Frank Darabont's draft of Indy IV

"INDIANA JONES AND THE CITY OF THE GODS"
screenplay by
Prank Darabont
story by
George Lucas
11/4/03
Adventure Still Has A Name...
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FADE IN:
THE PARAMOUNT LOGO
A DISSOLVE transforms the mountain into...
EXT. DESERT - DAY
... a REAL MOUNTAIN in a parched land. Even the air here is
sun-baked. Buzzards ride the thermals.
A STRANGE DISTANT RUMBLE rises and falls, teasing us...
TILT DOWN to reveal a long ribbon of road coming at camera,
heat shimmering from blacktop, a LIZARD sunning itself.
There's that RUMBLE again, swelling louder. Thunder on the
horizon? Well, no, it's:
TWO HOT-RODS roaring into view. They're racing full-out, neck
and neck, RADIOS BLASTING Bill Haley & The Comets' great 1954
hit "Shake, Rattle, and Roll" across the desert.
The lizard scurries off. The hot-rods loom large, engulfing
us with noise and fury. We WHIP PAN WITH THEM as they zip by
us in the blink of an eye and a swirling cloud of dust...
EXT. ATOMIC CAFE - NEVADA DESERT - DAY
... and the Atomic Cafe is revealed as the dust clears — a
windswept roadhouse diner with a MISSILE-SHAPED NEON SIGN.
CLOSER ANGLE
A MAN is also revealed. He's just gotten out from behind the
wheel of his olive-drab PANEL TRUCK and is coughing and waving
the dust from his face. PUSH IN on the man, INDIANA JONES, as
he peers after the hot-rods with a sour look.
INDY
Damn kids.
His Friend, YURI MAKOVSKY, is laughing as he gets out of the
passenger side. He's got a Russian accent:
YURI
American kids, Indy! Having fun!
You should take a lesson1
He claps Indy on the shoulder as they head toward the diner.
MUSIC can be heard within: "Wayward Wind," by Gogi Grant...
INT. ATOMIC CAFE - DAY
...which is coming from a SEEBURG ROCK-OLA JUKEBOX trimmed in
neon and bubbling water tubes. A WAITRESS enters frame, taking
us across the diner as she navigates the room balancing two
2.
plates of food and a pot of coffee. The cafe's clientele is a
mix Of LOCAL RANCHERS and off-duty ARMY & AIR FORCE PERSONNEL.
The waitress arrives at —
A BOOTH TABLE
— and sets a plate down. It's slopping over with a BURGER
AND FRIES. A MAN'S HANDS enter frame, lift the burger off the
plate. TILT UP to reveal Yuri gazing rapturously at it.
YURI
I love America]
Indy, seated across from him, can't help smiling as Yuri
takes a swooning bit.
YURI
I love hamburgers! I love French
fries! I love Gogi Grant on the
jukebox! You know what I love more
than Gogi Grant?
He raises a bottle of ketchup in to view.
YURI
Ketchup1 It is a miracle! In my
country, such things do not exist.
Here...ketchup everywhere! Much as
you want!
He uncaps the ketchup, drowning his French fries. Amused, the
waitress glances to Indy.
WAITRESS
Want more coffee, hon?
INDY
Please.
She freshens his cup and moves off. Yuri admires her figure.
YURI
What do I love most of all? The
beautiful lady who brings it all to
me. In Russia, the waitresses look
like weight-lifters. Here, they are
like Lana Turner,
(big grin)
I LOVE AMERICA!
PEOPLE glance over. Yuri meets the eyes of some SOLDIERS and
gives them a big thumbs-up. Indy just shrugs.
INDY
He's...new.
The men smile and resume eating.
3.
YURI
And you, my friend? What do you love?
' INDY
Me?
Indy thinks a moment. He pulls a handkerchief from the
pocket to reveal delicate shards of Native American Pottery.
INDY
I love these—
CUT TO:
EXT. INDY'S CAMP - DESERT FOOTHILLS - LATE DAY
CLOSEUP ON MORE POTTERY FRAGMENTS lying on the dusty ground
next to a small ruler to provide scale.
INDY (O.S.)
...Anasazi Indian pottery. Classic
Pueblo period, 1050 to 1300 AD...
FLASH! A CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS. TILT UP to reveal Indy kneeling
over a camera on a low tripod. He winds the film to the next
frame, makes a careful notation in his notebook.
/a^ INDY
f They developed a very high degree
of pottery skills in that period.
Yuri enters frame, putting on a tie and getting spruced up.
YURI
(wry)
Words cannot describe my
excitement.
INDY
Yeah, wiseguy? I see you go off
somewhere every day and come back
empty-handed. What are you trying
to dig up?
YURI
Tonight? A little company. I hope.
(Indy glances up)
Perhaps a trip to town. The beautiful
lady with the ketchup? That is, if
you'll lend me your truck.
Indy laughs, pulls his keys, tosses them.
/»*** INDY
' Knock yourself out, Yuri.
Yuri crouches down, becoming serious:
/!$®*s.
4.
YURI
Indy. I want to say how good it was
to meet up with you again. I thank
you for sharing your encampment
with me these past many weeks.
(taps his heart)
Ogromnoya spasibo.
INDY
N'ezashto pozhalsta. This sounds
like goodbye.
YURI
I've signed on to a big job overseas.
Expedition foreman. I leave soon.
You know how it is. Adventure calls.
INDY
Well, enjoy it for me.
YURI
It no longer calls to you? Adventure?
The thrill of the chase?
INDY
Nyet. Not me, pal.
YURI
You're not the same man I knew all
those years ago, my friend, before
the war. Back then, adventure had a
name.
They share a wistful smile. Yuri caps Indy on the shoulder,
rises and walks away...
CUT TO:
EXT. INDY'S CAMP - DESERT FOOTHILLS - MAGIC HOUR
The panel truck rumbles off with Yuri at the wheel. Indy,
feeding his tethered HORSE, turns and waves goodbye.
CUT TO:
EXT CREST OF A RIDGE - MAGIC HOUR
The camp is several hundreds yards below. Indy hikes up the
ridge with a NATIVE AMERICAN FLUTE to his lips, blowing various
notes, trying to get the hang of it. The beauty and quiet
here are surreal, the hills painted red by the setting sun.
He gets to the crest and gazes off at the endless desert. The r sun is an orange ball above the horizon. Indy finishes his
flute practice with a few bars of "Take The A-Train" as we
DISSOLVE TO:
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5.
EXT. SAME RIDGE - MAGIC HOUR - SHORTLY LATER
^ CAMERA PUSHES SLOWLY IN on Indy ~ he's sitting comfortably
against the rocks, checking a terrain map and making entries
in his little notebook. He's eating a sandwich, softly humming
"Take The A-Train." The picture of contentment. CAMERA SETTLES
on his profile, beautifully backlit by the setting sun...
...as. a mile or so away, a long trail of dust appears, racing
across the desert floor. The FAINT SOUND OF AN ENGINE makes
Indy look up. There's a vehicle out there, going like a bat out
of hell.
Suddenly, two more trails of dust come from the opposite
direction, racing out to meet the first. Indy can't help
smiling a bit.
INDY
Damn kids...
He pulls his binoculars from his knapsack, raises them.
BINOCULAR POV
sweeps across the desert, pinning the first vehicle as it races
along. It's not a hot-rod. It's a panel truck, just like
Indy's. Same rounded silhouette and everything. The driver
/m^ slams on the brakes in a big swirl of dust and hops out,
f waiting for the other vehicles to arrive. It's Yuri.
INDY
peers over his binoculars, surprised. He raises the binoculars
again, pans them around...
BINOCULAR POV
SWISH-PAN to other two vehicles: TWO MILITARY JEEPS race along,
precariously loaded with OVER A DOZEN MEN between them. A few
are in civilian clothes, but most wear military fatigues.
Among them are THREE M.P.s.
The jeeps stop at the panel truck. Men jump down in a flurry
of activity. Weapons are handed out, orders given.
Two "soldiers" rush to Indy's truck and slap magnetic skins
on the doors — the skins are olive green with white stars,
instantly turning Indy's truck into a military vehicle. The
back doors are swung open and men pile inside with weapons.
The vehicles head off together, directly into the setting
sun. Due west.
y#=N INDY
lowers his binoculars, stunned. He grabs his map, jabs his
finger on his present position, drags his finger west...
6.
CLOSE ON MAP
f*^ ...and stops. His finger's on a circled area marked:
"Restricted Military Zone"
INDY
gazes up after the departing vehicles. Boy, does he not want
to get involved in this.
INDY
Aw, nuts.
CUT TO:
EXT. INDY'S CAMP - MOMENTS LATER
Indy spurs his horse with a wild cry, gallop full speed down
the mountain path.
EXT. DESERT - DUSK
Indy races across the desert, his horse's hooves pounding up
dust in the gathering darkness.
He reins back, pausing to get his bearings. He looks around,
/^N sees taillights in the distance. He spurs his horse again,
( galloping in pursuit. CAMERA ENDFRAMES ON A WEATHERED SIGN:
"Military Area! HIGHLY RESTRICTED! Civilians Turn Back!"
CUT TO:
EXT. DESERT HILLS - NIGHT
Through a break in the rocks, we catch a glimpse of the
vehicles traveling below.
Indy gallops into frame f.g., guiding his horse along a
bouldered path, tracking them.
He hears the VEHICLES SLOWING. He dismounts, scurries to a
hidden vantage point. Peering around a boulder, he gets a
limited view of what's happening below:
THREE FIGURES jump from the idling vehicles and hurry toward
the shadowy rocks — it's Yuri leading the way, accompanied
by a pair of M.P.s.
Yuri turns, waves the vehicles on. Indy climbs up to get a
better view of where the vehicles are heading, and WE BOOM UP
to reveal:
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A huge MILITARY BASE. Lights twinkling in the desert air.
Indy jumps down, hurrying after Yuri and the M.P.s...
/tfiif^V,
7.
ANOTHER AREA
...and arrives at the last place he saw them. They're gone,
no sign at all. Indy checks the area...
...and notices a hole in the ground, mostly hidden by loose
scrub. He kicks the scrub aside and drops to his hands and
knees, seeing faint light below, realizing it's:
A TUNNEL
Indy's head pops in upside-down, looks around. He squeezes
through and falls into a very cramped tunnel. A long string of
lightbulbs glowing dimly on a wire leading off into darkness.
There's just enough room to crawl in here. Indy goes as fast
as he can—
EXT. MILITARY BASE - NIGHT
...and his head thrusts out of the ground, suddenly wearing a
hat of fake turf. He tosses it aside and scurries out to get his
bearings. He's inside the compound near the perimeter fence.
This area's a secluded backwater of the base. There are no
barracks or people here — it's an experimental area with
rows of huge hangars and mysterious dark buildings, beyond
which are miles of aircraft runways.
APPROACHING ENGINES draw Indy's attention. Hugging the shadows,
he races along the fence, toward:
EXT. GUARD BOOTH/ENTRY GATE - NIGHT
Behind the booth, Indy trips over something in the darkness
and goes sprawling on his face. He rolls over...
...and sees it's TWO UNCONSCIOUS M.P.s lying bound and gagged
in the weeds.
Indy glances up. The top half of the guard booth is glassed
all around. He rises, peering in through the back window.
FAKE M.P. #1 stands just outside the booth door with his back
to us. Beyond him, Indy can see:
THE JEEPS AND PANEL TRUCK
rumble through the outer gate and stop at the inner security
gate. FAKE M.P. #2 steps to the lead jeep:
FAKE M.P. #2
Authorization, please.
STANISLAV, the driver, hands him a piece of paper and mutters
in a Russian accent:
8.
STANISLAV
Button that collar, idiot. Try to
/ ^ look like a soldier.
The M.P. complies, glowering, then turns:
FAKE M.P. #2
Clear!
INDY
ducks from sight as Fake M.P. #1 steps into the booth, picks
up a handset and thumbs the toggle.
FAKE M.P. #1
This is gate twelve...
(checks a clipboard)
...protocol tango, hotel, x-ray,
one, one, three, eight. We have
vehicles, authorization is good,
request you unlock inner gate.
VOICE (filtered)
Roger.
A RED LIGHT on the panel goes off, a GREEN LIGHT goes on. A
BUZZER is heard, and the inner gate swings open via remote.
( The vehicles enter the compound. Yuri darts from the darkness
across the way and leaps into a jeep, waving them forward.
ANGLE SHIFTS from the departing vehicles to TIGHT ON Indy
crouching behind the booth. His gaze goes to:
A dumpster filled with discarded materials. On the ground,
next to empty paint cans, is a stack of two-by-four ends.
IN THE BOOTH
Fake M.P. #2 joins his partner in the booth, grumbling:
FAKE M.P. #2
Russkies. If they didn't pay so
good, I'd hand 'em a headache.
Especially that Stansilav. Every
time I turn around, he busts my
chops.
He turns around and gets his chops busted. WHAM! A two-byfour
in the face. He goes down like a sack of cement.
Indy, in the doorway, swings his two-by-four again. M.P. #1
ducks and Indy misses, bashing out a window instead. The man
(*** yanks his sidearm but Indy slams him into the wall and the [- GUN FIRES into the floor.
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9.
A quick, desperate struggle in the cramped booth, the men
grappling at close quarters. Indy's keeping his adversary's
gun-hand pinned and pointed away as best he can. The GUN FIRES
a few more times, the shots going wild.
Indy punches the guy's lights out. He steps over him, grabs
the handset off the panel, and thumbs the toggle.
INDY
Gate twelve here! Uh, help! Spies
are infiltrating the base! Bring
guns, bombs, mean dogs...
His voice trails off. TILT DOWN off his look to reveal a
SMOKING BULLET HOLE in the communications panel.
Indy does a slow burn, tosses the handset aside. He pulls his
binoculars and steps to the door.
BINOCULARS POV
The vehicles stop at a huge dark hangar down the row. A large
rolling door slides open to let them in.
INDY
lowers the binoculars, wondering what the hell to do. He
glances at the unconscious spies as we
WIPE TO:
INT. HANGAR - NIGHT
Indy looms from the shadows wearing M.P. khakis and helmet.
The hangar's a huge cavern filled with...well, everything.
It's a maze of gantries, catwalks, experimental arcana,
machinery, and mountains of crates marked "Top Secret." He
presses on, hearing voices ahead:
YURI (O.S.)
What do you mean it's not good
enough? That was the deal!
QUIMBY (O.S.)
The deal has changed.
ANOTHER AREA
Shadowy men, led by Yuri, are arrayed in an open area near
Indy's panel truck, the rear doors of which stand open and
awaiting cargo. The scene is lit from above by china hats,
putting tense and sweaty faces into heavy light and shadow.
YURI
The deal can't be changed.
Arrangements have been made. This
has been a year in the planning.
10.
He motions Stanislav to his side. Stanislav raises an attache
case, unleashing it. It's full of neatly stacked money.
ANGLE SHIFTS to reveal PROFESSORS QUIMBY AND AVERY, two
American scientists. Quimby's a mousy little fellow with a
pocketwatch in his vest. Avery's taller and stouter, wearing
a rather distinctive pale yellow plaid suit.
Most significantly, a 3 FOOT-TALL ROUND METAL CANISTER sits
on the floor securely clamped to an unusual titanium-frame
pallet with rubber shocks. On the canister, the word
"PLUTONIUM" is stenciled under an atomic symbol.
AVERY
We talked it over. Considering the
risks we're taking, it's not enough.
QUIMBY
We're offering twenty pounds of our
highest grade plutonium.. .plus this.,
of course.
Oddly enough, he raises a bowling ball bag into view. It's
incongruous and highly distinctive, made all the more so by
the red-green-and-black tartan pattern on its sides.
QUIMBY
You tell me, Mr. Makovsky — what's
that worth to your Comrade Krushchev?
ANGLE ON FAKE M.P. #3
tensely watching the proceedings. Hands reach out of the
darkness behind him and yank him into the shadows...
YURI (O.S.)
The question is, Professor Quimby,
what is it worth to you?
...and Indy steps out to take his place. The overhead lights
and his M.P. helmet cast a deep shadow over his face.
RESUME SCENE
QUIMBY
Professor Avery suggested we double
the fee. I quite agree.
YURI
(looks to Avery)
Very well.
A GUNSHOT RINGS OUT. Yuri has fired a small pistol from inside
f0*^ his overcoat pocket. A smoking hole appears in the fabric.
Professor Avery clutches his heart, blood suddenly trickling
through his fingers. He drops dead at Quimby's feet.
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J$i&*\
11.
Quimby is frozen with fear as Yuri draws closer. Yuri takes the
attache case of money from Stanislav and offers it to Quimby.
YURI
Now you don't have to split it two
ways. Your fee is double.
Yuri takes the bowling ball bag and hands it off to:
THE THIN MAN. An extremely thin and sinister individual dressed
all in black. He looks like Death in a homburg hat. Make no
mistake — there's enormous power coiled in his wraith-like
frame. His rat-thin face displays an old, livid scar that
runs forehead to chin, bisecting a milky dead eye.
YURI
You have arrangements to make. Go.
The Thin Man nods and departs like an oiled shadow, vanishing
toward the exit. Yuri snaps his fingers at his men. They hop
to it, scurrying to load the plutonium in the truck.
Indy jumps in to help, brushing past Yuri's elbow, his face
shadowed by his M.P.'s helmet. He grabs a corner of the pallet
and helps lift it off the floor. They maneuver it through the
rear doors of the panel truck, slide it in the last few feet.
YURI
(in Russian, subtitled)
The body! Quickly!
Everybody turns, rushing to Professor Avery lying dead on the
floor, preparing to lift him...
... except Indy, who goes unnoticed around the back of the
truck and strides to the driver's open window. A RUSSIAN DRIVER
is at the wheel, eyeing the rearview mirror and waiting for a
go signal. He tosses Indy an irritated look.
DRIVER
Che nado?
INDY
No loading zone, pal.
WHAM! Indy punches him through the open window. The guy tumbles
from view. Indy jumps in, FIRES UP THE ENGINE. He jams it in
gear and floors it, tires spinning smoke —
THE TRUCK
wipes from view, revealing the spies standing there lugging a
dead guy in a yellow suit. Yuri rushes forward:
YURI
(in Russian, subtitled)
Wait! Come back, you idiot!
12.
/0&*\
INT/EXT. TRUCK
Indy gets to the end of the aisle and spins the wheel through
a hard 90-degree turn, the truck's rear doors banging around
like open shutters. The path ahead is blocked. He spins the
wheel 90 degrees again and is suddenly going back the way he
came, only down a different aisle.
YURI AND HIS MEN
see the truck coming back. They make a lateral dash through
the machinery and crates into the next aisle. Yuri's waving
his arms and hollering for the truck to stop —
— and he sees Indy at the wheel. Stunned, Yuri spins toward
camera as the truck blasts by him. The men OPEN FIRE with
Russian "burp guns" on full auto, tearing up the back of Indy's
truck with bullets. Yuri waves his arms, hollering:
YURI
(in Russian, subtitled)
NO, NO, CEASE FIRE, CEASE FIRE!
(off their looks)
You'll hit the plutonium, you fools!
Aim for the driver! Go, go!
A mad scramble. Somebody hits a switch, turning on the main
overhead lights. Men pile into the two jeeps and peel off in
pursuit, with Stanislav driving Jeep #1. The rest, led by
Yuri, pursue on foot through the maze of machinery...
THE CHASE (INSIDE THE HANGAR)
... and it is a maze, the world's biggest, stuffed with
everything you can imagine, creating "roads" in countless
directions — but no obvious way out. Indy drives like a
maniac, turning this way and that, looking for an exit —
— while the jeeps hurtle along on parallel or intersecting
courses, trying to hem him in; one moment converging, the next
being forced to split off in different directions (giving Mr.
Spielberg the opportunity to stage the most breath-takingly
outrageous near misses every put on film!). GUNFIRE IS ERUPTING
from all directions as men in jeeps or on foot try to kill
Indy or shot out his tires.
INT/EXT. TRUCK
Indy takes a tire-shrieking turn and floors it down a long
straight aisle. His eyes go wide as:
Up ahead, Jeep #1 hurtles into his path with Stanislav at the
wheel, coming right at him. The MAN in the jeep's passenger
/"^ seat raises his burp gun and FIRES OFF A BURST. Indy ducks as
the bullets stitch a line of holes across his windshield.
13.
Indy slams on his brakes, throws it in reverse and floors it
again, backing up at full speed, both vehicles now going in
l"*8*" the same direction...
Suddenly, Indy's eyes go wide again — through the open rear
doors, he sees Jeep #2 appear, coming up fast from behind.
With moments to spare, Indy spins the wheel, sending the truck
into a sliding 90-degree turn (still backing up), abruptly
clearing the aisle —
— and revealing the two jeeps to each other. Coming head-on.
Both drivers hit the brakes — too late! They collide, with
Jeep#2 tipping onto its side and sliding, vaulting men through
the air. And just when every body's coming to the senses:
Indy nails them again, flooring it out of there in forward
gear. He plows through the jeeps and off he goes!
Stanislav furiously cranks his ignition. His jeep RE-STARTS.
Still in the chase! He takes off after Indy with three men
hanging on for dear life, leaving the others behind.
Yuri and his men run up to gather the dazed troops. They
start tipping the remaining jeep back onto its wheels, but:
^ QUIMBY (O.S.)
( This way!
They all look. Quimby's clutching his attache case, pointing:
QUIMBY
They'll have to come back around!
We can cut them off!
Everybody runs off with Quimby leading the way.
THE TRUCK AND JEEP
hurtle past, wiping frame —
— as b.g., Quimby leads the men swarming through a shadowy
forest of machinery and lathes, running to intercept.
IN THE TRUCK
Indy cranks the wheel. He looks ahead, seeing:
QUIMBY AND YURI
run up and stop, the others at their heels. Weapons are raised
and cocked as the truck nears. Much to every body's surprise,
/***" Quimby motions sternly for them to hold their fire.
YURI
What are you doing!?
14.
The truck ROARS by. Quimby smiles at a HUGE SIGN above them:
(^- "ENGINE TEST AREA. EXTREME HAZARD!!!"
IN THE TRUCK
Indy glances back, puzzled. They let him pass! He laughs...but
the laugh dies as he realizes where he is:
On both sides of him, aiming inward, massive JET ENGINES are
bolted horizontally to the floor — two awesome rows, one on
each side, at least a dozen engines to a row.
YURI AND QUIMBY
The jeep races by in pursuit. Quimby turns, and we TILT DOWN to
reveal a CONTROL PANEL on a steel podium. Two rows of BIG RED
BUTTONS match the layout of the jet engines. Quimby punches
the last two buttons, top and bottom.
THE TWO JET ENGINES
face each other across the aisle at the end of the rows. They
work up with a RISING TURBINE WHINE and then: KA-B000M1 MASSIVE
ERUPTIONS OF WHITE-HOT FLAME shoot out —
THE TRUCK
{ — creating an INSTANT BARRIER OF FIRE! Indy locks up the
brakes and comes to a screeching stop within yards of the jetpropelled
inferno. The ROAR is deafening. The jeep stops some
ten yards behind the truck. Men jump out brandishing weapons.
RUSSIAN SPY
OUT OF THE TRUCK!
Indy sighs, takes his hands off the steering wheel and raises
them, preparing to get out of the truck.
FAVORING QUIMBY
...when suddenly, the control panel CLICKS AND BUZZES. Quimby
looks down, sees a message flash red: "COMMENCE RANDOM FIRING
SEQUENCE." His eyes go wide...
INT/EXT. TRUCK
...and so do Indy's. He's hearing another jet engine STARTING
TO WHINE. He glances over. It's right next to him. He jams
the truck in reverse and peels rubber backing up as:
BOO000M1 The engine FIRES, barely missing him.
f#"v The ENGINES START FIRING in fast random overlapping sequence,
v HUGE PILLARS OF FLAME blasting out and shutting down again
within seconds, on off, on off...the only warning being a few
seconds of TURBINE WHINE preceding each explosion!
15.
The three spies from Jeep #1 turn and run screaming for their
lives, trying to escape the corridor of flaming death. Two of
z*^ the men are caught on the run, instantly incinerated.
Stanislav spins the jeep around and floors it, trying to get
back out. It looks like he's going to make it! He's only got
a few yards left to go...
B00000M1 an ENGINE BLAST catches the jeep! It catapults right
past Yuri and Quimby like a flaming cartwheel. Disgusted,
Yuri moves off, leaving Quimby frantically pressing buttons.
INT/EXT. TRUCK
Indy's frantically driving the truck forwards and backwards,
avoiding the jet-blasts by mere feet, jamming the gears,
flooring it again and again, wheels spinning and throwing up
smoke. He's barely on e step ahead of the flames, judging where
they'll be by the WHINING SOUNDS that precede them.
Suddenly, the truck bucks violently and gives off a HORRIBLE
GEAR-SHREDDING SOUND...
BENEATH THE TRUCK
...and the drivetrain falls offf clanging to the floor in a
smoking heap.
{ ' INT/EXT. TRUCK
Indy raises his right arm into view — the entire gear shift
assembly has come off in his hand.
Suddenly, the driver he punched out earlier comes to and sits
up in confusion. RACK FOCUS to a huge jet engine next to him
BEGINNING TO WHINE. Indy whispers hoarsely:
INDY
Run.
Indy jumps out. The driver just looks around.
DRIVER
Aah? Che—?
And B00000M1 Indy dives clear as a BLAST OF FLAME punches
through the panel truck, buckling the sheet metal into molten
fragments and spinning the vehicle completely upside-down.
YURI'S MEN
see Indy run clear. They OPEN FIRE.
INDY
runs a gauntlet of FLAMING JET-BLASTS while ducking bullets,
shucking and jiving for all he's worth. It's a deadly game of
16.
"red-light-green-light" with the igniting flames, Indy jumping
back one moment, diving forward the next...
...and he finally makes it out the far end, braking into a
full-out run! Suddenly, from out of the shadows:
WHAM! Indy gets body-slammed by somebody and goes flying. He
crashes into a row of steel shelves and sends them over like
dominoes, scattering engine parts everywhere.
Indy sits up painfully, shaking his head to clear it, and
gazes up to see what hit him. It's Yuri. He gives Indy a wry
shake of his head, offers his hand to him to help him up.
Indy takes his hand, pulls himself off the ground — and rams
his head into Yuri's stomach, driving him back. More shelves go
flying. Yuri manages to stay on his feet, yanks Indy upright
and punches him so hard it spins Indy around.
Indy lets Yuri have it right back, landing a solid punch that
snaps Yuri's head back and bloodies his nose. Yuri just shakes
it off, smiles at Indy through bloody teeth, and:
WHAM! Indy gets nailed with an uppercut that lifts him clean
off his feet. He flies back through the air —
ANGLE ON "COCKPIT"
— and lands jarringly in what appears to be a small cockpit
simulator of some sort. It's got hardly any instruments, just
a few dials and a pull-handle marked "FIRE."
Indy tries to sit up, but Yuri shoves him back in, pinning
him. Indy's got no leverage. Yuri wraps his hands around
Indy's throat, choking him. Through clenched teeth:
YURI
Sorry about your truck.
