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Huge industrial wheels whir noisily in neutral as WORKERS line up dutifully to hear the visiting Royal. Bertie’s lips move, but due to the racket he cannot be heard. Elizabeth watches in relief.
A FOREMAN, trying to be helpful, signals. The machinery halts, the factory falls silent. At first, the momentum of speaking without being heard carries Bertie forward.
BERTIE
I assure you that my wife and I...
Hearing his own voice reverberate through the cavernous factory Bertie’s stammer returns.
BERTIE (CONT’D)
...ar-ar-are glad to vis-vis-
visit...
Bertie pauses. Takes a breath. Relaxes.
BERTIE (CONT’D)
...are glad to visit this important
manufacturing district and see for
ourselves one or two of the
industries which have made it
famous...
He gets back into his stride, despite the silence. Bertie relaxes a little. From Elizabeth, a huge smile of relief.
The sound of an approaching aircraft engine.