He cuts into the kitchen raging–
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
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
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–
Is that yours?