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- Okay, Boan, how much you got here?

About 1800.

- 1800?

What's going on?

There's Bagley.

- Hey, Mr. Bagley.

Something haywire.

They only loaded me enough pipe to push one test hole.

Less than 2,000 feet.

- Yeah, that'll be enough.

- Are you kidding?

On Huangatan, we didn't come until we were past 26,000 feet.

- Well, you take my word, fellas.

This whole proves out within 2,000,

or it's a write off.

- How are you this evening?

- All right.

- The barometer's still falling.

That's a lousy forecast all right.

My advice is we stay here in Surabaya another 48 hours.

- Hell with the weather.

Every hour we delay it gives Shell or Exxon

a chance of beating us to the island.

- I thought we were the only ones...

- Captain, we'll sail right away.

- You'll be sorry.

All right, Mr. Carnahan,

we're ready to let go.

Standby fore and aft.

- Okay, fellas, roll that gangway ashore.

Let it go.

- Roy.

- Fred.

Well,

here's to the big one.

Mayday.

Mayday.

Mayday.

- You know, for someone reason I'm reminded of Amsterdam.

You ever eat a raw herring,

with a beer chaser,

and a scoop of ice cream?

Captain here?

I picked up a mayday call, sir.

Low power signal.

It faded before I could get a fix on the vessel.

- Check the Singapore center.

Keep listening, and let me know if you get anything.

Aye, aye, sir.

- Like you said,

"To hell with the weather."

Look, Wilson, we can get out of this dump

by backtracking around Timor Island.

The only hitch is it costs us a couple of days.

- Keep on course, Captain, I'm fine.

- You know, I gotta admit for a New York desk guy,

you got a lot of guts.

- Guts, Hal.

I sold this one to the board.

If that island doesn't produce huge,

I'll be wiping Windshields.

Men.

Carnahan.

Bagley, Perco.

I need to talk to you about this plan, Joe.

- I'd have told you earlier,

but I couldn't risk anyone talking

until we were on the high seas.

Men,

we may be sailing into the history books.

Hit the lights.

I believe we're headed for the biggest oil strike ever

right here in the magic circle.

- That's magic, all right.

We're supposed to find oil

under 2,000 fathoms of the deep blue sea?

- That's what the charts put there, Sunfish.

That's right, just deep blue sea.

Now let's take a look at a low angle photo of the area.

This was taken in 1943.

We dug it out of Navy files.

This wake was left by the ship that took the photograph.

As the charts say, no sign of land.

Just a fog bank you wouldn't look at twice.

Let's look at another picture.

This is taken from precisely the same camera angle,

same area of ocean, same fog bank.

This picture was taken two weeks ago

35 years later.

A bank of fog that doesn't change

a wisp in 35 years, fantastic.

Still nothing for us to explore

except for one reason.

A NASA spy satellite went way off course

and photographed it by mistake.

I personally got hold of the super-classified pictures

via a donation I made to someone in Washington D. C.

No names,

but, I think, he lives on Pennsylvania Avenue.

All right, okay.

All right, fellas, come on.

Roy Bagley, would you take over

and let's science make the point?

Yes, sir.

- Roy. - Thank you.

Now.

Now,

that satellite was supposed to be analyzing exhaust gas

from a Chi-Comm missile test.

So it was loaded with two special kinds of film.

No, first the inferred.

I'm sorry.

Here we are, now,

the different colors

represent different surface temperatures.

- You mean there's land behind that fog?

- Correct, Joe,

an island, hidden by a perpetual fog bank,

never seen by human eye,

nor walked by human foot, huh?

The inferred patterns

aren't like any I've ever seen.

Even more surprising though

is what the spectrograph picked up.

Uh-huh, now,

chemical composition

of our mysterious low fog bank,

free hydrocarbon radicals,

excess nitrogen,

carbon dioxide far above normal, not poisonous,

but very damn curious.

See this has to be caused

by vapors seeping up through the ground.

My guess is vapors seeping up from petroleum deposits.

- Guess, hell!

That island is the tip of a huge underground tank

just waiting for us to twist the cap off.

I'm betting everything I've got on it.

- I'll take 50 cents of that.

There are all kinds of things

that might account for the excess C02.

For example, one would be animal respiration.

- Turn the lights on.

What? - Where'd you come from?

