| 1. | |
| 1 EXT. JUNGLE - NIGHT 1 | |
| An eyeball, big, yellowish, distinctly inhuman, stares | |
| raptly between wooden slats, part of a large crate. The eye | |
| darts from side to side, alert as hell. | |
| A legend tries to place us -- | |
| ISLA NUBLAR 120 MILES WEST OF COSTA RICA | |
| -- but to us it's still the middle of nowhere. | |
| It's quiet for a second. A ROAR rises up from the jungle, | |
| deafening. The trees shake as something very, very large | |
| plows ahead through them, right at us. Every head gathered | |
| in this little clearing snaps, turning in the direction of | |
| the sound as it bursts through the trees. | |
| It's a bulldozer. It drops its scoop and pushes forward | |
| into the back end of the crate, shoving it across the | |
| jungle floor towards an impressive fenced structure that | |
| towers over an enclosed section of thick jungle. There's a | |
| guard tower at one end of this holding open that makes it | |
| look like San Quentin. | |
| The bulldozer pushes forward into the back end, the crate | |
| THUDS TO THE FLOOR. A door slides open in the pen, making a | |
| space as big as the end of the crate. | |
| Nobody moves for a second, A grim-faced guy who seems to be | |
| in charge (Robert Muldoon, although we don't know it yet). | |
| MULDOON | |
| Alright now, pushers move in. | |
| Loading team move it. | |
| The movement as agitated whatever is inside the crate, and | |
| the whole thing shivers as GROWLS and SNAPS come from | |
| inside. | |
| Everyone moves back. | |
| MULDOON | |
| Alright, steady. Get back in there | |
| now, push. Get back in there, Don't | |
| let her know you're afraid! | |
| The men go back to the crate and begin to push it into the | |
| slot. | |
| 2. | |
| The crate THUDS UP AGAINST THE OPENING. A green light on | |
| the side of the pen lights up, showing contact has been | |
| made. | |
| FROM INSIDE THE CRATE, we get glimpses of what's on the | |
| other side of those wooden slates -- jungle foliage, MEN | |
| with rifles, searching searchlights. | |
| The view is herky-jerky as the crate put into position. | |
| MULDOON | |
| Well lockedŠ Loading team, step | |
| away. Joffrey, raise the gate. | |
| A WORKER climbs to the top of the crate. The search lights | |
| are trained on the door. | |
| The RIFFLEMEN throw the bolts on their rifles and CRACK | |
| their stun guns, sending arcs of current CRACKING through | |
| the air. | |
| The WORKER gets ready to grab the gate when all at once -- | |
| A ROAR from the inside the crate, and the panel flies out | |
| of his hands and SMACKS into him, knocking him clear off | |
| the crate. | |
| Now everything happens at once. The WORKER THUDS to the | |
| jungle floor, the crate jerks away from the mouth of the | |
| holding pen flash, an alarm BUZZER sounds -- | |
| -- and a claw SLASHES out from inside the crate. It sinks | |
| into the ankle of the WORKER. dragging him toward the dark | |
| mouth between the crate and the pen. The WORKER SCREAMS and | |
| paws the dirt, leaving long claw marks as he is rapidly | |
| dragged toward the crate. | |
| Muldoon SHOUTS orders: | |
| MULDOON | |
| Tasers get in there, Goddamn it! | |
| They FIRE their guns - the wood of the crate SPLINTERS. | |
| Muldoon runs in and grabs the WORKER, trying to pull him | |
| free. | |
| The wild arcs of currents from the stun gun flash and CRACK | |
| all around, but in a second -- | |
| -- the WORKER is gone. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 3. | |
| 2 EXT. MOUNTAINSIDE - DAY 2 | |
| MANO DE DIOS AMBER MINE DOMINICAN REPUBLIC | |
| DONALD GENNARO, forty, in a city man's idea of hiking | |
| clothes and a hundred dollar haircut, approaches on a raft | |
| being pulled across a river by TWO MEN. | |
| On the hillside, JUAN ROSTAGNO, thirty-ish, Costa Rican, a | |
| smart-looking guy in workers clothes, is waiting for him. | |
| ROSTAGNO | |
| Tengo mil pesos que dicen que se | |
| cae | |
| (I have a thousand pesos | |
| that say he falls) (or) | |
| Apuesto mil pesos que se cae. | |
| (I bet a thousand pesos | |
| he falls) | |
| Gennaro finally lands, and Rostagno helps him off the raft. | |
| GENNARO | |
| Hola, Juanito. | |
| ROSTAGNO | |
| Hola, bienvenido. | |
| Rostagno leads Gennaro towards the mine. Dozen of shirtless | |
| WORKERS claw and SCRAPE at a rocky mountainside that is the | |
| site of an extensive mining operation. The work is all done | |
| by hand, pick and shovel instead of dynamite and bulldozer. | |
| GENNARO | |
| What's this I hear at the airport? | |
| Hammond's not even here? | |
| ROSTAGNO | |
| He sends his apologies. | |
| GENNARO | |
| You're telling me that we're facing | |
| a $20 million lawsuit from the | |
| family of that injured worker and | |
| Hammond couldn't even be bothered | |
| to see me? | |
| ROSTAGNO | |
| He had to leave early to be with | |
| his daughter. She's getting a | |
| divorce. | |
| GENNARO | |
| 4. | |
| I understand that. | |
| (or) | |
| I'm sorry to hear that. We'd be | |
| well advised to deal with this | |
| situation now. The insurance | |
| company -- | |
| Gennaro almost falls, Rostagno helps him. | |
| GENNARO | |
| -- the underwriters of the park | |
| feel the accident raises some very | |
| serious questions about the safety | |
| of the park, and they're making the | |
| investors very anxious. I had to | |
| promise I would conduct a thorough | |
| on-site inspection. | |
| ROSTAGNO | |
| Hammond hates inspections. They | |
| slow everything down. | |
| GENNARO | |
| Juanito, if they pull the funding, | |
| that will really slow things down. | |
| (or) | |
| If they pull the funding that's | |
| going to slow things down around | |
| here. | |
| A WORKER hurries up to them and busts into the | |
| conversation, breathless. | |
| WORKER | |
| (to Rostagno) | |
| Jefe, encontramos otro mosquito, en | |
| el mismo sitio. | |
| (Chief, we found another | |
| mosquito in the same | |
| place) | |
| ROSTAGNO | |
| Seguro? Muestrame! | |
| (Are you sure? Show me.) | |
| The WORKER and ROSTAGNO scramble back deeper into the mine. | |
| Rostagno calls back over his shoulder to Gennaro. | |
| ROSTAGNO | |
| It seems like it's going to be a | |
| good day after all. They found | |
| another one! C'mon. | |
| 5. | |
| Gennaro struggles to keep up. | |
| 3 EXT. CAVE - DAY 3 | |
| ROSTAGNO and GENNARO move into the dark, dripping cave, | |
| where at least a dozen other WORKERS are gathered in a | |
| tight circle, staring at something intently. | |
| Rostagno fights his way to the center of the group. One of | |
| the WORKERS hands him something and Rostagno examines it | |
| carefully. | |
| It's a chuck of amber, a shiny yellow rock about the size | |
| of a half dollar. | |
| GENNARO | |
| If two experts sign off on the | |
| island, the insurance guys'll back | |
| off. I already got Ian Malcolm, but | |
| they think he's too trendy. They | |
| want Alan Grant. | |
| ROSTAGNO | |
| Grant? You'll never get him out of | |
| Montana. | |
| GENNARO | |
| Why not? | |
| ROSTAGNO | |
| Because he's like me. He's a | |
| digger. | |
| Rostagno turns and holds the amber up to the sunlight | |
| streaming through the mouth of the cave. | |
| With the light pouring through it, the amber is | |
| translucent, and we can see something inside this strange | |
| stone -- | |
| -- a huge mosquito, long dead, entombed there. | |
| ROSTAGNO | |
| (smiles) | |
| Hay que lindo eres vas hacer a much | |
| gente feliz. | |
| (Oh you're so beautiful. | |
| You will make a lot of | |
| people happy) | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 6. | |
| 4 EXT. THE DIG - DAY 4 | |
| An artist's camel hair brush carefully sweeps away sand and | |
| rock to slowly reveal the dark curve of a fossil - it's a | |
| claw. A dentist's pick gently lifts it from the place its | |
| has laid for millions of years. | |
| Pull up to reveal a group of diggers working on a large | |
| skeleton. All we see are the tops of their hats. The | |
| paleontologist working on the claw lays it in his hand. | |
| GRANT | |
| (thoughtfully) | |
| Four complete skeletons... such a | |
| small area... the same time horizon | |
| -- | |
| ELLIE | |
| They died together? | |
| GRANT | |
| The taphonomy sure looks that way. | |
| ELLIE | |
| If they died together, they lived | |
| together. Suggests some kind of | |
| social order. | |
| DR ALAN GRANT, mid-thirties, a ragged-looking guy with | |
| intense concentration you wouldn't want to get in the way | |
| of, carefully examines a claw. | |
| DR ELLIE SATTLER, working with him, leans in close and | |
| studies it too. She paints the exposed bone with rubber | |
| cement. Ellie in her late twenties, athletic-looking. | |
| There's an impatience about Ellie, as if nothing in life | |
| happens quite fast enough for her. | |
| Her face is almost pressed up against his, she's sitting so | |
| close. | |
| GRANT | |
| They hunted as a team. The | |
| dismembered tenontosaurus bone over | |
| there - that's lunch. But what | |
| killed our raptors in a lakebed, in | |
| a bunch like this? We better come | |
| up with something that makes sense. | |
| ELLIE | |
| A drought. The lake was shrinking - | |
| - | |
| 7. | |
| GRANT | |
| (excited) | |
| That's good. That's right! They | |
| died around a dried-up puddle! | |
| Without fighting each other. This | |
| is looking good. | |
| From the bottom of the hill a voice SHOUTS to them: | |
| VOLUNTERR (O.S.) | |
| Dr Grant! Dr Sattler! We're ready | |
| to try again! | |
| Grant SIGNS and sits up, stretching out his back. | |
| GRANT | |
| I hate computers. | |
| He shoves the claw absent-mindedly into his pocket and he | |
| and Ellie walk toward the source of the voice. As they | |
| walk, we get our first look at the badlands. Exposed | |
| outcroppings of crumbling limestone stretch for miles in | |
| every direction, not a tree or a bush in sight. | |
| In the dig itself, the ground is checkered with excavations | |
| everywhere. There's a base camp with five or six teepees, a | |
| flapping mess tent, a few cards, a flatbed truck with | |
| wrapped fossils loaded on it, and a mobile home. There are | |
| a dozen VOLUNTEERS of all ages at work in various places | |
| around the dig. The Volunteers are from all walks of life, | |
| dinosaur buffs. Three or four of them have CHILDREN with | |
| them, and the kids run around, like in a giant sandbox. | |
| Grant , Ellie and a Volunteer walk down the hill. Grant | |
| spots a KID kicking dirt onto one of the digs. He notices | |
| and frowns. | |
| GRANT | |
| What's that kid doing? | |
| (to the kid) | |
| What are you doing there!? Excuse | |
| me! Can you just back off? This is | |
| very fragile! Are you out of your | |
| mind? Get off that and go find your | |
| parents! | |
| (to Ellie) | |
| Did you see what he just did? | |
| The kid stomps away, pissed off. | |
| KID | |
| Asshole. | |
| 8. | |
| GRANT | |
| (to Ellie) | |
| Why do they have to bring their | |
| kids?! | |
| ELLIE | |
| You could hire your help. But | |
| there's four summers of work here, | |
| with the money for one. And you say | |
| it's a learning experience, sort of | |
| a vacation, and you get volunteers | |
| with kids. | |
| He and Ellie arrive to where several VOLUNTEERS are | |
| clustered around a computer terminal that's set up on a | |
| table in a small tent, its flaps lashed open. | |
| GRANT | |
| (to the Volunteer) | |
| Ready to give it a shot, Jerry? | |
| A LITTLE GIRL moves a little too close to the machine. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Want to watch the computer? | |
| Ellie quietly moves her out of Grant's way, to a place she | |
| can see. | |
| VOLUNTEER | |
| Thumper ready? | |
| MAN | |
| Ready. | |
| VOLUNTEER | |
| Fire. | |
| The VOLUNTEER throws a switch on a machine that looks a bit | |
| like a floor buffer. The whole thing hops up into the air | |
| as it drives a soft lead pellet into the earth with a | |
| tremendous force. There is a dull THUD, the earth seems to | |
| vibrate, and all eyes turn to the computer screen -- | |
| ELLIE | |
| How long does this usually take? | |
| VOLUNTEER | |
| 9. | |
| It should be immediate return. You | |
| shoot the radar into the ground, | |
| the bone bounces back.... The | |
| screen suddenly comes alive, yellow | |
| contour lines tracing across it in | |
| three waves, detailing a dinosaur | |
| skeleton. | |
| VOLUNTEER | |
| This new program's incredible! A | |
| few more years of development and | |
| you don't have to dig any more! | |
| Grant looks at him, and his expression is positively | |
| wounded. | |
| GRANT | |
| Well, where's the fun in that? | |
| VOLUNTEER | |
| It looks a little distorted, but I | |
| don't think that's the computer. | |
| ELLIE | |
| (shakes her head) | |
| Postmortem contraction of the | |
| posterior neck ligaments. | |
| (to Grant) | |
| Velociraptor? | |
| GRANT | |
| Yes. Good shape, too. Five, six | |
| feet high. I'm guessing nine feet | |
| long. Look at the -- | |
| He points to part of the skeleton, but when his finger | |
| touches the screen the computer BEEPS at him and the image | |
| changes. He pulls his hand back, as if it shocked him. | |
| VOLUNTEER | |
| What's you do? | |
| ELLIE | |
| He touched it. Dr. Grant is not | |
| machine compatible. | |
| GRANT | |
| They've got it in for me. | |
| The Volunteer LAUGHS and touches a different part of the | |
| screen, which brings the original image back. Grant | |
| continues, but doesn't get as close. | |
| 10. | |
| GRANT | |
| Look at the half-moon shaped bone | |
| in the wrist. No wonder these guys | |
| learned to fly. | |
| The group laughs. Grant is surprised. | |
| GRANT | |
| Now, seriously. Show of the hands. | |
| How many of you have read my book? | |
| Everyone stops laughing and looks away. Ellie raises her | |
| hand supportively. So does the Volunteer, Grant sighs. | |
| GRANT | |
| Great. Well maybe dinosaurs have | |
| more in common with present-day | |
| birds than reptiles. Look at the | |
| public bone -- it's turned | |
| backwards, just like a bird. The | |
| vertebrae -- full of hollows and | |
| air sacs, just like a bird. Even | |
| the word raptor means "bird of | |
| prey". | |
| The kid steps forward and looks at the computer skeleton | |
| critically. | |
| KID | |
| That doesn't look very scary. More | |
| like a six-foot turkey. | |
| Everyone sort of draws in their breath and steps aside, | |
| revealing the KID, standing alone. Grant turns to the Kid, | |
| lowers his sunglasses, and stares at him like he just came | |
| from another planet. | |
| Grant strolls over to the KID , puts his arms around his | |
| shoulders in a friendly way. | |
| GRANT | |
| Try to imagine yourself in the | |
| Jurassic Period. | |
| (or) | |
| Try to imagine yourself in the | |
| Cretaceous Period. | |
| Ellie rolls her eyes. | |
| ELLIE | |
| (under her breath) | |
| Here we go. | |
| 11. | |
| GRANT | |
| You'd get your first look at the | |
| six-foot turkey as you move into a | |
| clearing. But raptor, he knew you | |
| were there a long time ago. He | |
| moves like a bird; lightly, bobbing | |
| his head, And you keep still, | |
| because you think maybe his visual | |
| acuity's based on movement, like a | |
| T-rex, and he'll lose you if you | |
| don't move. But no. Not | |
| VELOCIRAPTOR. You stare at him, and | |
| he just stares back. That's when | |
| the attack comes -- not from the | |
| front, no, from the side, from the | |
| other two raptors you didn't even | |
| know were there. | |
| Grant walks around the Kid. | |
| GRANT | |
| Velociraptor's a pack hunter, you | |
| see, he uses coordinated attack | |
| patterns, and he's out in force | |
| today. And he slashes at you with | |
| this -- | |
| He takes the claw from his pocket and holds it at the front | |
| of the raptor's three-toed foot. | |
| GRANT | |
| -- a six-inch retractable claw, | |
| like a razor, on the middle toe. | |
| They don't bother to bite the | |
| jugular, like a lion, they just | |
| slash here, here -- | |
| He points to the Kid's chest and thigh. | |
| GRANT | |
| -- or maybe across the belly, | |
| spilling your intestines. Point is, | |
| you're alive when they start to eat | |
| you. Whole thing took about four | |
| seconds. | |
| The Kid is on the verge if tears. | |
| GRANT | |
| So, you know, try to show a little | |
| respect. | |
| 12. | |
| And with that he walks back across the camp, returning to | |
| his skeleton. Ellie hurries to catch up with him. | |
| ELLIE | |
| You know, if you really wanted to | |
| scare the kid you could've just | |
| pulled a gun on him. | |
| GRANT | |
| Yeah, I know, you know...kids. You | |
| want to have one of those? | |
| ELLIE | |
| Well, not one of those, well yeah, | |
| a possibly one at some point could | |
| be a good thing. What's so wrong | |
| with kids? | |
| GRANT | |
| Oh, Ellie, look. They're noisy, | |
| they're messy, they're sticky, | |
| they're expensive. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Cheap, cheap, cheap. | |
| GRANT | |
| They smell. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Oh my god, they do not! They don't | |
| smell. | |
| GRANT | |
| They do smell. Some of them smell.. | |
| babies smell. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Alright, the one on the airplane | |
| had an accident, but usually babies | |
| don't smell. | |
| GRANT | |
| They know very little about the | |
| Jurassic Period they know less | |
| about the Cretaceous. | |
| ELLIE | |
| The what? | |
| GRANT | |
| The Cretaceous. | |
| 13. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Anything else, you old fossil? | |
| GRANT | |
| Yeah, plenty. Some of them can't | |
| walk! | |
| ELLIE | |
| It frustrates me so much that I | |
| love you, that I need to strangle | |
| you right now! | |
| Ellie playfully takes Grant's hat off and gives him a tight | |
| hug. | |
| They kiss. | |
| A strange wind seems to be whipping up. Grant and Ellie | |
| look around, confused. The wind is getting stronger, | |
| blowing dirt and sand everywhere, filling in everything | |
| they've dug out, blowing the protective canvasses off. Now | |
| there's a more familiar ROAR, and they look up and see it - | |
| - | |
| -- a huge helicopter, descending on the camp. | |
| ELLIE | |
| (to the volunteers) | |
| Get some canvasses and cover | |
| anything that's exposed! | |
| Grant's already on it, trying to desperately to protect the | |
| skeleton he's excavating. He looks up at the helicopter and | |
| SHOUTS, shaking his fist. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 5 EXT. BASE CAMP - DAY 5 | |
| Down at the base camp, the helicopter has landed. The PILOT | |
| is already out, waiting as GRANT comes down from the | |
| mountaintop like Moses steaming. Grant gestures wildly at | |
| him to turn the chopper off. | |
| The pilot points timidly to a mobile home across the camp. | |
| Grant runs to the trailer. | |
| 6 EXT. TRAILER - DAY 6 | |
| The door to the trailer SLAPS open, and GRANT storms in. | |
| 14. | |
| GRANT | |
| What the hell do you think you're | |
| doing in here? | |
| The trailer serves as the dig's office. There are several | |
| long wooden tables set up, every inch covered with bone | |
| specimens that are neatly laid out, tagged, and labeled. | |
| Farther along are ceramic dishes and crocks, soaking other | |
| bones in acid and vinegar. | |
| There's old dusty furniture at one end of the trailer, and | |
| a refrigerator. A man roots around in the refrigerator, his | |
| back to us. | |
| GRUMBLING about the contents which are mostly beer. | |
| His hand falls across a bottle of expensive champagne in | |
| the back. | |
| MAN | |
| Ah hah! | |
| He pulls it out - the cork POPS. | |
| The Man turns around. JOHN HAMMOND, seventy-ish, is | |
| sprightly as hell, with bright, shining eyes that say | |
| "Follow me!" | |
| Grant stares incredulously at the Man, holding his | |
| champagne bottle without an invitation. | |
| GRANT | |
| Hey, we were saving that! | |
| HAMMOND | |
| For today, I guarantee it. | |
| GRANT | |
| And who in God's name do you think | |
| you are...? | |
| HAMMOND | |
| John Hammond. And I am delighted to | |
| finally meet you in person Dr | |
| Grant. | |
| Grant is struck silent. He shakes his hand, staring dumbly. | |
| GRANT | |
| Mr. -- Hammond? | |
| 15. | |
| Hammond looks around the trailer approvingly, at the | |
| enormous amount of work the bones represent. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| I can see my fifty thousand a year | |
| as been well spent. | |
| The door SLAPS open again and ELLIE comes in, just as | |
| pissed off as Grant was. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Okay, who's the jerk? | |
| GRANT | |
| Uh, this is our paleobotanist, Dr | |
| Ellie... | |
| ELLIE | |
| Sattler. | |
| GRANT | |
| Dr Sattler. Ellie, this is Mr. | |
| HAMMOND. | |
| (in case she didn't catch | |
| it) | |
| John Hammond. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Did I say jerk? | |
| HAMMOND | |
| I'm sorry for the dramatic | |
| entrance, but I'm in a hurry. Will | |
| you have a wee bit of a drink now | |
| and then? | |
| Hammond begins to walk into the kitchen, making himself at | |
| home. | |
| Ellie follows him tries to help. Grant settles behind the | |
| table. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Come along then, don't let it get | |
| warm! | |
| (expansively) | |
| Come on in, both of you. Sit down. | |
| As Hammond moves, they notice he walks with a slight limp | |
| and uses a cane -- for balance or style, it's hard to say | |
| witch. | |
| ELLIE | |
| 16. | |
| I have samples all over the | |
| kitchen. | |
| (she takes some stones | |
| out of one of the | |
| glasses) | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Come along. I know my way around a | |
| kitchen. Come along. | |
| Ellie goes around towards Grant. She grabs a bottle of | |
| water. | |
| They look at each other, really aback by this guy's | |
| bravado, and site down. Hammond dries the glasses. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Well now, I'll get right to the | |
| point. I like you. Both of you. I | |
| can tell instantly with people; | |
| it's a gift. | |
| (new subject) | |
| I own an island. Off the coast of | |
| Costa Rica. I leased it from the | |
| government and spent the last five | |
| years setting up a kind of | |
| biological preserve down there. | |
| Really spectacular. Spared no | |
| expense. It makes the one I had in | |
| Kenya look like a petting zoo. No | |
| doubt that sooner or later our | |
| attractions will send | |
| (drive the) | |
| kids right out of their minds. | |
| GRANT | |
| And what are those? | |
| ELLIE | |
| Small versions of adults, honey. | |
| He gives her a dirty look. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Not just kids -- for everyone. | |
| We're going to open next year. | |
| Unless the lawyers kill me first. I | |
| don't care for lawyers. You? | |
| GRANT | |
| I, uh, don't really know any. We -- | |
| HAMMOND | |
| 17. | |
| Well, I'm afraid I do. There's one, | |
| a particular pebble in my shoe. He | |
| represents my investors. He says | |
| they insist on outside opinions. | |
| GRANT | |
| What kind of opinions? | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Not to put a fine point on it, your | |
| kind. Let's face it, in your | |
| particular field, you're the top | |
| minds. If I could just get you two | |
| to sign off on the park -- you | |
| know, give a wee testimonial -- I | |
| could get back on schedule -- | |
| (he Americanizes him | |
| pronunciation) | |
| -- schedule. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Why would they care what we think? | |
| GRANT | |
| What kind of park is it? | |
| HAMMOND | |
| (smiles) | |
| Well, it's -- right up your alley. | |
| (hands Grant a drink) | |
| Look, why don't you both | |
| (the pair of you) | |
| come on down for the weekend. Love | |
| to have the opinion of a | |
| paleobotoanist as well. | |
| (hands Ellie a drink) | |
| I've got a jet standing by at | |
| Choteau. | |
| (he jumps up and sites on | |
| the counter) | |
| GRANT | |
| No, I'm sorry, that wouldn't be | |
| possible. We've just discovered a | |
| new skeleton, and -- | |
| HAMMOND | |
| (pours himself a drink) | |
| I could compensate you by fully | |
| funding your dig. | |
| GRANT | |
| 18. | |
| -- this would be an awfully unusual | |
| time -- | |
| HAMMOND | |
| For a further three years. | |
| Grant OOFS as Ellie elbows him hard in the ribs. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Where's the plane? | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 7 EXT. CAFE - DAY 7 | |
| DENNIS NEDRY is in his late thirties, a big guy with a | |
| constant smile that could either be laughing with you or at | |
| you, you can never tell. He sits at a table in front of a | |
| Central American cafe, eating breakfast | |
| Another Legend: | |
| SAN JOSE, COSTA RICA | |
| Nedry looks up and sees a man get out of a taxi - - LEWIS | |
| (Louis) DODGSON, fiftyish, wearing a large straw hat and | |
| looking almost too much like an American tourist. Dodgson | |
| clutches as attaché case close to him and scans the cafe | |
| furtively. | |
| Nedry laughs, shakes his head, and waves to him. | |
| NEDRY | |
| Dodgson! | |
| Dodgson hurries over to the table. | |
| DODGSON | |
| (as he sites) | |
| You shouldn't use my name. | |
| NEDRY | |
| Dodgson, Dodgson. | |
| (loud) | |
| We got Dodgson here! See, nobody | |
| cares. Nice hat. What are you | |
| trying to look like, a secret | |
| agent? | |
| Dodgson ignores that, sets his attaché case down next to | |
| the table, and slides it towards Nedry, | |
| 19. | |
| DODGSON | |
| Seven fifty. | |
| Nedry smiles and pulls the attaché closer to him. | |
| DODGSON | |
| On delivery, fifty thousand more | |
| for ever viable embryo. That's one | |
| point five million. If you get all | |
| fifteen species off the island. | |
| NEDRY | |
| Oh, I'll get 'em all. | |
| DODGSON | |
| Remember - - viable embryos. | |
| They're no use to us if they don't | |
| survive. | |
| NEDRY | |
| How am I supposed to transport | |
| them? | |
| Dodgson pulls an ordinary can of shaving cream from a | |
| shoulder bag he carries and sets it on the table. | |
| DODGSON | |
| The bottom screws open; it's cooled | |
| and compartmentalized inside. They | |
| can even check it if they want. | |
| Press the top. | |
| Nedry presses the top of the can and real shaving cream | |
| comes out. He grins, impressed. While Dodgson talks, Nedry | |
| looks around for somewhere to wipe the shaving cream and | |
| ends up dumping it on top of someone's Jell-O on a dessert | |
| tray next to him. | |
| DODGSON | |
| There's enough coolant gas for | |
| thirty-six hours. | |
| Nedry looks at the can. | |
| NEDRY | |
| What? No menthol? | |
| DODGSON | |
| Mr Nedry, Mr Nedry. The embryos | |
| have to be back here in San Jose by | |
| then. | |
| NEDRY | |
| 20. | |
| That's up to your guy on the boat. | |
| Seven o'clock tomorrow night, at | |
| the east dock. Make sure he got it | |
| right. | |
| DODGSON | |
| I was wondering, how are you | |
| planning to beat the security? | |
| NEDRY | |
| I got an eighteen minute window. | |
| Eighteen minutes, and your company | |
| catches up on ten years of | |
| research. | |
| A WAITER arrives and puts the check down on the table, | |
| between them. Nedry looks down at it pointedly, then up at | |
| Dodgson. | |
| NEDRY | |
| Don't get cheep on me Dodgson. | |
| Dodgson rolls his eyes and picks up the check. | |
| NEDRY | |
| That was Hammond's mistake. | |
| 8 EXT. OPEN SEA - DAY 8 | |
| A helicopter, "IN-GEN CONSTRUCTION" emblazoned on the side, | |
| skims low over the shimmering Pacific. | |
| 9 EXT. HELICOPTER - DAY 9 | |
| GRANT, ELLIE, GENNARO and MALCOLM are huddled in the back | |
| of the chopper; HAMMOND is in the front with the PILOT. | |
| There are two other passengers was well -- DONALD GENNARO, | |
| the lawyer from the amber mine, now dressed in safari | |
| clothes, everything straight from Banana Republic. The | |
| other Dr. IAN MALCOLM, fortyish, dressed all in black, with | |
| a snakeskin boots and sunglasses. Malcolm, who finds it | |
| hard to take his eyes off Ellie, leans over and SHOUTS over | |
| the engine whine. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| So you two dig up dinosaurs? | |
| GRANT | |
| Try to! | |
| 21. | |
