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You are live in two minutes, Your Royal Highness.

Sir?

At the microphone, Do your work Sir.

I am sure you will be splendid. Just take your time.

Time to go.

BBC NEWS READER : Good afternoon.

This is the BBC National Programme and Empire Services

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.

58 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 are Live.

BBC NEWS READER : 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....t' ek

...The King.

SIR BLANDINE-BENTHAM: Inhale deep into your lungs.. Your Royal Highness.

Relaxes your larynx, does it not?

Cigarette smoking calms the nerves and gives you confidence.

If Your Highness will be very kind as to open your hand...

It's Sterilized. Now..

Now...if I may take the liberty?

...insert some into your mouth.

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

The classic approach, it cured Demosthenes.

That was in Ancient Greece...uh

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 Higness.

I nearly swallowed the bloody things!

Thank you so much, Doctor,

it’s been most...hmm interesting.

Insert marbles!

He can insert his own bloody marbles....!

Tick, tock, tick, tock.

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

I know.

Promise me: no more.

Hello. Is anyone there?

I’m just in the loo.

Ah, Mrs.Johnson There you are.

I’m sorry, there’s no receptionist. I like to keep things simple.

“Poor and content is rich and rich enough”

- Sorry? - Shakespeare. How are you?

How do you do?

Coughing a lot.

Now, this is slightly awkward, But.. I’m afraid you’re late.

Yes, I’m afraid I am.

Where’s Mr Johnson?

He doesn’t know I’m here.

That’s not a promising start.

My husband has seen everyone to no avail. Awefully 'fraid he’s given up hope.

He hasn’t seen me.

You’re awfully sure of yourself.

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

Of course, he wishes to be cured.

My husband is umm.. he's required to speak publicly.

Perhaps he should change jobs?

- He can’t.

Indentured servitude?

Something of that nature.

Well we need to have your hubby pop by...

Uh..Tuesday would be good...

He can give me his personal details and I’ll make a frank appraisal and then, We can take it from there.

Doctor, forgive me.

I do not have a “hubby”. We don’t ‘pop’.

and nor do we ever talk about our private lives.

You... must come to us.

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

You'll have to talk over this with your hauband 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.

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.

Of course. How did you find me, Your Royal Highness?

The President of the Speech Therapists Society.

Eileen McCleod? She’s a sport.

Dr McCleod warned me your antipodean methods were “unorthodox and controversial”.

I warned her... those were not my favorite 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.

Well then, in that case...

When can you start?

Still sounds a bit rough, mate.

You make me drive too slowly, Dad!

Did you pick mum up from Bridge?

Yes, I’ve hardly been out of the car all day.

I had a special visitor this afternoon.

- May I please leave this table - How special, special?

No, You must stay, bored stupid, listening to your parents’ inane conversation.

- Thanks Dad.. - and Mum.

- Me too. - You meeting Jean?

- No, someone else.

Doctor? Doctor? Can't you help your brother with the washing...

I’m fine.

Who's 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 favorites. - Aren't they all?

It Could be a lot of fun.

I'm sure you'll be splendid.

They’re a highly regarded group.

From Putney.

Tomorrow, Chapter IV.

‘The Flight’.

Oh, to fly away!

Weren’t they lucky!

Now Papa tell a story!

- Could I be a penguin instead?

Once, there were two princesses...

Princess Elizabeth and Princess Margaret.

whose Papa was a penguin.

This was because he had been turned into one by the wicket witch.

This was an... inconvenient for him..

because he loved to hold his princesses in his arms...

and you can’t because he don't have wings like herrings

- Herrings don’t have wings.

- Penguins have wings which is shaped like herrings

and make matters worse...

is that she sent him to the South Pole.

which is an awfully long walk..back.

if you can’t fly.

So..When he reached the water,

he dived in through the dept so fast...

that he was in Southampton waters by lunchtime.

And from there, he took the 2.30 to Weybridge,

changed at Clapham Junction and asked a passing Mallard the way to Buckingham Palace.

