King Kong - 1933 Screenplay

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Stacy Dohm:

                             Changes 09/01/1932 - 09/06/1932

               FADE IN on a composite glass shot over the Hoboken docks -
               New York Skyline dimly seen in background. Snow. Sounds of
               tugboat whistles. DISSOLVE TO -

               Ship's side gangway slopes up out of picture.

               Weston, a theatrical agent, comes along wharf, peering at
               ship. He is fifty, heavy, slow, but with a shrewd eye. He
               turns up his collar and shivers, stops and looks at ship

               An old watchman comes along wharf from opposite side,
               swinging a lantern.

               An old watchman comes along wharf from opposite side,
               swinging a lantern.

                         Hey, Is this the moving picture

                         The Venture? Yep.
                             (Weston starts for
                         You going on this crazy voyage?

                         What's crazy about it?

                         I dunno know, but I hear everybody
                         talkin' about this crazy feller
                         that's running it.

                         Carl Denham?

                         Guess that's the name. They say he
                         ain't scare of nothin' - if he
                         wants a picture of a lion he walks
                         right up and tells it to look

                         He's a tough egg, all right. But
                         why the talk about this voyage
                         being crazy?

                         Wal, there's talk around the docks
                         about the cargo for one thing. And
                         I never see a ship this size with
                         such a crew.

                         Not enough men to handle her?

                         Not enough! The crew's three times
                         too big for the ship. I dunno know
                         where they find enough room to

                             (from above deck)
                         Hey, there! What do you want?

                         Denham aboard?

                             (comes down gangway into
                         Yes. Who are you?

                         I want to see him. I'm Weston, the

                         Come aboard. Denham's getting wild.
                         Hope you have some good news for

               INT. CABIN - NIGHT

               Denham and Englehorn talking.

                         Well, Mr. Denham, you know the
                         reasons for hurrying as well as I
                         do. The insurance company has found
                         out we're carrying explosives, and
                         the Marshal will be aboard tomorrow
                         or next day.

                         I suppose if we make a legal case
                         of it, we'll be tied up for months.

                         With ship's articles falsified and
                         ammunition enough aboard to blow up
                         the harbor?
                             (he takes a bomb from case
                              on floor)
                         And what do you think the Marshall
                         will say to these new gas-bombs?
                         According to you one of them is
                         powerful enough to knock out an

                             (pacing up and down)
                         We've got to get to where we're
                         going before the monsoon starts.

                         You can trust me to get you through
                         a blow, I hope.

                         Don't get sore, Skipper. But you
                         know what it means to hit the
                         tropical rainy season when we're
                         making an outdoor picture. Months
                         wasted, money gone, and nothing to
                         show for it.

                         But still you always bring back a
                         picture and everyone says, "There
                         is only one Carl Denham."

               Driscoll and Weston come in.

                         Weston! I was just going ashore to
                         ring you up.

                         If I'd known that, I'd have waited.

                         Meet the Skipper.
                             (to Englehorn)
                         This is Weston, the theatrical
                             (they shake hands)
                         And this is Driscoll, the first
                         mate. Well, where's the girl,

                         It can't be done, Denham.

                         What? It's got to done.
                             (Weston shakes his head in
                         Look here, Weston. The Actor's
                         Equity and the Hays outfit have
                         interfered with every girl I've
                         tried to hire; now every agent in
                         town has shut down on me. All but
                         you. You know I'm square -

                         Everybody knows you're square,
                         Denham but you've got a reputation
                         for recklessness that can't be
                         glossed over. And then you're so

                         I'll say so.

                         When even the skipper and the mate
                         don't know where they're going --
                             (he shrugs)

                         There you are. I've got a
                         conscience, Denham. I can't send a
                         young, pretty girl, such as you
                         want, on a job like this without
                         telling her what to expect.

                         And what is she to expect?

                         To go off for no one knows how
                         long, to some place you won't even
                         hint at, the only woman on a ship
                         with the toughest mugs I ever
                         looked at.
                             (they all laugh)
                         I mean the crew.

