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      Hey; man — don’t worry about
      it.

      BILLY
      I’m warning you…

      But Prince ignores him, cuts into the
      dressing room–

      (40) INT. DRESSING ROOM — NIGHT

      –then stops suddenly, surprised. He’s
      muzzle to muzzle with a cuddly DOG, held
      up lovingly by Jill–

      JILL
      Surprise!

      OOHS! and AAHS! by the entire group.
      Jill hesitates, then kisses Prince’s
      cheek compulsively. He’s surprised,
      touched–

      PRINCE
      Hey — wait till we’re
      married, now.

      She fidgets, her face blushes red.
      Wendy is studying the dog–

      WENDY
      Oh, my God — look at this!

      Everyone looks — Jill grins like the
      Cheshire Cat–

      JILL
      Notice anything?

      PRINCE
      What?

      WENDY
      It looks like you!

      She thrusts the dog into his arms — the
      Band laughs uproariously. Jill is
      beaming–

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        JILL
        His hair …

        Prince gazes into the mirror — and sure
        enough the dog’s hair has been groomed
        to match his. He can’t help smiling–

        PRINCE
        Shit …

        JILL
        (softly)
        I wanted to cheer you up.

        PRINCE
        Thanks.

        MATT
        I’m hungry — where’s the
        food?!

        He grabs the dog, ‘a la The Werewolf,
        starts chomping on it’s neck. The Group
        busts up, starts fooling around.

        Prince glances into the mirror — Vanity
        is there. He whirls around to the door
        — nothing. A huge smile sweeps his
        face instead. The Band continues
        fooling around, and Prince joins in with
        a relish.

        (41) EXT. ALLEYWAY #2, REAR CLUB — NIGHT

        Vanity leans against a brick wall,
        hiding in the shadows. Suddenly
        FOOTSTEPS approach. Prince appears,
        gets on his Motorcycle–

        VANITY
        Hey…

        He doesn’t look up–

        PRINCE
        We have to go to your place.

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          VANITY
          What for?

          PRINCE
          I want to show you something.

          She’s embarrassed by her apartment–

          VANITY
          No…no, we can’t.

          PRINCE
          Why — is there someone there?

          VANITY
          Why do you always think
          there’s somebody else?

          He averts his eyes — kick STARTS his
          bike–

          PRINCE
          Let’s go.

          VANITY
          (Getting on)
          Yeah — but we’re not going to
          my place.

          He remains silent, snaps the bike into
          gear, blasts down the ally into the
          street.

          (42) PRINCE’S HOUSE AND STREET — NIGHT

          Prince and Vanity whip down a
          residential street. As he approaches
          his house he slows, moves past it
          quietly.

          He makes a deft U-turn, crosses his
          house again — seems to be listening
          intently…

          After a moment, he cuts down a narrow
          path, turns up a back alley. He rides
          to a wooden gate, detaches a hidden
          lever. The wood slats rotate like a

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            garage door — Prince coaxes his bike
            through.

            BACKYARD

            Vanity’s mesmerized. They ride down a
            narrow sidewalk, cut through a garden,
            and emerge from the back of a garage.
            He leans his bike against it–

            VANITY
            That was a grand entrance.
            Where am I?

            He silences her with a look, moves
            quickly across the grass, comes to a
            window. He stands on a pipe, looks in–

            (43) PRINCE’S POV — INT. LIVING ROOM — NIGHT

            His Mother and Father in the living
            room. His Mother is sprawled out on the
            sofa, obviously drunk, her dress hiked
            along her thighs. Her head rests in his
            Father’s lap.

            (44) EXT. BACKYARD — NIGHT

            Prince hops from the pipe, leans coolly
            against the house. Intrigued. Vanity
            looks in–

            (45) VANITY’S POV — INT. LIVING ROOM — NIGHT

            The mother and father kissing
            tentatively, then violently, finally
            pulling away. The Mother seems to be
            taunting the Father, coaxing him into a
            trap. He kisses her mouth lustily —
            she pulls back snarling–.

            (46) EXT. BACKYARD — NIGHT

            Vanity’s scared — tries to be cool–

            VANITY
            So — friends of yours?

