Raiders of the Lost Ark Page #8

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53 EXT. STREETS OUTSIDE “THE RAVEN” - NIGHT 53

Indy sits thinking at the wheel of an old car. Finally, he

puts the car in gear and drives away.

Across the street, the shadow in a doorway comes to life. A

dark form steps out to look at Indy’s departing car; it is

the European Spy from the DC-3. He hurries off in the

opposite direction.

DISSOLVE TO:

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54 INT. “THE RAVEN” - NIGHT 54

Marion stands before the fire that is shrinking in the

fireplace. She jabs at it abstractedly with a poker,

thinking. Suddenly tears well up in her eyes. She lets the

poker slip from her hand, wipes away the tears. She walks

across the room to the end of the bar, still cluttered with

bottles and glasses, and stops at the pile of American money

Indy has left. She takes the chain from around her neck and

lets the medallion slide off it into her hand. She places it

on the bar next to the pile of money, thinking. Then, having

reached some decision, she picks up the pile of bills, walks

up the back of the bar and pulls a small wooden box from

under the bar. She flips open the top, puts the cash inside

and closes the top. She leaves the box on the bar and starts

back toward the medallion. The front door of the saloon

bursts open and Four Bad Men come in. Marion, halfway between

the valuable possessions and not wishing to draw attention to

either, stops where she is.

The Four Bad Men who advance on her are:

1) the obvious leader, a short, vile, sadistic German in

spectacles by the name of BELZIG.

2) a trenchcoated SECOND NAZI.

3) a ratty-looking NEPALESSE and

4) a mean MONGOLIAN. The second NAZI and the MONGOLIAN both

carry submachine gungs.

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BELZIG:

Good evening, Fraulein.

MARION:

The bar’s closed.

BELZIG:

We are not thirsty.

The Mongolian and the Nepalese poke around, checking to make

sure there’s no one else there.

Down at the end of the bar, the medallion lies partially

hidden by surrounding glasses and bottles. The Second Nazi

stops very near it, but turns his back to it to face Belzig

and Marion.

MARION:

What do you want?

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BELZIG:

The same thing your friend Dr.

Jones wanted. Surely he told you

there would be other interested

parties.

Marion shakes her head.

BELZIG:

Ah, the man is nefarious. I hope

for your sake he has not yet

acquired it.

MARION:

Why, are you willing to offer more?

BELZIG:

Almost certainly. Do you still have

it?

MARION:

No. But I know where it is.

Belzig’s smile fades at this news. He’s not a patient sort.

Marion is chilled by the look. She turns and moves to the

shelf of bottles behind her, reaching high for one, very near

the large stuffed raven. Her hand lingers there a moment and

we see -

From an angle behind the stuffed raven, that the left wing

spread hides a Baretta automatic pistol. Marion’s hand is

very near it, but withdraws with only a whiskey bottle as the

Mongolian walks toward her behind the bar.

Marion opens the bottle before Belzig, who watches her

intently.

MARION:

How ‘bout a drink for you and your

men?

The Second Nazi lights up at this suggestion. Belzig gives

him a withering look.

BELZIG:

We will stick to the business at

hand, Fraulein.

MARION:

(tough)

Fine. Why don’t you come back

tomorrow when Jones is here and

we’ll have an auction?

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Belzig gives her a cold look then turns and walks toward the

fireplace. As soon as his back is turned, the Second Nazi

grabs the nearest whiskey bottle and takes a quick pull. In

so doing, he leaves the medallion completely exposed. Marion

is aware of this as she looks at him. But he quickly puts the

bottle down again, obscuring the medallion, when Belzig

speaks from the fireplace.

BELZIG:

I’m afraid an auction is not

possible.

(pause)

Your fire is dying here, Fraulein.

(a beat, then threatening)

Why don’t you tell us where the

piece is right now?

MARION:

Listen, Herr Mac, I don’t know who

you’re used to dealing with, but no

one tells me what to do in my

place.

Belzig, still looking in the fire, sneers and shakes his

head.

BELZIG:

Americans! You’re all alike.

Fraulein Ravenwood. I’ll show you

what I’m used to.

He motions with his hand. The Mongolian moves up behind

Marion and lifts her roughly over the top of the bar,

knocking over bottles and spilling liquor. He deposits her on

the other side, where the Nepalese and the Second Nazi flank

her and hold her cruelly, arms behind her back. Marion raises

a ruckus.

Belzig turns from the fireplace. In his hand is the poker,

its end glowing orange. He advances on Marion. Marion stops

yelling, her eyes widen in terror.

MARION:

Wait! I can be reasonable-

BELZIG:

That time is passed.

The glowing poker point moves inexorably across the room

toward Marion’s face.

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MARION:

You don’t need that. I’ll tell you

everything!

BELZIG:

Yes, I know you will.

Belzig has no intention of stopping now. The glowing tip is

approaching Marion’s face. The Nepalese watches with savage

glee.

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The tip of the poker is five inches from Marion’s nose when

there is a loud CRACK! and the fall of Indy’s bullwhip wraps

around the middle of the poker and tears it out of Belzig’s

hands. The poker sails high across the room, free of the

whip, and lands in the heavy curtains that over one window.

The curtains immediately burst into flame.

The four Bad Men look in surprise toward the front entrance.

Indy is poised there, the whip in his right hand, a .45

Automatic raised toward them in his left.

INDY:

Hello.

Now everything begins to happen very fast-

The Mongolian had just come around the bar at the end

opposite the medallion. He dives back to crouch behind the

end of the bar, raising his submachine gun.

Belzig and the Second German dive behind the tables near the

bar. The Nepalese is slower to leave Marion, he draws a

Luger. Indy’s .45 barks and the Nepalese dies spinning

against the bar. Indy fires in the direction of the

Mongolian.

Marion swings up over the top of her bar. Belzig fires at

her, but his bullets smash bottles behind the bar and thud

into the raven.

Marion flattens out on the floor behind the bar as bullets

hit above her. She reaches up, snatches the axe handle from

where Mahdlo left it, and begins crawling down the length of

the bar toward-

The Mongolian, who sticks his submachine gun out and fires

blindly in Indy’s direction.

Indy is in a crouch behind a table, trying to get a shot at

someone. He doesn’t notice in the din and confusion when the

door bursts open.

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An incredible, fearsome GIANT SHERPA, almost seven feet tall,

soars in and tackles Indy from behind. The whip flies from

Indy’s hand as he and the Giant Sherpa roll across the floor,

upsetting furniture.

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