[upbeat music playing]
[Mario] My name is Mario Brenna.
I am 40 years old. I am a professional photographer.
I work in advertising and fashion,
but the market has gone crazy for society work.
Everyone wants pictures of celebrities.
Pictures that show famous people.
They are no different. They are human beings, just like us.
Making mistakes, just like us.
The old rules have changed.
Now there are no rules. It's every guy for himself.
People, they pay one, two hundred thousand dollars
for the right shot.
[cameras clicking]
But the right shot is hard to get.
You have to be like, uh... like hunters.
Killers.
[engine revving]
The competition is, um...
crazy.
You have to use the imagination and be creative.
Take risks.
And I take more risks than anyone.
[camera clicking]
[laughing]
Which is why I am the best.
And why today Mario Brenna is as famous as the people whose pictures he takes.
[music ends]
[clock ticking]
[somber music playing]
[Duncan] My name is Duncan Muir.
I'm 57 years old.
I'm a professional photographer
working out of Ballater, near Aberdeen in Scotland.
- [Edith] Duncan! - Uh-huh?
[Edith] It's past nine!
[Duncan] My bread and butter work is traditional portraiture.
Weddings, graduations, that sort of thing.
But my passion, and what I'm best known for,
is photographs of the royal family.
[Edith] Keep going. You've got space.
- [Duncan] Is that it? - Lovely, Duncan.
Stop now! Stop!
[Duncan] Where the Queen goes,
I go.
[scattered applause]
There she is. Quick.
[cheers and applause]
It's very nice to be here.
[Duncan] She's a very special lady.
My wife sometimes jokes that I love the Queen more than her.
[winding, clicking]
Well, I do love the Queen.
I'm a proud Elizabethan.
[cameras clicking]
[Duncan] I get fed up with people criticizing the royal family.
I want to say, "You try and do what they do."
Showing up come rain or shine,
punctual and prepared with a kind word for everybody.
Does the Queen know me?
[sighs] I wouldn't say she knows me, but she often smiles when she sees me.
- Ah, there you are, Duncan. - Here I am, ma'am.
Don't you ever get tired of it?
Not if you don't, ma'am.
[chuckles]
No danger of that.
Is that for me? Thank you very much.
[Duncan] She has a unique way of making us all feel connected to her.
She unites a divided country through admiration for her.
Not many people can do that.
I think we'll miss her terribly when she's gone.
[somber music fades out]
[theme music playing]
I'm aware that we've been running a little behind schedule
and that some of you have engagements to go to.
You'll be pleased to know that we have just three items still left on the agenda.
We have the latest information about the new royal website.
Thank you.
[dial-up tone]
Robin.
[mouse clicking]
Yes, I'm happy to say that since www.royal.gov.uk was launched in March,
approximately one million people have been logging on every week.
- What have they been doing? - Logging on.
Nothing to do with timber, Granny.
In other matters, we are pleased to congratulate the Prince of Wales
on becoming patron of the Royal National College for the Blind,
the Welsh National Opera,
and the Stained Glass Museum in Ely.
[people exclaiming]
And the Princess Royal on becoming patron
of the Royal College of Paediatrics and Child Health.
Is that it?
No, I'm afraid there is still item 12.
It simply states "confidential."
- Yes. - [Philip] Why is that?
I'm afraid, Your Majesties, Your Royal Highnesses,
we must still discuss Diana, Princess of Wales.
[Fellowes] It seems that no sooner had she brought the princes back
from their holiday in the South of France than she returned to Paris
for a secret weekend with Dodi Fayed.
- [laughter] - [guitar tune playing]
While she, obviously, has every right
as a divorced woman and a private individual
to do as she wishes...
- [laughing] - [Dodi chattering]
...this latest development has given us and the government some cause for concern.
If one were to imagine a friendship
between the Princess of Wales and Dodi Fayed
becoming a committed relationship,
there is not just the potential damage to the royal family
from a public relations point of view,
but also a fear that his father might use the association with the Princess of Wales
as leverage, and leave the authorities in an uncomfortable position.
How? I don't understand.
Well, because if the Fayed family is seen as good enough
for the former wife of the next king and mother of the king after that,
then how can the government reasonably deny him
the British citizenship he is so actively seeking?
