Original subtitles

So, how is everything going over there?

A little mad, if I'm honest.

Well, this morning, he came with a poem he'd written for me.

Like him, it was very sweet.

But slightly misjudged.

Completely over the top.

He even had it engraved on a silver plaque.

Yes. Everything rhymed.

"Love" and "dove," I think.

Right.

There may have even been "ocean" and "potion."

Oh dear.

He's been in LA dealing with the breakup of his engagement,

where things have got really unpleasant.

I know. It's been all over the news.

Well, she's suing him, apparently.

And the press are on our tails constantly, which means one can never relax.

But despite all that, he's never anything other than adorable to me.

Making sure everything's perfect. Taking care of me.

And I can see how intoxicating that must be,

but is this really taking care of yourself in the way we've been discussing?

We've been working on weaning you from your addiction to drama.

Hi, baba.

I know.

- How is our special guest? - She seems happy.

Sunbathing on deck.

Good.

Now you just have to close her and put a ring on her finger.

Give me a chance. It's still early days.

Then let me spell out what is at stake.

If you were to marry this girl,

overnight you would become a giant. A colossus.

You will have money and power beyond your wildest dreams.

And you would finally be my equal.

Your equal?

Really?

How?

Because I would make you my partner. In everything.

The whole company.

You've never offered that before.

You never deserved it before!

Let's face it, this is just drama again.

Drama is adrenalin. Addictive.

And, in many ways, the opposite of adult behavior.

And all the things you've been telling me about the Al Fayed men,

well, that Dodi is sweet enough...

He really is. He's very sweet.

But a little lost too.

And caught up in an unhealthy dynamic with his father.

Definitely. Definitely.

Are these really people you should be close to?

People you should even know?

The risk is,

one normalizes the abnormal

and becomes accustomed to living in the madness.

And that's when things really go wrong.

I know.

Marrying her would eclipse everything I have ever achieved.

The Ritz in Paris. Harrods. Everything.

And don't all sons want to eclipse their fathers?

This is your chance. Don't waste it.

I'll have my secretary book me a flight back as soon as possible.

Good.

- Let's get you back home where you belong. - Diana!

Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye. Bye. Bye.

Diana!

Shopping?

And ice cream?

Really?

Come on! It's Monte Carlo.

- It'll be fun. - It won't be fun.

It'll be photographers and crowds. Please can we just stay in and be cozy?

There's something I need to tell you.

There's something I need to say to you too.

We can do it over stracciatella. Come on.

There you go, just mind.

Thanks.

- Everyone in? - Yeah, let's go.

- It'll be fine. - Mm-hmm.

This is it. This is where I was thinking.

Uh, what kind of ice creams would everyone like?

- Vanilla. - Vanilla?

- Pistachio. - Vanilla. Pistachio.

What was that?

- What? - What was that?

I said I'll make sure we aren't here for long.

- That one. - This one? You sure?

Come on! You won?

There are two things I wanted to apologize for.

Just down here.

First, the whole Kelly situation.

I would never have guessed she would go so...

Yeah, well, take it from me, it's pretty upsetting

knowing the man you love might have feelings for someone else.

Although I never realized you could sue someone for falling out of love with you.

That... that's new.

To be fair, I said she should give up work.

So,

she lost a lot of money in earnings.

I also wanted to, uh...

apologize...

if I've been a little weird myself.

- Have I? - Maybe a little stressed.

I'm a shy,

private person.

And I've hated seeing my life play out in the newspapers.

Not to mention the insults and the prejudice.

"Dump the oily love rat"?

"Why can't Di find a nice English boy?"

I'm sorry.

You know, it's been getting worse for me too.

They make like they're your friend, and they write insult after insult anyway.

Makes me wanna just move away.

Start afresh.

Move to another country. Somewhere like...

California.

Exactly.

- Oh my God! - Away from England anyway.

Somewhere where one can actually be free.

Sit under a tiny tree

with a boy that you like, eating ice cream.

- Diana, may we please take a picture? - One picture, please.

- Oh God, here we go. - Let's go.

- Give us a kiss, Diana. - Okay, step back, please.

Everyone, step back.