- Animal breathing.

Animal?

Are you crazy?

- And I'm not so sure that human feet

have never walked the island before.

You see in 1605,

Fernando De Queres was blown south from Tenotang.

He wrote in his log of piercing the white veil,

that's obviously the cloud bank,

and landing on the beach of the skull

where he heard the roar greatest beast.

The rest of that log entry, unfortunately,

was suppressed by the holy office in Rome.

- Who are you?

- In 1749,

a water logged lifeboat was found in the same area.

It was empty,

but drawn in blood on the thwart

was a likeness of some huge slouchy,

humanoid thing,

and this strange warning.

"From thy wedding with the creature who touches heaven,

"lady, God preserve thee."

I also heard of a note in a bottle written by

a dying Japanese submariner in 1944.

I haven't been able to track that one down yet.

- What the hell are you talking about?

Who is this joker?

- Beats me. - Well, he's wearing

one of your crew jerseys!

- Take it easy, take it easy.

I'll pay any fair amount for my passage.

- You're a stowaway?

- No, Jack Prescott.

I'm from Princeton

Department of Primate Paleontology.

- Department of...

You lying hippie!

You're from another oil company!

How did you know about this?

All right, men, the meeting is over.

That's it wrap it up, man.

The man's got one of our T-shirts.

You issue a T-shirt a keep a record

of everybody's that's got it.

All right, where'd you get it?

This doesn't mean a thing.

Gulf or Exxon could fix you a fake passport.

For the last time who the hell are you?

- I am Jack Prescott.

Now look...

I admit I'm interested in your island.

It's got nothing to do with oil.

I'm a paleontologist professor.

- You're not even a good liar.

There's no way that you could have found out in Surabaya

where we were headed. - You bought charts!

- Come on, Jack, don't make me get rough.

Who'd you pay off in Washington?

The crooked son of a bitch.

- Look.

They hadn't sold charts for this area in years.

When a friend of mine tipped me,

I figured I'd take my chances.

Now that is the truth.

- You know, he's right.

I did pick up some charts in Surabaya.

- So what, he guessed that.

Take this lousy spy below

till he's hungry enough

to stop spouting ape shit.

Leave this sandwich here.

Get him out of here.

- Let's go.

Come on, Amigo.

Let's go.

- Hey, look there's something out there.

Ah, come on get going!

- No, honest to God, look.

- Ah, will you quit horsing around.

Come on.

Hey, come back here.

Hey!

- Lookout, there's something about there!

- What are you talking you? - About two o'clock.

Use your glasses.

- Come back here! - Hell's wrong with you!

- Son of a bitch, it's a raft.

Is there anybody in it?

I don't know I can't see.

Wait till it gets a little closer.

Get the hooks out.

Still can't see anyone.

Give me a hand with this line.

- All stop.

- She's alive.

- All right, now gently.

- I've had first aid training, Captain.

You all clear out of here.

I'll examine her now.

- I guess, you'll have to undress her.

- Well, it's usual,

in case of internal injuries,

or multiple shock syndrome.

- Perco, get out of here.

Come on clear out fellas. - That's just sad.

- "Eye Magnate."

Beverly Hills.

Well, there's no gross signs of injuries anywhere.

- Book of matches.

C-Y-N -A-R-A.

Cynara, it sounds like a yacht.

- Sure would have to be a careless yachtsman

to lose this one overboard.

- We had that mayday call, remember?

- Uh-huh.

I guess, you can stop sweating, Fred.

Navy record's clean.

Everything checks out.

Fingerprints, the guy's kosher.

- I know just how to use him too.

The Captain believes the girl's about to come to.

She could be hysterical,

so come on follow me.

Come on, Prescott, move it.

- You think I can get a cheeseburger around here?

- You had a year of medical school

before you switched to zoology, right?

- What do you got, crystal balls?

- Jack, there's nothing I haven't checked on you.

I know the day and hour you completed your toilet training.

What we gotta figure now

is a way for you to work off your room and board.

You're pretty good with that camera of yours, right?

I've snapped a few monkeys, Fred.

- Congratulations, you're now this expedition's

official photographer.

- Hello?

Hello.

Everything's fine.

You're safe and well on an American merchant vessel.

- Where's Harry and everyone?

You mean they're gone?

- Can you remember anything?

