C’mon…I’ll take you home.
Just then a COP moves through the Crowd-
Okay, c’mon now — break it
up. Let’s go..
The Crowd moves out. Police RADIOS
cackle. Three WOMEN stagger over, one
of them grabbing his Mother–
C’mon, honey — we’re goin’
She fixes Prince with a glare–
You’re a little young aren’t
you? Get out of here. Leave
(79) EXT. PRINCES HOME — NIGHT
Prince BLASTS down the STREET, sweeps
into his drive, and jumps off his bike,
practically smashing it into the gate.
His eyes are burning with anger. He
flies up the steps three at a time, cuts
across the porch, bursts through the
front door and–
(80) INT. PRINCE’S POME — NIGHT
— stalks through the living room, eyes
Where the fuck are you?
He spins like a top, streaks down the
hallway, throws open several doors
Where are you?