All language subtitles for The Royals S03E08

Previously on The Royals...

I'm a journalist, Mr. Frost.

I'm working on a story about Her
Royal Highness Princess Eleanor

and the relationship she's
having with her bodyguard.

- James? Did he say where he was going?
- No, he didn't.

He simply asked for some time away.

His name is Brandon Boone,
24 years old, military.

- Prince Robert was killed.
- By you.

- There's no need for that.
- I think there is.

It's been established.

- Good morning, Your Majesty.
- Do you want to have sex?

Put 'em up, Sparrow!

Just trying to give them a good show.

You give them a good show.
I'll give them a good fight.

I think I've solved our bodyguard issue.

- Oh, have you now, Princess?
- Yes. Rosie.

I'm Sebastian. This is my number.

- If you want to hang out...
- It wouldn't be a date.

I've heard all about you, Mr. Parker.

The charming, fabulously
wealthy American investor.

I have cancer, and it
appears to be winning.

- Good fight, big brother.
- Did you think you'd actually beat me?

You want to find out?

(BIG BEN CHIMES)

♪ This is why I can't stop ♪

♪ This is why I can't stop ♪

Hey.

- Sparrow.
- Don't call me that.

- But I won't apologize either.
- For what?

Being the person I've
become since you left.

I will fight for you.

- (GRUNTS)
- Stay down, Sparrow.

Letting you go and being away from
you has been impossible for me.

But you have a future with me,

- unless you tell me to stop.
- I know it hurts.

(SHOUTS, BLOWS)

♪ This is why I can't stop ♪

♪ This is why I can't stop ♪

♪ This is why I can't stop ♪

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♪ This is why I can't stop ♪

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(LEON: LEON'S LULLABY PLAYING)

♪ You're for me the only one ♪

Hi! Damn it...

I'm not supposed to speak
unless you speak to me first.

Sorry. Right. (CLEARS THROAT)

- Sorry.
- Hi.

- You can speak now.
- Thanks! Hi.

Stop. Don't worry about it.

- Nice shoes.
- Yeah, I know.

I just thought heels are
completely impractical,

and my only flats are brown.

Just in case I'm on my feet all day
I should wear something practical,

but now I'm wearing them,

I feel like I coach a
women's basketball team.

- Right.
- Not that anything's wrong with that.

I totally suck at this.

Yeah, you do. You really do so far.

Though you've chosen
your footwear wisely,

you're a tad overdressed
for today's activity.

- Which is?
- Naked tiger run.

- Well, mostly naked.
- Not really naked, right?

Well, yes, people will be naked,

- as in completely naked.
- But not us, right?

- I assume Her Majesty hasn't yet called?
- No, sir.

Your Majesty?

- Enjoying the view?
- It's lovely.

Yeah, it certainly is.

Whose shirt is this?

Where did you get that?

- Prince Robert's?
- No. It's Liam's.

- You are such a slut.
- From before.

I spilt something on it.
I had to get it cleaned.

That's my move.

You spill something on his shirt,
so he has to take it off...

though I normally go for the trousers.

It wasn't a move. I was
just... being clumsy.

Clumsy and selfish.

- Two princes!
- Just one prince.

And one... oh, one stupid
girl holding her breath,

waiting for him to find his brother's
shirt, or find out about us.

You didn't know he was still alive.

I'm going to go and
return the shirt to Liam

and make him try it on, like Cinderella.

(GIGGLES)

Visualize a healthy, healed you.

Can you see this?

All I see is a low-rent shaman
with a bird on his head.

Healing your soul is the
key to curing your cancer.

How do we do that, heal my soul?

We will fill the four
corners of the spirit world

with four offerings,

the symbolic representation
of your heart's desire,

a crystal bathed in the
light of a full moon,

the blood of a powerful predator,

and £65,000, preferably in cash.

Kind of pricey for a holy man.

Secure your offerings and
we will heal your soul.

It will not be easy.

Don't count me out, birdman.

I am the secret weapon.

