narrator:Pam's moving shakily along the ledge, cracked on downers.
 Jim watching her come, amazed at her risk.
RAY:「yelling down) JIM! HELP HER. She's gonna fall.」
TOM:「Jump!」
narrator:He watches, does nothing.
Jim Morrison:「Come on baby, come on.」
RAY:「trying another tack) Jim we gotta finish "LA Woman".」
Jim Morrison:「Don't have an ending Ray.」
narrator:Reaches his hand out. She is closer. But shaky.
RAY:「white) They're both gonna die... ARE YOU HAPPY YOU COCKSUCKERS!!」
narrator:Ray goes after Tom Baker and the Film Crew. A scuffle. Yelling, shouting, but down below in the intimacy of the ledge, blowing out on the edge, the wind and the world and death. Two crazy children linked on this gothic balcony of the Chateau reach their hands out for each other.
Jim Morrison:「Come on baby, come on」
PAM:「quoting him) "...but one, the most beautiful one of all -- dances in a ring of fire -- "」
Jim Morrison:「raw singing) "I see your hair is burning. If they say I never loved you, you know they are a liar!"」


PAM:「and throws off the challenge with a shrug"」
Jim Morrison:「All the poetry has wolves in it Pam!!!」
narrator:She has never been so concentrated, inching closer to him. Her heels overhanging oblivion.
PAM:「I don't wanna die with you Jim Morrison, I don't wanna die!」
narrator:JIM & DOORS Never saw a woman So alone (X2) So alone -- lone lone
Jim Morrison:「C'mon Pam, this is it! We'll do it right here! Right now! You and me!」
narrator:Ray, Tom, Siddons, Mike, Dog, they all watch in horror, sensing it will happen. They have even stopped filming. Inches... inches.
 He dodges her touch, confused... to the last possible second. Then SHE'S THERE -- in his arms. Her arms latch around him and she hugs him with all her wiry soul.
PAM:「Jim -- let's go, let's leave this town! You and me! Never come back.」
Jim Morrison:「demonic) We can. Right now. Just one more step...」
PAM:「No Jim. I want to LIVE with you. I want to LIVE with you.」


narrator:The two lovers huddled together on the ledge. He slips his head down on her lap, looking up into her eyes with the strangest tears in his eyes.
Jim Morrison:「a poem) There was preserved in her the fresh miracle of surprise... clothed in sunlight restless in wanting dying of fever married to doubt how it has changed you how slowly estranged you solely arranged you beg for your mercy -- OR -- ...but all will pass lie down in green grass and smile and muse and gaze upon her smooth resemblance to the mating-Queen who it seems is in love with the horseman Tomorrow we enter the tomb of my birth I want to be ready.」


narrator:On her face -- moved. Pause. LA WOMAN floods in on his smile, an upbeat surge.
 Upstairs, the ONLOOKERS relax. HOTEL MANAGEMENT and COPS are now rushing up in background.
 JIM & DOORS Mr. Mojo Rising Mr. Mojo Risin' (X2)
 DISSOLVE TO:
 EXT. DOORS OFFICE - SANTA MONICA BL. - L.A. - DAY (1970)
 There's music rocking from the inside. Cables and baffles run from the second story down to the rehearsal room on the first.
 JIM & DOORS Keep on risin' Got to keep on risin' Risin' Risin' (X8)
 INT. DOORS OFFICE - DAY
 The SECRETARIES and STAFF dance to the SOUND rocking thru the floor.
 JIM & DOORS Well I just got into town about an hour ago Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
 Camera moving thru the offices, past the OFFICE BOY, past SIDDONS, past the PUBLICIST, etc -- a farewell to the band.
 INT. BASEMENT - RECORDING STUDIO - DAY
 We see RAY, ROBBIE, JOHN, BOTNICK, a BASS and 2nd RHYTHM GUITARIST, WIVES, GIRLFRIENDS but no Jim. They're really driving, the music soars. PAMELA'S hair shaking as she swings to the beat.
JIM & DOORS:「With a little girl in a Hollywood bungalow Are you a lucky lady in the City of Light? Or just another lost angel -- City of Night?」
narrator:INT. TOILET - RECORDING STUDIO - SAME DAY
 Wires run into a tiny toilet revealing JIM with headphones to his ears barking into a dangling mike, one leg propped on a toilet seat, in a groove. A new, strange, unparalleled beauty in his voice, hoarser but wiser, haunted by experience yet joyful as youth, Jim is ironically, at his best.
JIM & DOORS:「LA Woman (X2) LA Woman / Sunday Afternoon (X3) Drive thru your suburbs Into your blues (X2) Into your blue-blue blues」


