INDY
(weakly)
Marion...
SOME AMOUNT OF TIME LATER
Everything is black. But wait... We HEAR the sound of SHOVELING
FADE IN. A shovel digs through the dirt. It grows closer and
closer until a THWACK, as it strikes the casket. THWACK, THWACK!
With a final CRUNCH, the casket lid is pried off, revealing
MacGregor standing above, holding a shovel and torch.
MACGREGOR
I told ya sir, to be careful!
Indy reaches up, covered in dirt. MacGregor takes his hand,
pulling him out of the casket. Indy kicks, pulling himself up
onto steady ground. Falling to his knees, Indy COUGHS.
MACGREGOR
Thought I'd check on ya. That's when I saw your best
friend... digging at the earth.
Indy's breathing dies. He looks over to see the husky, sitting,
panting playfully.
INDY
(over breathing; trying to reprimand)
Where the hell were you earlier?
The husky WHIMPERS, lowering its head. Indy stands as him and
MacGregor scan for signs of others.
MACGREGOR
We must move fast. They'll come soon.
INDY'S POV -- A figure moves behind a tree. Another behind a
tomb. We hear a loud HIGH-PITCHED SQUEEL. Some kind of bone-
chilling SOUND coming from the robed figures.
INDY
Real soon.
Indy and MacGregor make for MacGregor's nearby wagon. Another
figure appears from behind a tomb with a SQUEEL. Seeing it,
Indy's dog turns tail, YELPING, running for cover behind a
tombstone.
MACGREGOR
Stand back, demons!
MacGregor waves his torch at another figure behind a tree near
the wagon. Indy hops up on the wagon.
INDY
C'mon, let's go!
MacGregor climbs aboard, as Indy takes the reigns.
INDY
Hyaa!
With a SNAP of the reigns, the horses take off, pulling the wagon
along. Indy looks... all around the wagon, GLIMPSES of robes can
be seen moving in the night behind trees everywhere... Then... a
helpless BARK. Indy turns... the husky!
The husky runs at full speed, BARKING after the wagon. Indy
hands the reigns to MacGregor.
INDY
Slow us down!
MACGREGOR
Slow down?--We can't!
INDY
We have to...
The husky runs at full speed.
Indy climbs into the back, stepping through the hay. At the
rear, he slowly strains... reaching out the back of the wagon
towards his dog. The husky BARKS.
WITH A HIGH-PITCHED SQUEEL, A ROBED DRUID SUDDENLY APPEARS FROM
THE HAY BEHIND INDY, their gloved hands grabbing his neck,
strangling him. Indy grimaces, trying to elbow the intruder.
The husky barks up at the wagon, keeping pace behind it.
Slowly, Indy pulls the Druid's arm from his neck, turning. BAM,
a punch to the druid's hidden features. BAM. BAM. Grabbing the
robe, Indy hurls the Druid, who falls out the back.
WIDER
The wagon comes around a bend. The Druid drags behind, holding
on tightly... hay spilling over them. The husky barks loudly,
running at full force... right up the Druid's back into the
wagon... promptly hiding within the hay.
Indy kicks at the Druid with his foot. The intruder doesn't let
go. It reaches up, grabbing Indy's leg firmly. Indy tries to
shake them, finally leaning forward, grabbing their wrist and
grudgingly pulling their hand from his leg. Suddenly, the GLOVE
SLIPS and Indy falls back into the hay... the Druid's glove in
his hand. Indy now sees his real foe... a half-rotten, partially
skeletal hand reaching for him. Indy's eyes open wide. His jaw
drops. In terror, BAM! One final kick to the "Druid" sends him
flying into the night.
Indy is left, in shock. He looks at the glove in his hand,
tossing it out of the wagon in disgust.
WIDER -- A FEW MOMENTS LATER
Indy slowly pulls himself up front next to MacGregor as the wagon
rounds another bend.
IN THE WAGON
Indy holds his aching side, grimacing.
MACGREGOR
We can't go back, sir. They've seen you now... and
you them.
INDY
You saved me back there.
MACGREGOR
I'm a grave digger, son. Just doing my job.
(a beat)
D'ya find what you were looking for Mister...?
INDY
Jones.
