You are live in two minutes, Your Royal Highness.
Sir?
At the microphone, Do your work Sir.
I am sure you will be splendid. Just take your time.
Time to go.
Good afternoon.
This is the BBC National Programme and Empire Services
taking you to Wembley Stadium
for the Closing Ceremony of the Empire Exhibition.
where His Royal Highness the
Duke of York will read a message from his Father;
His Majesty, King George V.
58 British Colonies and Dominions have taken part,
making this the largest Exhibition staged anywhere in the world.
Remember Sir, Three flashes;
then steady 'red' means you are Live.
Using the new invention of radio,
The Opening Ceremony was the first time
his Majesty the King addressed his subjects on the wireless.
At the close of the first Season,
The heir to the throne His Royal
Highness the Prince of Wales, made his first broadcast.
And today, his younger brother His Royal Highness,
the Duke of York will give his
inaugural broadcast to the Nation and the World.
I have received...
from his Majesty....t' ek
...The King.
Inhale deep into your lungs..Your Royal Highness.
Relaxes your larynx, does it not?
Cigarette smoking calms the nerves and gives you confidence.
If Your Highness will be very kind as to open your hand...
It's Sterilized. Now..
One,two,three,four,five,six,seven.
Now...if I may take the liberty?
...insert them into your mouth.
Excuse me, Doctor. What is the purpose of this?
It is the classic approach, it cured Demosthenes.
That was in ancient Greece...uh
Has it worked since?
Now, if you would be so kind as to read...
A wealth of words.
Fight against those marbles, Your Royal Highness.
Enunciate!
A little more concentration your Royal Higness.
I nearly swallowed the bloody things!
Thank you so much, Doctor,
it's been most...hmm interesting.
Your highness.
Insert marbles!
He can insert his own bloody marbles....!
You know, you can't keep doing this, Bertie.
I know.
Promise me. Promise me, no more.
Hello. Is anyone there?
I'm just in the loo.
Ah, Mrs.Johnson There you are.
I'm sorry, there's no receptionist. I like to keep things simple.
Poor and content is rich and rich enough.
- Sorry? - Shakespeare. How are you?
How do you do?
Coughing a lot.
Now, this is slightly awkward, But.. I'm afraid you're late.
Yes, I'm afraid I am.
Where's Mr Johnson?
He doesn't know I'm here.
That's not a promising start.
Look, my husband has seen everyone to no avail.
Awefully 'fraid he's given up hope.
He hasn't seen me.
You're awfully sure of yourself.
Well, I'm sure of anyone who wants to be cured.
Of course, he wishes to be cured.
My husband is umm.. he's required to speak publicly.
Perhaps he should change jobs?
He can't.
Indentured servitude?
Something of that nature. Yes.
Well we need to have your hubby pop by...
Uh..Tuesday would be good...
He can give me his personal details
and I'll make a frank appraisal and then, We can take it from there.
Doctor, forgive me.
I do not have a hubby. We don't pop.
And nor do we ever talk about our private lives.
You... must come to us.
I'm Sorry, Mrs Johnson, my game, my turf, my rules.
You'll have to talk over this with your husband
and then you can speak to me on the telephone.
Thank you very much for dropping by... Good afternoon.
And what if my husband were the Duke of York?
The Duke of York?
Yes... the Duke of York.
I thought the appointment was for Johnson? Forgive me, your ...?
..Royal Highness.
Johnson was used during the Great War;
when the Navy didn't want the enemy to know he was aboard.
Am I...considered the enemy?
You will be, if you remain unobliging. And you have to have abosolute descretion.
Of course. How did you find me, Your Royal Highness?
The President of society of the Speech Therapists.
Eileen McCleod? She's a sport.
Dr McCleod warned me your
antipodean methods were unorthodox and controversial.
I warned her... those were not my favorite words.
I can cure your husband.
But for my method to work I need trust and total equality;
Here, in the safety of my consultation room.
No exceptions.
Well then, in that case...
When can you start?
Still sounds a bit rough, mate.
You make me drive too slowly, Dad!
Did you pick mum up from bridge?
Yes, I've hardly been out of the car all day.
I had a special visitor this afternoon.
- May I please leave this table. - How special, special?
No, You must stay, bored stupid,
listening to your parents'inane conversation.
- Thanks Dad.. - and Mum.
And mom.
- Me too. - You meeting Jean?
No, someone else.
Doctor? Doctor? Can't you help your brother with the washing...
I'm fine.
