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'.
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