Wayne Smith - Purple Rain - Original Script lyrics

P U R P L E R A I N Screenplay by Albert Magnoli Formerly Dreams by William Blinn Scanned & Edited by loves**y (loves**y@umich.edu) Cyberpublished by P.L.T.T. (pltt@umich.edu) ------------------------------------------------------------------- (1) Black Screen SOUND under: MUSIC building in INTENSITY as-- PRINCE (over) Dearly belov`ed, We are gathered here today To get through this thing called life. Electric word life, It means forever and that's a mighty long time. But I'm here to tell you that there's something else -- The afterworld. Then huge CU of EYES opening, gazing into mirror, HAND applying makeup, sudden BLACKNESS, then-- PRINCE (con't) That's right...a world of never-ending happiness, You can always see the sun -- Day or night. BURN IN MAIN TITLE: PURPLE RAIN PRINCE (con't) So when you call up that shrink in Beverly Hills, You know the one -- Doctor Everything'll Be Alright-- Instead of asking him how much of your mind is left, Ask him how much of your time, `Cause in this life, Things are much harder than in the afterworld, In this life, You're on your own. Now, pulsating COLOR -- FLASHES of hot, white LIGHT... PRINCE (con't) And if de-elevator tries to bring you down, Go crazy, punch a higher floor. and the BEAT provocative now, relentless, BUILDING with fierce intent to-- (2) INT. CLUB (1ST AVE. ST. BAR) -- NIGHT The MECCA! The last stop for a band before national fame. The HUGE cavernous HALL is PACKED! PEOPLE are DANCING like MAD! VIDEO SCREENS with WILD GRAPHICS hang suspended from the ceilings. Beautiful WAITRESSES criss-cross the floor in a frenzy. PRINCE is CENTER-STAGE -- LIPS caressing the mike, black, lustrous hair shining, eyes dancing -- SINGING "Let's Get Crazy" as the CROWD pulsates beneath the LASER LIGHTS. The MUSIC continues as we ... CUT TO: (3) EXT. STREETS #1 -- NIGHT A TAXI pulls UP with a SCREECH. VANITY slouches in the backseat. Black boots, black skin-tight pants, and a mane of thick, black hair presents a beautiful and imposing figure. Her eyes are large and dark -- her look open and ripe. She knows what she's got, and doesn't make any excuses for it -- but the fact is she's scared as hell, possessing a vulnerability that surprises her by its suddenness. An expensive gold chain is fastened on one boot. She scrounges through her bag -- pulls out her remaining cash. It's drastically short of what she owes and she knows it. She tosses it onto the front seat, JUMPS from the cab, streaks across the street. The CABBIE lets out a YELL and JUMPS out after her. "Let's Get Crazy" continues as we ... CUT TO: (4) INT. SHOWER, MORRIS' APT. -- NIGHT MORRIS DAY stands in the shower, steam whirling about his face. He's 22 years old, matinee-idol s**y with large, dark, bedroom eyes. He headlines a slick techno-funk group called THE TIME which sports gangster suits and wide-brimmed hats. He's gifted with a wealth of self- laudatory humor which he uses like a knife, moving through life with a calm, but ruthless grace. Make no mistake, Morris is nobody's fool. His seeming out-raceousness, his charm -- every move he makes is for a calculated effect. He knows exactly what the ladies need, and doesn't mind reminding them should they forget ... He breaks into a wide grin. Hair standing up like Don King, he wipes off a hand mirror, regards himself unabashedly as he brushes his teeth. "Let's Get Crazy" continues as we... CUT TO: (5) INT. BASEMENT, PRINCE'S HOME -- NIGHT Prince sits in front of the mirror, finishes applying his makeup. Black hair flowing, eyes wide and fantastic, he regards himself a moment before jumging up. He puts on a high-collared overcoat, grabs his guitar moves quickly to the basement window. He hoists himself through it, disappears into the night. "Let's Get Crazy" continues as we ... CUT TO: (6) EXT. CORNER, STREETS #1 -- NIGHT A POLICE CAR, lights FLASHING, sits at the curb. A small CROWD has rathered about. The Cabbie stands on the sidewalk gesticulating angrily to a COP. Vanity stands by the police car, obviously board, another COP by her side. Her eyes are fastened on a good- looking BUSINESSMAN standing nearby... A silent negotiation seems to be going on. Understanding wafts between them like a pa**ing breeze. Without taking his eyes off her, the Businessman approaches the Cabbie, starts talking ... "Let's Get Crazy" continues as we... CUT TO: (7) INT. MORRIS' BEDROOM -- NIGHT Morris moves lasciviously into the BEDROOM wearing a red muscle T-shirt, orange baggy shorts, and green knee-hi socks fastened to garters. A yellow bandanna holds up his hair. The bedroom is a MESS. A VACUUM CLEANER stands like a sentry in the middle of the floor. He turns it on, blazes a path to his closet. He yanks out a well- pressed suit, holds it against him, strikes a s**y, half-lidded pose only a mother could love-- MORRIS (awed) Oh, Lord ... "Let's Get Crazy" continues as we ... CUT TO: (8) EXT. CLUB (1ST AVE. ST. BAR) -- NIGHT The STREETS are swollen with TRAFFIC. KIDS are packed onto the sidewalk, waiting to get into the club. Prince, riding his MOTORCYCLE, weaves between jammed cars, then blasts down a narrow alley leading to the rear entrance. His guitar is slung across his back. He chains up his bike, moves past a CROWD of KIDS, cuts inside. 'Let's Get Crazy" continues as we ... CUT TO: (9) EXT. STREETS #2 -- NIGHT A SEVILLE sweeps to a stop. The Businessman is at the wheel. Vanity steps from the car languidly and offers a curt wave goodbye. The car pulls away. She stands serenely a moment as the CAR twists around the corner. She grabs her bag, rushes into a dark alley. She pulls a handful of CASH from her pocket, counts through it quickly. 'Let's Get Crazy" -continues as we ... CUT TO: (10) EXT. MORRIS' APARTMENT -- NIGHT The DOOR opens -- Morris steps confidently into the night. The change in his appearance is breathtaking. A cashmere coat is draped over his shoulders, a white scarf hangs loosely about his neck. Wearing a sharp, gangster-style suit, his hair is a pompadour, and Stacy Adams on his feet - - Morris is the very picture of elegance. He doesn't just walk to the curb, he slides -- his promenade punctuated with a dip at the knees you could snap your fingers to. JEROME is at the curb, buffing down the bumper of a yellow, 1970 Fleetwood Cadillac. Jerome is solidly built, smooth-faced handsome with a boyish charm all his own. He's a member of The Time, and acts as Morris' chauffeur, valet, and all-purpose shadow. He moves quickly to the door, holds it open as Morris settles himself into the backseat. He closes it with a flair, hops behind the wheel, pulls out. 'Let's Get Crazy" continues as we... CUT TO: (11) INT. DRESSING ROOM, CLUB -- NIGHT Prince is BACKSTAGE, practicing spins in front of the mirror. The other MEMBERS of his CROUP are scattered throughout the room. BOBBY sits off to the side, his drumsticks tapping against his knee. MATT puts on his doctor's smock. LISA and WENDY finish applying their makeup. MARK runs his fingers up and down the neck of his ba** guitar. Suddenly a STAGEHAND pokes his head into the room, holds the door open as Prince and his band cut quickly to the stage. 'Let's Get Crazy' continues as we... CUT TO: (12) INT. MOTEL ROOM -- NIGHT The DOOR opens -- A LIGHT goes on. Vanity stands in the hallway, peers cautiously into a squalid, rundown room. She hesitates briefly, seems to sigh, then indicates she will take it. The MANAGER closes the door as he leaves. She stands a moment, surveys the room. A bed and bureau, sink, a chair, hotplate -- simply the essentials. She pulls a dress from her bag, a pair of hi- heels, some gloves, underwear. She hangs the dress on a rod, places the shoes beneath it, arranges the rest in a bureau drawer. She looks around once more -- flowered wallpaper peels from the walls. She rushes to the window, tears open the shutters -- iron bars obstruct her view... (13) EXT. CLUB -- NIGHT (VANITY'S POV) ... KIDS are crowded in front of the CLUB. A YELLOW CADDY SCREECHES up in front. TRAFFIC is jammed all around. The night is electric -- the scene beckons ... (14) INT. VANITY'S HALLWAY -- NIGHT She runs from the room, cuts down the hallway, slanming the door behind her ... "Let's Get Crazy" continues as we... CUT TO: (15) EXT. CLUB (1st AVE. ST. BAR) -- NIGHT Jerome opens the door of the CADDY, helps Morris out. The CROWD recognizes them immediately, rushes in for a closer look. Morris loves the attention, plays to their enthusiasm with a relish. Jerome snaps a comb into his hand, holds up a pocket mirror ... Morris combs his hair dramatically, the Crowd encouraging him on. Jerome gives him the OK sign, ushers him into the club. "Let's Get Crazy" continues as we... CUT TO: (16) INT. CLUB (1st AVE. ST. BAR) -- NIGHT Prince onstage performing "Let's Get Crazy." He's locked into a guitar solo, moving provocatively with Wendy. The CROWD is packed onto the DANCE FLOOR, thick against the stage. Jerome makes his way through the crowd, blazing a path for Morris who is surrounded by a dozen BABES. Occasionally Morris glances at Prince -- discloses by his look that he doesn't care much for his act -- or his music... He breaks off from the Girls, follows Jerome to the backstage entrance where they're joined by other MEMBERS of The Time -- JESSE and JELLYBEAN among them. Morris casts another glance toward Prince, breaks into a self-satisfied grin-- MORRIS We're going to slay him... (screams) Whawhak! "Let's Get Crazy" continues as we... CUT TO: (17) EXT. CLUB -- NIGHT COMMOTION! The CROWD has become unwieldly -- TRAFFIC is snarled all around. HORNS are BLARING. COPS try desperately to ward off the inevitable grid lock. Vanity runs against the light, moves to the head of the queue to the accompaniment of JEERS and CATCALLS. She doesn't budge an inch, KNOCKS rapidly on the gla** door, catching the attention of CHICK, a burly, 6'5", 285 pound bouncer with a white beard and long flowing hair. An ex-Marine, Chick's function is obvious. He cracks the door-- CHICK What? VANITY I have an appointment with the manager. CHICK No you don't -- he doesn't see anybody. Suddenly a FIGHT breaks out at the INSIDE MONEY WINDOW. Chick spins instantly, SLAMS the door -- but Vanity jams her boot into the narrow space. The door crashes against her instep, she winces in pain --but Chick doesn't notice. He's already upon the OFFENDERS, heaving them against the wall. Vanity streaks inside, blazes up the stairway, ducks behind a GROUP of GIRLS... CHICK turns instantly -- the door is closed -- VANITY, gone. His eyes dart up the stairway -- nothing. He shrugs, drags the Two Guys off. (18) INT. CLUB -- UPPER BAR AREA -- NIGHT VANITY watches as he moves away. She jumps up, lunges onto the dance floor, CRASHES into a waitress, JILL, whose tray SMASHES to the floor-- JILL What are you retarded or something?! Why don't you look where you're going? She's 18 years old, blonde and pretty in a cute, innocent way. A Daisy Mae-type whose emotions form so quickly, she has trouble sorting them out. Right now she's mad as hell -- she thinks-- VANITY Sorry ... where's the office? Jill squats, picks up the broken gla**es- - JILL Do you think you can just come in here and take over? VANITY I said