The Royals (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 5 - The Spirit That I Have Seen - full transcript

Previously on The Royals...

The only way to survive any
of this... is to choose love.

I'd like you
to deliver this to Alistair Lacey.

- I've decided I'd like to see him.
- Yes, Ma'am.

I expect I can trust you
as I always have, Lucius.

Of course. Implicitly.

What are you doing here,
Samantha?

Just finishing
what we started, baby.

It's nothing personal,
Captain Lacey.

Please tell Henry the same.

And did you do as I asked?



The message was delivered
and received.

Despite our best efforts
to eradicate your cancer,

it seems we're losing the war.

We need to remove a testicle.

Your Majesty, let me help you.

It looks to me like everything's
working just fine.

And you must be
our Deputy Prime Minister.

Don't get too comfortable.

These are shark-infested waters

and those fake tits won't
keep you afloat for long.

It was you, wasn't it?

I didn't kill
the King of England, Ted...

but we both know you did.

♪ Say it like you mean it



♪ Bones becomes dust

♪ Gold turns to rust

♪ Say it like you mean it

♪ Mmmm

♪ Underneath a spotlight

♪ And all the splintered wood

It's okay, I'll wait.

♪ Nothing here is shining

I'm only the King of England.

♪ Shining like it should

♪ Mmmm

♪ I'd rather watch my kingdom fall

Your Majesty?

Walk away.
I'll do it myself.

♪ I want it all or not at all

A breakfast fit for a king.

What is it?

- For me?
- Don't get over-excited.

It's a going away present.
You're being dismissed.

- Did I do something wrong?
- Your job. Too well.

Enter!

Congratulations.
You're rehired.

From now on, you'll be known
as Lady of the Privy Chamber.

I want you to be devoted to
my well-being full-time.

And since you'll no longer
be wearing a uniform,

I thought a new wardrobe
was in order.

You really didn't need
to do any of this.

I just like taking care of you.

I wanted to.

Go on. Open them.

Your Majesty, I am very sorry,

but I was unable to deliver it.

Captain Lacey's house
was deserted.

His car is gone
and his neighbors said

there's been no sign
of him for months.

And his mobile?

Disconnected. I am sorry.

You did tell him
not to contact you

following the paternity scandal.

Perhaps he's just doing
as he was instructed.

Perhaps?

When I went to see
Captain Lacey,

after your television interview,

he was angry with you, ma'am.

For using Henry's identity
to conceal the truth.

Why didn't you tell me that before?

The King had just been stabbed.

You were in the midst of
a paternity scandal.

I really didn't want
to burden you.

Very well.
Thank you, Lucius.

Your Majesty.

The former future King is trying
to track me down. What's your excuse?

Ex-boyfriend.
Jealous of the new girlfriend.

Careful, blondie,
I could get jealous.

Nah. no, it's my agent.
He's got a gig for me in Milan,

but he is pissed
that I've gone rogue.

Yeah, well, one night with me
tends to have that effect on people.

♪ For the last time

♪ Breathe in for
the last time

Okay, well, I should probably call my
agent and just deal with this.

Is this the part where you take off
for Milan and leave me high and dry?

Depends how much money
they're offering.

Oh, really?

Perhaps I should remind you...

just how much your time
with me is worth.

♪ Breathe out for the last time

Well, I guess I don't have to
call him right this second.

Damn right you don't.

♪ Buried in a waterfall

Everything okay?

I've just heard back from
Thames House.

I'm sorry, but I've got nothing
on that symbol from your necklace.

MI5, MI6, Scotland Yard,
no one knows anything.

You don't remember anything
else from that night?

What about Ted? Did the symbol
mean anything to him?

He said
he'd never seen it before.

Good morning, Your Majesty.

You look dreadful.

I've just got back from
the memorial.

I was sorry to see King Simon's
tribute so senselessly destroyed.

For once, you and I agree.
What do we know?

It was Cyrus.

Apparently, he was drunk when he
returned to the palace last night

and his vehicle was damaged.

