Raiders of the Lost Ark Page #6

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The lovely Mercedes limousine blows up.

40 EXT. HOK’S PALACE - SECOND FLOOR WALKWAY - DAY 40

The Germans spin toward the blast. Drawing weapons, they run

back to investigate. Hok follows them, confused.

41 INT. HOK’S MUSEUM 41

Indy and the Samurai face each other. They’re both breathing

hard from previous, no-contact passes at each other. Now Indy

begins swinging the whip over his head again. It whizzes out

toward the Samurai’s face. The Samurai take two lightning-

quick cuts at the leather, but misses.

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Indy swings for the Samurai’s feet; the Samurai jumps nimbly,

slashing at the whip. Indy does it gain. The Samurai hops it.

Once more. The Samurai is concentrating on hopping it.

Indy sees it. The split second he wants. The whip flashes up

from the floor and wraps solidly and irrevocably around the

Samurai’s neck. Indy gives it a murderous pull and the

Samurai is dead on his feet.

42 EXT. HOK’S PALACE - SECOND FLOOR WALKWAY - DAY 42

Hok and the three Germans are looking down at the flaming

remains of the Mercedes. A look of concern crosses Hok’s

face. He turns and runs back toward his beloved museum.

43 INT. HOK’S MUSEUM 43

Indy is at the case containing the headpiece. He smashes the

glass with a samurai sword, reaches in and grabs the piece.

Immediately, behind him, the huge hammer falls and the sound

of the gong thunders through the museum.

44 EXT. HOK’S PALACE - SECOND FLOOR WALKWAY - DAY 44

At the sound of the gong, the running Hok skids to a halt

with a crazed expression on his face. He disappears for two

seconds in an alcove and emerges holding a big, black

Thompson Submachine Gun. He runs across the foot bridge and

is just barely over it when it blows up. Hok, safe, looks

behind him in amazement and then turns to the museum.

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45 INT. HOK’S MUSEUM 45

The double doors at the entrance slam open to reveal Hok.

Indy is halfway along an unprotected wall back to his

ventilation entry route. Hok opens up on him, cutting off his

retreat. Indy jumps behind a marble column, which is promptly

blasted with machine gun fire.

Indy looks above him, sees the giant disk of the gong.

Reaching up, pushing with tremendous effort, he maneuvers it

off the hook. It bounces to the floor on its side, chipping

the marble with its monstrous weight. Indy steadies it and

then puts his whole body into rolling it across the room

toward the window. As it starts to roll, Indy slips behind it

and runs across the room with it.

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Hok can see the rolling gong. He opens up on it. The vicious

cacophony of machine gun fire is joined by the musical

reports of bullets hitting the gong and ricocheting away.

Very, very noisy.

Behind the gong, Indy gauges his move. As the gong is about

to be stopped by a marble bench, Indy takes a long stride

onto a bench and dives through the glass of the high window.

Hok’s bullets hit the wall.

46 EXT. ROOF - DAY 46

Indy lands in a shower of glass on the jutting roof of the

museum’s first floor. He rolls to a crouch and is immediately

being fired upon. The Germans, cut off from the museum, are

standing on the palace walkway firing at him. Indy takes off

fast for the rear of the museum.

47 EXT. ALLEY BEHIND HOK’S MUSEUM - DAY 47

Kehoe, craning to locate Indy, has the Ford rolling slowly

along the back of the museum. Bang scouts from the back seat.

Indy appears on the roof at a run, gauges the movement of the

car and jumps from the roof of the museum to the roof of the

sedan. Unfortunately, the roof of the old car can’t take it

and Indy’s legs knife right on through to the interior, where

he scares the hell out of Kehoe.

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48 INT. KEHOE’S CAR - DAY 48

Indy squirms his way down into the front seat.

KEHOE:

Jesus! Are you all right?

INDY:

(he’s felt better)

Great. Got it.

Kehoe guns it, throwing Indy back against the cushions.

KEHOE:

What now?

INDY:

I’ve got to get to Nepal.

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49 OMIT 49

WIPE TO:

50 EXT. DC-3 IN THE AIR - DUSK 50

The plane flies west into the sunset.

51 INT. DC-3 - NIGHT 51

Under a meager seat light, Indy is pouring over a journal

article by Abner Ravenwood and a related map of Nepal.

A few rows back, across the aisle, a trenchcoated European

Spy eyes Indy.

WIPE TO:

52 INT. “THE RAVEN” SALOON - PATAN, NEPAL - NIGHT 52

A huge stuffed raven, wings spread wide, is mounted behind

the long bar in the noisy, crowded saloon. A lively mix of

patrons is represented in the late hour tableau: Nepalese

natives, fierce Sherpa mountain guides, sleazy international

smugglers and fugitives, and, of course, mountain climbers

from every corner of the earth. A tall Nepalese, MAHDLO, is

the bartender.

In a corner near the fireplace trouble breaks out suddenly

between the groups at two neighboring tables. Ferocious

representatives from each table - one a wild-looking SHERPA,

the other a muscular Australian CLIMBER - jump up to face

each other. As the two contenders stand posed for action,

their representative supporters shift in their places,

fondling lethal ice axes and clubs.

SHERPA:

Gmoiska! Shurga rintoik!

CLIMBER:

Aye! That’ll be your last word.

The bar has quieted ominously and so we hear with startling

clarity when - a door behind the bar slams open with a huge

BANG! and some Presence, too small to be seen as it moves

through the forest of towering patrons, makes a beeline for

the troubled corner of the bar. A path clears for it.

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The Sherpa and the Climber are about to kill each other when

the Presence arrives directly between them: she is MARION

RAVENWOOD, twenty-five years old, beautiful, if a bit hard-

looking. At this moment, however, that look does not hurt.

She is not intimidated by the combatants; she jabs accusatory

fingers into their chests. She is angry as hell. The patrons

shrink under her gaze.

MARION:

That does it! I’ve been patient

with you no-goods long enough. I’m

not open at 2 o’clock for myself,

you know. It’s all for you. And how

do you repay me:
Trouble and noise

and blood on my floor! I won’t have

it. Everybody out! Out! Out! We’re

closed. Closed! Do your killing

outside! And don’t leave any bodies

on the porch!

The place clears quickly. Stragglers and grumblers are given

special attention by Marion and Mahdlo, who has come from

behind the bar carrying a big axe handle. Mahdlo herds the

crowd out the front door as Marion turns and walks behind the

bar.

A scowl on her lovely face, she has just begun clearing the

bar of glasses when she notices one remaining Patron huddled

over a glass at the far end of the bar. Grimacing in

exasperation, she heads that way like a locomotive.

MARION:

Hey you, deaf one! I said out of

place. I don’t meant next Easter, I

mean now-

She is almost on him when Indy looks up smiling. Marion

stops, stares, shocked.

INDY:

Hello, Marion.

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