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It was a storybook ceremony
today inside Westminster Abbey,

where the future king of England,
Prince Philip, Duke of Cambridge,

married his childhood sweetheart,
Lady Martha Fitzroy.

Thousands came to cheer the couple
and to cheer the prince's younger brother,

Prince Henry, known affectionately as
Prince of England's Hearts,

and their younger sister,
Princess Beatrice,

whom all the world adores.

The wedding reception boasts
a who's who of international guests,

including Alex Claremont-Diaz,

the charismatic son
of the American president.

Also representing
the U.S. is Nora Holleran,

the vice president's granddaughter.

She's talking about us.

Mr. Claremont-Diaz is often referred
to as the American Prince Henry.

Hey. Here's an idea.

How about we skip the party tonight
and go do touristy things instead?

No. Are you crazy?

I want to see Buckingham Palace,
don't you?

Mm.

Okay, you've been yucking my yum all day.

What's going on with you?

It's it's the whole
Prince Henry comparison thing.

Mm.

He's spent his entire life
attending fancy events like this.

He was trained for this.

I feel like if I use the wrong fork
at dinner, they're just

gonna eat me alive.

Just remember, you're handsome
and charming and everyone loves you.

It's nice to see you again.

When the revolution happens,
it will be because of this wedding.

Oh, shut up, Henry,
and get into the spirit of the thing.

Oh, hello. Hi.
Oh, hello.

The cake alone costs 75,000 pounds.

They practically had to break
the doors down to get it inside.

It's obscene.

You're not gonna want to hear this,
but that Prince Henry is so yummy.

Nora, no.

He's such a snob.
I don't know, man.

If I was gonna go for a rich white boy,
that is the rich white boy I'd go for.

But he's the worst kind of rich white boy.

So smug and entitled.

He's a prince, Alex.
He's literally entitled.

Oh, you know what is obscene?
Hmm?

Is how attractive the president's son is.

Have you ever met him?

Yes, a few times.

He's very animated.

He's the world's rudest person.

He's the world's most irritating person.

Also, I swear that he is not six-two.

It's wonderful to see you.

Nice to meet you as well.

I have heard so much about you.
Oh-oh.

You're sticking with me tonight.
Come on. Here we go.

How's it going?

Ooh, I'll take that.

Oh, that's nice.

Henry!

What's up?

Long time no see.

Alex.

Killer wedding, man.

I'm glad you're enjoying yourself.

Ah, yeah.
Who doesn't love a little Mozart?

Actually, it's Schubert.

Although you got to wonder
how many families

you could feed with what this cake cost.

Probably not as many as if
we put your shoes on auction.

Rude.

Hello there.

Tell me something, Your Majesty.

Magnificent day.

Yes, Alex?

Uh, did your parents send you
to snobbery school

or does looking down on people
just come naturally to you?

Well, in your case,
I would say it's rather inevitable.

We are the same height!
If you say so, Alex.

Great to see you.
You, too, Your Majesty.

Actually, it's Your Royal Highness.
Your Majesty is reserved for the king.

Oh, thank you for the etiquette lesson.

You are desperately in need of one.

You know what?

I am so sorry.

I'm so sorry. Uh

I can fix this, I can fix this.

That is 100-year-old whisky.

Just-just give me your handkerchief.

I-I got it.

Got it.

It'll be fine.

No, no, no, no, no, no!

Oh!

Oh.

Henry!

I don't give a damn
'bout my reputation

You're living in the past,
it's a new generation

A girl can do what she wants to do

And that's what I'm gonna do

And I don't give a damn
'bout my bad reputation

Oh, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no

Not me
Me, me, me, me, me, me, me

And I don't give a damn
'bout my reputation

Never said I wanted
to improve my station

And I'm only doing good
when I'm having fun

And I don't have to please no one

And I don't give a damn
'bout my bad reputation

Oh, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no

Not me
Me, me, me, me, me, me, me

Oh, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no

Not me
Me, me, me, me, me, me, me

I don't give a damn
'bout my reputation

I never been afraid of any deviation

And I don't really care
if you think I'm strange

I ain't gonna change

And I'm never gonna care
'bout my bad reputation

Oh, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no

Not me
Me, me, me, me, me, me, me

Oh, no

Darling, you've done some pretty stupid
things in your day, but this

Takes the cake?

Oh, you hear that, Zahra?
He's opening with a joke.

Maybe he can host
the Correspondents' Dinner next year.

Oh, I'd be down.
No.

I sent you to London
with some pretty simple instructions:

represent the family at the royal wedding
and don't cause an international incident.

Henry shoved me.

An urge I currently share with the prince.

We have spent the last three years
negotiating a new trade deal

with His Majesty's government.

Thousands of hours, gallons of tea.

Before this weekend, I had a higher
approval rating than the prime minister.

Hell, I was outpolling the Spice Girls.

And overnight,
you've managed to undo all that.

Ma, you know by next week,
no one will be talking about this anymore.

And really, no reasonable person is
gonna even pay attention to that article.

The British people

deserve better from our closest ally
than this juvenile stunt.

And it certainly casts a pall
over our negotiations.

I'm on the ballot again in 14 months,
and I need the farming exports

and the manufacturing jobs that this deal
provides to take to Midwest voters.

I'd argue that
you don't actually need the Midwest

and there's a path to reelection
without the

You don't want to hear from me today.

What I need from you,
sunshine of my heart,

is some good old-fashioned damage control.

Zahra will explain everything.

I'm really sorry, Mom.

I know you are, baby.

That's why I need you to fix it.

Ah! Zahra!
Asshole! (grunts) Idiot!

What are you Stop!

You're flying back to London tonight.

What? Why?

To undo all the damage you've done.

The White House and the palace
are gonna release a joint statement

explaining that what happened at the
wedding was a complete misunderstanding

Yeah, which it was.

and despite rarely having time to see
one another, you and Prince Henry

are in fact close personal friends
and have been

for the last several years.
Zahra.

This is a fact sheet on Prince Henry.
Memorize it.

He's not six-foot-two.

And does he get a fact sheet on me?
Yes.

And I can assure you that making it

was one of the most depressing moments
of my career.

And I once saw Mitch McConnell
eating a banana.

Can I just point out that the royal family
are purely figurehead?

They serve no elective role whatsoever.

Oh, unlike you,
whose role is clearly spelled out

in Article Nothing
of the U.S. Constitution!

Zahra.
And you are going there to work.

No hookups, no partying.

You can hate Prince Henry all you want,
but the minute you see a camera,

you better act like
the sun shines out of his ass

and you have a vitamin D deficiency.

You know
And there is no getting out of this.

Oh, yeah? What if I set myself on fire?

We'd ship the ashes to Heathrow.

Her Royal Highness,
Princess Catherine, Duchess of Edinburgh,

firstborn child of His Majesty,
King James III. Ha.

Did you know she started
her own climate nonprofit?

That's pretty cool.

Do you want to switch jobs this weekend?

No one in their right mind
would ever give you a gun.

Henry's father, go.

Arthur Fox,
beloved English stage and film actor.

Died of cancer three years ago.
I remember that.

What's the name of Henry's dog?
David.

I mean, really, who names their dog David?

You know I have a shih tzu named Jonathan.

Yeah, I still maintain that's weird.

That's my son you're talking about.

He is super cute.
He is. You want to see some pictures?

A hundred percent.
Okay.