I'm sorry -- what do you want me to do? Where's the office? Jill points -- Vanity hurries away -- JILL (triumphantly) No one's in! Vanity stops dead in her tracks, does a slow burn. She walks back to Jill-- VANITY Okay, so you got me back, fine. Listen, I'm from out of town. I have to see the manager, it's important. I'm a real good singer and dancer. I know he could use me. JILL Do you have any experience? Vanity simmers, enunciates every word-- VANITY Yeah...definitely. JILL Follow me. And she turns on her heels, makes her way through the club, moving into the vicinity of the stage. Vanity follows her reluctantly, casts a look to the band. She spots Prince for the first time -- stops instantly... His effect on her is instantaneous. Pa**ion surges through her like a tidal wave. His hair, face, eyes -- it all conspires to make her weak. It's like meeting someone for the first time, but seeing so much of yourself in them, that their lips, eyes, mouth -- you're certain you have touched, and the desire to be with them becomes so strong that the very act of touching will release you in a way you never thought possible... Prince brines "Let's Get Crazy" to a rousing, blistering end. Suddenly the stage is plunged into darkness. The CROWD goes WILD! ...Vanity snaps out of it. Jill is tugging at her arm, a puzzled look on her face-- JILL Here, fill this out -- I'll have him call you. VANITY I don't have a phone. When will he be back? JILL Well...you can try tomorrow. VANITY You can count on it. Vanity hands the card back to her -- Jill reads the name, address -- looks up puzzled-- JILL Vanity?? BACKSTAGE as Morris and The Time pa** Prince on their way to the stage-- MORRIS Why don't you stay awhile, see how it's done. The Band Members bust up -- but Prince ignores them, then-- MC Ladies and gentlemen -- please welcome The Time. CLUB Sudden APPLAUSE and CRIES. Vanity and Jill turn directly into the path of Prince, descending the Steps of the stage. Vanity gasps, LOCKS eyes with him. Jill seems to jump out of her skin -- it's obvious she has a crush on him something awful-- JILL Hi ya, Prince -- God I liked that song, it's real fun. She fidgets uncontrollably, Vanity's card buring a hole into her hand. Prince glances at the card, then stares at Vanity, the ripeness of her look paralyzing. He tears his eyes away, puts on his sunglesses, looks toward the stage. (18A) INT. CLUB -- NEAR STAGE -- NIGHT MORRIS and The Time rip into a funk tune called "Jungle Love." Their stranglehold on the audience is instantaneous. Morris struts across the stage like a panther, playing to the audience with a relish. His eyes fastened on Prince -- his pride umistakable. PRINCE watches Morris a moment, then eyes Vanity again. The heat between them is apparent. Vanity's heart is pounding, she's not sure what to do. She keeps her eyes on Morris, hoping that a Solution will present itself. PRINCE watches as Jill tacks the card to a board behind the bar. Sizing up the situation quickly, he again glances at Vanity -- but her eyes are fastened on Morris. Feeling terribly shy and thinking there's nothing he can do to divert her attention away from him, he reluctantly heads for the front door. Vanity finally hits upon something to say, turns-- VANITY I really liked your song too... But he's gone. Her eyes scan the room frantically -- catches a glimpse of him leaving. She takes a sudden step, then stops, paralyzed with indecision. Jill regards ger coldly. MORRIS meanwhile is beside himself. Some gorgeous, dark-haired babe, eyes wide as saucers was starlng at him from the bar. Prince has left, and this girl is his. He motions to Jerome, and they direct their act in her direction. JILL gazes at Vanity, fidgets intensely, suspicious and resentful of her. She glances up and notices Morris, look. She seizes upon an idea, forces a friendly smile, taps Vanity on the shoulder-- JILL Hey ... She points to the stage. Vanity looks at Morris, and he goes crazy, entertaining her with his own special blend of showmanship. The CROWD loves it! Vanity is held a moment, but her thouchts are elsewhere. She finally comes to a decision, pulls away, cuts through the club. (18B) INT. FOYER AND STAIRWAY -- NIGHT as she runs down the stairs, cuts behind Chick, BURSTS out the door. (19) EXT. CLUB -- NIGHT FRANTIC! The STREETS are thick with TRAFFIC. She scans them wildly -- nothing. Suddenly Prince, astride his motorcycle, BLAZES past her from the opposite direction. She starts running, shouts-- VANITY Hey wait! But Prince is too far away, the traffic too coneested for him to hear. He whips down the street, disappears around the corner. Vanity continues running, then slows, dejection overcoming her in waves. She looks around -- KIDS are staring at her, pa**ing jokes. Embarra**ed, She moves to the front door but Chick is there, his eyes upon her cold, impa**ionate. Exhausted and slighlty tearlul, she cuts across the street, heads back to her apartment. (20) EXT. PRINCE'S HOUSE -- NIGHT Prince WHIPS down the street, cuts his motor, coasts up the drive. He comes to a stop against a wooden gate. His house is a nondescript, one-family structure with a wide front porch. He lives in a neat and tidy, h*mogeneous, lower middle- cla** neighborhood whose occupants are hard-working type fiercely protective of their privacy. He climbs the steps to the porch, opens the front door... ...his mothers SCREAM is like ice in his veins. Fear trickles into the hollows of his body like cold water, His pain commands him to move, but the impulse short circuits somewhere at the waist, leaving his legs twitching uncontrollably. Then another SCREAM from his mother, and his father's voice now, LOUD and FURIOUS-- FATHER (O.S.) Listen to me! You come home when I say come home! You've got no business in the streets! WHACK! His mother SCREAMS -- Prince BURSTS into the room. (21) INT. Prince's LIVING ROOM -- NIGHT Prince's MOTHER is at the far side of the living room CRYING uncontrollable. She's in her early 40's, a dark-haired, faded beauty, with large, wild, anxious eyes. There's a detectable scent of liquor in the air, and her slurred speech pins her as the source. His FATHER is in his late 40's, a squat, but solidly built black man, with a cherubic face, and graceful expressive hands. He's upon her now, WHACKING! at her horribly, trying to get to her face-- FATHER You do what I say, do you hear me?! You've got to keep this place clean! You here, no place else! MOTHER You're crazy! WHACK! MOTHER a**hole! WHACK! MOTHER Motherf**er!!! The Father lunges, WHACKS! her across the face. She topples to the floor, a lamp CRASHES to the ground. Prince cuts through the room, lunges desperately in front of him-- PRINCE (pleading) Please, Dad...she's heard you. She's had enough! His Mother drags herself up along the wall-- MOTHER (hysterical) He's trying to k** me! He's crazy! Look what he's doing to me! PRINCE (tearfully) Dad, please ... she's-- WHACK! Prince's head snaps back, his feet lift from the floor, his body CRASHES in a heap by the door... Stunned SILENCE. Prince, flat on his back, fights vertigo with everything he's got. His Mother lets out a YELP, rushes into the bedroom, SLAMS the door. His Father stands motionless, sullen-- FATHER Get up...you ain't hurt. Prince opens his Mouth, BLOOD gushes from a gash in his tongue. He hoists himself up slowly, using the wall for support. He moves into the kitchen, disappears down the basement steps. (22) BASEMENT -- HALLWAYS AND BEDROOM -- NIGHT A naked LIGHT BULB snaps ON. It dangles like a pendulum, casting strange shadows. The basement is partitioned off into a series of rooms, interconnected by a labyrinthine coimbination of pa**ages. An old washer and dryer stand in the corner. Prince descends the steps slowly. He comes through a door, closes it behind him. He moves down a narrow pa**ageway, enters a small cramped BEDROOM. He closes the door and locks it behind him. MOONLIGHT filters in throuch the cacement windows. The total effect is like entering a womb, a deep dark chamber of security and safety. Lying heavily onto his bed, he sighs long and deep, his eyes piercing the darkness... FADE OUT: FADE IN: (23) INT. CLUB EARLY MORNING MUSIC wafts through the sun-drenched CLUB. Jill is seated at the PIANO, 'a la Marlene Dietrich, SINGING to her heart's content. A cigarette dangles from her lip, a police cap is perched jauntily on her head. It's a simple bar tune, delivered slightly off-key, but with an openness that is endearing. Chick is working in the corner, chuckling to himself, stacking chairs, sweeping up. Suddenly she stops -- listens intently. She jumps up, deliberately spills her orange juice on the piano. Prince comes around the corner, stops short-- PRINCE (surprised) What are you doing here? She's a bundle of loose, embarra**ing ends -- the cigarette, hat, juice-- JILL What...what are you doing here? He feels caught out -- SCANS the BOARD earnestly for Vanity's info -- tries to think of something to say-- PRINCE Huh ... it's kind of dead in here. Where is everybody? JILL In bed I guess... (to herself) Oh, God ... (changes subject) Guess what, I bought a dog. PRINCE That's nice... (he spots vanity's card) Ah, I guess I'll come back at a better time. You think tonight the the place'll be jumping? JILL Well, I'll be here -- I always like what you do. He smiles, moves to the door -- Jill connects with a thought-- JILL Wait! I've got something for you. PRINCE What? A subpoena? JILL (embarra**ed) No... She rumages through her bag, pulls out a ca**ette-- JILL It's a song Lisa and Wendy wrote. He stiffens, doesn't reach for it-- PRINCE (suspicious) Why didn't they give it to me themselves? JILL Well, I liked it and wanted to listen to it. They told me to give it to you when I was done. He puts his sungla**es on, hesitates, then takes it from her gingerly. He regards it for a long time-- PRINCE You really liked it, huh? (24) INT. REHEARSAL HALL -- DAY MUSIC throbs throuch the crammed, rundown REHEARSAL HALL. Hardwood floors, a wall of mirrors, and a bank of windows provides the setting. SUNLIGHT streams through tattered yellow shades. The Time is set up on one side providing the music for "Sex Shooter" a saucy number with an irresistible beat. Morris, with Jerome by his side, stands in the middle of the floor, SHOUTS instructions to... ...BRENDA and SUSAN, gamely trying some intricate dance steps. Brenda is 21 years old, blond, s**y, with an alluring new-wave look. Susan is 16 years old, with dark, lustrous hair and a s**y baby- doll quality. Right now they're tired as hell, and a little angry-- MORRIS One, two, three, kick! One, two, three, kick! Four, five...Oh, Lord. Cut! Cut! The MUSIC stops, the girls come to a halt -- Morris regards them evenly-- MORRIS You ladies don't seem to realize how valuable my time is. You're going to make my boys look bad. BRENDA Why don't you let us come up with our own steps? Morris glares at her-- MORRIS We tried that... (sweetly) ... remember? The Girls fidget-- MORRIS Now you're in the best possible position you can be in, so what' s the matter -- your shoes on too tight or something? (claps his hands) Let's have some action, let's have some a**es wiggling, I want some perfection. Whawhak! The