King of the Belgians

Some men go to great heights

to ensure a dazzling legacy.

Most of us just struggle

to get by.

And a random few are

born to be king.

- It's quite a small camera, isn't it?

- It's modern technology, Your Majesty.

It's impressive that one can make movies

with such a small piece of equipment.

- How big is your team, Mr. Lloyd?

- I'm the team. There's just me.

You're perfect. We'll make a nice

portrait of you, do not worry.

Are you still so tired?

Sire, allow me, your speech.

- Mr. Moreau?

- Mr. Lloyd?

I have to adjust His Majesty's

microphone, if I may.

Yes, of course.

The documentary, Our King, must

celebrate our king's competence.

- And professionalization.

- I understand, Your Majesty.

And you must capture his

vitality and his spontaneity.

- Controlled spontaneity.

- Of course.

And the smiles. We need a lot of them.

You're British, that's not bad.

The Belgians, if you were, are socially

to be reminded

that these ongoing conflicts

between Flanders and Wallonia

- are counterproductive.

- Unbearable.

The image of our king is the

one and only unifying force.

- That's why it must be polished.

- Understood, Your Majesty.

- Please, excuse me.

- Please.

Belgium, is it a proper country or

just some geopolitical compromise?

I don't know.

But it does have palace and a king.

And a queen who hired me to make

a promotional documentary about her husband.

Nicolas III,

the King of the Belgians.

Mr. Lloyd, let me remind you the rule

number one, no interviews.

And rule number two,

no improvisations.

Well, I would like to discuss that

at some point.

The contract is very clear, Mr. Lloyd.

Just follow the script, Mr. Lloyd.

Clearly they didn't realize that

I was filming them which gave me hope.

This is the boring bit. I stick to their

script and shoot the king being kingly.

Have you been here before?

This is the first time.

But the scene is necessary to

appreciate this rather unlikely story.

His story, my story.

We will soon be welcoming Turkey

into the embrace

of the European Union.

We, Belgians, being at

the heart of Europe,

will allow this

this momentous occasion

by donating our beloved Mini-Euro Park

to the Turkish people.

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 it

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 8 p.m. Nine courses.

No kebabs?

One, two, three.

Mr. Moreau, if you'll be so kind?

Thank you, and action.

Sire, the press conference will

begin at 11 p.m. at Miniatirk.

Your 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 this well.

- That's right, sire.

Cut, please. Once more.

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 wanted

me to remind you...

to film the speeches from beginning

to end and to catch the smiles.

Shall we do that again?

Sire, the press conference will

begin at 11 p.m. at Miniatirk.

Your speech, sire.

The Prime Minister has

made some changes.

I remember that Turkey's

handshakes are energetic.

Cut.

Perfect.

Now we can go, sire.

Mr. Lloyd, you 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.

It looks like an extension of

Turkey instead of the opposite.

Mr. Moreau, excuse me.

I have been just informed that

our president unfortunately

has further delay.

May we propose to His Majesty

and to the Belgian Ambassador

a short visit of the Miniatirk Park

while we are waiting?

Mr. Moreau, what

about the Atomium?

The Turkish people have a lot to

Mustafa Kemal Atatrk,

the Commander of the Turkish forces

in the Independence War

and the founder of the

Turkish Republic.

And they expressed their gratitude

by building this colossal mausoleum.

Freedom or death.

He was a man with a vision,

wasn't he?

Yes. We all have a great admiration

fo Kemal Atatrk, Your Majesty.

While with his vision, Turkey would

be a very different country today.

This is my last shot of the king

walking around like a puppet in the park.

Breaking news was on its way and

there would be no script to follow anymore.

Ludovic!

Wallonia has declared

its 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.

Of course, I'll handle it

before we arrive in Brussels.

No, Ludovic.

I will write this speech myself.

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.

This has to be included.

Carlos knew I was stealing images on the sly,

but he let me bypass protocol.

I liked Carlos.

Some have a vision.

Others have a dream.

- What does intuition tell you, sire?

- My intuition?

Perhaps this is the time

to show who you really are.

Show your feelings, your humor,

perhaps even your faults.

These defects have already been

largely mentioned by the press.

Nicolas the Silent?

Silence is dignified.

- Let them write what they want.

- Sire.

Sire.

- Louise, did you talk to the Queen?

- I can not talk to the Palace.

- And the Prime Minister?

- Still unreachable.

Does he want to be reached?

- We are ready.

- Carlos, what does he do here?

- Apparently he will not go anywhere.

- Why?

- The situation requires an emergency meeting.

- What the hell is going on?

All flights are grounded

due to a cosmic disturbance.

- Pardon me, a cosmic what?

- A solar storm to be precisely.

The satellites are malfunctioning,

some have even fallen from the sky.

Due to security purposes,

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