| 1. | |
| FADE IN: | |
| 1 EXT. PERU - HIGH JUNGLE - DAY 1 | |
| 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, | |
| 2000 years old. | |
| 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. | |
| 2. | |
| 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” | |
| 2 EXT. THE APPROACH TO THE TEMPLE 2 | |
| 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 Indians 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 face 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. | |
| 3. | |
| 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. Vegatation 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 floor plan 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 -- | |
| 4. | |
| 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 foor 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 is | |
| 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. | |
| 3 INT. TEMPLE - INCLINED PASSAGE - DAY 3 | |
| 5. | |
| 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. | |
| 4 INT. HALL OF SHADOWS 4 | |
| 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. | |
| 5 INT. CHAMBER OF LIGHT 5 | |
| 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 garb. 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. | |
| 6. | |
| 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. | |
| 6 INT. STAIRWAY 6 | |
| 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 the 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 the | |
| skeletons, which make a cracking noise under his feet. | |
| INDY | |
| Try not to touch the vines. | |
| 7 INT. FOYER OF THE SANTUARY 7 | |
| The men are in a high, straight hallway 50 feet long. The | |
| door at the end is flooded with sunlight. | |
| SATIPO | |
| Senor, 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. | |
| 7. | |
| 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 beings 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 a 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. | |
| 8 INT. THE SANCTUARY 8 | |
| 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 alter. 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 unit 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 dart 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-combed with the same kind of hole. | |
| Satipo sees it too and is properly impressed. | |
| INDY | |
| 8. | |
| You wait here. | |
| SATIPO | |
| If you insist, senor. | |
| Torch in hand, Indy beings 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 alter. 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 bag. He begins filling | |
| it with dirt from around the case of the alter. 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. | |
| 9 INT. THE SANCTUARY - THE RETREAT - INTER CUTTING INDY AND 9 | |
| 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 tile’s | |
| floor. Immediately, a noisy torrent of poison darts fills | |
| the room. | |
| 9. | |
| IN THE FOYER, Satipo swings acorss 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 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. | |
| 10. | |
| INDY | |
| Adios. | |
| 10 INT. THE INCLINED PASSAGE 10 | |
| 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. | |
| 11 EXT. FRONT OF THE TEMPLE - DAY 11 | |
| 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 a 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 | |
| 11. | |
| (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. | |
| 12 EXT. THE JUNGLE - INDY’S RUN - VARIOUS SPOTS - DAY 12 | |
| 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. | |
| 13 EXT. THE URUBAMBA RIVER - DUSK 13 | |
| 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, then | |
| 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. | |
| 12. | |
| 14 INT. JOCK’S PLANE - DUSK 14 | |
| 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. | |
| 15 EXT. JOCK’S PLANE - TWILIGHT 15 | |
| It soars off over the dark jungle. | |
| 16 INT. INDY’S OFFICE, SMALL EASTERN COLLEGE - DAY 16 | |
| 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 archaeological 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-- | |
| 13. | |
| 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 arm- | |
| load 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 ‘till 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. | |
| 14. | |
| 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. | |
| 17 INT. INDY’S LECTURE HALL - CLASSROOM - DAY 17 | |
| Indy’s course - a combination of archaeology 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 fasten on | |
| 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 | |
| 15. | |
| -- 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 | |
| communique 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.” | |
| 16. | |
| 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 archaeologists 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? | |
| 17. | |
| 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. | |
| INDY | |
| But before that, the Pharaoh 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. | |
| Anyway, 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 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 the | |
| 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 -- | |
| 18. | |
