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I don't think it's such a good idea.

That's right. Do you get anything yet? Not there.

Take it.

It's got some.

I got some, Dora. I got some.

Oh, look

at that.

We're rich. Shut up.

Shut up. We're rich, ain't we?

What are they doing?

Indiana.

Indiana.

It's the cross of Coronado.

Cortez gave it to him in 1520.

That cross is an important artifact.

It belongs in a museum.

Run back and find the others. Tell Mr. Havelock that there are men looting in

the cabins. Have him bring the sheriff. It's only a snake.

Did you hear what I said?

Right. Run back.

Mr. Havelock, the sheriff.

What are you going to do?

I don't know.

Thank you so much.

It's a headlock!

Anybody?

Everybody's lost but me.

Fuck the West!

You got heart,

kid, but that belongs to me.

Belongs to Coronado. Coronado's dead, and so are all of his grandchildren.

This should be in a museum.

I give it back!

Make sure he doesn't double back.

Okay, kid.

Out of the box.

What's important?

Then wait.

Count to 20.

No, Dad, you listen. Junior!

One, two, three, four.

In Greek.

May

he

who illuminated this...

I brought the sheriff.

This is the man I want to take.

There were five or six of them. All right. He came after me. You still got

Well, yes, sir.

It's right here.

I'm glad to see that.

Because the rightful owner of this cross won't press charges if you give it

back.

He's got witnesses, five or six of them.

You're off today, kid.

That doesn't mean you have to like it.

Small world, Dr. Jones.

Too small for two of us.

This is the second time I've had to reclaim my property from you.

That belongs in a museum.

So do you.

Throw him over the side.

Archaeology is the search for facts, not truth.

If it's truth you're interested in, Dr. Tyree's philosophy class is right down

the hall.

So forget any ideas you've got about lost cities, exotic travel, and digging

the world. We do not follow maps to buried treasure, and X never, ever marks

this spot.

70 % of all archaeology is done in the library, research, reading.

We cannot afford to take mythology at face value.

Next week, Egyptology, starting with the excavation of Necrates by Flinders

Pitry in 1885. I will be in my office if anybody's got any problems for the next

hour and a half.

You've got it.

You know how long I've been looking for that?

All your life?

Oh, my life. Well done, indeed. Very well done, indeed.

This will find a place of honor in our Spanish collection.

We can discuss my honorarium over dinner and champagne tonight.

Your treat.

Yes. My treat.

Sir!

Sir! Dr.

Jones, I am so glad you're back. Your mail is on your desk. Here are your

messages. This is your appointment schedule.

Still haven't been graded. Irene, put everybody's name on a list.

each and every one of them in turn.

I trust your trip down was comfortable, Dr. Jones.

My men didn't alarm you, I hope.

My name is Donovan, Walter Donovan. I know who you are, Mr. Donovan. Your

contributions to the museum over the years have been extremely generous.

Some of the pieces in your collection here are very impressive.

Well, like yourself, Dr. Jones, I have a passion for antiquities.

Have a look over here.

This might interest you.

It's sandstone, Christian symbol, early Latin text, mid -12th century, I should

think. That was our assessment as well.

Where'd this come from? My engineers unearthed it in the mountain region

of Ankara while excavating it with copper.

Can you translate the inscription?

Eternal life.

Let them bring me to your holy mountain, in the place where you dwell, across

the desert, through the mountain, to the canyon of the crescent moon,

to the temple where the cup that... where

the cup that holds the blood of Jesus Christ resides forever.

The holy grail, Dr. Jones.

The chalice used by Christ during the Last Supper.

The cup that caught his blood at the crucifixion and was entrusted to Joseph

Arimathea.

The Arthur legend.

I heard this bedtime story before.

Eternal life, Dr.

Jones. The gift of youth to whoever drinks from the grail. Now, that's a

story I'd like to wake up to.

An old man's dream.

Every man's dream, including your father's, I believe.

Grail lore is his hobby.

He's a teacher of medieval literature, the one the students hope they don't

Walter, you're neglecting your guest.

