INDIANA JONES IV
a.k.a. Indiana Jones and the Monkey King
a.k.a. Indiana Jones and the Garden of Life
A Screenplay by
Chris Columbus
FIRST DRAFT
2/10/95
UNDERWATER - CLOSE-UP: A brightly colored FLY, attached to a dangling,
fishing line. A large SALMON swims to the fly. The salmon EXAMINES the
fly, deciding whether or not to bite.
CAMERA PANS UPWARD, tracking the line and moving OUT OF THE WATER. We
PASS the crooked boards of a small ROWBOAT and continue to PAN UPWARD.
A MAN reclines in the boat. NAPPING. His hands gently grip a WOODEN
FISHING POLE. He is handsomely dressed in SPORTSMAN'S trousers and a
blazer. His green, tweed fishing hat is lowered OVER HIS FACE. Its
brim is filled with various types of TACKLE and BAIT.
It is DUSK. A warm, SUMMER evening. The boat rests on a calm lake,
surrounded by MOORS. Thick night FOG has begun to settle over the
entire area.
TITLE: SCOTLAND. 1937.
Suddenly, the man's fishing line becomes TAUT. The wooden pole
BUCKLES. The man STIRS. He SITS UP, moving the hat from his face.
CAMERA DOLLIES FORWARD, into a CLOSE UP of the man. It is INDIANA
JONES. His face ANXIOUS... HOPEFUL... Indy begins to REEL in his
catch.
A VOICE interrupts. In the DISTANCE.
MACGOWAN (O.S.)
Doctor Jones!... Doctor Jones !...
Indy TURNS to the direction of the sound, still STRUGGLING with the
line.
INDIANA'S POV
Countless ORANGE FLAMES sparkle across the moors. The TORCHES are
being carried by several members of a small village. The VILLAGERS are
gathered behind a group of SIX POLICEMEN. The policemen are headed by
INSPECTOR ANGUS MACGOWAN, a plump, balding fellow, with a veiny,
bulbous nose, beady green eyes and a thick, curled red moustache.
MacGowan SHOUTS to Indy.
MACGOWAN
We need your assistance!
INDIANA
(struggling with the
fishing line)
C'mon, Mac... It's the first bite
I've had all week...
MACGOWAN
Please... It's very importantl...
Indiana STRUGGLES a bit longer with the line. But his conscience
prevails and Indy DROPS the fishing pole. With a GRUMBLE, he ROWS back
to shore.
THE MOORS - SEVERAL MINUTES LATER
NIGHT has fallen. It is very DARK. A RELUCTANT Indiana has joined the
Inspector and the other Policemen. They LEAD the townspeople along the
foggy moors. Slowly, carefully, the villagers SEARCH... CREEPING...
their faces tense, many unable to hide their FEAR. A summer wind sends
an eeire HOWL whistling through the night air. Blue MOONLIGHT bathes
the moors, creating stark, frightening shadows.
An expression of ANGER and ANNOYANCE cover Indiana's face. He GRUMBLES
to MacGowan.
INDIANA
Do you value our friendship, Mac?
MACGOWAN
More than me' nightly pint.
INDIANA
Then this better not be some wild
goose chase...
MACGOWAN
T'ain't wild geese we're after,
Doctor Jones. You got me' word on
that...
(sincere)
...and a MacGowan's word is truer
than an angel's kiss!
There is a sudden SCREAM! One of the villagers STUMBLES UPON
something. Everyone GATHERS around the villager.
A CORPSE lies before them. The body has a somewhat rubbery appearance,
as if all of its bones had been BROKEN. The man's pale, greenish face
is FROZEN in a hideous grimace. Indiana and MacGowan STARE in shock.
The villagers WHISPER among themselves.
YOUNG MAN
Scotty Ferguson.
OLD WOMAN
He's the eighth.
MAN
Just like the others...all his bones
busted...crushed...
OLD MAN
Whatever's killin' people around
here ain't human.
WOMAN
(pointing OFFSCREEN)
It's there! Again!
The woman SHOOTS FORWARD. The police and the townspeople are right
BEHIND her. A curious Indiana FOLLOWS.
The woman stops in a CLEARING. She is POINTING ahead. The villagers
SURROUND her. They STARE ahead, in the direction where the woman
points. Nearly a mile in the distance, WE SEE
AN ANCIENT SCOTTISH CASTLE.
An enormous, 16th CENTURY stone structure. Tall, forboding towers,
lined with menacing GARGOYLES, pierce the night sky. The castle
appears DESERTED. Its interior is completely DARK, save for a small,
flickering CANDLELIGHT. It burns from the castle's UPSTAIRS WINDOW.
Indiana gives a QUESTIONING look to MacGowan. The Inpector points to
the castle's upstairs window.
MACGOWAN
That light...only burns after a
murder's been committed.
INDIANA
(nods, turning toward
the castle)
Let's go.
The villagers STEP BACK. Eyes wide with FEAR. Murmers of 'Ain't goin'
in there', 'Nor I', 'Got me a wife and kids', are heard from the
TERRIFIED villagers. Indiana TURNS to MacGowan. Even the usually
sturdy Inspector is TREMBLING. But MacGowan turns to his men, FORCING
himself to be strong.
MACGOWAN
Well... Ahmmmm...that is what we're
here for...eh, men?...ah...
(points to men)
Hennesey... Galbraith...
Bottomley... You're comin' with us.
As each man is called, the color LEAVES his face. The chosen policemen
RELUCTANTLY join the Inspector and Indiana, as they begin walking
TOWARD the castle. The remaining villagers and policemen STAY BEHIND.
WAITING. The elderly woman KISSES the crucifix that hangs from her
neck. She STARES at the departing men.
ELDERLY WOMAN
May God help them.
CUT TO:
THE CASTLE DOORS.
Two enormous wooden doors, covered with intricate CARVINGS of demons,
serpents and gargoyles, adorn the castle entrance. Indiana and the
police STAND before the doors. Indy GLANCES to the upstairs window.
The candle still FLICKERS.
A long, wooden bar, carved into the shape of a SERPENT, is fastened
through the metal door latches. It BLOCKS the castle entrance. Indy
and the Policemen GRAB HOLD of the bar. It is extremely HEAVY. Using
all of their strength, they manage to slide the bar OUT of the door
latches. It hits the ground with a THUD, rolling down the castle
stairs.
Indiana CLUTCHES the rusty, metal door handles. He PULLS. HARD. The
doors CREAK. GROAN. And slowly OPEN. A thick CLOUD OF DUST explodes
from inside of the castle. It BLOWS OUT all of the torches.
Behind the open doors, there is only TOTAL DARKNESS. Indiana ENTERS,
holding the flashlight before him. The Policemen exchange FRIGHTENED
glances. Inspector MacGowan SHOVES them through the open doors.
INT. CASTLE
Indy's flashlight BEAM glazes over the castle's interior. It is a
STONE PALACE. FILLED with elaborate, antique furnishings, macabre
sculptures and oil paintings. The place is bathed in DUST. Thick
COBWEBS fill each corner. It is extremely COLD. The men's breaths are
VISIBLE. Hennesey RUBS his folded arms.
HENNESEY
It's deathly cold in 'ere. How could
a human bein' survive?...
Hearing this, the other Policemen exchange TERRIFIED glances. Indiana
shines his flashlight to a TWISTING, STONE STAIRCASE. The staircase
spirals upward along a far wall, leading to the SECOND FLOOR. A FAINT
GLIMMER of light emanates from the top of the stairs. Indiana moves
FORWARD. The Policemen FOLLOW.
Indiana ASCENDS the stairs. SLOWLY. SILENTLY. Toward the LIGHT.
MacGowan and the others are directly BEHIND Indy. As he makes his way
to the top, Indiana examines the bizarre OIL PAINTINGS that line the
wall. There are various PORTRAITS and LANDSCAPES, depicting everything
from MILITARY BATTLES to SUNDAY PICNICS. But the unsettling quality of
the pictures, is that they each feature the same white haired, ELDERLY
MAN. Indy COMMENTS to Mac.
INDIANA
This guy's got one hell of an ego.
MACGOWAN
Baron Seamus Seagrove III. Some say
'e walks the moors every midnight...
others claim e's been dead for
years...
Indy arrives at the TOP OF THE STAIRS. His hand rests on a SCULPTURE
that is part of the bannister. The sculpture is a bust of BARON
SEAGROVE. Indiana makes his way to the first doorway, where the LIGHT
emanates. The door is WIDE OPEN. A THICK COBWEB covers the entrance.
Indy WIPES away the web, and ENTERS the room. The Policemen DRAW their
pistols. They FOLLOW.
INT. ROOM
A BEDROOM. Deserted, except for a few pieces of elaborate, ancient
FURNITURE and a large CANOPY BED. Everything in the room is CAKED with
dust and cobwebs...save for the burning CANDLE. It RESTS on the
windowsill, in a sparkling, sterling silver holder. It bathes the room
in ORANGE LIGHT.
Indiana walks TOWARD the candle. Arm outstreched, he prepares to LIFT
it. The Policeman WATCH. SHIVERING. SILENT. Tightly gripping their
PISTOLS. Indy's fingers are INCHES from the candlestick. SUDDENLY...
There is a LOUD WHOOSH! The candle GOES OUT! Indiana DROPS his
flashlight. There is TOTAL DARKNESS. We hear the distant, MANICAL
LAUGH of a man. It ECHOES through the castle. Indy retrieves the
flashlight, clicking it back ON. The candle has DISAPPEARED! The laugh
has SOBSIDED.
MacGowan LOOKS at his men. A TROOBLED look covers the Inspector's
face. MacGowan's eyes DART about the room. Hennesy is GONE!
MACGOWAN
Hennesey?... Hennesey?...
GALBRAITH
(panic)
'E was standin' right 'ere! Just a
second ago... Standin' right beside
me!...
THE SOOND OF A BELL! A thick, dull RINGING! In the DISTANCE! It sends
a CHILL through the men. Indiana DARTS out of the room. FOLLOWING the
sound. The Policemen are right BEHIND HIM.
INT. CASTLE
Indy and the Police HURRY down the stairs. The ringing bell CONTINUES.
MacGowan is CALLING for Hennesey. Indy DASHES to a door along the far
wall. He OPENS it. It leads into a DARK BASEMENT. The sound of the
ringing bell echoes from INSIDE. Indiana ENTERS, motioning for the
others to FOLLOW.
INT. BASEMENT
A decrepit, narrow, wooden STAIRWAY leads into the basement. Indy
holds tightly to his FLASHLIGHT. The Policemen are CLUSTERED behind
him, taking each step with extreme caution. The boards CREAK and GROAN
with their every move.
MacGowan LEANS to his side, calling for Hennesey. MacGowan's weight
causes the rotted bannister to SNAP IN TWO! He LOSES his footing!
FALLING off the side of the stairs! Indiana's arm SHOOTS OUT! GRABBING
HOLD of MacGowan's collar. Indy PULLS MacGowan back to SAFETY.
MacGowan CATCHES his breath. SHAKING.
MACGOWAN
Thanks for catchin' me.
INDIANA
I'd rather be catchin' trout.
They CONTINUE down the stairs, arrivifig at the bottom. It is a large,
MUSTY STONE BASEMENT. The slimy walls are covered with a GREEN MOSS.
There are several DOORS along the basement wall. The sound of the
ringing bell is much LOUDER down here.
Indiana moves to the FIRST DOOR. He REACHES for the handle. The
Policemen DRAW their pistols. Indy OPENS the door. A LARGE OBJECT
SHOOTS OUT FROM INSIDE! Rolling TOWARD the men! The policemen FIRE
their guns. SEVERAL SHOTS ring out. The object comes to a STOP. A DEEP
RED LIQUID pours out onto the floor. Indy DIPS his finger into the
liquid. He TASTES.
INDIANA
Interesting blood type...
The Policemen STARE. WIDE EYED. Indy SMILES.
INDIANA
Cabernet sauvignon. 1897.
Indy's flashlight beam shines ahead, ILLUMINATING the 'mysterious
object', a WINE BARREL. And inside the room, is a deserted WINE
CELLAR. Suddenly, a LOUD CREAK echoes through the basement. Galbraith
CRIES OUT.
GALBRAITH
(pointing OFF SCREEN)
Look!
Everyone TURNS. A large STONE DOOR, built into the wall, slowly OPENS.
Indy and the police stare in AMAZEMENT. The door STOPS. Wide OPEN. A
FLICKERING LIGHT glimmers from inside. Indiana WALKS to the opening.
He PEERS into the opening. The Police stay a FEW STEPS behind.
BEHIND THE DOOR
A FAMILY CRYPT. Stone COFFINS, with glass covered tops, line the crypt
walls. Macabre, ghastly RELIGIOUS STATUES decorate the room. Countless
DEATH MASKS cover the ceiling, all carved with that same frighteningly
familiar face... BARON SEAGROVE!
