The Prince & Me II: The Royal Wedding Page #6

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about you and me.

What idea is that?

That we're involved.

Which we're not.

No.

Definitely not.

Because you hate me.

Yes, very much.

What? What's wrong?

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Which is why I am going

to walk you to your door...

and bid you good night.

He's been like this

since I got here yesterday.

- Give it back!

- Back off, Clearasil!

- Stop.

- You stop.

I'm studying.

Eddie, finals are coming up.

You need to be serious.

I am serious. OK, I will study.

OK. I am. I am.

Study.

No. Stop.

God, I've read the same

sentence 15 times.

Come with me.

- Oh, my God!

- Your Highness,

- is she your new girlfriend?

- Go! Go!

- What's her name?

- This is great!

Prince Edvard, is this what

you've been doing?

Here! This way!

- Come on, hurry!

- Prince Edvard!

- Hurry, hurry!

- Over here!

Stop! Stop! Your Highness!

Prince Edvard, look over here!

- Prince Edvard!

- What is up?

- Go down the stairs.

- OK, OK.

- Over here, Prince Edvard!

- This way!

- What's her name?

- Hurry!

I think we have it.

What the hell was that? Why were

they calling you Prince Edvard?

Because that's my name.

What? That's crazy!

You're a prince and that's why

they were taking photos of us?

Yes.

Are there a lot of princes where

you're from, or are you kind of it?

I'm it.

- You must be freezing. Let's get you...

- You lied to me!

No, I didn't lie to you. I just didn't want

to be Prince Edvard for once in my life.

I never should have started this.

You are exactly the kind of distraction

I was trying to avoid.

Are those pictures gonna

be in the newspaper?

- Yes. Lots of them.

- Are you sure?

Yes. This isn't my first indiscretion.

I'm... I'm sorry.

- Paige, wait.

- Stay away from me.

- I love you.

- You love me?

Why should I believe that?

- You were just pretending.

- No, I wasn't pretending.

No, I wasn't pretending!

Outside! I said, outside!

- Outside!

- Right over here.

- I will not tell you again!

- I'm so sorry.

Let's go to work.

Eddie, I think this may be for you.

- Hello?

- Soren, put Edvard on the line.

One moment, Your Majesty.

Hello?

- Edvard.

- Hello, Mother.

Edvard, you have

to come home now.

For your father's sake.

He's very ill.

Lady Macbeth may have

convinced him to kill Duncan,

but he knew it was his fate

long before she even tried.

Destiny is not something

that you can fight against.

But what about circumstance?

Take Othello, for instance.

Was Othello fated to kill Desdemona,

or did lago create the circumstance?

I think it's both. On the surface,

lago is the bad guy.

But if we look closer, we see

that the crack lago exploited

- was of Othello's own making.

- But still, Othello made choices.

Bad ones.

Othello had love, but he

chose not to listen to his heart.

Love doesn't come around every day,

and when it does,

you gotta grab it and hold on.

I mean, they could've lived

happily ever after.

I know that that's

a corny schoolgirl fantasy...

but what if the fantasy

actually became true and...

What if there really

is a handsome prince?

- Miss Morgan...

- But he's a really good kisser.

And...

- What if you just know you're in love?

- Miss Morgan...

And all the things you thought were

important don't matter anymore,

because the most important

thing is to be with him.

- Miss Morgan.

- Then it's not some silly fantasy.

It's actually real.

I mean, don't you think those

two people should be together?

- Yes.

- Yes.

Yes.

I do too.

Hi. Where's Eddie?

Oh, you mean Prince Ate-My-

Triscuits-and-Didn't-Replace-Them?

He left after his last final.

Someone dropped

that off for you.

- Where are you going?

- Denmark.

- Why?

- It's in the note.

The sun itself sees not

Till heaven clears

Still not really getting it here, Paige.

You've got to look

underneath the surface.

So you're just gonna show up

at some castle in Denmark,

- knock on the door and ask for Eddie?

- I don't know what I'm going to do.

I've never felt this way before.

My stomach is all in knots.

Sounds like you're in love.

I'm not thinking like

a sane person right now.

I just know that if I don't see him,

I'll spend the rest of my life wondering.

- So 310 on this one.

- Two sixty on this one.

- One thirty-seven on this one.

- And 700 on this one.

What?

Daddy.

Oh, thank you.

Excuse me, what's that building

over there?

This is the old stock exchange.

You see on the roof?

You know, that's dragons

twisting their tails.

Yeah, we're stuck here until it's over.

- Until what's over?

- The parade.

Every time the royal family

steps out of the house, you know,

- they close down half the city.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- You know, it's OK.

I'll just get out here.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Long live the queen!

Eddie!

Eddie!

Eddie!

Eddie! Eddie!

Eddie!

Eddie! Eddie!

- It's Paige Morgan!

- Paige Morgan?

- Paige Morgan?

- Paige Morgan.

Look, there's Paige Morgan

from the newspaper!

Hi.

- Paige! Paige! Paige! Paige!

- Eddie, it's Paige Morgan!

Paige Morgan!

Eddie! Eddie!

His Royal Highness,

the crown prince, and a guest.

- Just wait here.

- OK.

Hi.

I now proclaim this session

of Parliament open.

Let's go.

- Oh, no.

- What?

You didn't tell me you lived

with your parents.

- Hi.

- My word.

- Miss Paige.

- Soren!

Oh, hugging the help?

You're going to fit in

very well around here.

Right. I will see you

in a moment.

And Soren will show you

where to go.

- May I?

- Absolutely.

My pleasure.

This is the south courtyard.

You, of course,

came through the private gate.

- Hi.

- Miss Paige.

Right. Hi.

This is where we keep the mops.

- Absolutely not!

- I love her and she loves me.

- Absolutely not!

- I love her and she loves me.

- And we will do as we please.

- Oh, love.

And when has it ever

been about that?

It has taken us a lot to get

where we are today.

All we want is to be together.

It has taken you a lot to get

to where you are?

It has taken us 1200 years

to get to where we are.

In a few weeks' time,

you will ascend the throne as king,

and I will let nothing

stand in the way of that.

Certainly not some tawdry little affair

with a gold-digging American girl

who dreams of becoming

the next Princess Di.

Mother, you cannot tell me whom

to love and how to live my life.

Edvard, I am sure she

has outstanding qualities.

But once the news of your father's

illness becomes public,

the people will

require reassurance.

Yes, and I will proudly

and confidently ascend the throne.

- Good.

- As soon as you allow me

to choose my own bride.

Out of the question.

She is a commoner.

Well, then I hope you think

that Arabella is fit to be the queen

at the age of 12.

Oh, no, I'm forgetting

about Nestor.

Oh, don't threaten us!

Cousin Bartholomew's

idiot son, Nestor.

The 47-year-old virgin in diapers.

Oh, the people will rejoice.

Enough!

Edvard, you will be

the next king of Denmark.

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