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-Your Royal Highness.

-Mm.

-Is that you, ma'am?

Cute.

And how old are you there?

-Three.

-You were a knockout even then.

CHARLOTTE: Hm.

SIMON: And who's the gentleman?

-That's Lord Newbridge,
Uncle Edward.

Pretty much the
last time I saw him.

SIMON: And where is
your father, the King?

-That's just what I'm wondering.

[THEME MUSIC]

-Sir, the lunch'll end at 1:30.

After that, you've
got half an hour

with the investor's
vice chancellor.

At two o'clock, the--

-Oh, come on.

I've only got two minutes with
you and then I'm away all day.

-Let me just brief you on this.
-(SIGHING) Stop being boring.

-Yes, sir.

After the-- after--

-Stop talking.

-Not here, please.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

They're naming a rain
barrel after you.

-They're what?

-Your majesty.

Oh, thank goodness.

I nearly forgot your spare ties.

Oh, Miss Thomas.

Um, now this is
your old school tie.

-Yeah.

-Then slip this one on
for the Royal Hussars.

And, uh, then finally, this one
for the Athenaeum this evening.

Sorry.

Do you mind?

-No, not at all.

-Actually, I should come
with you to the car.

-Uh, great.

-Very busy day.

-Right.

-Morning, Your Majesty.

Busy day, sir.

-Yeah.

I guess I'll see you one day, if
your busy diary can fit me in.

-Oh, well, I'll get my
people to call your people.

-His Majesty's ties for the day.

-Nice to see you both so happy.

The Princess would
like to see you later.

I'll be in touch.

ELEANOR: I mean, I can speak
to you in absolute confidence,

can't I?

-Of course, I am your priest.

-Yes.

S-sorry.

I've discovered that
my mother, the Queen,

may have conducted a friendship
with another man not my father.

-I see.

Friendship?

-Well, you don't expect me
to go into detail, do you?

-No, ma'am, of course not.

Well, I can only
imagine this happened

a long time in the past?

-Yes, 25 years ago.

-Well, there you are.

I know she loved the
King, I know she loves you

and King Richard
and-- 25 years, is it?

Isn't the King nearly 25?

-Yes.

It all happened shortly
before he was born.

-Sorry, shortly--

-Well, 9 or 10 months before.

Oh, John, that's not important.

My brother, whether
or not he's--

-Legitimate.

-Yes.

I don't care about that.

I'm just so angry with my
mother and I hate myself for it.

-Yes.

Yes, ma'am.

And we can talk about
that at some length soon.

But I just-- the King
might not be the King?

-Even if he's not-- ooh, one
of us, he, he's still the King.

You are about to
crown him, aren't you?

-Ma'am, if he's not truly chosen
by God to lead his people,

then I-- I don't know.

-We can't cancel the coronation
'cause of some silly rumor--

can we?

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

-Have you've come to tell me
the Abbey's burned down, eh?

-I've just heard that the
young man I am about to crown

may be illegitimate.

-Who told you this?

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

John?

-I can't tell you.

A very reliable source indeed.

-Sir Iain, ma'am.

-Your Majesty.

-Good afternoon, Iain.

-Uh, good afternoon, ma'am.

-Something urgent?

-Well, it's, uh,
something, ma'am.

Are you well?

-I'm not saying I
believe it or anything,

but she's got that
twinkle in her eye.

You know.

-There's this, um,
thing I've got word of.

It's, um, some
nonsense, of course.

-Think of the best piece of
gossip you've ever, ever,

ever, ever, ever, ever heard--

-Eh, I, I didn't believe
a word of it myself,

but of course, it
would be remiss

of me not to
discuss it with you.

- --double it.

Double it again.

-So-- well, here it is.

Apparently--

-Queen Charlotte
goes like a train.

-It's rumored that you had a
relationship with someone other

than your late husband.

Of course, it's absolute to
nonsense, but if it were true,

it could affect
constitutionally the fitness

of your son to be crowned.

-(LAUGHING) Oh, Iain, what
will they think of next?

-Yes, ma'am.

-It's ridiculous, of course.

You don't need to worry
about it for another second.

-Yes, ma'am.

And I apologize.

I'm sure we have no need
to mention this again.

CHARLOTTE: Good.

Who else?

