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(ambient music)

(indistinct chattering)

(joyful music)

INDY: There was a need of it, for, in an instant,

the electric runabout, with motors fairly roaring,

swept up the road,

after the gasoline car that was almost hidden

from sight in a cloud of dust.

Faster and faster went Tom's car.

The young inventor was listening with critical ear

to the song of the machinery.

-He wanted to--" -NANCY: Indy.

If my father knew you spent all your time reading his books--

Come on, Nancy, this is great.

Guess what.

My mom's taking me to get my prom dress this afternoon.

I'm so excited.

When Butch hears I'm taking your dad's car to the prom,

he's going to go green with envy.

You want to come over tonight?

We could do our English homework together.

Sure. See you about 7?

-Perfect. Bye. -Bye.

BUTCH: Come on, Steve, put your back muscle into it.

Too bad some of you guys are gonna have to take

shoe leather to the prom.

Maybe some of us won't have to, Butch.

Oh, dream on, soda jerk.

I'm not dreaming.

As a matter of fact, I'm taking a car to the prom

that's better than that turkey model T.

Oh, yeah? Like what?

Like a Bugatti.

A Bugatti?

Nancy's father's letting me drive his car.

(chuckles) You can't kid me, buddy.

Her dad won't let you drive that car.

Well, let's just wait and see.

Hi.

Here's your raspberry sundae. Sorry it took so long.

That's all right, Indy.

Hey, doll. Got a date for the prom yet?

Just give it up, Butch.

I told you I wouldn't go to the prom with you

-if you were the last man on Earth. -(chuckles)

Hey, soda jerk. So why weren't you at practice today?

Some of us have to work for a living, Butch.

Oh, my heart bleeds.

Do you want something to drink?

In a glass that you touched? I'd rather drink sewer water.

One sewer water, hold the foam.

Forget it, Rosie. I'll never ask you again to the prom.

(door bells jingle)

Indy.

Oh, hi.

Listen, I have some bad news.

-What's up? -I'm afraid to tell you.

Come on, Nancy, what is it?

(sighs) I can't. You'll be devastated.

I just know it.

-Nancy, I'll be fine. -I just can't.

-What's wrong? -Nothing. It's just--

-Tell me. -We can't take Dad's car to the prom.

What?

Well, it wouldn't start this morning.

I mean, Dad made an appointment to get it fixed in New York next Thursday.

-No, no, no, but the prom's this Saturday. -I know.

I told everyone I was driving you to the prom in the Bugatti.

When Butch finds this out, he's gonna laugh his socks off.

I don't know what we can do, Indy.

We'll have to double date.

With Clifford.

-(typewriter keys clacking) -(typewriter dings, whirrs)

(clears throat) Um... Dad?

Oh, hello, Nance. Hello, Indy.

Good afternoon, Mr. Stratemeyer. How's the new Tom Swift?

Troublesome.

I've got Tom stuck in an Incan tomb

surrounded by rocket rangers and his stun gun doesn't work.

The villain is flooding the tomb with water,

and I don't know how to get Tom out.

Well, have you read Hiram Bingham's "Account of the Discovery of Ruins

-in Machu Picchu"? -No.

Well, he discovered this incredible Inca city

about five years ago.

I've been reading about his discoveries in National Geographic.

-Bingham? -B-I-N-G-H-A-M.

That's it.

Anyway, you know, the Incas were incredible stone masons,

and he thinks there might be a complex maze of underground tunnels

under the Machu Picchu,

but he doesn't want to open them up 'cause he thinks the whole thing might cave in.

Well, I bet if Tom can get inside these tunnels,

he could give 'em the slip, or corner them.

Right.

Well, that's very good, Indy.

I'll certainly give that some thought.

Indy.

The car.

Oh, Mr. Stratemeyer, about your car...

Oh, yes, I'm sorry about that.

Well, see, I was thinking

I know someone who just might be able to fix it.

At Williams Brothers Garage on the edge of town.

If anyone around here can fix it, they can.

Oh, I don't know.

Sir, I can get it fixed. I promise.

Oh, please, Father. We'll be careful.

Well... All right, then.

You'll be very careful. Understand?

Thank you, Mr. Stratemeyer.

Thanks, Dad.

-(typewriter keys clacking) -Hey, boys, I've had this incredible idea.

NANCY: Father always asks you about Tom Swift.

He never asks me.

INDY: Well, he asks you about the Bobbsey Twins.

NANCY: Well, yes, but, I mean, I could have worked out

that Inca thing, easy-peasy.

INDY: Oh, really? Easy-peasy?

(both chuckle)

Well, can you fix it?

No, Indy, I wish I could.

Well, so what is it?

The generator. At least it was.

So we'll just get a new one.

All the way from France?

There's a war over there, remember?

Well, there must be someone who knows how to fix it.

I doubt it, unless you know a scientific genius.

Hey, soda jerk.

Gonna drive that pile of junk to the prom?

When we get this baby souped up,

it's gonna blow the doors off that tin lizzie.

(horse whinnies)

Oh, don't worry about it, Indy.

We'll just be like everyone else and walk to the prom.

Yeah, everyone except Butch.

Well, you're not taking Butch to the prom,

-you're taking me. -I know, I know.