Who's it Lionel?
Why bring it up if you can't talk about it?
Myrtle, It's just a woman, looking to help her husband.
Oh! And I had a call.
For an audition.
- One of my favorites. - Aren't they all?
It could be a lot of fun.
I'm sure you'll be splendid.
They're a highly regarded group.
From Putney.
Tomorrow, Chapter IV.
The flight
- Mama, I don't know he can fly at all. - I can't wait
Oh, they can fly away
Weren't they lucky!
Now Papa tell a story!
Could I be a penguin instead?
Well, now I want a penguin story.
Very quickly.
Once, there were two princesses...
Princess Elizabeth and Princess Margaret.
whose Papa was a penguin.
This was because he had been turned into one by the wicket witch.
This was an... inconvenient for him..
because he loved to hold his princesses in his arms...
and penguin can't because he has wings like herrings
Herrings don't have wings.
Penguins have wings which is shaped like herrings
and make matters worse...
is that she sent him to the South Pole.
which is an awfully long walk..back.
if you can't fly.
So..When he reached the water,
he dived in through the dept so fast...
that he was in Southampton waters by lunchtime.
And from there, he took the 2.30 to Weybridge,
changed at Clapham Junction and
asked a passing mallard the way to Buckingham Palace.
He swam up the Thames, out through the plughole,
and gave the cook,
Mama and ...Mrs Whittaker quite a shock.
Now when the girls heard all the commotions,
they ran to the kitchen where they gave him a good scrub,
a mackerel and a kiss.
and as they kissed him,
guess what he turned into?
A handsome prince.
A short-tailed Albatross.
With wings so big
that he could wrap them both his two girls together.
Now, now.. It's time for bed.Come on.
Take these horsies to stable.
- Good night. - Good night.
Feed them, bath them and to bed.
Will Mrs Simpson be there?
My brother's insisting.
Is he serious?
About her coming to dinner?
No. About her!
A married woman? He can't be.
She can.
By the way,
I think I found someone rather interesting.
On Harley Street. A doctor.
Out of the question.
I'm not having this conversation again. The matter's settled.
His approach seems rather different....
Now?
Now.
Now is the winter of our discontent,
Made glorious summer by this sun of York".
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows, bound with victorious... wreaths;
Thank you!
Lovely diction Mr...?
Logue. Lionel Logue.
Well, Mr.Logue.
I'm not hearing the cries
of a deformed creature yearning to be King.
Nor did I realize Richard the Third was King of the Colonies.
I do know all the lines. I've played the role before.
- Sydney? - Perth.
Major theater town, is it?
Enthusiastic.
I was well reviewed.
Yes... well...Lionel,
I think our dramatic society,
is looking for someone slightly younger and a...
little more regal.
You have to shut that one first. Put that one forth.
Excellent.
Where did you find this...physician?
Classifieds,
next to 'French model, Shepherd's Market'.
He comes highly recommended.
Charges substantial fees in order to help the poor.
Oh dear, perhaps he's a Bolshevik?!
No receptionist. He likes to keep things simple.
The Johnson's.
You can go in now, Mr. Johnson.
Lionel says...
wait here if you wish, Mrs Johnson.
Or, it being a p-
pleasant day, p-perhaps take a stroll.
Was that alright...Lionel?
Marvellous! Willy. You can stay and wait for your mom.
Mrs Johnson...
Mr Johnson, Do you come in?
He's a good lad, Willy.
He could hardly make a sound, you know,
when he first came to me.
My boys made those. They are good, aren't they?
Please make yourself comfortable.
I was told not to sit too close.
Well I believe when speaking with a prince,
One waits for the prince to choose a topic.
Waiting for me to... commence
a conversation .. one can wait a rather long wait.
Do you know any jokes?
Timing isn't my strong suit.
Cup of tea?
No thank you.
I think I'll have one.
Aren't you going to start treating me, Dr Logue?
Only if you're interested in being treated.
Please, call me Lionel.
I prefer Doctor.
I prefer Lionel. What'll I call you?
Your Royal Highness, then Sir after that.
A little bit formal for here. I prefer names.
Prince Albert ...Frederick Arthur George.
How about Bertie?
Only my family uses that.
Perfect. In here, it's better if we're equals.
If we were equals, I wouldn't be here.
I'd be at home with my wife
and no one would give a damn.
Please, Don't do that.
I'm sorry?
I believe, sucking smoke into your lungs will kill you.
My physicians say it relaxes the throat.