Long and a moment, dear.

Hard to resist, isn't it?

The Holy Grail's final resting place described in detail.

What good is it?

This Grail tablet speaks of deserts and mountains and canyons. Pretty vague.

Where do you want to start looking?

Maybe if the tablet were intact, you'd have something to go on, but the entire

top portion is missing. Just the same, an attempt to recover the grail is

currently underway.

Let me tell you another bedtime story, Dr. Jones.

After the grail was entrusted to Joseph of Arimathea, it disappeared and was

lost for a thousand years before it was found again by three knights of the

First Crusade. Three brothers, to be exact. I've heard this one as well.

Two of these brothers walked out of the desert 150 years after having found the

grail and began the long journey back to France, but only one of them made it.

And before dying of extreme old age, he supposedly imparted his tale to a

Franciscan friar, I think.

Not supposedly, Dr. Jones.

This is the manuscript in which the friar chronicled the knight's story.

It doesn't reveal the location of the Grail, I'm afraid, but the Knight

that two markers that have been left behind would.

This tablet is one of those markers. It proves the Knight's story is true.

But as you pointed out, it's incomplete.

Now, the second marker is entombed with the Knight's dead brother.

Our project leader believes that tomb to be located within the city of Venice,

Italy.

As you can now see, Dr. Jones...

We're about to complete a great quest that began almost 2 ,000 years ago.

We're only one step away.

That's usually when the ground falls out from underneath your feet.

You could be more right than you know.

Yes? We've hit a snag.

Our project leader has vanished, along with all his research.

We received a cable from his colleague, Dr. Schneider, who has no idea of his

whereabouts or what's become of him.

I want you to pick up the trail where he left off.

Find the man, and you will find the grail.

You've got the wrong Jones, Mr. Donovan.

Why don't you try my father?

We already have.

Your father is the man who's disappeared.

Your father and I have been friends since time began. I've watched you grow

Indy. I've watched the two of you grow apart. I've never seen you this

about him before.

Dad? He's an academic, a bookworm. He's not a field man. Dad?

Dad?

Yes, God.

No, fool.

Got himself into now.

I don't know, but whatever it is, it's in over his head.

Dad?

Today's mail.

It's been open.

What is

it?

Dad's grail diary.

Every clue he followed, every discovery he made, a complete record of his search

for the Holy Grail.

his whole life.

Who would have said this to me?

I don't know.

Someone was wanted pretty badly.

You believe, Marcus.

Do you believe that real actually exists?

The search for the cup of Christ is the search for the divine in all of us.

But if you want facts, Cindy, I've none to give you.

At my age, I'm prepared to take a few things on faith.

Call Donovan, Marcus. Tell him I'll take that ticket to Venice now.

I'll tell him we'll take two.

Hey, tell me, what's going to happen when we get to... Don't worry. Dr.

Schneider will be there to meet you.

Maintain an apartment in Venice. At your disposal.

Oh, well, that's good. Thank you.

Dr. Jones, good luck.

I'll be very careful.

Don't trust anybody.

Then it's... How will we recognize this Dr.

Schneider when we see him?

I don't know.

Maybe he'll know us. Dr. Jones?

Yes.

I knew it was you.

You have your father's eyes.

And my mother's ears.

But the rest belongs to you.

Looks like the best parts have already been spoken for.

Marcus Brody?

That's right.

Dr. Elvis Schneider. How do you do?

The last time I saw your father, we were in the library.

He was very close to tracking down the night tomb.

I've never seen him so excited.

He was as giddy as a schoolboy.

Who, Tiller, the professor?

He was never giddy, even when he was a schoolboy.

Pauline, will you permit me?

I usually don't. I usually don't either.

In that case, I permit you. That would make me very happy.

But I'm already sad. By tomorrow, it will have faded.

Tomorrow, I'll steal you and... I hate to interrupt you, but the reason we're

here... Yes, I have something to show you.

I left your father working in the library. He sent me to the map section

pitch an ancient plan of a city.

When I got back to his table, he'd gone.

With all his papers, except for that script which I found near his chair.