WHAM! Yuri punctuates his line with a pile-driver punch down
into Indy's face. In return:
INDY
Sorry about your plutonium.
WHAM! indy punctuates that with a pile-driver punch up into
Yuri's face. Suddenly, the other Russians arrive, two of them
pinning Indy in the "cockpit" by the shoulders. Yuri rises.
YURI
The plutonium is fine. Fireproof
casing. We got what we came for.
(off Indy's look)
All you did was inconvenience me.
17.
INDY
(bitterly)
(^ What are pals for?
RUSSIAN
(Russian, subtitled)
We kill him now?
YURI
(Russian, subtitled)
Not just yet.
Yuri pulls a slender wooden case from his inner pocket, opens
it. The interior is felt-lined. He pulls out a HUGE HYPODERMIC
NEEDLE filled with clear fluid. Indy's eyes go wide.
Yuri uncaps the hypo and taps it to clear the bubbles. He
bends down, preparing to jam the hypo into Indy's neck.
Indy glances at the pull-handle marked "FIRE." with a "what
have I got to lose" look on his face, he decide to see what
happens when he pulls it. He reaches over, yanks it —
— and is stunned as the rear end of the "cockpit" ignites
with a BLAST OF FLAME and an enormous ROAR! The Russians jerk
back in shock. Yuri has a startled beat of realization, jumps
on Indy — and they're both instantly whisked from sight —
WIDER ANGLE
— as the "cockpit" turns out to be a ROCKET SLED hurtling
along a set of rails. Indy and Yuri hang on for dear life as
the sled goes screaming down its track —
EXT. HANGAR - NIGHT
— and EXPLODES through a set of wooden doors into the night.
Once clear, an even bigger BOOSTER OF FLAME kicks in, hurtling
them ever faster. Up ahead, a section of the outer gate open
automatically, heralded by spinning lights. They zip through —
EXT. DESERT - NIGHT
— and go blazing down the rails across the desert.
ON THE ROCKET SLED
Both men are screaming and holding on. The sled goes faster
and faster still, everything vibrating like crazy.
Yuri tries to pull Indy out of the seat, but Indy lands a
solid punch to the Russian's nose that flips him over the
back of the sled.
Yuri's now hanging on by his fingertips, his body horizontal
in the slipstream above the ROARING ROCKET FLAME. The contrail
is enormous, over thirty feet long.
/S^>\
/Cm>\
18.
Indy manages to twist around in the seat, getting properly
positioned. Fighting the G-forces every inch of the way, he
grabs the safety harness and raises it up to his chest,
trying to get it buckled. He almost gets it, but:
With a mighty effort, Yuri thrusts his arm forward and loops
it around Indy's neck. Now Indy's being choked again, not to
mention being pulled inexorably out of his seat. The Russian's
howling in his ear, both their faces getting plastered back
by sheer G-force.
Indy sees the hypo on the floor near his foot. He reaches for
it with straining fingers, manages to grab it.
In danger of being yanked out the sled, Indy ships the hypo
up and stabs it repeatedly over his shoulder at Yuri. Yuri
keeps avoiding it, whipping his head from side to side. He
gets Indy's wrist in an iron grip, turning the hypo back on
Indy now, straining to jam it into his neck.
Indy throws several quick punches over his shoulder with his
free hand, popping Yuri in the nose. Yuri's grip on Indy
wrenches loose. The hypo falls back into the cockpit as the
Russian drops back, again hanging by his fingertips.
Indy forces himself back down into his seat. He tries again
to buckle his safety harness, his hands fighting to overcome
the G-forces. He almost gets it, but:
Suddenly, the sled's booster shuts down. Indy is hurled forward
as the gees reverse, banging his head off the control panel
and cracking a glass dial. Yuri goes sailing over Indy's head,
thrown clear and vanishing from view. The sled comes to a
stop, shutting down to complete silence.
Groaning, Indy sits clutches his bleeding head, trying not to
pass out. It's an effort of will, but he stays conscious. And
just when he looks up —
— WHAM! Yuri sucker-punches him, knocking him out as we
FADE TO:
EXT. DESERT - NIGHT
Indy's slumped unconscious in the sled, blood trickling down
his face. A HAND reaches into frame, rolls up his sleeve, and
jabs him with the HYPODERMIC. Indy starts coming to. More
hands reach in and grab him, hauling him out of the sled.
The Russians sit him on the ground. Yuri crouches before him.
Indy rubs his arm, realizing they injected him.
INDY
What was in the hypo?
/0^!\
J0££\
/0>>\
19.
YURI
Something to make you cooperate.
You have to tell me, Indy. Who else
knows about this? Is my mission at
risk? Is a trap being set?
INDY
Go piss up a rope.
YURI
(checks his watch)
The drug requires a few more
seconds...
(sighs)
I regret this has come between us,
my friend.
INDY
There's an old American saying.
With friends like you...
YURI
...who needs enemies. Yes, I have
heard it. Sadly true in our case,
as it turns out.
Indy swoons as the drug kicks in. He almost nods out. The men
around him prop him up. Yuri slaps him to keep him conscious,
grabs him by the jaw and looks him in the eye.
YURI
Who else knows? Or was this just
you being stupid and meddling in
things you shouldn't?
INDY
...nobody knows...just me...
Yuri nods. He knows Indy's telling the truth. Softly:
YURI
You should have stuck to digging up
pottery, priyatel. Any last words?
INDY
I love America.
Indy passes out and falls back with a THUMP. Yuri looks to
his men.
YURI
(in Russian, subtitled)
Take him with the other one.
WIPE TO:
20.
EXT. DESERT - MORNING
(^ A BLACK 1948 CADILLAC races across the desert flats.
TWO RUSSIANS are in the car, both wearing black trenchcoats
and black hats. CAMERA DRIFTS BACK, closing on the trunk...
IN THE TRUNK
...where we find Indy painfully coming to. He looks around
and discovers he's lying next to dead professor Avery in his
pale yellow plaid suit. Indy feels around in the dark, trying
to find a way out of his predicament. He finds a shovel and
raises it, mind racing for a plan...
IN THE CAR
Russian #1 studies a map in the passenger seat.
RUSSIAN #1
(in Russian, subtitled)
This is it. Right here.
THE CAR
stops in the middle of nowhere. The Russians get out, circle
around to the trunk.
( RUSSIAN #2
(in Russian, subtitled)
So we just leave them out here?
That doesn't make sense.
RUSSIAN #1
(in Russian, subtitled)
Orders are orders. Don't think,
just do as we're told.
They open the trunk...and nothing. Just two inert bodies.
They reach over Professor Avery and grab Indy first, hauling
him out by the arms and legs. They stagger about ten feet
from the car and deposit him on the ground...
—while b.g.. Professor Avery apparently comes to life and
gets out of the trunk. It's Indy, wearing the pale yellow
plaid suit and clutching the shovel.
The Russians sense movement behind them, but too late — Indy
WHACKS them both with the shovel, laying them out flat.
Indy looks desperately around, trying to get his bearings. He
sees something, shields his eyes against the sun:
There's a town about half a mile away.
/0fc\
21.
Indy jumps in the car, cranks the engine, and peels off
toward the town. As the Cadillac dwindles:
The Russians painfully come to. They stagger to their feet
and realize their car is leaving without them. It's already
several hundred yards away. Russian #2 pulls a burp gun from
under his trenchcoat and OPENS FIRE...
TRACKING WITH THE CADILLAC
and the back of the car is TORN UP BY BULLETS. Indy ducks
as the rear window blows out and the dashboard gets chewed
up. Worst yet, the tires blow out.
The car slews to a smoking stop, steam billowing from the
radiator. Indy jumps out. He's halfway to the town.
He starts running the rest of the way. Far behind him, the
Russians are two black specks pursuing him.
EXT. TOWN - DAY
A prim, neat little town of white picket fences. Indy comes
running up a street and pauses. There's nobody in sight.
INDY
HELLO? HELLO? HELP!
No answer. He glances back. The Russians are closing. Indy
dashes off, losing himself between the houses —
NEW ANGLE
— and he comes around into a backyard as the Russians appear
on the street b.g., trying to see where he went.
The split up. Russian #1 comes this way with a pistol in his
hand. Indy keeps going, right through somebody's laundry line -
VARIOUS ANGLES
— and manages to keep one step ahead of his pursuers, dodging
them by inches. He gets to a back door, dashes inside —
INT. HOUSE - DAY
— and finds himself in a kitchen, where he presses up against
a HEAVY-DUTY REFRIGERATOR. Russian #1 drifts past the window
outside as Indy holds his breath. The Russian moves off.
Indy crosses to the archway leading to the dining room.
INDY
/***• Hello? Anybody?
No answer. But he's hearing FAINT MUSIC. Somebody's in the
house. It draws him into:
{
22.
A HALLWAY
Indy moves up the hallway as the music grows louder: it's a
bouncy tune from "The Howdy Doody Show."
LIVING ROOM
Indy peeks in. A FAMILY is seated with their backs to us
watching "Howdy Doody" on a black & white TV set — MOM, DAD,
and TWO KIDS. Indy enters in a breathless rush:
INDY
Look, I'm sorry, but it's an
emergency. There are Russian spies
outside, in your town right now,
and they're both armed, and...
Nobody's moved. Their attention is riveted to the screen.
INDY
Heyl What's wrong with you people?
He steps forward and grabs Dad's shoulder —
NEW ANGLE
— only to realize Mom and Dad aren't "people" — they're
mannequins. Indy looks to the kids. They're fake too. Blank,
lifeless faces stare at the TV screen where:
BUFFALO BOB
Why, Howdy, haven't you guessed
yet? It's an imaginary place I
HOWDY DOODY
Oh, boyl Let's have some funJ
PUSH IN FOR A TIGHT SWEATY CLOSEUP on Indy. Stunned. Trying
to process what's happening. Suddenly.
AN AIR RAID SIREN STARTS WAILING. Indy gazes up, listening.
INDY
Oh, that can't be good...
He runs from the room —
EXT. HOUSE - DAY
— and onto the front lawn. A MANNEQUIN MAILMAN is frozen at
the mailbox, delivering mail. Across the street, a MANNEQUIN
PEDESTRIAN is frozen in mid-stride, walking a FAKE DOG on a
leash. Up the street, a GROUP OF MANNEQUIN KIDS are frozen on
f^ their bicycles while a MANNEQUIN DRIVER waves cheerily at them
from behind the wheel of his motionless BUICK. On a porch,
a MANNEQUIN MOM serves cookies to her MANNEQUIN FAMILY.
/fl^V
23.
The SIREN IS WAILING EERILY, rising and falling. The Russians
appear, running into the street to listen, faces pale, their
f0"^ mission to kill Indy momentarily forgotten.
Indy walks into the street shielding his eyes against the
sun, scanning the rooftops. CAMERA COMES AROUND, revealing:
There, over the rooftops a few hundred yards out of town,
stands a metal-frame TOWER festooned with sirens and
loudspeakers...not to mention a Fat Man-style NUCLEAR BOMB
lying in its cradle on the tower platform. Suddenly, a MALE
VOICE COMES OVER THE LOUDSPEAKERS, booming and echoing across
miles of desert:
VOICE (O.S.)
All personnel take final positions.
Countdown to detonation is commencing
at t-minus two minutes and counting...
Indy and the Russians trade a profound look of "holy shit."
VOICE (O.S.)
T-minus, one minute fifty five seconds
and counting...
Indy turns and runs out of town. The Russians take off after
him, hauling ass for all they're worth to catch up.
EXT. DESERT - DAY
TRACKING SHOT brings Indy away from town across the flats,
running as fast as he can, the Russians not far behind.
INDY
(in Russian, subtitled)
You idiots shot the car!
RUSSIAN #2
(in Russian, subtitled)
Shut up and run!
VOICE (O.S.)
T-minus one minute twenty seconds
and counting...
INDY
suddenly stops, panting hard, knowing this is pointless. CAMERA
PUSHES IN as he thinks fast, making a desperate decision. The
Russians run past him, hollering for him to keep going.
Instead. Indy turns back. The Russians are stunned, glancing
back over their shoulders as they keep running.
VOICE (O.S.)
T-minus one minute ten seconds and
counting...
/t5^\
/*~V
24.
TRACKING WITH INDY
^ - running back to town, pushing himself beyond his limits as:
VOICE (O.S.)
T-minus fifty five seconds and
counting...
EXT. TOWN - DAY
Indy comes running up Main Street, near collapse. He pauses
to catch his breath, pressing on as:
VOICE (O.S.)
T-minus twenty five seconds and
counting...
INT. HOUSE - DAY
Indy bursts in, racing through the rooms and up the hallway,
dogged by the cheery "Howdy Doody" THEME MUSIC (sung to the
happy tune of "Ta-ra-ra Boom-Der-e"):
SINGING VOICES (O.S.)
"It's Howdy Doody time, it's Howdy
Doody time, it's Howdy Doody time..."
^ VOICE (O.S.)
( T-minus fifteen seconds and
counting...
Indy cuts around the corner into:
THE KITCHEN
He throws open the fridge. It's full of shelving and groceries,
He frantically yanks the stuff out, shelves and all as:
VOICE (O.S.)
T-minus five seconds and
counting...
Indy jumps in the fridge, slams the door...
VOICE (O.S.)
T-minus zero.
and THE SCREEN GOES WHITE.
IN THE INCREDIBLE GLARE, SLO-MO AND OVEREXPOSED, WE SEE:
Mannequins flying apart in the nuclear blast-furnace like
leaves in a gale, bodies igniting like match-heads at
/*as flashpoint, kids getting swept off their bikes, mailman and
pedestrian going airborne and turning to cinders, mom and her
cookies sailing away on a wind of white fire, the Buick and
its waving driver tumbling down the street like a flaming toy
as walls collapse and roofs fly away...
25.
EXT. DESERT - DAY
(** ... and the AWESOME GLARE SUBSIDES just enough to see:
The Russians running. A BLASTWAVE OF HEAT AND DEBRIS comes
rocketing across the flats, turning sand to glass. And in the
instant before the blastwave consumes them, the last thing
the Russians see is:
A refrigerator zipping past right between them, riding the
blastwave.
Both Russians are instantly vaporized. The blastwave reaches
us and we become engulfed/blinded by dust...
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. DESERT - DAY
...and the dust billows away to reveal a scorched, halfmelted
refrigerator lying in a pile of debris.
We hear THUMPING from within. The latch gives and the door
swings up with a heave. Indy emerges, unsteady on his feet...
/fHfi^K
INT. FORWARD OBSERVATION BUNKER - DAY
...while a SOLDIER scans the blast zone with binoculars.
SOLDIER
Sir! There's something moving!
A GENERAL raises his own binoculars, focuses in. Softly:
GENERAL
Oh my God.
EXT. DESERT - DAY
Indy staggers toward us, gazing up with horror and awe. CAMERA
COMES AROUND to reveal:
Indiana Jones and the MUSHROOM CLOUD. The cloud roils higher,
ever higher, dominating the sky like the Hand of God itself.
Indy stands frozen, transfixed by the sight...
...until the SOUND OF ENGINES makes him turn. MILITARY VEHICLES
are converging, SOLDIERS jumping out and leveling weapons. Indy
raises his hands in surrender as we
CUT TO:
INT. DECONTAMINATION ROOM - DAY
Indy's in a decontamination shower, naked, holding onto an
overhead bar while MEN IN RADIATION SUITS scrub him raw.
26.
ANGLE SHIFTS to reveal CIA AGENT #1 in a shadowy room,
watching through a two-way mirror. CIA AGENT #2 appears at his
/"t™^ side.
CIA AGENT #2
Who is he?
CIA AGENT #1
The luckiest man alive. That
refrigerator he hid in was an old
Westinghouse model. Lined with
lead.
CUT TO:
INT. INTERROGATION ROOM - DAY
Indy, exhausted, sits pinned in the glare of an low overhead
light in a dark, dark room. A reel-to-reel TAPE RECORDER spins
slowly on a round table before him. He's surrounded by SEVEN
SHADOWY MEN in suits and ties, their faces unseen throughout:
INDY
I've told you everything.
MAN #1
You've told us nothing. Nothing
that makes sense.
MAN #2
You expect us to believe you
unknowingly harbored a Russian spy?
That you had no part in this?
INDY
I tried to stop them.
MAN #2
Right. By giving them your truck
INDY
Yuri's broke down that morning. They
said it would take three days to get
the part in. So he borrowed mine.
MAN #1
And that's when you supposedly
tried to stop them.
INDY
Hell, yes, I tried to stop them!
Just ask the scientist — that little
weasel, Quimby. Has he talked?
MAN #3
He's in custody. And willing to
name you as a conspirator.
/tf^s
27
j^rmVx
/fUTiWry
r
INDY
What, in return for leniency? He's
lying. Trying to save his own skin.
MAN #4
Unlike you. You're just a patriotic
American. A guy who believes the
United States should maintain her
nuclear superiority at all costs.
(sees Indy hesitate)
Correct me if I'm wrong.
INDY
I'm not sure I'd tie my patriotism
to a belief in nuclear weapons.
MAN #5
So you feel the Soviets should
dominate in that area.
INDY
I didn't say that...
MAN #5
What are you saying?
Indy hesitates again, knowing he might be screwed here.
INDY
I'm saying...well, I'm not sure
anybody should have the A-bomb. I
think we lack the wisdom for that
kind of power.
MAN #6
America lacks the wisdom? Did I
hear that right?
MAN #7
A strong defensive posture is the
policy of the United States
government — your government, Doctor
Jones. You'd prefer to see us fall
victim to our enemies?
INDY
Am I being charged with something?
Aside from surviving a nuclear blast?
If so, I'd like to invite my lawyer
to the philosophical debate.
MAN #3
Charged? No. Not yet. But I wouldn't
go making plans to leave the country
any time soon, if I were you.
yfljB*%!,
28.
INDY
Look, just call Dean Stalling at my
university! Or Senator Tashlin! Or
Congressman Freleng, he's known me
since I was a kid, or...or, hell,
there are people in your own
organization you can ask! They knew
me back in the OSS days during the
war! They'll vouch for me!
(leans forward, intense)
My reputation is beyond reproach,
you understand what I'm saying? I
have friends.
Pause. Man #1, his face still unseen, approaches the table
and crushes out a cigarette in an ashtray. Indy blinks up,
trying to see the man's face, but all he gets is a voice:
MAN #1
I think you'll find, Doctor Jones,
that you're wrong about that.
CUT TO:
EXT. MARSHALL UNIVERSITY - MORNING
The trees blaze with color. Arriving students and teachers
cross the campus grounds.
Indy arrives in an open-top BMW 328 roadster — definitely a
bachelor's car, and an eclectic one at that. He gets out,
grabs his briefcase, and heads for the main building...
...as a BLACK DODGE eases into frame with an FBI AGENT named
McKIMSON at the wheel. He's watching Indy's every move.
Indy glances back, glowering, fully aware that he's being
tailed. He proceeds into the building as McKimson pulls out a
little black notebook and makes a careful notation:
"7:44 a.m. — Subject arrives M.U."
INT. DEAN'S OFFICE - MORNING
Indy leans over DEAN CARL STALLING'S desk:
INDY
What do you mean I'm taking a leave of
absence? Semester's just starting...
STALLING
Now don't get upset...
INDY
You think this is upset? This isn't
even close to upset! I'm only at
mildly annoyed and warming up!
29.
STALLING
Indiana, please! Sit down and listen!
Indy takes a deep breath. With an effort of will, he sits
down and presents an air of calm:
INDY
I'm listening.
STALLING
Are you aware federal agents showed
up here yesterday and ransacked
your office for all your files?
INDY
(stunned)
You didn't stop them? You're dean
of this school, they had no right —
STALLING
They had every right! These weren't
vandals, these were grown men with
federal warrants!
(beat)
Don't you understand what's going
on here? Hasn't it sunk in yet?
He slides a NEWSPAPER across to Indy. The front page shows a
PHOTO OF INDY under a headline: "Local Professor Suspected of
Treason...IS HE RED?" Indy absorbs this, rocked to his heels.
STALLING
The government is building a case
against you. And they won't stop
until they have one.
INDY
So I'm fired? Is that it?
STALLING
It's a leave of absence. Until this
thing blows over.
INDY
I've taught here twenty seven
years, Carl. I have tenure.
STALLING
It's not ray decision. It comes from
the Board of Regents. They feel
this university cannot be embroiled
in this kind of scandal,
(softly)
/"^ I'm sorry. My hands are tied.
CUT TO:
30.
INT. INDY'S CLASSROOM - MOMENTS LATER - MORNING
STUDENTS have arrived and are just settling in. The NEW TEACHER
is chalking his name on the blackboard:
TEACHER
My name...is Mr. Sullivan...
Suddenly, Indy appears at the doorway. The room goes quiet.
He enters slowly. Goes to the desk. All eyes on him.
He opens his briefcase on the desk. Starts quietly gathering
his personal items and placing them inside. The silence thick.
He glances up and sees the faces of his students. Their
expressions are anguished. Indy clears his throat.
INDY
Mr. Sullivan will be filling in for
me while I'm gone. I am certain he is
an excellent teacher, and I expect
you'll treat him with the same
respect you've always treated me.
(beat)
My not being here does not excuse
your efforts as regards your studies.
In plain English, no slacking off
in my absence. I can promise you a
typically unforgiving mid-term. Mr.
Sullivan will see to it.
He places a final item in his briefcase, latches it. He looks
up and realizes that some of his students have tear on their
faces. Indy is deeply moved, but keeps his voice steady:
INDY
It has been my privilege to be your
teacher. Good luck.
He picks up his briefcase, tucks his potted plant under his
arm, and heads for the door. He stops halfway...
TIGHT ON INDY
and turns back, gazing up at his students.
INDY
If there's one thing my father taught
me, it's self-reliance. That means
thinking for yourself.
(beat)
never let them close your minds.
/f*^ Never be told what to think. God
gave you brains for a reason.
CUT TO:
31.
EXT. CAMPUS MUSEUM - NIGHT
f10** The museum fronts a park-like square under a sky full of stars,
v At first we think the area is deserted, but then we hear:
INDY (O.S.)
(drunk, singing)
"It happened in Monterey, a long
time agoooo...I met her in
Monterey, in old Mexicooo..."
Indy enters frame, holding a bottle of scotch.
INDY
"...stars and steel guitars and
luscious lips as red as wine...broke
somebody's heart, and I'm afraaaid
that it was miiine..."
He knocks back a swig. HEADLIGHTS suddenly creep into view
b.g., stopping. It's that black Dodge again.
INDY
Oh, for cryin' out loud. Let a guy
get pie-eyed in peace, willya?
IN THE DODGE
Agent McKimson is still keeping tabs on Indy. He kills the
engine. Through the windshield, we see Indy step off the
grass, crossing toward the museum.
Indy pauses halfway, lifts the neck of the bottle like a
microphone, and bellows toward the car.
INDY
"MY INDISCREET HEART...LOOONGS FOR
THAT SWEETHEART...THAT I LEFT IN
OLD MONTEREEEEY..."
He staggers on, vanishing up the museum steps. Unflappable,
McKimson pulls out his little notebook to make an entry.
INT. MUSEUM ROTUNDA - NIGHT
Dark and moody, with just the night lights glowing. We find
Indy moving along the displays, admiring them:
INDY
I'm telling you, Marcus, they really
nailed my hide to the wall this
time. They took my job. Froze my
bank accounts. And get this, they
/*"*" want to try me for treason. Can you
1 beat that? Treason! Me!
32.
Indy walks to the center of the rotunda. CAMERA BRINGS US
into an OVER-THE-SHOULDER OF SOME UNSEEN PERSON.
INDY
Now I ask you, does that sound
reasonable? I mean, really. Marcus,
have you ever met a more red,
white, black & blue guy than me?
He approaches the figure. As he steps close, CAMERA COMES
AROUND to reveal a life-size BRONZE STATUE OF MARCUS BRODY
occupying the center of the rotunda. It's a flawless likeness,
capturing even the warmth of Marcus' cocked grin. Indy glances
down at the plaque, which reads:
"MARCUS BRODY — In Memorium — 1882-1952"
INDY
(softly)
I sure do miss you, pal. I wish you
were here right now.
Indy turns away, wiping the mist from his eyes as he regards
the museum. He moves back to the display cases containing
rare and beautiful objects, some of which we recognize — in
fact, there's the Cross of Coronado from "Last Crusade."
INDY
Look at this place. Look what we
made of it, you and me. The effort
that went into these exhibits...
(reminiscing from
object to object)
...fractured leg...dislocated
shoulder...minor concussion...
he stops at the next display, which contains a very familiar
item — the small gold Fertility Goddess from "Raiders."
Lying in the display next to it is Indy's famous leather
satchel.
INDY
I took some lumps getting this one
back, huh? Half this stuff is ours,
pal. We paid for 'em in faith, hard
work, and broken bones. In fact...
A booze-fueled idea is forming. He tosses Brody a sly look.
INDY
...I'm taking 'em with me!
He tries the display case, but it's locked. He unhooks a
brass stanchion from its velvet rope, picks it up, and rams
it right through the glass with a godawful loud CRASH!
Indy looks to Brody's statue, puts a finger to his lips:
y^SffV
yfffl^S,
ygflB***,
33.
INDY
Sshhhh.
He grabs his satchel out first, slings it over his neck. Then he
reaches in for the idol...and stops. He notices the Goddess is
sitting on a pressure-sensitive pad — cued by Indy's look,
CAMERA follows the connected wires across and then up the inside
wall of the cabinet. Indy glances up and sees:
An ALARM BELL mounted on the wall of the museum up near the
ceiling. One of dozens. Indy thinks a moment, then:
A FEW QUICK CUTS
show Indy duplicating his attempt from the opening of
"Raiders." He whips out his handkerchief, lays it flat on the
floor. Dumps sand into it from a public ashtray. Ties the
ends up to make a bag of sand, and then we're back to:
THE DISPLAY CASE
Indy pauses, judging the weight of the idol by eye. As we saw
him do years ago, he dumps a little excess sand from the bag
to get the weight just right...and does a smooth switch. For
a moment, it looks like he made it! Indy smiles...
. , anri fhpn AT.T. THE BELLS GO OFF. He looks up. Crap.
EXT. MUSEUM - NIGHT
McKimson jumps from his car, hearing the alarm.
INT. MUSEUM - NIGHT
Indy stuff the idol into his satchel, starts grabbing other
things out of the case. Suddenly, an ELDERLY BLACK MUSEUM
GUARD named JACKSON comes racing around the corner, stunned:
JACKSON
Doctor Jones? What on earth to you
think you're doing?
indy's abashed, like a kid caught stealing:
INDY
I, uh, well, I was just...
JACKSON
You were just drunk as a monkey! I
can smell you from here!
(wagging his finger)
Indiana Jones, you ought to be
ashamed of yourself! What would
your father say?
INDY
You're not gonna tell him, are you?
/rtf**".
34.
JACKSON
Looky here. I'm going back down to
the basement and finish my sandwich
and coffee. If you're gone when I get
back...and there ain't a damn thing
missing...then I never saw you.
