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You're live in two minutes,
Your Royal Highness.

Sir?

Thank you.

Let the microphone
do the work, sir.

I'm sure you'll be splendid.
Just take your time.

Time to go.

Good afternoon.

This is the BBC National
Programme and Empire Service

taking you to Wembley Stadium
for the closing ceremony

of the Empire Exhibition,

where His Royal Highness,
the Duke of York,

will read a message from his
father His Majesty King George V.

Fifty-eight British colonies
and dominions have taken part,

making this the largest exhibition
staged anywhere in the world.

Remember, sir, three flashes, then
steady red means you're live.

Using the new invention of radio,

the opening ceremony was the
first time His Majesty the King

addressed his subjects
on the wireless.

At the close of the first season,

the heir to the throne, His Royal
Highness, the Prince of Wales,

made his first
broadcast, and today,

his younger brother, His Royal
Highness, the Duke of York,

will give his inaugural broadcast
to the nation and the world.

I have received...

from His Majesty the...

the...

the...

the King...

Inhale deep into your
lungs, Your Royal Highness.

Relaxes your larynx, does it not?

Cigarette smoking calms the
nerves, and gives you confidence.

Now, if Your Royal Highness would
be so kind as to open your hand.

Sterilised.

One, two,

three, four,

five, six... seven.

Now, if I may take the liberty,
insert them into your mouth.

Excuse me, Doctor. What
is the purpose of this?

It's the classic approach.
It cured Demosthenes.

That was in Ancient Greece.
Has it worked since?

Now, if you would be
so kind as to read.

A wealth of words.

Fight against those marbles,
Your Royal Highness.

Enunciate.

A little more concentration,
Your Royal Highness.

I nearly swallowed
the bloody things.

Thank you so much, Doctor.
It's been most...

- interesting.
- Your Royal Highness.

Insert marbles. He can insert
his own bloody marbles.

Tick, took. Tick, took.

You know you can't keep
doing this, Bertie.

I know.

Promise me...

Promise me no more.

Ah.

Hello?

- Is anyone there?
- I'm just in the loo.

Ah, Mrs Johnson, there you are.

I'm sorry, I don't
have a receptionist.

I like to keep things simple.

Poor and content is
rich and rich enough.

- I'm sorry?
- Shakespeare. How are you?

- How do you do?
- Oh, chuffing along.

Now, this is slightly awkward,
but I'm afraid you're late.

- Yes. I'm afraid I am.
- Where's Mr Johnson?

Ah... He doesn't know I'm here.

Well, that's not a
very promising start.

No. No, look, my husband
has seen everyone.

To no avail. I'm awfully
afraid he's given up hope.

- He hasn't seen me.
- Awfully sure of yourself.

Well, I'm sure of anyone
who wants to be cured.

Of course he wants to be
cured. My husband is...

Well, he's required
to speak publicly.

Perhaps he should change jobs.

- He can't.
- Indentured servitude?

Something of that nature, yes.

Well, we need to have
your hubby pop by.

Tuesday would be good.

He can give me his
personal details,

I'll make a frank appraisal

and then we'll take it from there.

Doctor, forgive me.

I don't have a
hubby. We don't pop.

And nor do we ever talk
about our private lives.

No, you must come to us.

I'm sorry, Mrs Johnson, my
game, my turf, my rules.

You'll have to talk this
over with your husband,

and then you can speak
to me on the telephone.

Thank you very much for
dropping by. Good afternoon.

And what if my husband
were the Duke of York?

- The Duke of York?
- Yes. The Duke of York.

I thought the appointment was for
Johnson. Forgive me, Your...

- Royal Highness.
- Royal Highness.

Yes, Johnson was used
during the Great

War, when the Navy
didn't want the enemy

- to know he was aboard.
- Am I considered the enemy?

You will be, if you
remain un-obliging.

You'll appreciate the need
for absolute discretion.

Of course.

How did you find me,
Your Royal Highness?

The President of The Society
For Speech Therapists.

Eileen McCleod? She's a sport.

She warned me your
Antipodean methods

were both unorthodox
and controversial.

I warned her those are
not my favourite words.

I can cure your husband.
But for my method to work,

I need trust and
total equality, here

in the safety of my
consultation room.

No exceptions.

Oh, well. In that case...

When can you start?

She's still sounding a bit rough.

You make me drive too slowly, Dad.

Did you pick Mum up from bridge?

Yeah, I've hardly
been out of the car.

I had a special visitor
this afternoon.

- May I please leave the table?
- How special's special?

You must stay, bored
stupid, listening

to your parents'
inane conversation.

- Thanks, Dad.
- And Mum.

- And Mum.
- Me, too.

- You meeting Jean?
- No. Someone else.

Doctor? Doctor?

Go and help your brother
with the washing up.

- I'm fine.
- Who is it, Lionel?

Why bring it up if you
can't talk about it?

Myrtle, it's just a woman
looking to help her husband.

Oh, and I had a call...
for an audition.

- One of my favourites.
- Aren't they all?

Could be a lot of fun.

I'm sure you'll be splendid.

In the amateur scene, they're
a highly regarded group.

From Putney.

No, that's all girls. Tomorrow,
chapter four, The Flight.

Mama, I long to know
where they fly to.

- I can't wait.
- Oh, to fly away.

Weren't they lucky?

Now Papa, tell a story.

Can't I be a penguin instead?

Well, no, I want a penguin story.

Very quickly.

Once there were... two princesses.

Princess Elizabeth and
Princess Margaret,

whose papa was a penguin.

This was because he'd been turned
into one by a wicked witch.

This was very inconvenient
for him because he loved...

to hold his princesses
in his arms.

But you can't if you're a
penguin because you...

- you have wings like herrings.
- Herrings don't have wings.

Penguins have wings which are...
are shaped like herrings.

And what made matters
worse is that

she... she sent him
to the South Pole,

which is an awfully
long walk back if...

if you can't fly.

So when he reached
the water, he...

he dived in, through the depths,

so fast that he was in
Southampton Waters by lunchtime.

And from there, he took
the 2:30 to Weybridge,

changed at Clapham
Junction, asked a...

a passing mallard the way
to Buckingham Palace,

swam up The Thames, out
through the plughole

and gave the cook, Mama and
Mrs Whittaker quite a shock.

Now, when the girls heard
all the commotion,

they ran to the kitchen,
where they gave him a...

a good scrub, a
mackerel and a kiss.