He 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 commotions,

they ran to the kitchen where they gave him 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.

With wings so big

that he could wrap them both his two girls together.

Now, now.. It's time for 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 found someone rather interesting.

On Harley Street. A doctor.

- Out of the question.

I’m not having this conversation again. The 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... wreaths;

- 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 realize Richard the Third was King of the Colonies.

I do know the lines. I’ve played the role before.

- Sydney? - Perth.

- Major theater 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.

Where did you find this...physician?

Classifieds,

next to “French model, Shepherd’s Market”.

He comes highly recommended.

Charges substantial fees in order to help the poor.

Oh dear, perhaps he’s a Bolshevik?!

No receptionist. He 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 p-

pleasant day, p-perhaps take a stroll.

Was that alright...Lionel?

Marvellous! Willy. You can stay and wait for your mom.

Mrs Johnson...

Mr Johnson, Do come in.

He’s a good lad, Willy.

He could hardly make a sound, you know,

when he first came to me.

My boys made those. Good, aren’t they?

Please make yourself comfortable.

I was told not to sit too close.

Well I believe when speaking with a Prince,

One waits for the prince to choose a topic.

Waiting for me to... commence

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

Do you Know any jokes?

Timing isn’t my strong suit.

Cuppa tea?

No thank you.

Aren’t you going to start treating me Dr Logue?

Only if you’re interested in being treated.

Please, call me Lionel.

I prefer Doctor.

I prefer Lionel. What’ll I call you?

Your Royal Highness, then Sir after that.

A bit formal for here. What about your name?

Prince Albert ...Frederick Arthur George?

How about Bertie?

Only my family uses that.

Perfect. In here, it’s better if we’re equals.

If we were equal 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 will kill you.

My physicians say it relaxes the throat.

They’re idiots.

They’ve all been knighted.

Makes it official then.

My ‘castle’, my rules.

What was your earliest memory?

What? an earth do you mean?

Your First recollection.

I'm not...

here to discuss my personal matters.

Why’re 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!

- Its 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 occasionally Bertie.

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.

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

Of course not!

Well, that proves your impediment isn’t a permanent part of you.

What do you think was the cause?

I don't know.

I don’t care! I stammer!

And no one can fix it.

I Bet you, you can read flawlessly, right here, right now.

And if I win, I get to ask questions.

- And if I win?

- You don’t have to answer.

One usually ... wagers money.

A bob each to sweeten it?

Lets See your shilling??

- I don’t... carry money.

- I had a funny feeling you mightn’t.

I'll stake you. You can Pay me back next time.

- Who says there is a next time?

- I haven’t agreed to take you on, yet.

Please stand. and take a look at that...

I can’t read this.

Then you owe me a shilling , for not trying.

“To be... or not to be,....That...

I can’t read!

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: its a Silvertone.

Pop this on?

There’s a bob in this, mate. You can go home rich!

- You’re playing music. - I know.

How can I hear what I’m saying?!

Surely a Prince’s brain knows what its mouth is 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 twelve-pence?

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, I get to ask you the question.

Thank you Doctor,

I don't feel.. this is for me.

Thank You for your time, Bye.

- Sir?

the recording is free.

Please.. keep it as a souvenir.

KING GEORGE V (O.S.) 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 in this time of depression without self-seeking

and to carry with us those whom the burden of past years has disheartened or overborne.

To all, to each,

I wish a Happy Christmas. God bless you.

Easy when you know how.

Have a go yourself.

Congratulations, Sir.

Ah, Mr Wood.

Splendid fellow. Chap taught me everything I know: let the microphone do the work.

Sit up, straight back,

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

as you would any decent Englishman.

Show who’s in command.

Papa, I D-d-don’t thu-thu-think I c-c-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 is 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 a Mrs Simpson,

a woman with two husbands living!

I told him straight, no divorced person could ever be received at court.