Heart's desire, full moon crystal,

- blood of a beast...
- And £65,000.

If you cure my cancer,

I'll pay you in puka
shells and patchouli oil,

you fine-feathered freak.

Wait here.

Nice place.

Good location. You're out
of milk, by the way.

- Do I at least get breakfast in bed?
- No.

Let's talk about Dubai.

I'm not ashamed of my past.

Oh, so you've told Brady all about it?

You need to go.

- Cute kid.
- Get out.

How old is he now, eight?

- I'm calling the police.
- And telling them what?

That you ran drugs for
a low-rent sheikh?

Or, in the grand scheme of things,

having drugs inside you
was more palatable

than having the sheikh inside you,
which is nothing to be ashamed of.

Are you enjoying yourself?

I was...

until you ambled into my path and
cost me everything I cared about.

So put your phone down

and for once in your
stubborn, reckless life,

shut your mouth and listen.

You're gonna bury the story
about the Princess and me,

and in return, I'm
gonna give you a story

that will provide the foundation of...

whatever it is you're trying to become.

What story?

Do we understand each other?

Good.

Hey.

Why would you help me?

Sometimes I wish I could just
go back and wipe my past.

Start over.

Well, if I can't have that
chance, maybe you can.

So take it.

Where's my security detail?

I feel stupid.

Well, it's not about you, is it?

You were the one who was
too afraid to strip off.

I wasn't afraid!

I was just... Where was I
supposed to put my gun?

Don't answer that.

Come on, then.

Sebastian! Hi.

- Wow.
- No flirting.

- Not a date.
- Fine.

But have you seen the
other Naked Tigers yet?

Let's just say there's plenty of food
and very little sun in their habitat.

- Oh.
- Speaking of...

(CLEARS THROAT)

I think my security should lead the way.

For protection, you know.

- Run along.
- Mm-hm, mm-hm.

For what it's worth, you
really rock those stripes.

A tiger is always in season, Sebastian.

Rarr!

How was Paris?

None of your business.

True, but it is your Lord
Chamberlain's business.

I was concerned. I thought...

- Well, as long as Your Majesty's okay.
- I'm fine.

Very well. I'll be just outside.

Just let me know if you need
a break, Your Highness.

I trained in special ops, so
this is nothing for me, OK?

Your Highness?

Oh, no.

No, no, no, no.

Tigers never leave their pack!

Hi.

You know, without the event, we're
basically an airbrushed spectacle.

I'm always a spectacle.

- Thanks for the T-shirt.
- You're welcome.

Don't ask where I was keeping
the money. Or my phone.

Ohh! (GIGGLES)

How are you doing with the break-up?

Comes and goes.

You know...

I just keep thinking to myself
how quickly everything changed,

how sudden it all was.

I know something happened. I
just don't know what it was.

So maybe it's something you can fix.

Maybe.

There's been so much drama between us,

I don't know... I guess
at a certain point

you have to ask yourself if
your worlds are better apart.

You know what might make it better?

- Yeah?
- Food.

This tiger's starving. Come on.

Okay.

There's your crystal, the blood...

and a representation
of my heart's desire.

Very nice.

This is gonna cost you
more than last time.

Which predator sacrificed this blood?

The most powerful predator of all,

- the King of England.
- Unacceptable.

- No refunds.
- Same. Good luck.

Not so fast.

Look, I tried to get hold of a tiger,

but apparently they don't exist anymore.

What about a fox? Cunning, sly, sneaky.

I suppose a fox would do.

Done. Whatever it takes
to beat this cancer

and keep my crown from...

Robert.

Hey.

I owe you an apology.

About the fight, the way I behaved.

It's adrenalin left over from the
ring. It's done and forgotten.

It's not just that.

When you were gone,

I finally found some
direction and meaning and...

It's been a struggle giving that up.

What, you want to be like me?

I can't blame you. I mean,
look at me. I'm amazing.

Liam, I get it. I truly do.

And let's talk about how we can make
things better for you when I get back.

