INT. HONEYMOON SUITE BEDROOM -- LATER
Indy sits on the edge of the bed. His jackets off. His tie's
loosesed. In the b.g. Marion, now in a sleeping gown, brushes
her hair in the adjacent bathroom.
MARION
Can you believe that Rudger Bishop guy? For christ's
sake, I've never seen anyone with their nose higher in
the air.
INDY
These are the dinner parties you're looking forward
to...
MARION
But suggesting you're too old! I don't care if he is
the "up-and-coming prodigy," in his dreams he knows
half as much as you! Age counts. Experience counts.
INDY
Where's the dog?
(WHISTLES)
Hey! Dog!
The dog runs into the room, trailing feathers from the half eaten
pillow in his mouth. Indy SIGHS LOUDLY, indicating the pillows
to Marion.
MARION
Ohhh God. Well don't worry... your Dad is paying for
the room.
INDY
He is?
(perks up; quietly to husky)
Good dog!
MARION
You gonna give him a name anytime soon?
INDY
Haven't given it much thought.
MARION
What's wrong with Henry, Henry?
Indy rolls his eyes.
INDY
I've grown to despise that name.
(beat; to the dog)
You don't wanna be called Henry do you? You don't
look like a Henry.
The dog tilts his head at Indy as Marion enters.
MARION
You're not the one who has to adopt your name. I'm
gonna be "Mrs. Indiana Jones." That just doesn't
sound very cosmopolitan ya know?
Indy pulls the broad spearhead out of his pocket, examining it
closely.
INDY
Cosmopolitan like Rudger Bishop?
MARION
Why is it... a woman adopts the man's name anyway?
Why can't you be "Mr. Ravenwood."
INSERT -- ON SPEARHEAD - There are indistinguishable marks all
over the relic.
INDY
Wouldn't work. When I hear that, I think of your
father.
MARION
Yeah?
(beat; thoughtful)
You know sometimes I wish Abner was here. To see you
retire. It would make him proud.
INDY
(still examining)
Ah, Aber'd still think I was a bum.
Marion pauses.
MARION
(dead serious)
Indy, you have to leave.
Indy looks him from his spearhead, brow furrowed in concern
INDY
Why?
MARION
(smiles)
Cuz I'm gonna try on the wedding dress, silly. If you
see me, it's back luck. So get lost!
Indy smiles, standing and moving to the front door OFF FRAME.
INDY
I'm gonna take a walk.
MARION
Okay, don't hurry back Jones!
INDY
Bad luck, I know...
We HEAR the DOOR SHUT, as Marion pulls a dress from the closet
holding it up to herself in the mirror, posing.
INT. HOTEL HALLWAY -- LATER
Everything is incredibly quiet now... as Indy lazily walks down
the hall, hands in his pockets, HUMMING. A bellhop pushes a cart
of luggage past Indy who nods hello.
INT. HONEYMOON SUITE
Throwing her hair back, Marion finishes putting on the gown. It
is white and gorgeous.
EXT. GEDDE'S ROOM -- ON DOOR
Indy's hand comes into FRAME knocking on the door. Strangely the
door was ajar and slowly CREAKS open. Indy steps inside.
INT. GEDDE'S ROOM
INDY
Monsieur Gedde? It's Professor Jones. Sorry to drop
in, but I... I translated the piece you gave me.
Indy slowly moves into the dark hotel room.
INDY
The translation is... fairly simple. I... I'm sorry
to say however that I still can't join your
expedition... as interesting as these... markings
are... I...
Indy stops at the cracked open bedroom door, a dull light seeping
out through the opening. Indy is cautious. Ready. He steps
inside.
INT. GEDDE'S ROOM
Indy turns to see Monsieur Gedde sitting at his desk, his back to
Indy. A turned-over lamp provides the only light.
INDY
I... hope I didn't disturb you.
No answer. Suddenly, Geddes wide-eyed head falls back and to the
side, facing Indy... revealing his SLIT THROAT. BLOOD POURS down
the frenchman's neck from the wound as his dead eyes stare at
Indy.
INDY
Jesus!
Indy runs to Gedde. Gedde slumps forward on his desk,
revealing... there on the wall across the desk... the sillouhette
of a figure (cast by the fallen lamp) holding up a KNIFE, ready
TO STRIKE.
Indy thinks fast! He QUICKLY BACKS UP, SMASHING into the
assasin. Indy spins to see the assasin is the bellhop he tipped
upon checkin!
The two engage in a struggle for the knife, which is thrown
aside. Indy grabs the bellhop and SOCKS him one good.
