Front of the Temple

Indy stumbles out of the collapsing temple into this exposed clearing ringed by dense jungle. Belloq stands triumphant with Hovitos warriors, spears leveled and faces painted for war. Sun filters through vines as Indy tosses the golden idol and his revolver at Belloq's feet, humiliation sharp in the humid air thick with threat. Warriors shout in their tongue, closing in before Indy's desperate sprint into the undergrowth.