CAMERA DOLLIES to the far corner of the crypt. It STOPS on a CLOSE-UP
of the CANDLESTICK! The EXACT candle from upstairs! Still BURNING! It
rests on one of the coffin's GLASS TOPS.
A TREMBLING MacGowan steps back, away from the crypt. Be BLURTS an
order to his men.
MACGOWAN
Galbraith... You come with me! We'll
search for Hennesey... Out here!
Bottomley... You go with Doctor
Jones...
(finger shaking, points
to inside of crypt)
In there.
MacGowan and Galbraith nearly fall over each other as they SCRAMBLE
away from the crypt. The two DASH OFF into another section of the
basement. Indy SHAKES his head. He ENTERS the crypt. A reluctant and
very frightened Bottomley FOLLOWS.
INT. CRYPT
Indy's flashlight beam dances across the glass COFFIN TOPS. Decayed
CORPSES smile from inside, their hands tightly clutching crucifixes.
Bottomley is HORRIFIED by the sights. Indiana continues AHEAD. He
PASSES the burning candle, moving further into the darkness of the
crypt. The shivering Bottomley stays directly BEHIND Indy. With their
every step, the bell's ringing grows LOUDER... LOUDER...
Indiana and Bottomley arrive in a circular CHAMBER, located at the far
end of the crypt. Here, the ringing bell is nearly DEAFENING. The
sound echoes from ABOVE. We are on the floor of the BELL TOWER.
Indiana SHINES his flashlight UPWARD. The beam stops on a RINGING BELL
that hangs SEVERAL FEET in the air. Inside of the bell, dangling by
his feet, is the DEAD BODY of
HENNESEY! He has REPLACED THE BELL CLAPPER! His body SWINGS back and
forth. It SLAMS into the sides of the bell. Causing the DULL RINGING.
Bottomley SCREAMS. Indiana GRABS Bottomley's arm.
INDIANA
Let's get outta' here.
Indy and Bottomley TURN to the crypt door. It begins to CLOSE! The two
men DASH FORWARD. The door CONTINUES to close. Indy and Bottomley are
only INCHES away...when the door SLAMS SHUT! They PUSH and KICK at the
door. NO GOOD. It WON'T BUDGE. A PANICKED Bottomley calls for help.
BOTTOMLEY
Inspector MacGowan! Galbraith! Open
the door!
Using his flashlight, Indy SCANS the door, looking for a CRACK,
another way OUT. Indy NUDGES Bottomley.
INDIANA
(motioning to candle)
I need more light.
Bottomley HURRIES to the candle. He REACHES OUT. There is a LOUD
WHOOSH! The candle flame GOES OUT! Followed by TOTAL DARKNESS! Indy
TURNS from the door.
INDIANA
Bottomley?...
NO answer. Indy SHINES his flashlight toward the area. The candle is
GONE. There is NO SIGN of Bottomley. Indiana takes a STEP FORWARD.
INDIANA
Bottomley?...
AGAIN, no answer. Indy SWEEPS the flashlight beam across the room. It
PASSES one of the coffins...then SHOOTS BACK! Indy is met with a
SHOCKING SIGHT!
BOTTOMLEY LIES INSIDE THE COFFIN! DEAD! His face twisted in a GHOULISH
SMILE. All of his bones BROKEN. His hands are wrapped around a
CRUCIFIX. Indy STARES in horror. There is a SOUND. FOOTSTEPS. There is
SOMEONE ELSE in here. Indy's flashlight beam DARTS around the crypt.
There is NO SIGN of anyone.
INDIANA
Who is it?... Who's there?...
The same crazed LAUGH of a man echoes through the crypt. A CHILLED
Indy TURNS BACK to the door. He is startled to find the crypt door
COVERED WITH A THICK SHEET OF ICE!
Indy REACHES OUT. He TOUCHES the sparkling, green ice. He SNAPS back
his hand. His fingers are BURNT.
INT. BASEMENT
MacGowan and Galbraith are OUTSIDE of the crypt door. They PULL at the
door's metal handles. Trying to OPEN IT. But the door WON'T MOVE.
MacGowan CALLS through the door.
MACGOWAN
Doctor Jones! Try to push!
INT. CRYPT
Indy ANSWERS, taking a STEP BACK.
INDIANA
Can't! There's some kinda' hot ice
coverin' the...
Indiana suddenly FALLS! The floor has DISAPPEARED FROM BENEATH HIM!
Indy manages to GRAB HOLD of a stone coffin. His fingers tightly GRIP
the coffin's edge. Indiana LOOKS DOWN. Beneath him, is a SEVERAL
HUNDRED FOOT DROP INTO TOTAL DARKNESS!
Indy tries to PULL HIMSELF UP. The coffin's ancient stone begins to
CRUMBLE. Large chunks and pieces FALL from Indy's grasp. He is LOSING
HIS GRIP.
Seconds before he plummets into the abyss, Indiana REACHES inside of
the coffin. He clutches onto a CORPSE'S ARM! Using the arm, Indy
SWINGS DOWNWARD.
INT. ABYSS
At the precise moment, Indiana RELEASES the dead arm. He LANDS on a
ROCKY LEDGE. Located only a few feet BELOW the open crypt floor. Indy
STANDS on the ledge. SAFE. He SMILES. RELIEVED. Suddenly, the ledge
SNAPS!
Indiana FALLS! His body DROPS hundreds of feet into the blackness. A
MOMENT passes. Then... WE HEAR A SPLASH!
BOTTOM OF THE HOLE!
A POOL OF WATER! Surrounded by rocky, cavernous WALLS. Indiana's hat
FLOATS on the water's surface. Indy POPS OUT of the water, bobbing up
beside the hat. Indy REACHES for the hat. Suddenly, a FISH flaps out
of the water. The fish GOBBLES UP one of the hat's live baits and
disappears back underwater. Indy SMIRKS.
INDIANA
NOW they bite!
Indy attempts to PULL himself out of the water. There is a LOUD SOUND.
Grinding METAL. Rattling CHAINS. Indy's eyes DART to his side.
TWO HORIZONTAL METAL GATES EJECT FROM THE CAVERN WALLS! They SHOOT
across the water! Like LIGHTNING! They're headed TOWARD each other...
and Indy's HEAD!
Indy DIVES underwater. THE GATES SNAP SHUT! Less than an INCH above
the water's surface! Indy ATTEMPTS to resurface. The closed gate STOPS
HIM. He CLUTCHES the grating, trying to MOVE the gate. It's TOO
STRONG! Indy STRUGGLES for air. NO GOOD. There isn't enough SPACE.
He's going to DROWN!
UNDERWATER
In desperation, Indy SWIMS downward. Looking for an ALTERNATE ESCAPE.
But there is NO BOTTOM in sight. Indy's eyes BULGE. His face loses
COLOR. Only a few precious SECONDS OF LIFE remain...when suddenly, he
SPOTS SOMETHING. A SMALL TUNNEL. Built into the CAVERN WALL. Indiana
hurriedly SWIMS to the tunnel. He BOLTS inside.
A WATER FOUNTAIN. A large, THREE TIERED stone structure. Instead of
the familiar carvings of angels and beautiful maidens, this fountain
is surrounded with water spewing DEMONS, GARGOYLES and hellish BEASTS.
CAMERA DOLLIES TO A LARGE METAL DRAIN, located inside of the
fountain's base. The drain cover begins to TURN. Suddenly FLIPPING
OPEN! Indiana CRAWLS out of the opening. He GULPS at the air. COLOR
returns to his face. LIFE returns to his body. Indy RISES to his feet.
He finds himself STANDING in the fountain.
INDY'S POV
He is inside of a BANQUET ROOM. The sprawling room is beautifully
DECORATED in Victorian dignity. The room is IMMACULATE. Not one SPECK
of dust. Two Medieval SUITS OF ARMOR adorn one wall. A gargantuan
crystal CHANDELIER hangs above a long, mahogany BANQUET TABLE.
At the far end of the table, sits a shriveled, white haired ELDERLY
MAN. It is BARON SEAMUS SEAGROVE III, the fellow whose likeness
appeared in every piece of artwork. Baron Seagrove is CALMLY eating
his dinner. A bloated ROASTED PIG rests on a silver platter before
him. The same candle we saw burning in the upstairs room and the
family crypt, now RESTS on the table. Directly BESIDE the Baron.
Two powerful, muscular MASTIFFS are tied to Baron Seagrove's chair.
Teeth BARED. Eyes AELAZE. The hounds FIGHT for a scrap of meat.
Indiana stares in BEWILDERMENT at the new surroundings. He STEPS OUT
of the fountain. Baron Seagrove seems UNAWARE of Indy's presense.
Indiana WALKS TOWARD the Baron.
INDIANA
Excuse me, sir...? Hello...?
Baron Seagrove DOES NOT look up from his plate. Indy moves CLOSER. He
speaks LOUDER.
INDIANA
Canyou hear me?...
CLOSE-UP: BENEATH THE TABLE
Baron seagrove's hand nonchalantly UNTIES the Mastiff's bindings.
INDIANA
still WALKS toward the table. The Baron continues to IGNORE him. Indy
is ANNOYED.
INDIANA
Listen, pal... There are two dead
Policemen upstairs and...
The Mastiffs LEAP forward. COMING at Indiana. He tries to GET AWAY.
TOO SLOW. The hounds are UPON HIM. TEARING. CLAWING. BITING. They DRAG
Indy to the floor.
Baron Seagrove continues to ENJOY his dinner, seemingly OBLIVIOUS to
the scene before him.
Indiana FIGHTS for his life. The VICIOUS dogs tear at his clothing and
skin. Indy SPOTS something. On the wall ABOVE. Hanging amidst a
display of stuffed animal heads, is a HUNTER'S TRUMPET. Indy STRUGGLES
to his knees. Trying to REACH for the horn. But the dogs are still
BITING. CLAWING. WEAKENING Indiana.
Indy's fingers are INCHES from the horn. The Mastiffs' sharp claws RIP
at his arm. But Indy manages to SNATCH the trumpet. He quickly moves
the horn to his LIPS. He BLOWS. HARD. A HIGH, PIERCING NOTE fills the
air. The dogs respond to the SOUND. They HALT. STOPPING their attack.
For a MOMENT.
Tattered and bruised, Indiana LEAPS to his feet. He DROPS the horn. He
RUNS.
The Mastiffs come to their SENSES. They DART after Indy. Mouths
FOAMING.
Baron Seagrove continues to DINE, still IGNORING the action.
Indy runs to a VELVET CURTAIN. He GRABS HOLD of a long, thick rope
that is attached to the curtain. Indiana TEARS the curtain from the
wall. A large STAINED GLASS WINDOW is behind the curtain.
The FIRST MASTIFF leaps at Indy. Indiana quickly DRAPES the curtain
OVER the hound. Indy ties a large KNOT in the open curtain end. The
dog is TRAPPED.
Indy TURNS. The SECOND MASTIFF is only a FEW FEET AWAY. BARRELLING
toward Indy. Indiana HOPS to the window ledge. He OPENS the window.
The Mastiff LEAPS UPWARD! Indiana JUMPS OUT OF THE WINDOW! The dog
FOLLOWS Indy, also JUMPING OUT OF THE WINDOW!
EXT. WINDOW
The Mastiff FALLS. Flying hundreds of feet into the ROCKY WATERS
BELOW. The hound's vicious howl FADES. CAMERA PANS from the water and
STOPS ON INDIANA JONES! Indy has OUTSMARTED the Mastiff. Be HANGS onto
the swinging WINDOW FRAME. SAFE. He LEAPS back inside the room.
INT. BANQUET ROOM
Baron Seagrove pours himself a glass of WINE. A very ANGRY Indiana
walks toward the Baron.
INDIANA
Chow time's over, mister. You better
start talkin'.
The Baron still IGNORES Indiana.
INDIANA
There's a lot of strange things
happening around here...
A SUIT OF ARMOR, located a few feet behind Indy, suddenly TWITCHES.
Its arm LOWERS. Its head slowly TURNS.
Indiana still walks TOWARD the Baron, who is only concerned with
spreading butter on his bread. Indy SHOUTS.
INDIANA
...and I want some answers! Do you
hear me?
(louder)
I want some answers! Now!
There is a LOUD CREAK OF METAL. A huge, sharp BATTLE AXE SHOOTS INTO
FRAME! SWINGING toward Indy's head! Indiana SPINS. The axe is only
INCHES from his face. Indy LEAPS BACK. WHOOSH! The axe SLICES through
the air. JUST MISSING Indy. The shaken Indiana is SHOCKED to see
A GLISTENING, BLACK SUIT OF ARMOR! The black knight is nearly SEVEN
FEET TALL! It has COME TO LIFE and is walking TOWARD Indy. The black
knight is WILDLY swinging the battle axe. Indiana continues to STEP
BACK... BACK... Unbeknownst to Indy, his steps are leading him toward
ANOTHER SUIT OF ARMOR! Also over seven feet tall, this armor is made
of a SILVERY, WHITE METAL! As Indy moves CLOSER, the WHITE KNIGHT
OPENS ITS ARMS! When Indy is within reach, the white knight LOCKS its
powerful arms around Indy's chest! Indiana TRIES to break free. NO
GOOD. The white knight's grip is TOO TIGHT. Indy is TRAPPED!