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              PRINCE
              Yeah — the freak show.

              He walks off. She jumps off the pipe,
              follows.

              SIDE OF HOUSE

              as they emerge around the corner.
              Prince squats by a basement window,
              adjusts an old coal chute, then slides
              down it–

              VANITY
              Hey…

              PRINCE (O.S.)
              C’mon.

              She hesitates a moment, then slides down
              too.

              (47) INT. BASEMENT, PRINCE’S HOME — NIGHT

              He turns on a LIGHT, disappears into an
              ADJOINING ROOM. Vanity looks around
              amazed. She stands in a small ANTE-
              CHAMBER whose walls are covered with
              thick pads and foam.

              Colorful MOBILES hang suspended from the
              ceilings — various INSTRUMENTS lie
              about: a drumset, an electric guitar,
              and a small upright piano. A stereo and
              cassette player. are perched on a shelf,
              and two speakers are recessed into the
              walls. The entire room looks hand-
              built, the wood carefully painted, or
              stained.

              She peers through the doorway into the
              adjoining room. BLUE MOONLIGHT filters
              in through the casement windows.
              Various MURALS are painted on the walls,
              MOBILES are suspended from the ceiling.
              A bed sits in the middle of the floor, a
              vanity table and mirror nearby.

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                She stands idly a moment, then moves
                around the antechamber. Various
                KNICKNACKS catch her attention. Small
                wind-up TOYS lie about: a soldier, a
                bear banging on a drum, a tractor and
                car. A small MUSIC BOX sits on a shelf.
                She turns the handle, a little TUNE
                fills the room…

                A cassette sits in the player. She
                snaps it shut, hits the play button. A
                DRUM BEAT fills the room, followed by a
                WOMAN’S VOICE, seemingly speaking in a
                foreign tongue. The combination is
                hypnotic and sensual — she finds
                herself drawn in …

                Suddenly Prince grabs her by the waist,
                lets out a SHRIEK. She draws a out
                breath, jumps–

                VANITY
                If you think you scared me,
                you didn’t.

                PRINCE
                Oh, yeah …

                He puts his index finger directly in
                front of her nose, moves it back and
                forth hypnotically. She follows it
                earnestly with her eyes. Suddenly, he
                pulls his hand away, stretches it to the
                ceiling like an escaping bird. They
                both smile, lock eyes. Passion rings in
                their veins…

                The Woman’s VOICE begins to moan deeply,
                pleasurably–

                VANITY
                Who’s the lucky girl? Sounds
                like she was having a good
                time.

                PRINCE
                She’s crying — it’s
                backwards. It makes me sad

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                  when I hear it. It sorta
                  sounds like she’s laughing,
                  doesn’t it?

                  VANITY
                  So what did you do to her? Do
                  you always treat your women
                  like that?

                  PRINCE
                  I don’t have anybody right
                  now.

                  Heat floods into her womb like soft fire-

                  VANITY
                  You look pretty…

                  She touches his chest delicately, fluffs
                  up his hair–

                  VANITY
                  King Kong?

                  PRINCE
                  Stop.

                  She hesitates — but he reaches out
                  tentatively, touches her breast–

                  VANITY
                  No.

                  But their mutual desire is too strong.
                  Their lips seek one another out timidly,
                  almost deferentially…then fervently.

                  DISSOLVE TO:

                  (48) INT. BEDROOM — LATER — NIGHT

                  Vanity sits at the foot of the bed,
                  Prince stands before her. Her dress is
                  hiked along her thighs, her stockings
                  attached to garters. Their hands search
                  delicately across the contours of their
                  bodies, drawing quick breaths from their

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                    lips. They kiss one another ardently,
                    then quickly, like sparrows pecking
                    seed. She goes to remove her dress, but
                    Prince stays her with a gesture, moving
                    his hands along her thighs, touching
                    delicately that spot between her legs.
                    A low, whispery moan escapes from her
                    lips.

                    Vanity lies back, drawing Prince toward
                    her. His lips move across her mouth,
                    her neck, her breasts. She moans
                    softly, pulls her dress above her
                    thighs, goes to remove it. Once again
                    he stops her, slowly turns her onto her
                    stomach.