-It's just I-- -Then forget about him.

The only person you need to impress is me, and I'm impressed.

I just got to find a way to get that car running.

-(Indy grunts) -NANCY: You coming over tonight?

No, we have dinner guests tonight. But I'll see you tomorrow, okay?

-All right. Bye. -Bye.

MAN: They can? (laughs) I suppose so.

When you graduate from high school, you must come on a dig with me.

Dr. Butler, do you mean that?

Well, of course I do.

Wow!

PROFESSOR HENRY JONES SR.: Junior.

Not so loud.

So, what's it like working for big industry, John?

Well, uh, since leaving Princeton,

I'm discovering that, um, research for Edison

and academic research are two entirely different worlds.

But you, uh, must be earning more.

Yes. (chuckles)

But, um, Edison, he gets all the credit.

He has the ideas and, uh, we make them work.

The, uh, the battery, for example.

Uh, when I perfect the Edison battery,

the age of the internal combustion engine will be over forever.

But how can you make a battery that'll last long enough?

Well, the details are Mr. Edison's secrets.

(chuckles) But I can tell you that, uh, Henry Ford believes in them enough

to, uh, pay Edison for the research.

An electric model T, eh?

A battery like that could put the oil companies out of business, John.

Dr. Thompson, did you read Tom Swift's Electric Runabout?

Junior, don't interrupt.

No, uh, no, I didn't, Indy.

Well, it came out about five years ago.

It was just that Tom Swift invented a lithium and potassium hydrate battery,

and the car ran at 100 miles an hour.

(chuckles softly) Well, that was one of Mr. Stratemeyer's fantasies.

The Edison battery is reality.

It's very exciting.

With the Edison battery,

we will have noiseless cars without exhaust.

-John's a genius. -Yes.

Oh, that's okay, Miss Brennan, I'll serve the coffee.

Why, thank you, Indy.

I'll head on home now.

-Okay. Good night. -Good night.

(indistinct conversations)

Dr. Thompson.

Yes, Indy?

You know, I told you about Nancy's dad's car

and how we can't use it to go to the prom.

Yes.

Well, would you know how to reconstruct a Bugatti generator?

(chuckles) Even one of my assistants could do that.

-Really? -Sure.

Well, could I bring it out to West Orange tomorrow?

Why not?

-Aw, thanks, Dr. Thompson. -(chuckles)

-(door opens, closes) -(woman clears throat)

GUARD: Can I help you kids?

INDY: Yes, Indiana Jones and Nancy Stratemeyer to see Dr. Thompson.

-He's expecting us. -Oh, yeah.

Just go past the test track and turn right.

INDY: Dr. Thompson.

DR. THOMPSON: Hi, Indy.

Dr. Thompson, this is Nancy. Nancy Stratemeyer.

-Hello, Nancy. -Hi.

-So, this is it, huh? -Yes, sir.

(grunts) You know, these will be obsolete someday.

When I perfect my battery, we won't need generators anymore.

Power supply will be constant.

Dr. Thompson, what's that race car out there on the track?

Oh, that's an aerodynamics test.

I'll take this in to my assistant. Be right back.

INDY: Okay.

Hey, mister, how fast this thing go?

DRIVER: Well, I've had her up to 98 on the track.

DR. THOMPSON: I need some help! Help me! (grunting)

(speaking German)

-NANCY: Indy, look out! -INDY: What? Nancy?

-Help! Help! Somebody, please, help me! -Dr. Thompson!

Help!

INDY: Come on!

What happened?

Dr. Thompson. They've kidnapped Thompson.

They've stolen the plans.

Get security. Quick.

I'll go.

Here.

NANCY: Okay, there must have been at least three of them

because two were fighting Dr. Thompson and one was driving.

BRADY: Did you see the driver's face?

Uh, no, no.

Oh, but he was thin. I know that.

Oh, and it was-- it was a supply van.

It was dark and grubby.

Well, I think that covers just about everything.

You kids can go home now. We'll be in touch if we need you.

-Is that all? -Yeah, for now.

ASSISTANT: It happened so fast, but just before I was slugged,

I heard one of them say something.

I remember 'cause it was in German, I think.

German?

It was schnell, die huhnchen or bauer huhnchen.

I can't remember.

Bauer huhnchen?

"Quick, the baby's burping"?

No. No, no, no. Sir, I think that means "quick, the chicken is burping."

Thank you, kid, but, uh, bauer huhnchen means "baby's burping."

-I know that for a fact. -And huhnchen means--

Please, huh? Now, I'm finished with you two

and you can both go home. Go on.

-But if-- -But what?

Can we at least have our generator back?

Oh, no, I'm sorry, kid. This is evidence.

Once the case is solved, maybe.

ASSISTANT: Here comes Edison.

What did they take?

Well, is someone going to answer me?

Yes, Mr. Edison.

They kidnapped Dr. Thompson.

I know that.

I mean, what research? What designs?

-They've stolen the naval research files. -All of them?

All of them. The project files on the submarine

and torpedo detection units and the battery designs.

Are you in charge here?

Uh, yes, sir, Captain Brady, Special Investigations.

You better get naval intelligence in on this,

and the President must be told immediately.

I'll do that myself.

I tell you, huhnchen means "chicken."

