INT. VENTURE - DUSK
CLOSE ON A drawing of the MAP from the base of the Kong statue ... It
appears to show the position of a SMALT. ISLAND, south west of the
KURT is sketching it from memory ... he refers to his TRANSLATION BOOK.
DENHAM and the ship's skipper CAPTAIN ENGLEHORN look on.
"Pulau Tengkorak" - The Island of the Skull ...
What else? Were there directions?
KURT looks at them BLANKLY.
There were detailed navigational co-ordinates in an ancient Sanskrit
alphabet. I didn't have time to translate it all.
Look, I've sailed these waters for twenty-seven years ... there's no
island like that around here.
What a climax to the film - The first white men to set foot on ...
Twentieth Century man comes face to face with a ... a ... naked stone
I tell you it doesn't exist!
We need those co-ordinates -someone's gotta get back there and jot the
rest of it down
A cough O.S ... DENHAM'S'S turns and his gaze settles on PEEK standing
in the doorway ...
EXT. SUMATRAN DIG - DUSK
CLOSE ON ANN - skillfully producing an accurate PENCIL RUBBING of the
HIEROGLYPHICS and MAP on a sheet of TRACING PAPER.
LORD DARROW and DOUGLAS are studying the STATUE OF KONG in the soft
twilight ... They talk QUIETLY - out of ANN'S earshot.
The Beast God cult flourished up until the fifth century. It originated
on a remote island and quickly spread to the mainland, where the
worshipers were systematically hunted down and killed by the Hindu. No
likeness of Kong was allowed to survive. All trace of this culture was
eliminated as if it had never existed ...
Are you suggesting a pocket still survives on this island?
Maybe ... but, from what we know of the culture, I wouldn't set foot on
the "Island of the Skull" with anything less than full military back-
ANN comes running over, EXCITEDLY waving the finished COPY OF THE MAP.
Father It's somewhere south-west of here - we need to inform the museum
... · organize an expedition -
All in due course, Ann. Our first responsibility is to get these
artifacts safely back to London.
DARROW checks the time with an ornately engraved SILVER FOB-WATCH.
BINOCULAR POV ANN with MAP, LORD DARROW and DOUGLAS.
But, it's here! An undiscovered island!
CLOSE ON RANDELL PEEK, casing the site from a safe distance...
JACK is scrambling up the hill towards the GROUP.
Oh God, it's that bloody yank!
Now now, Ann! Try be to polite.
Alright old man! You'd better have a good explanation because you've
just lost me ten grand's worth of business!
I beg your pardon?
I've gotta contract to clear a hundred thousand acres of rainforest by
Christmas and my entire work force has just walked out. They're spooked
by some weird shit you guys are pulling out of the ground!
Oh no! That can't be right ... we've had no problems with our people
POV TENT FLAP pulled back to reveal ... LARGE EMPTY TENT, clearly
VACATED IN A HURRY.
WIDE SHOT LORD DARROW looks around ... Apart from the HANDFUL of
ENGLISH, camp is deserted. ANN looks flustered. JACK stands with his
hands on his hips.
ANTHONY - another ARCHAEOLOGIST, runs over to LORD DARROW.
They said the wrath of Kong has returned ... "Those in his shadow will
be plagued by death".
Call the shipping company, Tony. It's time we started freighting the
Your Lordship! Aren't you forgetting something? I'd appreciate a little
talk about compensation.
He's grubbing for money, father.
I just wanna deal with the boss, ok?
No, it's not ok! We're not about to be robbed blind by some two-bit
hustler on the make!
You - calling me a thief? Well, that's great, coming from a glorified
grave robber! You break into the tomb of some dead Egyptian - the poor
guy's happily enjoying the afterlife when suddenly his shit gets stolen
by a bunch of light fingered limeys!
Tell me, Mr Driscoll - is it a requirement of the forestry business
that you have to be as thick as the trees you cut down?
LORD DARROW steps forward - JACK backs away in MOCK HORROR.
Holy God! The mummy walks!
How dare you? My father is the British Museum's most respected
Do they have him on display at the weekends?
CLOSE ON ANN'S MAP, on a table with OTHER SKETCHES. PEEK calmly grabs
it and heads away. EVERYONE is distracted by the ARGUMENT that
God, you're so obnoxious! Our work happens to be of great
Value? ... Value?