- Precisely. - Oh, that girl.
Where is she now?
["Spinning the Wheel" by George Michael playing]
[Diana chattering]
[laughing]
[phone ringing]
I want a progress report.
Dodi and the princess,
is it a success?
It seems very much a success, sir
No! No!
[Diana chattering]
Lots of talking and laughter.
[Mohamed] Talking? What good is talking?
Is there more?
Are they sleeping together?
I... I wouldn't know, sir.
Put the maid on the phone.
- Sir? - The maid.
Get the maid.
Sorry, sir.
Bianca, where are you?
[footsteps approaching]
[softly] It's the boss.
[Bianca] Mr. Mohammed?
I want you to tell me if Mr. Dodi and the princess are intimate.
You know the question I'm asking.
[Bianca] I don't know, but they sleep in one room.
Wha--
One room? Are you sure?
Yes, sir.
One room, one bed.
Thank you.
[sighs]
[line ringing]
[in Arabic] How do I find a good paparazzi photographer?
Not just any idiot with a long lens.
I want the best photographer on the Mediterranean.
- [indistinct phone conversation] - [speaking Italian quietly]
Grazie. Okay. Ciao.
Ciao, ciao, ciao, ciao, ciao.
[tense music playing]
[chattering]
[speaking indistinctly]
[Dodi in English] What are your plans for the rest of the summer?
Well, from here, I go back to London.
Mm-hmm.
To see the boys before they go to Balmoral with their father.
Then I go to Bosnia with the landmine charity,
but that still leaves time.
Because I don't get the boys back from Scotland until the 31st.
What about you? What are your plans?
I was supposed to be getting married.
Remember?
Oh yeah.
And now?
Now I'm probably not.
I'm sorry.
Does she know about us?
I thought I might fly to LA when you go to Bosnia.
And tell her.
That's brave.
[chuckles softly]
Not as brave as flying to Bosnia and walking in fields of landmines.
Do you know anything about it?
- No. - It's actually a huge problem.
Quite apart from landmines killing thousands of people, often children,
landmine survivors are frequently rejected by their communities
because of their disfigurements and injuries.
That's terrible.
It was a man called Ken Rutherford who drew my attention to it.
He started the Landmine Survivors Network.
Well, after his Jeep hit a landmine in Somalia,
he lost both his legs.
He said to me, "Every survivor has a date."
"The day they stepped on the landmine."
He said, "Mine was December 16th, 1993."
And I said, "Mine was the 29th of July, 1981,
my wedding day."
[laughing]
[chuckles]
Wow.
At least you still have your legs.
- I do. - Yeah.
Losing those... would be a crime against humanity.
Do you think?
See, I've always thought my arms were better than my legs.
[inhales sharply] Um...
[Diana] Mmm.
Yeah.
It's a tough call.
[Dodi chuckles softly]
What do you think I like most about you?
[chuckles lightly]
My eyes?
No, but I do like your eyes.
My credit card?
- [chuckling] No. - [Dodi chuckles]
[Diana] But I do like your credit card.
[tense music playing]
[Diana] Your hands.
[chuckles] Why my hands?
Because men's hands are so important.
Like their lips have to be just the right temperature.
[chuckles lightly]
Are mine the right temperature?
I don't know.
Hmm. Need to check.
[chuckles]
[tense music builds slowly]
[speaks Italian]
[Dodi] Hm.
- [camera clicking] - [speaks Italian]
[camera clicking rapidly]
[Dodi chuckling lightly]
Yeah.
[camera clicking rapidly]
[Mario and captain speaking Italian]
[tense music continues]
[chuckles]
- [tense music fades] - [keypad beeping]
- [line ringing] - [pensive music playing]
[Diana chuckles]
Oh my God. [chuckles]
[Dodi] Hm?
- [Diana] What are you drinking? - Bloody Mary.
Thanks, John.
[pensive music continues]
- [man in Arabic] Welcome back! Hello! - Hello, all.
[in English] Here he is, Casanova himself.
Don Juan, Omar Sharif. Dodi-Dodi?
[all chuckling] - [in Arabic] How are you, Dad?
[line ringing]
- [phone beeps] - [clears throat]
Fellowes.
[man speaking indistinctly]
Right.
[man speaking indistinctly]
Right.
