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Posted by the Fiddler from sprintcache3.micron.net on December 06, 1999 at 06:18:03:

In Reply to: Webley and the Temple of Doom chapter 2(Introducing Fiddler) posted by Short Round on December 02, 1999 at 18:35:17:

: The BMW races past the entrance to the nightclub as Jerico and his man rush out and jump into two black sedans. The sedans screech off in pursuit of the BMW. As Short Round eagerly swerves around a corner, Tessa holds on for dear life. Webley suddenly puts his hand down the front of Willie's dress --
: "Listen, I just met you for crissake! I'm not that kind of girl!" Tessa whines.
: "Don't get your hopes up -- where's the antidote?"
: Webley withdraws his hand, having finally found the vial. He opens is quickly, tips the vial to his lips and grimaces as he swallows the stuff.
: "Bottom's up!" He comments.
: "You don't look very good. I hope you choke bastard!" Tessa whines again.
: "Poison never agrees with me." Webley gives a lopsided grin.
: "Hey babe, you'll find this guy hilarious believe me!" Shorty chuckles.
: "Pull a right, Short Round, and head for the Lady Weighs Wan Ton Poo bridge!"
: ìCheck! Gotcha dude!î Shorty replies
: As the car accelerates, Webley peers out the back window at their pursuers. Tessa notices her reflection in the side window
: ìLook at what you've done to me! I'm a mess! My lipstick's smeared, I broke two nails, I've got an awful run in my stocking!î
: ìShut up!î Webley and Shorty yell in unison.
: Gunfire suddenly explodes, bullets whizz through the canvas top and the rear window shatters and sprays glass! Tessa ducks and cringes terrified in the corner
: ìSomehow I think you've got bigger problems.î Webley comments.
: Webley grabs his shoulder bag and pulls a pistol out of it. He pokes the gun through the broken window and starts firing back at their pursuers. Then he turns and looks ahead.
: ìThere, Shorty! Through the tunnel!î
: Through the windows we see the car racing into a tunnel. Lights from the pursuing cars flash through the rear window and gunfire echoes in the tunnel. What're we going to do?! Where're we going?!î Tessa screeches.
: ìThe airport...No, look out, Short Round! Left, left!î
: Webley reaches over the front seat and helps Short Round navigate. The BMW tears around the square, followed by Jerico's two sedans. People on the street dive for cover. Coolies pulling rickshaws go into hyperjov. Lanterns spanning the street crash down and are dragged behind the BMW. Bullets explode and amazed prostitutes watch the cars zoom past. The chaotic chase continues -- bullets whine past and the shredded convertible top whips in the wind.
: ìYou got the tickets, Short Round?î Webley yells.
: ìSure, Webley - three tickets! You, me and Brett!î
: Shorty throws an envelope back and Webley looks at the three tickets.
: ìBrett's not coming, Shorty.î Webley puts his head down sadly.
: Unaware of what happened at the club, Short Round thinks a moment.
: ìDon't worry, Webley, dude. Iím your number one little buddy now!î
: Tessa reaches for the extra ticket.
: ìI'll take the extra ticket.î Tessa grabs the ticket from Webley. ìWhere's this plane going anyway?î
: ìSiam, babe.î Webley replies with a flirty grin.
: ìSiam? But I'm not dressed for Siam...î Tessa complains.
: ìBabe, you donít even know where Siam is so donít complain! Itís like living with a parrot talking to you!î Shorty rolls his eyes.

