I1 Investor 1
[upon receiving word that Carl Denham has hired a ship to get to a location for his picture]
What location, Carl?! You're supposed to be shooting on the back lot!
Yes, I understand that. But fellas, we're not making that film anymore. Things have changed. The script has been rewritten. Life... intervened. I've come into possession of a map. The sole surviving record of an uncharted island-- thought to exist only in myth! Until now...
I1 Investor 1
Whoa. Carl. Slow down.
I3 Investor 3
Is he asking for more money?
I2 Investor 2
He's asking us to fund a wild goose chase.
I'm talking about a primative world... never before seen by man. That's where I'll shoot my picture.
I3 Investor 3
Will there be boobies?
I3 Investor 3
Jigglies. Jiblonkas. Bazooms. In my experience, people only go to these films to observe the undraped form of the native girls.
What are you, an idiot? You think they asked DeMill if he would waste his time on nudie shots? NO! They respected the filmmaker! They showed some class! Not that you'd know what that means, you cheap lowlife! God...
I1 Investor 1
Would you step out for a moment, Carl?
[Carl leaves the room and points to a glass of water] Gimme that!
Preston You won't like it. It's non-alcoholic.
[emptying the water into a plant pot]
Preston, you have a lot to learn about the motion picture business. [he presses the glass against the door and listens intently]
I1 Investor 1
Don't get me wrong. Carl Denham's made some interesting pictures. He's had a lot of... near success.
I2 Investor 2
He's a preening self promoter. Washed up, no talent. The guy's got 'loser' written all over him.
I1 Investor 1
Look, I know his project isn't working out as well as we planned, but--
I2 Investor 2
This jumped up little turd's gonna bankrupt us!
I1 Investor 1
The animal footage has value.
I3 Investor 3
Sure. Universal are desperate for stock footage.
I2 Investor 2
Then sell it! Scrap the picture!
I1 Investor 1
(sighs)
Get him back in.
R Receptionist
Mr... Denham? [Carl and Preston have dissapeared from the waiting room]
Z Zelman
[learning that Carl has hired a ship to get to a location for his picture]
What location, Carl?! You're supposed to be shooting on the back lot!
Yes, I understand that, but fellas, we're not making that film anymore. And I'll tell you why. The story has changed. The script has been rewritten. Life... intervened. I've come into possession of a map. The sole surviving record of an uncharted island. A place that was thought to exist only in myth. Until now...
Z Zelman
Whoa, Carl, slow down.
SS Sleazy Studio Guy
Is he asking for more money?
TS Thuggish Studio Guy
He's asking us to fund a wild goose chase.
Where we're going is the only place on Earth where the geese chase us! I'm talking about a primitive world, never before seen by man. The ruins of an entire civilization. The most spectacular thing you've ever seen. That's where I'll shoot my picture. [After a moment's silence] So, any questions?
SS Sleazy Studio Guy
Will there be action?
TS Thuggish Studio Guy
Will there be mystery and drama?
SS Sleazy Studio Guy
Will there be romance?
TS Thuggish Studio Guy
Will there be danger, terror and suspense?
SS Sleazy Studio Guy
Will the island natives be friendly or hostile?
TS Thuggish Studio Guy
Depends on what?
Which side they're on, and whether or not they might turn out to be bloodthirsty savages. [after a long pause] Any other questions?
Z Zelman
Are you sure this new picture will make a lot of money at the box office?
Yes! Now, if there's nothing else...
SS Sleazy Studio Guy
[raises his hand]
Just one more question, if you don't mind my asking?
[After a moment's silence]
Go ahead.
SS Sleazy Studio Guy
Will there be breasts?
SS Sleazy Studio Guy
You know what I mean! Jigglies. Jiblonkas. Bazooms. You see, in my experience, people only go to these films to observe the undressed form of the native girls.
What are you, an idiot? You think they asked DeMille if he would waste his time on nude shots? No! They respected the filmmaker! They showed some class! Not that you'd know what that means, you cheap lowlife! [Zelman gives the thuggish studio guy an angry look] Is there anything I can do to make it up to you guys?
Z Zelman
Actually, there is. Would you step outside for a moment, Carl?
[leaves the room and points to a glass of water]
Gimme that!
Preston You won't like it. It's non-alcoholic.
[emptying the water into a plant pot]
Preston, you have a lot to learn about the motion picture business. [he presses the glass against the door and listens intently]
Z Zelman
Don't write him off, fellas. He's hot-headed, sure. But up to now, Carl Denham's made some interesting pictures; he's had a lot of... near success.
