All language subtitles for A Royal Corgi Christmas 2022

- Stay in the car.

Look, I know you may
not want to be here,

but if you want to be royalty,
you have to act the part.

- Edmond?

- Look at you, little
sister, every inch,

a handsome princess.

- Well, someone in this
family has to act the part.

Look at this tan.

Let me guess, Allie's
chalet in Cortina.

- Javier's penthouse in Dubai,

with a short layover in Soho.

You know, holiday shopping.

- Wise to come bearing gifts.

How many Christmases
have you missed now?

- Who's counting?

Of course, my ma.

Well, why isn't she
here to greet me?

- She's ready for the
luncheon, as should you be,

and I wrote this
little yuletide address

in case she calls you up.

- I don't need a speech writer.

- The queen would
argue otherwise.

You know how she
feels about surprises.

- I also know how she
feels about gifts.

She likes them.

- Edmond, no!

She has two already.

Is he even trained?

- No, which is why we hired
that new corgi wrangler, right?

- We hired Carrington
two years ago.

- Good. He'll know
what to do then.

- You are incorrigible.

Why even come?

- Because Mum called,

talking about how the future
king should something or other,

and I needed to get off
the phone, so I said yes.

- Glad to know you
want to be here.

- I want to be

at an Appalachian ski
hill in Davos right now,

but here is where I am, so
don't be so judgemental.

- Welcome back to the "Gwen's
Greatest Gifts" episode.

I'm here with show-favorite
Cecily Bowman,

known for her amazing YouTube
series all about dog training,

and her new book,

and her ability to work
Christmas miracles,

because, just before the break,

she taught my dog
Milo how to fetch.

Milo, Milo, hey!

Good boy. Good boy.

- I know all my Gwen heads
out there are asking,

"Where is Churro?"

Milo needs a play date.

I'm sorry. Is Churro
no longer with us?

- Oh, no, no, he is.

He's just not with me anymore.

- Okay, okay, you know,
let's shift gears, vroom.

So, I hear that you're using
the proceeds from the book

to start a charity.

- Yeah.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, I am.

So the charity is
called Rover Rehab.

- Okay, well, back
up just a second.

I'm picturing a
halfway house for dogs.

- Okay, you're actually
not that far off.

So the charity will help
dogs with behavioral issues

get used to walking
freely with other dogs,

relieve food aggression,

and be kind to all the
visitors that are popping in.

- Even the mailman?

- Well, I'm trying to
get dogs adopted, Gwen.

I'm not trying to change
the world here. Come on.

- Up next, we have

the perfect Christmas
gift for your in-laws,

a candle that filters
out telemarketers' calls,

which is absolutely
something I could use.

How was I?

- You were great, yeah.

- Cec, you were amazing.

You should have seen
the look on Gwen's face.

She loved when you
mentioned Rover Rehab.

- Okay, then why do you
think she didn't agree

to be on the board of directors,

or, I don't know, at
least make a donation?

- Her people said it would
be a conflict of interest

with her other
philanthropic endeavors.

- Gosh, I just really thought
this was my chance, you know?

- Yeah, so we'll find
the money someplace else.

I mean, there are other
multi-hyphenate-billionaire
moguls.

- Okay, well, what
are the chances

I'm gonna meet anyone
like that again?

- Unlikely, but not zero.

Now come on. I think
someone could use a latte.

- Yeah.

- I'll get you one too.

- Okay.

- You
must be Carrington.

- It's an honor to have you
in my kennel, Your Highness.

- Please, call me Edmond, and
there's no need for all that.

- And who is this
adorable creature?

- Mistletoe.

I thought Mother could use
some new blood around here.

- Is he

a rescue, sir?

- Well, I saved him

from being a prize in a
card game, so kind of.

Also, he has a
terrible poker face.

I thought he could
meet his new friends.

Where are Juniper and Holly?

- At the groomers, I'm afraid.

- Great, so you can
can get started now.

- Started, sir?

- Yes, with the training.

Clean him up and discourage
the leash biting.

Make him presentable

to present to the
queen at the banquet.

- You want me to train him, sir?

- You're a corgi
trainer. He's a corgi.

- I'm a royal
corgi handler, sir,

corgis with bloodlines dating
back as far as your own.

There's a whole binder on
lineage if you'd like to see.

- Am I to understand

you won't train him
because he's not a royal?

- There's also his age, sir.

At a year old, a
dog is untrainable,

at least to royal standards.

- Edmond, there you are!

Seriously? You're
not even dressed!

We're late.

- Then I shan't keep you.

Is there anything else you
need on your visit, sir?

- Don't be so sure it's a visit.

Come on, Mistletoe.

- Last year, the Christmas Ball

raised more money than
any year previous.

I want to thank you

and drive excitement
for this year's ball

by awarding our top donors
the St. Nicholas Medal.

On behalf of the
Kingdom of Comfrey,

thank you for your service.

- Edmond never showed
the slightest interest
in being king.

Do you think Mother
finally got to him?

- Could be.

I doubt he got sick of
traipsing all over the world,

juggling women like swords.

- Those women are more
dangerous than swords.

They're just after
his money and title.

- Oh, don't feel
sorry for him, Vic.

You should be annoyed.

You've been carrying
his water for years.

- I rather like it.

Charitable events and speeches,

refining the royal
protocol binders.

- Your blinders are magnificent.

- You said that
on our first date.

- You said that your family
shouldn't find out about us.

- It's just protocol, Alec.

You know the queen is
a stickler for rules.

- I do,

and, as always, I
defer to you, my lady.

- Oh,
lovely to see you.

Oh, thank you so much.

You are most welcome.

Oh, hello.

- How does she do it?

Remembering names, enduring
day-long ceremonies,

staying after the press.

- You don't have to do
it, you know, Edmond.

You saw the corgi binder
I sent up to your room?

- I scanned it. It's
very well typed.

- You scanned it?

- Oh, do help
yourself to some refreshments.

Yes, we have some
delicious mince pies

and turkey and what not.

Please, help yourself.

- Excuse me. I beg your pardon.

Excuse me. Sorry.

- Why do I even try?

- I beg your pardon. Excuse me.

- Is
everything all right?

- Oh, Mistletoe,
just, just, just stay.

- This isn't one of mine.
Can somebody collect him?

- Will you just...

Just, Mistletoe, just...

Oh, no.

- Whose dog is this?

- Yours. Mine.

Ours.

Merry Christmas.

- A royal corgi
drawing a buffet?

- The royal family of Comfrey.

The crown prince got
the queen this corgi,

and, well, the media
has been wondering

if this playboy prince
is fit to rule for ages.

Now it's official. He isn't.

