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[man narrating] You know the fairy tale about the princess
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waiting for some brave prince to come and save her?
Yeah, this is not that kind of a story.
Meet Samantha.
She's the second-born daughter of the royal family of Illyria,
the smallest country in Europe.
See? That one right there.
Sam, here, has never been a typical princess.
Unlike her older sister, Eleanor,
who always seemed perfectly regal in every way,
Sam wasn't.
[Eleanor screams]
[man] Things got even tougher when, at age five, she found out her father, the king,
had died in a plane crash with his brother.
After that, Sam's mom took over the throne and the job of running the country.
[chattering]
[man] But in a few weeks, Eleanor, the rightful heir,
will turn 18, and she'll become the Queen of Illyria.
[shutters clicking]
[applause]
[man] As for Sam, she's just never fit into this royal world.
She's like so many second-borns just searching for her place.
You see, Sam's destined for great things.
She just doesn't know it yet.
That's where I come in.
But... we'll get there soon enough.
[Sam] We're almost there.
Good, 'cause this gear is not light.
[Sam] Tell me about it.
Hey, are you sure you wanna do this?
-Last chance to turn back. -[Sam] Of course I'm sure.
[chuckles] You sound like my mom.
[boy] Come on.
Do you know how many people would kill to be royalty? I would.
You so do not mean that.
You can do whatever you want with your life.
You can just be yourself.
My entire future is planned out for me.
Second-borns are supposed to host cocktail parties
and cut ribbons and smile silently in the background.
It's not me.
I wanna do something that matters.
Makes sense to me.
[speaker feedback]
-Hello, Illyria. -[crowd cheering]
We are here because we want change.
Down with the monarchy.
Give us freedom.
We demand a voice. A choice.
If you agree with us, make some noise. Hit it!
[playing "The Pressure"]
♪ Na na na na na na ♪
♪ We are the pressure ♪
♪ Na na na na na na ♪
♪ To change it forever ♪
♪ Go on and say what you want And what you need ♪
♪ Oh, yeah It's time that everybody speak ♪
♪ You don't need eyes To see what we see ♪
♪ A better way than this hierarchy ♪
♪ Na na na na na na ♪
♪ We are the pressure ♪
♪ Na na na na na na ♪
♪ To change it forever ♪
-[music stops] -[sirens blaring]
-Do you hear that? -What?
We gotta go. You get the gear. I'll distract the cops.
[policeman] Hey, hey, hey! Get back here!
[blaring continues]
[grunts, groans]
[gasps]
[sighs]
[bell tolling]
[policewoman on radio] 88-14 clear.
-Leave us. -Your Majesty.
Hey, Mom.
Again, Samantha?
[Sam] You're in here planning Eleanor's coronation,
but out there people are unhappy.
No, some people, about 30 of them. It's a flash mob, not a majority.
-The rest are content. -Really?
Hate it or not, you are a princess,
and if you could just stop rebelling against that,
you might realize that it's actually a pretty cool opportunity.
Whatever. I gotta go to school.
Don't forget to wash your face.
I'm 15. I don't need to be told--
Thanks.
[school bell rings]
[male announcer on PA] Good morning, young royals.
Summer break is almost here, but not quite yet. Get to class.
[locker beeps]
So, Gwenyth124 asked me why I was spending my summer vacation in Haiti.
And it's because I saw this video of these adorable, unfortunate orphans.
They were caught in a mudslide, and I just knew that I had to do something, you know?
I got to go. Love. Bye.
[cell phone chimes]
It wasn't a mudslide.
It was a 7.0 earthquake followed by a Category 4 hurricane.
Yes, a hurricane that caused a mudslide.
And, besides, I don't think it really matters why the Haitians are suffering.
The point is that I'm there to do something about it.
-Which is what exactly? -Oh, I'm building an orphanage.
Will you be carrying bricks, pouring concrete?
I'm a princess. I'm bringing awareness.
To Haiti, or to yourself?
Listen, this is more than you've ever done for anyone.
You just walk around hating on the monarchy and embarrassing your family.
