAN 1: And here.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

KING GEORGE VI: Philip Mountbatten,

(GASPS FOR BREATH)

(STUTTERS)L.

(GRUNTS)

"I grant you and the heirs, male of your body,

"lawfully begotten,

"the dignities of Baron Greenwich,

"Earl of Merioneth

"and Duke of Edinburgh.

"And Knight Companion

"of our Most Noble Order of the Garter."

(SIGHS)

Congratulations.

-PH|L|P: Thank you, sir.
-(lNDlSTlNCT CONVERSATIONS)

-Well done.
-Thank you.

MAN: Yes.

ELIZABETH: And?

They got through it. I got through it.

I think they'd have preferred
a nice, pink-faced marquis

with a grouse moor in the Scottish Borders.

Are you sure you wouldn't have preferred
one of those?

Someone with a grand title,
rather than a homeless Charlie Kraut?

No.

-Oh.
-That would have all been very antiseptic.

-EL|ZABETH: Must you really smoke?
-Hmm.

You know how I hate it.

Pity. Because I love it so very much.

But, like a great many other things,

-l'm going to give it all up for you.
-MAN: Sir.

Well, you still have 24 hours
to change your mind.

You think I can change my mind
after all that?

No. Too late.

-l've signed myself away.
-Or won the greatest prize on Earth.

That's certainly what they think.

MAN: Sir.

(ELIZABETH SIGHS)

It's what I think, too.

(WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Watch out.

(ELIZABETH GRUNTING SOFTLY)

(CHUCKLING SOFTLY)

See you tomorrow.

Try and get some sleep.

You, too.

A naval officer's stag night?
Chance would be a fine thing.

Thank you.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

Question for you both.

Spot of blood in my spittle
yesterday morning.

-(STUTTERS) Ought I be concerned?
-Well, I'm not a doctor, sir.

If it's just specks, sir...

It was.

It's probablyjust the cold weather.
Gets right to the back of the throat.

Cold weather. That's what I thought.

The carriage will be cold, too, Peter.

I've arranged for there
to be hot water bottles, sir.

Oh. Well done.

Hmm.

(JAMES GRUNTING)

(STRAINING)

Oh, for Christ's sakes, James!

You're making it bloody hard
going out of this collar!

-Sorry, sir. Nearly there.
-You're doing it on purpose!

Now, sir, we're not going to let something
as small as a collar agitate us, are we?

No, thank you, James.

Sir, eyes front. Chin up.

There was a young lady named Sally,

who enjoyed the occasional dally.

She sat on the lap of a well-endowed chap

and cried, "Sir, you're right up my alley!"

(LAUGHING)

Right.

There was an old Countess of Bray.

And

you may think it odd when I say

that despite her high station,
rank and education...

Your Majesty.

...she always spelled "cunt" with a ”K.”

-(CHUCKLES)
-Shall we?

You look beautiful.

You'll be fine.

All right. All right.

(ORGAN PLAYING)

-Here we go.
-(CROWD CHEERING OUTSIDE)

(CROWD CHEERING)

-Slow down.
-(CAMERAS CLICKING)

Are we the last?

-Yes, sir.
-Good.

-Come along, Winston.
-Wait, wait, wait.

(ORGAN PLAYING
/ VOW TO THEE, MY COUNTRY)

Now!

(CHOIR SINGING) / vow to thee, my country

All earth/y things above

Entire and whole and perfect...

Has Winston no shame?

It's a royal wedding, not a campaign trail.

He's outrageous.

But you have to admire him.

There's poor old Attlee.
He's our Prime Minister.

-No one got up for him.
-Yeah.

No, no.

Winston still thinks
he's the father of the nation.

The love that never falters

The love that pays the price

The love that makes undaunted

The final sacrifice

This whole thing's Mountbatten's triumph.
He engineered it all.

The man who gave away India.

