All language subtitles for The Adventures of Young Indiana Jones S01E01 My First Adventure_track3_eng

(baby fusses)

INDY: I was born July 1, 1899.

I don't remember a whole lot about it,

but I guess my parents were
pretty pleased to see me.

They decided to name me after my father,

so I'm Henry Walton Jones Jr.

(baby coos)

I grew up in Princeton, New Jersey,

at an exciting time:

the very beginning of the 20th century.

I started to walk at a pretty early age.

Everyone in the house
got pretty excited about it.

PROFESSOR HENRY JONES SR.: Junior!

INDY: I'm not sure why,
but I've always wanted

to see what was out there
over the next hill.

I like exploring.

Look what we have for you.

INDY: At an early age,
I met my very best friend in life.

Isn't he cute?

INDY: You know how it is
when you really like someone

the first time you ever meet them?

I mean, really like them.

Well, that's how it was
with me and Indiana.

We were buddies, straight up.

My dad teaches at Princeton.

He's a professor of medieval studies

and a very smart man.

He wrote a book about chivalry.

My mother adores him.

She's the sweetest, smartest,

and most wonderful woman who ever lived.

(Indiana barks)

(whimpers)

I'm not crazy about school.

It's not so much that
I don't like the lessons,

I just hate sitting still the whole time.

Yeah. Come on.

It's more fun with Indiana,
and I learn a whole lot more--

like how far a ball can travel,
how to beat gravity.

If that balloon hadn't sprung a leak,

Indiana would have been
the first dog on the moon.

But, then I guess he would've been
pretty lonely up there all by himself.

One time, we set out
to break the land speed record.

Round about here, I learned
something really important.

Wherever you are
and whatever you're doing,

always keep a sharp lookout behind you.

Faster! Come on!

I'll never forget when I discovered
how electricity works.

Indiana was a great help.

(Indiana barks)

One night, father and mother
came into my room,

and what he said changed my life.

Listen carefully, Junior.

Darling, we're going on a journey
round the world.

INDY:
His new book was such a big success

that he'd gotten invitations

to speak at all kinds
of schools and universities.

(barks)

So Princeton had given him
a leave of absence.

The only sad thing was
saying good-bye to Indiana.

Bye! Take care of Indy!

INDY:
We boarded a giant steamship

and sailed across the Atlantic Ocean.

Our first stop was England,
where we visited London,

and then went on to Oxford,
where my father had gone to university.

He said he had a surprise for me.

Huh. Some surprise.

You think your teacher's tough?

Let me tell you, she's a pussycat

compared with Miss Helen Seymour...

Tutor supreme.

Stand up straight, Henry, dear.

Young man, how old are you?

Nine.

And are you anxious to learn?

Depends.

"Depends"?

"Depends"? On what?

On what's being taught.

You may go.

MISS SEYMOUR: I'm sorry, it's impossible.
He's far too young.

Your son needs a governess.

I am not a governess, I am a teacher.

You're the best there is.

That's why he needs you.

Dear Professor Jones, he is a child.

I'm used to teaching
young gentlemen twice his age.

It's quite out of the question.

I hate her. She's a witch!

Shh!

Darling, listen.

Miss Seymour is very highly regarded
in academic circles.

She tutored your father
when he was at Oxford.

He thinks a great deal of her.

Then let him go with her,
and we can go back home.

INDY: Which seemed pretty much
like the end of it...

Or so I thought.

Like I said, my father
was a very smart man.

I know how much
you've always wanted to travel.

It's the chance of a lifetime.

Don't say you're going
to turn your back on it.

I'm sorry, Professor Jones,
but I won't go a single mile

with that boy.

Not even to see the Great Wall of China?

The gardens of Kyoto?

The Taj Mahal by moonlight?

Sunset over the pyramids.

INDY: It took nine days
to sail across the Mediterranean Sea.

I guess my mother and father
had quite a good time on the voyage.

I didn't get to see
too much of it, though.

Miss Seymour didn't let up on me
for one bit of a minute.

Math, literature, history.

It was like nothing could stop her,

-not even the ocean.
-(thud)

MISS SEYMOUR: Oh, my goodness.

(horn blaring)

Heavy weather, captain.

A bit lively, Bishop.

I hope it's not spoiling
your enjoyment of the voyage?

No, no, not at all.

We British are a hardy island breed, what.

Well, young fellow,
how are your studies progressing?

-I learned about mummies, sir.
-Mummies?

Yes, sir. About how the ancient Egyptians
turned people into mummies

when they died.

Really?

How did they go about that?

Well, first, they scooped out the brain.

They took it out through the nose.

Of course, they had to break it first.

Here. They used a metal hook
and kind of teased it out.

Excuse me.

They took a stone knife,

cut open the left side of the corpse,

reached in, pulled out all
the lower organs.

They put them in four separate jars.

One for the liver, one for the lungs,
one for the stomach,

and one for the intestines.

They tied on the toenails

and the fingernails with string...

So they wouldn't fall off.

They plugged up the nose
and, you know, stuck little bits of cloth

under the eyelids.

And this is really interesting:

sometimes they used little onions instead.

That completed the first stage, sir.
The embalming.

Then they had to wrap
the whole body in bandages.

Didn't always work, though.

Most often, the mummies leaked.

