The Doors Page #20

She explodes inward, a bloodcurdling SHRIEK. The knife

clattering from her hand.

PAM:

YOU YOU YOU!!!! YOU KILLED MY DUCK!

YOU KILLED MY DUCK!!

Jim laughing insanely. Jumping up and down on the duck. RAY

grabbing him, angry.

JIM:

I'M STILL KILLING YOUR DUCK!!! F***!!!

MURDER DEATH!!! THE DUCK IS DEAD.

RAY:

JIM!! WILL YOU STOP THIS SH*T WILL

YOU STOP!! WILL YOU GET SANE!!

JIM:

(explodes out of his

grasp)

DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!! EVER!!

EVER!!

A silence. Robbie... John... their women... they start

exiting.

TOM & MIKE

(to RAY)

Yeah F*** OFF MAN!

Ray about to lose his temper with Tom, checks it.

CHUCK VINCENT:

(to John's girlfriend)

This party's gettin' low rent. Let's

go babe.

Exiting with the other Doors... Dog picking the duck up from

the floor.

DOG:

Hey, f*** him, let's eat this thing.

Pamela is sobbing, in a quiet bewildered voice, repeating to

herself.

PAM:

What the hell's happened to us Jim?

What the hell is happening to us.

There's some great poetry...

On Jim... saddened.

DOORS SONG:

You're lost little girl (2)

You're lost, tell me

Who are you?

INT. TUNNEL - OUTDOOR THEATRE - NIGHT

The backbeat of NOT TO TOUCH THE EARTH as a DOCUMENTARY FILM

CREW, moves past us directed by MIKE and DOG and TOM shoot

past us, sun guns, nagras ("Rolling! Speed!") then...

A mad rush of HANDS and SCREAMS as SHAPES whip by under

swinging light-bulbs -- big BLACK BODYGUARDS, six or seven

of them, bulling their way thru the grasping faces, as

MORRISON appears... camera swinging wildly with him to reveal:

EXT. ARENA - (ANY CITY) - NIGHT

THOUSANDS OF FANS roaring "DOORS! DOORS! DOORS!"

VOICE:

(loudspeaker)

Ladies and Gentlemen, from Los Angeles

California -- The DOORS!

SIDDONS:

(in crush)

Jim! Your Mom's here with your

brother. What do you want me to do

with 'em?

JIM:

(shakes his head)

HIDE ME!!!

HARD CUT TO:

Madness. COPS lining the edge of the stage, looking worried.

As Jim throws his leather jacket into the cheering crowd and

does the ghost dance around the microphone, Indian style,

one foot, resurrecting the dead, the power of the circle.

The stage is bottom lit, Dantean in look. The Doors casting

giant shadows of heroic proportions. DEA AGENTS in suits and

short hair take photos from the front of the stage, clipboards

in hand. Blocked by a row of cops, it is impossible for Jim

to communicate with his audience.

JIM & DOORS

There's been a slaughter here

Don't stop to speak or look around

Your gloves and fan are on the ground

We're getting out of town we're going

on the run

And you're the one I want to come

Not to touch the earth

Not to see the sun

Nothing left to do

But run, run, run

Let's run, let's run...

SIDDONS yelling at MIKE, the roadie.

SIDDONS:

Vice Squad says one more "f*** or

sh*t" they're gonna close us down

man.

MIKE:

Stick my dick in their ear!

Jim ignoring all this, one hand cupped to his ear listening

for the sound of the earth, gone into a shaman-like state,

weird spiralling chords carrying over the following MONTAGE

of hallucinatory insanity.

JIM & DOORS

House upon the hill

Moon is lying still...

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

A POV up at the house -- into which JIM enters. The lights

are on. Sage at the door sniffing.

INT. JIM & PAM'S HOUSE - LAUREL CANYON - NIGHT

JIM & DOORS

Shadows of the trees witnessing the

wild breeze

Come on baby run with me

Run with me, let's run...

