February 16, 2017 at 12:42 am #1221
‘Course it’s mine. Who else’s
is it goin’ to be? Got all
kinds of them. They’re
I’d like to see them. You got
them written down somewhere?
No, man — I don’t write them
down — don’t need to. That’s
the big difference between you
Thought you weren’t going to
play no more.
His Father looks at him sullenly, then
looks down, stares at the keys.
Prince’s eyes well with tears–
I saw Mom up the street. She
looked pretty bad. Any idea
how she got that way?
His Father bites his lip, rubs a
hand over his face, stares at the keys.
His voice comes with difficulty–
I got a girlfriend.
You gonna get married?
I don’t know.
His Father shares a hurtful look with
him, then stares darkly at the floor
below–February 16, 2017 at 12:44 am #1222
Never get married.
(82) INT. CLUB — NIGHT
The CLUB is THROBBING. Prince is
onstage, stripped to the waist, SWEAT
seeping from his pores in torrents.
He’s deep into the pit of “Computer
Blue, ” locked into a provocative,
obscene graphic with Wendy. She’s on her
knees in front of him, his crotch moving
directly in front of her lips. She’s
made up fiercely, looks like Prince
himself. The total effect is unnerving
— Prince is going down on himself.
Billy Sparks stands by the bar pretty
upset. Jill stands slack-jawed. The
KIDS have stopped dancing, drinking —
They’re staring at the display…shaking
their heads confused…
The BEAT is SAVAGE. Prince is in his
own world, living his own private hell.
Suddenly the MUSIC crescendos, then
winds down like a roller coaster
sweeping everyone along. The BEAT
changes radically. He turns his back to
the audience and plays …
…and we suddenly recognize the MUSIC
as his Father’s — the song he played on
the piano the night before. But it’s
Prince’s now, stamped with his own
signature. He’s bent at the waist, his
back to the audience, alone with his
father’s, and his, pain.
The CROWD fidgets…Billy Sparks fastens
his eyes on Prince angrily.
(83) EXT. CLUB/INT. MORRIS’ CAR (1ST AVE. ST. BAR) — NIGHT
KIDS are hanging out in front of the
club. The usual queue, however, is
noticeably absent.February 16, 2017 at 12:44 am #1223
The yellow Caddy sweeps up. Jerome is
at the wheel, Morris and Vanity sit in
the back. Morris is dressed elegantly,
resplendent in a 5O’s-style suit. She’s
beautiful in a sleek black dress, with
long black gloves, and heels–
What are we doing here,
What do you mean?
I don’t want to be here. I
don’t want to hurt anybody.
It’s not about hurting
anybody. This is business.
We can use the exposure.
Just then Brenda and Susan come up to
the car excitedly. Brenda is dressed in
a 40’s-style dress, Susan wears a form-
fitting leopard one. They both look
Hi — you coming in?
Their excitement and nervousness is
endearing. Vanity’s heart goes out to
them. She forces a smile, climbs out
Your horns are showing,
Yeah…but they’re holding up
(84) INT. CLUB — NIGHTFebruary 16, 2017 at 12:45 am #1224
Prince is on-stage, deep into the
closing moments of “Computer Blue.” He
paces back and forth frantically, still
locked in his own private hell. The
Crowd’s attention has wandered, however,
and very few remain on the dance floor,
finding it too much trouble to keep up
with the changing shifts in the music.
Even his band members are edgy, casting
quick looks to each other, wishing to
get on with more compelling audience-
as Billy Sparks shakes hands with Morris
and Jerome and is introduced to Vanity
Six for the first time. We can tell by
his reaction that he likes what he sees.
He kisses Brenda and Susan, saves a
special squeeze for Vanity herself. He
escorts the whole group to a table
across the floor. Vanity brings up the
rear, casts a quick look to Prince
fastens on her and brings “Computer
Blue” to a rousing end. The Crowd
applauds, but it’s more out of respect
than eagerness. He doesn’t seem to
notice though, or care. He confers
quickly with his group., then moves
center-stage. The Band Members trade
frustrated looks with each other — it’s
obvious that they have some trouble with
the next song…
Prince presses his lips to the mike, and
the MUSIC starts. He begins SINGING
I knew a girl named Nicky,
I guess you can say she was a
I met her in a hotel lobby
masturbating in magazines.
