Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom

INDIANA

Don't catch cold.

WILLIE

Dr. Jones?

Indy stops by his door and sees Willie smiling as she holds up five fingers –
 

WILLIE (CONT'D)

Five minutes... you'll be back over here in five minutes...

INDIANA

You're dreaming, Willie. You want to make it real, just knock on my door.

He winks. She waves. But neither one will surrender first. Willie does into her room, leaving the door ajar. Indy opens his door.

INT. INDIANA'S SUITE

Indy comes in and closes the door – leaving it open a crack. He stands and listens, waiting for her to come over.

INT. WILLIE'S SUITE

Willie stands likewise by her door, waiting to hear Indy come back over.

INT. INDIANA'S SUITE

Indiana shrugs and walks over to a couch and starts taking off his tweed jacket and necktie –
 

INDIANA

Five minutes... fat chance.

INT. WILLIE'S SUIT

Willie moves around her lavish suite, turning down lights, creating a romantic effect, checking herself in a mirror –
 

WILLIE

(confidently)

Five minutes, Dr. Jones...

INT. INDIANA'S SUITE

Indy undresses in the magnificently decorated room: wall paintings show palace scenes and landscapes; life-size figures dance and there are full-scale portraits or Rajput princes and prancing horses. But Indy's more concerned with lust than with art.

INDIANA

(muttering)

... want me to be her palace slave!

He picks up his whip and smiles, considering using it on her. Then he just grumbles and tosses the bullwhip onto the couch.

INT. WILLIE'S SUITE

Lying in bed in a seductive pose, Willie waits for Indy to show up and she starts to look worried. She grabs a clock and shakes it to see if it's working. She taps her fingers irritably wondering in her charm has failed...

INT. INDIANA'S SUITE

We see another clock ticking. Looking annoyed, Indy tosses a boot at it and the clock falls on its face, setting of the alarm.

On the chaise lounge in front of Indy's bed, Short Round moves groggily and sees Indy turning off the alarm.

SHORT ROUND
(half asleep)

Get to sleep Indy – I stay up and keep eye on things...

INDIANA

Okay, Shorty ... see you in the morning... I'm going to have a little – word with Willie.

Indy finally shakes his head and gives in to his animal instincts. He buttons his shirt, puts his boots back on and grabs his leather jacket.

As he puts on his jacket he walks past the life-sized paintings of armed guards standing in silent vigil. Suddenly we see something frightening behind him: one of the wall paintings sees to come to life!

A large figure in robes and a turban looms out from the wall and lifts a silk cord – the figure wraps the cord suddenly around Indiana's neck!

The huge assassin stands behind Indy, twisting the cord even tighter around his neck. As Indy attempts to break free he sees the assassin's face is a mirror – and a strange yellow light glowing in the killer's eyes.

INT. WILLIE'S SUITE

Willie's finally had enough waiting and she gets out of beg petulantly.

WILLIE

He's not coming... I can't believe it...

She walks across the room and opens the door. She looks out the empty hall – and her resolve starts to weaken –

WILLIE (CONT'D)

Well...

(bracing herself)

No! I'm not going over there...

She comes back into her room and kicks the door closed.

WILLIE (CONT'D)

Sleep tight, Dr. Jones!

(suddenly melancholy)

I could've been your greatest adventure...

INT. INDIANA'S SUITE

Indy shoves the assassin backwards, ramming the big man into the wall. The assassin maintains his deathgrip – while on the chaise, Short Round sleeps through it all!

Gasping futilely for air, Indy sinks slowly to his knees – his eyes bulge and he stares at the tiny, smiling skulls at the ends of the death-cord wrapped around the assassin's fists.

Indiana sinks lower and then feels something – desperately he grabs a brass pot on the floor by the handle and swings it with his last strength, smashing it up into the assassin's head with a skull-crushing clang!

The assassin is stunned and Indiana curls forward pulling him into a somersault and sending him flying over his back. The assassin crashes on his spring next to the chaise. Short Round still doesn't wake up.

Indiana rips the cord from around his neck and gasps for breath. He sees the assassin pulling a knife. Indiana dives as the knife flies through the air and slams into the wall.

Indiana grabs his whip, rolls and lands on his feet. As the assassin tries to retreat, Indy unleashes his whip – it CRACKS and wraps around the killer's neck.

The big man struggles, pulling on the whip, trying to release it from his throat – and Indiana holds fast, watching the killer gasping for air now as his face turns red.

Suddenly the assassin does a full-blown backward somersault which rips the whip out of Indy's hand. The assassin has an instant to grin victoriously –

Until he sees that the whip handle is arching toward the ceiling where is gets caught on the revolving fan! The surprised assassin it tugged upwards – and the whip twists around the ceiling fan like fishing-line around a fishing-reel –
 

And like a doomed flounder, the assassin is slowly reeled up and dragged toward the ceiling, his toes lifting off the floor. The assassin screams as he is hanged! His legs twitch in his death throes – and below him, Short Round finally wakes up.

Always Indiana's protector, Shorty instinctively leaps off the couch and draws a small dagger –

SHORT ROUND

Don't worry, Indy! Where are they?!

