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Marion falls backwards, away from the flames, but before she hits the ground, Indy is there, catching her in his arms. They embrace. They kiss. They break.
INDY
Hi.
MARION Oh, Indy! Thank god you’re here.
INDY Glad I could make it.
Indy rises, pulling her up with him. The Tabernacle is burning away so fast that soon Indy and Marion will be completely exposed. Indy rushes over and grabs the submachine gun and a Luger from the dead Nazi.
INDY Let’s get out of here.
MARION What about the Ark?
Indy stops, startled by her spunky attitude. He’s considering their chances.
INDY
Are you game?
MARION Hell yes! We’ve made it this far.
INDY (grins at her) Okay. Let’s do it.
They approach the altar through the dying flames, Indy slinging the submachine gun over his back. The long carrying poles are still in place.
INDY Whatever you do, don’t touch it. Let’s put it on the floor.
Marion nods. Each taking an end with the poles, they lift the Ark from the altar and lower it to the floor. Marion grunts under the weight. Indy registers this, hands her the submachine gun. He pulls out his whip, motions her back, and sweeps the whip tightly around the body of the Ark. The fall wraps snugly around the plaiting and Indy ties it off. The Ark is now harnessed to the whip handle.
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