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Authors: Peter Morgan

The Audience

PETER MORGAN

 
The Audience
 
 
 
Introduction
 
 

When I started writing the screenplay for
The Queen,
about the aftermath of the death of Princess Diana, both Stephen Frears, the director, and Andy Harries, the
producer
, begged me not to put Tony Blair in it. They felt the presence of a politician, particularly one as divisive as Blair had become by 2004, would diminish it – make it feel more temporal, more journalistic, more TV. And so less filmic.

I consoled myself that there would still be plenty to work with: the death of a Princess, a Queen’s young deputy private secretary out of his depth, a Royal Family tucked away on the Balmoral estate, and people out on the streets of London baying for blue blood. But after three months, I had written just 35 pages and wanted to shoot myself. It was awful. I rang Frears and Harries and told them the script was a big fat royalist snooze. Would never work. Everyone gracefully accepted defeat, and Frears went on to direct another movie.

Privately, however, I was deflated. I felt I hadn’t given an interesting subject a fair shot. I retreated to the mountains of Austria and, without telling anyone, wrote my own version. With Blair. I didn’t care if it felt smaller. I didn’t care if it was journalistic, nor if it ended up on TV or radio. I wrote a draft in under three weeks. It was one of those experiences that comes all too rarely, where you hear the voices and write with total certainty. You’re not really writing – you’re channelling.

Looking back, I realise the reason I was suddenly so unblocked was because I had stumbled on something
signifi
cant
: the relationship between our most senior elected public servant and our head of state. The first minister and the crown. Two human beings, in flesh and blood, but also the representatives of their offices. At some level, just by having them sitting opposite one another, even in silence, one was dealing with the British constitution, the bone structure of our establishment in its most elemental form.

Happily, Frears liked the script and committed to
filming
it. As I watched Helen Mirren and Michael Sheen at work, I started thinking more about the sovereign and the PM – and the weekly ‘audience’ at the heart of their relations hip, and what a unique opportunity it presented a dramatist. Because the meeting is so shrouded in
confidentiality
, imagining what was discussed felt more valid, somehow, than proving it. I resolved, as far back as 2006, to write something.

In reality, depending on the chemistry between them, the audience can either be no more than an informal
briefing
– a courtesy, where the PM brings the sovereign up to speed with what happened in the past week and what is expected in the following one – or it can be a great deal more. Some of the pairings have been reluctant; some eagerly looked forward to. Some of the sessions last barely twenty minutes with no refreshment; others stretch out to an hour or two – with drinks. Some PMs are grateful for the breaks provided by foreign travel; others are sure to have their audience by phone even when abroad.

So when did they start? I wrote to Professor Vernon Bogdanor, the closest thing we have to a formal
constitutional
expert in this country where no formal constitution exists. ‘I am not wholly clear when they began,’ he said. ‘I do not think they existed before the war. But during the war, the practice arose of the King and Churchill meeting for regular lunches. That was a consequence of the
particularly
good relationship they had built up – after a shaky start. The regular meetings have now become so much of a convention they could be regarded as part of the
constitution
– in a typically British unplanned way. Were either the PM or the sovereign to discontinue them, this would, I think, be regarded as a breach.’

So there it is: the private audience has come in through the back door. And yet the meeting is not minuted or recorded. No one else is present. This is vital – so that PMs can feel free to say what they like, and even make
disobliging
remarks about colleagues. As a weekly event, it takes up a significant amount of the PM’s working life. Allowing for summer breaks, an average four-year term would contain at least seventy meetings. Seventy hours! I dare say there are happy friendships, even marriages, where partners don’t sit opposite one another and talk openly, in a spirit of trust and mutual confidence, for an hour a week. Indeed, the very nature of the meeting (one-on-one,
confidential
, one-sided) reflects another relationship: therapy. And James Callaghan did say it was like talking to one’s psychiatrist.

In which case, should we not be entitled to know more about it? How has the meeting worked over the years? What form does it take? Which PMs liked to talk? Who liked to listen? Who was HM’s favourite? With whom was there chemistry, laughter, silence? What did they discuss? How many secrets were shared? What advice was given? What influence did it have? The Queen is known to have struggled to stay awake with Heath and Macmillan (both famous bores), actively disliked Blair and Thatcher (though the Palace dutifully denies this), and had a soft spot for losers (two of her favourites, Major and Wilson, regularly come bottom in rankings for most effective PMs of the twentieth century).

