INT. HOTEL HALLWAY -- THE FIGHT
Indy struggles for release, but the bellhop holds him under the
water.
Beneath the water, Indy's hand reaches into his pocket,
extracting the spearhead. He stabs it up into the bellhop's
chest. The Bellhop hollars, rolling off Indy. Indy spins around
pinning the Bellhop beneath the water. He flails until
finally... he goes limp. Indy breathes heavily. He pauses.
Thinks a moment... and reaches down into the Bellhops, pocket,
extracting a wad of money (his tip from earlier).
INDY
Bad service here...
(a thought)
Marion!
He hops up, sopping wet, and sprints off.
INT. HONEYMOON SUITE
Indy storms inside.
INDY
Marion!
But there is no sign of Marion. Instead, sitting leaned back on
the bed with his legs crossed, and smoking a cigar is the
diabolical man who first knocked on Marion's door. The vile, and
putrid DR. JOSEF MENGELE. Standing on either side of the bed are
two goons. They aim their pistols at Indy, who halts his forward
movement.
MENGELE
Excellent wedding cigars you have.
INDY
(pause; demanding)
Where's Marion!?
MENGELE
With a mutual friend. My employer.
INDY
What have you done with her!?
MENGELE
She's safe Herr Jones. It is you who will determine
whether she remains so.
INDY
(beat)
Who are you? How do you know who I am?
MENGELE
I think you know who I am. Or at least... who I work
for.
Indy starts to move forward.
INDY
I don't know you, pal. What's more I don't care.
What I do care about, is where Marion is.
The goons tighten up their aim on Indy. He senses it, and halts
again.
MENGELE
Who I am, is a complicated thing. To read my
passport, you would see I am Wolfgang Gerhard, of
Brazil. What my passport doesn't read, is that in
actuality... I am Dr. Josef Mengele, of Germany.
Indy's eyes open wide. Anger wells up from within him. He now
knows who the man is, and more importantly... what he is.
INDY
Nazis... What does it take to get rid of you guys?
Silver Bullets?
MENGELE
(smiles)
We're not monsters, Dr. Jones.
INDY
I'd say Nuremburg found to the contray.
Dr. Mengele's smile is instantly replaced with a look of
annoyance and anger.
INDY
Course you wouldn't know. You managed to escape
Berlin before the allies stormed. Fled the fatherland
like a true coward.
MENGELE
You have heard of me.
INDY
I've heard of you Dr. Mengele. Former Chief of the
medical division at Auschwitz. Experimental
operations surgeon. A Nazi war criminal, and of
course... a complete psychopath known to his men by
his nickname... "The Angel of Death."
MENGELE
You certainly know your history, Professor Jones. Of
course, if this were not so, I would not be here.
INDY
What?
MENGELE
Me and my... employer, require your great knowledge
and fortune-hunting skills to assist us in a most
pressing matter.
INDY
Assist you? Like I said... a psychopath.
MENGELE
See, Professor Jones, here's the part where you begin
determing the fate of your future bride. I thought we
had been through this?
Indy takes a deep gulp. The hairs on the back of his neck stand.
He now realizes the game they're playing.
MENGELE
So I think you should sit down, and we'll talk. One
doctor to another.
Indy doesn't sit.
INDY
You call yourself a doctor?
MENGELE
(asking kindly)
Please. Sit down.
INDY
You're a twisted Nazi who performed atrocious
experiments on innocent people! You did it for your
own pleasure! You--
MENGELE
(angrily cutting in)
Yes it seems most doctor's expertise lie in the
prevention of pain, while mine own lie in the creation
of it! If you heard stories about what I did in those
camps, then let me assure you they will not even
compare to what I will do to your pretty bride if you
do not cooperate. Now SIT DOWN!
A goon pulls over a nearby chair. Indy reluctantly complies.
Mengele smiles, pressing his cigar into his palm... putting it
out. He SIGHS with pleasure. Inday cringes.
One of the goons looks away... disgusted by Mengele.
MENGELE
You mentioned Nuremburg. You may have read in the
paper about the trials. A complete travesty of
justice. Nevertheless, they have caused a slight halt
in the our crusade for a new world order.
INDY
A "slight halt?" I'd say the days of the Third Reich
are over.
Mengele smiles. He begins to chuckle and eventually laugh. The
other goons laugh along. Indy looks on, confused.
MENGELE
(composing himself)
I couldn't agree with you more, Dr. Jones.
(beat)
We came to this conference for two reasons. The
first, was to retrieve something from the late
Monsieur Gedde. The second... was to retrieve you.
INDY
I'd never help the Nazis.
