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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 program for this evening is not new.

"You've 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.

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

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

Rolling.

Is everybody in?

The ceremony is about to begin.

"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.
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.
- It's all right.

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 get it. Wait here. Don't go anywhere.

I'll be right here.

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. "

Heil!

In the s�ance,
the shaman leads a sensuous panic.

He acts like a madman.

A professional hysteria.

Have you ever seen God?

A mandala.

A symmetrical angel.

We got our final vision by clap

Columbus' groin got filled with green death

I touched her thigh...

This film is weak.

... and death smiled.

Hey, Morrison. Fuck them, 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.

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

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

What do you guys think?

- It's boring. I hated it.
- It's better than a Warhol picture.

- No, it wasn't. It was worse.
- The guy is sleeping for seven hours.

- It was nice.
- There was no political content.

You need your art spoon-fed to you.

Right on, man.

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

- Shut up!
- Mr. Morrison?

I quit.

Awake

Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one

Choose the day
and choose the sign of your day

The day's divinity

First thing you see

Come on out for a walk.

It's a beautiful night.

A vast radiant beach
in a cool jewelled moon

Couples naked race down by its quiet side

And we laugh like soft, mad children

Smug in the woolly cotton brains of infancy

Every time I try to make love to you

You run around with your mouth stuck out

Choose they croon the Ancient Ones

The time has come again

Choose now, they croon
Beneath the moon

Beside an ancient lake

Enter again the sweet forest

Enter the hot dream
Come with us

Everything is broken up and dances

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

"Now I have come again to the land
of the fair, and the 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?

That'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.

Experience...

freedom...

love.

Now.

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

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

And then I realized 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.

- Try acid, Ray.
- 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?

I got in to see the head of production,
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 write songs?

Why don't you let me hear one?

I'm shy.

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

You must sing better than Dylan.

Johnny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine

I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government

Let me hear your words.

All right.

Let's swim to the moon

Let's climb through the tide

Penetrate the evening that the

City sleeps to hide

Let's swim out tonight, love

It's our turn to try

Parked beside the ocean

On our moonlight drive

Those are great fucking lyrics, man.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

You write this? You got others in here?

A bunch, man.
I have a whole concert in my head.

- I see it all like...
- What happened to you in the desert?

- Ecstasy and madness.
- Let's get a band together and make money.

- I've got tons of songs.
- Things will explode. You can feel it.

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.
- I got a name. The Doors.

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

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

The quote's from William Blake.

"When the doors of perception
are cleansed...

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

I like it.

Come on!

Yeah, you know the day destroys the night

Night divides the day

Tried to run
Tried to hide

Break on through to the other side
Break on through

Break on through

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

- I know that, John.
- Jim, man, stay in time.

- I say we try that bossa nova beat.
- We're still learning that.

I think it's hot!

I think the lyric's 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.

A-minor and F-sharp.

You know that it would be untrue

You know that I would be a liar

If I was to say to you

Girl, we couldn't get much higher

Come on, baby, light my fire

G- A-D

Pretty good. Pretty neat.

Try to set the night on fire

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

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

If I'm gonna compete with you, it better
be about earth, snakes, fire, or something.

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

But I like it. It's good.

- A little Latin beat will do it justice.
- Maybe put a couple long solos over it like...

- Let's start over.
- Like Coltrane did on My Favorite Things.

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

The time to hesitate is through

Some kind of an intro.

No time to wallow in the mire

Try now we can only lose

And our love becomes a funeral pyre

Come on baby, light my fire

Is that how it goes?

Come on baby, light my fire

Try to set the night on fire

Fire, yeah

Can you give me...

Try now we can only lose

Give me five minutes to figure an intro.

Love becomes a funeral pyre

Let him work.

- Like it?
- I like it. Let's go to the beach.

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.

The time we cried
Break on through to the other side

Break on through to the other side

Break on through, yeah

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

I found an island in your arms

Country in your eyes

Arms that chain us
Eyes that lie

Break on through to the other side

Break on through, yeah

All right

Hey, let me see it!

Give it to me!

Made the scene
Week to week

Day to day
Hour to hour

The gate is straight
Deep and wide

Break on through to the other side

Break on through, break on through

Hey, hey, hey

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 all the way.
You blew my mind out there.

Did you like the music?

Love it. That's why we're talking.
Some of it's on the dark side.

Get some tunes, like Herman's Hermits stuff.

Mrs. Brown, you've got a lovely daughter

That goes right to the radio.

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

If you're in it, I'll break this down!

