The Prince & Me 3: A Royal Honeymoon Page #3

(mother and child

speaking foreign language)

PAIGE:
You okay?

Let me see your wrist.

You were, uh...

That was, uh...

that was, uh... really...

(clears throat)

...cool, what you did back there.

Well, it's just what anyone

would have done.

Not anyone.

He's going to be okay...

just a few scrapes and bruises.

You okay, Eddie?

Yeah. I think

a little respite is in order.

Yeah, I think we've had

enough excitement for today.

We'll see you, Scott.

Okay.

Oh, thanks for the lesson.

Yeah.

Anytime.

Oh, Eddie. A wolverine.

They're everywhere here.

This place is wonderful.

You said it covers half the country?

Yes.

- Oh, wow, look.

- (eagle calling)

Lmperial eagle.

Why don't more people

know about this,

this preserve?

Well, Belavia's

an undeveloped country.

It's to their advantage,

in many ways.

Maybe we could help them.

You know,

promote some eco-tourism.

It's a brilliant idea.

Eddie, look.

A deer. Do you think

it'll let us get closer?

I'm sure it wouldn't mind,

if you asked it politely.

Shh. She's onto us.

Where'd she go?

Outwitted by a deer.

She was right here.

What are those doing here?

I don't know.

I'm going to find out.

OLIVER:
I want it razed to the ground.

Not a tree trunk, not a twig,

not a little furry creature left.

Translate that.

- Excuse me.

- What?

(laughing)

Your Majesty.

Your Majesties.

You 're Danish.

Who are you, sir?

Oliver Laertes, Foreign Ministry.

I wish I had known you were coming.

I would have arranged a greeting.

What are you

and all these men doing here?

I'm here to make sure

everything is proceeding as planned.

You must be here

for a surprise inspection.

Inspection of what?

Um... the clearing of the forest.

For what?

To make room for the pipeline.

An oil pipeline?

Who ordered this,

and by what right?

Um... I believe

Prime Minister Polonius has obtained

all rights to the local oil reserves,

with the signed agreement

of the Belavian monarch, of course.

This must be

where he went on his trip.

Let me be clear, Mr. Laertes.

Please. Oliver, Your Majesty.

Oliver.

This endeavor is not the will

of Denmark.

I don't know what

the prime minister thinks he's doing,

but he does not have

the blessing of Parliament,

nor mine.

Where can I get a land line?

Um... the nearest one's in town.

Thank you.

- Oh, and Oliver.

- Yes, Your Majesty?

Don't cut anything down.

Of course not, Your Majesty.

(speed dialing)

(telephone rings)

Yes! Put him on immediately!

Tell him it's Oliver!

MARCELLUS:
Your Majesty,

all day he has been calling... Mr. Soren.

Soren. Talk to me.

Yes. Yes, I understand.

What?

Um, thank you, Soren.

Patch me through

to the prime minister, will you?

- Well?

- It's true.

Polonius is attempting to seize

the land by eminent domain

and has proposed an amendment

to the Conservation Act

in order to allow him to drill for oil.

Can he just do that?

Not just that, he's called an emergency

session in Parliament to vote on it,

three days from now.

But that's Christmas Eve.

He doesn't care.

He... he's running for reelection.

He thinks that this travesty

will clinch it for him.

- SOREN:
Your Majesty.

- What was that?

Oh, he is, is he? Um...

No, that'll be all.

Let me know

if you hear anything else.

He's tied up.

We need to go home, Eddie.

You 'll talk to Parliament.

Yes. I need to speak

to the prince first.

Mr. Soren says that the jet

is standing by.

Unless...

Unless we fight Polonius from here,

right here from Belavia.

We bring the media here,

to the very land

this proposal would destroy.

They would love it.

"Royal couple takes up cause

on honeymoon."

That would also give you

time to see the prince.

But what about your honeymoon?

Paige, I'm sorry.

Eddie, we have the rest of

our lives to be together.

Are we going

to save Belavia or what?

You are an amazing woman.

Let's do it!

(clock chiming)

Pardon me, Your Majesty.

The prince is not available.

Not available?

This is urgent business.

Yes, Your Majesty,

but he was not expecting you.

Are you telling me

he will not see me?

No. No, Your Majesty,

it's simply... he's busy.

But he did instruct me

to invite you and your queen

to our holiday ball tonight.

Holiday ball.

All right. Fine.

Please tell the prince we accept.

I look forward

to speaking to him tonight.

Yes, Your Majesty.

Thank you.

No, that's great, Scott.

As soon as you can, okay?

- Please.

- Of course.

- Paige?

- Eddie.

- How'd it go?

- Was that Scott?

Yes! I ran into him again.

Great news. Soren said that

all the major papers

and television stations

are on their way,

and Scott's been helping out,

making calls to smaller outfits.

That's good news.

What happened?

What did the prince say?

He didn't.

He wouldn't see me.

What? He wouldn't

see you? Why?

I don't know. It's quite clear

something's going on.

You know, I haven't been

refused an audience since...

well, ever.

I've never been refused.

Does he know we only have

two days to stop this thing?

I assume so, but maybe not.

He's invited us to his

holiday ball tonight.

- Have you not heard

from Polonius?

- No.

(Oliver clears throat)

Excuse me, Your Majesties, um,

but I couldn't help overhearing.

If I may.

I am told the prince can be

a rather difficult man.

In what way?

Perhaps a little senile.

It's hard to say.

He does seem to have

a special dislike for the Crown.

Really?

But you will see for yourself.

If there's anything I can do to...

No, Oliver, you can do your part

by staying those bulldozers, okay?

Of course, Your Majesty.

Good day.

What do we do now?

The prince will be here very soon.

I can't wait any longer.

I need to start talking to Parliament.

I've no doubt Polonius

is doing exactly the same.

Marcellus!

I don't care if his phones are busy.

This is my fourth call.

Put me through to him now!

Well, yes, Madame Chairman,

that is exactly the case.

You have my deepest gratitude

for your support.

Good day.

(telephone rings)

Yes?

Mr. Prime Minister.

With all due respect, Your Majesty,

what exactly are you doing

in Belavia?

Well, it's a funny thing.

I, uh, discovered that you

intended to demolish

one of my kingdom's

national treasures

while I was out of town.

Merely a coincidence.

That I doubt,

because I know your tactics.

Do you really think this little

publicity stunt of yours

is going to stop me?

I do, yes.

Don't go to battle

with me, Your Majesty.

You don't have

the stomach for it.

Belavia is under

the protection of the Crown.

You will not destroy it

for political gain.

I will not allow it.

Do you think the people

will thank you

for higher gas prices?

My people care about

more than just gas prices.

Oh, do they?

We'll see about that.

Enjoy your honeymoon.

Your Majesty.

(dial tone)

Polonius?

Yes.

You know, I don't believe

he's very fond of me.

He's been busy

lobbying the legislators

to vote for his measure.

How are we doing?

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