- We love you! Please, Diana! - Everyone, step back!

- Let's go. - Everyone, step back!

Go! Go!

- Diana! - Diana!

- You open? - Yes, sir.

- Go! - In here. We'll be safer in here.

Follow Trevor.

Bonsoir.

- Is everyone okay? - Is everything okay?

- We need to lock the front doors. - Frédéric.

- Are you okay, sir? - Yeah, fine.

- Gonna stay here. - It's a pleasure to have you here.

- Please. - We need to get them out.

Yes, of course. We have a door at the back. We will look for the key.

Can you open that, please?

Trevor, what's going on?

- We're gonna hold here for two secs. - Feel like I'm gonna burst into tears.

There are worse places to be trapped than a jewelry shop.

- Have we lost them? - For now.

Is there anything here you like? Anything at all?

Where does that lead?

No, there's nothing I need.

There must be something you like.

I mean, that's quite nice.

This one?

Diana!

- Let's go. - We need to go. Let's go.

Diana!

- Dodi. - Dodi.

Mr. Dodi, sir. We need to go.

Mr. Dodi, sir, now!

Now, sir!

This way. Just down here.

That's Diana.

Huh?

- Got it. Yours. - Cheers.

- Can we move quickly, please? - Yeah.

Let's get going.

- Diana! - Diana!

Okay, guys, go.

Diana!

Oh, come on.

Diana, please!

Diana!

Diana!

You okay?

- Here you go. - Thank you.

Well, that was fun.

- I'm sorry. - No.

My fault.

Hardly the best way of spending our last night together.

What?

Well, that's what I've been trying to tell you.

I need to go home tomorrow.

Got work things to prepare for, plus the boys are coming back to London.

So my secretary's getting me on a BA flight tomorrow morning.

You can't go on a normal flight. You're gonna fly back in our jet.

I really don't mind flying on a normal plane.

Come on.

I wouldn't hear of it.

I just need to run it by my dad.

Going home? Already? Why?!

What happened?

She needs to work.

Is everything okay?

Everything is more than okay. I took her shopping.

Mm-hmm.

She picked a ring.

What kind of ring?

- A gold star. - Mm-hmm.

Covered in diamonds.

Mm-hmm.

From a collection called Dis-Moi Oui.

Oh my God!

He shoots, he scores!!

- It's an engagement ring! - I don't know.

Of course it's an engagement ring! Dis-Moi Oui means "Say yes to me."

My son, you're a closer!!

You're a Fayed!!

Is she wearing it now?

I need a picture.

I haven't got it yet.

I rang the store after we left.

They didn't have it in stock.

They have it in their Paris branch.

Then take her to Paris.

I would, but she wants to go home.

No.

Take her to Paris and put the ring on her finger.

This is the greatest day of my life!!

I knew you would do it.

My son!!

My Fayed son!!

Bye.

Bye.

He's agreed.

We can use the jet.

But if you don't mind, we'll stop in Paris first.

What? Why?

Mm, there's something I have to do.

It's just one night.

All right.

But I need to find time to phone the boys.

- Of course. - I'm missing them terribly.

Yeah.

I'm sure.

A ridiculous thing for him to have said and done, I thought.

Well, who paid for it?

Well, not me. That's all I care about.

Oh, Margot!

What about a picnic today?

- Up at Glen Muick. - What a lovely idea!

- Do you think that one's all right? - Hmm?

He looks a bit forlorn to me.

Then again, so would I if my mother's private life

had been splashed all over the press.

Yes, well, that's the difference between your mother and his.

Toys have been passed on from generation to generation.

We ought to get him outside a bit more, hmm?

Out of his own thoughts.

What about...?

Hmm?

Think about it.

Charles was 13 when he got his first. I was 14?

At 15, William is long overdue.

Might be just the ticket.

Can you pass the salt?

We've just started our final descent to Paris-Le Bourget.

The team on the ground have radioed to say

there are a number of photographers waiting,

but they will do their best to whisk you through arrivals quickly.

Twenty minutes to landing, so we're on schedule.

Thank you.

Want anything sent ahead?

Um... No. No.

- Hey, Diana. - Diana!

Diana!