(beat)
No, I didn't.
MACGREGOR
Well you can't go back. And believe me when I tell ya
that, Mr. Jones.
Indy contemplates this, holding his side in pain. He'll have to
think of something else. A pause. He looks to MacGregor.
INDY
Please... my friends call me Indy.
Indy offers his hand. MacGregor shakes.
CLOSE ON HANDSHAKE
It is still night as we PULL BACK from their handshake to see
Indy and MacGregor are now on a small airfield by Indy's plane of
departure. Indy tips his hat, stepping away with the husky as
we:
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. PLANE -- FLYING -- NIGHT
A SUPERIMPOSED MAP traces the plane's path from Scotland to the
outer edge of the Amazon in Brazil.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. EDGE OF THE JUNGLE -- BUSHMEN'S AIRFIELD -- DAY
A plane lands on a flattened grass runway, here at the edge of
the Amazon. The plane slows to a stop at the crude and primitive
airport. A small shack and flat grass is about you'll find in
this clearing.
The plane taxies over to a group of three parked crafts. Indy
descends the stairs of one of the parked vessels, a duffle bag in
hand and his husky trailing behind. Indy stops. Not much to
see. Loud locals SHOUT OFFERS at other travelers and cargo
pilots unloading their planes.
A QUICK CUT of a hand being shoved into Indy's back.
The shove jolts Indy.
MENGELE
I wouldn't move if I were you. I wouldn't even
breathe.
INDY
I've got the scrolls.
Indy turns to face Mengele and several other Nazis in suits...
holding guns inconspicuously trained on Indy.
MENGELE
Take his bag.
One of the Nazis grabs the bag from Indy, handing it to Mengele.
MENGELE
I knew you wouldn't let us down.
INDY
Take me to Marion right now.
MENGELE
We are at the jungle's edge Dr. Jones. Out here there
is no law... there is only me... and no one to save
you.
VOICE
Indiana Jones!
Indy, Mengele and the Nazis turn to the voice. It is Rudger
Bishop! Now dressed immaculately in dorky tan shorts and a pith
helmet, Rudger looks thin and quite out of place when not in a
tux... He walks closer.
MENGELE
(quietly to Indy)
Competitor of yours?
INDY
Rudger Bishop--an innocent kid. He isn't worth your
time.
MENGELE
Talk to him. Make him leave, and he'll remain
unharmed.
They keep their guns to Indy's back.
BISHOP
Dr. Jones! What brings you to Brazil? It wouldn't be
the Spear of Life, I hope?
INDY
Hello Rudger. How are you?
BISHOP
(insinuating)
Not so well I'm afraid. I had to take lead of
Monsieur Gedde's project, after he was found dead in
his hotel room. Had you heard about that?
INDY
In his room, really? I hadn't heard that.
BISHOP
He was uh, murdered the night of the conference. All
our research on the Spear stolen. I believe the same
night you left Paris if I'm not mistaken. You should
probably know the French police would love a word with
you.
MENGELE
Professor Jones. You really must get going.
BISHOP
And who are you?
INDY
Rudger, I think you should be on your way now.
BISHOP
What's the rush? Off to find the Spear?
INDY
If you know what's good for you, you'll leave.
BISHOP
Don't bark at me, I'll do as I please.
INDY
You talk too much Rudger. Just get out of here!
BISHOP
(walks closer)
No! I want to know who these chaps are. And I want
to know what a retired Professor is doing in Brazil!?
SMASH! A Nazi slams Rudger over the head with his gun, knocking
the poor sap unconscious. Indy turns to Mengele, furious.
Another Nazi holds their gun on Indy.
MENGELE
(to unconscious Rudger)
He is risen from the grave, my unfortunate friend.
(looking at Indy; to his men)
Put them both on the balloons.
Two Nazi's quickly pick up Rudger. A plane takes off down the
runway, revealing... TWO LARGE HOT-AIR BALLOONS. Indy only now
notices them. Mengele smiles.
MENGELE
Off we go... to the heart of the Amazon.
Indy looks up at the large balloons, apprehensive.
CUT TO:
EXT. EDGE OF THE JUNGLE -- A BIT LATER
The hot-air balloons slowly rise off the ground. Their trek has begun.
