Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade

Herman means the SHERIFF, who now enters the house.

INDY

Just the man I want to see! Now, there were five or six of them.

SHERIFF

(interrupting)

All right, son.

INDY

(overlapping)

... they came after... me...

SHERIFF

You still got it?

INDY

Well, yes, sir. It's right here!

Indy shows the Cross, more or less handing it to the Sheriff to make his point. The Sheriff takes it casually.

SHERIFF

I'm glad to see that... because the rightful owner of this Cross won't press charges, if you give it back.

Fedora enters the house, followed by Roscoe, Rough Rider and Halfbreed. He politely removes his hat and holds it in his hand. He nods at Indy in a friendly manner.

SHERIFF

He's got witnesses, five or six of them.

The Sheriff and Fedora are in Cahoots
 

The Sheriff hands the Cross to Fedora. Roscoe reaches in and takes it from Fedora, then runs out the door.

ROSCOE

Yahoo!

As Roscoe runs outside Indy sees – through the screen door – the MAN IN THE PANAMA HAT waiting patiently beside the car that is parked out front. Roscoe approaches and gives the Man the Cross – the Man hands Roscoe some money in exchange.

The Sheriff tips his hat and leaves.

SHERIFF

Good day.

Fedora remains behind for a moment. He turns and speaks to Indy in an ironic man-to-man way.

FEDORA

You lost today, kid, but that doesn't mean you have to like it.

Then, Fedora takes off his hat and takes a step towards Indy. He holds the hat by the crown, and puts it on Indy's head, a show of respect and admiration for the boy. The hat blocks Indy's face.

CLOSE ON THE TOP OF THE FEDORA HAT

The hat brim fills the screen. As the brim tilts up, WE SEE the face of FULL GROWN INDIANA JONES.

And... POW!... he's punched in the face while his arms are pinned behind his back.

FADE IN TITLE: "PORTUGUESE COAST – 1938"

PANAMA HAT

Small world, Doctor Jones.

INDY

Too small for two of us.

The Man in the Panama Hat (years older now) removes the CROSS OF CORONADO from Indy's belt.

PANAMA HAT

This is the second time I've had to reclaim my property from you –

INDY

That belongs in a museum –

PANAMA HAT

So do you.

(he moves his eyeline)

Throw him over the side.

THE DECK OF A PORTUGUESE CARGO SHIP

It's NIGHT. RAIN POURS down. We're in the middle of a violent STORM AT SEA. Thirty-foot waves crash across the deck.

The TWO PORTUGUESE SAILORS (who have Indy's arms pinned behind his back) propel Indy across the deck toward the rail.

As they pass a BUNDLE OF FUEL DRUMS, Indy uses the Two Sailors as leverage to KICK UP HIS FEET and break open the CLAMP on the metal bands that hold the drums together.

Indy jabs his elbows into the stomachs of the startled Sailors and rushes toward the Man In The Panama Hat.

Panama Hat sees Indy coming and hurries toward the ladder that leads up to the bridge. Indy withstands the force of waves crashing on the deck and makes his way to where Panama Hat is climbing the ladder. He pulls him off the ladder from behind the two men fall down on the deck. Indy takes the cross back from Panama Hat.

A sailor delivers a powerful blow to Indy's face, sending the cross flying out of his grip and skittering across the deck. Indy grabs a crowbar and fends off two sailors who attack him from the sides.

Indy sees that the Cross is about to be swept overboard. He lunges for it.

He SNATCHES UP the Cross only to be knocked down to the deck by a giant wave. He struggles to his feet, managing to avoid the giant fuel drums sliding across the deck around him.

SEVERAL MORE DRUMS come Indy's way. He sidesteps them all.

PANAMA HAT

Grab him, he's getting away! Grab him!

Indy turns around and pummels two sailors with one punch. Indy sees a large Stevedore's hook above him and he climbs up on crates to reach it. He grabs a hold of the hook and uses it to swing all the way across the deck, narrowly avoiding a huge wave behind him. He jumps into the rollicking ocean, still holding onto the cross. On the ship, a giant fuel drum rolls wildly, falling directly onto a crate of TNT. The crate explodes, causing the entire ship to blow, sending an enormous orange fireball into the sky.

LONG SHOT – THE BOAT EXPLODING OUT OF THE WATER

As bits of debris fall from the sky like rain.

Indy BOBS UP in the water amid the debris, holding the Cross in his hand. He grabs for something to keep him afloat. It turns out to be one of the ship's LIFE PRESERVERS. Indy loops his arm through the preserver.

Only now do we see the FADED LETTERING on the preserver revealing the destroyed ship's name and city of port: "VAZQUEZ de CORONADO BARCELONA"

A SHREDDED PANAMA HAT floats past.

EXT. COLLEGE – DAY

Students walk along brick, tree-lined paths.

INDY (V.O.)

Archaeology is...

INT. COLLEGE LECTURE HALL – DAY

DISSOLVE TO:

INDY

Dressed in professorial tweeds, stands before his class. He turns to the blackboard with a piece of chalk and writes the word: "FACT."

