P U R P L E R A I N
Formerly Dreams by William Blinn
Scanned & Edited by lovesexy
Cyberpublished by P.L.T.T.
(1) Black Screen
SOUND under: MUSIC building in INTENSITY
We are gathered here today
To get through this thing
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
Then huge CU of EYES opening, gazing
into mirror, HAND applying makeup,
sudden BLACKNESS, then--
That's right...a world of
You can always see the sun --
Day or night.
BURN IN MAIN TITLE: PURPLE RAIN
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
In this life, You're on your
Now, pulsating COLOR -- FLASHES of hot,
And if de-elevator tries to
bring you down,
Go crazy, punch a higher
and the BEAT provocative now,
relentless, BUILDING with fierce intent
(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
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
The MUSIC continues as we ...
(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
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 ...
(4) INT. SHOWER, MORRIS' APT. -- NIGHT
MORRIS DAY stands in the shower, steam
whirling about his face. He's 22 years
old, matinee-idol sexy 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...
(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 ...
(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 passing breeze.
Without taking his eyes off her, the
Businessman approaches the Cabbie,
starts talking ...
"Let's Get Crazy" continues as we...
(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 sexy, half-lidded pose only a
mother could love--
Oh, Lord ...
"Let's Get Crazy" continues as we ...
(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 ...
(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
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 ...
(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...
(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 bass 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...
(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
She rushes to the window, tears open the
shutters -- iron bars obstruct her
(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
(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...
(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
"Let's Get Crazy" continues as we...
(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
We're going to slay him...
"Let's Get Crazy" continues as we...
(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
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 glass 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
I have an appointment with the
No you don't -- he doesn't see
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
Vanity streaks inside, blazes up the
stairway, ducks behind a GROUP of
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--
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--
Sorry ... where's the office?
Jill squats, picks up the broken glasses-
Do you think you can just come
in here and take over?
I said I'm sorry -- what do
you want me to do? Where's
Jill points -- Vanity hurries away --
No one's in!
Vanity stops dead in her tracks, does a
slow burn. She walks back to Jill--
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.
Do you have any experience?
Vanity simmers, enunciates every word--
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.
Passion 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
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
Here, fill this out -- I'll
have him call you.
I don't have a phone. When
will he be back?
Well...you can try tomorrow.
You can count on it.
Vanity hands the card back to her --
Jill reads the name, address -- looks up
as Morris and The Time pass Prince on
their way to the stage--
Why don't you stay awhile, see
how it's done.
The Band Members bust up -- but Prince
ignores them, then--
Ladies and gentlemen -- please
welcome The Time.
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
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
(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
I really liked your song
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
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,
But Prince is too far away, the traffic
too coneested for him to hear. He whips
down the street, disappears around the
Vanity continues running, then slows,
dejection overcoming her in waves. She
looks around -- KIDS are staring at her,
passing jokes. Embarrassed, She moves
to the front door but Chick is there,
his eyes upon her cold, impassionate.
Exhausted and slighlty tearlul, she cuts
across the street, heads back to her
(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, homogeneous, lower middle-
class neighborhood whose occupants are
hard-working type fiercely protective of
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--
Listen to me! You come home
when I say come home! You've
got no business in the
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
He's upon her now, WHACKING! at her
horribly, trying to get to her face--
You do what I say, do you hear
me?! You've got to keep this
place clean! You here, no
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--
Please, Dad...she's heard you.
She's had enough!
His Mother drags herself up along the
He's trying to kill me! He's
crazy! Look what he's doing
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--
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 passages. 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 passageway,
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
(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,
Suddenly she stops -- listens intently.
She jumps up, deliberately spills her
orange juice on the piano. Prince comes
around the corner, stops short--
What are you doing here?
She's a bundle of loose, embarrassing
ends -- the cigarette, hat, juice--
What...what are you doing
He feels caught out -- SCANS the BOARD
earnestly for Vanity's info -- tries
to think of something to say--
Huh ... it's kind of dead in
here. Where is everybody?
In bed I guess...
Oh, God ...
Guess what, I bought a dog.
(he spots vanity's card)
Ah, I guess I'll come back at
a better time. You think
tonight the the place'll be
Well, I'll be here -- I always
like what you do.
He smiles, moves to the door -- Jill
connects with a thought--
Wait! I've got something for
What? A subpoena?
She rumages through her bag, pulls out a
It's a song Lisa and Wendy
He stiffens, doesn't reach for it--
Why didn't they give it to me
Well, I liked it and wanted to
listen to it. They told me to
give it to you when I was
He puts his sunglasses on, hesitates,
then takes it from her gingerly. He
regards it for a long time--
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
...BRENDA and SUSAN, gamely trying some
intricate dance steps. Brenda is 21
years old, blond, sexy, with an alluring
new-wave look. Susan is 16 years old,
with dark, lustrous hair and a sexy baby-
doll quality. Right now they're tired as
hell, and a little angry--
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--
You ladies don't seem to
realize how valuable my time
is. You're going to make my
boys look bad.
Why don't you let us come up
with our own steps?
Morris glares at her--
We tried that...
The Girls fidget--
Now you're in the best
possible position you can be
in, so what' s the matter --
your shoes on too tight or
(claps his hands)
Let's have some action, let's
have some asses wiggling, I
want some perfection. Whawhak!
The MUSIC starts up -- the Girls start
dancing. Morris looks woefully to
I think I'm going to need a
drink, a strong drink.
Let's get the hell out of
(25) EXT. STREETS AND ALLEY -- DOWNTOWN -- DAY
Morris and Jerome move briskIy down the
This just ain't happening. The
bitches are okay, but we need
something more exciting-
You're right. We could be
doing much better. Any ideas?
That powder fine babe we saw
Oooh, yeee! -- Why don't we
find out who she is?
Morris snaps an address in front of his
I already know that. Jill
gave me everything last night.
Then what are we waiting for?
No, no -- that ain't classy
enough. I want the bitch to
come to me -- I'm the only
star in this town.
Suddenly a BEAUTIFUL BABE lunges into
the sidewalk from the alley--
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
shit. Who the fuck do you
think I am?!
Jerome puts the girl in a headlock,
DRAGS her into the alley--
Leave me alone you ape! --
What are you doing to me?!
He flings her into the dumpster, SLAMS
the lid with a CRASH. Morris pats his
Lo-rd..! Such nastiness.
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,
Jerome, this car --
it's...it's lacking something.
What do you think?
Hmm... I don't know...
I got it! The hubcaps. We
need something sweeter.
I think I know what it needs.
Morris is pondering his Stacy Adams--
Yeah ... I know what these
(26) INT. SHOESHINE STAND -- DOWNTOWN -- DAY
Morris sits in the chair, his Stacy
Adams worked on by an old, grizzled
SHOESHINE BOY in his mid-sixties, with
large jowls and silver close-cropped
hair. Jerome stands nearby, watches
The girl has expensive tastes.
I wonder if she can sing.
As fine as she is...she
doesn't have to know how to
I know that's right.
Hey -- watch it now.
The Shoeshine Boy looks up balefully --
Morris smiles, then grits his teeth--
I want you to stay out of the
set tonight. I want you to
work the floor.
I want to know when that sweet
thing shows up. You stay by
the door, you see her, you
come get me, cool?
Cool. I come get you -- let
you know the girl's there.
Well, not if I'm with my other
babes. That wouldn't be cool.
I don't want to break their
hearts, and you know how I
feel abouy that. So we ought
to have like, a signal.
Okay. What's the password?
You got it.
The password is what?
The password is exactly?
-- Hold it now. Slow down.
The babe walks in and you see
I see her.
You come get me.
I come get you.
And I'll probably have a
couple little sexies on the
stand-by, and we don't want to
upset them, do we? So you
just glide by me and
The password is okay?