(CROWD CHEERING OUTSIDE)

(CROWD CONTINUE CHEERING)

(CAMERAS CLICKING)

(ORGAN PLAYING
PRAISE, MY SOUL, THE KING OF HEAVEN)

(CHOIR SINGING)
Praise, my soul

The King of heaven

To His feet thy tribute bring

Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven

Who like me His praise should sing

Alleluia

Alleluia

Praise the everlasting king

ARCHBISHOP: Dearly beloved,

we are gathered together here,
in the sight of God,

and in the face of this congregation,

to join together this man and this woman

in holy matrimony.

Who giveth this woman
to be married to this man?

-ARCHBISHOP: I, Philip...
-|, Philip...

Take thee, Elizabeth Alexandra Mary...

Take thee, Elizabeth Alexandra Mary...

You know why his three sisters aren't here?

-They're all married to Nazis!
-(WHISPERS) Do shut up!

Prominent Nazis!

(SHUSHING)

ARCHBISHOP: I, Elizabeth Alexandra Mary...

I, Elizabeth Alexandra Mary...

Take thee, Philip...

Take thee, Philip...

To my wedded husband...

To my wedded husband...

To have and to hold...

To have and to hold...

To have and to hold...

From this day fon/vard...

From this day fon/vard...

For better, for worse...

For better, for worse...

-For richer, for poorer...
-For richer, for poorer...

In sickness and in health...

In sickness and in health...

To love,

and to cherish,

and to obey.

_||Obeyll?
-She insisted.

It was discussed.

(WHISPERS) And obey.

To love and cherish and obey...

ARCHBISHOP: Till death us do part.

Till death us do part.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

PHOTOGRAPHER: Sheer perfection.
MAN: Your Highness...

You have to hand it to her.
It's quite a victory.

There wasn't a single person supported
the match.

Not a single ally at court or in government.

-Yet here we all are.
-(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

Utterly divine.
Uh, may we have the groom's family, please?

And barely opened her mouth in the process.

-You overestimate her.
-You underestimate her.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Well, in the past 48 hours,
reality has sunk in.

With Philip's family.

Would you look at the mother?

Just out of a sanatorium, I heard.

QUEEN MARY: And dressed as a nun.
PHOTOGRAPHER: Are we ready?

-A Hun nun.
-(PHOTOGRAPHER SPEAKS IN GERMAN)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

(PHOTOGRAPHER SPEAKING GERMAN)

-To me, please. Are we ready?
-(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

Quite magnificent. Thank you, thank you.

Your Majesties?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

PHOTOGRAPHER: That's quite charming.
Are we ready?

-Thank you.
-Refreshments.

-What's that?
-This present is from me.

-Can I open it?
-Mmm-hmm.

Oh, Papa!

If your marriage

is as happy as mine has been,

I don't want you to miss a single thing.

Lilibet? They're waiting.

Thank you.

Put it in.

-Bertie?
-Are you ready?

(STIFLES COUGH)

QUEEN MOTHER: Everyone ready? Margaret?

-Sir.
-(DOOR OPENS)

Thank you.

(CROWD CHEERING)

Thank you.

CROWD: (CHANTING)
We want the King! We want the King!

We want the King! We want the King!

We want the King! We want the King!

We want the King! We want the King!

We want the King! We want the King!

(CHANTING CONTIN U ES)

(CROWD CHEERING)

(ROWERS YELLING)

Row! Row, you bastards!

(CHEERING)

(ELIZABETH LAUGHS)

(CHEERING)

(LAUGHING)

Hey!

-(BAGPIPES PLAYING)
-Everyone inside. We're starting now.

Thank you so much for coming.
Oh, good, you're here.

Right, come on, you two, inside.
Can't start without you.

-Boys, come on.
-Yes, ma'am.

Thank you.

(OVERLAPPING CONVERSATIONS)

(GLASS CLINKING)

Ladies and gentlemen, pray silence
for Her Royal Highness, Princess Elizabeth.

Thank you, Martin.

(CLEARS THROAT) As I'm sure you all know,

my dear husband

will soon no longer be
Lieutenant Mountbatten,

but Lieutenant-Commander Mountbatten.

-Thank you very much.
-(APPLAUSE)

(PHONE RINGING)

Which, I gather, involves a whole new
gold ring for me to sew onto your uniform.

Half a gold ring, darling.
Half a gold ring, gentlemen.

