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JP 1st draft Screenplay
By Darth Chicken
JURASSIC PARK
First Draft
by
MICHAEL CRICHTON
Re-write by
MARIA SCOTCH MARMO
3/14/92
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EXTREME CLOSEUP of glowing honey-colored stones. Their shapes ABSTRACT
as THE CAMERA EXAMINES air bubbles and crystalline patterns.
MOVING UP AND OVER this amber abstraction, the CAMERA FINDS unusual
shapes and imperfections caught in the glassy stone: flecks of dirt,
hairs, cracks. STILL MOVING. STARBURSTS OF LIGHT ricochet off the
different surfaces of the stones.
CAMERA TURNS along a creamy stretch of amber. IT TURNS IN DEEPER,
abstracting the picture further only to find A TINY BLUR that suddenly
RACKS INTO FOCUS - a bug, a mosquito lodged within an amber tomb. It is
folded on its back.
SLOW MOTION as the tip of a fine-pointed drill bores into the amber
toward the trapped bug. Orange flecks fly. The mosquito trembles. The
drill continues, stopping just before it touches the tiny body.
A SHINY PAIR of thin needle-nose pliers reach in the borehole and
extricate the mosquito remains. These are dropped on a brightly lit
glass slide. A conveyor belt starts, and the slide moves along.
arriving under a long-lensed microscope.
IN MICROSCOPIC PERSPECTIVE, a thin needle pierces the bug and delicately
removes a fragment of tissue.
PINCERS snare the fragment, dropping it into a narrow tube. The tube
SPINS, faster and faster until it is a BLUR on the screen.
THE SCREEN FLOODS with an INFRA-RED LIGHT. Gray, oval shapes rock in a
neutral mist.
WASH OUT TO:
HOT SUN overhead in a BIG SKY -
EXT BADLANDS - AFTERNOON
Lodged in the cracked earth are the partially-exposed fossilized remains
of A VELOCIRAPTER, a carnivorous dinosaur. WIDEN OUT to a SWEEPING
PANORAMA of a dinosaur dig, a major excavation filled with workers
shoveling earth and stone, making measurements, taking photographs,
scribbling notes, and conferring with each other.
The center of all this activity is one man. In a roped-off area that
circumscribes the exposed bones of the raptor, is DR. ALAN GRANT, head
paleontologist. Good-looking, late 30's, with a think beard.
Grant lies on his belly, completely absorbed in a small piece of bone.
A GROUP OF TWELVE STUDENTS, notebooks in hand, await his next sentence.
CLOSE ON - the tiny bone. Grant's nose touches it.
Grant brushes the bone with a toothbrush. Then he decides on a quicker
way to clean it. He licks it. Excited by his discovery, he gets to his
feet and addresses his students, who listen raptly.
GRANT
Right calcaneus of an adult female
raptor. Mild stress fractures. What's
this tell me?
Students look at each other. A tentative hand. Grant continues.
GRANT
It tells me that this bone connects to
the navicula which we already found
articulating to the cuboid.
OFFSCREEN, a woman SHOUTS to him.
ELLIE (off)
Dr. Grant! Dr. Grant!
Grant looks up.
DR. ELLIE SATTLER, late 20's, sharp-eyed, tough if she wants to be, runs
like a gazelle across the arid land. Exuberant, she leaves a trail of
dust behind her.
She zips by A STUDENT guarding the cordoned area. He tries to stop her.
STUDENT
Dr. Sattler! Dr. Grant is thinking!
Dr. Grant waves her over enthusiastically with his bone and continues.
GRANT
So, what can we stay for sure? Stress
fractures in the heel ...
Uncertain students. Ellie arrives and immediately gets into it.
ELLIE
She jumps.
Grant turns around to her and smiles. She's got it. Other students to
- they knew is all along.
GRANT
Right as rain, Ellie. Now, why did she
jump?
No answer. Ellie gives it a try.
ELLIE
A defensive posture against a vicious,
blood-thirsty T-Rex?
GRANT
(nodding)
Perhaps. Or maybe to select the smaller,
more tender leaves in the higher branches
with which to suckle her young?
Ellie jumps up.
ELLIE
I bet is was a mating ritual.
Students laugh. One student eyes Grant's self-conscious smile at Ellie.
GRANT
The science of paleontology can't answer
these questions. Novelists and artists
who dream a vision of the Jurassic period
can attempt these questions with their
imaginations. What we scientists can say
is considering the mass and kinetic
articulation of these bones, this animal
had a vertical leap of about twelve feet.
Not as entertaining as fiction, but
absolutely fact without prejudice.
Ellie intrudes again.
ELLIE
Excuse me, Dr. Grant. But ... fact is,
we're late. There's the car.
She points. On the horizon, a limousine speeds toward them, leaving a
dusty wake.
Grant sets the rules for his departure, giving instructions individually
as Ellie pulls him away, carrying their bags.
GRANT
Jim, you keep making up the plaster
batches. Whatever ratio you're using,
it's perfect. Nora, no digging after
five - when the temperature drops, those
bones are just too brittle. Bill, I
don't want any tourists walking over my
raptor - I don't care if the Governor of
Montana is with them, just you guys.
Grant and Ellie continue walking. She interrupts his continued barrage.
ELLIE
You know, if every scientist stuck to his
method like you, there would be no body
of theory - no quasars, no big bang -
Grant stops at the sight of the stopped limo and freezes.
GRANT
Jesus, a limousine. We're re-entering
Hammond's world, that's for sure. (beat)
Remind me why we're doing this, Ellie.
Ellie is gentle. She's telling him something they've discussed before.
ELLIE
We're leaving the raptor dig -
GRANT
- at a critical time -
ELLIE
- because Gennaro is paying us sixty
thousand dollars to observe some resort
of Hammond's in Costa Rica. And that's -
GRANT
- enough money to keep us free of
commercial affiliations for two summers.
All right, all right. Good.
Then, half-kidding with Ellie:
GRANT
Financial independence for fraternizing
with the enemy? (beat) I'll do it.
She laughs. But he can't quite leave. He grabs a computer printout
GRANT
This is all could come up with, Skip?
Skip turns the printout right-side up in Grant's hand. Grant smiles.