Short Round spins a 360 , then looks up and does a double-take seeing the dead assassin twisting slowly around the ceiling fan. Indy takes Short Round by the shoulders and turns him away from the grisly sight.

INDIANA

It's okay, it's over – go turn off the fan.

Short goes over and turns off the fan – the assassin's body drops and Indy recoils his whip. Suddenly they hear a hideous scream – Willie!

INT. WILLIE'S SUITE

In a tight closeup: Willie screams again. She's lying in bed looking down at something –

Moving up her shapely leg, a green and black, monstrous-looking insect crawls onto her stomach and Willie stops breather. Immobilized by fear, Willie watches in silent agony as the hideous insect climbs slowly up her breast and slithers toward her neck.

Across the suite, the doors burst open and Indiana rushes in. Shorty is behind him, carrying Indy's whip. Indiana leaps on a stools and slides up to the bed to save Willie –

Then he spots the giant insect crawling on her and decides to have some fun.

INDIANA

This a cheap trick to get me over here?

Willie speaks with desperate, fearful precision –
 

WILLIE

No – don't you see – crawling –

INDIANA

What – the bug?

Willie is petrified and shaking.

WILLIE

Get – the – bug – off!

INDIANA

Gee, I wouldn't want to touch an ugly critter like that!

SHORT ROUND

(grinning)

Uh uh – me neither!

Willie looks at the man-of-action like he's insane. Then she feels the bug crawling onto her cheek –
 

WILLIE

Oh no – oh no!!

INDIANA

(studying the bug)

You know, Willie, I'll bet he's mad because they were eating his friends for dinner.

WILLIE

Please – oh please, I'm going to die! Get it off!

Indiana shrugs and leans over and casually swats the horrible bug off her face. He and Short Round watch the insect skid across the floor – and suddenly disappear as if by magic!

Puzzled, they wander toward the wall, leaving Willie behind, bathed in sweat, staring at the ceiling –

WILLIE
What did I do to deserve this trip?!

Kneeling by the wall, Short Round examines the baseboard –
 

SHORT ROUND

It went under. Hey, I feel wind, Indy.

Indiana knocks on the wall and considers the hollow sound. He moves back and looks at the whole wall. Behind him, Willie moves past –

WILLIE

I'm packing! I'm getting out of here right now tonight!

She dashes behind a screen to start getting dressed. Meanwhile Indy feels the marble walls. He moves to a niche in which there is a small statue of Ganesha, the friendly elephant god.

Indiana lifts the statue – and a panel in the wall opens slowly. Short Round looks amazed. Indy watches the light fall across the far wall of a tunnel as the door opens slowly.

Indy peers into the tunnel at an old wall painting. Spiderly Sanskrit calligraphy runs under a flanking illustration of a prince bowing before a god.

Indy reads aloud an inscription in Sanskrit.
 

SHORT ROUND

What does it mean, Indy?

INDIANA

(translating)

"Follow in the footsteps of Shiva. Do not betray his truth."

Indy takes out the piece of cloth the boy gave him in Mayapore, the similarities are striking. It is also a picture of Shiva Sankara.

He repeats aloud the inscription also written on the cloth.

Over behind the screen, Willie's getting into some silk pants with an Indian-style brocade bodice top –
 

WILLIE

I don't care if I have to walk to Delhi, I'm – hey!

She notices Indy and Short Round bending to enter the dark tunnel behind the wall.

WILLIE (CONT'D)

Wait a minute! What're you – where're you going?!

Indy pokes his head back into the room –
 

INDIANA

Lock your door and don't leave until we get back.

He disappears behind the wall and Willie looks worried.

INT. A PALACE TUNNEL – NIGHT

Indy and Short Round enter the secret passage and move forward slowly into the inky darkness.

SHORT ROUND

I don't think we suppose to be in here, Indy...

They creep slowly down the dark tunnel. It grows smaller and Indy ducks his head.

SHORT ROUND (CONT'D)

I step on something.

Their footsteps crunch on the tunnel floor.

INDIANA

You're right, there's something all over the floor...

Even Short Round has to duck and Indy finally kneels to his hands and knees.

INDIANA (CONT'D)

We'll have to crawl.

As they crawl, their hands and knees continue to crunch on whatever it is littering the ground.

SHORT ROUND

Indy, the floor – there is something alive!

Indiana gets a match out of his pocket. He snaps it with his thumb and the match flares – a hideous insectarium: a living collection of the world's ugliest anthropoids, hexapods and arachnids.

SHORT ROUND

Holy smoke – I'm scared, Indy!

Indiana turns and sees something else –
 

INDIANA

There's a chamber here. Come on –

Indy finds an oil lamp on the wall and lights it. Short Round happily scampers into the chamber and Indy follows him. Suddenly the door slides shut – trapping them inside!

INT. THE CHAMBER

Indiana lights a match and finds another oil lamp. He and Short Round look for a way to open the door that closed behind them, but they have no luck.

INDIANA

Damn!

Then they hear Willie's voice echoing down the short tunnel.

WILLIE (O.S.)

Hey – where are you?!

INT. WILLIE'S SUITE