INT. THE MONASTERY
They enter, guns drawn and eyes peeled. What do they see...
Nothing. No sign of Jones. The men cautiously step around the
church looking under bits of debris for something... anything.
But there seems to be no body?
One of the wanders over to the fallen bell. He signals another
man, who jogs over. The two grip the bell and slowly lift it.
Suddenly the bell pushes back with extreme force on the two
bandits who fall under it's weight. GUNSHOTS ring out as Indy
emerges from his hiding spot and fires on the remaining bandits
while sprinting to the staircase.
The other brigands OPEN FIRE. BULLETS RIDDLE the staircase as
Indy quickly ascends in his robes, leaping over the gap in the
stairs.
At the top, there is what's left of a small walkway encircling
the hole over which the bell hung. Indy jumps through the open
wall of the tower.
EXT. MONATERY
Indy BOUNDS from the monatery to the roof of another structure in
the village.
Diego turns to see what's the commotion. He SCREAMS IN SPANISH
and his men FIRE.
Indy runs, DODGING BULLETS and JUMPING to yet another building
with a slanted roof. Indy's feet slip and he SKIDS on his back
down the edifice landing on... an unoccupied horse.
INDY
Hyaa!
He takes off.
Diego and his army give chase, leaving the village behind. The
young girl with the doll makes her way to front of the stunned
commoners as we:
CUT TO:
EXT. MEXICAN HORIZON - MORNING
Over the horizon in the far distance rises Indiana Jones atop his
stag. He rides hard and fast. Moments later, the ENTIRE MOUNTED
ARMY OF DESPERADOS follows suit. The sheer number of horsemen in
pursuit, flood the entire landscape behind Indy who forces his
animal to the limit .
INDY
Hyaa! Hyaa!
Diego laughs, and fires his pistol in the air, along with his
amigos leading the front line. They scoff at the pathetic
getaway attempt they are witnessing.
Slowly in the b.g. a CROPDUSTING PLANE becomes visible though the
hazy Mexican sky. It SWOOPS DOWN above the army of bandits
releasing it's load upon them. The men duck, and leap off their
horses, wiping their eyes, and brushing their sleeves. Diego
wipes his eyes.
Indy looks back and watches the chemicals engulf the army. The
plane flys up behind Indy, keeping pace just over his head.
Diego and his men FIRE away. BULLETS WHIZ past Indy's head, as
he grabs the whell of the plane, climbing up into it. Diego and
his men fire furiously but it is futile. The plane flys into the
distnace. Diego yells something in spanish to his men and th
eentire heard slows to a halt.
DIEGO
(watching scornfully)
Let him go. We have what we came for.
Diego pulls the idol from his saddle, and cherishes it with his
eyes. Another victorious smile crosses his features. But.. he
notices... the golden shine is smudging. Diego wipes his golden
idol off... more and more... underneath it is SILVER!
DIEGO
No! No, it's...
(top of his lungs)
Senor Jones!
INT/EXT. CROPDUSTER
Indy settles back in his seat, aching, out of breath. he pulls
the REAL IDOL from his robe.
INDY
Like I said... every move.
The Asian man pilots the plane.
ASIAN MAN
That last move was close. Too close.
INDY
Do you know how long's its been since I've held this?
ASIAN MAN
Too long, I'm sure.
INDY
I traced it everywhere. Marrakech. Abu Dhabi.
Singapore. But it was in Mexico. I knew it was in
Mexico.
ASIAN MAN
You're right on schedule too. Should be able to make
the big event by the skin of your teeth.
Indy reaches down pulling out his fedora and carefully donning
it. He leans forward patting the Asian Man on the back.
INDY
You done good today, Short Round. You done good.
Just then, the Asian man dons an old, worn-out New York Yankees
baseball cap.
SHORT ROUND
Learned from the best.
INDY
Guess we'll be going out seperate ways after London?
SHORT ROUND
Looks like it. I wish I could be there for you, but I
have to get back to my family.
INDY
It's alright, I still owe you one. Fly us outta here,
Shorty.
SHORT ROUND
You got it, Dr. Jones.
The plane flies into the distance.
EXT. CROPDUSTER -- FLYING -- SUNSET
This IMAGE is SUPERIMPOSED over a MAP that follows the small
planes's course from the middle of Mexico to London, England. We
SEE SUPERIMPOSED, Indy and Shorty shaking hands on an airfield.
The IMAGE becomes a commercial plane and the map follows the
plane to Paris, France. The plans lands safely on a runway.
EXT. PARIS -- ESTABLISHING -- NOON
Paris, 1946, truly is a romantic sight. The Eiffel Tower in the
distance... the buildings crowded over thin, twisting roadways
like ominous cliffs.
EXT. PARIS -- CHARLES DE GAULLE AIRPORT
Indy, now shaven and dressed in an incredibly wrinkled suit,
exits the airports terminal and carries his baggage to the curb.
He throws his arm out to hail a cab.
A QUICK CUT of a gloved hand being shoved into Indy's back.
The shove jolts Indy as he hears a VOICE...
VOICE
(a german accent)
I vouldn't move if I vere you. I vouldn't even
breathe.
Indy slowly puts his arms in the air. A beat.
INDY
What do you want?
VOICE You, Professor Jones.
