The Son Of Kong

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Carl Denham.

Mrs. Hudson! Mrs. Hudson!

Get out! I'll have you arrested.

That's my business...

Pretending to be the gas man.

- I'm supposed to...

- The very idea.

All right, Mr. Denham. It's only me.

I am sorry, Mr. Denham. He said he was

the gas man. Had a card and everything.

Listen, Mrs. Hudson,

as long as I am rooming in your house...

if your own father comes to the door,

don't you believe a word he says.

It's a pity the people in New York

don't try and catch a few gunmen...

instead of hunting

a nice gentleman like you.

Is Mrs. Hudson there?

Oh, ho. That's the lady in the front room.

- Oh.

- Coming.

I'm from the news.

Is that so? Well, I've got news for you:

You're going to get out

of this room so fast...

- No, I'm not.

- Ladies, no riots, please.

If people don't stop getting into

my house under false pretenses...

I just want a story.

If I go back without it, I'll lose my job.

- Don't bother to pull that old line.

- You're big news, you know.

What, after a whole month?

That's time enough for New York

to forget the World War.

The War was a long way off,

but King Kong, the giant ape...

- ...was right here on the spot.

- So I've heard.

And you're the man that brought him here.

Kong is dead. But everybody's

interested in you, too, Mr. Denham.

All those people that Kong killed

and injured...

all the property owners

who are suing you for damages, and...

And the theater owners, and the men who

put money in advanced publicity, and...

Say, are you telling me?

Why don't you let him alone? He hasn't

dared leave the house for a week.

That's what I want,

the personal reaction story.

You want to know what the captor

of the late Kong...

- ...thinks about, eh?

- Yes.

I thought I had him safe.

Don't you suppose I'm sorry

for the harm he did?

I wish I'd left him on his island.

Old Kong, I'm sure paying

for what I did to you.

Mrs. Hudson, suppose we look out

and count the gentlemen in disguise...

who are waiting for me?

If I don't get out of this house

pretty soon, I'll choke.

Hey!

Aren't you going to give me a story?

All right, tell my public

that Carl Denham, the bright boy...

who was going to make a million dollars

out of King Kong, is flat broke.

Everybody in New York

is suing me for something.

The only place I haven't heard from

is the Bide-A-Wee home.

But, Mr. Denham,

my readers want to know...

There's a newsboy and a peddler

and a taxi driver out there.

I'll bet you a nickel

they're all process servers.

- There's a man coming up the steps.

- Huh?

Why, it's Charlie. Let him in.

- Hello, Charlie, what do you want?

- Captain Englehorn send you this.

- Where'd you come from?

- All time, stay on ship.

- Cook for Skipper. Easy job.

- Mm.

Tell the Skipper I'll be over at the ship

as soon as I can get out of here.

- What's matter? You scared to come out now?

- You said it. Much obliged, Charlie.

- Maybe you can get out through the basement.

- Come on. Let's try it.

Rags.

Bottles, rags.

You've got a nerve.

I got everything, lady.

And I buy everything.

Rags, bones.

Say, you fresh guy!

Mrs. Hudson.

Mr. Carl Denham.

Well, I'll be. Hello, Mickey.

- Hello.

- Have a heart, will you?

That's 15 of those things

you've slipped me.

- I'm the best in the business, Mr. Denham.

- Well, what is it this time?

Steiner and Wayne.

Destruction of property by Kong

on 39th street.

Shock, mental anguish, and sprained ankle

to owner of said property.

If I don't get out of this house,

I'll bite somebody.

Listen, Mickey, I've got a date.

You've done your job.

How about helping me

out-smart those other guys?

Mr. Denham, I'll give you a ride

on my junk wagon.

You... Ha, ha. You mean to say you've got

a wagon to go with that makeup?

Mr. Denham, I'm an artist.

Hey.

How did you get in there?

You can go from the roof to chimney.

Anthony St. Nick and Santa Claus.

Ooh. Commence.

Rags.

Bottles. Bones.

Rags. Hey, you can take off the tin hat.

You're safe now.

Where are you going, Mr. Denham?

Drop me at the nearest

subway station, James.

You know, it's funny how

anybody's troubles are somebody's gain.

I've been working steady

since you got in this jam.

You've no idea how that cheers me up.

The boy who was going to make

a million dollars.

Rags!

So that's the mess I'm in, Skipper.

Kong sure was a hoodoo for me.

I guess next time you leave

big monkey alone, huh?

Next time? Ha, ha.

Charlie must think Kongs are plentiful.

Well, Denham, now I'll tell you

why I wanted to see you.

- I've got a plan for both of us-

- What is it?

Going to get a couple of megaphones and

run sightseeing trips around the harbor?

- Ha-ha-ha.

- Mr. Denham, I...

Mickey.

- One more summons and I'll brain you.

- No, wait, Mr. Denham.

I ain't got no summons. Honest. I ain't.

I come to tip you off.

- Did you follow me over here?

- No, I live over here.

My father-in-law said

he saw you come in by the gates.

I feel very friendly to you, Mr. Denham.

You've kept me working

pretty steady lately.

Yeah, sure, I know, I've been a big help.

Now, what's on your mind?

I heard this afternoon

you're going to be indicted.

- What?

- Indicted.

- The grand jury's going to indict you.

- Let me out of this. I'm going crazy.

You take my tip and get out.

Summons is one thing

and grand jury is something else already.

- They are going to put you on the stand.

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