- No.

No.

Yeah.

I was up on deck, and then I...

And then I was swimming to a star.

- To a light?

- Why not let her call it a star.

- By some miracle, ma'am,

a life raft was blown overboard near you.

It was self-inflating with an automatic flare.

- I'm Fred Wilson.

I'm in charge.

I'm afraid the yacht didn't get very far after the SOS.

RDF Singapore reports that someone has already found

a piece of charred hull.

We're sorry, ma'am.

- So am I.

Harry had discovered me.

He was gonna put me in a movie

he was making in Hong Kong.

- Dumb luck.

- You know, I guess, I really can't complain, you know.

Because when you're alone adrift in the South Pacific

and somebody just happens...

Who spotted me by the way?

That young fella over there.

- How can I ever thank you?

I'm Dwan.

D-W-A-N, Dwan that's my name.

You know, like Dawn,

except I switched two letters.

You know, to make it more memorable.

I'm a mere Jack.

- You must be kidding.

I mean how could anybody who would save my life

ever be mere to me.

- You need some rest.

- Doc, I haven't had a good one of those in years.

Are we headed back to Singapore?

- Uh, not directly, ma'am.

- I guess, it doesn't matter.

I'm in no rush.

Harry probably wouldn't have put me in that movie anyhow.

Oh, my God.

What a meaningful miracle.

Do you realize that

I owe my life to a movie?

- Is that so?

- I swear to God, you see,

Harry was showing this film that I refused to watch,

and that's why I was up on deck by myself

when the yacht exploded.

Did you ever meet anyone before

whose life was saved by "Deep Throat"?

Come on, men, let her rest.

Let her rest, come on.

- Hey.

You know, maybe my luck has changed.

- You know, something,

I always wondered how Cortes felt

when he first saw the Inca treasure.

- Actually, it wasn't Cortes.

It was Pizarro, and he died busted, Fred.

- Here we go.

Solid land, all right.

- See.

- You're looking at its profile east to west.

- Mm-hmm, typical Pacific formation looks like.

This would be the slope up from the beach,

mountainous sector here at the west.

- Let's get in closer.

What was that?

- Just a glitch.

False echo off a flock of birds maybe.

- Spot anything unusual?

- Not a thing, Jack.

- Look at the screen, Fred.

- Okay.

All those going ashore,

report to the companionway.

- Hi, there.

How do you like this for beachwear?

- Fantastic, I'm afraid you can't come ashore though.

- Hey, wait a minute!

That's not fair.

You said I could come ashore on the first boat!

- You really should wait until the recon is gone, ma'am.

- Oh, the hell I will.

Now listen, Mr. Wilson,

you want full coverage of this landing,

don't you? - Yes.

- Then you've gotta have me in it.

You know, the all-American girl,

saved from an exploding yacht by "Deep Throat".

- Hey, don't print those.

I'm a married man.

- Guaranteed the cover of People magazine.

- Print just one.

- But really, Mr. Wilson, you know, I need a break,

and after all, you do owe it to me.

- Why?

- Because I am a holder of a Petrox credit card, you know.

I really am.

Radio your computer and ask if you don't believe me.

Maybe I'm a little late on my payments,

but, after all, you're sticking me for 18% interest

plus the late charges.

- Dwan, you come ashore with us.

Captain, she'll come to shore.

- Good luck.

Soon as you get through this stuff,

get on the horn, will ya?

- Hey, Jack.

You know, maybe it's him.

- Him? - Fred Wilson.

You know, I had my horoscope done

before I flew out to Hong Kong.

- Watch your step.

- And it said that I was... - Okay, here you go.

- And it said that I was gonna cross over water

and meet the biggest person in my life.

Okay, fellas, let's go.

- Whoo!

- That's interesting.

We're in a lateral surface current

18 degrees cooler than the air.

- What does that mean?

- The fog began exactly at the edge of it.

It might lift when we come through.

- Crossing 20 fathoms.

Shallowing rapidly.

- It's thinning up ahead.

I think I hear breakers.

- Shore boat to Explorer.

It's not so much a cloud.

There's a curtain around the island.

We just broke through.

There's a landing beach dead ahead.

In two words, no problem.

Out for now.

- All right, anchor us down below.

- Let go of me, come on!

Let me get down I haven't touched ground for three weeks!

