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first
lines
Wu
Han: (to
Indy) Be careful. |
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Lao:
You never told me you spoke my language, Doctor
Jones.
Indy:
Only on special occasions. |
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Lao:
So it's true? You've found Nurhachi?
Indy:
You know I did. Last night one
of your boys tried to get Nurhachi
without paying for him.
Indy
stares pointedly at Chen, who
lifts a recently bandaged hand
from his lap.
Lao:
You have insulted my son.
Indy:
No, you have insulted me. I spared
his life. |
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Willie:
(to Lao) Aren't
you gonna introduce us?
Lao:
This is Willie Scott; this is
Indiana Jones, a famous archaeologist.
Willie:
Well I always thought that archaeologists
were always funny looking men
going around looking for their
mommies.
Indy:
Mummies. |
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Willie:
(to Lao) This
Nurhachi is a real small guy. |
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Indy:
Are you trying to develop a sense of humor,
or am I going deaf? |
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Chen:
(laughing)
Too much to drink, Dr. Jones? |
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Short
Round: Wow! Holy Smoke! Crash landing!
Indy:
Short Round, step on it!
Short
Round: Okey dokey, Dr.
Jones. Hold on to your potatoes!
Willie:
For cryin' out loud, there's a
kid driving the car! |
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Short
Round: Hey, Dr. Jones, no time for
love. We've got company. |
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Weber:
Ah, Dr. Jones. I'm, ah,l Weber. I spoke with
your assistant. Ah, we've managed to secure
three seats. But there might be a slight inconvenience
as you will be riding on a cargo plane full
of live poultry. |
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Willie:
So what are you supposed to be, a lion tamer?
Indy:
I'm allowing you to tag along,
so why don't you give your mouth
a rest? Okay, doll?
Willie:
(indignantly)
What do you mean, "tag along"?
Ever since you got into my club,
you haven't been able to take
your eyes off of me.
Indy:
Oh yeah?
Indy
leans back and tips his hat down
over his eyes to go to sleep. |
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Willie:
You know how to fly, don't ya?
Indy:
No. (hopefully)
Do you? |
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Willie:
I hate the water! And I hate being wet! (to
Indy) And I hate you! |
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Shaman:
The evil start in Pankot. Then
like monsoon, it moves darkness
over all country.
He
passes his hand across his eyes. |
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Indy:
(politely firm)
We weren't brought here. Our plane crashed.
Willie:
(helpfully)
It crashed.
Shaman:
(interrupting)
No. No. We prayed to Siva to help
us find the stone. It was Siva
who made you fall from sky, so
you will go to Pankot Palace to
find Sivalinga and bring back
to us. Bring back to us. |
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Short
Round: What is Sankara?
Indy:
Fortune and glory, kid. Fortune
and glory. |
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Willie:
Pankot?! I can't go to Pankot. I'm a singer!
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Willie:
Ooh, what big birds.
Indy:
Those aren't big birds, sweetheart.
They're giant vampire bats! |
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Reaching
down for more clothes. Willie comes up instead
holding a giant bat by the wings. She screams
hysterically. The bat screeches and hisses,
flapping its wings in an attempt to get free.
Indy: (to
Short Round) The biggest
trouble with her is the noise.
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Short
Round: I very little, you cheat very
big. |
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Indy:
Willie, Willie. What is that? Is that short
for something?
Willie:
Willie is my professional name...
Indiana.
Short
Round: Hey, lady. You call
him Dr. Jones.
Indy:
My professional name. |
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Chattar
Lal: I should say you look rather lost.
But then I can't imagine where in the world
the three of you would look at home. |
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Chattar
Lal: Dr. Jones? the eminent archaeologist?
Willie:
(sarcastically)
Hard to believe, isn't it? |
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Willie:
(to Short Round)
That's the maharajah? A kid!
Short
Round: Maybe he like older
women. |
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Willie:
(to Short Round)
Give me your hat.
Short Round:
Why?
Willie:
Because I'm gonna to puke in it!
Short
Round quickly pulls his hat away
from her. |
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Chattar
Lal: Dr. Jones, in our
country, it's not usual for
a guest to insult his host. |
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Merchant:
Ah, dessert! Chilled monkey brains! |
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Indy:
(smiling)
Wear your jewels to bed, Princess?
Willie:
Yeah -- and nothing else. (smiling)
Shock you?
Indy:
(shaking
his head) Nothing shocks
me. I'm a scientist. |
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Willie:
I can be hard to handle.
Indy:
I've had worse.
Willie:
(seductive)
But you'll never have better.
Indy:
I don't know. As a scientist I
don't want to predjudice my experiment.
I'll let you know in the morning.
Indy
closes the door to the bedroom.
A moment later it flies open.
Willie:
(indignant)
Why, you conceited ape! I'm not
that easy!
Indy:
I'm not that easy either! The
trouble with you is, Willie, you're
too used to getting your own way.
Willie:
And you're just too proud to admit
that you're crazy about me Dr
Jones.
Indy
walks across the corridor and
opens the door to his own room.
Indy:
If you want me, Willie, you know
where you can find me.
Indy
stops by his door and sees Willie
smiling as she holds up five fingers.
Willie:
Five minutes. You get back over
here in five minutes.
