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Some men reach high peaks to
leave an indelible memory.

Most of us are content
to push forward.

And very few are
born to become king.

Small that camera, is not it?
- It's modern technology, Your Majesty.

It's amazing that you can make
movies with such a small device.

How big is your team?
- I'm the team. There's only me.

You're perfect. We'll have a nice
portrait of you, do not worry.

But you're so tired.

Sire, allow me, your speech.

Mr Moreau?
- Mr. Lloyd?

I should arrange the
microphone at His Majesty.

Of course.

The documentary Our king must
point out the king's competence

And his professional commitment.
- I understand, Your Majesty.

And he must grasp his
vitality and spontaneity.

Controlled spontaneity.
- Sure.

And smiles. Many people need it.
It's the British specialty.

And we must remember
the Belgian spectators

That the current conflicts
between Flanders and Wallonia

Are counterproductive.
- Unbearable.

The image of our king is the
only force that unites us.

That's why it must be perfect.
- I understand, Your Majesty.

Excuse me.
- You are welcome.

Belgium. Is it a real country or
just a geopolitical compromise?

I do not know.

But he has a palace and a king.

And a queen, who hired me to shoot
a documentary about her husband,

Nicolas III,
the King of the Belgians.

Mr. Lloyd, I remember the rule
number one: no interviews.

And rule number two:
No improvisations.

Sooner or later I would
like to discuss this.

His contract speaks clearly.

Just follow the script.

They did not know I was
filming, which gave me hope.

Here's the boring part. I follow their
script and film the king who makes the king.

Have you been here already?

This is the first time.

But the scene serves to
appreciate this unlikely story.

His own story. It's mine.

Soon we will welcome Turkey

In the embrace of
the European Union.

We Belgians, finding us
in the heart of Europe,

We will celebrate
this historic occasion

Giving the Turkish people our
most beloved Mini-Europa Park.

He has already sent
me eleven messages.

I do not know how I can do my job
while I'm following this documentary.

The Queen would not cancel her
because of her annual cold.

Sire.

If you allow me,

Mr. Bulut told me the
evening program.

At 18, show of
dancing dervishes.

No speech, just a few words.

I remember not to mention Iraq,
Syria, Israel, the Kurds, Armenia,

Our federal problems, our debt,

And, above all, football.
It is a delicate topic.

The gala dinner will start
at 8pm. Nine courses.

No kebabs?

One two Three.

Mr Moreau, are you sorry?

Thank you. And action.

Sire, the press conference will
begin at 11pm at Miniatiürk.

His speech, sire.

The Prime Minister has
made some changes.

I remember that in Turkey, the
handshakes are energetic.

It's even shorter.

Brussels insisted on brevity.

Clearly, a consequence of
my speech in Scotland.

I thought I had improvised well.
- That's right, sire.

Stop. We repeat.

Carlos, please.

Sire, it is best to
avoid any comment.

Sorry.

His Majesty?

Very well.

Yes, I'll be careful.

I care for you, do not worry.

I think so, yes.

See you, His Majesty.

Mr. Lloyd? The Queen
told me to remember them

To film the speeches from start
to finish and to grasp the smiles.

Do we do it again?

Sire, the press conference will
begin at 11pm at Miniatiürk.

His speech, sire.

The Prime Minister has
made some changes.

I remember that Turkey's
handshakes are energetic.

Stop.

Perfect.

Now we can go, sire.

Mr. Lloyd, can follow us.

It's really tiny.

The Atomium? Yes, it's a fiasco.

No. Well, that too.

The space reserved
for Mini-Europe.

It looks like an extension of
Turkey instead of the opposite.

Mr. Moreau, excuse me.
They just informed me

Which unfortunately our
president will arrive later.

We can offer a visit to His Majesty
and to the Belgian Ambassador

Of the Miniatiürk Park
while we are waiting?

Mr. Moreau, what
about the Atomium?

The Turks have a lot to
Mustafa Kemal Atatürk,

Commander of the Turkish forces
in the War of Independence

And founder of the
Turkish Republic.

And they expressed their gratitude
by building this colossal mausoleum.