They're idiots.
They've all been knighted.
Makes it official then.
My castle, my rules.
Thank you.
What was your earliest memory?
What on earth do you mean?
Your first recollection.
I'm not...
here to discuss my personal matters.
Why're you here then?
Because I am bloody well stammer!
You have a bit of a temper?
One of my many faults.
When did the defect start?
I've always been this way!
I doubt that.
Don't tell me! It's my stammer!
It's my field.
I can assure you, no infant starts to speak with a stammer.
When did yours start?
Four or five.
That's typical.
So I've been told.
I can't remember not doing it.
I can believe that.
Do you hesitate when you think?
Don't be ridiculous.
How about when you talk to yourself?
Everyone natters to themselves occasionally, Bertie.
Stop calling me that.
I'm not going to call you anything else.
Then we shan't speak!
Are you charging for this, Doctor?
A fortune.
I'll just let that brew.
So, when you talk to yourself, do you stammer?
Of course not!
Well, that proves your impediment isn't a permanent part of you.
What do you think was the cause?
I don't...Don't know.
I don't care! I stammer!
And no one can fix it.
I Bet you, you can read flawlessly, right here, right now.
And if I win the bet, I get to ask you more questions.
- And if I win? - You don't have to answer.
One usually... wagers money.
A bob each to keep it sweet?
- Let's see your shilling?? - I don't... carry money.
I had a funny feeling you mightn't.
I'll stake you. And you can pay me back next time.
Who says there is a next time?
I haven't agreed to take you on, yet.
Please stand. And take a look at that.
I can't...can't read this.
Then you owe me a shilling, for not trying.
To be... or not to be, that...
I can't read!
I haven't finished yet.
I'm going to record your voice
and then play it back to you on the same machine.
This is brilliant.
It's the latest thing from America: its a Silvertone.
Pop this on?
There's a bob in this, mate. You can go home rich!
- You're playing music. - I know.
How can I hear what I'm saying?
Surely a Prince's brain knows what its mouth is doing.
You're not well acquainted with Royal Princes, are you?
Hopeless. Hopeless!
You were sublime.
Would I lie to a prince of the realm to win twelve pence?
I've no idea what an Australian might do
for that sort of money.
Let me play it back to you.
No.
All right then, I get to ask you the question.
Thank you, Doctor,
I don't feel.. this is for me.
Thank You for your time, Bye.
Sir?
The recording is free.
Please keep it as a souvenir.
No.
For the present,
the work to which we are all equally bound,
is to arrive at a reasoned tranquillity
within our borders,
to regain prosperity at this time of depression
without self-seeking
and to carry with us those whom the burden of past years
has disheartened or overborne.
To all, to each, I wish a Happy Christmas.
God bless you.
And off air.
Easy when you know how.
Sir.
Have a go yourself.
- Congratulations, Sir. - Mr. Wood.
Splendid fellow.
Chap taught me everything I know:
let the microphone do the work.
- Thank you. - Gentlemen.
Sit up, straight back,
face boldly up to the bloody thing and stare it square in the eye
as you would any decent Englishman.
Show who's in command.
Papa, I don't think I can read this.
This devilish device will change everything if you don't.
In the past all a King had to do was
look respectable in uniform and not fall off his horse.
Now we must invade people's homes
and ingratiate ourselves with them.
This family has been reduced
to those lowest, basest of all creatures.
We've become actors!
We're not a family, we're a firm.
Yet at any moment, some of us may be out of work.
Your darling brother, and future king!
The only wife he appears interested in
is invariably the wife of another!
He's broken off with Lady Furness.
And taken up a Mrs. Simpson,
a woman with two husbands living!
I told him straight,
no divorced person could ever be received at court.
He said, "It made him sublimely happy."
I imagined that was because she was sleeping with him.
"I give you my word..." this is what he said.
"I give you my word we've never had immoral relations,"
stared square into his father's face... and lied!
When I'm dead that boy will ruin himself,
this family, and this nation, within twelve months.
Who'll pick up the pieces?
Herr Hitler, intimidating half of Europe,
Marshall Stalin the other half.
Who'll stand between us,
the jackboots, and the proletarian abyss?
You?
With your older brother shirking his duties,
you're going to have to do a lot more of this.
Have a go yourself.
- With the wireless... - Get it out, boy!
- ...one of the m-marvels of m... - Modern...
Just take your time, form your words carefully.
- ...science, I am enabled, to... - Relax!