- Okay, how do you
know all this stuff?

- Royal watching.

It's an all-encompassing hobby,

but full of teachable moments

that show us we're all the same.

- Okay, well, if
we're all the same,

then where is my tiara?

- Who needs a tiara when
you've got royal drama?

Take Queen Portia,

one of the biggest
philanthropists in Europe

and a media darling.

She just got humiliated

by a Christmas gift that
she can't give back.

Wait, no, she can't.

Okay, that corgi is
gonna need a trainer.

Jacob, this could be it.

- What do you mean by it?

- This could be the thing

that gets Rover
Rehab off the ground.

- I'll make a few calls.

- Okay.

- How many views
are we up to now?

- Over five million, ma'am.

They're calling it Puppygate.

- Mother, words can
not express how-

- No, they can't, Edmond.

Tell me, what would you do if
you spent the last 30 years

working to make Comfrey a
premier Christmas destination,

only to have your son
dismantle it in 30 seconds?

- Mum, I'm sorry.

- Sorry won't fix this, Edmond.

Who was planning to
announce your ascension?

- Mum, I didn't know.

I mean, it's one puppy
video. That's all.

- Yes, Edmond, that is all.

Aside from all your
tabloid exploits,

those are the only things
your subjects know you for.

You need to take this seriously.

When I invited you
home for Christmas, I-

- I think invited is generous.

You literally sent
the royal guard.

- Somewhere in there, you have
all the qualities of a king,

kindness, passion,
and diligence,

but I can not step down
until I see you use them.

- She's right, you know.

My subjects hardly know me,

and now they must
think I'm a fool.

- In all fairness, sir,

your mother is surprised
you still care.

- Of course I care.

I mean, Mum cares,

and if it's important to her,
then it's important to me.

- Agreed, sir.

- Wait, her speech at the
Christmas Ball with the corgis,

it's always televised.

What if I got Mistletoe
up to snuff by then?

- If I may, sir, that
feels like a fool's errand.

It may behoove you
to use this Christmas

to get to know us again.

Your subjects, your
country, your family.

- That's a big ask if I'm
already training Mistletoe.

- Are you really using
your time wisely, sir?

- You're right. I should
hire a private trainer.

Good thinking, Hobbs.

- No, that's not
what I mean. My Lord!

It may prove difficult

to find a trainer at such
short notice over Christmas,

with a high likelihood
of public failure.

- Who would want to do that?

- Well, I don't want to
encourage your expectations,

but apparently someone named
Cecily Bowman wants to.

- Huh, great.

See, Hobbs? Nothing
to worry about.

- Thank you.

- You packed heels, right?

- Wedges.

- Riding boots?

- Doc Martens.

- Ball gown?

- A ball gown? Okay, Jacob,
I'm going there to train a dog.

I don't think I need to
get all "Downton Abbey."

- Cec, if you want royal
backing for Rover Rehab,

you're gonna have to blend in
and become part of the family.

If they trim the tree,
you whip out the tinsel.

If they're pouring cocoa-

- I will get the marshmallows.

Come on, Jacob.

I did grow up in a family, so
I do know how to Christmas.

- Not like this, you
don't, but never fear.

I took a deep dive into
the Isle of Comfrey

and put this together.

Christmas customs,
history, corgi lineage,

and intel on the Royals.

The best section is all about

Comfrey's infamous
playboy prince,

who he dated, how
much he's worth,

what he likes, and his hobbies.

- Okay, Jacob, just going
there to train a dog.

- But you will
need to be seen as

more than just a dog trainer.

Also an entrepreneur,
an entrepreneur they
should invest in.

- Okay, when did you even
have time to, you know what?

I don't need to know, and,
actually, my car is here.

- I'm so jealous. Sorry.

Go. Just go, go, go.

- I'll call you tomorrow, Jacob.

Thank you.

- Ms. Bowman, welcome
to Christmas Castle.

I'm Mr. Hobbs, the
royal press secretary.

- Hi. I thought it
was Comfrey Castle.

- Well, shortly
after it was built,

a festive group of pilgrims
were stranded one December

en route to the Holy Land.

The royal family took them in,

and the merry-making
that Christmas

gave the castle its nickname.

- Oh.

- I think I hear your client.

Ahem, Your Highness?

- Just a moment.

13-year unbeaten
streak still intact.

- Your Highness,
allow me to introduce

Ms. Cecily Bowman.

Ms. Bowman, Prince
Edmond of Comfrey.

- Cecily, Your Highness.

- Please, call me Edmond.

I'm glad you saw me win.

- So am I.

Hi. You must be Mistletoe, huh?

- Will he ever stop barking?

- Oh, he's concerned.

He just saw you in a
sword fight. Come here.

Where is his crate at?

- Crate? That's a bit
barbaric, isn't it?

- Fairly common these days, sir.

- All right, so no
crate, I take it.

Okay, what about his bed?

- What's wrong with the carpet?

- Well, see, dogs
need an enclosed space

with walls surrounding
it to feel safe,

yo know, like a
crate or a large bed,

to keep them safe
from predators.

- Predators? What kind of
castle does she think this is?

- I don't think
she's being literal, sir.

- Great, well, now
that you two have met,

thoughts, comments, concerns?

Smashing.

The Christmas Ball
is in two weeks,

so let's check in, say, midweek.

I'll leave you to it then.

- No, sorry, there's
actually no leaving me to it.

It's your dog, so you kind
of have to be involved.

Did he read the contract?

- He's more of a scanner.

- Of course he is.

- I trust the accommodations
are acceptable.

- I mean, I was a little
nervous after that dungeon tour,

but, yeah, this'll do.

- If there's anything
else, do let us know.

- Oh, hi, Mistletoe.

Oh.

Is he staying with me?

- We thought it
might help you bond.

Also, he's "canis non
grata" in the kennel.

The corgi wrangler says
he's a bit of a bad apple.

- Hm.

Okay, well, that wrangler sounds
like a bit of a bad apple.

Hello, buddy.

- I'm here to help
if you need a break,

but please do keep
an eye on him.

He has a bit of a sweet
tooth for regency furniture,

and he often confuses
renaissance rugs
for fire hydrants.

- Okay.

- Where do you
think you're going?

Okay. Okay, Mistletoe.

Hey, come here!

Come here! Come here!

Come here. Come here.

Mistletoe, come. Okay.

No.

No, that pile of quilts over
over there, that is your bed.

No. Go lay down.

Go lay down.

Hey, for the record, I don't
think you're such a bad apple.

Hi.

Hi. You must be
the corgi wrangler.

The corgis kinda gave it away.

- And you are?

- Oh, sorry. I'm Cecily Bowman.

