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Bertie and Logue come into view talking. Bertie with his homburg pulled low, scarf wrapped high. The park is empty and bleak on this winter’s day. One can feel the cold chill; puffs of steam punctuating their words like smoke signals.
LIONEL
What’s wrong? What’s got you so
upset?
BERTIE
Logue, you have no idea. My brother
is infatuated with a woman who’s
been married twice - and she’s
American.
LIONEL
Some of them must be loveable.
BERTIE
(shoots him a look)
She’s asking for a divorce and
David is determined to marry her.
Mrs Wallis Simpson of Baltimore.
LIONEL
That’s not right. Queen Wallis of
Baltimore?
BERTIE
Unthinkable.
LIONEL
Can he do that?
BERTIE
Absolutely not. But he’s going to
anyway. All hell’s broken loose.
LIONEL
Can’t they carry on privately?
BERTIE
If only they would.
LIONEL
Where does that leave you?
BERTIE
I know my place! I’ll do anything
within my power to keep my brother
on the throne.
LIONEL
Has it come to that? But the way
things are going, your place may be
on the throne.
BERTIE
I am not an alternative to my
brother.
LIONEL
If you had to you could outshine
David...
Lionel reaches out and gives Bertie a pat of comfort on the shoulder. Bertie pulls back in offended shock.
BERTIE
Don’t take liberties! That’s
bordering on treason.
LIONEL
I’m just saying you could be King.
You could do it!
BERTIE
That is treason!
They face each other, as though in combat.
LIONEL
I’m trying to get you to realise
you need not be governed by fear.
BERTIE
I’ve had enough of this!
LIONEL
What’re you afraid of?
BERTIE
Your poisonous words!
LIONEL
Why’d you show up then? To take
polite elocution lessons so you can
chit-chat at posh tea parties?
BERTIE
Don’t instruct me on my duties! I’m
the brother of a King...the son of
a King...we have a history that
goes back untold centuries. You’re
the disappointing son of a brewer!
A jumped-up jackeroo from the
outback! You’re nobody. These
sessions are over!
Bertie strides off in a fury. Lionel, equally angry, goes in the other direction. Two men moving apart in the cold wintery landscape, the ground mist rising.
The Lionel stops. Turns.
POV - Bertie has disappeared from view.
CLOSE ON LIONEL as he realises...he’s no longer therapist to a man who might have to become King.