All language subtitles for Roally Yours This Christmas 2021080p WEB-DL HEVC x265 BONE

(upbeat holiday music)

- Now, Prim, if I told you
what I was baking,

it wouldn't be a surprise now,
would it?

Okay, well, don't worry.

There'll be plenty
waiting for you at the hotel.

Yes.

Okay, well,

enjoy the morning
with your father.

Oh! Okay, well,
tell him that I say hi, too.

Love you!

(upbeat holiday music)

- Good morning, Faith.

Ooh!

Look who decided to roll in
just in time.

- Uh, my shift
doesn't start for 15 minutes.

Just enough time to drop these
in the breakroom.

- Ooh, don't tempt me

with your butter
and icing sugar wizardry.

You know what
I'm talking about, Neve,

the Royal Prince of Genova,
James Winter,

will be arriving any minute now.

- You mean,
the red carpet's not for me?

Don't they know I baked cookies?

- Oh, come on, admit it,
you're excited.

How could you not be?

A royal prince
staying at the Plaza

is the most exciting thing
to happen since...

Well, ever.

- One more guest just means
one more room to clean.

What's so special
about him anyway?

- Um, he's handsome,
he's a philanthropist,

and most importantly,
he is single.

- Seriously?
- What?!

You and Noah have been divorced
for five years

and you've still yet
to go on your first date.

- Okay,
the prince has no interest

in fraternizing with the help,
trust me.

Plus, he's single for a reason.
You've seen the headlines.

He's nothing but
a spoiled rich kid.

- Ugh.
- I wouldn't be surprised

if the charity tour
is just an excuse

to go on
another lavish vacation.

(laughing): Oh.

(laughing)
Uh-oh, here comes Christophe.

(Faith clears throat)
- Good luck.

(Faith chuckles nervously)

- I swear, I've been working
here for two years

and it's like
I don't even exist.

- It's our job to be invisible.

I kinda like it.
- Oh, of course you do.

- Speaking of standing out,
I heard

that Christophe
is doing interviews

for his new concierge position.

You're gonna apply, right?
- I'll consider it,

right after he learns my name.
Baby steps.

- Suit yourself.
Oh, before I forget,

here are your tickets
to the pageant.

- Thank you.
How are sales coming along?

- Oh, they could be better.

It'd be nice
to have a full house,

you know,
not just for the theater,

but for Prim, too.
- Oh, our little leading lady.

- Exactly.

The owner of the playhouse,
Wade,

said if we don't start
selling seats,

he might have to cut back
the theater programs,

which includes my acting class.

He's not gonna be back
until the pageant

so I wanna show him
what we're capable of.

- Hmm. And here,
I thought

you and I could
sit back and enjoy

the most wonderful time of year,
for once.

- And where's the fun in that?
(Faith laughs)

- Yes, I understand

but the prince was supposed
to be dropped off an hour ago.

Do you have any idea what--

You stopped for pizza.

- Yeah, the sign said
the best pizza in New York.

You want some?
- Look, I hate to be that guy,

but you're late
for your own welcome reception.

Not to mention,
you've ruined your appetite.

- Oh, loosen up, Peter.

I just wanted to get
a real taste of Manhattan.

That's why we're here, right,

so I can connect
with the community?

- A charity tour
is about the community, yes,

but that doesn't mean

you can keep your guests
waiting.

They came all this way
to volunteer with you on tour.

It doesn't look good.

- Ah, yes.

Another week spent
surrounded by snobby socialites,

philanthropists,
and benefactors.

My father has a way
of attracting quite the crowd.

- Look, this is
a huge step for both of us.

Your father has entrusted us
to do this on our own.

Let's not have a repeat
of the Fiji incident.

- I like to immerse myself
in the culture when I travel.

What's so wrong with that?
- By laying on the beach?

- In between meetings, yes.

- Being royal is about more
than just showing up, James.

It's about optics.
You're here for work.

This is your chance to prove
to your father and the world

that you can handle
the responsibilities

of being royal.

- All right. Fine.

I'll be on my best behavior.
I... promise.

- Knock, knock.
- Hello!

- Ooh!
Don't mind if I do.

- You're the chocolate thief?

- Well, I'd hate for it
to go to waste.

The woman booked
into this suite

is stranded in Hawaii.

Something about like,
a volcanic eruption?

- What?
- Yeah,

and unfortunately for me,

half of her luggage
still arrived

and she certainly does not
travel lightly.

(Neve chuckles)

(Faith gasps)

- What are you...
(Faith): Whoa!

Check this out!
- Wow.

Now, that is a dress.

Could you imagine
rolling up somewhere in that?

- Why imagine?
- No. No, no,

I can't try on her dress.
It's against the rules!

- You wanna know what I think
is against the rules?

- Not really, no.
- Refusing to have any fun

during what is supposed to be
the funnest time of the year.

- Are you sure there's no way

you can make it back
from your work trip

in time for the pageant, Dad?

- You know I'll try my best.

Just promise me you won't give
your mom and Auntie Faith

too much trouble
while I'm away, okay?

- I'm gonna pretend
I didn't hear that.

(chuckling)

Hi. Thank you.

- I've got a lot of things
planned for us this week.

We've got the toy drive,

volunteering
at the soup kitchen,

and several public appearances.

- Oh, that's it?

- Yes, well,
that and a press conference.

And then, we wrap it all up
with the Christmas Eve ball.

- What, a press conference?
No, I-I don't think so.

How is that supposed to help
with my reputation?

You and I both know
the media twists everything

to serve their own motives.

(elevator dings)

Oh, hello there.

- Hi. Uh... you're, uh...

- I'm James.
- Right, James.

I'm Prim.

- Nice to meet you, Prim.

Is that a script?
- This? Oh yeah.

I'm, uh... I'm gonna be
in a Christmas pageant.

Actually, I'm the lead.

It's my first time
being the lead, I mean.

- Now, that sounds like fun.

Why can't we do something fun
like that

on the charity tour.

- Your schedule is
already quite full, sir.

(sighs)

- When's the show?

- It's this Friday
at the Vagabond Playhouse.

If you wanna come.

- We'll try our best.

Thank you for the invitation,
Prim.

- You're welcome.

- Friday is quite booked up.

- Well, we'll see about that,
won't we?

The Locomotive and the Snowman.

I wonder how that ends up?

- I'm sure it's the new Hamlet.

- Mom! Mom!
- We're in here, honey!

How was your week
at your father's?

- Good. You'll never believe

who I just ran into
in the elevator.

The Prince!
- What?

No!
- Yes!

- Okay, enough fan-girling,
you two.

Can I get some help here,
please?

- What are you two doing
back there?

(Faith): It's a surprise!

- Uh-oh.

Where in the world
did I put my--

(knocking)
Oh, James.

- Hello, again.

You...

dropped your script
near the lift.

I thought
you might be needing it,

seeing as you are
the star of the show.

- Prim, is there someone
at the...

...door.

Oh my.

Mr. Winter,

w-welcome to the Royal Plaza.

- Thank you.
- I swear,

getting into this thing
is like a spiritual journey.

(soft music)

- Oh... hello.

- Hi.

- You must be...

- Uh...

- A... thena.

Mr. Winter, please meet

one of Manhattan's
most astute philanthropists,

Miss Athena Collins.

(chuckles)

- Please, call me James.

It's a pleasure to meet you,
Miss Collins.

- Likewise.

- This is Peter,
my chief of staff.

- You must be here
for the reception.

- Y-yes, the... the reception.
- Yeah.

She was just on her way
out the door.

