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"RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARK" | |
Screenplay by | |
Lawrence Kasdan | |
Story by | |
George Lucas | |
FADE IN: | |
EXT. PERU - HIGH JUNGLE - DAY | |
The dense, lush rain forests of the eastern slopes of the | |
Andes, the place known as "The Eyebrow of the Jungle". Ragged, | |
jutting canyon walls are half-hidden by the thick mists. | |
The MAIN TITLE is followed by this: | |
PERU | |
1936 | |
A narrow trail across the green face of the canyon. A group | |
of men make their way along it. At the head of the party is | |
an American, INDIANA JONES. He wears a short leather jacket, | |
a flapped holster, and a brimmed felt hat with a weird feather | |
stuck in the band. Behind him come two Spanish Peruvians, | |
SATIPO and BARRANCA. Bringing up the rear are five Yagua | |
INDIANS. They act as porters and are wrangling the two heavily- | |
packed llamas. The Indians become increasingly nervous. They | |
speak to each other in bursts of Quechua. The American, who | |
is known to his friends as Indy, glances back at them. | |
BARRANCA | |
(irritated) | |
They're talking about the Curse again! | |
He turns and yells at the Indians in Quechua, his anger giving | |
an indication of his own fears. The party reaches a break in | |
the canyon wall and takes the trail through it. | |
When they emerge, their destination is revealed to them in | |
the distance. Beyond a thick stand of trees is the vegetation- | |
enshrouded TEMPLE OF THE CHACHAPOYAN WARRIORS. | |
The entire party is struck by the sight. The Indians, | |
terrified now, chatter away. Suddenly the three at the back | |
turn and run, dropping their packs as they go. Barranca yells | |
at the fleeing Indians and pulls his pistol out. He starts | |
to raise his arm to aim but Indy restrains it in a muscular | |
grip. | |
INDY | |
No. | |
Barranca looks evilly at Indy's hand upon him. Indy releases | |
him and smiles in a friendly way. | |
INDY | |
We don't need them. | |
Satipo watches this confrontation with some concern. | |
BARRANCA | |
I do not carry supplies. | |
INDY | |
We'll leave them. Once we've got it, | |
we'll be able to reach the plane by | |
dusk. | |
He turns back to the trail. Satipo gets the two remaining | |
Indians moving behind Indy. Satipo and Barranca then have a | |
fast, silent communication: Barranca indicates his desire to | |
slit Indy's throat; Satipo gives him a look that says "Be | |
patient, you idiot". | |
THE APPROACH TO THE TEMPLE | |
The party fans out to fight their way through the entwined | |
trees that guard the temple. Visibility is cut to five feet | |
in the heavy mist. Satipo extracts a short, native dart from | |
a tree and examines the point gingerly | |
SATIPO | |
(showing Indy) | |
The Hovitos are near. The poison is | |
still fresh... three days. They're | |
following us, I tell you. | |
INDY | |
If they knew we were here, they would | |
have killed us already. | |
The two Indiana jabber in Quechua, near hysteria. Barranca | |
is sweating profusely, eyes darting. He yells at the Indians | |
in Quechua to "shut up". | |
In the undergrowth, there is slithering movement. | |
Indian #1 draws aside a branch and is faced with a horrific | |
stone sculpture of a Chachapoyan demon. The Indian is so | |
frightened no sound comes out when he screams. He turns and | |
runs silently away. | |
Indian #2 calls to his friend. Getting no response, he steps | |
in that direction. A huge macaw, flushed from the undergrowth, | |
screams and flies away. Indian #2 does exactly the same thing, | |
never to be seen again. | |
Indy, Satipo and Barranca, just clearing the trees, look | |
back in that direction. They all turn to face the Temple. | |
It is dark and awesome. Vegetation curls from every crevice, | |
over each elaborate frieze. The entrance - round, open and | |
black - has been designed to look like open jaws. | |
INDY | |
So this is where Forrestal cashed | |
in. | |
SATIPO | |
A friend of yours? | |
INDY | |
Competitor. He was good, very good. | |
BARRANCA | |
(nervous) | |
No one has ever come out of there | |
alive. Why should we put our faith | |
in you? | |
Indy takes the weird feather from the band of his hat. From | |
around its point, he slips a tightly rolled piece of | |
parchment. Barranca and Satipo exchange a quick "So that's | |
where is was!" look. They all kneel as Indy spreads out the | |
parchment. On it is one-half of a crude floorplan of the | |
Temple. | |
INDY | |
No one ever had what we have... | |
partners. | |
Indy fixes them with an expectant stare. Satipo produces a | |
similar, but folded, piece of parchment. He lays it - the | |
other half of the floorplan - next to Indy's. They all regard | |
it for a moment, then Indy stands and walks toward the Temple. | |
Barranca's eyes are shining as they dart between the floorplan | |
and Satipo. | |
INDY | |
(back turned) | |
Assuming that pillar there marks the | |
corner and... | |
Barranca is suddenly on his feet, quietly drawing his pistol. | |
He raises it toward Indy as Satipo realizes with alarm what | |
he's doing. Too late. Indy's head turns and he sees Barranca. | |
Indy's next move is amazing, graceful and fast, yet totally | |
unhurried. His right hand slides up under the back of his | |
leather jacket and emerges grasping the handle of a neatly | |
curled bullwhip. With the same fluid move that brings Indy's | |
body around to face the Peruvian, the whip uncoils to its | |
full ten foot length and flashes out. | |
The fall of the whip (the unplaited strip at the end of the | |
lash) wraps itself around Barranca's hand and pistol. He | |
could not drop the gun now if he tried. | |
Indy gives the whip a short pull and Barranca's arm in jerked | |
down, where it involuntarily discharges the gun into the | |
dirt. Barranca is amazed, but feels some slack in the whip | |
and immediately raises the gun toward Indy again, cocking it | |
with his free hand. | |
Indy's face goes hard. And sad. | |
Indy sweeps his arm in a wide arc. Barranca spins around, | |
enclosed in the whip, his gun hand stuck tight against his | |
body. Indy gives one more short jerk on the whip handle and | |
Barranca's gun fires. Barranca falls dead. | |
Indy looks quickly at Satipo, who is shocked and frightened. | |
He raises his arms in supplication. | |
SATIPO | |
I knew nothing! He was crazy! Please! | |
Indy looks him over, then nods. He frees the whip from | |
Barranca's body and picks up the man. His eyes sweep the | |
surrounding woods. | |
INDY | |
Let's go. | |
INT. TEMPLE - INCLINED PASSAGE - DAY | |
Indy and Satipo, carrying a torch, walk up the slightly | |
inclined, tubular passage from the main entrance. The interior | |
is wet and dark, hanging with plant life and stalactites. | |
Their echoing footsteps intermittently overpower the sounds | |
of loud dripping, whistling air drafts and scampering claws. | |
HALL OF SHADOWS | |
Indy leads the way down a twisting hallway, Satipo's torch | |
barely lighting his way from behind. Indy disappears in a | |
shadow and when he reappears a moment later a huge black | |
tarantula is crawling up the back of his jacket. Indy doesn't | |
notice and disappears into another shadow, emerging with two | |
more tarantulas on his back. | |
Satipo sees them and makes a frightened grunting sound. Indy | |
looks at him, sees what he's pointing at and casually brushes | |
all three spiders off with his rolled whip, as he would a | |
fly. Satipo pirouettes for an inspection and Indy flicks one | |
off the Peruvian's back. | |
Indy begins picking up little pocket-sized artifacts from | |
the niches and ledges of the Temple. He continues to do this | |
as the men penetrate the Temple. His collecting is quick and | |
expert, evaluating the pieces in an instant, discarding some, | |
stuffing others into his clothes, and never stopping his | |
forward progress. | |
CHAMBER OF LIGHT | |
The men reach an arch in the hall. The small chamber ahead, | |
which interrupts the hall, is brightly lit by a shaft of | |
sunlight from high above. Indy stops, looks it over. | |
SATIPO | |
What's wrong? Are you lost? | |
Indy picks up a stick and throws it through the shaft of | |
light. Giant spikes spring together from the sides of the | |
chamber with a ferocious CLANG! And impaled on the spikes | |
are the remains of a white man, half-fleshed, half skeleton, | |
in explorer-type grab. Indy reaches out and takes hold of | |
the man's carcass. As the spikes slowly retract, Indy pulls | |
it free and seats the remains gently on the floor. | |
INDY | |
Forrestal. | |
SATIPO | |
(gulps) | |
We can go no further. | |
INDY | |
Now, Satipo, we don't want to be | |
discouraged by every little thing. | |
Indy steps sideways into the chamber. His back pressed against | |
the very points of the retracted spikes, he moves along the | |
edge of the light beam, and steps clear on the other side. | |
Satipo grimaces and begins sweating his way through. | |
STAIRWAY | |
Indy and Satipo come down stone stairs to a tight landing. | |
Framing the entry are a carefully strung network of dead | |
vines, each somehow hooked into the wall, narrowing the | |
opening even more. | |
INDY | |
(taking torch) | |
Let me see that. | |
He lowers the torch to the floor of the landing. The landing | |
is carpeted with human skeletons, one on top of another, all | |
squashed flat as cardboard. Satipo gasps. Indy looks up at | |
the ceiling of the landing, then steps onto skeletons, which | |
make a cracking noise under his feet. | |
INDY | |
Try not to touch the vines. | |
FOYER OF THE SANCTUARY | |
The men are in a high, straight hallway 50 feet long. | |
The door at the end is flooded with sunlight. | |
SATIPO | |
Señor, I think we are very close. | |
Indy stands still looking at the hall. | |
SATIPO | |
(impatient) | |
Let us hurry. There is nothing to | |
fear here. | |
INDY | |
That's what scares me. | |
They begin walking down the hall side by side. Satipo has | |
inched a little ahead. Suddenly his lead foot comes down and | |
through the floor! As Satipo begins to pitch forward, Indy | |
grabs him by the belt and pulls him back. They both look | |
down at the "floor". | |
Indy swings his whip across the floor. Fifteen feet of it | |
cuts open beneath the lash, falling away to reveal black pit | |
as wide as the hall. The illusory floor was made of dust- | |
covered cobwebs. Satipo picks up a stone and drops it down | |
the pit. No sound. The two men exchange glances. Indy looks | |
up at the high roof of the hall. He swings the whip up around | |
a support beam, tests its strength with a pull and swings | |
over the pit on the whip. From the other side he swings the | |
whip back to Satipo, who throws Indy the torch. Satipo swings | |
across. When they are both standing on solid floor there is | |
a moment of quiet in which they hear, from far, far below - | |
SPLASH! Indy wedges the whip handle into the wall and leaves | |
it strung to the beam for quick retreat. | |
THE SANCTUARY | |
A large, domed room. Ten evenly-spaced skylights send their | |
shafts of sunlight down to a unique tiled floor: white and | |
black tiles laid out in a lovely, intricate pattern. Indy | |
and Satipo stand at the door and look across the wide room | |
at the altar. There, in the supreme hallowed spot, is a tiny | |
jeweled figurine, Indy's real objective. | |
Two torches, many years old, are in holders by the door. | |
Indy takes one down and lights it. He gives the regular torch | |
to Satipo. | |
SATIPO | |
There's plenty of light, amigo. | |
Indy kneels and uses the unlit end of the torch to reach out | |
and tap a white tile. It is solid. He taps a black tile. | |
There is a whizzing sound and a tiny dark sticks in the torch. | |
Satipo points to the wall nearby: there is a recessed hole | |
there. | |
SATIPO | |
From that hole! | |
Indy nods, stands and looks around the sanctuary. The entire | |
room is honey-comed with the same kind of hole. Satipo sees | |
it too and is properly impressed. | |
INDY | |
You wait here. | |
SATIPO | |
If you insist, señor. | |
Torch in hand, Indy begins his careful walk across the | |
sanctuary. Stepping only on the white tiles, he almost appears | |
to be doing a martial arts kata. Before each big move he | |
waves the torch in front of him head to toe, looking at the | |
flame. Halfway out, he sees something on the floor and kneels | |
to look at it. | |
A dead bird lies on one of the white tiles. Its body is | |
riddled with little deadly darts. This has great significance | |
to Indy and he stands with even greater caution. He waves | |
the torch ahead of him and at waist height an air current | |
whips at the flame. Indy ducks under it and leaves a burn | |
mark on the white tile beneath it. | |
Satipo watches, wide-eyed and mystified. | |
Indy reaches the altar. The tiny idol looks both fierce and | |
beautiful. It rests on a pedestal of polished stone. Indy | |
looks the whole set-up over very carefully. From his jacket | |
he takes a small, canvas drawstring bad. He begins filling | |
it with dirt from around the case of the altar. When he has | |
created a weight that he thinks approximates the weight of | |
the idol, he bounces it a couple times in his palm | |
concentrating. It's clear he wants to replace the idol with | |
the bag as smoothly as possible. His hand seems ready to do | |
that once, when he stops, takes a breath and loosens his | |
shoulder muscles. Now he sets himself again. And makes the | |
switch! The idol is now in his hand, the bag on the pedestal. | |
For a long moment it sits there, then the polished stone | |
beneath the bag drops five inches. This sets off an AURAL | |
CHAIN REACTION of steadily increasing volume as some huge | |
mysterious mechanism rumbles into action deep in the temple. | |
Indy spins and starts his kata back across the sanctuary at | |
four times the speed. | |
Satipo's eyes widen in terror. He turns and runs. | |
THE RETREAT - INTERCUTTING INDY AND SATIPO | |
The sanctuary has begun to rumble and shake in response to | |
the mysterious mechanism. Just as Indy goes out the door, a | |
rock shakes loose from the wall and rolls onto the tiles | |
floor. Immediately, a noisy torrent of poison darts fills | |
the room. | |
IN THE FOYER | |
Satipo swings across the pit. He makes it just as the whip | |
comes undone from the beam, leaving Indy without an escape. | |
Satipo, extremely nervous, regards the whip a moment then | |
turns back to face Indy, who has run up to the far side of | |
the pit. | |
SATIPO | |
No time to argue. Throw me the idol, | |
I throw you the whip. | |
Indy hesitates, eyeing the rumbling walls. | |
SATIPO | |
You have no choice! Hurry! | |
Indy concurs with that assessment. He tosses the idol across | |
the pit to Satipo. Satipo stuffs it in the front pocket of | |
his jacket, gives Indy a look, then drops the whip on the | |
floor and runs. | |
SATIPO | |
Adios, amigo! | |
Indy grimaces. He had a feeling this might happen. He looks | |
around. | |
AT THE VINED LANDING | |
Satipo flies through like a chubby ballet dancer and takes | |
the steps five at a time. | |
IN THE FOYER | |
Indy runs in full stride to the edge of the pit and broad | |
jumps into space. He doesn't make it. His body hits the far | |
side of the pit and he begins to slide out of view. Only | |
wild clawing with his fingers at the edge of the pit stops | |
his descent. With just the tips of his fingers over the edge, | |
he begins pulling himself up. | |
AT THE CHAMBER OF LIGHT | |
Satipo has slowed down. He begins to edge carefully around | |
the light shaft. | |
AT THE VINED LANDING | |
Indy sails through sideways and rolls to a stop at the bottom | |
of the steps. His whip is grasped in his hand. As he raises | |
himself, he hears, from above the giant spikes of the Chamber | |
of Light CLANG! and an abrupt, sickening rendition of SATIPO'S | |
LAST SCREAM. Indy runs up the steps. The rumbling sound grows | |
louder. | |
AT THE CHAMBER OF LIGHT | |
Indy slides to a stop. The spikes have retracted, taking | |
Satipo's body to one side. Indy edges into the chamber with | |
his back to the shaft of light. Soon he is face to face with | |
the dead Satipo; spikes protrude from several vital spots in | |
the Peruvian's body. Indy removes the idol from Satipo's | |
pocket and moves quickly out the other side. | |
INDY | |
Adios. | |
THE INCLINED PASSAGE | |
Indy shoots out of a cut-off hallway and turns toward the | |
exit. The rumbling is very loud and now we see why: right | |
behind Indy a huge boulder comes roaring around a corner of | |
the passage, perfectly form-fitted to the passageway. It | |
obliterates everything before it, sending the stalactites | |
shooting ahead like missiles. Indy dashes for the light of | |
the exit. His hat flies off his head. Almost immediately it | |
is crushed by the boulder. Indy dives out the end of the | |
passage as the boulder slams to a perfect fit at the entrance, | |
sealing the Temple. | |
EXT. FRONT OF THE TEMPLE - DAY | |
Indy lies on the ground, gasping for air. A shadow falls | |
across him and he looks up. | |
WHAT HE SEES | |
Looming above him are three figures. Two are HOVITOS WARRIORS | |
in full battle paint and loin cloths. They carry long blow | |
guns. But the man in the center draws Indy's attention. He | |
is a tall, impressive white man, dressed in full safari outfit | |
including pith helmet. His name is EMILE BELLOQ. His face is | |
thin, powerful; his eyes hypnotic; his smile charming, yet | |
lethal. His heavily French-accented speech is deep, | |
mellifluous, wonderful. Back beyond Belloq and his two | |
escorts, thirty more Hovitos Warriors hover at the edge of | |
the trees. | |
BELLOQ | |
Dr. Jones, you choose the wrong | |
friends. This time it will cost you. | |
Belloq extends his hand. Indy looks at it, then produces the | |
idol and hands it to Belloq. Belloq extends his other hand, | |
smiling. Indy hands over his gun. Belloq sticks it in his | |
jacket. | |
BELLOQ | |
And you thought I'd given up. | |
INDY | |
(eyeing the Hovitos) | |
Too bad they don't know you like I | |
do, Belloq. | |
BELLOQ | |
(smiles) | |
Yes, too bad. You could warn them... | |
if only you spoke Hovitos. | |
With that, Belloq turns dramatically and holds the idol high | |
for all the Hovitos to see and says something in Hovitos. | |
There is a murmur of recognition and all the Indians, | |
including Belloq's escorts, prostrate themselves upon the | |
ground, heads down. | |
Indy is immediately up and running toward the edge of the | |
clearing. | |
BELLOQ | |
(in Hovitos) | |
Kill him! | |
AT THE EDGE OF THE CLEARING | |
Indy disappears into the foliage. An instant later, the leaves | |
are peppered with a rain of poison darts and spears. | |
EXT. THE JUNGLE - INDY'S RUN - VARIOUS SHOTS - DAY | |
Indy runs like hell through steadily falling terrain. And | |
always close behind, a swift gang of angry Hovitos. | |
Occasionally they get close enough to send a dart or spear | |
whizzing past Indy's head. | |
EXT. THE URUBAMBA RIVER - DUSK | |
An amphibian plane sits in the water beneath a green cliff. | |
Sitting on the wing is JOCK, the British pilot. Indy breaks | |
out of some distant brush and runs along the path at the top | |
of the cliff. | |
INDY | |
(yelling) | |
Get it going! Get it going! | |
Jock hops in and fires up the plane's engines. Indy reaches | |
a spot on the cliff above the place, glances back, them jumps | |
into the river. He comes up, swims to the plane and grabs a | |
strut. | |
INDY | |
GO! | |
Jock starts the plane moving across the water as Indy walks | |
across the wing and falls into the passenger compartment. | |
INT. JOCK'S PLANE - DUSK | |
Indy relaxes and lies across the seat, a big smile on his | |
face. One hand drops to the floor of the cabin and Indy jumps, | |
hitting his head. On the floor of the cabin is a huge boa | |
constrictor. Indy tries to get his whole body onto the seat. | |
Jock sees what's happening. | |
JOCK | |
Don't mind him. That's Reggie. | |
Wouldn't hurt a soul. | |
INDY | |
I can't stand snakes. | |
JOCK | |
The world's full of them, you know. | |
INDY | |
I hate them. | |
JOCK | |
Come on now, Sport, show a little of | |
the old backbone. | |
EXT. JOCK'S PLANE - TWILIGHT | |
It soars off over the dark jungle. | |
INT. INDY'S OFFICE, SMALL EASTERN COLLEGE - DAY | |
It's autumn and the pretty, New England campus out Indy's | |
window reflects it in dazzling color. A few weeks before the | |
start of classes. Activity just picking up. Some students | |
about. | |
Indy is at a bookcase near the window and he looks quite | |
different in this setting. His outfit is tweedy, slightly | |
rumpled in the professional style. Part of his attention is | |
focused in a book and he wears glasses to see the fine print. | |
The office is cramped, absolutely inundated with books, maps, | |
etchings and archeological artifacts. In fact, the only neat | |
spot in the room right now is Indy's desk, which has been | |
cleared off expressly for the benefit of - | |
MARCUS BRODY | |
The Curator of the National Museum in Washington, D.C. Brody | |
is examining the small artifacts Indy pocketed on his way | |
into the Peruvian Temple. He occasionally uses a jeweler's | |
eyepiece to get a closer look. But he is distracted, his | |
concerns elsewhere, and it is this that his old friend Indy | |
senses from across the room. | |
BRODY | |
Do you think the idol will ever show | |
up? | |
INDY | |
I don't know. Just because Belloq | |
had it doesn't mean he kept it. | |
Indy snaps the book closed and puts it on the shelf. He takes | |
his glasses off and focuses on Brody. At the windowed door | |
to his office, two pretty Coeds pause for a moment, look in | |
at their sexy Archeology professor, giggle and disappear. | |
INDY | |
Getting it away from those Indians | |
would be a neat trick | |
(a hard look) | |
I hope they got him. | |
A young male graduate student, Indy's TEACHING ASSISTANT, | |
taps on the door and then pushes his way in with an armload | |
of reference books. Indy helps him find a spot for them. | |
TEACHING ASSISTANT | |
I couldn't get the McNabe, Professor. | |
Someone's got it checked out 'til | |
next month when classes start. | |
INDY | |
That's all right, Phil. Thanks a | |
lot. | |
TEACHING ASSISTANT | |
(eager to please) | |
Will there be anything else? | |
INDY | |
No. I'll see you Thursday. | |
The Teaching Assistant leaves. Brody is scowling as he | |
examines the last of the artifacts. | |
INDY | |
Hey, if you don't like them, I can | |
always return them. | |
BRODY | |
No, they're beautiful. The Museum | |
will buy them as usual. No questions | |
asked. | |
INDY | |
Then what's wrong? | |
BRODY | |
I brought along some people today. | |
INDY | |
What kind of people? | |
BRODY | |
Government. | |
INDY | |
(concerned) | |
Government? | |
BRODY | |
Don't worry, it's not about your | |
business. | |
(indicates the | |
artifacts) | |
They're from the Army. | |
INDY | |
I've already served. | |
BRODY | |
Army Intelligence. They're looking | |
for Abner. | |
INT. INDY'S LECTURE HALL / CLASSROOM - DAY | |
Indy's course - a combination of archeology and anthropology - | |
is taught in this amphitheater-type lecture hall. His desk | |
and lectern hold large reference books; blackboards line the | |
wall. Bones, maps, charts festoon the walls. | |
Indy leans against his desk talking with Brody and two | |
uniformed Army officers, COLONEL MUSGROVE and MAJOR EATON, | |
who are situated around the first seats in the classroom. | |
MUSGROVE | |
But you did study under Professor | |
Ravenwood at the University of | |
Chicago? | |
INDY | |
(nods) | |
We haven't spoken in ten years. I'm | |
afraid we had a bit of a falling | |
out. | |
EATON | |
You know nothing of his whereabouts? | |
INDY | |
(negative) | |
Just rumors. Somewhere in Asia, last | |
I heard. | |
Musgrove and Eaton exchange a look; they're disappointed. | |
EATON | |
(to Musgrove) | |
Maybe Dr. Jones can make sense of | |
it. | |
Again the military men have a silent communication, deciding | |
what to reveal. | |
MUSGROVE | |
Well... you must understand, Dr. | |
Jones, this is all strictly | |
confidential. | |
INDY | |
I understand. | |
MUSGROVE | |
Yesterday, one of our European | |
sections intercepted a Nazi communiqué | |
from Cairo to Berlin. We don't quite | |
know what to make of it. | |
Musgrove takes a sheet from his briefcase. | |
MUSGROVE | |
Here it is - "Tanis development | |
proceeding. Acquire headpiece, Staff | |
of Ra, General Tengtu Hok, Shanghai. | |
Locate Abner Ravenwood, U.S." | |
Brody is excited. He looks at Indy. | |
BRODY | |
Tanis. They must have discovered the | |
lost ruins. | |
Indy contemplates this big news; he's impressed. | |
INDY | |
(to himself) | |
Tanis. Ain't that somethin'! | |
EATON | |
Frankly, we're a little suspicious... | |
An American being mentioned so | |
prominently in a secret Nazi cable. | |
INDY | |
Ah, Ravenwood's no Nazi. | |
EATON | |
Then what do they want him for? | |
INDY | |
They're looking for the headpiece to | |
the Staff of Ra. | |
MUSGROVE | |
(indicates his sheet) | |
But it says here that's in China. | |
INDY | |
Only half of it. Ravenwood had the | |
other half. | |
EATON | |
What would the Nazis want with this - | |
this Staff of Ra? | |
BRODY | |
I can tell you that. Over the last | |
two years the Nazis have had teams | |
of archeologists running around the | |
world looking for all kinds of | |
religious artifacts. | |
MUSGROVE | |
That's right. Hitler's a nut on the | |
subject. Crazy. He's obsessed with | |
the occult. | |
EATON | |
What is this Staff of Ra, anyway? | |
INDY | |
It all has to do with the Ark of the | |
Covenant. | |
(the Army guys look | |
mystified) | |
The chest the Hebrews used to carry | |
around the Ten Commandments. | |
Now it's the Army men who are impressed. | |
INDY | |
An Egyptian pharaoh stole the Ark | |
from Jerusalem and took it back to | |
the city of Tanis. A short time later, | |
Tanis was consumed by the desert in | |
a sandstorm that lasted a year. But | |
before that, the Pharaoh had had the | |
Ark hidden away in a secret chamber | |
called the Well of the Souls. Which | |
is where the Staff of Ra comes in. | |
Indy moves to the blackboard and makes a quick sketch to | |
give a rough idea of the system as he describes it. (and we | |
get a glimpse of what an interesting and enthusiastic teacher | |
he must be). | |
INDY | |
Now this was rather clever. The Staff | |
was really just a big stick - oh, I | |
don't know, say like this - | |
(he indicates about | |
six feet) | |
no one really knows for sure. Any | |
way, it was capped by an elaborate | |
headpiece with a carving of the sun | |
at the top. What you had to do was | |
take the Staff to a special map room | |
in Tanis - it had the whole city | |
laid out in miniature on the floor. | |
When you placed the Staff in a certain | |
spot in this room, at a certain time | |
of day, the sun would shine through | |
a hole here in the headpiece and | |
then send a beam of light down here - | |
to the map - giving you the location | |
of the Well of the Souls... | |
MUSGROVE | |
...where the Ark of the Covenant was | |
kept. | |
INDY | |
(nods) | |
Which is probably what the Nazis are | |
after. | |
EATON | |
What's this Ark look like? | |
INDY | |
Look like? Why, it's right here... | |
Indy pulls a big format book from the stack on his lectern | |
and flips through the pages until he finds a large color | |
print. The other men gather to look. | |
THE PRINT | |
Fills the screen. | |
It shows a Biblical battle. The Israelite Army is vanquishing | |
an opposition force. At the forefront of the Israelite ranks, | |
two men carry the Ark of the Covenant, a beautiful gold chest, | |
crowned by two sculptured gold angels. The men do not touch | |
the Ark itself; rather they carry it by use of two long wooden | |
poles which pass through rings in the corners of the Ark. | |
The painting is very dramatic, full of smoke, tumult and | |
sinewy dying men. But the most astounding thing in the picture | |
is the brilliant jet of white light and flame issuing from | |
the wings of the angels. It pierces deep into the ranks of | |
the retreating enemy, wreaking devastation and terror. | |
EATON | |
Good God! | |
INDY | |
Yes. That's what the Hebrews thought. | |
MUSGROVE | |
What's that supposed to be coming | |
out of there? | |
INDY | |
Who knows... lightning... fire... | |
the power of God. | |
EATON | |
I'm beginning to understand Hitler's | |
interest in this thing. | |
INDY | |
Oh yes. The Bible tells of it leveling | |
mountains and wasting entire regions. | |
Moses promised that when the Ark was | |
with you, "your enemies will be | |
scattered and your foes fell before | |
you". | |
(pause) | |
An army which carries the Ark before | |
it is invincible. | |
Eaton and Musgrove exchange worried looks. | |
INDY | |
Oh, there's one other thing that | |
Hitler undoubtably believes about | |
the Ark... | |
(a long pregnant pause) | |
It's said that the Lost Ark will be | |
recovered at the time of the coming | |
of the True Messiah. | |
MUSGROVE | |
Dr. Jones, you've been very helpful. | |
I hope we can call on you again if | |
we have questions. | |
INDY | |
Most certainly. | |
Brody and Indy exchange a look as they all shake and Brody | |
starts to leave with the Army men. | |
EXT. FRONT DOOR, INDY'S HOUSE - NIGHT | |
Indy's English Tudor, upper middle class home. Quite toney; | |
well beyond the financial reach of an honest college | |
professor. Marcus Brody has already rung the bell. Indy opens | |
the door. He is dressed in a tuxedo. | |
BRODY | |
I've got to talk to you. | |
INDY | |
This isn't really a good time. | |
BRODY | |
Indy, it's important. | |
INDY | |
All right. Come on in. | |
INT. FOYER, INDY'S HOUSE | |
The lush tone continues here in Art Deco and shiny marble. | |
Indy motions Brody toward the study to one side. | |
INDY | |
I'll be in a minute. | |
As Brody passes the entrance to the expansive living room, | |
he spots a beautiful, silk-gowned Harlow-type lounging on | |
the sofa in front of a roaring fire. She is sipping champagne. | |
INT. STUDY, INDY'S HOUSE | |
Brody enters the book-lined, dark-wooded study. He paces for | |
a moment before the fire which is dying in the fireplace, | |
then spots something and goes over to Indy's big desk. The | |
surface is covered with open books, monographs, maps and | |
drawings - all about the Ark of the Covenant. Brody smiles; | |
he knows his friend very well. Indy comes in, closing the | |
door behind him. Brody turns to him with a triumphant | |
expression. | |
BRODY | |
They want you to go for it. And | |
they'll pay. | |
INDY | |
(smiles) | |
Good work, Marcus. I had a feeling | |
this would happen. And, of course, | |
the Museum gets the Ark when we're | |
done. | |
BRODY | |
(smiles) | |
Of course. | |
Indy's manner is vigorous, aggressive. | |
INDY | |
Okay, here's the way it's gonna be. | |
First, I'll high-tail it to Shanghai | |
and get the piece from General Hok. | |
Then I think I know where I can find | |
Ravenwood. If only I can get - | |
BRODY | |
General Hok's a tough customer. They | |
don't call him the Wild Boar for | |
nothing. And he's tied in with the | |
Japanese. | |
INDY | |
I'll worry about that when the time | |
comes. My only hope is to find the | |
Well of the Souls before the Nazis | |
do. | |
WIPE TO: | |
EXT. IN THE AIR - DAY / NIGHT | |
A Pan Am Clipper flies west over the Pacific. | |
WIPE TO: | |
INT. KEHOE'S CAR (SHANGHAI AIRPORT) - DAY | |
Indy is barely into the front seat of a dilapidated Ford as | |
the driver, BUZZ KEHOE, is peeling out into traffic. In the | |
back seat is a Chinese named BANG CHOW. Kehoe zigs crazily | |
through traffic with only his left hand as he reaches over | |
to shake with Indy. | |
KEHOE | |
Buzz Kehoe, Army Intelligence. You've | |
met Bang Chow. | |
INDY | |
What's the hurry? | |
KEHOE | |
Some German agents got here two hours | |
ago. Luckily, Bang was able to have | |
them detained at Customs. We'll have | |
to hurry. | |
EXT. HOK'S STREET - DAY | |
Kehoe's car emerges from an alley. Down the block is Tengtu | |
Hok's modest, walled palace. Kehoe's car slows a bit and | |
Bang steps from the moving car with a small black suitcase | |
in his hand. While he heads down the street toward Hok's | |
place, Kehoe's car continues across the street and into an | |
alley on the other side. | |
EXT. HOK'S STREET - IN FRONT OF PALACE - DAY | |
A Mercedes limousine appears round a corner and squeals to a | |
stop at the front gate of the palace, which is manned by a | |
sturdy Chinese Gateman. There are three Germans inside, one | |
the driver. | |
EXT. ALLEY BEHIND HOK'S MUSEUM - DAY | |
Kehoe, alone now, pushes a trash container casually into | |
position to hide a newly created hole in the rear wall of | |
Hok's Museum where several stone blocks have been removed. | |
He looks around and ambles back to the car. | |
INT. HOK'S PALACE - ENTRY HALL | |
The three Germans wait impatiently in a magnificent foyer. A | |
chime sounds and huge double doors open to reveal TENGTU | |
HOK, flanked by two uniformed Japanese Soldiers and a robed | |
Chinese Advisor. He wears a fantastic gold ornamental robe. | |
Despite the majesty, however, nothing can disguise the fact | |
that Hok is basically a wild, fat barbarian; an animal. Hok | |
and his escort group bow in what is the beginning of a long | |
welcoming ceremony. The Germans exchange impatient glances | |
but decide they should play it as it comes. They bow. | |
INT. HOK'S MUSEUM | |
No person in sight. Instead, we see a magnificent display of | |
ancient artifacts. Glass cases hold the velvet-couched pieces | |
at random spots on the shining marble floor. We hear an odd | |
sound. Near the floor on the rear wall of the museum, a steel | |
ventilation grate moves. A hand slides it gently across the | |
marble. Indy sticks his head out and looks around. | |
INT. HOK'S PALACE - TEA ROOM | |
The three Germans are being served tea and exotic delicacies. | |
A pleased Tengtu Hok watches from a throne-cushion. When the | |
tray of tiny delicacies is presented to him, he takes a | |
massive handful, crushing them together on their way to his | |
smiling mouth. | |
INT. HOK'S MUSEUM | |
A huge golden gong, seven feet in diameter, is suspended | |
from the ceiling by a hook. An enormous hammer hangs poised | |
above it, from which emanate myriad tiny threads which run | |
up and across the ceiling, then down to the various display | |
cases. Indy looks up at the gong, then continues his quick, | |
quiet foray among the cases. Beyond him, a high window. | |
INT. HOK'S PALACE - TEA ROOM | |
Hok and his visitors stand to go. The German's pleased | |
expressions make it clear they're finally on their way to | |
the museum. | |
INT. HOK'S MUSEUM | |
Indy arrives at his destination. The lovely, carved gold | |
section of the headpiece is nested on purple velvet in a | |
glass case. At the bottom of the piece is a round hollow | |
where the staff would fit. There is a grunting sound behind | |
Indy and he spins, already reaching for his revolver. | |
A fierce Japanese Samurai is running at Indy full speed down | |
an aisle of display cases. His sword is raised over his | |
shoulder ready to cut Indy in half. He's six feet away when | |
Indy's gun levels and fires twice, blasting him backwards. | |
Indy is still looking over his gun when another samurai sword | |
comes down from the side and knocks the pistol brutally out | |
of Indy's grip; his hand avoids amputation by a quarter of | |
an inch. | |
An amazed Indy backs away from the crossing aisle as the | |
Second Samurai steps in to face him, sword raised. Indy backs | |
away into an open space and his bullwhip appears in his hand. | |
He gives it one savage CRACK! to announce its arrival and | |
the Samurai slows down, eyeing it curiously. The Samurai | |
does not look unhappy about this confrontation. How pure it | |
is - The Sword versus The Whip. | |
EXT. HOK'S PALACE - SECOND FLOOR WALKWAY - DAY | |
Tengtu Hok and the Germans have obviously heard something. | |
They are hurrying along the walkway at the side of the | |
building, Hok in the lead. Up ahead is the foot bridge which | |
crosses from the palace to the museum entrance over a moat. | |
EXT. STREET IN FRONT OF THE PALACE - DAY | |
The Lovely Mercedes limousine blows up. | |
EXT. HOK'S PALACE - SECOND FLOOR WALKWAY - DAY | |
The Germans spin toward the blast. Drawing weapons, they run | |
back to investigate. Hok follows them, confused. | |
INT. HOK'S MUSEUM | |
Indy and the Samurai face each other. They're both breathing | |
hard from previous, no-contact passes at each other. Now | |
Indy begins swinging the whip over his head again. It whizzes | |
out toward the Samurai's face. The Samurai takes two lightning- | |
quick cuts at the leather, but misses. Indy swings for the | |
Samurai's feet; the Japanese jumps nimbly, slashing at the | |
whip. Indy does it again. The Samurai hops it. Once more. | |
The Samurai is concentrating on hopping it. | |
Indy sees it. The split second he wants. The whip flashes up | |
from the floor and wraps solidly and irrevocably around the | |
Samurai's neck. Indy gives it a murderous pull and the Samurai | |
is dead on his feet. | |
EXT. HOK'S PALACE - SECOND FLOOR WALKWAY - DAY | |
Hok and the three Germans are looking down at the flaming | |
remains of the Mercedes. A look of concern crosses Hok's | |
face. He turns and runs back toward his beloved museum. | |
INT. HOK'S MUSEUM | |
Indy is at the case containing the headpiece. He smashes the | |
glass with a samurai sword, reaches in and grabs the piece. | |
Immediately, behind him, the huge hammer falls and the sound | |
of the gong thunders through the museum. | |
EXT. HOK'S PALACE - SECOND FLOOR WALKWAY - DAY | |
At the sound of the gong, the running Hok skids to a halt | |
with a crazed expression on his face. He disappears for two | |
seconds in an alcove and emerges holding a big, black Thompson | |
Submachine Gun. He runs across the foot bridge and is just | |
barely over it when it blows up. Hok, safe, looks behind him | |
in amazement and then turns to the museum. | |
INT. HOK'S MUSEUM | |
The double doors at the entrance slam open to reveal Hok. | |
Indy is halfway along an unprotected wall back to his | |
ventilation entry route. Hok opens up on him, cutting off | |
his retreat. Indy jumps behind a marble column, which is | |
promptly blasted with machine gun fire. | |
Indy looks above him, sees the giant disk of the gong. | |
Reaching up, pushing with tremendous effort, he maneuvers it | |
off the hook. It bounces down to the floor on its side, | |
chipping the marble with its monstrous weight. Indy steadies | |
it and then puts his whole body into rolling it across the | |
room toward the window. As it starts to roll, Indy slips | |
behind it and runs across the room with it. | |
Hok can see the rolling gong. He opens up on it. The vicious | |
cacophony of machine gun fire is joined by the musical reports | |
of bullets hitting the gong and ricocheting away. Very, very | |
noisy. | |
Behind the gong, Indy gauges his move. As the gong is about | |
to be stopped by a marble bench, Indy talks a long stride | |
onto the bench and dives through the glass of the high window. | |
Hok's bullets hit the wall. | |
EXT. ROOF - DAY | |
Indy lands in a shower of glass on the jutting roof of the | |
museum's first floor. He rolls to a crouch and is immediately | |
being fired upon. The Germans, cut off from the museum, are | |
standing on the palace walkway firing at him. Indy takes off | |
fast for the rear of the museum. | |
EXT. ALLEY BEHIND MUSEUM - DAY | |
Kehoe, craning to locate Indy, has the Ford rolling slowly | |
along the back of the museum. Bang scouts from the back seat. | |
Indy appears on the roof at a run, gauges the movement of | |
the car and jumps from the roof of the museum to the roof of | |
the sedan. Unfortunately, the roof of the old car can't take | |
it and Indy's legs knife right on through to the interior, | |
where he scares the hell out of Kehoe. | |
INT. KEHOE'S CAR - DAY | |
Indy squirms his way down into the front seat. | |
KEHOE | |
Jesus! Are you all right! | |
INDY | |
(he's felt better) | |
Great. Got it. | |
Kehoe guns it, throwing Indy back against the cushions. | |
KEHOE | |
What now? | |
INDY | |
I've got to get to Nepal. | |
WIPE TO: | |
EXT. DC-3 IN THE AIR - DUSK | |
The plane flies west into the sunset. | |
INT. DC-3 - NIGHT | |
Under a meager seat light, Indy is pouring over a journal | |
article by Abner Ravenwood and related map of Nepal. | |
A few rows back, across the aisle, a trenchcoated European | |
Spy eyes Indy. | |
WIPE TO: | |
INT. "THE RAVEN" SALOON - PATAN, NEPAL - NIGHT | |
A huge stuffed raven, wings spread wide, is mounted behind | |
the long bar in the noisy, crowded saloon. A lively mix of | |
patrons is represented in the late hour tableau: Nepalese | |
natives, fierce Sherpa mountain guides, sleazy international | |
smugglers and fugitives, and, of course, mountain climbers | |
from every corner of the earth. A tall Nepalese, MAHDLO, is | |
the bartender. | |
In a corner near the fireplace trouble breaks out suddenly | |
between the groups at two neighboring tables. Ferocious | |
representatives from each table - one a wild-looking SHERPA, | |
the other a muscular Australian CLIMBER - jump up to face | |
each other. As the two contenders stand poised for action, | |
their respective supporters shift in their places, fondling | |
lethal ice axes and clubs. | |
SHERPA | |
Gmoiska! Shurga rintoik! | |
CLIMBER | |
Aye! That'll be your last word. | |
The bar has quieted ominously and so we hear with startling | |
clarity when - a door behind the bar slams open with a huge | |
BANG! and some Presence, too small to be seen as it moves | |
through the forest of towering patrons, makes a beeline for | |
the troubled corner of the bar. A path clears for it. | |
The Sherpa and the Climber are about to kill each other when | |
the Presence arrives directly between them: she is MARION | |
RAVENWOOD, twenty-five years old, beautiful, if a bit hard- | |
looking. At this moment, however, that look does not hurt. | |
She is not intimidated by the combatants; she jabs accusatory | |
fingers into their chests. She is angry as hell. The patrons | |
shrink under her gaze. | |
MARION | |
That does it! I've been patient with | |
you no-goods long enough. I'm not | |
open at 2 o'clock for myself, you | |
know. It's all for you. And how do | |
you repay me: Trouble and noise and | |
blood on my floor! I won't have it. | |
Everybody out! Out! Out! We're closed. | |
Closed! Do your killing outside! And | |
don't leave any bodies on the porch! | |
The place clears quickly. Stragglers and grumblers are given | |
special attention by Marion and Mahdlo, who has come from | |
behind the bar carrying a big axe handle. Mahdlo herds the | |
crows out the front door as Marion turns and walks behind | |
the bar. | |
A scowl on her lovely face, she has just begun clearing the | |
bar of glasses when she notices one remaining Patron huddled | |
over a glass at the far end of the bar. Grimacing in | |
exasperation, she heads that way like a locomotive. | |
MARION | |
Hey you, deaf one! I said out of my | |
place. I don't mean next Easter, I | |
mean now - | |
She is almost on him when Indy looks up smiling. Marion stops, | |
stares, shocked. | |
INDY | |
Hello, Marion. | |
She hits him with a solid right to the jaw, knocking him off | |
the barstool on the floor. He rubs his jaw and smiles up at | |
her. | |
INDY | |
Nice to see you, too. | |
MARION | |
Get up and get out. | |
INDY | |
(getting up) | |
Take it easy. I'm looking for your | |
father. | |
MARION | |
(bitterly) | |
Well you're two years too late. | |
Indy's attitude changes instantly. This is sad news. He is | |
silent for a long time. Mahdlo comes in the front door and | |
hurries forward when he sees Indy with Marion. He looks to | |
her for guidance, but she stays him with a gesture. | |
MARION | |
Go home, Mahdlo. I'll see you | |
tomorrow. | |
Mahdlo is hesitant, but lays the axe handle on the bar and | |
goes out. Indy has been barely aware of him. Now he settles | |
again on the barstool. Marion has a vindictive look. She'll | |
let him stay, but she wants to inflict as much pain as | |
possible. | |
INDY | |
What happened? | |
MARION | |
Avalanche. Up there. He was digging. | |
What else? He spent his whole life | |
digging. Dragging me all over this | |
rotten earth. For what? | |
INDY | |
Do you find him? | |
MARION | |
Hell no. He's buried where he was | |
working. Probably preserved real | |
good, too. In the snow. | |
Suddenly the hardness cracks. She is on the verge of tears | |
and does not want him to see them. She turns away and takes | |
a whiskey bottle from the shelf, then turns back to pout | |
herself a drink. | |
INDY | |
Not a bad way to go. Doing what he | |
loved. | |
MARION | |
(vitriolic) | |
Don't give me that stuff! What do | |
you know? | |
(she takes a drinks) | |
I'm the one that was left in a bad | |
way. He didn't have a penny. Guess | |
how I lived, Mister Jones. I worked | |
here. And I wasn't the bartender. | |
(another swallow) | |
Finally the guy that owned the joint | |
went crazy. Snow crazy. They took | |
his away screaming. As they dragged | |
him out, he said the place was all | |
mine for life. | |
She looks around the saloon. | |
MARION | |
Can you imagine a more evil curse? | |
(pause) | |
So far, it's working. | |
INDY | |
Why not leave? Go back to the States. | |
MARION | |
I'll go back. I'll get there. Not | |
that there's a soul there who knows | |
my name or cares. But I'll go. And | |
when I do, they'll know me. 'Cause | |
I'm going to go back in style. With | |
money. A goddamn lady! | |
INDY | |
Where you gonna get it? | |
MARION | |
If I knew that, you think I'd still | |
be running this dive? | |
Indy looks at her, thinking. Under his gaze, she blushes, | |
for reasons only she understands. She looks into her glass | |
and, for a moment, she softens. | |
MARION | |
I'll tell you something Indy. I've | |
learned to hate you in the last ten | |
years. But somehow, no matter how | |
much I hated you, I always knew that | |
someday you'd come through that door. | |
I never doubted that. Something made | |
is inevitable. | |
(hopefully) | |
Why are you here... now... tonight? | |
Indy takes a long time to answer. | |
INDY | |
I need one of the pieces your father | |
collected. | |
Marion's eyes go icy. She swings at him again with her right, | |
but this time he catches her at the wrist. Then he stops her | |
left, which she has brought up to slap him. | |
MARION | |
You son-of-a-bitch! You know what | |
you did to me, to my life? This is | |
your handiwork. | |
INDY | |
I never meant to hurt you. | |
MARION | |
I was a child! | |
INDY | |
You knew what you were doing. | |
MARION | |
I was in love. | |
INDY | |
I guess that depends on your | |
definition. | |
MARION | |
It was wrong. You knew it. | |
Indy releases her arms. | |
INDY | |
Look, I did what I did. I don't expect | |
you to be happy about it. But maybe | |
we can do each other some good. | |
MARION | |
Why start now? | |
INDY | |
Shut up and listen for a second. I | |
want that piece your father had. | |
I've got money. | |
This stops her. | |
MARION | |
How much? | |
INDY | |
Enough to get you back to the States. | |
Where are his things? | |
MARION | |
Gone. I sold it all. It was all junk. | |
The junk he wasted his life on. | |
INDY | |
Everything? | |
Marion nods. | |
INDY | |
(giving up) | |
That's too bad. | |
Indy feels tired, defeated. Marion is pleased. | |
MARION | |
You look disappointed. I like that. | |
How's it feel? | |
Indy has to smile at her glee. | |
MARION | |
(nods at his empty | |
glass) | |
What are you drinking? | |
INDY | |
Seltzer. | |
MARION | |
(refilling his glass) | |
Real man's drink. Me, I like scotch. | |
And I like bourbon. And vodka and | |
gin. I'm not much for brandy. I'm | |
off that. | |
She pours herself another as Indy watches, amused. | |
INDY | |
You're a tough broad now, aren't | |
you? | |
MARION | |
It's no act, pal. This ain't | |
Schenectady. | |
INDY | |
I can only say I'm sorry so many | |
times. | |
Marion looks at him thoughtfully, takes a drink. | |
MARION | |
You really have money? You don't | |
look rich. | |
(Indy nods) | |
I may be able to locate some of his | |
things. I know who's got them. What | |
do you want? | |
INDY | |
A bronze piece, about this size. In | |
the shape of the sun. Probably broken | |
off at the bottom. Has a little hole | |
in it, off-center. Does that sound | |
familiar? | |
Marion thinks, nods slowly. | |
INDY | |
Do you know where it is? | |
MARION | |
Maybe. How much? | |
INDY | |
Three thousand. American. | |
MARION | |
(negative) | |
That'll get me back, but not in style. | |
This doodad must be pretty important. | |
INDY | |
Maybe. | |
A huge smile lights up Marion's face. | |
MARION | |
I knew it would happen eventually. I | |
knew it. Something had to go my way. | |
(pours herself another | |
drink) | |
I've got to think this out. I'm used | |
to bargaining with yaks. | |
INDY | |
Okay, five thousand. That's all I | |
can give you now. I can get you more | |
when you land in the States. | |
MARION | |
You word, huh? | |
(Indy nods) | |
Just like you said you'd be back | |
last time? That was your word too. | |
INDY | |
I'm back, aren't I? | |
Marion sneers and they smile together. | |
INDY | |
You can trust me. | |
MARION | |
Come back tomorrow. | |
INDY | |
Why? | |
MARION | |
Because I said so, that's why. It's | |
about time I called the shots in | |
this relationship. | |
Indy nods, gets up to go. | |
MARION | |
Wait a minute. Leave the five thousand | |
here. | |
(Indy hesitates) | |
You want trust, give some. I want to | |
smell your money. | |
Indy thinks about this a moment, then reaches inside his | |
shirt and pulls cash from a money belt. He lays five grand | |
on the bar. | |
INDY | |
I trust you. | |
MARION | |
You're an idiot. | |
INDY | |
I've heard that. | |
Indy starts for the door. Marion takes another think. She is | |
getting high. | |
MARION | |
Hold it. Come here. | |
INDY | |
(moving back) | |
Bossy, aren't you? | |
MARION | |
That's right. Give me a kiss. | |
Indy looks into her eyes, then leans over the bar and kisses | |
her deeply. When the kiss ends, their faces are very close. | |
Marion is flushed. She liked it and would like more. She | |
raises her glass between them to discipline herself. | |
MARION | |
Get out of my place. | |
Indy smiles and walks to the front door. Then, without looking | |
back - | |
INDY | |
Tomorrow. | |
He's gone. Marion stares after him, thinking. She takes a | |
drink. Then slowly, her hand comes up to loosen the scarf | |
that is draped around her throat. It falls away, revealing | |
her graceful neck above the dipping top of her blouse. Hanging | |
there on a gold chain against her white skin is a sun-shaped | |
golden medallion. The bottom looks broken off. Marion lifts | |
the medallion so she can see it in her hand, then looks | |
thoughtfully after Indy. | |
EXT. STREETS OUTSIDE "THE RAVEN" - NIGHT | |
Indy sits thinking at the wheel of an old car. Finally, he | |
puts the car in gear and drives away. | |
Across the street, the shadow in a doorway comes to life. A | |
dark form steps out to look at Indy's departing car; it is | |
the European Spy from the DC-3. He hurries off in the opposite | |
direction. | |
DISSOLVE TO: | |
INT. "THE RAVEN" - NIGHT | |
Marion stands before the fire that is shrinking in the | |
fireplace. She jabs at it abstractedly with a poker, thinking. | |
Suddenly tears well up in her eyes. She lets the poker slip | |
from her hand, wipes away the tears. She walks across the | |
room to the end of the bar, still cluttered with bottles and | |
glasses, and stops at the pile of American money Indy has | |
left. She takes the chain from around her neck and lets the | |
medallion slide off it into her hand. She places it on the | |
bar next to the pile of money, thinking. Then, having reached | |
some decision, she picks up the pile of bills, walks up the | |
back of the bar and pulls a small wooden box from under the | |
bar. She flips open the top, puts the cash inside and closes | |
the top. She leaves the box on the bar and starts back toward | |
the medallion. The front door of the saloon bursts open and | |
Four Bad Men come in. Marion, halfway between the valuable | |
possessions and not wishing to draw attention to either, | |
stops where she is. | |
The Four Bad Men who advance on her are: | |
1.) the obvious leader, a short, vile, sadistic German in | |
spectacles by the name of BELZIG. | |
2.) a trenchcoated SECOND NAZI. | |
3.) a ratty-looking NEPALESE and | |
4.) a mean MONGOLIAN. The second NAZI and the MONGOLIAN both | |
carry submachine guns. | |
BELZIG | |
Good evening, Fraulein. | |
MARION | |
The bar's closed. | |
BELZIG | |
We are not thirsty. | |
The Mongolian and the Nepalese poke around, checking to make | |
sure there's no one else there. | |
Down at the end of the bar, the medallion lies partially | |
hidden by surrounding glasses and bottles. The Second Nazi | |
stops very near it, but turns his back to it to face Belzig | |
and Marion. | |
MARION | |
What do you want? | |
BELZIG | |
The same thing your friend Dr. Jones | |
wanted. Surely he told you there | |
would be other interested parties. | |
Marion shakes her head. | |
BELZIG | |
Ah, the man is nefarious. I hope for | |
your sake he has not yet acquired | |
it. | |
MARION | |
Why, are you willing to offer more? | |
BELZIG | |
Almost certainly. Do you still have | |
it? | |
MARION | |
No. But I know where it is. | |
Belzig's smile fades at this news. He's not a patient sort. | |
Marion is chilled by the look. She turns and moves to the | |
shelf of bottles behind her, reaching high for one, very | |
near the large stuffed raven. He hand lingers there a moment | |
and we see - | |
From an angle behind the stuffed raven, that the left wing | |
spread hides a Baretta automatic pistol. Marion's hand is | |
very near it, but withdraws with only a whiskey bottle as | |
the Mongolian walks toward her behind the bar. | |
Marion opens the bottle before Belzig, who watches her | |
intently. | |
MARION | |
How 'bout a drink for you and your | |
men? | |
The Second Nazi lights up at this suggestion. Belzig gives | |
him a withering look. | |
BELZIG | |
We will stick to the business at | |
hand, Fraulein. | |
MARION | |
(tough) | |
Fine. Why don't you come back tomorrow | |
when Jones is here and we'll have an | |
auction? | |
Belzig gives her a cold look then turns and walks over toward | |
the fireplace. As soon as his back is turned, the Second | |
Nazi grabs the nearest whiskey bottle and takes a quick pull. | |
In so doing, he leaves the medallion completely exposed. | |
Marion is aware of this as she looks at him. But he quickly | |
puts the bottle down again, obscuring the medallion, when | |
Belzig speaks from the fireplace. | |
BELZIG | |
I'm afraid an auction is not possible. | |
(pause) | |
Your fire is dying here, Fraulein. | |
(a beat, then | |
threatening) | |
Why don't you tell us where the piece | |
is right now? | |
MARION | |
Listen, Herr Mac, I don't know who | |
you're used to dealing with, but no | |
one tells me what to do in my place. | |
Belzig, still looking in the fire, sneers and shakes his | |
head. | |
BELZIG | |
Americans! You're all alike. Fraulein | |
Ravenwood. I'll show you want I'm | |
used to. | |
He motions with his hand. The Mongolian moves up behind Marion | |
and lifts her roughly over the top of the bar, knocking over | |
bottles and spilling liquor. He deposits her on the other | |
side, where the Nepalese and the Second Nazi flank her and | |
hold her cruelly, arms behind her back. Marion raises a | |
ruckus. | |
Belzig turns from the fireplace. In his hand is the poker, | |
its end glowing orange. He advances on Marion. Marion stops | |
yelling, her eyes widen in terror. | |
MARION | |
Wait! I can be reasonable - | |
BELZIG | |
That time is passed. | |
The glowing poker point moves inexorably across the room | |
toward Marion's face. | |
MARION | |
You don't need that. I'll tell you | |
everything! | |
BELZIG | |
Yes, I know you will. | |
Belzig has no intention of stopping now. The glowing tip is | |
approaching Marion's face. The Nepalese watches with savage | |
glee. | |
The tip of the poker is five inches from Marion's nose when | |
there is a loud CRACK! and the fall of Indy's bullwhip wraps | |
around the middle of the poker and tears it out of Belzig's | |
hands. The poker sails high across the room, free of the | |
whip, and lands in the heavy curtains that cover one window. | |
The curtains immediately burst into flame. | |
The four Bad Men look in surprise toward the front entrance. | |
Indy is poised there, the whip in his right hand, a .45 | |
automatic raised toward them in his left. | |
INDY | |
Hello. | |
Now everything begins to happen very fast - | |
The Mongolian had just come around the bar at the end opposite | |
the medallion. He dives back to crouch behind the end of the | |
bar, raising his submachine gun. | |
Belzig and the Second German dive behind tables near the | |
bar. The Nepalese is slower to leave Marion, he draws a Luger. | |
Indy's .45 barks and the Nepalese dies spinning against the | |
bar. Indy fires in the direction of the Mongolian. | |
Marion swings up over the top of her bar. Belzig fires at | |
her, but his bullets smash bottles behind the bar and thud | |
into the raven. | |
Marion flattens out on the floor behind the bar as bullets | |
hit above her. She reaches up, snatches the axe handle from | |
where Mahdlo left it, and begins crawling down the length of | |
the bar toward - | |
The Mongolian, who sticks his submachine gun out and fires | |
blindly in Indy's direction. | |
Indy is in a crouch behind a table, trying to get a shot at | |
someone. He doesn't notice in the din and confusion when the | |
door bursts open. An incredible, fearsome GIANT SHERPA, almost | |
seven feet tall, soars in and tackles Indy from behind. The | |
whip flies from Indy's hand as he and the Giant Sherpa roll | |
across the floor, upsetting furniture. | |
The Mongolian, seeing this, stands up confidently. Marion | |
rises behind him and bashes him over the head with the axe | |
handle. He goes down and out. | |
Fire has completely engulfed the curtains and is working | |
across the ceiling on decorative yak skin bunting. A burning | |
fragment drops to the top of the bar, which immediately lights | |
up, fueled by the spilled alcohol. Full whiskey bottles | |
explode like Molotov cocktails. | |
Rolling on the floor, Indy and the Giant Sherpa are fighting | |
for control of Indy's .45. Belzig sees this and shouts to | |
the Second Nazi, who is rising from cover with submachine | |
gun in hand. | |
BELZIG | |
Shoot them both! | |
SECOND NAZI | |
He's our man! | |
BELZIG | |
Do as I say! | |
Both the Giant Sherpa and Indy hear this. The Giant Sherpa | |
exchanges an alarmed look with Indy and together they swing | |
the .45 around toward the surprised Second Nazi. Two blasts | |
blow him away. | |
That done, Indy brings a brass spittoon down on the Giant | |
Sherpa's wrist and the .45 slides away. Indy jumps up and | |
kicks the Giant Sherpa, who barely seems to feel it. He grabs | |
Indy and flips him effortlessly onto a table. | |
Belzig now has a clear shot at Indy. He raises his luger. | |
Marion, at the end of the bar, finally gets the hand of the | |
Mongolian's submachine gun. It roars to life in the general | |
direction of the ceiling. | |
Belzig runs for cover as Marion gets control of the gun and | |
levels it. Belzig dives around the end of the bar opposite | |
Marion. When he has set himself, he peeks up over the edge | |
of the scorched bar. The alcohol fire has moved down the bar | |
and now, much to Belzig's surprise, he finds himself staring | |
at the fire-blackened sun-shaped medallion! | |
His eyes widen. He cannot believe his good fortune. Without | |
hesitation he picks up the metal medallion, palming it. | |
Immediately there is a sickening searing sound and Belzig's | |
expression changes from joy to agony. He screams in pain and | |
tries to shake the red-hot medallion from his skin. Marion | |
opens up and the bar starts to splinter in front of Belzig. | |
The medallion comes free of Belzig's hand and rolls across | |
the floor. | |
Belzig has had enough. In excruciating pain, he turns, sees | |
a window, runs and dives through the glass. | |
An exhausted Indy uses his whole body to upend the Giant | |
Sherpa, who lands hard on his back. They are surrounded by | |
flames. | |
EXT. "THE RAVEN" - SNOW BANK - NIGHT | |
Belzig has his burned hand stuck deep in the snow. Now he | |
withdraws it, steaming, and scurries off into the night like | |
a wounded animal. | |
INT. "THE RAVEN" - NIGHT | |
Marion throws down the empty submachine gun and moves through | |
the flames to the center of the bar where she left the box | |
with the five grand. She finds the remains of the box and | |
its contents: a shapeless pile of ash and charred wood. | |
MARION | |
Unbelievable! | |
At the end of the bar, the Mongolian has come back to life. | |
He shakes out his head, then reaches inside his coat and | |
pulls out a Mauser pistol. | |
Indy smashes a chair over the head of the Giant Sherpa and | |
the huge creature goes down. | |
The Mongolian points his Mauser through the smoke and flame | |
at Indy. Suddenly, the Mongolian is shot dead. | |
Marion stands beneath her stuffed raven with the Baretta. | |
Indy moves quickly through the flames, his eyes scanning the | |
floor. He picks up his bullwhip and his crumpled felt hat. | |
He peers through the smoke till he spots Marion moving among | |
the burning furniture. | |
INDY | |
Let's get out of here! | |
MARION | |
Not without that piece you want! | |
INDY | |
It's here? | |
Marion nods, kicks aside a burning chair. Another burning | |
beam falls from the roof. Indy pulls Marion close to him | |
protectively. | |
INDY | |
Forget it! I want you out of here. | |
Now! | |
He begins dragging her out. | |
MARION | |
(pointing) | |
There! | |
She breaks away from him, darts back and picks the hot | |
medallion up in the loose cloth of her blouse. | |
INDY | |
Let's go! | |
MARION | |
(looking around) | |
You burned down my place! | |
INDY | |
(figuratively) | |
I owe you plenty! | |
MARION | |
(literally) | |
You owe me plenty! | |
INDY | |
(smiles) | |
You're something! | |
MARION | |
I am something. And I'll tell you | |
exactly what - | |
She holds up the medallion possessively. | |
MARION | |
I'm your partner! | |
EXT. CAIRO - VARIOUS SHOTS - DAY | |
First we see the sprawl, the soaring minarets, the ancient | |
skyline. Then we're closer, in the narrow, exotic streets, | |
teeming with life: fierce-looking men in tattered galabiyas, | |
black-gowned women with veiled faces, ragged, barefoot | |
children. | |
INT. DINING ROOM - SALLAH'S HOUSE (OLD CAIRO) | |
Indy and Marion have been welcomed like family into the | |
crowded home of SALLAH, his wife FAYAH, and their NINE | |
CHILDREN (ages 4 - 18). Fayah, a huge, imposing woman, | |
appears, at first glance, to be the power in the house. | |
Sallah, a small, cheerful, energetic fellow in his forties | |
defers to his wife in all matters of little importance. | |
Suddenly the general liveliness at the children's table | |
escalates into pandemonium, attracting the attention of the | |
adults. | |
FAYAH | |
Silence! | |
(there is silence) | |
Why do you forget yourselves? | |
The gaggle of grinning off-spring parts to reveal in their | |
midst - a MONKEY. It is munching some flat Arab bread. | |
FAYAH | |
What is this? Who brought this animal | |
in? | |
All the children chatter their innocence at once. The Monkey | |
chatters too; it's an entertainer. The Monkey jumps from the | |
children's table to the adults' and struts slowly up toward | |
Marion, who thinks it's the cutest thing she ever saw. When | |
it reaches her, it takes off its turban and does a deep, | |
grand bow to her. She is delighted and takes the Monkey into | |
her arms. The Monkey kisses her cheek. The children laugh. | |
MARION | |
Why, thank you. I like you too. | |
FAYAH | |
Then it shall be welcome in our house. | |
MARION | |
Oh, no! You don't have to have it | |
around if you don't want it - | |
SALLAH | |
(cheerfully) | |
All of Allah's creatures are welcome | |
here. You please us by letting us | |
please you. | |
EXT. COURTYARD - SALLAH'S HOUSE - NIGHT | |
Indy and Sallah sit in the small, protected courtyard. Sallah | |
holds the two sections of the headpiece, the medallion and | |
the base, and has for the first time fitted them together. | |
They fit perfectly and complete the headpiece. He peruses | |
the markings on the headpiece quizzically. Indy is cleaning | |
and loading a .45 automatic. | |
INDY | |
I knew the Germans would hire you, | |
Sallah. They couldn't have an | |
excavation in the desert without the | |
best digger in Egypt. | |
SALLAH | |
All Arabs look alike to them, Indy. | |
INDY | |
Tell me about the map room at Tanis. | |
SALLAH | |
We found it three days ago. I broke | |
through myself. | |
INDY | |
Those Nazis are moving awfully fast. | |
SALLAH | |
The Frenchman is helping them. | |
Indy reacts. | |
INDY | |
Belloq. So he got away from the | |
Indians. This is going to be more | |
interesting that I thought. | |
SALLAH | |
I'm afraid this has put the Germans | |
close to finding the Well of the | |
Souls. | |
INDY | |
(indicates the | |
headpiece) | |
Even Belloq won't be able to find it | |
without that. Can you make anything | |
of those markings? They're nothing | |
I'm familiar with. | |
SALLAH | |
(shakes his head "no") | |
But I know someone who might. You | |
can go to see him tomorrow. | |
(a worried expression) | |
Indy... something bothers me. | |
INDY | |
What is it, my friend? | |
Sallah finds it hard to say. When he finally speaks, his | |