Freedom or death.

He was a man with a clear
vision, did not he?

Yes. We all admire Kemal
Atatürk, His Majesty.

Listen to your vision, Turkey today
would be a very different country.

This is the last reappearance of the
king running in the park like a puppet.

There was going to be a news bomb
and there would not be a script.

Ludovic!

Wallonia has declared
independence!

Belgium collapsed!

Their declaration of independence
is called 'We're Tired'.

Fed up? About what?

The valleys feel faint, humiliated,
and misunderstood by the Flemings.

They are tired.

We must go back to
Belgium immediately.

We will arrive at the
airport in ninety minutes.

Ready? Could you repeat that?

His Majesty the King wishes to speak to
the Minister-Walloon President. Ready?

Ludovic?
- I'm sorry, but the line has fallen.

My speech.

I'll handle it
Before we arrive in Brussels.

No, Ludovic.

This speech will write it alone.

We must first analyze the political,
diplomatic and protocol aspects

With the head of the cabinet,
which is now unreachable.

And with the various
federal ministers.

I'm not sure which ones.

Sire, now we have to watch every
movement and gesture, every word.

Be cautious, sire.

Faster, faster.

When the king made his
oath, he promised

To always protect the
integrity of the kingdom.

And that King is me.

Unity is strength.

Unity is strength.

We have to put it.

Carlos knew that I steal hidden
pictures, but he let me do it.

Carlos liked me.

Some have a vision.

Others have a dream.

What does intuition tell you, sire?
- My intuition?

Perhaps this is the time
to show who really is.

His feelings, his humor,
perhaps his faults.

Defects have already been
largely occupied by the press.

Nicolas the Silent?

Silence is dignified.

Let them write what they want.
- Sire.

Sire.

Did you talk to the Queen?
- I can not talk to the Palace.

And the Prime Minister?
- Still unattainable.

Do you want to be reached?

We are ready.
- Carlos, what does he do here?

We will not go anywhere.
- Why?

There is an emergency meeting.
- What the hell is going on?

All flights were canceled
due to cosmic interference.

Excuse me, one that?
- A solar storm, exactly.

The satellites are dead,
some are precipitated.

For security reasons,
you have to stay here.

Here in Istanbul?
- No, here at this hotel.

All foreign dignitaries
will be concentrated here.

How long will we have to wait?
- One day, one week. You do not know.

Do you remember the Icelandic
volcano, Eyjajafufukukul?

Eyjafjallajökull.
- Yup.

I have to go back to Belgium right away.
- I understand, Your Majesty.

This situation is a
disadvantage for everyone.

I had to receive a
promotion this week.

If we can not fly,
we'll be in the car.

By car, through the Balkans?
- Yup.

Cross over those territories
in such an unstable period

Is definitely out
of the question.

Why never?

Because they are the Balkans.

So?

I said the Balkans.
- Yes and then?

Unstable.

Unstable.
There is Bulgaria, Serbia...

Romania, Albania, Macedonia...

Excuse me.
- His Majesty. Excuse me.

We'll have a meeting. We will return.
- All right.

She must understand...
- Sire.

Wait a moment.

We have to find a solution.

It is not possible,
Your Majesty.

Sorry, I have to go.

Mr Lloyd, not now.

I try to speak with Turkish
security and Mr. Bulut.

Maybe even with the ambassador.

I'm going to take the luggage.

Sire,
I see if there's a field above.

Excuse me.

Where is the Ambassador?

One time, I documented
wars and revolutions.

Then I drank for a decade,
persecuted by nightmares.

Filming real families
has put me back.

Let's tell the truth,
here was the story.

But my position became
more and more uncertain.

So I devised a plan
to stay afloat.

Carlos, let's get
him out of here.

He heard what he said.
- I know how to get from A to B.

Do you mean B of Belgium?
- What about B of Bulgaria?

Thing?
- See those lovely ladies?

The legendary Sirens of the
Sea of Mero. Folk singers.

Their concert was canceled,

And tomorrow they will depart
for Bulgaria by coach.

The protocol will never approve it.
- Look, here's the plan.