I'm actually the-

- Ah, the YouTube dog trainer.

Alec Carrington.

- Super nice to meet you.

You know, while I have you here,

I was thinking maybe we could
arrange a little play date

for Mistletoe and
Jupiter and Holly.

- Uh-huh, Juniper and Holly,

and thank you for not
touching the royal corgis.

- So I heard that you're not
the biggest fan of Mistletoe,

but I'm just curious.

Why exactly won't you train him?

- The official reason, advanced
age and lack of pedigree.

- Okay, and the
unofficial reason?

- Dogs need a
consistent presence.

You'll find the prince,

while many wonderful
things, is not that.

- Someone's used to being the
only trainer in the castle.

- Seriously.

Sorry. I'm Cecily Bowman.

Your Majesty.

- Highness, but Victoria works.

- I've never met
a princess before.

- I've never met a
celebrity dog trainer,

so I guess we're even.

You can stop bowing.

- Okay. Are you the one
that arranged all of that?

'Cause it's really,
really lovely.

- Thank you for noticing.
Perhaps others will too.

Mother, this is Cecily.

She's the dog trainer
that Edmond hired.

- Your Majesty.

- What is she doing?

- I believe that's a
curtsy. She's trying.

- Oh, no need for that, dear.

We're all just glad
you could attend.

- Victoria, do you
know why I can't-

- Oh!

- Oh, Ms. Bowman, I didn't
know you were coming.

- Yeah, Hobbs took
Mistletoe and said that

I should get a taste of
a real Comfrey Christmas.

- What are your thoughts so far?

- Well, judging from today,

I'd say I'm in for a
very special holiday.

- Absolutely.

There is nothing quite like
a Christmas in Comfrey.

That's a thing people say. I
haven't been back for years.

You know, Mistletoe really
does need a lot of attention.

You may want to get some rest.

- Oh, with him as a roommate,

I don't think
that's gonna happen.

- Oh, Edmond, you didn't.

- Oh, no, no, it's fine.

It's okay. I like him.

Actually, I already
taught him to heel,

so I'm hoping that,
maybe by tomorrow,

we can work on sit and
possibly roll over.

- No stay?

- You know, surprisingly,

stay is the hardest
thing to teach someone.

- Well, I do hope you
enjoy your stay with us.

- You seriously taught
Mistletoe how to heel?

- Yeah, yeah, I'm
excited to teach you.

- That's okay. I won't
be needing to learn that.

- Your Highness, I
don't train dogs.

I train people to
train their dogs.

- Oh, I didn't
agree to be trained.

- Yes, you did.

I'm gonna need you to
re-read that contract,

'cause I base my success
on my client's success,

which is both dogs
and, well, humans.

- Your point, Ms. Bowman?

- Well, either you agree
to go to all the sessions

or I'm on the next flight home.

- You said sessions,
as in plural?

- Yep, because you are
required to be at all of them.

Well, per your suggestion, I
think I'm gonna get some rest.

We have a very early
start tomorrow, so.

Oh.

Yeah, I'm just not gonna
do that anymore. Okay.

Well, someone put
Edmond in his place.

- So,
where do we begin?

- From the very beginning.

So we're gonna start
with owner focus.

What you're gonna do
when you enter a space is

you're gonna block his view
with your body, lock eyes,

and get a hundred
percent of his attention.

Good boy. Good boy.

- Why would I do that?

- So that he knows that
you are his person.

- Well, can't I just give
him a treat or something?

- I mean, yeah, you could,
but then you'd be the prince

that walks around with a bunch
of dog treats all the time.

- Sorry, what were you on about?

- Dog training,
because, clearly, you
need to learn how to.

So, shall we continue?

Go ahead.

Your turn. Give it a try.

Get him.

- Mistletoe?

- All right, so I presume
you know how to fetch.

- No, but I know how to throw.

Isn't fetch his job?

Mistletoe, get the Frisbee.

Okay, Mistletoe, come back.

Mistletoe, come back.

Mistletoe!

Mistletoe!

Where's the Frisbee?

- Well, first, you
told him to go get it,

and then you told
him to come back.

So, technically,
that's two commands.

- Well, he forgot one.

- Okay, so focus on
the one that he didn't.

- You know, I need a trained
corgi by the Christmas Ball.

- You can't think
of it like that.

No, you gotta think of it like

you are bonding with
a creature that thinks

that you are the most
important person in the world.

- Okay, well, I could see
why he would think that.

- And he will too once you start
addressing his basic needs.

Oh, hey, it looks like

you have the chance to
address one right now.

- You're enjoying
this, aren't you?

- No.

No, uh-uh. I'm just
gonna go get some water.

- What?

- Come.

Come.

Stand.

Stay.

- Why didn't you respond to
the tree trimming emoji I sent?

- Because I'm not going.

- Why not?

It's a Christmas gathering.
We should be together.

- Showing up together would be

a distinct statement
we are a couple.

- Are we not?

Oh, Alec, you're not still
afraid Mother won't approve?

- Not afraid,

though she did
think Lord Dalrimple

was too low-born for you.

- Darling, Lord
Dalrimple was 11.

- He was rude.

I do want to be with you,

just without all the whingeing.

What if your brother-

- He's never had an opinion
on anyone I've dated before.

- He's never been around long
enough to form an opinion,

and if he becomes king-

- He only came home
because Mother guilted him.

- But if he becomes king,
the power changes everything.

There's only one ruler
who would approve of us,

and I'm looking right at her.

Juniper and Holly rest
soundly, my queen.

Shall there be anything else?

- No, thank you,
Carrington. That'll be all.

- Did I ever tell you about
my 24th birthday in Crete?

- No. Was it wild?

- Dunno, I don't remember.

- Mistletoe, come on.

- Edmond!

- Oh, and he's brought the dog.

- Glad to see you're taking

this dog training thing
seriously, brother.

Cecily, I'm so glad
you could come.

- Well, thank you for having us.

- Come now. We have plenty of
ornaments to hang on the tree.

- Why is Father's
favorite heirloom here?

- Oh, that shouldn't be here.

Oh, that's a carving of St.
Nicholas in the 16th century.

- AKA Santa.

- Let me see it.

Okay, he is so skinny. Come on.

- It's like Edmond

when he was in his school play
of "The Billy Goats Gruff."

- I was nine. Can we not?

- I didn't know that
you were an actor.

I am very impressed right now.

- Oh, okay. Enough about me.

We all know why I'm
here. I'm a prince.

Yeah, let's talk about you.

Tell us, why are you here?

- Okay, well, I walked
dogs to pay for college,

and then I used what I learn
in psych class on the dogs,

and then, after I graduated,

I started making videos while
I was working at a shelter,

and they took off,
and now I'm here.