(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

So, I've asked the two most important
people here to do the presentation.

Hello? Charteris. Yes?

-Oh...
-ALL: Aww.

Very good.

There we are. Good boy, Charles, well done.

Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you very, very much.

Important call from London, ma'am.

(CLATTERING)

(GATE CREAKING)

ELIZABETH: Charles! Anne!

PHILIP: Children. Wait. Wait.

They're waiting
in the green drawing room, ma'am.

-Right.
-Where's Grandpapa?

He's just upstairs with the doctors.

Now, you wait with Nanny
and we'll be back in a minute.

Charles, wait. Here. Okay?

-Mummy.
-So glad you're here.

-We came as soon as we could.
-I know.

-Ma'am, I'm so sorry.
-Granny.

Thank you.

They're operating.

It's been two hours.

He's in with the doctors now.

(DOOR OPENS)

He's here.

-I'm happy to say the procedure went well...
-(SOBBING)

...and that His Majesty's immediate
post-operative condition is satisfactory.

(SOBBING)

Thank you, Doctor.

That's good news, isn't it?

Yes.

Are you all right?

MAN: (ON RADIO)
After the votes are finally counted,

Winston Churchill is Prime Minister

of Great Britain and Northern Ireland
once again.

After the Conservative Party
achieved a narrow...

No bacon.

A little bacon won't hurt, surely, Gerald?
It's been five weeks.

Let's cool this down.

-And make sure that egg is well-peeled.
-Put the bacon.

And no shell to risk irritation.

And turn that wireless off.
He'll still be Prime Minister tomorrow.

-Ready?
-Ready.

MAN: Let's get him back on his feet.

...who took office aged 83.

We await the announcement
of the new Cabinet in the coming days.

MAN: Good morning, Your Majesty.

-Your first day back at work.
-Who won?

Who... Who won?

Mr. Churchill, Your Majesty. By 17 seats.

Good for him. You didn't hear me say that.

MAN: (ON TV) Mr. Winston Churchill.

-(GROANS)
-(PEOPLE CHEERING ON TV)

They keep trying to count him out,

but he keeps getting back up.

This is indeed a proud and happy moment
to be elected for the second time

as your Prime Minister.

(PEOPLE CHEERING ON TV)

What this nation needs

is several years

of strong, steady,

experienced administration.

(APPLAUSE)

(APPLAUSE)

(ALL SINGING)
Land of hope and glory

Mother of the free

How shall we extol thee...

Congratulations, sir.

Dr. Moran is here for you.

(SLURPING)

DR. MORAN:
Yes, you just won a general election,

but 155 over 90.

We can do better, Winston.

Have a look at this for me, will you?

In the war, we used mathematicians
to decode the indecipherable.

I need an expert to cut through the jargon.

Are they keeping something from me?

Well, I wouldn't be unduly concerned
about the man's pneumatics.

And, given his age, and he's a smoker,

catarrhal inflammation, it's not that unusual.

But I would be concerned
about the bronchoscopy.

And they wouldn't have done that

unless they were looking for something
far more serious.

And they conspicuously fail
to mention the results.

Instead they go on about the lung resection.

Which they performed
because of "structural alterations."

What are "structural alterations"?

It's what doctors say
when they're trying to avoid using the word

that it almost inevitably describes.

Who is this man?

(DOOR SHUTS)

Just a little.

One doesn't want to overdo it.

One doesn't want to look ill, either.

A sick...

(STUTTERING)

...king is no good to anyone.

(CLEARS THROAT)

There must be no weakness.

No vulnerability.

Oh, thank you.

(SIGHS)

Evening Chronicle!

(OVERLAPPING CONVERSATIONS)

(APPLAUSE)

-What's that?
-An armchair, sir.

Ijust thought, a man of his age...

This one never sits. Get rid of it.

Mr. Churchill, Your Majesty.

Your Majesty.

The people have spoken.

Your party has won the election,

and as... As their Sovereign,

I invite you to form a government
in my name.

An honor I gratefully accept.

My dear Winston, congratulations.

Would it be terribly unconstitutional of me
to say how happy I am?