The black knight still COMES TOWARD Indiana. Its frenzied axe SWINGS
back and forth. Indy still STRUGGLES with the white knight's bone
crunching grip.
The black knight is only a FEW FEET from Indy. Its deadly axe blade
INCHES from Indy's face. Indiana MOVES FAST. He JERKS his body
forward. This FLIPS the white knight off its feet! OVER Indy's head.
The white knight FLIES INTO the black knight. CRASH! This sends both
knights FALLING to the floor.
Indiana SHOOTS to his feet. The two knights LEAP to their feet. They
CHASE Indy. The black knight armed with his AXE, the white knight
armed with a long, sharp SWORD!
Baron Seagrove SPOONS another helping of boiled potatoes onto his
plate.
Indy snatches a SHIELD and SWORD from a nearby wall display. Ready to
FIGHT. The knights are UPON HIM. Indiana battles BOTH knights. He
DEFENDS the bludgeoning battle axe with his shield, and SWORDFIGHTS
the other knight! THRASH! CLANG! The sound of HEAVY METAL fills the
room!
Indy's sword STRIKES the white knight's thick chest. The sword SNAPS
IN TWO. In the confusion, Indy's shield is KNOCKED from his hand by
the powerful battle axe. Indy is DEFENSLESS.
The two metal giants RAISE their weapons. HIGH. AIMING for Indy's
head. The two knights SWING! Indy DIVES to the floor! The knights
CAN'T STOP their weapons in time... CRUNCH! They deliver a HARD BLOW
to each other! The woozy knights WOBBLE and SPIN. In a momentary DAZE.
Indiana JUMPS to his feet.
The BLACK KNIGHT hisses. FURIOUS. He DASHES after Indiana. The WHITE
KNIGHT is still REELING from the blow.
Seeing the black knight in HOT PURSUIT, Indy searches for a WEAPON. He
spots the curtain's long, thick ROPE. LYING on the floor.
The black knight is nearly UPON Indy. AXE RAISED! Indiana GRABS the
rope. He SPINS. FACING the knight. Indy SNAPS HIS WRIST! A LOUD CRACK!
The rope SHOOTS FORWARD! Not unlike Indiana's familiar WHIP!
The rope WRAPS itself around the black knight's neck. Indy JERKS the
whip forward. HARD. This sends the knight FLYING THROUGH THE AIR! The
knight crashes into the stone FOONTAIN! Several of the fountain's
sculptures SHATTER into pieces. The dazed, dented black knight
ATTEMPTS to stand...but LOSES his footing. The knight FALLS backward.
Into the fountain's WIDE DRAIN OPENING! Its HEAVY ARMOR causes the
knight to SINK. DISAPPEARING into the hole. Into the POOL OF WATER.
Indy CATCHES HIS BREATH. The white knight's SWORD SWINGS INTO FRAME!
SLICING through Indiana's jacket! Indy JUMPS BACK. The vicious white
knight COMES toward him.
Indiana TURNS to run. Finding himself at the BANQUET TABLE. Face to
face with the ROASTED PIG. A few feet away, Baron Seagrove CONTINUES
to dine. The white knight raises his sword ABOVE Indy. WHOOSH! The
sword begins to swing DOWN! Indiana DUCKS and DODGES the deadly blows.
Instead of carving Indiana, the knight's sword manages to SLICE
perfect sections of the roasted pig. The satisfied Baron HELPS HIMSELF
to a freshly carved slice of pork.
Indiana LEAPS onto the table top. Trying to ESCAPE the living suit of
armor. But the white knight CLIMBS up onto the table. FOLLOWING Indy.
The sword slashing knight PURSUES Indy along the table top. Indy
GLANCES upward. To the heavy CHANDELIER. Indy SMILES. A PLAN. He
continues to STEP BACKWARD. Leading the knight DIRECTLY BELOW the
chandelier.
At the precise moment, Indy picks up a STERLING SILVER PLATE from the
table top. Indy WHISKS the plate in the air. Toward the ROPE that
holds the chandelier. The spinning plate SEVERS the rope. The
chandelier FLIES DOWNWARDl! CRASHING ON TOP of the white knight! The
knight lies BENEATH the chandelier. MOTIONLESS. The sword DROPS from
its lifeless hand. Onto the TABLE TOP.
Indy takes the knight's SWORD. Eyes on FIRE, sword OUTSTRETCHED,
Indiana WALKS across the table top. HEADED for Baron Seagrove.
The Baron prepares to take ANOTHER BITE of his food. THE SWORD SHOOTS
INTO FRAME! The tip of the blade RESTS upon Baron Seagrove's rubbery
throat. Indiana SNARLS.
INDIANA
Haven't you had enough?
Baron Seagrove finally LOOKS at Indiana. The Baron LOWERS his fork.
His face twists into an EERIE GRIN. He begins LAUGHING. It's the SAME
MANIACAL LAUGH we heard earlier. Indy responds by BLOWING OUT the
flame of the mysterious candle.
The room's door BURSTS OPEN! INSPECTOR MACGOWAN and GALBRAITH dash
inside. They HURRY to Baron Seagrove. Their PISTOLS aimed at him.
Galbraith HANDCUFFS the Baron. MacGowan looks at the BRUISED, BLOODIED
and TATTERED Indiana Jones.
MACGOWAN
Now you can get back to your
fishing, Doctor Jones.
INDIANA
No chance, Mac. My plane leaves in
the morning. Vacation's over. Gotta'
get back to school.
MACGOWAN
(shakes his head)
'Tis a shame to go home empty
handed...
(smiles, an idea)
Tell ya' what, my friend... I fancy
me'self quite the fisherman...
Tomorrow, I'll go out and catch you
a real beauty, eh?...
INDIANA
(sarcastic smirk)
Right. Send it to me airmail.
MACGOWAN
(incredulous)
Doctor Jones! A MacGowan's word is
truer than...
INDIANA
Yeah, yeah...an angel's kiss. I
know.
They EXIT the room.
EXT. CASTLE
The villagers SURROUND the castle. Their BRIGHT TORCHES are raised
high in the air. Baron Seagrove is LED out of the castle by Indiana
and the Police. The crowd begins to WHISPER. ANXIOUS. EXCITED. As the
Baron is led to the POLICE VEHICLE, he turns and LOOKS at Indy. The
Baron speaks in a TREMBLING, RASPY voice. His eyes are WILD.
BARON SEAGROVE
No...jail...can...hold...me.
A CHILL rushes through Indiana. The Baron turns, CONTINUING to the
Police wagon. One of the villagers SHOUTS.
VILLAGER
'E's done it! Indiana Jones has
captured the killer!
The crowd CHEERS. Indiana gives a HUMBLE NOD and WAVE. MacGowan SHAKES
Indy's hand. Indy glances to the POLICE VEHICLE.
INDY'S POV
Baron Seagrove CLIMBS into the back compartment of the police vehicle.
Galbraith CLOSES the vehicle doors. The Baron is still VISIBLE through
the vehicle's windows. He LIGHTS a cigarette. It appears that the
MATCH FLAME SHINES THROUGH THE BARON'S BODY! It's as if he were a
GHOST!
Indiana TURNS to the others. Eyes WIDE. SHOCKED. But it is obvious
that NO ONE else has SEEN the apparition. MacGowan notices the PALE
expression on Indy's face.
MACGOWAN
What is it, man? You look as if
you've seen a screamin' banshee!
Indy POINTS back to the police vehicle. But it has already DEPARTED.
It drives over a far hill, DISAPPEARING INTO THE NIGHT. Indy SIGHS,
turning back to MacGowan.
INDIANA
Ah... It was nothing, Mac. Nothing
at all.
CAMERA DOLLIES INTO INDIANA'S TROUBLED, UNCERTAIN FACE. THE BARON'S
LAUGH FILLS THE SOUND TRACK.
SLOW DISSOLVE:
EXT. MARSHALL UNIVERSITY - A FEW DAYS LATER
Early AFTERNOON. A RAINY Spring day. Students RUN to the University
doors, protecting themselves with textbooks.
INT. INDIANA JONES' OFFICE
Rain SPLATTERS the window of this cramped, CLUTTERED room. Crooked
stacks of dog eared TEXTBOOKS and PAPERS nearly reach the ceiling. The
spindly bookshelves are stuffed with various ARCHEOLOGICAL RELICS and
INSTRUMENTS: animal and bird skeletons, fossils, primitive statues,
etc. Sitting at a small wooden desk, amidst a mountain of TERM PAPERS,
is INDIANA JONES. Indy is WEARING a brown three piece suit and
circular, wire rimmed glasses. In one hand, he holds a STUDENT SEAT
ASSIGNMENT CARD, as he hurriedly READS through the term papers. He
furiously GRADES each paper.
To make matters worse; the office is CROWDED WITH STUDENTS, with
countless others POURING out into the hallway. All of the students are
ANXIOUS to get inside. They are BADGERING, COMPLAINING and MOANING at
Indy.
TEDDY
Doctor Jones... I took your class
instead of all the others!... I
coulda' had Professor Needles...
Professor Eisenschmidt...
Professor...
ANGELA
You promised. You said you'd have
'em graded by yesterday.
VIRGIL
My paper finished yet? Name's
"Virgil Vektor". That's VIRGIL.
(spelling it out)
Capital V... I... R...
JULIA
My parents paid good money to send
me here. You know how much they
shelled out for your class?
CHARLES
He doesn't care about us. He only
wants fame and fortune. We're just a
buncha' peons to him.
VIRGIL
VEKTOR. Capital V... E... K...
Indiana continues to grade the papers, trying to IGNORE the verbal
assault. BETSY TUFFET pushes her way to the front. Betsy is Indy's
STUDENT ASSISTANT. She is 21 YEARS OLD, with thick, luxurious black
hair, bright brown eyes and a small framed, athletic body. Betsy is a
TOUGH. BRASH. A BROOKLYN kid. She moves CLOSE to Indy, her hair
brushing his cheek. Indiana is very TENSE, continuously working on the
term papers.
BETSY
Hello, Ind --
(giggle)
Doctor Jones.
INDIANA
Not now, Betsy.
BETSY
LOOK at all of those papers!
INDIANA
Please, I...
BETSY
Want me to come by later? Help you
grade?
INDIANA
Help me grade. Yeah. Sure.
BETSY
Goodbye, Ind --
(giggles)
Doctor Jones!
She EXITS. Indy SIGHS. Again, the obnoxious student SHOUTS.
VIRGIL
Didja' get the name? VIRGIL! Capital
V... I... R...
PROFESSOR THAD PRIESTLY enters, pushing Virgil aside. Priestly is a
young, wisecracking, greasy haired AQUAINTANCE of Indy's. He SHOVES a
photograph BENEATH Indy's nose.
PRIESTLY
Moby Dick.
INDIANA
Huh?...
PRIESTLY
(points to photo)
That's what I named 'im. Captain
said it was the biggest fish he ever
saw.
Indiana GLANCES to the photo. It is a picture of Prof. Priestly
dressed in fisherman's outfit, standing on a pier, holding a GIANT
FISH. Indy STEAMS. Priestly gives him a MANLY SLAP to the back.
PRIESTLY
What about you, Jonesey? You were
over in Scotty-land for two weeks...
Didja' catch the big one?...
INDIANA
Look, Priestly... I'm real busy...
Indy is suddenly INTERRUPTED by a HARD SLAP to his face. He LOOKS UP.
A beautiful, blonde student, REBECCA, stands over his desk. She
SCREAMS. FURIOUS.
REBECCA
Two-timing bastard!
Indiana RUBS his jaw. STARTLED. Rebecca CONTINUES.
REBECCA
How could you?!?... My own
Mother?!?... In my own bed?!?...
(slaps him again)
I've had it with you! It's over!
Priestly HIDES his chuckle. Rebecca THROWS a shirt that obviously
belongs to Indiana on the desk and STORMS out of the room. Indy shakes
his head and CONTINUES working. The students are still HARASSING him.
A LOUD VOICE ECHOES through the room.
POSTMAN (O.S.)
Special Delivery! Dr. Indiana Jones!
A burly POSTMAN stands in the doorway, holding a thick, enormous BROWN
ENVELOPE. Indy MOTIONS to the postman. The Postman tries to MAKE his
way through the crowd. Indiana goes back to his grading, but is
suddenly INTERRUPTED BY A LOUD TAPPING NOISE. He LOOKS UP. DEAN CLAUDE
COVENTRY, a stately, elderly gentleman, RAPS a steel ruler on
Indiana's desk. The Dean is UPSET. Very SERIOUS.
DEAN COVENTRY
Doctor Jones, I've had complaints
from several of the students --
The Postman INTERRUPTS, dropping the heavy envelope onto Indy's desk.
The Postman SHOVES a yellow paper in front of Indy.
POSTMAN
Sign here.