We didn't know why, until Scotland Yard
called about the memorial.

The King is out of control.

For once, you and I agree.

I suppose we have
you and your team to thank

for keeping it
out of the papers?

Scotland Yard got the usual
call to make it go away,

- but this time it wasn't us.
- If not us, then whom?

We're looking into it.

Like you're still looking
into my husband's murder?

I carry that with me every day.

For what it's worth, I'm sorry.

Well, perhaps you can
regain my confidence.

I need your help
finding someone.

Who?

Captain Alistair Lacey.

Do you know who he is?

I know he's
a very old friend of yours.

How did you know that?

I knew because the King knew.

But your private affairs
are none of my business.

I asked Lucius
to deliver a letter to him,

but he claims Captain Lacey
has disappeared.

I think he's lying.

Lucius has been your
trusted ally for 25 years.

Exactly. And I can tell
when he's hiding something.

I want you to find out what.

Hair of the dog?

You asked for this meeting.
What is it you want?

A gift. A one-time courtesy
to celebrate our new relationship.

A headline on
immigration reform?

Color me unimpressed.

It's not what the headline says
so much as what it doesn't.

"King Destroys Memorial In
Drunken Rage," for instance.

When my people told me,
I called in a few favors.

It helped mitigate the fallout.

Witnesses were paid off
and as we speak,

there is a rumor circulating that will
ultimately blame the anti-monarchists.

I think the words you're
looking for are, "Thank you."

Is that it?
Is that your gift?

Well, I hope
you've kept the receipt

because I don't need
your help mitigating shit.

Furthermore, you don't do me
favors. I do you favors.

You're only in line
to be Prime Minister

because you happened to be
standing next to the guy who died.

I could say
the same about you, my King.

If you don't sign the act
confirming me as Prime Minister,

you're looking at
a constitutional crisis.

And as for not caring what
the people think...

you might want to check
page five.

You know what they say about
guys with big chins.

No balls.

What do you want from me?

Your Majesty...

- What is it?
- It's the Queen, Sir.

She's been asking
about Alistair.

She wants me to find him.

And?

- I've taken care of it.
- Good.

Because only one of us in this room
has sovereign immunity.

- Psst!
- You're late.

You sure we're good
to talk down here?

I've looped the cameras in this zone.
Where were you?

I couldn't find the door.

Six steps took me past it.

I think you're forgetting
how long my legs are, baby.

What are you doing, Samantha?
This wasn't part of the plan.

You don't leave me much choice.

First, radio silence and now I show up
to find out you've made zero progress?

You owe me the explanation,
not the other way round.

Lots of shit happened
that I had no control over.

I went silent after the King was
attacked. Everyone was a suspect.

Including me. I've only just
begun to earn their trust back.

Exactly why
you shouldn't have come.

Some of our best work's
been done on the fly, baby.

Not this time.

Make whatever excuse you have to make
and say goodbye to the Princess.

This is my plan. My con.

I'm the one in control here,
not you.

Let me guess. He offered you a pile
of money and you have to go to Milan.

He did offer me
a pile of money...

That's good.

But I turned him down.

Screw Milan. I would so much
rather be here with you.

Ooh, thank you.

To a perfectly lazy brunch.

If by lazy you mean the motorcade
we took to get here,

the security sweep before we stepped
foot in the restaurant

and the paparazzi circling
like vultures outside,

- then, sure, lazy brunch it is.
- Lazy.

Yeah.

Mm.

So, your silver fox...
What's his deal?

He's making me guess his story.

All I know is that
he's a former cop

who recently joined
Royal Protection.

- Any thoughts?
- My guess...

He went undercover with the mob,
deep cover, like, seven years.

Lines became blurred.

Eventually, he had to decide
whose side he was really on.

Donnie Brasco. And no.

Never fear. I'll suss you out
eventually, Mr. Fox. I will.

So what happened to
the last bodyguard?

Did you banish him
from the kingdom?

I wish.

A long story.