She said, How’d you like toFebruary 16, 2017 at 12:45 am #1225
waste some time,
And I could not resist
When I saw little Nicky grind.
shoots a fierce look to Prince, helps
Morris, Jerome and the Girls to their
table. Vanity is watching Prince, a
puzzled look on her face–
Hee, hee…little empty
tonight, huh, Billy. But I
guess money isn’t everything.
Jerome busts up–
Oh no… that’s cold…
But Billy agrees–
The Duke of Dick is in rare
They all look toward the stage–
is fastened on Vanity and it’s apparent
to all. He launches into the next verse-
She took me to her castle
And I could not believe my
She had so many devices
Everything that money could
Sign your name on the dotted
The lights went out,
And Nicky started to grind.
flushes with embarrassment. Billy andFebruary 16, 2017 at 12:46 am #1226
Morris notice this and glare at Prince.
looks dead-center at them, and then to
I woke up the next morning.
Nicky wasn’t there.
I looked all ov’r all I found
Was a phone number on the
It said thank you for a funky
Call me up when ev’r you want
stands suddenly, fighting back tears.
She backs from the table quickly, knocks
the chair over. Morris tries to help
her, but she sweeps past him, hurrying
for the exit.
(85) INT. STAIRWAY/EXT. STREET — NIGHT
as she comes down the stairs stumbling
slightly, tears streaming down her face.
Chick sees her, reached out to help–
But she pulls away, runs out the door,
cuts across the street.
(86) INT. CLUB — NIGHT
brings the SONG to a blistering end.
The stage is plunged into darkness. He
strips off his guitar, cuts from the
stage, ignoring the grave looks from his
(87) INT. HALLWAY — NIGHT
as Prince twists aggressively past aFebruary 16, 2017 at 12:46 am #1227
handful of FANS, rudely disregarding
their attention. He Cuts into the
(88) INT. DRESSING ROON — NIGHT
He’s agitated, paces back and forth in a
frenzy. Suddenly the DOOR flies open.
Billy Sparks enters angrily–
What the fuck’s wrong with
I don’t have time for your
bullshit, Billy. What do you
My stage is no place for your
That’s life, man.
Life my ass, motherfucker!
This is a business, and you’re
not too far gone to see that.
I’ve told you this before.
You’re not pulling them in
like you used to. The only
person who gives a fuck about
your music is yourself.
But Billy can’t help laughing–
Just like your old man…
Prince shoots him a threatening look–
BILLYFebruary 16, 2017 at 12:47 am #1228
Yeah — you got it. Tell me
You’re not blind. Look around
you. No one’s digging you.
Prince turns away–
Look at your band. Are they
in here right now? They’re
out there ’cause they can’t
stand being in the same room
What a fucking waste…like
father, like son–
Lay off that!
Billy turns to go–
Take your head out of your
ass, Prince, check it out —
unless you like the view up
there. Your music doesn’t
make sense to anyone but
He closes the door behind him. Prince
stands dully a moment, then sits heavily
in a chair. Exhaustion suddenly
overwhelms him. He rests his head in
his hands, moments tick by…
He shakes himself awake — Morris and
Jerome stand by the door–
That was fucked up what you
did man. Morris doesn’t like
it. And being a part of this –
– I don’t like it either.
I don’t care.February 16, 2017 at 12:48 am #1229
Hee, hee…huh, it’s obvious
you don’t have what it takes
to be on top.
He pulls an envelope from his pocket–
But to show you that I’m
sympathetic to your problems –
– here’s a pass to our show
tomorrow night. Enjoy it.