| Malcolm laughs, finding this very amusing, which confuses | |
| Grant. | |
| Hammond turns around annoyed. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| You'll have to get use to Dr. | |
| Malcolm! He suffers from a | |
| deplorable excess of personality, | |
| especially for a mathematician! | |
| MALCOLM | |
| Chaotician, actually! Chaotician! | |
| Hammond SNORTS, not even bothering to cover his contempt | |
| for Malcolm. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| John doesn't subscribe to Chaos, | |
| particularly what it has to say | |
| about his little science project! | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Codswollop! Ian, you've never come | |
| close to explaining these concerns | |
| of yours about this island! | |
| MALCOLM | |
| I certainly have! Very clearly! | |
| Because of the behavior of the | |
| system in phase space! | |
| Hammond just waves him off. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| A load, if I may say so. of | |
| fashionable number crunching, | |
| that¹s all it is! | |
| MALCOLM | |
| (poking at Hammond's | |
| knee) | |
| John, John. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| (pushing him away) | |
| Don't do that! | |
| MALCOLM | |
| Dr. Grant, Dr. Sattler -- you've | |
| heard of Chaos Theory? | |
| ELLIE | |
| 22. | |
| (shaking her head) | |
| No. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| No? Non-linear equations? Strange | |
| attractions? | |
| (again, she shrugs) | |
| Dr. Sattler, I refuse to believe | |
| that you are not familiar with the | |
| concept of attraction! | |
| Grant just rolls his eyes as Malcolm gives her an oily | |
| grin, but Ellie smiles, enjoying Grant's jealousy. Hammond | |
| turns to Gennaro and gives him a dirty look. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| I bring scientists -- you bring a | |
| rock star. | |
| Hammond looks out the windshield, and CLAPS his hands | |
| excitedly. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| There it is! | |
| Up ahead, the others see it. | |
| ISLA NUBLAR. It's a smallish island, completely ringed by | |
| thick clouds that give it a lush, mysterious feel. The | |
| PILOT pulls up over a spot in the clouds and starts to | |
| descend, fast. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Bad wind shears! We have to drop | |
| pretty fast! Hold on, this can be a | |
| little thrilling! | |
| The helicopter drops like a stone. Outside the windows, | |
| they can see cliff walls racing by, uncomfortably close. | |
| They bounce like hell, hitting wind up and down drafts. | |
| Only Hammond still feels chatty. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| We're planning an airstrip! On | |
| pilings, extending out into the | |
| ocean twelve thousand feet! Like La | |
| Guardia, only a lot safer! What do | |
| you think? | |
| 23. | |
| They don't answer, just hold on. As they near the ground, a | |
| luminous white cloud cross appears below them, a landing | |
| pad shining through the Plexiglas bubble in the floor of | |
| the chopper. | |
| The cross grows rapidly larger as the chopper plummets, but | |
| a sudden updraft catches them and they bounce skyward for a | |
| moment then drop again, even faster if possible, before | |
| landing with a hard BUMP. | |
| 10 EXT. HELICOPTER LANDING PAD - DAY 10 | |
| The chopper plummets and finally lands. One of the workers | |
| opens the door and the group gets out. Hammond looks out, | |
| proudly. | |
| 11 EXT. HILLTOP - DAY 11 | |
| Two large, open-top jeeps ROAR down the hilltop away from | |
| the landing cross as the helicopter engines WHINE back to | |
| life and the rotors start to spin again. | |
| ELLIE, GRANT, and MALCOLM hold on tight in the front jeep, | |
| HAMMOND and GENNARO are in the rear jeep. Both cars have | |
| DRIVERS. | |
| They pass through an enormous gate in a thirty foot high | |
| fence, which is closed behind them by two PARK ATTENDANTS. | |
| There are large electrical insulators on the fences, | |
| warning lights that strobe importantly and clear signs -- | |
| "ELECTRIFIED FENCE! | |
| 10,000 VOLTS!" | |
| IN THE REAR JEEP, Gennaro regards the fences critically. | |
| GENNARO | |
| The full fifty mile of perimeter | |
| fence are in place? | |
| HAMMOND | |
| And the concrete moats, and the | |
| motion sensor tracking systems. | |
| Donald, dear boy, do try to relax | |
| and enjoy yourself. | |
| GENNARO | |
| 24. | |
| Let's get something straight, John. | |
| This is not a weekend excursion, | |
| this is a serious investigation of | |
| the stability of the island. Your | |
| investors, whom I represent, are | |
| deeply concerned. Forty-eight hours | |
| from now, if they -- | |
| (gestures to Grant, | |
| Ellie, and Malcolm) | |
| -- aren't convinced. I'm not | |
| convinced. And I can shut you down | |
| John. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Forty-eight hours from now, I'll be | |
| accepting your apologies. Now get | |
| out of the way. So I can see them! | |
| He shoves Gennaro aside, to get a clear view of Grant, | |
| Ellie, and Malcolm. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| I wouldn't miss this for the world. | |
| The jeeps wind their way along a mountain road. | |
| IN THE LEAD JEEP, Ellie stares off to the right, fascinated | |
| by the thick tropical plant life around them. She tilts her | |
| head, as if something's wrong with this picture. | |
| She reaches out and grabs hold of a leafy branch as they | |
| drive by, TEARING it from the tree. | |
| IN THE REAR JEPP, Hammond watching Grant, signals to his | |
| Driver . | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Just stop here, stop here. Slow, | |
| slow. | |
| He slows down, then stops. So does the front jeep. | |
| IN THE FRONT JEEP, Ellie stares at the leaf, amazed, | |
| running her hand lightly over it. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Alan -- | |
| But Grant's not paying attention. He's staring too, out the | |
| other side of the jeep. | |
| Grant notices that several of the tree trunks are leafless | |
| - just as thick as the other trees, but gray and bare. | |
| 25. | |
| ELLIE | |
| (still staring at the | |
| leaf) | |
| This shouldn't be here. | |
| Grant twists in his seat as the jeep stops and looks at one | |
| of the gray tree trunks. Riveted, he slowly stands up in | |
| his seat, as if to get closer. He moves to the top of the | |
| seat, practically on his tiptoes. | |
| He raises his head, looking up the length of the trunk. He | |
| looks higher. | |
| And higher. | |
| And higher. | |
| That's no tree trunk. That's a leg. Grant's jaw drops, his | |
| head falls all the way back, and he looks even higher, | |
| above the tree line. | |
| ELLIE | |
| (still looking at the | |
| leaf) | |
| This species of vermiform was been | |
| extinct since the cretaceous | |
| period. This thing -- | |
| Grant, never tearing his eyes from the brachiosaur, reaches | |
| over and grabs Ellie's head, turning it to face the animal. | |
| She sees it, and drops the leaf. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Oh -- my -- God. | |
| Grant lets out a long, sharp, HAH - a combination laugh and | |
| shout of joy. | |
| He gets out of the jeep, and Ellie follows. Grant points to | |
| the thing and manages to put together his first words since | |
| its appearance: | |
| GRANT | |
| THAT'S A DINOSAUR! | |
| -- a dinosaur. Chewing the branches. Technically, it's a | |
| brachiosaur, of the sauropod family, but we've always | |
| called it brontosaurus. It CRUCHES the branch in its mouth, | |
| which is some thirty-five feet up off the ground, at the | |
| end of its long, arching neck. It stares down at the people | |
| in the car with a pleasant, stupid gaze. | |
| 26. | |
| Ellie looks up at the sauropods in wonder. | |
| They've pretty light on their feet - a far cry from the | |
| sluggish, lumbering brutes we would have expected. | |
| Hammond gets out of his jeep and comes back to join them. | |
| He looks like a proud parent showing off the kid. | |
| Ian Malcolm looks at Hammond, amazed, and with an | |
| expression that is a mixture of admiration and | |
| rapprochement. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| You did it. You crazy son of a | |
| bitch, you did it. | |
| Grant and Ellie continue walking, following the dinosaur. | |
| GRANT | |
| The movement! | |
| ELLIE | |
| The -- agility. You're right! | |
| In their amazement, Grant and Ellie talk right over each | |
| other. | |
| GRANT | |
| Ellie, we can tear up the rule book | |
| on cold-bloodedness. It doesn't | |
| apply, they're totally wrong! This | |
| is a warm-blooded creature. They're | |
| totally wrong. | |
| ELLIE | |
| They were wrong. Case closed. This | |
| thing doesn't live in a swamp to | |
| support it's body weight for God's | |
| sake! | |
| Several of the top branches are suddenly RIPPED away. | |
| Another sauropod, reaching for a branch high above their | |
| heads, stands effortlessly on its hind legs. | |
| GRANT | |
| (to Hammond) | |
| That thing's got a what, twenty- | |
| five, twenty-seven foot neck? | |
| HAMMOND | |
| The brachiosaur? Thirty. | |
| Grant and Ellie continue to walk. | |
| 27. | |
| GRANT | |
| -- and you're going to sit there | |
| and try to tell me it can push | |
| blood up a thirty-foot neck without | |
| a four-chambered heart and get | |
| around like that?! Like that!? | |
| (to Hammond) | |
| This is like a knockout punch for | |
| warm-bloodedness. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| (proudly) | |
| We clocked the T-rex at thirty-two | |
| miles an hour. | |
| ELLIE | |
| You've got a T-rex!? | |
| (to Grant) | |
| He's got a T-rex! A T-rex! He said | |
| he's -- | |
| GRANT | |
| Say again? | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Yes, we have a T-rex. | |
| Grant feels faint. He sits down on the ground. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Honey, put your head between your | |
| knees, and breathe. | |
| Hammond walks in front of them and looks out. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Dr. Grant, my dear Dr. Sattler. | |
| Welcome to Jurassic Park. | |
| They turn and look at the view again. It's beautiful vista, | |
| reminiscent of an African plain. A whole herd of dinosaurs | |
| crosses the plain, maybe a hundred that we see in a quick | |
| glance alone. | |
| GRANT | |
| Ellie, they're absolutely -- | |
| they're moving in herds. They do | |
| move in herds! | |
| ELLIE | |
| We were right! | |
| GRANT | |
| 28. | |
| (to Hammond) | |
| How did you do it?! | |
| (or) | |
| How did you do this?! | |
| HAMMOND | |
| I'll show you. | |
| Finally, we notice Gennaro, who was sort of faded into the | |
| background while the others reacted. He's just staring, a | |
| look of absolute rapture on his face. | |
| He speaks in a voice that is hushed and reverent. | |
| GENNARO | |
| We are going to make a fortune with | |
| this place. | |
| 12 EXT. MAIN COMPOUND - DAY 12 | |
| The main of Jurassic Park is a large area with three main | |
| structures connected by walkways and surrounded by two | |
| impressive fences, the outer fence almost twenty feet high. | |
| Outside the fences, the jungle has been encouraged to grow | |
| naturally. | |
| The largest building is the visitor's center, several | |
| stories tall, its walls still skeletal, unfinished. There's | |
| a huge glass rotunda in the center. | |
| The second building looks like a private residence, a | |
| compound unto itself, with smoked windows and its own | |
| perimeter fence. | |
| The third structure isn't really a building at all, but the | |
| impressive cage we saw earlier, overgrown inside with thick | |
| jungle foliage. The jeeps pull up in front of the visitor's | |
| center. | |
| 13 EXT. VISITOR'S CENTER - DAY 13 | |
| HAMMOND leads GRANT, ELLIE, GENNARO, and MALCOLM up the | |
| stairs, talking as he goes, Two ladies open the doors to | |
| the Visitor Center. | |
| 14 INT. VISITOR'S CENTER - DAY 14 | |
| 29. | |
| The lobby of the still-unfinished visitor's center is a | |
| high-ceilinged place, and has to be house its central | |
| feature, a large skeleton of a tyrannosaur that is | |
| attacking bellowing sauropod. | |
| WORKMEN in the basket of a Condor crane are still | |
| assembling skeletons. | |
| A staircase climbs the far wall, to another wing. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| (continuing) | |
| -- the most advanced amusement park | |
| in the world, combining all the | |
| latest technologies. I'm not | |
| talking rides, you know. Everybody | |
| has rides. We made a living | |
| biological attractions so | |
| astonishing they'll capture the | |
| imagination of the entire planet! | |
| Grant stares up at the dinosaur skeletons and just shakes | |
| his head. | |
| Ellie catches his reaction. | |
| ELLIE | |
| So what are you thinking? | |
| GRANT | |
| We're out of a job. | |
| Ian Malcolm pops in between them | |
| MALCOLM | |
| Don't you mean "extinct"? | |
| Ellie and Malcolm move on ahead. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 15 INT. SHOW ROOM - DAY 15 | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Why don't you all sit down. | |
| GRANT, ELLIE, and MALCOLM take their seats in the front row | |
| of the fifty seat auditorium. GENNARO sits behind them. | |
| HAMMOND walks over to the giant screen in front of them. | |
| Behind him, a huge image of himself beams down at him from | |
| the giant television screen. | |
| 30. | |
| HAMMOND (SCREEN) | |
| Hello, John! | |
| HAMMOND (STAGE) | |
| (to the group) | |
| Say hello! | |
| (then, fumbling with his | |
| three by five cards) | |
| Oh, I've got lines. | |
| He scans them, looking for his place. The screen Hammond | |
| continues without him, | |
| HAMMOND (SCREEN) | |
| Fine, I guess! But how did I get | |
| here?! | |
| HAMMOND (STAGE) | |
| Uh - - | |
| (finding his place) | |
| "Here, let me show you. First I'll | |
| need a drop of blood. Your blood!" | |
| The screen-Hammond extends his finger and the stage-Hammond | |
| reaches out and mimes pocking it with a needle. | |
| HAMMOND (SCREEN) | |
| Ouch, John! That hurt! | |
| HAMMOND (STAGE) | |
| "Relax, John. It's all part of the | |
| miracle of cloning!" | |
| While the two Hammonds rattle on, the screen image splits | |
| into two Hammonds, then four then eight, and so on, like a | |
| shampoo commercial. | |
| Grant, Ellie, and Malcolm huddle together excitedly in the | |
| audience. | |
| GRANT | |
| Cloning from What?! Loy extraction | |
| has never recreated an intact DNA | |
| strand! | |
| MALCOLM | |
| Not without massive sequence gaps! | |
| ELLIE | |
| Paleo-DNA? From what source? Where | |
| do you get 100 million year old | |
| dinosaur blood?! | |
| 31. | |
| GENNARO | |
| Shhhhh! | |
| IN THE FILM, the screen-Hammond is joined by another | |
| figure, this one animated. MR. DNA is a cartoon character, | |
| a happy-go-lucky double-helix strand of recombinant DNA. | |
| Mr. DNA jumps down onto the screen-Hammond's head and | |
| slides down his nose. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Well! Mr. DNA! Where'd you come | |
| from? | |
| MR. DNA | |
| From your blood! Just one drop of | |
| your blood contains billions of | |
| strands of DNA, the building blocks | |
| of life! | |
| IN THE FILM, Mr. DNA has taken over the show, and is | |
| speaking to the audience from the screen. | |
| MR. DNA | |
| A DNA strand like me is a blueprint | |
| for building a living thing! And | |
| sometimes animals that went extinct | |
| millions of years ago, like | |
| dinosaurs, left their blueprints | |
| behind for us to find! We just had | |
| to know where to look! | |
| The screen image changes from animated to a nature- | |
| photography look. It's an extreme close-up of a mosquito, | |
| its fangs suck the deep into some animals flesh, its body | |
| pulsing and engorging with blood it's drinking. | |
| MR. DNA | |
| A hundred million years ago, there | |
| were mosquitoes, just like today. | |
| And, just like today, they fed on | |
| the blood of animals. Even | |
| dinosaurs! | |
| The camera races back to show the mosquito is perched on | |
| top of a giant animated brachiosaur. | |
| The image changes, to another close-up, this one of a tree | |
| branch, its bark glistening with golden sap. Mr. DNA leaps | |
| on the sap. | |
| MR. DNA | |
| 32. | |
| Sometimes, after biting a dinosaur, | |
| the mosquito would land on a branch | |
| of a tree, and get stuck in the | |
| sap! | |
| The engorged mosquito lands in the tree sap, and gets | |
| stuck. So is Mr. DNA. He tugs his legs, but they stay | |
| stuck. | |
| MR. DNA | |
| WHOA! | |
| Now the tree sap flows over them, covering up Mr. DNA and | |
| the mosquito completely. Mr. DNA SHOUTS from inside the | |
| tree sap. | |
| MR. DNA | |
| After a long time, the tree sap | |
| would get hard and become | |
| fossilized, just like a dinosaur | |
| bone, preserving the mosquito | |
| inside! | |
| 16 INT. A SCIENCE LABORATORY 16 | |
| The place buzzes with activity. Everywhere, there are piles | |
| of amber, tagged and labeled with SCIENTISTS in white coats | |
| examining it under microscopes. | |
| One SCIENTIST moves a complicated drill apparatus next to | |
| the chuck of amber with a fossilized mosquito inside and | |
| BORES into the side of it. MR. DNA escapes through the | |
| drill hole as the Scientist moves the amber onto a | |
| microscope and peers through the eyepiece. | |
| MR. DNA (O.S.) | |
| This fossilized tree sap -- which | |
| we call amber - waited millions of | |
| years, with the mosquito inside - | |
| until Jurassic Park's scientists | |
| came along! | |
| THROUGH THE MICROSCOPE | |
| We see the greatly enlarged image of a mosquito through the | |
| lens. | |
| MR. DNA (O.S.) | |
| Using sophisticated techniques, | |
| they extract the preserved blood | |
| from the mosquito, and - - | |
| 33. | |
| A long needle is inserted through the amber, into the | |
| thorax of the mosquito, and makes an extraction. | |
| MR. DNA | |
| - -Bingo! Dino DNA! | |
| Mr. DNA jumps down in front of DNA data as it races by at | |
| headache speed. He holds his head, dizzied by it. | |
| MR. DNA | |
| A full DNA strand contains three | |
| billion genetic codes! If we looked | |
| at screens like these once a second | |
| for eight hours a day, it'd take | |
| two years to look at the entire | |
| strand! It's that long! And since | |
| it's so old, it's full of holes! | |
| That's where our geneticists take | |
| over! | |
| 17 INT. GENETICS LAB - DAY 17 | |
| SCIENTISTS toil in a lab with two huge white towers at | |
| either side. | |
| MR. DNA | |
| Thinking Machine supercomputers and | |
| gene sequencers break down the | |
| strand in minutes -- | |
| One SCIENTIST, in the back has his arms encased in two long | |
| rubber tubes. He's strapped into a bizarre apparatus, | |
| staring into a complex headpiece and moving his arms | |
| gently, like Tai Chi movements. | |
| MR. DNA | |
| -- and Virtual Reality displays | |
| show our geneticists the gaps in | |
| the DNA sequence! Since most animal | |
| DNA is ninety percent identical, we | |
| use the complete DNA of a frog -- | |
| ON THE V.R. DISPLAY | |
| we see an actual DNA strand, except it has a big hole in | |
| the center, where the vital information is missing. Mr. DNA | |
| bounds into the frame, carrying a butch of letters in one | |
| hand. | |
| He puts it in the gap and turns back against it, GRUNTING | |
| as he shoves into place. | |
| 34. | |
| MR. DNA | |
| (straining) | |
| -- to fill in the -- holes and -- | |
| complete -- the -- | |
| (finally getting it) | |
| -- code! Whew! | |
| He brushes his hands off, satisfied. | |
| MR. DNA | |
| Now we can make a baby dinosaur! | |
| IN THE AUDIENCE | |
| The scientist look at each other, not sure. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| All this has some dramatic music -- | |
| da dum da dum da dum dum -- march | |
| or something, it's not written yet, | |
| and the tour moves on -- | |
| He throws a switch and safety bars appear out of nowhere | |
| and drop over their seats, CLICKING into place. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| For your own safety! | |
| The row of seats moves out of the auditorium. | |
| 18 INT. HALLWAY - DAY 18 | |
| The row of seats moves slowly past a row of double-panned | |
| glass window beneath a large sign that reads | |
| "GENETICS/FERTILIZATION/HATCHERY." Inside, TECHNICIANS work | |
| at microscopes. | |
| In the back is a section entirely lit by blue ultraviolet | |
| light. | |
| Mr. DNA VOICE continues over a speaker in each seat. | |
| MR. DNA (O.S.) | |
| Our fertilization department is | |
| where the dinosaur DNA takes the | |
| place of the DNA in unfertilized | |
| emu or ostrich eggs -- and then | |
| it's on to the nursery, where we | |
| welcome the dinosaurs back into the | |
| world! | |
| 35. | |
| GENNARO has a wondrous grin plastered on his face, just | |
| loving everything now. | |
| GENNARO | |
| This is overwhelming, John. Are | |
| these characters | |
| (people) | |
| animatronics? | |
| HAMMOND | |
| No, we don't have any animatronics | |
| here. These are the real miracle | |
| workers of Jurassic Park. | |
| GRANT, ELLIE, and MALCOLM are frustrated, leaning forward, | |
| straining against the safety bars for a better look. But | |
| the cars keep going. | |
| GRANT | |
| Wait a minute! How do you interrupt | |
| the cellular mitosis?!? | |
| ELLIE | |
| Can't we see the unfertilized host | |
| eggs?! | |
| But the cars are already moving on to another set of | |
| windows, which give a glimpse into what looks like a | |
| control room. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Shortly, shortly... | |
| MR. DNA (O.S.) | |
| Our control room contains some of | |
| the most sophisticated automation | |
| ever attempted in -- | |
| Grant strains to look back into the labs, but the cars move | |
| past again, no intention of slowing down. | |
| GRANT | |
| Can't you stop these things?! | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Sorry! It's kind of a ride! | |
| GRANT | |
| (to Malcolm) | |
| Let's get outta here! | |
| 36. | |
| The two of them team up on the safety bars. Grant shoves | |
| his all the way back with one foot and Malcolm does the | |
| same. They stand up and head for the door of the hatchery. | |
| GENNARO | |
| Hey! You can't do that! | |
| Too late. Ellie slips out from under her safety bar too and | |
| stomps right across Gennaro's seat. | |
| GENNARO | |
| Can they do that? | |
| They reach the door to the hatchery. Grant tries to shove | |
| it open, but just THUDS into it. He rattles the handle, but | |
| the door won't budge as it's on a security key-card system. | |
| HAMMOND steps up and takes his glasses off. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Relax, Donald, relax. They're | |
| scientists, They ought to be | |
| curious. | |
| (he steps up to the code | |
| box) | |
| It's a retinal scanner. | |
| He pushes various code numbers. The door opens. He steps | |
| aside, and the group eagerly goes up the stairs. | |
| 19 INT. HALLWAY - STAIRS - DAY 19 | |
| GRANT runs up the stairs. MALCOLM and ELLIE eagerly try to | |
| get a look at the lab. HAMMOND and GENNARO come up and join | |
| Grant at the door. | |
| GENNARO | |
| John, we -- what I'm just saying... | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Relax Donald, relax. They're | |
| scientists. They ought to be | |
| curious. | |
| Hammond reaches the door, Grant tries to pry it open. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Dr. Grant, just a minute, just a | |
| minute, | |
| (or) | |
| Dr. Grant, just a moment, dear boy. | |
| 37. | |
| (he pushes the code; the | |
| door opens) | |
| Remember what Samuel Johnson said. | |
| (they step into the | |
| cubicle) | |
| "Curiosity is one of the permanent | |
| and certain characteristics of a | |
| vigorous intellect!" | |
| (the second door opens) | |
| Right! Come along. | |
| 20 INT. HATCHERY - NURSERY - DAY 20 | |
| The hatchery is a vast, open room, bathed in infrared | |
| light. | |
| Long tables run the length of the place, all covered with | |
| eggs, their pale outlines obscured by hissing low mist | |
| that's all through the room. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Come on in. | |
| HAMMOND takes off his hat and hands it one of the | |
| technicians. | |
| HENRY WU, late twenties, Asian-American, wearing a white | |
| lab coat works at a nearby table, making notes. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Good day, Henry. | |
| WU | |
| Oh, good day, Sir. | |
| GRANT goes to a round, open with various eggs under a | |
| strong light. | |
| One of the eggs makes strong movements - a robotic arm | |
| steadies the shell. | |
| GRANT | |
| My God! Look! | |
| Hammond, Ellie, and Malcolm join him, as does Henry Wu. | |
| WU | |
| Ah, perfect timing! I'd hoped | |
| they'd hatch before I had to go to | |
| the boat. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| 38. | |
| Henry, why didn't you tell me? you | |
| know I insist on being here when | |
| they're born. | |
| Hammond puts on a pair of plastic gloves. | |
| The egg begins to crack. The robotic arm moves away...a | |
| BABY DINOSAUR tries to get out, just its head sticking out | |
| of the shell. | |
| Hammond reaches down and carefully breaks away egg | |
| fragments, helping the baby dinosaur out of its shell. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Come on, then, out you come. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| They imprint on the first living | |
| creature they come in contact with. | |
| That helps them to trust me. I've | |
| been present for the birth of every | |
| animal on this Island. Just look at | |
| that. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| Surely not the ones that have bred | |
| in the wild? | |
| WU | |
| Actually, they can't breed in the | |
| wild. Population control is one of | |
| our security precautions here. | |
| There is no unauthorized breeding | |
| in Jurassic Park. | |
| Grant and Ellie exchange a look. She manages not to smile. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| How do you know they can't breed? | |
| WU | |
| Because all the animals in Jurassic | |
| Park are females. | |
| (I've) | |
| We engineered them that way. | |
| Hammond keeps his attention trained on the new dinosaur. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| There you are. Out you come. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Oh my God. | |
| 39. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Could I have a tissue please? | |
| WU | |
| Right away. | |
| (certainly) | |
| Coming right up. | |
| The animal is now free, Hammond sets in don carefully next | |
| to its shell. Grant picks it up and holds it in the palm of | |
| his hand, under the incubator's heat light. | |
| GRANT | |
| Blood temperature feels like high | |
| eighties. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Wu? | |
| WU | |
| Ninety-one. | |
| Grant picks up the large, broken half-shell, but the | |
| robotic arm snatches it back out of his hand, and puts it | |
| down. | |
| GRANT | |
| Homoeothermic? It holds that | |
| temperature? | |
| (to Wu) | |
| Incredible. | |
| Malcolm is looking at Hammond, skeptical. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| But again, how do you know they're | |
| all female? Does someone go into | |
| the park and, uh -- lift up the | |
| dinosaurs' skirts? | |
| WU | |
| We control their chromosomes. It's | |
| not that difficult. All vertebrate | |
| embryos are inherently female | |
| anyway. It takes an extra hormone | |
| at the right developmental stage to | |
| create a male, and we simply deny | |
| them that. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Your silence intrigues me. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| 40. | |
| John, the kind of control you're | |
| attempting is not possible. If | |
| there's one thing the history of | |
| evolution has taught us, it's that | |
| life will not be contained. Life | |
| breaks free. It expands to new | |
| territories. It crashes through | |
| barriers. Painfully, maybe even... | |
| dangerously, but and...well, there | |
| it is. | |
| Ellie listens to him, impressed. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Watch her head -- support her head. | |