[man speaking indistinctly]
Thank you for letting me know. Obviously, I'd like to be kept informed.
[man] Certainly, sir.
[phone beeps off]
- ["Hush" by Kula Shaker playing] - We're back!
Put your hands in the air! This is a robbery!
[laughing]
- [grunting] - Move up.
[panting]
Oh!
There's two there. Thank you very much.
Ooh!
- No. You've got to do it, we go past you. - That means nothing.
- Well, I put the card down-- - No, wait!
- Mmm. - ♪ Hush, hush... ♪
- I won too. - You don't even know the rules.
- I do know the rules. - You don't.
[Diana] Watch the red mist coming.
Ma'am. Telephone call, Mr. Fayed.
- Not now. - He said it was urgent.
[Harry] There's a big, red box where you press the button
and all the cards just shoot out.
So, do you get the same amount of cards every time?
[kids continue indistinctly]
[sighs] Hi, I don't have long.
[Dodi] I know. You're with the boys. Um...
I'm just calling to let you know that,
apparently, there are some photos of us on the boat
being offered to newspapers.
You said no one knew we were there.
I know. It makes no sense.
When are they coming out?
I don't have any more information.
As soon as I do, I'll be in touch.
[Fellowes] The photographs were bought by the Sunday Mirror,
who, we understand, paid £250,000.
The fiercest bidding war in Fleet Street history.
The Sun and Daily Mail have each paid £100,000 just to reproduce the images.
What's in the photographs?
I gather they have several of the couple kissing.
Do we know when they're going to be published?
This Sunday.
With an extensive advertising campaign on television in the days before.
I'm afraid it will be almost impossible to avoid.
[sighs softly]
[car horn honking]
Harry, Pa's here.
Can you pretend to be less excited about leaving me?
It's not because we're leaving you.
No, it's 'cause you're going to your beloved Scotland.
With its rain and dead animals.
- I don't know how you can stand it. - We like it. It's fun.
Oh, it's fun.
- [William] Where will you be again? - Bosnia with the landmine charity.
And then?
[gasps] And then... few days with friends.
- Like Dodi? - [chuckles]
I might go back on the boat with Dodi.
What?
He's weird.
He's not weird. He's sweet, and he means well.
[car horn honks]
Harry, we really need to go. Come on, quickly.
Quickly.
Harry, he's waiting.
[chuckles, kisses] You're the best hugger.
- [William] Come on. - Thanks.
Ah, hug!
- Really? It's not for long. - [exhales]
It's three weeks. It's an eternity.
I need a world-class hug to fill me back up.
- All right. - Do it properly.
I've got my bag.
Phone call every day.
- Yep. - Do you promise?
Mm-hmm.
I promise.
- Hi, Harry. - Hi, Pa.
- [Diana] Oh, another one. - All right?
- Good. - Got you in your ear.
[Charles] Have you had some fun?
[Diana] You look better like that. Perfect.
You got seatbelts?
- Fingers. - [door shuts]
[door shuts]
[exhales]
Everything all right?
They can't wait to be rid of me.
Give it a couple of days, they'll be dying to see you again.
Have you got exciting plans for the summer?
Mm.
I heard Bosnia.
Mm-hmm.
The landmines charity.
Good for you. So proud of you.
[chuckles softly] Thank you.
Can I make a, um...
request?
Even though we weren't brilliant at being married, can we, um...
can we be brilliant at all this?
I think so.
And not just for them, but for us too.
[chuckles lightly]
She didn't get to keep the man of her dreams,
but the friend of her dreams.
I mean, it's much more than a friend.
Partner.
[both chuckle softly]
"All right," she said,
giving the brave smile of the runner-up, not the winner.
Let's be brilliant at divorce.
Thank you.
[chuckles lightly]
- But why? - Stop it.
[car door closes]
[engine turns over]
- [car horn honks] - [engine revving]
[brakes squeak]
Hi.
Good morning, ma'am. Um, Mr. Dodi asked me to give you this.
It's a satellite telephone.
So you can stay in touch over the next few days.
- Right. - In case things develop.
- Okay. - Ma'am.
[lilting choral music plays]
[breathes deeply]
[overlapping chatter]
Thank you so much, Diana. Thank you for coming. This is the ambassador.