He said, "It made him sublimely happy."

I imagined 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 eyes... and lied!

When I’m dead that boy will ruin himself, this family, and this nation, within twelve months.

Who’ll pick up the pieces?

Herr Hitler, intimidating half of Europe, Marshall Stalin the other half?

Who’ll stand between us, the jackboots, and the proletarian abyss?

You?

With your older brother shirking his duties, you’re going to have to do a lot more of this.

Have a go yourself. Son.

Get it out boy!

...m-marvels of m- - Modern...

just take your time - form your words carefully

Science, I am enabled, this ... - Relax!

Just try it!

Do it!

Lying .. bastard.

“To be, or not to 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.."

Strictly business.

No p.. personal nonsense.

I thought I’d made that very clear in our interview.

- Got the shilling you owe me?

- No I haven’t!

- Didn’t think so.

Besides, you tricked me!

Physical excercises and tricks are important...

What you’re asking will only deal with the surface of the problem.

That’s sufficient.

As far as i see it, My hausband...

has mechanical difficulties with his speech.

Maybe... Just deal with that.

- I’m willing to work hard, Doctor Logue... - Lionel.

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

Alright. You want mechanics?

We need to relax your throat muscles and strengthen your tongue.

By repeating tongue twisters for example.

“I am a thistle-sifter. I have a sieve of sifted thistles and a sieve of unsifted thistles.

Because I am a thistle sifter.”

- Fine!

You have a flabby tummy, we must build up the strength in your diaphragm.

Simple mechanics.

That is all we ask.

And that’s about a shilling’s worth.

Forget about the blessed shilling!

Perhaps, upon occasion,

you might be requested some assistance in cope with a minor event.

Will that agreeable?

Of course.

That will be the full extent of your services.

- Shall I see you next week?

- I shall see you every day.

Ahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahah.

Feel the loosening of the jaw

Take a nice deep breath. Expand your chest..

How do you feel?

full of hot air.

- Isn’t that what public speaking is all about?

Are you alright, Bertie?

This is actually quite good fun,

- Hello, Bertie. - Hello David.

Where’ve you been?

Been busy. - So was I.

Elizabeth has pneumonia.

I’m sorry. She’ll recover.

Father won’t.

- I’ll drive.

Old bugger’s doing this on purpose.

Dying?

Departing prematurely... to complicate matters.

Oh for heaven’s sake, David. You know how long he’s been ill.

Wallis explained. She’s terribly clever about this thing.

LORD WIGRAM: ... whereas by letters patent underthe Great Seal, bearing date of Westminster, the eleventh June 1912

his Majesty King George V did constitute, order and declare that there should be a guardian,

Custos Regni, in the form of Councillors of State

It’s the order of the Council for the State, Sir.

So we may act on your behalf.

I’m still confused...

Approved.

Thank you.

Feeling a little better Sir?

No. I’m not feeling any better. I feel dreadful.

Have you been ice skating? ..Ice skating.

No, George.

...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 dofar too often lately.

David, Dinner?

- I’m on with Wallis!

Wallis misses me terribly.

- Mama says you’re late for dinner.

- She forgets Papa’s bloody clocks were always half an hour fast!

How is the king? I hope he is not in pain.

No, no, His Majesty, he’s quieter now.

Thank you.

David, If your father were well, tardiness would not be tolerated.

None of this.. unpleasantness would be tolerated

You know Sir, I appreciate that yo are different from your father in your outlook and temperament.

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

I tried in your interest, to present it in a 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.

We 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!

Time for a Shake, dad?

You sure?

Go on.

Put your thinking caps on.

Bet its the Scottish Play.

No, I bet it’s Othello. It’s always Othello.

“Art thou afeard?”

Caliban!

Oh! For heaven’s sake.. that was a lucky guess!

Don’t listen to egghead. Go on, Dad.

“the isle is full ofnoises,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:”

Alright, clever clogs, what comes next?

