THE METROPOLITANS — Episode Thirty Five

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A saga of everyday life in the Big L and a wry look at contemporary culture

By Tony Carden

 

Episode Thirty Five

 

The train shuddered as it switched tracks. Andrew turned from reading the article in Mother & Baby he was sharing with Jill to staring out the window. I can’t believe I’m going to be a father. The autumn was advancing. He noticed many of the trees were now nearly bare of leaves. Leaves on the line. That’s what Network SouthEast will be announcing. Perhaps the wrong kind of leaves. Brexit leaves, perhaps? He glanced at his mobile. We should be arriving at Buxted soon.

‘Are your parents going to meet us?’

‘Uh?’ Jill looked up from the magazine. ‘What did you say?’

‘Are we being met at the station?’

‘Mum only comes to pick me up if its raining.’ It’s a beautiful sunny day, so we’re spared any possible scene at the station. He looked at Jill’s stomach. Does she look pregnant? He couldn’t tell. His mind turned the forthcoming meeting with her parents. Why hadn’t we simply told them when we Skyped? There’s no good answer to that. No, that’s not true. You can’t tell them something like that on the phone—even if it has pictures. We have to tell them face to face. He looked at Jill. I know you’re dreading the meeting. That’s why we put it off. You put it off. His mind wandered back to their discussion.

 

*

 

‘I think we must tell them.’

‘No, Andrew. They’ll go ballistic.’

‘But the longer we leave it…’

‘We’ll go down to see them and tell them then.’

Unwittingly, his gaze descended to her midriff.

‘Do you think it shows?’

‘Oh no, I don’t think so. How long has it been now?’

‘Well, based on the doctor, it must be four months. But I think it’s three.’

‘What about letting your parents know?’

‘We can phone them from the delivery room.’

‘Are you being serious?’ She shook her head. ‘You’ll be expected to go home at Christmas. Your parents would insist. What then?’

‘I could say we’re going to your folk.’

‘They’d only suggest the New Year, then.’

‘Suppose so.’ She gave him a drawn smile. ‘I’m not looking forward to it, you know.’

‘Well, I’m not enthusiastic either.’ But since we are here, we are here. There’s no escape from telling them. The longer we leave it, the worst it will be.

‘Let’s not go, then.’

‘No, Jill, we must. And the sooner the better. After all, three or four months, they’ll be hurt you haven’t said anything earlier.’

‘And we’re agreed on what we’re planning?’

‘Keeping the baby? Getting married? Of course.’ Well, I think so.

She beamed at him.

 

*

 

The train slowed as it came into the station. Andrew read the sign: Buxted.

Jill touched his arm. ‘Well, this is it.’ She smiled at him.

He got up and went over to rescue their bags from the luggage rack. Jill joined him at the door. The train stopped. She pressed the release button and the door opened. He followed her out of the carriage.

He looked up and down the station. ‘It doesn’t change, does it?’

‘It’s a sleepy part of England, if that’s what you mean.’

‘I can’t see your parents.’

‘It’s a postponement, not a reprieve.’ Jill rubbed her stomach.

‘You alright?’

‘Butterflies.’

‘My stomach feels queasy. Perhaps we’ve eaten something we shouldn’t?’

Jill laughed. ‘Probably a dodgy Prêt A Manger sandwich.’

‘You think so?’

‘No, of course not. Well, let’s go, we’ve got to face them sometime.’

She led him along as he rolled their overnight cases behind him as they walked towards her family home. It was as he remembered it from his last visit. The same suburban houses. The same well-tended gardens, now autumnal.

They entered the cul de sac. Whether it was nerves or because the ground over which he had to pull their cases was rougher, but he slowed up as they got nearer to the house.

Jill unlocked the door. ‘Mum. Dad. It’s me.’

Susan emerged from the kitchen.

‘Jill! How lovely to see you.’ She hugged Jill and then smiled at Andrew. ‘Welcome. You’re earlier than I expected. I thought you said you wouldn’t be here before six o clock?’

‘We took an earlier train.’ Jill looked around as if searching. ‘Where’s Dad?’

‘Oh, he went off to get some more gin. I forgot to get some when I was at Waitrose.’

Jill took her mother’s arm. ‘There’s something I’ve got to tell you.’

Susan glanced at the two of them. ‘Shouldn’t we wait till your father gets home?’