One popular misconception might be that it’s a polite chat, over scones or sherry, with the PM checking his or her watch, wanting to get on with more important
business
. But as Margaret Thatcher said: ‘Anyone who
imagines
that they are a mere formality, or confined to social niceties, is quite wrong; they are quietly businesslike, and Her Majesty brings to bear a formidable grasp of current issues and breadth of experience.’

The Queen reads each one of her red ministerial boxes every day, is privy to the minutes from every cabinet meeting, has a generous staff to keep her informed, and is scrupulously prepared for every meeting. In civil service circles, she is known as ‘Reader Number 1’. A meeting with Her Majesty, therefore, is like a meeting with a
well-briefed
civil servant. If transcripts of the audience were to exist, I’m confident she would emerge with some credit.

It struck me that by being denied the minutes of these conversations, we were being denied a significant part of British history: an insight into the workings of government and state, and the way power – real and symbolic –
functions
in our name. In the nineteenth century, the essayist Walter Bagehot argued that the Queen has three
constitutional
rights: the right to be consulted, the right to advise, and the right to warn. No more. But bear in mind she spends an hour every week sitting one-on-one with the most
impor
tant
politician in Britain. How much has she known over the years that has been denied us? How much has she known that we haven’t?

The longer she remains on the throne, the greater her standing on the world stage and the greater the respect for her – and, therefore, the greater her potential surreptitious influence. Imagine you’re Ed Miliband: you’ve narrowly won the election, and you go to the Queen to ask her permission to form a government. The idea that the most instantly recognisable woman in the world – who has sat opposite Churchill, Eden, Macmillan, Douglas-Home, Wilson, Heath, Callaghan, Thatcher, Major, Blair, Brown, Cameron, presided over a Commonwealth and had a
ringside
seat at the great political events of the second half of the twentieth century – would not have influence on you is laughable, simply by virtue of your anxiety at least to leave an impression. You don’t want to be the one she forgets.

That gives her influence, if not power. And any
influence
over our PM needs to be examined closely. So I set about writing a series of what must strictly be called ‘imagined’ audiences (although no shortage of anecdotal information has leaked out over the years) between the Queen and her various PMs – and was immediately
presented
with a challenge. How could one tell the story without it feeling linear and inevitable? How could one avoid the almost audible ticking off in theatregoers’ heads as PMs came on and off the stage? Nothing is enjoyable if there is no sense of surprise – and everyone knows who they all were, even if they can’t quite remember all their names.

So I decided to tell it in a non-linear way, leaving out some PMs. Who to drop and why? I wrestled long and hard with this and, as we head into rehearsals, I have made my decisions. But by curtain-up, it might be totally different. Who knows?

Peter Morgan

 

 

This article first appeared in
The Guardian
on 14 January 2013, and is reprinted by kind permission.

 
 

The Audience
was first produced at the Gielgud Theatre, London, on 15 February 2013, presented by Matthew Byam Shaw, Robert Fox and Andy Harries. The cast was as follows:

 

 

Queen Elizabeth II
Helen Mirren

Sir Anthony Eden
Michael Elwyn

Margaret Thatcher
Haydn Gwynne

Winston Churchill
Robert Hardy

Harold Wilson
Richard McCabe

Gordon Brown
Nathaniel Parker

John Major
Paul Ritter

David Cameron
Rufus Wright

James Callaghan/Ensemble
David Peart

Equerry
Geoffrey Beevers

Young Elizabeth
Bebe Cave, Maya Gerber, Nell Williams

Ensemble
Jonathan Coote, Ian Houghton, Charlotte Moore

 

 

Director
Stephen Daldry

Designer
Bob Crowley

Lighting Designer
Rick Fisher

Sound Designer
Paul Arditti

Video Designer
Ian William Galloway

Composer
Paul Englishby

Hair and Wigs Designer
Ivana Primorac

Characters
 
 

Queen Elizabeth II

 

Young Elizabeth

 

Winston Churchill

 

Anthony Eden

 

Harold Wilson

 

James Callaghan

 

Margaret Thatcher

 

John Major

 

Gordon Brown

 

David Cameron

 

Equerry

 

Bobo Macdonald

 

Dressers

 

Private Secretaries

 

Detectives

 

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