He turns and walks away, leaving a very embarrassed Indiana
Jones. After a few moments, the ALARM TURNS OFF. Indy turns
back toward the display case...
...and sees Agent McKimson standing outside the glass entry
doors, watching. Indy gets pissed off all over again:
INDY
YOU GONNA WRITE THAT IN YOUR LITTLE
NOTEBOOK?
McKimson opens the door, steps inside.
MCKIMSON
Professor. You're drunk.
INDY
Yeah? Wanna make something of it?
MCKIMSON
If it's any consolation, I don't
like this any better than you do.
Me, I think you're getting a raw
deal, but that's just between us
and off the record.
Indy backs down, disarmed by the man's unexpected sympathy.
MCKIMSON
You're in no condition to drive.
Can I offer you a ride home?
Indy thinks it over, this unexpected kindness making him feel
ashamed of himself. He nods...
INDY
Yeah. That'd be swell. Thanks.
—and CRACK! A small hole appears in the glass door behind
Agent McKimson. He goes stiff, eyes wide with surprise. For a
brief moment Indy has no idea what's happening...
...and then he gets the shock of his life as McKimson drops
from frame, revealing:
The Thin Man outside the glass doors. We'd know this guy
anywhere. We saw him at the plutonium exchange. Death in a
homburg hat. Dressed all in black. Rat-thin face with a long
scar bisecting a milky dead eye. He's got a SILENCED PISTOL
smoking in his hand, an old-fashioned broom-handled Mauser.
z*5^
35.
The Thin Man FIRES again, putting another hole through the
glass as Indy ducks and runs.
The thin Man runs at the doors FIRING, the glass gremulating
and collapsing to the floor from the door frame. He leaps in
through the sudden "entrance," aiming after Indy.
He SHOOTS. The bullet PINGS off the Brody statue as Indy runs
past it. The Thin Man takes off in pursuit.
INDY
races through the darkened museum, instantly sober from
adrenaline and panic. SILENCED GUNSHOTS are whining past his
head, punching holes through glass displays and obliterating
precious artifacts. Indy cries out each time a museum piece
EXPLODES near him, horrified to see them destroyed.
A BULLET ZINGS by him and shatters the leg of a table up ahead,
upon which sits a priceless HAN DYNASTY VASE. The vase topples —
— and Indy dives to the floor, sliding on his stomach with
arms outstretched. The vase falls perfectly into his grasp as
he skids to a stop. He sets the vase delicately on floor —
— and a bullet WHIZZES past his ear and BLASTS the vase to
smithereens. Shit! He lunges to his feet and keeps running.
THE THIN MAN
reloads his pistol on the run. Indy darts around a corner up
ahead. The Thin Man follows and finds:
The back exit doors are chained. There's only one other door
in sight. He jerks it open, darts through it gun-first...
INT. MUSEUM CLOCK TOWER - NIGHT
...and glances up, hearing FOOTSTEPS ECHOING to silence above.
The Thin Man takes the stairs three at a time...
INT. BELL ROOM/TOP OF TOWER - NIGHT
...and he edges into view from below. Shadows everywhere.
Large open archways face out on two sides to the night air.
THO HUGE GLASS CLOCK FACES occupy the other two walls, big
gears and cogs turning slowly. Light filters through the milky
glass, throwing shadows of Roman numerals and clock hands.
Eerie LIFE-SIZED BRONZE GODS AND GODDESSES are arrayed on a
complex system of circular tracks — Zeus, Apollo, Neptune, Mars,
Aphrodite — a dozen in all, poised to bang the bells with their
implements. (Neptune has a trident, Thor has a hammer...)
The Thin Man glides like a shadow, straining for any sign of
his quarry. He thinks he hears a rustle in the darkness.
36.
He glances down to see the tips of Indy's shoes poking out
from behind an upright beam. He edges closer as the clock
gears turn, seconds away from midnight. Softly:
THIN MAN
(softly)
C'mon, pally. Let's not drag this
out.
The Thin Man darts around the beam to shoot — only Indy's
not there. It's just his shoes.
The CLOCK STRIKES MIDNIGHT and the clockwork gods jerk and
rumble to life. The Thin Man gasps and spins around, whipping
his aim at the sudden movement.
The bronze figures are turning on their track and BANGING out
the preamble melody on a series of bells, the room filling
with sound and moving shadows...
...and we catch a glimpse of a "god" wiping through a spill
of light as the figures come around — it's Indy. arm cocked.
WHAM! Indy lands an awesome punch. The thin Man loses his gun
and goes flying, skidding flat on his back...but springs forward
straight up off his back and lands on his feet like a cat!
/SP!S Indy grabs a mop handle, brandishing it. Not missing a beat,
f the Thin Man twirls around, snatches a passing sword from Mars,
the God of War, and cleaves Indy's weapon at mid-point on the
floor through. Indy's suddenly just holding a short stick.
The killer comes at Indy with a wicked flurry of sword moves.
Indy barely avoids being gutted, ducking and dodging, stumbling
onto the moving track and using the bronze figures for cover.
The fight becomes a deadly dance between Indy, the Thin Man,
and the moving clockwork figures, both men ducking mechanical
limbs and implements (or getting clobbered by them) as the
battle moves down the automated track...
EXT. CLOCK TOWER - NIGHT
...and out through a door, winding around the outside of the
clock tower a hundred feet in the air. The thin Man gets Indy
in a stranglehold, trying to force him over the side.
Grimacing, Indy manages to shove the Thin Man into the path of
Thor's hammer as it swings. WHACK! The assassin gets smacked in
the head as the mechanical track carries them back inside...
INT. CLOCK TOWER - NIGHT
/***• ...and the men are hurled to the floor as the rig lurches to
• a stop. And now the truly deafening part begins — the HUGE
MAIN BELL STARTS TOLLING THE HOUR as:
/0***,
/jP^N
37.
The Thin Man sees his gun lying on the floor where he dropped
it earlier. He scrambles for it.
Indy knows he can never get there in time. Thinking fast, he
yanks the Fertility Goddess from his satchel...
THE THIN MAN
snatches up the gun and spins around to shoot...but the
Fertility goddess whizzes through the air like a fastball and
nails him right between the eyes. THUNK! The impact sends him
flying back, CRASHING through:
THE HUGE CLOCK FACE
It disintegrates spectacularly as the Thin Man explodes through
it, plummeting in a rain of glass —
EXT. ROOF - NIGHT
— and he lands heavily on the roof below. The roof is peaked and
clay-tiled, steep angles descending on either side. The killer
loses his gun — the Mauser pistol goes sliding/clattering
down the steep roof tiles, vanishing from sight.
The Thin Man pushes to his feet, balancing on the peak...as
Indy drops onto the roof behind him. The killer whips around,
but Indy nails him with a mighty punch that bloodies his noes.
Thin Man snarls and lands a karate kick to Indy's stomach
that doubles him over. Indy backpedals, almost losing his
balance as his enemy presses the attack with a series of scary
martial arts moves — the guys a friggin' karate expert! To
make things worse, it's all happening with both men trying
like crazy to keep their balance on the peak of the roof!
Indy gets driven to his knees. The killer lunges — but Indy
crabs the guy and rolls back, using the momentum to vault the
Thin Man over his head. The killer flips through the air,
slams hard onto the sloping tile, and start to slide down...
...but he grabs Indy's satchel strap and pulls him over too.
The two men go sliding down the roof like an out-of-control
ride down a water slide, the Thin Man dragging Indy, Indy
folliwing head-first on his stomach, going airborne as they
hit a gable and sail over it like skiers hitting a ramp,
slamming back down, and suddenly there's the thin Man's gun
lying on the tiles, and he grabs it as they sail past, and,
holy crap, here comes the edge of the roof...
EDGE OF THE ROOF
...and the thin Man sails off into space — but Indy iams to
an abrupt stop at the roof's edge holding on to the killer.
//HWy
38.
The Thin Man finds himself penduluming over a horrible drop to
the pavement far below, Indy clutching him by one hand. The
killer aims his gun up at Indy. A look passes between them.
INDY
Shooting me right now would be a
really bad idea.
The Thin Man hates to admit it, but Indy's right. He drops
the Mauser to free up his hand, then reaches up and grabs
hold of Indy's wrist, trying to hold on. He's slipping.
INDY
Why are you trying to kill me?
THIN MAN
You're a loose end. People I work
for don't like loose ends.
(slips a bit more)
My hands are sweaty. Grab my sleeve.
Indy shifts his grip to the man's coat sleeve, grabbing it
with both hands. The killer's fingers are clawing at the edge
of the roof tile, trying to get a grip.
THIN MAN
C'mon, pally. Pull me up.
INDY
Give me a reason.
Suddenly — rrrriiiippp. The Thin Man glances to the side.
The seam of his coat is giving way at the shoulder. Slowly.
THIN MAN
Pull me up, I tell yal I'll spill
everything! I'll rat out the
Russkies! I'll clear ya, I swear I
will! Just pull me up! For the love'a
Mike, pull me up!
Indy's trying, straining with all his might. He's pulling the
Thin Man slowly, but surely, higher and higher...
The killer's face rises up into view. He's got his hand on
the tiles now, desperately getting some traction, moments
away from defeating gravity and being pulled to safety...
and his coat sleeve tears off. There's a horrible look of
realization in his eyes, a gasp of startled terror, as he
falls back and vanishes from view...
THE THIN MAN
free-falls away from camera, screaming, arms and legs
windmilling, clay tiles plummeting in his wake...
39.
ON THE ROOF
/0fc\ — and Indy hears a DISTANT THUMP. He crawls to the edge and
peers over, an empty coat sleeve flapping in his hand...
TIME CUT:
EXT. MUSEUM - NIGHT
Indy steps up to the thin Man's body. He goes to his knees,
searching the man's pockets. All he finds is a tiny key, the
kind that goes to a public locker. The locker number is stamped
on the bottom, along with the words: "Grand Central."
WIPE TO:
INT. INDY'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
An old battered suitcase hits the bed. It's covered with
countless stickers from exotic locales — Cairo, Sumatra,
Tibet, Lisbon, Prague, Pismo Beach...
The latches are thrown and the lid swung up. Inside, sprinkled
with mothballs, are a familiar LEATHER JACKET, crumpled FEDORA,
BULLWHIP, and GUN. The leather satchel is tossed in, joining
its companions. ANGLE UP to Indy, his expression intense.
He spins to his dresser and yanks the drawers completely out,
dumping their contents into the suitcase. Suddenly:
The lights come on. Indy turns, sees his father in the doorway.
Henry, Sr., is in his robe, blinking sleepily.
HENRY
What time is it?
INDY
Late. Go back to bed.
Indy keeps tossing stuff into his suitcase like a madman. His
father moves into the room, eyeing him.
HENRY
Fine. Run away.
INDY
Dad, don't start...
HENRY
Run away like you've always run
away. That's what you're good at,
isn't it? Lord knows you've had
plenty of practice...
INDY
Dad, not now!
40.
HENRY
...and you've been drinking! Look
f0*^ at you, you're a mess! Small wonder
no self-respecting woman will have
anything to do with you...
INDY
...look, save the grandchildren
speech, okay, 'cause I'm really
pressed for time...
HENRY
Indiana, stop!
(advances, furious)
These charges of treason outrage me
to the marrow of my bones! They're
a disgrace to everything we hold
dear! You must stay and fight, son!
You mustn't run away!
INDY
No? Watch me.
Beat. Henry stuns Indy with a hard slap.
HENRY
It appears there's a reason you're
named after the dog.
Indy raises his hand to his face, tears stinging his eyes.
INDY
A man tried to kill me tonight. An
assassin sent by the Russians.
HENRY
Dear God...well, we must alert the
authorities! You need protection!
This surely proves your innocence!
INDY
He killed an FBI agent! The one
tailing me! They're gonna think I
did it! You know where that puts
me? The electric chair!
Suddenly, FLASHING RED LIGHTS play across the curtains. We
hear TIRES SCREECH to a stop, car doors SLAM, police radios
SQUAWK. Events are spiraling out of control fast.
Henry's torn, lost, reeling with guilt for the slap. He
throws his arms around Indy in a desperate, fatherly embrace.
HENRY
Junior. Forgive me...
Indy melts in his father's arms for a moment...
j0to*±
41.
HENRY
...but I can't let you run. I won't.
You'll only prove them right.
...then he recoils, angrily pulling free and shoving his father
off his feet into a chair. He grabs his suitcase off the bed.
INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT
There's POUNDING at the front door, COP SHADOWS on the pebbled
glass. Indy bursts from the bedroom, chased a moment later by
his father. They lock eyes for a moment.
— then cut in two different directions: Henry going for the
front door, Indy coming toward us with his suitcase.
HENRY
Coming...coming...hold on...
Indy turns the corner and pauses TIGHT TO CAMERA, listening.
Henry opens the door into a GLARE OF FLASHLIGHTS b.g.
HENRY
What's the meaning of this? Do you
know what time it is?
COP
Sir, we're looking for your son...
HENRY
He hasn't been here all night. Why,
what's happened...
Indy sighs with relief, darts from frame...
EXT. INDY'S HOUSE - NIGHT
...and crouches in the bushes as COPS WITH FLASHLIGHTS run
by. More FLASHING RED LIGHTS are arriving, sweeping the
neighborhood. Indy makes a break, vaults the back fence, and
runs off into the night as we
WIPE TO:
EXT. MANHATTAN - AERIAL ESTABLISHING SHOT - DAY
The gleaming spires of both the Chrysler and Empire State
Buildings catch the morning sun. A FORD TRI-MOTOR PASSENGER
PLANE thunders into frame, heading for the skyline
WIPE TO:
INT. GRAND CENTRAL STATION - DAY
Indy makes his way among throngs of COMMUTERS, suitcase in
hand. He comes to the public lockers, checking the key against
s@&\
42.
the locker numbers. He finds the one he's looking for, makes
damn sure he isn't being watched, inserts the key...
ANGLE FROM INSIDE THE LOCKER
...and swings the door open. Indy's sunned at what he finds
inside. It's a BOWLING BALL BAG with tartan sides. The same
one Yuri handed off to the Thin man at the military base.
Lying next to it is a HOTEL ROOM KEY with a plastic tag. Indy
reaches in, grabs them...
EXT. BUSY MANHATTAN STREET - DAY
...and his hand comes up into frame with the hotel key. The
tag reads: "Hotel Excelsior." TILT UP to the Hotel Excelsior
across the street. Indy steps off the curb, dodging traffic...
ANGLE FROM INSIDE PARKED CAR
...and as Indy reaches the other side, ANGLE SHIFTS f.g. to a
gangster named REGGIE NALDER slouched behind the wheel of his
car with a racing form in his hand, chewing on a toothpick.
He watches with keen interest as Indy enters the hotel.
INT. HOTEL EXCELSIOR - DAY
Indy comes up the hallway, finds the room number. He sets his
suitcase and the blowing ball bag down, pulls his trusty old
scuffed revolver from under his coat, inserts the key...
INT. HOTEL ROOM - DAY
...and bursts in, ready for anything. The place is a flea pit.
And it's empty. He does a quick search just to make sure,
grabs the bags in from the hallway, slams the door. He slots
the security chain for good measure.
He brings the blowing ball bag to a table, regards it with
deep wonder and suspicion. What the hell could be inside? He
pulls up a chair, gets himself ready for the big moment.
He grabs a paperclip, straightens it, picks the lock. The bag
is stuffed with crumpled newspaper. He reaches in, feeling
around, growing more puzzled as his fingers find something he
can't identify. He pulls it out, revealing:
A CRYSTAL SKULL
Perfectly formed, life-sized, smoother than glass, kicking
light like a giant diamond orb. At first glance it would appear
to be the world's most exotic art object.
INDY
recognizes it instantly for what it is, a thrill going through
him. From his expression, it's a rare object indeed. Softly:
ytff^K
43.
INDY
Skull of Destiny. My God.
(raises it reluctantly)
What on earth do the Russians want
with you?
He gazes into its eyes in wonder, deeply drawn by it, getting
lost in its depths. Reflected light is kicking into his eyes,
the effect proving hypnotic, and suddenly the daylight in the
room seems to grow dimmer as the traffic noise FADES AWAY,
and now the skull seems to be glowing from within, getting
brighter as all sound vanishes except for an EERIE HARMONIC
HUM building from the netherworld, pulling Indy into an ever
greater trance, ensnaring him in the skull's seductive curves
and facets, and the room is gone now except for Indy and the
skull blazing like a beacon in his hands, and what before was
merely reflected light from the skull's surface now resolves
into purposeful twin beams emanating from the skull's empty
eye sockets into Indy's eyes, his gaze helplessly locked now
with the skull's, and we begin to hear TERRIFYING WHISPERS,
GUTTURAL INHUMAN VOICES speaking in strange tongues, and —
— BAM1 BAM1BAM1 Somebody's POUNDING at the door. Indy snaps
out of it, everything back to normal: the daylight, the CARS
HONKING outside, the shabby room.
He recoils from the skull, reeling from the experience, his
face drenched with sweat. What the hell just happened? He
sets it on the table, grabs his revolver, goes to the door.
INDY
Who is it?
MAN'S VOICE (O.S.)
Mother Macree! Open up!
Indy cracks the door open with the chain still on. Reggie
Nalder, the gangster from the car, peers in at him.
REGGIE
You gonna let me in, or do I stand
here drawing a crowd?
Indy, nonplussed, unchains the door. Reggie saunters in, sees
the gun.
REGGIE
Nix, buddy, nix. I'm the guy you
want.
(Indy lowers the gun)
You're three days overdue! That's a
long time I gotta cool my heels!
Where the hell you been?
Indy realizes this guy has assumed he's somebody else.
/40&>\
/rffltibS
/4&Sg!K
44.
INDY
I had an errand. What's it to you?
REGGIE
Nothin', now that you mention it.
The less I know the better.
(sees the skull)
Nice paperweight.
(pulls an envelope)
I'm supposed to tell you to go to
the Hotel El Presidente and wait
for your contact. Pleasure doin'
business...
Reggie walks out. Indy is left holding the envelope. He opens
the flap, pulls out a passport, traveling money, and plane
tickets. He looks closer and sees...
CLOSEUP ON TICKET
...that his destination is Peru.
DISSOLVE TO:
TRAVEL MONTAGE
A MCDONALD-DOUGLAS CONSTELLATION (the most modern propellerdriven
airliner of its day, with a unique triple-rudder tail)
THUNDERS away from Manhattan...
...as Indy is served a drink by a PRETTY STEWARDESS, the
bowling ball bag sitting between his feet as carry-on...
...and a SERIES OF DISSOLVES takes place against a MOVING MAP
with an ANIMATED RED LINE taking us farther and farther south,
across the Gulf and down the Yucatan to South America...
...while Indy travels on a series of planes, each one less
modern than the last, each stewardess less attractive than
the one before, until he's riding in a scary old DC-3 with
rags stuffed in the windows and now stewardess at all — the
aisle is packed with crates of live GOATS instead...
... and the RED LINE reaches Lima, where it branches off into
a smaller line heading up into the mountains...
...where we find Indy jostling around in the most godawful
rickety BUS ever, winding up steep and treacherous mountain
roads. MONTAGE ENDS/MAP VANISHES as we find ourselves in:
EXT. MADRE DE DIOS, PERU - DAY
It's a backwater, just large enough to be called a city. Its
boulevard Grande, which lies before us, is unpaved and rutted
with mud. Welcome to the ends of the Earth.
45.
The bus pulls in. Indy gets off with the other passengers.
^ The street is bustling with WORKERS from the fields hauling
f®*^- bundles of cane, wandering LIVESTOCK, KIDS running and yelling,
stray dogs, burning trash. Across the street is:
The Hotel El President. A big, rundown, colonial mess. Indy
crosses the street and enters as we
CUT TO:
EXT. ALLEY - MANHATTAN - NIGHT
Reggie Nalder, his nose bloodied, comes sailing into frame
and slams up against the alley wall.
REGGIE
...it ain't my fault...I swear...
He cowers as a SHADOW falls over him. Hands reach in, grab
him by the collar. CAMERA COMES AROUND TIGHT to reveal:
YURI
You gave away my tickets and
passport! How is that not your fault?
jREGGIE
Our mutual friend...the thin man with
the scar and the dead eye...he tells
me Hotel Excelsior! Wait for a guy
with a plaid bowling ball bag to check
in , give him the envelope! How'm I
supposed to know it oughtta be you! I
just do what I'm told!
YURI
(beat)
And what did this man look like?
CUT TO:
TIGHT ON INDY
as he steps into frame, checking himself in a mirror as he
shrugs into the jacket of his tropical linen suit. EXOTIC
LATIN JAZZ drifts in through the open balcony doors —
INT. HOTEL ROOM - PERU - NIGHT
— as he grabs his revolver, jams it in the waistband of his
trousers. The suit's seen better days, but it's not too bad.
A little rumpled maybe. Most importantly for his purposes,
his suit jacket hides the gun. He buttons the jacket...
f0^ INT. LOBBY - NIGHT
...and descends the stairs to the front desk. The CONCIERGE
has a pencil-thin moustache and patent-leather hair.
46.
INDY
If somebody asks for me, I'll be in
(** the bar.
The concierge nods. CAMERA FOLLOWS Indy into:
INT. HOTEL BAR/NIGHTCLUB - NIGHT
Food and drinks are being served. A LATIN JAZZ COMBO, fronted
by a FEMALE VOCALIST, performs on a tiny stage (the source of
the music we heard up in Indy's room).
Indy crosses the room toward the bar, checking out the
occupants. They, in turn, check him out. Never have we seen a
more nefarious bunch. It looks like we raided the supporting
cast of a Michael Curtiz movie.
A FAT MAN wearing a fez and smoking a hookah nods to Indy as
he goes by. An UNSHAVEN PERUVIAN with an eyepatch and a MACAW
on his shoulder throws him a suspicious glance. Some EASTERN
EUROPEANS playing cards give him a glowering once-over.
Any of these people could be Indy's contact. From appearances,
they're all spies. Indy sits at the bar under a slow-turning
ceiling fan, his back to the room. The BARTENDER appears.
INDY
^m^ Martini, por favor.
As the drink is made, Indy tosses a subtle glance or two,
trying to guess which one of these rogues will approach him...
...while behind him, far b.g., a WOMAN enters the lobby. We're
too far away to see her face, and in any event she's obscured
by a stylish wide-brimmed hat that matches her white tailored
skirt suit. Whoever she is, she's got a sensational figure.
She steps to the front desk, speaking to the concierge —
FRONT DESK
— and the concierge responds with a nod, pointing:
CONCIERGE
The gentleman you seek is at the
bar.
She nods her thanks. CAMERA FOLLOWS her into the bar/nightclub
and across the room. We still don't see her face, but she's
certainly drawing her share of stares — she's too classy for
the joint, and gives off the air of a femme fatale. (The band
should be playing something hot and smoky during this walk.)
She comes up behind Indy as the bartender sets down his
/
/?"rN martini. She makes her presence known by plucking an olive
with a white-gloved hand and dropping it in Indy's drink.
47.
Indy turns, looking up at her. A frozen beat. His expression
going slack. For a moment his brain refuses to accept what
/***Ws he's seeing; it's literally the last person he ever expected:
REVERSE ANGLE:
reveals MARION RAVENWOOD. She looks fantastic, not to mention
dumbstruck at the sight of Indy her smile fades...
...and she hauls off and punches him in the mouth. Indy flies
off his stool and lands on his ass.
MARION
What the hell are you doing here?
INDY
What the hell you hitting me for?
MARION
I told you if I ever saw your face
again I'd pop you one I
Indy grabs the tool, hauling himself off the floor.
INDY
That was twelve years ago. You got
a long memory, lady.
( MARION
Yeah, too long! I still remember
you, don't I?
Indy rises to his feet, swaying a bit. She gets ready to punch
him again, but he lifts his hand to ward her off.
INDY
You said you'd pop me one, not two.
A lady always keeps a promise.
MARION
You didn't answer my question.
INDY
I'm meeting somebody. It could be
dangerous. I'd love to stand here
and reminisce, but you have to
leave.
MARION
fine, just gimme my crystal skull.
I'll wait outside.
INDY
f^ You? I'm meeting you?
y
MARION
You're still not too bright, are you,
Jones? Some things never change.
48.
She grabs his martini off the bar, downs it in one gulp.
^ MARION
Of al the diggers in the world, they
had to send you. Unbelievable.
She grabs the gin bottle off the bar and stalks out. Indy
rubs his jaw, sees the bartender staring at him.
INDY
On my room.
EXT. HOTEL EL PRESIDENT - NIGHT
Marion exits, swigging back gin and scattering chickens. Indy
runs out a moment later, dogging her up the street.
INDY
What are you mad at me for?
MARION
How much time you got?
INDY
Hey, you're the one who walked out
on me, remember? That was your
choiceI
MARION
(whirls on him)
You left me no choice! You — aw,
forget it! Just gimme the skull!
INDY
Marion, listen. Do you even know
what you've gotten into? Do you
know the danger you're in?
MARION
Of course there's danger, don't
patronize me. I've been on plenty
of expeditions, I know the risks.
(off his confusion)
They did mention the expedition,
right? You're supposed to be my
foreman? Ring a bell?
INDY
Uh, well, sure, but...they never
said where.
MARION
Never mind where. This ain't gonna
/**>*. work out, so consider yourself off
the hook. Just give me what I came
for and we'll call it a night for
the rest of our lives.
49.
Indy thinks about this, a hint of a smile forming. He grabs
the bottle of gin from her hand...
INDY
Marion Ravenwood. I always knew
someday you'd come walking back
through my door. Only this time I
got something you need.
...and saunters back to the hotel. Marion is left seething.
MARION
Damn you, Jones.
INT. INDY'S HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
TWO GLASSES hit the table before us. A gin bottle descends,
pouring. Marion enters b.g., tossing her hat on a chair.
MARION
No more games. Where is it?
INDY
Maybe here. Maybe not.
ANGLE WIDENS as we follow Marion around the room, checking the
place. Closets, under the bed, linen cabinets. Indy raises
the two drinks, waiting, watching her, enjoying her growing
frustration. She finally gives up, crosses back to him...
...and he hands her the drink. They circle each other warily.
INDY
Expedition to where?
MARION
This is extortion.
INDY
Absolutely.
MARION
Cuidad de Los Dioses.
(off his look)
That's right. We're going after the
Lost City of the Gods.
INDY
(laughs)
Los Dioses? That city's not lost,
it never existed! It's a myth! A
fable!
f^ MARION
Oh, yeah? Where do you think the
skull came from, smart guy?
Indy eyes her dubiously as she pours another drink.
y^S^N
50,
INDY
Sounds like hooey to me.
• MARION
It's not. There was a failed
expedition about three year ago...
INDY
(taken aback)
The Oxley expedition?
MARION
That's the one. Figured you'd heard
of it. Oxley was a friend of your
father's, wasn't he?
INDY
Yeah. Guy was like an uncle to me.
Broke my old man's heart when they
disappeared without a trace.
