King of the Belgians Page #3

sire.

- I'm in the third, Ludovic.

- Excuse me.

Death by turtle,

not a way to go.

His royal reflexes

spared the fellow.

But our vehicle had

bitten the dust.

So here we were.

In the middle of Bulgarian nowhere.

No maps, no phones,

not a soul in sight.

Just the sky watching us.

My dear fellow citizens.

In these difficult times...

or foreign...

and under this mysterious sky...

we must be humble.

I like it.

I have to address myself

more to the people.

Yeah, maybe.

Since when do you advise

the king, Carlos?

Since he asks for my opinion?

My dear Carlos.

I have three university degrees and

three positions as an ambassador

and almost nine years in service of the

king, let me please advise the king.

Mr. Moreau.

I have my helicopter license.

I was scout chief for five years.

And I can stay under watar

for three minutes.

I see that Belgium's suffering

is the least of your worries.

Well, enough being envy.

Let's go.

Mr. Lloyd, enough waiting.

Let's go.

What do you think, Ludovic?

Do you have any suggestions?

No, that's fine, sire.

I think linking heaven to the present

situation of our country...

It's a good comparison.

It's not too much...

How do we say that?

- We continue?

- Sure.

- So, Louise, who's the lucky guy?

- Pardon?

The ring.

If you really want to know it.

It's Pierre-Armand.

Let me guess. French and you've

known him from law school, right?

- Did you dig around into my past?

- It's all online, darling.

- So, tell me about this Pierre-Antoine?

- No, Pierre-Armand.

- And I'm not your darling, Mr. Loyd.

- Just call me Duncan.

Give me that.

Hey, stop.

We have to go to Sofia.

- Sofia?

- Yes.

- I'll help you.

- We can go?

Let's go.

- I'm Nicolas.

- Nicolas?

- I am Yuri Angelou.

- Angelou.

- Angelou like angel.

- Like angel.

Let's go, but be careful

with my babies.

Wait.

Slow down.

All right?

An angel had come to our rescue,

wearing enough fruit for us all.

I moved to the countryside,

in nature, and I found myself.

- Now I am very strong, very strong.

- I see.

Touch.

They are melons.

I trust fruit.

Melons?

And so on...

Through out the night,

the king and the angel

muzed about the business

of watermelons,

about the future of Europe

and the nature of happiness.

And now?

We will find a way to arrive

at the next embassy in Belgrade.

First we find a bathroom.

Personally, I really need to

recharge the batteries.

What we really need now is food.

- What do you want, Louise?

- All fine, come you wish, sire.

- Kebab is fine for you?

- Perfect.

- Your Majesty. Good morning.

- Mr. Bulet.

Mr Moreau, I recommend

you all eat quickly.

I'm here to escort you

back to Istanbul.

Excuse me, but an escort to Brussels

would be more appreciated.

Mr Moreau, let's avoid

an unnecessary scandal.

Mr. Bulut, I believe that you are

beyond your jurisdiction.

A royal on the round is not going to

jeopardize Turkey joining Europe.

- I understand your concerns...

- And I do not intend to lose my job now,

after thirty years

of loyal service.

This doesn't concern you,

Bulgarian people.

Back. Back.

Louise!

Come on, let's go!

- What is going on?

- The Turks!

Our suitcases!

Ludovic, the passports?

I have the passports with me!

Where is your house?

My house is in Belgium.

In Belgium.

Brussels.

And your house?

Where is your house?

- Sofia.

- Sofia?

Yes, we are from Sofia.

This means we are more

or less in this region.

We left somewhere here.

I see, we are headed there, we are

not far from the Serbian border.

Mr. Lloyd?

Mr. Lloyd?

- It seems we're with the jury.

- A jury?

A jury, yes, a yogurt jury.

We have to go.

We have to go now.

I am sorry, but...

Okay.

Okay, okay.

- Okay, no problem.

- Thank you for everything...

- It was very nice.

- No problem.

- Don't worry.

- No, no...

Be happy,

we support you.

- Goodbye everybody, ladies and gentlemen.

- Thanks for everything.

Thank you for the bus.

Nicolas.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Thank you.

I have to go.

I have to go back to Brussels.

Bye-bye Victoria.

So you are the mayor of

this nice beautiful town?

Well, I have no other option,

so I'm the mayor.

It is a big responsibility because

I love these people and I care for them.

I want...

they, to be happy.

It is very difficult to understand

what the happiness is.

It's not conditional. You can not say

I will be happy if I have this...

When you say if,

you are not happy already.

That's why here we're all

happy without if.

I heard from somebody here

in this beautiful village

that you were a stuntman.

Yeah, I was stuntman, stunt coordinator,

but this is one of my professions.

I'm black belt in karate and

fourth degree of Shotokan.

I have...

I'm a scuba diving instructor.

I am the first Bulgarian

to swim the English Channel.

You know where is the English Channel?

Between England and France.

But I... I never saw

a mayor barefoot.

Once in a while, when

I go in the capital.

I put sandals or shoes.

But I go barefoot in the winter also,

even in the snow and rain.

The feet are very far from my head

so I don't have to think about it.

- Thank you, thank you very much, Mr. Mayor.

- Thank you for your hospitality.

- Thank you and God bless you.

- Thank you very much.

This was...

Belgian television in Bulgaria.

Carlos?

Sire?

Do you believe in

the kingdom?

I believe in you.

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...

of 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 the time.

- We will have a little while we return.

- Yes, but...

as soon as we arrive...

The Prime Minister

will never accept it

without consulting 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.

They don't have much here.

And it's even...

That must be the Serbian border.

You better leave this for me.

Sire?

You really don't want protocol

to slow us down, do you?

No protocol, Ludovic.

Carlos, take the camera.

- Hello.

- Passports, please.

Good morning.

- So, are your Serbian phones working?

- No phones.

- What's really the welcome concert?

- It's Serbia's dance campaign.

The government wants foreigners to have

a positive image of Serbia.

Go for a walk.

You look so familiar.

It looks like Miss Serbia 2005.

2006 actually, and only for one month

because Miss selection was in May

and in June Montenegro

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