- Delighted. - Thank you for having us.
[overlapping chatter]
[cameras clicking]
[brakes squeak]
[minibus door sliding open]
Right. Ready?
[translator] This is the mayor, Mr. Begović.
[speaking in Bosnian]
[translator] Welcome. Your visit means so much to us.
[continues in Bosnian]
Now that the war is over, we were afraid the world would move on.
But the work is only just beginning.
That's true.
[conversing in Bosnian]
[cameras clicking]
- Welcome. - Hi.
- [sighs] - [mayor speaking in Bosnian]
- They would like to show you the village. - Please.
- [kids chattering] - Hello up there. [chuckles]
[translator] He was with his father to collect wood,
and then suddenly there was a loud bang.
And how long has he had his prosthesis for?
[speaking in Bosnian]
[lilting choral music continues]
So they uncovered a mine here yesterday.
- The Sunday papers, sir. - Thank you.
This one works with the explosion when you step on it.
Mm-hmm.
And the fragmented mine, well, it has...
it scatters little pieces of plastic everywhere.
[William] After waking him up in the middle of the night?
[Harry] Yeah. It was hilarious. Best night ever.
- Let's do it. - Ready? Go, then.
Come on.
[Ken] Now, you remember the drill. If there are any doubts,
stand absolutely still and get our attention.
Ma'am.
Do you have a moment?
[lilting choral music playing]
[Fellowes] I'm afraid it's an 11-page spread, ma'am.
[indistinct chattering]
In total, the Sunday Mirror is in possession of 78 photographs,
which are rapidly being syndicated around the world.
[Mohamed chuckles]
[Fellowes] Paris Match paid a million francs.
Lunch.
[door shuts]
[Fellowes] The Globe, an American tabloid, paid over $200,000.
The images have proven lucrative beyond anyone's wildest imaginings.
And now that photographers realize they can become rich overnight,
interest in the princess's private life is unlikely to die down any time soon.
Diana.
One would almost feel sorry for her...
if one weren't so cross with her.
[overlapping conversations]
- Diana! - Diana!
- [cameras clicking] - Diana!
[whispering indistinctly]
Ladies and gentlemen,
the Bosnian war is over.
[cell phone beeping]
People are trying to rebuild their lives, but they can't
as there are hundreds of thousands of landmines still hidden.
Every 20 minutes across the world,
someone is maimed or killed by anti-personnel landmines.
Diana, does the Queen know about your new boyfriend?
[reporters murmuring]
Gordon, if we could stick to the subject at hand, please?
Are you in love, Diana?
[Ken] Please, can we stick to the subject of landmines?
We're not answering personal questions.
What about William and Harry? What do they think of your new boyfriend?
- Is this the surprise? - [Nick] Gonna marry Dodi Fayed?
[journalist 1] Where's next after Bosnia? [chuckles] Egypt?
Does Prince Charles approve?
[journalist 2] Dodi gonna put you in one of his films?
- Please... - You planning a future together?
- Just another fling? - [journalist 3] Think you'll settle down?
Is he a good kisser, ma'am?
[reporters laughing]
[lilting choral music fades out]
[brakes squeak]
Thank you.
[thunder rumbling]
[Bolland] As a publicist, I can't help feeling sorry for her.
She just spent three days campaigning on behalf of landmine victims.
That's the message she wanted beamed around the world.
Yet all anyone wants to talk about is Dodi Fayed.
And I'm afraid it gets worse.
How can it possibly get any worse?
News is beginning to emerge that Mr. Fayed
is engaged to be married to someone else.
What?!
A Californian model by the name of Kelly Fisher,
whose lawyer is now suing Mr. Fayed for breach of contract,
so I think we can safely say
this isn't going to get quiet anytime soon.
God.
But, in a strange way,
this does also present us with an opportunity.
Coming here today, I couldn't help being struck
by the two very different cultures at play here.
St. Tropez.
Scotland.
Scandal.
Dignity.
Irresponsibility.
Duty.
Selfishness.
Principle. A tabloid princess as opposed to a...
a broadsheet prince.
Now, how would you feel about doing a counter photo?
You and the princes.
Hasn't everyone had enough of photographs?
Well, if anything, this week's events have proved
just how powerful a photograph can be.
