Diana and I

MONITOR BEEPS

TV: We interrupt this film to tell you we are getting reports

that Diana, Princess of Wales has been badly injured

in a car crash in France.

French radio is saying that the accident happened

in western Paris when the car she was travelling in

collided with another vehicle in a tunnel.

The Princess is reported to have been taken to hospital.

There is no news of her condition,

and as yet, the report is unconfirmed.

It is also reported that a passenger in the Princess' car was killed.

MONITOR FLATLINES One report, quoting French police,

says it is her friend, Dodi al Fayed.

It's also reported that the driver of the Princess' car was killed.

I repeat that these reports are unconfirmed.

We will bring you more news as soon as we have it.

This programme contains some strong language.

BEEPING CEASES

KNOCK AT DOOR

-Michael...

-Mm?

There's someone at the door.

What time is it?

5:10.

Wrong room. They'd have rung.

We took the phone off the hook.

-KNOCK AT DOOR

-Monsieur Lewis?

Michael.

LOUD KNOCKING

J'arrive!

-Monsieur Lewis?

-Oui.

Lady Di est morte.

Sorry?

-Lady Di est morte.

-"La-dee Dee"...?

Michael, what is it?

Princess Diana's been killed in a car crash.

No, I saw her last night in the street.

Merci.

Non, merci. Non, non.

Jesus Christ.

What a story.

NEWS REPORT IN FRENCH Sure. No.

-TV:

-..a high-speed car accident...

-Yeah, totally.

Yeah, no, she's...

Yeah. I will. Bye.

The story has moved to the hospital.

I'll do the bridge first. Get some eyewitness accounts.

What with?

I'll use my Dictaphone. I'll tidy the sound up after.

You brought your Dictaphone on our honeymoon?

Paris bureau will sort me out a cassette recorder

once they're up and running.

They said just get whatever I can.

-Well, I'll come with you.

-No!

Stay. Rest.

This is so weird.

The last thing I did was an interview with Scary Spice.

Right place, wrong time. Now go, before I tell you to stay.

SIREN IN DISTANCE

Taxi!

TAPE REWINDS

SIREN PASSES

SIREN BLARES

CLAMOUR OF VOICES, SIRENS

WOMAN SOBS

Excusez-moi, Madame...

-TV:

-A statement from Buckingham Palace

said the Queen and the Prince of Wales

were deeply shocked and distressed by this terrible news.

Er, Mrs Taylor?

Yes.

Er, sorry, you're...?

Jack.

Hello, Jack.

Are you...? You're...?

Her son.

My commiserations on your loss, Jack.

Is there any other family coming?

Your father?

-They're separated.

-Right.

Was your mother religious?

Not really.

Would you like me to say a few words anyway?

No.

Right.

Any questions at all?

How did Diana die?

Er...a car crash.

Mum...Mum died at the same time.

Yes.

She'll be sorely missed.

Your mum.

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Ammi?

Let's just cross, now, to our newsroom,

where Tim Wilcox has been monitoring all the incoming information.

Yes, Dermot. As Nick has just said, the Foreign Secretary, Robin Cook,

has confirmed the Princess of Wales' death

in a statement at Manila Airport,

where he is on a tour of the Far East.

As Nick said, his words were, "I'm greatly shocked by this news.

"Our first thoughts are with..."

Has Princess Diana died?

"..at this time of immense loss to them."

Yeah.

The Princess' death was announced at six o'clock...

Is she in Paradise, with Allah?

Maybe.

The British ambassador to France, Michael Jay,

said, "The death of the Princess of Wales fills us all with shock

"and deep grief."

I have meetings in Birmingham and Sheffield.

I'm going to stay with my mum.

Yasmin.

What do you think you're doing, going through my things?

-You've stolen my wedding bangles.

-They're with a pawnbroker.

-You'll get them back.

-How could you do that to me?

It's not your place to tell me what I can and can't do.

You have no right going through my things.

Oh, but you do with mine?

We owe money everywhere.

What's wrong with you today? Is this about Diana?

I have no sympathy for that woman.

If she'd stayed with her husband, none of this would have happened.

I need some more roti for the drive.

My mother was right about you.

Oh, good morning. My name is Mary McDonald.

I was just ringing to offer my condolences

on the news of your sad loss,

and to ask if you might be needing any flowers for the funeral.

I offer very competitive rates,

and I take my work extremely seriously, and...

DIAL TONE

Princess Diana's dead.

What?

The Princess Diana, she's dead.

Oh, my God.

Turn it up, Mum.

-RADIO:

-The Prime Minister Tony Blair says her funeral

should be a major public commemoration

to show the nation's gratitude to the People's Princess.

That'll cost him.

-TV:

-Joining me first from Kensington Palace is Steve Evans.

There's a file of people down this alleyway

to the gates of Kensington Palace,

where they are placing flowers, simple flowers, often.

The first one, at 5:30 this morning,

a bunch of white lilies wrapped in newspaper - that kind of thing.