Roman numerals.

Here is the library.

That doesn't look much like a library.

Looks like a converted church.

This case is the literal truth.

You're on holy ground.

These columns over here were brought back as spoils of war after the sacking

Byzantium during the Crusades.

Now, please excuse me. The library is closing in a few moments. I'll arrange

it to stay a little longer.

Marcus, I've seen this window before.

Where? Right here.

You see?

Look, Indy.

The Roman numerals.

Dad was onto something here.

Well, now we know the source of the numbers, but we still don't know what

mean. Dad sent me the diary for a reason. Until we find out why, I suggest

keep it to ourselves.

Find something?

Yes. Three, seven, and ten. The window seems to be the source of the Roman

numerals. My God, I must be blind. Dad wasn't looking for a book about the

knight's tomb.

He was looking for the tomb itself.

Don't you get it?

The tomb is somewhere in the library. You said yourself it used to be a

Look.

Three.

Three.

Seven.

Seven. Ten.

And ten.

Now where's the ten?

Look around for the ten.

Tenth. It marks the spot.

Bingo. You don't disappoint, Dr. John. You're quick to like your father.

Except he's lost and I'm not.

Lower me down.

Look after this for me, will you?

Pagan symbols.

Fourth or fifth century.

Right.

600 years before the Crusades.

The Christians would have dug their own passages and burial chambers centuries

later. That's right.

There's a knight of the First Crusade down here that you all will find.

What's this one we are gonna come are you sure?

Watch out

I'm not patrolling him. I should go well down here and retire.

Who's got a light?

Look.

The breathing on the shield.

It's the same as on the grill tablet.

The shield is the second marker.

What's that?

It's a rubbing, Daphne, with the grill tablet.

Just like your father.

Giddy as a schoolboy.

Wouldn't it be wonderful if you were here now to see this?

Never would have made it past the rats.

He hates rats.

He's scared to death

Don't wander off.

I think I found a way out.

Go between them? Go between them, are you crazy?

My father would want you for the Holy Grail. Did you kill him too?

No.

Where is he?

Talk or you're dead.

Devin, tell me.

Tell me.

If you don't let go, Dr. Jones, we'll both die.

Then we'll die.

My soul is prepared.

How is yours?

This is your last chance. No, Dr. Jones.

It's yours.

If you let me go, I will tell you where he is.

Who are you?

My name is Khartoum. And why were you trying to kill me?

The secret of the Grail has been safe for a thousand years.

And for all that time, the Brotherhood of the Crucifons Lord had been prepared

to do anything to keep it safe.

Let me off at this jetty.

Ask yourself.

Why do you seek the cup of Christ?

Is it for his glory or for yours?

I didn't come for the cup of Christ. I came to find my father.

In that case, God be with you in your quest.

Your father is being held in the castle of Brunwald on the Austrian -German

border.

the name of the city alexandreta the

knights of the first crusade laid siege to the city of alexandreta for over a

year the entire city was destroyed the current

city of its wonder and is built on its ruins marcus you remember what the grail

tablet said

Across the desert and through the mountain to the canyon of the crescent

Where exactly?

Your father would know.

Your father did know. Look, he made a map.

You have to piece it together from food scattered through the whole history of

the Grail quest. A map with no names. He knew there was a city with an oasis due

east. Here.

He knew the course turned south through the desert to a river, and the river led

into the mountains here, tight to the canyon.

He knew everything, except where to begin, the name of the city.

Alexandria.

Now we know. Yes, now we know.

Marcus, get hold of Sala. Tell him to meet you in his kinder room. What about

you?

I'm going after Dad.

My room.

Mine too.

What were they looking for?

This.

The grail diary. Uh -huh.

You didn't trust me.

I didn't know you.

At least I let you tag along.

Oh, yes.

Give them a flower and they'll follow you anywhere.

Knock it off.

You're not mad.

No?

No. You like the way I do.

Lucky I don't do things the same way. You'd still be standing at the Venice

Pier.

What do you think is going on here?

