Kings

Don't go!

Don't go.

Don't go.

There are days when things must be right.

Today things must be perfect.

They come, as we speak, our enemy,

and we must treat them as friends.

Processional, signing, reception.

Every detail has been carefully chosen, and details count.

Seating charts can alter the course of delicate history,

battles lost for want of a dessert spoon.

We can change the world today...

so long as we provide perfection.

The day's beginning, sir.

And a good day it will be.

Feeling luckier already.

Two inches from the King's coffee.

Mind the eaves.

They've reached Shiloh.

- That one's fine. - Fine is for every other day.

- If today goes as it should... - As it will.

Some photographer's gonna snap the picture

to keep the memory of the day you made peace with the implacable,

and i'll be damned if in it your tie is just fine.

They're going to sign. You did it.

- Without any reverend. - That's right. All by yourself.

You were right about Shepherd.

He's a bad omen.

We have a chance at peace finally. Anything goes wrong,

we could be plunged back into the black of war.

Take him out.

Today might not be the best time.

As soon as the treaty's signed.

Use your best.

Order given. Radio silent.

Nervous people challenging my assumptions.

Hanson, you look two steps off awful.

- Treaty looks good, though. - Thank you, sir.

- Pencils, Perry? - Sharp, sir.

Relations between Gath and Gilboa are historically contentious,

going back to the previous century

but since the end of hostilities at the front...

Sleep well?

- How was breakfast? - Pay attention.

Forward march!

Detail...

Halt!

So...

do we shake hands?

Or shall we wait till there's something to shake over?

Good thought.

Join hands over things acomplished, not intended.

Two pens, one paper.

We are close, gentlemen.

We sign our names, we shake hands,

and future ghosts know us for our contributions, not our wars.

Who's in?

Never before has so much hope pinned on one crucial moment.

Mom, you made it.

Come on in. They're about to sign.

Let's just get down to veteran's affairs and get Eli's check

- so I can get back home. - We will. You just got here.

You should see this.

- This is what Eli died for. - We have every indication

this treaty will be treated not only as a permanent truce

between the countries

but as an opportunity to open up the borders to trade.

We need to review the treaty first.

I assure you the treaty is as we last left it,

every word consistent.

Just a moment. Before all that...

Where's your captain, David Shepherd?

I'd like to meet the man who offered the peace we accepted.

- He's not here? - I'm afraid not.

We were of a mind to security.

Entry limited to only the essential.

Given the scope of the agreement, which includes...

- They're not signing. - It was your brother's sacrifice

that got them there. Now we get to watch them squander it.

You don't have to do this, David...

staying in Shiloh.

I'm not coming home, mom. Not yet.

You have your family, your press.

If we are to sign, he should be here as well,

don't you think?

We'll gladly wait.

- Not certain what's going on... - Why aren't they signing?

You juste a one boy

What good can you do here against all that?

Conversation that Bill tried to pick up between our King and Gath premier Shaw.

- Okay, it looks like... - It's the peace talks.

They're asking for me.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

- It's the King. - David, wait.

Don't go.

I have to.

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Go away!

No. They're not shooin'.

Thomasina's gonna be mad.

I hate when she gets mad.

Five days, no break, no sleep.

But he gets to lunch with the premier.

You're going to table. Five-course meal. Napkin in lap. Bread on your left.

White wine, red wine, water goblet.

The King always grabs the wrong glass. So if you're sitting on his right,

expect not to have one. Silverware...

Start from the outside, move in.

Understand, we are far from finished.

- Do nothing to screw this up. - These are volatile people.

You can give them no excuse to take offense.

You just keep getting into trouble.

I'm trying to memorize goblet order, and all I can think about is my mom.

She's in Shiloh today. My brother.

I know some people in veteran's affairs.

Maybe I can get someone to help her, walk her through it.

Don't worry.

Think you're ready for this?

He's ready enough.

Sir, what you've done today,

getting Gath here to sign for peace,

- if there's anything I can do... - Being king means never

- sleeping through the night. - An old enemy said that

before I had him executed.

People ask how I cope with all the responsibilities,

millions of souls relying on all the good air in my lungs.

It's an easy secret.

Every day I look for signs in my life

and try to read into them God's intentions.

Take a good look at your life right now, captain,

and think hard.

What does God want you to do today?

To shut the hell up.

There's hope yet.

Premier Shaw,

captain Shepherd.

The hero of Gilboa, slayer of tanks.

I imagined a giant.

Sir.

All i've seen in my life... I'm not often moved.

You did a rare thing.

I'm sorry, sir. You have no seat.

- That's not possible. - I'm sorry, sir. It's the case.

- It's the seating chart. - Then change it. Go ask the queen.

The queen spoke plain.

No more changes.

Not invited to table? The crown prince?

Just offering my regrets.

State luncheons... I have better things to do.

David told me you were here.

He wanted to be here himself, but he was called away.

I'm a friend of his.

He told me why you've come.

I'm so sorry about your son.

I know the where tape can be sticky here.

I just wanted to see if I could make anything easier for you.

I can see why he likes you.

If you really wanna help me, help me get David back home.

I know you think he doesn't belong here...

I don't want him to leave because he doesn't belong.

I'm scared he does.

He's my son.

I knew before anyone he was born different.

In the caul. Seven sons, a mother knows.

This one... you protect from what wants to happen.

He has a destiny in him.

People with destinies... things don't go well for them.

They die old and unhappy

or young and unfinished.

Not for him.

Looks to be enjoying himself. May be a partner after all.

I'm not so sure about him.

I don't think general Mallick much wants to be here.

And what about you, captain?

What do you think about our treaty?

Do you believe your people are willing to accept sacrificing

to their hated enemy?

I want to hear a simple soldier's opinion.

Is your country ready for peace?

To be honest, I was instructed not to speak

for fear of saying something stupid and jeopardizing the treaty.

It's that important to everyone here, and it's that important to me.

My brother died,

and this treaty is the only thing that can give that any meaning, so...

if it's not too rude,

I'm, gonna follow my orders for once...

keep my mouth shut and just try to use the right glass.

He's proving useful after all.

Stay the order?

When we leave, wherever he stands, he dies.

Yes, sir.

- That's not going to work - It will, don't bother.

You give up, I don't. Tha't the difference about us.

You're scared of Thomasina, that's the difference.

Master of the birds!

Sometimes you should maybe listen to me.