INDIANA JONES IV

a.k.a. Indiana Jones and the Monkey King

a.k.a. Indiana Jones and the Garden of Life

A Screenplay by

Chris Columbus

FIRST DRAFT

2/10/95

UNDERWATER - CLOSE-UP: A brightly colored FLY, attached to a dangling,

fishing line. A large SALMON swims to the fly. The salmon EXAMINES the

fly, deciding whether or not to bite.

CAMERA PANS UPWARD, tracking the line and moving OUT OF THE WATER. We

PASS the crooked boards of a small ROWBOAT and continue to PAN UPWARD.

A MAN reclines in the boat. NAPPING. His hands gently grip a WOODEN

FISHING POLE. He is handsomely dressed in SPORTSMAN’S trousers and a

blazer. His green, tweed fishing hat is lowered OVER HIS FACE. Its

brim is filled with various types of TACKLE and BAIT.

It is DUSK. A warm, SUMMER evening. The boat rests on a calm lake,

surrounded by MOORS. Thick night FOG has begun to settle over the

entire area.

TITLE: SCOTLAND. 1937.

Suddenly, the man’s fishing line becomes TAUT. The wooden pole

BUCKLES. The man STIRS. He SITS UP, moving the hat from his face.

CAMERA DOLLIES FORWARD, into a CLOSE UP of the man. It is INDIANA

JONES. His face ANXIOUS... HOPEFUL... Indy begins to REEL in his

catch.

A VOICE interrupts. In the DISTANCE.

MACGOWAN (O.S.)

Doctor Jones!... Doctor Jones !...

Indy TURNS to the direction of the sound, still STRUGGLING with the

line.

INDIANA’S POV

Countless ORANGE FLAMES sparkle across the moors. The TORCHES are

being carried by several members of a small village. The VILLAGERS are

gathered behind a group of SIX POLICEMEN. The policemen are headed by

INSPECTOR ANGUS MACGOWAN, a plump, balding fellow, with a veiny,

bulbous nose, beady green eyes and a thick, curled red moustache.

MacGowan SHOUTS to Indy.

MACGOWAN

We need your assistance!

INDIANA

(struggling with the

fishing line)

C’mon, Mac... It’s the first bite

I’ve had all week...

MACGOWAN

Please... It’s very important!...

Indiana STRUGGLES a bit longer with the line. But his conscience

prevails and Indy DROPS the fishing pole. With a GRUMBLE, he ROWS back

to shore.

THE MOORS - SEVERAL MINUTES LATER

NIGHT has fallen. It is very DARK. A RELUCTANT Indiana has joined the

Inspector and the other Policemen. They LEAD the townspeople along the

foggy moors. Slowly, carefully, the villagers SEARCH... CREEPING...

their faces tense, many unable to hide their FEAR. A summer wind sends

an eeire HOWL whistling through the night air. Blue MOONLIGHT bathes

the moors, creating stark, frightening shadows.

An expression of ANGER and ANNOYANCE cover Indiana’s face. He GRUMBLES

to MacGowan.

INDIANA

Do you value our friendship, Mac?

MACGOWAN

More than me’ nightly pint.

INDIANA

Then this better not be some wild

goose chase...

MACGOWAN

T’ain’t wild geese we’re after,

Doctor Jones. You got me’ word on

that...

(sincere)

...and a MacGowan’s word is truer

than an angel’s kiss!

There is a sudden SCREAM! One of the villagers STUMBLES UPON

something. Everyone GATHERS around the villager.

A CORPSE lies before them. The body has a somewhat rubbery appearance,

as if all of its bones had been BROKEN. The man’s pale, greenish face

is FROZEN in a hideous grimace. Indiana and MacGowan STARE in shock.

The villagers WHISPER among themselves.

YOUNG MAN

Scotty Ferguson.

OLD WOMAN

He’s the eighth.

MAN

Just like the others...all his bones

busted...crushed...

OLD MAN

Whatever’s killin’ people around

here ain’t human.

WOMAN

(pointing OFFSCREEN)

It’s there! Again!

The woman SHOOTS FORWARD. The police and the townspeople are right

BEHIND her. A curious Indiana FOLLOWS.

The woman stops in a CLEARING. She is POINTING ahead. The villagers

SURROUND her. They STARE ahead, in the direction where the woman

points. Nearly a mile in the distance, WE SEE

AN ANCIENT SCOTTISH CASTLE.

An enormous, 16th CENTURY stone structure. Tall, forboding towers,

lined with menacing GARGOYLES, pierce the night sky. The castle

appears DESERTED. Its interior is completely DARK, save for a small,

flickering CANDLELIGHT. It burns from the castle’s UPSTAIRS WINDOW.

Indiana gives a QUESTIONING look to MacGowan. The Inpector points to

the castle’s upstairs window.

MACGOWAN

That light...only burns after a

murder’s been committed.

INDIANA

(nods, turning toward

the castle)

Let’s go.

The villagers STEP BACK. Eyes wide with FEAR. Murmers of ’Ain’t goin’

in there’, ’Nor I’, ’Got me a wife and kids’, are heard from the

TERRIFIED villagers. Indiana TURNS to MacGowan. Even the usually

sturdy Inspector is TREMBLING. But MacGowan turns to his men, FORCING

himself to be strong.

MACGOWAN

Well... Ahmmmm...that is what we’re

here for...eh, men?...ah...

(points to men)

Hennesey... Galbraith...

Bottomley... You’re comin’ with us.

As each man is called, the color LEAVES his face. The chosen policemen

RELUCTANTLY join the Inspector and Indiana, as they begin walking

TOWARD the castle. The remaining villagers and policemen STAY BEHIND.

WAITING. The elderly woman KISSES the crucifix that hangs from her

neck. She STARES at the departing men.

ELDERLY WOMAN

May God help them.

CUT TO:

THE CASTLE DOORS.

Two enormous wooden doors, covered with intricate CARVINGS of demons,

serpents and gargoyles, adorn the castle entrance. Indiana and the

police STAND before the doors. Indy GLANCES to the upstairs window.

The candle still FLICKERS.

A long, wooden bar, carved into the shape of a SERPENT, is fastened

through the metal door latches. It BLOCKS the castle entrance. Indy

and the Policemen GRAB HOLD of the bar. It is extremely HEAVY. Using

all of their strength, they manage to slide the bar OUT of the door

latches. It hits the ground with a THUD, rolling down the castle

stairs.

Indiana CLUTCHES the rusty, metal door handles. He PULLS. HARD. The

doors CREAK. GROAN. And slowly OPEN. A thick CLOUD OF DUST explodes

from inside of the castle. It BLOWS OUT all of the torches.

Behind the open doors, there is only TOTAL DARKNESS. Indiana ENTERS,

holding the flashlight before him. The Policemen exchange FRIGHTENED

glances. Inspector MacGowan SHOVES them through the open doors.

INT. CASTLE

Indy’s flashlight BEAM glazes over the castle’s interior. It is a

STONE PALACE. FILLED with elaborate, antique furnishings, macabre

sculptures and oil paintings. The place is bathed in DUST. Thick

COBWEBS fill each corner. It is extremely COLD. The men’s breaths are

VISIBLE. Hennesey RUBS his folded arms.

HENNESEY

It’s deathly cold in ’ere. How could

a human bein’ survive?...

Hearing this, the other Policemen exchange TERRIFIED glances. Indiana

shines his flashlight to a TWISTING, STONE STAIRCASE. The staircase

spirals upward along a far wall, leading to the SECOND FLOOR. A FAINT

GLIMMER of light emanates from the top of the stairs. Indiana moves

FORWARD. The Policemen FOLLOW.

Indiana ASCENDS the stairs. SLOWLY. SILENTLY. Toward the LIGHT.

MacGowan and the others are directly BEHIND Indy. As he makes his way

to the top, Indiana examines the bizarre OIL PAINTINGS that line the

wall. There are various PORTRAITS and LANDSCAPES, depicting everything

from MILITARY BATTLES to SUNDAY PICNICS. But the unsettling quality of

the pictures, is that they each feature the same white haired, ELDERLY

MAN. Indy COMMENTS to Mac.

INDIANA

This guy’s got one hell of an ego.

MACGOWAN

Baron Seamus Seagrove III. Some say

’e walks the moors every midnight...

others claim e’s been dead for

years...

Indy arrives at the TOP OF THE STAIRS. His hand rests on a SCULPTURE

that is part of the bannister. The sculpture is a bust of BARON

SEAGROVE. Indiana makes his way to the first doorway, where the LIGHT

emanates. The door is WIDE OPEN. A THICK COBWEB covers the entrance.

Indy WIPES away the web, and ENTERS the room. The Policemen DRAW their

pistols. They FOLLOW.

INT. ROOM

A BEDROOM. Deserted, except for a few pieces of elaborate, ancient

FURNITURE and a large CANOPY BED. Everything in the room is CAKED with

dust and cobwebs...save for the burning CANDLE. It RESTS on the

windowsill, in a sparkling, sterling silver holder. It bathes the room

in ORANGE LIGHT.

Indiana walks TOWARD the candle. Arm outstreched, he prepares to LIFT

it. The Policeman WATCH. SHIVERING. SILENT. Tightly gripping their

PISTOLS. Indy’s fingers are INCHES from the candlestick. SUDDENLY...

There is a LOUD WHOOSH! The candle GOES OUT! Indiana DROPS his

flashlight. There is TOTAL DARKNESS. We hear the distant, MANICAL

LAUGH of a man. It ECHOES through the castle. Indy retrieves the

flashlight, clicking it back ON. The candle has DISAPPEARED! The laugh

has SOBSIDED.

MacGowan LOOKS at his men. A TROOBLED look covers the Inspector’s

face. MacGowan’s eyes DART about the room. Hennesy is GONE!

MACGOWAN

Hennesey?... Hennesey?...

GALBRAITH

(panic)

’E was standin’ right ’ere! Just a

second ago... Standin’ right beside

me!...

THE SOOND OF A BELL! A thick, dull RINGING! In the DISTANCE! It sends

a CHILL through the men. Indiana DARTS out of the room. FOLLOWING the

sound. The Policemen are right BEHIND HIM.

INT. CASTLE

Indy and the Police HURRY down the stairs. The ringing bell CONTINUES.

MacGowan is CALLING for Hennesey. Indy DASHES to a door along the far

wall. He OPENS it. It leads into a DARK BASEMENT. The sound of the

ringing bell echoes from INSIDE. Indiana ENTERS, motioning for the

others to FOLLOW.

INT. BASEMENT

A decrepit, narrow, wooden STAIRWAY leads into the basement. Indy

holds tightly to his FLASHLIGHT. The Policemen are CLUSTERED behind

him, taking each step with extreme caution. The boards CREAK and GROAN

with their every move.

MacGowan LEANS to his side, calling for Hennesey. MacGowan’s weight

causes the rotted bannister to SNAP IN TWO! He LOSES his footing!

FALLING off the side of the stairs! Indiana’s arm SHOOTS OUT! GRABBING

HOLD of MacGowan’s collar. Indy PULLS MacGowan back to SAFETY.

MacGowan CATCHES his breath. SHAKING.

MACGOWAN

Thanks for catchin’ me.

INDIANA

I’d rather be catchin’ trout.

They CONTINUE down the stairs, arrivifig at the bottom. It is a large,

MUSTY STONE BASEMENT. The slimy walls are covered with a GREEN MOSS.

There are several DOORS along the basement wall. The sound of the

ringing bell is much LOUDER down here.

Indiana moves to the FIRST DOOR. He REACHES for the handle. The

Policemen DRAW their pistols. Indy OPENS the door. A LARGE OBJECT

SHOOTS OUT FROM INSIDE! Rolling TOWARD the men! The policemen FIRE

their guns. SEVERAL SHOTS ring out. The object comes to a STOP. A DEEP

RED LIQUID pours out onto the floor. Indy DIPS his finger into the

liquid. He TASTES.

