The Prince and Me III: A Royal Honeymoon

I know, Soren.

You don't have to say it.

We're behind schedule, Your Majesty.

I need your signature on these, there are some RSVPs you need to accept or

decline, and I'm a little concerned about the calendar on your return.

Soren, where's the queen?

Conveniently, she too is behind schedule.

Move the interview to noon. I visit the orphanage at nine.

I'm not changing that. And I'll be back on Monday.

Still no word from Copenhagen Hospital?

Queen Paige.

-King Edvard.

-I feel as if I haven't seen you in ages.

You haven't.

You've been a very busy king.

And a terrible husband, making you wait this long for your honeymoon.

I should be ashamed.

-You should.

-I am.

Couldn't get government to shut down for me.

Then what good is it being king?

Precisely.

Ahem!

Pardon the interruption, Your Majesties,

but if you do intend to go on your honeymoon,

you might want to catch your plane.

I don't think I've ever had a Christmas without snow.

I think I'm going to miss it.

What, on a secluded island?

Ohh! Eddie, I can't wait.

Really. It's just different.

I've always had a white Christmas.

But the island's going to be great, as long as I'm with you.

Ahem!

Personally, I don't like the sun.

I'm fair, you see.

Yes, we see, Soren. Thank you.

Your Majesty, come here. Can we get a picture of the happy couple?

-Oh, dear.

-Is that the prime minister?

-What is he doing here?

-Taking advantage of a photo opportunity.

Probably wants to come along.

Your Majesty, what is your agenda for the new year?

Queen Paige, give us a smile!

-Your Majesty.

-John! How was your trip?

-Exhilarating, Your Majesty.

-Where did you go?

On a tour of the north country.

-Sounds lovely.

-But I'm delaying you.

I only wanted to wish you well on your honeymoon

and to present my queen with an early Christmas gift.

Oh, that's very sweet. What is it?

It's a little guide to royal protocol. Tips, notes, suggestions.

Thought I was doing pretty good for a farm girl from Wisconsin.

I think the queen is doing a wonderful job.

Yes, well, we all have room for improvement, don't we?

Goodness knows your schedule will be busy enough when you get back.

-I'm hoping to start at Copenhagen Hospital.

-Oh!

I just assumed that your medical career would be put on hold.

Being queen is not a part-time position.

Well, it's lucky for us, then,

that the queen is so talented and versatile.

Mm, we are lucky.

Well, Your Majesties...

If I may, Your Majesty,

at no point in the last six months did I believe you would benefit from

a How To Be A Queen manual.

Thank you, Soren.

Your Majesty, how did you choose the Caribbean for your honeymoon?

Will you be making any other stops, Your Majesty?

Soren, who else knows where we're going?

Apart from everyone? I'm afraid the royal honeymoon is rather big news.

What is it, Paige?

Eddie, I just want to be alone with you.

Then I have an idea.

Soren?

INAUDIBLE

But, sir, what about all my arrangements?

-Eddie?

-Shh.

Surprise.

INAUDIBLE

Very well, sir.

I'll alert the pilot.

Of course I got the monarch to sign it. He had no choice.

The royal couple suspects nothing.

'They're off on their honeymoon, and by the time they return,

-'it will be too late.'

-Good.

The equipment is already arriving.

When you give the word, my men will be ready to take it all down.

'Excellent.'

Hello!

Shoo!

Shoo, shoo!

It's a small gem of a country buried in the mountains,

under the protection of the Crown for 350 years now,

a little behind the times, but beautiful, remote, as you can see.

-I haven't been here since I was young.

-Oh, it looks perfect.

I can't wait!

Belavia.

Oh, Eddie! It's beautiful!

Well, it's, er, desolate.

-Secluded.

-Hmm.

Perhaps we should have landed at the main airport

or at least arranged a car.

I like the adventure of it all.

Do you know, this is the first time in years that I've arrived somewhere

and wasn't greeted by a parade or a band.

-Not counting Wisconsin, of course.

-How does it feel?

Well, kind of...liberating.

No paparazzi.

No politicians.

No-one to see me do this...

No-one to hear me do this...

Hello, Belavia!!

..except for the pilot, about whom I completely forgot.

Oh, Queen Paige, you've done it now.

Argh! Whoo!

THEY LAUGH

-So tell me again why we sent that plane back.

-No luck?

Well, they're all gone in there. Early Christmas vacation, I guess.

And this...

is useless.

Someone will be along.

We could literally freeze to death before then.

Speaking of which, I'm not sure we've brought

the right attire for Belavia. Those bikinis, for instance.

Did you know that no-one will shake my hand unless I extend it first?

I don't know why you're reading that.

Just learning how to be a queen. Complicated stuff.

-HORSE NEIGHS

-Look. Look! We're rescued.

Ah, you must be joking.

You're not joking.

OK.

Hello.

Are you going into town?

HE REPLIES IN "BELAVIAN"

I don't think he speaks English.

-Hello!

-Um, hotel?

Belavia. You take us?

-Belavia.

-Yeah.