“..and then, in dreaming, The clouds me thought would open,

and show riches Ready to drop upon me; that when I'm awake...”

...when I waked, I cried to dream again.”

It’s such a sad thought.

My next patient must be early.

You better go lads, I’m sorry.

Won’t be a moment, Clifford.

Bertie! they told me not to expect you.

I am Sorry about your father.

I don’t wish to intrude..

oh no... course. Please come in.

I’ve been practising. One hour a day. In spite of everything.

What’s going on there?

I was, sorry, mucking around with my kids.

Do you feel like working today?

A Curtis bi-plane.

I’ll put on some hot milk.

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 you 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 last words were:

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

He couldn’t say that to my face.

My brother.

What about him?

Try singing.

I'm sorry.

Know any songs?

Songs?

Yes songs.

“Swanee River”.

I love that song.

Happens to be my favorite.

Sing me the chorus.

No. Certainly not.

Always wanted to build models. Father wouldn’t allow it.

He collected stamps. we had to collect stamps.

You can finish that off. If you sing.

I'm not going to sit here, wobbling.

You can with me.

Because you’re peculiar.

I take that as a compliment.

I’m not crooning “Swanee River!”

Try “Camptown Races” then.

“My brother D, he said to me, doo- dah doo-dah...” Continuous sound will give you flow.

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’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.

Chase the same girls?

David was always very helpful in arranging introductions. We shared the expert ministrations of “Paulette” in Paris.

Not at the same time of course.

Did David tease you?

Yes, they all did. “Buh-buh-buh-Bertie”.

Father encouraged it. “Get it out, boy!” Said it would make me stop.

Said...”I was afraid of my father, and my children are damn well going to be afraid of me”.

Are you naturally right handed?

Left. I was punished. Now I use the right.

Yes, that’s very common with stammerers.

Anything other corrections?

Knock knees.

Metal splints were made...worn night and day.

That must have been painful.

Bloody agony. Straight legs now.

Who were you closest to in your family?

Nannies. Not my first nanny, though..she loved David...hated me.

When we are presented to my parents for the daily viewing, she’d pinch me..

I'd cry and be handed back to her..

immediately.

Then... she would...

Sing it.

" then she wouldn’t feed me, far far away.”

Took three years for my parents to notice.

As you can imagine, it caused some stomach problems. Still.

What about your brother Johnnie?

Were you close to him?

Johnny.. Sweet boy.

Epilepsy...and...

he was ’different’.

Died at 13, hidden from view.

I’ve been told it’s not catching.

Do you want a top-up?

Please.

You know, Lionel, you’re the first ordinary Englishman...

Australian.

...I’ve ever really spoken to.

Sometimes, when I ride through the streets and see, you know,

the Common Man staring at me,

I’m struck by how little I know of hislife, and how little he knows of mine.

Thank you.

What’re friends for.

I wouldn’t know.

“I sifted seven thick-stalked thistles through strong thicksieves. I sifted seven...”

One hundred year old oaks...removed to improve the view!

Who does she think she is!

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

You know she calls me “The Fat Scottish Cook”?

You’re not fat.

I’m getting plump.

You seldom cook.

I sifted seven.

Shut up!!

Their Royal Highnesses the Duke and Duchess of York.

How lovely to see you both.

Welcome to our little country shack.

I came at the invitation of the King.

Hello David.

you’re making some changes to the garden, I see

yes, I am. I am not quite finished.

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

On the contrary, your Royal Highness. Etiquette decrees royalty must be greeted by the official host: in this case: the King.

Not a commoner. - Thank you.

What is her hold on him?

I have no idea.

Apparently she has certain...skills,

...in an establishment in Shanghai.

David, I’ve been trying to see you...

I’ve been terribly busy.

Doing what?

Kinging.

Kinging?

is a precarious business! These days.

Where is the Russian Tsar? Where is Cousin Wilhelm?

You’re being dreary.