words are accompanied by a strange, eerie, foreboding rush | |
of wind through the courtyard. Just a coincidence we might | |
suppose. | |
SALLAH | |
It is the Ark. If it is there, at | |
Tanis... It is not something man was | |
meant to disturb... Death has always | |
surrounded it. It is not of this | |
earth. | |
The wind dies down. Indy shakes off a chill and stares | |
thoughtfully at his friend. | |
EXT. HEAVILY TRAFFICKED CAIRO STREET - DAY | |
Indy and Marion are briskly walking along one of Cairo's | |
busy bazaar streets. Vendors with fine cloth, pottery, | |
baskets, jewelry, etc line the street. Marion has the Monkey | |
from Sallah's house on her shoulder. | |
INDY | |
Do you really need that monkey? | |
MARION | |
I'm surprised at you, Indy. Talking | |
that way about our baby. He's got | |
your looks, too. | |
INDY | |
And your brains. | |
As Indy and Marion turn a corner, the Monkey seems to notice | |
something and immediately jumps from Marion's shoulder and | |
hurries off at a frantic pace down the street. | |
MARION | |
(looking disappointed) | |
Hey! Hey!... where're you going? | |
INDY | |
(dragging Marion on) | |
He'll be OK. Come on. Come on. | |
EXT. ANOTHER CAIRO STREET - DAY | |
The Monkey is seen running around another corner and jumps | |
into the waiting arms of MONKEY MAN, who appears to be like | |
a beggar with a dirty turban and an eye patch. Monkey Man | |
immediately hurries down the street and passes into a | |
building. In the building are two GERMAN AGENTS. Monkey Man | |
and the Monkey both give the Heil Hitler salute and engage | |
in quick talk. | |
Monkey Man quickly leaves the two German Agents and gets | |
back to the street. He is obviously shadowing Indy and Marion. | |
Indy and Marion are just now passing by the Monkey Man ducks | |
back behind some baskets. | |
EXT. ANOTHER BUSY CAIRO STREET - DAY | |
Indy and Marion are passing under a balcony where a lone | |
GERMAN AGENT stands watch. After they pass, the Agent nods | |
to some BAD ARABS who are hiding in the shadows of the street. | |
In a moment, Indy and Marion pass by the break. Monkey Man | |
turns and looks up at a roof further down the alley. He waves | |
with his hand. Someone up there waves back. | |
EXT. A SMALL BAZAAR - DAY | |
Indy and Marion have reached a tiny square, made even more | |
cramped by its use as a small bazaar. They have started | |
working their way through the crowd when several Bad Arabs | |
and a German Agent begin to converge on them. Indy immediately | |
sees what's happening and pulls the bull whip from his jacket. | |
The first Bad Arab to reach them gets hit in the mouth by | |
the handle of the whip. Now all hell breaks loose, with Bad | |
Arabs, Innocent Shoppers, baskets of fruit and tables of | |
goods flying every which way in the constricted space. | |
INDY | |
(to Marion) | |
Run! Get out of here! | |
Indy catches a dagger-wielding Bad Arab around the legs with | |
the whip and flips him. Marion is reluctant to leave Indy. | |
INDY | |
Go, dammit! Go! | |
Marion goes. She runs off between two buildings. A Bad Arab | |
takes off after her. Monkey Man, now standing at the edge of | |
the square, points at Marion. The Monkey jumps off his | |
shoulder and follows Marion. | |
EXT. BETWEEN THE BUILDINGS - DAY | |
Marion runs along the narrow space and soon encounters a | |
five foot wall. She flops over it. The Bad Arab is right on | |
her heels. He reaches the wall and vaults over. On the other | |
side of the wall, the Bad Arab lands in a crouch, looks ahead | |
and doesn't see Marion. Immediately a heavy earthen pot | |
smashes over his head, putting him out. Marion steps from an | |
alcove and starts to run toward the street at the other end | |
of the walkway. Suddenly another Bad Arab and a new German | |
Agent appear in the street at that end. Before they can spot | |
her, Marion retreats to the alcove again. There is a huge | |
rattan basket sitting there. Marion climbs in and closes the | |
top above her. | |
The only witness: The Monkey, who is now perched on the fire | |
foot wall. | |
EXT. THE SMALL BAZAAR - DAY | |
Chaos. An entire booth of pots and pans collapses on a Bad | |
Arab and a German Agent as Indy whips away a support. | |
EXT. BETWEEN THE BUILDINGS - DAY | |
The chattering Monkey leads a German Agent and two Bad Arabs | |
to Marion's hiding place, gesturing maniacally. | |
EXT. THE SMALL BAZAAR - DAY | |
Indy ducks under the swinging blade of a huge Arabian sword | |
and kicks the Bad Arab Swordsman in the groin. | |
EXT. SIDE STREET - DAY | |
The German Agent leads the way as the two Bad Arabs carry | |
the huge basket above their heads. The basket top has been | |
fastened closed, but Marion is making a fuss inside. At the | |
place where the street cuts across the far side of the bazaar, | |
Marion is able to wedge the top open one inch and screams - | |
MARION | |
Indy-y-y-y! | |
EXT. THE SMALL BAZAAR - DAY | |
Indy has heard her. He looks across the square as the basket | |
and its escorts disappear beyond a building. One last Bad | |
Arab rises before him. Indy's whip flashes and the Bad Arab's | |
robe falls down to his ankles. Indy frantically pushes his | |
way through the panicked mass of humanity in the direction | |
the basket has gone. | |
EXT. THE FOOT CHASE - INTERCUTTING INDY AND THE MOVING | |
BASKET - DAY | |
The Bad Guys move the basket as fast as they can through | |
streets, alleys and passageways thick with people. Indy always | |
seems to round a corner just in time to catch a glimpse of | |
the basket before it disappears around a new corner. Indy | |
must fight a flow of humanity as powerful as an ocean riptide. | |
Finally, at the head of one particularly crowded alley, Indy | |
leaps up onto a wall for a clearer view. Whatever he sees | |
gives him an idea and he cuts between two buildings rather | |
than following the basket. | |
EXT. DESERTED ALLEY - DAY | |
Two Bad Arabs come running down the Alley with the basket | |
between them. Suddenly, Indy's whip flashes out sending both | |
Arabs and the basket tumbling. Indy steps into view, his .45 | |
trained on the sprawled Arabs, and looks at the basket. The | |
top has come flying off and the contents have clattered onto | |
the cobblestone: inside is not Marion, but a load of | |
contraband pistols, rifles and ammo. Indy is advancing on | |
the trembling Bad Arabs with an ugly look when suddenly he | |
hears Marion scream around the corner. | |
EXT. DESERTED SQUARE - DAY | |
Indy rounds the corner and is immediately driven back by | |
machine gun fire. Taking cover, he gets quick, intermittent | |
glimpses of this scene: At the far corner of the large, | |
deserted square is a canvas-covered truck. Two Bad Arabs are | |
hurrying toward is with a large rattan basket between them, | |
Marion screaming inside. A German Agent is covering their | |
retreat with a machine gun from the cab of the truck. Indy | |
runs up to see the rattan basket being heaved into the back | |
of the truck. | |
EXT. BACK OF THE TRUCK - DAY | |
What Indy cannot see is that the basket lands among an ominous | |
load of German munitions, dynamite and firearms. The truck | |
immediately peels out. | |
EXT. DESERTED SQUARE - DAY | |
The German Agent has stopped firing in order to drive. He | |
floors it, aiming for a street at the corner of the square. | |
Indy uses the lull to take careful aim at the German Agent's | |
profile and fire off three careful shots. The German Agent | |
is hit, blasted dead against the steering wheel. The speeding | |
truck swerves, hits a wall, rolls over and explodes in an | |
enormous, multi-leveled eruption as its contents ignite. | |
Several surrounding buildings are leveled. | |
Indy, blown back across the square, looks on, astounded and | |
horror-stricken. | |
INDY | |
Marion. | |
INT. ARAB BAR - NIGHT | |
A dark, smoke-filled den on iniquity. The patrons, almost | |
all fearsome Arabs, sit in small shadowy groups around the | |
room. Indy stands at the bar finishing off a fifth of bourbon. | |
He is drunk. The ARAB BARTENDER places a new bottle of | |
expensive bourbon in front of him. Indy eyes is queerly. | |
ARAB BARTENDER | |
The gentleman in the corner sent it. | |
He would like you to join him. | |
INDY | |
(doesn't even look) | |
Too bad. I'm drinking alone. | |
The Arab Bartender does a take, looking at the three, tough | |
GERMAN HENCHMEN who have surrounded Indy from out of the | |
smoke, their hands stuffed in bulging trenchcoat pockets. | |
Indy notices them now with a bleary glance. He decides he's | |
in no shape to kill or be killed and moves with them across | |
the room, taking his bottle with him. The Arab patrons take | |
this in and mind their own business. | |
The occupant of the smoke-shrouded corner table becomes | |
visible only as Indy reaches there: it is Emile Belloq. He | |
is drinking wine. | |
INDY | |
Belloq. | |
BELLOQ | |
Good evening, Dr. Jones. | |
INDY | |
I ought to kill you right now. | |
BELLOQ | |
It was not I who brought the girl | |
into this dirty business. | |
Indy knows its true; that's what's tearing him up. | |
BELLOQ | |
Sit down, please, before you fall | |
down. We can behave as civilized | |
people. I'm afraid it will be your | |
last opportunity. | |
Indy sits, glancing at the German Henchmen, who settle nearby, | |
just out of earshot. | |
INDY | |
Not a very private place for a murder. | |
BELLOQ | |
(looking around) | |
These Arabs will not interfere in | |
the white man's business. They do | |
not care if we kill each other off. | |
(takes a sip of wine, | |
refers to it) | |
Terribly difficult finding a decent | |
vintage here. You were quite vigorous | |
in Shanghai. Unfortunately, our friend | |
the Wild Boar had taken the precaution | |
of making several copies of the piece. | |
Indy registers this as he takes a drink. Belloq watches him | |
with disdainful amusement. | |
BELLOQ | |
How odd that is should end this way | |
for us, after so many... stimulating | |
encounters. I almost regret it. Where | |
shall I find a new adversary so close | |
to my own level? | |
INDY | |
Try the local sewer. | |
BELLOQ | |
I know you despise me. We always | |
hate in others that which we most | |
fear in ourselves. And you and I are | |
very much alike. | |
INDY | |
Now you're getting nasty. | |
BELLOQ | |
We have always done the same kind of | |
work. Our methods have not differed | |
as much as you pretend. I am a shadowy | |
reflection of you. But it would have | |
taken only a nudge to make you the | |
same as me, to push you out of the | |
light. | |
There's a certain amount of truth to this; the recognition | |
of it flickers across Indy's bleary eyes. Belloq sees it | |
there. | |
BELLOQ | |
You know it to be true! How nice. | |
And how ironic the timing. | |
Belloq leans forward, eyes shining, voice suddenly different. | |
BELLOQ | |
Do you realize what the Ark is? | |
(very intense) | |
It's a transmitter. A radio for | |
talking to God! And now it is within | |
my grasp. | |
INDY | |
What about your boss, der Fuhrer? I | |
thought he was waiting to take | |
possession. | |
Belloq glances into the gloom at the German Henchmen. | |
BELLOQ | |
(quieter) | |
When the time is right. When I am | |
finished with it. | |
INDY | |
I hope your friends are patient. | |
Dangerous work, Belloq. | |
BELLOQ | |
Yes. Very. You may consider yourself | |
fortunate that your involvement | |
concludes here. | |
INDY | |
Tell me, did you get away with the | |
idol? | |
BELLOQ | |
(negative) | |
I was lucky to get away with my life. | |
The Hovitos proved quite narrow-minded | |
about the whole matter. | |
Indy takes a drink. | |
INDY | |
You know, if it's God you want to | |
talk to, maybe I can arrange it. | |
BELLOQ | |
(smiles) | |
You have not changed. But, please, | |
do not reach for your weapon until | |
you are ready to die. | |
The front door of the bar slams open and all nine of SALLAH'S | |
CHILDREN scamper in and over to a surprised Indy. Two of the | |
smallest hop into his lap. | |
LITTLE SON | |
Uncle Indy, we have been looking for | |
you. | |
LITTLE DAUGHTER | |
Come home now, Uncle. Hurry! | |
Suddenly the Arab patrons of the bar take an intense interest | |
in the situation, shifting their weapons. | |
INDY | |
Yes. Yes, I'll come now. | |
Indy stands up. The German Henchmen and poised. Belloq eyes | |
the Arab patrons and signals for the Henchmen to relax. | |
BELLOQ | |
Next time, Indiana Jones, it will | |
take more than children to save you. | |
The children usher Indy out. | |
INT. SALLAH'S TRUCK - IN FRONT OF ARAB BAR - NIGHT | |
Indy climbs into the cab of Sallah's truck with a smiling | |
Sallah as the children pile into the back. Sallah pulls out. | |
SALLAH | |
I thought we would find you there. | |
(indicating the kids) | |
Better than the United States Marines, | |
eh? | |
INDY | |
(nods) | |
Thanks you. | |
(grave) | |
Marion's dead. | |
SALLAH | |
Yes, I know. I am sorry. | |
(pause) | |
More reason than ever to beat the | |
bastards. | |
(he touches Indy) | |
Life goes on, Indy. | |
(indicates the kids | |
again) | |
There is the proof. | |
Indy looks back there, nods. | |
SALLAH | |
I have much to tell you, Indy. | |
INT. SALLAH'S HOUSE | |
Fayah brings in a tray of food and puts it on the table. The | |
bowl of dates is in one corner. As Fayah leaves the room, | |
the Monkey slips out of Sallah's lap and disappears under | |
the table. Indy leans over the food tray, his hand hovering | |
over the dates. But he chooses some cheese and bread instead. | |
INDY | |
And they made the calculation in the | |
map room? | |
SALLAH | |
(nods vigorously) | |
This morning. Belloq and the boss | |
German, Shliemann. When they came | |
out of the map room, we were given a | |
new spot in which to dig... out away | |
from the camp. | |
INDY | |
(resigned) | |
The Well of the Souls. | |
Sallah nods, moves to the food. He picks up a date, then | |
changes his mind and drops it, taking a bunch of grapes | |
instead. Indy picks up a chicken leg in one hand and a date | |
in the other, his mind distracted. Fayah enters the room | |
just in time to see Indy flip the date high into the air and | |
try to catch it in his mouth. It bounces off his chin and | |
falls to the floor. Indy looks sheepishly at Fayah. Fayah | |
picks up the fallen date and puts it in the dirty ash tray | |
she is now removing. Amir speaks in a slow, raspy voice | |
without looking up. | |
AMIR | |
Come. Look. | |
The two men go and huddle over the old man. The Monkey peeks | |
up over the edge of the table at the array of food. He picks | |
up a date and disappears below the table. Amir points to | |
some markings on the lower part of the headpiece. | |
AMIR | |
This is a warning... not to disturb | |
the Ark of the Covenant. | |
INDY | |
Just want I need. | |
The Monkey's paw comes up over the edge of the table and | |
grabs another date. | |
INDY | |
How 'bout the height of the staff? | |
Did Belloq get it off of there? | |
AMIR | |
Yes... it is here. | |
Indy, nervous, goes back to the food tray, picks up another | |
date. When he turns back to the men, the Monkey's paw grabs | |
another date. | |
We see the headpiece in closeup on the table. Amir's crooked | |
fingers trace a line of markings along the bottom section to | |
the break in the piece. | |
AMIR | |
It says it is... ten jamirs high... | |
SALLAH | |
About seventy-five inches. | |
AMIR | |
Wait! I am not finished... | |
Amir's finger moves across the break as the markings continue | |
on the sun medallion. | |
AMIR | |
(reading) | |
"And one jamir to honor the Hebrew | |
God whose Ark this is." | |
Indy, still holding the date, exchanges a long look with | |
Sallah. | |
INDY | |
You said their top section was blank. | |
Are you absolutely sure? | |
Sallah nods. | |
INDY | |
Belloq's staff is seven and a half | |
inches short. They're digging in the | |
wrong spot! | |
Sallah and Indy begin to laugh. Amir gives them a glance and | |
returns to his wine. Sallah leans over and kisses the old | |
man. | |
SALLAH | |
(to Amir) | |
A home run, my friend, grand slam! | |
(to Indy) | |
We have a saying - "A little luck is | |
better than much smartness." Indy, | |
pardner, you are very lucky fellow. | |
Indy hoots. Then he takes the data in his hand and flips it | |
high in the air. He opens his mouth to catch it, but it | |
doesn't come down. He has inadvertently thrown it into a | |
bowl of a hanging lamp. This makes the men laugh even harder. | |
Indy goes over and picks up another date. He turns laughing | |
to Sallah and doesn't see as the Monkey's paw comes up, | |
slowly, takes another date and begins to withdraw. Suddenly | |
the paw is stricken with palsy and the unseen Monkey goes | |
into its death throws. Sallah watches the paw as though | |
hypnotized. Finally the paw slips from sight and we hear a | |
solid THUMP! on the floor. Sallah walks around the table and | |
looks at the floor. The Monkey lies dead among a mess of | |
date pits. | |
Indy is in a happy world of his own. He throws his date high | |
in the air. He positions himself under it and waits for it | |
to drop in. Here it comes. Right on target. As it's about to | |
disappear into Indy's mouth, Sallah's hand flashes in and | |
grabs it. Indy looks mystified and disappointed. Sallah | |
motions toward the dead Monkey. | |
SALLAH | |
Bad dates. | |
EXT. DESERT ROAD - MORNING | |
Two old trucks come down a narrow mountain road and onto the | |
flat surface of the desert. | |
Further out into the desert, the one in the lead, Sallah's | |
truck, stops and the second one, Omar's truck, pulls up beside | |
it. There are half dozen Arab Diggers in Omar's truck. Indy, | |
dressed as an Arab, gets out of the cab of Sallah's truck | |
and moves over to confer with OMAR, another old friend. They | |
point off into the desert and reach some conclusion. Indy | |
gives him a pat on the back; Omar turns off the road and | |
drives into the desert with his workers. Indy hops back in | |
the cab of Sallah's truck with Sallah. As they move down the | |
road we see that the back of the truck holds three other | |
Arab Diggers. | |
EXT. RISE ABOVE THE TANIS DIGS - MORNING | |
Indy and Sallah are lying in classic shouting fashion at the | |
top of the rise looking down on the Tanis Digs. Down behind | |
them, Sallah's truck is parked with the three Arab Diggers. | |
INDY | |
My God! They aren't kidding! | |
WHAT HE SEES | |
The Tanis Digs are laid out below like a painting. Trucks, | |
bulldozers, Arab workers and German supervisors are | |
everywhere. The excavations themselves are extensive and | |
somewhat random-holes have been dug and then abandoned, | |
foundations and passageways unearthed and then deserted. | |
Beyond the main digs, a crude airstrip has been created. | |
Sallah points to what appears to be a mound of dirt with a | |
hole in it near the center of the activity. | |
SALLAH | |
There! That is the map room! | |
INDY | |
What time does the sun hit the map? | |
SALLAH | |
Just after eight. | |
INDY | |
We haven't got much time. Where are | |
the Germans digging for the Well of | |
the Souls? | |
Sallah points out into the desert a short way beyond the | |
main area of activity. The desert turns to sand dunes out | |
there, the surface undulating into the distance. Several | |
trucks and men are out there and a bulldozer is lumbering | |
noisily toward it. | |
INDY | |
Okay. Let's go. | |
EXT. THE TANIS DIGS - MORNING | |
Sallah's truck drives through the camp, one of the Arab | |
Diggers at the wheel. Indy and Sallah are in the back and | |
look just like the other two Arab Diggers. Sallah's truck | |
does behind a tent and when it appears on the other side, | |
Indy and Sallah are gone. | |
EXT. AMONG THE TENTS - MORNING | |
Indy and Sallah move stealthily among the tents. Indy carries | |
a smooth wooden staff almost seven feet tall. They stop | |
between two tents and look across a path at the entrance to | |
the map room. What appeared to be a mound of dirt is actually | |
the roof on the ancient building. The hole/entrance is a | |
five-foot square skylight. Indy looks around, then walks | |
casually to the edge of the hole and looks inside. Sallah | |
joins him, producing a length of rope from his robes. Indy | |
drops the staff into the unseen map room as Sallah ties the | |
rope around on oil drum. When it's secure, Indy wastes no | |
time disappearing down it into the map room. | |
INT. MAP ROOM | |
Indy is down the twenty feet to the floor of the room in | |
seconds. He tugs on the rope and it immediately gets pulled | |
up. Indy looks around with real wonder and excitement. The | |
room is lovely, with elaborate wall carvings and frescoes, | |
all lit by the bright stream of sunlight flooding in from | |
above. This beam of light leads Indy's eye to the far end, | |
and the room's truly remarkable feature: built into the floor | |
in meticulous relief is a miniature stone model of the ancient | |
city of Tanis. Already, the sunlight has worked its way down | |
the far wall and is edging onto the miniature of the city. | |
On the floor, to the skylight side of the miniature, is an | |
elaborate line created by embedded mosaic tiles. The evenly | |
spaced slots in the line, each accompanied by a symbol of a | |
time of year, are for the base of the staff. Indy pulls the | |
headpiece from his robes - it has been welded together - and | |
reaches for the staff. | |
EXT. ABOVE THE MAP ROOM - DAY | |
An extremely nervous Sallah has the gathered rope in his | |
hands and is trying to appear casual as he inches back toward | |
the oil drum. There is now a good bit of activity going on | |
up here. | |
JEEP GERMAN (O.S.) | |
Hey! You, the skinny one! | |
Sallah jumps about three feet. The JEEP GERMAN is standing | |
in an open space ten yards away looking at Sallah. | |
JEEP GERMAN | |
Yes, you. What are you doing there? | |
Sallah gestures his innocence. | |
JEEP GERMAN | |
Well bring that rope over here, you | |
cur. | |
The Jeep German starts back toward his major concern: his | |
jeep is stuck in some sand beyond the next tent. Some Arab | |
Workers are trying in vain to budge it. Now another German | |
has backed his truck up to it. Sallah can think of nothing | |
to do expect obey. With a worried glance at the map room, be | |
begins untying the rope from the oil drum. | |
INT. THE MAP ROOM | |
Indy is examining the results of Belloq's work. Red paint | |
marks one of the miniature buildings in the layout and a | |
white calibrated tape has been strung from that building | |
back to a miniature of the map room. Now Indy begins examining | |
the mosaic base line for the staff. Sunlight has moves further | |
down across the miniature. | |
EXT. IN THE CAMP - DAY | |
Sallah watches nervously as his precious rope is pulled taut | |
between the pulling truck and the stuck jeep. He doesn't | |
notice that he has chosen to stand next to a large, steaming | |
kettle of food until - | |
HUNGRY GERMAN (O.S.) | |
Bring us some of that! | |
He points to the kettle. Sallah looks frantically from the | |
rope, back to the skylight of the map room, to the kettle of | |
food. | |
HUNGRY GERMAN | |
Now, idiot! | |
Sallah picks up some serving pieces and gets to work. | |
INT. THE MAP ROOM | |
The moment has arrived. Even the tension of the circumstances | |
cannot distract Indy from the purity of what he is about to | |
do. All his calculations are adjustments complete, Indy takes | |
the Staff of Ra and places it - CLINK! - in the right | |
depression on the base line. This is as active and exciting | |
a moment as any archeologist can dream of and, at heart, | |
that is exactly what Indy is. The sunlight catches the very | |
top of the headpiece and moves within a fraction of an inch | |
of the tiny hole in its sun. | |
The edge of the sunlight moving across the miniature city is | |
still a good two feet beyond the spot Belloq has settled on. | |
And now that line of light is broken by the shadow of an | |
ornate sun at the top of the staff. | |
Indy's face reflects his concentration. And then his immense | |
pleasure. He sees what he came for. | |
Out of the miniature city, one small building is being lit | |
by a tiny beam of sunlight in the center of the shadow of | |
the metal sun. And by some trick of ancient artistry, this | |
one building responds to the sunlight like none of the others. | |
The golden light permeates it: it seems to glow. The building | |
is in a direct line with Belloq's - all the Frenchman's other | |
calculations were right - but it is a foot and a half beyond | |
it. | |
EXT. IN THE CAMP - DAY | |
Sallah, sweating profusely, has finished serving the line of | |
Breakfasting Germans and now heads back to replace the kettle | |
and get away. | |
HUNGRY GERMAN | |
Water. Bring us water. | |
INT. MAP ROOM | |
Indy is on his knees at the miniature city, a special tape | |
measure in his hand. Indy has the tape strung from Belloq's | |
mistaken spot to his own correct spot. He gets his reading, | |
leaps up and crosses to the erect staff. He pulls the | |
headpiece off the staff and hides it in his robes. He quickly | |
breaks the wooden staff in two and throws the pieces behind | |
a pile of debris. Then he moves quickly to beneath the | |
skylight. | |
INDY | |
(stage whisper) | |
Sallah. | |
(he waits, then louder) | |
Sallah! | |
More waiting. Nothing. Indy looks around for some alternative | |
means of escape. The room doesn't offer any. He looks up at | |
the skylight again. | |
INDY | |
(loudest) | |
Sallah! | |
A long pause. Then something comes down. A makeshift rope. | |
Really just a bunch of clothing tied together - tunics, robes, | |
pants. But what we see first and most prominently, the first | |
section of Indy's escape rope, is a bright Nazi flag. Indy | |
beams and climbs. | |
EXT. ABOVE THE MAP ROOM - DAY | |
Indy sticks his head out the skylight, sees it clear and | |
flops his body out. Sallah, crouching behind the oil drum, | |
immediately starts pulling in the makeshift rope. Sallah | |
stuffs the rope in the oil drum and the two men begin waking | |
toward some tents. | |
HUNGRY GERMAN (O.S.) | |
Hey, you! More water over here! | |
Sallah glances at Indy, Then hurries back in that direction. | |
The Hungry German focuses on Indy. | |
HUNGRY GERMAN | |
Why aren't you at the digs? Come | |
here! | |
Indy bows in wild subservience and hurries off in the opposite | |
direction. | |
HUNGRY GERMAN | |
(yelling after him, | |
irritated) | |
No, dummkopf, I said come! | |
EXT. BETWEEN TWO TENTS - DAY | |
Indy hustles between the tents. Up ahead, two German Officers | |
stop to talk, blocking his exit. He moves along the side of | |
one of the tents until he finds an opening and slips inside. | |
INT. THE TENT | |
Indy finds himself in a tent set up for rather comfortable | |
living. He has just started to cross it when he hears a loud, | |
excited grunting. He turns toward the sound. In the corner, | |
tied to a chair and gagged is Marion. Indy rushes to her, | |
snatches the gag from her mouth and embraces her. They kiss, | |
deep and long. | |
INDY | |
I though you were dead. | |
MARION | |
They were throwing me around like a | |
rag doll. | |
INDY | |
They must have switched baskets. | |
Thank god for that! Bless those | |
bastards. Have they hurt you? | |
MARION | |
No. Not since I got here. They just | |
asked about you - what you knew. The | |
Frenchman's got the hot's for me. | |
I've been playing that along. Oh, | |
Indy, get me out of here. | |
Indy pulls out a knife and then stops suddenly, thinking. | |
MARION | |
What's wrong? | |
INDY | |
(putting the knife | |
away) | |
I have to leave you here for a little | |
while. I know where the Ark is. If I | |
take you out of here they'll start | |
combing the place for us. | |
MARION | |
(louder) | |
Cut me loose! | |
INDY | |
Keep your voice down. | |
MARION | |
(screaming) | |
I said get me out of - | |
Indy pops the gag back in her mouth. Her eyes widen in fury | |
and she grunts obscenities at him. | |
INDY | |
Look, you don't know how glad I am | |
to see you. And I don't like doing | |
this. But the whole thing will be | |
shot if you don't just sit here | |
quietly. They haven't hurt you in | |
the last twenty-four hours, they | |
aren't going to start now. I'll be | |
back to get you in no time. | |
He kisses her forehead, jumps up and hurries out of the tent. | |
EXT. SAND DUNE OUTSIDE DIGS - DAY | |
With the digs behind them, Indy and Sallah run up to the | |
ridge of the dune and over the top. At the bottom of the far | |
side, Omar's truck is parked. Omar and his men are waiting. | |
EXT. DIFFERENT DUNE - DAY | |
This new spot gives Indy a higher, better view of the whole | |
scene. Indy is using a surveyor's instrument to take a reading - | |
WHAT HE SEES | |
Looking through the instrument, Indy gets a line from the | |
map room through the site where the Nazis are digging in the | |
dunes to a spot several dunes over. We focus on that virgin | |
spot of well-hidden sand as - | |
INDY | |
There! | |
EXT. INDY'S DIG - DAY | |
Omar's truck is parked at the spot just viewed from afar. | |
Dunes rise on either side. One of Omar's men has been posted | |
as a lookout up on a ridge. Everybody else - Indy, Sallah, | |
Omar, and his men - have begun digging for the Wells of the | |
Souls. | |
DISSOLVE TO: | |
SAME SCENE - NIGHT | |
They continue to dig furiously, all of them drenched in sweat. | |
The hole has grown but this is slow, back-breaking work. | |
INT. COMMAND TENT - TANIS DIGS - NIGHT | |
Belloq, SHLIEMANN the ranking Nazi, and Shliemann's Aide, | |
GOBLER, come into the tent, which is full of charts and maps, | |
drawings of the Ark, radio equipment, liquor and food. The | |
men have been out digging for the Well all day. They are | |
tired, discouraged, testy. In all matters, Gobler shows his | |
alliance with Shliemann against Belloq with small looks and | |
body language. The Frenchman has disappointed them and he is | |
feeling the isolation of a scapegoat. Belloq gets himself a | |
drink as Shliemann towels off his face. | |
BELLOQ | |
I cautioned you about being premature | |
with that communiqué to Berlin. | |
Archeology is not an exact science. | |
If does not adhere to time schedules. | |
SHLIEMANN | |
The Fuhrer is not a patient man. He | |
demands constant reports and he | |
expects progress. You led me to | |
believe - | |
BELLOQ | |
Nothing. I have made no promises. I | |
said only that it looked very | |
favorable. Perhaps the Ark will still | |
be found in an adjoining chamber. | |
Based on the information in our | |
possession, my calculations were | |
correct. Perhaps some bit of evidence | |
still eludes us. Perhaps | |
GOBLER | |
Perhaps the girl can help us. | |
Belloq shoots him an angry look. | |
SHLIEMANN | |
My feeling exactly. She was in | |
possession of the original piece for | |
years. She may know much. | |
(really evil) | |
If properly motivated... | |
BELLOQ | |
I tell you, she knows nothing useful. | |
SHLIEMANN | |
I'm surprised to find you squeamish. | |
That is not your reputation. But it | |
needn't concern you. I have the | |
perfect man for this kind of work. | |
Shliemann signals Gobler, who steps outside the tent a moment, | |
calls someone and then reappears. Belloq looks warily at the | |
entrance. After a moment Belzig enters, reeking villainy. | |
When his eyes find Shliemann, his superior, he snaps a crisp | |
"Heil, Hitler!" at him, holding his palm rigid a long time, | |
exposing a burned scar in the prefect shape of the sun | |
medallion. | |
EXT. INDY'S DIG - NIGHT | |
In the eerie conjunction of moonlight and torchlight, Indy | |
and the other men step back in awe of their discovery: there, | |
flush with the bottom of their pit, is a heavy stone entry | |
door to an underground chamber. Special prying tools are | |
produced. With two men assigned to each of the two long tools, | |
they work in unison to open the vault. They open it a foot | |
and the other men rush in to flop the heavy door completely | |
open. Down inside, only blackness. | |
The men quickly prostrate themselves around the edge of the | |
entry to look inside. Indy and Sallah each take a torch and | |
hold them down the hole. | |
WHAT THEY SEE | |
The Well of the Souls is a spooky chamber thirty feet deep. | |
The walls are covered with hieroglyphics and carvings. The | |
roof is supported intermittently by stone pillars, the closest | |
of which hits the roof very near the entry hole. The Well is | |
quite large; as Indy and Sallah wave their torches, more and | |
more of the room is revealed. Now the far end of the chamber | |
comes into view. There is a stone altar down there and on | |
this elaborated carved platform is a stone chest, big enough | |
to enclose the Lost Ark and protect it from the ravages of | |
time. This altar appears to be the only place on the floor | |
of the Well that is not covered by a strange, dark carpet of | |
some kind. | |
INDY | |
The Ark must be in that stone case. | |
What's that gray stuff all over the | |
floor - | |
He breaks off realizing exactly what that carpet is. He | |
blanches. Indiana Jones blanches. | |
Indy drops his torch to the floor of the Well. This is | |
answered by the most horrific HISSING imaginable. | |
WHAT HE SEES | |
That think dark carpet is moving. It's alive. It's thousands | |
and thousands of deadly poisonous snakes - Egyptian asps. | |
And the only thing that seems capable of avoiding this | |
venomous groundcover is the altar. The snakes ebb and flow | |
near it, but never encroach on it, as though repelled by | |
some invisible force. | |
Indy shakes his head and talks to himself. | |
INDY | |
Why snakes? Why did it have to be | |
snakes? Anything else. | |
After a moment of this, he stops. He gathers his energy and | |
resolve and gets back to the task. | |
SALLAH | |
Asps. Very dangerous. | |
Where Indy's torch had landed is a circle of snake-free floor. | |
The snakes hate the flame; they stay away. | |
INDY | |
Lots of torches. And oil. I want a | |
landing strip down there. | |
INT. THE WELL OF THE SOULS | |
Fifteen torches have been dropped to the floor of the chamber, | |
combining to make a good-sized clear zone. Smoke begins to | |
fill the room. Several canisters of oil have been lowered | |
into this space. Now, a large wooden crate is lowered slowly | |
by rope. Rope handles are attached to each end of the crate. | |
Up at the hole, Indy gives Sallah a reassuring pat, takes a | |
breath, and swings carefully onto a rope hanging from the | |
hole. Despite his care, he swings a bit and his feet hit the | |
stone pillar which is so near the entry. Surprisingly, the | |
pillar actually moves a bit, showering a light rain of | |
crumbled stone to the floor below. | |
Indy lands on the floor of the Well. He looks at the altar | |
over a sea of undulating death. He picks up an oil canister | |
and splashes two parallel lines of oil and lights them. A | |
path six feet wide begins to open to the altar. Behind Indy, | |
Sallah comes quickly down the rope. | |
We begin to INTERCUT all the action in the Well from here on | |
with insert shots of the snakes outside the flames. Snakes | |
and snakes. We see: snakes piled and entwined six inches | |
deep; mother snakes laying snake eggs; snake eggs hatching | |
little snakes; snakes cannibalizing other snakes. | |
INT. MARION'S TENT | |
Belloq has been talking to the still-bound Marion. He has | |
removed her gag. He is impatient, angry, uncomfortable. Caught | |
between two forces. | |
BELLOQ | |
Believe me, you made a mistake. If | |
you would just give me something to | |
placate them. Some bit of information. | |
MARION | |
I swear to you, I know nothing more. | |
I have no loyalty to Jones. He's | |
brought me only trouble. | |
He wants to believe her. | |
BELLOQ | |
I cannot control them. | |
Marion's frightened look shifts suddenly to the entrance of | |
the tent. There are new arrivals there - Shliemann, Gobler | |
and Belzig. Belzig carries a black leather case. He steps | |
forward and smiles at Marion. | |
BELZIG | |
We meet again, Fraulein. | |
EXT. INDY'S DIG - JUST BEFORE DAWN | |
The sky is just beginning to lighten over the dunes to the | |
east, making dangerously obvious the thin column of smoke | |
rising from the entrance to the Well. Omar and his men are | |
peering through the smoke down into the Well. | |
INT. THE WELL OF THE SOULS | |
Indy and Sallah are on the altar. Pushing together with all | |
their strength, the heavy stone top of the protective chest | |
begins to slide away. Indy and Sallah exchange slightly wary | |
but very excited looks, then continue to push. As the Ark | |
begins to be exposed, the air seems to almost vibrate, to | |
become electrostatically charged. We hear what sounds like a | |
low HUM. The sea of snakes around the altar draws back further | |
from this presence. | |
As the top of the stone chest is pushed completely off and | |
slams down beside it, we see THE LOST ARK OF THE COVENANT. | |
It is awesomely beautiful, breathtaking. 4 feet long, 2.5 | |
feet wide and 2.5 feet high. It's height, however, is | |
increased by the two sculptured gold angels mounted facing | |
each other on the top. Though the body of the Ark is acacia | |
wood, it has been overlaid with gold. An elaborate gold crown | |
surrounds the top edge and gold carrying rings are attached | |
to each corner. | |
Sallah is mesmerized by the sight. His hand starts to reach | |
out and touch one of the angels, but Indy grabs it. | |
INDY | |
Don't touch it! Never touch it! | |
The wooden crate stands open next to the stone chest. Now | |
Indy extracts the wooden poles from its rings and begins | |
fitting them through the rings in the Ark. This takes some | |
maneuvering by the two men, but soon they are able to lift | |
the Ark clear of the stone chest and into the wooden crate. | |
They extract the poles, fasten the top of the crate and stick | |
the poles through the rings of the wooden crate. They start | |
back toward the space under the hole. | |
The fire strips have begun to dwindle, as have some of the | |
torches. The snakes move slowly in toward the clear spaces. | |
Indy and Sallah eye them nervously as they hurry along with | |
their heavy load. Under the hole, they hurriedly attach ropes | |
to the wooden crate and it is pulled up. Indy's concentration | |
is on the tide of snakes. | |
INDY | |
Hurry up! Why did it have to be | |
snakes? | |
Sallah takes the next rope and climbs quickly out of the | |
Well. Indy has picked up a torch and now throws it at a pool | |
of snakes who are too close for his comfort. He turns and | |
takes hold of the exit rope. He gives it a first tug and it | |
falls down into the Well, landing partly beyond the ring of | |
fire where is instantly disappears in a tangle of angry, | |
hissing asps. Indy looks up at the hole. | |
INDY | |
What the - | |
Smiling down at him from the perimeter of the entry are | |
Belloq, Shliemann and Gobler. | |
BELLOQ | |
Why, Dr. Jones, whatever are you | |
doing in such a nasty place? | |
Belloq and the Germans laugh. | |
INDY | |
Why don't you fellows come down here? | |
I'll show you. | |
BELLOQ | |
No thank you, my friend. | |
(he glances around | |
him) | |
I think we are all very comfortable | |
up here. | |
EXT. INDY'S DIG - DAWN | |
Sunlight is flooding this tableau: Sallah, Omar and his men | |
are being held at bay by ten armed Nazis. The wooden crate | |
sits safely nearby. Belzig and another Nazi have the gagged | |
Marion held in their rough grasp. | |
BELLOQ | |
(down to Indy) | |
After all these years, it is most | |
considerate of you to aid me in this | |
way. | |
As Belloq speaks, Shliemann exchanges a look with Belzig. | |
Belzig smiles and takes the gag from Marion's mouth. | |
INT. WELLS OF THE SOULS | |
Shliemann smiles down at Indy. | |
SHLIEMANN | |
I'm afraid we must be going now, Dr. | |
Jones. Our prize is awaited in Berlin. | |
But I do not wish to leave you down | |
in that awful place... | |
(he give a sign) | |
...all alone. | |
Belzig and the Nazi move Marion to the hole and, to Belloq's | |
surprise, push her in. Marion falls thirty feet screaming. | |
Indy drops his torch, braces, and catches her! Her weight | |
knocks him to the ground, almost into the snakes. She looks | |
around at the snakes, clinging to him more desperately as he | |
struggles to his feet trying to unload her. | |
MARION | |
Don't put me down! | |
Up at the hole, there's plenty of dissension. | |
BELLOQ | |
The girl was mine! | |
SHLIEMANN | |
She is of no use to us. Only our | |
mission for the Fuhrer matters. | |
Shliemann glances meaningfully around at the other Nazis. | |
SHLIEMANN | |
I wonder sometimes, Monsieur, if you | |
have that clearly in mind. | |
Belloq feels how much he is the outsider, his own | |
vulnerability. He backs down with the wisdom of survival. He | |
turns to look down at Indy and Marion. His manner is gallant. | |
BELLOQ | |
Goodbye, mademoiselle. | |
(a pause, then with | |
respect) | |
Indiana Jones... adieu! | |
Belloq and the others step back from the hole and unseen | |
Nazis slam the heavy stone door into place. Marion screams. | |
Her scream is accompanied by - | |
A huge WHOOSH! as air is sucked out and the chamber is sealed. | |
Half of the torches still burning go out with the sound. The | |
remaining torches continue to extinguish at punctuating | |
intervals throughout the following action and the snakes | |
immediately flood into the newly-darkened spaces. Indy puts | |
Marion down and snatches up two burning torches. He hands | |
one to Marion. | |
INDY | |
Don't panic. There's plenty of time | |
for that later. Wave that at anything | |
that slithers. | |
Indy holds his torch out like a lantern and begins a slow O- | |
turn, his eyes peering into the gloom, examining every inch | |
of wall and ceiling. | |
MARION | |
What are you doing? | |
INDY | |
Just watch the floor. | |
Reminded of the encroaching snakes, Marion waves her torch | |
at the nearest edge of their circle. She looks faint. Indy | |
continues his slow turn. | |
MARION | |
Whatever you're doing, do it faster. | |
INDY | |
(he spots something) | |
There! | |
His head whips around, looking at the pillars around the | |
room. He sees what he wants. He grabs one of the oil | |
canisters, looks back to the spot on the wall he's chosen | |
and splashes oil on the floor in that direction, then lights | |
it. A path opens toward that wall. | |
INDY | |
Come on! | |
Marion is frozen in her spot. Indy drags her after him. He | |
splashes oil the rest of the way to the wall. It lights and | |
Indy pulls Marion over to the wall. He pours the remaining | |
oil in a circle around them, creating a safe zone there. | |
INDY | |
Stay here! | |
MARION | |
(grabbing him) | |
Where are you going? | |
INDY | |
I'll be back in a minute. We're going | |
through this wall. | |
Marion looks at the wall, which looks like all the rest to | |
her. She thinks he's crazy. | |
INDY | |
Just keep your eyes open and get | |
ready to run. No matter what happens | |
to me. | |
MARION | |
(panicked) | |
What do you mean? | |
Too late. Indy runs back through the path of flames to the | |
center of the room. Snakes strike as his flying heels. Indy | |
reaches the base of the pillar which he touched briefly on | |
his original descent. He uses his torch to clear away the | |
scattered snakes climbing on it, then pulls out his whip. He | |
draws it back, then wraps is solidly around the pillar 15 | |
feet up. With the torch in his mouth, he begins climbing the | |
pillar. It moves ominously under his weight. | |
The last two torches still burning on the floor go out. Now | |
the only light in the chamber is provided by the torches | |
held by Indy and Marion and the dwindling oil flames. Snakes | |
move in and surround the base of Indy's pillar. The path | |
between Marion and the center of the room is overrun. The | |
circle of flame around Marion is dying down. She looks beyond | |
it with terror-widened eyes, then up through the increasing | |
smoke at the distant Indy. | |
Near the top of the pillar, Indy's hands strain along his | |
taut whip, which he has moves higher. A snake slithers into | |
view there, inches from Indy's straining face. Indy turns | |
his head so the torch in his mouth can burn it. The snake | |
falls from the pillar. Indy's torch is dwindling. Indy works | |
his body around so that he is on the side of the pillar away | |
from Marion. The pillar moves, showering dust. Indy looks at | |
the chamber wall five feet away, takes a breath and swings | |
his legs up against it. He is now braced between pillar and | |
wall. | |
MARION (O.S.) | |
(screaming) | |
Where are you?! | |
Snakes are moving in force up the pillar toward Indy's | |
dwindling torch. Indy grasps the pillar for dear life, | |
grimaces with exertion and pushes against the wall with all | |
he's got. The pillar begins to break loose of the ceiling, | |
then stops. Indy's eyes are on the torch. It is just a spot | |
of flame now. Snakes are sliding up toward his hands. Indy | |
again pushes against the wall and the torch falls out of his | |
mouth. | |
The pillar goes! In the dim light, we see it fall like a | |
tree directly at Marion. Indy rides it down. The top hits | |
the wall three feet from a cringing Marion and smashes through | |
to a black chamber beyond. Indy flies off into the darkness. | |
Gone. Marion clutches her torch at the black hole. | |
MARION | |
Indy! Where are you?! Please Lord! | |
There is a moment that seems an eternity, then Indy appears | |
like an apparition out of the void. | |
INDY | |
Come on! | |
He grabs her and helps her over the remains of the wall into - | |
INT. THE CATACOMBS | |
The winding string of connected chambers is revealed to them | |
only a few feet at a time as their torch lights the way. | |
MARION | |
The snakes... are they here? | |
INDY | |
I guess not. I think I'd be dead. | |
MARION | |
Do you know where you're going? | |
INDY | |
Absolutely. | |
MARION | |
Thank god. Where? | |
INDY | |
Out. | |
They round a corner and flush a covey of bats. Marion screams. | |
INDY | |
Don't do that. It scares me. | |
Marion gives him a look. They round a corner and begin a | |
walk through a maze of chambers that present for their | |
inspection: moldering mummies and stacked sarcophagi; a room | |
decorated with a thousand human skulls; a wall crawling with | |
huge scarabaeid beetles. Marion is quite naturally a nervous | |
wreck; she jumps when Indy grabs her suddenly and points. | |
INDY | |
Look! | |
WHAT THEY SEE | |
There, coming through the crack in the corner of the next | |
chamber, is white blessed sunlight. | |
EXT. THE TANIS DIGS - NEAR AIRSTRIP - DAY | |
Indy and Marion peek out into the light from the shadows of | |
an abandoned excavation. Before them is the improvised | |
airstrip serving the digs: a crude runway, a tent supply | |
depot, two fuel tank trucks. Down by the fuel trucks a German | |
Mechanic is looking skyward. Now Indy and Marion look there | |
too, drawn by the roaring sound of - | |
A Flying Wing, which is circling over the digs in preparation | |
to landing. | |
Now a new figure approaches the German Mechanic. It is Gobler; | |
he yells to the mechanic, indicating the plane. | |
GOBLER | |
Get is gassed immediately! It has an | |
important cargo to take out! | |
In the distance, the Flying Wing lands and rolls toward the | |
men. Gobler spins and heads back toward the main camp, which | |
is hidden from view by a rise. Indy and Marion watch him go. | |
INDY | |
When the Ark gets loaded, we're | |
already going to be on that plane. | |
The Flying Wing rolls up into the space near the fuel trucks. | |
The German Mechanic puts blue blocks in front of the tires | |
as the engines continue to roar. | |
Indy and Marion run in a crouch to a hiding spot closer to | |
the plane, near the supply tent. Suddenly, a Second German | |
Mechanic appears behind them. He is as surprised as they | |
are, but recovers quickly and swings a big monkey wrench at | |
Indy. Indy grabs the swinging arm and the two men tumble out | |
into the open, wrestling. Marion remains hidden, moving fast | |
among the crates. | |
The first German Mechanic, who is just pulling the fuel hose | |
from the tank truck to the plane, sees the combatants and | |
runs to help his countryman. He is almost upon them when | |
Indy puts the Second German away with a devastating left - | |
right - left combination. He turns to find the first German | |
Mechanic flying at him. The roll toward the rear of the Flying | |
Wing and its lethally spinning reversed propellers. | |
In the cockpit of the Flying Wing, the Pilot has been fiddling | |
with his gauges just prior to shutting off his engines. Now | |
he notices the fight going on outside. | |
The fistfight between Indy and the German Mechanic has taken | |
on a new stomach-tightening dimension. The men are fighting | |
and flailing in and out between the spinning props at the | |
back of the plane's wings. Each man comes within inches of | |
becoming instant mincemeat. | |
The Pilot slides away the top of his cockpit and stands up. | |
He pulls a Luger from his side and points it, waiting for a | |
clear shot at Indy. The German Mechanic kicks Indy away from | |
him and the Pilot aims his pistol. Suddenly, Marion appears | |
behind the Pilot, standing on the opposite wing, and bashes | |
him over the head with one of the blue blocks that was holding | |
the tires. The Pilot drops down into the cockpit, his body | |
falling on the throttle. The engines roar louder, revving | |
up. The plane begins to roll, rotating around its one still- | |
blocked set of tires. Marion grabs onto the cockpit to keep | |
from slipping into the props. She bends into the cockpit, | |
trying to pull the Pilot's body off the throttle. No luck. | |
She grimaces and climbs inside. Her shoulder bumps the top | |
of the cockpit; it slides tightly shut above her. | |
Under the moving wing, Indy delivers a knockout rightcross | |
to the German Mechanic which sends him staggering back toward | |
a roaring propeller. Indy's grimace registers the man's demise | |
and a fine mist of blood wafts toward him. Indy spins toward | |
the sound of crumpling metal and sees - | |
The other prop of the Flying Wing slice into a tank truck. | |
The airplane fuel inside floods out onto the pavement, | |
surrounding the plane. Indy backpedals away from the plane, | |
his eyes searching the scene for Marion. Suddenly, he is | |
shocked to see her in the cockpit. He runs toward her, | |
skidding through the gasoline. | |
INDY | |
Get out! Get out! | |
Marion is struggling with the top of the cockpit. She can't | |
budge it. She's trapped. | |
EXT. THE COMMAND TENT - DAY | |
Three Armed Nazis stand guard around the wooden crate | |
containing the Ark. It is sitting near the flopped-open | |
entrance to the Command Tent and there is furious activity | |
going on here. Belloq, Shliemann, Gobler, Belzig and assorted | |
Aides are packing up all the papers and personal items in | |
preparation for a hasty departure. | |
A large crowd of Arab Diggers is milling about among the | |
tents. They all want to get a look at the Ark. Sallah is | |
among them. All at once, there is a earthshaking explosion. | |
Al eyes turn toward the rise that hides the airstrip. A huge | |
fireball floats into view over there. Everyone starts running | |
toward it. Shliemann yells at Belzig and the Armed Nazis. | |
SHLIEMANN | |
Stay with the Ark! | |
EXT. THE RISE ABOVE AIRSTRIP - DAY | |
Almost all the Arabs and Germans in the digs have congregated | |
here and are staring at the burning remains of the Flying | |
Wing. Belloq and Shliemann arrive just as the second fuel | |
truck blows up. The concussion knocks many of the observers | |
flat. Belloq, Shliemann and Gobler watch the scene in alarm. | |
SHLIEMANN | |
Sabotage! | |
BELLOQ | |
We must get the Ark away from this | |
place immediately! | |
SHLIEMANN | |
(to Gobler) | |
Have it put on the truck. We'll fly | |
out of Cairo. | |
Gobler snaps his heels, turns to go. | |
SHLIEMANN | |
And Gobler - | |
(Gobler stops) | |
I want plenty of protection. | |
Gobler nods and runs off. Shliemann heads back toward camp. | |
Belloq hesitates a long moment, studying the burning wreckage | |
with an odd, suspicious look. Finally, he turns and leaves, | |
passing a nearby stack of barrels. When he has passed, Sallah | |
appears from among the barrels. He searches the crowd for | |
his people and starts a broken field run along some tents to | |
avoid a group of Germans and is running flat-out when someone | |
sticks out a leg and sends him flipping. Sallah, dust all | |
over his face, looks angrily toward the concealed culprit. | |
At once, a flashing white grin splits his darkened face. | |
Indy and Marion, splotched with soot and oil, are hiding in | |
the flap of a tent. Sallah runs into their arms and the three | |
embrace warmly. When they break - | |
SALLAH | |
Holy smoke, my friends! I am so | |
pleased you are not dead. | |
MARION | |
Us too. | |
SALLAH | |
(suddenly remembering) | |
The Ark! They're taking it on a truck | |
to Cairo. | |
INDY | |
Where is it? | |
Sallah gestures to follow and all three run off stealthily | |
through the mostly deserted camp. | |
EXT. AMONG THE TENTS - DAY | |
Sallah, Indy and Marion run into a hiding spot behind some | |
water barrels near the Command Tent. They peek out at this | |
activity - | |
In the big space near the Command Tent is parked an open | |
German staff car; inside is a Blond Driver and an Armed Guard. | |
Directly behind it is a canvas-topped troop truck. At this | |
moment, Belloq and Shliemann are supervising the careful | |
placement of the crated Ark in the back of the truck. When | |
it is securely placed inside, we hear an ominous marching | |
sound and Nine Armed Nazis appear at a trot from between | |
some tents and climb into the back of the truck with the | |
Ark. | |
Behind the water barrels, Sallah and Marion exchange hapless | |
looks, But Indy just concentrates on - | |
The scene by the truck: Belloq and Shliemann are about to | |
climb into the front staff car when they pause to check out | |
the final component of the convoy. Rolling into place behind | |
the truck is another open staff car. But this one is special - | |
mounted in the back is a big, black machine gun, manned by a | |
Gunner. At the wheel of the car is Gobler and next to him | |
sits Belzig. | |
Sallah and Marion look at Indy. Belloq and Shliemann climb | |
in the back seat of the front car and the caravan pulls out. | |
Indy watches it go, thinking hard. | |
INDY | |
You two get back to Cairo quick and | |
get us transportation to England - a | |
plane, a ship, anything. | |
MARION | |
What about you? | |
INDY | |
I'm going to get that truck. I'll | |
meet you at Omar's. Be ready for me. | |
Sallah nods. Marion looks at him like he's nuts. Indy jumps | |
up, looks around desperately. | |
MARION | |
How are you going to get that truck? | |
INDY | |
(still searching) | |
I don't know. I'm making this up as | |
I go. | |
He runs away between two tents. | |
EXT. AT THE EDGE OF THE DIGS - DAY | |
From among the tents, Indy suddenly bursts into view, happily | |
astride a magnificent white Arabian stallion. He gallops off | |
across the desert. | |
EXT. THE DESERT (VARIOUS SHOTS) - DAY | |
Indy cuts cross-country avoiding the road the convoy has | |
taken. He leaps gullies, climbs dunes, slides down slopes. | |
Soon the convoy comes into view far below him. He tears along | |
a parallel ridge, like an Indian shadowing a wagon train. | |
EXT. DESERT ROAD - DAY | |
The convoy is entering rougher country. The narrow mountain | |
road we've seen earlier ascends ahead. To the side of the | |
road are tall boulders. Suddenly, Indy shoots out from between | |
two rocks and rides directly for the truck. The Armed Nazis | |
in the back of the truck can see nothing because the canvas | |
hides their view. But Gobler, Belzig and the Gunner in the | |
rear staff car have a brief line on him. Belzig points and | |
the Gunner fires away and Indy, the bullets kicking up sand | |
near Indy's horse. | |
The Armed Guard in the cab of the truck leans out to see | |
what's happening. Indy has been riding alongside. Now he | |
stands on the horse and leaps to the cab. In a second, he | |
has flipped the Armed Guard out of the truck. He slides into | |
the cab and begins grappling with the Truck Driver. The Truck | |
Driver tries to hit the brakes, but Indy kicks his foot away | |
and floors the gas pedal. The truck doubles its speed and | |
shoots onto the steep mountain road. | |
EXT. MOUNTAIN ROAD - DAY | |
The Blond Driver of the front staff car sees the truck move | |
up on him in the rearview mirror and speeds up. Belloq, | |
Shliemann and the Armed Guard in the car twist around to | |
look at the struggle in the truck. The Blond Driver begins | |
what will be a continuing preview of the twists in the road. | |
He turns his wheel sharply and takes the lead car around a | |
bend. | |
In the cab of the truck, Indy and the Truck Driver stop their | |
fight temporarily and cooperate in turning the steering wheel. | |
The truck barely stays on the road. | |
A full view reveals the incredible geography of this ride. | |
The convoy in tiny against the spectacular mountainside, the | |
cliffs drop hundreds of feet. | |
At the wheel of the rear car, Gobler swerves to stay on the | |
road and accidentally sideswipes a boulder. The Gunner perched | |
in the back is flipped head over heels out of the car. Gobler | |
and Belzig are having trouble seeing the road through all | |
the dust the convoy is kicking up. | |
The lead staff car reaches the summit of the road and barely | |
makes the hairpin turn there, delivering a destructive blow | |
to the guard rail that has been placed there. The guard rail | |
is now bent. | |
In the cab of the truck, Indy and the Truck Driver again | |
stop trying to choke each other long enough to negotiate the | |
turn together. The bumper of the truck hits the broken guard | |
rail and sends it flying off the cliff. The truck, however, | |
holds the road. | |
In the rear car, Gobler and Belzig are trying to see through | |
the thick clouds of dust. Suddenly is clears completely. | |
Unfortunately for them, this happens because their car has | |
shot out into space at the hairpin turn. They are flying to | |
their final reward. Belzig, eyes wide behind his evil | |
spectacles, screams as he goes. | |
In the cab of the truck, the Truck Driver is distracted by | |
the sight of the flying staff car. Indy plasters him and he | |
tumbles out. | |
Far, far below, Belzig's staff car explodes on the rocks. | |
In the back of the truck, a TOUGH SERGEANT takes command of | |
the situation. He picks out six Armed Nazis and motions for | |
them to start climbing around the outside of the truck to | |
the cab. With some trepidation the lucky ones begin that | |
maneuver. The truck is swerving like crazy. | |
In the front staff car, the Armed Guard aims his submachine | |
guns back at Indy, alone now in the truck's cab. Shliemann | |
knocks the barrel roughly away. | |
SHLIEMANN | |
(yelling) | |
If anything happens to that Ark, | |
we're all dead men ! The Fuhrer will | |
see to it! | |
Indy sees this from the cab and reacts by speeding up, putting | |
even more pressure on the Blond Driver. | |
Along the back of the truck, Armed Nazis are edging up toward | |
the cab, three on each side. They hang on as the truck rounds | |
a corner and goes into a straightaway that leads through a | |
short tunnel. | |
In the cab, Indy has been concentrating on the lead staff | |
car. Now, just before entering the tunnel, he looks in the | |
side view mirror and sees the Nazis on his side. A quick | |
glance to the other mirror reveals the others. As the truck | |
sweeps into the tunnel, we see Indy just start to turn his | |
steering wheel - he is going to sideswipe the walls of the | |
tunnel | |
At the other end of the tunnel, we hear the roar of the two | |
engine and two long, screeching, scraping sounds. The lead | |
staff car shoots out of the tunnel, then the truck, its sides | |
cleaned of Nazis. | |
In the rear of the truck, the Tough Sergeant is looking with | |
distaste back at the tunnel. There remains only him and two | |
Armed Nazis with the Ark. He sends these two climbing up | |
over the top of the truck. | |
In the lead car, the Blond Driver is being pressed hard by | |
Indy, who now edges up to bump them from the rear. Suddenly | |
the Armed Guard next to the Driver sees the two Armed Nazis | |
appear on the top of the truck. Without thinking, he starts | |
to point them out to Shliemann, then realizes his stupidity. | |
In the cab, Indy has seen this and is at first mystified. He | |
checks his sideview mirrors. Then he figures it out and slams | |
on his brakes. The brakes lock, the wheels burn and the truck | |
skids to a dusty halt. The two Armed Nazis fly off the truck, | |
over the cab to the road in front. Indy immediately hits the | |
gas again. The two Armed Nazis, just aiming their weapons, | |
get wiped out. | |
In the rear of the truck, the crated Ark is bouncing all | |
alone, no one in sight, because - | |
The Tough Sergeant is on the top of the truck, making his | |
way steadily forward. This guy clearly knows what he's doing. | |
A submachine gun is slung across his back. | |
The truck and the staff car race through a series of S-curves. | |
In the staff car, Belloq and Shliemann spot the Tough Sergeant | |
as he reaches the front of the truck's top and begins to | |
lower his submachine gun barrel toward the cab. Indy is | |
unaware. Belloq and Shliemann exchange looks. Then Shliemann | |
yells to the Armed Guard in the front seat. | |
The Tough Sergeant has a line on Indy. He points his gun. | |
The Armed Guard blasts away at the truck. The Tough Sergeant | |
dies in a hail of bullets and flies off. | |
Indy, who has ducked at the gunfire, is confused. But when | |
he sees the Armed Guard up front lower his gun, Indy again | |
floors it and begins bumping the staff car in earnest. | |
The road is almost down to a level now. In the distance - | |
Cairo. The road takes a little dogleg just before reaching | |
level ground again. Just as the staff car is about to make | |
the turn, Indy smashes them from behind. The staff car flies | |
off the road and down a twenty foot embankment. Indy takes | |
the truck speeding down the road and off toward Cairo. | |
In the staff car, the occupants are bruised but safe. | |
Shliemann points at the departing truck and yells at the | |
Blond Driver. The staff car fishtails out of its sandy resting | |
place and takes off after the truck. | |
EXT. OUTSKIRTS OF CAIRO (VARIOUS SHOTS) - DAY | |
Indy has an ever-decreasing lead on the staff car as the | |
race thunders into the narrow streets. People and animals | |
leap out of the way; carts and barrels go flying helter | |
skelter. Indy takes the truck down a street so narrow there | |
are only inches to spare on each side. Pedestrians jump into | |
doorways. | |
EXT. OMAR'S SQUARE - DAY | |
When the truck clears the narrow street, it is in a small | |
square. Omar's garage is gaping open on the opposite side. | |
Indy hits the brakes and the truck skids across the square | |
and into the garage. The garage door slams shut and tenting | |
drops from the building to hide the door. Various Arabs, | |
friends of Omar, rush out with fruit carts and baskets and | |
set up a mini-bazaar in seconds. Two Arab Boys sweep the | |
tracks of the truck into oblivion. They throw aside their | |
brooms just as the staff car appears from the narrow street. | |
Belloq and Shliemann look around desperately as the Blond | |
Driver steers the car through the square and out the other | |
side. | |
EXT. CAIRO DOCKS - NIGHT | |
The waterfront is dark and misty. An old tramp steamer, the | |
BANTU WIND, sits by the pier. Several fierce Black African | |
Pirates, the crewmembers, are taking on final stores. | |
A small light illuminates the top of the gangplank. In its | |
circle, Indy and Marion exchange long, warm embraces with | |
Sallah. A short distance away the ship's Captain, a handsome, | |
powerful black named SIMON KATANGA, watches from the rail, | |
smoking a pipe. | |
DISSOLVE TO: | |
EXT. OPEN SEA - THE MEDITERRANEAN - NIGHT | |
The Bantu Wind is bathed in moonlight as it cuts across even | |
seas. | |
INT. INDY'S CABIN - NIGHT | |
Indy comes in, takes off his hat, jacket, whip and holster. | |
The door which connects this cabin to the next opens and | |
Marion appears. She is carrying a half-full glass of liquor, | |
but what you notice is the long, snow-white, high-necked | |
nightgown she is wearing. It is very prim. Very innocent. | |
And very sexy. Marion does a slightly embarrassed model's | |
turn for Indy. | |
MARION | |
I have a feeling I'm not the first | |
woman to travel with these pirates. | |
There's a whole wardrobe in there. | |
INDY | |
It's lovely. | |
Indy sits on the cot, takes off his boots. He leans back | |
against the wall and rubs his eyes. Marion sits on the bed, | |
leans back against the wall with him and looks down at her | |
white nightgown. She chuckles. | |
MARION | |
I feel like a virgin bride in this. | |
INDY | |
That's what you look like. | |
MARION | |
(takes a drink) | |
There are some things you can | |
recapture in this life, but that | |
isn't one of them. | |
INDY | |
What would you like to recapture? | |
MARION | |
(after a long pause) | |
Nothing. That is the way it is. | |
He watches her closely as she drains her glass and puts it | |
down. | |
INDY | |
Did I ever say I was sorry I burned | |
down your tavern? | |
She turns so their lips are very close. | |
MARION | |
No. Then again, I burned up that | |
plane. | |
INDY | |
You saved my life. | |
MARION | |
And you saved mine. | |
INDY | |
Seems things have worked out kind of | |
even. | |
MARION | |
That's the way I like them. | |
INDY | |
Maybe we should consider all past | |
accounts closed. | |