They leave. Then Morris sticks his head
into the doorway–
Don’t forget to bring a
(89) EXT. THE TASTE — NIGHT
COMMOTION. CARS are THICK in front of
THE TASTE, a small NIGHTCLUB located in
the poorer part of the city. Because of
its location, The Taste books different
dance bands four nights a week and then
hosts a Variety Night the remaining two.
Aspiring comedians, dancers and jugglers
flock to Variety Night, desirous of
trying their material in front of a live
audience — and hoping to catch the
discerning eye of a talent scout on the
Billy Sparks pulls up to the curb, gets
out with a beautiful WOMAN and cuts
(90) INT. BACKSTAGE, THE TASTE — NIGHT
Jerome stands BACKSTAGE fidgeting
nervously, staring appreciatively at the
closed dressing room door. Various
PEOPLE in COSTUMES pass by sporadically.
Suddenly a burst of APPLAUSE and
LAUGHTER wafts into the hallway. Jerome
walks to the curtain and peers out–February 16, 2017 at 12:48 am #1230
(91) INT. THE TASTE — NIGHT
Billy Sparks and his Girlfriend being
seated at a front table. A COMEDIAN is
on stage juggling KNIVES and HATCHETS.
The CROWD is ROARING their approval.
(92) INT. BACKSTAGE — THE TASTE — NIGHT
Just then a CLOWN passes Jerome, stops,
and hands him a flower. Jerome tries to
smile, but his nervousness is simply too
strong. The Clown hands him another
flower, trying to elicit a favorable
response. Jerome is patient, but
attempts to ignore the Clown in a polite
way, indicating he’d rather be alone.
The Clown persists, however, going
through a little routine, handing him
flower after flower…
Suddenly Jerome throws them into the
air, grabs the Clown by the throat and
flings him headlong down the hallway.
The Clown gives Jerome the finger and
walks off in a huff.
cuts from the dressing room, closes the
door behind him. He joins Jerome at the
curtain, and they move down the back
stairway to the CLUB–
I guess this is it.
I guess so, M.D.
I think I’m going to be sick.
Why does this have to be
happening to me? Has it
crossed your mind that we’re
about to make the biggestFebruary 16, 2017 at 12:49 am #1231
mistake we’ve ever made?
I don’t think it’s all that
That’s why I do all the
(93) INT. THE TASTE — NIGHT
as Billy Sparks spots Morris, waves. Morris manages a weak
smile, offers a half-hearted wave back. Just then we HEAR a
fierce DRUM BEAT, and–
Ladies and Gentlemen, please
welcome Vanity Six.
He sits quickly, followed by Jerome —
they both put on sunglasses.
A HUSH descends over the CROWD. The
CURTAIN rises slowly…and Brenda, Susan
and Vanity are frozen in a provocative,
vampy stance. Their effect on the
audience is galvanizing — the Crowd
bursts into APPLAUSE and WHISTLES–
Wearing sexy lingerie and moving
seductively to the beat, the Girls
launch into “Sex Shooter” with complete
abandon. The MUSIC is slick and fierce,
the Girls sexy and sure. Wearing black
bikini panties, black tails and boots,
Vanity dances center-stage and begins
SINGING. She’s mesmerizing, her look so
alluring, so profound that the audienceFebruary 16, 2017 at 12:50 am #1232
sits slack-jawed in amazement. The
SPOTLIGHT is hers and she soaks it in,
radiating a sexiness that has the
audience at her feet. The entire
concept — dress, dance, music and
staging — is overwhelming, with just
the right degree of playfulness to allow
the Crowd easy passage into the fantasy
world the Girls create. Brenda and
Susan play off her wonderfully, sharing
secret looks with the Crowd, balancing
the wickedness of the act with an
innocence that is enticing. They’re
working strongly as a unit now, the
AUDIENCE roaring their approval…
and Jerome are beside themselves with
happiness. The pull off their shades
immediately, sit back and glow in the
stands in the back, his eyes glued to
Vanity. Her strength and sureness in
front of the Crowd is breathtaking. The
audience loves her and he suddenly feels
very alone — as if another wall has
gone up between them. He looks away a
moment and spots…
…Morris looking at him with a self-
satisfied, triumphant grin on his face.
