The Kings Speech Official

Outside, across London, across England, people stood in their kitchens and parlors, handkerchiefs pressed to mouths. A few wept. Most simply breathed again.

The red light on the BBC microphone blinked once. Steady. Judging. the kings speech

In the silence that followed, Lionel stood and walked over. He said nothing. He simply placed a hand on Bertie's shoulder. Outside, across London, across England, people stood in

"My voice is not my father's. It is not my brother's. It is mine. And tonight, it is yours. Goodnight... and God save... save every one of you." Bertie smiled into the void.

The red light held. For the first time, Bertie smiled into the void.