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"The movie will begin in five moments,"

the mindless voice announced.

"All those unseated
will await the next show."

We filed slowly, languidly into the hall.

The auditorium was vast and silent.

As we seated and were darkened,
the voice continued.

"The programme
for this evening is not new.

"You have seen this entertainment
through and through.

"You've seen your birth,
your life and death.

"You might recall all of the rest.
Did you have a good world when you died?

"Enough to base a movie on?"

Hey, Jim. It's your birthday, man.

What do you say
we finish this another night?

Turn the lights down
a little bit more, will you, J?

Hey, man,
how come The Doors aren't in on this?

No music, no Doors.
Come on, let's roll.

Rolling.

Is everybody in?

Is everybody in?

Is everybody in?

The ceremony is about to begin.

"Riders On The Storm"
by The Doors]

"Let me tell you about heartache
and the loss of god.

"Wandering, wandering in hopeless night.

"Out here in the perimeter
there are no stars.

"Out here we is stoned.

"Immaculate."

It's beautiful.
Look at those big, fluffy clouds.

Hey, Jimmy. Jimmy, wake up
and look at the clouds. Come on.

What's going on?

I don't know.

Officer, what happened?
Anything we can do to help?

No, sir, we've got
everything under control.

Just a dream, Jimmy. That's all it is.
It's just a dream.

In the cactus moonlight,
waiting for the medicine...

I'll go check it. Wait here.
Don't go anywhere.

I'll be right here.

Hi.

Hi.

You got a problem with doors?

Waste of time.

I followed you from the beach.

You followed me?

Why?

Cause you're the one.

Maybe you should meet my old man.

What's your name?

- Mine's Jim.
- Pam.

Pam and Jim.

Who the hell was that?

I have no idea.

Nietzsche said,

"All great things must first wear
terrifying and monstrous masks"

"in order to inscribe themselves
on the hearts of humanity."

Listen, children,
to the sound of the Nuremberg night.

In the seance,
the shaman leads a sensuous panic.

He acts like a madman.

A professional hysteria.

Have you ever seen God?

A mandala.

- A symmetrical angel.
- This is bombastic.

- Shut up!
- We got our final vision by clap.

Columbus' groin got filled
with green death.

I touched her thigh...

This film is weird!

...and death smiled.

Hey, Morrison. Fuck 'em, man.

It's great. It's non-linear. It's poetry.
It's everything Godard stands for.

This world. The monster of energy.

Without beginning. Without end.

Likewise, without increase or income...

disclosing nothing...

this world...

This world is a will to power

and nothing besides.

Pretty pretentious there, Jim.
Not easy to follow. A little incoherent.

But, uh... dancing bears, Nazism,
masturbation, what's next?

What do you guys think?

- It was poor, man. I hated it.
- It was better than a Warhol picture, man.

- No, it wasn't! It was worse!
- A guy sleeping for seven hours?

There was no political consciousness.

- You need your art spoon-fed to you.
- Hey, man, right on!

All right, hold it down.
Let's ask the filmmaker what he thinks.

- You're bringing me down.
- Oh, shut up!

Mr. Morrison?

I quit.

Come on out for a walk.

It's a beautiful night.

I can't believe
it's so beautiful up here.

"Now that I've come again to the land
of the fair and strong, and the wise.

"Brothers and sisters of the pale forest.
O, children of Night.

"Who among you will run with the hunt?

"Now Night arrives with her purple legion.

"Retire now to your tents and dreams.

"Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth.

"I want to be ready."

That's beautiful.

- Did you like that?
- It's beautiful.

I've never read much poetry before.

What's a shaman?

It's a medicine man...

of the Indians.

He gets into a peyote trance...

and he gets deeper and deeper,
and then he has a vision...

and the whole tribe is healed.

All cultures have a version of it.

The Greeks have theatre and gods.

The Indians say
the first shaman invented sex.

They call him
"The One Who Makes You Crazy".

What turns you on?

I don't know. Um...

Experience.

Freedom.

Love.

Now.

Did you know that
the first time I did acid, I saw God?

And I saw a friend of mine,
who was Christ, but he was Judas, too.

And then I realised that somehow
that was the secret of everything.

We're all one. The universe is one.

And that everything is beautiful.

I don't know.

I feel most alive...

confronting death...

experiencing pain.

I think you're most alive
by recognising beauty.

Seeing truth.

Does death turn you on?

You love death?

Life hurts a lot more.

When you die, the pain's over.

All the poems have wolves in it.

All but one.

The most beautiful one of all.

She dances in a ring of fire.

And throws off the challenge with a shrug.

That's beautiful.

Who did you write that for?

I wrote it for you.

Om!

- Try acid, Ray.
- Oh, shit!

It's guaranteed.

Shit, Morrison.

- My last trip was a real bummer, man.
- I never had a bummer on acid.

No, I'm trying naturally high now.

Yeah, whatever works.
You making movies at MGM yet?

Yeah, I got in to see the head
of production over there and he said,

"Where is your script?"
I said, "I don't need a script.

"Godard doesn't use a script,
he improvises with a camera."

He says, "Great. Who's Godard?"

I'm off movies, man.

I went out to the desert, got lost.

I've been living up on Trick's rooftop.

- Got stuck on a chick.
- So what else you doing?

Writing. Songs, poems, stuff like that.

You're writing songs?

So let me hear one.

I'm shy.

- Sing it to me.
- I can't sing, man.

You gotta be able to
sing better than Dylan, man.

Well, let me hear your words.

God! All right.

Those are great fucking lyrics, man.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

You write this? You got others in here?

Yeah, a bunch, man.
I had a whole concert in my head.

I see it all, Ray, like...

What the hell happened to you
in the desert, man?

- Ecstasy and madness.
- Let's get a rock 'n' roll band together

- and make a million bucks!
- I've got so much stuff, Ray.

- I've got tons of songs.
- Things are about to explode, Jim.

You can feel it in the air.
People wanna fight or fuck, love or kill.

Vietnam is right out there, man.

Sides are being chosen.
Everything's gonna flame, man.

The planet is screaming for change,
Morrison. We gotta make the myths.

There ought to be great orgies, man.
Like when Dionysus arrived in Greece.

He made all the women mad,
leaving their homes

and dancing off into the mountains.

There should be great golden copulations
in the streets of LA, man.

- We should call ourselves Dionysus, man.
- I got a name. Doors.

You mean, the doors in your mind?
The Huxley book.

- The Doors of Perception. Acid.
- That's great.

Well, the quote's from
William Blake, actually.

"When the doors of perception
are cleansed

"things will appear
as they truly are - infinite."

I like it.

Come on!

"Break on Through
" by The Doors]

- What's the matter?
- That's not it. Just doesn't sound right.

We know that, John.
Jim, man, stay in time. Jim!

I say we try that bossa nova beat
that I was telling you about.

I think it's hot!

I think the lyrics are kind of weird, man.

You write one, man.

We need more songs anyway, man.

I thought it was pretty good.

Let's go outside.