Since I met you, I've nearly been incinerated, drowned, shot at, and

into fish bait. We're caught in the middle of something sinister here. My

is Dad found out more than he was looking for. And until I'm sure, I'm

continue to do things the way I think they should be done.

How dare you kiss me?

Leave me alone.

I don't like fast women.

And I hate arrogant men.

What do you know about this place?

I know the groom balls are famous architecture.

What are you going to do?

Don't know.

Make a something.

Yes? All before time.

Did you intend to leave us standing on the doorstep all day with the rain?

Look down!

Look.

I've gone and caught a sniffle. Are you expected?

Do not take that tone with me, my good man. Now buckle off and tell Baron

Brunwald that Lord Clarence MacDonald and his lovely assistant are here to

the tapestries.

Tapestries? Dear me, the man is dank. This is a castle, isn't it? There are

tapestries.

This is a castle.

And we have many tapestries.

And if you are a Scottish lord, then... I am Mickey Mouse.

How dare he?

Don't worry. Let the kids play.

I'll be right back.

Junior?

Yes, sir.

It is you, Junior.

Don't call me that, please.

Well, what are you doing here?

I came to get you. What do you think?

Late 14th century Ming dynasty.

Well, it breaks the heart.

And the head. It hits the head.

I'll never forgive myself.

I'm fine.

Thank God.

It's fake.

See, you can tell with the cross -section.

No!

Dad, get your stuff. We've got to get out of here.

Well, I'm sorry about your head, though, but I thought you were one of them.

Dad, they come in through the doors.

Good point.

But better safe than sorry.

So I was wrong this time.

But by God, I wasn't wrong when I mailed you my diary.

You obviously got it.

I got it and I used it.

We found the entrance to the catacombs.

Through the library?

Right.

I knew it.

And the tomb of Sir Richard?

Found it.

was left of him.

And his shield.

The inscription on Sir Richard's shield.

Alexandretta.

Alexandretta, of course.

On the pilgrim trail from the Eastern Empire.

Junior,

you did it.

No, Dad, you did.

Forty years.

If only I could have been with you.

There were rats, Dad.

Rats? Yeah, big ones.

What do the Nazis want with you, Dad?

They wanted my diary.

Yeah. I knew I had to get that book as far away from me as I possibly could.

Jane.

Yes?

I will take the book now.

What book?

You have the diary in your pocket.

You joked.

Do you think my son would be that stupid that he would bring my diary all the

way back here?

You didn't, did you?

You didn't bring it, did you?

Well, I... You did.

Look. We'll discuss this later. I should have mailed it to the Marx brother.

Will you take it easy?

Take it easy?

Why do you think I sent it home in the first place so it wouldn't fall into

their hands? I came here to save you. Oh, yeah?

And who's going to come to save you, Junior? I told you.

Don't call me Junior.

He is what you dread.

Elsa. Elsa.

That's far enough. Put down the gun, Dr. Jones. Put down the gun or the Fraulein

dies. But she's one of them.

Indy, please.

Mr. Ratchie.

What? Trust me. Indy, no.

I will kill her.

Go ahead.

No. Don't shoot.

Don't worry. He won't.

Indy, please. Do what he says.

And don't listen to her.

Enough. She died. Elsa.

You should have written to your father.

Rand packed her own room and I fell for it.

How did you know she was a Nazi?

How did you know she was a Nazi?

I

didn't

trust him. Why did you?

Because he didn't take my advice.

Didn't I warn you not to trust anybody, Dr. Jones?

I misjudged you, Walter.

I knew you would sell your mother for an Etruscan base, but I didn't know you

would sell your country and your soul to the slime of humanity.

Dr. Snyder, there are pages torn out of this.

This book contained a map.

A map with no names.

Precise directions from the unknown city to the secret canyon of the Crescent

Moon. So it did.

Where are these missing pages, this map? We must have these pages back.

You're wasting your breath.

He won't tell us.

And he doesn't have to.

It's perfectly obvious where the pages are.

He's given them to Marcus Brody.

Marcus? You didn't drag poor Marcus along, did you? He's not a... the

He sticks out like a sore thumb.