Right now, I'm off to
see Kathryn. Come here.

You're my brother, and I love you.

I always will, no matter what.

Hm!

(LAUGHS)

Pardon the interruption, Your Majesty,

but your evening's schedule
has been arranged.

Oh, right. Cancel it.

Might I inquire why, Your Majesty?

You might not.

- Very well.
- Is there something you'd like to say?

With all due respect, Your
Majesty, most of my day

has been spent covering for you
regarding your appearance in Paris.

If I'm gonna lie for you, the
least you can do is loop me in.

No, the least I can do is employ you.

It's been a difficult
year, Mr. Hoenigsberg.

This morning, for the first
time in a long time,

I had a great day.

I won't apologize for it.

Selfishly, I thought perhaps

Her Majesty had experienced a
couple of good days with me.

I refuse to walk on eggshells in
my own palace, Mr. Hoenigsberg.

If you can't accept that,

you need to think long and hard
about your place in this monarchy.

Ma'am.

Oh my God, look how cute he is.

Leave it with me.

- So we can play with it?
- No, so I can kill it.

Its blood is gonna save my life.

No! No, no... Please don't hurt it!

(FOX YELPS)

(CYRUS YELLS, CLATTERING)

It bit me like it was
some kind of wild animal.

- Your Majesty...
- You'd better find it, Hill.

Hunt that monster down. It's a menace.

It's adorable.

- I-I'm sorry... what is it?
- A fox.

It attacked me while I was
minding my own business.

Probably has rabies.

- So where exactly is this fox now?
- How the hell would I know?

- It ran through my secret door.
- So there's a fox loose in the palace?

Oh, it's a little one. It's
a cute little baby one.

It's a vicious killer.

Very well.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Go away. Unless you're from the palace.

Um... I am.

Hi. Is Kathryn here?

No. Are you really from the palace?

Yes. I was just...

just, um...

Do you live here?

No, I'm just her sister Angie.

I do come here, eat her food,
steal her clothes and things.

Right. Um...

I handle social media for the family.

Um... I'll stop by another time.

Is Kathryn gonna be famous?
Make sure you mention me!

- Kathryn?
- (GASPS)

Oh my gosh! It's you!
I can't believe it!

- Can we have a picture, please?
- Um... okay.

Oh, my mates are gonna be so jealous!

We all loved that dress you
wore to the People's Gala.

What's he like, Prince Robert?

Is he as nice as he seems?

- He's okay.
- (GASPS)

Shall we have a picture together?

Okay. Smile.

One more for luck. There we go.

Thank you!

How are you doing? Nice to meet you.

- Hi.
- Hello.

- For two, please.
- I'm afraid we're booked up.

- Oh, I...
- Could you check again?

I see a nice table right over there.

That table is available,

simply not available
to the likes of you.

- Sorry? The "likes" of us?
- Let me just make a call.

You like it?

- Er... the truth?
- Mm-hm.

Not at all. I thought we
were meeting for tea.

We are. Come on.

What's happening?

There's been a change of ownership.

Did you just buy this restaurant?

Yes. We make an amazing beet
salad. You're gonna love it.

Ah. Clarence. I'm gonna
need your jacket.

Right away, sir.

- Chop chop.
- (LAUGHS)

- Not bad, for the likes of us.
- (LAUGHS)

The toughest table in
town. But I know a guy.

Once again, a spectacular view.

Trust me. If we're comparing
views, mine wins every time.

After you.

(BLIND PILOT: MOON AT DAWN PLAYING)

That was crazy today, wasn't it?

Those girls recognized me.

You'd better get used to that.

I don't know that I would.

Come on. Be honest. Part of
you enjoyed being recognized.

What are you thinking about?

The crown. Cyrus won't go easily.
The public were intrigued by Liam.

I don't know. Maybe I
should just walk away,

let the two of them fight over it.

And that would make you
happy? Or at least, happier?

Living here in solitude, away
from the scrutiny and noise,

raising a family and
growing old together.