I've missed our weekly chats.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Your predecessor is a fine parliamentarian.

A good man.

But, um, well,

as company, as a companion...

(SIGHS)

An empty taxi pulled up
at the House of Commons,

and Mr. Attlee got out?

(LAUGHS AND COUGHS)

Quite.

(COUGHS)

(SIGHS)

Now you may congratulate me in return.

Uh... Wha... What for?

My rapid recovery.

Oh. (CHUCKLES)

Yes.

I seem to have bounced back
a lot quicker than people expected.

Yes.

Not sure I ever imagined what breathing
through one lung would feel like.

Turns out there's barely
any difference. (CHUCKLES)

Good. Good.

KING GEORGE VI: Though,

probably wise to let the Princess Elizabeth

undertake the Commonwealth tour, hmm?

-(LIGHTER CLICKS)
-What say you?

(STUTTERS) Is she up to it?

Yes, I'd say so.

(CLEARS THROAT AND GRUNTS) Besides,

we have to start
breaking her in gently, don't we?

Do we?

Keep one eye on the future.

The distant future.

(APPLAUSE AND CLAMORING)

(APPLAUSE AND CLAMORING)

-MAN: Welcome back, sir.
-What's this?

-MAN: It's the teleprinter.
-Let's have it upstairs.

-Everything as it was before, sir?
-Yes!

Everything exactly as it was before.

Ladies. Ladies.

Uh... Who's this?

Oh, um, Miss Venetia Scott, sir.

A new addition.

-A good one, I'd say.
-JOCK: Thank you, sir.

I had hoped I'd seen the back of this place.

Could you give us a moment, please, Jock?

Thank you.

How is the King?

He talked a great deal about his recovery.
Lots of mentions of "bouncing back."

Which always makes one fear the worst.

Not to mention the makeup.

He was wearing rouge.

Poor man.

It's cancer.

What?

Who knows?

No one.

Least of all him.

(KNOCKS AND OPENS DOOR)

-Sir, lunch.
-Uh... Let's have it in here.

See what they've been serving
for the past five years.

CLEMMIE: So, he's dying?

We're all dying.

That's what defines the condition of living.

Will he die tomorrow? No.

What about the day after tomorrow?
And the day after that?

The country needs to be led
by someone strong.

Well, I'm strong.

You are also tired, Winston. We both are.

A situation like that
would require enormous energy.

(SIGHS) And I won't lie to you.

I have considered resigning
for Anthony's sake.

Foryoursake.

But then I realized a situation like that
would also require statesmanship.

The party needs me. The country needs me.

She needs me.

Who?

Her!

-Oh, her.
-(MATCH STRIKES)

PHILIP: This is Clarence House dining room
to Clarence House kitchen.

Dining room to kitchen.

-CHARLES: Dining room to kitchen.
-Yes. Dining room to kitchen.

-(YELLS)
-Oh, bugger it.

Right, I'm off.

-Breakfast with your mother?
-And Margaret.

Imagine. I'm checking curtain fabrics
in an hour.

-(CHUCKLES)
-PHILIP: Yes.

Let's pick the curtains.

-Where to, ma'am?
-Buckingham Palace, please.

Buckingham Palace.

-| see.
-(KNOCK ON DOOR)

MAN: The Queen has asked to see you.

Yes, we look fonNard
to seeing the doctor then.

-Thank you. Goodbye.
-Drawing room!

-Now?
-Yes.

We do both so love living at Clarence House,

and he has all sorts of ideas
about how to modernize it.

He really is
rather ingenious like that, actually.

Now, Peter.

PETER: Your Majesty.
Your Royal Highnesses.

I have to make a decision about Christmas.

Tell me, do you think the King
will be well enough to go to Sandringham?

I do. As a matter of fact,
I think it would do him good.

So, it's decided.

Will you be joining us, too?

Me?

'Course not. Peter will be spending
Christmas at home with his family.

I was only thinking of Papa.

Given the choice,
you know he'd never let him out of his sight.

QUEEN MOTHER: Well, that's true.

He's quite devoted to you.