I believe that I'm wanted on the bridge.

That was an interesting speech, Junior.

Thank you, Father.

Now...

eat your tripe.

INDY: We landed at Alexandria
and then made our way up the Nile river

to the ancient city of Cairo.

I had never seen anything like it.

Everything was so wonderful,
strange and exotic.

(indistinct crowd chattering)

(indistinct chattering continues)

MISS SEYMOUR: Henry?

INDY:
As soon as we had settled in,

my father started his lectures

at Cairo University.

Mother was busy helping him out
on the social side

with afternoon teas and things,

so I was left to the tender mercies of...

the wicked witch.

(double-reed flute plays)

From time to time,
I was able to explore things on my own.

But for the most part,
the "goddess of knowledge"

kept my nose stuck in a book.

Have you finished?

-Almost.
-Good.

Well, when you've done,
we'll take an expedition

out to see the monuments.

You mean the pyramids?

Yes, and the great mysterious sphinx.

Oh, boy.

The great Egyptian Sphinx
was built around 2,500 B.C.

Wow.

Now, why don't we have
a real adventure, hmm,

and climb onto those pyramids?

(man shouting in Arabic)

INDY:
Why did you only give him 10 piasters?

MISS SEYMOUR: Because ten piasters
are entirely sufficient

for his services, Mr. Jones.

(Indy sighs) But he wanted 30.

These people expect to barter.
It is part of their nature.

You'll see. By the time we get down,
he will be perfectly content.

(shouting in Arabic)

I don't know, Miss Seymour.

He looks pretty mad to me.

Nonsense, Mr. Jones.

Now, when was that pyramid built?

Over 4,000 years old.

By King Cheops.

It's one of the largest constructions
ever made by man

and one of the seven wonders of the world.

Very good.

Why can't we climb to the top
of the biggest pyramid?

I should be more than happy
to get to the top of this one, Mr. Jones.

Now, let's get on.

Jeez, Miss Seymour.
Must have been great to be a pharaoh.

Look, Miss Seymour!

MISS SEYMOUR: Oh, my goodness!

He's taking our camels!

-Hey, wait!
-Wait! Wait!

BOTH: Come back!

INDY: Hey, wait!

Wait a minute!

Come back!

MISS SEYMOUR: Wait!

Come back!

Wait a minute! Come back!

Come back with our camels!

Wait!

Wait a minute!

-(gasps)
-Guess he wasn't too content after all.

What on earth shall we do?

I don't know, Miss Seymour.

Do we have to walk?

It's much too far.

Besides, it will be dark soon.

-What if we're attacked by bandits?
-Oh, nonsense.

Or tomb robbers?

They're supposed to be real scary.

Henry, there's absolutely nothing,
nothing to be afraid of.

Look!

MISS SEYMOUR: Someone's coming.

Hurrah! We're saved!

But what if it's a tomb robber?

Hello, Miss Seymour.

Mr. Lawrence!

What in heaven's name are you doing here?

I've been up in Syria,
looking at the crusader castles,

and I thought I'd take in a bit of Egypt

before going home. Hello.

Hi.

Mr. Henry Jones Jr.
Of Princeton, New Jersey,

Mr. T.E. Lawrence
of Jesus College, Oxford.

-How do you do, Mr. Lawrence?
-Awfully well, thank you.

And please call me Ned.

I say, you're not related
to Professor Henry Jones, by any chance?

He's my dad.

I've read his books. They're brilliant.

What happened?

We had a slight altercation
with our guide.

Yeah. He ran off with the camels.

Yes. They do that sometimes.

Yes, but what on earth shall we do?

Well, I'd say gather up some camel dung
and make jolly sure we don't catch cold.

T.E. LAWRENCE: Time stands still.

It has no meaning.

When you open a tomb,
you let in the light,

the first light that place has seen

for 3,000 or 4,000 years.

Your feet are the first
to tread that floor

since the feet of the men who made it.

You may even see their footsteps
going before you in the dust.

You are breathing the same air
as the men who laid the mummy to rest.

Wow. Sounds great.

I'd like to be an archeologist.

Maybe you'll add a new page to history

or discover a treasure beyond price.

And get rich.

No, Henry.

The archeologists don't get rich.

Archeology doesn't steal from the past.

It opens it so that everyone may learn

from its treasures.

But... why did they have all that stuff
in the tomb with them?

They didn't need it. They were dead.

Yes, but they believed that their spirit
continued to live in the tomb

and come alive again.

-Really?
-Really.

Is it true?

MISS SEYMOUR: No, Henry. It is not true.

But it is what many
of the ancient Egyptians believed.

Then... what does happen when you die?

You know very well.

You mean, if you're good,
your soul goes to heaven,

with all the angels and stuff?

Precisely.

T.E. LAWRENCE:
That's the Christian belief.

Other people have different answers.

Like what?

Well, a good Muslim will go to paradise,

which, according to the Prophet Mohammed,
is a delightful place,

especially if you're a man.

A Hindu believes in reincarnation.

Reincarnation? What's that?

It means that when the body dies,
the soul reappears in another body

and lives again.

And then it moves on again,
and so on and so on.

-The same soul?
-T.E. LAWRENCE: Yes.

-But in different bodies?
-T.E. LAWRENCE: Yes.

Where do we come from? Where do we go?

