The Royals (2015) s01e03 Episode Script

1 If you could have been anything at all, what would you have been? King.
(Gunshot) - I'm Liam's girlfriend.
- Ex-girlfriend.
From now on, Rachel will be your social media adviser.
If we keep having coffee together, it might turn into a real date.
I'm not posh.
I don't speak French.
I've never owned a designer dress in my life.
- None of which matters.
- I think it does.
Hey, Robbie I miss you.
Look out for Liam, though.
I think he's gonna need it.
LIAM: I know I've made mistakes.
I'd give it all up to have Robert back.
I've been told that I might make a great king one day.
Just give me a chance.
Okay.
Now I wake up around four or five Eat, shower and get dressed In about an hour's time Take my vitamins, check my messages And call around to some friends Make plans for dinner and drinks Some time after nine Oh, we're definitely gonna call it in Early tonight I need to dry out and take some time To clear my mind But before you know it I am reconsidering disbanding the Monarchy giving Liam some time to prove himself.
I'm reconsidering some things as well, Your Majesty.
How low Can you go Can you go Before you can't turn around? The Royals 01x03 We Are Pictures, or Mere Beasts You wanna take my heart You wanna do it That is so your move.
I will Babe, you know I will You wanna swim in the sea Well, you will never find a girl like me No, baby, not like me If you're going to be completely preoccupied by another woman, you could at least fake it until I'm gone.
It's complicated.
It always is.
She have anything for you yet? - Who? - Ophelia.
You're texting her to try and find out something to use against me.
I'm not texting Ophelia.
Ophelia has access to Ted who has access to me.
That would be my play.
I'm from Nevada.
I grew up outside Las Vegas.
My parents were grifters and thieves whose hearts were broken when their only son decided to work security in the casinos.
Eventually he became the best there was, they disowned him - not that it mattered - and he wound up in the bed of a princess.
The princess.
And not that I believe you, why did you leave? If you had it so good in Las Vegas.
Because Las Vegas is a goddamn impossible way of life.
So is blackmail.
You have a panic button right there.
All you have to do is press it.
You might have the upper hand right now, Jasper from wherever but what you don't have is permission to be here in the morning, wearing that smug, arrogant, "I win" look on your face.
Now get off.
And get out! Now! Last night was fun.
Let me know what Ophelia finds out.
(Doors shut) (Chatter) (Reporters call out) Ophelia! Over here! (Reporters call out) - Let go of me! - Ophelia, it's me.
- It's Nick.
- Who? Nick Roane from I write the music you rehearse to.
Oh.
Sorry, I I clearly made an impression.
Uh, we better go.
You need a ride? Uh yeah.
I guess I do.
I'm not a stalker, Ophelia.
I have to imagine all stalkers say that before they stalk.
Likely true.
Who are you, anyway? What? I'm You just said To them.
The paps.
It doesn't really matter.
I pretty much just live in my studio and avoid social media.
That's odd.
You're being chased by desperate overweight men with digital cameras, and I'm the odd one? Hop on.
Fantastic.
No, that's great news.
Her Majesty will be pleased.
Goodbye.
Good news.
Tom Ford just personally delivered a few new pieces.
- What's Eleanor wearing? - Whatever she woke up in, I assume.
Minus the knickers.
My predecessors saved Prussia, and I'm posing for London Fashion Week.
- You're promoting British designers.
- Why do I have to wear this? - Someone needs to look royal.
- Ridiculous.
I don't even get to wear Alexander McQueen.
Ah.
Liam.
You look tired, Darling.
Come here.
Mm.
(Sniffs) I smell super model.
Poor Gemma.
- Bonj.
- (Squeals like a cat) Good God.
You can't wear that for the photo-shoot.
What, this? I haven't changed yet.
Mine's supposed to be ironic.
Come on, Frosty.
Liam, I know this is normally the week you feed, but your schedule is exhaustive.
Welcome to the rare air, my son.
If it's any consolation, your father is in a foul mood.
I think you and Liberace might have something to do with that.
Oh, my peacock.
Any news? The seeds you planted at the garden party have flowered nicely.
Chancellor Moody has given an interview extolling the virtues and importance of the Monarchy, now more than ever.
What in God's name did you promise him? Liam's wedding.
And nine billion British pounds.
Front cover? We're trying.
You know they always reserve the cover for some slut in lingerie.