I ride a music video for them and
they let us get out of here. Secretly.

Forget it.

Do not you want to bring the king home?
- Sure.

Maybe we should
talk to her boss.

Sire.
- I can not concentrate.

You are welcome.

The coincidence between
universes and the kingdom...

The dysfunction of
nature and man...

The desire for independence
characterizes every epoch, right?

It gave birth to our kingdom in 1830,
and now it will probably collapse.

But what is the real nature
of this independence?

This so-called freedom?

I have to find the way to
touch the hearts of people.

What does your heart say, sire?

Carlos? Mr. Lloyd?

But look at it as well.

It's beautiful.

It comes from the solar storm.

Sire, there are no flights.

No, I understand, Carlos.

But we have an escape plan.

Explain yourself.

The Sea Mermaids.

The Sirens of what?

And action.

No action.

Look.

Sir, please.

Second shot.

Sire, I can not take the
responsibility of this farce.

I understand, Ludovic. Now
focus on her femininity.

It is madness. We can not do it.
- I agree, but it was decided.

We have no other choice,
now or never again.

But Sire, we can not leave
without protocol and security.

In fact, Sire, it is undeniable
that there are dangers.

The dangers are everywhere, always.
- But Mr. Lloyd will not come with us.

Mr. Lloyd is the architect
of our escape, Louise.

It is very creative.
- He comes with us, with the camera.

We will film our return
journey for people.

And that's that.

What do we do at Atomium?

Mr. Lloyd?

Come on, let's go.

To tell the truth, I did not
expect the king to endorse my plan.

But we had to leave Turkey
and return to the EU.

Here we are, with a woman dressed as a king
who reflected on the concept of freedom.

Please,
do you have to do it right now?

Yeah I have to, I'm itchy.
It's unbearable.

I'm almost done.

But what is it?

Maybe it's the
shock of the news.

The secession of Wallonia.
Think about how it feels.

Do you know that we have many
French words in Bulgarian?

Really?
- Yes, how...

Lift.

Bidet.

I want to show her Mascia,
Ivana and Pavlina.

My three daughters.

Three daddy.
- Stay silent, Ana.

Do you have children?

No.

All right.
He still has time, he's a man.

Made in Istanbul. It's better than
the Bulgarian ones. I keep it.

Look, he ate a coin.
- A coin?

Yup.

An incident with the kebab.

Border!

Hurry.

Finga being a woman.

As the border guard approached,
I was all in sweat.

I imagined someone imprisoning
me, he would take off my clothes

And confiscate the camera.
It's already done, you know.

Fortunately, our clandestine escape
coincided with another story.

Sorry, Nicolas, but we're
in a crisis of identity.

Crisis?
- We do not agree with anything.

Anything. Anything.

The old generation wants
tradition, we merge.

In Istanbul, we had to
appear on television

For the first time after so
many years. Stupid storm.

But Mr. Lloyd will
make a music video.

Yes, I hope so.

The first shot was
just to have fun.

Maybe they just had
to clear their minds.

The real canton for the
video is a cosmic classic.

Then, Mr. Lloyd, his
flight plan ends so?

Miss?
- Ana.

Ana, yes. Can you give us some
information on transport?

Yes. Sofia is on that side.

Thank you.

A taxi? Or a bus?

Not exactly. Maybe tomorrow.

Tomorrow? And what about
that car? Can we buy it?

\ No, no. It's too old.
It has not worked for years.

The Sea Mermaids were heading
right to the Sea of Mero.

We had to go to the
left, towards Sofia.

The case wants Ana to live
at that intersection.

My mom will help you
find a solution.

Hello.
- She'll take you.

Thank you.
- Come on.

Sit. You are welcome.

Nicolas?

Sauces for kebabs.

Maison. I did it.

Brava.

This is yogurt with...

A species of... Like this one.

Yes, 'tell'.
- Tell her?

Yes, 'tell'. Let's say 'tell'.
- Tell 'Tell'. It's a great sauce.

This is mayonnaise.

This is vinaigrette with...

With garlic.
- Oh yes.

