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-Thank you.

[KNOCKING]

[KNOCKING]

-Good morning, Your Majesty.

-Oh, get a gun and shoot
that bloody piper, would you?

-Right away, sir.

Your juice, Mrs. Hill.

Thank you, Neil.

REPORTER (ON TV):
Major Tim Stone's

body was flown back home today.

Stone, a GP by profession, had
been called into active service

as a member of the
territory army.

He died whilst--

-Your mobile phones
for today, sir.

Pay as you go.

The blue one is for Mrs. Hill.

-You're a star.

-I'll be ready to
leave in 15, Neil.

Early start this morning.

My boss is having a
meeting at the palace.

-Indeed, ma'am.

-Don't you love your weekly
meeting with the PM, hm?

REPORTER (ON TV): His wife,
Mary, and their children--

-I think this woman wrote to me.

MRS. HILL: Did she?

-Yeah.

About defense cuts.

God. when you actually see
it, the coffin and the kids.

What?

-It's not your problem, Rich.

-Who says?

-Your subjects say.

It's not your problem.

It's my boss' problem.

-She asked for my help.

-And?

-And.

And I don't know.

-Exactly.

You don't know.

So don't tax that tiny
little inbred brain of yours.

Just be a good
king, and lie back,

and forget about politics.

-It's not too late, sir.

We can still go back.

-Just drive, Ray.

[THEME MUSIC]

-So we go next door, yeah?

And, uh, Rob's still
out of it, yeah?

Still on the floor.

-That guy's insane.

-Except we can't tell
why he looks so odd.

And then we get it.

Jimmy P. shaved his
bloody eyebrows off.

-No way.

-Both of them.

-I mean, he looks like
something out of Star Trek.

And then this is
the classic, yeah?

Turns out it's his passing
out parade Saturday

and he's got to have
eyebrow wigs made.

I'm serious.

Eyebrow wigs.

-Oh, mate.

-Your Majesty.

-Mitch, I wish you'd been there.
You would've pissed yourself.

I swear.

-That's awesome.

-I have your post, sir.

-Thanks, Abigail.

Look, I've gotta do this.

-I'm gone.

-What have you got today?

-Uh, pissed lunch
with sexy birds,

spurious visit to
Silverston, then back

to London for
clubbing 'til 3:00.

-Do you ever do any work?

-I'm a playboy prince.

That is work.

You?
-Oh, you know.

The usual.

Waving and smiling,
waving and smiling.

-Laters.

-Yeah.

-The only people who
know who the woman is

are his valet and his PPO.

Neither are gonna betray
that confidence to us.

-No.

You're right.

Of course.

-Abigail might pick
up on stuff, but I

mean, why would she tell me?

She's not stupid.

-No.

She's great.

Isn't she?

-Ma'am?

-She's great.

I've seen you two
laughing and joking.

You make a wonderful couple.

-Ma'am, are you
suggesting-- Do you

want me to get Abigail into bed?

-Did I say that?

I didn't say that.

You do find her attractive,
though, Major Brooks.

-Well, yes.

-Personally, I detest
interstaff relationships.

There's always a
danger one might say

something to a
lover one shouldn't.

But I suppose
sometimes-- sometimes

one just can't help oneself.

-This way, Mrs. Hill.

-The widow of an
officer, and he died in--

[KNOCKING]

-I've written your letter
of condolence to Mrs. Stone,

you asked for, sir.

-Uh, yeah, just
stick it on there.

-And the PM is on his way up.

-Yeah, great.

Can't wait.

Me and Teddy cracking
jokes all morning.

Hilarious.

-I imagine him to be
a very funny man, sir.

-Yeah.

Beneath the ice cold facade,
he's a comedy genius.

Go on.

Bugger off.

-Buggering right off, sir.

-Aren't you going
to do anything, sir?

-What's there to do?

Just, it'll all blow over, Ray.

I promise you.

Just trust me on this one.