Whatever that German was saying, it was pretty weird.

"Baby burps" is bauer huhnchen, but bauer also means "farmer."

Indy, you remember on the train as we were coming into West Orange,

there was that large barn, remember?

What was painted on it?

Van Hoecht's Poultry.

Oh, my God. That's it.

Huhnchen bauer. "Chicken farmer."

Nancy, let's ride--

Nancy!

Nancy, wait up!

I don't see any van.

Look, tire tracks,

goin' into that barn.

They look fresh.

Nothing.

Look, over there.

INDY: It's the van.

NANCY: I knew it.

Hey, look at this.

Gooey oil.

INDY: Look.

NANCY: There's some kind of sticker on the window.

I-L-C-H-R-Y.

What's it mean?

I don't know. Just some letters.

Let me see.

You know, Nancy,

you have the most beautiful hands.

Indy, stop.

-You do. -Come on now.

-They are. They're beautiful. -Not now. We've got to keep looking.

Nancy... (grunts)

Oh.

-I'm sorry. You okay? -(thumping)

-What was that? -Shh. Somebody's here.

-You think they heard us? -I don't know.

Quick, help me cover up the van.

Okay, but after this, we're gonna ride out to West Orange and tell the police.

Nancy?

Nancy!

-(grunts) -(metal clanging)

Ow! Whoa! Ahh!

Are you okay?

(thumping)

-They heard us. -Shh. Listen.

It's coming from the attic.

-We're not going up there. -Don't be such a scaredy-cat.

-I'll go first. -No, you won't.

I'll go first.

Wait!

(whispering) Hey, in here.

(thump)

-(muffled grunts) -(thumping)

(grunts)

-NANCY: Dr. Thompson. -(muffled grunts)

(Dr. Thompson coughing)

INDY: Nancy, a shortwave radio.

Untie me. Call the police, quickly.

DR. THOMPSON: They made me identify the anti-submarine plans.

They said they'd kill me if I didn't do what they asked.

Did they say anything to indicate where they were headed?

-(sighs) Nothing. -Nothing at all?

My German's terrible, but I did keep hearing the words, uh, "flut" and "ebbe."

INDY: That's "high tide" and "low tide."

High tide and low tide?

Someone's going to pick them up.

INDY: A German submarine?

They didn't say anything that might indicate

where they were going to be picked up?

Nothing I could understand.

Come on.

Indy, do you think the United States will ever join the war?

It's possible. The Germans stealing those plans certainly won't help.

NANCY: I wonder where that van came from.

INDY: I wonder what your mom's fixing for dinner.

-I'm starving. -You're always starving.

INDY: Oh, have you finished Mr. Grant's math assignment?

NANCY: No, I've been with you all day.

INDY: We're in trouble now.

(sighs) Whatever those Germans took, it must be pretty important.

It was important enough to tell the President. We know that.

You said they took two sets of plans.

Mm-hmm. The detection system for submarines...

And the electric car battery plans.

Let's not forget they also kidnapped Dr. Thompson.

No, no, they only took Thompson to use as a hostage

in case they got cornered while escaping.

But why would they steal plans for a battery?

Well, maybe they wanted to build an electric submarine.

No. It sounds to me like they took the battery plans by mistake.

I wonder where that supply van came from.

It was covered with oil.

Maybe it was stolen from where the Germans landed.

You mean where the submarine dropped them?

-Possibly. -And if we knew where that was,

maybe that's where they're going to be picked up.

I must say, I am surprised

that this doesn't happen more often to Mr. Edison.

Wherever there is true genius, there waits the unscrupulous opportunist,

waiting to reap the fruits of ardent labor.

MRS. STRATENMEYER: I'd better get to these dishes.

Eh, Edison has given us so much. Why, look around this house.

Uh, Mom, I think I'll give you a hand.

The... the phonograph, the dictating machine...

-Uh, I can help you dry. -The kinetoscope...

ah, the mimeograph machine... (chuckles)

...and finally, the incandescent light bulb.

What?

(crackles)

-Indy! Indy! Come here. -Nancy.

I was up all last night.

-I've worked it out. -Worked what out?

Where the submarine's going to pick up the German spies.

Can you remember that goo?

-That crude oil on the van's mud flaps? -Yeah.

Well, you only get that in an oil refinery.

And the only refineries near West Orange are in Bayonne. On the coast.

So did you tell the police?

-Yes. -And?

Well, they wouldn't take me seriously.

Well, Nancy, it is a bit thin.

Well, we've got to go there. I know I'm right.

Nancy, be logical.

America isn't even in the war,

and you want us both to go and take on a German submarine

-by ourselves? -Why not?

Because I have to go to work after class, that's why.

But this is more important.

Nancy, if you're right, we'll both be killed.

And if you're wrong, I'll lose my job and we won't have a car for the prom.

Uh, Indy.

Listen, high tide today is at 5 p.m.

If you're not going with me, I'm going alone.

(seagulls squawking)

Nancy!

Nancy!

Shh. Be quiet.

Are you crazy? We're not supposed to be here!

I know that. So be quiet.

We could be shot.

You're such a ninny.

-I'm-- -Okay, now, listen.

As soon as we see the submarine, we alert the guard station over there.

Oh, and I brought my camera too, just in case. You never know.

