The Doors Page #18

JIM:

(drinking the fizz

down)

...all of us direct it! In black and

white. Call it "Zero." A real road

movie! Two of these

(points to drink)

you feel a lot better.

As he pisses on the floor next to the bar stool.

DOG:

Whatcha doing! Oh f***.

DELORES:

F*** you Morrison. You're outta here

you fuckhead, get out!

DOG:

(lifting Jim out of

there)

Come on Jimbo, one more place to go.

Ray's getting married man, this

morning, remember! You're the best

man.

TOM:

F*** Ray -- f***in Pollock all he

cares about's money. F***in sell

out. You sold out too man. The last

album's sh*t, and lemme tell ya

something, people know it.

MIKE:

(defending Jim)

Come on Baker, lighten up.

JIM:

That's all right. I like it

(that dopey smile)

DOG:

(to Jim)

Come on man, toe the line. Boots to

the pavement. Let's walk.

OMIT:

Sequence omitted from original script.

EXT. SANTA MONICA BOULEVARD - SAME MORNING

JIM, loose, wanders right into the traffic, waving to anybody,

trying to hitch a ride. DOG and the OTHERS going after him.

Jim seen slipping a tablet from his pocket into his mouth.

JIM:

(to no one in

particular)

I LOVE L.A. -- the best neon. City

of Night! City of Light... why are

you going to work? You're not slaves,

you're free, cars, you're free...

TOM catching up to him.

TOM:

Awright shaddup Morrison, just cause

you don't gotta work.

(going into his pocket)

Give me some of your money, a**hole,

and I'll yell anything you f***ing

want.

MIKE:

(coming up)

What was that speckled motherf***er

you just took? Give me some!

JIM:

(yielding, to Tom)

You gotta fail to succeed Tom, gotta

surrender to the waiting tides.

Moving through traffic. Horns honking, incessant insanity.

EXT. PACIFIC PALISADES - SAME MORNING

RAY and DOROTHY take their vows in front of a HIPPIE PRIEST.

ROBBIE and JOHN and their WIVES-TO-BE, and OTHERS from the

BAND look on.

PAMELA is all decked out in her best, wedding clothes, red

satins from Morocco, five-inch clog heels, flowers in her

hair. Looking around pissed as:

HIPPIE PRIEST:

(ad lib)

Awright, the vibrations are right

now, I feel peace and love here today,

I feel a grooviness coming on, do

you Ray Manzarek take your lady

love... (etc.) fill the white wings

of death, scatter your ashes

forever...

JIM slinks up through the trees, alone, quiet, changing faces

to face them as SUMMER'S ALMOST GONE plays sinuously.

DOORS SONG:

Summer's almost gone

Where will we be

When the summer's gone?

RAY:

(aside)

Where the f*** you been man?

JIM:

Man, I been here all the time...

over there watching. I'm really happy

for you Ray you found life...

He smiles innocently. Ray, a beat, turns away. Pam coming

over, squeezes his hand, sweetly, no fights today, she's his

lady.

INT. COUNTRY STORE - LAUREL CANYON - THAT DAY

JIM, in dark glasses, strongly feeling the effects of the

acid, stares at a box of Kellogg's Corn Flakes, unable to

relate.

Down the aisle PAMELA, in her wedding clothes, is pushing a

shopping cart, filled with the feast she's preparing. The

Store is a haven for HIPPIES from Laurel Canyon, barefoot

RUNAWAYS, BIKERS...

PAM:

Jim, I need some safflower oil. Do

you think you can find me a bottle?

JIM:

Safflower oil, sure.

PAM:

And get some Gravy Train for Sage.

JIM:

(obediently)

Yes.

PAM:

I'll meet you up front.

Jim looking, zombie-like for the food. PEOPLE of course stare

at him, knowing who he is.

TIMECUT TO:

At the CHECK-OUT COUNTER, the food being tallied up, JIM

spots his face plastered on the cover of something like the

"L.A. FREE PRESS" -- "ROCK'S BAD BOYS GO SOFT -- WHAT'S

HAPPENED TO THE REVOLUTION?"

PAM:

Jim you got any cash?

Seeking in his pocket -- nothing but a credit card and a

rumpled old dollar bill... The faces of the Hippies looking

at him. With one of the magic markers on the counter, he

draws in his beard on his cover shot.

DOORS SONG:

Morning found us clearly unaware

Noon burned gold into our hair

At night we swam the laughing sea

When summer's gone where will we be

EXT. JIM & PAM'S HOUSE - LAUREL CANYON - DAY

PAM and JIM and the labrador SAGE trudge up a hill carrying

the groceries to their modest little house tucked into a

hill of dangling eucaplyptus trees. We sense a community of

artists, hippies, Volkswagens.

PAM:

It's only another $95,000 but I could

get the best clothes. From India,

Morocco Jim, clothes you can't find

anywhere, we could get the richest

people to come, Miles Davis, Cher,

the Stones, it's gonna be the best

boutique on La Cienega Jim... why

are we walking, how come we don't

have a car?

JIM:

...cause you lost it. It's fun to

walk, isn't it.

PAM:

...that was months ago. We got another

car.

JIM:

Which car?

PAM:

The red one with the black interior.

Remember it was a shift and I didn't

like it. What happened to it?

JIM:

Oh yeah... I wrecked it.

PAM:

Oh Jim! Damn! Where's the Gravy Train?

Whatsamatter? What are you on? You

promised you wouldn't drink today.

JIM:

No Ma I ain't drinking.

PAM:

You're not gonna drink any more are

you Jim.

JIM:

No Ma I ain't.

PAM:

And you're gonna change those stinky

leathers you been wearing for three

weeks.

JIM:

I don't know 'bout that.

PAM:

What the hell are you on?

JIM:

Uh -- just some low grade acid. It's

not heavy.

(whispers)

Pam, read my mind.

PAM:

Jesus Jim! Goddamit! You PROMISED. I

made the duck! People are coming!

Ray and Dorothy think we're flaky

enough and I... you said you'd wait

till after, you're going to peak

before me.

JIM:

Hey it's okay, it's okay... come on,

we'll trip and then eat our feast.

PAM:

Yeah sure.

Putting down the bags at their porch, pausing. He moves to

her, kisses her, conciliatory and gentle.

JIM:

Come on baby, y'know it's a good

thing for Ray and Dorothy I think

women are such noble creatures --

they carry on your name with dignity

after you die.

(spawning like minnows)

PAM:

What are you saying? You wanna marry

me Jim?

JIM:

(elusively)

I think women basically have a comic

approach to life -- I mean how can

they not when they look up in the

dark and see a dangling penis, seeking

entry. It looks like a face y'know --

little beard "Hi mom"

(Pam giggling now)

I wanna get inside you. Look around.

(humming)

"Do the funky chicken, do dah, dah,

funky chicken do da da "love my girl" --

She's cracking up now. As he takes the acid out, holds it in

front of her like a sacrament.

JIM:

Let's go wild child, let's get out

there Romeo and Juliet, Marilyn Monroe

and Vincent Van Gogh, Jim and Pam,

rock and roll

(a poem)

...all the poetry has wolves in it,

but one Pam -- the most beautiful

one of all -- dances in a ring of

fire and throws off the challenge

with a shrug

As she takes the tablet on her tongue, swallows.

PAM:

(romantic)

I like it when you sing to me

JIM:

'cause I'm the poet and you're my

muse

Strains of YOU'RE LOST, LITTLE GIRL drift in, setting a more

ominous tone.

INT. JIM AND PAM'S HOUSE - LAUREL CANYON - THAT DAY

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