- Just try it! - This Chrismas Day...
...to speak to all my...
Do it!
Lying .. bastard.
- You're playing music. - I know.
How can I hear what I'm saying?
Surely a Prince's brain knows what its mouth is doing?
You're not well acquainted with Royal Princes, are you?
To be, or not to be, that is the question:
whether 'tis nobler in the mind
to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
and by opposing end them.
To die; to sleep; no more.
and by a sleep to say we end
the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
that flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation...
Hopeless. Hopeless!
Strictly business.
No p...personal nonsense.
I thought I'd made that very clear in our interview.
Have you got the shilling you owe me?
No, I haven't.
Didn't think so.
Besides, you tricked me!
Physical excercises and tricks are important...
What you're asking
will only deal with the surface of the problem.
Is that effecient?
No, as far as I see it,
my husband has mechanical difficulties with his speech.
Maybe just deal with that.
- I'm willing to work hard, Doctor Logue... - Lionel.
Are you...are you willing to do your part?
Alright. You want mechanics?
We need to relax your jaw muscles
and strengthen your tongue by repeating tongue twisters
For example, I am a thistle-sifter.
I have a sieve of sifted thistles and
a sieve of unsifted thistles because I am a thistle-sifter.
Fine!
You have a flabby tummy,
we need spend some times to strength in your diaphragm.
Simple mechanics.
That is all we ask.
And that's about a shilling's worth.
Forget about the bloody shilling!
Perhaps, upon occasions,
you might be requested to assist
in coping with some minor event.
- Will that agreeable? - Of course.
Yes. And that will be the full extent of your services.
Shall I see you next week?
I shall see you every day.
Feel the loosening of the jaw.
Good. Little bounces, bounces. Shoulders loose.
Now lips.
Take a nice deep breath. Expand your chest..
put your hands on your ribs.
Deeper, good.
- How do you feel? - Full of hot air.
Isn't that what public speaking is all about?
My wife and I are glad to visit this important...
Take a good deep breath, and up comes Her Royal Highness
and slowly exhale, and down comes Her Royal Highness.
- You alright, Bertie? - Yes.
This is actually quite good fun.
- Mmm...mother. - Shorter time each time. Mmm...mother.
- Mmm...manufactoring district. - Another deep breathe...
- Jack and Jill... - Jack and Jill...
- ...went up the hill. - ...went up the hill.
Now just sway.
Perfect.
We'll not permit us to...
- Loosen the shoulders. - Ding dong bell,
which is in the well... who put any little ton in ten...
Still short memory, Bertie, come on.
-A cow. A cow. - A king. A king.
Anyone who can shout vows in a open window
can learn to deliver a speech.
Fourty... fifty!
- Take a deep breath, and... - It is...
- Let the words flow. - Knight as a bloody wack...
Come on. One more time, Bertie, do it!
...a sieve of sifted thistles...
- Father. Father. - F...Father. Father.
- Name of the "th", father. - Father. F...Father. Father.
- Hello, Bertie. - Hello David.
- How did you come out. - Not at all.
You waiting long?
Christ, it's bloody freezing.
Where've you been?
- I've Been busy. - So was I.
Elizabeth has pneumonia.
I'm sorry. She'll recover.
Father won't.
I'll drive.
- Old bugger's doing this on purpose. - Dying?
Departing prematurely...
to complicate matters with Wallis.
For heaven's sake, David. You know how long he's been ill.
Wallis explained.
She's terribly clever about these things.
... whereas by letters patent under the Great Seal,
bearing date of Westminster, the eleventh June, 1912
His Majesty King George V did constitute,
order and declare that there should be a guardian,
- ...Custos Regni... - I-I cannot...I'm confused.
- in the form of council of state. - I don't understand what you are talking about...
It's the order of the Council for the State, Sir.
So we may act on your behalf.
...talk clearer to me, I'm afraid...
- I'm so confused but...- Approved.
Thank you.
Give me your hand, sir.
Thank you.
Feeling a little better, Sir?
No. I'm not feeling any better. I feel dreadful.
Been ice skating? ...Ice skating.
No, no, George.
Yes, yes, he's alright, of course.
I know, darling, a talk, even a lovely long talk,
is a poor substitute for holding tight and making drowsy.
Nor making our own drowsies either,
as we've had to do far too often lately.
David, dinner?
I'm on with Wallis!
Bertie. No. No, it's not important.
I don't want to! No!
I'll phone you later. Bye.
Wallis misses me terribly.