Come on!

- You gonna be surprised, go!

Hold it!

That's good!

Come on throw it behind you!

- Jack!

Jack.

I'm coming ashore.

- Okay, now wait, hold it.

All right.

Beautiful.

- Let's not get eaten alive on this island.

Bring the mosquito spray.

- At least we don't have to wonder about which way to go.

- Yeah, if we hit a stream right through there,

we'll push up it.

- You'll wanna start setting

seismic charges this morning, huh?

- Absolutely, can't tell a thing

until we map the geological structure.

- All right, everybody, move out!

Move out!

- Hey, Jack, there's a waterfall ahead.

Last one to get a drink is a rotten egg!

- Hey, now don't!

Hey!

Hey, don't go running off on anymore solos.

We'll wait here for them.

Look, just stick close by me, okay?

- Holy mother!

That looks as old as the pyramids of Egypt!

- Could be.

The only difference is the pyramids

weren't repaired six months ago.

You'll notice there's earth checking those timbers.

It'll have to be replaced after each monsoon season.

- Wait a minute, are you trying to tell me

there's people on this island?

- Yes, I am.

Once more, I'll characterize them.

Scared people.

- Scared of what?

- I don't know exactly, but whatever it is,

apparently, they thought they needed this size

to keep it out.

- Jack!

Jack.

Let me straighten you out on a couple of points.

One, this wall is an ancient ruin.

Two, the island is uninhabited.

- And three, there's an uninhabited German beer hall

in there with a mechanical band.

Come on, let's go.

Fred.

Look, down there.

Take your binoculars.

What?

- Down there that pool.

- Do you think it could be?

- Uh, the surface seems viscous.

Sure as hell could be oil.

- Sweet Jesus!

Dear Rockefeller!

Kong.

Kong.

Kong.

Kong.

Kong.

- Hey, Jack, maybe it's a wedding.

- Yeah, good guess.

You can bet it's scheduled for tonight

when the moon is full.

Kong.

Kong.

Kong.

- Where's the groom?

Kong.

Kong.

Kong.

Kong.

- You see the one in the ape mask?

Well, you might say

that's the groom's stand in.

The actual groom's on the other side of the wall.

- You mean it's bad luck

if they see each other before the wedding.

- It's ghastly luck for the whole congregation.

- Oh, Christ!

Jack, you wanna talk for us?

- I'll try.

You shoot in the air only.

- What's he bitching about?

Can you tell?

- Only the tone.

He's probably telling us

we've contaminated their magic.

No!

Now remember in the air.

- What, what is it, what?

- He wants to make a deal.

Six of them for Dwan.

- Come on.

- Jack, can you tell him that I like him too,

but not that way.

- No!

- In the air now!

- You're gonna have trouble with the chief.

- I will buy the chief.

We'll get him to put his thumbprint on a treaty.

What we got on board that those wogs would go for?

- Binoculars, radios, pots and pans.

Christ, we got all sorts of shiny junk.

- This is no longer the 19th century.

You can't just walk in and grab their island.

- Thanks, Jack, I'll check that with the U.N.

In the meantime, phase one.

We scare them into the boondocks

with a 4th of July number.

Phase two, your men ready to set the charges

for the seismograph? - Yeah, they're ready.

- Kong!

"Kong, Kong, Kong!"

You heard him chant that.

He exists.

You saw the wall, right?

Now the hell do you think they're planning

to give that girl to?

- It's some nutty religion.

A priest gets dressed up like an ape and gets laid.

All right, look, we're humor Jack here.

Take plenty of TNT when you go inland.

Any sign of a monkey bigger than four feet,

send it bang, bang.

- You wouldn't.

- Bet me.

- No, no, no.

Even an environmental rapist like you,

even you, wouldn't be asshole enough

to wipe out a unique new species of animal.

Fred, the kids would burn Petrox gas station

from Maine to California.

- He could be right.

- Kong, Kong, Kong.

- Hey, Jack, what are you doing.

Getting ready to steal a boat.

- Seriously?

- Yeah, soon as I swipe some more supplies.

I'm going on a camera hunt in the interior.

- Hey, that sounds dangerous.

- I'll tell you, babe,

it's a chance that comes once in a lifetime.

You grab it or you're dead meat.

- Hey, Jack.

You know, you really shouldn't go ashore tonight.