I came up with something. Um...

A-minor and F-sharp.

- You've got some nice changes in there.
- Got any more lyrics?

Yeah, I got some.
I call it "Light My Fire".

I figure if I'm gonna
compete with your stuff,

it'd better be about earth, snakes
or fire, or something.

I like it.
It sounds like the Byrds, though, man.

But I like it, I like it. It's good.

A little Latin beat will do itjustice.

Maybe put a couple
long solos over it, like...

- Let's start over.
- Like Coltrane on "My Favourite Things".

Let's start over.

- Yeah. A-minor, B-minor. It's jazz.
- Yeah, man, yeah.

Some kind of intro.

- Is that how it goes?
- No, but I like it.

Robby! Hey, man,
can you give me another song?

Give me about five minutes,
I've gotta figure out some kind of intro.

- Just let him work. Do you like that?
- Yeah, I like it. Go to the beach, man.

Funeral pyre.

Funeral pyre.

What do you think about when you play?

I don't know.

Fish in my fish tank.

Hey, how about that acid tonight, man?

- Not for me.
- Come on.

- Not me, either.
- Right here at Ray's house.

See what kind of trouble
we can get into tonight.

No way. You always get all the chicks.

I always get the dogs.

Hey, I got it! Come on!

I got it. I got the intro. Hang on
a second. John, count off from four, man.

One, two, three...

Is that horny motherfucker
in the black pants here tonight?

You got no IDs,
you can't get in.

We forgot our IDs!
Jim put us on the guest list.

"Break on Through
" by The Doors]

Oh!

Turn around, man.
Come on, let them in, Jim.

Hey, let me see it!

Give it to me!

All right!

Jim. Can I have your autograph?

- I don't know. Where do you want it?
- Wherever you want.

Leave it to me. I can take
you guys all the fucking way.

You blew my mind out there.

- But did you like the music?
- The music?

I love the music. That's why we're
talking. Some of it's on the dark side.

You wanna get yourself some tunes,
like Herman's Hermits stuff.

That shit goes right to the radio.

I'm here to groove on my boyfriend. Okay.

Can you hear me?
I'm gonna break this down!

What about getting us
some real equipment, man?

If I sign you guys to
a five-year management contract...

Can you put that out, please?
You can smell that upstairs.

Wherever you guys want to go.
Just trust me. What do you say?

We'll have a band meeting on it.

We do everything unanimously,
or we don't do it.

The musketeers. I'm touched.

Let me tell you something. Loyalty
don't pay the bills. You think about it.

You call me tomorrow, okay?
Here's my card.

Let's go.

Hey, pay attention.
You could get rich. Dig it?

Jim, how old are you?

- Um, 21.
- Get lost, will you?

I'll make this quick and to the point.
And if you repeat it, I'll deny it.

Drop those guys.

Jim has got to start facing the crowd
if he's to be our front man.

- He's getting his confidence, John.
- He never does what's rehearsed.

- How does it feel?
- It feels great, but...

Your looks, your voice,
that's what's gonna sell records.

We'll make a million bucks a year.
Call me. I'm right.

Come on, man, let's go.

Do yourself a favour. Call Larry.

I like a guy who wears
his soul on his face.

Whisky's next, man.
I can feel it in my bones.

I still think the lyrics are weird, man.

Hey, those chicks were
really digging you tonight, man.

Still gotta go deepen, man.
We gotta go one more step.

Turn around and face the crowd.
It'll help present it better.

Gotta go to the desert
and take that peyote.

- Is that what you're on?
- Yeah, man. And it's kicking in!

Fucking longhair!

- That's crazy, man.
- Come on, man.

I'm not doing acid, man.
I'm not doing acid.

It's peyote, John.

- Hey, what's a rock 'n' roll band for?
- Are you gonna try it?

Let's plan a murder.
Let's start a religion. More!

More! More! More!

I'm into TM, man. I promised my guru.

I'll try it. I'm ready.
Let's go to the desert.

Who is that guy?

- Hey, who's on next?
- Love.

Yeah. Arthur Lee. He's cool.

Hey!

I am the Lizard King!

I can do anything!

Go on. Raise your hands if you understand!

Let's take a poll.
How many people know you're alive?

Bullshit!

You're plastic soldiers
in a miniature dirt war.

Come on!

How many of you
people know you're alive?

How many of you people
know you're really alive?

Close your eyes.

See the snake?

See the serpent appear?

His head is ten feet long
and five feet wide.

He has one red eye and one green eye.

That's all right. It gets better.

He's...

seven miles long.

Deadly.

See it? All the history of the world
is on its scales.

All people, all actions.

We're all just little pictures
on its scales.

God.

It's big.

It's moving.

Devouring consciousness.

Digesting power.

Monster of energy.

It's a monster.

Kiss the snake on the tongue.

Kiss the serpent.

But if it senses fear...

it'll eat us instantly.

But if we kiss it without fear,
it'll take us through the garden.

Through the gate. To the other side.

Ride the snake.

Till the end of time.

I think I'm fucked up, man.

I'm not thinking right.

Look at your eyes, man.
You're Death.

I'm afraid of my father.

- I can't be what they want me to be.
- Maybe you should kill your father.

I'm in pain, man.

I feel the universe functioning perfectly,

but I'm still perfectly
locked inside myself.

Instead of oneness, I feel isolation.

But you're alive, Ray. Feel it.

I'm scared, Jim.

- It's beautiful.
- I'm still scared.

Then use us, John.

- Use our strength. Come on in here.
- God, Jim.

That's right.

We're a tribe now. A tribe of warriors.

I promise you,
I will be with you till the end of time.

Nothing will destroy our circle.

Ride the snake.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Come on.

I'm lying. I am afraid.

Jim! Don't go away!

Come dance with me!

Where are you going, Jimmy?

Jimmy, where are you going?

Fuck, fuck!

Turn them off!
Turn his fucking amp off! Get him out.

Haaa!

Let him sing! He's a great artist!

Yeah!

Kill!

Kill!

Kill!

Kill!

Kill!

Yeah!

- Everyone's gotta see this.
- Get the fuck out of here!

- Kill the father, fuck the mother!
- Yeah, kill the father. Come on.

Nobody's gonna fuck their mother
on my stage!

- I don't care what Elmer says. You're out.
- That's what I'm into.

Kill the father! Fuck the mother!
All right! All right!

Hey, Jerry, come on, man.
It's art, man! It's Oedipus.

Take a look at the future, old man!
We are things to come!

Here's your art! Right fucking there!
Huh? There's your art!

This is fucking great, man!
We'll never work in this town again.

Quite a night, huh?

Hi, I'm Jac Holzman.
I own Elektra Records.

- Is that asshole gonna pay us?
- Nice to meet you.

Listen, if you guys could put down
what you did in there on record,

we could have something,
and make a lot of money.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

And Rothchild here
was born to be your producer.

How you doing?
Sorry about all this, John.

But you guys are Bertolt Brecht.
It's cabaret, it's rock 'n' roll.