You mean, so in case one of us gets murdered,

the other one can take photos.

Well, we need proof.

Here, I'll take the camera, you take the field glasses.

Mr. Harper's probably planning how he's going to fire me.

Don't you have any sense of priority, Indiana Jones?

If those plans get into German hands, thousands of people could die.

Coming?

I'm coming.

This is it.

Now all we do is wait.

(Nancy clears throat)

INDY: Well, I don't see anything.

What?

I knew you'd see things my way.

I always do, Nancy.

That's why we're so perfect for each other.

INDY: If they plan on coming at high tide, they missed it.

(seagulls squawking)

Look! Look!

Snakes alive, Nancy, they've got guns!

I knew I was right.

Let me take a picture.

What-- Get down!

What? Do you think they saw us?

Look, you go get the coast guard.

-I'll stay here. -No, you go.

I'm not leaving you here alone.

Okay.

Shh!

-What are they doing? -They're not there. I don't know.

-Where are they? -Shh! Be quiet.

-You be quiet. -BRADY: Don't move!

(both gasp)

INDY: Officer Brady?

(sighs) You.

So you did take me seriously.

Yes. And we've been here since you called, young lady.

Well, nothing's happened?

BRADY: No, nothing. Now go on, get out of here.

Both of you go home. We can all go home.

INDY: Yes, sir.

NANCY: Well, I mean, what if he's lying?

Forget it, Nancy. Why should he lie?

You were wrong.

Now I'll miss another day of work, and I'll probably lose my job.

-I'm sorry. -Forget it.

-Thank you. -Yeah.

Oil?

Bless my dynamo. That's it!

Keep it down, little junior.

Father, may I be excused?

"Bless my dynamo"?

(telephone rings)

WOMAN: Nancy, it's for you.

(clears throat)

Hello?

Nancy, we've got to get back to that refinery.

Indy, it's late and my parents'll never let me out.

But I've solved it. They weren't after the submarine plans.

They weren't even Germans. It's the oil company.

Well, how can you be so sure?

They're after the electric car battery plans.

If that succeeds, the oil companies will be out of business.

-I can't believe it. -So are we gonna be there?

-Just... -Nancy?

Yeah. Um... All right, Indy.

Look, I'll help you with your homework,

but this is the last time.

Just give me 10 minutes.

INDY: That's why they kidnapped Dr. Thompson,

so everyone would believe it was the Germans.

NANCY: I knew there was something fishy about that. But how are we gonna prove it?

There's only one thing to do. Sneak in there and get those plans back.

The only problem is they could be anywhere in there.

Look, "New Jersey Fuel and Oil."

I-L. Oil.

I wonder what the other letters mean.

-C-H then R-Y. -(vehicle approaching)

I guess we better go in there and find out.

NANCY: Let's go.

Hey, John. How you doing?

Is this the last delivery for tonight?

JOHN: Yeah, this is it.

GUARD: Hey, drive safely out there.

JOHN: All right. Thank you.

(clattering)

-(rattles) -(zaps)

Indy, look! C-H-R-Y. See?

-(doorknob clicks) -(door opens)

(men talking indistinctly)

-INDY: Over here. -(door opens)

MAN 1: This could work.

Edison's light bulb has all but destroyed the gaslight companies.

We don't want that happening to us.

MAN 2: Yes, sir.

MAN 1: Just make sure this battery never sees the light of day.

Here. Here.

That's it.

Here. Let me try.

Hang on.

Okay.

Here, let me try.

(Nancy gasps)

MAN 1: All right. Just don't mess this up.

(in German accent) Don't worry. Everything's going as planned.

Get down.

(object clatters)

You go on. We better check this out.

INDY: Come on.

Now what?

Just stay down.

-The plans. -Come on!

Get ready to run.

Hey, stop!

Exit that gate.

NANCY: They're after us.

Take the plans and get the police. I'll distract them. Go!

NANCY: Okay.

(rattles)

(tires squeal)

(speaking indistinctly)

(water bubbling, splashing)

Here you go.

Well done, kids. I'm impressed.

You know, that was smart, figuring out the oil company angle.

Well, that German act had us fooled too. For a while.

You never know. Edison might spring for a reward.

He'll be mighty glad to get his plans back.

Oh, we don't care about a reward.

No, but we would like to bring the plans back to Dr. Thompson.

Yeah. He helped us with our generator.

Sure. Why not?

DR. THOMPSON: We have these grids in place and--

John, you've got the nickel and the iron grids reversed.

(sighs) Of course.

I'm just a little tired.

(breathes deeply)

INDY: Dr. Thompson, we did it.

-Did what? -We found the battery plans.

How did you...

They tried to fool you with that German spy routine,

and I have to admit, it almost worked.

Well, I hope they're all there, sir.

Yes. Everything.

It's incredible.

Well done.

I remember what my father said to you the other night at dinner

about how something like this could put the oil companies out of business.

So I took a good guess to where they might be, and I was right.

You mean you... you stole them back from the refinery.

That's right, sir.

How did you know where to go?

There was crude oil on the van.

Nancy worked that out, but she thought it was connected to something else.

I better put these in the safe.

How did he know about the refinery?

What?

We didn't tell him we were at the refinery.