-My leaving due, sir, I'm afraid
I wouldn't be happy going ahead

with it under the circumstances.

-What?

-I'm sorry, sir.

-Oh come on.

You're the palace
press secretary.

You must have some
idea who she is.

-Miranda.

If you knew how much
he pottered about,

you'd know why I'm
not interested.

He'll be on the
next one tomorrow.

-Oh, right.

No, it's just I kind
of got the sense

that this one was
a bit more serious.

-Well, I'm sure
she thinks she is.

They all do.

You're gonna love this.

There was this one bird who--

[KNOCKING]

-Your Majesty.

Prime Minister.

-Prime Minister.

-Your Majesty.

-Do come on through.

Have a seat.

GEORGE: All right.

All right, Ray.

Stop going on.

Peter.

Um, I mean, Superintendent.

Have you got five, please.

-Of course, sir.

-Uh, so, uh the point
of these meetings,

obviously, is for
me to, uh-- Well,

I'm meant to listen,
advise, and counsel.

-Well, I find them invaluable.

-Well, I received a letter from
the widow of a-- of an officer,

Major Tim Stone, who
died in active service.

And basically, well, he died.

Well, he died in
agony because he'd

given the last of his
morphine to another officer.

It took him 10 hours to
die with no pain relief.

Anyway, I was just wondering,
in my role, advice, and counsel,

and all that, I wondered
if we could just

have a quick chat
about the defense cuts.

[MUFFLED SPEAKING]

-Course, after the
baroness was the .com girl,

whose dad set up, um,
what's it-- Anyway.

She was at least 20 stone
and I heard him tell George

that apparently she was
like a bouncy castle.

-I think I might
have killed someone.

I mean, I absolutely
wasn't pissed or anything.

And I don't know, maybe I--
I took the bend, um, a bit

too quickly, and as
I straightened up,

well, there was something
by the side of the road

and, um, well, I hit it.

I mean, not full on or anything.

I-- I just, um, uh,
clipped it a bit.

But I-- I definitely
hit something.

-Something?

-Thing is, Pete,
it-- it was dark.

It was raining.

It-- It was really
difficult to see.

-OK, hang on.
Hang on.

What did you find, sir?

When you got out and
looked, what did you find?

-Um, you see, um, Ray was
convinced that it was deer.

I mean, I wanted
to-- to get out.

I-- I-- I-- I wanted
to get out and look,

but-- but Ray said that there
was really no need to get out.

-OK, sir.

I'm gonna see what
I can find out.

See if I can
confirm what you may

or may not have hit last night.

Until I do, you will talk
to no one about this.

Not your sisters,
not Queen Charlotte,

and most certainly not the king.

Is that clear.

Sir?

-It's crystal.

-Good.

-So one can't really call them
defense cuts, because the RAMC

have actually benefited
by an increased funding

of-- of over 3% as a direct
result of our re-allocations.

-Right.

-But, as I say, it's all
in the white paper report.

And I know it's only
1,000 pages or so,

but you do still get
a sense of the detail

of what we're trying to do.

So read that and then,
uh, next week maybe we

could have a proper discussion?

-Yeah.

I'm sure the detail is
very important, of course.

It's just a man died, Teddy.

A good man, because
he gave another man

the last of his
medical supplies.

And I suppose that's
the human cost.

Isn't it?

-Indeed, sir.

So.

You looking forward to the royal
variety show next Thursday?

Well, he's got balls,
I'll give him that.

But I think he got the message.

-Did he have anything
interesting to say?

PRIME MINISTER: Ish.

MIRANDA: OK.

-Dear Mrs. Stone,
I'm very sorry--

-Oh god.

-So.

I've heard his story.

Now I want to hear yours.

-Bored.

-Very.

-Dig.

-Ma'am?

-I'll be honest with you, boss.

I had my eyes closed.

I wasn't asleep, so I heard
it, but I didn't see it.

He pulled up, I looked at
him, asked him what it was.

He was as white as a sheep.

