The King's Speech Page #3

Bertie stands frozen, his mouth agape, jaw muscles locked. He

knows he's considered by all, especially himself, unfit for

public life.

Elizabeth is devastated.

KING GEORGE V:

Just needs more practice.

9 EXT. HARLEY STREET - NEW DAY 9

TRACKING SHOT - rain splatters on brass plaques denoting Dr This

or Dr That, specialists in various maladies. Halt at a plaque

that reads:
LIONEL LOGUE, SPEECH SPECIALIST.

10 INT. RECEPTION ROOM, LOGUE'S CHAMBERS, HARLEY STREET - DAY 10

Umbrella stand, coat rack, wooden waiting bench: that's all.

The door is flung open and Elizabeth enters, drenched, her hat

decorated with white silk roses, now limp. A veil covers her

features.

She waits. Coughs. No response. Calls imperiously:

ELIZABETH:

Are you there?

From behind a door:

LIONEL (O.S.)

In the lav.

Princess Elizabeth is not used to this sort of thing. She's

further appalled by the loud gurgling of a toilet being flushed,

and startled by the entrance of - LIONEL LOGUE. He's in his

forties, tall, with piercing eyes and charismatic features. His

demeanor is friendly, but professional. The accent, although

Australian, is not heavy, he is after all a speech therapist.

TKS/Seidler/09/17/08 7.

LIONEL (CONT'D)

"How poor are they that have not patience!

What wound did ever heal but by degrees?"

ELIZABETH:

Pardon?

LIONEL:

Iago...world's greatest villain. Just wants

to be bad. Sorry, no receptionist.

He offers to shake hands. She doesn't take it, even though

she's gloved.

ELIZABETH:

(with sang froid)

I'd be more comfortable in your office.

LIONEL:

That's for clients. Where's Mister J?

ELIZABETH:

He doesn't know I'm here.

LIONEL:

That's not a promising start.

ELIZABETH:

My husband's seen everyone. They were all

useless. He's given up hope.

LIONEL:

A bit premature.

ELIZABETH:

Because he hasn't seen you?

Lionel doesn't disgree.

ELIZABETH (CONT'D)

You're very sure of yourself.

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