Your sister must be so ashamed to be related to you.
That's why I have 106 million friends, and you have none.
[guard 1] Level four is the worst of the worst.
The most notorious criminals in the world.
Inmates ordinary prisons aren't equipped to handle.
-What's on level five? -We call him Inmate 34.
[guard 2] All this for one guy? Who is he?
Don't know. I'm not sure I want to.
[controls beep]
[device beeps, buzzing]
[rock music playing]
[boy] That was good. Still think we can do better.
[Sam] Well, now that it's summer, we've got way more time to practice.
No more school. No more Roxana, Princess von Selfie.
Oh, it's so cool she's going to Haiti.
Unfollow. [sighs]
[Sam] Thank you.
Look, the point is, we have our first paid gig coming up,
and for us to be ready, we need to focus.
Oh, I am focused. It is going to be the highlight of my summer.
Not necessarily.
To celebrate your release from Strathmore School for the Incredibly Entitled
and mine from Illyria Public, I got us tickets to...
[tambourine jingling]
-Bramblebone! Tonight. [chuckles] -I'm not worthy.
-Your dad's gonna let you go? -Well, he's working all night.
Luckily, coronations keep a groundskeeper very busy.
I will see you there.
Oh, and you might want to brush your teeth.
I can smell the garlic naan you had for lunch.
That was... two days ago.
Uh...
[exhales, sniffs]
Did you know that every snowflake is unique...
each with its imperfections and flaws?
That's what makes them so special.
You're my snowflake, Sam.
[Catherine] Samantha!
Why aren't you ready? We're gonna be late.
Late for what?
[applause]
[Eleanor] Thank you, Illyrian foreign press.
Thank you so much for coming.
Hey. You look wonderful.
Thank you for coming.
[Catherine] I apologize for being late.
[Eleanor] It's not your fault.
You know, the Queen does have the authority
to imprison someone for tardiness.
Well, you're not the queen yet.
Four weeks.
I can hardly wait.
And if being in a dungeon means I don't have to wear this dress, then--
A photo of Your Majesties?
-Thank you. -[cell phone chimes]
I gotta go.
I have a huge headache and a massive history final tomorrow.
Your Highness,
Duke Heresford.
Straight home. Study and sleep.
Thank you.
Have a good prom.
-Boo! -Finally. I thought you ghosted me.
It's Bramblebone. Nothing in the world could stop me.
IDs?
[Mike sighs] I can't believe this. Must be a new rule.
How was I supposed to know that they card now?
[sighs]
[keypad beeping]
-[door unlocks] -Come on. I have an idea.
-[keypad beeping] -[door unlocks]
Wha-- How did you do that?
I saw the guy enter the code.
Right. Yeah, that totally makes sense.
You could see those tiny numbers from super far away.
Which brings me back to, how did you do that?
I don't know. It's weird.
Let's go. They're playing a new song.
[playing "Kickin' In"]
-[Mike] It's so good! -[Sam] I love this song!
What's wrong?
[Sam] I'm fine.
-[insect buzzing] -[wings beating]
[glass clinking]
[fingers tapping]
[distorted noise]
Are you okay?
I need to make it stop.
-[alarm blaring] -[chattering]
[sighs] What was that? We've been Bramble-banned for life.
I don't know.
It was like I was hearing every single sound in the club all at once.
Even the wings on a fly.
It sounds crazy.
Well, not coming from the girl
who can make out the numbers on a keypad from across the street
and smell what I had for lunch two days ago.
Maybe I have a brain tumor.
You don't have a brain tumor, Sam.
You know what I thought when I first saw you ten years ago?
Why is she hot-wiring my dad's tractor?
[chuckles]
That you were gonna be my best friend.
Although, the hot-wiring thing was-- It's pretty sick.
[chuckles]
I'm here for you, Sam. Everything's gonna be okay.
You're gonna be fine.
-This sucks. -[Sam] I'm sorry.
-[alarm blares] -[door unlocks]
Hey... Dad!
You missed your history final.
Professor Blake will let me make it up.