Prince looks away, moves out of his
“Sex Shooter” comes to an end. The
stage is plunged into darkness. The
CROWD goes WILD, leaps to their feet,
begging for more. The Girls, slightly
over-whelmed by the response and
flushing deep red, hold one another
tightly and take repeated bows.
watches the Girls bowing to thunderous
APPLAUSE. Suddenly Vanity looks at him
and touches the earring she’s wearing —February 16, 2017 at 12:51 am #1233
it’s his Mother’s. His knees weaken
instantly, and he locks eyes with her.
The heat between them is unmistakable.
She smiles vividly, gives him an
endearing wave and steps back as the
He’s MOVING through the Crowd before he
knows it, trying to get to the backstage
door. The Crowd is thick, his path
momentarily blocked. He spots Billy
Sparks cutting across the floor and
congratulating Morris and Jerome.
Prince turns from them, tries once again
to make his way through the Crowd.
(94) INT. DRESSING ROOM, AND HALLWAY — THE TASTE — NIGHT
and the Girls rush into the dressing
room and jump up and down with
excitement. They are beside themselves
with happiness, kissing and hugging one
another avidly. Suddenly Vanity pulls
away, indicates she will be back and
cuts out the room.
as she runs down the hallway to the
backstage area, peers from behind the
curtain, scanning the club earnestly.
(95) IN’T. — THE TASTE — NEAR CURTAIN — NIGHT
as Prince waits impatiently in the long
line. Billy Sparks comes by, spots him
Morris is squeezing you,
kiddo. You better kick ass
tomorrow night or else.
He cuts outside, disappears into the
Crowd. Prince stands there steaming,
the wind knocked out of him, his joy a
memory. He turns back to the line, but
it has grown, the Crowd now jammed upFebruary 16, 2017 at 12:51 am #1234
against the door. Frustrated, he cuts
as Vanity watches Prince leave. A
profound sadness sweeps her face.
Suddenly Susan is by her Side, hugging
and kissing her happily. Brenda runs
up, pouring champagne. Morris, Jerome
and The Time are at the end of the
hallway and beckon her excitedly into
the room. Vanity forces a smile, goes
down the hallway, casting another look
at the exit door.
(96) EXT. BACK ALLEY, THE TASTE — NIGHT
Morris and Vanity stagger down the ALLEY
obviously very drunk. Morris pulls from
a FLASK. Vanity is still in her
lingerie, wears an open coat over it.
Her speech is slurred–
Did you hear these people
applauding? They loved us —
they wanted to rip us apart,
and this is just our first
night. I can see it now,
we’re all going to be big
stars. I can feel it.
Ain’t nobody bad like me.
She kisses him spontaneously on the
Morris, you’re a genius.
He fixes her with a sexy look, takes a
healthy look from his flask, then gives
it too her. Vanity throws her headFebruary 16, 2017 at 12:51 am #1235
back, drinks fully, the liquor coursing
over her cheeks. He devours her with
his eyes, opens the door to the Caddy–
Let’s go, Babe.
She stops as if remembering something–
Huh, where’s Jerome?
In his skin…hee, hee…
He’s trying to nudge her into the Caddy-
Is he coming?
I gave him the night off.
He staggers back from the car, undulates
his hips wantonly–
She busts up. Just then a MOTORCYCLE
can be heard off screen. They look
around drunkenly, trying to discern its
direction. Suddenly Prince BLASTS
around the corner FULL OUT! He streaks
by Morris and KICKS him flat on his ass
into the garbage–
Oh, no — Oh, God…No!
