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[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Good morning, Natalie!

Finishing late or starting early?

-Starting early.

God, I had to think about that for a second.

I should have put these out last night,

the princess does yoga first thing on a Friday,

but then her lunch with Lady Franklin

got changed from Thursday.

So I thought today was tomorrow and then--

-Yeah, bored now.

-Oh.

MAN: Are you cold?

Well, you're shaking.

You're beautiful.

I love you.

I check your diary in the paper every morning.

This is where you'll be.

We've shaken hands sixteen times.

Did you know that?

We touched.

When [INAUDIBLE].

Not again.

Can I touch you again?

Now.

-Get up.

Ma'am, get up now!

-Ahh!

-Help!

Help!

[THEME MUSIC]

-Hi.

-If you need me start walking.

Have you heard?

-Yes, sir.

-In her bedroom.

Her bloody bedroom.

-I'm relieved the princess is unharmed.

-I mean if he got any closer-- can you imagine?

He might have touched her. -Awful, sir.

-Yeah.

Poor bastard.

Would've been frozen into a block of ice.

-He's back.

-Oh yeah.

-Sir, I do need--

-Imagine a 20-foot [INAUDIBLE] chiseling away with ice picks.

-Sir!

Last night, sir.

What I did was inexcusable, I don't know what came over me.

I think I was rather tired and emotional, but to have crossed

the line like that sir, to have--

-Kissed me?

-Kissed you.

Yes, sir.

Well obviously now my position is untenable.

I can't serve--

-What are you saying?

-I'm offering you my resignation, sir.

-No.

Don't be ridiculous.

-Sir, it's not negotiable.

-All right, stop.

Look, it's just a kiss.

It meant nothing to me.

It was, you know, just a weird out there a moment.

If I had any feelings for you which affected you serving me,

then you know what?

Fine, right, we can discuss it, but I look at you

and I just see a member of my staff.

-Thank you, sir.

-Right.

So that's it, yeah?

-Yeah.

-Good.

Yeah, and let's not discuss this again because it's-- well,

it's really weird.

You're a lousy kisser, by the way.

-Thank you, sir.

-Here we go.

-Sir?

RICH: Oh, I'm moving my sister from Clarence house

into the palace until she feels safe.

-Good morning.

-I can't believe it.

Rich. Rich, stop it!

-I can't!

-Honestly I'm fine, and this is linen.

GEORGE: Hello, Ellie.

Great to see you finally get a man into your bed.

Oh, and that moment of physical contact is called a kiss.

There's no need to call the police.

-Yes, and it makes a change from getting your PPOs to force

girls into your bed, doesn't it George?

-Nice one.

Are you all right?

-Oh, what are you talking about?

-Simon, look after her.

And make yourselves at home, stay as long as you want.

-We will.

-Well I think Alice is simply divine.

-A breath of fresh air.

-And she's gorgeous, isn't she?

OLD MAN: Even I'm rather smitten.

HER MAJESTY: So?

-Here it comes.

-Well it might not be the worst idea in the world

if you two were to be seen out together.

Regularly.

-You want me to pretend Alice is my girlfriend.

-You wouldn't have to pretend, sir.

The press can come to their own conclusions.

It would be nice to enjoy some good publicity for a change.

-Is Alice OK with this?

-She's thrilled to bits.

-If I go out with him then the press

are gonna think we're a couple.

-Alice, it's front page heaven.

It's 14 covers of a low magazine and you look good together.

Play it right, you could be set up for life.

-Play it right?

-Don't kiss and tell.

-I didn't know there would be any kissing.

-Well, I'm just an old romantic.

ALICE: And there was me thinking this was just the palace

desperately trying to improve the King's PR.

Is Richard OK with this?

-He's thrilled to bits.

-No, no, no.

You said you'd be happy.

Said it was all sorted.

-Who said what?

-Major Brooks.

He and the princess have moved into the palace

after the thing.

So he's hot desking.

Needs an office desperately.

-Hold on.

You're moving Simon into my office?

-He said you'd be thrilled.

Ta-dah!

-We have a problem.

I don't know what to do with all these flowers.

The public adore you more than ever.

-Oh.

I'm just their humble servant.

-There are calls to increase your personal security.

-I refuse.

Should play well.

-Well, I'll increase them anyway.

PRINCESS: Good, they bloody well should.

-I'll organize some interviews, show

everybody how brave you are.

-Yup.