- Must be nice choosing
your own path like that.

- As opposed to having it
laid out for you like us?

- I didn't say that, but
I suppose it was implied.

- It wouldn't be Christmas
without these two.

Oh, Hobbes. What a
pleasant surprise.

- Forgive me for
interrupting, ma'am,

but I have a bit of
a fire to put out.

Euro TV want to broadcast

your Christmas
address at the ball.

- How lovely. Think of all
the tourism it'll bring in.

- And how nice it will be

to show your elegance
to the continent.

Unfortunately, Euro TV have
seen the Mistletoe video

and they wish to have
Mistletoe in attendance.

- Well, Edmond will just have
to have him trained by then.

- I will make it
so, Your Majesty.

- What would I do
without you, Hobbs?

- Is there anything else, ma'am?

- No.

No, I don't think so.

- Oh, okay. Just act normal.

Otherwise, he's gonna think that

we're playing a game right now.

- Mistletoe, this
is unacceptable!

- No, Mistletoe. Mistletoe.

Drop it.

- Oh!

- Your Majesty, I
am so, so sorry.

Did you have to go after
the 16th century heirloom?

We really blew it, huh?

Come in.

- Ah.

This just arrived.

Edmond ordered it for Mistletoe,

so I thought I'd drop it off.

- Not exactly sure
that Mistletoe deserves
a gift right now.

- Oh, sure he does.

It is the season of
giving, after all.

- Hey, Hobbs.

I've just been wondering,
the other corgis,

who do they belong to?

- They're family dogs. No one
royal claims to be the master.

- Well, I mean, I'm sure that
that's the official policy,

but, come on, we both know that

dogs have their person, right?

- Well, I like to think
Juniper's fond of me,

but then I'm the fun
one in the castle.

Victoria feeds the fish, so
I suppose they favor her,

but Holly is the queen's,

the last gift the
king ever gave her.

- Oh.

I guess now I understand
why Edmond thought that

Mistletoe would be the
perfect gift for his mom.

Trying to follow in his
father's footsteps, huh?

- Yes.

The prince is more sentimental
than the tabloids lead on.

Good night, milady.

- Hobbs, if one wanted
to find the prince,

where might he be?

Hey, can I come join you?

- Of course.

This is the spot to
be when humiliated.

I'd come here when I
thought mother was angry.

It's my kind of
fortress of solitude.

- Oh, wow.

Hey, look at all these books.

Okay, now this is
10-year-old Cecily's heaven.

I was really cool
when I was a kid.

I read a book a week.

- Did you have a favorite?

- Oh, yeah. "Charlotte's Web."

- I think I have that one.

- Yeah?

- Not that I'd be
able to find it.

I've hardly been
in here for years.

- Oh, no, just to place the old
championship fencing trophy,

or a first place
medal, I assume.

- Well, once my
trophy room was full,

I had to put them somewhere.

- Hey, I'm really sorry

that I let Mistletoe
out of my sight.

- Please, please,
don't blame yourself.

I'm the one that brought
Mistletoe. Please, sit down.

- Well, that is true.

Sorry.

- I thought it'd
be a lovely gift.

Something my father would
do, a kingly gesture.

- It must be hard to live
up to a legend like that.

- Is it? I could have
sworn I was doing great.

- It was really nice of Hobbs

to offer to watch
Mistletoe for me tonight.

- Indeed. Hobbs is
truly one of a kind.

He's been there for us
through thick and thin,

especially since my father died.

- Geez, that must have
been really tough.

- No, I was 13.

It didn't shatter me at all.

It got me out of maths
for a week though,

so it wasn't all bad.

- Well, I'm glad that
you handle it so well.

- We really shouldn't
be laughing about this.

Your parents?

- No, my mom, she
passed four years ago.

- I'm so sorry, and your father?

- He met someone, took
her on a Christmas cruise,

and I didn't really wanna

crash their first
vacation together.

- Look at us, both with
absentee fathers at Christmas,

for different reasons, mind you.

I'll never be the
king my father was.

- Maybe not, but
you'll still be king.

- Hurray, the least
qualified monarch ever.

Thankfully for me,

Mistletoe may have taken
me out of the running.

- Oh, well, I mean, it
does kind of sound like

that would all be forgiven if
you got to know your subjects.

Wait, how did the queen put it?

You find your event.

- Do you have an idea for one?

- No, no, no, no,

but I could help you
brainstorm if you want.

- It feels like you
already have an idea.

- Okay, okay.

Do you remember when I told
you that I started a charity?

Well, it's called
Rover Rehab, and we-

- Sorry, what? It's
called Rover Rehab?

- Yeah, okay, yes, I have
heard all of the jokes before,

but we socialize and
we train adult dogs

to, you know, help
them get adopted.

- Hm.

Do you have any openings
for an excitable dog

that can't stay out of the news?

- Are you applying?

- Very funny.

Speaking of socializing,

I have an event I
must attend tomorrow,

so maybe you and
Mistletoe could come.

- I thought Prince Edmond
didn't attend events.

- Oh, he doesn't.

- No?

- But it might be
fun if we all go.

- Yeah, I mean,
we could use it as

our training for tomorrow.

- Yes, training.

Great.

All right.

Good night.

- Good night.

- Oh, "We take to the
breeze, we go as we please."

"Charlotte's Web."

- Nice.

- You might have some
luck in the corner there.

If not, there's a first
edition of "A Christmas Carol"

you might enjoy.

- Okay.

- Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas.

- Can you make him stop?

- He's protecting
you. It's a good sign.

- Hi there.

Please. Merry Christmas.

- Oh, that was a
really good correction.

- Thank you.

- Looks like you might have
a trained dog on your hands.

- I don't think we should
get ahead of ourselves yet.

- Yeah, probably not.

Good boy.

- Hi there. Merry Christmas.

I see you're a Mistletoe fan.

- Thank you.

- Of course.

- Okay, if your goal

was to have more exposure
for Comfrey, then I would say

mission accomplished.

- Maybe Mistletoe
should be king.

- Or you could use his notoriety
to kind of help you out.

- Mum, it's Mistletoe!

- What's your name?

- Peter.

- I'm Edmond.

- Your Highness!

Oh, he must have watched
Mistletoe's video

a hundred times this month.

- I'm both flattered
and embarrassed.

It's nice to meet both of you.

- Can we get a picture with you?

- Of course.

- Wow, the kids back at the home

are never gonna believe this.

- I think we can do
better than a photo.

- Your Highness,
you're too kind.

- Of course. Everyone
deserves a merry Christmas.

- Mistletoe, come here, bud.

