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The center piece of the Coronation staging is the throne of Edward the Confessor. Scaffolding has been erected to supply seating. Technicians work to erect film cameras, lights, radio microphones.
They stop short as they see Cosmo Lang waiting to greet them, flanked by the Dean of Westminster and a couple of flunkies.
There is a distinct drop in temperature.
BERTIE
Archbishop.
COSMO LANG
Welcome your Majesty.
(referring to the cathedral, but it’s double-edge)
What a glorious transformation,
Sir. I hope you’ll forgive us if we
continue our preparations. Allow me
to guide you through the ceremony.
They begin to walk together, Lionel a few paces behind.
COSMO LANG (CONT’D)
We begin, of course at the West
Door, then into the nave.
BERTIE
I see all your pronouncements are
to be broadcast, Archbishop.
Cosmo sees Bertie staring at the microphones.
COSMO LANG
Ah, yes, wireless is indeed a
Pandora’s Box. I’m afraid I’ve also
had to permit the newsreel cameras.
The product of which I shall
personally edit.
LIONEL
Without momentary hesitation.
BERTIE
Doctor Lionel Logue of Harley
Street, my speech specialist.
COSMO LANG
Specialist?! Had I known Your
Majesty was seeking assistance I
would’ve made my own
recommendation.
BERTIE
Dr. Logue is to be present at the
Coronation.
COSMO LANG
Well of course I shall speak to the
Dean, but it will be extremely
difficult.
BERTIE
I should like the Doctor to be
seated in the King’s Box.
COSMO LANG
But members of your Family will be
seated there, Sir.
BERTIE
That why it’s suitable.
LIONEL
And now, if you don’t mind, we need
the premises.
COSMO LANG
My dear fellow, this is Westminster
Abbey! The Church must prepare his
Majesty.
LIONEL
My preparations for Bertie are
equally important.
The two men stare each other down.
LIONEL (CONT’D)
With complete privacy. If you don’t
mind.
BERTIE
Those are my wishes, Your Grace.
COSMO LANG
(sniffs)
I shall place the Abbey at Your
Majesty’s disposal...this evening.
Your Majesty.
Lang nods curtly and exits.