Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom

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EXT. A JUNGLE CLEARING – LATER

Their Mayapore guide walks toward the camera and suddenly looks frightened. He barks commands and the elephants stop. Indiana jumps down an joins the fearful guide.

They stare at a small statue of a malevolent goddess with eight arms. Around the goddess's neck, a carved necklace displays small human heads – her eight hands hold other heads by their hair.

Indiana moves closer to the statue as the terrified guide backs away. Indy is fascinated by the ritual objects adorning it: leaves, dead birds, rodents and turtles. Indiana grimaces as he lifts a necklace of real pierced human fingers...

WILLIE (O.S.)

Why are we stopping here?

Indiana goes back and joins the scared, jabbering guide who is helping Willie down from the elephant. Short Round jumps down.

SHORT ROUND

What you look at, Indy?

INDIANA

Just a statue.

WILLIE

What's the guide talking about? He hasn't said a word the whole trip.

Indy listens to the agitated guide and then speaks a few words in Hindi back to him. They watch the distressed guide turn the elephants and start away with them as fast as possible.

WILLIE

He's afraid of something.

INDIANA

He said he couldn't take us any farther. He has to go sell the elephants.

WILLIE

You mean we have to walk the rest of the way?

Willie moans and follows Indy. Short Round watches the elephants trudging away. The little elephant turns and looks back. Short Round quickly wipes a tear from his face.

CUT TO:

EXT. A PALACE APPROACH – AFTERNOON

Indiana and Short Round hike up a rock-paved road beside a high wall. Exhausted, carrying her high heels, Willie trudges along behind them.

WILLIE

– shot at, fallen out of a plane, nearly drowned, squashed by a snake, attacked by a bat – I smell like an elephant!

(yelling)

I tell you I'm not going to make it!

Indiana finally stops. He walks back to Willie, suddenly picks her us in his arms and starts carrying her the remaining way. Willie is surprised and puzzled.

INDIANA

Any more complaints?

WILLIE

(smiling faintly)

Yeah, I wish you'd thought of this sooner...

She doesn't seem to mind being carried by Indy. He arrives at the entrance to the palace and puts her down – she stands close to him and he gently smoothes the collar of her dress.

INDIANA

It doesn't feel like there's been any permanent damage.

She smiles at him again and then turns around – and whistles as she sees Pankot Palace: a sprawling, monumental mixture of Moghul and Rajput styles, the palace is an extravaganza of Princely architecture.

EXT. A BRIDGE

The three travelers start across a marble bridge toward the main entrance. Lined along the bridge, palace guards stand with lances.

As the threesome passes, the first Rajput guard snaps noisily to attention and Willie jumps. As Willie continues across the bridge, the other guards snap to attention in sequence and she grins, enjoying the attention.

INT. THE OUTER COURTYARD

Short Round and Willie follow Indiana through a dark archway into a glittering courtyard. The palace seems deserted and foreboding.

INDIANA

Hello?... (hello?)... (hello?)

Indy's voice echoes off the marble facades – three enormous Rajput guards with curved swords in their sashes appear silently at opposite sides of the courtyard.

WILLIE

(frightened)

Hi... (hi)... (hi)...

Then, a tall severe-looking Indian in an English suit materializes out of the shadows and comes forward slowly. CHATTAR LAL appraises the intruders suspiciously:

He sees a whoozy beauty in a weary evening gown; a dirty Chinese kid with a baseball cap; a rugged-looking American carrying a bullwhip...

CHATTAR LAL

I would say you look rather lost.

(disdainfully)

But then I cannot imagine where in the world the three of you would look at home...

INDIANA

(smiling evenly)

Lost? No, we're not lost. We're on our way to Delhi. This is Miss Scott – and Mr. Round. My name's Indiana Jones.

CHATTAR LAL

(surprised)

Dr. Jones? The eminent archaeologist?

WILLIE

Hard to believe, isn't it... ?

CHATTAR LAL

I remember first hearing your name when I was studying at Oxford. I Am Chattar Lal, Prime Minister for His Highness the Maharajah of Pankot.

