-There's Roy. -Well, Fred...
I finished testing the samples from that pool.
-It'll be real great oil! -Son of a bitch!
Fred Wilson is crazy, is he?
Wait till those candy-asses in New York hear about this.
-I'll grind them... -Like I said, it will be great oil.
As soon as Mother Nature finishes cooking it a little longer.
How much longer?
Hardly a tick of clock, in geological terms. Say 10,000 years.
Till then you'd get better mileage filling your Cadillac with mule piss.
Oh, my God!
I hate to kick a fella when he's dead, but I told you.
You shouldn't have told 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 channel to Surabaya, I want an engineer drop.
OK, Jack, you go first.
-Come on, it's solid as a rock. -OK, let's go.
-Stop firing! -Jack!
Boan! Try to make it back.
I'm going on.
AII hands, stand by for recovery.
-Over and out. -Recharge the batteries.
-Air drop done, right on target. -Perfect. Haul your asses.
Get that equipment working.
-You think I'm crazy? -You said it.
If I had found oil, Gulf, Shell, Exxon would be crawling all over here.
Not this one, pal. Kong is all me and Petrox.
A Fred S. Wilson exclusive. Move your ass, Shorty.
You think it'll ring the bell? Promise oil, bring back a monkey?
Look at Exxon's "We'll Put a Tiger in Your Tank".
Beach green to Carnahan. Report back immediately.
Do nothing to endanger Kong. Acknowledge.
Carnahan, do you read me? Do you read me?
Give us a hand over here.
Wilson! Still no contact with Carnahan.
-The radio's not working. No sweat. -I want to take out a search party.
-I can't spare any men. -Six guys are cut off in the bush.
And you're building monkey traps. You're playing with their lives.
Don't worry about it.
Boan!
Where's the others?
Come on, Kong, forget about me.
This is never going to work. Can't you see?
Jack!
We've got to do it.
Are you ready?
Radar update. Monkey spotted 1,800 yards west by north-west -
-heading 0-89, veIocity 2.2 miIes per hour.
Estimated time to your position, five minutes or Iess.
Kill the lights. Everybody clear out!
-Logan, how are you doing? -Almost finished. One minute more.
-That's enough. -All set, Mr. Bagley!
-Ready, Boan? -OK. It's hot now.
Are you sure that monkey will be able to bust through that gate?
Pull back the bolt halfway.
-Come on. -I can't.
Open the gate! Help!
-Help! -Jack!
It's Prescott, open the gate.
Come on!
Close the bolt!
Wilson, blow the Goddamn thing!
Still want to play?
Dwan! Congratulations.
Hey, Jack. Do I look different?
-Yeah, you shine. -That's right.
-I'm a star. -It's all set.
Coast-to-coast tour. We open in New York. Lights, cameras, Kong!
And probably Nureyev and Fontaine.
I want Balanchine to choreograph "The Beauty and the Beast".
Any chance of you two getting married?
I don't know. This is so sudden.
We could think of some nutty way of Kong giving away the bride.
It'd be tough to get him to do it. Probably just old-fashioned, huh?
I don't know. What do you think, Jack?
Christ.
After all these years, I'll finally end up with a shrink.
How can I become a star because of someone -
-that was stolen off that gorgeous island and locked up in that tank?
It's not someone. It's an animal that tried to rape you.
That's not true. He risked his life to save me.
He tried to rape you, honey.
Ask the natives what they thought of losing Kong.
-They'll miss him a lot. -Like leprosy.
You're dead wrong. He was the terror, the mystery of their lives.
A year from now, the island will be full of burned-out drunks.
When we took Kong, we kidnapped their god.
It's like there's a curse on all of us.
I'm tired of your trying to confuse this girl.
This is her big chance. And yours. There's stars at Princeton -
-just like in Hollywood. You want me to get Kong another keeper?
Coast-to-coast tours? "Beauty and the Beast"? It's a farce.
Just say the word and your contract is torn up. Tell me right now.
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.
AII hands on deck!
Fire detaiI, report to the controI room.
This is the captain. Sea water pumps to fuII pressure.
Prepare to flood tank No. 4. I"m ordering the ape drowned.
