February 15, 2017 at 11:08 pm #1146
I think I know what it needs.
Morris is pondering his Stacy Adams–
Yeah … I know what these
(26) INT. SHOESHINE STAND — DOWNTOWN — DAY
Morris sits in the chair, his Stacy
Adams worked on by an old, grizzled
SHOESHINE BOY in his mid-sixties, with
large jowls and silver close-cropped
hair. Jerome stands nearby, watches
The girl has expensive tastes.
I wonder if she can sing.
As fine as she is…she
doesn’t have to know how to
I know that’s right.
Hey — watch it now.
The Shoeshine Boy looks up balefully —
Morris smiles, then grits his teeth–
I want you to stay out of the
set tonight. I want you to
work the floor.
I want to know when that sweetFebruary 15, 2017 at 11:09 pm #1147
thing shows up. You stay by
the door, you see her, you
come get me, cool?
Cool. I come get you — let
you know the girl’s there.
Well, not if I’m with my other
babes. That wouldn’t be cool.
I don’t want to break their
hearts, and you know how I
feel about that. So we ought
to have like, a signal.
Okay. What’s the password?
You got it.
The password is what?
The password is exactly?
— Hold it now. Slow down.
The babe walks in and you see
her.February 15, 2017 at 11:09 pm #1148
I see her.
You come get me.
I come get you.
And I’ll probably have a
couple little sexies on the
stand-by, and we don’t want to
upset them, do we? So you
just glide by me and
The password is okay?
Far as I’m concerned.
Dammit! Say the password.
Say the password, sperm
The password is what.
That’s what I’m asking you!
It’s the password!
MORRISFebruary 15, 2017 at 11:10 pm #1149
The password is it?
Ahhhhh! The password is what!
It! You just said so!
The password isn’t it! The
1 got it?
It or right?
The Shoeshine Boy looks up slowly —
regards them with a soulful look–
Either of you do heavy drugs?
(27) EXT. STORE WINDOW AND MALL SHOPS — DOWNTOWN —
The SIDEWALKS are alive with bustling
SHOPPERS. Vanity walks aimlessly past
store windows, staring longingly at the
BRIDAL SHOPFebruary 15, 2017 at 11:10 pm #1150
as she stops suddenly and stares
transfixed. A YOUNG WOMAN, startlingly
similar to her in looks and coloring,
tries on a beautiful bridal gown as a
SEAMSTRESS adjusts the hem. The entire
scene is warm and endearing. Vanity is
struck by lt’s beauty and seems to sigh.
The Young Woman looks up suddenly,
catches Vanity’s gaze, and gives her an
affectionate smile. Vanity smiles back
PRINCE (0. S .)
Give me that.
She looks up startled–
There … on your boot.
She looks down — it’s the expensive
gold chain. She hesitates, then hands
it to him. He drops it into his pocket,
She runs after him–
Give it back to me
He continues to walk briskly — she
starts pulling on his coat–
You can have it back later.
I want it back now, okay?
Who gave it to you?
VANITYFebruary 15, 2017 at 11:11 pm #1151
Female or male?
You’re lying. I can tell just
by your reaction that you’re
He moves away briskly — Vanity stands
her ground, amused–
So you gave it to me — it’s
not yours anymore.
He stops short — something has caught
his eye. She’s curious, comes up behind
You see something you like?
He puts on his sunglasses. A GUITAR
stands prominently in the window.
Let’s go for a ride.
He flips her the gold chain’ — turns
hastily. She weighs it in her hand,
studies the guitar–
(28) EXT. HIGHWAY — DUSK
Prince and Vanity on his MOTORCYCLE
blazing down the HIGHWAY, twisting
through TRAFFIC. The CITY is behind
them, receding into the distance.
(29) Ext. COUNTRYSIDE — DUSKFebruary 15, 2017 at 11:11 pm #1152
They pull off an access road, drop down
a small embankment, ride down a narrow,
The pull to a stop. A LAKE stretches
before them. Vanity gets off the bike,
walks around exploring, casting curious
glances at Prince. He stands by the
water, idly tossing stones–
My psychic told me I was
going to be famous.
How much did that cost you?
Fifty bucks. It was a good
He doesn’t respond — she suddenly feels
No seriously — My psychic did
tell me. I was in a play
Oh, yeah — what did you play?
She stretches her arms like a butterfly,
does a little step–
That means I can sing and
Want to help me?February 15, 2017 at 11:12 pm #1153
Want to know why?
Because you wouldn’t pass the
Well, for starters you have to
purify yourself in the waters
of Lake Minnetonka.
You have to purify yourself in
Her brow furrows, she looks out across
the lake. He’s calmly throwing stones.
Recognizing a challenge when she sees
one, she formulates a plan, faces him
seductively, shoots him an open look.