He was babbling.

Not making much sense.

So I went to open the
door, and he just lost it.

Started screaming
at me to stay put.

And for a second, I'll
admit it, I did hesitate.

Then he just suddenly
put his foot down.

I was shouting at him to
stop, but he wouldn't, Pete.

He just wouldn't.

But short of
grabbing the wheel--

I think we were five miles
down the road, then 10.

Then he asked me to drive.

-I'll need your exact route.

Have you told anyone about this?

-No one.

-Keep it that way.

-Coming, sir.

-Neil.

I want this hand
delivered, please.

RUBY: So me and Vinnie are
on the look out for anything

we can find.

-Aw, man that is gross.

-It's genius.

-So what have you got so far?

-Some of Isabel's hair, a
plaster with George's blood

on it, and some used
cotton buds of Eleanor.

-Ugh.

And you seriously think people
will offer you money for them?

-People are weird.

-In the middle ages,
people used to think

a touch of the monarch's
hand could cure scruffian.

-Yeah, that would be because
they were very, very stupid.

-What?

You think we're any smarter now?

We still have our little gods.

-I don't!

-Well, there are plenty that do.

They still stand
out there, waiting

to shake little Dicky's hand.

Touch the hem of his garment.

They want a bit of
the magic to rub off.

So to have their own
little bit of them.

All five of them.

Well, gold, I suppose.

-You're vile, the pair of you.

-You seen [INAUDIBLE]?

-Yeah.

I got Queen
Charlotte's own hair.

-Oh yeah!

-Simon.

Don't get tricky.

If you guys don't wanna do it,
then we'll do it on our own.

-Eleanor's done the
Service of Remembrance

for the last five years.

-Yeah, that was then.

This is now.

Seriously, if the king
talks to [INAUDIBLE],

then Eleanor has to
do the dreary colonel.

-Oh, but he has such bad breath.

(LISP) Spits when he talks.

-Fine, then.

-OK.

OK.

Fine, fine.

Fine.

God, I love a dominant woman.

-I have never been so
insulted in all my life.

-So does he, by all accounts.

The king.

She's on top, so I heard.

Our, uh, mystery woman.

-So crass of her.

-You love it.

-All right, Ray.

-Hello, Abigail.

-Just a few more days to go,
and then you're a free man.

Lines every day.

Gold whenever you
want, you lucky bugger.

-Yes, aren't I?

-See you.

-Bye.

-Argh!

Ruby.

-All done in there.

-What do you look like?

-How is Mr. Dobbs?

-Are you a relative?

-I'm DCIP Bayfield.

Is he gonna be OK?

-Um, I don't know.

Maybe.

-Has he said anything?

-He mentioned something
about a number plate.

-Officer.

Amanda Dobbs, his granddaughter.

Just wondered if you'd
made any progress.

-Um, no.

Nothing as yet.

-Broken pelvis.

Three fractured ribs.

Wouldn't treat a dog
like that, would you?

-No.

No, it's-- it's
pretty despicable.

-Can I get your number?

Someone to talk to.

Mom's going spare.

-Uh, just ring the
main switchboard.

They'll put you through.

-We need information.

I'm sorry.

-Newton Green police
station, please.

No, just put me
straight through.

-I've got it.

-Let's see.

-The monarch's toenail.

-Right.

Hang on.

-Richard's toenail, Isabel's
hair, Eleanor's earwax,

George's blunt.

Four down.

One to go.

-How likely is it
that Mr. Dobbs will

be able to identify the car?

-It's a distinctive plate.

-The one the king
bought him for his 21st?

-G210487.

-Oh, great.

-What else?

-Um, the granddaughter,
Amanda Dobbs,

she overheard me tell
the nurse my name.

Well, she must've
Googled me or something,

because she rang the
palace switchboard.

-Oh, no, no, no, no.

-Wanted to know what the
king's PPO was doing asking

questions about her grandfather.

-Right.

Peter.

Stick with the victim.

