Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom

MAHARAJAH (CONT'D)

I am ashamed of what happened here so many years ago. We keep these objects – to remind us that this will never again happen in my kingdom!

INDIANA

(after a moment)

I'm sorry if I've offended you.

Now, more trays are whisked in by servants.

MERCHANT

Ah, dessert!

Short Round's monkey suddenly screeches and takes off. Willie closed here eyes in dread – but curiosity gets the best of her and she looks – it's worse than she could imagine:

Plates full of small, dead monkey heads! (Production note: because of his extremely sensitive nature, the director has requested that these monkey heads be simulated).

The tops of the monkey's skulls have been cut off and sit loose like little covers. Willie watches in utter dismay as the Maharajah and his guests remove the skull-tops and start dipping spoons into what's inside –

MERCHANT (CONT'D)

Chilled monkey brains!

Willie keels over, crashing backwards in a dead faint!
 

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INT. A PALACE HALL – LATER

Women servants help a wobbly-kneed Willie toward her room.

EXT. THE PELASURE GARDEN – NIGHT

Hundreds of lanterns illuminate the garden where after dinner drinks are served, cigars lighted and hookah pipes puffed on.

Indiana comes out of the pavilion into the garden with Capt. Blumburtt and they talk quietly.

CAPT. BLUMBURTT
Rather bizarre menu, wouldn't you say?

INDIANA

Even if they were trying to scare us away, a devout Hindu would never touch meat.

(looking around)

Makes you wonder what these people are...

Now, the little Maharajah comes over with his retinue and he reaches for Indy's whip which Short Round is carrying.

MAHARAJAH

I have seen this thing. What is it, Dr. Jones?

SHORT ROUND

Hey, nobody touches Indy's whip!

Short Round grabs for it, but Indiana restrains him.

INDIANA

We're guests here, Shorty.

The Maharajah glares are Short Round and five the whip to Indy.

MAHARAJAH

You will show me how it works please.

Indy bows to the little prince and smiles ironically –
 

INDIANA

You wish is my command, your Highness.

While Short Round watches angrily, Indiana walks across the garden and unfurls the whip. Indy sees a servant lighting a candle.

Suddenly the whip flies and CRACKS like a pistol shot. The candle disappears! Indiana whirls and CRACKS the whip again, snagging a flower out of a dancing girl's hair.

The Maharajah reacts like any kid – he shoops happily.

MAHARAJAH

That is wonderful! Please teach me how!

Short Round sulks as he listens to Indiana instructing the Maharajah on how to hold the whip. As the young prince practices the grip, Indy notices Chattar Lal slip behind a fountain to talk to a dark figure in robes who appears.

Indiana sees Chattar Lal bow to the dark figure – and Indy catches a glimpse of the stranger's pale face and dark hollow eyes. Then the robled apparition seems to disappear.

Meanwhile everyone watches respectfully as the Maharajah unfurls the whip for his first attempt. He flings the whip but it flies back and snaps– biting his own cheek.

There's a stunned silence – then Short Round laughs at the little prince who is holding his wounded cheek. The incensed Maharajah suddenly flashes the whip as Short Round.

Short Round grabs the end of it and pulls hard – the whip is tugged taut between the two hostile boys. As they draw near each other, Short Round sees something weird:

The little Maharajah's eyes begin glowing yellow and he hisses softly in a strange voice. Nobody else sees or hears the bizarre transformation...

Indiana finally intercedes – he grabs Short Round by the neck.

INDIANA
Okay, Short Round, let go of it.

Short Round lets go and Indy gently takes the whip back from the little prince.

INDIANA (CONT'D)

The Turks say that a whip can be an enemy even to its owner. If you get some rope, it'll be easier to learn with, your Highness. Now, I think we'll say goodnight.

The Maharajah and Short Round stare hostiley at each other as Indy recoils his whip.

CUT TO:

INT. A PALACE HALL – NIGHT

Short Round walks beside Indiana down the shadowy hall toward their room. Short Round has Indy's whip curled around his shoulder. The little fellow yawns and shakes his head.

SHORT ROUND

That little Maharajah think he big stuff.

INDIANA

You don't like him do you?

SHORT ROUND

Next time I flatten him! Did you see his eyes?

INDIANA

No.

SHORT ROUND

Indy, they glow like fire and get real crazy! Then he talk in this real scary voice!

Indy tousles Short Round's hair.

INDIANA

He was afraid of you. He knows a tough guy when he sees one.

SHORT ROUND

(not so sure)

Yeah, that's what happened...

They reach their room and Short Round opens the door.

INDIANA

I better see how Willie is.

Short Round shakes his head scornfully as Indy crosses the hall and knocks on another door. After a moment, the door opens and Willie is standing there in a tempting nightgown.

INDIANA

I brought you something.

He holds up something wrapped in a piece of silk.

WILLIE

(disgusted)

Not leftovers?

INDIANA

No – real food.

Willie opens the bundle suspiciously – then her face lights up as she examines the breads and fruits inside.

WILLIE

Oh, it is real food... it's beautiful.

She bites happily into a piece of fruit – its juice runs down her chin and Indy wipes it off gently with his hand. The mouth deliberately seductive and Willie is not displeased.

WILLIE (CONT'D)

You're nice. Listen, I'm taking applications – how'd you like to be my palace slave?

INDIANA

(smiling)

Wearing your jewels to be, princess?

Indy touches her necklace – then his hand caresses her neck and ear. She shivers slightly and speaks softly.

WILLIE

Yeah – and nothing else.

(smiling)

That shock you?

INDIANA

(shaking his head)

I'm a scientist. I like doing research on certain "nocturnal activities" –

She smiles and puts a grape to his lips. He opens his mouth takes it and chews it.

WILLIE

You mean like love rituals...

He swallows the grape and they move toward each other slowly to kiss, revealing the passion that's simmering.

INDIANA

And mating customs...

They kiss again more heatedly.

WILLIE

Primitive sexual practices?

INDIANA

You're talking to an authority in that area.

They kiss again hungrily –
 

WILLIE

You're dying to come into my room, aren't you?

INDIANA

You want me so bad, why don't you invite me?

WILLIE

Too proud to admit you're crazy about me, Dr. Jones?

INDIANA

I think you're too used to getting you own way, Willie...

They kiss yet again – and Indy breaks it off, just to show he's still in control. He backs away toward his room.

WILLIE

(watching him)

We'll see who gives in first – I'll leave my door open.