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In a church or school hall, out of hours.
MUFFLED VOICE (O.S.)
Now?
From the auditorium:
DIRECTOR (O.C.)
Now!
Lionel comes onstage.
LIONEL
“Now...”
(begins again)
“Now is the winter of our
discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of
York.”
His elocution is flawless. The acting is unconvincing.
LIONEL (CONT’D)
“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;
Our bruised arms hung up for
monuments...”
DIRECTOR
Thank you.
Lionel peers into the darkness, his eyes hoping.
DIRECTOR (CONT’D)
Lovely diction, Mr...
LIONEL
Logue. Lionel Logue.
DIRECTOR
Well, Lionel, I didn’t hear the
cries of a deformed creature
yearning to be King. Nor did I
realize Richard the Third was King
of the Colonies.
LIONEL
I know the lines. I’ve played the
role before.
DIRECTOR
Sydney?
LIONEL
Perth.
DIRECTOR
Major theater town, is it?
LIONEL
Enthusiastic.
DIRECTOR
Ah.
LIONEL
I was well reviewed.
DIRECTOR
Yes...well...Lionel, I think our
dramatic society is looking for
someone slightly younger and a
little more regal.