Indy, Vito, and Max are getting on an airline flight to Dhaka, Bangladesh.

Vito: It will be a long flight Dr. Jones, would you like something to read?

Indy: Na, Just wake me when we get there!

Indy puts his hat over his eyes and rests while we see the plane superimposed over a map of the world while a red line representing the plane's trail is being drawn. The plane leaves from New York goes to London, then to Rome, then Dhaka, and finally by car to a small, poor, unmarked village near the jungle covered coast of Bangladesh. The three stop there for supplies before they head into the jungle. Vito and Max are going in a store for some things but Indy is waiting outside.

Vito: Mr. Indiana, this will be our last civilized stop for a couple days. Wouldn't you like to get a few things?

Indy: Thank you but I prefer to travel light.

Vito: As you wish.

Max: It'll be a bloody hard trek mate. Ha ha.

Max and Vito go in the store while Indy waits outside on a bench. Next to him is a boy about 10 years old who is stirring a coke bottle with a straw.

Boy: Hello sir. Are you Americans?

Indy: Yes. You?

Boy: No sir. England.

Indy: Why do you keep stirring that coke?

Boy: It has lost all it's fiz.

Indy: Let me see that.

Indy takes it and shakes it up real good making it fizzy.

Indy: There try it shaken not stirred! What's your name son?

Boy: Bond sir. James Bond.

Just then the boy's parents come for him.

James's dad: Come son.

Indy looks off to the side and sees a group of people listing to someone talking in a small open tent. He looks through the crowd and sees a small group of Nazis! They seem to be spreading there propaganda to the locals through pamphlets.

Vito and Max come out of the store with a backpack full of stuff each.

Vito: Is everything O.K.?

Indy: Nazis. They seem to pop up everywhere.

Max: What do they want here?

Indy: I guess there tiring to recruit more followers.

Vito: These guys can be dangerous. You don't think they'll cause any trouble do you?

Indy: I didn't come here to fight them. We better get going.

Just then a local old crazy looking man comes up to them who can barely speak English.

Old man: Don't go in deep jungle. Those burning green eyes….if you see them…. you die! Don't go! Please don't go!

Indy: Thank you for the warning.

Max: What do ya make of his warning?

Indy: Probably delirious. All your jungle critters have green eyes!

Vito: Let's move on. We have a long way to go. Max, you lead the way.

Max: Right mate. I'll lead.