| 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 astonishing 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, wrecking 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. | |
| 19. | |
| 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 undoubtedly 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. | |
| 18 EXT. FRONT DOOR - INDY’S HOUSE - NIGHT 18 | |
| Indy’s English Tudor, upper middle class home. Quite toney; | |
| well beyond the financial reach of an honest college | |
| professor. Marcy 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. | |
| 20. | |
| 19 INT. FOYER - INDY’S HOUSE 19 | |
| 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 in a moment. | |
| 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. | |
| 20 INT. STUDY - INDY’S HOUSE 20 | |
| 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 | |
| 21. | |
| 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: | |
| 21 EXT. IN THE AIR - DAY - NIGHT 21 | |
| A Pan Am Clipper flies west over the Pacific. | |
| WIPE TO: | |
| 22 INT. KEHOE’S CAR - SHANGHAI AIRPORT - DAY 22 | |
| 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 zings | |
| 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. | |
| 23 EXT. HOK’S STREET - DAY 23 | |
| 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. | |
| 22. | |
| 24 EXT. HOK’S STREET - IN FRONT OF THE PALACE - DAY 24 | |
| 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. | |
| 25 EXT. ALLEY BEHIND HOK’S MUSEUM - DAY 25 | |
| Kehoe, alone now, pushes a trash container casually into a | |
| 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. | |
| 26 INT. HOK’S PALACE - ENTRY HALL 26 | |
| 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 roved | |
| 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. | |
| 27 INT. HOK’S MUSEUM 27 | |
| 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. | |
| 28 INT. HOK’S PALACE - TEA ROOM 28 | |
| 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. | |
| 29 INT. HOK’S MUSEUM 29 | |
| 23. | |
| 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 myraid 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. | |
| 30 INT. HOK’S PALACE - TEA ROOM 30 | |
| Hok and his visitors stand to go. The Germans’ pleased | |
| expressions make it clear they’re finally on their way to | |
| the museum. | |
| 31 INT. HOK’S MUSEUM 31 | |
| 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. | |
| 32 EXT. HOK’S PALACE - SECOND FLOOR WALKWAY - DAY 32 | |
| 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. | |
| 33 EXT. STREET IN FRONT OF THE PALACE - DAY 33 | |
| The lovely Mercedes limousine blows up. | |
| 24. | |
| 34 EXT. HOK’S PALACE - SECOND FLOOR WALKWAY - DAY 34 | |
| The Germans spin toward the blast. Drawing weapons, they | |
| run back to investigate. Hok follows them, confused. | |
| 35 INT. HOK’S MUSEUM 35 | |
| 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 take two lightning-quick cuts at the leather, but | |
| misses. | |
| Indy swings for the Samurai’s feet; the Samurai jumps | |
| nimbly, slashing at the whip. Indy does it gain. 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. | |
| 36 EXT. HOK’S PALACE - SECOND FLOOR WALKWAY - DAY 36 | |
| 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. | |
| 37 INT. HOK’S MUSEUM 37 | |
| 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. | |
| 38 EXT. HOK’S PALACE - SECOND FLOOR WALKWAY - DAY 38 | |
| 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. | |
| 39 INT. HOK’S MUSEUM 39 | |
| 25. | |
| 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 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 takes a long stride | |
| onto a bench and dives through the glass of the high | |
| window. Hok’s bullets hit the wall. | |
| 40 EXT. ROOF - DAY 40 | |
| 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. | |
| 41 EXT. ALLEY BEHIND HOK’S MUSEUM - DAY 41 | |
| 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. | |
| 42 INT. KEHOE’S CAR - DAY 42 | |
| Indy squirms his way down into the front seat. | |
| KEHOE | |
| Jesus! Are you all right? | |
| 26. | |
| 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: | |
| 43 EXT. DC-3 IN THE AIR - DUSK 43 | |
| The plane flies west into the sunset. | |
| 44 INT. DC-3 - NIGHT 44 | |
| Under a meager seat light, Indy is pouring over a journal | |
| article by Abner Ravenwood and a related map of Nepal. | |
| A few rows back, across the aisle, a trench coated European | |
| Spy eyes Indy. | |
| WIPE TO: | |
| 45 INT. “THE RAVEN” SALOON - PATAN - NEPAL - NIGHT 45 | |
| 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 posed for action, | |
| their representative supporters shift in their places, | |
| fondling lethal ice axes and clubs. | |
| SHERPA | |
| Gmoiska! Shurga rintoik! | |
| CLIMBER | |
| 27. | |
| 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 crowd 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 | |
| place. I don’t meant 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 bar stool on the floor. He rubs his jaw and smiles | |
| up at her. | |
| 28. | |
| 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 bar stool. 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 | |
| Did 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 pour | |
| herself a drink. | |
| INDY | |
| 29. | |
| Not a bad way to go. Doing what he | |
| loved. | |
| MARION | |
| (vitriolic) | |