It's not a good night for Aries like you.

- How'd you know I was an Aries?

- By the shape of your ears.

All right, so I asked Fred Wilson.

He knows everything about you.

But, really I wish you wouldn't go ashore tonight.

- You think it'd be better to watch

some old movie with the crew.

Well, no, of course not.

- There's nothing else to do on this ship.

- Well, use your imagination.

- Eighty times around the deck is a mile.

We could job.

I guess, my, uh,

camera hunt can wait a couple of hours.

Excuse me, and I'll just finish stealing in the galley.

Say, you'll disappoint me if you're here when I get back.

- What do you mean you'll be disappointed?

- Well, I was hoping you'd be waiting for me in your cabin.

- Here you are, son.

Get it out right away.

- All right, Mr. Wilson.

- All right.

- Listen I said that pool might be oil.

We can't be sure until I get a sample and test it.

- Roy, think positive.

Guys who think negative

don't get very high up the Petrox tower.

- It has to be the biggest ever.

"No problems at all.“

Well, you're the boss.

- Don't worry about it, Roy.

Kong, Kong, Kong...

- Give me a hand with the flank.

Tie boat!

Kong, Kong...

- Help!

No!

Help!

Help me!

No.

No.

No!

No!

- We're too late!

Shut off the show!

- Fourth of July!

Help him with that bolt!

Cover the gate.

- All right, ready your weapons.

- Hit your lights.

Get on the other side!

I'm a pull!

Come on heave!

- All right, men, open that gate!

- If he's still out there,

the lights will hold him back.

Don't shoot.

Come on pull!

- Pull! - Pull!

Pull.

Come on!

- He's taken her.

- Someone's taken her.

- Who the hell do you think went through there?

Some guy in an ape suit?

You all right?

- Just fell in a Goddamn hole.

- No you didn't.

- What do you mean I didn't?

Look at me.

- You're not in a hole.

That's a footprint.

- Carnahan to Beach Green.

I reckon we've gone a little over two miles,

and there's still no sign of her at all.

I guess, that's better than finding blood or remains.

- Unless he's gobbled her down completely.

- Jesus, give me that thing.

Look, I've told you most jungle apes eat only fruit.

- Most jungle apes don't have a size 90-foot!

- Look the men have had it.

I'm gonna pitch camp at the first level ground.

- What are you a bunch of old ladies?

Come on, we're getting our second wind.

Let's get going.

- That's it, Jack, keep them moving!

- No, I suppose Carnahan's right.

It makes more sense to stop until dawn.

- All right, Carnahan.

Pitch camp you know the drill.

- Yes, sir, we'll plant seismic charges

for mapping purposes.

Then we'll fire rockets...

- Right, right, right.

Right, right!

- Say, there's gonna be somebody

on that radar all night, isn't there?

- Any large furry blip seen moving in your direction,

you will know.

Sweet dreams and out.

Roger.

- That footprint I fell into measured out

at six-foot, four inches.

If that were for real,

how high would that make him?

- Well, multiplied by about eight, I guess.

He'd make a hell of a commercial, wouldn't he?

You know, "The battles we at Petrox fight

"to fill your gas tank."

Blah, blah, blah.

- If he's not gonna eat her,

why did he take her?

- Apes are highly territorial.

He's probably gonna take her to his turf.

- What for?

Joe and the guys said that you said

the ape was gonna marry her.

Is that some kind of joke,

or did you really mean this huge ape...

- I don't know, Carnahan!

God, I'm as ignorant as you are about this.

Quit asking me so many dumb questions, will ya?

- I can't heights!

Honest, I can't.

When I was 10 years old

they took me up in the Empire State building,

and I got sick in the elevator.

No.

Put me down!

You put me down!

You put me down.

Put me down.

Please put me down.

Will you Goddamn chauvinist pig ape!

What are you waiting for?

You wanna eat me!

Then go ahead!

Do it!

Go ahead and eat me!

Go ahead and choke on me!

Oh, I didn't mean that.

Honest, I didn't.

Sometimes I get too physical.

It's a sign of insecurity, you know,

like when you knock down trees.

Such a nice ape.

Such a nice sweet,

nice sweet, sweet monkey.

You know we're gonna be great friends.

I'm a Libra.

What sign are you?

No, wait don't.

