A Princess for Christmas Page #3

Because I'm your son.

Maybe not your favorite one,

but the only living one.

Gentlemen, ladies.

- Who's that?

- Jules Daly from America.

She brought Charles'

children over to visit.

She brought them all

the way to Castlebury?

What does she want?

Come on, you two. Let's go!

Come on then.

Good morning!

- Hello!

- Hey, Paisley.

Great molding.

Yes, I've always thought so.

The children are strapped into the car and

ready for their trip into the village.

Would you mind putting these

in the car? Thank you.

Kids, look! A choir.

They're orphans, like us!

Yeah, but you have me.

Both of you do.

Next stop... Christmas tree lot!

Come on, Milo, come on.

- What's that?

- It's a barrel organ.

Look at all the Christmas trees!

I'll tell you what. Why don't you go in

and pick up the prettiest one on the lot?

- Come on, Milo.

- That's all right.

- Why don't you help us pick out a really cool one?

- No, I'm just gonna hang back here.

Come on, Aunt Jules.

Aunt Jules, I found the tree!

That's a pretty one.

Yo, you just hit me!

Why don't we get

this beauty back to the castle?

Hey, I'm talking to you. What's wrong with you?

Say you're sorry!

Milo!

We need some ice.

Sit!

Oh dear, shiner!

He got in a fight.

- Don't speak.

- I don't get why you're so freaked out.

You flattened a Christmas

shopper, attacked an orphan boy

and disrupted a Christmas

concert conducted by a nun!

My word!

Sorry.

Something to tell the grandchildren, eh?

- Where did you get that, Floyd?

- Miss Daly, sir.

- How did the children find the village?

- Don't ask, they're with Paisley.

Your tree went this way.

- How was the hunt?

- Why do you say it like that?

- I'm not a champion of torturing innocent foxes.

- That makes two of us.

What do you mean?

I find fox hunting cruel and barbaric,

which is why I applicated the ban on hunting them.

- Well then, what were you hunting?

- A man.

- A man?

- Yes.

Dragging a fake scent.

It's called a drag hunt.

I'm sorry. I guess that news

didn't make the Buffalo sports pages.

Ashton and I aren't formally engaged,

but we will be. Any day now.

- Hello there! Who are you?

- Jules, this is my friend Thomas.

- Has Ashton been behaving?

- Like a prince.

Better, after all, he is one.

- You're not really a prince, are you?

- I am.

- No... But...

- The title comes from my mother's side.

- Are you joining us for tea?

- Of course she is.

- Look what I found! An American.

- Hi.

Hello, darling.

Jules, this is Lady Arabella

Marchand du Belmont.

- Great name.

- You mean title.

She's also my sister,

but doesn't like to admit it.

Ah, sandwiches.

They look yummy!

- What are they?

- Cress and cucumber.

- Don't they have proper tea where you're from?

- More like hot wings and a bottle of bud.

Definitely not served

on a plate like this.

Actually, it's a hand-painted

sandwich tray by Louis Bilton.

- You mean by Christopher Laundry?

- No, I mean Louis Bilton.

My mistake.

- Miss Daly, we found the boxes.

- They found the boxes.

I'm really sorry, I gotta run.

It was lovely meeting you all.

Thanks for the sandwiches.

Louis Bilton, you say.

Let's have a look.

- Well, sis, I'm afraid it's one for the Americans.

- Darling!

Look at this! These are beautiful,

Floyd, thank you!

- Those decorations are off-limits.

- Why?

His Grace would never approve.

And take this monstrous tree

back where it came from!

You're kidding, right?

It's Christmas!

You're not kidding.

Can't you let it slide, just this once?

You don't slide around at Castlebury Hall.

- Mrs Birch, do you have kids?

- No.

- Nieces or nephews?

- No.

But you were a kid once, right?

How can you deny two children

a tree at Christmas?

Don't you remember

what it was like?

It was a miserable childhood.

I never had a happy Christmas.

One year I actually got

a lump of coal in my stocking!

- That's terrible!

- No little girl deserves that!

I might have, but still ...

Alright!

- I'm ready!

- That's the spirit, Mrs. Birch!

First decoration on... done!

- Second one!

I don't understand why

we have to use the back entrance

every time we go on a hunt.

- You know how father feels about muddy boots.

- I think it's silly.

So darling, remember that we have lunch

this weekend with my parents at the club.

I wouldn't miss it.

Milo, come back here!

- Look out!

- Stop, my purse, stop!

- I'm terribly sorry, sir, it's all my fault.

- Are you all right?

It's all right, Paisley.

Everyone's all right.

Apart from my demolished

brand-new handbag.

You know, Ashton, I'd keep a close eye

on that boy if I were you.

Completely out of control.

- Come on, Thomas.

- Bye, Thomas.

- You're gonna tell me which one of you two started this?

- He did it.

I guess I did.

Sorry, Maddie.

It's okay.

Now we're friends here,

why don't you two help Paisley with his chores?

- Chores?

- Yes.

- Feeding the Shetland ponies.

- Ponies?

- It's a splendid idea. Come along, children!

Let's go find some carrots.

- I love ponies.

- Thank you.

- Don't mention. After you.

Now that's a tree.

- Isn't it pretty?

- Very pretty.

- You wanna help?

- I'd love to.

I warn you, I've no

idea what I'm doing.

That's okay. There's no wrong

way to decorate a Christmas tree.

- Higher.

- Higher?

You're taller, so

I might as well use you.

- Higher?

- Yeah.

- It's fine. Thank you. Beautiful.

- Perfect.

- This is a change.

- A happy one.

Can we help decorate?

This is the biggest tree

we've ever had.

I know. Aunt Jules had to use

her emergency credit card to buy it.

I didn't know that one still worked.

Look at that.

- Father's favorite ornament.

- Pretty!

What is this?

It's a Christmas tree, Father.

I can see that,

I'm not a bloody idiot.

- Where did it come from?

- I bought it.

I expressly told you,

I do not want!

Here, Grandfather, we saved

the prettiest one for you.

Ashton said it's your favorite.

He did, did he?

Do you remember it?

Yes, I remember it.

My older brother and I were

each given one at Christmas.

I broke mine.

Oh, I cried.

He gave me his.

- I thought it was lost forever.

- There's a special place for it right over here.

Thank you, Jules.

It is a lovely tree.

You're welcome.

But it really was a team effort.

Come on, Edward. There's still

plenty of tree left to decorate.

The staff can take care of that.

It's one of the best parts about Christmas.

The family, all decorating

the tree together.

Come and join us, Father.

You're right, my dear.

- He's enjoying himself.

- I know!

- He's still having a hard time?

- Yeah. I wish there was something I could do.

Leave it with me.

I'm sleeping!

Morning. Meet me on

the terrace lawn in fifteen minutes.

Is that an order?

It's a request.

- Great.

- Your turn.

- Which is your dominant eye?

- Don't know, don't care.

- This is stupid, I'm going back to bed.

- Milo!

I can help you. Please.

Pick up the bow.

Left side facing it.

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