| Don’t give me that stuff! | |
| MARION | |
| What do you know? | |
| (she takes a drink) | |
| 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 him 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 of 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 | |
| 30. | |
| 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 it 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 | |
| 31. | |
| Why start now? | |
| INDY | |
| Shut up and listen for a second. I | |
| want that piece your father had. | |
| I’ve got money. | |
| That 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. | |
| 32. | |
| 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 | |
| 33. | |
| 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 | |
| Your 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 out cash from a money belt. He lays five | |
| grand on the bar. | |
| INDY | |
| I trust you. | |
| 34. | |
| MARION | |
| You’re an idiot. | |
| INDY | |
| I’ve heard that. | |
| Indy starts for the door. Marion takes another drink. She’s | |
| 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 loose 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. | |
| 46 EXT. STREETS OUTSIDE “THE RAVEN” - NIGHT 46 | |
| Indy sits thinking at the wheel of an old car. Finally, he | |
| puts the car in gear and drives away. | |
| 35. | |
| 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: | |
| 47 INT. “THE RAVEN” - NIGHT 47 | |
| 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 trench coated SECOND NAZI. | |
| 3) a ratty-looking NEPALESSE and | |
| 4) a mean MONGOLIAN. The second NAZI and the MONGOLIAN both | |
| carry sub machine 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. | |
| 36. | |
| 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. Her 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 | |
| 37. | |
| 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 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 | |
| what 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 | |
| 38. | |
| 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 over 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 sub machine gun. | |
| Belzig and the Second German dive behind the 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- | |
| 39. | |
| The Mongolian, who sticks his sub machine 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 | |
| shout to the Second Nazi, who is rising from cover with the | |
| sub machine 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 Lugar. | |
| Marion, at the end of the bar, finally gets the hand of the | |
| Mongolian’s sub machine gun. It roars to life in the | |
| general direction of the ceiling. | |
| 40. | |
| 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. | |
| 48 EXT. THE RAVEN - SNOW BANK - NIGHT 48 | |
| 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. | |
| 49 INT. THE RAVEN - NIGHT 49 | |
| Marion throws down the empty sub machine 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. | |
| 41. | |
| 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 beings 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- | |
| 42. | |
| She holds up the medallion possessively. | |
| MARION | |
| I’m your partner! | |
| 50 EXT. CAIRO - VARIOUS SHOTS - DAY 50 | |
| 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 face, ragged, barefoot children. | |
| 51 INT. DINING ROOM - SALLAH’S HOUSE - OLD CAIRO 51 | |
| 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 to 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. | |
| 43. | |
| 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. | |
| 52 EXT. COURTYARD - SALLAH’S HOUSE - NIGHT 52 | |
| 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 | |
| 44. | |
| Belloq. So he got away from the | |
| Indians. This is going to be more | |
| interesting than 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 it is, 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. | |
| 53 EXT. HEAVILY TRAFFICKED CAIRO STREET - DAY 53 | |
| 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 | |
| 45. | |
| 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 along) | |
| He’ll be OK. Come on. Come on. | |
| 54 EXT. ANOTHER CAIRO STREET - DAY 54 | |
| 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 and the | |
| MONKEY MAN ducks back behind some baskets. | |
| 55 EXT. ANOTHER BUSY CAIRO STREET - DAY 55 | |
| 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. | |
| 56 EXT. A SMALL BAZAAR - DAY 56 | |
| 46. | |
| 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 good 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, damnit! 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. | |
| 57 EXT. BETWEEN THE BUILDINGS - DAY 57 | |
| 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 | |
| five foot wall. | |
| 58 EXT. THE SMALL BAZAAR - DAY 58 | |
| Chaos. An entire booth of pots and pans collapses on a Bad | |
| Arab and a German Agent as Indy whips away a support. | |
| 47. | |
| 59 EXT. BETWEEN THE BUILDINGS - DAY 59 | |
| The chattering Monkey leads a German Agent and two Bad | |
| Arabs to Marion’s hiding place, gesturing manically. | |
| 60 EXT. THE SMALL BAZAAR - DAY 60 | |
| Indy ducks under the swinging blade of a huge Arabian sword | |
| and kicks the Bad Arab Swordsman in the groin. | |
| 61 EXT. SIDE STREET - DAY 61 | |