HE SPEAKS BELAVIAN

Don't look so pleased with yourself, Miss Translator.

-What'll we do about the bags?

-Uh, the bags?

Can you take the bags?

HE TALKS IN BELAVIAN

-OK!

-OK, OK.

-He seems to think it's OK.

-Yeah, I got that part.

-We could send someone for them when we get to the hotel.

-Mm-hm.

Daka-daka!

Erm, could we, er, slow down a bit?

What's the international sign for

"Please don't kill us in your small brown cart"?

Eddie, look, there's a wild goat.

-We must be near the nature preserve.

-Yeah.

DRIVER SINGS IN BELAVIAN

THEY JOIN IN, UNCONVINCINGLY

Ho!

-Ho!

-Thank you.

-This is great!

-That was, er...

Goodbye!

That was fun.

Bye-bye.

Oh, wow, this is nice.

-Great!

-Look at all the decorations.

-Hello?

-Hey.

Hm?

That is my great-great-great...

great-grandfather.

He was the one who put Belavia under the protection of the Crown.

And that is the Belavian monarch, Prince Georgiev.

Argh!

-I'm sorry. You startled me.

-Oh, English.

-I think you give me heart attack!

-I'm sorry.

-We were looking at the portrait.

-You yell in my ear.

I know. I mean, I'm sorry.

-Do I know you?

-Erm...

Er, I don't believe so. We actually just need a room.

Yes, I do.

I know you.

Oh, my king and queen!

I'm sorry I did not recognise you.

And I said I'm having a heart attack!

I'm feeling much better now.

How could I not know you are gracing my hotel?

-Nobody knows.

-Yeah, our being here is a bit of a secret.

Just avoiding the paparazzi, you understand.

-Ah, nosy people.

-Yes.

Marcellus understands. You have come to the right place.

No-one will bother you here.

So, what can Marcellus do for his king and queen?

Well, actually, there is one thing.

We had to leave our bags at the side of the road by the airport.

-Airstrip.

-Right, airstrip.

There wasn't enough room in the cart.

You leave your bags on the road?

On the side of the road.

Yes, seemed like a really good idea at the time.

Ah, do not worry. I will send someone for them.

If the wild dogs or bears did not get to them, everything will be fine.

-Wild dogs?

-Sorry, bears?

And it's your honeymoon!

How romantic!

I read all about it in the magazines.

Now, I'll put you in the best room in all of Belavia. Come, follow me.

We have many facilities. We have restaurant,

we have skis, we have snowmobiles...

Erm, what was this about the bears?

Is that just a rumour or...?

Oh, dear.

Our honeymoon suite.

-Wow!

-Nice, yes?

Yes. Yes, it's, erm, really...

There's certainly a lot...of nature.

Yes, Belavia is full of nature.

It's our national treasure.

And now for you, our local specialty.

-Brekikka.

-Ah.

Thank you.

Thank you. It's very kind.

You're welcome. I leave you now.

Strong.

Sweet.

Uh, forgot to say...

Thank you, King and Queen, for staying at my hotel.

BOTH: You're welcome.

What do you mean, they're in Belavia?

How could this be?

I've been trying to reach you for hours!

I saw them with my very own eyes at my very own hotel.

But they're supposed to be on an island!

I guess they changed their minds.

Well, they must know something.

-But how could they?

-How could they?

Ohh! I deeply, deeply dislike them.

I am, on the whole, displeased.

Oh, I, too, sir.

I'm displeased to my very soul.

-Well, what can they do?

-Nothing.

Nothing?

You know, I have the Prince's signature.

I'll call an emergency session of Parliament.

They will clearly see the value of these oil reserves.

Erm, with all due respect, sir, you're talking about our dashing

young king and his charming bride,

the same beautiful couple that makes headlines on a daily basis.

If they discover what is going on, we could have a problem.

-Oh, no.

-Oh, yes, sir!

-Well, then, do something!

-What are you suggesting?

Well, I don't know! Keep them busy!

Perhaps I could distract them.

Yes, distract them. Wait...

Wait... Oh, yes.

I have just the thing.

-It feels like Christmas, doesn't it?

-It does, yes.

And considering it's a good two degrees above freezing,

I believe a toast is in order.

-My, how fancy!

-I'm quite fancy.

-I am a king, you know.

-Right.

To my gorgeous, brilliant wife, who is quite the trouper

for putting up with her sometimes

cranky husband and for finding us some warm clothes.

I don't deserve you.

I guess you're just lucky.

-Scott?

-Sorry?

-Scott?

-Paige?

Holy cow! Paige Morgan!

Hey!

-Scott! How are you?

-Good. Really great.

I'd ask how you are, but it'd be kind of a dumb question, Your Majesty.

Scott, this is my husband, King Edvard.

-Eddie, this is Scott Alberson.

-King Edvard!

Just, um, Eddie.

Scott, nice to meet you.

-We went to high school together.

-A million years ago.

-It wasn't that long ago.

-Well, let's see now.

Since high school, she's gone to college, med school. Oh!

And become Queen of Denmark!

-Scott, what are you doing here?

