The Doors Page #21

JIM & DOORS

(building faster and

faster)

Run with me, run with me

Run with me, let's run

Some outlaws live by the side of a

lake

The minister's daughter's in love

with a snake

Jim faints.

EXT. DOORS OUTDOOR CONCERT - NIGHT

JIM, mind totally gone into his trance, spreading his arms

like wings, hopping from one foot to the other like a shaman

around his microphone, whirling, yelling out great rewards

for the tribe. Plentiful antelope, healthy corn.

The kids are going wild -- writhing like maenads in his

intoxicating embrace. Embers from an enormous BONFIRE drift

past the stadium lights into the night. But the KIDS,

increasingly frustrated by a barrage of COPS, cannot see

their leader and now push against the cops with the very

result the authorities seek to repress.

JIM & DOORS

Who lives in a well by the side of

the road

Wake up girl! We're almost home

We shall see the gates by morning

We shall be inside by evening

Sun, sun, sun

Burn, burn, burn

Moon, moon, moon!

RAY, gone into his own trance, happening to look up from his

keyboard. His eyes widen.

His POV -- an INDIAN SHAMAN hovers over the microphone.

Cloaked in hides, his face obscured by a horned headdress

with colored tails and feathers streaming down his shoulders,

rattles in each fist, the BONFIRE glowing...

JIM & DOORS

I will GET YOU

Soon -- soooooooon... SOOOOOOONNNN...

The COPS can't hold. TEENAGE SHOCK TROOPS hitting the stage,

clambering up. The stage becoming a riot. Cops wading in

with sticks. ROADIES and BODYGUARDS yanking the MUSICIANS

from their places...

JIM:

(indifferent, to

himself)

I am the Lizard King I can do anything

As DOG hauls the shaman king off in a bearhug, smiling stoned,

immaculate.

INT. ALTA CIENEGA MOTEL - DAY

Start slow CLOSE UP on JIM, he's crying, his head on a pillow,

silent, haunted... pull out to see the room, no explanations.

A TV GAME SHOW is on, JUDY, 17, and her FRIEND, 16, watching

naked, skinny..., piles of murder magazines and books,

clothes, and personal items trashed around the thread bare

room he calls home. She looks over at him.

JUDY:

Man wow -- watsa matter Jim? It was

beautiful... wasn't it? Kim? Wasn't

it great?

KIM:

(2nd girl, studying

murder magazine)

It was all right

Jim continues to cry.

JIM:

(gently)

Hey it's no big deal. I like to cry

when I come. It's close to death...

maybe you'd better go home now before

your mama gets home.

JUDY:

She is home Jim

(whispers to Kim who

goes into bathroom,

giggling)

JIM:

What?

JUDY:

It's a secret.

JIM:

(innocently)

You know you've always been good to

me in bed Judy. And it was nice of

you to bring your friend. I want to

keep seeing both of you but it can't

be all the time y'know. It would be

a night every few weeks or so. That's

just the way I am, I'm not dependable.

I can't be a boyfriend. Would you do

that? I mean could you handle it?

That way? I don't want you to get

hurt.

JUDY:

(putting on a tacky

dress)

I already been hurt enuf' by you

Jim, I don't have much to lose do I?

JIM:

...do you love me?

JUDY:

...yes

JIM:

...Well, just think about it awhile.

Call me when you get your new

number...

(Girl 2 comes back

in, dressed)

Hey that's a really nice outfit you're

wearing, you really have good taste

in clothes. How long have you two

been friends?

He's so concerned, so solicitous that both girls crack up

laughing.

JIM:

(grins)

What?

A knock at the door.

JIM:

Come back later!

(another knock)

Who is it!

VOICE:

(slurred)

It's a secret.

JIM:

(recognizes it)

Whyn't you come back later. I don't

have any clothes on.

EXT. ALTA CIENEGA MOTEL ROOM - SAME DAY

PAM's mascara is running from her eyes, begging to get in.

The BLACK MAID cleaning the adjacent room overheard,

unsurprised.

PAM:

Jim, I gotta talk! Let me in please.

I gotta talk.

JIM:

Now Pam sweetheart, I'm busy.

Pamela listening at the door. She's on the second story of a

cheap motel overlooking a boring parking lot on the edge of

La Cienega.

PAM:

Jim, I know there's someone in there,

I can't believe you're doing this

again. You're disgusting.

INTERCUTS TO:

INT. MOTEL ROOM - SIMULTANEOUS

JIM:

Well you see Pam there's this crazy

girl in here, she's just lying on

the bed with her legs open and I

don't know what to do.

PAM:

F*** YOU!!! I want to see her.

JIM:

(off)

It's your cousin Lizzie, you don't

want to see her. Go home.

PAM:

We're all sisters, let me see her.

Jim,... I got this wonderful leg of

lamb in the oven for supper... and

the house is immaculate. Sage is

waiting. He wants you to play with

him... are you coming...

JIM:

Almost.

PAM:

Jim goddamit answer me!!

(no answer, she yells)

JIM! I F***ED HIM TO HURT YOU! HE

DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING TO ME!!

PEOPLE in the parking lot looking up. A silence is her only

response. She waits, turns away from the closed door as TOUCH

ME BABE cuts in:

DOORS SONG:

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon c'mon now

Touch me babe

Can't you see that I am not afraid

INT. RECORDING STUDIO - THAT NIGHT

In the VOCAL BOOTH, JIM is chugging on a brown paper bag

with whiskey in it, crooning with heart but the voice is

warped, weak.

JIM:

What was that promise you made

Why don't you tell me what she said

What was that promise that she made

I'm gonna love you

Till the heaven stops the rain

I'm gonna love you

Till the stars fall from the sky

For you and I...

VARIOUS PEOPLE are hanging around the studio listening -- a

couple of HIPPIE CHICKS, A BURN VICTIM w/ bandages, a CHARLES

MANSON TYPE, a Siberian HUSKY, the TIM LEARY type. Paper

bags, burgers, bottles, California rose, apple juice, hard-

boiled eggs.

In the ENGINEERING BOOTH. ROTHCHILD, the producer, is

displeased.

PAUL:

(to Botnick the

engineer)

...f***in' neanderthal primadonna is

too drunk to see.

(cuts the music, to

Jim)

Cut it... that was beautiful

sweetheat, we had a technical problem,

we'll take it again from the top

babe whenever you're ready.

On the floor, the DOORS are depressed. DENSMORE looking at

MORRISON, aimlessly, nervously. KRIEGER looking tired and

beaten, takes a discreet hit on a joint. Ray scans an art

book, patient.

DENSMORE:

What's his f***ing problem?

JIM:

(equally false)

Paul babe.

PAUL:

Right here baby.

JIM:

Why don't you suck a fart out of my

a**hole you slave driving facist

motherf***er!

As he stalks out of the booth. Raging, near-incomprehensible.

A small portable TV set is playing the "Dean Martin Show"

low on one end of the recording console. Around the room the

detritus of the time -- Mailer's "Armies of the Night", The

Stone's "Beggar's Banquet", Janis' "Cheap Thrills", Traffic,

The Band.

PAUL:

(exasperated)

I hear the booze, I hear the smokes

Jim, I don't hear the voice and babe

I didn't hear the song!

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