GRANT
Wise guy. Let's go, Ellie.
Grant and Ellie board the limo amidst many goodbyes from the students.
The limo pulls away.
EXT HIGH TECH BUILDING - BIOGENETIC CORPORATION HQ - SUNSET
A purple sunset irradiates the exterior glass walls of the building.
INT BIOGEN HQ
A peanut flies in the air. Then falls into a big open mouth. THOMP.
MOUTH
Five hundred thousand is peanuts!
He tosses another peanut and misses his open mouth. This is DENNIS
NEDRY, a 40 year old computer programmer. He's fat, with greasy hair
and a permanently wrinkled suit. His slovenly looks are wildly out of
place on the rich leather sofa where he reclines.
Across a gleaming granite coffee table is BILL BAKER, businessman. A
smooth meticulous dresser, Baker is disgusted by Nedry's sloppy
appearance and voracious consumption of food and drink.
Nedry finishes a coke. Over his shoulder is an impressive skyline view.
NEDRY
I'm not reneging. I'm re-evaluating.
Nedry holds the can of coke upside-down, drains the last drops.
NEDRY
You think I'm a scumbag, I know.
Nedry chuckles, lines up three peanuts on the table. One after the
other, he throws them in the air. He gulps down two, misses one. It
skids across the glossy floor.
Baker's head involuntarily cocks as he looks disgustedly at Nedry.
NEDRY
Look pal, you make a career in biogenetic
industrial espionage, and you're bound to
run across a scumbag or two. Guaranteed!
Part of the job description. Look, who's
to say, who is the real scumbag? After
all, I know what you guys need so bad.
I've heard of reverse engineering.
As Nedry continues he shovels nuts into his mouth and CHOMPS and SPEAKS.
NEDRY
Let the other guy put in all the work,
all the R and D. You take the finished
product, work backwards, breaking it down
to reveal its genetic code. Presto! In
a few measly months you have know-how
that took researchers ten years to
determine. You know how much Hammond has
invested of his own personal wealth?
Over five billion dollars! And if you
guys get the jump on his - in no time,
the market's wide-open.
Nedry starts the LAUGH as he EATS and TALKS.
NEDRY
But, boy, he's really got his product!
Oh yes siree, massive, gargantuan, money-
making, never-heard-of-profit-like-that
product. It is a sight! Yes, indeedy!
Nedry LAUGHS explosively. He begins to choke, COUGHING and GASPING.
Baker is repulsed. He stares out the window as the sun sets.
Nedry, in true distress, clutches his own throat. He clumsily runs
toward Baker, toppling chairs as he goes. Nedry grabs Baker's hand and
squeezes it tightly, imploring Baker for help. Baker coolly shakes his
hand loose and shoves Nedry to the floor. Baker looks down at the prone
and desperate Nedry.
BAKER
Scumbag. We have a deal. That deal is
not open to renegotiation. Or even re-
evaluation.
Bakers kneels down next to Nedry, who is beginning to turn blue.
BAKER
The deal stands. Take it or leave it.
Baker glances at his watch.
BAKER
I'll give you a few minutes to decide.
Nedry makes a superhuman effort just to nod his head. Baker nods back
and SLAMS his fist into Nedry's solar plexus. It works.
Nedry sucks in a huge gulp of air. He sits up, rubbing his belly. As
Baker leaves the room:
BAKER
Make sure the eggs are on that supply
ship. Just make sure!
CAMERA LEAVES NEDRY and exits the window. IT SWISHPANS the concrete
canyons of Wall Street and enters another office.
INT CONSERVATIVE LAW OFFICE - DAY
DONALD GENNARO, handsome, meticulously dressed, paces the highly
polished, glassy corner suite. His boss, ROSS, is seated. He's a
powerful black man who waves a prosthetic arm.
ROSS
We can't trust Hammond anymore. He's
under too much pressure. There's the
EPA, he's behind schedule, and the in-
vestors are getting nervous. There have
been too many rumors, too many accidents.
We can't screw around with this.
GENNARO
I've asked Hammond to arrange independent
site inspections every week for the next
three weeks.
ROSS
What does he say?
GENNARO
Insists nothing's wrong on the island.
ROSS
You know him. Do you believe him?
GENNARO
No, I don't. I spent a lot of time with
him five years ago when we raised the
capital. And it was a wild ride. He's
unpredictable, a dreamer.
ROSS
Potentially dangerous. We should never
have gotten involved. What's our position?
GENNARO
The firm owns five percent.
ROSS
General or limited?
GENNARO
General.
ROSS
We should have never done that.
GENNARO
It seemed wise at the time. We all
wanted the park to happen. It was in
lieu of fees.
ROSS
In any case, I agree an inspection is
overdue. Who are your site experts?
Gennaro tosses a list on Ross' desk. He check it out.
ROSS
Will they tell the truth?
GENNARO
I think so. That guy Grant's a hotshot
in his field, always goes his own way -
ROSS
- Good. You're making all the arrangements?
GENNARO
Hammond asked to place the calls himself.
I think he wants to pretend the park is
not in trouble. That it's just a social
invitation, showing off the island.
ROSS
All right ... Good. But let's be very
clear about one thing. I don't know how
bad this situation actually is, Donald.
But if there's a problem on that island -
don't be afraid to screw Hammond and burn
Jurassic Park to the ground.
Gennaro shakes hands awkwardly with Ross and leaves. Ross paces. Fed-
up, he whispers to himself.
ROSS
Costa Rica, my ass.
He whacks his desk globe, sends its spinning.
CAMERA MOVES IN on spinning globe as we HEAR the ROTOR BLADES of a
helicopter and DISSOLVE TO:
INT/EXT HELICOPTER IN SKY - DAWN
On the helicopter tail is a little blue logo that reads: Isla Nublar.
INSIDE, Grant, Ellie and Gennaro are in the right back row. Ellie
dozes, her head occasionally dropping onto Grant's shoulder, to his
discomfort. Gennaro looks at papers, trying not to look through the
clear plexi-bubble at their feet. Next to THE PILOT, Nedry chews a
candy bar. He offers candy to the back row.
Grant loses himself, looking out the window.
