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Some men reach high peaks to leave an indelible memory.

Most of us are content to push forward.

And very few are born to become king.

Small that camera, is not it? - It's modern technology, Your Majesty.

It's amazing that you can make movies with such a small device.

How big is your team? - I'm the team. There's only me.

You're perfect. We'll have a nice portrait of you, do not worry.

But you're so tired.

Sire, allow me, your speech.

Mr Moreau? - Mr. Lloyd?

I should arrange the microphone at His Majesty.

Of course.

The documentary Our king must point out the king's competence

And his professional commitment. - I understand, Your Majesty.

And he must grasp his vitality and spontaneity.

Controlled spontaneity. - Sure.

And smiles. Many people need it. It's the British specialty.

And we must remember the Belgian spectators

That the current conflicts between Flanders and Wallonia

Are counterproductive. - Unbearable.

The image of our king is the only force that unites us.

That's why it must be perfect. - I understand, Your Majesty.

Excuse me. - You are welcome.

Belgium. Is it a real country or just a geopolitical compromise?

I do not know.

But he has a palace and a king.

And a queen, who hired me to shoot a documentary about her husband,

Nicolas III, the King of the Belgians.

Mr. Lloyd, I remember the rule number one: no interviews.

And rule number two: No improvisations.

Sooner or later I would like to discuss this.

His contract speaks clearly.

Just follow the script.

They did not know I was filming, which gave me hope.

Here's the boring part. I follow their script and film the king who makes the king.

Have you been here already?

This is the first time.

But the scene serves to appreciate this unlikely story.

His own story. It's mine.

Soon we will welcome Turkey

In the embrace of the European Union.

We Belgians, finding us in the heart of Europe,

We will celebrate this historic occasion

Giving the Turkish people our most beloved Mini-Europa Park.

He has already sent me eleven messages.

I do not know how I can do my job while I'm following this documentary.

The Queen would not cancel her because of her annual cold.

Sire.

If you allow me,

Mr. Bulut told me the evening program.

At 18, show of dancing dervishes.

No speech, just a few words.

I remember not to mention Iraq, Syria, Israel, the Kurds, Armenia,

Our federal problems, our debt,

And, above all, football. It is a delicate topic.

The gala dinner will start at 8pm. Nine courses.

No kebabs?

One two Three.

Mr Moreau, are you sorry?

Thank you. And action.

Sire, the press conference will begin at 11pm at Miniatiürk.

His speech, sire.

The Prime Minister has made some changes.

I remember that in Turkey, the handshakes are energetic.

It's even shorter.

Brussels insisted on brevity.

Clearly, a consequence of my speech in Scotland.

I thought I had improvised well. - That's right, sire.

Stop. We repeat.

Carlos, please.

Sire, it is best to avoid any comment.

Sorry.

His Majesty?

Very well.

Yes, I'll be careful.

I care for you, do not worry.

I think so, yes.

See you, His Majesty.

Mr. Lloyd? The Queen told me to remember them

To film the speeches from start to finish and to grasp the smiles.

Do we do it again?

Sire, the press conference will begin at 11pm at Miniatiürk.

His speech, sire.

The Prime Minister has made some changes.

I remember that Turkey's handshakes are energetic.

Stop.

Perfect.

Now we can go, sire.

Mr. Lloyd, can follow us.

It's really tiny.

The Atomium? Yes, it's a fiasco.

No. Well, that too.

The space reserved for Mini-Europe.

It looks like an extension of Turkey instead of the opposite.

Mr. Moreau, excuse me. They just informed me

Which unfortunately our president will arrive later.

We can offer a visit to His Majesty and to the Belgian Ambassador

Of the Miniatiürk Park while we are waiting?

Mr. Moreau, what about the Atomium?

The Turks have a lot to Mustafa Kemal Atatürk,

Commander of the Turkish forces in the War of Independence

And founder of the Turkish Republic.

And they expressed their gratitude by building this colossal mausoleum.