-You mean, what am I doing in a tiny

little country no-one's ever heard of?

Yes, that's what I mean.

Well, you know I'm a journalist now.

I was in Lithuania doing a travel piece.

Heard about this amazing nature reserve. Thought I'd check it out.

Scott, can you do us a favour and not tell anyone we're here?

We kind of just want to be alone.

-Right. Of course not.

-The press, you know.

Right! Alone. OK, yeah, I'm gone.

Seriously, I'm gone.

Nice to meet you. Hey, Eddie!

Goodnight, Paige.

By the way, is it Dr Paige now or Queen Paige?

It's Paige. It's still just Paige.

Wow.

Try to change the subject.

-Oh...

-Whoops!

-Bags.

I guess the wild dogs got to them.

-Or the bears.

-I'm so sorry.

We'll deal with it later. Thank you, Marcellus.

-Goodnight, Your Majesties.

-Good night.

-So, this Scott fellow, was he, erm, a very good friend?

-He was.

I haven't seen him since graduation.

Were you... Did you date at all?

-Eddie, are you jealous?

-Jeal...? No.

-Should I be?

-Yes.

We dated in high school.

Right.

But you broke up.

I wanted to go to med school.

He wanted me to be someone else.

-Oh.

-I think he's over it.

Mm, don't know.

Bet you're quite hard to get over.

-Well, between you and me...

-Mm?

I like you a lot more than I ever liked him.

Yeah?

Yeah.

No, I'm just saying that I don't look very dignified.

Maybe I should go back.

Oh, Eddie, don't be silly.

It's the only outfit I could find that would fit you.

Besides, you're not a king right now,

you're just a guy on his honeymoon.

Yeah, a very silly-looking guy on his honeymoon.

Wow.

He looks pretty good.

Hey, guys.

Scott! Um, hi.

Whoa, Eddie, that is some outfit!

-Right, that's it. I'm going back.

-I'm just kidding.

Come on, what are you guys doing? You up for a little boarding?

Oh, no, I'm just a skier.

I've actually never tried it.

Better not. Wouldn't want to kill the king.

-Actually, I'm a pretty good skier. Not that different, is it?

-No.

Oh, I don't know.

-Aw, you don't mind, do you?

-You can follow on your skis.

-OK.

-Cool!

Let's go get you some gear!

Well, here we are.

-This is it?

-It's nice.

-Looks easy enough.

-You'll be just fine.

Now, uh, remember,

-keep your weight forward and use your hands.

-Right.

We'll, er...see you at the bottom.

Yeah. Ha, ha-ha!

And, uh, be careful.

Oh, I could do that.

Or maybe not.

Oh, boy.

Whoa!

Oof!

Ow! Oof!

Ha-ha, ha!

Eddie?

Are you OK?

Ow.

Hey, come on!

Woo!

Waa!

Woo!

Yeah, baby!

You sure you want to do this one? We could always go back in.

First one down.

Ha-ha!

Edvard, come on!

WOMAN CRIES OUT

SCOTT: What was that?

Over there!

I'm coming, I'm coming!

SHE SPEAKS IN BELAVIAN

Come on, come on, come on!

Where, where, where, where? Where?

Through here?

It's OK, it's OK.

No, no, no, no, no. Stay.

-It's all right.

-Whoa, whoa.

It's OK.

It's OK. I got her.

OK. Give me your hand, give me your hand.

MOTHER SPEAKS IN BELAVIAN

HE GRUNTS WITH EFFORT

Oh!

Wait.

Paige? Paige! Paige!

-Got you.

-Careful, Paige.

I've got you.

He's got her.

Come on.

Here we go.

You OK?

Let me see your wrist.

Uh, you were, uh...

That was, uh... That was, uh...

really...cool, what you did back there.

Well, it's just what anyone would have done.

Not anyone.

He's going to be OK. Just a few scrapes and bruises.

-You OK, Eddie?

-Yeah.

I think a little respite is in order.

Yeah, I think we've had enough excitement for today.

-We'll see you, Scott.

-OK.

-Oh, thanks for the lesson.

-Yeah.

Any time.

Oh, Eddie, a wolverine.

They're everywhere here.

This place is wonderful.

You said it covers half the country?

Yes. Oh, wow, look.

Imperial eagle.

Why don't more people know about this, this preserve?

Well, Belavia's an undeveloped country.

It's to their advantage, in many ways.

Maybe we could help them, you know, promote some eco-tourism.

It's a brilliant idea.

Eddie, look.

A deer. Do you think it'll let us get closer?

I'm sure it wouldn't mind if you asked it politely.

She's onto us.

Where'd she go?

Outwitted by a deer.

She was right here.

What are those doing here?

I don't know.

I'm going to find out.

I want it razed to the ground.

Not a tree trunk, not a twig, not a little furry creature left.

Translate that.

-Excuse me.

-What?!

Ha-ha! Oh, Your Majesty! Your Majesties.

You're Danish. Who are you, sir?

Oliver Laertes, Foreign Ministry.

