EXT. SAINT-TROPEZ MILLINERY—SIDEWALK—SHOP WINDOW. DAY.

DOROTHY, wearing a beaded crochet turban, and MADAME MARKFORD emerge from the shop onto the sidewalk.  MADAME MARKFORD shivers slightly in the crisp cold air.

                    MADAME MARKFORD
       Your Royal Highness, please honor   
       us with your presence on your next 
       visit to our fair city.  
 
                        DOROTHY
       Most assuredly.

A ripple of anxiety streams over her face as panic sets in.  She realizes that her clever ruse is about to fall apart before MADAME MARKFORD’s very eyes; no real Egyptian Princess would be caught dead schlepping packages around on foot.

EXT. CADILLAC LIMOUSINE—MOVING—CLOSE ON. DAY.

HAROLD slumped in the rear seat, gazing absently out the limo window while FAYARD and GERI converse.

                     FAYARD (V.O.)
       …I promised Cab we'd look in on his 
       mother while we were in D.C.