Jill tugged at her mother. ‘Come into the lounge.’ They all went into the living room. Susan sat down on the sofa. Jill took a seat next to her. Andrew occupied the nearby armchair.

Susan looked at the both with a somewhat quizzical expression. ‘Well, this is all very mysterious. Are you planning a surprise for him?’

Jill frowned. ‘It will be a surprise, yes. But it’s not about him. It’s about me.’

‘I see.’ Susan turned to look at Andrew. Well, yes, I’m involved too.

Jill tugged on her mother’s arm. Susan turned to her. ‘I’m pregnant.’

‘Oh!’ Her hand up shot to cover her mouth. There was a silence. Susan turned back to Andrew then looked at her daughter. ‘You intend to keep it.’

Jill nodded. ‘Andrew and I will be getting married.’

‘Ah!’ Again, Susan paused. ‘Have you set a date?’

‘We thought we’d wait until after the baby is born.’

‘I see.’ Susan got to her feet. ‘I’ll make us all a cup of tea.’

Jill got up. Andrew followed. They traipsed into the kitchen. Susan fiddled with the kettle, pulled out a teapot and several mugs.

‘When is the baby due?’

‘May.’

Andrew could see her doing the mental arithmetic about when conception took place.

‘So, you’re thinking of summer for the wedding, then?’

‘Andrew and I were thinking of September.’

‘I see.’

‘Do you think Dad will be furious?’

‘I’m sure he wants what’s best for you.’

‘You think he’ll take it badly, don’t you?’

The kettle shrieked. She clicked the off tab, poured some water into the teapot, sloshed it around before returning it to the kettle. She snapped it back on.

‘It might be a good idea if I talked to your father before you tell him.’

‘You know Daddy best.’ With one hand Jill fiddled with the sleeve of her other arm. ‘You’ll tell him, won’t you?’

‘Oh, Jill, shouldn’t you be the one to let him know?’

‘I hope he’ll be pleased.

‘I’m sure of it.’

Andrew took hold of Jill’s arms. ‘Let’s get ourselves unpacked. You can rest up for a while.’

Jill looked at him, pulled free of his grasp, then patted his arm. ‘I think that’s a good idea.’

As they collected their luggage, they heard a car arrive. It pulled up in the drive. The engine stopped.

‘Daddy’s back, Mum.’

‘Thanks.’ She went towards the door. ‘I’ll call you down when I’ve talked to him.’

With Jill leading, they scuttled upstairs.

On the landing, Jill looked down as they heard the door open. Andrew could hear voices but not make out what was being said. The unheard conversation was cut off as David and Susan went into either the kitchen or the living room.

‘We’ve been given separate rooms.’ Jill pointed at her bedroom and the spare. ‘But I think we can share mine tonight.’

‘Won’t that be rubbing it a bit in their face?’

‘We’re a couple, aren’t we?’

Andrew smiled. ‘A couple with a baby on the way.’

‘See.’ She pulled him into her bedroom. ‘Mum will fetch us after they’ve talked.’

It was about twenty minutes later that Andrew heard someone on the stairs. Susan knocked before entering. She lingered in the doorway. Andrew examined her. She seems quite stressed. That’s not good news.

‘’Oh dear. Your father’s not taking this very well.’ She stood away from the door. ‘He’s waiting to talk to you downstairs.’ Her voice broke a bit. ‘Don’t keep him waiting.’

Jill reached out a hand to Andrew. ‘Let’s go.’

They went down the stairs side by side and made for the lounge. David was standing by the window looking out.

‘Daddy?’

He turned, scowled at them before indicating they should sit down.

‘Your mother tells me you’re pregnant.’ He turned to Andrew. ‘You’re the father.’ Andrew nodded.

‘Oh daddy, I know you’re disappointed. It was a mistake.’

‘Really?’ He gestured towards Andrew. ‘You took advantage of my daughter.’ If only you knew! It’s her, not me.

‘We got carried away.’

‘Is that what you call it? In my time, we had more self-restraint.’ He harrumphed.

‘We are going to get married.’

‘So your mother says. She mentioned the autumn.’

‘Well, after the baby is born.’

‘What will my friends think? What of my work with the party? Did you think about that before you…’ His voice trailed off.

‘Daddy, it’s not as if it is uncommon.’

‘Is that how you put it? It’s being common is it? That’s not how I brought up my daughter.’ He looked up. Andrew turned. Susan was standing in the doorway. David gestured in her direction. His voice rose. ‘See how you’ve upset your mother.’