I want the front page.
Let me know when it runs.
This is perfect.
Thank you.
You live in a cheese shop? Uh no.
I just You still think I'm a stalker.
- No I um - It's fine.
It was good to finally talk to you.
I've wanted to.
Thank you.
I appreciate it.
That's what I do.
Well, actually it's not but I'm glad I did.
I'll see you.
Just me.
Classic or avant garde? Either way, you'll look stunning in purple.
It's regal.
It's elegant.
It's - Taken.
- Absolutely not.
You know I'm wearing purple.
You purposely - Bagsy.
- You can't call bagsy.
I can and I did.
I called bagsy on purple.
So purple is mine.
Bagsy.
- Lucius? - Well, um regrettably, there is no higher authority than bagsy, Your Majesty.
Oh, for God's sake.
- The cover? - Page two.
Who got the cover? Another slut in lingerie? Your words, not mine.
Oh! Oh.
" Her Majesty the Queen recently wasted the people's hard-earned money, over 50,000 pounds, on a small batch of overpriced lingerie.
How did they get this? It has to be an inside job.
It certainly was.
It seems their informant is standing in this very room.
Wearing purple.
- Well? - That's for messing with my social media.
At least they photoshopped your face on a younger woman's body, Mother.
Walk away.
Everyone but you.
Go.
Do you think this hurts me? It seems like it somewhat upsets you.
Yes.
It doesn't.
It hurts you.
'Cause when the people read this and when they vote to disband the Monarchy, you're gonna realize that you need this world more than any of us.
Remind me what your talents are, other than ingesting other people's drugs and being young and somewhat attractive? For now.
You do nothing.
You contribute nothing.
And when all this goes away, you're gonna be nothing.
Yes, and you'll be the same.
Only older.
No, I'll be fine.
But we both know you won't be.
Dad, I'm home! (Bleeping) (Typing) What's "bagsy"? Well, you should know, Jasper from Shoreditch.
I mean Nevada.
Bagsy is like "dibs" in America.
So I called bagsy on the color purple so purple is mine.
No matter what.
The purple looks nice, but for what it's worth, you look sexier in black.
Yes, well, that might be worth something if it weren't coming from you, Jasper.
But as it is, it's worth nothing.
Off you go.
So, Princess, still licking your wounds after our little tiff? Far too busy to lick my wounds, Mother.
I have a fashion show to plan.
- You've a what? - A fashion show.
My fashion show.
Which just so happens to be on the same night as your fashion show.
Don't be so ridiculous.
You know my event is the pinnacle of Fashion Week.
You'll be setting yourself up for illicit public scrutiny.
Not to mention global ridicule from the press when your show is less than mine.
Mm.
Unless, of course, it's more than yours which it will be.
You want to call me nothing? You say I have no talent? Okay, well, I guess now we'll see.
Game on, Queen.
- (Phone buzzes) - Oh.
Look.
It's my location scout for my fashion show.
I'll have to take this.
Speak.
I love it.
Yep, best location ever.
Our show's gonna be the talk of Fashion Week.
Excuse me.
- You're late.
- Sorry.
You said you wanted to dedicate yourself to the Monarchy, and you show up drunk and tardy.
I'm not drunk.
I'm hung-over.
And I'm five minutes late because Mom insisted I try on every last Matthew Owens suit in England for the photo-shoot.
- You're wearing Matthew Owens? - Yes.
- What's Cyrus wearing? - Alexander McQueen, I suppose.
Son of a bitch.
They get under my skin your mother and Cyrus.
I can see that.
Tomorrow I want you to accompany me to a meeting with the leader of the antimonarchists.
Why? Those people hate us.
Maybe they hate us, maybe they hate the institution.
Regardless, as in most matters, son, it's important to have both points of view.
I'd like to hear theirs.
I think you should, too.
Now Now we're about to meet the Dragon King of Maruvia.
He's traveled quite a distance to spend a few minutes with us.
The least we can do is be on time.
Your Majesty.
My apologies for keeping you waiting.
Please.
It is an honor to be in your home and a pleasure to see you again.
May I introduce you to my son, His Royal Highness Prince Liam.
- It's a pleasure to meet you, sir.
- The pleasure is mine.
I would like to present you with this handcrafted bow and arrow.
The bow steady and true, like your father.
The arrows strong and sure like the son.
Alone ineffective.