Marion thinks about this a long time. | |
MARION | |
No. Not yet. | |
INDY | |
What else? | |
She looks into his eyes. A smile jumps from her lips to his. | |
He kisses her and they sink slowly to the cot. | |
INT. IN THE HOLD | |
The ship's rats are agitated. They tremble and chatter at | |
the edges of the compartment, darting about. Out in the center | |
of the hold, sitting all by itself, is the crated Ark. HUM-M- | |
M-M. | |
INT. INDY'S CABIN - DAY | |
Marion awakes with a start, alone in the cot. Something's | |
wrong. The ship is quiet. Indy is strapping on his holster. | |
He pulls his ship and jacket from a hook. | |
MARION | |
What is it? | |
INDY | |
The engines have shut down. | |
MARION | |
Why? | |
INDY | |
I'm going to find out. | |
EXT. LOWER DECK - DAY | |
Indy runs toward the bow, then climbs some steps four at a | |
time. A MESSENGER PIRATE is hurrying to get him, but flies | |
by him on the steps. By the time the Pirate stops himself, | |
Indy is gone. | |
MESSENGER PIRATE | |
Mister Jones! The Captain he say - | |
EXT. THE BRIDGE - DAY | |
Captain Katanga is looking with concern ahead of the ship. | |
Indy appears behind him. | |
INDY | |
What's wrong? | |
KATANGA | |
You have most important friends. | |
Katanga turns quickly, pointing with a sweeping hand. Indy | |
looks. Arrayed in a rough semicircle around the ship are ten | |
German Wolf Submarines. All of their deck guns are manned | |
and trained on the Bantu Wind. Worse, at least five heavily- | |
armed boarding parties in rafts are closing quickly on the | |
ship. | |
INDY | |
Holy shit. | |
KATANGA | |
(fast) | |
I sent my man for you. You and the | |
girl must disappear. We have a place | |
in the hold. Go, my friend! | |
EXT. UPPER DECK - DAY | |
Indy tears along the deck. He looks over the rail and sees | |
two Nazi rafts already next to the ship. | |
EXT. LOWER DECK - DAY | |
Indy flies down some stairs and starts to round a corner. | |
Suddenly he throws himself backwards, out of view. Three | |
uniformed Nazis are clustered near a cabin door holding the | |
Messenger Pirate. Now two more come out of the cabin trying | |
to maintain their grasp on a kicking, yelling Marion. She is | |
still wearing her white nightgown. More Nazis clamber onto | |
the deck and head toward Indy, slamming open doors, rousting | |
Pirates, spouting racial epithets. Indy steps backwards and | |
fades into the maze of the ship. | |
EXT. / INT. THE BANTU WINDS (VARIOUS SHOTS) - DAY | |
The ship is swarming with Nazis. The Black Pirates are herded | |
forward, subjected to rough physical and verbal abuse by the | |
Aryan Supermen. The Pirates are clearly under orders not to | |
resist, but not one of these strong men likes it. They'd | |
gladly give their lives to rip the throat out of a few Krauts. | |
In the hold, the door slams open and Nazis pour in; they | |
smile at the sight of the crated Ark. | |
EXT. THE BRIDGE - DAY | |
Captain Katanga watches as his crew is crowded into a circle | |
of Nazis on the wide deck below him. He is surrounded by | |
Belloq, Shliemann, and several Nazis, two of whom are holding | |
Marion. Now the Nazis from the hold appear on the lower deck | |
carrying the crated Ark by means of the long poles. Belloq's | |
eyes shine at the sight. | |
SHLIEMANN | |
Take it aboard the Wurrfler! | |
BELLOQ | |
And be very careful! | |
The Ark is taken away. | |
SHLIEMANN | |
(to a Sergeant below) | |
What about Jones? | |
SERGEANT | |
Not a trace yet, sir! | |
KATANGA | |
Jones is dead. | |
Belloq and Shliemann regard him suspiciously. | |
KATANGA | |
We killed him. He was of no use to | |
us. The girl, however, has certain | |
value where we are headed. She will | |
bring a very good price. If that | |
cargo you have taken was your goal, | |
then go in peace with it. But leave | |
us the girl. It will reduce our loss | |
on this trip. | |
SHLIEMANN | |
Savage. You are not in a position to | |
ask for anything. We will take what | |
we wish and then decide whether or | |
not to blow your ship from the water. | |
Belloq steps forward and puts a proprietary hand on Marion's | |
arm, fixing Shliemann with a steady look. | |
BELLOQ | |
That girl goes with me. It will be | |
part of my compensation. I'm sure | |
the Fuhrer would approve. | |
Shliemann considers. | |
BELLOQ | |
If she fails to please me, you can | |
do with her as you wish. | |
This appeals to Shliemann's nature. He signals his agreement | |
with a gesture. Belloq ushers Marion away with her two | |
keepers. | |
DISSOLVE TO: | |
EXT. "THE WURRFLER" - CONNING TOWER - DAY | |
The Nazis have returned to their subs. Shliemann is on the | |
bridge with the WURRFLER'S CAPTAIN and the Captain's Aides. | |
The Captain is an honorable career Navy man. | |
THE WURRFLER'S CAPTAIN | |
Colonel Shliemann, all torpedoes are | |
loaded. | |
Shliemann nods and continues to stare at the Bantu Wind, as | |
does the Captain. The Pirate crew is all lined across the | |
bow. Towering above the others, standing on the rail, proud | |
and defiant, is Katanga. Shliemann looks at the Wurrfler's | |
Captain a moment. | |
SHLIEMANN | |
What do you think, Captain? | |
THE WURRFLER'S CAPTAIN | |
(earnestly) | |
I think not, Colonel. Nothing is to | |
be gained. We are not at war. | |
Shliemann mulls this, then turns to the hatch. | |
SHLIEMANN | |
...yet. Let the vermin live. We must | |
be on our way. | |
Shliemann disappears down the hatch. The Captain is very | |
pleased. A Radioman speaks into his headset, then follows | |
the other Aides down the hatch. In the distance the other | |
subs begin to move away from the ship. The Captain, alone on | |
the bridge, looks once more at Katanga. | |
On the Bantu Wind, Katanga executes what might be taken for | |
a salute. | |
The Wurrfler's Captain smiles, salutes crisply, then goes | |
below, pulling the hatch closed. Immediately, the Wurrfler | |
begins to move. And as it does, we see the rail at the aft | |
of the main deck. From nowhere, a wet sleeve appears and a | |
hand grabs the rail! | |
Indy pulls his dripping body onto the sub's main deck. He | |
has lost his felt hat once and for all. Other than that, his | |
outfit is the same as always, just wetter. Suddenly, water | |
is washing over his feet; the Wurrfler is beginning to | |
submerge. Indy runs through quickly deepening water toward | |
the haven of the conning tower. Halfway there, he slips and | |
goes down. Only by grabbing the base of the aftmast light | |
does he keep from being swept away. He struggles to his feet | |
and sloshes through knee-deep water to the base of the conning | |
tower. | |
Indy climbs the ladder to the bridge of the conning tower | |
and looks down. The water is rising toward his fast. Indy | |
climbs the ladder to the top of the turret and braces himself | |
between the two uprights there - the 7 foot radio mast and | |
the 20 foot periscope. Still the ocean comes up to meet him. | |
Soon the top of the turret is under water and the radio mast | |
is disappearing. Indy shifts his grip to the periscope, | |
working his way up it and hanging on for dear life as the | |
ocean whips at his body. The periscope is quickly going under. | |
Indy hangs on to the top three feet, all that remains above. | |
The forward movement of the sub continues, but, to Indy's | |
slowly dawning delight, the dive stops. No more of the | |
periscope goes under. Indy smiles; it's a pretty good smile, | |
too, given the circumstances. Indy pulls out his bullwhip | |
and begins tying himself to the periscope. | |
EXT. THE PERISCOPE - AFTERNOON | |
The sun warms that part of his body Indy has contrived to | |
keep out of the water. The rest floats out behind. Indy isn't | |
comfortable, but all in all, it's not as terrible as he might | |
have feared. | |
DISSOLVE TO: | |
EXT. THE PERISCOPE - DUSK | |
It's as terrible as Indy might have feared. He looks wasted. | |
Waterlogged and exhausted. The wet leather of the whip is | |
contracting and he must struggle constantly to keep it from | |
cutting into his skin. | |
DISSOLVE TO: | |
EXT. THE OCEAN - NIGHT | |
Several shark fins cut the surface, appearing and disappearing | |
in the bright moonlight. They are shadowing - | |
EXT. THE PERISCOPE - NIGHT | |
Indy looks through barely open eyes at the sharks running | |
alongside. There is nothing to be done. His eyes close. | |
FADE OUT: | |
FADE IN: | |
EXT. THE PERISCOPE - NIGHT | |
The submarine has stopped. The water is calm. The moon is | |
bright. A gentle swell splashes Indy awake. He blinks, tries | |
to regain his senses. He makes an inventory of his body. | |
Surprised to find himself intact, his spirits lift. Some | |
hidden reserve of energy flows through him. He frees his | |
aching arms from the wet leather of his whip, leaving only | |
one loop around his waist to hold him to the sub. He rubs | |
his hands and stretches. Once again, he has survived. To | |
fight again. He looks around. | |
WHAT HE SEES | |
A lovely island. No sign of man's presence. The sub has | |
stopped at the mouth of a wide cove completely ringed by | |
tall white rock cliffs. Suddenly the sub begins to move again. | |
It is headed directly toward the center of the cliffs. Indy | |
holds on, mystified, alert. When the cliffs are very close, | |
the sub begins to dive. | |
INDY | |
Damn! | |
He thinks hard. Inspiration hits just before the water. Indy | |
flips his leather jacket up over his head and holds the jacket | |
out in front of him. His head is hidden by the jacket as he | |
goes under water. | |
INT. THE UNDERWATER TUNNEL - NIGHT | |
The sub enters an underwater tunnel that penetrates into the | |
cliffs. Indy is held to the periscope by his crossed legs | |
and the whip. His impromptu air bubble is working, but it's | |
a struggle to maintain it. | |
The sub begins to cut through think marine vegetation. Each | |
dangling growth pulls at Indy's body and slaps at his leather | |
bubble. Now a clump of entwined seaweed rips the leather out | |
of his hands and his bubble of air rises away. Indy hangs | |
on, holding his breath, but the vegetation gets denser. | |
Finally, it pulls him off the periscope. The sub moves on, | |
disappearing ahead. | |
Indy rises desperately through the dark water, his hand | |
outstretched. Then, almost simultaneously, hand and head hit | |
solid rock. But no air. Indy feels along the ceiling of rock. | |
Nothing. It's all submerged. | |
Indy dives, stroking deep into the tunnel. When he has | |
descended 15 feet, he grabs a vine and steadies himself. His | |
eyes search the dim roof of the tunnel. He sees his last | |
hope in the distance - a small blue circle, an air pocket. | |
He swims for it. | |
In the air pocket, Indy's head breaks the surface and smashes | |
into rock again. The pocket is only six inches deep. No | |
matter. Indy loves it. He'd like to move in. He gulps air. | |
INT. THE SUB BASE - DOCKING BAY | |
The Wurrfler has arrived at an extraordinary base built in | |
the hollow interior of the island. This chamber, with the | |
docking bay, is almost all water. A huge natural cavern, it | |
has been reinforced and enlarged by the Germans. | |
The Wurrfler sits surfaced at the dock. The Ark has been | |
unloaded and placed on a cart. Shliemann, Belloq and Marion | |
have just disembarked and been met by a Nazi contingent from | |
the base. Marion looks worse for the trip. Her white nightgown | |
is now ripped and smudged. | |
One of the greeting Nazis, a TALL CAPTAIN, salutes Shliemann | |
and Belloq. As he speaks to them, we notice that right behind | |
this group, just above a great deal of sub unloading activity, | |
Indy's whip hangs from the periscope. Working Nazis pass | |
within feet of it unaware; the Tall Captain would see it in | |
a moment if he were not so focused on the new arrivals. | |
TALL CAPTAIN | |
(to Belloq) | |
The tents have been arranged in | |
accordance with your radioed | |
instructions, sir. | |
BELLOQ | |
Good. We must take the Ark there | |
now. | |
Shliemann looks a little unhappy about this exchange, but | |
says nothing. The group moves swiftly toward the end of a | |
mine train arrangement. The train, consisting of small, | |
separate, electric-powered cars, sits on a track which | |
disappears into a tunnel cut in the rock. | |
On the turret of the Wurrfler, the Wurrfler's Captain lights | |
a cigarette as he watches the mine train disappear, then | |
returns his attention to the activity on the dock. He leans | |
idly against the periscope, his head two feet below Indy's | |
dangling whip. Something catches his eye, he yells an order | |
and climbs down from the turret to deal with the matter. We | |
hold on the whip for a long moment, until its owner's hand | |
appears and quickly reclaims it. | |
INT. TRAIN TUNNEL | |
The Ark and its entourage are moving slowly up the tight | |
dark tunnel, their way lit by intermittent lanterns. The | |
tunnel is irregular, but generally about 7 feet wide. It's | |
height varies from an average of about 7 feet to a low of | |
only about 4.5 feet at the points (every 40 feet) where | |
support beams cross the track. The result is that there is | |
only about a foot of clearance above the mine cars at those | |
points; passengers must duck to keep from being hit in the | |
head. Shliemann, looking worried, and Belloq, very excited, | |
are focused on the Ark in the car ahead. | |
SHLIEMANN | |
I am uncomfortable with the thought | |
of this - | |
(spitting it out) | |
Jewish ritual. Are you sure it's | |
necessary? | |
BELLOQ | |
(playing him) | |
Let me ask you this - Would you be | |
more comfortable opening the Ark in | |
Berlin - for the Fuhrer - and finding | |
out only then if the sacred pieces | |
of the Covenant are inside? Knowing, | |
only then, whether you have | |
accomplished your mission and obtained | |
the one, true Ark? | |
Shliemann doesn't like any of his alternatives. He looks at | |
Belloq with some suspicion as the train comes into bright | |
light. | |
INT. COMMAND CENTER | |
A second natural cavern, even bigger than the first, has | |
been worked over by the Germans into a rectangular, three- | |
story high supply center around a huge, open, center court. | |
Uniformed Nazi Soldiers are everywhere, wrangling supplies | |
and ammunition, monitoring electronic equipment. At the far | |
end of the court, a second train tunnel disappears into the | |
rock. | |
Across the open court, Belloq sees his destination: a large, | |
brilliant white silk tent has been erected in the midst of | |
all this hardware. It looks incongruous, and more than a | |
little eerie. It is the Tabernacle. | |
INT. TRAIN TUNNEL | |
Indy is making his way up the tunnel. He hears cars coming | |
from up ahead and steps into the shadows. A mine car passes | |
with several laughing Nazis. Indy continues on his way. | |
INT. THE TABERNACLE | |
The light in here is lovely, unearthly. Oil lamps burn. The | |
Tabernacle is really several concentric, silk tents, which | |
creates a flowing maze effect. The innermost tent has at its | |
center a 3-foot high, tapestry-covered altar. Belloq watches | |
with gleaming, obsessed eyes as two Nazis carefully lift the | |
actual Ark out of its crate by means of the long poles. The | |
Ark dazzles the eye, seeming to glow gold in this strange | |
light. The two Nazis place it carefully on the altar. | |
Shliemann and some Aides hang back. Marion is nowhere to be | |
seen. | |
INT. COMMAND CENTER - END OF TUNNEL | |
Indy makes a fast break from the shadows of the tunnel to | |
the protection of a high stack of supplies. He climbs the | |
back of the stack, peeks over and surveys the area. | |
WHAT HE SEES | |
In addition to the Tabernacle, the second train tunnel | |
entrance, and all the activity, Indy's glance rests | |
momentarily on a large, heavy metal door halfway down one | |
wall toward the Tabernacle. It bears the words, in German: | |
"DANGER - MUNITIONS" | |
Indy continues to scan the scene. | |
INT. THE TABERNACLE | |
In the central area with the Ark, Shliemann and the other | |
Nazis wait impatiently, eyeing the Ark with some discomfort. | |
Belloq is not visible, because at the moment he is - | |
In the folds of the Tabernacle, the silk of the tents | |
undulating around him. The light is even stranger, the scene | |
almost dreamlike. With the help of the Tall Captain, Belloq | |
lets an extraordinary, gold-embroidered, ceremonial robe | |
fall over his head and onto his body. Belloq looks | |
transported, possessed. The Tall Captain unlatches a wooden | |
case and takes from it a sturdy ivory rod about 5 feet long, | |
elaborately engraved. Belloq takes it from him, turns and | |
slips back through the silk. The Tall Captain stays in the | |
folds. | |
Back in the central area, Shliemann and the other Nazis are | |
taken aback by Belloq's appearance in the robe. They exchange | |
looks. From one knot of men there is muttering about "Juden" | |
and such, but when Belloq turns a fiery gaze on them there | |
is immediate silence. Shliemann looks uncertain in this | |
presence. | |
Belloq approaches the Ark. He stops a few feet from it and | |
begins murmuring an invocation in Hebrew. After a few moments | |
of this he advances a step and is about to place the ivory | |
rod in a notch under the lid of the Ark itself. The end of | |
the rod is an inch from the notch when - | |
Indy steps into the Tabernacle. On his shoulder is a bazooka | |
and it is aimed directly at the Ark. | |
INDY | |
Hold it. | |
(the Nazi react) | |
One move from anybody and I blow | |
that box back to Moses. | |
Shliemann makes it clear to the other Nazis that Indy is to | |
be obeyed. | |
BELLOQ | |
Jones, your persistence surprises | |
even me. You are going to give | |
mercenaries a bad name. | |
INDY | |
What about you? Talked to God yet? | |
(Belloq's eyes flash) | |
Where's the girl? | |
SHLIEMANN | |
Doctor Jones, surely you don't think | |
you can escape from this base. | |
INDY | |
That depends on how reasonable we're | |
all willing to be. All I want is the | |
girl. We'll keep possession of the | |
Ark only till we've got safe transport | |
to England. Then it's all yours. | |
SHLIEMANN | |
If we refuse? | |
INDY | |
Then the Ark and some of us are going | |
up in a big bang. I don't think Hitler | |
would like that a bit. Now I don't | |
want to talk about this anymore. | |
Show me that girl in five seconds or - | |
The Tall Captain flies out of the silk and takes Indy down | |
by the neck. The bazooka clatters across the cement floor as | |
two other Nazis help subdue Indy. The three Nazis take Indy's | |
pistol from his holster and raise him roughly in their grasp. | |
SHLIEMANN | |
Jones, this is the second time I | |
have seen you looking very foolish. | |
INDY | |
It's a bad habit. I'm trying to break | |
it. | |
Shliemann draws his Luger. | |
SHLIEMANN | |
I'll help you. This time I'll kill | |
you myself. | |
Shliemann raises the pistol. | |
BELLOQ | |
No! Not in the presence of the Ark! | |
Take him outside. | |
Shliemann eyes Belloq, then the Ark. He lowers the pistol, | |
motions for the Nazis to take Indy out ahead of him. They | |
stop a moment only when Belloq speaks. | |
BELLOQ | |
Indiana Jones, I salute you. I am | |
even a little sorry you will miss | |
this moment. | |
INDY | |
Thanks. If you talk to Him, tell Him | |
I'm on my way up. | |
Shliemann motions them out and follows. Belloq turns back to | |
the Ark, raising the ivory rod. | |
INT. COMMAND CENTER | |
Shliemann, the Tall Captain, Indy and the two Nazis holding | |
him emerge from the Tabernacle. Shliemann points to a nearby | |
wall and the group starts that way with Shliemann and the | |
Tall Captain slightly ahead. | |
INT. THE TABERNACLE | |
Belloq has the ivory rod inserted in the notch under the lid | |
of the Ark. He utters a short phrase in Hebrew and begins to | |
press down on his end of the rod. The lid of the Ark begins | |
to lift. It's difficult work. Belloq puts his whole weight | |
into one big press on his end and the lid opens two feet. | |
Inside the Ark of the Covenant is a preview of the end of | |
the world. A light so bright, a power so fearsome, a charge | |
so jolting, that there is nothing in our world to compare to | |
it. It's as though this magnificent golden box has been | |
gathering electric energy for three thousand years, waiting | |
for just this crack of the lid to release it all in one fast, | |
cleansing explosion of pure force. | |
Blinding arcs of light shoot out across the Tabernacle | |
instantly killing all the Nazis inside and turning the white | |
silk to flame. But it is Belloq in his obsession who takes | |
the full blast. His whole body seems lit by a million volt | |
current and, for a moment, his complete form is white, then | |
blue, then maybe green, but it is hard to tell because our | |
eyes are blinded now too. Two aspects of this ghastly, | |
beautiful display are somehow communicated in the chaos, | |
although the communication is subliminal. First, that Belloq, | |
in the instant of his destruction, has experienced some kind | |
of sublime, transcendental knowledge. If a death's-head can | |
smile and look satisfied, that is how Belloq's incandescent | |
face would be described. Secondly, this event is accompanied | |
by a sound like no other. A sound so intense and so odd and | |
so haunting that the suggestible among us might imagine it | |
were the whisper of God. | |
INT. COMMAND CENTER | |
Chaos. Shliemann and the Tall Captain have been temporarily | |
blinded by the light from the Tabernacle. Indy makes short | |
work of his two escorts. He bashes their heads together. | |
When only one goes down at this, Indy uses the handle of his | |
bullwhip, which has appeared instantly in his hand, to put | |
the second one down. | |
Shliemann, hand on his eyes, aims his Luger blindly at the | |
scuffle. Indy pushes the Tall Captain at Shliemann, who fires | |
on impact, killing the Tall Captain. Indy knocks out | |
Shliemann. | |
Behind Indy, the brilliant light and weird noise of the Ark | |
have suddenly ceased, but the Tabernacle is ablaze and the | |
fire has quickly spread to stacks of supplies on either side. | |
Smoke is already starting to fill the cavern. Nazis are | |
running around, yelling for firefighting water. A burning | |
crate at the side of the Tabernacle is pushed over, only to | |
knock over a drum of heavy black oil. A river of flame shoots | |
across the cement. | |
Indy grabs a rifle with bayonet from the prostrate body of | |
one of his former escorts and runs back into the flaming | |
Tabernacle. | |
INT. THE TABERNACLE | |
Indy jumps through the flames into what is now a tent of | |
fire. He looks around at the dead bodies, then at the Ark. | |
The lid has slammed down shut again and the Ark shines gold | |
in the flames. Before it, where Belloq once stood, is a pile | |
of ash and charred debris. Indy registers this, then continues | |
to scan the scene. | |
INDY | |
Marion! Marion, can you hear me? | |
Suddenly, Indy looks as - | |
The far side of the Tabernacle burns completely away, | |
revealing Marion, tied spread-eagle between two upright posts. | |
Her nightgown is now in tatters, black with soot. She is | |
gagged, but her eyes are screaming, focused on the flaming | |
river of black oil which is about to engulf her feet. | |
Indy rushes toward her, unaware of a uniformed Nazi who has | |
appeared from the flames. Marion looks up to see Indy and | |
the Nazi leveling his submachine gun at Indy. She motions | |
desperately with her eyes. Indy dives and rolls through the | |
flames just as the Nazi opens fire. From the floor, Indy | |
blasts the Nazi. | |
The river of burning oil is only a foot from Marion. | |
Indy jumps up and runs toward the bound Marion, his bayonet | |
aimed directly at her. Her wide eyes flash between the flames | |
and the shining blade. Expertly, Indy slashes down both sides | |
at Marion, cutting all four bindings. Marion falls backwards, | |
away from the flames, but before she hits the ground, Indy | |
is there, catching her in his arms. | |
They embrace. They kiss. They break. | |
INDY | |
Hi. | |
MARION | |
Oh, Indy! Thank god you're here. | |
INDY | |
Glad I could make it. | |
Indy rises, pulling her up with him. The Tabernacle is burning | |
away so fast that soon Indy and Marion will be completely | |
exposed. Indy rushes over and grabs the submachine gun and a | |
Luger from the dead Nazi. | |
INDY | |
Let's get out of here. | |
MARION | |
What about the Ark? | |
Indy stops, startled by her spunky attitude. He's considering | |
their changes. | |
INDY | |
Are you game? | |
MARION | |
Hell yes! We've made it this far. | |
INDY | |
(grins at her) | |
Okay. Let's do it. | |
They approach the altar through the dying flames, Indy | |
slinging the submachine gun over his back. The long carrying | |
poles are still in place. | |
INDY | |
Whatever you do, don't touch it. | |
Let's put it on the floor. | |
Marion nods. Each taking an end with the poles, they lift | |
the Ark from the altar and lower it to the floor. Marion | |
grunts under the weight. Indy registers this, hands her the | |
submachine gun. He pulls out his whip, motions her back, and | |
sweeps the whip tightly around the body of the Ark. The whip | |
wraps snugly around the plaiting and Indy ties it off. The | |
Ark is now harnessed to the whip handle. Indy gives it an | |
experimental pull and the Ark slides across the smooth cement. | |
Indy indicates the direction of the second train tunnel. | |
INDY | |
We'll go down that side. Shoot anyone | |
who looks at us crosseyed. | |
INT. COMMAND CENTER | |
Two huge stacks of goods are ablaze and the Nazis are having | |
trouble getting water to them. The Nazis main concern at | |
this point is an enormous, neat stack of wooden cartridge | |
boxes which are piled down the wall from one of the already | |
blazing, and now teetering, stacks of general goods. Nervous | |
Nazis are moving the heavy cartridge boxes as fast as they | |
can, but it's slow work and the threatening fire is close. | |
Indy and Marion make their way along the side of the center | |
court, Indy grimacing with the strain of pulling the Ark. | |
One Nazi stops directly in front of them, looking at them | |
queerly. Indy knocks him out with the butt of his Luger just | |
as Marion is about to fire. | |
Out in the court, Shliemann has regained his eyesight. Now | |
he crouches, scanning the scene desperately for Indy. He | |
looks into the remains of the Tabernacle and spots the empty | |
altar. Beyond it, the unoccupied posts where Marion was bound. | |
At the entrance to the second train tunnel, Indy and Marion | |
struggle to lift the Ark into a mine car. Marion has the | |
submachine gun slung over her back. The Ark drops heavily | |
into the bottom of the car. The noise attracts the attention | |
of five water-carrying Nazis. They see what's going on and | |
reach for their side-arms. Indy grabs Marion, pulls her in | |
front of him - as though to use her as a shield - and flips | |
the submachine gun, still on her back, toward the Nazis. | |
He opens fire, turning Marion's body so he can mow all five | |
down. | |
Shliemann spins around and looks at the tunnel entrance. He | |
points at Indy and Marion, who have just hopped into the | |
mine car with the Ark. | |
SHLIEMANN | |
Stop them! Kill them! | |
A dozen Nazis spin and look at the mine car. Marion is just | |
leveling the submachine gun. Indy pushes forward the throttle | |
and the mine car moves toward the tunnel, picking up speed. | |
As the Nazis raise their guns to fire, Marion and Indy both | |
open up, peppering the area with lead. As the mine car is | |
about to disappear into the tunnel - | |
INDY | |
(to Marion) | |
Get down! | |
As the car disappears, bullets pock the entrance of the | |
tunnel. Shliemann runs up with three Nazis. They jump into | |
the next mine car and take off, disappearing into the tunnel. | |
Over at the burning stack of goods, some terrified fire- | |
fighters scurry away as the burning pile of general goods | |
falls over onto the stack of cartridge boxes. The wooden | |
boxes immediately start burning. Many of the Nazis just want | |
to get out of there, but a couple of disciplined OFFICERS | |
are trying to salvage the situation. They point to the far | |
side of the court, the walls are lines with oil and gas drums. | |
OFFICER | |
We must cover the drums! Protect | |
them from the bullets! | |
INTERCUTTING INDY AND MARION WITH SHLIEMANN AND THE NAZIS | |
We see a most extraordinary pursuit. This tunnel is of | |
identical design to the first, except more twisty. This early | |
section goes slightly uphill, as though headed for the summit | |
of a rollercoaster. The low cross beams and the higher | |
sections in between are causing the Nazis to alternately | |
stand and duck in their efforts to get a clear shot at the | |
lead car. One German times it wrong and gets whacked. Indy | |
in unhappy with the speed of his car and he's right, the | |
Nazis are moving faster and gaining. When both cars are in | |
the same high section, the Nazis blast away at them. The | |
noise is deafening, with barking guns, splintering rock, and | |
twanging ricochets contributing to the din. As Marion fires | |
a return volley low over the Ark, Indy kicks at the throttle, | |
convinced it is jammed. | |
INT. COMMAND CENTER | |
The Officers are directing the placement of every moveable | |
item in front of the oil drums. Desks, crates, chairs, food, | |
all are heaped in front of the fuel. All the workers cast | |
frequent nervous glances back at the burning cartridge boxes | |
across the court. Suddenly the worst begins to happen at the | |
cartridge boxes. Hundreds of thousands of live cartridges | |
begin exploding, flying around the court like shrapnel. Hot | |
lead begins to zing off the exposed fuel drums, leaving big | |
dents. | |
INT. TRAIN TUNNEL - LONG STRAIGHTAWAY | |
The car with Indy and Marion looks almost sluggish compared | |
to the pursuing Nazi car as they both make their way into an | |
usually long straightaway. Marion discards her empty | |
submachine gun as Indy kicks at his throttle and casts a | |
worried look back at Shliemann. | |
Shliemann, sensing victory, smiles evilly and carefully takes | |
aim. Indy and Marion will be easy targets until they reach | |
that approaching low cross beam, which is the crest of the | |
rising tunnel. | |
INT. COMMAND CENTER - CLOSE ON FUEL DRUM | |
A fuel drum, already pocked by bullets is finally penetrated | |
by high velocity hot lead. It explodes in a ball of flame. | |
And then its neighbor. Then all is exploding flame. | |
INT. TRAIN TUNNEL - LONG STRAIGHTAWAY | |
Shliemann and his cohorts hear the explosions behind them | |
and look back that way. | |
Indy kicks the throttle one more time and it goes! Their car | |
doubles its speed and shoots under the low cross beam at the | |
same instant as - | |
A huge dragon of all-consuming fire shoots up the tunnel | |
behind the Nazis, catches their car and incinerates Shliemann | |
and his men. The tunnel collapses in this section, burying | |
the fried Nazis forever. | |
INT. TRAIN TUNNEL | |
Indy and Marion look back at the low cross beam as the last | |
tongue of flame makes it there and then is doused by falling | |
rock and dirt. They look at each other, then turn their | |
attention back to their own predicament. Their mine car is | |
going incredible fast as it moves into a downward section of | |
wildly twisting tunnel. | |
MARION | |
Slow it down! | |
Indy is already pulling the throttle. It moves easily. | |
Unfortunately, it is no longer attached to the motor. The | |
mine car is out of control. After several moments, far ahead, | |
appears a circle of bright daylight - the end of the tunnel! | |
It approaches at a frightening rate. Indy reaches out and | |
grasps Marion's hand. They exchange looks and then turn to | |
look ahead. | |
THEIR POV | |
We're taking this last stretch with them. It's a familiar | |
nightmare. It has to do with a rollercoaster that ends | |
suddenly and disastrously. The shocking brightness of sunlight | |
rushes up to engulf us, blinding us in its glare. | |
EXT. THE ISLAND - END OF TRACKS, DOCK | |
High up on the slope of the island, Indy and Marion's mine | |
car shoots out of the black tunnel and roars down toward a | |
little dock at the end of the tracks. | |
A small Nazi transport launch, carefully disguised as a Greek | |
fishing boat, sits bobbing by the dock. The only human: a | |
Nazi Sentry dressed as a Greek peasant. He is perched on a | |
pile of seed bags which are stacked at the very end of the | |
train tracks. As the mine car barrels noisily down toward | |
him, he throws away some burlap to reveal a mounted machine | |
gun which he spins quickly around toward the approaching | |
mine car. He opens fire. | |
In the out-of-control mine car, Indy pulls Marion down with | |
him. They are squashed into the corner trying to avoid contact | |
with the bouncing Ark. Bullets clang against the outside of | |
the car and whiz inches overhead. Indy and Marion are forced | |
into a tighter and tighter embrace of life. | |
At the machine gun post, the Nazi Sentry has been firing | |
like crazy, but now there is terror in his eyes. He realizes | |
the car is not going to stop. He lacks faith in his | |
stronghold. Too late. | |
The mine car smashes into the seed bag bunker. And right on | |
through. The Nazi Sentry, his machine gun and a dozen bursting | |
seed bags are slammed into the ocean in a wild, hurtling | |
mass. The mine car jumps, bounces and spins around, then | |
slides to a stop in a cloud of seed at the edge of the water. | |
INT. COMMAND CENTER | |
Fire. Everywhere. No sign of life. A large gaping doorway, | |
flames ringing it, blazing into the room beyond. Hanging by | |
one hinge there, its metal blasted and jagged, is a heavy | |
door with the signed lettering, in German, "DANGER - | |
MUNITIONS". | |
The first explosion happens. It's a baby compared to what's | |
coming yet it rocks the earth. It's terrible. And then, almost | |
immediately, another. The long, irregular, ever larger chain | |
of explosions begins. | |
EXT. THE ISLAND - VARIOUS SHOTS - DAY | |
The island rumbles and shakes. From fissures and small natural | |
caves, dirt and rock shoot out like spraying water. Still | |
the explosion continue. A huge chunk of white cliff falls | |
away into the turbulent sea. Birds scream and soar, afraid | |
to land. | |
Finally, we settle on a full shot of the island. We can | |
recognize that the small opening high on the slope from which | |
a cloud of smoke and dust is billowing is the end of the | |
mine tunnel. And there below it, quite small from this | |
distance is the dock. And the boat that looks like a Greek | |
fishing boat. There can be no mistake even from this far | |
away - the boat is chugging out to sea. | |
INT. THE PENTAGON - DAY | |
Indy, Brody, and Marion, looking very stylish, are seated in | |
Colonel Musgrove's huge office. Sun pours in a window, through | |
which Washington can be seen sparkling across the Potomac. | |
Everything is neat and clean and regular. Including the three | |
men who are arrayed around the office. Two we know - Col. | |
Musgrove and Maj. Eaton. The third is an unnamed Bureaucrat. | |
He hangs back, smiling and genial, his features obscured by | |
the glare of the window. He doesn't say anything, yet you | |
have a sense that the others defer to him in the matter at | |
hand. He is the essence of all that is Byzantine and | |
inscrutable in our scrubbed government machine. | |
Indy and Brody are dissatisfied with the way the meeting has | |
gone. Marion, on the other hand, is very happy and eager to | |
get out of there. Eaton's manner is irritatingly cheery. | |
MUSGROVE | |
You've done your country a great | |
service. | |
EATON | |
And we trust you found the settlement | |
satisfactory? | |
MARION | |
Quite. | |
EATON | |
Good, good. | |
(glances around at | |
the others) | |
Then I guess that about does it. | |
BRODY | |
When can we have the Ark? | |
Eaton's glance flicks over to the mysterious Bureaucrat, | |
then back to Brody. | |
EATON | |
I thought we answered that. It's | |
someplace very safe - | |
INDY | |
(heated) | |
That's a powerful force. Research | |
should be done - | |
EATON | |
Oh, it will be, Dr. Jones, I assure | |
you. We have top men working on it | |
right now. | |
INDY | |
Who? | |
EATON | |
Top men. | |
Indy exchanges a look with Brody. | |
INDY | |
We may be able to help. | |
EATON | |
We appreciate that. And we won't | |
hesitate to call on you. | |
MUSGROVE | |
(dismissing them) | |
Thank you all. Thank you again. | |
Indy looks them over coldly. He gets up, sullen. | |
EXT. PENTAGON STEPS - DAY | |
Indy, Brody and Marion emerge from the building. Brody bids | |
them farewell and moves off in another direction. Marion | |
clings to Indy's arm in an energetic, very feminine way, | |
scolding him. | |
MARION | |
Well they aren't going to tell you, | |
so why don't you just forget it. I'd | |
think you'd had enough of that damn | |
Ark. Just put your mind on something | |
else. | |
Indy stops, looking across the river, his mind occupied. | |
INDY | |
Yeah, like what? | |
Marion makes a face, then puts her arms around his neck and | |
plants a humdinger of a kiss on his mouth. It goes on a while. | |
Finally they break. | |
INDY | |
It's not the Ark... but it'll have | |
to do. | |
They move down the steps, smiling. | |
INT. GOVERNMENT WAREHOUSE | |
The Ark of the Covenant sits in a wooden crate. A wooden lid | |
comes down and hides it from view. The lid is solidly nailed | |
to the crate as we read the stenciled message on top - | |
TOP SECRET | |
ARMY INTEL. #9906753 | |
DO NOT OPEN! | |
The hammering is completed and hands shift the heavy crate | |
onto a dolly. | |
THE END CREDITS ROLL AS WE SEE - | |
A Little Old Government Warehouseman begins pushing the crated | |
Ark down as aisle. Soon we see that the aisle is formed by | |
huge stacks or crates. They come in many shapes and sizes, | |
but when it comes right down to it, they all look like the | |
one that holds the Ark. All have markings like the message | |
we've just seen. Pretty soon we're far enough and high enough | |
away from the Little Old Government Warehouseman to see that | |
this is one of the biggest rooms in the world. And it is | |
full. Crates and crates. All looking alike. All gathering | |
dust. | |
And then we notice that the Little Old Government | |
Warehouseman, pushing his new crate ahead of him, has turned | |
into another aisle and disappeared from view. | |
FADE OUT: | |
THE END | |
INDIANA JONES AND THE TEMPLE OF DOOM | |
STORY BY: | |
GEORGE LUCAS | |
SCREENPLAY BY: | |
WILLARD HUYCK | |
AND | |
GLORIA KATZ | |
TM* & (c) Lucasfilm Ltd., 1984 | |
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FADE IN: | |
1. INT. "THE DRAGON" NIGHTCLUB - NIGHT 1. | |
A Chinese GONG SOUNDS and the glittering doors of an art Deco pa- | |
poda slide open to reveal a mammoth silver stairway down which | |
rows of beautiful women start descending (BEGIN MAIN TITLES) | |
The lovely ladies are a mix of races and they sing a strange, | |
haunting melody -- one might think them a heavenly choir, if it | |
weren't for their sexy, clinging lame gowns. | |
2. INT. CLUB ENTRANCE 2. | |
From the ethereal beauties, we cut to a street urchin's dirty | |
face: SHORT ROUND is a ten-year-old Chinese kis wearing a beat- | |
up American baseball cap. | |
Sneaking into the club, Short Round weaves past the fancy gowns | |
and silk suits, heading toward the music in the main ballroom. | |
3. INT. THE BALLROOM 3. | |
Short Round enters and stares across the smoky nightclub. On the | |
stage, he sees a giant paper-mache dragon laying curled around | |
the pagoda. | |
Now, the dragon's eyes light up, its nostrils exhale smoke and | |
its enormous jaws open. Out of the dragon's mouth walks the star | |
of the stage show: | |
WILLIE SCOTT, a dreamy beauty singing a sultry solo white the or- | |
chestra wails the accompaniment. | |
But Short Round's not here to ogle crooning dames. He surveys | |
the rich Chinese, American and European revelers. Jewels flash | |
and champagne flows. Short Round finally spots a table of | |
somber-looking Chinese men in suits. | |
Short Round chews gum and stares at the men. Then he turns to | |
go. WU HAN, a waiter with a scar across his cheek, watches Short | |
Round leave. | |
4. INT. CLUB ENTRANCE 4. | |
As Short Round hurries toward the exit, he bumps into a man in a | |
tuxedo entering the club. Short Round looks up at the man, but | |
we don't see his face. | |
Then Short Round is grabbed by the scruff of his neck and a door- | |
man hustles him out the door, Short Round yelling insults all the | |
way. | |
A maitre d' apologizes to the man in the tuxedo and two hat-check | |
girls smile at him familiarly as he continues into the ballroom. | |
We notice something incongruous: the man in the tuxedo is wear- | |
ing work boots caked with mud. | |
5. INT. THE BALLROOM 5. | |
The man in the tuxedo stops to watch Willie Scott singing sexily | |
on the stage. Then he looks around and sees the table of somber | |
Chinese men that Short Round spotted earlier. | |
As the man in the tuxedo walks toward the table, he removes a | |
cigarette from a silver case. He arrives at the table just as | |
the chorus and orchestra reach a crescendo -- | |
And on the stage, a glistening, muscular slave swings a huge ham- | |
mer toward an enormous brass gong -- | |
The man in the tuxedo leans to receive a light from a cigarette- | |
girl and, as the GONG BOOMS, the match flares to reveal his face | |
for the first time: | |
It's INDIANA JONES. Elegant in a tuxedo -- dressed to kill. The | |
TITLES END and over this a legend appears on the screen: | |
SHANGHAI - 1935 | |
At the table, the four Chinese man in suits stare coldly at Indi- | |
ana. | |
LAO | |
Dr. Jones. | |
INDIANA | |
Lao She. | |
LAO | |
Nee chin lie how ma? | |
Lao's men laugh and assume that Indy doesn't understand his joke. | |
INDIANA | |
Wah hung how, nee nah? Wah hwey | |
hung jing chee jah loo nee kao | |
soo wah shu shu. | |
LAO SHE looks angry and his men's smiles fade. | |
LAO | |
You never told me you spoke my | |
language, Dr. Jones. | |
INDIANA | |
I don't like to show off. | |
Indiana takes a seat across the table from Shanghai's notorious | |
crime-lord. Lao is fifty, wealthy enough to now display some | |
fat, but still muscular from his fight to the top of the garbage | |
heap. | |
LAO | |
For this special occasion, I | |
ordered champagne and caviar. | |
Indiana looks at the pile of caviar on the plate in front of him | |
-- and stubs his cigarette out in it. The cigarette sizzles and | |
Lao's smiles dies with it. | |
There's applause as Wille Scott finishes her song. At the | |
table, Lao stares at Indiana with a strange intensity. | |
LAO | |
So, it is true, Dr. Jones? you | |
found Nurhachi? | |
INDIANA | |
Sure, I found him. Then last | |
night I had a little trouble. | |
Somebody tried to slit my throat. | |
Indiana looks across the table at Lao's son, CHEN, who resembles | |
a bulldog and snarls like one now. | |
INDIANA (Cont'd) | |
It was dark, but I think one of | |
your sons tried to get Nurhachi | |
without paying for him. | |
Indy stares pointedly at Chen's recently bandaged hand. Chen | |
mutters and stands angrily -- Lao barks a command in Chinese and | |
Chen sits down again. | |
LAO | |
You have insulted my son. | |
INDIANA | |
Next time I'll cut off more than | |
his finger. | |
LAO | |
Dr. Jones -- I want Nurhachi. | |
Lao pulls a wad of cash out of his pocket and puts it on the | |
table. Indiana glances at it. | |
INDIANA | |
As I recall the deal was consid- | |
erably more. | |
Now a pretty hand slips onto Lao's shoulder and he looks up to | |
see Willie Scott. Lao kisses her hand. Willie is unaware of the | |
explosive mood at the table and she smiles flirtaciously at Indi- | |
ana. | |
WILLIE | |
(to Lao) | |
Aren't you going to introduce | |
us? | |
LAO | |
This is Willie Scott. | |
(watching Indy) | |
And this is Indiana Jones, the | |
famous archaeologist. | |
Willie sits down between Lao and Indy. She takes out a small | |
mirror to check her make-up. | |
LAO (Cont'd) | |
Dr. Jones found Nurhachi for me | |
and is about to deliver him -- | |
now. | |
Lao nods across the table and Indy sees KAO KAN, Lao's second | |
son, open his coat and remove a silver-plated pistol. Indiana | |
looks worried. Willie doesn't notice as she fixes her make-up | |
and coyly teases Indiana. | |
WILLIE | |
Well -- I thought archaeologists | |
were always funny little men | |
searching for their mummies -- | |
(yelping) | |
Aaahhh! | |
She looks down terrified at the knife Indy is poking against her | |
ribs. | |
WILLE (Cont'd) | |
I was only kidding, can't you | |
take a joke -- ? | |
(to Lao) | |
Lao, he's got a knife! | |
INDIANA | |
Put the gun away, sonny. | |
Kao Kan glances at his father. Lao finally nods to his son and | |
he slips the pistol back into his pocket. | |
INDIANA | |
Now I suggest you pay me what you | |
promised -- or your girlfriend | |
here is going to be squealing a | |
new tune. | |
The ritzy patrons at the tables nearby are unaware of the tawdry | |
drama quietly unfolding at this table. | |
Willie eyes the blade and whimpers. She looks imploringly at Lao | |
and he slowly reaches into his pocket. He puts ten gold coins | |
next to the cash on the table. | |
Indy leans forward to look at the gold coins -- so intently that | |
he fails to notice Kao Kan spilling some powder into Indy's cham- | |
pagne glass! | |
INDIANA | |
Try again Lao -- the deal was | |
more. | |
The knife pokes Willie and she whimpers again. Lao reaches into | |
another pocket and brings out a folded piece of rice paper -- he | |
opens it and a large diamond and ruby spill out onto the table. | |
INDIANA (Cont'd) | |
Bingo...you see, Lao, with a | |
but of persuasion, even you can | |
be an honest fellow. | |
Indy smiles and jabs the knife into the middle of the table. | |
Then he lifts his champagne glass in a toast to Lao -- who | |
watches expectantly as Indiana moves the glass toward his lips -- | |
Suddenly Willie stands angrily, jostling Indy's arm so that he | |
doesn't drink his champagne. | |
WILLIE | |
Look at this! He put a hole | |
in my dress from Paris! | |
Lao sees Indy put his champagne glass down and he snarls at Wil- | |
lie -- | |
LAO | |
Sit down! | |
Willie quickly obeys. Lao forces a smile at Indy and lifts his | |
glass to seal the deal -- | |
LAO (Cont'd) | |
To your health, Dr. Jones. | |
Lao sips hs champagne and watches hopefully as Indy picks up his | |
glass and this time Indy does drink the champagne. Then he | |
reaches for the cash -- | |
But Chen grins and puts a silver snuff bottle next to the cash, | |
gold and jewels -- he tips the little bottle over and some white | |
powder spills out of it -- | |
INDIANA | |
What's that? | |
LAO | |
A bonus, Dr. Jones. That is | |
poison. You just drank the | |
rest of it. | |
Indiana examines his champagne glass and sees a residue at the | |
bottom of it. He swallows and feels sick, wondering it it's fear | |
or the poison already taking effect. | |
LAO (Cont'd) | |
There is an antidote for this | |
poison. You give me Nurhachi -- | |
I give you the antidote. | |
Indiana is sweating. Willie looks at him and sees Indy's hand | |
shaking. | |
LAO (Cont'd) | |
The poison works fast, Dr. Jones. | |
Where is Nurhachi? | |
Indiana finally reaches into his pocket. Next to the cash, gold, | |
jewels and poison, Indiana sets down a beautiful small box. Lao | |
and his men stare hypnotically at the exquisite gold and enamel | |
box. | |
WILLIE | |
(nervously) | |
This Nurhachi's a very small guy. | |
Nobody pays any attention to her as Lao reaches for the box. | |
INDIANA | |
Inside are the remains of Nur- | |
hachi -- the first Emperor of the | |
Manchu Dynasty. | |
Lao opens the box carefully and stares reverently at the grey | |
powder inside. | |
INDIANA (Cont'd) | |
Now what about the antidote, | |
Lao. | |
LAO | |
(holding the box) | |
At last I have the ashes of my | |
sacred ancestor! | |
WILLIE | |
So, what's the big deal? Let | |
me see it -- | |
Qillie grabs Lao's arm and some of the precious ashes spill out | |
of the gold box. Stunned by this desecration of his ancestor, | |
Lao grabs Willie by the wrist and twists her arm -- | |
LAO | |
You fool! | |
WILLIE | |
Ow, you're hurting me, you miser- | |
able little hood! | |
INDIANA | |
Let go of her, Lao. And give me | |
the antidote. | |
Lao just laughs evilly -- until a waiter moves up behind Lao and | |
the crimelord suddenly stiffens. He lets go of Willie's wrist | |
and raises his hands off the table. Chen stops collecting the | |
money and jewels. | |
Kao Kan tenses and Indy smiles at Wu Han, the Chinese waiter with | |
the scar, who is standing behind Lao. Wu Han has a towel over | |
his hand -- under it, he has a pistol pressed against Lao's | |
spine. | |
INDIANA (Cont'd) | |
(smiling at Wu Han) | |
I like the service here. | |
WILLIE | |
(puzzled) | |
Hey, he's not a waiter... | |
INDIANA | |
No, Wu Han's an old friend I | |
brought along. | |
(to Lao) | |
So, the game's not over. Put | |
the antidote on the table, Lao. | |
Lao carefully reaches into his pocket and puts a small glass vial | |
of liquid next to the cash, gold, jewels, poison and sacred box. | |
Indy looks relieved as he reaches for the vial of antidote -- | |
then he hears a muffled report! And another! | |
Wu Han groans and sways. Indy starts to stand but Chen immedi- | |
ately turns the smoking pistol with the silencer that he used to | |
kill Wu Han -- Indy sees it pointed at him now and he remains in | |
his seat. | |
Kao Kan stands and grabs Wu Han, easing the phoney waiter into | |
the chair he just vacated. The muffled shooting hasn't attracted | |
any attention. The nightclub activity continues an Indy speaks | |
emotionally to his dying friend. | |
INDIANA | |
Wu Han -- listen to me -- I'm | |
going to get you out of here. | |
In pain, Wu Han looks at Indy and struggles to speak -- | |
WU HAN | |
Not this time, my friend... | |
(smiling bravely) | |
I followed you on many adventures -- | |
but into the great Unknown Mystery, | |
I go first, Indy... | |
Wu Han dies and slumps forward. Indiana is shattered by the | |
death of his old friend. | |
LAO | |
Don't be sad, Dr. Jones -- you | |
will soon join him. | |
Indy's gaze shifts from his dead friend to Lao's sneering face. | |
Then Indy sees the murderous Chen giggling perversely. Indy's | |
anger is compounded by the poison burning in his gut and his vis- | |
ion of Chen's ugly face blurs into a double image -- | |
Indy stands up unsteadily. Chen assumes he's about to keel over | |
from the poison -- but Indy suddenly turns and grabs a real wai- | |
ter at another table. The waiter holds a long skewer of roasted | |
pigeons that he's just set afire -- | |
Indy grabs the skewer of pigeons flambee and hurls is across the | |
table! Chen fires and misses -- and screams as the skewer stabs | |
into his chest and the burning pigeons flame in front of his hor- | |
rified face! | |
This the other tables definitely notice. There are screams and | |
all hell breaks loose. Indiana shoves past Willie and reaches | |
for the vial on the table -- | |
INDIANA | |
The antidote -- ! | |
But he's grabbed from behind by Kao Kan. Indy elbows the punk, | |
reaches back and grabs his head -- and somersaults Kao Kan onto | |
the table! | |
As nubmer two son crashes into the table, the impact sends the | |
Emperor Nurhachi's ashes billowing into Lao's stricken face! | |
Indiana yells as he sees the vial of antidote rolling across the | |
table -- and falling! | |
Indiana dives and catches the antidote just before it hits the | |
floor -- then Indy's hand is brutally stomped on by one of Lao's | |
henchmen and the vial rolls away. | |
Indiana angrily raises his head, smashing it up into the hench- | |
man's groin -- the man howls like a banshee and hobbles away. | |
Meanwhile, Willie watches Lao grabbing for cash from the table. | |
Willie lunges past the pigeon-skewered Chen to snatch the jewels, | |
but unfortunately Kao Kan knocks them off the table as he leaps | |
to attack Indy. | |
Indiana scrambles on his hands and knees after the rolling vial. | |
People keep kicking it -- he almost has it when Willie runs into | |
him, trips and lands on her back. | |
INDIANA | |
Look out, damn it, I need that | |
antidote! | |
WILLIE | |
Who cares? Where's that diamond! | |
Gunfire explodes and they both scramble in different directions. | |
Indy dives through the fleeing nightclub patrons and slides be- | |
hind a water-spewing fountain. Water kicks up as Indy is shot at | |
by Lao and his henchmen. | |
Indy sees the vial of antidote kicked again and it spins across | |
the marble floor -- feeling the poison, Indy shakes his head | |
groddily and splashes water on his face. | |
Meanwhile, Willie is chasing her diamond, shoving through the | |
panicked crowd. She spots the diamond! Another elegantly | |
dresses soman is bending to pick it up -- | |
WILLIE | |
(acidly polite) | |
Excuse me, but I believe that's | |
my diamond! | |
Willie smiles and suddenly kicks the woman in the butt! Willie | |
reaches to get the diamond but not before the other woman tackles | |
her. | |
Behind the fountain, Indiana makes a break -- he runs and dives | |
on top of a serving cart. The wheeled cart hurtles toward an un- | |
suspecting gunman, crashes into him from behind and sends him | |
flying head first into a row of ice buckets. | |
Nearby, Willie slugs the other lady in the jaw and grabs for the | |
elusive diamond just as the ice buckets showers ice across the | |
floor -- which camouflages the diamond! | |
WILLIE | |
Aw nuts! | |
Searching desperately for the jewel, Willie sees the vial of | |
antidote spinning across the floor --as it slides by, she grabs | |
it. | |
INDIANA (O.S.) | |
Hey,doll! Don't move! | |
She sees Indy speeding by atop the serving cart. Lao and his | |
gunmen rush out to block the way. Indy rolls off the cart and | |
slides behind a potted palm as Lao's men open fire again. | |
INDIANA (Cont'd) | |
(shouting to Willie) | |
Hey, don't go away! I need that! | |
Willie smiles meanly as she slips the vial down the front of her | |
dress, thumbs her nose at Indiana and walks away. | |
INDIANA (Cont'd) | |
If I wasn't dying, I'd kill her... | |
Hiding behind the palm tree, Indiana looks around and spots a gi- | |
ant statue at the side of the stage. Indy makes a break for it. | |
As the gunmen open fire, Indy springs onto a chair -- jumps onto | |
a table -- and leaps onto the stage. He grabs the golden broad- | |
sword from the Chinese warrior statue! | |
As bullets smash into the statue, Indiana hides behind it. Then | |
he jumps out and swings the large sword toward the enormous brass | |
gong. | |
The crimson cord holding the gong is SLASHED! Indy slings the | |
sword at his assailants and gives the three-meter-high gong a | |
helpful shove -- | |
The giant gong rolls and echoes as it crashes down the marble | |
steps. Indiana ducks behind it as it gains momentum and rolls | |
across the dance floor. | |
Using the gong as an enormous shield, Indy evades the gunfire ex- | |
ploding -- bullets ricochet off the rolling brass gong as Indy | |
runs behind it. | |
Ahead, Willie hurries toward an exit -- she hears something and | |
turns -- her eyes go wide as she sees the mammoth gong bearing | |
down on her! | |
Willie yells as Indiana grabs her arm and pulls her behind the | |
gong with him -- | |
Lao watches amazed as he and his gunmen dodge tables trying to | |
get better firing positions -- and more henchmen come into the | |
club now and start firing machine guns! | |
As bullets clang against the gong, Indiana and Willie run behind | |
it. Willie hollers as they head directly for a towering, floor- | |
to-ceiling window! | |
Indiana grabs Willie around the waist and, after the huge gong | |
crashes through the stained-glass window, they both fly after it! | |
6. EXT. "THE DRAGON" NIGHTCLUB - NIGHT 6. | |
In a shower of sparkling glass, the enormous gong sails out and | |
crashes down a sloping green-tiled roof. Indiana Jones and Wil- | |
lie Scott hurtle into the night air after it! | |
The gong rolls down the roof and they hit the tiles behind it, | |
Indiana holding onto Willie as they roll one-over-the-other | |
toward the edge -- Willie screams as they fall into thin air! | |
Their entwined bodies plummet three stories: ripping through a | |
third-floor awning, crashing through an old man's mattress on a | |
second-floor balcony -- | |
Finally they smash through the convertible top of a parked Duesen- | |
berg and fall into the back seat! | |
7. INT. THE DUESENBERG 7. | |
Willie sits up wide-eyed, speechless and amazed to be alive. | |
Then she sees an equally astonished Short Round looking at them | |
from the front seat. | |
SHORT ROUND | |
Wow! Holy smoke! Crash landing! | |
INDIANA | |
Step on it, Short Round! | |
SHORT ROUND | |
Okey doke, Indy! Hold onto your | |
potatoes! | |
The twelve-year-old Chinese kid turns his baseball cap bill- | |
backwards and steps on the gas! The tires squeal as the car | |
roars off -- | |
WILLIE | |
For crying out loud, a kid's driv- | |
ing the car?! | |
INDIANA | |
Relax, I've been giving him lessons. | |
8. EXT. THE NIGHTCLUB - NIGHT 8. | |
The Duesenberg races past the entrace to the nightclub as Lao | |
and his man rush out and jump into two black sedans. The sedans | |
screech off in pursuit of the Duesenberg. | |
9. INT. THE DUESENBERG 9. | |
As Short Round eagerly swerves around a corner, Willie holds on | |
for dear life. Indiana suddenly puts his hand down the front of | |
Willie's dress -- | |
WILLIE | |
Listen, we just met for crissake! | |
I'm not that kind of gril! | |
INDIANA | |
Don't get your hopes up -- where's | |
the antidote? | |
Indiana withdraws his hand, having finally found the vial. He | |
opens is quickly, tips the vial to his lips and grimaces as he | |
swallows the stuff. | |
WILLIE | |
You don't look very good. | |
INDIANA | |
Poison never agrees with me. | |
(shouting forward) | |
Pull a right, Short Round, and | |
head for the Wang Poo bridge! | |
SHORT ROUND | |
Check! Gotcha! | |
As the car accelerates, Indy peers out the back window at their | |
pursuers. Willie notices her reflection in the side window -- | |
WILLIE | |
Look at what you've done to me! | |
I'm a mess! My lipstick's smeared, | |
I broke two nails, I've got an aw- | |
ful run in my stocking -- ! | |
Gunfire suddenly explodes, bullets whizz through the canvas top | |
and the rear window shatters and sprays glass! Willie ducks and | |
cringes terrified in the corner -- | |
INDIANA | |
Somehow I think you've got bigger | |
problems. | |
Indy grabs his shoulder bag and pulls a pistol out of it. He | |
pokes the gun through the broken window and starts firing back at | |
their pursuers -- then he turns and looks ahead. | |
INDIANA (Cont'd) | |
There, Shorty! Through the | |
tunnel! | |
Through the windows we see the car racing into a tunnel. Lights | |
from the pursuing cars flash through the rear window and gunfire | |
echoes in the tunnel. | |
WILLIE | |
What're we going to do?! Where're | |
we going?! | |
INDIANA | |
The airport...No, look out, | |
Short Round! Left, left! | |
Indy reaches over the front seat and helps Short Round navigate. | |
10. EXT. A SHANGHAI SQUARE - NIGHT 10. | |
The Duesenberg tears around the square, followed by Lao's two se- | |
dans. People on the street dive for cover -- coolies pulling | |
rickshaws go into hyper-jov --lanterns spanning the street crash | |
down and are dragged behind the Duesenberg. Bullets exlode and | |
amazed prostitutes watch the cars zoom past. | |
11. INT. THE DUESENBERG - NIGHT 11. | |
The chaotic chase continues -- bullets whine past and the shred- | |
ded convertible top whips in the wind. | |
INDIANA | |
(shouting) | |
You got the tickets, Short Round? | |
SHORT ROUND | |
Sure, Indy -- three tickets! | |
You, me and Wu Han -- | |
Shorty throws an envelope back and Indy looks at the three | |
tickets. | |
INDIANA | |
(sadly) | |
Wu Han's not coming, Shorty. | |
Unaware of what happened at the club, Short Round thinks a mo- | |
ment. | |
SHORT ROUND | |
Don't worry, Indy. Short Round | |
number one bodyguard now! | |
Willie reaches for the extra ticket. | |
WILLIE | |
I'll take the extra ticket. | |
(grabbing it | |
from Indy) | |
Where's this plane going anyway? | |
INDIANA | |
Siam. | |
WILLIE | |
Siam? But I'm not dressed for | |
Siam... | |
12. EXT. COUNTRY HIGHWAY - NIGHT 12. | |
Leaving behind the squalid port, the Duesenberg flies along the | |
highway through the trees. In a moment, Lao's two sedans race | |
by. | |
13. EXT. NANG TAO AIRFIELD - NIGHT 13. | |
The Duesenberg swings around a curve and skids through gravel to- | |
ward the airfield. In the distance there is a small terminal but | |
Short Round wheels the car toward the cargo area -- | |
A two-engine passenger plane is revving its motors and the last | |
passengers are boarding. The Duesenberg squeals to a stop and | |
Indy jumps out with Willie and Short Round right on his heels. | |
A contingent of airport Military Police move to bar their way | |
until WEBER, a heavy-set Englishman, runs up pufffing and shout- | |
ing. | |
WEBER | |
No, no, they're all right! | |
Let them through please. | |
INDIANA | |
Thanks, Weber. | |
WEBER | |
Dr. Jones, this is positively the | |
last time our airline can hold a | |
plane for you. Now you must hurry! | |
While Short Round grabs a small bag out of the car, Weber and a | |
stewardess take their tickets and rush them all toward the air- | |
plane. | |
Meanwhile, the two sedans skid to a stop and Lao and his son Kao | |
Kan jumpsout with their henchmen. The puzzled military police | |
advance on them usspiciously -- | |
Realizing he's outnumbered, Lao instructs his men to stay back | |
and to put away their weapons. | |
14. EXT. THE AIRPLANE 14. | |
Willie and Short Round charge up the ladder and onto the plane. | |
Indy pauses at the top of the steps to give Lao a cocky farewell | |
salute. Indy boards the plane and the co-pilot slams the door. | |
15. EXT. THE AIRFIELD 15. | |
The plane starts taxiing. By the cars, Lao is buffeted by the | |
prop wash as he angrily watches the plane roll away. Behind Lao, | |
his son, Kao Kan, stares at the plane taking off -- a look on Kao | |
Kan's face indicates that he hasn't given up yet... | |
The plane lifts off the airfield, silhouetted against the clouds | |
and the first light of dawn. | |
CUT TO: | |
16. EXT. THE DKY - MORNING 16. | |
The sun flashes above the horizon and the plane banks through | |
white billowing clouds at it heads west. | |
17. INT. THE PLANE 17. | |
A door opens at the rear of the plane and Indiana Jones exits | |
wearing more familiar attire: a beat-up leather jacket over a | |
khaki shirt and a snap-brim hat. He passes a dozen passengers as | |
he moves up the aisle carrying his rolled-up tuzedo. | |
In the first row, Willie is busy fixing her make-up. Shorty sits | |
in the seat across the aisle from her. Indy comes up and drops | |
his tuxedo onto the floor. | |
Willie sees him hook his coiled bullwhip over a coat-peg. | |
WILLIE | |
So, what're you supposed to be, | |
a lion tamer? | |
INDIANA | |
Since I was nice enough to let | |
you tag along, why don't you give | |
your mouth a rest? Okay, doll? | |
Indy pats her leg -- she removes his hand and reaches down and | |
picks up his tuxedo coat. She slips it on. | |
WILLIE | |
I'm freezing. What do you mean, | |
tag along? From the minute you | |
walked into that nightclub, you | |
haven't been able to keep your | |
eyes off me. | |
INDIANA | |
Oh yeah? | |
He smiles and tips his hat down over his eyes to go to sleep... | |
18. INT. THE COCKPIT 18. | |
At the same moment, the Chinese co-pilot tips his hat up off his | |
eyes -- and looks scared to death! He exclaims in Chinese -- | |
CO-PILOT (*subtitled*) | |
Good lord! | |
He and the pilot see two biplanes materialize out of the clouds | |
and dive directly toward them! Suddenly, machine gunfire erupts! | |
PILOT (*subtitled) | |
Dive for the clouds! Dive! | |
19. EXT. THE SKY - DAY 19. | |
The DC-3 banks into the clouds as the two biplanes attack. In | |
the back seat of the first biplane, we see Kao Kan watching the | |
DC-3 like a hawk about to bring down a sparrow. | |
20. INT. THE COCKPIT 20. | |
The biplanes swoop past both sides of the plane and bursts of | |
gunfire rip along the fuselage. | |
CO-PILOT (*subtitled) | |
They hit a fuel line! | |
PILOT (*subtitled*) | |
Reduce speed -- get everyone out | |
of the plane! | |
21 INT. THE PASSENGER CABIN 21. | |
As the air battle rages, the passengers are tossed about and some | |
start screaming. Short Round peers out a window. | |
SHORT ROUND | |
Lao send planes to kill Indy! | |
Willie shakes Indy's arm but he continues snoring under his hat. | |
WILLIE | |
Wake up! It's the drug he drank | |
to stop the poison -- | |
The cockpit door bursts open and the Chinese co-pilot exits to | |
make an announcement -- he smiles and speaks in CHINESE, then he | |
smiles and speaks in FRENCH -- | |
Willie looks lost until the Chinese co-pilot smiles again and | |
speaks in ENGLISH -- | |
CO-PILOT | |
Please to remain calm. We start | |
passing out parachutes now -- | |
The co-pilot hurries toward the rear. Willie looks petrified as | |
a stewardess rushes up and hands her a parachute. | |
WILLIE | |
You got to be kidding! No! No, | |
I can't! | |
The pilot hurries out of the cockpit and grabs his parachute as | |
he heads toward the back. | |
WILLIE (Cont'd) | |
Wait -- who's flying the plane?! | |
She opens the door to the cockpit -- | |
WILLIE (Cont'd) | |
Nobody's flying the plane ... | |
22. EXT. THE SKY - DAY 22. | |
The DC-3 smokes through the clouds. Passengers are bailing out | |
-- parachutes billowing. As one of the fighters swoops through | |
the parachutes, Kao Kan searches the faces -- then he points at | |
the DC-3. | |
KAO KAN | |
