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ARAB BARTENDER The gentleman in the corner sent it. He would like you to join him.
INDY (doesn’t even look) Too bad. I’m drinking alone.
(MORE) The Arab Bartender does a take, looking at the three, tough GERMAN HENCHMEN who have surrounded Indy from out of the smoke, their hands stuffed in bulging trenchcoat pockets. Indy notices them now with a bleary glance. He decides he’s in no shape to kill or be killed and moves with them across the room, taking his bottle with him. The Arab patrons take this in and mind their own business. The occupant of the smoke-shrouded corner table becomes visible only as Indy reaches there: it is Emile Belloq. He is drinking wine.
INDY
Belloq
BELLOQ Good evening, Dr. Jones.
INDY I ought to kill you right now.
BELLOQ It was not I who brought the girl into this dirty business.
Indy knows its true; that’s what’s tearing him up.
BELLOQ Sit down, please, before you fall down. We can behave as civilized people. I’m afraid it will be your last opportunity.
Indy sits, glancing at the German Henchmen, who settle nearby, just out of earshot.
INDY Not a very private place for a murder.
BELLOQ (looking around)
These Arabs will not interfere in the white man’s business. They do not care if we kill each other off.
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