Don't tell me.

I bet you're an Aries, aren't you?

Of course, you are.

I just knew it.

I think that's just wonderful.

Help me!

Help me!

- Radar reports they had him on the screen

for about 30 seconds.

3.6 kilometers west of your flare.

He was reported moving

in a random manner.

- You sure about that, huh?

He wasn't moving in our direction?

- Affirmative, random, like in a circle.

- Okay.

- Then maybe he's lost her.

She got away, and he's searching for her.

Come on, let's get a move on.

- Carnahan!

Wait a minute!

Carnahan, have you set seismic charges at that spot?

The men are doing it now, sir.

- Don't move until it's finished!

That's an order.

- He's nuts.

Listen, there is a girl out there

who might be running for her life

from some gigantic turned on ape!

- Jack, I know how you feel.

I feel the same.

There's a national energy crisis

which demands that we all rise

above our private selfish interest.

- You hypocritical, bastard.

All you're thinking about is your stock options.

- Save your wind prop he signed off.

- Come on, let's get going.

- I ain't busting my ass for no white company, white man.

- Oh, okay, take your time.

Who gives a shit that radar has got the ape

headed in our direction.

- Thank you.

Yes, Roy.

Well, Fred.

I finished testing the samples from that pool.

It'll be real grade oil.

- Son of a bitch!

- "Fred Wilson is crazy," is he?

Wait till those candy asses in New York hear about this one!

Wait till I put the screws to them.

I'll grind them.

- Like I said it will be real grade oil

as soon as Mother Nature finishes

cooking it a little longer.

A bit more aging.

- How much longer?

- Shit,

hardly a tick of the clock

as geological time goes.

Say, 10,000 years.

Till then you'd get better mileage

filling up your Cadillac with mule piss.

- Oh, my God.

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

but I did tell you.

You shouldn't have radioed 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 clear channel to Surabaya.

I wanna arrange an air drop right away.

- Okay, Jack, you go first.

- All right, come on it's solid as a rock.

- Okay, let's go.

- Stop firing!

Jack!

No!

- Boan, try to make it back.

Tell Wilson I'm going on.

Let's go!

All hands standby for recovery.

- All right, Beach Green over and out.

Charge the batteries in those spots!

- Air drop done right on target.

- Terrific, all right, move it, men!

Haul your ass!

Get that equipment up to the wall and working!

You think I'm crazy.

- You said it, Fred, not me.

- If we had found oil,

we'd have had Gulf, Shell, Exxon crawling all over here.

Not this one, pal.

Kong is all me and Petrox,

a Fred S. Wilson exclusive.

Move your ass, Shorty.

- You really think that's gonna ring the bell?

You promise oil, bring back a monkey.

- Look at that Exxon campaign.

"We'll put a tiger in your tank."

It did zillions with just a paper tiger.

Beach Green to Carnahan.

Beach Green to Carnahan report back immediately.

Do nothing to endanger Kong.

Acknowledge.

Carnahan, do you read me?

Carnahan, do you read me?

Oh, God.

Give us a hand over here.

Hey, bring some more of the big timber.

- Wilson!

Still no contact with Carnahan.

- Their radio's not working.

Don't sweat it.

- I wanna take out a search party.

- Sorry, Captain, there's not a man I can spare.

- Six of our guys are cut off in the bush,

and you're building monkey traps!

Jesus, Wilson!

You're playing with their lives!

- Don't worry about it, Captain.

Boan!

Boan!

Where's the others?

- Oh, come on, Kong.

Forget about me.

This thing's just never gonna work.

Can't you see?

No.

Oh, no.

No.

- No.

Jack!

Oh, Jack!

Jack.

- We gotta do it.

Are you ready?

- Radar update.

The monkey plodded 1800 yards

west by northwest heading 089.

Velocity 22 miles per hour.

Estimated monkey time to your position,

five minutes or less.

- Whoa, hey, throw those lights!

Everybody clear out!

Help them with that beam!

Everybody out.

Everybody!

Logan!

Logan, how you doing?

- Almost finished.

One minute more.

- Right.

- Okay, that's enough.

- All set, Mr. Bagley.

- Right, Sunfish.

You ready, Boan?

- Okay.

It's hot now.

- You sure that monkey will be able

to bust through that gate?