I wish I'd known you were coming. I'd have arranged a greeting.

What are you and all these men doing here?

I'm here to make sure everything is proceeding as planned.

You must be here for a surprise inspection.

Inspection of what?

Erm, the clearing of the forest.

For what?

To make room for the pipeline.

An oil pipeline?

Who ordered this and by what right?

Erm, I believe Prime Minister Polonius has obtained

all rights to the local oil reserves,

with the signed agreement of the Belavian monarch, of course.

This must be where he went on his trip.

-Let me be clear, Mr Laertes.

-Please, Oliver, Your Majesty.

Oliver. This endeavour is not the will of Denmark.

I don't know what Polonius is doing,

but he does not have the blessing of Parliament, nor mine.

-Where can I get a land line?

-Erm, the nearest one's in town.

Thank you.

Oh, and Oliver?

-Yes, Your Majesty?

-Don't cut anything down.

Of course not, Your Majesty.

PHONE DIALS

PHONE RINGS

Yes, put him on immediately!

Tell him it's Oliver!

Your Majesty, all day he has been calling.

Mr Soren.

Soren, talk to me.

Yes.

Yes, I understand.

What?!

Erm, thank you, Soren.

Patch me through to the prime minister, will you?

-Well?

-It's true.

Polonius is attempting to seize the land by eminent domain

and has proposed an amendment to The Conservation Act

in order to allow him to drill for oil.

Can he just do that?

Not just that, he's called an emergency session in Parliament

to vote on it...

three days from now.

But that's Christmas Eve.

He doesn't care. He's running for re-election.

-He thinks this travesty will clinch it for him.

-'Your Majesty?'

What was that?

Oh, he is, is he? Erm...

No, that'll be all.

Let me know if you hear anything else.

He's tied up.

We need to go home, Eddie. You'll talk to Parliament.

Yes. I need to speak to the prince first.

Mr Soren says that the jet is standing by.

Unless...

Unless we fight Polonius from here, right here from Belavia.

We bring the media here, to the very land this proposal would destroy.

They would love it. "Royal couple takes up cause on honeymoon."

It'd allow you to see the prince.

But what about your honeymoon?

Paige, I'm sorry.

We have the rest of our lives to be together.

Are we going to save Belavia or what?

-You are an amazing woman.

-Let's do it!

Pardon me, Your Majesty, the prince is not available.

Not...available?

This is urgent business.

Yes, Your Majesty, but he was not expecting you.

Are you telling me he will not see me?

No. No, Your Majesty, it's simply...he's busy.

But he did instruct me to invite you and your queen

to our holiday ball tonight.

Holiday ball.

All right, fine. Please, tell the prince we accept.

-I look forward to speaking to him tonight.

-Yes, Your Majesty.

Thank you.

No, that's great, Scott. As soon as you can, OK?

-Please.

-Of course.

-Paige?

-Eddie!

-How'd it go?

-Was that Scott?

Yes! I ran into him again.

Great news, Soren said the major papers and TV stations

are on their way,

-Scott's been helping call smaller outfits.

-That's good news.

What happened? What did the prince say?

He didn't. He wouldn't see me.

What? He wouldn't see you? Why?

I don't know. It's clear something's going on.

You know, I haven't been refused an audience since...

Well, ever. I've never been refused.

Does he know we only have two days to stop this thing?

I assume so, but maybe not.

He's invited us to his holiday ball tonight.

-Have you not heard from Polonius?

-No.

-Ahem.

Excuse me, Your Majesties, but I couldn't help overhearing.

If I may...

I am told the prince can be a rather difficult man.

In what way?

Perhaps a little...senile.

It's hard to say. He does seem to have a special dislike for the Crown.

Really?

You will see for yourself. If there's anything I can do...

No, Oliver, you can do your part by staying those bulldozers, OK?

Of course, Your Majesty. Good day.

What do we do now? The prince will be here very soon.

I can't wait. I need to talk to Parliament.

I've no doubt Polonius is doing the same.

-Marcellus!

-I don't care if his phones are busy.

This is my fourth call.

Put me through to him now!

Well, yes, Madame Chairman, that is exactly the case.

You have my deepest gratitude for your support.

Good day.

PHONE RINGS

Yes?

Mr Prime Minister!

With all due respect, Your Majesty...

what exactly are you doing in Belavia?

Well, it's a funny thing.

I, er, discovered that you intended to demolish

one of my kingdom's national treasures while I was out of town.

Merely a coincidence.

That I doubt, because I know your tactics.

'Do you think this little publicity stunt of yours

'is going to stop me?'

I do, yes.

Don't go to battle with me, Your Majesty.

You don't have the stomach for it.

Belavia is under the protection of the Crown.

You will not destroy it for political gain.

I will not allow it.

Do you think the people will thank you for higher gas prices?

My people care about more than just gas prices.

Oh, do they? We'll see about that.

'Enjoy your honeymoon, Your Majesty.'

Polonius?

Yes.

You know, I don't believe he's very fond of me.

He's been busy lobbying the legislators to vote for his measure.

Oh. How are we doing?

