The Doors Page #27

JIM & DOORS SONG

(OVER)

The face in the mirror won't stop

The girl in the window won't stop

A feast of friends alive she cried

Waiting for me

Outside!

MONTAGE -- NEWSPAPER HEADLINES SPIN OUT:

JIMMI HENDRIX OVERDOSES IN LONDON.

JANIS JOPLIN OVERDOSES IN LOS ANGELES.

A ROLLING STONE WANTED POSTER ON JIM -- "In the County of

Dade/Dead -- Did He Or Didn't He?".

JIM & DOORS SONG

(OVER)

Before I sink into the big sleep

I want to hear

The scream of the butterfly

Come back baby

Back into my arms

INT. HOTEL ROOM - MIAMI BEACH - DAY

The MUSIC continuing into a long backbeat without lyrics --

emphasizing the downward spiralling theme...

JIM:

...Well, you gonna get rid of it?

F***ed up people y'know, crazies,

unwanted Indians just throw it in

the river.

Pause. PATRICIA -- four and a half months pregnant, stares.

A glary window onto a balcony overlooking the sea with Florida

palms and a strip of beach. A room in a highrise hotel. Jim's

mess is everywhere.

PATRICIA:

I can't f***ing believe you just

said that!

JIM:

Patricia, wouldn't it be better to

have a kid with someone who wanted

to be its father?

PATRICIA:

It'd be a f***ing genius, that's

what it'd be! You and me. The child

would be a god, goddess!

JIM:

It'd be a monster.

A look. She's stunned, ugly wrath gathering. He tries to

soothe her.

JIM:

I got this trial dragging on me,

Patricia. I couldn't support the kid --

I can't afford it and I don't want

the responsibility right now.

PATRICIA:

You're a COWARD!! A LITTLE BOY!! The

only way you can't afford it is

emotionally. You forgot your vows

man. They were forever in the goddess'

sight. Death doesn't part, only love

Jim!

JIM:

Come on Patricia, I was stoned... it

seemed like the fun thing at the

time.

She pulls a dagger with a skull's head on it, goes for him.

PATRICIA:

I'm gonna cut your balls off Morrison!

JIM:

(that smile)

You want 'em?

PATRICIA:

(beat)

F*** YOU. I'm gonna have the kid.

JIM:

Then it'll be your kid. If you want

the abortion I'll pay for it and

I'll come up to New York to be with

you when you have it.

PATRICIA:

No you won't.

JIM:

Yes I will.

PATRICIA:

Bullshit Morrison

(release him, stalks)

You know who you are...

(pause)

NO. What difference does it make.

You know, you never pretended. I

did. I don't even like kids

particularly,

(laughs to herself)

but I don't want the other thing

either. I guess what I really want

is to throw myself off this f***ing

balcony

(Hurls the knife out

off the balcony)

Well now that you've f***ed the

future, Morrison, have you f***ed

everything?...

(cruelly)

Have you looked at yourself in the

mirror. Your stomach...

JIM:

(hurt, near tears)

Please don't say those things to me,

Patricia.

She suddenly grasps him, clutching, hunger, lust.

PATRICIA:

F*** me one last time, you worthless

piece of sh*t.

JIM & DOORS

...the scream of the butterfly

Come back baby

Back into my arms

On Jim's face.

EXT. MIAMI COURTROOM - DAY

TWO HUNDRED PERSONS are gathered on the lawn outside, banners

decrying the Doors. A MIDDLE AGED SPEAKER, clean cut, squarely

dressed, expresses his outrage.

SPEAKER:

(bullhorn)

...endorsed by President Richard

Nixon!

(cheers)

The immoral conduct of degenerates

such as Jim Morrison is an

unacceptable insult to this country

and the principles for which it

stands...

JIM & DOORS

(OVER)

We're getting tired of hanging around

Waiting around with our heads to the ground

I hear the gentle sound

Very near yet very far

Very soft, yeah, very clear

Come today, come today

JIM:

Well uh, it's designed to wear you

down y'know... when that rap sheet

says the "United States of America

versus You" it takes you down day by

day, specially when no one really

gives a sh*t about, y'know, the First

Amendment that's on trial here...

Nobody says anything about that,

it's just uh did you take your pants

off y'know, I mean that's not what

it's about, it's about freedom, that's

what it's about... but who cares,

right? Freedom exists in a schoolbook.

REPORTER 1

(disinterested)

...but the promoters are cancelling

your shows, will this affect the way

you play?

JIM:

Well, I can only open doors, M'am. I

can't drag people thru 'em. I'm no

savior.

REPORTER 2

But you've called yourself a shaman?

JIM:

(beat, pained)

Did I? Well, I'll tell ya, my words

stand a far better chance of being

around a hundred years from now than

my waistline.

As he goes into the courtroom, a dolled up REPORTER 1, the

local anchor-lady turns to her camera.

ANCHORLADY:

The question that will be answered

today:
Did Jim Morrison or did he

not take off his pants last March?

This is...

INT. COURTROOM - THAT DAY

The judge passing sentence, distant, hazy under song. Darkened

shadows across the floor, silhouettes... the world bleak and

white...

JUDGE:

James Douglas Morrison, I hereby

sentence you to sixty days of hard

labor in the Dade County Jail and

for public exposure I am sentencing

you to six months of the same, after

which you are to serve two years and

four months of probationary time.

[...]

SECRETARY:

(overlapping)

I booked you round trip to New York

for Thursday, Pamela's called six

times, Patricia, Kathy, Judy, Gayle

is pregnant, she says but... you

gotta get straight, honey, go to

sleep, get a massage, go to the

dentist, get a haircut honey, you

gotta cool out...

JOHN:

Probably a bath too...

OFFICE BOY:

(reading a rock

magazine)

Jesus Jim, this guy really despises

you.

JOHN:

...didn't invite us to Woodstock.

Twenty other groups but not...

SIDDONS:

What's heavy is the radio stations

pulling us from their playlists. The

big cities -- Philly, Cinci, Chicago,

Detroit -- it's insane! Record sales

suck!

RAY:

(with irony, reading

something)

"The band you love to hate".

LAWYER:

(2nd Lawyer if

necessary)

We can drag this appeal out for years,

we can keep you out of jail.

JIM:

(drinking)

You're drinking with number three.

SIDDONS:

Max firmly believes the FBI's behind

it. We're subpoenaing their records --

they had memos on you in Phoenix and

they got you extradicted to Miami

illegally without a felony...

MIKE:

A new image -- Jim Morrison as

"Renaissance Man" -- We bring you

back slow, quiet, the beard, elder

of the tribe.

OFFICE BOY:

(reading from review)

...like Lennon said "you either grow

with the music or it grows without

you."

ROBBIE:

Hey, it was fun.

All the voices merging into one:

VOICES:

First Hendrix now Janis Robbie flew

to Hawaii legalities pending

dispositions book in Toronto interview

with PBS renew your diverse license

psychic predictions nine paternity

suits fifty thousand dollar bond

recoup our losses Pamela's shopping

spree with your credit card Morrison

Hotel some-body from film school

mountain of coke in the broom closet

Jac Holzman eight thirty in the

morning remix perform schedule Paul

Rothchild taxes Texas teenyboppers

tomorrow.

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