Freedom or death.

He was a man with a clear vision, did not he?

Yes. We all admire Kemal Atatürk, His Majesty.

Listen to your vision, Turkey today would be a very different country.

This is the last reappearance of the king running in the park like a puppet.

There was going to be a news bomb and there would not be a script.

Ludovic!

Wallonia has declared independence!

Belgium collapsed!

Their declaration of independence is called 'We're Tired'.

Fed up? About what?

The valleys feel faint, humiliated, and misunderstood by the Flemings.

They are tired.

We must go back to Belgium immediately.

We will arrive at the airport in ninety minutes.

Ready? Could you repeat that?

His Majesty the King wishes to speak to the Minister-Walloon President. Ready?

Ludovic? - I'm sorry, but the line has fallen.

My speech.

I'll handle it Before we arrive in Brussels.

No, Ludovic.

This speech will write it alone.

We must first analyze the political, diplomatic and protocol aspects

With the head of the cabinet, which is now unreachable.

And with the various federal ministers.

I'm not sure which ones.

Sire, now we have to watch every movement and gesture, every word.

Be cautious, sire.

Faster, faster.

When the king made his oath, he promised

To always protect the integrity of the kingdom.

And that King is me.

Unity is strength.

Unity is strength.

We have to put it.

Carlos knew that I steal hidden pictures, but he let me do it.

Carlos liked me.

Some have a vision.

Others have a dream.

What does intuition tell you, sire? - My intuition?

Perhaps this is the time to show who really is.

His feelings, his humor, perhaps his faults.

Defects have already been largely occupied by the press.

Nicolas the Silent?

Silence is dignified.

Let them write what they want. - Sire.

Sire.

Did you talk to the Queen? - I can not talk to the Palace.

And the Prime Minister? - Still unattainable.

Do you want to be reached?

We are ready. - Carlos, what does he do here?

We will not go anywhere. - Why?

There is an emergency meeting. - What the hell is going on?

All flights were canceled due to cosmic interference.

Excuse me, one that? - A solar storm, exactly.

The satellites are dead, some are precipitated.

For security reasons, you have to stay here.

Here in Istanbul? - No, here at this hotel.

All foreign dignitaries will be concentrated here.

How long will we have to wait? - One day, one week. You do not know.

Do you remember the Icelandic volcano, Eyjajafufukukul?

Eyjafjallajökull. - Yup.

I have to go back to Belgium right away. - I understand, Your Majesty.

This situation is a disadvantage for everyone.

I had to receive a promotion this week.

If we can not fly, we'll be in the car.

By car, through the Balkans? - Yup.

Cross over those territories in such an unstable period

Is definitely out of the question.

Why never?

Because they are the Balkans.

So?

I said the Balkans. - Yes and then?

Unstable.

Unstable. There is Bulgaria, Serbia...

Romania, Albania, Macedonia...

Excuse me. - His Majesty. Excuse me.

We'll have a meeting. We will return. - All right.

She must understand... - Sire.

Wait a moment.

We have to find a solution.

It is not possible, Your Majesty.

Sorry, I have to go.

Mr Lloyd, not now.

I try to speak with Turkish security and Mr. Bulut.

Maybe even with the ambassador.

I'm going to take the luggage.

Sire, I see if there's a field above.

Excuse me.

Where is the Ambassador?

One time, I documented wars and revolutions.

Then I drank for a decade, persecuted by nightmares.

Filming real families has put me back.

Let's tell the truth, here was the story.

But my position became more and more uncertain.

So I devised a plan to stay afloat.

Carlos, let's get him out of here.

He heard what he said. - I know how to get from A to B.

Do you mean B of Belgium? - What about B of Bulgaria?

Thing? - See those lovely ladies?

The legendary Sirens of the Sea of Mero. Folk singers.

Their concert was canceled,

And tomorrow they will depart for Bulgaria by coach.

The protocol will never approve it. - Look, here's the plan.