Anything changes, the local
police situation develops,

let me know ASAP.

I'm assuming that
Ray is still on site?

-Absolutely.

-We need to come
up with something

to explain your presence
at the hospital.

Something innocuous to
put her off the scent.

-Abby?

-Um, yeah, fine, but can I just
be sure we're all clear here.

This is a hit and run.

A man could die and, well,
we're happy to cover that up?

-Consider the alternative.

We don't have a choice.

-So Short just completely
takes the piss out of him?

-PM's an ass.

Patronizing, condescending.

-He's a politician.

That's part of the
job description.

-Maybe.

Or maybe he suspects
the king has a point.

-The king?

What happened to tricky Dicky?

-Enough about Dicky.

I've just come from a
crisis meeting about George.

-Oh.

Another great
chapter for our book.

-King Richard attacks PM.

Well, I had no idea Mary Sterne
had friends at the paper.

As far as I was concerned, it
was a private communication.

-May I ask why you
decided to change

the letter of condolence, sir?

I just, uh-- I
thought she deserved

more than a box
standard response.

No offense, Abigail.

-Say, you have insulted
the Prime Minister.

-Well, that's your opinion.

-It's the front page, its--

[RINGING]

-Excuse me one second.

Hiya.
MIRANDA (ON PHONE): Hey.

Just a quick heads up.

I'd back off this Mary Stone
business if I were you.

-Oh great, thanks
for the advice.

-Yeah.

Daddy's pretty mad about it,
and I don't need to tell you,

this is not territory
you should be in.

-Do you think I
have a point, then?

MIRANDA (ON PHONE): So what?
You're the King.

-Out of interest, though.
-Look, I've got to go.

I've got a meeting wit
the Prime Minister,

the man I work for,
I'll call you later.

-Miranda--

-Sorry.

Sorry, carry on.

-Sir, I'm sure it wasn't your
intention to insult the PM,

but the way they've
spun it-- you're

attacking his defense cuts and
suggesting that he's not taking

the problems they're
closing seriously.

-Well, I've stated facts.
-Sir.

RICH: Mary Stone has
lost her husband,

her kids have lost a father.

Now she needed my support,
and I've given it.

-I understand that, sir,
and that's very admirable.

RICH: Please,
don't patronize me.

-But what we are going to
do now is to call the PM

and explain how this
was just a one off,

and reassure him that we have
no intention of interfering.

-Interfering?

-In politics.

Never again, sir.

-No.

Should I tell you what
we're going to do now?

We're going to invite her in.

-Invite who in?

-Mary stone.

Get her over.

Tea.

-Sir, that will be seen
as extremely provocative.

RICH: I'm off for a swim.

-I'm sensing that the
more we tell him not to--

-Well, that's still
standing then.

-Welcome back, Your Majesty.

How was [INAUDIBLE]?

-Lovely, thank you.

Tell me, Kovindar,
how are they all?

Still talking to one another?

-Just about, ma'am.

-Hello, Jeremy.

Good break?

-In Norfolk?

Please.

-Pleased to be back, then.

-God, I need a stiff one.

Or at the very least, a drink.

That drive has done me in.

Cases?

-Am I being a
totally idiot here?

It's all business.

To be honest.

-An idiot, a liability,
a pain in the butt, sire.

-Not that honest.

-If I were you, I
think I might be

behaving in exactly
the same way.

-Thanks.

Mrs. Stone, how
nice to meet you.

-How nice to meet you.

-Thanks for coming,
do go on through I

hope you didn't have
too much a journey.

Please, do sit down.

I really was--

-His Majesty expressed
his condolences.

He is very kind.

He is a great listener.

-That's not so bad.

-He also is very
concerned about the level

of government funding.

-Oh no.

-He believes our troops should
be treated with the same

level of loyalty
and respect as--

-Yes?

Prime Minister.

Yes.

Well, pop over.

We'd love to see you.