Steve, thank you. Neil Bennett is at Buckingham Palace.

What's the reaction there?

The first person here was a minicab driver

who heard the news on the radio.

He went straight into an all-night store and bought a bunch of flowers

and came down here and put down by the gates of Buckingham Palace.

Gordy.

-Mary.

-Princess Diana, Gordy.

Aye, it's a terrible thing.

No, no - of course, it's terrible.

Gordy, we have to talk.

-I'm in the middle of my shift, Mary.

-Five minutes. I'll make us tea.

What are the three things a florist relies on most?

Er...

Births, marriages and deaths.

I'll not lie to you, Gordy.

I'm a nationalist through and through.

My family a Catholic, we went to a Catholic school.

I'm no royalist and I've never pretended to be.

-Have I ever pretended?

-No, Mary.

And I never will.

But death is death.

And a royal death...

..that's a hell of a lot of blooms.

I'm going to drive a load of flowers to London

and sell them for a shedload of money.

Imagine, Gordy - London is going to be one giant bloody flower market.

Yeah...

I mean no disrespect about your floristry, Mary,

but you've not had the best of years.

You know, a journey like that -

you've got to...open the refrigerator truck,

the advance on the flowers, labour...

-I'll do the labour.

-What about costs?

I thought I could get an advance off one of the Maguires.

The...? Oh, Jesus Christ!

You're not going anywhere near the Maguires.

What are you even thinking?

Well, then, would you...?

If I went halves with you...

..would you come in on it, Gordy?

Yeah.

Sure I will.

Oh...

Thank you, Gordy!

Hm!

-REPORTER:

-The body of Diana, Princess of Wales

is lying in the Chapel Royal at St James's Palace in London,

after being flown back from Paris.

Jacko.

How's Mum?

She died.

I'm really sorry, Jack.

RAGGED BREATHING

HE SOBS

-TV:

-Seven photographers have been in custody since the accident.

Their films have been confiscated,

but other pictures are believed to have been offered for...

-SHE SNIFFLES

-Hey...

Come on, eh?

You all right, yeah?

Yeah.

-Sure?

-OK.

-OK.

MAN SPEAKS IN FRENCH ON TV

"I say that these photographers have committed an offence..."

-You can stay with us if you like.

-I'm OK.

Julie doesn't mind. She likes you. She'd like to get to know you.

This Diana thing's hit her pretty hard.

Tonight, the photographers are still in custody.

Bloody French.

I saw her body.

-Mum's body?

-Yeah.

-She looked peaceful.

-Everyone looks like that.

Not Diana, poor thing. State of that car.

-I'd like you to go now, Dad.

-Jack...

It was expected.

Mum's cancer.

We knew it was coming.

Have you eaten?

Here.

Get yourself something to eat.

Turn it off, Col, I can't bear to hear it.

-Hey, give us that.

-Don't!

-Mum loved her. SCOFFS:

-Oh, yeah?!

Did your mum talk about all the other things she loved?

Like the shit she put your dad through?

Did she talk about that, did she?

-SHE SCREAMS

-Jesus Christ!

Julie...!

-Julie...

-No!

-Come here.

-I'm trying...

Look, it's all right...

He's not himself, you know he's not.

Thank you very much, yeah.

OK, I will do. Thank you. Yeah.

What did they say?

-They loved what I got from the tunnel.

-I told you.

So...

You all done now?

Oh, yeah, they...they know I'm on my honeymoon, they were like,

"We're really, really sorry for bothering you, it's just..."

You know, me being here, speaking French,

it's a bit of a no-brainer.

You're not the only bilingual journalist in Paris.

No, but they're still scrambling to get everyone in place,

and they asked if I do some eyewitness stuff from the Ritz.

Anyone who saw Dodi and Di leaving on Saturday.

Mm, you could interview me...

..in depth.

CLAMOUR OF VOICES, PHONES RING

INTERNET DIAL-UP CHIRPS

Anyone here speak French?

I do.

OK, what does this mean?

"Sources close to the crash investigation report driver

"of Princess Diana's car was drunk and travelling at 121km an hour."

-That's fast!

-Yeah...

"Seven paparazzi have been arrested in connection with the crash."

What's your name?

Michael Lewis.

I know who you are - you're Laura Phillips.

OK, Michael, here's the thing - I need a fixer.

Oh, no, I'm actually...

I'm here with the London bureau.

Sorry - just got off a long flight

and haven't eaten real food in 36 hours.

Do you want to grab a coffee?

Sure.

So, how come you were in Paris on day one?

-I'm here on my honeymoon.

-You're kidding!

-No.

-Shit.

You got lucky.

I'm not sure my wife sees it that way.

Does she love you?

Yeah - no, of course. It's just...

We were only married on Saturday.

The most famous woman in the world -

possibly the most famous human being on the planet, God help us -

just died in an unforeseen car crash

leading two vulnerable boys behind.

This is the biggest news story

you'll ever get in your entire career.