And as they kissed him...

guess what he turned into?

- A handsome prince.
- A short-tailed albatross.

- Oh.
- With wings so big,

that he could wrap them both
around his two girls together.

Now, girls. Time for bed. Come on.

And take those horses
to the stable.

Quickly, now.

- You have exactly a minute.
- Good night.

Feed them, brush them and to bed.

- Will Mrs Simpson be there?
- My brother's insisting.

- Is he serious?
- About her coming to dinner?

No. About her.

- A married woman? He can't be.
- She can.

By the way, I think I've found
someone rather interesting.

On Harley Street. Doctor.

Out of the question.

I'm not having this conversation
again. Mat... Matter's settled.

His approach seems
rather different.

Now?

Now.

Now is the winter
of our discontent,

made glorious summer
by this sun of York.

And all the clouds that
lour'd upon our house

in the deep bosom of
the ocean buried.

Now are our brows bound
with... victorious...

Thank you.

- Lovely diction, Mr...
- Logue. Lionel Logue.

Well, Mr Logue,

I'm not hearing the cries
of a deformed creature

yearning to be king.

Nor did I realise Richard III
was King of the Colonies.

I do know all the lines.
I've played the role before.

- Sydney?
- Perth.

Major theatre town, is it?

- Enthusiastic.
- Ah.

I was well reviewed.

Yes.

Well, Lionel, I think
our dramatic society

is looking for someone
slightly younger.

And a... little more regal.

- There you are.
- Thank you.

Oh.

No, you have to shut
that one first.

Close that one first. That's it.

Where did you find
this... physician?

Classifieds. Next to a French
model, Shepherd's Market.

No, he comes highly recommended.

Charges substantial
fees to help the poor.

Oh, dear. Perhaps
he's a Bolshevik.

Ah, there's no receptionist.
Likes to keep things simple.

The Johnsons.

You can go in now, Mr Johnson.

Lionel says wait here if
you wish, Mrs Johnson.

Or, it being a...

pleasant day...

perhaps take a stroll.

Was that all right, Lionel?

Marvellous, Willie.

You can stay here and
wait for your mum.

Mrs Johnson.

Mr Johnson. Do come in.

Would you like a sweetie?

He's a good lad, Willie.

He could hardly make a sound, you
know, when he first came to me.

My boys make those. They're
good, aren't they?

Please, make yourself comfortable.

I was told not to sit too close.

I believe when speaking
with a prince,

one waits for the prince
to choose the topic.

Waiting for me to...

commence a conversation, one
can wait rather a long wait.

Ah, yes, well...

Do you know any jokes?

- Timing isn't my strong suit.
- Cup of tea?

- No. No, thank you.
- I think I'll have one.

Aren't you going to start
treating me, Dr Logue?

Only if you're interested
in being treated.

Please, call me Lionel.

No, I... prefer Doctor.

I prefer Lionel.

- What will I call you?
- Your Royal Highness.

Then... it's sir after that.

It's a little bit formal
for here. I prefer names.

Prince Albert Frederick Arthur...

George.

How about Bertie?

- Only my family uses that.
- Perfect.

In here, it's better
if we're equals.

If... if we were equals,
I wouldn't be here.

I'd be... at home with my wife,

and no one would give a damn.

Please, don't do that.

I'm sorry?

I believe sucking smoke into your
lungs, well, it will kill you.

My physicians say
it relaxes the...

- the throat.
- They're idiots.

- They've all been knighted.
- Makes it official, then.

My castle, my rules.

Thank you.

What was your earliest memory?

- What on earth do you mean?
- Your first recollection.

I'm not...

here to discuss personal matters.

- Well, why are you here, then?
- Because I bloody well stammer.

- You have a bit of a temper.
- One of my many faults.

- When did the defect start?
- I've always been this way.

- I doubt that.
- Don't. -

- tell me, it's my stammer.
- It's my field.

I can assure you, no infant
starts to speak with a stammer.

When did yours start?

- Four or five.
- That's typical.

So I've been told.

I can't remember not doing it.

I can believe that. Do you
hesitate when you think?

Don't be ridiculous.

How about when you
talk to yourself?

Everyone natters to themselves
occasionally, Bertie.

Stop... Stop calling me that.

I'm not going to call
you anything else.

Then we shan't speak.

Are you charging for this, Doctor?

A fortune.

I'll just let that brew.

So... when you talk to
yourself, do you stammer?

No... of course not.

Well, that proves
that your impediment

isn't a permanent part of you.

What do you think was the cause?

I don't... don't know.

I don't... I don't care.

I stammer.

No one can fix it.

I'll bet you that you can read
flawlessly, right here, right now.

And if I win the bet, I get
to ask you more questions.

- And if I win?
- You don't have to answer them.

One usually... wagers money.

A bob each to keep it sweet?

- Let's see your shilling.
- I don't... carry money.

I had a funny feeling
you mightn't.

I'll stake you, and you can
pay me back next time.

If there is a next time.

I haven't agreed to
take you on yet.

So please stand, and
take a look at that.

From there.

I can't read this.

Well, then you owe me a
shilling for not trying.

To be...

or not to be, that...

- Can't read it.
- I haven't finished yet.

I'm going to record
your voice and then

play it back to you
on the same machine.

This is brilliant. It's the
latest thing from America.

It's a Silvertone.

Pop these on.

There's a bob in this, mate.
You could go home rich.

- You're playing music.
- I know.

So how can I hear what I'm saying?

Well, surely a prince's brain
knows what its mouth's doing?

You're not... well acquainted
with royal princes, are you?

Hopeless.

Hopeless.

You were sublime.

Would I lie to a prince of
the realm to win 12 pennies?

I've no idea...

what an Australian might
do for that sort of money.

Let me play it back to you.

No.

All right, then, well, I get
to ask you the questions.

Thank you, Doctor. I don't...

feel this is for me.

Thank you for your time.

Goodbye.

Sir.

The recording is free. Please
keep it as a souvenir.

No.

Oh, well.

Bugger.

For the present, the work to
which we are all equally bound

is to arrive at a reasoned
tranquillity within our borders,

to regain prosperity at
this time of depression

without self-seeking,
and to carry with us

those whom the burden
of the past years

has disheartened or overborne.

To all, to each, I wish
a happy Christmas.

God bless you.

And off air.

Easy when you know how.