-We're delighted His Majesty
is taking an interest

in these matters, but
there's now a danger

that he's abusing his
constitutional powers.

-I can assure you His Maj--

-And if that happens, if things
start to get out of shape,

then-- Well, then it
all ends up very messy.

-He really does need
to keep quiet now, Ian.

For the sake of the nation.

-For the sake of the nation.

Hm.

I see.

-All right.
Bottom line, Ian.

Can you shut him up?

-Mrs. Hill.

His Majesty the king
does not shut up.

-OK.

-Well, I won't be quiet.

I won't shut up, so.

I'm not gonna just roll over.

In fact, she's invited me to
her husband's old barracks

next month, and I'm
seriously thinking of going.

-That's a really bad idea, sir.

-Oh, is it?

-They would see that
as you deliberately

picking a fight, sir.
-Well, fine.

Let them.

What are they gonna do?

-Do we really want to
go down that road, sir?

Open confrontation?

-I have a chance to change--

-Yes, but sir--

-Please let me finish.

To genuinely make a difference
instead of just waving

and smiling, waving and smiling.

We could all change stuff.

-Well, he obviously
knows he can't do this.

What the hell has got into him?

-Neil.

This Mary Stone business.

Why's he doing it?

Why's he taking it so far?

What's winding him up?

-You don't wanna know.

-I need to know.

For his sake.

He could get himself
into a lot of trouble.

-I'll do this once,
then we're quits.

-Deal.

-The girlfriend.

-What?

She's still seeing her?

-And what?

She's encouraging
him to do this?

-No.

The opposite, I think.

-I'm lost.

-The girlfriend.

It's Miranda Hill.

-No.

-Yeah.

-Miranda Hill, Miranda Hill?

-Miranda Hill.

-Oh, Jesus.

What the bloody hell'd
you tell me that for?

-That's Mummy's

-You what?

-It's her favorite.

Use another.

[SCREAMING]

-Nice [INAUDIBLE].

Great ball.

Nice ball.

Nice area.

Good bowling.

Getting a bit rusty there, mate.
Legwork's all over the place.

-Yeah, out of practice.

When was the last time I played?

-Roddy 21st?

-No, was it?

-When else?
-That's over a year ago.

-Yep.

-Hey, man, what's the name
of that girl at Roddy's?

-Ooh.

Gerty.

-Yeah.

-Flirty Gerty.

-Yeah, she smelled like a guppy.

Just sort of clamped her
mouth on it and stayed there.

-Didn't one of your
PPOs have to remove her?

-Yeah, it took three
of them in the end.

How is old Roddy?

You were there the other night?

-Yeah, he's good.

-We should meet up.

-Heh.

-What?

-Nothing.

-What?

-I just-- I don't know why
you even bother saying it?

-Saying what?
-That we should meet up.

I mean, you always say
it, and it never happens,

so, you know, just don't
even bother saying it.

-Well, things are busy, mate.
-Yeah, I know.

-Well, things are busy, mate.
-Yeah, I know.
I know.

I know.

Sorry.

I'm-- I'm knackered.

Heavy day.

-Yeah, tell me about it.

-Yeah, fair enough.

Listen.

I'm gonna crash.

-All right.

-But, uh, that was a laugh.

We should do it again sometime.

-We will.

-Night.

-Night, George.

George.

You OK?

Are we, you know, OK?

-Never better, bro.

Never better.

Night.

-Yeah.

-Even on informal
visits, Mr. Hobbs,

our personal protection officers
will still do a security sweep.

Now, for obvious reasons,
we don't publicize the fact,

but also because it would spoil
the surprise for the patients.

But listen, thank you
so much for your call.

And if the visit does go ahead,
maybe you and your grandfather

would like to meet the king.

WOMAN (ON PHONE): Oh
you're kidding me!

That would be amazing!

-Yeah, well-- Well,
it's not confirmed yet.

And, as I say, if
it does go ahead,

you'll be the first
person I call.

OK.

Bye now.

-Hi.

Thank you.