Is Kinging laying off eighty staff at Sandringham

and buying yet more pearls for Wallis while there ar people marching across Europe singing “The Red Flag”?

Stop your worrying. Herr Hitler will sort that lot out.

Who’ll sort out Herr Hitler?

And you’ve put that woman into our mother’s suite?

Mother’s not still in the bed, is she?

That’s not funny.

Wally 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!

Wally is not just some woman I am 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 won’t have her as my mistress.

David, the Church does not 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 the 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.

Is that what this is all about? Brushing up.. hence the elocution lessons?

I’m trying to t-t...

Yearning for a larger audience are we, B-b-b-bertie?

D-don’t ...

Younger brother trying to push older brother off throne..

Pa pa.. ...Positively medieval.

Where have you been all this time? - Never you mind.

Ahh..what a complicated lovely coon you are.

- I try to be.

All that work, down the drain.

My own brother...

I couldn’t say.. I couldn’t say a word in reply!

Why do you stammer more with David than you 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 makes want you to go on about it, all the 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.

A public school prig can do better than that.

Shit !

Shit, shit, shit! shit!

See how defecation flows trippingly from the tongue?

Because I’m angry!

You Know the f-word?

Fornication?

OH Bertie.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Yes! You see! Not a hesitation!

Bloody, bloody, bloody! Shit, shit, shit! Bugger, bugger, bugger! Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Dad? What’s going on?

Sorry. Finish your homework

Well ..that’s a side of you we don’t get to see that often.

No. No we’re not supposed to really, not publicly.

Let’s get some air.

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

What’s the matter? What’s got you so upset?

Logue, you have no idea.

My brother is infatuated with a woman who’s been married twice.

She’s asking for a divorce and David is determined to marry her.

Mrs Wallis Simpson of Baltimore.

That’s not right. Queen Wallis of Baltimore?

Unthinkable.

Can he do that?

Absolutely not. But he’s going to anyway.

All hell’s broken loose.

- Can’t they carry on privately?

- If only they would.

- Where does that leave you?

I know my place!

I’ll do anything... in my power to keep my brother on the throne.

-Is it that serious?

your place may be on the throne.

I am not an alternative to my brother.

If you had to you could 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 need not be governed by fear.

I’ve had enough of this!

What’re you afraid of?

Your poisonous words!

Why’d you come to me?

You are not some middle class bugger, who needs elocution lessons so you can chit-chat...

Don’t instruct me on my duties!

I’m the son of a .... King...

the brother of a king.

You’re the disappointing son of a brewer!

A jumped-up jackeroo from the outback!

You’re nobody.

These sessions are over!

It’s not because she’s an American. That is the least of it.

It’s because she is a soon to be a twice divorced American,

and the King as head of The Church of England... can not marry a divorced woman.

And Sir, I apologize for the nature of this,

according to Scotland Yard, the King has not always possess 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 your brother 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 the country without a government?

Does the King do what he wants,

or does he do what his people expect him to do?

What’s the matter, love?

I'm Just having trouble with a patient.

That Isn't like you.. why?

He's scared... He is afraid with his own shadow.

Isn’t that why they come to you?

This fellow could be somebody great, and he’s fighting me.

Perhaps, he doesn’t want to be great.

Perhaps that’s what you want.

I might have overstepped the mark.

Apologize,

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.

The parliament will not support their marriage.

But there were other reasons for concern, Sir.

He was careless with state papers.

He lacked commitment and resolve.

There were those that worried where he would 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 behind whom we can all stand 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.

It has rather a 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 have to go.

I cannot accept that. You are in no condition to make that decision.

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.

David, 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.

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

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 forth with

without interruption or injury to the life and progress of the empire."

I meet you today...

in circumstances which are -

Mama, will we have space for our horses in our new home?

Of course we will, darling, we’ll have a palace of rooms.

Curtsey.

Your Majesty.

How was it?

I’m trying to familiarise myself with what a state paper looks like.

A despatch from Mr Baldwin which I don’t understand a word of.