No one will know anything about what happened last night,
especially not my... mom.
[sighs]
[Sam] You knew? And you let me spend the night in jail?
[Catherine] Actions have consequences.
It's a miracle the only casualty was the band's sound system,
which is coming out of your allowance.
-[Sam] Of course. -I spoke to Professor Blake.
He'll let you make up the final by attending summer school.
-No way! -Very much "way."
You'll live on campus. No distractions.
Am I clear?
Good. Go pack.
-School starts... -Tomorrow?
[Sam on phone] I know.
[Mike on phone] Guess I can't complain about being grounded for the weekend.
So much for our first gig.
I will find a way to escape.
-[knocks] -Oh. I gotta go.
The person of the year just walked into my room.
[Mike] Okay, bye.
-I came to say goodbye. -You mean good riddance?
The next time we see each other--
You'll be Queen. Like you've always wanted.
I wish you could be happy for me.
[Sam] I want to.
But I don't understand how any of this can make you happy.
Always being on display.
Being told exactly how to be.
We're royals.
That's our job.
I know it makes sense to you.
It just never has for me.
Maybe someday it will.
[cell phone rings, beeps]
[Inmate 34] Hello?
I'm free.
The apple was a very clever idea.
Stick to the plan.
Phase one begins tomorrow.
[cell phone beeps]
[man on PA] Summer school students, please report to room 203.
Hi, there.
Uh, hi, there.
Heard you the first time.
Oh, I wasn't sure.
I'm January. I'm Palace School back in Luxembourg.
Just here for the extra credit. You must be Sam.
Our royal families go way back.
My dad was friends with your uncle. I heard Strathmore is the best.
It sucks.
You'll love it.
Uh, thanks, I guess.
-So... -Look, June--
-January. -[Sam] Whatever.
You seem like a perfectly typical princess who's genuinely excited to be here.
I just figured since we were the only two people in the class...
[clears throat]
Oh, hi. I didn't notice you.
-I'm January, this is-- -Sam.
I'm Matteo.
Nice to meet you--
[boy 2] What's up, breakfast club?
So, this is Strathmore? My fourth school in three months.
Bad news, you're stuck here.
Good news, you're stuck here with me.
How exactly is that "good news"?
'Cause I bring the party, Joan of Dark.
Drop dead, Fresh Prince.
[chuckling] It's all right. She'll come around. I tend to grow on people.
-Like fungus? -Yeah.
[Roxana sighs] It's so good to see you guys.
All 108 million of you.
Thank you, Evil Kitten, and no, I'm not looking forward to summer school either.
But I am a survivor.
Just like Beyoncé. [chuckles]
Right, gotta run. Loves.
I can't believe this is happening.
Fourteen days of unexcused absence.
I mean, I Skyped in every day from Coachella.
[sighs]
I didn't know you could be sent to summer school for having no fashion sense.
-Go mute yourself. -Ouch.
[January] Hi, Roxana. I'm a really big fan.
I'm January, and I can't wait to get to know all of you better.
Well, I'll give you the CliffsNotes.
She's the most annoying person in school,
and Prince Tuma over here, is a total jerk.
He dated my BFF, and all he cares about is himself.
And all you care about is what filter you use.
I've always been no filter, and everyone knows that.
Where's the rest of the class? There can't only be four of us.
-Five. -[man] Good morning, class.
My name's Mr. Morrow, but you can call me James.
[James narrating] Yup, this is me. Your loyal royal narrator.
[chuckles] I bet you were wondering when I'd show up.
Little bit about me.
I have a boyfriend named Henry, an iguana named Jeff,
and a severe gluten allergy.
Seriously, give me a bagel and I'm as good as dead.
We are going to have fun this summer.
Oh, God. We got the "cool teacher."
Thank you. No one's ever called me cool before.
This ain't my first rodeo. You guys are in good hands.
He definitely wasn't the cool teacher. [chuckles]
Quick question for you. Why do you think you're here?
Oh, well, I threw a party.
That doesn't sound bad.