TS Thuggish Studio Guy
He's a preening self-promoter... an ambitious no-talent! The guy has "loser" written all over him.
Z Zelman
Look, I understand your disappointment –
TS Thuggish Studio Guy
He's washed up. It's all over town!
SS Sleazy Studio Guy
He can't direct. He doesn't have the smarts.
TS Thuggish Studio Guy
This jumped-up little jerk's gonna bankrupt us!
Z Zelman
The animal footage has value?
SS Sleazy Studio Guy
Sure! Universal is desperate for stock footage!
TS Thuggish Studio Guy
Then sell it! Scrap the picture! We gotta retrieve something from this debacle.
Z Zelman
[sighs]
Get him back in.
Zelman's Assistant: Mister... Denham?
[Carl and Preston have disappeared from the waiting room]
If someone were to tell you this ship was headed for Singapore, what would you say?
I would say they're full of it, Mr. Hayes. We turned southwest last night.
Gentlemen, please. We're not looking for trouble, if that's what you two are worried about.
No. You're looking for something else.
Yes, we are. We're going to find Skull Island. Find it, film it, show it to the world. For about 25 cents, you get to see the last blank space on the map.
I wouldn't be so sure of that.
Preston What do you mean? Is there something you're not telling us?
Seven years ago, me and Mr. Hayes were working our passage... on a Norwegian schooner.
We picked up a castaway. We found him in the water. He'd been drifting for days.
His ship had run aground on an island way west of Sumatra. An island hidden in fog. He spoke of a huge wall... built so long ago... that no one knew who'd made it. A wall over 200 feet high... as strong today as it was ages ago.
Preston Why did they build the wall?
Does the name "Kong" mean anything to you?
Oh, come on, guys! That's nothing but a native superstition! A legend! A myth!
Even legends, or myths, have a basis of truth. [After a moment's silence] Believe what you want. But the castaway, he spoke of a creature... neither beast nor man, but something monstrous, living behind that wall.
[unimpressed]
A lion, a tiger... or a bear, perhaps. A man-eater. That's how all these stories start.
Preston What else did he say?
Nothing. When we found him the next morning, he'd stuck a knife through his heart.
[laughing]
Mmm-hmm. Sorry, fellas, but you'll have to do better than that. Monsters belong in B-movies.
Even if you find this place, even if you go ashore with your friends and your cameras, you won't come back alive. Just as long as you understand that.
[During Kong's broadway presentation and performance]
Please remain calm, ladies and gentlemen! We now come to the climax of this savage ritual. The sacrifice of a beautiful young girl. Behold her terror as she is offered to the mighty Kong! Give a big hand, folks, for the bravest girl I have ever met; Ms. Ann Darrow!
A Actress
[The audience applauds wildly for Ann. As the reenactment of the sacrifice begins, a prop altar rises from a trapdoor in the stage carrying a blonde girl] [screams, pretending to be scared]
Save me from the beast! [Kong roars in rage. Everyone in the auditorium gasps in shock.] No! no!! Help me! No!!
[realizing this is not Ann]
Where is she?? Where's Ann?
Preston I have no idea. I heard he offered her all kinds of money and she turned him down flat.
[Scene switches, revealing that the real Ann is in another theater nearby, practicing a dance number]
Here's your story, boys! "Beauty... and the man who saved her from the beast!" Take the pictures.
[The reporters begin to take pictures. Kong roars as the flashbulbs blind his eyes, frightening and enraging the mighty ape] [Seeing Kong's mounting anger]
Oh no... [Kong begins to roar louder and thrashes around on the stage, still chained up.] We have to get these people out of here. [to the audience] Everyone needs to leave! Okay? He thinks that girl is a fake! Come on!
Denham, for once in your life, could you please tell that great big ape to be quiet?
Let him roar! It makes a swell picture. [Laughs]
TP Theater Patron
Get your own seat, buddy! You're not having mine.
[Kong's roars grow louder, and he begins to tug on his chains. The audience begins to grow nervous and worried.]
Excuse me, fellas. Coming through! Coming through, fellas!
A Actress
[Kong tugs on his chains and one of his giant wrist cuffs breaks. The audience screams. Patrons react in terror, heading for the doors]
Somebody!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!
Preston [holds one of the doors open for the panicking patrons]
GO! GO! GET OUT!!!
[As the actors on stage flee for their lives, Kong violently grabs the actress from the prop altar with his free arm]
Go! Go now!