I've still got half a glass.
Bring it.

We kind of had a thing.
It was messed up. He was messed up.

And, then, like all great romances,
he slept with my mum.

- Wow!
- Yeah. Not cool.

But you were really into him?

Yeah, you know, I love
slumming it with the help.

Okay.

He was a good shag.
That was it.

Okay. Whatever you say.

Hey, it was nothing.

He was nothing.

He's certainly no you.

Thanks to your little stunt,

the entire country is now
debating your lesbianism.

More like mastur-debating.

I didn't know
anyone was watching.

Oh, please, Eleanor. You know damn well
someone is always watching.

Thanks to this photo, you're now the
poster child for the LGBTQ movement.

What the hell does the Q
stand for, anyway?

Questioning, darling.

Well, let's be frank,
we've all spent time in Q.

Darling, don't tell me you
haven't tasted the rainbow

once or twice in your life.

Mm? Oh, please.

What do you have to say
for yourself?

I wasn't trying to make
some big statement, Mother.

I've finally found someone
that I really like.

"Choose love," remember?
Those were your words.

- I was high.
- Ha! Mother Of The Year.

Pot, kettle...

And don't you dare
turn this back on me.

Being a Royal comes with the
responsibility of the public spotlight.

We can't just go about
doing anything we please.

Someone should tell that
to Cyrus.

Oh? What has our dear uncle
done now?

- Destroyed Dad's memorial. While drunk.
- What?

I certainly don't
condone Cyrus's actions.

Well, he's always
been jealous of Simon.

I suppose the memorial
antagonized him.

Oh, of course. It's my fault.

Well, if the kettle fits...

I'm helping the Queen
on a personal matter

and, as such, I won't be attending
this afternoon's Investiture.

I am, therefore, relying on
you two to take the lead.

All security clearances and backgrounds
should be checked and double-checked.

- Yes, sir.
- Things have progressed rather quickly

with Princess Eleanor's
new friend.

I think it's time
we vet her more thoroughly.

Actually, I took the liberty of running
the usual drill with Royal Protection.

- She checked out.
- The Princess is my detail.

Old habits. I appreciate
the initiative, Mr. Frost,

but from now on, Mr. Hill handles all
matters relating to the Princess.

Make sure he gets
a copy of the report.

Understood.

My timing is impeccable.

Oh, blast. I was hoping to surprise
you with my finished look. Zip me.

All of the gifts,
the promotion...

It's the nicest thing
anyone's ever done for me.

You're wonderful. Truly.

Tell that to page five.

It's just a silly cartoon.

I'm sure they do this sort
of thing all the time.

Why should this one bother
you any more than any other?

Now shoo! I want to surprise
you with my next look.

Clearly you have
a thing for maids.

Oh, shut up.

She makes a good point.

Why should this one bother
you more than any other?

Do you have any idea what it was like
growing up in your shadow?

Being reminded at every turn that you're
nothing more than genetic back-up?

Not my fault.

You're wrong.

Dead wrong. Pun intended.

You were my big brother.

You could've looked out for me.
Stepped aside from time to time.

Let me see some of the sun.

You could've helped me,
but you never did.

You couldn't be helped.

Instead of commanding respect...

you manipulate, you lie,
you threaten.

You could never step out of my shadow
because you don't deserve the sun.

You're not a King...
and you never will be, brother.

Lucius?

Lucius!

That cartoonist.

The one who poked fun at me in today's
paper. Invite him to the ceremony.

I think it's time the press
got to know the real me.

How very gracious of you, sir.

I will get in touch with him
straight away.

You want to see a King?

I'll show you one, brother.

I'll show you all.

Really? You drove here?

You try walking across the palace
grounds once you've lost a plum.

Now, that's a greeting.

- Is that our doe-eyed maid?
- Not maid.

Lady of the Privy Chamber.

What is it with this family
and the help?

My father was greatly
inspired by your work, Mr. Cabral.

Your father was one of
the good ones. Truly.

