The Doors Page #15

TECHIE:

(at mike)

Testing one-two-three. Testing.

PROMOTER:

(on mike)

Look, the Fire Marshall's not gonna

let the show go on. Either you go

back to your seats, you go to the

aisle, you don't do that -- no show!

CROWD:

(pushing towards stage,

no aisles)

DOORS! DOORS! DOORS!

(turning to)

MORRISON! MORRISON! MORRISON!

INT. BACKSTAGE CORRIDOR - SAME NIGHT

The SOUNDS of the CROWD pound thru the hallway. CAMERA

following JIM reading a magazine article, accompanied by

PATRICIA KENNEALY -- past the TECHIES, turning to look --

they go into empty SHOWER ROOM.

INT. SHOWER ROOM - SAME NIGHT

The Crowd NOISE still carries, echoing. JIM leads PATRICIA

to a quiet, isolated stall where they can be alone. Tapping

the magazine, sincerely moved by what he reads.

JIM:

"Lord Byron"? Really. You think? You

like the poems?

PATRICIA:

Like? I loved them! "Mad bad and

dangerous to know." That's what they

said about him. Your poems should be

taken as seriously.

JIM:

These are the kindest words I've

ever heard in my life. No one has

ever understood. Thank you.

(then)

Maybe I should always f*** my critics.

PATRICIA:

Y'know I don't even like rockers.

They're sleazy. I made up my f***

list the other night -- out of 30

guys there were maybe three of them,

y'know. I'm not a groupie.

JIM:

(hotter, grabs her)

Let's do it, here, now... with the

sound of the crowd. Like Nuremberg,

wild German f***ing.

PATRICIA:

You like that hunh? Beg!

JIM:

I'm begging! I'm begging you!

PATRICIA:

You wanna f*** me, Morrison, don't

ever lie to me again. Ever!

JIM:

About what!

PATRICIA:

Your father. Why do you tell me

bullshit like your father's dead?

JIM:

(pissed)

What's your problem with fathers!

They're dead, both of them, I told

you.

PATRICIA:

If he's so dead, then who answered

the phone when I called the house?

Jim -- a look, struck.

PATRICIA:

(knowing look)

You didn't really think you'd get

away with that, Morrison. An Admiral

in the United States Navy. Who's at

the Gulf of Tonkin when Vietnam

starts. Your Dad's a Deputy Chief of

Operations.

JIM:

What'd he say? That was really stupid.

Why didn't you just ask me.

PATRICIA:

Well naturally he wasn't too happy

when I called. Your Mom wanted to

talk but he shut her off.

JIM:

You're a f***in' c*nt. You could

ruin his career if...

PATRICIA:

What, I'm a "f***in' c*nt" because I

called the house? Like it's hard to

trace your school records. University

of Florida, Albuquerque, New Mexico,

Arlington, Virginia, Washington,

D.C. Brother, sister, it's seven

miles long baby -- it's all in the

"The End", it's so easy.

Fingering his pants, her hand slips inside. Teasing,

dominating him. Her dark side radiant.

PATRICIA:

Don't ever try to hide anything from

me again. Okay? Go on... tell me.

Did he make you cut your hair? Did

he hit you, was he a bully? Did he

love you? How much?

Jim describes a small space between thumb and forefinger.

PATRICIA:

And your mother?

Jim makes a little larger space.

JIM:

(pause)

I don't want to talk about it. Hate

is a very underestimated emotion.

His look is right at her. Silence. Patricia knows he won't

talk. Through the pause we hear the crowd chanting, bigger

and bigger -- "MORRISON MORRISON MORRISON!" She's excited,

wanting to make love here, now. He's cooled out, however.

PATRICIA:

It doesn't matter anymore does it.

Listen to them. It's you they want

now. Not the Doors, not your mother

or your father's child... They want

you Jim.

Jim shakes his head, weary. Suddenly he's scared inside.

JIM:

You're wrong. What they want I can't

give... my death -- ripped to pieces --

do you feel their power?

(the noise pounding)

PATRICIA:

You have no choice, Jim. I see you

up there like Icarus. I see you flying

closer and closer to the sun. And

your wings are melting...

JIM:

I want to live, Patricia. I don't

wanna die.

Jim's ironic eyes, to the ceiling. Laden with a power to

which he has married himself yet brave, resisting as she

pulls his zipper down and goes to her knees in front of him.

Shaking his head.

JIM:

Patricia... Patricia...

A beefy COP stands there looking at them,

COP:

Whatcha doing there?

JIM:

Uh... nuthin'

COP:

(approaching,

suspicious)

Okay, outta there both of you. No

one's allowed backstage. Let's go.

PATRICIA:

You idiot, don't you know who...

JIM:

Hey, I'm with the band man. It's

cool. Take it easy.

THE COP has no patience, grabs JIM by the arm and pulls. JIM

shoves him off. THE COP pushes back. A shoving match.

COP:

Let's go. NOW! You're both under

arrest.

JIM:

(pointing to his

crotch, angry)

Hey, eat it man!

The cop whips out a black can from his belt, sprays Jim.

JIM:

Mace! Sh*t!

(in pain)

Patricia screaming at the COP grabs JIM, propelling him

violently out the stall of the bathroom.

INT. BACKSTAGE CORRIDOR - SAME NIGHT

PATRICIA:

Help! They got Jim!!!

JIM:

Why'd you blind me man? You blinded

me!

SIDDONS and RAY running up with ROADIES and OTHERS.

SIDDONS:

What the hell happened!

(to Jim)

Don't touch Jim. Get some water.

Don't touch your eyes.

JIM:

(in pain)

I BEEN BLINDED MAN. I BEEN MACED.

COP:

(realizing)

Hey all he said was...

SIDDONS:

He was WHAT! He's Jim Morrison for

chrissake. Jim, Jim -- you okay --

let's get you under the water here.

Don't touch, you'll be okay.

COP 2 comes up.

COP 1

I'm going to have to issue a warrant

for his arrest.

SIDDONS:

Are you NUTS!

(blocking them)

JIM guided back into the shower stall by his entourage, eyes

blind as Oedipus, starts to laugh. A black Irish laugh.

Ray looking on PATRICIA in the hallway. A beat, senses what

happened.

RAY:

Why don't you leave him alone lady,

he doesn't need more sh*t in his

life.

PATRICIA:

What do you know what Jim needs?

A precise military Drum Beat hits as we launch into "The

Unknown Soldier".

DOORS SONG:

...Hup two -- three -- four...

COMPANY HALT!

INT. NEW HAVEN STAGE - THAT NIGHT

THE DOORS on stage, JIM - eyes masked, facing death at a

mock execution, in full black leather armor.

DOORS SONG:

Present arms!...

The famous drum roll, tension building. Sudden sound of

guitar. Jim crumples to the ground. Blood shooting from his

mouth.

JIM & DOORS

Make a grave for the unknown soldier

Nestled in your hollow shoulder

The unknown soldier

Practice as the news is read

Television children dead

Bullet strikes the helmet's head

It's all over

The war is over!

The audience is enrapt. Jim suddenly jumps up, looses the

blood curdling scream of an aroused demon and the band bangs

into Willie Dixon's BACK DOOR MAN.

JIM & DOORS

OH YEEEEAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!

AYYYYYYAAAAAMMMMAAA BACK DOOR MAN.

The FANS go wild, to the farthest reaches of the arena, as

he grabs his crotch and shakes it at them. INSTAMATICS

flashing rapidly as the KIDS press forward at Jim fondling

the mike stand, sliding up and down its smooth shaft.

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