And this is 'Iyutenitsa'.

It looks like ketchup,
but it's natural.

Do you want to taste it?

I?

Mr. Lloyd?

What's up?

OMG.

The Turkish security officer.

Jesus Christ.

I think he would have accompanied
us to Sofia's embassy.

Absolutely not. The escape of the king
would be a humiliation for the Turks.

It could cause a
diplomatic incident.

Bulut would bring us back to
Istanbul to overthrow the scandal.

Let's go home.

In ambulance.

Ludovic, we have to stop
shooting right away.

Mr. Lloyd, that's enough.
- Well, Louise. Duncan filmed the trip.

Ludovic?

Sire?
- I would like to drive.

Excuse me?

He heard me.

Given the circumstances, for
insurance and safety reasons,

I think it's better
to handle his moves.

Ludovic, let him drive.

I do not want interferences from the waiter.
- Ludovic.

The clutch does not work well.

Do not stay in the first place,
sire.

I'm in the third, Ludovic.
- Excuse me.

Death for a turtle.
You can not die that way.

His real reflections
had saved the beast,

But our vehicle had
gone to a better life.

We were there,
in half at Bulgarian nothing.

Listen to maps, hear phones,
hear no one in sight.

Only the sky was looking at us.

My dear fellow citizens...

In these difficult times...

In fact, foreign...

And under this mysterious sky...

We must be humble.

I like it.

I have to find something
destined for people.

Yeah, maybe.

Since when did you go
to the king, Carlos?

When does he ask for my opinion?

My dear Carlos,

I have three degrees and three
positions as an ambassador

And nine years in service of the
king. Let the advice I give you.

Mr Moreau,

I have the patent
for the helicopter,

I did the chief
scout for five years

And I can stand under
water for three minutes.

I see that Belgium's suffering
is the least of her worries.

Strength, enough with the
suffering of Belgium. Let's go.

Mr. Lloyd, just wait.
Let's go.

What do you think, Ludovic?
Do you have any suggestions?

No, that's fine, sire.

Link heaven to the present
situation of our country...

It's a good comparison.

It's not too much...
How are you saying that?

Go on?
- Sure.

Louise, who's the lucky one?
- Sorry?

The ring.

If you really want to know
it, it's Pierre-Armand.

Let me guess. French and you've
known studying law, right?

Did you dig into my past?
- It's all online, baby.

Tell me about Pierre-Antoine.
- Pierre-Armand.

And I'm not his treasure, Mr. Loyd.
- Call me Duncan.

Me dia.

Hey, stop.

We have to go to Sofia.

Sofia?
- Yup.

I'll help you.
- Can we go up there?

Let's go.

I'm Nicolas.
- Nicolas?

I am Yuri Angelov.
- Angelov.

Angelov. Like angel.
- Like angel.

Let's go, but be careful
about my little girls.

Wait.

Slow down.

All right?

An angel had come to our aid,
with enough fruit for us all.

I... I moved to the countryside.
In nature, I found myself.

Now I am very strong. Very strong.
- I see.

Tap.

They are melons.
I trust fruit.

Melons?

And so on.

Overnight, the
king and the angel

Have reflected on the
matter of watermelons,

About the future of Europe
and the nature of happiness.

And now?

We will find the way to arrive
at the next embassy in Belgrade.

First we find a bathroom.

I really need to
recharge the batteries.

What we need now is food.

What's up, Louise?
- All right, thank you, sire.

Is the kebab good for you?
- Perfect.

His Majesty. Good morning.
- Mr Bulut.

Mr Moreau, I recommend
eating fast.

I'm here to get you
back to Istanbul.

I'm sorry, sorry we will be grateful
to accompany us to Brussels.

Mr Moreau, let us avoid
a useless scandal.

Mr Bulut, I think she is
out of his jurisdiction.

A knocking king will not prevent
Turkey from entering Europe.

I understand your concerns...
- I do not mean to lose the job,

After thirty years
of loyal service.

This does not apply
to you Bulgarians.

Back, back.

Louise!

Strength, let's go!

What is going on?
- The Turks!