(weakly)
Marion...
SOME AMOUNT OF TIME LATER
Everything is black. But wait... We HEAR the sound of SHOVELING
FADE IN. A shovel digs through the dirt. It grows closer and
closer until a THWACK, as it strikes the casket. THWACK, THWACK!
With a final CRUNCH, the casket lid is pried off, revealing
MacGregor standing above, holding a shovel and torch.
MACGREGOR
I told ya sir, to be careful!
Indy reaches up, covered in dirt. MacGregor takes his hand,
pulling him out of the casket. Indy kicks, pulling himself up
onto steady ground. Falling to his knees, Indy COUGHS.
MACGREGOR
Thought I'd check on ya. That's when I saw your best
friend... digging at the earth.
Indy's breathing dies. He looks over to see the husky, sitting,
panting playfully.
INDY
(over breathing; trying to reprimand)
Where the hell were you earlier?
The husky WHIMPERS, lowering its head. Indy stands as him and
MacGregor scan for signs of others.
MACGREGOR
We must move fast. They'll come soon.
INDY'S POV -- A figure moves behind a tree. Another behind a
tomb. We hear a loud HIGH-PITCHED SQUEEL. Some kind of bone-
chilling SOUND coming from the robed figures.
INDY
Real soon.
Indy and MacGregor make for MacGregor's nearby wagon. Another
figure appears from behind a tomb with a SQUEEL. Seeing it,
Indy's dog turns tail, YELPING, running for cover behind a
tombstone.
MACGREGOR
Stand back, demons!
MacGregor waves his torch at another figure behind a tree near
the wagon. Indy hops up on the wagon.
INDY
C'mon, let's go!
MacGregor climbs aboard, as Indy takes the reigns.
INDY
Hyaa!
With a SNAP of the reigns, the horses take off, pulling the wagon
along. Indy looks... all around the wagon, GLIMPSES of robes can
be seen moving in the night behind trees everywhere... Then... a
helpless BARK. Indy turns... the husky!
The husky runs at full speed, BARKING after the wagon. Indy
hands the reigns to MacGregor.
INDY
Slow us down!
MACGREGOR
Slow down?--We can't!
INDY
We have to...
The husky runs at full speed.
Indy climbs into the back, stepping through the hay. At the
rear, he slowly strains... reaching out the back of the wagon
towards his dog. The husky BARKS.
WITH A HIGH-PITCHED SQUEEL, A ROBED DRUID SUDDENLY APPEARS FROM
THE HAY BEHIND INDY, their gloved hands grabbing his neck,
strangling him. Indy grimaces, trying to elbow the intruder.
The husky barks up at the wagon, keeping pace behind it.
Slowly, Indy pulls the Druid's arm from his neck, turning. BAM,
a punch to the druid's hidden features. BAM. BAM. Grabbing the
robe, Indy hurls the Druid, who falls out the back.
WIDER
The wagon comes around a bend. The Druid drags behind, holding
on tightly... hay spilling over them. The husky barks loudly,
running at full force... right up the Druid's back into the
wagon... promptly hiding within the hay.
Indy kicks at the Druid with his foot. The intruder doesn't let
go. It reaches up, grabbing Indy's leg firmly. Indy tries to
shake them, finally leaning forward, grabbing their wrist and
grudgingly pulling their hand from his leg. Suddenly, the GLOVE
SLIPS and Indy falls back into the hay... the Druid's glove in
his hand. Indy now sees his real foe... a half-rotten, partially
skeletal hand reaching for him. Indy's eyes open wide. His jaw
drops. In terror, BAM! One final kick to the "Druid" sends him
flying into the night.
Indy is left, in shock. He looks at the glove in his hand,
tossing it out of the wagon in disgust.
WIDER -- A FEW MOMENTS LATER
Indy slowly pulls himself up front next to MacGregor as the wagon
rounds another bend.
IN THE WAGON
Indy holds his aching side, grimacing.
MACGREGOR
We can't go back, sir. They've seen you now... and
you them.
INDY
You saved me back there.
MACGREGOR
I'm a grave digger, son. Just doing my job.
(a beat)
D'ya find what you were looking for Mister...?
INDY
Jones.
(beat)
No, I didn't.