Fuck your honeymoon.

You ambitious?

I think so.

Better be sure.

Yes.

-I'm ambitious.

-Good.

I'll do a deal with you.

You trail me, translate, set up interviews, cut packages,

and I'll give you joint credit.

Your editors jizz all over you,

and I get my big exclusive.

Everyone's a winner.

Deal.

Did you find a van?

Yeah - well, I've had a ring around. Nothing yet.

What do you mean, nothing yet?

-I just need a bit more time.

-I don't have time, Gordy.

Well, I'll find us something, I promise.

I don't understand people -

they come in here crying about how much they love Diana,

but do they buy anything? Do they bollocks!

-Mrs McDonald.

-You didn't need to love Diana

to feel bad about her death.

-Gordy?

-No.

Will Carling, that was a mistake,

but God knows, we've all made mistakes.

At least she admitted them, didn't pretend she was perfect.

No-one's perfect, you're not perfect.

Mm, no. It's...

..nice.

"Diana".

How's the flower market, Gordy?

Er, it's not too bad, thanks, Mrs McDonald.

Why don't you two marry?

Mother...! I'm only just divorced.

I've no need or desire to get married...

Gordy and I went to primary school together,

I've seen the man wet his pants.

Are you gay, Gordon?

There's no shame in it if you are.

A lot of florists are friends of Dorothy.

I'm not gay, Mrs McDonald.

Then you should marry Mary. She has a heart of gold.

Just drives people mad with her talking.

Her first husband couldna stand it.

Mind you, he was a two-faced little shit -

the man couldna keep his cock in his pants.

Er, I'll, eh...

HE CLEARS THROAT

As soon as I find something...

Bye, Mrs McDonald.

-RADIO:

-..affection and fondness for their princess

and by their overwhelming loss, the crowds began to gather

at St James's Palace a short while ago.

I'm Anne. I've come from Harwich in Essex

to, really, pay my respects

to a very...well-loved by the people...

Compassionate and extremely caring...

And just everybody is just in a state of shock.

We wish we could all wake up and it would be a dream...

She was such a special, lovely person...

PHONE BEEPS

Irreplaceable, absolutely irreplaceable,

we all loved her.

MUSIC PLAYS

-Hi, Jacko.

-Hi. Sorry to bother you.

Don't be silly, what's up?

Would you listen to something for me?

Sure. Just mind the walls, I'm emulsioning.

MUSIC STOPS

Bloke... Irish...

Thinks her breasts are like cupcakes.

He's written her a poem.

OK, it's bad...

No, it's really bad, the man's a shit poet.

So, now he's saying goodbye and...

He understands if she doesn't want to see him any more

because of the cancer but he'll always love her.

He's lying...

The cancer's freaked him out and he's bailing.

SINGING OVER PHONE

Jesus Christ, now he's singing...

And...that's it.

Let's hope the sex was good.

Do you fancy a beer?

Uh...I-I'm all right, thanks.

Thanks for listening to the message for me.

No worries.

THEY CHUCKLE

I'll bet you're glad you married me.

I'm ecstatic I married you.

SHE CHUCKLES

Even though this is the weirdest honeymoon on the planet

and I don't even know if I'm allowed to be happy?

Even though this is the weirdest honeymoon on the planet

and you don't even know if you're allowed to be happy.

SHE SPEAKS FRENCH

CLAMOUR

Excusez-moi, monsieur.

THEY CHAT IN FRENCH

Michael Lewis, I'm a journalist.

Non.

Henri Paul worked 11 years for the Fayeds,

no previous convictions for drink-driving or other

alcohol-related issues but a history of depression.

He had a prescription for Aotal - it's given to alcoholics -

and Prozac.

How did the porter know?

He saw the packet when he emptied the wastepaper basket in his office.

Would he do an interview on the record?

No, but he's given me the name of someone who will. I've set it up.

Shit. Good work.

HE SPEAKS FRENCH

Henri Paul always carried money for the Fayeds.

And on the night of the crash?

-2,500 cash.

-And the medication...?

REPEATS QUESTION IN FRENCH

He took Prozac and something for the alcohol.

Sometimes he didn't take it, so he could drink.

And on the night of the crash...?

REPEATS QUESTION IN FRENCH

HE SIGHS

-Sorry I'm late, my meeting ran over.

-Where the hell have you been?

-At the bureau.

-I thought you were finishing today.

I was, but they're all over me for another story.

-BOAT HORN BLARES

-I've been calling you for ages.

-Why didn't you pick up?

-Ran out of battery.

Excusez-moi, monsieur. Monsieur?

S'il vous plait...

-Merci.

-Merci, monsieur.

Mademoiselle...

More like a rush hour than a honeymoon.

Non! C'est magnifique!

-TV:

-The wedding took place at St Paul's on a perfect July day.

Millions of television viewers around the world

were dazzled by the event.

Diana was just 20.

And so the royal family welcomed a newcomer to its midst.