GRANT'S POV - the aquamarine blue of the ocean. Below the waters there
are the shadows of ample marine life. Dolphins leap in the air.
Suddenly the clear scene becomes obscured by clouds.
There is turbulence. Ellie wakes, glances at Grant, then out the
window. There is mist and she absently traces her finger in it, shaping
a dinosaur figure. Now land comes into view and for a moment, the
island below them eerily fits right into her doodling.
PILOT
That's Isla Nublar. Buckle up, the
descent is a little hairy.
Gennaro cinches his belt tightly and half-shuts his eyes. Nedry takes
out a sandwich and cockily loosens his belt. Ellie looks every way.
ELLIE
This is exciting!
GRANT
What is, Ellie? Where are we going?
Grant looks out his window. The helicopter rushes forward, low to the
water. Ahead, Grant sees the island, rugged and craggy, rising sharply
GRANT
Looks like Alcatraz.
The pilot coughs and rubs his goggles with the back of his hand.
PILOT
There's bad wind shear on this peak.
Grant nods. Gennaro sweats, watching the pilot tighten his own belt.
Ellie smiles excitedly as the helicopter starts down. Now, A BLANKET
FOG. Grant can't see a thing out his window. Ellie's startled.
ELLIE
How the hell is he landing this thing?
No answer. Grant dimly discerns green branches of pine trees through
the mist. Some are very close. Ellie's hands grasps her seat cushion.
ELLIE
This is not fun.
Grant looks through the plexi-bubble at his feet. He sees the giant
glowing fluorescent cross below. Lights FLASH at corners of the cross.
GRANT
Relax, Ellie. I'm sure they wouldn't
land if it weren't safe.
The copter suddenly SHAKES violently. Ellie grabs Grant's hand.
Gennaro sits straight up, eyes squeezed shut.
GRANT
Gennaro? This guy knows what he's doing,
Right? Hey, Gennaro? I'm talking to you!
Another violent shake. Grant squeezes Ellie's hand back.
CLOSEUP - Nedry's hand crushes a packet of crackers.
Gennaro is soaked. He opens one eye and looks about, very frightened.
He speaks a mantra.
GENNARO
No problem. Relax, relax.
The pilot whispers to himself and corrects slightly. The copter sails
sharply the other way.
GRANT AND ELLIE
Whoa!!!!
CLOSE ON - the pilot jerks back the stick.
THE COPTER zooms upward. Grant's beverage flips to the ground, pours
across the floor.
Nedry's lunch does flying. Sandwich, candy, and cracker crumbs hang
suspended in the air. Now it all FREE-FALLS onto Nedry's lap.
Grant and Ellie lean tightly into each other,
ELLIE
I don't like this feeling ...
The pilot swings his gaze, left then right, looking at the pine forest.
Trees are close, then far, then close. The helicopter drops rapidly.
Ellie and Grant shut their eyes. They brace themselves for the worst.
IN AND OUT OF THE MIST, the copter descends. Tail raised high, nose
low, for a moment it looks like a strange bug-eyes prehistoric animal
bucking in its pen. In a flash, it corrects itself. The copter touches
down on a heli-pad. The SOUND of the rotors fades and dies.
For a second, no one moves. Grant lets out a great sigh of relief.
Gennaro mouths a silent prayer. The pilot stretches his fingers.
Grant and Ellie self-consciously shake their hands free of each other.
Nedry unbuckles and laughs as he brushes off his lap. He turns:
NEDRY
Just think, Gennaro -
(laughs harder)
- you gotta agree it's funny! These two,
they dig up dinosaurs! It's wonderful,
isn't it?
Nedry pats Grant on his shoulder.
NEDRY
Dr. Bones, you're going to love this place.
Nedry bursts out laughing again as he heads out the helicopter door.
A smile comes across Gennaro's face. As he smiles he motions with his
hands he doesn't mean any harm. Grant and Ellie stare at him.
PILOT
Come on folks. Gotta get back, there's a
storm alert.
ROTORS TURN. OUTSIDE, a man reaches the copter. He wears a baseball
cap over short red hair and he's dressed in phony safari garb. He
shakes Gennaro's hand. This is ED REGIS, 35, head of Public Relations.
He throws open the copter door next to Grant. Big, cheerful smile.
REGIS
Hi! Ed Regis. Real big welcome to Isla
Nublar, Dr. Grant, Dr. Sattler. Little
tough landing here, I know. But you did
it! Come on down, we're so happy to have
you. Now, watch your step.
Ellie and Grant jump into the world of Jurassic Park.
EXT LUSH TROPICAL FOREST - MORNING
Grant takes in the beautiful tropical terrain. This place is the
opposite of the Badlands. There is elaborate planting everywhere:
huge, hairy ferns; exotic, spiked flowers; berries of every color;
rushing vines. Peeking through the thick greenery are beautiful birds
and flying squirrels. The strange, prehistoric world impresses Grant
and Ellie. Even Nedry and Gennaro take in the vegetal wonder.
Then, the SOUND of men working, grunting from exertion. Ahead, Muldoon
directs A GROUP OF WORKMEN. Flame-throwers roar and machetes fight back
the abundant foliage. As they attack a new area, Regis waves Muldoon
over. Muldoon has a pronounced limp as he walks over to join them.
ED REGIS
This is Robert Muldoon, great African big
game hunter. And he's working for us now.
Doing a bang-up job, too.
Muldoon rests his rifle by a tree stump and shakes with Grant and Ellie.
MULDOON
Ed's a little more BS than PR. Mr.
Gennaro, nice to have you back.
Gennaro nods warmly as Muldoon limps back to work.
Regis leads on, taking Gennaro's arm and talking to him like and old
friend. Nedry lumbers in the middle, alone. At the rear, Grant and
Ellie study everything they see. Grant calls to Regis but is ignored.
GRANT
Mr. Regis, what is the nature of this park?
Ellie looks behind and sees cramped ferns spring out to capture the path
they just walked on. She nudges Grant, who has seen the same.
ELLIE
Aggressive growth, huh?
GRANT
Hammond's trademark.
A distinct HOOTING in the distance. Then a loud TRUMPETING. Grant and
Ellie stop. Nedry doesn't look up. Regis flashes his salesman's smile.