Indy:
I'll be asleep in five minutes.
Willie:
Five. You know it, and
I know it. |
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Willie:
Indiana Jones, this is one night you'll never
forget. This is the night I slipped right
through your fingers.
Across
the hall, Indy fights for his
life as Willie goes on with her
tirade.
Willie:
(continuing)
Sleep tight and pleasant dreams.
(suddenly melancholy) I
could've been your greatest adventure. |
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In
his search, Indy feels a slight breeze that
moves a vase of dried flowers. He checks the
source, running his hands over a carved stone
figure of a woman. His hands rest on her breasts.
Willie:
Hey, I'm right here. |
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Short
Round: I step on something.
Their
footsteps crunch on the tunnel
floor.
Short
Round: Feels like I step
on fortune cookies.
Indy:
It's not fortune cookies. Let
me take a look.
Indy
gets a match out of his pocket.
He snaps it with his thumb and
the match flares. They freeze
as the light illuminates a grisly
scene: The floor and walls of
the narrow tunnel are an undulating
mass of millions of enormous bugs.
A scorpion crawls on Short Round's
leg.
Short
Round: That's no cookie! |
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Indy:
Stop! Look, just stand against the wall, will
ya?
Obediently,
Short Round teans back against
the wall, hands in his pockets.
A block of stone behind him moves
under the pressure, and with an
ominous rumble, the ceiling begins
to descend.
Short
Round: (loudly)
You say to stand against the wall!
I listened to what you say! Not
my fault! Not my fault. |
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Willie
is staring horrified at the two corpses on
the wall.
Willie:
There're two dead people down
here!
Indy:
(off
screen) There are gonna
be two dead people in here! Hurry! |
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Indy:
Willie!
Willie
moves forward into the tunnel,
and we see the bugs scuttling
on the floor and walls.
Willie:
What's the rush?
The
spikes are moving inexorably closer
to Indy and Short Round.
Indy:
It's a long story, Willie. Hurry
or you don't get to hear it! |
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Willie:
You could get killed chasing after
your damn fortune and glory!
Indy:
(looking
at her) Maybe...
(smiling) But not today.
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Short
Round: I keep telling you, you listen
to me more, you live longer! |
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Mola
Ram: They dig for the gems to support
our cause. They also search for the last two
stones. Soon we will have all the five Sankara
Stones, and the Thuggee will be all-powerful!
Indy:
What a vivid imagination. |
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Once
again the iron frame is lowered to the floor,
and Willie is dragged toward the sacrificial
deep fryer.
Willie: I'm not going to
have anything nice to say about
this place when I get back. |
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Indy's
shoe is smoking! He jumps around stomping
on the ground and moaning.
Indy: Water! Water! Water!
Willie:
Oh, look!
Indy:
Water! Water!
Willie:
Oh, you're on fire!
Indy
continues his frantic, foot-stomping
jig. A rumbling behind them sounds
increasingly ominous. Indy looks
up and stops dead in his track
-- paralyzed -- awestruck -- DOOMED!
Indy:
Water! |
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The
wind whips around Indy and he
staggers unsteadily on the swaying
bridge as he watches Mola Ram.
Indy:
Let her go, Mola Ram.
Mola Ram:
You are in a position unsuitable
to give orders. |
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Indy
pulls off the bag over his shoulder
and holds it out dragging over
the bridge.
Indy:
You want the stones? Let 'em
go! Let her go!
Mola Ram:
(laughs)
Drop them, Dr. Jones. They will
be found. You won't. |
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Mola
Ram shouts in Hindi and the
guards both before and behind
Indy on the bridge move closer
and draw their swords.
Indy: Oh, shit! |
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Petrified,
Willie also wraps the rope around her wrist.
Indy raises the sword higher.
Willie:
Oh my God. Is he nuts?
Short
Round: He no nuts. He crazy. |
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Indy:
Mola Ram, prepare to meet Kali... in Hell! |
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Willie:
(to Indy)
You could've kept it.
Indy:
Ah, what for? They'd just put
it in a museum. It'd be another
rock collecting dust.
Willie:
Yeah, but it would have given
you your fortune and glory. |
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Indy:
Anything can happen. It's a long way to Delhi.
Willie
looks at him like he's crazy.
Willie:
No, thanks. No more adventures
with you, Dr. Jones.
Indy:
Sweetheart, after all the fun
we've had together.
Willie:
If you think I'm going to Delhi
with you, or anyplace else after
all the trouble you've gotten
me into! Think again, buster!
I'm going home to Missouri, where
they never feed you snakes before
ripping your heart out and lowering
you into hot pits! This is not
my idea of a swell time.
She turns
and walks toward the villagers.
Willie:
(calling
to a villager) Excuse me,
sir? I need a guide to Delhi.
Suddenly
the whip cracks and wraps around
her waist. Startled, Willie looks
angry as Indy reels her in, pulling
her toward him and into his arms.
They are about to kiss, and are
suddenly drenched by a spray of
water. They look up to see Short
Round sitting on the baby elephant,
and laughing at his joke.
Short Round:
Very funny! Very funny!
Indy
and Willie laugh and return to
their kiss as the villagers run
up and crowd around them. Short
Round covers his eyes.
Short Round:
Uh, oh! |
