30th August 1997

Start with two blokes talking one of whom is trying to buy a white Fiat Uno. We then go back in time to Paris the morning of the 31st August 1997

This is time sequenced through out, there are fades to and from the original video clippings of the Princess and the Al Fayed's but No dialogue from them.

In various of the scenes Claude can be scene in the background or as a walk through.

Claude: Seller of the Uno

Pierre: Wanting the Uno

Etienne: Male French

Simone: Etienne�s wife, she is a paramedic and features in the tunnel at the end of the play

Brian Male of an English couple on holiday

Debra Female of an English couple on holiday

Francois He is French mid twenties, he works at the Paris Ritz as a type of waiter

Whitney Female lets have her as an American who lives in Paris trying to be an artist, works as a model and a dancer to earn extra money. She has a really strong if not too strong American accent.

Jake: An American reporter

Steve: An English reporter

Renee: An Egyptian reporter

Al: FBI Agent

Richard: (Tomlinson) a former British spy/ MI6 agent

Georges and Sabine (This couple need not be seen until at the mouth of the tunnel, unless needed for a fill in, in time.) tell French police that they saw a suspicious car coming out of the Alma tunnel on the night of the accident. "A white Fiat zigzagged as it came out of the tunnel, so much so that it almost hit us," says Georges. "The driver seemed to be perturbed by something in his rear-view mirror. He was transfixed by whatever he was looking at." The car had a big dog in the back, they claim. Based on their recollection of the number plate, they thought the Fiat was most likely from one of two suburbs west of Paris.

Set in a barn somewhere in Europe. Claude is cut wood. Immediately behind him is the outline of a car, a car which is covered by a tarpaulin

Thirty Seconds

Pierre enters the barn Claude continues to cut wood as he & Pierre converse.

Pierre: Ah! She said that you be here

Claude: Who did?

Pierre: You�re wife. Back at the farm!

Claude: I ain't got no wife!

Pierre: (Beat.) Oh well I�m here now.

Claude: So you are. So what do you want?

Pierre: Pardon.

Claude: Are you deaf or something! What you want to see me about?

Pierre: About the car.

Claude: What car?

Pierre: Well the Uno of course!

Claude: (Pause.) Believe me, you don�t want the Uno!

Pierre: I do! Well can I at least take a look at it?

Claude: (Beat.) Be my guest

Claude continues to cut wood as Pierre pulls the cover off the car and then looks around the car . Camera to emphasis that the car has damage to the rear

One Minute.

Pierre: So what really did happen Claude?

Saturday thirty th August, Eleven thirty outside a Paris caf� Etienne & Simone are sat at a table they have been served coffee and coisengne Brian & Debra are sat on an adjacent table being served a pot of tea for two.

Camera on Brian & Debra as the waitress places the tray with a pot of tea and two cups and saucers on it.

Twenty Seconds.

Brian: Thank you.

Debra: Thank you.

The waitress walks away. Debra pours the tea. Put emphasis on Brian�s wallet

Brian: So this is Paris.

Debra: Yes

Brian: Nosier than I thought

Debra: Is it?

Brian: Yes (Silence.) Tea isn�t the same neither! I wander what teabags they have used.

Debra: French I should imagine.

Brian: Rubbish! The French don�t make tea!

Debra: Neither do we! It�s grown in India!

Brian: Made in India! Honestly Simone what are you like! Made in India honestly! (Beat.) Anyway look at the size of the cups! Can�t even get my finger in the hole!

Debra: You�re supposed to hold the handle!

Brian: (Beat.) Suppose to hold the handle! I�ve never heard anything so daft!

Bring Etienne & Simone into shot.

Debra: I need to use the loo.

Brian: You don�t know where it is!

Debra: I�ll ask.

Brian: Ask!

Debra: Yes I�ll ask inside where the loo�s are.

Brian: Well you be careful you know what these foreign toilets are like!

Debra: No I don�t I haven�t been yet! But I will let you know!

Debra disappears inside the caf�.

Fifteen Seconds.

Brian: Hey I say are you here on holiday?

Etienne: (Beat.) No, no we live here.

Brian: That�s nice. You like it?

Etienne: (Half Laughing.) Oh yes.

Brian: (Pause.) I say I wonder if you could help me.

Etienne: Yes

Brian: You say you live here.

Debra: Yes

Brian: Yes I wonder if you could help me. Could you tell me where pig alley is?

Etienne: Pig alley!

Brian: Yes pig alley.

Etienne & Simone talk in French together.

Fifteen Seconds.

Etienne: (Half Laughing.) Ah Pigalle! Pigalle! Ah yes!

Brian: You know the red light area! (Beat.) You know where the prossies are!

Etienne: Ah prostitutes yes! Ladies of the night yes!

Brian: Yes ladies of the night! Yes you�ve got it! (Silence.) Well do you know where it is then?

Etienne: Oui! Oui!

Brian: Well where is it?

Etienne: It is near the Moulin Rouge.

Brian: And where�s the Merlin Rouge

Etienne points as he speaks.

Etienne: Keep on down here for about fifty metres then turn right. Say another twenty metre and you are in Pigalle. Brian: So it�s not far?

Etienne: No, no five minutes walk and you are there!

Brian: (Beat.) Good, good! (Beat.) So what�s this Merlin rouge like?

Etienne: Merlin rouge?

Brian: You know can can! Can can girls!

Etienne: Ah can can girls! I don�t know we have never been.

Brian: What you live in Paris and you have never been to the Merlin rouge! Well I never! (Pause.) We are here for ten days. We are touring Europe. We were in Rome yesterday.

Etienne: Ah yes, yes. So where are you from, London England?

Brian: No Chelmsford

Brian reached hand out to shake hands with Etienne

Etienne: I�m Etienne. This is my wife Simone.

Simone: Bonjour.

Brian: So there�s plenty for us to see in Paris?

Etienne: Oh yes there�s the Louvre.

Brian: Now what�s that?

Etienne: How do you say in English. Gallery de Art!

