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Jurassic Park IV: Deadly Strain (Part 1)
By Carnotaur3
JURASSIC PARK IV
DEADLY STRAIN
WRITTEN BY JEFF LONG AND CHASE KUERTZ
INT – COSTA RICAN HOUSE – MASTER BEDROOM – NIGHT
We open in the darkness of a room, the moon shining through the curtainless window. Out of the quiet we suddenly hear a huge piercing shriek, making a woman’s head come into view as the occupant of the bed sits straight up, eyes wide open.
Terrified by the unknown sound, she taps on her husband’s back. She turns around to the window at the right of her. The man wakes up.
HUSBAND
What is it?
After he finishes his sentence, a slight flicker of the end of a long tail appears in the window. She jumps out of bed.
WIFE
Something’s out there?
HUSBAND
Uhg, we take a vacation and we’re suddenly living like we’re back at home.
WIFE
Shh…
EXT – COSTA RICAN HOUSE – NIGHT
The woman steps onto her back porch wearing a housecoat and slippers. She looks out into the jungle, trying to catch a glimpse at what she saw. But it’s way too dark for her to see anything.
The husband comes out behind her.
HUSBAND
I don’t see anything. What do you think you saw, anyway.
Suddenly a high-pitched shriek emits from the jungle and the trees start to slightly move a bit as something starts running quickly through the dense foliage.
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INT. COSTA RICAN HOUSE - DARK
The two turn and run back inside the house, slamming the door closed and locking it.
The door trembles and bangs as something heavy hits it from the other side, like a battering ram. The wife starts to back up slowly as the door is rammed again. The husband goes for the rifle on the other side of the room. A bright light, brighter then the moon, shines through all her windows, casting the house into a glowing whiteness.
They back up more just as the door is rammed yet again, causing part of it to splinter slightly. The door busts down and, in the light, the silhouette of a man in a suit comes forward.
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EXT. COSTA RICAN VILLAGE - NIGHT
There are helicopters hovering over the village of 35 houses. Ropes and cables are lined up inside the choppers, reaching all the way to the ground. All about were men in biohazard suits with guns slung over their shoulders and in their hands. Many of these men are forcing doors off their hinges and storming into the houses at a trot, pulling sleepy and confused residents outside, some even falling down, and shoving them towards the ropes and cables hanging from the helicopters.
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INT. COSTA RICAN HOUSE – DARK
The soldier in the biohazard suit motions for the couple to come to him.
SOLDIER
(YELLING)
Sir… maim, we have to go! You’ll be escorted to the helicopter. There you will wait until it’s loaded, and then it’ll bring you to a secured location.
HUSBAND
Why is this happening?
SOLDIER
(YELLING)
Not in liberty to say, sir! Go, now! Go!
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EXT. COSTA RICAN VILLAGE – NIGHT
The couple heads into the chopper.
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INT. CHOPPER – DARK
The husband looks to the pilot which is also in a biohazard suit.
PILOT
Hang on everybody.
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EXT. COSTA RICAN VILLAGE - NIGHT
The lead soldier waves his hand in the direction of the house, and he starts off at a jog towards it. Four other soldiers follow behind him, raising their guns.
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INT. COSTA RICAN HOUSE - DARK
They step inside the house, cautiously checking every crevice of the rooms. At the end of the hall, a soldier sees a tail enter the bedroom. He races to the room and shoots, missing the creature. The animal lunges forward into the window and out of sight.
SOLDIER
Damn it!
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INT. HOSPITAL HALL – BRIGHT
IAN MALCOLM, looking out at a parking lot from a high rise window, is startled to hear his name being called.
VOICE
Dr. Malcolm?
Malcolm turns around, slowly but
calmly.
MALCOLM
Lex?
LEX stands there smiling.
LEX
Malcolm, how are you?
MALCOLM
I’m good, honey, I’m good!
(Hugs Lex)
Where’s Tim?