| Grant, ignoring the others, picks up the baby dinosaur, and | |
| holds it on the palm of his hand, under the incubator's | |
| heat light. He spreads the tiny animal out on the back of | |
| his hand and delicately runs his finger over its tail, | |
| counting the vertebrae. A look of puzzled recognition | |
| crosses his face. | |
| WU | |
| You're implying that a group of | |
| composed entirely of females will | |
| breed? | |
| MALCOLM | |
| I'm simply saying that life -- | |
| finds a way. | |
| ELLIE | |
| "You can't control anything." I | |
| agree with that. I like that. | |
| She walks over to Malcolm, he smiles at her, too warmly. | |
| ELLIE | |
| You can talk. I don't k now how to | |
| say it. You're just articulate. You | |
| say everything that I think, that I | |
| feel. It's exciting. | |
| (or) | |
| I find it so exciting. It's | |
| exciting that you can't control | |
| life, that you know -- | |
| (or) | |
| You know that, I find it | |
| terrifying. Life will always find a | |
| way. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| 41. | |
| That's right. Will break through. | |
| ELLIE | |
| I get ah -- | |
| MALCOLM | |
| I know, it's very exciting. | |
| ELLIE | |
| And scary. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| And scary. | |
| ELLIE | |
| When people try to control things | |
| that it's out of their power -- | |
| MALCOLM | |
| It's anti-nature. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Anti-nature. | |
| Grant doesn't notice, as he's still obsessed with the | |
| infant dinosaur, measuring and weighing it on a nearby lab | |
| bench. He stops, a strange look on his face. He knows what | |
| this animal is -- but it can't be. | |
| GRANT | |
| (dreading the answer) | |
| What species is this? | |
| WU | |
| Uh -- it's a Velociraptor. | |
| Grant and Ellie turn slowly and look at each other, then | |
| look at Hammond, astonished. | |
| GRANT | |
| You bred raptors? | |
| 21 EXT. RAPTOR PEN - DAY 21 | |
| Grant charges across the compound, a fire in his eyes, | |
| ahead of ELLIE, MALCOLM, and GENNARO. HAMMOND struggles to | |
| keep up. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Dr. Grant, Dr. Grant? Uh -- we | |
| planned to show you the raptors | |
| later, after lunch. | |
| 42. | |
| But Grant has stopped abruptly next to the Velociraptor | |
| pen, which we recognize as the heavily fortified cage we | |
| some earlier, which the San Quentin towers at one end. | |
| Grant stands right up against the fence, eyes wide, dying | |
| for a glimpse. | |
| HAMMOND catches up, slightly out of breath. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Dr. Grant -- as I was saying, we've | |
| laid out lunch for you before you | |
| head out into the park. Alejandro, | |
| our gourmet chef -- | |
| GRANT | |
| What are they doing? | |
| As they watch, a giant crane lowers something large down | |
| into the middle of the jungle foliage inside the pen. | |
| Something very large. | |
| It's a steer. They poor thing looks disconcerted as hell, | |
| helpless its in a harness, flailing its legs in the air. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Feeding them. | |
| (moving along) | |
| Alejandro is preparing a delightful | |
| meal for us. A Chilean sea bass, I | |
| believe. Shall we? | |
| Grant goes up to the viewing deck. The others follow, | |
| staring as the steer disappears into the shroud of foliage. | |
| The line from the crane hangs for a moment. | |
| The jungle seems to grow very quiet. They all stare at the | |
| motionless crane line. It jerks suddenly, like a fishing | |
| pole finally getting a nibble. There's a pause -- | |
| -- and then a frenzy. The line jerks every which way, the | |
| jungle plants sway and SNAP from some frantic activity | |
| within, there is a cacophony of GROWLING, of SNAPPING, of | |
| wet CRUNCHES that mean the steer is literally being torn to | |
| pieces and is almost makes it worse that we can't see | |
| anything of what's going on -- | |
| -- and then it's quiet again. The line jerks a few times, | |
| then stops. Slowly the SOUND of the jungle starts up again. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Fascinating animals, fascinating. | |
| 43. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Oh my God. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Give time, they'll out draw the T- | |
| rex. Guarantee it. | |
| GRANT | |
| I want to see them. Can we get | |
| closer? | |
| Ellie puts a hand on his arm, like calming an overexcited | |
| child. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Alan, these aren't bones anymore. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| We're -- still perfecting a viewing | |
| system. The raptors seem to be a | |
| bit resistant to integration into a | |
| park setting. | |
| A VOICE comes from behind them. | |
| VOICE (O.S.) | |
| They should all be destroyed. | |
| They turn and look at the man who spoke. ROBERT MULDOON, | |
| the grim-faced man who was present at the accident in the | |
| beginning, is fortyish, British. | |
| He joins them and takes his hat off. When Muldoon talks, | |
| you listen. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Robert. Robert Muldoon, my game | |
| warden from Kenya. Bit of an | |
| alarmist, I'm afraid, But he's | |
| dealt with the raptors more than | |
| anyone. | |
| GRANT | |
| (introducing himself) | |
| Alan Grant. Tell me, what kind of | |
| metabolism do they have? What's | |
| their growth rate? | |
| (or) | |
| rate of growth. | |
| MULDOON | |
| 44. | |
| They're lethal at eight months. And | |
| I do lethal. I've hunted most | |
| things that can hunt you, but the | |
| way these things move -- | |
| GRANT | |
| Fast for biped? | |
| MULDOON | |
| Cheetah speed. Fifty, sixty miles | |
| per hour if they ever got out in | |
| the open. And they're astonishing | |
| jumpers. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Yes, yes, yes, which is why we take | |
| extreme precautions. They viewing | |
| area below us will have eight-inch | |
| tempered glass set in reinforced | |
| steel frames to -- | |
| GRANT | |
| Do they show intelligence? With the | |
| brain cavity like theirs we assumed | |
| -- | |
| MULDOON | |
| They show extreme intelligence, | |
| even problem solving. Especially | |
| the big one. We bred eight | |
| originally, but when she came in, | |
| she took over the pride and killed | |
| all but two of the others. That one | |
| -- when she looks at you, you can | |
| see she's thinking | |
| (or) | |
| working things out. She's the | |
| reason we have to feed 'em like | |
| this. She had them all attacking | |
| the fences when the feeders came. | |
| ELLIE | |
| The fences are electrified, right? | |
| MULDOON | |
| That's right. But they never attack | |
| the same place twice. They were | |
| testing the fences for weaknesses. | |
| Systematically. They remembered. | |
| 45. | |
| Behind them, the crane WHIRRS back to life, raising the | |
| cable back up out of the raptor pen. The guest turn and | |
| stare as the end portion of the cable becomes visible. The | |
| steer has been dragged completely away, leaving only the | |
| tattered, bloody harness. | |
| Hammond claps his hands together excitedly. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Who's hungry? After you, my dear. | |
| 22 INT. VISITOR CENTER PRESENTATION ROOM - DAY 22 | |
| HAMMOND, GRANT, ELLIE, MALCOLM, and GANNARO eat lunch at a | |
| long table in the visitor's center restaurant. | |
| There is a large buffet table and two WAITERS to serve | |
| them. | |
| The room is darkened and Hammond is showing slides of | |
| various scenes all around them. Hammond's own recorded | |
| voice describes current and future features of the park | |
| while the slides flash artists' renderings of all them. | |
| The real Hammond turns and speaks over the narration. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| None of these attractions have been | |
| finished yet. The park will open | |
| with the basic tour you're about to | |
| take, and then other rides will | |
| come on line after six or twelve | |
| months. Absolutely spectacular | |
| designs. Spared no expense. | |
| More slides CLICK past, a series of graphs dealing with | |
| profits, attendance and other fiscal projections. Donald | |
| Gennaro, who has become increasingly friendly with Hammond, | |
| even giddy, grins from ear to ear. | |
| GENNARO | |
| And we can charge anything we want! | |
| Two thousand a day, ten thousand a | |
| day -- people will pay it! And then | |
| there's the merchandising -- | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Donald, this park was not built to | |
| carter only to the super rich. | |
| Everyone in the world's got a right | |
| to enjoy these animals. | |
| 46. | |
| GENNARO | |
| Sure, they will, they will. | |
| (laughing) | |
| We'll have a -- coupon day or | |
| something. | |
| Grant looks down, at the plate he's eating from. It's in | |
| the shape of the island itself. He looks at his drinking | |
| cup. It's got a T-rex on it, and a splashy Jurassic Park | |
| logo. | |
| There are a stack of folded amusement park-style maps on | |
| the table in front of Grant. He picks one up. Boldly, | |
| across the top it says, "Fly United to Jurassic Park!" | |
| HAMMOND | |
| (on tape) | |
| -- from combined revenue streams | |
| for all three parks should reach | |
| eight to nine billion dollars a | |
| year -- | |
| HAMMOND | |
| (to Gennaro) | |
| That's conservative, of course. | |
| There's no reason to speculate | |
| wildly. | |
| GENNARO | |
| I've never been a rich man. I hear | |
| it's nice. Is it nice? | |
| Ian Malcolm, who was been watching the screens with | |
| outright contempt, SNORTS, as if he's finally had enough. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| The lack of humility before nature | |
| that's been displayed here staggers | |
| me. | |
| They all turn and look at him. | |
| GENNARO | |
| Thank you, Dr. Malcolm, but I think | |
| things are a little different than | |
| you and I feared. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| Yes, I know. They're a lot worse. | |
| GENNARO | |
| 47. | |
| Now, wait a second, we haven't even | |
| see the park yet. Let's just hold | |
| out concerns until -- | |
| (or alt. version) | |
| Wait -- we were invited to this | |
| island to evaluate the safety | |
| conditions of the park, physical | |
| containment. The theories that all | |
| simple systems have complex | |
| behavior, that animals in a zoo | |
| environment will eventually begin | |
| to behave in an unpredictable | |
| fashion have nothing to do with | |
| that evaluation. This is not some | |
| existential furlough, this is an | |
| on-site inspection. You are a | |
| doctor. Do your job. You are | |
| invalidating your own assessment. | |
| I'm sorry, John -- | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Alright Donald, alright, but just | |
| let him talk. I want to hear all | |
| viewpoints. I truly do. | |
| (or) | |
| I truly am. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| Don't you see the danger, John, | |
| inherent in what you're doing here? | |
| Genetic power is the most awesome | |
| force ever seen on this planet. But | |
| you wield it like a kid who's found | |
| his dad's gun. | |
| MALCOLM GENNARO | |
| If I may... It is hardly | |
| appropriate to start hurling Excuse | |
| me, excuse me -- generalizations | |
| before -- I'll tell you. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| 48. | |
| The problem with scientific power | |
| you've used is it didn't require | |
| any discipline to attain it. You | |
| read what others had done and you | |
| took the next step. You didn't earn | |
| the knowledge yourselves, so you | |
| don't take the responsibility for | |
| it. You stood on the shoulders of | |
| geniuses to accomplish something as | |
| fast as you could, and before you | |
| knew what you had, you patented it, | |
| packages it, slapped in on a | |
| plastic lunch box, and now you want | |
| to sell it. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| You don't give us our due credit. | |
| Our scientists have done things no | |
| one could ever do before. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| Your scientists were so preoccupied | |
| with whether or not they could that | |
| they didn't stop to think if they | |
| should. Science can create | |
| pesticides, but it can't tell us | |
| not to use them. Science can make a | |
| nuclear reactor, but it can't tell | |
| us not to build it! | |
| HAMMOND | |
| But this is nature! Why not give an | |
| extinct species a second chance?! I | |
| mean, Condors. Condors are on the | |
| verge of extinction -- if I'd | |
| created a flock of them on the | |
| island, you wouldn't be saying any | |
| of this! | |
| (or) | |
| have anything to say at all! | |
| MALCOLM | |
| Hold on -- this is no species that | |
| was obliterated by deforestation or | |
| the building of a dam. Dinosaurs | |
| had their shot. Nature selected | |
| them for extinction. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| I don't understand this Luddite | |
| attitude, especially from a | |
| scientist. How could we stand in | |
| the light of discovery and not act? | |
| 49. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| There's nothing that great about | |
| discovery. | |
| (or) | |
| What's so great about discovery? | |
| It's a violent, penetrative act | |
| that scars what it explores. What | |
| you call discovery I call the rape | |
| of the natural world! | |
| GENNARO | |
| Please -- let's hear something from | |
| the others. Dr. Grant? I am sorry - | |
| - Dr. Sattler? | |
| ELLIE | |
| The question is -- how much can you | |
| know about an extinct ecosystem, | |
| and therefore, how could you assume | |
| you can control it? You have plants | |
| right here in this building, for | |
| example, that are poisonous. You | |
| picked them because they look | |
| pretty, but these are aggressive | |
| living things that have no idea | |
| what century they're living in and | |
| will defend themselves. Violently, | |
| if necessary. | |
| Exasperated, Hammond turns to Grant, who looks shell- | |
| shocked. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Dr. Grant, if there's one person | |
| who can appreciate all of this -- | |
| (or) | |
| What am I trying to do? | |
| But Grant speaks quietly, really thrown by all of this. | |
| GRANT | |
| I feel -- elated and -- frightened | |
| and -- | |
| (starts over) | |
| The world has just changed so | |
| radically. We're all running to | |
| catch up. I don't want to jump to | |
| any conclusions, but look -- | |
| He leans forward, a look of true concern on his face. | |
| GRANT | |
| 50. | |
| Dinosaurs and man -- two species | |
| separated by 65 million years of | |
| evolution -- have just been | |
| suddenly thrown back into the mix | |
| together. How can we have the | |
| faintest idea of what to expect? | |
| HAMMOND | |
| I don't believe it. I expected you | |
| to come down here and defend me | |
| from these characters and the only | |
| one I've got on my side it the | |
| bloodsucking lawyer!? | |
| GENNARO | |
| Thank you. | |
| One of the WAITERS whispers to Hammond. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Ah -- they're here. | |
| GRANT | |
| Who? | |
| 23 INT. VISITOR'S CENTER LOBBY - DAY 23 | |
| HAMMOND, GRANT, ELLIE, MALCOLM, and GENNARO walks out of | |
| the restaurant and into the lobby of the visitor's center. | |
| They head down the stairs, and pass the skeletons of the | |
| dinosaurs again. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| You four are going to have a little | |
| company out in the park. Spend a | |
| little time with our target | |
| audience. Maybe they'll help you | |
| get the spirit of this place. | |
| GRANT | |
| What does he mean by "target | |
| audience"? | |
| Hammond turns toward the door of the center and throws his | |
| arms out expansively. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| (bellowing) | |
| KIDS!! | |
| 51. | |
| Two kids standing in the doorway to the center break into a | |
| broad smiles. TIM, the boy, is about nine years old; | |
| ALEXIX, his sister, looks around twelve. | |
| TIM & LEX | |
| Grandpa! | |
| They race across the lobby and into Hammond's arms, | |
| knocking him over on the steps. | |
| LEX | |
| We miss you. | |
| TIM | |
| Thanks for the presents. | |
| LEX | |
| We love the presents. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| You must be careful with me. Did | |
| you like the helicopter? | |
| TIM | |
| It was great! It drops, we were | |
| dropping! | |
| Grant looks on. | |
| 24 EXT. VISITOR'S CENTER - DAY 24 | |
| Two modified Ford Explorers leap up out of an underground | |
| garage beneath the visitor's center. They move quietly, | |
| with a faint electronic HUM, and straddle a partially | |
| buried metal rail is the middle of the road. They pull to a | |
| stop where the group is gathered. | |
| Ellie is off to the side with ALEXIS, introducing herself | |
| warmly. | |
| HAMMOND is with MALCOLM, GRANT, and GENNARO. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Have a heart gentlemen. Their | |
| parents are getting a divorce and | |
| they need the diversion. | |
| GENNARO | |
| Hey! Where are the brakes? | |
| HAMMOND | |
| 52. | |
| Brakes? No. No brakes. They're | |
| electric cars, guided by this track | |
| in the roadway, and totally non- | |
| polluting, top of the line! | |
| LEX | |
| It's interactive CD-ROM. Look, see | |
| -- you just touch the right part of | |
| the screen and it talks about | |
| whatever you want. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Spared no expense. Have fun. I'll | |
| be watching you from the control | |
| (or) | |
| back in control. | |
| (to Ellie) | |
| Come along, my dear. You'll ride in | |
| the second car, I can promise you | |
| you'll have a real wonderful time. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Oh thank you so much. So you'll see | |
| you later then. | |
| Hammond turns and head back towards the Visitor's Center. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| (too eagerly; to Grant) | |
| I'll ride with Dr. Sattler. | |
| (or) | |
| I'm going to ride with Dr. Sattler. | |
| He turns and walks over to Ellie. Grant frowns, not liking | |
| this one bit. He moves to follow, but TIM cuts him off, and | |
| stares up at him, wide-eyed | |
| TIM | |
| I read your book. | |
| GRANT | |
| Oh, yeah -- great. | |
| Grant heads for the rear car. Tim follows. | |
| TIM | |
| You really think dinosaurs turned | |
| into birds? And that's where all | |
| the dinosaurs went? | |
| Grant opens the door of the rear car and climbs in. Tim | |
| follows. | |
| 53. | |
| GRANT | |
| Well, uh, a few species -- may have | |
| evolved, uh -- along those lines -- | |
| yeah. | |
| A mechanical voice intones from inside: | |
| VOICE | |
| "Two to four passengers to a car, | |
| please. Children under ten must be | |
| accompanied by an adult." | |
| Tim is right behind Grant, so Grant keeps moving, across | |
| the back seat of the car and out the other door. But Tim | |
| follows. | |
| TIM | |
| Because they sure don't look like | |
| birds to me. I heard a meteor hit | |
| the earth and made like this one | |
| hundred mile crater someplace down | |
| in Mexico -- | |
| GRANT | |
| Listen, ahh -- | |
| TIM | |
| Tim. | |
| GRANT | |
| Tim. Which car were you planning on | |
| -- | |
| TIM | |
| Whichever one you are. | |
| Grant goes to the front car again, opens the rear door, and | |
| holds it for Tim, who climbs in the back seat, rattling on | |
| and on. | |
| TIM | |
| Then I head about this thing in | |
| OMNI? About the meteor making all | |
| this heat that made a bunch of | |
| diamond dust? And that changed the | |
| weather and they died because of | |
| the weather? Then my teacher told | |
| me about this other book by a guy | |
| named Bakker? And he said the | |
| dinosaurs died of a bunch of | |
| diseases. | |
| 54. | |
| SLAM! Grant closes the car door on Tim. He turns and head | |
| for the rear vehicle -- | |
| -- and bumps right into Lex. | |
| LEX | |
| (points at Ellie) | |
| She said I should ride with you | |
| because it would be good for you. | |
| Grant looks over at Ellie, annoyed. | |
| GRANT | |
| She's a deeply neurotic woman. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 25 INT. CONTROL ROOM - DAY 25 | |
| The Jurassic Park control room looks like a mission control | |
| for a space launch, with several computer terminals and | |
| dozens of video screens that display images of various | |
| dinosaurs, taken from all over the park. | |
| There's a large glass map of the island at the front of the | |
| room that is lit up like a Christmas tree with various | |
| colored lights, each one with a number and identification | |
| code next to it. | |
| But the place is unfinished, with unattached cables, | |
| construction materials, and ladders scattered about. | |
| The mood among the half dozen TECHNICIANS present is | |
| chaotic as they rush around with last-minute adjustments. | |
| MULDOON whisks in through the double doors. HAMMOND is | |
| right behind him. They go straight to the main console, | |
| where RAY ARNOLD fortyish, a chronic worrier and chain- | |
| smoker, is seated. | |
| MULDOON | |
| National Weather Service is | |
| tracking a tropical storm about | |
| seventy-five miles west of us. | |
| Hammond sighs and looks over Arnold's shoulder. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Why didn't I build in Orlando? | |
| MULDOON | |
| 55. | |
| I'll keep an eye on it. Maybe it'll | |
| swing south like the last one. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| (a deep breath) | |
| Ray, start the tour program. | |
| He punches a button on the console. | |
| ARNOLD | |
| (not exactly comforting) | |
| Hold onto your butts. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 26 EXT. VISITOR'S CENTER - DAY 26 | |
| With a loud CHUNK, the Explorers start forward along the | |
| electrical pathway. | |
| GENNARO, TIM, and LEX are in the front vehicle; GRANT, | |
| ELLIE, and MALCOLM in the rear. | |
| 27 EXT. MAIN GATES - DAY 27 | |
| They pass through two enormous, primitive gates, torches | |
| blazing on either side. | |
| 28 EXT. JURASSIC PARK - DAY 28 | |
| IN THE REAR CAR, the Explorer's speakers BLARE with fanfare | |
| of trumpets, and the interior video screen flashes "Welcome | |
| to Jurassic Park." A familiar VOICE comes over the speaker: | |
| VOICE (O.S.) | |
| Welcome to Jurassic Park. You are | |
| now entering the lost world of the | |
| prehistoric past, a world - - | |
| VOICE | |
| creatures long gone from the face | |
| of the earth, which you are | |
| privileged to see for the first | |
| time. | |
| 29 INT. CONTROL ROOM 29 | |
| HAMMOND watches the monitor. His grandchildren are enjoying | |
| themselves. | |
| 56. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| By the way, that's James Earl Jones | |
| (or) | |
| Richard Kiley. We spared no | |
| expense! | |
| IN THE PARK, the fences are retaining walls are covered | |
| with greenery and growth, to heighten the illusion of | |
| moving through a jungle. | |
| IN THE FRONT CAR | |
| GENNARO | |
| The accident took place in a | |
| restricted area. It would not have | |
| been available to the public | |
| access. So how can the safety of | |
| the public be called into question? | |
| The cars come to the top of a low rise, where a break in | |
| the foliage gives them a view down a sloping field that is | |
| broken by a river. The tour voice continues. | |
| VOICE (O.S.) | |
| To the right, you will see a herd | |
| of the first dinosaurs on our tour, | |
| called Dilophosaurus. | |
| IN THE FRONT CAR, Tim and Lex practically SLAM up against | |
| the windows, to get a look. | |
| GENNARO | |
| (keeps talking) | |
| The safety. That's the problem I | |
| had to answer. | |
| LEX | |
| Shhh. | |
| TIM | |
| I can't see. | |
| GENNARO | |
| What are we looking for? | |
| TIM | |
| Dilophosaurus. | |
| IN THE REAR CAR, Grant looks at his map. Ellie, hearing the | |
| voice, reacts. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Oh, shit. | |
| 57. | |
| GRANT | |
| Dilophosaurus. | |
| Grant, Malcolm, and Ellie press against the windows. | |
| DOWN NEAR THE RIVER BANK there are a lot of beautiful | |
| plants, but no sign of a herd of anything. | |
| The tour voice continues anyway. | |
| VOICE (O.S.) | |
| One of the earliest carnivores, we | |
| now know Dilophosaurus is actually | |
| poisonous, spitting its venom at | |
| its prey, causing blindness and | |
| eventually paralysis, allowing the | |
| carnivore to eat at its leisure. | |
| This makes Dilophosaurus a | |
| beautiful, but deadly addition to | |
| Jurassic Park. | |
| Corny SCARY MUSIC plays over the speaker. | |
| IN THE FRONT CAR. | |
| TIM | |
| There's nothing there! | |
| IN THE REAR CAR. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Alan, where? | |
| Grant and the others sit back, disappointed. | |
| GRANT | |
| Damn. | |
| ON THE ROAD, the cars move on. As they roll past, we notice | |
| the headlights are on, even in the daytime. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 30 INT. CONTROL ROOM - DAY 30 | |
| RAY ARNOLD watches his computer screen and the video | |
| monitors at the same time, keeping an eye on the cars as | |
| they move through the park. HAMMOND hovers over his | |
| shoulder. | |
| ARNOLD | |
| 58. | |
| Vehicle headlights are on and don't | |
| respond. Those shouldn't be running | |
| off the car batteries. He signs and | |
| reaches for a clipboard hanging | |
| next to his chair and jots this | |
| down. | |
| ARNOLD | |
| Item one fifty-one on today's | |
| glitch list. We've got all the | |
| problems of a major theme park and | |
| a major zoo, and the computer's not | |
| even on its feet yet. | |
| Hammond shakes his head and turns to the TECHNICIAN to his | |
| right, who still has his back to them, watching a Costa | |
| Rican game show on one of his monitors and drinking a Jolt | |
| cola. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Dennis, our lives are in your hands | |
| and you have butterfingers. | |
| The Technician turns around his chair and extends his arms | |
| in a Christ-like pose. As we get a good look at him, we get | |
| the sinking feeling that we've seen him somewhere before. | |
| And we have. DENNIS NEDRY is the man who accepted a | |
| suitcase full of cash in San Jose. | |
| NEDRY | |
| I am totally unappreciated in my | |
| time. We can run the whole park | |
| from this room, with minimal staff, | |
| for up to three days. You think | |
| that kind of automation is easy? Or | |
| cheap? You know anybody who can | |
| network eight Connection Machines | |
| and de-bug two million lines of | |
| code for what I bid this job? | |
| Because I'd sure as hell like to | |
| see them try. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| I'm sorry about your financial | |
| problems. I really am. But they are | |
| your problems. | |
| NEDRY | |
| You're right, John. You're | |
| absolutely right. Everything's my | |
| problem. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| 59. | |
| I will not get drawn into another | |
| financial conversation with you, | |
| Dennis. I really will not. | |
| NEDRY | |
| I don't think there's been any | |
| debate. There's no debate...my | |
| mistakes... | |
| HAMMOND | |
| I don't blame people for their | |
| mistakes, but I do ask that they | |
| pay for them. | |
| NEDRY | |
| Thanks, Dad. | |
| ARNOLD | |
| Dennis -- the headlights. | |
| NEDRY | |
| I'll de-bug the tour program when | |
| they get back. Okay? It'll eat a | |
| lot of computer cycles; parts of | |
| the system may go down for a while | |
| -- Don't blame me. If I am | |
| playing...losing memory... | |
| MULDOON, who has been hovering near the video monitors as | |
| always, turns towards them, annoyed. | |
| MULDOON | |
| Quiet, all if you. They're coming | |
| to the tyrannosaur paddock. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 31 EXT. TYRANNOSAUR PADDOCK - DAY 31 | |
| The two Explorers drive along a high ridge and stop at the | |
| edge of the large, open plain that is separated from the | |
| road by a fifteen-foot fence, clearly marked with "DANGER!" | |
| signs and ominous-looking electrical post. | |