But together undeniable.
Please accept these gifts, and know that your family inspires us all.
Normally, tourists gather here to witness the changing of the guard.
Soon, the fashion world may witness its own changing of the guard, as Her Royal Highness Princess Eleanor looks set to upstage Her Majesty the Queen with her own look at couture British designs, something the global For decades I've been promoting British fashion.
I've made countless designers household names.
Now my spoiled daughter throws a tantrum and it's international news.
Your show takes place in the Palace.
No-one can better that.
Mm.
Perhaps it's time for a change.
Find out where her show is taking place.
See what Tweedledee and Tweedledumbass know.
Ah.
My daughter's security detail.
You wouldn't happen to know where the Princess is having her fashion show? Regrettably no, Your Majesty.
- Your name's Jasper? - Yes, Your Majesty.
Repeat this back to me.
The thieving thief thought he thrilled the throne.
The thieving thief thought he thrilled the throne.
- Where were you raised, Jasper? - Shoreditch, Your Majesty.
Funny.
I don't hear the slightest hint of Shoreditch in your accent.
I had elocution lessons, Ma'am.
Who has elocution lessons? Someone with something to hide.
We all keep our secrets.
But, inevitably, our secrets keep us.
I'll be watching you, bodyguard.
- So this is it, huh? - Hey.
Yeah.
So, what do you think? - And also you can do this.
Hello.
- (Voice echoes) It's not bad.
Yeah, okay, so does that mean we can I don't know, um, be in the Fashion Show? Can I trust you? - Absolutely.
- Well, mostly me.
Fine.
But you two dum dums better pluck, wax and laser everything.
And not a word.
Have a plan? Sorry.
Yeah.
I have these.
Sunglasses.
Mm.
You look like you in large sunglasses.
Maybe try a funny nose and moustache.
Do you have a better idea? Is it okay if I have to make a stop? Laundry can't talk.
Ophelia! (Reporters calling out) - Ophelia! - Ophelia! After this I want you to sit in on my weekly audience with the Prime Minister.
- You'll be riveted.
- (Phone chimes) You'll forgive me if I don't bow.
- No, we won't forgive you.
- Son.
It's disrespectful.
And what have you done that merits my respect, young prince? Apart from make a few headlines and stain the flag? I understand what you stand for and while I disagree with you, I haven't come here to disrespect you.
But as this is Great Britain and you are, in fact, one of its children, you will not disrespect your King.
As you can understand, it's not often the King of England asks to sit down with the very people whose mission it is to end his reign.
We do acknowledge that you're a fine King.
A great King.
A great King.
But, you see, Prince Liam, you advance our argument.
Who we bow down to shouldn't be left to chance or bloodline.
We have the right to choose our own leaders, our own kings.
And when your father is gone, who will be our King? Hm.
You? Appointed.
Not elected.
And with what merit? (Birdsong) Ooh.
That's not entirely uncomfortable.
Oh, quite nice, actually.
All the King's men.
What could you possibly need that for? We're meant to be in Lenny's show.
Modeling what, Ed Hardy butt plugs? - He has a point.
- Just keep going.
Where is the fashion show? (Click) - Oh.
- Dear Dethroned Oh.
We'll need a backstage area over there, and a VIP - Darling.
- What are you doing here? This is the site of my fashion show.
- No, this is the site of my - Bagsy.
You took purple, I take tunnel.
So, now I have a location and you have nothing.
Here we are.
Home sweet cheese shop.
(She laughs) Or I could walk you to the palace.
I Googled you.
Do you know you can use the internet to find all kinds of stuff? - It's amazing, really.
- Welcome to 1996.
What are they saying? They're saying you're a coffee-swilling American who's dating the next King of England.
I'm not American.
Just raised there.
It's not coffee, it's chai.
And we're not dating.
We're just hanging out.
Sounds paparazzi worthy.
Which, if you knew my life, you'd know how completely ridiculous that is.
My father is the King's head of security.
The first time I brought you home, I thought you didn't want me to see your house because you were embarrassed.
Who says I'm not? Normally, this is the moment I'd ask you out, but to be honest, I'm more of a dating not hanging out kind of guy.
It's a problem.
I know.
It's nice, actually.
If you get it all sorted and want to have a proper date, you have my number.
Good luck with the paps.
Our daughter finally dedicates herself to something other than self-sabotage and you pilfer her location as well as her enthusiasm.
