The Royals

# THE ROLLING STONES: Gimme Shelter

You also have a fitting for the garden party.

Followed by the charity photo-shoot.

And Sir Elton John would like to pop around and say hello.

Pop around and say hello?

You give someone a title, and they treat the place like a Starbucks.

Quite. The Queen is unfortunately indisposed.

- Now, at half-past twelve... - Just give me the book, Lucius.

Are you ready, Your Majesty?

Of course, I'm ready. I'm the Queen Of England.

When am I not ready?

# Yeah, a storm is threatening

# My very life today

# If I don't get some shelter

# Lord, I'm gonna fade away...

Yes, of course, get on with it.

- Really, what's the point? - (Shouting)

It's a race, you idiot!

Oooh!

I mean, it's a race, you idiot, Your Royal Highness.

It's a race. True enough.

But some things in life are meant to be savored.

A cold drink.

Time with your mates.

The woman in your bed.

That feels good.

Let me ask you something.

You know, could we go somewhere without them?

Sorry. What did you have in mind?

Paris?

I was thinking more like your bed.

I like that even better.

But...

- Can we really go to Paris? - Sure.

My sister's there right now.

# NATALIA KILLS: Problem

# Sweat, dripping down your chest

# Thinking 'bout your tattooed knuckles on my thigh

# Boy, boy, boy

# Cold shower You got no power to control

# How I make you my toy, toy, toy...

Bitch, your coked-up ass better curtsy.

- Do we like them? - No.

# But you know what they say about me

# That girl is a problem Girl is a problem

# Girl is a problem problem

# Oh, baby, you so bad, boy

# Drive me mad, boy

# But you don't care when they say about me

# That girl is a problem Girl is a problem

# Girl is a problem problem

# I got your name hanging from my chain

# Don't you wanna claim my body like a vandal?

# You got the cure underneath your shirt

# Don't you wanna save this dirty little damsel?

# Got my mink coat falling on the motel floor

# You're on the bed wolf whistling louder louder

# Your lips smudging all my make-up

# Kicking both my heels off Come and pin me down

# I'm your dream girl This is real love

# But you know what they say about me

# That girl is a problem Girl is a problem

# Girl is a problem problem

# Oh, baby, you so bad, boy

# Drive me mad, boy

# But you don't care when they say about me

# That girl is a problem Girl is a problem

# Girl is a problem problem

Your Majesty?

My God, Truman. What else did she do?

I can't imagine it can get any worse.

It's not your daughter, sir.

It's your son.

I'm afraid it is worse.

# PANAMA: Always

# And you, such a fearless soul

Prince Liam?

Marcus.

You're supposed to guard me, not scare the hell out of me.

You need to return to the palace, Your Highness.

- Why? What's going on? - You too, Ophelia.

# Always

# I remember you

# Slow down

# And try to tell the truth

Mom?

"Eleanorgy."

"Flash Dance."

"Royal Beaver."

My daughter, the Princess, behaving like a common whore.

But go on, amuse me. Explain this latest disgrace.

But, please, Eleanor, make it original this time.

Robert's dead, Mom.

# Always

# I remember you

# Slow down

'I'll never forget the look on his face.

The bewildered boy who had just lost his brother.

And in the same moment...

had become the future King Of England.'

'It is with heavy hearts that we now have confirmation

that His Royal Highness Prince Robert is gone.

Confirmation was made just...'

'..first-born son of King Simon and Queen Helena,

Prince Robert was a fascinating combination...'

'And the Palace remains secure,

yet tragically silent.'

The body is where? And he won't be moved, right?

Military protocol's in our favor.

It's imperative things remain anonymous.

Fiona will handle press, I'll personally escort the body.

Yeah. I'm on my way.

How'd it happen?

We're still gathering information.

Is that the truth from my father,

or the official response from the King's Head of Security?

The truth from your father.

The same father who went to your room to find your bed empty,

which can't be said for the Prince's bed.

A fact I had to learn from one of my men.

I know. Just don't take it out on Marcus, okay? He didn't know.

When the Queen asks her Head of Security why he can't control his own daughter,

what would you like me to say?

I don't know. You could tell her that your normally responsible daughter

got drunk on gin and tonic - mostly gin -

and had irresponsible but protected sex with her son.

And is very much ashamed of herself.

I'm an employee, Ophelia.

We live here under an unspoken code of distance and division.

A code you must have forgotten,

otherwise you wouldn't have been up all night drinking gin

and having illicit sex with the future King of England.

You're absolutely right. I'm sorry.

And I'm sorry about Robert.

I'm disappointed in you. Go to class.

Oh. I'm glad you're using protection.

Dad?

Could you never say that again, please?

And you forgot your phone.

I owed him a call.

Last night I promised I'd call him, but...

They're gonna come now. All of them.

Maybe do Mom a favor and wear some knickers.

Mom can piss off.

Maybe do Dad a favor then.

It's good to see you, Len.

Robert loved you most.

Hey.

This sucks, huh?

Oh, no!

Oh, my God. I'm never flying commercial again.

- Where's our plane? - It's redic.

It's recock.

Saw your fanny on the front page, Len.

- Well done, you. - Yeah, but how many people read the tabs, anyway?

Like, three million?

I mean, that's less than what's seen your bits anyway.

- Yadda, yadda, yadda. - Whatever.

- Oh, God... - Sorry about Bobby.

Yeah. Like, no fair.

- So, is our father about? - That neglectful tosser.

# All my strength is gone

# I don't know what you want

Marcus said you wanted to see me?

Erm... Please, sit.

How do you like your tea?

I like it when it's called coffee.

Iced dirty chai with soy.

I know those are words, but I have no idea what they mean.

Last year when my mom died,

people didn't really know what to say or do.

But it was always nice when they tried.

I just wanted to say that I'm sorry about Robert.

He seemed like a wonderful person.

He was.

It's a bit mad around here now, so...

I just wanted to say, about last night, it was...

- It's fine. - I didn't know who you were.

When Marcus recognized you I realized it was you...

It's okay. I didn't know who you were either.

So, you're funny.

I haven't been back that long,

and even though we live in the same palace,

it doesn't mean we live in the same world.

Besides, my dad would prefer to keep things quiet.

Was he upset when he found out?

A little. But I knew what I was doing.

Does the Queen know?

The Queen knows everything.

Helena. Don't go.

When a mother loses her first-born son...

..I believe she's allowed to grieve.

Not when she's the Queen.

And so the world gathers to pay their respects

and say goodbye to Prince Robert,

taken suddenly and far too soon at the age of 23.

Charismatic. Compassionate.

Robert was Britain's beloved son,

and he, like all the Royals, loved the people with all his heart.

God, how I loathe those people.