(into the radio) | |
Jones! Indiana Jones! | |
The two planes roar off and start strafing the DC-3 again. | |
23. INT. THE PASSENGER CABIN 23. | |
The co-pilot has a parachute on and is trying to get Short Round | |
into one. | |
CO-PILOT | |
Put it on! What's wrong with | |
you? You've got to jump! | |
SHORT ROUND | |
No, can't leave Indy! | |
Short Round suddenly butts the co-pilot in the stomach with his | |
head. The co-pilot yells and falls out the door. Short Round | |
sees the co-pilot's parachute billow. Then Willie rushes up. | |
WILLIE | |
Give me that parachute, I | |
changed my mind -- | |
She grabs the parachute and starts to fight Shorty over it-- | |
SHORT ROUND | |
No, this last one! It's for Indy! | |
They scuffle until the parachute skids across the floor. Short | |
Round jumps for it -- the parachute falls out the door and Short | |
Round starts to fall out after it! | |
Willie grabs him by the seat of his pants and hauls him back from | |
the abyss! | |
24. EXT. THE SKY - DAY 24. | |
The fighters peel off toward the DC-3 with their guns flaming in | |
another attack. | |
25. INT. THE PASSENGER CABIN 25. | |
Short Round tries to wake Indy again. Finally, Shorty grabs | |
Indy's bag, pulls his holster out of it and runs toward the back. | |
Indy continues to sleep -- until bullets smash the window by his | |
head and a fire extinguisher is hit and starts spraying into | |
Indy's face. | |
He finally awakens and jumps up. He looks around is disbelief at | |
the battle-torn, nearly-empty airplane. | |
INDIANA | |
(groggily) | |
We there yet? | |
Indiana sees Shorty shooting his pistol out the side door as the | |
planes swoop by again. Out of ammo, Shorty throws the gun | |
angrily at the passing plane. | |
Indiana picks up his whip and attaches it to his belt as Willie | |
runs over to him. | |
WILLIE | |
There's nobody flying the plane! | |
26. INT. THE COCKPIT 26. | |
The door flies open and Indy rushes in with Willie behind him. | |
Indy appraises the situation quickly and jumps into the pilot's | |
seat with total confidence -- | |
WILLIE (Cont'd) | |
You know how to fly? | |
Indy surveys the control panels, the myraid of dials and switches -- | |
INDIANA | |
No. | |
(hopefully) | |
Do you? | |
27. INT. THE PASSENGER CABIN 27. | |
Willie runs screaming out of the cockpit, her last hope shatter- | |
ed. Shorty is pulling something out of the cargo compartment -- | |
he's found a machine gun and sets it up on a short tripod. | |
SHORT ROUND | |
Come here, lady, hold this and | |
shut up please! | |
He pulls Willie down to the floor and shoves her the ammunition | |
belt that's draped toward the gun. Then Shorty jumps behind the | |
machine gun -- | |
As the first fighter appears off their side, Short Round blasts | |
out the open door! The machine gun explodes to life, chewing | |
bullets, smoking and spitting shells at Willie -- | |
Willie hollers terrified by manages to feed the ammo belt as | |
Short Round sights the blazing machine gun -- suddenly he shoops! | |
Willie sees the fighter hit -- it smokes and veers away -- and | |
then EXPLODES! | |
SHORT ROUND | |
I get it! | |
WILLIE | |
You got it! | |
The second plane swoops down and Short Round blasts away. This | |
time as he swivels the gun, he misses and hits one of the DC-3's | |
own engines and it explodes! | |
SHORT ROUND | |
Oh oh -- big mistake! | |
28. INT. THE COCKPIT 28. | |
Trying to figure out the controls, Indy looks up to see their en- | |
gine explose into flames -- | |
INDIANA | |
(angrily) | |
Short Round, what in the hell | |
are you doing? | |
Suddenly the DC-3 emerges out of a cloud and Indy sees they are | |
headed directly for a mountain! He pulls back hard on the con- | |
trols as a rocky peak looms lethally in front of them. | |
29. EXT. THE SKY - DAY 29. | |
The DC-3 lifts at the last second and smashes some snow off the | |
uppermost pinnacle as it clears the mountain by inches! | |
Kao Kan's fighter is glued to the DC-3's tail and continues to | |
strafe -- but the fighter pilot pulls up too late -- and the | |
fighter explodes as it hits the peak of the mountain! | |
30. INT. THE PASSENGER CABIN 30. | |
Indy rushes out of the smoking cockpit to find Willie and Short | |
Round crawling out from under the debris that's fallen on them. | |
Then Indy spots something in the wreckage -- | |
He pulls at some yellow canvas and Willie sees as sign: EMERGENCY | |
LIFE RAFT. Indy drags the folded canvas over to the open door. | |
WILLIE | |
Are you crazy, a lift raft?! We're | |
not sinking, we're crashing! | |
INDIANA | |
Get over here, damn it! Short Round, | |
come on, grab onto me tight! | |
Willie sees Short Round rush over to Indiana and grab him around | |
the waist from behind. Willie finally jumps up and runs over -- | |
WILLIE | |
Wait for me! | |
She throws her arms around Indy's neck so that she and Shorty are | |
both hugging him from behind. Indy clutches the folded lift raft | |
in front of him and surveys the mountainside rushing close be- | |
neath the skinking airplane -- | |
Finally, an instant before the plane will hit, Indy dives and | |
pulls the inflation cord! | |
31. EXT. THE SKY 31. | |
As the smoking DC-3 screams out of control toward the mountain, | |
skimming the rocky snow-covered slopes, we see the lift raft | |
spilling out the open door -- | |
The raft pops into its full shape, acting now as a spoiler, soar- | |
ing against the rushing wind and finally crashing and bouncing | |
against the snowy mountainside. | |
In the distance, we see the DC-3 finally kiss the earth and ex- | |
plode in a cloud of flame against a rocky escarpment -- metal and | |
earth mushrooming in a million directions! | |
32. EXT. THE MOUNTAINSIDE 32. | |
As the raft rockets down the snow, Indiana clutches the front and | |
Willie and Short Round hold on for dear life on either side of | |
him. | |
The raft plummets down the mountain, crossing the timber-line and | |
entering a forest. Bouncing over a snow-hidden log, the raft | |
shoots directly for a tree -- | |
Indiana pulls on the perimeter rope, rolls on his side and man- | |
ages to swerve the raft so it caroms offthe snow-drifted side of | |
the tree trunk. | |
Continuing its downhill run, the raft smashes across a small | |
steam, sending silvery water spraying. | |
As the raft skids below the snow-level, it starts bouncing over | |
rocky ground and its three passengers' teeth start chattering. | |
33. EXT. A BLUFF 33. | |
The yellow raft crashes through a tangle of bushes and then plum- | |
mets toward a bluff! The raft goes airborne over a small bluff | |
and lands with a splash in a slow-moving river. | |
34. EXT. THE RIVER 34. | |
The life raft drifts down the river and Indy looks around and | |
smiles cockily at Willie and Short Round -- | |
Their faces don't show gratitude, but horror -- Indy hears some- | |
thing and turns to see: | |
35. EXT. WHITE WATER RAPIDS 35. | |
The raft is heading directly toward a surging stretch of treach- | |
erous rapids. Indiana looks less cocky as he and Willie and | |
Short Round hold on again for dear life! | |
The raft plunges into the roaring torrent, bouncing over rock- | |
swollen waves, twisting and spinning through narrow gaps. The | |
three helpless passengers are drenched in the thundering cascades | |
of white water. | |
Willie is hallering, Short Round hangs on wide-eyed and even Indy | |
looks terrified as the raft crashes down the rapids. Finally, | |
after one heart-stopping bounce, the raft seems to slow. | |
36. EXT. RIVER CLEARING 36. | |
The raft drifts out of the main part of the river and glides to- | |
ward a clearing. Its three soaked and bedraggled passengers lie | |
motionless in the bottom. | |
Indy's hand drags alongside the raft, his fingers leaving a trail | |
in the almost still water. Battered and exhausted, but always | |
Indy's "bodyguard", Shorty looks over at him worriedly -- | |
SHORT ROUND | |
Indy? | |
INDIANA | |
Okay, Shorty. | |
Indy looks over at Willie who is moaning. | |
INDIANA (Cont'd) | |
You all right? | |
WILLIE | |
No... I'm not cut out for the | |
kind of life you lead. | |
(moaning) | |
Oh no...I ripped my dress. Where | |
are we anyway? | |
The raft floats to a gentle stop -- we see it nudge against a | |
pair of dark feet. Indy squints up into the sun and sees some- | |
thing. | |
INDIANA | |
India... | |
WILLIE | |
Holy cow -- India? How do you | |
know we're in -- | |
She rolls over and yelps as she looks up at the bizarre, painted | |
face of a SHAMAN. Silhoutted against the blazing sun, the skin- | |
ny little old man in a loincoloth stares down at them in the raft. | |
An eerie wind rises and howls. The old man places his palms to- | |
gether and moves his hands up to touch his forehead. Willie and | |
Short Round watch mystified as Indiana returns the old shaman's | |
silent greeting. | |
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37. EXT. THE MAYAPORE HILLS - DAY 37. | |
Indya and Short Round follow the shaman and four peasants down a | |
gutted path through barren rolling hills. Willie is out of her | |
milieu, stumbling along this forlorn landscape in high heels, | |
tuxedo jacket and disheveled lame gown. | |
She hears the old shaman talking to Indy and catches up with them | |
to find out what's going on. | |
WILLIE | |
(to Indiana) | |
What'd he say? | |
INDIANA | |
He told me they knew I was coming | |
here. | |
WILLIE | |
What do you mean -- how? | |
INDIANA | |
The old man saw it in a dream. | |
WILLIE | |
Dream -- nightmare is more like it. | |
INDIANA | |
He said that's whey they were at | |
river -- they were waiting for | |
the plane to fall down. | |
He looks at her bewildered face and smiles faintly. As they | |
walk, a hot wind swirls dust around them, a wind slowly ravaging | |
what soil is left in this terribly blighted region. | |
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38. EXT. MAYAPORE - DAY 38. | |
At the base of the hills, Mayapore village does nothing to re- | |
lieve the awful sense of devastation. A desolate road runs | |
through the village, along which groups of ptiifully poor vil- | |
lagers stare at the strangers being brought in. | |
Hopeless women lift buckets from a dry well -- finding only sand. | |
Skinny miserable dogs skulk between the decrepit village huts, | |
eyed by the patient vultures lurling in scraggly trees. | |
Indiana notices the wretched peasants staring at Short Round, | |
some of them pointing at him, a few haggard women shedding tears | |
down their wrinkled faces as the little Chinese boy passes. | |
There is no sign of children in the village and Short Round grows | |
frightened by the odd attention. He moves closer to Indy as they | |
pass the devastated population. | |
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39. RXT. MAYAPORE VILLAGE - AFTER SUNSET 39. | |
Black clouds clot across the blood-red sky as darkness falls. | |
Indiana, Willie and Short Round sit tensely on a shabby rug. | |
Above their heads, there is a thatched roof, but there are no | |
walls. | |
The dying sunset silhouettes them and the half-dozen elders seat- | |
ed in the dirt around them. A grey-haired man, the village | |
CHIEFTAIN, gives quiet commands to the women who scuttle in and | |
set wooden plates in front of the three visitors. No plates are | |
places in front of the elders. | |
WILLIE | |
(quietly to Indy) | |
I hope this means we're going to | |
get some dinner. | |
Indiana sees the painted shaman, who sits next to the chieftain, | |
watching Willie. The women bring in a bowl from which they scoop | |
tiny portions of grey gruel onto three plates. | |
To this the women add a few grains of yellowed rice and a with- | |
ered ,molding piece of fruit. Willie looks aghast at the unappe- | |
tizing combination. | |
WILLIE | |
(quietly) | |
God, I am starving, but I can't | |
eat this... | |
INDIANA | |
That's more food than these people | |
eat in a week. | |
(pointedly) | |
They're starving, too... | |
Willie looks around at the emaciated faces and feels like crawl- | |
ing into a hole. | |
WILLIE | |
I'm sorry, I -- here, please. | |
She picks up her plate and gently hands it back to the women. | |
The chieftain finally speaks to them -- | |
CHIEFTAIN | |
You will rest here before you go | |
on. | |
INDIANA | |
We'd appreciate that. This was an | |
unexpected detour. We'll have to go | |
to Delhi now and find a flight west. | |
SHORT ROUND | |
(smiling) | |
Indy is taking me to America. | |
All eyes are on Short Round. Puzzled by this strange attention, | |
Shorty's smile fades nervously. | |
INDIANA | |
I'm a professor. I have to re- | |
turn to the university. Can you | |
give us a guide to take us to Delhi? | |
The chieftain indicates a young villager sitting near them. | |
CHIEFTAIN | |
Sanju will guide you. | |
INDIANA | |
Thank you. | |
The old shaman speaks now for the first time. | |
SHAMAN | |
On the way to Delhi, you will | |
stop at Pankot. | |
INDIANA | |
(puzzled) | |
Pankot isn't on the way to Delhi. | |
SHAMAN | |
You will go to palace there. | |
INDIANA | |
Hasn't the Pankot palace been de- | |
serted since the Mutiny of 1857? | |
SHAMAN | |
(darkly) | |
No. Now there is new Maharajah -- | |
and palace is powerful again. | |
The shaman looks around at his unfortunate people. | |
SHAMAN (Cont'd) | |
It is Pankot Palace that kills my | |
village. | |
INDIANA | |
I don't understand. What's hap- | |
pened here? | |
SHAMAN | |
The evil starts in Pankot. Then | |
like monsoon, it moves darkness | |
over all country. | |
INDIANA | |
What evil? | |
SHAMAN | |
They came from Palace and took | |
sivalinga from out village. | |
Willie looks over at Indiana -- | |
WILLIE | |
Took what? | |
INDIANA | |
It's a sacred stone in a shine | |
that's supposed to protect a | |
village. | |
SHAMAN | |
It is why Krishna brought you here. | |
INDIANA | |
(politely firm) | |
Nobody brought us here. Our plane | |
crashed. We were shot down by -- | |
SHAMAN | |
(interrupting) | |
No. We pray to Krishna to help us | |
find the stone. It was Krishna who | |
made you fall from sky -- so you can | |
got to Pankot Palace. To find siva- | |
linga -- and bring back to us. | |
Indy's about to object -- then he looks at the sad chieftain, the | |
elders and peasants who are watching him helplessly. And he sees | |
again the dark steady eyes of the old shaman. | |
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40. EXT. MAYAPORE VILLAGE - NIGHT 40. | |
Torches falre eerily and dogs howl as the peasants accompany the | |
shaman, elders and three visitors out ot the edge of the dark | |
village. Short Round walks beside Indy. | |
SHORT ROUND | |
Indy, they make out plane crash? | |
To get you here? | |
INDIANA | |
It's just superstition, Shorty. | |
Like a ghost story. | |
Short Round looks plenty scared as they all stop walking. The | |
shaman motions and the men with torches circle around a pile of | |
rocks to illuminate them. The shaman makes a gesture of devotion | |
to the primitive shrine and Indy speaks to the village chieftain. | |
CHIEFTAIN | |
Yes. | |
Indiana seems skeptical as he kneels to study the shrine. On top | |
of the pile of rocks, there is a carved niche. The niche is | |
empty but an indentation indicates the conical shape of the stone | |
that was stolen. | |
INDIANA | |
Was the stone very smooth? | |
(he sees the | |
chieftain nod) | |
It was probably brought here from | |
a sacred river. | |
SHAMAN | |
(joining Indy and | |
the chieftain) | |
Long ago -- before my father's | |
father. | |
INDIANA | |
And it had three lines painted | |
across it? | |
(seeing the | |
shaman nod) | |
The lines represent the three | |
levels of the universe. I've seen | |
stones like the one you lost. | |
Indy stands slowly. Willie is beside him looking at the shrine. | |
WILLIE | |
I don't understand how losing one | |
rock could destroy this village. | |
(whispering to Indy) | |
Is it really powerful? | |
Indy gives a doubtful smile. He turns again to the old shaman. | |
INDIANA | |
But why would the Maharajah take | |
this sacred stone? | |
SHAMAN | |
They say we must pray to their | |
evil god. We say we will not. | |
The old shaman looks off and fights the tears in his eyes as he | |
starts speaking in Hindi. | |
INDIANA | |
(translating) | |
He says that when the sacred stone | |
was taken the village wells dried | |
up first and then the river stopped. | |
Indy turns and asks the shaman a question in Hindi. The shaman | |
answers in Hindi. | |
INDIANA | |
(translating) | |
He says their crops dies and then | |
the animals died. | |
The shaman walks to the edge of the torchlight and looks out into | |
the darkness as he continues speaking emotionally in Hindi -- | |
INDIANA | |
(translating) | |
And then they took their children. | |
WILLIE | |
Their children? | |
She looks at Short Round and finally understands the sorrowful | |
faces always watching him. Indy asks another question in Hindi | |
and the shaman continues his story -- | |
INDIANA | |
(translating) | |
He says one night there was a fire | |
in the fields. The men went to | |
fight it. When they came back, | |
they heard the women crying in the | |
darkness. And the children were | |
gone. | |
The shaman walks slowly toward Indiana. | |
SHAMAN | |
You will find them when you find | |
sivlalinga. | |
INDIANA | |
I'm sorry, I don't know how I can | |
help you here. | |
The shaman and the chieftain stare and Indiana, refusing to accept | |
that. | |
INDIANA (Cont'd) | |
The English authorities who con- | |
trol this area are the only ones | |
who can help you. | |
CHIEFTAIN | |
They do not listen. | |
INDIANA | |
I have friends in Delhi and I will | |
make sure they investigate this... | |
SHAMAN | |
No, you will got to Pankot... | |
The old man speaks again in his own tongue and Indy looks dis- | |
turbed. | |
WILLIE | |
What'd he say now? | |
INDIANA | |
It was destined that I came here -- | |
and the future cannot be changed... | |
Indy looks ath the shaman and the torchlight reflected in his | |
eyes. | |
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41. EXT. MAYAPORE - NIGHT 41. | |
Suddenly we're rushing headlong down a dark dirt path seen from | |
the POV of somebody running in terror. We hear heavy breathing | |
-- above we see the scraggly trees blowing against the full moon | |
as an eerie wind rises and howls. We continue crashing through | |
the dying fields tward the dark village... | |
42. INT. INDIANA'S HUT - NIGHT 42. | |
The wind swirls into the hut and Indiana's eyes open. He lies | |
still a moment and then sits up slowly. He sees Short Round | |
sleeping nearby. | |
Sensing something strange, Indy gets to his feet. He steps | |
around Short Round and goes to the door of the hut. | |
43. EXT. THE HUT - NIGHT 43. | |
Indy walks against the rising wind and looks around. The village | |
is asleep and seems deserted. Then he turns and sees something. | |
We follow small bare feet stumbling through the dust... | |
Indy sees an emaciated child in rag running out of the darkness. | |
Indiana moves forward and the child runs toward him. Indy grabs | |
the little boy as he falls into his arms. | |
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44. INT. THE SHAMAN'S HUT - NIGHT 44. | |
A few minutes later, the little boy is lying unconscious on a | |
blanket. Elders crouch around him. Indy is kneeling and watches | |
the shaman wet the boy's forehead with a rag and drip water onto | |
his lips. | |
The little boy's eyes open and he begins to revive. Shrot Round | |
And Willie watch from a corner as the little boy looks at all the | |
faces peering down at him. | |
The little boy's arm moves and he reaches out to Indy rather than | |
any of the others. Indy takes his small hand and sees that the | |
boy's fingers are cut and bruised -- his fingers open and drop | |
something into Indy's hand. | |
The little boy tries to whisper. Indy has to lean close to hear | |
as the little boy's lips move again -- | |
LITTLE BOY | |
Sankara... | |
A mother rushes into the hut now and kneels and hugs her little | |
boy. His skinny arms go around her as they are reunited. Indy | |
stands slowly and looks at what the little boy gave him -- | |
It is a small tattered piece of cloth: an old fragment of a mini- | |
ature painting. Indiana looks at it with an expression of recog- | |
nition and apprehension... | |
INDIANA | |
Sankara... | |
45. EXT. THE VILLAGE - MORNING 45. | |
The camera follows Indiana -- he's walking fast and determinded- | |
ly. Villagers trot alongside of him, trying to keep up with is | |
pace as he questions thm in Hindi. | |
Indy approaches two large elephants and sees their guide Sajnu | |
trying to politely drag Willie toward one of them. | |
INDIANA | |
Damn it , Willie, get on -- we've | |
got to move out! | |
Willie's head comes up over the back of the elephant as she's | |
helped from below -- there is a look of sheer terror on her face. | |
WILLIE | |
Whoa! Easy now -- nice elephant... | |
Waiting by the second elephant, Short Round sees Indy coming and | |
runs up to him -- | |
SHORT ROUND | |
I ride with you, Indy? | |
INDIANA | |
Nope, you got a little surprise | |
over there, Shorty. | |
Short Round runs around the big elephant and sees a baby elephant | |
being brought out. He can't believe his luck -- | |
SHORT ROUND | |
Oh boy! | |
Meanwhile Sajnu goads Willie's elephant over. The villagers look | |
grief stricken and many are crying as they watch the three stran- | |
gers' departure. | |
WILLIE | |
(to Short Round) | |
This is the first time anybody | |
ever cried when I left. | |
SHORT ROUND | |
They don't cry about you. They | |
cry about the elephants leaving. | |
WILLIE | |
Figures... | |
SHORT ROUND | |
They got no food to feed them. So | |
they taking the elephants away to | |
sell them. | |
Indy lumbers over on his elephant. | |
INDIANA | |
All right, let's go. I want to get | |
to Pankot before tomorrow night. | |
She looks at Indiana as he rides past. | |
WILLIE | |
Pankot?! I thought we were going | |
to Delhi! Hey, wait a minute! | |
(looking at | |
the villagers) | |
Can't somebody take me to Delhi?! | |
I don't want to go to Pankot! | |
Sajnu guides her elephant and Willie lurches forward -- | |
WILLIE (Cont'd) | |
(yelling) | |
Indiana! Damn it! Why'd you | |
change your mind? What did that | |
kid tell you last night?! | |
Indy ignores her hollering. The elephants move off through the | |
crowds of pitiful villagers. Indy sees the elders, chieftain and | |
the old shaman who brings his hands up to his forehead as Indy | |
rides past. | |
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46. EXT. THE COUNTRYSIDE - DAY 46. | |
The elephants move across the desolate countryside toward the | |
distant hills. | |
47. EXT. THE TRAIL 47. | |
Indiana rides the lead elephant. Sajnu passes on foot guiding | |
Willie's elephant. With the tuxedo jacket wrapped around her | |
waist, Willie is dabbing perfume behind her ears. | |
WILLIE | |
(to her elephant) | |
I think you need this more than | |
me. | |
Willie leans forward and puts perfume behind the elephant's ears. | |
Grimacing at the animal's smell she simply dumps the rest of the | |
perfume on the elephant's back. | |
Willie yelps when the elephant's trunk comes back, sniffs the | |
foriegn fragrance and suddenly trumpets in disgust. | |
WILLIE (Cont'd) | |
What're you complaining about, | |
this is expensive stuff! | |
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48. EXT. LOWER JUNGLES - DAY 48. | |
From a cliff, we see the elephants below passing into the lower | |
jungles. | |
Spotting something on an overhanging tree branck, Short Round | |
stands up precariously on the baby elephant's back. He pulls a | |
vine from the tree as they pass under it. Plopping down onto the | |
baby elephant's back, he picks the wild fruit from the vine -- | |
SHORT ROUND | |
Here you go, lunch time! | |
The baby elephant's trunk comes back and takes the fruit. Shorty | |
looks up in the sky. | |
SHORT ROUND (Cont'd) | |
Indy, look! | |
Indiana and Willie look up and see hundreds of enormous winged | |
creatures flapping across the afternoon sky. | |
WILLIE | |
Those are very big bird. | |
Sajnu says something and Indiana nods. | |
INDIANA | |
Those aren't birds -- those are | |
giant bats. | |
Willie shudders as she watches the bats. | |
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49. EXT. THE HILLS - AFTERNOON 49. | |
An enormous sun silhouettes the three elephants trekking west- | |
ward. | |
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50. EXT. A RIVER - LATER AFTERNOON 50. | |
The three elephants stand sucking up river water with their | |
trunks. Seated on the huge beasts, Willie, Short Round and Indi- | |
ana watch the thirsty animals. | |
WILLIE | |
They must be pretty dumb to drink | |
that awful-looking water. | |
In response, Willie's elephant calmly lifts its trunk and sprays | |
her in the face. Short Round and Indy laugh as Willie sits | |
soaked and shocked. | |
INDIANA | |
I think maybe we'll camp here. | |
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51. EXT. THE RIVER - SUNSET 51. | |
A plume of water sprays. The three elephants submerge in a deep, | |
wide spot in the river. Indy wades in the current with his shirt | |
off. He and the guide splash water on the weary animals. | |
Short Round laughs and plays with the baby elephant. Wrapped in | |
its trunk, he's swung in the air and lands on the elephant's | |
back. Shorty makes a swan dive back into the water and the baby | |
elephant gives him a shower when he surfaces. | |
52. EXT. UPRIVER 52. | |
Thirty yards upstream, birds and monkeys chatter in a tree. In | |
the shady river beneath, Willie surfaces cooly and wipes hair | |
from her eyes. She hums contendedly. | |
Indiana wanders up the riverbank in his dripping trousers. He | |
notices Willie's wet clothes spread over a tree limb hanging low | |
over the water and then he sees Willie paddling around. | |
INDIANA | |
Hey, Willie -- I think you better | |
get out now. | |
WILLIE | |
Stark naked? You wish... If you're | |
trying to seduce me, Dr. Jones, | |
this is a very primitive approach. | |
INDIANA | |
Me seduce you? Honey, you're the | |
one who took your clothes off. | |
(shrugging) | |
I just came over to remind you | |
that you never know what else | |
might be in the water. | |
WILLIE | |
Somehow I feel safer in here. | |
As Indy turns and starts off, Willie reaches up to the tree | |
branch above her head and grabs her underwear. At this moment we | |
notice something awful: | |
A BOA CONSTRICTOR is moving out along the branch, the enormous | |
snake slithering over Willie's clothes. | |
Willie watches Indiana walk away as she reaches up for her dress | |
-- her hands feel something strange -- not the dress and not the | |
tree limb -- | |
Willie looks up and sees that she's pulling on a snake! She | |
SCREAMS as the boa constrictor falls off the t-ee on top of her! | |
Indy hears the scream and hears Willie calling to him. He runs | |
back toward the river. Stopping on the riverbank, he sees Willie | |
backing away in the water -- Indiana's already starting to pull | |
his boots off -- | |
WILLIE | |
Indy! Help me! | |
INDIANA | |
Don't worry, I'm coming in! What | |
is it? | |
WILLIE | |
A snake! | |
Suddenly Indiana freezes and a strange look corsses his face -- | |
INDIANA | |
A what...? | |
WILLIE | |
A SNAKE!! | |
He finally sees the boa constrictor thrashing in the water close | |
to Willie. He leaves his boots on. | |
WILLIE (Cont'd) | |
Hurry, help me out of here! | |
What're you waiting for?! | |
INDIANA | |
Uh, listen -- Willie -- I got a | |
better idea. | |
WILLIE | |
What?! | |
INDIANA | |
First of all -- don't panic! | |
Willie suddenly screams as the boa constrictor wraps around her | |
arm -- | |
WILLIE | |
It's got me ! Indy, help me! | |
Indy runs along the riverbank, trying to get closer to her, but | |
not about to jump into the river (due to his aversion to snakes | |
-- see Episode One: "Raiders of the Lost Ark"). | |
INDIANA | |
Don't let it pull you deeper! | |
WILLIE | |
It's pulling me deeper! | |
INDIANA | |
Don't let it curl around you! | |
WILLIE | |
It's curling around me! Damn it, | |
stop talking and do something! | |
The snake is wrapping around her body and neck -- her head is | |
barely above water -- | |
On the riverbank, Indy reaches down and grabs a piece of wood. | |
But as he watches the repulsive reptile, he starts to sweat and | |
his fear and loathing overpower him -- | |
WILLIE (Cont'd) | |
What's wrong?! Indy please help | |
me! | |
Indy groans and bolsters his courage -- he takes two steps into | |
the water -- but the complex is to strong and he can't go any | |
further. He drops the piece of wood... | |
INDIANA | |
Listen, Willie. Do exactly what | |
I tell you now. | |
WILLIE | |
What?! | |
INDIANA | |
Can you move your arm? | |
WILLIE | |
Just one arm! | |
INDIANA | |
Okay, I want you to lift your hand -- | |
and pet the snake. | |
WILLIE | |
PET IT??!! | |
INDIANA | |
Yes, stroke it right along the | |
maxillary and precaudal verte- | |
brae. | |
WILLIE | |
THE WHAT?! | |
INDIANA | |
Pet it on the head! Go on, pet | |
it! | |
In the water, Willie is whimpering as she lifts her hand and | |
starts petting the snake coiling around her pale body. | |
WILLIE | |
Oh -- my -- god -- it's going to | |
crush me! | |
INDIANA | |
Keep stroking it! | |
Willie keeps rubbing her hand along the snakes head and back and | |
it slowly stops thrashing in the water. | |
INDIANA (Cont'd) | |
What's happening? | |
WILLIE | |
It's starting to let go! | |
INDIANA | |
That's good -- you're doing fine. | |
Grimacing as she stares at the ugly serpent's head, Willie keeps | |
stroking it. | |
WILLIE | |
It's letting fo. I think it's -- | |
I think it's going to sleep! | |
Indiana looks relieved. He sees the snake starting to drift away | |
from Willie and she starts paddling back to shore, collecting her | |
floating clothes along the way. | |
Holding her dripping dress against herself, she walks out of the | |
water toward Indy who smiles at her weakly. | |
INDIANA | |
See -- I got you out... | |
She slows and hauls off and punches him in the mouth. Indy holds | |
his jaw as she walks away infuriates. | |
WILLIE | |
Thanks for nothing! I hate snakes! | |
INDIANA | |
(looking at | |
the water) | |
I know the feeling... | |
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53. EXT. THE CAMPSITE - NIGHT 53. | |
By firelight, we see Sajnu feeding the big elephants while Short | |
Round feeds and talks to the baby elephant -- | |
SHORT ROUND | |
You come to America with me, and | |
we can get job in the circus -- | |
you like that? | |
The baby elephant trumpets affirmitively. | |
A ways off, Willie stands wrapped in a blanket watching Shorty | |
and the elephant as she dries her hair by a campfire. Now Indy | |
comes up and drops an armload of wood for yet another fire. | |
WILLIE | |
Where'd you find your little body- | |
guard? | |
INDIANA | |
I met Short Round when he tried | |
to pick my pocket. | |
Indiana kneels and arranges the wood. | |
INDIANA (Cont'd) | |
Shorty's family was killed when | |
they bombed Shanghai. He was | |
living on the streets. | |
WILLIE | |
(smiling) | |
He'll be okay. He's a good kid. | |
Indy strikes a match and lights the new fire. | |
WILLIE (Cont'd) | |
All these fires -- you expecting | |
more snakes, Dr. Jones? | |
She smiles snidely and continues drying her hair. | |
INDIANA | |
By the way, how'd you end up in | |
Shanghai? | |
WILLIE | |
Well, when my nightclub career was | |
run over by the Depression, some | |
pinhead convinced me that "a girl | |
could go places in the Orient..." | |
So, look where I got. | |
Indy picks up a blanket and spreads it on the ground. | |
INDIANA | |
What about the future? | |
WILLIE | |
Oh, that's easy -- I'm going to | |
latch onto a good-looking, in- | |
credibly rich prince. | |
Indy lies down on the blanket. | |
INDIANA | |
I'd like to find one of those | |
myself. | |
WILLIE | |
(raising an eyebrow) | |
Oh really? | |
INDIANA | |
Yeah, but he's got to be dead and | |
buried for a couple of thousand years. | |
(smiling) | |
Fortune and glory... | |
WILLIE | |
Is that what you're hoping to find | |
at this palace, Dr. Jones? | |
INDIANA | |
Maybe... | |
Indy reaches into his pocket and removes the old piece of cloth. | |
WILLIE | |
What's that? | |
She walks over to where he's lying down and sits on a boulder. | |
He hands her the cloth and she looks at it by the firelight. | |
INDIANA | |
Something that kid gave me last | |
night. It's a piece of an old | |
manuscript. | |
Willie sees a crude drawing in reds, blue and gold. | |
INDIANA (Cont'd) | |
The drawing shows a priest named | |
Sankara who lived centuries ago. | |
WILLIE | |
What does the writing say? | |
INDIANA | |
It's Sanskrit. It tells the story | |
of Sankara climbing Mt. Kalisa | |
where he met the Hindu god Shiva. | |
WILLIE | |
(examining it) | |
That's Shiva? What's he giving | |
the Priest? | |
INDIANA | |
Legend says he told Sankara to go | |
forth and combat evil. To do that | |
he gave him five sacred stones that | |
had magical powers. | |
WILLIE | |
(looking at Indy) | |
You mean magical like the rock that | |
was stolen from that village? | |
Indy looks at her meaningfully. | |
INDIANA | |
It could be. | |
Willie seems frightened. She hands him the piece of cloth and | |
stands up. | |
WILLIE | |
(quietly) | |
Fortune and glory...sweet dreams, | |
Dr. Jones. | |
She picks up a blanket and starts off. | |
INDIANA | |
I think you should sleep closer. | |
(seeing her sus- | |
picious look) | |
I meant for safety. | |
WILLIE | |
(smiling) | |
I'd be safer sleeping with | |
that snake. | |
She steps over to a tree by the fire where her clothes are dry- | |
ing. Indy watches her pull her dried clothes from the lower | |
branches. | |
She reaches up to remove another piece of her clothing -- it's | |
stuck to the tree and she looks up and yanks it. Suddenly the | |
piece of clothing moves! | |
Two enormous winds open and the hideous face of a GIANT BAT | |
screeches and hisses at Willie! She screams hysterically as the | |
bat flaps against her, biting and scratching at her before it fi- | |
nally takes off. | |
The bat flies off into the darkness and Indy chuckles as he | |
watches Willie shanking as she backs slowly toward the fire -- | |
WILLIE | |
Did you see it?! It was one | |
of those bats! | |
(staring into | |
the darkness) | |
God, what else is out there...?! | |
She quickly picks up her blanket and lays it out very close to | |
Indy. | |
INDIANA | |
Couldn't keep away, huh? | |
WILLIE | |
Just try and control yourself. | |
Indiana watches her lie down and wrap herself in her blanket. | |
then he rolls over and tips his hat down over his eyes to get | |
some well-deserved shut-eye. | |
In a moment, however, we see something grotesque and snake-like | |
slide into frame and move towards Indy -- finally, we realize | |
it's an elephant's trunk. The trunk nudges Indy's shoulder. | |
INDIANA | |
(without looking) | |
Still scared? Okay, Willie, you | |
can get closer if you want... | |
The elephant's trunk moves closer and nuzzles Indy's neck. | |
INDIANA | |
Honey, I knew you'd be the first | |
one to give in... | |
Now, we see that Short Round is guiding the baby elephant's trunk | |
with a prod. Willie watches, stifling a laugh as the elephant's | |
trunk sniffs Indiana's ear -- | |
INDIANA (Cont'd) | |
You're going to start something | |
I'm going to have to finish. | |
(moaning) | |
Okay, doll, you asked for it. | |
Indiana rolls over, lifts his hat and hollers! He nearly jumps | |
out of his pants as he stares into the elephant's trunk. Willie | |
and Short Round dissolve into laughter. | |
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54. EXT. THE JUNGLE - DAY 54. | |
Tall, vine-covered trees sway in the wind. Beneath them, the el- | |
ephants plough through the dense tropical forest. The sounds of | |
the teeming jungle multiply as Short Round surveys the distant | |
hills. | |
SHORT ROUND | |
Indy, look! | |
INDIANA | |
That's it. Pankot Palace. | |
Willie looks off at the resplendent while Moghul-style palace ri- | |
sing in the distance above the jungle. | |
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55. EXT. A JUNGLE CLEARING - LATER 55. | |
Their Mayapore guide walks toward the camera and suddenly looks | |
frightened. He barks commands and the elephants stop. Indiana | |
jumps down an joins the fearful guide. | |
They stare at a small statue of a malevolent goddess with eight | |
arms. Around the goddess's neck, a carved necklace displays | |
small human heads -- her eight hands hold other heads by their | |
hair. | |
Indiana moves closer to the statue as the terrified guide backs | |
away. Indy is fascinated by the ritual objects adorning it: | |
leaves, dead birds, rodents and turtles. Indiana grimaces as he | |
lifts a necklace of real pierced human fingers... | |
WILLIE (O.S.) | |
Why are we stopping here? | |
Indiana goes back and joins the scared, jabbering guide who is | |
helping Willie down from the elephant. Short Round jumps down. | |
SHORT ROUND | |
What you look at, Indy? | |
INDIANA | |
Just a statue. | |
WILLIE | |
What's the guide talking about? | |
He hasn't said a word the whole | |
trip. | |
Indy listens to the agitated guide and then speaks a few words in | |
Hindi back to him. They watch the distressed guide trun the ele- | |
phants and start away with them as fast as possible. | |
WILLIE | |
He's afraid of something. | |
INDIANA | |
He said he couldn't take us any | |
farther. He has to go sell the | |
elephants. | |
WILLIE | |
You mean we have to walk the rest | |
of the way? | |
Willie moans and follows Indy. Short Round watches the elephants | |
trudging away. The little elephant turns and looks back. Short | |
Round quickly wipes a tear from his face. | |
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56. EXT. A PALACE APPROACH - AFTERNOON 56. | |
Indiana and Short Round hike up a rock-paved road beside a high | |
wall. Exhausted, carrying her high heels, Willie trudges along | |
behind them. | |
WILLIE | |
-- shot at, fallen out of a plane, | |
nearly drowned, squashed by a snake, | |
attacked by a bat -- I smell like | |
an elephant! | |
(yelling) | |
I tell you I'm not going to make it! | |
Indiana finally stops. He walks back to Willie, suddenly picks | |
her us in his arms and starts carrying her the remaining way. | |
Willie is surprised and puzzled. | |
INDIANA | |
Any more complaints? | |
WILLIE | |
(smiling faintly) | |
Yeah, I wish you'd thought of this | |
sooner... | |
She doesn't seem to mind being carried by Indy. He arrives at | |
the entrance to the palace and puts her down -- she stands close | |
to him and he gently smoothes the collar of her dress. | |
INDIANA | |
It doesn't feel like there's been | |
any permanent damage. | |
She smiles at him again and then turns around -- and whistles as | |
she sees Pankot Palace: a sprawling, monumental mixture of Mo- | |
ghul and Rajput styles, the palace is an extravaganza of Princely | |
architecture. | |
57. EXT. A BRIDGE 57. | |
The three travelers start across a marble bridge toward the main | |
entrance. Lined along the bridge, palace guards stand with | |
lances. | |
As the threesome passes, the first Rajput guard snaps noisily to | |
attention and Willie jumps. As Willie continues across the | |
bridge, the other guards snap to attention in sequence and she | |
grins, enjoying the attention. | |
58. INT. THE OUTER COURTYARD 58. | |
Short Round and Willie follow Indiana through a dark archway into | |
a glittering courtyard. The palace seems deserted and forebod- | |
ing. | |
INDIANA | |
Hello?...(hello?)...(hello?) | |
Indy's voice echoes off the marble facades -- three enormous Raj- | |
put guards with curved swords in their sashes appear silently at | |
opposite sides of the courtyard. | |
WILLIE | |
(frightened) | |
Hi...(hi)...(hi)... | |
Then, a tall severe-looking Indian in an English suit material- | |
izes out of the shadows and comes forward slowly. CHATTAR LAL | |
appraises the intruders suspiciously: | |
He sees a whoozy beauty in a weary evening gown; a dirty Chinese | |
kid with a baseball cap; a rugged-looking American carrying a | |
bullwhip... | |
CHATTAR LAL | |
I would say you look rather lost. | |
(disdainfullt) | |
But then I cannot imagine where | |
in the world the three of you | |
would look at home... | |
INDIANA | |
(smiling evenly) | |
Lost? No, we're not lost. We're | |
on our way to Delhi. This is Miss | |
Scott -- and Mr. Round. My name's | |
Indiana Jones. | |
CHATTAR LAL | |
(surprised) | |
Dr. Jones? The eminent archae- | |
ologist? | |
WILLIE | |
Hard to believe, isn't it...? | |
CHATTAR LAL | |
I remember first hearing your name | |
when I was studying at Oxford. I | |
Am Chattar Lal, Prime Minister for | |
His Highness the Maharajah of Pankot. | |
He bows and Willie sort of curtsies. | |
CHATTAR LAL (Cont'd) | |
Welcome to Pankot Palace. | |
59. INT. PANKOT PALACE - AFTERNOON 59. | |
They walk along the marble halls, past dazzling walls inlaid with | |
pieces of mirror and semi-precious stones. Fountains spray in | |
ivory countyards and they gaze in awe at the ornate splendour. | |
As Willie walks with Shorty she appraises the chronolgoical | |
portraits of the Pankot Prices that line the hall. Dissipated | |
faces, elegant faces, evil faces -- she reacts to them. | |
WILLIE | |
(to Short Round) | |
How'd you like to run into him in | |
a dark alley...that one's kind of | |
cute...I could see myself married | |
to a prince like that... | |
Ahead of them Chattar Lal walks with Indy and questions him | |
suspiciously -- | |
CHATTAR LAL | |
The plane crash and your journey | |
here sound -- most incredible. | |
WILLIE | |
You should have been there... | |
INDIANA | |
We'd appreciate it if the Mahara- | |
jah would let us stay tonight. | |
We'll be on out way in the morn- | |
ing. | |
CHATTAR LAL | |
I am only his humble servant, but | |
the Maharajah usually listens to | |
my advice. | |
WILLIE | |
Is that him? | |
They've come to the last in the row of Princes portraits. Wil- | |
lie stops and looks up disappointedly at a picture of an aged, | |
immensely corpulent Rajput prince. | |
WILLIE (Cont'd) | |
(politely) | |
He's not exactly what we call | |
"a spring chicken". | |
CHATTAR LAL | |
No, no, that is Uhmed Singh, the | |
present Maharajah's late father. | |
WILLIE | |
Oh -- good. And maybe the pres- | |
ent Marahajah is a little younger? | |
And thinner? | |
Two female servants approach silently and bow. | |
CHATTAR LAL | |
They will escort you to your rooms | |
now. You will be provided with | |
fresh clothes. Tonight you will | |
be dining with His Highness. | |
WILLIE | |
Dinner? And with a prince?! My | |
luck is changing. But look at | |
me -- my god, I've to to get | |
ready! | |
She hurried off with one of the servants toward her room. Chat- | |
tar Lal smiles cooly at Indiana -- | |
CHATTAR LAL | |
Eight o'clock in the Pleasure | |
Pavilion. | |
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60. EXT. THE PLEASURE PALIVION - NIGHT 60. | |
An extraordinary gold dome rises in the middle of the eleaborate | |
gardens. The Pleasure Pavilion is ablaze with torch lights, | |
flickering candles and exotic music. | |
Indiana comes out of the palace with Short Round. Indy has on a | |
tweed jacket and a nectie -- his university professor's outfit. | |
Short Round has been cleaned up, but still sports his baseball | |
cap. | |
Willie joins them, looking stunning is a silk Western-styled | |
gown. She's also been loaned some Moghul jewelry which sparkles | |
on her neck and arms. | |
INDIANA | |
You look like a princess. | |
Willie's flattered by the first nice thing Indy's said to her. | |
WILLIE | |
It's sort of like being in heaven. | |
They cross the garden toward the pavilion and Willie's eyes are | |
like a kid's at Christmas. | |
61. INT. THE PLEASURE PAVILION 61. | |
As they enter, Indiana gives a half-dressed dancing girl the | |
once-over as she spins to the music of drums and "vinhas". | |
INDIANA | |
(smiling) | |
I've always had a weakness for | |
folk dancing. | |
WILLIE | |
(snidely) | |
She might get away with that act | |
here, but she'd never make it in | |
a real nightclub. | |
They walk among the rich court ministers and Indian merchants. | |
Chattar Lal approaches with a British cavalry captain in unifrom. | |
CHATTAR LAL | |
We are fortunate tonight to have | |
some many unexpected guests. his | |
is Captain Phillip Blumburtt. | |
Blumburtt bows to Willie and Indiana. | |
CHATTAR LAL (Cont'd) | |
Captain Blumburtt and his troops | |
are here to check up on the | |
"natives". | |
CAPT. BLUMBURTT | |
(politely) | |
Just a routine inspection tour. | |
CHATTAR LAL | |
The British worry so about their | |
Emprie -- it makes us feel like | |
well-cared-for children. | |
WILLIE | |
Listen, Mr. Lal, what do you call | |
the Maharajah's wife? | |
CHATTAR LAL | |
His Highness has not yet taken a | |
wife. | |
WILLIE | |
(happily) | |
No? Well, I guess he just hasn't | |
met the right woman... | |
As Willie chatters on with the Prime Minister, Indiana wanders | |
off. He moves to a wall where bronze statues and strange devo- | |
tional objects are displayed. | |
CAPT. BLUMBURTT | |
(joining Indy) | |
Interested in local curios? | |
INDIANA | |
No. But I am interested in the | |
occult. And this is a krtya. | |
Indiana picks up a small clay figurine and examines it. | |
CAPT. BLUMBURTT | |
(grimacing) | |
Charming. | |
INDIANA | |
It's like the voodoo dolls of West | |
Africa. The kryta represents your | |
enemy -- and gives you complete | |
power over him. | |
CAPT. BLUMBURTT | |
That God all that mumbo jumbo | |
rubbish is disappearing. | |
INDIANA | |
You think so? | |
CAPT. BLUMBURTT | |
Of course. Admittedly, it's taken | |
time. Britian's controlled India | |
for almost two hundred eyars now. | |
Indiana smiles at the somewhat pompous bureaucrat. | |
INDIANA | |
You're hanging on better here | |
than you did in America. | |
CAPT. BLUMBURTT | |
(smiling sourly) | |
This is a different situation, Dr. | |
Jones. These people are like | |
children. We have to lead them | |
slowly into the twentieth century. | |
Indiana puts the doll down and looks over at Chattar Lal and | |
Willie. | |
INDIANA | |
The Prime Minister doesn't seem | |
that naive. | |
CAPT. BLUMBURTT | |
No, he's a very shrewd old boy. | |
Power behind the throne and all | |
that. He actually runs this whole | |
province. | |
Indy and the Prime Minister exchange distant looks as Willie | |
comes back over to Indiana. She talks to him conspiratorially -- | |
WILLIE | |
I think this Maharajah is swim- | |
ming in money. Maybe coming here | |
wasn't such a bad idea. | |
Blumburtt finds these Americans quite suspect and seems relieved | |
when he hears a drum. | |
CAPT. BLUMBURTT | |
I believe we're being called to | |
dinner. | |
WILLIE | |
Finally! | |
As the drum beats the assembled guests move toward a long, low | |
table surrounded by colorful pillows. Short Round follows with a | |
little monkey he's found perched on his arm. | |
As everyone stands around the table, Chattar Lal makes an an- | |
nouncement in Hindi and then in English -- | |
CHATTAR LAL | |
His Supremem Highness, guardian of | |
Rajput tradition -- the Maharajah | |
of Pankot -- Zalim Singh. | |
All eyes are on two solid silver doors which open -- and through | |
which now walks the MAHARAJAH ZALIM SINGH. Everyone is bowing, | |
including Indiana and Willie, who looks amazed -- | |
WILLIE | |
That's the Maharajah -- that kid?! | |
INDIANA | |
Maybe he likes older women. | |
Indeed, Zalim Singh is only thirteen. Outfitted in silver and | |
gold brocade, festooned with enormous jewels, the litlle Mahara- | |
jah gazes imperiously at the bowing crowd -- and then glares at | |
Short Round. | |
Indy sees Short Round chewing gum, staring antagonistically at | |
the Maharajah. Indy pushes SHort Round into a bowing position. | |
The Maharajah finally sits down on golden pillows. He nods and | |
his guests take their seats. Indiana sees Willie's dreams of | |
queendom have vanished. | |
INDIANA | |
Cheer up, you lost your prince, | |
but dinner's on the way. | |
WILLIE | |
I've never been so hungry in my | |
life... | |
Servants appear with silver platters of steaming food. They | |
place a platter in front of Willie and she stares at it in amaze- | |
ment: | |
It's a whole raosted boar, replete with a decorative arrow pierc- | |
ing its bloated stomach and tiny broiled baby bores placed around | |
it as if they were suckling on their well-cooked mother. | |
WILLIE | |
(grimacing) | |
My god, sort of grusome, isn't | |
it...? | |
Seeing the meat being served, Indiana looks across the table at | |
Blumburtt who seems equally puzzled. Meanwhile, the little Maha- | |
rajah whispers to his Prime Minsiter. Then Chattar Lal speaks to | |
the table -- | |
CHATTAR LAL | |
His Highness wants me to welcome | |
his visitors. Especially the | |
renowned Dr. Jones from America. | |
Indy bows slightly toward the Maharajah. | |
INDIANA | |
We are honored to be here. | |
Servants put down another platter. Willie stares at an enormous | |
steaming boa constrictor on the platter. With a flash of a | |
knife, a servant slits the huge snake and exposes a mass of | |
squirming, live baby eels inside... | |
WILLIE | |
Suddenly I'm not so hungry... | |
Meanwhile, Indiana is chatting poleitely with the Prime Minister. | |
INDIANA | |
I had a question, Mr. Prime Mini- | |
ster. I was examining some of the | |
Maharajah's artifacts. | |
CHATTAR LAL | |
A very fine collection of very old | |
pieces, don't you think? | |
INDIANA | |
Yes, very fine. But not all of the | |
pieces look old. Some were carved | |
recently and look like images used | |
by the Thuggees to worship the god- | |
des Kali. | |
At the emntion of the Thuggees, the Indians at the table quiet, | |
as it a taboo has been broken. Chattar Lal glares at Indiana. | |
CHATTAR LAL | |
Dr. Jones, you know very well that | |
the Thuggee cult has been dead for | |
nearly a century. | |
CAPT. BLUMBURTT | |
Of course. The Thuggees were an | |
obscenity that worshipped Kali | |
with human sacrifices. The Brit- | |
ish Army wiped them out about the | |
time of the Mutiny of 1857. | |
Short Round avoids the dinner by feeding it to his little monkey | |
as he listens to the scary conversation. | |
The talk is bad enough, but Willie finds the food unbelievable! | |
A servant leans overher shoulder and places a six-inch long BUG | |
on her plate! | |
Willie whimpers quietly as she watches the fat merchant next to | |
her lift one of the black, shiny baked-beetles -- and crack it in | |
two! The man proceeds to enthusiastically suck the gooey innards | |
out. | |
MERCHANT | |
(looking at Willie) | |
But you're not eating! | |
WILLIE | |
(weakly) | |
I uh -- had bugs for lunch. | |
Meanwhile, Indiana continues to politely needle Chattar Lal. | |
INDIANA | |
I suppose stories of the Thuggees | |
die hard. | |
CHATTAR LAL | |
There are no stories anymore. | |
INDIANA | |
Well, I don't know... we came here | |
from a small village and the peas- | |
ants there told us that the Pankot | |
Palace was growing powerful again | |
-- becuase of some ancient evil. | |
Indiana smiles and shrugs. | |
CHATTAR LAL | |
(sneeringly) | |
Their stories are just fear and | |
folklore. | |
INDIANA | |
(cooly) | |
Maybe.. but how do you explain | |
The Thuggee shrine I saw right | |
below the palace? | |
Indy catches a glance between the little Maharajah and the prime | |
minister, who answers slowly -- | |
CHATTAR LAL | |
The local peasants are just as | |
superstitious. You're very ob- | |
servant, Dr. Jones. But you're | |
beginning to worry Capt. Blum- | |
burtt. | |
Blumburtt's phlegmatic attitude has changed to curiosity. | |
CAPT. BLUMBURTT | |
I'm not worried, Prime Minister, | |
just interested. | |
During their conversation, Willie listens to beetles SNAPPING and | |
she watches revolted as the other dinner guests suck the gooey | |
insides out of the bugs. | |
WILLIE | |
(to Short Round) | |
Give me your hat... | |
SHORT ROUND | |
What for? | |
WILLIE | |
I'm going to puke in it... | |
Meanwhile, Indy continues ingenously with Chattar Lal. | |
INDIANA | |
You know the villagers also | |
claimed that this palace stole | |
something from them. | |
CHATTAR LAL | |
Dr. Jones, it our country a guest | |
does not usually insult his host. | |
INDIANA | |
Sorry, I thought we were just talking | |
about folklore. | |
CAPT. BLUMBURTT | |
(trying to make peace) | |
I'm sure it's nothing. Just ru- | |
mors. | |
(but interested) | |
What was it they claimed was | |
stolen? | |
INDIANA | |
Something magical. A sacred rock. | |
CHATTAR LAL | |
(condescendingly) | |
There, you see, Captain. A rock! | |
INDIANA | |
When they lost this rock their | |
fields and animals dies. They | |
also said their children were | |
taken from them. | |
CHATTAR LAL | |
I think that's enough of this | |
nonsense, Dr. Jones... | |
Indiana smiles faintly at Chattar Lal's anger. Across the table, | |
Willie looks pale and motions to the waiter. | |
WILLIE | |
So you have something, you know, | |
simple -- like soup or something? | |
The servant goes off and returns with a covered bowl. He uncov- | |
ers it and Willie looks at a soup with a dozen eyeballs floating | |
in it. | |
MERCHANT | |
Looks delicious! | |
WILLIE | |
I wanna go home... | |
Willie whimpers and tears start down her cheeks. | |
INDIANA | |
(to Chattar Lal) | |
I was dubious muself at first. | |
Then something connected -- the | |
village's rock and the old legend | |
of the Sankara Stones... | |
CHATTAR LAL | |
(controlling himself) | |
Dr. Jones, we are all vulnerable | |
to vicious rumors. I seem to re- | |
member that in Honduras you were | |
accused of being a grave robber | |
rather than a scientist. | |
INDIANA | |
(shrugging) | |
The newspapers exaggerated the | |
incident | |
CHATTAR LAL | |
And didn't the Sultan of Madagas- | |
car threaten to cut your head off | |
if you ever returned to his coun- | |
try? | |
INDIANA | |
That was a misunderstanding. | |
CHATTAR LAL | |
(smiling) | |
Exactly what we have here, Dr. | |
Jones. | |
MAHARAJAH | |
I have heard the terrible stories | |
of the evil Thuggee cult... | |
When the little Marahajah speaks it surprises everyone and there | |
is silence. | |
MAHARAJAH (Cont'd) | |
I thought the stories were told | |
to frighten children. Later, I | |
learned that the Thuggee cult was | |
once real and did unspeakable | |
things. | |
The Marahajah looks at Indiana. | |
MAHARAJAH (Cont'd) | |
I am ashamed of what happened here | |
so many years ago. We keep these | |
objects -- to remind us that this | |
will never again happen in my | |
kingdom! | |
INDIANA | |
(after a moment) | |
I'm sorry if I've offended you. | |
Now, more trays are whisked in by servants. | |
MERCHANT | |
Ah, dessert! | |
Short Round's monkey suddenly screeches and takes off. Willie | |
closed here eyes in dread - but curiosity gets the best of her | |
and she looks -- it's worse than she could imagine: | |
Plates full of small, dead monkey heads! (*Production note: be- | |
cause of his extremely sensitive nature, the director has reque- | |
ted that these monkey heads be simulated). | |
The tops of the monkey's skulls have been cut off and sit loose | |
like little covers. Willie watches in utter dismay as the Maha- | |
rajah and his guests remove the skull-tops and start dipping | |
spoons into what's inside -- | |
MERCHANT (Cont'd) | |
Chilled monkey brains! | |
Willie keels over, crashing backwards in a dead faint! | |
CUT TO: | |
62. INT. A PALACE HALL - LATER 62. | |
Women servants help a woobly-kneed Willie toward her room. | |
63. EXT. THE PELASURE GARDEN - NIGHT 63. | |
Hundreds of lanters illuminate the garden where after dinner | |
drinks are served, cigars lighted and hookah pipes puffed on. | |
Indiana comes out of the pavilion into the garden with Capt. | |
Blumburtt and they talk quietly. | |
CAPT. BLUMBURTT | |
Rather bizarre menu, woundn't you | |
say? | |
INDIANA | |
Even if they were trying to scare | |
us away, a devout Hindu would | |
never touch meat. | |
(looking around) | |
Makes you wonder what these people | |
are... | |
Now, the little Maharajah comes over with his retinue and he | |
reaches for Indy's whip which Short Round is carrying. | |
MAHARAJAH | |
I have seen this thing. What is | |
it, Dr. Jones? | |
SHORT ROUND | |
Hey, nobody touches Indy's whip! | |
Short Round grabs for it, but Indiana restrains him. | |
INDIANA | |
We're guests here, Shorty. | |
The Maharajah glares are Short Round and five the whip to Indy. | |
MAHARAJAH | |
You will show me how it works | |
please. | |
Indy bows to the little prince and smiles ironically -- | |
INDIANA | |
You wish is my command, your | |
Highness. | |
While Short Round watches angrily, Indiana walks across the gar- | |
den and unfurls the whip. Indy sees a servant lighting a candle. | |
Suddenly the whip flies and CRACKS like a pistol shot. The | |
candle disappears! Indiana whirls and CRACKS the whip again, | |
snagging a flower out of a dancing girl's hair. | |
The Maharajah reacts like any kid -- he shoops happily. | |
MAHARAJAH | |
That is wonderful! Please teach | |
me how! | |
Short Round sulks as he listens to Indiana instructing the Maha- | |
rajah on how to hold the whip. As the young prince practises the | |
grip, Indy notices Chattar Lal slip behind a fountain to talk to | |
a dark figure in robes who appears. | |
Indiana sees Chattar Lal bow to the dark figure -- and Indy | |
catches a glimpse of the stranger's pale face and dark hollow | |
eyes. Then the robled apparition seems to disappear. | |
Meanwhile everyone watches respectfully as the Maharajah unfurls | |
the whip for his first attempt. He flings the whip but it flies | |
back and snaps -- biting his own cheek. | |
There's a stunned silence -- then Short Round laughs at the | |
little prince who is holding his wounded cheek. The incensed Ma- | |
rahajah suddenly flashes the whip as Short Round. | |
Short Round grabs the end of it and pulls hard -- the whip is | |
tugged taut between the two hostile boys. As they draw near each | |
other, Short Round sees something weird: | |
The little Maharajah's eyes begin glowing yelloe and he hisses | |
softly in a strange voice. Nobody else sees or hears the bizarre | |
transformation... | |
Indiana finally intercedes -- he grabs Short Round by the neck. | |
INDIANA | |
Okay, Short Round, let go of it. | |
Short Round lets go and Indy gently takes the whip back from the | |
little prince. | |
INDIANA (Cont'd) | |
The Turks say that a whip can be | |
an enemy even to its owner. If | |
you get some rope, it'll be easier | |
to learn with, your Highness. | |
Now, I think we'll say goodnight. | |
The Maharajah and Short Round stare hostiley at each other as | |
Indy recoils his whip. | |
CUT TO: | |
64. INT. A PALACE HALL - NIGHT 64. | |
Short Round walks beside Indiana down the shadowy hall toward | |
their room. Short Round has Indy's whip curled around his shoul- | |
der. The little fellow yawns and shakes his head. | |
SHORT ROUND | |
That little Maharajah think he | |
big stuff. | |
INDIANA | |
You don't like him do you? | |
SHORT ROUND | |
Next time I flatten him! Did you | |
see his eyes? | |
INDIANA | |
No. | |
SHORT ROUND | |
Indy, they glow like fire and get | |
real crazy! Then he talk in this | |
real scary voice! | |
Indy tousles Short Round's hair. | |
INDIANA | |
He was afraid of you. He knows a | |
tough guy when he sees one. | |
SHORT ROUND | |
(not so shure) | |
Yeah, that's what happened... | |
They reach their room and Short Round opens the door. | |
INDIANA | |
I better see how Willie is. | |
Short Round shakes his head scornfully as Indy crosses the hall | |
and knocks on another door. After a moment, the door opens and | |
Willie is standing there in a tempting nightgown. | |
INDIANA | |
I brought you something. | |
He holds up something wrapped in a piece of silk. | |
WILLIE | |
(disgusted) | |
Not leftovers? | |
INDIANA | |
No -- real food. | |
Willie opens the bundle suspiciously -- then her hace lights up | |
as she examines the breads and fruits inside. | |
WILLIE | |
Oh, it is real food...it's | |
beautiful. | |
She bites happily into a piece of fruit -- its juice runs down | |
her chin and Indy wipes it off gently with his hand. The mouth | |
deliberately seductive and Willie is not displeased. | |
WILLIE (Cont'd) | |
You're nice. Listen, I'm taking | |
applications -- how'd you like to | |
be my palace slave? | |
INDIANA | |
(smiling) | |
Wearing your jewels to be, prin- | |
cess? | |
Indy touches her necklace -- then his hand caresses her neck and | |
ear. She shivers slightly and speaks softly. | |
WILLIE | |
Yeah -- and nothing else. | |
(smiling) | |
That shock you? | |
INDIANA | |
(shaking his head) | |
I'm a scientist. I like doing | |
research on certain "nocturnal | |
activities" -- | |
She smiles and puts a grape to his lips. He opens his mouth | |
takes it and chews it. | |
WILLIE | |
You mean like love rituals... | |
He swallows the grape and they move toward each other slowly to | |
kiss, revealing the passion that's simmering. | |
INDIANA | |
And mating customs... | |
They kiss again more heatedly. | |
WILLIE | |
Primitive sexual practices? | |
INDIANA | |
You're taling to an authority | |
in that area. | |
They kiss again hungrily -- | |
WILLIE | |
You're dying to come into my room, | |
aren't you? | |
INDIANA | |
You want me so bad, why don't you | |
invite me? | |
WILLIE | |
Too proud to admit you're crazy | |
about me, Dr. Jones? | |
INDIANA | |
I think you're too used to get- | |
ting you own way, Willie... | |
They kiss yet again -- and Indy breaks it off, just to show he's | |
still in control. He backs away toward his room. | |
WILLIE | |
(watching him) | |
We'll see who gives in first -- | |
I'll leave my door open. | |
INDIANA | |
Don't catch cold. | |
WILLIE | |
Dr. Jones -- ? | |
Indy stops by his door and sees Willie smiling as she holds up | |
five fingers -- | |
WILLIE (Cont'd) | |
Five minutes... you'll be back | |
over here in five minutes... | |
INDIANA | |
You're dreaming, Willie. You want | |
to make it real, just knock on my | |
door. | |
He winks. She waves. But neither one will surrender first. | |
Willie does into her room, leaving the door ajar. Indy opens his | |
door. | |
65. INT. INDIANA'S SUITE 65. | |
Indy comes in and closes the door -- leaving it open a crack. He | |
stands and listens, waiting for her to come over. | |
66. INT. WILLIE'S SUITE 66. | |
Willie stands likewise by her door, waiting to hear Indy come | |
back over. | |
67. INT. INDIANA'S SUITE 67. | |
Indiana shrugs and walks over to a couch and starts taking off | |
his tweed jacket and necktie -- | |
INDIANA | |
Five minutes... fat chance. | |
68. INT. WILLIE SUIT 68. | |
Willie moves around her lavish suite, turning down lights, creating | |
a romantic effect, checking herself in a mirror -- | |
WILLIE | |
(confidently) | |
Five minutes, Dr. Jones... | |
69. INT. INDIANA'S SUITE 69. | |
Indy undresses in the magnificently decorated room: wall paint- | |
ings show palace scenes and landscapes; life-size figures | |
dance and there are full-scale portraits or Rajput princes and | |
prancing horses. But Indy's more concerned with lust than with | |
art. | |
INDIANA | |
(muttering) | |
...want me to be her palace slave! | |
He picks up his whip and smiles, considering using it on her. | |
Then he just grubles and tosses the bullwhip onto the couch. | |
70. INT. WILLIE'S SUITE 70. | |
Lying in bed in a seductive pose, Willie waits for Indy to show | |
up and she starts to look worried. She grabs a clock and shakes | |
it to see if it's working. She taps her fingers irritably won- | |
dering in her charm has failed... | |
71. INT. INDIANA'S SUITE 71. | |
We see another clock ticking. Looking annoyed, Indy tosses a | |
boot at it and the clock falls on its face, setting of the | |
alarm. | |
On the chaise lounge in front of Indy's bed, Short Round moves | |
groggily and sees Indy turning off the alarm. | |
SHORT ROUND | |
(half asleep) | |
Get to sleep Indy -- I stay up | |
and keep eye on things... | |
INDIANA | |
Okay, Shorty ... see you in the | |
morning...I'm going to have a | |
little -- word with Willie. | |
Indy finally shakes his head and gives in to his animal | |
instincts. He buttons his shirt, puts his boots back on and | |
grabs his leather jacket. | |
As he puts on his jacket he walks past the life-sized paintings of | |
armed gaurds standing in silent vigil. Suddenly we see something | |
frightening behind him: one of the wall paintings sees to come | |
to life! | |
A large figure in robes and a turban looms out from the wall and | |
lifts a silk cord -- the figure wraps the cord suddenly around | |
Indiana's neck! | |
The huge assassin stands behind Indy, twisting the cord even | |
tighter around his neck. As Indy attempts to break free he | |
sees the assassin's face is a mirror -- and a strange yellow | |
light glowing in the killer's eyes. | |
72. INT. WILLIE'S SUITE 72. | |
Willie's finally had enough waiting and she gets out of beg petu- | |
lantly. | |
WILLIE | |
He's not coming...I can't be- | |
lieve it... | |
She walks across the room and opens the door. She looks out | |
the empty hall -- and her resolve starts to weaken -- | |
WILLIE (Cont'd) | |
Well... | |
(bracing herself) | |
No! I'm not going over there... | |
She comes back into her room and kicks the door closed. | |
WILLIE (Cont'd) | |
Sleep tight, Dr. Jones! | |
(suddenly melancholy) | |
I could've been your greatest ad- | |
venture... | |
73. INT. INDIANA'S SUITE 73. | |
Indy shoves the assassin backwards, ramming the big man into the | |
wall. The assassin maintains his deathgrip -- while on the | |
chaise, Short Round sleeps through it all! | |
Gasping futilely for air, Indy sinks slowly to his knees - his | |
eyes bulge and he stares at the tiny, smiling skulls at the ends | |
of the death-cord wrapped around the assassin's fists. | |
Indiana sinks lower and then feels something -- desperately he | |