It was him. Look at his shoes.

Dr. Thompson?

It was him all along. The German spies, everything.

Why?

Why what?

Why did you steal your own plans?

You were at the refinery last night, weren't you?

I think you better give us those plans back, sir.

(exhales)

You meddling little brats.

INDY: Get back! (grunts)

You're not going anywhere, John. Don't move.

Back off. Stop!

INDY: Come on.

(coughing)

NANCY: Call the police!

Come on.

-What are you doing? -Get in!

-(clicks) -(engine starts, revs)

He's getting away!

Look out! The gate!

-(horn honks) -(tires squeal)

Go, go, go, go!

Go faster.

It won't go any faster.

Well, okay, then do something. I mean--

Nancy, this is a model T.

Turn!

I know a shortcut. Hold on.

Indy, come on! What are you doing?

-We don't have time for a shortcut-- -Just hold on.

Ah.

NANCY: Indy, what, are you crazy? We're not gonna make it.

-Let go of the wheel! -Indy!

Look out!

NANCY: Indy, no, Indy! Don't do it!

Come on, what are you doing?

Hang on, Nancy. We're going.

Go, baby, go! Go!

All right!

You never listen to me.

Just hold on. Hold on to your seat.

(tires squeal)

Where did he go?

Tire tracks in the mud.

(both scream)

-Are you okay? -Yeah.

Thompson, hold it!

Go get him!

(gunshot)

BRADY: You've got some questions to answer, mister.

Put the cuffs on him.

Why did you do it, Dr. Thompson?

Why do you think?

You did it for the money?

I wanted what was mine.

I was doing all the work, and Edison was getting rich.

My name should've been on those patents. Mine!

Get him out of here.

Good work, kids.

You two ought to hitch up.

You do detective work like professionals.

One day, my new battery will make the electric car

a truly viable alternative,

and the whole world will thank you.

Oh, I hope so, Mr. Edison.

And you must come and test drive my new electric car when it's finished.

I'd like that very much, sir.

I believe this is yours.

I guess you didn't get a chance to fix it.

ASSISTANT: I'm afraid not. Sorry.

Looks like we're walking to the prom.

Well, it's okay.

(indistinct conversations)

(laughter)

Butch! What an entrance!

Whoa!

Rosie, you look beautiful.

Hey, you seen that soda jerk,

or is he just too ashamed to show his face?

(vehicle approaching)

INDY: Keep an eye on her for me, Ricky.

RICKY: Yes, sir!

FRANK: Dear Indy, how are you?

I can't wait for you to get down here.

I have just made a significant discovery.

You will go crazy when you see it.

See you soon. Your cousin, Frank.

(school bell ringing)

NANCY: Indy. Indy.

Have you decided about spring break yet?

I talked to my dad, and he said you can come with us.

I have to go to Albuquerque with my father to visit my aunt.

We leave tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

Well, why didn't you tell me?

I knew you'd be upset.

Well, I guess I'll see you after spring break, then?

Yeah. It'll only be for a couple of weeks.

Okay.

Junior.

Are you packed yet?

We're leaving at 6 a.m.

-Yes, sir. I'm just about done. -Hm.

I'll see you in the morning. Uh, don't stay up too late.

I won't.

Dear Ned, thanks for your letter.

It's great to hear you've been posted in Cairo.

It reminds me of when we were in Egypt together

exploring the tomb of Kah.

It was the most exciting time I ever had.

Anyway, I bet you're having a great time in the army,

even if, as you say, all you do is draw maps.

(horn blaring)

Knowing you, you'll soon find where the fighting is,

and then you'll be right in the middle of things.

I envy you and hope you'll see a lot of action,

just as you always wanted.

It's terrible being stuck here finishing high school,

especially when there's so much going on in the world.

Your friend... Indy.

CONDUCTOR: Albuquerque. Everyone off for Albuquerque.

(indistinct chattering)

MAN: There he is.

WOMAN: Welcome, Henry, welcome.

Hello, precious.

-Hi, cousin Indy. How's it going? -Great.

-(gasps) Oh, my, Henry, how you've grown. -Hello, Aunt Grace.

-Hi, professor. Good seeing you. -It's a pleasure, son.

INDY: So, what is this significant discovery you wrote me about?

-Shh! I'll tell you later. -No. What is it?

-No. I'll tell you later. Come on. -(sighs)

INDY: This is your great discovery?

FRANK: It's a bordello.

It's just across the border from Columbus.

We can be there and back this weekend.

They'll never let us go.

They will if we're smart.

Look, I got it all figured out.

Here's what we do. Tomorrow at breakfast, just...

FRANK: Yeah, it all looks real good.

FRED: What did you boys plan to do today?

Hmm. Not much. Maybe just go swimming.

Good idea.

Ma, we were thinking, Indy and me, of maybe going

on a little camping trip this weekend.

Camping trip? What sort of camping trip?

Well, nothing special.

As far as Red Butte, maybe.

Red Butte's a fair distance.

We'll only be away a couple of days.

And... and we'll be sure and be careful.

Yes, ma'am. Really careful. And we'll be back Sunday night, so--

GRACE: I don't know.

Don't see how they can come to any harm, Grace.

What do you say, Professor?

Well, as long as you're back Sunday night.

