Man, ! gotta read the novel again! It's got too much stuff the films lack. Thinking about it now, the game should go to the volcanic area of the island, near the Raptor nest.
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 (cont'd)
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.
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:
2 EXT MOUNTAINSIDE DAY
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 airportŠ 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
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 (cont'd)
- -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 (cont'd)
It seems like it's going to be a good day after all.
They found another one! C'mon.
Gennaro struggles to keep up.
3 EXT CAVE DAY
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:
5 EXT THE DIG DAY
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 (cont'd)
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 - -
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.
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
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.
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 (cont'd)
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 (cont'd)
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.
GRANT (cont'd)
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 (cont'd)
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 (cont'd)
- - 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 (cont'd)
- - 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 (cont'd)
So, you know, try to show a little respect.
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
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.
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:
9 EXT BASE CAMP DAY
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.
10 EXT TRAILER DAY
The door to the trailer SLAPS open, and GRANT storms in.
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?
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 (cont'd)
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
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 (cont'd)
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
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
Yep...that was all worth nothing...........................................................................................................Although I must admit, I liked seeing the unedited script.
Peter, if you want me to run your little camping trip, there are two conditions: first, I'm in charge, and when I'm not around, Dieter is. All you have to do is sign the checks, tell us we're doing a good job, and open your case of scotch when we have a good day. Second condition: my fee? You can keep it. All I want in return for my services is the right to hunt one of the tyrannosaurs. A male, a buck only. How and when is my business. Now if you don't like either of those conditions, you're on your own. So go ahead, set up base camp right here, or in a swamp, or in the middle of a Rex nest for all I care. But I've been on too many safaris with rich dentists to listen to any more suicidal ideas, OK?
Peter, if you want me to run your little camping trip, there are two conditions: first, I'm in charge, and when I'm not around, Dieter is. All you have to do is sign the checks, tell us we're doing a good job, and open your case of scotch when we have a good day. Second condition: my fee? You can keep it. All I want in return for my services is the right to hunt one of the tyrannosaurs. A male, a buck only. How and when is my business. Now if you don't like either of those conditions, you're on your own. So go ahead, set up base camp right here, or in a swamp, or in the middle of a Rex nest for all I care. But I've been on too many safaris with rich dentists to listen to any more suicidal ideas, OK?
"The animal exists on the planet for the first time in tens of millions of years and the only way you can express yourself is to kill it"
"Remember that chap about twenty years ago? I forget his name. Climbed Everest without any oxygen, came down nearly dead. When they asked him, they said 'why did you go up there to die?' He said 'I didn't, I went up there to live'.?"
What's in there?
Apart from the release lever for the gate, just maintenance stuff. Uh, spools of cable for fence repairs, work boots, snow shovels.
Snow shovels? What for?
Well, it's not for shoveling snow!
Oh...Eew!
Comments
SHOOT HERR!!!!
Apuesto 20 pesos a que se cae...
"I beg people to listen to me... I use plain simple english, I dont have an accent that I know of..."
" Well I bloody can't, I'm stuck in a pipe...and very bloody popular at the moment."
Lets see if I remember, Ray or someone being stalked by the raptors outside behind the Visitor Center?
Muldoon fighting the raptors outside the shed.
"YOU CANNOT LAND ON THIS ISLAND!"
Wrong. And yes, I did go through all the posts to confirm that this quote wasn't said. All for you, Krokery, all for you...
"Boy, do I hate being right all the time..."
ian freeze!!!!
*ROAR* Get rid of the flair! Get rid of the flair!
*groan*
"it's Ian! He put a tourniquet on."
"Remind me to thank John for a lovely weekend."
Ah ha!
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 (cont'd)
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.
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:
2 EXT MOUNTAINSIDE DAY
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 airportŠ 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
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 (cont'd)
- -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 (cont'd)
It seems like it's going to be a good day after all.
They found another one! C'mon.
Gennaro struggles to keep up.
3 EXT CAVE DAY
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:
5 EXT THE DIG DAY
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 (cont'd)
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 - -
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.
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
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.
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 (cont'd)
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 (cont'd)
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.
GRANT (cont'd)
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 (cont'd)
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 (cont'd)
- - 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 (cont'd)
- - 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 (cont'd)
So, you know, try to show a little respect.
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.
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:
9 EXT BASE CAMP DAY
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.
10 EXT TRAILER DAY
The door to the trailer SLAPS open, and GRANT storms in.
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?
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 (cont'd)
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
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 (cont'd)
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
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
Malcolm *in the jeep*: You did it. You crazy son of a bitch, you did it.
"The movement!"
Wow, was that REALLY necessary? Now everyone has to scroll down for ten minutes just to press 'Post Reply'.
"Who's got some change? It only takes quarters. I've got a buck 10."
Dodgson! We've got a picture of Dodgson here!
Actually it's Wayne Knight aka. Dennis Nedry from Integrated Computer Systems CC in Camebridge.
OKAY!
"The animal exists on the planet for the first time in tens of millions of years and the only way you can express yourself is to kill it"
"Remember that chap about twenty years ago? I forget his name. Climbed Everest without any oxygen, came down nearly dead. When they asked him, they said 'why did you go up there to die?' He said 'I didn't, I went up there to live'.?"
Apart from the release lever for the gate, just maintenance stuff. Uh, spools of cable for fence repairs, work boots, snow shovels.
Snow shovels? What for?
Well, it's not for shoveling snow!
Oh...Eew!
Mommy, there's a dinosaur in our backyard.
*tiredly* "What are you doing? What are you doing? What? What?"