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KONG'S NIGHT OUT

                                   In the darkness, we hear jazzy thirties
                                   music, which segues into the radio
                                   VOICE of WALTER WINCHELL.

                                   WINCHELL (V.O.)
            Good evening Mr. And Mrs. America and all the ships at sea! 
            This is Walter Winchell with news from the Great White Way,
            where producer Myron Siegel's splashy, flashy new musical
            FOXY FELICIA is about to open at the Regency Theatre!  A
            return to Broadway has been Siegel's goal ever since he went
            broke with his ill-fated production of COO COO CACHOO four
            years ago.  But now he's battled back, and with the New York
            opening tonight of FOXY FELICIA, I can't imagine anything
            that could possibly stand in his way!

                                   In the dark, there is more music, then,
                                   a MAMMOTH GORILLA ROAR...and then...

                                   LIGHTS UP on a large, attractive suite
                                   in a midtown Manhattan hotel at about
                                   5:00 p.m. on an October afternoon in
                                   1933.  There's a bar.  There's a phone. 
                                   There's a radio.  There are a number of
                                   doors to three bedrooms, a den, a
                                   bathroom, and a main door.  There is a
                                   large window and French doors to a
                                   balcony, all of which overlook Broadway
                                   south of 42nd Street.  At the moment,
                                   the room is empty and dark. The lights
                                   of Broadway and environs stream through
                                   the windows, as do the sounds of the
                                   Gotham streets.  

                                   Abruptly, the main door opens. MYRON
                                   Siegel bursts inside and flips on the
                                   lights.  Myron is in his forties,
                                   energized and driven.  He is dressed to
                                   the nines--top hat, tails, the works. 
                                   He flings his hat on the sofa as he
                                   assaults the telephone.

                                   MYRON
                          (entering)
            I knew it.  I knew it.  I knew it.  I knew it.  I knew it!
                          (lifts receiver and slaps the
                           bar energetically)

                                   SALLY CHARMAINE enters.  She is Myron's
                                   mother, blunt and brash.  She appears
                                   to have started smoking in the womb. 
                                   She, too, is dressed to the hilt.

                                   SALLY
                          (looking back out the door)
            He knew it!
                          (goes directly to bar and makes
                           drink)

                                   MYRON
            I knew it!

                                   SALLY
            I heard.

                                   MYRON
                          (into phone)
            Get me the Alhambra Theatre, please!...Backstage!
                          (to Sally)
            I told you, I told Bertrille, I told anybody who'd listen to
            me.  Carl Denham was gonna sabotage my opening!  I knew it!

                                   Meanwhile, DAISY has entered.  She is a
                                   cute brunette in her twenties.  She is
                                   bug-eyed and in general awe of
                                   everything, as if she just got off the
                                   bus from Buffalo.  This is because she
                                   just got off the bus from Buffalo.  She
                                   carries a dilapidated suitcase.

                                   DAISY
                          (surveys the room)
            Boy oh, boy!  This is big!

                                   SALLY
                          (to Daisy)
            Didja hear?  He knew it.  
                          (drinks)

                                   DAISY
            Like a liberry or somethin'!

                                   SALLY
            Daisy, take a load off.  You've had a long trip.

                                   DAISY
            I never seen so many doors!  Do they all really go
            someplace???

                                   SALLY
            Sit!

                                   DAISY
            I can't sit!  Once I got off that bus, I told myself I'd
            never sit again!

                                   MYRON
                          (into phone)
            Hello!  I wanna talk to Carl Denham!

                                   DAISY
            You could have a funeral in here!

                                   MYRON
                          (into phone)
            Never mind who this is!

                                   DAISY
            You know, for somebody really famous.  And dead!
                          (continues to check out the
                           room)

                                   MYRON
            Carl Denham!

                                   SALLY
                          (aimed at Myron)
            Twenty-one thousand, six hundred thirty-seven dollars...

                                   MYRON
            Shut up, Ma!

                                   SALLY
            And forty-two cents.

                                   MYRON
                          (into phone)
            What?...Whatdya mean he's indisposed?...What?...Of course I
            know what indisposed means!
                          (covers phone, to Sally)
            What does "indisposed" mean?

                                   SALLY
            I left my dictionary at the Stork Club.

                                   DAISY
                          (points at Sally)
            Ha!  Good one, Grandma!

                                   SALLY
                          (to Daisy)
            Don't call me Grandma!
                          (to Myron)
            My life savings.  Big show, he says.

                                   MYRON
                          (into phone)
            I don't care!

                                   SALLY
            Can't miss, he says.  Twenty-one thousand, six hundred thirty
            seven dollars...

                                   MYRON
                          (into phone)
            Just find him!

                                   SALLY
            And forty-two cents.

                                   MYRON
            MA!

                                   SALLY
            I thought Denham was out of town!

                                   MYRON
            He WAS out of town!  He came back!  It's like he picks up my
            scent!

                                   SALLY
            I didn't know you could smell mediocrity.

                                   MYRON
                          (with a dismissive gesture; it
                           saves time)
            Ehhh!

                                   SALLY 
            Just like your father!

                                   MYRON
                          (into phone)
            What?...Look, put Denham on the phone!...Why?  You wanna know
            why?  All right.  All right.  I'll tell you why...Because I'm
            Myron Siegel, that's why!  Whatyda say about
            that!...Hello!...Hello???
                          (slams down receiver)
            Ehhh!

                                   SALLY
            How many times do I hafta tell ya, Myron, you don't have a
            name that keeps the conversation goin'.