Secret Society of Second-Born Royals

You know the fairy tale about the princess

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.

Things got even tougher when, at age 5, 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.

But in a few weeks, Eleanor, the rightful heir,

will turn 18, and she'll become the Queen of Illyria.

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.

We're almost there.

Good, 'cause this gear is not light.

Tell me about it.

Hey, are you sure you wanna do this?

- Last chance to turn back. - Of course I'm sure.

You sound like my mom.

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.

Hello, Illyria.

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!

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

- Do you hear that? - What?

We gotta go. You get the gear. I'll distract the cops.

Hey, hey, hey! Get back here!

88-14 clear.

- Leave us. - Your Majesty.

Hey, Mom.

Again, Samantha?

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.

Good morning, young royals.

Summer break is almost here, but not quite yet. Get to class.

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.

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.

Level 4 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 5? - We call him Inmate 34.

All this for one guy? Who is he?

Don't know. I'm not sure I want to.

That was good. Still think we can do better.

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.

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...

- Bramblebone! Tonight. - 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... 2 days ago.

Uh...

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.

Samantha!

Why aren't you ready? We're gonna be late.

Late for what?

Thank you, Illyrian foreign press.

Thank you so much for coming.

Hey. You look wonderful.

Thank you for coming.

I apologize for being late.

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.

4 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.

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?

I can't believe this. Must be a new rule.

How was I supposed to know that they card now?

Come on. I have an idea.

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.

- It's so good! - I love this song!

What's wrong?

I'm fine.

Are you okay?

I need to make it stop.

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 2 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?

That you were gonna be my best friend.

Although, the hot-wiring thing was-- It's pretty sick.

I'm here for you, Sam. Everything's gonna be okay.

You're gonna be fine.

- This sucks. - I'm sorry.

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.

You knew? And you let me spend the night in jail?

Actions have consequences.

It's a miracle the only casualty was the band's sound system,

which is coming out of your allowance.

- 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?

I know.