Mama says you're late for dinner.
She forgets
Papa's bloody clocks were always half an hour fast.
How is the King? I hope he is not in pain.
No, no, sir. His Majesty is quieter now.
Thank you.
David, if your father were here,
tardiness would not be tolerated.
None of this unpleasantness would be tolerated.
You know sir, I appreciate that
you are different from your father
both in outlook and temperament.
I want you to know that
whenever the King questioned your conduct,
I tried in your interest,
to present it in a most favourable light.
I can always trust you to have my best interests at heart.
I fear, our vigil will not be of long duration.
Please continue.
We commend our brother George
to the mercy of God, our Maker and Redeemer.
Long live the King.
I hope, I will make good as he has made good.
What on earth was that?
Poor Wallis. Now I'm trapped!
Time for a Shake, dad?
You sure?
Go on.
Put your thinking caps on.
Bet its the Scottish Play.
No, I bet it's Othello. It's always Othello.
Are thou afeard. Be not afeard.
Caliban!
Oh! For heaven's sake.. that was a lucky guess!
Don't listen to egghead. Go on, Dad.
The isle is full of noises, sounds and sweet airs,
that give delight, and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand
twanging instruments Will hum about mine ears;
and sometimes voices, that, if then
I had waked after long sleep will make me sleep again:
Alright, clever clogs, what comes next?
And then, in dreaming, the clouds methought would open,
and show riches ready to drop upon me; that when I'm awake...
...when I waked, I cried to dream again.
It's such a sad thought.
My next patient must be early.
You better go lads, I'm sorry.
Won't be a moment, Clifford.
Bertie! They told me not to expect you.
I am sorry about your father.
I don't wish to intrude..
Oh no... Please come in.
I've been practising. One hour a day. In spite of everything.
What's going on there?
I was, sorry, mucking around with my kids.
Do you feel like working today?
A Curtis bi-plane.
I'll put on some hot milk.
Logue, I'd kill for something stronger.
I wasn't there for my father's death. Still makes me sad.
I can imagine so.
What did you father do?
He was a brewer.
At least there was free beer.
Here's to the memory of your father.
I was informed, after the fact...
that my father's last words were:
Bertie has more guts than the rest of his brothers put together.
He couldn't say that to my face.
My brother.
What about him?
Try singing it.
I'm sorry.
What songs do you know?
Songs?
Yes songs.
"Swanee River"?
I love that song.
Happens to be my favorite.
Sing me the chorus.
No. Certainly not.
Always wanted to build models. Father wouldn't allow it.
He collected stamps. So we had to collect stamps.
You can finish that off. If you sing.
I'm not going to sit here, wobbling.
You can with me.
Because you're peculiar.
I take that as a compliment.
Rules are rules.
I'm not crooning "Swanee River".
"Camptown Races" then.
My brother David, he said to me, doo- dah
doo-dah... Continuous sound will give you flow.
Does it feel strange, now that David's on the throne?
To tell the truth,
it was a relief...
knowing I wouldn't be King.
But unless he produces an heir, you're next in line.
And your daughter, Elizabeth, would then succeed you.
You're barking up the wrong tree now, Doctor, Doctor.
Lionel See? You didn'stammer.
Of course I didn't stammer, I was singing!
Well, as a little reward,
you get to put some glue on these struts.
Your boy, won't mind?
No, not at all.
David and I were very close. Young bucks... You know.
Did you chase the same girls?
David was always very helpful in arranging introductions.
We shared the expert ministrations of Paulette in Paris.
Not at the same time of course.
Did David ever tease you?
Yes, they all did. Buh-buh-buh-Bertie?
Father encouraged it. "Get it out,
boy!" Said it would make me stop.
Said that "I sas afraid of my father,
and my children are damn well going to be afraid of me."
Are you naturally right handed?
Left. I was punished. Now I use the right.
Yes, that's very common with stammerers.
Anything other corrections?
Knock knees.
Metal splints were made...worn night and day.
That must have been painful.
Bloody agony. Straight legs now.
Who were you closest to in your family?
Nannies. Not my first nanny, though..She loved David...hated me.
When we are presented to my
parents for the daily viewing, she'd pinch me..
I'd cry and be handed back to her..
immediately.
Then... she would...
Sing it.
"Then she wouldn't feed me, far far away."
Took my parents three years to notice.
As you can imagine, it caused some stomach problems. Still.
What about your brother Johnny?
Were you close to him?
