The Doors Page #14

They stare at each other like two cats. Eye level stares

that go on and on. She finally hisses in a German accent.

NICO:

I'm Nico. It's boring tonight. Some

of us are going downtown to a new

club. You want to come?

A voice to kill, looks to undress, fully as tall as Jim.

TOM:

(distantly heard)

...elevate your taste in trolls man.

JIM:

(to Nico who reaches

for her vodka)

Vodka? Race you.

NICO:

Your death...

JIM:

(to Ray and Robbie)

Wanna go?... Come on let's go.

ROBBIE:

She looks too freaky to me.

NICO:

Wait just a minute.

As she floats away.

JIM:

Come on there's p*ssy Robbie.

ROBBIE:

(excited)

Hey I met this chick Lynne, she wants

to be alone.

Lynne is there, pretty, nods to Jim.

RAY:

Come on Jim, let's go.

JIM:

(childlike)

Don't you guys wanna meet Andy Warhol?

JOHN:

Tell you the truth, I can live without

him. He's a freak. Let's get outta

here. We got a show tomorrow.

JIM:

Come on man! I thought we were gonna

be a band, the four of us -- and

party all night, rock and roll!

RAY:

(laughs)

I could never keep up with you Jim.

I couldn't make the music.

Jim's eyes briefly on -- Pamela giggling with the French

Count, putting her hand on his arm as she laughs. Innocent,

nothing meant but a moment...

JIM:

(desperate mockery,

grabs Ray)

Don't go. Don't leave! You can't

leave. I don't know what will happen.

It might be Death.

RAY:

Come on Jim, this isn't our scene,

these people are vampires. We gotta

stick together man, the four of us.

Let's make the myths man.

A moment, strange. Slightly SLOW MOTION. Ray tapping Jim's

shoulder goodbye... Robbie and John's faces passing on. As

if they're parting -- in a symbolic way. Jim blinking in the

same SLOW MOTION, looking. Nico is gone -- but Tom is there,

across the room, waving.

The INDIAN SHAMAN looks like he's standing there in a corner.

Jim, ripped, heads for him, but the PR WOMAN cuts him off.

Jim forgets he saw the Indian.

PR MAN:

Right here Jim, right here. Andy's

waiting. You know what you have in

common is uniqueness.

Past more faces. The Music has subtly shifted to STRANGE

DAYS somewhere along the way.

DOORS SONG:

Strange days have found us

Strange days have tracked us down

They're going to destroy

Our casual joys

We shall go on playing or find a new town

Past a cache of QUEENS in white leather ogling Jim, one of

them coming over boldly, chatting him up (AD LIB dimly heard),

them grabbing his crotch and kissing him. Jim rearing back,

laughing but wary. Past the RICH LADIES dripping with jewels

and faces peeled from Brazilian sleep tanks and Swiss knives.

Past a YOUNG MAN dressed in Jim Morrison leather pants with

his hair and eye make-up, a warped image of Jim, smiling

back at him.

JIM:

(looking for Nico)

Nico!

INT. BEDROOM - SAME NIGHT

A quieter room, drugged out, the PR GUY cheerily leading

JIM, stepping over SLEEPING BODIES, over fur coats strewn

across the floor... to a MAN with white hair like a circus

clown, his back to us, talking with some black-tied EUROPEAN

ARISTOCRATS looking so cool.

WARHOL:

Well, it was such a big opening, we

just had to go to Philadelphia,

y'know, you were supposed to, mmm...

PR GUY:

(butting in)

Andy! Andy!

ANDY turning at the interruption. He looks like a chic voodoo

doll. Holding an incongruous gold telephone in his arms like

a teddy bear.

Slightly SLOW MO as Warhol's black empty eyes confront Jim --

a pit of nothingness in them, amnesia, death. In Jim's SLOW

MOTION reaction we read what he sees. Andy going on with his

story, to the group that includes TOM BAKER.

ANDY:

...but so many people showed up, the

paintings were getting crushed, so

they took them all down... um, it

really looked great y'know... maybe

uhhh...

(long pause)

PR MAN:

(cutting in)

...the walls. The blank walls. Andy

was the art. Should do a show. Just

walls. Today it's really about people,

not what they do. It's the astronaut

that matters, not the voyage, the

actor, not the movie -- how do I

say, it's the trip, not arriving.

Andy is looking at Jim. Jim at Andy.

PR MAN:

(babbling on)

...you know what Andy says, some day

everybody's gonna be famous for 15

seconds, but it won't mean anything.

BAKER:

That's too short. I need a coupla

hours.

They laugh. Andy's eyes hidden, face as white as styrofoam.

ANDY:

We'd just love to have you in our

movies Jim, you're so beautiful,

you'd be so good, you mmmm, here...

this is for you Jim.

Andy shows his eyes, gives Jim the gold telephone he's

carrying.

ANDY:

Edie gave this to me and said mmmmm,

I could talk to God with this. But I

don't really have anything to say.

So... mmmm now you can talk to God.

Oh hi!

Vanishes, waving to somebody else. Jim holding the phone.

DOORS SONG:

Strange days have found us

And through their strange hours

We linger alone

Nico reappears waving at him to come quickly.

NICO:

Morrison!

EXT. NEW YORK STREET - NIGHT (WINTER)

SNOW on the streets... a group of DRUGGIES staggering in the

snowbanks, throwing snowballs, stupid giggling, wheezing

puffs of cold air...

Jim throws the golden telephone into the trash and pees on

it.

IRIS SHOTS continue -- PAMELA laughing battily with TOM BAKER

who's putting the make on her... The COUNT is on heroin.

JIM passing a vodka bottle back and forth with NICO hitting

a stash of ups. They fall in the snow, mad Russian winter.

DOORS SONG:

Bodies confused

Memories misused

As we run from the day

To a strange night of stone

(SONG REPEATS OVER)

INT. HOTEL CORRIDOR (REGENCY) - THAT NIGHT

BLACK & WHITE IRIS SHOTS continue -- imagistic,

disassociative.

A LONG CORRIDOR -- COUPLE staggering down the red carpets,

champagne bottles in hand. The COUNT gets lost.

PAM laughing -- suddenly alone, notices, goes looking for

Jim... floating down this endless corridor with white doors

and red carpet.

INT. ELEVATOR

NICO stripping... a superb body... riding the floors...

Jim taking an amyl nitrate with her... laughing... Nico with

that crazed German laugh... PAMELA pushing the elevator

buttons wildly...

The elevator opening on her. From Pamela's POV -- Nico down

on her knees, her blonde head buried in Jim's leather pants...

Jim pinned against the back wall, smiling dopically, eyes

barely registering Pam... who screams loud and long, hiding

his eyes... not wanting to know... The images faster and

more fragmented:
Pam beating at Jim wildly. He's laughing.

Nico's laughing. The Aristocrats in the hallway are laughing.

The world is laughing with its madness.

DOORS SONG:

Strange days have found us

Strange days have tracked us down

INT. NEW HAVEN CONCERT HALL - NIGHT (1967)

An eager rowdy CROWD chants DOORS! DOORS! DOORS! DOORS! to a

stage without the Doors. TECHIES are moving amplifiers,

running sound checks, stalling time, the MANAGER SIDDONS

gauging the crowd, nervous. RICH GIRLS and LOCAL HONCHOS

have backstage passes. COPS crawling over the stage, the

PROMOTER of the concert trying to get the crowds attention.

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