MUSIC starts up -- the Girls start dancing. Morris looks woefully to Jerome--- MORRIS I think I'm going to need a drink, a strong drink. (a beat) Let's get the hell out of here. (25) EXT. STREETS AND ALLEY -- DOWNTOWN -- DAY Morris and Jerome move briskIy down the sidewalk-- MORRIS This just ain't happening. The b**hes are okay, but we need something more exciting- JEROME You're right. We could be doing much better. Any ideas? MORRIS That powder fine babe we saw last night. JEROME Oooh, yeee! -- Why don't we find out who she is? Morris snaps an address in front of his face-- MORRIS I already know that. Jill gave me everything last night. Whawhak! JEROME Then what are we waiting for? Let's go! MORRIS No, no -- that ain't cla**y enough. I want the b**h to come to me -- I'm the only star in this town. Suddenly a BEAUTIFUL BABE lunges into the sidewalk from the alley-- BABE (yelling) Morris Day, who do you think you are?! I waited up all night for you. I'm so tired of you doing that to me. You think you're so hot? You're nothing special. This is the third time you pulled that sh**. Who the f** do you think I am?! MORRIS Jerome! Jerome puts the girl in a headlock, DRAGS her into the alley-- BABE (screaming) Leave me alone you ape! -- What are you doing to me?! Morris!! He flings her into the dumpster, SLAMS the lid with a CRASH. Morris pats his brow-- MORRIS Lo-rd..! Such nastiness. (a beat) Hee, hee -- Let's break. They streak across the street, double- time it to the CADDY. A COP sweeps by, gives them a curious look. Morris puts on a dignified air, then stops, stupified-- MORRIS Jerome, this car -- it's...it's lacking something. What do you think? JEROME Hmm... I don't know... MORRIS I got it! The hubcaps. We need something sweeter. JEROME I think I know what it needs. Morris is pondering his Stacy Adams-- MORRIS Yeah ... I know what these need. (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 intently-- MORRIS (musing) The girl has expensive tastes. I wonder if she can sing. JEROME As fine as she is...she doesn't have to know how to sing. MORRIS (grace) I know that's right. (to Shoeshine) Hey -- watch it now. The Shoeshine Boy looks up balefully -- Morris smiles, then grits his teeth-- MORRIS I want you to stay out of the set tonight. I want you to work the floor. JEROME What for? MORRIS I want to know when that sweet thing shows up. You stay by the door, you see her, you come get me, cool? JEROME Cool. I come get you -- let you know the girl's there. MORRIS 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 abouy that. So we ought to have like, a signal. JEROME A pa**word. MORRIS Okay. What's the pa**word? JEROME You got it. MORRIS Got what? JEROME The pa**word. MORRIS The pa**word is what? JEROME Exactly. MORRIS The pa**word is exactly? JEROME No, it's-- MORRIS -- Hold it now. Slow down. The babe walks in and you see her. JEROME I see her. MORRIS You come get me. JEROME I come get you. MORRIS And I'll probably have a couple little s**ies on the stand-by, and we don't want to upset them, do we? So you just glide by me and say...what? JEROME Okay. MORRIS The pa**word is okay? JEROME Far as I'm concerned. MORRIS Dammit! Say the pa**word. JEROME What. MORRIS Say the pa**word, s**m breath! JEROME The pa**word is what. MORRIS (frustrated) That's what I'm asking you! JEROME (more frustrated) It's the pa**word! MORRIS The pa**word is it? JEROME (exasperated) Ahhhhh! The pa**word is what! MORRIS It! You just said so! JEROME The pa**word isn't it! The pa**word is-- MORRIS -- What? JEROME Got it! MORRIS 1 got it? JEROME Right. MORRIS It or right? JEROME (perplexed) What?? The Shoeshine Boy looks up slowly -- regards them with a soulfull look-- SHOESHINE BOY Either of you do heavy d**? (27) EXT. STORE WINDOW AND MALL SHOPS -- DOWNTOWN -- AFTERNOON The SIDEWALKS are alive with bustling SHOPPERS. Vanity walks aimlessly past store windows, staring longingly at the expensive items. BRIDAL SHOP as she stops suddenly and stares transfixed. A YOUNG WOMAN, startingly similiar 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 avidly, then-- PRINCE (0. S .) Give me that. She looks up startled-- PRINCE 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, walks away-- VANITY Hey, wait! She runs after him-- VANITY Give it back to mel He continues to walk briskly -- she starts pulling on his coat-- PRINCE You can have it back later. VANITY I want it back now, okay? PRINCE Who gave it to you? VANITY A person PRINCE Female or male? VANITY Huh ... PRINCE You're lying. I can tell just by your reaction that you're lying. He moves away briskly -- Vanity stands her ground, amused-- PRINCE 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 him, then-- VANITY You see something you like? He puts on his sungla**es. A GUITAR stands prominently in the window. PRINCE Let's go for a ride. He flips her the gold chain' -- turns hastily. She weighs it in her hand, studies the guitar-- VANITY It's pretty. (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 -- DUSK They pull off an access road, drop down a small embankment, ride down a narrow, dirt road. LAKESIDE 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-- VANITY My psychic told rne I was going to be famous. PRINCE How much did that cost you? VANITY Fifty bucks. It was a good investment. He doesn't respond -- she suddenly feels shy-- VANITY No seriously -- My psychic did tell me. I was in a play once. PRINCE Oh, yeah -- what did you play? VANITY Isadora Duncan... She stretches her arms like a bu*terfly, does a little step-- VANITY That means I can sing and dance. (a beat) Want to help me? PRINCE (swiftly) Nope. VANITY (surprised) Pardon me? PRINCE Nope. She's Perplexed-- PRINCE Want to know why? VANITY (defensively) Nope. PRINCE (a beat) Because you wouldn't pa** the initiation. VANITY What initiation? PRINCE Well, for starters ycu have to purify yourself in the waters of Lake Minnetonka. VANITY What? PRINCE You have to purify yourself in Lake Minnetonka. 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 her blouse in one fluid motion, tugs off her boots, drops her pants to the ground. She's exquisite, takes a step toward him. Pa**ion rings in his veins ... Suddenly she turns on her heels, moves purposefully toward the water. He's shocked, realizes that she's about to go in-- PRINCE Hey, wait a minute! Thats-- But she silences him savagely-- VANITY 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-- PRINCE Hold it. VANITY What? PRINCE That ain't Lake Minnetonka. He tries to keep a straight face, jumps on his motorcvcle, STARTS it up. His words take a moment to sink in, then-- VANITY (enraged) You ba*tard. I don't believe it. How could you do that to me?! She gathers up her clothes, tries desperately to put them on. She slips and falls -- Prince can't help laughing- - VANITY Damn you -- I'll k** you. She starts throwing stones. He laughs, blasts up the path-- VANITY (screaming) You prick! Are you sick?! Is this some kind of ritual -- getting your kicks! How many girls have you done this to? ACCESS ROAD 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 boots-- VANITY ba*tard! He laughs heartily, wants to kid her, rides down the road as if he's leaving. Having his fun, he slows, turns to go back ... ...his smile dissolves instantly. Vanity is in the middleof 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 to explain-- PRINCE Hey ... 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 MODERN 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-- KIM Honey, you still chasing after that fool? 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-- JILL I'm doing what I'm doing. It's my business. KATY He doesn't even look at you. That's the last thing you want from a man. JILL You just don't know him like I do. KIM Honey... Look, Listen, and then Feel. If you do them in any other order, you're headed for trouble. Matt and Bobby (members of Prince's group) stroll up-- BOBBY Hey, Jill -- where's our drinks? JILL They're coming -- just wait. Matt stares hungrily at her breasts-- JILL What you want isn't on the menu. BOBBY Jill, in ten years they'll be on the table. She swats him with her order pad -- Bobby ducks, taunts her-- BOBBY C'mon, c'mon ... She goes to swing, Matt moves in, squeezes her breasts-- MATT (horn sound) BooPoo!! KIM Get out of here, you jerks! MATT Sweetheart ... do you have a real hot place where I could stick my nose? KIM Sure -- try a microwave. The Guys bust up, head for their tables- - KATY Those guys are deep. KIM 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 it. CHICK stands by the window, arms folded, as ma**ive as a Sequoia. He regards her suspiciously-- VANITY (sweetly) I'm paying ... see? (to cashier, gruff) Keep the change. Chick advances on her -- her eyes widen with fear-- CHICK The manager wants to see you. VANITY 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 distance behind. (32) INT. CLUB UPPER LEVEL -- NIGHT as Vanity and Chick come to a halt in the middle of the f Ioor-- CHICK He'll be right with you. Chick walks away. Jerome makes a move toward her, but pulls himself up short - - BILLY SPARKS has approached her-- BILLY SPARKS Hi, I'm Billy Sparks, I manage this place. Vanity turns around -- her eyes widen with surprise-- 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 sungla**es and a base-ball cap perched on his head. Fred Flintstone in Harlem. A hip, fast- talking jive motherf**er 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 seconds-- VANITY Hi -- I really like your club. BILLY Really... VANITY What time is it? BILLY Nine, sweets. VANITY Oh, that's a really nice watch. Very pretty. Billy lights a cigarette, offers her one, she accepts-- VANITY You look like a guy I used to go out with -- he was a lot older, but I like older men. BILLY Really, what a coincidence. VANITY I just came off a Broadway play. My grandmother got sick. BILLY Does she live here? VANITY No, in New York ... (catches herself) But, huh, I have a sister here, lives in Saint ... huh ... BILLY ...Paul. VANITY Amazing. BILLY Ye-es. (smiles) What do you want to do? You don't want to be a waitress do you? VANITY No ... no...Actually I was thinking more in the way of the stage. BILLY Of course... how about dinner? VANITY Theatre? BILLY Dinner, then the theatre, my sweets. VANITY Oh, huh... Jerome appears-- JEROME Hi ya, Billy. BILLY Good evening, Jerome. Vanity sees her escape-- VANITY Jerome -- I was looking all over for you! They BOTH look at her surprised-- BILLY You know each other? VANITY Of course. Jerome goes along with it-- JEROME Yes, we've met. I have something to show you. VANITY Great. See you later, Billy. She walks away with Jerome, arm in arm-- VANITY You rescued me. JEROME (smiles) Ye-es. (33) INT. DRESSING ROOM -- NIGHT Prince and his band (Mark, Bobby, Matt, Lisa) sit backstage, waiting to go on. 