| 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. As 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! | |
| 62 EXT. THE SMALL BAZAAR - DAY 62 | |
| 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. | |
| 63 EXT. THE FOOT CHASE - INTERCUTTING INDY AND THE MOVING 63 | |
| 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. | |
| 64 EXT. DESERTED ALLEY - DAY 64 | |
| 48. | |
| 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. | |
| 65 EXT. DESERTED SQUARE - DAY 65 | |
| 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 trunk. Two Bad Arabs | |
| are hurrying toward it with a large rattan basket between | |
| them, Marion screaming inside. A German Agent is covering | |
| the 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. | |
| 66 EXT. BACK OF THE TRUCK - DAY 66 | |
| What Indy cannot see is that basket lands among an ominous | |
| load of German munitions, dynamite and firearms. The truck | |
| immediately peels out. | |
| 67 EXT. DESERTED SQUARE - DAY 67 | |
| 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, astonished | |
| and horror-stricken. | |
| INDY | |
| Marion. | |
| 68 INT. ARAB BAR - NIGHT 68 | |
| 49. | |
| 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 it 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 trench coat 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. | |
| 50. | |
| 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. | |
| BELLOQ | |
| (takes a sip of wine, | |
| refers to it) | |
| Terribly difficult finding a | |
| descent 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 it 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. | |
| 51. | |
| There is 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. | |
| BELLOQ | |
| 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 in 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. | |
| 52. | |
| 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 are 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. | |
| 69 INT. SALLAH’S TRUCK - IN FRONT OF ARAB BAR - NIGHT 69 | |
| 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) | |
| Thank you. | |
| 53. | |
| (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. | |
| 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. | |
| 54. | |
| 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 what 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. | |
| 55. | |
| 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 date 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. | |
| 70 EXT. DESERT ROAD - MORNING 70 | |
| 56. | |
| 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 car 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. | |
| 71 EXT. RISE ABOVE THE TANIS DIG - MORNING 71 | |
| 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? | |
| 57. | |
| 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. | |
| 72 EXT. THE TANIS DIGS - MORNING 72 | |
| 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 | |
| goes behind a tent and when it appears on the other side, | |
| Indy and Sallah are gone. | |
| 73 EXT. AMONG THE TENTS - MORNING 73 | |
| 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 an oil drum. When it’s | |
| secure, Indy wastes no time disappearing down it into the | |
| map room. | |
| 74 INT. MAP ROOM 74 | |
| 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. | |
| 58. | |
| 75 EXT. ABOVE THE MAP ROOM - DAY 75 | |
| 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 except obey. With a worried glance at the map room, | |
| he begins untying the rope from the oil drum. | |
| 76 INT. THE MAP ROOM 76 | |
| 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 | |
| moved further down across the miniature. | |
| 77 EXT. IN THE CAMP - DAY 77 | |
| 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. | |
| 59. | |
| HUNGRY GERMAN | |
| Now, idiot! | |
| Sallah picks up some serving pieces and gets to work. | |
| 78 INT. THE MAP ROOM 78 | |
| 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 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 of the | |
| Frenchman’s other calculations were right but it is a foot | |
| and a half beyond it. | |
| 79 EXT. IN THE CAMP - DAY 79 | |
| 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. | |
| 80 INT. MAP ROOM 80 | |
| 60. | |
| 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. | |
| 81 EXT. ABOVE THE MAP ROOM - DAY 81 | |
| 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 | |
| walking 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 | |
| 61. | |
| (yelling after him, | |
| irriated) | |
| No, dummkopf, I said come! | |
| 82 EXT. BETWEEN TWO TENTS - DAY 82 | |
| 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. | |
| 83 INT. THE TENT 83 | |
| 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 thought 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. | |
| 62. | |
| 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. | |
| 84 EXT. SAND DUNE OUTSIDE DIGS - DAY 84 | |
| 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. | |
| 85 EXT. DIFFERENT DUNE - DAY 85 | |
| 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! | |
| 86 EXT. INDY’S DIG - DAY 86 | |
| 63. | |
| Omar’s truck is parked at the stop 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 Well | |
| 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. | |
