During the last two years of her life, Princess Diana embarks on a final rite of passage: a secret love affair with Pakistani heart surgeon Hasnat Khan.

[last lines]
Hasnat Khan: From the poet Romi. "Somewhere beyond right and wrong there is a garden. I will meet you there."
Diana: "Somewhere beyond right and wrong there is a garden. I will meet you there." I will meet you there.
Hasnat Khan: Is there any more wine or have we run out?
Diana: This is a palace. We don't run out.
Hasnat Khan: I don't know how to contact you.
Diana: Well, I'm like most people, I got a mobile. Actually, I'm not like most people, I have four.
Hasnat Khan: One number would do.
Diana: I'm very fond of foxes.
Dodi Fayed: Why so?
Diana: They're like me. We've all escaped from the Windsors.
Diana: You say you love me, you'll always love me. Well, there's about five billion people on this planet who can say that! But is there one who can stay with me?
Diana: I want to tell you something confidential.
Christiaan Barnard: I'm very good at keeping secrets - except my own.
[first lines]
Reporter: It is not the horror of landmines that is making the headlines back home, but reports of the Princess's romance with Dodi Fayed. Speculation fueled by the arrival last night of a car similar to that owned by the Princess.
Hasnat Khan: This is the on-call accommodation?
Diana: What, you just crash here?
Hasnat Khan: Hmm.
Diana: What do you eat?
Hasnat Khan: There's a canteen on the ground floor, but it's not open late.
Diana: Well, you could always pop round the corner for supper with me.
Hasnat Khan: [stunned look, then laughs]
Diana: I'm serious. At the palace we stay open very late.
Hasnat Khan: I've struggled to see how I could marry the most famous woman in the world. But I'd be giving up the very thing that defines me.
Oonagh Shanley-Toffolo: You hang on to the idea of love. 'Cause you're so good at giving love. So you keep on giving. The hard part is receiving love.
Diana: But if I can't receive it, I'm back where I started.
Oonagh Shanley-Toffolo: And where is that?
Diana: On the doorstep. A little girl waiting for her mother to return.