That night Indy shows up at the museum wearing a black tuxedo. Marcus is talking to a couple in the lobby when he sees Indy enter the room.
Marcus: (to the couple) Excuse me.
Marcus walks up to Indy.
Marcus: Hello Indy! Shall I show you the new exhibit?
Indy: Lead the way.
The two walk through the museum as they talk.
Marcus: This exhibit will be one of the best we've ever done here I think. I am confident we will see a lot of contributors after tonight's engagement.
They come to the end of a hall with two directions to choose from.
Indy: Which way?
Marcus: Ahh left I believe. Yes left.
Indy: So how many guests should we expect tonight?
Marcus: I invited around 100 or so….wait this isn't the way!
Indy: Don't you know where the exhibit is?
Marcus: Ah yes well you see, the excitement has made me lose my sense of direction I'm afraid.
Marcus sees a guard and asks him where the new exhibit is.
Marcus: (to Indy) I think this is the way!
Indy: I thought you knew this museum like the back of your hand!
Marcus: Just a minor error in judgment is all.
The two get to the exhibit room where the guests are all waiting. After a while of hob-knobbing, Indy is drinking champagne when he turns around and notices his father talking to another guy.
Indy: Dad?
Henry: Junior! What are you doing here?
Indy: I contributed to the exhibit. The sector of King Tiu. Why are you here?
Henry: Marcus invited me! I am a professor you know. So this you're doing hu boy?
Indy: Not quite just a couple pieces.
Henry: Well perhaps next time you'll do better.
Indy: (felling a little embarrassed and irritated but trying to smile) Right. Well I better get back to the guests.
Henry: Very well Junior. I won't hold you up.
Indy walks off and talks to Marcus
Indy: You didn't tell me my dad would be here.
Marcus: I'm sorry Indy…I must have forgot.
Indy: It's O.k.
Marcus: I really wish you'd talk things out with him. You barley have spoken to him in years.
Indy: You talk as if there's something to mend. He raised me until I was old enough to take care of myself. What more can one asks from a father.
Marcus: I guess I don't know.
Just then the man that was talking to Indy's dad comes up to Indy. He's about mid 40's and American with a slight Italian accent.
Man: Henry Jones Jr. I presume?
Indy: Yes. Everyone calls me Indiana.
Man: My apologies. My name is Vito Summers. I asked to speak with Henry Jones and was introduced to your father. There seemed to be a slight mix up!
Indy: I see. So was there something I could help you with?
Vito: I wonder if I could talk to you in private.