narrator:EXT. LOS ANGELES FREEWAY - DAY
 MONTAGE: Moving, moving, moving -- all the POVS from fast- moving CARS travelling with the pace of L.A. Song of freedom, of escape -- the STRIP, the cars, the freeway, the BILLBOARDS... farewell L.A.
 INT. NEW YORK HOSPITAL ROOM - DAY
 Camera creeping towards ANNE O'RIORDAN as she waits, alone on a white table for the doctor to arrive. Jim never showed up after all. But on we go.
 JIM & DOORS I see your hair is burning Hills are filled with fire If they say I never lov'd you You know they are a liar (etc) Never saw a woman So alone (X2) So alone lone lone So alone
 EXT. RAY'S HOUSE - VENICE - DAY
 JIM drives up in his beaten GTO MUSTANG, top down, bags all over the place, hops out. Carrying his bulk with grace, knocks and rings. RIDERS ON THE STORM starting to play over.
 INT. RAY'S HOUSE - DAY
 DOROTHY opens the door. Jim a stack of presents under his arm.
Jim Morrison:「Eek Dorothy! You cut your hair!」
DOROTHY:「We're trying to have another baby.」


Jim Morrison:「moving past her) What -- was your hair getting in the way? (she smacks him lightly) Where are the kids?」
narrator:EXT. RAY YARD - DAY
 He spots them, crossing to the YARD where a CHILDREN'S BIRTHDAY is in progress -- TWO DOZEN KIDS, a CLOWN acting out for them. A few parents and friends -- ROBBIE and LYNNE, their kid, JOHN and his RECENT LADY, their kid...
 When the KIDS spot JIM they light up.
Jim Morrison:「Hey -- am I late or is this the cool remnant of a dream?」
narrator:KIDS (rushing to him) Eee! Jim! It's Uncle Jim... Come on... what did you bring me Jim...
Jim Morrison:「picks up Robin) How's my girl! And how's my boy!」
narrator:They stick a ludicrous printed birthday hat on his head. A bearded Santa Claus now engulfed with kids, though puffy, body gone, a literal physical wreck, yet a gentle pathos about him and still a charisma that the children react to without thinking. He gives out the presents all over.


Jim Morrison:「ad libs) For you... Pancho gets this one... Melanie -- yours... Hey Dorothy don't grab now... open that one, that's yours... keep your paws off that now...」
narrator:As RAY and ROBBIE and JOHN and the others circle him.
Jim Morrison:「to Robin, a 5 year old) ...and to you, princess, from your Royal servant, James Douglas Morrison (bows)」
narrator:As ROBIN, the cutest of them all, a bow in her hair, takes the package, opens it.
RAY:「You wanna hear the new mixes on "LA WOMAN?"...」
Jim Morrison:「No, I gotta plane to catch.」
JOHN:「Won't take long man, it's the best one since "Days".」
ROBBIE:「We added rain to "Riders", come on.」