It's one of the truly great mysteries...

And the spark of most great religions.

So, nearly all of them have an answer
to what happens when we die.

Which one is true?

No one's come back to tell us.

Mr. Lawrence...

Oh, but, Henry,

if you should meet a mummy one night,
you can always ask him.

Meet a mummy...

And ask him?

Yes. When his spirit returns at sunset
and enters his shriveled body,

when he rises slowly from his dusty coffin
and creeps out into the darkness,

when he glides across the empty desert

where nothing is heard
but the cry of the jackal...

(distant howling)

...and the shuffle of his
bony feet across the sand.

(whispers) shuffle-shuffle.
Shuffle-shuffle.

Wow.

Mr. Lawrence...

Then, if you should chance to meet him,
it may be he will answer your question...

Oh, but only if you return with him
to his tomb.

Mr. Lawrence, it's time we went to sleep.

Oh, by the way, I'm going upriver tomorrow

near the Valley of the Kings.

A friend of mine is working on a dig
with Howard Carter.

-Would you like to come?
-Can we, Miss Seymour?

May we.

May we?

Your father will have
to give his permission.

He will. I know he will.

May we, Father?

May we?

Please?

Use it as a journal or diary.

Write down anything
that interests or strikes you.

Thank you, Father.

And don't neglect your studies, Junior.

No, sir.

Whoopee! Ha, ha, ha!

ANNA: It's wonderful.

(seagull cries)

(speaking Arabic)

He wants to know
what it is you're reading.

It's a book about Napoleon.

She says I have to read it.

(speaking Arabic)

They're wise people, you see.

They prize knowledge above all things.

(conversing in Arabic)

Henry, wherever you go
and whatever countries you visit,

learn the language.

It's the key that unlocks everything,
the most important thing of all.

(hammering)

(men chanting in Arabic)

Ned!

Ned!

My dear Ned.

Ha! How positively delightful to see you.

May I introduce Miss Helen Seymour

and Mr. Henry Jones, Jr.

This is my dear friend, Rasheed Sallam.

Delightful. Delightful.

Welcome to you both.

Ned, you're in luck.

We've discovered a new tomb.

A pharaoh?

No, not a pharaoh, I'm afraid.

Still, everything is important,

as Mr. Carter always says.

Will we get to see inside of it?

Well, I do hope so, Mr. Jones.

That would be great.

-Ghaly, why are those men sitting idle?
-They are afraid.

Afraid? Afraid of what?

They say there is a curse on the tomb.

A curse? To make people die?

Now, you know
there's no such thing as a curse.

That's what the men are saying.

Go back to work at once.

At once, Mr. Ghaly.

But there could be a curse.

Couldn't there?

Well, of course not.

(whistle blows)

(man shouts in Arabic)

Demetrios is gonna blow up the rock.

It'll make a lovely explosion
and clear the road to the camp.

All clear, Demetrios!

Okay!

(explosion)

(gunshot)

Pierre, make sure you get some pictures

of these seals.

Very good, Mr. Carter.

HOWARD: We found these last month.

Pottery, linen, and these clay seals.
All 18th dynasty.

This one bears the name
of the King Tutankhamun.

Ah, the boy pharaoh, Mr. Carter.

How old was he?

About your age when he became a pharaoh.

T.E. LAWRENCE: And do you think
his tomb still exists?

HOWARD: I'm certain of it, Mr. Lawrence.

And I believe we shall find it,

with hard work

and a great deal of luck.

I have an almost superstitious
conviction about it.

Not very scientific, I'm afraid.

-(blowing)
-Henry.

And the tomb you found
yesterday, Mr. Carter?

Uh, also 18th dynasty,

but, alas, not the King's.

Uh, his name was Ka.

Ka?

He seems to have been
some kind of architect or engineer.

We may know more when we open up his tomb.

Will you be the first ones inside of it?

Yes. Would you like to come along?

Jeepers creepers. Thanks!

(flash pops)

GHALY: The workers won't go in
because of the curse.

Superstition, Mr. Ghaly.
It's only superstition.

Beware. It's the curse.

HOWARD: We must be very careful in here.

Some of these tombs are airtight.

When the artifacts that are left behind

begin to decompose,

they create poisonous gases.

In the royal tombs, there are many traps

to discourage grave robbers,

but since Ka was only an architect,

I doubt that we're in much danger.

"He that enters my tomb,
I shall burn with my fire."

-It's the curse.
-Shh!

Proceed.

Break the seals.

Completely scorched.

Good lord.

T.E. LAWRENCE:
Someone's been in before us.

PIERRE: Tomb robbers?

-(whispers) Or the curse.
-MISS SEYMOUR: Henry.

Well, there's only one way to find out.

My God.

Is that Ka?

That is Ka.

Holy smokes.

Extraordinary.

Why are there no artifacts?

Maybe they were stolen?

I don't think so.
The door seals were intact.

There must be another chamber.

Over here.

(blows) Ned, open it up.

Careful. It's a sealed room, remember.

Poison gas! Everybody out! Quick!

(coughing)

All safe?

We'll go back in the morning.

The air will be clear by then.

Put a guard on tonight, Rasheed,
someone you can trust.

I'll guard the tomb myself, sir.

Good. Better draw a gun

from the armory, just in case.