REGIS
Out animals are greeting you!
They pass a crude sign nailed to a tree: Welcome to Jurassic Park.
Grant cringes at the sign. Ellie nudges him to loosen up.
GRANT
I hope this isn't one of those animatronic
exhibits in a Jurassic botanical setting.
NEDRY
Nope.
Gennaro wipes his brow. They enter a green tunnel of over-arching palm
that leads to the VISITOR'S CENTER, a modern complex in the distance.
Ellie notices a large fence hidden in the brush. She nudges Grant.
THEIR POV - CAMERA SLOWLY CLIMBS a fifteen foot high chain-link fence.
The needle-spiked top of this fence cuts deep into the brush.
This fence is only the prelude.
Sprawling massively above and behind it is a thirty foot high fence.
Woven throughout the fence's mesh is an intricate system of electrical
wire. There is a prominent warning: DANGER! ELECTRIC FENCE: TEN
THOUSAND VOLTS - KEEP OFF!
CAMERA KEEPS CLIMBING to the top: ominous barbed wire, curled into the
highest growth with coiled razors glistening in the sun.
Grant strains to understand. The quickens his steps to catch the others.
They reach a clearing with an unfinished brick sidewalk and potted shade
trees waiting for planting. A crosshatching of tiny lizards scamper off
the walk. An empty swimming pool is being filled by A MAN with a pumper
truck. Next to him, WORKERS water the large ferns.
REGIS
I hope you brought your bathing suits!
Doesn't this mist and these plants really
create a bonafide prehistoric feeling?
Regis points to a low building with glass pyramids on the roof.
REGIS
There's the Visitor's Center.
A CRANE lowers an iron grating on top of one pyramid. An animal TRUMPETS.
INT VISITOR'S CENTER - DAY
CLOSE ON - the iron security grating as it fits over a glass skylight.
Above, MASKED WORKERS weld it on. Sparks fly.
Grant stares up at it, thinking. Footsteps echo behind him as Regis,
Ellie, Gennaro, and Nedry look around the unfinished building.
The Visitor's Center is two stories high, a lot of glass with exposed
girders and supports. It's incomplete: vines swing in the breeze where
the back wall will go and undressed cables litter the floor. Even so,
exhibit areas are in varying stages of completion. Behind, SEVERAL
SPANISH WORKERS unpack masonry supplies.
GRANT
Where's Hammond?
REGIS
Mr. Hammond is dying to see you guys.
Grant strides over to an exhibit as Gennaro paces impatiently.
GENNARO
Hot, hot, hot. Ten billion bucks and the
air conditioning sucks.
Regis smiles apologetically and pushes open a large window on one of the
finished walls. Giant leaves and vines burst inside.
Grant studies an exhibit in progress entitled When Dinosaurs Rules the
World. This is a large clock that presents millions of years as hours
in a single day. Many brightly colored hours are allocated to the
dinosaurs. Man receives the last second of the day. Ellie joins Grant.
ELLIE
The audicity of man to get here at the
last second and think he runs the show.
Grant smiles at her inexhaustible enthusiasm. He looks at a painted
mural of a Raptor on one of the walls in the half-completed gift shop.
Nedry is at a coke machine, feeding in change. It doesn't work. He
SLAMS his hand against it, and finally, a cup drops down the chute.
Upside-down. It pours. Coke splashes Nedry. He curses and exits.
THE ROTUNDA - Ellie pulls Grant over to a raised, round display with a
catwalk. In this unfinished display, a skeletal T-Rex and a Raptor are
locked in combat. Scaffolding is up around it, and painting supplies
are scattered all around.
Regis glances at his watch, looks up, and smiles.
At that moment, doors adjacent to the rotunda swing open automatically.
A soothing female voice comes out of the public address system.
VOICE (ON P.A.)
Please come to the theater. In a moment,
our film will begin.
The voice goes on to give this information in a number of languages.
Regis waves everyone into the theater. Nedry doesn't join them. He
climbs the stairs to the second floor.
INT SCREENING ROOM - DAY
Small and plush. Regis sits in the front, full of enthusiasm. Grant and
Ellie sit further behind. Gennaro stands in the back and smokes.
CELESTIAL MUSIC fills the room. Mist covers and curls on the stage
floor. Colored spotlights illuminate the mist in an eerie fashion.
overall effect is the touristy Where's NY? high-gloss production.
years young, with a glint in his eye and very comfortable with his own
effect. He wears a white linen suit with a red rose in the breast
pocket. Like an elder Carl Sagan, he addresses the group.
HAMMOND
Welcome, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome
to an ancient and mysterious world, a
world long before humankind inhabited it
with all out remarkable dreams and
questions. Enter a world that existed
one hundred million years ago. When our
changing earth was the abode of
magnificent creations.
Today, the late twentieth century has
witnessed a scientific gold rush of
astonishing proportions: the headlong
and furious haste to unravel the mystery
of genetic engineering has become more
than just a subject for science fiction
writers.
ON GRANT - he whispers to Ellie.
GRANT
- the furious haste to commercialize
genetic engineering.
BACK ON HAMMOND - he warms to his subject.
HAMMOND
Biotechnology promises the greatest
revolution in human history. It will
outdistance atomic power and computers in
its effects on our everyday lives. We'll
see square trees for easy lumbering and
white trout for super visibility to
fisherman. Why it will transform every
aspect of human life: out medical care,
our food, our health, even our very
entertainment.
ON GRANT - confirmed in his thinking, he whispers again.
GRANT
Here we go.
BACK ON HAMMOND - he concludes.
HAMMOND
Nothing will ever be the same again.
It's literally going to change the face
of our planet as we know it.
MUSIC SOARS. Hammond smiles appreciatively, removes his rose. A screen
descends behind him.
HAMMOND
... Jurassic Park. What we do here is
made possible through the miracle of DNA
replication, commonly known as cloning.
To explain what cloning means, I'm going
to need my own clone - John Hammond.
Another Hammond appears, projected on the screen beside the real one.
2ND HAMMOND
Hi, John!
HAMMOND
Hi, John.
IN THE AUDIENCE - Ellie laughs aloud. Grant, shaking his head, smiles.