Then we can go?

(scoffs) I don't see why not.

(sighs)

(in Latin) Look after yourself, Junior.

You too, sir.

-(in English) You ready? -Yeah.

Have a good time, boys.

Don't get into any mischief.

We won't.

Bye.

And remember, Junior.

Back by Sunday.

Yes, sir. Promise.

-FRANK: Thanks a lot. -INDY: Thank you.

-So long. -See ya.

FRANK: What's that stuff you were speaking with your father?

INDY: Latin.

FRANK: Latin?

INDY: My father says it's good practice,

but it's actually the only way he'll communicate

with me since my mother passed away.

FRANK: I guess you really miss her a whole lot.

More than ever.

Even after three years, a part of me just doesn't believe it.

She held us together.

She made it work.

When the influenza struck, she just didn't have any strength left to fight it.

She'd given it all to us.

Hey, you want to stop for a while, have a break, maybe?

Break? No, we just started.

-You know something? -Hm.

This reminds me a lot of Egypt.

When I was a kid, I was on an archeological expedition.

Sounds pretty boring.

No, not at all.

Someday, I'm gonna be an archaeologist.

Digging up old rocks?

We're not digging up old rocks.

They're an ancient civilization there.

Amazing treasures and artifacts.

Really?

Yeah. You won't believe it.

Look here in my diary.

Here's a drawing of the jackal we found in the tomb of Kah.

That's the jackal's head.

It's made of solid gold

with precious stones for the eyes.

Who's that?

INDY: This is Dimitrius.

He killed a friend of mine and he stole the jackal.

Ah. That's my friend, Ned Lawrence.

That's interesting.

INDY: Yeah. It sure was.

(horn honks)

Let's go.

Hey!

-Sir! -Hey!

Sir!

Great.

INDY: Let's get some shut-eye. We gotta get up before sunup.

FRANK: Yeah. I think we should hide our backpacks here.

We can pick them up on the way back home.

Good night, Indy.

INDY: Good night, Frank.

(howling)

INDY: Boy, that ground is hard. I only slept for an hour.

FRANK: We're not that far from Columbus, and if we're lucky,

we can be there before breakfast.

-A car. -Yeah.

Yeah.

MAN: Jump on, kids.

Ah, it's Mata Hari.

-Wow. Whoo! -Meow!

(laughter)

Here, take this.

INDY: Thanks, mister.

MAN: Don't get in trouble now.

(rooster crowing)

Howdy.

SENTRY: Howdy.

What you boys doin' around here, lookin' lost, huh?

Sir?

Your mama's gonna heat your fannies for sure.

Is there, uh, some place we can get something to eat?

Well...

there's the busy bee coffee shop.

Usually opens up around six.

What time's the border open?

Uh, you boys lookin' for a little action, huh?

We sure are.

Know any good hot spots, sir?

Hot spots?

Well, let's see, there's the Copa Caliente.

There's the, uh, Cuero De Oro.

Maxie's.

No, I think you boys better stay away from old Maxie.

Why?

They serve their chilies real hot.

-(laughing) -Thanks, soldier.

SENTRY: You boys steer clear of old Maxie's, you hear?

-He's liable to give you-- -(gunshot)

(gunshots)

(shouting)

Let's get outta here!

(man speaks indistinctly)

(grunts)

(woman screams)

No!

Leave the dress alone!

Stop him! Somebody stop him! Please!

I'll get it back for you, ma'am.

(horse whinnies)

Indy!

What am I gonna tell your dad?

Hyah!

That's one.

That's two!

That's three!

(horse neighs)

(grunts)

(overlapping voices)

Jose? (speaks Spanish)

(in Spanish) I tell you, I have to catch the train to New Jersey.

(in English) I have to be in high school in a couple of days.

(in Spanish) Shut up!

(speaking Spanish)

Get ready!

Didn't you hear me? I'll miss classes.

Gringo, in a few minutes, you'll miss more than classes.

-Please don't kill me! -Aim!

(in English) If I don't get home, my father's gonna kill me.

(man speaking Spanish)

(in Spanish) Stop! I said stop!

I thought we were men,

not killers.

Soldiers and heroes.

Now you want to see more blood.

I'm ashamed. Yes, sirs, I am ashamed. And you?

Lower those guns.

I said lower those guns, or kill me too! Go on!

What are you looking at?

-Who is that? -That's General Francisco Villa.

That's Pancho Villa?

Yes, you were lucky. He must be feeling sentimental. (laughs)

-(in French) You're lucky, my friend. -You are French?

You speak French. Great.

(in English) Remy Baudouin. But I'm Belgian, not French.

Belgian?

Jose Gonzales from Ciudad Guerrero.

(laughs)

Indiana Jones from Princeton, New Jersey.

What's happening in Europe? Is the war over?

-Germans still hold most of Belgium. -Bastards.

(speaking Spanish)

(in Spanish) Let's go boys! Get on the horses!

(in English) What was that all about?

God, your Spanish is terrible, huh?

Your French is worse.

She said General Pershing is coming after us.

I will get the horses.

(speaking Spanish)

Mon ami, I regret deeply...

-What are you doing? -If you have some last requests.

You out of your mind?

No, I'm carrying out the general's orders.

He didn't say to kill me.

