[Dim lights, twinkling stars, Parisian skyline. Inside speeding black Mercedes driven by Henri Paul. Sky disappears as car enters tunnel. 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...). John "Trevor Rees-Jones" Cleese is in front passenger seat, Frank "Dodi al Fayed" Figurski and F.M. "Princess Diana" Vieuchanger in the back with sequined bag and formally-clad mechanical pig. Car spins out of control and begins slow motion crash. Front and side air bags inflate like balloons being blown up one breath at a time. Simulated barfed-up eggs and Spam sprays off air bags and splatters on leather seats. Passengers scream.]
Henri: Merde! Merci. Merci-des. Merde-cedes. Mercedes.... [keeps repeating].
[Paparazzi pick through wreckage, cameras flash while passengers make dying moans. Vieuchanger feels hands poking through broken windows, tugging mechanical pig from her grasp.]
Vieuchanger: Ouch. This is very realistic! Hey, stop it. No! No!
[Vieuchanger can't hold on, there's too many of them.]