INDIANA

Interesting blood type...

The Policemen STARE. WIDE EYED. Indy SMILES.

INDIANA

Cabernet sauvignon. 1897.

Indy’s flashlight beam shines ahead, ILLUMINATING the ’mysterious

object’, a WINE BARREL. And inside the room, is a deserted WINE

CELLAR. Suddenly, a LOUD CREAK echoes through the basement. Galbraith

CRIES OUT.

GALBRAITH

(pointing OFF SCREEN)

Look!

Everyone TURNS. A large STONE DOOR, built into the wall, slowly OPENS.

Indy and the police stare in AMAZEMENT. The door STOPS. Wide OPEN. A

FLICKERING LIGHT glimmers from inside. Indiana WALKS to the opening.

He PEERS into the opening. The Police stay a FEW STEPS behind.

BEHIND THE DOOR

A FAMILY CRYPT. Stone COFFINS, with glass covered tops, line the crypt

walls. Macabre, ghastly RELIGIOUS STATUES decorate the room. Countless

DEATH MASKS cover the ceiling, all carved with that same frighteningly

familiar face... BARON SEAGROVE!

CAMERA DOLLIES to the far corner of the crypt. It STOPS on a CLOSE-UP

of the CANDLESTICK! The EXACT candle from upstairs! Still BURNING! It

rests on one of the coffin’s GLASS TOPS.

A TREMBLING MacGowan steps back, away from the crypt. Be BLURTS an

order to his men.

MACGOWAN

Galbraith... You come with me! We’ll

search for Hennesey... Out here!

Bottomley... You go with Doctor

Jones...

(finger shaking, points

to inside of crypt)

In there.

MacGowan and Galbraith nearly fall over each other as they SCRAMBLE

away from the crypt. The two DASH OFF into another section of the

basement. Indy SHAKES his head. He ENTERS the crypt. A reluctant and

very frightened Bottomley FOLLOWS.

INT. CRYPT

Indy’s flashlight beam dances across the glass COFFIN TOPS. Decayed

CORPSES smile from inside, their hands tightly clutching crucifixes.

Bottomley is HORRIFIED by the sights. Indiana continues AHEAD. He

PASSES the burning candle, moving further into the darkness of the

crypt. The shivering Bottomley stays directly BEHIND Indy. With their

every step, the bell’s ringing grows LOUDER... LOUDER...

Indiana and Bottomley arrive in a circular CHAMBER, located at the far

end of the crypt. Here, the ringing bell is nearly DEAFENING. The

sound echoes from ABOVE. We are on the floor of the BELL TOWER.

Indiana SHINES his flashlight UPWARD. The beam stops on a RINGING BELL

that hangs SEVERAL FEET in the air. Inside of the bell, dangling by

his feet, is the DEAD BODY of HENNESEY! He has REPLACED THE BELL

CLAPPER! His body SWINGS back and forth. It SLAMS into the sides of

the bell. Causing the DULL RINGING.

Bottomley SCREAMS. Indiana GRABS Bottomley’s arm.

INDIANA

Let’s get outta’ here.

Indy and Bottomley TURN to the crypt door. It begins to CLOSE! The two

men DASH FORWARD. The door CONTINUES to close. Indy and Bottomley are

only INCHES away...when the door SLAMS SHUT! They PUSH and KICK at the

door. NO GOOD. It WON’T BUDGE. A PANICKED Bottomley calls for help.

BOTTOMLEY

Inspector MacGowan! Galbraith! Open

the door!

Using his flashlight, Indy SCANS the door, looking for a CRACK,

another way OUT. Indy NUDGES Bottomley.

INDIANA

(motioning to candle)

I need more light.

Bottomley HURRIES to the candle. He REACHES OUT. There is a LOUD

WHOOSH! The candle flame GOES OUT! Followed by TOTAL DARKNESS! Indy

TURNS from the door.

INDIANA

Bottomley?...

NO answer. Indy SHINES his flashlight toward the area. The candle is

GONE. There is NO SIGN of Bottomley. Indiana takes a STEP FORWARD.

INDIANA

Bottomley?...

AGAIN, no answer. Indy SWEEPS the flashlight beam across the room. It

PASSES one of the coffins...then SHOOTS BACK! Indy is met with a

SHOCKING SIGHT!

BOTTOMLEY LIES INSIDE THE COFFIN! DEAD! His face twisted in a GHOULISH

SMILE. All of his bones BROKEN. His hands are wrapped around a

CRUCIFIX. Indy STARES in horror. There is a SOUND. FOOTSTEPS. There is

SOMEONE ELSE in here. Indy’s flashlight beam DARTS around the crypt.

There is NO SIGN of anyone.

INDIANA

Who is it?... Who’s there?...

The same crazed LAUGH of a man echoes through the crypt. A CHILLED

Indy TURNS BACK to the door. He is startled to find the crypt door

COVERED WITH A THICK SHEET OF ICE!

Indy REACHES OUT. He TOUCHES the sparkling, green ice. He SNAPS back

his hand. His fingers are BURNT.

INT. BASEMENT

MacGowan and Galbraith are OUTSIDE of the crypt door. They PULL at the

door’s metal handles. Trying to OPEN IT. But the door WON’T MOVE.

MacGowan CALLS through the door.

MACGOWAN

Doctor Jones! Try to push!

INT. CRYPT

Indy ANSWERS, taking a STEP BACK.

INDIANA

Can’t! There’s some kinda’ hot ice

coverin’ the...

Indiana suddenly FALLS! The floor has DISAPPEARED FROM BENEATH HIM!

Indy manages to GRAB HOLD of a stone coffin. His fingers tightly GRIP

the coffin’s edge. Indiana LOOKS DOWN. Beneath him, is a SEVERAL

HUNDRED FOOT DROP INTO TOTAL DARKNESS!

Indy tries to PULL HIMSELF UP. The coffin’s ancient stone begins to

CRUMBLE. Large chunks and pieces FALL from Indy’s grasp. He is LOSING

HIS GRIP.

Seconds before he plummets into the abyss, Indiana REACHES inside of

the coffin. He clutches onto a CORPSE’S ARM! Using the arm, Indy

SWINGS DOWNWARD.

INT. ABYSS

At the precise moment, Indiana RELEASES the dead arm. He LANDS on a

ROCKY LEDGE. Located only a few feet BELOW the open crypt floor. Indy

STANDS on the ledge. SAFE. He SMILES. RELIEVED. Suddenly, the ledge

SNAPS!

Indiana FALLS! His body DROPS hundreds of feet into the blackness. A

MOMENT passes. Then... WE HEAR A SPLASH!

BOTTOM OF THE HOLE!

A POOL OF WATER! Surrounded by rocky, cavernous WALLS. Indiana’s hat

FLOATS on the water’s surface. Indy POPS OUT of the water, bobbing up

beside the hat. Indy REACHES for the hat. Suddenly, a FISH flaps out

of the water. The fish GOBBLES UP one of the hat’s live baits and

disappears back underwater. Indy SMIRKS.

INDIANA

NOW they bite!

Indy attempts to PULL himself out of the water. There is a LOUD SOUND.

Grinding METAL. Rattling CHAINS. Indy’s eyes DART to his side.

TWO HORIZONTAL METAL GATES EJECT FROM THE CAVERN WALLS! They SHOOT

across the water! Like LIGHTNING! They’re headed TOWARD each other...

and Indy’s HEAD!

Indy DIVES underwater. THE GATES SNAP SHUT! Less than an INCH above

the water’s surface! Indy ATTEMPTS to resurface. The closed gate STOPS

HIM. He CLUTCHES the grating, trying to MOVE the gate. It’s TOO

STRONG! Indy STRUGGLES for air. NO GOOD. There isn’t enough SPACE.

He’s going to DROWN!

UNDERWATER

In desperation, Indy SWIMS downward. Looking for an ALTERNATE ESCAPE.

But there is NO BOTTOM in sight. Indy’s eyes BULGE. His face loses

COLOR. Only a few precious SECONDS OF LIFE remain...when suddenly, he

SPOTS SOMETHING. A SMALL TUNNEL. Built into the CAVERN WALL. Indiana

hurriedly SWIMS to the tunnel. He BOLTS inside.

A WATER FOUNTAIN. A large, THREE TIERED stone structure. Instead of

the familiar carvings of angels and beautiful maidens, this fountain

is surrounded with water spewing DEMONS, GARGOYLES and hellish BEASTS.

CAMERA DOLLIES TO A LARGE METAL DRAIN, located inside of the

fountain’s base. The drain cover begins to TURN. Suddenly FLIPPING

OPEN! Indiana CRAWLS out of the opening. He GULPS at the air. COLOR

returns to his face. LIFE returns to his body. Indy RISES to his feet.

He finds himself STANDING in the fountain.

INDY’S POV

He is inside of a BANQUET ROOM. The sprawling room is beautifully

DECORATED in Victorian dignity. The room is IMMACULATE. Not one SPECK

of dust. Two Medieval SUITS OF ARMOR adorn one wall. A gargantuan

crystal CHANDELIER hangs above a long, mahogany BANQUET TABLE.

At the far end of the table, sits a shriveled, white haired ELDERLY

MAN. It is BARON SEAMUS SEAGROVE III, the fellow whose likeness

appeared in every piece of artwork. Baron Seagrove is CALMLY eating

his dinner. A bloated ROASTED PIG rests on a silver platter before

him. The same candle we saw burning in the upstairs room and the

family crypt, now RESTS on the table. Directly BESIDE the Baron.

Two powerful, muscular MASTIFFS are tied to Baron Seagrove’s chair.

Teeth BARED. Eyes AELAZE. The hounds FIGHT for a scrap of meat.

Indiana stares in BEWILDERMENT at the new surroundings. He STEPS OUT

of the fountain. Baron Seagrove seems UNAWARE of Indy’s presense.

Indiana WALKS TOWARD the Baron.

INDIANA

Excuse me, sir...? Hello...?

Baron Seagrove DOES NOT look up from his plate. Indy moves CLOSER. He

speaks LOUDER.

INDIANA

Canyou hear me?...

CLOSE-UP: BENEATH THE TABLE

Baron seagrove’s hand nonchalantly UNTIES the Mastiff’s bindings.

INDIANA

still WALKS toward the table. The Baron continues to IGNORE him. Indy

is ANNOYED.

INDIANA

Listen, pal... There are two dead

Policemen upstairs and...

The Mastiffs LEAP forward. COMING at Indiana. He tries to GET AWAY.

TOO SLOW. The hounds are UPON HIM. TEARING. CLAWING. BITING. They DRAG

Indy to the floor.

Baron Seagrove continues to ENJOY his dinner, seemingly OBLIVIOUS to

the scene before him.

Indiana FIGHTS for his life. The VICIOUS dogs tear at his clothing and

skin. Indy SPOTS something. On the wall ABOVE. Hanging amidst a

display of stuffed animal heads, is a HUNTER’S TRUMPET. Indy STRUGGLES

to his knees. Trying to REACH for the horn. But the dogs are still

BITING. CLAWING. WEAKENING Indiana.

Indy’s fingers are INCHES from the horn. The Mastiffs’ sharp claws RIP

at his arm. But Indy manages to SNATCH the trumpet. He quickly moves

the horn to his LIPS. He BLOWS. HARD. A HIGH, PIERCING NOTE fills the

air. The dogs respond to the SOUND. They HALT. STOPPING their attack.

For a MOMENT.

Tattered and bruised, Indiana LEAPS to his feet. He DROPS the horn. He

RUNS.

The Mastiffs come to their SENSES. They DART after Indy. Mouths

FOAMING.