Prince skids to a slick stop. Vanity is
transfixed. The entire episode took
less than five seconds. He twists theFebruary 16, 2017 at 12:52 am #1236
throttle, BLASTS down upon her…
She breaks in a panic! She runs
clumsily down another alley, her coat
flying. He WHIPS after her like a
madman. She flies around the corner —
a dead end! He fishtails to a slick
There’s no way out! Suddenly she lets
out an excited YELP, jumps on. He guns
the bike, BURSTS up the alley. Morris
jumps into his path drunkenly, his arms
But Prince BLAZES down upon him, sending
him slipping and sliding to safety. He
BLASTS around the bend–
Motherfucker! You long-haired
(97) EXT. HIGHWAY TO EMBANKMENT — NIGHT
Prince and Vanity WHIPPING down the
(98) EXT. EMBANKMENT — NIGHT
They streak down the road, slow, then
move down a small embankment. He stops
the bike and gets off. She’s in a foul
mood, staggers around dully, her head
pounding, her speech slurred–
So here we are again. So this
is it, huh? What do you want
He looks at her painfully, upset aboutFebruary 16, 2017 at 12:53 am #1237
her drunken state–
What’s your problem now?
What’s your main problem?
No problem. I just wanted to
talk, alright? I just want us
to be okay, to really get
along. No big deal.
She cackles, falls flat on her ass,
hoists herself up–
No big deal, huh…
She pulls Morris’ FLASK from her jacket
— his eyes blacken–
Give me that.
No, definitely not. Who are
you? You can’t tell me what
She puts it to her lips–
Please don’t drink that. Give
it to me.
She holds the flask to her lips
defiantly, then goes to drink.
He lashes out suddenly, SMASHES it from
her grip. She SCREAMS wildly, SLAPS him
hard across the face. He stands shocked
a moment, his rage surging within him,
smashing through every safety valve he’s
acquired in his life. He BACKHANDS her
savagely across the jaw.
She hits the ground like a rag doll. He
looks at her curiously, bends over her –February 16, 2017 at 12:54 am #1238
– she sucker-punches him with everything
she’s got! He SCREAMS in rage and grabs
her hands as they flail about his face.
He squeezes her fingers back while the
tears stream down her cheeks and her
mouth forms a silent “ow”! She bares
her teeth angrily and he sucks at her
mouth, biting and kissing her in a fever
She kicks at him violently, hot tears
streaming down her cheeks. He jams his
leg between hers, rubs it firmly against
her bottom. She struggles helplessly
against him as he covers her breasts,
her stomach, her thighs with his lips.
Quick breaths escape from her — her
breathing begins to race…
He snaps her panties in two, pulls them
from between her legs. She spreads
herself as he releases his pants. She
squeezes his buttocks, pulls him toward
her — but Prince resists her coldly,
regards her with contempt. Suddenly he
flips her onto her stomach, forces her
to stand painfully on her knees. He
rubs his hand between her buttocks, then
thrusts into her painfully, driving
himself to the very depths of her…
…but she stifles a cry, arches her
back, and meets his thrusts fiercely,
moving quicker and quicker, banging her
buttocks against his thighs again and
again. She’s drawing from him now,
turning the humiliation around,
obtaining all that she needs and
desires. He’s powerless — her thrusts
set the pace. She rises, Prince still
inside her and tugs on him rapidly,
causing him to ejaculate suddenly,
drawing from him a sharp and sudden
She moves away, draws her coat tightly
about her, fixes him with a contemptuous
look–February 16, 2017 at 12:54 am #1239
You’re nothing, Prince,
absolutely nothing. You think
you’re so special — but deep
down you’re just like all the
Your whole life you’ve been
hiding, hiding behind your
music. But now you don’t even
have that, because last
night…last night you used it
to hurt someone, someone who
She runs up the embankment, wipes away
her tears, faces him–
If you put your hands on me
like that ever again, I’ll be
the last person you touch.
She pulls off his Mother’s earring,
throws it at him. Tears flowing, she
streaks into the HIGHWAY blindly,
directly into the path of a SPEEDING CAR-
spots her in his HEADLIGHTS, SLAMS on
his brakes! He SKIDS wildly across the
road, comes to a SCREECHING, BURNING
stop inches from her thigh!
shoots a look at Prince, her lips
trembling, her love for him, written
plainly on her face. But his eyes flash
defiantly. She bites her lip sadly,
then snaps a hot look at the Driver–
I need a ride.