BELLHOP
(mumbles something german after being hit)
Indy's gaze freezes upon hearing... german. His shock makes him
vulnerable. The bellhop throws a hard punch. He then thows Indy
against the wall, strangling him. Indy regains control and spins
the bellhop around pinning him against the next portion of wall.
The bellhop does the same... spinning Indy around up against...
THE WINDOW! They CRASH THROUGH.
EXT. HOTEL LEDGE -- A MOMENT LATER
Indy falls catching the ledge just below the window. The bellhop
hangs on just beside him. They appear to be at least fifteen
stories up. A few feet over from Indy is the LARGE BANNER,
drooped down the hotel front, announcing the conference.
The bellhop puts an arm around Indy's neck, pulling him from the
ledge. After a moment of grimacing, Indy FALLS!!! catching the
large rectangular banner. The bellhop loses his grip on the
ledge and also FALLS, catching INdy's foot. The extra weight
TEARS THE BANNER'S LEFT SIDE LOOSE, causing the two to SWING DOWN
TOWARDS A LARGE WINDOW. Again, they CRASH THROUGH...
INT. HOTEL HALLWAY
...landing right into a LARGE INDOOR FOUNTAIN.
The two engage in a fist fight. The bellhop grabs INdy and holds
him under the water, suffocating him as we:
CUT TO:
INT. HONEYMOON SUITE -- MORNING
Marion continues to look herself over in the mirror, looking at
her watch just as there is a KNOCK at the door. She gets it.
ANOTHER ANGLE
on the door opening on a DIABOLICAL looking man who wears a
penguin tux, with white frizzled hair and beady eyes. He speaks
in a german accent.
DIABOLICAL
Marion Ravenwood?
MARION
Yes?
The german goons in hats and penguin tuxedos APPEAR at
Diabolical's sides with guns. Marion is shocked as the thugs
storm in grabbing her arms and forcing her back against the wall.
Marion struggles but is no match for the goons.
MARION
Get your god-damned hands off me! What are you...
what the hell is this?!
DIABOLICAL
Allow me to introduce... my employer.
He motions to the door. Marion looks.
Backlit in the doorway is the silouhette of the fat man in the
wheelchair--from the conference. Marion's eyes open wide. Her
jaw drops. About to undoubtedly utter "oh my god" we:
CUT TO:
INT. HOTEL HALLWAY -- THE FIGHT
Indy struggles for release, but the bellhop holds him under the water.
Indy sits on the edge of the bed. His jackets off. His tie's
loosesed. In the b.g. Marion, now in a sleeping gown, brushes
her hair in the adjacent bathroom.
MARION
Can you believe that Rudger Bishop guy? For christ's
sake, I've never seen anyone with their nose higher in
the air.
INDY
These are the dinner parties you're looking forward
to...
MARION
But suggesting you're too old! I don't care if he is
the "up-and-coming prodigy," in his dreams he knows
half as much as you! Age counts. Experience counts.
INDY
Where's the dog?
(WHISTLES)
Hey! Dog!
The dog runs into the room, trailing feathers from the half eaten
pillow in his mouth. Indy SIGHS LOUDLY, indicating the pillows
to Marion.
MARION
Ohhh God. Well don't worry... your Dad is paying for
the room.
INDY
He is?
(perks up; quietly to husky)
Good dog!
MARION
You gonna give him a name anytime soon?
INDY
Haven't given it much thought.
MARION
What's wrong with Henry, Henry?
Indy rolls his eyes.
INDY
I've grown to despise that name.
(beat; to the dog)
You don't wanna be called Henry do you? You don't
look like a Henry.
The dog tilts his head at Indy as Marion enters.
MARION
You're not the one who has to adopt your name. I'm
gonna be "Mrs. Indiana Jones." That just doesn't
sound very cosmopolitan ya know?
Indy pulls the broad spearhead out of his pocket, examining it
closely.
INDY
Cosmopolitan like Rudger Bishop?
MARION
Why is it... a woman adopts the man's name anyway?
Why can't you be "Mr. Ravenwood."
INSERT -- ON SPEARHEAD - There are indistinguishable marks all
over the relic.
INDY
Wouldn't work. When I hear that, I think of your
father.
MARION
Yeah?
(beat; thoughtful)
You know sometimes I wish Abner was here. To see you
retire. It would make him proud.
INDY
(still examining)
Ah, Aber'd still think I was a bum.
Marion pauses.
MARION
(dead serious)
Indy, you have to leave.
Indy looks him from his spearhead, brow furrowed in concern
INDY
Why?
MARION
(smiles)
Cuz I'm gonna try on the wedding dress, silly. If you
see me, it's back luck. So get lost!
Indy smiles, standing and moving to the front door OFF FRAME.