Baron Seagrove continues to DINE, still IGNORING the action.

Indy runs to a VELVET CURTAIN. He GRABS HOLD of a long, thick rope

that is attached to the curtain. Indiana TEARS the curtain from the

wall. A large STAINED GLASS WINDOW is behind the curtain.

The FIRST MASTIFF leaps at Indy. Indiana quickly DRAPES the curtain

OVER the hound. Indy ties a large KNOT in the open curtain end. The

dog is TRAPPED.

Indy TURNS. The SECOND MASTIFF is only a FEW FEET AWAY. BARRELLING

toward Indy. Indiana HOPS to the window ledge. He OPENS the window.

The Mastiff LEAPS UPWARD! Indiana JUMPS OUT OF THE WINDOW! The dog

FOLLOWS Indy, also JUMPING OUT OF THE WINDOW!

EXT. WINDOW

The Mastiff FALLS. Flying hundreds of feet into the ROCKY WATERS

BELOW. The hound’s vicious howl FADES. CAMERA PANS from the water and

STOPS ON INDIANA JONES! Indy has OUTSMARTED the Mastiff. Be HANGS onto

the swinging WINDOW FRAME. SAFE. He LEAPS back inside the room.

INT. BANQUET ROOM

Baron Seagrove pours himself a glass of WINE. A very ANGRY Indiana

walks toward the Baron.

INDIANA

Chow time’s over, mister. You better

start talkin’.

The Baron still IGNORES Indiana.

INDIANA

There’s a lot of strange things

happening around here...

A SUIT OF ARMOR, located a few feet behind Indy, suddenly TWITCHES.

Its arm LOWERS. Its head slowly TURNS.

Indiana still walks TOWARD the Baron, who is only concerned with

spreading butter on his bread. Indy SHOUTS.

INDIANA

...and I want some answers! Do you

hear me?

(louder)

I want some answers! Now!

There is a LOUD CREAK OF METAL. A huge, sharp BATTLE AXE SHOOTS INTO

FRAME! SWINGING toward Indy’s head! Indiana SPINS. The axe is only

INCHES from his face. Indy LEAPS BACK. WHOOSH! The axe SLICES through

the air. JUST MISSING Indy. The shaken Indiana is SHOCKED to see

A GLISTENING, BLACK SUIT OF ARMOR! The black knight is nearly SEVEN

FEET TALL! It has COME TO LIFE and is walking TOWARD Indy. The black

knight is WILDLY swinging the battle axe. Indiana continues to STEP

BACK... BACK... Unbeknownst to Indy, his steps are leading him toward

ANOTHER SUIT OF ARMOR! Also over seven feet tall, this armor is made

of a SILVERY, WHITE METAL! As Indy moves CLOSER, the WHITE KNIGHT

OPENS ITS ARMS! When Indy is within reach, the white knight LOCKS its

powerful arms around Indy’s chest! Indiana TRIES to break free. NO

GOOD. The white knight’s grip is TOO TIGHT. Indy is TRAPPED!

The black knight still COMES TOWARD Indiana. Its frenzied axe SWINGS

back and forth. Indy still STRUGGLES with the white knight’s bone

crunching grip.

The black knight is only a FEW FEET from Indy. Its deadly axe blade

INCHES from Indy’s face. Indiana MOVES FAST. He JERKS his body

forward. This FLIPS the white knight off its feet! OVER Indy’s head.

The white knight FLIES INTO the black knight. CRASH! This sends both

knights FALLING to the floor.

Indiana SHOOTS to his feet. The two knights LEAP to their feet. They

CHASE Indy. The black knight armed with his AXE, the white knight

armed with a long, sharp SWORD!

Baron Seagrove SPOONS another helping of boiled potatoes onto his

plate.

Indy snatches a SHIELD and SWORD from a nearby wall display. Ready to

FIGHT. The knights are UPON HIM. Indiana battles BOTH knights. He

DEFENDS the bludgeoning battle axe with his shield, and SWORDFIGHTS

the other knight! THRASH! CLANG! The sound of HEAVY METAL fills the

room!

Indy’s sword STRIKES the white knight’s thick chest. The sword SNAPS

IN TWO. In the confusion, Indy’s shield is KNOCKED from his hand by

the powerful battle axe. Indy is DEFENSLESS.

The two metal giants RAISE their weapons. HIGH. AIMING for Indy’s

head. The two knights SWING! Indy DIVES to the floor! The knights

CAN’T STOP their weapons in time... CRUNCH! They deliver a HARD BLOW

to each other! The woozy knights WOBBLE and SPIN. In a momentary DAZE.

Indiana JUMPS to his feet.

The BLACK KNIGHT hisses. FURIOUS. He DASHES after Indiana. The WHITE

KNIGHT is still REELING from the blow.

Seeing the black knight in HOT PURSUIT, Indy searches for a WEAPON. He

spots the curtain’s long, thick ROPE. LYING on the floor.

The black knight is nearly UPON Indy. AXE RAISED! Indiana GRABS the

rope. He SPINS. FACING the knight. Indy SNAPS HIS WRIST! A LOUD CRACK!

The rope SHOOTS FORWARD! Not unlike Indiana’s familiar WHIP!

The rope WRAPS itself around the black knight’s neck. Indy JERKS the

whip forward. HARD. This sends the knight FLYING THROUGH THE AIR! The

knight crashes into the stone FOONTAIN! Several of the fountain’s

sculptures SHATTER into pieces. The dazed, dented black knight

ATTEMPTS to stand...but LOSES his footing. The knight FALLS backward.

Into the fountain’s WIDE DRAIN OPENING! Its HEAVY ARMOR causes the

knight to SINK. DISAPPEARING into the hole. Into the POOL OF WATER.

Indy CATCHES HIS BREATH. The white knight’s SWORD SWINGS INTO FRAME!

SLICING through Indiana’s jacket! Indy JUMPS BACK. The vicious white

knight COMES toward him.

Indiana TURNS to run. Finding himself at the BANQUET TABLE. Face to

face with the ROASTED PIG. A few feet away, Baron Seagrove CONTINUES

to dine. The white knight raises his sword ABOVE Indy. WHOOSH! The

sword begins to swing DOWN! Indiana DUCKS and DODGES the deadly blows.

Instead of carving Indiana, the knight’s sword manages to SLICE

perfect sections of the roasted pig. The satisfied Baron HELPS HIMSELF

to a freshly carved slice of pork.

Indiana LEAPS onto the table top. Trying to ESCAPE the living suit of

armor. But the white knight CLIMBS up onto the table. FOLLOWING Indy.

The sword slashing knight PURSUES Indy along the table top. Indy

GLANCES upward. To the heavy CHANDELIER. Indy SMILES. A PLAN. He

continues to STEP BACKWARD. Leading the knight DIRECTLY BELOW the

chandelier.

At the precise moment, Indy picks up a STERLING SILVER PLATE from the

table top. Indy WHISKS the plate in the air. Toward the ROPE that

holds the chandelier. The spinning plate SEVERS the rope. The

chandelier FLIES DOWNWARDl! CRASHING ON TOP of the white knight! The

knight lies BENEATH the chandelier. MOTIONLESS. The sword DROPS from

its lifeless hand. Onto the TABLE TOP.

Indy takes the knight’s SWORD. Eyes on FIRE, sword OUTSTRETCHED,

Indiana WALKS across the table top. HEADED for Baron Seagrove.

The Baron prepares to take ANOTHER BITE of his food. THE SWORD SHOOTS

INTO FRAME! The tip of the blade RESTS upon Baron Seagrove’s rubbery

throat. Indiana SNARLS.

INDIANA

Haven’t you had enough?

Baron Seagrove finally LOOKS at Indiana. The Baron LOWERS his fork.

His face twists into an EERIE GRIN. He begins LAUGHING. It’s the SAME

MANIACAL LAUGH we heard earlier. Indy responds by BLOWING OUT the

flame of the mysterious candle.

The room’s door BURSTS OPEN! INSPECTOR MACGOWAN and GALBRAITH dash

inside. They HURRY to Baron Seagrove. Their PISTOLS aimed at him.

Galbraith HANDCUFFS the Baron. MacGowan looks at the BRUISED, BLOODIED

and TATTERED Indiana Jones.

MACGOWAN

Now you can get back to your

fishing, Doctor Jones.

INDIANA

No chance, Mac. My plane leaves in

the morning. Vacation’s over. Gotta’

get back to school.

MACGOWAN

(shakes his head)

’Tis a shame to go home empty

handed...

(smiles, an idea)

Tell ya’ what, my friend... I fancy

me’self quite the fisherman...

Tomorrow, I’ll go out and catch you

a real beauty, eh?...

INDIANA

(sarcastic smirk)

Right. Send it to me airmail.

MACGOWAN

(incredulous)

Doctor Jones! A MacGowan’s word is

truer than...

INDIANA

Yeah, yeah...an angel’s kiss. I

know.

They EXIT the room.

EXT. CASTLE

The villagers SURROUND the castle. Their BRIGHT TORCHES are raised

high in the air. Baron Seagrove is LED out of the castle by Indiana

and the Police. The crowd begins to WHISPER. ANXIOUS. EXCITED. As the

Baron is led to the POLICE VEHICLE, he turns and LOOKS at Indy. The

Baron speaks in a TREMBLING, RASPY voice. His eyes are WILD.

BARON SEAGROVE

No...jail...can...hold...me.

A CHILL rushes through Indiana. The Baron turns, CONTINUING to the

Police wagon. One of the villagers SHOUTS.

VILLAGER

’E’s done it! Indiana Jones has

captured the killer!

The crowd CHEERS. Indiana gives a HUMBLE NOD and WAVE. MacGowan SHAKES

Indy’s hand. Indy glances to the POLICE VEHICLE.

INDY’S POV

Baron Seagrove CLIMBS into the back compartment of the police vehicle.

Galbraith CLOSES the vehicle doors. The Baron is still VISIBLE through

the vehicle’s windows. He LIGHTS a cigarette. It appears that the

MATCH FLAME SHINES THROUGH THE BARON’S BODY! It’s as if he were a

GHOST!

Indiana TURNS to the others. Eyes WIDE. SHOCKED. But it is obvious

that NO ONE else has SEEN the apparition. MacGowan notices the PALE

expression on Indy’s face.

MACGOWAN

What is it, man? You look as if

you’ve seen a screamin’ banshee!

Indy POINTS back to the police vehicle. But it has already DEPARTED.

It drives over a far hill, DISAPPEARING INTO THE NIGHT. Indy SIGHS,

turning back to MacGowan.

INDIANA

Ah... It was nothing, Mac. Nothing

at all.

CAMERA DOLLIES INTO INDIANA’S TROUBLED, UNCERTAIN FACE. THE BARON’S

LAUGH FILLS THE SOUND TRACK.

SLOW DISSOLVE:

EXT. MARSHALL UNIVERSITY - A FEW DAYS LATER

Early AFTERNOON. A RAINY Spring day. Students RUN to the University

doors, protecting themselves with textbooks.

INT. INDIANA JONES’ OFFICE

Rain SPLATTERS the window of this cramped, CLUTTERED room. Crooked

stacks of dog eared TEXTBOOKS and PAPERS nearly reach the ceiling. The

spindly bookshelves are stuffed with various ARCHEOLOGICAL RELICS and

INSTRUMENTS: animal and bird skeletons, fossils, primitive statues,

etc. Sitting at a small wooden desk, amidst a mountain of TERM PAPERS,

is INDIANA JONES. Indy is WEARING a brown three piece suit and

circular, wire rimmed glasses. In one hand, he holds a STUDENT SEAT

ASSIGNMENT CARD, as he hurriedly READS through the term papers. He

furiously GRADES each paper.