Well, the speaker seems inclined. Some are short-sighted, but...

if the prince joins us, they'll follow.

Speaking of which, look what Marcellus found for you.

Great.

Let's go and talk to the prince.

TRADITIONAL MUSIC PLAYS

Bravo!

APPLAUSE

Merry Christmas! Happy holidays!

Wait. Stay there and don't move your muscles.

TRUMPET BLASTS

Their Royal Majesties King Edvard and Queen Paige!

APPLAUSE

It's going to be a great party.

Hey, guys. Wow, you look gorgeous.

Just like prom, huh?

You'll be happy to hear, I called in all my chips.

I even saw a friend from BBC Nature checking in.

Thank you, Scott. Your help is appreciated.

Your Majesties, Prince Georgiev would like you to join him.

Of course, Oliver, thank you.

-Would you excuse us, Scott?

-Oh, yeah.

Actually, Your Majesty, I've arranged it so that your friend can join us.

Cool!

Thanks.

Lovely.

Scott?

-WHISPERS:

-Tonight is off the record.

-What was that?

-I was saying that tonight is off the record.

-You know, no reporting.

-Good thinking.

So, you went to the prom with this guy.

Forget about Scott. Focus on the prince.

Yeah, but prom, isn't that...

-significant?

-The prince.

-We need his support.

-Right.

-Later we'll talk about this prom business.

-Yes.

May I present King Edvard and Queen Paige of Denmark.

The Honourable Prince Georgiev III of Belavia.

My Queen, a word of caution,

local custom requires that women avert their eyes from the prince.

-Why?

-It's a custom hundreds of years old.

Protocol.

Your Highness, I need to speak to you about the nature preserve.

We love...

We love Belavia, Your Highness

and the people have made us feel very welcome.

Prince Georgiev...

you signed an agreement with the Danish prime minister

regarding oil rights. Why?

I had no choice.

You gave me no choice.

Sorry, I don't understand.

It is your will.

So Polonius said.

You pretend to be a friend to us. You're no friend.

You send here people like that one...

with bulldozers to destroy what is best about Belavia.

And what do we get in return?

-A pittance.

-I give you my word,

I knew nothing about this before this week.

Yes, of course, you don't know what your own government is planning(!)

Are you calling me a liar?

And am I too a liar, sent here to destroy your country?

I didn't mean to offend Your Majesty.

You didn't offend me.

I understand your position.

My father often dealt with men who made promises.

They tried to take our farm.

They almost did.

But you are wrong about us.

The king and I have taken on your cause on our honeymoon,

and if you value your kingdom, you will listen to him,

because right now he's the only one who can help you.

-If what you say is true...

-It is.

Then I will listen.

-She's a good wife. Smart.

-Brilliant.

Yes. I will be very careful not to make her angry in the future.

That's probably wise.

I was rude. Please, accept my apology.

I accept. Perhaps you can make it up to me with a dance.

It would be an honour, my Queen.

So, here it is. Tomorrow I will hold a press conference

in the preserve and show the world what everyone would be losing if the forest were razed.

You think they'll listen?

The people will,

-and so will Parliament.

-You have much faith in your people.

And yours, which is why I'd like you standing next to me at the press conference.

I would be honoured.

-Thank you, Scott, for all your help.

-No problem.

He's done it. He's going to save the preserve.

You, um...

you really love him, don't you?

I do.

More than I ever thought possible.

I should go.

Oh! OK. Good night.

-OK, good night.

-Thank you.

-Sure.

-For everything.

-Hello!

-Whoah!

What are you doing in my room, man?

-Sorry for the fright, Scott.

-What are you doing here?

How was the party? Fun time?

From what my aide tells me, things didn't go all that well. So tell me,

what happened tonight that was not part of our plan?

What's going on? You told me this was just about Paige and the king.

My business is not your concern.

You were instructed to distract them, to sabotage their so-called honeymoon.

That's what I paid you for.

That's why I pulled you out of that small-town paper.

And this is the best you can do?

Ahh! "The king and queen of Denmark save the life of an eight-year-old."

Yes, I've read it.

Everyone's read it.

It made headlines all over the world.

And what do you counter this hero story with, Scott?

Oh. Here it is.

-I'm trying to ruin a man, not make him blush.

-Well, you know what?

I'm not up for this any more, so...

That was a mistake.

Let me tell you what the consequences of you reneging on our deal would be.

The queen will learn that you are in fact not her friend

but an opportunist

after monetary gain.

I would then make it my business to destroy any hopes you may have of becoming an important writer.

And last, but certainly not least, my friend,

is that note on your mother's farm.

You promised! You promised!

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Good.

Then tomorrow...we up the stakes.

Tomorrow, nothing goes right for this boy king.

We must show the world his incompetence.

Good night.

You will tell no-one that the Prime Minister is here. Understood?

Understood?

-KNOCK ON DOOR

-Yes?

Ah, good morning, Your Majesty. Is, um, the King available?

Um, no, he's getting ready.

Can I help you?

WATER RUNNING

Um, no.