Sir?

Have a go yourself.

- Congratulations, sir.
- Ah, Mr Wood.

Splendid fellow. Chap who
taught me everything I know.

- Let the microphone do the work.
- Sir.

- Thank you.
- Gentlemen.

Sit up. Straight back.

Face boldly up to the bloody thing
and stare it square in the eye,

as would any decent Englishman.
Show who's in command.

Papa, I don't... think
I can read this.

This devilish device will
change everything if you don't.

In the past, all a king had to do
was look respectable in uniform

and not fall off his horse.

Now, we must invade people's homes

and ingratiate
ourselves with them.

This family's been
reduced to those

lowest, basest of all creatures.

We've become actors.

We're not a family, We're a firm.

Yet at any moment, some
of us may be out of work.

Your darling brother
and future king,

the only wife he
appears interested

in is invariably the
wife of another.

He's broken off with Lady Furness.

And taken up with Mrs Simpson.

A woman with two husbands
living. I told him straight.

No divorced person can
ever be received at court.

He said it made him
sublimely happy.

I imagine that was because
she was sleeping with him.

I give you my word,
this is what he said.

I give you my word, we've
never had immoral relations.

Stared square into his
father's face and lied.

When I'm dead, that boy
will ruin himself,

this family and this
nation within 12 months.

Who will pick up the pieces? Herr

Hitler intimidating
half of Europe.

Marshal Stalin the other half.

Who will stand between us,

the jackboots and the
proletarian abyss?

You?

Well?

With your older brother
shirking his duties,

you're going to have to
do a lot more of this.

Have a go yourself.

Through the...

- wireless...
- Get it out, boy.

One of the...

marvels of...

Modern. Just take your time.
Form your words carefully.

Science...

I am enabled...

Relax.

Just try it.

This Christmas Day...

to speak to all my...

Do it.

Lying... bastard.

- You're playing music.
- I know.

So how can I... hear
what I'm saying?

Well, surely a prince's brain
knows what its mouth's doing.

You're not... well acquainted
with royal princes, are you?

To be or not be, that
is the question.

Whether tis nobler in
the mind to suffer

the slings and arrows
of outrageous fortune,

or to take arms against
a sea of troubles,

and by opposing end them?

To die, to sleep no more,

and by a sleep to say the end

is the heartache and the
thousand natural shocks

the flesh is heir to. Tis
a consummation hopeless.

Hopeless.

Strictly business. No...

personal nonsense.

Yes, I thought I'd made that
clear in our interview.

Have you got the
shilling you owe me?

- No, I haven't.
- Didn't think so.

Besides, you... you tricked me.

Physical exercises and
tricks are important,

but what you're
asking will only deal

with the surface of the problem.

Is that sufficient? No.

As far as I see it, my husband has

mechanical difficulties
with his speech.

- I...
- Maybe just deal with that.

I'm willing to work
hard, Dr Logue.

Lionel.

Are you... Are you
willing to do your part?

All right. You want mechanics?

We need to relax your jaw
muscles, strengthen your tongue,

by repeating tongue twisters. For
example, I'm a thistle-sifter.

I have a sieve of sifted thistles
and a sieve of unsifted thistles.

- Because I am a thistle-sifter.
- Fine.

And you do have a flabby tummy,
so we'll need to spend some time

strengthening your
diaphragm. Simple mechanics.

That's all we ask.

All that's about a
shilling's worth.

Forget about the blessed shilling.

Perhaps, upon occasions...

you might be requested
to assist...

in coping with...

with some minor event.
Would that be agreeable?

Of course.

Yes, and that would be the
full extent of your services.

- Shall I see you next week?
- I shall see you every day.

Feel the looseness of the jaw.

Good. Little bounces. Bounces.

Shoulders loose, shoulders loose.

Beautiful, beautiful,
beautiful. Now, loose.

Take a nice deep breath.
Expand the chest.

Put your hands onto your ribs.

Deeper. Good.

- How do you feel?
- Full of hot air.

Isn't that what public
speaking's all about?

My wife and I are glad to
visit this important...

Take a good deep breath, and
up comes Your Royal Highness.

And slowly exhale, and down
comes Your Royal Highness.

- You all right, Bertie?
- Yes.

It's actually quite good fun.

Mother.

Shorten the humming each time.

Mother.

- Manufacturing district...
- Another deep breath.

- And Jack and Jill.
- Jack and Jill.

- Went up the hill.
- Went up the hill.

Now, just sway.

Perfect.

- Will not permit us to...
- Loosen the shoulders.

Ding dong bell,
pussy's in the well.

Who put her in? Little Tommy Tin.

You have a short memory,
Bertie. Come on.

- A cow, a cow...
- A king.

A... a king...

Anyone who can shout
vowels at an open

window can learn to
deliver a speech.

- Fourteen, 15.
- Good. Deep breath, and...

It is...

- Let the words flow.
- No, it doesn't bloody work.

Come on, one more time,
Bertie. You can do it.

A sieve of thisted siphles.

Mah. Bah.

Father.

- Father.
- Father.

- Aim for the a-t-h.
- Father.

- Father.
- Father.

Father. Father.

- Hello, Bertie.
- Hello, David.

- Nice of you to come out.
- Not at all.

You been waiting long?

Christ, bloody freezing.

Where have you been?

- I've been busy.
- So have I.

- Elizabeth has pneumonia.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

- She'll recover.
- Father won't.

I'll drive.

Old bugger's doing
this on purpose.

- Dying?
- Departing prematurely.

To... To complicate
matters with Wallis.

For heaven's sake, David. You
know how long he's been ill.

Wallis explained. She's terribly
clever about these things.

Whereas my letters patent
under the Great Seal

bearing date of Westminster
the 11th day of June 1912,

His Majesty King George the
Fifth did constitute order

and declare that there
should be a Guardian...

- What's going on here?
- Custos regne...

I cannot follow you. I'm confused
and I don't understand...

It's the Order of the
Council of State, sir.

So that we may act
on your behalf...

much clearer to me, I'm afraid...

- Well, I'm so confused that...
- Approved.

Thank you.

- Let me help you, sir.
- Ah, yes...

- Thank you, sir.
- Thank you.

- Feeling a little better, sir?
- No, I'm not feeling any better.

I feel dreadful. Ah...

Been, ice skating? Ice skating?

No. No, George.

Yes. Yes, all right, of course.

