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Indiana Jones and the Horn of Fates
#1 EXT. NIGHT. ESTABLING SHOT (WS) CHICAGO
Some good night time shots of THE NEST. A large neon sign flashes THE NEST and the marquee tells the latest performer, tonight?s show? ARTIE ?BIG MONEY? WILKINSON AND HIS BAND FEATURING JACKANNE SUMMERS. The neon sign buzzes as cars zoom past on the busy street below. Neon lines the peaks and curves of the building glowing onto the slanted roofs and designs of the dance club.
#2 INT. NIGHT. (WS) THE NEST
Slow pan on the dance club as lavish guests waltz in though the entrance wearing sequined dresses and tuxedos. This is a lavish dance club in Chicago where jazz is served, shaken NOT stirred, until 4 am. The swing band is cranking out a saucy tune, SONG OF INDIA, played up beat with a New Orleans jazz style.
The club is made up of two floors. The lower, main floor, is the location the stage and the dance floor. And the upper level, lined with iron railing, creates a horseshoe shape around the side of the club, facing towards the stage.
The room is loud with music, the sound of shoes tapping as people dance and other guests chating, telling jokes, gossip, local news. The occasional laugh. Waiters stroll around with trays of wine or cheeses. Dodging guests, avoiding an accident, as though it?s an art.
A saxophone breaks into a solo, jazzing it up, wailing away note by note. The dancers keep up with the music. They dance the Jitterbug, the Lindy Hop, and the Susie Q.
Some guests sit at the bar listening to the bar tender tell a joke, they laugh. The bartender tells another joke as another guest sits down and he serves him a glass of scotch. The mood of the room is very light. The band finishes the number and the guests clap with approval.
The spotlights fade down and the band begins a slower number, MOONLIGHT SERENADE. The dancers slow dance now and the room is a bit more quiet. But not THAT quiet.
A man with adventuring gear strolls into the room. He wears a fedora, and carries a suitcase. He ?sticks out like a sore thumb?. He is INDIANA JONES. He walks up to the podium at the front of the club. THE HOST standing at the podium looks at Indy with suspicion.
HOST
Table for one?
INDIANA
I need to speak with Mr. Shannon. It?s important.
HOST
He?s very busy right now.
INDIANA
It?s important.
A line is beginning to form and the guests are getting impatient. The host sees this.
HOST
Very well. This way.
#3 INT. NIGHT. (MS) OUTSIDE JACK SHANNON?S OFFICE
The Host leads Indy around the walls of the club to a staircase. The host leads Indy up a staircase and to a glass door. JACK SHANNON-CLUB OWNER
The host knocks on the door.
HOST
You have a guest.
JACK
Send him in.
The host opens the door for Indy. Indy walks in and the host closes the door behind Indy.
#4 INT. NIGHT. (WS) JACK SHANNON?S OFFICE
INDIANA (happily)
JACK!
JACK
Indy!?
How?r ya doin Pal?
INDIANA
Jack (sighs) It?s been forever, hasn?t it?
JACK
Please, sit down.
Indy drops his suitcase next to a large chair. He sits down.
INDIANA
Nice little place you got here.
JACK
Yeah, well, it gets the job done alright (pause) so what are you doing in this dive?
INDIANA
I need to borrow a piece I gave you. Remember back in Greece? ?23, A goat?s horn. You didn?t sell it did you? It?s impor?
Suddenly the door to Jack?s office flies open. A group of gansters appear along with a man in a grey pin stripped tree-piece suit, a rose in his lapel, and darkened glasses. He is R. L. Simth. An Italian. He excels at his jobs, finding and killing threats to his local Chicago mob. He is a well-known, smooth talking, gangster. He sneers at Indy and Jack.
JACK SHANNON and INDY are suddenly grabbed from behind. Two large guards in all black suits and do-rags are the ones who grabbed them. They continue to hold them.
SMITH
Sorry to interrupt, gentlemen. The Horn, now.
INDIANA (to Jack, sarcastically)
How rude!
Smith walk?s in Indy?s direction.
SMITH
Henry Jones.
INDIANA
Junior.
SMITH
Of course. R. L. Smith.
He puts out a hand for Indy to shake? nothing.
SMITH (cont?d)
Please hand it over now, Dr. Jones.
INDIANA
What?s it?
SMITH
The horn, Dr. Jones, the one Mr. SHANNON here just gave to you. You?ll politely give it to me now, and then you two can get back to your tea party.
The thugs laugh.
INDIANA
FAT CHANCE!
He kicks the thug behind him
INDIANA
This is our chance Jack! GO! GO!
#5 INT. NIGHT. (WS) THE NEST
Indy and Jack run out of Jack?s office, down the staircase and off to the front entrance. But more soldiers are rushing in, blocking the exit. Smith opens fire on Indy and Jack from the second floor.