-The heroic princess, single handedly

fought off the intruder.

-While my dresser was there.

-Well, sure.

You were the one who took the lead.

You saved her, yes?

-Well.

I mean yes, basically.

Yes.

What?

-Your Majesty?

-Eleanor.

-Mommy?

-Major Brooks.

You both seem very at home.

-Can I help you with anything?

-Oh no.

Just wanted to check in.

Let you know I'm here.

-Oh.

Now, tell me about the secret book.

-Well, I'm working on it, and now that I'm actually here

in the Palace I'll be able have a proper snoop.

I must say, all this has worked out rather well for us.

-I know.

Shame I can't have an intruder break in every week, isn't it?

Thank you, Simon.

-I heard you had him on the floor.

-I heard he was huge.

Was he huge?

-I can't remember, but pretty huge.

-I bet she gives you something.

-Something?

Nat's going to be dripping in diamonds.

-The princess won't--

-You saved her life.

-Look, there's an official statement coming out soon.

Until then, we're not really saying anything.

[SINGING]

-Ah, come on, Neil, when's the stag?

-[INAUDIBLE].

-Aha.

There is no stag.

It's just going to be a quiet wedding for me and Rob.

I haven't got time for all the fuss.

-Yeah.

Well the King's going to be dead jealous.

You having another fellow.

[LAUGHING]

[KNOCKING]

-Abi?

-Yeah?

That's right.

We're in Buckingham Palace, but he can't find a spare office.

-Well, Abigail, give me a moment.

-No, Iain, please.

Just carry on as if it wasn't here.

Really.

-Fine.

Abigail, bunk Princess Eleanor from the King James Memorial

Hospital, would you please?

-Yes, Iain.

Who's replacing her?

-Alice Templeton.

His Majesty's keen to be seen out with her.

They make a wonderful couple, don't you think?

-Yeah.

Wonderful.

-Well help her to settle and get her anything she needs.

I have a good feeling about them.

Nice to see, Simon.

-Iain.

[APPLAUSE]

-Right.

Right, what's next?

Hey, you looked great out there.

Really good. ABI: Sorry, sir.

We have to wait here from a moment.

Bit of a cock up.

-Abigail, not again.

-Yes.

Thank you, sir.

It's their mess.

The chairman was virtually suicidal on the phone.

He's rushing across as we speak. -So you've done nothing wrong?

-His name is David Fisk--

-Not the tiniest bit?

-And you met him at the expo award ceremony

in July last year.

-Yeah, yeah.

Come on, can't I just blame you, anyway?

-Well, sir, I do love to hear you mule.

-Mule?

-Yes, sir.

It means--

[KNOCKING]

-Royal Highness.

Just going to lay out the clothes

for your afternoon engagement.

The Stella McCartney launch, ma'am.

-I have a cold.

-Right.

-It's nothing.

Come on, Natalie, let's have a natter.

-Ma'am?

-Sit.

-Oh, please relax.

I thought we could just kick our shoes off.

-You'd like me to take me shoes off?

-No.

No, I don't mean that.

Um, how are you?

-Yeah.

OK.

You know.

-Yeah, it was quite an ordeal.

-Yeah, it was mad.

Are you OK, now, ma'am?

-No.

NATALIE: Well, you know at the time you were-- he was crazy,

I would have been the same.

Terrified.

-It-- I'm fine, thank you.

-Now, Natalie, Mister Bayfield visited me.

He thought the public would be so reassured if we said

we fought off the intruder between us.

-But we didn't.

You were too scared to move.

-Yes, yes, yes.

And you and I know that, but he wants it to be our secret.

So we would tell the world we worked as a team.

-A team.

You and I. What do you say?

-Yeah.

Yeah.

I like that.

You and me.

The A team.

Exactly.

The A team.

Very good.

-I was given flowers, five teddy bears, a bottle of perfume,

and a bra.

A bra.

-Hey, I bet you keep it.

-You keep it you little perv.

-It's Your Majesty, the perv, if you don't mind.

-What are you up to now?

-Uh, we've got the Archbishop of Canterbury, sir.

-Oh great.

-Well I could hang about.

NATALIE: Oh, he can go on for ages.

Can't he, sir?

-Is he here now?

-Yup.

On his way up.

RICH: Yeah, all right.

OK.

NATALIE: I'm sorry Ms. Templeton,

should I try and arrange another appointment with His Majesty?

-I'll call you.

-Yeah.

-Hey.

It was fun today.

