The Prince & Me 3: A Royal Honeymoon Page #5

EDVARD:
Don't know if I like

the look of this fellow.

PAIGE:

Kind of looks like a Mob guy.

- DRIVER:
Okay?

- EDVARD:
Great. Okay.

OLIVER:
Good luck,

Your Majesties. See you there!

EDVARD:
Bye!

(low)

Have fun.

MAN:
Well, I flew straight from Frankfurt.

Couldn't miss this.

Yeah. Yeah,

it's a big deal, I guess.

It is... not every day a king goes up

against his prime minister.

EDVARD:

It's definitely his brother.

Or his cousin.

I think he said it was his dad.

His dad?

Or his son.

Or his son!

It's his dad or his son.

(Paige laughs)

Are we nearly there?

I wonder where they are.

I hope they didn't have an accident.

There.

OLIVER:
Oh!

Brilliant.

Is King Edvard riding in a sleigh?

Apparently.

Excuse me, won't you?

The queen! The queen!

Go! Go!

Oliver, what are you doing?

- Why are we getting off here?

- Excuse me!

I thought it might be better,

Your Majesty. You see...

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

OLIVER:
The monarch...

(horses neigh)

Aah!

Eddie!

PAIGE:
Eddie!

- Eddie!

- Paige!

Somebody help! Eddie!

Eddie!

- Oh, no! Eddie!

- Look out!

Eddie!

(horses neigh)

Look out!

(onlookers shouting)

Eddie, oh!

(grunting)

Eddie! Eddie.

He got some good distance.

Eddie, are you okay?

Yes.

I'm f...

Scott, help me.

OLIVER:
People! People!

May I please have your attention.

Regretfully,

under the circumstances,

we're obliged to cancel

today's press conference.

We look forward to seeing you

once the king recovers.

- SCOTT:
We're coming, Eddie.

- EDVARD:
Face in the snow.

I did not tell you to cancel

the press conference.

You were buried in snow, sir.

I apologize for any misunderstanding.

In less than 18 hours,

Parliament will vote,

and unless Prince Georgiev and I

get in front of those cameras,

this fight is done.

You understand?

I'll get on it right away, sir.

Here. Eddie,

do you want to talk?

No. No, I don't want

to talk about it.

Not now, okay?

Maybe not ever.

(knock on door)

(sighs) Enter.

SCOTT:
Hey, guys.

I just, uh...

I just wanted to check up

on Edvard.

You all right?

Yeah.

No!

Pretty far from all right, actually.

Do you know why?

My shower

attacked me this morning,

I've just been

in a sleigh-riding accident,

and, unless something

drastic happens,

tomorrow afternoon

Parliament will vote

to destroy this country's

nature preserve.

So, nope,

all right is what I am not.

Eddie.

And am I somehow

responsible for all that?

(mouthing silently)

I don't know, are you?

What are you talking about?

I don't know.

You seem to be around

an awful lot, I know that.

Every time I turn around,

there's my wife's

good pal Scotty.

Now, why is that, hmm?

I mean, this is...

my honeymoon, isn't it?

Or at least it's supposed to be.

You know what?

You 're absolutely right.

I'm gonna take off.

- Yeah.

- Bye.

(door opens, closes)

Are you... happy now?

You were just incredibly rude

to my good friend for no reason.

Oh, no reason?

Look at me!

Scott didn't knock you out.

He didn't burn you in the shower.

He didn't wreck the sleigh.

Just because you 're having a bad day

doesn't mean you need to... blah!

Sorry, "bad day"?

Bad...? This isn't a bad day, Paige,

this is a public relations nightmare!

Well, I'm sorry you were

so miserable on our honeymoon!

Well, then maybe

you shouldn't have been spending

so much time with your boyfriend!

Boyfriend? That's...

that's really mature, Eddie.

And just for the record, I wanted

to spend yesterday with my husband,

but you stupid boys

wouldn't stop competing

even though you 've already won!

(mimics her)

(door slams)

I need a drink.

(traditional local music playing)

Thank you.

My pleasure, Your Majesty.

I spoke to Prince Georgiev,

per your instructions.

He would like to sit

down with you in one hour

to discuss the rescheduled

news conference.

Um...

Great.

Excuse me, Your Majesty,

but is something bothering you?

No, I'm fine. Thank you.

Here's the thing, right?

Why is he always hanging around?

Whom are we talking about, sir?

You know, him.

"Eh, Scott!"

The queen's schoolmate.

I know what you 're going to say.

I'm jealous.

That is ridiculous.

I mean, what do I have

to be jealous of?

She's with me!

I mean, we're married.

We live in a castle.

And I'm... I'm...

I'm a good catch, hmm?

Hmm?

For some reason... shh...

this trip, I can't seem

to do anything right.

These beers are strong,

aren't they?

Maybe...

the queen has given you

reason to be jealous?

She'd never do anything to hurt me.

I trust her implicitly.

(snickering)

Such a funny word, isn't it?

What word is that, sir?

"Lmplicitly."

Perhaps...

the relationship they had

is troubling you.

Exactly!

He knows things about her

that I will never know.

What made her laugh as a girl...

what it was like to be her first kiss.

But she's mine now, right?

That's right, Your Majesty.

I'm being so foolish.

I'm going to find her,

and I'm going to tell her

how lucky I am that she's mine.

I'm going to do that...

right now.

(onlookers exclaiming;

camera shutter clicking)

Ah.

Melancholy Dane.

Check, please.

You look pretty out here.

Scott. You scared me.

Sorry.

So I guess I caused you

a lot of trouble, huh?

It's not your fault, um, but...

I don't think we should spend

any more time together.

Hey, hey, hey.

Wait, wait, wait.

I don't know, you know...

seeing you again

after all these years...

reminds me of that last

Christmas we spent together.

Scott.

(chuckles)

Remember?

I remember it was freezing,

and you had to put

your arms around me.

- Yeah.

- No, Scott.

Paige, come on, okay?

Letting you go,

biggest mistake of my life.

I lost you...

and now you 're...

now you 're married to a king.

What am I supposed to do with that?

You 're not supposed

to do anything with it.

You 're living

a little girl's dream, Paige.

It's not your dream.

You never wanted any of this.

You wanted to be a doctor,

and now you 've given it up

for some fantasy.

- It's not you.

- I haven't given anything up.

Wait a minute.

Is that... is that... what this

whole thing has been about,

winning me back?

I thought you were my friend,

and you came here

to try and wreck my marriage.

Scott... why are you here?

I'm here for you, Paige.

I love you.

Leave me alone.

(camera shutter clicks)

Aah!

Jeez, Paige!

What's wrong with you?

You don't understand.

No, no. You need

to stay away from me.

Paige! Paige, I'm sorry!

Well done.

Hey, I'm done.

That's all you 're getting from me.

That's all I need.

It's all I need.

Don't catch cold.

PAIGE:
Oliver?

Just be a moment, madam.

Oliver, what happened?

I believe the king had a few too many...

"mind erasers," I believe they're called.

I just had a beer.

He missed his meeting

with the prince.

The prince was not happy.

That's not like Eddie at all.

Thank you for bringing him home.

It was a pleasure to carry

the leader of my homeland...

over my shoulder.

Paige, are you cross with me?

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