Um... I will grab
your bag, Madame.

- Thank you. Thank you.

- Looks like I'm not
the only one behind schedule.

- Will anyone else be
joining you, Miss Collins?

- Uh... no.

I suppose it's just me.

(curious music)

- Right. Well,

seeing as we're both headed
in the same direction,

allow me?

(squeals excitedly)

Yes, well,

the charity tour happened
quite naturally, really.

Visiting Manhattan
is a royal tradition,

and I thought,

"What better way to give back
to the community?"

- Right, I'm sure you did.

- Yes. Although,
I will say

that staying at the Royal Plaza
was my father's idea.

So, if the services
aren't quite up to par

with what you're used to,
you know who to blame.

- I beg your pardon?
- The rooms,

the amenities, the food.

I'm sure your tastes
are much more refined

than any hotel
could possibly achieve.

- Well, actually, Mr. Winter,
the Royal Plaza is known

for its world-class cuisine
and customer service.

In fact, the hotel is cherished
in the community

and the staff here
is second to none.

- Oh. Who would have thought?

I appreciate the insight.

- Anything to help.

After all, we wouldn't want
people to think

your charity tour
is disingenuous.

- Right,
because it's most certainly not.

- Exactly. Just like you're not
just a spoiled rich kid.

I'm sure you're...

(indistinct chatter)

...much more than that.

- I can't believe this.

My mom and the prince.
She's basically Cinderella.

- Oh, and it looks like
midnight just came early.

If Christophe spots her,
we are so--

- Busted!
(gasping)

Sorry, I couldn't help myself.
(Faith chuckles)

- Right, you got us.

Is there something
I can help you with?

- Oh, no, I was just
doing my rounds, you know.

Making sure
there's no one sneaking around.

- Hmm. Well, we will definitely
keep an eye out for you.

- I was just giving Athena's
daughter here,

a quick tour of our facilities.

- I see. Well,
I won't keep you, then.

- I appreciate it.

Right this way, miss.

- Miss Collins.

- Oh, you've gotta be
kidding me.

- James!
- Oh, dear. Victoria.

Um... Hmm...

Ah, mm, hmm.
- Oh. Aren't your tastes

a little too refined
for this food?

- Shh, I'm trying to blend in.
Please, just play along.

- Well, you try blending in
standing next to a prince.

- Hmm.

(rhythmic holiday music)

(clattering)

- I'm just gonna
excuse myself for a moment.

(sighs)

There he is.

- Oh, Victoria.

What are you doing here?

I thought you were
spending Christmas in Italy?

- Well, I was going to,
but you know your father.

He can be quite persuasive.

I'm sorry,
I don't believe we've met.

- Ah!
- There he is!

- Oh, glad you could make it,
cousin.

- It's good to see you again,
Marshall.

- Oh, right. Uh, sorry.

Uh, Victoria, Marshall,
this is Miss Athena Collins.

Athena, this is Victoria
and my cousin, Marshall.

Victoria's family runs

one of New England's largest
charitable organizations.

They're here to volunteer
on my charity tour,

alongside you and the others.

- So, how do you and James
know each other?

- Oh, we just... met.
- Don't... really.

Yeah.
- Ah, let me guess,

King Geoffrey used his power
of persuasion on you too?

- Oh, he sure did, yeah.

You know King Geoffrey,
he can be quite the...

character.

- Yeah, I suppose
you could say that.

- If I may, sir?
- Oh, right.

Looks like things are about
to get started.

- Oh, perfect timing,
I'm parched.

- Oh, right. Thank you.

- Thanks.

- Who says chivalry's dead?

- It's time for you
to give a toast.

Inspire them with your passion.
- I think I'll pass.

In case you've forgotten,

I don't really do
public speaking.

- Yeah, well, you do now.

- Peter?

(tapping loudly)

- Well...

Now that I have your attention,
thank you,

I'd like to propose a toast.

(clicks tongue)

I know that many of you live
very busy lives

full of...
full of responsibility,

which is why...

I'd like to say
a few words from the heart.

Merry Christmas. Yes.

And I look forward to seeing you
all tomorrow at the toy drive.

Thanks so much for coming.
Cheers.

- Smooth.

- Likewise.

(sighing)

(bright holiday music)

(laughing)
- Okay, wait,

that was you guys?
- Of course it was!

The Christmas ornaments
were actually Prim's idea.

- I learned from the best.
- Genius.

- What are you doing
to my daughter?

- We had no choice.
Christophe spotting you

would have ruined
all of the fun.

- What? There was nothing fun
about the torture

you two just put me through.

I can't believe
I'm gonna say this,

but I kinda feel bad for James.

I mean,
being paraded around

in front of
all those socialites,

it can't be a fun time
for anyone.

I definitely prefer
the simple life.

- Okay, so the two of you
didn't exactly hit it off.

But what about Athena?

Surely she and James
have something in common.

- Athena doesn't exist.
- She does now.

- Don't even think about it,
Faith!

- What?
Athena can't just vanish.

The prince has eyes everywhere.

They're sure to come
looking for you.

- I'm not gonna
spend my entire week

volunteering with James
and his snobby friends.

- Well, you don't have to.
Just,

you go to the charity event
tomorrow after work

and then, you tell James
that something came up,

like an unexpected emergency.

- What about Prim?
- Oh, I'll hang out here.

Chef Aaron is always looking
for extra hands in the kitchen.

- Mmm! Mm-hmm!

- You two have this
all planned out.

Okay, fine.
Fine, fine, fine.

But after tomorrow,

I'm putting Athena to rest,
once and for all.

(elegant music)

Victoria and her family
are highly influential.

- Yes, and highly bothersome.

She's always butting herself
into everyone's business.

- A partnership
with her foundation

would dramatically increase
our charitable reach.

And you would know that

if you were taking
this charity tour seriously.

- I am taking it seriously.
-
By rolling in late yesterday?

I'm not saying

you have to be best friends
with everyone I invited,

but you need
to set your ego aside and--

- And learn to be a leader.
-
Exactly!

It's time to show the world
that you're ready to be king,

someday.

Which is why I'd like you

to escort Victoria to dinner

this Friday.
- Dinner?

Father,

I thought
that I'd have the evening to,

you know,

do some exploring
around the town or--

- This isn't a vacation, James.

Unless you have
something more important

scheduled this Friday,

I trust you'll be in attendance.

- If you insist.

- That's my boy.

Now, good luck
with the toy drive today, son.

- Have a good evening, Father.

(sighs)

- "Something more important."

(sweeping orchestral music)

- Get in and get out.

Easy-peasy.

(sighs)

(camera shutter snaps)

(indistinct chatter)

- Late again, I see.

- I have a very busy schedule.

- Right, and handing out gifts
to the less fortunate

is low on your priority list.

- Don't worry,
your secret's safe with me.

Us spoiled, rich kids
need to stick together.

- Nice try, but no.
Unlike you,

I actually had to work
to get to where I am.

Speaking of work,
I have something to tell you.

- Suit up.

- Very funny.

Where's the Santa that we hired?
- Stuck in traffic.

Now, we can't keep
the children waiting.

I just need to find
some poor soul to be your wife.

- Don't we have people for this?

- I'm afraid our options
are limited.

- I can do it.

For the kids.

Anything for the kids!

(deep voice): Ho, ho, ho.

(camera shutter snaps)

- Santa says more than
"Ho, ho, ho!" You know?

- I'm a prince, not an actor.

- Yeah, well,
you're scaring the kids.

So try and relax.
- All right.