I mean, I'm really blown away, guys,

and I'd love to get you guys
into a studio, like, immediately.

Mr. Morrison, how'd you like
to come down and go make a record?

Sure... Sure, why not?

Bruce, you feel it? It's bitching!

An album of killer music in six days, man.
Six days, baby.

Unreal.

LBJ! LBJ!

All right!

Name, occupation?

Bill Siddons. I'm the manager.
I manage The Doors.

Name, occupation?

Pamela Morrison. Ornament.

Robby Krieger. Guitar player.

John Densmore. Percussionist.
22 years old. Far out, man.

Name, occupation? Name, occupation?

Raymond Daniel Manzarek.
Born, 02-12-39. Musician. Organist.

Name, occupation?

Uh, Jim.

We're gonna be on TV.
Millions of people will see you.

Right this way, Mr. Sullivan.
Okay, they're called The Doors

and they've got the number one single in
the country right now, "Light Your Fire".

- "Light Your Fire". Is that so?
- Yes.

Now, they're not your usual group, but
I think they're gonna fit in just fine.

Everything's gonna be fine.

The riot continues in Detroit with
1,400 buildings burned and 42 people...

No wonder "Light My Fire's"
number one.

So, what's your room number?

I'll talk to you later, okay?

You have got very serious hair.

- Were you pinching her butt?
- What about me?

I don't want to open up
that kettle of worms, okay?

What about you, handsome?
What can we do?

Some of my worst mistakes of my life
have been haircuts.

- Honey, please. Okay, okay.
- Don't touch it, don't wash it, go away.

- Okay. Be mean.
- We want it just the way it is.

Boys, boys, meet Mr. Sullivan.

Hi, fellas. Fellas, just great.
I heard your record, "Light That Fire".

- "Light Your Fire".
- "Light My Fire".

Just great, fine.
Just really, really fine.

I have one little thing to bring up.
It's a small thing, but it's important.

The guys at network have told us they
have a problem with one of your lyrics.

It's the lyric,
"Girl, we couldn't get much higher."

See, 'cause you can't say,
"higher" on network,

so they asked if you could say instead,
"Girl, we can't get much better."

Can you dig that?

How about,
"Girl, you couldn't bite my wire"?

I don't think
Standards and Practices would...

And, fellas, why don't you have a nice big
smile on your face when you get out there?

There's no point in being sullen.
You know what I mean?

- Just do a fine job.
- We're a sullen group, Ed.

You boys should know, Mr. Sullivan is
considering you boys for four more shows.

- You dig?
- We dig.

We dig and we'll work it out.
Give me five minutes, okay?

- Okay. Groovy.
- It's groovy.

- Just give me five.
- Have a great show, okay?

Well?

- Oh, come on, John.
- It's just a word, Jim.

- The Stones changed when they played here.
- Yeah.

Why don't you change
your name to, uh...

Sidney or Irving Manzarek?
It's just a word.

Hey, man.

My words, I don't care. Let's just jam.

And now, direct from
Los Angeles, California,

ladies and gentlemen,
here now, The Doors.

- We're okay sound-wise?
- Fine.

- Okay.
- Two, track back.

He said it. He said it on national TV.
I can't believe that!

What's he doing? What's that? Oh, Jesus!
Get off it! You can see his thing!

Oh, you blew it, you little shit!

You'll never play Sullivan again!

Okay, can you just move a step forward?

Come on,
I know you love to look at yourself.

Great.

Let's try something different.

- Take your shirt off.
- You take it off.

Do you need help?

That's good.

The camera is whatever
you want it to be, Jim.

A woman you want to seduce.

A man you want to kill.

It can be anything you want.

Oh, that's nice, that's nice.

Oh, that's great!

Do you have any idea
what these pictures can do?

One image controls millions of people.

Where are The Doors?

Right here. Will you forget The Doors?

You're the one they want.
You are The Doors. Come on.

That's good. Be ugly.

Oh, I love that. Anything you want.

There are no restrictions here.

Look at yourself.
Fall in love with yourself.

You're your own audience now, Jim.

They want you.

Worship you, love you...

adore you.

Jim Morrison. The God of Rock...

and Cock.

"Venus In Furs"
by The Velvet Underground]

Not tonight, Edie,
thank you, not tonight, sweetie.

This is the fun part of my job,
because this is history in the making.

Let me put it this way.
Andy is more than an artist.

Andy Warhol is art. I think bright people
in America must ask themselves,

"Does Andy imitate life,
or does life imitate Andy?"

Jim. This is Tom Baker.

He's in one of Andy's movies - I a Man.

- And this is Count Ruspoli.
- Ruspoli.

He's Italian, but he lives in Paris.

He's from a very famous family,
700 years old.

Hi, Jim.

You are great.
I see you at Ondine's with Hendrix.

So cool!

- So, so cool!
- All right.

Don't you like the way he talks?
He's so cool.

- What's your trip?
- My trip? What was yours?

Hey, I caught your gig at The Scene, man.
I thought it was pretty good.

I liked it a lot. It was hot.

I like your movies, man.
You got a great penis.

Hey, Jim, we're gonna split, man.
Why don't you come with us?

- Go up to Max's to get a bite to eat.
- No, you can't leave, man.

Where's your will to be weird?

- Look, that's Jim Morrison.
- No!

- I like The Doors.
- Hey, John.

- I like The Doors.
- Let's get out of here, man.

- These people are wacky.
- Wacky?

Jimmy, come with me.
Andy's waiting in the bedroom for you.

No, no, not now. Let's do this later.

Hey, Jim.

Remember San Francisco?

- Uh, no, not really.
- What happened to that joint?

Check it out, man.

There's a chick here, she sings with
Andy's band, The Velvet Underground.

She says she could drink you
under the table.

Oh.

Hi. I'm Nico.

It's so boring tonight.

Some of us are going downtown
to a new club. You want to come?

Elevate your taste in trolls, man.

Vodka?

I'll race you.

Your death.

Come on, man. Let's go, huh?

Well, all right. We're gonna go to a club.

I met this girl, Lynne.
I think she wants to hang out with me.

Hey, don't you guys
want to meet Andy Warhol?

To tell you the truth, man,
I could do without the guy.

The guy's a freak, man.
Come on, we got a big gig tomorrow.

Wait a minute. I thought we were
gonna be a rock 'n' roll band.

All right. The four of us.

Come on, Jim. This isn't our scene, man.
These people are vampires.

"Heroin"
by The Velvet Underground]

Come on, let's make the myths. Remember?

- Let's go.
- Come on, don't leave.

Come on, you guys, not tonight.
I don't know what will happen.

It might be death.

That's not death, man.
Hey, I'll see you tomorrow, bro.

Don't drink too much, man.

Jimmy, this way. Andy's waiting.
This way. I'll take you to him.

Hello, Daddy.

Jimmy, please. Andy's waiting. Come on.

Hi, man. How you doing?

- All right. How you doing, man?
- Brilliant.

Pretty good. Pretty neat.