Mr. Cabral, may I introduce
Ambassador Jean?

- Excuse me, Your Highness.
- Pleasure.

Alright, I'll see you later.

So, are you here
for the dessert or the booze?

Both.

My family's trust
funds Oscar's charity.

When he sought
political asylum here,

my grandfather sponsored him
for citizenship.

He's incredibly inspiring,
isn't he?

He is. And inspiration seems to be
a rare commodity these days.

Your Majesty,
may I present Mr. Levi Drew?

The editorial cartoonist
of the Independent Times.

Mr. Drew,
so kind of you to join us.

I must say, I was a bit
surprised to get the invite.

Nonsense. I thought
your cartoon was rather funny.

So important not to take
oneself too seriously.

Plus, I've always said
my chin is my best feature.

How's our Deputy Prime Minister?

- Still clawing your way to the middle?
- Congratulations.

There seems to be a sudden change
in support for your Succession Bill.

Strange, that.

Maybe our Members of Parliament
know a good idea when they hear one.

Maybe. Or maybe you've been
currying favor with the MPs.

Which would be a vast overstep of your
very limited powers as Dowager Queen.

Queen Consort.

Perhaps a lesson in
royal lineage for you.

Let me be clear.

The monarchy has no place
meddling in Parliament.

So, whatever it is
that you're doing, stop!

F-M-L.

Who's your friend, Eleanor?

Today, we honor the
incomparable Oscar Cabral.

A man who inspired a nation.

Not only with his voice,

but through the subversive
power of his art.

A political activist who helped bring
peace to a war-torn nation.

An artist who suffered the horrors
of being a political prisoner,

then painted his way to freedom.

It's all so... nice.

That's one approach.

My approach is
somewhat different.

Unlike my predecessors

and unlike
the leaders of this country,

I'm done pandering to
the ignorant herd.

This country used to be great,

but that was when
the monarchy was great.

It's time someone put the
balls back on this throne.

Back on this country.

Stand up, please, sir.

You can't arrest me
for drawing a cartoon.

I have a right to my opinion.

If you want free speech,
go to America.

Great work, Cabral.

Careful what you paint.

You certainly showed them.

I certainly did.

The thing is, you can make
all the speeches you want

and destroy every last effigy.

It doesn't alter the fact that you will
never be able to step out of my shadow.

Not truly.

Eventually,
the people will forget you.

They always forget
the nice kings.

Nice is boring.

But the people will
remember my name forever.

They don't have to like me,
but they will fear me.

So go back to wherever
you came from.

It's my turn to be King.

My time.

You're different
than I expected.

Excuse me?

Well, they've always chalked you up to
be nothing more than the Playboy Prince.

The fun one. But I was watching you
during your uncle's speech.

You care. You were just as disgusted
with Cyrus's behavior as anyone.

Okay.

What I'm trying to say is we may have
more in common than I realized.

Maybe we can help each other.

I saw you going toe-to-toe
with my mother earlier.

While I respect anybody
that's willing to go up against her,

I'm done being a pawn in
other people's games.

It hasn't really been
working out for me.

No games. I just want to talk.

Oh, shit.

Is that wool?

Definitely gonna stain.

Will you excuse me?

You're welcome.

Thank you?

You clearly didn't want
to be in that conversation.

It was the best I could come
up with on short notice.

You're right. You want
to get out of here?

Absolutely. Where to?

I know a place.

At first glance, it seems your
primary interests are baked goods,

binge drinking,
philanthropy and polo.

Seriously though, how is
it you came to play polo?

Female players aren't
exactly a dime a dozen.

Especially not
ones as good as you.

My father is a polo player.

Or at least he was one
until he met my mother.

At the time, she was engaged
to some Lord or another.

An appropriate choice.

So, when she broke off
the engagement,

because she fell in love with
a low-born Argentine ten-goaler,

it was quite the scandal.

My grandfather,
a Viscount, furious.

He all but disowned my mother.

I grew up on a farm in Argentina

where my father trained
and sold polo horses.