- Yeah, we'll pull back that bolt halfway.

- Come on.

- Jack, I can't make it.

Yes, you can.

- Right, right, right!

- Hold that gate!

Help!

Help!

Jack!

It's Prescott open the gate!

Come on!

All right, Captain.

- All right, close the bolt!

- Wilson, pull the Goddamn thing!

Dump the chloroform!

- Still wanna play?

- Dwan!

Congratulations.

- Hey, Jack.

Do I like different?

- Yeah, you shine.

- That's right.

I'm a star.

- It's all set, Jack.

Coast to coast tour we open in New York.

Lights, cameras, Kong,

and probably Nureyev and Fontaine.

I'm personally working on a deal

for Balanchine to choreograph

"The Beauty and the Beast" bit.

Hey,

any chance of you two kids getting married?

- I don't know.

This is so sudden.

- Maybe we think of some nutty way of Kong

giving away the bride.

Yeah, all right, tough to get him to do it any.

Marriage is probably an old fashioned image, huh?

- I don't know.

What do you think, Jack?

Oh, Christ!

You know after all these years,

now I'm gonna finally end up with a shrink.

I mean, how can I become a star

because of someone that was stolen off that gorgeous island

and locked up in that lousy oil tank.

- It's no someone.

It's an animal, a beast,

that tried to rape you.

- That's not true.

He risked his life to save me.

- He tried to rape you, honey,

and before you cry a lot,

you ought to ask the natives on that island

what they thought of losing Kong.

- Actually, they'll miss him a lot.

- Like leprosy.

- No, you're dead wrong.

He was a terror, the mystery of their lives,

and the magic.

A year from now that'll be an island

full of burned-out drunks.

When we took Kong, we kidnapped their God.

- God, it's scary.

It's like there's a curse on all of us.

- Dammit, I'm tired of your trying

to confuse this girl's mind!

This is her big chance and yours too!

You know, there are stars at Princeton

the same way there are in Hollywood, Jack.

You want out?

You want me to cable Harvard or Yale

and get Kong another keeper?

- Coast to coast tours, "Beauty and the Beast"?

That's a grotesque farce.

- You say the word, Jack.

Your contract is torn up.

You just tell me right now.

Right now, say it.

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.

Honey, I'll be right back.

Mission control report to the bridge on the double.

All hands report

to your duty station.

Fire detail report to the control room.

This is the captain.

Sea water pumps to full pressure.

Prepare to flood tank number four.

I'm ordering the ape drowned.

- Hey, Kong.

Here I am.

You remember me?

Remember me, your blind date.

Oh, come on, you can't have forgotten me, have you?

- Dwan, come back here!

He's gone berserk! - Jack!

Stop or I'll jump.

- Dwan, please come on.

You can't help him now.

- Jack, don't come any closer.

- Okay.

- Hey, Kong.

Why you waking up all these sleepy people.

You know, no one's gonna hurt you.

You're just going to America to be a star.

Don't flood the tank!

She fell in!

- All right.

- You're almost there, come on.

How could you go out there?

You could've...

- Jack.

Oh, I'm so glad to see you.

What's the matter you're not dressed?

- No, that right.

I was wrong when I called this thing a farce.

It's a tragedy.

I'm quitting your circus, Fred.

- You big idiot.

You signed a contract.

You took an advance.

- Oh, I just donated that in your name to SPCA fund

for sending Kong home.

- Here's your receipt.

Sue me.

- Oh, Jack, don't leave me tonight, please.

Listen my horoscope says that...

- Dwan, shut up.

I love you.

Come with me right now.

Come on, to hell with a contract.

- Go ahead.

Except I promise you.

You'll never get another booking in your life.

You'll end up tap dancing at rotary clubs.

Oh, Jack, don't you understand?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I do.

Sorry.

Stay well.

Ladies and gentlemen,

of our TV satellite audience.

You are seeing this live around the world.

Live as it is happening across the East River

from New York City.

You have even better seats than these lucky Petrox

King Kong contest winners invited here tonight.

- And thus, Beauty set foot

on a forbidden island and was seized,

and great was the fear and trembling

as beauty was lashed

to the dreadful bridal altar of the beast.

Now the earth moves.

Oh, the power!

Oh, the superpower!

Hail the power!

Hail the power of Kong!

And Petrox!