LEX
He’s somewhere else trying to get a grip on the situation. Probably helping out at the museum. He does volunteer work there to get his mind off things when he’s upset.
MALCOLM
Um, I certainly understand.
LEX points to an older woman across the hall.
LEX
Dr. Malcolm, this is my mom, Jane.
MALCOLM
Howdy do.
Jane steps forward and he shakes her hand gently.
JANE
Dr. Malcolm, I’ve heard so much about you.
MALCOLM
How is he?
JANE
He doesn’t have much time, but he’s talking and he really wants you. He was in a fit all morning until I agreed to get someone to call you down here.
MALCOLM
Well, then I’m going in.
MALCOLM heads to the room and opens the door then closing it behind him.
HAMMOND (V.O.)
I’m doing fine, Ian, you shouldn’t worry about me.
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INT. HOSPITAL ROOM – DIM
JOHN HAMMOND, 89 years old, is slumped over the railing of his bed with his arms on top of it. He’s dying but it’s not obvious to either MALCOLM or the others. With a natural grin he laughs.
HAMMOND
Seeing me had spared no expense!
MALCOLM
Well, I’m glad you’ve still got your sense of humor still intact.
HAMMOND
I at least take my humor seriously.
MALCOLM
I don’t believe you realize you’re doing it.
HAMMOND waves MALCOLM over to his bed. MALCOLM, with cautiousness, slowly treads to him. HAMMOND grabs his hand.
HAMMOND
Ian… how’s Sarah.
MALCOLM
She’s fine, she’s in Kenya. She’s kind of diverted from studying predators.
HAMMOND
And little Killy?
MACLOLM
Well, she’s actually big Kelly now, John, first year at college.
HAMMOND
I think you raised her right.
MALCOLM
I don’t know. She still wants me to be grounding her from activities.
HAMMOND lets out a chuckle loosens his grip on Ian. A low voice is heard from the TV up ahead.
HAMMOND
Have you been watching the news lately, Ian?
MALCOLM turns around towards the television. On it, we see a reporter for FOXNEWS. MALCOLM frowns with disgust.
MALCOLM
I don’t watch current affairs. They don’t concern me.
HAMMOND
They concern everyone, Ian. Listen.
Pressing the volume to go up on the control, HAMMOND waits patiently for MALCOLM to catch on.
ON THE TV:
REPORTER
We have a clip here from the President’s speech earlier today. We’ll show you a small clip from that, momentarily.
(BEAT)
Ok, now look at what the President had to say towards the legal agreement with Costa Rica earlier today.
PRESIDENT is standing on a podium, flashes going off all around the room.
PRESIDENT
I believe it’s positive to say that we now have Isla Sorna under our control from Costa Rica. We have it under good authority that our judgment in this matter is the right one, and we will destroy the island in a matter of days. InGen had made a terrible mistake and we are willing to clean that mistake up, off the face of the earth.
A SECOND REPORTER raises his hand. The PRESIDENT takes it. The REPORTER stands up.
SECOND REPORTER
Mr. President, do you think the reports from the shores of Costa Rica are true and should they, even if there is still question it is, go in and take the creatures out.
PRESIDENT
Yes, we have very good sources…CIA, for example, who are totally positive with this information, but I can’t go any further than that.
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MALCOLM is in confusion. He turns back around to HAMMOND with a questionable look on his face.
HAMMOND
Yes, Ian, the time has come that I tell you a little something that I’ve been holding back for years.
MALCOLM
What’s this? Uh, you say that, again, you haven’t told me something? Does this information have a SITE C or whatever shit you can come up with?
HAMMOND
(Chuckles)
No, Ian. If you remember correctly that there was a company called BioSyn, you’d remember that Denis Nedry was a part of that company or at least was helping them.
MALCOLM
Yeah, the classified information you gave me when I was in the hospital.
HAMMOND
Right. Well that traces back to a man named Lewis Dodgson, who is the CEO of that company. For years I’ve been trying to get this man convicted, not just do to the embryos but also for unauthorized use of our techniques.
