The Prince & Me 3: A Royal Honeymoon Page #4

Well, the Speaker seems inclined.

Some are shortsighted, but...

once we have the prince behind us,

Parliament will fall in line.

Speaking of which,

look what Marcellus found for you.

Great.

Let's go and talk to the prince.

(traditional local music playing)

Bravo!

- WOMAN #1:
Merry Christmas!

- WOMAN #2:
Happy holidays!

(low) Wait. Stay there

and don't move your muscles.

(sounds fanfare)

Their Royal Majesties,

King Edvard and Queen Paige.

(applause)

It's going to be a great party.

Hey, guys.

Wow. You look... gorgeous.

Just like prom, huh?

You 'll be happy to hear,

I called in all my chips,

even saw one of my friends

from BBC Nature checking in already.

Thank you, Scott.

Your help is appreciated.

Your Majesties, Prince Georgiev

would like you to join him at his table.

Of course, Oliver, thank you.

Would you excuse us, Scott.

Oh, yeah.

Actually, Your Majesty, I have arranged it

so that your friend can join us.

Cool!

Thanks.

Lovely.

Scott.

(whispering)

Okay. Sure.

What was that?

I was just saying

that tonight is off the record.

You know, no reporting.

Good thinking.

So, you went to the prom

with this guy.

Forget about Scott.

Focus on the prince.

Yeah, but prom, isn't that...

sig... significant?

The prince.

We need his support.

Right. Later we'll talk

about this prom business.

Yes.

May I present King Edvard

and Queen Paige of Denmark.

The Honorable

Prince Georgiev III of Belavia.

My Queen, a word of caution.

Local custom requires that women

avert their eyes from the prince.

Why?

It's a custom hundreds

of years old. Protocol.

Your Highness, I need to speak

to you about the nature preserve.

We love...

We love Belavia, Your Highness.

The people have made us

feel very welcome.

Prince Georgiev,

you signed an agreement

with the Danish prime minister

regarding oil rights. Why?

I had no choice.

You gave me no choice.

Sorry. I don't understand.

It is your will,

so Polonius said.

You pretend to be a friend to us.

You 're no friend.

You send here

people like that one,

with bulldozers to destroy

what is best about Belavia.

And what do we get in return?

A pittance.

I give you my word.

I knew nothing about this

before this week.

Yes, of course.

You don't know what your

own government is planning.

Are you calling me a liar?

And am I too a liar sent here

to destroy your country?

I didn't mean to offend Your Majesty.

You didn't offend me.

Lunderstand your position.

My father often dealt with men

who made promises.

They tried to take our farm.

They almost did.

But you are wrong about us.

The king and I have taken on

your cause on our honeymoon,

and if you value your kingdom,

you will listen to him,

because right now he's

the only one who can help you.

- If what you say is true...

- It is.

Then I will listen.

She's a good wife. Smart.

Brilliant.

Yes.

I will be very careful

not to make her angry in the future.

That's probably wise.

I was rude.

Please accept my apology.

I accept.

Perhaps you can

make it up to me with a dance.

It will be an honor, my queen.

(traditional local music playing)

(traditional local music continues)

(music ends; applause)

EDVARD:
So, here it is...

tomorrow I will hold

a press conference

in the preserve

and show the world

what everyone would be losing

if the forest were razed.

You think they'll listen?

The people will,

and so will Parliament.

You have much faith

in your people.

And yours.

Which is why I'd like you standing

next to me at the press conference.

I would be honored.

Thank you, Scott,

for all your help.

No problem.

He's done it. He's going

to save the preserve.

You, um... you really love him,

don't you?

I do.

More than I ever

thought possible.

I should go.

Oh. Okay.

Good night. Thank you.

- Sure.

- For everything.

- OLIVER:
Hello.

- SCOTT:
Whoa.

What are you doing

in my room, man?

- Sorry for the fright, Scott.

- What are you doing here?

How was the party?

Fun time?

From what my aide tells me,

things didn't go all that well.

So tell me, what happened tonight

that was not part of our plan?

What is going on? Hmm?

You told me this was just

about Paige and the king.

My business is not your concern.

You were instructed

to distract them,

to sabotage their

so-called honeymoon.

That's what I paid you for.

That's why I pulled you

out of that small-town paper.

And this...

is the best you can do?

Ahh.

"The king and queen of Denmark

save the life of an 8-year-old."

Yes, I've read it.

Everyone's read it.

It made headlines

all over the world.

And what do you counter

this hero story with, Scott?

Oh. Here it is.

I don't care if he looks silly

on a bloody snowboard.

I'm trying to ruin a man,

not make him blush.

Well, you know what?

I'm not up for this anymore, so...

That was a mistake.

Let me ask you

a question, Scott.

Do I look like a man

to be trifled with?

You have no idea what I've

done to reach my position,

or what I will do to maintain it.

Let me tell you what the consequences

of you reneging on our deal would be.

The queen will learn that

you are in fact not her friend,

but an opportunist

after monetary gain.

I would then make it my business

to destroy any hopes you may have

of becoming an important writer.

And last, but certainly

not least, my friend,

is that note on your mother's farm.

You promised! You promised!

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Yeah.

Good.

Then tomorrow

we up the stakes.

Tomorrow, nothing goes right

for this boy-king.

We must show the world

his incompetence.

Good night.

You will tell no one

that the prime minister is here.

Understood?

Understood?

(knock on door)

Yes?

Good morning, Your Majesty.

Is, um, the king available?

Um... no, he's getting ready.

Can I help you?

(shower running)

Um... no.

Yes. I've arranged your

transportation to the conference.

Whenever you 're ready,

Your Majesty.

Thank you, Oliver.

(water rushing)

EDVARD:
Aaah! Ohhh!

- (objects crashing)

- Eddie?

EDVARD:
Ohh! Aah!

Are you okay?

Ow.

MAN:
There they are.

Here they come.

WOMAN:
Your Majesties, will you

be spending Christmas in Belavia?

Will you really do battle

with Prime Minister Polonius?

I will explain everything

at the press conference. Thank you.

Your Majesty, what happened?

He slipped in the shower.

I didn't slip. I was scalded

by some extremely hot water,

and so I leapt out.

You leapt?

Doesn't matter, does it?

I've got a very,

very good feeling about today,

and I don't want anything to ruin it.

What's the itinerary?

When you arrive

at the nature preserve,

the press and Prince Georgiev

will be waiting.

And here is your transportation...

very environmentally friendly.

- Great.

- Eddie, look who it is.

Thank you, Oliver.

EDVARD:
Hello!

(driver speaking foreign language)

Who's this guy?

(speaking foreign language)

Okay!

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