                         Good Lord, you'd think I never
                         brought anybody back alive! The
                         Skipper and Driscoll have stuck by
                         me on two trips. They seem healthy.

                         Sure we're healthy.

                         But it's different taking a girl
                         into danger.

                         Oh, I suppose there's no danger in
                         New York? Why, there are dozens of
                         girls in this town tonight in more
                         danger than they'd ever see with

                         Sure. But they know that kind of

                         You never had a woman in your other
                         pictures, why do you want one in

                         Holy mackerel D'ye think I want to
                         haul a woman along?

                         Then why - ?

                         Because the public - bless 'em -
                         must have a pretty face to look at.

                         Everybody likes romance.

                         Isn't there any romance or
                         adventure in the world without a
                         flapper in it?

                         Well, Mr. Denham, why not make a
                         picture in a monastery?
                             (they all laugh)

                         It makes me sore. I go out and
                         sweat blood to make a swell
                         picture, and then the exhibitors
                         and critics all say, "if this
                         picture had a love interest, it
                         would gross twice as much." All
                         right, the public wants a girl, and
                         this time I'll give 'em what they

                         I don't know where you'll get her.

                         Weston, I've got to. We've got to
                         sail on the morning tide - we've
                         got to be out of here by daylight -


                         Well - there's a good reason.

                         Everything I hear makes me like
                         this thing less. I'm glad I didn't
                         get you a girl.

                         You are, eh? Well, I'll show you.
                         If you think I'm going to give up
                         just because you can't find a girl
                         with a backbone --
                             (he is struggling into his
                         -- I'm going to make the greatest
                         picture in the world, something
                         that's never been seen or dreamed
                         of. They'll have to invent some new
                         adjectives when I come back.
                             (he is at the door)

                         Where are you going?

                         I'm going to bring back a girl for
                         my picture -- if I have to marry

Stacy Dohm:
DISSOLVE TO Long Shot - Broadway at night - stock

               CUT TO Denham walking along, scanning faces as he walks.

               DISSOLVES of faces of women, Broadway types, bold,
               indifferent, heavy, ugly - most of them heavily painted.
               Rapidly passing, as though the camera were Denham looking
               them over.

               CUT TO Denham. He shakes his head disgustedly, stops, wheels
               around and starts in another direction, as though he's given
               up that part of town, and thought of another possibility.

               DISSOLVE TO Exterior of a Woman's Mission. A bread-line
               waiting. Camera moves slowly down the line of faces as
               thought Denham were looking them over.

               CUT TO Denham. He shrugs his shoulders in despair, turns

               DISSOLVE TO Exterior of one of those Small Wooden Stands you
               see in the West Forties, a fruit-tobacco and candy shop just
               big enough for the proprietor and one customer to get into, a
               stand of fruit and peanut-roaster on sidewalk. Denham comes
               along, takes out cigarette case, it's empty, he goes in to
               buy some. We see through window that he is taking cigarettes
               and paying the Greek proprietor.

               Ann Darrow comes slowly into picture; she hesitates, her hand
               goes stealthily toward a piece of fruit.

               She is fingering it when the Greek dashes out and seizes her.
               She tries to pull her arm away. Denham comes out of shop.

                             (very excited)
                         Ah-ha! I catch you, you stealer! I
                         catch the cop - you like that, ha!

                             (she keeps her head bent,
                              struggling weakly to pull
                         No-no, I didn't.  Please let me go.
                         I wanted to, but I didn't.

                         I had enough dese stealers --

                         Oh, dry up. The kid didn't take

                         I didn't, truly I didn't.

                         So, shut up, Socrates. Here's a
                         dollar. Forget it.

               The Greek takes the money and releases Ann who stumbles back
               against Denham. He catches her round the shoulders and she
               half-collapses. Her head falls back on his arm. He has his
               first sight of her face.

               CLOSE UP Ann, her eyes open as she looks up at Denham,

               MEDIUM SHOT - Denham, holding Ann. He looks at her. Suddenly
               his face lights up, he snaps his fingers triumphantly.

