The Doors Page #4

JIM:

...cause... you're the one...

He moves. Kisses her swiftly, softly, right on the lips.

GIRL:

(mesmerized, awkward)

Wow... neat...

(looks back)

...maybe you should meet my old man?

JIM:

Later. You got a name?

He looks into her face. Classic American face, freckles, big

round eyes soft as rain, long sunset red hair. She feels his

intense, starving eyes. He kisses her a second time.

The YOUNG MAN coming back with the rolling paper -- sees

him.

As he hops back on the railing -- swings out into the tree --

looks back once.

JIM:

Mine's Jim.

A moment. She must decide. The YOUNG MAN within earshot.

GIRL:

Pam...

The ice broken in that instant. Jim smiles.

JIM:

Jim and Pam, Pam and Jim...

He vanishes. The Man abreast of Pamela, as if he's seen a

vision.

YOUNG MAN:

Who the hell was that?

PAMELA:

(everything's cool)

That's Jim. My new friend.

INT. UCLA SCREENING ROOM - DAY (1965)

On the screen a 16mm black and white student film of a

stunning BLOND in black bra, panties, garters dancing in

black heels on top of a TV set. panning down to images of

goose-stepping Nazis and a Nuremberg rally on the set. Sounds

of lovemaking and an Indian peyote ceremony from the track,

an Indian holy man incanting... Jim's VOICE comes on the

track as well.

JIM'S VOICE

Nietzche said "all great things must

first wear monstrous and terrifying

masks in order to inscribe themselves

on the hearts of humanity". Listen

children -- to the sound of the

Nuremberg night.

STUDENTS in the audience groan at the pretention of it. Moving

to JIM's eyes hidden in his parka hood, peeking through at

the screen.

A CLOSEUP now of JIM on screen looking straight into the

lens as he takes a hit on a hash pipe, and winks.

JIM VOICE:

(on screen)

Have you ever seen God? -- a mandala.

A symmetrical angel. Felt? Yes.

F***ing the Sun. Heard? The music.

Voices. Touched? An animal. Your

hand Tasted? Rare meat, corn, water

and wine

STUDENTS:

(ad lib)

SSSSssss... ego trip man, c'mon!

RAY MANZAREK, a tall student with powerful voice and manner,

thick glasses, long hair sweeping down over his eyes, leans

over to Jim.

RAY:

Hey man it's great, don't listen to

em, it's non-linear man, it's poetry

man, everything Godard stands for.

The lights coming on as the last absurdist images flicker

off. Hissing and a big Bronx cheer summarize the feelings of

the 100 odd STUDENTS crammed into a bunker-like theater.

A youngish INSTRUCTOR stirs to the front row from a row of

upset FACULTY. Hands shooting up to criticize.

INSTRUCTOR:

This is pretty shocking stuff Mr.

Morrison. And I might say indulgent.

Naziism and masturbation, when used

for shock value, are not art. But to

be constructive, let's start with

your intention. What was it?

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