DOORBELL RINGS

It was the love story that brought crowds onto the streets again.

They came to see the Queen, of course...

RINGS REPEATEDLY

-Hello?

-Debt collector's agency.

We're here to collect goods against debts owed.

-Where do you want to start?

-Television.

Sign here, please.

GLASS SMASHES

GAME RINGS

DOOR CLOSES

Where are we going?

London - to pay our respects to Diana.

Is Daddy coming?

No.

Sit down there. Quick.

-NEWS:

-It's six o'clock - the news from the BBC

with Andrew Crawford.

BIG BEN STRIKES

-Yasmin?

-Oh...

Goodness me! Yasmin?

-Rachel? Yasmin's here.

-Hiya.

-My niece, my sister's girl!

-Oh, what a lovely surprise!

-Sorry not to ring.

Your family know you are here?

No.

-Your husband?

-No.

You wish me to tell them?

If you don't mind, I'd rather you didn't.

They'll think I've stolen you!

THEY CHUCKLE

You and I - the black sheep, both.

I know I was always rather fond of your husband.

But failure can do strange things to a man.

So much - his children, duty to his wife -

gets lost in the struggle.

Nothing, in my experience, is straightforward.

I, myself, am a devout Muslim,

married to a delightful atheist from Reading!

-CHUCKLING:

-Because, you see, the heart follows no creed.

But love...

Is he talking too much again?

I was just telling Yasmin

that decisions of the heart should not be rushed.

It's so nice to have you and Aalia here.

Why don't you stay a few days?

Now, I see - you are thinking,

"How strange to take a holiday

"during such a week of grieving as this week."

But I must say, I find this beautiful country is kinder now

than I have ever seen it in all my days as an Englishman.

-RADIO:

-I know a number of your players -

Ally McCoist, Andy Goram and Gordon Durie -

all were saying that they wouldn't play...

Mum...?

Mum!

You remember I told you I was going to London with Gordy?

-London? When?

-Tomorrow.

I don't want to go to London, I hate bloody London.

You don't have to, that's why I'm cooking for you.

You should marry Gordy. You're not getting any younger.

Mum, are you listening?

What's all this mess?

I've made you some meals for when I'm away.

And Mrs Doherty from number three has a key.

She knows about your medicines and she'll pop in to check on you.

-Nosey bloody cow.

-I need you to take your medicines.

-What do you care? Gallivanting off to London.

-Mum!

-Princess Diana dies and you go on holiday.

-I'm not going on...

You're a florist, woman, you should be selling bloody flowers.

For crying out loud, Mum, what do you think I'm fucking doing?!

I'm trying! All right? I'm trying.

No wonder you're single, filthy fucking mouth on you!

The only reason I'm single is cos of you!

Do you want a cup of tea?

Yeah.

RADIO SHIPPING FORECAST

SHE SNORES

Jersey, north-west three, 27 miles...

RADIO OFF

There's food in the fridge

and the medicines are on top of the dresser,

I'll phone in to check she's OK.

Thanks so much for looking after her, Mrs Doherty.

-Not at all. You get yourself off.

-Cheers...

HORN TOOTS

Jesus...

Before you say anything, take a look inside -

she's better than you think.

BUS CHUGS AND RATTLES

See, if you angle the vents, you can keep the blooms cold.

She's only been running for ten minutes,

she gets a lot colder.

Plywood, to stop the buckets bouncing -

had some in my shed.

A wee bit wobbly but nothing that the plants can't handle.

Watering can.

Two 50-litre tanks, with taps.

Work station.

Sandwiches, flask of coffee.

-I don't know what to say.

-It's not a van,

-I know, but I couldn't find nothing for blood nor money.

-Yeah.

Thank you, it's...it's...

-It's very...good.

-See, I thought I could be driving

while you are tending to the flowers.

It's a bonus - I thought...

Yeah.

Let's go.

ENGINE ROARS

-RADIO:

-The funeral of Princess Diana on Saturday

means that thousands of couples have difficult decisions to make...

We asked a couple from Coventry

whether they still planned to go ahead with their wedding...

-Do you think Diana could have been happy with Dodi?

-What?

Like, for good?

-That's what they wanted.

-Aye, I suppose...

Only, him being a Muslim...

Why should that make any difference?

No, no, it wouldn't - it's just her being from the royal family...

She loved him and he loved her, that's all that matters.

Marriage is different.

-How?

-Well, er...it's a contract, isn't it?

Love's not a contract, Gordy,

love's your heart saying, "Yes, yes, yes."

I told you you'd like it.

I did.

THEY CHUCKLE

PHONE VIBRATES

KEEPS VIBRATING

Take it.

-Hi.

-I've been thinking - what if Henri Paul had been drinking

on top of all that medication?

-Shit.

-I need you here now.

-Well...

I'm a little busy at the moment.

I don't care, get your arse to my hotel,

La Rochelle, St-Germain.

What?

-Work.

-I mean, you told them you can't do it?

Michael...

I've been really patient, we're on our honeymoon.