I know, darling. A talk,
even a lovely long talk

is a poor substitute for holding
tight and making drowsy.

Nor making our own
drowsies either,

as we've had to do
too often lately.

- David. Dinner.
- I'm on with Wallis.

It's Bertie.

No. No, it's not important.

I don't want to.

No. Telephone me later?

All right, goodbye.

Wallis misses me terribly.

Mama says you're late for dinner.

She forgets Papa's bloody clocks
are all half an hour fast.

How's the King? I hope
he's not in pain.

No, no, sir. His
Majesty's quieter now.

Thank you.

David, if your father were here,
tardiness would not be tolerated.

None of this unpleasantness
would be tolerated.

You know, sir, I
appreciate that you

are different from your father,

both in outlook
and... temperament.

I want you to know that whenever
the King questioned your conduct,

I tried, in your interest,

to present it in the
most favourable light.

I can always trust you to have
my best interests at heart.

I fear our vigil will not be of
long duration. Please continue.

Let us commend our brother
George to the mercy of God,

our Maker and Redeemer.

Long live the King.

I hope I will make good
as he has made good.

- What on earth was that?
- Poor Wallis.

Now, I'm trapped.

And in these last 25 crowded,
troubled, glorious years,

if there is one thing that
King George has taught,

it is the art of the leader who is
also a brother to his followers.

As long as he lived, he was the
guiding star of a great nation.

Dad?

- When he died...
- Time for a Shake, Dad?

The little children
cried in the streets.

- You sure?
- Go on.

Put your thinking caps on.

I bet it's the Scottish play.

No, it's Othello.
It's always Othello.

Art thou afeard?

- Be not afeard.
- Caliban.

Oh, for heaven's sake.
That was a lucky guess.

Don't listen to
egghead. Go on, Dad.

The isle is full of noises,
sounds and sweet airs

that give delight, and hurt not.

Sometimes a thousand twanging

instruments will hum
about mine ears,

and sometimes voices, that, if
then I had waked after long sleep,

will make me sleep
again. All right,

clever clogs, so what comes next?

And then, in dreaming,
methought the clouds would...

- The clouds methought.
- The clouds methought would open,

and show riches ready
to drop upon me,

that when I waked, I
cried to dream again.

That's such a sad thought.

My next patient must
be a bit early.

You better go, lads, I'm sorry.

Won't be a moment, Clifford.

Bertie?

They told me not to expect you.

I'm sorry about your father.

I don't wish to intrude.

Not at all. Please,
come in. Come in.

I've been practising.
An hour a day.

In spite of everything.

What's going on there?

Oh, I was... Sorry.

Mucking around with my kids.

Do you feel like working today?

- Curtis biplane.
- I'll put on some hot milk.

Logue. Logue.

I'd kill for something stronger.

I wasn't there for
my father's death.

- Still makes me sad.
- I can imagine so.

- What did your father do?
- He was a brewer.

At least there was free beer.

Here's to the memory
of your father.

I was informed, after the fact,

that my father's...

My father's last words were...

Bertie has more guts than the rest
of his brothers put together.

Couldn't say that to my face.

My brother.

What about him?

Try singing it.

- I'm sorry?
- What songs do you know?

- Songs?
- Yeah, songs.

- Swanee River.
- I love that song.

- It happens to be my favourite.
- Sing me the chorus.

No. Certainly not.

You know... I always
wanted to build models.

But... Father wouldn't allow it.

He... collected stamps, so
we had to collect stamps.

You can finish that
off if you sing.

My brother David
Dum, dum, dum, dum

I'm not going to
sit here warbling.

You can with me.

- Because you're peculiar.
- I take that as a compliment.

Well...

Rules are rules.

I'm not... crooning Swanee River.

Camptown Races, then. My
brother David said to me

Doo-dah, doo-dah

Continuous sound
will give you flow.

No.

Does it feel strange now
that David's on the throne?

To tell the truth,
it was a relief.

Knowing I...

wouldn't be... King.

But unless he produces an
heir, you're next in line.

And your daughter, Elizabeth,
would then succeed you.

You're barking up the wrong
tree now, Doctor, Doctor

Lionel

See? You didn't stammer.

Of course I didn't
stammer, I was singing.

Well, as a little reward, you get
to put some glue on these struts.

- Your boy... won't mind?
- No, not at all.

David and I were... very close.

Young bucks, you know.

Did you chase the same girls?

David was always very helpful
in... arranging introductions.

We shared the...

expert ministrations

of Paulette in the Palace.

Not at the same time, of course.

- Did David ever tease you?
- Oh, yes, they all did.

B-B-B-Bertie.

Father encouraged it.

Said, Get it out, boy. Said
it would make me stop.

He said, I was afraid of my father

and my children are... damn
well gonna be afraid of me.

Are you naturally right-handed?

Left.

I was... punished, and
now I use the right.

Yes, that's very common
with stammerers.

- Any other corrections?
- Knock knees.

Metal splints were made.

Worn... worn day and night.

- Must have been painful.
- Bloody agony.

Straight legs now.

Who were you closest
to in your family?

Nannies.

Not my first nanny. She...

She loved David. Hated me.

When we were...

presented to my parents
for the daily viewing,

she would... she'd pinch me

so that I'd cry and be handed
back to her immediately.

And then she would...

Sing it.

Then she wouldn't feed me

Far; far away

Took my parents...
three years to notice.

As you... as you can imagine,
caused some stomach problems.

Still.

What about your brother, Johnnie?

Were you close to him?

Johnnie... sweet boy.

Had...

epilepsy.

And he was... different.

He died at... 13.

Hidden from view.

I'm told it's not... catching.

Do you want a top-up?

Please.

You know...

Lionel, you're...

you're the first
ordinary Englishman...

- Australian.
- I've ever really spoken to.

When I'm... driven
through the streets

and I see the, you know, the
common man staring at me, I...

I'm struck by how little
I know of his life

and how little he knows of mine.

- Thank you.
- What are friends for?

I wouldn't know.

I sifted seven...

thick-stalked thistles through
a strong, thick sieve.

- I sifted seven thick-stalked...
- That's enough now, darling.

Listen, I have to keep doing this,
it's awful. I sifted seven...

- Oh, no.
- Thick-stalked...

One-hundred-year-old spruces
removed to improve the view?

Who does she think she is?

Nonetheless, we must try to be
pleasant towards Mrs Simpson.