BACK ON HAMMOND - The original speaks to the clone.
HAMMOND
Okay John, hold out your finger.
2ND HAMMOND
Why?
HAMMOND
I need some of your genetic material.
2ND HAMMOND
Now just a minute here, John.
HAMMOND
Your genetic material is the same in
every cell of your body. You have a
hundred billion cells. You won't miss a
couple.
Hammond holds his rose to the screen the pricks his clone's finger with
a thorn.
2ND HAMMOND
OW!!! That hurt! Hey, what's -
The clone dissolves into a cascade of blood as WE SEE a magnified view
of the bloodstream. ANIMATION begins which illuminates the parts of the
blood and its actions. Hammond provides voiceover for the visuals.
HAMMOND
John, let's look into your blood, the
river of life. There's your white cells,
exquisitely evolved to clean up bodily
wastes. And there's a mighty nucleus,
the heart and brain of a cell. This
nucleus has an amazing property. It can
split in half and reproduce itself.
That's how it grows. And then those two
can do it again. And again. Making copy
after copy of itself.
Back to the two Hammond's. Joined by a third, then a fourth, and so on
until the screen is crammed with Hammond's, elbowing each other for room.
NEW HAMMOND'S
Hi, I'm John Hammond. Hey, I'm John
Hammond. No, I am. I am.
HAMMOND
Come on, that's enough of this! And I
thought to reproduce myself I had to do it
the old-fashioned way.
New mist fades out this show. The lights go up. Regis applauds. Grant
joins in the laughter with Ellie and Gennaro.
Hammond jumps down from the stage and greets Gennaro and Regis.
HAMMOND
That's all we've got so far. A lot of
fun, isn't it, Mr. Gennaro?
REGIS
You bet!
Hammond greets Grant and Ellie warmly. Then Hammond baits Grant.
HAMMOND
It's been a long time, Alan. I know the
preceding was not your sort of enter-
tainment. Popular science -
GRANT
No, I don't mind popular science. I dislike
the commercialization of science. It breeds
a sloppiness, a disregard for method.
HAMMOND
Well, I don't disregard method. But think
of mutation - which is nothing more than
sloppy communication on the cellular
level. Think how triumphant mutations
have been in natural selection.
Oh, but I know what you're saying. It's
true that I have never been afraid to make
money with science. I've always
considered profit to be a measure of
success, a barometer of public reaction.
GRANT
Mr. Hammond, the essential truth of a
scientific law has nothing to do with
public reaction. Water freezes at
thirty-two degrees, whether you pay for
it or not.
Hammond turns to Gennaro. Gennaro smiles nervously at their clash.
HAMMOND
Donald, in bringing my old friend, Alan
Grant, you've brought an excellent critic
to observe the viability of my island and
out venture. I look forward to winning
you over, Dr. Grant.
ELLIE
Just what is it you're trying to clone?
EXT A SPRAWLING LAWN - DAY
Outside, Hammond leads Gennaro, Grant and Ellie. He points out the
staff living quarters, a group of graceful teepees. Next to their
homes, WORKERS hang laundry and cook on grills.
They pass a large Mechanical Building. The generator housed within is
very LOUD. The wind increases, rippling clothes.
Suddenly, the SOUND of a speeding jeep. Grant turns.
Racing across the rolling green landscape is A RED JEEP. Muldoon is at
the steering wheel. Two kids bounce happily around in the open jeep.
They are TIMMY, 9, and LEX, 6, brother and sister. The jeep stops.
LEX
Grandpa!
Hammond looks up, delighted. Arms open. Gennaro pulls him close.
GENNARO
(incredulous)
Mr. Hammond, this is a serious investiga-
tion of the island, not a weekend
excursion or a social outing. We're
talking about the safety of this place!
Hammond waves to the children.
HAMMOND
I'm aware of that. But I built this
place for children. You can't
investigate it without their reactions.
They're what this place is all about.
Hammond beams to Grant and Ellie and indicates the running kids.
HAMMOND
My grandchildren. Genetics were kind.
They're more like my ex-wife than me.
Lex jumps right into her Grandpa's arms. Timmy shyly walks up and
embraces him. Hammond shines. Gennaro holds in his fury.
INT HAMMOND'S QUARTERS - DAY
Hammond ushers his guests into his own richly appointed baronial suite.
Ellie looks out a small window at the tee-pees and the contrasting
lifestyle below. She then focuses on the high fence, circling the
perimeter of Hammond's quarters. Above is a skylight, with metal bars.
Grant whispers to her, indicating the obviously modified window frame.
GRANT
Who makes a windows ... smaller?
Timmy smacks him forehead, points to Grant.
TIMMY
I know you. You wrote my book. Lost
World of The Dinosaurs. It's awesome.
LEX
Timmy's got dinosaurs on the brain.
GRANT
Don't worry - he'll grow out of it.
ELLIE
Dr. Grant's embarrassed that his book was
so widely successful. He wrote if for
graduate students.
Hammond smiles intensely. But he's patient. He stands be a huge table
covered with a sumptuous velvet drape.
HAMMOND
Although Dr. Grant suspects otherwise,
this is not an ill-conceived, half-baked,
poorly funded plan that I've headed.
This is a plan to which I committed all
of my personal resources, literally
billions of dollars. And Donald Gennaro
here has kindly helped me raise that sum
again from wealthy Japanese. They love
theme parks. I have recruited pre-
eminent scientific minds from hallowed
universities and we've taken the time to
do things right.
Lex peeks under the cloth. Hammond smiles at her and recovers the table.
HAMMOND
Jurassic Park is the most advanced
amusement park in the world. We work
with genetics - life's essential building
blocks - to create new worlds. I set out
to make biological attractions. Living
attractions. Attractions so astonishing
that they'd capture the imagination of
the entire world.
GRANT
What exactly do you mean ... biological
attractions?
HAMMOND
As you well know, long ago, creatures ten
times larger than whales roamed our
adolescent Earth. And then mass,
mysterious extinction created a time
barrier unscalable until ... now.
BEAT.
GRANT
Yes?
HAMMOND
Dinosaurs.
(superbly proud)
I've been cloning dinosaurs!