We'll find him. The hell you will.

He's got a two -day head start on you, which is more than he needs.

Brody's got friends in every town and village from here to the Sudan.

He speaks a dozen languages, knows every local custom. He'll blend in,

disappear. You'll never see him again.

With any luck, he's got the grill already.

Does anyone here speak English?

Or even ancient Greek? Thank you, sir.

Thank you so much.

No, I really don't want to.

Thank you very much.

No, thank you, madam. I'm a vegetarian.

Does anyone understand a word I'm saying here? Mr. Brownie!

Marcus Brownie, sir!

Where is Indy? Oh, he's in Austria.

It's my detour.

You are on your own?

Yes, but don't panic.

Everything's under control.

Have you arranged our supplies?

Oh, yes, of course. But where are we going?

This map will tell you. It was drawn by... Mr. Brody.

Welcome to Iskenderun. The director of the Museum of Antiquities has sent a car

for you.

Oh, your servant, sir.

And I am his.

Follow me, please.

My reputation precedes me. There is no museum in Iskenderun.

Papers, please.

Papers. Of course.

Run. Yes.

Papers. Got it here.

Just finished reading it myself.

Run, I guess.

Egyptian mail. Morning edition.

Run. Did you say run?

must return immediately.

The earliest institute there in culture.

So? Your presence on the platform is requested at the highest level.

Thank you, Herr Ober.

I will meet you at Iskandron.

Take this diary to the Reich Museum in Berlin.

It'll show them our progress. Head of schedule.

Without the map, I'm afraid it's no better than a souvenir.

Let me kill them now.

No. If we fail to recover the pages from Brody, we'll need them alive.

Always do what the doctor orders.

Don't look at me like that.

We both wanted the Grail.

I would have done anything to get it. You would have done the same.

I'm sorry you think so.

I can't forget how wonderful it was.

Thank you. It was rather wonderful.

Dr. Schneider.

Your card, please.

That's how Austrians say goodbye.

And this is how we say goodbye in Germany, Dr. Jones.

Oh!

I like the Austrian way better.

So did I.

I'm trying to get these ropes loose. We've got to get to Marcus before the

do.

You said he had two days' stop, that he would blend in, disappear.

Are you kidding? I made that up. You know, Marcus, he got lost once in his

museum.

Can you try and reach my left jacket pocket?

What am I looking for?

My lucky charm.

It looks like a cigarette lighter.

Try and run through the ropes.

I've got to tell you something. Don't get sentimental now, Dad. Save it till

get out of here.

The ball's on fire.

See? What?

I'm the champ.

Move! Move!

Move!

I speak

to

this man here.

Well, we have Marcus Brody.

More important, we have the man.

I'll leave mine here.

By the personal command of the purest secrecy essential to success, eliminate

the American conspirators.

Germany has declared war on the Jones War.

Los barnes.

Dad! Dad!

Dad! Dad! Dad!

I think I can get these ropes up.

I'm almost free.

typical day for you.

We have to get to Berlin.

Brody's this way. My diary's in Berlin.

We don't need the diary, Dad.

Marcus has the map.

There is more in the diary than just the map.

All right, Dad.

Tell me.

Well, he who finds the grail must face the final challenge. What final

challenge? Three devices of such lethal cunning.

We'll be trapped?

Oh, yes.

But I found the clues that will safely take us through in the Chronicles of St.

Anselm. Well, what are they?

Can't you remember?

I wrote them down in my diary so that I wouldn't have to remember.

Half the German army's on our tail, and you want me to go to Berlin? Into the

lion's den?

Yes. The only thing that matters is the grail.

What about Marcus?

Marcus would agree with me.

Two selfless martyrs. Jesus Christ.

That's for blasphemy.

The quest for the Grail is not archaeology.

It's a race against evil.

If it is captured by the Nazis, the armies of darkness will march all over

face of the earth.

Do you understand me?

This is an obsession, Dad.

I never understood it.

Never.

Neither did Mom.

Oh, yes, she did.