Guests begin to scream and run to the nearest exit blocked by soldiers. The soldiers chase Indy and Jack past a waiter, carrying a large tray of the finest wines. The waiter trips crushing the ornately decorated glass wine bottles. Wine is everywhere. Smith runs down toward Indy and Jack, now cornered. He trips on the wine giving the pair a chance to escape.
The dancers are fleeing toward the exit and slipping on the wet floor. But the band is still playing.
Indy and Jack, once again, head for the exit. But a large thug blocks the way. Only the darkest grin covers his pudgy face. Indy turns around another thug is running directly towards him. Trapped. Indy dives out the running thug?s way. The thug, not being able to stop collides into the other thug with a gruesome ?smack?.
Indy in jack run into an alcove, making their next escape attempt. ?Click? Indy snaps around. A goon is standing their holding two Thomson sub-machine guns. Once again, Indy is starring certain death right in the face.
#7 EXT. NIGHT. (WS) CHICAGO
The thug flies out a window on the outside of the club.
They climb outside the window and onto the fast back alley of 1920s Chicago. The pair drive off in Jack?s coupe. But Smith and company follows in a black sedan.
The chase is on. As Jack?s flimsy coupe flies past billboards, and liquor crates. The sedan closely follows, spraying bullets.
SMITH
Go! Go!
NO not right left, through there!
The coupe skid?s past a corner garage. Indy spots a tight alley.
INDIANA
Jack! Turn into that alley up there.
The car glides into the alley. The Sedan, being large and bulky, can?t fit.
The coupe makes it to the airport, still in tact. Running out the car, as though it has a bomb on it, they make it to a beat-up three seater bi-plane, this thing?s seen some action.
INDIANA (screaming)
JOCK!!! JOCK!!! Start the engines Jock!!
The engines start. Smith?s sedan gets to the scene just a moment late.
Take off!
#8 EXT. NIGHT. (WS) JOCK?S PLANE
INDIANA
That was cuttin? it close Jock!
JOCK
I thought you wouldn?t make it.
INDIANA
I always make it Jock, always.
JOCK
Ha!
INDIANA (To Jack)
Well Jack, by now I guess they have the horn.
JACK
That?s impossible Indy.
INDIANA
Whadya mean, ?that?s impossible??
JACK
Indy, I have the horn.
Jack picks up his prize and presents it to Indy.
INDIANA
You?re something else Jack, you?re something else.
ROLL CREDITS
#1 EXT. NIGHT. ESTABLING SHOT (WS) CHICAGO
Some good night time shots of THE NEST. A large neon sign flashes THE NEST and the marquee tells the latest performer, tonight?s show? ARTIE ?BIG MONEY? WILKINSON AND HIS BAND FEATURING JACKANNE SUMMERS. The neon sign buzzes as cars zoom past on the busy street below. Neon lines the peaks and curves of the building glowing onto the slanted roofs and designs of the dance club.
#2 INT. NIGHT. (WS) THE NEST
Slow pan on the dance club as lavish guests waltz in though the entrance wearing sequined dresses and tuxedos. This is a lavish dance club in Chicago where jazz is served, shaken NOT stirred, until 4 am. The swing band is cranking out a saucy tune, SONG OF INDIA, played up beat with a New Orleans jazz style.
The club is made up of two floors. The lower, main floor, is the location the stage and the dance floor. And the upper level, lined with iron railing, creates a horseshoe shape around the side of the club, facing towards the stage.
The room is loud with music, the sound of shoes tapping as people dance and other guests chating, telling jokes, gossip, local news. The occasional laugh. Waiters stroll around with trays of wine or cheeses. Dodging guests, avoiding an accident, as though it?s an art.
A saxophone breaks into a solo, jazzing it up, wailing away note by note. The dancers keep up with the music. They dance the Jitterbug, the Lindy Hop, and the Susie Q.
Some guests sit at the bar listening to the bar tender tell a joke, they laugh. The bartender tells another joke as another guest sits down and he serves him a glass of scotch. The mood of the room is very light. The band finishes the number and the guests clap with approval.
The spotlights fade down and the band begins a slower number, MOONLIGHT SERENADE. The dancers slow dance now and the room is a bit more quiet. But not THAT quiet.
A man with adventuring gear strolls into the room. He wears a fedora, and carries a suitcase. He ?sticks out like a sore thumb?. He is INDIANA JONES. He walks up to the podium at the front of the club. THE HOST standing at the podium looks at Indy with suspicion.
HOST
Table for one?
INDIANA
I need to speak with Mr. Shannon. It?s important.
HOST
He?s very busy right now.
INDIANA
It?s important.
A line is beginning to form and the guests are getting impatient. The host sees this.
HOST
Very well. This way.