He said, "Get up and shoot him." His very words.

"If... if he makes a move, shoot him,"

-is what he said. -Didn't!

-Did! -Didn't!

Did! Did, did, did!

(speaks French)

My friend, I'm sorry.

(speaks French)

What the hell are you doing, huh?

Didn't you hear the general?

Put him on the wagon and bring him with us!

The minute I saw you, I knew you were a lucky kid.

Pershing.

(in Spanish) There are thousands of them.

(in English) There they are!

(indistinct shouting)

(gunshots)

I'm definitely going to miss high school.

General Pershing, sir.

Villa's columns, they're 40 miles to the south.

Guess is he'll circle east, head for the mountains.

One thing's for sure.

He'll stay clear of Ciudad Guerrero.

President Carranza's got a whole army there.

I'm going to teach Villa what it means to invade the United States.

I'm going to whip his ass.

(indistinct conversations)

(in Spanish) That's for the dynamite.

That's for half of the munitions.

When can we pick it up?

In the morning, send some men to my house.

I also need rifles.

That'll cost you, General Villa. About 10,000 pesos.

A thousand down, and the rest when you deliver.

Something bothering you?

You don't have that kind of money, General.

How do I know you'll pay?

Because I give you my word.

You'll have the guns in three weeks.

In two weeks.

It's a pleasure doing business with you, General.

Till tomorrow.

Where will we find such a huge amount of money?

In Ciudad Guerro.

MAN: Ciudad Guerrero?

The federals just shipped a payment. 50,000 pesos in gold.

But, General, Ciudad Guerrero is a fortress.

Nothing gets in.

-The train can. -What?

I said the train can.

We'll put a flatcar full of explosives on the front,

then switch the track and send it into the wall.

They don't expect us that way. We'll take them by surprise.

(both laughing)

(speaks Spanish)

OLD MAN: Watch that!

If you want to blow yourselves up, do it elsewhere.

Imshi, imshi.

"Imshi"? What's that?

"Imshi" is an Arab word. It means "quickly."

Have you been to Egypt?

(in English) What I can't figure is how you got here.

I mean, what's a Belgian doing riding with General Villa?

I was a sailor, but I hated the sea.

One day we tied up at Veracruz, I jumped ship.

Then I met Lupe. She was very beautiful.

I adored her. We had a little cantina.

We were very happy.

But the Federales came.

They destroyed our cantina,

and then they killed my Lupe.

Therefore, I joined the revolution.

For revenge?

For that and for other reasons.

What are you fighting for?

Our children starve.

We get sick, we have nowhere to go.

El Presidente Carranza and his rich friends

have taken everything from us,

and we are slaves in our own land.

They sold off half of our country to you gringos.

(in Spanish) What else can we do but fight?

For justice. That is our revolution.

You are wrong.

Do you see this?

This is what we are fighting for. The right to own a piece of it.

To raise crops and feed our children.

This is our revolution.

A pitiful handful of dirt.

Go, homeboy. We don't need you.

Go to your fat, rich country. Go back to your fat, rich life.

Go home.

Go home, go. I set you free.

(in English) General Villa. General Villa.

(in Spanish) I don't want to go. I want to join you and fight for the revolution.

I'll be. What a fellow. (chuckles)

Hey, Musiaga, give this kid a job.

MUSIAGA: Yes.

(in English) Your first job tomorrow will be to pick up the weapons and close house.

(pigs snorting)

That's the last one.

(men speaking Spanish)

INDY: Dimitrius.

MAN (in Spanish): Let's go, gringo.

INDY: Hey, Dimitrius.

Hmm?

I found him, Dad.

I found the man who killed Rasheed.

I found him at last.

How it all started was I planned a visit to the border,

sole logic of which was to enlarge my education.

I feel confident you would've approved.

However, as Rabbie Burns so aptly said and as you so often quote him,

"The best laid schemes of mice and men."

-Mmm. -You're right, it stinks.

How about...

"Dear Dad, I've joined the Mexican Revolution.

Sorry about high school.

Take care of Indiana for me. Your son, Henry"?

(chuckles)

Much better. (laughs)

How much long do we have to sit here?

-Till we hear news of the train. -I hate trains.

What's so important about this one?

We're going to take this one because it's the key to Ciudad Guerrero.

Are you crazy?

That place is full of Federales.

We'll get our asses shot off.

(dogs barking)

Tequila.

God bless the United States of America and death to all her enemies.

Including that lowdown greaser Pancho Villa.

(grunts)

Same again.

That guy's nuts.

Americans.

Lieutenant Patton reporting, sir.

Looks like you ran into a little trouble on your scouting mission, Lieutenant.

Nothing I couldn't handle.

Better watch out for young George Patton, gentlemen.

I'd say he's going places fast.

I got these guys at a cantina near the railroad.

I'm not so sure if he has headed for the mountains.

Good thinking, Lieutenant. I agree.

In fact, I hear he's headed for Ciudad Guerrero.

(horses neighing)

(in Spanish) Don't light that fuse until you're on top of the wall.

But, General, the tracks don't go near enough to the wall.

(in English) Don't worry. Ciudad Guerrero is my hometown. I grew up there.

-(laughs) -Yeah.

The spur line runs right up to the wall.