-Several footmen,
the King's valet,

chambermaids, two PPOs, Neil--

-I have to tell him.

-None of them understand
what it was like back then,

what you were going through.

They all think--

-Hush now.

I need to see the King.

-How the hell did
this one get out?

-Well, I don't think
that matters, not now.

You wanted to see
me for something?

-Oh, just, there's a
rehearsal run from the palace

to the Abbey on Saturday
morning at 5:00.

I thought you might want the
details for a press release,

but it doesn't really
seem that important now.

-Mm.

We've persuaded Nigella
to do a special coronation

recipe using British lamb.

The government is happy,
the farmers are happy.

It-- bores.

-OK, a little something you
don't need to worry about.

It's all smoothed over.

Hm.

What's the news?

[GIGGLING]

You've heard it
too, haven't you?

-Mm.

-It's nonsense.

-Right.

-Absolutely.

-I'm going to have to
tell the King, aren't I?

-A welcoming reception.

And no brass band, even better.

-Ha!

-What have I done this time?

-Sir.

-Nothing at all.

CHARLOTTE (VOICEOVER): 25 years
ago, I made a terrible mistake.

-Hm?

-I became infatuated
with someone.

It, it lasted about three weeks,
this-- Daddy was away on tour

in the Far East and, and I was
lonely, stupid, and horrible.

And now everyone knows.

-What?

-Any minute now, you're going
to have Iain and Abigail up here

telling you stories about me.

And I just wanted you to
know that they're true,

but they don't tell you
what you need to know,

which is that you are
your father's son.

-They're saying I'm not King.

-But it's rubbish,
Richard, I promise you.

I promise.

-How-- how exactly do
you promise me that?

You know, because
I'd imagine you

have to have some
test done, right?

-No, a, a mother knows.

-Oh, please.

And it's all around the palace--
is that why you're here, now

there's no way of hiding it?

Oh, god.

Wow.

Well, that explains
a lot, doesn't it?

-Oh darling, you
must listen to me.

You are the King, you
are your father's son.

-They'll kill us for this.

CHARLOTTE: I'm sorry.

-No, no.

No, no, no no.

No, I can't just change the
list of coronation guests.

Yes, of course I've
heard of Madonna,

and, and I'm a big
fan, but I-- no.

No, it's not just a
question of money.

I-- yeah--

-Abby, I need to talk to you.

I--

-Hi.

-Your Majesty.

-So, you're discussing me, yes?

-Yes, sir.

-Right.

So we what?

We deny it?

-We could.

Uh, may I ask how--

-Iain, it's true.

She, uh-- yeah, I
might not be King.

The press are gonna take
her to pieces, aren't they?

-They'll want to judge
public opinion first,

then they'll ramp it up a bit.

-And then what?

-Then they'll go for you, sir.

You've no right to reign,
that'll be the headline.

-No, it's not the headline
because you are king.

Let's prove that and get
back to the coronation.

RICHARD: Yeah, how?

IAIN: Take a DNA test, sir.

Prove yourself king
and the story's dead.

-Yeah, but what--
what if I'm not.

-You are.

And if not-- well, we'll cross
that bridge when we get there.

-Iain, I don't know.

Maybe we should just
laugh this one off.

IAIN: No, sir.

-What, you're ordering
me to take the test?

-Sir, these rumors cut to the
very heart of who you are.

If they continue, it will
be my constitutional duty

to discuss them with
the Prime Minister.

And I imagine the
Archbishop of Canterbury

will be unwilling to crown
you until it's resolved.

We can't laugh at it
and we can't ignore it.

-Iain, what do you think the
press will do if they find out

that the King is
having a DNA test?

-Well why don't we
test the whole family?

That way, if it gets out, we
can claim that we were screening

for a rare blood
disorder or something.

IAIN: Yes, we'll test you all.

-OK, yeah.

Good.

-Thank you, sir.

-Oh, uh-- I guess we'll have
to get Izzy back here then.

-It's not a problem, sir.

And I'll talk to your
brother and sister.

-Oh, well, I can talk
to Princess Eleanor,

if you'd like.

-OK.

-Oh, will you come and find me
once you've spoken to Eleanor?

-Yes, sir.

Yeah, and, uh, don't--
don't be too long, eh?

-So the King's agreed
to take a DNA test.

Very brave of him.