narrator:Jim cocks his head, listening to it playing from an inner room, his eyes on ROBIN opening the gift -- a beautiful, ANTIQUE DOLL of an 19th century poet -- rock star, stuffed, velour jacket, white fluffy lace collar, it could be Byron or it could be Jim Morrison -- in fact the hair is perfectly weaved to resemble Jim in his young lion phase -- an ironic gift, meant from the heart. It stops everybody -- they all look. A haunted quality to the doll.
 KID Ugh! What's that!
 ROBIN (to Jim) It's you.
Jim Morrison:「Forever young...」
narrator:She kisses him.
 ROBIN Oh it's beautiful... Thank you Uncle Jim.
 INT. RAY'S WORK SPACE - DAY
 Off the patio windows of the birthday party, sounds and sunshine pouring in. The Clown running around, laughter. The music plays -- BRUCE at the mixing board.
 JIM & DOORS Riders on the Storm (x2) Into this house we're born Into this world we're thrown Like a dog without a bone An actor out on loan Riders on the storm
 Where we and Jim came in, I guess. Jim drinks from a cognac bottle straight, foot tapping, enjoying it, knows it's good -- but other things are calling. This is history.


Jim Morrison:「I gotta admit -- that ain't bad for four guys who weren't even talking that day.」
narrator:Slapping shoulders, shaking hands.
JOHN:「You really gonna live in Paris man?」
Jim Morrison:「Yeah John, be anonymous, write a book: "Observations of an American While on Trial in Miami".」
ROBBIE:「I still think we got a couple of great blues albums in us man.」
Jim Morrison:「I'm pinned man. Everything I do they got a category for it, y'know. Freedom's gone.」
JOHN:「Hey, I'm gonna miss you Jim. I'm gonna miss the feeling of playing music with you.」
Jim Morrison:「You can always whip the horses' eyes. You, John, miss me?」
JOHN:「More than you think asshole. (turn away, repressing -- the emotions)」
ROBBIE:「walking him to the garden) Well far as I'm concerned, Jim, I made music with Dionysus man. We had some moments on stage like no one will ever fucking know.」
Jim Morrison:「making light) Yeah, yeah -- and you lay off those drugs Rob. We're gonna play again some day.」


ROBBIE:「Jim -- "do not go gently into that good night. Rage rage against the dying of the light". (he winks goodbye)」
narrator:The kids running up to grab JIM, pulls him back to the party.
 GIRLS Come 'ere Uncle Jim, we're playing blind man's bluff...
 TIME CUT TO:
 EXT. GARDEN - LATER DAY
 JIM, a bearded Santa Claus with the birthday hat on his head, surrounded by the GIRLS and BOYS and DOROTHY shooting a home movie. They're eating birthday cake but UNCLE JIM is drinking straight from the cognac bottle -- a strange sight.
Jim Morrison:「to Robin) So what are you gonna be when you grow up?」
narrator:ROBIN I wanna be your wife
 He laughs, looks at Dorothy who's shooting him with the Super 8.
Jim Morrison:「I don't know, can I afford you? Pam kinda wiped me out with her dress store y'know...」
narrator:ROBIN I'll make my own dresses and you'll see, I'll be the best wife.
DOROTHY:「nodding) You'll never be alone Jim.」


Jim Morrison:「to Dorothy) You know I've never been happier. Not as much of a rush as I used to be in y'know... this is the strangest life I've ever known.」
narrator:His eyes on a LITTLE BOY who's walking into the party, sitting down with the others, ignored, isolated, a birthday cap on his head. Clothes belong to the 1940's and the face seems familiar. Jim is not sure, woozy from the cognac. As he fades. We saw the Boy many years ago in the backseat of the car in the Arizona desert.
 Jim's head falling gently into his folded arms on the table, the cognac bottle at his elbow, merlin hat on, beard, the kids laughing, pulling his ears and nose -- he doesn't wake up.
 TIME CUT TO:
 As Ray comes over now, rouses him gently.
RAY:「Gotta plane to catch man?」
narrator:Jim coming awake in that instant alert way of his, but obviously hung over.
Jim Morrison:「O?... splittling headache from which the future is made.」