| TIM, LEX, and GENNARO are pressed forward against the | |
| windows, eyes wide, waiting for you-know-who. | |
| IN THE REAR CAR, the voice of the radio drones on, but | |
| GRANT, ELLIE, and MALCOLM aren't even listening anymore, | |
| dying of anticipation. | |
| VOICE (O.S.) | |
| 60. | |
| The mighty tyrannosaurus arose late | |
| in the dinosaur history. Dinosaurs | |
| ruled the earth for hundred and | |
| fifty million years, but it wasn't | |
| until the last- - | |
| GRANT | |
| Will you turn that thing off? | |
| Ellie flips a switch and they wait in silence -- except for | |
| Malcolm, who looks at the ceiling, thinking aloud. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| God creates dinosaurs. God destroys | |
| dinosaurs. God creates man. Man | |
| destroys God. Man creates | |
| dinosaurs. | |
| ELLIE | |
| (finishing it for him) | |
| Dinosaur eats man. Woman inherits | |
| the Earth. | |
| ARNOLD (O.S.) | |
| Hold on, we'll try to tempt the | |
| rex. | |
| IN THE PADDOCK, there is a low HUMMING sound. Out in the | |
| middle of the field, a small cage rises up into view, | |
| lifted on hydraulics from underground. | |
| The cage bars slide down, leaving the cage's occupant | |
| standing alone in the middle of the field. | |
| It's a goat, one leg chained to a stake. It looks around, | |
| confused, and BLEATS plaintively. | |
| IN THE FRONT CAR, LEX and TIM look at the goat with widely | |
| different reactions. | |
| LEX | |
| What's going to happen to the goat? | |
| He's going to eat the goat?! | |
| TIM | |
| (in heaven) | |
| Excellent. | |
| GENNARO | |
| (to Lex) | |
| What's the matter, kid, you never | |
| had lamb chops? | |
| 61. | |
| LEX | |
| I happen to be a vegetarian. | |
| IN THE REAR CAR. | |
| GRANT | |
| (shakes his head) | |
| T-rex doesn't want to be fed; he wants to hunt. You can't | |
| just suppress sixty-five million years of gut instinct. | |
| IN THE PADDOCK | |
| The goat waits. And waits. From the Explorers, six faces | |
| watch it expectantly. The goat tugs on its chain. It walks | |
| back and forth, nervous. It BLEATS. | |
| IN THE REAR CAR. | |
| Grant watches, his eyes glued, his breathing becoming a | |
| little more rapid. | |
| IN THE FRONT CAR. | |
| Tim and Lex can't tear their eyes away, | |
| IN THE PADDOCK, finally, the goat -- | |
| -- lays down. | |
| IN THE REAR CAR, everyone sits back, disappointed again, as | |
| the cars pull forward to continue the tour. Malcolm picks | |
| up the microphone. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| Now, eventually you do plan to have | |
| dinosaurs on your dinosaur tour, | |
| right? | |
| 32 INT. CONTROL ROOM - DAY 32 | |
| HAMMOND just shakes his head as Malcolm's voice comes | |
| through, | |
| HAMMOND | |
| I really hate that man. | |
| 33 EXT. PARK - DAY 33 | |
| 62. | |
| GRANT gets into the seat, leaving MALCOLM behind ELLIE. He | |
| longingly looks out of the opposite window, while Malcolm | |
| rattles on to Ellie. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| You see? The tyrannosaur doesn't | |
| obey set patterns or park | |
| schedules. It's the essence of | |
| Chaos. | |
| ELLIE | |
| I'm still not clear on Chaos. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| It simply deals with | |
| unpredictability in complex | |
| systems. It's only principle is the | |
| Butterfly Effect. A butterfly can | |
| flap its wings in Peking and in | |
| Central Park you get rain instead | |
| of sunshine. | |
| Ellie gestures with her hand to show this information has | |
| gone right over her head. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| I made a fly by, I go too fast. | |
| Looking out of the opposite window, Grant sees movement at | |
| the far end of a field. He sits bolt upright, trying to get | |
| a better look. | |
| Malcolm, looking for another example -- | |
| MALCOLM | |
| (points to the glass of | |
| water) | |
| Here. Give me your glass of water. | |
| He dips his hand into the glass of water. He takes Ellie's | |
| hand in his own. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| Make like hieroglyphics. Now watch | |
| the way the drop of water falls on | |
| your hand. | |
| He flicks his fingers and a drop falls on the back of | |
| Ellie's hand. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| 63. | |
| Ready? Freeze your hand. Now I'm | |
| going to do the same thing from the | |
| exact same place. Which way is the | |
| drop going to roll off? | |
| (or) | |
| Which way will the drop roll? Over | |
| which finger? Or down your thumb? | |
| Or to the other side? | |
| ELLIE | |
| Uh -- thumb! | |
| (or) | |
| The same way. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| It changed. Why? | |
| (or) | |
| Okay, back over your wrist. | |
| (then) | |
| Because and here is the principle | |
| of tiny variations -- the | |
| orientations of the hairs -- | |
| ELLIE | |
| Alan, listen to this. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| -- on your hand, the amount of | |
| blood distending in your vessels, | |
| imperfections in the skin -- | |
| ELLIE | |
| Oh, imperfections? | |
| MALCOLM | |
| Microscopic -- never repeat, and | |
| vastly affect the outcome. That's | |
| what? | |
| ELLIE | |
| Unpredictability... | |
| MALCOLM | |
| And even if we haven't seen it yet, | |
| I'm quite sure it's going on in | |
| this park right now. There's | |
| definitely something out in that | |
| field, and Grant has to see it. | |
| He jerks on the door handle and opens his door a few | |
| inches. He looks outside towards freedom, then looks around | |
| to is anybody's watching him. | |
| 64. | |
| Malcolm lowers his voice, becoming more seductive now. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| Life's a lot like that, isn't it? | |
| You meet someone by chance you'll | |
| never meet again, and the course of | |
| your whole future changes. It's | |
| dynamic -- its exciting -- I think. | |
| Grant throws the door open and bolts out of the moving car. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| There, there see?! I'm right again! | |
| ELLIE | |
| Alan? | |
| MALCOLM | |
| No one could have predicted Dr. | |
| Grant would suddenly jump out of a | |
| moving vehicle! | |
| ELLIE | |
| Alan? | |
| She jumps out too and follows him into the field. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| There's another example! | |
| IN THE FRONT CAR. | |
| TIM | |
| Hey! I want to go with them! | |
| IN THE REAR CAR. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| See? Here I am now, by myself, | |
| talking to myself -- that's Chaos | |
| Theory! What the hell am I doing | |
| here? I'm the only one who knows | |
| what's going on, etc, etc... | |
| 34 INT. CONTROL ROOM - DAY 34 | |
| HAMMOND, MULDOON, and ARNOLD stare at the video monitor | |
| incredulously as everyone now pouts out of the cars and | |
| follows Grant down the hill. | |
| The cars roll on slowly, empty, their doors hanging open. | |
| 65. | |
| ARNOLD | |
| Uh -- Mr. Hammond -- | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Stop the program! Stop the program! | |
| MULDOON | |
| There you are! How many times did I | |
| tell you we needed locking | |
| mechanisms on the vehicle doors! | |
| ACROSS THE ROOM | |
| DENNIS NEDRY sneaks a peek at the video monitor. It shows | |
| an image of the steel door, plainly marked -- "EMBRYONIC | |
| COLD STORAGE. RESTRICTED!" | |
| He looks to another monitor, which is labeled "EAST DOCK." | |
| The monitor shows a supply ship, moored at the dock. Its | |
| cargo is being uploaded and a large group of WORKERS is | |
| filing aboard. | |
| Nedry has something in the counter, where no one can see | |
| it. | |
| It's a can of shaving cream. | |
| 35 EXT. PARK - DAY 35 | |
| GRANT, ELLIE, GENNARO, and the KIDS are out in the open | |
| field, heading towards a small stand of trees. For the | |
| first time, we notice the sky is darken rather early in the | |
| day. Tim dogs Grant's footsteps, so excited he can hardly | |
| keep his feet on the ground. | |
| TIM | |
| So like I was saying, there's this | |
| other book by a guy named Bakker? | |
| And he said dinosaurs died of a | |
| bunch of diseases? He definitely | |
| didn't say they turned into birds. | |
| Gennaro is scared as hell, following the others, but his | |
| head darting left and right. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Alan? Where are we going? You see | |
| something? | |
| GENNARO | |
| Uh - - anybody else think we | |
| shouldn't be out here? | |
| 66. | |
| TIM | |
| And his book was a lot fatter than | |
| yours. | |
| GRANT | |
| Really? | |
| ELLIE | |
| Yours was fully illustrated, honey. | |
| GENNARO | |
| Anybody at all. Feel free to speak | |
| up. | |
| Lex stumbles and Grant takes her hand, to stop her from | |
| falling. | |
| She looks up at him and smiles. | |
| Grant smiles back and tries to recover his hand, but Lex | |
| holds tight. He's massively uncomfortable. Ellie notices. | |
| Suddenly they all stop in their tracks. A huge smile | |
| spreads across the faces of both Tim and Grant. Grant walks | |
| forward. Tim follows. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Timmy, Timmy. | |
| LEX | |
| Come back here, blanket head. | |
| Fearless, Tim walks forward behind Grant. | |
| HARDING (O.S.) | |
| Hi everybody, Don't be scared. | |
| Tim reaches the clearing and sees: | |
| A Triceratops, a big one, lying on its side, blocking the | |
| light at the end of the path. It has an enormous curved | |
| shell that flanks its head, two big horns over its eyes, | |
| and a third on the end of its nose. It doesn't move, just | |
| breathes, loud and raspy, blowing up a little clouds of | |
| dust with every exhalation. | |
| Grant stands next to Harding, almost in a daze. | |
| GRANT | |
| Beautiful. Is it okay? Can I touch | |
| it? | |
| HARDING | |
| 67. | |
| Sure. | |
| Grant walks next to the animal and strokes its head. Ellie | |
| moves forward to the animal. | |
| GRANT | |
| Oh Ellie. It's so beautiful. It's | |
| the most beautiful thing I ever | |
| saw. | |
| ELLIE | |
| It's my favorite. | |
| They both kneel, checking the animal. | |
| He furrows his bow, noticing something, all professional | |
| curiosity now. The animal's tongue, dark purple, droops | |
| limply from its mouth. | |
| GRANT | |
| Ellie, take a look at this. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Yeah, baby girl, it's okay. | |
| She scratches the tongue with her fingernail. A clear | |
| liquid leaks from the broken blisters. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Micro vesicles. That's interesting. | |
| Grant, fascinated, wanders all the way around to the back | |
| of the animal. Harding joins Ellie and hands her his | |
| penlight. | |
| ELLIE | |
| What are her symptoms? | |
| HARDING | |
| Imbalance, disorientation, labored | |
| breathing. Seems to happen about | |
| every six weeks or so. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Six weeks? | |
| She takes the penlight from the veterinarian and shines it | |
| in the animal's eyes. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Are there pupillary effects from | |
| the tranquilizer? | |
| 68. | |
| HARDING | |
| Yes, mitotic, pupils should be | |
| constricted. | |
| ELLIE | |
| These are dilated. Take a look. | |
| HARDING | |
| They are? | |
| (checks it out) | |
| I'll be damned. | |
| ELLIE | |
| That's pharmacological. From local | |
| plant life. | |
| She turns and studies the surrounding landscape. Her mind's | |
| really at work, puzzling over each piece of foliage. | |
| ELLIE | |
| (pointing) | |
| Is that | |
| (or) | |
| this West Indian lilac? | |
| HARDING | |
| Yes. We know they're toxic, but the | |
| animals don't eat them. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Are you sure? | |
| HARDING | |
| Pretty sure. | |
| ELLIE | |
| There's only one way to be | |
| positive. I need to see some | |
| droppings. | |
| (or) | |
| I have to see the dinosaur's | |
| droppings. | |
| HARDING | |
| You won't be able to miss them. | |
| (or) | |
| Can't miss them. | |
| Malcolm walks up to Ellie. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| Dino droppings? | |
| 69. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Yeah. | |
| She walks way, Malcolm looks on. | |
| 36 INT. CONTROL ROOM - DAY 36 | |
| HAMMOND and ARNOLD are watching the video monitors, | |
| displeased about something. Arnold is looking at one that | |
| gives them a view from the beach, looking out at the ocean. | |
| The clouds beyond are almost black with a tropical storm. | |
| ARNOLD | |
| That storm center hasn't dissipated | |
| or changed course. We're going to | |
| have to cut the tour short, I'm | |
| afraid. Pick it up again tomorrow | |
| where we left off. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| You're sure we have to? | |
| ARNOLD | |
| It's not worth taking the chance, | |
| John. | |
| MULDOON | |
| (into phone) | |
| Sustain winds 45 knots. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| (nods) | |
| Tell them when they get back to the | |
| cars. | |
| MULDOON | |
| (into phone) | |
| Thanks, Steve. | |
| ARNOLD | |
| (making an announcement | |
| to the others) | |
| Ladies and gentlemen, last shuttle | |
| to the dock leaves in approximately | |
| five minutes. Drop what you are | |
| doing and leave now. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Damn! | |
| ACROSS THE ROOM | |
| 70. | |
| NEDRY stares at his video monitor, watching the boat. He's | |
| on the phone with the MATE, whose images he can see on the | |
| monitor. The seas around the dock are much rougher now. | |
| MATE | |
| We're not well-berthed here without | |
| a storm barrier! We may have to | |
| leave as soon as the last of the | |
| works are aboard. | |
| NEDRY | |
| (low voice) | |
| No, no. You stick to the plan. You | |
| wait till they're back from the | |
| tour. | |
| 37 EXT. FIELD - DAY 37 | |
| As the weather grows darker, ELLIE, GRANT, HARDING, and | |
| MALCOLM are grouped around an enormous spoor of triceratops | |
| excreta that stands at least waist high and is covered with | |
| BUZZING flies. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| That is one big pile of shit. | |
| Ellie has plastic gloves on the reach up to her elbows, and | |
| is just withdrawing her hand from the middle of the dung. | |
| ELLIE | |
| (to Harding) | |
| You're right. There's no trace of | |
| lilac berries. That's so weird, | |
| though. She shows all the classic | |
| signs of Meliatoxicity, | |
| (thinking aloud) | |
| Every six weeks -- | |
| She turns and walks out into the open field a few paces, | |
| thinking. Malcolm watches her, and looks back at the dung. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| (TO GRANT) | |
| She's, uh -- tenacious. | |
| GRANT | |
| You have no idea. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| (TO ELLIE) | |
| You will remember to wash your | |
| hands before you eat anything? | |
| 71. | |
| 38 INT. CONTROL ROOM - DAY 38 | |
| DENNIS NEDRY is busily and surreptitiously typing a series | |
| of commands into his console. On his screen, a cartoon hand | |
| winds up a cartoon clock, moving its second hand up to the | |
| twelve. The clock rotates around to face us. | |
| It has a large green dollar sign in the middle. A big word | |
| appears on screen, an option surrounded by forbidding red | |
| box. | |
| "EXECUTE," it says. | |
| 39 EXT. PARK - DAY 39 | |
| The skies are really foreboding now, and there's a sense of | |
| growing urgency. ELLIE is by the animal, a short distance | |
| away from the group. GRANT is near her, thinking. | |
| GRANT | |
| Ellie, I've been thinking there's | |
| something about the periodicity | |
| doesn't had up. | |
| ELLIE | |
| I know. | |
| Tim holds one of the smooth rocks up and calls out, a | |
| little timidly. | |
| TIM | |
| These look kind of familiar. | |
| GRANT | |
| Triceratops was a constant browser, | |
| and constant browsers would be | |
| constantly sick. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Constantly sick. | |
| GRANT | |
| Not just every six weeks. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Yeah, I know. | |
| TIM | |
| I've seen pictures of these! | |
| Grant turns and looks at him, a little annoyed. | |
| 72. | |
| TIM | |
| In your fully illustrated book. | |
| Grant just rolls his eyes, but Ellie comes over and checks | |
| out the stones. | |
| ELLIE | |
| What's that? | |
| A light goes on in her eyes. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Alan -- gizzard stones! | |
| She throws Grant one of the stones. They look at each other | |
| in amazement. | |
| As before, when they get excited, they talk right over each | |
| other. | |
| GRANT | |
| Elm that's it, it explains the | |
| periodicity, the -- | |
| ELLIE | |
| -- the undigested state of the | |
| berries because it's -- | |
| GRANT | |
| -- totally incidental | |
| (or) | |
| unrelated to the feeding pattern -- | |
| TIM | |
| What are you guys saying? | |
| ELLIE | |
| (turning to Tim) | |
| It's simple, see. Some animals like | |
| her, don't have teeth -- | |
| GRANT | |
| -- like birds -- | |
| ELLIE | |
| -- like birds. What happen is, they | |
| swallow the stones and hold them in | |
| a muscular sack in their stomachs - | |
| - | |
| GRANT | |
| -- a gizzard -- | |
| 73. | |
| ELLIE | |
| -- which is called a gizzard, and | |
| it helps them mash their food, but | |
| what happens after a while -- | |
| GRANT | |
| -- what happens is that after a | |
| while, the stones get smooth, every | |
| six weeks, so the animal | |
| regurgitates them -- | |
| ELLIE | |
| (for Tim) | |
| -- barfs them up -- | |
| GRANT | |
| -- and swallows fresh ones. | |
| ELLIE | |
| And when she swallows the stones, | |
| she swallows the poison berries | |
| too. That's what makes her sick. | |
| (impressed) | |
| Good work Tim. | |
| She looks at Grant pointedly. Tim looks up at Grant too, | |
| smiling from ear to ear. Grant GRUNTS, not so easily | |
| convinced. | |
| THUNDER rumbles as the storm overhead is about to bust | |
| loose. | |
| GENNARO, scared of more than one thing now, puts his foot | |
| down. | |
| GENNARO | |
| Doctors, if you please -- I have to | |
| insist we get moving. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Oh, you know, if it's alright, I'd | |
| like to stay with Dr. Harding and | |
| finish with the trike. Is that | |
| okay? | |
| HARDING | |
| Sure. I've got a gas powered jeep. | |
| I can drop her at the visitor's | |
| center before I make the boat with | |
| the others. | |
| ELLIE | |
| (to Grant) | |
| 74. | |
| I'll catch up with you. You can go | |
| with the others. | |
| GRANT | |
| Are you sure? | |
| ELLIE | |
| I'll just finish. Yeah, I want to | |
| finish. | |
| There is a lightning flash now, with a tooth-rattling | |
| THUNDERCLAP right on its heels. | |
| GENNARO | |
| Now. | |
| Grant turns and follows the others, Lex right in his | |
| tracks. | |
| Ellie and Harding go back to the triceratops, which is | |
| starting to come back to life. | |
| As Grant reaches the Explorer, he turns back for one last | |
| look at Ellie. He raises his hand to wave, but she is | |
| turned the other way. | |
| Feeling silly, he drops his hand and goes into the woods. | |
| Just as he does, Ellie turns and waves to him, but with his | |
| back turned, he misses it too. | |
| In this way, they say goodbye. | |
| BACK AT THE CARS, as the reflections of the GROUP approach, | |
| the first raindrops fall on the windshields of the tour | |
| vehicles. They're big, fat drops, and they kick up little | |
| clouds of dust as they SMACK into the glass. | |
| It's going to be a hell of a storm. | |
| 40 EXT. PARK - DUSK 40 | |
| It's near dark now. The wind has whipped up, and the trees | |
| are swaying. | |
| 41 INT. CONTROL ROOM - DUSK 41 | |
| HAMMOND is with RAY ARNOLD, staring at the video screens. | |
| ARNOLD | |
| 75. | |
| I found a way to re-route through | |
| the program. I'm turning the cars | |
| around in the rest area loop. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Rotten luck, this storm. Get my | |
| grandchildren on the radio will | |
| you? I don't want them to worry | |
| about a wee bit of rain. | |
| Arnold reaches for the hand microphone. | |
| ACROSS THE ROOM, DENNIS NEDRY, sweat forming on his upper | |
| lip now, is staring at his video monitor. The supply boat | |
| is still docked on the island shore, but is now being | |
| buffeted by heavy waves. Nedry whispers sharply into the | |
| phone, arguing with the MATE of the ship again, who he can | |
| see on the video monitor. | |
| MATE | |
| There's nothing I can do! If the | |
| Captain says we gotta go, we gotta | |
| go! | |
| NEDRY | |
| No, no, listen to me. You've got to | |
| give me this time. I did a test run | |
| on this thing and it took me twenty | |
| minutes. I thought I could do it in | |
| fifteen -- you've got to give me | |
| fifteen minutes. | |
| MATE | |
| No promises! No promises! | |
| NEDRY | |
| I'll be there in ten! | |
| Arnold SNAPS a button on his console. | |
| ARNOLD | |
| Visitor vehicles are on their way | |
| back to the garage. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| So how much for our first tour. Two | |
| no-shows and one sick triceratops. | |
| ARNOLD | |
| It could have been worse, John. It | |
| could have been a lot worse. | |
| Dennis Nedry stands up. | |
| 76. | |
| He's shaking in his shoes, but trying like hell to be | |
| casual. | |
| NEDRY | |
| Anybody want a Coke? Anybody what | |
| some from the machines? Or a soda | |
| or something? I had too many | |
| sweets. | |
| (or) | |
| I thought I'd get something sweet. | |
| Hammond and Arnold shake their heads. Nedry starts to | |
| leave, then turns back with an afterthought that is so | |
| rehearsed its almost obvious. | |
| NEDRY | |
| Oh, I finished de-bugging the | |
| phones, but the system's compiling | |
| for eighteen minutes, or twenty. | |
| So, some minor systems may go on | |
| and off for a while. There's | |
| nothing to worry about. Simple | |
| thing... | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Okay, okay, okay, okay, that's | |
| enough! Ahh! | |
| Nedry turns, stretches one finger out to his screen, and | |
| selects an option. | |
| "EXECUTE." | |
| At the same time, he presses the start button on his | |
| digital stopwatch he holds in his hand. A digital clock on | |
| the computer screen starts to tick down from sixty seconds | |
| , and a musical clock starts to sound too -- something like | |
| the "Jeopardy" theme. | |
| He starts to leave -- but returns when he remembers the | |
| shaving cream can. He grabs it and leaves. | |
| 42 EXT. PARK ROAD - NIGHT 42 | |
| Night was completely fallen now, and the rain has started. | |
| It's a tropical storm, the rain falling in drenching sheets | |
| on the roofs and hoods of the Explorers, which are making | |
| their way slowly back to the visitor's center. | |
| IN THE REAR CAR, GRANT and MALCOLM are alone. Grant is | |
| staring out the window, lost in his thoughts. | |
| 77. | |
| GRANT | |
| You got any kids? | |
| MALCOLM | |
| Me? Oh, hell yes. Three. | |
| (glowing) | |
| I love 'em. I love kids. Anything | |
| at all can and does happen. | |
| He takes a flask from jacket pocket and unscrews the top. | |
| His expression darkens. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| Same with wives, for that matter. | |
| GRANT | |
| You're married? | |
| MALCOLM | |
| Occasionally. Always on the lookout | |
| for the future ex-Mrs. Malcolm. | |
| 43 INT. FERTILIZATION LAB - NIGHT 43 | |
| DENNIS NEDRY, waits outside the silver door marked | |
| "EMBRYONIC COLD STORAGE," staring at the digital stopwatch | |
| in his hand. | |
| NEDRY | |
| Two -- one -- | |
| On cue, the security lock panel goes dark and the door | |
| CLUNKS ajar. | |
| IN THE COOLER, Nedry hurries in and flips open the hatch on | |
| the bottom of the shaving cream can, revealing slotted | |
| compartments inside. He goes to the rack of dozens of thin | |
| glass slides. A sign says "VIABLE EMBRYOS -- HANDLE WITH | |
| EXTREME CARE!" | |
| He takes the slides out of the rack one by one. They're | |
| labeled -- "STEGOSAURUS", "APATOSAURUS", "TYRANNOSAURUS | |
| REX" -- and puts them into the can. | |
| 44 INT. CONTROL ROOM - NIGHT 44 | |
| ARNOLD is staring at his terminal, puzzled. On the screen, | |
| glowing red and blue lines are blinking off, in | |
| succession.. | |
| ARNOLD | |
| 78. | |
| What? | |
| HAMMOND comes up behind him, as does ROBERT MULDOON. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| What? | |
| ARNOLD | |
| The door security systems are | |
| shutting down. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Well, Nedry said a few systems | |
| would go off-line, didn't he? | |
| 45 INT. REAR CAR - NIGHT 45 | |
| GRANT and MALCOLM still wait in their car. They don't | |
| notice, but the video screen in the middle of their front | |
| console suddenly goes black. | |
| Malcolm continues their conversation. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| By the way, Dr. Sattler -- she's | |
| not like, uh, available, is she? -- | |
| GRANT | |
| Why? | |
| MALCOLM | |
| Why? Oh, I'm sorry. Are you two, uh | |
| -- are? I wish you the best luck. | |
| The cars jerk to a stop. The lights in the vehicles and | |
| along the road go out, plunging them into blackness. Grant | |
| jerks his hands away from the steering column, immediately | |
| assuming it's his fault. | |
| GRANT | |
| What'd I touch?! | |
| MALCOLM | |
| You haven't touched | |
| (or) | |
| didn't touch anything. We're | |
| stopping. | |
| (or) | |
| We've stopped. | |
| GRANT | |
| 79. | |
| I must've touched something. This | |
| happens all the time. It must be my | |
| fault. Machines hate me. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| Machines hate you? | |
| GRANT | |
| Yeah, they hate me. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| You want to talk about this? | |
| GRANT | |
| No. | |
| 46 EXT. JURASSIC PARK - NIGHT 46 | |
| Nedry's jeep SPLASHES up to the giant gates that lead into | |
| Jurassic Park. NEDRY jumps out and hurries to the control | |
| panel on the side of the cement supports. | |
| He FLICKS a switch and gates CLICK unlocked. | |
| He jumps back in the car and noses into the gates, shoving | |
| them open far enough to drive through. | |
| He ROARS into the park grounds | |
| 47 EXT. CONTROL ROOM - NIGHT 47 | |
| RAY ARNOLD stares at his terminal, aghast, as row upon row | |
| of colored lights crawls off on his screen. | |
| ARNOLD | |
| Woah, woah, woah, what the hell, | |
| what the hell? | |
| HAMMOND | |
| What now? | |
| ARNOLD | |
| Fences are failing, all over the | |
| park! A few minor systems, he said! | |
| HAMMOND | |
| (to Muldoon, pissed) | |
| Find Nedry! Check the vending | |
| machines! | |
| ARNOLD | |
| 80. | |
| The monitors are failing. | |
| Muldoon heads for the door just as all the video monitors | |
| in the control room go out with a faint electronic ZIP. | |
| The three of them freeze for a moment, looking at each | |
| other. | |
| The tension in the room goes up a notch. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| (to Arnold) | |
| Use Nedry's terminal. Get it all | |
| back on. He can de-bug later. | |
| ARNOLD pushes off on the floor and whizzes over to Nedry's | |
| master terminal in his chair. With one stroke of his arm, | |
| he brushes all the loose junk off Nedry's station - junk | |
| food, soda cans, torn out magazine pages - - and tries to | |
| work. | |
| ARNOLD | |
| God, look at this workstation. | |
| The "Jeopardy"-type music is playing a little faster now. | |
| Muldoon steps forward, growing alarmed. | |
| MULDOON | |
| The raptor fences aren't out, are | |
| they? | |
| ARNOLD | |
| (checks) | |
| No, they're still on. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Why the hell would he turn the | |
| others off?! | |
| 48 EXT. PARK ROAD - NIGHT 48 | |
| A wire mesh fence in front of us has a very clear sign: | |
| DANGER! ELECTRIFIED FENCE! | |
| This Door Cannot Be Opened | |
| When Fence is Armed! | |
| 81. | |
| A hand reaches out, grabs the fence by the bare wire, flips | |
| a latch, and shoves the door open. No sparks fly. | |
| DENNIS NEDRY runs from the fence back to his jeep, drops it | |
| in gear, and tears off down the park road. The rain is | |