-Actually, Iain would like all
of you to take the test, ma'am.

-Why me?

-No stone left
unturned, I suppose.

-Are you suggesting that
I'm the one that-- I see.

Very clever.

Who thought of that, I wonder?

-Ma'am.

ELEANOR: Please
tell the King I will

do whatever I can to help him.

I just worry this will
push him over the edge.

Find out how he
feels, would you?

And then tell Major
Brooks here all about it.

-Ma'am.

-Ah!

Uh, they're on your desk, just
waiting for your signature.

I was just--

-Yes, you were.

Now then, these ridiculous
rumors about His Majesty--

-Aren't they?

I was just telling Harriet--

-Yes, now, who told you?

-Uh, well, well, I,
um, don't like to say.

-I do.

-(GIGGLING) I bet she's--

-Ruby.

-Yes, ma'am.

I'd be very grateful if you--

-La la la la la la la la!

La la la!

I can't hear you,
I can't hear you!

-Hi, guys.

-Hi.

-Quick chat?

-Yup.

-Your Royal Highness.

It's great to see you back.

The King was most anxious to
see you as soon as you returned.

Are you well, ma'am?

-Yes, David.

Better than ever.

See you later.

-So who told you, Jimmy?

-Rubes, but it was already
all over the palace.

-Yeah, but actually, they
all lead back to one person.

I talked to Margaret
in F Division.

She got it from Victoria in
fan mail who got it from Philip

over in accounts who'd
been chatting to you.

I talked to Paul, the
PPO, who got it from Carl

at the main gate who got it
from Sophie, the chambermaid.

-Who got it from you.

Ruby.

-I never!

ABIGAIL: So who told you?

-I can't.

-Ruby, the Queen's
reputation could

be in shreds because
of your fat mouth.

Who?

-Well, he told me not to tell
anyone, especially not you.

-Especially not me.

-Who?

I don't get it.

Who the hell are
we talking about?

-Hello.

So what have you got for me?

-You piece of shit.

-No, I already know that.

You started the rumor
about Queen Charlotte.

-They're not rumors.

-Yeah, but they were buried
until you stoked it all up

and now the King has
to deal with them.

Feel good?

Did Princess Eleanor
get you to do it?

-Look at you,
suddenly all loyal.

-She did.

You want to spy on the King
and she spreads this story

about her own mother and he ends
up having to take a DNA test.

Is she-- the Princess
wants to be Queen.

-Dr. Hooper here will
take swab samples

from the inside of your mouth.

The results will be ready
as soon as possible.

Now, who would like to go first?

-Question.

This is all secure,
right? 'Cause

I don't want you, um,
cloning any of us.

I mean, you know, I don't
want to see hundreds

of mini-mes prancing
down the Mall.

-Keep the gags coming, fat boy.

-Oh, hello, nutter.

Didn't recognize you
without your straitjacket.

-All right, all right, come on.

-Yes, come on.

This is for Rich.

I will go first.

-Why does she want
him to do this?

If the test proves
him illegitimate,

then George becomes
king, surely.

Iain will have to go
to the Prime Minister

and the PM isn't gonna
rectify Prince George.

He'll want someone--

-More dependable in
a time of crisis.

-They'll want someone who can
restore faith in the monarchy,

and that's Princess Eleanor.

-Thank you, ma'am.

-Mhm.

-Who's next?

-Oh, me please,
lovely Dr. Hooper.

-Izzy.

-Oh, come on, Rich.

I'm fine now.

I mean, apart from
these uncontrollable

urges I get to scream "My
own family put me away,"

perfectly fine.

Oh, come on guys,
I'm just kidding.

All right.

Come on, Doctor, I'm hardly
gonna bite your fingers off.

-Say the tests come
back as negative

but he still wants to stay on.

Have you thought about that?

Illegitimacy is hardly
recognized these days.

So many couples have their
children out of wedlock,

et cetera, et cetera.
He's still fit to reign.

What do you do then?

-Well, Iain'll still have
to take this news to the PM.

See, that's the problem with
an unwritten constitution.

He'd want to make
sure the public

still wanted the King to reign.

-Which means?

-A referendum on the monarchy.

-Come on then, Doctor.

Not one filling.

Good, eh?

-Yes, sir.

Very impressive.

-A referendum?