Far as I'm concerned.
Dammit! Say the password.
Say the password, sperm
The password is what.
That's what I'm asking you!
It's the password!
The password is it?
Ahhhhh! The password is what!
It! You just said so!
The password isn't it! The
1 got it?
It or right?
The Shoeshine Boy looks up slowly --
regards them with a soulfull look--
Either of you do heavy drugs?
(27) EXT. STORE WINDOW AND MALL SHOPS -- DOWNTOWN --
The SIDEWALKS are alive with bustling
SHOPPERS. Vanity walks aimlessly past
store windows, staring longingly at the
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
PRINCE (0. S .)
Give me that.
She looks up startled--
There ... on your boot.
She looks down -- it's the expensive
gold chain. She hesitates, then hands
it to him. He drops it into his pocket,
She runs after him--
Give it back to mel
He continues to walk briskly -- she
starts pulling on his coat--
You can have it back later.
I want it back now, okay?
Who gave it to you?
Female or male?
You're lying. I can tell just
by your reaction that you're
He moves away briskly -- Vanity stands
her ground, amused--
So you gave it to me -- it's
not yours anymore.
He stops short -- something has caught
his eye. She's curious, comes up behind
You see something you like?
He puts on his sunglasses. A GUITAR
stands prominently in the window.
Let's go for a ride.
He flips her the gold chain' -- turns
hastily. She weighs it in her hand,
studies the guitar--
(28) EXT. HIGHWAY -- DUSK
Prince and Vanity on his MOTORCYCLE
blazing down the HIGHWAY, twisting
through TRAFFIC. The CITY is behind
them, receding into the distance.
(29) Ext. COUNTRYSIDE -- DUSK
They pull off an access road, drop down
a small embankment, ride down a narrow,
The pull to a stop. A LAKE stretches
before them. Vanity gets off the bike,
walks around exploring, casting curious
glances at Prince. He stands by the
water, idly tossing stones--
My psychic told rne I was
going to be famous.
How much did that cost you?
Fifty bucks. It was a good
He doesn't respond -- she suddenly feels
No seriously -- My psychic did
tell me. I was in a play
Oh, yeah -- what did you play?
She stretches her arms like a butterfly,
does a little step--
That means I can sing and
Want to help me?
Want to know why?
Because you wouldn't pass the
Well, for starters ycu have to
purify yourself in the waters
of Lake Minnetonka.
You have to purify yourself in
Her brow furrows, she looks out across
the lake. He's calmly throwing stones.
Recognizing a challenge when she sees
one, she formulates a plan, faces him
seductively, shoots him an open look.
He stops suddenly, locks eyes with her,
feels his knees go weak. Her hold on
him is unmistakable. She pulls off her
blouse in one fluid motion, tugs off her
boots, drops her pants to the ground.
She's exquisite, takes a step toward
him. Passion rings in his veins ...
Suddenly she turns on her heels, moves
purposefully toward the water. He's
shocked, realizes that she's about to
Hey, wait a minute! Thats--
But she silences him savagely--
We made a deal!
And before he can react she scampers
along a log, DIVES beneath the surface.
He can't believe it -- her spirit really
impresses him. She breaks the surface
coughing and sputtering, hops and jumps
to the shore--
That ain't Lake Minnetonka.
He tries to keep a straight face, jumps
on his motorcvcle, STARTS it up. His
words take a moment to sink in, then--
You bastard. I don't believe
it. How could you do that to
She gathers up her clothes, tries
desperately to put them on. She slips
and falls -- Prince can't help laughing-
Damn you -- I'll kill you.
She starts throwing stones. He laughs,
blasts up the path--
You prick! Are you sick?! Is
this some kind of ritual --
getting your kicks! How many
girls have you done this to?
He blazes up the embankment, SAILS
through the air, drops expertly onto the
road. He fishtails to a slick stop.
Vanity is by the lake, flailing about,
throwing things, trying to get into her
He laughs heartily, wants to kid her,
rides down the road as if he's leaving.
Having his fun, he slows, turns to go
...his smile dissolves instantly.
Vanity is in the 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
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--
Honey, you still chasing after
Kim is 21 years and gorgeous, with dark
eyes, a smooth sculpted face, and taut
shapely legs. She is street-educated
and doesn't need encouraging to speak
her mind. Katy is also in her-early
20's, a tall, alluring Oriental, with an
attractive, intelligent face--
I'm doing what I'm doing.
It's my business.
He doesn't even look at you.
That's the last thing you want
from a man.
You just don't know him like I
Honey... Look, Listen, and
then Feel. If you do them in
any other order, you're headed
Matt and Bobby (members of Prince's
group) stroll up--
Hey, Jill -- where's our
They're coming -- just wait.
Matt stares hungrily at her breasts--
What you want isn't on the
Jill, in ten years they'll be
on the table.
She swats him with her order pad --
Bobby ducks, taunts her--
C'mon, c'mon ...
She goes to swing, Matt moves in,
squeezes her breasts--
Get out of here, you jerks!
Sweetheart ... do you have a
real hot place where I could
stick my nose?
Sure -- try a microwave.
The Guys bust up, head for their tables-
Those guys are deep.
Yeah -- deeply retarded.
(31) INT./EXT. CLUB -- MONEY WINDOW -- NIGHT
Vanity stands in line waiting to get in.
She wears a short, black dress and red
heels, carries a black and red
clutchbag. Her hair is swept back and
wind-blown, her eyes dark and dancing.
She looks wickedly wonderful and knows
CHICK stands by the window, arms folded,
as massive as a Sequoia. He regards her
I'm paying ... see?
(to cashier, gruff)
Keep the change.
Chick advances on her -- her eyes widen
The manager wants to see you.
Really..? Oh, great...like to
see him too.
She breaths a sigh of relief.
JEROME watches as Chick escorts Vanity
to the upper level. He stays short
(32) INT. CLUB UPPER LEVEL -- NIGHT
as Vanity and Chick come to a halt in
the middle of the f Ioor--
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--
Hi, I'm Billy Sparks, I manage
Vanity turns around -- her eyes widen
He's 38 years old, 5'3" tall and weighs
about 180 pounds. He's dressed in a
baby-blue running suit.and white tennis
shoes that come to a point. A dark-
skinned, smooth-faced black man, he's
wearing small, white sunglasses and a
base-ball cap perched on his head. Fred
Flintstone in Harlem. A hip, fast-
talking jive motherfucker who uses
profanity like a light saber. Chubby,
cuddly, cherubic Billy Sparks. He'd
sell his mother if he thought he could
make a buck.
They size one another up in. about three
Hi -- I really like your club.
What time is it?
Oh, that's a really nice
watch. Very pretty.
Billy lights a cigarette, offers her
one, she accepts--
You look like a guy I used to
go out with -- he was a lot
older, but I like older men.
Really, what a coincidence.
I just came off a Broadway
play. My grandmother got
Does she live here?
No, in New York ...
But, huh, I have a sister
here, lives in Saint ... huh
What do you want to do? You
don't want to be a waitress do
No ... no...Actually I was
thinking more in the way of
Of course... how about dinner?
Dinner, then the theatre, my
Hi ya, Billy.
Good evening, Jerome.
Vanity sees her escape--
Jerome -- I was looking all
over for you!
They BOTH look at her surprised--
You know each other?
Jerome goes along with it--
Yes, we've met. I have
something to show you.
Great. See you later, Billy.
She walks away with Jerome, arm in arm--
You rescued me.
(33) INT. DRESSING ROOM -- NIGHT
Prince and his band (Mark, Bobby, Matt,
Lisa) sit backstage, waiting to go on.
An air of tension permeates the room.
Lisa sits in the corner and fidgets,
casts sidelong looks to Prince. He sits
apart from the group, deathly silent,
locked in thouqht.