Then there was
this big show in Philadelphia.

Andy?

- There were so many people that...
- Andy, this is Jimmy.

Jim Morrison, of the world-famous
Doors musical group.

- Andy Warhol, of course.
- Hi. Wow.

We really like your music.

- How you doing, Andy?
- Oh, great.

And there were
so many people at the show...

the paintings were getting crushed

and they had to take them all down, so...

It really looked kind of...

- Uh, great.
- Just the walls.

You see, Andy was the art.
You should do a show with just bare walls.

We'd like to use you
in one of our movies, Jim.

You're really such a beauty, and, uh...

Hear with Andy said? Someday,
everybody will be famous for 15 days...

- You'd really be great. Wouldn't he?
- Yes.

I mean...

It's the singer, not the song.
It's the astronaut, not the voyage.

Or in the vernacular view,
it's the trip, not the arrival.

Somebody gave me this telephone.

- I think it was Edie, wasn't it?
- Yeah, it was Edie.

Yeah.

And she said that, um...

I could talk to God with it,
but I don't have anything to say.

Here. This is for you.

Um...

Now, you can talk to God.

- Andy!
- Oh! Hi!

Morrison. Come here.

Darling, listen, I pay the bills, so
I can choose any language that I want to.

This guy wants to talk to the bum.

Check it out, brother.

Yeah!

We need to go, we need to go out.

Yeah!

What are your songs about,
Mr. Morrison?

Uh, love. Death. Travel. Revolt.

We all write the songs.

I'm interested in, uh...

chaos, disorder...

especially activities which seem
to have no meaning, like this.

- Mr. Morrison...
- On behalf of the British press...

How do you feel about being called
"The ultimate Barbie doll"?

Well, I guess when you say something
like that, it's a shortcut to thinking.

And do you think about the dreadful
reviews your new poetry book has got?

I guess they didn't understand.

Is it true you financed its publication?

Have you bothered
to read the poetry, ma'am?

I mean, you keep denying
that nothing good can come out of LA.

I think that's a rather
provincial attitude.

- Do you believe in drugs, Mr. Morrison?
- I believe in excess.

What about alcohol? Is that considered
part of the shaman's wisdom?

It's the American way. You know,
we spend more money every year

on tobacco and alcohol
than we do on education?

Mr. Morrison,
on behalf of the British press...

Where do you see The Doors
five years from now?

- It's an excuse for free sex.
- What do you spend your money on?

I believe in a long, prolonged
derangement of the senses

to attain the unknown.

I live in the subconscious.

Our pale reason
hides the infinite from us.

Are you by any chance
in a trance now, Mr. Morrison?

Do you hurt?

What?

What hurts you the most?

What do your parents think
about what you're doing?

Actually, I don't remember being born.

It must have happened
during one of my blackouts.

They must have expressed some feeling.

Well...

to tell you the truth,
they're not living any more,

so I really don't like to talk about that.

Could you at least tell us how they died?

It was a... horrible car crash

in New Mexico. In the '50's.

My father ran right into a truckload
of Navajos. They were...

all over the highway, bleeding.

Their souls, kind of stirring
in the breeze, just leapt into mine.

I'm sorry.

Mr. Krieger, do you
really consider Mr. Morrison a shaman?

Don't worry about it.
It happens to other guys, too.

Wanna do some coke? It'll loosen you up.

Sure. A new thing.

Wow!

How old is this?

That's, uh, 14th century.

- Witchcraft.
- Religion, you know.

Witchcraft. Witches are the protectors
of the seasons.

Goddesses of the grain.

And when crossed...

destroyers.

You ever try drinking blood?

What?

It works, you know.
Drink it at the right time of the moon.

They used to dance in the forests, naked.

See, I think that that's what offended
the Puritans and led to the burnings.

They were a sexual threat
to their male order, like the Bacchae.

Five days a year, for Dionysus, they used
to wander the hills of ancient Greece.

The first witches.

Clans of wild women...

looting...

fucking...

eating animals raw...

looking for Dionysus...

to tear him to pieces!

Where do you get the blood?

Blood is the rose of a mysterious union.

Symbol of potency.

Now you.

I can't cut myself.

Don't be such a child.
If I do it, you have to do it.

You do it.

Aah!

Aah!

Come on, rock-god!
Fuck me! Fuck me good!

Come on, rock-god. Baby.

All right!

What do you want me to do?
What can I do, baby?

Huh?

- What's the matter, baby?
- Will you die for me?

What do you want me to do, huh?

- What do you want me to do?
- Maybe I should see a doctor or something.

What do you think, someone
from the Freudian philosophy?

It happens to other guys, too.

You know, that's the irony.

Teenage death girls want my dick,
not my words.

It's not so complicated.
It's just sex, you know.

I'll never wake up in a good mood again.

It's the hours and the pressure.

You do everything
like it's your last performance.

We weren't built to last. You never know.

- You're setting yourself up, you know.
- You never know.

You're a poet, not a rock star.

Do you really know what I am, Pam?

- You know what poetry is?
- You don't belong on The Ed Sullivan Show.

Who am [?

Where's the feast they promised us?

Where's the new wine?

Dying on the vine.

See, I lied to you.

I love fame.

I do love fame.

- Why are you doing this to me?
- 'Cause you're in the room.

And that's gonna help?
That's gonna help?

Maybe you could just put
a little soul in your success.

Suck it, mommy. Come on.

- Fuck you!
- Hey, where you going, huh?

Where do you think you're going, huh?

Come on. Love my girl!

How many guys have you fucked
since you've been with me?

How many dogs have you fucked?

You're the only one
who couldn't make it, you asshole.

You are the only limp dick in the lot!

- Will you die for me?
- No!

- Will you die for me? Answer me!
- No! Will you die for me? No!

Sure. I'd die for anybody.

Shit!

- Will you die for me?
- Yes.

- I don't believe you. Say it!
- Yes. Yes. Yes.

- Die for me.
- Yes.

Yes.

- Will you die for me? I'm just a clown.
- Yes.

Am I a clown?

- I need a home.
- With me.

A place to hide.

I'm sorry, baby.
We're gonna fuck death away.

Come on.

Let's fuck death away.
Come on, baby. All right!

All right!

An ancient lunatic reigns
in the trees of the night.

The Doors! The Doors! The Doors!

Look. Hello. We've got
a serious problem up here.

The fire marshal is not going
to let this concert go on

unless you clear the aisles
and you go back to your seats.

Unless you clear these aisles,
there is no show.

The sound of the crowd.

I don't even like rockers. They're sleazy.

Shit!

- Come on, now. Like Nuremberg.
- You'd like that?

- Like that?
- Like Germans.

- Beg!
- I'm begging!

- You wanna fuck me, huh?
- Yeah.

Don't ever fucking lie to me again.

About what?

Your father. Why do you tell me bullshit,
like your father's dead?

- He is dead. Both of them. I told you.
- Yeah?

If he's so dead,
who answered the phone when I called?

What?

What?

