King Kong Page #2

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There's no sign of

injuries anywhere.

C-Y-N-A-R-A. Sounds like a yacht.

-Careless yachtsman, to lose this.

-Remember that mayday call?

You can stop sweating. Navy

record's clean, it all checks out.

Fingerprints.

The guy's kosher.

I know just how to use him, too.

The girl's about to come to. She

could be hysterical, so follow me.

-Can I get a cheeseburger here?

-You went to medical school, right?

What have you got, crystal balls?

There's nothing I haven't checked.

I know the day and hour

you completed your toilet training.

Now we gotta figure a way for you

to work off your room and board.

-You're pretty good with a camera.

-I've snapped a few monkeys.

Congratulations.

You're now our official photographer.

Hello. Everything's fine.

You're safe and well

on an American merchant vessel.

Where's Harry and everyone?

-You mean they're gone?

-Do you remember anything?

No. No.

Yeah...

I was on deck and then...

-Then I was swimming to a star.

-To a light.

Let her call it a star.

The life-raft was blown over board

near you. It had an automatic flare.

I'm Fred Wilson, I'm in charge.

The yacht didn't get very far

after the SOS.

The radio reported that someone

found a piece of charred hull.

We're sorry, ma'am.

So am I.

Harry had discovered me.

He was going to put me in a movie

he was making in Hong Kong.

Dumb luck.

But I guess I really can't complain.

When you're alone adrift

in the Pacific and somebody just...

-Who spotted me, by the way?

-That young fellow.

How can I ever thank you?

I'm Dwan.

D-W-A-N. That's my name.

Like Dawn, -

-except that I switched two letters

to make it more memorable.

-I'm a mere Jack.

-You must be kidding.

How could anybody

who saved my life be mere to me?

You need some rest.

I haven't had a good one of those

in years.

-Are we headed back to Singapore?

-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!

-I owe my life to a movie.

-Is that so?

I swear to God.

Harry was showing

this film that I refused to watch.

That's why I was up on deck

when the yacht exploded.

Did you ever meet anyone whose

life was saved by "Deep Throat"?

Come on, men, let her rest.

Maybe my luck has changed.

You know something?

I always wondered how Cortes felt

when he first saw the Inca treasure.

It was Pizarro,

and he died busted.

Here we go...

Solid land all right.

This is its profile east to west.

Typical Pacific formation...

This would be the slope at the beach,

the mountainous sector at the west.

Let's get in closer.

-What was that?

-Just a glitch.

-False echo off a flock of birds.

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