Then let me discuss it with Rosemary.

No. No, it's out of the question.

Why, Mummy?

Let Peter discuss it.

(QUEEN MOTHER SIGHS)

-Well, he did offer.
-QUEEN MOTHER: Very well.

(BELL TRILLING)

But as a wife,
I know what my answer would be.

I'd want my husband at home
at Christmas with his children.

Excuse me.

(DOOR SHUTS)

I saw that.

What? No, I haven't finished.

That look between the two of you.

-Margaret.
-You must tell no one.

The papers all think
I'm for Johnny Dalkeith or Billy Wallace.

-Mummy and Papa, too, by the way.
-They're just boys, whereas Peter is...

No, I quite see the attraction of Peter,
but he's married.

(CUP CLINKING)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

(DOOR OPENS)

Dr. Weir, Your Majesty.

(DOOR SHUTS)

You told me that after the operation,
I might expect some

soreness.

Some difficulty breathing.

But, um, you didn't tell me about this.

-How often?
-All the time.

At the time of the operation, as you know,
structural alterations were discovered.

Of course. The blockage in the lung.

It's time we gave that blockage a name, sir.

It was a tumor.

A malignant tumor.

I see.

(SIGHS)

But we removed it.

DR. WEIR: We did.

So, what is this?

We removed the left lung, sir, but the right

has fewer, but still significant, blockages.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

So, what's next?

Next?

(SIGHS)

I argued that His Majesty
should be told at the time.

A patient has a right to know the full picture.

But I was overruled.

The theory was that
if His Majesty felt he'd been cured,

he could throw himself into his work
without undue stress and worry.

I have two questions.

Who knows the full picture?

Apart from the surgeons,

perhaps the Prime Minister, sir.

Of course.

But not the Queen?

-Nor anyone else in my family?
-No, sir.

And the second question?

It's impossible to say, sir.

My understanding is the surgeons
did everything they could.

And?

It could be years.

(SIGHS)

More likely months.

Thank you.

(TRAIN WHISTLING)

(CLAMORING)

(MUFFLED CLAMORING)

-(HORN HONKING)
-(CLAMORING)

In the bleak midwinter

Frosty wind made moan

In the bleak midwinter...

Merry Christmas.

...archangels

May have gathered there

Come on.

Cherubim and seraphim

Thronged the air

But His mother only

In her maiden bliss

Worshipped the beloved

With a kiss

Oh, look.

(CHUCKLES)

(ALL CHATTERING AND LAUGHING)

Charming. Quite charming.

What can / give Him

Poor as / am?

If / were a shepherd

/ would bring a lamb

If / were a wise man

/ would do my part

Yet what / can / give him?

Give my heart

(CLAPS)

Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

-(BELL RINGS)
-(LAUGHING)

Very good. Charles, come on.

-All right.
-No, Mummy.

Ma'am, His Majesty has requested
you attend him in his study.

Urgently requested, ma'am.

All right.

Will you take them?

I'll be back soon.

WOMAN: All right. Off we go then.

In case you're wondering,
I haven't anything specific to say.

Just wanted to spend time with you.

(CHUCKLES)

If there's anything you wanted to ask me,
just fire away.

Are they a nuisance?

The boxes.

Not if you keep on top of them.

-Even at Christmas?
-Even at Christmas.

Well, what's inside?

Everything they want me to know,
they stick on top.

Everything they'd rather I didn't know,

Cabinet meetings, Foreign Office briefings,

they tuck away at the bottom.

Which is why

the first thing I do
when no one is looking is this.

(CLANGS)

(LAUGHING AND COUGHING)

(BOTH LAUGH)

(COUGHING)

(COUGHING) Will you take that? Thank you.

(COUGHING INTENSIFIES)

Oh. (CLEARS THROAT)

(GASPING)

Yeah.

(LOCK CLICKS)

(SIGHS)

Don't you get sick of it all?

(SIGHS) I do.

And lonely?

Sometimes.

Which is why it's so important
to have the right person by your side.

I've been very lucky
in that regard with your mother.

How's your fellow?

-Philip?
-Hmm.

Well, he...

