The group stares down into the dark casm with uncertainty.
ROB: So, who wants to go first? Can we vote? I pick Jones!
INDY: Ha, you would.
He looks around at all the other expectant faces smiling hopefully at him.
INDY: I...how...(gives up)fine.
He looks as if hes going to say something then repeats more firmly,
INDY: Fine.
INDY grabs a rope from a bag, ties it to the hinge of the door and throws it into the room. He positions himself on the door and looks down.
INDY: Here goes.
He rappels down the wall into the dark room and jumps the rest of the way at the bottom. His expression turns to shock when he looks around.
INDY: Someone get down here.
They all hastily descend to view what INDY is seeing. When they are all down,
LOCKHEART: What are those?
The ground is littered with motionless lumps. Puddles of dark red lay beside them.
INDY: Bodies.
TREFLER who was leaning closer to one to see it better coils back with a disgusted sound.
LOCKHEART: There's so many? How were they killed?
INDY: I can't tell...here those look like their torches, pass me one.
BROWAN who is standing nearest passes torches around. INDY takes out his "good-luck charm" and lights the end of the torches.
ROB: Looks like they've been shot.
They walk around looking at the different pained expressions on the faces.
MALTON: Oh no.
The group looks over to see the problem. MALTON is staring down at the face of MANTZULA, his body twisted and torn on the ground.
BROWAN: Looks like they were waiting for you after all.
ROB: But someone else got here first.
INDY puts a hand on MALTON'S shoulder. In a soft voice
INDY: We'd better hurry. Who ever did this could come back.
MALTON nods still staring at MANTZULA.
INDY: Let's head down this way. Watch your step.
He points to a tunnel that branches off of the room. It is dark and covered with cobwebs. A stale air blows in their faces. After only a moment of walking
they come to fork in the tunnel.
HENRY: This could complicate things.
ROB: What should we do? Split up?
INDY: Not down here. Too dangerous.
ROB: Then what?
INDY doesn't answer.
ROB: Indy?
INDY puts his finger up and starts to head down one of the tunnels in front of him. He stops for a moment then turns back.
INDY: This ones a dead end.
TREFLER: How do you know that?
INDY: The air's still, which means there can't be a room at the end of it.
HENRY: Are you sure about this?
INDY: Fairly.
ROB: Fairly? Well for cripes sake Indy, with something like this you better be damn sure!
INDY: Look, we either follow this tunnel or we wait for who ever did that wonderful piece of handiwork to come (gestures back to where the bodies were) and show us the way. Hows that sound?
ROB(sighs): Lead on.
INDY: Thank you.
INDY turns away from ROB to stare down the tunnel, hiding the apprehension clouding his face.
INDY (to self): I know what I'm doing.
He takes a deep, shakey breath and makes his way down the narrow passage. The rest timidly follow. A few feet up the tunnel, they come across another body.
INDY: There's more bodies here. They don't look like they've been shot though.
TREFLER: What's happened to them?
LOCKHEART: It's like something was (gags) picking at their skin.
MALTON: There must be an animal around.
INDY: Everyone keep a lookout. We're almost there.
They continue even more cautiously. BROWAN suddenly lets out a gasp. They turn to see what it is and spot a spider scuttling away from his feet.
INDY: Don't worry, a little spider won't hurt you.
ROB looks past BROWAN and his face turns petrified.
ROB: But a few hundred can kill you!
HENRY: Good Lord!
The walls, cieling and floor of the tunnel are covered in thousands of tarantula-type spiders. They advance quickly on the group.
ROB: So, who wants to go first? Can we vote? I pick Jones!
INDY: Ha, you would.
He looks around at all the other expectant faces smiling hopefully at him.
INDY: I...how...(gives up)fine.
He looks as if hes going to say something then repeats more firmly,
INDY: Fine.
INDY grabs a rope from a bag, ties it to the hinge of the door and throws it into the room. He positions himself on the door and looks down.
INDY: Here goes.
He rappels down the wall into the dark room and jumps the rest of the way at the bottom. His expression turns to shock when he looks around.
INDY: Someone get down here.
They all hastily descend to view what INDY is seeing. When they are all down,
LOCKHEART: What are those?
The ground is littered with motionless lumps. Puddles of dark red lay beside them.
INDY: Bodies.
TREFLER who was leaning closer to one to see it better coils back with a disgusted sound.
LOCKHEART: There's so many? How were they killed?
INDY: I can't tell...here those look like their torches, pass me one.
BROWAN who is standing nearest passes torches around. INDY takes out his "good-luck charm" and lights the end of the torches.
ROB: Looks like they've been shot.
They walk around looking at the different pained expressions on the faces.
MALTON: Oh no.
The group looks over to see the problem. MALTON is staring down at the face of MANTZULA, his body twisted and torn on the ground.
BROWAN: Looks like they were waiting for you after all.
ROB: But someone else got here first.
INDY puts a hand on MALTON'S shoulder. In a soft voice
INDY: We'd better hurry. Who ever did this could come back.
MALTON nods still staring at MANTZULA.
INDY: Let's head down this way. Watch your step.
He points to a tunnel that branches off of the room. It is dark and covered with cobwebs. A stale air blows in their faces. After only a moment of walking
they come to fork in the tunnel.
HENRY: This could complicate things.
ROB: What should we do? Split up?
INDY: Not down here. Too dangerous.
ROB: Then what?
INDY doesn't answer.
ROB: Indy?
INDY puts his finger up and starts to head down one of the tunnels in front of him. He stops for a moment then turns back.
INDY: This ones a dead end.
TREFLER: How do you know that?
INDY: The air's still, which means there can't be a room at the end of it.
HENRY: Are you sure about this?
INDY: Fairly.
ROB: Fairly? Well for cripes sake Indy, with something like this you better be damn sure!
INDY: Look, we either follow this tunnel or we wait for who ever did that wonderful piece of handiwork to come (gestures back to where the bodies were) and show us the way. Hows that sound?
ROB(sighs): Lead on.
INDY: Thank you.
INDY turns away from ROB to stare down the tunnel, hiding the apprehension clouding his face.
INDY (to self): I know what I'm doing.
He takes a deep, shakey breath and makes his way down the narrow passage. The rest timidly follow. A few feet up the tunnel, they come across another body.
INDY: There's more bodies here. They don't look like they've been shot though.
TREFLER: What's happened to them?
LOCKHEART: It's like something was (gags) picking at their skin.
MALTON: There must be an animal around.
INDY: Everyone keep a lookout. We're almost there.
They continue even more cautiously. BROWAN suddenly lets out a gasp. They turn to see what it is and spot a spider scuttling away from his feet.
INDY: Don't worry, a little spider won't hurt you.
ROB looks past BROWAN and his face turns petrified.
ROB: But a few hundred can kill you!
HENRY: Good Lord!
The walls, cieling and floor of the tunnel are covered in thousands of tarantula-type spiders. They advance quickly on the group.