You didn't really think you were
getting away with that, do you?

Your father's an admiral
in the United States Navy.

He was at the Gulf of Tonkin
when the Vietnam War breaks out.

Your dad's Deputy Chief of Operations.

Just don't ever lie to me again, okay?

Unless you clear these aisles...

What?

Shut the doors!

You shouldn't have done that.

What, like it's so hard
to trace your school records.

I mean, you went to, uh,
the University of Florida.

Albuquerque, New Mexico.
Arlington, Virginia.

Washington, D.C.

You have a brother and a sister.

"Seven miles long, baby."
It's all in "The End".

Where the fuck is Jim?

Man, I have no idea.

What is with this guy?

I'm sorry.

What did he do?

Did he love you?

How much?

Jim! Jim! Jim! Jim! Jim! Jim!

Your mama?

Hatred's a very underestimated emotion.

Doesn't matter anymore, does it?

Do you hear them out there?
Are you listening to them?

Jim! Jim! Jim!

It's you they want now.

It's not The Doors.

It's not your mother
or your father's child.

It's you.

They don't want me. They want my death.

Ripped to pieces.

Patricia, just hold me.

What are you doing there?

- Nothing.
- Okay.

Both of you out of there. No one's
allowed backstage. Come on, let's go!

- You idiot, don't you know who this is?
- It's cool. I'm with the band.

- No, listen, let's go, come on.
- Hey, cool it, pig!

- Fucking hippie!
- Fuck you!

You motherfucker!

- Aagh! Aagh!
- Aagh!

Jesus!

- They got Jim!
- I've been Maced!

What's happening here?

What the fuck is going on here?
What are you doing?

I'm blind!

- I'll issue a warrant for his arrest.
- Are you nuts?

Come on. We gotta get you on.

Why don't you leave him alone, lady?
He doesn't need more shit in his life.

What do you know what he needs?

Fuck!

Fuck!

All right!

All right!

All right!

"When The Music's Over"
by The Doors]

I wanna tell you about something
that happened just a few minutes ago

right here in New Haven.

This is New Haven, isn't it?

New Haven, Connecticut...
United States of America.

ls the west really the best,
or are you just stoned on weed?

"Light My Fire", Jim!
Come on! Sing "Light My Fire"!

I was with this girl backstage.

We wanted some privacy,
so we went into this shower stall.

- We weren't doing anything, just talking.
- Yeah, right!

All of a sudden, this little...
this little man came in...

with a little blue hat
and a little blue suit.

And he said, "What you doing in there?"
I said, "Nothing."

And he said, "Well,
you better get out of there or, uh..."

"Or what?" I said.

And he started pushing me.

Yeah, so I started pushing back!

He didn't like that. Yeah.

Then he reached behind
and he pulled out a little can of Mace.

And he sprayed it right in my eyes.

Fucking blinded me!

Why?

All because I was alone
in a room with a girl?

Doing what he'd like to be doing
if he could get it up without a gun.

All right.

In the United States of America, man.

Land of the free, home of the brave.

In God we trust!

No, no, no. Say your thing, man.

Mr. Morrison, you've gone too far.
The show's over.

You've violated state obscenity laws.
You're under arrest!

There you go.

Get out of the way, everyone!

Get out of the way! Get out of the way!

Jim! Jim! Jim! Jim! Jim!

Get back! Get back!

Get your hands off me, you slaves.

This isn't happening to me.
It's happening to you!

Let's just say I was
testing the bounds of reality.

That's all, I was curious.

I kind of always preferred to be hated.

Like Erich von Stroheim in the movies.
The man you loved to hate.

It's meant to be ironic.

Like... courage wants to laugh.

Essentially, a stupid situation.

I go out on the stage and howl for people.

In me, they see exactly
what they want to see.

Some say Lizard King,
whatever that means...

or some black-clad leather demon,
whatever that means.

But really, I think of myself...

as a sensitive, intelligent human being...

but with the soul of a clown
that always forces me to blow it

at the most crucial moments.

I'm a fake hero.

A joke the gods played on me.

Morning. Pour me my breakfast, Dolores.

What's the matter with Jimbo?
Can't handle it, eh?

He's pussy whipped, man.

Hey, Jim, eat this, man.
We got one last place to go.

Ray's getting married
this morning, remember?

Alive, she cried.

Oh, I can't eat that. It'll make me sick.

Give me a Dos Equis, will you, Dolores?
And a Ramos fizz.

What happened to you last night?
You bet me a grand

you were gonna walk on the ledge
of the 9000 building after the gig.

Let's go right now!

Complaining about going home
to your sanctuary.

We were gonna make a fucking movie.

You bet me a 1,000 bucks, man.
Give him a double.

A triple.

Imagine me and Morrison in
a movie together.

- Yeah!
- Two powerful, two Irish, two-fisted,

fucking drinking guys
in the same movie together!

Yeah, man, I'll direct the shit out of it.

Dennis Hopper can do it, I can do it.

We'll all three direct it.
A real road movie though.

In black and white. We'll call it Zero.

Yeah.

What the fuck?!

Fuck you, Morrison! Get out of here!
Fucking jackoff!

Leave the drinks.

It's only another 95,000.

But I could get the best clothes
from India, from Morocco, Jim,

clothes you couldn't get anywhere else.

And then we could get
the richest people to come.

Miles Davis, Sonny and Cher, the Stones.

It could be the best boutique
on La Cienega, Jim.

- Why don't we have a car?
- We lost it.

Yeah, but... Where's the Gravy Train?

Gray...?

What's the matter with you?
What are you on?

- You said you wouldn't drink today.
- No, Ma, I ain't drinking.

You promised you wouldn't drink. You're
not gonna drink anymore, are you, Jim?

No, Ma, I ain't.

And you'll change those stinky leathers
you've been wearing for three weeks.

- Nah, I don't know about that.
- What are you on?

Ooh, it's just some low-grade acid.
It's not heavy.

Oh, Jim! Oh!

God! You know, I cooked!
I cooked the duck!

- Oh, baby, it's okay.
- And people are coming, you know.

Ray and Dorothy think
that we're flaky enough,

and you said we would wait until after
and now you're gonna peak before me.

No, no, it's cool. We'll trip
and then we'll eat our feast.

Yeah, sure. No! No!

I think it's a good thing
about Ray and Dorothy. I do, they...

Women are such noble creatures.

They carry on your name
with dignity after you die.

Are you saying you want to marry me,
Jim Morrison?

You know, I think women have
basically a comic approach to life.

How can they not?
They have to spend their lives

with that big dick seeking entry.

Come on, Mama, I want to look inside.
Like a spy.

I love it when you sing to me.

That's 'cause
I'm the poet and you're my muse.

"Lions in the street roaming
Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming

"A beast caged in the heart of the city

"Rotting in the summer ground
He fled the town

"Left chaos and disorder
Back there over his shoulder."

Here's the nuptial couple.

- What will I do about all these papers?
- Give it a drink.

Jim!

Jim, you really need somebody
to organise all this stuff.