Yes. I've arranged your transportation to the conference.

Whenever you're ready, Your Majesty.

Thank you, Oliver.

< SHOUTING

Eddie?

Ow!

Are you OK?

Ow.

-There they are.

-Here they come.

Your Majesties, will you be spending Christmas in Belavia?

Will you really do battle with Prime Minister Polonius?

I will explain everything at the press conference.

HE WINCES

Your Majesty, what happened?

He slipped in the shower.

I didn't slip. I was scalded by some extremely hot water,

-so I...leapt out.

-You leapt?

-Doesn't matter, does it?

I've got a very, very good feeling about today, and I don't want anything to ruin it.

What's the itinerary?

Ah! When you arrive at the nature preserve, the press and Prince Georgiev will be waiting.

And here is your transportation. Very environmentally friendly.

-Great.

-Eddie, look who it is.

Thank you, Oliver.

Hello! Who's this guy?

HE SPEAKS IN BELAVIAN

OK!

-Don't know if I like the look of this fellow.

-Looks like a mob guy.

-Great.

-OK! OK!

Good luck, Your Majesties. See you there!

Bye!

Have fun.

You came in from Paris?

No, I flew straight from Frankfurt. Couldn't miss this.

Yeah. Yeah, it's a big deal, I guess.

It is. Not every day a king goes up against his prime minister.

No, it's definitely his brother.

Or his cousin.

I think he said it was his dad.

-His dad?

-Or his son.

Or his son? It's his dad or his son.

Are we nearly there?

I wonder where they are.

I hope they didn't have an accident.

There.

Oh! Brilliant.

Is King Edvard riding in a sleigh?

Apparently.

Excuse me, won't you?

The queen, the queen! Go! Go!

Oliver, what are you doing?

-Your Majesty.

-Why are we getting off here?

-Excuse me!

-I thought it might be better, Your Majesty. You see...

-Oh, yeah.

HORSE NEIGHS

Eddie!

-Eddie! Eddie!

-Paige!

Somebody help!

Eddie! Oh, no! Eddie!

-Look out!

-No!

Eddie!

-Eddie!

-Look out!

Eddie! Oh!

Eddie?

Eddie!

He got some good distance.

Eddie, are you OK?

Yes.

I'm f...

Scott, help me.

People? People!

May I please have your attention.

Regretfully, under the circumstances, we're obliged to cancel today's press conference.

We look forward to seeing you once the king recovers.

-We're coming, Eddie.

-Face in the snow.

I did not tell you to cancel the press conference.

You were buried in snow, sir.

I apologise for any misunderstanding.

In less than 18 hours, Parliament will vote,

and unless Prince Georgiev and I get in front of those cameras, this fight is done. You understand?

I'll get on it right away, sir.

Here.

-Eddie, do you want to talk?

-No. No, I don't want to talk about it.

Not now, OK?

Maybe not ever.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Enter.

Hey, guys.

I just, er...just wanted to check up on Edvard.

-Are you all right?

-Yeah.

No! Pretty far from all right, actually. Do you know why?

My shower attacked me this morning, I've just been in a sleigh-riding accident,

and, unless something drastic happens, tomorrow afternoon

Parliament will vote to destroy this country's nature preserve.

-So, nope, "all right" is what I am not.

-Eddie...

And am I somehow responsible for all that?

SHE MOUTHS

I don't know. Are you?

-What are you talking about?

-I don't know.

You seem to be around an awful lot, I know that.

Every time I turn around, there's my wife's good pal Scotty.

Now, why is that, hm?

I mean, this is... MY honeymoon, isn't it?

Or at least it's supposed to be.

You know what?

You're absolutely right.

-I'm going to take off.

-Yeah.

-Bye.

Are you...happy now?

You were just incredibly rude to my good friend for no reason.

Oh, no reason? Look at me!

Scott didn't knock you out. He didn't burn you in the shower.

He didn't wreck the sleigh.

-Just because you're having a bad day doesn't mean you need to...

-Sorry, "bad day"? Bad?

This isn't a bad day, Paige, this is a public-relations nightmare!

Well, I'm sorry you were so miserable on our honeymoon!

-Maybe you shouldn't have been spending so much time with your boyfriend!

-Boyfriend?

Oh, that's really mature, Eddie.

And for the record, I wanted to spend yesterday with my husband,

but you stupid boys wouldn't stop competing, even though you've already won!

DOOR SLAMS

Thank you.

My pleasure, Your Majesty.

I spoke to Prince Georgiev, per your instructions.

He would like to sit down with you in one hour to discuss the rescheduled news conference.

Um...great.

Excuse me, Your Majesty, but is something bothering you?

No, I'm fine. Thank you.

Here's the thing, right?

Why is he always hanging around?

Whom are we talking about, sir?

You know, him. "Hey, Scott!"

The queen's schoolmate.

-You look pretty out here.

-Scott!

-You scared me.

-Sorry.

So I guess I caused you a lot of trouble, huh?

It's not your fault, but I don't think we should spend any more time together.

Hey, hey. Wait, wait, wait.