She calls me The
Fat Scottish Cook.

You're not fat.

I'm getting plump.

Well, you seldom cook.

- I sifted seven...
- Shut up.

Thick sieves... I sifted seven...

Three, two, one and...

Their Royal Highnesses the
Duke and Duchess of York.

Oh, how lovely to see you both.

Welcome to our little
country shack.

I came at the
invitation of the King.

Your Majesty.

- You all right?
- Sorry we're late.

Very nice to see
you... Mrs Simpson.

Very nice.

Hello, David. Making some...

changes to the garden, I see.

Yes, I'm not quite finished yet.

Don't tell me I behaved
badly, Mr Churchill.

On the contrary,
Your Royal Highness.

Etiquette decrees
that royalty should

be greeted by the official host,

in this case, the
King. Not a commoner.

Thank you.

- What is her hold on him?
- I've no idea.

Apparently, she has certain skills

acquired in an
establishment in Shanghai.

David.

Just be a sec, darling.
Would you excuse me?

David, I've been
trying to see you.

I've been terribly busy.

- Doing what?
- Kinging.

Really? Kinging is a...

a precarious business these
days. Where's the Russian tsar?

- Where's cousin Wilhelm?
- You're being dreary.

Is kinging laying off 80... staff
and buying more pearls for Wallis,

while people are marching across
Europe singing The Red Flag?

- Herr Hitler will sort them out.
- Who will sort out Herr Hitler?

Where's the bloody 23?

And you put that woman
in our mother's suite.

Mama's not still in
the bed, is she?

That's not funny.

Here it is. Wallis
likes the very best.

I don't care what woman you
carry on with at night,

as long as you... show up
for duty in the morning.

Wallis is not just some
woman I'm carrying on with.

We intend to marry.

Excuse me?

She's filing a
petition for divorce.

Good God.

Can't you just give her a
nice house and a title?

I'm not having her as my mistress.

The Church doesn't
recognise divorce,

and you are the...
head of the Church.

Haven't I any rights?

- Many privileges.
- Not the same thing.

Your beloved common man may
marry for love. Why not me?

If you were... a common man,

on what basis could you...
possibly claim to be King?

Sounds like you've studied
our wretched Constitution.

- Sounds like you haven't.
- That's what this is about.

Brushing up. Hence, the
elocution lessons.

- That's the scoop around town.
- I'm trying to...

Yearning for a larger
audience, are we, B-B-Bertie?

Don't.

What's that?

I'm sorry, I...

Younger brother trying to push
older brother off the throne.

P- P-Positively mediaeval.

Wallis.

Ah. Where have you
been all this time?

- Who have you been talking to?
- Never you mind.

What a very complicated
little King you are.

I try to be.

All that work... down the drain.

My own brother.

I couldn't say a single
word to him in reply.

Why do you stammer
so much more with

David than you ever do with me?

Because you're bloody
well paid to listen.

Bertie, I'm not a geisha girl.

Stop trying to be
so bloody clever.

What is it about David
that stops you speaking?

What is it about you
that bloody well

makes you want to go on about him

- the whole bloody time?
- Vulgar but fluent.

You don't stammer when you swear.

Bugger off.

- Is that the best you can do?
- Well, bloody...

bugger to you, you
beastly bastard.

Oh, a public school prig
could do better than that.

Shit.

Shit, Shit, Shit.

Shit, Shit, Shit,
Shit, Shit, Shit.

Yes, defecation flows
trippingly from the tongue.

- Because I'm angry.
- Do you know the f word?

- Fornication?
- Oh, Bertie.

Fuck. Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck.
Fuck, fuck and bugger.

Bugger, bugger, buggedy, fuck.

- Fuck, ass.
- Yes.

- Balls, balls, fuckety shit.
- You see? Not a hesitation.

Willy, shit and fuck. And tits.

- Dad, what's going on?
- Sorry.

Just finish your homework.

Well, that's a side of you we
don't get to see all that often.

No.

No, we're not supposed to,
really. Not publicly.

Let's get some air.

No, I don't think
that's a good idea.

What's the matter? Why
are you so upset?

Logue, you have no idea.

My... my brother

is infatuated with a...

woman who's been married twice.

She's asking for a divorce, and
he's determined to marry her.

- Jesus.
- Mrs Wallis Simpson

- of Baltimore.
- That's not right.

- Queen Wallis of Baltimore.
- Unthinkable.

- Can he do it?
- Absolutely not.

But he's going to anyway.
All hell's broken loose.

Can't they just
carry on privately?

If only they would.

Where does this leave you?

I know my place. I...

I will do anything...

in my power to keep my
brother on the throne.

Is it that serious?

Your place may well
be on the throne.

I am not an alternative
to my brother.

- You can outshine David.
- Don't take liberties.

That's bordering on treason.

I'm just saying you could be King.

- You could do it.
- That is treason.

I'm trying to get you to realise
you needn't be governed by fear.

I've had enough of this.

- What are you so afraid of?
- Your poisonous words.

Why did you come to me? You're
not some middle-class banker

who wants elocution lessons
so you can chitchat...

Don't attempt to instruct
me on my duties.

I am the son of a... King.

And the brother of... of a King.

You're the disappointing
son of a brewer.

A jumped-up jackeroo
from the outback.

You're a nobody. These
sessions are over.

Through here, sir.

It's not because
she's an American.

That is the least of it.

It's because she's a soon to
be twice divorced American.

And the King, as head of
the Church of England,

cannot marry a divorced woman.

And, sir, I apologise
for the nature of this.

According to Scotland Yard,

the King has not always
possessed exclusive rights

to Mrs Simpson's...
favours and affections...

sharing them with a married
used car salesman,

a certain Mr Guy Trundle.

In addition, it is also
rumoured Hitler's ambassador,

Count Von Ribbentrop, sends
her 17 carnations every day.

Should His Majesty continue to

ignore the advice
of his government,

he must abdicate.

Otherwise, his government has
no choice but to resign.

Prime Minister, you'd leave
a country without a...

a government?

Does the King do what he wants?

Or does he do what the
people expect him to do?

As crowds in Downing Street
watch ministers come and go,

can a king separate
his personal life

- from his public duty...
- What's the matter, love?

I'm just having trouble
with a patient.

That isn't like you.

- Why?
- He's scared.

He's afraid of his own shadow.

Isn't that why they come to you?