I could do worse.

Could you do better?

Depends who I'm growing old with.

I've been thinking about
how you styled the gala.

It was really impressive.

Thank you. Like I said, it
was a welcome distraction.

You ever think about
making it more than that,

designing full-time?

I'm a princess, full-time.

Who says you can't do both?

So... apparently word may have leaked

about my purchase and our lunch.

- May have leaked? Did leak?
- Did leak.

Great... Well, at least
I'm dressed for it.

I think you look fabulous.

In the event that you do want
to cover that tiger pelt,

I made a call and had a
few things brought in.

(SNAPS FINGERS)

Clothes for dessert?
Delicious. You're good.

You are. You're great.

Black, black, black. Yes, yes.

I love this jacket!

I love this skirt. I love those boots.

Um... the boots are
mine. Don't be greedy.

I spent the day with
you pretty much naked,

and now I'm putting clothes on you.

Hey.

Hey, Boone. Still living
the good life, I see.

Yeah, but my luck might change.

You, on the other hand... you'll
still have that haircut, Frost.

Let's talk about that,
changing your luck.

What if I don't want to talk to you?

You will.

- You two know each other?
- Yeah. We're old friends.

- I can see that.
- This is Brandon Boone.

I understand you have a story for me.

No recorders.

And I'll feel more comfortable
knowing you aren't wearing a wire.

- I'm not wearing a wire.
- I'll be the judge of that.

Just for your information...

I knew you weren't wearing a wire.

- One of these days, Frost.
- Tell her your damn story.

The man who killed the
last King of England

hired me to kill the
next King of England.

And that's exactly what I did.

At least, I thought I did.

You're the one that crashed
Prince Robert's plane?

Yeah. That's right.

I hope you've got
enough ink in that pen.

- Your Majesty...
- You're resigning?

Regrettably, yes.

- No you're not.
- I can't do it, Helena.

This is the British
monarchy, Mr. Hoenigsberg.

The House of Henstridge is about
to endure the kind of turbulence

that hasn't been experienced since
the days of William and Mary.

And you want to resign
over a schoolboy crush?

Don't do that.

Don't diminish what this
is, what you mean to me.

At Christmas, you said you'd
accept any version of me.

Yeah, and I meant it, then.

Then mean it now, for God's
sake. I need you here.

- You have Jack.
- You're my friend.

I don't have many friends, Spencer.

As a matter of fact, I'm...
not sure I have any at all.

But for what it's worth, in a
very short amount of time,

you have become...

essential to me.

Important.

So stop being a pussy
and get back to work.

- Did you call me a pussy?
- Yes. I did.

That's exactly what you're being.

- Because I care about you?
- Just get back to work.

- I don't think I will now.
- You would if you care about me.

You see, that is what you do. You
twist things and push people away.

I don't push people away!

- Said the woman with no friends.
- Said the queen with no friends.

- Unbelievable.
- You're not resigning!

I know that.

♪ I want you ♪

♪ And I always will ♪

- You just getting back?
- Yeah. Kathryn says hi.

I really missed her. Seems like
she's missed me too, which is nice.

I'm sure she did.

Listen, I've been thinking
about what you said,

and I think I owe you an apology.

I hadn't really considered
what you'd gained,

and had to give up when I came home.

That wasn't very fair on you.

And it shouldn't be about
who was born first.

It should be about who would
make the best monarch...

for the family, and for the people.

And we both know that's not Cyrus.

But maybe it's not me, either.

Maybe it's you.

So what should we do?

Well, Mum was about to
prove your paternity,

- presumably to place you on the throne.
- That's right.

Then we should go and speak with her.

You should tell her exactly
how you're feeling,

and if she agrees with you,

if she truly believes
that this is your time,

then I'll support that.

I'll stand behind you.

- You could do that?
- For you?

Of course I could.

No matter what, okay?

Okay.

Right.

Let's go and find out who's going
to be the next King of England.