MARION
Not entirely without a trace. A year
after they vanished, a lone survivor
staggered out of the jungle into
some remote village. How he survived
that long in the wold is anybody's
guess, but I hear the poor guy's
mind was gone. Word is he wound up
in an insane asylum.
INDY
A survivor? You sure?
MARION
It wasn't Oxley, if that's what
you're thinking. Just some bearer.
Point is, he was carrying the skull
when they found him. It's been
changing hands ever since. Wasn't
easy to track down. Or cheap. Cost
us a small fortune.
INDY
Who's "us?" Who's involved in this
cockeyed mess?
MARION
Baron Peter Belasko. The famous
archeologist. I'm sure you've heard of
him.
INDY
Belasko? The Hungarian? Yeah, I've
heard of him. He's that dilettante
who writes bestsellers. Let me tell
(MORE)
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51.
INDY (CONT'D)
you something...for centuries,
people have gone after Los Dioses
/*"* and died trying. That's 'cause it
ain't real. It's a fairytale. If
this Belasko's going for it, he's a
lunatic. He's dangerous. Do not
trust him. In fact, stay as far
away from him as possible.
MARION
That'll be a little hard to do...
She raises her left hand, revealing her WEDDING RING.
MARION
...since he's my husband.
This hits Indy hard. He turns away, shaking he head in wonder.
INDY
I can't believe it. After all that
talk about your father dragging you
all over the world, after all that
talk about me...
(turns back)
...after all that belly-aching, you
went and married an archeologist?
MARION
He's reliable. And he's got class.
(off his look)
I became an excellent judge of
character, thanks to you.
INDY
Yeah, and modest.
MARION
You gonna give me the skull?
INDY
Sure. As soon as we're under
way...partner.
MARION
(draws close)
Partner, hell. I'm in charge of
this expedition, Jones. That means
you work for me. The sooner you get
that through your thick head, the
better off we are.
(heads for the door)
Ten A.M. Be ready to leave. You and
the skull.
She exits. Indy stands for a long moment with the drink in
his hand...then looks up. On the ceiling above his head is:
y^^N
XflG^N
^^\
/T^V
52.
A LIGHT FIXTURE
A bright glowing frosted-glass blow with abstract etched
designs. CAMERA RISES, closing in. Vaguely glimpsed through
the frosted glass, hidden among the designs, the face of the
Crystal Skull of Destiny peers down at us...
CUT TO:
EXT. PRESIDENTIAL PALACE - DAY
A big afternoon event is getting underway, with SCORES OF
ARRIVING GUESTS in formal wear strolling up the pavilion toward
the palace. A CAR enters frame...
INT. CAR - DAY
...driven by RENALDO. Sitting in back are Indy and Marion.
Indy's in his rumpled suit, balancing several books and a map
on his knees. He looks up, sees all the tuxes and gowns.
INDY
Do we have to do this?
MARION
Only if we want our expedition papers
signed.
RENALDO
President Escalante is very
particular on this point, Sefior.
Anyone searching for antiquities in
Peru must have his personal
authorization.
(glances in rearview)
Believe me, you don not want to run
afoul of El Presidente...or his army.
INT. PALACE BALLROOM - DAY
Indy and Marion are led in by a PERSONAL SECRETARY. A LIVE
ORCHESTRA is playing. HUNDREDS OF GUESTS are chatting, dancing,
grazing opulent food. Indy and Marion are escorted to:
PRESIDENT ESCALANTE ("El Presidente"), a man in MILITARY
UNIFORM with an ostentatious array of ribbons and medals on
his chest. He's regaling some GUESTS when he spots Marion:
ESCALANTE
Senora Belasko! I am enchanted once
again!
MARION
President Escalante...this is
Indiana Jones, my expedition
foreman.
/^NK
53.
ESCALANTE
a rough and tumble caballero. With
a name like a cowboy.
He gestures to an American he's been chatting with. OSGOOD
TURNER looks every inch the career bureaucrat that he is.
ESCALANTE
May I introduce your fellow American?
He is here representing the interests
of your government.
TURNER
(shaking hands)
Osgood Turner, section chief, State
Department. Your name again?
INDY
(wary, measured)
Jones. Indiana Jones.
Turner keeps smiling, but we can see the name rings a bell.
TURNER
Pleasure to meet you both.
ESCALANTE
Come, you are my honored guests this
day! WE must have pictures! Let us
commemorate the occasion!
As they walk away, Indy throws an uncomfortable glance over
his shoulder and sees Turner starting at him. Escalante leads
them to a waiting PHOTOGRAPHER who has a BELLOWS CAMERA on a
tripod, a lighting set-up, and a seamless backdrop.
INDY
Please Mr. President, you first.
ESCALANTE
Oh, no, these pictures are not of
me, they're of you! For my wall!
He motions to countless FRAMED PHOTOS OF PEOPLE on the wall.
ESCALANTE
All the people who've gone after
the City of the Gods and never
returned! For posterity!
MARION
(forced smile)
Lovely tradition. Lovely.
Indy and Marion are herded before the lens, looking stiff
and uncomfortable together. Indy's distracted, scanning the
photos on the wall.
54,
MARION
What?
He spots a certain photo of a DISTINGUISHED OLDER MAN and
directs her attention to it, muttering:
INDY
That one there. That's Professor
Oxley.
ESCALANTE
In the unlikely event that you
survive, you will of course receive
copies. Eight by tens and walletsized.
Big smile!
The photographer presses the shutter cable and:
FLASH! THE SCREEN WHITES OUT —
INT. BALLROOM - DAY (TIMECUT)
— AND THE FLASH DIES AWAY as a CHORUS LINE OF FEMALE DANCERS
come trooping out along a runway, launching into a Broadwaystyle
tap routine as the audience APPLAUDS. ANGLE DRIFTS PAST
THE ORCHESTRA to find Indy and Marion seated at a banquet
table, Indy poring over his books and map:
(** INDY
Okay, I'm remembering this right. In
the early 16th Century, a pair of
Jesuits attached to Pizarro's
expeditioin found what they claimed
was Los Dioses — the Lost City of
the Gods, in the Valley of Dreams.
They said it was a place where wishes
became real. Of course they were
insane by the time they stumbled out
of the jungle All they had to back
up their story was the gold they
were carrying...and a crystal skull.
That skull's on private display in
the Vatican museum.
MARION
There's more than one. Twelve that
I know of...
INDY
...right, the Mitchell-Hedges skull,
the one in the British Museum, some
in private collections...
(looks to her)
*i*>\ ...and now your skull. Lucky thirteen.
( How'd you get your hands on it?
55.
Indy's tone is casual, but it's a weighted question — he
knows Russian spies are involved, but wants to see if Marion
/*** has any idea. She just shrugs:
MARION
We went through that antiquities
broker in Marrakesh. Same guy who
hired you.
OSGOOD TURNER
hovers in an alcove, speaking urgently on a PHONE:
TURNER
...yes, I'm looking at him right
now! Notify Washington that Jones
has surfaced in Peru!
RESUME INDY AND MARION
as the dancers finish their routine and troop off the runway
to thunderous APPLAUSE. Escalante rises from his seat:
ESCALANTE
And now, my friends, the
afternoon's main entertainment!
^^ A FRESH LINE OF PEOPLE are trooped out, all men. They turn to
(" face the audience like a row of beauty pageant contestants...
...as Marion reaches across Indy to his map of Peru.
(Unnoticed by them, the line of men on stage are having
nooses lowered around their necks as the orchestra plays
jauntily on.)
MARION
Peter's got the team assembled and
waiting for us...
(points on map)
...there. Soon as we get our papers
signed, I've got a plane waiting.
INDY
A plane, good. Legend has it, the
Jesuits found the Lost City by
following the "lines in the earth"
left by the gods as a map.
Professor Oxley once told my father
he thought the "lines in the earth"
meant the Nazca Lines.
The orchestra tapers off as a DRUMROLL BEGINS. Indy points on
the map, draws his finger along their proposed route:
( INDY
That's along our route. I say we
fly over them. If Oxley was right,
they could point the way.
56.
MARION
I thought you didn't believe in
f^ this lost city stuff.
INDY
I don't. That doesn't mean I'm
always right.
They glance up just as the DRUMROLL ENDS and —
THUNK! The runway drops out from under the feet of the men as
they are hung. APPLAUSE from the audience. Indy and Marion
just sit there with their jaws open, aghast, as:
ESCALANTE
So much for our communist rebels,
eh? Come, enjoy!
The orchestra strikes up again. Couples take to the dance
floor. Escalante spots Marion, smiles and waves. He approaches
their table pulling a pen from his pocket...
INDY
(mutters to Marion)
Nice friends you've got.
NEW ANGLE
...and now we're watching from across the room as Escalante
bends to sign Marion's papers. ANGLE SHIFTS to a FIGURE f.g..
watching. He turns toward us — his name is ANGEL, a Peruvian
rebel dressed as a busboy. He exits frame as:
ESCALANTE
signs the document, folds it offers it Marion...but when she
tries to take it, he doesn't immediately let go. First:
ESCALANTE
Remember, Sehora. All antiquities
found in Peru belong to me. You are
well advised to keep that in mind.
There is a threat implicit in his smile. He releases his grip,
letting her have the document as we
CUT TO:
EXT. AIRFIELD - DAY
A hand reaches up, spins a wooden propeller. The ENGINE ROARS
to life. The man turns, revealing:
Indiana Jones as we know and love him — leather jacket,
fedora, bullwhip. He circles the plane. It's a big ungainly
BI-PLANE with two open cockpits, as graceful as a buffalo.
Renaldo is in the forward cockpit, REVVING THE ENGINE.
57.
Marion's in the rear cockpit. Indy clambers up, squeezes in
behind her. The space accommodates two, but it's snug.
MARION
Watch those mitts.
INDY
Don't flatter yourself.
He signals Renaldo. The bi-plane bounces down the dirt
runway, scattering sheep as it lurches into the air and we
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. AERIAL MONTAGE - DAY
A SERIES OF SHOTS takes us over the fabled Nazca Lines, the
huge, mysterious geoglyphs carved into the earth of the
desolate Nazca plains. Each pictograph is several kilometers
long, and all are unique: the Killer Whale, the Baby Condor,
the Hummingbird, the Astronaut, the God (humanoid in form),
the Spider, the Star, the Lizard, and so on. Indy's leaning
out with a small Leica, snapping pictures...
EXT. BI-PLANE - DAY
...and as they come toward camera, a PURSUING BI-PLANE descends
/!m^ into frame behind them. Indy is oblivious for a moment,
{ focusing the Leica...then he glances back, seeing:
THE ENEMY PLANE
has dual cockpits. PUSH IN to reveal Yuri piloting it. Behind
him in the rear cockpit is Angel, our Peruvian rebel "busboy,"
manning a swivel MACHINE GUN mounted between the cockpits.
INDY
is stunned and horrified to see Yuri on his tail.
INDY
BEHIND US!
Renaldo glances back in panic as bullets SHRED the tail. He
throws the stick hard left, banking away. Behind them:
Yuri's plane is smaller and more nimble — hi zips and swerves,
staying on our heroes' tail, MACHINE GUN BLAZING.
MARION
Why are they shooting at us?
She pulls out her expedition papers and waves them wildly at
/*"* the pursuing plane, elbowing Indy in the face.
MARION
WE HAVE PERMISSION!
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58.
Indy grabs the top of Marion's head and shoves her down out of
sight, trying to get her out of the line of fire. He pulls his
revolver, turns and starts FIRING. The enemy plane swerves
to avoid his shots.
MASSIVE GREEN MOUNTAINS loom in on either side as the terrain
goes from desert to jungle. Renaldo veers out over an endless
vista of rain forest, with the enemy plane hot on his heels.
Marion keeps trying to rise, but Indy keeps shoving her back
down. He shakes the spent cartridges from his revolver,
accidentally sending one down the back of her neck —
MARION
Ow, dammit, that's hot!
— and he frantically re-loads, a painfully slow process of
inserting each bullet individually. Marion watches with growing
amazement and irritation.
MARION
I know what I'm buying you for
Christmas...
(off his look)
...A TOMMY GUN!
He slaps the cylinder shut and twists around trying to draw
a bead on the pursuit plane...
...finally giving Marion a chance to pop back up. She's just
in time to witness MACHINE GUN BULLETS chew holes up the length
of the lower wing. Worse yet, the outermost WOODEN STRUTS
connecting upper and lower wings get chopped in half, severing
them. The upper wing is no longer anchored — the outer half
is flexing up, CREAKING, threatening to give way entirely.
MARION
indy! The wing's gonna tear off!
INDY
Cover me! Keep those bastards off
our tail!
Indy slaps the gun into Marion's hand along with extra bullets.
He heaves himself from his seat, balancing crazily on the
edge of the cockpit, leans forward, grips the upper wing...
and swings himself onto the bottom wing, grabbing the
upright struts to keep from being swept off. He looks back
and sees the enemy plane moving in for the kill...
...but Marion levels the revolver over the back of the cockpit
and lets 'em have it! BLAM1BLAM1BLAM!
YURI'S PLANE
takes a few bullet hits. Yuri veers off.
59.
/"""•N MARION
lets out a laugh of triumph, cracks the cylinder and starts
to reload as:
INDY
wing-walks between the struts, wind tearing at his clothes.
He hears a horrible LOUD CRUNCH ahead. He looks up and sees:
The upper wing now buckling severely up, about to shear off.
Indy unspools his bullwhip and CRACKS it forward, twining the
end of it around the fractured upper strut. He heaves down on
the wing and steps close, desperately wrapping the upper and
lower struts with the whip, threading them together.
MARION
finishes reloading as Yuri's plane reappears with Angel FIRING
the machine gun. Marion ducks the gunfire, but drops the
pistol. Luckily, it falls into the cockpit. Unluckily, the
cockpit is really tight and she has to go down after it...
YURI'S PLANE
(" Angel's ammo runs dry. He hurries to reload, bringing up a
new box and struggling to pop the lid while:
INDY
finishes his repair , turns back...and sees Marion gone. He
looks in horror at the pursuit plane, totally exposed...
INSIDE FUSELAGE/MARION'S COCKPIT
...while Marion gropes for the revolver on the floor of the
fuselage, grimacing and contorting around the control stick
and rudder pedals (a duplicate of Renaldo's in the forward
cockpit), her fingers straining for the gun...
YURI'S PLANE
YURI
SHOOT HIM! WHY DON'T YOU SHOOT?
ANGEL
I MUST RELOAD! THE AMMO BOX IS
JAMMED!
Thinking fast, Yuri guns the throttle and surges forward.
/***> Indy sees him coming, helpless to do anything...
INDY
MARION! GET UP HERE! NOW!
/$$fc\
60.
INSIDE FUSELAGE/MARION'S COCKPIT
her fingers are moments away from snagging the gun...
MARION
There in a sec!
THE PLANES
Yuri maneuvers in, using his propeller to buzzsaw the tail of
our heroes' plane to tatters. Renaldo's reaction is to panic
and throw the bi-plane into a steep dive. This has two results:
One: Indy loses his balance, falls flat on the wing, and slides
clean off — but manages to grab a vertical wing strut!
The gun slides away from Marion's fingers, skidding down
the floor of the fuselage toward Renaldo's feet.
MARION
Damn it, Renaldo!
RENALDO
glances back, hearing:
MARION (O.S.)
Pull up! YOU HEAR ME? PULL UP!
Renaldo jerks back the control stick as hard as he can —
INSIDE FUSELAGE/MARION'S COCKPIT
— and the duplicate stick ierks back as well. WHACKING Marion
right between the eyes. It knocks her out cold.
INDY
is hanging on the wing strut by his fingertips, his body
trailing in the slipstream. He looks back as:
Yuri maneuvers in again, closer and closer, propeller cutting
the air like the world's biggest meat slicer,. Indy gulps — it
is the world's biggest meat slicer, and he's the meat!
Renaldo starts zigging and zagging. Yuri zigs and zags along
right behind them, sticking close, propeller whipping from
side to side and missing Indy's legs by inches on every pass.
Indy's getting whipped around in the slipstream like a human
rag, helpless. He can't hold on much longer — besides the
strut he's clutching ins starting to crack under his fingers.
He glances back at the enemy plane, getting an idea born of
sheer desperation. He knows his timing must be perfect or
61.
he'll die, and he waits for the right moment when Renaldo
zigs and Yuri zags, and that's when Indv lets go —
[ YURI'S PLANE
— and he sails past the propeller, slamming painfully into
the wing struts of the enemy plane. He grabs on for dear life,
letting his momentum and the rushing wind spin him around
toward the pilot's cockpit —
— where he lands an awesome PUNCH to Yuri's face. Yuri is
knocked senseless for a moment, head snapping back as the
plane starts to drift...
Indy looks to the astonished Angel, who's finally gotten the
ammo box open and is just finishing reloading. Angel racks
the feet bolt and swings the machine gun around to shoot...
...but Indy's already scrambling over Yuri to the rear cockpit.
WHAM! Indy lands another solid PUNCH, this one rocking Angel's
head around. The machine gun swings wildly and FIRES —
HERO PLANE
— killing Renaldo as the bullets SHRED our hero plane. Renaldo
slumps, head dropping down —
^!>^^ — just as Marion's head pops up in the cockpit behind him.
l " She's coming to, looking around. She glances over and sees
Indy on the other plane, trading punches with Angel. She blinks
in confusion — how the hell did he get over there?
And then it dawns on her. She looks forward, heart in her
throat. She's alone with a dead pilot. Can it get any worse?
Well, yes, it can:
Renaldo slumps forward on the control stick, sending the plane
into a dive. It drops from view as:
MARION
INDYYYYYYY!
YURI'S PLANE
Yuri gathers his wits and glances back, sees Indy and Angel
swapping punches. Yuri, furious, decides there's one simple
way to solve this problem: He snap-rolls the plane upsidedown,
flying inverted.
Both combatants fall! Angel plummets away SCREAMING, but Indy
manages to grab the machine gun mount and hold on. Yuri looks
back and sees Indy dangling there. Shit!
INDY
WHAT'S SO SPECIAL ABOUT THE SKULL,
YURI? WHY DO YOU WANT IT SO BAD?
sm*\
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62.
YURI
GIVE IT TO ME AND MAYBE I'LL LET
YOU LIVE!
INDY
FOR OLD TIME'S SAKE? HELL WITH YOU!
Pissed, Yuri snap-rolls the plane upright again, causing Indy
to plop into the rear cockpit. Indy sits up. Yuri pulls a
PISTOL, turns around to shoot him —
— and this time it's Indy who grabs the stick and snap-rolls
the plane upside-down. Yuri falls out SCREAMING! The last we
see of him, he's free-falling toward the jungle below.
Indy snap-rolls the plane rightside-up again with a "no big
deal" look on his face. Apparently, he's become an expert
pilot since "Temple of Doom."
Indy looks around, sees Marion's plane way the hell down there.
He rolls his plane, into a steep dive to catch up with her.
MARION'S PLANE
is pretty much shot to pieces by now, flying via miracle,
sputtering and trailing smoke. Worse yet, we're still in a
steady dive toward the jungle below. Marion's tugging on her
stick, trying to pull it back, but the weight of Renaldo's
body on his stick is preventing her.
Indy's plane zooms in from above, matching her dive as he
shouts at the top of his lungs:
INDY
PULL UP! PULL UP!
MARION
I WOULD IF THERE WEREN'T A DEAD GUY
ON THE STICK!
INDY
WELL, TRY HARDER!
He points frantically at the jungle below — there's a lot of
green rushing up to meet us!
Marion braces her feet on the instrument panel, straining
with all her might. The stick begins to move. Renaldo's body
flops back as the stick rises...
...and her plane levels out just above the trees, heading
straight for a cliff.
INDY
HARD LEFT! HARD LEFT!
63.
Marion throws the stick hard left, making an extreme 180 degree
turn with Indy on her tail.
Both planes level out (back in the direction they came), sailing
along some ten or twenty feet above the jungle canopy — it's
scary and spectacular, a rollercoaster ride without the rails.
MARION
NOW WHAT?
INDY
CAN YOU FLY?
MARION
DOES ONE LESSON COUNT?
INDY
OKAY, PLAN B! GRAB THE SKULL! I'LL
GET MY WING UP TO YOUR COCKPIT! YOU
WINGWALK OVER TO ME AND WE FLY
AWAY!
MARION
YOU CALL THAT A PLAN?
INDY
YOU GOT A BETTER ONE?
MARION
WHY DON'T YOU COME TO ME?
INDY
UH, LET'S SEE...COULD IT BE BECAUSE
YOUR PLANE IS SHOT TO PIECES AND
WILL FALL APART AT ANY MOMENT? NO?
OKAY, HOW ABOUT I CAN'T FLY AND
WINGWALK AT THE SAME TIME? AM I
GETTING WARMER?
(off her look)
LOOK, EITHER DO IT OR DIE ARGUING!
He points. She looks and sees a RIDGE OF SHEER GRANITE rising
out of the jungle dead ahead. She hastily reaches behind the
seat to retrieve the skull. Indy starts easing the plane in —
— but his attention suddenly snaps ahead as he sees:
Yuri is dropping toward the trees by parachute with a BURP
GUN in his handsl Yuri OPENS FIRE, tracking the planes as
they go ripping by him, EMPTYING THE CLIP into Indy's engine.
Then he drops into the trees, gone.
Beat. Indy leans to one side and peers ahead at the engine, r which seems to be doing fine — until the entire cowling
abruptly BURSTS INTO FLAMES. Indy looks over to Marion:
INDY
NEVER MIND! I'LL COME TO YOU!
/0&\
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64.
Marion nods frantically. The granite ridge is looming. Nursing
the last few seconds of life from his flaming engine, Indy
drops altitude, his wheels now kissing the treetops...
...and he veers under Marion. With mere moments to spare, he
reaches up and grabs hold of her landing gear as his plane
drops out from under him, leaving him dangling.
The abandoned plane impacts nose-first into the trees below his
feet, cartwheeling through a spectacular, fiery disintegration.
INDY
PULL UP! UUUUP1
Marion heaves back on the stick with all she's got, fighting
for every inch of altitude. For a moment it doesn't look like
they're going to make it, but they do clearing the ridge by
mere feet. Unfortunately, the ridge proves to be —
A JUNGLE PLATEAU
— where Marion's plane is suddenly chewing through the
treetops like a hedge trimmer with wings.
INDY
is holding on desperately to the landing gear, getting swept
relentlessly through the branches. SWARMS OF MONKEYS are
shrieking and jumping out of the way.
THUMP! indy looks down and finds a SHRIEKING MONKEY clinging
in terror to his chest and screaming in his face. Indy SCREAMS
back, equally startled. The monkey jumps for it, vanishing
back into the trees as:
The plateau suddenly drops away and the plane soars out over
a thousand-foot drop with indy still holding on.
MARION
wrestles the stick, looking frantically over the sides.
MARION
INDY! INDY!
A trembling hand appears at the edge of the forward cockpit,
followed by a second hand. Indy's face rises up, looking like
he's been dragged down ten miles of bad road. Marion lights
up with a cocky grin, exceedingly proud of herself:
MARION
Hah! Not bad flying for one lesson,
huh, Jones?
INDY
The monkey pooped on my chest.
65.
She doesn't understand what that means, and he's too tired to
explain. He hauls himself painfully over the side into
/^ Renaldo's cockpit, tosses a glance back over his shoulder...
INDY
I'll take it from here.
...and the engine dies the instant he takes the stick. The
huge wooden propeller stops...
INDY
Oh, perfect.
...and they drop from frame like a brick.
VARIOUS ANGLES
Indy wrestles the plane in a dead glide, dropping fast,
desperately looking for a place to set down. He dead-sticks
it toward a clearing, trying to line up for a landing.
INDY
Hang on!
The landing gear tears off as they clip a tree and belly-skid
in. The wings are ripped off by passing tree trunks, then the
plane finally comes to a stop. All things considered, it's a
pretty damn good landing. Indy looks stunned that he pulled it
off. He tosses a cocky smile over his shoulder at Marion...
...but she points. He turns forward to see FLAMES ERUPTING
from the engine. A mad scramble. He leaps from his cockpit.
INDY
Quick! The skull!
She tosses him a knapsack and jumps down. They race away from
the plan and:
BOOM! The plane EXPLODES, sending a FIREBALL into the sky and
knocking them both flat on their faces, Marion pries her nose
off the ground, looks back at the plane. It's an inferno.
MARION
I suppose we can walk from here.
INDY
(facedown, muffled)
That might work. If the compass and
map weren't in the plane.
Indy rolls painfully onto his back, barely able to move. He
sees his whip lying within reach in a tangle of wing wreckage.
He snags it with his fingers, pulls it toward him, groaning
with each little movement.
/fi$™*\,
66.
MARION
What's the matter, Jones? Mileage
finally catching up with you?
INDY
It ain't the mileage, sweetheart.
It's the years.
This gets a faint trace of a smile from her — in spite of
everything, there's still a tiny spark here. But her smile
vanishes as she gets furious:
MARION
Who the hell were those guys? Why
were they shooting at us?
INDY
You really telling me you don't know
anything about these Russian spies?
MARION
Russian spies? Are you insane? Damn
it, Indy, what have you got me into?
INDY
Me? Why is it always me? Hey, it's
your skull they're after! You wanna
explain that?
The "conversation" escalates into a shouting match as:
MARION
Oh, please! Don't shift blame! Things
were fine until you showed up—
INDY
—yeah, I didn't hear you complaining
when I saved your life five times
in ten minutes—
MARION
—yeah, well my life wouldn't need
saving if it wasn't for you! Don't
take credit for putting out the
fire you started—
INDY
—hey, Baroness, or Highness, whatever
the hell you are, yelling at me won't
get us out of this jungle alive! You
wanna be constructive, help me figure
out where we are so we can—
r Suddenly, they hear a TWIG SNAP. They fall silent, turning
slowly. Behind them are revealed:
^•v
67.
A LINE OF FIERCE NATIVE WARRIORS. They're war-painted Hovitos,
wearing bits of bone, feathers, loincloths. CAMERA PANS THEM.
Every single warrior stands poised with blowguns, arrows, or
spears. WE ENDFRAME as:
DOKTOR FELIX VON GRAUEN unexpectedly steps from amongst them
into closeup — thin, unshaven, sinister, wearing wire-frame
specs. He removes his hat, revealing a bristly gray crewcut.
VON GRAUEN
Guten tag.
Off Indy's and Marion's astonished looks, we
CUT TO:
EXT. JUNGLE - DAY
An empty parachute hangs from the branches of a tree. TILT
DOWN to reveal Yuri on the ground below, sorting items into a
knapsack. He rises, grabs his burp gun, starts walking...
...and hears a LOUD COCKING OF WEAPONS. He stops, turns.
A DOZEN SOLDIERS are aiming rifles right at him. He drops his
weapon, carefully raises his hands as we
CUT TO:
EXT. EXPEDITION BASE CAMP - MAGIC HOUR/DUSK
daylight is fading a TWO HOVITO DUGOUT CANOES pull smoothly
through the water and bump gently to shore. Marion is helped
from a canoe by Von Grauen, followed by Indy —
MARION
Peter!