He bows and Willie sort of curtsies.

CHATTAR LAL (CONT'D)

Welcome to Pankot Palace.

INT. PANKOT PALACE – AFTERNOON

They walk along the marble halls, past dazzling walls inlaid with pieces of mirror and semi-precious stones. Fountains spray in ivory countyards and they gaze in awe at the ornate splendor.

As Willie walks with Shorty she appraises the chronological portraits of the Pankot Prices that line the hall. Dissipated faces, elegant faces, evil faces – she reacts to them.

WILLIE
(to Short Round)

How'd you like to run into him in a dark alley... that one's kind of cute... I could see myself married to a prince like that...

Ahead of them Chattar Lalwalks with Indy and questions him suspiciously –

CHATTAR LAL

The plane crash and your journey here sound – most incredible.

WILLIE

You should have been there...

INDIANA

We'd appreciate it if the Maharajah would let us stay tonight. We'll be on out way in the morning.

CHATTAR LAL

I am only his humble servant, but the Maharajah usually listens to my advice.

WILLIE

Is that him?

They've come to the last in the row of Princes portraits. Willie stops and looks up disappointedly at a picture of an aged, immensely corpulent Rajput prince.

WILLIE (CONT'D)

(politely)

He's not exactly what we call "a spring chicken".

CHATTAR LAL

No, no, that is Uhmed Singh, the present Maharajah's late father.

WILLIE

Oh – good. And maybe the present Marahajah is a little younger? And thinner?

Two female servants approach silently and bow.

CHATTAR LAL

They will escort you to your rooms now. You will be provided with fresh clothes. Tonight you will be dining with His Highness.

WILLIE

Dinner? And with a prince?! My luck is changing. But look at me – my god, I've to get ready!

She hurried off with one of the servants toward her room. Chattar Lal smiles coolly at Indiana –

CHATTAR LAL

Eight o'clock in the Pleasure Pavilion.

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EXT. THE PLEASURE PALIVION – NIGHT

An extraordinary gold dome rises in the middle of the elaborate gardens. The Pleasure Pavilion is ablaze with torch lights, flickering candles and exotic music.

Indiana comes out of the palace with Short Round. Indy has on a tweed jacket and a necktie – his university professor's outfit. Short Round has been cleaned up, but still sports his baseball cap.

Willie joins them, looking stunning is a silk Western-styled gown. She's also been loaned some Moghul jewelry which sparkles on her neck and arms.

INDIANA
You look like a princess.

Willie's flattered by the first nice thing Indy's said to her.

WILLIE

It's sort of like being in heaven.

They cross the garden toward the pavilion and Willie's eyes are like a kid's at Christmas.

INT. THE PLEASURE PAVILION

As they enter, Indiana gives a half-dressed dancing girl the once-over as she spins to the music of drums and "vinhas".

INDIANA

(smiling)

I've always had a weakness for folk dancing.

WILLIE

(snidely)

She might get away with that act here, but she'd never make it in a real nightclub.

They walk among the rich court ministers and Indian merchants. Chattar Lal approaches with a British cavalry captain in uniform.

CHATTAR LAL

We are fortunate tonight to have some many unexpected guests. His is Captain Phillip Blumburtt.

Blumburtt bows to Willie and Indiana.

CHATTAR LAL (CONT'D)

Captain Blumburtt and his troops are here to check up on the "natives".

CAPT. BLUMBURTT

(politely)

Just a routine inspection tour.

CHATTAR LAL

The British worry so about their Empire – it makes us feel like well-cared-for children.

WILLIE

Listen, Mr. Lal, what do you call the Maharajah'swife?

CHATTAR LAL

His Highness has not yet taken a wife.

WILLIE

(happily)

No? Well, I guess he just hasn't met the right woman...

As Willie chatters on with the Prime Minister, Indiana wanders off. He moves to a wall where bronze statues and strange devotional objects are displayed.

CAPT. BLUMBURTT

(joining Indy)

Interested in local curios?