Hey, Kong! Here I am.
Do you remember me? Remember your blind date?
You haven't forgotten, have you?
Dwan! Come back here! He's going berserk.
-Stop, or I'll jump. -Dwan, please.
-You can't help him now. -Don't come any closer.
OK.
Hey, Kong? Why are you waking up all these people?
No one's going to hurt you. You're just going to be a star.
Don't flood the tank! She fell in.
You could've...
Jack! I'm so glad to see you.
-What is it? You're not dressed. -That's right.
I was wrong when I called this thing a farce, it's a tragedy.
-I'm quitting your circus, Fred. -You signed a contract.
-You took an advance. -I donated it in your name.
To the SPCA Fund for Sending Kong Home. Here's your receipt.
-Sue me. -Don't leave me tonight, please.
-My horoscope says... -Shut up. I love you.
Come with me right now. The hell with the contract.
Go ahead. But I promise you you'll never get another booking.
You'll end up tap-dancing at rotary clubs.
-Don't you understand? -Yeah...
I do. Sorry.
Stay well.
Ladies and gentIemen of our TV-satellite audience, -
-you are seeing this Iive around the worId-
-as it is happening here in New York City.
You have better seats than these Iucky King Kong contest winners.
Thus, Beauty set foot on the forbidden island and was seized.
Great was the fear as Beauty was lashed -
-to the dreadful bridal altar of the Beast.
Now the earth booms.
Kong's power! Superpower!
Hail the power!
That's the power of Kong, and Petrox!
No! Don't push her around!
Ladies and gentlemen, there is nothing to fear!
That is an escape-proof cage certified by the city government.
Come on out! Easy.
His feet are still chained.
It's all right. Come on.
We're in position.
The Queensboro Bridge is buttoned up. What's the situation at Brooklyn?
I"II teII that monkey to spread before he crosses it.
Come on, there's a train coming.
Hit the lights.
This is a message to aII traffic.
CIear aII streets. Proceed to sheIters.
Repeating: CIear aII streets. Any person found Iooting wiII be shot.
Keep running.
Jack! Buy me a drink, will you?
Come on, buy me a drink.
Ten more blocks and we've got the key to a great apartment.
We've put a river between us.
The bridges are mined, and apes don't swim. Your book says so.
Please, buy me a drink. Buy me a drink over there.
OK.
What's the matter?
Déjà vu. I don't know where, but I've seen this view before.
Here.
We don't want to get shot as looters.
OK, get smashed.
How about that nice offer you made me? Do you still want me?
Look, chinchilla. Looks great on you.
I asked you a question.
-You know what I earn? -Do you think I need furs?
Yes. Excitement is in your blood like dope.
You're going to need new fixes I'm not able to give you.
Don't be stupid.
It's OK.
Probably some National Guardsman ran his tank into a powerhouse.
Do you remember that black-out?
And all the babies born exactly nine months later?
Well, here's to all the future sons and daughters of King Kong.
I'll drink to that.
The hell with furs. Tell me, does that nice offer still stand?
It depends on Kong. He's bigger than both of us, 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've got to make a phone call.
Keep it down, everyone.
What do you think? Is he flipped out or not?
Hello? Hello...
Excuse me, Professor. You say you know where Kong is headed.
Yes. You can trap him without danger.
Get some helicopters and blasting nets on top of him.
No problem. Where is he headed, Professor Prescott?
Promise me to capture him without injury and I'll tell you.
-Do we have a deal? -Yes, Professor.
Where is Kong heading?
A place in Manhattan that looks exactly like his natural habitat.
Let him climb to the top of the World Trade Center.
Jack!
He's coming down Fifth Avenue on schedule.
The power is back on. Keep quiet, get in the shadows.
No.
Hold on! Close your eyes!
The helicopters are coming to net him!
Hold on!
Kong...
What are those men doing up there? Didn't they get my orders?
The rotten bastards!
He's still got the girl. Follow me in a tight holding pattern.
No! Don't put me down.
Hold on to me.
Hold on to me, or they'll kill you.
Now!
Oh, God.
Wait.
Hold on to me.
Please don't let me go.
Don't kill him!
Assholes!
Kong.
Dwan!
Jack!