Indy SIGNS. Dean Coventry continues LECTURING.
DEAN COVENTRY
They feel that you are ignoring
them, that you are distracted...
INDIANA
(gives Postman the
signed paper)
Me?... Distracted?...
POSTMAN
(staring at Indy's
signature, puzzled)
What's this? "B+"? That's how you
sign your name?
Indy GRABS the paper. He's signed a "B+" on the LINE where his name is
supposed to appear. Indy CROSSES out the grade and signs his name.
Professor Coventry still LECTURES Indiana.
DEAN COVENTRY
Marshall University is not the place
for sloppy behavior...
At that moment, Indy OPENS the envelope! A LARGE AMOUNT OF WATER POURS
OUT! SATURATING the papers on the desk! This is followed by an
ENORMOUS DEAD TROUT! It FLOPS onto Indy's desk. The students exchange
STARTLED and NAUSEOUS glances. Indiana removes a water logged NOTE
from the envelope. It reads, "A MACGOWAN'S WORD IS TRUER THAN AN
ANGEL'S KISS". Indiana uses a TISSUE to WIPE some of the water from
his desk. Dean Coventry SHAKES A FINGER at Indy.
DEAN COVENTRY
I have one final warning for you,
Doctor Jones --
THE PHONE RINGS! INTERRUPTING the Dean! Indiana quickly ANSWERS the
phone. A FUMING Dean Coventry impatiently waits to finish his threat.
Indiana SPEAKS into the receiver.
INDIANA
Yes... Oh, Hello, Marcus... Look,
can you hold on?...
(back to Dean)
You were saying, sir?
DEAN COVENTRY
Either you begin concentrating on
your --
INDIANA
(interrupted by phone)
Yes, Marcus... I'm still here...
Just hold on!
(back to Dean)
I'm very sorry, sir...
DEAN COVENTRY
(boiling)
-- concentrating on your teaching
duties or --
INDIANA
(into phone)
Damn it, Marcus! I'm standing here
with Dean... What?.. Just how
important?...
(listening, impatient)
It is, huh?... Okay. Five minutes.
Yeah. I'll be right over. But this
better be important, Marcus!
Indiana HANGS UP. He gives an EMBARASSED look to the furious, red
faced Dean.
DEAN COVENTRY
You are on probation, Jones! Ten
days! If there is no improvement,
you will be dismissed!
The Dean STORMS OUT of the room. Indiana GATHERS the wet papers. He
begins to EXIT the room, EXPLAINING to the students as he makes his
way through the crowd.
INDIANA
I promise...by tomorrow...I'll have
all of these graded...and DRIED!
Indiana continues making APOLOGIES and EXCUSES. The obnoxious student
again SHOUTS at him.
VIRGIL
VIRGIL VEKTOR! Capital V... I...
R...
INDIANA
(hands him paper)
"F"!
Virgil STARES at his paper, adorned with a large RED "F"! Indiana
EXITS the room.
INT. HISTORY MUSEUM - PREHISTORIC ROOM
The large room is filled with skeletons, fossils and statues dating
back to the DAWN OF MAN. Indiana, his arms cluttered with the soaking
term papers, hurriedly enters the museum with MARCUS BRODY. Marcus is
very ANXIOUS. EXCITED. He carries a l6MM METAL FILM CANNISTER beneath
his arm. Indiana is very IMPATIENT. His eyes dart to a full sized
skeleton of a TYRONOSAURUS REX.
INDIANA
This better be important, Marcus...
or the museum will soon be
displaying my bones. My teaching
career is in danger of extinction.
MARCUS
(smiles)
You will not be disappointed,
Indiana.
CUT TO:
CLOSE-UP: AN ANCIENT PAINTING. The watercolor features an upright,
wrinkled face SUN WU KUNG, the STONE MONKEY KING. But the monkey is
NOT made of stone. He appears to be HALF HUMAN... HALF MONKEY. His
face is WISE. His coal black eyes are PENETRATING. He wears a LION
SKIN ROBE, and holds a tall, GOLDEN HOOPED STAFF. Sun Wu Kung stands
amidst a garden of luscious, ripe PEACE TREES. He is surrounded by a
HEAVENLY GLOW, a bright ray of light that emanates from an opening in
the CLOUDS.
MARCUS (O.S.)
...Look familiar?
CAMERA PULLS BACK. We are inside of the museum BOARD ROOM. Marcus
holds the tattered painting before Indiana, who sits at a desk, still
feverishly GRADING the wet term papers. After he finishes each paper,
Indy PINS it to a nearby bulletin board for drying. He GLANCES to the
painting of Sun Wu Kung.
INDIANA
"Sun wu Kung, The Stone Monkey
King". Big deal. That was ten years
ago, Marcus.
(going back to papers,
wanting to change
subject)
Geez! This Heller kid's got the
worst grammar.
MARCUS
Ten years or fifty years. It will
always be in your blood.
INDIANA
(ignoring Marcus)
Don't believe this... He spells
"repeat" with two "E's".
MARCUS
Think back, Indiana. Remember your
desire? Your passion?
INDIANA
(still ignores Marcus)
Kid gets an "A" on content...a "D"
on form.
MARCUS
(angry, slams his fist
on the desk)
Damn it, man! You can't bury those
feelings forever!
Indiana finally LOOKS UP from the papers. He glances at Marcus, then
LOOKS at the painting. CAMERA DOLLIES INTO Indiana's face. He becomes
very SERIOUS. SOMBER. His eyes are EMPTY. Memories of FAILURE fill his
head.
INDIANA
Two years. Nearly two years of my
life...looking for the remains of
that Monkey...a piece of his
legendary Golden Hooped Rod...or
some sign of the Lost City.
(shakes his head)
Nine men perished on the journey.
Rest of us nearly died from
starvation or one of the many
horrible deseases we discovered...
(looks back to papers,
in a near whisper)
We still came back empty handed.
MARCUS
(threading the
projector)
One mustn't give up so easily,
Indiana.
INDIANA
Give up?!?... Marcus, we spent
thirteen months in China!...another
seven in India!...
MARCUS
But none in Africa.
INDIANA
(puzzled expression)
There was no proof...archeological
or anthropological...to indicate
that Sun Wu-Kung ever visited
Africa...
MARCUS
Until now.
Marcus TURNS OFF the room lights.
INDIANA
Hey... My papers...
Marcus STARTS the projector. A BLACK AND WHITE image flickers on the
far wall. We see a PYGMY, standing in what appears to be a grassy
area. The pygmy's name is TYKI. He is ADORABLE. A little Over FOUR
FEET TALL, his body is TAUT, MUSCULAR. His long black hair is SHAGGY,
his eyes are WIDE and BRIGHT. Almost CHILDLIKE. His face is CUTE.
IMPISH. Covered with a very INQUISITIVE expression. Tyki's energy is
BOUNDLESS. He cannot stop MOVING. Standing BESIDE Tyki, is
DR. CLARE CLARKE. 32 years old. A tall, strikingly BEAUTIFUL woman.
She is COMMUNICATING with Tyki in sign language.
MARCUS
The woman is Dr. Clare Clarke. The
famous zoologist. She works in
Africa, studying animals in their
natural habitat.
INDIANA
Very interesting, Marcus. Now if
you'll turn the lights back on --
MARCUS
(continuing)
Three weeks ago, Dr. Clarke
discovered that cute little
fellow... "Tyki"...a pygmy of an
unusual race...unrelated to any
known African tribe...
INDIANA
(bored)
Marcus. The lights.
MARCUS
Dr. Clarke believes that Tyki comes
from the Lost Civilization of Sun
Wu-Kung.
Indiana PAUSES. He STANDS, walking closer to the flickering image.
Suddenly INTERESTED.
INDIANA
What?... But how did Miss --
MARCUS
"Doctor".
INDIANA
"Doctor" Clake. How did she arrive
at such a preposterous hypothesis?
MARCUS
The pygmy speaks in a language that
has no African origins...but bears a
strong resemblance to Chinese.
INDIANA
Means nothing. The rivers of Africa
have been plagued by various
Oriental Pirates and Scavengers
since the 16th Century.
(turns from screen)
Not much evidence, Marcus.
MARCUS
There's more. The pygmy was found
wearing an ornamental peach stone
around his neck...believed to come
from Sun Wu-Kung's legendary Garden
Of Immortal Peaches.
INDIANA
(skeptical)
Marcus, there are countless
undiscovered African tribes...all
with various obscure beliefs and
practices...
(smirks)
One tribe may wear peach stones...
another may wear banana peels...
Indiana WALKS back to his papers. Marcus PAUSES.
MARCUS
There is one final bit of
evidence...
INDIANA
Enlighten me.
MARCUS
The pygmy is over 200 years old.
Indiana ADJUSTS his spectacles. He STARES at the black and white
image. The cute pygmy appears to be in his MID-TWENTIES. He walks to
the CAMERA, STARING into the lens. Tyki examines the camera with
CURIOSITY.
INDIANA
That's impossible.
MARCUS
Dr. Clarke has done a considerable
amount of testing on the pygmy's
clothing...his sandals...everything
was over 200 years old.
INDIANA
(skeptical)
He's probably wearing his Great
Grandfather's stuff.
CAMERA PANS BACK to the projected image. Tyki begins to UNSCREW the
camera lens. The picture goes OUT OF FOCUS. The film RUNS OUT. Marcus
TURNS OFF the projector and flips ON the overhead room lights. Indiana
gives Marcus a PUZZLED look.
INDIANA
What does all of this have to do
with me?
MARCUS
Dr. Clarke wants to mount an
expedition to find the Lost City of
Sun Wu-Kung. She is quite familiar
with your reputation...she'd like
you to come along.
INDIANA
(gathering his papers)
No chance.
MARCUS
There will be money involved... The
museum is willing to fund the
expedition...
INDIANA
Sorry, Marcus. I've burned this
bridge.
Indiana TURNS and begins to WALK out of the room. Marcus CALLS him.
MARCUS
Indiana...
Indy TURNS. He WAVES the papers at Marcus.
INDIANA
Marcus. Please. I've got to finish
these...
MARCUS
You've got to finish something much
more important. You crossed the
threshold over a decade ago...and
it's been tearing at your insides
ever since.
(passionate)
My friend, if there is even one iota
of truth in Dr. Clarke's findings...
then you can lift the veil of
mystery that has surrounded this
Chinese legend for Centuries. You
may uncover the secrets to a Lost
Civilization...and possibly, to
man's never ending search for
immortality.
Indiana STARES at the painting of Sun Wu Kung.
MARCUS
Indiana... Can you afford to pass up
the single most important adventure
of your life?
Indiana has NO ANSWER for Marcus. Indy PICKS up the painting. A
THRILLING expression slowly covers Indiana's face. His eyes GLIMMER.
Filled with a long, lost EXCITEMENT. The SOUND TRACK MUSIC SOARS!
CUT TO:
CLOSE UP: THE STACK OF TERM PAPERS
The papers are slightly CRUMPLED. Still WET. A DROP OF WATER hits the
papers. CAMERA PANS UPWARD. BETSY TUFFET, Indy's student assistant,
sits at the desk, grading the papers. She is CRYING. Her falling TEARS
soak the papers. We are INSIDE of Indiana's apartment. LATER that
evening.
INDIANA stands in the background. He is hurriedly PACKING his bags.
His familiar GUN, HAT and WHIP lie on the bed, beside the suitcase.
Indy NOTICES that Betsy is crying. He WALKS to Betsy. Indy puts his
arm on Betsy's shoulder, attempting to COMFORT her. Betsy SNAPS at
Indy.
BETSY
You can't do this to me!
INDIANA
(shaking tears off the
papers)
C'mon, Betsy. Relax. You're gettin'
'em all wet again.
BETSY
You just can't go away...I mean...
Africa is so far away, and...well...
(heartfelt)
I love you, Indy.
INDIANA
Thought we agreed this was s'posed
to be casual...
BETSY
You call what happened last night
"casual".
INDIANA
My dear...a momentary lapse into
passion does not a love affair make.
BETSY
(very upset)
Momentary lapse! So that's all I am
to you!
Betsy SHOOTS to her feet, walking OFF SCREEN.
INDIANA
Betsy... Wait...
Indiana SIGHS. His eye CATCHES one of the termpapers. He begins to
READ, making a few CORRECTIONS.
We see Betsy's HAND removes Indiana's WHIP from the bed.
Indiana continues to CORRECT the papers. Suddenly, there is a CREAKING
NOISE. Indy TURNS. His face goes WHITE. He runs OFF SCREEN.
One end of Indiana's WHIP is attached to an OVERHEAD LAMP. CAMERA PANS
DOWN the whip. The other end has been formed into a NOOSE around
Betsy's neck. Sbe stands on a wooden CHAIR. She KICKS AWAY the chair.
Suddenly GAGGING. Indiana GRABS Betsy in midair. He TAKES the noose
from her neck and PLACES Betsy on the floor.
INDIANA
(angry)
Whatsa' matter with you!... Tryin'
to ruin my whip!...