Did you know Dodi was engaged when you kissed him, Diana?

Look! Look this way, Diana!

What do William and Harry think, Diana?

Hey, Diana!

What about Kelly's lawsuit?

- Good morning. - Good morning. Good morning, madam.

Come on, let's go.

Diana!

Straight to my apartment.

I have strict orders from Mr. Mohamed.

First to Villa Windsor and then to the apartment.

The Princess has a set time for a phone call with her sons.

Straight to my apartment.

Mr. Mohamed's specific instruction was to take you to Villa Windsor.

Everyone, move back, and...

Move back.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

All good.

PRIVATE PROPERTY NO TRESPASSING

What's this? What are we doing?

I know. I'm sorry. My father insisted.

I have a phone call in 45 minutes.

We'll stop at the Ritz on the way to my place.

You can make the call in private there.

Hi, baba.

- Welcome to the Villa Windsor, madam. - Thank you.

- If there's any questions, information... - No, fine, thank you.

This wasn't a good idea.

Relax. Give her to me.

It's not the right time. Trust me. The deviation has irritated her.

Give her to me!

He wants to speak to you.

I don't want to talk to your dad.

Tell him I can't, I'm unavailable.

Just quickly.

Hello.

- How is my very special guest? - She's fine.

- But I... - How do you like the villa?

It's beautiful, Mou Mou, but...

It was given to me by the City of Paris.

- By Jacques Chirac himself. - Hmm.

The Duke and Duchess of Windsor spent many happy years here.

It's a perfect little house waiting for the perfect couple.

And nothing in the world would give me greater pleasure

than to see you and Dodi fill the place with your love and happiness.

That's very sweet of you.

You are such a romantic, and I'd love to come back another time,

but I really have to go because I have a phone call with the boys.

Uh-huh.

Right. Okay, bye-bye.

Bye.

Please stop interfering.

It was all going fine.

I'm just trying to help.

Well, you're not helping. She's stressed now.

Then go and calm her down.

Please, just leave this with me.

I know how important this is to you. But I know what I'm doing.

Okay, smarty-pants. Bye.

Bye.

Can't we lose them?

Come on. Speed up.

- Whoa! - Careful! You might hit one!

Why the fuck have we gone this way?

We discussed this.

- Oh God. - God!

Philippe.

- This is such a mess. - I know, but I can't do anything about it.

Yes, but you have to try something!

Diana, look this way!

Diana!

Diana!

Whoa.

Are you okay?

I'm so sorry.

- Trevor. - There's nothing I can do.

Get back! Move! Get back! Move.

Move aside! Get back!

Crazy.

Move!

No. Move.

- Diana! - Diana!

Move aside.

Diana, please! Please, Diana, come on!

- Balmoral Castle. - Oh, it's Diana calling for the boys.

You've just missed them, ma'am.

The princes waited for your call but have gone back out again.

I am so sorry, ma'am.

Maybe try again at dinnertime?

All right, thank you. Thank you.

Thank you, ma'am. Goodbye.

I won't be long.

Good luck!

There it is.

Good eyes.

Nice and steady.

Okay?

Now, when you're ready, take the safety off.

Take the shot.

- You ready? - Sure.

- Congratulations, sir. - Thank you.

Good work.

- Hi. - Hi.

How was it with the boys?

I missed them.

- Oh no. - They'd gone out.

Hope you don't mind, I sent someone

to buy Harry the birthday gift he's been begging me for.

And then I consoled myself with a blow dry.

Everything will be better when we get to my apartment.

I promise.

- Diana! - Step back, everyone, please.

Okay, get back.

Jesus! Come on.

- Hi, Mummy. - Hello, darling. Finally, we can talk!

Mm. Sorry, we haven't really got very long. It's dinner.

Yes, I know, but quickly, how's Scotland?

It's good.

Wet, cold, and full of midges?

Yeah.

- Just how you like it? - Oh yeah, guess what?

What?

- I shot my first stag today. - You didn't.

I did.

Oh, don't tell me you got blooded too.

I might have done.

Oh, I can't bear it.

Did you wash it off immediately?

- Most of it. - Most of it?

Mm-hmm.

How's my Harry?