Hey, no, no, no, hey, no, no, no

Hey, no, no, no, no.

Mr. Claremont-Diaz,
welcome to Kensington Palace.

Shaan Shrivistava, Prince Henry's equerry.

Nice to meet you, Shaan.

Didn't expect to be back
in England so soon.

No one is more mystified than I.

So what exactly is an equerry?

Do you, uh, handle the horses or?

I am His Royal Highness's
personal attendant.

So you're the butler?
I'm not the butler. I'm the equerry.

And back we go to my original question.

What is an equerry?
Me.

It seems to offer

It's got nothing to do with you

Here comes His Royal Highness now.

Yeah, up the hill backwards.

You've got to be joking.

Alex. It's good to see you.

Sober.

One of our photographers will now take

some pictures of His Royal Highness
welcoming you.

Well, don't I get to shower
and change first?

I'm afraid we're on
a very tight schedule, sir.

Oh, my God,
wouldn't want to screw up the shedyule.

You must stand to the right
of His Royal Highness.

Is that protocol or just his good side?
Both.

Shall we do this?
Yes, sir.

They're all yours, Jamie.

Big smiles for the camera, please.

My NDA is bigger than yours.
I want you to know that.

You're wearing lifts.

I know that, too, sweetheart.

Are we finished here?
Yes, Your Royal Highness.

Dick.

Hey, Shaan, you think
maybe I could get a little?

You're fine.

Thank you.

Thank you, Shaan.
Whenever you're ready.

Quiet, everyone.

Uh, can you two scooch in
a little closer together?

Now, you've been mates since you met

at the Melbourne Climate Conference
several years back.

Is that correct?

Yes, yes.

Uh, we hit it off instantly.

Yeah.
It's like we'd known each other all our lives.

Right?

Yep.

Wonderful.

So, Alex, what do you think
of jolly old England?

I-I really love it here.

I've been a few times
since my mom was elected.

I love the people, uh, the beer,

the dogs that, uh, that wear the sweaters.

Yeah.
Well, actually we say jumpers.

Alex has very strong opinions,
and-and he shares them loudly.

What three words would I use
to describe Henry?

White, blond and British.

One thing I most admire about Alex is
his willingness to admit when he's wrong.

Wonderful, wonderful trait to have.

You don't know this,
but Henry does the best freestyle raps.

Well
Come on.

Do a little for them.
No.

That's not why
She wants to hear it.

Remember that one that was just like

Don't you do an incredible
Barbra Streisand impression?

Voice of an angel this one, really.

I love hanging out with this guy.

Now, I have to ask this

because it's all
anyone is talking about.

How on earth
did you end up on the floor

in Buckingham Palace

covered in cake?

Actually, it happens more often
than you'd think in the palace.

In the reign of Queen Victoria,
they were having food fights all the time.

Vicky.

Classic.

Hmm.

Do you know who this is?

Well, his mum is
the president of the United States.

And my mum is the Duchess of Edinburgh.

Which means that his mum outranks my mum.

What do we think of that?

Do you visit this place a lot?

Every couple months.

Never with photographers, though.

This way! Shots fired!

Stay down.

Ow! Get your hands off me!

Knee.
Ow!

Okay. You are sitting on my leg.

Are you serious right now?

Santal 33.
Yeah?

Makes sense.
What do you mean by that?

It means you got good taste, Alex.
Thanks.

And why do you dislike me?

Climate Conference in Melbourne.
First night party.

I went to introduce myself to you,
and you looked at me like I had head lice.

Then you turned to your equerry and said,
Get me out of here.

I didn't realize you'd heard that.

So you do admit
that's a douchey thing to say.

I could have been nicer.

All right, what else?

It couldn't have just been the conference.

Oh, my God, it is.

It is, isn't it?

Don't minimize it.
Uh, uh, how could I possibly?

It's already as minimal as it gets.

Are you, are you seriously telling me
that one meeting, years ago,

in which, yes, I admittedly acted
ungenerously towards you,

h-has occupied such a vast mental
and emotional space in your head?

Okay, sure, when you put it like that.

But it was my first foray
into the world as a public figure,

and I was really scared,
and you could've helped me and you didn't.

You're right.

I'm sorry I was a prick to you. I

It's no excuse, but I was a prick
to everyone in those days.

My father had died a few months before,

and the palace insisted
on parading me around.

For the record

I-I didn't say, Get me out of here.

I said, I need to get out of here,
which is a different thing entirely.

Oh.

Well, now I feel like I need to apologize.

Threat neutralized.

Some kid brought fireworks for his friend.

When you say neutralized

It's good he's already in the hospital.

Okay.

And then they became friends.

Well, we survived it.

That means we never
have to see each other again.

Wrong. You're expected
at my New Year's party.

No, I hate New Year's.

Wow. Most people would kill
to get an invite to my party.

That's perfect.
Then kill me and I won't have to go.

Some photos,
Your Royal Highness? Mr. Claremont-Diaz?

I think we're supposed to shake hands now.

I know, I know. Stand to your right.

Alex?

Okay, thank you very much.

Well, I need to get out of here.

See you in a few months, Your Majesty.

Later, Shaan.

But I think it's telling
that, in it, no matter how silly

the so-called cake-gate controversy
may be, and it is very silly,

you can already see the potential outlines

of what President Claremont's campaign
could be about next year, right?

And in so far as it concerns the
president's trade deal with Great Britain,

well, the first son's
charm offensive this week

has helped his mother's campaign.

Hey, Dad.
Hey, mijo.

I watched your committee hearing
on the flight home.

Yeah, you and three other people.

You should be tougher
on those agribusiness mofos.

Well, maybe I can get you
to push them in a cake for me.

What's your beef with him anyway?

I mean, he seems like a nice enough guy.

Oh, come on, Dad.

He's elite and privileged
and lives in a palace.

What? What's that?

I'm just brushing that
working-class chip off your shoulder.

Hey, you and mom taught me
to question authority.

Mm.

Meanwhile, you're now elite
and privileged and live in a palace.

And your mom is the epitome of authority.

It's funny how life works.

Although, speaking of your mom's
authority, don't tell her I was smoking.

Have a nice day.
Thanks. You, too.

Alex.

Hey, Miguel. What's up?

ACD, slumming it in Shaw.

Got a minute?

Yeah, I could hang.

Nice damage control this weekend.

I had no idea you and the prince
were such good friends.

Yeah, well, neither did I.

Hey, you mind if I put
my journalist hat on for a sec?

Only if you actually have
one of those journalist hats

like they do in the old movies.

Promise I'll wear it for you sometime.

Is your mother's campaign nervous

the Republicans are gonna
nominate Richards?

The only Republican
who makes us nervous is Abraham Lincoln,

and I doubt he's running.

You see?
This is why I ask you these things:

because you give me quotes like that.

You have to let me use it.
Not a chance, Miguel.

You are such a tease.

How about
sources close to the president?

I'm gonna pass.

Bueno, lo intenté.

We should hang out again sometime.

Off the record, of course.

It's been a while.

Yeah, well

school's been crazy lately.

Yeah, you're always running at full speed.

That's what makes you so charming.

That and your eyelashes.

I should get going.

Qué bueno verte, Miguel.
Lo mismo, Alex.

What?

Sorry.

I hate the tie you're wearing in Vogue.

It's so boring.
What do you have against color anyway?

Gray is a color, thank you.

