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'.