(42) PRINCE'S HOUSE AND STREET -- NIGHT
 
Prince and Vanity whip down a
residential street.  As he approaches
his house he slows, moves past it
quietly.
 
He makes a deft U-turn, crosses his
house again -- seems to be listening
intently...
 
After a moment, he cuts down a narrow
path, turns up a back alley.  He rides
to a wooden gate, detaches a hidden
lever.  The wood slats rotate like a
garage door -- Prince coaxes his bike
through.
 
BACKYARD
 
Vanity's mesmerized.  They ride down a
narrow sidewalk, cut through a garden,
and emerge from the back of a garage.
He leans his bike against it--
 
VANITY
That was a grand entrance.
Where am I?
 
He silences her with a look, moves
quickly across the grass, comes to a
window.  He stands on a pipe, looks in--
 
(43) PRINCE'S POV -- INT.  LIVING ROOM -- NIGHT
 
His Mother and Father in the living
room.  His Mother is sprawled out on the
sofa, obviously drunk, her dress hiked
along her thighs.  Her head rests in his
Father's lap.
 
(44) EXT.  BACKYARD -- NIGHT
 
Prince hops from the pipe, leans coolly
against the house. Intrigued. Vanity
looks in--
 
(45) VANITY'S POV -- INT.  LIVING ROOM -- NIGHT
 
The mother and father kissing
tentatively, then violently, finally
pulling away.  The Mother seems to be
taunting the Father, coaxing him into a
trap.  He kisses her mouth lustily --
she pulls back snarling--.
 
(46) EXT.  BACKYARD -- NIGHT
 
Vanity's scared -- tries to be cool--
 
VANITY
So -- friends of yours?
 
PRINCE
Yeah -- the freak show.
 
He walks off.  She jumps off the pipe,
follows.
 
SIDE OF HOUSE
 
as they emerge around the corner.
Prince squats by a basement window,
adjusts an old coal chute, then slides
down it--
 
VANITY
Hey...
 
PRINCE (O.S.)
C'mon.
 
She hesitates a moment, then slides down
too.
 
(47) INT.  BASEMENT, PRINCE'S HOME -- NIGHT
 
He turns on a LIGHT, disappears into an
ADJOINING ROOM.  Vanity looks around
amazed.  She stands in a small ANTE-
CHAMBER whose walls are covered with
thicks pads and foam.
 
Colorful MOBILES hang suspended from the
ceilings -- various INSTRUMENTS lie
about: a drumset, an electric guitar,
and a small upright piano.  A stereo and
cassette player. are perched on a shelf,
and  two speakers are recessed into the
walls.  The entire room looks hand-
built, the wood carefully painted, or
stained.
 
She peers through the doorway into the
adjoining room.  BLUE MOONLIGHT filters
in through the casement windows.
Various MURALS are painted on the walls,
MOBILES are suspended from the ceiling.
A bed sits in the middle of the floor, a
vanity table and mirror nearby.
 
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
breath, jumps--
 
VANITY
If you think you scared me,
you didn't.
 
PRINCE
Oh, yeah ...
 
He puts his index finger directly in
front of her nose, moves it back and
forth hypnotically.  She follows it
earnestly with her eyes.  Suddenly, he
pulls his hand away, stretches it to the
ceiling like an escaping bird.  They
both smile, lock eyes.  Passion rings in
their veins...
 
The Woman's VOICE begins to moan deeply,
pleasurably--
 
VANITY
Who's the lucky girl?  Sounds
like she was having a good
time.
 
PRINCE
She's crying -- it's
backwards.  It makes me sad
when I hear it.  It sorta
sounds like she's laughing,
doesn't it?
 
VANITY
So what did you do to her? Do
you always treat your women
like that?
 
PRINCE
I don't have anybody right
now.
 
Heat floods into her womb like soft fire-
-
VANITY
You look pretty...
 
She touches his chest delicately, fluffs
up his hair--
 
VANITY
King Kong?
 
PRINCE
Stop.
 
She hesitates -- but he reaches out
tentatively, touches her breast--
 
VANITY
No.
 
But their mutual desire is too strong.
Their lips seek one another out timidly,
almost deferentially...then fervently.
 