BETSY
If I can't have you... I don't want
to live.
Indiana TOSSES the whip into his suitcase. He pulls up the chair and
forces Betsy to be SEATED. He pours her a tall glass of BOURBON.
INDIANA
Drink this. You'll feel better.
Indiana WALKS to his suitcase, continuing to pack. His BACK is to
Betsy. She raises the GLASS to her lips. She PAUSES, reading a MESSAGE
on the Bourbon bottle. It reads: DANGER! CONTENTS FLAMMABLE! Betsy
BEAMS. An IDEA. She LIFTS the bottle over her head and begins to DOUSE
her body with the liquid.
Indiana is BUSY folding his clothing. Suddenly, we hear the FLICK OF A
MATCHSTICK! Indy TURNS. He sees the bourbon covered Betsy preparing to
LIGHT HER BODY ON FIRE! Indy DASHES forward. He BLOWS OUT the match,
moments before it SPARKS Betsy's clothing. Indy SHAKES Betsy by the
shoulders.
INDIANA
C'mon, Betsy... Get a hold of
yourself. You're young. There are a
lot of other guys...
BETSY
Not like you.
INDIANA
(succumbing to his ego)
That's true...
(realizing his mistake)
But that's no reason to stop living!
Besides, I'm too old for you. By the
time you're seventy five, I'll be...
(calculates, the thought
of it makes him grimace)
Yeccchhh! I'll be disgusting.
Indiana TURNS and finishes his packing. Betsy SIGHS. She notices an
enormous, STONE AFRICAN URN. The 150 POUND antique sits atop a section
of BOOKSHELVES.
Meanwhile, Indiana makes certain that his gun is PACKED. He places the
familiar HAT on his head and begins to CLOSE the suitcase.
CLOSE UP: THE AFRICAN URN. It is WOBBLING. SHAKING. Moving CLOSER and
CLOSER to the edge of the bookshelves. CAMERA PANS TO THE FLOOR. Betsy
LIES here. Directly BELOW the trembling urn. Betsy SHAKES the
bookshelves, causing the urn to TILT and SHIVER. The urn is nearly
HALFWAY OFF of the edge. If it falls...the urn will CRUSH Betsy's
head.
Indiana STRUGGLES with closing his tightly packed suitcase.
The urn FALLS! HEADED STRAIGHT for Betsy! Indiana SUDDENLY GRABS the
urn. In MIDAIR. Inches before it STRIKES Betsy. Indiana RESTS the urn
on the floor. He HELPS Betsy to her feet. Betsy WRAPS her arms tightly
around Indiana.
BETSY
Don't leave me, Indy!
Indiana PICKS UP his suitcase and tries to WALK to the door. But
Betsy's arms are still TIGHTLY WRAPPED around him. Finally, Indy
STOPS. His eyes BURN through Betsy.
INDIANA
(cruel)
Look... You're just a flighty kid.
Twenty minutes after I walk out this
door, you'll have a date with the
college Romeo. Two hours from now,
you'll be madly in love with him. By
tomorrow, you'll forget I ever
existed.
Hurt, Betsy REMOVES her arms from Indiana. He gives her a QUICK KISS
to the cheek and hurriedly EXITS. Betsy GLARES at the closed door. A
TOUGH, ANGRY expression covers her face.
BETSY
Never underestimate the
determination of a Brooklyn girl,
Doctor Jones. Never.
DISSOLVE TO:
LONG SHOT - AN OCEAN LINER
The SILHOUETTE of the ship sails across the water. A beautiful ORANGE
SKY fills the background.
INDIANA JONES
stands aboard the ship's DECK. It is a typical, 30's LUXURY Ocean
liner, filled with vacationing TOURISTS. Indiana STARES into the
sunrise. His face is a study in CONCENTRATION and INTENSITY. He
anxiously AWAITS his adventure.
DISSOLVE TO:
MAP OF THE WORLD
A MOVING RED LINE traces Indiana's journey across the ocean, toward
AFRICA. The red line comes to a stop at MOZAMBIQUE.
EXT. CENTRAL MOZAMBIQUE - BEIRA - A HOT, SUNNY AFTERNOON
Chief PORT on the coast. Gateway to the ZAMBESI RIVER. SUPPLY SHIPS,
SAILBOATS and RAFTS line the marina. The docks are crowded with
various MERCHANTS and SAILORS, unloading their goods. Small SHOPS and
RESTAURANTS clutter the waterfront. Behind them are rows of one story,
low square HOMES. Tall, healthy PALM TREES surround the Area.
An OCEAN LINER has anchored along the shore. Several PASSENGERS exit
from the ship. INDIANA steps onto the ocean liner's exit ramp. He is
UNSHAVEN, wearing his traditional LEATHER JACKET and HAT. Indy LOOKS
AROUND, expecting to MEET someone.
INDY'S POV - THE DOCK
There is a a LOUD CAR HORN. Crowds of pedestrians LEAP out of the way.
A rusted, yellow MODEL-T barrels along the rickety dock. The word
"TAXI" is crudely painted on the car's trembling doors. The car's
tires are WOBBLING. LOOSE. Thick, black SMOKE pours from the cracked
EXHAUST PIPE. The ancient car RATTLES and GRINDS.
Upon seeing the car, Indiana SMILES.
At the foot of the ocean liner's ramp, the car SCREECHES TO A STOP!
SCRAGGY BRIER
Indiana's friend and guide, JUMPS out of the taxi. Scraggy is a rough,
unkempt AFRICAN MAN. An elderly fellow, with the ENERGY and VITALITY
of a youth. His snow white hair and beard are WILD. SPIKED. He wears
TATTERED, DIRTY clothes that are many sizes too large for his SKINNY
body. Homemade CROCODILE SANDALS flop on his feet.
Scraggy suddenly breaks into a WILD GRIN. He SPOTS Indiana. Scraggy
SHOOTS up the exit ramp, running through the crowd of people. Scraggy
stops a FEW FEET in front of Indiana. Scraggy WAVES his arms before
him, as if he were BLESSING Indiana. Following this, Scraggy LEAPS
into Indy's arms. Indiana CRADLES Scraggy like a child. Speaking with
a Portugese accent, Scraggy EXCLAIMS...
SCRAGGY
Indy! At last we are reunited!
(looks to sky)
Oh, Keechingo, God Of Friendship...I
thank you for granting my wish!
Indy RESTS Scraggy back onto the ramp. Scraggy MOVES to assist Indiana
with his luggage. Before picking it up, Scraggy RAISES his arms over
the baggage. Again, he BLESSES the suitcases. Scraggy then PICKS UP
the bags. Indy CHUCKLES.
INDIANA
I see you haven't changed, Scraggy.
SCRAGGY
Mahootmek, God Of Goodness, say...
"Before body make contact with
foreign object...one must cast out
bad spirits, or -- "
INDIANA
" -- or bad spirits will enter your
body!"
SCRAGGY
Yes! You have excellent memory,
Indy.
INDIANA
I should! Last time we saw each
other...you made me wear the same
clothes for 3 weeks straight.
SCRAGGY
Never separate body from clothes, or
bad spirits will hide in pockets!
INDIANA
In other words... If people never
changed clothes...there would be no
evil in the world.
SCRAGGY
Exactly!
INDIANA
(chuckles, puts his arm
around Scraggy)
I missed all a' your crazy
philosophies, Scraggy.
SCRAGGY
They not so crazy, Indy.
(serious, eyes wide with
fear)
These days... There is much evil in
the air. I feel it. Everywhere.
Indy and Scraggy CONTINUE to walk down the ramp, moving OFF SCREEN.
CAMERA PANS TO A FEW FEET BEHIND THEM. CAMERA STOPS, as the SCREEN IS
FILLED WITH A LARGE, BLAZING RED SWASTIKA! CAMERA PANS UPWARD. We see
that this is the SLEEVE OF A GERMAN SOLDIER. CAMERA STOPS on the face
of
SGT. HELMUT GUTTERBUHG
A thin, skeletal NAZI. He resembles the ANGEL OF DEATH. Gutterbuhg's
face is NARROW and SUNKEN. His deep set eyes are a frightening LIGHT
BLUE. His complexion is PALE. EMOTIONLESS. His hair is BLONDE.
STRINGY. His right arm appears RIGID. It rests STIFFLY at his side.
Gutterbuhg FOLLOWS Indy and Scraggy through the crowd. The Nazi
REMOVES something from his pocket. It is a tiny, MECHANICAL ITEM. It
resembles a COCKROACH. We see that it is a mini RADIO TRANSMITTER.
Gutterbuhg WHISPERS into it.
GUTTERBUHG
(German, English
subtitles)
Are we making contact?
The mechanical roach's eyes BLINK RED. Gutterbuhg gives a CHILLING
SMILE.
Meanwhile, Indiana and Scraggy ARRIVE at the Taxi. Scraggy begins to
SECURE Indy's baggage to the roof. Indy OPENS the rear door of the
cab. He begins to CLIMB into the back seat. He is met with a SWIFT
KICK TO THE STOMACH! He FALLS to the ground. The wind KNOCKED out of
him. Scraggy RUNS to the open door, scolding the person INSIDE.
SCRAGGY
Dr. Clarke! Why you kick Dr.
Jones?...
DR. CLARE CLARKE
STEPS OUT of the shadows of the car. We RECOGNIZE her from Marcus'
film, but she is even MORE BEAUTIFUL in person. She is the SAME AGE as
Indy. Her hair is BRIGHT RED. She removes her glasses, revealing
sparkling GREEN EYES. She is very PRIM. Very PROPER. But extremely
INTELLIGENT and QUICK WITTED. She is dressed in KHAKI SLACKS and
SHIRT. She speaks in a slight BRITISH ACCENT. She hurriedly ASSISTS
Indiana to his feet.
CLARE
Dr. Jones! Forgive me.
INDIANA
No sweat.
CLARE
Thought I was being attacked by a
degenerate sailor.
INDIANA
No. Just a degenerate archeologist.
CLARE
Your appearance is deceiving.
INDIANA
Likewise.
They exchange a handshake and a SMILE. Immediately ATTRACTED to each
other.
PORTER (O.S.)
Indiana Jones! Calling passenger
Indiana Jones!
Indiana TURNS. A ship PORTER walks through the crowd, pushing a LARGE
BARREL on a dolly. Indy WAVES to the Porter. The Porter STOPS in front
of him.
PORTER
You left this aboard ship.
INDIANA
(puzzled)
There must be some mistake... I
didn't --
The Porter POINTS to a section of the barrel that reads: DELIVER TO:
DR. INDIANA JONES.
PORTER
That's you, ain't it?
INDIANA
Well, yeah...but...
The Porter DROPS the barrel in front of Indiana and hurriedly WALKS
back to the ship.
SGT. GUTTERBUHG continues to SPY on Indiana. The Nazi HIDES a few feet
away. In a DARK alleyway.
A puzzled Indiana begins to OPEN the barrel. Scraggy SHOUTS a warning.
SCRAGGY
Indy! Remember Mahootmek, God Of
Goodness! "Before body make contact
with foreign object -- "
Indiana IGNORES Scraggy and begins to PRY OPEN the barrel.
SCRAGGY
"...you must cast out bad spirits!"
Indiana still IGNORES Scraggy. He STRUGGLES with the barrel top,
FLIRTING with Clare.
INDIANA
May I call you "Clare"?
CLARE
Please.
INDIANA
Well, Clare... We've obviously got a
lot of notes to compare... Let's get
started tonight...over dinner.
CLARE
I'd like that very much.
INDIANA
Friend of mine owns a Cafe... He'll
get us a nice quiet table. No
disturbances. Just the two of us --
At that moment, the barrel lid FLIES OFF! The inside if FILLED with
old, brown BANANA PEELS. Suddenly, BETSY'S HEAD POKES THROUGH the
peels! Indiana is SHOCKED. Scraggy SIGHS.
SCRAGGY
I warn you, Indy! You must always
cast out bad spirits!
A dirty, unkempt Betsy LEAPS OUT OF THE BARREL! She THROWS her arms
around Indy.
BETSY
My precious!
CLARE
(puzzled, to Indy)
Your daughter?
INDIANA
My assistant.
BETSY
His girlfriend.
CLARE
(revolted)
A child!
INDIANA
(to Clare)
It's nothing. Really.
(to Betsy)
What the hell are you doing here'?
BETSY
Proving my love for you.
CLARE
How terribly sordid.
INDIANA
(to Clare)
Puppy love. Schoolgirl crush. She'll
get over it.
BETSY
Never. This proves that nothing can
come between us. Not an ocean. Not
two separate Continents.
CLARE
Think I'm going to be ill.
INDIANA
(puzzled, to Betsy)
How...I mean... How could you stay
alive?
BETSY
Hey... I'm from Brooklyn.
INDIANA
But we'ye been sailing for three
weeks!
BETSY
Stowed away in the banana barrel.
Ate my way to the bottom.
CLARE
(nauseous)
Charming.
BETSY
(pointing to Clare)
Hey, Indy... Who's the babe?
