King Kong

- OK Boan, how much you got here? - About 1,800.

- What's going on? - There's Bagley.

Mr. Bagley! Something haywire. We haven't loaded enough pipe.

- Less than 2,000 feet. - That'll be enough.

On Huangatan, it didn't come until we were past 26,000 feet.

This hole proves out within 2,000, or it's a write-off.

How are you this evening?

All right.

The barometer is still falling. It's a lousy forecast all right.

We should stay here another 48 hours.

Every hour we delay gives others a chance of beating us to the island.

- I thought only we knew... - We'll sail right away.

You'll be sorry.

All right, Mr. Carnahan, ready to let go.

- Stand by fore and aft. - OK, haul the gangway ashore!

Let it go.

- Roy. - Fred.

Well, here's to the big one.

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Mayday, mayday.

Mayday.

I'm reminded of Amsterdam.

Ever eat a raw herring with a beer chaser and a scoop of ice cream?

- Captain here. - I picked up a mayday call.

- It faded before I could get a fix. - Keep listening.

Let me know if you get anything.

Like you said: "The hell with the weather."

We can get out of this by backtracking around Timor.

- It'll only cost us a few days. - Keep on course, I'm fine.

I gotta admit, for a New York desk guy, you got a lot of guts.

I sold this one to the board.

If that island doesn't produce huge, I'll be wiping windshields.

Men. Carnahan.

I'd have told you earlier, but I couldn't risk any talk.

Men, we may be sailing into the history books. Hit the lights.

I believe we're headed for the biggest oil strike ever.

- Here in the magic circle. - It's magic all right.

Are we supposed to find oil under 2,000 fathoms of sea?

Just sea is what the charts say. Now let's take a look a low angle.

This was taken in 1943.

This wake was left by the ship that took the photograph.

No sign of land. Here's a fog bank you wouldn't look at twice.

Let's look at another picture.

This is taken from precisely the same angle.

Same area, same fog bank.

This was taken two weeks ago. 35 years later.

A bank of fog that doesn't change a wisp in 35 years. Fantastic.

Still nothing to explore, except for one reason.

A spy satellite photographed it by mistake.

I got hold of the classified pictures via a donation to someone.

No names, but he lives on Pennsylvania Ave.

OK, fellas.

Roy Bagley, would you take over and let science make the point?

The satellite was to analyse exhaust gases from a missile test.

So it was loaded with two special kinds of film.

No, first the infrared.

The different colors represent different surface temperatures.

- You mean there's land there? - Correct, Joe.

An island, hidden by a perpetual fog bank.

Never seen by human eye nor walked by human foot.

The infrared patterns aren't like any I've ever seen.

More surprising, though, is what the spectrograph picked up.

Chemical composition of our mysterious fog bank.

Free hydrocarbon radicals, excess nitrogen, carbon dioxide.

And, not poisonous but very damn curious...

This has to be caused by vapors seeping up through the ground.

- Vapors from petroleum deposits. - Yes!

That island is the tip of a huge underground tankjust waiting for us.

- I'm betting everything I've got. - I'll take 50 cents of that.

The excess CO2 might also be accounted for by animal respiration.

- Turn the lights on. - Animal breathing.

Are you crazy?

And I'm not so sure human feet have never walked the island before.

In 1605, Fernando De Queres was blown south from Tenotang.

He wrote of the piercing the white veil. That's the cloud bank.

And landing on the beach of the skull, where he heard the roar -

of the greatest beast...

The rest of that log entry was suppressed by Rome.

In 1749, a water-logged lifeboat was found in the same area.

It was empty, but drawn in blood on the port -

- was a likeness of a huge, slouchy humanoid thing.

And this strange warning:

"From thy wedding with the creature who touches heaven, lady, -

God preserve thee."

I also heard of a note in a bottle from a dying Japanese in 1944...

What the hell are you talking about? Who is this joker?

- Beats me. - He's wearing a crew jersey.

I'll pay any fair amount for my... passage.

- You're a stowaway? - Jack Prescott. From Princeton.

- Dept. Of Primate Paleonthology. - You lying hippie!

You're from another oil company! The meeting's over.

He's got one of our T-shirts.

This doesn't mean a thing. Gulf or Exxon can fix a fake passport.

- Who the hell are you? - I am Jack Prescott...

My interest in your island has got nothing to do with oil.