I ride a music video for them and they let us get out of here. Secretly.

Forget it.

Do not you want to bring the king home? - Sure.

Maybe we should talk to her boss.

Sire. - I can not concentrate.

You are welcome.

The coincidence between universes and the kingdom...

The dysfunction of nature and man...

The desire for independence characterizes every epoch, right?

It gave birth to our kingdom in 1830, and now it will probably collapse.

But what is the real nature of this independence?

This so-called freedom?

I have to find the way to touch the hearts of people.

What does your heart say, sire?

Carlos? Mr. Lloyd?

But look at it as well.

It's beautiful.

It comes from the solar storm.

Sire, there are no flights.

No, I understand, Carlos.

But we have an escape plan.

Explain yourself.

The Sea Mermaids.

The Sirens of what?

And action.

No action.

Look.

Sir, please.

Second shot.

Sire, I can not take the responsibility of this farce.

I understand, Ludovic. Now focus on her femininity.

It is madness. We can not do it. - I agree, but it was decided.

We have no other choice, now or never again.

But Sire, we can not leave without protocol and security.

In fact, Sire, it is undeniable that there are dangers.

The dangers are everywhere, always. - But Mr. Lloyd will not come with us.

Mr. Lloyd is the architect of our escape, Louise.

It is very creative. - He comes with us, with the camera.

We will film our return journey for people.

And that's that.

What do we do at Atomium?

Mr. Lloyd?

Come on, let's go.

To tell the truth, I did not expect the king to endorse my plan.

But we had to leave Turkey and return to the EU.

Here we are, with a woman dressed as a king who reflected on the concept of freedom.

Please, do you have to do it right now?

Yeah I have to, I'm itchy. It's unbearable.

I'm almost done.

But what is it?

Maybe it's the shock of the news.

The secession of Wallonia. Think about how it feels.

Do you know that we have many French words in Bulgarian?

Really? - Yes, how...

Lift.

Bidet.

I want to show her Mascia, Ivana and Pavlina.

My three daughters.

Three daddy. - Stay silent, Ana.

Do you have children?

No.

All right. He still has time, he's a man.

Made in Istanbul. It's better than the Bulgarian ones. I keep it.

Look, he ate a coin. - A coin?

Yup.

An incident with the kebab.

Border!

Hurry.

Finga being a woman.

As the border guard approached, I was all in sweat.

I imagined someone imprisoning me, he would take off my clothes

And confiscate the camera. It's already done, you know.

Fortunately, our clandestine escape coincided with another story.

Sorry, Nicolas, but we're in a crisis of identity.

Crisis? - We do not agree with anything.

Anything. Anything.

The old generation wants tradition, we merge.

In Istanbul, we had to appear on television

For the first time after so many years. Stupid storm.

But Mr. Lloyd will make a music video.

Yes, I hope so.

The first shot was just to have fun.

Maybe they just had to clear their minds.

The real canton for the video is a cosmic classic.

Then, Mr. Lloyd, his flight plan ends so?

Miss? - Ana.

Ana, yes. Can you give us some information on transport?

Yes. Sofia is on that side.

Thank you.

A taxi? Or a bus?

Not exactly. Maybe tomorrow.

Tomorrow? And what about that car? Can we buy it?

\ No, no. It's too old. It has not worked for years.

The Sea Mermaids were heading right to the Sea of Mero.

We had to go to the left, towards Sofia.

The case wants Ana to live at that intersection.

My mom will help you find a solution.

Hello. - She'll take you.

Thank you. - Come on.

Sit. You are welcome.

Nicolas?

Sauces for kebabs.

Maison. I did it.

Brava.

This is yogurt with...

A species of... Like this one.

Yes, 'tell'. - Tell her?

Yes, 'tell'. Let's say 'tell'. - Tell 'Tell'. It's a great sauce.

This is mayonnaise.

This is vinaigrette with...

With garlic. - Oh yes.

And this is 'Iyutenitsa'.