- We heard
you made the nice list

six years in a row.
I think that's a new record,

don't you, Santa?
- Um...

Yes, I-I'd say so.
Jolly good.

Ho, ho, ho.
(Neve sighs)

- Better?

- Don't quit your day job.

- Look, I know
that you don't seem bothered,

but not everyone is comfortable
up on stage like this.

In case you haven't noticed,

public speaking
isn't exactly my forte.

- Listen, the trick is not
to overthink it.

The thing about acting
is that

you just wanna connect
with your audience.

- Who made you an expert?

- I teach an acting class
in my spare time.

- Really? Perfect.
Where do I sign up?

- Sorry, Santa,
it's for the kids.

- Hmm. Oh, hello.

Upsie-daisy.
- There you go.

Um...
- Ho, ho, ho.

- I have some bad news.

I actually have to drop out
of the charity tour.

Yeah, the director of my
daughter's Christmas pageant

had to pull out last minute
so I'm stepping in.

- You mean the pageant
at the Vagabond?

- How did you know that?

- Your daughter invited me.
I'm looking forward to it.

- You're coming to the pageant?
- Of course!

That's why I'm here,
to support the community.

You know,

I've always wanted
to try my hand

at behind-the-scenes work.

What if I were to help you
with the pageant?

Then you wouldn't have
to pull out of the charity tour.

- Oh, no.

No, that-that won't be
necessary.

- Of course, it is!

You're clearly a natural
at all this.

So, who better to help me
connect with the community

than you?

Hello.

(camera shutter snaps)

Ho, ho, ho!

I did it again.

- Hmm.
- Look, you know,

I know that you think

that I'm just
some spoiled prince

looking to coast
through the next week

by doing the bare minimum,
but...

I'm really much more than that.

- I didn't say
you were spoiled...

exactly.

- Well, it's a done deal.
I'm helping you

and I won't take no
for an answer.

Ho, ho, ho, who's next?

(soft music)

(gasps)
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Okay, wait,
wait, wait, wait, he what?

Slow down.

- Not only is he coming
to the pageant,

but now he wants to volunteer.
This is bad.

This is... this is so, so bad.
- Okay.

So we just have
to readjust our plan a bit.

- A bit?
Do you hear what I'm saying?

He wants to volunteer
at the playhouse!

- Okay,
he's just trying to be nice.

- No, no, he is trying
to prove me wrong

because I said
that he was spoiled.

How am I supposed
to disappear now?

- Ooh, wait,
maybe you don't have to.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
just hear me out for a bit.

You have to sell out
the pageant, right?

- Yeah.

- Well then,
what better way to do that

than with a bit of help
from a prince?

- You want me to use James
to save the acting program?

- Think of it as a like,
PR stunt.

You help him
with the charity tour,

he helps you with the pageant.

Nothing sells tickets
like a royal prince.

- Okay.

But what if someone
accidentally blows my cover

at the playhouse?
I could lose everything.

- Well, technically,
Miss Collins is your real name.

That's what
they'll be calling you

at the playhouse anyway.

Plus,
all the charity tour events

are in the afternoon,
after your shift.

- You're right!
What could possibly go wrong?

- Ah, just give it a chance!

At the very least,

you spend the next week
mingling with future donors.

As far as I'm concerned,
this is a no-brainer.

- Fine.

(elegant music)

(coughs)
- You what?

- I've offered to volunteer
at the local playhouse.

Their annual Christmas pageant
is this Friday

and I thought
they could use the extra help.

- This Friday.

What about your dinner
with Victoria?

- Community first, right?

(sighs)
What?

You wanted me
to show more initiative.

- Adding more
to your already busy itinerary

was not what I had in mind.

You need to stay focused
on the task at hand.

- I can handle it.
Trust me.

Plus, you know I've always been
interested in the theater.

- Just like your mother.

Fine, this is your charity tour.

Just don't make me
regret this, okay?

The world is watching.

- How could I possibly forget?

(sighs)

- What do you mean,
she doesn't exist?

Athena Collins, A-T-H-E-N-A.

She's not in her room

and I need to get a hold of her
about today's event.

- Not on my watch.

- May I speak with your manager,
please?

- Can I help you, sir?
- Oh, it's you again.

- Hi. Yes, it's me.

I couldn't help but overhear

you were trying to get a hold
of Athena?

- I-I'm sorry,
aren't you just a bellhop?

- And what's
that supposed to mean?

- It's just I-I've never met
a bellhop who was so...

involved.
- I take my job very seriously.

- All right, then.

- Let me see
what I can do for you, sir.

- It's Peter.
- Mm-hmm.

- Hmm.

(clapping)

- Bravo! Bravo!

(laughs)

I am so impressed

with all your work
on your characters

for this week's pageant.

Now, remember,
let's go spread the news.

Grandmas, grandpas,
the mailman, the plumber.

I wanna see this place
packed for the show.

Get going.

(phone ringing)

Uh-oh.

Hello? Neve speaking.

- Good afternoon,
Miss Collins,

this is Faith Ferrara calling
from the Royal Plaza Hotel.

- Faith, what's going on?
Is everything okay?

- Yes! I was just calling
to pass along a message.

It turns out your limo will be
arriving at three

to take you
to today's charity event.

- It's 2:30.
-
You'll make it work?

Wonderful.
-
Okay, just...

have an Athena outfit
waiting for me

in the executive suite.
I'm on my way.

(laughing):
Your favorite bellhop?

Oh, miss, you flatter me.

Hmm, okay.

- Very good.
- Hmm.

(breathes deeply)

- You could be a good baker,
James.

Come on, James, you could...

- Oh, please not James.

Please not James.
Please.

Oh... of course.

(fire alarm blaring)

- No, no, no!
Oh, oh.

(laughing): Oh...

Well, I knew you needed help,
but this,

this is another level.
- Oh, Athena.

You're actually on time
for once.

- Yeah, I could smell
your burnt cookies

from the hotel.
- What cookies?

- Oh, these ones?
I mean,

they don't actually look
like cookies,

they look more
like hockey pucks but..

- Okay, so I messed up a batch.

It's why I came early,

you know, to brush up
on my baking skills.

- You know it's okay
if you don't know how to bake.

I'm sure you have lots of people
to do that for you, right?

- Maybe, but that doesn't mean
I'm thrilled about it.

It gets old having people
do everything for you.

- Really?

Then why am I the only one
working right now?

- Okay.
- Look,

first rule of baking,
just keep your station clean.

- So, now,

you're a cleaning expert
as well.

- Uh, just pass me
the baking soda, please.

- What, that?
There you go.

- The baking soda,
not the baking powder.

- Well, there's a difference?

- Oh, dear.

(light festive music)

- There we go.
You know what?

I think I'm actually
getting the hang of this.

- You know
that the icing's supposed

to go in the bag, right?
- I know.

It's just that,
the more that misses,

hmm, the more for me.

- Oh, I suppose you're right.

Someone needs to taste test
the product.

- Right?

Maybe baking isn't so bad
after all.

See, I knew
I was missing out on something.

(laughs)

- "Missing out."
- Hmm.

- You're a prince.
You're not supposed to miss out.

- Well, tell that to my father.

I miss out
on all sorts of things,

baking,
decorating the Christmas tree,

building a fire,
shoveling the drive.

I never seem to have time to do

any of the normal
Christmas activities.

- Some people call those chores.

- Yes, well,

I'd give up
diplomatic responsibilities

for chores any day.

You know what they say.

Sometimes, it's the...

simple things
that make life special.

Anyway, enough about me.
Let's, uh...

Let's talk about you,
Miss Athena Collins.