He stops suddenly, locks eyes with her,
feels his knees go weak. Her hold on
him is unmistakable. She pulls off herFebruary 15, 2017 at 11:12 pm #1154
blouse in one fluid motion, tugs off her
boots, drops her pants to the ground.
She’s exquisite, takes a step toward
him. Passion rings in his veins …
Suddenly she turns on her heels, moves
purposefully toward the water. He’s
shocked, realizes that she’s about to
Hey, wait a minute! Thats–
But she silences him savagely–
We made a deal!
And before he can react she scampers
along a log, DIVES beneath the surface.
He can’t believe it — her spirit really
impresses him. She breaks the surface
coughing and sputtering, hops and jumps
to the shore–
That ain’t Lake Minnetonka.
He tries to keep a straight face, jumps
on his motorcycle, STARTS it up. His
words take a moment to sink in, then–
You bastard. I don’t believe
it. How could you do that to
She gathers up her clothes, tries
desperately to put them on. She slips
and falls — Prince can’t help laughing-February 15, 2017 at 11:13 pm #1155
Damn you — I’ll kill you.
She starts throwing stones. He laughs,
blasts up the path–
You prick! Are you sick?! Is
this some kind of ritual —
getting your kicks! How many
girls have you done this to?
He blazes up the embankment, SAILS
through the air, drops expertly onto the
road. He fishtails to a slick stop.
Vanity is by the lake, flailing about,
throwing things, trying to get into her
He laughs heartily, wants to kid her,
rides down the road as if he’s leaving.
Having his fun, he slows, turns to go
…his smile dissolves instantly.
Vanity is in the middle of the road,
flagging down a small PICKUP TRUCK. She
hops in, slams the door. The truck
peels out, bears down upon him. He
gesticulates his arms wildly — wants
But the truck streaks past — Vanity’s
look is cold, triumphant.
(30) INT. CLUB (1ST AVE. ST. BAR) — NIGHT
MUSIC. The CLUB is PACKED! THE MODERNFebruary 15, 2017 at 11:14 pm #1156
AIRES is onstage, a hi-techno funk
group, performing their trademark, a
frenzied song entitled “Modern Aire”
The floor is dense with KIDS, all
performing the same syncopated dance.
PRINCE moves through the club slowly,
seems to be searching someone out. His
face is drawn and haggard, his spirits
strained. He cuts past the BAR, barely
acknowledges Jill, or the other
WAITRESSES by her side, KIM and KATY.
Jill looks concerned–
Honey, you still chasing after
Kim is 21 years and gorgeous, with dark
eyes, a smooth sculpted face, and taut
shapely legs. She is street-educated
and doesn’t need encouraging to speak
her mind. Katy is also in her-early
20’s, a tall, alluring Oriental, with an
attractive, intelligent face–
I’m doing what I’m doing.
It’s my business.
He doesn’t even look at you.
That’s the last thing you want
from a man.
You just don’t know him like I
Honey… Look, Listen, and
then Feel. If you do them in
any other order, you’re headed
Matt and Bobby (members of Prince’s
group) stroll up–February 15, 2017 at 11:14 pm #1157
Hey, Jill — where’s our
They’re coming — just wait.
Matt stares hungrily at her breasts–
What you want isn’t on the
Jill, in ten years they’ll be
on the table.
She swats him with her order pad —
Bobby ducks, taunts her–
C’mon, c’mon …
She goes to swing, Matt moves in,
squeezes her breasts–
Get out of here, you jerks!
Sweetheart … do you have a
real hot place where I could
stick my nose?
Sure — try a microwave.
The Guys bust up, head for their tables-
Those guys are deep.
KIMFebruary 15, 2017 at 11:15 pm #1158
Yeah — deeply retarded.
(31) INT./EXT. CLUB — MONEY WINDOW — NIGHT
Vanity stands in line waiting to get in.
She wears a short, black dress and red
heels, carries a black and red
clutchbag. Her hair is swept back and
wind-blown, her eyes dark and dancing.
She looks wickedly wonderful and knows
CHICK stands by the window, arms folded,
as massive as a Sequoia. He regards her
I’m paying … see?
(to cashier, gruff)
Keep the change.
Chick advances on her — her eyes widen
The manager wants to see you.
Really..? Oh, great…like to
see him too.
She breaths a sigh of relief.
JEROME watches as Chick escorts Vanity
to the upper level. He stays short
(32) INT. CLUB UPPER LEVEL — NIGHT
as Vanity and Chick come to a halt in
the middle of the floor–
He’ll be right with you.
