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The two men enter and sit down. A moment of uncertainty. Then Bertie blurts.
BERTIE
Here’s your shilling, Logue
(puts shilling down)
I understand what you were trying
to say, Logue.
LIONEL
I went about it the wrong way. I’m
sorry.
BERTIE
Now here I am. Is the nation ready
for two minutes of radio silence?
LIONEL
Every stammerer always fears they
will fall back to square one. I
don’t let that happen. You won’t
let that happen.
BERTIE
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
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.
LIONEL
Like your Dad used to do?
BERTIE
Precisely.
LIONEL
Your father. He’s not here.
BERTIE
Yes he is. He’s on that bloody
shilling I gave you.
LIONEL
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 things you
were afraid of when you were five.
A pause -
LIONEL (CONT’D)
You’re very much your own man,
Bertie. Your face is next, mate.
There’s a noise outside the door.
MYRTLE (O.S.)
Lionel?
LIONEL
Myrtle!
Lionel stands and pressed himself up against the wall.
BERTIE
Are you alright, Lionel?
LIONEL
Yes.
Bertie stands and makes towards the door.
BERTIE
Shall we go through?
LIONEL
(not moving)
Trust me it’s important.
BERTIE
What is it?