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Marion clings to Indy’s arm in an energetic, very feminine way, scolding him.
MARION --Well they aren’t going to tell you, so why don’t you just forget it. I’d think you’d had enough of that damn Ark. Just put your mind on something else.
Indy stops, looking across the river, his mind occupied.
INDY Yeah, like what?
Marion makes a face, then puts her arms around his neck and plants a humdinger of a a kiss on his mouth. It goes on a while. Finally they break.
INDY It’s not the Ark...but it’ll have to do.
They move down the steps, smiling.
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INT. GOVERMENT WAREHOUSE
The Ark of the Covenant sits in a wooden crate. A wooden lid comes down and hides it from view. The lid is solidly nailed to the crate as we read the stenciled message on top--
TOP SECRET ARMY INTEL. #9906753 DO NOT OPEN!
The hammering is completed and hands shift the heavy crate onto a dolly.
THE END CREDITS ROLL AS WE SEE--
A Little Old Government Warehouseman begins pushing the crated Ark down an aisle. Soon we see that the aisle is formed by huge stacks of crates. They come in many shapes and sizes, but when it comes right down to it, they all look like the one that holds the Ark. All have markings like the message we’ve just seen. Pretty soon we’re far enough and high enough away from the Little Old Government Warehouseman to see that this is one of the biggest rooms in the world. And it is full. Crates and crates. All looking alike. All gathering dust.
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