To make matters worse; the office is CROWDED WITH STUDENTS, with

countless others POURING out into the hallway. All of the students are

ANXIOUS to get inside. They are BADGERING, COMPLAINING and MOANING at

Indy.

TEDDY

Doctor Jones... I took your class

instead of all the others!... I

coulda’ had Professor Needles...

Professor Eisenschmidt...

Professor...

ANGELA

You promised. You said you’d have

’em graded by yesterday.

VIRGIL

My paper finished yet? Name’s

"Virgil Vektor". That’s VIRGIL.

(spelling it out)

Capital V... I... R...

JULIA

My parents paid good money to send

me here. You know how much they

shelled out for your class?

CHARLES

He doesn’t care about us. He only

wants fame and fortune. We’re just a

buncha’ peons to him.

VIRGIL

VEKTOR. Capital V... E... K...

Indiana continues to grade the papers, trying to IGNORE the verbal

assault. BETSY TUFFET pushes her way to the front. Betsy is Indy’s

STUDENT ASSISTANT. She is 21 YEARS OLD, with thick, luxurious black

hair, bright brown eyes and a small framed, athletic body. Betsy is a

TOUGH. BRASH. A BROOKLYN kid. She moves CLOSE to Indy, her hair

brushing his cheek. Indiana is very TENSE, continuously working on the

term papers.

BETSY

Hello, Ind --

(giggle)

Doctor Jones.

INDIANA

Not now, Betsy.

BETSY

LOOK at all of those papers!

INDIANA

Please, I...

BETSY

Want me to come by later? Help you

grade?

INDIANA

Help me grade. Yeah. Sure.

BETSY

Goodbye, Ind --

(giggles)

Doctor Jones!

She EXITS. Indy SIGHS. Again, the obnoxious student SHOUTS.

VIRGIL

Didja’ get the name? VIRGIL! Capital

V... I... R...

PROFESSOR THAD PRIESTLY enters, pushing Virgil aside. Priestly is a

young, wisecracking, greasy haired AQUAINTANCE of Indy’s. He SHOVES a

photograph BENEATH Indy’s nose.

PRIESTLY

Moby Dick.

INDIANA

Huh?...

PRIESTLY

(points to photo)

That’s what I named ’im. Captain

said it was the biggest fish he ever

saw.

Indiana GLANCES to the photo. It is a picture of Prof. Priestly

dressed in fisherman’s outfit, standing on a pier, holding a GIANT

FISH. Indy STEAMS. Priestly gives him a MANLY SLAP to the back.

PRIESTLY

What about you, Jonesey? You were

over in Scotty-land for two weeks...

Didja’ catch the big one?...

INDIANA

Look, Priestly... I’m real busy...

Indy is suddenly INTERRUPTED by a HARD SLAP to his face. He LOOKS UP.

A beautiful, blonde student, REBECCA, stands over his desk. She

SCREAMS. FURIOUS.

REBECCA

Two-timing bastard!

Indiana RUBS his jaw. STARTLED. Rebecca CONTINUES.

REBECCA

How could you?!?... My own

Mother?!?... In my own bed?!?...

(slaps him again)

I’ve had it with you! It’s over!

Priestly HIDES his chuckle. Rebecca THROWS a shirt that obviously

belongs to Indiana on the desk and STORMS out of the room. Indy shakes

his head and CONTINUES working. The students are still HARASSING him.

A LOUD VOICE ECHOES through the room.

POSTMAN (O.S.)

Special Delivery! Dr. Indiana Jones!

A burly POSTMAN stands in the doorway, holding a thick, enormous BROWN

ENVELOPE. Indy MOTIONS to the postman. The Postman tries to MAKE his

way through the crowd. Indiana goes back to his grading, but is

suddenly INTERRUPTED BY A LOUD TAPPING NOISE. He LOOKS UP. DEAN CLAUDE

COVENTRY, a stately, elderly gentleman, RAPS a steel ruler on

Indiana’s desk. The Dean is UPSET. Very SERIOUS.

DEAN COVENTRY

Doctor Jones, I’ve had complaints

from several of the students --

The Postman INTERRUPTS, dropping the heavy envelope onto Indy’s desk.

The Postman SHOVES a yellow paper in front of Indy.

POSTMAN

Sign here.

Indy SIGNS. Dean Coventry continues LECTURING.

DEAN COVENTRY

They feel that you are ignoring

them, that you are distracted...

INDIANA

(gives Postman the

signed paper)

Me?... Distracted?...

POSTMAN

(staring at Indy’s

signature, puzzled)

What’s this? "B+"? That’s how you

sign your name?

Indy GRABS the paper. He’s signed a "B+" on the LINE where his name is

supposed to appear. Indy CROSSES out the grade and signs his name.

Professor Coventry still LECTURES Indiana.

DEAN COVENTRY

Marshall University is not the place

for sloppy behavior...

At that moment, Indy OPENS the envelope! A LARGE AMOUNT OF WATER POURS

OUT! SATURATING the papers on the desk! This is followed by an

ENORMOUS DEAD TROUT! It FLOPS onto Indy’s desk. The students exchange

STARTLED and NAUSEOUS glances. Indiana removes a water logged NOTE

from the envelope. It reads, "A MACGOWAN’S WORD IS TRUER THAN AN

ANGEL’S KISS". Indiana uses a TISSUE to WIPE some of the water from

his desk. Dean Coventry SHAKES A FINGER at Indy.

DEAN COVENTRY

I have one final warning for you,

Doctor Jones --

THE PHONE RINGS! INTERRUPTING the Dean! Indiana quickly ANSWERS the

phone. A FUMING Dean Coventry impatiently waits to finish his threat.

Indiana SPEAKS into the receiver.

INDIANA

Yes... Oh, Hello, Marcus... Look,

can you hold on?...

(back to Dean)

You were saying, sir?

DEAN COVENTRY

Either you begin concentrating on

your --

INDIANA

(interrupted by phone)

Yes, Marcus... I’m still here...

Just hold on!

(back to Dean)

I’m very sorry, sir...

DEAN COVENTRY

(boiling)

-- concentrating on your teaching

duties or --

INDIANA

(into phone)

Damn it, Marcus! I’m standing here

with Dean... What?.. Just how

important?...

(listening, impatient)

It is, huh?... Okay. Five minutes.

Yeah. I’ll be right over. But this

better be important, Marcus!

Indiana HANGS UP. He gives an EMBARASSED look to the furious, red

faced Dean.

DEAN COVENTRY

You are on probation, Jones! Ten

days! If there is no improvement,

you will be dismissed!

The Dean STORMS OUT of the room. Indiana GATHERS the wet papers. He

begins to EXIT the room, EXPLAINING to the students as he makes his

way through the crowd.

INDIANA

I promise...by tomorrow...I’ll have

all of these graded...and DRIED!

Indiana continues making APOLOGIES and EXCUSES. The obnoxious student

again SHOUTS at him.

VIRGIL

VIRGIL VEKTOR! Capital V... I...

R...

INDIANA

(hands him paper)

"F"!

Virgil STARES at his paper, adorned with a large RED "F"! Indiana

EXITS the room.

INT. HISTORY MUSEUM - PREHISTORIC ROOM

The large room is filled with skeletons, fossils and statues dating

back to the DAWN OF MAN. Indiana, his arms cluttered with the soaking

term papers, hurriedly enters the museum with MARCUS BRODY. Marcus is

very ANXIOUS. EXCITED. He carries a l6MM METAL FILM CANNISTER beneath

his arm. Indiana is very IMPATIENT. His eyes dart to a full sized

skeleton of a TYRONOSAURUS REX.

INDIANA

This better be important, Marcus...

or the museum will soon be

displaying my bones. My teaching

career is in danger of extinction.

MARCUS

(smiles)

You will not be disappointed,

Indiana.

CUT TO:

CLOSE-UP: AN ANCIENT PAINTING. The watercolor features an upright,

wrinkled face SUN WU KUNG, the STONE MONKEY KING. But the monkey is

NOT made of stone. He appears to be HALF HUMAN... HALF MONKEY. His

face is WISE. His coal black eyes are PENETRATING. He wears a LION

SKIN ROBE, and holds a tall, GOLDEN HOOPED STAFF. Sun Wu Kung stands

amidst a garden of luscious, ripe PEACE TREES. He is surrounded by a

HEAVENLY GLOW, a bright ray of light that emanates from an opening in

the CLOUDS.

MARCUS (O.S.)

...Look familiar?

CAMERA PULLS BACK. We are inside of the museum BOARD ROOM. Marcus

holds the tattered painting before Indiana, who sits at a desk, still

feverishly GRADING the wet term papers. After he finishes each paper,

Indy PINS it to a nearby bulletin board for drying. He GLANCES to the

painting of Sun Wu Kung.

INDIANA

"Sun wu Kung, The Stone Monkey

King". Big deal. That was ten years

ago, Marcus.

(going back to papers,

wanting to change

subject)

Geez! This Heller kid’s got the

worst grammar.

MARCUS

Ten years or fifty years. It will

always be in your blood.

INDIANA

(ignoring Marcus)

Don’t believe this... He spells

"repeat" with two "E’s".

MARCUS

Think back, Indiana. Remember your

desire? Your passion?

INDIANA

(still ignores Marcus)

Kid gets an "A" on content...a "D"

on form.

MARCUS

(angry, slams his fist

on the desk)

Damn it, man! You can’t bury those

feelings forever!

Indiana finally LOOKS UP from the papers. He glances at Marcus, then

LOOKS at the painting. CAMERA DOLLIES INTO Indiana’s face. He becomes

very SERIOUS. SOMBER. His eyes are EMPTY. Memories of FAILURE fill his

head.

INDIANA

Two years. Nearly two years of my

life...looking for the remains of

that Monkey...a piece of his

legendary Golden Hooped Rod...or

some sign of the Lost City.

(shakes his head)

Nine men perished on the journey.

Rest of us nearly died from

starvation or one of the many

horrible deseases we discovered...

(looks back to papers,

in a near whisper)

We still came back empty handed.

MARCUS

(threading the

projector)

One mustn’t give up so easily,

Indiana.

INDIANA

Give up?!?... Marcus, we spent

thirteen months in China!...another

seven in India!...

MARCUS

But none in Africa.

INDIANA

(puzzled expression)

There was no proof...archeological

or anthropological...to indicate

that Sun Wu-Kung ever visited

Africa...

MARCUS

Until now.

Marcus TURNS OFF the room lights.

INDIANA

Hey... My papers...

Marcus STARTS the projector. A BLACK AND WHITE image flickers on the

far wall. We see a PYGMY, standing in what appears to be a grassy

area. The pygmy’s name is TYKI. He is ADORABLE. A little Over FOUR

FEET TALL, his body is TAUT, MUSCULAR. His long black hair is SHAGGY,

his eyes are WIDE and BRIGHT. Almost CHILDLIKE. His face is CUTE.

IMPISH. Covered with a very INQUISITIVE expression. Tyki’s energy is

BOUNDLESS. He cannot stop MOVING. Standing BESIDE Tyki, is

DR. CLARE CLARKE. 32 years old. A tall, strikingly BEAUTIFUL woman.

She is COMMUNICATING with Tyki in sign language.

MARCUS

The woman is Dr. Clare Clarke. The

famous zoologist. She works in

Africa, studying animals in their

natural habitat.

INDIANA

Very interesting, Marcus. Now if

you’ll turn the lights back on --

MARCUS

(continuing)

Three weeks ago, Dr. Clarke

discovered that cute little

fellow... "Tyki"...a pygmy of an

unusual race...unrelated to any

known African tribe...

INDIANA

(bored)

Marcus. The lights.

MARCUS

Dr. Clarke believes that Tyki comes

from the Lost Civilization of Sun

Wu-Kung.

Indiana PAUSES. He STANDS, walking closer to the flickering image.

Suddenly INTERESTED.