INDIANA

No. But I am interested in the occult. And this is a kryta.

Indiana picks up a small clay figurine and examines it.

CAPT. BLUMBURTT

(grimacing)

Charming.

INDIANA

It's like the voodoo dolls of West Africa. The kryta represents your enemy – and gives you complete power over him.

CAPT. BLUMBURTT

That God all that mumbo jumbo rubbish is disappearing.

INDIANA

You think so?

CAPT. BLUMBURTT

Of course. Admittedly, it's taken time. Britian's controlled India for almost two hundred years now.

Indiana smiles at the somewhat pompous bureaucrat.

INDIANA

You're hanging on better here than you did in America.

CAPT. BLUMBURTT

(smiling sourly)

This is a different situation, Dr. Jones. These people are like children. We have to lead them slowly into the twentieth century.

Indiana puts the doll down and looks over at Chattar Lal and Willie.

INDIANA

The Prime Minister doesn't seem that naive.

CAPT. BLUMBURTT

No, he's a very shrewd old boy. Power behind the throne and all that. He actually runs this whole province.

Indy and the Prime Minister exchange distant looks as Willie comes back over to Indiana. She talks to him conspiratorially –

WILLIE

I think this Maharajah is swimming in money. Maybe coming here wasn't such a bad idea.

Blumburtt finds these Americans quite suspect and seems relieved when he hears a drum.

CAPT. BLUMBURTT

I believe we're being called to dinner.

WILLIE

Finally!

As the drum beats the assembled guests move toward a long, low table surrounded by colorful pillows. Short Round follows with a little monkey he's found perched on his arm.

As everyone stands around the table, Chattar Lal makes an announcement in Hindi and then in English –

CHATTAR LAL
His Supreme Highness, guardian of Rajput tradition – the Maharajah of Pankot – Zalim Singh.

All eyes are on two solid silver doors which open – and through which now walks the MAHARAJAH ZALIM SINGH. Everyone is bowing, including Indiana and Willie, who looks amazed –

WILLIE

That's the Maharajah – that kid?!

INDIANA

Maybe he likes older women.

Indeed, Zalim Singh is only thirteen. Outfitted in silver and gold brocade, festooned with enormous jewels, the little Maharajah gazes imperiously at the bowing crowd – and then glares at Short Round.

Indy sees Short Round chewing gum, staring antagonistically at the Maharajah. Indy pushes Short Round into a bowing position.

The Maharajah finally sits down on golden pillows. He nods and his guests take their seats. Indiana sees Willie's dreams of queendom have vanished.

INDIANA
Cheer up, you lost your prince, but dinner's on the way.

WILLIE

I've never been so hungry in my life...

Servants appear with silver platters of steaming food. They place a platter in front of Willie and she stares at it in amazement:

It's a whole roasted boar, replete with a decorative arrow piercing its bloated stomach and tiny broiled baby bores placed around it as if they were suckling on their well-cooked mother.

WILLIE
(grimacing)

My god, sort of gruesome, isn't it... ?

Seeing the meat being served, Indiana looks across the table at Blumburtt who seems equally puzzled. Meanwhile, the little Maharajah whispers to his Prime Minster. Then Chattar Lal speaks to the table –

CHATTAR LAL

His Highness wants me to welcome his visitors. Especially the renowned Dr. Jones from America.

Indy bows slightly toward the Maharajah.

INDIANA

We are honored to be here.

Servants put down another platter. Willie stares at an enormous steaming boa constrictor on the platter. With a flash of a knife, a servant slits the huge snake and exposes a mass of squirming, live baby eels inside...

WILLIE

Suddenly I'm not so hungry...

Meanwhile, Indiana is chatting politely with the Prime Minister.

INDIANA

I had a question, Mr. Prime Minister. I was examining some of the Maharajah's artifacts.

CHATTAR LAL

A very fine collection of very old pieces, don't you think?

INDIANA

Yes, very fine. But not all of the pieces look old. Some were carved recently and look like images used by the Thuggees to worship the goddess Kali.