narrator:Puzzling remark, He gets up, shaky, exits, kids tearing at him. Goodbyes.
 EXT. RAY'S HOUSE - VENICE - TWILIGHT
 The beach is behind them, the last of the frisbee players and dogs, the skaters go by, as we continue to hear RIDERS from within.
RAY:「Is Pam really there in Paris waiting?」
Jim Morrison:「ironic, head hurts) Sure. The Count's there so where else would she be? Gotta try to start over, without all the hassles, y'know. I think we can.」
RAY:「I never knew what you saw in that nightmare chick man.」
Jim Morrison:「Well she is kinda flakey -- like me. I mean she's just so vulnerable about everything. It makes me sad man. (pause) But she's always kinda believed in something about me y'know -- her little picture of me as the unsung poet -- and it's a fantasy I kinda dig y'know, 'stead of the one I live.」
RAY:「I don't know man, I don't wanna sound like your old man but you're only 27, you're living like you gotta get it all in, you gotta slow down man, you did it, you broke thru to the other side.」


Jim Morrison:「We didn't break thru Ray, we just pushed things a little. When you really break thru, there's nothing left. No music, no Doors, no God, nothing -- only a will to power.」
RAY:「I don't believe that. You were an American prince, man -- with overbred genes -- (Jim scoffs, laughs) No! What could've been Jim? You could've been President. (Jim cracks up) No man! What could've been Jim? We stood here on this beach on the edge of the Pacific that crazy summer day in '65 -- and we knew, you and I, we knew we were at the edge of the mind. we were there, man. One planet, one globe, one mind. Consciousness, we raised it, we were there.」
narrator:Jim, not the sentimental type, climbs in his car, amused.
Jim Morrison:「And now what?」
RAY:「Now? (smiles, lethally sweet) You've made me into Ishmael. I am the last survivor of the Pequod. And I exist only to tell the story of Ahab who fought the black whale.」
Jim Morrison:「loves it, laughs) It was white Ray. You gotta stop harpin' on that day. I was so ripped I can hardly remember it.」


narrator:Ignites engine. Ray leans in, lightening up.
RAY:「Hey, what was that poem you once wrote about two chicks on the pier?」
Jim Morrison:「Come on man, I gotta fly.」
RAY:「Come on. Just once.」
Jim Morrison:「VOICE OVER, pulling out the car) In that year we had a great Visitation of energy Back in those days Everything was simpler and more confused One summer night, going to the pier I ran into two young girls The blonde was called Freedom The dark one Enterprise We talked And they told me this story.」
narrator:As he departs, waving.
RAY:「OVER) What was the story?」


narrator:His point of view -- Jim receding into the sun in his mustang -- making a shakey, screeching curve at the bend of the beach. And he's gone. An ominous ROAR of an AIRPLANE above RAY. -- flying away.
 EXT. LOS ANGELES - TWILIGHT
 The PLANE flies off into the setting ball of red sun.
 INT. RECORDING SESSION (LAST SESSION) - L.A. - DEC.
 The bearded POET hunches in his chair, exhausted, clutching the paper, finished. Pause. He downs a final shot, grunts to the Indian Ghostman sitting there on a stool watching him in the corner of the studio. The Ghostman laughs (but nothing comes out of his mouth). His wrinkled eyes are happy, feathered ponytail, he nods... pleased.
 MORRISON Well, didja get all that?
 GHOSTMAN You done good, Jim, go now -- rest
 The ENGINEER, exhausted, doesn't feel anything funny.
 ENGINEER Yeah, I got it Jim.
 The poets face brightens. A small but ever-so-sweet smile of triumph hikes up the corners of his mouth.
Jim Morrison:「Aw right. Let's get some tacos!」