MENGELE
Of course you wouldn't. That is why we have our
business arrangement. Your expertise... for the life
of your bride. Quite simple. You see, in the past
the Third Reich had some trouble in attaining it's
goals. That trouble, in a word, was you. But that is
water under the bridge. I say we start anew, and this
time, our side will employ the best hunter before the
hunt even begins.
(beat; serious)
You will work for us, Dr. Jones.
INDY
I'm retired.
MENGELE
...Not today.
The bellhop assassin walks into the room, holding his wound. He
steps forward and punches Indy angrily across the face. Indy
wants to strike back, but the goons have their aim on him.
The bellhop presents Mengele with the spearhead Indy stabbed him
with.
BELLHOP
Herr Mengele. Ich habe es gefunden.
Mengele takes it.
MENGELE
Einfach Spitze!
(beat; admiring it)
Rest in piece, Herr Gedde.
INDY
It's a lead isn't it. To the Scrolls of the Dead?
Mengele continues to look at the spearhead.
MENGELE
Now that you're working for us, Dr. Jones. You can
begin be translating it's inscription.
INDY
Gedde tried to convince me to join his expedition by
tempting me with that thing. But I can't translate
it. It's just a hunk of rock.
Mengele smiles, turning to Indy. Unlike Diego, he can spot a
fake.
MENGELE
We have found the Spear of Life Dr. Jones.
INDY
(a twitch; interested)
...you have?
MENGELE
Yes, but to use it properly, we need the scrolls.
First. You will translate the location. Secondly,
you will attain the scrolls at this location.
Thirdly, you will rendezvouz with us in Brazil, with
the scrolls. That is what you must do.
Mengele smiles, placing the spearhead on the table next to Indy.
MENGELE
I wish you the best of luck Dr. Jones.
Mengele turns, grabbing his hat. He and his goons head for the
door.
INDY
What? That's it?
MENGELE
We have your Marion. What more need you know?
INDY
I could go to the authorities.
MENGELE
And tell them what? There are Nazis... here in
Paris?! That is ludicrous. Besides, one false move
and your honemoon will be in the morgue. Now if I
were you, I would get translating.
(beat; dons hat)
Until we meet again, Herr Jones. Auf Wiedersehen.
The door shuts, leaving Indy stunned. He grabs the spearhead off
the endtable. He holds it up, looking at it, then focuses his
gaze into the ditance. A beat.
INDY
(definitive; determined) ...Scotland
Indy struggles for release, but the bellhop holds him under the
water.
Beneath the water, Indy's hand reaches into his pocket,
extracting the spearhead. He stabs it up into the bellhop's
chest. The Bellhop hollars, rolling off Indy. Indy spins around
pinning the Bellhop beneath the water. He flails until
finally... he goes limp. Indy breathes heavily. He pauses.
Thinks a moment... and reaches down into the Bellhops, pocket,
extracting a wad of money (his tip from earlier).
INDY
Bad service here...
(a thought)
Marion!
He hops up, sopping wet, and sprints off.
INT. HONEYMOON SUITE
Indy storms inside.
INDY
Marion!
But there is no sign of Marion. Instead, sitting leaned back on
the bed with his legs crossed, and smoking a cigar is the
diabolical man who first knocked on Marion's door. The vile, and
putrid DR. JOSEF MENGELE. Standing on either side of the bed are
two goons. They aim their pistols at Indy, who halts his forward
movement.
MENGELE
Excellent wedding cigars you have.
INDY
(pause; demanding)
Where's Marion!?
MENGELE
With a mutual friend. My employer.
INDY
What have you done with her!?
MENGELE
She's safe Herr Jones. It is you who will determine
whether she remains so.
INDY
(beat)
Who are you? How do you know who I am?
MENGELE
I think you know who I am. Or at least... who I work
for.
Indy starts to move forward.
INDY
I don't know you, pal. What's more I don't care.
What I do care about, is where Marion is.
The goons tighten up their aim on Indy. He senses it, and halts
again.
MENGELE
Who I am, is a complicated thing. To read my
passport, you would see I am Wolfgang Gerhard, of
Brazil. What my passport doesn't read, is that in
actuality... I am Dr. Josef Mengele, of Germany.
Indy's eyes open wide. Anger wells up from within him. He now
knows who the man is, and more importantly... what he is.
INDY
Nazis... What does it take to get rid of you guys?
Silver Bullets?
MENGELE
(smiles)
We're not monsters, Dr. Jones.
INDY
I'd say Nuremburg found to the contray.
Dr. Mengele's smile is instantly replaced with a look of
annoyance and anger.
INDY
Course you wouldn't know. You managed to escape
Berlin before the allies stormed. Fled the fatherland
like a true coward.