Our suitcases!

Ludovic, passports.

I have passports with me!

Where is your house?

My home is in Belgium.

In Belgium.

In Brussels.

This is your house?
Where is your house?

In Sofia.
- Sofia?

Yes, we are Sofia.

This means we are
in this region.

We shot here somewhere.

I see. We are headed there, we are
not far from the Serbian border.

Mr. Lloyd?

Mr. Lloyd?

It looks like we're with a jury.
- A jury?

Yes. A jury for yogurt.

Now we have to go.

Now we have to go.
Sorry, but...

Ok.

Okay, okay.

Ok. No problem.
- Thanks for everything...

It was really nice.
- No problem.

Do not worry.
- No, no.

Be happy.
You have our support.

Farewell to all, ladies and gentlemen.
- Thanks for everything.

Thanks... for the bus.

Nicolas.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Thank you.

I have to go.
We have to go back to Brussels.

Come on in, Victoria.

Then she is the mayor of
this beautiful village.

Well, I have no other
choice, so I'm the mayor.

It is a big responsibility because
I love these people and I want them.

I want...

That they are happy.

It is difficult to understand
what happiness is.

It is not conditional. You can not say:
"I will be happy if I have this, if..."

When you say 'if', it
means you're not happy.

That's why we're all
happy here, hear 'yes'.

I heard from somebody here
in this beautiful country,

She did the stuntman.

Yes, I was the stuntman coordinator,
but it's just one of my professions.

I'm black karate belt and I have
the fourth level of Shotokan.

I have...

I'm a diving instructor.

I was the first Bulgarian
to cross the Swim Channel.

Do you know where the Channel
is? Between England and France.

But I... I've never seen
a mayor and bare feet.

Occasionally, when I
go to the capital,

I put my sandals or shoes.

But I usually walk barefoot,
even with snow and rain.

My feet are far from the head so I
do not have to think much about it.

Thank you so much, mayor.
- Thanks for the hospitality.

Thank you and God bless you.
- Thanks so much.

This was...

Belgian television in Bulgaria.

Carlos?

Sire?

Do you believe in
real privilege?

I believe in her.

As a person.

I mean...

The institution
that unites people.

Louise?

Do you believe in the monarchy?

For me, it is not a question of
believing, but of respecting it, sire.

Is it your personal opinion?

Yes, it is my personal opinion.

Ludovic?

What do you think?

The monarchy

Is the highest
expression of dignity,

Of grace,

Great ideas!

The coincidence of the
universe and the kingdom...

The dysfunction of nature...

If you let me, sire...

We will have to present it to
the Prime Minister because...

We do not have time.

We will have a little while we return.
- Yes, but...

As soon as we arrive...

The Prime Minister
will never accept her

First hear him ask him.

Yes, but the Prime Minister...

I hear things...

\ It's strange. This
experience is like...

Like a gift.

Here, among the people.

I understand, sire.

They're so welcoming and open,
and...

Here people do not have much.

Here people do not have much.

But I'm still...

That must be the Serbian border.

Let me do this this time.

Sire?

You will not want the protocol
to waste time, right?

No protocol, Ludovic.

Carlos, take the camera.

Hello.
- Passports, please.

Good morning.

Do the Serbian phones work?
- No phones.

How come the welcome concert?
- It is the Serbia In Ball dance campaign.

The state wants us to give a positive
image of Serbia to foreigners.

Go for a walk.

You have a familiar look.
It looks like Miss Serbia 2005.

2006, for precision. It was only for a
month because the competition was in May

And in June Montenegro
declared itself independent.

Since they are from Montenegro, they
gave the title to a Serb. Bitch.

I remember this story.

In Belgrade they got stubborn
and they gave me this job.

It's not a happy ending, right?

I'm sure, Mr. Duncan Lloyd,

This is a very interesting job.

Serbia enjoys dancing.
- Thank you, I'll do it.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Incredible, I really
recognized it.

The Finns.

The capital of the Falklands?
- Stanley.

The first country to
adopt Christianity?

Armenia.

The first atheist state?

I have no idea.
- Albania.