Can I stand guard with you tonight?

That's very brave of you, Mr. Jones,

but I'll be all right.

(seagull cries)

(wind whistling)

(jackals howl)

INDY: Rasheed, where are you?

Rasheed, where are you?!

Come on.

PIERRE: Rasheed!

Rasheed-- oh, mon dieu.

Oh, wow!

The mummy's gone.

It climbed out of its coffin
and got Rasheed.

Calm down and don't be silly.

T.E. LAWRENCE: Rasheed.

No, Henry, keep away.

Poor Rasheed.

-What a dreadful way--
-The fire didn't kill him.

There's a head wound here.
Someone attacked him.

He didn't even have time to draw his gun.

We'll have to take him to Cairo.

There's bound to be an inquiry.

I'll go myself this afternoon.

-Hello.
-What?

Some kind of silver powder...

His leg's covered with it.

HOWARD:
No one's been here: nothing's touched.

T.E. LAWRENCE: It doesn't make sense.

There doesn't seem to be a motive.

INDY: Yes, there is.

"He that enters my tomb
I shall burn with my fire."

Henry.

It's the curse!

(all yelling)

T.E. LAWRENCE: I mean,
there's no motive for his death.

I can't see any reason.

My God, it seems so pointless.

God knows it's common.

All that lives must die,
passing through nature to eternity.

But he was my friend.
I shall miss him dreadfully.

You'll see him again, won't you?

See him again?

In heaven...

After you die.

If Ka let him go

after he rose from his coffin...

after he killed Rasheed.

Listen, Henry...

When I told you all those things
about mummies coming alive again

and walking the Earth,

well... I'm afraid I must've...

Told lies?

Exaggerated.

I can't seem to help it.
It's something I do.

Why?

I'm not sure,

but I often...

Tell stories, you know...

Make things up...

to make life seem more exciting,
more worthwhile.

T.E. LAWRENCE: There's got to be a motive.

INDY:
Do we have to do this tonight?

Don't be frightened.

I want to thoroughly check the room
before anybody else gets in here.

Shouldn't we wait
for Mr. Carter to get back?

No, don't worry.
Only don't disturb anything.

Well, Henry...

This is what Ka really looked like.

MISS SEYMOUR: He's beautiful.

"I was beloved of the pharaoh.

As a reward for my great service,

he gave me the precious headpiece."

Ah, that must be the one
he's wearing, Henry.

"The sacred jackal with the eyes of fire."

It can't be.

What?

It can't be the headpiece he's wearing.

There's no jackal with eyes of fire.

You're right.

Wait a minute, though.

Something was here.

It's been broken off,

stolen.

At last, we've got a motive.

That's probably what it looked like.

What did it mean, "Eyes of fire"?

The jackal's eyes were precious stones.

MISS SEYMOUR: That's why it was stolen...

and poor Rasheed killed.

But I still don't understand
why the mummy disappeared.

A native wouldn't do it.

It would be sacrilege.

Then who? One of the assistants?

Pierre?

Or...

someone with a foot in both worlds...

who knew the power of the curse,

yet didn't himself believe it,

who needed money and hated Rasheed.

(whispering) Mr. Ghaly, Ned.

Are you gonna arrest him?

T.E. LAWRENCE:
We haven't got enough proof yet.

We need hard evidence.

Ah.

I'd forgotten all about it.
What a fool I am.

What is it?

The powder I found on Rasheed's body.

(poof)

Photographer's flash powder.

Pierre.

(footsteps)

(muffled cry)

I need your help, old lad.

I'm going to search Pierre's tent.

-Pierre will kill you.
-He's not there.

He's over there, see?

Keep your eyes skinned.

If he moves, come quick and tell me.

Holy smokes.

Play up and play the game, eh?

Trust me, Ned.

(donkey brays)

(horse neighs)

Henry?

Miss Seymour. Have you seen Henry?

Why, no. What's the matter?

-Quick, the tomb.
-What?

(poof)

(door creaks)

Aah!

Get away!

Help! Help, get away!

Help! He's gonna kill me!

That fool!

He's gonna kill me just
like he killed Rasheed!

Kill Rasheed?! He's crazy!

I did not kill Rasheed!

T.E. LAWRENCE:
Then what are you doing here?

I was...

taking some photographs

to sell to the newspapers.

Newspapers?

There is much money to be made

from such a story.

A man must live.

T.E. LAWRENCE: There was magnesium powder
found on Rasheed's body.

But I am not the only person

-in the camp who uses magnesium powder.
-Look.

Demetrios!

Look, magnesium for making flares.

Boom!

He will be at portside by now
ready to go aboard a ship.

Not if I have anything to do with it.

Where is it?

Hey!

Where is it?!

I've hidden it, and you'll never find it!

You got him!

Yes, but he hasn't got the jackal.

What is Morocco like, Father?

Very old and very mysterious,

not like any place you're used to.

It's a very different culture, son.

Some of them still own slaves.

Really?

Hush, dear. You're getting overly excited.

-No, but he said--
-Quiet, Junior.

It's time we were getting on board.

-Is it true, Miss Seymour?
-MISS SEYMOUR: Let's go.

Is it true? Do some of them
really still own slaves?

MISS SEYMOUR: Come on, Henry, let's go.

INDY:
And what exactly do slaves do?