Are you kidding?

He would never put his
family up for public debate.

Can you imagine?

The only person to survive that
sort of scrutiny would be--

-Princess Eleanor.

If he wants to stay or if he
goes, either way, she wins.

And if the tests prove
him king, then we

just go on playing
happy families.

You know, you'd almost think
we'd thought this through.

-Thank you, sir.

So that just leaves--

-He's not up to it.

When she's queen, everything'll
be easier for everyone.

-How long have
you've both been--

did you get me into bed--
was that all part of--

-I'll tell you
what, let's not go

into what I do or
do not feel for you.

-I'm going to the King.

-No, you're not.

Because you're in love with him.

And if you do anything
against the Princess,

she'll reveal the book and
you'll never see him again.

Or have I missed something?

You know, if it makes you feel
any better, you broke my heart.

Just like the King's
gonna break yours.

-Thank you, Your Majesty.

-Well then.

Fingers crossed.

[PHONE RINGING]

-Hi.

I need to see the King.

-Miss Thomas.

-Thanks, David.

Hiya.

I was wondering
where you got to.

Hey, what's that?

-It's a insider's report
on life in the palace.

A "What's New" expose on
you, your family, and staff.

-No way.
Where, where did you find it?

Who's written it?

-Me.

When they came to me, when they
offered me a deal to write it,

you were still the
Prince of Wales.

You were so different.

My mother had just died and
you didn't-- you didn't even--

I just gotten you out of some
girl's flat and helped bundle

you to the back of a car
and I almost missed my own

mother's funeral and
you didn't even notice.

I was so angry and
it was so much money.

I just thought-- I know.

And you're nothing like that
now, but I've signed a contract

and they won't let me
out and I've, I've tried

and I've tried, but I'm trapped.

Sir, I believe that your
sister, Princess Eleanor,

is responsible for this
rumor about your mother.

I believe that she wants to
steal the crown from you.

She knows about this book.

She's been blackmailing me.

And, and so, you
mustn't trust her.

-But I should trust you?

-I've got nothing left to hide.

Please believe me
about your sister.

Major Brooks more or
less confessed to me

that they've been--
-Get out.

-Oh shit.

The whole palace
is falling apart.

-No.

No, she's probably a bit upset
about something else, you know?

Flower arrangements at the
Abbey, something like that.

- --MI5 and the Met.

Uh, I'll get back to you.

Your Royal Highness?

-Now this business,
it's, um, silly, eh?

-Yes, sir.

-I just, um-- uh,
there's a chance,

isn't there, that I might,
well, suddenly be it.

So, um, I thought that
maybe, uh, you and I, we

could have a, uh,
um, a little chat.

I mean, I'm, I'm across
most of it, you know.

Um, vis-a-vis the,
um, religion thing.

Supreme Governor of the
Church of England, right?

-Yes, sir.

Well done.

-I know.

And, um, then there's, uh, the
Army, um, Admiral of the Fleet.

Uh, audiences with the PM.

Uh, they don't go on
too long, do they?

-Not too long, no, sir.

-Good.

And, uh, there's probably
some charitable stuff

I'd need to brush up on.

And then there's,
uh, the Commonwealth.

My GCSE Geography wasn't
really much of a triumph.

So.

Any pointers?

-What will they give us?

Two weeks?

Two days notice
before out on our ear?

-When King James died,
they had his page

out within 24 hours,
heartless bastards.

-Well, it might be
all right, you know.

-They'll probably
want Jimmy to be

the new Page of the
Backstairs, no doubt.

-I wouldn't put it past them.

-No, they'd never.

Not me.

Really?

RICHARD: Get Princess
Eleanor here now.

-The story will never
reach the comics.

And, and even if it does,
they'll never publish.

And even if they did
publish, the public

would never believe a word.

They adore you, ma'am.

-What's this?

-Don't.

Just don't.

I just can't believe it of you.

-I'm lost.

-No, don't do that, Elly, don't.

I-- why?

-Why what?

-Come on.

I've just kicked
Abby out of my life.

I've read some of it.

She's told me about
you, about Major Brooks.

-What do you want to know?

RICHARD: Well, I want
to know why you're being

such a complete and utter bitch.

ELEANOR: I'm trying to help you.

RICHARD: Uh-huh.