-Well, I was great.

You?

Still as an old board.

-Cheeky cow, I'll see you later.

All right, wheel him in.

-Wheel him all the way, sir?

-Bye.

-Oh, hello.

-Your Royal Highness.

I hear you had quite a scare.

-Who said that?

-No, I-- it looked terrifying from what I read in the papers.

-Oh, well.

We all know how silly the comics can be.

I mean they think you and the King are an item.

-Yeah.

Crazy.

-Still, I'm sure you being frightfully useful

'til the next [INAUDIBLE] wonders into his life.

You don't mind, do you?

-Don't worry about me, Ellie, I'll be fine.

And I'm really looking forward to accompanying Rich

to the opening of that Memorial Hospital.

Take care of yourself, OK?

You look a little bit peaky.

-The dean of Westminster will take

the ampulla and spoon from the alter.

Interesting aside, Your Majesty, the ampulla

dates, in all probability, from the time of Henry the Fourth.

And we suspect that the ancient anointing spoon was made

for the coronation of King John, in 1199.

-Whereas now, you, you know, you buy stuff

and you're lucky if it'll lasts a couple of years, aren't you?

-The dean will pour some oil into the spoon,

and with it I shall anoint you and the form of the cross.

I shall start with the palms of your hands, I shall--

-Why?

-We begin with the hands--

-No, I mean why do all this?

-It is the demonstration of God's choice of you as King.

-Yeah.

That's the bit where it all gets a bit supernatural, isn't it?

-Forgive me, Your Majesty, supernatural?

-I'm just saying other countries separate state and religion,

and I sort of wonder whether the only separation we achieve

by this constant defecation of the role

is between me and the people.

-With respect, it is not coronation

that separates you from the people.

God did that.

-Neil?

Is it time to get ready?

Oh, Your Majesty, Your Grace.

No, sir, there's no rush.

Oh good.

How are the wedding plans going?

-Yes.

Very well, thank you sir.

-Uh, Neil's getting married this weekend.

-Congratulations, who's the lucky lady?

-Well, actually this is just a little--

I mean it's only really a small-- Not

even small, minuscule, I'd say.

-His name's Robert, it's a gay wedding.

It should be great, I am looking forward to it.

-Sir?

-Your Majesty?

-Well, Neil's practically family.

Well don't say now that I'm King,

I can't go to a gay wedding.

-Well, I do think--

-Fantastic.

It'll be great!

Won't it, Neil?

-Yes, sir.

The King coming to my wedding.

Unbelievable.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-I see commemorative mugs, matching tea times.

-Wedding dress by Alexander McQueen.

-Am I the only one just a little bit worried of wearing a hat

before the King actually show any interest

in this arranged marriage of yours?

-Abigail, the honorable Ms. Alice Templeton

is pulling us out of the mire.

Just enjoy it.

-Yeah.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Oh, Mr. Crunk, thank you for getting back to me so soon.

You're the man who prints the balloons, am I right?

Yeah, I need about 300.

Oh, certainly.

The name's are Rob and Neil.

Oh, sorry.

Here, I'll repeat that.

It's Rob and Neil.

-I told you, it's amazing.

It's like we know what each other's thinking.

We finish off each other's sentences, stuff like that.

-As if.

-Ruby, we're a team.

-Don't you ever do any work in here?

-When I get the chance.

-So how's your day?

-I'm living in a Wonderland.

How's yours?

-The Princes isn't firing at all cylinders today.

I did find out something interesting, though.

-Really?

-Our mole in the palace.

You know, the one writing the book?

It's not a Lady Clarke, and it's not a footman.

It's a higher up, so I've heard.

-What else have you heard?

-Oh, not much.

-But where did you hear it from?

-I've just got this little inside man.

I've got the name of the publisher, Whithouse Lang.

It shouldn't be too difficult to find the editor,

and now that I'm here in the palace, I'm going to get him.

What do you think?

-Yeah.

Course you will.

-It was like Charlie's Angels.

Us against him.

She's Cameron Diaz, I'm Drew Barrymore.

-They're doing the big statement right now.

NEW ANCHORMAN (ON TV): Prince says Eleanor awoke to find

the intruder, who has since been named as Thomas Armstrong

of no fixed abode, standing at the end of her bed.

There was a struggle, during which Princess Eleanor managed

to subdue Mr. Armstrong long enough

for her personal security to arrive and arrest him.