Chick walks away. Jerome makes a moveFebruary 15, 2017 at 11:16 pm #1159
toward her, but pulls himself up short –
– BILLY SPARKS has approached her–
Hi, I’m Billy Sparks, I manage
Vanity turns around — her eyes widen
He’s 38 years old, 5’3″ tall and weighs
about 180 pounds. He’s dressed in a
baby-blue running suit, and white tennis
shoes that come to a point. A dark-
skinned, smooth-faced black man, he’s
wearing small, white sunglasses and a
base-ball cap perched on his head. Fred
Flintstone in Harlem. A hip, fast-
talking jive motherfucker who uses
profanity like a light saber. Chubby,
cuddly, cherubic Billy Sparks. He’d
sell his mother if he thought he could
make a buck.
They size one another up in. about three
Hi — I really like your club.
What time is it?
Oh, that’s a really nice
watch. Very pretty.
Billy lights a cigarette, offers her
one, she accepts–
You look like a guy I used toFebruary 15, 2017 at 11:20 pm #1160
go out with — he was a lot
older, but I like older men.
Really, what a coincidence.
I just came off a Broadway
play. My grandmother got
Does she live here?
No, in New York …
But, huh, I have a sister
here, lives in Saint … huh
What do you want to do? You
don’t want to be a waitress do
No … no… Actually I was
thinking more in the way of
Of course… how about dinner?
Dinner, then the theatre, my
sweets.February 15, 2017 at 11:20 pm #1161
Hi ya, Billy.
Good evening, Jerome.
Vanity sees her escape–
Jerome — I was looking all
over for you!
They BOTH look at her surprised–
You know each other?
Jerome goes along with it–
Yes, we’ve met. I have
something to show you.
Great. See you later, Billy.
She walks away with Jerome, arm in arm–
You rescued me.
(33) INT. DRESSING ROOM — NIGHT
Prince and his band (Mark, Bobby, Matt,
Lisa) sit backstage, waiting to go on.February 15, 2017 at 11:21 pm #1162
An air of tension permeates the room.
Lisa sits in the corner and fidgets,
casts sidelong looks to Prince. He sits
apart from the group, deathly silent,
locked in thouqht.
Wendy walks in and shares a look with
Lisa. She goes up to Prince, her voice
filled with nervousness–
Hi ya, Prince. I heard
through the grapevine you had
a new tune written by two
great girls. By chance did
you hear it?
He stares at her — if looks could kill
Wendy would be dead–
I knew it — he didn’t listen
to it. He probably dropped it
under his bike and rolled over
Prince grunts, turns away — Wendy is
Wow! Okay…you think about
this. I’m going to be real
honest with you. You’re
really being full of shit.
Forget about it, Wendy. Let’s
get out of here–
But Wendy, agitated, silences her with a
Every time we give you a song,
you say you’re going to use
it, but you never do. You
always think that we’re doingFebruary 15, 2017 at 11:22 pm #1163
something behind your back.
You’re just being paranoid as
Shut up, Lisa, please!
You should know by now that we
wouldn’t hurt vou. We’re not
out to put a dark cloud over
your head. It’s just to make
you feel good, Prince —
that’s what it’s all about.
You’ve been this way with us
The nominees for the best
— Fuck it, Wendy — let’s
Wendy is shaking, tears spring to her
Do you know you can really,
really hurt people? Doesn’t
that mean anything to you?
Doesn’t that make you feel
I’m tired of this … I’m
They leave the room, Wendy SLAMS the
door behind her. Prince casts a look toFebruary 15, 2017 at 11:22 pm #1164
Bobby, Mark, Matt–
You tired, too?
God got Wendy’s periods
reversed. About every 28
days, she starts acting nice.
Lasts about a weekend.
Thud. The joke hangs suspended like a
ball and chain. Bobby gets up, the
others follow him to the door–
What difference does it make,
Prince. We’re still a group,
They cut out the door.
(34) INT. HALLWAY — NIGHT
Bobby, Matt and Mark move briskly to the
you…’effed up headcase.
People with talent usually
Matt dons his surgeon’s mask — Mark
rolls his eyes–
Of course, there are a number
of headcases without great
(35) INT/BACKSTAGE ENTRANCE/CLUB — NIGHT
Morris stands by the door surrounded by
several delicious BABES. One of them,
wearing a tight, red dress, looksFebruary 15, 2017 at 11:23 pm #1165
especially enticing. Morris leans in
closer — her tasty breasts strain
against the spandex material–
Honey — don’t you ever try
and breastfeed no baby now.
Never mind …
You got it.
Be snaps his head to the side — Morris
looks, sees Vanity sitting at a table.
His eyes dance mischievously–
What time is it?