I will switch the tracks, and you go crashing right into it.

(in Spanish) Once we've broken through, the city will be ours.

(speaking Spanish)

Indy.

(in English) You know how to use that?

Did you ever kill a man, Indy?

JOSE: Indy.

(speaking Spanish)

(in English) There is only one rule, Indiana.

Stay alive.

REMY: Hey, Indy!

Stay clear of the road once it's been cut off!

But Jose can't switch the track!

(speaks French)

(goat bleating)

(shouting in Spanish)

(speaking Spanish)

(speaking Spanish)

(grunts)

-Indy! -What?

Jose has been hit!

Race ahead! Come on!

Throw the switch!

Hyah!

Go, go, go!

(gunshots)

(horse neighs)

(in Spanish) Uncouple the flatcar!

(creaking)

(shouts in Spanish)

(yelling)

(man grunts)

(cheering)

-(gunshots) -(indistinct shouting)

Indy, don't leave me.

I'll be back, I promise.

(shouting in Spanish)

(horses neighing)

-(gunshots) -(indistinct shouting)

(in English) Sorry. I'm sorry.

I didn't mean it. Are you hurt? (grunts)

(grunts)

Come on, Indiana.

(shouting in Spanish)

(shouting in Spanish)

Fire!

Fire!

(in Spanish) Come on, hurry!

SOLDIER: The Yankees are coming, General!

Damn Pershing.

Mount up! Leave that! Come on, mount up!

(speaking Spanish)

(in English) Fire!

The cavalry.

(yells)

VILLA: ¡Viva México!

(explosion)

REMY: Hyah!

(groans)

REMY: Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

Come on, men!

SOLDIER: Thank goodness.

Never find him in the dark.

We ain't gonna find them. They just up and disappeared.

(crickets chirping)

-Easy, my friend. -(Jose groans)

Hold tight. You'll be okay.

(in Spanish) I hate those Americans!

Woodrow Wilson is worse than President Carranza.

Carranza is giving him Mexico.

Let's hit him where it hurts most.

We'll attack William Randolph Hearst's hacienda.

Do we want a war with the US?

Exactly. So Carranza gets caught in the middle.

(breathes deeply)

Well, boys, there it is! Mr. Hearst's hacienda!

¡Viva México!

ALL: ¡Viva México!

(tolling)

Mexico for Mexicans!

(gunshots)

(in English) All this wealth, and he doesn't even live here.

(indistinct shouting)

MAN (in Spanish): There is a cinema downstairs.

(in English) What is it, Indiana? Are you sick?

I'm not sick exactly. I just don't think this is my revolution.

(in French) It's not my revolution either.

(in English) I'm a gringo.

(piano playing)

(Indy translating)

Adios, adios, mi amor.

(sniffling)

(Indy translating)

(Indy translates)

(cheering)

-(in Spanish) Hey, you! Load it quicker! -Yes, yes, yes.

(overlapping voices)

(Indy translating)

(piano playing)

(Indy translating)

(Indy translating)

(Indy translating)

(all exclaim)

(translating)

(cheering)

(gunshots)

(speaking Spanish)

-Do you have my guns? -Yes, General.

(both speaking Spanish)

(dogs barking)

(pigs squealing)

(chickens clucking)

OLD MAN: Please, no. They're all I have.

MAN: Shut up, old man. We can't fight for you on an empty stomach.

I'm sorry.

It is always the same. In a revolution, it is the people who suffer.

But it's you we're fighting for.

General Villa says...

General Villa?

Listen, years ago,

I rode with Juarez against Emperor Maximilian.

I lost many chickens, but I thought it was worth it to be free.

When Porfirio became President, I supported him,

but he stole my chickens.

Then came Huerta and he stole my chickens.

Then it was Carranza's term, and he took my chickens too.

Now Pancho Villa has come to liberate me,

and the first thing he does is steal my chickens.

But an army needs food.

He wants to help you.

Help me? Help me?

So does Carranza and all the others.

What makes one different from the other?

My chickens don't know.

All over the world revolutions come and go. Presidents rise and fall.

They all steal your chickens.

The only thing to change is the name of the man who takes them.

(sighs)

(in English) I've come to say goodbye, Indiana.

Goodbye?

I'm going home.

After seeing that newsreel, how can I stay?

This is not my war.

If I have to die, I'll die in my own country,

defending my own home.

Well, let me come with you.

Come with me? You're fooling me.

No, I'm not, I'm not crazy. I...

I guess I'm just seeing things clearly for the first time.

This isn't my war, either.

Maybe the one in Europe is.

That's a war that has to be fought.

Above all, it has to be won.

The alternatives, it's unthinkable.

I leave at first light. Be ready to ride.

Tomorrow?

There's one thing I have to do first.

If you are not here by dawn, I go without you.

I'll be there.

Trust me.

(wolf howling)

(whispers) Jackal.

I found the jackal, Dad.

(grunts)

Remember me? I'm a friend of Rasheed's.

The man you killed in Egypt.

(both grunt)

(grunts)

(grunts)

(grunting)

-(whip cracks) -(grunts)

(both grunting)

-You stole it. -It's mine.

It belongs in a museum.

(grunts)

(artillery fire)

INDY: Wait. Remy!

(triumphant music)