Your handwriting
is just like a little kid.

Look at this. I wonder if William Blake
was ever this disorganised.

Honey.

- You're trying too hard.
- I'm gonna be your editor now.

Seriously, I am gonna
organise all this stuff

and I'm gonna take out
all the "fuck" words.

- Honey, you're trying too hard.
- No, I'm not, I'm not.

Yes, you are.

There's some great poetry here.
There's some wonderful ideas.

Hey! Come on in.

Hey, hey, Jimbo!

- Hey, man.
- Hi, baby. Mwah!

- Hey, Vito. How's it going, man?
- Hey.

- Yo, Ray!
- Hey, Dog, how you doing, man?

There's some drinks over there.

What am I supposed to do?

How do I fit in? Who am I supposed to be
around all these people?

Darling, Pamela,
I brought you a little something.

You're my girl, that's who.

I'm not your girl.

I'm not your girl.

I know you fuck everything that
touches you. Don't give me that shit.

Come on. Hey, I love my girl!
Hey, listen, everybody!

Now, Pam and I...

She's looking good and to celebrate...

Whoo!

- Patricia?
- Hi, Jim.

Hey! Um...

Pam, do you... Have you met...
Do you know, P... Have you...

She wrote this great review
of my poetry book.

- Jim, why don't we go eat that turkey?
- Come on, Pam, let's go set those plates.

- Are you Patricia Kennealy?
- You must be Pamela.

You actually put your dick
in this woman, Jim?

Well...

Sometimes, yeah.

Well, I understand, I really do.
But just don't you ever expect

that Jim's gonna love you or take care
of you, because you're one of a hundred.

- Come on, you don't know when to stop.
- Look who's talking.

I think Jim can make up his own mind
about who he loves and who he doesn't.

Don't kid yourself, sweetheart.
He's crazy, but he's not that crazy.

- He loves me.
- Let's go check on those sweet potatoes.

Here they go again. It's gonna be
another one of those dinners.

Chuck! Hey!

Glad you made it.
Hey, Jim, Robby, meet Chuck Vincent.

Hey!

How you doing, man?

I just have one more thing to say to you,
Jim Morrison.

You have ruined another Thanksgiving.

Bastard! You killed my duck!

You killed my duck! You killed my duck!

- You ruined my...
- Pamela, Pamela, please behave, huh?

- Come on, Jimmy.
- We'll work it out, man.

It's okay. It's okay.

Uh, Jim...

- You want to know what murder is?
- No!

- You want a little death?
- No!

Yeah?

Well, come on. You want a little death?

Then kill me. Go on. Kill me. Come on!

Kill me!
Go on! Come on! Give me some death!

You killed my duck!

You killed my duck!

And I'm still killing your fucking duck!

There! Murder! Death! Duck! Dead!

Dead! Fucking dead!
There! The duck is dead!

- And that's the incredible truth!
- Jim, will you stop this shit?!

- Will you get sane?
- Don't tell me what to do. Ever!

- Yeah, fuck off, Ray!
- Yeah, fuck off, Ray.

Fuck you, Tom!

This party's getting low rent.
Let's split.

Well, looks
like we're not gonna eat.

Shit!

Fuck it, man. Let's eat this thing.

What happened to us?
What happened to us, Daddy, huh?

Huh?

- All right.
- There was some beautiful poetry.

- Come on, honey.
- There's some beautiful poetry, Daddy.

"You're Lost Little Girl"
by the Doors]

And action!

Jim! Jim! Jim!

Hey, Jim! Your mother's
here with your brother, man.

I don't want to see them, okay?
I don't want to see them, Siddons.

I don't understand. What do you
want me to do with them, man?

- You hear me?
- They're waiting.

Ladies and gentlemen,

from Los Angeles, California, The Doors!

Pretty good. Pretty neat.

"Not To Touch The Earth"
by The Doors]

Come on, honey.
I've been so lonely. I miss my girl.

Oh, hi. I didn't realise
you were entertaining.

Hello, Jimmy.
I hope you're cool about this?

Don't forget your smack on the way out.

- Are we talking about death choices here?
- I'm doing my thing, like we said.

Huh? Huh?

Ow!

- Death?
- You're hurting me.

"Hun?

Are you in pain?
Let me introduce you to my friend "pain".

- Fuck you.
- Oh, sanctuary?

Looking for a place to hide?

- I'll give you a place to hide.
- From you, you pig.

Forever. Yeah.

Hey, honey,
it's the best part of the trip.

Sanctuary. Come on, baby.

Come on, honey. Almost home, baby!

Jim!

We're almost home, baby!

Jim!

It's blinding me. Help, I'm blind!

- Come on, ride 'em, cowboy.
- Hey, look out.

- What?
- There's a cop there. Slow down.

- Where?
- Right there, man. In front of us.

By right line, the running line,
the crooked and the straight,

I summon, stir and call you up.

By wood and stone, by wind and
fire, by land and water, I bring you in.

We worship the ancient forces of nature,
the Great Mother,

the Triple Goddess, and the Horned One,
God of the hunt.

Death does not part, only lack of love,

and the vow is forever
in the Goddess's sight.

I am the Lizard King.

I can do anything.

Jim! Jim! Jim! Jim! Jim!

Fucking Neanderthal prima donna's
too drunk to fucking sing.

Cut. Cut.

Uh, terrific take, Jim. We just had
a bit of a technical problem in here.

What's his fucking problem, man?

- Hey, Paul, babe.
- Yeah, right here, babe.

Why don't you suck a fart
out of my asshole,

you slave-driving fascist mother...

Hey, hey.

Jim.

I hear the booze. I hear the smokes.

- I don't hear the fucking voice, Jim...
- Well, maybe it's because it's stale!

- What do you mean, it's stale?
- Come on, I wanna do my thing!

We gotta do 167 takes,
until it sounds like music.

Let's do something else!
You're all a bunch of fucking slaves!

Let's do, um...

Come on, come on, come on! "Rock ls Dead".

Hey, everybody come out here,
we'll do a sing-along, like...

- It's too fucking self-conscious. No, no.
- Why? It's my song...

Willie, get them out. You, you, you,
let's go. Hey, you deaf? Beat it!

- Let's go!
- See you later.

What are you doing, Jim, huh?

You know, I'm sitting
in that fucking booth for months.

I look out of the glass.
I see Jim. I hear Jim.

But you know what? I miss him.

And all the time, he's standing
right the fuck in front of me, man.

How do you explain that?

Don't make me go through it again, man.
I went through this whole shit

watching Janis dive to the bottom
of a bottle of fucking Southern Comfort.

I won't go through it again, man.
I fucking won't!

Why are you fucking this up, huh?

I love you, man.

Catchy tune.

Sold it to a commercial?

- How much?
- 75,000.

Look, man, we couldn't reach you.
We figured, you know...

What is this shit, Ray?

It's not a big deal, man.
The song has already been commercialised.

Feliciano's already
sold two million copies.

Robby thought it was a good idea,
so did John, so did I.

