Indy slowly puts his arms in the air. A beat.
INDY
What do you want?
VOICE
You, Professor Jones.
INDY
You can't shoot. I'm expected. People will start
asking questions... start looking.
VOICE
Oh yes, I've heard. Your fiance is expecting you.
"Famed Playboy Indiana Jones" is getting married. You
know I vould kill to meet za woman zat tamed him.
INDY
Then why don't you shoot me?
VOICE
I've got a better idea...
The person grabs Indy's arm and spins him around. It's MARION
RAVENWOOD. She is as beautiful as ever in her tres cosmopolitan
french suit and hat.
MARION
...I'll kiss you.
They give each other an elated passionate kiss and a long,
overdue hug. Indy SIGHS with relief. It's been too long since
he hugged Marion.
INDY
You're a sight for sore eyes, Marion.
MARION
Ah Jones. Everything is "sore" when yer as old as
you.
INDY
No need to remind me
MARION
Wrap up all your "unfinished business."
Indy reaches into his bag and extracts the peruvian idol.
INDY
Want your wedding gift early?
MARION
(shocked)
You got it! Oh Indy! It was in Mexico. I knew you
were right.
Indy puts it back in his bag. The two walk along arm in arm.
INDY
Figured I'd show it off at the conference before
shipping it to the museum.
MARION
(playfully)
Dr. Jones, is that silly convention the only reason
you agreed to marry me in Paris?
INDY
Ah Ms. Ravenwood--I'm sorry... Mrs. Jones. You're the
only reason for that. Pleasure before business for
this doctor.
MARION
(turns to him; earnest)
And no more fieldwork, right Indy? Strictly teaching
now?
INDY
Strictly.
MARION
You're all mine?
INDY
One hundred percent.
Marion smiles, giving him a quick peck on the lips as she reaches
out hailing a passing cab.
MARION
(beat; smiles)
Come on, I'll buy you a drink... Mr. Ravenwood.
Indy smiles. They both step into the cab.
MARION
Things go smoothly in Mexico?
INDY
The usual.
CUT TO:
EXT. PARIS -- LUXURIOUS HOTEL -- LATER
The cab pulls away as Indy and Marion approach a very ritzy
hotel.
MARION
Just so turns out the Honeymoon Suit on the same fllor
as the archaeology conference.
INDY
(covering disinterest)
Sounds great.
MARION
Your father sent over his wedding-slash-retirement
gift. It's in the suite.
INDY
(again monotone)
I can't wait.
They enter through large glass doors.
INT. HOTEL LOBBY
The inside of the hotel is just as impressive as the outside.
Bellhops, guests, cabbies and shoe-shine boys litter this
spacious room.
MARION
You seem a little dazed Jones. Got the wedding
jitters?
INDY
Just worn out from the flight.
Indy stops by a row of newpaper vendors, most of them either old
men or young boys.
INDY
(to the vendor)
English New York Times, s'il vous plait.
Marion looks at him deeply. She knows what's bothering him.
MARION
You don't have to retire for me Indy. I've told you
that.
Indy finishes paying the vendor.
INDY
Merci beaucoup.
(beat; to Marion)
It's what I gotta do.
MARION
I mean it's not that you don't have your teaching and
it's not that I want you to be a bookworm... you can
still make your trips. It's just...
INDY
Marion. Getting back that idol was the last bit of
business I had to finish? It's all wrapped up. No
worries, we agreed.
Indy looks down at the paper.
INSERT -- NEW YORK TIMES
The headline reads: "Nuremburg Trials Come to a Close."
BACK TO SCENE
Marion gazes intently at Indy.
INDY
Everything's wrapped up.
Indy looks to Marion, and smiles widely. She eventually returns
the expression.
MARION
Let's go. Your father's gift awaits...
HOTEL HALLWAY -- LATER
A key is put into a door labeled "Mariage Suite."
INT. THE HONEYMOON SUITE
The door opens into a very decorative room. Immediately a rugged
HUSKY jumps up onto Indy. Indy is shocked clutching the dog.
Marion lagush and glasps her hands together with glee. The
Husky's tongue strokes Indy's face as its tail goes into
overtime.
MARION
You like him?
Indy cringes painfully, trying not to be licked.
INDY
"Like" just isn't the word.
Indy puts the dog down on the floor.
MARION
Your father says he's a spitting image of "Indiana."
He suggests you name this one "Henry."
INDY
(dryly)
Oh very cute. Dad always had thing for irony.
Marion takes her hat off, heading into the bedroom.
Indy sits down on the couch removing his fedora. Sitting
awkwardly in his suit like a ten-year old before chuch, Indy
stares at the Husky. Who sits... staring back at him. It's eyes
are young, innocent... adventurous. It's tongue hangs out the
side of it's mouth, slobbering like crazy on the floor.
INDY
(solemnly; to himself)
You do look like Indiana...
MARION
Your father says he's very well trained.
INDY
(to himself; skeptical)
Really...
(to the dog)
Beg.
Nothing
INDY
Play dead.
Again nothing.
INDY
Sit there, pant and drool on the floor.
(louder)
Marion, it's amazing!
There is a KNOCK at the door.
INDY
I'll get it!
(to the dog)
Stay. Stay... Good dog!
Indy walks to the front door and opens it. A young BELLHOP
stands outside. He carries a huge oversized fruit basket.
BELLHOP
Jones?
Indy take the basket.
INDY
That's me. Merci beaucoup.
The bellhops holds up his palm. Indy awkwardly sets the basket
down and looks around for some money... He rifles through his
own pockets, fishing for change... As he does, he looks down the
hall.
Down the hall across from the Honeymoon Suite... someone is watching. An eye peers through the mysteriously cracked open door of another guest.
