The Kid's mother says some weird...

MOTHER
I'm just trapped here...

His Father's eyes well with tears. He
leans close to her, speaks softly--

FATHER
You always got a roof
overhead...

MOTHER
You don't let me have any
fun...

His Father sighs wearily, pulls himself
to his feet. He moves to the door--

FATHER
I could make you happy. Just
believe in me...

MOTHER
You never...

FATHER
I would die for you.

He leaves the room, closes the door
behind him.

PRINCE stares at the door a moment,
tears welling in his eyes. His Mother
is motionless, whimpering softly. A
scent of liquor permeates the air.

He moves toward her, reaches out
tentatively...

Suddenly she jumps up, starts pacing
franticaily--

MOTHER
It's nice here. It's a nice
house. Nothing wrong.
(a beat)
It's a good family. Believe
me, I know. Nothing wrong
here.
(a beat)
Your father is okay. He's a
good man. You could learn
somthing.

She catches a glimpse of herself in the
mirror, stops--

MOTHER
My, my! Don't you think I
have a good figure? Your
Father did.

She sits in front of the mirror, studies
her face, her eyes...her breasts--

MOTHER
I was beautiful when your Dad
met me. I was out-a-sight!

She giggles, starts applying makeup--

MOTHER
I looked just like a movie
star. The minute he saw me
singing, I knew just what he
wanted.

She fixes him with a conspiratorial
look, whispers--

MOTHER
He wanted to get into my
panties.

She makes funny, "jazzy" eyes at him,
then stops suddenly, staring. His face,
mouth, eyes...a sudden stirring in her
loins. Her lips part, she moistens them
unconsciously...

She turns from the mirror and stares at
him -- his look connects with her groin.
She rises suddenly, walks slowly toward
the bed, sits facing him--

MOTHER
You look so pretty. Just like
me, honey. You coulda been a
girl.

She outlines the mole on his cheek with
a makeup pencil, then draws one on
herself. She takes her earring off, and
puts it on his ear. They are face to
face -- identical--

MOTHER
So pretty...

She looks at him drunkenly. He tries to
hold it in, but can't. A tear, hot and
hard as a bullet flows down his cheek.
She puts her index finger in front of
his face, moves it back and forth
hypnotically. Suddenly she pulls her
hand away, stretches it to the ceiling
like an escaping bird. He swallows,
tries to smile -- she leans close --

MOTHER
(secretly)
I have to go now, see some
friends. Don't tell your
father, okay?

She gets up, leaves the room--

MOTHER
Bye, skipper...bye.