The Palace were keen to stress that Princess Eleanor was

shaken, but otherwise unharmed--

-That's not-- She didn't even mention me.

That's not what happened.

-You idiot.

NATALIE: It wasn't like that.

-So?

-Do you want a coffee?

They have all sorts--

-You rang in a panic.

Are you OK?

-They're onto me.

-The Palace?

-Yeah.

They know about the deal.

-You're fine.

-I don't feel fine.

I'm stopping.

I can't.

-What's this?

-A check for the advance.

I'm paying you back.

-Sweetie, forget about the money.

Tell me what's happened.

-When you came to me, things with very different.

I was angry with him, and I thought

that if I wrote the truth then I'd show them.

Teach them a lesson about the way they think,

stop them being so arrogant.

But now, he's King, he's-- I'll just

hurt him and I can't see the point.

-Well, I suppose the point is the taxpayer wants to know.

The ones that keep them in silk and linen.

-I don't think--

ANNE: And I suppose the other point is that I've

syndicated the rights across the world.

I've got TV spin offs, newspaper serializations, film offers.

So the point is that little old Anne wants the book,

and I'll sue you for every penny you ever earn for the rest

of your life if you try to back out.

Now.

You haven't actually sent me a single word yet,

and that's starting to piss me off.

So five thousand words, e-mail them over tonight.

You won't make me chase you all around The Palace tomorrow,

will you?

[APPLAUSE]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Hello, Darling, you heading out?

PRINCESS ELEANOR: Just going to raid the kitchen.

-And why aren't you having something sent up?

-I don't know.

Just fancy stretching my legs.

-Yes, you are a bit cooped up here, aren't you, Darling?

-No.

-I'm sure you'd be happy back at Clarence House.

Did you see Richard and Alice at the film premiere tonight?

What a couple they make.

-Hmm.

-Well I musn't keep you from your binges.

See you soon, Darling.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[RINGING]

[CLICK]

[KNOCKING]

-Hey.

How was the premiere?

-Fine.

-The film sucked.

-No, I loved the film.

-What?

-What does the King think of me?

-He thinks you're great.

ALICE: You talked to him about me?

-Hardly.

ALICE: Oh come on, you're mates.

I've seen you always laughing together.

-Well, I'm just a member of his staff.

-When we're in the middle of a crowd, and everyone's screaming

and he's laughing, he looks at me

as if I really am-- as if he really does--

Listen, can you arrange some time for me when there

isn't a bloody photographer there.

Give me a chance to, you know?

What?

-Nothing, I'll see what I can arrange.

-Because I was told you'd help.

-I will.

Of course.

-So what's the problem?

-Nothing.

ALICE: You think I'm not right for him.

-Sorry.

My mind was on other things.

-Yeah you do, you're look at me like--

-I'm really not.

ALICE: Yeah, you're looking at me

like I have to get through you to get to him.

What's that about?

-Ladies.

-OK.

So, we've got a visit to regent's part

in mass coming up, which obviously has

some religious and political sensitivities to it.

Alice.

Come on.

Alice!

-You can't help me with this.

-Of course I can, it's my job.

-No, there's something-- you know something,

or he's told you something about me.

-There's nothing. -Abigail!

I'm sorry.

I've got--

-Not now.

-She says--

-Lisa, please.

Take a message, will you?

-OK, look.

Tomorrow the King's valet is getting married.

There's a press embargo on the event,

so it is public but it's for the camera.

You can be his plus one.

-It's hardly alone, is it?

-You'll get to spend a whole afternoon with him.

I'll suggest to him that it'll be good for the gossip

columnists and you can spend time together

without him waving and smiling for everyone else.

How's that sound?

-OK.

Thanks.

-Great, Ann Featherstone from Whithouse Lang Publishers.

SIMON: Anything for me?

-Find your own Lady Clarke.

-You ready?

-OK, now.

They all think this limo's the coolest thing ever,

and that you're completely bloody delighted

so let's see the smile.

[LAUGHING]

[CHEERING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

RICH: If I ever get married, I'd like it to be just like this.

-Yeah, good luck with that.

-Yeah.

-So?

-There's a moment in the coronation service

when the-- it's the archbishop.

He anoints me with oil and he says,

"Be thou anointed, blessed and consecrated King,

over the peoples from The Lord, thy God,

have given thee to rule and govern."

Chosen by God?

Am I really that different?

-Well, you're not exactly normal.

-Yeah, thanks.