                             (looking up the street)
                         Hi! Taxi!

               DISSOLVE TO a one-armed lunch room. Tiled wall, two chairs.
               Ann has emptied plate and coffee mug on arm of her chair.
               Denham in other chair watching her. She sighs happily over
               having satisfied her hunger, and leans back.

                         Feeling better?

                         Yes, thank you. You're very kind.

                         Don't fool yourself. I'm not
                         bothering with you just out of
                             (Ann opens her eyes wide,
                              half-puzzled, half
                         How come you're in this fix?

                         Bad luck I guess. There are lots of
                         girls just like me.

                         There aren't such a lot who've got
                         your looks.

                             (laughing it off)
                         Oh, I can get by in good clothes.
                         But when a girl gets too shabby --

                         No family?

                         I'm supposed to have an uncle

                         Ever do any acting?

                         I used to do some extra jobs over
                         at Fort Lee sometimes. Once I got a
                         real part. The studio is shut down

                         What's you name?

                         Ann Darrow.

                         Are you one of these city gals who
                         screams at a mouse and faints at a

                         No, of course not. I'm a country
                         gal - or used to be.

                         Listen, sister. I've got a job for
                         you. The costumes I've got on board
                         will fit you.
                             (looks at his watch)
                         The Broadway shops will still be
                         open. I'll get you some clothes for
                         yourself. Come on.

                         But - but what is it?

                         It's money, and adventure, and
                         It's the thrill of a lifetime. And
                         a long sea-voyage that starts at
                         six tomorrow morning.

                         No! Wait, I can't - I don't
                         understand - you must tell me - I
                         do want the job so - I was starving
                         - but I can't -

               Denham has been looking at her, puzzled because she hasn't
               caught his frantic excitement. He suddenly sees what is
               troubling her. He calms down and goes back and sits.

                         Oh, I see. You got me wrong. Nix,
                         sister, nix. This is strictly
                         business. I'm no chaser.

                         I only wanted to -

                         Sure. Sure you did. I dot excited
                         and forgot you didn't understand
                         it. Listen, I'm Carl Denham. Ever
                         hear of me?

                         Ye-es. Yes. You make moving
                         pictures. In jungles and places.

                         That's right. And I've picked you
                         for the lead in my next picture. We
                         sail at six.

                         Where to?

                         A long way from here. Think, Ann, a
                         long voyage, easy living, the warm
                         blue sea, moonlight on the water -
                         isn't that better than tramping New
                         York trying to keep out of the

                             (almost whispers)
                         Oh, yes.

                         I'm square, Ann. And I'll be square
                         with you. No funny business.

                         What do I have to go?

                             (leaning over her chair
                              and looking straight at
                         Trust me. And keep your chin up.

               Ann looks at him for a moment, then he holds out his hand.

               She takes it and they shake. FADE OUT.

Stacy Dohm:
FADE IN - deck of ship at dawn, getting under way. Crew busy
               casting off lines, moving stuff on deck. A tug is puffing
               alongside. Driscoll on fo'c'sle head directing.

               MEDIUM SHOT - Ann in same dress, but wearing a heavy loose
               coat Denham has bought her. She climbs to fo'c'sle head,
               watching this strange new world.

               Driscoll backs into scene without seeing her. He is shouting
               at a sailor.

                         Carry that line aft! Aft, you
                         farmer! Back there!

               He swings his arm round behind him in a violent full-armed
               gesture and hits Ann in the face. She staggers back against
               the rail and nearly falls.

                         Who the -- What are you going up

                             (meekly, hand to her face)
                         I just wanted to see!

                         Well, I'm sorry. You're the girl
                         Denham found at the last minute,
                         aren't you?

                         Yes. I'm - I'm awfully excited.
                         It's all so strange, and I've never
                         been on a ship before.

                         And I've never been on a ship with
                         a woman before.

                         I guess you don't think much of
                         women on ships, do you?

                         No. They're a ****-eyed nuisance.

                         I'll try not to be.

                         You got in the way already. Better
                         stay below.