I just received a parcel
of your mum's old campaign T-shirts.

Is this your idea of a prank? (chuckles)

The next box is full of thongs.

I first read Zadie Smith as a teenager.

You absolutely have to read
Another Country by James Baldwin.

The Picture of Dorian Gray.

And Love in the Time of Cholera.

Also Madame Bovary.

I'm sending you a copy.

That's the thing that people
don't understand about Byron's poetry.

H-He was single-handedly responsible
for every romance ever written

in the last two centuries.

And that's not even considering
his personal life.

I'm blocking you
for the rest of the night.

He had London under his spell.

HENRY
Good God, man, what have you done?

So, there's this American tradition

where the president pardons a turkey
before Thanksgiving.

I don't understand.

Don't you have to commit a crime
to be pardoned?

Don't look too closely at it.

I found out that they keep the turkey
in a luxury hotel suite

the night before the ceremony.

I mean, can you think of anything
more wasteful?

Oh, perhaps this conversation.

Anyway, I convinced my mother's staff
to keep it at the White House,

and they put the little asshole
in my room.

Don't ask mummy for a pet
if you can't take care of it.

Why are you awake?

Because some bellend decided to call me
at 3:00 a.m. to talk turkey.

What's a bellend?

Look it up.

I'm also a world-class insomniac.

I'm in bed with my dog watching Bake Off.

It never occurred to me
that the royal family watches television.

Well, we all share the same password.

You're more of a human than I thought.

Wow, thank you, Alex.

That is so flattering.

No, I just mean you don't seem like
the kind of person

that would name their dog David.

Well, he's named after Bowie.

Wait, seriously?
Hmm.

That's way cooler.
Why not just call him Bowie, then?

It's a bit on the nose, don't you think?

Have I surprised you in any way?

Nope.

You are just as ghastly as I imagined.

I'm hanging up now.
No, I'm hanging up on you.

Fine.

Have it your way.

That's what the big red button is for.

Good night.

Has anyone on the campaign
actually read my Texas strategy memo?

What Texas strategy memo?

I think I have my answer.

Alex, this isn't a really good time.
I have a ton of work.

Can you just
Yeah, just make yourself at home, kid.

Okay, here's the deal.

I wrote a 14-page memo detailing
how we can win in Texas next year.

I spent weeks working on it.

I think it's a viable plan
that you should take seriously.

I emailed it to senior campaign staff
three weeks ago, and I've heard nada.

Did anyone ask you to write this memo?

No, I took the initiative.
Yeah.

If there's one thing
people on campaigns hate,

it's when the candidate's family
takes initiative.

Zahra, there are good ideas in here.

I really want to help.

You do help.

You are genuinely useful.

Yeah, for, like, photo ops and New Year's
parties and stupid shit like that.

But I can be doing so much more.

Will you please read my memo?

Fine.

Thank you.
Now get the hell out of my office.

Oh, one more thing.

Uh, has your new buddy, the prince,
confirmed for your New Year's party?

Zahra, did you not just listen
to my entire soliloquy?

Alex, I've got the prime minister
coming in town next month for a visit.

You want to help your mother's campaign?

Make sure Prince Henry
comes to your party.

People like him more than they like you.

Well, they wouldn't if they knew him.
Later!

I like that thing you do

I like that scent you wear

I like your faded jeans

Oh, yeah

Oh, look who it is.

Nice tie. Rocking the orange.

Orange?

You must be color-blind.
This is obviously copper.

You are so annoying.

Nora, this is my best mate, Percy Okonjo,

who has been begging me
for an introduction since the wedding.

Miss Holleran, you are the most exquisite
woman I've ever seen in my life.

I would love to procure for you the
most lavish drink in this establishment.

Well, it is an open bar
and a free-ish country,

so only the Secret Service can stop you.

I've been drunk since Christmas.

You got to catch up.

Hey! How are you doing?
Oh! Hey.

Good. How are you?
Good. Have we met?

Uh, Henry.

That's Henry.
That's Henry.

Oh, my God, we got to dance. Come on.

You're not gonna dance?
You go ahead.

All right, be right back.

You don't dance?

The ballroom lessons
didn't exactly cover this.

All in the hips.

Loosen up!

Oh, my God!

This is the song of my childhood!

You're dancing.
Oh

Three-six-nine, damn, you fine

Hoping she can sock it to me
one more time

Get low, get low
Get low

Get low, get low, get low, get low

To the window

To the wall
To the wall

Till the sweat drop down my balls
My balls

I'm sorry. Did he say,
Till the sweat drops down my balls?

Yeah.
Till all skeet-skeet

Come on!

Till all skeet-skeet, motherfucker
Motherfucker

Till all skeet-skeet, goddamn
Goddamn

Let me see you get low
You scared, you scared

Drop that ass to the floor

You scared, you scared

Let me see you get low
You scared, you scared

Drop that ass to the floor
You scared, you scared

Drop that ass, ay,
shake it fast, ay

Ay, back, back

Back it up, ay, back, back

Back it up, now stop.

Ten seconds to midnight, everyone!

Ten, nine, eight,

seven, six, five, four,

three, two, one!

Happy New Year!

You know

Never believe it's not so

Oh

Oh, oh

Never believe it's not so

It's magic

You know

Never believe it's not so.

What are you doing out here?

Wanted to get some air.

Did I do something wrong?

Do you ever wonder who you'd be
if you were

an anonymous person in the world?

I was an anonymous, working-class kid
for most of my life.

And then my mom became president.

Who would you be?

Be a writer.

Live in Paris.

I'd certainly date more.

Yeah, 'cause it's so hard
for a prince to get a date.

People I date don't interest me, and
the people who interest me, I can't date.

Oh, my God, Henry, I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Christ, you're as thick as it gets.

I'm sorry.

RICHARDS
Under Ellen Claremont,

we're now losing two manufacturing jobs
every single minute of every day.

By the time this debate finishes,
another 200 Americans will be out of work.

You know, I just wish
some of my colleagues in this race

would go out on the road with me to see
what's happening in our Midwestern towns.

Empty factories, hollowed-out storefronts,

communities in despair.

I'm ready to lead from day one,

and that's why I can deliver on my plan
and bring prosperity!

Prosperity!

Hey, Nora?

Hey. What's up?

Got a minute?

Okay, what's going on?

So

funny thing happened on New Year's Eve.
Mm.

Henry kinda kissed me.

I totally, privately called that.

Oh, shut up, Nora. You did not.
Hey, it's my job

to analyze data,
and he has never once checked me out,

and I am what some men
would consider exquisite.

So from where I'm sitting, Henry's

Kinda gay?

More like the first 50 rows
of a Gaga concert kinda gay.

But he's always dating a different girl.

Oh, honey,
princes aren't allowed to be gay.

You should know that.

Did I forget your birthday?

Not yet.

Do you remember Henry's friend Percy?

Are you into him?

I'm not not into him.

Right now I'm more into getting
female-identifying candidates

elected to Congress,
but he does have good taste in florists.

Anyway, okay, uh,
tell me more about this kiss.

Did you like it?

He grabbed my hair in a way
that made me understand

the difference between rugby and football.

I'm gonna take that as a yes.

I mean, it wasn't unpleasant,

just surprising.

I mean, you've been wanting him
to dick you down forever.

What? Wrong!

No, no, no, no, no.

Okay.