It looks like ketchup, but it's natural.

Do you want to taste it?

I?

Mr. Lloyd?

What's up?

OMG.

The Turkish security officer.

Jesus Christ.

I think he would have accompanied us to Sofia's embassy.

Absolutely not. The escape of the king would be a humiliation for the Turks.

It could cause a diplomatic incident.

Bulut would bring us back to Istanbul to overthrow the scandal.

Let's go home.

In ambulance.

Ludovic, we have to stop shooting right away.

Mr. Lloyd, that's enough. - Well, Louise. Duncan filmed the trip.

Ludovic?

Sire? - I would like to drive.

Excuse me?

He heard me.

Given the circumstances, for insurance and safety reasons,

I think it's better to handle his moves.

Ludovic, let him drive.

I do not want interferences from the waiter. - Ludovic.

The clutch does not work well.

Do not stay in the first place, sire.

I'm in the third, Ludovic. - Excuse me.

Death for a turtle. You can not die that way.

His real reflections had saved the beast,

But our vehicle had gone to a better life.

We were there, in half at Bulgarian nothing.

Listen to maps, hear phones, hear no one in sight.

Only the sky was looking at us.

My dear fellow citizens...

In these difficult times...

In fact, foreign...

And under this mysterious sky...

We must be humble.

I like it.

I have to find something destined for people.

Yeah, maybe.

Since when did you go to the king, Carlos?

When does he ask for my opinion?

My dear Carlos,

I have three degrees and three positions as an ambassador

And nine years in service of the king. Let the advice I give you.

Mr Moreau,

I have the patent for the helicopter,

I did the chief scout for five years

And I can stand under water for three minutes.

I see that Belgium's suffering is the least of her worries.

Strength, enough with the suffering of Belgium. Let's go.

Mr. Lloyd, just wait. Let's go.

What do you think, Ludovic? Do you have any suggestions?

No, that's fine, sire.

Link heaven to the present situation of our country...

It's a good comparison.

It's not too much... How are you saying that?

Go on? - Sure.

Louise, who's the lucky one? - Sorry?

The ring.

If you really want to know it, it's Pierre-Armand.

Let me guess. French and you've known studying law, right?

Did you dig into my past? - It's all online, baby.

Tell me about Pierre-Antoine. - Pierre-Armand.

And I'm not his treasure, Mr. Loyd. - Call me Duncan.

Me dia.

Hey, stop.

We have to go to Sofia.

Sofia? - Yup.

I'll help you. - Can we go up there?

Let's go.

I'm Nicolas. - Nicolas?

I am Yuri Angelov. - Angelov.

Angelov. Like angel. - Like angel.

Let's go, but be careful about my little girls.

Wait.

Slow down.

All right?

An angel had come to our aid, with enough fruit for us all.

I... I moved to the countryside. In nature, I found myself.

Now I am very strong. Very strong. - I see.

Tap.

They are melons. I trust fruit.

Melons?

And so on.

Overnight, the king and the angel

Have reflected on the matter of watermelons,

About the future of Europe and the nature of happiness.

And now?

We will find the way to arrive at the next embassy in Belgrade.

First we find a bathroom.

I really need to recharge the batteries.

What we need now is food.

What's up, Louise? - All right, thank you, sire.

Is the kebab good for you? - Perfect.

His Majesty. Good morning. - Mr Bulut.

Mr Moreau, I recommend eating fast.

I'm here to get you back to Istanbul.

I'm sorry, sorry we will be grateful to accompany us to Brussels.

Mr Moreau, let us avoid a useless scandal.

Mr Bulut, I think she is out of his jurisdiction.

A knocking king will not prevent Turkey from entering Europe.

I understand your concerns... - I do not mean to lose the job,

After thirty years of loyal service.

This does not apply to you Bulgarians.

Back, back.

Louise!

Strength, let's go!

What is going on? - The Turks!

Our suitcases!

Ludovic, passports.