INDY

... the search for fact. Not truth. If it's truth you're interested in, Doctor Tyree's Philosophy class is right down the hall.

Laughter.

INT. CORRIDOR – DAY

INDY

So forget any ideas you've got about lost cities, exotic travel, and digging up the world. Eve do not follow maps to buried treasure and "X" never, ever, marks the spot.

 
MARCUS BRODY approaches Indy's classroom. He peers through the window in the door to see Indy completing his lecture.
 

INDY

Seventy percent of all archaeology is done in the library. Research. Reading.

INT. LECTURE HALL – DAY

Brody enters the lecture hall and stands at the rear of the room.

INDY

We cannot afford to take mythology at face value.

The BELL RINGS. Indy stands at his desk as students begin to disperse. A pretty coed puts a note on the desk.

INDY

Next week: "Egyptology." Starting with the excavation of Naukratis by Blinders Petrie in 1885. I will be in my office if anybody's got any problems for the next hour and a half.

Brody approaches as the last of the students leaves the lecture hall.

INDY

Marcus!

(slaps his pocket)

I did it!

BRODY

You've got it!

Indy removes the cloth-wrapped Cross from his desk. He places it on the desk and takes off his glasses as Brody examines the Cross.

INDY

You know how long I've been looking for that?!

BRODY

All your life.

INDY

All my life!

BRODY

Well done, Indy. Very well done, indeed This will find a place of honor in our Spanish collection.

Indy gathers up his books and makes his way toward the door.

INDY

We can discuss my honorarium over dinner and champagne tonight.

He turns back toward Brody, now holding the Cross.

INDY

Your treat.

BRODY

Yes. My treat.

INT. INDY'S OUTER OFFICE – DAY

Bursting with STUDENTS, all competing for his attention at once: "Professor Jones! " "Doctor Jones!" etc., etc.

INDY

Shush! Shush! Shush!

Indy shoulders his way to the desk of his secretary, an overwhelmed Teaching Assistant named IRENE.

IRENE

Doctor Jones! I'm so glad you're back! Your mail is on your desk. Here are your phone messages.

MALE STUDENT

Doctor Jones, you promised... Doctor Jones –

IRENE

This is your appointment schedule. And these term papers still haven't been graded.

Indy takes the term papers then turns to enter his PRIVATE OFFICE. Students once again CLAMOR for his attention: "Doctor Jones!" "Wait, Doctor Jones!" "My grade!" "Sign my registration card!"

Indy silences the mob with a raised hand.

INDY

(very efficiently)

Okay. Irene, put everyone's name on a list, in the order they arrived, and I'll see each and every one of them in turn.

The Students descend upon poor Irene, each claiming to be first. Indy slips into his -
 

PRIVATE OFFICE

Where he goes to his desk and finds a thick envelope with a foreign postmark on it.

INDY

(softly; reading)

"Venice, Italy."

Then, Indy stuffs his mail into his coat pockets, goes to the WINDOW, slides it open and STEPS OUT INTO THE GARDEN.

EXT. SIDE OF COLLEGE BUILDING – DAY

Indy escapes through the garden.

EXT. FRONT OF COLLEGE BUILDING – DAY

Indy walks briskly toward the street; smiling, enjoying his freedom. As he arrives at the curb, a LONG BLACK PACKARD SEDAN pulls up before him.

MAN (O.S.)

Doctor Jones!

THREE MEN step out of the sedan. Everything about them bespeaks "G-MAN." The First Man steps behind Indy.

MAN

Doctor Jones?

INT. PENTHOUSE APARTMENT – DAY

Indy is ushered into a large Art Deco apartment and left alone. Numerous museum-quality artifacts are displayed around the room. Indy takes this opportunity to examine them.

After a moment, WALTER DONOVAN enters from across the room. During the brief time that the door is open, we HEAR a COCKTAIL PARTY going on in the next room: VOICES and SOFT PIANO MUSIC.

Donovan strides across the room toward Indy. Although in his late fifties, Donovan has the broad shoulders and trim physique of a much younger man. Dressed in a tuxedo, he exudes both confidence and power.

DONOVAN

I trust your trip down was comfortable, Doctor Jones. My men didn't alarm you, I hope.

He shakes hands with Indy.

DONOVAN

My name is Donovan. Walter Donovan.

INDY

I know who you are Mr. Donovan. Your contributions to the museum over the years have been extremely generous. Some of the pieces in your collection here are very impressive.

DONOVAN

Well, like yourself, Doctor Jones, I have a passion for antiquities.

(beat)

Have a look over here. This might interest you.

Donovan goes to a table where an object is wrapped in cloth. He throws back the cloth revealing a flat STONE TABLET – about two feet square, inscribed with letters and symbols.

Indy looks impressed. He puts on his glasses to make a closer examination.

INDY

Well, it's sandstone. Christian symbol. Early Latin text. Mid-Twelfth Century, I should think.

DONOVAN

That was our assessment as well.