Well, I'm afraid he's become
something of a snagaholic.

-(CHUCKLES)
-A what?

Well, you know we're renovating
Clarence House

to make it our permanent home?

Mmm-hmm. Yes.

Well, ever since he started
supervising the work,

he can't look at anything
without seeing its faults.

"That switch is an inch too high.
And that door handle's wrong."

"Well, don't be silly," I say.
"A handle's a handle."

I should make more of an effort with him.

Take him shooting.

-Would he like that?
-Yes, I think he'd love it.

And then when your health's improved,
we'll return to Malta,

and he'll have his navy again,
and all will be well.

Of course.

But, uh, in the meantime,

Not long distances, anyway.

Which brings me to the
forthcoming Commonwealth tour.

I was wondering if you would consider
stepping into my shoes, so to speak.

My health is improving,
but I'm still not yet well enough.

Well, if you think we're up to it.

You'll be fine.

Where is it?

Well...

Ceylon, Australia,

then on to New Zealand, Bermuda.

And there's talk of starting in Kenya.

Very good.

Right, we'll be gone months.

(QUEEN MOTHER LAUGHS)

Yes.

But it would mean so much to Papa
that we do it.

And what am I supposed to do all that time?

Don't worry, we'll put you to work.

My work is as a naval officer,

not grinning like a demented ape

-while you cut ribbons.
-Shh!

-What about the children?
-The children will be fine.

Without their parents for months on end?

-Daddy, can you come and play?
-I won't be a moment, darling.

If you go and play with Grandpapa,
I'll be right over. Good boy.

QUEEN MOTHER: Come on, darling,
Daddy's busy. Come and start again.

-CHARLES: Daddy's coming.
-They won't know.

-They're too young to notice.
-ANNE: Come on. Be quiet.

It would so help in Papa's recovery.

KING GEORGE VI: Charles, come back here.

CHARLES: Daddy, can you play now?
KING GEORGE VI: Charles.

Yes.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Thank you.

PHILIP: What are we playing?
CHARLES: Granny's footsteps.

PHILIP: All right. Come on then. Let's go.
And then it's bedtime.

QUEEN MOTHER: Ready, steady...

(BAGPIPES PLAYING)

(WHEEZING COUGHS)

Sir?

(SNIFFLES)

What's the weather like today?

Rather misty at the moment, sir.

KING GEORGE VI: Morning!

(MUMBLES)

PHILIP: Bugger off.

Yes, I'm not sure that's the correct address
for the King of England.

-It's a beautiful morning for duck.
-What?

I thought Wolferton Splash.

Christ.

(COUGHS)

KING GEORGE VI: Reed warbler, see?

Oh, teal. Below the withy there.

When Iwoke up this morning, I thought
we'd go to Babingley Flat or Eleven Acres.

But in the end... (CLEARS THROAT)
...there's nowhere better than the Splash

with a bagful of cartridges to lift the spirits.

His Majesty's back to himself again.

He is, thank you. Like a young man again.

(COUGHS)

(GRUNTS)

(CHUCKLES)

We'll be all right.
My son-in-Iaw's a naval man.

We will. If I can handle a frigate.

(COUGHING)

You understand the titles,

the dukedom,

-they're not the job.
-Sir?

She is the job.

She is the essence of your duty.

Loving her.

Protecting her.

Of course you'll miss your career.

But doing this for her, doing this for me,

there'll be no greater act of patriotism

or love.

I understand, sir.

Do you, boy?

Do you really?

I think so.

Now, let's go shoot some duck, shall we?

Three cheers for His Majesty!

-Hip, hip...
-ALL: Hooray!

-Hip, hip...
-ALL: Hooray!

-Hip, hip...
-ALL: Hooray!

You're too kind. Thank you.

(COUGHING)

-(|ND|ST|NCT CONVERSATIONS)
-(DOGS BARKING)

(GUNSHOTS)

(DUCKS SQUAWKING)

(GUNSHOTS)

-(GUNSHOTS)
-(MAN EXCLAIMS)

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOT)

-(GUNSHOTS)
-(COUGHING)

(GUNSHOTS)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)