I have passports with me!

Where is your house?

My home is in Belgium.

In Belgium.

In Brussels.

This is your house? Where is your house?

In Sofia. - Sofia?

Yes, we are Sofia.

This means we are in this region.

We shot here somewhere.

I see. We are headed there, we are not far from the Serbian border.

Mr. Lloyd?

Mr. Lloyd?

It looks like we're with a jury. - A jury?

Yes. A jury for yogurt.

Now we have to go.

Now we have to go. Sorry, but...

Ok.

Okay, okay.

Ok. No problem. - Thanks for everything...

It was really nice. - No problem.

Do not worry. - No, no.

Be happy. You have our support.

Farewell to all, ladies and gentlemen. - Thanks for everything.

Thanks... for the bus.

Nicolas.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Thank you.

I have to go. We have to go back to Brussels.

Come on in, Victoria.

Then she is the mayor of this beautiful village.

Well, I have no other choice, so I'm the mayor.

It is a big responsibility because I love these people and I want them.

I want...

That they are happy.

It is difficult to understand what happiness is.

It is not conditional. You can not say: "I will be happy if I have this, if..."

When you say 'if', it means you're not happy.

That's why we're all happy here, hear 'yes'.

I heard from somebody here in this beautiful country,

She did the stuntman.

Yes, I was the stuntman coordinator, but it's just one of my professions.

I'm black karate belt and I have the fourth level of Shotokan.

I have...

I'm a diving instructor.

I was the first Bulgarian to cross the Swim Channel.

Do you know where the Channel is? Between England and France.

But I... I've never seen a mayor and bare feet.

Occasionally, when I go to the capital,

I put my sandals or shoes.

But I usually walk barefoot, even with snow and rain.

My feet are far from the head so I do not have to think much about it.

Thank you so much, mayor. - Thanks for the hospitality.

Thank you and God bless you. - Thanks so much.

This was...

Belgian television in Bulgaria.

Carlos?

Sire?

Do you believe in real privilege?

I believe in her.

As a person.

I mean...

The institution that unites people.

Louise?

Do you believe in the monarchy?

For me, it is not a question of believing, but of respecting it, sire.

Is it your personal opinion?

Yes, it is my personal opinion.

Ludovic?

What do you think?

The monarchy

Is the highest expression of dignity,

Of grace,

Great ideas!

The coincidence of the universe and the kingdom...

The dysfunction of nature...

If you let me, sire...

We will have to present it to the Prime Minister because...

We do not have time.

We will have a little while we return. - Yes, but...

As soon as we arrive...

The Prime Minister will never accept her

First hear him ask him.

Yes, but the Prime Minister...

I hear things...

\ It's strange. This experience is like...

Like a gift.

Here, among the people.

I understand, sire.

They're so welcoming and open, and...

Here people do not have much.

Here people do not have much.

But I'm still...

That must be the Serbian border.

Let me do this this time.

Sire?

You will not want the protocol to waste time, right?

No protocol, Ludovic.

Carlos, take the camera.

Hello. - Passports, please.

Good morning.

Do the Serbian phones work? - No phones.

How come the welcome concert? - It is the Serbia In Ball dance campaign.

The state wants us to give a positive image of Serbia to foreigners.

Go for a walk.

You have a familiar look. It looks like Miss Serbia 2005.

2006, for precision. It was only for a month because the competition was in May

And in June Montenegro declared itself independent.

Since they are from Montenegro, they gave the title to a Serb. Bitch.

I remember this story.

In Belgrade they got stubborn and they gave me this job.

It's not a happy ending, right?

I'm sure, Mr. Duncan Lloyd,

This is a very interesting job.

Serbia enjoys dancing. - Thank you, I'll do it.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Incredible, I really recognized it.

The Finns.

The capital of the Falklands? - Stanley.

The first country to adopt Christianity?

Armenia.

The first atheist state?

I have no idea. - Albania.

Does he make you happy?