INDIANA

What?... But how did Miss --

MARCUS

"Doctor".

INDIANA

"Doctor" Clake. How did she arrive

at such a preposterous hypothesis?

MARCUS

The pygmy speaks in a language that

has no African origins...but bears a

strong resemblance to Chinese.

INDIANA

Means nothing. The rivers of Africa

have been plagued by various

Oriental Pirates and Scavengers

since the 16th Century.

(turns from screen)

Not much evidence, Marcus.

MARCUS

There’s more. The pygmy was found

wearing an ornamental peach stone

around his neck...believed to come

from Sun Wu-Kung’s legendary Garden

Of Immortal Peaches.

INDIANA

(skeptical)

Marcus, there are countless

undiscovered African tribes...all

with various obscure beliefs and

practices...

(smirks)

One tribe may wear peach stones...

another may wear banana peels...

Indiana WALKS back to his papers. Marcus PAUSES.

MARCUS

There is one final bit of

evidence...

INDIANA

Enlighten me.

MARCUS

The pygmy is over 200 years old.

Indiana ADJUSTS his spectacles. He STARES at the black and white

image. The cute pygmy appears to be in his MID-TWENTIES. He walks to

the CAMERA, STARING into the lens. Tyki examines the camera with

CURIOSITY.

INDIANA

That’s impossible.

MARCUS

Dr. Clarke has done a considerable

amount of testing on the pygmy’s

clothing...his sandals...everything

was over 200 years old.

INDIANA

(skeptical)

He’s probably wearing his Great

Grandfather’s stuff.

CAMERA PANS BACK to the projected image. Tyki begins to UNSCREW the

camera lens. The picture goes OUT OF FOCUS. The film RUNS OUT. Marcus

TURNS OFF the projector and flips ON the overhead room lights. Indiana

gives Marcus a PUZZLED look.

INDIANA

What does all of this have to do

with me?

MARCUS

Dr. Clarke wants to mount an

expedition to find the Lost City of

Sun Wu-Kung. She is quite familiar

with your reputation...she’d like

you to come along.

INDIANA

(gathering his papers)

No chance.

MARCUS

There will be money involved... The

museum is willing to fund the

expedition...

INDIANA

Sorry, Marcus. I’ve burned this

bridge.

Indiana TURNS and begins to WALK out of the room. Marcus CALLS him.

MARCUS

Indiana...

Indy TURNS. He WAVES the papers at Marcus.

INDIANA

Marcus. Please. I’ve got to finish

these...

MARCUS

You’ve got to finish something much

more important. You crossed the

threshold over a decade ago...and

it’s been tearing at your insides

ever since.

(passionate)

My friend, if there is even one iota

of truth in Dr. Clarke’s findings...

then you can lift the veil of

mystery that has surrounded this

Chinese legend for Centuries. You

may uncover the secrets to a Lost

Civilization...and possibly, to

man’s never ending search for

immortality.

Indiana STARES at the painting of Sun Wu Kung.

MARCUS

Indiana... Can you afford to pass up

the single most important adventure

of your life?

Indiana has NO ANSWER for Marcus. Indy PICKS up the painting. A

THRILLING expression slowly covers Indiana’s face. His eyes GLIMMER.

Filled with a long, lost EXCITEMENT. The SOUND TRACK MUSIC SOARS!

CUT TO:

CLOSE UP: THE STACK OF TERM PAPERS

The papers are slightly CRUMPLED. Still WET. A DROP OF WATER hits the

papers.

CAMERA PANS UPWARD. BETSY TUFFET, Indy’s student assistant,

sits at the desk, grading the papers. She is CRYING. Her falling TEARS

soak the papers. We are INSIDE of Indiana’s apartment. LATER that

evening.

INDIANA stands in the background. He is hurriedly PACKING his bags.

His familiar GUN, HAT and WHIP lie on the bed, beside the suitcase.

Indy NOTICES that Betsy is crying. He WALKS to Betsy. Indy puts his

arm on Betsy’s shoulder, attempting to COMFORT her. Betsy SNAPS at

Indy.

BETSY

You can’t do this to me!

INDIANA

(shaking tears off the

papers)

C’mon, Betsy. Relax. You’re gettin’

’em all wet again.

BETSY

You just can’t go away...I mean...

Africa is so far away, and...well...

(heartfelt)

I love you, Indy.

INDIANA

Thought we agreed this was s’posed

to be casual...

BETSY

You call what happened last night

"casual".

INDIANA

My dear...a momentary lapse into

passion does not a love affair make.

BETSY

(very upset)

Momentary lapse! So that’s all I am

to you!

Betsy SHOOTS to her feet, walking OFF SCREEN.

INDIANA

Betsy... Wait...

Indiana SIGHS. His eye CATCHES one of the termpapers. He begins to

READ, making a few CORRECTIONS.

We see Betsy’s HAND removes Indiana’s WHIP from the bed.

Indiana continues to CORRECT the papers. Suddenly, there is a CREAKING

NOISE. Indy TURNS. His face goes WHITE. He runs OFF SCREEN.

One end of Indiana’s WHIP is attached to an OVERHEAD LAMP. CAMERA PANS

DOWN the whip. The other end has been formed into a NOOSE around

Betsy’s neck. She stands on a wooden CHAIR. She KICKS AWAY the chair.

Suddenly GAGGING. Indiana GRABS Betsy in midair. He TAKES the noose

from her neck and PLACES Betsy on the floor.

INDIANA

(angry)

Whatsa’ matter with you!... Tryin’

to ruin my whip!...

BETSY

If I can’t have you... I don’t want

to live.

Indiana TOSSES the whip into his suitcase. He pulls up the chair and

forces Betsy to be SEATED. He pours her a tall glass of BOURBON.

INDIANA

Drink this. You’ll feel better.

Indiana WALKS to his suitcase, continuing to pack. His BACK is to

Betsy. She raises the GLASS to her lips. She PAUSES, reading a MESSAGE

on the Bourbon bottle. It reads: DANGER! CONTENTS FLAMMABLE! Betsy

BEAMS. An IDEA. She LIFTS the bottle over her head and begins to DOUSE

her body with the liquid.

Indiana is BUSY folding his clothing. Suddenly, we hear the FLICK OF A

MATCHSTICK! Indy TURNS. He sees the bourbon covered Betsy preparing to

LIGHT HER BODY ON FIRE! Indy DASHES forward. He BLOWS OUT the match,

moments before it SPARKS Betsy’s clothing. Indy SHAKES Betsy by the

shoulders.

INDIANA

C’mon, Betsy... Get a hold of

yourself. You’re young. There are a

lot of other guys...

BETSY

Not like you.

INDIANA

(succumbing to his ego)

That’s true...

(realizing his mistake)

But that’s no reason to stop living!

Besides, I’m too old for you. By the

time you’re seventy five, I’ll be...

(calculates, the thought

of it makes him grimace)

Yeccchhh! I’ll be disgusting.

Indiana TURNS and finishes his packing. Betsy SIGHS. She notices an

enormous, STONE AFRICAN URN. The 150 POUND antique sits atop a section

of BOOKSHELVES.

Meanwhile, Indiana makes certain that his gun is PACKED. He places the

familiar HAT on his head and begins to CLOSE the suitcase.

CLOSE UP: THE AFRICAN URN. It is WOBBLING. SHAKING. Moving CLOSER and

CLOSER to the edge of the bookshelves. CAMERA PANS TO THE FLOOR. Betsy

LIES here. Directly BELOW the trembling urn. Betsy SHAKES the

bookshelves, causing the urn to TILT and SHIVER. The urn is nearly

HALFWAY OFF of the edge. If it falls...the urn will CRUSH Betsy’s

head.

Indiana STRUGGLES with closing his tightly packed suitcase.

The urn FALLS! HEADED STRAIGHT for Betsy! Indiana SUDDENLY GRABS the

urn. In MIDAIR. Inches before it STRIKES Betsy. Indiana RESTS the urn

on the floor. He HELPS Betsy to her feet. Betsy WRAPS her arms tightly

around Indiana.

BETSY

Don’t leave me, Indy!

Indiana PICKS UP his suitcase and tries to WALK to the door. But

Betsy’s arms are still TIGHTLY WRAPPED around him. Finally, Indy

STOPS. His eyes BURN through Betsy.

INDIANA

(cruel)

Look... You’re just a flighty kid.

Twenty minutes after I walk out this

door, you’ll have a date with the

college Romeo. Two hours from now,

you’ll be madly in love with him. By

tomorrow, you’ll forget I ever

existed.

Hurt, Betsy REMOVES her arms from Indiana. He gives her a QUICK KISS

to the cheek and hurriedly EXITS. Betsy GLARES at the closed door. A

TOUGH, ANGRY expression covers her face.

BETSY

Never underestimate the

determination of a Brooklyn girl,

Doctor Jones. Never.

DISSOLVE TO:

LONG SHOT - AN OCEAN LINER

The SILHOUETTE of the ship sails across the water. A beautiful ORANGE

SKY fills the background.

INDIANA JONES

stands aboard the ship’s DECK. It is a typical, 30’s LUXURY Ocean

liner, filled with vacationing TOURISTS. Indiana STARES into the

sunrise. His face is a study in CONCENTRATION and INTENSITY. He

anxiously AWAITS his adventure.

DISSOLVE TO:

MAP OF THE WORLD

A MOVING RED LINE traces Indiana’s journey across the ocean, toward

AFRICA. The red line comes to a stop at MOZAMBIQUE.

EXT. CENTRAL MOZAMBIQUE - BEIRA - A HOT, SUNNY AFTERNOON

Chief PORT on the coast. Gateway to the ZAMBESI RIVER. SUPPLY SHIPS,

SAILBOATS and RAFTS line the marina. The docks are crowded with

various MERCHANTS and SAILORS, unloading their goods. Small SHOPS and

RESTAURANTS clutter the waterfront. Behind them are rows of one story,

low square HOMES. Tall, healthy PALM TREES surround the Area.

An OCEAN LINER has anchored along the shore. Several PASSENGERS exit

from the ship. INDIANA steps onto the ocean liner’s exit ramp. He is

UNSHAVEN, wearing his traditional LEATHER JACKET and HAT. Indy LOOKS

AROUND, expecting to MEET someone.

INDY’S POV - THE DOCK

There is a a LOUD CAR HORN. Crowds of pedestrians LEAP out of the way.

A rusted, yellow MODEL-T barrels along the rickety dock. The word

"TAXI" is crudely painted on the car’s trembling doors. The car’s

tires are WOBBLING. LOOSE. Thick, black SMOKE pours from the cracked

EXHAUST PIPE. The ancient car RATTLES and GRINDS.

Upon seeing the car, Indiana SMILES.

At the foot of the ocean liner’s ramp, the car SCREECHES TO A STOP!

SCRAGGY BRIER

Indiana’s friend and guide, JUMPS out of the taxi. Scraggy is a rough,

unkempt AFRICAN MAN. An elderly fellow, with the ENERGY and VITALITY

of a youth. His snow white hair and beard are WILD. SPIKED. He wears

TATTERED, DIRTY clothes that are many sizes too large for his SKINNY

body. Homemade CROCODILE SANDALS flop on his feet.

Scraggy suddenly breaks into a WILD GRIN. He SPOTS Indiana. Scraggy

SHOOTS up the exit ramp, running through the crowd of people. Scraggy

stops a FEW FEET in front of Indiana. Scraggy WAVES his arms before

him, as if he were BLESSING Indiana. Following this, Scraggy LEAPS

into Indy’s arms. Indiana CRADLES Scraggy like a child. Speaking with

a Portugese accent, Scraggy EXCLAIMS...

SCRAGGY

Indy! At last we are reunited!

(looks to sky)

Oh, Keechingo, God Of Friendship...I

thank you for granting my wish!