- Me?
- Yes.

Tell me, why are you really
here,

on the charity tour, I mean?

- Oh, um...

Well, you know,
I, uh...

I'm sure it's the...

same reason as everyone else,
probably.

Just...
originally from Manhattan

and wanna give back
to the community.

Yeah.
- Right.

- Hmm.
- Hey, just be honest.

I've been in this business
long enough

to know that everyone
has their own motives.

- Well...

I guess I'm also here
for my daughter, Prim.

Thought it would be
a good chance

to have her experience Christmas
in my hometown.

Plus,

being in the Vagabond Playhouse
Christmas pageant

is sort of a tradition
in my family.

Me, my mother, my grandmother.

- I'm assuming your family
will be at the pageant, then.

- Oh, no.
They'll watch online.

They traded in their snow boots
for flip flops a long time ago.

- You know,
theater was a large part

of my upbringing, as well.

My family and I
always used to attend

the local Christmas pageant.

- "Used to?"

- Well...

Things...
Things were different then.

You know how it is.

Life gets away from you.

I guess that's why I always
loved the theater so much.

No matter how busy we were,

it always brought
the family together again.

Which reminds me,

what do you say we meet
at the playhouse tomorrow night?

Time's ticking.

I'm sure you could
use the assistance

in getting ready
for the pageant.

- Right. About that.
You know what?

Um, look, if you're busy,

I understand.
So, it's--

- No, no, no.

Peter already cleared
my schedule.

I'm free as a bird.

- Great.

- Yeah, great.

- Great.

(bright holiday music)

- It's okay, Lady Lollipop,

I'm sure we can come up
with a solution.

Maybe you dropped it
in the gingerbread lane?

Or in the gumdrop gully?

- There it is.
- Yes!

- Sounds like
someone's been practicing?

- Dad called me yesterday
between meetings to work on it.

- Aw.
I told you he'd find the time.

- Mom,

do you think we're actually
gonna sell out the pageant?

- Well, we're still
a long ways off, but...

I know we can do it.

Why?
- I just...

I wanna make sure
there's a seat for Dad

in the audience.

- Oh, Prim.

There's always gonna be a seat
for your father.

But you know, even if he doesn't
make it back in time,

he's still cheering you on.

No matter
where we are in the world,

your father and I
always have your back.

Speaking of,
I was thinking

you might need
a little pick-me-up

after all your hard work,
so...

why don't I have
Chef Aaron make

your favorite reindeer pancakes
with extra whip?

Go get your stuff
before I'm late for work.

(sighs)

- Everything's been going
wonderfully.

Especially since I've perfected
my baking skills.

You know, the difference

between baking soda
and baking powder

is really quite profound.

Father?

Are you still there?

- Cookies, yes.

It all sounds very exciting,
son.

I'm glad you're having fun.

- Oh, thanks.

Things have been going
surprisingly well,

if I do say so myself.

- There's always room
for improvement, though.

- I knew that was coming.

- The press have started
to talk again.

- About what?

I've been doing
everything you asked me to do.

Everything.
Lay low, stay out of trouble.

- Too low.

You know how they are.

You need to take control

before these rumors
get out of hand.

- And how am I supposed
to do that?

I've been attending every event.
Isn't that enough?

- Well, being more active online
could be a start.

(sighs)

Being in the public eye
is part of your job.

You can't avoid
the inevitable, son.

Why don't you post something
on our social media account?

Something from the heart.

Show them that you're not
in this for personal gain,

you're in it for the community.
- Right.

(soft music)

(curious music)

(indistinct chatter)

(clears throat)

- Ah, just the woman
I've been looking for.

It's... Faith, right?

- Oh, yes, I get it.

This must be
about the baggage storage.

I know, it's a total mess.

I am so sorry.
I will get right on that.

- Actually, no.
Well, yes,

but this is something
a bit more urgent.

It's about the prince.

- What about him?

- Well, as it turns out,
his team needs a bit more help

than we've been able to offer,

so I would like you, Faith,
to fill in the gap.

- Me?
- Yes.

The prince's chief of staff,
Peter,

has requested you directly.

You'll be reporting to him
for the rest of the week.

Ah, she's all yours.

- I thought
I was just a bellhop?

- You are,

but you said you take your job
very seriously.

And I have
a serious amount of work

to get through
before the Christmas Eve ball.

Thought I might as well
put you to work.

- You want me to do all this?

- Yeah.
Errands, deliveries,

scheduling, dry-cleaning,
phone calls.

I can always ask Christophe
for someone else,

if it's too much
for you to handle.

- I'll get right on it.

- Hmm, the charity tour's
going fine.

No, not yet.

I'm trying my best, Mother.

He cancelled our dinner
for Friday.

Yeah, some pageant
at the local playhouse.

Oh, turns out he bought everyone
on the charity tour a seat.

Oh yeah,

it's all over
the royal family's social media.

Ugh. I swear,

he and this Athena Collins woman
are inseparable.

Hmm, no,
I haven't heard of her either.

Don't worry,

I've been keeping my eye on her.

There is no way she's going to
jeopardize our partnership

with the royal family.

(sighs)

Would you be a doll
and, um...

restock my mini fridge
when you get a chance?

I'm all out of eggnog.
- Mm-hmm.

(soft music)

(humming)

- I take it
somebody had a good day.

- Aside from almost being caught
by Victoria

while cleaning her room, yes,

James had
the pageant flyer posted

on the royal family's
social media account.

Not to mention,
he also bought a seat

for everyone
on the charity tour.

- He what? See?

I told you
this was a good idea.

- Okay,
don't get ahead of yourself.

We still have a long ways to go.

James is coming
to the playhouse tonight

to help with
the behind-the-scenes work

for the pageant, remember?
- Okay, but still,

this doesn't change the fact
that I'm proud of you.

I know living life on the edge
isn't usually your MO.

- Oh, you're one to talk.
- I take risks all the time.

- Really?

How's the concierge application
going?

Yeah, yeah,
that's what I thought.

- Look, it's not my fault.
I've been busy.

Christophe gave me
this assignment,

which basically just means

I'm Peter and James'
personal errand girl

for the week.
- What?

Faith, do you know
what this means?

- That I'm gonna be working late
every night this week?

- No! That you're finally
on Christophe's radar.

This is the moment
you've been waiting for.

(bright music)

(chuckles)

Oh, thanks, honey.
That looks great.

- Who is that?
Prince charming?

- Prince charming, what?
- You know how the story goes.

First it starts with texting,
next thing you know,

you're swaying around a ballroom
as the clock strikes twelve.

- I don't think
that's how the story goes.

- Not yet.

(laughs)

(bright holiday music)

And now,
for the piece de resistance,

the Vagabond Playhouse!

Come on, follow me!
(Neve chuckles)

- Let me know if you need me
to tell her to slow down.

She's pretty excited.
- Oh, don't worry about it.

Believe it or not,

I still remember
what it was like to be her age.

You know, it's pretty hard

not to get swept up
in the magic of it all.

- Tell me about it.

I remember the first time
I sat in one of these chairs.

The lights, the set,
the performance...

I was hooked.

- My mother always used
to call it the great escape.

Before she passed.

I guess that's why we stopped
going to the theater so much.

It was never quite the same
after that.

- I'm sorry.

- No, don't be.

I'm just happy to be back.

Thanks to you,

I get a shot at working
behind the curtain for once.

- Well, let's hope you're better
at decorating sets

than you are
at decorating cookies.

- Hmm, I can't make
any promises.

(chuckles)

- What are you guys waiting for?
- Oh.