grabs a brass pot on the floor by the handle and swings it with | |
his last strength, smashing it up into the assassin's head with | |
a skull-crushing clang! | |
The assassin is stunned and Indiana curls forward pulling him | |
into a somersault and sening him flying over his back. The ass- | |
assin crashes on his sping next to the chaise. Short Round still | |
doesn't wake up. | |
Indiana rips the cord from around his neck and gasps for breath. | |
He sees the assassin pulling a knife. Indiana dives as the knife | |
flies through the air and slams into the wall. | |
Indiana grabs his whip, rolls and lands on his feet. As the ass- | |
assin tries to retreat, Indy unleashes his whip -- it CRACKS and | |
wraps around the killer's neck. | |
The big man struggles, pulling on the whip, trying to release it | |
from his throat -- and Indiana holds fast, watching the killer | |
gasping for air now as his face turns red. | |
Suddenly the assassin does a full-blown backward sommersault | |
which rips the whip out of Indy's hand. The assassin has an in- | |
stant to grin victoriously -- | |
Until he sees that the whip handle is arching toward the ceiling | |
where is gets caught on the revolving fan! The surprised assass- | |
in it tugged upwards -- and the whip twists around the ceiling | |
fan like fishing-line around a fishing-reel-- | |
And like a doomed flounder, the assassin is slowly reeled up and | |
dragged toward the ceiling, his toes lifting off the floor. | |
The assassin screams as he is hanged! His legs twitch in | |
his death throes -- and below him, Short Round finally wakes up. | |
Always Indiana's protector, Shorty instictively leaps off the | |
couch and draws a small dagger -- | |
SHORT ROUND | |
Don't worry, Indy! Where are | |
they?! | |
Short Round spins a 360 , then looks up and does a double-take | |
seeing the dead assassin twisting slowly around the ceiling fan. | |
Indy takes Short Rund by the shoulders and turns him away from | |
the grisly sight. | |
INDIANA | |
It's okay, it's over -- go turn | |
off the fan. | |
Short goes over and turns off the fan -- the assassin's body | |
drops and Indy recoils his whip. Suddenly they hear a hideous | |
scream -- Willie! | |
74. INT. WILLIE'S SUITE 74. | |
In a tight close-up: Willie screams again. She's lying in bed | |
looking down at something -- | |
Moving up her shapely leg, a green and black, monstrous-looking | |
insect crawls onto her stomach and Willie stops breather. Immo- | |
bilized by fear, Willie watches in silent agony as the hideous | |
insect climbs slowly up her breast and slithers toward her neck. | |
Across the suite, the doors burst open and Indiana rushes in. | |
Shorty is behind him, carrying Indy's whip. Indiana leaps on a | |
stools and slides up to the bed to save WIllie -- | |
Then he spots the giant insect crawling on her and decides to | |
have some fun. | |
INDIANA | |
This a cheap trick to get me over | |
here? | |
Willie speaks with desperate, fearful precision -- | |
WILLIE | |
No -- don't you see -- crawling -- | |
INDIANA | |
What -- the bug? | |
Willie is petrified and shaking. | |
WILLIE | |
Get -- the -- bug -- off! | |
INDIANA | |
Gee, I wouldn't want to touch an | |
ugly critter like that! | |
SHORT ROUND | |
(grinning) | |
Uh uh -- me neither! | |
Willie looks at the man-of-action like he's insane. Then she | |
feels the bug crawling onto her cheek -- | |
WILLIE | |
Oh no -- oh no!! | |
INDIANA | |
(studying the bug) | |
You know, Willie, I'll bet he's | |
mad because they were eating his | |
friends for dinner. | |
WILLIE | |
Please -- oh please, I'm going to | |
die! Get it off! | |
Indiana shrugs and leans over and casually swats the horrible bug | |
off her face. He and Short Round watch the insect skid across | |
the floor -- and suddenly disappear as if by magic! | |
Puzzled, they wander toward the wall, leaving Willie behind, | |
bathed in sweat, staring at the ceiling -- | |
WILLIE | |
What did I do to deserve this | |
trip?! | |
Kneeling by the wall, Short Round examines the baseboard -- | |
SHORT ROUND | |
It went under. Hey, I feel | |
wind, Indy. | |
Indiana knocks on the wall and considers the hollow sound. He | |
moves back and looks at the whole wall. Behind him, Willie moves | |
past -- | |
WILLIE | |
I'm packing! I'm getting out of | |
here right now tonight! | |
She dashes behind a screen to start getting dressed. Meanwhile | |
Indy feels the marble walls. He moves to a niche in which there | |
is a small statue of Ganesha, the friendly elephant god. | |
Indiana lifts the statue -- and a panel in the wall opens slow- | |
ly. Short Round looks amazed. Indy watches the light fall | |
across the far wall of a tunnel as the door opens slowly. | |
Indy peers into the tunnel at an old wall painting. Spiderly San- | |
skrit calligraphy runs under a flanking illustration of a prince | |
bowing before a god. | |
INDIANA | |
*(He reads aloud an inscription | |
in Sanskrit). | |
SHORT ROUND | |
What does it mean, Indy? | |
INDIANA | |
(translating) | |
"Follow in the footsteps of | |
Shiva. Do not betray his truth." | |
Indy takes out the piece of cloth the boy gave him in Mayapore, | |
the similarities are striking. It is also a picture of Shiva | |
Sankara. | |
INDIANA | |
*(He repeats aloud the inscrip- | |
tion also written on the cloth) | |
Over behind the screen, Willie's getting into some silk pants with | |
an Indian-style brocade bodice top -- | |
WILLIE | |
I don't care if I have to walk to | |
Delhi, I'm -- hey! | |
She notices Indy and Short Round bending to enter the dark tunnel | |
behind the wall. | |
WILLIE (Cont'd) | |
Wait a minute! What're you -- | |
where're you going?! | |
Indy pokes his head back into the room -- | |
INDIANA | |
Lock your door and don't leave | |
until we get back. | |
He disappears behind the wall and Willie looks worried. | |
75. INT. A PALACE TUNNEL - NIGHT 75. | |
Indy and Short Round enter the secret passage and move forward | |
slowly into the inky darkness. | |
SHORT ROUND | |
I don't think we suppose to be in | |
here, Indy... | |
They creep slowly down the dark tunnel. It grows smaller and Indy | |
ducks his head. | |
SHORT ROUND (Cont'd) | |
I step on something. | |
Their footsteps crunch on the tunnel floor. | |
INDIANA | |
You're right, there's something | |
all over the floor... | |
Even Short Round has to duck and Indy finally kneels to his | |
hands and knees. | |
INDIANA (Cont'd) | |
We'll have to crawl. | |
As they crawl, their hands and knees continue to crunch on what- | |
ever it is littering the ground. | |
SHORT ROUND | |
Indy, the floor -- there is some- | |
thing alive! | |
Indiana gets a match out of his pocket. He snaps it with his | |
thumb and the match flares -- a hideous insectarium: a living | |
collection of the world's ugliest antropods, hexapods and arch- | |
nids. | |
SHORT ROUND | |
Holy smoke -- I'm scared, Indy! | |
Indiana turns and sees something else -- | |
INDIANA | |
There's a chamber here. Come on -- | |
Indy finds an oil lamp on the wall and lights it. Short Round | |
happily scampers into the chamber and Indy follows him. Suddenly | |
the door slides shut -- trapping them inside! | |
76. INT. THE CHAMBER 76. | |
Indiana lights a match and finds another oil lamp. He and Short | |
Round look for a way to open the door that closed behind them, | |
but they have no luck. | |
INDIANA | |
Damn! | |
Then they hear Willie's voice echoing down the short tunnel. | |
WILLIE (O.S.) | |
Hey -- where are you?! | |
77. INT. WILLIE'S SUITE 77. | |
Back in the suite, Willie stands by the entrance to the secret | |
passage, peering into the dark tunnel -- | |
WILLIE (Cont'd) | |
Indiana Jones?! Are you in there?! | |
78. INT. THE CHAMBER 78. | |
Indy mutters irritably to himself -- | |
INDIANA | |
Yes, we're in here... | |
He looks everywhere for something to open the door. Short | |
Round spots a loose brick and moves it -- | |
SHORT ROUND | |
Indy, I found a -- | |
Suddenly they hear a rumble and Indy turns to see the opposite | |
wall moving -- the spikes start appearing! Their lethal points | |
protrude from the wall as it starts closing in toward Indy and | |
Short Round. | |
SHORT ROUND (Cont'd) | |
Indy -- ! | |
Shorty points up and Indiana sees more spikes descending from the | |
ceiling! Indy turns toward the door and shouts -- | |
INDIANA | |
Uh -- Willie?! | |
(louder) | |
Willie, you better get down here! | |
79. INT. WILLIE'S SUITE 79. | |
Willie listens and looks scared -- | |
WILLIE | |
(shouting back) | |
What?! | |
INDIANA (O.S.) | |
Willie, come here! Hurry up, | |
we're in trouble!! | |
SHORT ROUND (O.S.) | |
Willie, help!! | |
Willie is frightened, confused and jumping around -- | |
80. INT. THE SPIKE CHAMBER 80. | |
The deadly spikes inch slowly toward them from the wall and ceil- | |
ing. They start pounding on the door and shout -- | |
INDIANA | |
Willie, damn it! Get down here, | |
NOW | |
81. INT. WILLIE'S SUITE 81. | |
Willie finds the courage to finally whimper and step into the | |
dark passage -- | |
WILLIE | |
Oh hell -- I bet I get all dirty | |
again! | |
82. INT. THE TUNNEL 82. | |
Willie starts down the dark tunnel toward the chamber. | |
INDIANA (O.S.) | |
WILLIE?! | |
WILLIE | |
I'm coming, what's the rush?! | |
Ohh! What's that?! There's | |
stuff all over the floor! I | |
can't see a thing! | |
83. INT. THE SPIKE CHAMBER 83. | |
They hear her coming and Indy watches nervously as the spikes | |
draw even closer -- | |
INDIANA | |
Move, Willie! Faster! | |
84. INT. THE TUNNEL 84. | |
Willie crawls and crunches on the littered floor -- | |
WILLIE | |
It's all wet and icky! Aaahh -- | |
things are moving!! | |
She sees the low lamp by the door to the chamber. | |
SHORT ROUND (O.S.) | |
Please, Willie! | |
She grabs the lamp and turns it up so it burns brighter. She | |
looks around -- and SCREAMS!! She sees the sickening, swarming | |
mass of glistening insects crawling toward her, attracted by the | |
light -- | |
WILLIE | |
(hysterical) | |
There's bugs! Bugs all over! | |
Help! Help me! | |
INDIANA (O.S.) | |
Willie, open the door! GET US | |
OUT OF HERE! | |
Willie pounds on the door -- | |
WILLIE | |
OPEN THE DOOR! LET ME IN!! | |
85. INT. THE SPIKE ROOM 85. | |
The spikes close in -- | |
INDIANA | |
GET US OUT! Willie, shut up and | |
listen! There's got to be a ful- | |
crum release! Look around! | |
WILLIE (O.S.) | |
A what?! | |
86. INT. THE TUNNEL 86. | |
Willie whines and frantically searches the wall. Insects are | |
crawling and jumping on her and she kicks at them! | |
INDIANA (O.S.) | |
A fulcrum release lever! | |
WILLIE | |
I can't find any lever! Help me | |
Indy! | |
87. INT. THE SPIKE CHAMBER 87. | |
Indiana and Short Round are backed against the wall and the | |
spikes are a foot away and moving in -- | |
INDIANA | |
Look around, Willie! There's got to | |
be a liever hidden somewhere! Come | |
on, you can do it! | |
88. INT. THE TUNNEL 88. | |
Insects drop onto Willie from the ceiling and fly at her as she | |
flattens against the wall. Then her elbow hits something -- a | |
loose stone. She claws at it and it falls out of the wall | |
leaving a hole. | |
WILLIE | |
There's a hole! I found a square | |
hole! | |
INDIANA (O.S.) | |
That's it -- the release lever -- | |
look inside! | |
WILLIE | |
I am -- it looks horrible! | |
The hole is revolting : covered with squirming insects, it also | |
oozes some kind of glistening mucus. | |
INDIANA (O.S.) | |
Reach inside! | |
Willie moves her hand toward the nauseating hole then pulls back. | |
WILLIE | |
I can't, Indy! I can't! | |
89. INT. THE SPIKE TUNNEL 89. | |
Indiana turns his head sideways and sucks in his breath, but the | |
deadly spikes are poking into his leater jacket now -- | |
INDIANA | |
The lever! Willie, do it! NOW! | |
90. INT. THE TUNNEL 90. | |
Willie screams and jams her hand into the gross hole -- | |
WILLIE | |
Oh God, it's soft -- it's moving! | |
INDIANA (O.S.) | |
Willie! | |
91. INT. THE SPIKE CHAMBER 91. | |
Short Round is frightened to death and crying -- | |
SHORT ROUND | |
Willie, help us! Hurry! | |
92. INT. THE TUNNEL 92. | |
She hears Short Round crying and twists her hand in the disgust- | |
ing hole. Suddenly the door springs open! Willie pulls her hand | |
out and stares in horror -- her hand and arm are covered with | |
greenish slimey mung! | |
93. INT. THE SPIKE CHAMBER 93. | |
The spikes suddenly retract, disappearing into the wall and clos- | |
ing. Indy pulls Willie inside the chamber and the door slams | |
shut again. Willie dances around, yelling about the hideous slime | |
on her arm. | |
WILLIE | |
Get is off me -- get it off! | |
Indy helps her wipe it off. Willie falls back against the door. | |
WILLIE (Cont'd) | |
You left me out there! What in | |
the hell were you doing in here?! | |
I want to leave this place right | |
now!! | |
She sees the same lever that Short Round pulled earlier and grabs | |
for it. Indiana dives and manages to stop her from activating | |
the spikes agian. | |
INDIANA | |
Not that one! We had enought of | |
that one, thank you... | |
He looks around and spots a small rock protruding from the wall. | |
Cautiously, praying htat it won't activate another booby trap, | |
Indy pushes the rock. | |
A large door opens on the other side of the chamber -- a soft | |
wind howls past outside the chamber. | |
94. INT. THE WIND TUNNEL 94. | |
Indiana, Short Round and Willie exit the spike chamber and head | |
down a larger tunnel through which a roaring wind intermittantly | |
blows, howling eerily like a note of gloomy music. | |
Indiana follows a curve in the tunnel and they see light approaching. | |
The wind holws another dramatic note which gales past them as | |
they reach the mouth of the tunnel. | |
Indiana is joined by Willie and Short Round. They all stop in | |
astonishment at the sight below them: | |
95. INT. THE TEMPLE OF DEATH 95. | |
As the camera pulls back, the mouth of the wind tunnel in which | |
they are standing becomes just a small hole overlooking the stag- | |
gering vastness of the incredible TEMPLE OF DEATH. | |
The colossal subterranean temple has been carved out of a solid | |
mass of rock. A vaulting cathedral-like ceiling is supported by | |
rows of carved stone columns. | |
Balconies overlook the temple floor. Pillared halls leading to | |
dark side chambers. Moving out of these chambers, hundreds of | |
faithful worshippers chant as they enter the temple. | |
Mammoth stone statues of elephants, lions and demi-gods (half/man, | |
half/animal monstrosities) loom above the swelling crowds or wor- | |
shippers. | |
As the wind howls out of the tunnel high above the temple, the | |
worshippers chant in response to the strange tunnel music. | |
96. INT. THE TUNNEL 96. | |
The moaning wind rushes past Indiana, Willie and Short Round as | |
they watch the mystery cult below bowing toward an enormous altar | |
at the far end of the temple. | |
This altar is a platform jutting out from the stone wall of the | |
cavern. Separating the worshippers from this altar is a wide | |
crevasse out of which wisps of smoke rise occasionally. | |
97. INT. THE ALTAR 97. | |
On the other side of the crevasse, evil-looking priests | |
materialize out of clouds of swirling smoke. The priests carry | |
smoke-billowing urns to a giant stone statue. | |
Now, we see the hideous protectress of the temple, the obscenely | |
malevolent ombect of the cult's devotion: the bloodthirsty god- | |
dess KALI! | |
The red-eyed priests bow at the base of the statue and gaze | |
reverently at their KALI MA. Skulls surround her stone feet | |
carved serpents twist up her legs, while around her waist there | |
is a guresome belt of human hands. | |
Naked to the hips, Kali's hair falls about her four arms. In her | |
hand, she holds a sword, in the second the severed head of a | |
giant.With her other hands she encourages her worshipers, who | |
are chanting louder and louder! | |
Kali's face is loathsome: her earrings are two corpses. Her | |
evil tongue extends out of her twisted mouth and what looks like | |
read blood flows over her long fangs and down her naked breasts. | |
98. INT. THE WIND TUNNEL 98. | |
Watching from the high opening, Willie looks disgusted. | |
WILLIE | |
What is it...? | |
INDIANA | |
It's a Thuggee ceremony. They're | |
whorshipping Kali, the goddess of | |
Death and Destruction. | |
99. INT. THE TEMPLE OF DEATH 99. | |
A huge drum sounds three times and the chanting stops. The | |
silence is chilling as another robed figure appears out of the | |
some on the altar. | |
This is MOLA RAM, the High Priest of the Thugge cult. Mola | |
Ram's red-rimmed eyes glare from the sunken sockets in his | |
sinister face. Here is a man who looks as vile and diabolic | |
as the unholy goddess rising behind him. | |
Up in the wind tunnel, Indy stares down at the High Priest and | |
realizes that is was Mola Ram he saw conferring with Chattar Lal | |
in the palace garden. | |
As the drum booms three times more, Mola Ram lifts one arm | |
up from his emaciated body and suddenly there is a scream! | |
All heads turn toward an unfortunate, struggling Indian begin | |
dragged out by priests. The man's face and body are wildly | |
painted. He screams again as he's tied onto a square iron frame | |
laying atop a large flat stone. | |
Mola Ram steps forward to the stretched-out victim and the Indian | |
looks up into the High Priest's grotesque face -- | |
Suddenly Mola Ram's hand shoots out toward the man's chest -- and | |
pierces it! The High Priests hand sinks into the victim's | |
writing body and rips out his living heart! | |
100. INT. THE WIND TUNNEL 100. | |
Willie covers her mouth -- | |
WILLIE | |
Oh my God! He ripped out his -- | |
he killed him! | |
INDIANA | |
No...the heart's still beating! | |
101. INT. THE ALTAR 101. | |
Indeed, the bloody heart is still beating in Mola Ram's hand! | |
He lifts the heart into the air and the worhippers begin the chant. | |
THE MULTITUDE | |
Jai ma Kali, jai ma Kali! | |
Stranger still, the sacrificial victim is still alive -- there is | |
no evidence of a gash on his chest, only a reddish mark The | |
priests add chains to the iron frame and carry the victim over | |
toward a hoist hanging over the crevasse. | |
The man thrashes about helplessly on the iron frame as it is up | |
ended and then lowered with the victim hanging face down -- | |
As the sacrificial victim looks down into the crevasse below -- | |
he screams -- and we see the molten lava bubbling crimson at the | |
bottom of the chasm! | |
102. INT. THE WIND TUNNEL 102. | |
Willie closes her eyes but Indy and Short Round watch horrified | |
as the iron frame is lowered -- and the bloody heart continues to | |
beat in Mola Ram's hand -- and the molten lava burns and flickers | |
as the screaming victim is lowered deeper into the crevasse. | |
103. INT. THE TEMPLE 103. | |
The weird paint on the victim's face starts to smoke and sizzle -- | |
the man's skin blisters as he's lowered within feet of the | |
lava. His flesh smokes and he screams one last time as his body | |
bursts into flame. | |
The iron frame sinks and submerges into the boiling fiery lava. | |
104. INT. THE ALTAR 104. | |
Above the crevasse, Mola Ram continues to hold the heart in | |
his hand -- the heart is smoking and bursts into flames - and | |
disappears! | |
105. INT. THE TEMPLE 105. | |
The iron frame is raised out of the lava -- the metal glows | |
like a branding iron, but there is no trace of the sacrificed | |
victim. | |
106. INT. THE WIND TUNNEL 106. | |
As the wind howls again, Willie and Short Round look sickened and | |
appalled by the ceremony. Even Indy seems shaken by what they | |
are witnessing. | |
THE MULTITUDE | |
Jai ma Kali, jai ma Kali! | |
107. INT. THE ALTAR 107. | |
Moal Ram raises both hands and his voice echoes strange incanta- | |
tions. Behind him, three priests carry cloth-wrapped objects to- | |
ward the altar. | |
108. INT. THE WIND TUNNEL 108. | |
Willie is crying and her voice is shoking as she turns awa from | |
the hideous ritual -- | |
WILLIE | |
Let's go! Let's get out of here! | |
INDIANA | |
Quiet! | |
109. INT. THE ALTAR 109. | |
The priests reverently unwrap three conical pieces of | |
crystallized quartz. The place the three stones below the sta- | |
tue of Kali and slowly the smoke around the altar swirls -- | |
The smoke is drawn to the three stones and they actually start in- | |
haling the piraling smoke. The smoke disappears into the stones | |
and the air clears. Then the three stones start to glow a | |
haunting incandescent white. | |
110. INT. THE WIND TUNNEL 110. | |
Short Round looks scared. Willie is still crying -- Indy waits, | |
horrified but fascinated. | |
INDIANA | |
The village knew their rock was | |
magic -- but they didn't know it | |
was one of the lost Sankara Stones... | |
SHORT ROUND | |
Why they glow like that? | |
INDIANA | |
Legend says that when the stones | |
are brought together the diamonds | |
inside of them will glow. | |
Willie wipes her eyes and becomes more interested -- | |
WILLIE | |
Diamonds...? | |
111. INT. THE ALTAR 111. | |
The Sankara Stones shimmer brightly, and inside the crystallized | |
quartz, the enormous sparkling diamonds of legend are now re- | |
vealed. | |
Mola Ram stands facing Kali with his arms outstretched and | |
kneels and bows and then walks off the altar and disappears. | |
112. INT. THE WIND TUNNEL 112. | |
Indiana sees the woshippers below start to leave the temple. He | |
looks at Willie and Short Round. | |
INDIANA | |
Okay -- now listen -- you wait here | |
and keep quiet. Shorty, keep an | |
eye on her. | |
Short Round nods and hands Indy his bullwhip and shoulder bag. | |
Willie sees Indiana peering down at the sheer drop below the | |
mouth of the wind tunnel. | |
WILLIE | |
Wait -- what're you doing? | |
INDIANA | |
I'm going down. | |
WILLIE | |
Down? Down there?! Are you | |
crazy --! | |
INDIANA | |
I'm not leaving without those | |
stones. | |
WILLIE | |
You're gonna get killed chasing | |
after your damn fortune and | |
glory! | |
INDIANA | |
(looking at her) | |
Maybe...someday. | |
(smiling) | |
Not today. | |
SHORT ROUND | |
I keep my eye peeled, Indy. | |
Indiana nods and looks down at the now empty temple. Then he | |
slips down from the mouth of the wind tunnel. | |
113. INT. THE TEMPLE WALL 113. | |
Indiana skillfully clumbs down an enormous tmeple column -- find- | |
ing footholds on stone cobras, carved lions and the stone breasts | |
of dancing girls. Slowly, he makes his way down and swings across | |
a balcony. | |
114. INT. THE BALCONY 114. | |
Indiana walks quietly along the balcony overlooking the temple. | |
He stops -- between him and the altar is the crevasse with the | |
lava bubbling fire at the bottom. | |
Indiana looks across the gulf and sees another column near the | |
altar at the top of which stone elephants are perched. Indy | |
curls his whip and suddenly lets it fly -- | |
The whip cracks and its end wraps tightly around the tusk of one | |
of the stone elephants. From the balcony, Indy tugs the whip | |
taut, takes a breath and runs -- | |
115. INT. THE CREVASSE 115. | |
Indiana leaps and swings out on the whip, arching down and up, | |
over the chasm of fiery lava in a spectacular curving jump! | |
116. INT. THE LATAR 116. | |
Indy lands on his feet and turns to release the whip. Short | |
Round waves to Indy that the coast is clear. Indy snaps the whip | |
-- it releases from the elephant tusk and drops. | |
Recurling the whip, Indy attaches it to his belt and moves to- | |
ward the towering statue of Kali. The three Sankara stones start | |
to glow and Indiana approaches them cautiously. | |
Reaching the stones, Indy's face is lighted by them. He notices | |
that one of them (sthe stone from Mayapore village) has strange | |
lines painted across it. | |
Suspiciously, Indy touches the stone, but it doesn't burn. He | |
lifts it carefully and peers into it. The enormous diamond | |
sparkles inside. He places the stone in his shoulder bag and | |
reaches for the others. | |
117. INT. THE WIND TUNNEL 117. | |
Short Round and Willie watch apprehensively as Indiana bags the | |
three stones. | |
118. INT. THE ALTAR 118. | |
Indiana backs away and looks up at the horrific statue of Kali. | |
It seems to be watching him. He turns and is about to go when he | |
hears something -- | |
It sounds like a voice and Indy is afraid to turn -- could it be | |
Kali? The he hears other noises echoing and turns slowly. Real- | |
alizing the sounds are coming from behind the altar, Indy moves | |
around it toward the back. | |
119. INT. THE WIND TUNNEL 119. | |
Short Round and Willie are mystified as they see Indiana dissap- | |
pear behind the altar. | |
WILLIE | |
Oh hell, where's he going? | |
Short Round looks worried. Then the wind rushes past them quickly | |
and howls its somber musical note. However, the wind sounds dif- | |
ferent this time, its tone quavering slightly. | |
Short Round is puzzled and looks around. He feeezes when he sees | |
two shadowy figures coming down the tunnel toward them -- the | |
bodies causing the tone of the wind to shift eerily -- | |
Willie notices Short Round pulling a dagger from his belt - | |
WILLIE | |
What're you -- ? | |
Suddenly she turns and screams as two huge Thuggee guards rush | |
at them! One grabs at Short Round but the kid slashes the | |
guard's hand with his dagger. | |
Willie tries to get past the other guard, but he snatches her by | |
the arm and pulls her toward him -- from her training at the Col- | |
lege of Hard Knocks, Willie successfully knees the big man in the | |
balls. | |
WILLIE (Cont'd) | |
Keep your paws off, letch! | |
The man groans and sinks to his knees. Willie sees that Short | |
Round is in trouble. She runs over, leaps onto the back of the | |
other guard and starts ripping his hair out. | |
Short Round picks up his fallen dagger. The big guard lurches | |
backwards and smashes Willie into the rocky wall of the tunnel. | |
Willie falls to the floor. | |
Short Round approaches, holding the man at bay with his dagger. | |
Willie turns as the other guard, the one she kneed, crawls toward | |
her -- Willie scoops up some dirt and throws it. The man claws | |
at his eyes and Willie jumps up. | |
SHORT ROUND | |
Run Willie! | |
Willie starts to run and Short Round backs away, keeping the | |
guard at a distance with his dagger. Suddenly the guard cries out | |
in Hindi and dives at Short Round. | |
Panicking, Shorty tries to run after Willie -- but he's tripped. | |
The guard has Short Round by the foot and drags him back. Willie | |
looks around and stops running. She sees Short Round is caught. | |
SHORT ROUND (Cont'd) | |
No! Run! Go get help! | |
Willie hesitates, then runs down the tunnel. Meanwhile, a mam- | |
moth hand clutches Short Round's throat -- the giant guard lifts | |
Shorty completely off the ground and the kid looks terrified and | |
helpless as he dangles in the air... | |
120. INT. CHAMBER BEHIND ALTAR 120. | |
Indiana enters the dark chamber behind the altar. The only il- | |
lumination is the back-light streaming around the silhouetted | |
statue of Kali. | |
Indy slowly crosses a narrow stone bridge and moves toward a cy- | |
lindrical shaft of light rising up from what appears to be an | |
enormous hole. | |
Indy hears voices and the clink of metal against rock as he con- | |
tinues forward. The ground is dark in front of the large hole. | |
He edges toward the precipice and the light rising up illuminates | |
the look of shock on his face as he peers down into Hell... | |
121. INT. THE THUGGEE MINES 121. | |
Indy looks into a deep pit around which concentric paths leads off | |
into numerous narrow tunnels. Crawling out of these burrows, | |
scrawny children drag sacks of dirt and rock. Other hollow-eyed | |
children pull these sacks to mine cars waiting on rails. | |
Straining to lift the rocks into the mine cars, several of the | |
children slip and fall. Bare-chested Thuggee guards shout at the | |
enslaves children and kick those who've fallen. | |
For these children there would seem to be only one hope -- death | |
-- an end to their travail. | |
Indiana edges around the hole, looking into the ghastly mine and | |
feeling as if he's discovered an inferno of misery as grotesque | |
as Dante's. | |
Indy shifts the bag of stones on his shoulder. He hesitates and | |
considers his choice: he has the Sankara Stones and can leave | |
with them now... | |
But Indy hears the pleading cries of one child and peers down to | |
see a burly Thuggee guard beating the pitiful little slave. Indy | |
gets angrier and angrier as he watches. | |
He finally steps over the grabs a boulder. He lifts it and | |
flings it down into the mine -- | |
122. INT. THE MINE 122. | |
We see Indiana above and the boulder hurtling down -- it crashes | |
onto the head of the Thuggee guard who hits the ground like a | |
sack of cement! | |
12. INT. THE CHAMBER 123. | |
Indy sees the startled slave children looking up at him in shock. | |
He smiles victoriously at the Thuggees below who've run over to | |
see what happened. | |
Indy's smile seems to fade as his anger turns to surprise as he | |
feels something unnerving: | |
Dirt is crumbling away from the rim of the hole, a small | |
landslide starting beneath his feet. Suddenly the floor gives | |
way and Indy slips! | |
The entire rim of the hole shears off and Indy topples with it | |
and plunges down into the mine toward the assembled guards who | |
scatter -- Indy yells as he falls and it echoes... | |
CUT TO: | |
124. INT. A CELL - NIGHT 124. | |
Indiana's yell continues to echo -- his head jerks suddenly -- | |
Indy jolts awake as if coming out of a nightmare, awakened by his | |
own reverberating shout. | |
Indy is lying on the rocky floor of a dark cave/cell. He lifts | |
his hands and discovers that they are chained. In the murky | |
light, he sees Short Round sitting in chains across the cell. | |
SHORT ROUND | |
Indy -- you knocked out when you | |
fall. You okay? | |
Indiana nods groggily. He sees a young slave worker in rags sit- | |
ting near Short Round. Through the iron bars of the cell, Indy | |
sees the children slaving in the mine tunnels. | |
SHORT ROUND | |
(indicating the kid) | |
This is Nainsukh -- from the vil- | |
lage. They bring him here to dig | |
in the mines. | |
INDIANA | |
Why? | |
NAINSUKH | |
Children are small -- we can work | |
in tunnels. Now I am too old. | |
SHORT ROUND | |
What they do to you now? | |
NAINSUKH | |
I pray to Shiva -- let me die. | |
But I do not. Now -- now the | |
evil of Kali take me. | |
SHORT ROUND | |
How? | |
NAINSUKH | |
They will make me drink blood of | |
Kali. Then I fall into black | |
sleep of Kali Ma... | |
INDIANA | |
What is that? | |
NAINSUKH | |
I become like them. I be alive -- | |
nut like in nightmare. You drink | |
the blood, you not wake up from | |
nightmare of Kali Ma. | |
There's a noise and they see two guards and a priest outside the | |
cell. Nainsukh cowers in the darkness at the back of the cell, | |
like a trapped animal awaiting the inevitable. | |
CUT TO: | |
125. INT. A MINE TUNNEL - NIGHT 125. | |
Indiana and Short Round are pushed down a tunnel by guards. They | |
are stopped at a door and shoved inside. | |
126. INT. MOLA RAM'S CHAMBER 126. | |
Indiana and Short Round stumble into the chamber. It is a terri- | |
fying gallery of occult yantras, ritualistic statues and grisly | |
icons of the evil Thuggee sect. | |
Grotesque statues of Kali's baleful minions line the walls. In a | |
corner, there is another statue of Kali herself, draped with | |
flowers, necklaces of real human skills and slithering belts of | |
live snakes. | |
Fresh blood has been splashed over the statue and at its base are | |
the three Sankara Stones recovered from Indiana. Mola Ram sits | |
in a yoga position near the statue of Kali. | |
Mola Ram opens his eyes and he sees Indiana and Short Round | |
standing in chains before him. | |
MOLA RAM | |
You were caught trying to steal | |
the Sankara Stones. | |
INDIANA | |
(shrugging) | |
Nobody's perfect. The way I | |
heard it, you stole one of them | |
from a small village. | |
Mola Ram stands and gazes transfixed at the stones glowing on the | |
altar. | |
MOLA RAM | |
There were five stones in the | |
beginning. Over the centuries | |
they were dispersed by wars, | |
sold off by thieves like you... | |
INDIANA | |
Two are still missing. | |
MOLA RAM | |
No. They are here -- somewhere. | |
A century ago when the British | |
raided this temple and butchered | |
my people, a loyal priest his the | |
last two stones down here in the | |
catacombs. | |
INDIANA | |
That's what you've got these chil- | |
dren -- these slaves digging for? | |
MOLA RAM | |
They dig for the gems to support | |
our cause. They also search for | |
the last two stones. Soon we will | |
have all five Sankara Stones and | |
the Thuggees will be all powerful! | |
INDIANA | |
Nobody can say you don't have a | |
vivid imagination. | |
MOLA RAM | |
You do not believe me? You will, | |
Dr. Jones. You will become a true | |
believer. | |
The door opens and Mola Ram bows slightly as the little Maharajah | |
enters. Indy looks surprised and Short Round tenses. | |
MOLA RAM (Cont'd) | |
Your Highness will witness the | |
thief's conversion. | |
Mola Ram nods and two guards grab Indy. They drag him struggling | |
to a rock and chain him to it. Short Round scuffles as he's | |
pulled aside to watch. | |
Remembering the High Priest's earlier open-heart surgery, Indi- | |
ana looks worried as Mola Ram approaches him -- | |
MAHARAJAH | |
You will not suffer. I recently | |
became of age and tasted the blood | |
of Kali. | |
Now the young initiate comes forward and Indiana looks startled -- | |
it's Nainsukh. He is wearing robes and his eyes are glowing | |
strangely. Nainsukh hands Mola Ram a hollow human skull full of | |
blood! | |
The guards hold Indiana's head back and force his mouth open. | |
Mola Ram tips the skull and blood spills out of its death- | |
grinning jaws and flows into Indiana's mouth. Indy gags -- | |
Suddenly he spits the blood, spraying Mola Ram and the little | |
Maharajah. Looking at his blood-splattered clothes, the Mahara- | |
jah is furious. | |
MOLA RAM | |
Hold him! | |
The little prince's eyes glow angrily and he hisses at Indy -- | |
MAHARAJAH | |
You will learn to obey because | |
you are powerless! | |
The little Maharajah pulls a small krtya from his robes -- Indy | |
sees that the doll has been crudely fashioned to resemble him. | |
MAHARAJAH (Cont'd) | |
I control you now! | |
The Maharajah turns and sticks the doll into a flaming urn. In- | |
diana suddenly cries out and twists in pain as he is burned! The | |
little prince smiles evilly and puts the doll back into his | |
robes. | |
Then he goes over to where Indy's whip and bag have been laid. | |
He grabs the bullwhip. | |
MAHARAJAH (Cont'd) | |
You told me that a whip could be | |
an enemy to its owner. We shall | |
see! Turn him over! | |
As the guards turn Indy face down, they rip off his jacket and | |
chain his ahnds to the rock. The Maharajah uncurls the whip -- he | |
notices Short Round smiling snidely -- | |
Suddenly the Maharajah cracks the whip -- it lashes out and cuts | |
into Short Round's shoulder. Blood appears and Short Round looks | |
stunned by the lash and by the fact the Marahajah knows who to | |
use the whip. | |
MAHARAJAH (Cont'd) | |
As Dr. Jones suggested, I have | |
been practicing. | |
The little Maharajah whirls and lashes the whip again. Indiana | |
jerks as the bullwhip rips through his shirt and tears open his | |
flesh. The Maharajah lashes again and again -- blood spurts | |
across Indy's tattered shirt. | |
As the whipping continues- Short Round jumps as if he is also be- | |
ing beaten. His eyes fill with tears as he watches Indy suffer. | |
Finally, the little Maharajah lets the whip fall limp. As the | |
Maharajah approaches Indy, Short Round lunges as him angrily but | |
the guards restrain him. | |
Indiana groans as he's turned over. Blood trickles from his | |
mouth and he stares up hatefully at Mola Ram. | |
MOLA RAM | |
The British in India will be | |
slaughtered. Then we will over- | |
run the Moslems and force their | |
"Allah" to bow to Kali. | |
Mola Ram is once again given the human skull by a priest and he | |
lifts it toward Indy's face -- | |
MOLA RAM (Cont'd) | |
And then the Hebrew God will fall | |
and finally the Christian God will | |
be cast down and forgotten. | |
Indy's head is held back and Mola Ram spills the blood -- it | |
flows out of the mouth of the skull into Indy's mouth. | |
MOLA RAM (Cont'd) | |
Soon Kali Ma will rule the world! | |
Indy's eyes look horrified as the blood flows from the skull down | |
his choking throat -- some of the blood spills and falls to the | |
floor -- | |
We see the very earth trembling as the evil spreads -- a fissure | |
appears beneath Indy's feet and a small line of crimson lava | |
oozes out and smiles evilly across the floor... | |
CUT TO: | |
127. INT. WILLIE'S SUITE - NIGHT 127. | |
Diaphanous curtains billow silently into the moonlighted room. | |
Two exotic birds sit on a golden perch, their eyes clicking | |
watchfully. Suddenly the brids shriek and flap away -- | |
Willie stumbles through the secret door and falls into the room. | |
Insects cover her and she shimpers as she knocks them off. She | |
manages to stagger to her feet and she heads for the door. | |
128. INT. THE PALACE - NIGHT 128. | |
Willie rushes out of her room and runs through the deserted pal- | |
ace looking for help. She flies down the moonlit corridors, past | |
the huge wall paintings. | |
She stops by a courtyard and calls out desperately, but there is | |
no one around. She backs away down a hallway and then jumps -- | |
seeing something in a mirror: a face looms behind her and she | |
screams! | |
Willie whirls and sees Chattar Lal, the Prime Minister, approach- | |
ing her. | |
WILLIE | |
Oh my God, you scared me! Listen, | |
you've got to help. We found this | |
tunnel -- | |
Captain Blumburtt comes around a corner and interrupts -- | |
CAPT. BLUMBURTT | |
(to Chattar Lal) | |
Jones isn't in his room. Miss | |
Scott -- my troops are leaving at | |
dawn if you want us to escort you | |
to Delhi -- | |
WILLIE | |
No -- you can't go! Something aw- | |
ful's happened. They've got Short | |
Round and I think Indy's been -- | |
CAPT. BLUMBURTT | |
What? | |
WILLIE | |
We found a tennel that leads to a | |
temple below the palace! Please, | |
come with me, I'll show you! | |
The two men exchange dubious looks. Willie grabs Blumburtt by | |
the arm and they start down the hall. | |
CHATTAR LAL | |
Miss Scott, you're not making any | |
sense. | |
WILLIE | |
I'm afraid they'll kill them! We | |
saw horrible things down there -- | |
they had a human sacrifice and they | |
ripped a man's heart out! | |
CAPT. BLUMBURTT | |
Who? | |
WILLIE | |
It's some kind of cult! And they've | |
got the sacred stones that Indy was | |
searching for. | |
CHATTAR LAL | |
I sense the fumes of opium in all | |
this. Prehaps Miss Scott picked | |
up the habit in Shanghai. | |
WILLIE | |
What're you talking about -- I'm | |
not a dope fiend! I saw it! I'll | |
show you! | |
129. INT. WILLIE'S SUITE 129. | |
She leads them into her suite. Willie points to the dark opening | |
in the wall. Blumburtt picks up an oil lamp and holds it toward | |
the opening -- suddenly he jumps back as Indiana emerges! | |
INDIANA | |
(smiling faintly) | |
What're we playing, hid and seek? | |
They're all startled. Willie looks relieved and rushes over to | |
Indy and puts her arms around him. | |
WILLIE | |
Oh, Indy, you got away! Tell them | |
what happened, they won't believe | |
me -- | |
He puts his arms around her and feels her trembling from fear and | |
anger. He walks her to the bed and helps her sit down -- | |
INDIANA | |
It's okay. You're all right now. | |
WILLIE | |
They think I'm insane. Tell them | |
I'm not, Indy. Please -- help me ... | |
The awful events have taken their toll and Willie covers her face | |
and cries like a scared kid. Indy gets her to lie down on the | |
bed. He sits beside her and smiles and touches her hair -- | |
INDIANA | |
Hey, I thought you were supposed | |
to be a real tropper. Willie? | |
He wipes the tears from her face and she holds his hand -- | |
WILLIE | |
(quietly) | |
What? | |
INDIANA | |
You've got to go to sleep now. | |
WILLIE | |
(softly) | |
I want to go home... | |
INDIANA | |
I don't blame you... this hasn't | |
been what you'd call a fun vaca- | |
tion... | |
She smiles a little despite herself and he touches her cheek. | |
He eyes are already closing and he stands up. | |
A servant is entering the suite to take care of Willie. She cov- | |
sers her with a blanket and start dropping the mosquito netting | |
as Indy walks off toward the verandah with Blumburtt and Chattar | |
Lal. | |
130. EXT. THE VERANDAH - DAWN 130. | |
The first light is breaking over the mountain peaks. Coming out | |
onto the verandah, Indy and the other two men see the cavalry | |
troops breaking camp below and readying their horses and trucks. | |
INDIANA | |
I've spent by life crawling around | |
in caves and tunnels -- I shouldn't | |
have let somebody like Willie go | |
in there with me. | |
CAPT. BLUMBURTT | |
Miss Scott panicked? | |
INDIANA | |
When she saw the insects she passed | |
out cold. I carried her back to | |
her room. She was sleeping when I | |
re-entered the tunnel to look | |
around. | |
CHATTAR LAL | |
As she slept, she undoubtedly had | |
nightmares. | |
Indiana looks at him and nods. | |
INDIANA | |
Then she must have run out of the | |
room and you found her. | |
CAPT. BLUMBURTT | |
Did you discover anything in that | |
tunnel, Dr. Jones? | |
Indiana stares into the rising sun. | |
INDIANA | |
Nothing. Just a dead end. That | |
tunnel's been deserted for years. | |
A sergeant-major shouts up to Blumburtt that the troops are | |
ready. | |
CAPT. BLUMBURTT | |
Well, Mr. Prime Minister, my re- | |
port will duly note that we | |
found nothing unusual here in | |
Pankot. | |
CHATTAR LAL | |
I'm sure that will please the | |
Maharajah, Captain. | |
CAPT. BLUMBURTT | |
(to Indiana) | |
As I said before, we'd be happy to | |
escort you to Delhi. | |
INDIANA | |
Thanks, but I don't think Willie is | |
ready to travel yet. | |
CUT TO: | |
131. EXT. THE PALACE ROAD - MORNING 131. | |
Dust swirls as the British cavalry moves off with their Highland | |
Pipers at the head playing a military bagpipe tune. Capt. Blum- | |
burtt comes out of the palace and gets into an open car. | |
Blumburtt's car moves off behind the cavalry and then the supply | |
trucks follow. | |
132. INT. WILLIE'S SUITE 132. | |
The whine of the bagpipes is eerily muted in the dark room. | |
Through the gently swaying mosquito netting, we see Willie asleep | |
on the bed. | |
Then through her side of the gauzy netting, we see the door | |
opening across the room. Indiana enters quietly and moves toward | |
the bed, his eyes fixed on Willie's sleeping body. | |
Indy sits down on the bed slowly. Willie turns in her sleep and | |
opens her eyes. Through the mosquito netting she sees Indy sit- | |
ting with his back to her. | |
WILLIE | |
Indy? Did you walk to them? | |
INDIANA | |
Yes. | |
WILLIE | |
So now they believe me. | |
INDIANA | |
Yes, they believe you. | |
Indiana speaks in a strange monotone. | |
WILLIE | |
Then they'll send the soldiers | |
down into the temple... | |
Willie looks at Indiana's back and continues quietly. | |
WILLIE (Cont'd) | |
I was scared to death last night | |
when I thought they were going to | |
kill you. | |
INDIANA | |
No... they won't kill me. | |
WILLIE | |
(smiling faintly) | |
You know you've been nothing but | |
trouble since I hooked up with | |
you -- but I have to admit I'd | |
miss you if I lost you... | |
Now Indiana starts to turn slowly. | |
INDIANA | |
You won't lose me, Willie... | |
She sees him turn and his face slowly comes toward the mosquito | |
netting -- his face pushes into the netting and Willie looks | |
stunned as Indy's mouth opens -- | |
He starts hissing grotesquely, smoke billows out of his mouth and | |
the mosquito netting BURNS OPEN to expose his terrifying face | |
moving toward Willie -- | |
She is forzen with fear and unable to utter a sound as Indy's | |
malevolent face looms at her -- and then she notices his eyes -- | |
his eyes glowing a hellish luminscent yellow! | |
Willie SCREAMS!! | |
She suddenly bolts from the bed and tries to run -- Indiana goes | |
into a rage, ripping the mosquito netting from the bed as he fol- | |
lows her. | |
INDIANA | |
No! I've found it -- you can't -- | |
Kali knows! | |
Willie tries the door but it's locked. She sees Indiana moving | |
toward her ranting incoherently as he smashes a vase out of his | |
way -- | |
INDIANA | |
-- been too many lies -- there's no | |
god's heaven -- just -- the horror! | |
I've seen it -- life preying on | |
life! | |
Willie cowers in a corner, horrified by the transformation she | |
sees in Indiana. Shouting and pacing Indy holds his head against | |
the pain of his terrible thoughts -- | |
INDIANA | |
-- rivers -- destroying mountains -- | |
a comet in space -- exploding! | |
(holding his head) | |
Aaahh! -- the screams -- pitiful | |
people -- their pain -- the hate -- | |
and greed -- always greed! | |
The light throws his shadow over Willie -- a giant shadow float- | |
ing back and forth over her as she cries in the corner, unable to | |
fight the evil devouring Indiana. | |
INDIANA | |
-- but I've found -- Kali's touch! | |
Death -- no more lies -- the death | |
I've been searching for! | |
(shouting) | |
Quit crying! She can hear you -- | |
Kali knows fear -- don't you under- | |
stand -- Kali is freedom! | |
Indiana stops pacing and Willie freezes in terror. Now a bizarre | |
yellow light wipes across the room. Indiana turns and watches | |
silently as two Thuggee guards emerge from a secret doorway | |
that's opened -- | |
The shadows of the Thuggee guards loom over Willie and she | |
SCREAMS again! | |
CUT TO: | |
133. INT. THE TEMPLE OF DEATH - DAY 133. | |
A sea of frightening faces once again intones the horrible sacri- | |
ficial chant. Among the shorshippers, the little Maharajah sits | |
on a riased platform. Like the other believers, he stares across | |
the crevasse at the altar of Kali Ma. | |
The wailing wind howls out of the high tunnel and the terrifying | |
chanting reaches a fever pitch. | |
134. INT. THE TMEPLE ALTAR 134. | |
And once again the three sacred Sankara Stones glow magically. | |
Mola Ram materializes evilly amidst the swirling smoke and he | |
begins chanting in Sanskrit. | |
Beside the altar, half-clad female acolytes pass in front of the | |
robed priests -- with their fingers the women paint two white | |
lines across the priests' foreheads. | |
An acolyte moves in front of Chattar Lal -- the Prime Minister is | |
now dressed in robes. As the devotional markings are painted on | |
his forehead, Chattar Lal translates the High Priest's speech to | |
Indiana who stands next to him. | |
CHATTAR LAL | |
Mola Ram is telling the faithful | |
of out victory. He says the | |
British have left the palace, | |
which proves Kali Ma's new power. | |
INDIANA | |
Yes, I understand. | |
Indiana bows his head to receive the mystical markings. He lis- | |
tens to Mola Ram's rantings -- Indy's eyes are ominously vacant | |
as he stares up at the hideous statue of Kali. | |
135. INT. MINE TUNNELS - DAY 135. | |
Beneath the temple, down in the bowels of the mountain, the piti- | |
ful children dig at the earth with their fingers. A FAT GUARD | |
slouches down the tunnel, flogging malingerers with a aleather | |
strap. | |
Short Round sweats next to the others, clawing at the rocks, | |
doomed to work with them now in their search for the last wo | |
Sankara Stones. | |
The leather strap suddenly flays Short Round's back and he barely | |
manages not to scream out in pain. The fat guard passes -- Short | |
Round and the other kids pull a large rock which suddenly comes | |
loose out of the wall -- ! | |
They fall back and see they've exposed a vein of molten lava! | |
Hearing their shouts, the fat guard returns -- yelling at their | |
stupidity, he whips them and shoves them aside brutally. | |
Short Round see the fat guard's eyes glowing fiercely in anger. | |
Suddenly the fissure shoots out steam and spews some molten lava | |
over the guard's legs. | |
The guard screams and falls to the ground, thrashing about, try- | |
ing to kick the searing lava off his smoking flesh. | |
As the other kids cower, Short Round's humane instincts cause him | |
to jump forward to help the guard who moments earlier was beating | |
him -- | |
Short Round tosses dirt on the guard's legs and grabs a gunny | |
sack and starts rubbing the lava off. Shorty notices something | |
strange: | |
The guard's eyes, which were glowing yellow before, are now dim- | |
ming and returning to normal. The moaning guard looks at Shorty | |
thankfully and then looks around as if waking from a nightmare -- | |
SHORT ROUND | |
(to another slave kid) | |
His eyes -- they go out. | |
Other guards appear and lift the guard -- suddenly he starts | |
struggling against the guards not wanting to return to the night- | |
mare of Kali -- | |
FAT GUARD | |
(as he's dragged away) | |
No! NO! | |
SHORT ROUND | |
The pain -- the pain makes him wake up! | |
(thinking quickly) | |
Indy! I can make Indy wake up! | |
But the other guards push and beat the children back to work. | |
Short Round is shoved against a wall and groans -- he reaches over | |
and grabs a large rock, lifting it defiantly -- | |
But rather than heaving it at the guard, Short Round smashes the | |
rock down on the leg chains binding him to the other children. | |
Shorty beats at the chain with the rock, determined to escape. | |
SHORT ROUND | |
Indy! | |
136. INT. THE TEMPLE OF DEATH 136. | |
The wind moans and joins Mola Ram's voice echoing maniacally over | |
the multitude gathered in the enormous temple. On his throne, | |
the little Maharajah listens transfixed. | |
137. INT. THE ALTAR 137. | |
Chattar Lal watches Indiana staring hypnotically at the High | |
Priest as he speaks -- | |
CHATTAR LAL | |
You understand what he tells us? | |
INDIANA | |
Kali Ma protects us now and for- | |
ever, and we must pledge our | |
devotion by worshipping her with | |
an offering of flesh and blood! | |
Suddenly htere is a heart-rending scream of terror and the | |
priests draf forward the next sacrificial victim -- | |
Indiana's glowing eyes watch emotionlessly as Willie is brought | |
out. Dressed in a Rajput maiden's outfit, Willie has been jewel- | |
ed and draped with flowers -- a strange contrast as she struggles | |
desperately. | |
CHATTAR LAL | |
Your friend has seen and she has | |
heard -- now she will not talk. | |
As Willie is dragged past she sees Indy and calls to him -- | |
WILLIE | |
Indy! Help me! Indy?! | |
Willie is shocked seeing that Indiana remains impassive and un- | |
caring as she's dragged to her death. | |
CHATTAR LAL | |
(to Indy) | |
This will prove your devotion to | |
Kali. | |
Indiana looks away from Willie's terrified face and stares up | |
adoringly at the monstrous statue of his goddess Kali. | |
138. INT. THE MINE 138. | |
In the dark tunnel, a rock smashes down onto a chain -- and | |
breaks it! Short Round is exhausted. He looks around furtively | |
and sees a guard approaching. | |
Short Round takes a chance -- he dives and rolls across the | |
tunnel. He ducks behind a mine car full of rocks being pushed | |
out by two chained children. | |
The guard lumbers past unsuspectingly as Short Round makes his | |
escape using the moving mine car as cover. | |
139. INT. THE ALTAR 139. | |
Up in the temple, Willie continues to struggle as her legs are | |
strapped to the iron sacrifical frame. Chattar Lal grabs her | |
hand and ties it down. Willie's free hand reaches out imploring- | |
ly toward Indiana -- | |
WILLIE | |
(hoarsely) | |
Please, God, don't let them do | |
this to me -- help me, Indy! | |
He reaches out slowly and Willie grabs his hand tightly. Indy | |
looks into her eyes and then stares at her hand -- and slowly | |
lifts it and starts tying it to the iron frame. | |
WILLIE (Cont'd) | |
No -- no! | |
Willie cries is disbelief as Indiana calmly betrays her. | |
140. INT. THE MINES BELOW 140. | |
Short Round races up a tunnel and then flattens himself behind a | |
corner. He peers anxiously into a large carven and sees two | |
guards walking away. | |
When the coast is clear, Short Round darts across the cavern to a | |
long wooden ladder tilted up against a wall. Short Round looks | |
up the high ladder and sees a kid with a sack of rocks descending | |
from a burrow-hole half-way up the wall. | |
The exhausted kid nearly collapses at the bottom -- then jumps | |
seeing Short Round. Shorty motions for him to keep quiet. | |
Amaxed, the kid watches Short Round scramble up the ladder. | |
Shorty continues until he is high above the floor. | |
Dirty faces stare out of the high burrow as Short Round stops | |
climbing. The kids are astonished as Short Round suddenly grunts | |
and kicks the ladder away from the wall! | |
The high ladder falls in an arc and what seem like sure suicide | |
slowly resembles a mini-Indiana Junes stunt as Short Round swings | |
to the other side of the falling ladder -- | |
Short Round holds on for dear life as the ladder crashes against | |
the opposite cavern wall -- giving Short Round access to the | |
roof-hole that leads up to the temple! | |
Short Round scurries up the ladder and pulls himself up into the | |
chamber behind the altar. He looks at the light flaring around | |
the statue of Kali -- | |
SHORT ROUND | |
Indy -- ! | |
141. INT. THE TEMPLE OF DEATH 141. | |
Chains clank and gears grind as the sacrificial frame is raised | |
over the crevasse. Stretched out on it, Willie looks horrified | |
as she hangs suspended face down above the boiling lava! | |
The frame and victim descend slowly into the crevasse and the | |
crowd around the little Maharajah changs louder. | |
142. INT. THE REAR CHAMBER 142. | |
Short Round dashes across the dark chamber behind the altar. He | |
peers out and sees Willie disappearing into the crewasse! He | |
sees Indiana watching impassively -- | |
SHORT ROUND | |
No -- Indy -- wake up! | |
Then Shorty sees a flaming torch hanging on a wall bracket and he | |
has an idea. | |
143. INT. THE ALTAR 143. | |
Short Round suddenly darts out onto the altar and Mola Ram sees | |
him and yells. Several priests grab for Shorty. He eludes the | |
first priest, smashes the second in the stomach with his head, | |
and runs like a little quarterback toward the fiery torch -- | |
Short Round snatches the torch from the wall and charges toward | |
Indiana. Seeing him coming, Indy's eyes start glowing yellow and | |
when Short Round runs up to him, Indiana suddenly swings and | |
backhands the little guy brutally across the face! | |
The torch flies out of Shorty's hand as he's knocked against at | |
wall by Indy's vicious blow -- Short Round wipes a little blood | |
from his chin and stares at his hero in wounded disbelief. | |
Chattar Lal watches approvingly -- a priest moves toward Shorty. | |
Chattar Lal looks back toward the crevasse -- | |
Willie hangs on the lowering frame, heat waves rising up now to | |
scald her skin and she chokes as the sulphuric air burns her | |
lungs! | |
Meanwhile Short Round is crawling backwards across the floor with | |
a look of terror on his face -- Indiana stalks him, hissing, | |
snarling, his eyes lgowing -- | |
Short Round springs to his feet and tries to run -- Indy grabs | |
him and pulls him -- Shorty's hand grabs for another wall torch | |
and just manages to yank it free! | |
Indiana spins Short Round and clutches his throat. As Indy | |
strangles him, Short Round struggles and finally jams the torch | |
into Indy's side. The fiery torch burns Indy, smoking as it | |
sears his flesh, and he yells in pain. | |
SHORT ROUND | |
Wake up! It's just a nightmare, | |
Indy! Wake up, please Indy! | |
Indiana writhes in pain and Short Round sees the evil yellow glow | |
in Indy's eyes getting dimmer and finally going out. Now it | |
seems like theold Indiana staring at him -- | |
SHORT ROUND (Cont'd) | |
Indy, you back? | |
Suddenly a priest grabs Short Round and pulls him off Indiana. | |
INDIANA | |
No! Give him to me! | |
Short Round is firghtened as Indy grabs him from the priest. | |
Indy lifts Short Round into the air -- | |
SHORT ROUND | |
No, Indy, no! | |
He sets Short Round down on the brink of the crevasse an inch | |
from doom. Shorty looks down at the lava and is terrified. | |
Indiana finally flahses him a quick smile and winks! | |
Then Indiana whirls and punches the priest in the face! Short | |
Round cheers, realizing that Indiana is back. | |
SHORT ROUND (Cont'd) | |
We got to help Willie! | |
Indiana springs into action, stopping another priest with a quick | |
punch in the stomach. Then he rushes over to the crankwheel and | |
pulley platform. Indy jumps onto it, yanking one priest off who | |
spills onto the floor. | |
A second priest, who works the controls lowering the sacrificial | |
frame, sees Indy and releases the crankwheel -- | |
Down in the crevasse, Willie screams as the iron frame suddenly | |
plummets toward the fulminating lava! | |
On the platform, the priest lunges at Indiana -- Indy uses the | |
man's own momentum to throw him over his head. Indy then dives | |
for the crankwheel and manages to stop it -- | |
Down in the crevasse, the fram jolts to a stop only yards above | |
the spumes of fiery lava. The heat is so intense now that Wil- | |
lie's clothes start smoking and she passes out... | |
On the platform above, Indiana cranks furiously, raising the sa- | |
crificial frame. | |
144. INT. THE TEMPLE 144. | |
The chanting stops at the Kali worshippers notice the battle on | |
the altar. The little Maharajah looks concerned and leaves, | |
shoving through the crowd behind his bodyguards. | |
145. INT. THE ALTAR 145. | |
Mola Ram shouts at his priests and another one of them runs to- | |
ward Indy on the platform. Short Round dives and tackles the | |
priest. | |
Chattar Lal finally leaps onto the crankwheel platform and Indy | |
sees him pull a dagger. He slashes at Indiana and Indy has to | |
let go of the crankwheel -- the gears scream and the chains | |
screech! | |
Below in the crevasse, the iron frame plunges again toward the | |
crimson lava! | |
On the platform, Indy hears the frame lowering and looks pan- | |
icked. Chattar Lal slahses again with the dagger -- keeping Indy | |
away from the cogwheel mechanism -- | |
Indy suddenly kicks the dagger from Chattar Lal's hand slugs him | |
in the stomach and dives toward the cogwheel mechanism. He grabs | |
a iron rod and throws it into the gears -- | |
the gears mangle the iron rod but finally grind to a stop. Indi- | |
ana grabs the crankwheel and starts winding it up furiously. | |
Meanwhile, Short Round jumps onto the platform with Indy and | |
grabs a long wrench. He starts swinging the wrench, keeping the | |
last priests off the platfrom. | |
The sacrificial frame finally rises up into view and Indiana | |
grabs it and swings it over onto the platform. He looks at Wil- | |
lie anxiously as he releases her bindings -- | |
Willie moans and moves her head. Indy pulls her off the frame | |
and she starts coughing. Gasping for breath, Willie ervives as | |
fresh air flows into her lungs. | |
Finally Willie opens her eyes and she sees Indiana. Then she | |
notices something else and manages to cry out hoarsely -- | |
WILLIE | |
Look out -- ! | |
Chattar Lal grabs a pistol from an unconscious guard and Indiana | |
whirls to see him pointing it -- Indy kicks the gun from his hand | |
and suddenly Chattar Lal starts shouting in a terrifying voice -- | |
Chattar Lal's eyes glow as he lunges suicidally at Indiana, at- | |
tempting to take Indy with him as he dives from the platform! | |
Crashing into Indy, Chattar Lal knocks both of them back onto the | |
sacrificial frame which swings out over the crevasse -- | |
Indy manages to dive off the frame just in time. He grabs hold | |
of the platform as the crankwheel screams and the frame falls! | |
Looking up from the depths of the crevasse, we see the frame with | |
Chattar Lal on it plummeting downward into the sulphurous smoke! | |
The frame finally crashes, splashing into the molten lava. | |
Chattar Lal's body explodes inot flame friefly -- his flesh is | |
broiled off in an instant -- we glimpse a skeleton momentarily -- | |
and then all is consumed and obliterated by the blazing lava. | |
scramble over to Short Round who jumps off the platform and they | |
follow him across the altar. | |
Indy sees Mola Ram quickly collecting the sacred Sankara Stones. | |
Indiana rushes over and spins Mola Ram around -- | |
He slugs the High Priest in the face and Mola Ram keels over | |
backwards against the statue of Kali. Short Round helps stuff | |
the Sankara Stones into Indiana's shoulder bag. | |
146. INT. THE REAR CHAMBER 146. | |
Short Round, Willie and Indiana rush across the chamber behind | |
the altar. They run over to the ladder and start climbing down | |
into the mines. | |
147. INT. THE MINES | |
Willie follows Short Round. Indiana jumps down last and pulls | |
the ladder away, letting it crash to the floor so they won't be | |
followed. | |
They draw the attention of the slave children working in the tun- | |
nels around the cavern. But it's the sight of the approaching | |
guard that worries Indy -- | |
INDIANA | |
Come on, quick! | |
They duck into one of the tunnels. As they hide, Indy watches | |
the guard passing. | |
WILLIE | |
What're we going to do? | |
Indiana looks around at the silent, frightened children who've | |
stopped working in the tunnel and his anger darkens -- | |
INDIANA | |
We're going to get them out | |
of here -- ! | |
Then he looks at the bag holding the Sankara Stones and grows | |
still more determined -- | |
INDIANA (Cont'd) | |
And then we're going to get these | |
out of here -- ! | |
(seething) | |
And somehow I'm going to see this | |
place destroyed. | |
148. INT. THE CAVERN - MOMENTS LATER 148. | |
A gaurd passing hears a voice and stops -- | |
INDIANA (O.S.) | |
Ah, sir? Excuse me -- | |
The guard turns and looks amazed to see Indy smiling at him from | |
the mouth of the tunnel. | |
INDIANA (Cont'd) | |
Listen, I'm from the union and I'd | |
like to talk about the working | |
conditions here. Could you step | |
inside a minute? | |
Indy smiles again and disappears into the tunnel. In astonished | |
rage, the guard draws his sword and goes after Indy into the tun- | |
nel -- there's a pause and then we hear the guard yell! | |
149. INT. THE TUNNEL 149. | |
Willie flattens against the wall as Indiana catapaults the big | |
guard past her back into the mine where he's set upon bu a horde | |
of rebellious slave children. | |
The kids swarm over the guard like jackalas and we see Short Round | |
pull a key from the struggling guard's robe. | |
CUT TO: | |
150. MONTAGE - THE MINES 150. | |
A key is twisted and the chains are pulled from kids' legs... | |
Elsewhere, more chains are unlocked and rattle free. Liberated | |
kids spill out of the tunnels... | |
A guard is tripped and attacked by a horde of ex-slaves... | |
In another location, kids wrap captured guards in layers of | |
chains... | |
High up on a ledge, a fleeing gaurd skids to a stop when he sees | |
kids charging at him. He sees more kids rushing from behind him. | |
The guard scrams as he dives off the ledge... | |
(END MONTAGE) | |
151. INT. BEHIND THE ALTAR - DAY 151. | |
Freed children scramble up numerous ladders to escape the mines | |
below. They follow the mass of children moving toward the front | |
altar. | |
152. INT. THE ALTAR 152. | |
On the altar, under the statue of Kali, Willie and Short Round | |
are helping Indy and some of the bigger children rip down a | |
long wooden panel decorated with hideous Kali figures. | |
The childrens' escape is blocked by the chasm separating the | |
altar from the deserted sorshippers' area of the temple. The | |
swelling crowds of children push and teeter dangerously on the | |
edge of the fire pit. | |
Indiana and the others carry the wooden panel through the crowd | |
toward the chasm. They stand it up and when Indy gives thw word | |
they drop it -- | |
The panel crashes across the chasm forming a plank across which | |
the children now begin running to safety. | |
153. INT. BEHIND THE ALTAR 153. | |
The last of the children scramble up the ladders and run toward | |
the front of the altar. | |
154. INT. THE ALTAR 154. | |
The childrens' bare feet stomp across the wooden plank -- below | |
them the lava of the fire pit bubbles and shows outbursts of | |
flame. | |
Indy stares at the plank and sees that it's starting to smoke | |
from the intese heat rising up. | |
On the far side of the plank, the children safely across scatter | |
through the deserted temple toward freedom. | |
Willie and Short Round help the last kids out onto the plank -- | |
Indy sees one child's foot break though the smoldering wood -- | |
the kid in front pulls the child to safety. | |
Willie and Short Round start to go out onto the plank but Indy | |
shouts at them -- | |
INDIANA | |
No, wait! | |
He runs over and pulls them aside -- he steps out onto the plank | |
and takes a few steps to test it -- suddenly the plank bursts | |
into flame in the middle. | |
Indy takes one more step -- and then the plank breaks! Indy | |
dives back to the ledge of the altar and Willie and Short Round | |
grab him and pull him up and the wooden plank plummets into the | |
fiery chasm. | |
WILLIE | |
What're we going to do?! | |
INDIANA | |
There's got to be another way out. | |
CUT TO: | |
155. INT. A TUNNEL 155. | |
Indiana, Willie and Short Round run through the deserted mine | |
tunnels. They hear a rumbling noise and Indy leads them down a | |
side tunnel. They stop and peer into a quarry. | |
156. INT. THE QUARRY CAVERN 156. | |
A large cavern is the depository for the mine cars rolling in | |