Indy RESTS Scraggy back onto the ramp. Scraggy MOVES to assist Indiana

with his luggage. Before picking it up, Scraggy RAISES his arms over

the baggage. Again, he BLESSES the suitcases. Scraggy then PICKS UP

the bags. Indy CHUCKLES.

INDIANA

I see you haven’t changed, Scraggy.

SCRAGGY

Mahootmek, God Of Goodness, say...

"Before body make contact with

foreign object...one must cast out

bad spirits, or -- "

INDIANA

" -- or bad spirits will enter your

body!"

SCRAGGY

Yes! You have excellent memory,

Indy.

INDIANA

I should! Last time we saw each

other...you made me wear the same

clothes for 3 weeks straight.

SCRAGGY

Never separate body from clothes, or

bad spirits will hide in pockets!

INDIANA

In other words... If people never

changed clothes...there would be no

evil in the world.

SCRAGGY

Exactly!

INDIANA

(chuckles, puts his arm

around Scraggy)

I missed all a’ your crazy

philosophies, Scraggy.

SCRAGGY

They not so crazy, Indy.

(serious, eyes wide with

fear)

These days... There is much evil in

the air. I feel it. Everywhere.

Indy and Scraggy CONTINUE to walk down the ramp, moving OFF SCREEN.

CAMERA PANS TO A FEW FEET BEHIND THEM. CAMERA STOPS, as the SCREEN IS

FILLED WITH A LARGE, BLAZING RED SWASTIKA! CAMERA PANS UPWARD. We see

that this is the SLEEVE OF A GERMAN SOLDIER. CAMERA STOPS on the face

of

SGT. HELMUT GUTTERBUHG

A thin, skeletal NAZI. He resembles the ANGEL OF DEATH. Gutterbuhg’s

face is NARROW and SUNKEN. His deep set eyes are a frightening LIGHT

BLUE. His complexion is PALE. EMOTIONLESS. His hair is BLONDE.

STRINGY. His right arm appears RIGID. It rests STIFFLY at his side.

Gutterbuhg FOLLOWS Indy and Scraggy through the crowd. The Nazi

REMOVES something from his pocket. It is a tiny, MECHANICAL ITEM. It

resembles a COCKROACH. We see that it is a mini RADIO TRANSMITTER.

Gutterbuhg WHISPERS into it.

GUTTERBUHG

(German, English

subtitles)

Are we making contact?

The mechanical roach’s eyes BLINK RED. Gutterbuhg gives a CHILLING

SMILE.

Meanwhile, Indiana and Scraggy ARRIVE at the Taxi. Scraggy begins to

SECURE Indy’s baggage to the roof. Indy OPENS the rear door of the

cab. He begins to CLIMB into the back seat. He is met with a SWIFT

KICK TO THE STOMACH! He FALLS to the ground. The wind KNOCKED out of

him. Scraggy RUNS to the open door, scolding the person INSIDE.

SCRAGGY

Dr. Clarke! Why you kick Dr.

Jones?...

DR. CLARE CLARKE

STEPS OUT of the shadows of the car. We RECOGNIZE her from Marcus’

film, but she is even MORE BEAUTIFUL in person. She is the SAME AGE as

Indy. Her hair is BRIGHT RED. She removes her glasses, revealing

sparkling GREEN EYES. She is very PRIM. Very PROPER. But extremely

INTELLIGENT and QUICK WITTED. She is dressed in KHAKI SLACKS and

SHIRT. She speaks in a slight BRITISH ACCENT. She hurriedly ASSISTS

Indiana to his feet.

CLARE

Dr. Jones! Forgive me.

INDIANA

No sweat.

CLARE

Thought I was being attacked by a

degenerate sailor.

INDIANA

No. Just a degenerate archeologist.

CLARE

Your appearance is deceiving.

INDIANA

Likewise.

They exchange a handshake and a SMILE. Immediately ATTRACTED to each

other.

PORTER (O.S.)

Indiana Jones! Calling passenger

Indiana Jones!

Indiana TURNS. A ship PORTER walks through the crowd, pushing a LARGE

BARREL on a dolly. Indy WAVES to the Porter. The Porter STOPS in front

of him.

PORTER

You left this aboard ship.

INDIANA

(puzzled)

There must be some mistake... I

didn’t --

The Porter POINTS to a section of the barrel that reads: DELIVER TO:

DR. INDIANA JONES.

PORTER

That’s you, ain’t it?

INDIANA

Well, yeah...but...

The Porter DROPS the barrel in front of Indiana and hurriedly WALKS

back to the ship.

SGT. GUTTERBUHG continues to SPY on Indiana. The Nazi HIDES a few feet

away. In a DARK alleyway.

A puzzled Indiana begins to OPEN the barrel. Scraggy SHOUTS a warning.

SCRAGGY

Indy! Remember Mahootmek, God Of

Goodness! "Before body make contact

with foreign object -- "

Indiana IGNORES Scraggy and begins to PRY OPEN the barrel.

SCRAGGY

"...you must cast out bad spirits!"

Indiana still IGNORES Scraggy. He STRUGGLES with the barrel top,

FLIRTING with Clare.

INDIANA

May I call you "Clare"?

CLARE

Please.

INDIANA

Well, Clare... We’ve obviously got a

lot of notes to compare... Let’s get

started tonight...over dinner.

CLARE

I’d like that very much.

INDIANA

Friend of mine owns a Cafe... He’ll

get us a nice quiet table. No

disturbances. Just the two of us --

At that moment, the barrel lid FLIES OFF! The inside if FILLED with

old, brown BANANA PEELS. Suddenly, BETSY’S HEAD POKES THROUGH the

peels! Indiana is SHOCKED. Scraggy SIGHS.

SCRAGGY

I warn you, Indy! You must always

cast out bad spirits!

A dirty, unkempt Betsy LEAPS OUT OF THE BARREL! She THROWS her arms

around Indy.

BETSY

My precious!

CLARE

(puzzled, to Indy)

Your daughter?

INDIANA

My assistant.

BETSY

His girlfriend.

CLARE

(revolted)

A child!

INDIANA

(to Clare)

It’s nothing. Really.

(to Betsy)

What the hell are you doing here’?

BETSY

Proving my love for you.

CLARE

How terribly sordid.

INDIANA

(to Clare)

Puppy love. Schoolgirl crush. She’ll

get over it.

BETSY

Never. This proves that nothing can

come between us. Not an ocean. Not

two separate Continents.

CLARE

Think I’m going to be ill.

INDIANA

(puzzled, to Betsy)

How...I mean... How could you stay

alive?

BETSY

Hey... I’m from Brooklyn.

INDIANA

But we’ye been sailing for three

weeks!

BETSY

Stowed away in the banana barrel.

Ate my way to the bottom.

CLARE

(nauseous)

Charming.

BETSY

(pointing to Clare)

Hey, Indy... Who’s the babe?

CLARE

Your intellectual and emotional

superior.

BETSY

Yeah...well you’re gettin’ on my

nerves, Miss... Miss...

CLARE

(extends her hand)

"Doctor" Clare Clarke.

BETSY

(reluctantly shaking

Clare’s hand)

Betsy Tuffet...

CLARE

As in curds and whey?

BETSY

(getting tough)

Listen, sister... You better stay

away from Indy...

CLARE

My dear, he has no interest in me.

I’ve already celebrated my tenth

Birthday.

Indiana SHOOTS Clare an angry glance. Indy removes a wad of BILLS from

his pocket. He GIVES them to Betsy.

INDIANA

Look, Betsy... Why don’t you get

back on the boat... This time, as a

passenger.

SCRAGGY

Too late, Indy.

Scraggy points toward the OCEAN LINER. The boat is SEVERAL FEET from

shore. It SAILS back out to sea. Indiana STEAMS.

INDIANA

When’s the next one out?

SCRAGGY

Two weeks.

Indiana GRUMBLES. An amused Dr. Clarke gets back into the car. Indy

SHOVES Betsy inside. He is FURIOUS.

Before Indiana gets into the car, GUTTERBUHG steps out from the

alleyway. He TOSSES the tiny mechanical COCKROACH at Indiana. The

roach ATTACHES itself to Indy’s TROUSER LEG. The tiny transmittor is

very LIGHT. Indiana can feel NOTHING. He gets INTO the car. Scraggy

BLESSES the Taxi and gets into the driver’s seat.

Gutterbuhg WATCHES as the battered Model-T DRIVES OFF. The NAZI turns,

walking in an opposite direction. The CAMERA FOLLOWS Gutterbuhg, as he

enters a SEEDY WATERFRONT HOTEL.

INT. HOTEL

Gutterbuhg walks through the DIMLY LIT lobby, filled with dusty, tacky

African furnishings. He turns a corner, into a NARROW, decrepid

hallway. He STOPS at the last DOORWAY. Room 113. He OPENS the door

with a key and ENTERS.

INT. ROOM

A SMALL, MUSTY Hotel room. It is furnished with a SINGLE BED, A SOFA,

TWO CHAIRS and A FIRE PLACE. Two BIZARRE AFRICAN STATUES adorn the

fireplace mantle. Gutterbuhg carefully LOCKS the room door. He walks

to the FIREPLACE. He TILTS one of the African statues forward. There

is a mechanical, CREAKING SOUND. Suddenly, the SOFA BEGINS TO MOVE. It

SLIDES a few feet, revealing an OPENING BENEATH THE FLOOR. A STAIRCASE

leads into the opening. Gutterbuhg DESCENDS the stairs.

INT. OPENING

Gutterbuhg enters a LARGE, BRIGHTLY LIT ROOM. We are inside of A

SECRET NAZI HEADQUARTERS. The room is filled with various

COMMUNICATIONS EQUIPMENT and RADIO TRANSMITTERS. SEVERAL NAZI SOLDIERS

are seated before the equipment, monitoring various radio signals. An

enormous GLASS PANEL covers one wall. THROUGH THE PANEL WE SEE

TWO SPEEDBOATS. LONG. SLEEK. HIGH POWERED. MAHOGANY HULLED. Both

speedboats are adorned with a SWASTIKA. They FLOAT in water, in an

UNDERGROUND, MAN-MADE CHAMBER. Directly BESIDE the speedboats, parked

on a STONE INCLINE, are TWO AUTOMOBILES. The cars are enormous,

beautiful "WOODIES". Equipped with a RUNNING BOARD and WOOD PANELLED

SIDES. The cars GLISTEN. BRAND NEW.

Gutterbuhg turns to KLAUS, a hulking Nazi who stands in the corner.

Pointing to Klaus’ FEET, Gutterbuhg SHOUTS an order to Klaus. CAMERA

PANS to Klaus’ feet. The Nazi’s BOOT IS UNTIED. A LONG STRING dangles

on the floor. The embarassed Klaus KNEELS and sloppily RE-TIES his

shoe.

Gutterbuhg turns to a Nazi who sits at a RADIO RECEIVER. The Nazi

wears HEADPHONES, LISTENING for a transmission. THE LONG, FRIGHTENING

SHADOW OF A MAN overcomes Gutterbuhg. He TURNS. FEAR covers

Gutterbuhg’s face. The shadow RAISES its arm. HEIL HITLER! Gutterbuhg

also RAISES his right arm. But a BIZARRE, MECHANICAL SQUEAK, is caused

by the movement of his arm.

LIEUTENANT WERNER VON MEPEISTO

stands BEFORE Gutterbuhg. Mephisto is a NAZI nightmare. His face is

THICK and BULLISH. His bulging eyes are a reddish BROWN, giving him

the appearance of a DEMON from hell. He has NO FACIAL HAIR. NO

eyebrows. NO eyelashes. Completely BALD. His body is THICK. MUSCULAR.

He is over SIX FEET TALL. He GLARES down at Gutterbuhg.