| absolutely flowing down now, the road is rapidly turning to | |
| mud. | |
| IN THE JEEP, Nedry can barely see through the windshield. | |
| He's driving as fast as possible, checking his watch every | |
| few seconds. | |
| He leans forward, squinting to see through the windshield, | |
| wiping off the condensation with his free hand. A fork in | |
| the road rushes into view. He jumps on the brakes - - to | |
| late. The jeep careens into a signpost. | |
| NEDRY | |
| Shit! | |
| He throws the door open and hurries to the fallen sign: "To | |
| The Docks". He props it up - the directional arrow swings | |
| hopelessly on a nail. He clenches his jaws and growls. | |
| Soaked, Nedry stomps back to his car. | |
| Although he doesn't look too convinced, he drops the car in | |
| gear and speeds off to the left. | |
| 49 EXT. CONTROL ROOM - NIGHT 49 | |
| HAMMOND still hovers over ARNOLD's shoulder while he works | |
| at Nedry's terminal. Arnold MUTTERS to himself as he tries | |
| another command. | |
| ARNOLD | |
| -- access main program grid -- | |
| He punches a button, but a BUZZER sounds and a little | |
| cartoon image of Nedry appears on the screen and waves its | |
| little finger disapprovingly. | |
| CARTOON NEDRY | |
| "You didn't say the magic word!" | |
| ARNOLD | |
| (livid) | |
| Please, God damn it! I hate this | |
| hacker crap! | |
| He SMACKS the top of the monitor, furious. The game show | |
| music plays still faster. | |
| 82. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Call Nedry's people in Cambridge! | |
| Arnold whisks across the floor in his chair and snatches up | |
| the nearest phone. He punches for an outside line. | |
| ARNOLD | |
| Phones are out too. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Where did the vehicles stop? | |
| 50 EXT. TYRANNOSAUR PADDOCK - NIGHT 50 | |
| BAAA! The goat that was brought up from the underground | |
| earlier is still tethered in the same place, BLEATING in | |
| the pouring rain | |
| The two explorers sit still in the middle of the road. A | |
| man's form races back from the front car to the rear car. | |
| IN THE REAR CAR, GRANT, soaking wet, gets back into the | |
| care and closes the door behind him. MALCOLM turns to him. | |
| GRANT | |
| Their radio's out too. Gennaro said | |
| to stay put. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| The kids okay? | |
| GRANT | |
| Well, I didn't ask. Why wouldn't | |
| they be? | |
| MALCOLM | |
| Kids get scared. | |
| GRANT | |
| What's to be scared about? It's | |
| just a little hiccup in the power. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| I didn't say I was scared. | |
| GRANT | |
| I didn't say you were scared. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| I know. | |
| GRANT | |
| 83. | |
| Fine. | |
| Malcolm turns and looks out at the driving rain, and the | |
| fence that stands between them and the tyrannosaur paddock. | |
| He is scared. | |
| IN THE FRONT CAR, GENNARO, LEX, and TIM wait, bored. The | |
| rain drums on the roof monotonously. Tim is upside down in | |
| the front seat. Lex pushes his legs up, and he swings them | |
| down. | |
| TIM | |
| Up and down, up and down! | |
| GENNARO | |
| (sotto) | |
| I can't believe we invited Ian | |
| Malcolm. | |
| TIM | |
| People were gettin' bloody noses -- | |
| things on your head -- aneurisms -- | |
| LEX | |
| (a little dreamy) | |
| I think Dr. Grant is really -- | |
| smart. | |
| GENNARO | |
| How he'll write a butch of | |
| (letters) | |
| papers, go on Larry King Live, say | |
| we're irresponsible -- | |
| Tim climbs into the back seat. Lex hits him with her hat as | |
| he moves by her. | |
| LEX | |
| Don't scare me. | |
| Tim finds something under the seat and sits up abruptly, | |
| holding what looks like a heavy-duty pair of safety | |
| goggles. | |
| GENNARO | |
| Hey! Where did you find those | |
| things? | |
| TIM | |
| In a box under my seat. | |
| GENNARO | |
| Are they heavy? | |
| 84. | |
| TIM | |
| Yeah. | |
| GENNARO | |
| Then they're expensive. Put them | |
| back. | |
| He leans back and closes his eyes. Tim ignores him and puts | |
| on the goggles. | |
| Tim stares out the back window of the Explorer with Grant | |
| and Malcolm in it, behind them. The image is bright | |
| fluorescent green. | |
| TIM | |
| Oh, cool! Night vision! | |
| As Tim watches, the door of the rear Explorer opens, and a | |
| hand reaches out, holding an empty canteen out to catch | |
| some rain water. | |
| IN THE REAR CAR | |
| Grant pulls the canteen back in, closes the door, and takes | |
| a drink. He and Malcolm wait. | |
| IN THE FRONT CAR | |
| Tim continues to stare out of the back window with the | |
| goggles. | |
| He swings his legs -- but suddenly stops. He feels | |
| something. He pulls off the goggles and turns back. He | |
| moves into the back seat with Lex who is tapping her hat, | |
| and reaches forward to still her hand. | |
| BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. | |
| TIM | |
| Did you feel that? | |
| (or) | |
| Can you feel that? | |
| She don't answer. | |
| Tim leans over to the front passenger seat and looks at the | |
| two plastic cups of water that sit in the recessed holes on | |
| the dashboard. | |
| As he watches, the water in the glasses vibrates, making | |
| concentric circles -- | |
| -- then it stops -- | |
| 85. | |
| -- and then it vibrates again. Rhythmically. | |
| Like from footsteps. | |
| BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. | |
| GENNARO | |
| (not entirely convinced) | |
| What is that? M-Maybe it's the | |
| power trying to come back on. | |
| Tim jumps into the back seat and puts the goggles on again. | |
| LEX | |
| What is that? | |
| GENNARO | |
| What is what? | |
| Tim turns and looks out the side window. He can see the | |
| area where the goat is tethered. Or was tethered. The chain | |
| is still there, but the goat is gone. | |
| BANG! | |
| They all jump, and Lex SCREAMS as something hits the | |
| Plexiglas sunroof of the Explorer, hard. They look up. | |
| It's a bloody, disembodied goat leg. | |
| GENNARO | |
| Oh, Jesus. Jesus. | |
| Tim whips around to look out the side window again. His | |
| mouth pops open, but no sound comes out. Through the | |
| goggles, he sees an animal claw, a huge one, gripping the | |
| cables of the "electrified" fence. | |
| Tim whips the goggles off and presses forward, against the | |
| window. He looks up, up, than cranes his head back further, | |
| to look out the sunroof. Past the goat's leg, he can see -- | |
| -- Tyrannosaurus rex. It stands maybe twenty-five feet | |
| high, forty feet long from nose to tail, with an enormous, | |
| boxlike head that must be five feet long by itself. The | |
| remains of the goat hang out of the rex's mouth. It tilts | |
| its head back and swallows the animal in one big gulp. | |
| Gennaro can't even speak. His hand claws for the door | |
| handle, he shoulders it open, and takes off, out of the | |
| car. | |
| LEX | |
| 86. | |
| (freaking out) | |
| He left us! He left us alone! Dr. | |
| Grant! Dr. Grant! He left us! He | |
| left us! | |
| ON THE ROAD, Gennaro runs away, as fast as he can, right | |
| past the second car, towards a cement block outhouse twenty | |
| or thirty yards away. | |
| He reaches it, ducks inside, and pulls the door after him - | |
| - | |
| -- but there's no latch, just a round hole in the | |
| unfinished door. Gennaro backs into a stall, frantic. | |
| The whole bathroom begins to shake. | |
| IN THE REAR CAR, Grant and Malcolm turn in the direction | |
| Gennaro went. | |
| GRANT | |
| Where does he think he's going? | |
| MALCOLM | |
| When you gotta go, you gotta go. | |
| Malcolm looks the other way, out the passenger window. As | |
| he watches, the fence begins to buckle, its post collapsing | |
| into themselves, the wires SNAPPING free. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| What was that all about? -- | |
| Grant now turns and watches as, ahead of them, the | |
| "DANGER!" | |
| sign SMACKS down on the hood of the first Explorer. The | |
| entire fence is coming down, the posts collapsing, the | |
| cables SNAPPING as -- | |
| -- the T-rex chews its way through the barrier. | |
| They watch in horror as the T-rex steps over the ruined | |
| barrier and into the middle of the park road. It just | |
| stands there for a moment, swinging its head from one | |
| vehicle to the other. | |
| IN THE FRONT CAR | |
| The rex strides around to the side of the car and peers | |
| down, from high above. Tim leaps into the front seat and | |
| pulls the driver's door shut. Both kids are terrified, | |
| breathing hard, unable to speak. | |
| 87. | |
| TIM | |
| Please! Please! | |
| IN THE REAR CAR | |
| MALCOLM | |
| Boy, do I hate being right all the | |
| time. | |
| GRANT | |
| Look at that! | |
| The T-rex turns and strides quickly back towards them. It | |
| circles, slowly, bending over to look in at them through | |
| the window. | |
| Grant and Malcolm sit trembling in the front seat, watching | |
| as the giant legs stride past their windows. | |
| GRANT | |
| (a quivery whisper) | |
| Keep absolutely still -- it's | |
| vision's based on movement! | |
| MALCOLM | |
| You're sure?! | |
| GRANT | |
| (pause) | |
| Relatively. | |
| Malcolm freezes as the rex bends down and peers right in | |
| through his window. The dinosaur's giant, yellowing eye is | |
| only slightly smaller than the entire pane of glass. | |
| The T-rex pulls away slightly, then reaches down and BUMPS | |
| the car with its snout, rocking it. | |
| IN THE FRONT CAR, Lex is rummaging around in the back cargo | |
| area, looking for something, anything. She finds a | |
| flashlight. | |
| ON THE ROAD, the front car lights up from within as Lex | |
| switches on the flashlight. | |
| The dinosaur raises its head. It turns slowly from the | |
| second car to the first car, drawn by the light. Making a | |
| decision, it strides over to the first vehicle. FAST. | |
| IN THE FRONT CAR, Tim and Lex can only stare out of the | |
| windows as the T-rex reaches their car and starts to circle | |
| it. | |
| 88. | |
| The rex bends down and looks in through the front | |
| windshield, then the side window. Tim is eye to eye with | |
| the thing for a second, then the dinosaur raises its head | |
| up, above the car. | |
| LEX | |
| I'm sorry -- I'm sorry -- | |
| TIM | |
| Turn it off, Lex! Turn it off! | |
| Tim climbs over the seat and joins Lex. | |
| TIM | |
| Where is the button then? | |
| LEX | |
| I don't know, I don't know. I'm | |
| sorry -- | |
| TIM | |
| Why did you do this? | |
| LEX | |
| I don't know! I'm sorry! | |
| The Kids look up, through the sunroof, as the head goes | |
| higher, and higher, and higher, and then the rex turns, | |
| looks straight down at them through the sunroof, opens its | |
| mouth wide and -- | |
| -- ROARS. | |
| The windows RATTLE, Lex SCREAMS, the flashlight goes on | |
| again, and the tyrannosaur strikes. | |
| SMASH! The thing's head its the plastic sunroof, knocking | |
| the whole frame right out of the roof of the car and down | |
| into the vehicle. | |
| The bubble falls down onto Tim and Lex, trapping them, and | |
| the animal lunges down, through the hole, SNAPPING at them. | |
| The Plexiglas holds, though and protects Tim and Lex even | |
| as it pins them to the seats. The T-rex continues to push | |
| down, and the glass GROANS, crack lines racing across it. | |
| Tim, whose feet were caught above him, pushes back, only an | |
| inch of glass between him and the dinosaur's teeth. | |
| IN THE REAR CAR, Grant and Malcolm watch in horror as the | |
| dinosaur claws at the side of the vehicle with one of its | |
| powerful thigh legs. | |
| 89. | |
| It pushes, starting to tip the car over. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| Oh my God! | |
| GRANT | |
| We gotta do something. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| What? What can we do? | |
| GRANT | |
| There's gotta be something -- | |
| Grant looks around, climbs over the seat. He tears apart | |
| the back area, searching - and finally finds a metal case. | |
| He opens it, finding flares. He grabs one and moves quickly | |
| back to the driver's seat and opens the door. | |
| Malcolm grabs a flare, too. | |
| IN THE FRONT CAR, the glass windows SHATTER, the Kids are | |
| thrown to the side, and the Explorer tilts. | |
| The rex bends down and nudges the car with its head, | |
| rolling it up on its side. Tim and Lex tumble around. | |
| ON THE ROAD the T-rex starts to nudge the Explorer toward | |
| the barrier. Over the barrier, there is a gentle terraced | |
| area at one side where the rex emerged from, but the car | |
| isn't next to that, it's next to a sharp precipice, | |
| representing a fifty or sixty foot drop. | |
| The car, upside down now, is pushed near the edge. | |
| The rex towers over the car. Like a dog, its puts one foot | |
| on the chassis and tears a the undercarriage with its jaws. | |
| Biting at anything it can get a hold of, it rips the rear | |
| axle free, tosses it aside, and bites into a tire. | |
| The tire EXPLODES, startling the animal. | |
| INSIDE THE CAR, Tim and Lex are trapped inside the rapidly | |
| flattening car. As the frame continues to buckle, they | |
| crawl toward the open rear window, the car collapsing | |
| behind them. Mud and rain water pout into what little space | |
| there is left. | |
| Tim is ahead, nearing the back window, when there is a | |
| CRUNCH and a seat comes down, pinning him. | |
| 90. | |
| ON THE ROAD, the dinosaur backs up, dragging the Explorer, | |
| swinging it left and right. It seems ready to fling it over | |
| the edge. | |
| Grant gets out of his car. He's holding the flare in one | |
| hand, which he pulls the top off of. Bright flames shoot | |
| out the end of it. | |
| GRANT | |
| Hey! Hey! Over here! | |
| The T-rex turns and looks at him | |
| Grant waves the flare slowly in front of him from side to | |
| side. | |
| The T-rex follows his moving arm, eyes locked on the flare. | |
| Grant looks over to the wall, and tosses the flare over the | |
| edge of the barrier. The rex lunges after it -- | |
| Unclear with Grant's plan, Malcolm leaps out of the car and | |
| tries to scare up the T-rex's attention with his own newly | |
| lit flare. | |
| He begins to wave it at the animal. Grant sees him -- | |
| GRANT | |
| Ian! Freeze! Freeze! Get rid of the | |
| flare! | |
| MALCCOLM | |
| Get the kids! | |
| Malcolm inches back slowly, then takes off, running for his | |
| life down the road. He runs to the cement block outhouse | |
| Gennaro went into earlier. | |
| The T-rex sees the movement. It whirls and takes off after | |
| Malcolm, fast. | |
| Malcolm runs as fast as he can, approaching the outside | |
| just steps ahead of the T-rex | |
| But not far enough ahead. Without even slowing down, the | |
| rex leans forward and flicks Malcolm into the air with its | |
| snout. | |
| It's just a nudge a for the rex, but it sends Malcolm | |
| sailing right through a wooden portion of the wall, and | |
| into the building. | |
| IN THE RESTROOM | |
| 91. | |
| Gennaro, who cowers in a corner, SCREAMS as teh head of the | |
| T-rex EXPLODES through the front of the building, sending | |
| chunks of cement flying in all directions inside. The roof | |
| collapses; Gennaro tries to protect himself from the | |
| falling junk. | |
| ON THE ROAD | |
| Grant gets on his feet and watches as the T-rex noses | |
| around in the rubble. | |
| It seems to find something. It lunges, and Grant can hear | |
| Gennaro SCREAMING, the sound piercing -- | |
| -- until it abruptly stops. | |
| Grant scrambles over to the car. | |
| GRANT | |
| Tim! Lex! | |
| LEX | |
| Dr. Grant! Dr. Grant! | |
| He lays on the ground, looking inside, and sees Lex staring | |
| up at him, conscious, her face covered in mud. | |
| GRANT | |
| Are you okay? Can you move? | |
| (calling into the car) | |
| Tim! Are you okay? | |
| GRANT | |
| Tim, are you okay? | |
| TIM | |
| I'm stuck. The seat's got my feet! | |
| GRANT | |
| Tim, I'll come back for you. I'll | |
| get Lex out first. | |
| Grant reaches in and drags her out. | |
| GRANT | |
| Are you okay? Good girl. | |
| Grant tries to find Tim | |
| GRANT | |
| Tim? Tim? | |
| 92. | |
| Lex, staring over his shoulder, SCREAMS. Grant whirls, | |
| covering her mouth at the same time. | |
| GRANT | |
| Shhh! Don't move! It can't see us | |
| if we don't move. | |
| Lex looks at him like he's crazy, but freezes. They wait. | |
| BOOM! A big T-rex foot print smacks down in front of them | |
| as | |
| the dinosaurs approaches the car again. It leans down, | |
| right past them, and SNIFFS the car, ragged bits of flesh | |
| and clothing hanging from its teeth. | |
| Not finding anything, the dinosaur swings its head away, | |
| SNORTING loudly through its nose. Grant's hat flies off his | |
| head. | |
| Still, he doesn't move. | |
| The rex walks to the back of the car. It bends down. | |
| WHAP! The car spins as it is pushed from behind by the rex. | |
| Grant and Lex are pushed in front of it, helpless. They | |
| scramble around on their knees, trying to keep ahead of the | |
| car, which the rex is now pushing even closer to the edge | |
| of the barrier. | |
| Grant and Lex crawl quickly, but the car is moving faster, | |
| catching up on them. | |
| INSIDE THE CAR | |
| Tim awakens and SCREAMS. He tries to untangle himself. | |
| ON THE ROAD, the T-rex looms over Lex and Grant, who are | |
| trapped between the car and the sixty foot drop. | |
| INSIDE THE CAR, the rex bends down and sees Tim. Tim backs | |
| away, furiously, but there's almost no room to move in | |
| there. The rex opens its mouth wide and stretches its | |
| tongue into the car. | |
| Tim screams and kicks as the tongue tries to wrap around | |
| him. | |
| But it fails, and withdraws from the car. | |
| 93. | |
| ON THE ROAD, the T-rex still tries to get to Grant and Lex, | |
| pushing the car, spinning on its roof. Grant and Lex | |
| scramble, trying to avoid being caught by the T-rex and | |
| crushed by the car. | |
| GRANT | |
| This way! | |
| The back of the car almost crushes them against the barrier | |
| -- | |
| GRANT | |
| Get back! | |
| They move, as the rex continues to move the car towards the | |
| edge. Grant finally gets on the wall, Lex follows. | |
| The T-rex ROARS in frustration. It bends down for one final | |
| lunge at the car. | |
| Grant sees it coming. He grabs one of the dangling fence | |
| cables on the other side of the barrier. | |
| GRANT | |
| Grab a hold of me! | |
| She wraps her arm around his neck. He scrambles to the edge | |
| of the barrier, and starts to climb down. | |
| LEX | |
| (screaming) | |
| Timmy! Timmy! | |
| The cable is slick with rain, and it's all Grant can do to | |
| hang on as he and Lex slide rapidly down. Above them, the | |
| vehicle is now teetering over the edge, threatening to drop | |
| right on top of them if they didn't hurry. | |
| Grant GASPS, as Lex has unwittingly started to choke him as | |
| she holds on for dear life. | |
| GRANT | |
| You're choking me! | |
| The car GROANS, nearly over the edge now. Grant looks to | |
| the side. There are other cables, out of the line of the | |
| car's impending drop. His feet scrambling along the | |
| concrete wall, Grant tries to swing over towards one. | |
| GRANT | |
| Grab a wire! | |
| 94. | |
| But he falls short. His momentum carries them back the | |
| other way, but on the second swing Lex manages to grab hold | |
| of the second cable. | |
| LEX | |
| I got it! | |
| The car falls. Lex and Grant are clear by inches, clinging | |
| to the second cable. | |
| LEX | |
| Timmy! | |
| The car CRUNCHES into the leafy top of a tree, resting on | |
| its | |
| roof some fifteen feet below them. | |
| The T-rex stares down at them, but they are safely out of | |
| its reach. | |
| It ROARS once more, in a final fit of frustration, turns -- | |
| 51 INT. CONTROL ROOM - NIGHT 51 | |
| JOHN HAMMOND is live. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| I will kill Nedry. I will kill him. | |
| Muldoon bursts through the door. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| (to Muldoon) | |
| Well? | |
| MULDOON | |
| There's no sign of him anywhere. | |
| The game show music is louder and faster now, very | |
| annoying. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Ray will you please switch off | |
| (or) | |
| stop that music?! | |
| RAY ARNOLD's cigarette is practically burning his lips, | |
| down to almost nothing in his mouth. He hovers over NEDRY's | |
| computer terminal, which is a mass of incomprehensible | |
| commands that scroll by quickly as he futilely examines | |
| each one of them. | |
| 95. | |
| MULDOON paces. ELLIE stares at Arnold in amazement. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Are we getting anywhere with these | |
| procedures of yours? I mean, what's | |
| hanging us up? | |
| ARNOLD | |
| I ran a key check on every stroke | |
| Nedry entered today. It's all | |
| pretty standard stuff, until this | |
| one -- | |
| ELLIE | |
| (stands, joins the group | |
| at the computer) | |
| What one? | |
| He points to his computer screen, to a specific series of | |
| commands. The others crowed over his shoulder and stare at | |
| the screen. | |
| ARNOLD | |
| "Keycheck /space -o keycheck off | |
| safety -o." He's turning the safety | |
| systems off. He doesn't want | |
| anybody to see what he's about to | |
| do. Now look at this next entry, | |
| it's the kicker. "Wht.rbt.obj." | |
| Whatever it did, it did it all. But | |
| with Keycheck off, the computer | |
| didn't file the keystrokes. Only | |
| way to find them now is to search | |
| the computer's lines of code one by | |
| one. | |
| ELLIE | |
| How many lines of code are there? | |
| ARNOLD | |
| Uh -- about two million. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Two million -- great. That would | |
| help. | |
| (or) | |
| Oh good, that'll take no time. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Robert -- I wonder if perhaps you | |
| would be kind | |
| (or) | |
| 96. | |
| good enough to take a gas jeep and | |
| bring back my grandchildren. | |
| MULDOON | |
| Sure. | |
| ELLIE | |
| I'm going with him. | |
| They head for the door. Hammond turns, staring out the | |
| windows at the front of the control room. He's gone pale, | |
| and he's sweating, wrapped up in million thoughts. Behind | |
| him, Ray Arnold's voice calls to him, but he doesn't hear | |
| it. | |
| ARNOLD | |
| John -- John -- | |
| Hammond leans on his cane, and for the first time he looks | |
| like he's actually using it. | |
| ARNOLD | |
| John. | |
| Hammond turns, finally hearing him. | |
| ARNOLD | |
| I can't get Jurassic Park back on | |
| line without Dennis Nedry. | |
| 52 EXT. PARK ROAD - NIGHT 52 | |
| As the rain continues to pour down, a gas-powered jeep | |
| ROARS down another park road. | |
| 53 INT. JEEP - NIGHT 53 | |
| DENNIS NEDRY drives the jeep as fast as he can in the | |
| treacherous conditions. He MUTTERS to himself, shaking his | |
| head. | |
| NEDRY | |
| Shoulda been there by now -- | |
| shoulda been there -- | |
| He hauls it around a corner and looks down, checking his | |
| watch. | |
| When he looks back up, his eyes go wide. | |
| 97. | |
| There's a white wood guard rail fence, right in front of | |
| him. | |
| He stands on the brakes as hard as he can. The jeep | |
| fishtails, skidding out of control in the mud towards the | |
| fence. | |
| Nedry hauls the wheel hard to the side to try to control | |
| the skid, but the jeep skids off the road, going halfway | |
| over the muddied embankment. | |
| NEDRY | |
| God damn it! | |
| He drops the car in reverse and hits the gas. The wheels | |
| spin, sending mud flying everywhere, but the jeep goes | |
| nowhere, just digs in further. | |
| Nedry can't believe it. Frustrated, he gets out of the | |
| jeep. | |
| He stops suddenly - he can see another park road, down the | |
| sloping embankment, about twenty feet below. | |
| There is a large sign alongside the road. Nedry leans | |
| forward excitedly to get a better look. It reads "TO EAST | |
| DOCK." He scrambles to the front of the jeep. | |
| ON THE HILLSIDE | |
| Nedry CRANKS a winch its coil on the front end of the jeep. | |
| NEDRY | |
| (mumbling to himself) | |
| No problem. Winch this sucker off | |
| the thing -- tie it do a thing -- | |
| pull it down the thing -- and pull | |
| it back up. | |
| He loses his balance and slips - falling back on his rear. | |
| He slides down the muddy embankment, across the road below. | |
| Pissed, he gets to his knees and searches for his glasses. | |
| NEDRY | |
| Where are my glasses? I can afford | |
| new ones. | |
| He stands and grabs the winch, and goes to a sturdy-looking | |
| tree on the other side. | |
| NEDRY | |
| You can make it! | |
| 98. | |
| From the distance, there is a soft HOOTING sound. There's | |
| some movement in the bushes - Nedry looks around for the | |
| source of the sound and movement. He doesn't find it. He | |
| nervously checks his watch and goes back to the winch, but | |
| faster. | |
| NEDRY | |
| No problem -- pop this thing right | |
| down -- | |
| The HOOTING comes again and Nedry turns - again, nothing. | |
| A figure ducks around the tree and pops out on the other | |
| side, HOOTING playfully. | |
| Nedry looks around one side of the tree - nothing. It pops | |
| up on the other side, HOOTING again. And Nedry looks again. | |
| Nothing. It seems like a friendly game of hide-and-seek. | |
| But Nedry begins to get rattled. | |
| NEDRY | |
| That's nice. Gotta go. I'm getting | |
| out of here. C'mon you can make it! | |
| He secures the winch and starts across the road, back up | |
| the embankment. He freezes, as he feels something behind | |
| him. He turns around slowly and sees: | |
| A dilophosaur. It stands only about four feet high, its | |
| spotted like an owl, and has a brilliant colored crest that | |
| flanks its head. | |
| It doesn't look very dangerous. In fact, it's kind of cute. | |
| NEDRY | |
| Oh. Uh -- nice boy. Nice boy. Okay. | |
| Run along. I don't have anything | |
| for you! Go on! Go home! Dinner | |
| time! Are you hungry? They'll feed | |
| you! Go, boy. Girl. Whatever. | |
| The dilophosaur just stares at Nedry, tilting its head | |
| curiously. Nedry looks around on the ground and finds a | |
| stick. He picks it up and chucks it at the thing. He throws | |
| it as far as he can. | |
| NEDRY | |
| Nice juicy stick! Fetch! | |
| The dilophosaur gets into the spirit of the game, but not | |
| the object. | |
| NEDRY | |
| 99. | |
| Lame brain! What's the matter with | |
| you? | |
| (or) | |
| What's the matter with you? | |
| He shakes his head and starts back towards the jeep, | |
| muttering to himself. | |
| NEDRY | |
| Walnut brain...extinct | |
| kangaroo...hope I run over you on | |
| the way down -- | |
| He's near the top when the dilophosaur suddenly hops out | |
| right in front him, startling him. Nedry loses his balance | |
| and falls back, right on his rear. He gets to his feet, | |
| angry. | |
| NEDRY | |
| I said -- | |
| He picks up a stick and chucks it at the thing. | |
| NEDRY | |
| -- beat it! What are you do -- | |
| The animals HISSES. The brightly colored fan around its | |
| neck flares wildly, two bulbous sacs on either side of its | |
| neck inflate. It rears its head back again -- | |
| -- and it SPITS. | |
| SPLAT! A big glob of something wet SMACKS into the middle | |
| of Nedry's chest. He reaches down and touches the goo | |
| that's dribbling down his slicker. | |
| NEDRY | |
| That's disgusting! | |
| SPLAT! Another glob of goo SMACKS into the highlight, right | |
| next to Nedry's head. | |
| He stands up. A look of confusion crosses his face. He | |
| lifts his right hand, the one that he touched the spit | |
| with, and looks at it strangely, flexing it. | |
| POW! This time the lugie hits Nedry right smack in the | |
| face. | |
| He SCREAMS and rubs it away, frantically. | |
| 100. | |
| Because it hurts. Like hell. Nedry falls back, clawing at | |
| this eyes, in excruciating pain. He pulls his hands away, | |
| starting to hyperventilate. He flails his arms in front of | |
| him, blinking a mile a minute, but blinded. | |
| He staggers forward, to try to get into the jeep. He gets | |
| the door open, but SMACKS his head on the door frame and | |
| collapses. | |