with loads of rock. Emaciated children (still unaware of the re- | |
volt and the other childrens' escape) break their backs shoving | |
the heavily-loaded mine cars. | |
Thuggee guards supervise the deadening work, while others oper- | |
ate the pulley-and-hoist system used to drag the cars up the | |
sloped dump ramp. | |
Behind this operation, a thunderous waterfall cascades into a | |
huge cistern. From there, chutes deply the rushing water to | |
power the large conveyor belt below it. | |
As the cars rise up the ramp, they tip and spill rocks onto the | |
conveyor belt which carries them toward an awesome stone cylinder | |
that rolls relentlessly , crushing the rocks into sand. | |
From the side tunnel, Indiana watches the noisy operation. | |
INDIANA | |
Those empty cars have got to go | |
out of the mines. | |
Willie and Short Round watch the children push the empty mine | |
cars. The cars gain momentum and roll away down two dark tun- | |
nels. | |
INDIANA (Cont'd) | |
Come on, let's see if we can | |
catch a ride... | |
Tey duck out of the tunnel and run for cover behind a slag heap. | |
Loaded mine cars roaring down from the mines hurtle past them and | |
crash to a stop against the cars in front. | |
INDIANA (Cont'd) | |
Okay, Shorty -- go! | |
He pushes Short Round who darts out after a mine car roars past | |
and dodges across the tracks before the next one descends. Indy | |
pushes Willie into position and holds her ready -- | |
WILLIE | |
I can't! | |
INDIANA | |
Go! | |
After another car crashes past, Indy shoves her. Willie runs out | |
-- her shoe gets stuck and she freezes in the tracks! Willie | |
sees a rock-filled car blasting down out of a tunnel directly | |
toward her! | |
Indiana dives, knocking Willie safely to the ground on the other | |
side of the tracks -- the heavy car hurtles past and crashes into | |
the cars in front. | |
Indy pulls Willie behind a massive wooden post holding up the | |
dump ramp and they hide from a passing gaurd. | |
INDIANA | |
We've got to get across to the | |
empty cars. Wait here until I | |
signal you. | |
They watch him run and hurdle a pile of lumber, bound up three | |
steps and duck behind a tool shack on the platform. Indy reaches | |
out and grabs one of the passing slave children. | |
They see Indy put his hand over the kid's mouth and whisper to | |
him. He releases the kid who sneaks away, alerting the other | |
children who start making their escapes into side tunnels. | |
Now Indy motions to Short Rounds and Willie to follow. As they | |
start to move out they freeze dead in their tracks and Indy | |
motions again angrily -- | |
INDIANA | |
Come on! | |
Willie and Short Round see a guard coming up the steps on the | |
other side of the platform. As the man rises he gets taller and | |
taller -- until they see it's a Thuggee giant coming up behind | |
Indiana. | |
INDIANA (Cont'd) | |
Come one, what's wrong? | |
SHORT ROUND | |
Behind you! | |
Indiana turns and looks into the bare chest of the seven-foot | |
tall guard. Indy has to look up to see the man's mean-looking | |
face. | |
INDIANA | |
I see the problem... | |
Indiana suddenly punches the giant in the stomach -- the giant | |
does not flinch, he just belches rudely. | |
Indiana growls and winds up to take a killer swing -- he steps | |
back, cocks his arm -- and suddenly turns and runs away. | |
No dummy, Indy dashes over and picks up a piece of wood. The | |
giant starts toward him. Indy drops the wood and looks around | |
for a much larger piece of wood. | |
As the giant stalks toward him, Indiana raises the large piece of | |
lumber -- Indy suddenly groans, drops the wood and clutches his | |
stomach. Willie and Short Round looks startled -- | |
WILLIE | |
What happened? | |
Short Round shakes his head. They see Indy recover from the | |
spasm as the giant rushes him. Indy jumps aside, landing on a | |
loaded mine car that is passing by. | |
The car is being dragged up the dump ramp and the giant jumps out | |
onto it after Indiana. Indy quickly grabs a rock and, as the | |
giant rushes him, Indy smashes the rock against the big man's | |
skull! | |
Unfortunately, it's the rock that shatters and not the skull. | |
Indy dives to the other end of the mine car and lifts a large | |
boulder. | |
Suddenly Indy drops the boulder and grabs him arm, feeling a | |
shooting pain again. Then he yells as he feels yet another stab- | |
bing pain in his left leg. | |
WILLIE | |
What's wrong with him? | |
Shorty is convused and worried -- and then he sees something! He | |
looks up and there on a rock-cut balcony over the cavern is the | |
little Maharajah! | |
The little prince clutches the clay krtya doll that represents | |
Indy. He jabs it in the leg with a long sapphire-tipped turban | |
pin. | |
On the mine car, Indy yells and grabs his right leg, which | |
collapses beneath him. Short Round takes off. He dashes under | |
the platform toward a bucket-chain carrying spent water back up | |
to the cistern. | |
Short Round leaps over the pool of water and grabs onto a bucket. | |
He rises up on this make-shift elevator toward the rock balcony | |
and the malicious little Maharajah. | |
Meanwhile, Indy is on the brink of unconsciousness as the giant's | |
massive hands throttle his neck. Indy's head hangs over the end | |
of the mine car and suddenly his eyes widen -- | |
The car with Indy and the giant reaches the peak of the dump ramp | |
and its upended -- spilling both of them and a shower of rocks | |
down the conveyor belt! | |
Down below, Willie dodges wooden pillars and weaves around | |
quarry equipment, trying to follow Indy's battle with the giant. | |
She trips and swears angrily -- | |
Willie pushes and empty mine car out of her way -- an empty mine | |
car! She runs back and starts shoving the mine car along the | |
rails toward the conveyor belt. | |
WILLIE | |
I got one! Indy, I got one! | |
Near the waterfall, Short Round ascends on the rising bucket | |
chain. Up on the balcony, the little Maharajah chuckles evilly as | |
he watches Indiana on the conveyor belt -- | |
The Maharajah lifts the clay doll and viciously jabs the pin in | |
the back of it! | |
On te conveyor, Indiana gets to his feet and then yells as a | |
stabbing pain lacerates his back! He falls and writhed helpless- | |
ly as the giant staggers up the rocky conveyor belt toward him. | |
Willie shoves the mine car forward. She sees Indy's desperate | |
situation as he's pulled along the conveyor toward the rock | |
crusher! | |
WILLIE | |
Indy, look out! | |
She looks up and sees Short Round leap from the bucket-chain onto | |
the balcony. The little Maharajah's eyes glow fiendishly as he | |
lifts the clay doll -- and jabs the pin into the doll's face. | |
On the conveyor belt, Indy yells agonizingly and clutches his | |
stabbed face! Behind him, rocks explode as they're crushed and | |
pulverized by the mammoth roller. | |
In front of Indy, the Thuggee giant grabs a pick-axe as the con- | |
veyor slides past a tool bin. The giant approaches Indy with it. | |
Short Round dashes across the balcny and tackles the Maharajah. | |
They fall and fight like mortal enemies. Short Round sees the | |
little Maharajah's eyes glowing as he punches him in the face. | |
Only a few feet away from the rock-smashing roller, Indy is still | |
on his back on the conveyor belt, thrashing in pain, feeling the | |
Maharajah's pin piercing his face. The giant raises the pick-axe | |
above his head and it about to split Indiana in two! | |
On the balcony, the Maharajah drops the doll and Short Round | |
dives for it -- he grabs the clay doll and pulls out the pin! | |
On the conveyor belt, Indiana is suddenly released from the | |
and looks up to see the giant swinging the pick-axe. Indy rolls | |
aside at the last minute! | |
The pick-axe cleaves into the conveyor belt and the giant lurches | |
forward -- Indy gives him a helpful kick, sending the giant | |
flying toward the rock-crusher as Indy jumps off the conveyor | |
belt! | |
Seeing the huge roller looming in front of him, the giant crawls | |
desperately against the movement of the conveyor belt -- but he | |
gets snagged! | |
The sash around his waist gets caught under the rolling cursher | |
and he's dragged back under it feet first. The Thuggee giant | |
screams hideously as his body is rolled over and squashed by the | |
enormous stone wheel! | |
On the balcony, Short Round is jabbing the pin into the squirming | |
little Maharajah. The little pricne's eyes still glow yellow as | |
he hollers -- | |
SHORT ROUND | |
How you like bing pin cushion, | |
Mr. Rajah-ha-ha? | |
The little prince rolls on the ground and tries to fight off | |
Short Round who keeps jabbing him -- suddenly the Maharajah | |
swings and the pin is accidentally rammed clear through his hand! | |
Shorty sees the pin sticking through both sides of the kid's | |
hand. The Maharajah stares at his pierced hand, gasping in | |
astonishment. | |
Short Round notices the yellow glow dying out of the Maharajah's | |
eyes -- just as Indy's eyes cleared after he was released from | |
Kali's trance. | |
MAHARAJAH | |
Please -- pull it out! | |
Short Round yanks the pin out of the little prince's hand. The | |
Maharajah looks like he's jsut awakened from a bag dream. | |
SHORT ROUND | |
It was the black sleep of Kali... | |
MAHARAJAH | |
They made me do evil things... | |
may lord Krishna forgive me. | |
Meanwhile, Indy runs along the catwalk above the conveyor belt. | |
He jumps and grabs onto a cross-bard -- he kicks out with his feet | |
and knocks a quarry guard off the catwalk. | |
The guard flies through the air and topples into the sand pit | |
where he thrashes around blindly under the sand falling from the | |
crusher. | |
Across the cavern, Willie shoves the rolling mine car toward the | |
balcony. | |
WILLIE | |
Get down here, Shorty! I got us | |
a ride! | |
Willie shirls as another quarry guard rushes toward her. She | |
yanks the iron brake-handle off the mine car and holds it threat- | |
eningly like a baseball bat -- | |
WILLIE (Cont'd) | |
Come on, let's see hoe hand your | |
head is! | |
Up on the rock balcony, Short Round lowers himself over the edge. | |
The little Maharajah grabs his arm -- | |
MAHARAJAH | |
Please -- listen -- to go out | |
you must take the left tunnel. | |
Shorty looks at him and he knows he's telling the truth. | |
SHORT ROUND | |
Thanks pal. | |
MAHARAJAH | |
I'm going to try to find the | |
English soldiers. | |
SHORT ROUND | |
Good luck. | |
Short Round slips over the edge and slides down a wet stalactite | |
to the floor of the cavern. | |
There he finds Willie swinging the brake-handle and smashing the | |
guard in the gut. The man doubles in pain -- Willie kicks his | |
putt and he splashes into the pool of water. | |
WILLIE | |
I don't appreciate being cooked | |
like a french fry! | |
SHORT ROUND | |
Willie, come on! | |
Willie starts pushing the empty mine car with Short Round. | |
SHORT ROUND (Cont'd) | |
You do pretty good for a girl! | |
Across the quarry, Mola Ram and six temple guards run out onto a | |
high platform next to the waterfall. Mola Ram sees Willie and | |
Short Round pushing the mine cat. | |
Mola Ram shouts to his men -- two of them pull pistols and open | |
fire! | |
Bullets ricochet off the mine car and Short Round shoves Willie | |
to the far side of the car where they both take cover. | |
Meanwhile, up on a catwalk, a guard slices a sword through the | |
air and Indiana ducks! The sword slashes into a wooden railing | |
and the guard tries frantically to pull it out -- | |
Indiana slams kis knee up into the guard's stomach and then | |
smashes his fist down on his neck -- the man collapses. Indy | |
hears more gunfire. | |
Indiana rushes along the catwalk toward the platform above. He | |
edges against the wall below the platform, staying out of sight | |
as he unfurls his whip. | |
One of Mola Ram's guards fires again from the high platform and | |
Indiana lashes the whip -- the whip wraps around the gunman's | |
arm and Indy yanks on it -- | |
The gunman topples through the air and crashes down onto the cat- | |
walk. Indy grabs the gun. He kicks the guard off the catwalk | |
and the man falls into the waterfall pool. | |
As the other guards fire down at him, Indiana dodges along the | |
catwalk and fires back at them. A bullet explodes near Mola Ram | |
and he ducks back -- | |
Meanwhile, Short Round and Willie have the mine car rolling and | |
they jump into it -- | |
SHORT ROUND | |
Indy! Hurry! | |
Indiana spots the rolling mine car racing across the quarry. Indy | |
takes off and runs along the catwalk -- bullets explode around | |
him, splintering wood. Indy reaches the end of the catwalk -- | |
Suddenly he dives into the air and catches hold of a block and | |
tacke! Indy skids along the pulley system, sliding down a cable | |
toward the mine car in which Short Round and Willie are riding. | |
Bullets whiz past as Indiana sails in the air above the speeding | |
mine car - when they are in sync, Indy lets go and drops into the | |
mine car next to Willie and Short Round! | |
Mola Ram rushes forward and watches the speeding mine car rolling | |
down the track toward the tunnels -- | |
MOLA RAM | |
They've stolen the Sankara | |
Stones -- they must be stopped! | |
In the speeding mine car, Indy sees the tracks separating in two | |
directions -- one back into the quarry, the other toward two tun- | |
nels that lead out of the mines. | |
Indiana lifts a shovel from the floor of the car and swings it | |
just in time -- he hits a switch which CLANGS as they speed by | |
and the car is shunted tipsy-turvy onto the track toward the two | |
tunnels. | |
Willie hangs on as the car tears down the track toward the tunnel | |
on the right -- and Short Round looks worried -- | |
SHORT ROUND | |
No, Indy, it's left tunnel. | |
But it's too late and they all hold on as the mine car shoots | |
donw into the darkness of the echoing tunnel. | |
157. INT. THE TUNNEL 157. | |
The wind rushes past Indiana as the car descends into the tunnel | |
and picks up speed. Willie hangs on with Short Round -- the mine | |
car roars around a curve and flies fater along the rails. | |
158. INT. THE QUARRY 158. | |
Back in the quarry, Mola Ram supervises the guards as they shove | |
empty cars toward the tunnel. Carrying long Khyber rifles, they | |
jump aboard the cars. The first one rolls into the dark tunnel | |
and the second car speeds after it. | |
159. INT. THE TUNNEL ENTRANCE 159. | |
The two Thuggee cars shoot past, descending into the darkness in | |
pursuit of the infidels who stole the Sankara Stones. | |
160. INT. THE TUNNEL 160. | |
The mine car hurtles past. Indy sits in front, pulling back on | |
the brake-lever to control their speed and keep them from careen- | |
ing off the tracks. | |
Expecting trouble, Short Round peers over the back end of the | |
car. Willie ducks low, watching the heavy beams flashing danger- | |
ously close above their heads. | |
Then Willie's eyes go wide and she groans in terror like a girl | |
on a roller coaster as the mine car suddenly plunges downward, | |
taking their stomachs with it. | |
A gunshot rings out and Short Round sees the first Thuggee car | |
appear around a curve behind them. Mola Ram's gunmen start | |
blasting. Bullets ricochet off the mine car and Indy yells back | |
to Short Round. | |
INDIANA | |
Come here and take the brake! | |
Short ROund scurries forward and grabs the brake from Indy. | |
INDIANA (Cont'd) | |
Slow on the curves or we'll fly | |
off the tracks! | |
SHORT ROUND | |
Read you loud and clear, Indy! | |
Short Round grins as he holds the brake -- Willie realized that | |
this is Shorty's idea of a good time! | |
161. INT. THE CAVERN 161. | |
Up in the quarry, gunmen push a third car toward the tunnel, but | |
Mola Ram stops them. He shouts and they turn and look instead | |
toward the waterfall and huge cistern.... | |
162. INT. THE TUNNEL 162. | |
Indiana is crouched in the back of the zooming mine bar blasting | |
away with the pistol he captured in the quarry. | |
A gunman in the car behind returns his fire, the explosions | |
lighting up the tunnle walls. | |
Indy aims and fires again -- the gunman is hit and knocked back | |
in the car. Another guard with a Khyber rifle moves up to the | |
front and starts firing. | |
Meanwhile, as the car goes into a hard turn, Short Round rides | |
the brake -- beneath the car we see the brake-pad scraping on the | |
metal wheel. | |
The tunnel gets lower and Indy has to duck under each beam flying | |
over and can only pop up to fire between the low beams. | |
The rifleman in the car behind is relading. Then he lifts his | |
rifle -- Indy pops up simultaneously and shoots! | |
The gunman is hit, his rifle flies up and his head smashes | |
against the beam hurtling above! Screaming horribly, the gunman | |
is knocked from the speeding car like a broken doll. | |
163. INT. THE CAVERN 163. | |
Up in the quarry, Mola Ram's men swing sledge hammers, bashing | |
away at the rock supports under the huge water-filled cistern. | |
164. INT. THE TUNNEL 164. | |
Indiana runs out of bullets. He sees the car behind getting | |
closer. He tosses the pistol and hits a Thuggee in the head. | |
Another Thuggee retrieves Indy's pistol and starts reloading it. | |
Suddenly Indy is being shot at by his own gun and he yells to | |
Short Round | |
INDIANA | |
Let up on the brake! | |
SHORT ROUND | |
What?! | |
Indy shoves past Willie and takes the brake level from Shorty. | |
INDIANA | |
Let her go! Our only chance is | |
outrunning them! | |
WILLIE | |
What above the curves?! | |
Short Round looks scared as Indy released the brake and the car | |
hurtles toward a curve. They grab the sides of the car as it tips | |
precariously. Behind them, the curve throws the gunmen from side | |
to side in the car following. | |
SHORT ROUND | |
Indy, look out! | |
A sharper curve looms ahead and Indy shoves the brake completely | |
off! | |
WILLIE | |
What're you doing?! We're going | |
too fast!! | |
Willie closes her eyes as they rocket toward the curve. In the | |
car behind, the Thugge guard at the brake also shoves the brake | |
off -- and looks extremely worried. | |
Indy's car hits the curve and the centrifugal force lifts the in- | |
side wheels off the rails! | |
INDIANA | |
Get over on the other side! | |
Willie and Short Round jumps over to his side as the car whips | |
around the curve! Indy looks back and sees the car pursuing them | |
is also taking the curve at full speed -- | |
Suddenly the Thuggee car swereves dangerously, the weight shifts | |
too much to the outside -- and the car derails! | |
The car bounces off the tracks and flies through the air into a | |
siding where is CRASHES against a stone wall in an EXPLOSION of | |
rock and metal! | |
Pieces of debris pommel the drive of the second Thuggee car and | |
he quickly grabs for the brake to slow down and avoid the same | |
fate! | |
In the lead car, Indy smiles smugly as Willie opens her eyes. | |
INDIANA | |
One down, one to go! | |
165. INT. THE CAVERN ABOVE 165. | |
Mola Ram's guards continue to bash away with sledge hammers at | |
the rock supports under the mammoth cistern. One of the supports | |
starts to crumble -- | |
From above, we see the cistern list to one side and water laps | |
dangerously over the edge as the huge tank creaks and sawsy. | |
166. INT. THE TUNNEL 166. | |
Indiana and Short Round heft a railroad tie out of th bottom of | |
the car and Willie watches them lift it onto the back -- | |
As gunfire continues to explode from the car behind them, Indiana | |
and Short ROund shove the railroad tie off the back of the car -- | |
The wooden railroad tie falls and bounces back across the tracks. | |
The gunmen in the car behind spit it and yell in panic -- | |
Indy and Willie watch the car behind crash into the railroad tie | |
-- but the tie just skids, catches and bounces up and out of the | |
way like a huge tumbling matchstick! | |
WILLIE | |
Anymore ideas...? | |
INDIANA | |
Yeah -- this time you're gonna | |
help! | |
167. INT. THE CAVERN 167. | |
The sledgehammers continue -- until two of the rock supports give | |
way! There are shouts as the guards run for cover. | |
Mola Ram stands on a platform watching the huge cistern slowly | |
keel over -- the noise is incredible as the colossal tank crashes | |
to the ground! | |
Suddenly a half-million gallons of water explode across the cav- | |
cern and surge in a tidal wave toward the tunnels! | |
168. INT. THE TUNNEL 168. | |
The walls of the tunnel flash past and curves appear suddenly out | |
of the darkness as the hair-raising chase continues -- | |
Short Round and Willie struggle to help Indy lift a large boulder | |
from the bottom of the speeding mine car. | |
The cars descend again into a stretch of much lower tunnel where | |
the beams flash past inches above them. Indy judges the beams -- | |
INDIANA | |
Okay -- one -- two -- NOW! | |
All three of them groan as they raise the boulder and shove it | |
off the back of the car -- ducking instantly to avoid being de- | |
capitated by the next beam! | |
Looking back, they see the gunmen pop up between the beams -- and | |
they see the looks of terror on the gunmen's faces as they see | |
the boulder in front of them! | |
The Thuggee car hits the boulder and upends! The guards scream | |
horribly as the car tumbles end over end, slamming against the | |
tunnel walls, getting ripped to shreds so that finally only | |
pieces of metal, wheels and debris fly like a meteorite shower | |
down the tunnel! | |
Willie whoops for joy and hugs Indy who smiles modestly -- | |
INDIANA | |
Okay, Shorty, hit the brakes! | |
Short Round dives for the front of the car and ahppily pulls the | |
brake lever -- it doesn't work! Short Round yanks on it harder | |
-- the brake level suddenly breaks off! | |
SHORT ROUND | |
Indy!! | |
Indy sees Short Round holding up the broken brake lever! Indy | |
crawls quickly toward Shorty while Willie holds on for dear life! | |
Completely out of control, the car hurtles down a decline into a | |
section where the tunnel if larger again -- | |
Indiana bends over the front of the car and looks underneath. He | |
sees the brake tension hanging loose from the brake-pad. Indiana | |
pulls himself back up and looks at Willie and Short Round. | |
INDIANA | |
Grab onto me -- I'm going to try | |
and slow us down from underneath! | |
Willie looks terrified but helps Short Round grab onto Indy's arm | |
and the back of his jacket. He skips over the front of the car | |
and swings a leg underneath -- | |
Indy is inches above the rails and the rocky ground blurring be- | |
neath the car as he tries to kick at the brake-pad. His feet | |
fall and he bumps along, dragged dangerously for a moment -- | |
Indy manages to find a foothold on the undercarriage of the car. | |
As they hold onto him, Indy kicks again and his foot hits the | |
brake-pad. He shoves it and slowly the pad closes against the | |
spinning wheel... | |
WILLIE | |
Oh no! | |
Willie and Short Round look up and see that the tunnel is ending | |
ahead and the track dead-ends into a stone wall! | |
INDIANA | |
What's wrong? | |
He looks around -- and sees the car rocketing directly toward the | |
stone wall! | |
Indy's foot starts kicking in high-gear underneath the car -- he | |
slams at the brake-pad with all his strength -- the pad screeches | |
against the spinning wheeel and starts sparking! | |
The car seems to slow as it shoots toward the end of the tunnel. | |
Indy groans and pushes hard against the smoking brake-pad. | |
The car slows more and more until it runs down the last few yards | |
to the dead-end and rolls gently to a stop, just nudgeing Indy's | |
back against the wall.... | |
INDIANA | |
Ouch... | |
Willie looks faint as Indiana gets to his feet and Shorty jumps | |
out of the car. They help Willie out and she stands shakily -- | |
WILLIE | |
I'm okay -- I'm fine -- I love to | |
flirt with death... | |
Indiana sees that the tunnel ahead continues without any more | |
tracks. Then they hear something -- | |
A strange rumbling sound echoing down the tunnel from behind | |
them. The walls seem to reverberate. Looking worried, they | |
start walking away down the tunnel. | |
They walk faster as the noise behind them becomes louder and they | |
keep glancing over their shoulders -- | |
WILLIE | |
What's that?...Indy?! | |
Indiana isn't sure and he pulls Willie by the arm and all three of | |
them start jogging. | |
The rumbling behind them sounds increasingly ominous and finally | |
they start running full tilt. They rush down the tunnel and the | |
awful noise becomes defening! Willie looks around again and | |
slows suddenly -- | |
Willie stops dead in her tracks -- paralyzed -- awestruck -- | |
DOOMED! | |
Willie sees a monster wall of water (released from the quarry) as | |
it thunders around a curver -- a mammoth tidal wave crashing spec- | |
tacularly against the opposite tunnel wall! | |
A veritable "tsunami" caroming off the tunnel wall and spewing | |
furiously forward like a hydrous Juggernaut! | |
WILLIE | |
(frozen in | |
her tracks) | |
Oh... shit... | |
Indiana and Short Round notice that Willie's sloed and they stop | |
running -- they also see the cataclysm of water crashing down the | |
tunnel toward them. | |
Indy runs back and grabs Willie. All three of them take off, | |
running faster than they've ever run in their lives! | |
The tidal wave smashes forward, booming behind them and Indiana | |
realizes quickly that they're going to lose this race. Suddenly | |
he sees a small side-tunnel in a bend ahead -- | |
INDIANA | |
There! Dive! | |
They lunge toward the hole and Short Round dives in it first. | |
Indiana shoves Willie into the hole and jumps in after her just | |
as the colossal tidal wave explodes past! | |
169. INT. THE CHUTE 169. | |
The small tunnel drops precipitously and they slide down, shower- | |
ed by the small side-current of water that's broken off from the | |
main force. | |
170. INT. A LARGE TUNNEL 170. | |
They rolls and tumble out of the small chute into a larger tunnel. | |
The roar of the tidal wave sounds distant and receding as they | |
catch their breath. | |
INDIANA | |
Lucky I found a short cut. Look, | |
there's a light at the end of the | |
tunnel... | |
Suddenly an EXPLOSION! They turn and see the thundering tidal | |
wave crashing around a curve and cascading down the tunnel behind | |
them again! | |
WILLIE | |
Some short cut! | |
They all holler in unison and start running like bats out of hell | |
toward the daylight. The towering wall of water surges relent- | |
lessley after them -- | |
The tidal wave looms up to annihilate them as they race to the | |
mouth of the tunnel -- and Willie SCREAMS! Indy grabs her and | |
all three of the flail their arms to keep from losing their bal- | |
ance! | |
171. EXT. THE TUNNEL EXIT - DAY 171. | |
The tunnel exits midway up a cliff and the three totter precari- | |
ously on the brink looking down at a 300 foot sheer drop to | |
a gorge below! | |
Indiana swings Willie onto a narrow ledge on one side and pushes | |
Short Round after her -- he jumps himself to the other side just | |
as the tidal wave crashes past them! | |
The water bursts out of the tunnel -- the gusher spews forth from | |
the cliffside into the air as if Hoover Dam just broke lose! | |
Short Round and Willie balance on the narrow ledge on one side of | |
the geyser -- Indy is perches on the ledge on the other side of | |
the incredible eruption of water. | |
Willie gets vertigo looking down into the gorge where the water | |
crashes at the bottom. There crocodiles are disturbed and | |
slither angrily. | |
Indy looks up and sees a rope bridge swinging about twenty feet | |
above Willie and Short Round. Indy shouts across the blasting | |
water -- | |
INDIANA | |
Willie -- the bridge! Climb up | |
to the bridge! | |
Willie looks frightened. | |
SHORT ROUND | |
Nothing to it -- follow me! | |
He edges along the narrow ledge toward the bridge and Willie | |
follows him. Once under the bridge, they start climbing up the | |
rocks to it. | |
Meanwhile, Indiana is scaling the cliff face to get over the | |
water geyser to the other side. He grabs at scrub brush and | |
finds a few perilous footholds as he makes his way to the bridge. | |
172. EXT. THE ROPE BRIDGE 172. | |
Willie and Short Round pull themselves up at the end of the | |
bridge. Behind them a dark tunnel runs back into the mines. | |
What's in front of them is hardly more reassuring -- | |
The rope bridge across the gorge is a century old and defintely | |
wasn't built by army engineers. Laying across the two bottom | |
rope-spans, worm-eaten and moldy boards offer risky footings. | |
Vertical side ropes connect the bottom rope-spans to the two up- | |
per ropes that constitute the dangerous hand-railings. | |
Short Round steps tentatively out onto the bridge. It holds him | |
and he turns and smiles at Willie -- | |
SHORT ROUND | |
Easy like pie! Kid's stuff! | |
Suddenly the board under him breaks! Willie grabs Short Round | |
before he falls into the abyss! Looking pale and less cocky, | |
Short Round starts out again and Willie follows his carefully. | |
They continue stepping across the bridge cautiously, a feat made | |
more difficult by the bridge's constant swaying and the hear- | |
stopping up and down movement. | |
Behind them, Indy finally pulls himself up from under the bridge. | |
He stands up and sees Willie and Short Round halfway across | |
already. Then he hears something and turns quickly -- he takes | |
his whip out and ducks to the side of the tunnel as two Thuggee | |
guards rush out. | |
Indy cracks the whip, catching the first guard around the neck -- | |
the guard spills forward and trips the second guard. The first | |
man tries to stand but Indiana kicks him in the head. | |
The second guard gets to his feet and seings his sword -- Indy | |
ducks, slams him in the stomach and dives for the first guard's | |
sword. He grabs it and rolls aside quickly as the second gaurd | |
attempts to slice him in two! | |
Indy gets to his feet and immediately finds himself about to en- | |
gage in a sword duel with the enraged Thuggee guard. Indy looks | |
at the unfamiliar sword, hefts it, and tries to quickly decide | |
the best way to use it -- | |
Suddenly the guard shouts and charges. Indy decides shouting | |
must be the "de rigueur" technique and shouts back loudly -- the | |
two swords CLANG and spark as the duel erupts. | |
Indy flails and feints and the Thuggee guard lunges and slashes. | |
Indy finally gains the upper hand and dispatches the Thuggee | |
guard who slumps defeated into the dirt. | |
Keeping the sword, Indy starts out onto the bridge, walking as | |
quickly as possible across the rickety span. He hears shouting | |
ahead and looks worried then temple guards appear at the far end | |
of the bridge. | |
The guards suprise Willie and Shorty as they finally get across | |
the bridge. Struggling futilely with the guards, Willie shouts | |
at Indiana -- | |
WILLIE | |
Indy -- looks out behind you! | |
Indy sees more Thuggee guards rushing out of the tunnel behind | |
him. He turns and sees two of the tmeple guards who captured | |
Willie and Short Round coming across the bridge in front of him. | |
Indy stands helpless in the middle of the swaying bridge with | |
guards approaching from both sides, and nothing but heaven above | |
and the rocky gorge hundreds of feet below! | |
A wind comes up and the High Priest, Mola Ram, appears on the far | |
end of the bridge. He stands with the guards who hold Willie and | |
Short Round. | |
The wind whips around Indy and he staggers unsteadily on the | |
swaying bridge as he watches Mola Ram -- | |
INDIANA | |
Let my friends go! | |
Mola Ram shouts in Hindi and the guards start to move toward Indy | |
from both sides of the bridge. | |
INDIANA (Cont'd) | |
That's far enough! | |
MOLA RAM | |
You are in no position to give | |
orders, Dr. Jones. | |
Indiana indicates the bag over his shoulder -- | |
INDIANA | |
You want the stones, let them go | |
and call off your guards! | |
Mola Ram motions and the guards move farther out on both sides of | |
the bridge -- suddenly Indiana swings the sword and it cuts into | |
one of the bottom rope-spans! | |
The rope is half-severed and frays slowly under the tension! | |
MOLA RAM | |
Impressive, Dr. Jones. But I | |
don't believe you would kill | |
yourself! | |
Mola Ram motions again the his guards (looking more nervous now) | |
step farther out onto the bridge, mvoing closer to Indy from both | |
sides. | |
Indy swings the sword again, cutting into the other rope-span! | |
It, too, is now partially severed and frays slowly. The bridge | |
jolts and Indy and the guards sway precariously! | |
Suddenly Mola Ram shoves Short Round out onto the bridge. The | |
High Priest draws a dagger and pushes Willie onto the swaying | |
span, holding the knife behind them both. | |
MOLA RAM (Cont'd) | |
Your friends will die with you! | |
In different times this would be called a Mexican stand-off | |
Indiana looks at the guards in front and behind him. He sees | |
Willie and Short Round out on the bridge now with Mola Ram at | |
their backs. | |
INDIANA | |
Then I guess we're all going to | |
take a big dive! | |
Indy and Short Round's eyes meet -- and the kid realizes that his | |
hero isn't kidding. Willie looks at Shout Round anxiously -- she | |
notices that Shorty is surreptitiously wrapping his foot around a | |
rope support. | |
Petrified, Willie also secretly wraps her foot around a rope and | |
does likewise with her arm -- | |
MOLA RAM | |
Give me the stones! | |
INDIANA | |
Mola Ram -- you're about to meet | |
Kali -- in Hell! | |
Indiana swings the sword with all his might -- it whooshes | |
through the air and slashes clear through the top and bottom | |
ropes --! | |
Immediately Mola Ram's guards start to flee in panic -- too late! | |
Indiana swings the sword again and the two ropes on the other | |
side are severed -- | |
The rope bridge is sheared in two! It breaks in the middle and | |
both halves fall apart! The guards scream horribly in the air as | |
they plunge down into the rocky gorge! | |
Willie and Short Round cling to their established footholds and | |
fall with the bridge toward the wall of the gorge. Mola Ram | |
spills forward, clutching desperately at the ropes and slats -- | |
Below them, Indiana has latched onto a rope and swings with the | |
bridge as it hits the gorge wall and hangs vertically now, dang- | |
ling from its moorings at the top. | |
There's an instant of suspended animation as all who remain alive | |
realize they are alive. Short Round and Willie cling near the | |
top of the now vertical bridge. | |
Below them, Mola Ram clutches onto one of the main ropes while | |
directly above him the last of his guards holds on for dear life. | |
Short Round and Willie struggle upwards, clutching ropes and | |
stepping on slats. Finally, Short Round heaves himself up onto | |
solid ground and turns to help Willie up. | |
Meanwhile, dangling below on the bridge, Indy reaches up and | |
grabs Mola Ram's leg. The High Priest kicks and tries to break | |
Indy's grip. He kicks again and smashes Indy in the face. | |
Indy won't let go. Suddenly the High Priest reaches up and grabs | |
his own Thuggee guard and yanks his down by the front of his | |
shirt -- | |
Mola Ram shoves the luckless guard down onto Indy, trying to | |
dislodge him by sacrificing the screaming Thuggee. Indy manages | |
to hang on. The Thuggee is less fortunate and falls screaming to | |
his death. | |
Then Mola Ram looks across the gorge and yells. Indy sees a dozen | |
of the last Thuggee guards streaming out of the tunnel -- only | |
to be stranded on the far side of the now bridgeless gorge. | |
Indy starts climbing up after Mola Ram again. He grabs at the | |
back of Mola Ram's robe and pull him down. Slipping, Mola Ram | |
turns and it's Indy's chance to punch Mola Ram in the face. | |
Mola Ram's eyes are glowing yellow and he's shouting incoherent- | |
ly. He grabs the strap of Indy's shoulder bag and stamps on In- | |
dy's hand -- Indy falls! | |
Indiana slips downward, scrambling to catch hols of something -- | |
meanwhile, Mola Ram now has the bag with the Sankara Stones. | |
Indy finally stops his downward slide and dangles dangerously | |
near the bottom of the bridge. | |
Across the gorge, the Thuggee guards run up a path to a small | |
gove of trees growing on a plateau above the gorge. The guards | |
have bows and arrows and take firing positions -- | |
At the top of the bridge, Mola Ram keeps climbing until rocks | |
start poundinghim from above -- Willie and Short Round pely him | |
with rocks which he tries to block with his arm. | |
Indiana starts to climb again, using all his strength. He | |
reaches for a wooden slat -- suddenly a flaming arrow smashes | |
into the wood! | |
Indy turns in amazement and sees more flaming arrows rocketing | |
across the chasm directy for him! | |
Across the gorge, by the grove of trees, a Thuggee priest yells | |
orders to the archers who continue to launch the flaming arrows. | |
Indiana crawls up as the bridge starts to burn from the continu- | |
ing bursts of fiery arrows. At the top, Mola Ram reaches up des- | |
perately for a hand old -- Willie smashes his hand with a rock! | |
The High Priest yells in pain and slips down to where Indy slugs | |
him again in the face! They struggle as the fire burns up from | |
beneath them. | |
On the cliff above the fallen bridge, Willie watches the fire | |
rising toward Indy and Mola Ram as they fight. Short Round turns | |
and sees something -- | |
SHORT ROUND | |
Willie, look! | |
They see horses galloping through a narrow pass -- the British | |
cavalry is returning. Captain Blumburtt and the first troops draw | |
up their forses and dismount quickly. | |
A fussilade of flaming arrows force the British to take cover -- | |
they quickly start firing back at the Thuggees with rifles. | |
As the battle above the gorge continues, Indy and Mola Ram fight | |
below on the dangling bridge -- | |
Indiana sees the High Priest's eyes begin glowing and he hisses | |
insanely. Mola Ram's hand thrusts out toward Indiana's chest and | |
Indy yells in pain -- | |
Indy looks down and writhes terrified as he sees Mola Ram's hand | |
starting to enter his chest (as it entered the victim's chest | |
during the temple sacrifice)! | |
Mola Ram's finger are inching into Indy's body -- Indy clutches | |
at Mola Ram's piercing hand, trying to keep the deadly fingers | |
away from his heart. | |
Slowly, Indy is able to push Mola Ram's hand away and his fingers | |
withdraw from Indy's chest. Indiana suddenly slugs the High | |
Priest in the face and grabs for the bag of Sankara Stones -- | |
MOLA RAM | |
No, the stones are mine! | |
INDIANA | |
You're betrayed Shiva. *(He re- | |
peats in Sanskrit Sankara's warn- | |
ing) | |
As Indy pronounces the magical words, the bag begins glowing and | |
starts to burn Mola Ram as he clutches it -- the stones begin to | |
spill out of the bag and the High Priest grabs from them. | |
INDIANA (Cont'd) | |
*(He repeats Sankara's warning | |
in Sanskrit) | |
The blazing stones sear Mola Ram's flesh and he screams in pain. | |
The light suddenly dies in his eyes and for one instant he looks | |
at Indy as if awakened from a nightmare -- | |
Mola Ram loses his balance and Indy grabs for the stones. He | |
manages to clutch only one of them as Mola Ram screams and falls! | |
Indy sees the stone in his hand suddenly cool. He watches Mola | |
Ram plummeting downward into the chasm and finally crashing into | |
the jagged rocks at the bottom. | |
The irritated crocodiles are disturbed once more -- but soon wel- | |
come the meal that just dropped in. Jaws flash and teeth rip at | |
the High Priest's likeless corpse. | |
And Indy's bag with the Sankara Stones sinks into the murkly cur- | |
rent and disappears down the river ... | |
173. EXT. THE CLIFF 173. | |
Indiana crawls up the burning bridge and Willie and Short Round | |
reach for him at the top. They pull him up onto the cliff and | |
they all look around exhausted -- | |
Across the gorge, more British troops emerge from the mine tun- | |
nels to subdue the remaining Thuggee guards on that side. | |
Finally the little Maharajah comes out of the dark mine tunnel. | |
He sees Short Round across the gorge -- and bows to thank him for | |
his help. On the other side, Short Round waves his cap, saluting | |
him back. | |
Willie stands at the edge of the gorge looking down into the riv- | |
er far below. | |
WILLIE | |
I guess Mola Ram got what he | |
wanted. | |
INDIANA | |
Not quite. | |
She sees Indy reach into his pocket. He pulls something out | |
slowly -- as she watches he reveals a crystal stone -- | |
INDIANA (Cont'd) | |
The last Sankara Stone. | |
Short Round watches Willie take it carefully from Indiana. She | |
gazes at it and looks delighted -- | |
WILLIE | |
And the diamond hidden inside... | |
Willie holds the stone up to the sun and it sparkles and flashes | |
CUT TO | |
174. EXT. THE MAYAPORE HILLS - DAY 174. | |
The sun flares and silhouettes three figures coming over a | |
hilltop. Behinf them we see more smaller silhouettes appearing | |
over the rise. | |
Indiana, Willie and Short Round walk back down the dirt road into | |
Mayapore -- followed by a multitude of children returning to | |
their homeland. | |
Willie looks at the changed landscape and seems astonished: the | |
barren countryside has been reborn. They see streams flowing | |
beneath green trees, flowers blooming and peasants harvesting | |
golden grain in the fields. | |
175. EXT. MAYAPORE VILLAGE 175. | |
Indiana, Willie and Short Round lead the children down the | |
village road. Ahead they see villagers rebuilding their primi- | |
tive dwellings. | |
Now they hear shouts of joy from the peasants. The children | |
returning home start running to meet their parents who are rush- | |
ing out to greet them. | |
There is laughter and tears as families are reunited. Indiana | |
sees the old shaman approaching with the chieftain and the | |
village elders. | |
The shaman touches his fingers to his forehead and bows. The | |
three travelers return his greeting and the shaman is quite moved | |
as he speaks to Indiana -- | |
SHAMAN | |
We know you are coming back -- | |
(indicating the | |
countryside) | |
-- when life returns to our village. | |
WILLIE | |
It's a real miracle. | |
SHAMAN | |
Now you see the magic of the | |
"rock" you bring back. | |
The old shaman smiles wisely at Indiana. Indy takes the stone | |
out of his bag and unwraps it. | |
INDIANA | |
Yes, I've seen its power | |
Willie watches the shaman take it reverently and bow to them. | |
The shaman joins the elders and they walk to the village's small | |
sacred mound. Indy and Willie stay back. They see him kneel and | |
replace the stone in its niche. | |
INDIANA | |
The last Sankara Stone. | |
WILLIE | |
And they don't even know what | |
it really is. | |
INDIANA | |
(smiling at her) | |
Well, you didn't get your prince, | |
and there goes your diamond. | |
WILLIE | |
You didn't do so well yourself. | |
Finding that stone could've got- | |
ten you all the fortune and | |
glory you were talking about. | |
INDIANA | |
It's still a long way to Delhi. | |
Who knows what might happen. | |
She looks at him like he's crazy. | |
WILLIE | |
Oh no, I'm finding a native guide | |
who knows the way. No more de- | |
tours for me, thank you Dr. Jones. | |
She turns and starts walking away continuing to complain -- | |
WILLIE (Cont'd) | |
If you think I'm going to Delhi | |
or anyplace else with you, after | |
all the trouble you've gotten me | |
into... | |
Suddenly the bullwhip CRACKS and wraps around her waist. Star- | |
tled Willie looks angry as Indiana reels her in, pulling her to- | |
ward him and into his arms. But when he finally kisses her, she | |
doesn't seem to mind at all... | |
Short Round shakes his head, but looks sort of pleased. When he | |
turns away, his face lights up! | |
Short Round runs toward the sunset, toward the three elephants | |
being brought back to the village. The baby elephant starts | |
walking faster, as if he recognizes Short Round running out to | |
meet him... | |
THE END | |
INDIANA JONES AND THE LAST CRUSADE | |
Screenplay | |
by | |
JEFF BOAM | |
Story | |
by | |
GEORGE LUCAS | |
and | |
MENNO MEYJES | |
FADE IN: | |
EXT. DESERT OF THE AMERICAN SOUTHWEST - DAY | |
A mountain peak dominates the landscape. | |
TITLES BEGIN. | |
Riders on horseback cross the desert. From this distance they appear to be a | |
company of Army Cavalry Soldiers. | |
CLOSER ANGLES ON THE RIDERS | |
reveal only details of saddles, hooves and uniforms. The riders are silhouetted | |
against the rising sun as they ride into an ancient CLIFF PUEBLO. | |
The OFFICER IN COMMAND raises his hand halting his troops. | |
OFFICER | |
Dis-mount! | |
RIDERS climb down from their mounts... and only now do we realize that | |
this is a TROOP OF BOY SCOUTS, all of them about thirteen years of age. The | |
"Commanding Officer" is only their SCOUTMASTER, Mr. Havelock. | |
One of the Scouts, a pudgy kid named HERMAN, steps away from his horse, | |
bends over and pukes. The other Scouts rag on him. | |
FIRST SCOUT | |
Herman's horsesick! | |
A BLOND SCOUT, however, befriends Herman. He has a thatch of straw-colored | |
hair and the no-nonsense expression common to kids whose curiosity and appetite | |
for knowledge exceed what they teach in school. Additionally, he has adorned his | |
uniform with an authentic HOPI INDIAN WOVEN BELT. | |
SCOUTMASTER | |
Chaps, don't anybody wander off. | |
Some of the passageways in here | |
can run for miles. | |
Two Boy Scouts climb up the rocky base of the cliff. | |
INT. THE PASSAGEWAY - DAY | |
The two boys head down the passageway. It's dark, and the temperature drops | |
several degrees. Spiders have built huge webs that get caught in the boys' hair. | |
HERMAN appears very uncertain as to the wisdom of this enterprise, but he's | |
drawn on by his companion's adventurous curiosity. | |
CONTINUED: | |
HERMAN | |
I don't think this is such a good | |
idea. | |
LAUGHTER is HEARD; the Blond Scout pulls Herman forward toward its source. | |
The VOICES GROW LOUDER now as the boys get closer to their source. The light | |
of kerosene lanterns dances on the tunnel walls ahead. The boys approach | |
cautiously, careful to stay hidden. | |
HERMAN | |
What is it? | |
This is what they see: | |
FOUR MEN digging with shovels and pick-axes. They have broken into one of the | |
pueblo's SECRET CHAMBERS... called "Kivas." | |
The men are ROUGH RIDER (his name describes his dress), ROSCOE (a Bowery | |
Boy bully of 14) and HALFBREED (with straight black hair that cascades over his | |
shoulders). | |
And the fourth man wears a LEATHER WAIST JACKET and BROWN FELT | |
FEDORA HAT. He has his back turned to us, but we would be willing to bet | |
anything that this is INDLANA JONES. | |
However, when the man turns, and his face is illuminated by the lantern's glow, | |
we are shocked to discover that it is someone else. | |
We'll call him FEDORA. | |
TITLES END. | |
The TWO BOYS are mesmerized by what they see. | |
Now we realize that the Blond Scout is actually young INDIANA JONES. | |
FEDORA | |
Alfred, did you get anything yet? | |
MAN | |
Nothing. Dig in. | |
Two of the men stand and look at ROSCOE who steps forward holding a box in his | |
hands. | |
ROSCOE | |
Hey, I've got something! | |
Whoops from the other men. | |
ROSCOE | |
I got something, Garth! | |
CONTINUED: (2) | |
ROSCOE rushes forward and gives FEDORA the box. Fedora steps toward a | |
lantern resting on a rock. | |
ROSCOE | |
I got something... I got something | |
right here. | |
More whoops from the other men. | |
FEDORA puts the box on the rock next to the lantern. HALFBREED pushes | |
ROSCOE as he jumps with excitement. ROUGH RIDER steps forward to look at the | |
box as Fedora opens it. | |
ROSCOE | |
(more whoops; then) | |
Oh, look at thatl | |
(more whoops) | |
We're richl We're rich! | |
HALFBREED | |
Shut up. Shut up. | |
FEDORA takes a BEJEWELED CROSS from the box and holds it aloft. Fedora's | |
comrades practically salivate at the sight of it. | |
ROSCOE (O.S.) | |
Well, we're rich, ain't we?l | |
INDY takes off his hat and looks down at the o.s. action. | |
HERMAN | |
Indy? Indy? What are they doing? | |
Indiana? Indiana? | |
INDY | |
Shhhl | |
FEDORA blows dust from the Cross, turning it in his hand, silently appraising its | |
beauty... and its value. He seems aloof from the others; somehow superior to | |
them. | |
HALFBREED | |
Hey, we got to find more stuff | |
to bring back. | |
INDY stays hidden, but is astounded by what he sees. | |
INDY | |
(hushed; urgent) | |
It's the Cross of Coronadol | |
Cortes gave it to him in 15201 | |
CONTINUED: (3) | |
FEDORA continues to admire the Cross, then places it on the rock next to its box | |
and the lantern. | |
INDY turns back to observe the men. | |
INDY | |
That Cross is an important artifact. | |
It belongs in a museum. | |
A look of resolve comes into INDY's expression, and he turns back toward | |
HERMAN. | |
INDY | |
Run back and find the others. | |
Tell Mister Havelock that there | |
are men looting in the caves. | |
HERMAN doesn't seem to be listening. Instead, he watches in wide-eyed horror | |
as a SNAKE SLITHERS ACROSS HIS LAP. | |
INDY | |
Have him bring the sheriff. | |
INDY matter-of-factly picks up the snake and tosses it aside. HERMAN gasps. | |
INDY | |
It's only a snake. | |
INDY grabs HERMAN's scout scarf and pulls him closer. | |
INDY | |
Did you hear what I said? | |
HERMAN | |
Right. Run back. Mister Havelock. | |
The Sheriff. What, what are you | |
gonna do? | |
INDY | |
I don't know... I'll think of | |
something. | |
INDY releases the scarf, gives HERMAN a pat and Herman dashes off. Indy sees | |
the Cross on the rock next to the lantern. As the Robbers continue to search for | |
additional valuables, Indy is able to work his way unseen to within arm's reach of | |
the Cross... | |
FEDORA looks over at the men digging in a hole b.g. | |
FEDORA | |
Dig with your hands. | |
INDY picks up the Cross. | |
CONTINUED: (4) | |
FEDORA (O . S . ) | |
Not with your mouth. | |
As FEDORA stands watching the other men digging, INDY puts the Cross in his | |
pants and begins to pull himself up a rope hanging nearby. As he climbs, Indy's | |
feet break a wooden beam, attracting the men's attention. | |
ROSCOE | |
He's got our thing! | |
HALFBREED | |
Get 'im! | |
The three Robbers are so eager to get their hands on INDY, they almost knock | |
each other over in the attempt. | |
Only FEDORA is unperturbed. He casts a disgusted glance in | |
the direction of his fleeing companions—then sets off | |
after INDY. | |
EXT. THE CLIFFS - DAY | |
INDY EMERGES from the darkness of the Pueblo into the brightness of day. | |
He pauses—squints—shields his eyes—looks in all directions. | |
INDY | |
Mister Havelock! Anybody | |
Everybody's lost but me! | |
He hears RUNNING FOOTSTEPS BEHIND HIM and dashes off. ROUGH RIDER, | |
HALFBREED, and ROSCOE are quick to appear and run after him. | |
FEDORA | |
There he isl | |
MEN | |
(AD-LIBS) | |
Let's go! Let's get him! Let's | |
go! | |
Indy jumps from one rock to another; the SCOUT TROOP HORSES are below. Indy | |
puts two fingers in his mouth and WHISTLES for his horse, who trots over. Indy | |
puts the Cross in his belt. | |
INDY PREPARES TO JUMP into the saddle. Hesitates. Then... he JUMPS. But | |
the horse moves exactly at the wrong moment and Indy lands flat on his feet in a | |
standing position. The impact sends a shock wave up his body that rattles his | |
back teeth. Indy stands up and successfully mounts his horse. | |
FEDORA AND HIS MEN ARRIVE at the roof's edge in time to see INDY climb into | |
the saddle and gallop off. | |
CONTINUED: | |
INDY | |
Hyahl Hyah! | |
ROSCOE | |
Hey! Come back here! | |
FEDORA puts two fingers in his mouth and WHISTLES... and A VINTAGE TRUCK | |
AND AUTOMOBILE come ROARING OUT from behind the Pueblo (Driven by two | |
more gang members). Now we glimpse... | |
THE MAN IN THE PANAMA HAT | |
The passenger in the car. His face is concealed by the hat's wide brim. His arm | |
is out the window, however, and we see an olive-colored hand protruding from | |
the sleeve of an expensive white linen suit. He gestures to the Robbers, now in | |
the truck. | |
PANAMA HAT | |
Come on. Get him! | |
INDY SPURS his mount on to greater speeds but the autos not only keep pace | |
with his horse... they begin to squeeze in on it. | |
Speeding Autos. Thundering hooves. Rushing wind. Flying dust. INDY crouched | |
low and leaning forward in the saddle, his heart pounding, his adrenalin | |
pumping. | |
INDY VEERS OFF in a new direction—toward a RAILROAD TRACK. | |
EXT. A CIRCUS TRAIN - DAY | |
The train is barreling down the track. INDY rides up beside it. He glances over | |
his shoulder and sees the car and truck gaining on him. No other choice... he | |
LEAPS FROM HORSE TO TRAIN. | |
He clings to the side of a BOXCAR, as HALFBREED and ROUGH RIDER leap from | |
the truck onto the train. | |
HALFBREED tries to grab INDY, but Indy leaps onto another boxcar. Halfbreed | |
runs after him but Indy leaps from the boxcar onto some covered boxes stacked | |
on a flatcar. | |
INDY loses his balance but regains it. With HALFBREED and ROUGH RIDER still | |
running after him, Indy enters the trap door of... | |
INT. THE REPTILE CAR - DAY | |
and finds himself CRAWLING on a CATWALK suspended from the car's ceiling. | |
Several feet below are NUMEROUS VATS containing all manner of reptiles: | |
Alligators, crocodiles, giant lizards, etc. | |
CONTINUED: | |
Then, HALFBREED ENTERS through the trap door—followed by ROUGH RIDER. | |
Halfbreed grabs hold of INDY's feet, but Indy kicks at him and he loses his grasp. | |
INDY crawls away, toward an opening on the opposite side. HALFBREED grabs at | |
Indy's feet again; Indy rolls away and we SEE large bins of squirming snakes. | |
The combined weight of the three people is more than the catwalk was intended | |
for, and the BOLTS BEGIN TO RIP FROM THE CEILING. | |
Everyone holds their breath, afraid to make another move. Too late. SEVERAL | |
BOLTS TEAR FREE. HALFBREED and ROUGH RIDER SCREAM... but it's Indy's | |
end of the catwalk that DROPS DOWN... PLUNGING INDY to the floor of the car. | |
He lands hard, with a SPLASH into a vat of water... where he finds himself eye- | |
to-eye with an— | |
ENORMOUS ANACONDA | |
The head of this snake is so damn big, it looks more like a Tyrannosaurus Rex. | |
INDY | |
Oh... | |
INDY jumps back in horror... only to land with a SQUISH into the SNAKE VAT. | |
INDY | |
Oh... Oh... | |
Hundreds of slippery, squirming snakes. INDY sinks into them. They cover him. | |
Engulf him. Almost smother him. | |
INDY jumps out of the side of the vat, freeing himself. | |
INDY locates a clean-out door at the bottom of the car and uses it to escape. | |
HALFBREED, meanwhile, tries to open the closed window of the car. He groans. | |
ROUGH RIDER moves to assist him. | |
ROUGH RIDER | |
Here, let me. | |
EXT. THE TRAIN- DAY | |
INDY stops, checks to see the Cross still lodged in his belt. Suddenly he looks | |
worried as he frantically reaches into his shirt, REMOVES A SNAKE FROM and | |
tosses it away. | |
ROSCOE APPEARS atop the reptile car and manages to grab INDY. Indy kicks at | |
him. Roscoe grabs onto the side of the reptile car as Indy moves on to... | |
EXT. A FLATCAR - DAY | |
INDY climbs over canvas-covered circus equipment. ROSCOE follows, grabbing a | |
long stick with a hook on it. He reaches forward and trips Indy, who falls onto | |
the roof of the rhino boxcar. | |
INT. THE RHINO BOXCAR - DAY | |
as a lamp falls from the ceiling with the impact of Indy's fall, hitting a HUGE | |
BLACK RHINOCEROS. | |
EXT. THE RHINO BOXCAR - DAY | |
ROSCOE grabs INDY by the ankle and yanks him off his feet. The two struggle, | |
rolling from side to side, coming perilously close to rolling right off the edge. | |
Things get even more serious when Roscoe PULLS A KNIFE. | |
IN THE BOXCAR BELOW | |
... THE FEROCIOUS BLACK RHINO is becoming extremely agitated by the | |
commotion going on atop his cage. Finally, he raises his head and THRUSTS HIS | |
HORN THROUGH THE ROOF. | |
BACK TO THE ROOFTOP | |
as the horn SMASHES through the wood only inches from INDY's head. Indy and | |
Roscoe stare at the horn in amazement as they continue to struggle. | |
SMASH! The horn comes up again—RIGHT BETWEEN INDY'S LEGS. | |
INDY | |
Holy smokes! | |
INDY kicks ROSCOE away. Roscoe rolls to the edge of the car but keeps from | |
falling. Indy flips over onto his stomach. | |
EXT. THE REPTILE CAR - DAY | |
The WOODEN TRAP DOOR EXPLODES as a BULLET is FIRED from within. The | |
door is pushed open and HALFBREED and ROUGH RIDER hurry out of the car. | |
EXT. THE RHINO BOXCAR - DAY | |
INDY gets to his feet—looks ahead—sees a WATER TANK alongside the track | |
directly up ahead. Indy gets an idea... | |
In an instant, he calculates his approach—times the distance—and LEAPS for | |
the tank's WATER SPOUT. | |
CONTINUED: | |
He catches it perfectly... but his velocity causes the water spout to ROTATE A | |
FULL 360 DEGREES. With INDY hanging on, feet kicking, the water spout | |
deposits him back on the train, onto the ROOF OF A STOCKCAR, where he looks | |
up to see FEDORA walking toward him. | |
FEDORA | |
Come on, kid. There's no way | |
out of this. | |
As INDY edges away from FEDORA, a portion of the STOCKCAR'S ROOF | |
COLLAPSES and Indy FALLS THROUGH into the car below. | |
INT. THE STOCKCAR - DAY | |
INDY CRASHES down from above. Dust rises. | |
INDY | |
Ohhh! | |
INDY's eyes take a moment to adjust to the dark. A bit of sunlight leaks in | |
through the cracks between the boards. | |
Then INDY sees it. At the far end of the boxcar. Rising slowly to its feet... an | |
AFRICAN LION. The Lion ROARS. The boxcar walls shake. Indy gasps. Dust | |
swirls up into the shafts of sunlight. | |
And INDY has one more surprise in store: The Cross of Cortes has been dislodged | |
from his belt during the fall... | |
INDY glances around, sees a coiled LION TAMER'S WHIP hanging on a nail. He | |
carefully takes it down by the handle. The Lion sees this and GROWLS SOFTLY. | |
INDY swallows hard and gives the whip a try. It unravels awkwardly, its TIP | |
flying back and HITTING INDY IN THE FACE... CUTTING his chin. | |
The Lion GROWLS LOUDER. Indy quickly gathers up the whip, wets his lips, and | |
tries again. This time—success! The WHIP CRACKS SHARPLY. The Lion | |
BELLOWS and SWATS the air... and steps back. | |
INDY looks amazed and delighted. He CRACKS the whip again. The Lion backs | |
away even more. Indy inches forward—bends down (never taking his eyes off | |
the Lion)—picks up the Cross—and steps back again, sweat pouring down his | |
face. | |
But now... how to get out? | |
He looks up at the opening through which he fell and sees FEDORA LOOKING | |
DOWN AT HIM. Fedora extends his hand. | |
FEDORA | |
Toss up the whip. | |
EXT. THE ROOFTOP OF STOCKCAR | |
FEDORA, assisted by HALFBREED and ROUGH RIDER, "reels" INDY out of the | |
Stockcar as the Lion ROARS and lunges and Indy screams. | |
The men, including ROSCOE, pull INDY through the hole in the roof. He stands to | |
face them as ROUGH RIDER points a gun in his direction. | |
FEDORA | |
You've got heart, kid. | |
(indicates Cross) | |
But that belongs to me. | |
INDY | |
(takes Cross from his belt) | |
It belongs to Coronado. | |
FEDORA | |
(overlapping) | |
Coronado is dead. And so are all | |
his grandchildren. | |
INDY | |
This should be in a museum. | |
ROSCOE | |
Now give me thatl | |
ROSCOE makes a grab for the Cross—but INDY doesn't let go. A tug-of-war | |
ensues until a SNAKE WIGGLES OUT FROM INDY'S SHIRTSLEEVE and WRAPS | |
AROUND Roscoe's hand. | |
ROSCOE SCREAMS BLOODY MURDER—releases his grip on the Cross and tries | |
to shake off the snake. This is all the opportunity Indy needs. He LEAPS ONTO | |
THE NEXT CAR. | |
FEDORA | |
Don't let him get awayl | |
INDY swings down to the caboose. He sees a sign above the caboose door reading | |
"DR. FANTASY'S MAGIC CABOOSE." | |
INDY | |
Magic? | |
He glances back at the men and quickly opens the door to the caboose, stepping | |
inside. | |
FEDORA puts out his arm, gesturing for the others not to follow INDY. | |
FEDORA | |
Hold it. Make sure he doesn't | |
double back. | |
INT. THE CABOOSE - DAY | |
which contains the circus MAGIC EQUIPMENT. INDY rushes to the rear door of | |
the caboose but can't open it. He hears FEDORA coming, and dives into a MAGIC | |
BOX. | |
FEDORA | |
Okay, kid. out of the box. | |
Now. | |
FEDORA smiles confidently and advances toward the box. The box unexpectedly | |
collapses; all four sides flop away... revealing NOTHING. INDY has completely | |
vanished. | |
FEDORA is mystified, frustrated and angered. Then he feels a breeze at his back. | |
He turns and discovers that the caboose door is open. He rushes out onto the | |
balcony and sees: | |
INDY RUNNING along the tracks, turning up a street of modest clapboard houses. | |
FEDORA | |
Damn. | |
EXT. STREET - SMALL TOWN - DAY | |
as INDY runs from the railroad tracks and approaches his house we see the name | |
"JONES" painted on the mailbox. | |
INDY | |
Dad! | |
INT. THE HOUSE - DAY | |
INDY bursts through the front door holding the Cross in his hand. A Husky | |
BARKS as Indy runs past in search of his father. | |
INDY | |
Dad! | |
INDY | |
Dad! | |
INT. THE STUDY - DAY | |
INDY charges in. The study is cluttered with books. Pictures, charts and maps | |
clearly reflect the father's passion for Medieval studies. | |
PROFESSOR HENRY JONES is absorbed at his desk. In fact, he is studying a very | |
ancient parchment volume which lies open on the desk. The page shows a | |
beautifully illuminated picture of what might be a stained-glass window. The | |
sketch incorporates a series of Roman numerals. The Professor is not just | |
studying it, he is copying it into his own notebook. | |
CONTINUED: | |
We never get to see the PROFESSOR's face in this scene. | |
So INDY CHARGES IN. | |
INDY | |
Dad! | |
HENRY | |
Out! | |
INDY | |
It's important! | |
HENRY | |
Then wait—count to twenty. | |
INDY | |
No, Dad. You listen to me— | |
HENRY | |
(now he shouts) | |
Junior! | |
No question who is the boss here. INDY gulps, his look says "What am I going to | |
do with this guy?" And obeys— | |
starts counting, VERY, VERY FAINTLY. | |
INDY | |
One, two, three, four... | |
Now we see what HENRY is concentrating on. We see his hand | |
sketching; then, he holds up one finger. | |
HENRY | |
In Greek. | |
INDY's reaction: | |
INDY | |
(louder, in Greek) | |
One... two... three... four... | |
An ancient car is heard arriving. Perhaps INDY glimpses it going past the | |
window. Anyway, it stops outside the house. Two men sit in the front seat. | |
HERMAN sits in the rear, BLOWING A TRUMPET. | |
INDY's reaction: Trouble! | |
HENRY is just finishing the sketch. | |
HENRY | |
May he who illuminated this... | |
illuminate me... | |
INT. THE FRONT ROOM - DAY | |
The study door is just closing, INDY closing it behind him... just as HERMAN | |
comes through the front door, still playing the trumpet. | |
INDY reaches for the trumpet, pulling it from HERMAN's mouth. Herman | |
continues to spit—right into Indy's face. Indy flinches. | |
HERMAN | |
I brought the Sheriff. | |
HERMAN means the SHERIFF, who now enters the house. | |
INDY | |
Just the man I want to see! Now, | |
there were five or six of them. | |
SHERIFF | |
(interrupting) | |
All right, son. | |
INDY | |
(overlapping) | |
... they came after... me... | |
SHERIFF | |
You still got it? | |
INDY | |
Well, yes, sir. It's right here! | |
INDY shows the CROSS, more or less handing it to the SHERIFF to make his | |
point. The Sheriff takes it casually. | |
SHERIFF | |
I'm glad to see that... because | |
the rightful owner of this Cross | |
won't press charges, if you give | |
it back. | |
FEDORA enters the house, followed by ROSCOE, ROUGH RIDER and HALFBREED. | |
He politely removes his hat and holds it in his hand. He nods at INDY in a | |
friendly manner. | |
SHERIFF | |
He's got witnesses, five or six | |
of them. | |
The SHERIFF and FEDORA are in Cahoots | |
The SHERIFF hands the Cross to FEDORA. ROSCOE reaches in and takes it from | |
Fedora, then runs out the door. | |
ROSCOE | |
Yahoo! | |
CONTINUED: | |
As ROSCOE runs outside INDY sees—through the screen door—the MAN IN | |
THE PANAMA HAT waiting patiently beside the car that is parked out front. | |
Roscoe approaches and gives the Man the Cross—the Man hands Roscoe some | |
money in exchange. | |
The SHERIFF tips his hat and leaves. | |
SHERIFF | |
Good day. | |
FEDORA remains behind for a moment. He turns and speaks to INDY in an ironic | |
man-to-man way. | |
FEDORA | |
You lost today, kid, but that | |
doesn't mean you have to like it. | |
Then, FEDORA takes off his hat and takes a step towards INDY. He holds the hat | |
by the crown, and puts it on Indy's head, a show of respect and admiration for | |
the boy. The hat blocks Indy's face. | |
CLOSE ON THE TOP OF THE FEDORA HAT | |
The hat brim fills the screen. As the brim tilts up, WE SEE the face of FULL | |
GROWN INDIANA JONES. | |
And... POW!... he's punched in the face while his arms are pinned behind his | |
back. | |
FADE IN TITLE: "PORTUGUESE COAST—1938" | |
PANAMA HAT | |
Small world, Doctor Jones. | |
INDY | |
Too small for two of us. | |
THE MAN IN THE PANAMA HAT (years older now) removes the CROSS OF | |
CORONADO from Indy's belt. | |
PANAMA HAT | |
This is the second time I've had | |
to reclaim my property from you— | |
INDY | |
That belongs in a museum— | |
PANAMA HAT | |
So do you. | |
(he moves his eyeline) | |
Throw him over the side. | |
THE DECK OF A PORTUGUESE CARGO SHIP | |
It's NIGHT. RAIN POURS down. We're in the middle of a violent STORM AT SEA. | |
Thirty-foot waves crash across the deck. | |
The TWO PORTUGUESE SAILORS (who have Indy's arms pinned behind his back) | |