You're not even a good liar. You couldn't find out where we're going.

- You bought charts! - Come on. Who'd you pay off?

They hadn't sold charts for this area in years. A friend tipped me.

I did pick up some charts in Surabaya.

Take this spy below till he's hungry enough to stop spouting ape shit.

Let's go. Come on.

- There's something out there. - Oh, come on!

- Honest to God, look! - Quit horsing around.

Come back here!

There's something out there! About 2 o'clock. Use your glasses.

Son of a bitch, it's a raft!

All stop.

She's alive!

Gently.

I've had first-aid training, Captain. Will you all clear out of here?

- You have to undress her, huh? - It's usual.

In case of internal injury or shock syndrome.

- Get outta here! - Clear out.

Eye Magnate. Beverly Hills.

There's no sign of injuries anywhere.

C-Y-N-A-R-A. Sounds like a yacht.

- Careless yachtsman, to lose this. - Remember that mayday call?

You can stop sweating. Navy record's clean, it all checks out.

Fingerprints. The guy's kosher.

I know just how to use him, too.

The girl's about to come to. She could be hysterical, so follow me.

- Can I get a cheeseburger here? - You went to medical school, right?

What have you got, crystal balls?

There's nothing I haven't checked.

I know the day and hour you completed your toilet training.

Now we gotta figure a way for you to work off your room and board.

- You're pretty good with a camera. - I've snapped a few monkeys.

Congratulations. You're now our official photographer.

Hello. Everything's fine.

You're safe and well on an American merchant vessel.

Where's Harry and everyone?

- You mean they're gone? - Do you remember anything?

No. No.

Yeah...

I was on deck and then...

- Then I was swimming to a star. - To a light.

Let her call it a star.

The life-raft was blown over board near you. It had an automatic flare.

I'm Fred Wilson, I'm in charge.

The yacht didn't get very far after the SOS.

The radio reported that someone found a piece of charred hull.

We're sorry, ma'am.

So am I.

Harry had discovered me.

He was going to put me in a movie he was making in Hong Kong.

Dumb luck.

But I guess I really can't complain.

When you're alone adrift in the Pacific and somebody just...

- Who spotted me, by the way? - That young fellow.

How can I ever thank you?

I'm Dwan.

D-W-A-N. That's my name. Like Dawn, -

- except that I switched two letters to make it more memorable.

- I'm a mere Jack. - You must be kidding.

How could anybody who saved my life be mere to me?

You need some rest.

I haven't had a good one of those in years.

- Are we headed back to Singapore? - Not directly, ma'am.

I guess it doesn't matter. I'm in no rush.

Harry probably wouldn't have put me in that movie anyhow.

Oh, my God!

What a meaningful miracle!

- I owe my life to a movie. - Is that so?

I swear to God.

Harry was showing this film that I refused to watch.

That's why I was up on deck when the yacht exploded.

Did you ever meet anyone whose life was saved by "Deep Throat"?

Come on, men, let her rest.

Maybe my luck has changed.

You know something?

I always wondered how Cortes felt when he first saw the Inca treasure.

It was Pizarro, and he died busted.

Here we go... Solid land all right.

This is its profile east to west. Typical Pacific formation...

This would be the slope at the beach, the mountainous sector at the west.

Let's get in closer.

- What was that? - Just a glitch.

- False echo off a flock of birds. - Spot anything unusual?

- Not a thing. - Look at the screen, Fred.

All those going ashore, report to the companionway.

Hi there. How do you like this for beach wear?

Fantastic. I'm afraid you can't come ashore, though.

Wait a minute.

You said I could come on the first boat.

You should wait till the recon is gone.

You want full coverage of this landing, don't you?

I must be in it. The all-American girl saved from a yacht -

by "Deep Throat".

- Don't print those, I'm married. - Guaranteed to be on People Magazine.

- Printjust one. - Really, Mr. Wilson...

I need a break, and you owe it to me.

Because I am a holder of a Petrox credit card. I really am!

Ask your computer.

I may be late on my payments, but you take 18%% % interest plus charges.

Dwan, you come ashore with us. Captain, she'll come ashore.

Good luck. As soon as you get through, get on the horn.

Hey, Jack? Maybe it's him. Fred Wilson.

I had my horoscope done before I flew to Hong Kong.

- It said that I was... - Here you go.

It said that I was going to cross over water -