It's just a couple of hours.

DOOR KNOCKS

It's on the latch.

TAPE SPOOLS

Very fancy.

Check this translation for me...?

TRANSLATES: Henri was a bad drinker, not a heavy drinker.

Didn't have the stomach for it. Got drunk easily.

OK, we use it. I need all this ready for tomorrow.

Plus, I need all these papers checked

for a live-to-air breakfast broadcast.

I'm going to need you here all night.

Don't panic, I'm not going to fuck you.

Unless you want me to.

What?

-I should go.

-You know, someone once told me, I can't remember who,

that for a journalist everything is just material.

It's not a pretty business, but it's the business you're in

and you love it more than you can say.

Chuck us a beer?

Just call her.

Tell her it's going to take longer than you thought.

-What, all night?

-All night.

-RADIO:

-I actually met Diana once.

I just remember how everyone, all the staff,

and the patients and everyone, how she just had time for everyone.

Thank you, Ruby. We're going to Martin on line three now.

CRUNCHING AND SCREECHING

-What was that?

-Don't know.

ENGINE SPLUTTERS

-Have we got petrol?

-Half a tank.

Gordy?

Wait. Don't panic.

I can pull her in over here.

SHE COUGHS

Oof!

-HISSING

-Ah, ya...!

I can fix it.

BBC Radio 4, it's 6.30 and time for Today.

Good morning from Anna Ford and James Naughtie

on Thursday 4th September.

The headlines this morning.

Two of the photographers accused of manslaughter...

ENGINE STARTS

Got her.

Thank you so much. Don't know what we'd have done without you.

-Glad to help.

-Seriously, you really saved our bacon.

It's an honour.

I don't often get to help people with such big hearts.

May she rest in peace.

You know, we really should be...

Yeah, of course. Yeah.

-Best of British to you.

-Thank you.

What did you say to him?

-Sorry?

-The mechanic.

Did you tell him we were giving the flowers away?

-Gordy?

-I thought it might be easier than trying to explain.

-It's not a crime to sell flowers.

-I know.

Well, let's go.

Could this have been a factor

in the tragic accident at Le Tunnel de l'Alma?

I suspect we'll be hearing a great deal more about this

over the coming days.

Laura Phillips, Paris.

Three, two, one.

And clear.

-Great job.

-Thank you.

Nice work, you nailed it.

-Well done, Laura.

-Well done!

-Well done, Laura.

-How did it sound?

-Brilliant.

-You did well.

-Thanks.

So did you.

Fancy a celebration?

I should probably get back.

One little drink.

-One.

-One.

-ANSWER PHONE:

-Hi, this is Michael Lewis.

Please leave me a message and I'll get back to you.

-RADIO:

-The rivers in London were the Thames and the tears

and the queues of cars and people drifting from palace to palace.

Drawn by affection and an overwhelming loss

and the need to say thank you and goodbye.

So great has the volume of people been to come and sign those books,

five hours the queue has actually been today for some people to wait.

The police have tonight shut the Mall here in central London.

You might just get a flavour of the size of the queue

standing here behind me.

That queue started forming at 10 o'clock this morning,

it now stretches back halfway along the Mall to Trafalgar Square.

Whatever happens next is my fault.

No, it isn't.

Please stop being so bloody nice.

Just yards away outside the Chapel Royal

where Diana's coffin now lies at rest in private,

more flowers are building up,

adding to the ocean of bouquets now sweeping Britain.

We've been here for ages!

I know, it won't be long now.

-Here we go.

-Thanks.

Get your roses. Funeral flowers, flowers for Diana.

You might want to tone it down a wee bit there, Mary.

-Flowers for Diana.

-May I see your licence, please?

-Licence?

-How can we help you, Officer?

-You need a trader's licence to sell in the street.

-We're from Glasgow.

I don't care where you're from, you still need a trader's licence or a peddler's certificate.

-We're just selling a few flowers.

-Is there any way we can sort it out?

Please, we'll be done in a few hours.

We're not doing anyone any harm.

-We've had complaints from neighbours.

-What complaints?

-We've only been here a few minutes.

-Move on, please.

-For God's sake! Who's complaining?

-Mary!

-Show me the bastard who's complaining.

-Calm down.

We're going. We're going, all right?

It's that posh cow, did you see her?

Bitch.

Come to ours for tea.

Julie's sorry about what happened.

She's not been herself since Diana died.

Jack.

DOOR OPENS

She's ready for you now.

It's the wrong lipstick, she likes red.

We can change that.

-And I want her to wear this.

-Of course.

I'll leave you be.

Anything we can do, don't hesitate to ask.

What are you doing?

She loves this picture.

-Why don't you look at her?

-I have.

-You haven't.

-I've looked.

That's enough.

She was seeing a man called Seamus.

-He was a poet.

-What?

Is your girlfriend coming to the funeral?

She...um...

Julie thought it might be easier for everyone if she stayed away.

She's going to watch Diana's funeral, is she?