JACK grabs an ancient EARTHENWARE POT off a table of ARTIFACTS ...
You couldn't get ten cents for this thing! It's cracked!
He tosses the POT over his shoulder, SMASHING it!
BEHIND JACK ...
ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE!!! MILITARY VEHICLES roar into the camp ... 100
SUMATRAN SOLDIERS spill out of several TRUCKS - they stream through the
site, YELLING and PULING PEOPLE FROM TENTS.
Out of your tents! Out of your tents!
JACK looks around, totally confused.
What is the meaning of this???
The Sumatran COLONEL IN CHARGE steps up.
We are closing you down! No more permit! You go home!
TENTS are being TORN DOWN ... ARTIFACTS swept into SACKS. BOOKS and
PAPERS are thrown into a pile and DOUSED WITH PETROL.
You can' t destroy these things ... They're part of history.
Some things better left alone.
WHROOOSH' The FIRE roars into life.
A SUDDEN YELL - RANDELL PEEK is thrown to the ground by TWO SOLDIERS.
He is clutching ANN'S MAP!
He was caught trying to escape!
The COLONEL unrolls the MAP ...
He hands the map to a SOLDIER 1 ... ANN tries to rush forward, but is
RESTRAINED by SOLDIER 2.
LORD DARROW sees SOLDIERS streaming away from the KONG STATUE.
We're shipping that back to England -
That won't be necessary.
KABOOM!!! The KONG STATUE is BLOWN INTO A 1000 PIECES!!!
God forgive you.
DARROW sinks to his knees, CLUTCHING HIS CHEST.
ANN rushes over as LORD DARROW gently pitches forward onto the ground.
She cradles her father's head in her lap.
Somebody help me! Help me!
JACK kneels over LORD DARROW ... shakes his head.
I'm sorry ...
ANN bursts into tears ... falls on her FATHER'S BODY, SOBBING with
GRIEF. The COLONEL takes her arm.
Everyone under our protection. You and your father's body will be
escorted to airfield in the morning for plane home. No more permit!
The COLONEL attempts to PULL ANN away from her father's body. JACK
roughly shoves the COLONEL away.
Leave her alone for Chrissake!
SOLDIER 2 CLUBS JACK with his RIFLE BUTT! JACK falls to the ground ...
SOLDIER 2 snatches LORD DARROW'S FOB-WATCH as a trophy.
SUDDENLY! JACK rockets up, GRABBING SOLDIER 2'S RIFLE. He rams the butt
into the COLONEL'S stomach, smashes SOLDIER 2 across the chin ... The
FOB WATCH falls to the ground. SOLDIER 1 is by the FIRE, about to burn
ANN'S MAP - HE RAISES HIS RIFLE ... In a flash, JACK throws the RIFLE
at SOLDIER 1, knocking him into the FIRE! ANN'S MAP flutters to the
CONFUSION ERUPTS! SOLDIERS SHOOT wildly at JACK as he disappears into
the darkness ... ANN stands alone by her father's body - ZOMBIE-LIKE.
CLOSE ON The FOB-WATCH ... ANN picks it up. A PIECE OF PAPER blows at
her feet - she looks down at THE MAP.
CLOSE ON PEEK watching her.
JACK dodges a flurry of GLOFIRE and leaps into his TRUCK. He guns the
engine and ROARS OFF down the JUNGLE TRACK.
EXT. JUNGLE TRACK - NIGHT
CLUNK! SOMEBODY jumps onto the TRAY of his TRUCK before he gains much
speed. JACK plants boot and SWERVES VIOLENTLY, trying to THROW THEM
OFF. The INTRUDER nearly rolls out - JACK looks into his SIDE MIRROR
ANN'S only just clinging to the side, still CLUTCHING THE MAP ... She
stares ANGRILY INTO THE MIRROR.
For Godssakes it' s me!
JACK slows enough to allow ANN to clamber into the CAB through the
SMASH! A BULLET shatters the REAR WINDOW as TWO SUMATRAN MILITARY CARS
speed up behind them'
They're gaining on us!