[sighs]
How can I justify that to the boys, let alone to myself?
Besides, Diana and I are getting on rather well at the moment.
I owe it to her to be onside.
I assume you haven't seen today's Daily Mail.
Why?
There may be a truce between you and the Princess of Wales,
but that didn't stop her letting her favorite journalist know
that you spent last weekend alone with Mrs. PB.
And didn't want to take the boys when they came back from holiday.
She wouldn't do that.
One weekend.
One!
So I... I do think we should respond in some way.
[sighs deeply]
How am I gonna present the idea of a photo shoot to the boys?
They hate doing that sort of thing, and I don't blame them.
We tell them it's a deal.
That we've agreed to these photos
so that the media leave us alone for the rest of the holiday.
The question is,
where to find a trustworthy photographer.
Does such a thing even exist anymore?
[camera clicks]
That's lovely, Mr. McGettigan. One more like that, please.
[camera clicks]
Good. Good. And now perhaps one with Mrs. McGettigan.
Oh, where do I stand?
- Oh, just on the left, please. - Oh, left.
Can you swap me that light over there?
- Good. A wee bit closer in. - [phone rings]
Oh.
Oh, you're good. Have you done this before?
[chuckling]
Oh, excuse me just a moment.
Duncan Muir.
Yes, that's me.
Oh, hello, sir.
- Okay, is everything in? - Yes, that's all I have.
- Is everything in? Are you sure? - Yes.
Okay. And, Duncan...
Right.
Just calm down. You're making me nervous.
- Right. See you later. - Good luck.
- Right. - Good luck.
[engine turns over]
[brakes squeak]
- [engine revs] - [tires squeal]
- Why do we have to do this? - Because, Will--
- All our friends are going to tease us. - Exactly.
I very much doubt it.
They will. Especially if you wear a kilt and carry a shepherd's crook.
Like Little Bo Peep.
Little Pa Peep.
Little Pa Peep has lost his sheep and can't tell where to find them.
It's a bad idea.
A baaad idea.
Baaad.
[sighs] All right, you don't have to wear a kilt if you don't want to.
Good.
[dog barking]
[hand brake clicks]
[Bolland] Mr. Muir, hello. Thank you so much for coming.
- [camera clicking, winding] - That's why there's no salmon.
- Because it's so low. - [camera clicking]
[dog panting]
Prince William, can you come closer in, please?
[Harry] Widgeon, come.
- Two minutes. - It's embarrassing.
- Two minutes and it'll be over. - All right.
- [camera clicks] - [Charles] Come on.
[Duncan] Lovely.
- [camera clicks] - [dog whining]
[Duncan] What's the dog's name?
Widgeon.
[Duncan] Ah, lovely name.
[Charles chuckles lightly]
Perhaps you could throw some stones.
Yes, let's throw stones.
- [Duncan] Try skimming a couple. - [Harry] Widgeon, ready?
- [stone plunks] - [Duncan chuckles]
The dog's enjoying it.
[camera clicking]
I got two.
- [dog barks] - Two!
[Duncan chuckles] Lovely.
- [Charles] One! That's even worse than me. - [Duncan] Great.
- This'll be a better one. - [Charles] Three. We need three.
Prince Harry, can you stand there next to your father, please?
- You come here. - [William] Oh...
- Thank you. - You should chat to the photographer.
[Duncan] Smashing, thank you!
And if you could look to me, please.
That's the shot.
[camera clicking and winding]
- [water trickling] - [somber music playing]
Well, that seems to have been something of a triumph.
The boys hated doing it.
I'm sure.
But, as a contrast with Diana's antics, it speaks volumes.
[Philip] Hm.
Did you hear the latest?
No, what's that?
Apparently, yesterday she flew 160 miles
in the Harrods helicopter to visit a psychic in Derbyshire...
terrorizing some tiny village in the process.
Perhaps to help Mr. Fayed decide where his priorities lie,
romantically,
given that he already has an American fiancée, I understand.
Spare me.
Diana's behavior is becoming more and more erratic.
More and more reckless.
More and more out of control.
Diana!
[Elizabeth] Instead of learning from her mistakes,
I gather she's flown back to the South of France again.
I imagine she'll settle eventually.
Let's hope.
[tense music playing]
All one wants is for that girl to find peace.