What about getting us
some real equipment?

I'll sign you to a five-year contract.

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

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. 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?

- Twenty-one.
- 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's gotta start facing the crowd
if he's to be our front man.

- He's getting his confidence.
- 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.

Do yourself a favour. Call Larry.

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

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

I still think the lyrics are weird.

The days are bright and filled with pain

Enclose me in your gentle rain

The time you ran was

too insane

We'll meet again

The chicks were really digging you tonight.

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

Turn around. 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.

It's peyote, John.

Hey, what's a rock and roll band for?

You gonna try it?

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

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

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

- 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.

You see the snake?

See the serpent appear?

His head is 10 feet long and 5 feet wide.

He has one red eye and one green eye.

That's all right. It gets better.

It'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.

Come on.

My wild love went riding

She rode all the day

She rode to the devil

And asked him to pay

My wild love went riding

She went to the sea

She went to the devil

All that's left was we

I'm lying. I am afraid.

Jim! Don't go away!

Come dance with me!

Where you going, Jimmy?

Jimmy, where you going?

Lost in a Roman

wilderness of pain

And all the children

are insane

All the children

are insane

Waiting for the summer rain, yeah

There's danger on the edge of town

Ride the King's highway, baby

Weird scenes inside the gold mine

Ride the highway west, baby

Ride the snake

To the lake

the ancient lake, baby

The snake is long

seven miles

Ride the snake

He's old

and his skin is cold

The west is the best

Get here, and we'll do the rest

The blue bus

is calling us

The blue bus

is calling us

Driver, where you takin' us

The killer awoke before dawn

He put his boots on

He took a face from the ancient gallery

And he walked on down the hall

He went into the room where his sister lived

And then he

paid a visit to his brother, and then he

He walked on down the hall, yeah

And he came to a door

And he looked inside

Father, yes son, I want to kill you

Mother

I want to

fuck you all night, baby

C'mon baby, yeah

Mother, I want to fuck you?

Come on

Fuck, fuck

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

Fuck me, baby, fuck, yeah

C'mon baby

Let him sing! He's a great artist!
We love him!

C'mon, yeah

Yeah, yeah

All right

Yeah

Kill, kill

- No one's gotta see this.
- Get the fuck out of here!

Kill the father, fuck the mother!

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.

- Jerry, come on. 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 there!
There's your art!

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

Quite a night.

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

Is that asshole gonna pay us?

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.

Rothchild here
was born to be your producer.

How you doing? Sorry about all this.

But you guys are Bertolt Brecht.
It's cabaret, it's rock and 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, why not?

Come on, baby, light my fire

Come on, baby, light my fire

Bruce, you feel it? It's bitching!

Come on, baby, light my fire

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

Unreal.

The time to hesitate is through

No time to wallow in the mire

Try now we can only lose

And our love become a funeral pyre

Come on baby, light my fire

Come on baby, light my fire

Try to set the night on fire

LBJ! LBJ!

Come on, baby, light my fire

Try to set the night on fire

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?

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

Name, occupation?

Jim.

We're gonna be on TV. Millions of people...

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

and they have 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.

What about you, handsome?
What can we do?

Some of my worst mistakes
have been haircuts.

- Don't touch it, don't wash it, don't set it.
- Please. Okay. Be mean.

Boys, meet Mr. Sullivan.

Hi, fellas. Just great.
I heard your record, Light That Fire.

- Light Your Fire.
- Just really great, 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.

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...

Fellows, have a nice big smile on your face
when you get out there?

There's no point in being sullen.

- 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. Groovy.
- All right?

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

Well?

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

The Stones changed when they played here.

Why don't you change your name...

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

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

And now, direct from Los Angeles,
California, ladies and gentlemen...

here now, The Doors.

You know that it would be untrue

We're okay sound-wise?
It doesn't seem loud or anything?

If I was to say to you

Girl, we couldn't get much higher, yeah

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

Come on baby, light my fire

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

You blew it, you little shit!

You'll never play Sullivan again!

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.

That's nice.

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.

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.

Not tonight, Edie, thank you.

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!

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

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

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

I liked it a lot. It was hot.

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

Jim, we're gonna split.
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.

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, not now. Let's do this later.

Hey, Jim.

Remember San Francisco?

- No, not really.
- What happened to that joint, man?

Check it out, man.

This chick, she sings with Andy's band,
The Velvet Underground.

She says she could drink you
under the table.

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.

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,
I could do without the guy.

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

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

All right. The four of us.

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

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.
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?

Pretty good. Pretty neat.