Brian: Art gallery!

Etienne: Yes, yes art gallery! Its very good! The Mona Lisa! The Venus de Milo!

Brian: Oh we are not into all that stuff. Well I�m not Debra is, and don�t I know it!

Simone: How do you say, it�s too commercial now! It�s for tourists yes! (Beat.) I see you�re Princess in Paris today.

Brian: Diana you mean or Fergie?

Etienne: Diana!

Brian: She isn�t a Princess! She abdicated didn�t she!

Simone: No she got divorced but she still has the title of Princess.

Brian: (Beat.) Strange. (Beat.) Do you know where she is staying?

Simone: I�ll see if it says in the paper.

Simone looks at her paper.

Ten Seconds

Simone: It doesn�t really say. Ah here it is, the Ritz.

Debra returns from the toilets.

Fifteen Seconds.

Brian: Ah the wife is coming back! Not a word about this pig alley ok!

Etienne: Ok, ok!

Simone: (Half laughing.) Ok.

Brian: Ah there you are! Find them alright love?

Debra: Yes of course.

Brian: What were they like? Just a hole in the ground and two handles to grab hold of!

Debra: No they were just the same as at home silly!

Simone: We were just saying that you�re Princess Diana is in Paris this evening.

Debra: Oh where?

Simone: The Ritz.

Brian: We will have to go and have a look.

Fade

Al: is the American

Richard: is the English

A hotel foyer Richard sits at a table reading a paper

Fifteen Seconds

Al comes out from the lift notice Richard and walks over to where he is sat.

Fifteen Seconds

Al: Hey Richard what you doing here? I haven�t seen you since, since

Richard: Baghdad

Al: No Cairo. So what brings you to Paris?

Richard: Holiday

Al: Oh yeah! You just happen to be here on holiday, just as the Princess of Wales is about to announce to the world that she�s pregnant! And pregnant to Mohamed Al Fayed son!

Richard: Well that�s news to me! As I said I�m here on holiday or as you say vacation! So anyway what brings you hereto Paris?

Al: I�m here with friends.

Richard: Friends yes I bet you are and I bet these friends all wear suits, sun glasses and a colt in their inside jacket pocket!

Al: You�re Princess is of no interest to the CIA.

Richard: No of course not! You�re just pissed because she didn�t take her loyalties across the pond. Well let�s face it any American with ambition marrying her is or should I say would be definitely President material!

Al: Good theory, but that�s all it is a theory. And before you even think it we do not see any Muslim anywhere in the world as a threat to the USA!

Richard: Now you said it not me!

Al: (Beat.) Hey have you seen who�s over there!

Richard: Over there!

Al: Where?

Richard: You�re slipping in you�re old age Al! There at reception!

Al: (Beat.) Why it�s

Thirteen Hrs: Dodi Al Fayed - son of Harrods boss Mohamed Al Fayed - and Princess Diana board a private jet at Olbia airport, Sardinia, to take them to Paris, where they plan to stay one night. Diana is due to return to London the next morning.

Two Minutes

It is after Thirteen.00hrs.

They are in an attic apartment which is very bohemian and very Parisian. Through the window only roof tops can be seen. The room its self is a mess with clothes struned across the floor. A large artists easel with a large canvass with an incomplete painting of Francois naked upon it which dominates the room. They are having sex Whitney is on top of Francois.

Francois: I�ll have to get up!

Whitney: (Half Laughing.) You are up!

Francois: No I mean it, I will have to get up.

Whitney: Oh honey I�m wanting more!

Francois: Yes I know you are but I have to get up, I have got to go to work

Whitney: What time is it?

Francois: Ten past one.

Whitney: Go in late! Better still phone in sick!

Francois: Can�t!

Whitney: Why not?

Francois: It�s a big day, we the Princess of Wales and the Al Fayed's are staying in the hotel.

Whitney: You mean Lady Di!

Francois: Yes Lady Diana.

Whitney: Gee wow! (Beat.) What time are you going to be home?

Whitney gets off from Francoisand lays on the bed allowing Francois to get out of bed and start to dress.

Ten Seconds.

Whitney: Honey I don�t suppose that I could come along and take a look at her could I?

Francois: Not a chance the Al Fayed's are bringing their own special security.

Whitney: (Pause.) Honey will you get to see her? In person I mean.

Francois: Well yes I suppose so.

Whitney: (Beat.) I could always come along to the Ritz honey and say that you�ve forgotten something! Then I could see her!

Francois: Not a chance! Not a chance, security will be the highest it�s ever been. (Pause.) So anyway what are you doing today?

Whitney: I�m posing at three, then I thought I�d go to the gym then I don�t know what.

Francois: You�re not working this evening?

Whitney: No, no not unless Renee phones.

Francois: (Beat.) We could do with the extra money!

Whitney: I know honey but

Francois: (Interruption.) But nothing! We have bills to be paid! We have to put food on the table!

Whitney: Yes I know honey. I could always phone home. We would have a cheque by this time next week!

Francois: No! No! You have said yourself that is giving in! That is not us standing on our own two feet!

Whitney: We have four feet honey!

Francois: It�s a figure of speech.

Whitney: I know! I know honey! I was joking!

Francois: You Americans and your sense of humour! Honestly!

Whitney gets out from the bed naked.

Fifteen Seconds.

Whitney: Do you think they have sex?

Francois: Do I think who has sex?

Whitney: Lady Di and this, what do they call him!

Francois: But of course! It is rumoured that she is pregnant!

Whitney: Really!

Francois: Why yes. (Beat.) You don�t have any classes today Whitney?

Whitney puts on a robe.

Whitney: No not today.

Francois: Tomorrow?

Whitney: I think so honey yes. I think so. I need to do some work on your painting. That will bring in more than a few Francs!

Francois: Who in their right mind is going to buy a painting of me naked?

Whitney: Why lots of people honey!

Francois: You should paint Nortre Dame, the Seine the Eiffel Tower and sell to the tourists! You�d make a fortune! We would be rich!