CAMERA PUSHES IN on Grant's incredulous face.
Hammond whips off the drape, revealing a complex and detailed scale
model of the entire resort.
HAMMOND
Ladies and Gentlemen, Jurassic Park. Not
a resort, not a scientific conservatory,
just a little piece of pre-history that
every child in the whole wide world will
insist on visiting.
Hammond grins with delight.
GENNARO
At least every rich child.
Grant and Ellie come forward to examine the model. The kids crowd in.
CAMERA SNORKELS through the model - revealing different enclosures with
miniature dinosaurs, moats, fences, roads, a river.
HAMMOND
Apatosaurs in the lowland. Gallimimus in
the grassy plain. Dilophosaurus above
the river. The mighty Tyrannosaurus Rex!
238 fabulous creatures so far!
TIMMY
Real dinosaurs, Grandpa? Don't they want
to just kill each other?
Hammond excitedly punches a button - colored display grids light up.
HAMMOND
Timmy, there's electric fences and moats
and video surveillance at all times.
There are monitors every hundred feet
whatever we could plant them on the
island. A computer to tabulate it all.
ELLIE
You created dinosaurs? Who gave you the
right to do that?
HAMMOND
I didn't create them. I found a way to
wake them up, to stir them out of their
prehistoric slumber.
GRANT
We don't have the science. There's no
source of dinosaur DNA.
Hammond's proud, excited face shifts to one that divulges modestly.
HAMMOND
Yes ... there is.
INT HALLWAY, UPPER FLOOR, VISITOR'S CENTER - DAY
Hammond leads Grant, Ellie, Gennaro, Timmy, and Lex out of an elevator
and down an endless corridor. A WORKMAN ON CRUTCHES passes them.
They go through a series of security doors. To get them open, Hammond
places his palm on a screen before each door. Each time, it lights up
with an x-ray-like image of his hand and each door HISSES open.
CLOSEUP - Security x-ray. of Hammond's hand. BEEP. A red line writes
through the screen. Can't get in. Complaining, under his breath:
HAMMOND
Glitches.
Hammond tries again.
INT CONTROL ROOM - DAY
The door HISSES open, revealing an elaborate technology-crammed room.
In dim light, clusters of computer consoles and video monitors glow.
Nedry sits in a corner at a keyboard with a pile of papers next to him,
typing away. JOHN ARNOLD, 45, park supervisor, sits directing the
activities of the park and chain-smoking. There are large windows
looking out to the park, one of which is cracked and being replaced from
the outside by a TEAM OF WORKMEN.
Hammond wears a big smile as he leads in his entourage. He's the
ringmaster.
HAMMOND
And this is the right side of my brain.
The entire park is safely controlled from
here. John Arnold, that genius over
there, is the master control operator.
(with genuine concern)
John, don't smoke so much, you're far too
valuable a man to me.
ARNOLD
Oh, you'd survive just fine without me.
Arnold exhales smoke and waves good-naturedly. Nedry stares darkly at
Hammond, who ignores him.
HAMMOND
Everything's controlled from here.
Remote everything. Cars, feeding
programs, medicine dispensers, fecal
clean up - and that can be tons in a park
like this. We run this place with twenty
workers. This computer does it all. And
it polices each and every single animal
out there.
ELLIE
(whispers to Grant)
Who polices the computer?
Hammond points up. Overlooking the control room and the park is a
raised platform with a huge chair, like a throne in a court. A large
video screen faces this chair.
HAMMOND
That's where I will watch the astonished
watchers. Okay, let's go.
They practically race as a group to keep up with Hammond. The security
door seals shit, leaving Nedry and Arnold alone again.
NEDRY
Thanks for the kind word, Mr. Hammond.
ARNOLD
Come on, Dennis, he knows your technical
contributions have made it all possible.
NEDRY
Right.
BACK ON HALLWAY -
Hammond and his group turn off the corridor and reach a door marked:
CAUTION: Teratogenic Substances. Timmy backs off, grabs Lex's arm.
TIMMY
That stuff turns you into a mutant!
He contorts his face into strange shapes. As Hammond leads them all in
Lex pulls on his pocket.
HAMMOND
Don't mind the signs. They're only legal
precautions.
Gennaro frowns. The door opens and Lex peeks in.
HAMMOND
My laboratory, Lex. It will be yours and
Timmy's someday.
INT AMBER ROOM, LABORATORY - CONTINUING ACTION
Grant and Ellie share a baffled look. Grant stares.
Grant's POV - PAN ACROSS a room filled with honey-colored glowing stones
arranged on glass shelves in large pull-out trays. Each stone is tagged
and numbered.
Grant leans down, studying the stones. He bumps right into Gennaro.
Lex jumps excitedly.
LEX
It's ... gold!
TIMMY
It's amber. Fossilized tree sap.
LEX
Grandpa found gold.
Grant shushes the kids and looks to Hammond.
HAMMOND
You're both right. Amber is our gold.
The alpha or our alchemic alphabet. The
precious course of our genetic material.
You already know amber is the fossilized
resin of prehistoric tree sap, of course.
Grant and Ellie nod impatiently. Hammond sets the scene.
HAMMOND
Imagine - millions of years ago, tree sap
flowing over insects, as it does now as I
speak, in thousands of forests and backyard
trees everywhere. Imagine that ancient sap
trapping a little struggling insect and
consuming it in a syrupy death. Millions
and millions of years pass and we come
along and discover this prehistoric insect.
If we're lucky, he's perfectly preserved in
a fossil form inside the hardened sap which
is now amber. And as we examine more and
more amber, we find many perished insects,
including among them, biting insects -
GRANT
Like mosquitos -
HAMMOND
Like mosquitos, precisely, Dr. Grant.
GRANT
Mosquitos that sucked the blood of
dinosaurs. That's your source of DNA
material? My God! It just might work.
INT EXTRACTION ROOM, LABORATORY
A TECHNICIAN carefully positions a piece of amber under a fine-pointed
drill. With a nod, the technician's goggles drop from his forehead onto
his eyes and he starts up the drill. Hammond yells over the loud WHIRR.
HAMMOND
The extraction room speaks for itself.