Only too well.

Unfortunately, she kept her illness from me.

All I could do was mourn her.

My boy, we're pilgrims in an unholy land.

How did you get here? Where is it? I want it.

You came back with a book?

Why?

My father didn't want it incinerated. Is that what you think of me? I believe in

the grail, not this busty. You stood up to be counted with the enemy of

everything that the grail stands for. Who gives a damn what you think? You do.

All I have to do is squeeze.

All I have to do is squeeze.

Let's get the hell out of here.

What did you get? First available flight out of Germany.

airborne with Germany behind us, then I'll share that sentiment.

Where did you get this man?

Probably. No, I didn't see him.

Probably,

my lady.

Good day, Mr.

Jones.

I'll shine my hair back.

Tickets, please.

No ticket.

You know

sharing

your adventures is an interesting experience

It's not always shared.

It's disgraceful. You're old enough to be her grandfather.

Miss Heumann is the next man? I was the next man.

Ships that pass in the night.

Remember the last time we had a quiet drink?

I had a milkshake.

What are we talking about?

Never talked.

Do I detect a rebuke?

A regret.

It was just the two of us, Dad. It was a lonely way to grow up. For you, too.

If you'd been an ordinary, average father, like the other guy's dad, you'd

understood that.

Actually, I was a wonderful father.

Did I ever tell you to eat up, go to bed, wash your ears, do your homework?

I respected your privacy, and I taught you.

Self -reliance. What you taught me was that I was less important to you than

people who'd been dead for 500 years in another country. And I learned it so

well that we've hardly spoken for 20 years.

You left just when you were becoming interesting.

Dad, how can you... I'm here now.

What do you want to talk about?

I can't think of anything.

Then what are you complaining about?

We have work to do.

When we get to Alexandria, we will face three challenges.

First, the breath of God.

Only the penitent man will pass.

Second, the word of God.

Only in the footsteps of God will he proceed.

Third, the path of God.

Only in the leap from the lion's head will he prove his worth.

What does that mean?

I don't know.

We'll find out.

It would take him a lot longer to figure out the radio was dead. Come on, Dad.

Move!

Come on, Dad. Come on!

I didn't know you could fly a plane.

Why, yes!

What happens at 11 o 'clock?

12 -11!

Could be so.

Many thoughts on the back.

I suddenly remembered my Charlemagne.

Let my armies be the rocks and the trees and the birds in the sky.

Pages are taken from Professor Jones' diary, Your Highness, and they include a

map that pinpoints the exact location of the grail.

As you can see, the grail is all but in our hands.

However, Your Highness, we would not think of crossing your soil without your

permission, nor of removing the grail from your borders without suitable

compensation.

What have you brought?

Printing sheds.

Your Highness, donated by some of the finest families in all of Germany.

Rolls -Royce Phantom II.

4 .3 -liter, 30 -horsepower, six -cylinder engine with Stromberg

carburettors can go from zero to 100 kilometers an hour in 12 .5 seconds.

And I even like the color.

The keys are in the ignition, Your Highness.

You shall have camels, horses, an armed escort, provisions, desert vehicles,

and tanks.

You're welcome.

We have no time to lose. Indiana Jones and his father have escaped.

We go this way.

Get that terminal out of the way. What happened to Marcus, Lala?

They set out across the desert this afternoon. I believe they took Mr. Brody

with them.

Now they have the bank.

And in this sort of race, there's no silver medal for finishing second.

Care to whet your whistle, Marcus?

I'd rather spit in your face, better than I haven't got any spit.

Must be within three or four miles, otherwise we're off the map.

Well, Marcus, we're on the brink of the recovery of the greatest artifact in the

history of mankind.

You're meddling with powers you cannot possibly comprehend.

I see Brody.

Seems okay.

Got a tank.

Six -pound gun.

What do you think you're doing? Get down!

Dad, we're well out of rain.

Come on, come on!

Can't see anyone out there.

Maybe it wasn't even Jones. No. Is him all right?

He's here somewhere.

Put Brody in the tank.

