[The King's Speech] Everything I know, I know from experience
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LIONEL: Bertie, I heard you at Wembley. I was there. My son Laurie said, "Dad, do you think you could help that poor man?" ¶óÀ̳Î: ¹öƼ, Àú´Â À£ºí¸® ½ºÅ×µð¾ö¿¡¼ ´ç½ÅÀÇ Ã¹ ¿¬¼³À» ÁöÄѺþî¿ä. ³» ¾Æµé ·Î¸®°¡ ±×·¯´õ±º¿ä. ¡°¾Æ¹öÁö, Àú ºÒ½ÖÇÑ ºÐÀ» µµ¿ÍÁÙ ¼ö ÀÖÀ¸¼¼¿ä?¡±
BERTIE: What, as, as a failed actor? ¹öƼ: ¾Æ¸¶Ãß¾î ¹è¿ì ÀÚ°ÝÀ¸·Î?
BERTIE: You giva s very noble account of yourself. ¹öƼ: ÀÚ½ÅÀÇ °ú°Å¸¦ °í»óÇÏ°Ô Ç¥ÇöÇϴ±º¿ä.
LIONEL: Make inquiries. It's all true. ¶óÀ̳Î: Á¶»çÇØº¸¼¼¿ä. ´Ù »ç½ÇÀ̴ϱî.
BERTIE: Inquries have been made. You have no idea who I have breathing down my neck. I vouched for you and you have no...(stammers)...credentials. ¹öƼ: Á¶»ç´Â ÀÌ¹Ì ´Ù µÇ¾ú¼Ò. ³»°¡ ¾ó¸¶³ª ½Ã´Þ·È´ÂÁö ¸ð¸¦ °Å¿ä. ³ ´ç½Å ÆíÀ» µé¾ú´Âµ¥... ´ç½ÅÀº ¾Æ¹«·± ÀÚ...(´õµë´Â´Ù)...ÀÚ°ÝÁõµµ ¾ø¾ú¼Ò.
Bertie stares towards at Lionel. ¹öƼ´Â ¶óÀ̳ΠÂÊÀ» ÀÀ½ÃÇÑ´Ù.
LIONEL: My plaque says 'L Logue, Speech Defects'. Not 'Doctor'. There are no letters after my name. ¶óÀ̳Î: ³» »ç¹«½Ç º® ¾×ÀÚ¿¡´Â ¡®L. ·Î±× ¾ð¾îÄ¡·á»ç¡¯¶ó°í ÀûÇô ÀÖ¾î¿ä. ³» À̸§ µÚ¿¡ ¹Ú»çµµ ¹¹µµ ÀûÇô ÀÖÁö ¾Ê½À´Ï´Ù.
Bertie closes his eyes. Lionel gestures as he kneels. ¹öƼ´Â ´«À» °¨´Â´Ù. ¶óÀ̳ÎÀº ¹«¸À» ²ÝÀ¸¸é¼ ¼ÕÁþÀ» ÇÑ´Ù.
LIONEL: Lock me in the Tower. ¶óÀ̳Î: ·±´ø ž¿¡ °¡µÎ½ÃÁö¿ä.
BERTIE: I would if I could. ¹öƼ: ±×·² ¼ö¸¸ ÀÖ´Ù¸é ±×·¯°í ½Í¼Ò.
LIONEL: On what charge? ¶óÀ̳Î: ¹«½¼ Á˸ñÀ¸·Î¿ä?
BERTIE: Fraud. With war looming, you've saddled this nation with a voiceless...King. You've destroyed the happiness of my family... ¹öƼ: »ç±âÁË. ´ç½ÅÀÌ Ä¡·áÇÏ´ø »ç¶÷Àº ÀüÀïÀ» ´« ¾Õ¿¡ µÐ...º¡¾î¸® ¿ÕÀ̶õ ¸»ÀÌ¿À. ´ç½Å ¶§¹®¿¡ ¿ì¸® °¡Á·ÀÇ ±â»Ýµµ »ç¶óÁö°Ô µÆ¼Ò.
His desperation spills out. Bertie stands, walks down the steps towards. ±×ÀÇ Àý¸ÁÀÌ ½ñ¾ÆÁ® ³ª¿Â´Ù. ¹öƼ´Â ÀϾ Ãþ°è¸¦ °É¾î³»·Á°£´Ù.
BERTIE: ...all for the sake of ensnaring a star... ¹öƼ: ...¸ðµÎµé ´ç½ÅÀÌ º¸ÁÂÇØÁÙ °Å¶ó°í ¹Ï°í ÀÖ¾ú´Âµ¥...
BERTIE: ...patient you couldn't... ¹öƼ: ...ȯÀÚ°¡ ¿ö³« ´ë´ÜÇÑ »ç¶÷ÀÎÁö¶ó...
Bertie stps past the ornate partition. ¹öƼ´Â Àß ²Ù¹Î ĸ·ÀÌ ¹æÀ» Áö³ª°£´Ù.
BERTIE: ...possibly hope to assist. (stops) It'll be like mad...(stammers)...King George the Third. (mumbles) (stammers) Mad King...George the Stammerer...who let his people down so badly in their hour of need. ¹öƼ: ...±×·¯Áöµµ ¸øÇÏ°Ô µÆÀ¸´Ï...(¸ØÃá´Ù) ³ ¹ÌÃĹö¸±Áöµµ ¸ð¸£¿À. (´õµë°Å¸°´Ù) ¹ÌÄ¡±¤ÀÌ Á¶Áö 3¼¼Ã³·³...(¿õ¾ó°Å¸°´Ù) (´õµë°Å¸°´Ù) ¹ÌÄ¡±¤ÀÌ...¸»´õµëÀÌ...Á¶Áö 6¼¼. ±× ¾î´À ¶§º¸´Ù ¿ÕÀÌ ÇÊ¿äÇÑ ¶§¿¡ ±¹¹ÎÀ» ½Ç¸Á½ÃŲ ¿ÕÀ¸·Î ±â¾ïµÉÁöµµ...
As he turns to reveal Lionel seated cross-legged on the throne of Edward the Confessor. ±×°¡ µ¹¾Æ¼ÀÚ ¶óÀ̳ÎÀÌ ¿ÕÁ¿¡ ´Ù¸®¸¦ ´Ù¸®¸¦ Æ÷°³°í ¾É¾ÆÀÖ´Â °ÍÀÌ º¸ÀδÙ.
BERTIE: What are you doing? Get up! You can't sit there! Get up! (strides towards) ¹öƼ: ¹¹ÇÏ´Â °Å¿ä? ÀϾ½Ã¿ä! °Å±â ¾ÉÀ¸¸é ¾Æ´ÏµÇ¿À! ÀϾ¶õ ¸»ÀÌ¿À! (¾ÕÀ¸·Î ¼ºÅ °É¾î¿Â´Ù)