MEPHISTO

(German, English

subtitles)

Were you successful?

Gutterbuhg gives a TIMID NOD. With trembling fingers, he reaches over

and TURNS UP THE VOLUME of the radio transmission. The voices of

Indiana, Betsy, Clare and Scraggy echo through a TINNY SPEAKER.

Mephisto manages a pleased GRUNT.

MEPHISTO

(German, English

subtitles)

Keep a record of everything that is

said.

Gutterbuhg NUDGES the officer before him. The officer hurriedly begins

to SCRAWL a manuscript of the radio transmission. Mephisto NODS.

MEPHISTO

(German, English

subtitles)

Ever since our battle for the Lost

Ark... The feuhrer has been very

interested in the adventures of

Indiana Jones. Very interested.

CUT TO:

EXT. ZOOLOGICAL COMPOUND

A miniature ZOO. The PEACEFUL compound is surrounded with small man

made lakes and palm trees. There are countless METAL CAGES, filled

with various ANIMALS. The TIGERS, LIONS, GORILLAS and other violent

creatures, are kept BEHIND BARS. But the LLAMAS, GIRAFFES, DEER and

various tame animals are FREE to roam the compound grounds.

Indiana ENTERS with Clare, Betsy and Scraggy. The persistant Betsy is

ANNOYING Indy. She attempts to SNUGGLE closer to him. Indiana PUSHES

her away. Betsy TRIES to hold his hand. Indy SHAKES her loose. Scraggy

WATCHES all of this, GIGGLING to himself.

We hear SINGING. A high, pitched BEAUTIFUL VOICE. Clare walks to the

far end of the compound, toward the SINGING. The others FOLLOW. Betsy

walks by BONZO, A LARGE CHIMPANZEE. As Betsy PASSES, the chimp catches

a FAMILIAR SMELL. Bonzo begins to FOLLOW Betsy.

Clare OPENS the door of a large metal cage. Here, the singing is

LOUDER. Clare ENTERS the cage. Indiana FOLLOWS. Scraggy BLESSES the

cage, then enters. Betsy MOVES to go inside, but Bonzo’s LARGE HAIRY

HAND REACHES OUT and GRABS BETSY! PULLING the girl OFF SCREEN!

INT. CAGE

Filled with hand made wooden and bamboo FURNITURE. TYKI, the adorable

PYGMY from Marcus’ film, is INSIDE. Tyki is dressed only in a BELTED,

leather loin cloth and SANDALS. He is perched on the floor, working on

a large TAPESTRY. The tapestry depicts a colorful picture of CLOUDS.

The buildings of a LARGE CITY are REFLECTED on the clouds. Tyki

pleasantly SINGS as he does his work.

Upon hearing the cage door OPEN, Tyki LOOKS UP. He SEES Clare. A

JOYOUS SMILE covers his face. The pygmy RUNS to Clare, giving her a

huge HUG and a KISS. Clare INTRODUCES Tyki to the others.

CLARE

Tyki... This is Doctor Jones...

Tyki EXTENDS his right hand. He SHAKES Indiana’s hand. Indiana is

CHARMED by the civilized display of friendship. Indy SMILES at Clare.

INDIANA

He’s a real gentleman.

CLARE

(shrugs)

Just basic manners. What it takes

most men a lifetime to learn...

Tyki’s accomplished in two weeks.

(introduces Scraggy)

This is our guide, Scraggy Brier...

and Miss Bets--

Clare pauses, noticing that Betsy is MISSING. Clare suddenly breaks

into a LAUGH! She points OFF SCREEN. Everyone TURNS.

EXT. COMPOUND

Bonzo is being extremely AFFECTIONATE toward Betsy. The chimpanzee

PULLS and GRABS at Betsy. It is all VERY SIMILIAR to what Betsy has

been doing to Indiana. Betsy WRESTLES with Bonzo, CALLING Indy for

help.

INT. CAGE

Everyone CHUCKLES at Betsy’s dillemma.

CLARE

It appears that Bonzo is attracted

to Miss Tuffet’s Perfume... Eau De

Banana Peel.

Tyki has gone back to his ARTWORK. A FASCINATED Indiana looks over the

pygmy’s shoulder.

INDIANA

Where did you find him?...

CLARE

About ten miles from here. We were

on a photographic expedition...in

the thick of the jungle... I heard

sounds. Whimpering. Moaning. I took

a few steps, and found Tyki. He was

lying in a shallow swamp...semi

conscious...a high fever...nearly

dead from exhaustion. He had

obviously been travelling on foot

for many days, over countless

miles... So I brought him back to

the compound...nursed him back to

health...

Indiana STARES at the pygmy. A skeptical look COVERS his face.

INDIANA

Clare, I hate to quibble with your

anthropological abilities...

CLARE

Quibble.

INDIANA

...but if this little fellow is over

200 years old... I mean... What

accounts for his youthful

appearance?...his vitality?...

Clare OPENS a door at the rear of the cage. It LEADS into another

room, directly behind the CAGE. Clare and Indiana ENTER. Scraggy STAYS

behind. He EXCHANGES a friendly smile with Tyki. Meanwhile, in the

BACKGROUND, we see BETSY and the CHIMPANZEE. They ROLL BY on the

ground. Still WRESTLING.

CLOSE UP: PEACE STONE.

A FRUIT FLY crawls along the peach pit’s surface.

CLARE (O.S.)

Tyki was wearing this when I found

him.

CAMERA PULLS BACK. We are in a SMALL, STERILE ROOM. The peach stone

rests on a TABLE. Indiana and Clare STAND over the stone. Indy PICKS

UP the stone, examining it. An annoying FRUIT FLY buzzes around Indy’s

head. CAMERA PANS DOWN to Indiana’s trouser leg. The RADIO TRANSMITTOR

is still attached to his pants. The tiny bug’s eyes BLINK. RED.

CUT TO:

SGT. GUTTERBUHG.

He stands inside of Nazi Headquarters, huddled over the RADIO. The

VOICES of Indiana and Clare echo over the speaker. Gutterbuhg

FURIOUSLY transcribes the conversation.

CLARE (O.S.)

Dr. Jones, you are obviously

familiar with the legend of Sun Wu-

King’s Garden of Immortal Peaches?...

INDIANA (O.S.)

A bite from the fruit of that peach

tree would give a person eternal

life...make them forever young...

The vicious Gutterbuhg SMILES. CAMERA PANS to his notebook. Gutterbuhg

underlines the words "FOREVER YOUNG".

CUT BACK TO:

INDIANA

STUDYING the peach pit. The fruit fly continues to BUZZ around

Indiana’s head.

INDIANA

There’s nothing unusual about this

...nothing to indicate that it’s

from Sun Wu Kung’s garden...

The fruit fly LANDS on Indiana’s neck. Indy SMACKS the fly! KILLING

it! A SHOCKED Clare RUNS to Indiana. She GRABS his hand and GENTLY

removes what remains of the fruit fly. She GLARES at Indiana. FURIOUS.

CLARE

This fruit fly had a normal lifespan

of TWENTY FOUR HOURS.

(frustrated sigh)

As an experiment...the fly was put

in this room...alone...with only the

peach stone to sustain its

existence. The fly stayed alive for

THREE WEEKS.

(looks at dead fly)

Until now.

She FLICKS the’fly against the wall. Indy gives an EMBARASSED SHRUG.

INDIANA

Sorry.

Indiana and Clare are suddenly INTERRUPTED by the sound of Scraggy and

Tyki’s LAUGHTER. This is followed by the two of them having a

DISCUSSION! In Tyki’s FOREIGN TONGUE! Clare and Indy exchange a

SHOCKED GLANCE and DASH out of the room.

INT. CAGE

Scraggy and Tyki are having a CONVERSATION. Clare POINTS to Scraggy,

giving a PUZZLED LOOK to Indiana.

CLARE

He understands him?

INDIANA

(nods)

Scraggy knows hundreds of

languages... He’s the best guide in

Africa.

(turns to Scraggy)

Ask Tyki where he came from.

Scraggy NODS and ASKS Tyki. Tyki ANSWERS and POINTS to the painting of

the clouds. Scraggy TRANSLATES.

SCRAGGY

He say... "I come from ’Land Of City

On Clouds’".

INDIANA

(puzzled)

Huh?... What the hell’s that s’posed

to mean?

(to Scraggy)

Can he take us there?

Scraggy ASKS Tyki. Tyki ANSWERS. He and Scraggy LAUGH hysterically.

Scraggy LOOKS at Indiana.

SCRAGGY

He say if he could... He would go

back!

Tyki OFFERS some more information to Scraggy. Scraggy TRANSLATES.

SCRAGGY

He say "Pai Cho" may help you.

Indiana’s eyes WIDEN. STARTLED. AMAZED. Clare LOOKS at Indy. PUZZLED.

CLARE

"Pai Cho"?

INDIANA

The Sacres Proverbs and Writings of

Sun Wu Kung.

(anxious, looking at

Scraggy)

His disciples always carry the Pai

Cho with them...

Scraggy ASKS Tyki. The pygmy NODS and REMOVES his belt. We see that

the thick belt actually unravels into a CLOTH SCROLL. Tyki KISSES the

scroll and GIVES it to Scraggy. Scraggy nervously OPENS the scroll. It

is filled with countless ANCIENT CHINESE WRITINGS and PROVERBS.

Indiana STARES over Scraggy’s shoulder.

INDIANA

Can you translate it?...

Scraggy NODS. Indiana’s eyes ANXIOUSLY scan the document. He is

BREATHLESS. EXCITED. The SOUND TRACK MUSIC SOARS.

Suddenly, BETSY AND THE CHIMPANZEE FALL INTO FRAME! ON TOP OF THE

SCROLL! Bonzo STRADDLES Betsy, trying to move his lips TOWARD hers!

She is SCREAMING!

BETSY

Get...him...off...of...me...!

Bonzo moves its lips to Betsy and gives her a BIG KISS! SMACK! Betsy

GRIMACES. Finally, Clare begins to make BIZARRE MONKEY HAND MOTIONS

and SOUNDS. Bonzo TURNS. He UNDERSTANDS Clare. She continues to

COMMUNICATE with the chimp, until Bonzo turns and RUNS out of the

cage! Indiana and Scraggy exchange an IMPRESSED GLANCE. Betsy WIPES

the kiss from her lips.

CUT TO:

CLOSE UP: A FLASHING NEON SIGN.

It reads: "DASHIELL’S AMERICAN BAR". It adorns the front of a stylish,

Mozambique NIGHTCLUB.

INT. DASHIELL’S BAR

DIMLY lit. SMOKY. Filled with cloth covered TABLES and ornamental,

AFRICAN furnishings. A 9 piece JAZZ BAND plays SWING TUNES. A few

couples SWAY on the dance floor. The place is swarming with NAZIS.

Many are SEATED at the bar. Others are scattered at various TABLES

throughout the restaurant. Some stand in CORNERS. Lurking in the

SHADOWS. They are all looking in one direction, watching one man...

INDIANA JONES.

Indy sits with Scraggy, Clare and Betsy, at a table near the REAR of

the restaurant. They are eating DINNER. But Indy, Scraggy and Clare

are more interested in the Stone Monkey SCROLLS. A very NERVOUS

Scraggy TRANSLATES. Indiana, wearing his spectacles, takes pages and

pages of NOTES. Searching for a CLUE. An INTERESTED Clare reads over

Indiana’s shoulder. Betsy tries to become INCLUDED in the discussion.

But everyone IGNORES her. Scraggy continues to TRANSLATE.

SCRAGGY

"Sun Wu Kung run like fire,

He journey to Many Monkey Land,

To build his final empire."

BETSY

Who’s Sun Wu-Kung?

INDIANA

(ignoring Betsy, to

Scraggy)

Many Monkey Land... That’s a

definite reference to Africa.