Allow me to, um,
lay out some observations for you.

Extrapolate as you wish.

First, you've been, like,
completely obsessed with Henry for years.

I've not been
Do not interrupt me.

You've been long-distance text flirting
with him all day, every day, for months.

Uh
You spent the entire New Year's party

straight-up ignoring
the who's who of hot young women

in order to talk to Henry.

And, uh, he kissed you, and you liked it.

So

objectively, what do you think that means?

I don't know.

Come on!

I don't know! I don't know!

Okay, look, I can wrap my head around
being low-level into guys,

but what I'm really confused about
is being into Henry.

How many guys have you been with?

Whoa.

Uh

Two.

Once in high school
and once with Miguel Ramos.

The Politico reporter?!

Shut up!

Didn't see that coming.

What was that story there?

We once made out on the campaign,

drunk, fully naked, in a hot tub.

I get the feeling he wants me back in that
hot tub, but, you know, he's a journalist.

Right. Yeah.
Closeted princes are much safer.

Um, okay, well, do you two have
any appearances coming up?

He's supposed to be my guest
to the prime minister's dinner next month.

He can't ignore me all night.

Can he?

I guess you'll find out.

Julia?

Nora, come on.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the president of the United States

and the prime minister
of the United Kingdom.

Madam President.

Alex.

Perfect.

Madam President.

Alex.

Nice tux. Qué guapo.
Hey, Miguel.

Thanks. You, too.

I read your Texas campaign memo.

How? That was super confidential.

I'm a journalist, Alex.

I quite literally have my sources.

Anyway, I-I think
you've got some good ideas.

Thanks, Miguel.

Prince Henry, over here.

The campaign putting
your memo into action?

Because they should.

Is this the year
the Democrats finally flip Texas?

Earth to Alex.

Yeah, we're, uh, gonna flip Texas.

Good to see you, Miguel.

I need your help.
Where's the threat?

Do we need to clear the room?
What?

No. I just need to talk to Henry.

In private.

Best I can do is the Red Room.

You take him any further
and his security team will taser you.

Look

I know I owe you an explanation.

My behavior was appalling.
Shut up. Stop talking.

Wait a minute.

All right, fellas, time's up.
We got to get back to

Oh, God.

So are you still?

Like Stonehenge.

Your Royal Hardness.

Or Big Ben.

Nelson's Column.

There you are.
Hi, Ma.

Prime Minister, this is my son, Alex.

It's good to see you
and His Royal Highness on better terms

and not on the floor.

Yes, Prime Minister.

Henry and I are much happier against walls.

Everything all right?

Yes. Uh, very excited to be here.

Well, hopefully we'll get through tonight
without any more scandals from these two.

The night is young, Ma.

Please, Prime Minister.

Okay, here's what we're gonna do.
Yes, tell me.

You're gonna stay at least 500 feet
away from me for the rest of the night.

Sensible plan.
I'm not done.

Of course you're not.
Then at midnight,

you're gonna come to my room
on the second floor of the residence

where I'm going to do
some very bad things to you.

You're late.

To be clear,
this changes nothing between us.

I was about to say the same thing.
No, you weren't. That's impossible.

When did you start to

Fancy you?
Yeah.

Melbourne Climate Conference.
First night party.

Wow, you had a lot going on that night.

Tell me about it.

I really thought you hated me.
I hated how good you looked.

What's that?

A key to my family's house in Austin.

I started wearing it when we moved here.

Hmm.

You know, I don't

think I've ever owned
a key in my entire life.

No such thing as a locked door
when you're a prince, I suppose.

Well, you'd be surprised.

Just to put it out there

Yes?

I guess you could say I'm

bisexual.

Yeah.

Noted.

Ah.

Just to put it out there,

I am

as gay as a maypole.

What?

I have no idea what a maypole is.
Maypole. Right.

Are they known
for their homosexual tendencies?

Oh, oh, God, yes.

Notorious.
Yeah.

Notorious for it.

I wouldn't mind doing this again.

Me neither.

We just have to keep it
very casual, of course.

Oh. Obviously.

The press and all.

I just can't afford for you
to fall in love with me.

Oh.
Okay, wait a minute.

No, that's not what I meant when I
Get over yourself, Your Majesty.

It's Your Royal Highness.

I don't know how many times
I have to tell you that.

I should probably get going.

I guess I'll see you
You know, I was thinking

No, you can After you.
You should

Please, you first.

There's this charity polo match
in Windsor next month

that my mate Percy's foundation organizes.

I, uh

I was wondering if
you might want to be my guest.

Oh.

Um

I don't know how to play polo.

Damn.

Well, I suppose that will be all right,
seeing as you won't be playing.

I will.

You'll be watching on the sidelines.

Great.

That's probably safer for everyone.

Yeah, agreed.

Are you hungry?

Yeah, I could eat.

There's something
I've been dying to ask you.

Which other famous boys have I shagged?

There's two things
I've been dying to ask you.

All right, let's start with the first.

Do you have a last name?

Actually, I have several.

The official family name
is Hanover-Stuart.

My father's surname was Fox.

So my full name is Henry George
Edward James Hanover-Stuart Fox.

And I thought Alexander Gabriel
Claremont-Diaz was a mouthful.

He is.

Does anyone in your family know about you?

My sister Bea's the only one I've told.

My mum probably suspects.

My brother Philip is completely oblivious.

And what about His Majesty, the king?

Grandpa's a cold, hard realist.

He sat me down
on my 18th birthday and told me

not to let any selfish desires I might be
harboring reflect poorly on the crown.

That is some bullshit.

It's my life.

Doesn't mean you have to accept it.

I was four years old when I realized

that everyone in my country
knew my name, but

I would never know theirs.

Prince Henry belongs to Britain.

Henry Fox has to belong to himself
or else

he'll vanish.

Can't he ever belong to someone else?

Only momentarily.

Not here.

I think we should make love tonight.

Oh.

I-I mean, yeah.

I'm down.

But, I mean, who says make love anymore?

Are we gonna, like, listen
to Lana Del Rey when we do it?

All right, all right.

It's just

Who's gonna do what?

Because I'm

I've never

Oh, my God.

I'm so not playing this cool right now.

I went to
an English boarding school, dear.

Trust me, you're in good hands.

Now, careful. Oh.

The buttons are quite sturdy.
Mm.

Rigid.

I can't believe how wrong I was about you.

Most people are.

Is there any part of you that

wishes you weren't
the son of the president?

Or that your family wasn't in politics?

I actually wish I could help more.

It's gonna be a tough campaign.

You really do love it, don't you?

Yeah, I really do.

To devote your life to helping others?

To know that what you do has
a meaningful impact on people's lives?

I know it's my life's work.

Is there any part of you that

doubts?

My father was 12 when my abuela brought
him and his sister over from Mexico.

You may not understand this,
but in America,

if you're an immigrant
with a Z in your last name,

there's not a lot of people
in positions of power that look like you

or sound like you.

I've been given a chance
to be someone in the world

that my father didn't see
when he was growing up.

You can't know what that means.

I'm learning.

Did you tell Miguel Ramos

that we had a plan to flip Texas?

What? No!

16 tweets today,
all linking to his new article.

He really tweets too much.

Mr. Claremont-Diaz,
a student at Georgetown Law,

is playing an active role
in the campaign's new Texas strategy.

I was unaware
my campaign had a new Texas strategy.