This fellow could really
be somebody great.

He's fighting me.

Perhaps he doesn't
want to be great.

Perhaps that's what you want.

I might have overstepped the mark.

Apologise. Do you both good.

I'm very sorry, Mr
Logue, the Duke is busy.

I'm happy to wait. Or I
could come back later.

As I said, the Duke
is terribly busy.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Parliament will not
support the marriage.

But there are other
reasons for concern.

He was careless with state papers.
He lacked commitment and resolve,

and there are those who are
worried about where he will stand

when war comes with Germany.

- We're not coming to that?
- Indeed we are, sir.

Prime Minister Baldwin
may deny this,

but Hitler's intent
is crystal clear.

War with Germany will come.

And we will need a King whom we
can all stand behind, united.

I fear my...

brother is not of sound mind...

at this time.

Have you thought what
you will call yourself?

Certainly not Albert,
sir. Too Germanic.

What about George?
After your father?

George the Sixth has a rather
nice continuity to it.

Don't you think?

David. Thank God.

You look exhausted.

How are you bearing up?

Bertie, the decision's
been made. I...

I'm going.

- I can't accept that...
- I'm afraid there's no other way.

I must marry her.

My mind's made up. I'm... sorry.

That's a terrible thing to hear.

Nobody wants that.

I, least of all.

At long last,

I am able to say a
few words of my own.

I have never wanted
to withhold anything,

but until now it has not been
constitutionally possible

for me to speak.

A few hours ago, I
discharged my last duty

as King and Emperor,

and now that I have been
succeeded by my brother;

the Duke of York,

my first words must be to
declare my allegiance to him.

This I do with all my heart.

You all know the
reasons which have

impelled me to
renounce the throne,

but you must believe
me when I tell you

that I have found it impossible
to carry the heavy burden

of responsibility and to
discharge my duties as King,

as I would wish to do

without the help and support
of the woman I love.

And I want you to know,

this decision has been
made less difficult to me

by the sure knowledge
that my brother,

with his long training in the
public affairs of this country,

and with his fine qualities,

will be able to take
my place forthwith

without interruption or injury

to the life and
progress of the Empire.

I meet you today...

in...

in circumstances which are...

- I'm sure you'll love it.
- There you go.

Thank you, darling.
Saddles. Margaret.

- There's Montezuma.
- Oh, here's one.

- Mama, here's a horse and saddle.
- Thank you. Oops.

Don't worry, Sally.
We'll get you...

- Mama?
- Yes?

Will we have space for our horses

- in our new home?
- Course we will, darling.

We'll have a palace of rooms.

Curtsey.

Your Majesty.

How was it?

I was trying to...
familiarise myself

with... what a state
paper looks like.

It's a...

dispatch from Mr Baldwin, which
I don't understand a word of.

David's finances.

Christmas... broadcast.

- Think that would be a mistake.
- No, don't worry about that.

Oh.

Plans for the Coronation.

Think that would be an
even bigger mistake.

- I'm not a King.
- Oh, shush.

I'm a Naval officer.
That's all I know.

I'm not a King. I'm not a King.

- I'm sorry.
- No.

- I'm sorry.
- No, don't be silly. Please.

Oh, my dear.

My dear, dear man.

- I'm sorry.
- You know,

I refused your first two
marriage proposals,

not because I didn't love you,

but because I couldn't bear
the idea of a Royal life.

Couldn't bear the idea of a life
of tours, public duty, of...

Well, a life that no longer
was really to be my own.

But then I thought, he stammers so

beautifully, they'll
leave us alone.

Waiting for a King to apologise,
one can wait rather a long wait.

I'm afraid we're slightly late.

This is home.

Myrtle's at bridge. I made
sure the boys were out.

It's lovely. Absolutely lovely.

- Oh. May I sit down?
- Yes, of course.

- Would you like some tea, ma'am?
- Yes, I'll help myself.

Now, off you go. Or must I
knock your heads together?

Here's your shilling.

I understand...

what you were trying
to say, Logue.

I went about it the wrong way.

I'm sorry.

So, here I am.

Is the nation ready for two...
minutes of radio silence?

Every stammerer always fears
going back to square one.

I don't let that happen.

If I fail in my duty,

David could come back.
I've seen the placards.

God save our... King.

They don't mean me.

Every monarch in history

has succeeded someone who's dead

or just about to be.

My predecessor is not only
alive, but very much so.

It's a bloody mess.

Couldn't even give them
a Christmas speech.

- Like your dad used to do?
- Precisely.

He's not here any more.

Yes, he is. He's on that
shilling I gave you.

Easy enough to give away.

You don't have to carry him
around in your pocket.

Or your brother.

You don't need to be afraid of
the things you were afraid of

when you were five.

You're very much your
own man, Bertie.

Am I?

- Your face is next, mate.
- Lionel, dear.

Myrtle.

- Is this your wife?
- Yes.

Bertie. Come here.

- Are you all right, Logue?
- Yes.

- Shouldn't we go through?
- Trust me, it's important.

- What is it?
- Oh.

You're...

It's Your Majesty the first time.

After that, it's Ma'am. As in ham.

Not malm as in palm.

I haven't told her about us.

Sit down, relax.

I'm told your husband
calls my husband Bertie.

And my husband calls
your husband Lionel.

I trust you won't call me Liz.

Your Majesty, you may
call me Mrs Logue, ma'am.

Very nice to meet you, Mrs Logue.

Logue, we can't stay here all day.

- Yes, we can.
- Logue.

I need to wait for
the right moment.

- Logue, you're being a coward.
- You're damn right.

Get out there, man.

Hello, Myrtle, darling.

You're early.

I believe you two have met,
but I don't think you know...

- King George the Sixth.
- It's very nice to meet you.

Will Their Majesties
be staying to dinner?

We'd love to, such a
treat, but alas a...

previous engagement. What a pity.

- Archbishop.
- Welcome, Your Majesty.

What a glorious
transformation, sir.

I hope you'll forgive us if
we continue our preparations?

Now, allow me to guide you
through the ceremony.

We begin, of course, at the
West door into the nave.

I see all your pronouncements are
to be broadcast, Archbishop.

Ah, yes. Wireless.

It is, indeed, a Pandora's box,

and I'm afraid I've also had to
permit the newsreel cameras.

The product of which I
shall personally edit.

Without momentary hesitations.

This is Dr Logue of Harley Street.