Wendy walks in and shares a look with
Lisa. She goes up to Prince, her voice
filled with nervousness--
Hi ya, Prince. I heard
through the grapevine you had
a new tune written by two
great girls. By chance did
you hear it?
He stares at her -- if looks could kill
Wendy would be dead--
I knew it -- he didn't listen
to it. He probably dropped it
under his bike and rolled over
Prince grunts, turns away -- Wendy is
Wow! Okay...you think about
this. I'm going to be real
honest with you. You're
really being full of shit.
Forget about it, Wendy. Let's
get out of here--
But Wendy, agitated, silences her with a
Every time we give you a song,
you say you're going to use
it, but you never do. You
always think that we're doing
something behind your back.
You're just being paranoid as
Shut up, Lisa, please!
You should know by now that we
wouldn't hurt vou. We're not
out to put a dark cloud over
your head. It's just to make
you feel good, Prince --
that's what it's all about.
You've been this way with us
The nominees for the best
-- Fuck it, Wendy -- let's
Wendy is shaking, tears spring to her
Do you know you can really,
really hurt people? Doesn't
that mean anything to you?
Doesn't that make you feel
I'm tired of this ... I'm
They leave the room, Wendy SLAMS the
door behind her. Prince casts a look to
Bobby, Mark, Matt--
You tired, too?
God got Wendy's periods
reversed. About every 28
days, she starts acting nice.
Lasts about a weekend.
Thud. The joke hangs suspended like a
ball and chain. Bobby gets up, the
others follow him to the door--
What difference does it make,
Prince. We're still a group,
They cut out the door.
(34) INT. HALLWAY -- NIGHT
Bobby, Matt and Mark move briskly to the
you...'effed up headcase.
People with talent usually
Matt dons his surgeon's mask -- Mark
rolls his eyes--
Of course, there are a number
of headcases without great
(35) INT/BACKSTAGE ENTRANCE/CLUB -- NIGHT
Morris stands by the door surrounded by
several delicious BABES. One of them,
wearing a tight, red dress, looks
especially enticing. Morris leans in
closer -- her tasty breasts strain
against the spandex material--
Honey -- don't you ever try
and breastfeed no baby now.
Never mind ...
You got it.
Be snaps his head to the side -- Morris
looks, sees Vanity sitting at a table.
His eyes dance mischievously--
What time is it?
(36) INT. DRESSING ROOM -- NIGHT
as Prince sits by himself in front of
the mirror, staring at a cassette on the
counter. We recognize it immediately as
the tape Jill gave him earlier,
containing Lisa's and Wendy's music. He
picks it up, snaps it into a ghetto
blaster. MUSIC, without lyrics, fills
the room. He adjusts the dials, sits
back and listens a moment. Suddenly the
Prince, five minutes.
Be snaps off the music, drops the
cassette into his pocket, cuts out the
(37) INT. BACKSTAGE -- NIGHT
He comes to the stage-area. His
Band.Members are standing about
anxiously, watching the final moments of
The Modern Aires' performance. He cuts
behind the curtain, peers at the
...his eyes fall on Vanity -- his face
brightens instantly. Just then Jerome
and Morris approach her. Prince shakes
his head knowingly, offers a wry smile,
then joins his band.
(38) INT. VAN1TY'S TABLE AND CLUB -- NIGHT
She sits demurely. Morris' eyes are
wide and shining -- her beauty up close
Vanity, I'd like you to meet
Morris E. Day.
Hold it now -- just leave the
Vanity...this is Morris Day
The pleasure's all mine.
she offers her hand -- he takes it
If you'd excuse me.
Morris signals him -- whispers into his
Too sexy ...
Have a waitress bring.a
bottle of their best
He seats himself, fastens her with a
sexy, half-lidded look--
Your lips would make a
lollipop too happy.
You think so, huh?
Kim appears with a bottle of champacne
Who's paying for this Morris?
I think you know that.
Jerome appears, opens the bottle with a
flair, performs a classy taste test.
Morris pulls out some cash, pays him,
who snatches the money, leaves--
Huh, keep the change--
He whispers to Jerome--
Get my change, will ya?
Jerome leaves, Morris purses his lips--
Oh, Lord...either somebody put
something in my drink, or you
are the finest (motherfucker)
I've seen in ages.
Excuse me, what did you say?
Huh...you look nice tonight.
He leans in, speaks with a sexy voice--
It's rare that I out my cards
on the table when it comes to
meeting younq ladies, but ...
I'm going to make you love me.
Is that a fact?
He folds his legs dramatically, his
Stacy Adams reflecting the light--
Just as sure as my Stacy Adams
Ladies and Gentlemen -- please
The CLUB erupts in CRIES! Prince hits
the stage, launches into "G-spot," a
fast, high-spirited funk tune that gets
the crowd hopping. Vanity watches as
Prince whips the crowd into a frenzy.
Morris listens with a complacent grin on
his face, his eyes searching out various
members of The Time who are scattered
through-out the club. When he connects
with one of them he makes a series of
absurd faces which sends them into
hysterics. For Prince is playing music
that The Time is noted for, and, as far
as Morris is concerned, performs better.
Not everyone in the club is dancing, or
paying attention, and this does not
escape his notice.
Suddenly "G-Spot" comes to a rousing
end. The CROWD cheers wildly. Prince
moves quickly to the piano and launches
into "Electric Intercourse," a love
ballad which, as it progresses, becomes
a personal statement for Vanity and
She listens intently, her eyes fastened
on him. The words have a profound
effect on her -- and the audience.
Without being consciously aware of it,
they're moving closer to the stage,
searching for their personal fix. Prince
surrenders himself to the music totally,
releasing from himself all that is
hurtful -- releasing the sincerity and
truthfulness that escapes him in his
daily life. We are entering realm
where life and music are inextricably
bound, and the impact on the performer
and listener is profound.
He's directing his music toward her, and
she receives it gratefully, almost
anxiously. It fills a void in her, hewn
by a life of meaningless promises. He
searches her face with his 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--
He doesn't like girls.
She's equal to the challenge--
I know -- he likes women.
But Morris can barely suppress a smile,
and settles himself comfortably into his
chair -- for he knows what Vanity has
lost...at least this round--
Well ... he don't do too good
with them either.
She flashes him a quizzical look -- he
(39) INT. BACKSTAGE HALLIIAY -- NIGHT
Jubilation time! Prince and his Band
move through the hallway briskly, past
the outstretched arms of admiring fans.
There's a lot of back-slapping going on
as the Musicians bask in the glow of
well-wishers. Prince moves past Billy
Sparks, who has an angry look on his
What's this intercourse, shit?
Hey; man -- don't worry about
I'm warning you...
But Prince ignores him, cuts into the
(40) INT. DRESSING ROOM -- NIGHT
--then stops suddenly, surprised. He's
muzzle to muzzle with a cuddly DOG, held
up lovingly by Jill--
OOHS! and AAHS! by the entire group.
Jill hesitates, then kisses Prince's
cheek compulsively. He's surprised,
Hey -- wait till we're
She fidgets, her face blushes red.
Wendy is studying the dog--
Oh, my God -- look at this!
Everyone looks -- Jill grins like the
It looks like you!
She thrusts the dog into his arms -- the
Band laughs uproariously. Jill is
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--
I wanted to cheer you up.
I'm hungry -- where's the
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
(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--
He doesn't look up--
We have to go to your place.
I want to show you something.
She's embarrassed by her apartment--
No...no, we can't.
Why -- is there someone there?
Why do you always think
there's somebody else?
He averts his eyes -- kick STARTS his
Yeah -- but we're not going to
He remains silent, snaps the bike into
gear, blasts down the ally into the
(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
He makes a deft U-turn, crosses his
house again -- seems to be listening
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
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--
That was a grand entrance.
Where am I?
