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Bertie, Lionel, and Elizabeth walk towards the microphone.
A corgi barks as they approach.
The first room has a large speaker and chairs arranged for listening to the broadcast. Lang, Prime Minister Neville Chamberlain and Churchill are in attendance.
BERTIE
Prime Minister. Nice to see you
again, so soon. Good of you to be
here, I’m sure you’ve had rather a
busy day.
CHAMBERLAIN
Let’s hope we have no more
interruptions from those damned
sirens, Sir.
BERTIE
Or the wretched dogs.
(to Churchill)
Congratulations. First Lord of the
Admiralty.
WINSTON CHURCHILL
Your Majesty.
BERTIE
(nodding towards the recording room)
The long walk.
Churchill detaches himself from Lang and walks with Bertie.
WINSTON CHURCHILL
Good luck, Sir. I too dread
this...apparatus. Had a speech
impediment myself, you know.
BERTIE
I didn’t.
WINSTON CHURCHILL
Family secret. Tongue-tied. An
operation was considered too
dangerous. I eventually made an
asset of it.
A moment of silent recognition between the two men.
BERTIE
Thank you, Mr Churchill.
Churchill nods, then goes to his seat, as Bertie passes into the next room.
BERTIE (CONT’D)
How long, Logue?
LIONEL
Just under three minutes, Sir.
Ahead is the microphone set up on a grand desk in a beautifully ornate state room.
Bertie, Logue and Elizabeth, ignoring it, pass right by, turn a corner and we now see a perspective of much smaller rooms leading to a microphone framed in a doorway, hung at head height. A tumble of cables stretch through the rooms.
We pass through two rooms of audio equipment with eight technicians all wearing black tie, all set for the broadcast.
Bertie’s tension builds.
At the door to the broadcasting booth he is met by the BBC’s Wood.
Bertie greets him
BERTIE
Mr Wood.
WOOD
Good luck, Your Majesty.
Logue, Bertie and Elizabeth enter the booth.