-Mm.

Rough day?

-Mm.

You don't wanna know.

-Oh, come on, spill the beans.

Maybe I can help.

-Yeah, really.

-So, listen, have you
heard about George?

-George?

No, what's up?

-Apparently he'd been worrying
about some kind of rock.

Major tantrums all around.

First he's leaning to his
arm, and then it's off.

Then it's on again.

Ray's been a real dick by all
accounts, which is a shame

because he's asked me to one
of his references and, um--

ABIGAIL: Simon.

Ray is a saint, trust me.

-What?

To put up with George?

-You know, just
once-- just once,

it would be nice to
think you're here

because you enjoyed my company.

-What?

-I'll see you around.

-Abby, come on-- Abby,
what are talking about?

Abby!

Ray is the wrong party.

Ray's our way in.

-So I was in there way too long
and Jeremy was looking over

at me and I realized
I already had it.

-What?

-The Queen's lips.

-Vinny, you are a genius.

-Yeah, I know.

-I'm watching you, Kovindar.

Naughty boy.

I wouldn't trust you as
far as I could throw you.

-Oh, please.

The only thing she's ever
thrown is a hissy fit.

-Did you say something?

-Nada, Jeremy.

Nada.

-Evening, gents.

-Ma'am.

-Oh, stop it.

It's only me.

Oh God, I love this one.

This is the sequel, isn't it?

Classic.

Uh, Ray, could I borrow
you for 10 seconds?

Thank you.

Ray, I wanted to
say goodbye, really.

-Oh, ma'am.

-It's nothing fancy.

-Thank you so much.

-Well open it.

Go on.

-To Ray, a true friend.

With love, Eleanor.

-Very important to me that you
realize how much we appreciate

the years of service
you've given us.

-I do, ma'am.

-Good.

And, because I keep my ear
to the ground, I hear things.

I would hate for there to be
any unfinished business for you

here, Ray.

So what I'm saying
is is that I'm here,

if you need me, to--
just to talk to, really.

-Where is Mr. Hill tonight?

-Another conference.

This time it's Brussels.

-So apparently, you asked Ian
if he could make me shut up.

-Yeah.

Technically that
was Teddy's line.

I just said it.

-So you listen to him, then.

-Well, he pays my salary.

-Yeah.

Me you're just sleeping with.

-Oh, grow up.

-This is me growing up.

This is me caring
about the army.

About-- About people.

-Look.

We all care, Rich.

OK?

We all care.

-Yeah.

So I suppose a shag's
out of the question.

-Well, I think we can safely
say that George has screwed up.

-Oh, George.

-So now we're patient.

We wait until the king
is most vulnerable.

And only then do you tell
him about the accident.

-He'll be needing my support.

-You encourage him to do the
only sensible thing he can.

Cover this up for the
sake of the monarchy.

-Oh, I love this.

It's like one of your
military operations.

-And when he's done that,
when he's got his hands dirty,

when we've got them
both, that's when

we leak how naughty
little brothers have been.

-Who knows?

With a fair wind
and a bit of luck.

Cheesy Wotsit?

REPORTER (ON TV): Trouble
in parliament today

for King Richard following
the publication of a set

of photographs taken
whilst at Sandhurst.

Terry Cheedle, MP
for Saltingham West,

suggests that King Richard
showed a great contempt

for the military with his
disrespectful behavior.

-Well, that was taken a year
before I joined Sandhurst.

-Yes, sir.

You are aware that
this will have

come from Downing Street, sir?

-What?
This came from his?

Office

-Yes, sir.

-From his press office?

-Yeah.

Miranda.

Or one of her team.

They would have sourced
the photo, leaked it.

Smart move, given the
position the family serves in.

-The MP.

That thing he said about me
not caring about the army.

-They'd have briefed
him to say that.

This will die very quickly
if I call Downing Street

and let them know we won't
be making anymore statements.

Sir?

-Yeah.

Do whatever you can.