Have you not challenged Liam this week? But I haven't competed with him.
Eleanor does her best when she feels her whole life is one great injustice.
She needs a good adversary.
She needs a good mother.
She needs an adversary more.
- (Bubbling) - I don't know how Robert did it.
Maybe he did loads of drugs that we never knew about.
Here.
I have a ton of stuff left on my royal calendar.
I can't get high.
I got news for you, big brother by four minutes.
That calendar is the very reason they invented getting high.
Hit the bong.
You want to.
You need to.
Here's a thought.
Why don't we go out tonight, like old times? Yeah.
I could do that.
Yeah, that's the spirit.
I can tell when you need to get out of your head, especially about Ophelia.
So whatever you did, or whoever you did we'll go out and we'll do something worse and it won't seem so bad.
It's just been one of those weeks, you know.
Yeah.
Of course it has.
It's Fashion Week, you know, which makes everyone horny.
Really? What? This is to forget Ophelia.
- Who? - Well done.
And these are for whatever whore you wake up with tomorrow.
(Laughs) Oh, hello, Gemma.
I heard that and I'm okay with it.
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
You have a problem.
The King and Prince Liam have recently met with the antimonarchists.
- And? - If things develop, you'll know about it.
They trust me.
For now.
Someone's proving himself to be as capable outside the bedroom, as in.
And someone's been to the esthetician.
No use wasting a good bleaching.
Back to the palace, Your Highness? (She scoffs) Nice try.
We're following Liam and Gemma to an after hours.
So blackmail sex will have to wait tonight, Jasper from Nevada.
Or is it Jasper from Shoreditch? Or is it little orphan Jasper from the orphanage in Camden? Oh.
Advantage Eleanor and Ophelia.
(Tires screech) You don't want me to drive, sir? You are not driving my car, Marcus.
So sit back and disappear like you're supposed to.
I'm fine.
And you're fine tonight too, baby.
You look sexy in that suit.
I'll bet you taste sexy, too.
Gemma.
Whoa.
- Just drive the car.
- I don't think this is very prudent, sir.
Gemma, seriously.
Look out! - Are you okay, sir? - I'm fine.
- Are you sure? - I'm fine.
- Gem, you okay? - Ouch.
- Let's get you some air.
- We should go, sir.
- I'm not leaving her.
- I'll make a call.
We need to go.
- How can you suggest that? - You're the next King, sir.
I'm not leaving her.
Remove your hands from His Royal Highness.
You gonna shoot me for following extraction protocol? - Is he okay? - He was until Jasper knocked him out.
- Why? - I'm trying to get him out of here.
I suggested extraction and he made a decision to stay.
Well, he's an idiot, but you aren't.
You know we can't stay here.
Let's go.
He's right.
Go.
You didn't have to punch me.
In crises, we need to initiate extraction protocol.
- Gemma could have been injured.
- Gemma wasn't injured.
She was just horny.
I blame Fashion Week.
My apologies if my actions seemed aggressive.
I needed to remove you from the scene.
He did get you out of there before anyone saw us.
Sir.
His Majesty the King would like to see you immediately.
Maybe someone did see us.
Liam If Dad calls you on it, just tell him the truth.
Except the part about Jasper punching you.
It would be a shame for this little game of yours to end on a technicality right before I defeat you fair and square.
Close the door behind you.
I need to find a new location for my fashion show.
One of the most important lessons I learned from my time in Vegas Allegedly.
Don't just play your hand.
Play your opponent's hand against them.
Disappointing news about Gemma.
She's okay, though.
- Did you see her last night? - Yeah.
I saw her.
Page five.
I don't have to tell you where the article appears had you been in the car.
I'm glad you weren't.
For more reasons than just the headline.
- Thanks, Dad.
- Fashion Week, eh? - Makes everyone crazy.
- Yeah.
I heard something like that.
Son I asked you here because I know the effort you've been making.
The dedication to the Crown.
I know how hard you've been working and I'm proud of you.
I'm not doing that great.
(Click) Hello, darling.
You're a bit early.
Are you here for the open bar? No, actually I came to thank you for taking the bait.
And to give you an invitation to my show.
At the palace? My old location.
My new location.
See, I knew those two dimwits couldn't keep a secret.
It was your spot I wanted all along.
Well, as long as you're happy.
For me, tunnel is the new palace.
