Raiders of the Lost Ark Page #3

Indy hesitates, eyeing the rumbling walls.

SATIPO:

You have no choice! Hurry!

Indy concurs with that assessment. He tosses the idol across

the pit to Satipo. Satipo stuffs it in the front pocket of

his jacket, gives Indy a look, then drops the whip on the

floor and runs.

SATIPO:

Adios, amigo!

9.

Indy grimaces. He had a feeling this might happen. He looks

around.

AT THE VINED LANDING, Satipo flies through like a chubby

ballet dancer and takes the steps five at a time.

IN THE FOYER, Indy runs in full stride to the edge of the pit

and broad jumps into space. He doesn’t make it. His body hits

the far side of the pit and he begins to slide out of view.

Only wild clawing with his fingers at the edge of the pit

stops his descent. With just the tips of his fingers over the

edge, he begins pulling himself up.

AT THE CHAMBER OF LIGHT, Satipo has slowed down. He begins to

edge carefully around the light shaft.

AT THE VINED LANDING, Indy sails through sideways and rolls

to stop at the bottom of the steps. His whip is grasped in

his hand. As he raises himself, he hears, from above the

giant spikes of the Chamber of Light CLANG! And an abrupt,

sickening rendition of SATIPO’S LAST SCREAM. Indy runs up the

steps. The rumbling sound grows louder.

AT THE CHAMBER OF LIGHT, Indy slides to a stop. The spikes

have retracted, taking Satipo’s body to one side. Indy edges

into the chamber with his back to the shaft of light. Soon he

is face to face with the dead Satipo; spikes protrude from

several vital spots in the Peruvian’s body. Indy removes the

idol from Satipo’s pocket and moves quickly out the other

side.

.

INDY:

Adios.

10 THE INCLINED PASSAGE 10

Indy shoots out of a cut-off hallway and turns toward the

exit. The rumbling is very loud and now we see why: right

behind Indy a huge boulder comes roaring around a corner of

the passage, perfectly form-fitted to the passageway. It

obliterates everything before it, sending the stalactites

shooting ahead like missiles. Indy dashes for the light of

the exit. His hat flies off his head. Almost immediately it

is crushed by the boulder. Indy dives out the end of the

passage as the boulder slams to a perfect fit at the

entrance, sealing the Temple.

11 EXT. FRONT OF THE TEMPLE - DAY 11

Indy lies on the ground, gasping for air. A shadow falls

across him and he looks up.

10.

WHAT HE SEES. Looming above him are three figures. Two are

HOVITOS WARRIORS in full battle paint and loin cloths. They

carry long blow guns. But the man in the center draws Indy’s

attention. He is a tall, impressive white man, dressed in a

full safari outfit including pith helmet. His name is EMILE

BELLOQ. His face is thin, powerful; his eyes hypnotic; his

smile charming, yet lethal. His heavily French-accented

speech is deep, mellifluous, wonderful. Back beyond Belloq

and his two escorts, thirty more Hovitos Warriors hover at

the edge of the trees.

BELLOQ:

Dr. Jones, you choose the wrong

friends. This time it will cost

you.

Belloq extends his hand. Indy looks at it, then produces the

idol and hands it to Belloq. Belloq extends his other hand,

smiling. Indy hands over his gun. Belloq sticks it in his

jacket.

BELLOQ:

And you thought I’d given up.

INDY:

(eyeing the Hovitos)

Too bad they don’t know you like I

do, Belloq.

.

BELLOQ:

(smiles)

Yes, too bad. You could warn

them... if only you spoke Hovitos.

With that, Belloq turns dramatically and holds the idol high

for all the Hovitos to see and says something in Hovitos.

There is a murmur of recognition and all the Indians,

including Belloq’s escorts, prostrate themselves upon the

ground, heads down.

Indy is immediately up and running toward the edge of the

clearing.

BELLOQ:

(in Hovitos)

Kill him!

AT THE EDGE OF THE CLEARING, Indy disappears into the

foliage. An instant later, the leaves are peppered with a

rain of poison darts and spears.

11.

12 EXT. THE JUNGLE - INDY’S RUN - VARIOUS SPOTS - DAY 12

Indy runs like hell through steadily falling terrain. And

always close behind, a swift gang of angry Hovitos.

Occasionally they get close enough to send a dart or spear

whizzing past Indy’s head.

13 EXT. THE URUBAMBA RIVER - DUSK 13

An amphibian plane sits in the water beneath a green cliff.

Sitting on the wing is JOCK, the British pilot. Indy breaks

out of some distant brush and runs along the path at the top

of the cliff.

INDY:

(yelling)

Get it going! Get it going!

Jock hops in and fires up the plane’s engines. Indy reaches a

spot on the cliff above the place, glances back, then jumps

into the river. He comes up, swims to the plane and grabs a

strut.

INDY:

GO!

Jock starts the plane moving across the water as Indy walks

across the wing and falls into the passenger compartment.

14 OMIT 14

15 OMIT 15

16 INT. JOCK’S PLANE - DUSK 16

Indy relaxes and lies across the seat, a big smile on his

face. One hand drops to the floor of the cabin and Indy

jumps, hitting his head. On the floor of the cabin is a huge

boa constrictor. Indy tries to get his whole body onto the

seat. Jock sees what’s happening.

.

JOCK:

Don’t mind him. That’s Reggie.

Wouldn’t hurt a soul.

INDY:

I can’t stand snakes.

12.

JOCK:

The world’s full of them, you know.

INDY:

I hate them.

JOCK:

Come on now, Sport. Show a little

of the old backbone.

17 EXT. JOCK’S PLANE - TWILIGHT 17

It soars off over the dark jungle.

18 INT. INDY’S OFFICE, SMALL EASTERN COLLEGE - DAY 18

It’s autumn and the pretty, New England campus out Indy’s

window reflects it in dazzling color. A few weeks before the

start of classes. Activity just picking up. Some students

about.

Indy is at a bookcase near the window and he looks quite

different in this setting. His outfit is tweedy, slightly

rumpled in the professional style. Part of his attention is

focused in a book and he wears glasses to see the fine print.

The office is cramped, absolutely innundated with books,

maps, etchings and archeological artifacts. In fact, the only

neat spot in the room right now is Indy’s desk, which has

been cleared off expressly for the benefit of-

MARCUS BRODY, the Curator of the National Museum in

Washington D.C. Brody is examining the small artifacts Indy

pocketed on his way into the Peruvian Temple. He occasionally

uses a jeweller’s eyepiece to get a closer look. But he is

distracted, his concerns elsewhere, and it is this that his

old friend Indy senses from across the room.

BRODY:

Do you think the idol will ever

show up?

INDY:

I don’t know. Just because Belloq

had it doesn’t mean he kept it.

Indy snaps the book closed and puts it on the shelf. He takes

his glasses off and focuses on Brody. At the windowed door to

his office, two pretty COEDS pause for a moment, look in at

their sexy Archeology professor, giggle and disappear.

.

13.

INDY:

Getting it away from those Indians

would be a neat trick.

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