— and we reveal the camp filled with MEN, pack mules,
trucks, cookfires, activity. Supplies are being sorted,
preparations made. And coming through it all is:
BARON PETER BELASKO, archeologist and author, Marion's suave
Hungarian husband. He's handsome, sophisticated,
aristocratic, brilliant, hugely successful — and in spite of
all those things, actually pretty likable. With him are a
group of his men, key among them VIKTOR and PORFI. Viktor,
also Hungarian, is Belasko's right-hand man. Porfi, a
Peruvian, is boss of the local labor pool.
Marion rushes into Peter's arms and gives him a huge kiss
(which makes Indy grimace, but only we notice).
PETER
Marion, you're all right? There was
trouble?
68,
MARION
Renaldo's dead. We might be too, if
not for...
Indy smiles with great modesty as she lifts her arm in his
direction — but his smile drops as she points instead to:
MARION
...Doktor Von Grauen, is it?
VON GRAUEN
I saw their forced landing. I was
close at hand.
PETER
My deepest thanks, Herr Doktor.
(embracing Marion)
thank God you're not hurt. Who's
responsible for this?
VIKTOR
Rebels, most likely. They would
love to sabotage us and embarrass
President Escalante's government.
MARION
It was Russian spies, according to him.
Peter turns and registers Indy for the first time.
PETER
And this man is...?
MARION
Peter, I'd like you to meet our
expedition foreman. Indiana Jones.
PETER
Indiana...Jones?
(a glance to Marion)
My word. I've heard a lot about you.
INDY
Nothing good, I'm sure.
PETER
On the contrary, my wife speaks
very highly of you.
Indy tosses a surprised glance at Marion.
MARION
He's being polite.
\
69.
PETER
Nonsense. I know you by reputation
as well, I've read your published
work. I'm surprised to have you join
us, to say the least
(shakes his hand)
...but honored. Now please, what's
this about Russian spies?
INDY
Seems they're trying to get their
hands on this...through I'm hard
pressed to say what they want with
a Crystal Skull of Destiny.
Indy opens the knapsack and watches carefully for a reaction,
Peter peers in, exhilarated, doesn't miss a beat:
PETER
Power, of course. Perhaps beyond
imagining.
(to Marion)
Seems we've attracted the wrong
kind of attention.
MARION
Porfi, we leave tomorrow at first
light. Make sure the men are armed
and have extra ammunition. Any
question, take 'em to your new
foreman...Doctor Jones.
Porfi nods respectfully to Indy.
PORFI
Anything else, Sefior?
INDY
Double the guard tonight. No sense
taking chances.
Porfi nods and hurries off, hollering in Spanish as:
VIKTOR
If the Russians are after us, that
makes a rebel attack even more
likely. The rebels are communists,
very friendly to the Soviets.
INDY
Then they better hope they don't
run into El Presidente.
(off their looks)
He likes to hang communists. Little
hobby of his.
CUT TO:
70.
INT. ESCALANTE'S OFFICE - NIGHT
A pair of hands complete a HANGMAN'S NOOSE. TILT UP to El
Presidente, jolly as a snake, puffing on a cigar.
ESCALANTE
I love rope. Rope is sturdy and
dependable. You know what I love
most about rope? It is the love
that binds.
He playfully tosses the noose like a lasso. WHIP-PAN with the
noose as it flies and snags an INCAN STATUE — revealing Yuri
standing before Escalante, flanked by armed SOLDIERS.
YURI
This expedition of theirs stands to
gain more than you could ever guess.
It's not about stones and trinkets.
It's about the balance of world power.
ESCALANTE
You think I am unaware? That I have
no resources of my own?
Yuri is taken aback — this comes as news. Escalante reels in
his noose and tosses it again, snagging a soldiers's rifle.
ESCALANTE
You amuse me. A communist spy
captured on my soil, wishing to
strike a bargain. Give me one good
reason I should not have you killed.
YURI
You lack my knowledge. The stakes
are high and you have much to gain.
(beat)
El Presidente, give me what I need...
men, machines, armaments... and I
promise my government will be very
generous when the objective is
achieved.
ESCALANTE
You have that backwards. When the
objective is achieved, perhaps it is
my government which will be generous
of yours. We shall see.
He tosses the noose — this time it lands perfectly around
Yuri's neck. Escalante reels him in, pulls him close.
ESCALANTE
Now. Tell me about this skull.
CUT TO:
71.
THE CRYSTAL SKULL
^ ^ is pulled from the knapsack, kicking reflected firelight.
TILT UP to peter as he raises it...
PETER
My friends...
EXT. EXPEDITION BASE CAMP - NIGHT
...and turns: revealing it to a gathering of people.
PETER
I give you the Skull of Los Dioses.
GASPS are heard. We're in a large camp clearing surrounded by
tents, campfires, torchlight. Porfi's men, patrolling with
rifles, pause in dread at the sight of the skull. Several of
the guards cross themselves. Von Grauen's Hovitos drop to
their knees, muttering in superstitious awe.
An eerie commotion briefly draws Indy's attention to a TRUCK
parked in shadow among the other vehicles. The back of the
truck is a large square covered with a tied-down tarp — a
cage perhaps? From under the tarp comes ANIMAL MOANS of fear,
seemingly triggered by the appearance of the Skull.
^ , Along with Indy, Marion, and Von Grauen, the expedition team
f members are: RAMA, a Japanese map expert; LARS, a Swedish
psychic; and HIMMELMAN, a Swiss anthropologist. All regard
the Skull with reverence and awe, voices hushed:
MARION
It's beautiful. And horrible.
Lars approaches and holds his hands up to the Skull — not
touching it, but rather "feeling" its emanations.
LARS
It wishes to make contact. The
psychic vibrations are strong.
INDY
"Psychic vibrations?" Is this
science or a seance?
PETER
Perhaps both. Indiana, I hold in my
hand the most mysterious object in
all antiquity. One which defies all
reason and logic.
/I^^K
Himmelman steps up, using his pince-nez as a magnifying glass.
HIMMELMAN
Do you know why, Doctor Jones?
sg$&\
j&r&^y
72.
INDY
If it's like the other skulls, it's
shaped from a single piece of quartz
crystal using methods unknown to us
even today. It's cut against the
grain, which is impossible without
shattering the quartz. And there's
no trace of tool marks or sanding,
even under a microscope.
PETER
So, by any standards of modern
science, these skulls cannot exist.
And yet they do. Fashioned how? By
whom? And for what purpose?
INDY
Look, I'11 admit it's strange...but
that doesn't mean it's haunted.
PETER
No?
Peter crouches before Indy and raises the Skull. The other
team members are gathering closer as:
PETER
Can you honestly say you haven't
felt its hypnotic power? Can you
truly say you wouldn't give
everything to know what ancient
secrets lie within?
INDY
Would you?
PETER
Indiana, we are men of science. We
would gladly clasp hands and jump
into hell if that were the pride of
knowledge. Tell me I'm wrong.
Indy can't bring himself to deny it. He glances uncomfortably
at Marion, who gives him a wry look.
MARION
I knew you two would hit it off.
By now the group is clustered around like kids telling ghost
stories at a campfire, the Skull weaving a spell on them all.
PETER
And where science fails us, are we
not left with legend?
WE FOLLOW the skull as it gets passed around, everybody getting
their turn to feel it, faces exhilirated in the firelight as:
73.
INDY
The legend says there are thirteen
skulls in all, fashioned by the
gods as they lay dying. And that
when all the skulls are brought
together again, the gods will be
reborn and reward mankind with all
the knowledge of the universe.
The Skull is passed to:
VON GRAUEN
you missed the most important part of
the legend, Doctor Jones, They say
the Lost City is a place where wishes
are made real. Is this not why men
have searched for centuries? To
conjure one's innermost desires?
What a glorious thing that would be.
He passes it to Marion as:
/&ts\
PETER
What would you wish for, Marion?
What are your innermost desires?
She and Indy make accidental eye contact. The talk of
innermost desires flusters her, but she covers quickly.
MARION
To find the Lost City and name it
after myself. "Marion-ville."
She hands it off to Lars, whose eyes start rolling up as:
LARS
I can...feel its thoughts. It wants
to lead us to the Lost City that
awaits in the Valley of Dreams.
The mood is broken by Indy, who's also rolling his eyes:
INDY
Look, maybe you can read it's mind.
Maybe it does grant wishes. I've seen
some strange things in my time,
wouldn't surprise me. But I never
found a lost city without being
practical, Mr. Hama, you're the map
expert?
Hama nods, pulling a sheaf of maps. Indy rises to a camp table,
lays out a map of Peru. The others gather as Hama shows Indy
a CIRCLED AREA on the map:
^ S r i n f X^
S*0h?K
74.
HAMA
According to Belasko-San, we must
concentrate our search here... in
this area which I have circled.
PETER
(off Indy's look)
I was told this by the survivor of
the Oxley expedition. I saw him
last year in Lima. Poor fellow, his
ordeal has left him quite insane.
INDY
So we're basing our plan on what
some guy in a nuthouse told you.
MARION
Makes as much sense as those pictures
you took today that we almost died for.
Viktor lays down a stack of 8x10s. Indy spreads them with his
hand, displaying his aerial photos of the Nazca lines.
INDY
Hey, I'm just telling you Oxley's
theory. He was convinced these
pictograms are some kind of road
map. Use 'em in the right sequence
and connect the dots, they supposedly
lead you straight to the Lost City.
(looks to Peter)
The trick is figuring out which
order the pieces fit. That's the
part I don't know.
HAMA
Mr. Lars can help us divine the
proper order! He is the most psychic!
Lars carefully gathers up the photos and map, clasping them
to his chest. CAMERA PUSHES IN as:
LARS
I shall sleep with these under my
pillow. My best psychic visions
come to me in my dreams
(off their looks)
Fear not, my friends. Tomorrow, I
shall have all your answers.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. TENT - NIGHT
A hand reaches in, eases the tent flap aside. A shadow crosses
the moonlight as somebody enters, but we're at waist level
and can't see the face. The figure creeps across the tent...
75.
...and brings a burlap sack into view. The figure reaches
into it wearing a thick black rubber glove. As the hand comes
out again, we see squirming in the intruder's fingers a TINY
BLACK FROG with blazing red stripes, CAMERA PANS OFF to:
Lars sleeping on his back, mouth open, snoring softly as we
FADE TO:
EXT. CAMP - DAWN
Misty, primordial beauty. The sun peeking through. A SUDDEN
HOLLERING COMMOTION sends macaws and parrots to flight as:
EXT - LARS' TENT - DAWN
Men burst from the tent carrying Lars, everybody yelling at
once. They lay him on the ground, crowding around, Indy and
Peter going to their knees. They wince as they get a look at
Lars' face — the skin is weirdly mottled, the eyes bulging.
HAMA
The map and photos are gone! Stolen!
PORFI
The guards heard nothing!
MARION
(^ If it's murder, where's the blood?
Peter rips open the dad man's shirt, checking for:
PETER
No stab wounds, no bruises...
INDY
Wait. Wait...
Everybody falls silent as Indy peers at the corpse, leaning
closer. Everybody leans closer with him. He slowly presses
the lower jaw, causing the mouth to open...
...and tiny black frog with red blotches squirms out!
Followed by more! A stream of frogs burst out, leaping in all
directions. Everybody screams and hollers, stomping like mad.
INDY
DON'T TOUCH 'EM! DON'T LET 'EM GET
ON YOUR SKIN!
(as the commotion dies)
Amazonian tree frog, also known as
the poison arrow frog. Those poison
darts the natives use? That's where
the poison comes from. It's the
most deadly venom on earth. One
touch and you're gone.
/&&*\
76.
MARION
So it was murder.
INDY
(mutters to Marion)
Some psychic. He couldn't see that
one coming?
Marion gives Indy an appalled look as:
MARION
Search the camp! Find out who's
missing!
VIKTOR
No need. It's that German, Von
Grauen. He left hours before sunrise
and took his Hovitos with him.
PETER
I'm to blame for this. I should
never have trusted him. Now a good
man is dead because of me.
(looks to Indy)
it seems we have competition. And
they will stop at nothing.
INDY
Looks that way. But we still have the
negatives.
Indy and Peter both look to Marion with concern, seeing how
rattled she is by the murder.
INDY AND PETER
(simultaneously)
Are you all right?
She looks from one to the other, not sure who to respond to.
MARION
Fine. Better than him.
(brushes past them)
STRIKE THE CAMP!
VARIOUS ANGLES
of slam-bang activity — trucks being loaded, pack mules lining
up, men mounting horses. In the midst of it all:
Indy pauses, hearing a WEIRD HOWL from that mysterious tarpcovered
truck. Viktor slams the butt of his rifle against the
tarp with a metallic CLANG. There is a cage under there.
Whatever's inside quiets down. Indy turns, sees Peter.
INDY
What the hell's in that truck?
77.
PETER
Animals. Live food for the road.
f0*^ Must keep the troops fed.
V
Peter takes the reins of his horses and mounts up. Indy does
the same, canters to the head of the line, turns:
INDY
MOVE OUT!
The column moves out, horses and rumbling trucks leaving dust
in their wake. CAMERA BOOMS DOWN, bringing a rough WOODEN
CROSS into frame f.g. — LARS' final resting place.
CUT TO:
EXT. PRESIDENTIAL PALACE - MORNING
Another expedition is moving out: THREE OPEN TROOP TRUCKS led
by a surplus Nate ARMORED PERSONNEL CARRIER. SOLDIERS are
piling onto the trucks, ENGINES firing up and belching smoke.
Osgood Turner of the State Department comes stumbling through
the mud in his suit as the column moves out. Escalante rides
in the turret of the APC, happily puffing a cigar, Yuri at
his side. Osgood jogs alongside, hollering:
TURNER
( President Escalante! On behalf of
the U.S. government, I must protest!
That man is a known Soviet agent!
ESCALANTE
On the contrary! It is your own
country's citizen Indiana Jones who
is the spy! This man has volunteered
to help me track him down and foil
his evil communist scheme!
TURNER
Sir, you understand this is a matter
of national security! The State
Department has instructed me to
locate Jones! I must be allowed to
monitor this operation!
Escalante glances to Yuri, then waves Turner toward the troop
trucks with a big smile.
ESCALANTE
Suit yourself! We don't want an
international incident, after all!
Too bad you didn't bring more
sensible shoes...
Turner drops back, slipping and sliding as he tries to jump
onto the back of a truck. Soldiers grab him, haul him aboard.
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78.
YURI
If he gets in our way, we can always
shoot him and blame Jones.
ESCALANTE
My sentiments exactly. Now as to
our destination
ANGLE SHIFTS to reveal a third man riding on the APC with his
back to us. He rises, turns. It's Von Grauen.
VON GRAUEN
You shall remember your promise to
me, ja? I shall be the first man to
set foot in the Lost City?
ESCALANTE
(playfully)
To see if wishes can truly be made
real? Was that the bargain?
VON GRAUEN
Correct. But, also...ten percent of
all the gold and riches we find.
ESCALANTE
A deal is a deal, Herr Doktor. Unlike
your former colleague, Baron Belasko,
I consider that a small price to pay.
Satisfied, Von Grauen lays the map out, on the turret.
VON GRAUEN
We must concentrate our search...
(points on map)
...here.
CAMERA ZOOMS SLOWLY on the map, closing in on the area circled
by Hama...
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. JUNGLE - DAY
...as an AERIAL SHOT brings us gloriously to that same area
on the dissolve. Mountainous jungle as far as the eye can
see. The Belasko expedition winds slowly along a ridge...
EXT. JUNGLE RIDGE - DAY
...with Indy walking point, eyeing his compass. Marion's
nearby, leading her horse. Indy turns and calls Hama riding
on the back of a truck doing map calculations.
INDY
Mr. Hama! We've entered that area
you had circled on the map!
/0^\
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79.
HAMA
Yes, Indiana-San!
(jumps down, hurries
over with his maps)
I have been trying to calculate the
next leg of the journey based on
your Nazca photos. I believe I have
the scale correct, but I am uncertain
of the rest. Observe...
Hama lays his map on the ground. Indy hunkers down, with Marion
joining tern. Hama's got the "Star" pictograph carefully drawn
on a clear sheet of plastic, which he lays over the map. It's a
five-pointed star, with one point longer than the others.
HAMA
The Star comes first, then the
Hummingbird. If I could determine the
direction the Star points us, it would
indicate our path.
INDY
Star first, then Hummingbird? What
do you base that order on?
HAMA
Belasko-San told me. He specified the
sequence and said he would provide
further information as we drew closer.
INDY
Star? I don't see how that applies
to where we are, I...
his voices trails off as he notices something. He rises, gazing
at the landscape, increasingly amazed as the puzzle becomes
clear to him. He points them out — there are five mountain
peaks spread widely across the landscape before us.
INDY
Five peaks. Five points of a star.
He crouches back down, puts his fingers on the plastic, and
revolves it into place. On the map below it. we see the five
points of the Star align perfectly with the mountain peaks.
Hama lets out a breath of amazement, looks up at Indy.
HAMA
but which of the peaks are the
direction we must go?
INDY
One point of the Star's longer than
the others. Like an arrow. That's
our direction. That'll lead us to
the Hummingbird...whatever that is.
80.
HAMA
(pure hero-worship)
/<*N Aaahhh, a brilliant solution...
Indy smiles modestly, shrugging off the praise, but:
HAMA
Belasko-san is a genius 1
Indy's face falls. He sees Peter passing by on horseback.
INDY
Hey Belasko-san! How'd you know
the Star came first?
PETER
You don't expect me to give away
all my secrets, do you? Trust me.
Peter rides on. Marion tosses Indy a challenging look.
MARION
You might as well. He's never wrong.
Still kneeling at the map, Indy checks his compass, muttering:
INDY
Right, I forgot. You're an excellent
judge of character. And he's perfect.
MARION
yeah, and handsome.
INDY
If you go for that type. Where'd
you two meet, anyway?
MARION
There was a conference in Budapest.
It was spring. The trees were
blooming, the Danube was sparkling...
INDY
Spare me the details.
MARION
What's the matter, Jones? Jealous?
INDY
No, nauseous.
MARION
Oh, yeah? What about that glamour
/0»\ gal you spent time with? Miss Kissy
'• Face, what's her name, that singer...
81.
INDY
Willie Scott.
MARION
Yeah, her. Still in touch?
INDY
On and off. She moved out to
Hollywood to be a star. Last I heard,
she fell in love and married some
bigshot director.
Marion freezes in dread, whispering:
MARION
snake.
INDY
Pull in you claws. She's a terrific
person when you get to know her.
MARION
(points)
No, snake!
Indy glances back. A large JUNGLE SNAKE is slithering up behind
him. Rising calmly, he scoops the snake up, grabbing it behind
the head. It twines furiously in his grasp. She's stunned:
MARION
I can't believe you did that.
INDY
I got over my fear a long time ago.
People change, you know.
(off her look)
Relax. It's just a snake.
He tosses the snake off into the foliage, walks on as we
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. DENSE JUNGLE - DAY
Men are hacking away with machetes, with Indy in the lead:
INDY
Not looking too good up here! This
stuff goes on forever!
Marion appears, offering a canteen. He accepts it gratefully,
takes his hat off to wipe his brow.
JIS**S INDY
Thanks. We're gonna have to backtrack
and find a way around this if we
want to get the trucks through.
yf$?S*V^
82.
As before, Marion freezes in dread, seeing something on the
ground behind Indy. She points, stuttering:
MARION
o~s~s•••
INDY
What, another snake? Yeah, lady.
Jungle's full of 'em.
MARION
Sn—sn—sn—...
Marion's trying to speak, but it's stuck in her throat. Indy
just grins, takes another swing, blissfully unaware...
INDY
C'mon, what's with you? You'd think
you'd never seen a snake before.
...that the BIGGEST DAMN SNAKE anyone's ever seen is rising
up behind him. It rears up and up, taller than Indy now,
staring down at him with a head bigger than a horse's.
MARION
Sna-sna-sna...
Indy turns. Looks up. Expression going slack as:
MARION
SNAAAAAAAKEl
And GLUMP! The snake chomps down on Indy. swallowing him to
the waist. The beast rears up, trying to get Indy down its
gullet, Indy's legs kicking and flailing in the air. The
serpent slams back to earth, maw widening and contracting,
and within seconds even Indy's kicking feet are gone. All
that's left is his hat, which rolls across the ground.
As a final insult, the snake snatches up the hat and swallows
that too, then turns and slithers off into the underbrush.
Men are running from all directions, converging as:
MARION
SNAAAKE! SNAAAKE! SNAAAKE! IT
SWALLOWED INDY!
And the chase is on, everybody yelling and hollering, trying
to keep up. The snake's moving like greased lightning.
Marion snatches a rifle from a bearer, FIRES. The shot misses,
exploding the vines as the snake darts off. Others OPEN FIRE.
MARION
AIM FOR THE HEAD!
They keep going, following the heaving foliage to:
83.
A HUGE RUBBER TREE
/""*• rising high in the air. The snake slithers up the trunk and
• settles in the high branches, hissing at the men below. They're
aiming their rifles, trying for a clear shot, when suddenly:
The tip of a machete erupts through its skin. The monster
starts thrashing and convulsing as it gets sliced open from
within. Indy emerges covered in goo, expecting firm ground —
— only to find thin air. He tumbles, grabs a branch, finds
himself dangling eye to eye with the snake. It hisses, dying.
INDY
Something you ate?
Indy reaches back inside the snake, pulls his hat out of the
slime, jams it back on his head...
...and drops from the branches, landing on his ass as everybody
crowds around. He's shaking, teeth chattering, cover with
slime. He looks up at the dead snake.
INDY
Now there's something you don't see
every day.
j g ^ Suddenly, an eerie WHIRRING SOUND is heard. Everybody pauses,
C listening. A DRAGONFLY comes flitting into view. It wouldn't
be worth mentioning except that it's about a yard long.
MARION
Or that.
It skims away over their astonished head as we
CUT TO:
EXT. CAMP - NIGHT
Indy's sitting by the fire with a blanket over his shoulders,
still in shock. He looks up, sees everybody staring at him.
INDY
Okay. I gotta admit something very
strange is going on.
MARION
What clued you in? The prize-winning
snake? Or the bug the size of a B-17?
HIMMELMAN
These creatures simply don't grow
/""'*• that size in nature.
PETER
Mutations of some kind?
84.
HIMMELMAN
But how? What could cause such a
/•^ thing out here in the wild? Certainly
' not nuclear testing...
INDY
Well, as soon as you guys figure it
out, fire me off a memo. I took a
ride in a snake today. I'm exhausted.
Shivering under his blanket, Indy totters off to his tent...
INT. INDY'S TENT - NIGHT
...where a kerosene lamp is glowing. He enters, shuffles to
his cot, and throws back the blanket...
...revealing the tiniest snake we've ever seen slithering
across his pillow. His eyes go wide...
EXT. INDY'S TENT - NIGHT
...and his SCREAM ECHOES from here to Brazil, followed by a
lot Of CRASHING AND BANGING as we
FADE TO:
EXT. JUNGLE - DAY
Hovito's dart through the foliage, searching like bloodhounds.
One of them comes CLOSE TO CAMERA, motions to somebody O.S.
A PAIR OF BOOTS step into frame. The man crouches down, picks
up a rifle shell casing. TILT UP to Von Grauen as he sniffs
it, motions for a RADIO PHONE. A BLAST OF STATIC, then:
VON GRAUEN
They're heading north. We're a day
behind them...
EXT. OPEN PLAIN - DAY
ROARING WHEELS churn up the mud. TILT UP to Escalante in the
APC turret, radio phone in hand, with Yuri beside him.
ESCALANTE
Excellent, Herr Doktor! Anything else?
EXT. JUNGLE - DAY
Von Grauen's gaze travels up. Hanging in the rubber tree above
his head is the biggest dead snake he's ever seen.
VON GRAUEN
Watch out for snakes.
CUT TO:
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85.
EXT. JUNGLE VALLEY - DAY
A lush spot fed by cascading waterfalls. The expedition emerges
from the trees — and stops in amazement.
Marion moves forward,,coming CLOSEST TO CAMERA. She's looking
into the air with childlike wonder, smile growing...
MARION
"The Hummingbird."
...and hummingbirds the size of hawks flit into the shot.
circling and weaving. Indy and the others come up behind her.
She laughs, reaching up as more giant hummingbirds appear.
WIDE REVERSE ANGLE
reveals this spot filled with huge hummingbirds, thousands of
them dipping and swirling, rising in clouds from the trees.
The expedition moves on with with Marion laughing and leading
the way, the trucks rumbling at the rear of the column...
DISSOLVE TO:
TRAVEL MONTAGE
...and the Belasko expedition slogs on, hacking foliage and
fording streams, further into the unknown. Indy pauses on a
ridge, holds up a Nazca photo as others gather to his side...
INDY
The Killer Whale.
...and ANGLE SHIFTS from the photo to a lake in the landscape
below. The lake is shaped like a leaping killer whale, matching
the photo. Indy points in the direction it's leaping...
INDY
that way.
...and they move on as a SERIES OF DISSOLVES take place against
KAMA'S MAP, a RED LINE taking us deeper into the jungle...
...where we find Hama crouched over his maps as Peter lays
down two more pieces of the Nazca puzzle: PHOTOS of The Condor
and The Spider. As Peter rises and moves on, ANGLE SHIFTS TO
Indy staring after him, curiosity and suspicion gnawing...
...as the RED LINE, overlaid now with mystical Nazca figures,
keeps connecting the dots into the heart of darkness...
...and MONTAGE ENDS/MAP VANISHES on a final image of a haunted
FULL MOON rising eerily over the mysterious jungle below...
DISSOLVE TO:
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86.
EXT. CAMP - NIGHT
...and the moon becomes the Crystal Skull of Destiny on the
dissolve, blazing eerily in the glow of a campfire.
PETER (O.S.)
We're close now. Close.
ANGLE TO Peter by the campfire gazing dreamily at the Skull,
sketching it in his journal. Indy sits brooding nearby, with
others of the group scattered about. Marion appears next to
Indy, hunkering down to add wood to the fire as:
INDY
You sound sure of yourself.
PETER
Why else would the creatures grow
so large? Something in the Lost
city is causing it. The closer we
get, the stranger things become.
MARION
What's eating you? Aside from the
occasional big snake?
INDY
(directed at Peter)
Just wondering where we're getting
our information, that's all.
PETER
The skull has many tales to tell.
One must learn how to listen.
(off Indy's look)
Cheer up, Indiana. Los Dioses does
exist. In the Valley of Dreams. The
place where wishes come true.
Indy wants to press the point, but Marion suddenly glances
up. Indy turns to see a shooting star streak across the sky.
MARION
shooting star! Make a wish!
Suddenly, the sky is streaked with them — a meteor shower.
PORFI
The sky is filled with wishes!
INDY
It's debris falling through the
atmosphere.
MARION
Oh, use your imagination! They're
shooting stars! Quick!
87.
Marion closes her eyes and makes a wish. She opens them again
and catches Indy staring at her.