                    She stands on her knees, her head
                    resting on a pillow. His hands move up
                    along the back of her thighs, past the
                    garters to her panties. He tugs at them
                    gently, then rubs his hand firmly
                    between her legs. She moans suddenly,
                    the shudder moving through her like a
                    whirlwind …

                    DISSOLVE TO:

                    (49) INT. BEDROOM — LATER — NIGHT

                    MOONLIGHT glows through the casement
                    windows. MOBILES stir gently in the
                    night breeze.

                    Prince and Vanity are asleep. He rests
                    on his side, his hands gently supporting
                    his face. She lies behind him, one leg
                    dangling off the bed, one shoe discarded
                    on the floor

                    Suddenly a distant MOAN…QUICK
                    FOOTSTEPS — A DOOR SLAMS. Vanity SNAPS
                    awake! Fear sweeps her like a shadow
                    from a passing cloud. She listens
                    intently, then–

                    — Another DOOR SLAM, QUICK FOOTSTEPS,
                    and Prince’s Mother

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                      CRYING in the dark–

                      MOTHER
                      (o.s.)
                      (upstairs)
                      Please!

                      A bottle CRASHES to the floor. Then
                      silence…

                      …deep silence like snow in the room…

                      Vanity’s racked with fear. She sits up
                      slowly, her eyes searching out Prince —
                      he’s sleeping…

                      Suddenly more FOOTSTEPS, a DOOR SLAMS and the
                      Father’s CRY–

                      FATHER
                      (o.s.)
                      No!!

                      WHACK! Something heavy CRASHES to the
                      floor…

                      Vanity rises from the bed in a panic!
                      She smoothes down her dress, searches
                      for her other shoe. She shoots another
                      look to Prince, but he sleeps
                      peacefully. Casting a glance upstairs,
                      she climbs through the casement window,
                      disappears into the night.

                      PRINCE is resting on his side, his eyes
                      opened.

                      (50) EXT. PRINCE’S HOUSE AND STREET — NIGHT

                      Vanity moves quickly along the side of
                      the house, trying desperately to find
                      her wav. Suddenly a HAND reaches out of
                      the darkness, GRABS her by the throat.
                      She SCREAMS, swings her bag desperately
                      — something CRASHES, into the bushes–

                      VOICE
                      Damn, baby, hold it! Hold

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                        it!!
                        (wails)
                        Oh, God — God! You broke my
                        nose!

                        She sees it’s Morris — she’s beside
                        herself with fear and rage–

                        VANITY
                        You shit! What the hell are
                        you doing here?

                        He struggles in the bushes — DOGS start
                        BARKING–

                        MORRIS
                        Shh! Shh! Shh! oh, Lord help
                        me outta here.
                        (a beat)
                        Hee, hee — I know you
                        wouldn’t want to spend the
                        whole night with ol’ pencil
                        dick.

                        VANITY
                        Your nose alright?

                        MORRIS
                        My nose is fine, I’m just
                        wondering if I fucked my shoes
                        up…
                        (a beat)
                        C’mon …

                        They cut across the yard, head to the
                        street. The CADDY is parked at the
                        curb. Jerome leans against it, reading
                        a newspaper–

                        VANITY
                        Hi, Jerome. Wow! Nice
                        hubcaps.

                        He grins proudly from ear to ear — the
                        Caddy sports new chrome wire wheels–

                        JEROME
                        You like them, huh?

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                          VANITY
                          Beautiful.

                          Morris MOANS dismally–

                          MORRIS
                          Jerome…you think these can
                          be fixed?

                          His shoes are badly scuffed, the leather
                          torn across the top–

                          JEROME
                          I think they’re dead, man.

                          VANITY
                          God, I’m sorry.

                          MORRIS
                          Shit — it’s so rough out
                          here.

                          Just then a PATROL CAR cruises by. The
                          COP regards them suspiciously. Morris
                          and Jerome snap to attention–

                          MORRIS
                          You lock the door, baby?
                          Let’s go!

                          They pile into the Caddy, pull out.

                          (51) EXT. HIGHWAY — NIGHT

                          The CADDY blazes by in the night. The
                          CITY LIGHTS glimmer spectacularly in the
                          distance.