: Leaving behind the squalid port, the BMW flies along the highway through the trees. In a moment, Jerico's two sedans race by.
: The BMW swings around a curve and skids through gravel toward the airfield. In the distance there is a small terminal but Short Round wheels the car toward the cargo area. A two-engine plane is revving its motors and the last passengers are boarding. The BMW squeals to a stop and Webley jumps out with Tessa and Short Round right on his heels. A contingent of airport Military Police move to bar their way until Fiddler, a cool American guy, runs up puffing and shouting.
: ìNo, no, they're all right! Let them through please.î Fiddlerís cool and deep voice shouts out.
: ìThanks, Fiddler.î Webley flips Fiddler the Paint Shop Pro 1985 Version bootleg CD he promised him.
: ìDr. Webley and the annoying Shorty, this is positively the last time our airline can hold a plane for you. Now you must hurry!î Fiddler shouts like a grouch. While Short Round grabs a small bag out of the car, Fiddler and a stewardess take their tickets and rush them all toward the air- plane. Meanwhile, the two sedans skid to a stop and Jerico and his brother Kao Kan jumps out with their henchmen. The puzzled military police advance on them suspiciously. Realizing he's outnumbered, Jerico instructs his men to stay back and to put away their weapons.
: Tessa and Short Round charge up the ladder and onto the plane. Webley pauses at the top of the steps to give Jerico a cocky farewell salute.
: ìHahaha!î Webley laughs. ìNice try Jerico!î
: As Webley closes the door, it is painted with the red letters
: ìIndiana Jerico.î
: ìGoodbye Doctor Webley! Haha!î Jerico gives the pilot a signal.

: The plane starts taxiing. By the cars, Jerico is buffeted by the prop wash as he watches the plane roll away. Behind Jerico, his bro, Kao Kan, stares at the plane taking off. The plane lifts off the airfield, silhouetted against the clouds and the first light of dawn.

: - - -

: The sun flashes above the horizon and the plane banks through white billowing clouds at it heads west.
: A door opens at the rear of the plane and Webley exits wearing more familiar attire: a beat-up leather jacket which was distressed by Indiana John to make him look like he was on more adventures over a khaki shirt and a Fedora. He passes Tessa as he moves towards a haystack in the poultry plane. Carrying his rolled-up tuzedo. Tessa is busy fixing her make-up. Shorty sits on a haystak across from her. Webley comes up and drops his tuxedo onto the floor. Tessa sees him hook his coiled bullwhip over a coat-peg.
: ìSo, what're you supposed to be, a lion tamer?î She yells over the engine. ìSince I was nice enough to let you tag along, why don't you give your mouth a rest? Okay, doll?î Webley sits down on a haystack.
: Webley pats her leg. She removes his hand and reaches down and picks up his tuxedo coat. She slips it on.
: ìI'm freezing. What do you mean, tag along? From the minute you walked into that nightclub, you haven't been able to keep your eyes off me.î Shorty and Webley roll their eyes.
: ìOh yeah?î He smiles and tips his hat down over his eyes to go to sleep. Shorty admires his buddyís attitude and just rolls over to go to sleep as well...