ELEANOR: I am.

-Um, I wouldn't go in
there if I were you.

It's all kicking off.

-How many more
front page headlines

are you gonna drag
us all through, Rich?

-And you'd do better?

-Yes, I would.

It's natural to me.

Why is it so hard for you, Rich?

I don't know.

Maybe you are going to fail
that DNA test tomorrow.

Maybe you're not
one of us after all.

We're meant to be mythical.

We're meant to hold
the nation together.

Other, separate, divine.

And you act like
a bloke in a bar.

-Elly, come on.

You're killing Mummy with this.

I don't understand.

-God, it's nothing to
do with her or you.

-Right, so what?

-You're not up to it.

Our nation deserves better.

-You stupid, arrogant--

-Maybe.

But Daddy always
wanted me to be Queen

and I'm not letting
him down-- unlike you.

-You better pray those DNA
results come out in your favor.

-Goodbye, Your Majesty.

-I think they might
be in my office.

All right, look--
can I call you back?

Sir.

-Hi.

Jonty, my man.

So, um, there's been a bit of
stuff about me in the comics

before, which, um-- well,
it wouldn't look very good

if I was, you know-- king.

So, uh-- don't know
I just did that.

Anyway, um.

I think my image needs a bit
of an airbrush, don't you?

-Well, maybe if we saw you
in church once or twice.

-Oh!

God, no.

I was thinking of something
a bit more glitzy.

How about a new name?

What do you say?

-Well, it's not uncommon
for the Prince of Wales

to change his name when crowned.

Yes, sir.

-Yes, Jonty, I am going
to rebrand myself.

Wait for it.

Here you go-- King Henry IX.

Genius, eh?

-Can you imagine if
your daddy found out?

He'd have, like, chopped
her bloody head off.

-Yeah.

That's far too quick
and painless for me.

-God, Iz, you're crazy.

Well, not literally crazy.

Just like, a bit mad.

Like, "Oh, you're so crazy,
dog, you badass mofo."

-OK, that's fine.

I get it.

The point is, she
helped him put me away.

They all did.

I'm gonna be Little
Miss Perfect Princess,

all smiles and perfect
behavior, do nothing wrong.

And then, when he
least expects it--

[THUNDER]

-Mm.

-Eleanor.

-What?

CHARLOTTE: You must stop this.

-No.

-You'll ruin us all.

-Maybe.

-This won't make you happy.

-Daddy told me about you.

He didn't say who you did it
with, but it broke his heart.

Not that he'd have given you
the pleasure of showing it.

I visit his tomb at
Windsor twice a week.

I've never seen you there.

Or Rich.

[THUNDER]

Ah, my Simon.

Come in.

-Ma'am.

-So, I was just
interested to know,

when you were banging
Abigail's brains out,

did you have to tell
her everything about me?

-I'm sorry?

No, ma'am, of course not.

-Then how does the
King know everything?

Ooh, Major Brooks.

If we fail tomorrow,
what will you do?

That's all.

-I'm sorry I was so horrid.

You shocked me.

I thought I was the
only one who fell

in love with the wrong person.

-Ah, well, love--
that's not for us.

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

[HUMMING]

-I have the test results.

Your Royal Highness.

Your Royal Highness.

ELEANOR: Thank you.

IAIN: Royal Highness.

Sir.

-Well, I'm gonna open this.

Mm.

Typical.

One bloody chance at
being normal and-- no way.

[GEORGE CHUCKLING]

Yeah, keep laughing till it
turns out you're the bastard.

-Yup.

No problem here.

-Nervous?

-Yeah.

Shall we then?

-Mm.

Let's open them
together, shall we?

-No.

You open yours first.

-Yes, sir.

-Well, it looks like
you're stuck with me.

I'll see you upstairs.

-Well then.

Phew.

-Oh, don't worry,
lovely brother.

You were born to
piss your life away.

Just get on with it.

-Yup.

You're funny.

-Beer, please, David.

Oh, uh, I want to go
back of the details

of that meeting I had
with the BMA committee.

Can you get the minutes sent up?
I'm going to be busy.

-Yes, sir Of course, sir.

-No, you can stand.

So?

-So, what's it to be?

A big public humiliation,
rescind my HRH?

RICHARD: Well,
what do you think?

-You're the king.