No, it's just-- it's just that God bit.

I mean really?

-Are you telling me that you don't believe in God?

-OK, why are you looking at me like that?

What, I can't have doubts?

What's wrong with that?

-You don't believe in God.

That's lying.

You're Supreme government to the Church of England.

Just--

-Yeah, OK.

It's a bit.

ALICE: Oh, is this where you've hidden him away?

ABIGAIL: Oh.

No, not hidden.

Just, we were--

-Are you enjoying it?

-Loving it.

-Yeah.

-Ms. Templeton, would you like a drink?

-Oh, no.

You go on.

Have some time with your mates.

NATALIE: All right.

When I get back there I'm gonna sort her out.

-Yeah, yeah.

Sure you are.

-I don't know why the statement said that.

The Princess thanked me, why would she do that?

-Maybe she thought you were upset because you

just stood there and watched her.

-Well, she was the one-- When I got in there, she was frozen!

-It's really cool you came.

-I feel like all I ever see of you these days is the back

of your very nicely toned jacket.

-Well they are very fine jackets, aren't they?

-I like the whole package.

-Yeah, it's all carefully put together.

Perfectly manufactured.

-Rich.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Sometimes you just stop pretending, you know?

Say what you think and screw the consequences!

-I thought you wanted me to stop pretending.

-I'm sorry to bother you, ma'am, but I

need to talk to you about that news report.

I mean, it said that you did it on your own

and now everybody's laughing at me.

And we agreed.

You said--

PRINCESS ELEANOR: Now he's dead.

Mr. Armstrong, the man that was at the end of my bed.

He killed himself in his cell.

-Bloody hell.

-He said he loved me.

I'm such a freak.

I work and I work to make it all look perfect

and then they come after me and they

cut their wrists to pieces.

Stupid word, Princess.

Because it makes people think you're a fairytale.

You're not.

I'm so exhausted, I can't do it anymore.

NATALIE: You know that we all love you.

-But I'll totally alone, and I'm a mess, and I want to be Queen,

and it would be 1,000 times worse if I was.

-He was just mad, and you don't have to be alone,

and you don't have to be perfect.

-I do.

Yes, I do.

ANNE: You must be a Major Brooks.

SIMON: Ah.

How did you guess?

-Well, you're in the background of all Princess

Eleanor's photos looking serious.

Pouting.

-I pout.

-What can I do for you?

-Well, Anne, I have this idea for a book.

Her Royal Highness looking sensational in the Palace

[INAUDIBLE].

Profits are going to one of her charitable trusts,

what do you think?

-We'd be delighted, but you've got the wrong girl.

I'm more words than pictures but I

can put you in touch with someone.

-Ah, it's just that, uh-- Abigail knows you.

Abigail Thomas?

The King's Assistant Private Secretary Levoy?

-I don't think-- what was the name again?

-It's, um-- it's Abigail Thomas.

You'd know her if you met her.

-Well, not me.

Never heard of her.

[RINGING]

-Hi.

You OK?

-Never better.

Lucy!

-Yup?

-I need to brief Ms. Templeton about an issue

with an oncologist in the NHS cuts,

can you drag her in please?

-Right away.

-What?

-Nothing.

Sorry.

I found out who the editor is, by the way.

Some woman called Anne Featherstone.

-Right.

-Do you know her?

-Me?

No, why?

SIMON: Well, you know.

You know everyone.

-Oh, yeah, I move and shake.

Lucy!

-You around tonight?

-Sorry, it's the hospital opening

and I really need to be here until he returns.

Lucy!

-Yeah.

Sure.

ABIGAIL: Lucy!

Sorry.

I've got to go.

-It's cool.

It's fine.

[RINGING]

NEWS ANCHORMAN: The real news, of course,

is not that His Majesty was at a film premiere last night,

but who he was with.

The honorable, Miss Alice Templeton,

has now been seen on His Majesty's arm

on two separate public engagements.

And I have heard--

-Have you seen the papers?

-Yes, ma'am.

Laughable.

I thought I might--

-Look at the papers.

They all think it's bloody hilarious

and I'm trying very, very hard to keep it all together

and you've just-- You're just-- What are you doing?

Why are you here?

What's your latest genius master plan, Major Brooks?

-Nothing, ma'am.

I'm very sorry to have disturbed you.

-My dresser, Natalie.

She won't do.

She gets the clothes so wrong.

Her own sense of style is non-existent.

She doesn't get me at all.