                         What! The whole voyage!
                             (she smiles at him)

                             (hesitates, then says in a
                              softened tone -)
                         Say, I didn't apologize very good
                         for hitting you. That was an awful
                         sock in the jaw.

               Driscoll stares at her doubtfully, she looks up and meets his
               gaze. Their eyes hold for a moment, then two short toots from
               a tug alongside, answered by one blast from the ship.

                         Well, we're off.

                             (clasping her hands and
                              peering into the mist)
                         We're off.

               DISSOLVE TO - Long shot - Miniature ship at sea - DAY

               DISSOLVE TO - The deck of the ship at sea. A calm tropical
               afternoon. Ann and Charley, the Chinese cook, at rail.
               Charley with enormous tub of potatoes, peeling them. Ann
               making an intricate knot with a bit of rope's end, fooling
               with it as she talks.

                         Charley, how many potatoes do you
                         suppose you've peeled since we left
                         New York six weeks ago?

                         Too many.

                         Sailors eat an awful lot, don't

                         All time eat. No can fill up. Some
                         day my go back to China, never see
                         no more potato.

               Ann finishes the knot and tugs at it.

                         There. That's fourteen knots I've
                         learned to tie.

                         Pretty soon now you be same sailor.
                         Only don't eat so much.

                             (laughs, then looks around
                              with a contented sigh)
                         I'd like to be a sailor. Isn't the
                         sea wonderful!

                         Oh yes, very pretty.

                         Of course it wasn't so nice up
                         north when it was cold and rough.

                         Ocean very fine when you order
                         weather how you like all same like
                         eggs for breakfast.

               Driscoll strolls in. Charley gets up and moves away.

                         Hello, Ann.

                         Hello, Jack.

                         Where have you been all morning?

                         Trying on costumes for Mr. Denham.
                         He's going to make some tests of me
                         this afternoon, here on deck, when
                         the light's right.

                         Tests? Why?

                         Oh - to see which side of my face
                         looks best - and all that.

                             (very gruff)
                         Both sides looks all right to me.

                         Yes, but you're not the movie

                         If I was, you wouldn't be here.

                         Well, that's a nice thing to say.

                         It's no place for a girl.

                         I wish you wouldn't keep harping on
                         that. It's very mean of you.
                         Anybody'd think I'd been a lot of

               Driscoll grunts.

                             (very cross)
                         I haven't! You can't say I've been
                         one bit of trouble to anyone.

               Driscoll is silent.

                             (looks at him, waits, then
                         Have I?

                         Sure you have.

                         I don't see - Well, how?

                         Just your being here's a trouble.

                         Oh dead. I thought everything was
                         going to nicely.

               Driscoll looks at her downcast expression, wiggles
               uncomfortably and at last blurts an attempt at consolation.

                         Aw, you're swell. Women can't help
                         being a bother. I guess they're
                         made that way.

               Oddly enough, this doesn't cheer her up very much. But she
               draws a long breath and smiles.

                         Well, anyhow, I've had the happiest
                         time of my life on this old ship.

               Driscoll is a little touched by this. He gives her a quick
               look and says awkwardly -

                         Why - that's fine.

               A little pause. Driscoll thinks it over.

                         D'ye really mean that, Ann?

                         Of course. Everyone's so nice to me
                         - Mr. Denham and the Skipper -
                         Don't you think the Skipper is a
                         sweet old lamb?

                         I'd hate to have him hear me say

               Ann laughs and picks up Ignatz, the monkey, who cuddles down
               in her lap contentedly.

                         Ignatz is nice to me too. He likes
                         me better than he does anyone else
                         on board, don't you Iggy?

               Denham approaches them.

                         Beauty and the Beast.

                         Well, I never thought I was
                         handsome, but -
                             (they all laugh)

                         Go put on a costume, Ann. Light's
                         good for those tests now.

                         I won't be a minute, Mr. Denham.

               She puts down Ignatz and goes. Denham scratches Ignatz' head,
               watches him for moment.

                             (half aloud)
                         Beauty and the Beast.