Then there was this big show
in Philadelphia.

- 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?
- 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...

- 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...

...someday, everybody will be famous
for 15 days...

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

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.

And she said that...

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

Here. This is for you.

Now, you can talk to God.

- Andy!
- Hi!

Morrison. Come here.

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

The guy wants to talk to the bum.

Check it out, brother.

What are your songs about, Mr. Morrison?

Love. Death. Travel. Revolt.

We all write the songs.

I'm interested in...

chaos, disorder...

especially activities
which have no meaning, like this.

On behalf of the British...

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

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 gotten?

I guess they didn't understand.

- Is it true you financed its publication?
- Have you bothered to read the poetry?

You keep denying
that nothing good can come out of LA.

I think that's a rather provincial attitude.

- Do you believe in drugs?
- 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?

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.

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.

How old is this?

That's 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.

I think 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.

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?

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

What do you want me to do?

- 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 I?

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?

You need to just put some soul
in your success.

Suck it, mommy. Come on.

- Fuck you!
- Hey, where you going?

Where do you think you're going?

Come on. Love my girl!

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

Then 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?

- Will you die for me? Answer me!
- Will you die for me, no!

Sure. I'd die for anybody.

- Will you die for me?
- Yes.

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

- Die for me.
- Yes.

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

Am I a clown?

- I need a home.
- With me.

A place to hide.

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

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

An ancient lunatic reigns
in the trees of the night.

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 rock groups. They're sleazy.

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

- Like that?
- Like Germans.

- Beg!
- I'm begging!

- You wanna fuck me?
- 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.

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

What?

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

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

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

Your dads Deputy Chief of Operations.

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

What?

You shouldn't have done that.

Like it's so hard
to trace your school records.

You went to 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?

I'm sorry.

What did he do?

Did he love you?

How much?

Your mama?

Hatreds a very underestimated emotion.

Doesn't matter any more, does it?

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

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.

Out of there. No one's allowed backstage.

- Don't you know who this is?
- It's cool. I'm with the band.

- Let's go, come on.
- Cool it, pig!

- Fucking hippie.
- Fuck you.

You motherfucker!

- 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.

Leave him alone. He doesn't need more shit.

What do you know from what he needs?

Fuck! All right!

Okay! All right!

I am

yeah, back door man

Men don't know, little girls understand

Hey, all you people trying to sleep

I'm out there making midnight dream

Back door man

Men don't know, little girls understand

All right, yeah! Come on!

Late at night, babe

See that light, babe

Save us!

Jesus!

Save us!

I'll tell you something
that happened a few minutes ago...

here in New Haven.

This is New Haven, isn't it?

New Haven, Connecticut,
United States of America.

Is 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 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..."

"Or what?" I said.

And he started pushing me.

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. 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, people!

Get back!

Get your hands off me, you slaves.

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

Let's just say that
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 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?

He's pussy whipped.

Eat this, man. We got one last place to go.

- Ray's getting married today, remember?
- Alive, she cried.

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 $1,000...

you'd 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 $1,000. Give him a double.

- A triple.
- Imagine me and Morrison in a movie.

Two powerful, two Irish, two-fisted...

- drinking guys in the same movie together.
- I'll direct the shit out of it.

If Dennis Hopper can do it, I can do it.

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

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

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.

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.

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

Yeah, but, where's the gravy train?

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're not gonna drink anymore, are you?

No, Ma, I ain't.

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

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

Some low-grade acid. It's not heavy.

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

- Baby, it's okay.
- And people are coming.

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, it's cool. We'll trip
and then we'll eat our feast.

Yeah, sure. 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?

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, Ma, I want to look inside.
Like a spy.

I'm a spy

in the house of love

I know the dream

that you're dreaming of

I know the word

that you long to hear

I know your

deepest, secret fear

I know everything

I love it when you sing to me.

That's because
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.

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.
- You're trying too hard.

- No, I'm not.
- Yes, you are.

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

Come on in.

- Hey, man.
- Hi, baby.

- Vito. How's it going?
- Yo, Ray!

- Dog, how you doing?
- There's some drinks over there.

What am I supposed to do?

Where do I fit in? Who am I supposed to be?

Darling, Pamela,
I brought you a little something.

You're my girl, that's who.

I'm not your girl.

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

Come on. I love my girl. Listen everybody!

Now, Pam and I...

She's looking good, and to celebrate...

- Patricia?
- Hi, Jim.

Pam, have you met, do you know...

She wrote this great review
of my poetry book.

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

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

You actually put your dick in this woman?