Whitney: Chocolate box stuff! Now that is really selling out honey!

Francois: I don�t know you have some very strange thoughts Whitney!

Whitney: Yes but that�s what you love about me honey! Well that and my butt!

Thirteen Hrs & Twenty minutes: Mr Al Fayed and the princess arrive at Le Bourget airfield, Paris, and are met by Henri Paul, deputy head of security at the Ritz Hotel. French paparazzi, tipped off by their Sardinian colleagues, also await the couple. Mr Al Fayed is stressed by their presence and tells their driver to lose them.

Two Minutes.

Jake: American reporter

Steve: English reporter

Renee: An French reporter

Thirteen Hrs and thirty one Minutes: Out side the Ritz Hotel the paparazzi are gathered awaiting the arrival of the Dodi Al Fayed and Lady Di

Twenty Seconds.

Jake: It�s turned half past!

Steve: Yes by a minute!

Jake: There not here yet.

Steve: Yes I�m well aware of that.

Jake: There must be something wrong. I knew, I just knew that I should have hired one of the scooter things that you�ve got Renee.

Renee: Now what is it that you were saying? Ah yes we drive like maniacs and to make matters worse they drive on the bloody wrong side of the road in Paris!

Jake: Forget about it, they will be here, there�s no doubt about it.

Steve: (Beat.) Not so many years ago I�d have had a room, no a suite in the Ritz! Agencies have been the ruination of the press! At one time this was a job to have, now they even about you�re expense account!

Renee: Expense account! I should be so lucky! If I don�t sell this month then next month I don�t work! As simple as!

Jake: It can�t be as bad as that surely!

Renee: It is!

Steve: Yes but when you get a sale you get what we get in six months salary!

Jake: Look something is happening!

Thirteen Hours and Thirty One Minutes:Two cars pull up with the Princess and Dodi The couple enter the Ritz.

Thirty Seconds

Brian Male of an English couple on holiday

Debra Female of an English couple on holiday

Whitney Female an American who lives in Paris trying to be an artist, works as a model and a dancer to earn extra money. She has a really strong if not too strong American accent.

Caf� scene Brian & Debra. Time?

Debra: Oh why don�t you come to the Louvre with me Debra?

Brian: Because I don�t like art!

Debra: The Mona Lisa is there!

Brian: So.

Debra: Honestly Brian! So what you going to do?

Brian: Well I don�t know. How long are you going to be?

Debra: A couple of hours at least I should think! So what are you going to do?

Brian: I�ll have a walk around and see the sights.

Debra: But you don�t know your way about.

Brian: I�ll ask people. They all speak English! No problem!

Debra: I�m not sure I think that you should come with me. You never know you might enjoy it!

Brian: Enjoy it! I don�t think so. (Beat.) What time do you make it now?

Debra: Four o�clock.

Brian: What if we meet back here at say six? That will give you plenty of time won�t it?

Debra: Well yes I suppose so.

Brian: (Beat.) Well it�s pointless you been sat here you�re wasting your time! I�ll just sit here and finish my coffee.

Debra: Well if you�re sure!

Brian: Yes I�m positive now go!

Fade to Debra is walking down a street in Pagalle which is full of sex shops and teaming with prostitutes

Thirty Seconds

Brian: Excuse me I wander if you could help me?

Whitney: Well I�ll try.

Brian: You�re American!

Whitney: Why yes I am.

Brian: An American in Paris!

Whitney: What!

Brian: It�s a film

Whitney: Is it?

Brian: Yes

Whitney: I�ve not heard of it!

Brian: Haven�t you?

Whitney: Why no.

Brian: No. Anyway I don�t suppose you know where pig alley is do you?

Whitney: (Half Laughing.) Pig alley! You mean Pagalle!

Brian: Yes, yes Pagalle or what ever they call it!

Whitney: Why you�re in it!

Brian: I am?

Whitney: Why yes.

Brian: (Beat.) (Nervously.) Well where are all the�em�.well prostitutes?

Whitney: Hookers you mean?

Brian: Not so loud please! Someone might hear you! (Beat.) Well where are they?

Whitney: They all around you! Why what are you after?

Brian: Pardon!

Whitney: You�re after sex so what do want? Blow job, fuck! So what do you want?

Brian: (Surprised.) You�re a prostitute!

Whitney: I�m a hooker yes!

Brian: But you�re an American!

Whitney: So do you want sex or not?

Brian: Yes of course!

Whitney: Well come on then.

Brian: Is it far?

Whitney: Not that far. Why are you in a rush or something?

Brian: Well no not really.

Debra: So what you grumbling? Come on!

Whitney: Alright! Alright!

Fade to bedroom scene with Brian & Debra at her apartment.

Brian: Thought you said it wasn�t far! We have walked miles!

Whitney: Well had to take you around the houses. Didn�t want you knowing where I live did I! Don�t want you knocking on my door in the middle of the night!

Brian: I go back to England the day after tomorrow! (Beat.) I�m going to sit down all those steps have nearly killed me!

Brian sits down.

Ten Seconds.

Whitney: Right then let�s get business sorted out first.

Brian: Business!

Whitney: Business. Yes money! What do you want straight sex or more?

Brian: Straight sex, you do the work. Don�t think I could manage anything else!

Whitney: Whatever! That will be fifty euros.

Brian: What that much?

Whitney: Yes! Leave if you want!

Brian: No fifty euros is fine, not coming all this way and leaving with nothing!

Brian reaches into his back pocket, takes out his wallet then take out fifty Euros. Gives Whitney the fifty Euros and places the wallet on the table at the side of where he his sat.

Fifteen Seconds.

Whitney: You want to freshen up.

Brian: No, no I�m fine.

Whitney: (Beat.) I meant you want to freshen up! Wash yourself! The bathroom is behind that curtain.

Brian: Oh wash myself of course yes, of course yes!