We'd better go.
- Oh, right.

(playful holiday music)

- Oh.
(chuckles)

- Hmm. All right.

Oh.

- This igloo needs some snow.

The key is to sprinkle
the snow lightly.

That way it looks natural,
like snow.

See?

(phone ringing)

- Oh, um, this is Wade,
the owner of the playhouse.

I should take this.
- Okay.

Well, would you look at that?

- Practice makes perfect.

- Oh, whatever you say.
You're the professional.

- Professional might be
a bit of a stretch.

- No, don't be silly.

This igloo is...

straight out of the North Pole.

Not to mention,
you are the star of the show.

Sounds like talent to me.

- Yeah?

Well, after this year,

I might be ready to kiss
my acting career goodbye.

- Why do you say that?
- Well,

for starters,
it's a lot of pressure.

So much work goes
into a pageant.

If I mess up,
it's all for nothing.

- Hmm, that certainly is
a lot of pressure.

Especially when you look at it
like that.

- I guess I've just never been

that comfortable
in the spotlight.

- Me neither.

But you know what they say,

the first step to being
comfortable in the spotlight

is being comfortable
in your own skin.

Confidence is everything.

- And how do I do that?
Be confident, I mean.

- I'm still trying to
figure that one out myself.

But I think a good start

would be
to focus on your strengths.

Look, you are talented.

And once you truly believe that,
you'll be unstoppable.

- You think so?

- I know so.

(clears throat)

Hey, is everything okay?

- Yeah, totally.
Uh, sorry about that.

- Oh, don't be.
Prim here picked up your slack.

- And it looks like
she did an incredible job.

So incredible, I believe,

that it might be time
for a snack.

Rumor has it
someone left a tin

of peanut brittle
in the lunch room.

- Say no more.
I'll be right back.

- Well,

looks like
you missed your calling.

- Well, what can I say?

I guess I'm sort of
the full package, really.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Not only am I
incredibly charming...

(chuckles)
...but I can also...

Well, I can act,
I can bake,

and now, as it turns out,
I can decorate an igloo.

- Whatever will we do
without you?

- Oh, well, not to worry,

I could always come back
next year

to help with the pageant.

- Yeah. Next year.

- You know,

trying new things
is pretty addictive.

And I was thinking,
tomorrow,

I'd like to do something
I've never done before.

I'd like to get out and...
and experience

an authentic Christmas
in Manhattan.

- Okay. You have to stop

by the chestnut cart
on 8th Street.

To die for.

- Actually,

I was wondering
if you'd like to join me?

(light piano music)

- Tomorrow?

- Yeah.

You could be my tour guide.

Seeing as you grew up here
and all.

- Tour guide.

Yeah, I could do that.

- Great.

(city rumble)

- Morning!

- Morning.

- You okay?
- Me? Yeah, I'm fine.

- Drink. Trust me,
peppermint syrup is

the cure
to all of life's problems.

(gulps)
- Mm.

You may be right.
- Mm-hmm.

- I didn't get any sleep.

- What's on your mind?

- Wade called me
at the playhouse last night.

- Oh yeah?

Oh, he's probably so thrilled
about all the work

you've been doing
for the pageant.

The playhouse hasn't seen
this much publicity in years.

- He is, but as it turns out,

if he doesn't secure
enough new donors

by the new year,

he's gonna have
to sell the theater.

- He what?
- Yeah!

- Oh, I'm so sorry.

- I don't even know what to do.
I mean, the Vagabond,

it's such a huge part
of my life.

Of Prim's life.
She's gonna be devastated.

- All of those rich
philanthropists

from the charity tour
are coming, right?

Maybe it'll inspire some of them
to become new donors.

- Oh, don't remind me.

- This is a good thing,
isn't it?

- Yeah, it is. It's just...

I don't know, I'm...

The more time that goes by,

the guiltier I feel
about lying to everyone.

Especially James.

- What exactly happened
last night?

- Nothing!
Just did some painting and...

Well, then he asked me to hang
out this afternoon

so I'm giving him a tour
of Manhattan after my shift.

That's all.

- You're not thinking
of coming clean, are you?

- Even if I wanted to, I can't.

I mean,
we have too much on the line.

I'm gonna have to wait
until after the pageant.

If we're gonna save the theater,

everything has to go
according to plan.

I'll see ya later.
- Bye.

- What do you mean,
it's been delayed?

No, no, no.
I don't care if it's been lost,

it's a royal tradition
for the prince--

Hello?
- There you are!

Okay, so I dropped off
the prince's dry-cleaning,

I booked the ballroom

for the press conference
next Sunday,

and I tracked down
James's favorite cheese

from a local deli.

And here's
your peppermint mocha,

egg and cheese croissant,

toasted but not toasty,
lukewarm, yuck.

Okay, I guess that's it then.

It was fun working with you.

- Uh, no, no, no, wait,
wait, wait.

That-that's not it.
There's...

- Oh, I finished
the rest yesterday.

Go ahead and say it,
I'm incredible.

I know.

- Uh, oh no.
(phone ringing)

- Is everything okay?

- Not really.
I've just found out

James's ceremonial uniform
for the ball

isn't going to arrive on time,
of course.

The one time King Geoffrey
left me in charge,

everything goes wrong.
Well,

he's gonna be furious.

Yes, hello. Um, no, no.

I'm afraid
I don't have any flexibility

on the timeline.
We're going to need it.

- Mom, stop moving.
- I have to breathe!

- There, done.
- Great. Listen,

Faith is gonna drop you off
at the sitter's okay?

I'm not gonna be too late.

Put some extra snacks
in your backpack.

- Couture or casual?
- Couture.

Definitely couture.
- I already told you two,

this isn't a date.
What I'm wearing is fine.

The whole point is to blend in.
Okay?

He wants an authentic Christmas
in Manhattan experience,

and that is what
I'm gonna give him.

(knocking)

- He's here!
- Have fun!

- Wish me luck.

(soft piano music)

- Athena, you're looking lovely.

- Thanks.
And you look...

Well, you could almost pass
for a real New Yorker.

- Thank you.

Shall we?

(bright music)

There you go.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

- Oh! Oh, they're so hot.

They smell so delightful, I...
I can't resist.

Oh.

Oh, okay, yeah,
my tongue is officially burnt.

(Neve chuckles)
- But it was worth it, right?

- Mm, I think that woman
recognized me.

- What? Relax.
Honestly,

aside from the way
you're walking,

you're fitting in just fine.

- What's wrong
with the way I walk?

- Oh, come on,

you're doing that on purpose,
right?

- Doing what?

Oh.

All right.

All right,
I can get used to this, just...

(Neve laughs)
...strolling down the street.

- Really?

- No place to be
but here and now.

- Sounds like someone's ready
to trade in their limo

for a subway card already.

- Oh, well,
I wouldn't go that far.

I mean, the extravagance
does get a little old

but truthfully,

it's the pressure
that gets under my skin.

- Yeah.

I guess having the whole
world watch your every move

must be really tough.

- My father doesn't
make it any easier.

And ever since my mother passed,

he and I, we don't...

We don't exactly see eye to eye.

I'm starting to think that,
no matter how hard I try,

I'll never be able
to fill his shoes as king.

- Why would you want to?

I mean, there's gotta be
more to being king

than just taking
somebody's else's place.

It's like you told Prim
last night,

you have to focus
on your strengths.

No two kings are alike.

So, you should be able
to connect with your kingdom

in whatever way works for you.

You know,
yesterday you mentioned

that you'd never
decorated a tree before.