(SEAFRET: OCEANS PLAYING)

You were right.

- That's some tale.
- It's true.

It means nothing without proof.

I'll get you proof.

- How?
- Don't worry about it.

He wants to talk to you.

Ready to go?

What do you get out of this?

Silence. You tell your story,
she doesn't tell mine.

- And that matters to you?
- It matters to Eleanor. For Eleanor.

Yeah. Princess.

Tell her I said hello.

I'll find my own way out.

We all do things we regret,

you, me, all of us.

We're hardly sympathetic
characters in this production.

You do seem to be motivated
by something else.

Love.

Maybe there's hope for you yet.

What do you get out of this?

Redemption, maybe.

Besides,

there's something else you need to know.

(LAUGHTER)

Princess!

- Can I have a word?
- Yeah.

- Hi.
- Oh, no. Have you been crying?

No. (SNIFFS)

I told Miss Hozier it was a sort
of princess rite of passage.

Wait, your name's Rosie Hozier?

- Uh-uh.
- Actually, sneaking off was my idea.

I'm sorry. It wasn't fair to you.

- You two, you're a team.
- Yeah.

And you're a guest, so act accordingly.

Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.

- And no more crying.
- Yes! I don't know why I'm crying!

I guess because I let you
down and I suck at this job.

I need to be good at things.

If it were a battlefield, someone could
have died! I can't let that happen!

Hey, hey.

This is not a battlefield.
This is my home.

And it's your home now, too.

Come here, teammate.

Okay.

Tomorrow's a new day, in better shoes.

Yeah. Yeah.

Did you pose for this?

I did, yes.

- And all these people posed with you?
- Hm.

Ooh, that little guy in
the corner is creepy.

Yeah, everybody says that.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Apologies for the
interruption, Your Majesty.

I took the liberty of performing a
background search on your shaman.

His real name is Murray Mathis,

and for most of his life, he sold
orthopedic shoes in Lewisham.

- Why did you trust him anyway?
- Because I don't want to die.

I don't want to miss any of it.

Any of what?

Life.

My life.

If I lose, I'm going to kill myself.

What?

If I lose the crown,

if the Privy Council votes against me...

I'm gonna blow my goddamn brains out.

- Don't say that.
- It's true.

I've already decided.

I won't let the cancer take me.

The crown is all I have to live for.

(THE STRUMBELLAS: SHOVELS & DIRT PLAYING)

♪ Well, it ain't worth living
if you don't get hurt ♪

♪ I got a head full of darkness
and darkness is good ♪

♪ 'Cause if we all die young
then we don't get hurt ♪

Your Majesty, could we speak to you?

Is calling me Mummy
suddenly too informal?

For this, it may be.

Liam and I have been
talking. And well...

perhaps you should hear this from him.

I know I haven't always been
the son you needed me to be,

or... wanted me to be.

But when Robert left,
and Dad was killed,

I tried to become someone
you could believe in,

someone England could believe in.

And you did. You have.
#KingLiam bears that out.

You have been nothing
short of miraculous.

Why? What's going on?

Before Robert came back,

you were positioning me
to be the ruling monarch.

The people were excited
about it, and so was I.

I was ready, Mum.

I was ready to rule this
kingdom, and I still am.

When the Council meets,

I want you to put me
forward as the next king.

Not Cyrus... not Robert.

Me.

Robert will support it,
and so will the people.

I know it in my heart.

Will you support it as well, Mum?

Mum?

No.

This is Robert's time.

And no matter how we got here,

no matter what transpired along the way,

this has always been Robert's destiny.

When we face the Privy Council,
we need to be a family,

resolute and unified in
our support of Robert.

Liam...

I love you very much.

But this is Robert's time.

Do you understand that?

Yeah.

(DOOR SLAMS)

How could you put me in that position?

You mean, deferring to
you out of respect?

I mean deferring to me

out of some kind of
passive-aggressive cowardice!

You tell him you'll support him as
king, then make me the bad guy!

And I meant what I said.

