Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom

FADE IN:

INT. "THE DRAGON" NIGHTCLUB - NIGHT

A Chinese GONG SOUNDS and the glittering doors of an art

Deco pagoda slides open to reveal a mammoth silver stairway

down which rows of beautiful women start descending.

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The lovely ladies are a mix of races and they sing a strange,

haunting melody -- one might think them a heavenly choir, if

it weren't for their sexy, clinging lamé gowns.

INT. CLUB ENTRANCE

From the ethereal beauties, we cut to a street urchin's dirty

face:
SHORT ROUND is a ten-year-old Chinese kid wearing a

beat-up American baseball cap.

Sneaking into the club, Short Round weaves past the fancy

gowns and silk suits, heading toward the music in the main

ballroom.

INT. THE BALLROOM

Short Round enters and stares across the smoky nightclub. On

the stage, he sees a giant paper-mâché dragon laying curled

around the pagoda.

Now, the dragon's eyes light up, its nostrils exhale smoke

and its enormous jaws open. Out of the dragon's mouth walks

the star of the stage show:

WILLIE SCOTT, a dreamy beauty singing a sultry solo while

the orchestra wails the accompaniment.

But Short Round's not here to ogle crooning dames. He surveys

the rich Chinese, American and European revelers. Jewels

flash and champagne flows. Short Round finally spots a table

of somber-looking Chinese men in suits.

Short Round chews gum and stares at the men. Then he turns

to go. WU HAN, a waiter with a scar across his cheek, watches

Short Round leave.

INT. CLUB ENTRANCE

As Short Round hurries toward the exit, he bumps into a man

in a tuxedo entering the club. Short Round looks up at the

man, but we don't see his face.

Then Short Round is grabbed by the scruff of his neck and a

doorman hustles him out the door, Short Round yelling insults

all the way.

A maitre d' apologizes to the man in the tuxedo and two hat-

check girls smile at him familiarly as he continues into the

ballroom. We notice something incongruous: the man in the

tuxedo is wearing work boots caked with mud.

INT. THE BALLROOM

The man in the tuxedo stops to watch Willie Scott singing

sexily on the stage. Then he looks around and sees the table

of somber Chinese men that Short Round spotted earlier.

As the man in the tuxedo walks toward the table, he removes

a cigarette from a silver case. He arrives at the table just

as the chorus and orchestra reach a crescendo --

And on the stage, a glistening, muscular slave swings a huge

hammer toward an enormous brass gong --

The man in the tuxedo leans to receive a light from a

cigarette-girl and, as the GONG BOOMS, the match flares to

reveal his face for the first time:

It's INDIANA JONES. Elegant in a tuxedo -- dressed to kill.

The TITLES END and over this a legend appears on the screen:

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