Hm?

I don't mind. Mum hated Julie.

-Jack!

-She called her "The Whore".

Don't talk like that about my girlfriend.

-OK? Especially not in here.

-That's what Mum says.

-I don't care what your mother said.

-Well, she tells me everything.

She didn't tell you how it felt to be married to her, OK?

She didn't tell you the stuff she put me through.

I was no saint, Jack, but neither was your mother.

I'm sorry.

It's just...you've got to stop thinking

that everything your mother did...was right.

It's the wrong dress.

Jesus!

Why are we even having the funeral on Saturday?

They died together, they're going to heaven together.

-What are you even talking about?

-Mum and Diana.

-Listen, Jacko...

No, you listen, there's something I have to tell you both.

Mum, Dad...

I'm gay.

I know you are.

-What?

-I mean, I guessed.

-How?

-Well, you know.

-What?

-Your mother and I...

-You talked to Mum about it?

She might have mentioned it.

Mum, is this true?

Is it true you knew?

We knew.

-Oh, my God.

-It's all right, Jack.

-You knew I was gay?

-Yes.

-You both knew I was gay?

Yes, but it's all right, Jack, we're both all right with it.

The point is...

We're grateful to you for telling us.

We appreciate you being so open.

Don't we, Claire?

Aalia, stop that, please. Aalia, get off there.

I wonder if Aalia would like to come for some ice cream

-with myself and Auntie...

-That sounds nice, doesn't it?

You take the day off.

We will feed Aalia with as many scoops as she can eat.

How many can you have in one go, Aalia?

I, myself, can have 27.

-And a half.

-Bye, Mum!

I've gone blank.

I just queued for five hours and I've gone blank.

What do I write?

Um...just write what you feel.

Yeah, but what do I feel?

I'm an idiot.

Am I an idiot?

Huh, maybe.

The thing is, when she was alive, I was like, "Really?"

And I just queued for five hours.

That's weird.

You think she died when she shouldn't.

It means something to you you can't explain.

Say that.

Yeah.

Good, that's good. Thanks.

"Where there is...

"Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure."

Wow, that's beautiful.

-Did you make that up?

-Yeah.

Seriously?

No.

It's by Rumi, a Persian poet.

-Bonjour.

-Bonjour.

What are you doing?

I'm going back to London.

But we've still got four days to go.

Are you drunk?

No.

Soph, what...?

Don't go.

You didn't even come back last night.

I had to work, I'm...

I'm sorry.

What do you want me to say?

That I understand?

That I know this is a really important story? I do.

That's why I gave you time. You said you'd hand the story over.

-You said all the journalists in the world are here.

-Sophie...

There's no point me being on this honeymoon.

-I'm sorry, Michael, I'm going home.

-Please.

Look, I never meant to upset you, it's just...

This whole...

What happened here on Sunday may be the biggest story of my life.

Four people got smashed up in a car.

Three of them died, the woman wasn't killed immediately.

And she probably knew what was happening.

Maybe she had time to think about her boys,

wish she could see them again, hold them.

One's 15, the other's 12.

God only knows what they're going through.

Yet in every moment,

every split-second of their complete and utter agony,

is the biggest story of your life.

DOOR SLAMS

Did you...? Did you take your medicine?

Mum?

Mum, put Mrs Doherty on.

She's not trying to poison you.

Mum.

LINE GOES DEAD

Mum? M...?

A nice wee bunch of flowers for you?

That'll be a no.

Did you get through to her?

Yeah.

-RADIO:

-The ceremony will be private, with just members

of the closest family

and an old family friend will take the service.

She will be laid to rest close to her father,

the eighth Earl Spencer.

His ashes were buried here five years ago.

How's things, Jack?

-Good.

-Good.

Did you want to ask me something?

Yeah, um...

Would you help me with my mum's funeral?

Sure, yeah.

-Thanks.

-What needs doing?

There are no flowers.

-Do you need to order them?

-No, there are none left.

-What, none?

-No.

Diana's got them all.

I don't mind, I just need something for Mum.

Right, er...

-Have you ever made paper flowers?

-No.

-OK, I'll show you.

Go and buy as much coloured paper as you can.

Any colour will do, I think Woolworths sells them.

And some glue.

Oh, yeah, and some sticks.

DIY. Actually, tell you what,

leave the sticks, I'll get the sticks.

Thanks.

You're welcome, Jack.

-Cheers.

-Cheers.

-Oi!

-Hey, hey!

Bastards!

Stop.

Gordon...

-Stop!

-We're all right.

-We're not all right.

-We can move.

-We'll move.

-Christ, I should never have made you do this.

I wanted to.

-What were you even thinking, saying yes?

-I wanted to help.

But you didn't, you didn't help.

It's all my fault. This whole stupid, shitty idea is my fault.

It's not stupid, and I'm glad I did it.

-Christ, Gordy, when do you ever give up?

-Never.

Look at us! It's bloody hopeless.