Sometimes, yeah.

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

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

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

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

Don't kid yourself.
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 one of those dinners.

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

How you doing?

I just have one more thing to say to you.

You have ruined another Thanksgiving.

Bastard! You killed my duck!

Pamela, please behave.

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

It's okay.

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

- You want a little death?
- No!

Come on. You want a little death?

Then kill me. Come on. Kill me.

Go on! Come on! Give me some death!

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!

- That's the incredible truth!
- Stop this shit.

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

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

Fuck you, Tom.

Shit!

Fuck it. Let's eat this thing.

What happened to us, daddy?

- All right.
- There was some beautiful poetry.

- All right, honey.
- There's some beautiful poetry, daddy.

And action!

Your mother's here with your brother.

I don't want to see them, Siddons.

What do you want me to do with them?

- You hear me?
- They're waiting.

Ladies and gentlemen...

from Los Angeles, California, The Doors!

Pretty good. Pretty neat.

Not to touch the Earth
Not to see the sun

Nothing left to do but
Run, run, run, let's run

Let's run

House upon the hill
Moon is lying still

Shadows of the trees
witnessing the wild breeze

Come on baby, run with me

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

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.

The mansion is warm at the top of the hill

Rich are the rooms and the comforts there

Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs

And you won't know a thing
till you get inside

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

- Death?
- You're hurting me.

- Hurt?
- Baby.

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

- Fuck you.
- Sanctuary. Looking for a place to hide?

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

Forever.

Honey, it's the best part of the trip.

Sanctuary. Come on, baby.

Come on, honey. Almost home, baby!

We're almost home, baby!

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. In front of us.

Dead president's corpse in the driver's car

The engine runs on glue and tar

Come on along, not going very far

To the east to meet the Czar

By right line, running line,
crooked and 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.

Run with me

Let's run

Some outlaws live by the side of the lake

The minister's daughter's
in love with the snake

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

Moon, moon, moon

I will get you soon!

Soon!

I am the Lizard King.

I can do anything.

Come on, come on, come on, come on
Now touch me, babe

Can't you see that I am not afraid?

What was that promise that you made?

Why won't you tell me what she said?

Fucking Neanderthal prima donna's
too drunk to sing.

I'm gonna love you

Till the heavens stop the rain

I'm gonna love you

Till the stars fall from the sky

You and I

Cut.

Terrific take, Jim. We just had a bit of
a technical problem here.

What's his fucking problem?

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

Why don't you suck a fart out of my asshole,
you slave-driving fascist.

I hear the smokes.

- I know your fucking voice...
- Well, maybe it's because 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...

come on, Rock is Dead.

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

Oh, come all ye faithful.

It's too fucking self-conscious.

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

- Let's go!
- I'll see you later.

What are you doing?

I'm sitting in that booth for months.

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

But you know what? I miss him.

All the time, he's standing right
in front of me. How do you explain that?

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

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

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

Why are you fucking this up?

Come on baby, light my fire, fire, fire

Catchy tune.

Sold it to a commercial?

- How much?
- $75,000.

We couldn't reach you. We figured...

What is this shit, Ray?

It's not a big deal.
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.

Where were you? You shouldve 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...

or records, or success...

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

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

I don't know.

We lost something here.

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

In your fucking face!

What the fuck is going on, man?

Just kidding.

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.

Can you find me soft asylum?

I can't make it anymore

The man is at the door

This is the trip, the best part I really like

Yeah, I'm proud to be a part of this number

Successful hills are here to stay

Everything must be this way

All our lives we sweat and save

Building for a shallow grave

The soft parade has now begun

Cobra on my left
Leopard on my right, yeah

Come on

And it's getting harder

Calling on the dogs when all else fails

We can whip the horse's eyes

And make them sleep and cry

I love you.

Hate your next-door neighbour
But don't forget to say grace

Tell me I'm running over and over

and over again, my friend

You don't believe
we're on the eve of destruction

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

Unfortunately, The Doors have sold out.

They've become an act.
Morrison falls off the stage...

at least every other performance.
The Soft Parade album 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 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'll be here.

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.

- Why not? Some heroin.
- Come on, Jim.

I am not gonna participate in anything
that's gonna help you accomplish your goal.

What's my goal, Paul?

Your only friend, the end

Wrong! I just wanna sing the blues, man.

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

With that waistline,
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 is no longer belief.

I'll write poetry and direct movies.

No, that's bullshit, man.

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,
you're not gonna be remembered.

You think all they want...

is two cars and a house.

