The Doors Page #16

JIM & DOORS

Well the men don't know

But the little girls unnerstan'...

Joints sail onto the stage at his feet, ready to be smoked.

A TEENAGE BOY & GIRL make a break thru the cordon of COPS at

the front of the stage, heading for Jim. The Cops chase them

down mid-stage, and wrestle them back to the edge -- throwing

them back into the audience.

JIM & DOORS

When all the good people are trying

to sleep

I'm out there making my midnight

creep

Yeah, cause I'm a backdoor man

The men don't know

But the little girls unnerstan'...

Danger fills the air, electric. Jim strutting, Indian like,

up to one of the Cops, whipping off his hat and flipping it

to the Crowd, which roars with approval. A couple Cops looking

at Jim, sensing they're being challenged but not sure how.

They shuffle and look offstage for direction. Their apparent

impotence brings redoubled jeering from the Kids.

RAY, next to his stick of incense on the organ, shares a

look with JOHN as they head into the instrumental break in

the song. There's something different about Jim -- more

demonic, more driven -- a spirit has taken him over.

RAY'S POV -- JIM catching his look, but no recognition in

those eyes. They're dark pools, like Warhol's eyes. He turns

away, taking the mike and off the cuff rapping

improvisationally with the backbeat, keeping poetic meter.

JIM:

I wanna tell you 'bout something

that happened just a few minutes ago

right here in New Haven. This is New

Haven isn't it? New Haven,

Connecticut, United States of America?

The CROWD yells in acknowledgement, one stoned TEENAGER naked

from the waist up and ripped on beer, yelling out.

HECKLER:

HEY MORRISON, is the West really the

best or are you just stoned on

weeeeeedddddd??????

VOICE'S

(annoying)

"Light My Fire". Sing "Light My Fire".

Yeah. Give us Light My Fire!...

(giggles)

We want Mick Jagger! Take your clothes

off Jim. Show it to us! We want the

Lizard King!

Jim ignores it, sits on the stage, lights a cigarette. Long

pause, tension building. Their catcalls for "Light My Fire"

die out as Jim faces them down. They wait... not knowing

what happens next.

JIM:

(finally)

Well I was with this girl backstage,

y'know. We got to talking and we

wanted some privacy, so we went into

this shower stall. We weren't doin'

anything y'know jes' standing there

and talking.

The AUDIENCE laughing, the band continuing to play, John

adding emphasis to Jim's words with various shots and rolls.

Camera moving over the crowd picking out the KIDS, sensing

the anarchy dormant in their faces.

JIM:

...and then this little man came in

there, this little man in a little

blue suit and a little blue cap...

More COPS turning to face Jim from front stage, getting the

point now. RAY sees it coming...

JIM:

(redneck voice)

And he said -- "Whatcha doin' there?"

I said, "nuthin'" and he said, "Well

you better get outta there or..."

"Or what" I asked him...

The AUDIENCE has now grown deadly silent. Nearly every cop

is facing JIM as he uses his dumb Southerner voice. RAY's

eyes warning JIM.

JIM:

And he started pushing me and I pushed

back and he didn't like that so he

reached back there and got out his

little can of mace. And sprayed it

right in my eyes. And blinded me.

Why? Cause I was alone in a room

with a lady doing what he would like

to be doing if he could ever get it

up without a gun.

The LIGHTS coming on suddenly, the AUDIENCE seething. Shouts

of "F*** em! Right on!"

JIM:

In the United States of America.

Land of the free. Home of the Brave

man -- in God We Trust right? TURN

OFF THE LIGHTS.

CROWD roars. A POLICE LIEUTENANT in his 50's, grey hair,

beefy, marches out onto the stage, standing next to Jim,

arms akimbo. A SECOND COP joins him.

Ray rolling the music out into a silence as Jim sticks the

mike in the officer's face, defiantly.

JIM:

Say your thing man!

More cops come out, snatch the microphone, as Jim flashes

the audience a "touchy aren't they?" shrug.

LIEUTENANT:

Young man you've gone too far. The

show's over. You're under arrest.

TWO more COPS moving on Jim, pinning both his arms and

dragging him off stage.

JOHN:

(scared)

They're gonna beat the sh*t out of

him man!

RAY moving to intercede with SIDDONS and ROADIES.

JIM:

(resisting)

HEY... HEY! HEY!

Ray and Siddons are pushed aside by other cops. The crowd is

going nuts. Chairs are thrown. Kids rushing onto the stage

where the Cops beat them back.

ANNE is writing it all down on her notepad. A certain

satisfaction and joy at the unfolding of this event.

INT. BACKSTAGE STAIRCASE - SAME NIGHT

JIM is dragged roughly down a flight of stairs.

JIM:

GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME SLAVE!

EXT. ARENA PARKING LOT - SAME NIGHT

JIM is wrestled across the lot, pinned to the car and

handcuffed, punched and thrown into the car, yelling.

Journalists try to intercede, one is also arrested.

JIM:

YOU'RE SLAVES. YOU'RE ALL A BUNCH OF

SLAVES. THIS ISN'T HAPPENING TO ME

MAN, THIS IS HAPPENING TO YOU!!!

INT. HOLDING ROOM - POLICE STATION - THAT NIGHT

JIM is spreadeagled against the wall, a dignified, defiant

look on his face.

COP 1

(coming in)

Hey whatcha got here? A boy or a

girl?

COP 2

(coming closer to Jim)

What do you care. You're gonna f***

him anyway... Okay rock star, let's

see the backdoor you keep bawling

about.

(stretching his ass

cheeks)

Where's the roach powder?

COP 1

Ain't he the prettiest long-haired

boy y'ever saw?

COP 2

(reaching for a can)

Turn around rock star.

As Jim defiantly does so, Cop 2 looses a big cloud of roach

powder into his long hair.

COP 2

(backing off)

Stand clear, who the hell knows what's

living in there?

All during this, snickering laughter from the onlooking half-

dozen POLICE OFFICERS gathered to watch. Jim waits, then

with great claim, in a quiet voice:

JIM:

You finished? You sure you're

finished? Haven't you forgotten

something -- the consolation prize

they gave ya for taking your cock

and balls? The guns. Why don't you

use em you withered d*cks! You sh*t-

eating red-neck chickenshit bastards,

I hope this makes your worthless

lives...

As he's smacked by COP 2, sending him sprawling into the

wall...

JIM:

(on the floor, quiet)

You better kill me cause I'm gonna

come back and f*** everyone of your

daughters...

EXT. POLICE STATION - THAT NIGHT

A SNOWBALL smashes against the glass. COPS coming out with

sticks.

A RIOT brewing. A HUNDRED TEENAGERS sallying back and forth

on the sidewalk, taunting the cops. A dozen of them have

already been arrested.

KIDS:

LET JIM GO!!! MORRISON! MORRISON! WE

WANT MORRISON!

COPS:

GET OUTTA HERE! GO HOME. GO ON NOW!

COPS chase the KIDS with sticks. But just as it looks like

it's going to get out of hand, JIM appears at the doors of

the station, stepping out between RAY and the DOORS and

SIDDONS. He signals his freedom, arms in the air.

CROWD:

MOR-RI-SON! MOR-RI-SON! MOR-RI-SON!

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