MARION
No wishes?
(wry)
What about your fortune and glory?
Indy hesitates, caught in her gaze — for a moment, we have a
good idea what his wish would have been. Then he grimaces.
INDY
Been chasing wishes all my life. But
like my old man always said...if wishes
were horses, beggars would ride.
MARION
(shakes her head)
Hopeless.
She goes over to join Peter, who smiles.
PETER
I got my wish.
MARION
Good answer.
[ She kisses him. Indy rises, heads over to:
COOK'S SERVING TABLE
Indy steps up, pouring coffee into his tin cup. He glances
back, sees Marion admiring Peter's drawing b.g.
PUSH IN on Indy as he turns toward us, surprised to find
himself weighed by sadness and regret for the past. A
realization, far too late, that maybe he still loves her.
He sees a last SHOOTING STAR streak across the sky and
grimaces at it.
CUT TO:
EXT. JUNGLE - NIGHT (SAME TIME)
A HOVITO run full-tilt through the jungle, dodging trees and
leaping obstacles, shield and spear in hand...
CUT TO:
INT. ESCALANTE'S TENT - NIGHT
...and that same Hovito now squats before us, jabbing his
finger on a map and jabbering a mile-a-minute. Von Grauen
turns, translates for Escalante and his ARMY CAPTAIN:
88.
VON GRAUEN
The Jones camp is at the river.
Z0^ Less than a mile away.
ESCALANTE
(in Spanish, subtitled)
Tomorrow. At dawn. Tell the men.
YURI
I have to hand it to your Hovitos,
Herr Doktor. And my compliments to
you, El Presidente.
Escalante swells with pride, puffing his cigar. Yuri follows
the captain from the tent...
EXT. ESCALANTE'S CAMP - NIGHT
...and walks past SOLDIERS huddled at campfires. Osgood Turner
is aghast as a soldier hands him dinner — a LARGE BARBECUED
LIZARD on a stick. Poor Osgood's bedraggled, slapping at bugs:
TURNER
You kidding me? I can't eat this!
Hey, habla Americano...?
Yuri moves on, losing himself in shadow. He comes to the APC,
checks to make sure he's unobserved, climbs silently up...
INT. APC - NIGHT
...and drops into a seat. He switches on a SHORTWAVE RADIO,
tubes glowing as it warms up. He dials in a frequency, grabs
a map off the wall for reference, and begins sending a signal
in Morse code...
INT. DC-3 IN FLIGHT - NIGHT
...which come in over the SHORTWAVE RADIO of a darkened plane
in flight. ANGLE SHIFTS to SOVIET COMMANDO #1 tensely jotting
the information. He turns , moving up the fuselage past SEVEN
MORE COMMANDOS patiently seated. These men are tough, grim,
chiseled out of stone. Commando #1 hands the pilot the jotted
information, yelling over the ROAR OF THE ENGINES;
COMMANDO #1
(in Russian, subtitled)
Co-ordinates!
EXT. JUNGLE LANDSCAPE - NIGHT
The DC-3 appears, droning over the vast jungle. We see eight
parachutes blossoming, drifting toward earth as we
FADE TO:
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89.
INT. INDY'S TENT - NIGHT
Indy's in his cot, having fevered dreams. As he did the first
time he saw the skull, he's hearing TERRIFYING WHISPERS,
GUTTURAL INHUMAN VOICES, speaking in strange tongues —
— and he wakes to darkness. He sits up, trying to shake off
the dream. He splashes his face from a canteen...
...and hears a STRANGE TERRIFYING MOAN out there in the night
amidst all the jungle sounds. He cocks his head, listening...
EXT. INDY'S TENT - NIGHT
... and emerges, blanket over his shoulders. Nothing now but
the sounds of insects and night birds. But then:
there it is again. A LOW, INHUMAN SOUND of primal fear and
despair. That sound from that mysterious truck.
Indy moves through camp, furtive in the shadows. A FLASH OF
LIGHTNING bathes the sky an eerie blue, followed by a RUMBLE
OF THUNDER. There's a storm approaching.
He peeks around a tent, sees movement over by the trucks. He
eases closer, trying to see.
Viktor's at the rear of that tarp-covered truck, waiting with
a tin plate of food in his hands. But someone else is there
too, hidden from view. The tarp is open at the rear, but the
truck is angled away from us and we can't see what's inside.
The MOANS DIE DOWN. The unseen person backs away from the
truck — it's Peter, holding the Crystal Skull. A FLASH OF
LIGHTNING makes it glow with blue fire in his hands. Peter
nods to Viktor, then walks off toward his tent.
Alone now, Viktor slides the food into the cage through a
slot, drops the tarp back, then turns and also departs.
Indy detaches from the shadows...
AT THE TRUCK
...and pauses, listening. The thing in the cage is now eating.
The sound of it makes Indy's skin crawl. He eases closer...
...and the eating stops. The creature has sensed hi presence.
Indy reaches out and pulls the flap of the tarp slowly aside,
trying to see what lurks there in the dark.
At first we think it's some kind of beast shifting around;
all we see is a dark hunkered form and a tangle of hair. And
then LIGHTNING EXPLODES directly above, revealing:
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90.
A human being. A wild man. Scrawny and lice-ridden. Eyes
insane. Hair and beard incredibly long and tangled. He's been
crouching in there, eating his food with his fingers. He
draws back, MOANING like an animal, startled at the sight of
indy.
Indy stares in horror. Stunned beyond words.
The storm breaks. RAIN starts thundering down. Indy shires
back as the man in the cage shifts forward, sniffing as if
trying to identify him by smell, grunting like a beast.
Suddenly, a skinny white arm shoots out and grabs Indy by the
wrist — and the moment physical contact is made, the man's
animal behavior seems to vanish, replaced suddenly and
shockingly with a scary lucidity. The insane face presses to
the bars, teeth glittering, spewing a guttural voice:
WILD MAN
To kiss her means death!
INDY
What?
WILD MAN
Death! Death! Death! The Gods will
judge! Anung un rama! amung dooll
INDY
Who are you?
The wild man just grins, gives Indy a canny look, then:
WILD MAN
Your father weeps...he fears you
dead...my boy...where's my boy...my
Indiaaanaa...
Startled, Indy jerks his hand away — and the wild man's
lucidity is instantly gone. PUSH IN on Indy as the final
horror now creeps into his bones, a ghastly dawning of
realization as the wild man's face finally rings a bell...
INDY
(a whisper)
Professor...Oxley?
...but the man just draws back into the shadows, moaning like
a beast, leaving Indy standing in the thundering rain as we
FADE TO:
EXT. CAMP - MORNING
(Daylight shows our geography: we're on a cliffy ridge hemmed
on three sides by wild descending terrain. On the fourth side,
the camp faces out over a sheer cliff that drops into a swift
RIVER below, which flows down the canyon to a distant valley.)
91.
CAMERA FOLLOWS a Nazca photo being carried by hand — the
pictograph, humanoid in form, of "The God." It's Peter bringing
/*"^ it to Hama at a camp table. Everybody gathers closer as:
PETER
Mr. Hama. I present the final piece
of the puzzle.
HAMA
the final piece? Are you sure?
Peter nods. The moment is electric, everybody breathless with
awe and excitement...except for Indy. He's been standing there
all the time, just smoldering. The man's deeply pissed.
INDY
Ask him how he knows.
(off their looks)
Go on, ask him.
PETER
(turns)
Does it matter?
INDY
It does to me, you son of a—
WHAM! Indy stuns everybody by throwing a powerhouse PUNCH
that sends Peter flying across the camp table, collapsing it
in a rain of flying maps and splintering wood. Hama jumps up
in shock. Peter hits the ground as people scatter —
MARION
INDY!
HAMA
Indiana-san! This is intolerable!
You've gone mad!
INDY
Yeah, mad's the word all right...
He jumps over the ruined table and lands another PUNCH just
as Peter's rising to his knees. The blow spins Peter around,
sprawling him again in the dust. Indy stands over him with
fists weaving, ready to deck him again...
INDY
What'd you do, Belasko, read the
skull's mind? Huh? Ask it twenty
questions? Or did you have help?
Viktor darts in to protect his boss, but Peter waves him off.
PETER
No, Viktor, no need for that. Just
a misunderstanding is all...
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92.
Viktor backs off. Peter rises painfully to his feet.
PETER
It's nothing tow civilized men
cant' work out between them.
— and WHAM! Peter PUNCHES Indy in the face and knocks him on
his ass. Indy shakes his head to unrattle his brains...then
looks up, really steamed. He scrambles to his feet and:
Indy and Peter proceed to methodically pound the living
daylights out of each other, swapping forceful, controlled
punches, circling and swinging, each man giving as good as he
gets, driving each other back by turns, neither showing mercy
nor expecting any. People scatter as the brawl takes the
combatants right through a tent, ripping it out of the ground,
stakes and all. They wrestle out from under the collapsed
canvas, lunging to their feet, squaring off again...
...when BLAM! A RIFLE SHOT blows a huge gout of dust from the
ground at their tees. They pause, turning to see:
MARION
ENOUGH!
She's got a lever-action Winchester and she's pissed. Indy
and Peter glance at each other, wondering if they should push
^wsv their luck. She pumps another round in the chamber.
f
MARION
You both lost your minds? What the
hell's going on here?
INDY
Ask the guy in the cage!
From the look on her face, she has no clue what he's taking
about. Indy crosses to her, intense:
INDY
Marion, tell me you didn't know.
Look me in the eye and tell me.
MARION
Know what?
Indy pushes past her to the truck, pulls a knife, starts
slitting the tie-downs...
INDY
That psychic you hired? The Swede?
You shouldn't have bothered. Your
husband had one stashed all along.
...and hauls the canvas tarp off the cage. The wild man cringes
within, blinded by daylight, terrified. People gather, shocked
almost speechless at the sight of him.
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93.
HIMMELMAN
My God. What is this?
INDY
Professor Vernon Oxley. The sole
survivor of that expedition three
years ago...
(moving toward Peter)
...isn't that right?
Peter meets Marion's gaze. She's stunned, staring at him as
if he were a stranger, hoping he'll contradict this somehow.
MARION
Peter?
PETER
Would you have gone along with me
if I'd told you the truth?
MARION
No.
PETER
Of course not. I know how sentimental
you Americans are.
(to Indy)
He's better off than I found him.
INDY
Better than the asylum?
PETER
There was no asylum! Are you so
naive? This country is hardly
progressive with the mentally ill!
(drawing closer)
I found him in a traveling circus!
"The wild Man of Los Dioses!"
Peasants would pay their pesos to
jeer at him in a pit of squalor and
filth! Should I have left him there?
Would that please you more?
INDY
He deserves the best care there is!
PETER
And he shall get it! As soon as the
task is complete!
(steps close)
Know this. Whatever happened to him
in the Lost city has reconfigured
his brain. He is a psychic miracle!
He and the skull are the divining
rod leading us to the greatest
archeological find of all time!
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94.
INDY
Not if I can help it.
Indy draws his arm back to punch him again, but freezes as:
ESCALANTE (O.S.)
That's not your decision to make.
THREE DOZEN SOLDIERS suddenly appear from the treeline.
advancing with M-l carbine rifles aimed. In their midst is:
ESCALANTE
I am now in charge of this
expedition. Sehora Belasko, be so
good as to discard the rifle.
Marion hesitates, eases the hammer down, tosses the rifle.
ESCALANTE
That goes for everybody!
Cured by her look, everybody else starts disarming, gunbelts
and rifles dropping into the dust.
MARION
What's the meaning of this?
ESCALANTE
Must I remind you that all
antiquities in Peru belong to me?
And that the penalty for
withholding is quite severe?
(off her look)
It has come to my attention that
you have a certain Crystal Skull.
Bring it to me now.
Marion tosses a reluctant look to Indy and Peter, but what
choice to they have? She turns, heading for a tent as:
Yuri and von Grauen also emerge from the jungle, trailed by
the Hovitos and Osgood Turner. Peter bristles at the sight of
Von Grauen, while Indy would love to break Yuri's neck.
PETER
Von Grauen. You traitorous pig.
VON GRAUEN
You should have met my price. You've
only yourself to blame.
INDY
(cocks his head at
Escalante)
Making new friends, Yuri?
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95.
YURI
You left me little choice. It's
that obnoxious habit you have of
staying alive.
Marion reappears. Escalante motions her forward. She brings
him the knapsack. He reaches in, pulls out the Crystal Skull,
holds it up for all to see. Sunlight blazes through it,
dazzling the eyes and the senses. The reactions are immediate
and intense — soldiers draw back, muttering nervously. The
Hovitos drop to their knees.
ESCALANTE
It is exquisite! It is mine!
YURI (O.S.)
Not so fast.
Yuri yanks the revolver out of Von Grauen's holster, knocking
the German on his ass in the bargain. In the same swift motion,
Yuri circles out into the clearing, facing Escalante with the
gun leveled at his head. Escalante smiles derisively.
ESCALANTE
Never trust a communist.
YURI
I hate to ruin the moment, but I am
in control of this expedition.
ESCALANTE
With what? That pea-shooter? Bah! A
mere six bullets?
Yuri thumbs the hammer back. The solders tense forward, rifles
aimed, ready to fire.
YURI
It's enough.
INDY
Yuri, no! Don't be crazy!
ESCALANTE
(smiles)
Nice bluff.
(calls out)
Seven men! Up front!
SEVEN SOLDIERS rush forward and raise their rifles, forming
an impromptu firing squad. Indy's heart is in his throat...
ESCALANTE
S"** I'll see you six and raise you. No
bluff.
(calls out)
Reeaaady! Aiiim—
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96.
...but suddenly the treeline on Yuri's side of the clearing
ERUPTS WITH MACHINE GUN FIRE. All we see are MUZZLE FLASHES
shredding the foliage. The seven men of Escalante's firing
squad are instantly cut down.
In the shocked silence that follows, the EIGHT SOVIET COMMANDOS
summoned by Yuri rush from the trees, machine guns leveled.
YURI
I'll see your seven and raise you.
Eight Zhukov commandos.
Escalante's remaining soldiers are panicky but stand their
ground, rifles aimed. It's a stand-off, tension thick.
Yuri turns to a commando, who tosses him a machine gun. Yuri
looks to Marion, motions her toward Escalante.
YURI
Now I really must insist. Hand the
skull to the lady and she will
bring it to me.
Marion starts across the clearing, looking to both Indy and
Peter. All are holding their breath as she moves to Escalante.
He's seething, furious, weighing the odds.
ESCALANTE
NO.
YURI
El Presidente...
(cocks his machine gun)
...I don't wish to create an
international incident...but I will
kill you.
ESCALANTE
I have two dozen rifles aimed at
you and your men. I'm not afraid to
die. Are you?
Indy's watching this whole thing like a ping-pong match:
INDY
Marion? Wanna step to one side?
ESCALANTE
TAKE AIM! PREPARE TO FIRE ON MY
ORDER!
YURI
COMMANDOS! PICK YOUR TARGETS! PREPARE
TO KILL THEM ALL!
The men are amped-up, fingers tightening on triggers, ready
to open fire. Escalante opens his mouth to shout the order...
97.
...but pauses. Listening. A STRANGE SOUND has been building
during the stand-off...some weird BUZZING, growing louder.
v A hush falls. Everybody listening now. Birds are taking to
the air, flapping out of the trees in panic. Softly:
PETER
What is that?
Indy glances toward the trees. Some unseen thing emerges from
the treeline, coming through the grass, leaving a long furrow..
...and it pokes from the grass into the clearing. A RED ARMY
ANT. A big one. Nine inches long. Feelers twitching the air...
MARION
(stunned)
A big ant.
...and now dozens more furrows cut through the grass. The
BUZZING SWELLS LOUDER. The very trees start to shake...
INDY
A lot of big ants.
...and a tidal wave of ants bursts through the treeline like
an express train, defoliating everything in their path!
( Pandemonium erupts as the ants overrun the camp — everybody
running and screaming in all directions, horses bolting, mules
kicking and braying, men trying to fight back with anything
at hand, grabbing up shovels, others FIRING rifles and machine
guns in sheer panic.
Indy and Marion grab up shovels and join the fight, smashing
ants right and left, increasingly horrified. They see a mule
get swarmed by ants, kicking hysterically as it's brought to
ground...and stripped to the bone in seconds.
Himmelman trips and falls, overrun by a wave of ants...and
his skeleton is revealed moments later as the insects move
on. More men are swarmed, including Von Grauen's Hovitos.
Skeletons start littering the ground. Indy and Marion keep
fighting, falling back toward the river...
VIKTOR (O.S.)
JONES! MOVE!
...and Indy turns, sees Viktor rushing up with a flamethrower
strapped to his back, aiming a nozzle right at him.
Indy darts out of the way as Viktor pulls the trigger and a
stunning GOUT OF FIRE ERUPTS from the nozzle. He moves forward,
f0*^ hosing the ants with flame, roasting them, driving them back...
...but they're also swarming around him in waves, encircling
him from behind, closing like a noose...
98.
INDY
Behind you!
...but it's too late, they're streaming up Viktor's body,
chewing clothing and flesh! He SCREAMS, spraying the fire in
huge wild arcs, setting tents aflame. Indy throws himself on
Marion, knocks her to the ground, saving them both from getting
roasted as flame sweeps over the heads...
...and Viktor goes down, covered in an undulating wave, and
the hose must've gotten chewed through because:
A FIREBALL ERUPTS as Viktor EXPLODES.
Still shielding Marion on the ground, Indy looks through the
smoke and flames and sees:
YURI
comes upon Escalante in the confusion, lays him out with a
vicious punch. He grabs the Skull, stuffs it in the knapsack,
and escapes toward Oxley's truck.
WE FOLLOW Yuri running through sheer chaos. Several trucks
EXPLODE. Men and horses are leaping off the cliff into the
river to escape the ants and the flame. Yuri comes to —
^ OXLEY'S TRUCK
— and pulls pen the driver's door. He tosses the knapsack
in , jumps in behind the wheel, reaches for the ignition...but
the keys are gone!
INDY (O.S.)
Looking for these?
Yuri turns. Indy's jus outside the door dangling the keys.
WHAM! Yuri gets a fist in the face, knocked cold. Indy grabs
him by the feet, hauls him out, hollers to Marion:
INDY
Get in!
MARION
(serching, frantic)
Where's Peter?
Across the clearing, they see:
Peter runs from the smoke with a wave of ants at his heels.
He makes it to the edge of the cliff and jumps in the river.
INDY
f0^ He's okay! Come on!
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99.
INT. TRUCK - DAY
Marion jumps in, scoots across the seat. Indy piles in after
her, slams the door.
INDY
now do you believe there are Russian
spies?
Hama suddenly appears and jumps in on the passenger side,
Marion getting squeezed in between them.
HAMA
Ants! Big ants!
INDY
Yeah, I know.
Ants start swarming up the windows, blotting out daylight.
Indy cranks the ignition, but the engine won't start. He
frantically pumps the gas, keeps trying as:
Ants come crawling in through the dashboard vents. Marion
SCREAMS, kicks the first one to paste, everybody blocking up
the vents with whatever's at hand. Indy glances back through
the rear window into Oxley's cage, fully expecting to see
Oxley reduced to bones by now, but his jaw drops...
EXT. TRUCK BED - DAY
...because the wild man sits hunkered in his cage, calm and
smiling, eyes glazed in a fugue state, looking around at all
the pretty ants swarming his bars and floor. Whatever psychic
aura he's projecting, it's causing the ants to go around him,
making him look like Moses parting the Red Ant Sea...
INT. TRUCK - DAY
...but Indy doesn't have time to think about it — ants are
chewing through the roof and doors! He tries the key again
and — bingo! It VRCOMS to life! He slams it in gear and floors
it, hitting the wipers to clear ants off the windshield...
EXT. TRUCK - DAY
...and the truck rumbles away from us, dumping a trail of
gasoline from the fuel line beneath the truck. The spreading
frames IGNITE the fuel. As the fire races along the ground
after the truck, WE WHIP PAN TO:
Yuri staggering to his feet, frantically slapping huge ants
off his body:
YURI
(in Russian, subtitled)
COMMANDOS! AFTER THEM!
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100.
As Yuri darts off, WE WHIP PAN AGAIN and find:
ESCALANTE
(in Spanish, subtitled)
THEY HAVE MY SKULL!
INT. MOVING TRUCK - DAY
Indy glances in the sideview mirror, sees the fire following
them along the trail of gasoline.
INDY
Lousy ants.
(off their looks)
They chewed through the fuel line.
Marion and Hama turn simultaneously, gaping in horror. Indy
floors it fast, keeping ahead of the flames, wrestling the
steering wheel, veering around trees...
...but soon they're going too fast, indy barely avoiding
tipping the truck over. He stomps the brakes, trying to slow
down, but the peal sinks straight to the floor
INDY
And the brakes.
EXT. TRUCK/SLOPE - DAY
...and now it's Mr. Toad's Wild Ride (times ten!) as they
hurtle down the wild open terrain of the hill, Indy barely in
control, swerving and missing trees by inches, sailing into
the air over boulders and slamming awesomely back down again.
Cresting the hill behind them is an army of pursuers:
Careening trucks. Soviet commandos on horseback. Escalante's
APC. Anything and everything.
The pursuers surge down the slope, exchanging GUNFIRE,
everybody trying to beat everybody else to the prize. A truck
flips and rolls, causing other vehicles to collide and
swerve, jamming up and falling behind.
Four Soviet commandos leap their horses over the wreckage,
surging ahead of the pack at a full gallop...
...and behind them, that pesky fire is still racing along the
trail of fuel.
INDY'S TRUCK
INDY
I think we can outrun 'em!
They suddenly realize they're heading for a rocky ledge! Indy
can't brake! They go sailing off the edge and:
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101.
CRUNCH! The truck lands in a tree, slamming to a stop in the
branches. The engine dies. Marion gives Indy a withering look.
MARION
Only you could park us in a tree.
INDY
Only you could drive me out of mine.
Indy starts cranking the key, but the engine's flooded.
Behind them, the four commandos ride up and leap from the
saddles with machine guns, yelling for them to surrender.
Not far behind, that trail of fire travels ever closer.
HAMA
I think they want us to surrender.
MARION
Don't worry. We'll blow up before
that happens.
Suddenly, the ENGINE ROARS TO LIFE...
INDY
German engineering.
...and Indy floors it. The truck lurches, wheels spinning in
the branches, the tree bending forward with the shifting
weight. The commandos rush closer, hollering for them to stop.
Indy keeps flooring it, truck lurching, dipping closer to the
ground as the tree keeps bending more and more...
Yuri gallops up fast, yelling:
YURI
(in Russian, subtitled)
SHOOT THEM! JUST SHOOT!
...and, suddenly, the truck breaks free and roars off, causing
the tree to snap hugely back in the other direction and:
The tree swats the four commandos to pastel THWACK! Yuri's
stunned.
The flames WHOOSH by, still pursuing Indy's truck along the
gasoline. Yuri gallops after the truck, racing the fire.
INDY'S TRUCK
careens onward, brakeless, barely in control. Yuri gallops up
and does a horse-to-truck transfer, grabbing the bars of Oxley's
cage and hauling himself from the saddle.
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102.
Yuri's now clinging to the side of the truck, where Indy can
see him in the sideview mirror:
YURI
INDY! I WANT THAT SKULL!
Yuri reaches for the machine gun slung across his back. Indy
yanks his revolver. But before shots can be fired:
MARION
(pointing)
Oh my gawd!
The edge of a cliff is coming up. Indy goes goggle-eyed. So
does Yuri — a cliff ahead and flames behind, and no time to
think about either!
The truck sails off into space. Yuri is thrown clear, vanishing
in freefall toward the river below as the flames finally catch
up, WHOOSHING through the air on a trail of gasoline —
— and the gas tank EXPLODES beneath the truck in mid-air,
kicking the ass-end of the vehicle up on a BALL OF FLAME that
sends it cartwheeling end-over-end into —
THE RIVER
^ — where it lands rightside up with a HUGE SPLASH, the flames
( extinguished. But the current's strong; and before you know
it, our heroes are getting swept downriver. And they're not
alone — the river's littered with men and horses that jumped
into the river to escape the ants, also going for a ride!
MOVING SHOT FROM RIVERBANK
The truck gets swept along. Escalante's APC ROARS into frame
f.g., swerving around trees (or mashing them flat) to keep
up. Von Grauen and some soldiers are hanging on for dear life.
Escalante's in the turret, hollering into his radio phone:
ESCALANTE
(in Spanish, subtitled)
INTO THE RIVER! USE THE BOATS!
RIVERBANK (FURTHER BACK)
Escalante's men are scrambling to pull five collapsible boats
off the sides of the trucks and launch them as El President's
VOICE crackles from the radio:
ESCALANTE (filtered)
(in Spanish, subtitled)
IF THEY ESCAPE I'LL HAVE YOU ALL
f^- SHOT! EVERY LAST MAN!
Soldiers pile into the wood and canvas longboats are swept
off by the current...
103.
RIVERBANK (FURTHER DOWN)
/*""""s Yuri's remaining four commandos see the longboats coming.
Without hesitation, the four men to four perfect dives into
the river at the exact same moment...
A BOAT IN THE RIVER
...and the Russians pop up at the side of a boat, grab the
soldiers, toss them over, and pull themselves aboard to
commandeer it. One commando takes position with his machine
gun at the prow, while the others work the oars.
INDY'S TRUCK/IN THE RIVER
Indy, Marion, and Hama are getting swept downriver in an
increasingly wild ride, rapids appearing here and there, water
pouring through the cab. Indy valiantly struggles with the
wheel, but there's really no way to steer this thing. They
carom off a boulder, moving ever faster with the current...
BACK OF TRUCK
...while a hand thrusts out of the frothing current and grabs
hold of Oxley's cage. Yuri hauls himself from the water,
climbing up the bars to the top of the cage over Oxley's
astonished head. The Russian makes his way forward, using the
sm>^ bars as handholds...
IN THE TRUCK
Yuri suddenly kicks in the driver's side window, landing a
bootheel to Indy's face! Before Indy can react, Yuri kicks
him in the face again, knocking him senseless.
Yuri pulls Indy out the window and drops him in the river.
Indy vanishes in the current as Yuri slides in and replaces
him behind the wheel. Marion and Hama are horrified.
IN THE RIVER
Indy pops up, gasping for air. He looks around, sees a HORSE
being swept toward him, whinnying in panic. Indy grabs the
reins, calming the animal as he urges the horse toward shore,
the best swimming and snorting frantically, hooves finally
finding some traction on the riverbed...
...and Indy rides the horse out of the water onto solid ground,
charging to a full gallop along the riverbank.
ALONG THE RIVERBANK
Indy rides full-out, veering around trees, chasing the truck
(^ as it sails downriver. Across the river on the opposite bank
1 b.g., Escalante's APC is also charging along, smashing trees.
104.
ON THE APC
f0*^ Von Grauen spots Indy across the river, nudges Escalante to
get his attention, points. Escalante swings his .50 caliber
MACHINE GUN around and OPENS FIRE.
