EXT. HOWARD THEATRE—BACKSTAGE ALLEY. DAY.

FAYARD and GERI stand beside the parked Cadillac limousine in the deserted backstage alley.  They are directly below the STAGE DOOR. 

She shivers slightly, making a cold noise.  He drapes his arm protectively around her shoulder, drawing her close to him and sheltering her in the warmth of his body.

                        FAYARD
       Come here.  Look at you.  You're 
       shivering up a storm.  Why don't you 
       you go inside and have a cup of tea?  
       One chaperon is enough.

He hugs GERI tightly and softly kisses her.

                         GERI
       Surely you jest?  I wouldn't miss
       this matinee performance for all the
       hot tea in China.  It appears our 
       beloved Don Juan has finally met his 
       match, someone who demands respect.
                (smiles)
       They do make a lovely couple, don't
       you think?  
 
                        FAYARD
       Yeah.  A "lovely couple" of frozen 
       stiffs.

Across the backstage alley from them, DOTTIE and HAROLD talk quietly near the high wall.  The DOTTIE THEME MUSIC PLAYS softly.  The billboard above them reads HOWARD THEATRE—HOME OF WORLD CLASS ENTERTAINMENT.