MISS SEYMOUR: Let's go.

(horn blows)

My notebook.

I've lost my notebook.

My lecture for the Sultan!

Oh. Thank you, dear.

If I'd really lost it, I'd...

You'd have worried
the whole way to Ouezzane.

How far is Ouezzane from Tangier?

Oh, about 75 miles.
Now in Tangier, we shall be staying

with a friend of mine, Walter Harris.

Walter and I were students together.

Now he's correspondent
for the London Times.

In that case, he sounds
a thoroughly respectable person.

(horn blows)

-Walter!
-Henry, my dear fellow.

Good to see you.
May I introduce my wife Anna?

-Hello.
-Uh, Miss Helen Seymour.

-And my son Henry Junior.
-Delighted to meet you all.

Well, this way. I have a carriage waiting.

How's the crossing. Not too rough, I hope?

The Mediterranean
can be awfully unreliable.

(Muezzin chanting)

I've arranged something tomorrow

which may interest you.

Tea with the Sharifa of Jabell.

The Sharifa of Jabell? Wasn't she...

Emily Keen. Quite right, Miss Seymour.

Emily Keen is, or should I say was,
an Englishwoman.

-She came over here some years ago...
-And married a native.

Well, he's a bit more than a native.

The Sharif was descended from Mohammed.
The people revered him.

And she's a remarkable woman.

I'm sure you'll like her.

(rooster crows)

Junior! You see what you did?

I-- I'm sorry, Father.

Well, sorry will not
make me presentable for tea.

(speaking Arabic)

(spits)

(speaking Arabic)

(speaking Arabic)

I can't imagine how Emily Keen
could give up England

for this less... civilized country.

I think it's very romantic
to give up your country

for the man you love.

(speaking Arabic)

(speaking Arabic)

ANNA: Ooh!

This is beautiful!

WALTER: A far cry from London,

but it has its charms.

-Mr. Harris.
-Sharifa.

May I introduce to you Professor Jones.

We are honored to meet you, Sharifa.

How do you do?

Mrs. Jones.

It's always pleasant to meet Americans.

Henry... uh, Junior.

Oh. Hello.

Hello.

Miss Helen Seymour.

And, of course, a fellow countrywoman.

And you know Sheik Es-Salih,
the Sultan's emissary.

Welcome back to my humble home.

Please come in.

We will have tea. Lovely.

Uh, Junior, leave the lizard outside.

Yes, Father.

And, uh, try and stay out of trouble, hmm?

Yes, Father.

WALTER: The Sharifa introduced English tea

to this country, and I for one

am extremely grateful.

Mrs. Jones, how do you like our country?

It is fascinating.

The religious prejudice
is a little unnerving.

WALTER:
I'm afraid we were victims of spitting

from a less open-minded Muslim
than our friend Mr. Es-Salih here.

There are a few zealots, I'm afraid.

I'm very sorry.

If you don't mind my asking, Sharifa,

did the people object

when the Sharif married a Christian?

Yes, they objected.

But when we married,

he told them that if they ignored me

they would be ignoring him.

That they could not do,

because he was very powerful.

So the Mohammedans accepted me,

partly because of my husband,

but, partly, I think,
because I did not try

to force my views or religion on them.

As many Europeans try to do.

Perhaps you will allow Omar
to take Henry to the garden?

They can play there.

If it would be no trouble...

Omar.

As you bid.

Run off some of that mischief, Junior.

-We have long trip ahead of us.
-Yes, sir.

Okay, catch.

Oh, good one.

What a catch! What a catch! All right!

Mr. Harris and Mr. Es-Salih
are for self-rule.

What are your feelings, Sharifa?

Well, who better to rule a country

than one of its own people?

My dear Professor Jones,

if you have the ear
of the British or the French,

please tell them that.

Heh! I do not have the ear
of any government.

I am simply a professor.

Ho ho! Three to zero!

You better score, or I win.

Do you wish me to score?

-I want to win.
-As you wish.

Wait, wait, I want you to try and score,

but you don't have to be all polite
and let me win.

As you wish.

Oh, what a break!

Hey, you speak English pretty good.

Where'd you learn, school?

I do not go to school.

We speak English to please the Sharifa.

Wait, you don't have to study?

You're lucky.

As you say.

Our country is making
headway at its own pace.

You must not judge it
by English standards.

Are the horses ready?

Yes, they are, Sharifa.

Ah, let me guess. For the Sultan?

A small bribe, to help ensure

that my health programs may be continued.

You will present it, please.

My pleasure.

Well, are we all ready?

We have many miles to go before nightfall.

All set, I believe.

It was lovely to spend time with you.

We will do it again when you return.

Henry, it's time for us to go now.

Right now?

No complaining, young man.
Put your jacket on.

Will there be anyone at Ouezzane
for me to play with?

I don't know, sweetheart.

I'm afraid we haven't found many playmates

for Henry on our journeys.

Ohh. Would you like Omar to travel

with you to be young Henry's playmate?

If he would like to.

Omar...

you will accompany young Henry to Ouezzane

and be a good companion to him.

Prepare for your journey.

(Arabic music)

It's very peaceful outside the town.

Don't get too comfortable.

Bandits roam these parts,
ready to steal anything

from a fine horse to a gold tooth.

You've gotta be on your guard.

