Indiana Jones And The Last Crusade Page #6

INDY:

...the search for fact. Not truth.

If it's truth you're interested in,

Doctor Tyree's Philosophy class is

right down the hall.

Laughter.

INT. CORRIDOR - DAY

INDY:

So forget any ideas you've got about

lost cities, exotic travel, and

digging up the world. You do not

follow maps to buried treasure and

"X" never, ever, marks the spot.

MARCUS BRODY approaches Indy's classroom. He peers through

the window in the door to see Indy completing his lecture.

INDY:

Seventy percent of all archaeology

is done in the library. Research.

Reading.

INT. LECTURE HALL - DAY

Brody enters the lecture hall and stands at the rear of the

room.

INDY:

We cannot afford to take mythology

at face value.

The BELL RINGS. Indy stands at his desk as students begin to

disperse. A pretty coed puts a note on the desk.

INDY:

Next week:
"Egyptology." Starting

with the excavation of Naukratis by

Blinders Petrie in 1885. I will be

in my office if anybody's got any

problems for the next hour and a

half.

Brody approaches as the last of the students leaves the

lecture hall.

INDY:

Marcus!

(slaps his pocket)

I did it!

BRODY:

You've got it!

Indy removes the cloth-wrapped Cross from his desk. He places

it on the desk and takes off his glasses as Brody examines

the Cross.

INDY:

You know how long I've been looking

for that?!

BRODY:

All your life.

INDY:

All my life!

BRODY:

Well done, Indy. Very well done,

indeed. This will find a place of

honor in our Spanish collection.

Indy gathers up his books and makes his way toward the door.

INDY:

We can discuss my honorarium over

dinner and champagne tonight.

He turns back toward Brody, now holding the Cross.

INDY:

Your treat.

BRODY:

Yes. My treat.

INT. INDY'S OUTER OFFICE - DAY

Bursting with STUDENTS, all competing for his attention at

once:
"Professor Jones!" "Doctor Jones!" etc., etc.

INDY:

Shush! Shush! Shush!

Indy shoulders his way to the desk of his secretary, an

overwhelmed Teaching Assistant named IRENE.

IRENE:

Doctor Jones! I'm so glad you're

back! Your mail is on your desk.

Here are your phone messages.

MALE STUDENT:

Doctor Jones, you promised... Doctor

Jones --

IRENE:

This is your appointment schedule.

And these term papers still haven't

been graded.

Indy takes the term papers then turns to enter his PRIVATE

OFFICE. Students once again CLAMOR for his attention: "Doctor

Jones!" "Wait, Doctor Jones!" "My grade!" "Sign my

registration card!"

Indy silences the mob with a raised hand.

INDY:

(very efficiently)

Okay. Irene, put everyone's name on

a list, in the order they arrived,

and I'll see each and every one of

them in turn.

The Students descend upon poor Irene, each claiming to be

first. Indy slips into his --

PRIVATE OFFICE:

Where he goes to his desk and finds a thick envelope with a

foreign postmark on it.

INDY:

(softly; reading)

"Venice, Italy."

Then, Indy stuffs his mail into his coat pockets, goes to

the WINDOW, slides it open and STEPS OUT INTO THE GARDEN.

EXT. SIDE OF COLLEGE BUILDING - DAY

Indy escapes through the garden.

EXT. FRONT OF COLLEGE BUILDING - DAY

Indy walks briskly toward the street; smiling, enjoying his

freedom. As he arrives at the curb, a LONG BLACK PACKARD

SEDAN pulls up before him.

MAN (O.S.)

Doctor Jones!

THREE MEN step out of the sedan. Everything about them

bespeaks "G-MAN." The First Man steps behind Indy.

MAN:

Doctor Jones?

INT. PENTHOUSE APARTMENT - DAY

Indy is ushered into a large Art Deco apartment and left

alone. Numerous museum-quality artifacts are displayed around

the room. Indy takes this opportunity to examine them.

After a moment, WALTER DONOVAN enters from across the room.

During the brief time that the door is open, we HEAR a

COCKTAIL PARTY going on in the next room: VOICES and SOFT

PIANO MUSIC.

Donovan strides across the room toward Indy. Although in his

late fifties, Donovan has the broad shoulders and trim

physique of a much younger man. Dressed in a tuxedo, he exudes

both confidence and power.

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