- Well, look who's back!

Hello, Peter. Are
you here for a visit?

- And I brought Prince
Edmond, and he brought toys!

- Children,
come. See who's here.

- Hello. We hear great
things about you from Peter.

Hello, everyone.
Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas!

- I've brought some gifts.

So, I have a bike
here for Jameson.

Oh, here you are.

- Wow.

- Merry Christmas.

- Thank you.

- No worries, and I have
a scooter here for Molly.

Hi, Molly.

Are you the scooter star?

- Here,
Mistletoe. Come here.

- Wow!

Well done, Molly.

Hm, I wonder what this could be.

I'm quite good, you know.
Would you like to see?

- Yeah.

- Okay, come with me.

You'll be on my team.

I'm gonna run to the hoop
and then you throw it to me.

There we go.

Whoa!

Whoa, whoa!

How did he do it?
How did he do it?

Come on!
- Do it again!

- Again?

- Again!

- Okay, same one.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Good shot. Good shot.

- At least we know
he's good with kids.

- Honestly, he's
not the only one.

- I think
this might have been

the best day I've
had in a while.

- Yeah.

Okay, well, installing that
regulation basketball court,

now that was a
really nice touch.

- Was it too flashy?

- No, no, not at all.

Okay, except when you dunked.

Now, that was a little,
"Oh, I'm a prince."

"I'm so cool. I have
so many talents."

- So what? I have many
talents I don't talk about.

- Oh, yeah?

- Biking, music, art.

- Oh, not to mention fencing.

- Guilty as charged.

- Well, it's fancy
sword fighting.

I mean, what's not to love?

- Exactly, and as
a six-year-old boy,

given the choice between

dancing lessons and fencing
lessons, I chose the latter.

- Well, I'm sure your mother
was a little disappointed.

- Well, my father loved it.

He never missed a single
one of my tournaments.

- Oh, that's really sweet.

- And slightly
irresponsible, to be honest.

He skipped a European
peace council

to see me fence in Hong Kong.

Almost caused World War III.

- Wait, really?

- At least that's
the way he told it.

- Uh, well, thank you for today.

Okay.

- Oh, Cecily?

- Yeah?

- We should go to
dinner tomorrow evening.

- We should?

Oh, yeah, to talk about
dog training and all that.

- Sure, the training
and whatever else
we wish to discuss.

- Are you asking me on a date?

- No, I just thought, after
a full day of training,

we could go to dinner
and have a nice time.

- Oh, yeah, we could go to
dinner and have nice time.

- Precisely.

- Yeah, that sounds
like a date to me.

- I suppose it does.

- Well, I would love to.

- Grand.

- Good night.

Come on, Mistletoe. Let's go.

- Is it true?

- The last time you
opened with that line,

I just called off my
wedding to Lady Cykes.

- Lucky day for us all.

No, I mean your visit
to a foster home today.

- Well, everyone
should enjoy Christmas.

- I am curious to know

how you plan to pay for a
basketball court, though.

- I sold the Ferrari to Allie.

- Oh.

- It's funny.

The kids liked the gifts, but
they really loved Mistletoe.

- Ah, yes. Everyone
loves Mistletoe.

In fact,

Euro TV loves him so much,

they've decided to
broadcast my address

at the Christmas Ball.

- And they want
Mistletoe to be there.

- Indeed,

and I never would've thought

your plan to train that dog
in two weeks was possible,

but, lately, I've
seen a lot of things

I didn't think were possible,

like a certain prince
spending a whole day

doing charity work
just like his father.

- Thanks, but I'm not Father.

He was the king
this country needed.

- And you'll be the king
this country deserves.

They want to love you, Edmond.

Let them, hm?

Oh, and carry on reading

whatever it is you
didn't want me to see.

- Mum.

- Hey, are these
earrings too much?

- Stop yourself.

Cec, you're going on
a date with a prince.

Accessorize responsibly.

- Okay, no, you're
right, you're right.

Although I'm sure
Edmond would make

some kind of clever
comment about them.

- Hold on.

Have you caught feelings for

the Internet's most
eligible royal?

- No.

No.

- Hey, I won't-
- Okay, I'm hanging up now.

Don't look me like that.

It's the outfit, isn't it?

You're right. I'll go change.

- Well, I feel
underdressed, Ms. Bowman.

Shall we?

- Sir, you're not going
into town, are you?

- That's the plan, Hobbs.

I even made a reservation.

- Yes, I know,
under your own name,

which is why I'm getting reports

that the paparazzi
are everywhere.

- Paparazzi? Oh, that's
right, you're a prince.

- Are they seriously still
interested in my dating life?

- More than anyone should be.

- So, rain check on dinner then?

- No.

A change of venue.

Come with me.

- You know, I think I like
this better than going out.

- Me too, and we're making a
classic Comfrey cottage pie.

- Ooh.

You don't cook much, do you?

Okay, here, let me help you.

Okay, just push and then roll.

- Okay.
- Yeah, like that, mhm.

- Push and then roll.

- Mhm.
- Okay.

- That's good.

- Okay, that is helpful.

- Well, it is a skill,

and I did work at a pizza shop
all through high school, so.

- A pizza shop?

- Mhm, yeah, it was in Brooklyn,

which, if you're ever in New
York, you have to try it.

- It's that good?

- Yes. Oh my gosh.

I don't think there
is anything better

than a real slice
of Brooklyn pizza.

- Let's hope the Comfrey
version of cottage pie

can compare to your
Brooklyn slice.

- Brooklyn slice.

- I've eaten this every
year for Christmas,

but I don't think I've
ever actually made it.

- Oh.

Okay, it's ready.

- Okay.

- Let's go.

- Here we go.

- Okay, so tell me.

What is the best Christmas
gift that you ever got?

- The best?

- Mhm.

- Easy. When I was 12,
the king gave me a puppy.

- Oh.
- A corgi.

We're nothing if not on brand.

- Okay, was it a boy, a girl?

I want the name. I
want the details.

- Okay, I named
her so don't laugh.

- Okay.

- I called her Crumpet.

She was there for me
when my father died.

The best friend I ever had.

Wow. That is sad.

Okay, you can laugh now.

- No, no, why would I laugh?

I mean, all of my best
friends are dogs, so.

- Makes sense, doesn't it?

- Yeah.
- In your line of work.

What's the name of the
dog on your book cover?

- Oh, that's Churro.

Yeah, he's a lab.

I actually met him when I
was working at a dog shelter,

and I wound up dating
the guy who adopted him,

so I just kind of figured
that he was both of ours,

but, when we broke up, he
didn't exactly see it that way.

- I'm sorry.

Where's Churro now?