-Yes, sir.

-It's time.

MIRANDA (ON PHONE):
Hi, it's Miranda.

Sorry I can't take your call.

Please leave a message.

-Nice work, really.

We all care, Rich.

We all care.

Yeah, right.

You sleep well tonight, Miranda.

-Hey.

If it's any consolation,
I think people

know the press are bastards.

They won't believe a word of it.

-Really?

-Yeah.

They know you're
doing your best.

-Thanks.

-Rich.

-Yeah.

-I'm aware you need more hassle
right now like you need a hole

in the head, but there's
something you should know.

About George.

[KNOCKING]

-Hi.

-Hey.

-Listen, Abby, I just
wanted to say, um--

-What?

-Well, that I'm sorry
about yesterday.

-Oh, don't worry about it.

You were just doing your job.

Weedling, conniving, cajoling.

It's just business.

-Hang on, hang on.

Hang on, love.

It's more than that.

Abby.

I like you.

-Do you?

-Yes, I do.

I mean I really,
really like you.

-What the hell do you
think you're doing?

No.

I said what do you
think you are doing.

-I-- Nothing.

I'm sorry if I got it wrong.

-Yeah, you did get
it wrong, mate.

Very.

How-- How dare you assault me?

-Assa-- Assault you?

Abby, I-- I-- I di-- I-- Mm.

-There.

See?

How do you like it?

-A lot.

A lot!

-And I would so be
interested in a swap.

I've got a huge collection
of Madonna memorabilia.

Boring.

-I love your royal collection.

Fancy swapping them
for signed pics

of Rudolf Nureyev
and Margot Fonteyn.

-Who?

-Um, Sinatra.

Nope.

England World Cup team.

-No.

-Hi, Freaks.

How about swapping with me.

I've got a large collection
of Manic Street Preacher

memorabilia, and I could do two
cigarette butts authenticated

as having been taken from
the car of Richie Edwards.

-What?
The Richie Edwards?

-From the car of
Richie Edwards that

was left at the Seven Bridge
carpark prior to his suicide.

-His actual butts?

The actual ones that were
actually in his mouth?

-And all they want are
some old toe clippings.

-Oh my god.

-What a bunch of losers.

[KNOCKING]

-What the hell have you done?

-Miranda.

-I know you know, Jaunty.

Neil rang me, so.

-What did you want?

-Can you get me in to see him?

-No.

And you're taking a real risk
by coming here unannounced.

My advice, go home.

-I need to speak to him.

-Well, I don't imagine he's
too keen to speak to you.

-I was just doing my job.

-Right.

-Oh, come on, Jaunty.

-Miranda, what is this to you?

I mean, Jesus.

I'm not sure that messy does it.

Go home to your husband.

Do yourself a favor and
forget about the king.

-I mean, we had a beer
for Christ's sakes.

We had a beer, and I actually
asked you if everything was OK.

Oh, yeah, Rich.

No, never better, mate.

Never better.

And you told Pete Bayfield.

You can tell Pete
Bayfield and not me?

How the hell does that work?
-Bloody hell, Rich.

What are you more
pissed off about?

What I did or that
I didn't tell you?

-What you did, of course.

-For which I'm truly sorry.

What I did was stupid and crap.

And I panicked.

-Yeah.

-And I don't know
what to do about it.

And yes, I should have told you,
but I just felt-- I don't know.

I just felt I couldn't.

-Why couldn't you?

What do you mean you couldn't?

You're mt brother.

-And you're the king.

Things have changed, Rich.

Yeah, like it or
not, they've changed.

-They haven't changed that much.

-Haven't they?

So who decides what happens now?

Who decides what happens to me?

That's why I didn't tell you.

Because I didn't want to
put you in that position.

-I don't see why
it's such a big deal.

Well, it was an accident.

George hasn't killed anyone.

-Not yet.

-Well, you would never
do anything to hurt him,

would you?

So George can stop worrying.

Rich will protect you.

Won't you?

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