INDY
gallops like crazy as the TRACER FIRE from across the river
rips the trees and branches to fragments above his head. He
ducks, loses himself in the trees, charging ever onward...
IN THE RIVER
...while the truck is getting swept along faster and faster,
bucking now in the increasing WHITE RAPIDS.
RIVERBANK (FURTHER AHEAD)
Indy comes galloping up to the edge of a drop. The river is a
raging white torrent below. He looks upriver and sees the
truck come into view, getting swept around the bend. Indy's
gotten ahead of it!
Frantic, he tries to gauge the distance to the middle of the
river. It seems as impossible jump, but:
/a( vines trailing off the edge.
Indy spurs the horse, grabs a vine, swings clean out of the
saddle and wildly out over the river, a pendulum of enormous
distance that lands him in the middle of the rapids. He
plummets and vanishes in the froth as:
THE TRUCK
rides the rapids, white water spuming over the hood and past
the windows. Suddenly, from ahead:
Indy appears in the blink of an eyer swept up the hood and
CRASHING right through the windshield! Yuri gets Indiana Jones
and about fifty gallons of water right in the face!
Indy nails him with a brutal flurry of punches — WHAM! WHAM!
WHAM! — and shoves him out the side window. Yuri vanishes in
the rapids. Indy gabs the wheel, yells to Marion over the
water thundering through the cab:
INDY
ANYTHING HAPPEN WHILE I WAS GONE?
Suddenly, GUNSHOTS! A bullet blows the sideview mirror to
/"""s fragments 1 They look back:
The longboats of soldiers are on their tail, rifles BLAZING,
riding the rapids — which are getting even worse!
105.
PURSUING BOAT #1
f0^ smacks headlong into a boulder and comes apart in an instant,
hurling shattered wood and screaming men in all directions to
vanish in the churning water.
PURSUING BOAT #2
CAPTAIN
(in Spanish, subtitled)
SHOOT THOSE BASTARDS!
The soldiers let loose a BLISTERING BARRAGE. One particularly
brave (stupid) soldier rises up with rifle poised, trying for
a clear shot — and a passing tree branch takes him right out
of the boat with a sickening THUD!
PURSUING BOAT #3
Yuri's commandos. They're catching up to Indy's truck. The
commando on the prow makes a spectacular leap, grabs onto
Oxley's cage, unslings his machine gun...
...and Oxley bites his knuckles. The commando plummets into
the churning water. Pissed, the other Russians OPEN FIRE.
IN THE TRUCK
{ Marion ducks as BULLETS SLAM into a dashboard before her
and rip it to pieces.
MARION
LET'S SEE...HOW COULD WE MAKE THIS
SITUATION WORSE?
Indy tosses her a "you had to ask" look. Suddenly, the truck
seems to drop out of frame as:
THE RIVER
takes a turn down an extreme 30 degree slope, the rapids
becoming the nastiest, most awesome white water imaginable!
The truck and the boats come slamming up into view through
raging walls of water and crashing back down again, taking
the hairiest ride ever seen. In fact, it's not a ride so much
as a controlled fall down the mountain via rapids.
Indy and his pursuers go slamming through an awesome series
of dips, seeming to vanish completely in the torrential rapids
before bobbing back into view. Massive ROCKS loom at every
turn, threatening to smash them to pieces. The truck and boats
are swept along like corks in a flood, whipping through wild
/**" spinning turns with every change of direction.
/0^X\
106.
INDY'S TRUCK
Indy, Marion, and Hama are just gasping and holding on for
dear life, water surging through the cab.
MARION
WE'RE GONNA DIE IN THESE RAPIDS!
INDY
IT'S NOT THE RAPIDS I'M WORRIED
ABOUT! IT'S THE FALLS!
MARION
THE WHAT?
Marion's eyes bug out...
A WATERFALL
...as they go airborne. An endless, gut-churning moment of
freefall, the pursuing boats hurtling into mid-air right behind
tern. Everybody's SCREAMING as they drop back into the rapids
and get swept along toward —
A SECOND WATERFALL
— and going airborne again! More screaming freefall! Men
spilling into the water as boats overturn and fly apart, swept
along toward —
YET A THIRD WATERFALL
— and the truck hurtles awesomely into the air again. Behind
them, more men and boats go flying.
The boat with Yuri's commandos takes a nasty bounce and shoots
off the falls at a bad angle. The commandos are screaming
(and holding on!) as they sail through the air on a long lethal
arc that ends with them going SPLAT on the rocks below in an
explosion of wood fragments and cartwheeling bodies...
INDY'S TRUCK
the river levels out! Marion and Hama are overjoyed:
MARION
WE MADE IT! WE'RE ALIVE!
But Indy has remained silent and intense, staring straight.
INDY
(softly)
One more to go.
All eyes turn forward. Shit!
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107.
THE FOURTH (AND BY FAR THE BIGGEST) WATERFALL
cascades from the cliffs. The truck rockets over the edge as
if shot from a cannon, free-falling endlessly toward the water
below...and impacting with an AWESOME SPLASH!
Happily, the river widens considerably here, so no more rapids.
Unhappily, the river's also a lot deeper and the truck sinkg
nose-first as the current carries it along.
Indy, Marion, and Hama pop to the surface, gasping. Indy's
got the knapsack with the Skull, slings it around his neck.
INDY
SWIM FOR SHORE!
The rear of the truck is bobbing in the water, barely breaking
the surface. Oxley's trapped, arms flailing through the bars.
Indy grabs onto the cage, swept along, struggling to open the
latch before Oxley drowns. It's padlocked! Indy draws his
revolver, BLOWS the lock off, wrenches the door open. He pulls
Oxley out, swimming desperately toward:
THE RIVERBANK
Indy pulls Oxley to safety, crawls a few feet up the muddy
bank, and collapses facedown. He tries to catch his breath —
INDY
Professor? You ok—?
— and glances up just in time to see Oxley's naked feet dart
out of frame. Stunned, Indy shoves himself off the ground,
trying to see where Oxley went.
INDY
Professor!
Indy takes off in pursuit...
VARIOUS ANGLES
...and the chase takes them through denser and denser jungle,
Oxley always two steps ahead — in fact, Indy never really
sees him clearly, just catches bare glimpses of him vanishing
around trees, or as a fast-moving blur, through the leaves.
INDY
Professor! Wait!
Indy's getting lost, disoriented in all this green. He pauses
to listen, hoping to pinpoint his Oxley by sound...
...and the wild man swings overhead on a vine, appearing and
vanishing like a sight gag. Indy gapes up, climbs the nearest
tree to go after him...
108.
IN THE TREES
...and the chase continues through the trees, Oxley in
glimpses, fast he an ape, swinging from vine to vine, catching
branches and hurtling on like a gymnast off the bars...
...with Indy not far behind, swinging on vines but lacking
Oxley's animal agility. Indy lands on a branch, desperately
trying to keep his balance, and realizes he's run out of vines.
He pulls his whip and cracks it forward, using his whip now
to keep swinging from tree to tree, until:
CRACK! A branch breaks with his weight and Indy plummets to
the ground, landing flat on his back. He sits up groaning.
No sign of Oxley. No sound now but the jungle birds.
INDY
PROFESSOR!
From a distance.
MARION (O.S.)
Indy!
Indy's swept with relief, realizing he would have been
devastated if something had happened to her. He scrambles to
his feet, blunders through the growth toward a clearing...
INDY
Marion! Thank God! I thought I lost
you!
NEW ANGLE
...and he freezes as he emerges into the clearing. Not twenty
yards away:
Yuri. He's got Marion by the wrist and the machine gun pressed
to her side, while Hama stands helplessly by.
YURI
You have no idea how much trouble
you've caused me. Discard the gun.
Indy pulls his pistol, tosses it.
INDY
Let her go, Yuri!
YURI
Of course. Just hand over the skull.
/*«N Indy nods, pulls the knapsack from around his neck. Yuri prods
' Marion forward to retrieve it. She starts across the clearing,
but pauses halfway as suddenly:
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109.
Escalante's APC CRASHES through the trees into the clearing
and lurches to a stop. Stampeding into view are a DOZEN
/&** remaining soldiers, soaked to the bone and aiming rifles.
They've got a GROUP OF PRISONERS — Peter, Osgood Turner,
Porfi, two of Porfi's men. Marion's delighted to see her
husband (a reaction Indy doesn't share):
MARION
Peter!
PETER
Marion! Are you all right?
She nods. Escalante descends from his turret and jumps to the
ground, followed by Von Grauen.
YURI
el Presidente. How inconvenient.
ESCALANTE
there's nowhere you can run that I
cannot follow. And as you can see,
you are quite outnumbered. Surrender
your machine gun.
INDY
We're running out of guys, Yuri. Do
(**** as he says.
YURI
(hesitates)
Very well.
ESCALANTE
Sehora Belasko. Bring me the weapon.
PETER
No! Please! I insist she move out
of harm's way. I'll do it...
Marion's very impressed with Peter. Indy grimaces — shit,
why didn't I think of that?
Peter walks out bravely to take her place. Marion moves aside,
gazing after him adoringly. Peter steps up to Yuri, the two
men now standing face to face.
INDY
Take it, Peter! Take the gun!
Peter reaches up. Takes the machine gun from Yuri. Both men
glaring into each other's eyes. Beat.
( Peter abruptly turns, MACHINE GUN BLAZING in his hands, raking
it back and forth, mowing down all of Escalante's men. Only
Escalante and von Grauen are left standing.
110.
In the shocked silence that follows:
PETER
I thought you'd never get here.
YURI
It wasn't for lack of trying.
Marion stares at Peter in utter disbelief, rocked to her
heels, trying to process what just happened.
MARION
Peter...?
INDY
(kicking himself)
He's a spy. For the Russians. I
should'a known.
(to Yuri)
You were in it with him all along.
PETER
Yes, it was quite awkward when you
showed up instead.
MARION
A spy? For the Russians?
PETER
Well...yes.
(off her look)
Sorry, darling. I didn't know how
to tell you.
MARION
Boy, you think you know a guy.
Beat. She hauls off and PUNCHES him in the nose, whipping his
head to one side. He looks back at her, exasperated.
PETER
Sweetness? Aren't we over-reacting?
MARION
this isn't like leaving the cap off
the toothpaste, Peter! Your a
goddamn Russian spy!
PETER
Indeed, but...you're not going to
let a little thing like that come
between us, are you?
(off her look)
/""•v Marion, please don't ask me to make
a choice...
111.
MARION
I'm an American, PeterI Through and
/•^ through! You knew that when you
married mel What do you expect me
to do, convert?
Indy and Yuri have been trading embarrassed glances during
all this. Indy clears his throat.
INDY
uh, look...you guys have the guns,
right? So you win. Why don't the
rest of us just walk away?
Peter spins to Indy, machine gun poised...and pauses, gazing
up in wonder as he realizes there they are. Softly:
PETER
Are you stupid as well as blind?
Indy follows his gaze...
...and we reveal an awesome sight above the trees. The canyons
end at this spot. Clouds are just clearing the sun, splashing
light across the cliffs on both sides of the river — into
which are carved TWO GIANT STONE FACES gazing out over the
valley. They're like sentinels, or gate posts. The visages
-swv are humanoid.. .through not really human.
PETER
Behold! The Great Stone Sentinels
of Los Dioses! The twin gods that
mark the entrance to the Valley of
Drams! We are here!
Peter prods Indy up the rise, Yuri herding the others along
behind them...
...and CAMERA BOOMS UP to reveal the Valley of Dreams spread
before us. ringed by mountainous volcanic ridges, the floor
of the valley overgrown with lush green rainforest. Peeking
through the jungle are amazing ancient ruins, at the very
center of which stands the grandest building of all — the
Great Stone Temple of the Gods. Also amazing is the fact that
the rushing river cascades from the canyon into a man-made
aqueduct that crosses the valley right to the Great Stone
Temple's doorstep (more on that later) Indy and the others
take it all in, stunned:
INDY
It is the greatest find of all
time.
YURI
Yes. But belongs to the Kremlin
now. Sorry, Indy. Your knowledge of
this place must die with you.
/^fi^-v
112.
Peter glances to Marion, then looks back down at Escalante's
APC. FIVE 50-GALLON FUEL DRUMS are mounted on the rear.
PETER
Porfi. Bring your men.
WIPE TO:
INT. CAVE - DAY
We are inside one of the Great Stone Faces on the cliff. The
cave entrance is the mouth, with the eyes above letting in
streams of daylight like windows. TILT DOWN TO:
The fuel drums stand together in the middle of the cave. Sitting
on the ground with their backs to the drums and tied in a circle
around them (with Escalante's own rope) are Indy, Marion, Hama,
Escalante, von Grauen, and Osgood Turner. Porfi and his men
stand by, watching as:
Peter and Yuri tighten the knots. Marion glares at Peter as
he kneels to check her rope — if looks could kill.
PETER
I want you to come with me.
MARION
I want a divorce.
Next to her, Indy reacts with a big, sheepish grin — that's
the best news ever...but on the other hand, they're all about
to die. Peter raises a bundle of TNT before Marion...
PETER
Then you shall have one.
...and leans over her, packing it into the drums. Meanwhile,
Yuri comes around to Indy's side, uncoiling a long fuse.
INDY
I thought you loved America.
YURI
But Mother Russia is my soul. Our
little cold wars will heat up some
day soon. There will be a final
reckoning — an apocalyptic struggle
to inherit the earth. For the sake
of mankind, our side must win.
TURNER
Right, the great communist utopia.
Heard it all before. You try
anything, our side'11 bury you.
INDY
He's right.
113.
Peter steps in, crouching down, intense:
PETER
I think not! The Crystal Skull has
spoken! In the Lost City there lurks
a psychic force beyond our wildest
drams. Perhaps greater than the
atomic bomb. We shall learn to control
it. Use it against you.
INDY
If wishes were horses.
YURI
No, Indy, if wishes were weapons.
Imagine. To peer across the world
and know your enemy's secrets. Freeze
their missiles in their silos.
Assassinate their leaders. All with
the power of our minds.
PETER
A new frontier of psychic warfare.
That was Stalin's dream Your
precious country shall pass into
history, as extinct as ancient Rome,
(tenderly brushes
^^ Marion's cheek)
f" What is our little marriage compared
to that?
He rises, joins Yuri. They move toward the mouth of the cave,
playing out yards of fuse...
PETER
Now if you'll excuse us. The next
great adventure lies ahead. The
world that Marx dreamed of...
...but they freeze at the sound of RIFLES BEING COCKED. They
turn. Porfi and his two men have M-l rifles aimed at them.
PORFI
I myself am not political, Sefior...
WIPE TO:
Peter and Yuri are now also tied to the drums (Marion's between
Indy and Peter). ANGLE TO Porfi tightening their knots.
PORFI
...me, I'm a capitalist. I believe
in money.
Porfi rises. Escalante is ecstatic:
114.
ESCALANTE
Excellent work, compaherosl You
shall be rewarded! Untie me!
Porfi's pals (PABLO and FRANCISCO) toss uncomfortable glances
his way, wondering if they should. But Porfi shakes his head,
reassuring them.
PORFI
Nah. See, me and the boys talked it
over? And we think all the antiquities
in Peru should belong to us. I don't
know about his psychic stuff, but
the legend says the city is made of
gold. Vaya con dios, everybody.
The grab the Crystal Skull, light the fuse and hustle out of
the cave. Gone. The fuse HISSES AND SPUTTERS merrily along.
INDY
Yuri? How long's that fuse?
YURI
About three minutes, give or take.
INDY
Can you reach it with your foot?
Snuff it out?
YURI
It's poly-tensile cord with titanium
and magnesium fibers. You can't
snuff it out or cut it with an ax.
It even burns underwater.
MARION
Great.
PETER
May I suggest that—
MARION
(snaps at him)
shut up! I can't believe you were
gonna kill me! I don't wanna hear a
word out of you!
INDY
Loose ropes? Anybody?
Everybody twists and strains, but the knots are tight.
HAMA
f***- I suggest we rock the drums! Perhaps
1 we can tip them over!
j!0i&\
115.
INDY
Right! My way first! On three...one,
two, three...
the whole group rocks toward Indy, giving it all they've got,
straining like crazy. The drums aren't budging an inch.
MARION
Well, this is stupid.
They give up, sagging. Indy shifts his leg, trying to get his
boot up to where his hands are tied to his chest...
INDY
I've got a knife in my boot. If I
could just reach it...
...but it's no good. His fingers hover a good twelve inches
shy of success. He gives up in frustration.
INDY
I'm not as limber as I used to be.
MARION
So that's it?
INDY
'Fraid so.
Pause. She turns to look at him. Their eyes meet.
MARION
Sorry I got you into this.
INDY
I thought I got you into this.
Beat. Indy's working up the courage to say something. He drops
his voice to a whisper so the others can't hear:
INDY
Uh...Marion. Listen. I just wanted
to tell you that...well...1 just
wanted to say...I still, uh...
On the other side of Marion, we see Peter turn his head.
PETER
What?
INDY
(exasperated)
I LOVE HER! LOUD ENOUGH FOR YOU?
PETER
I can't believe you two are
discussing this in my presence!
116.
INDY
Hey! The marriage is over! Live
(^ with it!
He turns his attention back to Marion. She's dewey-eyed.
MARION
You're just saying that 'cause
we're about to die.
INDY
Well... it does help ease the fear
of commitment. But I mean it.
They lean toward each other, straining against their ropes.
Their lips touch. A lovely kiss. As Indy draws back...
INDY
To kiss her means death. I guess he
was right.
MARION
Who?
...and his gaze shifts, looking past her.
INDY
Oxley!
Marion turns. There's the wild man at the mouth of the cave.
INDY
Professor! Help us! Can you
understand what I'm saying?
Oxley scurries in. He draws near, touches Indy's face. Again,
that strange lucidity overcomes him, that ragged whisper:
OXLEY
You're the man in the water.
INDY
That's right. Now please. There's a
knife in my boot. We're all about
to go boom. Yuri!
YURI
Oh, sixty seconds. Maybe less.
OXLEY
(grins)
Death, dearth, death. The gods will
be plucking many pretty skulls today,
^ yes, many pretty skulls.
117.
MARION
Indy, this guy's giving me the creeps.
INDY
Don't help, okay? Professor, look
at the rope. Can you cut the rope?
OXLEY
(looks down)
Thick. Very thick.
Oxley puzzles over the rope for a moment, then surprises Indy
by abruptly grabbing it in both hands and gnawing it.
PETER
What's happening?
INDY
He's chewing on it.
VON GRAUEN
Wonderful.
MARION
Can you try explaining the knife
again? We don't have time for—
Oxley chews through it and whips his head UP. teeth bared.
HOWLING in animal triumph. Indy and Marion are stunned. Fast,
Indy wrestles out of his ropes, jumps to his feet, yanks his
knife from his boot. He slices Marion's rope first, pulls her
to her feet. Then Hama, then the others, then:
Only Peter and Yuri are still tied up. Indy hesitates, throws
a look to Marion, tempted to leave them. He sighs. He can't.
he's the hero. He grabs up an M-l rifle left at the cave
entrance by Porfi, tosses it to her. She works the bolt as:
INDY
She's in charge of this expedition.
Got that?
YURI
(glances at the fuse)
In ten seconds, there will be no
one in charge.
Indy leans down, slices their ropes...
EXT. CAVE - DAY
...and they all burst from the mouth of the cave, jumping for
it down the incline as: WA-B00000M1 A HUGE EXPLOSION blows
/imy- flame out of the mouth and eyes of the Stone Face. A moment
later, the face collapses in, a smoking hole in the cliff...
DISSOLVE TO:
yf&RV,
118.
EXT. GRAND PLAZA OF THE GREAT TEMPLE - DAY
...and our group struggles into the Lost City, passing vineshrouded
colonnades and ancient broken archways, entering:
The grand plaza of The Great Stone Temple of the Gods. The
Temple is pyramid-shaped in the Mayan style, gigantic, with
various levels working upwards toward a crown of altars and
odd battlements. It's backlit by the late sun, throwing an
awesome shadow across the crumbled plaza. Unlike Mayan
buildings, though, this one has a massive open entrance looming
like a dark, open doorway some sixty or seventy feet high. As
mentioned before, the river from the canyons is funneled here
by the aqueduct — raging white rapids thunder across the
plaza along the stone channel and disappear directly into the
heart of the Great Temple through that towering open doorway.
Oxley grows more terrified as they approach, cowering at the
sight of the building. As they reach the building's shadow,
he hunkers down, gibbering in raw animal panic.
Indy crouches before him, grabs his flailing wrist in a firm
grip — and the instant physical contact is made, Oxley calms
and that strange lucidity returns. Indy looks him in the eye.
INDY
Professor. What happened to you
here? What are you so afraid of?
OXLEY
(tortured, hushed)
I can't remember...
A mysterious WIND kicks up, billowing dust across the plaza
and sending a chill of premonition through them all.
MARION (O.S.)
Indy.
He turns. Marion's staring up at the Temple. He follows her
gaze and sees:
A SILHOUETTED FIGURE
is revealed through the billowing dust. He's on the steps
leading up to the first level of the Temple. Just standing
there. Watching them. Backlit by sun.
The figure comes slowly down the steps, a machete dangling in
one hand. In the other, he's cradling a knapsack in his arm
and holding what appears to be a glowing head. The machete
slips from his fingers, CLANKING down the steps.
He reaches the bottom and approaches us. It's Porfi. Mind
blown. One side of his face raw from a second degree burn.
His clothes streaked with blood. The glowing head he's holding
j0S>!\i
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119.
is the Crystal Skull. It drops from his shaking hand — Indy
reacts fast, catching it.
INDY
Porfi! Where are your friends?
Porfi's disoriented, trying to speak.
PORFI
Pablo...he...he touched the gold and
was consumed by the fire of the Gods...
and then the Skull spoke to me... it
said we had defiled this place...it
said we had to make a sacrifice to
appease the anger of los Dioses...
He turns, gaze traveling back up the steps from where he came.
Drops of blood lead up to the first level of the temple...where
a headless body lies seeping blood down the steps.
PORFI
So I cut off Francisco's head!
Porfi abruptly yanks a decapitated head from the knapsack,
holding it by the hair. The mouth is thrown open in a silent
scream, eyes frozen wide and staring up at the heavens.
Porfi's expression now matching his dead friend's — eyes and
mouth wide as can be — and he starts to SCREAM! Over and over
again! Horrible ear-splitting SHRIEKS! He drops the head in
the dust at Indy's feet and runs off, SCREAMING as if he'll
never stop, vanishing into the jungle...
Indy looks to the others. Everybody's in shock.
INDY
We can turn back.
He meets peter's gaze. In the look that passes between them
we can see there's no way either of them are backing down.
Indy turns TIGHT TO CAMERA, gazing with intense purpose at
the huge entrance to the Temple...
TURNER
Whoa, whoa, wait...don't we get a vote?
INDY
(not looking back)
It's not a democracy.
...and he exits frame. Marion glares at peter, rifle aimed.
MARION
That should make you feel right at
home.
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120.
The group follows Indy. Turner glances down at the
decapitated head, hurries after them...
INT. THE GREAT STONE TEMPLE - DAY
...and they enter through the massive open doorway, leaving
daylight behind. They move along the raging rapids of the
aqueduct...and as their eyes adjust, HUGE SHAPES appear in
the darkness. DOZENS OF GIANT WHEELS are being spun at great
speed by the rapids, each wheel at least fifty feet tall.
They're in a single long row down the aqueduct, one after the
other, mounted on a line of support gantries.
HAMA
Water heels?
Indy moves closer. The gantries appear metallic.
INDY
They're...turbines.
YURI
Impossible.
Descending from arrays of connectors on each gantry are series
of SOLID GOLD CONDUITS as thick as a man's wrist, running
across the floor in long weaving patterns (viewed from high
above, the floor of this place would look like a giant computer
chip schematic). Indy follows the HUMMING conduits, finds:
A DEAD MAN on the floor, body still smoking, the ashes of the
hand gripping a conduit. Indy crouches as the others gather.
MARION
Pablo.
INDY
Porfi said he touched the gold and
was consumed by the fire of the
Gods.
Indy picks up a pebble and tosses it on the conduit. The pebble
EXPLODES with a flash and puff of smoke.
INDY
Yeah, Pablo. Electrocuted. These
gold rails are conductors...
(gazes around)
...this whole place is like a massive
power generating plant.
Everybody's wrestling to accept something patently impossible:
PETER
No, no, that can't be. This city's
at least ten thousand years old.
They wouldn't have such technology.
They couldn't...
121.
TURNER
Generating power for what?
INDY
(rises)
don't step on the rails...
They proceed down the huge Corridor of Wheels, encountering
more and more BODIES along the way — some are ash like Pablo,
others merely skeletal cobwebby remains, all long dead. At
the point where the wheels end, they turn a corner into:
A LONG, DARK CORRIDOR
Indy inches cautiously into the gloom...
INDY
We're gonna need a torch.
...and an OVERHEAD FIXTURE STARTS TO GLOW. The light is dim
and greenish. Indy glances to the others, astonished.
As they proceed, the overhead fixtures track them as if by
motion sensor — the ones ahead start to glow as they approach,
the ones behind them dimming back to darkness.
The walls are lined with HIEROGLYPHS on both sides. Images
depict human slaves constructing the city. Priests and acolytes
praying to flaming fireballs in the sky. Blood sacrifices.
Strange, tall, inhuman forms. The group emerges into...
A HUGE ANTECHAMBER
...which really blows their minds. It's like a huge warehouse
crammed with stuff. They move down the aisle, increasingly
stunned. If you took the contents of the dozen best museums
of antiquity in the world and dumped them here. Well, it'd
be a drop in the bucket. There are artifacts from every ancient
era from all over the world, heaped helter-skelter,
ESCALANTE
Madre de Diosl I am the wealthiest
man in the world!
The others are looking around, numb, trying to absorb it all:
PETER
Macedonian...Egyptian...Celtic...
INDY
...Sumerian...Etruscan...Greek...
MARION
Z0**- .. .Roman.. .BabyIonian...
Indy stops, seeing primitive stone tools. He picks one up.
S0fc\
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/pflw^N
122.
INDY
. . . p r e h i s t o r i c . Stone Age.
He's blown away. His gaze goes to an intact EGYPTIAN SKIFF
leafed with gold and hung with cobwebs, oars still in place.
Nearby are rows of gorgeously painted Egyptian SARCOPHAGI.
INDY
I must be dreaming.
PETER
It's no dream, it's a motherload.
Artifacts from every ancient era of
mankind. There's not a museum in
the world that wouldn't sell its
soul...
INDY
...try a dozen museums...a hundred...
HAMA
How can this be? How could they
gather this from all over the world?
From so many different ages?
He looks to Indy for answers.
INDY
One thing's for sure. They were
collectors. Like us.
Marion steps into frame, cocks her head — look there:
Down at the end of the aisle is an ORNATE ARCHWAY leading to
another room. The archway is a startling BAS-RELIEF OF SOLID
GOLD, depicting celestial bodies. Indy leads the way...