Can you please tell me what it is?

If your campaign had read my memo,
you'd know.

All I said to Miguel is that Texas
is competitive and we intend to win it.

I didn't think
he'd write an article about it.

Well, he has, so now
we have to explain to everyone

that we don't in fact have
a new Texas strategy.

You do have a Texas strategy.
You just won't implement it.

Why aren't you registering
a million new voters?

Why aren't you firing up the youth vote,
building a grassroots movement?

Why aren't you fighting
for your home state, Ma?

I am fighting for my administration

and for the people who can't afford
to have Jeffrey Richards become president.

And I will not be the first woman
to lose reelection to this office.

What is that?

Our latest internal polling.

Richards is killing me in the Rust Belt.

That's where we need to focus, not Texas.

You're being idealistic
when I need you to be realistic.

Is that why you got into politics?

To be realistic?

Do you think that's what
the people really need right now?

I do not need a lecture from you
about idealism.

I was 28 when I was elected
to the state legislature.

I had 150,000 constituents.

Now I have 330 million.

They need me to be realistic
so they can be idealistic.

If you don't understand that,

then you have a lot to learn
about politics, kiddo.

You are no longer allowed
to speak to the press.

Do you understand me?

Yes, Madam President.

Twenty-seven.

What?

You were 27, not 28,
when you won your first election.

Ask any of the women who work for you.

They'll be able to tell you that.

Madam President.
Do you need me for something?

What's the deal with this campaign memo?

Oh, I remember that.

What's all that?

My first Texas campaign.
Your grandmother saved everything.

Every press clipping,
every button, every flyer.

I read your memo.

Good work.

We're sending you to Texas.

Really?

You'll have a shoestring budget.

You'll eat fast food for every meal.

You'll work 18-hour days,
and you'll love every minute of it.

So what do you say?

When do I start?

Dear Henry:

Greetings from the Lone Star State.

It's hard to put into words
how exciting it is to be back here

working to get my mom reelected.

The energy here is electric,
and I think we can make a real difference.

The only thing that would make it
even better is if you were here.

Dear Alex: I can't think of
a single way to start this email

except to say, You're incredible.

But should I also tell you
that when we're apart,

your body comes back to me in my dreams?

I can feel your skin against mine,
and it makes every bone in my body ache.

Henry, seriously.

I'm out here giving my all for my mother.

I can't have smut filling my inbox,

corrupting my mind
and bulging my pants like this.

Look, buddy, you know I am incorrigible,

so don't incorrige me.

I'll behave.

By the way, we call them trousers,
not pants, dear.

But in this case, both seem to apply.

Also, from all the photos you're posting,
it really makes me want to visit.

Yes! I was just thinking that
I want you to come and see it one day.

Ah, there's so much
that I want to show you.

I think you'd really like Austin
most especially.

I want to see your mouth covered
in barbecue sauce,

and then I want to lick it off.

Wait, don't they have napkins in Texas?

I wish I could,
but my duties keep me here.

Dear Alex

It's becoming increasingly difficult
attending mindless ribbon cuttings

while you're out there changing the world.

I'll be damned, Alex, but I miss you.
Dear Henry: I miss you, too.

Dear Henry
Alex

I'll admit this to you and no one else.

For all my big talk and certainty,

I'm secretly afraid
I'm going to let my mother down.

Alex, I understand what you're saying,

and I believe what you're describing
is called impostor syndrome.

But I know that you are not an impostor.

We just hit a million voters!

I'm reminded of one of my favorite
quotes from Sense and Sensibility.

It isn't what we say
or think that defines us

but what we do.

And I think that
what you're doing is amazing.

We're going live
to the Democratic National Convention

in Brooklyn, New York,

where Alex Claremont-Diaz
is addressing the crowd.

Let's listen in.

My mom has inspired me
every day of my life.

She has passed down to me a faith in
America that always looks to the future,

not back at the past.

Her vision for America
has you at the center.

Your hopes, your values, your future.

CROWD
Four more years! Four more years!

Bien hecho, cabrón.

Great speech.
Hey, Miguel.

You looked really good up there.
Thanks.

You know, we're both staying
at this hotel tonight.

Tell me something.

Do you honestly believe
that we're ever hooking up again?

Well, I don't anymore.

Is there a problem between us, Alex?

Yeah.

The problem is you sandbagging me
and my mother's campaign

on your little wannabe
Washington Post website,

claiming we had a plan to flip Texas.
Which you do and have enacted

and confirmed as much
when we spoke about it on the record.

Well, the only thing I'm confirming
tonight is that you're an asshole.

Feel free to use that quote.

Buenas noches, cabrón.

Uh, what are you doing here?

Oh, just a bit of skullduggery.

Amy helped plan it.

We need to get up to my room right now.

Have you ever cooked for yourself?

Once, unsuccessfully.
Mm.

Have you ever been on Grindr?

Mm. Do you vote?

Mm-mm. Not allowed.

What? That's insane.
Yeah.

Them's the rules.

Mm. What's your favorite movie?

Oh, In the Mood for Love.

I never seen it.

God, sometimes I forget
how uncultured you Americans are.

It is only
the swooniest movie of all time.

Swooniest? Is that even a word?
Yes, of course it is.

Have you ever had your heart broken?

The day my dad died.

Alex Claremont-Diaz, it's almost 7:00.

You have interviews to do.
Let's get going.

Wake up. Shit, shit, shit.

What's going on?

Come on.

Let's get your mother reelected.
Oh, shit.

Is there someone in there?

Be right with you, Zahra!

That's it.

I am coming in.

Hey! Do you mind?
Oh!

Come on! Zahra!
Put clothes on now.

Zahra!

What are you doing?

Where is she?
Zahra, no one is here.

Oh, really?

Well, that no one
left her phone in here.

Okay, so she left her phone in here.

Big deal. It's all chill, Zahra.
Oh.

Where is she?

Hello, hello?
What are you doing?

Little missy?
Zahra, please. It's all chill.

It's all chill?

You hook up with some rando

the night before
your mother's acceptance speech.

You don't have her sign an NDA,
of that I'm certain,

and then you let her bring
her phone in here,

transmitting God knows what
to God knows who.

Trust me, she's not gonna do any of that.
Yeah, Alex, yeah. That is really chill.

Ow.

Shit.

Good morning.

Zahra, breathe.

Don't you tell me what to do.

Do you want to sit?
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Okay. Wh-Where do you want to go?

Here?

Yeah.
Oh, there? Okay.

Yeah. Fine, fine. I'm fine!
Oh. Okay.

How long has this been going on?

Since New Year's.
Oh, God.

And who knows about this?

Literally no one but you.

And the Secret Service.

And Percy.
Right, and Nora.

Oh, and I told my sister.

Aw, I didn't know that.
Yeah, she was really happy for us.

Oh, I can't wait to see her again.
She's really

Okay. Shut up, okay? The both of you.

I need to think.

Please don't tell my mom.

Seriously?

Alex, we are in a hotel
crawling with reporters,

in a city filled with cameras,

on the precipice of
the biggest event of the campaign,

in a race so close
it could be arrested for assault,

and you're asking me
not to tell your mommy on you?

Well, I haven't told her yet.

Oh, gee, kid, I'm sorry to interrupt
your process of becoming,

but you're the one who decided
to put your dick

into the heir to the British throne.

Well, technically, I'm the spare.

Not talking to you, sir.