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

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

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

That's what they want. Something sacred.

- Where you been? You're two hours late.
- The seats? I took them out.

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

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

Sue me! You ain't playing.

See where your equipment is
tomorrow morning.

I'm not going out unless I know
he'll stay in line.

- I've had it with this shit!
- How will you know what couldve 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!

Listen, John.

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

- Listen, man, just one more time.
- 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!

Are you ready?

Fuck off!

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

Five to one, baby
One in five

No one here gets out alive, now

You get yours, baby
I'll get mine

Gonna make it, baby
If we try

The old get old
And the young get stronger

May take a week
And it may take longer

They got the guns
But we got the numbers

Gonna win, yeah
We're taking over

Come on!

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.

Your ballroom days are over, baby

Night is drawing near

Shadows of the evening

crawl across the year

You walk across the floor
with a flower in your hand

Trying to tell me no one understands

Trade in your hours
for a handful of dimes

Gonna make it, baby, in our prime

Get together one more time

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!
- 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?

Adolf Hitler is alive and well
and living in Miami.

I fucked her last night.

What are you gonna do about it?

Come on, come on, come on, come on
And suck me, babe

Can't you see that I need some head?

What was that...

Wait a minute! Bullshit! It's fucked up, man!

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

Miami Beach, Florida.

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 till it hurts!

Come on, how about a little nakedness?

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

I'm talking about love!

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

Anybody gonna come up here
and love my ass?

Come on! I'm lonely up here!

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?

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?

Do you see it?

Yeah, I wanna see some action out there!

No limit! No laws! You wanna fuck?

Come on up here! This is your show.

Yeah! No limits! No laws!

Yeah! Fucking right, riot!

Did you see what they were at?

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

Fat cat in a top hat

Thinks he's an aristocrat

Dead cat in a top hat

Thinks he's an aristocrat

Sucking on a young man's blood

Wishing he could come

Sucking on a soldier's brain

Wishing it would be the same

Dead rat! Think you're an aristocrat

Crap, that's crap

You know the day destroys the night

Night divides the day

Tried to run
Tried to hide

Break on through to the other side

Break on through, yeah

Come on!

We chased our pleasures here
Dug our treasures there

But can you still recall
The time we cried

Break on through to the other side

Mr. Morrison...

you are charged
with lewd behaviour on four counts:

Simulated masturbation,
public drunkenness...

profanity and public exposure.

How do you plead?

- Defendant pleads not guilty, Your Honour.
- Trial is set for the week...

I want to bring to this jury's attention
that playing right now on Broadway...

is 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.

Are you gonna get rid of it?

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.

- No, you won't!
- Yes, I will.

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...

to 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,
turned against us.

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.

- 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.

Big cities, Philly, Cincy, Chicago, Detroit.

You can drag the appeal for years,
keep you out of jail.

FBI's behind it.
They had memos on you in Phoenix.

They extradited you to Miami.

A new image.
We can bring you back slow, quiet...

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.

Jim! Do you hear me, Jim Morrison?

- Life on the edge, baby!
- We're rolling, Jim.

- Pretty good. Pretty neat.
- Jump!

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

I am not gonna kill myself for you!

Goddamn it, Jim!

- Your whole life is bullshit!
- Shut up!

- lf you love me, come on out and get me!
- No!

Pam, get back inside!
Pam, don't go out there!

I want you.

Get over here, honey.

Come on, baby.

Give her your hand. She's gonna fall.

Watch it. Once more with feeling. Take two.

- I don't wanna die.
- Come on, baby.

- We got to write LA Woman and finish it.
- We don't have an ending, Ray.

"...has wolves in it."

Come on, girl.

I see your hair is burning

"The most beautiful one of all

"Dances in a ring of fire

"and throws off the challenge with a shrug"

That's my girl.

Let's go and leave this place.

Just you and me, baby.

We can, you know.

Just one more step.

No, I wanna live!

I wanna 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 his benevolent soul

"Ophelia

"Leaves sodden in silk

"Chlorine dream

"Mad, stifled witness"

All right.

- Hi, Dorothy. You cut your hair.
- We're trying to have another baby.

What, was your hair getting in the way?
Listen, where's Ray? I gotta catch a plane.

He's upstairs.

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

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, 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.

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.

This is 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, 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.
Mama'll dry you off.

You 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.

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

Death makes angels of us all
and gives us wings

Where we had shoulders
smooth as raven's claws

No more money, no more fancy dress

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

Well, I just got into town about an hour ago

Took a look around,
see which way the wind blow