CLARE
Your intellectual and emotional
superior.
BETSY
Yeah...well you're gettin' on my
nerves, Miss... Miss...
CLARE
(extends her hand)
"Doctor" Clare Clarke.
BETSY
(reluctantly shaking
Clare's hand)
Betsy Tuffet...
CLARE
As in curds and whey?
BETSY
(getting tough)
Listen, sister... You better stay
away from Indy...
CLARE
My dear, he has no interest in me.
I've already celebrated my tenth
Birthday.
Indiana SHOOTS Clare an angry glance. Indy removes a wad of BILLS from
his pocket. He GIVES them to Betsy.
INDIANA
Look, Betsy... Why don't you get
back on the boat... This time, as a
passenger.
SCRAGGY
Too late, Indy.
Scraggy points toward the OCEAN LINER. The boat is SEVERAL FEET from
shore. It SAILS back out to sea. Indiana STEAMS.
INDIANA
When's the next one out?
SCRAGGY
Two weeks.
Indiana GRUMBLES. An amused Dr. Clarke gets back into the car. Indy
SHOVES Betsy inside. He is FURIOUS.
Before Indiana gets into the car, GUTTERBUHG steps out from the
alleyway. He TOSSES the tiny mechanical COCKROACH at Indiana. The
roach ATTACHES itself to Indy's TROUSER LEG. The tiny transmittor is
very LIGHT. Indiana can feel NOTHING. He gets INTO the car. Scraggy
BLESSES the Taxi and gets into the driver's seat.
Gutterbuhg WATCHES as the battered Model-T DRIVES OFF. The NAZI turns,
walking in an opposite direction. The CAMERA FOLLOWS Gutterbuhg, as he
enters a SEEDY WATERFRONT HOTEL.
INT. HOTEL
Gutterbuhg walks through the DIMLY LIT lobby, filled with dusty, tacky
African furnishings. He turns a corner, into a NARROW, decrepid
hallway. He STOPS at the last DOORWAY. Room 113. He OPENS the door
with a key and ENTERS.
INT. ROOM
A SMALL, MUSTY Hotel room. It is furnished with a SINGLE BED, A SOFA,
TWO CHAIRS and A FIRE PLACE. Two BIZARRE AFRICAN STATUES adorn the
fireplace mantle. Gutterbuhg carefully LOCKS the room door. He walks
to the FIREPLACE. He TILTS one of the African statues forward. There
is a mechanical, CREAKING SOUND. Suddenly, the SOFA BEGINS TO MOVE. It
SLIDES a few feet, revealing an OPENING BENEATH THE FLOOR. A STAIRCASE
leads into the opening. Gutterbuhg DESCENDS the stairs.
INT. OPENING
Gutterbuhg enters a LARGE, BRIGHTLY LIT ROOM. We are inside of A
SECRET NAZI HEADQUARTERS. The room is filled with various
COMMUNICATIONS EQUIPMENT and RADIO TRANSMITTERS. SEVERAL NAZI SOLDIERS
are seated before the equipment, monitoring various radio signals. An
enormous GLASS PANEL covers one wall. THROUGH THE PANEL WE SEE
TWO SPEEDBOATS. LONG. SLEEK. HIGH POWERED. MAHOGANY HULLED. Both
speedboats are adorned with a SWASTIKA. They FLOAT in water, in an
UNDERGROUND, MAN-MADE CHAMBER. Directly BESIDE the speedboats, parked
on a STONE INCLINE, are
TWO AUTOMOBILES. The cars are enormous, beautiful "WOODIES". Equipped
with a RUNNING BOARD and WOOD PANELLED SIDES. The cars GLISTEN. BRAND
NEW.
Gutterbuhg turns to KLAUS, a hulking Nazi who stands in the corner.
Pointing to Klaus' FEET, Gutterbuhg SHOUTS an order to Klaus. CAMERA
PANS to Klaus' feet. The Nazi's BOOT IS UNTIED. A LONG STRING dangles
on the floor. The embarassed Klaus KNEELS and sloppily RE-TIES his
shoe.
Gutterbuhg turns to a Nazi who sits at a RADIO RECEIVER. The Nazi
wears HEADPHONES, LISTENING for a transmission. THE LONG, FRIGHTENING
SHADOW OF A MAN overcomes Gutterbuhg. He TURNS. FEAR covers
Gutterbuhg's face. The shadow RAISES its arm. HEIL HITLER! Gutterbuhg
also RAISES his right arm. But a BIZARRE, MECHANICAL SQUEAK, is caused
by the movement of his arm.
LIEUTENANT WERNER VON MEPEISTO
stands BEFORE Gutterbuhg. Mephisto is a NAZI nightmare. His face is
THICK and BULLISH. His bulging eyes are a reddish BROWN, giving him
the appearance of a DEMON from hell. He has NO FACIAL HAIR. NO
eyebrows. NO eyelashes. Completely BALD. His body is THICK. MUSCULAR.
He is over SIX FEET TALL. He GLARES down at Gutterbuhg.
MEPHISTO
(German, English
subtitles)
Were you successful?
Gutterbuhg gives a TIMID NOD. With trembling fingers, he reaches over
and TURNS UP THE VOLUME of the radio transmission. The voices of
Indiana, Betsy, Clare and Scraggy echo through a TINNY SPEAKER.
Mephisto manages a pleased GRUNT.
MEPHISTO
(German, English
subtitles)
Keep a record of everything that is
said.
Gutterbuhg NUDGES the officer before him. The officer hurriedly begins
to SCRAWL a manuscript of the radio transmission. Mephisto NODS.
MEPHISTO
(German, English
subtitles)
Ever since our battle for the Lost
Ark... The feuhrer has been very
interested in the adventures of
Indiana Jones. Very interested.
CUT TO:
EXT. ZOOLOGICAL COMPOUND
A miniature ZOO. The PEACEFUL compound is surrounded with small man
made lakes and palm trees. There are countless METAL CAGES, filled
with various ANIMALS. The TIGERS, LIONS, GORILLAS and other violent
creatures, are kept BEHIND BARS. But the LLAMAS, GIRAFFES, DEER and
various tame animals are FREE to roam the compound grounds.
Indiana ENTERS with Clare, Betsy and Scraggy. The persistant Betsy is
ANNOYING Indy. She attempts to SNUGGLE closer to him. Indiana PUSHES
her away. Betsy TRIES to hold his hand. Indy SHAKES her loose. Scraggy
WATCHES all of this, GIGGLING to himself.
We hear SINGING. A high, pitched BEAUTIFUL VOICE. Clare walks to the
far end of the compound, toward the SINGING. The others FOLLOW. Betsy
walks by BONZO, A LARGE CHIMPANZEE. As Betsy PASSES, the chimp catches
a FAMILIAR SMELL. Bonzo begins to FOLLOW Betsy.
Clare OPENS the door of a large metal cage. Here, the singing is
LOUDER. Clare ENTERS the cage. Indiana FOLLOWS. Scraggy BLESSES the
cage, then enters. Betsy MOVES to go inside, but Bonzo's LARGE HAIRY
HAND REACHES OUT and GRABS BETSY! PULLING the girl OFF SCREEN!
INT. CAGE
Filled with hand made wooden and bamboo FURNITURE. TYKI, the adorable
PYGMY from Marcus' film, is INSIDE. Tyki is dressed only in a BELTED,
leather loin cloth and SANDALS. He is perched on the floor, working on
a large TAPESTRY. The tapestry depicts a colorful picture of CLOUDS.
The buildings of a LARGE CITY are REFLECTED on the clouds. Tyki
pleasantly SINGS as he does his work.
Upon hearing the cage door OPEN, Tyki LOOKS UP. He SEES Clare. A
JOYOUS SMILE covers his face. The pygmy RUNS to Clare, giving her a
huge HUG and a KISS. Clare INTRODUCES Tyki to the others.
CLARE
Tyki... This is Doctor Jones...
Tyki EXTENDS his right hand. He SHAKES Indiana's hand. Indiana is
CHARMED by the civilized display of friendship. Indy SMILES at Clare.
INDIANA
He's a real gentleman.
CLARE
(shrugs)
Just basic manners. What it takes
most men a lifetime to learn...
Tyki's accomplished in two weeks.
(introduces Scraggy)
This is our guide, Scraggy Brier...
and Miss Bets--
Clare pauses, noticing that Betsy is MISSING. Clare suddenly breaks
into a LAUGH! She points OFF SCREEN. Everyone TURNS.
EXT. COMPOOND
Bonzo is being extremely AFFECTIONATE toward Betsy. The chimpanzee
PULLS and GRABS at Betsy. It is all VERY SIMILIAR to what Betsy has
been doing to Indiana. Betsy WRESTLES with Bonzo, CALLING Indy for
help.
INT. CAGE
Everyone CHUCKLES at Betsy's dillemma.
CLARE
It appears that Bonzo is attracted
to Miss Tuffet's Derfume... Eau De
Banana Peel.
Tyki has gone back to his ARTWORK. A FASCINATED Indiana looks over the
pygmy's shoulder.
INDIANA
Where did you find him?...
CLARE
About ten miles from here. We were
on a photographic expedition...in
the thick of the jungle... I heard
sounds. Whimpering. Moaning. I took
a few steps, and found Tyki. He was
lying in a shallow swamp...semi
conscious...a high fever...nearly
dead from exhaustion. He had
obviously been travelling on foot
for many days, over countless
miles... So I brought him back to
the compound...nursed him back to
health...
Indiana STARES at the pygmy. A skeptical look COVERS his face.
INDIANA
Clare, I hate to quibble with your
anthropological abilities...
CLARE
Quibble.
INDIANA
...but if this little fellow is over
200 years old... I mean... What
accounts for his youthful
appearance?...his vitality?...
Clare OPENS a door at the rear of the cage. It LEADS into another
room, directly behind the CAGE. Clare and Indiana ENTER. Scraggy STAYS
behind. He EXCHANGES a friendly smile with Tyki. Meanwhile, in the
BACKGROUND, we see BETSY and the CHIMPANZEE. They ROLL BY on the
ground. Still WRESTLING.
CLOSE UP: PEACE STONE.
A FRUIT FLY crawls along the peach pit's surface.
CLARE (O.S.)
Tyki was wearing this when I found
him.
CAMERA PULLS BACK. We are in a SMALL, STERILE ROOM. The peach stone
rests on a TABLE. Indiana and Clare STAND over the stone. Indy PICKS
UP the stone, examining it. An annoying FRUIT FLY buzzes around Indy's
head. CAMERA PANS DOWN to Indiana's trouser leg. The RADIO TRANSMITTOR
is still attached to his pants. The tiny bug's eyes BLINK. RED.
CUT TO:
SGT. GUTTERBUHG.
He stands inside of Nazi Headquarters, huddled over the RADIO. The
VOICES of Indiana and Clare echo over the speaker. Gutterbuhg
FURIOUSLY transcribes the conversation.
CLARE (O.S.)
Dr. Jones, you are obviously
familiar with the legend of Sun Wu-
King's Garden of Immortal Peaches?...
INDIANA (O.S.)
A bite from the fruit of that peach
tree would give a person eternal
life...make them forever young...
The vicious Gutterbuhg SMILES. CAMERA PANS to his notebook. Gutterbuhg
underlines the words "FOREVER YOUNG".
CUT BACK TO:
INDIANA
STUDYING the peach pit. The fruit fly continues to BUZZ around
Indiana's head.
INDIANA
There's nothing unusual about this
...nothing to indicate that it's
from Sun Wu Kung's garden...
The fruit fly LANDS on Indiana's neck. Indy SMACKS the fly! KILLING
it! A SHOCKED Clare RUNS to Indiana. She GRABS his hand and GENTLY
removes what remains of the fruit fly. She GLARES at Indiana. FURIOUS.
CLARE
This fruit fly had a normal life-
span of TWENTY FOUR HOURS.
(frustrated sigh)
As an experiment...the fly was put
in this room...alone...with only the
peach stone to sustain its
existence. The fly stayed alive for
THREE WEEKS.
(looks at dead fly)
Until now.
She FLICKS the'fly against the wall. Indy gives an EMBARASSED SHRUG.
INDIANA
Sorry.
Indiana and Clare are suddenly INTERRUPTED by the sound of Scraggy and
Tyki's LAUGHTER. This is followed by the two of them having a
DISCUSSION! In Tyki's FOREIGN TONGUE! Clare and Indy exchange a
SHOCKED GLANCE and DASH out of the room.
INT. CAGE
Scraggy and Tyki are having a CONVERSATION. Clare POINTS to Scraggy,
giving a PUZZLED LOOK to Indiana.
CLARE
He understands him?
INDIANA
(nods)
Scraggy knows hundreds of
languages... He's the best guide in
Africa.
(turns to Scraggy)
Ask Tyki where he came from.
Scraggy NODS and ASKS Tyki. Tyki ANSWERS and POINTS to the painting of
the clouds. Scraggy TRANSLATES.
SCRAGGY
He say... "I come from 'Land Of City
On Clouds'".