You know, Omar,
this place looks like Egypt.

What is Egypt?

It's a country.

Does not every place look like this?

Nope. Switzerland's got mountains,

and Russia's got snow.

I do not know snow.

It's what happens to rain
when it gets really cold.

It kind of falls out of the clouds

in little white flakes.

Does everyone in Russia catch snow?

Well, no.

They kind of let it fall on the ground,

so-- so everywhere you look
you'll see snow.

Every place is different, see?

-Here's a map.
-A map?

Yeah.

It's like a...

picture of the world.

See, there's Egypt, there's Russia.

-I will never see Russia or Egypt.
-You should try.

I had a friend that rode around Egypt
on a bicycle.

I even went on
an archeological dig with him.

I'm gonna be an archeologist
when I grow up.

What is... arch-o-ist?

INDY: Archeologist.

It's like someone
who travels around the world

looking for lost civilizations.

So what are you gonna be when you grow up?

A slave.

No, no, no. I mean when you grow up.

A slave is born into his life.
He cannot leave it.

I had no choice but to give him
a double first.

(men laugh)

Henry, dear, you're so quiet.

You must be very tired.

No, I was just thinking.

About what?

About Omar.

Indy, don't worry about your friend.

He's, uh, he's well-treated,
well-fed and clothed.

If he were a peasant

and had to earn his own living,
life would be much harsher.

He is better off as a slave.

I do not believe anyone would trade
freedom of choice

for a roof over their head,

no matter how lovely the roof.

You are in a different culture,
Miss Seymour.

The human spirit remains
the same everywhere.

Slavery was accepted through
most ancient civilizations.

Not having slaves is
a relatively new idea.

What if Omar doesn't want to be a slave?

Henry, that is what slavery means.

He has no choice.

The Sharifa can sell him
as she could sell a shoe or a necklace

or anything else that belonged to her.

That makes him property.

WALTER: He can be stolen,

and that brings on what I think is

the true problem with slavery, kidnapping.

Kidnapping?

Bandits kidnap slaves and resell them

in what is a-- a thriving,
if illegal, trade.

PROFESSOR HENRY JONES SR.:
Yes, nasty business.

Nasty business.

Hi. Is there another brush?

Yes.

May I ask you a question?

Jeepers, uh, no need to ask my permission.

Ask anything, anytime.

-This Russia on your map.
-Yes?

How do you get there?

Well, let's see.

Um...

From here...
well, let's just check the map.

All right.

From here, you could probably take a boat

through the Mediterranean sea

to the Caspian sea
and all the way up to Russia.

This is the ocean.

Yep. You know,
there's more water than land in the world.

Who owns the ocean?

Why, nobody.

And the ocean can take you everywhere?

Thank you for answer.

Omar, you don't have to bow around me.

We're friends.

Around me, you're not a slave, okay?

Friends.

Come on.

Omar, look. There it is.

Ouezzane. Allah has delivered us safely.

WALTER: My house awaits.

INDY:
Why are there big walls around it?

To keep the bad guys out.

Jeepers, does it work?

Oh, no, no, no, by no means.

Jones, how would you describe that smell?

(sniffs)

Well, I don't know really.

I've always thought the city
smells like incense and dead cats.

What do you think?

Ha ha ha! Hyah!

I think that's pretty disgusting.

First one there gets a lemonade.

-Go!
-Careful, Junior.

Giddy up!

(Indy and Omar cheering)

WALTER: Ah, lemonade.
Would you like some lemonade, Jones?

Indeed.

Here. Cheers.

Oh. One for the ladies.

Welcome.

MISS SEYMOUR: This is lovely.

ANNA: Oh, thank you, dear.

Do you wish to play?

Sure. I'm just gonna get something to eat.

-I will set up goal between two benches.
-Okay.

Omar, quick, go get Haji!

Tell him there's a thief.

Go! Go, go, go!

Go away, get out of here!

Who are you?

Thank you for trying to
protect my house, Indy.

(panting)

Mr. Harris.

I'm sorry. I didn't recognize you.
You-- you looked like an Arab.

That's the idea.

Haji, it's all right. It's only me.

There's no intruder,
just a hungry, thirsty man

who would like his biscuits and tea.

Omar can help you prepare it.

Why are you dressed like that?

It's easier to move round the marketplace.

An Arab can gather more information
than a European.

Holy smokes, are you a spy?

(chuckles)

A newspaperman is not really a spy.

No, I went to see a grand vizier,

a minister for the Sultan.

Unfortunately, he'd offended the Sultan,

so now his head is on a stick
in the marketplace.

He was unable to chat.

Jeepers. His head is on a stick?

Yes, you see, whenever anyone
displeases the Sultan,

he cuts their head off, salts it,

and then the head is displayed
to remind everyone else

not to displease the Sultan.

INDY: Wow.

So, how exactly do you
displease the Sultan?

Oh, many ways.

So you mean you could just, like,
say the wrong thing?

It's always advisable
to think before you speak.

Wow. Just a head and no body, huh?

Were its eyes still open?

(speaking Arabic)

"He stares but sees nothing."

Oh, you have a talent for this language.

Good for you.

Say, what is that stuff
on your face, anyways?

It's walnut oil. Don't worry.

It comes off with lemon juice. Here.

So...