| The can of shaving cream flies out of Nedry's jacket pocket | |
| - - and tumbles into runoff water, down the muddy hillside. | |
| Nedry gets to his feet again and staggers in the general | |
| direction of the jeep. He reaches the open door and feels | |
| his way in. He SLAMS the door. | |
| There is another HOOT. From inside the jeep. | |
| Nedry turns and SCREAMS. The dilophosaur is right there, in | |
| the passengers seat. It HISSES louder than before, its | |
| crest fans angrily, vibrating, reaching a crescendo -- | |
| -- and the thing pounces, SLAMMING Nedry back against the | |
| driver's window, SHATTERING it. As Nedry shrieks -- | |
| Rain and mud wash over the shaving cream can, burying it. | |
| 54 EXT. PARK GROUNDS - NIGHT 54 | |
| The rain has all stopped now. GRANT and LEX are at the | |
| bottom of the large barrier leading up to the park road. | |
| Like it or not, they're in the park now, and are surrounded | |
| by think jungle foliage on all sides. They're both beaten | |
| up, and Grant's face is covered in blood. | |
| He's bent over a big puddle, splashing water on his face, | |
| rinsing the blood off and trying to bring himself to. | |
| Poor Lex is scared as hell. She stands behind Grant, ramrod | |
| straight, her breath coming short, desperate GASPS. Her | |
| eyes are wide, and she doesn't look like she can move. | |
| As Grant gets rid of the blood, his injury doesn't look so | |
| bad, just a gash on his forehead. | |
| He turns and looks up to the tree the Explorer fell in. | |
| It's stuck there, nose down in the thickest top branches. | |
| Lex's GASPS are getting louder. She's terrified. | |
| GRANT | |
| 101. | |
| Hey, come on, don't -- don't -- | |
| don't -- just -- just -- stop, | |
| stop. | |
| He touches her, but it's awfully awkward, more of a pat on | |
| the head than anything strong or reassured. | |
| But she responds to the contact, hurling herself forward | |
| and throwing her arms tightly around his waist. She clamps | |
| here, holding on for dear life, SOBBING. | |
| GRANT | |
| Lex, you gotta be quiet, please. | |
| Stop it. Shhhhh. | |
| This seems to quiet her. | |
| GRANT | |
| Because if we make too much noise, | |
| he's going to hear us and come | |
| back. | |
| Lex bursts out crying again, a WAILING scream, nearly | |
| hysterical now. Grant holds her, no idea what to do. He | |
| turns and looks around. | |
| GRANT | |
| (a whispered shout) | |
| Timmy?! Timmy! | |
| He hears a CRACKING sound. He looks up to the tree again. | |
| The Explorer has fallen a few feet lower into the branches. | |
| Grant looks down at Lex, who is sitting on a rock. | |
| LEX | |
| Dad -- Dad -- | |
| GRANT | |
| Shhh -- I'm right here, Lex. I'm | |
| going to look after you. I'm going | |
| to help your brother. I want you to | |
| stay here and wait for me, okay? | |
| LEX | |
| He left us! He left us! | |
| GRANT | |
| That's not what I'm going to do. | |
| Good! | |
| Grant walks to the tree. Lex scampers into the culvert. | |
| 102. | |
| 55 EXT. TREE - NIGHT 55 | |
| GRANT takes a deep breath. grabs hold of the first branch, | |
| and starts his long climb. Fortunately, it's a good | |
| climbing tree, its branches thick and regularly spaced. | |
| Grant moves at a good pace. He reaches the car's level, on | |
| the driver's side five or six feet to one side of it. | |
| The car's in rough shape. It's much thinner that it use to | |
| be, its nose completely smashed in, the front wheels driven | |
| solidly into a thick branch. They are what hold it in | |
| place. | |
| GRANT | |
| Tim? Tim? | |
| Grant comes up to the car and looks in. TIM is huddled on | |
| the floor on the passenger side, frightened, hugging his | |
| knees to his chest. | |
| He looks up at Grant with a tear and blood-streaked faced. | |
| His voice is barely audible. | |
| TIM | |
| I threw up. | |
| GRANT | |
| That's okay. Listen, give me your | |
| hand. | |
| Tim doesn't move. | |
| GRANT | |
| I won't tell anybody you threw up. | |
| Just give me your hand, okay? | |
| He reaches out. Tim reaches too, but they're still about a | |
| foot apart. Grant grabs hold of the steering wheel, to pull | |
| himself further in. The wheel turns. | |
| On the branch, the front wheel turns, losing a bit of their | |
| grip on the thick branch they're resting on. | |
| Tim and Grant grab hands. Grant holds on to him, getting an | |
| arm securely around his waist. They climb down. They stop | |
| on a branch. | |
| GRANT | |
| Okay, that's not so bad, ah Tim? | |
| TIM | |
| Yes it is. | |
| 103. | |
| GRANT | |
| It's just like coming out of a tree | |
| house. Did your dad ever build you | |
| a tree house, Tim, eh? | |
| TIM | |
| No. | |
| GRANT | |
| Me too. | |
| (he starts to move down) | |
| Okay. Well, the main thing about | |
| climbing is never, never look down, | |
| never. | |
| TIM | |
| This is impossible. How am I | |
| going...I can't make it. This | |
| is...it's about fifty feet. | |
| GRANT | |
| So am I going to help you with your | |
| foot? | |
| TIM | |
| What if the car falls? | |
| (or) | |
| What if the wheels fall? | |
| The car GROWNS forward on the branch, which sags in their | |
| direction. They look up. The car begins to shift | |
| dramatically towards them. | |
| GRANT | |
| Oh, no! GO, Tim, go! Go! | |
| They climb down, as fast as they can, as the big branch | |
| that is supporting the car CREAKS, ready to give way any | |
| second. | |
| GRANT | |
| Faster! Faster! | |
| The branch breaks. Disintegrates, really, and the car falls | |
| straight at them. | |
| Grant and Tim let go of the branch they're on and fall, | |
| THUDDING into another branch a few feet down. The car | |
| SMACKS into the bug branch they just vacated, and stops | |
| there. | |
| 104. | |
| Grant and Tim are half climbing, half falling down the tree | |
| now, slipping on the resin-covered branches, just trying | |
| like hell to get out of the way. | |
| CREEEE-POW! The second branch breaks, and now the car | |
| SMASHES and CRASHES through a network of thinner branches, | |
| headed right for them. It hits open space and goes into | |
| free fall. | |
| Grant turns, and puts up his arms in defense -- | |
| -- and the car stops, SLAMMING into a thick branch just | |
| above him. | |
| Grant looks up, eyeball to eyeball with the front grill. | |
| The new branch starts to CREAK. | |
| Grant and Tim basically fall down the rest of the tree, the | |
| car BASHING its way through right behind them. They jump | |
| the last six or seven feet and hit the ground, hard. | |
| Grant grabs Tim and rolls with him, to the side, just as | |
| the car SMASHES into the earth, nose first, standing | |
| upright that way. | |
| They look up in relief, but the damn thing's still heading | |
| for them, now tipping over, falling straight at them, and | |
| there's no way they have time to get out of the way this | |
| time, so Grant just balls himself up on top of Tim to try | |
| to protect him and -- | |
| -- CRASH! The jeep falls on top of them. Grant, amazingly | |
| unhurt, looks up confused. | |
| They're inside the jeep again, saved by the hole sunroof. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 56 EXT. CULVERT - NIGHT 56 | |
| LEX is still in the culvert, terrified, slowly BANGING her | |
| head against the wall. | |
| GRANT is at the mouth of the culvert, carefully studying | |
| the rinky-dink map of the park he picked up during the | |
| slide show. | |
| GRANT | |
| Okay -- okay -- | |
| 105. | |
| He's trying to get his bearings from the crude, cartoon- | |
| like drawing on the map, but it's tough. | |
| He looks up, picking a direction, and shoves the map in his | |
| pocket decisively. | |
| He looks back in at Lex. | |
| GRANT | |
| Lex, you're going to have to get | |
| out of there. | |
| (he walks towards her) | |
| Hiding isn't a rational solution; | |
| we have to improve our situation. | |
| She doesn't move. Grant looks at Tim. | |
| GRANT | |
| Tim's out here. | |
| (Grant picks Tim up) | |
| He's okay. | |
| Still nothing. Grant tries a new tact. | |
| GRANT | |
| (walking away) | |
| 'Course you could just wait in | |
| there while we go back and get | |
| help. | |
| TIM | |
| (following Grant) | |
| That's a good idea. | |
| GRANT | |
| You'll probably be safe enough | |
| (alone) | |
| on your own -- | |
| TIM | |
| I doubt it. | |
| GRANT | |
| Maybe -- it's hard to say. | |
| LEX | |
| Liar! You said you wouldn't leave! | |
| GRANT | |
| I'm trying to use psychology to get | |
| you out of the drain, you know! | |
| 106. | |
| She just stares at him like he's nuts. Tim shakes his head | |
| at Grant, as if to say "nice try." Grant calms his tone. | |
| GRANT | |
| We can't go back the way we came. | |
| What we have is a free-range T-rex | |
| on the road. There's | |
| (there are) | |
| fences on either side. If we meet | |
| him between here and the lodge, | |
| we'd have problems. But what this | |
| means, what this means, is that | |
| this whole paddock is empty. It's | |
| safe. | |
| LEX | |
| It's safe? | |
| GRANT | |
| It's safe. | |
| LEX | |
| It's safe. | |
| GRANT | |
| Go | |
| (and) | |
| that's the way we're going to go. | |
| What do you say? | |
| LEX | |
| Alright. | |
| He's spoken calmly and confidently, so Lex crawls out of | |
| the culvert and stands next to him. | |
| GRANT | |
| Good girl. | |
| He kisses her hand and helps her crawl out of the culvert. | |
| Tim and Lex nod, and he starts off in the direction he | |
| indicated. They trail behind him. | |
| GRANT | |
| Might be kind of slow, but it can't | |
| be more than three or four miles. | |
| I'd hoped the rex finished feeding | |
| by now, but let's not kid | |
| ourselves. Did you know a carnivore | |
| can eat up to 25% of its body | |
| weight in | |
| (about) | |
| 107. | |
| one sitting, so he's probably just | |
| ready to move on to the main course | |
| by now -- | |
| He stops in the middle of the sentence, noticing he's | |
| alone. He turns around. Now both kids have scampered all | |
| the way back into the culvert, terrified. | |
| 57 EXT. PARK ROAD - NIGHT 57 | |
| MULDOON and ELLIE race down the park road in an open-topped | |
| jeep like the one Nedry took earlier. Neither of them | |
| speak, they just stare ahead grimly, wondering what they're | |
| about to find. | |
| MULDOON | |
| There they are! | |
| They round a corner and come to the top of the hill, where | |
| the attack took place. The jeep skids to a stop and they | |
| jump out. | |
| The road is rutted, muddy mess. The cement block house is a | |
| pile of rubble. One of the Explorers is gone, the other | |
| stands untouched, both doors hanging open. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Oh, God. Where's the other car? | |
| She runs to the Explorer. Muldoon follows, looking around. | |
| AT THE EXPLORER, Ellie leans in and looks around. Nobody's | |
| there. She and Muldoon walk towards the wreckage of the | |
| outhouse, calling out: | |
| ELLIE | |
| I think it's ahead of us. | |
| MULDOON | |
| It could be anywhere. With the | |
| fences out, it can go in and out of | |
| any paddock it likes. | |
| They hear a MOANING sound from somewhere in the wreckage of | |
| the restroom building. They rush over to it. | |
| IAN MALCOLM lies on his back, semiconscious among the | |
| twisted wood and cement. | |
| MULDOON | |
| It's Malcolm! | |
| 108. | |
| He shines his light along the length of Malcolm's body. His | |
| shirt is soaked with blood, but his right leg is even worse | |
| off. The right ankle it bent outward at a strange angle | |
| from his leg, the trousers flattened, soaked with blood. | |
| Malcolm's belt has been twisted around his thigh. | |
| ELLIE | |
| He's put a tourniquet on. Ian! Ian! | |
| Malcolm GROANS as she touches him, groggy. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| Remind me to talk John for a lovely | |
| weekend. | |
| The T-rex ROARS again. But closer now. Ellie and Muldoon | |
| look at each other. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Can we chance moving him? | |
| MALCOLM | |
| Please -- chance it. | |
| Muldoon lays Malcolm as carefully as possible in the back | |
| of the jeep. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| Where are the kids? | |
| Ellie looks around. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Lex! Tim! | |
| She turns and looks back at the empty road. She's on the | |
| verge of tears, but is fighting them back. | |
| MULDOON | |
| Dr. Sattler, I've seen a lot of | |
| animal attacks. People just | |
| disappear. No blood, no trace. | |
| That's the way it happens. | |
| ELLIE | |
| No, no, no! | |
| She walks to the edge of the road, her eyes following the | |
| deep ruts the Explorer made when it went over the edge. | |
| Muldoon gets ready to leave. | |
| MULDOON | |
| 109. | |
| Ellie, com one!! | |
| ELLIE | |
| The other car! | |
| 58 EXT. CLEARING - NIGHT 58 | |
| ELLIE's and MULDOON's flashlight beams spray light by the | |
| base of the tree. | |
| MULDOON | |
| Dr. Grant! | |
| ELLIE | |
| Alan! | |
| They find the wrecked Explorer. Muldoon peers inside, | |
| looking for anything. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Do you see anything? | |
| MULDOON | |
| I don't know. | |
| The T-rex ROARS again, closer still Ellie nervously goes to | |
| the other side of the car and looks in. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Alan?! | |
| MULDOON | |
| They're not here. | |
| Ellie desperately searches the ground for any signs of | |
| Grant. | |
| She finds their footprints. | |
| ELLIE (O.S.) | |
| Thank God. | |
| 59 EXT. PARK ROAD - NIGHT 59 | |
| MALCOLM, laid out in the back of the jeep, feels something | |
| strange. He looks down, at the one of the T-rex footprints | |
| in the road. It's filled with water. | |
| The water in the puddle vibrates rhythmically. | |
| 110. | |
| Malcolm's eyes widen. He looks around, frantically. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| Uh -- anybody? Anybody hear that? | |
| 60 EXT. CLEARING - NIGHT 60 | |
| ELLIE is still looking around, to MULDOON's chagrin. Her | |
| flashlight falls on three sets of footprints in the mud. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Look! | |
| Wit her flashlight, she follows the trail the footprints | |
| made. | |
| They lead into the jungle and disappear. | |
| 61 EXT. PARK ROAD - NIGHT 61 | |
| MALCOLM's staring , wide-eyed, at the rings in the water, | |
| which are getting bigger now. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| It's a -- an impact tremor is what | |
| it is, it, uh -- | |
| BOOM. BOOM. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| I'm fairly alarmed here! | |
| ELLIE and MALCOLM come up over the embankment, excited. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| Gotta move, gotta get out of here. | |
| Let's go - we gotta go, we gotta | |
| get out of here, right now! Go, go! | |
| Let's hurry, let's get out of here! | |
| They stop talking. The BOOMING is louder now, and faster. | |
| Much faster. They look back, over their shoulders. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Oh. | |
| Ellie and Muldoon get into the jeep, Muldoon in the | |
| driver's seat. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| 111. | |
| Move now! Let's go, let's go, right | |
| now, right now! | |
| The tyrannosaur SMASHES out of the jungle foliage, bursts | |
| onto the road, and runs straight at them, moving at least | |
| thirty miles an hour. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| GOGOGOGOGOGOGOGOGOGO! | |
| Muldoon fumbles for the keys, turns the jeep over, and | |
| SLAMS it into gear. He drops the clutch, hits the gas, and | |
| tears ass out of there. | |
| But the jeep is slow to work through the first few gears. | |
| Terrified, Ellie dares to look down, to the side view | |
| mirror, which tells her "Objects Are Closer Than They | |
| Appear." | |
| And they sure are. The T-rex is still gaining on the slowly | |
| accelerating jeep. All three of them stare back at the rex | |
| in terror -- | |
| ELLIE | |
| Faster, faster! | |
| MALCOLM | |
| Must go faster, it's getting closer | |
| - must go faster! | |
| ELLIE | |
| Faster! Shit, shit, shit, faster! | |
| MALCOLM | |
| Must go faster, go, go. Open it up, | |
| 5th gear, 5th gear! Here it comes! | |
| Stand on it! Fifth - stand on it, | |
| 5th gear, go! | |
| -- which means they don't see the half-fallen tree branch | |
| right in front of them, blocking the path of the road. | |
| Muldoon looks back first, SHOUTS -- | |
| MULDOON | |
| DOWN! | |
| -- they all duck. | |
| The windshield hits the branch and SHATTERS as the jeep | |
| flies ahead, really picking up speed now. | |
| 112. | |
| The T-rex just runs right through the branch, SMASHING it | |
| entirely. | |
| They're bounced around pretty badly. Malcolm is knocked | |
| into the front, and in so doing knocks the gear shift into | |
| neutral. The engine RACES, the T-rex closes in again -- | |
| Losing ground now, the dinosaur makes a final lunge for the | |
| jeep and CRUNCHES into the left rear quarter panel -- | |
| ELLIE | |
| Faster, faster! | |
| -- but Muldoon SLAMS it back into gear and guns it. The T- | |
| rex gives up, fading into the distance. | |
| They drive in silence for a few moments, all scared out of | |
| their wits. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| Think they'll have that on the | |
| tour? | |
| 62 EXT. PARK GROUND - NIGHT 62 | |
| GRANT, LEX, and TIM make their way through Jurassic Park. | |
| Far in the distance, there's another ROAR. Grant hears it, | |
| but tries not to show it. | |
| LEX | |
| Hear that? | |
| (or) | |
| Are you hearing this? | |
| GRANT | |
| No, I didn't hear anything. | |
| (or) | |
| No, we're okay. | |
| They keep walking, but now Grant is looking around for a | |
| safe place to hide. He looks up, to the towering trees | |
| around them. | |
| GRANT | |
| You | |
| (guys) | |
| both look pretty tired. I think | |
| (or) | |
| why don't we find | |
| (or) | |
| we ought to find someplace to rest. | |
| 113. | |
| He hears another ROAR | |
| GRANT | |
| Like about now. C'mon! Hurry up! | |
| Like this tree. | |
| LEX | |
| Why are we hurrying if there's | |
| nothing wrong? | |
| TIM | |
| What if we fall? I hate trees. | |
| 63 EXT. TREE - NIGHT 63 | |
| LEX, TIM, and GRANT climb. Grant is behind, watching the | |
| other two, giving them a push up when they need it. | |
| TIM | |
| I hate trees! | |
| LEX | |
| They don't bother me. | |
| TIM | |
| Yeah, you weren't in that last one. | |
| Now, near the top of the tree, the three of them sit there, | |
| dangling their legs, looking out over the park. | |
| It's an incredible view. They can see in all directions. | |
| And with the full moon, there's a lot of detail. | |
| Most striking of all are dozens of sauropod heads, at the | |
| end of long necks, that tower over the park. | |
| TIM | |
| Hey! Those are brontosauruses -- I | |
| mean, those are brachiosauruses. | |
| GRANT | |
| It's okay to call them brontosaurs, | |
| Tim. It's a great name. It's a | |
| romantic name. It means "thunder | |
| lizard". | |
| TIM | |
| (digging that) | |
| "Thunder lizard!" | |
| 114. | |
| Grant finds a solid web of branch and settles himself in | |
| it, leaning back against the trunk of the tree, with a | |
| little room on either side of him. Lex nestles up next to | |
| him on the branch. Grant is surprised, but accepts it. | |
| Tim climbs off to the side, to a nook in the branch of his | |
| own. | |
| Silent of a moment, the three can hear the HOOTS of the | |
| animals as they call. Some are almost musical. | |
| GRANT | |
| Listen to that! They're singing! | |
| (he moves over to a | |
| higher branch) | |
| Of course no one's ever heard one | |
| from a dinosaur before, but -- I | |
| could swear that sounds | |
| suspiciously to me like a mating | |
| call. | |
| (to me) | |
| In an all-female environment -- | |
| (or) | |
| On an all-girl island? | |
| He smiles, enchanted. He HOOTS himself, trying to imitate | |
| one of the calls. Immediately, five or six of the heads | |
| turn in their direction and HOOT back. | |
| LEX | |
| No, no, sh, sh, sh -- stop! Stop! | |
| Stop! Don't let the monsters come | |
| over here! | |
| LEX | |
| They're not monsters, Lex. They're | |
| just animals. And these are | |
| herbivores. | |
| TIM | |
| That means they only eat | |
| vegetables. But for you, I think | |
| they'd make an exception. | |
| GRANT | |
| Tim, Tim, Tim... | |
| LEX | |
| Oh, I hate the other kind. | |
| GRANT | |
| They're just doing what they do. | |
| (or) | |
| 115. | |
| Well the other kind -- | |
| (he gets off the branch | |
| and goes back to sit with | |
| the kids) | |
| -- just do what they do. | |
| LEX | |
| Dorkatops! | |
| TIM | |
| Straight-A brainiac! | |
| GRANT | |
| Could you guys possibly cool that | |
| for a -- | |
| Satisfied, Tim settles in for the night. Grant shifts too, | |
| getting comfortable, but something in his pocket pinches | |
| him. He winces and digs it out. It's the velociraptor claw | |
| he unearthed so long ago in Montana | |
| Yesterday, actually. He looks at it, thinking a million | |
| thoughts, staring at this thing that used to be so | |
| priceless. | |
| LEX | |
| What are you gonna do now if you | |
| don't have to dig of dinosaur bones | |
| any more? | |
| GRANT | |
| I guess we'll just have to evolve | |
| too. | |
| TIM | |
| What do you call a blind dinosaur? | |
| GRANT | |
| I don't know. What do you call a | |
| blind dinosaur? | |
| TIM | |
| A Do-you-think-he-saurus. What do | |
| you call a blind dinosaur's dog? | |
| GRANT | |
| You got me. | |
| TIM | |
| A Do-you-think-he-saurus Rex. | |
| Grant laughs. Both kids finally close their eyes, but after | |
| a moment, Lex pops hers open again. | |
| 116. | |
| LEX | |
| What if the dinosaur comes back | |
| while we're all asleep? | |
| GRANT | |
| I'll stay awake. | |
| LEX | |
| (skeptical) | |
| All night? | |
| GRANT | |
| All night. | |
| Grant lets the claw fall to the ground. | |
| 64 INT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT 64 | |
| ELLIE comes into the darkened restaurant, following the | |
| source of the flickering light. A candle burns at a table | |
| in the corner. | |
| JOHN HAMMOND sits at the table, alone. There is a bucket of | |
| ice cream in the middle, and he's eating a dish of it, | |
| staring down morosely. | |
| Ellie draws up to the table and Hammond looks up at her. | |
| His eyes are puffy, his hair is messed up -- for the first | |
| time we've seen him, the fire is gone from his eyes. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| They were all melting. | |
| (or) | |
| It was all melting. | |
| Ellie just nods. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Malcolm's okay for now. I gave him | |
| a shot of morphine. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| They'll all be fine. Who better to | |
| get the children through Jurassic | |
| Park than a dinosaur expert? | |
| Ellie nods. Another pause. Hammond breaks it again. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| 117. | |
| You know the first attraction I | |
| ever built when I came down south | |
| from Scotland? Was a Flea Circus, | |
| Petticoat Lane. Really quite | |
| wonderful. We had a wee trapeze, a | |
| roundabout -- a merry-go -- what | |
| you call it? | |
| ELLIE | |
| Carousel. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| A carousel -- and a seesaw. They | |
| all moved, motorized of course, but | |
| people would swear they could see | |
| the fleas. "I see the fleas, mummy! | |
| Can't you see the fleas?" Clown | |
| fleas, high wire fleas, fleas on | |
| parade... | |
| (he trails off) | |
| Ellie just looks at him, not sure what his state is. He | |
| goes on. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| But with this place, I -- I wanted | |
| to give | |
| (show) | |
| them something real, something that | |
| wasn't an illusion, something they | |
| could see and | |
| (feel) | |
| touch. An aim devoid of | |
| (without) | |
| merit. | |
| ELLIE | |
| But you can't think through this | |
| one. You have to feel it. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| You're absolutely right. Yes, | |
| you're right. Hiring Nedry was a | |
| mistake, that's obvious. We're | |
| over-dependent on automation, I can | |
| see that now. But that's all | |
| correctable for the next time | |
| around. | |
| ELLIE | |
| 118. | |
| John, John. John, you're still | |
| building onto that Flea Circus, | |
| that illusion. And now you're | |
| adding onto it by what you're doing | |
| here. That's the illusion. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| (When) | |
| Once we have control again we -- | |
| ELLIE | |
| Control?! You never had control! I | |
| was overwhelmed by the power of | |
| this place. So I made a mistake | |
| too. I didn't have enough respect | |
| for that power, and it's out now. | |
| You're sitting here trying to pick | |
| up the pieces. John, there's | |
| nothing worth picking up. The only | |
| thing that matters now are the | |
| people we love. Alan, Lex, and Tim. | |
| And John, they're out there where | |
| people are dying -- people are | |
| dying, you know? | |
| There is a long pause. Hammond avoids her gaze. Ellie | |
| reaches out and takes a spoon out of one of the buckets of | |
| ice cream, and licks it. Finally: | |
| ELLIE | |
| It's good. | |
| He looks up at her, and his face is different, as the | |
| unhappy irony of what he's about to say finally hits home. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Spared no expense. | |
| 65 EXT. PARK - DAWN 65 | |
| The sun comes up over Jurassic Park. The danger of the | |
| night before is overcome by the sheer beauty of the place - | |
| - it really is like the Serengeti Plain. | |
| Over at the edge of a great open field, a huge tree marks | |
| the border between the open area and the thick of the | |
| jungle. | |
| UP IN THE TREE, GRANT, TIM, and LEX are asleep in the | |
| branches of the tree, both kids now curled up under Grant's | |
| arms. | |
| 119. | |
| A heavy shadow falls over all three of them, blocking out | |
| the sun entirely. Grant awakens, only a little bit asleep, | |
| as -- | |
| -- a brachiosaur's head pushes into the tree branches, | |
| right up beside them. It hesitates there for a second, | |
| seemingly staring at them. Grant just watches as it opens | |
| its mouth very wide and CHOMPS down on a branch over their | |
| heads. | |
| The kids awaken with a start. Tim points, Lex opens her | |
| mouth to scream, but nothing comes out. Then -- | |
| LEX | |
| Go away! | |
| GRANT | |
| (quietly) | |
| It's okay! It's okay! It's a | |
| brachiosaur! | |
| TIM | |
| Veggiesaurus, Lex, Veggiesaurus! | |
| But Lex isn't taking any chances and scrambles back, away | |
| from its mouth. Tim and Grant come together on the branch, | |
| just staring at the dinosaur in wonder as it eats its | |
| breakfast. | |
| Grant gets another branch. | |
| Tim scampers up, trying to get the brachiosaur's attention. | |
| TIM | |
| Come here, boy -- I mean girl. | |
| (he tries whistling) | |
| Grant moves forward and tries to feed the brachiosaur. The | |
| animal gets the end of the branch and starts a tug-of-war | |
| with Grant. | |
| Tim tries to help him -- they really begin to have a good | |
| time with the brachiosaur. | |
| HONK! The brachiosaur makes a loud honking noise, startling | |
| Grant and the kids. | |
| GRANT | |
| Take a bite, take a bite. I'm not | |
| letting go. | |
| TIM | |
| It's so strong! Look at its nose. | |
| 120. | |
| (he grabs onto the | |
| branch) | |
| Need help? | |
| Tim reaches out, petting the dinosaur's head while it | |
| chews. | |
| TIM | |
| That's a girl. Hey Lex, you can | |
| touch it. It's a girl, just like | |
| you. Come on, it's okay. Lex, come | |
| on and touch it. It likes you. It's | |
| gotta like you. Come on Lex. Lex, | |
| come over and touch -- it's a girl, | |
| it has to like you. Lex, why don't | |
| you touch it. It has to like you. | |
| It's a girl. | |
| GRANT | |
| Come on, try some. Take a bite. | |
| TIM | |
| It's good protein. Come on, Lex. | |
| Why don't you touch it? Look at his | |
| nose. | |
| GRANT | |
| This is a seventy-seven ton animal. | |
| Come on over, Lex! Just think of it | |
| as a big cow. Look at it's teeth? | |
| (he moves in closer) | |
| Come here, girl. This is a seventy- | |