Well, what do you say we go find
the most perfect Christmas tree?

- I like the sound of that.

- You got this.

Smile and you'll be confident,
and...

It's okay
that you missed the deadline,

you just...

(sighs)
Yeah, yeah.

You just go in there
and you...

You say...

(indistinct muttering)

Oh, no, no, no.

- Oh!
- Whoa! Sorry.

- Don't worry.
I'm used to it.

You want to be a concierge?

- Oh this? No. I, um...

I'm just dropping this off
at Christophe's office for...

a friend.

- Oh, that's a shame.

Being a concierge
would suit you.

- Really?

- Seeing as how you like
getting involved

with everyone's business
and all.

(chuckles)
- Well,

lucky for you,
sometimes my nosiness pays off.

- Raphael Blanchet?
- Mm-hmm.

He stayed here for a month,
last October.

He's a tailor with a specialty
in fashioning

replica royal attire
in movies.

- Nice try,
but I already contacted him.

He's unavailable.
- Well, lucky for you,

he owes me a favor.

So, he's already started
recreating

James's ceremonial uniform
for the ball.

(scoffs)

(jazzy holiday music)

(elevator dings)

- All right.
- Got it.

- So, what makes this tree
the perfect one, exactly?

- Well, that depends.

What's your type?

- I can tell you
what's not my type,

anyone my father
tries to set me up with.

(laughs)
- I was talking about trees.

- Um, I don't know,
I guess...

I guess
I'm sort of hoping that,

when I do find the one,

it'll all become clear.

What about you?
What's your type?

- Oh, you know, tall, robust.
Can't be perfect, though.

Has to have
some sort of imperfection

like a weird bald patch,

or a lopsided top,
or something like that.

- You are still talking
about trees, aren't you?

(Neve chuckles)
- Yes.

But I don't think my...

Oh, my taste in men
is that different.

I mean,
I'm just looking for someone

who's comfortable
with their flaws.

And willing to love me for mine.

I mean, I guess
that's what everybody wants.

- I guess things
didn't exactly work out

with Prim's father.

- We just had
different visions for our lives.

But we make much better friends
than we did partners.

Sometimes, you just have to know
when to walk away,

you know?

- Or when to hold on.

Speaking of.

(laughing)

You all right?

(soft music)

- Oh.
- Okay. You okay?

(James grunts)

- You have it?
- I do. Hmm.

Oh, you all right?
- Yeah.

- Okay. Here we go.
(laughing)

Perfect.

- Where are your people
when we need them?

- I know!

- And now,
on to the Christmas Eve ball.

We've got the live band,
the menu, the ice sculptures.

The only things left

are the prince's
ceremonial uniforms.

- Actually, Christophe,
about that,

Faith took care of it.

- Oh, she did?
- Hmm.

- Well, there's still
the rest of our list.

The red carpet, the flowers.

- A-actually,
Faith handled all that too.

- All of it?

- I know.
I couldn't believe it, either.

Turns out she's quite good
at her job.

She really outdid herself.

- Well, I'm glad to hear that
your partnership is working out.

I should
keep a closer eye on her.

- Oh, I would, if I were you.

You wouldn't want someone else
to scoop her up.

She's what we,
in the royal business,

like to call a keeper.

- Huh.

- Okay. That's good.

- Yeah?
- Care to do the honors?

- Oh, right. Um...

Okay.

Three, two, one.

- Ta-da!

- I love it!

(chuckles)
- You haven't seen anything yet.

We have metallic ornaments,

sparkly ornaments.
Here, put that one on.

- Oh, anywhere?
- Anywhere.

We have lace ornaments,
icicle ornaments,

candy cane ornaments.
Oh, my goodness.

Aw, can't forget about these.

Those were always my favorite.

- An empty box?
- Yeah. That's the point.

We didn't have a lot growing up

so we were always so excited
to hang these on the tree

because Santa always left
a little something inside.

Sounds so silly now.
- Mmm-mmm.

Traditions
are meant to be silly.

Otherwise,
Christmas would just be

another ordinary day.

- Yeah, I guess you're right.

You have to take the time
to enjoy the little things.

That's what makes
the season special.

You know,
I've had a lot of fun this week.

- Me too.
And to think I was so worried

how this week
was going to pan out.

- You were?
- Yeah.

- Why?

- Trying new things is
way outside of my comfort zone.

Which is why I'm glad I met you.

I mean, everyone else
is always telling me

what I want to hear,
but you...

You've been honest
from the start.

- Oh, James.

Actually,

I've been meaning
to tell you something.

- So have I. I mean,

it's actually
more of a question, really.

Be honest.

- Okay. Yeah, what is it?

- Is there any chance
you'd maybe, uh...

...like to go

to the Christmas Eve ball
with me?

(gulps)
- Um...

...to the ball,
like as your date?

- Oh, I...
I don't know about that.

I know that uh,
spoiled rich kids

aren't usually your type.
(Neve laughs)

Think of it more
as a thank you

for all the hard work
you've put in this week.

- I'd love to.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- Okay. Great.

Oh, what was it you
were going to tell me

before I so
rudely interrupted you?

- Uh, it was...

It-it was nothing.

I... I mean,
I was just gonna say that--

(knocking)

(cart rolling in)

- Your evening snack, sir.

Biscuits?

- Good timing.

(James chuckles)
- Biscuits.

(sighs)

(bright music)

- That's right,
everything is in place

for the Christmas Eve ball.

- I must say, Peter,
this is uh...

excellent.

You've really outdone yourself
this week.

Coordinating a charity tour
of this scale

isn't easy

and you've left
no stone unturned.

- Thank you, sir.

- And as for you, son.

- Here we go.

- I'm equally as impressed.

- I know. I...

You are?

- Not only did you show up,

but you gave it your all.

Our community partners
are thrilled

with our fundraising efforts.

I think you've...

You've really shown people

how great a king
you're going to be someday.

Now, there's just one thing left
to be done.

- Party like
there's no tomorrow?

- No, seal the deal
with Victoria's foundation.

- Right, that. Yes.

- I'd like you to escort
Victoria

to the Christmas Eve ball.

We're going to be working
with her closely

going into the new year

and uh, the media would like
to see you two together

after our announcement
at the press conference.

I, uh...
trust that won't be a problem?

- Um, no, not at all.

- Good.

- Oh, uh...

One thing.

- What do you mean,

you're not taking Victoria
to the ball?

- Peter, can this wait?
Please,

I'm already running late
to help set up at the playhouse.

- No, James, this can't wait.

I'm not gonna let you throw away
all your hard work now.

- I'm not trying
to sabotage the tour, Peter,

it's just that...

I already have plans, all right?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Like...

Like, a date?

Hang on,
you've not had a date since--

- All right, all right,
you're one to talk.

But if you must know, yes,

I've asked Athena
to go with me to the ball.

Plus, my father's not even going
to be there.

Victoria and I will pose
for a few pictures

and he'll have no idea.

- And if he finds out?

- He won't. I have a plan.

Please, just this once,
trust me.

- I'm just doing my job.

- There's more to life
than just work, Peter.

Maybe you should
follow my lead.

Relax a bit.

You know,

I'm sure there's someone
out there for you as well.

You just need to take
the time to notice.

(tapping)

(uplifting music)

- Ava, Laura,

Sam, Joey, Lexi.

Prim?

- Hey.

I've got the stage props
lined up,

the costume changes laid out,
and the music queue sorted.

Is there anything else
we're missing?

- Our star.
- Prim?

- Hmm, one second.