INDY
I'm gonna take a walk.
MARION
Okay, don't hurry back Jones!
INDY
Bad luck, I know...
We HEAR the DOOR SHUT, as Marion pulls a dress from the closet
holding it up to herself in the mirror, posing.
INT. HOTEL HALLWAY -- LATER
Everything is incredibly quiet now... as Indy lazily walks down
the hall, hands in his pockets, HUMMING. A bellhop pushes a cart
of luggage past Indy who nods hello.
INT. HONEYMOON SUITE
Throwing her hair back, Marion finishes putting on the gown. It
is white and gorgeous.
EXT. GEDDE'S ROOM -- ON DOOR
Indy's hand comes into FRAME knocking on the door. Strangely the
door was ajar and slowly CREAKS open. Indy steps inside.
INT. GEDDE'S ROOM
INDY
Monsieur Gedde? It's Professor Jones. Sorry to drop
in, but I... I translated the piece you gave me.
Indy slowly moves into the dark hotel room.
INDY
The translation is... fairly simple. I... I'm sorry
to say however that I still can't join your
expedition... as interesting as these... markings
are... I...
Indy stops at the cracked open bedroom door, a dull light seeping
out through the opening. Indy is cautious. Ready. He steps
inside.
INT. GEDDE'S ROOM
Indy turns to see Monsieur Gedde sitting at his desk, his back to
Indy. A turned-over lamp provides the only light.
INDY
I... hope I didn't disturb you.
No answer. Suddenly, Geddes wide-eyed head falls back and to the
side, facing Indy... revealing his SLIT THROAT. BLOOD POURS down
the frenchman's neck from the wound as his dead eyes stare at
Indy.
INDY
Jesus!
Indy runs to Gedde. Gedde slumps forward on his desk,
revealing... there on the wall across the desk... the sillouhette
of a figure (cast by the fallen lamp) holding up a KNIFE, ready
TO STRIKE.
Indy thinks fast! He QUICKLY BACKS UP, SMASHING into the
assasin. Indy spins to see the assasin is the bellhop he tipped
upon checkin!
The two engage in a struggle for the knife, which is thrown
aside. Indy grabs the bellhop and SOCKS him one good.
BELLHOP
(mumbles something german after being hit)
Indy's gaze freezes upon hearing... german. His shock makes him
vulnerable. The bellhop throws a hard punch. He then thows Indy
against the wall, strangling him. Indy regains control and spins
the bellhop around pinning him against the next portion of wall.
The bellhop does the same... spinning Indy around up against...
THE WINDOW! They CRASH THROUGH.
EXT. HOTEL LEDGE -- A MOMENT LATER
Indy falls catching the ledge just below the window. The bellhop
hangs on just beside him. They appear to be at least fifteen
stories up. A few feet over from Indy is the LARGE BANNER,
drooped down the hotel front, announcing the conference.
The bellhop puts an arm around Indy's neck, pulling him from the
ledge. After a moment of grimacing, Indy FALLS!!! catching the
large rectangular banner. The bellhop loses his grip on the
ledge and also FALLS, catching INdy's foot. The extra weight
TEARS THE BANNER'S LEFT SIDE LOOSE, causing the two to SWING DOWN
TOWARDS A LARGE WINDOW. Again, they CRASH THROUGH...
INT. HOTEL HALLWAY
...landing right into a LARGE INDOOR FOUNTAIN.
The two engage in a fist fight. The bellhop grabs INdy and holds
him under the water, suffocating him as we:
CUT TO:
INT. HONEYMOON SUITE -- MORNING
Marion continues to look herself over in the mirror, looking at
her watch just as there is a KNOCK at the door. She gets it.
ANOTHER ANGLE
on the door opening on a DIABOLICAL looking man who wears a
penguin tux, with white frizzled hair and beady eyes. He speaks
in a german accent.
DIABOLICAL
Marion Ravenwood?
MARION
Yes?
The german goons in hats and penguin tuxedos APPEAR at
Diabolical's sides with guns. Marion is shocked as the thugs
storm in grabbing her arms and forcing her back against the wall.
Marion struggles but is no match for the goons.
MARION
Get your god-damned hands off me! What are you...
what the hell is this?!
DIABOLICAL
Allow me to introduce... my employer.
He motions to the door. Marion looks.
Backlit in the doorway is the silouhette of the fat man in the
wheelchair--from the conference. Marion's eyes open wide. Her
jaw drops. About to undoubtedly utter "oh my god" we:
CUT TO:
INT. HOTEL HALLWAY -- THE FIGHT
Indy struggles for release, but the bellhop holds him under the water.