| seven ton animal. Just think of it | |
| as a big cow! | |
| Grant maneuvers in closer. He reaches out and grabs hold of | |
| the thing's lip with both hands and pulls it down, | |
| revealing the jaw at work. | |
| LEX | |
| I like cows. | |
| GRANT | |
| You're a beautiful big animal. | |
| TIM | |
| His nose is running. It looks like | |
| it has a cold. | |
| The dinosaur keeps chewing, not objecting to the | |
| inspection. | |
| TIM | |
| 121. | |
| Did you smell that? | |
| Lex tentatively edges forward in the tree to the | |
| inspection. | |
| LEX | |
| Come on girl, up here. | |
| She barely touches the thing on the tip of its nose -- | |
| -- and it SNEEZES. It's a vast explosion, and Lex falls | |
| back, dripping wet from head to toe. | |
| TIM | |
| God bless you! | |
| ON THE GROUND, Lex, her shirt is soaked, and face all wet, | |
| walks away from the tree. Tim and Grant follow. | |
| TIM | |
| Oh, great. Now she'll never try | |
| anything new! | |
| Lex is embarrassed and ticked off. | |
| TIM | |
| She'll just sit in her room and | |
| never come out and play with her | |
| computer -- | |
| LEX | |
| (as she wipes off some of | |
| the wet and throws it at | |
| Tim) | |
| I'm a hacker! | |
| TIM | |
| That's what I said! You're a nerd! | |
| They don't call you people hackers | |
| anymore -- they call you people | |
| nerds! | |
| Tim and Lex continue talking, oblivious to Grant, who has | |
| stopped by a tree root trunk. | |
| TIM | |
| Hey Lex, ahhhchooo! | |
| (or) | |
| Hey Lex, com here. | |
| LEX | |
| What? | |
| 122. | |
| TIM | |
| Hey Lex, you forgot to say | |
| gazundheit. | |
| Grant is still crouching on the ground below the tree where | |
| he landed, staring at something in the palm of his hand. | |
| They both come and look over his shoulder, curious. They | |
| stare in amazement -- | |
| -- at a whole clutch of dinosaur eggs! All hatched, now | |
| empty. | |
| Grant picks up one of the fragments, a large one - nearly | |
| half an egg. | |
| GRANT | |
| You know what this is? It's a | |
| dinosaur egg. The dinosaurs are | |
| breeding. | |
| TIM | |
| (taking the shell from | |
| him) | |
| But -- my grandpa said all the | |
| dinosaurs were girls. | |
| GRANT | |
| Amphibian DNA. | |
| LEX | |
| What's that? | |
| GRANT | |
| Well, on the tour -- the film said | |
| they used frog DNA to fill in the | |
| gene sequence gaps. They mutated | |
| the dinosaur's genetic code and | |
| blended it with that of frogs. Now, | |
| some West African frogs have been | |
| known to spontaneously change sex | |
| from male to female, in a single | |
| sex environment. Malcolm was right! | |
| Look, life found a way! | |
| 66 INT. CONTROL ROOM - DAY 66 | |
| 123. | |
| The mood in the room is hopeless. MALCOLM, his wounds | |
| bandaged, but in real pain, hangs around with ELLIE and | |
| MULDOON, hoping for some development while RAY ARNOLD is | |
| still at the computer terminal and looking a mess, he | |
| doggedly sorts through the computer system's lines of code. | |
| One. By one. By one. They BLIP by, reflected in his | |
| glasses. He turns and stares up at HAMMOND with a look of | |
| absolute incredulity on his face. | |
| ARNOLD | |
| No, no, no, that's crazy, you're | |
| out of your mind, he's absolutely | |
| out of his mind -- | |
| ELLIE | |
| Wait a minute. What exactly does | |
| this mean? | |
| Hammond turns to her, the twinkle back in his eye. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| We're talking, my dear, about a | |
| calculated risk, which is the only | |
| option left to us. We will never | |
| find the command NEDRY used. He | |
| covered his tracks far too well, | |
| and I think it's obvious he's not | |
| coming back. So shutting down the | |
| system - - | |
| ARNOLD | |
| I will not do it. You'll have to | |
| get somebody else, because I will | |
| not. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| -- shutting down the system is the | |
| only way to guarantee wiping out | |
| everything he did. If I understand | |
| correctly, all the system will come | |
| back on their original start-up | |
| modes correct? | |
| ARNOLD | |
| Theoretically, yeah | |
| (yes) | |
| , but we've never shut down the | |
| whole system. It may not come back | |
| at all. | |
| ELLIE | |
| But would we get the phones back? | |
| 124. | |
| ARNOLD | |
| Yeah, again, in theory, but -- | |
| MULDOON | |
| (desperate) | |
| What about the lysine contingency? | |
| We could put that into effect! | |
| ELLIE | |
| What's that? | |
| HAMMOND | |
| It's absolutely out of the | |
| question. | |
| Hammond walks away from the group. | |
| ARNOLD | |
| The lysine contingency - it's | |
| intended to prevent the spread of | |
| the animals is case they ever got | |
| off the island, but we could use it | |
| now. Dr. Wu inserted a gene that | |
| makes a single faulty enzyme in | |
| protein metabolism. Animals can't | |
| manufacture the amino acid lysine. | |
| Unless they're continually supplied | |
| with lysine by us, they'll go into | |
| a coma and die. | |
| ELLIE | |
| How would we cut off the lysine? | |
| ARNOLD | |
| No trick to it. Just stop running | |
| the program. Leaving them | |
| unattended. | |
| Malcolm speaks up. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| How soon before they become | |
| comatose? | |
| ARNOLD | |
| It would be totally painless -- | |
| they'd just slip into | |
| unconsciousness and they die. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| How long before they slip into | |
| unconsciousness? | |
| 125. | |
| ARNOLD | |
| About -- seven days, more or less. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Seven days?! Seven days?! Oh, | |
| great. Oh good -- clever. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| That'll - it'd be a first; man and | |
| dinosaur all die together. John's | |
| plan. | |
| (he raises a hand) | |
| Hammond finally loses his cool. He BELLOWS, summoning every | |
| ounce of authority at his command. And that's quite a bit. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| PEOPLE ARE DYING! | |
| There is a moment in which no one dares to speak. Hammond | |
| regains himself. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Will you please shut down the | |
| system. | |
| Arnold swallows and gets to his feet. | |
| ARNOLD | |
| You asked for it -- | |
| He walks slowly across the room to a red metal box on the | |
| wall. | |
| He takes a key from his belt, unlocks the door, and opens | |
| it. | |
| There is a row of four switches inside. He flips them off, | |
| one by one, leaving only a single lever left. | |
| His hand hovers over it... and he flips the lever. | |
| ARNOLD | |
| -- and you got it. | |
| Every monitor, every terminal, every fluorescent light | |
| shuts out. plunging them into near-darkness. | |
| They just sit in eerie stillness for a moment. | |
| ELLIE | |
| (hushed voice) | |
| How long will this take? | |
| 126. | |
| ARNOLD | |
| 'Bout thirty seconds. | |
| They wait, in tense silence. Hammond adjusts the wilting | |
| silk handkerchief in his breast pocket. He notices Malcolm | |
| staring at him, his eyes full of disapproval. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| I think perhaps I'll just sit down. | |
| I don't suppose you think all that | |
| much of me now, do you? | |
| MALCOLM | |
| You're all right, John You're okay. | |
| It's just you don't have | |
| intelligence. You have | |
| "thinktelligence." You think | |
| narrowly and call it "being | |
| focused." You don't see the | |
| consequences. You're very good at | |
| solving problems, at getting | |
| answers -- but you just don't know | |
| the right questions. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Ian -- | |
| Malcolm looks at her. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| Yes? | |
| ELLIE | |
| -- shut up. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| Yes. | |
| (to Hammond) | |
| It's not a criticism, by the way. | |
| Finally, Arnold turns back to the box. He flips the row of | |
| safety switches back again, then hesitates by the main | |
| switch. | |
| ARNOLD | |
| Hold on to your butts. | |
| He throws it. And nothing happens. There is a very long | |
| pause. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| It's not working. | |
| 127. | |
| ARNOLD | |
| Uh -- | |
| MULDOON | |
| Listen, which of you knows how to | |
| handle a gun? | |
| Arnold, who can't quite understand this, races over to the | |
| main monitor | |
| ARNOLD | |
| (joyously) | |
| HAH! It's okay! It's okay! Look! | |
| See that?! LOOK! | |
| They stare at the monitor, which glows with a faint amber | |
| light, the only mechanical thing in the room that's on. The | |
| left hand corner of the screen displays two words -- system | |
| ready. | |
| Arnold looks at them, his face triumphant. | |
| ARNOLD | |
| It's on! It worked! | |
| HAMMOND | |
| That will teach you to trust | |
| Grandpa. | |
| MALCOLM | |
| Wait a minute? What do you mean | |
| "worked"? Everything is still off! | |
| ARNOLD | |
| The shutdown must have tripped the | |
| circuit breakers. All we have to do | |
| is turn them back on, reboot a few | |
| systems in here -- the phones, | |
| security doors, half a dozen others | |
| -- but it worked! System ready! | |
| MULDOON | |
| Where are the breakers? | |
| ARNOLD | |
| Out in the maintenance shed. Other | |
| side of the compound. I'll go out | |
| there. Three minutes, and I can | |
| have the power back on in the | |
| entire park. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| 128. | |
| Just to be safe, I'd like to have | |
| everybody in the emergency bunker | |
| until Mr. Arnold returns, and the | |
| whole system is back on its feet | |
| again. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 67 EXT. COMPOUND - DAY 67 | |
| MULDOON and ELLIE carry a Gerry rigged stretcher with | |
| MALCOLM on it down a narrow path in the compound. HAMMOND | |
| is with them. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 68 EXT. PARK GROUNDS - DAY 68 | |
| GRANT, TIM, and LEX walk through the park grounds, heading | |
| across a relatively open area. Grant consults the map. | |
| TIM & LEX | |
| I'm tired, and I'm hungry. When I | |
| get back I'm gonna have peanuts | |
| and...etc. | |
| GRANT | |
| The visitor's center should be just | |
| about a mile beyond that rise. If | |
| we keep -- | |
| The ANIMAL CRY they heard earlier is closer now, louder, | |
| and repeated by many more animals. Grant looks up. | |
| GRANT | |
| What is that? Can you tell me what | |
| they are? | |
| TIM | |
| Gallimimus. | |
| He turns around, to face the direction the sound is coming | |
| from. | |
| He squints. The ANIMAL CRY are much louder now, accompanied | |
| by a low rumble. | |
| TIM | |
| Here -- they're flocking this way. | |
| 129. | |
| Grant takes a few steps forward. As he watches, he can make | |
| out shapes in the distance. | |
| Dinosaurs. Dozens of them. All at once, he figures it out. | |
| GRANT | |
| STAMPEDE! | |
| And that's exactly what it is, a stampede of at least forty | |
| dinosaurs, Gallimimus by name. Lex is ready to get out of | |
| there, but Grant and Tim hesitate, staring. | |
| The dinosaurs kick up a flock of birds, which startles | |
| them, and they call change direction at once, the same way. | |
| GRANT | |
| Look at the wheeling -- the uniform | |
| direction change! Like a flock of | |
| birds evading a predator! | |
| Sure enough, they hear a ROAR, the very familiar roar -- | |
| -- of Tyrannosaurus rex. | |
| GRANT | |
| Oh, shit. | |
| Grant and the kids whirl at the sound, but can't place it, | |
| as it seems to come from all around them. They look back | |
| towards the stampede. The herd spontaneously changes | |
| direction again, and now they're headed straight at them. | |
| The three of them take off, across the meadow, toward the | |
| relative cover of the jungle. It's a real footrace, but the | |
| herd is far faster, and Grant knows they're not going to | |
| make it. | |
| They jump over a huge root network. There's a space under | |
| it to hide, and Grant stops the kids, shoves them | |
| underneath, then follows them. They cover their heads as | |
| the herd THUNDERS over the roots. | |
| Chunks of everything fly everywhere as the herd plows | |
| overhead, their clawed feet striking the roots dangerously | |
| close to Grant and the kids. | |
| Finally, they pass. Grant peers up, over the top root. He | |
| looks toward the trees, which the herd is now running | |
| alongside. | |
| A ROAR comes from somewhere within the trees. | |
| Grant scans the trees, looking for any sign of the T-rex -- | |
| 130. | |
| -- and then it bursts out, ahead of the herd, cutting them | |
| off, throwing them into disarray, scattering them | |
| everywhere. | |
| They all stare as the rex kicks it into overdrive, runs | |
| down one of the Gallimimus, and sinks its teeth into its | |
| neck. | |
| The T-rex makes the kill in a cloud of dust and debris. | |
| Tim and Grant half rise to their feet, staring in wonder. | |
| LEX | |
| I wanna go -- now! | |
| But Grant and Tim are transfixed, watching the T-rex. | |
| GRANT | |
| Watch how it eats! | |
| LEX | |
| Please! | |
| GRANT | |
| Bet you'll never look at birds the | |
| same way again! | |
| Tim nods in fascination. The T-rex pauses in the middle of | |
| its meal and ROARS. | |
| LEX | |
| Let's go! | |
| GRANT | |
| Okay. Keep low. Follow me. | |
| She turns and takes off, running as fast as she can, across | |
| the open plain. Tim and Grant tear themselves away and | |
| follow her. | |
| TIM | |
| Look at all it's blood! | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 69 INT. BUNKER - DAY 69 | |
| ELLIE paces impatiently. She comes down the stairs. | |
| ELLIE | |
| 131. | |
| Something's happened. Something | |
| went wrong. | |
| MULDOON paces too. HAMMOND and MALCOLM are also crammed in | |
| the underground bunker. Malcolm lays on a table, while | |
| Hammond tries to tend to his wounds. | |
| Hammond speaks, still feeling the obligation of the host. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| This is just a delay, that's all | |
| this is. All major theme parks have | |
| had delays. When they opened | |
| Disneyland in 1956, nothing worked, | |
| nothing. | |
| ELLIE | |
| John... | |
| MALCOLM | |
| But, John. But if the Pirates of | |
| the Caribbean breaks down, the | |
| pirates don't eat the tourists. | |
| Another pause. More pacing. | |
| ELLIE | |
| I can't wait anymore. Something | |
| went wrong. I'm going to go get the | |
| power back on. | |
| MULDOON | |
| You can't just stroll down the | |
| road, you know. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Bob, let's not be too hasty. He's | |
| only been gone -- | |
| (he looks at his watch) | |
| Muldoon walks over to a steel cabinet. Ellie joins him. | |
| MULDOON | |
| I'm going with you. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Okay. | |
| Muldoon CLANGS open a steel cabinet, revealing an | |
| impressive array of weaponry inside. He removes a shotgun | |
| and what looks like a small rocket launcher. He shoves a | |
| shell into the barrel of the rocket launcher, which accepts | |
| it with a faint electronic SIZZLE. | |
| 132. | |
| Hammond searches out the set of blueprints, gets them out | |
| of the file cabinet and spreads them out on top of Malcolm | |
| almost crushing his leg. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Sorry. | |
| Ellie and Muldoon join Hammond. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| This isn't like switching on the | |
| kitchen light, but I think I can | |
| follow this and talk you through | |
| it. | |
| Hammond signals with a look. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Talk. | |
| (or) | |
| Right. | |
| (or) (nothing) | |
| Ellie gets a couple of walkie-talkies from the shelf and | |
| shoves them in her belt. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Okay. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| But you know, I should really be | |
| the one going | |
| (to go) | |
| ELLIE | |
| Why? | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Well, because you're a -- I'm a -- | |
| ELLIE | |
| Look. | |
| MULDOON | |
| Come on, let's go. | |
| ELLIE | |
| We'll discuss sexism in survival | |
| situations when I get back. | |
| (she backs towards the | |
| door) | |
| You just take me through this step | |
| by step. I'm on channel two. | |
| 133. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 70 EXT. JUNGLE - DAY 70 | |
| GRANT, TIM, and LEX scrambles through the jungle, | |
| completely out of breath, exhausted. They arrive at the | |
| base of the big electrical fence that surrounds the main | |
| compound. | |
| Grant looks up at the fence. It must be over twenty feet | |
| high. | |
| GRANT | |
| It's a bit of a climb. You guys | |
| think you can make it? | |
| TIM | |
| Nope. | |
| LEX | |
| Way too high. | |
| Grant grabs a stick and climbs up on the ledge. He looks at | |
| the warning light on the fence. It's out. He pokes the wire | |
| with a stick. | |
| No sparks fly. | |
| GRANT | |
| Well, I guess that means the | |
| power's off. | |
| Still not trusting the fence, he taps it with his foot. He | |
| moves in slowly and lays both hands on a cable and closes | |
| his fingers around it. | |
| Grant's body shakes! He SCREAMS. The kids SCREAM! He stops, | |
| and turns around slowly...and smiles wickedly. | |
| LEX | |
| That's not funny. | |
| TIM | |
| That was great! | |
| Far in the distance, the T-rex ROARS. Without a second's | |
| delay, both kids leap to their feet. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 71 EXT. BUNKER - DAY 71 | |
| 134. | |
| ELLIE and MULDOON step out of the bunker. | |
| The main compound feels different now - - it belongs more | |
| to the jungle than to civilization. Muldoon has the big gun | |
| in his hands. | |
| ELLIE | |
| (on the radio) | |
| Okay, I'm on channel two. | |
| MULDOON | |
| Stick to my heels. | |
| They start down the path, moving quickly. | |
| 72 EXT. PATH - DAY 72 | |
| MULDOON and ELLIE emerge from one path and come into a | |
| slightly more open area. The huge raptor pen stands | |
| silently, surrounded and penetrated by jungle, the | |
| abandoned goon toward looming over it like a haunted house. | |
| Muldoon slows down, Ellie right next to him. They notice a | |
| hole in the fence that surrounds the raptor pen. | |
| The metal is twisted, as if gnawed, the hole is large | |
| enough for an animal to slip through. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Oh my God. Aw, God. | |
| MULDOON | |
| The shutdown must have turned off | |
| all the fences. | |
| Goddamn it! Even Nedry knew better than to mess with the | |
| raptor fence. | |
| He squats near the hole, looking at the ground. He sees | |
| three sets of footprints. He follows them with his eyes. | |
| They head off in different directions, but all in the | |
| jungle foliage on either side of them. | |
| MULDOON | |
| C'mon on, this way. | |
| ELLIE | |
| I can see the shed from here! We | |
| can make it if we run! | |
| Muldoon walks slowly, as if he heard something. | |
| 135. | |
| MULDOON | |
| No. We can't. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Why not? | |
| MULDOON | |
| Because we're being hunted. From | |
| the bushes straight ahead. | |
| Ellie turns, very slowly, to face the bushes. At first, she | |
| doesn't see anything, but then there's something very | |
| faint, like a shifting of the light, and a shadow seems to | |
| move in the bush, RUSTLING the leaves. | |
| MULDOON | |
| It's all right. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Like hell it is! | |
| Muldoon raises his weapon slowly to his shoulder. | |
| MULDOON | |
| Run, towards the shed. I've got | |
| her. | |
| Ellie backs up, down the path, slowly. Muldoon follows | |
| behind her, keeping his gun trained in the bushes. The | |
| shadow in the bushes moves too, at an even pace with them. | |
| MULDOON | |
| Go! | |
| Ellie, startled, turns and falls over a log. She quickly | |
| stands and starts to run towards the shed. Muldoon walks | |
| slowly into the bushes. | |
| ON THE PATH, Ellie runs as fast as she possibly can -- a | |
| real broken field sprint, hopping over branches, flying | |
| across the open area at top speed. Over a log -- SPLASH!, | |
| she hits a water puddle. She comes to another log obstacle | |
| -- she grabs a tree and swings over it. | |
| She nears the maintenance shed, and doesn't look back. She | |
| reaches the door, blasts through it, and SLAMS it behind | |
| her. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 73 EXT. JUNGLE - DAY 73 | |
| 136. | |
| A hand comes into the foreground and takes a firm grip on | |
| one of the tight fence cables. Another hand follows it, | |
| then a third. | |
| GRANT, TIM, and LEX climb over the fence, pulling | |
| themselves up by the tension wires, crawling right past a | |
| "DANGER!" sign that tells them this fence ought to be | |
| electrified. | |
| 74 INT. BUNKER - DAY 74 | |
| MALCOLM and HAMMOND hover over a complex diagram of the | |
| maintenance shed that's spread out in front of them. | |
| Hammond clutches the radio in his hand, almost praying to | |
| it. | |
| Finally, it CRACKLES. | |
| ELLIE (O.S.) | |
| I'm in. Mr. Arnold? Mr. Arnold? | |
| 75 INT. MAINTENANCE SHED - DAY 75 | |
| ELLIE is at the doorway of the maintenance shed, breathing | |
| hard from fear, listening to Hammond's VOICE on the radio | |
| HAMMOND (O.S.) | |
| Great. Good. Okay -- ahead of you | |
| should be a metal stairway. Go down | |
| it. | |
| Ellie does, heading into the room, shining the flashlight | |
| ahead of her. There is a maze of pipes. ducts, and | |
| electrical work on both sides of her. | |
| 76 INT. SHED - DAY 76 | |
| ELLIE walks straight ahead from the bottom of the metal | |
| stairs. | |
| HAMMOND (O.S.) | |
| Right. After twenty or thirty feet, | |
| you'll come to a T junction. Take a | |
| left. | |
| MALCOLM (O.S.) | |
| John. just have her follow the main | |
| cable -- | |
| HAMMOND (O.S.) | |
| 137. | |
| I understand how to read a | |
| schematic. | |
| Ellie keeps walking, nervous as hell. She looks around. | |
| Awfully dark down here. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Going down the stairs...okay... | |
| damn it! Dead end! | |
| HAMMOND (O.S.) | |
| Wait a minute, wait a minute, there | |
| was a right back there somewhere - | |
| - | |
| MALCOLM (O.S.) | |
| (taking over) | |
| Ellie?! Look above you -- there | |
| should be a large bundle of cable | |
| and pipes all leading in the same | |
| direction! Follow that! | |
| Ellie looks up, finds the bunch of cables, and follows it | |
| into a main corridor. | |
| ELLIE | |
| (into the radio) | |
| Piping...okay... following the | |
| piping. It goes back up the stairs | |
| and across the stairs... following | |
| the stairs. | |
| HAMMOND (O.S.) | |
| Look for a metal grate and that to | |
| it's longest direction. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Mr. Arnold? He's not answering me. | |
| Okay I'm on the grating. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Good! Keep going, now. The cable | |
| will terminate in a big, gray box. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Okay, I'm following the tubing. I'm | |
| going down a passage way. How long | |
| does this stuff go for? Could you | |
| guys talk a little bit to me? | |
| Walking fast Ellie follows the tubing to the end of the | |
| corridor, where she sees just a box. | |
| 138. | |
| ELLIE | |
| (into the radio) | |
| Okay -- I see the gray box. | |
| Ellie goes through a mesh gate and walks towards the gray | |
| box. | |
| ELLIE | |
| It says "High Voltage". | |
| She pushes the door open even further, revealing a vast | |
| array of breakers and switches inside. | |
| HAMMOND (O.S.) | |
| Now, Ellie, you can't just throw | |
| the main switch by hand, you have | |
| to pump up the primer handle to | |
| give you a charge. It's a large, | |
| flat, gray -- | |
| ELLIE | |
| I see it! | |
| 77 EXT. JUNGLE - DAY 77 | |
| GRANT and the KIDS swig over the top of the fence and start | |
| their climb down. | |
| 78 INT. SHED - DAY 78 | |
| ELLIE pumps the gray handle, which is sluggish. Above it, a | |
| small white indicator CHINGS over the "discharged" to | |
| "charged". Ellie SLAMS the gray lever back into positions. | |
| ELLIE | |
| It's charged, okay! | |
| HAMMOND (O.S.) | |
| Right. | |
| (good) | |
| Now, under the words "contact | |
| position" there's a round green | |
| button that says "push to close!" | |
| Push it! | |
| Ellie does. The "contact position" light CHINGS over to | |
| "closed" and lights start to go on all over the panel. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Did I do it? Is the power back on? | |
| 139. | |
| 79 EXT. JUNGLE - DAY 79 | |
| GRANT and LEX continue to climb down the fence. Tim is | |
| having difficulty -- just as he's about to take another | |
| step, he loses his footing and almost falls... but then | |
| regains control and hangs on. | |
| 80 INT. SHED - DAY 80 | |
| ELLIE watches as the column of twelve white indicator | |
| lights flash on the control panel. They are clearly | |
| labeled, each one for a different area of the park. | |
| HAMMOND (O.S.) | |
| Now Ellie, the red buttons turn on | |
| the individual park systems. Switch | |
| them on. | |
| As Ellie punches the buttons, they light up... and our eyes | |
| go to near the end of the row. | |
| It's marked "Perimeter Fence." | |
| 81 INT. JUNGLE - DAY 81 | |
| GRANT lets go, dropping the last few feet to the ground. | |
| LEX does the same. | |
| A warning light begins to flash, coming back to life. | |
| Grants eyes go wide. He looks up at TIM, who is still far | |
| up - - near the top, in fact, he has to come to a complete | |
| stop. | |
| 82 INT. SHED - DAY 82 | |
| ELLIE keeps pushing the buttons. She's getting closer to | |
| the button for the fence. | |
| 83 EXT. JUNGLE - DAY 83 | |
| TIM, terrified, has frozen where he is. | |
| GRANT | |
| Tim -- you have to let go! | |
| 84 INT. SHED - DAY 84 | |
| 140. | |
| ELLIE's still punching the buttons, now only a half a dozen | |
| away from the one for the fence, now five, now three -- | |
| 85 EXT. JUNGLE - DAY 85 | |
| GRANT and LEX are botch screaming at TIM | |
| GRANT | |
| C'mon Tim, move down, damn it! | |
| LEX | |
| Timmy! The power is coming down, | |
| quick! | |
| TIM | |
| I can't! I'm scared! | |
| GRANT | |
| Tim, you're gonna have to let go. | |
| I'm going to count to three. | |
| LEX | |
| Jump, Timmy! It's too late! | |
| TIM | |
| I'm afraid I am gonna fall! | |
| GRANT | |
| Go, go, go, jump! | |
| TIM | |
| You're crazy! I'm not gonna jump! | |
| GRANT | |
| Tim, you're going to have to let go | |
| of the fence. Tim! Get down right | |
| now. Get off the fence! Now! | |
| LEX | |
| Do as he says! The power's coming | |
| back, Timmy! | |
| GRANT | |
| Timmy, let go! You're gonna have to | |
| let go! Count to three. I'll catch | |
| you. | |
| LEX | |
| Timmy! Do as he says! Timmy! Do as | |
| Dr. Grant says, quick! | |
| TIM | |
| 141. | |
| Are you crazy? What if you miss? I | |
| hate it up here. | |
| GRANT | |
| Tim, I'm right here. Easy catch. | |
| Easy catch. Count to Three.. | |
| LEX | |
| You're gonna get electrocuted | |
| (or) | |
| electrified! The power's coming | |
| back! | |
| TIM | |
| Shut up! You're scaring me. Stop! | |
| You're scaring me. | |
| GRANT | |
| Shhhh. Tim, I'm right here below | |
| you. Easy catch. One, two, three. | |
| You count it yourself. One, two, | |
| three -- | |
| LEX | |
| You're gonna get electrocuted | |
| (or) | |
| electrified! | |
| GRANT | |
| It's am easy catch, you let -- go - | |
| - you do the counting, you count | |
| it, Tim. One, two, three -- you do | |
| all the counting, okay? | |
| LEX | |
| Timmy, listen to Dr. Grant! | |
| GRANT | |
| I'm coming up there Tim! I'm coming | |
| to get you! Lex, I've got to get | |
| him! | |
| 86 INT. MAINTENANCE SHED - DAY 86 | |
| ELLIE finally pushes the button for the fences. It stops | |
| flashing and lights up, a brilliant white. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 87 EXT. JUNGLE - DAY 87 | |
| 142. | |
| The fence HUMS as it awakens. GRANT and LEX are SCREAMING | |
| at TIM: | |
| TIM | |
| Okay, okay! I'm going to count to | |
| three. One, two, three... | |
