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Ext. Jungle near the port of Toamasina- day
Shot of a part of the jungle near a road next to a sign that says Toamasina dock, with an arrow pointing to the left.
Ext. port of Toamasina-day
Indy waits for the boat that Harold is on so he can greet him. The boat pulls into the dock and passengers begin to get off. A beautiful young woman gets off carrying a heavy suitcase and a parasol. She is just getting off the boat ramp when two children run by and accidentally knock her suitcase on the ground causing the contents to spill on the floor.
Woman: Oh my goodness!
Indy: Allow me to assist you.
Woman: Oh no thank you! That's not necessary.
Indy: I can't let you just handle this mess alone. I insist!
Woman: Well thank you.
The two star picking up her things and putting them in her case.
Woman: I'm not helpless you know.
Indy: Thought never crossed my mind. What's your name doll?
Woman: Doll? It's Miss Emerson.
Indy: My apologies. Let me carry your things for you.
Just than Harold comes up from behind Miss Emerson out of nowhere, and before Indy sees who it is, he hands him a bunch of travel boxes and bags.
Harold: Oh thank you. Now where do we find a taxi around here?
Indy sees that it is Harold and puts his bags on the ground.
Indy: Harold?
Harold: Indy! Why did you drop the bags for?
Indy: I was offering to carry Miss Emerson's suitcase not your stuff. Which come to think of it, does seem a little feminine?
Miss Emerson: That's because there my bags.
Indy gets a puzzled look on his face.
Miss Emerson: I'm sorry we haven't properly been introduced. I'm Abigail.
Indy: Indiana Jones. Abigail?!
Harold: Ah Indy, This is my fiancée.
Indy: I thought we agreed she was going to stay somewhere safe.
Harold: Actually we did. She however did not.
Abigail: I will not argue about this with you again Harold. I understand your concern for my well being but if anything is to happen to you I prefer it happen to me as well.
Indy: Spare me the romantic drama will ya!
Harold: (to Indy) Now perhaps you can see why she came. Sometimes she can be as stubborn as rocky ground, but she's as lovely as a rose wouldn't you say chap.
Indy: Yeah she's very lovely. Just like a rose. Hopefully she won't put any thorns in our trip.
Abigail: So how are we going to travel to where ever it is where going?
Indy: I've arranged for a car to take us. Here's our driver now.
The driver comes up to meet Indy
Driver: This way sir. You may put your things in the trunk.
Indy: Thanks.
Everyone gets in the car and the driver drives off.
Nearby at a bar is the mysterious man from the bus that Indy was on. He puts his drink down and watches what direction they head in. The man goes to a nearby payphone and dials the operator.
Mysterious Man: Yes I need to place a call to Whitby, England…I'll hold.
Int. inside of car- day
Indy and company are still riding in the car that is being driven by one of the locals. The road is quit bumpy as they go along.
Harold: About how far is it to the next village?
Driver: Probably about 20 or so miles.
Harold takes out his stop watch and winds it up.
Harold: I hope we can find this Garret Gasper soon. I'd like to have the ring actually in my hands by dinner time.
Indy: Something tells me it's not goanna be that easy.
Harold: And what you make you jump to that conclusion?
Indy: Trust me. I know how these things tend to go.
Abigail starts to feel cramped.
Abigail: It's kind of cramped in here.
Indy: The cars fine the way it is. It has plenty of room for everyone I invited.
Abigail: We'll I never!
Harold: Don't worry my dear, once he relaxes you'll really come to like him.
Indy: In that case I'm afraid she won't come to like me.
Harold: What are you talking about Indy?
Indy: This whole place is a danger zone. I don't plan to relax!
The car continues down the road getting closer to the next village.
Ext. outside of small village -day
After a while of driving the car with Indy and friends finally stops at the edge of a small poor town where many of the houses and made of wood and straw. The car stops and lets everyone out.
Driver: This is as far as I go. You can rent some horses and donkeys here, but otherwise you'll have to continue on foot. Good luck.
Indy, Harold, and Abigail walk through the town where people seem to give them looks.
Abigail: What are they looking at us for?
Indy: There not used to outsiders. We better watch ourselves.
A villager walks up to them.
Villager: (in Malagasy) hello can I help you? I am the chief among these people. Who might you be?
Abigail: What are they saying?
Harold: It sounds like some dialect of Malagasy.
Indy: Here let me try to talk to him. (To the chief in Malagasy) Hello I am Dr. Jones and these are my friends. We just want to know where we can find someone. His name is Garret Gasper. He's a peddler that travels around here. Do you know who I mean?
Chief Villager: Yes! Yes! I will take you to him for a price.
Abigail: Does he know where to find Garret?
Harold takes out his pocket watch and starts looking at it. Indy gives the chief some money. Chief acts as if he doesn't want the money but looks at aw at Harold's watch. The Chief says something only Indy can understand.
Indy: He says they only barter in this village. Our moneys no good here.
Harold: What can we do?
Indy: He says he likes your pocket watch!