- On a ranch in Wyoming.

- That's good, no?

- I mean, I guess
it would be better

if I actually got to see him.

- Okay. Come on.

Enough wallowing.

Come on. Trust me.

You're gonna have
to let me lead.

- Okay.

- It's gonna be a
struggle for you, I think.

There we go.

- Oh.

- Nice, no?

Still, yeah.
- Oh, no.

- Let me lead.

- Okay.

- There we go.

- Are you telling me that you
didn't take dance lessons?

- I haven't.

- Really? Then
what are we doing?

- This?

It's just fencing
without the swords.

♪ And, surely, love advances

♪ In this Christmas

- Um, is Comfrey cottage pie

supposed to be
smoking like that?

- Uh, no, no, no.
- No.

- We should do
something about that

before it sets off the alarm.

The guards will go mad.

Here, waft, waft,
Cecily. Yes, waft.

- Okay.

- Waft like you've never wafted.

- Oh, that's a
fetching ensemble.

- You know, as
soon as I found out

that we were going on a hike,

I nearly put on my yoga pants,

but, luckily, Victoria
steered me straight.

- Yes, she's good at
keeping things on course.

- She is, isn't she?

- Oh, welcome to the royal
family Christmas hike.

Will you do the honor, Hobbs?

- Certainly, ma'am.

The castle high
grounds is home to

Comfrey's world-renowned
wishing tree.

Every Christmas, the royal
family take a hike to the tree.

- And then we make a wish

and tie a ribbon
around a tree branch.

- Well, shall we
remove the leashes

before they scare all
the wildlife away?

Oh, all that worry
about pedigree,

and, look, they're fast friends.

- What are we waiting for?

We have a tree to
tie a ribbon to.

- Are there a lot
of birds in Comfrey?

- No, not too many.

If there were, Edmond
wouldn't be away so often.

- Okay, that's pretty funny.

- Thanks you, dear. It's nice
to have a fresh audience.

Well, you've been spending
quite a bit of time with Edmond.

What do you think?

Would he make a good king?

- Oh, I mean, I'm
hardly qualified to say.

- Stop. Don't dance around it.

I'd like your honest opinion.

- I think that
Edmond would be great

at whatever he
applies himself to.

- Very diplomatic.

- Honestly, the last
thing in the world

he would ever want to
do is disappoint you.

- You know
these woods well, Hobbs.

- Your father and I lived in
these woods when we were young.

I know these woods better
than I do the castle.

- That's right. I always forget.

You knew him longer than
anyone, even my mother.

I wish I could have
asked him more questions

before he passed.

- That sounds like something
you could tie onto the tree.

In lieu of that, if you
want a poor substitute,

you can always try me.

- Would he have wanted me to
plow ahead with something,

even if it wasn't what I wanted?

- He would've wanted you to
forge your own past, Edmond,

whatever that may be.

- There she is.

The legendary wishing
tree of Comfrey.

I hope you all have
your wishes ready.

I know I do.

Go ahead.

- All right.

What did you wish for?

- My papa always said one
cannot reveal their wish

or it might not come true.

- I'll take my chances.

I wish the royal corgis

weren't chasing each other
around in sap and mud.

- Okay, there you go.

There you go. There you go.

- Hey.

- You can have
a shake if you want.

- Okay, I think I
should have wished for

what Carrington did.

I mean, look at this
water. Oh my gosh.

Could you have gotten any
dirtier if you tried, buddy?

- I don't think he was trying.

It's just a bit much, isn't it?

- Yeah.

- The ball
is four days from now.

Do you think he'll be ready?

- Yeah, I think he'll get there,

but the big question
is, can you?

- That is a big
question, isn't it?

- Of kingly proportions.

- Speaking of which,
I had something I
wanted to run by you.

- Well, that was fun, wasn't it?

- Absolutely.

- Fresh air, bright sunlight.

Oh.

- Mama, I had an
idea on our hike.

How would you feel about
an annual corgi darby?

- You're joking.

That is-

- An exquisite idea, Edmond.

Even Mistletoe agrees.

- I suppose it could be fun.

Let's put it in the
books for next year.

- Why not this year?

- How would you find space,

get vendors, sponsors,
dogs, before-

- Wednesday.

- Is that when
you want to do it?

- Yes, but we need
all your help,

but we can get started
if you give the go-ahead.

- Yeah, we already
have the website

all set up to place bets.

- Bets, as in monetary?

- All proceeds are going
to a fund for foster youth.

- It was all Edmond's idea.

- Well...

- That's wonderful.

- Of course it is. You
had me at corgi darby.

- Why
are you so upset?

- I miss you.

- Well, I'm sorry.

I've been so busy
with the festivities.

- And I suppose you
didn't need my help?

- Don't be jealous.

- I'm sorry.

I just wanna be there for you.

You are the future
queen, after all.

- We both know Edmond's
next in line for the throne.

- But you deserve to be.

- It's not about me.

It's about the kingdom.

- Of course.

That's what's important.

You deserve to be queen.

- Oh, Alec, you're very sweet.

If only it were that easy.

- Oh, good boy!

- They are quite
regal, aren't they?

- Cecily, I need you.

Your help with the darby.

Could you help me
put on the pinnies?

- Yeah, yeah, sure.

I'm right on it. Here.

- Oh, oh, okay.

Hello, young sir.

Aren't you the sweetest
thing? Do you have a name?

No? How about Bronman?

I like it too.

- Step right up and place
your bets for charity!

- Turnaround number six,
Mistletoe, two to one.

- That's better.

- Hi. Your Majesty, is it
okay if I take Mistletoe back?

He just needs his race number.

- He's still lucky number six?

- As you requested.

- Normally, I deeply
discourage gambling,

but, for a good cause,
it's so much fun.

- It is.

Come on, Mistletoe.

- Good luck!

- You can draw all the
straight lines you want.

It won't work.

They're herding dogs.
They run in circle.

- Yeah, I think that's
kind of the point.

- Well, I don't
care what you think.

You are not the
royal trainer. I am.

- Okay, hold on.

Are you afraid that I'm
gonna steal your job?

- Nonsense. I'm
part of the family.

- Oh, is that why
you're sweating?

- At the ready!

- Juniper, faster, Juniper!
Come on, Mistletoe!

- Come on, Holly!

Holly, Juniper, come on!

Come on, Mistletoe!

Come on!
- Come on, Mistletoe!

- Come on, Holly!

- Oh, come on, Mistletoe!

Come on, buddy!

- Come on! Come on!

- Holly, Juniper!

Come on!
- Come on, Mistletoe, come on!

- Go, Mistletoe!

- Yes!

- Mistletoe wins!