CLOSE ON - drillbit boring into the amber. Orange fleck fly.
GRANT
It does?
The technician shuts the drill. Placing his hands into a mounted pair
of gloves, he operates an automated pair of needle-nose pliers to
carefully lift out the remains of a mosquito. He drops this bug on a
slide and places this slide on a tray full of such slides.
LEX
That's a million year old mosquito?
A conveyor belt starts, carrying this tray on to the NEXT TECHNICIAN.
The group follows. This technician puts the first slide under a
microscope. Grant watches on a video monitor as the tech inserts a long
needle into the prehistoric bug.
ELLIE
Put in a piece of amber, find a mosquito,
drill it out. Right?
HAMMOND
Right. You are witnessing the extraction
of tissue from the thorax of this humble
insect. If this mosquito has ingested any
foreign red blood cells - say it bit a
hadrosaur or a stegosaurus or a T-Rex - we
will extract those blood cells and obtain
paleo-DNA, the how-to-build instruction
book of an extinct creature.
So you see, Ellie, I'm not creating dino-
saurs. Fossils left behind the information,
the map of how to bring them back. I'm
helping them escape from the confined of
time.
GRANT
But even thousands of mosquitos wouldn't
give you enough tissue to determine a
complete DNA strand.
HAMMOND
Right you are, Dr. Grant! More like
hundreds of thousands of mosquitos are
necessary to provide even a partial
strand of DNA. And without a complete
strand, we don't have a dinosaur.
INT GENETICS ROOM
A LOUD HUMMING SOUND. Along the walls are rows of waist-high stainless
steel boxes. In the room's center are two six-foot-high round towers.
At a single console, a man studies a monitor.
DR. WU, 35, looks up from his study and beams at his guests. He jumps
up and knocks over his cup of coffee. ASSISTANTS clean the area as Wu
comes forward and actually hugs Grant, much to Grant's embarrassment.
HAMMOND
Ah, I knew you two would hit it off! Dr.
Grant, this is Dr. Wu, my chief geneticist.
WU
Finally, you are here! I've been working
without the encouragement of my peers for
too long. Welcome, welcome!
He kisses Ellie, who takes it in stride. Gennaro, We already knows.
WU
Mr. Hammond never lets me publish and
he's interested only in results, not in
science.
HAMMOND
Don't forget to thank me when you pick up
your Nobel prize.
Hammond and Wu resume the tour.
HAMMOND
You are standing in the middle of the
most powerful genetics factory created
since the expulsion from Eden.
WU
These are Hamachi-Hood automated gene
sequencers, those are Cray XMP's,
supercomputers that take DNA information
and organize it. In this room, we take
fragmented or incomplete DNA strands and
compare them to other incomplete strands.
HAMMOND
It's like finding the missing pieces of a
jigsaw puzzle.
WU
The computers make several trillion
calculations to provide us with a
complete DNA strand - the genetic code of
an extinct animal.
INT INCUBATION ROOM, LABORATORY
A vast room bathed in infrared light, filled with long tables. The
first tables have rows and rows of centrifuges, each bearing dozens of
test tubes. Wu leads the group.
GRANT
Okay, you have your "complete" DNA
strand. How do you grow it?
WU
We use unfertilized crocodile ova as our
breeding medium.
HAMMOND
Our primordial soup.
GRANT
And how do you know what it is you're
growing?
Wu shrugs.
WU
Well, we have computer techniques to try
and map out finds on an evolutionary
basis. But mostly, we just grow it and
find out what it is. If it's something
we're interested in, and it survives, we
keep it.
Grant and Ellie share a concerned look.
GENNARO
And if you're not interested?
Wu indicates a cabinet of chemicals with skull-and-crossbone warnings.
Timmy regards the poison with excitement.
Lex calls from deeper in the room.
LEX
Come look!
Here, plastic eggs lay on the long tables, their pale outlines obscured
by a grey mist that covers the tables. The eggs are all gently rocking
as TECHNICIANS roam up and down the aisles.
Hammond walks ahead of the group. As Wu speaks, Hammond listens and
enjoys it as though he's hearing it for the first time.
WU
This is the incubation room. We keep the
temperature at ninetynine degrees and a
relative humidity of one hundred percent.
GRANT AND TIMMY
Jurassic atmosphere.
Timmy smiles at Grant. Hammond winks at Timmy.
WU
We also run a high oxygen concentration,
up to thirty-three percent, so if you
feel faint, please tell me right away.
Lex feigns a faint, Timmy cracks a small smile. They move forward,
waist-deep in the mist. A strange green light emanates from the
incubators. Lex is half-consumed by the mist. She mimics the witch.
LEX
I'm ... melting!
Ellie laughs and pulls Lex close.
WU
Reptile eggs contain large amounts of
yolk but no water at all. The embryos
must extract water from the surrounding
environment.
GRANT
That's why you create the mist.
Wu nods. Hammond just enjoys the scene as Grant and Ellie watch a
thermal sensor moving from one egg to the next, touching each with a
flexible wand, beeping. Lex and Timmy let their hands glide over the
sides of the green glowing incubators fully awed by the strange, big
eggs they hold.
WU
Children, please do not touch! The eggs
are permeable to skin oils.
Grant that very close to an egg. He sniffs it.
GRANT
What kind of eggs are these? Are these
shells plastic?
WU
Yes, they are, The embryos are
mechanically inserted and then hatched in
this room. But we've managed to
sufficiently mimic the actual biological
process - these creatures rupture the
plastic membrane that they're contained
in when they're born. Like real births.
They reach an endless row of incubators, lined up along the wall,
beneath a viewing area like those found in an OB-GYN ward.
WU
Eggs that are determined viable spend
their last couple days in our specially-
designed incubators, which help
accelerate the pre-natal developmental
stages. Which is interesting because
we're having a problem with the adult
animals -
Hammond claps a hand over Wu's mouth and laughs.
HAMMOND
There's no problem Dr. Wu can't handle.
Now who wants to see the real thing?
As they exit the CAMERA PANS the misty aisles, studying the eggs.
EXT VISITOR'S CENTER - DAY
Blue shadows of clouds sweep across an expansive green hill in front of
the Visitor's Center.