Well, I disagree.

I think it's brave and it's bold,

and the world would be a bloody boring place

if nobody ever got on a coach with a load of flowers

and tried to sell them on the street on the back of a royal death.

Without even getting a permit!

I'm going home.

I love you.

I love you, Mary.

You can't.

Well, I do.

I'm not free to love.

I don't even know what that means, but I don't care.

I don't come on my own.

-I come with my mother.

-Well, then, I'll love you both.

You don't know what she's like.

Look, I've got a mother. We've all got mothers.

-Not like mine!

-For God's sake, Mary.

I'm asking you to marry me.

-TEARFULLY: I'm no use, Gordon. I can't...

-Mary!

-TV:

-The Princess of Wales began by bringing a breath of fresh air

and a measure of glamour into the House of Windsor.

Unflagging support for the sick and disadvantaged

earned her continued respect...

Girly or...royal?

She began to add her own fresh style...

You choose.

She seemed so genuinely pleased to be with ordinary folk,

even if she could no longer be ordinary herself.

Age was no barrier.

Where others would be shy amongst the very old, Diana opened up.

Well, she's special because she bring light to the world

about all the sadness that's going on in the world.

Land mines and those people with Aids.

We've been watching it on the television

and we just thought that we'd like to come up and lay some flowers.

Very emotional,

and you watch it on television,

but you can't believe the flowers and people,

and the smell of the flowers is beautiful, isn't it?

She just helped so many people that you just want to come

and show that you're thankful for her.

It's just very sad.

I didn't really follow much about her,

but her death has hit me.

I can't explain it.

LAUGHTER

# You got the power to know

# You're indestructible

# Always believe in

# You are gold

# I'm glad you're bound to return

# There's something I could have learned

# You're indestructible... #

-Hiya. A coca cola, please.

-Ice and lemon?

-Yeah, please.

# Always believin'. #

CHEERING

Come on!

# Help me escape this feeling of insecurity

# Uh-huh

# I need you so much but I don't think you really need me

# Uh-huh

# But if we all stand up in the name of love

# And state the case of what we're dreamin' of... #

PHONE RINGS

-ANSWERPHONE:

-Hi. It's Sophie. I am on honeymoon,

so leave a message and I will get back to you as a married woman.

Sophie, I'm sorry. Please call me.

Ladies and gents, I give you Yasmin!

CHEERING

Come on, Yasmin!

I'm going to sing You Gotta Be by Des'ree.

I'd like to dedicate this song to Princess Diana.

APPLAUSE

# Listen as your day unfolds

# Challenge what the future holds

# Try and keep your head up to the sky

# Lovers they may cause you tears

# Go ahead, release your fears

# Stand up and be counted Don't be ashamed to cry

# You gotta be

# You gotta be bad You gotta be bold

# You gotta be wiser

# You gotta be hard You gotta be tough

# You gotta be stronger

# You gotta be cool You gotta be calm

# You gotta stay together

# All I know, all I know

# Is love will save the day

# Herald what your mother said

# Read the books your father read

# Try to solve the puzzles in your own sweet time

# Some may have more cash than you

# Others take a different view

# My oh my

# Yeah, yeah, yeah

# You gotta be bad You gotta be bold

# You gotta be wiser

# You gotta be hard You gotta be tough

# You gotta be stronger... #

SHE HUMS

Sorry I'm late.

Did you have fun?

Yeah.

-I'm so glad.

-How is everyone?

-Aalia's asleep.

-OK.

-Erm...

Hassan is here.

I'll be next door.

OK.

I've been ringing everyone.

No-one knew where you were.

Why would you do that to me, Yasmin?

-Why would you take my kid like that?

-I needed some time alone.

I've been worried sick.

Well, I'm sorry.

No note, no number, nothing.

-I didn't know what else to do.

-For God's sake, I'm your husband.

I didn't marry your mother's son or your aunt's nephew, Hassan.

I married you, and I loved you. I really did.

But you're always busy being important. It's always...

It's always something for someone else and never for us.

How do you think that makes me feel?

You think I don't work hard enough?

You work all the time, but it's not real.

It's like when you talk on the phone and you're driving and talking,

it's just talk, it's just words, and then people come to our...

..our house, and they take away our stuff.

When are you going to stop pretending

and just be the person that I married?

Please.

There's no shame in being honest.

Let me help.

Hassan...

I'm a successful businessman.

I have many responsibilities. Some here, some abroad.

Many different things.

You need to come home.

No.

Yasmin...

I'm not coming.

DOOR OPENS

I'll be waiting.

I thought a little tea?

Would that be good?

Yeah, thanks.

Yes.

Let it brew a while.

-TV:

-Il est huit heures du matin, vendredi, 5 septembre.

Bonjour. A Londres, les preparatifs commencent

pour l'organisation du trajet de...

..and onto Park Lane.

Many thousands more are expected to fill Hyde Park

as the cortege passes by.

Central London is now preparing for an influx

of an estimated two million people.