Does he make you happy?

Does the camera make you feel right
to dig in the lives of others?

It depends.

And what noble purpose?

The search for beauty...

And the truth.

Okay, give it to me.
- Thing?

The camcorder. Me dia.
- Not for idea.

Yes, yes.
- Not gonna happen.

Strength, me dia.

Then, Mr. Duncan Lloyd...

Are you serious?
- Only when I can not breathe.

Did you really recognize
that border guard?

A few years ago I made a
film about Balkan beauties.

How do you speak Serbian?
- I've been here during the war.

We have a problem.

It must be from civil war.
- No, there were floods.

Do you see all those
locked woods there?

Water has passed.

A nice nuisance.

This is not a scene with
a destroyed bridge.

It is a scene with a
very different obstacle.

An obstacle to me and
my past difficult.

Duncan!

Duncan Lloyd!

It's me! Dragan!

OMG.

What the hell are
you doing here, man?

I?

What the hell are you
doing in my Serbia?

Get your camcorder and movie.

Dragan, brother.
- Duncan the Beone.

My friend.

You lost your hair.
- Yes all.

Your beautiful hair.
- But you found your belly.

Oh, my friend.

My crazy brother.

Who are these people?
- My crew.

Nicky, the sound engineer.

Carlos, operator help.

Our manufacturer, Ludo.

And Louise, my assistant.
- Hello.

Boys, this is a special
man and my dear friend.

What are you doing here?

Let's make a program about
Turkey entering Europe.

Excuse me, are the phones
working here in Serbia?

Where is she from?
- From Belgium.

Belgium? Maybe he does not know,
but his country is a coat.

Yes, we know it.
- What a pity.

You are at the center of Europe and you do not
know how to keep your mini-country together.

Nor is his country
a good example.

Ignore, Dragan.
- He is right, I like it.

We are mythical
matter, Lady Louise.

The Balkans are the Balkans.
There is love. I hate it.

It's love.

The Falcon was called by Dragan.

I made a movie about
him, titled "Tycoon".

He was a champion at
the Sarajevo Olympics.

Then he became a sniper
during the siege of Sarajevo.

That's where I met him while I
was locked up with the Serbs.

Are you serious?
- One thing?

A sniper.
- A sniper?

Then...

What is the plan?
- We do not complicate things.

Do not we commit? What does it mean
to her 'not to complicate things'?

We do not reveal who we are. A king's knee
would go a long way to many of these parts.

I do not want to go.
- Quiet. We eat and go.

I'm not hungry.
I do not want to go.

And so, I found myself facing
two of my worst nightmares:

Dragan the Falco and Rakia,
the Balkan lubricant.

Cheers.

We have said more than once.

More than once.

A million times.

But do you know something?
Now...

Now you can do the second
part of the documentary.

Can you say something, please?

Thank you.

Thank you, Nicky.

Dragan, how would you
describe your life?

Well...

Everything happens differently,
you know.

Nothing was what
I wanted it to be.

You are perhaps the only
one who knows that is true.

But now I just try...

To feel felt pain.

And it would be
enough for me now.

Describe the pain.

Do not ask me this, please.

Remember picker?

Of course I remember it.

I and you have lived
the whole war.

Do you remember when you called
me and you told me not to get out?

Why do you ask me if I remember it?
- Why did not you want it to go out?

What do you think I did not do?

It would launch my
career, but I heard you.

And I did not quit it.

You... You just...

Did something that no one
else would have done.

And I...

I can not believe you did it.

All right, I admit it.

I tried to convince Dragan to get
him out, but I did not succeed.

My chosen movie shooter
will never see the light.

But the king had listened
carefully to every word.

You do not like it?
- Yes I like it.

That's just the beginning,
try again.

Drink rakia.
- He does not like.

You have to make it fast. Look at
me, my friend. Look, like that.

Do it, do it, and after
that you will feel better.

You do not like it?
- Yes, it's very good.

Then I drink it.

And the country is 'hello'.

Belgium, your country,
is 'hello'.

Half and Half, or...
- Maybe. Maybe.

And what... What did you find
out? Is Turkey closer to Europe?

