The Doors Page #28

Jim, during this, picking up the TV remote, flicking on the

images. The VOICES blending with TV VOICES as he swithes the

channels. The camera moving in on Jim, the VOICES fading.

All we see is Jim. All we hear and see is the TV:

TELEVISION:

Chicago Seven in it's tenth day...

Bobby Seale gagged and chained...

(click)

L.A. shootout with Black Panthers...

(click)

Charles Manson indicted for murder

of actress Sharon Tate...

(click)

U. S. ground troops in Laos and

Cambodia...

(click)

Indians still occupying Alcatraz

Island...

(click)

For the My Lai massacre testified

120 villagers shot by American

soldiers in a trench...

The SONG climaxes into an inner scream of madness.

JIM & DOORS

(CONCLUDE)

For the music is your special friend

Dance on fire as it intends

Music is your only friend

Until the end (3)

(SCREAM!)

Silence on Jim.

JIM:

(mildly)

I think I'm having a nervous

breakdown.

The sound of wind, the backbeat of LA WOMAN flooding in.

EXT. CHATEAU MARMONT HOTEL - LOS ANGELES - NIGHT

JIM dangles out on the narrow ledge that circumscribes the

20th floor rooftop -- wind blowing thru his wild hair, the

card zooming by like racer lights on Sunset below. The song

LA WOMAN continues born from this renewed feeling of danger.

JIM & DOORS

Well I just got into town 'bout an hour ago

Took a look around, see which way the wind blow

Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows

PAM screaming for him to come back from the edge as TOM BAKER

and MIKE and DOG and a CAMERAMAN film in 16mm.

PAM:

JIM! PLEASE GODDAMIT!! COME BACK IN

PLEASE!!

JIM yelling back, as he drinks from a pint of whiskey,

enjoying himself enormously.

JIM:

Whatcha worried about? I like it out

here.

He feigns a fall.

PAM:

NOOOOOO!!

RAY and SIDDONS arrive, terrified, looking for him.

JIM:

(laughing at Pam)

Life on the edge baby. Come get me

if you love me baby.

PAM:

PLEASE GODDAMIT JIM MORRISON I'M NOT

GONNA KILL MYSELF FOR YOU. GET IN

HERE.

Jim cracking up with laughter. BAKER, drunk and the FILM

CREW love it, swishpanning with a cheap sungun.

MIKE:

(dancing)

We got it man! Keep going. Great get

a two shot.

BAKER:

GO ON GET OUT THERE PAM.

Pam is sufficiently cracked on her own set of drugs to start

climbing out onto the ledge, skirts blowing in the wind.

PAM:

JIM MORRISON GODDAMIT I LOVE YOU I

WANT YOU I NEED YOU.

Jim moving further along the ledge.

JIM:

(raw)

YOUR WHOLE LIFE'S BULLSHIT! YOU LOVE

ME THEN COME AND GET ME.

JIM & DOORS

(OVER)

LA Woman (X2)

LA Woman Sunday afternoon (X3)

Drive thru your suburbs

Into your blues (X2)

Into your blue-blue

Blues

Into your blues

Siddons and Ray terrified. Is this the night it's finally

going to end in a suicide plunge? Ray trying to stop Pam,

too late.

RAY:

Pam!! Oh sh*t... get the ambulances

man...

Pam's moving shakily along the ledge, cracked on downers.

Jim watching her come, amazed at her risk.

RAY:

(yelling down)

JIM! HELP HER. She's gonna fall.

TOM:

Jump!

He watches, does nothing.

JIM:

Come on baby, come on.

RAY:

(trying another tack)

Jim we gotta finish "LA Woman".

JIM:

Don't have an ending Ray.

Reaches his hand out. She is closer. But shaky.

RAY:

(white)

They're both gonna die... ARE YOU

HAPPY YOU COCKSUCKERS!!

Ray goes after Tom Baker and the Film Crew. A scuffle.