The CHASE ACCELERATES out of the jungle, and down a narrow MOUNTAIN
ROAD ... A SHEER 300ft DROP on one side. JACK throws his TRUCK around
corners with recklessness. The STONY TRACK is barely wide enough for a
vehicle -not one sliding around TIGHT CORNERS ... at times ONE WHEEL
hangs out in space. ANN clings to her seat.
JACK has gained on the MILITARY VEHICLES as they reach the bottom of
the hill, racing on a DIRT ROAD beside a MUDDY RIVER ... JACK looks
back - FAILING TO TAKE A CORNER ...
EXT. RIVER - NIGHT
The TRUCK flies off the road, SPLASHING INTO THE RIVER!
JACK and ANN brace themselves as the TRUCK lurches to a halt ... It
lies HALF SUBMERGED in the RIVER beside an old WOODEN PIER. The WATER
LEVEL is just above the bottom of the TRUCK'S WINDOWS. Within seconds
the WATER fills the CAB up to THEIR NECKS.
The FIRST MILITARY VEHICLE roars past ... but the SECOND STOPS. Our old
friends - SOLDIERS 1 & 2, get out and approach the PIER.
Get out ... Stay under the pier.
BEFORE THEY CAN MOVE A large CROCODILE suddenly LUNGES AT ANN! It's
SNAPPING JAWS thrust in through her SIDE WINDOW.
ANN falls back into JACK'S LAP ... The CROC'S shoulders are too wide
for the window - it gets wedged, SNAPPING at ANN, inches short of her
nose! MORE CROCODILES descend on the TRUCK, CLAWING AT JACK'S WINDOW
and the WINDSCREEN - it threatens to break under the strain.
A FLASHLIGHT BEAM plays on the car ... the TWO SOLDIERS approach
MORE CROCS scramble onto the TRAY, snapping through the broken REAR
WINDOW! JACK and ANN huddle together, their mouths at water level,
TEETH SNAPPING ALL AROUND THEM. JACK can see the TWO SOLDIERS through
the SIDE MIRROR .. they're ENJOYING THE SHOW - cracking a private JOKE.
The TWO SOLDIERS don't respond.
I said come here! I don't have a will and I've got twenty grand stashed
in a Singapore Bank. I want you to have it!
As JACK speaks, he is GASPING FOR AIR and SPITTING OUT WATER ... The
TWO SOLDIERS WARILY APPROACH, their rifles trained on JACK.
I know you guys aren't sadistic, evil scum. I know you're really good
boys at heart, and I want you and your families to get some pleasure
from my lifetime of hard work.
JACK'S POV The TWO SOLDIERS edge closer along the PIER -totally
prepared for any trick JACK might pull ... Behind them - A HUGE FAT
CROC has climbed the river bank and is WAITING STEALTHILY onto the
Royal Bank of Singapore ... Ask for Mr Sanyun Khan. For Christsake,
don't get him mixed up with Sulkin Khan - the guy works at the next
desk and is a total asshole. Won't give you anything!
THE SOLDIERS NOD . The FAT CROC is getting near, but moving VERY
SLOWLY.' ANN too is watching the approaching CROC through the MIRROR.
A SNAPPING CROC nips JACK'S shoulder DRAWING BLOOD. He gasps...
I'll give you the account number. You should write it down ... One ...
Seven ... Guys! I'm real worried you're going to forget this! I've got
enough stress at the moment - write the damn thing down!
SOLDIER 1 lowers his rifle and pulls a NOTE-PAD out of his pocket -
just as ...
THE FAT CROC CHARGES! He covers the last few feet moving at LIGHTENING
SPEED. He takes SOLDIER 2 in his JAWS and with a FLICK of his TAIL,
sweeps SOLDIER 1 INTO THE WATER! ALL THE CROCS leave the TRUCK and
descend on the THRASHING SOLDIER like a PACK OF PIRANHAS.
ANN grabs the floating MAP, pushes the door open ... she and JACK
quickly wade to the bank the water behind them a CHURNING MAELSTROM!
The SOLDIER'S VEHICLE ... JACK races up to it and leans in - NO KEYS!
He does retrieve a PISTOL from the back seat. He tucks it into his
EXT. SUMATRAN ROAD - NIGHT
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