(mystical instrumental music)

Hmm, I thought
I might find you here.

You ready to blow everyone away,
or what?

- I think we may need
to call the understudy.

- Why, honey?
Are you not feeling all right?

- I was,
until I started rehearsing.

I don't get it.

I spent weeks preparing.

And poof, it's all gone.

How am I supposed to act
if I can't remember my lines?

- Aw, honey,

acting is more
than just a bunch of words

on a piece of paper.

Everyone struggles
with their lines, trust me.

Being a good actor
means having the ability

to believe in your character.

Most importantly,
believe in yourself.

If you can do that, well,

I'm willing to bet
you'll know exactly what to say.

You got this.

What do you say
we go show the world

what Madame Candy Cane
is made of?

Okay, so there's only
like 14 left, okay.

So, probably,

we'll just keep a tab
at the end.

- Ah, the beautiful sound
of anticipation.

- Wade, you're back!

- Oh, I have never seen
the playhouse so packed.

I knew you could pull this off,
kiddo.

- Thanks,
but we still have to make it

to the end of the show.
- Just don't forget

to appreciate
how far you've come.

Okay?
No matter what happens.

- Noah, you made it!

- My last meeting got cancelled.

- Oh, Prim's gonna be
so excited.

- Is this seat taken?
- No, it's all yours.

- Excuse me. Sorry, sorry.
Coming through.

- Faith.
- Peter, hey.

- Um... what are you doing here?

- Athena got tickets
for the hotel staff.

Popcorn?

- Um, okay. Sure.
Why not?

(soft music)

(magical chiming music)

- Finally, the day has come.

I've packed my bags
and off we'll run.

To the North Pole
for a better life

where my candy canes
will be free of strife.

(upbeat holiday music)

(applause)

You made it!
- Hey!

You were amazing up there, Prim!

- What can I say?
I learned from the best.

- You earned it, kiddo.

- I wanna show you around.

I have my own dressing room
and everything! Come on!

- Congratulations,
Miss Director.

You pulled it off.
- Well, we pulled it off.

I mean, this place
was packed because of you.

- Oh, please.
Don't be so modest.

I may have helped
spread the word

but they weren't
applauding for me.

Or were they?

I mean, that igloo
looked pretty good up there.

(laughs)

- There you are.

I've been looking everywhere
for you.

- Oh, sorry, I didn't realize
you were looking for me.

- Not you, Athena.

I wanted to congratulate you
on such a beautiful production.

- You did?

- The script, the set,
the acting,

and from such young kids,
very impressive.

My foundation would be happy
to make a contribution.

- Thank you.
That's so generous, Victoria.

- Oh, it's the least I could do.

This place is in desperate need
of a facelift.

Seriously, it's like walking
into the 15th century in here.

- Yeah.
(Victoria chuckles)

(James): Hmm.

Sorry.

(bright music)

- Hey, I only have
so many of those.

- Well, if someone wasn't
hogging all the good candies.

Oh. Is that supposed
to be a castle?

- Uh-huh.
Every princess needs a castle

if she's gonna live
happily ever after.

- Okay.
(phone ringing)

Ooh, speaking of
happily ever after,

it's Wade.
- Oh!

- Hi, Wade.

Oh.

Yeah, I understand.

Um, sure.

Thanks for letting me know.

- So?
- Um, apparently,

we received
several generous donations

after the show last night.
- That's amazing!

That's amazing?

- It's not enough.

Wade's at the bank right now.
They won't renew our loan

without a long-term
financial partner,

so if he can't find one
by Christmas,

he has no choice but to sell.

I can't believe
that last night's pageant

was the Vagabond's last show.
- No.

No, no, no, don't you dare.
We can't give up now.

- Tomorrow's Christmas Eve,
Faith.

Time's up.
We've tried everything.

- What about James?

Maybe he could help.
- Not a chance.

When he finds out
I've been lying to him,

I'll be lucky if he doesn't
have me thrown in jail.

Or worse, the dungeon.

- Okay, judging by
how he looks at you,

I'm guessing he'll be
more forgiving than that.

(soft music)

- Right, your table will be
right there,

close to the dessert table,
as requested.

- Hmm.
- Now, on the night of the ball,

it's very important

that you and Victoria
enter from those doors,

right after the...

right after
the herd of wild buffalo

finish their performance
of The Nutcracker.

- Buffalo?

- Oh,
so now I have your attention?

- Peter.

- King Geoffrey.

- There's my boy.

- Father,
what are you doing here?

I thought
you were staying in Genova?

- And miss out
on spending Christmas

in New York with my son?

Not a chance.

- Hmm.

(phone beeps)
- Oh, just a sec.

(knocking)

- Athena?

(curious music)

(camera shutter snaps)

(exhales)

- Oh, no, no, no.

Oh, no, no, no.

- Ahem!

Slacking of at work again,
I see?

- Oh, Christophe, no.
I had just--

- Relax. I'm just kidding.
(chuckles)

No, but in all seriousness,

I wanted to discuss something
with you.

It's about your application
for the concierge position.

- Dorothy Abigail-Johnson,

checking in
to the executive suite.

- Now, I'm sure you're aware

accepting late applications
goes against company policy,

but seeing as you really
stepped up to the plate

these past few weeks...
- Christophe,

could you just hold on for--
- ...I would like to offer you--

- ...just one sec--
- ...the position.

- You what?
- That's right.

Well, you can thank Peter.

He raved about you so much,

well I had no choice
but to reconsider.

But honestly,
I think he's right.

You really did earn it.

(soft music)

- Athena?

Hello?

- Victoria?

- Dorothy!

Oh, it's been too long.
- Mm-hmm.

- The last time I saw you
was the Hampton's?

- Mm-hmm.
- How was Hawaii?

- Oh, join me for tea
and I'll tell you all about it.

It's too bad I had to miss
the charity tour.

- Well, at least you made it
back in time for the ball.

- Let me show you
what I'm thinking about wearing.

- Hmm.

- Uh...

(scoffs)

It's... it's beautiful.

- Neve, can I talk to you
for a second?

- Yeah.
- Now?

- What?

- Please tell me
you spoke to James.

- We're meeting up after work.

- Oh, I was afraid
you might say that.

(gasps)

- Neve...

Can I see you in my office,
please?

- Of course.

- There she is. See?

I told you.
- No.

Must be...

- Athena,
how nice of you to join us.

Or shall I call you
something else?

- What's going on?

- Neve, Victoria here
would like you to explain

why you've been entering
the executive suites

after hours.

- Neve.

So that's your real name.

- It's not what it looks like.
I was doing my job,

but then--
- Hmm?

I wasn't aware
that impersonating

guests was a part of your job.

- Please, I can explain this.
- Explain what?

How you lied
about your identity?

No need.
We have it all right here.

I asked Christophe to look back
at the security camera footage.

She's been wearing
Dorothy's clothes all week,

pretending to be
somebody she's not.

It turns out
Athena is nothing more

than a hotel housekeeper.

- This doesn't make any sense.

You lied.

- I didn't mean to,
you just--

- Neve, that's enough.
You're free to go.

Pack up your belongings.

I'm sorry,

but you're no longer employed
at the Royal Plaza.

- Yes, sir.

- Athena.

Athena!

Neve, wait!

Please!
- Why are you chasing me, James?

You heard Victoria,

I'm nothing
but a hotel housekeeper.

- I don't understand.
I mean,

why would you keep this
from me?

Sneaking into the charity tour.
Lying about your identify.

F-for what?

- You knocked on my door,
remember?

I was just messing around.
We were just....

trying on her clothes
and then...