Brian goes to the bathroom. Whilst he is in there Whitney empties the contents of the wallet and puts them in her pocket, then replaces the wallet upon the table and then she removes her lower garments. This is voiced over by the below. Camera stays on Whitney. The times between them answering each other are intermittent. When Brian comes out of the bathroom Whitney is laid upon the bed.

Brian: You live here do you?

Whitney: Does it matter?

Brian: (Beat.) No but I was only asking!

Whitney: Then don�t!

Brian: (Silence.) Have you been in France long?

Whitney: A year or so.

Brian: Oh nice. (Silence.) What�s your name?

Whitney: Whitney

Brian: (Silence.) Is Whitney your real name?

Whitney: Yes why.

Brian: (Silence.) Oh I just wandered.

Whitney: (Silence.) Well it�s not as though my folks are going to walk around the corner!

Brian: (Silence.) No it�s not is it! (Silence.) How old are you Whitney?

Whitney: (Silence.) I prefer not to say. (Beat.) Are you ready yet?

Brian: (Silence.) Yes, yes I am.

Brian walks back into the room naked.

Fade to Debra looking around the Louvre

Thirty Seconds.

Fade back to Whitney�s bedroom, Brian & Whitney have just dressed having had sex.

Brian: Yes I enjoyed that!

Whitney: (Silence.) Good. (Beat.) Oh don�t you�re wallet.

Brian: Oh thank you Whitney. What time is it please?

Whitney: Five to six.

Brian: Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I�m supposed to meet Debra at six! How far is to where we met? I mean straight there and not going around the houses!

Whitney: I don�t know about five minutes walk I suppose.

Brian: Could you take me there! I�ll pay you!

Whitney: (Hesitantly.) I�m going that way anyway! There�s no need to pay me! (Beat.) Who�s Debra?

Brian: My wife!

Debra: Ah yes should have guessed! Come on let�s go.

Eighteen Hrs: Mr Al Fayed, accompanied by bodyguards, picks up a ring he has ordered from Repossi's jewellers just outside the Ritz.

Fade to street scene Debra & Whitney they are walking in silence when a car pulls up the side of them and then four men get out from the car and start to walk towards then into Repossi's jewellers.

One Minute Thirty Seconds in total.

Whitney: (Excited.) Did you see who that was? Did you see who that was?

Brian: Who? Who?

Whitney: The one who had the car door opened for him of course!

Brian: No who was it?

Whitney: Dodi! Dodi Princess Diana�s boyfriend! Oh my god! And he�s gone into a jewellers�! Oh my god! There going to get engaged! Oh my god! Oh! Oh we must stop and for wait until they come out! We must! We must! We simply just, just must!

Brian: No I have to get to Debra!

Whitney: Well I�m staying right here!

Brian: I have to get to Debra!

Whitney: Look straight down here until you the Moulin Rouge then turn left! You can�t miss it.

Fade to Brian & Debra meeting up. Brian is dashing down the street Debra is sat outside the caf� that they were at previously.

Twenty Seconds.

Brian: I�m not late am I?

Debra: Well only by five minutes.

Brian: Well that�s not bad is it?

Debra: No I suppose not. Shall we eat here?

Brian: Yes, yes why not!

Debra: Glad to hear it I have already ordered. Ah here comes the waiter now.

The waiter arrives at the table and places the plates upon the table.

Fifteen Seconds.

Debra: Well pay the man Brian, after all I did order!

Brian reaches into his pocket. takes his wallet from his pocket and opens it.

Brian: I�ve been robbed! I�ve been robbed!

Fade to the Foyer of the Ritz Francois & Monsieur Fredrick stand talking, in the background Richard the former British spy/ MI5 agent is sat having a drink.

Monsieur Fredrick: As I said earlier and I�m sure that you will hear again and again, anyone that you don�t recognize you either come to me or to one of the security staff immediately. And I mean immediately

Sebastian: Yes but it is a hotel people come and go all the time! We can�t be expected to recognize who is a guest and who is not!

Monsieur Fredrick: That�s what you�re here for!

Francois: No we are here to serve drinks and be go-for�s!

At that moment Monsieur Fredrick is called for by the reception. (This could be Monsieur Fredrick is approached by another person or by the means of a Public address system announcement).

Monsieur Fredrick: I shall talk to you two later!

Monsieur Fredrick leaves.

Francois: God who does he think that he is!

Sebastian: Our boss that�s who!

Francois: There�s one thing for sure, we are not going to see the VIP�s out here.

Sebastian: You reckon not?

Francois: No they will be kept well out of site! Nothing no more sure than that. Do you know I�m surprised the Brit�s don�t have there own security people here, after all it is their Princess!

Sebastian: (Mockingly.) What like James Bond!

Francois: Yes, could be in this very room this very minutes!

Sebastian: What you really think so?

Francois�s mobile phone rings.

Fade to Whitney in a bar the all the worst for wear with drink. Phoning Francois but there is no answer, the phone goes to voice mail. Angrily she puts her phone in her pocket and has a quick gulp of her drink.

Twenty Seconds.

Fade back to the hotel foyer.

Sebastian: You know you shouldn�t have them at work.

Francois: I know!

Sebastian: You could at least have turned it off!

Francois: Then it would pointless bring it to work wouldn�t it!

Francois takes his phone from his pocket and looks at it.

Francois: Its Monsieur Fredrick, I best go and see what she wants.

Sebastian: You can�t just walk out when you want!

Francois: I�m not I�m going to phone her back.

Sebastian: You�re not going to that here surely!

Francois: No I�m going to phone her around the back of course!

Francois walks through the hotel to back exit and walks out on to the empty street. He pauses before lighting up a cigarette and then takes his mobile phone and calls Whitney.

Thirty Seconds.

Fade to the bar with Whitney, she is sat at the bar her phone rings. She picks up her phone from the bar and answers it.

Thirty Seconds

From here down Sebastian needs changing to francois.

Whitney: Hello.

Sebastian: You called.

Whitney: I�ve seen him! I�ve seen him!

Sebastian: Seen who?

Whitney: Dodi! I�ve seen Dodi!

Sebastian: Have you?

