combination of passages. An old washer
and dryer stand in the corner.
Prince descends the steps slowly. He
comes through a door, closes it behind
him. He moves down a narrow passageway,
enters a small cramped BEDROOM.
He closes the door and locks it behind
him. MOONLIGHT filters in through the
casement windows. The total effect is
like entering a womb, a deep dark
chamber of security and safety.
Lying heavily onto his bed, he sighs
long and deep, his eyes piercing the
(23) INT. CLUB EARLY MORNING
MUSIC wafts through the sun-drenched
CLUB. Jill is seated at the PIANO, ‘a
la Marlene Dietrich, SINGING to her
heart’s content. A cigarette dangles
from her lip, a police cap is perched
jauntily on her head. It’s a simple bar
tune, delivered slightly off-key, but
with an openness that is endearing.
Chick is working in the corner,
chuckling to himself, stacking chairs,
Suddenly she stops — listens intently.
She jumps up, deliberately spills her
orange juice on the piano. Prince comes
around the corner, stops short–
What are you doing here?
She’s a bundle of loose, embarrassing
ends — the cigarette, hat, juice–