Okay.

Would it make any difference
if I told you not to see him again?

No.

Every time I see you,
it takes another year off of my life.

All right.

I'm going downstairs, and

you better be dressed
and in the lobby in five minutes

so we can get your mother reelected.

I'll be there.
And as for you, Little Lord Fuckleroy,

you get your ass back
to merry old England right now.

I want you chewing on
a goddamn crumpet by sunset.

And if anyone sees you leave this hotel,
I will Brexit your head from your body.

You got me?
Loud and clear.

Your Royal Highness.

Unbelievable.
They don't pay me enough for this shit.

Yeah, come in.

Hmm. Hey.

Do you have a few minutes?

Sure, darling.

What's up?

You look very serious.

Yeah.

I've been, um, figuring some things out
about myself lately,

and it's, um

relevant to the campaign, in a way.

Okay.

I've met someone.

Is that all?

Honey, that's great.

I mean, why would that be
relevant to the campaign?

She's not a Republican, is she?

No.

She's also a he.

And he happens to be Henry.

As in the prince of England?

Yeah.

Oh, I'm

We're gonna need some pizza.

So are you, are you gay?
Bi? Fluid? Pan? Queer?

Cool it, Mom. I'm bi.

Oh, all right.

Well, you know, the B in LGBTQ
is not a silent letter.

Yes, thank you, Mom.
Mm.

I mean, if I'd had more warning, I could
have made you a PowerPoint presentation,

but

Can I give you some advice?

Yeah, of course.

You need to figure out
if you feel forever about him

before you take this any further.

A relationship like this
will define your life.

I don't know if we're there yet, Mom.

I don't know if we ever will be.

One more thing.

Uh, we didn't go over this particular type
of partnering when we had the talk,

which is on me for making assumptions.

Okay.

I just want to make sure you know

you need to wear a condom
if you're having anal intercourse.

Oh, my God.

And we can, we can talk about
getting you on Truvada.

And-and if you're bottoming,
then you need the HPV vaccine.

And I can have HHS
send over some brochures.

You are ridiculous.

I cannot believe
they give you the nuclear codes.

And you have to tell your father.

Ugh.
Hmm?

I don't know.

This is uncharted territory for us.

When you're a parent,
every day is uncharted territory.

And when your child is
Alex Claremont-Diaz,

you get used to the exceptional.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Dear Henry:

Well, I just came out to my mom.

I was never afraid of her rejection.

I was afraid that she would see me
differently than before.

But now I realize
that's exactly the point.

Anyway, my parents bought a vacation house
after my mother's book was published.

I'm headed there to chill over
Labor Day weekend with my dad and Nora.

My dad suggested that I invite you.

Do you want to come? Please say yes.

P.S., Nora says to bring Percy.

Hey!

Watch out! Here comes British Invasion!

Oh, we found them hitchhiking in Austin.

Goodness, this is beautiful.
OSCAR: Hey, welcome to La Casa Blanca Oeste.

Dad, what is this music?

It's so not the vibe.

It's great to see you again, sir.
What's with the sir?

Please, call me Congressman.

Oh, well, in that case,
you can call me Your Royal Highness.

Who's ready to party?

This is what we should be listening to.

Oh, my goodness.

Yes!

Ready? Ready?

Wait till he finds out about
the karaoke machine.

No, no, I am definitely not doing karaoke.

I'm burning through the sky, yeah

200 degrees, that's why
they call me Mr. Fahrenheit

I'm traveling at the speed of light

I wanna make
a supersonic man out of you

Don't stop me now

Oh, I'm having such a good time

I'm having a ball.

Lazarus wakes.

Need help?

Not as bad as you do.

Coffee's fresh.

Henry's still sleeping?

He did karaoke last night.

Plus half a dozen tequila shots.

Oof.

I got to be honest:
I thought because he was a prince

that, uh, he'd be a little more
of a candy ass.

Yeah, he's tougher than he looks.

So you like him?

What's not to like?

I wasn't sure if you needed to have,
like, a Catholic moment about it or

Please. Have a little more faith
in your old man.

You are, after all,
talking to the patron saint

of gender-neutral bathrooms in Austin,
you little shit.

You know, uh

your mom and I were a stupid idea, too.

We were just babies when we had you.

Nobody thought we'd make it.

Look at us now.

Sometimes you just got to jump,
hope you're not standing on a cliff.

Shower time!
No.

God, you are such a cretin.

No, get off.

I've been thinking.
I seriously doubt that.

I seriously doubt that.

I've been thinking about

how my life is gonna be
a lot different after the election.

Hmm. How so?

Well

my mom will hopefully be in office again,

and we won't have to worry about
winning any more national elections.

And I'll have a lot more freedom.

Until it's my turn
to run for office, of course.

Of course.

And I thought

maybe next summer we could come back here

for, like, a couple weeks.

We can be naked

and have sex anywhere on the property we want.

We can walk through Austin holding hands,

and it won't even matter
if anyone sees us.

I can take you around
to all the places I grew up,

and you can get to understand
my life a little more.

I've never felt this way about anyone.

It's like there's a rope
attached to my chest

and it keeps pulling me towards you.

And it feels so right.

What I mean to say is, Henry

I

Henry?

If I loved you

Time and again

I would try to say

All I'd want you

To know

If I loved you
Hello, David.

Hi.

It's so good to see you.

What happened in Texas?

I ended things with Alex.

Oh, Hen.

I'm so sorry.

Did grandpa find out?

Not this time,
but I felt myself getting too close,

and I didn't want to break his heart.

What about your heart?

Have you thought about calling Mum?

Last I heard from Mum,
she was off saving elephants in Botswana.

Perhaps I ought to grow some tusks.

God, she better not abdicate.

Or find herself at the top of a staircase
with Philip around.

It's all so silly, isn't it?

The idea of royalty in the 21st century,
it's-it's so antiquated.

Sometimes

I wonder if what we do has
any meaningful impact on people's lives.

Well, cheer up.

At least you'll never be king.

Do you love him?

What difference would it make if I did?

Longing to tell you

But afraid and shy

I let my golden chances

Pass me by

Soon, you'd leave me

Off you would go

In the mist of day

Never, never

He won't answer any of my texts
or take any of my calls.

Has Percy heard from him?

Percy said that Henry sometimes
goes into his cocoon phases

and the only thing to do
is just wait it out.

I can't wait it out.

I'm going crazy here.

Well, you have air miles.

Go to London.

Get your man.

What if he won't see me?

At least you'll have your answer.

Yes?

Sir, Mr. Claremont-Diaz is at the gate.

He insists on seeing you.

Can we please talk?

I'm going to let you say what you need
to say, and then I'd like you to leave.

What's going on, Henry?

A week ago, we were happy, and then
you disappear without saying a word?

I think you at least
owe me an explanation.

I have done nothing but explain myself
to you this past year.

I don't know what more you want me to say,

and I don't appreciate you barging in here
in the middle of the night.

Well, I'm sorry I can't turn
my feelings off as easily as you.

D-Do you honestly think
this is easy for me?

What else am I supposed to think?

You won't talk to me.

All I know is I'm the one here
willing to fight for us.

Because it costs you nothing!

I've been losing my mind this week

because the man I love has vanished
from my life without an explanation.

I flew across an ocean.

I

I stormed a fucking castle
to look you in the eye

and tell you that I love you,
knowing that you wouldn't say it back.