He silences her with a look, moves
quickly across the grass, comes to a
window. He stands on a pipe, looks in--
(43) PRINCE'S POV -- INT. LIVING ROOM -- NIGHT
His Mother and Father in the living
room. His Mother is sprawled out on the
sofa, obviously drunk, her dress hiked
along her thighs. Her head rests in his
(44) EXT. BACKYARD -- NIGHT
Prince hops from the pipe, leans coolly
against the house. Intrigued. Vanity
(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--
So -- friends of yours?
Yeah -- the freak show.
He walks off. She jumps off the pipe,
SIDE OF HOUSE
as they emerge around the corner.
Prince squats by a basement window,
adjusts an old coal chute, then slides
She hesitates a moment, then slides down
(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
cassette player. are perched on a shelf,
and two speakers are recessed into the
walls. The entire room looks hand-
built, the wood carefully painted, or
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 cassette sits in the player. She
snaps it shut, hits the play button. A
DRUM BEAT fills the room, followed by a
WOMAN'S VOICE, seemingly speaking in a
foreign tongue. The combination is
hypnotic and sensual -- she finds
herself drawn in ...
Suddenly Prince grabs her by the waist,
lets out a SHRIEK. She draws a out
If you think you scared me,
Oh, yeah ...
He puts his index finger directly in
front of her nose, moves it back and
forth hypnotically. She follows it
earnestly with her eyes. Suddenly, he
pulls his hand away, stretches it to the
ceiling like an escaping bird. They
both smile, lock eyes. Passion rings in
The Woman's VOICE begins to moan deeply,
Who's the lucky girl? Sounds
like she was having a good
She's crying -- it's
backwards. It makes me sad
when I hear it. It sorta
sounds like she's laughing,
So what did you do to her? Do
you always treat your women
I don't have anybody right
Heat floods into her womb like soft fire-
You look pretty...
She touches his chest delicately, fluffs
up his hair--
She hesitates -- but he reaches out
tentatively, touches her breast--
But their mutual desire is too strong.
Their lips seek one another out timidly,
almost deferentially...then fervently.
(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
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
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
(49) INT. BEDROOM -- LATER -- NIGHT
MOONLIGHT glows throuch the casement
windows. MOBILES stir gently in the
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 passing cloud. She listens
-- Another DOOR SLAM, QUICK FOOTSTEPS,
and Prince's Mother
CRYING in the dark--
A bottle CRASHES to the floor. Then
...deep silence like snow in the room...
Vanity's racked with fear. She sits up
slowly, her eyes searching out Prince --
Suddenly more FOOTSTEPS, a DOOR SLAMS and the
WHACK! Something heavy CRASHES to the
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
(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--
Damn, baby, hold it! Hold
Oh, God -- God! You broke my
She sees it's Morris -- she's beside
herself with fear and rage--
You shit! What the hell are
you doing here?
He struggles in the bushes -- DOGS start
Shh! Shh! Shh! oh, Lord help
me outta here.
Hee, hee -- I know you
wouldn't want to spend the
whole night with ol' pencil
Your nose alright?
My nose is fine, I'm just
wondering if I fucked my shoes
They cut across the yard, head to the
street. The CADDY is parked at the
curb. Jerome leans against it, reading
Hi, Jerome. Wow! Nice
He grins proudly from ear to ear -- the
Caddy sports new chrome wire wheels--
You like them, huh?
Morris MOANS dismally--
Jerome...you think these can
His shoes are badly scuffed, the leather
torn across the top--
I think they're dead, man.
God, I'm sorry.
Shit -- it's so rough out
Just then a PATROL CAR cruises by. The
COP regards them suspiciously. Morris
and Jerome snap to attention--
You lock the door, baby?
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
(52) INT./EXT. CADDY -- NIGHT
Jerome drives. Morris and Vanity sit in
the backseat. He gazes at her ardently--
Jerome snaps a look in the rear-view --
Morris gives him a deft nod. Jerome
opens the glove compartment, searches
through the cassette tapes. He finds the
one he wants, snaps it into the player.
RESTAURANT AMBIANCE fills the car...
Note: The restaurant ambiance will grow
in volume, and will be followed by
exaggerated dinner music, punctuated
with strings and delicate cymbals. The
MUSIC plays throughout this scene -- and
Morris times his words to the ebb and
flow of the piece to insure the proper
...dinner MUSIC begins--
Cocktails before dinner?
Yes -- two piņa coladas.
Uh...make mine a virgin.
Jerome braces his knees against the
wheel, pours two premixed coladas into
Will you be having a virgin as
Ye-es! For dessert!!
Jerome stifles a laugh, pours a rum
miniature into Morris' glass. He hands
Thank you. Here you are,
They savor their drinks -- Morris'
fervor grows by leaps and bounds--
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
Stop me when I get to
Jerome places a pad by his side, pencil
at the ready. He settles the Caddy to a
cruising 55 -- Morris looks deeply into
Excuse me, baby...I bet you
didn't know I had a piece of
this restaurant, did you?
May I taste that?
He takes Vanity's drink, slurps a
Huh, excuse me, that's kind of
weak...here, try mine.
She does, and begins coughing violently-
Y'know...they say that saliva
is an aphrodisiac.
You look so lovely tonight.
Probably you'd look better
I wish you could see my home.
It's...it's so exciting.
He leans close to her, speaks in a soft,
In my bedroom, I have a brass
I have an Italian cook, Gino
Izogochograchi, or something
She giggles, looks at him deeply--
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--
Do you like diamonds?
I know it's rather masculine,
but -- try this one on.
He slides a large glass diamond on her
My God, darling it fits.
He studies her hands closely--
You must have strong hands,
but -- they're so soft...like
oils in my bubble bath.
He leans close to her--
I'm not usually so forward,
but -- would you like to make
love to me? I can make it so
She giggles freely, looks at him with
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...
...chili sauce. Oh, Lord.
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.
Baby, if the kid can't make
you come, nobody can.
Jerome checks off his pad--
Morris fixes Vanity with his half-
lidded, pouty-lip look--
Huh, what's it gonna to be
She's on the spot, thinks fast--
PULL OVER THERE!
Over there -- that's where I
Jerome SKIDS the car to a stop. They're
directly in front of a slick, hi-rise
Uh, what one is it?
That one, right there, see?
On the 14th floor.
It's nice, huh?
Oh, it's great. Real pretty.
Big open rooms, balconies,
fireplace -- the works.
He smiles lovingly--
Jerome puts the Caddy into
gear, pulls off into the night-
Hey, wait! C'mon!
Okay -- where are you taking
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
Oh yeah -- what?
Jerome hands Morris a cassette -- Morris
waves it in front of her nose--
A little song and dance. That
is, if you can sing and dance.
Prince is goinq to help me.
Jerome and Moris suppress their laughter-
Motherfucker needs a haircut.
Hee, hee, uh, excuse me. No
he won't. He's never done
anything in his whole life for
anybody but himself.
Guys better than you have
promised me things before.
I know that's right, but--
Jerome hands him a card with an address
on it. Morris hands the card to her--
-- not Morris Day.
Jerome pulls up in front of her motel.
Vanity reads the card--
Come by any time.
(53) EXT. MOTEL/INT. CADDY -- TWILIGHT
She gets out of the car, stands on the
sidewalk. Morris pushes the window
button -- nothing happens--
Jerome leans over, taps the glass -- the
window glides down--
One more thing ...
Jerome snaps the glove compartment,
hands Morris a neatly folded camisole.
Morris presents it to her--
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
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--
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
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
How'd you get home?
Took a cab.
Oh yeah? Where'd you get
She stares at the camisole in her hands-
I adore camisoles.
He nods dispassionately, walks into the
room, gives the place the once over,
(56) EXT. HIGHWAY -- DAWN
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
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--
God, this is beautiful. It
reminds me of where I grew up.