BETSY

Africa?... He journeyed to

Africa?...

CLARE

(also ignores Betsy, to

Indiana)

That confirms our suspicions that he

may have formed his Civilization

here...

BETSY

What civilization?

INDIANA

(angry, to Betsy)

Betsy. Keep your trap shut. This

doesn’t concern you.

BETSY

(insulted)

Fine. Terrific. Who cares about this

stuff anyway! We’re in a nightclub.

We should be havin’ fun.

(grabs Indiana’s hand)

C’mon, Indy. Let’s dance.

INDIANA

Later.

BETSY

What a buncha’ stiffs!

(condescending, to

Clare)

Bet you can’t dance.

CLARE

Quite the contrary...I spent several

months studying dance.

BETSY

Oh yeah? Whattayou’ know?... The

Bunny Hop?... The Jitterbug?...

CLARE

(shakes her head)

The Bondogea. The Kyebe Kyebe. The

Dungumaro.

BETSY

Huh?

CLARE

African Tribal dances.

BETSY

Never heard of ’em.

CLARE

Of course not. They’re beyond the

spectrum of your microscopic world.

Insulted, Betsy GOBBLES down her glass of wine and TURNS back to

Indiana, who is still deeply CONCENTRATING on the scrolls.

UNDER THE TABLE

Betsy’s FOOT reaches across the floor. It RESTS on Indy’s leg. Betsy

begins to RUB against Indiana’s trouser leg. The red eyed MECHANICAL

BUG is still attached to Indiana’s trousers.

INDIANA

GLARES at Betsy. Clare REACHES for her cup of coffee. She NOTICES that

the coffee cup trembles SLIGHTLY. Clare GLANCES beneath the table, and

sees Betsy RUBBING Indy’s leg. Clare is DISGUSTED.

ABOVE the table, Clare shoots a scowl of DISAPPROVAL at Indy. A

FLUSTERED Indy tries to explain...but is suddenly INTERRUPTED by a

hand on his shoulder. It is DASHIELL, the suave, HANDSOME owner of the

restaurant. Dashiell gives a CHARMING SMILE to everyone at the table.

DASHIELL

Enjoying your dinners?...

Everyone NODS, expressing their thanks. Dashiell LEANS close to

Indiana and WHISPERS.

DASHIELL

Watch yourself, sport. Most of the

talk here tonight is about you. And

it isn’t good.

Indiana’s eyes DART around the room. He sees the VARIOUS NAZIS.

WATCHING him. Indy gives a CONFIDENT SMILE. A WORRIED Dashiell

continues WHISPERING to Indiana.

DASHIELL

I don’t know what you’ve done to the

Nazis. But they are certainly no

friends of yours.

CUT TO:

EXT. ZOOLOGICAL COMPOUND

DARK. SILENT. Many of the animals are ASLEEP in their cages. A

SECURITY GUARD keeps watch on the compound. He STANDS outside of the

METAL GATES. There is a SUDDEN SOUND. The guard TURNS.

THE FIGURES OF THREE MEN stand before him. In the SHADOWS. The NERVOUS

Guard places a hand on his holster.

GUARD

Who’s there?...

We hear a MECHANICAL CREAK. A MAN’S LEATHER GLOVED HAND extends from

the shadows. The hand’s FINGER is POINTED at the Security GUARD.

CLOSE UP: VARIOUS ANIMALS

The sound of RAPID MACHINE GUN FIRE echoes throughout the camp! CAMERA

RECORDS the animal’s SHOCKED REACTIONS!

THE SECURITY GUARD

lies on the GROUND. DEAD. His body riddled with BULLETS. The SHINY,

BLACK BOOTS of the three men PASS his body. We notice that one of the

boot’s SHOELACES are untied.

TYKI

STARES into the dark night. FEAR covers his face. He is SEATED inside

of his cage. A CANDLE flickers beside him. Tyki’s hands REST on the

beautiful tapestry. Tyki LISTENS. He hears FOOTSTEPS. COMING toward

his cage. Tyki REACHES to his side. He grabs a STONE DAGGER.

Suddenly, a LOOD GONSHOT! The SPLINTERED LOCK from Tyki’s cage goes

spinning across the floor. The cage door CREAKS OPEN.

GUTTERBUHG stands in the doorway. TWO NAZI SOLDIERS, HELMUT and KLACE

(who we met earlier), are beside him. Gutterbuhg SMILES. His stiff

right arm EXTENDS from his side. His leather gloved INDEX FINGER is

POINTING ahead.

Tyki GROWLS at the Nazis. He STANDS. RAISING the stone dagger OVER HIS

HEAD.

Gutterbuhg’s FINGER BEGINS TO RAPIDLY FIRE BULLETS! His MECHANICAL ARM

is actually a A MACEINE GUN!

The bullets TEAR through Tyki’s tapestry. They make a crooked,

tattered line through the BEAUTIFOL WORK. DESTROYING it. A terrified

Tyki WATCHES.

Gutterbuhg STOPS shooting. He REMOVES the empty cartridge from a SLOT

in his mechanical arm, and REPLACES it with another. He points the

DEADLY FINGER at Tyki. A trembling Tyki DROPS the dagger. The three

NAZIS walk toward the helpless pygmy.

CUT TO:

INT. DASHIELL’S BAR

Indiana, Scraggy and Clare CONTINUE to excitedly STUDY the map. A

NEGLECTED Betsy POURS herself the last of the wine. She is very DRUNK,

singing along with the band’s version of Cole Porter’s "Night and

Day".

BENEATH THE TABLE

Betsy continues to RUB her FOOT against Indiana’s leg.

INDIANA

tries to IGNORE Betsy’s playing. Scraggy continues to TRANSLATE the

scroll.

SCRAGGY

"With his Golden Hooped Rod,

And its powerful lightning rays,

Sun Wu Kung build Water Curtain Cave,

Where he live for 500 days."

CLARE

The Golden Hooped Rod?

INDIANA

A heavenly staff with many different

powers...most notably, it had the

ability to transform itself into

hundreds of objects...

(staring)

It remains the most priceless

treasure of Sun Wu Kung’s empire.

CLARE

And what is the...the Water Curtain

Cave?

INDIANA

Sun Wu Kung’s legendary hideout...an

enormous secret cave, hidden behind

a running waterfall.

Clare again REACHES for her coffee. The cup and saucer are still

TREMBLING. Clare PEEKS under the table, and again SEES Betsy’s foot

RUBBING Indiana’s leg. Clare gives a revolted GRUMBLE. Indiana

EXCITEDLY explains Scraggy’s translation.

INDIANA

This proves that the Water Curtain

Cave exists in Africa...

(to Scraggy)

Does it mention anything about Sun

Wu Kung’s travels?

SCRAGGY

(reading scroll)

Only place called..."Twisted Snake

Water".

INDIANA

The Zarnbesi River! It has a

reputation for its deadly water

snakes...

CLARE

It would have been Sun Wu Kung’s

logical path.

INDIANA

(confident, anxious)

It will also be our logical path.

Clare SMILES.

BENEATH THE TABLE

Betsy’s foot CONTINUES to rub Indiana’s leg. Finally Indy reaches

down, trying to SLAP Betsy’s foot away! But Indy’s hand STUMBLES upon

something else. The MECHANICAL BUG. Indy TRIES to remove the bug. But

the tiny device WON’T BUDGE.

ABOVE TABLE

Indiana’s hand is buried beneath the table, STRUGGLING to remove the

bug. To Clare, it appears as if Indy is PLAYING with Betsy’s foot.

Clare gives an INCREDULOUS look to Indiana.

CLARE

Please try to control that monstrous

libido of yours!

Indiana finally REMOVES the mechanical bug. He LIFTS it above the

table. EXAMINING it. Clare is about to ASK a question. Indy INDICATES

for her to "Shhhh". He COVERS the bug and WHISPERS to the others.

INDIANA

We have to get back to the compound.

Tyki may be in danger.

Indiana, Clare and Scraggy HURRY from the table. A TIPSY Betsy

Follows. Indiana passes the JAZZ BAND. He nonchalantly DROPS the

mechanical bug into the trumpet player’s HORN! The trumpet player

hits a PIERCING HIGH NOTE!

CUT T0:

NAZI HEADQUARTERS

The Nazi wearing the radio HEADPHONES emits a LOUD SCREAM! His

eardrums BURSTING with the trumpet sound!

CUT TO:

INT. COMPOUND

Gutterbuhg, Klaus and Helmut LEAD the bound and gagged Tyki OUT OF THE

COMPOUND. They keep their LUGERS at his back. Suddenly, Klaus TRIPS

over something. A FAWN. Klaus GROWLS. He SHOUTS a German order to

Helmut, who GRABS a tight hold of the baby deer. Klaus AIMS his luger

at the fawn’s head. Gutterbuhg and Helmut exchange a chilling LAUGH.

Tyki stares in HORROR. Klaus CLICKS the luger...ready to SHOOT...

There is an earth shattering CRACK! A WHIP SHOOTS INTO FRAME! The whip

WRAPS ITSELF around the luger! TEARING the gun OUT of Klaus’ hand! The

fawn breaks FREE and RUNS OFF. The Nazis exchange a SHOCKED glance.

They TURN and SEE

INDIANA JONES! He stands a FEW FEET away. Holding the WHIP. Indiana

POINTS to Tyki, angrilly SHOUTING to the Nazis.

INDIANA

Get your hands off him.

Gutterbuhg LAUGES. He POINTS his finger at Indiana. Indy is PUZZLED.

The finger begins to SHOOT! RAPID MACHINE GUN FIRE! Indy DIVES for

cover.

Holding Tyki CAPTIVE, the Nazis TURN and begin to RUN out of the

compound. Indy gets to his FEET. He LIFTS his gun. Ready to SHOOT. But

the Nazis are running behind SEVERAL ROWS OF CAGES, filled with

ANIMALS. Indiana CAN’T SHOOT. He dashes back OUTSIDE.

EXT. ZOOLOGICAL COMPOUND

Located on the WATERFRONT. Countless rows of LONG, WOODEN DOCKS line

the marina. The Nazis run to below a ROTTED, ANCIENT DOCK. Here, one

of their SPEEDBOATS waits. Motor RUNNING. RUDOLPH, a pudgy Nazi, is at

the wheel. The Nazis hurriedly CLIMB into the speedboat, PUSHING Tyki

inside with them.

Indy RUNS to Scraggy’s Model-T. Scraggy SITS in the driver’s seat.

Betsy and Clare SIT in the rear. A drunk Betsy still sings "Night and

Day". Indy leaps onto the SIDEBOARD. He SEES the Nazis ahead, CLIMBING

into the speedboat. Indy motions for Scraggy to DRIVE. FAST. TOWARD

the dock.

The Nazi speedboat SHOOTS FORWARD. Moving BENEATH the dock.

Scraggy’s Model-T FOLLOWS ABOVE, along the SHAKY dock. Indiana RIDES

the car’s rusted sideboard. He SEES the speedboat below, through the

WIDE OPENINGS in the dock’s slated boards. Indy begins to SHOOT at the

Nazis. Gutterbuhg raises his mechanical arm, FIRING SHOTS back at

Indiana.

Machine gun fire SPLINTERS the dock boards, SLICING through the

Model-T. The side mirror is BLASTED to pieces. The floor beneath Betsy

and Clare erupts with FLYING BULLETS. JUST MISSING the girls. Clare is

HORRIFIED. Betsy laughs HYSTERICALLY.

The Model-T is less than TWENTY FEET from the end of the dock. If they

continue ahead, the car will PLUNGE SEVERAL FEET INTO THE WATER! But

Scraggy doesn’t take his FOOT from the gas.

GUTTERBUHG smiles, seeing the vast ocean ahead. Knowing he’