In New York City, Chance flies by helicopter to meet with a car, and drives to a hotel in the city. He makes his way past the paparazzi gathered outside, and his old friend Gerard meets him. As they go through the kitchen. Gerard provides Chance with a cover identity as a charity foundation member and takes him to the suite of the Princess of Wales, Victoria, Gerard's employee. He admits there's no one on Victoria's security detail that they can trust. At the suit, Chance presents his papers to the security details and goes to Victoria's room. Gerard makes introductions and informs them that when Victoria goes to a museum opening, assassins will intercept her motorcade and kill her while her security detail stands aside. Victoria explains they want her dead because she fell in love with another man, and her husband, Prince Walter refused to grant her a divorce. Instead, he turned to the crown's special envoy, and ordered him to remove Victoria as a potential embarrassment to the Royal Family. The queen is in transit and Templeton has kept her isolated. Victoria admits it's strange for her to fall in love with a man after a month, but Chance realizes she truly is in love and goes to work...Read the full recap
Christopher: Luckily, Gerard got wind of the plot while we still have time to do something about it.
Princess Victoria: Lucky? Is that the word you'd use?
Christopher: Well, we're lowering the bar today.
Guerrero: I lived in this city for eight years, dude. There's certain things you just just don't do here, like question a New Yorker when he's giving you directions. Don't use crosswalks. Don't eat pizza with a fork and a knife.
Princess Victoria: Be honest. How certain were you that would work?
Christopher: About 50/50.
Princess Victoria: Connor Dunham? Ex-IRA Enforcer? Sworn enemy of the crown?
Christopher: Gerard didn't know who to trust in his own security detail, so he went to an outside party.
Princess Victoria: An outside party?
Christopher: It kind of makes sense.
Princess Victoria: But the man put a bounty on my head!
Christopher: That's just a rumor.
Princess Victoria: It was on the front page of the Telegraph--100,000 pounds.
Guerrero: Hey, "Kill Zone," take a look at this.
Winston: That's clever. You know, how you take the last thing I said and turn it into my nickname or something? Yeah, that's clever.
Princess Victoria: So what exactly do they call this look?
Christopher: A technical term would be "bridge and tunnel."
Princess Victoria: It's not gonna work. You can still see my face.
Christopher: Um, trust me, no one's looking at your face.
Princess Victoria: I wasn't aware that fornicating in convenience store bathrooms was common practice.
Christopher: Welcome to New York.
Guerrero: It's not like I never had my shot with royalty.
Winston: A stripper wearing a tiara does not constitute royalty.