My father used to ...
He waits for an answer, it's not
Your father used to what...?
You must like places like
He goes to the stream, balances on
several rocks, moves to the other side.
The stream flows between them--
So, have you reconsidered my
What we talked about last
You can't be serious.
She starts a little dance step, climaxes
it with spins and twirls--
Oh, come on -- you know you
really want to. You've been
waiting for this opportunity
He can't help laughing -- she freezes,
looks at him coldly--
I'm sorry -- excuse me.
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
He smiles, walks off--
There's a lot of things you
don't know about me. You'd be
surprised how many things I
He disappears around some trees--
Take me home immediately! I
want to go home. I can't
stand this! I can't take this
PRINCE moves through the trees smiling,
I don't need this! I was
doing alright before I met
you. Motherfucker, you need a
He comes to a tree, leans against it
contentedly, studies the foliage.
VANITY paces back and forth frantically
along the stream--
I don't get this.
Prince! Who do you think you
are?! You don't care. You
don't care about anything! I
never wanted you to help me
PRINCE rests by the tree, observes TWO
HIKERS walking down the path toward him-
You think you're a good
musician?! You're nothing!
Morris is better. I never
wanted to make it with you
The Hikers pass him startled--
PRINCE, I HATE YOU!
Good morning, sir.
And they walk down the path, disappear around the bend.
VANITY is standing by his side, a
wildflower in her hands--
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have
said those things. Will you
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
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--
See you later?
'Cause I have to do something
Okay, come by -- eight
He kicks the bike into gear -- she
touches his jacket longingly--
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.
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, Passport,
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--
She looks around the corner -- a flower
delivery MAN stands in the hallway,
holding a bouquet of roses--
Come in ...
He cuts inside, and is followed by
another MAN, holding a bouquet of
Hey -- wait a minute. What's
The Men leave the room--
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--
Good morning, dahling.
(67) EXT. VANITY'S WINDOW AND STREET -- DAY
You're crazy! -- What are you
Come down -- come down.
I can't -- I've got things to
C'mon, ten minutes. I want to
show you something-
She shakes her head--
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--
Well...what do you think?
Morris is staring intently at the window
-- he purses his lips sensualy--
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 sexy, half-
lidded, pouty-lip look--
(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--
Lisa points to Prince. Wendy
immediately rips into the guitar solo of
"G-Spot." She stops suddenly--
Is that better? Do you like
He ignores her--
Where is everybody?
You're late -- they left.
So what are you doing here?
Lisa immediately launches into the
opening bars of "Let's Get Crazy"--
But I'm here to tell you that
there's something else -- our
The Girls bust up -- he glares at them--
Can't you guys get off it?
Can't you just leave it alone?
Wendy meets his glare with one of her
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
As you can see, we need
someone with your special
(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,
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 deathly 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
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--
Shut up! You don't care about
me! Leave me alone!
Prince claws desperately at his Father's
Don't I keep the heat on?
Isn't there food in the
I don't like it here. You
never talk to me! I'm always
Prince drags his Father away--
What's the matter with this
house? Isn't it nice and warm
The Mother stands on the bed SHRIEKING--
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--
Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
He lunges, drop KICKS his Father with
everything he's got! His Father SMASHES
backwards against the wall, slides to
his buttocks 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--
I'm just trapped here...
His Father's eyes well with tears. He
leans close to her, speaks softly--
You always got a roof
You don't let me have any
His Father sighs wearily, pulls himself
to his feet. He moves to the door--
I could make you happy. Just
believe in me...
I would die for you.
He leaves the room, closes the door
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
Suddenly she jumps up, starts pacing
It's nice here. It's a nice
house. Nothing wrong.
It's a good family. Believe
me, I know. Nothing wrong
Your father is okay. He's a
good man. You could learn
She catches a glimpse of herself in the
My, my! Don't you think I
have a good figure? Your
She sits in front of the mirror, studies
her face, her eyes...her breasts--
I was beautiful when your Dad
met me. I was out-a-sight!
She giggles, starts applying makeup--
I looked just like a movie
star. The minute he saw me
singing, I knew just what he
She fixes him with a conspiratorial
He wanted to get into my
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
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--
You look so pretty. Just like
me, honey. You coulda been a
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--
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 --
I have to go now, see some
friends. Don't tell your
She gets up, leaves the room--
(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
(72) INT. PRINCE'S BEDROObt -- NIGHT
She drops down into the basement, turns
excitedly, leaps into Prince's arms--
I 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--
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
She jumps up suddenly. She can't be
contained! She practically levitates--
I have a big surprise for you.
She rushes to the coal chute, climbs
halfway through. Prince, puzzled,
cracks up watching her ass 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--
What is 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--
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--
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--
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--
I love it!
She twists around, kneels beside him,
showers him with bites and kisses.
Suddenly she stops--
I'm going to join Morris'
His face drops, shocked--
She backs away from him, stands,
strikes a defensive stance--
I'm going to join Morris'
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
I'm sorry! Oh, baby, I'm
sorry! Are you alright?
He helps her up, she turns away from him-
Just...leave me alone.
His heart staggers in his chest--
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.
Vanity...? Don't I make you
happy? Don.t you like the way
Do you know Morris? Do you
know what he's about? He
doesn't care about you.
She twists viciously--
She rushes into the antechamber, climbs
through the coal chute, disappears into
(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--
Where's Lisa and Wendy?
They haven't shown up yet.
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
Prince. Billy Sparks wants to
Tell him I'm rehearsing.
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--
What do you want?
You wanted to see me?
Billy still moves -- Prince keeps up--
You having trouble?
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--
Morris called me this morning.
Seems he's got himself a new
group called Vanity Six. You
know anything about them?
He tells me they're great.
Thinks I'll be interested.
That's cool, but now I've got
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--
Go around the block!
The Babe pulls into the flow of traffic-
It won't be The Time --
they're playing backup to
Vanity. So it's either you or
the Modern Aires.
What would You do in my
Prince has a sinking feeling in his gut-
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--
'Nough said. Get smart.
Straighten up your shit.
(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
...Vanity, Susan, and Brenda dancing up
a fierce storm. Vanity fronts the two
Girls and moves panther-like in front of
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
I want to talk to you.
She's out of breath, waves him off--
Not now, I'm busy.
A TITTER goes through the Band Members -
- Vanity wipes her face, fixes him with
I said I'm busy -- we'll talk
He grabs her suddenly, pulls her to the
Leave me alone! I've got a
show to do!
She pulls away savagely--
YOU can't just come in here
and take me away! We'll talk
Morris is enraged--
Man -- why don't you just do
Prince glares at him, cups his genitals-
Why don't you kiss the one-
The Band lets out a condescending GROAN
-- the tension rises
Jellybean, 6'4", 210 pounds, steps from
behind the drums, moves up behind Prince-
Let's go, Jack.
He lunges, grabs Vanity again -- she
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--
He twists Prince's head backwards,
SMASHES his body to the ground--
Stay still, motherfucker!!
But Prince continues fighting him with
everything he's got! Jellybean is
He twists Prince's neck savagely,
SMASHES! his legs to the floor again and
Vanity is crying--
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--
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
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
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
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: Fuck 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
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,
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--
She turns, he gasps out loud. Her left
eye is swollen shut--
Hi, ya, baby...
Her drunken breath washes over him --
his head spins--
She rubs up against him--
Can you give me some money?
C'mon, just some money...
She gropes for him drunkenly -- he
suddenly realizes she doesn't know who
She tugs at her wedding ring--
Give me something for
this...just a little. It'll
C'mon...I'll take you home.
Just then a COP moves through the Crowd-
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--
C'mon, honey -- we're goin'
She fixes Prince with a glare--
You're a little young aren't
you? Get out of here. Leave
(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
Where the fuck are you?