Susan came into the room and sat down next to Jill. ‘David, you said you’d keep calm about this.’

‘I am keeping calm.’

‘No, you’re not. You’re raising your voice.’

‘I’ll raise my voice if I want to.’

‘David!’ Susan jumped out of the sofa. ‘Stop it!’ She pointed at Jill. ‘It’s your daughter, not some Trollope on TV.’

Jill got to her feet. David and Andrew likewise stood up.

‘Mum, Dad, please. Arguing about it won’t make it better.’ She grabbed Andrew’s arm. ‘I thought you’d react this way. That’s why we kept putting off letting you know.’ She hugged Andrew. ‘We’re going to be married.’ She confronted her father. ‘I was hoping you’d want to walk me down the aisle.’

David looked at the three of them before turning away. He made towards the door to the hall.

‘David! She’s your daughter, for Christ’s sake.’

He turned and glared at them. Andrew could see the hurt and anger in his eyes.

‘Not anymore.’ He slammed the door.

‘Oh dear, oh dear.’ Susan was in tears. Jill was digging her fingers into his arms. What a bloody mess.

 

 

*   *   *

 

Ahmed hooted the horn. The driver in front v-signed him back. Ahmed leaned out the window. ‘Get a f**king move on, yah garden tool.’ He honked again. The car edged forward before picking up speed. Ahmed followed behind.

They came to a red light. The car in front stopped. Ahmed pulled up behind. He turned to his passenger. ‘It’s getting bloody worse every day, yah know? Idiots at the wheel everywhere.’

‘I know what you mean. That’s why I don’t drive.’

‘Yah don’t?’ Ahmed shrugged his shoulders.

The lights turned. The queue moved on. But movement was slow. Ahmed honked.

They got stuck at the next lights. Ahmed swivelled to be able to see his passenger. ‘Sorry ‘bout the progress, mate.’

‘It isn’t your fault.’

‘Yeah, but I’d like to get yah to your destination, double quick-like.’

‘I’m sure you’re doing your best.’

The car in front of him revved its engine. Ahmed turned back to see it move forward as the light had gone green. Ahmed managed to get his car through just as it turned amber.

On the other side of the lights, the traffic now moved faster. Ahmed had to concentrate as cars tried to cut across in front of him.

There was another light ahead. As he raced towards it, following the cars in front, the lights started changing. The car in front of him accelerated to get through—but the light was now red. Ahmed braked and stopped.

Ahmed watched as the other car raced across the intersection. Then, as he watched in horror, the lights jumper ploughed into a car coming from the side street. The speeding car was flung into the air and did a leap over the other car before crashing down to the ground again. Ahmed heard the crunch it made as it hit even insulated inside his Prius. Panels and tires from the wrecked car flew off in every direction.

‘Effing ‘ell!’

Ahmed put on his warning lights, unbelted, opened the door and got out.

He waved at his passenger. ‘Bit of a problem, see.’

He rushed over to the wrecked car. When he got to the crash he noticed a strong smell of diesel. He looked at the wreck. The smashed car had a puddle that, as Ahmed watched, grew larger. He went to the driver’s side. The driver’s window had been smashed. He looked in. The airbags had inflated. Ahmed reached in. The driver did not respond when Ahmed shook him.

‘Shit!’

Someone ran up to Ahmed. ‘You shouldn’t move him in case he’s suffered an injury.’

Ahmed gestured towards the puddle. ‘The f**king tank’s ruptured. This could go up in flames any second.’ He pulled open the door. ‘Ere, give us an ‘and with ‘im.’

‘Sure mate.’

Ahmed reached over the driver for the release for the seatbelt. But he struggled to get it to work. Then it clicked open. He pulled the man sideways and disentangled him from the belt.

His helper grabbed the man under the arms and yanked him out.

Between the two of them they got the man to the side of the road.

Depositing the injured driver Ahmed was able to pay attention to what else was happening. Spectators had gathered. Some were going up close to use their phones to take pictures.

Ahmed left the casualty and walked over to the photographers. ‘Get back. The car could go up in flames any minute.’

‘Yah kiddin’ right?’

There was a whoosh. The car burst into flames. People backed off.

‘I was friggin’ right.’

In the distance Ahmed heard a siren.

