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Lionel and Bertie stare at each other.
Silence.
LIONEL
That was very good, Bertie.
Lionel closes the window.
LIONEL (CONT’D)
You still stammered on the “w”.
BERTIE
Had to throw in a few so they knew
it was me.
Wood opens the door.
WOOD
Congratulations, your Majesty. A
true broadcaster.
BERTIE
Thank you, Mr Wood.
Bertie and Lionel pass out of the booth to the sounds of applause.
They pause at the desk, which is set up with a microphone.
Bertie sits and has his official photograph taken.
LIONEL
Your first war time speech.
Congratulations.
BERTIE
Expect I shall have to do a great
deal more. Thank you, Logue.
Bertie stands and takes Lionel’s hand
BERTIE (CONT’D)
Thank you. My friend.
LIONEL
Thank you... Your Majesty.