So what happened?

My grandfather's health began to fade
and he had a change of heart.

Decided he wanted to know
his only grandchild.

Your mother chose love.

She gave it all up
for the one she wanted.

She did.

It wasn't always easy but,
in the end, it all worked out.

My mother did the opposite.

She chose wealth and power.

I'm afraid the consequences of
that choice are still playing out.

I found this on a table
at Captain Lacey's house.

It's a burn mark
from a shell casing.

The type you get when a firearm
has been discharged nearby.

A gun was fired
in Alistair's cottage?

Yes. And yet there was no
obvious sign of a struggle.

Something happened
at Alistair's cottage

and someone's gone to a great deal
of trouble to cover it up.

You wanted to see me,
Your Majesty?

Join me for a glass of whiskey?

I would be honored, ma'am.

Thank you.

The strangest thing happened
at the ceremony today.

I saw Alistair in the crowd.

- That's not possible.
- Why?

I looked everywhere
for Captain Lacey.

If he made it onto the palace
grounds, I would know.

But that's not why you're so certain
I couldn't have seen him today, is it?

How many times have you lied for
me over the years, Lucius?

A hundred? A thousand?

Do you really think I don't
know what it looks like?

Now tell me the truth.

I can't.

You can.

What was done... was done
to protect the monarchy. To protect you.

What was done, Lucius?
What did you do?

- He's gone, Your Majesty.
- Gone?

Gone where? Gone why?

You tell me what you did,
goddammit!

He's dead.

It had to be done.

Once you lied about Henry,

about Alistair's identity,
he was a loose-end.

A liability.

I couldn't stand by and watch him
ruin everything you've sacrificed.

Everything that we have
worked for.

You must understand, Helena.

Take him away.

Everything I've done,
I've done out of love for you.

Alistair's not the only one
I'll never see again.

Now, walk... away.

So this is your drinking spot.

I like it.

I used to come here
when I was a kid.

Usually, when
I didn't want to be found.

Not to drink.

I'm sorry again about today.
My uncle was way out of line.

My father was right.

We're a bunch of zoo animals.

We don't deserve the monarchy.

Sometimes I wish I could
just walk away from it all.

Get out.

Let them have it.

You're a tragic figure,
Liam. You know that?

I get wanting to walk away.

But you're as in
as anyone ever has been

and I think you always will be.

Like it or not,
you have an opportunity.

To inspire us.

To remind us to be great.

Because, if not
the monarchy, then who?

Corporations?

Celebrity?

So... maybe the answer
isn't walking away.

Maybe you should try
and change it from the inside.

Enter if you must.

If it isn't
my favorite grandmother.

Well, I have a 50/50 chance.
Here.

- What is this?
- An early birthday present.

Well, I have to go to Monte Carlo,
so I'm going to miss your party.

- Oh, okay.
- Mm-hm.

Oh, my God!

You and diamonds, like gin and tonic,
are destined for each other.

- You are the best. Thank you, Grandma.
- Yes, I...

- Darling, watch the hair.
- Oh, yes. Sorry.

So, now, listen.

I love a grand entrance
more than anyone,

but it's obvious to me

that you were just using that girl
to get under your mother's skin.

But you have a responsibility
to the public.

If you're going to take a stance,
do it for the right reasons.

What happens now?

Now we wait for
the police to arrive.

I don't suppose I'll ever
be coming back here.

I think that's
fairly safe to assume.

Hm.

My life was never in here.
It was always out there.

Everything that mattered to me,

everything that was important...

happened on
the other side of that door.

It's a Webley Mark IV revolver.

My grandfather used it
in the Great War.

They don't make them
like this anymore.

No, they don't.

That's not unlike you and I.

There aren't too many people out there
willing to make the hard decisions.

Decisions no one else will make.

I've given everything I have
to the monarchy.

I lived to serve them.

To serve my Queen.

Now I have
nothing more to live for.

Tell her I loved her.

If you truly love her...
there is another way.