MALCOLM
He was trying to follow your footsteps.
HAMMOND
Right, I didn’t want that happening. So, I put him on trial. Unfortunately, Lewis had more evidence backing him up.
MALCOLM
Is this what’s going on.
HAMMOND
In a way, Ian. I’ve known for years that somewhere in Costa Rica we kept embryos in a classified location. I’ve also known these past years that those embryos disappeared. Lewis Dodgson has to be apart of it. The dinosaurs in Costa Rican have to be apart of it. This whole thing is apart of it.
MALCOLM
And now suddenly I feel that you are wanting me to be apart of it.
HAMMOND
No, I just wanted to get it off my chest.
MALCOLM
And you just put it on mine.
MALCOLM starts looking around the room as if he’s thinking about the quickest way to leave.
HAMMOND
I’m sorry about that, Ian.
He turns back to face HAMMOND.
MALCOLM
Well, I’d not have a chance to do anything… I mean what can I do about it now?
HAMMOND
Don’t know. We just better keep an eye on our TVs. I think Bush is going to bomb my creatures.
MALCOLM
I see you’re not upset.
HAMMOND
Well, you already convinced me of what I’ve done so I don’t want to die with guilt.
MALCOLM
Makes since.
HAMMOND squeezes MALCOLM’S hand tightly.
HAMMOND
Don’t you go out there and be a hero.
MALCOLM
I prefer not to.
HAMMOND smiles enthusiastically.
FADE TO:
INT. MILITARY HEADQUARTERS – COSTA RICA – DAY
COLONEL JAMESON, a 65-year-old man, is rubbing his temples slowly and looks up to one of his men. SOLDIER 2 is waiting in anticipation for his words.
JAMESON
Well…
SOLDIER 2 is now sweating.
JAMESON (cont’d)
I am displeased greatly in your actions.
SOLDIER 2
I know, sir, but if you let me explain…
JAMESON
Someone could have died.
SOLDIER 2
I made sure that…
JAMESON
No, I’m reliving you from your duties this afternoon. In the meantime, I need you to pack your bags and get your stuff together. I’m having a chopper come to pick you up. Now salute me and leave.
SOLDIER 2, holding his emotions in as hard as he can, simply salutes and leaves the room.
SOLDIER 3 walks in.
SOLDIER 3
You wanted me, sir?
JAMESON
That’s right. Listen, carefully and closely. I want one ground force to scout the jungles to the shores of Costa Rica. I want another air force team to eliminate much of the enemy as possible but have them not to advance to the villages cause we still need to get the rest of the villagers out of there. And for God’s sake, get us a better paleontologist!
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EXT. HIGHWAY – DAY
Hundreds of gas powered vehicles are lined up on the interstate. They all arrange in various kinds, some beeping at others and some waiting patiently for movement to increase.
We pan to a truck owned by a very known paleontologist, DR. ALAN GRANT.
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INT. CAR - DIM
Drumming his fingers on the wheel he gets the urge to suddenly blast the horn.
GRANT
Come on…
RING
RING
GRANT takes out his cell phone out of his pocket and flips up the flipper.
GRANT (cont’d)
Yes. No, Billy, I’m not going to make it for the dig. Nothing there so far? Good. I want to be there when there is. I’m going to let you go right now. Ok…Bye.
He hangs it up, blasting the horn more in the process.
GRANT (cont’d)
When are they…
A low hum is heard. GRANT turns to the right, looking up at the sky.
A small object is seen but it far in the distance. It must be a helicopter.
GRANT (cont’d)
Must be the traffic chopper.
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EXT. HIGHWAY - DAY
But the helicopter is coming closer and lowering down up ahead of him. SOLDIER 4 opens the doors of the helicopter and speaks through a bullhorn.
SOLDIER 4
Is there an Alan Grant here? Alan Grant?
GRANT’S mouth drops.
4/13/2003 1:40:17 AM
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