propel INDY across the deck toward the rail. | |
As they pass a BUNDLE OF FUEL DRUMS, INDY uses the Two Sailors as leverage | |
to KICK UP HIS FEET and break open the CLAMP on the metal bands that hold | |
the drums together. | |
INDY jabs his elbows into the stomachs of the startled Sailors and rushes toward | |
the MAN IN THE PANAMA HAT. | |
PANAMA HAT sees INDY coming and hurries toward the ladder that leads up to | |
the bridge. Indy withstands the force of waves crashing on the deck and makes | |
his way to where Panama Hat is climbing the ladder. He pulls him off the ladder | |
from behind the two men fall down on the deck. Indy takes the cross back from | |
Panama Hat. | |
A sailor delivers a powerful blow to Indy's face, sending the cross flying out of | |
his grip and skittering across the deck. Indy grabs a crowbar and fends off two | |
sailors who attack him from the sides. | |
INDY sees that the Cross is about to be swept overboard. He lunges for it. | |
He SNATCHES UP the Cross only to be knocked down to the deck by a giant wave. | |
He struggles to his feet, managing to avoid the giant fuel drums sliding across the | |
deck around him. | |
SEVERAL MORE DRUMS come INDY's way. He sidesteps them all. | |
PANAMA HAT | |
Grab him, he's getting away! | |
Grab him! | |
Indy turns around and pummels two sailors with one punch. Indy sees a large | |
Stevedore's hook above him and he climbs up on crates to reach it. He grabs a | |
hold of the hook and uses it to swing all the way across the deck, narrowly | |
avoiding a huge wave behind him. He jumps into the rollicking ocean, still | |
holding onto the cross. On the ship, a giant fuel drum rolls wildly, falling directly | |
onto a crate of TNT. The crate explodes, causing the entire ship to blow, sending | |
an enormous orange fireball into the sky. | |
LONG SHOT - THE BOAT EXPLODING OUT OF THE WATER | |
as bits of debris fall from the sky like rain. | |
INDY BOBS UP | |
in the water amid the debris, holding the Cross in his hand. He grabs for | |
something to keep him afloat. It turns out to be one of the ship's LIFE | |
PRESERVERS. INDY loops his arm through the preserver. | |
CONTINUED: | |
Only now do we see the FADED LETTERING on the preserver revealing the | |
destroyed ship's name and city of port: | |
VAZQUEZ de CORONADO | |
BARCELONA | |
A SHREDDED PANAMA HAT floats past. | |
EXT. COLLEGE - DAY | |
Students walk along brick, tree-lined paths. | |
INDY (V.O .) | |
Archaeology is... | |
INT. COLLEGE LECTURE HALL - DAY | |
DISSOLVE TO: | |
INDY, dressed in professorial tweeds, stands before his class. He turns to the | |
blackboard with a piece of chalk and writes the word: "FACT." | |
INDY | |
... the search for fact. Not truth. | |
If it's truth you're interested | |
in, Doctor Tyree's Philosophy | |
class is right down the hall. | |
Laughter. | |
INT. CORRIDOR - DAY | |
INDY | |
So forget any ideas you've got | |
about lost cities, exotic travel, | |
and digging up the world. Eve | |
do not follow maps to buried | |
treasure and "X" never, ever, | |
marks the spot. | |
MARCUS BRODY approaches Indy's classroom. He peers through the window in | |
the door to see INDY completing his lecture. | |
INDY | |
Seventy percent of all archaeology | |
is done in the library. Research. | |
Reading. | |
INT. LECTURE HALL - DAY | |
BRODY enters the lecture hall and stands at the rear of the room. | |
CONTINUED: | |
INDY | |
We cannot afford to take mythology | |
at face value. | |
The BELL RINGS. INDY stands at his desk as students begin to disperse. A | |
pretty coed puts a note on the desk. | |
INDY | |
Next week: "Egyptology." Starting | |
with the excavation of Naukratis | |
by Blinders Petrie in 1885. I will | |
be in my office if anybody's got | |
any problems for the next hour | |
and a half. | |
BRODY approaches as the last of the students leaves the lecture hall. | |
INDY | |
Marcus! | |
(slaps his pocket) | |
I did it! | |
BRODY | |
You've got itl | |
INDY removes the cloth-wrapped Cross from his desk. He places it on the desk | |
and takes off his glasses as BRODY examines the Cross. | |
INDY | |
You know how long I've been | |
looking for that?! | |
BRODY | |
All your life. | |
INDY | |
All my life! | |
BRODY | |
Well done, Indy. Very well done, | |
indeed This will find a place | |
of honor in our Spanish collection. | |
INDY gathers up his books and makes his way toward the door. | |
INDY | |
We can discuss my honorarium over | |
dinner and champagne tonight. | |
He turns back toward BRODY, now holding the Cross. | |
INDY | |
Your treat. | |
BRODY | |
Yes. My treat. | |
INT. INDY'S OUTER OFFICE - DAY | |
Bursting with STUDENTS, all competing for his attention at once: "Professor | |
Jones! " "Doctor Jonesl " etc., etc. | |
INDY | |
Shush! Shush! Shushl | |
INDY shoulders his way to the desk of his secretary, an overwhelmed Teaching | |
Assistant named IRENE. | |
IRENE | |
Doctor Jones! I'm so glad you're | |
back! Your mail is on your desk. | |
Here are your phone messages. | |
MALE STUDENT | |
Doctor Jones, you promised... | |
Doctor Jones— | |
IRENE | |
This is your appointment schedule. | |
And these term papers still haven't | |
been graded. | |
INDY takes the term papers then turns to enter his PRIVATE OFFICE. Students | |
once again CLAMOR for his attention: "Doctor Jones!" "Wait, Doctor Jonesl" | |
"My grade!" "Sign my registration card!" | |
INDY silences the mob with a raised hand. | |
INDY | |
(very efficiently) | |
Okay. Irene, put everyone's name | |
on a list, in the order they | |
arrived, and I'll see each and | |
every one of them in turn. | |
The Students descend upon poor IRENE, each claiming to be first. INDY slips into | |
his - | |
PRIVATE OFFICE | |
where he goes to his desk and finds a thick envelope with a foreign postmark on it. | |
INDY | |
(softly; reading) | |
"Venice, Italy." | |
Then, INDY stuffs his mail into his coat pockets, goes to the WINDOW, slides it | |
open and STEPS OUT INTO THE GARDEN. | |
EXT. SIDE OF COLLEGE BUILDING - DAY | |
INDY escapes through the garden. | |
EXT. FRONT OF COLLEGE BUILDING - DAY | |
INDY walks briskly toward the street; smiling, erUoying his freedom. As he | |
arrives at the curb, a LONG BLACK PACKARD SEDAN pulls up before him. | |
MAN (O.S.) | |
Doctor Jonesl | |
THREE MEN step out of the sedan. Everything about them bespeaks "G-MAN." | |
The First Man steps behind Indy. | |
MAN | |
Doctor Jones? | |
INT. PENTHOUSE APARTMENT - DAY | |
INDY is ushered into a large Art Deco apartment and left alone. Numerous | |
museum-quality artifacts are displayed around the room. Indy takes this | |
opportunity to examine them. | |
After a moment, WALTER DONOVAN enters from across the room. During the | |
brief time that the door is open, we HEAR a COCKTAIL PARTY going on in the | |
next room: VOICES and SOFT PIANO MUSIC. | |
DONOVAN strides across the room toward INDY. Although in his late fifties, | |
Donovan has the broad shoulders and trim physique of a much younger man. | |
Dressed in a tuxedo, he exudes both confidence and power. | |
DONOVAN | |
I trust your trip down was | |
comfortable, Doctor Jones. My | |
men didn't alarm you, I hope. | |
He shakes hands with INDY. | |
DONOVAN | |
My name is Donovan. Walter Donovan. | |
INDY | |
I know who you are Mr. Donovan. | |
Your contributions to the museum | |
over the years have been extremely | |
generous. Some of the pieces in | |
your collection here are very | |
impressive. | |
DONOVAN | |
Well, like yourself, Doctor Jones, | |
I have a passion for antiquities. | |
(beat) | |
Have a look over here. This might | |
interest you. | |
CONTINUED: | |
DONOVAN goes to a table where an object is wrapped in cloth. He throws back | |
the cloth revealing a flat STONE TABLET—about two feet square, inscribed with | |
letters and symbols. | |
INDY looks impressed. He puts on his glasses to make a closer examination. | |
INDY | |
Well, it's sandstone. Christian | |
symbol. Early Latin text. Mid- | |
Twelfth Century, I should think. | |
DONOVAN | |
That was our assessment as well. | |
INDY | |
Where did this come from? | |
DONOVAN | |
My engineers unearthed it in the | |
mountain region north of Ankara | |
while excavating for copper. | |
(beat) | |
Can you translate the inscription? | |
Translating the inscription is no easy matter, even for someone as knowledgeable | |
as INDY. | |
INDY | |
(stumbling through it) | |
"... who drinks the water I shall | |
give him, says the Lord, will have | |
a spring inside him welling up | |
for eternal life. Let them bring | |
me to your holy mountain in the | |
place where you dwell. | |
Donovan pours champagne into several fluted glasses as Indy reads. | |
INDY | |
Across the desert and through | |
the mountain to the Canyon of | |
the Crescent Moon, to the Temple | |
where the cup that—" | |
Suddenly INDY stops and looks up at DONOVAN with a startled expression. | |
INDY | |
"Where the cup that holds the | |
blood of Jesus Christ resides | |
forever. " | |
(CONT'D) | |
CONTINUED: (2) | |
DONOVAN | |
(reverently) | |
The Holy Grail, Doctor Jones. | |
The chalice used by Christ during | |
the Last Supper. The cup that | |
caught His blood at the Crucifixion | |
and was entrusted to Joseph of | |
Arimathaea. | |
INDY rubs his chin with a dubious expression as he takes the glass of champagne | |
DONOVAN now offers him. | |
INDY | |
The Arthur Legend. I've heard | |
this bedtime story before. | |
DONOVAN | |
Eternal life, Doctor Jones! The | |
gift of youth to whoever drinks | |
from the Grail. | |
(beat) | |
Oh, now that's a bedtime story I'd | |
like to wake up to! | |
INDY | |
An old man's dream. | |
DONOVAN | |
Every man's dream. | |
(beat) | |
Including your father's, I believe. | |
INDY stiffens slightly at the mention of his father, nods. | |
INDY | |
Grail lore is his hobby. | |
He's a teacher of Medieval | |
Literature. The one the students | |
hope they don't get. | |
The door opens and MRS. DONOVAN steps into the room. She's a matronly | |
woman in an expensive evening gown. | |
MRS. DONOVAN | |
Walter, you're neglecting our | |
guests. | |
DONOVAN | |
Be along in a moment, dear. | |
He leans over and kisses her cheek. MRS. DONOVAN sighs to herself and returns | |
to the party. INDY, meanwhile, has turned his attention back to the Grail Tablet, | |
obviously hooked by its archaeological promise. He moistens his finger with | |
champagne and rubs it over the tablet. DONOVAN steps up next to Indy. | |
CONTINUED: (3) | |
DONOVAN | |
Hard to resist, isn't it? The | |
Holy Grail's final resting place | |
described in detail! | |
INDY | |
What good is it? This Grail | |
Tablet speaks of deserts and | |
mountains and canyons. Pretty | |
vague. Where do you start | |
looking? Maybe if the Tablet were | |
intact, you'd have something to | |
go on. But the entire top | |
portion is missing. | |
DONOVAN | |
Just the same, an attempt to | |
recover the Grail is currently | |
underway. | |
INDY has to shake his head at DONOVAN's apparent lack of judgment. | |
DONOVAN | |
Let me tell you another "bedtime | |
story, " Doctor Jones. | |
After the Grail was entrusted | |
to Joseph of Arimathaea, it | |
disappeared and was lost for a | |
thousand years before it was found | |
again by three Knights of the | |
First Crusade. Three brothers, | |
to be exact. | |
INDY | |
I've heard this one as well. | |
Two of these brothers walked out | |
of the desert one hundred and | |
fifty years after having found | |
the Grail and began the long | |
journey back to France. But | |
only one of them made it. And | |
before dying of extreme old | |
age, he supposedly imparted | |
his tale to a—to a Franciscan | |
friar, I think. | |
DONOVAN | |
Not "supposedly," Doctor Jones. | |
DONOVAN produces an ANCIENT LEATHER-BOUND VOLUME with very brittle | |
pages. INDY views the manuscript with considerable interest. | |
CONTINUED: (4) | |
DONOVAN | |
This is the manuscript in which | |
the friar chronicled the Knight's | |
story... it doesn't reveal on | |
location of the Grail, I'm afraid... | |
but the Knight promised that two | |
"markers" that had been left | |
behind would. | |
(indicates the Tablet) | |
This Tablet is one of those | |
"markers." It proves the Knight's | |
story is true. But as you pointed | |
out—it's incomplete. | |
(beat) | |
Now, the second "marker" is | |
entombed with the Knight's dead | |
brother. Our project leader | |
believes that tomb to be located | |
within the city of Venice, Italy. | |
(beat) | |
As you can now see, Doctor Jones, | |
we're about to complete a great | |
quest that began almost two | |
thousand years ago. We're only | |
one step away. | |
INDY | |
That's usually when the ground | |
falls out from underneath your | |
feet. | |
DONOVAN | |
You could be more right than you | |
know. | |
INDY | |
Yes? | |
DONOVAN | |
We've hit a snag. our project | |
leader has vanished. Along with | |
all his research. Uh, we received | |
a cable from his colleague, Doctor | |
Schneider, who has no idea of his | |
whereabouts or what's become of | |
him. | |
(beat) | |
I want you to pick up the trail | |
where he left off. Find the man | |
and you will find the Grail. | |
CONTINUED: (5) | |
INDY | |
You've got the wrong Jones, Mister | |
Donovan. Why don't you try my | |
father? | |
DONOVAN | |
(after a pause) | |
We already have. Your father is | |
the man who's disappeared. | |
EXT. A RESIDENTIAL STREET - DAY | |
A FORD COUPE speeds down the tree-lined street. | |
EXT. PROFESSOR HENRY JONES' HOUSE - DAY | |
The Ford coupe pulls up in front of the house. INDY climbs from the car and | |
hurries up the walkway. BRODY is a step behind. | |
BRODY | |
Your father and I have been | |
friends since time began. I've | |
watched you grow up, Indy. And | |
I've watched the two of you grow | |
apart. | |
(beat) | |
I've never seen you this concerned | |
about him before. | |
They climb the porch and notice that the front door is ajar. They exchange a | |
quick look of concern as they enter. | |
INT. THE HOUSE - LATE AFTERNOON | |
INDY approaches the half-open front door. | |
INDY | |
Dad? | |
(to BRODY) | |
He's an academic A bookworm. | |
He's not a field mans | |
He pushes open the door. He enters the house and calls out. | |
INDY | |
Dad? Dad? | |
INDY opens one half of the curtains dividing the hall from the sitting room. | |
We see the place has been ransacked. | |
CONTINUED: | |
BRODY sees INDY's face and opens the other half. | |
BRODY | |
Dear God. | |
They walk into the room. | |
BRODY | |
What has the old fool got | |
himself into now? | |
INDY | |
I don't know. But whatever it | |
is, he's in over his head! | |
BRODY picks up some mail from Henry's cluttered desk. | |
INDY | |
Dad? | |
BRODY | |
It's today's mail. And it's been | |
opened. | |
INDY turns and sees the pile of torn papers and envelopes. Then something hits | |
him. | |
INDY | |
Mail! That's it, Marcus! | |
He immediately empties his pockets of his own mail taken earlier in the day from | |
his college office and finds the envelope with the Venice postmark. | |
INDY | |
(as he tears it open) | |
Venice, Italy! | |
BRODY | |
What is it? | |
INDY uncovers a small book. It looks like a JOURNAL or | |
DIARY. Indy flips through it: Page after page of | |
handwritten notes and drawings. BRODY glances at it with | |
great curiosity. | |
INDY | |
It's Dad's Grail Diary. Every | |
clue he ever followed. Every | |
discovery he made. A complete | |
record of his search for the Holy | |
Grail. This is his whole life. | |
Why would he have sent this to me? | |
CONTINUED: (2) | |
BRODY | |
I don't know. But someone must | |
want it pretty badly. | |
INDY | |
Do you believe, Marcus? | |
As INDY asks the question, he turns to a PAINTING on the wall: A depiction of | |
Christ on the Cross, his blood being captured in a golden chalice. | |
A SECOND PAINTING on the wall shows Eleventh Century Crusaders plummeting | |
to their deaths over a high cliff. One Crusader, however, floats safely in midair | |
because he holds the Grail in his hands. | |
INDY | |
Do you believe the Grail actually | |
exists? | |
BRODY | |
The search for the Cup of Christ | |
is the search for the divine in all | |
of us. | |
BRODY sees that INDY is unsatisfied by this response. | |
BRODY | |
But if you want facts, Indy, I | |
have none to give you. At my age, | |
I'm prepared to take a few things | |
on faith. | |
INDY | |
Call Donovan, Marcus. Tell him | |
I'll take that ticket to Venice | |
now. | |
BRODY | |
I'll tell him we'll take two. | |
EXT. AIRFIELD - DAY | |
A LIMO is parked beside a PRIVATE AIRLINER that bears the DONOVAN | |
CORPORATE LOGO. BRODY peers inside to DONOVAN and INDY. | |
BRODY | |
Tell me, what's going to happen | |
when we get to Venice? | |
DONOVAN | |
(overlapping) | |
Don't worry. Doctor Schneider will | |
be there to meet you. | |
CONTINUED: | |
BRODY | |
(overlapping) | |
Schneider? | |
DONOVAN | |
(overlapping) | |
I maintain an apartment in Venice, | |
at your disposal. | |
BRODY | |
Oh, well. That's good. Thank | |
you. | |
BRODY and DONOVAN shake hands. INDY steps from the back seat of the limo. | |
He turns back to Donovan and shakes his hand. | |
DONOVAN | |
Doctor Jones. Good luck. Be | |
very careful. Don't trust anvbody. | |
INT. AIRLINER - FLYING - DAY | |
INDY opens the Grail Diary and thoughtfully turns through the pages. He stops | |
at one page and glances at a PENCIL SKETCH of what might be a stained-glass | |
window. Below the sketch is a SERIES OF NUMBERS. | |
EXT. THE PRIVATE AIRLINER - FLYING - DAY | |
SUPERIMPOSED over a MAP that traces a course from New York City to Venice, | |
Italy. | |
DISSOLVE TO: | |
EXT. VENICE - BOAT LANDING - DAY | |
INDY and BRODY disembark from the Water Bus onto the Boat Landing as other | |
Gondoliers steer their boats in the water. | |
INDY | |
Ah, Venice... | |
BRODY | |
Yes. Uh, how will we recognize | |
this Doctor Schneider when we | |
see him? | |
INDY | |
I don't know. Maybe he'll know | |
us. | |
CONTINUED: | |
Suddenly a WOMAN comes up to him. Attractive features. Blonde hair. Eyes | |
that are bright and intelligent. | |
ELSA | |
Doctor Jones? | |
INDY | |
Yes? | |
ELSA | |
I knew it was you— | |
She looks at him with an appraising expression that is brazenly flirtatious. | |
ELSA | |
—you have your father's eyes. | |
INDY is instantly attracted to her. | |
INDY | |
And my mother's ears. But the | |
rest belongs to you. | |
ELSA | |
Looks like the best parts have | |
already been spoken for. | |
INDY grins, enjoying the repartee. The WOMAN turns to BRODY, who tips his hat. | |
ELSA | |
Marcus Brody? | |
BRODY | |
That's right. | |
The Woman, DR. ELSA SCHNEIDER, extends her hand to BRODY. | |
ELSA | |
(introducing herself) | |
Doctor Elsa Schneider. | |
INDY's grin fades. BRODY registers a look of surprise. | |
BRODY | |
Uh... how do you do? | |
CUT TO: | |
EXT. VENICE CANAL - DAY | |
INDY, BRODY and ELSA walk along the narrow canal, lined with buildings on | |
either side. | |
CONTINUED: | |
ELSA | |
The last time I saw your father | |
we were in the library. He was | |
very close to tracking down the | |
Knight's Tomb. I've never seen | |
him so excited. He was as giddy | |
as a schoolboy. | |
INDY | |
Who? Attila the Professor? He | |
was never giddy, even when he was | |
a schoolboy! | |
INDY can't take his eyes off ELSA. Perhaps he's feeling a bit like a schoolboy | |
himself right now. As they cross over a bridge to the opposite side of the canal, | |
Indy steals a flower from a street vendor. He holds it out to Elsa. | |
INDY | |
Fraulein—will you permit me? | |
ELSA | |
I usually don't. | |
INDY | |
I usually don't either. | |
ELSA | |
In that case, I permit you. | |
INDY gives her the flower. | |
INDY | |
It would make me very happy. | |
ELSA | |
But I'm already sad—by tomorrow | |
it will have faded. | |
INDY | |
Tomorrow I'll steal you another. | |
BRODY | |
(cutting in) | |
I hate to interrupt you—but the | |
reason we're here— | |
ELSA | |
(interrupting) | |
Yes. I have something to show | |
you. | |
She hands a slip of paper to INDY. | |
CONTINUED: (2) | |
ELSA | |
I left your father working in | |
the library. He sent me to the | |
map section to fetch an ancient | |
plan of the city. When I got back | |
to his table—he'd gone—with | |
all his papers—except for that | |
scrap which I found near his chair. | |
INDY extends the scrap of paper to BRODY. | |
INDY | |
Roman numerals. | |
EXT. VENICE PIAZZA - DAY | |
ELSA leads INDY and BRODY into the large piazza. People walk about and sit at | |
tables in front of a large building. | |
ELSA | |
Here is the library. | |
They have arrived at the front steps of the library. | |
INDY | |
That doesn't look much like a | |
library. | |
BRODY | |
It looks like a converted church. | |
ELSA leads the way inside. | |
INT. THE LIBRARY - DAY | |
INDY, BRODY and ELSA enter, their heels CLICKING across the marble floor. | |
We notice, along with INDY and BRODY, that the library contains many stained- | |
glass windows. | |
ELSA | |
In this case it's the literal | |
truth. We're on holy ground. | |
These columns over here... | |
She indicates FOUR HUGE MARBLE COLUMNS that go from floor to ceiling. | |
ELSA | |
... were brought back as spoils | |
of war after the sacking of | |
Byzantium during the Crusades. | |
CONTINUED: | |
INDY glances at the Columns, then notices a Stained-Glass Window that depicts a | |
Knight of the Crusades. Indy lingers for a moment in front of the window. | |
ELSA | |
Now please excuse me. The library's | |
closing in a few moments. I'll | |
arrange for us to stay a little | |
longer. | |
The minute ELSA is out of earshot. | |
INDY | |
Marcus—I've seen this window | |
before. | |
BRODY | |
Where? | |
INDY whips out the Grail Diary and opens it to the sketch he noticed in the | |
airplane. | |
INDY | |
Right here. In Dad's Diary. | |
You see? | |
BRODY glances at the Diary, then at the window—noticing that the Roman | |
numerals in question have been worked into the window's design. | |
BRODY | |
Look, Indy. The Roman numerals! | |
INDY | |
Dad was onto something here! | |
BRODY | |
Well, now we know the source of | |
the numbers, but we still don't | |
know what they mean. | |
INDY and BRODY now see ELSA approaching. Indy quickly tucks the Diary back | |
into his pocket. | |
INDY | |
(explaining to Brody) | |
My dad sent me this Diary for a | |
reason. Until we find out why, | |
I suggest we keep it to ourselves. | |
ELSA | |
Find something? | |
INDY doesn't reply. He's looking in five directions at once. His eyes moving | |
across the walls and ceilings—charged with the thrill of discovery. | |
CONTINUED: (2) | |
BRODY | |
(to ELSA) | |
Uh, yes. Three, seven and tent | |
That window seems to be the source | |
of the Roman numerals. | |
ELSA | |
My God, I must be blind | |
INDY | |
Dad wasn't looking for a book | |
about the Knight's Tomb... he was | |
looking for the Tomb itself | |
ELSA wears a blank expression. | |
INDY | |
Don't you get it? The Tomb is | |
somewhere in the library! You | |
said yourself it used to be a | |
church! Look. | |
INDY's eyes travel up one of the four huge marble columns. | |
INDY | |
Three. | |
INDY looks again to the stained-glass window. He points. | |
INDY | |
Three! | |
INDY has discovered that each Column is numbered with a Roman Numeral. Indy | |
hurries away toward Column VII. All BRODY and ELSA can do now is try to keep | |
up with him. | |
INDY | |
Seven. | |
He points again to the stained-glass window. | |
INDY | |
Seven... Ten. | |
He looks down to the scrap of paper in his hands. | |
INDY | |
And ten. Now where's the ten? | |
Look around for the ten. | |
INDY walks past aisles of book-lined shelves. He stops, turns, then looks down. | |
CONTINUED: (3) | |
INDY | |
Three, seven and ten. | |
He climbs a spiral staircase leading up to a LOFT and looks down at BRODY and | |
ELSA. The floor beneath their feet is an elaborate tile design containing a huge | |
"X"—visible only from this higher angle. | |
INDY | |
Ten. | |
(wryly; to himself) | |
"X" marks the spot. | |
INDY rushes down the staircase and goes to the CENTER TILE where the two | |
sides of the X intersect. He blows dust away from the tile and tries to pry it up, | |
but cannot. | |
INDY rushes past BRODY to a cordon held in place by a brass stand underneath | |
the stained-glass window. | |
INDY raises the brass stand and timing his actions, hits the tile precisely as the | |
Librarian stamps a book. The Librarian regards the stamper curiously. | |
INDY continues to pound at the tile as the Librarian resumes his stamping, still | |
puzzled by the SOUND ECHOING through the library. | |
Finally INDY breaks the tile. As he bends to remove the pieces of broken tile, a | |
TWO-FOOT SQUARE HOLE IS REVEALED. | |
Cold air and a wet, rancid smell escape from the hole. | |
INDY | |
Bingo. | |
ELSA | |
You don't disappoint, Doctor Jones. | |
You're a great deal like your | |
father. | |
INDY | |
Except he's lost, and I'm not. | |
ELSA | |
Lower me down. | |
INDY is impressed with Elsa's spirit, and cooperates agreeably—holding her by | |
the hands and lowering her into the hole. When her feet finally touch ground | |
below, Indy releases his grip on her and slips the Grail Diary to BRODY. | |
INDY | |
Look after this for me, will you? | |
Then INDY disappears into the hole. | |
INT. CATACOMBS BELOW LIBRARY - DAY | |
INDY jumps down a steep step. He reaches back to help ELSA. | |
INDY | |
Come on. | |
INDY and ELSA glance around. This is really a horrid place. Dark and dank. | |
foul smelling. Elsa turns. She removes a cigarette lighter with a unique ivory | |
four-leaf clover design. | |
INDY and ELSA inspect markings carved onto the walls. | |
ELSA | |
Pagan symbols. Fourth or Fifth | |
Century. | |
INDY | |
Right. Six hundred years before | |
the Crusades. | |
ELSA | |
The Christians would have dug | |
their own passages and burial | |
chambers centuries later. | |
INDY takes the lighter from her and lights their way down a dark passageway. | |
INDY | |
That's right. If there's a | |
Knight of the First Crusade | |
entombed down here, that's where | |
we'll find him. | |
INT. LIBRARY - DAY | |
THREE MEN carrying guns make their way down the spiral staircase toward an | |
unsuspecting BRODY. One of the Men, KAZIM, raises his gun and brings it down | |
hard on Brody's head. | |
BRODY | |
Ohhhh. . . | |
KAZIM gestures with his gun toward the now-unconscious BRODY. The other two | |
men take Brody's hands and drag him into one of the book-lined aisles. | |
INT. ANOTHER PART OF THE CATACOMBS - DAY | |
DECOMPOSING CORPSES rest in niches carved into the stone walls. Grotesque | |
skeletal remains with rotting linen stretched across blackened bones. | |
INDY holds the lighter up as he and ELSA inspect symbols carved into the walls. | |
CONTINUED: | |
ELSA spots a symbol cut into the wall that she doesn't recognize. As she blows | |
away some cobwebs: | |
ELSA | |
What's this one? | |
INDY only has to give it a quick glance to know. | |
INDY | |
The Ark of the Covenant. | |
ELSA | |
Are you sure? | |
INDY | |
(deadpan) | |
Pretty sure. | |
INDY holds the lighter up and he and ELSA enter another dark passageway. | |
ANOTHER PART OF THE CATACOMBS | |
INDY steps to the wall and runs his hand over the stone. He scrapes the cobwebs | |
away to reveal the ROMAN NUMERAL "X." | |
INDY | |
Watch out. | |
ELSA now holds the lighter as INDY rams his shoulder into the wall. The wall | |
collapses on impact and Indy falls through into another room. | |
ANOTHER ROOM - THE CATACOMBS | |
as INDY falls through the hole in the wall onto rocks surrounded by bubbling, | |
green, slimy liquid. More skeletons surround him, resting in their carved niches. | |
ELSA holds the lighter as she peers in at him through the hole in the wall. | |
INDY | |
Petroleum. I could sink a well | |
down here and retire. | |
INDY reaches up and tears a piece of cloth from one of the skeletons, which | |
breaks apart and falls into the oil-slick water. | |
INDY uses the scrap of cloth and a bone to fashion a crude torch, which he then | |
dips into the oily water. | |
INDY | |
Give me the lighter. | |
ANOTHER PART OF THE CATACOMBS | |
Using the cloth-wrapped bone torch to guide their way, INDY and ELSA come | |
upon a NARROW PASSAGEWAY. The water is knee-deep and TEEMING WITH | |
RATS. Thousands of them Crawling on one another's backs. SQUEALING. | |
Squirming. Thrashing in the water. | |
INDY | |
Oh, rats... | |
ELSA gasps as the rats scamper between her legs. | |
INDY moves forward through the rat-infested water as ELSA follows, still gasping | |
in horror. Suddenly he slips into a hole. Recovering his balance, he reaches out | |
to Elsa. | |
INDY | |
Come onl | |
She gasps once again, terrified. INDY lifts her and carries ELSA as he moves | |
forward. | |
THE CATACOMBS - THE HOLE IN THE WALL | |
KAZIM and his men step to the opening Indy made earlier and shine their | |
flashlights through to the rat-infested water. | |
ANOTHER PART OF THE CATACOMBS | |
More rat-infested water as ELSA, now walking again, follows INDY through | |
another passageway lined with skulls and bones. | |
INDY reaches for a wall to steady himself and inadvertently grabs a skeleton. A | |
bone comes loose in his hand as rats scurry about and leap at him from all | |
directions. | |
He takes a moment to compose himself, then steps across the water to ELSA's | |
side. He steps into the water, then reaches up to help Elsa do the same. | |
INDY | |
Come here. | |
LARGE BURIAL CHAMBER | |
The chamber is flooded with black, briny water. | |
INDY | |
Look. . . | |
In the center of the chamber, jutting up above the water, is what amounts to an | |
"island altar" on which SEVERAL ANCIENT COFFINS rest. They move toward the | |
altar. | |
CONTINUED: | |
INDY and ELSA begin to inspect the ornately carved COFFINS like the scholars of | |
antiquity that they are. These are big oak caskets held together by straps of | |
etched brass. | |
INDY | |
It must be one of these... | |
ELSA | |
Look at the artistry of these | |
carvings and the scrollwork. | |
One coffin is elevated above the others. | |
ELSA | |
It's this one. | |
Together they begin to push on the lid—STRAINING and GROANING until it | |
slides away and BANGS against the stone platform. | |
INSIDE THE COFFIN | |
lie the DECOMPOSED REMAINS of a KNIGHT IN ARMOR. INDY and ELSA look | |
in...Elsa gasps. | |
INDY | |
This is itl we found it! Look— | |
the engraving on the Shield. It's | |
the same as on the Grail Tablets | |
The Shield is the Second Marker! | |
INDY unfolds a piece of paper and holds it over the shield. | |
ELSA | |
What's that? | |
INDY | |
It's a rubbing Dad made of the | |
Grail Tablet. | |
The missing portion of the rubbing is completed by the shield. | |
ELSA | |
Just like your father—giddy | |
as a schoolboy. | |
INDY laughs. | |
ELSA | |
Wouldn't it be wonderful if he | |
were here now to see this? | |
INDY | |
(chuckles) | |
He never would have made it past | |
the rats! He hates rats! He's | |
scared to death of them! | |
CLOSE - A HAND | |
as it lights a match. | |
PULL BACK TO REVEAL KAZIM dropping the lighted match into the oil-slick | |
water. | |
INDY AND ELSA | |
ELSA holds the torch. INDY looks around. Listens. Something is wrong. And | |
then he sees the GLOW OF FIRELIGHT dancing across the Catacomb walls. | |
This is followed by THOUSANDS OF RATS FLEEING from around the corner of the | |
Narrow Passageway, STAMPEDING toward ELSA and INDY—SHRIEKING and | |
SQUEALING as they approach. | |
The rats literally wash over them—like a rodent tidal wave—in their efforts to | |
escape a: | |
HUGE ORANGE BALL OF FIRE | |
ROARING around the corner hurtling towards them—feeding on the oil slick; | |
consuming the oxygen. | |
ELSA SCREAMS. | |
INDY | |
Get back! Back against the wall. | |
INDY braces his back against the altar and TOPPLES THE COFFIN with his feet. | |
It CRASHES against the stone platform and SPLASHES into the water. | |
INDY | |
Quick! Under it! | |
They jump into the water beside the bobbing, overturned coffin. | |
INDY | |
Air pocket! | |
ELSA hesitates. INDY literally DUNKS her and pushes her underneath. | |
UNDER THE COFFIN | |
ELSA surfaces into the air pocket created by the coffin, SPUTTERING and | |
SPITTING. | |
Now INDY pops up into the air pocket. He looks at ELSA—they are both soaking | |
wet. | |
INDY | |
Don't wander off. | |
CONTINUED: | |
ELSA | |
What? | |
INDY disappears under the water and swims out from under the coffin. | |
ELSA | |
What? | |
UNDER THE WATER | |
INDY swims, looking for an escape route. | |
UNDER THE COFFIN | |
The rats are beginning to force their way inside, swimming through the water | |
and climbing on ELSA, who squirms and screams in terror. | |
INDY pops back up through the water. | |
INDY | |
I think I've found a way out. | |
Deep breath. | |
ELSA groans. They take a deep breath and both dive under the water. | |
EXT. VENICE PIAZZA - OUTDOOR CAFE - DAY | |
The perfect picture postcard—St. Mark's Square and the Grand Canal beyond. | |
Cafe customers are startled to see INDY and ELSA climb out of the sewer, wet | |
and smelly. Indy looks around at the postcard-perfect setting and smiles. | |
INDY | |
(wryly) | |
Ah, Venicel | |
Indy's delight, however, is short-lived since KAZIM and TWO OTHER TURKISH | |
AGENTS are running towards them with drawn guns. | |
He grabs ELSA by the hand and the two of them run down the dock and LEAP | |
INTO A MOTORBOAT. | |
INT. THE MOTORBOAT - DAY | |
INDY fires up the engine and pulls away from the dock... but not before a | |
Turkish Agent JUMPS in with him. | |
ELSA grabs the wheel and begins to steer the boat while INDY and the Turk trade | |
punches. | |
EXT. THE HARBOR - DAY | |
Indy's Speedboat BOUNCES across the choppy waters heading in the direction of | |
the DOCKED STEAMSHIP. | |
KAZIM and his men rush to TWO MORE SPEEDBOATS tied to the dock. | |
They chase after INDY. | |
INDY grapples with the Turkish Agent. As Indy grips his arms, we SEE a GUN in | |
the Agent's hand. It FIRES. | |
As INDY fights with the Turk, he becomes aware of the Speedboats behind him | |
and two enormous Freighters ahead of him, joined together by two giant ropes. | |
INDY, having gained the advantage, leans on top of the Turkish Agent. | |
INDY | |
(to ELSA) | |
Are you crazy?! You don't go | |
between them! | |
ELSA can barely hear INDY over the noise of the motor. | |
ELSA | |
Go between them? Are you crazy?! | |
INDY finally delivers the punch that sends the Turkish Agent flying overboard. | |
Turning, Indy sees that ELSA has committed the speedboat to a course BETWEEN | |
the two Freighters, now being pushed even closer together by a Tugboat. | |
INDY | |
I said go around! | |
ELSA | |
You said go between them! | |
INDY | |
I said don't go between them! | |
It's purely academic at this point since the hulls of the the two Freighters loom | |
up on either side of them like cavern walls. | |
EXT. FULL SHOT - THE HARBOR - DAY | |
One Enemy Speedboat chases INDY between the two Freighters. But the Speedboat | |
containing KAZIM veers off and goes around. | |
EXT. BETWEEN THE TWO FREIGHTERS - DAY | |
It's a race for daylight as the two Freighters drift ever closer to one another. | |
Indy's Speedboat just manages to squeeze through the gap. But the Enemy | |
Speedboat EXPLODES as it is crushed between the two Freighters, FLYING INTO | |
THE AIR and SPLASHING back down into the water. | |
INDY AND ELSA | |
spin their boat around in a sharp half-circle to see KAZIM'S SPEEDBOAT appear | |
racing toward them. He stands in the moving boat, FIRING A MACHINE GUN at | |
INDY and ELSA. | |
KAZIM'S SPEEDBOAT | |
matches Indy's move for move. | |
FULL SHOT - THE HARBOR | |
The two boats race across the water nearly side-by-side. A CHATTERING | |
MACHINE GUN from Kazim's boat SPLINTERS the wood of Indy's boat, until | |
finally the rear of the boat CATCHES ON FIRE. | |
The machine gun runs out of ammunition. KAZIM puts it down and takes control | |
of the wheel from one of the Turkish Agents in the boat with him. | |
As Indy's boat drifts toward the GIANT, TURNING PROPELLERS at the STERN of | |
ANOTHER STEAMER, Kazim's boat draws up alongside and hits them. INDY | |
steps into Kazim's boat. He knocks one of the Turkish Agents to the deck, then | |
turns his attention to KAZIM. The two men trade punches as the boat spins | |
helplessly in the churning water. | |
ELSA | |
No!! | |
INDY kicks KAZIM in the face, knocking him into the water, then pulls him back | |
into the boat, now being SUCKED THROUGH THE CHURNING WATER toward the | |
Steamer's giant propeller blades. | |
INDY | |
Why are you trying to kill us? | |
KAZIM | |
Because you're looking for the | |
Holy Grail. | |
INDY | |
My father was looking for the | |
Holy Grail. Did you kill him | |
too? | |
KAZIM | |
No. | |
INDY | |
Where is he? Talk—or you're | |
dead. Damn it, tell me! Tell | |
me! | |
KAZIM | |
If you don't let go, Doctor Jones, | |
we'll both die. | |
CONTINUED: | |
INDY | |
Then we'll die. | |
KAZIM | |
My soul is prepared. How's yours? | |
By now half the boat has been chopped up into matchwood and the blades are | |
getting closer. | |
INDY | |
This is your last chance. | |
KAZIM | |
No, Doctor Jones. It's yours! | |
The wind of the blades is on their necks. INDY grabs KAZIM just in time and | |
jumps... into the motorboat, driven by ELSA, which gets alongside in the nick of | |
time. | |
INDY | |
All right! Where's my father | |
KAZIM | |
If you let me go, I will tell you | |
where he is. | |
INDY | |
Who are you? | |
KAZIM | |
My name is Kazim. | |
INDY | |
And why were you trying to kill | |
me? | |
KAZIM | |
The secret of the Grail has been | |
safe for a thousand years. And | |
for all that time the Brotherhood | |
of the Cruciform Sword has been | |
prepared to do anything to keep | |
it safe. | |
KAZIM pulls back his shirt to reveal a birthmark... or is it a tattoo? Whatever it | |
is, it's a cruciform sword; a Christian cross which tapers down, like the blades of | |
a broadsword. | |
KAZIM | |
Let me get off at this jetty. | |
The boat is close to the edge of the canal. INDY gives ELSA a nod, telling her to | |
bring the boat in. KAZIM steps ashore. | |
CONTINUED: (2) | |
KAZIM | |
Ask yourself, why do you seek | |
the Cup of Christ? Is it for His | |
glory, or for yours? | |
INDY | |
I didn't come for the Cup of | |
Christ. I came to find my father. | |
KAZIM | |
In that case, God be with you in | |
your quest. Your father is being | |
held in the Castle of Brunwald on | |
the Austrian-German border. | |
KAZIM walks away. | |
INT. VENICE APARTMENT - DAY | |
CLOSE ON THE WATER-SOAKED PAPER IMPRESSION: The rubbing taken from | |
the shield of the Grail Knight. | |
BRODY is giving it careful study while he dabs the lump on the back of his head | |
with an ice pack. | |
INDY | |
How's the head? | |
BRODY | |
It's better, now I've seen this. | |
It's the name of a city. | |
"Alexandretta?" Hmmm... | |
INDY, wearing a bathrobe, leans over to study the impression. | |
INDY | |
The Knights of the First Crusade | |
laid siege to the city of | |
Alexandretta for over a year. | |
The entire city was destroyed. | |
BRODY lowers the ice pack from his head and looks at INDY. | |
INDY | |
The present city of Iskenderun | |
is built on its ruins. Marcus— | |
you remember what the Grail | |
Tablet said. "Across the desert | |
and through the mountain to the | |
Canyon of the Crescent Moon." | |
(pause) | |
But where exactly? | |
CONTINUED: | |
BRODY | |
Your father would know. Your | |
father did know. Look. He | |
made a map. | |
BRODY picks up the Grail Diary. | |
BRODY | |
He must have pieced it together | |
from clues scattered through the | |
whole history of the Grail Quest. | |
A map with no names. | |
INSERT: A PENCIL-DRAWN MAP | |
It covers two pages of the Diary. BRODY's finger moves across it. | |
BRODY | |
Now, he knew there was a city | |
with an oasis due east. Here. | |
He knew the course turned south | |
through the desert to a river, and | |
the river led into the mountains. | |
Here. Straight to the canyon. | |
He knew everything except where | |
to begin, the name of the city. | |
INDY | |
(solemnly) | |
Alexandretta. Now we know. | |
BRODY | |
Yes. Now we know. | |
INDY | |
(rising) | |
Marcus, get hold of Sallah. Tell | |
him to meet you in Iskenderun. | |
INDY closes the Grail Diary and puts it into the pocket of his robe. | |
BRODY | |
What about you? | |
INDY | |
I'm going after Dad. | |
INT. INDY'S BEDROOM - DAY | |
INDY opens the door. His bedroom has been ransacked...the mattress on the | |
floor, the drawers turned out. | |
INT. HALLWAY - DAY | |
INDY approaches another door (Elsa's bedroom) and knocks. | |
INDY | |
Elsa? | |
He goes in. | |
INT. ELSA'S BEDROOM - DAY | |
... and finds that Elsa's bedroom is in a similar ransacked state to his own. The | |
room is empty. | |
He is worried for her, knocks and calls out: | |
INDY | |
Elsa? | |
He steps into the room and knocks upon the bathroom door. | |
INDY | |
Elsa? | |
He opens the bathroom door, peering inside. | |
INDY | |
Elsa? | |
INT. ELSA'S BATHROOM - DAY | |
Elsa is standing before a mirror, wearing a silk bathrobe. She gasps, startled, as | |
INDY enters. He retreats back into her bedroom as she reaches up to turn off a | |
record player sitting on a ledge above the bathtub. | |
INT. ELSA'S BEDROOM - DAY | |
ELSA joins INDY, waiting in the ransacked room. she looks around in shock. | |
ELSA | |
My room! | |
INDY | |
Mine, too. | |
ELSA | |
What were they looking for? | |
She looks to INDY, who pulls the Grail Diary from his pocket. | |
INDY | |
This. | |
CONTINUED: | |
ELSA | |
The Grail Diary. | |
INDY | |
Uh-huh. | |
ELSA | |
You had it? You didn't trust | |
me! | |
She looks hurt and beautiful. She comes closer to him. | |
INDY | |
I didn't know you. | |
She's awfully hard to resist. | |
INDY | |
At least I let you tag along. | |
ELSA | |
Oh, yes. Give them a flower and | |
they'll follow you anywhere. | |
INDY | |
Knock it off. You're not mad. | |
ELSA | |
No? | |
INDY | |
No. You like the way I do things. | |
ELSA | |
It's lucky I don't do things the | |
same way. You'd still be standing | |
at the Venice pier. | |
She stomps her foot angrily. INDY flinches. She starts to walk away but Indy | |
grabs her. | |
INDY | |
Look, what do you think is going | |
on here? Since I've met you, | |
I've nearly been incinerated, | |
drowned, shot at, and chopped into | |
fish bait. We're caught in the | |
middle of something sinister here. | |
My guess is Dad found out more | |
than he was looking for. And | |
until I'm sure, I'm going to | |
continue to do things the way I | |
think they should be done. | |
CONTINUED: (2) | |
He pulls her to him and kisses her. | |
ELSA | |
How dare you kiss me! | |
Now ELSA reaches for INDY and kisses him. | |
INDY | |
Leave me alone. I don't like | |
fast women. | |
But he embraces her, and ELSA begins to nibble at his ear. | |
ELSA | |
And I hate arrogant men. | |
INDY smiles slyly as they fall to the bed. | |
EXT. VENICE CANAL - DAY | |
A GONDOLIER SINGS as he steers his gondola carrying two passengers past | |
Indy's window. | |
INT. INDY'S BEDROOM - DAY | |
INDY lies on top of ELSA, kissing her. He stops for a moment as he hears the | |
GONDOLIER SINGING. | |
INDY | |
Ahh, Venice. | |
ELSA reaches up and pulls him back down to her. | |
EXT. ROAD THROUGH THE AUSTRIAN MOUNTAINS - DAY | |
A Mercedes-Benz glides through the sharp mountain curves. This is | |
SUPERIMPOSED OVER A MAP that charts their course from Venice across Austria | |
toward Salzburg. | |
EXT. CASTLE IN THE AUSTRIAN MOUNTAINS - DAY | |
Storm clouds darken the skies. THUNDER EXPLODES in the | |
distance; lightning flashes. The Mercedes-Benz drives into the courtyard of the | |
formidable stone castle. | |
INDY | |
What do you know about this | |
place? | |
ELSA | |
I know the Brunwalds are famous | |
art collectors. | |
INT. MERCEDES-BENZ - DAY | |
INDY reaches into the back seat and retrieves his bullwhip. | |
ELSA | |
What are you going to do? | |
INDY | |
Don't know. Think of something. | |
He glances up to the beret ELSA is wearing. She reaches up and adjusts it. | |
INT. CASTLE ENTRANCE HALL - DAY | |
A BUTLER walks to the door and opens it to reveal INDY and ELSA standing | |
outside in the rain. she now wears Indy's fedora; Indy is wearing Elsa's beret. | |
BUTLER | |
Yes? | |
INDY, followed by ELSA, steps inside, shaking the water from his overcoat. He | |
adopts a Scottish accent. | |
INDY | |
And not before time! Did you | |
intend to leave us standing on | |
the doorstep all day? We're | |
drenched! | |
As INDY says this he pushes his way past the startled BUTLER, pulling a | |
handkerchief from the man's pocket. ELSA follows, taking off her coat. INDY | |
SNEEZES HARD. | |
INDY | |
Now look! I've gone and caught | |
a sniffle. | |
INDY dabs at his nose with the handkerchief as ELSA looks on in amused | |
amazement. | |
BUTLER | |
(coldly; with | |
Austrian accent) | |
Are you expected? | |
INDY | |
Don't take that tone with me, my | |
good man. Now buttle off and tell | |
Baron Brunwald that Lord Clarence | |
MacDonald and his lovely assistant | |
are here to view the tapestries. | |
(CONT'D) | |
CONTINUED: | |
BUTLER | |
Tapestries? | |
INDY | |
Dear me, the man is dense. This | |
is a castle, isn't it? There are | |
tapestries? | |
BUTLER | |
This is a castle. And we have | |
many tapestries. But if you're a | |
Scottish lord, then I am Mickey | |
Mouse. | |
INDY | |
How dare he?! | |
Simultaneously knocking the BUTLER cold with one slug on the jaw. The Butler | |
falls against a wall tapestry, sliding down to the floor, out cold. | |
INT. CASTLE HALLWAY - DAY | |
INDY and ELSA move cautiously and quietly down the wide, vaulted hallway. | |
APPROACHING VOICES ARE HEARD. Indy and Elsa creep past a room full of | |
NAZI SOLDIERS working around a large table with a map atop it.. | |
INDY reacts to the sight of them. | |
INDY | |
(to ELSA; softly) | |
Nazis. I hate these guys. | |
INDY and ELSA continue down the hallway. Indy carries a gun in his hand and | |
his whip hangs from his belt. He steps to a closed door and listens. | |
INDY | |
This one. I think he's in here. | |
ELSA | |
How do you know? | |
INDY points out an ELECTRICAL WIRE. | |
INDY | |
Because it's wired. | |
He studies the situation for a moment, then decides to enter one of the other | |
doors. He knocks at the door—there is no response. He looks back at ELSA and | |
enters. | |
INT. CASTLE ROOM - DAY | |
The room is dark and empty. INDY throws open the window shutters and looks | |
out. RAIN comes down in sheets. There is a wide ledge beneath each window— | |
but below that is a SHEER DROP. Indy wants to get out onto the window ledge, | |
which is several yards away. | |
ELSA | |
Indy? Indy? | |
INDY reassures her. | |
INDY | |
Don't worry... this is kid's play. | |
I'll be right back. | |
He leans out the window and wraps his bullwhip around some wires that protrude | |
from the castle wall above the next window. | |
He gives the whip a forceful tug to make certain it will hold his weight. | |
EXT. THE CASTLE - DAY | |
INDY SWINGS from the window to the stone gargoyle. | |
CLOSE ON THE WINDOW LEDGE | |
A PAIR OF WOODEN SHUTTERS seals the window. | |
INDY takes hold of the bullwhip with both hands, pushes off with his feet... | |
swings toward the shuttered window with his feet extended... CRASHING | |
THROUGH THE WOODEN SHUTTERS as a CLAP OF THUNDER disguises the noise. | |
INT. THE ROOM - DAY | |
INDY CRASHES THROUGH SHUTTERS AND GLASS into the room. The broken | |
shutters hang by their hinges. Rain and cold air whip through the open window. | |
No sooner does Indy get to his feet, than a VASE COMES CRASHING DOWN ON | |
THE BACK OF HIS HEAD. | |
Stunned, INDY sinks to one knee... and Indy's father, PROFESSOR HENRY JONES, | |
steps out of the shadows. | |
HENRY | |
Junior? | |
INDY gets to his feet. | |
INDY | |
(a reflex) | |
Yes, sirl | |
CONTINUED: | |
This reply is a kneejerk reaction on Indy's part. Now they look at each other. | |
HENRY | |
It is you Junior! | |
INDY | |
(an old familiar | |
irritation) | |
Don't call me that, please. | |
HENRY | |
(amazed) | |
But what are you doing here? | |
INDY | |
I came to get you! What do you | |
think? | |
NAZI VOICES ARE HEARD approaching. INDY and HENRY press themselves | |
against the wall, Henry still holding the broken vase in his hand. | |
INDY steps to the window and looks down. HENRY moves to a lamp, holding the | |
vase under the light for a closer look. | |
HENRY | |
(sotto, mumbled) | |
Late Fourteenth Century, Ming | |
Dynasty. | |
HENRY is all about the broken vase which he still holds in his hand. Father and | |
son get onto crossed lines for a couple of moments. | |
HENRY | |
Oh, it breaks the heart. | |
INDY | |
(quietly to himself) | |
And the head. | |
(to HENRY, aggrievedly) | |
You hit me, Dad! | |
HENRY | |
(referring to the | |
vase) | |
I'll never forgive myself— | |
INDY | |
(surprised, | |
misunderstanding) | |
Don't worry—I'm fine. | |
HENRY | |
Thank God! | |
CONTINUED: (2) | |
HENRY has clearly been concentrating entirely on the vase... he is examining the | |
broken end carefully. | |
HENRY | |
... it's fake. See, you can tell | |
by the cross section. | |
HENRY throws the vase against the wall where it SHATTERS. | |
INDY | |
No! Dad, get your stuff. We've | |
got to get out of here. | |
HENRY | |
Well, I am sorry about your head, | |
though. But I thought you were | |
one of them. | |
INDY | |
Dad, they come in through the | |
doors. | |
HENRY | |
(laughs) | |
Good point. | |
INDY steps to the door and stands, listening. | |
HENRY | |
But better safe than sorry. | |
HENRY slides his umbrella through the straps of his bag. | |
HENRY | |
Humpf—so I was wrong this time. | |
But by God, I wasn't wrong when I | |
mailed you my Diary. You obviously | |
got it. | |
INDY | |
I got it and I used it. We found | |
the entrance to the catacombs. | |
HENRY | |
(excited) | |
Through the library? | |
INDY | |
Right. | |
HENRY | |
I knew it. And the tomb of Sir | |
Richard? | |
CONTINUED: (3) | |
INDY nods. | |
INDY | |
Found it. | |
HENRY | |
(breathless) | |
He was actually there? You saw | |
him? | |
INDY | |
Well, what was left of him. | |
HENRY | |
(trembling with | |
anticipation) | |
And his shield... the inscription | |
on Sir Richard's shield...? | |
INDY | |
Alexandretta. | |
(beat) | |
It's a great moment in HENRY's life. He turns aside, lost to himself for a | |
moment, then turns to INDY with joy. | |
HENRY | |
Alexandretta... of course... on | |
the pilgrim trail from the Eastern | |
Empire. Oh, Junior... | |
INDY winces, and would interrupt but suddenly it's not the moment. | |
HENRY | |
... you did it. | |
INDY | |
No, Dad. You did. Forty years. | |
HENRY | |
If only I could have been with | |
you. | |
INDY | |
There were rats, Dad. | |
HENRY | |
Rats? | |
INDY | |
Yeah. big ones. What do the | |
Nazis want with you Dad? | |
HENRY | |
They want my diary. | |
CONTINUED: (4) | |
INDY | |
(interested) | |
Yeah? | |
INDY's interest is a moment which becomes important later but for now it passes. | |
HENRY | |
I knew I had to get that book as | |
far away from me as I possibly | |
could. | |
INDY's hand moves unconsciously to his pocket. His eyes turn inward. | |
INDY | |
(thoughtfully) | |
Yeah. . . | |
Then... BAMI The door is kicked open and three NAZIS enter. One is an S.S. | |
OFFICER. The other two are SOLDIERS with machine guns. HENRY and INDY | |
raise their hands. | |
S.S. OFFICER | |
Doctor Jones!! | |
HENRY & INDY | |
Yes!! | |
S.S. OFFICER | |
I will take the book now. | |
INDY/HENRY | |
(simultaneously) | |
What book? | |
S.S. OFFICER | |
(to INDY) | |
You have the Diary in your pocket. | |
HENRY laughs genuinely, believing himself to be laughing at the expense of the | |
S.S. OFFICER. | |
HENRY | |
You doltl Do you think that my | |
son would be that stupid that | |
he would bring my Diary all the | |
way back here? | |
At which point an awful thought strikes HENRY. | |
HENRY | |
You didn't, did you? | |
(a beat) | |
You didn't bring it, did you? | |
CONTINUED: (5) | |
INDY | |
Well, uh... | |
HENRY | |
You did!! | |
INDY | |
Look, can we discuss this later? | |
HENRY | |
I should have mailed it to the | |
Marx Brothers. | |
INDY | |
(overlapping) | |
Will you take it easy....! | |
HENRY | |
Take it easy?! Why do you think | |
I sent it home in the first place? | |
(points towards | |
the NAZIS) | |
So it wouldn't fall into their | |
hands!! | |
INDY | |
I came here to save you. | |
HENRY | |
Oh yeah? And who's gonna come to | |
save you, Junior?? | |
INDY's eyes blazes His nostrils flares He's so pissed off, he literally RIPS A | |
MACHINE GUN from the hands of one of the startled soldiers... and for a moment | |
we think he's going to use it on his dad. | |
INDY | |
I told you-- | |
He turns and sprays the room with machine gun fire, cutting all three NAZIS to | |
ribbons and blowing them backwards across the room. | |
INDY | |
--don't call me Junior! | |
HENRY looks shocked and horrified. | |
HENRY | |
Look what you did!! | |
Indy grabs him and pushes him ahead. | |
HENRY | |
(aghast) | |
I can't believe what you just.... | |
INT. CASTLE HALLWAY - DAY | |
INDY leads HENRY down the hallway as he searches for Elsa. | |
INDY | |
Elsa? Elsa? | |
He opens a door and enters: | |
INT. FIRST CASTLE ROOM - DAY | |
INDY and HENRY rush back into the room where ELSA had been left, only to | |
find: A Nazi COLONEL HOLDING ELSA HOSTAGE. | |
His name is VOGEL: a vicious-looking, lantern jawed brute. One arm is wrapped | |
around Elsa's waist, the other hand presses the muzzle of a LUGER behind her | |
ear. | |
VOGEL | |
That's far enough Put down the | |
gun, Doctor Jones. Put down the | |
gun or the Fraulein dies. | |
HENRY | |
But she's one of them! | |
ELSA | |
Indy, please! | |
HENRY | |
She's a Nazi! | |
INDY | |
What?! | |
INDY is thrown. He doesn't know what to do. He looks at ELSA, then back to his | |
father. Everyone is yelling at once: | |
HENRY | |
Trust me! | |
ELSA | |
Indy, no! | |
VOGEL | |
I will kill her! | |
HENRY | |
Oh yeah? Go ahead! | |
INDY | |
No! Don't Shoot! | |
CONTINUED: | |
HENRY | |
(to Indy) | |
Don't worry. He won't. | |
ELSA | |
Indy, please! Do what he says! | |
HENRY | |
And don't listen to her! | |
VOGEL | |
Enough! She diesl | |
VOGEL jams the barrel of the luger painfully into ELSA's neck. Elsa SCREAMS. | |
INDY | |
Wait! Waitl | |
And then Indy gives in. He drops the machine gun to the table and it slides | |
across, SHATTERING GLASS. HENRY GROANS audibly. | |
VOGEL releases his grip on ELSA and shoves her toward INDY. She is propelled | |
directly into his arms. He holds her tightly. She buries her face in his chest. | |
ELSA | |
I'm sorry. | |
INDY comforts her. | |
INDY | |
No, don't be. | |
Her hand slips into his coat pocket and removes the Grail Diary. | |
ELSA | |
But you should have listened to | |
your father. | |
She steps back next to VOGEL. INDY is stunned. HENRY gives him his most | |
withering look of reprimand. | |
INT. BARONIAL ROOM - DAY | |
A large baronial room decorated with ancient tapestries and suits of armor. | |
Firelight—from the giant fireplace—dances across the ceiling and walls. | |
INDY and HENRY are ushered in, hands tied behind back, accompanied by VOGEL | |
and ELSA and TWO NAZI GUARDS. | |
ELSA crosses the room toward a high-backed chair facing the fireplace. INDY and | |
HENRY do not have the advantage of seeing who is sitting in that chair. They | |
only see a HAND REACH OUT AND TAKE THE BOOK. | |
CONTINUED: | |
INDY | |
(quietly to HENRY) | |
She ransacked her own room and I | |
fell for it. How did you know | |
she was a Nazi? | |
HENRY | |
Umh? | |
INDY | |
How did you she was a Nazi? | |
HENRY | |
She talks in her sleep. | |
INDY nods, and then the statement catches up with him. He looks at HENRY | |
with surprise. | |
HENRY | |
I didn't trust her. Why did | |
you? | |
MAN IN CHAIR | |
Because he didn't take my advice. | |
The MAN IN THE CHAIR gets to his feet and turns, revealing himself to be... | |
WALTER DONOVAN. INDY and HENRY react with stunned expressions. | |
INDY | |
Donovan | |
DONOVAN | |
Didn't I warn you not to trust | |
anybody, Doctor Jones? | |
DONOVAN smiles benignly and flips through the Grail Diary. | |
HENRY | |
I misjudged you Walter—I knew | |
you'd sell your mother for an | |
Etruscan vase. | |
But I didn't know you'd sell your | |
country and your soul to the slime | |
of humanity. | |
DONOVAN | |
(suddenly erupting) | |
Doctor Schneider There're pages | |
torn out of thisl | |
ELSA rushes to DONOVAN's side. she takes the Grail Diary from him. Elsa takes | |
a look for herself—then glances up at Indy. | |
CONTINUED: (2) | |
ELSA | |
This book contained a map—a | |
map with no names—precise | |
directions from the unknown city | |
to the secret Canyon of the | |
Crescent Moon. | |
INDY | |
So it did. | |
DONOVAN | |
Where are these missing pages? | |
This maps we must have these | |
pages backs | |
HENRY gives INDY a look of surprise. Indy smirks. | |
ELSA | |
(to Donovan) | |
You're wasting your breath. He | |
won't tell us. And he doesn't | |
have to... it's perfectly obvious | |
where the pages are... | |
(looking at Indy) | |
... he's given them to Marcus | |
Brody. | |
HENRY now wears a pained expression. | |
HENRY | |
(to Indy) | |
Marcus?! You didn't drag poor | |
Marcus along, did you? He's not | |
up to the challenge. | |
DONOVAN | |
He sticks out like a sore thumb. | |
We'll find him. | |
INDY | |
The hell you will. He's got a | |
two-day head-start on you, which | |
is more than he needs. | |
(beat) | |
Brody's got friends in every town | |
and village from here to the Sudan. | |
He speaks a dozen languages, knows | |
every local custom. He'll blend | |
in. Disappear. You'll never see | |
him again. With any luck, he's | |
got the Grail already. | |
HENRY looks amazed and impressed. | |
EXT. TRAIN STATION - CITY OF ISKENDERUN - DAY | |
BRODY disembarks from the train along with the other PASSENGERS, a cross- | |
section of ARABS and TUSKS. | |
BRODY | |
Does anyone here speak English? | |
Or even ancient Greek? | |
A Man in the crowd holds out a cup of water to BRODY. | |
BRODY | |
No water, no thank you. No, fish | |
make love in it. | |
BRODY continues through the crowd past various STREET VENDORS. A Woman | |
holds a chicken out to him. | |
BRODY | |
Thank you so much. No, I don't | |
like that. No, I really don't | |
want... No, no, thank you very | |
much. No, thank you, madam. | |
I'm a vegetarian. | |
The Woman walks away, leaving BRODY alone in the crowd. | |
BRODY | |
Does anyone understand a word I'm | |
saying here? | |
SALLAH shoulders his way through the mob toward BRODY. | |
SALLAH | |
Mister Brodyl | |
They meet and hug, then begin to walk. | |
BRODY | |
Oh, Sallahl What a relief! | |
SALLAH | |
(laughs) | |
Marcus Brody, sir. And where is | |
Indy? | |
BRODY | |
(overlapping) | |
Oh, he's in Austria. A slight | |
detour. | |
SALLAH | |
You are on your own? | |
A Woman runs in and tugs on BRODY's coat. He waves her away. | |
CONTINUED: | |
BRODY | |
Yes, but don't panic. Everything's | |
under control. Have you. . .have | |
you arranged our supplies? | |
SALLAH | |
Oh, yes, of course. But where | |
are we going? | |
BRODY | |
Oh, this map will show you. It | |
was drawn by, uh... | |
BRODY searches in his coat pocket for the map as a SINISTER MAN approaches. | |
SINISTER MAN | |
Mister Brody? | |
BRODY puts the map back in his pocket. The SINISTER MAN clicks his heels and | |
bows quickly. | |
SINISTER MAN | |
Welcome to Iskenderun. The | |
Director of the Museum of | |
Antiquities has sent a car for | |
you. | |
BRODY takes off his hat. | |
BRODY | |
Oh, what?... your servant, sir. | |
SALLAH | |
And I am his. | |
SINISTER MAN | |
Follow me, please. | |
The man turns and joins a SECOND MAN. BRODY and SALLAH follow them. | |
BRODY | |
My reputation precedes me. | |
SALLAH | |
There is no museum in Iskenderun. | |
The SECOND MAN overhears SALLAH. He and his companion turn quickly. | |
SECOND MAN | |
Papers please. | |
SALLAH | |
Papers? | |
(laughs) | |
Of course. | |
CONTINUED: (2) | |
SALLAH puts Brody's luggage down and glances at BRODY. | |
SALLAH | |
Run. | |
BRODY does not run. SALLAH pats his clothing, searching for his papers. | |
BRODY | |
Yes. | |
SALLAH | |
Papers, sir. Got it here. | |
SALLAH laughs and pulls out a newspaper. | |
SALLAH | |
Just finished reading it myself. | |
(laughs; then, to | |
Brody) | |
Run! | |
BRODY looks confused. SALLAH shows the newspaper to the SECOND MAN. | |
BRODY | |
Yes. | |
SALLAH | |
Egyptian Mail. Morning edition. | |
(to Brody) | |
Run! | |
BRODY | |
Did you say...? Uh, uh... | |
SALLAH puts the newspaper in front of the SECOND MAN's face, then punches | |
him through the newspaper. | |
SALLAH | |
Run! | |
The SECOND MAN falls, knocking over a vendor's stand. SALLAH and BRODY | |
begin to run. SALLAH knocks the FIRST MAN into another vendor's stand. The | |
STAND COLLAPSES on impact. | |
SALLAH grabs BRODY and pulls him through the crowded streets. | |
SALLAH | |
(to Brody; pointing) | |
Okay, okay, quick, quick, quickl | |
Hide in that doorl Hide in that | |
door! | |
SALLAH points to a DARKENED DOORWAY, hung with a curtain, at the top of a | |
ramp. BRODY runs up the ramp, throws back the curtain and disappears into | |
the darkness. | |
CONTINUED: (3) | |
Then—METAL DOORS ARE SLAMMED behind Brody and we realize that he has | |
actually run into the back of a Nazi TROOP TRUCK. | |
SALLAH runs after the Truck until he reaches a wall, then leans against the wall | |
dejectedly as the Truck drives away with BRODY inside. | |
INT. CASTLE ROOM - DAY | |
The room is dark. Ancient, floor-length drapes cover the windows. A HUGE | |
FIREPLACE that's nearly large enough for a man to stand upright in dominates | |
one wall. | |
The NAZI GUARDS have tied INDY and HENRY back-to-back in a pair of chairs. | |
ELSA and DONOVAN stand over them. VOGEL enters. | |
HENRY | |
Intolerable. | |
VOGEL | |
Doctor Schneider. Message from | |
Berlin. You must return immediately: | |
a rally at the Institute of Aryan | |
Culture. | |
ELSA | |
So? | |
VOGEL | |
Your presence on the platform is | |
requested... at the highest level. | |
ELSA | |
Thank you, Herr Oberst. | |
(to DONOVAN) | |
I will meet you at Iskenderun. | |
DONOVAN | |
Take this Diary to the Reich | |
Museum in Berlin. It will show | |
them our progress, ahead of | |
schedule. Without a map, I'm | |
afraid it's no better than a | |
souvenir. | |
He hands her the Grail Diary. | |
VOGEL | |
(to DONOVAN, meaning | |
Indy and Henry) | |
Let me kill them now. | |
CONTINUED: | |
ELSA | |
No. If we fail to recover the | |
pages from Brody, we'll need them | |
alive. | |
DONOVAN | |
(to VOGEL, with a | |
helpless shrug) | |
Always do what the doctor orders. | |
DONOVAN leads VOGEL out. The NAZI GUARDS follow. Once they are gone, | |
ELSA turns to INDY. | |
ELSA | |
Don't look at me like that—we | |
both wanted the Grail, I would | |
have done anything to get it. | |
You would have done the same. | |
INDY shakes his head "no." | |
INDY | |
I'm sorry you think so. | |
She runs her hand down the side of his face. INDY pulls away. | |
INDY and HENRY are still tied back-to-back of course. ELSA bends to speak | |
quietly into INDY's ear... which is near enough to Henry's ear. | |
ELSA | |
(whispers) | |
I can't forget... how wonderful | |
it was. | |
HENRY | |
Thank you. It was rather wonderful. | |
She smiles and kisses INDY passionately. HENRY glances back and looks rather | |
disappointed. | |
VOGEL appears to remind ELSA of her appointment. | |
VOGEL | |
Doctor Schneider! Your car is | |
waiting. | |
ELSA | |
(to INDY, after | |
finishing the kiss) | |
That's how Austrians say goodbye. | |
ELSA exits. VOGEL stays behind for another moment. | |
CONTINUED: (2) | |
VOGEL | |
And this is how we say goodbye in | |
Germany, Doctor Jones. | |
VOGEL punches INDY in the jaw. A hard and vicious jab that snaps Indy's head | |
around. | |
HENRY | |
Ohh. . . | |
VOGEL exits. INDY shakes his head clear. | |
INDY | |
(to himself) | |
Ooooh... I like the Austrian way | |
better. | |
HENRY | |
So did I. | |
INDY | |
Let's try and get these ropes | |
loose. We've got to get to Marcus | |
before the Nazis do! | |
HENRY | |
(confused) | |
You said he had two days' start. | |
That he would blend in. Disappear! | |
INDY | |
Are you kidding?—I made that | |
up! You know Marcus—he got | |
lost once in his own museum! | |
Indy and Henry are pulling at the ropes with great urgency. | |
INDY | |
Can you try and reach into my | |
left jacket pocket? | |
HENRY is able to wiggle his hand towards Indy's coat pocket. INDY squirms his | |
body around towards Henry's hand. | |
HENRY | |
What am I looking for? | |
INDY | |
My lucky charm. | |
HENRY | |
Feels like a cigarette lighter. | |
CONTINUED: (3) | |
INDY | |
Try and burn through the ropes. | |
HENRY's fingers open the lighter and ignite the flame. | |
HENRY | |
Very good. | |
HENRY yelps as the cigarette lighter burns his hand. He drops the lighter to the | |
floor. Henry kicks at the lighter, trying to reach it, but cannot. The rug starts to | |
burn. INDY doesn't know it yet. | |
HENRY | |
I ought to tell you something. | |
INDY | |
Don't get sentimental now Dad— | |
save it 'til we get out of here. | |
HENRY | |
The floor's on fire! See?! | |
INDY | |
(turns and sees) | |
What??? | |
HENRY | |
And the chair. | |
INDY | |
All right, movel Move! Rock | |
your Chair. Do what I do. | |
They begin to rock their chair legs, inching their way off the burning carpet. | |
EXT. CASTLE - DAY | |
as ELSA is driven away. VOGEL and DONOVAN remain behind, flanked by NAZI | |
SOLDIERS . | |
Another car pulls up and VOGEL holds the door open for DONOVAN who gets into | |
the rear seat. A LIEUTENANT approaches with a written message for Donovan. | |
LIEUTENANT | |
Etwas wichtig, mein Herr. | |
DONOVAN puts on his glasses to read the message. | |
DONOVAN | |
Well, we have Marcus Brody. But | |
more important, we have the map. | |
A RADIO OPERATOR steps forward with yet another written message for | |
DONOVAN. | |
CONTINUED: | |
RADIO OPERATOR | |
Aus Berlin, mein Herr. | |
DONOVAN | |
(reading) | |
"By the personal command of the | |