They enter, guns drawn and eyes peeled. What do they see...
Nothing. No sign of Jones. The men cautiously step around the
church looking under bits of debris for something... anything.
But there seems to be no body?
One of the wanders over to the fallen bell. He signals another
man, who jogs over. The two grip the bell and slowly lift it.
Suddenly the bell pushes back with extreme force on the two
bandits who fall under it's weight. GUNSHOTS ring out as Indy
emerges from his hiding spot and fires on the remaining bandits
while sprinting to the staircase.
The other brigands OPEN FIRE. BULLETS RIDDLE the staircase as
Indy quickly ascends in his robes, leaping over the gap in the
stairs.
At the top, there is what's left of a small walkway encircling
the hole over which the bell hung. Indy jumps through the open
wall of the tower.
EXT. MONATERY
Indy BOUNDS from the monatery to the roof of another structure in
the village.
Diego turns to see what's the commotion. He SCREAMS IN SPANISH
and his men FIRE.
Indy runs, DODGING BULLETS and JUMPING to yet another building
with a slanted roof. Indy's feet slip and he SKIDS on his back
down the edifice landing on... an unoccupied horse.
INDY
Hyaa!
He takes off.
Diego and his army give chase, leaving the village behind. The
young girl with the doll makes her way to front of the stunned
commoners as we:
CUT TO:
EXT. MEXICAN HORIZON - MORNING
Over the horizon in the far distance rises Indiana Jones atop his
stag. He rides hard and fast. Moments later, the ENTIRE MOUNTED
ARMY OF DESPERADOS follows suit. The sheer number of horsemen in
pursuit, flood the entire landscape behind Indy who forces his
animal to the limit .
INDY
Hyaa! Hyaa!
Diego laughs, and fires his pistol in the air, along with his
amigos leading the front line. They scoff at the pathetic
getaway attempt they are witnessing.
Slowly in the b.g. a CROPDUSTING PLANE becomes visible though the
hazy Mexican sky. It SWOOPS DOWN above the army of bandits
releasing it's load upon them. The men duck, and leap off their
horses, wiping their eyes, and brushing their sleeves. Diego
wipes his eyes.
Indy looks back and watches the chemicals engulf the army. The
plane flys up behind Indy, keeping pace just over his head.
Diego and his men FIRE away. BULLETS WHIZ past Indy's head, as
he grabs the whell of the plane, climbing up into it. Diego and
his men fire furiously but it is futile. The plane flys into the
distnace. Diego yells something in spanish to his men and th
eentire heard slows to a halt.
DIEGO
(watching scornfully)
Let him go. We have what we came for.
Diego pulls the idol from his saddle, and cherishes it with his
eyes. Another victorious smile crosses his features. But.. he
notices... the golden shine is smudging. Diego wipes his golden
idol off... more and more... underneath it is SILVER!
DIEGO
No! No, it's...
(top of his lungs)
Senor Jones!
INT/EXT. CROPDUSTER
Indy settles back in his seat, aching, out of breath. he pulls
the REAL IDOL from his robe.
INDY
Like I said... every move.
The Asian man pilots the plane.
ASIAN MAN
That last move was close. Too close.
INDY
Do you know how long's its been since I've held this?
ASIAN MAN
Too long, I'm sure.
INDY
I traced it everywhere. Marrakech. Abu Dhabi.
Singapore. But it was in Mexico. I knew it was in
Mexico.
ASIAN MAN
You're right on schedule too. Should be able to make
the big event by the skin of your teeth.
Indy reaches down pulling out his fedora and carefully donning
it. He leans forward patting the Asian Man on the back.
INDY
You done good today, Short Round. You done good.
Just then, the Asian man dons an old, worn-out New York Yankees
baseball cap.
SHORT ROUND
Learned from the best.
INDY
Guess we'll be going out seperate ways after London?
SHORT ROUND
Looks like it. I wish I could be there for you, but I
have to get back to my family.
INDY
It's alright, I still owe you one. Fly us outta here,
Shorty.
SHORT ROUND
You got it, Dr. Jones.
The plane flies into the distance.
EXT. CROPDUSTER -- FLYING -- SUNSET
This IMAGE is SUPERIMPOSED over a MAP that follows the small
planes's course from the middle of Mexico to London, England. We
SEE SUPERIMPOSED, Indy and Shorty shaking hands on an airfield.
The IMAGE becomes a commercial plane and the map follows the
plane to Paris, France. The plans lands safely on a runway.
EXT. PARIS -- ESTABLISHING -- NOON
Paris, 1946, truly is a romantic sight. The Eiffel Tower in the
distance... the buildings crowded over thin, twisting roadways
like ominous cliffs.
EXT. PARIS -- CHARLES DE GAULLE AIRPORT
Indy, now shaven and dressed in an incredibly wrinkled suit,
exits the airports terminal and carries his baggage to the curb.
He throws his arm out to hail a cab.
A QUICK CUT of a gloved hand being shoved into Indy's back.
The shove jolts Indy as he hears a VOICE...
VOICE
(a german accent)
I vouldn't move if I vere you. I vouldn't even
breathe.
Indy slowly puts his arms in the air. A beat.
INDY
What do you want?
VOICE You, Professor Jones.