He's... my speech therapist.

- Your Grace.
- Had I known that Your Majesty

was seeking assistance, I should
have made my own recommendation.

Dr Logue will...

will be attending the Coronation.

Of course I'll speak to the Dean,

but it will be
extremely difficult.

I should like the...

doctor to be seated in the...

King's Box.

But members of your family
will be seated there, sir.

That is why it is suitable.

And now, if you don't mind, Your
Grace, we need the premises.

My dear fellow, this
is Westminster Abbey.

The Church must
prepare His Majesty.

My preparations are
equally as important.

With complete privacy,
if you don't mind.

Those are my wishes, Your Grace.

I will place the Abbey at
Your Majesty's disposal,

this evening. Your Majesty.

I can't believe I'm walking on
Chaucer and Handel and Dickens.

Everything all right?
Let's get cracking.

I'm not here to
rehearse, Dr Logue.

Call me Lionel.

True, you... never...

called yourself
Doctor. I did that...

for you.

No training.

No diploma, no...

qualifications.

Just... a great deal of nerve.

The Star Chamber
inquisition, is it?

You asked for trust.

And... total equality.

Bertie, I heard you at
Wembley. I was there.

My son Laurie said, Dad, do you

think you could
help that poor man?

- What, as a failed actor?
- It's true.

I'm not a doctor. And
yes, I acted, a bit.

Well, I recited in pubs. I
taught elocution in schools.

When the Great War came,

all our soldiers were returning
to Australia from the front,

a lot of them shell-shocked,
unable to speak.

Somebody said, Lionel, You're
very good at this speech stuff.

Do you think you could possibly
help these poor buggers?

I did muscle therapy,
exercises, relaxation,

but I knew I had to go deeper.

Those poor young blokes
had cried out in fear.

No one was listening to them.

My job was to give them
faith in their own voice,

and let them know that a
friend was listening.

That must ring a few
bells with you, Bertie.

You give a very noble
account of yourself.

- Make inquiries. It's all true.
- Inquiries have been made.

You have no idea who I have
breathing down my neck.

I vouched for you,
and you have no...

- credentials.
- But lots of success.

I can't show you a certificate.
There was no training then.

Everything I know, I
know from experience.

And that war was some experience.

My plaque says, L.
Logue, Speech Defects.

Not Doctor. There are no
letters after my name.

- Lock me in the Tower.
- I would if I could.

- On what charge?
- Fraud.

With war looming, you've saddled
this nation with a voiceless...

King. You've destroyed the
happiness of my family,

all for the sake of ensnaring a
star... patient you couldn't...

possibly hope to assist.

It'll be like mad...

King George the Third.

I'll be... Mad King...

George the Stammerer...

who let his people down so
badly in their hour of need.

What are you doing? Get up.
You can't sit there. Get up.

- Why not? It's a chair.
- No, it... That is not a chair.

That is... That...

That is Saint Edward's chair.

People have carved
their names on it.

That chair is the seat
on which every King...

It's held in place
by a large rock.

That is the Stone of Scone.

You are trivialising everything.

I don't care how
many royal assholes

- have sat on this chair.
- Listen to me. Listen to me.

- Listen to you? By what right?
- By Divine Right, if you must.

- I am your King.
- No, you're not.

You told me so yourself. You
said you didn't want it.

Why should I waste my
time listening to you?

Because I have a right to
be heard. I have a voice.

Yes, you do.

You have such
perseverance, Bertie.

You're the bravest man I know.

You'll make a bloody good King.

What on earth is going on, sir?

It's quite all right, Archbishop.

Mr Logue, you must know that

I've found a replacement English

specialist with
impeccable credentials.

Hence, your services will
no longer be required.

- I'm sorry?
- Your Majesty's function

is to consult and be advised.
Now, you didn't consult,

- but you have just been advised.
- And now I advise you.

In this personal matter, I
will make my own decision.

My concern is for the head on
which I must place the crown.

I appreciate that, Archbishop.

But it's my head.

Your humble servant.

Thank you, Bertie.

Shall we rehearse? Come
on. Up on your perch.

Now, when you and Elizabeth
enter through the West door,

you will be greeted by the hymn I
was glad when they said unto me.

Actually, you won't
be that glad because

they do sing it for
a very long time.

Then your friend, the Archbishop,

will ponce up the
stairs towards you,

and say, sir, is Your Majesty
willing to take the oath?

- I am willing.
- Well, of course you are.

I'm gonna see what this sounds
like in the cheap seats,

so even your old nanny can hear.

Will you govern your peoples,
Great Britain, Ireland, Canada,

Australia and New Zealand,

according to their
lands and customs?

- I solemnly promise to do so.
- Louder.

- I can't hear you up the back.
- I solemnly promise to do so.

Very good. And will
you, to your power,

cause Law and Justice, in Mercy to

be executed in all
your judgements?

I will. I will.

Then there's a very long bit about
upholding the faith. It goes on,

rubbish, rubbish, rubbish,
to which you finally say...

The things which I have...
here before promised,

I will perform and
keep. So help me God.

And that's all you say.
Four short responses.

Kiss the book, sign the
oath, and you're King.

Easy.

You nearly crowned him
backwards, Archbishop.

Someone had removed the thread

marking the back
of the crown, sir.

Try not to lose the
thread, Archbishop.

Archbishop, we're missing Papa.

- God save the King.
- Very good.

Very good, Archbishop.

Well, I hope Your Majesties
are thrilled with the result.

- You can switch that machine off.
- No, wait. Keep going.

Nazism has held its
great convention.

Do take a seat, Archbishop.

Masses of uniformed men,
stupefying to the eye,

and incredible to the imagination
have stood in spellbound audience

of the Fuhrer.

Papa? Papa, what's he saying?

I don't know, but he seems
to be saying it rather well.

Sir... I have asked
to see you today

in order to tender my
resignation as Prime Minister.

I'm so sorry to hear
that, Mr Baldwin.

Neville Chamberlain will take
my place as Prime Minister.

It's a matter of
principle. I was mistaken.

I have found it
impossible to believe

that there is any man in the world

so lacking in moral
feeling as Hitler,

that the world may be
hurled for a second time

into the abyss of destructive war.

Churchill was right all along.

This was always
Hitler's intention.

I'm only very sorry to leave you
at this great time of crisis.

I'm very much afraid, sir, that
your greatest test is yet to come.