She cuts around the car, hops in. TheFebruary 16, 2017 at 12:55 am #1240
Driver skids off into the night. Prince
stands there trembling, watches as it
disappears into the distance.
(99) EXT. PRINCE’S HOUSE — NIGHT
Prince pulls up to the wooden gate, cuts
the motor, gets off. He walks wearily
across the porch, moves to the front
door — it’s wide open. He thinks
nothing of it, cuts into the house,
closes it behind him.
(100) INT. PRINCE’S HOUSE — GROUND FLOOR — NIGHT
He stands by the door motionless, a
curious look on his face. The STEREO is
on, the NEEDLE skipping monotonously
along the record. His mouth opens into
Silence. A sudden dread courses through
him, leaving a hollow in his stomach.
His feet are like lead. He moves
heavily into the room–
Nothing. Panic sets in. He STREAKS
down the hallway, twists open the
bedroom door — it’s empty. Blue NIGHT
LIGHT glows through the windows.
CURTAINS play delicately in the breeze.
He’s thoughtful, walks back into the
…the COFFEE TABLE is SMASHED. He
looks at it curiously, wondering
stupidly if it had always been like
that. Then sudden bolt of fear makes
his head swim. A lamp, a porcelain
dish, some knickknacks on the mantle —February 16, 2017 at 12:55 am #1241
all smashed. He rushes into the
kitchen, looks around crazily–
Nothing but the decay of his scream.
The BASEMENT door is ajar. He cuts to
it quickly, pulls it open, peers
frantically into the darkness below. He
snaps ON the light…
(102) EXT. PRINCE’S HOUSE — NIGHT
SIRENS! The SCENE is a riot of COLOR
and FRENZY. A POLICE CAR, LIGHTS
FLASHING, skids into the drive.
NEIGHBORS jam the STREETS. POLICE CARS
are parked all around.
(103) INT. BASEMENT, PRINCE’S HOUSE — NIGHT
CHAOS! The BASEMENT is PACKED with
COPS. Prince’s father is strapped into
a gurney, staring dully at the ceiling.
PHOTOGRAPHERS snap pictures as
PARAMEDICS work feverishly over him.
I.V. UNITS are pushed into his veins.
An OXYGEN MASK is placed over his nose
and mouth. Huge white bandages are
bunched up along the back of his head.
His Mother is kneeling by the gurney,
crying hysterically, grasping his hands
in a white panic. TWO COPS support her.
Someone is SHOUTING instructions.
RADIOS crackle incessantly. A MEDIC
And the gurney is hoisted up the stairs
quickly, the bulk of the crowd
following, his Mother supported as she
ascends the stairs.February 16, 2017 at 12:56 am #1242
Prince sits on a tattered sofa in the
corner, his head bowed. Cops standing
and kneeling beside him. Somebody
finished taking notes, closes his pad.
One Cop rests a hand on his shoulder,
talks to him in soft tones. Prince
shakes his head slightly. The Cop gives
the group a signal and everyone
disperses, moves up the stairs. The Cop
looks at him sympathetically, then
closes the door behind him.
(104) INT. BASEMENT — NIGHT
sits motionless a long time. Moonlight
floods the basement with a foreboding
light. A dog BARKS somewhere in the
distance. He looks up suddenly, his
face agitated, his eyes red from tears.
CHALK MARKS on the floor outlining the
body of his Father. There’s a GUN in
his Father’s hand clearly marked.
A train WHISTLE in the distance. He’s
staring at the gun. He shakes his head,
rubs a hand over his face vigorously and
looks up again…
…the GUN in his Father’s hand. He
can’t get it out of his mind! The
WHISTLE is CLOSER.
He lurches to his feet, paces back and
forth crazily. His Father’s head, the
The WHISTLE is LOUDER.