David’s finances.

The Christmas broadcast -

I think that might be a mistake.

Plans for the Coronation -

I think that’s an even bigger mistake.

I’m not a King.

I’m a naval officer.

Its the only thing I know.

I’m not a King.

Dear, dear man...

You know... i refused your first two marriage proposals,

not because I didn’t love you,

but because I couldn’t bear the royal cage.

Couldn't bear the idea of a life of tours and public duties,

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 apologize, one can wait rather a long wait.

I’m afraid we’re slightly late.

This is home. Myrtle’s at bridge. I’ve made sure the boys are out.

It’s lovely.

Absolutely lovely.

Would you like some tea, Ma’am?

Yes. I’ll help myself.

Off you go...

Or must I knock your heads together?

Here’s your shilling,

I understand...

what you were tryingto say, Logue.

I went about it the wrong way.

I’m sorry.

Now here I am.

Is the nation ready for two minutes of radio silence?

Every stammerer always fears they will fall 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

“Save Our King!”

They don’t mean me.

Every other monarch in history

succeeded someone who was dead, or just about to be.

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

What a bloody mess!

I can’t even give them a Christmas Speech.

Like your Dad used to do?

Precisely.

He's not here anymore.

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 as you were afraid of when you were five.

You’re very much your own man, Bertie.

Am I?

Your face is next, mate.

Lionel?

Myrtle!

- Is it alright? - Yes.

Bertie, come here.

- Are you alright, Logue? - Yes.

- Shall we go through? - Trust me. It's important.

What is it?

- Your... Your... - It's “Your Majesty”, the first time.

After that, it's “Ma’am,” as in Ham, not Ma'lm 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 stand here all day.

Yes we can. Look, 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 didn't think, you know...

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

Will their Majesties be staying to dinner?

We would love to, such a treat, but alas...

a previous engagement. What a pitty.

- Archbishop. - Welcome, your Majesty.

What a glorious tranformation, Sir.

I hope you'll forgive us if we continue out preparations.

And now you will allow me to guide you through the ceremony.

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

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

Ah, yes, wireless is indeed a Pandora’s Box.

I'm afraid I also have to permit the newsreel cameras.

The product of which I shall personally edit.

Without momentary hesitation.

This is Doctor Logue of Harley Street. He's my speech therapist.

- Your Grace. - Had I known that Your Majesty was seeking assistance

I should’ve made my own recommendation.

Dr. Logue...

will be attending the Coronation.

Well of course I shall speak with the Dean, but it was 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’s 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 equalized in important

With complete privacy, if you don't mind.

Those are my wishes, Your Grace.

I shall 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 alright? Let's get cracking.

I’m not here to rehearse, Doctor 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 this?

You asked 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 and taught elocution in schools.

When the Great War came,

all our Soldiers were returning straight from the front,

a lot of them shell-shocked, unable to speak

somebody said, “Lionel, you're very good at all this speech stuff.

Do you thin you can possibly help these poor buggers.”

I did muscle therapy, exercise, relaxation, but I knew I had to go deeper.

These 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 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."

No Dr., 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 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,

there’ll be mad King George the stammerer,

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

What’re you doing? Get up! You can’t sit there! Get up!

Why not? It’s a chair.

No, that's not a chair, that is... that is...

That is Saint Edward's Chair! - People have carved their names on it.

That chair is the seat on which every King and Queen---

- It's held in a place by a large rock! - That’s the Stone of Scone,

you are trivialising everything. - You believe such bollocks.

- You’re trivialising everything! - I don’t care how many royal...

- Listen to me. Listen to me! - ...arse have sat in this chair.

- Listen to me... ! - Listen to you?! By what right?

By the divine right, if you must! I’m 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!

- Heard as what?! - I HAVE A VOICE!!!

Yes you do.

You have such a perservance, Bertie, you’re the bravest man I know.

And you’ll make a bloody good king.