| 87 INT. COMMAND TENT - TANIS DIGS - NIGHT 87 | |
| 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 feelings 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 communique to | |
| Berlin. Archeology is not an exact | |
| science. It 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. | |
| 64. | |
| 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 villiany. 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 | |
| perfect shape of the sun medallion. | |
| 88 EXT. INDY’S DIG - NIGHT 88 | |
| 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 two 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. | |
| 65. | |
| 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 thick 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 ground cover 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 has 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. | |
| 89 INT. THE WELL OF THE SOULS 89 | |
| 66. | |
| 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 casually 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 beings to open 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. | |
| 90 INT. MARION’S TENT 90 | |
| 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 a few new arrivals there, Shliemann, | |
| Govler and Belzig. Belzig carries a black leather case. He | |
| steps forward and smiles at Marion. | |
| 67. | |
| BELZIG | |
| We meet again, Fraulein. | |
| 91 EXT. INDY’S DIG - JUST BEFORE DAWN 91 | |
| 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. | |
| 92 INT. THE WELL OF THE SOULS 92 | |
| 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. | |
| 68. | |
| 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 it 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) | |
| BELLOQ | |
| I think we are all very comfortable | |
| up here. | |
| 93 EXT. INDY’S DIG - DAWN 93 | |
| 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) | |
| 69. | |
| 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. | |
| 94 INT. WELL OF THE SOULS 94 | |
| 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 gives 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 the 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. | |
| 70. | |
| (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 | |
| 360o turn, his eyes peering into the gloom, examining every | |
| inch of the 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! | |
| 71. | |
| 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 at his flying heels. Indy | |
| reaches the base of the pillar which he touched briefly on | |
| his original descent. He uses the torch to clear away the | |
| scattered snakes climbing on it, then pulls out his whip. | |
| He draws it back, then wraps it solidly around the pillar | |
| 15 feet up. With the torch in his mouth, he beings 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. | |
| 72. | |
| Near the top of the pillar, Indy’s hands strain along his | |
| taut whip, which he has moved 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’s in 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 the 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 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 -- | |
| 95 INT. THE CATACOMBS 95 | |
| 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? | |
| 73. | |
| 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 sarcophagus; a | |
| room decorated with a thousand human skulls; a wall | |
| crawling with huge scabbard 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. | |
| 96 EXT. THE TANIS DIGS - NEAR AIRSTRIP - DAY 96 | |
| 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 | |
| 74. | |
| Get it 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 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 the becoming instant mincement. | |
| 75. | |
| The Pilot slides away the top of his cockpit and stands up. | |
| He pulls a Lugar 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 right cross | |
| 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 top 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. | |
| 97 EXT. THE COMMAND TENT - DAY 97 | |
| 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, Golber, 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 are milling about among the | |
| tents. They all want to get a look at the Ark. Sallah is | |
| among them. All at once, there is an earthshaking | |
| explosion. All 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. | |
| 76. | |
| SHLIEMANN | |
| Stay with the Ark! | |
| 98 EXT. THE RISE ABOVE AIRSTRIP - DAY 98 | |
| 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 tank 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 | |
| 77. | |
| 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. | |
| 99 EXT. AMONG THE TENTS - DAY 99 | |
| 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 | |
| 78. | |
| 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. | |
| 100 EXT. AT THE EDGE OF THE DIGS - DAY 100 | |
| From among the tents, Indy suddenly bursts into view, | |
| happily astride a magnificent white Arabian stallion. He | |
| gallops off across the desert. | |
| 101 EXT. THE DESERT - VARIOUS SHOTS - DAY 101 | |
| 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. | |
| 102 EXT. DESERT ROAD - DAY 102 | |
| The convoy is entering rougher country. The narrow mountain | |