Johnny.. Sweet boy.
Epilepsy...and...
he was different.
Died at 13, hidden from view.
I've been told it's not catching.
Do you want a top-up?
Please.
You know, Lionel, you're the first ordinary Englishman...
Australian.
...I've ever really spoken to.
Sometimes, when I ride through the streets and see, you know,
the common man staring at me,
I'm struck by how little I know of his life,
and how little he knows of mine.
Thank you.
What're friends for.
I wouldn't know.
- That's enough darling. - I have to keep doing this.
One hundred year old oaks...removed to improve the view!
Who does she think she is!
Nonetheless...we must try to be pleasant towards Mrs Simpson.
You know she calls me the Fat Scottish Cook?
You're not fat.
I'm getting plump.
You seldom cook.
I sifted seven.
Shut up!!
Their Royal Highnesses the Duke and Duchess of York.
How lovely to see you both.
Welcome to our little country shack.
I came at the invitation of the King.
Your Majesty.
Sorry we're late.
Very nice to see you, Mrs. Simpson.
Very nice.
Hello David.
You're making some changes to the garden, I see.
Yes, I am. I am not quite finished.
Don't tell me I behaved badly, Mr Churchill.
On the contrary, your Royal Highness. Etiquette decrees
royalty must be greeted by the official host: in this case: the King.
- Not a commoner. - Thank you.
What is her hold on him?
I have no idea.
Apparently she has certain...skills,
acquired in an establishment in Shanghai.
- David. - Just be a sec, darling.
David, I've been trying to see you...
I've been terribly busy.
Doing what?
Kinging.
Kinging
is a precarious business these days.
Where is the Russian Tsar? Where is Cousin Wilhelm?
You're being dreary.
Is Kinging laying off eighty staff at Sandringham
and buying yet more pearls for Wallis while
there are people marching across Europe singing the Red Flag?
Stop your worrying. Herr Hitler will sort that lot out.
Who'll sort out Herr Hitler?
Where's the bloody '23?
And you've put that woman into our mother's suite?
Mother's not still in the bed, is she?
That's not funny.
Wallis likes the very best.
I don't care what woman you carry on with at night,
as long as you show up for duty in the morning!
Wallis is not just some woman I am carrying on with.
We intend to marry.
Excuse me?
She's filing a petition for divorce.
Good God.
Can't you just give her a nice house and a title?
I won't have her as my mistress.
David, the Church does not recognise divorce
and you are the head of the Church.
Haven't I any rights?
Many privileges...
Not the same thing.
Your beloved common man may marry for love,
why not me?
If you were the common man,
on what basis could you possibly claim to be King?!
Sounds like you've studied our wretched constitution.
Sounds like you haven't.
Is that what this is all about?
Brushing up.. hence the elocution lessons?
I'm trying to t-t...
Yearning for a larger audience are we, B-b-b-bertie?
D-don't ...
Younger brother trying to push older brother off throne..
Pa pa.. ...Positively medieval.
- Where have you been all this time? - Who have you been talking to?
Never you mind.
Ahh..What a complicated lovely coon you are.
I try to be.
All that work, down the drain.
My own brother...
I couldn't say.. I couldn't say a word to him in reply!
Why do you stammer more with David than you do with me?
Because you're bloody well paid to listen!
Bertie, I'm not a geisha girl.
Stop trying to be so bloody clever!
What is it about David that stops you speaking?
What is it about you, that bloody
well makes you want to go on about it, the whole bloody time.
Vulgar but fluent. You don't stammer when you swear.
Bugger off!
Is that the best you can do?
Well, bloody bugger to you, you beastly bastard.
A public school prig can do better than that.
Shit!
Shit, shit, shit! Shit!
See how defecation flows trippingly from the tongue?
Because I'm angry!
You Know the f-word?
Fornication?
Oh Bertie.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Yes! You see! Not a hesitation!
Bloody, bloody, bloody! Shit, shit,
Shit! Bugger, bugger, bugger! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Tits.
Dad? What's going on?
Sorry. Finish your homework
Well ..That's a side of you we don't get to see that often.
No. No we're not supposed to really, not publicly.
Let's get some air.
No Logue, I don't think that's a good idea.
What's the matter? What's got you so upset?
Logue, you have no idea.
My brother is infatuated with a woman who's been married twice.
She's asking for a divorce and David is determined to marry her.
Mrs Wallis Simpson of Baltimore.
That's all right. Queen Wallis of Baltimore?
Unthinkable.