I am speaking to you...

from the Cabinet room
at 10 Downing Street.

This morning, the British
ambassador in Berlin

handed the German
government a final note

stating that unless we
heard from them by 11:00,

that they were prepared at once to
withdraw their troops from Poland,

a state of war would
exist between us.

I have to tell you
now that no such

undertaking has been received,

and that, consequently, this
country is at war with Germany.

At last, sir, here is your speech.

You are on air at six.

I have timed it to just
under nine minutes.

The wording is fully approved.

The Prime Minister will be
joining you for the broadcast,

which will go outlive across
the nation, the Empire

- and to our armed forces.
- Get Logue here immediately.

- There's the barrage balloons.
- Yes.

- They got them up there quickly.
- Yeah.

Shall we pull over
and find a shelter?

No, no. Go straight there.

We'll be all right.

- Yes, sir?
- Lionel Logue.

Major Hartley is expecting
me. This is my son, Laurie.

- Thank you, Laurie.
- Good luck, Dad.

- The King's speech.
- Thank you, sir.

We have about 40 minutes
to the broadcast.

Thank you very much. Thank you.

There may be dark days ahead...

- and...
- Try again.

There may be dark
days ahead, and...

Turn the hesitations
into pauses and

say to yourself,
God save the King.

I say that continuously, but
apparently no one's listening.

Long pauses are good. They add
solemnity to great occasions.

Then I'm the solemnest
king who ever lived.

You know, if I'm a king,
where's my power?

Can I... can I form a government?

Can I... can I... levy a tax?

Declare a... a war? No.

And yet I'm the seat of all
authority. Why? Because...

the nation believes
that when I speak,

I speak for them.
But I can't speak.

Let's take it all again from
the top. In this grave hour.

In this grave hour...
Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Perhaps the most fateful in our
history... Bugger, shit, shit.

I send to every household of my...

You see, P is always difficult,
even when I'm singing.

Bounce on to it. A peoples.

A people. A people.

Household of my
peoples, both at home

- and overseas.
- Beautiful.

This message, Doo-dah.

Spoken with the same depth
of feeling Doo-dah day

For each one of you, as
if I were able to...

Shit, fuck, bugger... cross your
threshold and speak to you...

In your head now. I have a
right to be bloody well heard.

Bloody well heard, bloody
well heard myself.

Now, waltz. Move. Get
continuous movement.

For the second time in
the lives of most of us

- We are at...
- We are, take a pause.

- Lionel, I can't do this.
- Bertie, you can do it.

Have a look at the last paragraph.

Bertie. It's time.

- Archbishop.
- Your Majesty.

A great moment, sir.

- Prime Minister.
- Your Majesty.

Nice to see you... again so soon.

Good of you to be here.
I'm sure you have a...

a rather busy day.

I hope we have no
more interruptions

- from those damn sirens, sir.
- Or the wretched dogs.

Congrat... Congratulations.

- First Lord of the Admiralty.
- Your Majesty.

The long... walk.

Good luck, sir.

I, too, dread this apparatus.

Had a speech impediment
myself, you know.

- I didn't.
- Family secret. Tongue-tied.

An operation was considered
to be too dangerous.

I eventually made an asset of it.

- Thank you, Mr Churchill.
- Sir.

Darling.

- How long, Logue?
- Just under three minutes.

- Mr Wood.
- Good luck, Your Majesty.

Mr Wood.

- You've redecorated, Logue.
- I made it cosy.

- Some fresh air.
- There you are, darling.

I'm a thistle-sifter.

I've a sieve of sifted thistles
and a sieve of unsifted thistles.

A sieve of sifted thistles and
a sieve of unsifted thistles.

- Because I'm...
- Bertie. Darling.

Make sure it's not switched on.

Remember, the red light
will blink four times,

then I've asked them
to turn it off.

Because we don't
want that evil eye

staring at you all
the way through.

One minute, sir.

I'm sure you'll be splendid.

Forty seconds, sir.

Logue.

However this turns out...

I don't know how to thank
you... for what you've done.

Knighthood?

Twenty seconds.

Forget everything else,
and just say it to me.

Say it to me as a friend.

In this grave...

hour...

perhaps the most fateful
in our history...

I send...

to every household of my...

a-peoples...

both at home...

and overseas...

this message...

spoken with the same
depth of feeling...

for each one of you...

as if I were able to
cross your threshold

and speak to you... myself.

For the second time in the
lives of most of us...

we are... at...

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

At war.

Very good.

Over and over again...

we have tried to find...

a peaceful way out of
the differences...

between ourselves...

and those...

who are now our... enemies.

But it has been... in vain.

We have been forced
into a conflict,

for we are called to meet the
challenge of a principle,

which, if it were to prevail,

would be fatal to
any civilised order

in the world.

Such a principle,

stripped of all disguise,

is surely the mere...

primitive doctrine that might...

is right.

For the sake of all that
we ourselves hold dean

it is unthinkable

that we should refuse to meet...

the challenge.

It is to this high purpose

that I now call

my people at home,

and my peoples across the seas,

who will make our cause their own.

I ask them to stand calm

and firm and united

in this time of trial.

The task will be hard.

There may be dark days ahead,

and war can no longer be confined

to the battlefield.

But we can only do the right

as we see the right,

and reverently commit

our cause to God.

If one and all we keep

resolutely faithful to it,

then, with God's help,

we shall... prevail.

It was very good, Bertie.

You still stammered on the.

Well, I had to throw in a
few, so they knew it was me.

Congratulations, Your
Majesty. A true broadcaster.

Thank you, Mr Wood.

- Congratulations, Your Majesty.
- Sir.

- Congratulations, Your Majesty.
- Thank you.

Ready.

- Good?
- Perfect, sir.

Your first wartime speech.

Congratulations.

I expect I shall have to...
do a great deal more.

Thank you, Logue.

Well done.

My friend.

Thank you...

Your Majesty.

I knew you'd be good.

Thank you... Lionel.

Onwards.

- Congratulations, sir.
- Well done, sir.

Couldn't have said it
better myself, sir.

Your Majesty, I am speechless.

- Congratulations, sir.
- Gentlemen.

- So how was Papa, Elizabeth?
- Halting at first,

- but you got much better, Papa.
- Well, bless you.

- And how about you, Margaret?
- You were just splendid, Papa.

Of course I was.

Are we all ready?

Come on, girls.