So, no, Henry, in fact,
this is costing me everything.

And if this is over,
I at least deserve to know why.

Oh, for Christ's sake, Alex!

For once, I wish you could see me for
who I am and not who you want me to be.

Sometimes I don't think
you know me at all.

I'm not like you.

I can't afford to be reckless.

I wasn't raised by a loving,
supportive family like you were.

I have centuries of history
bearing down on my shoulders.

My life is the crown
and yours is politics,

and I will not trade
one prison for another.

I can love you

and want you and

and still not want that life.

I'm allowed.

All right?

And it doesn't make me a liar.

It makes me a man with some
infinitesimal shred of self-preservation,

and you don't get to come in here
and call me a coward for it.

I would never call you a coward.

We can figure out a way to love each other
on our own terms, no one else's.

That is simply not possible,
and you know it.

Fine.

I'll leave.

And you can live in your tower and protect
your heart for the rest of your life,

and nothing will ever happen to you.

But, Henry

nothing will ever happen to you.

So if you want me to go,
you have to tell me to leave.

Please don't make me.

It is the only way
you're getting rid of me.

Because I would never leave this room
if I didn't think there was any hope

of holding on to the happiness
that I have found with you.

And if you think otherwise,
then you don't know me.

So tell me to go, Henry,

and I promise I will walk out that door
and trouble you no longer.

Wait.

There's something I want you to see.

When I was a boy

my father used to bring me here.

Early in the morning
before the museum opened.

Now I like to come at night.

In here,

at night,

no one else is around to gawk at you

or try and take your picture.

You can slip between the statues
like a shadow.

When I was younger,

I would dream of

taking somebody I loved here.

And he'd love it as much as I did.

And we'd dance right here
amidst all these statues.

Just a daft pubescent fantasy.

Wise men say

Only fools rush in

But I can't help

Falling in love

With you

Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin?

If I can't help

Falling in love

With you

Take my hand

Take my whole life

Please be patient with me,

and I promise
I will try and be brave for us.

Because when they write
the history of my life

I want it to include you

and my love for you.

For I can't

History, huh?

Help

Falling in love

Bet we could make some.

With you

For I can't help

Falling in love

With you.

I want you to have some part of me

until you can have all of me again.

Now we're even.

I love you.

I'll be as patient as you need.

Go win an election.

What's going on?

Is it Grandpa?

Your emails to Alex have been hacked.

They were posted overnight to Reddit.

The Mirror and The Sun
ran them this morning.

And now security photos of the two of you
at the V have been popping up.

H-How many of our emails?

All of them.

I'm so sorry, Henry.

I need to call him.

I'm afraid you can't, sir.

I've taken the liberty of confiscating
your phone as a precaution.

You've done what?

They've taken my phone and laptop as well.

No.

You can't do this.
Orders from the palace, sir.

No, I give the orders in this palace!

These orders are from
Buckingham Palace, sir.

It is believed that this is the work of
certain rogue elements within the media.

C-Can we at least get a message to him?

Um, uh, t-to the White House?

I've tried my contacts
within the White House with no luck.

They may be speaking to Downing Street,
but they're not speaking to us.

The emails, which the Mirror is calling
The Waterloo Letters,

detail the romance of
Prince Henry and Alex Claremont-Diaz,

the son of
American President Ellen Claremont.

As details emerge about

Alex Claremont-Diaz's
relationship with the prince,

the White House is
trying to stay on message.

This is obviously a critical time
for the president in her reelection bid.

Polls have her in a dead heat
with Governor Richards.

Now we have Miguel Ramos of Politico,

who was the first American journalist
to break this story

and who has written extensively about it
in the week since the leak.

I have to ask you, Miguel,
why is this anyone's business?

After all, Alex Claremont-Diaz
is a private citizen.

He isn't at all a private citizen.

He's playing an active role in his mother's campaign.

Well, don't public figures
have a right to privacy?

They do, but these emails clearly show
a pattern of obfuscation

around this relationship, and it's my job
to examine and contextualize them.

I'm curious, Miguel.

These emails were posted to Reddit

at 11:54 p.m. Eastern Standard Time
on Sunday night,

and your first article was posted
at 2:30 a.m. Monday morning.

How did you have time

to read nearly 72 emails,
write an article and publish it

all within two and a half hours?

I'm not sure what you're getting at.

Are you really that quick
or did you perhaps have advance knowledge

that this leak was going to happen?

Good morning.

Henry and I have been together
since the beginning of this year.

As many of you have already read,

we've struggled every day
with what this means

for our families,
our countries and our futures.

And while neither of us is naive
about what it means to be public figures,

we never imagined our most private
and intimate thoughts, fears and truths

would become fodder
for public examination.

What was taken from us this week was
our right to determine for ourselves

how and when
we should share our relationship

and queer identities with the world.

The truth is, every queer person has
the right to come out on their own terms

and on their own timeline.

They also have the right to choose
not to come out at all.

The forced conformity of the closet

cannot be answered with forced conformity
in coming out of it.

This isn't about shame.

This is about privacy

and the fundamental right
of self-determination,

which are exactly the principles

on which the struggle for queer liberation
has always been fought.

But there is another truth
that's much simpler:

I fell in love with a person
who happens to be a man,

and that man happens to be a prince.

He has captured my heart
and made my life immeasurably better.

I love His Royal Highness,

Prince Henry George Edward James
Hanover-Stuart Fox.

I hope one day we'll have the opportunity

to be public about our relationship
on our own terms.

Thank you.

Great job.

I'm proud of you.

Is it still possible
I've cost my mom the election?

Yes.

But it's also possible
that you just won her the election.

We'll find out next week.

I hope Henry was watching.

I could feel him watching.

He does this thing when he's worried.

Furrows his eyebrows.

It's the cutest thing.

God, I miss him.

Oh, my God.

I just have to do everything around here.

Shaan Shrivistava, this is Zahra Bankston.

Look, I know we said we'd only
use these phones in an emergency.

Well,
welcome to that emergency.

I've got the first son in my office,

mooing over the prince
like a cow in labor,

and I'm not gonna get any work done

until you put these two lovesick
homosexuals on the phone with one another.

I don't care what any of those
wrinkled white men at Buckingham Palace

have to say about it.

I want you to march your skinny,
perfect ass over to the prince,

hand him your phone,
or so help me God, you will never

see me naked again.

Wait, what?

I thought you might see it my way.
Yes, we'll hold.

You might be lousy at keeping secrets,
kiddo, but I'm not.

Zahra, I could kiss you!
Touch me and die.

Hello?

ALEX
Baby.

Alex?

Oh, my God. A-Are you all right?

I'm hanging in there.

Are you okay?

No.

No, I'm not okay.

You know what?
I'm coming to London tonight.

Just hold on until I get there.

We'll figure this out.

Hurry.

Please.

I'll break the sound barrier for you.

Okay, move over.

Have you heard from your grandfather yet?

Not a word.

Part of me wonders
if their entire strategy

is to deny I ever existed.

Can't keep you locked away forever.

We really need to get you
a book on English history.

I feel so lost right now.

They used to call me
the Prince of England's Hearts, and now

it feels like everyone hates me.

Hey, they still love you.

They loved the idea of me.

And now they are faced with the reality.

Your speech was beautiful.

It made me very proud
to be your boyfriend.

I'm always proud to be your boyfriend.

