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sacred ancestor!

WILLIE
So, what's the big deal? Let
me see it --

Qillie grabs Lao's arm and some of the precious ashes spill out
of the gold box. Stunned by this desecration of his ancestor,
Lao grabs Willie by the wrist and twists her arm --

LAO
You fool!

WILLIE
Ow, you're hurting me, you miser-
able little hood!

INDIANA
Let go of her, Lao. And give me
the antidote.

Lao just laughs evilly -- until a waiter moves up behind Lao and
the crimelord suddenly stiffens. He lets go of Willie's wrist
and raises his hands off the table. Chen stops collecting the
money and jewels.

Kao Kan tenses and Indy smiles at Wu Han, the Chinese waiter with
the scar, who is standing behind Lao. Wu Han has a towel over
his hand -- under it, he has a pistol pressed against Lao's
spine.

INDIANA (Cont'd)
(smiling at Wu Han)
I like the service here.

WILLIE
(puzzled)
Hey, he's not a waiter...

INDIANA
No, Wu Han's an old friend I
brought along.
(to Lao)
So, the game's not over. Put
the antidote on the table, Lao.

Lao carefully reaches into his pocket and puts a small glass vial
of liquid next to the cash, gold, jewels, poison and sacred box.
Indy looks relieved as he reaches for the vial of antidote --
then he hears a muffled report! And another!