- What? You just decided
to keep up the act?

- No! Yes. I...

I was gonna
tell you the truth.

I swear.
It's just things got...

- What?

- Complicated.

- I think what you mean
is you saw your opportunity.

I helped you.

I opened up to you.

(sighs)
I thought you were different.

- Please, James.

It's not like that.

- Then what is it like, Neve?

What reason
could you possibly have

for lying to me like this?
- Come on.

Can't you see?

You and I are
from two different worlds here.

It's my job to be invisible.
Don't pretend

like you would have given me
the time of day.

- How could you say that?
- Because it's the truth.

- What do you know about truth,
Neve?

You know
what my favorite thing was

about Athena?

She treated me like a person.

Not like a prince.
Not like a king.

She never judged me
based on where I came from.

She accepted me for me.

- So do I.

- No. No, Neve, you don't.

Victoria was right.
(camera shutter snaps)

You're not at all
the person I thought you were.

(camera shutter snaps)

Just please.

(camera shutter snaps)
Please.

(soft music)

(Neve sighs)

- I'll go grab my things.

(soft magical music)

What's that?
- Ooh, just a costume I wore

in a Christmas pageant
when I was your age.

- It's a pretty cool costume,
I must say.

- Certainly was
quite the pageant.

It started with a snowstorm

and ended
with the power going out.

- The show must go on, right?

- Exactly! You know,

it didn't seem to matter
what went wrong back then.

The stage was always
my happy place.

Just like you.

- Honey, I'm so sorry
I let you down.

- You didn't let me down, Mom.

This Christmas
was the best Christmas

I've ever had.

And we may have lost
the playhouse,

but we didn't lose each other.

And if I have that,
that's all I need.

- Faith!

Just the person
I've been looking for.

- Yes, um,

James's ceremonial uniform
arrived this morning.

Hot off the press.
Here you go.

- Oh wait, I...

I wanted to talk with you

about what happened with Athena.

You do know
what I'm talking about, right?

- Uh... right. Um...

Yes, I was involved.

I'm the one who told her
to try on the dress

and I'm the one who came up
with the name Athena.

We wanted to tell you guys
the truth sooner,

it's just that the Vagabond,
it was in jeopardy--

- Wait, wait, wait.
Slow down, all right?

- I'm sorry. Okay?

And I completely understand
if you wanna tell Christophe

because you vouched for me
and I...

I let you down.

- I'm not gonna tell Christophe.

I meant what I said to him.

You're good at your job.

Actually, you're um...

you're good at a lot of things.

Which is why I need your help.

(somber music)

(knocking)

- Come in.

Peter.

What are you doing here?

- I was just coming to check in.

- To see if I was ready
for the press conference?

I'm not going.

My father and I both agreed

that I've done enough
damage as it is.

- Actually that's not
why I'm here, James.

I... came to say I'm sorry.

- You're sorry?

I'm the one who messed up.

You worked so hard

to make sure
this charity tour was a success

and thanks to me,
it was all for nothing.

- It wasn't for nothing.

The whole point of this tour

was for you to learn
to be a leader.

As far as I'm concerned,
that's what you did.

Look, I...

I've been thinking about

what you said the other day

and you're right,

there's a lot more to life
than work.

You're my best friend
and I...

I just want you to be happy.

(clicks tongue)

- She lied to me, Peter.

- Yes.

Yes, she did, but...

...perhaps
there's more to the story

than just that.
Hmm?

(bright music)

- What are you doing here?

I thought we agreed
I'd handle this?

- We did.

But I've changed my mind.

This is my mess.

I should be the one
to clean it up.

- Ah, don't worry, James.
I've got this.

After I've done with them,

it will be like
none of this ever happened.

- And why would I want that?
I mean,

I know that this week

didn't turn out
the way you wanted,

but I don't want
to throw it all away.

- I was just trying to help.
- No, I know you were.

But it's time for me
to help myself.

You sent me here

to prove
that I'm ready to be king.

I don't want to run away

from my responsibilities
anymore.

(chuckles)

Really.

- A king always stands up
for what they believe in.

Who am I to stop you
from raising your voice?

- I promise,

I won't let you down, Father.

- You could never let me down,
Son.

- All right.

(light music)

- Merry Christmas.
- What's this?

- A list of
every Manhattan hotel

that's hiring.
- Faith, I told you,

it's not your fault
that I lost my job.

- You wouldn't have
tried on that dress

if it weren't for me.
- Exactly!

I should be thanking you.

Maybe it's time for me
to try new things.

Live life on the edge, like you?
- Ha.

- Congratulations
on the concierge position,

by the way.
I knew you were a shoo-in.

- Thank you.
I would have never applied

if it weren't for you.
- Hmm.

- Hurry!

Look who's on TV!

- Thank you all for coming.

I know you'd like
to dive into some questions,

but before we do,
I'd like to say a quick word.

When I arrived in Manhattan,

I knew that I wanted
to make a connection.

And sure,
volunteering was a start.

But what I didn't realize then

was that forming a connection

isn't something
that can be forced.

It...
It has to happen naturally.

And that's not all I learned
this week.

I learned how-how to bake...
(chuckles)

...how to work behind the scenes
at a theater,

how to decorate
a Christmas tree.

I also learned
that being a prince

doesn't mean you have
to put on an act.

It means learning to be brave.

Brave enough to own up
to your mistakes.

Brave enough to be yourself.

Which is why I want
to say thank you

to the people
at the charities,

the Vagabond Playhouse,

and the Royal Plaza Hotel.

It's thanks to you

that I was finally able
to experience

what Christmas is
really all about,

family.

Thank you.

(phone chimes)

- Oh,
looks like our limo's early.

- Limo?

- Yeah, how else
are we supposed to get

to the Christmas Eve ball?
- What are you talking about?

- Peter and I might have
arranged a little something.

Ooh, and I can't forget these,

our gowns for the ball.

That is, if you still would like
to accept James's invitation?

- I don't know.
I-I can't just leave Prim.

- You can drop me off at Dad's
on the way.

- So, what do you say?

(jazzy music)

(indistinct chatter)

- Neve.

Hi.

- Hi.

- You look...

Wow.

Can I have this dance?

(sighs)

- I'm so sorry.

- No, I'm sorry.

I overreacted.

I should have given you
the chance to explain yourself.

You were just trying
to protect the playhouse.

- I know, but...

lying to you,
lying to everyone, I mean...

it was the wrong way
to go about it.

I just thought
if I told you the truth,

that you wouldn't want
anything to do with me.

I was wrong.

Turns out you're more
than just a spoiled prince.

You're so much more than that.

- Thanks to you.

- What do you mean?

- I've spent my whole life

trying to avoid my royal
responsibilities,

but responsibility
wasn't my problem.

It was me.

I thought I had to be perfect.

And spending the week with you,
trying new things,

made me realize
that I was wrong.

I've never been able
to be myself around anyone,

not like I have been with you.

- Me neither.

- Which is why I've decided
to come on board

as an official partner
with the Vagabond Playhouse.

- What?
- Actually,

Victoria and I have both decided
to come on board.

She apologized for what happened
the other day

and she'd like
to make it up to you.

- I don't even know what to say.

- How about yes?

As it turns out,
Wade is thinking about retiring

and we are going to need someone
to run things around there.

- It's funny
you should mention it

because I, uh...

I'm actually in the market
for a new job.

- Really? You don't say.

- To be honest, I...

I never thought
this day would actually come.

- And what day is that?

- My happily ever after.

(magical instrumental music)

(upbeat holiday music)

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