- He's waiting to talk to you. - Hi, Mummy.

Hi, darling.

So, when are you coming home?

I'm coming home tomorrow, and I'm seeing you both tomorrow night.

So, where are you now? Still on the fancy yacht?

No, I'm in Paris.

With the poser?

That's not very nice.

Is he still wearing moccasins?

- Possibly. - On the phone all the time?

- Talking to LA? - Mm-hmm.

Is he still going to introduce us to James Bond?

Roses on the table.

- Roses. Understood. - Lots of roses. This is very important.

Consider it done.

- Would you like to see the ring? - Mm. Yes.

- There. - Ah yes. It is beautiful.

Not bad.

Um...

Mummy, Harry wants to ask you a question.

Mmm.

- Mummy. - Mm, yes, my darling.

So, when are you coming?

I'm coming home tomorrow. One more sleepie until I see you.

That's not the question.

- Mummy. - Mmm.

Are you going to marry Dodi?

No.

Why?

Well, all the newspapers are saying you are.

Well, you know better than to believe the papers.

I'm emphatically not going to marry Dodi.

To be honest, I can't wait to come home.

Are you okay?

I'm okay.

It's just a bit mad here.

Don't really understand how I ended up here.

Will you let me listen?

Hang on.

Ow.

Mummy just needs to make some changes to her life, that's all.

But that's not your problem. That's mine.

Right.

Now, say hi to everyone for me.

I'll see you both tomorrow night. Just the three of us.

Okay, love you, Mummy.

Oh, I love you, my darling.

I love you.

Love you, Mummy.

I love you, wombat.

Love you.

Diana!

Ready?

Get back, please!

Move!

Come on. Let's go.

Where are we going?

Chez Benoit. It's a restaurant.

Make a right.

They're ahead of us.

- Go! Turn right! - You can't turn here, sir.

No, no, no. This... This is a nightmare.

- We'd be better off at the Ritz. - Shh.

Philippe, change of plan.

Take us to the Ritz.

I'm sorry.

This way, please.

Ma'am.

The menu.

Thank you.

Sir.

Your Royal Highness. Sir, we are honored.

Change of plan.

We'll eat upstairs.

Let's get you out of here.

Sorry.

Never-ending chaos of being with me.

Actually,

I owe you the apology.

You wanted to get back to London,

but there was a reason we needed to come via Paris.

And that was my fault.

What's this?

It's your favorite.

Julio Iglesias.

Okay.

♪ I wanna feel this way ♪

♪ Longer than time ♪

♪ I wanna know your dreams... ♪

What are you doing?

It's the ring

you said you liked in Monte Carlo.

A ring with a specific title,

Dis-Moi Oui.

And so I have a question I wanna ask you

to which I hope you will indeed tell me yes.

No, no, no, no, no, no. No, no, no.

♪ I know what's beautiful ♪

♪ Looking at you... ♪

Stop, I can't bear it. It's madness.

Please get up.

♪ And baby, every time you touch me ♪

♪ I become a hero ♪

♪ I'll make you safe No matter where you are ♪

♪ And bring you anything you... ♪

Okay.

We need to talk.

Urgently.

Come on. Sit down.

Okay.

This summer has been great fun.

More than fun. It's been a godsend.

And you've been amazing.

And I know the whole world is wondering if we're gonna get married.

But that's not a reason to actually do it.

I'm nowhere near ready for another marriage.

And you've barely untangled yourself from the last person you proposed to.

I know you're upset now, and...

I know you always want to make everyone happy.

And that's adorable.

But there's only one person in the world this marriage would make happy.

Who?

I can't make your father love you more by becoming your wife.

Well, actually, I think you can.

Well, I'm not gonna do it.

Marriage is a serious and painful business.

What we have is all about joy.

And healing.

And lightness.

What's that?

Food.

Shall I send them away?

No.

Let's eat. I'm starving.

Do us both good.

- Bonsoir. - Bonsoir.

What are you gonna do with the ring?

Return it.

I can start a new range.

Say No To Me.

You know, when my father hears about this,

it will confirm what he's always thought.

That I'm hopeless.

He'll cut me off for good.

He wouldn't dare.