In the chem lab, burned down half the school.
-It wasn't my fault. -[James] Incorrect.
Prince Matteo, same question.
[Matteo] Um...
My parents got a letter from school.
My social skills are a bit lacking.
The principal thought a smaller class might help.
Also, incorrect. Princess Samantha.
It's Sam,
and I'm pretty sure anything I say is gonna be wrong.
Now, that is correct.
The reasons all of you were sent to "summer school"
were cover-up stories to get you all here without arousing suspicion.
Oh! [chuckles]
I get it.
I'm on a reality TV show.
Are you the host?
Oh, no. Gosh. That's the dream, though.
But, alas, I'm a prince.
A second-born royal, just like you guys.
Our siblings are the heirs, we the spares.
Powerless.
Without purpose...
or so everyone thinks.
[chuckling] Dude, you're a hologram.
They had one of Celine Dion performing at my cousin's knighting ceremony.
Maybe it's a twin brother?
[James] Okay, here's the deal.
There's a special gene exclusive to second-borns of royal bloodlines.
A gene that gives some of us extraordinary abilities
that manifest at your age.
You guys have superpowers.
Your abilities are unique to you alone.
That is why you're here,
to harness your untapped potential,
which you will use as members of the Secret Society of Second-Born Royals.
It's a mouthful, we know.
So... [sighs] we're superheroes?
[James] That's correct.
There is one catch, though.
Nobody, even your family, can know we exist.
I've had that superpower for years.
Dude, so sad.
Now, to protect our secrecy,
I'm going to have to take all of your phones.
I'm so sorry to confiscate your phones
for the immediate and not so temporary future.
When you say, "the immediate and not so temporary future,"
you don't mean, like, the whole summer, right?
The pain you're experiencing right now will only make you stronger.
So, James, are you the head of the Society?
[James] Not exactly.
I am.
Mom?
Welcome to the Secret Society training program.
For thousands of years, second-borns like you and myself
have protected our kingdoms from threats, assassins and international criminals.
We work in secret.
Our rewards? Lives saved. Order restored.
The next six weeks will be challenging.
You may doubt you have what it takes,
but whatever obstacles you face, nothing is impossible.
Those of you who make the cut will join the Society.
Those who don't will return to your kingdoms.
You'll be stripped of your powers,
and your memories will be modified to erase any recollection of this training.
I wish you the best of luck.
[Sam] You lied to me.
I withheld the truth. There's a difference.
Did Dad know? Does El?
No, and she'll never know. That's how we protect those we love.
How?
You long to be more than a princess, this meaningless title you were born with.
This is your chance.
Go join the others and make me proud.
[sighs]
-[James] What did you tell her? -[Catherine] What she needed to hear.
Any news on the prison break?
He had help.
Every Society operative around the world is out searching. We'll find him.
[banging]
[cell phone ringing]
[cell phone beeps]
Do you have something for me?
[distorted voice on phone] Not yet, but I'm working on it.
Meanwhile, keep strengthening your telekinesis. It's been a long time.
I rotted in that cell Catherine put me in for ten years...
waiting to escape while the world forgot I existed.
Now I'm going to take everything from her.
Ten years.
[grunts]
[James] Welcome, trainees.
Now you're probably all wondering, "What are my powers?"
I'm wondering that myself, but we will get to that.
First, however, a little Secret Society tradition for new trainees.
You're gonna like it. Actually, you might not like it.
What's up?
Does that involve push-ups? I have a doctor's note for that.
[chuckling] All right. Yeah, you're definitely not gonna like it.
[tablet beeps]
[January] No way. This is amazing!
Super basic. All you gotta do is get from here to there.
First person who gets the pyramid wins the prize.
That's it? [chuckles] Piece of cake.
[groaning]
Lesson one, expect the unexpected.
Well, what are you waiting for, a royal invitation? Let's go.
FYI, the lasers hurt.
[grunts]
Whoop.
-[January] I'm going to beat you. -[Roxana] You wish.
[James] Ah, you kids are really athletic.
[grunts]
[screams, grunts]
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