Whitney: Yes I�ve seen him!

Sebastian: Are you drunk?

Whitney: No I�m not!

Sebastian: You are you�re in a bar! I can hear the music, I can here voices!

Whitney: Well you�re the fucking drunken one if you�re hearing fucking voices!

Sebastian: You know what I mean Whitney!

Bar tender: Hey cut the language lady!

Whitney: Ah yeah you cut it smuck!

Sebastian: You�re drunk! You had no money when I left. So where have you got the money from?

Whitney: How many more times do I have to say it I�m not fucking drunk!

Fade to Sebastian at the back door of the Ritz. A car pulls up next to Sebastian, behind in the doorway to the hotel there is movement Sebastian turns and looks

Twenty Seconds.

Fade back to the bar

Bar tender: Now I have told you lady! OUT!

Whitney: Ah give us a break will ya!

Bar tender: I�ll give you a break if you don�t get out!

Whitney: I�m an American!

Bar tender: So what!

Sebastian: It�s her it�s her! (Pause.) It�s Princess Diana!

Twenty One Hundred Hours: The princess and Mr Al Fayed go back to his apartment just off the Champs Elys�es. They take the back exit to escape the paparazzi.

Fade to the front of the Ritz the photographer scene

Jake: I recognize him.

Steve: Who?

Jake: Him in the grey jacket.

Steve: He�ll be a reporter.

Jake: No, he�s no reporter. He�s got to much about him.

Steve: How do you mean got to much about him.

Jake: He has look at how he carries himself. Look at his eyes there every where at once He�s like a sponge. He�s taking in every single thing!

Steve: He�ll be apart of Al Fayed�s security.

Jake: No, no he�s not. I know what Henri Paul, Kez Wingfield and Trever Rees-Jones look like and he�s not one of them.

Steve: You�re a bit clued up aren�t you!

Jake: Aren�t you?

The white Fiat Uno drives past.

Ten Seconds

Jake: Doesn�t look like there coming out this end do it?

Steve: Always the optimist aren�t you!

Jake: They have to eat!

Steve: Well they could eat inside. It is the Ritz!

Jake: I know, I know but it�s not their style!

Steve: If you�re that bothered take a walk and take a look at the back door.

Jake: Then if I do that they�ll come out the front door! That�s sod�s law! I knew I should have hired a moped!

Renee arrives

Steve: Where have you been? Do you know where they are?

Renee: I have been all over the place haven�t seen or heard of them, they must be still in their. (Beat.) So they haven�t com out this way?

Jake: No that�s why we are still stood here!

Renee: Oh yes of course, of course.

Jake: I recognize him now!

Steve: Who?

Jake: Him in the grey jacket! Kuwait city he was there before any of us were there.

Steve: He�ll be a reporter, I told you!

Jake: No, he�s no reporter. He�s military I�m telling you.

Steve: Who�s military?

Jake: Ours!

Steve: Ours, been American?

Jake: (Beat.) Yes, he was a Lieutenant with our Special Forces!

Twenty One Hundred Hours and Five Minutes: Mr Paul leaves the Ritz, telling his colleagues to call him if the couple return to the hotel.

Mr. Paul mini drives past.

Renee: Look! Look! The mini! The mini, that�s Mister Paul�s. That means that they have gone already!

Jake: Can I come you?

Renee: Yes why not! Come on!

Fade to scene with Brian and Debra at the same caf� as previously.

Debra: I trusted you! I want to have a walk about you said! I said that you should Have come to the Louvre! But you! Oh no!

Brian: Can�t you leave it alone for god�s sake woman!

Debra: Leave it alone! Leave it alone, I�ll give you alone! It�s a dam good job that I brought my purse with me! Otherwise where would we be!

Brian: Up the creek with out a paddle! Yes, yes I know you have said so, time and time and time again!

Debra: And I�ll keep on saying it again and again! You need hitting with a paddle do!

Brian: (Beat.) Nice meal though wasn�t it Debra?

Debra: Yes it was.

Brian: (Beat.) And the wine! Nice yes?

Debra: Lovely yes. (Silence.) You see what I don�t understand is�.

Brian: (Interruption.) Here we go again!

Debra: How do you know that you haven�t left it somewhere? Where have you been?

Brian: I haven�t been anywhere!

Debra: Think Brian, think!

Brian: What are you trying to say here Debra?

Debra: Well the way I see it is this is when it has to be when you have been still or you have put you have put your wallet down gone somewhere and then come back. Or, or you have taken it yourself!

Brian: Now come on Debra do you honestly think that I would stoop so low Debra!

Debra: (Beat.) No, no I don�t Brian! I don�t. So come on tell me where you have been.

Brian: That�s just it I don�t know! I just don�t know Brian!

Debra: It�s a good job we cancelled your cards! At least they won�t be able to use them. Come on drink you�re drink and we shall retrace your steps even if it takes us until midnight.

The white Fiat Uno drives past.

Fade to the Foyer of the Ritz Re-read the below at the moment it looking like a comedy!

Monsieur Fredrick: Action stations, action stations! They are on their way back here right now! This minute!

Sebastian: Who are?

Francois: Yes who are?

Monsieur Fredrick: Well Mr. Al Fayed and the Princess of course! Why who else is there?

Sebastian: Well I don� know, that�s why I asked!

Francois: We didn�t know who you meant!

Monsieur Fredrick: Have you seen anyone that you don�t recognize?

Sebastian: You really want to calm down, who knows what could happen!

Francois: You need to go on anther course of tablets.

Monsieur Fredrick: Enough! Enough! The couple will be arriving back here within minutes. They are dining in the Restaurant. I want you two in the Vendome bar at least until the couple have left the hotel.

Francois: But�

Monsieur Fredrick: No buts!

Richard approaches Francois, Sebastian & Monsieur Fredrick.

Richard: (Interruption.) Excuse me could you tell me where the bar is?

Monsieur Fredrick: These two are going there now, they will take you Sir.

Francois, Sebastian & Richard start walking off together towards the Vendome bar.

