King Kong Page #6

JACK DRISCOLL leans out of the CAB.

JACK:

You guys are gonna have to move!

JACK is now in his early thirties ... He has not lost his boyish looks,

but years of tropical sun has darkened his skin.

The OFFICIALS look FLUSTERED ... JACK leaps out of the cab ... STRIDES

OVER. He gestures towards a CARGO BARGE moored next to the "VENTURE".

JACK (CONT'D)

If I don't get my cargo on this ship, I'll miss the sailing.

HERB'S VIEWFINDER POV ... JACK walks into shot.

DENHAM:

(annoyed)

Hey buddy! I don't know who you think you are, but you just walked into

a Carl Denham Picture! Take a hike!

JACK sees the camera pointing at him.

JACK:

What the hell is going on?

MR GINTING:

(Insincere)

It's Hollywood!

JACK:

Yeah? Well, see that?

He points at his heavily laden truck ...

JACK (CONT'D)

That's "Jack's Wood" - and it's going on that boat!

JACK jumps back into the CAB, and drives straight at the OFFICIALS,

sending the reception into CHAOS ... HERB has to quickly pull the

CAMERA and TRIPOD away - DENHAM looks FURIOUS! MR GINTING hurries over

- looking SICK with FEAR and EMBARRASSMENT.

MR GINTING:

(distraught)

I so sorry! I so sorry!

DENHAM spins around ... his mood so black, he looks as if he might hit

MR GINTING ... He suddenly breaks into a CHARMING SMILE!

DENHAM:

It is I who has to apologize, sir. It's people like him who give

Americans a bad name.

MR GINTING almost sobs with relief.

MR GINTING:

You are most kind. We will be proud to assist you!

DENHAM:

Exotic lands, primitive people, dangerous animals ... That's what the

public expect from a Carl Denham picture! Lead us into the mountains,

Sir!

MR GINTING:

The mountains?

DENHAM puts an arm around MR GINTING'S shoulder.

DENHAM:

Shut your eyes - let me paint a picture in your mind ...

MR GINTING squeezes his eyes shut.

DENHAM (CONT'D)

Our cameras are focused on the deepest Sumatran jungle. Steam rises

from the verdant foliage... Suddenly a jackdaw screams! Why? ...

Because the Beast is moving through the trees! Eyes blazing, insisors

dripping, the Beast knows no fear - for he is the most powerful

creature to walk the land!

(lowers voice ominously)

You know what I'm talking about don't you, Mr Ginting?

MR GINTING nods FEARFULLY.

EXT. LOGGING CAMP/SUMATRAN MOUNTAINS - DAY

MONTAGE SuMATRAN LUMBERJACKS are working at fever pitch, clearing a

RAIN FOREST ... SAWS and AXES rip into the TREES ... They CRASH to the

ground. A PRIMITIVE SAWMILL works the LOGS in ROUGH-SAWN TIMBERS.

WIDE Several ACRES has been stripped. The FOREMAN watches with

satisfaction as the last solitary TREE in this block is attacked by two

AXE MEN.

JACK pulls up in his truck.

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