He spins like a top, streaks down the
hallway, throws open several doors
Where are you?
He cuts into the kitchen raging--
Answer me you fucker!!
He twists around frustrated; exhaustion,
anger, and pain competing for the same
space. Suddenly he stops, listens
intently a moment. We HEAR it now -- a
PIANO. Someone's PLAYING A PIANO.
Prince throws a look at the basement
door -- it's ajar.
(81) INT. BASEMENT, PRINCE'S HOUSE -- NIGHT
A naked LIGHT BULB snaps ON. Prince
hesitates a moment, descends the steps,
pauses at the door. The MUSIC wafts
delicately in the night breeze. He
moves down the halllway uncertainly, but
steadily, the MUSIC growing, drawing him
He stops, peers into the antechamber.
His Father is at the piano, his back to
him. He's perched on the broken stool,
playing with all he's got.
Prince moves slowly into the room, his
knees weakening, his anger flowing from
him with every step he takes. Seeing
his Father this way, he doesn't know if
he should laugh or cry. He sits down
silently behind him, listens as his
The SONG ends. His Father sits a
moment, stretching his hands idly along
the keys. Feeling a presence in the
room, he spins around and jumps slightly
at seeing his son. He fixes him with a
threatening look, then shrugs, hunches
over the keys--
Is that yours?
'Course it's mine. Who else's
is it goin' to be? Got all
kinds of them. They're
I'd like to see them. You got
them written down somewhere?
No, man -- I don't write them
down -- don't need to. That's
the big difference between you
Thought you weren't going to
play no more.
His Father looks at him sullenly, then
looks down, stares at the keys.
Prince's eyes well with tears--
I saw Mom up the street. She
looked pretty bad. Any idea
how she got that way?
His Father bites his his lip, rubs a
hand over his face, stares at the keys.
His voice comes with difficulty--
I got a girlfriend.
You gonna get married?
I don't know.
His Father shares a hurtful look with
him, then stares darkly at the floor
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
The yellow Caddy sweeps up. Jerome is
at the wheel, Morris and Vanity sit in
the back. Morris is dressed elegantly,
resplendent in a 5O's-style suit. She's
beautiful in a sleek black dress, with
long black gloves, and heels--
What are we doing here,
What do you mean?
I don't want to be here. I
don't want to hurt anybody.
It's not about hurting
anybody. This is business.
We can use the exposure.
Just then Brenda and Susan come up to
the car excitedly. Brenda is dressed in
a 40's-style dress, Susan wears a form-
fitting leopard one. They both look
Hi -- you coming in?
Their excitement and nervousness is
endearing. Vanity's heart goes out to
them. She forces a smile, climbs out
Your horns are showing,
Yeah...but they're holding up
(84) INT. CLUB -- 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-
as Billy Sparks shakes hands with Morris
and Jerome and is introduced to Vanity
Six for the first time. We can tell by
his reaction that he likes what he sees.
He kisses Brenda and Susan, saves a
special squeeze for Vanity herself. He
escorts the whole group to a table
across the floor. Vanity brings up the
rear, casts a quick look to Prince
fastens on her and brings "Computer
Blue" to a rousing end. The Crowd
applauds, but it's more out of respect
than eagerness. He doesn't seem to
notice though, or care. He confers
quickly with his group., then moves
center-stage. The Band Members trade
frustrated looks with each other -- it's
obvious that they have some trouble with
the next song...
Prince presses his lips to the mike, and
the MUSIC starts. He begins SINGING
I knew a girl named Nicky,
I guess you can say she was a
I met her in a hotel lobby
masturbating in magazines.
She said, How'd you like to
waste some time,
And I could not resist
When I saw little Nicky grind.
shoots a fierce look to Prince, helps
Morris, Jerome and the Girls to their
table. Vanity is watching Prince, a
puzzled look on her face--
Hee, hee...little empty
tonight, huh, Billy. But I
guess money isn't everything.
Jerome busts up--
Oh no... that's cold...
But Billy agrees--
The Duke of Dick is in rare
They all look toward the stage--
is fastened on Vanity and it's apparent
to all. He launches into the next verse-
She took me to her castle
And I could not believe my
She had so many devices
Everything that money could
Sign your name on the dotted
The lights went out,
And Nicky started to grind.
flushes with embarrassment. Billy and
Morris notice this and glare at Prince.
looks dead-center at them, and then to
I woke up the next morning.
Nicky wasn't there.
I looked all ov'r all I found
Was a phone number on the
It said thank you for a funky
Call me up when ev'r you want
stands suddenly, fighting back tears.
She backs from the table quickly, knocks
the chair over. Morris tries to help
her, but she sweeps past him, hurrying
for the exit.
(85) INT. STAIRWAY/EXT. STREET -- NIGHT
as she comes down the stairs stumbling
slightly, tears streaming down her face.
Chick sees her, reached out to help--
But she pulls away, runs out the door,
cuts across the street.
(86) INT. CLUB -- NIGHT
brings the SONG to a blistering end.
The stage is plunged into darkness. He
strips off his guitar, cuts from the
stage, ignoring the grave looks from his
(87) INT. HALLWAY -- NIGHT
as Prince twists aggressively past a
handful of FANS, rudely disregarding
their attention. He Cuts into the
(88) INT. DRESSING ROON -- NIGHT
He's agitated, paces back and forth in a
frenzy. Suddenly the DOOR flies open.
Billy Sparks enters angrily--
What the fuck's wrong with
I don't have time for your
bullshit, Billy. What do you
My stage is no place for your
That's life, man.
Life my ass, motherfucker!
This is a business, and you're
not too far gone to see that.
I've told you this before.
You're not pulling them in
like you used to. The only
person who gives a fuck about
your music is yourself.
But Billy can't help laughing--
Just like your old man...
Prince shoots him a threatening look--
Yeah -- you got it. Tell me
You're not blind. Look around
you. No one's digging you.
Prince turns away--
Look at your band. Are they
in here right now? They're
out there 'cause they can't
stand being in the same room
What a fucking waste...like
father, like son--
Lay off that!
Billy turns to go--
Take your head out of your
ass, Prince, check it out --
unless you like the view up
there. Your music doesn't
make sense to anyone but
He closes the door behind him. Prince
stands dully a moment, then sits heavily
in a chair. Exhaustion suddenly
overwhelms him. He rests his head in
his hands, moments tick by...
He shakes himself awake -- Morris and
Jerome stand by the door--
That was fucked up what you
did man. Morris doesn't like
it. And being a part of this -
- I don't like it either.
I don't care.
Hee, hee...huh, it's obvious
you don't have what it takes
to be on top.
He pulls an envelope from his pocket--
But to show you that I'm
sympathetic to your problems -
- here's a pass to our show
tomorrow night. Enjoy it.
They leave. Then Morris sticks his head
into the doorway--
Don't forget to bring a
(89) EXT. THE TASTE -- NIGHT
COMMOTION. CARS are THICK in front of
THE TASTE, a small NIGHTCLUB located in
the poorer part of the city. Because of
its location, The Taste books different
dance bands four nights a week and then
hosts a Variety Night the remaining two.
Aspiring comedians, dancers and jugglers
flock to Variety Night, desirous of
trying their material in front of a live
audience -- and hoping to catch the
discering eye of a talent scout on the
Billy Sparks pulls up to the curb, gets
out with a beautiful WOMAN and cuts
(90) INT. BACKSTAGE, THE TASTE -- NIGHT
Jerome stands BACKSTAGE fidgeting
nervously, staring appreciatively at the
closed dressing room door. Various
PEOPLE in COSTUMES pass by sporadically.
Suddenly a burst of APPLAUSE and
LAUGHTER wafts into the hallway. Jerome
walks to the curtain and peers out--
(91) INT. THE TASTE -- NIGHT
Billy Sparks and his Girlfriend being
seated at a front table. A COMEDIAN is
on stage juggling KNIVES and HATCHETS.