Does the camera make you feel right to dig in the lives of others?

It depends.

And what noble purpose?

The search for beauty...

And the truth.

Okay, give it to me. - Thing?

The camcorder. Me dia. - Not for idea.

Yes, yes. - Not gonna happen.

Strength, me dia.

Then, Mr. Duncan Lloyd...

Are you serious? - Only when I can not breathe.

Did you really recognize that border guard?

A few years ago I made a film about Balkan beauties.

How do you speak Serbian? - I've been here during the war.

We have a problem.

It must be from civil war. - No, there were floods.

Do you see all those locked woods there?

Water has passed.

A nice nuisance.

This is not a scene with a destroyed bridge.

It is a scene with a very different obstacle.

An obstacle to me and my past difficult.

Duncan!

Duncan Lloyd!

It's me! Dragan!

OMG.

What the hell are you doing here, man?

I?

What the hell are you doing in my Serbia?

Get your camcorder and movie.

Dragan, brother. - Duncan the Beone.

My friend.

You lost your hair. - Yes all.

Your beautiful hair. - But you found your belly.

Oh, my friend.

My crazy brother.

Who are these people? - My crew.

Nicky, the sound engineer.

Carlos, operator help.

Our manufacturer, Ludo.

And Louise, my assistant. - Hello.

Boys, this is a special man and my dear friend.

What are you doing here?

Let's make a program about Turkey entering Europe.

Excuse me, are the phones working here in Serbia?

Where is she from? - From Belgium.

Belgium? Maybe he does not know, but his country is a coat.

Yes, we know it. - What a pity.

You are at the center of Europe and you do not know how to keep your mini-country together.

Nor is his country a good example.

Ignore, Dragan. - He is right, I like it.

We are mythical matter, Lady Louise.

The Balkans are the Balkans. There is love. I hate it.

It's love.

The Falcon was called by Dragan.

I made a movie about him, titled "Tycoon".

He was a champion at the Sarajevo Olympics.

Then he became a sniper during the siege of Sarajevo.

That's where I met him while I was locked up with the Serbs.

Are you serious? - One thing?

A sniper. - A sniper?

Then...

What is the plan? - We do not complicate things.

Do not we commit? What does it mean to her 'not to complicate things'?

We do not reveal who we are. A king's knee would go a long way to many of these parts.

I do not want to go. - Quiet. We eat and go.

I'm not hungry. I do not want to go.

And so, I found myself facing two of my worst nightmares:

Dragan the Falco and Rakia, the Balkan lubricant.

Cheers.

We have said more than once.

More than once.

A million times.

But do you know something? Now...

Now you can do the second part of the documentary.

Can you say something, please?

Thank you.

Thank you, Nicky.

Dragan, how would you describe your life?

Well...

Everything happens differently, you know.

Nothing was what I wanted it to be.

You are perhaps the only one who knows that is true.

But now I just try...

To feel felt pain.

And it would be enough for me now.

Describe the pain.

Do not ask me this, please.

Remember picker?

Of course I remember it.

I and you have lived the whole war.

Do you remember when you called me and you told me not to get out?

Why do you ask me if I remember it? - Why did not you want it to go out?

What do you think I did not do?

It would launch my career, but I heard you.

And I did not quit it.

You... You just...

Did something that no one else would have done.

And I...

I can not believe you did it.

All right, I admit it.

I tried to convince Dragan to get him out, but I did not succeed.

My chosen movie shooter will never see the light.

But the king had listened carefully to every word.

You do not like it? - Yes I like it.

That's just the beginning, try again.

Drink rakia. - He does not like.

You have to make it fast. Look at me, my friend. Look, like that.

Do it, do it, and after that you will feel better.

You do not like it? - Yes, it's very good.

Then I drink it.

And the country is 'hello'.

Belgium, your country, is 'hello'.

Half and Half, or... - Maybe. Maybe.

And what... What did you find out? Is Turkey closer to Europe?

