[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.