- Come on, honey, that's good.

A little better, good girl.

Get her under this way.

Come on.

Uh-huh.

- No, don't push her around he's gonna think...

- Ladies and gentlemen,

there is whatever to fear.

That is a escape proof cage,

certified by the New York government.

Come on out.

Easy.

His feet are still chained.

It's all right.

Come on.

We're in position.

- All right.

We got the Queensboro Bridge all buttoned up.

What's the situation at the Brooklyn?

- Listen, I'll sell that monkey to this bridge

before he crosses it.

- Come on there's a train coming!

Oh, my God!

- Hit the lights.

This bridge is closed to all traffic.

The vehicular roadways are aligned.

Veer off streets.

Proceed to the nearest underground shelter

and remain there.

Repeat clear all streets.

Any person found looting

may be shot without warning.

Without a warning.

- You got it, come on.

- Jack.

Buy me a drink, will ya?

Come on. - Come on.

- Buy me a drink? - Come on.

Ten more blocks and we got the key to a great apartment.

- Listen, what's the hurry?

We've put a river between us.

The bridges are mined, and apes don't swim.

Even your own book says so.

Come on please?

Please, buy me a drink?

Buy me a drink over there?

Oh, please.

- Okay.

- What's the matter?

- Deja vu.

I don't know where, but I've seen this view before.

Here.

Oh, wait.

We don't wanna get shot as looters.

Okay.

Get smashed.

- How about that nice offer you made me.

Do you still want me?

- Look.

Chinchilla it looks great on you.

- I asked you a question.

- Do you know what an associate professor earns?

- Do you think I need furs?

- Yes, I think, you need furs.

You've been through so much excitement.

It's in your blood like dope.

You're gonna need new fixes

that I'm not gonna be able to give you.

- Jack, don't be stupid.

- It's okay.

Probably some National Guardsman

ran his tank into the powerhouse.

- Do you remember that blackout they had here once,

and all the little babies that were born

exactly nine months later?

- Uh-huh.

- Well, here's to all the future

sons and daughters of King Kong.

- I'll drink to that.

- Oh, the hell with furs, Jack.

Tell me, please.

Does that nice offer you made still stand?

- Well, that depends on Kong.

I mean, he's bigger than both of us.

You know what I mean?

- Don't tease me.

I'm serious.

- Of course.

I know where I've seen that view before.

I think, we've got a chance.

Sit tight, I'm gonna make a phone call.

- Hey, keep it down everyone.

- What do you think?

Is he flipped out or isn't he?

- Hello.

Hello.

- Excuse me, professor.

Yes, yes.

- You say you know where Kong is headed.

- Yes, I do.

It's a place where you can trap him without danger.

Now can you get a couple of big helicopters

and some steel blasting nets to drop on top of him?

- Sure, no problem.

Good.

- Where is he headed, Professor Prescott?

- We deal for that.

You promise to capture him without injury.

Then I'll tell you where.

Dammit, do we have a deal?

- Yes, professor, we have a deal.

Where is Kong headed?

- There's one place in Manhattan that looks exactly

like a certain part of his native habitat.

Let him through to it,

and you can track him there.

Let him climb to the top of the World Trade Center.

No.

Jack!

- He's coming down Fifth Avenue right on schedule.

Almost to 42nd Street.

Power's back on.

Keep it quiet.

Get in the shadows.

- No.

- Hold on!

Close your eyes!

The helicopters are coming to net him.

Ready your position light.

Light when you're ready.

- Come on.

- Don't.

- What the hell are those men doing up there?

Didn't they get my orders?

- Yeah!

Yeah!

Dirty rotten bastards.

- He's still got the girl.

Follow me into a real tight holding pattern

about 50 feet above him.

- No.

- No, don't put me down!

Don't put me down!

Please.

Hold onto me, hold.

No, don't leave me,

or they'll kill you!

Please.

- Now.

- Oh, no!

Oh, God.

No!

- Wait!

- No.

Hold on to me.

Please don't let me go!

God!

Don't kill him!

Don't kill him!

- Assholes.

- Kong!

- Move please.

No, Dwan!

Dwan!

Dwan! - Jack!

Jack!

Please, Jack!

- My dear, are you all right?

We'd better get a picture.

- No!

Jack!

Jack!

Jack!

Jack.

Jack.