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, d**hly silent, locked in thouqht. Wendy walks in and shares a look with Lisa. She goes up to Prince, her voice filled with nervousness-- WENDY 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 k** Wendy would be dead-- LISA I knew it -- he didn't listen to it. He probably dropped it under his bike and rolled over it. Prince grunts, turns away -- Wendy is amazed-- WENDY Wow! Okay...you think about this. I'm going to be real honest with you. You're really being full of sh**. LISA Forget about it, Wendy. Let's get out of here-- But Wendy, agitated, silences her with a fierce gesture-- WENDY (to Prince) 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 doing something behind your back. You're just being paranoid as usual. LISA Wendy... WENDY (upset) Shut up, Lisa, please! (to Prince) 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 before, remember? PRINCE (maliciously) The nominees for the best actress are-- LISA -- f** it, Wendy -- let's break! Wendy is shaking, tears spring to her eyes-- WENDY Do you know you can really, really hurt people? Doesn't that mean anything to you? Doesn't that make you feel like sh**? LISA C'mon ... WENDY I'm tired of this ... I'm really tired... They leave the room, Wendy SLAMS the door behind her. Prince casts a look to Bobby, Mark, Matt-- PRINCE You tired, too? MATT 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-- BOBBY What difference does it make, Prince. We're still a group, right? They cut out the door. (34) INT. HALLWAY -- NIGHT Bobby, Matt and Mark move briskly to the stage-- MARK Headcase. Telling you...'effed up headcase. BOBBY People with talent usually are. Matt dons his surgeon's mask -- Mark rolls his eyes-- MARK Of course, there are a number of headcases without great talent too. (35) INT/BACKSTAGE ENTRANCE/CLUB -- NIGHT Morris stands by the door surrounded by several delicious BABES. One of them, wearing a tight, red dress, looks especially enticing. Morris leans in closer -- her tasty breasts strain against the spandex material-- MORRIS Honey -- don't you ever try and breastfeed no baby now. GIRL Why not? MORRIS Never mind ... Jerome appears-- JEROME What. MORRIS What? JEROME Right. What. MORRIS What?? JEROME You got it. Be snaps his head to the side -- Morris looks, sees Vanity sitting at a table. His eyes dance mischievously-- MORRIS Ye-es (to Girl) What time is it? GIRL (coyly) Tea time. MORRIS So, right. (36) INT. DRESSING ROOM -- NIGHT as Prince sits by himself in front of the mirror, staring at a ca**ette 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 door opens-- STAGEHAND Prince, five minutes. Be snaps off the music, drops the ca**ette into his pocket, cuts out the room. (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 crowd... ...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 astonishes him-- JEROME Vanity, I'd like you to meet Morris E. Day. MORRIS Hold it now -- just leave the 'E' alone. JEROME (clears throat) Vanity...this is Morris Day MORRIS The pleasure's all mine. she offers her hand -- he takes it decorously-- JEROME If you'd excuse me. Morris signals him -- whispers into his ear-- MORRIS Too s**y ... (a beat) Have a waitress bring.a bottle of their best champacne. He seats himself, fastens her with a s**y, half-lidded look-- MORRIS Your lips would make a lollipop too happy. VANITY You think so, huh? MORRIS Ye-es. Kim appears with a bottle of champacne in ice-- KIM Who's paying for this Morris? MORRIS I think you know that. (a beat) Jerome! Jerome appears, opens the bottle with a flair, performs a cla**y taste test. Morris pulls out some cash, pays him, who snatches the money, leaves-- MORRIS Huh, keep the change-- He whispers to Jerome-- MORRIS Get my change, will ya? Jerome leaves, Morris purses his lips-- MORRIS Oh, Lord...either somebody put something in my drink, or you are the finest (motherf**er) I've seen in ages. VANITY Excuse me, what did you say? MORRIS Huh...you look nice tonight. He leans in, speaks with a s**y voice-- MORRIS It's rare that I out my cards on the table when it comes to meeting younq ladies, but ... I'm going to make you love me. VANITY Is that a fact? He folds his legs dramatically, his Stacy Adams reflecting the light-- MORRIS Just as sure as my Stacy Adams are shiny. Just then-- M.C. (O.S.) Ladies and Gentlemen -- please welcome Prince! 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 Prince himself. 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 magnificent 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-- MORRIS He doesn't like girls. She's equal to the challenge-- VANITY 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-- MORRIS Well ... he don't do too good with them either. She flashes him a quizzical look -- he simply smiles. (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 face-- BILLY What's this intercourse, sh**? PRINCE 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-- 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 sh** ... 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. VANITY What for? PRINCE I want to show you something. She's embarra**ed 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 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 gra**, 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? 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 thicks 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 ca**ette 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. She stands idly a mement, 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 ca**ette sits in the player. She snaps it shut, hits the play bu*ton. 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. Pa**ion 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 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 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 throuch the casement windows. MOBILES stir gently in the night breeze. Prince and Vanity are asleep. He rests on his side, his hands gently surporting 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 pa**ing cloud. She listens intently, then-- -- Another DOOR SLAM, QUICK FOOTSTEPS, and Prince's Mother 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 throuch 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 it!! (wails) Oh, God -- God! You broke my nose! She sees it's Morris -- she's beside herself with fear and rage-- VANITY You sh**! 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 f**ed 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? 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 sh** -- 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 -- Morris gives him a deft nod. Jerome opens the glove compartment, searches through the ca**ette 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 co*ktails 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 gla**es-- 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' gla**. He hands them back-- MORRIS Thank you. Here you are, 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 (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, s**y voice-- MORRIS In my bedroom, I have a bra** 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 I know it's rather masculine, but -- try this one on. He slides a large gla** 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) 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-- 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? Jerome hands Morris a ca**ette -- 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 goinq to help me. Jerome and Moris suppress their laughter- - JEROME Motherf**er 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 sidewalk. Morris pushes the window bu*ton -- nothing happens-- MORRIS Jerome! Jerome leans over, taps the gla** -- 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 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 sungla**es-- 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 dispa**ionately, 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. (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 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 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. Motherf**er, 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 pa** him startled-- PRINCE Good morning. VANITY PRINCE, I HATE YOU! 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 laarge 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. (62) INT. BARN -- DAY ANOTHER ANGLE RAIN patters srtongly 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... PRINCE Tell me. VANITY No. PRINCE Okay, come by -- eight o'clock. He kicks the bike into gear -- she touches his jacket longingly-- VANITY Bye... He blasts off. She watches him a moment, her eyes glowing. She heads to her motel, then stops short -- a single CARNATION lies oon the sidewalk. She looks around quickly, almost expecting someone to claim it. But no one's around, so she picks it up, goes inside. (64) INT. STAIRWELL, VANITY'S MOTEL -- MORNING She enters the LOBBY, closes the door behind her. She turns -- another CARNATION is on the stairwell. She's intrigued, glances up the stairs -- there's another one, and yet another further up. She's confused, but grabs them, disappears up the stairs. HALLWAY as she comes to a halt outside her room, picking up carnations along the way. She opens her door, cuts inside. (65) INT. VANIITY'S ROOM -- MORNING She goes into the bathroom, fills the sink with water, arranges the flowers within. She smiles radiantly -- they look beautiful. Suddenly something seizes her thoughts. She opens her bureau drawer quickly, pulls out the yellow pages, leafs through it hurriedly, We READ: Parking, Pa**port, Paving...then Pawnbrokers. She stops, runs her finger down the page, then hunts quickly through her drawer. Her eyes dance mischievously when she pulls out her gold chain. She places it on her bureau, hurries to her clothes rack. Suddenly, a quick KNOCK at the door-- MAN(O.S.) Miss V.? She looks around the corner -- a flower delivery MAN stands in the hallway, holding a bouquet of roses-- VANITY Yes...? MAN Delivery. VANITY (surprised) Come in ... He cuts inside, and is followed by another MAN, holding a bouquet of daisies-- VANITY Hey -- wait a minute. What's going on? The Men leave the room-- MAN Downstairs. She hurries to the window, looks out-- (66) EXT. STREET -- DAY -- VANITY'S POV-- Morris and Jerome standing by the curb, their eyes fastened excitedly on her window, leaning against a flower truck. We catch a glimpse of a Man bringing her a dozen chrysanthemums-- MORRIS Good morning, dahling. (67) EXT. VANITY'S WINDOW AND STREET -- DAY (INTERCUT) VANITY You're crazy! -- What are you doing? MORRIS (excited) Come down -- come down. VANITY I can't -- I've got things to do. MORRIS C'mon, ten minutes. I want to show you something- She shakes her head-- VANITY I'm sorry, but thanks for the flowers. You're really crazy. She disappears from the window. They stand expectantly a long time. Finally Jerome looks at Morris-- JEROME Well...what do you think? Morris is staring intently at the window -- he purses his lips sensualy-- MORRIS Chili sauce. Just then Vanity steps outside, looks stunning in her tight, black pants and boots. Her eyes dance vivaciously, a red sash is tied around her waste. Morris gives Jerome his s**y, half- lidded, pouty-lip look-- MORRIS Oh, Lord... (68) INT. CLUB (1ST AVE. ST. BAR.) -- DAY CU--Clock. We SEE 11:25 Prince cuts through the back entrance, walks onto the floor. Lisa and Wendy are onstage PLAYING a SONG we immediately recognize as the one they had given