                          (52) INT./EXT. CADDY — NIGHT

                          Jerome drives. Morris and Vanity sit in
                          the backseat. He gazes at her ardently–

                          MORRIS
                          Jerome!

                          Jerome snaps a look in the rear-view —

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                            Morris gives him a deft nod. Jerome
                            opens the glove compartment, searches
                            through the cassette tapes. He finds the
                            one he wants, snaps it into the player.
                            RESTAURANT AMBIANCE fills the car…

                            Note: The restaurant ambiance will grow
                            in volume, and will be followed by
                            exaggerated dinner music, punctuated
                            with strings and delicate cymbals. The
                            MUSIC plays throughout this scene — and
                            Morris times his words to the ebb and
                            flow of the piece to insure the proper
                            dramatic effect.

                            …dinner MUSIC begins–

                            JEROME
                            Cocktails before dinner?

                            MORRIS
                            Yes — two piña coladas.

                            VANITY
                            Uh…make mine a virgin.

                            JEROME
                            Okay…

                            Jerome braces his knees against the
                            wheel, pours two premixed coladas into
                            plastic glasses–

                            JEROME
                            (to Morris)
                            Will you be having a virgin as
                            well?

                            MORRIS
                            Ye-es! For dessert!!
                            Whawhak!

                            Jerome stifles a laugh, pours a rum
                            miniature into Morris’ glass. He hands
                            them back–

                            MORRIS
                            Thank you. Here you are,

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                              dear.

                              They savor their drinks — Morris’
                              fervor grows by leaps and bounds–

                              MORRIS
                              Jerome, uh, get your pad and
                              pencil, I think it’s gonna be
                              kinda right. If my judge of
                              character is correct, it’s
                              going to be about loving
                              tonight.
                              (a beat)
                              Stop me when I get to
                              seventeen.

                              Jerome places a pad by his side, pencil
                              at the ready. He settles the Caddy to a
                              cruising 55 — Morris looks deeply into
                              Vanity’s eyes–

                              MORRIS
                              Excuse me, baby…I bet you
                              didn’t know I had a piece of
                              this restaurant, did you?
                              (a beat)
                              May I taste that?

                              He takes Vanity’s drink, slurps a
                              little, burps–

                              MORRIS
                              Huh, excuse me, that’s kind of
                              weak…here, try mine.

                              She does, and begins coughing violently-

                              VANITY
                              Good God!

                              MORRIS
                              Y’know…they say that saliva
                              is an aphrodisiac.
                              (a beat)
                              You look so lovely tonight.

                              VANITY

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                                (couching)
                                Why…thank you.

                                MORRIS
                                Probably you’d look better
                                under exotic…red…liqhts.
                                (another though)
                                I wish you could see my home.
                                It’s…it’s so exciting.

                                He leans close to her, speaks in a soft,
                                sexy voice–

                                MORRIS
                                In my bedroom, I have a brass
                                waterbed …

                                VANITY
                                Oooh!

                                MORRIS
                                I have an Italian cook, Gino
                                Izogochograchi, or something
                                like that.

                                She giggles, looks at him deeply–

                                MORRIS
                                It’s funny…your eyes — when
                                you stare at me like that, it
                                causes my stomach to qui-
                                quiver. Oh, Lord…

                                An idea flashes across his mind–

                                MORRIS
                                Do you like diamonds?

                                VANITY
                                Uh, huh.

                                MORRIS
                                Yeah …?

                                VANITY
                                Yeah.

                                MORRIS

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                                  I know it’s rather masculine,
                                  but — try this one on.

                                  He slides a large glass diamond on her
                                  finger–

                                  VANITY
                                  Ohhh!

                                  MORRIS
                                  My God, darling it fits.

                                  He studies her hands closely–

                                  MORRIS
                                  You must have strong hands,
                                  but — they’re so soft…like
                                  oils in my bubble bath.
                                  (a beat)
                                  Damn …

                                  He leans close to her–

                                  MORRIS
                                  Darling…?

                                  VANITY
                                  Yeah…?