You'll never get her back.
I know you understand that.

But there is one final thing
you can do for your Queen.

Anything.

Our nation suffered a great
blow when Simon died.

And, with no killer brought to justice,
the wound refuses to heal.

Our country needs closure.

Her children need closure.

Most of all...

she needs this.

Is there no other way?

You're already a murderer, Lucius.

Think of it as one final act
of grace for her.

I stabbed him.

Once in the stomach
and once in the chest.

I'm gonna need you
to repeat that.

I killed the King of England.

So it was Lucius, then.
Ted Pryce confirmed.

That he killed Simon?

He didn't.

Then why confess?

Out of some deranged sense
of loyalty, I suppose.

And as broken as that is,
we're going to let him.

Because he may not have
killed Simon...

but he did kill Alistair.

My god.

How? Why?

Because of the lies we told.

Because of the lies I told.

Now I've got to look
my children in the eyes

and tell them their father's
murder has been solved.

More lies.

Look, if this is about
the Investiture...

It isn't.

I wanted you to hear this from me
before you hear it later on the news.

- Hear what?
- Your father's killer has been found.

It was Lucius.

He was furious with Simon for wanting
to abolish the monarchy.

He's confessed.
He's in custody.

I know this comes as
a great shock...

but perhaps now we can all begin to
put this dark episode behind us...

and begin to heal.

Are we sure it's true?
It was Lucius?

Yes.

All this...

- yet you still feel nothing.
- For God's sake!

Why don't you leave me alone?

What is it you want?

To warn you.

Maybe your sins can be covered
up in this lifetime...

but, eventually,
we all pay for our sins.

"Confined to fast in fires,

Till the foul crimes done
in our days of nature

Are burnt and purged away".

♪ Say it like you mean it

♪ Bones become dust

♪ Gold turns to rust

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

♪ Say it like you mean it

Just thinking about my dad.

I think he would've been
really proud of you today.

I thought you were brave.

He would have been glad I've finally
found someone I really like.

♪ Nothing here is shining

Less proud I used them
to piss off my mom.

Truth is, I wasn't
being very brave at all.

So that's what that was about?

♪ I'd rather watch
my kingdom fall

Sorry.

♪ I want it all
Or not at all

My mother makes me crazy.

Yeah.

♪ I'd rather watch
my kingdom fall

Did you really mean
what you said?

You've finally found someone
you really like?

♪ I want it all or not at all

Good.

Because the truth is,

I haven't felt this way about someone
in a really long time.

♪ Tell me that it's true

So, now...

Tell me the truth.

Am I the best you've ever had?

Even better than that bodyguard?

I don't want to talk about him.

That was something else.

♪ I'd rather watch
my kingdom fall

You have an
opportunity to inspire us.

To remind us to be great.

Maybe the answer
isn't walking away.

Maybe you should try and
change it from the inside.

♪ I want it all or not at all

Why the hell are you still here?

How far do these tunnels go?

Do you have any idea of
the shitstorm you're causing?

The Internet is blowing up
about the Princess's new girlfriend.

I've been working hard to shore up your
identity. You are gonna blow this con.

You're worried
the Princess will find out

the real reason you came to the palace.

I saw the way you looked
at her at the ceremony.

Whatever I had with her,
it was all part of the con.

Bullshit.
You fell in love with her.

And you know how I know?
Because you had her in your pocket

and you didn't follow through.

But don't worry, she's not
in love with you anymore.

It was a nice touch by the
way, sleeping with her mom.

Classy.

She told you about that?

Oh, she told "Mandy" everything.

Including the fact
that she can't stand you.

So I suggest you tamp those
feelings deep, deep down and let her go.

We're moving up the plan.

The Prince and Princess's
birthday party

is the perfect opportunity
to steal the Koh-i-Noor.

So pack your bags, baby,
because we're stealing that diamond

and we're getting the hell
out of here together.

♪ Or not at all

♪ I'd rather watch
my kingdom fall

♪ I want it all or not at all ♪