| With a low, loud frightening BUZZ -- | |
| -- the fence comes alive. | |
| POW! Tim is cut off mid-sentence, and literally thrown from | |
| the fence. He SLAMS into Grant. They fall to the ground. | |
| Lex runs over to them. | |
| GRANT | |
| Tim, you're okay? You're okay? | |
| GRANT notices a larger problem. | |
| GRANT | |
| He's not breathing. Tim? | |
| 88 INT. MAINTENANCE SHED 88 | |
| ELLIE watches as the banks of fluorescent lights in the | |
| maintenance shed come on, one by one. | |
| The lights are going on in rows, coming closer and closer | |
| to her. Finally, her row comes on. She follows the light | |
| and sees -- | |
| -- a raptor, right there, behind the control panel! It | |
| SLASHES, taking a lunging sweep at Ellie, but gets stuck, | |
| its feet and legs tangled in the maze of pipes on the | |
| floor. | |
| This is our first good look at one of these things, and if | |
| it weren't so terrifying, we could admit that it truly is a | |
| thing of beauty. It's the biggest of the raptors, intensely | |
| muscled, coordinated as hell, a smoothly designed predator. | |
| Ellie SHOUTS and falls back into the pipes on the other | |
| side of the aisle. | |
| The raptor untangles itself from the pipes and gives chase, | |
| just as Ellie SLAMS the mesh door closed. The raptor BANGS | |
| against the mesh door, Ellie falls to the ground. | |
| She holds on by kicking the door shut as the raptor | |
| continues to push himself through the door. Ellie is able | |
| to get the door closed. | |
| 143. | |
| She stands, but then falls back onto one of the walls. | |
| A dead arm falls onto her shoulder. RAY ARNOLD is there, or | |
| what's left of him, stuck in the tangle of pipes. Ellie | |
| moves away, and his arm falls to the ground. | |
| She doesn't realize that she has moved right back near the | |
| mesh wall -- and the raptor comes at her again. Ellie takes | |
| off running as fast as she can, back the way she came. She | |
| drags the flashlight with her, running over the dead arm | |
| and Arnold's legs. | |
| She continues to run, her headset dangling, the flashlight | |
| dragging behind her on its cord. | |
| She reaches the stairs and hits them hard, flying up them. | |
| The raptor must be right behind her, she can hear the | |
| CLICKING and CLANGING as it scrambles up the stairs, but | |
| she doesn't look back. | |
| She reaches the top, throws open the door, hurls herself | |
| outside -- | |
| 89 EXT. SHED - DAY 89 | |
| -- and SLAMS the door behind her, just as the raptor's head | |
| SNARLS at her from near the top of the stairs. She runs out | |
| the fence and collapses. | |
| 90 EXT. JUNGLE - DAY 90 | |
| TIM is still unmoving. GRANT is performing CPR, alternately | |
| compressing Timmy's chest fifteen times, quickly, and | |
| breathing into his mouth twice. | |
| LEX is freaking out. | |
| Fifteen compressions. Two deep breaths. | |
| GRANT | |
| C'mon, Tim. | |
| Fifteen compressions. Two deep breaths. | |
| GRANT | |
| TIMMY! | |
| Fifteen compress- - | |
| Tim GASPS and comes to. | |
| 144. | |
| GRANT | |
| Good boy, Tim. Good boy. | |
| TIM | |
| Three. | |
| (Two, three) | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 91 EXT. JUNGLE - DAY 91 | |
| ROBERT MULDOON creeps slowly through the jungle foliage, | |
| tracking his prey. He ducks and walks through a hollow log, | |
| underneath a fallen tree, following the RUSTLING sound up | |
| ahead of him. | |
| He can see just a trace of the raptor's gray flesh as it | |
| movies behind the bushes up ahead, staying camouflaged | |
| enough to deny him a decent shot. Thinking he's got a | |
| moment, Muldoon extends the back handle of the gun and | |
| clicks it into place. He prepares to take aim. | |
| A snake slithers across a tree branch, past what looks like | |
| the large iris of a flower. | |
| The flower blinks. | |
| It's the eye of the raptor. Muldoon sees it. He raises his | |
| gun. | |
| Instead of running away again, the raptor rises slowly out | |
| of the brush, fully revealing itself to Muldoon, HISSING at | |
| him. | |
| The corners of Muldoon's mouth twitch up into a smile. He | |
| draws a bead on the animal. | |
| His finger tenses on the trigger. Suddenly, his smile | |
| vanishes, both eyes pop open, and a terrible thought sweeps | |
| across his face. His eyes flick to the side -- | |
| MULDOON | |
| Clever girl. | |
| -- which is where the attack comes from. With a ROAR, | |
| another raptor comes flashing out of nowhere and pounces on | |
| him. The gun BLASTS, but wildly, and the raptor's claw | |
| SLASHES through Muldoon's midsection. | |
| Muldoon SCREAMS and falls back, the raptor locked on top of | |
| him, all tooth and claw all of a sudden. | |
| 145. | |
| As the second raptor makes the kill, the first raptor | |
| strides slowly forward and watches approvingly. | |
| It throws its head back and SNARLS. | |
| 92 INT. VISITOR'S CENTER - DAY 92 | |
| GRANT, TIM, and LEX come into the deserted visitor's | |
| center. A large sign that says "When Dinosaurs Ruled the | |
| Earth..." droops overhead. Grant now carries Tim, who is | |
| weakened but conscious. | |
| GRANT | |
| HELLO?! | |
| But nobody answers. | |
| 93 INT. RESTAURANT - DAY 93 | |
| GRANT, TIM, and LEX come into the restaurant. Grant | |
| carefully sets Tim in a chair at one of the tables. Lex | |
| across from him. | |
| GRANT | |
| I am gonna have to find the others | |
| and get you to a doctor. Will you | |
| look after Tim, Lex? | |
| LEX | |
| (scared as hell) | |
| Yes. | |
| Grant nods. He looks at Tim for a second. | |
| GRANT | |
| Your hair's all standing up. | |
| He gently rearranges Tim's hair, which is wild, all over | |
| this head. Tim looks up at him weakly and manages a smile. | |
| Grant smiles back. | |
| GRANT | |
| Big Tim, the human piece of toast. | |
| Tim laughs. Grant pauses for a second, as if debating | |
| something -- | |
| GRANT | |
| Be back soon, guys. I promise. | |
| 146. | |
| He leaves. As he goes across the lobby of the visitor's | |
| center and outside, they can see his silhouette, moving | |
| through a translucent mural that depicts dinosaurs in | |
| various natural settings. It's quiet for a second as Lex | |
| and Tim just look at each other. | |
| Tim goes across the room, to an all-you-can-eat table on | |
| the other side, and quickly piles some food on a tray. He | |
| brings its back to the table. | |
| Lex digs in, munching on veggies, grabbing food with two | |
| hands. | |
| Tim enjoys his food, too. | |
| Lex comes up with a spoonful of lime Jell-O from a plastic | |
| dinosaur egg cup -- but her hand freezes halfway to her | |
| mouth. | |
| Tim looks up, and sees the expression on her face. She's | |
| staring over his shoulder, eyes wide, the Jell-O quivering | |
| in her shaking hands. | |
| TIM | |
| What? | |
| Tim turns around. Behind him, one of the silhouettes on the | |
| mural is a raptor, in a hunting pose. | |
| While they stare, the silhouette of a real raptor moves out | |
| from behind it and creeps forward, in the lobby of the | |
| visitor's center. | |
| 94 INT. KITCHEN - DAY 94 | |
| LEX pulls the shiny metal door shut as quietly as she can. | |
| It latches with a distinctive CLICK, but there's no lock. | |
| She runs to a panel of lights switches and kills them all, | |
| plunging the room into semidarkness. She helps TIM down an | |
| aisle and they hide at the end, behind a counter, breathing | |
| hard. | |
| A raptor's head pops into view, visible through the round | |
| window | |
| in the middle of the restaurant door. | |
| It just looks for a moment, its breath steaming up the | |
| window. | |
| 147. | |
| THROUGH THE WINDOW, as the steam evaporates, the raptor can | |
| see a part of Tim that is not entirely hidden by the | |
| counter. | |
| IN THE KITCHEN, TIM and LEX remain frozen in fear as the | |
| raptor first SNIFFS at the bottom of the door, then THUMPS | |
| its head against it. | |
| But the door doesn't budge. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 95 EXT. COMPOUND - DAY 95 | |
| GRANT walks quickly down the narrow path towards Hammond's | |
| compound, eyes darting from side to side, not exactly sure | |
| where he's going. From far off, he hears someone SHOUTING | |
| to him. | |
| He turns. He sees ELLIE, standing outside the bunker. She's | |
| waving to him, SHOUTING something too faint for him to | |
| hear. | |
| He furrows his brow and walks towards her. She SHOUTS | |
| louder. | |
| He walks faster. He's closer now, and he can finally make | |
| out where she's shouting. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Run! | |
| Grant takes off running towards her, not even looking back. | |
| He races up, and she runs into his arms. | |
| ELLIE | |
| Where are the kids?! | |
| 96 INT. BUNKER - DAY 96 | |
| JOHN HAMMOND stands between GRANT and ELLIE in the bunker, | |
| watching as Grant RACKS the bolts on a ten gauge shotgun. | |
| GRANT | |
| (to Ellie) | |
| It's just the two raptors, right? | |
| You're sure the third one's | |
| contained? | |
| ELLIE | |
| 148. | |
| Yes, unless they figured out how to | |
| open doors. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 97 INT. KITCHEN - DAY 97 | |
| OUTSIDE THE DOOR TO THE KITCHEN, the raptor stares down at | |
| the door handle, cocking its head curiously. It SNARLS and | |
| bumps the door handle with its head, but that doesn't do | |
| anything. | |
| It reaches out, toward the handle, with one clawed hand. | |
| IN THE KITCHEN, Tim and Lex stare in shock as the door | |
| handle starts to turn. | |
| The door opens. The first raptor stands in the doorway, | |
| draws itself up to its full height, and looks around the | |
| kitchen. | |
| Now, a second raptor joins it in the doorway. They move | |
| into the room, brushing against each other. The first | |
| raptor SNAPS as the second, as if to say "keep your | |
| distance." | |
| Now the raptors split, taking two different aisles. Tim and | |
| Lex crawl away, Tim awfully weak now, down a third aisle, | |
| around the other side of the counter from the raptors, | |
| moving in the opposite direction. | |
| As Tim and Lex pass the raptors, one of the raptor's tails | |
| SMACK into some pots and pans, knocking them off the | |
| counter. They fall on the kids, who manage to keep quiet. | |
| The kids keep moving as one of the raptors dips down, | |
| looking through an open cabinet to inspect the racket. | |
| Tim and Lex reach the end of the aisle and round a corner - | |
| - but Timmy's falling behind now, and he accidentally | |
| brushes against some hanging kitchen utensils. | |
| Both raptors turn. One jumps onto the counter, knocking | |
| more kitchen stuff to the floor. A ladle CLATTERS to a | |
| stop, and the strange metallic sounds confuse the raptors | |
| for a moment. | |
| But then they move, in Tim's direction, SNIFFING, heading | |
| right for him. | |
| 149. | |
| The raptor on the floor is just about to turn the corner to | |
| where Tim sits, exposed and exhausted, but both the raptors | |
| suddenly stop, hearing a CLICKING sound from the other end | |
| of the aisle. | |
| It's Lex, TAPPING a spoon on the floor to distract them. | |
| The raptor on the counter jumps down and starts cautiously | |
| towards Lex's noise, leaving Tim. | |
| Lex sees a steel cabinet behind her, its sliding door slid | |
| up and open. She crawls inside, silently. | |
| Tim sees the raptors make the turn towards Lex, SMASHING | |
| more stuff around with their tails. He turns and sees a | |
| walk-in freezer in the far wall, with a pin-locking handle. | |
| As Lex tries to pull the overhead door to the cabinet shut, | |
| one of the raptors rounds a corner and sees her reflection | |
| on a shiny cabinet front. Lex tries frantically to lower | |
| the cabinet door, but it's stuck. | |
| Tim takes a few deep breathes, summons what little strength | |
| he has left -- | |
| -- and makes a break for the walk-in freezer. He's limping, | |
| dragging himself, really moving like a wounded prey now, | |
| and -- | |
| -- the other raptor spots him. Both raptors go into a pre- | |
| attack crouch -- | |
| -- and they pounce, one towards each of the kids. | |
| Lex tugs on the cover, to the avail -- Tim's raptor charges | |
| after him, just open floor space between them -- | |
| -- and Lex's raptor THUDS into a shiny surface bearing hr | |
| reflection. It chased the wrong image. It sags to the | |
| floor, semiconscious. | |
| At the other end of the aisle, the real Lex SCREAMS as the | |
| other raptor bears down on Tim. Tim reaches the freezer, | |
| rips the door open, and falls inside. The floor is cold and | |
| slick and his feet go right out from under him. He sprawls | |
| across the floor, rolls out of the way -- | |
| -- and the raptor slips and falls into the freezer too, | |
| right past him. | |
| Tim drags himself to his feet and out of the freezer. | |
| The raptor makes one last lunge, right on Tim's heels, its | |
| mouth wide open -- | |
| 150. | |
| -- but Lex SLAMS the door shut just as Tim is clear. The | |
| raptor's head is caught for a second, but it SNARLS, | |
| retreats, and Lex's gets the door shut all the way. | |
| The raptor ROARS and SCREAMS inside. Lex jams the pin | |
| through the handle, locking it in. | |
| Now the other raptor staggers to is feet. Groggy, it | |
| SMASHES into stuff all over the kitchen. Lex throws her | |
| arms around Tim again for support and they take off. | |
| 98 INT. RESTAURANT - DAY 98 | |
| TIM and LEX hurry across the restaurant. They stare back | |
| over their shoulders as they run. They CRASH into GRANT and | |
| ELLIE. | |
| LEX | |
| It's in there! | |
| ELLIE | |
| Control room. | |
| 99 INT. SECOND FLOOR CORRIDOR - DAY 99 | |
| GRANT, ELLIE, and the KIDS race down the second floor | |
| corridor towards the control room, Grant helping Tim. | |
| 100 INT. CONTROL ROOM - DAY 100 | |
| The door to the control room SMACKS open. GRANT, ELLIE, and | |
| the KIDS burst in. Ellie heads straight for Nedry's | |
| computer terminal. | |
| Grant moves Tim to the side, and races back to the door to | |
| lock it. | |
| LEX | |
| We can call for help?! | |
| ELLIE | |
| We've got to reboot the system | |
| first! | |
| She sits at the computer and studies the screen. It's | |
| flashing to her, dominated by a maze-like grid. She studies | |
| it, confused. | |
| GRANT | |
| (at the door) | |
| 151. | |
| Oh, no! The door locks -- Ellie! | |
| Boot up the door locks! Boot up the | |
| door locks! | |
| POW! Something hits the door, hard, from the outside, the | |
| kids SCREAM, Grant hurls his back against it -- Grant loses | |
| his gun. He struggles. The raptor scratches his head. | |
| ELLIE | |
| ALAN! | |
| -- and Ellie leaps out of the chair and races over to the | |
| door to help him. A raptor SNARLS and SNAPS, RAMMING itself | |
| against the door, trying to force its way into the control | |
| room. It's all Ellie and Grant can do to hold the door | |
| against the onslaught, but it bucks against them viciously. | |
| GRANT | |
| (to Ellie) | |
| Ellie -- get back and boot up the | |
| door locks! | |
| ELLIE | |
| You can't hold it by yourself! | |
| GRANT | |
| Ellie, get the gun! | |
| (or) | |
| Try to reach the gun! | |
| ELLIE | |
| I can't get it! | |
| (or) | |
| I can't get it unless I move! | |
| OVER AT THE COMPUTER, Lex slides quickly into the command | |
| chair at Nedry's terminal. | |
| She stares at the screen for a moment -- | |
| LEX | |
| This is a Unix system. I know this. | |
| It's the files for the whole park. | |
| It's like a phone book -- it tells | |
| you everything. | |
| -- and then her fingers start to fly over the keyboard. Tim | |
| watches, amazed, as the computer starts to respond to Lex's | |
| commands. | |
| LEX | |
| 152. | |
| I've got to find the right file. Oh | |
| no, this isn't right. This might be | |
| right, no this isn't it. | |
| TIM | |
| C'mon, Lex! C'mon, Lex! Go, Lexie! | |
| Reaching another menu, Lex spots a box on the screen that | |
| reads "DOOR INTEGRITY." She reaches out and touches it. The | |
| screen BEEPS -- | |
| LEX | |
| There it is, I got it! This is it, | |
| I did it. Yes, yes! | |
| -- and the door latch panel BUZZES. Grant and Ellie put | |
| everything they have into it and finally the door SNICKS | |
| shut, locking the raptor outside. | |
| GRANT | |
| What works? | |
| LEX | |
| Phone security systems, everything | |
| works. You ask for it, we got it! | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 101 INT. BUNKER - DAY 101 | |
| A phone RINGS. HAMMOND and MALCOLM look at each other, | |
| wide-eyed. Hammond lunges for it. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Grant?! The children alright? | |
| 102 INT. CONTROL ROOM - DAY 102 | |
| All the screens in the control room have come alive now, | |
| and data is scrolling by at incredible speed as every | |
| remaining system is the park comes back on line. ELLIE is | |
| at the keyboard with LEX now, figuring things out, and | |
| GRANT is on the phone. | |
| GRANT | |
| The children are fine. | |
| 103 INT. CONTROL ROOM - DAY 103 | |
| HAMMOND is on the phone, MALCOLM is trying to listen. | |
| 153. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Thank God. | |
| GRANT (O.S.) | |
| Listen, the phones are back up! | |
| Call the mainland! Tell them to | |
| send the damn helicopters -- | |
| Suddenly Grant stops in the middle of his sentence. A | |
| SCREAM cuts in, then three GUNSHOTS, fast, and a horrible | |
| CLUNKING as the phone is dropped. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| Grant! GRANT! | |
| But there's no answer. | |
| 104 INT. CONTROL ROOM - DAY 104 | |
| Grant's rifle lies on the floor, smoking, several spent | |
| shells alongside it. The front window of the control room | |
| has three huge impact shatter patterns in the glass, where | |
| the gunshots hit. | |
| TIM goes into an open panel through the ceiling, and into | |
| the crawl space. LEX climbs the ladder, followed by ELLIE | |
| and GRANT. | |
| Grant looks over to the front window, scared as hell, just | |
| as -- | |
| -- it SHATTERS in a shower of glass and a raptor EXPLODES | |
| into the control room. It lands on its feet on a work | |
| station console, images from wall projectors falling across | |
| its head. | |
| Grant vaults himself up into the ceiling, and knocks the | |
| ladder with his feet. | |
| The raptor tilts its head curiously, looking up at the | |
| swaying ceiling. | |
| IN THE CRAWL SPACE, Grant, Ellie, and the kids dash across | |
| the ceiling panels, moving fast, but carefully, so as not | |
| to break through. | |
| SMASH! The raptor's head bursts through a panel behind | |
| them, leaping up at them, SNARLING and SNAPPING. | |
| It drops down again, and they keep moving forward. But now | |
| it ERUPTS through a panel right in front of them. They | |
| SCREAM, its teeth CLICK just inches in from of Ellie -- | |
| 154. | |
| -- but the raptor can't hold itself up there, and it falls | |
| back to the floor of the control room. | |
| Grant looks around frantically and spots an air duct a few | |
| yards away. | |
| GRANT | |
| Follow me! | |
| They move for it, but the raptor's head CRASHES through the | |
| ceiling again, this time right underneath Lex. | |
| She SCREAMS and is lifted up, on top of its head, and | |
| pinned to the ceiling above. | |
| Grant SMASHES hit boot into the side of the raptor's head. | |
| The raptor SLAMS at him, latching onto his boot for a | |
| second before the raptor's own weight pulls it back down. | |
| Lex goes down with the raptor, spinning into the hole in | |
| the ceiling, tumbling down. Grant grabs her by the collar | |
| at the last second, but Lex dangles there, above the | |
| raptor. | |
| The animal flips over onto its feet and crouches to pounce | |
| just as Grant summons his strength and jerks Lex back into | |
| the ceiling. | |
| The raptor springs, but too late. Grant and Lex scramble | |
| over to the air duct and join Ellie and Tim inside it. | |
| IN THE AIR DUCT, Grant, Ellie, and the kids crawl through | |
| the air duct as fast at they can, the thin metal BOOMING | |
| and creasing around them. They reach a metal gate that | |
| shows daylight beneath. Grant reaches out and pulls it up. | |
| Through the gate, they can see the lobby of the visitor's | |
| center below. They're directly above the skeletons of the | |
| dinosaurs, the T-rex and the sauropod it's attacking. The | |
| unfinished skeletons are surrounded by scaffolding. | |
| 105 INT. ROTUNDA - DAY 105 | |
| Grant and the others climb down out of the air duct and | |
| onto a platform of the scaffolding that stands alongside | |
| the skeletons. They continue down to the second platform, | |
| then the third. They suddenly see -- | |
| A RAPTOR, standing to the side by the second floor railing. | |
| 155. | |
| It's much too far to jump to the lobby floor, so Grant | |
| climbs gingerly onto the nearest skeleton, the towering | |
| brachiosaur. | |
| They climb down as fast as they can. Grant helps Tim down, | |
| Lex and Ellie follow. Ellie goes to the tail. Lex moves to | |
| the front. | |
| Grant lands on the main body in the middle with Tim. And | |
| the raptor watches them. | |
| Up in the ceiling, the skeleton's anchor bolts GROAN in the | |
| plaster, starting to pull free. But for now, they hold. | |
| The raptor flies out and lands on the back of the middle | |
| section of the skeleton. SNAP! It CRACKS apart with the | |
| weight, sending the sections spinning in all different | |
| directions. | |
| Grant and Tim twirl on the middle section. Tim begins to | |
| slide down. Grant tries to hold on to him -- but Tim loses | |
| his grip and falls to the ground right underneath the | |
| swinging, large middle section of the dinosaur skeleton. | |
| Meanwhile, Lex spins on the front section. She slips -- and | |
| tries to keep from falling as she hangs by her legs. | |
| The anchor bolts in the ceiling RIP free, ZINGING past them | |
| like bullets. The entire brachiosaur skeleton collapses | |
| like a house of cards sending Ellie to the ground. She | |
| covers herself with her arms, trying to protect her head | |
| from the shower of falling bones. | |
| Lex falls, landing on the ground with bones falling on top | |
| of her. She SCREAMS. | |
| Grant, alone in the middle section, looks up and sees the | |
| cable about to SNAP -- he falls! The large section of the | |
| skeleton comes careening down, heading straight for Tim, | |
| who lays where he fell on the ground. It comes SMASHING | |
| down... with just enough space for him to be safe. | |
| The raptor tumbles to the floor in a cascade of splintering | |
| bone. | |
| It lands on its back a few yards away and staggers for a | |
| moment, the wind knocked out of it. | |
| Grant lands in front of Tim. He stands, and goes to Tim. | |
| Lex sits up and sees the raptor regain its feet. She | |
| SCREAMS. | |
| 156. | |
| Ellie stands. She notices the shadows of the second raptor, | |
| standing behind the visqueen. She stops dead in her tracks. | |
| She backs up towards Grant and Tim. | |
| The raptor comes out from under the plastic and looks | |
| around. | |
| Grant gets Tim out from under the skeleton. Lex joins them. | |
| They back away from the raptor, approaching from the left | |
| side. They back up towards the large rock in the middle of | |
| the room holding the other skeleton. | |
| The raptor crouch in their pre-attack stance -- | |
| The group is caught in the middle of the two approaching | |
| raptors. | |
| Lex looks back and SCREAMS. Grant and the others continue | |
| to back up. They look up and see -- | |
| -- TYRANNOSAURUS REX! It's massive head descends down from | |
| above. A set of six-foot jaws clamp down on the raptor. | |
| Eighteen-inch teeth sink into its side, and the helpless | |
| animal HOWLS in agony as it's lifted up, up, up off the | |
| floor of the lobby. | |
| Grant and the others look up in stunned amazement. They | |
| step back behind the rock for safety and look to the right. | |
| They see another raptor approaching. | |
| The other raptor goes up in the air now, twenty feet off of | |
| the lobby floor, held fast in the mouth of the Rex. It | |
| stands in the entrance to the lobby in front of the massive | |
| hole it ripped through the Visqueen wall. It shakes its | |
| enormous head once, BREAKING the neck of the velociraptor, | |
| then drops it, dead, to the floor at its feet. | |
| Grant, Ellie, and the kids skirt the battle royal on the | |
| lobby floor and dash of the door of the Visitor's Center. | |
| The second raptor turns from the humans and lunges at the | |
| Rex's side, leaping twelve feet into the air and rending | |
| the Rex's flesh as it comes down, slashing it open with its | |
| six-inch claw. | |
| The rex BELLOWS in pain, and turns on the raptor, eyes | |
| raging, and strikes, just once, quickly, as fast as the | |
| head of a serpent. It catches the raptor by thick back end, | |
| buts one of its enormous feet down on it, and tears. | |
| It rips the last velociraptor in half. | |
| 157. | |
| The rex whirls around - as it turns, its heavy tail | |
| counterbalances, SNAPPING the other way, sweeping across | |
| the lobby and SMASHING right through the T-rex skeleton. | |
| The skeleton collapses in an explosion of bones, falling to | |
| pieces around the living rex. | |
| The rex stands majestically in the middle of the lobby, | |
| both skeletons swept away, SNAPPING like matchsticks as | |
| they settle around the animal. | |
| The rex draws itself up to its full height -- | |
| -- and ROARS. | |
| The sound is deafening, and the vibrations rattle the | |
| entire Visitor's Center. The sign which dangled over the | |
| lobby by its one remaining wire finally falls, CLATTERING | |
| to the floor at the Rex's feet, face up. | |
| "WHEN DINOSAURS RULED THE EARTH", it says. | |
| OUTSIDE THE VISITOR'S CENTER | |
| Hammond SQUEALS the Jeep to a halt in front of the steps. | |
| Malcolm is lying in the back. | |
| Grant and the other practically fall into the Jeep. | |
| GRANT | |
| Mr. Hammond, I've decided not to | |
| endorse your Park. | |
| HAMMOND | |
| After careful consideration, Dr. | |
| Grant - - so have I. | |
| Hammond hits the gas and the Jeep takes off. | |
| 106 EXT. HELICOPTER LANDING PAD - DAY 106 | |
| The helicopter rotors whirl to life as the chopper waits on | |
| the landing cross. Two Jeeps ROAR up next to it, one driven | |
| by GRANT, the other by HAMMOND. | |
| 107 INT. HELICOPTER - DAY 107 | |
| One by one, they climb aboard, their faces white from their | |
| ordeal. | |
| 158. | |
| ELLIE comes on first, holding LEX. Then HAMMOND, carrying | |
| TIM. | |
| And GRANT, helping MALCOLM. | |
| No one speaks. Hammond takes another look at his dream, | |
| Grant comes over and takes him back to the helicopter. | |
| The helicopter takes off immediately. As they rise into the | |
| air, they stare out the windows, looking down on the park | |
| as it spreads out below. | |
| DOWN IN THE PARK, the helicopter soars over a vast plain. | |
| The Tyrannosaur, which is still feeding on the remains of | |
| the dinosaurs it ran down and killed, looks up. | |
| It throws its head back and ROARS, waving its little | |
| forelimbs at the strange thing in frustration. As the | |
| helicopter moves off, the T-rex just stares, silently, with | |
| huge, yellowing eyes. It's a moment of utter bewilderment | |
| for the rex, and we almost feel -- | |
| -- sad for her. | |
| BACK IN THE HELICOPTER, Hammond looks down at the park, his | |
| eyes full. He looks over at the kids. | |
| They're in the back of the helicopter, with Grant. As they | |
| look out the window, Grant almost absently has his arms | |
| around both kids. | |
| Now Ellie looks at him. Both he and the kids seem so | |
| natural, so obviously comfortable and trusting with each | |
| other. She smiles. | |
| The four of them sit that way, in the back of the | |
| helicopter, huddled together. Survivors. | |
| Grant looks out the window. | |
| The helicopter sweeps low over a huge flock of sea birds | |
| that's feeding on a school of fish. As the chopper ROARS | |
| near, it kicks up the flock. Hundreds of birds sail off in | |
| all directions, powerful and graceful. | |
| Grant looks at the bids and breaks into a wide grin. | |
| The birds reform as flock again and fly straight into the | |
| sun. | |
| FADE OUT. | |