                         Mr. Denham, I've going to do some

                         What's your trouble, Driscoll?

                         When do we find out where we're

                         Pretty soon now.

                         Are you going to tell us what
                         happens when we get there?

                         How can I? I'm no fortune-teller.

                         But hang it, you must have some
                         idea what you're after.

                         Going soft on me, Jack?

                         You know I'm not for myself. But
                         Ann --

                         Oh you've gone soft on her? I've
                         got enough on my hands without a
                         love affair to complicate things.
                         Better cut it out, Jack

                         Love affair! You think I'm going to
                         fall for any dams?

                         It never fails. Some big hard
                         boiled egg goes goofy over a pretty
                         face, and bingo! He cracks up and
                         gets sappy.

                         Who's getting sappy? I haven't run
                         out on you, have I?

                         Nope. You're a good tough guy,
                         Jack. But if beauty gets you --
                             (he stops, then laughs a
                         Why, I'm going right into a theme

                         What are you talking about?

                         It's the idea for my picture. The
                         Beast was a tough guy, Jack. He
                         could lick the world. But when he
                         saw Beauty, she got him. He went
                         soft, he forgot his wisdom, and the
                         little fellers licked him. Think it
                         over, Jack.

                             (coming up)
                         Mr. Denham, the Skipper says will
                         you please come up on the bridge?
                         We've reached the position you
                         marked, he says.

                         Come on, Jack. You're in on this.
                         I'm going to spill it.

Stacy Dohm:
DISSOLVE TO bridge. Englehorn leaning over chart; Denham and
               Driscoll across table.

                             (pointing with dividers)
                         Here's your noon position. 2 South,
                         90 East; you promised me some
                         information when we reached these

                             (looking at chart)
                         'Way west of Sumatra.

                         And way out of any waters I know. I
                         know the East Indies like my own
                         hand, but I was never here.

                         Where do we go from here?


                         South-West! But there is nothing -
                         nothing for thousands of miles.
                         What about food? So many in the
                         crew makes the food melt away. And
                         water? And coal?

                         Take it easy, Skipper. We're not
                         going thousands of miles.
                             (he takes a wallet from
                              his breast pocket and
                              very carefully opens two
                              pieces of paper - spreads
                              over on table before
                         That's the island we're looking

                         The position --
                             (he leans down,
                              straightens up)
                         I'll get the big chart.

                         You won't find that island on any
                         chart. That one there was made up
                         by the skipper of a Norwegian

                         He was kidding.

                         No. Listen. A canoe with natives
                         from this island was blown out to
                         sea. When the barque picked them
                         up, there was only one alive. He
                         died before they reached port, but
                         not before the skipper had pieced
                         together a description of the
                         island and got a fairly good idea
                         of where it lies.

                         Where did you get hold of it?

                         Two years ago, in Singapore, going
                         home from my last trip. I've known
                         that skipper for years. He knew I'd
                         be interested.

                         Does he believe it himself?

                         I don't know. But I do. See, here's
                         what the island looks like.

               He unfolds second piece of paper.

               INSERT crude sketch of island, Denham's hand pointing to
               various features. Float Denham's voice.

                                   DENHAM (V.O.)
                         Here's a long sandy peninsula. The
                         only possible landing place is
                         through this reef. The rest of the
                         shore-line is sheer precipice,
                         hundreds of feet high. And across
                         the base of that peninsula, cutting
                         it off from the rest of the island,
                         is a wall.

               CUT TO Med. Shot - Denham, Driscoll, Englehorn. They stare at

                         A wall?

                         Built so long ago that the people
                         who live there now have slipped
                         back, forgotten the high
                         civilization that built it. But
                         it's as strong today as it was
                         centuries ago. The natives keep
                         that wall in repair. They need it.


                         There's something on the other side
                         - something they fear.

                         A hostile tribe.

                             (drawing a long breath)
                         Did you ever hear of -- KONG?

                         Why -- yes. Some Malay
                         superstition. A god or a spirit or

                         Anyway, neither beast nor man.
                         Monstrous, all-powerful -- still
                         living, still holding that island
                         in the grip of deadly fear.