The CROWD is ROARING their approval.
(92) INT. BACKSTAGE -- THE TASTE -- NIGHT
Just then a CLOWN passes Jerome, stops,
and hands him a flower. Jerome tries to
smile, but his nervousness is simply too
strong. The Clown hands him another
flower, trying to elicit a favorable
response. Jerome is patient, but
attempts to ignore the Clown in a polite
way, indicating he'd rather be alone.
The Clown persists, however, going
through a little routine, handing him
flower after flower...
Suddenly Jerome throws them into the
air, grabs the Clown by the throat and
flings him headlong down the hallway.
The Clown gives Jerome the finger and
walks off in a huff.
cuts from the dressing room, closes the
door behind him. He joins Jerome at the
curtain, and they move down the back
stairway to the CLUB--
I guess this is it.
I guess so, M.D.
I think I'm going to be sick.
Why does this have to be
happening to me? Has it
crossed your mind that we're
about to make the biggest
mistake we've ever made?
I don't think it's all that
That's why I do all the
(93) INT. THE TASTE -- NIGHT
as Billy Sparks spots Morris, waves. Morris manages a weak
smile, offers a half-hearted wave back. Just then we HEAR a
firce DRUM BEAT, and--
Ladies and Gentlemen, please
welcome Vanity Six.
He sits quickly, followed by Jerome --
they both put on sunglasses.
A HUSH descends over the CROWD. The
CURTAIN rises slowly...and Brenda, Susan
and Vanity are frozen in a provocative,
vampy stance. Their effect on the
audience is galvanizing -- the Crowd
bursts into APPLAUSE and WHISTLES--
Wearing sexy lingerie and moving
seductively to the beat, the Girls
launch into "Sex Shooter" with complete
abandon. The MUSIC is slick and fierce,
the Girls sexy and sure. Wearing black
bikini panties, black tails and boots,
Vanity dances center-stage and begins
SINGING. She's mesmerizing, her look so
alluring, so profound that the audience
sits slack-jawed in amazement. The
SPOTLIGHT is hers and she soaks it in,
radiating a sexiness that has the
audience at her feet. The entire
concept -- dress, dance, music and
staging -- is overwhelming, with just
the right degree of playfulness to allow
the Crowd easy passage into the fantasy
world the Girls create. Brenda and
Susan play off her wonderfully, sharing
secret looks with the Crowd, balancing
the wickedness of the act with an
innocence that is enticing. They're
working strongly as a unit now, the
AUDIENCE roaring their approval...
and Jerome are beside themselves with
happiness. The pull off their shades
immediately, sit back and glow in the
stands in the back, his eyes glued to
Vanity. Her strength and sureness in
front of the Crowd is breathtaking. The
audience loves her and he suddenly feels
very alone -- as if another wall has
gone up between them. He looks away a
moment and spots...
...Morris looking at him with a self-
satisfied, triumphant grin on his face.
Prince looks away, moves out of his
"Sex Shooter" comes to an end. The
stage is plunged into darkness. The
CROWD goes WILD, leaps to their feet,
begging for more. The Girls, slighly
over-whelmed by the response and
flushing deep red, hold one
another.tightly and take repeated bows.
watches the Girls bowing to thunderous
APPLAUSE. Suddenly Vanity looks at him
and touches the earring she's wearing --
it's his Mother's. His knees weaken
instantly, and he locks eyes with her.
The heat between them is unmistakable.
She smiles vividly, gives him an
endearing wave and steps back as the
He's MOVING through the Crowd before he
knows it, trying to get to the backstage
door. The Crowd is thick, his path
momentarily blocked. He spots Billy
Sparks cutting across the floor and
congratulating Morris and Jerome.
Prince turns from them, tries once again
to make his way through the Crowd.
(94) INT. DRESSING ROOM, AND HALLWAY -- THE TASTE -- NIGHT
and the Girls rush into the dressing
room and jump up and down with
excitement. They are beside themselves
with happiness, kissing and hugging one
another avidly. Suddenly Vanity pulls
away, indicates she will be back and
cuts out the room.
as she runs down the hallway to the
backstage area, peers from behind the
curtain, scanning the club earnestly.
(95) IN'T. -- THE TASTE -- NEAR CURTAIN -- NIGHT
as Prince waits impatiently in the long
line. Billy Sparks comes by, spots him
Morris is squeezing you,
kiddo. You better kick ass
tomorrow night or else.
He cuts outside, disappears into the
Crowd. Prince stands there steaming,
the wind knocked out of him, his joy a
memory. He turns back to the line, but
it has grown, the Crowd now jammed up
against the door. Frustrated, he cuts
as Vanity watches Prince leave. A
profound sadness sweeps her face.
Suddenly Susan is by her Side, hugging
and kissing her happily. Brenda runs
up, pouring champagne. Morris, Jerome
and The Time are at the end of the
hallway and beckon her excitedly into
the room. Vanity forces a smile, goes
down the hallway, casting another look
at the exit door.
(96) EXT. BACK ALLEY, THE TASTE -- NIGHT
Morris and Vanity stagger down the ALLEY
obviously very drunk. Morris pulls from
a FLASK. Vanity is still in her
lingerie, wears an open coat over it.
Her speech is slurred--
Did you hear these people
applauding? They loved us --
they wanted to rip us apart,
and this is just our first
night. I can see it now,
we're all going to be big
stars. I can feel it.
Ain't nobody bad like me.
She kisses him spontaneously on the
Morris, you're a genius.
He fixes her with a sexy look, takes a
healthy look from his flask, then gives
it too her. Vanity throws her head
back, drinks fully, the liquor coursing
over her cheeks. He devours her with
his eyes, opens the door to the Caddy--
Let's go, Bebe.
She stops as if remembering something--
Huh, where's Jerome?
In his skin...hee, hee...
He's trying to nudge her into the Caddy-
Is he coming?
I gave him the night off.
He staggers back from the car, undulates
his hips wantonly--
She busts up. Just then a MOTORCYCLE
can be heard off screen. They look
around drunkenly, trying to discern its
direction. Suddenly Prince BLASTS
around the corner FULL OUT! He streaks
by Morris and KICKS him flat on his ass
into the garbage--
Oh, no -- Oh, God...No!
Prince skids to a slick stop. Vanity is
transfixed. The entire episode took
less than five seconds. He twists 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
There's no way out! Suddenly she lets
out an excited YELP, jumps on. He guns
the bike, BURSTS up the alley. Morris
jumps into his path drunkenly, his arms
But Prince BLAZES down upon him, sending
him slipping and sliding to safety. He
BLASTS around the bend--
Motherfucker! You long-haired
(97) EXT. HIGHWAY TO EMBANKMENT -- NIGHT
Prince and Vanity WHIPPING down the
(98) EXT. EMBANKMENT -- NIGHT
They streak down the road, slow, then
move down a small embankment. He stops
the bike and gets off. She's in a foul
mood, staggers around dully, her head
pounding, her speech slurred--
So here we are again. So this
is it, huh? What do you want
He looks at her painfully, upset about
her drunken state--
What's your problem now?
What's your main problem?
No problem. I just wanted to
talk, alright? I just want us
to be okay, to really get
along. No big deal.
She cackles, falls flat on her ass,
hoists herself up--
No big deal, huh...
She pulls Morris' FLASK from her jacket
-- his eyes blacken--
Give me that.
No, definitely not. Who are
you? You can't tell me what
She puts it to her lips--
Please don't drink that. Give
it to me.
She holds the flask to her lips
defiantly, then goes to drink.
