Raiders of the Lost Ark Page #7

She hits him with a solid right to the jaw, knocking him off

the barstool on the floor. He rubs his jaw and smiles up at

her.

INDY:

Nice to see you, too.

MARION:

Get up and get out.

28.

INDY:

(getting up)

Take it easy. I’m looking for your

father.

.

MARION:

(bitterly)

Well you’re two years too late.

Indy’s attitude changes instantly. This is sad news. He is

silent for a long time. Mahdlo comes in the front door and

hurries forward when he sees Indy with Marion. He looks to

her for guidance, but she stays him with a gesture.

MARION:

(MORE)

Go home, Mahdlo. I’ll see you

tomorrow.

Mahdlo is hesitant, but lays the axe handle on the bar and

goes out. Indy has been barely aware of him. Now he settles

again on the barstool. Marion has a vindictive look. She’ll

let him stay, but she wants to inflict as much pain as

possible.

INDY:

What happened?

MARION:

Avalanche. Up there. He was

digging. What else? He spent his

whole life digging. Dragging me all

over this rotten earth. For what?

INDY:

Did you find him?

MARION:

Hell no. He’s buried where he was

working. Probably preserved real

good, too. In the snow.

Suddenly the hardness cracks. She is on the verge of tears

and does not want him to see them. She turns away and takes a

whiskey bottle from the shelf, then turns back to pour

herself a drink.

INDY:

Not a bad way to go. Doing what he

loved.

MARION:

(vitriolic)

Don’t give me that stuff!

29.

MARION(cont'd)

What do you know?

(she takes a drink)

I’m the one that was left in a bad

way. He didn’t have a penny. Guess

how I lived, Mister Jones. I worked

here. And I wasn’t the bartender.

(another swallow)

Finally the guy that owned the

joint went crazy. Snow crazy. They

took him away screaming. As they

dragged him out, he said the place

was all mine for life.

She looks around the saloon.

MARION:

Can you imagine a more evil curse?

.

(pause)

So far, it’s working.

INDY:

Why not leave? Go back to the

States.

MARION:

I’ll go back. I’ll get there. Not

that there’s a soul there who knows

my name of cares. But I’ll go. And

when I do, they’ll know me. ‘Cause

I’m going to go back in style. With

money. A soddamn lady!

INDY:

Where you gonna get it?

MARION:

If I knew that, you think I’d still

be running this dive?

Indy looks at her, thinking. Under his gaze, she blushes, for

reasons only she understands. She looks into her glass and,

for a moment, she softens.

MARION:

I’ll tell you something, Indy. I’ve

learned to hate you in the last ten

years. But somehow, no matter how

much I hated you, I always knew

that someday you’d come through

that door. I never doubted that.

Something made it inevitable.

(hopefully)

Why are you here... now... tonight?

30.

Indy takes a long time to answer.

INDY:

I need one of the pieces your

father collected.

Marion’s eyes go icy. She swings at him again with her right,

but this time he catches her at the wrist. Then he stops her

left, which she has brought up to slap him.

MARION:

You son-of-a-b*tch! You know what

you did to me, to my life? This is

your handiwork.

INDY:

I never meant to hurt you.

MARION:

I was a child!

INDY:

You knew what you were doing.

MARION:

I was in love.

INDY:

I guess that depends on your

definition.

MARION:

It was wrong. You knew it.

Indy releases her arms.

INDY:

Look, I did what I did. I don’t

expect you to be happy about it.

But maybe we can do each other some

good.

MARION:

Why start now?

INDY:

Shut up and listen for a second. I

want that piece your father had.

I’ve got money.

That stops her.

31.

MARION:

How much?

INDY:

Enough to get you back to the

States. Where are his things?

MARION:

Gone. I sold it all. It was all

junk. The junk he wasted his life

on.

INDY:

Everything?

Marion nods.

INDY:

(giving up)

That’s too bad.

Indy feels tired, defeated. Marion is pleased.

MARION:

You look disappointed. I like that.

How’s it feel?

Indy has to smile at her glee.

MARION:

(nods at his empty glass)

What are you drinking?

INDY:

Seltzer.

MARION:

(refilling his glass)

Real man’s drink. Me, I like

scotch. And I like bourbon. And

vodka and gin. I’m not much for

brandy. I’m off that.

She pours herself another as Indy watches, amused.

INDY:

You’re a tough broad now, aren’t

you?

MARION:

It’s no act, pal. This ain’t

Schenectady.

32.

INDY:

I can only say I’m sorry so many

times.

Marion looks at him thoughtfully, takes a drink.

MARION:

You really have money? You don’t

look rich.

(Indy nods)

I may be able to locate some of his

things. I know who’s got them. What

do you want?

INDY:

A bronze piece, about this size. In

the shape of the sun. Probably

broken off at the bottom. Has a

little hole in it, off-center. Does

that sound familiar.

Marion thinks, nods slowly.

INDY:

Do you know where it is?

MARION:

Maybe. How much?

INDY:

Three thousand. American.

MARION:

(negative)

That’ll get me back, but not in

style. This doodad must be pretty

important.

INDY:

Maybe.

A huge smile lights up Marion’s face.

MARION:

I knew it would happen eventually.

I knew it. Something had to go my

way.

(pours herself another

drink)

I’ve got to think this out. I’m

used to bargaining with yaks.

.

33.

INDY:

Okay. Five thousand. That’s all I

can give you now. I can get you

more when you land in the States.

MARION:

Your word, huh?

(Indy nods)

Just like you said you’d be back

last time? That was your word too.

INDY:

I’m back, aren’t I?

Marion sneers and they smile together.

INDY:

You can trust me.

MARION:

Come back tomorrow.

INDY:

Why?

MARION:

Because I said so, that’s why. It’s

about time I called the shots in

this relationship.

Indy nods, gets up to go.

MARION:

Wait a minute. Leave the five

thousand here.

(Indy hesitates)

You want trust, give some. I want

to smell your money.

Indy thinks about this a moment, then reaches inside his

shirt and pulls out cash from a money belt. He lays five

grand on the bar.

INDY:

I trust you.

MARION:

You’re an idiot.

INDY:

I’ve heard that.

34.

Indy starts for the door. Marion takes another drink. She’s

getting high.

MARION:

Hold it. Come here.

INDY:

(moving back)

Bossy, aren’t you?

MARION:

That’s right. Give me a kiss.

Indy looks into her eyes, then leans over the bar and kisses

her deeply. When the kiss ends, their faces are very close.

Marion is flushed. She liked it and would like more. She

raises her glass between them to discipline herself.

MARION:

Get out of my place.

Indy smiles and walks to the front door. Then, without

looking back-

INDY:

Tomorrow.

He’s gone. Marion stares after him, thinking. She takes a

drink. Then slowly, her hand comes up to loose the scarf that

is draped around her throat. It falls away, revealing her

graceful neck above the dipping top of her blouse. Hanging

there on a gold chain against her white skin is a sun-shaped

golden medallion. The bottom looks broken off. Marion lifts

the medallion so she can see it in her hand, then looks

thoughtfully after Indy.

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