               Englehorn and Driscoll look skeptical.

                         Every legend has a basis of truth.
                         I tell you there's something on
                         that island that no white man has
                         ever seen.

                         And you expect to photograph it?

                         If it's there, you bet I'll
                         photograph it.

                             (very skeptical)
                         Suppose it doesn't like having it's
                         picture taken?

                         Well, now you know why I brought
                         those cases of gas-bombs.

               Driscoll and Englehorn stare at Denham, then look at each
               other. Englehorn shrugs, reaches for the homemade chart.

               DISSOLVE TO- Exterior forward deck of ship - Day. Denham has
               camera set up. Ann comes in, in Beauty and Beast costume.

                         Oh, you picked out the Beauty and
                         the Beast costume!

                         It's the prettiest.

                         All right. Stand over there.

                         I'm sort of nervous. Suppose I
                         don't photograph well?

                             (busy with camera)
                         Don't let that worry you.
                         If I hadn't been sure of that, I
                         wouldn't have brought you half way
                         round the world.

                         What shall I do?

                             (squints through the
                              viewfinder, throws camera
                              over and locks it)
                         Now when I start cranking hold it a
                         minute, then turn slowly toward me.
                         Look at me, look surprised, then
                         smile a little, listen and then
                         laugh. All right, camera.

               She does as he has said.

               CUT TO fo'c'sle head, several members of crew peering out,
               watching with great interest. Charley among them.

                                   1ST SAILOR
                         Looks kinda silly, don't it?

                                   2ND SAILOR
                         She's sure a pretty dame.

                         You think maybe he like take my
                         picture, huh?

                                   1ST SAILOR
                         Them camera cost money. Shouldn't
                         think he'd risk it.

               CUT TO Denham and Ann

                         That was fine. I'm going to try a
                         filter on this one.
                             (he fusses around,
                              changing lens, etc.)

                         Do you always take the pictures

                         Ever since a trip I made to Africa.
                         I'd have got a swell picture of a
                         charging rhino, but the cameraman
                         got scared. The damned fool. I was
                         right there with a rifle.
                         Seemed he didn't trust me to get
                         the rhino before it got him. I
                         haven't fooled with cameramen
                         since. Do the trick myself.

               CUT TO the bridge. Englehorn and Driscoll leaning over,
               watching Ann and Denham.

                         Think he's crazy, Skipper?

                         Just enthusiastic!

                         But this yarn about unknown islands
                         and monstrous gods --

                         He pays us well to take him where
                         he wants to go. If the island
                         exists, we will find it.

               CUT TO Denham and Ann.

                         Now Ann, stand there. Look down.
                         When I start to crank, look up
                         slowly. You're quite calm, don't
                         expect to see anything. Follow my
                         directions. All right -- camera.

               He cranks. He gets more excited through this scene, trying to
               force her to feel the emotions he wants.

                         Now -- look up. Slowly. You see
                         nothing yet. Look higher. Still
                         higher. That's it. Now you see it.
                         You're amazed. You can't believe
                         it. Your eyes open wider. It's
                         horrible, but you can't look away.
                         What is it Ann? What can you do?
                         No chances for you, no escape.
                         Helpless, Ann, you're helpless. One
                         chance -- if you can scream. Your
                         throat's paralyzed. Try to scream,
                         Ann. Try. If you didn't see,
                         perhaps you could scream. Throw you
                         arms across your eyes, and scream,
                         Ann, scream for your life!

               She has followed his directions.

               CUT TO bridge. Driscoll and Englehorn, watching Denham and
               Ann. Ann's scream floats.

                             (grasping Englehorn's arm)
                         What's he think she's really going
                         to see?

                                                           DISSOLVE OUT

Stacy Dohm:
FADE IN, bridge in fog, outside wheel-house. Denham, Ann,
               Driscoll, Englehorn, at rail peering ahead. Through this
               dialogue intercut shots of look-out in bow, man in crows
               nest, sailor heaving lead, and sailors clustered at bulwarks
               on main deck, watching for island.