                                  MORRIS
                                  I’m not usually so forward,
                                  but — would you like to make
                                  love to me? I can make it so
                                  nice …

                                  She giggles freely, looks at him with
                                  big eyes–

                                  MORRIS
                                  Do you know what is meant by
                                  the words, huh, I hate to use
                                  them, they’re so harsh, so
                                  American…I mean, and yet on
                                  the other hand, they’re
                                  exciting words. The words…
                                  (pause)
                                  …chili sauce. Oh, Lord.
                                  (a beat)

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                                    MORRIS
                                    You know, I haven’t made love
                                    in so long, but with you I
                                    know it would be just like
                                    riding a bike. I’d remember
                                    everything I’ve ever learned.
                                    (a beat)
                                    Baby, if the kid can’t make
                                    you come, nobody can.

                                    Jerome checks off his pad–

                                    JEROME
                                    (whispers)
                                    Morris…!

                                    MORRIS
                                    Yeah…?

                                    JEROME
                                    Seventeen.

                                    Morris fixes Vanity with his half-
                                    lidded, pouty-lip look–

                                    MORRIS
                                    Huh, what’s it gonna to be
                                    baby?

                                    She’s on the spot, thinks fast–

                                    VANITY
                                    PULL OVER THERE!

                                    MORRIS
                                    What?!

                                    JEROME
                                    What?!

                                    VANITY
                                    Over there — that’s where I
                                    live.

                                    Jerome SKIDS the car to a stop. They’re
                                    directly in front of a slick, hi-rise
                                    apartment building–

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                                      MORRIS
                                      Here…?

                                      VANITY
                                      Yes.

                                      MORRIS
                                      Uh, what one is it?

                                      VANITY
                                      That one, right there, see?
                                      On the 14th floor.

                                      MORRIS
                                      It’s nice, huh?

                                      VANITY
                                      Oh, it’s great. Real pretty.
                                      Big open rooms, balconies,
                                      fireplace — the works.

                                      He smiles lovingly–

                                      MORRIS
                                      Jerome!

                                      Jerome puts the Caddy into
                                      gear, pulls off into the night-

                                      VANITY
                                      Hey, wait! C’mon!
                                      (a beat)
                                      Okay — where are you taking
                                      me?

                                      MORRIS
                                      Home.
                                      (smiling)
                                      You and me are a lot alike. – I
                                      like that. So, I’d like to
                                      help you out. I think I have
                                      something you may be
                                      interested, in.

                                      VANITY
                                      Oh yeah — what?

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                                        Jerome hands Morris a cassette — Morris
                                        waves it in front of her nose–

                                        MORRIS
                                        A little song and dance. That
                                        is, if you can sing and dance.

                                        VANITY
                                        (defensively)
                                        Prince is going to help me.

                                        Jerome and Morris suppress their laughter-

                                        JEROME
                                        Motherfucker needs a haircut.

                                        MORRIS
                                        Hee, hee, uh, excuse me. No
                                        he won’t. He’s never done
                                        anything in his whole life for
                                        anybody but himself.

                                        VANITY
                                        Guys better than you have
                                        promised me things before.

                                        MORRIS
                                        I know that’s right, but–

                                        Jerome hands him a card with an address
                                        on it. Morris hands the card to her–

                                        MORRIS
                                        (con’t)
                                        — not Morris Day.
                                        (he smiles)

                                        Jerome pulls up in front of her motel.
                                        Vanity reads the card–

                                        MORRIS
                                        Come by any time.

                                        (53) EXT. MOTEL/INT. CADDY — TWILIGHT

                                        She gets out of the car, stands on the

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                                          sidewalk. Morris pushes the window
                                          button — nothing happens–

                                          MORRIS
                                          Jerome!

                                          Jerome leans over, taps the glass — the
                                          window glides down–

                                          MORRIS
                                          (to Vanity)
                                          One more thing …

                                          Jerome snaps the glove compartment,
                                          hands Morris a neatly folded camisole.
                                          Morris presents it to her–

                                          MORRIS
                                          Here’s a little something for
                                          you. If you get cold when you
                                          wear it, call me.

                                          He snaps his fingers — Jerome pulls the
                                          Caddy away with a screech.

