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    He cuts into the kitchen raging–

    PRINCE
    Answer me you fucker!!

    He twists around frustrated; exhaustion,
    anger, and pain competing for the same
    space. Suddenly he stops, listens
    intently a moment. We HEAR it now — a
    PIANO. Someone’s PLAYING A PIANO.
    Prince throws a look at the basement
    door — it’s ajar.

    (81) INT. BASEMENT, PRINCE’S HOUSE — NIGHT

    A naked LIGHT BULB snaps ON. Prince
    hesitates a moment, descends the steps,
    pauses at the door. The MUSIC wafts
    delicately in the night breeze. He
    moves down the hallway uncertainly, but
    steadily, the MUSIC growing, drawing him
    in.

    He stops, peers into the antechamber.
    His Father is at the piano, his back to
    him. He’s perched on the broken stool,
    playing with all he’s got.

    Prince moves slowly into the room, his
    knees weakening, his anger flowing from
    him with every step he takes. Seeing
    his Father this way, he doesn’t know if
    he should laugh or cry. He sits down
    silently behind him, listens as his
    Father plays.

    The SONG ends. His Father sits a
    moment, stretching his hands idly along
    the keys. Feeling a presence in the
    room, he spins around and jumps slightly
    at seeing his son. He fixes him with a
    threatening look, then shrugs, hunches
    over the keys–

    PRINCE
    Is that yours?