#3 INT. NIGHT. (MS) OUTSIDE JACK SHANNON?S OFFICE
The Host leads Indy around the walls of the club to a staircase. The host leads Indy up a staircase and to a glass door. JACK SHANNON-CLUB OWNER
The host knocks on the door.
HOST
You have a guest.
JACK
Send him in.
The host opens the door for Indy. Indy walks in and the host closes the door behind Indy.
#4 INT. NIGHT. (WS) JACK SHANNON?S OFFICE
INDIANA (happily)
JACK!
JACK
Indy!?
How?r ya doin Pal?
INDIANA
Jack (sighs) It?s been forever, hasn?t it?
JACK
Please, sit down.
Indy drops his suitcase next to a large chair. He sits down.
INDIANA
Nice little place you got here.
JACK
Yeah, well, it gets the job done alright (pause) so what are you doing in this dive?
INDIANA
I need to borrow a piece I gave you. Remember back in Greece? ?23, A goat?s horn. You didn?t sell it did you? It?s impor?
Suddenly the door to Jack?s office flies open. A group of gansters appear along with a man in a grey pin stripped tree-piece suit, a rose in his lapel, and darkened glasses. He is R. L. Simth. An Italian. He excels at his jobs, finding and killing threats to his local Chicago mob. He is a well-known, smooth talking, gangster. He sneers at Indy and Jack.
JACK SHANNON and INDY are suddenly grabbed from behind. Two large guards in all black suits and do-rags are the ones who grabbed them. They continue to hold them.
SMITH
Sorry to interrupt, gentlemen. The Horn, now.
INDIANA (to Jack, sarcastically)
How rude!
Smith walk?s in Indy?s direction.
SMITH
Henry Jones.
INDIANA
Junior.
SMITH
Of course. R. L. Smith.
He puts out a hand for Indy to shake? nothing.
SMITH (cont?d)
Please hand it over now, Dr. Jones.
INDIANA
What?s it?
SMITH
The horn, Dr. Jones, the one Mr. SHANNON here just gave to you. You?ll politely give it to me now, and then you two can get back to your tea party.
The thugs laugh.
INDIANA
FAT CHANCE!
He kicks the thug behind him
INDIANA
This is our chance Jack! GO! GO!
#5 INT. NIGHT. (WS) THE NEST
Indy and Jack run out of Jack?s office, down the staircase and off to the front entrance. But more soldiers are rushing in, blocking the exit. Smith opens fire on Indy and Jack from the second floor.
Guests begin to scream and run to the nearest exit blocked by soldiers. The soldiers chase Indy and Jack past a waiter, carrying a large tray of the finest wines. The waiter trips crushing the ornately decorated glass wine bottles. Wine is everywhere. Smith runs down toward Indy and Jack, now cornered. He trips on the wine giving the pair a chance to escape.
The dancers are fleeing toward the exit and slipping on the wet floor. But the band is still playing.
Indy and Jack, once again, head for the exit. But a large thug blocks the way. Only the darkest grin covers his pudgy face. Indy turns around another thug is running directly towards him. Trapped. Indy dives out the running thug?s way. The thug, not being able to stop collides into the other thug with a gruesome ?smack?.
Indy in jack run into an alcove, making their next escape attempt. ?Click? Indy snaps around. A goon is standing their holding two Thomson sub-machine guns. Once again, Indy is starring certain death right in the face.
#7 EXT. NIGHT. (WS) CHICAGO
The thug flies out a window on the outside of the club.
They climb outside the window and onto the fast back alley of 1920s Chicago. The pair drive off in Jack?s coupe. But Smith and company follows in a black sedan.
The chase is on. As Jack?s flimsy coupe flies past billboards, and liquor crates. The sedan closely follows, spraying bullets.
SMITH
Go! Go!
NO not right left, through there!
The coupe skid?s past a corner garage. Indy spots a tight alley.
INDIANA
Jack! Turn into that alley up there.
The car glides into the alley. The Sedan, being large and bulky, can?t fit.
The coupe makes it to the airport, still in tact. Running out the car, as though it has a bomb on it, they make it to a beat-up three seater bi-plane, this thing?s seen some action.
INDIANA (screaming)
JOCK!!! JOCK!!! Start the engines Jock!!
The engines start. Smith?s sedan gets to the scene just a moment late.
Take off!
#8 EXT. NIGHT. (WS) JOCK?S PLANE
INDIANA
That was cuttin? it close Jock!
JOCK
I thought you wouldn?t make it.
INDIANA
I always make it Jock, always.
JOCK
Ha!
INDIANA (To Jack)
Well Jack, by now I guess they have the horn.
JACK
That?s impossible Indy.
INDIANA
Whadya mean, ?that?s impossible??
JACK
Indy, I have the horn.
Jack picks up his prize and presents it to Indy.
INDIANA
You?re something else Jack, you?re something else.
ROLL CREDITS