Well, if he did, would it be so bad?

I worry you'll never be happy until you break free from him.

Until you live far, far away.

- You told me you're happy in California. - I am.

So stop doing what he wants you to do and start doing what you want to do.

Making films and living wherever you damn well like.

Yes, ma'am.

Solutions to your problems are so obvious from where I'm sitting.

But we can never see our own problems clearly.

Always need a trusted friend to guide us.

So, your turn.

Tell me what's wrong with me.

And what I should do about it.

Okay.

Well, I think I might need a top-up first.

First...

Mm-hmm.

...slow down.

Look what you've managed to achieve in the year since you've been divorced.

A global anti-landmine campaign,

raising millions for charity.

And yet you're still not satisfied.

Stop being in such a mad hurry

to find whatever it is you're looking for.

You know, I think that's been the story of my whole life.

Dashing around.

And losing sight of myself in the process.

It has all been a bit mad recently.

And, you know, if I'm honest,

it's motherhood that's consistently made me the happiest.

When I go to bed at night, it's the boys I'm thinking about.

It's not a man or a role or a job.

It's the boys.

I need to spend more time with my children.

And you need to spend less time with your meddlesome papa.

Speaking of Papa...

Take it.

Really?

And tell him what we just agreed.

You can do it.

Hi.

So,

have you done it?

Have you asked her?

Have you made my dreams come true?

I have.

I'm glad you called.

Because...

...I have good news.

Exciting news.

You do?

Tell me.

An agreement was indeed reached

between two people tonight.

Mm-hmm.

Hello?

Are you there?

But there will be no engagement nor wedding.

The princess and I will remain friends, but no more.

And if you wanna cut me off for letting you down or being a failure,

whatever you wanna call it, go ahead.

Cut me off. It'll be a blessing, but let me say this.

I love you.

But it's killing me trying to be the person

you need me to be to feel good about yourself.

If you cannot accept me for who I am,

it's better we no longer see one another.

Goodbye.

Look.

I'm shaking.

Hey.

You're really special.

I hope you know that.

Now...

where do you wanna stay tonight?

Here?

Or at my apartment?

I think the flat.

All my things are there.

Okay.

Trevor.

We've decided to go back to my apartment.

- I'd advise against that, sir. - Just do as I say.

- Sir, it's mad out front. - Just do as I say, please.

The photographers all know the cars we came in.

We'll send the same cars out the front,

and the princess and I will go in a third car and leave via the back.

Get someone to deal with the photographers.

I'll call the night manager and sort the car.

Mm.

Back to London tomorrow?

Yeah.

Looking forward to seeing Mummy?

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

All done.

- Thank you. - Good night.

Come in.

Mm.

- Would you like me to pack for you? - Ah. Already done it, thanks.

Oh, well, I'm out of a job, then.

Good night, William. And congratulations again for today.

Oh, thank you, Milly.

Are you smoking that or...?

No, I'm looking after it.

Okay.

- Cigars are in fashion. - Do you want it?

No, I quit.

- You'd enjoy it, though. - Yes.

- Next week maybe. - Mm-hmm.

Henri, plans have changed.

Mr. Dodi needs you to drive.

Right away.

Okay.

Put it on my tab.

In ten minutes.

They'll be out in ten minutes.

Madness.

Absolutely.

Yeah.

You okay?

Yeah.

I have to confess something.

Mm-hmm.

- The phone call to my father. - Mm-hmm.

- The things I said. - Mm-hmm.

He didn't hear a word.

I know.

- You know? - Mm-hmm.

You'll find the courage to tell him soon.

- I will, you know. - Mm-hmm.

- I really will. - I know.

- Everything okay, Henri? - Yes.

Are Philippe and Jean-François out doing what I asked?

Yes, they're out front doing the diversion.

Okay.

No one will see us leave.

Trust me.

Good.

- What'd he say? - We're okay.

Okay. Let's go.

Don't try following us. You'll never catch us.

Piss off.

Diana! There's Diana!

Come on, look at us! Come on!

Diana, a picture!

You okay?

Yeah, okay.

- Ready. Let's go. - Yes. Okay.

Come on. Let's go. Let's get out of here.