narrator:He stands, sways, than moves out of view. The empty bottle of whiskey, its sands run out, is left behind.
 As we FADE OUT, a hardy, mischievous Morrison laugh and a ripple of sensuous MUSIC carry us into the lilting, lamenting strains of AN AMERICAN PRAYER -- THE END without lyrics for now as we cut to:
 INT. PARIS BEDROOM - NEAR DAWN (NIGHT) (1971)
 PAMELA is agitated in her sleep -- waking as she feels him watching. Is that him? At the door? A SHADOW -- leaves. Footsteps moving down the narrow Parisian corridor with the creaky floor.
PAM:「Jim... that you?」
narrator:Looks at the time. Somewhere near dawn. The sounds of a bath being drawn. Nightmare or sleep? She tries to fade back to sleep but the MUSIC and the WHISPERING prod her, pull her awake...
 DISSOLVE: SAME FACE -- AN HOUR LATER.
 Putting her robe on, the slippers, the light... moving. She is much more ravaged looking than before.
 INT. BATHROOM - DAWN
 She finds him now... His face floating upwards, angelic eyes, the beard is now gone, a little smile on his face. He must be playing another joke. Although she really knows as she says the words:
PAM:「Jim! It was you. I always know when it's you. (moving closer) Come on baby get out of the tub... mama'll dry you off... (pause) Jim Morrison, now you stop joking you hear me, cut it out!」
narrator:His face. At peace, as she sobs, the MUSIC cresting to Jim's lyrics.
PAM:「was it all right Jim, did you enjoy it when it came my baby? Just like you said it'd be?」
Jim Morrison:「OVER) They are waiting to take us into the severed garden do you know how pale and wanton thrillful comes death at a strange hour? Unannounced unplanned for like a scaring overfriendly 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...」


narrator:DISSOLVE TO:
 EXT. PERE LACHAISE CEMETERY - PARIS - DAY
 His face etching into a perfect Alexandrine bust of physical beauty. The camera moving to reveal, a wintry day, leaves blowing, the wild cats everywhere in the empty cemetery, the crumbling tombs, the flowers fresh and dead around Jim's tomb, the graffiti, wine bottles, Wilde, Bizet, Piaf, Chopin, Morrison...
Jim Morrison:「OVER) 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 I prefer a feast of friends to the giant family...」


narrator:The MUSIC rolling up on:
 INT. CORRIDOR & STAGE - LIMBO
 Smoke. Some lights. The distant cheers of a CROWD. In slightly SLOW MOTION, a FIGURE moves down a corridor into a blinding light of stage and smoke. THREE OTHER SHADOWS are there waiting -- as the GHOST moves to the microphone in altered motion.
 The AUDIENCE is out there somewhere in the dark -- we sense they too have become ghosts, as all of us will one day. The MUSIC continuing up to roll from AMERICAN PRAYER -- THE END -- snatches we annotate.
 GHOST ANNOUNCER Ladies and Gentlemen, from Los Angeles California -- The Doors! (ghostly applause)
 JIM & THE DOORS (snatches) ...have you seen the warm progress under the stars? Have you forgotten the keys to the kingdom? Have you been born yet and are you alive? Where is the feast we were promised? Let's reinvent the gods, the myths of the ages! We need great golden copulations
 Camera closing past the DOORS to JIM alone, circling the mike with his dance -- the INDIAN GHOSTMAN jigging, shaman- like, off to the side -- now levitating above the stage, all crazy, gawky dancing.
Jim Morrison:「Well, I'll tell you a story of whiskey, mystics and men And about the believers and how the whole thing began First there were women and children obeying the moon Then daylight brought wisdom and sickness too soon... the moon is a dry blood beast We have assembled inside this ancient and insane theatre to propagate our lust for life and flee the swarming wisdom of the streets we live we die and death not ends it (screams in agony) FATHER HAVE MERCY!!!」


narrator:Ending with a solitary sing-song croak.
Jim Morrison:「Bird of prey, bird of prey Flying high, flying high in the summer sky Bird of prey, bird of prey flying high, flying high gently pass by Bird of prey, bird of prey flying high, flying high Take me on your flight (pause then) I will come again down from the wild mountains」