At the mention of the Thuggees, the Indians at the table quiet, as it a taboo has been broken. Chattar Lal glares at Indiana.

CHATTAR LAL

Dr. Jones, you know very well that the Thuggee cult has been dead for nearly a century.

CAPT. BLUMBURTT

Of course. The Thuggees were an obscenity that worshipped Kali with human sacrifices. The British Army wiped them out about the time of the Mutiny of 1

Short Round avoids the dinner by feeding it to his little monkey as he listens to the scary conversation.

The talk is bad enough, but Willie finds the food unbelievable! A servant leans over her shoulder and places a six-inch long BUG on her plate!

Willie whimpers quietly as she watches the fat merchant next to her lift one of the black, shiny baked-beetles – and crack it in two! The man proceeds to enthusiastically suck the gooey innards out.

MERCHANT
(looking at Willie)

But you're not eating!

WILLIE

(weakly)

I uh – had bugs for lunch.

Meanwhile, Indiana continues to politely needle Chattar Lal.

INDIANA

I suppose stories of the Thuggees die hard.

CHATTAR LAL

There are no stories anymore.

INDIANA

Well, I don't know... we came here from a small village and the peasants there told us that the Pankot Palace was growing powerful again – because of some ancient evil.

Indiana smiles and shrugs.

CHATTAR LAL

(sneeringly)

Their stories are just fear and folklore.

INDIANA

(coolly)

Maybe... but how do you explain The Thuggee shrine I saw right below the palace?

Indy catches a glance between the little Maharajah and the prime minister, who answers slowly –

CHATTAR LAL

The local peasants are just as superstitious. You're very observant, Dr. Jones. But you're beginning to worry Capt. Blumburtt.

Blumburtt's phlegmatic attitude has changed to curiosity.

CAPT. BLUMBURTT

I'm not worried, Prime Minister, just interested.

During their conversation, Willie listens to beetles SNAPPING and she watches revolted as the other dinner guests suck the gooey insides out of the bugs.

WILLIE

(to Short Round)

Give me your hat...

SHORT ROUND

What for?

WILLIE

I'm going to puke in it...

Meanwhile, Indy continues ingeniously with Chattar Lal.

INDIANA

You know the villagers also claimed that this palace stole something from them.

CHATTAR LAL

Dr. Jones, it our country a guest does not usually insult his host.

INDIANA

Sorry, I thought we were just talking about folklore.

CAPT. BLUMBURTT

(trying to make peace)

I'm sure it's nothing. Just rumors.

(but interested)

What was it they claimed was stolen?

INDIANA

Something magical. A sacred rock.

CHATTAR LAL

(condescendingly)

There, you see, Captain. A rock!

INDIANA

When they lost this rock their fields and animals dies. They also said their children were taken from them.

CHATTAR LAL

I think that's enough of this nonsense, Dr. Jones...

Indiana smiles faintly at Chattar Lal's anger. Across the table, Willie looks pale and motions to the waiter.

WILLIE

So you have something, you know, simple – like soup or something?

The servant goes off and returns with a covered bowl. He uncovers it and Willie looks at a soup with a dozen eyeballs floating in it.

MERCHANT

Looks delicious!

WILLIE

I wanna go home...

Willie whimpers and tears start down her cheeks.

INDIANA

(to Chattar Lal)

I was dubious myself at first. Then something connected – the village's rock and the old legend of the Sankara Stones...

CHATTAR LAL

(controlling himself)

Dr. Jones, we are all vulnerable to vicious rumors. I seem to remember that in Honduras you were accused of being a grave robber rather than a scientist.

INDIANA

(shrugging)

The newspapers exaggerated the incident

CHATTAR LAL

And didn't the Sultan of Madagascar threaten to cut your head off if you ever returned to his country?

INDIANA

That was a misunderstanding.

CHATTAR LAL

(smiling)

Exactly what we have here, Dr. Jones.

MAHARAJAH

I have heard the terrible stories of the evil Thuggee cult...