- Yes!

Good job.

- Good job!

- Mistletoe!

- Bye, guys.

- Bye.

- You did so well, Mistletoe.

- Oh, good job!

- So well.

- Ma'am, hot chocolate?
- Oh!

You really are
spoiling me, Hobbs.

- Careful. It
might be a bit hot.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

Didn't he do well?

- He did. He did indeed, ma'am.

- I think he's
coming into his own.

- Do you think?

- Yes, I think he's rather
happy with that lady.

- Kinda looks like
someone's ready to be king.

So why do you look so upset?

- I wanna feel
this way every day.

Oh, I'm sure they're gonna have

another derby again next year.

- It's not because of the dog.

- We have numbers!

We have numbers, 20,000
crona and counting.

- How much is that in dollars?

What?

Edmond, that's amazing!

That many people placed bets?

That's gonna send so
many kids to college.

Oh my gosh!

- He put a paw on each of us.

- I think that means he thinks
that we're both his person.

Hey, I have a question

that I've just been
meaning to ask you all day.

- Yes?

- Is it derby or darby?

- It's darby.

- Darby?

- Derby.

- Darby.

- Derby. Darby.

- Derby.

No, I can't be
Mistletoe's person.

- Why not?

The dog likes you
as much as Edmond.

- Because he's gonna
be in his life forever.

I'm only here for
a couple more days.

- Drew all over again, huh?

- Can't you just, I don't
know. negotiate something?

Get them to let me leave early?

- Cec.

- Yeah?

- Ah.

- Hi.

- I thought I'd drop this off.

A gift from the queen
for all your hard work.

An invitation to
the Christmas Ball.

- What?

- Sorry. That's
my manager, Jacob.

He's a very big fan,
but, you know, Hobbs,

I don't think I can accept this.

- No, no, no, no!

She has to accept, and
she needs a plus-one!

- That may prove difficult.

I believe His Highness

was hoping to spend
some time with you.

- Did he say that?

- It's not like that!

I'll be like a non-existent,
invisible third wheel!

My email is-

- Hobbs, is this a good idea?

- The ball is the pinnacle
event of the Christmas season.

- I know, but is
this a good idea?

- Certain members
of the royal family

would be happy if you attended,

and, to be honest, so would I.

- But I have nothing to wear.

- I think that can be arranged.

- Why are you up so late?

- The usual.

Keeping the festivities going.

Doing all the busy
work to make it happen.

- You must be the hardest
working princess in the world.

- Speaking of which,
are you ready?

- Uniform's pressed,
sword's polished,

and the groomer has Mistletoe

smelling like a cinnamon stick.

- I meant your speech.

Don't be coy.

We all know Mother will be
naming you as her successor.

- Did she say that?

- We've all seen how she's
warmed up to you this Christmas.

Even I have, and that
is saying something.

- To be honest, I got so
caught up in the morning,

I may have overlooked
the speech.

- Come on.

We may have had our differences,

but now's the time you
need to stand tall.

Come on. Let's
make you look good.

Here's the boiler plate.

You thank Mother,
Hobbs, parliament,

and then you say
why ruling Comfrey

is the job you've
wanted your whole life.

- I don't know what to say.

What would you say?

- I would say

that keeping history alive
never feels like hard work,

that everything I've
done over the last decade

has prepared me for this day,

that I feel lucky to have a job

where I can brighten
someone's day with a wave,

heal them with a hug,

that sort of thing.

- Victoria, that is-

- No, do excuse me. That's
all I have time for for now.

- Up, up.

Okay, now stay.

Stay.

Just stay. Why won't you stay?

- Not you. Mistletoe.

I'm trying to train him,
but, try as I might,

he just will not.

Traitor.

- Okay, I'm a little
hesitant to say it,

but I think that
Mistletoe might be ready.

- The question is, am I?

- Oh, dressed like that,
you are definitely not.

- I took him for a walk earlier,

and saw they were loading
the cannons, which means

they're declaring a new
monarch at the ball tonight.

- That's a good thing, I guess.

- Did someone order a plus-one?

- Oh, it's Jacob!

- Hey.

- Hi!

Jacob, this is Edmond.

Sorry, Prince Edmond.

- Your Royal Highness, it
is an honor to meet you.

Oh, nope, I'm sorry.

I'm so nervous, I'm not sure
what to do with my hands, so.

- Please, it's fine.

Lovely to meet you,

and thank you so much
for bringing Cecily.

- Of course,

and here's the pup
who started it all.

You are so much cuter in person!

- Did you make that
up on the plane?

- I've been waiting
hours to say it.

- Yeah.

- Well, what are we
standing around for?

Don't we have a ball to go to?

- Mistletoe, come here. Hey.

Good boy.

- I feel like I'm gonna look
like I'm playing dress-up.

- Nonsense. You're
gonna look fabulous.

- Cecily?

- Hi.

- To complete your look.

- Oh, Cec, you got your tiara.

- I better go back. This
party won't toast itself.

- Oh, wait, I feel
like, I don't know.

I feel like I'm gonna
mess something up.

- You will.

- Sash mishaps, tiara
topples, I've seen it all.

Just remember the golden rule
of all Christmas parties.

Be merry.

- Sage advice.

Is this about Prince Edmond?

- It just all feels
like a dream, you know?

I mean, I came here
to train a dog,

and now I feel like, I dunno,

like I'm gonna
break my heart here.

- Listen, it made
you lose focus,

but I told you
this was the play.

Come train a dog and
get the royals on board.

It looks like Edmond might
finance the whole thing!

Let's go!

- Ms. Cecily Bowman and
Mr. Jacob Henderson.

- He has a sword. I totally
should have a sword.

- You're not a prince, Jacob.

- I knew I pursued
the wrong career.

Come on, Mistletoe. Come on.

- You look magical.

- Thank you.

You know, it's funny.

I was never really into the
whole princess thing as a kid,

but I think I'm starting
to see the appeal.

- In that case, shall we
dance the first waltz?

- I'd prefer it if

we fenced-without-swords
the first waltz.

Wow, that really
did not work at all.

- It worked for me.

- It's going to be a
lovely party, ma'am.

Flawlessly executed, as always.

- Thanks to my flawless
press secretary,

which is why I have
a present for you.

- Me?

Oh, Your Majesty, I couldn't!

- I think Bronman would be
quite upset if you couldn't.

- Thank you, milady.

I noticed the queen's waltz

was on the agenda
for the evening.

- And whom do you
think I should ask?

- Perhaps a loyal
and devoted subject

who has adored your family
and has admired you for years?

- Have you tried the pate?

- We will.

- It's very good. Enjoy.

- I've been looking
for you all night.