 

 

*   *   *

 

INDY REF2 AND THE LOST CRUSADE

Part 7

 

The story so far:

Several years after his encounter in Trafalgar Square with Panama hat, Indy finally manages to best the radical Eurofanatic group and steal their banner, which he delivers to his mentor Brody. Escaping from his students in his political theory class, Indy is picked up by henchmen employed by William Donovan. At this meeting, Indy hears about the missing elements of Orwell’s key political treatise and the fact Donovan has information as to their whereabouts. Agreeing to go and search for these, Indy is told that the manuscript might be in Venice, Italy.

Having found a clue to Orwell’s treatise on political manipulation in the catacombs of Venice’s library and met Elsa, they are attacked and barely escape with their lives when the catacombs are engulfed in a firestorm.

Discovering that his father is a prisoner of the Eurofanatics in a castle in Austria, Indy heads there to rescue him. They are taken prisoner but manage to escape and head for a boathouse where they dupe their pursuers by making them think they have made off in a motor launch. Except they haven’t…

 

 

CAMERA PULLS BACK TO REVEAL

A large box which suddenly BREAKS APART as Indy, now on a

motorbike with Sean in the sidecar, ROARS PAST THE DOCK,

hitting TWO SOLDIERS who scream as they fall into the river.

 

Vogel screams after Indy and Sean as they drive off.

STRAIGHT CUT TO:

EXT. COUNTRY ROAD – DAY

Indy looks pleased as he drives the motorbike along the road,

but Sean appears worried.

INDY

Ha!

FOUR SOLDIERS ON MOTORCYCLES

They chase down the road after Indy and Sean.

Indy turns the motorbike down a smaller, dusty tree-lined

road. Sean gasps as he is jostled about in the sidecar. One

of the Nazi Soldiers gives chase along a higher road running

in the same direction.

EXT. ROAD BARRICADE – DAY

Indy approaches the barricade from one direction as one of

the Soldiers approaches from a higher road.

A GUARD steps from the road station and calls to the vehicles

as Indy and Sean SMASH THROUGH THE BARRICADE.

 

GUARD

Halt! Halt!

The Soldier rides his motorcycle through the other side

of the barrier — IT SHATTERS.

INDY AND SEAN

 

Indy grabs at a FLAGPOLE as they roar past — it snaps off

in his hand.

The Soldier drives his motorcycle toward Indy and Sean.

He unshoulders his machine gun.

 

Indy uses the broken flagpole as a lance and knocks the

Soldier from his motorcycle.

THE RIDERLESS MOTORCYCLE

Drives on toward the other Soldiers now approaching the

guardhouse, COLLIDING WITH TWO OF THEM.

The remaining Soldier manoeuvres his motorcycle around

his fallen comrades and continues the chase.

 

INDY AND SEAN

As the remaining Soldier rides alongside their motorbike

he cocks his gun, preparing to fire.

Indy quickly jams the remaining portion of the flagpole

through the spokes of the Soldier’s motorbike’s front wheel.

 

The SOLDIER’S MOTORCYCLE FLIPS THREE TIMES, throwing

him high into the air.

Indy glances back and smiles, but the smile fades as he looks

forward again to see a sign at a CROSSROAD. Arrows pointing

in opposite directions indicate the way to “BERLIN” or

“VENEDIG”.

 

Indy starts down the road marked “VENEDIG”.

SEAN

Stop!

INDY

What?

SEAN

Stop! Stop!

The motorbike skids to a stop.

SEAN

You’re going the wrong Way! We have

to get to Berlin!

 

INDY

(pointing towards

Venedig)

Brody’s this way.

SEAN

My Notes are in Berlin.

 

INDY

You don’t need your Notes, Dad. Marcus

has the diagram.

SEAN

There is more in the Notes than just

the diagram.

 

INDY

All right Dad — tell me.

SEAN

Well, he who finds Orwell’s Manuscript must

undertake the key task.

 

INDY

What key task?

SEAN

Three issues of public policy.

INDY

Policy holes?

 

SEAN

Oh, yes. But I found the answers that

will safely allow us to apply Orwell’s principles, in

Plato’s Second Republic.

INDY

But what are they? Can’t you remember?

SEAN

I wrote them down in my Notes so

that I wouldn’t have to remember.

INDY

Half the EU Security Force’s on our tail

and you want me to go to Berlin?

Into the lion’s den?