I think so. I think that... - And US? You do not want to.

You want Turkey, right? - No, well... well...

But how? And when? - It depends...

We've heard these bullshit for centuries.

Well, at least ten years, okay?

And it never happened.

We are about to sneeze this exquisite Serbian pork.

Lady Louise, a gift for you.

She's a little... You know.

How do you say? - Tail.

Do you want to taste it? - No thanks.

But you have never tried it.

Assaggiala. - Probate, burglary.

You have never experienced it. - Monna, tell her to try it.

You have to taste it. Yes, is...

But it hurts. - Thank you very much, but...

She barked and tossed it.

She does not like the queue.

I do not like it, but you're sitting on mine.

My dear friend.

Go straight and then left.

Right, right. Sorry, right.

Nice, huh?

Oh, fuck.

Louise?

Is it his version of the disciple?

She takes, takes and takes, is not it, Mr. Lloyd?

For what noble purpose?

Good morning, Ludovic. - My jacket.

Thing? - My jacket.

Thing? - Passports. I left my jacket.

What did you say about passports? - I had the jacket when I was at the table.

Did you leave passports there?

I'm sorry, sire.

We left the passports. - Thing?

Christ, you will know now that we have lied.

You've been drinking all night. - We have to get out of this way

And leave the Balkans. Believe me when I say

That it is best not to make him piss, that guy.

I can assure you that there will be heels.

So, are we now pursued by a crazy Turkish and a crazy Serbian?

The quickest way to go is to cross the sea to Italy.

But there is another border.

Montenegro.

Let's go.

I drive.

Sire?

Ludovic?

I am very ashamed.

I know.

I have to resign.

No, Ludovic.

He served me well, I count on her.

I failed completely.

No, nothing at all.

Sire.

Here is the frontier.

That was the frontier, sire.

Yes I know.

I'm sorry about last night.

No problem.

I can ask her a question, Mr. Lloyd?

Sure.

Why did not you ever show anyone the movie Typer chosen?

Dragan asked me not to do it.

And why?

He thinks the dark side of the moon should never see the light.

And do you believe it?

No.

But if I had to distribute the movie... It would have destroyed it.

Another question, Mr. Lloyd. - Sure.

Did you pick up your finger?

Goodbye.

This boat is a scrap, it's impossible.

For centuries it is not in the water.

What a scam.

I already have sea sickness.

They did not have passports or money, so I bought a boat.

Not a very good one.

Are not there any ferries? Are you sure?

He asked? - Yes, there is nothing else.

Look at it wet it. - It's better than it looks.

Wood is rotten. Look at how the wood is reduced.

Have faith. We have no choice.

Crossing the Adriatic on this? - You do not have to continue complaining.

I'm not complaining. I'm realist.

Mr Moreau? - Yup?

The palace will pay me back for the boat, right?

But of course, Mr. Lloyd. - I spent all I had.

The west is from that side.

At sea, the most direct route is always a curve, sire.

Tell me a little, do you still have a future in Belgium?

I mean, why split a peanut into two?

Diplomacy and moderation

They must lead us to the compromise, Mr. Lloyd.

Maybe we should split it and that's enough.

Wonders say they are tired.

She is tired, Mr. Moreau? - I'm tired...

Of simplifications and stereotypes.

Carlos, tell me a stereotype.

Wonders are lazy and take advantage of it.

Mr Moreau? - The Flemish are arrogant.

He did not hear you. - The Flemish are arrogant.

Why do not we look at the positive side? Are There Stereotypes Positive?

Wonders are warmer. More warm as people.

Flemings are a bit more... perhaps...

Creative and innovative.

It looks like the old stereotype between northern and southern Europe.

Like Germany and Greece. - He's right, Mr. Lloyd.

Belgium is like a button holding a shirt together.

Please, sire, come back.

Be reasonable.

Here, the king of the Belgians, naked like a fish.

Is not it too cold? - No, it's perfect.

Happy hear all 'if'.