(speaking Arabic)

Will I join you for tea? Sure.

Shall we call the Sultan your highness

or your excellency?

I believe your highness is acceptable.

Henry! Now don't go outside

the walls of the house.

It's not safe.

MISS SEYMOUR:
Why, Henry has no time to go exploring.

He has three chapters of Latin to study.

I'll test you when I return.

Yes, Miss Seymour. But, mother...

ANNA: Yes, dear?

Be very, very careful.

You, uh-- you wouldn't want
to displease the Sultan.

Mr. Harris says, uh--

The Sultan is very generous
with his foreign visitors.

I'm sure there's no worry
of displeasing him.

Well, enjoy yourself while we're gone.

Haji will be here if you need him.

Ladies, the professor is
anxious to give his lecture.

Shall we go?

You and Omar can go out
and play in the garden

after you've finished your studies.

Omar!

Omar... listen.

Mr. Harris says the head
of a grand vizier's

on a stick in the marketplace.

Let's go see it!

American is not safe in marketplace.

I know. I'll dress up like an Arab.

Mr. Harris does it. He showed me.

Even as an Arab, not safe.

Many things can happen.

Come on. I've never seen
a salted head before.

I mean, they don't do stuff
like that in New Jersey.

If I don't see it now,
I'm never gonna get the chance to see one.

Come on, don't argue.
We're just wasting time.

As you bid.

I didn't mean it like an order.

I want you to want to go.

But I do not want to go.

Oh, don't say that.

As you bid.

Don't say that anymore.

Come on, just-- Let's go.
It'll be fun, I promise.

Oh, don't worry so much.

In the marketplace, it is wise not to look
into the eyes of anyone.

I'm not gonna look at anything
except a dead head, all right? I promise.

I wonder if it's got
maggots crawling out of its eyes,

or maybe vultures circling it?

Or maybe its tongue's all swelled up
and hanging out of its mouth?

Oh, you can't tell me
you don't want to see this.

I would like to see it.

I knew it! I knew it.

But we must be careful.

If anyone talks to you, answer only...

(speaks phrase in Arabic)

Uh...

"Allah's great, Allah's good."

In Arabic, not English!

(sighs)

(indistinct chatter)

(double-reed flute plays)

Ha, ha, ha.

Remember what we are here for.

(conversing in Arabic)

-Can you tell me where the salted head is?
-Don't bother me, I'm working!

-Please, sir, please.
-Further up the street.

OMAR: It is not here, and it is late.

We should be to house
before parents and Mr. Harris return.

You look for head of Grand Vizier?

-Do you know where it is?
-Follow me.

Come on, let's go.

It is time to go back.

Oh, one quick look.

Come on, we're already here.

INDY: Come on, let's go!

MAN:
Follow me. It is good head. Very bloody.

Just around corner. Come.

(muffles screams)

BRIGAND: Rashid!

(speaking Arabic)

(speaking Arabic)

Ah!

(yelling in Arabic)

(grunting)

(mouse squeaking)

(squeals)

(children yelling)

(crying)

(speaking Arabic)

Uhh!

(spits)

Uhh!

(muffled) Omar!

Uhh!

Shh! Don't say anything.

Could you untie my legs?

Okay.

We better forget about the salted head.
Let's just get out of here!

Thanks for coming back for me.

OMAR: Shh!

Heh, heh, heh!

We have a trip planned
for you little boys.

You can not turn out on us.

Heh, heh!

Henry! Henry, we're back!

I'll get him. He'll want to hear
all about the Sultan.

Jones, I think the Sultan bettered himself

listening to your lecture. He enjoyed it.

I think so.

He fell asleep for a few moments.

Yes, but only a few.
That makes it a huge success.

(laughs)

Ah! Fresh lemonade.

Now, that'll hit the spot, what.

Henry isn't in his room.

Well, he's probably playing with Omar.

I wouldn't be surprised if he were hiding.

He knows a Latin exam is on the agenda.

ANNA: Oh, I don't think he'd be hiding.

He'd want to hear about the Sultan.

Haji, go and check the house and grounds.

(speaking Arabic)

ANNA: Henry!

PROFESSOR HENRY JONES SR.:
What is it, Harris?

ANNA: Henry!

Damn.

What?

Mr. Harris!

Mr. Harris! Mr. Harris!

The boys not in house.
They must sneak out.

Bring my hat and cane.
I think I know where they've gone.

-Where?
-I'm afraid I made something

I saw in the marketplace this morning
a little too compelling to ignore.

Indy was fascinated.

Are you saying they went alone

to the marketplace?

My hat. I'm going with you.

No, I'd better go alone.

He's my son. I'm going with you.

(speaking Arabic)

I know them here. I'll ask.

(speaking Arabic)

(speaking Arabic, then French)

Junior!

-(speaking French)
-Yeah.

(speaking French)

What?

Has he seen him? What was he saying?

-We can waste no time.
-Damn it, man, tell me what he said!

Don't tell me I'm not coming, Harris.
I am going with you.

You don't speak the language.
You don't know the land.

You'd slow me down. Every minute counts.

Trust me, it's better that you stay here.

Then I'll go to the Sultan,
ask him for help.

No. Don't alert the Sultan.

Henry, word travels fast.

If the kidnappers got wind of it,
the boys could be in trouble.