He lashes out suddenly, SMASHES it from
her grip. She SCREAMS wildly, SLAPS him
hard across the face. He stands shocked
a moment, his rage surging within him,
smashing through every safety valve he's
acquired in his life. He BACKHANDS her
savagely across the jaw.
She hits the ground like a rag doll. He
looks at her curiously, bends over her -
- she sucker-punches him with everything
she's got! He SCREAMS in rage and grabs
her hands as they flail about his face.
He squeezes her fingers back while the
tears stream down her cheeks and her
mouth forms a silent "ow"! She bares
her teeth angrily and he sucks at her
mouth, biting and kissing her in a fever
She kicks at him violently, hot tears
streaming down her cheeks. He jams his
leg between hers, rubs it firmly against
her bottom. She struggles helplessly
against him as he covers her breasts,
her stomach, her thighs with his lips.
Quick breaths escape from her -- her
breathing begins to race...
He snaps her panties in two, pulls them
from between her legs. She spreads
herself as he releases his pants. She
squeezes his buttocks, pulls him toward
her -- but Prince resists her coldly,
regards her with contempt. Suddenly he
flips her onto her stomach, forces her
to stand painfully on her knees. He
rubs his hand between her buttocks, then
thrusts into her painfully, driving
himself to the very depths of her...
...but she stifles a cry, arches her
back, and meets his thrusts fiercely,
moving quicker and quicker, banging her
buttocks against his thighs again and
again. She's drawing from him now,
turning the humiliation around,
obtaining all that she needs and
desires. He's powerless -- her thrusts
set the pace. She rises, Prince still
inside her and tugs on him rapidly,
causing him to ejaculate suddenly,
drawing from him a sharp and sudden
She moves away, draws her coat tightly
about her, fixes him with a contemptuous
You're nothing, Prince,
absolutely nothing. You think
you're so special -- but deep
down you're just like all the
Your whole life you've been
hiding, hiding behind your
music. But now you don't even
have that, because last
night...last night you used it
to hurt someone, someone who
She runs up the embankment, wipes away
her tears, faces him--
If you put your hands on me
like that ever again, I'll be
the last person you touch.
She pulls off his Mother's earring,
throws it at him. Tears flowing, she
streaks into the HIGHWAY blindly,
directly into the path of a SPEEDING CAR-
spots her in his HEADLIGHTS, SLAMS on
his brakes! He SKIDS wildly across the
road, comes to a SCREECHING, BURNING
stop inches from her thigh!
shoots a look at Prince, her lips
trembling, her love for him, written
plainly on her face. But his eyes flash
defiantly. She bites her lip sadly,
then snaps a hot look at the Driver--
I need a ride.
She cuts around the car, hops in. The
Driver skids off into the night. Prince
stands there trembling, watches as it
disappears into the distance.
(99) EXT. PRINCE'S HOUSE -- NIGHT
Prince pulls up to the wooden gate, cuts
the motor, gets off. He 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
Silence. A sudden dread courses through
him, leaving a hollow in his stomach.
His feet are like lead. He moves
heavily into the room--
Nothing. Panic sets in. He STREAKS
down the hallway, twists open the
bedroom door -- it's empty. Blue NIGHT
LIGHT glows through the windows.
CURTAINS play delicately in the breeze.
He's thoughtful, walks back into the
...the COFFEE TABLE is SMASHED. He
looks at it curiously, wondering
stupidly if it had always been like
that. Then sudden bolt of fear makes
his head swim. A lamp, a porcelain
dish, some knickknacks on the mantle --
all smashed. He rushes into the
kitchen, looks around crazily--
Nothing but the decay of his scream.
The BASEMENT door is ajar. He cuts to
it quickly, pulls it open, peers
frantically into the darkness below. He
snaps ON the light...
(102) EXT. PRINCE'S HOUSE -- NIGHT
SIRENS! The SCENE is a riot of COLOR
and FRENZY. A POLICE CAR, LIGHTS
FLASHING, skids into the drive.
NEIGHBORS jam the STREETS. POLICE CARS
are parked all around.
(103) INT. BASEMENT, PRINCE'S HOUSE -- NIGHT
CHAOS! The BASEMENT is PACKED with
COPS. Prince's father is strapped into
a gurney, staring dully at the ceiling.
PHOTOGRAPHERS snap pictures as
PARAMEDICS work feverishly over him.
I.V. UNITS are pushed into his veins.
An OXYGEN MASK is placed over his nose
and mouth. Huge white bandages are
bunched up along the back of his head.
His Mother is kneeling by the gurney,
crying hysterically, grasping his hands
in a white panic. TWO COPS support her.
Someone is SHOUTING instructions.
RADIOS crackle incessantly. A MEDIC
And the gurney is hoisted up the stairs
quickly, the bulk of the crowd
following, his Mother supported as she
ascends the stairs.
Prince sits on a tattered sofa in the
corner, his head bowed. Cops standing
and kneeling beside him. Somebody
finished taking notes, closes his pad.
One Cop rests a hand on his shoulder,
talks to him in soft tones. Prince
shakes his head slightly. The Cop gives
the group a signal and everyone
disperses, moves up the stairs. The Cop
looks at him sympathetically, then
closes the door behind him.
(104) INT. BASEMENT -- NIGHT
sits motionless a long time. Moonlight
floods the basement with a foreboding
light. A dog BARKS somewhere in the
distance. He looks up suddenly, his
face agitated, his eyes red from tears.
CHALK MARKS on the floor outlining the
body of his Father. There's a GUN in
his Father's hand clearly marked.
A train WHISTLE in the distance. He's
staring at the gun. He shakes his head,
rubs a hand over his face vigorously and
looks up again...
...the GUN in his Father's hand. He
can't get it out of his mind! The
WHISTLE is CLOSER.
He lurches to his feet, paces back and
forth crazily. His Father's head, the
The WHISTLE is LOUDER.
He throws himself into the chair, buries
his face deeply into his hands and
cries. Huge racking sobs spasm through
his body. His Father, his Mother, his
entire life, his music, his guitar...
He looks up suddenly -- the gun in his
..and he stares at it.
The WHISTLE is LOUDER!
His heart is pounding in his ears. He
squeezes them shut, looks up...
He bolts to his feet, paces back and
forth in a panic! The train is HOWLING!
A rope in the corner of the room, his
face, the gun...
He sits dully, gazes at the rope as if
in a trance. The TRAIN is ROARING past
the house, it's HORN BLASTING. The
rope, the gun, and his body dangling
from the rafters in the night breeze--
He lurches to his feet, cuts through the
basement like a madman. He grabs a
stick and starts SLASHING things
crazily, moving through the room
swinging his stick wildly again and
He's lost to himself now, deep in the
pit of an unknown terror, expurgating a
horror that has been festering in him
for years. He flings his stick at the
wall, 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
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...
(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--
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--
You love us right?! You want
us right?! I can't hear you!
The CROWD is SCREAMING -- Morris flashes
a wide, exaggerated grin--
What time is it?!
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--
(109) INT. BACKSTAGE -- NIGHT
Morris, Jerome and The Time cut briskly
past admiring FANS, laughing and
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--
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
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
leans against the bar, a smug look on
walks slowly up the stairs, gazes at
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 embarrassment for him -- but no
one turns away. Then his voice comes
clear and mellifluous--
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
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
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
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
Stunned SILENCE. A silence so profound
you could hear a pin drop. Prince
sighs, assumes 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
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 sucks 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--
She's thunderstruck, can barely squeak
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 passes, 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,
...Vanity is holding his jacket. He's
struck speechless -- she hands it to him
smiling, tears streaming down her face--
I love you.
His knees go weak, she kisses him
spontaneously, pushes him lovingly to
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
(116) INT. CLUB -- NIGHT
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
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...
(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
(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...
(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...
(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
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...
(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...
(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 passing 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,
...his Mother's earring lies on the
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
...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--
(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
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
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...