Oh, sorry, I'm white and upper-class,

so my affection comes with strings.

Oh, speaking of boyfriends on strings,

you'll never guess who Shaan is dating.

Excuse me, sir.

The king wishes to see you.

Both of you.

You know, it's not too late to
get out of here and fly to the Maldives.

Tempting.

But I think it's time
I stood up for myself.

Might as well start at the top.

The less you say,
the better it'll be for you.

I do not need your advice, Philip.

Yes, well, you continue to make a mockery
of yourself, and in return

During the Second World War,

our intelligence services initiated

a clandestine disinformation campaign
against our enemies.

While we employed it
as a wartime necessity,

there are a number
of unscrupulous governments

who routinely concoct
wholesale fabrications

about prominent people

in order to further
their own national interests.

I wonder, Henry.

Do you suppose that might explain
these unseemly reports?

It's all true, Grandpa.

Nevertheless, I have directed
palace communications

to issue a firm denial
of these accusations.

They are not accusations.

They are the truth.

It's a truth from which
I am determined to protect you.

I don't want your protection.

I want your support.

It is not yours to decide
which of the two you will get.

I'm as much a part of this family as
anyone here, and I deserve to be happy.

Oh, Henry, no one is suggesting
that you don't deserve to be happy. I'm

But to throw away your future

because of one mad infatuation

Have you read our emails, Philip?

God, no.

Well, if you had, you would realize
that this is more than just

a mad infatuation.

Alex and I love each other.

Deeply.

And we are committed
to each other, deeply.

I have read your emails, Henry.

All of them.

They leave no doubt
that your love is genuine.

Occasionally vulgar but genuine.

However, your primary responsibility

is not to your heart but to your country.

And anything other than maintaining
the traditional royal image is

out of the question.

Why is it out of the question?

Mr. Claremont-Diaz,
let me disabuse you of the idea

that your contribution to
this conversation is in any way welcome.

You are party to this problem,
not to its solution.

I'll ask it, then.

Why must we maintain
a traditional royal image?

Bec because, bec

Because the nation
simply will not accept a prince who is

homosexual.

Yes, Tommy, what is it?

There's a rather large crowd
gathering outside.

Well, how many people?

Hard to say, sir. Several thousand.

Right.
That's settled, then.

What is it that we've settled?

You're all to go home immediately,
uh, and await further instructions.

What's going on outside?

Henry, Bea, uh, there's a car waiting
to take you to KP.

Oh, my God, Henry, look at this.

Henry, Bea.

Kensington Palace immediately,
and take the American with you.

Apparently, there are crowds forming
in Manchester, Sheffield, Birmingham,

Cardiff, Edinburgh and Liverpool.

I will no longer be
the prince of shame and of secrets.

Starting today,
the world will know me for who I am

and not who you want me to be.

You can't go out there.

Grandpa, tell them
that they can't go out there.

Henry, my boy.

Are you sure this is what you want?

There is no turning back
if you go out there now.

I certainly hope not.

I love you.

I love you more.

I think that's up for debate.

Well, it has been a long election night.

The entire race now hangs on Texas.

It's possible we are just minutes away

from knowing who the next president
of the United States will be.

With 265 electoral votes,

Governor Richards has swept
Pennsylvania, Ohio, Minnesota

Let's find my dad.
Wisconsin and his home state of Michigan.

Breathe, Alex.
I'll breathe when we win.

President Claremont is behind.
She's currently

Crikey, that's a lot of red.

Yes, it is.

It's all gonna come down to Texas.

Remind me how this works again.

We're the blue team, right?

What do they teach
at that fancy private school?

You just say the word, I'll get you enrolled at UT Austin.

But that means all eyes now turn
to Texas, the president's home state.

Texas of course has 40 electoral votes,
which means very bluntly and simply

it's easy to do the math here

whoever wins Texas
is gonna win the White House.

Hey, Ma.
Hey, hon.

I-I wanted to say something like, uh,

This-this campaign was
never about just me.

It was about the country
we hope to leave to our children.

You may remember that it was her son,
Alex Claremont-Diaz,

who was the driving force
in turning her campaign's focus to Texas.

And some people said that was to the detriment
Can you take a walk with me?

of the campaign's ability to carry
the so-called Rust Belt states tonight.

It was a bold gamble to focus on Texas.

We're gonna see tonight if it paid off.
What's going on?

I think my mom's working on
her concession speech.

You fought hard, and it isn't over yet.

You still haven't noticed my tie.

Yellow roses.

I read it was a thing in Texas.

I thought it might bring you some luck.

Oh, my God, I'm so grateful you're here.

NBC News now projects

that Ellen Claremont has carried Texas
and its 40 electoral votes.

And that means NBC News can now project

that President Ellen Claremont
has been reelected

as president of the United States.

And looking at this map,

it really isn't anything
that we have seen in a generation.

We've got the Republican candidate
sweeping Midwest states like

Ohio, Pennsylvania

Thank you.

There are people who will tell you
that elections don't matter.

But try telling that
to the auto worker in Michigan

who worries whether or not
their plant will be shut down.

Tell that to the transgender
high school student in Mississippi,

voting for the very first time.

Elections do matter
because they give you a voice,

and your voice is blended tonight
with the voices

of millions of Americans just like you:

openhearted, fearless
and alive to a bolder,

brighter, braver future.

What do we do now?

Do you still have my key on you?

We won.

We won.

After you.

Wow, you really are
working-class, aren't you?

Oh, shut up, Your Majesty.

Do you want me to give you
a tour of the house?

Yes, lead the way, darling.

All right, so I took
my first steps right over there.

Far too femme

Surrounded by rocks

You're gonna look the gem

You can dress it away

Talk it away

Dull down the flame

But it's all pretend

It's all pretend

What would my, what would my

Father do?

Do I take a bite,
take a bite of the fruit?

I've heard other people say

It can't be right
if it causes you shame

Have I made you proud?

Take a look at me now

If I've got my father's eyes

I've got my mother's smile

Wrong or right

You're standing right in front
of a green light

Just look at his face

What a beautiful face

How it makes you feel inside

What would my father do?

Do I take a bite,
take a bite of the fruit?

Have I made you proud?

Take a look at me now

If I've got my father's eyes

I've got my mother's smile

Have I made you proud?

Take a look at me now

If I've got my father's eyes

I've got my mother's smile.

Are you a lucid dream?

That's what it seems

I'm not really sure if it's real

But I just got to say

I found my way

The forest got some magical feel, yeah

You've got to color my life

You've got to fill in my thoughts

You've got to color my life

When the city is gone

You've got to fill in my thoughts

With the feels I'm on

Are you a lucid dream

Or just a beam of light

Shining on me?

Or better yet, the camera

You press record

Living in the playback we see

You've got to color my life

You've got to fill in my thoughts

You've got to color my life

When the city is gone

You've got to fill in my thoughts

With the feels I'm on

With the feels I'm on

With the feels I'm on

Yeah, yeah

You've got to color my life

You've got to fill in my thoughts

You've got to color my life

Color my life

You've got to fill in my thoughts

Fill in my thoughts

You've got to color my life

My life

You've got to fill in my thoughts

Fill in my thoughts

You've got to color my life

You've got to fill in my thoughts

You've got to color my life

You've got to fill in my thoughts

You've got to color my life

You've got to fill in my thoughts

You've got to color my life.

Do you think anyone noticed?