 

SEAN

Yes! The only thing that matters is

Orwell’s Manuscript.

INDY

What about Marcus?

 

SEAN

Marcus would agree with me.

INDY

Two selfless martyrs. Bloody Hell!

Sean slaps him across the face. Indy is rocked to his

foundations, not by any means entirely by the blow itself.

SEAN

That’s for bad language. The quest for

Orwell’s manuscript is not academic. It’s a

race against evil. If it is captured

by the Eurofanatics, the armies of darkness

will march all over the face of the

earth. Do you understand me?

 

INDY

This is an obsession Dad. I never

understood it. Never. Neither did

Mom.

 

SEAN

Oh yes, she did. Only too well.

Unfortunately, she kept her illness

from me until all I could do was

mourn her.

EXT. CROSSROADS – DAY

Arrows point in opposite directions to VENICE and BERLIN.

The CAMERA MOVES IN on the portion of the sign reading BERLIN.

EXT. CITY SQUARE – BERLIN – NIGHT

 

A Eurofanatic Rally — a book-burning is in process.

 

The mound of burning books is ten feet tall and growing by

the minute as College Students and EU Functionaries

continually toss more books onto the fire.

Flags, banners and standards displaying the EU stars are

waved rhythmically from side to side in a motion that echoes

the mounting frenzy of the enormous crowd.

Indy and Sean walk toward the Square. Indy wears the uniform

of a Eurofanatic Soldier. He is now buttoning up the tunic — which

happens to be several sizes too big.

SEAN

My boy, we are Pilgrims in an unholy

land.

Then… Indy sees something that makes him stop in his tracks.

WE PAN ALONG HIS LINE OF SIGHT to:

THE PODIUM

Where high-ranking Officers of the European Commission stand flanking

J-C JUNKET as they oversee the rally.

ANOTHER ANGLE

Elsa is walking away in an open area, background of torches,

vehicles, Eurofanatics… one of whom is now none other

than Indy, coming up to her before she knows he is there.

His voice is quiet and tough, his eyes hard.

INDY

Fraulein Doctor. Where is it?

Still startled, her reaction makes it clear that Indy is

even now a lover in her thoughts.

ELSA

How did you get here?

INDY

Where is it? I want it.

Indy pushes Elsa against a column and begins to search her

clothing for the Diary. He pulls the notebook from Elsa’s pocket.

ELSA

You came back for the notebook? Why?

INDY

My father didn’t want it incinerated.

She understands him. It’s as though he slapped her.

ELSA

Is that what you think of me? I

believe in Orwell’s manuscript, not the EU.

INDY

(vicious)

Yet you stood up to be counted with

the enemy of everything that Orwell

stands for — who gives a damn what

you think?

ELSA

(hard and fast)

You do.

Now it’s as though she’d slapped him back. His hands fly to

her neck.

INDY

All I have to do is squeeze.

ELSA

All I have to do is scream.

It’s a standoff emotionally. He knows he’d never do it. she

knows it too. And the same goes for screaming.

Indy releases her and backs away. She looks at him with a

lover’s pain. He moves over to Sean.

INDY

I’ve got it. Let’s get the hell out of here.

They move off and almost run headlong into Junket and his

entire entourage coming down from the Podium. 50 kids push

their autograph books forJunket’s signature.

Junket pauses to sign them. Junket looks Indy’s way. They

make eye contact. It only lasts a moment, but the moment is

electric.

Junket breaks the spell by taking the Notebook from him,

opens it to the first page and signs his autograph. He hands

it back and moves on.

EXT. AIRFIELD – BERLIN, GERMANY – DAY

Indy’s motorcycle pulls up to the main terminal.

INT. TERMINAL BUILDING – DAY

A Plainclothes Agent distributes leaflets bearing SEAN’S

PICTURE to Eurofanatic Soldiers inside the terminal.

Sean leans in a doorway reading a newspaper as Indy enters

down the stairs and taps Sean’s shoulder.

They begin to walk toward the boarding gates.

SEAN

What did you get?

INDY

I don’t know. The first available

flight out of Germany.

SEAN

Good.

Indy and Sean show their papers to the Boarding Guards,

then join the line of passengers, which has already begun to

move toward a:

MOORED ZEPPELIN

Ten stories tall and longer than two football fields: Flying

in the grand tradition!

INT. THE ZEPPELIN – PASSENGER COMPARTMENT – DAY

The Zeppelin is about to take off. Indy and Sean make

themselves comfortable in one of the compartments.