Robby?

- Robby?
- Where were you? You should've been here.

Do you know what you're saying
to millions of people?

The Doors, all for one, one for all.
Not real.

It's not about money,

you know, or records, or success,
or these...

desires that you have. It's about...

using the music to break through,
wasn't it? Ray?

I don't know.

We lost something here, man.

I don't think so, Jim.
There's just a bigger picture, that's all.

Yeah?

In your fucking face!

Fucking Christ!

What the fuck is going on, man?

Just kidding.

Oh, hi, honey.

We were just watching a little TV.

I wanted you to find us, Jim.
It meant nothing.

You don't have to torture me.
You know, just let me make it up to you.

It's gonna be all right.

You're the one.

- Really?
- You're my girl.

You're so vulnerable about everything.
It makes me sad.

Yeah, all right,
let's keep that money machine rolling.

I love you.

"Eve of Destruction"
by Barry McGuire]

A hot night in Miami, March '69.
Every space in the auditorium is consumed.

Unfortunately, The Doors
have long since sold out.

They've become an act. Morrison falls off
stage at least every other performance.

The Soft Parade album only confirms
the plasticity of their approach.

Songs like "Touch Me",
and "Tell All The People"

are not The Doors that we once knew.

So the question is, why am I here?
Are funerals entertainment?

He's not gonna show, man. I know it.

This fucking guy's done it to us too many
times. We should go on without him.

Bill is with him. They're an hour away.
He'll get him here, all right?

He'd fucking better be.

Hey, he'll be here.

I tell you one goddamn thing,
there's gonna be a show here tonight

if I got to throw a wig on, man,
and sing them songs myself.

No, fuck off, Cat.

Hey, dude. Jimbo! Clean up your act.

You asshole! God, I love you.
Say, listen, Paul.

- Can you get us some heroin?
- No.

- No!
- Why not? Why not? Some heroin.

I am not gonna participate in anything

that's gonna help you
accomplish your goal, Jim.

What's my goal, Paul?

Wrong! I just wanna sing the blues, man.

Get fat, do nothing, go nowhere, just be.

With that waistline, Jim boy,
you ain't got much choice.

What is wrong with being a large mammal?
A big beast.

Like a tank. I feel great.

You're "King Crawling Flab". Rock
is cock, baby, and your rock is dying.

Rock is death, man.
There's no longer belief.

I'll write poetry and direct movies.

No, that's bullshit, man.

You've tested all the limits -
fame, fucking, money.

What you gonna do
when the music's over, man?

When you're too fat and old
to go out on stage?

What you gonna do for Act 3?
Puke on heaven's door?

Listen, you two-bit fucking actor,
you underestimate the audience.

You better face it, Jim,
you're not gonna be remembered, man.

You think all they want...

...two cars and a house.

But you're wrong.
You know what they want?

- No, tell me.
- You really want to know what they want?

- Yeah! Tell me. What?
- Something sacred.

That's what they want. Something sacred.

Go! Let's go!

- Where you been? You're two hours late.
- What happened to the seats?

The seats? I took them out, man.

How you doing?
I'd like you to meet my new friend.

- You're not playing?!
- We're gonna sue your fucking ass!

So sue me! You ain't playing, let's see
where your equipment is tomorrow morning.

I'm not going out there till I get some
sort of guarantee he'll stay in line, man.

- I've had it with this shit!
- How will you know what could've been?

How will you know
if you can break on through?

You're a fucking asshole, Morrison!
You're pushing death, Morrison!

Everyone thinks we're drug addicts
'cause of you.

What are we, The Beatles now, John?

We took drugs to expand our mind!
Not to escape!

No, listen, listen, John. Listen, listen.

Have you ever eaten human flesh?
'Cause I know this chick in New York, man.

John!

Hey, man... It's cool, man, it's cool.

Listen, listen.

- Listen, man, just one more time.
- Hell, no, man.

- For old times' sake.
- Don't want any.

For The Doors, man.
You'll play like an orgasm. Trust me.

You said you loved pain.
You run from it every chance you get.

Doors! Doors! Doors! Doors!

Doors! Doors! Doors! Doors!

Are you ready?

Fuck Off!

I don't want to see any more of that shit!
Or I'll haul your ass in, pal!

Whaaaaaaa!

Oh, yeah!

Look at this beautiful living thing, man.

You wouldn't eat my little friend,
would you?

Come on, man. Love animals!

- Don't eat them!
- I'd fuck her but she's too young.

You're all a bunch of fucking slaves!

How long you think it's gonna last?

How long are you gonna let them
push you around? I tell you this.

I'm gonna get my kicks

before the whole shithouse
goes up in flames, all right.

- Come on, Jim!
- Come on, Jim! "Light My Fire"!

FUCK you, man!

Now, that's the word.
That's the very little word.

Come on, let me hear all of it.
All your little hatreds.

- Suck my dick!
- You'd all eat shit, wouldn't you?

Fuck you!

Adolf Hitler is alive
and well and living in Miami.

I fucked her last night.

What are you gonna do about it?

What are you gonna do about it?

What are you gonna do about it?

What are you gonna do about it?

What is that, huh?

Wait a minute! Wait a minute!
Ah, bullshit! It's fucked up, man!

It's all bullshit! It's all fucked up!
I'm coming out! I'm coming out!

Miami Beach, Florida, huh?

Yeah, I went to Florida State.

Then I got smart and moved to California.

Yeah, they're trying to change
the world out there in California!

No, I ain't talking about no revolution!

I'm talking about
having a good time this summer!

I'm talking about
love your neighbour until it hurts!

Come on, how about a little nakedness?

Come on, let's see some action out there!

I'm talking about love!

Love! Love!

Love! Love!

I'm talking about
grab your neighbour and love 'em!

Oh, yeah!

Anybody gonna come up here
and love my ass?

Come on! I'm lonely up here!

I love you!

Come on, sweetheart. You wanna see it?
Why don't I pull it out for you?

And shake it around a little bit.
Will that do it for you?

Eat my fucking dick, man!

All right, now! I'm gonna show it to you.

Don't, man!
You're a fucking Irish bum, man!

Fuck it! Come on, man!
What are you doing?

Fuck you!

You see it?

Yeah, I wanna see some action out there!

I wanna see some action out there!

I wanna see some action out there!

No limit! No laws! You wanna fuck?

Come on up here! This is your show.

- Get off the stage, motherfucker!
- Yeah! No limits! No laws! No limits!

Yeah! Fucking riot, riot!

Where's the guy with the penis?
Where's that son of a bitch? Get back!

Mr. Morrison...

you are charged
with lewd behaviour on four counts:

Simulated masturbation,
public drunkenness...

profanity and public exposure.

How do you plead?

The defendant pleads not guilty,
Your Honour.

Then trial is set for the week...

Your Honour, I want to bring
to this jury's attention

the fact that there's playing right now
on Broadway a musical called Hair,

where the actors disrobe
and appear naked on the stage.

- Objection. That's irrelevant...
- Sustained.