                                          (54) EXT. VANITY’S MOTEL — TWILIGHT

                                          Vanity stands on the sidewalk a moment,
                                          slightly bewildered and very amused.
                                          She watches the Cadillac screech around
                                          the bend. She turns, goes into the
                                          motel.

                                          PRINCE stands in the alleyway across the
                                          street, his motorcycle parked nearby.
                                          He watches as Vanity cuts inside.

                                          (55) INT. HALLWAY/VANITY’S MOTEL — DAWN

                                          She comes down the HALLWAY, opens her
                                          door with a key.

                                          (55A) INT. VANITY’S ROOM — DAWN

                                          She goes inside, drops the tape and card
                                          in her bureau. unfolding the camisole,
                                          she holds it against her, gazes into the
                                          mirror. It looks beautiful. Suddenly a

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                                            KNOCK at the door–

                                            VANITY
                                            Morris…?

                                            Another two KNOCKS, something like a
                                            confirmation. She smiles, cuts to the
                                            door, flings it open — but Prince is
                                            there. She’s shocked, but recovers
                                            instantly–

                                            VANITY
                                            I had a feeling it was you —
                                            I knew it! It’s amazing — I
                                            could tell it was you.

                                            His face remains placid as he puts on
                                            his sunglasses–

                                            PRINCE
                                            How’d you get home?

                                            VANITY
                                            Took a cab.

                                            PRINCE
                                            Oh yeah? Where’d you get
                                            that?

                                            She stares at the camisole in her hands-

                                            VANITY
                                            I adore camisoles.

                                            He nods dispassionately, walks into the
                                            room, gives the place the once over,
                                            then–

                                            PRINCE
                                            Let’s ride.

                                            (56) EXT. HIGHWAY — DAWN

                                            AERIAL SHOT
                                            Prince and Vanity on his motorcycle
                                            whipping down the highway. The DAWN
                                            LIGHT breaks over the horizon.

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                                              (57) EXT. ANOTHER HIGHWAY — DAWN

                                              A SERIES OF SHOTS
                                              Streaking down a two-lane blacktop
                                              obviously exhilarated by the velocity of
                                              their ride. The landscape becomes lush,
                                              the trees a riot of autumn splendor.

                                              (58) EXT. COUNTRY ROAD — DAWN

                                              ANOTHER ANGLE
                                              as Prince and Vanity whip up to the top
                                              of a small hill, skid to a stop. He
                                              scans the area quickly, gets his
                                              bearings. He pops the clutch, skids off
                                              to the valley below.

                                              (59) EXT. WOODS AND STREAM — DAWN

                                              PRINCE AND VANITY ride cautiously
                                              through a series of hiking paths, then
                                              twist down a small embankment. A STREAM
                                              flows before them. They climb off the
                                              bike, look around quietly–

                                              VANITY
                                              God, this is beautiful. It
                                              reminds me of where I grew up.
                                              My father used to …

                                              He waits for an answer, it’s not
                                              forthcoming–

                                              PRINCE
                                              Your father used to what…?

                                              VANITY
                                              Nothing…it’s just…
                                              (changes subject)
                                              You must like places like
                                              this.

                                              He goes to the stream, balances on
                                              several rocks, moves to the other side.
                                              The stream flows between them–

                                              VANITY

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                                                So, have you reconsidered my
                                                proposal?

                                                PRINCE
                                                What…?

                                                VANITY
                                                What we talked about last
                                                time.

                                                PRINCE
                                                You can’t be serious.

                                                She starts a little dance step, climaxes
                                                it with spins and twirls–

                                                VANITY
                                                Oh, come on — you know you
                                                really want to. You’ve been
                                                waiting for this opportunity
                                                …all…your…life…

                                                He can’t help laughing — she freezes,
                                                looks at him coldly–

                                                PRINCE
                                                I’m sorry — excuse me.

                                                VANITY
                                                God — so why do you come
                                                around? You don’t want to
                                                help me, not that you have to.
                                                You don’t want to sleep with
                                                me, not that you have to do
                                                that either. So why am I
                                                here?

                                                He smiles, walks off–

                                                VANITY
                                                There’s a lot of things you
                                                don’t know about me. You’d be
                                                surprised how many things I
                                                could do.