Prince to listen to. The DRUM RIFF is provided by the Linn Machine (a synthesized drum unit). Wendy plays guitar, her back to Prince. Lisa, at the keyboards, spots him and stops-- WENDY What's wrong? Lisa points to Prince. Wendy immediately rips into the guitar solo of "G-Spot." She stops suddenly-- WENDY Is that better? Do you like that? He ignores her-- PRINCE Where is everybody? LISA You're late -- they left. PRINCE So what are you doing here? Lisa immediately launches into the opening bars of "Let's Get Crazy"-- LISA (imitating Prince) But I'm here to tell you that there's something else -- our music--. The Girls bust up -- he glares at them-- PRINCE Can't you guys get off it? Can't you just leave it alone? Wendy meets his glare with one of her own... WENDY Yeah -- we'll get off it. She turns, snaps off the Linn Machine angrily, plunging the club into silence. (69) INT. REHEARSAL HALL --DAY The Time is JAMMING like MAD, deep in the heart of "Sex Shooter." Brenda and Susan move furiously to the beat, trying their best to get it right. They are watched by ... ...Morris, Vanity and Jerome standing off to the side. Morris has a contented look on his face, even though his girls are screwing up. Vanity's eyes are wide with excitement MORRIS As you can see, we need someone with your special qualities. (70) INT. PRINCE'S ANTECHAMBER AND BEDROOM -- NIGHT CU--Clock. We See: 8:15. Prince sits, on his bed, staring at the clock, seemingly lost in thoucht. He gets up, rummages through his coat pockets, pulls out Lisa's and Wendy's tape. He snaps it into the player, settles back. MUSIC fills the room. He listens intently a moment, his face placid. He closes his eyes, tries to relax ... Suddenly a DOOR SLAMS in the far reaches of the house. Harsh FOOTSTEPS echo through the upstairs hallway. Prince remains still, his eyes closed... Then another d**hly DOOR SLAM! GLASS dissolves in its frame and trickles to the floor like icicles. Resentment surges in him like a tornado. He rises purposefully, turns the MUSIC up... ...And then his door SMASHES open and his Mother LUNGES into the room in a PANIC. She flings herself onto his bed as his Father streaks in and WHACKS! WHACKS! WHACKS! at her with a strap, SCREAMING at her with an ominous growl of rage-- FATHER You ain't got no business leaving here! All your sneaking around -- you're just a sinner! You're nothing but a low life sinner! The Mother throws herself at him drunkenly, starts slapping, scratching at his face-- MOTHER Shut up! You don't care about me! Leave me alone! Prince claws desperately at his Father's back-- FATHER Don't I keep the heat on? Isn't there food in the refrigerator? MOTHER (crying) I don't like it here. You never talk to me! I'm always alone! Prince drags his Father away-- PRINCE Dad, please! FATHER (shouting) What's the matter with this house? Isn't it nice and warm here?! The Mother stands on the bed SHRIEKING-- MOTHER You're crazy! FATHER Shut up! MOTHER. a**hole! FATHER Shut up! MOTHER (triumphantly) Motherf**er!! The Father lunges, drags Prince along the floor, WHACKS! the Mother in the face. She topples in a heap to the bed. He's over her now, breathing fire, flailing about savagely-- FATHER Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! PRINCE (desperately) Dad! He lunges, drop KICKS his Father with everything he's got! His Father SMASHES backwards against the wall, slides to his bu*tocks on the floor. He sits there dully, exhausted...spent. Prince crawls up along the side of the bed. His Mother buries her head in the pillow, choking back sobs-- MOTHER I'm just trapped here... His Father's eyes well with tears. He leans close to her, speaks softly-- FATHER You always got a roof overhead... MOTHER You don't let me have any fun... His Father sighs wearily, pulls himself to his feet. He moves to the door-- FATHER I could make you happy. Just believe in me... MOTHER You never... FATHER I would die for you. He leaves the room, closes the door behind him. PRINCE stares at the door a moment, tears welling in his eyes. His Mother is motionless, whimpering softly. A scent of liquor permeates the air. He moves toward her, reaches out tentatively... Suddenly she jumps up, starts pacing franticaily-- MOTHER It's nice here. It's a nice house. Nothing wrong. (a beat) It's a good family. Believe me, I know. Nothing wrong here. (a beat) Your father is okay. He's a good man. You could learn somthing. She catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror, stops-- MOTHER My, my! Don't you think I have a good figure? Your Father did. She sits in front of the mirror, studies her face, her eyes...her breasts-- MOTHER I was beautiful when your Dad met me. I was out-a-sight! She giggles, starts applying makeup-- MOTHER I looked just like a movie star. The minute he saw me singing, I knew just what he wanted. She fixes him with a conspiratorial look, whispers-- MOTHER He wanted to get into my panties. She makes funny, "jazzy" eyes at him, then stops suddenly, staring. His face, mouth, eyes...a sudden stirring in her loins. Her lips part, she moistens them unconsciously... She turns from the mirror and stares at him -- his look connects with her groin. She rises suddenly, walks slowly toward the bed, sits facing him-- MOTHER You look so pretty. Just like me, honey. You coulda been a girl. She outlines the mole on his cheek with a makeup pencil, then draws one on herself. She takes her earring off, and puts it on his ear. They are face to face -- identical-- MOTHER So pretty... She looks at him drunkenly. He tries to hold it in, but can't. A tear, hot and hard as a bullet flows down his cheek. She puts her index finger in front of his face, moves it back and forth hypnotically. Suddenly she pulls her hand away, stretches it to the ceiling like an escaping bird. He swallows, tries to smile -- she leans close -- MOTHER (secretly) I have to go now, see some friends. Don't tell your father, okay? She gets up, leaves the room-- MOTHER Bye, skipper...bye. (71) EXT. PRINCE'S HOUSE -- NIGHT (LATER) Vanity climbs over a fence, moves through some bushes, emerges along side Prince's house. She has an excited, ravenous look on her face. She hurries to the casement window, climbs into the basement. (72) INT. PRINCE'S BEDROObt -- NIGHT She drops down into the basement, turns excitedly, leaps into Prince's arms-- VANITY I missed you! Missed you! Missed you! She hugs him tight, showers him with kisses, topples them both to the bed. Laughing, hugging, kissing -- fast and furious. Suddenly she jumps up like a panther, fluffs her hair wildly in the mirror, fixes him with a wanton look. His eyes devour her-- PRINCE Come here. Where were you? She moistens her lips, walks lasciviously toward the bed, sits facing him. She laughs suddenly, pushes him back...and they're at each other again - - faces two inches apart; touching, whispering, kissing, hands searching -- shutting out the rocm, shutting out the world... She jumps up suddenly. She can't be contained! She practically levitates-- VANITY I have a big surprise for you. She rushes to the coal chute, climbs halfway through. Prince, puzzled, cracks up watching her a** and legs dangling. She drops back into the room, holding a large PACKAGE. His eyes widen. She struts to the bed, lays it down majestically before him-- VANITY (sings) Da...da..! PRINCE What is it? VANITY Open it. He starts peeling the tape off, careful not to rip the paper. Vanity's bursting with excitement though, and demolishes it in a flash! He laughs, opens the lid -- stares in shock-- PRINCE Oh, no... (happy) Oh, no! He pulls out a gleaming new GUITAR, and we immediately recognize it as the one they saw in the window. He's deliriously happy, and speechless-- PRINCE How'd you do it? She shouts with delight, attacks him again, pushing the guitar aside. Fast, furious kisses and he responds in kind. They're twisted in a heap on the bed. After a moment they come up for air, stare at each other playfully. Something flashes across his mind-- PRINCE Here... Her eyes widen. He takes off his Mother's earring, fastens it to her ear. Eyes dancing, she jumps up, studies it closely, in the mirror-- VANITY I love it! She twists around, kneels beside him, showers him with bites and kisses. Suddenly she stops-- VANITY I'm going to join Morris' group. His face drops, shocked-- PRINCE What? She backs away from him, stands, strikes a defensive stance-- VANITY I'm going to join Morris' group. He LUNGES savagely before he knows it! His hand lashes out, SMASHES her in the face. She falls back, CRASHES into the mirror. She slips dully to the floor, tries desperately to brace herself on a chair-- He's horrified-- PRINCE I'm sorry! Oh, baby, I'm sorry! Are you alright? He helps her up, she turns away from him- - VANITY Just...leave me alone. His heart staggers in his chest-- PRINCE Please...it's just... (a beat) I don't want you around this at all. I just don't want you in my life this way. You don't have to prove anything to me or anybody else. (a beat) Vanity...? Don't I make you happy? Don.t you like the way we are? (another thought) Do you know Morris? Do you know what he's about? He doesn't care about you. She twists viciously-- VANITY Jealous..?! She rushes into the antechamber, climbs through the coal chute, disappears into the night. DISSOLVE TO: (73) INT. CLUB -- MORNING Matt, Bobby and Mark are JAMMING onstage. Prince emerges from behind the curtains. He looks drawn.and haggard, his face unshaven. The Guys spot him, and the MUSIC trickles to a stop. Tension fills the room in an instant. Mark glances at his watch, fixes Prince with a disgusted look. Prince climbs the steps to the stage, cuts across it-- PRINCE Where's Lisa and Wendy? BOBBY They haven't shown up yet. PRINCE They call? The Guys shrug, look away. Prince simmers a moment, straps on his guitar - - immediately gets ear-splitting FEEDBACK. He stomps on the floor pedals angrily. Just then Chick comes up to the stage-- CHICK Prince. Billy Sparks wants to see you. PRINCE Tell him I'm rehearsing. CHICK Uh, uh -- now. (74) INT. STAIRWAY AND CLUB -- DAY as Billy cuts down the stairs quickly. Prince, walking to meet him, pulls himself up short-- BILLY What do you want? PRINCE You wanted to see me? Billy still moves -- Prince keeps up-- BILLY You having trouble? PRINCE (shrugs) No. BILLY No? PRINCE No ... BILLY Where's Lisa and Wendy? He stops abruptly at the front door, studies Prince for a long time. Then he cuts outside. Prince follows. (75) EXT. STREETS, CLUB -- DAY Rush hour TRAFFIC. Billy sets the pace down the sidewalk -- Prince keeps up-- BILLY Morris called me this morning. Seems he's got himself a new group called Vanity Six. You know anything about them? PRINCE (a beat) No. BILLY He tells me they're great. Thinks I'll be interested. That's cool, but now I've got a problem. PRINCE What's that? BILLY I book three acts -- I can't afford four. If they're as good as Morris says they are, one of you will have to go... Suddenly a HORN BLARES off screen. Billy looks up -- a BEAUTIFUL BABE in a black BMW waves-- BILLY Go around the block! The Babe pulls into the flow of traffic- - BILLY It won't be The Time -- they're playing backup to Vanity. So it's either you or the Modern Aires. (a