- What on earth’s going on, Sir? - It's quite alright, Archbishop.

Mr Logue, you must know that I 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.

And you didn't consuly, but you've just been advised.

Now I advise you: in this personal matter I will make my own decision.

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

I appreciate that Archbshop, but it’s my head!

Your humble servant.

Thank you Bertie.

Shall we rehearse? Come on up on your purge.

Now when you and Elizabeth enter through the West door,

you’ll be greeted by the hymn “I Was Glad When They Said Unto Me.”

Actually you won't be that glad, because they sing it for a very long time.

Then your friend the Archbishop will ponce up the stairs toward you

and say “Sir, is Your Majesty willing to take The Oath?”

- “I am willing”. - Course you are!

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

so even your old nanny can hear.

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

Australia and New Zealand according to their lands and customs?”

- "I solemnly promise so do so." - LOUDER! I can’t hear you up the back.

“I SOLEMNLY PROMISE TO DO SO!”

Very good!

"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,

goes on, rubbish, rubbish, rubbish. To which you finally say...

"The things which I have herebefore promised, I will perform and keep.

So help me God.”

And that’s all you'll say. Four short responses,

kiss the book and 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 lose the thread, Archbishop.

Archbishop, we're missing Papa.

Very good, very good. Archbishop.

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

You could switch that machine off now.

No, wait, keep going.

Do have a seat, Archbishop.

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- Papa? - Mmm? - 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 am so sorry to hear that, Mr Baldwin.

Neville Chamberlain will take my place as Prime Minister.

It’s a matter of principal. 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,

but the world might be hurled for a second time into the abyss of destructive War.

Churchill was right all along. This was always Hitler’s intention.

I am many very sorry to leave you in this great time of crisis.

I am 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 o’clock

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’ve timed it at just under nine minutes. The wording is fully approved.

The Prime Minister will be joining you for the broadcast

which will go out live 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.

.

.

.

- Should we pull over and find shelter? - No, go straight on. We’ll be alright

.

- Yes. Sir? - Lionel Logue.

Major Hartley's expecting me. This is my son Laury.

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

- The King’s Speech. - Thank you, Sir.

We have about forty minutes until 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.

And Lionel, if I am to be King... where is my power?

Can I... Can I form a Government? Can I... Can I levy a tax or declare a war? No!

Yet I am the seat of all authority. Why?

Because the Nation believes that when I speak, I speak for them.

Yet I cannot 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 onto it "a-peoples", not "people".

“a-people household of me...” “a-peoples both at home and overseas...”

Beaut.

...this message, doo-dah, spoken with the same depth of feeling, doo-dah-dey,

...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, 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.

There he is.

- 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’ve had rather a busy day.

Let’s hope we have no more interruptions from those damned sirens, Sir.

Or the wretched dogs.

- 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. - Good, Sir.

Darling.

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

.

Five seconds, Sir.

5, 4, 3 , 2 , 1.

.

.

- Mr Wood. - Good luck, Your Majesty.

Mr Wood.

- You'll be decorated, Logue. - I made it cosy.

Some fresh air.

There you are, Darling.

I'm thistle sifter, I've a sieve of sifted thistles and a sieve on unsifted thistles.

I've a sieve of sifted thistles and a sieve on unsifted thistles, because I'm...

Bertie, darling, make sure it’s not switched on!

Remember the red light will blink four times and 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 am sure you will be splendid.

Fourty 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 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... at war.

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 civilized 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 dear,

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.

Very good, Bertie.

You still stammered on the “w”.

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.

- Congratulations, your Majesty. - Thank you.

Ready.

- Good? - Perfect.

Your first war time speech. Congratulations.

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.

Almost did it better then myself, Sir.

Your Majesty, I’m speechless.

Congratulations, Sir.

Gentlemen.

Congratulations, your Majesty.

So how was Papa, Elizabeth?

Halting at first, but you got much better Papa.

Bless you.

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

Of course I was.

We all ready?

Come on girls.