MENGELE
You have heard of me.
INDY
I've heard of you Dr. Mengele. Former Chief of the
medical division at Auschwitz. Experimental
operations surgeon. A Nazi war criminal, and of
course... a complete psychopath known to his men by
his nickname... "The Angel of Death."
MENGELE
You certainly know your history, Professor Jones. Of
course, if this were not so, I would not be here.
INDY
What?
MENGELE
Me and my... employer, require your great knowledge
and fortune-hunting skills to assist us in a most
pressing matter.
INDY
Assist you? Like I said... a psychopath.
MENGELE
See, Professor Jones, here's the part where you begin
determing the fate of your future bride. I thought we
had been through this?
Indy takes a deep gulp. The hairs on the back of his neck stand.
He now realizes the game they're playing.
MENGELE
So I think you should sit down, and we'll talk. One
doctor to another.
Indy doesn't sit.
INDY
You call yourself a doctor?
MENGELE
(asking kindly)
Please. Sit down.
INDY
You're a twisted Nazi who performed atrocious
experiments on innocent people! You did it for your
own pleasure! You--
MENGELE
(angrily cutting in)
Yes it seems most doctor's expertise lie in the
prevention of pain, while mine own lie in the creation
of it! If you heard stories about what I did in those
camps, then let me assure you they will not even
compare to what I will do to your pretty bride if you
do not cooperate. Now SIT DOWN!
A goon pulls over a nearby chair. Indy reluctantly complies.
Mengele smiles, pressing his cigar into his palm... putting it
out. He SIGHS with pleasure. Inday cringes.
One of the goons looks away... disgusted by Mengele.
MENGELE
You mentioned Nuremburg. You may have read in the
paper about the trials. A complete travesty of
justice. Nevertheless, they have caused a slight halt
in the our crusade for a new world order.
INDY
A "slight halt?" I'd say the days of the Third Reich
are over.
Mengele smiles. He begins to chuckle and eventually laugh. The
other goons laugh along. Indy looks on, confused.
MENGELE
(composing himself)
I couldn't agree with you more, Dr. Jones.
(beat)
We came to this conference for two reasons. The
first, was to retrieve something from the late
Monsieur Gedde. The second... was to retrieve you.
INDY
I'd never help the Nazis.
MENGELE
Of course you wouldn't. That is why we have our
business arrangement. Your expertise... for the life
of your bride. Quite simple. You see, in the past
the Third Reich had some trouble in attaining it's
goals. That trouble, in a word, was you. But that is
water under the bridge. I say we start anew, and this
time, our side will employ the best hunter before the
hunt even begins.
(beat; serious)
You will work for us, Dr. Jones.
INDY
I'm retired.
MENGELE
...Not today.
The bellhop assassin walks into the room, holding his wound. He
steps forward and punches Indy angrily across the face. Indy
wants to strike back, but the goons have their aim on him.
The bellhop presents Mengele with the spearhead Indy stabbed him
with.
BELLHOP
Herr Mengele. Ich habe es gefunden.
Mengele takes it.
MENGELE
Einfach Spitze!
(beat; admiring it)
Rest in piece, Herr Gedde.
INDY
It's a lead isn't it. To the Scrolls of the Dead?
Mengele continues to look at the spearhead.
MENGELE
Now that you're working for us, Dr. Jones. You can
begin be translating it's inscription.
INDY
Gedde tried to convince me to join his expedition by
tempting me with that thing. But I can't translate
it. It's just a hunk of rock.
Mengele smiles, turning to Indy. Unlike Diego, he can spot a
fake.
MENGELE
We have found the Spear of Life Dr. Jones.
INDY
(a twitch; interested)
...you have?
MENGELE
Yes, but to use it properly, we need the scrolls.
First. You will translate the location. Secondly,
you will attain the scrolls at this location.
Thirdly, you will rendezvouz with us in Brazil, with
the scrolls. That is what you must do.
Mengele smiles, placing the spearhead on the table next to Indy.
MENGELE
I wish you the best of luck Dr. Jones.
Mengele turns, grabbing his hat. He and his goons head for the
door.
INDY
What? That's it?
MENGELE
We have your Marion. What more need you know?
INDY
I could go to the authorities.
MENGELE
And tell them what? There are Nazis... here in
Paris?! That is ludicrous. Besides, one false move
and your honemoon will be in the morgue. Now if I
were you, I would get translating.
(beat; dons hat)
Until we meet again, Herr Jones. Auf Wiedersehen.
The door shuts, leaving Indy stunned. He grabs the spearhead off
the endtable. He holds it up, looking at it, then focuses his
gaze into the ditance. A beat.
INDY
(definitive; determined) ...Scotland