INDIANA
(puzzled)
Huh?... What the hell's that s'posed
to mean?
(to Scraggy)
Can he take us there?
Scraggy ASKS Tyki. Tyki ANSWERS. He and Scraggy LAUGH hysterically.
Scraggy LOOKS at Indiana.
SCRAGGY
He say if he could... He would go
back!
Tyki OFFERS some more information to Scraggy. Scraggy TRANSLATES.
SCRAGGY
He say "Pai Cho" may help you.
Indiana's eyes WIDEN. STARTLED. AMAZED. Clare LOOKS at Indy. PUZZLED.
CLARE
"Pai Cho"?
INDIANA
The Sacres Proverbs and Writings of
Sun Wu Kung.
(anxious, looking at
Scraggy)
His disciples always carry the Pai
Cho with them...
Scraggy ASKS Tyki. The pygmy NODS and REMOVES his belt. We see that
the thick belt actually unravels into a CLOTH SCROLL. Tyki KISSES the
scroll and GIVES it to Scraggy. Scraggy nervously OPENS the scroll. It
is filled with countless ANCIENT CHINESE WRITINGS and PROVERBS.
Indiana STARES over Scraggy's shoulder.
INDIANA
Can you translate it?...
Scraggy NODS. Indiana's eyes ANXIOUSLY scan the document. He is
BREATHLESS. EXCITED. The SOUND TRACK MUSIC SOARS.
Suddenly, BETSY AND THE CHIMPANZEE FALL INTO FRAME! ON TOP OF THE
SCROLL! Bonzo STRADDLES Betsy, trying to move his lips TOWARD hers!
She is SCREAMING!
BETSY
Get...him...off...of...me...!
Bonzo moves its lips to Betsy and gives her a BIG KISS! SMACK! Betsy
GRIMACES. Finally, Clare begins to make BIZARRE MONKEY HAND MOTIONS
and SOUNDS. Bonzo TURNS. He UNDERSTANDS Clare. She continues to
COMMUNICATE with the chimp, until Bonzo turns and RUNS out of the
cage! Indiana and Scraggy exchange an IMPRESSED GLANCE. Betsy WIPES
the kiss from her lips.
CUT TO:
CLOSE UP: A FLASHING NEON SIGN.
It reads: "DASHIELL'S AMERICAN BAR". It adorns the front of a stylish,
Mozambique NIGHTCLUB.
INT. DASHIELL'S BAR
DIMLY lit. SMOKY. Filled with cloth covered TABLES and ornamental,
AFRICAN furnishings. A 9 piece JAZZ BAND plays SWING TUNES. A few
couples SWAY on the dance floor. The place is swarming with NAZIS.
Many are SEATED at the bar. Others are scattered at various TABLES
throughout the restaurant. Some stand in CORNERS. Lurking in the
SHADOWS. They are all looking in one direction, watching one man...
INDIANA JONES.
Indy sits with Scraggy, Clare and Betsy, at a table near the REAR of
the restaurant. They are eating DINNER. But Indy, Scraggy and Clare
are more interested in the Stone Monkey SCROLLS. A very NERVOUS
Scraggy TRANSLATES. Indiana, wearing his spectacles, takes pages and
pages of NOTES. Searching for a CLUE. An INTERESTED Clare reads over
Indiana's shoulder. Betsy tries to become INCLUDED in the discussion.
But everyone IGNORES her. Scraggy continues to TRANSLATE.
SCRAGGY
"Sun Wu Kung run like fire,
He journey to Many Monkey Land,
To build his final empire."
BETSY
Who's Sun Wu-Kung?
INDIANA
(ignoring Betsy, to
Scraggy)
Many Monkey Land... That's a
definite reference to Africa.
BETSY
Africa?... He journeyed to
Africa?...
CLARE
(also ignores Betsy, to
Indiana)
That confirms our suspicions that he
may have formed his Civilization
here...
BETSY
What civilization?
INDIANA
(angry, to Betsy)
Betsy. Keep your trap shut. This
doesn't concern you.
BETSY
(insulted)
Fine. Terrific. Who cares about this
stuff anyway! We're in a nightclub.
We should be havin' fun.
(grabs Indiana's hand)
C'mon, Indy. Let's dance.
INDIANA
Later.
BETSY
What a buncha' stiffs!
(condescending, to
Clare)
Bet you can't dance.
CLARE
Quite the contrary...I spent several
months studying dance.
BETSY
Oh yeah? Whattayou' know?... The
Bunny Hop?... The Jitterbug?...
CLARE
(shakes her head)
The Bondogea. The Kyebe Kyebe. The
Dungumaro.
BETSY
Huh?
CLARE
African Tribal dances.
BETSY
Never heard of 'em.
CLARE
Of course not. They're beyond the
spectrum of your microscopic world.
Insulted, Betsy GOBBLES down her glass of wine and TURNS back to
Indiana, who is still deeply CONCENTRATING on the scrolls.
UNDER THE TABLE
Betsy's FOOT reaches across the floor. It RESTS on Indy's leg. Betsy
begins to RUB against Indiana's trouser leg. The red eyed MECHANICAL
BUG is still attached to Indiana's trousers.
INDIANA
GLARES at Betsy. Clare REACHES for her cup of coffee. She NOTICES that
the coffee cup trembles SLIGHTLY. Clare GLANCES beneath the table, and
sees Betsy RUBBING Indy's leg. Clare is DISGUSTED.
ABOVE the table, Clare shoots a scowl of DISAPPROVAL at Indy. A
FLUSTERED Indy tries to explain...but is suddenly INTERRUPTED by a
hand on his shoulder. It is DASHIELL, the suave, HANDSOME owner of the
restaurant. Dashiell gives a CaARMING SMILE to everyone at the table.
DASHIELL
Enjoying your dinners?...
Everyone NODS, expressing their thanks. Dashiell LEANS close to
Indiana and WHISPERS.
DASHIELL
Watch yourself, sport. Most of the
talk here tonight is about you. And
it isn't good.
Indiana's eyes DART around the room. He sees the VARIOUS NAZIS.
WATCHING him. Indy gives a CONFIDENT SMILE. A WORRIED Dashiell
continues WHISPERING to Indiana.
DASHIELL
I don't know what you've done to the
Nazis. But they are certainly no
friends of yours.
CUT TO:
EXT. ZOOLOGICAL COMPOUND
DARK. SILENT. Many of the animals are ASLEEP in their cages. A
SECURITY GUARD keeps watch on the compound. He STANDS outside of the
METAL GATES. There is a SUDDEN SOUND. The guard TURNS.
THE FIGURES OF THREE MEN stand before him. In the SHADOWS. The NERVOUS
Guard places a hand on his holster.
GUARD
Who's there?...
We hear a MECHANICAL CREAK. A MAN'S LEATHER GLOVED HAND extends from
the shadows. The hand's FINGER is POINTED at the Security GUARD.
CLOSE UP: VARIOUS ANIMALS
The sound of RAPID MACHINE GUN FIRE echoes throughout the camp! CAMERA
RECORDS the animal's SHOCKED REACTIONS!
THE SECURITY GUARD
lies on the GROUND. DEAD. His body riddled with BULLETS. The SHINY,
BLACK BOOTS of the three men PASS his body. We notice that one of the
boot's SHOELACES are untied.
TYKI
STARES into the dark night. FEAR covers his face. He is SEATED inside
of his cage. A CANDLE flickers beside him. Tyki's hands REST on the
beautiful tapestry. Tyki LISTENS. He hears FOOTSTEPS. COMING toward
his cage. Tyki REACHES to his side. He grabs a STONE DAGGER.
Suddenly, a LOOD GONSHOT! The SPLINTERED LOCK from Tyki's cage goes
spinning across the floor. The cage door CREAKS OPEN.
GUTTERBUHG stands in the doorway. TWO NAZI SOLDIERS, HELMUT and KLACE
(who we met earlier), are beside him. Gutterbuhg SMILES. His stiff
right arm EXTENDS from his side. His leather gloved INDEX FINGER is
POINTING ahead.
Tyki GROWLS at the Nazis. He STANDS. RAISING the stone dagger OVER HIS
HEAD.
Gutterbuhg's FINGER BEGINS TO RAPIDLY FIRE BULLETS! His MECHANICAL ARM
is actually a A MACEINE GUN!
The bullets TEAR through Tyki's tapestry. They make a crooked,
tattered line through the BEAUTIFOL WORK. DESTROYING it. A terrified
Tyki WATCHES.
Gutterbuhg STOPS shooting. He REMOVES the empty cartridge from a SLOT
in his mechanical arm, and REPLACES it with another. He points the
DEADLY FINGER at Tyki. A trembling Tyki DROPS the dagger. The three
NAZIS walk toward the helpless pygmy.
CUT TO:
INT. DASHIELL'S BAR
Indiana, Scraggy and Clare CONTINUE to excitedly STUDY the map. A
NEGLECTED Betsy POURS herself the last of the wine. She is very DRUNK,
singing along with the band's version of Cole Porter's "Night and
Day".
BENEATH THE TABLE
Betsy continues to RUB her FOOT against Indiana's leg.
INDIANA
tries to IGNORE Betsy's playing. Scraggy continues to TRANSLATE the
scroll.
SCRAGGY
"With his Golden Hooped Rod,
And its powerful lightning rays,
Sun Wu Kung build Water Curtain Cave,
Where he live for 500 days."
CLARE
The Golden Hooped Rod?
INDIANA
A heavenly staff with many different
powers...most notably, it had the
ability to transform itself into
hundreds of objects...
(staring)
It remains the most priceless
treasure of Sun Wu Kung's empire.
CLARE
And what is the...the Water Curtain
Cave?
INDIANA
Sun Wu Kung's legendary hideout...an
enormous secret cave, hidden behind
a running waterfall.
Clare again REACHES for her coffee. The cup and saucer are still
TREMBLING. Clare PEEKS under the table, and again SEES Betsy's foot
RUBBING Indiana's leg. Clare gives a revolted GRUMBLE. Indiana
EXCITEDLY explains Scraggy's translation.
INDIANA
This proves that the Water Curtain
Cave exists in Africa...
(to Scraggy)
Does it mention anything about Sun
Wu Kung's travels?
SCRAGGY
(reading scroll)
Only place called..."Twisted Snake
Water".
INDIANA
The Zarnbesi River! It has a
reputation for its deadly water
snakes...
CLARE
It would have been Sun Wu Kung's
logical path.
INDIANA
(confident, anxious)
It will also be our logical path.
Clare SMILES.
BENEATH THE TABLE
Betsy's foot CONTINUES to rub Indiana's leg. Finally Indy reaches
down, trying to SLAP Betsy's foot away! But Indy's hand STUMBLES upon
something else. The MECHANICAL BUG. Indy TRIES to remove the bug. But
the tiny device WON'T BUDGE.
ABOVE TABLE
Indiana's hand is buried beneath the table, STRUGGLING to remove the
bug. To Clare, it appears as if Indy is PLAYING with Betsy's foot.
Clare gives an INCREDULOUS look to Indiana.
CLARE
Please try to control that monstrous
libido of yours!
Indiana finally REMOVES the mechanical bug. He LIFTS it above the
table. EXAMINING it. Clare is about to ASK a question. Indy INDICATES
for her to "Shhhh". He COVERS the bug and WHISPERS to the others.
INDIANA
We have to get back to the compound.
Tyki may be in danger.
Indiana, Clare and Scraggy HURRY from the table. A TIPSY Betsy
Follows. Indiana passes the JAZZ BAND. He nonchalantly DROPS the
mechanical bug into the trumpet player's HORN! The trumpet player
hits a PIERCING HIGH NOTE!
CUT T0:
NAZI HEADQUARTERS
The Nazi wearing the radio HEADPHONES emits a LOUD SCREAM! His
eardrums BURSTING with the trumpet sound!
CUT TO:
INT. COMPOUND
Gutterbuhg, Klaus and Helmut LEAD the bound and gagged Tyki OUT OF THE
COMPOUND. They keep their LUGERS at his back. Suddenly, Klaus TRIPS
over something. A FAWN. Klaus GROWLS. He SHOUTS a German order to
Helmut, who GRABS a tight hold of the baby deer. Klaus AIMS his luger
at the fawn's head. Gutterbuhg and Helmut exchange a chilling LAUGH.
Tyki stares in HORROR. Klaus CLICKS the luger...ready to SHOOT...
There is an earth shattering CRACK! A WHIP SHOOTS INTO FRAME! The whip
WRAPS ITSELF around the luger! TEARING the gun OUT of Klaus' hand! The
fawn breaks FREE and RUNS OFF. The Nazis exchange a SHOCKED glance.
They TURN and SEE
INDIANA JONES! He stands a FEW FEET away. Holding the WHIP. Indiana
POINTS to Tyki, angrilly SHOUTING to the Nazis.
INDIANA
Get your hands off him.
Gutterbuhg LAUGES. He POINTS his finger at Indiana. Indy is PUZZLED.