MACGREGOR
Well you can't go back. And believe me when I tell ya
that, Mr. Jones.
Indy contemplates this, holding his side in pain. He'll have to
think of something else. A pause. He looks to MacGregor.
INDY
Please... my friends call me Indy.
Indy offers his hand. MacGregor shakes.
CLOSE ON HANDSHAKE
It is still night as we PULL BACK from their handshake to see
Indy and MacGregor are now on a small airfield by Indy's plane of
departure. Indy tips his hat, stepping away with the husky as
we:
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. PLANE -- FLYING -- NIGHT
A SUPERIMPOSED MAP traces the plane's path from Scotland to the
outer edge of the Amazon in Brazil.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. EDGE OF THE JUNGLE -- BUSHMEN'S AIRFIELD -- DAY
A plane lands on a flattened grass runway, here at the edge of
the Amazon. The plane slows to a stop at the crude and primitive
airport. A small shack and flat grass is about you'll find in
this clearing.
The plane taxies over to a group of three parked crafts. Indy
descends the stairs of one of the parked vessels, a duffle bag in
hand and his husky trailing behind. Indy stops. Not much to
see. Loud locals SHOUT OFFERS at other travelers and cargo
pilots unloading their planes.
A QUICK CUT of a hand being shoved into Indy's back.
The shove jolts Indy.
MENGELE
I wouldn't move if I were you. I wouldn't even
breathe.
INDY
I've got the scrolls.
Indy turns to face Mengele and several other Nazis in suits...
holding guns inconspicuously trained on Indy.
MENGELE
Take his bag.
One of the Nazis grabs the bag from Indy, handing it to Mengele.
MENGELE
I knew you wouldn't let us down.
INDY
Take me to Marion right now.
MENGELE
We are at the jungle's edge Dr. Jones. Out here there
is no law... there is only me... and no one to save
you.
VOICE
Indiana Jones!
Indy, Mengele and the Nazis turn to the voice. It is Rudger
Bishop! Now dressed immaculately in dorky tan shorts and a pith
helmet, Rudger looks thin and quite out of place when not in a
tux... He walks closer.
MENGELE
(quietly to Indy)
Competitor of yours?
INDY
Rudger Bishop--an innocent kid. He isn't worth your
time.
MENGELE
Talk to him. Make him leave, and he'll remain
unharmed.
They keep their guns to Indy's back.
BISHOP
Dr. Jones! What brings you to Brazil? It wouldn't be
the Spear of Life, I hope?
INDY
Hello Rudger. How are you?
BISHOP
(insinuating)
Not so well I'm afraid. I had to take lead of
Monsieur Gedde's project, after he was found dead in
his hotel room. Had you heard about that?
INDY
In his room, really? I hadn't heard that.
BISHOP
He was uh, murdered the night of the conference. All
our research on the Spear stolen. I believe the same
night you left Paris if I'm not mistaken. You should
probably know the French police would love a word with
you.
MENGELE
Professor Jones. You really must get going.
BISHOP
And who are you?
INDY
Rudger, I think you should be on your way now.
BISHOP
What's the rush? Off to find the Spear?
INDY
If you know what's good for you, you'll leave.
BISHOP
Don't bark at me, I'll do as I please.
INDY
You talk too much Rudger. Just get out of here!
BISHOP
(walks closer)
No! I want to know who these chaps are. And I want
to know what a retired Professor is doing in Brazil!?
SMASH! A Nazi slams Rudger over the head with his gun, knocking
the poor sap unconscious. Indy turns to Mengele, furious.
Another Nazi holds their gun on Indy.
MENGELE
(to unconscious Rudger)
He is risen from the grave, my unfortunate friend.
(looking at Indy; to his men)
Put them both on the balloons.
Two Nazi's quickly pick up Rudger. A plane takes off down the
runway, revealing... TWO LARGE HOT-AIR BALLOONS. Indy only now
notices them. Mengele smiles.
MENGELE
Off we go... to the heart of the Amazon.
Indy looks up at the large balloons, apprehensive.
CUT TO:
EXT. EDGE OF THE JUNGLE -- A BIT LATER
The hot-air balloons slowly rise off the ground. Their trek has begun.