(36) INT. DRESSING ROOM — NIGHTFebruary 15, 2017 at 11:24 pm #1166
as Prince sits by himself in front of
the mirror, staring at a cassette on the
counter. We recognize it immediately as
the tape Jill gave him earlier,
containing Lisa’s and Wendy’s music. He
picks it up, snaps it into a ghetto
blaster. MUSIC, without lyrics, fills
the room. He adjusts the dials, sits
back and listens a moment. Suddenly the
Prince, five minutes.
Be snaps off the music, drops the
cassette into his pocket, cuts out the
(37) INT. BACKSTAGE — NIGHT
He comes to the stage-area. His
Band members are standing about
anxiously, watching the final moments of
The Modern Aires’ performance. He cuts
behind the curtain, peers at the
…his eyes fall on Vanity — his face
brightens instantly. Just then Jerome
and Morris approach her. Prince shakes
his head knowingly, offers a wry smile,
then joins his band.
(38) INT. VAN1TY’S TABLE AND CLUB — NIGHT
She sits demurely. Morris’ eyes are
wide and shining — her beauty up close
Vanity, I’d like you to meet
Morris E. Day.
Hold it now — just leave the
‘E’ alone.February 15, 2017 at 11:24 pm #1167
Vanity…this is Morris Day
The pleasure’s all mine.
she offers her hand — he takes it
If you’d excuse me.
Morris signals him — whispers into his
Too sexy …
Have a waitress bring a
bottle of their best
He seats himself, fastens her with a
sexy, half-lidded look–
Your lips would make a
lollipop too happy.
You think so, huh?
Kim appears with a bottle of champagne
Who’s paying for this Morris?
I think you know that.
Jerome appears, opens the bottle with aFebruary 15, 2017 at 11:25 pm #1168
flair, performs a classy taste test.
Morris pulls out some cash, pays him,
who snatches the money, leaves–
Huh, keep the change–
He whispers to Jerome–
Get my change, will ya?
Jerome leaves, Morris purses his lips–
Oh, Lord…either somebody put
something in my drink, or you
are the finest (motherfucker)
I’ve seen in ages.
Excuse me, what did you say?
Huh…you look nice tonight.
He leans in, speaks with a sexy voice–
It’s rare that I out my cards
on the table when it comes to
meeting young ladies, but …
I’m going to make you love me.
Is that a fact?
He folds his legs dramatically, his
Stacy Adams reflecting the light–
Just as sure as my Stacy Adams
Ladies and Gentlemen — pleaseFebruary 15, 2017 at 11:25 pm #1169
The CLUB erupts in CRIES! Prince hits
the stage, launches into “G-spot,” a
fast, high-spirited funk tune that gets
the crowd hopping. Vanity watches as
Prince whips the crowd into a frenzy.
Morris listens with a complacent grin on
his face, his eyes searching out various
members of The Time who are scattered
through-out the club. When he connects
with one of them he makes a series of
absurd faces which sends them into
hysterics. For Prince is playing music
that The Time is noted for, and, as far
as Morris is concerned, performs better.
Not everyone in the club is dancing, or
paying attention, and this does not
escape his notice.
Suddenly “G-Spot” comes to a rousing
end. The CROWD cheers wildly. Prince
moves quickly to the piano and launches
into “Electric Intercourse,” a love
ballad which, as it progresses, becomes
a personal statement for Vanity and
She listens intently, her eyes fastened
on him. The words have a profound
effect on her — and the audience.
Without being consciously aware of it,
they’re moving closer to the stage,
searching for their personal fix. Prince
surrenders himself to the music totally,
releasing from himself all that is
hurtful — releasing the sincerity and
truthfulness that escapes him in his
daily life. We are entering realm
where life and music are inextricably
bound, and the impact on the performer
and listener is profound.
He’s directing his music toward her, and
she receives it gratefully, almost
anxiously. It fills a void in her, hewn
by a life of meaningless promises. He
searches her face with his magnificentFebruary 15, 2017 at 11:26 pm #1170
eyes, and ends the song with a
heartrending cry which connects with the
souls of all present. Everyone is
paying attention now.
The stage is plunged into darkness. The
CROWD goes CRAZY! Vanity applauds
vigorously, wipes the tears from her
eyes. Morris, who was more affected by
the performance than he’d care to admit,
doesn’t like what he sees and searches
for a winning line–
He doesn’t like girls.
She’s equal to the challenge–
I know — he likes women.
But Morris can barely suppress a smile,
and settles himself comfortably into his
chair — for he knows what Vanity has
lost…at least this round–
Well … he don’t do too good
with them either.
She flashes him a quizzical look — he
(39) INT. BACKSTAGE HALLIIAY — NIGHT
Jubilation time! Prince and his Band
move through the hallway briskly, past
the outstretched arms of admiring fans.
There’s a lot of back-slapping going on
as the Musicians bask in the glow of
well-wishers. Prince moves past Billy
Sparks, who has an angry look on his
What’s this intercourse, shit?
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