: At the same moment, the Chinese co-pilot tips his hat up off his eyes.
: He exclaims in Chinese ñ
: ì(subtitled) Letís jump right now!î
: ì(subtitled) Let out the fuel!î The pilot chuckles.
: They get up and leave the cockpit with their parachutes. When opening up the door to the plane, the wind comes in waking up Tessa. She wakes up to see the two pilots jumping out of the plane!
: Tessa starts to panic and runs to the cockpit. She opens the door to the cockpit
: ìNobody's flying the plane!î She exclaims.
: Tessa sees a parachuts laying on the floor and runs to it. Shorty grabs the parachute and wrestles over it with Tessa.
: ìGive me that parachute, I changed my mind!î
: ìNo, this last one! It's for Webley, babe!î Shorty says through gritted teeth.
: They scuffle until the parachute skids across the floor. Short Round jumps for it! The parachute falls out the door and Short Round starts to fall out after it! Tessa grabs him by the seat of his pants and hauls him back from the abyss! Tessa tries to wake Indy again.
: ìMister, mister, wake up please-ì Tessa starts to shake him.
: ìYou call him doctor Webley, babe!î Shorty exclaims.
: ìDoctor Webley, Doctor, Webley!î Tessa starts to chant.
: Webley wakes up.
: ìWe there already? Good.î A groggy Webley replies.
: Tessa grabs Webley and brings him up to the cockpit.
: ìNo oneís flying the plane!î Tessa exclaims to Indy.
: ìOh no!î
: ìYou know how to fly?î
: Webley surveys the control panels, the myraid of dials and switches
: ìNo.î Webley then hopefully replies. ìDo you?
: ìHow hard can it be?î Webley starts toggling the switches. ìAltimeter, on. Fuel, fuel, fuel!î
: Webley starts hitting the fuel light. Suddenly the engine goes. Him and Tessa look out the window as Tessa starts to hyperventilate.
: ìWebley, dude!î Shortyís voice echoes from behind.
: ìShorty!î Webley yells back.
: ìDude! No more parachutes!î
: ìShorty get over here!î
: Webley runs to a crate with Shorty. He takes out a raft.
: ìShorty help me this.î He growls.
: ìWebley youíre crazy!î
: Tessa, still in the cockpit notices a mountain peak not far from them. She points it out when suddenly the wheels brush it by inches!
: ìShorty, get our stuff!î Webley commands.
: Shorty goes and grabs the clothes.
: ìTessa, come here!î
: Webley gestures Tessa on over. Tessa gets behind Shorty and Webley.
: ìWeíre not sinking, weíre crashing! AAAAHHHî
: Tessaís ear-piercing shriek sounds throughout the plane.
: Shorty, being squished between both of them, complains.
: ìHey! I canít breath!î
: Webley clutches the folded lift raft in front of him and surveys the mountainside rushing close beneath the crashing airplane. Finally, an instant before the plane will hit, Webley dives and pulls the inflation cord!31.
: As the plane screams out of control toward the mountain, skimming the rocky snow-covered slopes, we see the lift raft spilling out the open door -- The raft pops into its full shape, acting now as a spoiler, soaring against the rushing wind and finally crashing and bouncing against the snowy mountainside. In the distance, we see the plane finally kiss the earth and explode in a cloud of flame against a rocky escarpment. Metal and earth mushrooming in a million directions!

: As the raft rockets down the snow, Webley clutches the front and Tessa and Short Round hold on for dear life on either side of him. The raft plummets down the mountain, crossing the timber-line and entering a forest. Bouncing over a snow-hidden log, the raft shoots directly for a tree ñ Webley pulls on the perimeter rope, rolls on his side and manages to swerve the raft so it caroms off the snow-drifted side of the tree trunk. Continuing its downhill run, the raft smashes across a small steam, sending silvery water spraying. As the raft skids below the snow-level, it starts bouncing over rocky ground and its three passengers' teeth start chattering.

: The yellow raft crashes through a tangle of bushes and then plummets toward a bluff! The raft goes airborne over a small bluff and lands with a splash in a slow-moving river.

: The life raft drifts down the river and Webley looks around and smiles cockily at Tessa and Short Round. Their faces don't show gratitude, but horror. Webley hears something and turns to see: The raft is heading directly toward a surging stretch of treacherous rapids. Webley looks less cocky as he and Tessa and Short Round hold on again for dear life! The raft plunges into the roaring torrent, bouncing over rock-swollen waves, twisting and spinning through narrow gaps. The three helpless passengers are drenched in the thundering cascades of white water. Tessa is hallering, Short Round hangs on wide-eyed and even Indy looks terrified as the raft crashes down the rapids. Finally, after one heart-stopping bounce, the raft seems to slow.

: The raft drifts out of the main part of the river and glides toward a clearing. Its three soaked and bedraggled passengers lie motionless in the bottom. Webley's hand drags alongside the raft, his fingers leaving a trail in the almost still water. Battered and exhausted, but always Webley's "bodyguard", Shorty looks over at him worriedly.
: ìWebí?î Shorty says in a drowsy tone.
: ìOkay, Shorty. It seams the animal stopped screeching.î Webley gestures toward Tessa. Webley looks over at Willie who is moaning.
: ìYou all right?î
: ìNo... I'm not cut out for the kind of life you lead. I wanna go home!î Tessa starts to whine again. Shorty and Webley exchange glances and roll their eyes.
: Tessa moans. ìOh no...I ripped my dress. Where are we anyway?î
: The raft floats to a gentle stop -- we see it nudge against a pair of dark feet. Webley squints up into the sun and sees something.
: ìIndia...î

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