beat) What would You do in my position? Prince has a sinking feeling in his gut- - BILLY (musing) I like the Modern Aires. They have a good following -- they show up for practice -- and the kids like all their music. The BMW sweeps up to the curb. Billy opens the door, slides in-- BILLY 'Nough said. Get smart. Straighten up your sh**. (76) INT. REHEARSAL HALL -- DAY The PLACE is JUMPING! Once again The Time is deep in the guts of "Sex Shooter," but now there's a difference. The MUSIC is fiercer and crisper -- the BEAT tailored, more defined. Morris and Jerome stand off to the side sporting huge grins. They're avidly watching... ...Vanity, Susan, and Brenda dancing up a fierce storm. Vanity fronts the two Girls and moves panther-like in front of the mirrors... She's a dynamo, her face drawn tightly, her movements crisp and precise. She urges the Girls on, suggests and cajoles, strengthening their resolve. Sweat lathers their bodies and forms rings on their Danskins. The act is still very rough, but the potential for success can be felt. PRINCE suddenly enters the hall. Morris spots him immediately and halts the MUSIC. The Girls dance on a moment, then stop perplexed. Vanity catches Prince's look, shakes her head in disbelief-- PRINCE I want to talk to you. She's out of breath, waves him off-- VANITY Not now, I'm busy. PRINCE Now. A TITTER goes through the Band Members - - Vanity wipes her face, fixes him with a glare-- VANITY I said I'm busy -- we'll talk later. PRINCE Uh, uh... He grabs her suddenly, pulls her to the door-- VANITY Leave me alone! I've got a show to do! She pulls away savagely-- VANITY YOU can't just come in here and take me away! We'll talk later! Morris is enraged-- MORRIS Man -- why don't you just do the walk? Prince glares at him, cups his genitals- - PRINCE Why don't you kiss the one- eyed snake? The Band lets out a condescending GROAN -- the tension rises MORRIS Jellybean! Jellybean, 6'4", 210 pounds, steps from behind the drums, moves up behind Prince- - JELLYBEAN Let's go, Jack. PRINCE f** you! He lunges, grabs Vanity again -- she SHRIEKS-- VANITY Leave me alone, dammit! Get out of here! Jellybean lurches, grabs Prince in a HEAIDLOCK, lifts him off his his feet. Prince kicks at him wildly-- JELLYBEAN (enraged) f**er!! He twists Prince's head backwards, SMASHES his body to the ground-- JELLYBEAN Stay still, motherf**er!! But Prince continues fighting him with everything he's got! Jellybean is astonished-- JELLYBEAN sh**!! He twists Prince's neck savagely, SMASHES! his legs to the floor again and again-- JELLYBEAN Stop!! Vanity is crying-- VANITY Jellybean, please... Prince drops to his hands and knees exhausted. Everybody is frozen now -- scared. The Girls are crying, the incedent has already gone too far... Jellybean settles his weight on Prince, twists his head down painfully, trying to break the resistance he alone can feel. Prince remains silent, the anger coursing through his body in tremors-- The Guys surround them, grabbing Prince's arms, legs, and feet. He's like a trapped animal now-- JELLYBEAN Lift him. VANITY (crying) Don't hurt him ... They pick him up, move him toward the door. He resists them slightly, his body lurching in fit and starts. Suddenly he breaks free, faces them with his back to he door. But the Band Members surround him, their wills united, the obviousness of the situation apparent to all. He searches for Vanity's eyes, but she can't face him and walks away. Anger again surges in his veins. He cuts out the door, SLAMS it behind him. (77) EXT. ACCESS ROAD, TRAIN TRACKS -- DUSK Prince WHIPS down a dirt access road locked in thought, the pain and anger in his eyes apparent. Suddenly a TRAIN WHISTLE BLASTS just behind him, sending a shot of fear through his guts. He twists backwards in amazement. A FREIGHT TRAIN ROARS around the bend BLASTING its HORN violently. Prince shudders with fright, loses control of his cycle for an instant. He hits a series of ruts that almost topple him to the ground. He looks back at the train confused, when another BLAST seems to SOCK him in the teeth. He twists wildly to the side of the road, kicking up dirt and debris, lurching him into the handlebars violently. The TRAIN ROARS abreast of him! Prince snaps an angry look at the engineer. The Guy coolly gives him the finger and BLASTS the HORN violently. Prince becomes enraged! He snaps a look to the speedometer: 65 mph. He snaps a look to the Engineer -- the Guy sends him another obscene gesture and BLASTS his HORN. Prince grits his teeth, twists the throttle full. He lurches forward in an instant, blazing in front of the train, The Engineer BLASTS the HORN mercilessly, and throws on the coals. They blast down the stretch neck to neck, twist round a wide bend. Prince edges in front! The Engineer BLASTS the HORN and moves up. Prince snaps a look to him -- the Guy mouths the words: f** You! Prince wants to scream! He twists the throttle, snaps a look to the speedometer: 75 mph. He RIPS past ruts and gullies like a madman. The TRAIN moves up. They blast around another bend neck to neck Suddenly Prince's eyes widen with horror. A CAR is parked across the access road, waiting to cross the track. He shoots a look to the Engineer -- the Guy is laughing hysterically now, BLASTING his HORN wildly, mouthing the words: Bye Bye! Prince screams like a MADMAN! He twists his throttle FULL! He blazes ahead of the train, BLASTS! up the embankment, SAILS through the air... ...a BRICK WALL cuts the access road in two! He SCREAMS in bloody terror! He hits the road and fishtails wildly, locking his brakes. The WALL comes at him like a locomotive. He's going to hit it, knows it and... He twists his throttle violently BLASTS! directly into the path of the train! The Engineer looks on in horror! Prince throws his weight forward and... ...the train ROARS past him as he fishtails wildly to a stop. The Engineer sails off into the dusk, his mouth agape. Prince sits there breathing fiercely, the adrenaline shrieking though his veins, watching the train disappear into the distance. (78) EXT. STREETS AND ALLEY -- DOWNTOWN -- TWILIGHT SHOPPERS flood the sidewalks, rushing for the buses that take them home. TRAFFIC clogs at the 77 intersections while PEDESTRIANS walk against the lights. Prince rides down the streets, hugging the right shoulder, impatient with the delays. He blasts down a side street, sees FLASHING LIGHTS up ahead. GAWKERS are already crowding around. He moves through the TRAFFIC slowly, glides past a POLICE CAR, and a small CROWD. A CAR has run onto the sidewalk, knocking down the marquee to a rundown, neighborhood bar. Something catches his eye -- he stops suddenly. His Mother stands against the wall, idly watching the goings on. He jumps off his bike hurriedly, walks up behind her, taps her on the shoulder-- PRINCE Ma...? She turns, he gasps out loud. Her left eye is swollen shut-- MOTHER (drunkenly) Hi, ya, baby... Her drunken breath washes over him -- his head spins-- PRINCE Ma...what happened? She rubs up against him-- MOTHER Can you give me some money? C'mon, just some money... She gropes for him drunkenly -- he suddenly realizes she doesn't know who he is-- MOTHER Here...here... She tugs at her wedding ring-- MOTHER Give me something for this...just a little. It'll be okay... PRINCE C'mon...I'll take you home. Just then a COP moves through the Crowd- - COP Okay, c'mon now -- break it up. Let's go.. The Crowd moves out. Police RADIOS cackle. Three WOMEN stagger over, one of them grabbing his Mother-- WOMAN C'mon, honey -- we're goin' in... She fixes Prince with a glare-- WOMAN You're a little young aren't you? Get out of here. Leave her alone. (79) EXT. PRINCES HOME -- NIGHT Prince BLASTS down the STREET, sweeps into his drive, and jumps off his bike, practically smashing it into the gate. His eyes are burning with anger. He flies up the steps three at a time, cuts across the porch, bursts throuch the front door and-- (80) INT. PRINCE'S POME -- NIGHT -- stalks through the living room, eyes blazing-- PRINCE Where the f** are you? He spins like a top, streaks down the hallway, throws open several doors violently-- PRINCE Where are you? He cuts into the kitchen raging-- PRINCE Answer me you f**er!! He twists around frustrated; exhaustion, anger, and pain competing for the same space. Suddenly he stops, listens intently a moment. We HEAR it now -- a PIANO. Someone's PLAYING A PIANO. Prince throws a look at the basement door -- it's ajar. (81) INT. BASEMENT, PRINCE'S HOUSE -- NIGHT A naked LIGHT BULB snaps ON. Prince hesitates a moment, descends the steps, pauses at the door. The MUSIC wafts delicately in the night breeze. He moves down the halllway uncertainly, but steadily, the MUSIC growing, drawing him in. He stops, peers into the antechamber. His Father is at the piano, his back to him. He's perched on the broken stool, playing with all he's got. Prince moves slowly into the room, his knees weakening, his anger flowing from him with every step he takes. Seeing his Father this way, he doesn't know if he should laugh or cry. He sits down silently behind him, listens as his Father plays. The SONG ends. His Father sits a moment, stretching his hands idly along the keys. Feeling a presence in the room, he spins around and jumps slightly at seeing his son. He fixes him with a threatening look, then shrugs, hunches over the keys-- PRINCE Is that yours? FATHER 'Course it's mine. Who else's is it goin' to be? Got all kinds of them. They're different too. PRINCE I'd like to see them. You got them written down somewhere? FATHER No, man -- I don't write them down -- don't need to. That's the big difference between you and me. PRINCE 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-- PRINCE I saw Mom up the street. She looked pretty bad. Any idea how she got that way? His Father bites his his lip, rubs a hand over his face, stares at the keys. His voice comes with difficulty-- PRINCE Yeah... (a beat) I got a girlfriend. FATHER You gonna get married? PRINCE (long pause) I don't know. His Father shares a hurtful look with him, then stares darkly at the floor below-- FATHER 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 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. 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-- VANITY What are we doing here, Morris? MORRIS What do you mean? VANITY I don't want to be here. I don't want to hurt anybody. MORRIS 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 gorgeous-- BRENDA Hi -- you coming in? Their excitement and nervousness is endearing. Vanity's heart goes out to them. She forces a smile, climbs out unaided-- VANITY Your horns are showing, Morris. MORRIS Yeah...but they're holding up my halo. (84) INT. CLUB -- NIGHT 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- pleasing sounds. BAR AREA 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 onstage. 