I don't know, you know...

seeing you again after all these years...

reminds me of that last Christmas we spent together.

-Scott!

-Remember?

I remember it was freezing and you had to put your arms around me.

Paige, come on, letting you go was the biggest mistake of my life.

I lost you.

And now you're...

married to a king! I mean, what am I supposed to do with that?

You're not supposed to do anything with it.

I mean, you're living a little girl's dream. Paige, it's not YOUR dream.

You never wanted any of this.

You wanted to be a doctor, and now you've given it up for some fantasy.

-It's not you.

-I haven't given anything up. I...

I'm here for you, Paige.

-I love you.

-Leave me alone.

-What's wrong with you?

-You don't understand.

Paige! Paige, I'm sorry!

Well done.

Hey, I'm done. That's all you're getting from me.

That's all I need.

It's all I need.

Don't catch cold.

-Oliver?

-Just be a moment, madam.

Oliver, what happened?

He missed his meeting with the prince. The prince was not happy.

That's not like Eddie at all.

-Thank you for bringing him home.

-It was a pleasure to carry the leader of my homeland...

over my shoulder.

Paige, are you cross with me?

No, honey.

That would be terrible.

I love you so much it hurts.

I love you, too.

Eddie, there's something I need to tell you.

SNORING

Eddie?

-I'm sorry.

-Me too.

No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have gone off on your friend like that.

I was stupid and...

..jealous.

Eddie, I have to tell you something, and you're not going to like it.

OK.

This is kind of awkward.

Bad awkward?

Not good.

Maybe bad.

-Good morning, Your Majesties!

-Oliver, will you give us a minute, please?

Sir, the Prime Minister's here.

Here?

-In Belavia here?

-Yes, and he would like to speak to you at your earliest convenience.

Fine. Could you tell him that I'll meet him in the hotel library in 15 minutes?

Paige, I'm really sorry. I'm going to have to go and see him. Who knows what he's up to.

Can we talk about this later?

Yeah. Yeah.

OK.

It's not...

-"bad" bad, is it?

-We'll... We'll talk later.

Thank you for seeing me, Your Majesty.

John, I hope you're not here to try and make me change my mind.

I've already persuaded a number of the legislators to join my cause.

Yes, I'm well aware, but there may be other factors you might want to consider.

May I sit?

-What is this?

-It's a book.

It doesn't paint your young bride in the best light.

How did you get this?

You should read it, really.

It's great stuff, complete with pictures too.

There's even a great one of you asleep on a barroom floor.

But this one...

..is my favourite.

What do you want?

Drop this issue.

Go honeymoon in the tropics as planned.

Uh, it's over. We're leaving.

Why?

We lost the fight.

Eddie, what happened?

Better question...

What happened with Scott last night?

He...kissed me.

For the record, Paige...

someone kissing you

falls under the category of...

-bad bad.

-Eddie, you don't think that I...

What?

Kissed him back? Did you?

No. No, of course not.

So it was a...a one-way kiss?

Yeah, I would say so.

He's, um...

..he's written a book, Paige.

About the two of you, complete with a picture of him kissing you...

on our honeymoon. That's...

this is why we've got to go...

before this book comes out, courtesy of Polonius.

Polonius.

Eddie, we didn't do anything wrong.

Oh, that's not how it looks.

This book would...

..embarrass the Crown.

No. It would embarrass ME.

You are the Crown. Paige, you are the Queen of Denmark.

Yes.

And as Queen, I will not run away from slander, and neither should you.

-It's not me I'm worried about.

-I'm not going anywhere.

-Excuse me?

-You heard me.

I haven't done anything wrong.

In fact, I have been wronged by someone I thought was a friend.

I won't back down.

I can't.

I'm not going to pretend to be someone I'm not.

What do you mean?

Just because Scott and Polonius say something is true, you think people will believe it.

Well, I don't.

People know me better than that, and they should know that somebody's trying to blackmail us.

Sit down.

Hey, hey.

Never for a moment...believe that I would want you to change.

You're the woman I married.

You're the girl I want,

and you will be...

You are a brilliant queen.

Then let's go forward.

I can take a little embarrassment if you can,

if I know it's the right thing.

-It is the right thing, isn't it?

-Yes.

I love you...

Paige Morgan.

I love you.

Three hours till the vote.

There he is.

Scott!

-You and I need to talk.

-Uh...

I got a plane to catch.

-Call the prince.

-A press conference. I'm on it!

Hey!

You don't mind, do you?

Thank you.

Now...

driving...I can do.

The conference is at the castle in an hour.

The reporters are on their way.

I'm really sorry.

I don't want to hear you say you're sorry.

-Was this Polonius's idea... or yours?

-A bit of both.

I've been writing it for a while.

It was just about Paige and me at high school.

I needed the money.

Then the Prime Minister contacted me.

He said he could get it published...

..if I just, um...

..embellished things...

-a little bit.

-If you lied, you mean.

Hey, I told you, I needed the money, OK?

Paige...

my family's farm is going under.

So, anyway, then he says,

"Oh, we're probably going to need some pictures to go with the book."