Yelling, shouting, but down below in the intimacy of the

ledge, blowing out on the edge, the wind and the world and

death. Two crazy children linked on this gothic balcony of

the Chateau reach their hands out for each other.

JIM:

Come on baby, come on

PAM:

(quoting him)

"...but one, the most beautiful one

of all -- dances in a ring of fire --

"

JIM:

(raw singing)

"I see your hair is burning. If they

say I never loved you, you know they

are a liar!"

PAM:

"...and throws off the challenge

with a shrug"

JIM:

All the poetry has wolves in it Pam!!!

She has never been so concentrated, inching closer to him.

Her heels overhanging oblivion.

PAM:

I don't wanna die with you Jim

Morrison, I don't wanna die!

JIM & DOORS

Never saw a woman

So alone (X2)

So alone -- lone lone

JIM:

C'mon Pam, this is it! We'll do it

right here! Right now! You and me!

Ray, Tom, Siddons, Mike, Dog, they all watch in horror,

sensing it will happen. They have even stopped filming.

Inches... inches.

He dodges her touch, confused... to the last possible second.

Then SHE'S THERE -- in his arms. Her arms latch around him

and she hugs him with all her wiry soul.

PAM:

Jim -- let's go, let's leave this

town! You and me! Never come back.

JIM:

(demonic)

We can. Right now. Just one more

step...

PAM:

No Jim. I want to LIVE with you. I

want to LIVE with you.

The two lovers huddled together on the ledge. He slips his

head down on her lap, looking up into her eyes with the

strangest tears in his eyes.

JIM:

(a poem)

There was preserved in her the fresh

miracle of surprise... clothed in

sunlight restless in wanting dying

of fever married to doubt how it has

changed you how slowly estranged you

solely arranged you beg for your

mercy -- OR -- ...but all will pass

lie down in green grass and smile

and muse and gaze upon her smooth

resemblance to the mating-Queen who

it seems is in love with the horseman

Tomorrow we enter the tomb of my

birth I want to be ready.

On her face -- moved. Pause. LA WOMAN floods in on his smile,

an upbeat surge.

Upstairs, the ONLOOKERS relax. HOTEL MANAGEMENT and COPS are

now rushing up in background.

JIM & DOORS

Mr. Mojo Rising

Mr. Mojo Risin' (X2)

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. DOORS OFFICE - SANTA MONICA BL. - L.A. - DAY (1970)

There's music rocking from the inside. Cables and baffles

run from the second story down to the rehearsal room on the

first.

JIM & DOORS

Keep on risin'

Got to keep on risin'

Risin' Risin' (X8)

INT. DOORS OFFICE - DAY

The SECRETARIES and STAFF dance to the SOUND rocking thru

the floor.

JIM & DOORS

Well I just got into town about an hour ago

Took a look around, see which way the wind blow

Camera moving thru the offices, past the OFFICE BOY, past

SIDDONS, past the PUBLICIST, etc -- a farewell to the band.

INT. BASEMENT - RECORDING STUDIO - DAY

We see RAY, ROBBIE, JOHN, BOTNICK, a BASS and 2nd RHYTHM

GUITARIST, WIVES, GIRLFRIENDS but no Jim. They're really

driving, the music soars. PAMELA'S hair shaking as she swings

to the beat.

JIM & DOORS

With a little girl in a Hollywood

bungalow

Are you a lucky lady in the City of

Light?

Or just another lost angel -- City

of Night?

INT. TOILET - RECORDING STUDIO - SAME DAY

Wires run into a tiny toilet revealing JIM with headphones

to his ears barking into a dangling mike, one leg propped on

a toilet seat, in a groove. A new, strange, unparalleled

beauty in his voice, hoarser but wiser, haunted by experience

yet joyful as youth, Jim is ironically, at his best.

JIM & DOORS

LA Woman (X2)

LA Woman / Sunday Afternoon (X3)

Drive thru your suburbs

Into your blues (X2)

Into your blue-blue blues

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