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 "Darling Nicky"-- PRINCE I knew a girl named Nicky, I guess you can say she was a s** fiend. I met her in a hotel lobby masturbating in magazines. She said, How'd you like to waste some time, And I could not resist When I saw little Nicky grind. BILLY SPARKS 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-- MORRIS Hee, hee...little empty tonight, huh, Billy. But I guess money isn't everything. Jerome busts up-- JEROME Oh no... that's cold... But Billy agrees-- BILLY The Duke of Dick is in rare form tonight. They all look toward the stage-- PRINCE is fastened on Vanity and it's apparent to all. He launches into the next verse- - PRINCE She took me to her castle And I could not believe my eyes. She had so many devices Everything that money could buy. She said, Sign your name on the dotted line, The lights went out, And Nicky started to grind. VANITY flushes with embarra**ment. Billy and Morris notice this and glare at Prince. PRINCE looks dead-center at them, and then to Vanily-- PRINCE I woke up the next morning. Nicky wasn't there. I looked all ov'r all I found Was a phone number on the stairs. It said thank you for a funky time, Call me up when ev'r you want to grind. VANITY 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-- CHICK Hey ... But she pulls away, runs out the door, cuts across the street. (86) INT. CLUB -- NIGHT PRINCE 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 Band Members. (87) INT. HALLWAY -- NIGHT as Prince twists aggressively past a handful of FANS, rudely disregarding their attention. He Cuts into the dressing room. (88) INT. DRESSING ROON -- NIGHT He's agitated, paces back and forth in a frenzy. Suddenly the DOOR flies open. Billy Sparks enters angrily-- BILLY What the f**'s wrong with you, Prince?! PRINCE I don't have time for your bullsh**, Billy. What do you want? BILLY My stage is no place for your personal sh**! PRINCE That's life, man. BILLY Life my a**, motherf**er! This is a business, and you're not too far gone to see that. (a beat) I've told you this before. You're not pulling them in like you used to. The only person who gives a f** about your music is yourself. PRINCE f** off! But Billy can't help laughing-- BILLY Just like your old man... Prince shoots him a threatening look-- BILLY Yeah -- you got it. Tell me I'm wrong. (a beat) You're not blind. Look around you. No one's digging you. Prince turns away-- BILLY Look at your band. Are they in here right now? They're out there 'cause they can't stand being in the same room with you. (a beat) What a f**ing waste...like father, like son-- PRINCE Lay off that! Billy turns to go-- BILLY Take your head out of your a**, Prince, check it out -- unless you like the view up there. Your music doesn't make sense to anyone but yourself. 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-- JEROME That was f**ed up what you did man. Morris doesn't like it. And being a part of this - - I don't like it either. PRINCE I don't care. MORRIS Hee, hee...huh, it's obvious you don't have what it takes to be on top. He pulls an envelope from his pocket-- MORRIS But to show you that I'm sympathetic to your problems - - here's a pa** to our show tomorrow night. Enjoy it. They leave. Then Morris sticks his head into the doorway-- MORRIS Don't forget to bring a girlfriend. Whawhak! (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 discering eye of a talent scout on the prowl. Billy Sparks pulls up to the curb, gets out with a beautiful WOMAN and cuts inside. (90) INT. BACKSTAGE, THE TASTE -- NIGHT Jerome stands BACKSTAGE fidgeting nervously, staring appreciatively at the closed dressing room door. Various PEOPLE in COSTUMES pa** by sporadically. Suddenly a burst of APPLAUSE and LAUGHTER wafts into the hallway. Jerome walks to the curtain and peers out-- (91) INT. THE TASTE -- NIGHT JEROME'S POV-- 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 pa**es 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. MORRIS 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-- MORRIS (nervously) I guess this is it. JEROME I guess so, M.D. MORRIS 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 biggest mistake we've ever made? JEROME I don't think it's all that bad. MORRIS That's why I do all the thinking. (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 firce DRUM BEAT, and-- TASTE M.C. Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome Vanity Six. Respectful APPLAUSE-- MORRIS Oh, God-- He sits quickly, followed by Jerome -- they both put on sungla**es. 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-- MORRIS (surprised) What?? Wearing s**y lingerie and moving seductively to the beat, the Girls launch into "Sex Shooter" with complete abandon. The MUSIC is slick and fierce, the Girls s**y 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 audience sits slack-jawed in amazement. The SPOTLIGHT is hers and she soaks it in, radiating a s**iness 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 pa**age 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... MORRIS and Jerome are beside themselves with happiness. The pull off their shades immediately, sit back and glow in the audience's response. PRINCE 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 eyesight. "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, slighly over-whelmed by the response and flushing deep red, hold one another.tightly and take repeated bows. PRINCE watches the Girls bowing to thunderous APPLAUSE. Suddenly Vanity looks at him and touches the earring she's wearing -- 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 curtain closes. 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 VANITY 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. HALLWAY 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 and stops-- BILLY Morris is squeezing you, kiddo. You better kick a** 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 up against the door. Frustrated, he cuts outside. BACKSTAGE 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-- VANITY 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. MORRIS (singing) Ain't nobody bad like me. She kisses him spontaneously on the cheek-- VANITY Morris, you're a genius. MORRIS Ye-es... He fixes her with a s**y look, takes a healthy look from his flask, then gives it too her. Vanity throws her head back, drinks fully, the liquor coursing over her cheeks. He devours her with his eyes, opens the door to the Caddy-- MORRIS Let's go, Bebe. She stops as if remembering something-- VANITY Huh, where's Jerome? MORRIS In his skin...hee, hee... He's trying to nudge her into the Caddy- - VANITY Is he coming? MORRIS I gave him the night off. VANITY Why? He staggers back from the car, undulates his hips wantonly-- MORRIS Whawhak! 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 a** into the garbage-- MORRIS (wails) Oh, no -- Oh, God...No! Prince skids to a slick stop. Vanity is transfixed. The entire episode took less than five seconds. He twists the 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 stop-- PRINCE Get on! 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 extended-- MORRIS Stop! Stop! But Prince BLAZES down upon him, sending him slipping and sliding to safety. He BLASTS around the bend-- MORRIS Motherf**er! You long-haired f*ggot! (97) EXT. HIGHWAY TO EMBANKMENT -- NIGHT Prince and Vanity WHIPPING down the highway. (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-- VANITY So here we are again. So this is it, huh? What do you want this time? He looks at her painfully, upset about her drunken state-- VANITY What's your problem now? What's your main problem? PRINCE 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 a**, hoists herself up-- VANITY No big deal, huh... She pulls Morris' FLASK from her jacket -- his eyes blacken-- PRINCE Give me that. VANITY No, definitely not. Who are you? You can't tell me what to do. She puts it to her lips-- PRINCE 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 - - she s**er-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 s**s at her mouth, biting and kissing her in a fever pitch. 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 bu*tocks, 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 bu*tocks, 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 bu*tocks 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 cry... She moves away, draws her coat tightly about her, fixes him with a contemptuous look-- VANITY You're nothing, Prince, absolutely nothing. You think you're so special -- but deep down you're just like all the rest. (a beat) 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 really cares. She runs up the embankment, wipes away her tears, faces him-- VANITY 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- - THE DRIVER 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! VANITY 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-- VANITY I need a ride. She cuts around the car, hops in. The Driver skids off into the night. Prince stands there trembling, watches as it disappears into the distance. DISSOLVE TO: (99) EXT. PRINCE'S HOUSE -- NIGHT Prince pulls up to the wooden gate, cuts the motor, gets off. He walk 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 a spasm-- PRINCE Dad...? Silence. A sudden dread courses through him, leaving a hollow in his stomach. His feet are like lead. He moves heavily into the room-- PRINCE Mom...? 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 living room... ...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 -- all smashed. He rushes into the kitchen, looks around crazily-- PRINCE Daddd...! 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... (101) OMIT (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 cries-- MEDIC Lift! And the gurney is hoisted up the stairs quickly, the bulk of the crowd following, his Mother supported as she ascends the stairs. 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 PRINCE 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. PRINCE'S POV-- 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 gun...the gun...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 his Father's hand. ..and he stares at it. The WHISTLE is LOUDER! His heart is pounding in his ears. He squeezes them shut, looks up... The gun. 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-- PRINCE (screaming) Noooooo!! 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 again. 