Well, we'll let the press decide.
Until then, Mother, I'll be at the palace, and you you enjoy your time down here with the rest of the rats.
Eleanor.
This was something I cared about.
It was prestigious to be selected for my show.
If that doesn't matter to you maybe this will.
I've spent my life cultivating the image of this family, deciding who sees us and how they see us.
Living your life in the public eye and making mistakes is one thing.
But to maliciously undo the work I've done, the steps I've taken to protect you and this family, it's unforgivable.
You want the press to decide? Fine.
But as far as I'm concerned, the press shouldn't decide anything for us.
Or about us.
Ever.
(Music and cheering) (Cheering) (Cheering) Yeah, you bitches better applaud.
- Hey.
Oph.
- Hey, Gemma.
Are you okay? Of course.
Why wouldn't I be? - The car accident.
- Oh, that.
Our lawyers will fix it.
- First Fashion Week? - First fashion show.
That's so cute.
Have you seen Liam? He's over there, with that insanely beautiful woman.
Tiara.
Right.
They have sex.
Doesn't that bother you? He's the heir to the throne.
Women love power.
Liam loves women.
Comes with the territory.
Always ducking me in a crowd.
I was just I mean, this is all so I agree.
Come on.
- How have you been? - Good.
- How have you been? - Busy.
But it's been good.
There's a lot to learn and I've been busy, too.
School and rehearsing.
Same as ever, I guess.
I don't want to do this, you know? Not with you.
- Do what? - Make small talk.
Gemma's car accident I was with her.
I didn't lie to my father but I didn't tell him the truth, either.
I'm not proud of that.
I'm not proud of any of it.
I don't even know why I'm telling you all this.
I don't know either.
But it's okay that you are.
It's just um I don't want to lie to you about it.
Even when I'm not proud of it, it's important to me that you know the truth.
Can I ask you something? How did the press not know about you and Gemma? There's an extraction protocol.
So you just left her there? I have to.
It's good seeing you.
It always is.
So what's your impression of Liam's efforts so far? He cares now.
He has something to lose.
We all have something to lose.
Then he has something to gain.
Let's put him on the plane tour, see how the people respond to him.
The plane tour.
My plane tour? It's more important for Liam.
The plane tour is the one chance I have to curry favor with the people.
I understand.
But you're not the next King of England.
Soft like trees and water Shape to suit our mood Enjoying your victory? The press certainly had nice things to say about your work.
They had nice things to say about your show, too.
Yes.
But they raved about yours.
Princess becomes Queen of Fashion Week.
- Who wrote that one? - Charlemagne Cullingford.
Oh, Charlemagne.
Did you see him at your show? No, but, you know, I was really busy backstage, so Mm.
Funny.
I saw him at mine.
But how could he It was your first fashion show, sweetheart.
You told them to print these? When you succeed, the Monarchy succeeds.
See? I can plant stories, too.
Speaking of truth Speaking of truth Speaking of truth - Just get out.
- I heard what she said.
She's lying.
Well, you'd know about that.
I don't even know who you are.
I'm a British orphan.
Or an American grifter.
One thing I do know is that I'm lying about something.
The Queen is lying about everything.
But those reviewers they're telling the truth.
I'm so dried out in this desert Let me know I wanna be with you Speaking of floods Speaking of truth Speaking of truth Speaking of truth A simple thank you would suffice.
- For what? - For cleaning up your mess when you leave your drunk diamond heiress at the scene of the crime.
"Drunken heiress destroys quaint telephone box and Heir to the Throne emerges with his trousers undone.
" There are security cameras everywhere.
- It wasn't like that.
- When will you learn? It doesn't matter what it was like, it matters what it looks like.
And even that no longer matters because I took care of it.
Okay.
You don't have to say thank you.
You don't have to show an ounce of gratitude.
But the next time you look at me with such disdain in your eyes, you consider how similar we are.
- I'm nothing like you.
- No? The spare who sleeps around, drinks to excess, slinks away from an accident and then lies about it.
No, you're nothing like me at all.
Speaking of truth Speaking of truth Speaking of I know I haven't been at my best this week.
The truth is, it's the first family photo we've taken without Robert.
You need to be better to your children.
We may not always be a Monarchy but we'll always be a family.
It's a little late for that, isn't it? Speaking of truth Speaking of Speaking of truth Hey Hey