Here in Parliament Square,

special turf is being laid after recent work on the Jubilee Line...

..is now directed towards trying to make this as tremendous

a commemoration of Princess Diana as possible.

-Is Laura around?

-She went back to London.

I'm...I'm gay.

Yeah?

Are you gay?

Yeah.

-THE QUEEN:

-No-one who knew Diana will ever forget her.

Millions of other who never met her, but felt they knew her,

will remember her.

I for one believe there are lessons to be drawn from her life,

and from the extraordinary and moving reaction to her death.

This is also an opportunity for me, on behalf of my family,

and especially Prince Charles and William and Harry,

to thank all of you who have brought flowers, sent messages,

and paid your respects in so many ways to a remarkable person.

I hope that tomorrow we can all, wherever we are...

..join in expressing our grief at Diana's loss

and gratitude for her all-too-short life.

It is a chance to show to the whole world

the British nation united in grief and respect.

May those who died rest in peace.

And may we, each and every one of us...

Jesus, it's like a fridge in here.

I was keeping the flowers cold for you.

Thank you.

-You OK?

-I'm fine.

I'm sorry I stormed off like that. I just needed to clear my head.

You're all right.

I'm not, really.

Mum's right. I'm too much. I know I am.

I just can't stop myself.

I never had kids.

I think maybe...I put too much into things because of it.

I don't know. Maybe it's just me.

I don't mind it.

Thanks.

I think, if you're OK, I'd like to...

..give the flowers to Diana.

That's fine.

She never got a second chance.

I did.

Are you not angry about the money?

I don't care about the money.

That's what we'll do, then.

I thought we could drive into Kensington Palace in the morning

and watch the funeral.

Sounds like a good plan.

Oh, turn the engine off.

We don't need to keep it so cold.

ENGINE STOPS

-TREVOR MCDONALD:

-Good morning on this sad September day

as our grieving nation leads the world

in saying goodbye to Diana, Princess of Wales.

The princess destined never to be queen...

DOORBELL RINGS

..but one who transformed her life to become instead

the queen of people's hearts.

-The People's Princess.

-Hello, Anne.

Can I speak to Sophie, please?

She's at Diana's funeral.

Do you know when she'll be back?

Piss off, Michael.

..display of our nation's sorrow,

unprecedented and surely unsurpassable...

-Here you go.

-Thanks.

-You keep them.

-Thank you.

Oh, Gordy...

The scent!

-RADIO:

-..the very simple, sad sight

of a single coffin covered with a Royal Standard

being carried...

You all right?

You know...it's OK your mum was seeing someone.

It's not a bad thing.

It doesn't mean you weren't the most important person in her life.

She always said that, you know.

I love you, Jack.

I love you too, Dad.

-REPORT:

-And so the coffin is nearing the final stages

of its journey to the Abbey.

Coming down Whitehall now.

The great procession of charity workers

who have been following the cortege ever since halfway down the Mall

and who will now leave it to go separately to St Margaret's

to listen to the service there.

As the coffin itself is borne alone,

followed by the members of the family.

BELL TOLLS

-MAN:

-We love you, Diana!

Excuse me, sir. Michael Lewis, I'm from...

What do you think you're doing?

-HE SOBS

-Just go away.

And the procession is now coming...

Just go away, will you?

..into Parliament Street, the final approach

-towards Parliament Square.

-Reporters are scum.

-Unbelievable.

We've come here today to remember before God our sister Claire.

To give thanks for her life,

to commend her to God, our merciful Redeemer and Judge,

to commit her body to be cremated

and to comfort one another in our grief.

You had some music you wanted to play.

MUSIC: Somewhere Over The Rainbow by Israel Kamakawiwo'ole

The extraordinary and irreplaceable Diana,

whose beauty, both internal and external,

will never be extinguished from our minds.

# Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

# Ooh, ooh, ooh

# Somewhere over the rainbow

# Way up high

# And the dreams that you dream of

# Once in a lullaby-y-y

# Ay, oh

# Somewhere over the rainbow

# Bluebirds fly

# And the dreams that you dream of

# Dreams really do come true-ooh-ooh

# Ooh

# Someday I wish upon a star

# Wake up where the clouds are far behind me

# Where trouble melts like lemon drops

# High above the chimney top

# That's where you'll find me

# Somewhere over the rainbow

# Bluebirds fly

# And the dream that you dare to

# Oh, why, oh, why can't I?

# I

# Oh, someday I wish upon a star

# Wake up where the clouds are far behind me... #

She was the queen of people's hearts.

And what had happened to her was... It wasn't...

She was a wonderful person. Beautiful. She was just...

Just a lovely person. We all hoped that we could be like her...

..she was alive to do many more for the country, you know, but...

Sadly, God decided to take her.

I would love for her memory, her courage, her beliefs,

and all that she lived for to live in us,

and for her work to go on.

She's special, because she bring light to the world

about all the sadness that's going on in the world.

She did what she cared about, and she loved everyone.