The finger begins to SHOOT! RAPID MACHINE GUN FIRE! Indy DIVES for
cover.
Holding Tyki CAPTIVE, the Nazis TURN and begin to RUN out of the
compound. Indy gets to his FEET. He LIFTS his gun. Ready to SHOOT. But
the Nazis are running behind SEVERAL ROWS OF CAGES, filled with
ANIMALS. Indiana CAN'T SHOOT. He dashes back OUTSIDE.
EXT. ZOOLOGICAL COMPOUND
Located on the WATERFRONT. Countless rows of LONG, WOODEN DOCKS line
the marina. The Nazis run to below a ROTTED, ANCIENT DOCK. Here, one
of their SPEEDBOATS waits. Motor RUNNING. RUDOLPH, a pudgy Nazi, is at
the wheel. The Nazis hurriedly CLIMB into the speedboat, PUSHING Tyki
inside with them.
Indy RUNS to Scraggy's Model-T. Scraggy SITS in the driver's seat.
Betsy and Clare SIT in the rear. A drunk Betsy still sings "Night and
Day". Indy leaps onto the SIDEBOARD. He SEES the Nazis ahead, CLIMBING
into the speedboat. Indy motions for Scraggy to DRIVE. FAST. TOWARD
the dock.
The Nazi speedboat SHOOTS FORWARD. Moving BENEATH the dock.
Scraggy's Model-T FOLLOWS ABOVE, along the SHAKY dock. Indiana RIDES
the car's rusted sideboard. He SEES the speedboat below, through the
WIDE OPENINGS in the dock's slated boards. Indy begins to SHOOT at the
Nazis. Gutterbuhg raises his mechanical arm, FIRING SHOTS back at
Indiana.
Machine gun fire SPLINTERS the dock boards, SLICING through the
Model-T. The side mirror is BLASTED to pieces. The floor beneath Betsy
and Clare erupts with FLYING BULLETS. JUST MISSING the girls. Clare is
HORRIFIED. Betsy laughs HYSTERICALLY.
The Model-T is less than TWENTY FEET from the end of the dock. If they
continue ahead, the car will PLUNGE SEVERAL FEET INTO THE WATER! But
Scraggy doesn't take his FOOT from the gas.
GUTTERBUHG smiles, seeing the vast ocean ahead. Knowing he's almost
FREE.
As he DODGES bullets, Indiana SEES the end of the dock ahead. He
SHOUTS to Scraggy.
INDIANA
When I tell you... Hit the brakes!
Scraggy NODS. The end of the dock is only a FEW FEET ahead. Getting
CLOSER... CLOSER... Clare COVERS her eyes. Between hiccups, Betsy
laughingly SINGS. Indy LOOKS to the speedboat... BACK to the
approaching dock edge... He PAUSES... WAITING for the right moment...
He SCREAMS!
INDIANA
Now, Scraggy!
Scraggy's foot SLAMS ON THE BRAKES! The sudden jolt sends Indy FLYING
INTO THE AIR!
The speedboat SHOOTS OUT from beneath the dock! Indiana LANDS DIRECTLY
ON TOP OF THE SPEEDBOAT! A SPECTACULAR STUNT!
Helmut POINTS his gun at Indy. Indy reacts with a SWIFT KICK to
Helmut's jaw. The Nazi HITS the deck. OUT COLD. Klaus COMES for Indy.
They begin to FIGHT. An angry Gutterbuhg tries to SHOOT... But Indy
and Klaus move TOO QUICKLY! Gutterbuhg CAN'T get a clear shot.
The Model-T has COME TO A STOP. SAFE. Its front wheels TEETER over the
dock's edge. Scraggy, Betsy and Clare GET OUT. Clare CATCHES her
breath. Knees SHAKING. Betsy is still LAUGHING.
BETSY
About time we had some fun!
A WORRIED Scraggy sees Indiana, FIGHTING with the Nazis.
SCRAGGY
Bad spirits have Indy! He in
trouble! Big trouble!
Scraggy RUNS OFF SCREEN.
The Nazi speedboat is HEADED TOWARD THE SIDE OF AN ENORMOUS OCEAN
LINER! Gutterbuhg RADIOS for help. Indiana and Klaus continue to
FIGHT. ROLLING along the deck. Exchanging PUNCHES. A bound Tyki
watches with WIDE EYES. HELPLESS.
The speedboat makes a sudden SHARP TURN. AVOIDING A COLLISION with the
Ocean liner. Indiana and Klaus TUMBLE OFF, THE BOAT! INTO THE WATER!
UNDERWATER
Indiana and Klaus CONTINUE their battle. They wrestle only a few feet
from the ship's large, SPINNING STEEL PROPELLERS. The propellers
create a SUCTION FORCE. DRAWING Indy and Klaus CLOSER... CLOSER...
toward a SPINNING DEATH.
Indy and Klaus grab hold of a dangling, STEEL ANCHOR. PREVENTING their
bodies from being sucked into the propellers. Klaus PULLS a
switchblade from his pocket. He ATTACKS Indy's CLENCHED FINGERS with
the knife. Indy begins to LOSE HIS GRIP. His body INCHES toward the
propellers. Klaus RAISES the knife, to FINISH OFF Indiana...
But Klaus' UNTIED SHOELACE dangles beside the propellers. The shoelace
CATCHES a spinning blade. The SHOCKED Nazi is pulled INTO THE
PROPELLERS!
Indiana TURNS AWAY, holding TIGHTLY to the anchor. A BLOOD RED CLOUD
surges through the surrounding water. Indiana CLIMBS the anchor to
safety.
ABOVE WATER
Indiana SURFACES. Taking a GULP of air. Suddenly, the water in front
of him erupts with MACHINE GUN FIRE. Indiana SEES
GOTTERBUHG! He has PARKED the Nazi speedboat only a FEW FEET AWAY.
Gutterbuhg SMILES, pointing his FINGER at the helpless Indiana. A
SITTING DUCK. Gutterbuhg SMILES.
GUTTERBUHG
Goodnight, Doctor Jones.
There is a LOUD GUNSHOT! Gutterbuhg's mechanical arm is HIT BY A
BULLET! Pieces of SPRING, METAL and SPROCKETS fly from the wound.
Gutterbuhg TURNS. FURIOUS.
DASHIELL, the nightclub owner, is a few feet away. He is driving a
sleek SPEEDBOAT, its side adorned with the AMERICAN FLAG. Dashiell
points a PISTOL at Gutterbuhg, ready to take ANOTHER SHOT...
With a ROAR, The Nazi speedboat DRIVES AWAY! Toward a CLUSTER OF
DOCKS! Indiana CLIMBS into Dashiell's speedboat.
DASHIELL
Scraggy said you might be needing
some help, sport.
Dashiell HITS the gas. TEARING after the Nazis.
A FRENZIED, HIGH SPEED CHASE BEGINS! Through the DARKNESS. Beneath the
ROWS OF DOCKS. The speedboats face countless OBSTACLES. They SWERVE
around a virtual forest of wooden poles, which FLY BY AT BREAKNECK
SPEED! The men DUCK and DODGE dangling FISH HOOKS and NETS. Many paths
are BLOCKED by the wooden RAFTS and ROWBOATS. (NOTE: Because of the
darkness, these obstacles APPEAR only when they are a FEW FEET AHEAD
of the speedboats. This makes the chase completely SURPRISING and
SCARY, causing a FUNHOUSE effect.)
Throughout the chase, Indiana and the Nazis continue to exchange
GUNFIRE. A frustrated Gutterbuhg CAN'T SHOOT. His mechanical-machine
gun arm rendered USELESS by Dashiell's bullet. He continues to RADIO
Nazi headquarters for help.
Dashiell CATCHES UP with the Nazis. The two speedboats travel SIDE BY
SIDE. Their edges SCRAPE together. SPARKS fly. The recovered Helmut
AIMS his luger at Indiana... But Indy LEAPS toward the Nazi. The two
FALL. ROLLING. TUMBLING. STRUGGLING for the gun. They fight BETWEEN
the two speedboats. The crack below them slightly OPENING and CLOSING.
Up ahead, an ENORMOUS STONE POLE appears. To AVOID a collision, the
speedboats MUST SEPARATE. Dashiell SCREAMS.
DASHIELL
Indy! Rollout!
Indy FREES himself from Helmut and ROLLS back onto Dashiell's boat.
Helmut LOOKS UP. He sees the stone pole AHEAD. COMING AT HIM. Helmut
tries to MOVE...TOO LATE. The two boats SEPARATE. Helmut SMACKS into
the pole! CRUSHED!
Dashiell TURNS AWAY from the wheel, looking at Indiana.
DASHIELL
You okay, sport?
Indiana begins to answer...then sees SOMETHING. AHEAD. He SCREAMS.
INDIANA
Dash!...
Dashiell TURNS BACK. The speedboat is HEADED STRAIGHT FOR A SOLID
WOODEN WALL! A sign on the wall reads: FUTTERMAN'S FISHING WAREHOUSE.
The Nazi speedboat has already made a SHARP TURN, AVOIDING the
warehouse. There's NO TIME for Dashiell to TURN. Indy HITS the deck.
The speedboat ARCHES upward, at an ANGLE... CRASH! The speedboat
BLASTS into the warehouse. Splintered wood SPLATTERS through the air.
INT. WAREHOUSE
Dashiell's speedboat BURSTS through another wall. The boat SKIDS
across the warehouse floor. SCREECHING TO A STOP! A SHAKEN Dashiell
gets out. Indy RUNS to the window.
INDIANA'S POV
The NAZI SPEEDBOAT shoots out of the docks, ESCAPING across the water.
Indiana grabs his WHIP. He KICKS OPEN the warehouse window. He SNAPS
his wrist. CRACK. The whip SHOOTS forward, ATTACHING ITSELF TO THE
REAR OF THE NAZI SPEEDBOAT! Indy firmly GRIPS his end of the whip. The
whip TIGHTENS. WHOOSH! Indiana is PULLED out of the window.
Gutterbuhg exchanges a VICTORIOUS laugh with Rudolph, the speedboat
driver, thinking they have LOST Indiana. A frightened Tyki LOOKS BACK.
His eyes suddenly fill with HOPE. Gutterbuhg TURNS. His mouth DROPS
OPEN.
Indiana uses his WHIP to WATER SKI BEHIND THE NAZI SPEEDBOAT! A red
faced Gutterbuhg SLAMS his fist on the dashboard. He removes a SHARP
KNIFE. He hurriedly begins to SLICE through Indy's whip. Trying to
BREAK THE CONNECTION.
Indiana AIMS his pistol at Gutterbuhg. But suddenly, a SHOT WHIZZES by
Indy's head. Followed by ANOTHER. And ANOTHER. COMING from behind.
Indy TURNS. A SECOND NAZI SPEEDBOAT is in HOT PURSUIT! There are FIVE
NAZIS inside. Armed with PISTOLS and RIFLES. All FIRING SHOTS at
Indiana.
Meanwhile, Gutterbuhg's knife continues to SLICE through Indy's whip.
Only a FEW THREADS remain.
Indiana performs some EXPERT WATER SKIING. SWERVING. SPINNING.
JUMPING. All in an attempt to AVOID the flying bullets from behind.
Suddenly, Indy's whip SNAPS! Indiana FALLS UNDERWATER! Directly IN THE
PATH of the seccnd Nazi speedboat!
Tyki HIDES his eyes. Gutterbuhg LAUGHS. It appears that Indiana has
met a GRISLY DEATH.
The Nazis in the second speedboat are DELIGHTED. SHAKING each other's
hands. CAMERA PANS TO BELOW the speedboat. We move UNDERWATER. SOUND
TRACK MUSIC SOARS! We see INDIANA. Very much ALIVE. He STRADDLES THE
BOTTOM OF THE SPEEDING BOAT! HOLDING ON with all of his strength!
Indiana CLIMBS toward the side of the speedboat, BATTLING the pressure
of the rushing water.
CAMERA FOLLOWS INDIANA, OUT OF THE WATER, AS HE CLIMBS ABOARD THE
SECOND SPEEDBOAT. The four Nazis are LAUGHING. TALKING. Their backs
turned to the APPROACHING Indiana. Moving like LIGHTNING, Indy GRABS
one of the Nazis and TOSSES HIM OVERBOARD. With a SWIFT PUNCH to the
stomach and jaw, Indy sends another Nazi INTO THE WATER. The other two
Nazis TACKLE Indy. They FALL to the deck. FIGHTING.
Gutterbuhg LOOKS BACK. SHOCKED that Indy is still alive. Gutterbuhg
GROWLS. FRUSTRATED. His eyes suddenly LIGHT. He SPOTS something.
AHEAD.
TWO GARGANTUAN OCEAN LINERS
are MOVING TOWARD EACH OTHER. Coming TOGETHER. There is an OPENING
between the two ships, that continues to get SMALLER, as the ships
move CLOSER.
Gutterbuhg SMILES. An IDEA. He orders Rudolph to DRIVE THROUGH THE
OPENING.