INDY

Well, we made it.

Sean looks over his newspaper at Indy.

SEAN

When we’re airborne, with Germany

behind us, then I’ll share that sentiment.

INDY

Relax.

But Indy looks out the window and is suddenly concerned when

he sees:

VOGEL AND A EUROINTEL AGENT

Rushing across the tarmac toward the Zeppelin.

VOGEL

Nicht zumachen! Wir steigen ein!

INDY

Sits back in his chair, looks to Sean, now reading his

newspaper.

A Steward enters and sets a bowl of nuts on the table in

front of Indy and Sean, then continues down the aisle of

passengers. Indy follows after the Steward. He puts his arm

around the Steward’s shoulder and together they walk up a

flight of stairs.

VOGEL

Now walks up the aisle. He approaches a MALE PASSENGER hidden

behind a newspaper. Vogel uses his walking stick to lower

the newspaper and show the Passenger the leaflet with Sean’s

photograph.

VOGEL

Haben sie diesen Mann gesehen?

The Passengers at the table shake their heads in the negative.

Vogel shows the picture to other Passengers.

FEMALE PASSENGER

Nein.

INDY (O.S.)

Fahrscheine, bitte.

MALE PASSENGER

Nein.

Vogel turns to see:

INDY — WEARING THE HAT AND JACKET OF THE CHIEF STEWARD

MALE PASSENGER (O.S.)

Ich habe ihn nicht gesehen.

INDY

Tickets please.

The Passengers do not react to the request, made in English.

INDY

Fahrscheine meine Dame. Bitte.

VOGEL

Approaches Sean, still hidden behind his newspaper. Again,

Vogel uses his walking stick to lower the paper, revealing

Sean’s face.

VOGEL

Guten Tag, Herr Ref2.

Now Indy, still playing the role of Steward, asks Vogel for

his ticket.

INDY

Fahrscheine mein Herr.

VOGEL

Weg.

INDY

Tickets please.

Sean looks confused.

VOGEL

(in German)

Was?

Vogel glances up and recognizes Indy — who quickly punches

Vogel in the face, knocking him toward the window. In another

quick move, Indy TOSSES HIM OUT THE WINDOW onto the tarmac

below.

Shocked Passengers blink in bewilderment.

INDY

(in German; with a shrug)

No ticket.

Everyone else with a ticket quickly produces it and waves it

in Indy’s face.

EXT. AIRFIELD TARMAC – DAY

Vogel gets to his knees as the huge Zeppelin rises into the

sky above him, revealing an airplane attached to the belly

of the airship. Vogel shakes his fist at the rising Zeppelin.

VOGEL

Du wirst nochmal horen von mir!

INT. ZEPPELIN – DAY

Indy and Sean together again in their compartment.

SEAN

You know, sharing your adventures is

an interesting experience.

INDY

(meaning Elsa)

That’s not all we shared. It’s

disgraceful. You’re old enough to be

her fa… er, her grandfather!

SEAN

Well, I’m as human as the next man.

INDY

I was the next man.

SEAN

(laughs)

Ships that pass in the night…

Sean opens his Notebook and begins to thumb through it.

INDY

Do you remember the last time we had

a quiet drink? I had a milk shake.

SEAN

Hmmm… What did we talk about?

INDY

We didn’t talk. We never talked.

SEAN

And do I detect a rebuke?

INDY

A regret. It was just the two of us,

Dad. It was a lonely way to grow up.

For you, too. If you had been an

ordinary, average father like the

other guys’ dads, you’d have

understood that.

SEAN

Actually, I was a wonderful father.

INDY

When?

Sean looks up from his Diary.

SEAN

Did I ever tell you to eat up? Go to

bed? Wash your ears? Do your homework?

No. I respected your privacy and I

taught you self-reliance.

INDY

What you taught me was that I was

less important to you than people

who had been dead for five hundred

years in another country. And I

learned it so well that we’ve hardly

spoken for twenty years.

SEAN

You left just when you were becoming

interesting.

INDY

Dad, how can you?

SEAN

(interrupting)

Very well. I’m here now.

He closes the Notebook and leans back in his seat.

SEAN

What do you want to talk about? Hmmm?

Indy stutters uncomfortably as Sean stares at him, waiting

for a response.

INDY

(laughs)

Well… I can’t think of anything.