INDY
What do you want?
VOICE
You, Professor Jones.
INDY
You can't shoot. I'm expected. People will start
asking questions... start looking.
VOICE
Oh yes, I've heard. Your fiance is expecting you.
"Famed Playboy Indiana Jones" is getting married. You
know I vould kill to meet za woman zat tamed him.
INDY
Then why don't you shoot me?
VOICE
I've got a better idea...
The person grabs Indy's arm and spins him around. It's MARION
RAVENWOOD. She is as beautiful as ever in her tres cosmopolitan
french suit and hat.
MARION
...I'll kiss you.
They give each other an elated passionate kiss and a long,
overdue hug. Indy SIGHS with relief. It's been too long since
he hugged Marion.
INDY
You're a sight for sore eyes, Marion.
MARION
Ah Jones. Everything is "sore" when yer as old as
you.
INDY
No need to remind me
MARION
Wrap up all your "unfinished business."
Indy reaches into his bag and extracts the peruvian idol.
INDY
Want your wedding gift early?
MARION
(shocked)
You got it! Oh Indy! It was in Mexico. I knew you
were right.
Indy puts it back in his bag. The two walk along arm in arm.
INDY
Figured I'd show it off at the conference before
shipping it to the museum.
MARION
(playfully)
Dr. Jones, is that silly convention the only reason
you agreed to marry me in Paris?
INDY
Ah Ms. Ravenwood--I'm sorry... Mrs. Jones. You're the
only reason for that. Pleasure before business for
this doctor.
MARION
(turns to him; earnest)
And no more fieldwork, right Indy? Strictly teaching
now?
INDY
Strictly.
MARION
You're all mine?
INDY
One hundred percent.
Marion smiles, giving him a quick peck on the lips as she reaches
out hailing a passing cab.
MARION
(beat; smiles)
Come on, I'll buy you a drink... Mr. Ravenwood.
Indy smiles. They both step into the cab.
MARION
Things go smoothly in Mexico?
INDY
The usual.
CUT TO:
EXT. PARIS -- LUXURIOUS HOTEL -- LATER
The cab pulls away as Indy and Marion approach a very ritzy
hotel.
MARION
Just so turns out the Honeymoon Suit on the same fllor
as the archaeology conference.
INDY
(covering disinterest)
Sounds great.
MARION
Your father sent over his wedding-slash-retirement
gift. It's in the suite.
INDY
(again monotone)
I can't wait.
They enter through large glass doors.
INT. HOTEL LOBBY
The inside of the hotel is just as impressive as the outside.
Bellhops, guests, cabbies and shoe-shine boys litter this
spacious room.
MARION
You seem a little dazed Jones. Got the wedding
jitters?
INDY
Just worn out from the flight.
Indy stops by a row of newpaper vendors, most of them either old
men or young boys.
INDY
(to the vendor)
English New York Times, s'il vous plait.
Marion looks at him deeply. She knows what's bothering him.
MARION
You don't have to retire for me Indy. I've told you
that.
Indy finishes paying the vendor.
INDY
Merci beaucoup.
(beat; to Marion)
It's what I gotta do.
MARION
I mean it's not that you don't have your teaching and
it's not that I want you to be a bookworm... you can
still make your trips. It's just...
INDY
Marion. Getting back that idol was the last bit of
business I had to finish? It's all wrapped up. No
worries, we agreed.
Indy looks down at the paper.
INSERT -- NEW YORK TIMES
The headline reads: "Nuremburg Trials Come to a Close."
BACK TO SCENE
Marion gazes intently at Indy.
INDY
Everything's wrapped up.
Indy looks to Marion, and smiles widely. She eventually returns
the expression.
MARION
Let's go. Your father's gift awaits...
HOTEL HALLWAY -- LATER
A key is put into a door labeled "Mariage Suite."
INT. THE HONEYMOON SUITE
The door opens into a very decorative room. Immediately a rugged
HUSKY jumps up onto Indy. Indy is shocked clutching the dog.
Marion lagush and glasps her hands together with glee. The
Husky's tongue strokes Indy's face as its tail goes into
overtime.
MARION
You like him?
Indy cringes painfully, trying not to be licked.
INDY
"Like" just isn't the word.
Indy puts the dog down on the floor.
MARION
Your father says he's a spitting image of "Indiana."
He suggests you name this one "Henry."
INDY
(dryly)
Oh very cute. Dad always had thing for irony.
Marion takes her hat off, heading into the bedroom.
Indy sits down on the couch removing his fedora. Sitting
awkwardly in his suit like a ten-year old before chuch, Indy
stares at the Husky. Who sits... staring back at him. It's eyes
are young, innocent... adventurous. It's tongue hangs out the
side of it's mouth, slobbering like crazy on the floor.
INDY
(solemnly; to himself)
You do look like Indiana...
MARION
Your father says he's very well trained.
INDY
(to himself; skeptical)
Really...
(to the dog)
Beg.
Nothing
INDY
Play dead.
Again nothing.
INDY
Sit there, pant and drool on the floor.
(louder)
Marion, it's amazing!
There is a KNOCK at the door.
INDY
I'll get it!
(to the dog)
Stay. Stay... Good dog!
Indy walks to the front door and opens it. A young BELLHOP
stands outside. He carries a huge oversized fruit basket.
BELLHOP
Jones?
Indy take the basket.
INDY
That's me. Merci beaucoup.
The bellhops holds up his palm. Indy awkwardly sets the basket
down and looks around for some money... He rifles through his
own pockets, fishing for change... As he does, he looks down the
hall.
Down the hall across from the Honeymoon Suite... someone is watching. An eye peers through the mysteriously cracked open door of another guest.