Francois: Are you here for business or pleasure sir?

Richard: Both.

Sebastian: (Silence.) You�re first time in Paris sir?

Richard: No.

Francois: Have you been sight seeing?

Richard: No.

They walk the into Vendome bar. Kez Wingfield and Trever Rees-Jones are sat at the bar. Richard sits at a table away from the bar but within ear shot of the two at the bar.

Twenty Seconds.

Twenty One Hundred Hours and Thirty Minutes: Mr Al Fayed's plans to take the princess for a romantic dinner are ruined as the couple are followed by paparazzi. Mr Al Fayed decides they should return to the Ritz. They are followed by some thirty photographers.

Fade to photographers the thirty photographers chasing the Mercedes through Paris. Emphasis on Jake & Renee. Twenty One Hundred Hours and Fifty Five Minutes: Security at the Ritz call Mr Paul and tell him the couple have returned. Inside the Ritz Kez Wingfield, Trevor Rees-Jones are sat at the bar, Francois & Francoisare working behind the bar. Richard sits alone but well within ear shot. From the bar the passage way from the rear entrance to the bar is clearly visit.

Ten Seconds.

Kez Wingfield: They are back!

Trevor Rees-Jones: Are they? That was quick! Should we go through?

Kez Wingfield: No not yet, I best ring Mr. Paul and what is happening. (Beat.) Garcon! Phone please!

Francois: Certainly Sir.

Francois gets the telephone and gives it to Kez Wingfield.

Fifteen Seconds.

Francois: Dial nine to ring out Sir.

Kez Wingfielddials then waits for an answer.

Fifteen Seconds.

Kez Wingfield: They are back! What shall we do?

Mr. Paul: Do nothing, they have hounded by the paparazzi. Let them eat in peace in the restaurant. I�m on way back now. I�ll have words with the paparazzi on my return.

Twenty Two Hundred Hours: The couple enter the hotel restaurant to dine, but leave after Ten minutes. Princess Diana is reportedly visibly upset over the stress of the day. The couple dine in the Imperial Suite instead.

Twenty Two Hundred Hours and One Minute: Mr Paul arrives back at the Ritz in his Austin Cooper. He then joins bodyguards Kez Wingfield and Trever Rees-Jones in the Vendome bar at the Ritz. The three make small talk whilst they wait for Princess Diana and Mr Al Fayed to finish their meal in the Imperial Suite. Mr Paul consumes two Ricard, an aniseed-flavoured pastis.

Fade to the Verdome bar as Mr. Paul enters.

Kez Wingfield: What�s happening?

Mr. Paul: I thought that you would be telling me!

Trevor Rees-Jones: You did say that we should stay in here!

Kez Wingfield: Yes you did.

Mr. Paul: (Beat.) They are in the Imperial. Drink bartender.

Kez Wingfield: What would you like Sir?

Mr. Paul: Richard�s please. (Beat.) I�ll go and see what is happening.

Fade out as Mr. Paul leaves the bar then fade back as he returns.

Mr. Paul: Is this my drink?

Francois: Yes Sir.

Mr. Paul takes a large drink from the glass.

Ten Seconds.

Trevor Rees-Jones: So what�s happening?

Mr. Paul: Do you have anything to eat?

Francois: We only have aniseed-flavoured pasties. The restaurant is still open Sir!

Mr. Paul: I know the restaurant is still open I have just come from there. The pasties will be fine

Trevor Rees-Jones: So what is happening?

Mr. Paul: They have gone up to the Imperial Suite to dine. (Beat.) The Princess is not feeling well.

Kez Wingfield: Oh why not?

Mr. Paul: Pressure of the day I should think.

Trevor Rees-Jones: The paparazzi?

Mr. Paul: Yes. Another Richard�s please.

Francois: Yes Sir

Mr. Paul: I really must speak with them!

Francois: (Beat.) You�re pasty Sir!

Fade to Photographer scene outside the Ritz. Jake and Renee arrive back.

Steve: How did it go? Did you find them?

Jake: Oh we found them alright!

Steve: Get any good shots?

Jake: Ah you try taking shots from the back of a moped!

Renee: You�re not supposed to take shots from the back of a moped! It is just there to get you from a too b as quickly as possible!

Steve: So where are they now?

Renee: Back in there!

Steve: So it was a pointless journey!

Jake: You could say so yes!

Steve: Do I take it from that you won�t be jumping on the back of a moped again in a hurry?

Jake: Not me, no!

Renee: How can you say that?

Jake: Simple! Just open my mouth and the words come out!

Twenty Three Hundred Hours: Mr Paul is seen speaking to paparazzi outside the hotel. According to photographers, he is acting bizarrely and overly jovial, telling the press that the couple will soon depart.

Steve: I think that there is something happening!

Renee: What? Where?

Jake: There�s a crowd in the side the doorway!

Mr. Paul walks out from the Ritz claps his hands and then addresses the assemble paparazzi. (Paparazzi indicates a member of in the crowd.)

Mr. Paul. (Loud Voice.) Gentlemen! Gentlemen! Gentlemen you�re attention please gentlemen!! (Beat.) The couple will be leaving the Ritz shortly.

Paparazzi: Where are they heading to Mr. Paul?

Mr. Paul: I can�t say that

Paparazzi: Is that can�t or won�t Mr. Paul.

Mr. Paul: (Half Laughing.) You don�t honestly think that I�m going to answering that one do you! It has been a long day for the couple and it would be appreciated if you kept you�re distance from the couple!

Paparazzi: Mr. Paul! Mr. Paul! Will the couple stop for us to some shots when they come out?

Mr. Paul. All that I am willing to say is that the couple will be leaving the Ritz shortly. Thank you and good night gentlemen!