| road we’ve seen earlier ascends ahead. To the wide 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 at Indy, the | |
| bullets kicking up sand near Indy’s horse. | |
| 79. | |
| 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 Inyd kicks | |
| his foot away and floors the gas pedal. The truck doubles | |
| its speed and shoots onto the steep mountain road. | |
| 103 EXT. MOUNTAIN ROAD - DAY 103 | |
| 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 is 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 | |
| road through all the dust the convoy is picking 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, Golber 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. | |
| 80. | |
| 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 | |
| gun 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’s going to sideswipe the walls of the | |
| tunnel. | |
| At the other end of the tunnel, we hear the roar of the two | |
| engines 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. | |
| 81. | |
| In the cab, Indy has seen this and is at first mystified. | |
| He checks his side-view 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 | |
| along, 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 acorss 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 Touch 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 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. | |
| 104 EXT. OUTSKIRTS OF CAIRO - VARIOUS SHOTS - DAY 104 | |
| Indy had 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. | |
| 82. | |
| 105 EXT. OMAR’S SQUARE - DAY 105 | |
| 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. | |
| 106 EXT. CAIRO DOCKS - NIGHT 106 | |
| The waterfront is dark and misty. An old tramp steamer, THE | |
| BANTU WIND, sits by the pier. Several fierce Black African | |
| Pirates, the crew members, 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 the | |
| rail, smoking a pipe. | |
| DISSOLVE TO: | |
| 107 EXT. OPEN SEA - THE MEDITERRANEAN - NIGHT 107 | |
| The Batu Wind is bathed in moonlight as it cuts across the | |
| even seas. | |
| 108 INT. INDY’S CABIN - NIGHT 108 | |
| 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 | |
| 83. | |
| 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 | |
| 84. | |
| 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. | |
| 109 INT. IN THE HOLD 109 | |
| The ship’s rats are agitated. They tremble and chitter 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. | |
| 110 INT. INDY’S CABIN - DAY 110 | |
| 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 whip and jacket from a hook. | |
| MARION | |
| What is it? | |
| INDY | |
| The engines have shut down. | |
| MARION | |
| Why? | |
| INDY | |
| I’m going to find out. | |
| 111 EXT. LOWER DECK - DAY 111 | |
| 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 -- | |
| 85. | |
| 112 EXT. THE BRIDGE - DAY 112 | |
| 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! | |
| 113 EXT. UPPER DECK - DAY 113 | |
| Indy tears along the deck. He looks over the rail and sees | |
| two Nazi rafts already next to the ship. | |
| 114 EXT. LOWER DECK - DAY 114 | |
| 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 | |
| Messanger 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. | |
| 115 EXT/INT. THE BANTU WIND - VARIOUS SHOTS - DAY 115 | |
| 86. | |
| 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. | |
| 116 EXT. THE BRIDGE - DAY 116 | |
| 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 | |
| 87. | |
| 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: | |
| 117 EXT. THE WURRFLER - CONNING TOWER - DAY 117 | |
| 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. | |
| Shielmann 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. | |
| 88. | |
| SHLIEMANN | |
| -- yet. Let the vermin live. We | |
| must be on our way. | |
| Shliemann disappears down the hatch. The Captain is | |
| 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 him 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 | |
| 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. | |
| 118 EXT. THE PERISCOPE - AFTERNOON 118 | |
| 89. | |
| 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: | |
| 119 EXT. THE PERISCOPE - DUSK 119 | |
| 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: | |
| 120 EXT. THE OCEAN - NIGHT 120 | |
| Several shark fins cut the surface, appearing and | |
| disappearing in the bright moonlight. They are shadowing -- | |
| 121 EXT. THE PERISCOPE - NIGHT 121 | |
| Indy looks through barely open eyes at the sharks running | |
| alongside. There is nothing to be done. His eyes close. | |
| FADE OUT. | |
| FADE IN: | |
| 122 EXT. THE PERISCOPE - NIGHT 122 | |
| 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. | |
| 90. | |
| 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. | |
| 123 INT. THE UNDERWATER TUNNEL - NIGHT 123 | |
| 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 improptu air bubble is working, but | |
| it’s a struggle to maintain it. | |
| The sub begins to cut through thick 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. | |
| 124 INT. THE SUB BASE - DOCKING BAY 124 | |
| 91. | |
| 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 groups 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. | |
| 125 INT. TRAIN TUNNEL 125 | |
| 92. | |