JIM'S POV entering the bedroom -- PAMELA naked in bed with

the COUNT, is snorting heroin. Shadows of the trees and leaves

blowing against the walls. Their voices, dim, distant.

JIM:

(ironic)

Oh hi... I didn't realize you were

entertaining.

PAM:

(stoned)

Hi.

She sits up on the bed, wobbly. The COUNT, more sophisticated

in these things, lights a cigarette from the bedside table,

revealing heroin paraphernalia.

COUNT:

Scusi Jimmy, I hope you're cool about

this...

JIM:

(very cool)

Don't forget your smack on the way

out.

EXT. ARENA - CONCERT

Jim's struggling to break through the barrier of cops.

JIM:

(yelling)

The mansion is warm at the top of

the hill

Rich are the rooms and the comforts

there

Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs

You won't know a thing till you get

inside

BACK TO:

INT. JIM & PAM'S HOUSE - NIGHT

The COUNT is gone. JIM, icy cold, grabs PAM by the wrist.

JIM:

I told you about that sh*t. Or are

we talking about death choices here?

PAM:

I'm just doing my thing, just like

you said, it's my thing, why can't I

have a thing. Ow! You're hurting me!

JIM:

(rising anger)

Get up. Hurt? You want to know HURT?

Let me introduce you to my good friend

hurt.

He is on her, throws her from the bed. She runs and hides in

the closet, slamming the door behind her.

PAM:

(screaming)

NO F*** YOU! THIS IS MY...

JIM:

(crazed)

Ah sanctuary!... a soft place to

hide.

PAM:

(inside)

...from you, you pig!

As he picks up a can of lighter fluid and douses the closet

door and the floor.

JIM:

I'll give you a place to hide forever!

We INTERCUT with PAM inside the closet yelling for mercy

inside.

PAM:

JIM!

He puts a candle to the drenched door/floor.

JIM:

This is the best part of the trip,

honey...

Inside, PAM feels the first flames licking up, smoke wafting

in.

JIM leaves the house.

Pam kicking wildly at the doors, trying to smash her way out

as the FIRE crescendoes. She finally shatters the frail

molding and bursts out.

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

PAM runs out into Laurel Canyon like a terrified doe running

from a forest fire. SONG beat NOT TO TOUCH THE EARTH

continues.

EXT. STREET - LOS ANGELES - NIGHT

Jim and Mike driving drunk, f***ing TWO BLACK CHICKS. Mike

in the back seat. Jim drives the car up onto the grass of a

Police Station and plows right into it.

EXT. BOULEVARD - LOS ANGELES - NIGHT

Knowing who's inside, sufficient be it to see the blue Shelby

Mustang plow into a telephone pole on Santa Monica Blvd.

JIM & THE DOORS

Dead President's corpse in the

driver's car

The engine runs on glue and tar

C'mon along, we're not going very

far

To the East to meet the Czar...

INT. ANNE'S SOHO LOFT - NEW YORK - NIGHT

A HIGH PRIESTESS, assisted by a HIGH PRIEST, conducts a Wicca

wedding amidst a setting of candles, mixing a few drops of

JIM and ANNE's blood into a consecrated cup of wine, from

which they drink. They all wear long black robes, the only

light from the candles, standing inside a circle in front of

a table with altar, incense, chalice.

HIGH PRIESTESS:

(dimly heard)

...we worship the ancient forces of

Nature, the Triple Goddess, the Great

Mother and the Lord, the Horned One...

when the vow is taken

INT. LIMO - DAY

MOTORCYCLE ESCORTS COPS zoom past the limo windows on the LA

STREETS.

INT. ANNE'S SOHO LOFT - NEW YORK - RESUME NIGHT

The PRIESTESS presses the two cut wrists together, binding

them with a red cord.

HIGH PRIESTESS:

...it is a blending of souls on a

karmi and cosmic plane that affects

your future incarnations on this

planet. Death does not part -- only

lack of love -- and the vow is forever

in the Goddess' sight.

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