Twenty Three Hundred Hours and Thirty Seven Minutes: Mr Paul speaks with Mr Al Fayed and Princess Diana in the Imperial Suite. The couple are going to return to Mr Al Fayed's apartment off of the Champs Elys�es. Mr Paul exits and tells bodyguards Mr Wingfield and Mr Rees-Jones that a decoy plan has been hatched to escape the paparazzi. The two cars the couple had been using that day, a Mercedes and a Range Rover, are to leave from the front of the hotel with the bodyguards. Princess Diana and Mr Al Fayed will leave from the back in an unmarked car, driven by Mr Paul. Mr Wingfield and Mr Rees-Jones express concern that under this plan there is no protection for the couple. Mr Al Fayed agrees to allow one bodyguard to travel with him and the Princess.

Fade to Vendome bar. Mr. Paul, walks in, and sits with Kez Wingfield & Trevor Rees-Jones at the bar. At this point Richard is there.

Kez Wingfield: Would you like a drink Mr. Paul?

Mr. Paul: No better not, but thanks anyway. Anyway I have a plan, I have spoken to the paparazzi and I think that I have thrown them off the cent

Trevor Rees-Jones: Come on let�s hear it Henri!

Mr. Paul: It�s quite simple really, if you take the two cars that the couple have been using all day, the Mercs and the Range Rover. They are to leave from the front of the hotel. The Princess Diana and Mr. Al Fayed will leave from the back in an unmarked mercs, driven by me.

Kez Wingfield: Not bad in theory Henri, but that�s leaving the couple unprotected!

Mr. Paul: True

Trevor Rees-Jones: He�s right!

Mr. Paul: Yes I know. (Pause.) I�ll give Mr. Al Fayed a call and see what he thinks.

Mr. Paul phones on his mobile phone.

Kez Wingfield: Strange isn�t it the hassle the paparazzi cause!

Trevor Rees-Jones: Yes but at the end of the day they are only doing their job.

Kez Wingfield: Well it is certainly a job that I would do.

Trevor Rees-Jones: Nobody is asking you to!

Kez Wingfield: Yes I agree but surely there is no need for them to be so intrusive!

Trevor Rees-Jones: (Beat.) What time does the bar close?

Francois: When the last person leaves!

Kez Wingfield: That�s good to know

Mr. Paul: I have spoken with Mister Al Fayed and he is agreement that they should be protected, so will travel with us Trevor.

Trevor Rees-Jones: Where is that we are going Henri?

Mr. Paul: Place de la Concorde. But we are going the scenic route via the Alma tunnel.

Scene with Whitney drunk in another bar

Whitney: No I haven�t had enough to drink! Now buy me another drink!

Stranger: No I won�t you�ve had enough!

Whitney: I�ll buy my own!

Stranger: You do that!

Whitney: I will! (Beat.) Garcon! Garcon!

The waiter comes to the table.

Ten seconds.

Waiter: Yes Madame.

Whitney: Wine! Red wine! Bottle of please.

Whitney takes her mans wallet out of her handbag, opens the wallet looks in it, then closes the wallet and puts in back in her handbag. (Her handbag is more of a large shoulder bag.

Fifteen Seconds.

Whitney: Are you married or got a girlfriend or anything?

Stranger: Why?

Whitney: Well have you?

Stranger: No I�m single. Why?

Whitney: Oh nothing. (Silence.) How much money have you got on you?

Stranger: Why?

Whitney: Is that all you can say is why! Look a conversation is a two way thing and when the first party answers the second party with a question that doesn�t make it easy work for the second party in the conversation does it? (Beat.) (Harshly.) Well does it!

Stranger: Well, well no!

Whitney: So tell me how much have you got on you?

Stranger takes out his wallet from his back pocket and opens his wallet.

Fifteen Seconds.

Stranger: Seventy!

Whitney: (Harshly.) Give me fifty!

Stranger: No! Why?

Whitney: There you go with why again! (Beat.) Give me fifty and we�ll go out back and I�ll give you a good time!

Stranger: You mean sex?

Whitney: Yes sex! Now give me fifty! You know that you want too!

Stranger: And if I don�t want too?

Whitney: You know that you do now come on give me!

The waiter returns with Whitney�s glass of wine.

Whitney: Pay him.

Stranger: But�.

Whitney: (Interruption.) Pay him! You won�t regret it honestly!

Stranger takes out his wallet and pays the waiter.

Fade to scene with Brain & Debra

Brian: This is ridiculous we have been everywhere! Can�t we stop somewhere?

Debra: For a drink you mean?

Brian: Well yes!

Debra: There will be nowhere open.

Brian: No where open! We are in the city that never sleeps!

Debra: I think that you�ll find that�s New York Brian!

Brian: Is it?

Debra: Yes of course it is!

Brian: Are you sure it is?

Debra: Yes of course I am. Everyone knows that!

Brian: Well I didn�t!

The white Fiat Uno drives past.

Twenty Seconds

Brian: Just to sit down for five minutes to rest my feet and have a surely that�s not too much to ask is it? Look there�s a bar over there!

Debra: And do you have any money on you! No you don�t! You had it stolen, didn�t you!

Brian: Oh please don�t start all that off again!

Debra: You started it off! I want to go for a walk you said! Well now we are walking!

Brian: Yes but we have walked for hours!

Debra: So what!

Fade to Whitney been sick near the Alma tunnel

Thirty Seconds.

Fade back to Debra & Whitney.

Debra: There is something about Paris at night, don�t you think?

Brian: Not really we are walking with some kind of motorway at the side of us! Breath in the car fumes why don�t you!

Debra: (Beat.) Paris is the city for lovers! Oh and don�t think that you�ll be getting any loving tonight when we get back to the hotel!

Brian: (Muttering.) Thank God for small mercies!

Debra: I heard that Brian!

Brian: (Silence.) You do realize that it is now tomorrow don�t you? Oh where is the hotel! How much further?

Thirty First August Nineteen Ninety Seven

Debra: We shall ask someone.

Brian: Who? There�s no one about!

Debra: There will be!

Nineteen Minutes Past Midnight: The car now ready, Mr Rees-Jones escorts Princess Diana to the waiting Mercedes. She sits on the rear passenger side. Mr Al Fayed joins her on the rear driver's side. Paparazzi take photos of the couple as they enter the car. They depart abruptly, heading toward Place de la Concorde.