I think so. I think that...
- And US? You do not want to.

You want Turkey, right?
- No, well... well...

But how? And when?
- It depends...

We've heard these
bullshit for centuries.

Well, at least ten years, okay?

And it never happened.

We are about to sneeze this
exquisite Serbian pork.

Lady Louise, a gift for you.

She's a little... You know.

How do you say?
- Tail.

Do you want to taste it?
- No thanks.

But you have never tried it.

Assaggiala.
- Probate, burglary.

You have never experienced it.
- Monna, tell her to try it.

You have to taste it.
Yes, is...

But it hurts.
- Thank you very much, but...

She barked and tossed it.

She does not like the queue.

I do not like it, but
you're sitting on mine.

My dear friend.

Go straight and then left.

Right, right. Sorry, right.

Nice, huh?

Oh, fuck.

Louise?

Is it his version
of the disciple?

She takes, takes and takes,
is not it, Mr. Lloyd?

For what noble purpose?

Good morning, Ludovic.
- My jacket.

Thing?
- My jacket.

Thing?
- Passports. I left my jacket.

What did you say about passports?
- I had the jacket when I was at the table.

Did you leave passports there?

I'm sorry, sire.

We left the passports.
- Thing?

Christ, you will know
now that we have lied.

You've been drinking all night.
- We have to get out of this way

And leave the Balkans.
Believe me when I say

That it is best not to
make him piss, that guy.

I can assure you that
there will be heels.

So, are we now pursued by a crazy
Turkish and a crazy Serbian?

The quickest way to go is
to cross the sea to Italy.

But there is another border.

Montenegro.

Let's go.

I drive.

Sire?

Ludovic?

I am very ashamed.

I know.

I have to resign.

No, Ludovic.

He served me well,
I count on her.

I failed completely.

No, nothing at all.

Sire.

Here is the frontier.

That was the frontier, sire.

Yes I know.

I'm sorry about last night.

No problem.

I can ask her a question,
Mr. Lloyd?

Sure.

Why did not you ever show
anyone the movie Typer chosen?

Dragan asked me not to do it.

And why?

He thinks the dark side of the
moon should never see the light.

And do you believe it?

No.

But if I had to distribute the
movie... It would have destroyed it.

Another question, Mr. Lloyd.
- Sure.

Did you pick up your finger?

Goodbye.

This boat is a scrap,
it's impossible.

For centuries it is
not in the water.

What a scam.

I already have sea sickness.

They did not have passports
or money, so I bought a boat.

Not a very good one.

Are not there any ferries?
Are you sure?

He asked?
- Yes, there is nothing else.

Look at it wet it.
- It's better than it looks.

Wood is rotten.
Look at how the wood is reduced.

Have faith.
We have no choice.

Crossing the Adriatic on this?
- You do not have to continue complaining.

I'm not complaining.
I'm realist.

Mr Moreau?
- Yup?

The palace will pay me
back for the boat, right?

But of course, Mr. Lloyd.
- I spent all I had.

The west is from that side.

At sea, the most direct route
is always a curve, sire.

Tell me a little, do you still
have a future in Belgium?

I mean, why split a
peanut into two?

Diplomacy and moderation

They must lead us to the
compromise, Mr. Lloyd.

Maybe we should split
it and that's enough.

Wonders say they are tired.

She is tired, Mr. Moreau?
- I'm tired...

Of simplifications
and stereotypes.

Carlos, tell me a stereotype.

Wonders are lazy and
take advantage of it.

Mr Moreau?
- The Flemish are arrogant.

He did not hear you.
- The Flemish are arrogant.

Why do not we look at the positive
side? Are There Stereotypes Positive?

Wonders are warmer.
More warm as people.

Flemings are a bit more...
perhaps...

Creative and innovative.

It looks like the old stereotype
between northern and southern Europe.

Like Germany and Greece.
- He's right, Mr. Lloyd.

Belgium is like a button
holding a shirt together.

Please, sire, come back.

Be reasonable.

Here, the king of the
Belgians, naked like a fish.