Get rid of her?

-Yes, ma'am.

ALICE: I'm running out of clothes.

-No problem.

Get a hobby next, go crazy and bring me the receipts

and I'll pass them on to the keeper of the privy purse.

-OK.

Thanks.

-Abi, how did you know that he didn't really like me?

-I didn't.

What's happened?

-What?

Hasn't he told you yet?

I thought you two would have been-- I don't understand.

I'm so right for him, I mean-- his mother thinks so, the press

thinks so, the public bloody love me, and he's just--

-He's impossible.

-Yes!

I mean, why is it that he can laugh, and flirt, and joke

and then-- [SNAP] Doesn't that kill you?

-He doesn't really do that stuff with me.

-Yes he does.

Oh.

Of course.

Of course.

Do you feel the same?

-You've lost me.

[KNOCKING]

RICH: Yeah?

-Your Majesty, the honorable Miss Alice Templeton.

-Hi.

-His Majesty won't be a minute.

NEIL: Every inch the King, sir.

Miss Templeton.

-What do you think?

-All the girls will scream.

-And all the boys are going to go wild over you.

You look stunning.

-Thank you.

-Uh, do you want beer?

-Uh, yeah.

OK.

-Saw the papers.

ALICE: Yeah.

-Neil was mortified.

Well, so am I. Bugger up his big day.

-Such silly nonsense.

-Yeah.

-But I did kiss you.

-Well, they're doing the conga downstairs.

I've never been so popular.

-I try my best.

-Well, you should kiss me more often.

Are you ready for tonight?

ALICE: Yeah, why not?

It's just a games, isn't it?

-Yeah, it's all a game.

ALICE: Are you enjoying it?

-Not much.

-Because, I mean, I can-- I can carry on if you want.

Unless it's too awkward for you--

-I like having you around--

-But you need someone else.

RICH: Oh, yeah, because these days I can just-- well, I can

just pop around the corner to the pub, go on a pull, shall I?

At least you-- You know, you know me.

You-- you get all this bollocks.

This charade.

Someone else, who in the hell would that be?

-I don't really fancy waiting around

to watch you work that one out.

-Yeah.

OK.

OK, look.

We'll do tonight and I'll, um, I'll do something insensitive

and you can be the heroic wronged fiance.

-Rich, I'm not coming tonight.

You can make up whatever story you want.

-Allie.

-I just-- I don't even know why you're bothering

with stories when it's so obvious.

-What is?

-You idiot.

It's Abi.

[KNOCKING]

-Hello!

You [INAUDIBLE]?

-I'm a late replacement for Fatty Templeton.

-She blew it?

ELEANOR: She get fed up with it all.

She walked out.

-Well good for her.

You know, who needs it?

-Don't you have a--

-What?

-Well don't you have a--

-Want to be King?

Me?

Look at Rich.

I absolutely don't want a piece of that.

-But if you had to?

If he died?

-Well then, my Darling sister, it's all yours.

I know my limits.

I'll see you!

-My Daddy will be pleased at least, you and I.

He'd like that.

-Two losers who can't find a date.

-Yeah.

-You'll find someone.

You will.

You'll find someone who cares about you

as you really need them to.

-Stop the car, I'm getting out.

Ellie, I'm sorry, can you do it without me?

I'm just-- be radiant for me, will you?

-What?

What are you doing?

-Get me back to the Palace.

[CLICK]

[JINGLING]

NEWS ANCHORMAN: And we just heard that His Majesty will be

able to attend tonight's opening due to a sudden illness.

His sister, Princess Eleanor, will be replacing him.

Here comes her car now.

[CHEERING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[CLICK]

-You kissed me.

-I'm sorry, I thought we talked about this and you--

-Yeah, because if you felt something,

and I felt something back, it would be a lot of trouble.

-Yes, sir.

-Because a King and a member of his household, you know,

it's not allowed.

-Yes, sir, and I--

-And it breaks all the rules that this family has carefully

set up over 1,000 years, and we only stay here, up here

above you lot, because it doesn't allow such things.

You never, never risk damaging the fantasy.

We're untouchable.

I mean we can't show the we're normal, human.

It destroys the myth, you see.

Chosen by God.

A King and his APS is laughable, and I'm not--

they won't-- they won't let me be normal.

It's how we're bred.

I'm right, yeah?

It's impossible.

-Yes, sir.

It's impossible.

-Right.

Right then.

OK.

Right.

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]