[Paris Hotel Ritz, L'Espadon restaurant. Black sky, a few stars show through half-closed curtains. Candles
burn brightly, stage lights down low. Morcheeba's "Over and Over" plays eerily on invisible speakers
(I'm falling over and over and over and over again now/ Calling over and over and over and over
again...). Princess Diana and Frank "Dodi al-Fayed" Figurski seated center, Nguyen "Trevor
Rees-Jones" Van Tho standing attentively with small leather bag and formally-clad mechanical pig on
leash.]
Princess Diana [not quite sarcastically, but
ambiguously]: I presume we shall trick the paparazzi as we usually do.
Figurski: Naturally. You'll finish up your eggs and ... SPAM, and we'll sip our wine,
and we'll look like "two love-struck teenagers" as People magazine will later
report, we'll retire briefly to our $2000-a-night suite, then we'll dispatch my regular chauffeur in the Range
Rover to lead away the pack of wolves. Excuse me a moment my dear. [Turns.]
Computer, arch!
[Holodeck arch appears near table and Figurski exits. Diana pushes food around her plate,
has a tiny bite, sips her wine.]
Princess Diana [dreamy smile to Nguyen]: It's the ... medication. Takes away my appetite.
Nguyen: Right.