SEAN

Then what are you complaining about?

(laughs)

Look, we have work to do. When we

get to the Isle of Skye we will face

three challenges.

(he reads from the

Diary)

“First, the hardman of Arbroath. Only the

penniless man will pass. Second, the

Burns Supper, only in the footsteps

of the haggis will he proceed. Third, the

Power of the People God, only in the leap from

the lion’s head will he prove his

worth.”

INDY

What does all that mean?

SEAN

(laughs)

I don’t know. We’ll find out.

Sunlight falls across the table from the window. Indy reaches

for the drink. The bar of sunlight turns like the hand of a

clock over the tabletop across the drinks.

We see Indy puzzled. Only for a moment.

INDY

They’re turning around. They’re taking

us back to Germany.

INT. FRAMEWORK OF ZEPPELIN – DAY

Indy and his father emerge from the hatchway into the belly

of the Zeppelin. The Zeppelin’s elaborate metal framework is

exposed.

Indy and Sean hurry down the catwalk until arriving at a

PAIR OF DOORWAYS framed into the Zeppelin’s outer skin.

INDY

Well, I thought it would take them a

lot longer to figure out the radio

was dead. Come on, Dad. Move!

Then Indy opens the doors. We see plenty of blue sky and

white clouds. We also see a small PLANE that is suspended

from the Zeppelin by a HOOK & CRANE DEVICE.

INDY

Come on, Dad. Come on!

EXT. AIRPLANE – DAY

Indy climbs into the front seat in the cockpit of the plane as Sean takes

the seat behind.

SEAN

(with delight)

I didn’t know you could fly a plane.

INDY

Fly… yes. Land… no.

INT. THE BIPLANE – DAY

Indy turns in his seat to give Sean the “thumbs up.” Sean

smiles valiantly and points down to the ground.

Then they both become aware of a STRANGE SOUND in the skies

behind them. Something between a ROAR and a WAIL. TWO

EUROFIGHTERS streak out of the clouds and

race across the sky.

INDY AND SEAN

Shrink in their seats as the EUROFIGHTERS (going three

times as fast as they are) SCREAM past on either side.

INDY

Dad, you’re gonna have to use the

smoke machine. Get it ready.

Sean looks down at the console in front of him with a perplexed

expression.

INDY

(turning; pointing)

Eleven o’clock!

Sean looks at his watch.

INDY

Dad — eleven o’clock!!

SEAN

What happens at eleven o’clock?

Indy uses his arm to demonstrate that he’s referring to a

direction and not a time.

INDY

(frustrated)

Twelve — eleven — ten. Eleven

o’clock. There!

Sean does — and the SMOKE makes him cough and nearly pass out.

Indy’s slow speed and small size works to his advantage. The

speeding EUROFIGHTERS continually overshoot him, WHIZZING

past in a blur — making wide turns miles away in the sky.

Sean has one of the Eurofighters in sight on his console. He pulls

back on the switch – PUFF-PUFF-PUFF!

The Eurofighter banks to the left, but Sean keeps it in

centred on his console’s screenhis gun sight. Sean presses a button on the console, inadvertently

EJECTING THE CHARGE AND CUTTING HIS OWN REAR STABILIZER IN HALF.

INDY

Dad, are we hit?!

SEAN

More or less.

(pause)

Son, I’m sorry. They got us.

Indy looks back at the missing tail section, then at his

father.

The plane begins to go down. Indy struggles to control its

descent.

INDY

Hang on, Dads We’re going in!

Sean slumps down fearfully in his seat.

EXT. A FIELD – DAY

The wheels of the plane touch down. OUT OF CONTROL, the PLANE

SKIDS and CRASHES first into a corral of goats and then into

the farmhouse beyond sending a cloud of dust into the air.

As Indy pulls himself from the cockpit:

SEAN

(sarcastic)

Nice landing.

INDY

Thanks.

Suddenly, Indy’s attention is directed to:

TWO SCREAMING EUROFIGHTERS

Coming in low. Guns BLAZING.

As BULLETS EXPLODE around them, Indy and Sean jump over a

stone barricade. Sean, frightened, grabs at Indy.

SEAN

Those people are trying to kill us!

INDY

I know, Dad!

SEAN

It’s a new experience for me.

INDY

It happens to me all the time.

To be continued…

 

All characters appearing in this work are fictitious.

Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

 

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