INT. HANGAR 51 - DUSK
INDY
Why Mac? Why betray me? After all those years. Tut-tut. Why must I reminisce about our history at this point? Why reveal your true intentions after only ten minutes? Why?
MAC
Exposition, mate. The seven-year-olds in the audience need this sh!t spelled out.
INDY
Kids?! What about the older fanbase, those with us from the very beginning?
Mac chortles most heartily...
MAC
Aww, f*ck 'em, Jonesy! Georgie-Boy has the demographic sewn-up. All those older guys, they'll be too sentimental, too proud, too misty-eyed to admit this movie sucks a dog's bollocks. And my true motivations? Pah! Have you read this cack from cover to cover? I flip-flop so much from here on in you'll think I'm a f*ckin' schizo!
SPALKO
Enough! Have vu any final vords, Doctoh Jooones?
INDY
Yeah. Deux et machina, b!tch!
Indy drops his firearm to the ground. Against the principles of physics and logic it independently discharges a round into the foot of a Commie goon. Panic and wild gunfire erupts, giving Indy just enough time - about ten seconds - to gingerly jog behind a flank of crates.
SPALKO
By the moustache of Stalin, this man moves like lightening! Go, comrades! Try to kill him!