He throws himself into the chair, buries
his face deeply into his hands and
cries. Huge racking sobs spasm through
his body. His Father, his Mother, his
entire life, his music, his guitar…
He looks up suddenly — the gun in hisFebruary 16, 2017 at 12:57 am #1243
..and he stares at it.
The WHISTLE is LOUDER!
His heart is pounding in his ears. He
squeezes them shut, looks up…
He bolts to his feet, paces back and
forth in a panic! The train is HOWLING!
A rope in the corner of the room, his
face, the gun…
He sits dully, gazes at the rope as if
in a trance. The TRAIN is ROARING past
the house, it’s HORN BLASTING. The
rope, the gun, and his body dangling
from the rafters in the night breeze–
He lurches to his feet, cuts through the
basement like a madman. He grabs a
stick and starts SLASHING things
crazily, moving through the room
swinging his stick wildly again and
He’s lost to himself now, deep in the
pit of an unknown terror, expurgating a
horror that has been festering in him
for years. He flings his stick at the
wall, upends shelves and bureaus,
trampling old memories that have lain
dormant for years.
Drawer after drawer is flung against the
wall, their contents smashing and
scattering about. He opens a large,
oaken chest and flips over. Thick three
inch piles of yellowed paper fall out.
He snaps through the rubber bands
holding them together and flings theFebruary 16, 2017 at 12:57 am #1244
paper at the wall again and again…
…he stops suddenly, shocked. He SEES
musical notes written down on the paper.
his heart pounding in his chest, he
searches frantically through the rubble
scattered about him. More and more
musical notes, sketched ideas, simple
melodies, entire songs and scores — all
meticulously recorded on lined yellowed
paper, dated for the last 20 years, and
signed…by his Father. He’s shocked to
a standstill. Then the full
significance of what’s before him hits
him like a sledgehammer. He collapses
in agony against the chest, tears
flowing down his cheeks.
(105) INT. BASEMENT — A SERIES OF SHOTS (NIGHT INTO DAY)
Prince lying outstretched on the
basement floor, sleeping fitfully,
feverishly. His body is lathered in
sweat, the droplets glisten in the pale
Cool, gray dawn. He’s in a dead sleep
on the floor, his arms outstretched, his
legs twisted beneath him. His Father’s
outline seemingly rests by his side…
Just then the basement window begins to
glow with SUNLIGHT. It inches slowly
across the floor, then sweeps him
majestically, bathing him in its warmth.
He wakes slowly, stretches his limbs
like an opening flower. After a moment
he sits up, shades his eyes…
The basement is littered with debris.
The destruction is complete, but in the
midst of it lies his Father’s music.
The yellow parchment is scattered about
glowing in the sunlight…
Something seems to flash across his
mind. he stands, moves quickly down theFebruary 16, 2017 at 12:58 am #1245
hallway to the antechamber…
Suddenly we HEAR a TAPE REWINDING.
After a moment…MUSIC and we
immediately recognize it as Lisa’s and
Wendy’s SONG. It plays a moment, then
snaps off abruptly. He stands locked in
thought, then sits behind the piano,
hunts for the first few notes of Lisa’s
and Wendy’s song…
(105A) INT. HOSPITAL ROOM — NIGHT
Prince’s Father is lying on the bed,
sleeping peacefully. A large bandage is
wrapped along the back of his head. His
Mother sits by his side, her forehead
resting on the covers, her hands holding
his. She’s in deep sleep, and it’s
obvious at once that she’s been by his
side the entire time…
Prince steps from the shadows of the
room and gazes at them fighting back the
emotion that wells within him. He leans
close and kisses them both gently then–
Let’s bring them back! Ladies
and gentlemen, The Time!
(106) INT. CLUB (1ST AVE. ST. BAR) — NIGHT
The CROWD goes WILD! Morris, Jerome and
the Time return to the stage to a
frenzied throng. The PLACE is PACKED,
the CROWD applauding like MAD! LASER
LIGHTS strobe the house in a frenzy.
It’s a glorious night, and Morris struts
back and forth imperialistically criss-
crossing the stage like a lion, urging
the audience on. He grabs a mike–
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