Well,

in this sun, without transportation, they're as good as dead.

It's Jones, all right.

Now, what are all these people? Who cares?

As long as they're keeping Donovan busy.

Glad you stayed here while Tom and I organized some transportation.

I don't need camels. No camels.

The rest of this.

Ada Robich, that's the station.

Henry, what are you doing here? The rest of your work.

Search him.

What is this book?

It's that miserable little diary of yours.

Here's the map. The book is useless, and yet you come all the way back to Berlin

to get it.

Why?

What are you hiding?

What does the diary tell you that it doesn't tell us?

It tells me that goose -stepping morons like yourself should try reading books

instead of burning them.

Colonel! Jones is getting away!

I think not, Herr Donovan.

Not that Jones! The other Jones!

Compensation for my brother -in -law's car.

Indy, your father and Brody. Where's my father? They have them in the belly of

that steel beast.

Cooper's on the green head.

Look out!

Back to Earth!

Bye -bye.

Get me the pen. What? Don't you see? The pen is bitier than the sword.

Didn't I tell you it was a rescue?

You call this archaeology?

Get out of there, Dad!

I just want to get off this thing.

Where's Marcus?

wasn't ready, Marcus.

Thought I'd lost you, boy.

I thought you had to, sir.

Well

done.

Come on.

thing. We're so near the end.

Come on, let's go.

Let's go.

I never expected to see you again.

I'm like a bad penny. I always turn.

Step back now, Dr. Schneider. Give Dr. Jones some room.

He's going to recover the Grail.

Impossible? What do you say, Jones?

Ready to go down in history?

As what? A Nazi dude like you?

The Nazis?

Is that the limit of your vision?

The Nazis want to write themselves into the Grail legend.

Take on the world.

Well, they're welcome.

But I want the Grail itself.

The cup that gives everlasting life.

Hitler can have the world, but he can't take it with him.

I'm going to be drinking my own health when he's gone the way of the dodo.

The Grail is mine.

And you're going to get it for me.

Shooting me won't get you anywhere.

You know something, Dr. Jones?

You're absolutely right.

Dad.

Dad!

You can't save him when you're dead.

The healing power of the Grail is the only thing that can save your father

It's time to ask yourself what you believe.

Yous alright?

Now for a bit, Jehovah begins with an I.

And you must hurry.

I knew you'd come.

My strength left me.

Who are you?

The last of three brothers who swore an oath to find the grave and to guard it.

It was 700 years ago.

A long time to wait.

You're strangely dressed for a night.

Not exactly.

The knight, what do you mean?

I was chosen because I was the bravest, most worthy.

The honor was mine until the mother came to challenge me to single convert.

I can't believe it.

To you, revenge.

Which one is it?

You must choose.

But choose wisely.

For as the true grail will bring you life,

the false grail will take it from you.

I'm not a historian.

I have no idea what it looks like.

Which one is it?

Let me choose.

Personally, as the couple of the King of Kings.

Eternal life.

would not be made out of gold.

That's the cup of a carpenter.

You have chosen wise.

But the grail cannot pass beyond the great field.

That is the boundary and the price of immortality.

We have got it. Come on.

Elsa. Elsa, don't move.

It's ours, Indy. Yours and mine. Elsa, don't cross the field. The light warned

us not to take the ground.

Don't, Elsa.

Elsa.

Give me your other hand, honey. I can't hold you.

Give me your hand. Give me your other hand.

Junior,

give me your other hand. I can't hold on.

Just reach it, Dad.

Indiana.

Indiana.

Elsa never really believed in the graph.

She thought she'd found a prize.

What did you find, Dad?

Me.

Illumination.

And what did you find, Junior?

Junior? Dad?

Please, what does it always mean? It's Junior.

That's his name.

Henry Jones Junior.

Like Indiana.

We named the dog Indiana.

May we go home now, please?

The dog?

You are named after the dog?

Got a lot of fond memories of that dog.

Ready?

Ready? Indy! Henry!

Follow me! I know the way!

Got lost in his own museum, huh?

After you, Junior.

Yes, sir.