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, unends 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 the 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 light. ANOTHER ANGLE 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 the 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... DISSOLVE TO: (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 gentlythen-- MC (over) (excited) 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-- MORRIS You love us right?! You want us right?! I can't hear you! The CROWD is SCREAMING -- Morris flashes a wide, exaggerated grin-- MORRIS What time is it?! (a beat) Whawhak!! And MUSIC. The Time launches into "The Bird" and Morris, laughing heartily, does 'The Bird" (dance) with Jerome as the audience ROARS their approval. (107) INT. DRESSING ROOM/BACKSTAGE -- NIGHT as Prince and his Band sit in grave silence, the exuberant SOUNDS of the CLUB filtering through the open door. Jill is also in the room, sitting on a table, holding the dog silently in her lap. She casts sidelong looks to Prince, tears welling in her eyes. The Band Members fidget nervously, knowing full well that their jobs are on the line, and feeling awful about the personal tragedy that has befallen Prince. The entire situation is very tense, and it's made worse every time the crowd lets out a delighted ROAR of approval. But Prince sits placidly, his face an enigma, his feelings a mystery. (108) INT. CLUB -- NIGHT And it couldn't be more of a contrast! The place is a riot of color and raucous carryings on. "The Bird" is a smashing success with everyone on the dance floor trying gamely to get the steps right. Morris and Jerome are flushed with pride, surprising even themselves with their impromptu adjustments to the act. The MUSIC crescendos, then comes to a rousing blistering end! The stage is plunge into darkness. the CROWD goes BERSERK. Billy Sparks shakes his head happily-- BILLY Jesus! (109) INT. BACKSTAGE -- NIGHT Morris, Jerome and The Time cut briskly past admiring FANS, laughing and shouting crazily-- BAND MEMBERS (ad lib) It's all over now. He better watch out. He doesn't even need to go on. He might as well go home. (110) INT. DRESSING ROOM -- NIGHT As Prince, Jill and the Band sit in dead silence listening to The Time's bluster off screen. Suddenly The Time crosses the doorway -- Morris does a double- take, sticks his head into the room-- MORRIS How's the family! Whawhak! The Time busts up, drags Morris from the room. Prince's group is shocked, casts furtive glances to him -- but he remains serene, then-- MC (over) Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Prince! Applause offscreen. Prince stands abruptly, straps on his guitar. His Band Members look at him closely, trying to discern his feelings. He gives them a cursory glance, cuts out the door. (111) INT. CLUB -- NIGHT Prince hits the stage and the APPLAUSE grows, but it' s nothing like the exuberance that greeted Morris. He moves center-stage and plants himself there, his eyes staring into the audience. BILLY SPARKS leans against the bar, a smug look on his face. VANITY walks slowly up the stairs, gazes at Prince. PRINCE does not move. The APPLAUSE trickles away. He continues to stare in the audience making no attempt to direct his Band, or start a tune. A nervous TWITTER ripples though the crowd. Those who know about the tragedy feel a profound embarra**ment for him -- but no one turns away. Then his voice comes clear and mellifluous-- PRINCE I would like to do a song that two of my friends wrote. A MURMUR, cuts through the Crowd like a riptide. Prince snaps a look to Lisa and Wendy and confirms that it is indeed their song. They can't believe it! Tears spring to Wendy's eyes before she knows it ... Prince smiles at her, then gazes at his entire Band. Their eyes fasten on him in an instant. He counts softly and... MUSIC. The opening bars of "Purple Rain." He turns to to the audience and SINGS.... It's a ballad, a poem really, a plea for understanding, love, and survival. It's a testament, a pact if you will, between himself and others... The AUDIENCE is mesmerized, all EYES are upon him -- but Prince doesn't notice. Lips pressed against the mike, dark eyes streaming, he's lost to himself now, loosening all that's within him, cleansing himself of his rage, hatred and pain... VANITY is crying. Every moment she has shared with him is expressed in this song, and the effect on her is unnerving. Her heart leaps to him in a way she never thought possible. But she lets it go willingly, as the words draw her in, seducing her somehow, making her free...as if the music, his words, all that he has experienced and understood, is purging what is confused and ugly within herself, leaving her with an understanding and joy that burns in her womb like soft fire. A smile springs to her lips as tears continue to flow, and she finds herself moving closer... ...as the Audience moves closer, drawn somehow to the stage, to the person who SINGS so truly, to the person who gives of himself unselfishly to all that he feels... Prince begins a long sustained CRY that cuts though the hearts of all present. The MUSIC builds awsomely, and he continues to sing out, emptying himself of all the remaining pain lying within. The MUSIC crescendos and comes to a quiet end... Stunned SILENCE. A silence so profound you could hear a pin drop. Prince sighs, a**umes the worse, then cuts across the stage purposefully. Now some CLAPPING. And a WHISTLE from the back and the SHOUTING. And more WHISTLES and some even SCREAMING. And the WHISTLES and the SHOUTS and the CLAPPING growing and growing as.... (112) INT. HALLWAY -- NIGHT Prince cuts from the stage in a frenzy, rushes toward the rear exit. The APPLAUSE is building and building until it's a THUNDER, an onrushing ROAR, an avalanche of HYSTERIA that rocks the club mightily... PRINCE is still running though, his face streaming with tears, past the surprised look of Jill, past the FANS, past everyone -- stripping of his clothes fiercely, flinging off his jacket, his shirt, his scarf-- (113) EXT. BACK ENTRANCE, INT. HALLWAY -- CLUB -- NIGHT He SMASHES open the door, BURSTS outside. He s**s in the night air as if he was drowning. He wipes away his tears, rushes to his bike, starts to undo the chain... ...they're SHOUTING his NAME... Not randomly, not haphazardly, but...in unison. And relentless, very demanding, downright urgent, and...it's beautiful. A wry smile crosses his lips. He heads back to the door. Jill is there, scared, her face a map of tears. He flashes her a smile-- PRINCE Hi. She's thunderstruck, can barely squeak it out-- JILL Hi. And he whips into the hallway. Her face dissolves into a smile of pure joy. (114) INT. CLUB -- NIGHT MOVING now, FAST and FURIOUS. The HALLWAY is LINED with PEOPLE. They reach for him as he pa**es, touching him, showering him with their love. Someone hands him his shirt, another his scarf -- it's so intense! He's moving quickly now, his jacket up ahead, closer...he stops suddenly, stunned... ...Vanity is holding his jacket. He's struck speechless -- she hands it to him smiling, tears streaming down her face-- VANITY I love you. His knees go weak, she kisses him spontaneously, pushes him lovingly to the stage. THE CROWD IS ROARING! (115) INT. HALLWAY AND STAGE REAR -- NIGHT He's half-running now like crazy -- his Band is on-stage, peering anxiously into the hallway. They spot him and relief sweeps their faces like a tidal wave. He whips his jacket on, rushes up the stairs... (116) INT. CLUB -- NIGHT STAGE THUNDER! Prince walks center- stage...and bows. The AUDIENCE goes BERSERK! He acknowledges Wendy and Lisa, and then the entire Band. The CROWD is jumping out of their skin! He straps on his guitar, gives a deft signal and-- MUSIC. The Band launches into "I Would Die For You." Vanity squeezes her way through the crowd and stands watching Prince from the wings. He presses his lips to the mike and SINGS. The MUSIC continues as we... CUT TO: (117) INT. LIVING ROOM, PRINCE'S HOME -- NIGHT Prince walks through the LIVING ROOM slowly, gazes at the smashed table, the broken lamp and dishes. Every item in the room suddenly takes on a profound significance. His father's slippers under the sofa, his mother's knickknacks on the table, her pen and ink drawings on the wall. After a moment, he picks up his father's slippers, studies them a long time. (118) INT. BEDROOM -- NIGHT The DOOR opens -- a LIGHT snaps ON. He walks into the room, places his father's slippers in the CLOSET. His Mother's dress is lying in a heap on the floor. He picks it up, and puts it away. (119) INT. BASEMENT -- NIGHT as he descends the steps hesitantly. The FLOOR is covered with rubble. He sits on the steps, stares at his father's MUSIC on the floor. "I Would Die For You" continues as we... CUT TO: (120) INT. CLUB -- NIGHT Prince on-stage SINGING "I Would Die For You." The AUDIENCE is captivated, locked into his grip again. His eyes seem to be focused on something far away. He closes them tightly, presses his lips against the mike. The MUSIC continues as we... CUT TO: (121) INT. BASEMENT, PRINCE'S HOME -- TWILIGHT He's in the final stages of cleaning the basement floor. The debris has been swept up, shelves righted, smashed items thrown away... He stacks his Father's music neatly, tears welling in his eyes. He places it in new boxes, stands wearily, a fulfilled look on his face. Suddenly he stops -- stares at the awful chalk marks on the floor: his Father lying down, the gun gripped in his hand... "I Would Die For You" continues as we... CUT TO: (122) INT. CLUB -- NIGHT Prince on-stage SINGING "I Would Die For You." He's lost to himself now, locked into a personal horror he alone can see. The CROWD is pressed against the stage, mesmerized by his performance. Billy Sparks is also drawn in, amazed at the power being generated from the stage. Prince sweeps the audience with his eyes, then fastens on Vanity earnestly, SINGS directly to her. The MUSIC continues as we... CUT TO: (123) INT. BASEMENT, PRINCE'S HOME -- DAWN He pulls a HOSE from behind the washer, draws it on to the floor. He hesitates a moment, gazes one last time at his Father's outline, tears welling in his eyes. He turns the water on, watches as the dusty yellow chalk gives way reluctantly, mixing with the water, swirling down the drain. Calmness sweeps his face like a pa**ing cloud. Just then SUNLIGHT blazes in through the casement windows. Water droplets glisten brilliantly in the morning light. He turns the water off, goes to put the hose back -- stops suddenly, surprised... ...his Mother's earring lies on the floor. He's entranced, picks it up, stares at it a moment. Everything he's been through comes rushing at him like a loco motive. The confusion, the shouting and violence, the darkness that eclipsed his parents' life -- it's all there, lying just below the surface, settled into his heart. But now there's a difference -- he knows it's there and has discovered what could happen when it takes control of your life. So as he stands in the basement, on the clean cellar floor, he realizes that...he'll just take one thing at a time, and do it right. Better than anybody else. He smiles, realizes that in the last few weeks, he's never felt better than he feels right now. He turns quickly, flips the earring to the stairwell... ...Vanity plucks it from the air. Their eyes lock and they share smiles of pure joy. He picks up his father's music, and they both head up the stairs. "I Would Die For You" continues as we-- CUT TO: (124) INT. CLUB -- NIGHT CELEBRATION! Everyone is JUMPING up and down. Prince is radiant, strutting across the stage, his hands upraised. The CROWD goes WILD! He flashes a wide grin to Vanity, then twists, eyeballs the CROWD wickedly, wonderfully. It's too much! Everyone is joining in now. Even Morris and Jerome, standing in the wings, start DANCING like crazy. Then suddenly they catch themselves, stop, act dignified. But Vanity sees them and busts up. They catch her look, laugh heartily and join in again. The MUSIC segues into a fierce BEAT. The CROWD lets out a ROAR! Prince strips off his guitar, streaks center- stage. The Band launches into "Baby, I'm A Star." ...And the CROWD laughing, dancing, shouting and loving. The CLUB is ALIVE! And the MUSIC continues...forever...