                                                He disappears around some trees–

                                                VANITY

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                                                  Take me home immediately! I
                                                  want to go home. I can’t
                                                  stand this! I can’t take this
                                                  anymore! Prince!

                                                  PRINCE moves through the trees smiling,
                                                  studying nature–

                                                  VANITY(O.S.)
                                                  I don’t need this! I was
                                                  doing alright before I met
                                                  you. Motherfucker, you need a
                                                  haircut!

                                                  He comes to a tree, leans against it
                                                  contentedly, studies the foliage.

                                                  VANITY paces back and forth frantically
                                                  along the stream–

                                                  VANITY
                                                  (to herself)
                                                  I don’t get this.
                                                  (yells)
                                                  Prince! Who do you think you
                                                  are?! You don’t care. You
                                                  don’t care about anything! I
                                                  never wanted you to help me
                                                  anyway!

                                                  PRINCE rests by the tree, observes TWO
                                                  HIKERS walking down the path toward him-

                                                  VANITY (0.S.)
                                                  You think you’re a good
                                                  musician?! You’re nothing!
                                                  Morris is better. I never
                                                  wanted to make it with you
                                                  anyway.

                                                  The Hikers pass him startled–

                                                  PRINCE
                                                  Good morning.

                                                  VANITY
                                                  PRINCE, I HATE YOU!

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                                                    HIKERS
                                                    Good morning, sir.

                                                    And they walk down the path, disappear around the bend.
                                                    Just then–

                                                    VANITY is standing by his side, a
                                                    wildflower in her hands–

                                                    VANITY
                                                    (softly)
                                                    I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have
                                                    said those things. Will you
                                                    forgive me?

                                                    PRINCE
                                                    (softly)
                                                    Yes.

                                                    He takes the flower, slips it into his
                                                    jacket, kisses her forehead.

                                                    (60) EXT. GLADE AND BARN — DAWN

                                                    as they ride down a leaf-strewn path and
                                                    pull to a stop near an old, weathered,
                                                    dilapidated BARN. It stands large and
                                                    silent like a painting. A low THUNDER
                                                    rolls across the land…

                                                    (61) INT. BARN — DAWN

                                                    DAWN LIGHT burns through the wooden
                                                    slats… STEAM rises from the wet hay
                                                    scattered throughout. The air is thick
                                                    and damp. It begins to RAIN.

                                                    Vanity stands in the middle of the barn,
                                                    gazing at the storm. Beads of
                                                    perspiration glisten on her forehead.
                                                    She turns slowly, watches as Prince
                                                    retrieves old blankets from a nearby
                                                    stall. Their eyes search one another
                                                    out, their breathing becomes short,
                                                    expectant. She hesitates a moment, then
                                                    pulls off her blouse, discards it to the
                                                    moist, dusty floor.

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                                                      (62) INT. BARN — DAY

                                                      ANOTHER ANGLE
                                                      RAIN patters strongly against the barn.
                                                      A deep THUNDER rolls. She’s on top of
                                                      him, moving deliciously, her body
                                                      glowing in the purple, dawn light.
                                                      Moist, purple water shadows streak and
                                                      course her skin as she moves slowly,
                                                      then deliberately against him. He
                                                      watches her avidly, his hands firmly on
                                                      her thighs, and thrusts into her again
                                                      and again…and again.

                                                      (62A) EXT. BARN — DAY

                                                      Leaves scatter as the bike whips thru
                                                      the wet path.

                                                      (63) EXT. STREETS, VANITY’S MOTEL — MORNING

                                                      The STREETS glisten with the rain.
                                                      Prince and Vanity pull up in front of
                                                      her motel. She hugs him fiercely, steps
                                                      off the bike, her face alive and fresh
                                                      as a flower. His eyes sparkle–

                                                      PRINCE
                                                      See you later?

                                                      VANITY
                                                      When?

                                                      PRINCE
                                                      Why?

                                                      VANITY
                                                      ‘Cause I have to do something
                                                      first.

                                                      PRINCE
                                                      What?

                                                      VANITY
                                                      (coyly)
                                                      A secret…

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