Come in, Ludovic. Is fantastic.

A king whose kingdom collapsed...

A king who wanted to go home...

In his country...

In search of the right words.

I hear.

I feel the tastes.

I smell the smells.

I see.

All my senses are amplified.

I feel reborn.

Good morning!

We arrived!

Here we are.

Good morning!

Do we have a good coffee?

Good morning.

I am thirsty.

Next up there... Carlos.

They will be the local authorities.

Good morning gentlemen.

We came from the Balkans.

This is the king of Belgium.

We are a diplomatic mission.

Excuse me?

He is Albanian.

She does not speak Italian?

We are in Albania.

How 'in Albania'?

Oh, I do not believe it. Are you sure? - Yup.

Let's go down and ask for a phone.

Carlos, what happened? - They'll be the currents.

How 'the currents'? - There are so many currents at sea.

Well then we go down.

We went to Montenegro. There we bought a boat there.

We were to get to the sea. No, excuse me, in Italy.

The captain of the Albanian port was not impressed. He smoked a lot

While Ludovic tried to explain the situation. But nothing to do.

For him, we were just the sociable. - Can I have a glass of water?

Please... Drink.

Passports.

Yes, I know, but... If we had the passports

She would understand who we are.

I repeat that he is our king, Nicolas III, king of Belgium.

What will we do about our king?

What did the Queen want us to grasp?

Its vitality...

And his spontaneity.

And smiles.

And smiles.

We need an official version of this story.

Why not the truth?

Ready?

His Majesty?

What a relief to hear his voice.

Yes, he is here, right next to me.

No, I mean, that's right...

There is Mr. Moreau over here, I take it.

Ready. His Majesty?

Yes... yes, we're fine.

And you? I mean, kingdom?

And the political situation?

Yes, I understand... The king is fine.

We have a small problem.

Yes, you too, I imagine...

Excuse me if I stop...

No, we are not in Istanbul.

In Albany.

We are in Albania.

Yes, like Mother Teresa.

In prison, His Majesty.

Yes... Okay.

Yes. Seeing Him, His Majesty...

Why did you tell her about the prison? - I did not want to invent a story.

The Chief of Cabinet will call you to this number.

And then we'll call the guards.

Now I'm off, if you do not mind her.

Thank you, sorry.

She does not answer. - Wait.

I do not mean to wait.

First, you must contact...

It's ringing.

Yes, we are healthy and safe...

Did anyone explain it to you?

Can you contact the embassy in Albania?

Go call the guards.

Lord?

Lord?

Ludovic and Louise were immersed in the protocol.

Meanwhile, that little brother had returned to being a puppet.

Sire, here's a clean shirt.

I see.

Agree.

Goodbye.

Mr. Lloyd, the palace has canceled Our King.

Sire.

The palace has canceled Our King.

Ludovic, we are the Palace.

Anything he has filmed will be censored.

I'm sorry, Mr. Lloyd.

But think a little.

His story and my film will never see the light.

Once again, my footage was being thrown away forever.

But I could not blame him.

After all, a king has no fate in his hand.

At least, so I thought.

Yes, that's fine, but we have to agree with Turkish security.

Yes, our versions must coincide.

Nobody knows.

Well, no one knew about the king's identity.

All right. Goodbye.

Sire, I have the official version proposed by the Palace.

We left Istanbul yesterday, accompanied by Turkish security.

And our escape in the Balkans has never happened.

Mr. Duncan Lloyd?

I, King Nicolas III, King of Belgium...

I authorize her to do what she wants

With all the pictures and sounds

Which he recorded from the day we were at Mini Europe.

Any pictures, sire?

Yup.

Are you sure?

Agree.

His Majesty.

Do you think this trip is due to chance or destiny?

It must be fate.

There must be something more than pure casualty.

What makes you more scared?

To be alone...

"N Passenger.

Do you think his kingdom has a future?

Yup.

Because?

Because...

I'm the king.