King Kong Page #3

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Give me that thing.

Mostjungle apes eat only fruit.

Mostjungle apes don't have

a size-90 foot.

The men have had it.

I'm going to pitch camp.

Are you a bunch of old ladies?

Come on.

Keep moving.

Carnahan's right.

It makes more sense to stop.

All right, Carnahan.

You know the drill.

We'll plant seismic charges

for mapping and fire rockets...

-Right, right!

-Will somebody be on the radar?

Any large, furry blimp seen moving

in your direction, you'll know.

That footprint measured 6.4 feet.

If that were for real.

How high would that make him?

Multiplied by about eight, I guess.

He'd make a hell of a commercial.

"The battles we at Petrox fight

to fill your tank."

If he's not going to eat her,

why did he take her?

Apes are very territorial.

He'll probably take her to his turf.

What for?

Joe said you said that the ape

was going to marry her.

-Is that some kind ofjoke or...

-I don't know, Carnahan!

I'm as ignorant as you. Quit asking

me so many dumb questions.

I can't stand heights.

Honest I can't. When I was ten I got

sick in the Empire State Building.

Put me down!

You put me down!

You put me down!

Put me down.

Please put me down.

You Goddamn chauvinist pig ape!

What are you waiting for?

You wanna eat me?

Then go ahaed! Do it!

Go ahead and eat me!

Go ahead! Choke on me!

I didn't mean that.

Sometimes I get too physical.

It's a sign of insecurity,

like when you knock down trees.

Such a nice ape.

Such a nice, sweet monkey.

We're going to be great friends.

I'm a Libra, what sign are you?

No, don't tell me.

I'll bet you're an Aries.

Of course you are.

I think that's just wonderful.

Help me!

Help me!

Radar had him on the screen.

He moved in a random manner.

-Not in our direction?

-Affirmative. Random. Like a circle.

Maybe he's lost her. She got away

and he's searching for her.

Carnahan! Wait a minute!

-Have you set seismic charges?

-The men are doing it now.

-Don't move until it's finished.

-He's nuts.

The girl might be running for her life

from a gigantic turned-on ape.

I know how you feel.

But there's an energy crisis.

We must all rise above

our self-interests.

-You hypocritical bastard...

-Save your wind, he's signed off.

Let's get going.

I ain't busting my ass for no whites.

OK. Who gives a sh*t that

the ape's headed in our direction?

-There's Roy.

-Well, Fred...

I finished testing the samples

from that pool.

-It'll be real great oil!

-Son of a b*tch!

Fred Wilson is crazy, is he?

Wait till those candy-asses

in New York hear about this.

-I'll grind them...

-Like I said, it will be great oil.

As soon as Mother Nature

finishes cooking it a little longer.

How much longer?

Hardly a tick of clock, in geological

terms. Say 10,000 years.

Till then you'd get better mileage

filling your Cadillac with mule piss.

Oh, my God!

I hate to kick a fella when he's dead,

but I told you.

You shouldn't have told New York

you were bringing in the big one.

The big one. Jesus!

Who says I ain't gonna?

Wilson to Explorer.

Get me a channel to Surabaya,

I want an engineer drop.

OK, Jack, you go first.

-Come on, it's solid as a rock.

-OK, let's go.

-Stop firing!

-Jack!

Boan! Try to make it back.

I'm going on.

AII hands, stand by for recovery.

-Over and out.

-Recharge the batteries.

-Air drop done, right on target.

-Perfect. Haul your asses.

Get that equipment working.

-You think I'm crazy?

-You said it.

If I had found oil, Gulf, Shell, Exxon

would be crawling all over here.

Not this one, pal.

Kong is all me and Petrox.

A Fred S. Wilson exclusive.

Move your ass, Shorty.

You think it'll ring the bell?

Promise oil, bring back a monkey?

Look at Exxon's

"We'll Put a Tiger in Your Tank".

Beach green to Carnahan.

Report back immediately.

Do nothing to endanger Kong.

Acknowledge.

Carnahan, do you read me?

Do you read me?

Give us a hand over here.

Wilson!

Still no contact with Carnahan.

-The radio's not working. No sweat.

-I want to take out a search party.

-I can't spare any men.

-Six guys are cut off in the bush.

And you're building monkey traps.

You're playing with their lives.

Don't worry about it.

Boan!

Where's the others?

Come on, Kong, forget about me.

This is never going to work.

Can't you see?

Jack!

We've got to do it.

Are you ready?

Radar update. Monkey spotted

-heading 0-89,

veIocity 2.2 miIes per hour.

Estimated time to your position,

five minutes or Iess.

Kill the lights.

Everybody clear out!

-Logan, how are you doing?

-Almost finished. One minute more.

-That's enough.

-All set, Mr. Bagley!

-Ready, Boan?

-OK. It's hot now.

Are you sure that monkey will

be able to bust through that gate?

Pull back the bolt halfway.

-Come on.

-I can't.

Open the gate! Help!

-Help!

-Jack!

It's Prescott, open the gate.

Come on!

Close the bolt!

Wilson, blow the Goddamn thing!

Still want to play?

Dwan! Congratulations.

Hey, Jack.

Do I look different?

-Yeah, you shine.

-That's right.

-I'm a star.

-It's all set.

Coast-to-coast tour. We open in

New York. Lights, cameras, Kong!

And probably Nureyev and Fontaine.

I want Balanchine to choreograph

"The Beauty and the Beast".

Any chance of you two

getting married?

I don't know.

This is so sudden.

We could think of some nutty way

of Kong giving away the bride.

It'd be tough to get him to do it.

Probably just old-fashioned, huh?

I don't know.

What do you think, Jack?

Christ.

After all these years,

I'll finally end up with a shrink.

How can I become a star

because of someone -

-that was stolen off that gorgeous

island and locked up in that tank?

It's not someone. It's an animal

that tried to rape you.

That's not true.

He risked his life to save me.

He tried to rape you, honey.

Ask the natives what they thought

of losing Kong.

-They'll miss him a lot.

-Like leprosy.

You're dead wrong. He was the

terror, the mystery of their lives.

A year from now, the island

will be full of burned-out drunks.

When we took Kong,

we kidnapped their god.

It's like there's a curse

on all of us.

I'm tired of your trying to confuse

this girl.

This is her big chance. And yours.

There's stars at Princeton -

-just like in Hollywood. You want

me to get Kong another keeper?

Coast-to-coast tours?

"Beauty and the Beast"? It's a farce.

Just say the word and your contract

is torn up. Tell me right now.

See you opening night.

Oh, God,

I'm tired of thinking.

-The ape had the right idea.

-What's that?

Wait a minute.

I'll be right back.

AII hands on deck!

Fire detaiI,

report to the controI room.

This is the captain.

Sea water pumps to fuII pressure.

Prepare to flood tank No. 4.

I"m ordering the ape drowned.

Hey, Kong! Here I am.

Do you remember me?

Remember your blind date?

You haven't forgotten, have you?

Dwan! Come back here!

He's going berserk.

-Stop, or I'll jump.

-Dwan, please.

-You can't help him now.

-Don't come any closer.

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