When you guys came to Belavia, he gave me the scoop and flew me here.

I was in Lithuania, but I had no idea it involved this oil thing,

and I certainly didn't know that that Oliver creep was involved until...

Well, er...

until I did.

Well, he fooled us too.

So what are we going to do about this?

You're sure the prince understands?

I've explained everything. You'll speak first, then Scott.

Never been on this end of a press conference before.

Just tell the truth, that Polonius brought you here, told you what to do...

-Hey! It's my family's farm, OK? It's all we've got.

-Scott!

We've been friends for a long time.

Our parents are friends. We cared a lot about each other at one point.

If that means anything to you, you need to make this right.

We will do everything we can for your family, but right now, this country's future is at stake.

Your Majesty.

You're supposed to be on a plane.

Change of plans.

We're not running away because of your lies.

So you call a press conference and have Mr All American

spill his guts about the evil Prime Minister. Is that about right?

Something like that, yes. Now, if you'll excuse us, the reporters are waiting, as is our Parliament.

You don't expect me to allow you to tarnish my reputation, do you?

You'd draw a sword on your King?

Well...

..you will not pass.

The reporters are right inside.

Yes, and Oliver has his instructions.

Eddie!

Eddie.

Go.

I've got it.

My people will believe what I tell them to believe.

The people will believe the truth.

Gentlemen. Ladies.

Quiet, please.

In 20 minutes, we shall adjourn to the chamber for the vote.

Thank you all for attending this special session of the Folketing during your holidays.

-Come on, it's this way.

-No, it's this way.

The monarch is leaving.

There's something going on.

The King had better not be standing him up again.

Thank you. Thank you all for coming.

As you know, King Edvard and Queen Paige of Denmark came to Belavia

to impede progress, to stop what could be a great economic boon for both our countries.

You cannot defeat me!

Information has come to our attention.

I warn you that this material is...

Stop!

It's the King...

-and the Prime Minister?

-Eddie!

Wait, I have this manuscript. It's really...

Enough!

Do you yield?

Your Majesty, a question for the Post.

That was impressive.

Don't act so surprised. We're on TV.

I'm not surprised.

You're my hero.

May I have your attention, please.

WHISPERS

Attention, please.

His Majesty is speaking.

The Prime Minister has attempted to coerce and blackmail us,

even tarnish the Queen's good name,

all in an effort to steal and destroy the resources of Belavia.

I speak directly to Parliament when I ask you to vote down the measure before you.

This kingdom and its natural resources belong...

..to its own people

and any attempt to usurp them is a crime.

Denmark will help Belavia,

but not by taking...

by giving, by developing its greatest assets, its people,

its vast forests, and the unique wildlife they harbour.

Queen Paige and I will work tirelessly to promote the wonders of this country.

And so...

on this Christmas Eve...

I urge you to remember what is important to the Belavian people and to Denmark.

I urge you to vote with your heads...

and with your hearts.

Thank you, sir.

And now, Scott Alberson would like to say a few words. Scott?

Hi. Scott Alberson.

I wrote this book.

None of it is true.

Questions?

Thank you.

-Soren?

-Pardon me, Your Majesty, I didn't mean to interrupt your...

'relaxing holiday. I thought you should know'

that Parliament has voted.

It's a landslide. Belavia is safe.

Oh! Eddie!

-What?

-We did it.

-We did it?

-We won.

-We did it?

-We did it.

Hello?

-Yes?

-Yes, if I may, I wanted to say something poignant,

and here it is.

You did this, the two of you... and I'm very proud of you.

Thank you, Soren.

You're welcome.

Now...may I speak with the King, please?

Yes.

Hello, Soren?

Really?

Well, I will let her know.

Thank you, Soren.

Let me know what?

Nothing. Just got your Christmas present.

-Oh.

-A-hem!

So, uh, I'm going to take off.

I'm sorry. Really.

-OK.

-Scott, you did the right thing... eventually.

You're a good guy.

You just need to remember that.

Quite a girl you got there.

Yeah.

I know. Oh, by the way, I spoke to the governor of Wisconsin...

who spoke to your mother's bank.

You did? You did that?

They're going to help you work out a more reasonable payment plan.

-Everything's going to be fine.

-Thank you.

-Thank you. I'm, uh... I'm going to try and earn this.

-Good.

Thank you.

Come here.

SIREN WAILS

OK.

Merry Christmas.

-Look at you, Mr Romance.

-Well, this is Christmas Eve, and a particularly special one.

-What do you mean?

Your Christmas present.

I figured you'd need a new one...

..for your new job.

What?

Soren took a call from the chief resident at Copenhagen Hospital this afternoon.

I hear doctors have a very exhausting first year.

But do you think I should?

I could put it off... you know, focus on being a queen.

Is that what you want?

No.

I don't think there's only one way to be a queen.

This is my way.

Well, at least we had a relaxing break before you start work.

I had a wonderful time, a wonderful honeymoon.

Merry Christmas, Paige.

Merry Christmas, Eddie.

Shall we?

I think so.

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