Is not it too cold?
- No, it's perfect.

Happy hear all 'if'.

Come in, Ludovic. Is fantastic.

A king whose
kingdom collapsed...

A king who wanted to go home...

In his country...

In search of the right words.

I hear.

I feel the tastes.

I smell the smells.

I see.

All my senses are amplified.

I feel reborn.

Good morning!

We arrived!

Here we are.

Good morning!

Do we have a good coffee?

Good morning.

I am thirsty.

Next up there... Carlos.

They will be the
local authorities.

Good morning gentlemen.

We came from the Balkans.

This is the king of Belgium.

We are a diplomatic mission.

Excuse me?

He is Albanian.

She does not speak Italian?

We are in Albania.

How 'in Albania'?

Oh, I do not believe it. Are you sure?
- Yup.

Let's go down and
ask for a phone.

Carlos, what happened?
- They'll be the currents.

How 'the currents'?
- There are so many currents at sea.

Well then we go down.

We went to Montenegro.
There we bought a boat there.

We were to get to the sea.
No, excuse me, in Italy.

The captain of the Albanian port
was not impressed. He smoked a lot

While Ludovic tried to explain
the situation. But nothing to do.

For him, we were just the sociable.
- Can I have a glass of water?

Please... Drink.

Passports.

Yes, I know, but...
If we had the passports

She would understand who we are.

I repeat that he is our king,
Nicolas III, king of Belgium.

What will we do about our king?

What did the Queen
want us to grasp?

Its vitality...

And his spontaneity.

And smiles.

And smiles.

We need an official
version of this story.

Why not the truth?

Ready?

His Majesty?

What a relief to hear his voice.

Yes, he is here,
right next to me.

No, I mean, that's right...

There is Mr. Moreau
over here, I take it.

Ready. His Majesty?

Yes... yes, we're fine.

And you? I mean, kingdom?

And the political situation?

Yes, I understand...
The king is fine.

We have a small problem.

Yes, you too, I imagine...

Excuse me if I stop...

No, we are not in Istanbul.

In Albany.

We are in Albania.

Yes, like Mother Teresa.

In prison, His Majesty.

Yes... Okay.

Yes. Seeing Him, His Majesty...

Why did you tell her about the prison?
- I did not want to invent a story.

The Chief of Cabinet will
call you to this number.

And then we'll call the guards.

Now I'm off,
if you do not mind her.

Thank you, sorry.

She does not answer.
- Wait.

I do not mean to wait.

First, you must contact...

It's ringing.

Yes, we are healthy and safe...

Did anyone explain it to you?

Can you contact the
embassy in Albania?

Go call the guards.

Lord?

Lord?

Ludovic and Louise were
immersed in the protocol.

Meanwhile, that little brother
had returned to being a puppet.

Sire, here's a clean shirt.

I see.

Agree.

Goodbye.

Mr. Lloyd, the palace
has canceled Our King.

Sire.

The palace has
canceled Our King.

Ludovic, we are the Palace.

Anything he has filmed
will be censored.

I'm sorry, Mr. Lloyd.

But think a little.

His story and my film
will never see the light.

Once again, my footage was
being thrown away forever.

But I could not blame him.

After all, a king has
no fate in his hand.

At least, so I thought.

Yes, that's fine, but we have
to agree with Turkish security.

Yes, our versions must coincide.

Nobody knows.

Well, no one knew about
the king's identity.

All right. Goodbye.

Sire, I have the official
version proposed by the Palace.

We left Istanbul yesterday,
accompanied by Turkish security.

And our escape in the
Balkans has never happened.

Mr. Duncan Lloyd?

I, King Nicolas III,
King of Belgium...

I authorize her to
do what she wants

With all the pictures and sounds

Which he recorded from the
day we were at Mini Europe.

Any pictures, sire?

Yup.

Are you sure?

Agree.

His Majesty.

Do you think this trip is
due to chance or destiny?

It must be fate.

There must be something
more than pure casualty.

What makes you more scared?

To be alone...

"N Passenger.

Do you think his
kingdom has a future?

Yup.

Because?

Because...

I'm the king.