- Oh.

- I've heard something dreadful.

- Then why do you look so happy?

- Myriad reasons,
my queen. Myriad.

- So, is this what being
a princess feels like?

- Mhm.

This is what
happiness feels like.

- Do you think that
we feel like this

because we know it's
all gonna end tomorrow.

- It doesn't have
to end, Cecily.

- I don't know if
this is gonna work,

and I can't hinge Rover
Rehab's success on-

- Romance? Then let's
keep them separate.

- What's happening?

- The queen's dance.

She hasn't done one
since my father died.

- The queen looks really happy.

- She does.

I just hope I don't
ruin everything.

- What a wonderful dance.

You kept that a secret?

- Yes, didn't we?

- Wonderful.

- Mama?
- Thank you.

- I hate to insist, but
we really need to talk.

- Oh, dear.

Well, is this about your speech?

You know it's being televised.

- I know, but I think the
person that wrote that speech

should be the one
to take the throne.

- I would agree. So where
did you get it from?

Wilde, Dickens, Voltaire?

Because I don't think they're
fit to rule at the moment.

- Your daughter wrote it.

- Sir?

I come with harrowing news.

- "Edmond of Comfrey, net
assets and worthwhile contacts."

- It has your wealth,
connections, likes and dislikes.

Anything one would want to
take advantage of you, sir.

It was in Ms. Bowman's room.

A moment to take a look.

- What are you doing?

- Your brother is in the
clutches of a grifter

and I have the
evidence to prove it.

- Why do you have that?

- It matters not, my dear.

What's important here is

your brother lacks proper
judgment to be king.

- My brother lacks judgment?

You truly are an awful
swine of a person.

My family finally
have the Christmas

they've been wanting for
years, and you want to ruin it.

- I'm ruining it?

You're the one that's
giving up a throne

because you care
about those saps.

- Saps?

You are so misguided.

My family make me strong,

strong enough to send you
out of this castle forever.

Go.

- Darling, just-

- Go!

Get out.

- Edmond, hi.

You were looking for me?

- Yes.

I want to thank you for
your service to the crown.

- I don't understand.

- Your work here is
done. You can go.

Don't worry about your things.

We'll ship them
back, first class.

- Why are you talking
to me like this?

Edmond, what did I do?

- I found your binder.

- What?

- The research you did. You
were never really you with me.

None of that was real.

It's fine.

You're not the first woman
to target me for my money.

- No, I'm not, is this really
what you think that this is?

- I may have a reputation,
but I'm not an idiot, Cecily.

I can't believe you ever
really had feelings for me.

- Edmond, I did have
feelings for you.

I do!

- You do deserve a trophy.
It's a convincing act.

- It is not an act.

Okay, yes, never
in a million years

did I ever think that I
would have feelings for you,

but I do, and, to be honest, I
am just as scared as you are.

- Well, you don't need to be.

I'll have them bring
the car around.

- Edmond, wait.

- As the some of you know,

this is my last ball
as acting queen.

Spearheading this
event has been an honor

and the second most
rewarding job of my life.

The first, of course,
is being a mother.

I only wish I was as good at
that as I am hosting events.

The truth is parents
often can't see

what's right in front of them,

and this Christmas has taught
me to look a little harder.

I am eager to start the
next chapter in my life,

but I couldn't until
I knew my replacement

was the best possible
steward for our tiny nation,

and I know she will be.

I give you our next
monarch, Queen Victoria!

- You had something to
do with this, didn't you?

- No. It was all you.

- Hey, hey, what's going on?

- It's over.

Edmond thinks that I was
just trying to take his money

and that nothing
between us was real.

- Was it real?

- Oh, Cec, I'm so sorry.

- I didn't even care
that he was a prince.

I just really thought that
we had a real connection.

Sorry.

- Where are you going?

- To say goodbye to someone.

- You're not celebrating
with Victoria?

Oh, what's wrong?

Is it Cecily?

- She's just like the others.

She only took this job
to fund her charity.

- How selfish.

I mean, rather than
buy her a condominium

or a yacht or have
her photo with you?

- Regardless, it's not okay.

You don't think it's
even a little mercenary?

- No.

No, I think it's ambitious.

That's what makes her so unique.

I know you're going to hate me,

but, well, I looked into Cecily

when you two started
spending time together.

- That wasn't necessary.

- She really is
quite impressive.

She started her own business.

She's active in animal rescuing.

She really has quite the charm.

- Mum, I'm fine.

It's fine.

- My dear.

People are drawn to us
because of the crown.

The people who stay,
who stick around

and bother to figure
out who we really are,

you need to keep them close.

- Oh, hi, Mistletoe.

Hi.

Come on. Up we go.

- You know, I'm not really
one for big goodbyes,

but I just wanna say thank you.

You know, after I
lost my last dog,

I never thought that I
would have this again.

I don't ever even
want it again, so...

Yeah, you really proved
me wrong, huh, buddy?

So, thank you. Never change,
Mistletoe, all right?

Okay.

Never change, buddy.

Okay.

Oh, wait, Mistletoe.

Mistletoe, wait!

Mistletoe!

Mistletoe!

Mistletoe!

- Cecily?

- Mistletoe!

Hi, buddy.

There you are.

- Why won't you stay?

- Are you talking to Mistletoe?

- No, you.

I want you to stay.

I'm sorry. I was awful.

You didn't do anything wrong.

I was a fool not to
see that you were real.

I couldn't recognize
that you cared for me,

not just the prince.

Look, I understand if you
never wanna speak to me again.

Will you please say something?

- I'm sorry too.

I did come here to launch.

Jacob made that binder
and it's all so silly.

I promise you I
didn't read any of it.

Anyway, congratulations.

- Congratulations?

- Yeah, I heard the cannons,

and I know that you said that
means there's a new king, so.

- I said that it means
there's a new monarch.

Those are for Victoria.

I'm just the royal that's
here, begging for forgiveness.

- You gave up the crown?

Why?

- Because I met someone,
someone I trust,

who forged her own path and
inspired me to do the same.

- So, assuming that this someone

forgives you and understands,

what's this new path
that you're planning?

I mean, are you gonna
be jet-setting more?

- That's what everyone
expects. I'm a prince.

I can fit in at any event and
be a royal if I need to be,

but I never felt like I
had a home until I met you.

- Are you sure you don't
need all this stuff?

I mean-

- Honestly, I'd be happy
if, at the end of the day,

I can get a slice of Brooklyn
pizza with my person.

Sorry, our person.

- Hey, are you
ever gonna tell me

what you wished for
at that wishing tree?

- I can't tell you,

because then it
might not come true.

- We hear
you, Mistletoe.