EXT. RAIN-LASHED CLIFF - NIGHT
The door to the cage breaks open and an arm reaches in, grabbing Indy and pulling him out. Indy cries out in terror as he is THROWN against the cliff face. A scarred Nazi glares at him. The Nazi touches Indy's face, almost intimately, then Indy's hip.
NAZII always get my man, Doctor Jones.
Indiana Jones cries out in terror. The Nazi grabs Indy by the throat and starts to choke him. Indy suddenly reverses and they fall onto the ground. In the struggle, Indy WRESTLES away the man's gun and shoots him in the face blowing out the front of his skull and blasting pieces of brains everywhere.
EXT. COLLAPSING VILLAGE BUILT ON CRASHED AIRPLANES - DAY
Indiana Jones swings his axe chopping the head of a lunatic in half. Another lunatic is begging for mercy. Indy stabs him in the face and the man dies gurgling with blood running down his shirt. Indy kicks another man off a bridge and shoots the last man in the throat with a shotgun. He quickly climbs up onto a nearby roof and opens the artifact chest he saw earlier.
Inside the chest is a small coin. Indy wipes the blood away from his face and picks up the coin to study it.
INDIANA JONESNineteenth Century Japanese. Poor condition. The National Museum is going to go wild for this.
He is interrupted by the crackling radio. MARCUS BRODY is on the other end.
MARCUS BRODYProfessor Jones...are you there...hello?
INDIANA JONESMarcus! I thought you were dead! Where are you! I'll come and get you!
MARCUS BRODYI'm in a village.
INDIANA JONESCrashed airplanes?
INDIANA JONESI think I'm in that village.
MARCUS BRODYDoes it have a bunch of ropes going everywhere and some sort of conveyor system for transporting tiger cages up to the top of a mountain?
INDIANA JONESNo. It must be a different village.
MARCUS BRODYWell you must find it! They're searching for me and I fear what they might do.
INDIANA JONESHave you seen Marion? I--
MARCUS BRODYNO! No, who are you?! Help! INDY!
(Shouting and struggling sounds)
INDIANA JONESMarcus! What is happening?
He shouts several times, but the radio is dead. Indy begins to cry and sinks to his knees.
Sometimes I dream that I'm sitting in the back of the defunct Weinermobile as it careens driverless down the highway. At first I thought this was symbolic of the powerlessness I feel in life, but then I realized it's actually the Weinermobile's dream of being able to drive again.
Three years ago, when we were burying my uncle, Cleaver and some gross lady dog (Solstice???) showed up at the cemetery and starting going at it really loudly. It ruined everything and we had to have a "re-do" the next day and it cost a fortune. I've hated him ever since for that.
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