- Your Honour, how can you sustain that?
- Stick to the facts, Counsellor.

This is a major First Amendment
violation by the politicians

and the police of Miami.

Every single witness
they've brought here has testified

to not actually seeing
my client's genitals,

except one who is related
to the arresting officer.

I tell you, if you convict
on such lack of evidence,

I assure you that someday, somewhere,

in the still of the night,
you will wake up screaming.

"When The Music's Over"
by The Doors]

Are you gonna get rid of it?

Look...

Wouldn't it be better to have a kid
with someone that wanted to be its father?

Fucking genius, that's what it'd be.

You and me...

the child would be a goddess or a god.

It'd be a monster.

Look, I...

I got this trial that's hanging on me,
and I can't afford this.

I don't want the responsibility.

You're a coward! Just a little boy!

The only way you can't afford it
is emotionally!

Those vows were forever
in the Goddess's sight.

Death does not part, only lack of love.

Come on, Patricia.

I was stoned.

It seemed like a fun thing
to do at the time.

Fuck you. I'm gonna have the kid.

Well, then, it will be your kid.

But if you want the abortion,
I'll be there with you.

- Oh, no, you won't!
- Yes, I will.

Oh, bullshit, Morrison,
you know who you are!

What difference does it make?
You know, you never pretended.

I did.

You know, I don't even
like kids particularly.

I don't want the other
fucking thing, either.

You looked in the mirror lately?

- Look at that stomach.
- Come on, now.

Don't say these things.

James Douglas Morrison...

I hereby sentence you...

six months of hard labour
in the Dade County Jail.

And for public exposure,

I am sentencing you
to 60 days of the same,

after which you are to serve two years
and four months of probationary time.

Your Honour, I have an appellate bond
of the sum of $50,000 here.

I ask that Mr. Morrison
remain free pending his appeal.

Everywhere, Jim. Jacksonville, Dallas,
even Kent State University, cancelled.

The press, for the first time, they really
turned against us. We're fucked.

Pamela's called six times.

Katherine, Patricia, Judy.
Gayle's pregnant, she says.

You gotta go to the dentist.

Look, Jim, go home, get some sleep,
get back to your words, okay?

- And wash your hair.
- Take a bath, too, man.

- Jesus, Jim, this guy despises you.
- We weren't even invited to Woodstock.

- Twenty other bands. Not us.
- First Hendrix, now Janis.

Radio stations are pulling us
from their playlists. The big cities.

Philly, Cincy, Chicago, Detroit.

You can drag this appeal out for years,
Jim. We can keep you out of jail.

The FBl's behind it, Jim.
They had memos on you in Phoenix.

They extradited you to Miami illegally.

A new image.
We can build it back slow, quiet,

with the beard, the elder of the tribe.

Mine eyes have seen the glory
of the coming of the Lord!

The band you love to hate.

Let's win there. Thank you very much.

It was fun.

I think I'm having a nervous breakdown.

- Do you hear me, Jim Morrison?
- I'm on the edge, baby!

- We're rolling, Jim!
- Pretty good, baby!

Jump!

I want you to come back in here
this minute, Jim Morrison!

I am not going to kill myself for you.

- Goddammit, Jim!
- Jump!

Your whole life is bullshit!

- Shut up!
- If you want me, come on out and get me!

No! No!

Pam, where are you going?
Pam, get back inside! Pam, don't...

I love you!

- Shit!
- I love you, honey.

Whoa!

- Come on, baby.
- Jim, give me your hand, man.

All right, Jim,
once more with feeling,

take two!

- I don't want to die.
- Come on, baby.

We gotta write "LA Woman", man.
We gotta finish it.

- I don't have an ending, Ray.
- It has wolves in it.

- Come on, girl.
- The most beautiful...

Man, you're both gonna die!

The most beautiful one of all.

Dances... in a ring of fire.

And throws off the challenge with a shrug.

That's my girl.

Oh!

Let's go. Let's go and leave this place.

Just you and me, baby.

We can, you know.

Just one more step...

No, no, no, no, don't. I want to live!

I want to live with you!

All the poetry has wolves in it, Pam.

All but one.

The most beautiful one of all.

I hope you go out smiling...

like a child into the cool remnant
of a dream.

The angel man...

finally claimed this benevolent soul.

Ophelia.

Leaves, sodden in silk.

Chlorine dream.

Mad stifled witness.

Yo, Jim!

All right.

- Hey, Dorothy. Oh, you cut your hair.
- Yeah, we're trying to have another baby.

What, was your hair getting in the way?

Listen, where's Ray?
I gotta catch a plane.

Um, he's upstairs.

- Okay, and where's Princess?
- Out back.

"Riders On The Storm"
by The Doors]

We added a rain effect
to "Riders", man. It's great.

It's the best album since Days, man.

I must admit, pretty good for four guys

who weren't even talking
to each other that day.

So you're really gonna live in Paris,
huh, man?

Yeah, you know, be anonymous.
Write a book.

"Observations Of An American
While On Trial In Miami".

Still got a lot of good songs in you, man.

Still think we got
a couple of blues albums in us.

I'm pinned, man.
They got a category for everything we do.

I'm a wanted man.

I'm gonna miss you, man.

I'm gonna miss that feeling
of playing music with you, man.

You, John, miss me?

More than you think, asshole.

Yeah.

You can always whip the horse's eyes.

As far as I'm concerned,
I made music with Dionysus.

We had moments on stage
that no one'll ever fucking know.

Now, you lay off those drugs, Robby.

Merry Christmas.

We'll get together again, you know.
Some strange way.

Maybe we'll make a movie together.
Black and white.

- Sabrina, this one's for you.
- Thank you.

- See you around.
- What, no bon voyage?

I'll see you back.

And, little Princess Smiling Face,
this one's for you...

from Chief Mojo Rising.

Happy Birthday, Princess.

- Let me see.
- It's you.

Forever young.

The strangest life I've ever known.

Jim, got a plane to catch, man?

Yeah.

We're reaching for death
on the end of a candle.

We're trying for something
that's already found us.

Last words. Out.

Did you get all that?

Yeah. I got it, Jim.

Come on. Let's get some tacos.

Death.

It's not so bad.

Love my girl.

Jim? Jim, is that you?

I knew it was you, Jim Morrison.
I always know when it's you.

- Come on, baby, get out of the tub.
- Come on, Mama'll dry you off.

Just stop joking around, now,
you hear me? Just cut it out.

Was it all right, Jim?

Did you enjoy it when it came?

Just like you said you would.

"A Feast Of Friends"
by The Doors]

They are waiting to take us
into the severed garden.

Do you know how pale
and wanton thrillful comes death

on a strange hour
unannounced, unplanned for,

like a scaring over-friendly guest
you've brought to bed?

where we had shoulders
smooth as raven's claws.

This other kingdom seems by far the best.

Until its other jaw reveals incest.

And loose obedience to a vegetable law.

I will not go.

Prefer a Feast of Friends
to the Giant Family.