                         This infernal fog! Sure of your
                         position, Skipper?

                             (very nervous, but
                              offended at suggestion)
                         Of course. Last night, before the
                         fog shut down, I got a good sight.

                         We must be near the island.

                         If we don't see it when this fog
                         lifts we never shall. We've
                         quartered these parts.

               CUT TO sailor with lead. He lets go, line runs through his

                         No bottom at 30 fathoms!

               CUT TO bridge as before.

                         Of course that Norwegian skipper
                         was guessing at the position.

                         How will we know it's the right

                             (very tense, answering
                         The mountain that looks like a

                         Yes. I'd forgotten. You told me
                         that. Skull Mountain.

                                   SAILOR'S VOICE
                         Bottom! 20 fathoms!

                         Shallowing fast, Driscoll, dead

               Driscoll goes to telegraph, sounds of bells to engine-room
               and reply.

                         Curse the fog!

                                   SAILOR'S VOICE
                         Sixteen fathoms!

                         What does she draw, Skipper?


               No one ever looks at person addressed. All eyes ahead,
               straining through fog.

                         Listen! Hear anything?



               There is a slight pause.

                                   MAN IN CROWS NEST
                         Breakers ahead!

               Englehorn jumps for telegraph.

                                   SAILOR'S VOICE
                         Ten fathoms!

               Jingle of telegraph, noise of reversing engines.

                             (bellowing at fo'c'sle)
                         Let go!

               Rattle of anchor chain through hawse-pipe, splash of anchor,
               more jingle of telegraph. After noise dies down, Driscoll

                         That's not breakers. That's drums.

               A long distant mutter of drums rolling. DISSOLVE TO:

               Boats being lowered, Bos'n giving orders.

               CUT TO bridge, Englehorn with binocular. Denham, Ann and

                         Well, Skipper, see anybody?

                         Not a living thing. I think there
                         are more houses in the thick bush.

                         Funny they haven't spotted us. I
                         think the whole population would be
                         on the beach.


               The faint throbbing of drums.

                         Maybe they have seen us and are
                         signalling. Well, Skipper, do you
                         believe me now? There's Skull
                         Mountain, the wall - everything
                         just like my funny map. Come on,
                         let's get started.

                         Twelve men go with you. The rest
                         stay aboard.

                         Who's in charge of the gas bombs?

                         Jimmy. That young feller.
                             (points down on deck)

                         Good. Leave the 2nd Mate aboard,
                         Skipper. I need you, you may be
                         able to talk to these birds ashore.

                         I'm going ashore with you, aren't

                         You bet.

                         She ought not to go till we find
                         out what goes on --

                         Say, who's running this show? I've
                         learned by experience to keep my
                         cast and my cameras right with me.
                         You never can tell when you'll want

                         But it's crazy to risk --

                         Oh, go on, Jack. Get busy. Deal out
                         the rifles and ammunition. And pick
                         me a couple of huskies to carry my

               Driscoll goes reluctantly. Denham shakes his head over him,
               then Ann.

                         Bring the costume box. We might get
                         a swell shot right away if we're

               DISSOLVE TO shot of beach, boats approaching. Village and
               wall glassed.

               DISSOLVE TO shot from beach, showing loaded boats

               Drums louder, of course.

               CUT TO boats beaching, people getting out, uploading stuff.

               Denham puts camera on tripod, one sailor shoulders it,
               another with magazine case, third with costume box, fourth
               and fifth with trade-goods in boxes. Jimmy with case of

                         You fellers with the camera stay
                         close to me. Where's Jimmy with the

                         Here, sir.

                         All right. Stick around. And watch
                         your step. There's enough
                         trichloride in that case to put a
                         herd of hippos to sleep.

                         Aye Aye, sir.

                         What queer-looking boats.

                         Outrigger canoes.

                         Driscoll, have two men stay with
                         the boat.

                         All attended to, sir.

                         Now, all set? Ready, Skipper?

                             (coming up)

               They start up the beach.


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