Indiana Jones And The Last Crusade Page #23

HENRY:

Yes! The only thing that matters is

the Grail.

INDY:

What about Marcus?

HENRY:

Marcus would agree with me.

INDY:

Two selfless martyrs. Jesus Christ!

Henry slaps him across the face. Indy is rocked to his

foundations, not by any means entirely by the blow itself.

HENRY:

That's for blasphemy. The quest for

the Grail is not archaeology. It's a

race against evil. If it is captured

by the Nazis, the armies of darkness

will march all over the face of the

earth. Do you understand me?

INDY:

This is an obsession Dad. I never

understood it. Never. Neither did

Mom.

HENRY:

Oh yes, she did. Only too well.

Unfortunately she kept her illness

from me until all I could do was

mourn her.

EXT. CROSSROADS - DAY

Arrows point in opposite directions to VENICE and BERLIN.

The CAMERA MOVES IN on the portion of the sign reading BERLIN.

EXT. CITY SQUARE - BERLIN - NIGHT

A Nazi Rally -- a book-burning is in process.

The mound of burning books is ten feet tall and growing by

the minute as College Students and Nazi Brownshirts

continually toss more books onto the fire.

Flags, banners and standards displaying the swastika are

waved rhythmically from side to side in a motion that echoes

the mounting frenzy of the enormous crowd.

Indy and Henry walk toward the Square. Indy wears the uniform

of a Nazi Soldier. He is now buttoning up the tunic -- which

happens to be several sizes too big.

HENRY:

My boy, we are Pilgrims in an unholy

land.

Then... Indy sees something that makes him stop in his tracks.

WE PAN ALONG HIS LINE OF SIGHT to:

THE PODIUM:

Where high-ranking Officers of the Third Reich stand flanking

ADOLF HITLER as they oversee the rally.

ANOTHER ANGLE:

Elsa is walking away in an open area, background of torches,

vehicles, Nazi Officers... one of whom is now none other

than Indy, coming up to her before she knows he is there.

His voice is quiet and tough, his eyes hard.

INDY:

Fraulein Doctor. Where is it?

Still startled, her reaction makes it clear that Indy is

even now a lover in her thoughts.

ELSA:

How did you get here?

INDY:

Where is it? I want it.

Indy pushes Elsa against a column and begins to search her

clothing for the Diary. He pulls the book from Elsa's pocket.

ELSA:

You came back for the book? Why?

INDY:

My father didn't want it incinerated.

She understands him. It's as though he slapped her.

ELSA:

Is that what you think of me? I

believe in the Grail, not the

Swastika.

INDY:

(vicious)

Yet you stood up to be counted with

the enemy of everything the Grail

stands for -- who gives a damn what

you think?

ELSA:

(hard and fast)

You do.

Now it's as though she'd slapped him back. His hands fly to

her neck.

INDY:

All I have to do is squeeze.

ELSA:

All I have to do is scream.

It's a standoff emotionally. He knows he'd never do it. she

knows it too. And the same goes for screaming.

Indy releases her and backs away. She looks at him with a

lover's pain. He moves over to Henry.

INDY:

I've got it. Let's get the hell out

of here.

They move off and almost run headlong into Hitler and his

entire entourage coming down from the Podium. 50 kids push

their autograph books for Hitler's signature.

Hitler pauses to sign them. Hitler looks Indy's way. They

make eye contact. It only lasts a moment but the moment is

electric.

Hitler breaks the spell by taking the Grail Diary from him,

opens it to the first page and signs his autograph. He hands

it back and moves on.

EXT. AIRFIELD - BERLIN, GERMANY - DAY

Indy's motorcycle pulls up to the main terminal.

INT. TERMINAL BUILDING - DAY

A Plainclothes Agent distributes leaflets bearing HENRY'S

PICTURE to Nazi Soldiers inside the terminal.

Henry leans in a doorway reading a newspaper as Indy enters

down the stairs and taps Henry's shoulder.

They begin to walk toward the boarding gates.

HENRY:

What did you get?

INDY:

I don't know. The first available

flight out of Germany.

HENRY:

Good.

Indy and Henry show their papers to the Boarding Guards,

then join the line of passengers, which has already begun to

move toward a:

MOORED ZEPPELIN:

Ten stories tall and longer than two football fields: Flying

in the grand tradition!

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