Two Minutes.

Fade to Whitney finishing being sick and starts walking towards Brian & Debra.

Twenty Seconds.

Brian: Do you know where we are?

Debra: No I haven�t got a clue

Brian: Lets ask her.

Debra: She looks drunk!

Brian: So!

Twenty past Midnight: Mr. Paul and the couple chat as they wait for their car to be driven to the rear of the Ritz.

One Minute.

Debra: Excuse me, excuse me. Do you speak English?

Whitney: Why yes!

Debra: Ah you�re American!

Whitney: (Beat.) Why yes I am!

Brian: It�s her! It�s her!

Debra: It�s her! What are you on about Brian?

Brian: It�s you! Isn�t it?

Debra: Who is she? How do you know herBrian?

Brian: My wallet! Where is it? You thief!

Whitney: I�m not a thief!

Brian: You stole my wallet! Money! Credit cards! Everything!

Debra: (Beat.) How do you know that it was her Brian?

Whitney: (Beat.) Yes how do you know it was me!

Brian: Ha! You�ve admitted it!

Whitney: The hell! I�ve admitted nothing!

Brian: You know that it�s you!

Debra: Look, will someone tell what�s going on!

Whitney is sick.

Thirty Seconds.

Debra: She�s ill!

Brian: She�s drunk! And drunk on my money!

Fade to the white Fiat Uno driving through Paris.

One Minute

The crowd of Paparazzi are still outside the Ritz.

Steve: You�d think they would and just let us in and get our shots wouldn�t you! Game over then isn�t it?

Renee: Doesn�t quite work like that the rule have changed since

Steve: (Interruption.) Since what? Since she became Charles�s girlfriend, you have hounded her since day one!

Renee: ME! Hounded her!

Steve: The British press is what I mean!

Jake: Put yourself in the public eye and your game! It�s as simple as that! If you don�t like it find another job!

Renee: (Beat.) It�s all this waiting about that I can�t stand.

Steve: All apart of it! All apart of it!

Two Paparazzi are seen running from a road adjacent to the Ritz, shouting to the crowd of Paparazzi that the couple had just left by the hotels rear entrance.

Thirty Seconds

Renee: Here we go again! At bloody last!

Jake: Missed them again!

Renee: I�m on my way! You�re quite welcome to hop on the moped!

Jake: No chance not after last time!

Fade to the white Fiat Uno approaching the tunnel

Thirty Seconds

Fade to the Mercedes approaching the tunnel.

Thirty Seconds

Four Minutes Thirty Seconds

FIFTY NINE MINUTES THIRTY SECONDS

Fade to Brian, Debra, & Whitney above the mouth tunnel Whitney is still been sick

Debra: I still don�t understand what makes you think that this young lady stole you�re wallet!

Whitney: (Beat.) I have never seen this man before lady! Honestly lady I haven�t! (Beat.) I think I�m going to throw up again! Now please let me throw up in peace!

Whitney is sick again. As Whitney is throwing up a wallet falls from her shoulder bag.

Twenty Seconds.

Debra: What�s that?

Debra moves closer to where Whitney is being sick.

Debra: It looks like a man�s wallet! (Beat.) It is a man�s wallet! (Beat.) In fact it looks like your wallet Brian!

Whitney: (Sharply.) Its mine! Its mine! Leave it! Its mine ok!

Debra: (Beat.) Brian!

Brian: What?

Debra: Is this your wallet or not? Come here and take a look!

Debra & Whitney simultaneously reach for the wallet.

Ten Seconds.

Whitney: Get off! Get off its mine for heavens sake!

Debra: You�re a thief! A thief!

Whitney: I�m no thief!

Debra: You are! You are!

Whitney: Are you nuts lady! I�m a hooker for Christ�s sake!

Debra: A hooker!

Whitney: Yes a prostitute or what ever you call for an excuse of a country!

Debra: A prostitute!

Whitney: Yes a prostitute! Your husband was one of my John�s!

Debra: John�s?

Whitney: Yes! John�s! Punter! Customer! Client!

Fade to the white Fiat Uno approaching the tunnel closer than previously.

Thirty Seconds

Fade to the Mercedes approaching the tunnel closer than previously.

Thirty Seconds

Twenty Four Minutes Past Midnight

Fade back to Brian, Debra & Whitney

Whitney: I lifted his wallet whilst we was washing himself ok!

Debra: (Beat.) Washing himself?

Whitney: (Beat.) Washing his dick before we had sex!

Debra: (Beat.) Brian is this true!

Then the crash it the tunnel is heard.

Twenty Five Minutes Past Midnight the car crashes

Three Minutes

ONE HOUR TWO MINUTES AND THIRTY SECONDS

00: Twenty five: The Mercedes crashes into the BrianWhitneyth pillar of the Alma tunnel, killing Mr Paul and Mr Al Fayed. Mr Rees-Jones and the princess are seriously injured. Photographer Romuald Rat arrives within seconds - he is the first on the scene.

00: Twenty six: First call to the authorities. Emergency doctor Fr�d�ric Mailliez is driving by when he sees the crashed Mercedes. He is the first doctor on the scene and calls for help.

00: twenty eight � 00: Thirty: First two police officers arrive. They have difficulty cordoning off the accident from gathering paparazzi.

00 Thirty two: Fire engine and ambulance arrive. Eight paparazzi are arrested at the accident scene and taken in for questioning.

One twenty five: After nearly an hour, Princess Diana's ambulance leaves for hospital. She has already suffered a heart attack.

One Thirty: Mr Al Fayed is pronounced dead.

One fifty five: Princess Diana's ambulance stops for five minutes to inject adrenaline into her body. She has suffered a second heart attack.

Two Naught six: The ambulance arrives at Piti�-Salp�tri�re Hospital. Doctors note that she has torn her pulmonary vein, a rare condition that begs little chance of survival. She receives open heart massage for nearly two hours.