Potted Palm in the Ballroom

A tall potted palm anchors one corner of Lao Che's opulent nightclub ballroom, its broad fronds quivering under gunfire. Indiana Jones drops behind it for cover as Lao Che's gunmen advance, bullets snapping through thickening smoke. He shouts at Willie Scott to hold the antidote vial and stay put while patrons scream and scatter. The plant offers fleeting protection in the chaos, leaves rustling with each desperate shift.