They'd sooner destroy the evidence

-than get caught!
-Oh, my God!

Are you saying that they might--

Mrs. Jones...

I showed Indy how to use the makeup.

I put the idea in his head.

I will never forgive myself

if I do not return your son to you.

Please, bring him back.

(horse whinnies)

Haji! Open the gates!

This is all my fault. I got us into this.

Be quiet! Don't let them hear you.

Maybe if I tell them I'm American,
they'll let us go.

They would rather kill you
so that you will not cause them trouble.

Kill me? That's not good.

We must hope a good
and kind master buys us.

I can't be a slave.

I'm supposed to be studying Latin.

A slave does not need to know Latin.

Maybe someone will rescue us.

No one knows where we are!

We'll have to escape.

(snoring)

(whispering) Wake up.

Wake up! Wake up!

Now.

(snoring)

(both grunting and groaning)

(horses whinny)

(men screaming and shouting)

We're being rescued!

Kill them all! Don't let anybody live!

Good teeth. Very good.

Why does he care about my teeth?

Because we have been stolen.

What are they gonna do with us?

Sell us!

So we're... we're not rescued?

We are still slaves to be sold.

We should pray now for a kind master.

Lets go!

(man shouting orders)

(children screaming)

(children crying and moaning)

(stick lashings)

(boy cries out)

I'm never gonna get to see my mother
and father again, will I?

Omar, tell me the truth.

I was sold into slavery when I was born.

I never knew my mother or my father.

Aah!

I never got to say good-bye.

Walk! Walk!

(crowd clamor)

(auctioneer speaking Arabic)

(crowd conversing in Arabic)

(laughing)

Young! Healthy! Good teeth!

-Fifty rials!
-Will grow. Big. More money!

Sixty rials!

One hundred rials!

This boy is well fed. Not sick!

One hundred and ten rials.

One hundred and fifty rials.

Two hundred rials.

Two hundred and fifty rials.

More money! More money!

Three hundred rials.

Four hundred rials.

MAN: Sold!

(shouts in Arabic)

Have you any idea
how worried and heartsick

your parents really are?

Mr. Harris!

Are you here to take me to my parents?

First I want you to promise me

you will never do anything as foolish
as this again!

I promise.

-It's real good to see you.
-I don't doubt that.

That's a wonderful disguise.

Look at you. You know,
you really have quite a flair for this.

How did you know where to find me?

This is the only place left in the country
where slaves can still be sold.

Come on, we mustn't keep
your parents waiting any longer.

What about Omar?

No, no, it's-- it's too risky.

We're both in disguise.
We have to get out of here.

No! He could have left me in Ouezzane.

He came back for me.

Indy, Omar is a slave.

Wherever he is a slave
will make no difference.

He's my friend! I won't leave him.

I paid 400 rial for you,
I only have 100 left.

That's not enough to buy Omar!

We have to try.

Please.

Open the bidding!

Thirty rials!

Forty rials!

Forty-five rials.

Fifty rials.

Sixty rials.

Seventy rials.

Eighty rials.

Ninety rials.

One hundred rials.

Master, why are you bidding so high?

What?

INDY:
He can not take. He is mute.

Why did you not tell me that sooner?

You stupid slave! I do not want to pay
100 rials for a slave that cannot talk!

I am sorry, master.

Someone had better outbid me.

I will not be a fool.

You! Bid! This is good slave!

Sold! One hundred rials.

This is your fault!
I will punish you. Stupid slave.

(laughs)

Omar, it's Mr. Harris.

We're free!

Is that true? Mr. Harris?

You're going back to the Sharifa.
That's where you belong.

Yes, Mr. Harris.

-I am forever in your debt.
-That's quite all right.

He can speak!

Hang on, Indy! Run, Omar, run!

(horse whinnies)

Indy, oh! Ha, ha, ha!

-Well done, Harris.
-Think nothing of it, dear boy.

Thank you.

Welcome back.

Was the Sultan pleased
with your lecture, Professor Jones?

Absolutely thrilled.

Thank you for asking.

And did you all have a good journey?

It was a journey which proved to be

-educational for everyone.
-SHARIFA: And, Omar,

did you serve as a good
companion to young Henry?

Oh, yes, yes, he did.

Didn't he, Father?

Wasn't Omar just the best
companion I've ever had?

He did everything I asked him to.

-Isn't that right, Father?
-PROFESSOR HENRY JONES SR.: Yes.

Yes, that's true.

Omar followed Junior's...

every whim.

Very good.

Omar, go inside
and help with the cleaning.

Yes, mistress.

INDY: Omar! Wait!

Let me show you all the flowers

that have bloomed since your last visit.

So... maybe there'll be
another salted head someday.

(chuckles)

I hope you get to be an... archeologist.

I hope you get--

w-well...

I hope I see you again.

Yes.

Maybe I could, uh...
show you the mountains of Switzerland

or... New Jersey.

Or the ocean.

Yeah, the ocean. That'd be good.

Indy,

you have given me dreams to dream.

It is not my place
to see or to go like you,

but now at least I have dreams.

Here.

Take this.

It is your map.

Nah, I'll just--

I'll make another one.

Thank you.

I must go back to my duties.

-Indy--
-No. No, Omar.

Friends shake hands.

(theme music)