THE CHAMBER OF THE GODS
...and they enter. It's dark, just the light spilling through
the door. The room is big, though not as huge as the antechamber
they just left. And it's round. Hama moves to the center of
the room, where a round GOLD BAS-RELIEF occupies the floor.
HAMA
(crouches)
A celestial map. These stars...it's
the Pleiades system.
...and no sooner has he spoken than DIM GREENISH LIGHT BEGINS
TO GLOW from fixtures set into the curved walls. But more
astonishing than the fixtures is what they reveal.
THIRTEEN THRONES are spaced in a wide circle around us. On
the thrones, covered with cobwebs and the dust of ages, sit
THIRTEEN CRYSTAL SKELETONS — all missing their heads.
/^*V
123.
All eyes go to Indy. He looks down at the Skull in his hand.
Looks back to the skeletons. He moves forward, wondering which
skeleton the Skull belongs to...
...and he pauses, expression going slack. He raises the Skull,
cocks his head as is listening. Then his gaze shifts to a
specific skeleton and he veers toward it.
MARION
How do you know which one?
INDY
It told me.
Marion and the others trade ominous looks. Indy mounts the
steps to the base of the throne, pauses. He lifts the Crystal
Skull to the skeleton's shoulders...and finds that it slots
perfectly in place. Click.
Ephemeral ripples of light begin in the skull, swirling down
in the body, dancing and flowing as delicately as smoke.
The skeleton, now complete, glows from within.
Indy backs away, gasping. Everybody shies back. Oxley loses
it completely, throwing himself to the floor in a fetal ball,
writhing and moaning in a meltdown of mindless terror.
Placing the skull was like fitting a key in a lock, because:
A DEEP RUMBLE BEGINS. The huge bas-relief of the Pleiades in
the middle of the floor starts to open, rising out like the
lens of a camera. Everybody scatters out of the way as the
floor just keeps opening, wider and wider, steam and brilliant
light rising from below...
...along with something big. A massive dark shape. Rising up,
higher and higher, looming. We get a sense of machinery humming
beneath the floor, not primitive stone mechanisms, but machines.
Indy glances into the glowing pit, gets a brief impression of
engineered technology — lights descending into a blinding pit
of hydraulic rams, gears, superstructure...
...and WHUMPl The shape comes to a stop, its round base
perfectly fitting the hole in the floor, shutting out the
light and sound from below.
What's risen into view is a thick, circular column of exotic
machined design, fitting from floor to ceiling. Ringing the
column are thirteen seats facing outward, suggesting futuristic
astronaut blast-seats, otherworldly and remarkable — but
even more remarkable are the THIRTEEN ALIENS seated in them.
They're facing out, their lines of sight matching the ring of
Crystal Skeletons facing in. A skeleton per alien.
Indy and the others gather, gazing up at the ALIEN opposite
the glowing skeleton. It's been dead so long it's mummified.
It's humanoid, but taller — some ten feet in height, gangly
jdfl^s
124.
and angular, with an array of ridges and spines spreading
from its neck and skull like an exotic headdress. Like the
Crystal Skeletons, the mummy is covered with cobwebs. Indy
notices dusty transparent tubes running out of the column and
the seats, plugged into the creature's desiccated flesh.
Indy reaches out, feeling one of the creature's fingers. It
snaps off softly in his hand, falling to dust at his feet.
MARION
What are they?
INDY
I don't know, but they've been dead
a long time.
HAMA
Look!
They turn. The shimmering light in the room is growing
brighter, because:
The Crystal Skeleton is gaining brilliance, swirls of light
rippling and coursing through its form. They shield their
eyes as the light gathers most intensely in the skull — and
TWIN BEAMS OF LIGHT shoot over their heads from the skeleton's
eyes in the alien mummy's, the two now connected by
supernatural force. Indy notices with dread that the tubes
sunken into the alien's flesh have begun seeping fluids...
INDY
I've got a bad feeling about this.
...and a MASSIVE BOOMING VOICE SUDDENLY FILLS THE ROOM:
VOICE
ANUNG UN RAMA! AMUNG DOOL! AMUNG
DOON ABAYA! ANUNG UN RAMAAAA!
MARION
Where's that coming from?
Turner's backing away, pointing:
TURNER
It's the weird guy.
Everybody turns...
ANGLE ON THE GROUP
...as Oxley rises up into frame facing camera, arms held aloft,
weird glowing vapor streaming from his nose and mouth, hair
billowing against gravity as if underwater. The man we knew
is gone — what remains is a conduit of unearthly power. As
we watch, his eyes roll slowly up in his head until the pupils
vanish completely — only the whites are now visible.
/0^\
125.
His mouth opens a living microphone for the Gods, VOICE
CONTINUING TO ECHO AND BOOM...
OXLEY/ALIEN
TO THE SACRED PLACE WE WELCOME YOU.
...and he turns to face the group. More and more glowing vapor
is forming, streaming to Oxley from the alien mummy and the
Crystal Skeleton, forming rivulets that swirl about his body
and create vague, wispy shapes in the air above his head...
INDY
Who are you?
...and when Oxley speaks, streams of vapor exhale form his
nose and mouth, forming shapes that dissipate in the air before
their eyes like an opium addict's dream...
OXLEY/ALIEN
WE ARE THE ONES WHO FELL FROM THE
HEAVENS. WE ARE THE NEPHALIM. WE
ARE THE RUBEZAHL. WE ARE THE LIGHTS
IN THE SKY. YOUR KIND HAS GIVEN US
MANY NAMES. YOU MAY WORSHIP US.
INDY
Uh, thank you...
^0^ (glances to the others)
( ...your Worshipfulness.
Peter moves forward, eyes gleaming.
PETER
When did you come here?
OXLEY/ALIEN
WHEN OUR KIND WAS VERY OLD. AND
YOUR KIND WAS VERY YOUNG.
...and now the vapor flows in ever more distinct images in the
air above the Oxley/Alien's head...dizzying star clusters being
traversed at inconceivable speeds...arriving at the slowly
spinning ball of planet Earth...descending toward what would
later be the Yucatan Peninsula and South America...racing over
parched, arid landscapes... and the vapor transforms into
PRIMITIVE APE MEN throwing themselves shrieking to the ground
in terror as awesome booming LIGHTS ripple across the sky...
OXLEY/ALIEN
WE NURTURED YOU. ENHANCED YOU. SET
YOU ON THE PATH TO CIVILIZATION.
GAVE YOU KNOWLEDGE OF THE STARS.
...and the vapor forms the great stone Mayan Calendar...
126.
OXLEY/ALIEN
YOU CAME TO LOVE US. FEAR US. YOUR
Z ^ WORSHIP PROVIDED US MUCH THAT WE
• NEEDED TO SURVIVE.
...and the Calendar swirls into a Mayan priest wearing a grand
headdress patterned after the ridges and pines of the aliens'
heads, eyes wide in fervor as he plunges a ceremonial dagger
into the chest of a screaming human sacrifice. From the chest
swirling up, and is inhaled by an alien...
OXLEY/ALIEN
AND WHEN OUR TIME WAS PASSING...WHEN
OUR BODIES BEGAN TO DIE...WE PLACED
OUR GODLY ESSENCE INTO THE THIRTEEN
SACRED VESSELS...
...and the vapor transforms into the thirteen Crystal Skulls
floating in the air. They descend, settling upon the shoulders
of thirteen Crystal Skeletons...
OXLEY/ALIEN
...THAT WE MIGHT SOMEDAY BE REBORN
WHEN OTHERS OF OUR KIND CAME TO
CLAIM US.
/P*»
...and the image breaks apart, flowing and reforming into
the head of the alien itself, floating above Oxley like the
Great and Powerful Oz, matching Oxley's movements as:
OXLEY/ALIEN
YOU HAVE BROKEN OUR SLUMBER. DO YOU
BRING ALL THE SKULLS THAT WERE TAKEN
FROM THIS PLACE?
INDY
um...well, not exactly...
OXLEY/ALIEN
THEN WHY ARE YOU HERE?
HAMA
We came seeking knowledge.
The alien pauses, pondering...
OXLEY/ALIEN
YES. YOU ALWAYS WERE AN INQUISITIVE
SPECIES. IT IS YOUR STRENGTH AND
YOUR WEAKNESS.
... and glowing vapor streams from his image out to Indy and
the group, swirling among them, probing...
/^\
127.
OXLEY/ALIEN
THERE ARE FIVE AMONG YOU. FIVE.
WITH THE GREATEST NEED. THE GREATEST
THIRST. FOR KNOWLEDGE. ALL THAT
THERE IS TO GAIN. YOU ARE LIKE THE
PRIESTS WHO SPILLED THE RIVERS OF
BLOOD IN OUR NAME.
...and the vapor encircles the five: Peer...then Yuri...Von
Grauen...Escalante...finally Indy. The vapor glows brighter...
OXLEY/ALIEN
YOU ARE THE FIVE. YOU ARE THE CHOSEN.
...and the five men are lifted into the air and brought before
the alien. They hover there, engulfed in a forming cloud of
vapor and brilliance — but more than mere light, the cloud
growing around them is a place of dreams. They stare into the
swirling promise of all the knowledge in the cosmos, stunned
by it, hypnotized, blown away. In that seething cauldron lies
all the power and glory in the universe.
Hama and Turner watch, agape. Marion steps closer, terrified:
MARION
Indy?
Indy, Peter, and the others hover there, eyes wide, breath
gone, gazing into the furnace of the Gods. A whisper:
INDY
Marion. Marion. It's...
MARION
It's what?
INDY
(reaching out)
It's...everything.
MARION
Indy, no! Don't touch it!
But the five men are in the grip of fervor, each in his own
"zone" of the swirling cloud, each man seeing different things
specific to them taking shape in the vapor, the alien now
speaking in thirteen mingled voices...
ALIEN VOICES
WHAT IS YOUR HUNGER, YOU FIVE? WHAT
IS IT YOU SEEK?
VON GRAUEN'S "ZONE"
VON GRAUEN
So it's true? I have only to
wish...and it will be so?
128.
ALIEN VOICES
YOU HAVE ONLY TO WISH.
VON GRAUEN
...I wish for the past...to see our
greatness risen from the ashes...to
reclaim the glory that was ours...
...and we hear the sound of MARCHING BOOTS approaching like
distant thunder...the vapor now forming into an endless row
of parade banners moving proudly past us, bearing swastika
after swastika...and growing from the netherworld come TEN
THOUSAND VOICES chanting, "Sieg Heil...Sieg Heil...Sieg Heil,
while the voice of a madman screams: "Deutschland Erwache!"
ESCALANTE'S "ZONE"
ESCALANTE
...I seek power...no, more than
power...people must cower before
me...I want to be feared...1 want...
PETER'S "ZONE"
PETER
...knowledge...more than any man
can ever have...more than any man
can ever know...more than...
INDY'S "ZONE"
INDY
...I could ever possibly dream of...
Marion is dimly seen and heard just beyond the boundary of
the fully-formed "dream cloud," voice distorted and distant:
MARION
Iiinnnddddyyyy...
INDY
...it's all here, Marion...all that
there ever was...all that there ever
will be...all I could ever want...
MARION
...ddoonn'tt llookk aatt
iitt...ttuurrn aawwaaayyy...
ALIEN VOICES
ANYTHING YOU WISH, INDIANA JONES.
YOU HAVE BUT TO CHOOSE.
MARION
IINNDDYYYY...
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129.
...and her voice makes him hesitate. He looks to her, sees
her image swimming like a fading mirage outside the cloud...
...but he turns away from her, staring again into the glory
before him. Blinking like a man in a dream. Wanting it so
badly. Face gleaming with ultimate desire...
OUTSIDE THE DREAM CLOUD
MARION
Indy, please! Don't leave me!
She can hear all their voices garbled like drowning men in
the cloud of dreams — mingling, echoing, overlapping, wanting,
working toward a crescendo:
ESCALANTE
...ttoo bbee tthhee mmoosstt
ffeeaarreedd ooff aall...tthhee
mmoosstt ddeeaaddllyy...
PETER
...aall tthhee kknnoowwlleeddggee
tthheerree iiss...mmoorree tthhaann
aannyy mmaann ccaann kknnooww...
INDY'S "ZONE"
INDY
...anything?
ALIEN VOICES
ANYTHING. CHOOSE.
INDY
I want...I want...
It takes everything he's got in him, but he pulls his eyes
away from all the wonder before him...and turns, looking back
to Marion. Their eyes meet. His smile to her is beautiful,
both sad and joyful, because in his heart he knows, and his
look says it all — he wants Marion.
And suddenly: WHUMP! Indy is released from the dream cloud,
slamming to the cold stone floor. Marion rushes to him and
drops to his side, both of them looking up as...
VON GRAUEN'S "ZONE"
VON GRAUEN
(screaming, ecstatic)
I want the dream reborn! I want the
glory we created...
...the vapor of Von Grauen's wish takes final shape, the face
of the alien flowing like smoke and re-forming into the
glorious, smiling visage of Adolph Hitler himself...
y^N,
/#*N,
/flfl^v
130.
ALIEN VOICES
VERY WELL. YOU SHALL HAVE THE GLORY
YOU CREATED.
...and Hitler's smile becomes the toothy grimace of a leering,
demonic skull: Von Grauen starts SCREAMING as Der Fuhrer's
ectoplasmic hand forms a vicious talon that reaches out, sinks
into Von Grauen's disgusting black heart, and sucks the life
force right out of him in a crunch of collapsing bones...
PETER'S "ZONE"
ALIEN VOICES
YOU SHALL HAVE MORE KNOWLEDGE THAN
ANY MAN CAN KNOW.
...and the vapor infuses Peter's body, streaming up his nose
and mouth into his brain...
PETER
Yes! Yes! I see it all! My God, I
know everything...
...and he SCREAMS as his head begins to swellf expanding far
beyond its capacity, and the top of his head erupts as his
life force is sucked out too...
ESCALANTE'S "ZONE"
ALIEN VOICES
YOU SHALL BE THE MOST FEARED AND
DEADLY.
...and the vapor infuses El President, reshaping and shrinking
him as he SCREAMS, sucking his life force right out through
his pores until all that's left of him is...
OUTSIDE THE CLOUD
...a tiny black & red poison-arrow frog that plops onto the
stone floor in front of Indy and Marion. It hops away past
them as they stare in astonishment.
The stolen life forces of the three men WHOOSH one-two-three
over Indy's and Marion's heads, sucked into the exotic alien
machinery of the column of seats. Indy's gaze drops to:
The mummified alien in its seat. The machinery is humming
louder now, powered by the stolen life forces, the fluids
pumping faster. As Indy and the others watch, the desiccated
flesh of the alien is becoming more supple, fuller, more alive.
In fact, the alien mummy is beginning to stir...to move.
All that remains in the dream cloud now is Yuri.
ALIEN VOICES
YURI MAKOVSKY. CHOOSE.
131.
Indy's eyes desperately go to Marion's rifle. He grabs it
from her, sits up, works the bolt...
INDY
Cover your eyes.
MARION
Why?
INDY
'Cause I dunno what's gonna happen.
...and he shoulders it, taking careful aim at:
The Crystal Skull. Sitting atop the Crystal Skeleton...
TURNER
JONES! NO!
(Indy glances over)
This could be ours! Think of the
power! Think of the possibilities!
INDY
I am!
...and BLAM1 Indy pulls the trigger.
THE CRYSTAL SKULL
is shot right between the eyes, EXPLODING into a fantastic
shower of spinning crystalline fragments —
— and an incredible amount of ENERGY erupts as the glowing
light is released. The essence of the Gods. It pours upward
from the shoulders of the Crystal Skeleton, caroming off the
ceiling and blazing in all directions. The dream cloud vanishes
with a CONCUSSIVE BANG, slamming Yuri to the floor.
The essence of the Gods is like living fire ripping through
the air above our heroes' heads, careening off walls, blazing
into the column of alien seats and CRACKLING down through its
machinery like live current...
QUICK-CUT ANGLES
...and the living fire zaps through areas of the ship our heroes
will never see, CRACKLING down corridors and BLAZING through
banks of machines that might be computers, activating systems
and mechanisms that have lain dormant for untold ages...
CHAMBER OF THE GODS
...and the whole goddamn place begins to shake. Indy pushes
to his feet, grabbing Marion and the others, shoving them
toward the door, massive blocks of stone now ripping loose
and plummeting from the ceiling...
132.
Indy pauses at the door, looking back, realizing Professor
Oxley's still back there. The old man's kneeling on the floor,
an emptied vessel now, too exhausted to rise. Oxley looks up,
meets Indy's eyes...and smiles. He's fully himself again. Not
a wild man. Not a conduit. Just Vernon Oxley.
OXLEY
Indy. My boy. Run.
There's no way Indy's leaving him there. He dashes back into
the chamber, determined to save him, but stops. as:
The alien, now more flesh and blood than mummy, rises from
its seat, tubes ripping free. It looms up behind Oxley. The
old man senses it, turns, looks up...
The creature reaches down, wraps a hand around Oxley's throat,
and lifts him into the air. It brings Oxley face to face,
vapor swirling between their mouths as it starts to suck
Oxley's life force out...
INDY (O.S.)
Hey.
...and the alien pauses, turning. Indy is shouldering the
carbine, taking careful aim, finger on the trigger —
INDY
Welcome to Earth.
— and BLAMlBLAMinT.AMtRT.AM!BLAMlBLAMl He empties the clip
in into the creature, driving it back into the shadows. Oxley
drops to the floor. Indy dashes in, grabs him...
MARION
Move it, Jones!
INDY
you're the boss!
...and they run like hell. Moments later, the ceiling collapses
behind them, sealing the alien away forever.
ANTECHAMBER OF ARTIFACTS
The group runs up the aisle as the place comes down around
their ears. Chunks of stone are tearing loose from the ceiling
high above, letting in daylight, plummeting like artillery
shells into the amazing artifacts all around them...
LOW ANGLE OF FLOOR
...as a tiny black & red frog comes hopping up the aisle,
Z"*^ chirping in panic. Indy and the others come running up behind
it...and Indy's foot stomps it flat as they pass by.
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133.
REVERSE ANGLE
f0** as the group races away from us. Turner looks back, appalled:
TURNER
Jones! You just stomped the
president of Peru!
They keep running as the RUMBLING AND SHAKING grows worse,
now a veritable earthquake.
MARION
What's happening?
INDY
Something bad! We gotta get as far
away from here as possible, fast!
YURI
How?
Indy skids to a stop as inspiration strikes. He grabs the
Egyptian skiff, wrestling it off its mount. Everybody pitches
in, pushing and pulling it desperately up the aisle...
THE CORRIDOR OF WHEELS
^ v — and out to the aqueduct where the row of Giant Wheels end.
( They tip the boat onto the sloping aqueduct wall, poising the
prow above the raging rapids. They throw themselves in the
boat and slide down, swept off in the blink of an eye...
EXT. THE GREAT STONE TEMPLE - DAY
TRAVELING WITH THE SKIFF as it comes bursting out of a huge
tunnel into blinding, beautiful daylight, shooting the rapids,
everybody holding on for dear life as the Great Stone Temple
drops away fast, receding behind them...
...and in the same shot, our CAMERA RISES into the air,
tracking them down the thundering river...
...and our CAMERA KEEPS RISING, further and further, up and
up, until the skiff is a tiny speck being swept along...
...and still we rise, still in the same shot, until we have a
bird's eye view of the Valley of Dreams below us, the cause
of the "earthquake" now apparent we see:
Parts of the valley is rising up in an enormous disc shapef
perfectly round and a mile wide in diameter. The skiff barely
makes it past the edge, sailing off down the river as the
disc shape rises, lifting the landscape with it — jungle,
f0**"' ruins, everything. Whatever's under all that dirt has been
buried there a long time, long enough that the city was built
on top of it then thousand years ago...
134.
TRAVELING WITH THE SKIFF
f0^ as the object rises massively behind the boat, straight up in
the air, cascading a million tons of dirt and rock, raining
ancient ruins and countless trees. Indy and the others look
back, and in that gray storm of raining soil they get a vague
impression of the underside of the saucer and its mind-boggling
scale — there's a trio of round spinning lights, each the
size of a football stadium, that comprise some extraordinary
and unfathomable propulsion system.
The engines are THRUMMING unevenly, struggling. The saucer
keeps rising, straight up, a thousand feet now and still
climbing. Our skiff is being swept on by the rapids, gaining
more distance with every passing moment...
...and just when it seems the saucer may keep rising forever,
the struggling engines fail, sending STRANGE BURSTS OF
LIGHTNING exploding outward and spreading across the smooth
underside of the giant alien craft...
...and the saucer starts dropping straight back down into the
very pit from which it rose, a trillion tons plummeting back
to earth. The Gods Themselves are falling from the Heavens...
...and our group goes sailing over a small waterfall, everybody
spilling into the water as the boat flies apart — and it's
the sudden drop in terrain that saves them, because the saucer
impacts with inconceivable force and EXPLODES WITH A NUCLEAR
FLASH that turns the Valley of Dreams into a pit of slag...
WIPE TO:
EXT. TOP OF CLIFF - DAY
...and Indy and the others climb up from the river below,
soaked to the bone. They turn, gazing back. The Valley of
Dreams is now billowing into the sky as a MUSHROOM CLOUD.
Indy and Yuri look at each other. Yuri smiles...then starts
LAUGHING, harder and harder.
TURNER
What's the joke?
YURI
We! We are the joke! After all
that... to come away empty handed...
INDY
(glances to Marion)
Not empty-handed. Not by a long
shot.
Z0**- (to Yuri)
We're alive. Older. Maybe wiser.
That's something, isn't it?
135.
Yuri sees the truth in this. He nods, offers Indy his hand.
YURI
See you around.
Beat. Marion, Turner, and Hama trade glances, waiting to see
what Indy will do. Indy steps forward, smiling.•.and nails
Yuri with the all-time haymaker of punches. Yuri's feet leave
the ground as he drops. Indy glares down at him, intense.
INDY
Not if I see you first.
(beat)
Stay out of my country.
Indy leads the others away. Yuri wipes blood from his
nose...and starts to laugh. He hollers after them:
YURI
it was a hell of a chase, my friend!
Adventure still has a name!
INDY'S GROUP
moves down the ridge, YURI'S LAUGHTER ECHOING through the
hills behind them. As they exit frame, WE HOLD ON THE MUSHROOM
CLOUD in the distance...
(***' MAN'S VOICE (V.O.)
On behalf of a grateful nation...for
heroic action in foiling a Soviet
plot that resulted in the accidental
detonation of a stolen atomic bomb
in the jungles of Peru...
INT. AUDITORIUM - DAY
TIGHT ON INDY wearing a tuxedo, a little embarrassed, anxious
to get through this.
MAN'S VOICE (O.S.)
... it is my great pleasure to award
Doctor Henry Jones, Jr., the highest
civilian honor our country can
bestow. The Congressional Gold Medal.
The speaker steps up, places the Gold Medal around Indy's
neck — it's PRESIDENT EISENHOWER. The CROWD CHEERS. Eisenhower
shakes Indy's hand and poses, smiling for the FLASHING CAMERAS.
EISENHOWER
Anything you'd like to say, Doctor
Jones?
Indy glances to the side. Osgood Turner gives Indy a nod and
a little thumbs-up — go on, pal, say something.
136.
J*0S>\
INDY
(leans to the microphone)
Mr. President. There are only two
words I'd like to say today...
CUT TO:
INT. CHURCH - DAY
INDY
I do.
He turns to Marion, lifts her bridal veil, kisses her...
EXT. CHURCH - DAY
...and they come running down the steps in a hail of rice to
the sound of WEDDING BELLS...
EXT. WEDDING RECEPTION - NIGHT
...and we find them on the dance floor that night, exhausted
but happy, dancing to a LIVE ORCHESTRA. A FEMALE VOCALIST is
singing "In Old Monterey." Well-wishers keep drifting by,
interrupting them with their congratulations...
...and as a COUPLE departs, Indy's eyes bug out as somebody
suddenly gives him a crushing bear-hug from behind, lifting
him off the ground. When his feet land, he turns to see:
SALLAH, drunk and ebullient, accompanied by HENRY, SR.
Sallah's singing along with the orchestra:
SALLAH
"...loooongs for the sweetheart
that I left in Old Montereeey—!"
(waxing rhapsodic)
Oh, my friends! My heart is bursting
with joy! You see?
(leans in)
I always knew you belonged together!
It was written in the stars!
MARION
(glances to Indy)
I guess you could say that.
Marion kisses Sallah. Henry shoves Sallah aside. Indy's shocked
to find his father also drunk, face streaming with tears.
HENRY
Loot at them! Aren't they
beautiful?
He stuns Indy even more by throwing his arms around him.
137.
HENRY
I'm so proud of you, son. So proud...
(*** (pulls back)
...in fact, I'm going to sing a
song at your wedding!
INDY
(as Henry departs)
Dad, that's not really...necessary...
But the old man's gone. Indy turns back to Marion with
trepidation. They keep dancing. Indy glances apprehensively
to the stage as the singer finishes and hands the microphone
to Henry, who murmurs to the BAND LEADER. The band launches
into the intro of "Fly Me to the Moon"
INDY
I've never seen him like that. Or
heard him sing before...
MARION
Come on, I bet he's not so bad.
Indy's not so sure. He glances over and sees:
Professor Oxley seated at a table in his tweedy suit, nursing
a glass of white wine. The old fellow's looking a bit wan in
the aftermath of his ordeal, but is definitely himself again.
He catches Indy's eye, raises his glass in a toast. Indy and
Marion smile warmly back — and everybody winces, including
Oxley, as Henry starts SINGING...boy, is he terrible:
HENRY
"fly me to the moon...let me sail
among the stars...let me see what
spring is like on Jupiter and Mars..."
INDY
You lost that bet.
MARION
He's happy. That's what counts.
INDY
Riiiight...
CAMERA CLOSES IN, MOVING TIGHTER AND TIGHTER on OUT dancing
couple as:
MARION
so, Mr. Jones.
^ INDY
Yes.•.Mrs. Jones?
138.
MARION
There's something you never told
me. Something I need to know.
INDY
Uh-oh. What's that?
MARION
Back in the Lost City. When you
were in that dream cloud. What did
you see in there?
Indy hesitates, trying to find the words.
INDY
It was like...like seeing
everything in the universe all at
once. Like suddenly knowing all the
secrets there are to know. The
meaning of it all.
MARION
So? Why didn't you take it? All
that fortune and glory?
INDY
I did.
(" She looks up at him, not getting it. By now we're VERY TIGHT:
INDY
What I saw in my dream cloud?
(beat)
You. I saw you. You're my fortune
and glory, kid.
Marion melts. As they come together for a kiss, ANGLE DRIFTS
PAST THEM through all the dancing couples....
...and WE CLOSE IN to find Oxley alone at his table in the
corner, unnoticed by all, amusing himself by making the
silverware dance and twirl on the table before him like the
couples on the dance floor, using only the power of his mind.
Bemused and amused, he glances up toward the sky...
...and WE TILT UP off his look to the millions of stars shining
like diamonds above. And as a series of SHOOTING STARS streak
across the night sky, we
FADE OUT
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