| 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 suspicions as the train comes into bright | |
| light. | |
| 126 INT. COMMAND CENTER 126 | |
| 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. | |
| 127 INT. TRAIN TUNNEL 127 | |
| 93. | |
| 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. | |
| 128 INT. THE TABERNACLE 128 | |
| 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. | |
| 129 INT. COMMAND CENTER - END OF TUNNEL 129 | |
| 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. | |
| 130 INT. THE TABERNACLE 130 | |
| 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. | |
| 94. | |
| Back in the central area, Shliemann and the other Nazis are | |
| taken aback by Belloq’s appearance in the rove. 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 | |
| 95. | |
| 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. | |
| 131 INT. COMMAND CENTER 131 | |
| 96. | |
| 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. | |
| 132 INT. THE TABERNACLE 132 | |
| 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 accomplished 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. | |
| 133 INT. COMMAND CENTER 133 | |
| 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. | |
| 97. | |
| 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. | |
| 134 INT. THE TABERNACLE 134 | |
| 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 sub machine 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. | |
| 98. | |
| 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 sub | |
| machine 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 chances. | |
| 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 sub machine 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 | |
| sub machine gun. He pulls out his whip, motions her back, | |
| and sweeps the whip tightly around the body of the Ark. The | |
| fall wraps snugly around the plaiting and Indy ties it off. | |
| The Ark is now harnessed to the whip handle. | |
| 99. | |
| 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 cross eyed. | |
| 135 INT. COMMAND CENTER 135 | |
| 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 | |
| sub machine 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 sub machine 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! | |
| 100. | |
| 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 | |
| firefighters 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 is 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. | |
| 136 INT. COMMAND CENTER 136 | |
| 101. | |
| The Officers are directing the placement of every movable | |
| item in front of the oil drums. Desks, crates, chairs, | |
| food, all are heaped in front of the fuel. All the workers | |
| cast frequent 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. | |
| 137 INT. TRAIN TUNNEL - LONG STRAIGHTWAY 137 | |
| The car with Indy and Marion looks almost sluggish compared | |
| to the pursuing Nazi car as they both make their way into | |
| an unusually long straightaway. Marion discards her empty | |
| sub machine 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. | |
| 138 INT. COMMAND CENTER - CLOSE ON FUEL DRUM 138 | |
| 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. | |
| 139 INT. TRAIN TUNNEL - LONG STRAIGHTWAY 139 | |
| 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. | |
| 140 INT. TRAIN TUNNEL 140 | |
| 102. | |
| 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 incredibly 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 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 roller coaster that | |
| ends suddenly and disastrously. The shocking brightness of | |
| sunlight rushes up to engulf us, blinding us in its glare. | |
| 141 EXT. THE ISLAND - END OF TRACKS - DOCK 141 | |
| 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 care 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. | |
| 103. | |
| 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. | |
| 142 INT. COMMAND CENTER 142 | |
| 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 is rocks the earth. It’s terrible. And then, | |
| almost immediately, another. The long, irregular, ever- | |
| larger chain of explosions begins. | |
| 143 EXT. THE ISLAND - VARIOUS SHOTS - DAY 143 | |
| The island rumbles and shakes. From fissures and small | |
| natural caves, dirt and rock shoot out like spraying | |
| water.Still the explosion continues. 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. | |
| 144 INT. THE PENTAGON - DAY 144 | |
| 104. | |
| 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 | |
| 105. | |
| 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. | |
| 145 EXT. PENTAGON STEPS - DAY 145 | |
| 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 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. | |
| 106. | |
| They move down the steps, smiling. | |
| 146 INT. GOVERNMENT WAREHOUSE 146 | |
| 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 Ware houseman begins pushing the | |
| crated Ark down an aisle. Soon we see that the aisle is | |
| formed by huge stacks of 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 | |
| Ware houseman 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 Ware | |
| houseman, pushing his new crate ahead of him, has turned | |
| into another aisle and disappeared from view. | |
| FADE OUT. | |
| THE END | |