Fuhrer. Secrecy essential to | |
success. Eliminate the American | |
conspirators." | |
(to VOGEL) | |
Germany has declared war on the | |
Jones boys. | |
(to DRIVER) | |
Los fahren. | |
The car drives off. | |
INT. CASTLE ROOM - DAY | |
INDY and HENRY are still in their chairs, tied back-to-back. Indy tries to | |
communicate with Henry, but each time he calls him, the men turn their heads in | |
opposite directions. | |
INDY | |
Dad! | |
HENRY | |
What? | |
INDY | |
Dad! | |
HENRY | |
What? | |
INDY | |
Dad! | |
Finally they turn their heads in the same direction. | |
HENRY | |
What? | |
INDY | |
Head for the fireplace! | |
HENRY | |
Oh. | |
BANGING, ROCKING and HOPPING their chairs, they work their way INTO THE | |
FIREPLACE—the only safe place from the now ROARING FIRE. | |
CONTINUED: | |
INDY | |
I think I can get these ropes | |
off. | |
Indy struggles to free his hands. His foot kicks out and accidentally hits a metal | |
grill that operates a Secret Door. | |
INDY | |
Whoopsl | |
The fireplace floor rotates like a Lazy Susan and Indy and his father find | |
themselves in the: | |
INT. RADIO ROOM - DAY | |
where a NAZI RADIOMAN wearing headphones sits at an elaborate panel of dials, | |
switches and meters, and a WOMAN stands over a map plotting coordinates. | |
Their backs are turned to INDY and HENRY. | |
The floor begins to rotate again, and INDY and HENRY find themselves back in: | |
INT. CASTLE ROOM - DAY | |
inside the fireplace, still tied back-to-back. | |
HENRY | |
Our situation has not improved. | |
INDY glances over his shoulder at HENRY. | |
INDY | |
Listen Dad... I'm almost free. | |
INDY's foot hits the grill again... and the fireplace rotates to: | |
INT. RADIO ROOM - DAY | |
FOUR NAZI RADIOMEN and the WOMAN are still hard at work with controls and | |
coordinates. Suddenly the Woman looks up and spots HENRY and INDY. She | |
screams. | |
WOMAN | |
Alarm! | |
Now the RADIOMEN turn to see HENRY and INDY. | |
WOMAN | |
Schnel!! | |
TWO NAZIS draw their revolvers and FIRE SEVERAL SHOTS at INDY and HENRY | |
INT. CASTLE ROOM - DAWN | |
INDY and HENRY rotate into the room which is now an INFERNO. The carpet, | |
drapes and furniture are all ablaze. | |
HENRY | |
This is intolerable! | |
INDY | |
I'm out, Dad! | |
INDY finally breaks free. And he immediately begins to untie his father. | |
HENRY | |
Well done, boy! | |
INT. RADIO ROOM - DAY | |
All FOUR RADIOMEN now have their guns drawn. They activate the lever and | |
begin to rotate through the Secret Door. | |
INT. CASTLE ROOM - DAY | |
The RADIOMEN appear in the fireplace on the other side—but there is NO SIGN | |
OF INDY AND HENRY. | |
The RADIOMEN move cautiously toward the flame, shielding their faces with one | |
hand, holding their guns with the other. Is it possible that INDY and HENRY | |
escaped through these flames? | |
Not a chance. | |
They've hidden themselves UP THE CHIMNEY. And now they DROP DOWN, | |
BEHIND the RADIOMEN. | |
One of the RADIOMEN grabs INDY by the neck. As they struggle they fall against | |
the rotating wall and disappear into the next room, leaving a frightened HENRY | |
behind. | |
HENRY presses against the wall, which rotates again. As he disappears into the | |
next room, a DEAD NAZI RADIOMAN swivels into the room. The other NAZIS | |
rush forward to him. | |
INT. RADIO ROOM - DAY | |
INDY picks up a BUST OF HITLER and uses it to jam the rotating wall in place, | |
sealing the NAZIS inside the burning room. | |
INT. CASTLE HALLWAY- DAY | |
Vogel strides purposefully down the hallway. He BARKS an order, and TWO | |
MORE NAZIS fall into step with him. | |
INT. RADIO ROOM - DAY | |
INDY grabs his whip, his leather sack and Henry's case from a table. He hands | |
the case to HENRY and they begin to run. | |
INDY | |
Come on Dad. | |
INT. SECRET ROOM - DAY | |
INDY and HENRY step into an empty room. | |
INDY | |
Dead end. | |
HENRY looks horrified by what he's been forced to do as INDY searches | |
frantically for an exit. | |
INDY | |
There's got to be a... a secret | |
door around. A passageway or | |
something. | |
INDY begins to run his hands over the walls—frantic. | |
HENRY | |
I find that if I just sit down | |
and think... | |
HENRY sits on a chair which tips back, hitting the wall behind it. The floor at | |
INDY's feet suddenly begins DROPPING AWAYI | |
INDY grabs a railing to keep from falling, but loses his grip and plunges through | |
the opening which has formed a SPIRAL STAIRCASE. He rolls down the stairs. | |
INDY | |
Dad! | |
HENRY | |
... the solution presents itself. | |
HENRY follows INDY down the staircase. | |
INT. CAVERN/UNDERGROUND HARBOR - DAY | |
The stairway deposits Indy and Henry into an enormous WATERY CAVERN | |
beneath the mountain on which the castle was built. | |
A full-scale Nazi BOAT DOCK has been built inside the cavern. We see | |
MOTORBOATS, GUNBOATS, SUPPLY BOATS, etc. | |
INDY | |
Great. More boats. | |
CONTINUED: | |
INDY boards one of the motorboats and STARTS THE MOTOR. | |
HENRY | |
Would you say this has been just | |
another typical day for you? Huh? | |
HENRY tosses his case at INDY who catches it and angrily throws it back to his | |
father. | |
INDY | |
(ironically) | |
Ooofl No! It's been better than | |
most. | |
INDY moves back to the dock and pushes the boat away. HENRY looks confused. | |
INDY | |
Come on, Dad. Come onl | |
HENRY | |
What about the boat? We're not | |
going on the boat? | |
INT. SECRET ROOM - DAY | |
VOGEL and the NAZI SOLDIERS enter the room and spot the spiral staircase | |
leading below. They quickly descend the stairs. | |
INT. CAVERN/UNDERGROUND HARBOR - DAY | |
as VOGEL and the NAZI SOLDIERS rush to the dock. Vogel sees that a motorboat | |
is missing. He orders the Nazi Soldiers into a boat. | |
VOGEL | |
Sie alle ins Boat. Schnell! | |
CAMERA PULLS BACK TO REVEAL a large box which suddenly BREAKS APART | |
as INDY, now on a motorbike with HENRY in the sidecar, ROARS PAST THE | |
DOCK, hitting TWO NAZI SOLDIERS who scream as they fall into the river. | |
VOGEL screams after INDY and HENRY as they drive off. | |
STRAIGHT CUT TO: | |
EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - DAY | |
INDY looks pleased as he drives the motorbike along the road, but HENRY | |
appears worried. | |
INDY | |
Ha! | |
FOUR NAZI SOLDIERS ON MOTORCYCLES | |
They chase down the road after INDY and HENRY. | |
INDY turns the motorbike down a smaller, dusty tree-lined road. HENRY gasps | |
as he is jostled about in the sidecar. One of the NAZI SOLDIERS gives chase along | |
a higher road running in the same direction. | |
EXT. ROAD BARRICADE - DAY | |
INDY approaches the barricade from one direction as one of the NAZI SOLDIERS | |
approaches from a higher road. | |
A GUARD steps from the road station and calls to the vehicles as INDY and | |
HENRY SMASH THROUGH THE BARRICADE. | |
GUARD | |
Halt! Halt! | |
THE NAZI SOLDIER rides his motorcycle through the other side of the barrier-- | |
IT SHATTERS. | |
INDY AND HENRY | |
INDY grabs at a FLAGPOLE as they roar past—it snaps off in his hand. | |
The NAZI SOLDIER drives his motorcycle toward INDY and HENRY. He | |
unshoulders his machine gun. | |
INDY uses the broken flagpole as a lance and knocks the NAZI SOLDIER from his | |
motorcycle. | |
THE RIDERLESS MOTORCYCLE | |
drives on toward the other NAZI SOLDIERS now approaching the guardhouse, | |
COLLIDING WITH TWO OF THEM. | |
The remaining NAZI SOLDIER maneuvers his motorcycle around his fallen | |
comrades and continues the chase. | |
INDY AND HENRY | |
As the remaining NAZI SOLDIER rides alongside their motorbike he cocks his gun, | |
preparing to fire. | |
INDY quickly jams the remaining portion of the flagpole through the spokes of the | |
Nazi's front wheel. | |
The NAZI SOLDIER'S MOTORCYCLE FLIPS THREE TIMES, throwing him high into | |
the air. | |
CONTINUED: | |
INDY glances back and smiles, but the smile fades as he looks forward again to | |
see a sign at a CROSSROAD. Arrows pointing in opposite directions indicate the | |
way to BERLIN or VENEDIG. | |
Indy starts down the road marked VENEDIG. | |
HENRY | |
Stop! | |
INDY | |
What? | |
HENRY | |
Stop! Stop! | |
The motorbike skids to a stop. | |
HENRY | |
You're going the wrong Way! We | |
have to get to Berlin! | |
INDY | |
(pointing towards | |
Venedig) | |
Brody's this way. | |
HENRY | |
My Diary's in Berlin. | |
INDY | |
You don't need the Diary, Dad. | |
Marcus has the map. | |
HENRY | |
There is more in the Diary than | |
just the map. | |
INDY | |
All right Dad—tell me. | |
HENRY | |
Well, he who finds the Grail must | |
face the final challenge. | |
INDY | |
What final challenge? | |
HENRY | |
Three devices of such lethal | |
cunning. | |
INDY | |
Booby traps? | |
CONTINUED: (2) | |
HENRY | |
Oh, yes. But I found the clues | |
that will safely take us through, | |
in the Chronicles of St. Anselm. | |
INDY | |
But what are they? Can't you | |
remember? | |
HENRY | |
I wrote them down in my Diary so | |
that I wouldn't have to remember | |
INDY | |
Half the German Army's on our | |
tail and you want me to go to | |
Berlin? Into the lion's den? | |
HENRY | |
Yes! The only thing that matters | |
is the Grail. | |
INDY | |
What about Marcus? | |
HENRY | |
Marcus would agree with me. | |
INDY | |
Two selfless martyrs. Jesus | |
Christl | |
HENRY slaps him across the face. INDY is rocked to his foundations, not by any | |
means entirely by the blow itself. | |
HENRY | |
That's for blasphemy. The quest | |
for the Grail is not archaeology. | |
It's a race against evil. | |
If it is captured by the Nazis, | |
the armies of darkness will march | |
all over the face of the earth. | |
Do you understand me? | |
INDY | |
This is an obsession Dad. I never | |
understood it. Never. Neither | |
did Mom. | |
HENRY | |
Oh yes, she did. Only too well. | |
Unfortunately she kept her illness | |
from me until all I could do was | |
mourn her. | |
EXT. CROSSROADS - DAY | |
Arrows point in opposite directions to VENICE and BERLIN. The CAMERA MOVES | |
IN on the portion of the sign reading BERLIN. | |
EXT. CITY SQUARE - BERLIN - NIGHT | |
A Nazi Rally—a book-burning is in process. | |
The mound of burning books is ten feet tall and growing by the minute as College | |
Students and Nazi Brownshirts continually toss more books onto the fire. | |
Flags, banners and standards displaying the swastika are waved rhythmically | |
from side to side in a motion that echoes the mounting frenzy of the enormous | |
crowd. | |
INDY and HENRY walk toward the Square. Indy wears the uniform of a Nazi | |
Soldier. He is now buttoning up the tunic—which happens to be several sizes | |
too big. | |
HENRY | |
My boy, we are Pilgrims in an | |
unholy land. | |
Then... Indy sees something that makes him stop in his tracks. WE PAN ALONG | |
HIS LINE OF SIGHT to: | |
THE PODIUM | |
where high-ranking Officers of the Third Reich stand flanking ADOLF HITLER as | |
they oversee the rally. | |
ANOTHER ANGLE | |
ELSA is walking away in an open area, background of torches, vehicles, Nazi | |
Officers... one of whom is now none other than INDY, coming up to her before she | |
knows he is there. His voice is quiet and tough, his eyes hard. | |
INDY | |
Fraulein Doctor. Where is it? | |
Still startled, her reaction makes it clear that Indy is even now a lover in her | |
thoughts. | |
ELSA | |
How did you get here? | |
INDY | |
Where is it? I want it. | |
INDY pushes ELSA against a column and begins to search her clothing for the | |
Diary. He pulls the book from Elsa's pocket. | |
CONTINUED: | |
ELSA | |
You came back for the book? | |
Whv? | |
INDY | |
My father didn't want it | |
incinerated. | |
She understands him. It's as though he slapped her. | |
ELSA | |
Is that what you think of me? | |
I believe in the Grail, not the | |
Swastika. | |
INDY | |
(vicious) | |
Yet you stood up to be counted | |
with the enemy of everything the | |
Grail stands for—who gives a | |
damn what you think? | |
ELSA | |
(hard and fast) | |
You do. | |
Now it's as though she'd slapped him back. His hands fly to her neck. | |
INDY | |
All I have to do is squeeze. | |
ELSA | |
All I have to do is scream. | |
It's a standoff emotionally. He knows he'd never do it. she knows it too. And | |
the same goes for screaming. | |
INDY releases her and backs away. she looks at him with a lover's pain. He | |
moves over to HENRY. | |
INDY | |
I've got it. Let's get the hell | |
out of here. | |
They move off and almost run headlong into HITLER and his entire entourage | |
coming down from the Podium. 50 kids push their autograph books for Hitler's | |
signature. | |
HITLER pauses to sign them. Hitler looks Indy's way. They make eye contact. It | |
only lasts a moment but the moment is electric. | |
HITLER breaks the spell by taking the Grail Diary from him, opens it to the first | |
page and signs his autograph. He hands it back and moves on. | |
EXT. AIRFIELD - BERLIN, GERMANY- DAY | |
Indy's motorcycle pulls up to the main terminal. | |
INT. TERMINAL BUILDING - DAY | |
A Plainclothes Agent distributes leaflets bearing HENRY'S PICTURE to Nazi | |
Soldiers inside the terminal. | |
HENRY leans in a doorway reading a newspaper as INDY enters down the stairs | |
and taps Henry's shoulder. | |
They begin to walk toward the boarding gates. | |
HENRY | |
What did you get? | |
INDY | |
I don't know. The first available | |
flight out of Germany. | |
HENRY | |
Good. | |
INDY and HENRY show their papers to the Boarding Guards, then join the line of | |
passengers, which has already begun to move toward a: | |
MOORED ZEPPELIN | |
Ten stories tall and longer than two football fields: Flying in the grand tradition! | |
INT. THE ZEPPELIN - PASSENGER COMPARTMENT - DAY | |
The Zeppelin is about to take off. INDY and HENRY make themselves comfortable | |
in one of the compartments. | |
INDY | |
Well, we made it. | |
HENRY looks over his newspaper at INDY. | |
HENRY | |
When we're airborne, with Germany | |
behind us, then I'll share that | |
sentiment. | |
INDY | |
Relax. | |
But INDY looks out the window and is suddenly concerned when he sees: | |
VOGEL AND A GESTAPO AGENT | |
rushing across the tarmac toward the Zeppelin. | |
VOGEL | |
Nicht zumachen! Wir steigen ein! | |
INDY | |
sits back in his chair, looks to HENRY, now reading his newspaper. | |
A STEWARD enters and sets a bowl of nuts on the table in front of INDY and | |
HENRY, then continues down the aisle of passengers. Indy follows after the | |
Steward. He puts his arm around the Steward's shoulder and together they walk | |
up a flight of stairs. | |
VOGEL | |
now walks up the aisle. He approaches a MALE PASSENGER hidden behind a | |
newspaper. VOGEL uses his walking stick to lower the newspaper and show the | |
Passenger the leaflet with Henry's photograph. | |
VOGEL | |
Haben sie disen Mann gesehen? | |
The Passengers at the table shake their heads in the negative. VOGEL shows the | |
picture to other Passengers. | |
FEMALE PASSENGER | |
Nein. | |
INDY (O.S.) | |
Fahrscheine, bitte. | |
MALE PASSENGER | |
Nein. | |
VOGEL turns to see: | |
INDY | |
WEARING THE HAT AND JACKET OF THE CHIEF STEWARD. | |
MALE PASSENGER (O.S.) | |
Ich habe ihn night gesehen. | |
INDY | |
Tickets please. | |
The Passengers do not react to the request, made in English. | |
INDY | |
Fahrscheine meine Dame. Bitte. | |
VOGEL | |
approaches HENRY, still hidden behind his newspaper. Again, VOGEL uses his | |
walking stick to lower the paper, revealing Henry's face. | |
VOGEL | |
Guten Tag, Herr Jones. | |
Now INDY, still playing the role of Steward, asks VOGEL for his ticket. | |
INDY | |
Fahrscheine meine Herr. | |
VOGEL | |
Weg. | |
INDY | |
Tickets please. | |
HENRY looks confused. | |
VOGEL | |
(in German) | |
Was? | |
VOGEL glances up and recognizes INDY—who quickly punches Vogel in the face, | |
knocking him toward the window. In another quick move, Indy TOSSES HIM OUT | |
THE WINDOW onto the tarmac below. | |
Shocked Passengers blink in bewilderment. | |
INDY | |
(in German; with a | |
shrug) | |
No ticket. | |
Everyone else with a ticket quickly produces it and waves it in Indy's face. | |
EXT. AIRFIELD TARMAC - DAY | |
VOGEL gets to his knees as the huge Zeppelin rises into the sky above him, | |
revealing an airplane attached to the belly of the airship. Vogel shakes his fist at | |
the rising Zeppelin. | |
VOGEL | |
Du wirst nochmal boren von mir! | |
INT. ZEPPELIN - DAY | |
INDY and HENRY together again in their compartment. | |
HENRY | |
You know, sharing your adventures | |
is an interesting experience. | |
CONTINUED: | |
INDY | |
(meaning ELSA) | |
That's not all we shared. It's | |
disgraceful. You're old enough to | |
be her fa---er, her grandfather! | |
HENRY | |
Well, I'm as human as the next | |
man. | |
INDY | |
I was the next man. | |
HENRY | |
(laughs) | |
Ships that pass in the night... | |
HENRY opens his Diary and begins to thumb through it. | |
INDY | |
Do you remember the last time we | |
had a quiet drink? I had a milk | |
shake. | |
HENRY | |
Hmmm... What did we talk about? | |
INDY | |
We didn't talk. We never talked. | |
HENRY | |
And do I detect a rebuke? | |
INDY | |
A regret. It was just the two of | |
us, Dad. It was a lonely way to | |
grow up. For you, too. If you | |
had been an ordinary, average | |
father like the other guys' dads, | |
you'd have understood that. | |
HENRY | |
Actually, I was a wonderful father. | |
INDY | |
When? | |
HENRY looks up from his Diary. | |
HENRY | |
Did I ever tell you to eat up? | |
Go to bed? Wash your ears? Do | |
your homework? No. I respected | |
your privacy and I taught you self- | |
reliance. | |
CONTINUED: (2) | |
INDY | |
What you taught me was that I was | |
less important to you than people | |
who had been dead for five hundred | |
years in another country. And I | |
learned it so well that we've | |
hardly spoken for twenty years. | |
HENRY | |
You left just when you were | |
becoming interesting. | |
INDY | |
Dad, how can you --? | |
HENRY | |
(interrupting) | |
Very well. I'm here now. | |
He closes the Diary and leans back in his seat. | |
HENRY | |
What do you want to talk about? | |
Hmmm? | |
INDY stutters uncomfortably as HENRY stares at him, waiting for a response. | |
INDY | |
(laughs) | |
Well... I can't think of anything. | |
HENRY | |
Then what are you complaining | |
about? | |
(laughs) | |
Look, we have work to do. When | |
we get to Alexandretta we will | |
face three challenges. | |
(he reads from the | |
Diary) | |
"First, the breath of God. Only | |
the penitent man will pass. | |
Second, the Word of God, only in | |
the footsteps of God will he | |
proceed. Third, the Path of God, | |
only in the leap from the lion's | |
head will he prove his worth. " | |
INDY | |
What does that mean? | |
HENRY | |
(laughs) | |
I don't know. We'll find out. | |
CONTINUED: (3) | |
Sunlight falls across the table from the window. INDY reaches for the drink. The | |
bar of sunlight turns like the hand of a clock over the tabletop across the drinks. | |
We see INDY puzzled. Only for a moment. | |
INDY | |
They're turning around. They're | |
taking us back to Germany. | |
INT. FRAMEWORK OF ZEPPELIN - DAY | |
INDY and his father emerge from the hatchway into the belly of the Zeppelin. | |
The Zeppelin's elaborate metal framework is exposed. | |
INDY and HENRY hurry down the catwalk until arriving at a PAIR OF | |
DOORWAYS framed into the Zeppelin's outer skin. | |
INDY | |
Well, I thought it would take | |
them a lot longer to figure out | |
the radio was dead. Come on, | |
Dad. Move! | |
Then INDY opens the doors. We see plenty of blue sky and white clouds. We also | |
see a small BIPLANE that is suspended from the Zeppelin by a HOOK & CRANE | |
DEVICE. | |
INDY | |
Come on, Dad. Come on! | |
EXT. AIRPLANE - DAY | |
INDY climbs into the cockpit of the Biplane as HENRY takes the tail gunner's | |
seat. | |
HENRY | |
(with delight) | |
I didn't know you could fly a | |
plane. | |
INDY | |
Fly--yes. Land--no. | |
INT. THE BIPLANE - DAY | |
INDY turns in his seat to give HENRY the "thumbs up." Henry smiles valiantly | |
and points down to the ground. | |
Then they both become aware of a STRANGE SOUND in the skies behind them. | |
Something between a ROAR and a WAIL. | |
TWO MESSERSCHMIDT FIGHTER BOMBERS | |
streak out of the clouds and race across the sky. | |
INDY AND HENRY | |
shrink in their seats as the MESSERSCHMIDTS (going three times as fast as they | |
are) SCREAM past on either side. | |
INDY | |
Dad, you're gonna have to use the | |
machine gun. Get it ready. | |
HENRY turns and grips the MOUNTED MACHINE GUN with a perplexed | |
expression. | |
INDY | |
(turning; pointing) | |
Eleven o'clock! | |
HENRY pulls out his watch. | |
INDY | |
Dad—eleven o'clock!! | |
HENRY | |
What happens at eleven o'clock? | |
INDY uses his arm to demonstrate that he's referring to a direction and not a | |
time. | |
INDY | |
(frustrated) | |
Twelve—eleven—ten. Eleven | |
o'clock. Fire! | |
HENRY does—and the EXPLODING GUN nearly shakes him out of his seat. | |
Indy's slow speed and small size works to his advantage. The speeding | |
Messerschmidts continually overshoot him, WHIZZING past in a blur—making | |
wide turns miles away in the sky. | |
HENRY has one of the Messerschmidts in his sight. He pulls back on the trigger | |
--RATTA-A-TAT-TAT! RATTA-A-TAT-TAT! | |
The Messerschmidt banks to the left, but HENRY keeps it in his gun sight. Henry | |
swings the gun around, inadvertently CUTTING HIS OWN REAR STABILIZER IN | |
HALF. | |
INDY | |
Dad, are we hit?! | |
HENRY | |
More or less. | |
CONTINUED: | |
HENRY | |
Son, I'm sorry. They got us. | |
INDY looks back at the missing tail section, then at his father. | |
The plane begins to go down. INDY struggles to control its descent. | |
INDY | |
Hang on, Dads We're going in! | |
HENRY slumps down fearfully in his seat. | |
EXT. A FIELD - DAY | |
The wheels of the plane touch down. OUT OF CONTROL, the PLANE SKIDS and | |
CRASHES first into a corral of goats and then into the farmhouse beyond sending | |
a cloud of dust into the air. | |
As INDY pulls himself from the cockpit: | |
HENRY | |
(sarcastic) | |
Nice landing. | |
INDY | |
Thanks. | |
Suddenly, INDY's attention is directed to: | |
TWO SCREAMING MESSERSCHMIDTS | |
coming in low. Guns BLAZING. | |
As BULLETS EXPLODE around them, INDY and HENRY jump over a stone | |
barricade. Henry, frightened, grabs at Indy. | |
HENRY | |
Those people are trying to kill | |
us! | |
INDY | |
I know, Dadl | |
HENRY | |
It's a new experience for me. | |
INDY | |
It happens to me all the time. | |
EXT. ROAD - DAY | |
An OLD MAN kneels at his car repairing a rear tire. | |
THE MAN | |
turns to the wheel, the hubcap in his hands. Suddenly the wheel moves forward, | |
startling the Old Man. | |
INT. THE CAR - TRAVELING - DAY | |
INDY has the throttle down, both hands tightly gripping the steering wheel. | |
HENRY is a very nervous passenger. | |
INDY sees a LOW-FLYING MESSERSCHMIDT coming up behind him in the SIDE | |
MIRROR. | |
As the Messerschmidt ROARS by overhead, BULLETS EXPLODE around them, | |
narrowly missing the car. | |
HENRY | |
This is intolerable! | |
INDY | |
This could be close. | |
EXT. THE ROAD - LONG SHOT - DAY | |
The car races toward a TUNNEL that cuts through a steep MOUNTAINSIDE. | |
The Messerschmidt bears down on Indy's car, machine guns CHATTERING. | |
The car ENTERS the tunnel. The Messerschmidt cannot pull up in time. It | |
SLAMS into the MOUTH OF THE TUNNEL, SHEARING OFF its WINGS. | |
INT. THE TUNNEL - DAY | |
The FLAMING FUSELAGE continues to ROCKET through the tunnel like a bullet | |
down the muzzle of a gun. SPARKS fly as its belly SCRAPES against the | |
pavement and the sides of the tunnel. | |
INT. THE CAR - DAY | |
Indy and Henry look over their shoulders to see this wingless BALL OF FIRE | |
gaining on them; about to overtake them. | |
HENRY | |
Faster, boy --faster! | |
EXT. THE ROAD - OTHER SIDE OF THE MOUNTAIN - DAY | |
The car exits the tunnel at top speed and veers off the | |
road. The flaming Messerschmidt fuselage shoots past and | |
EXPLODES in the middle of the road. | |
INT. THE CAR - DAY | |
As the car emerges safely from the flames, Henry wipes the sweat from his brow. | |
HENRY | |
Well, they don't come any closer | |
than that! | |
HENRY looks out the windshield and sees the second Messerschmidt SCREAMING | |
out of the sky toward them. | |
EXT. THE ROAD - LONG SHOT - DAY | |
The MESSERSCHMIDT drops its single UNDER-FUSELAGE BOMB. It EXPLODES in | |
the road directly ahead of the car, missing it by only several feet. | |
THE CAR | |
FALLS INTO THE HOLE made by the bomb. | |
DISSOLVE TO: | |
EXT. ROAD - DAY | |
INDY climbs out of the car, still in the bomb crater. He turns back to HENRY. | |
INDY | |
Dad, he's coming back. | |
INDY and HENRY run down the mountainside to: | |
A DESERTED MEDITERRANEAN BEACH - DAY | |
INDY and HENRY run to the shoreline. Indy reaches for his gun, tucked in his | |
pants. He opens the chamber—the GUN HAS NO BULLETS. | |
THE MESSERSCHMIDT | |
swings around and is coming in for another pass. | |
INDY AND HENRY | |
exchange a wordless glance. They don't even think about running: there is no | |
place to run to. HENRY hands his case to INDY. | |
Holding his umbrella, HENRY suddenly spins around and runs screaming and | |
shouting into A FLOCK OF SEA GULLS... | |
THE SEA GULLS take to the wing in flight. Thousands of them. | |
INDY | |
Bullets kick up sand leading up to him... then— | |
THE MESSERSCHMIDT AND THE SEA GULLS meet in midair. MASSACRE! Sea | |
gulls are shredded by the Messerschmidt's whirling propeller blades into a | |
FEATHERY WHITE PUREE that SPLATTERS against the cockpit and CLOGS THE | |
ENGINE. | |
ENGINE SPUTTERS... STALLS... Silence. The Messerschmidt falls from the skies | |
and EXPLODES in an OFF CAMERA SOUND EFFECT. | |
INDY stands as before—stunned—a statue. | |
HENRY walks back to INDY. | |
HENRY | |
I suddenly remembered Charlemagne. | |
"Let my armies be the rocks and the | |
trees and the birds in the sky." | |
(he chuckles) | |
INDY wears a proud expression as he watches HENRY walk down the beach. | |
EXT. MOSQUE - DAY | |
FADE IN TITLE: "REPUBLIC OF HATAY" | |
FADE OUT TITLE. | |
EXT. COURTYARD OF SULTAN'S PALACE - ISKENDERUN - DAY | |
The SULTAN is seated in his royal chair, flanked by WALTER DONOVAN and | |
VOGEL and surrounded by his minions. | |
DONOVAN holds the missing Grail Diary pages. | |
DONOVAN | |
These pages are taken from Professor | |
Jones' diary, Your Highness. And | |
they include a map that pinpoints | |
the exact location of the Grail. | |
DONOVAN and the SULTAN walk together through an archway. | |
DONOVAN | |
As you can see, the Grail is all | |
but in our hands. | |
(beat) | |
However, Your Highness, we | |
would not think of crossing your | |
soil without your permission, | |
nor of removing the Grail from | |
your borders without suitable | |
compensation. | |
CONTINUED: | |
SULTAN | |
What have you brought? | |
VOGEL | |
Bring den Schatzl | |
TWO NAZI SOLDIERS bring forward a HUGE STEAMER TRUNK. They open the lid | |
and begin to empty it of its contents: | |
Gold and silver objects of every description. | |
DONOVAN | |
Precious valuables, Your Highness, | |
"donated" by some of the finest | |
families in all of Germany. | |
The SULTAN gets up from his chair and walks toward the trunk. He goes right | |
past it and begins to inspect the Nazi staff car parked nearby. | |
SULTAN | |
Rolls-Royce Phantom Two. 4.3 | |
litre, 30 horsepower, six cylinder | |
engine, with Stromberg Downdraft | |
carburetor. | |
The SULTAN points to the engine under the hood. | |
SULTAN | |
Can go from zero to 100 kilometres | |
an hour in 12.5 seconds. And I | |
even like the color. | |
DONOVAN | |
(after a beat) | |
The keys are in the ignition, | |
Your Highness. | |
SULTAN | |
You shall have camels, horses, an | |
armed escort, provisions, desert | |
vehicles—and tanksl | |
DONOVAN | |
You're welcome. | |
Somebody else is also taking note...and we see that it is KAZIM, the spy at the | |
court. | |
ELSA is revealed coming down the stairs toward DONOVAN and VOGEL. | |
ELSA | |
We have no time to lose. Indiana | |
Jones and his father have escaped. | |
EXT. ISKENDERUN STREET - DAY | |
SALLAH drives his car through the crowded streets, INDY beside him and HENRY | |
in the back seat. | |
SALLAH | |
We go this way. | |
SALLAH waves his arms and shouts to a CAMEL HERDER. | |
SALLAH | |
Get that camel out of the way! | |
INDY | |
What happened to Marcus, Sallah? | |
SALLAH | |
(overlapping) | |
Ah, they set out across the desert | |
this afternoon. I believe they | |
took Mister Brody with them. | |
HENRY removes his hat and hits INDY with it. | |
HENRY | |
Now they have the map! And in | |
this sort of race, there's no | |
silver medal for finishing second. | |
EXT. DESERT VALLEY - DAY | |
Elsa and Donovan's party—consisting of a SUPPLY TRUCK, OPEN CAR, TUhKISH | |
SOLDIERS RIDING CAMELS, SPARE HORSES AND A TANK AND VARIOUS OTHER | |
VEHICLES—all moving along through the ramble of this box canyon. | |
ELSA, DONOVAN and VOGEL travel in the open car. The TANK is a vintage World | |
War I model with enormous treads. The Turkish soldiers wear native dress and | |
carry both carbines and sabers. | |
BRODY sits alongside ELSA in the rear of the car carrying DONOVAN. Donovan | |
hands a canteen back to him. | |
DONOVAN | |
Care to wet your whistle, Marcus? | |
BRODY | |
I'd rather spit in your face. | |
But as I haven't got any spit... | |
VOGEL snatches the canteen away from BRODY before he can drink. | |
VOGEL | |
We must be within three or four | |
miles. Otherwise we are off the | |
map. | |
CONTINUED: | |
He hands the map to ELSA, drinks from the canteen, and hands that back to | |
DONOVAN. | |
DONOVAN | |
Well, Marcus, we are on the brink | |
of the recovery of the greatest | |
artifact in the history of mankind. | |
BRODY | |
You're meddling with powers you | |
cannot possibly comprehend. | |
HENRY and SALLAH are at INDY's side as he views Donovan's party in the | |
distance. Parked nearby is a CAR containing all of their supplies. | |
INDY | |
Ah, I see Brody. He seems okay. | |
They've got a tank. Six-pound | |
gun. | |
Then Donovan notices a reflection from the hills. | |
What he sees is: | |
THE SUN REFLECTING OFF THE LENSES OF INDY'S BINOCULARS | |
HENRY | |
What do you think you're doing?! | |
Get down! | |
INDY | |
Dad, we're well out of range. | |
At that moment the tank FIRES A SHELL in their direction. | |
It WHISTLES overhead and BLOWS UP THE PARKED CAR. INDY, HENRY and | |
SALLAH cover their heads as automobile fragments rain down upon them. | |
SALLAH | |
That car belonged to my brother- | |
in-law. | |
INDY | |
(gesturing to the | |
others) | |
Come on--come on! | |
EXT. DESERT VALLEY - DAY | |
VOGEL | |
I can't see anyone up there. | |
CONTINUED: | |
DONOVAN | |
Maybe it wasn't even Jones. | |
ELSA | |
No. It's him all right. He's | |
here somewhere. | |
DONOVAN | |
(to VOGEL) | |
Put Brody in the tank. | |
KAZIM peers over a rock, pointing his rifle at the group below. | |
DONOVAN | |
(to ELSA) | |
Well, in this sun, without | |
transportation, they're as good | |
as dead. | |
BULLETS EXPLODE off the vehicles and cliff. DONOVAN and ELSA duck. | |
A NAZI SOLDIER falls from the tank as BULLETS EXPLODE around him. | |
KAZIM'S MEN, BRETHREN OF THE CRUCIFORM SWORD, continue to FIRE. ELSA | |
and DONOVAN take cover beside the parked car. | |
DONOVAN | |
It's Jones, all right. | |
ANGLE ON INDY'S GROUP | |
INDY and HENRY, followed by SALLAH, take cover behind a rock to watch | |
Kazim's Men and the Nazi Troops exchanging fire below them. | |
HENRY | |
Now, who are all these people? | |
INDY | |
Who cares? As long as they're | |
keeping Donovan busy. Dad, you | |
stay here while Sallah and I | |
organize some transportation. | |
CUT BACK to the action. The BRETHREN are firing at the | |
DONOVAN party and are being fired on by the Donovan party. | |
TWO NAZI SOLDIERS throw HAND GRENADES into the cliffs. They EXPLODE, | |
killing one of Kazim's Brethren. | |
The battle continues—a fierce exchange of GUNSHOTS, GRENADES and | |
MACHINE GUN FIRE with losses on both sides. | |
INDY AND SALLAH | |
crouch behind a rock watching as men on both sides of the battle run amongst | |
camels and horses. | |
INDY | |
I'm going after those horses. | |
SALLAH | |
I'll take the camels. | |
INDY | |
I don't need camels. | |
SALLAH | |
But, Indy— | |
INDY | |
No camels! | |
DONOVAN AND ELSA | |
They look down at KAZIM who lies mortally wounded on the ground at their feet. | |
ELSA looks saddened. | |
DONOVAN | |
(re KAZIM) | |
Who is he? | |
KAZIM | |
A messenger from God. For the | |
unrighteous, the Cup of Life | |
holds everlasting damnation. | |
KAZIM dies. | |
INDY | |
leaps atop a TURKISH SOLDIER on horseback, pulling the man and the horse to | |
the ground. A SECOND TURK comes to assist his comrade; INDY mounts the | |
horse, knocking both Turks to the ground. | |
INT. THE TANK - DAY | |
BRODY has been left alone in the tank. HENRY climbs down into the tank and | |
taps Brody on the shoulder, startling him. | |
HENRY | |
Marcus! | |
BRODY | |
Arghhh! Oh! | |
CONTINUED: | |
They exchange an old University Club toast, swinging their arms at one another | |
and missing. Then HENRY flaps his arms and tugs his ears. | |
HENRY | |
"Genius of the Restoration—" | |
Now BRODY tugs his ears, flaps his arms and touches his head. | |
BRODY | |
"—aid our own resuscitation!" | |
They exchange a handshake. | |
BRODY | |
Henryl What are you doing here?! | |
HENRY | |
It's a rescue, old boys Come on. | |
As HENRY starts to climb out of the tank, TWO NAZI SOLDIERS DROP DOWN from | |
above, their Lugers drawn. They are followed by VOGEL. | |
VOGEL | |
(re HENRY) | |
Search him. | |
The NAZI SOLDIERS point their guns at HENRY and BRODY. | |
VOGEL | |
(to HENRY) | |
What is in this book? That | |
miserable little Diary of yours! | |
VOGEL removes a glove and slaps HENRY with it. | |
VOGEL | |
Here's the map. The book is | |
useless, and yet you come all the | |
way back to Berlin to get it. | |
Why? | |
He slaps HENRY again. | |
VOGEL | |
What are you hiding? | |
Another slap. | |
VOGEL | |
What does the Diary tell you that | |
it doesn't tell us?! | |
VOGEL reaches out to slap HENRY yet again, but Henry grabs his arm, stopping | |
him. | |
CONTINUED: (2) | |
HENRY | |
It tells me that goose-stepping | |
morons like yourself should try | |
reading books instead of burning | |
them. | |
DONOVAN appears at the turret cover. | |
DONOVAN | |
Colonel? Jones is getting away. | |
VOGEL | |
(indicating HENRY) | |
I think not, Herr Donovan. | |
EXT. TANK - DAY | |
DONOVAN | |
Not that Jones—the other Jones! | |
NAZI SOLDIER | |
Herr Colonel! | |
EXT. DESERT VALLEY - DAY | |
INDY rides away on one horse, leading three others as he goes. | |
SALLAH approaches on horseback leading five camels. | |
INDY | |
Sallah, I said no camels! That's | |
five camels. Can't you Count? | |
SALLAH | |
Compensation for my brother-in- | |
law's car. Indy, your father and | |
Brody— | |
INDY | |
Where's my father? | |
SALLAH | |
They have them. In the belly of | |
that steel beast. | |
INDY and SALLAH charge forward leading their horses and camels. | |
Then VOGEL commands the Tank Driver to give chase. | |
INT. TANK - DAY | |
VOGEL shouts to the Tank Driver. | |
VOGEL | |
Fire! | |
EXT. DESERT VALLEY - DAY | |
The tank starts firing at INDY on horseback. Indy zigs and zags as the tank fires | |
two rounds at Indy, barely missing him. Each time Indy emerges from the plume | |
of desert dust, hanging like a toadstool in the air. | |
INT. TANK- DAY | |
HENRY and BRODY hold their hands over their ears. | |
EXT. DESERT VALLEY - DAY | |
DONOVAN shouts orders to the Troops. INDY is followed by various vehicles in | |
the caravan. | |
INDY notices that the side gun that is now firing at him can only pivot so far. | |
Indy makes a mental note of this and while riding right in front of the tank, | |
turns his horse completely around, 180 degrees. The tank starts to follow. | |
POV THROUGH THE VIEWING PORT | |
VOGEL watches the ground turning 180 degrees as he tries to catch up with | |
INDY. | |
Cleverly, INDY has turned the tank directly into a head-on | |
collision course with some of the pursuit vehicles and a Kubelwagon. | |
The tank and the Kubelwagon smash into each other, the German military sedan | |
becoming lodged between the treads while blocking the front view and any use of | |
the six-pound cannon on the turret. | |
INDY, meanwhile, leans down on his horse, scooping up a stone from the wall of | |
a culvert. He reigns his horse, paralleling the tank, as everyone scurries about | |
inside, looking through viewing ports, trying to figure out exactly where Indy is. | |
INT. TANK- DAY | |
VOGEL shouts to the Gunner. | |
VOGEL | |
Der Kubelwagon sprengen! | |
The Gunner puts a shell into the large gun. He FIRES, CATAPULTING THE | |
KUBELWAGON into the air, where it EXPLODES. The tank drives through the | |
resulting smoke an dust, then rolls over the Kubelwagon, crushing it | |
EXT. DESERT VALLEY - DAY | |
INDY gallops up to the side cannon and jams the stone down the barrel, lodging | |
several rocks inside. Then he steers his horse directly in range of that gun. | |
INT. TANK - DAY | |
A NAZI SOLDIER pushes HENRY away from the window. | |
NAZI SOLDIER | |
Keine Bewegung. | |
He points his gun at HENRY and BRODY. | |
NAZI SOLDIER | |
Keine Bewegung. | |
The smaller gun, blocked by the rocks, BACKFIRES, blowing the breech out into | |
the face of the gunner, killing him and filling the tank with smoke. | |
BRODY, HENRY, VOGEL and the driver begin to choke. | |
EXT. DESERT VALLEY - DAY | |
INDY rides his horse alongside the tank. | |
INDY | |
Dad! Dad! Dad! | |
INT. TANK - DAY | |
HENRY and BRODY still held at gunpoint by the NAZI SOLDIER. | |
HENRY | |
Junior? Junior? Junior! | |
The NAZI SOLDIER swings his fist, knocking HENRY off his seat. | |
EXT. DESERT VALLEY - DAY | |
Smoke pours from the top of the tank as the turret pops open. VOGEL emerges | |
and aims his gun at INDY. | |
INDY and VOGEL EXCHANGE SHOTS as Indy chases the tank on his horse. | |
INDY pulls the trigger again—his gun is empty! Indy immediately takes the | |
high trail. | |
Now INDY is above the tank twelve feet on a paralleling trail. He moves out of | |
the saddle and leaps from the speeding horse onto the trundling tank. | |
CLOSE UP - VOGEL | |
Hate-staring at INDY | |
CLOSE UP - INDY | |
Hate-staring back at VOGEL. | |
Suddenly, from nowhere a German soldier flies INTO FRAME, tackling Indy. | |
CUT TO: | |
SIDE ANGLE | |
One of the two troop carriers is paralleling the tank and like pirates boarding a | |
galleon, Nazi Soldiers leap over the treads and are swarming all over INDY. | |
INDY is struggling with a German's Luger. | |
INDY presses the luger against his assailant and forces the Nazi to squeeze off a | |
shot into himself. The bullet not only passes through the Nazi, but passes | |
through two other Nazis standing directly behind him on the crowded tank top | |
and three bodies fall away, leaving Indy to stare at the gun in disbelief. | |
Another Soldier leaps from the truck onto the tank and raises his knife as he | |
grabs INDY. They struggle and fall. | |
INDY sits up to see VOGEL standing over him. Vogel wraps a chain around Indy's | |
neck. | |
INT. TANK- DAY | |
INDY appears at the entrance, the chain still wrapped about his neck and held by | |
VOGEL. | |
INDY | |
Dad! | |
He drops the gun down into the tank. | |
INDY | |
Dad! Dadl Get it! | |
VOGEL pulls INDY from the tank entrance, yanking on the chain wrapped around | |
his neck. | |
EXT. TANK - DAY | |
A NAZI SOLDIER approaches. | |
INDY hits him, knocking him onto the tank tread. The Nazi Soldier screams as he | |
is dragged under the rolling tank. | |
Now INDY and VOGEL struggle with one another, the chain still wrapped around | |
Indy's neck. | |
INT. TANK- DAY | |
THROUGH THE PERISCOPE | |
We SEE INDY and VOGEL struggling atop the tank. Indy lifts his feet, lunging | |
toward the periscope and pulling Vogel with him. | |
INDY's face is pressed up against the lens of the periscope. | |
INT. TANK - DAY | |
The NAZI SOLDIER looking through the periscope pulls away from it, smiles, then | |
turns back to it. | |
THROUGH THE PERISCOPE | |
INDY's face, still pressed against the lens. | |
VOGEL pulls INDY from the periscope. | |
INT. TANK - DAY | |
The NAZI SOLDIER pulls away from the periscope again. | |
PERISCOPE SOLDIER | |
(laughing) | |
Diese Amerikane. Sie Kampfen wie | |
Weiber. | |
EXT. TANK - DAY | |
INDY now lies on top of VOGEL. He kicks out at the periscope which spins | |
around. | |
INT. TANK - DAY | |
The periscope handle spins around and hits the PERISCOPE SOLDIER in the head. | |
He falls against the NAZI SOLDIER guarding HENRY and BRODY. | |
HENRY pushes the NAZI SOLDIER aside and grabs the gun. The PERISCOPE | |
SOLDIER struggles to take the gun from Henry. | |
EXT. TANK- DAY | |
VOGEL holds the chain around INDY's neck, pushing his head downward toward | |
the revolving tread. | |
INT. TANK - DAY | |
The PERISCOPE SOLDIER holds HENRY from behind, forcing the gun toward him. | |
Henry reaches down and pulls a fountain pen from his coat pocket. | |
CONTINUED: | |
As the PERISCOPE SOLDIER pulls on HENRY's face, Henry lifts the fountain pen | |
and squirts ink into his face. The Soldier falls, his head smashing into the wall of | |
the tank. At the same time, Henry loses his grip on the gun which falls to the | |
floor. | |
BRODY | |
Henry, the pen— | |
HENRY | |
What? | |
BRODY | |
But don't you see? The pen is | |
mightier than the sword. | |
EXT. DESERT VALLEY - DAY | |
A troop truck pulls near the tank. | |
INT. TANK- DAY | |
HENRY fires the TANK GUN at the troop truck. SOLDIERS FLY INTO THE AIR. | |
The TROOP TRUCK flips over and EXPLODES. | |
EXT. TANK - DAY | |
The EXPLOSION knocks INDY off the tank and onto the tread. He grabs onto the | |
shredded gun protruding from the side of the tank. | |
VOGEL looks down at INDY and smiles smugly. | |
The tank is approaching a cliff wall. As INDY tries to secure footing, VOGEL | |
steps on his hands. | |
INT. TANK - DAY | |
BRODY looks at HENRY. | |
BRODY | |
Look what you didl | |
HENRY | |
It's war. | |
EXT. TANK - DAY | |
VOGEL now swings a shovel at INDY, smashing at his hands. | |
BRODY climbs up out of the tank, followed by HENRY. | |
CONTINUED: | |
HENRY | |
Didn't I tell you it was a rescue, | |
huh? | |
A NAZI SOLDIER appears and pulls HENRY down. | |
VOGEL raises the shovel above his head and brings it crashing down on INDY, | |
still hanging from the protruding gun. | |
INDY loses his grip and now hangs from the gun suspended only by the strap of | |
his leather pouch. He screams as the gun scrapes against the cliff wall, sending | |
stones tumbling down over him. | |
INT. TANK - DAY | |
The NAZI SOLDIER knocks HENRY into a pile of boxes, then punches him in the | |
face. | |
As the SOLDIER raises the gun to HENRY's face, BRODY hits him over the head | |
with a canister. The Soldier falls, discharging the gun into the air. | |
The BULLET RICOCHETS around the tank, past the Tank Driver who is | |
manipulating levers at the control panel. SPARKS FLY; then the BULLET PINGS | |
AGAINST THE WINDOW and RICOCHETS ONCE MORE, this time passing THROUGH | |
THE TANK DRIVER'S HAT. Blood flows from under the hat as the Tank Driver | |
slumps forward, his body depressing the levers. | |
EXT. TANK - DAY | |
INDY still hangs from the strap of his leather pouch as the tank swerves, barely | |
missing the rocks and causing VOGEL to fall. Indy finally manages to pull | |
himself atop the tank once more where he punches Vogel over the side, then | |
peers down to HENRY, still inside the tank. | |
INDY | |
Dad? | |
HENRY | |
You call this archaeology? | |
INDY | |
Get out of there, Dad! | |
INDY pulls HENRY and BRODY from the tank. VOGEL pulls himself back atop the | |
tank armed again with the shovel which he swings at Indy, who ducks and grabs | |
Vogel's arm. | |
BRODY | |
How does one get off this thing? | |
As INDY winds up to punch VOGEL he catches BRODY in the face on the | |
backswing, then completes the movement and knocks Vogel down. | |
INT. TANK - DAY | |
Vogel's hat sails in and falls to the floor. | |
EXT. TANK- DAY | |
HENRY | |
(to INDY) | |
Where's Marcus?! | |
Before INDY can answer, VOGEL is up and swinging with the shovel. Indy ducks | |
but the shovel catches HENRY sending him over the side and onto the moving | |
tread. | |
INDY grabs his whip, knocking VOGEL aside. | |
As HENRY speeds toward the front of the tank to certain doom, INDY, with | |
lightning speed, whips out his bullwhip, wrapping the end of the whip around | |
Henry's right ankle. | |
INDY | |
Dad! | |
HENRY is bouncing across the treads like a rag-doll. INDY struggles to hold onto | |
the end of the bullwhip. | |
INDY | |
Hang on, Dad! | |
SALLAH draws his horse next to the treads. He tips his fez to HENEY. | |
SALLAH | |
Father of Indy—give me your | |
hand! | |
VOGEL now punches INDY in the back and grabs him around the neck. Still, | |
INDY refuses to let go of the whip. | |
INDY | |
Sallah! Get Dadl | |
SALLAH reaches out to HENRY. | |
SALLAH | |
Give me your hand! | |
SALLAH manages to hold onto HENRY as he brings his horse to a stop just at the | |
cliff's edge. | |
INDY finally frees himself of VOGEL's grasp, twisting his arm painfully away | |
from Indy's neck, then landing a hard blow to Vogel's head. | |
INDY | |
looks down at the fast-approaching cliff, his face filled with horror. We SEE his | |
HAT BLOW OFF and sail over the cliff's edge. | |
VOGEL | |
He sees his life passing before him, he screams at the top | |
of his lungs! | |
LONG SHOT | |
The tank trundles over the cliff and PLUMMETS TO THE BOTTOM. | |
EXT. CLIFF EDGE - DAY | |
HENRY, BRODY and SALLAH look down at the flaming wreckage | |
of the tank. | |
HENRY | |
Junior?! | |
We HEAR the TANK EXPLODING. | |
SALLAH | |
Indy?! | |
HENRY | |
Oh, God. I've lost him. And I | |
never told him anything. I just | |
wasn't ready, Marcus. Five | |
minutes would have been enough. | |
And then... looking dazed and bewildered, INDY STAGGERS UP BEHIND THEM. | |
He joins the others at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the wreckage below | |
with a bewildered expression. | |
Finally, Henry becomes aware of his presence. | |
HENRY says nothing. He just looks at Indy, overcome with emotion. Finally, he | |
throws his arms around him. | |
HENRY | |
I thought I'd lost you, boy. | |
After a moment, Indy's head clears. And he becomes aware of his father's | |
embrace. Something he hasn't felt in a long time—if ever. And it touches him. | |
He hugs his father back. | |
INDY | |
I thought you had too, sir. | |
BRODY and SALLAH are moved by this sudden reconciliation. | |
HENRY | |
Well—well done! Come on! | |
HENRY pats INDY on the back and Indy collapses, sitting hard on the rocky cliff | |
edge. | |
CONTINUED: | |
Unaware, HENRY, SALLAH and BRODY start to walk away. Henry turns back to | |
see INDY still sitting on the ground. | |
HENRY | |
Let's go then. why are you | |
sitting there resting when we're | |
so near the end? Come on— | |
let's go! | |
HENRY turns and walks toward the horse with BRODY and SALLAH. Suddenly | |
the FEDORA, borne on the wind, BLOWS INTO SCENE and lands at INDY's feet. | |
EXT. MOUNTAIN ROAD - DAY | |
DONOVAN peers through binoculars to see the CANYON OF THE CRESCENT | |
MOON. He lowers the binoculars and turns to ELSA. | |
DONOVAN | |
The Canyon of the Crescent Moon. | |
Now ELSA peers through the binoculars. | |
EXT. SECRET CANYON - DAY | |
INDY, HENRY, SALLAH and BRODY ride into the canyon. They hear a WAILING | |
WIND. Feel the biting cold. And sense the danger. | |
Now we turn a corner and they see the hidden city. Its spectacular Grecian | |
facade is carved directly into the rock. It is a stunning sight. The vehicles, | |
camels and horses belonging to DONOVAN's party have been left at the entrance. | |
CUT TO: | |
INT. TEMPLE - DAY | |
INDY, SALLAH, HENRY AND BRODY creep forward to see: | |
THE TERRIFIED FACE OF A TURKISH SOLDIER | |
He's walking slowly. Eyes darting. Muttering a prayer under his breath. | |
What's going on here? | |
FULL SHOT - INSIDE THE MOUNTAIN TEMPLE | |
THE TURK stands alone in the center of the Temple. It is very dark. GIANT | |
COLUMNS define the Temple's perimeter. | |
ELSA AND DONOVAN | |
watch him from a safe distance. | |
THE TURK | |
is about to approach the spot where a TURKISH SOLDIER LIES DEAD. We don't | |
notice it right away, but the dead soldier has been DECAPITATED. | |
THE TURK stops—only one step away from the beheaded soldier. | |
THE TURK | |
takes one more step—a fatal step, it turns out. We hear a ROAR—A WHOOSH | |
of air—but we SEE NOTHING—except THE TURK'S HEAD FLY OFF AND | |
BOUNCE across the ground. | |
INDY, HENRY, BRODY AND SALLAH | |
react to the sight. | |
ELSA AND DONOVAN | |
She looks at him, horrified. | |
DONOVAN | |
Helmut, another volunteer! | |
TWO NAZI SOLDIERS force another Turk forward. Suddenly... | |
The SOUND OF RIFLE BOLTS being cocked. Everyone turns to discover INDY and | |
his party surrounded by NAZI SOLDIERS. Indy's group are relieved of their guns. | |
FULL SHOT - THE TEMPLE | |
INDY, HENRY, BRODY and SALLAH are brought forward by the Nazi Soldiers. | |
ELSA's eyes light up: glad Indy's not dead. she controls herself and continues | |
more coldly. | |
ELSA | |
(to INDY) | |
I never expected to see you again. | |
INDY | |
I'm like a bad penny. I always | |
turn up. | |
DONOVAN | |
Step back now, Doctor Schneider. | |
Give Doctor Jones some room. He's | |
going to recover the Grail for us. | |
CONTINUED: | |
INDY laughs. | |
DONOVAN | |
Impossible? What do you say, | |
Jones? Ready to go down in | |
history? | |
INDY | |
As what? A Nazi stooge like you? | |
DONOVAN | |
(scornfully) | |
Nazis?!—Is that the limit of | |
your vision?! The Nazis want to | |
write themselves into the Grail | |
legend and take on the world. | |
Well, they're welcome. But I want | |
the Grail itself. The cup that | |
gives everlasting life. | |
Hitler can have the world, but | |
he can't take it with him. I'm | |
going to be drinking my own health | |
when he's gone the way of the | |
Dodo. | |
(he draws his | |
pistol) | |
The Grail is mine, and you're | |
going to get it for me. | |
INDY | |
Shooting me won't get you anywhere. | |
DONOVAN | |
You know something, Doctor Jones?... | |
you're absolutely right. | |
Then DONOVAN shifts his aim, just a bit, and SHOOTS HENRY. The bullet enters | |
his side below the ribs. | |
INDY | |
Dad?! | |
HENRY | |
Junior. . . | |
ELSA | |
No!! | |
DONOVAN | |
( to ELSA) | |
Get back! | |
HENRY collapses. Blood flowing from the wound. BRODY and SALLAH rush to | |
his assistance. | |
CONTINUED: (2) | |
INDY spins toward DONOVAN with murder in his eyes. | |
DONOVAN points the gun at him: | |
DONOVAN | |
You can't save him when you're | |
dead. | |
INDY hesitates. | |
DONOVAN | |
The healing power of the Grail is | |
the only thing that can save your | |
father now. It's time to ask yourself | |
what you believe. | |
INDY takes in the situation. The two decapitated men lie a few yards in front of | |
him. He walks to the entranceway, flanked by two stone lions. We get silent | |
reaction shots—ELSA—SALLAH—BRODY—DONOVAN—registering their | |
different emotions | |
INDY proceeds forward. His hands open the Grail Diary. | |
INDY | |
"The Breath of God... Only the | |
penitent man will pass. Only | |
the penitent man will pass. . . " | |
INDY takes a few steps forward. | |
INDY | |
"The penitent man will pass. | |
The penitent man..." | |
INDY stops. He is about to reach the spot where two men have just died. | |
HENRY looks at INDY. Indy looks at Henry. | |
HENRY | |
(in a raspy voice) | |
"Only the penitent man will pass. | |
Only the penitent man will pass." | |
INDY | |
(quietly to himself) | |
The penitent man will pass. The | |
penitent... the penitent. The | |
penitent man... | |
HENRY | |
The penitent man. The penitent... | |
INDY takes a step forward through the cobwebs. | |
CONTINUED: (3) | |
INDY | |
The penitent man is humble before | |
God. | |
HENRY | |
Penitent. Penitent... | |
INDY | |
The penitent man is humble... | |
The cobwebs begin to move.... | |
INDY | |
He kneels before God. | |
(to himself; suddenly) | |
Kneel!! | |
We hear the awful rush of air—WHOOSH! Because INDY is in the act of | |
kneeling, only his hat is knocked off and his hair flies in his face. | |
Instinctively he ROLLS FORWARD on the ground out of harm's way and looks up. | |
From his new position he is able to see what is causing all the trouble: A RAZOR | |
SHARP TRIPLE PENDULUM. | |
INDY gets cautiously to his feet. Now he sees the pendulum has been guarding a | |
SMALL CORRIDOR which turns a corner to the left fifty yards ahead. Wooden | |
wheels turn—the mechanism controlling the spinning blades. INDY loops a rope | |
around the wheels, jamming the mechanism and stopping the blades in mid-swipe. | |
INDY | |
I'm through! | |
ELSA AND DONOVAN | |
DONOVAN | |
We're through! | |
BRODY and SALLAH smile, relieved. | |
SALLAH | |
(to HENRY) | |
He's all right. | |
HENRY shakes his head. | |
HENRY | |
No. | |
BACK TO INDY | |
holding the Grail Diary, reading once again, his fedora now covered in cobwebs. | |
INDY | |
"The second challenge is the | |
Word of God. Only in the | |
footsteps of God will he proceed." | |
(to himself) | |
The Word of God... The Word of... | |
INDY pulls away some cobwebs to reveal a cobblestone path. Each cobble is | |
engraved with a letter. | |
INDY | |
"Proceed in the footsteps of the | |
Word." | |
HENRY | |
lifts his head painfully. | |
HENRY | |
The Word of God... | |
BRODY | |
No, Henry. Try not to talk. | |
HENRY | |
The Name of God... | |
BACK TO INDY | |
as he studies the cobblestones before him. | |
INDY | |
The Name of God... Jehovahl | |
HENRY | |
still lies in SALLAH's arms. BRODY leans over him. | |
HENRY | |
But in the Latin alphabet, | |
"Jehovah" begins with an "I." | |
BACK TO INDY | |
INDY | |
"J." | |
INDY takes a step and immediately a stone breaks away and INDY falls up to his | |
hip -- his leg stuck through the hold where the stone once was. | |
HENRY | |
reacts. | |
HENRY | |
Oh dear! | |
BACK TO INDY | |
who grunts as he pulls himself from the hole, the v-rail Diary in his hand. | |
INDY | |
In Latin, "Jehovah" starts with | |
an "I." "I"... | |
Now we SEE each letter on the stones as INDY carefully walks forward. | |
DONOVAN and ELSA follow in his footsteps. | |
INDY | |
"E"... "H"... "O"... "V"... "A"... | |
INDY sighs with relief and steps forward to: | |
THE GREAT ABYSS | |
INDY stands in a small opening, just small enough for his shoulders to squeeze | |
through and beyond that a 100 foot drop to the rocks below and 100 feet across, | |
nothing but a rough, stony cliff wall. | |
BACK TO INDY | |
He can see nowhere to cross. He looks again to the v-rail Diary. | |
INDY | |
"The path of flood. Only in the | |
leap from the lion's head will | |
he prove his worth." | |
INDY looks around and then he notices that inscribed into | |
the rock above his head is the head of a lion. | |
INDY | |
Impossiblel Nobody can jump this! | |
INDY looks down into the Diary and tortures over what it | |
is asking him to do. | |
BRODY | |
rushes forward and calls to INDY. | |
BRODY | |
Indy... Indy, you must hurry!! | |
Come quickly! | |
BACK TO INDY | |
INDY | |
(realizing) | |
It's... a leap of faith. Oh, | |
God. | |
HENRY | |
calls to his son. | |
HENRY | |
You must believe, boy. you must... | |
believe. | |
We see him do it. We see him leap into space. We see that he is in midair. We | |
see that he is not going to make it. His hands claw for the opposite wall but he is | |
going to fall 100 feet to his death. And then—he doesn't! He appears to be held | |
up by thin air as he lands on his hands and knees. | |
INDY looks around and down and now he figures it out. | |
Ingeniously, the First Crusaders have painted a pathway to align with the rocks | |
100 feet below. It is a perfect forced perspective image of the rocks below with | |
lines from a hundred feet continuing six feet below his sight line where his feet | |
are stepping. | |
It's painted to blend in with the rocks below. Highly evolved camouflage... in | |
perfect alignment with everything we see below. | |
When INDY leans out to the left or right... that's when he sees the perfect | |
alignment shift that betrays the trick. Indy throws some dirt on the bridge and | |
he crosses it like the first Crusader from the painting over Henry's desk. | |
Indy crawls through a small opening in the side of the cliff and enters a Temple. | |
A vast array of chalices is displayed on the altar of this small Temple. Perhaps a | |
hundred or more. Many sizes, many shapes, some gold, some silver, but they all | |
glitter and shine. | |
INDY is mesmerized by their number and their beauty. And then he realizes that | |
a man is praying at the altarl | |
He has his back turned to INDY... but he is dressed as what he is! A GRAIL | |
KNIGHT. | |
CLOSE ON THE GRAIL KNIGHT | |
But we can't see the Grail Knight's face. The visor of his helmet is down. | |
Perhaps we see his eyes. | |
CONTINUED: | |
When the GRAIL KNIGHT sees INDY he gets wearily to his feet and, surprisingly, | |
prepares to give combat...taking up his two-handed broadsword...he comes at | |
Indy, attempting to swing the huge, heavy sword but finding the effort almost too | |
much. Indy dodges two or three clumsy swings of the sword, making no attempt | |
to fight back...until the Knight, exhausted, drops the sword and collapses. Indy | |
approaches him and raises the visor and we see that the Knight is a very ancient | |
man. | |
KNIGHT | |
I knew you'd come, but my strength | |
has left me. | |
INDY | |
Who are you? | |
KNIGHT | |
The last of three brothers who | |
swore an oath to find the Grail | |
and to guard it. | |
INDY | |
That was seven hundred years ago. | |
KNIGHT | |
A long time to wait. | |
The GRAIL KNIGHT reaches forward and fingers Indy's clothing. | |
KNIGHT | |
You're strangely dressed...for a | |
knight. | |
INDY | |
I'm not exactly...a knight. What | |
do you mean? | |
KNIGHT | |
I was chosen because I was the | |
bravest and the most worthy. The | |
honor was mine until another came | |
to challenge me to single combat. | |
I pass it to you who vanquished me. | |
The GRAIL KNIGHT holds his sword out to INDY. | |
INDY | |
(gulp) | |
Listen, I don't have time to | |
explain, but— | |
At that moment DONOVAN and ELSA appear. Donovan turns to face the display | |
of cups. | |
DONOVAN | |
Which one is it? | |
CONTINUED: (2) | |
KNIGHT | |
You must choose. | |
(beat) | |
But choose wisely. For as the | |
True Grail will bring you life— | |
the False Grail will take it from | |
you. | |
DONOVAN | |
I'm not a historian. I have no | |
idea what it looks like. Which | |
one is it? | |
ELSA | |
Let me choose. | |
DONOVAN | |
Thank you, Doctor. | |
ELSA and INDY exchange looks. He thinks he is seeing her in her true colors. | |
ELSA chooses a cup—a solid gold, emerald encrusted goblet. | |
DONOVAN instantly takes it from her. | |
DONOVAN | |
Oh, yes. It's more beautiful than | |
I'd ever imagined. This certainly | |
is the cup of the King of Kings. | |
DONOVAN rushes to the well and fills the goblet with water. | |
DONOVAN | |
Eternal life! | |
DONOVAN drinks from the goblet. | |
Then, DONOVAN'S entire body starts to convulse. His face contorts in agony. He | |
grabs his stomach and turns toward ELSA. | |
DONOVAN | |
What . . . is . . . happening. . . to . . . | |
me. . .? | |
He starts to age—fast! His hair grows long and gray and brittle. His face sinks. | |
Fingernails curl back on themselves. Milky cataracts coat his eyes. | |
ELSA gasps and screams. | |
DONOVAN | |
What. . . is . . . happening. . . ? | |
His skin turns brown and leathery and stretches across his bones until it splits. | |
His skeletal hands reach for ELSA's throat, choking her. | |
CONTINUED: (3) | |
INDY rushes forward and pushes DONOVAN away. As he falls he BODY BREAKS | |
INTO FLAMES, then SHATTERS AGAINST THE WALL. | |
KNIGHT | |
He chose...poorly. | |
INDY studies the array of chalices. | |
ELSA | |
It would not be made out of gold. | |
INDY picks up another cup—a simple earthenware jug. | |
INDY | |
That's the cup of a carpenter. | |
He and ELSA exchange a look. | |
INDY | |
There's only one way to find out. | |
INDY goes to the well and fills the earthenware jug with water, then pauses. | |
INDY brings the jug to his lips and takes several large swallows. | |
A strange sensation overcomes him, a feeling of peace and contentment...and we | |
see his wounds begin to heal. | |
KNIGHT | |
You have chosen wisely. But the | |
Grail cannot pass beyond the | |
Great Seal. That is the boundary | |
and the price of immortality. | |
CUT TO BRODY AND SALLAH who attend to Henry awaiting Indy's return. | |
INDY and ELSA come forward with the Grail. | |
The TWO NAZI SOLDIERS are over-awed by the possessors of the Grail. They put | |
down their guns and kneel. | |
INDY kneels by HENRY's side and tilts his head forward and holds the Grail to | |
his lips. | |
HENRY is too weak to even open his eyes. | |
HENRY swallows some of the water. Much of it runs down the corners of his | |
mouth. Finally INDY pours the water over the wound and everyone watches in | |
astonishment as the wound and the blood stain disappear before their eyes. The | |
color returns to Henry's face. | |
HENRY's eyes open. The first thing he sees is the Grail and they light up. Then | |
they shift to INDY's face—and they light up even more... | |
NAZI SOLDIERS | |
run forward. SALLAH points a rifle at them. | |
SALLAH | |
Drop your guns. Please. | |
The NAZI SOLDIERS drop their weapons at their feet and raise their arms in | |
surrender. | |
INDY | |
(to HENRY) | |
Dad, come on. Get to your feet. | |
ELSA | |
steps forward and picks up the Grail. She turns to INDY, her face alight with | |
possession of the Grail. | |
ELSA | |
We have got it. Come on. | |
ELSA steps onto the edge of the Great Seal. | |
INDY | |
Elsa! Elsa, don't movel | |
ELSA | |
It's ours, Indy. Yours and mine. | |
INDY | |
Elsa, don't cross the Seal. The | |
Knight warned us not to take the | |
Grail from here. | |
A RUMBLING SOUND IS HEARD and the ground roars and shifts. Dirt falls from | |
the ceiling of the cavern. ELSA falls on the Great Seal. The Grail bounces away | |
from her grasp. She reaches for it and the ground beneath her begins to SPLIT | |
OPEN. ELSA slips into the crevasse. She screams. | |
ELSA is hanging perilously in the abyss, with the Grail almost within her reach. | |
As her hands lose their grip, INDY just manages to one of them, he himself | |
sliding forward across the slanted floor. | |
HENRY | |
Junior! Junior! | |
With her free hand, ELSA is trying to get the Grail. INDY can't save her unless | |
she gives him her free hand. She has to choose. | |
INDY | |
Elsa. Elsa don't. Elsa. Elsa. | |
Give me your other hand, | |
honey. I can't hold you. | |
CONTINUED: | |
ELSA | |
I can reach it. I can reach it... | |
Her hand begins to slip from Indy's grasp. | |
INDY | |
Elsa! Give me your hand. Give | |
me your other hand! | |
ELSA just manages to touch the Grail. In doing so, she has tipped the balance too | |
far—INDY slides down another yard, Elsa loses her grip and falls screaming to | |
her death. | |
INDY | |
(horrified) | |
Elsa!! | |
Now the ledge INDY lies upon begins to break apart. HENRY grabs one of his | |
hands as Indy struggles to reach the Grail with the other. | |
HENRY | |
Junior, give me your other hand! | |
I can't hold on!! | |
INDY | |
I can get it—I can almost | |
reach it, Dad. | |
INDY looks down into the black bottomless pit beneath him from which nothing | |
can ever be retrieved. | |
HENRY | |
Indiana. Indiana!! | |
INDY snaps his look up to his father. His father has never called him this before. | |
HENRY | |
(very calmly) | |
... let it go... | |
INDY abandons the Grail and grabs onto HENRY with both hands. | |
HENRY pulls him up to safety. | |
THE GRAIL KNIGHT | |
looks through the falling debris to INDY and HENRY. SALLAH and BRODY rush | |
from the crumbling Temple. | |
INDY | |
Dad. . . | |
The GRAIL KNIGHT raises his arm to HENRY. | |
CONTINUED: | |
INDY | |
Please, Dad... | |
INDY and HENRY down the passageway just as a huge stone column tumbles | |
down upon the spot where they stood. The GRAIL KNIGHT lowers his arm as he | |
watches them leave. | |
EXT. ENTRANCE TO MOUNTAIN TEMPLE - AFTERNOON | |
INDY, HENRY, SALLAH and BRODY emerge from the Mountain Temple through | |
the Grecian Facade. | |
From within the Mountain Temple, the ROAR OF WALLS CAVING IN IS HEARD. A | |
cloud of dust and smoke billows out from the entrance. | |
HENRY turns to INDY. | |
HENRY | |
Elsa never really believed in the | |
Grail. She thought she'd found a | |
prize. | |
INDY | |
What did vou find, Dad? | |
HENRY | |
Me?... Illumination. | |
HENRY and INDY mount their horses. Henry turns back to his son. | |
HENRY | |
What did you find, Junior? | |
INDY | |
Junior?! Dad... | |
SALLAH | |
Please...What does it always | |
mean, this...this "Junior?" | |
HENRY | |
That's his name. Henry Jones, | |
Junior. | |
INDY | |
I like Indiana. | |
HENRY | |
We named the dog Indiana. | |
BRODY | |
May we go home now, please? | |
CONTINUED: | |
SALLAH | |
(to INDY) | |
The dog!? | |
(laughs) | |
You are named after the dog... | |
INDY | |
(embarrassed) | |
I've got a lot of fond memories | |
of that dog. | |
A moment passes as they all ready their mounts and SALLAH continues to laugh | |
at INDY. | |
INDY | |
Ready? | |
HENRY | |
Ready. | |
BRODY | |
Indy! Henryl Follow met I know | |
the way! | |
(to his horse) | |
Haaa! | |
HENRY | |
(to INDY) | |
Got lost in his own museum, huh? | |
INDY | |
Uh-huh. | |
HENRY | |
After you, Junior. | |
INDY | |
Yes, sir! | |
(to his horse) | |
Haaa! | |
EXT. THE SECRET CANYON - AFTERNOON | |
They THUNDER through the canyon—whose towering walls threaten to collapse | |
upon them. | |
EXT. ENTRANCE TO CANYON - SUNSET | |
as BRODY, INDY, HENRY AND SALLAH ride from the canyon toward the SETTING | |
SUN. | |
THE END | |
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