If you'd have chosen Liam, I
would have supported him.

But we both know he's not ready.

And knowing that, you put it on me,

which absolves you of all of it.

I suppose it does.

And treacherous as that
seems, you said it yourself,

we need to be unified as a family

if we're going to take the
crown off Uncle Cyrus.

Liam needed to hear that.

But he didn't need to
hear it from his brother,

the person stood in his spotlight,

the person who he now has to support.

I respect your point.

Reluctantly, I agree with it.

But I don't respect your methods.

This was an ambush,

a manipulation, and I
won't be manipulated.

- Do you understand me?
- Yes, Mum.

Yes, Your Majesty.

Regardless of your methods, it's done.

It's time to focus on the task at hand.

Cyrus's reign is nearly over.

Long live King Robert.

Long live the Queen.

(MICHAEL KIWANUKA: I'LL
NEVER LOVE PLAYING)

♪ Leave me cold ♪

♪ Troubled song in the moonlight ♪

(SIGHS)

♪ Will be my bride ♪

Do you wanna talk about it?

- Not really.
- Okay.

(TEXT MESSAGE ALERT)

♪ I'll never need somebody ♪

Perfect.

Maybe that's what you need to see.

She's moving on, you can
move on and never look back.

You give some shit advice
sometimes, you know that?

"She's moving on"?

Eleanor had a date today.

- What, with who?
- Just some naked prince.

You tell me. That help you?

No, you're right. That was shit advice.
It just actually made it so much worse.

I had fun today. Thank you for buying
me the T-shirt and the clothes,

and the restaurant.

Ah, it was the least I could
do. It was a good day.

- Thanks for being naked for most of it.
- It's the least I could do.

So I... I guess this would be the part

where I would kiss you,
if this were a date.

- But it wasn't.
- Okay. That's fair.

But just so you know,
tigers mate for life.

- Do they now?
- No, I just made that up.

But this one does.

Sebastian, I meant what
I said at the gala.

I really just need a friend right now.

Then you have one.

Thanks for today.
Thanks for trusting me.

All the proof you need is on this drive.

It's confidential.

And most likely treasonous on your part.

If you get caught you'll go to prison.

- Is she worth it?
- She is.

I'll take a look, and
if the story's true,

I'll destroy the file on you
and the princess, deal?

Actually, there's someone I
wanted you to check out for me.

Sebastian Idrisi?

- A contender for the Princess's heart?
- Not if I can help it.

I want to make sure things are
in order with the Privy Council.

I'm the King of England,
and following the tribunal

I expect to remain the King of England.

Represent yourself well,
make a good accounting,

and you'll keep your crown.

God save the King.

God can suck it. You
save the King, Wescott,

and the King will save you.

(ERIK JONASSON: LIKE A FUNERAL PLAYING)

♪ And you said ♪

♪ You know, it's just like a funeral ♪

Hey.

Nice pic you posted of
Robert on his date.

(SIGHS)

- Just doing my job.
- Whatever.

Not whatever.

I told you I wouldn't take this
job if it got in the way of us,

because I was being a good friend,

- which is more than you've been lately.
- What's that supposed to mean?

It means you could have told
me about you and Kathryn.

- I couldn't tell you.
- You could have.

And you could have trusted
me. That's what friends do.

But instead you chose not to.
So either you don't trust me,

or you don't consider me a friend.

At that point, I'm just
an employee doing my job,

so don't give me any grief
about it when I do.

Willow...

I told you I wouldn't be the girl
waiting for you to show up, Liam.

And yet here I am,

waiting for you to show up.

- I can't do it. I won't.
- I never asked you to.

Fine.

Don't.

Have a good night...

Your Highness.

♪ And we started to kiss ♪

♪ For one last time ♪

♪ All my light ♪

♪ Turned to darkness ♪

♪ All my gold ♪

♪ Turned to sorrow ♪

♪ All I knew ♪

♪ Was a lie ♪

♪ All I need ♪

♪ Is just in front of me ♪

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