DISSOLVE TO:
 
(48) INT.  BEDROOM -- LATER -- NIGHT
 
Vanity sits at the foot of the bed,
Prince stands before her.  Her dress is
hiked along her thighs, her stockings
attached to garters.  Their hands search
delicately across the contours of their
bodies, drawing quick breaths from their
lips.  They kiss one another ardently,
then quickly, like sparrows pecking
seed.  She goes to remove her dress, but
Prince stays her with a gesture, moving
his hands along her thighs, touching
delicately that spot between her legs.
A low, whispery moan escapes from her
lips.
 
Vanity lies back, drawing Prince toward
her.  His lips move across her mouth,
her neck, her breasts.  She moans
softly, pulls her dress above her
thighs, goes to remove it.  Once again
he stops her, slowly turns her onto her
stomach.
 
She stands.on her knees, her head
resting on a pillow.  His hands move up
along the back of her thighs, past the
garters to her panties.  He tugs at them
gently, then rubs his hand firmly
between her legs.  She moans suddenly,
the shudder moving through her like a
whirlwind ...
 
DISSOLVE TO:
 
(49) INT.  BEDROOM -- LATER -- NIGHT
 
MOONLIGHT glows throuch the casement
windows.  MOBILES stir gently in the
night breeze.
 
Prince and Vanity are asleep.  He rests
on his side, his hands gently surporting
his face.  She lies behind him, one leg
dangling off the bed, one shoe discarded
on the floor
 
Suddenly a distant MOAN...QUICK
FOOTSTEPS -- A DOOR SLAMS.  Vanity SNAPS
awake! Fear sweeps her like a shadow
from a passing cloud.  She listens
intently, then--
 
-- Another DOOR SLAM, QUICK FOOTSTEPS,
and Prince's Mother
CRYING in the dark--
 
MOTHER
(o.s.)
(upstairs)
Please!
 
A bottle CRASHES to the floor.  Then
silence...
 
...deep silence like snow in the room...
 
Vanity's racked with fear.  She sits up
slowly, her eyes searching out Prince --
he's sleeping...
 
Suddenly more FOOTSTEPS, a DOOR SLAMS and the
Father's CRY--
 
FATHER
(o.s.)
No!!
 
WHACK!  Something heavy CRASHES to the
floor...
 
Vanity rises from the bed in a panic!
She smoothes down her dress, searches
for her other shoe.  She shoots another
look to Prince, but he sleeps
peacefully.  Casting a glance upstairs,
she climbs throuch the casement window,
disappears into the night.
 
PRINCE is resting on his side, his eyes
opened.
 
(50)  EXT. PRINCE'S HOUSE AND STREET -- NIGHT
 
Vanity moves quickly along the side of
the house, trying desperately to find
her wav.  Suddenly a HAND reaches out of
the darkness, GRABS her by the throat.
She SCREAMS, swings her bag desperately
-- something CRASHES, into the bushes--
 
VOICE
Damn, baby, hold it!  Hold
it!!
(wails)
Oh, God -- God!  You broke my
nose!
 
She sees it's Morris -- she's beside
herself  with fear and rage--
 
VANITY
You shit! What the hell are
you doing here?
 
He struggles in the bushes -- DOGS start
BARKING--
 
MORRIS
Shh! Shh! Shh! oh, Lord help
me outta here.
(a beat)
Hee, hee -- I know you
wouldn't want to spend the
whole night with ol' pencil
dick.
 
VANITY
Your nose alright?
 
MORRIS
My nose is fine, I'm just
wondering if I fucked my shoes
up...
(a beat)
C'mon ...
 
They cut across the yard, head to the
street.  The CADDY is parked at the
curb.  Jerome leans against it, reading
a newspaper--
 
VANITY
Hi, Jerome.  Wow!  Nice
hubcaps.
 
He grins proudly from ear to ear -- the
Caddy sports new chrome wire wheels--
 
JEROME
You like them, huh?
 
VANITY
Beautiful.
 
Morris MOANS dismally--
 
MORRIS
Jerome...you think these can
be fixed?
 
His shoes are badly scuffed, the leather
torn across the top--
 
JEROME
I think they're dead, man.
 
VANITY
God, I'm sorry.
 
MORRIS
Shit -- it's so rough out
here.
 
Just then a PATROL CAR cruises by.  The
COP regards them suspiciously.  Morris
and Jerome snap to attention--