But I don't think we really need
any more bad stories about us

at the moment,
especially when we're

trying to bury Mummy's mistake.

I'm sure I need some
sort of discipline,

but I just worry you'll
end up hurting yourself.

-I still just can't believe why
you'd do something like this.

ELEANOR: I know.
-You're the good one.

You're always so perfect.

I mean, how sick
do you have to get?

-Sick?

-Look, Dr. Hooper thinks
it's a delayed reaction

to Daddy's death,
you poor thing.

He thinks you need six
months recuperation.

There's an island
in the Indian Ocean.

No perhaps, no duties,
barely a telephone.

No chance of anyone
bothering you there.

And obviously you'll have
to hand over the patronage

of your charities to
me in the meantime.

-My charities?
You can't do that.

-Yeah, well, some
people might even

prefer the king as their patron.

-I'm not sick.

-Well, it's the only explanation
I can come up with for your--

-I'm not sick!

From now on, I'm
gonna make sure--

-From now on, I'll
see you coming.

Elly, just do it.

And calm down.

-No.

-We're brother and sister.

We can't fall out
forever, can we?

You can leave after
the coronation.

-Well.

Well done.

It's a shame about
Abigail, isn't it?

Who on earth's going
to look after you now?

-Ma'am, we've won.

And His Majesty has torn
the Princess to pieces.

Which is awful, just awful.

But we've jolly well done it!

-Your Royal Highness.

How did it go?

Ma'am?

Ma'am?

-Robert?

Glass of champagne.

ROBERT: Right away,
Your Highness.

-Ma'am, what happened?

Is there anything more I can
help you with this evening?

-Oh, I think you've
done quite enough.

ROBERT: Champagne, ma'am.

-Oh, Robert, thank
goodness for you.

What would I do without you, hm?

-I've done everything
you've asked.

I've staked my future
on you, my reputation.

[YAWN]

That's it, right?

You're sacking me?

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

-OK.

-Your Majesty.

Wow.

-Yeah, all right.

You guys aren't gonna
start crying, are you?

-This is going to be the
greatest day of my life.

-All set?

-Yes, sir.

Sir, I don't know
what Abigail did,

but it has been a week now.

I'm happy to talk to her myself.

Do you want me to dismiss her?

-No.

I need to do it.

Shit.

Can you get her here today?

-Well, we do-- of course, sir.

I'll arrange it immediately.

-All right, then.

Let's go and stick a crown
on my head, shall we?

[MUSIC PLAYING]

ALL: Long live the king!

[CHURCH BELLS]

-Congratulations.

I saw some of it on the TV.

You looked amazing.

-Yeah.

Well, no one does this sort
of thing like the British, eh?

-I didn't think I'd
ever see you again.

-No.

I read your book.

You just wrote the
truth, like you said.

It's very flattering.

George will do this
and that, and Mummy,

but-- well, I read it and
I found I was smiling.

And you were right
about Eleanor.

You've always been right.

Always there.

You'll make a lot of money.

-No, sir.

I gave the advance back and
I never delivered a page.

There is no book.

It's dead.

-How much?

-Ooh.

Uh, 250 grand.

Uh, yeah.

I, um, spent most of it.

Well, actually I
spent all of it.

And, um, I had to take
out another mortgage, so.

-I love you.

You're clever and funny.

You're gorgeous.

And whenever I'm stuck, I always
look around the room for you.

You're the person I'm
always looking for.

-I love you too.

-Who else, apart from my
sister, has a copy of the book?

-I don't know, not for sure.

-It was just a mistake.

-Yeah.

-But the press-- they'll twist
it and screw it until you're

this selfish, evil bitch who's
manipulating the idiot king.

The public only
want a fairy tale.

They want a virgin bride
without a past that's mad.

I am king.

I have-- I have palaces and
households and wealth and land

and I can't have
the one woman I love

because of one stupid
bloody mistake.

I, I'm sorry.

-So this is it?

You love me and
it's over forever.

This is-- it's, it's dumb.

It's--

-Yeah.

-No, I love you.

I love you and I don't
care what the public wants.

And I, I won't walk away, so
you just, you fight for me.

Fight them and win.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[CHEERING]

[APPLAUSE]

[CHEERING]

-Everyone smile and
look delighted, or else.

[THEME MUSIC]