Grant and Hammond make their way down below to the loading area for the
park tour. A little ahead is Gennaro and Ellie. Gennaro chatters on
while Ellie energetically explores the area, looking at the plants.
GENNARO
... so naturally, Hammond's going to
present everything in the best light. I
need to know that this park is safe.
ELLIE
I'll tell you something that troubles me
from the start. The carnivores are all
well-fed and kept separated from their
natural prey. That'll keep 'em alive,
but it won't keep 'em happy.
GENNARO
How do you mean?
ELLIE
The carnivores will want to hunt. It's
an instinct. And that instinct will have
to be satisfied or suppressed.
FURTHER UP THE HILL, moving slowly, Hammond eyes the pair suspiciously.
HAMMOND
Gennaro is putting negative ideas into
Ellie's head. He's a naysayer. I have
no affection for that type of thinking.
GRANT
Don't worry. Ellie makes her own
judgments.
At the base of the hill Timmy and Lex toss a baseball.
EXT TOUR START - DAY
The group gathers. TWO ELECTRIC CARS glide to a stop behind them.
Regis leans out of the first one.
REGIS
Hey! Great day for a tour!
GENNARO
Looks like rain to me.
REGIS
No! I told the rain-god to hold it off
till we got back.
The kids pile in next to Regis and explore the high-tech cars. Timmy
finds a a pair of very think, strange-looking goggles with dials on top.
Grant, Ellie, and Gennaro climb in the second car.
HAMMOND
Kids, mind Mr. Regis. He's in charge now.
The cars begin to move and pass Hammond. He waves.
Gennaro looks back as the cars turn into the brush. Hammond waves.
HAMMOND
Gennaro, for once in your life, let
something really move you.
In the cruiser, Gennaro rubs his neck. He turns to Grant.
GENNARO
Ever get the feeling we're just Hammond's
damn guinea pigs?
GRANT
I like to wait and see.
Ellie motions ahead, with excitement and apprehension, to a huge gate.
Regis and the kids wave behind to Grant, Ellie and Gennaro.
The gate's doors swing open and the cruisers move forward. The kids
squeal out a YA-HOO that floats through the air to Grant. But Grant
wears a cautious face, his skeptical eyes scan the landscape.
A FANFARE of trumpets and then a pre-recorded voice speaks from a
console in each cruiser. Video screens display a welcome message.
PRE-RECORDED VOICE
Welcome to Jurassic Park. You are now
entering the lost world of the
prehistoric past, a world of mighty
creatures long gone from the face of the
earth, which you are privileged to see
for the first time ...
Regis uses his walkie-talkie to contact Grant's cruiser.
REGIS (ON WALKIE)
That's Richard Kiley. We spared no
expense.
PRE-RECORDED VOICE
We'll begin our tour today with the
herbivores ...
INT/EXT CRUISERS, FIRST TOUR STOP - DAY
Between massive tree trunks, a spectacular view: storm clouds touch
mountaintops. Below, the lagoon ripples in pink crescents.
PRE-RECORDED VOICE
... and the grasses are a species of
juniper, and samples can be purchased at
the gift shop. Now, if everyone will
take a look to the right ...
All eyes swing that way. Grant doesn't see a thing. Nor do the others.
AHEAD, Timmy pulls the binoculars out of the equipment pouch and studies
the location. Lex grabs the night goggles. Timmy pulls them from her.
REGIS
Look ...
LEX AND TIMMY
I don't see anything. Do you see
anything? There's nothing there.
REGIS
Something's out there ...
IN THE SECOND CAR, a fly buzzes on Grant's windshield. Grant hangs out
his window almost sniffing the air for some movement. Nothing.
SUDDENLY the trees in front of them move! A deep trumpeting SOUND and
TWO BRACHIOSAURS rumble away from the side of the road. The ground
SHAKES as they walk, their BELLOWING fills the air. Led by Grant, the
passengers rise through the open top of their Land Cruisers, to look up
at the dinosaurs far above.
DROOPING FROM ABOVE, leaves and little branches shower on Grant. Utter
amazement fills Grant's face, then his mouth breaks into a giant smile
then a laugh. He simply can't believe his eyes. His laugh becomes
raucous and euphoric.
GRANT
Ellie! Can you imagine the excavation
team seeing this!
Behind him, Ellie's whole person is awestruck, immobile. Gennaro
squints, straining to make sense of this unbelievable reality.
IN THE CAR AHEAD, Lex and Timmy stare open-mouthed. Regis looks at the
animal and then at the group's reverie. He smiles knowingly: he's been
there, too. He bends and whispers:
REGIS
Congratulations. You're the first kids in
the whole wide world ever to see real
dinosaurs.
The kids look up at Regis with wonder in their eyes.
GRANT CAN'T stop laughing. Still chewing, a brachiosaur cranes down to
peer at this laughing man. The brachiosaur's huge head stops inches
away from Grant. Grant, awestruck, stares and them -
CLOSE ON - Grant as his eyes slowly roll back and ... he faints.
The dinosaur casually moves away as Ellie comes to Grant's aid.
ELLIE
Alan? Alan?
(sort of delighted)
He fainted!
Gennaro waves to Regis that all is okay. Grant slowly revives. He
looks back at the brachiosaur, groggily, smiling away. He looks at
Ellie and their eyes linger on each other longer than usual, sharing a
look of serene delight.
Gennaro plops back in his seat and ponders the scene before him. A
glazed look fills his face.
GENNARO
My God, we're going to make a fortune
here!
CAMERA PUSHES IN on the majestic, gentle beauty of the Brachiosaurs.
JUNGLE SOUNDS DOMINATE, growing louder and louder.
INT CONTROL ROOM - DAY
Hammond sits at his throne, happily watching the huge video screen which
displays the tour group. He laughs raucously and calls to Arnold.
HAMMOND
He fainted. I've waited fifteen years to
impress that young man.
ARNOLD
Oh Mr. Hammond, I'm sorry to interrupt
you, but Muldoon needs you by the pit.
HAMMOND
Oh, balls.
INT/EXT CRUISERS, SECOND TOUR STOP - DAY
The cruisers come to a stop. In the distance, A HERD OF GALLIMIMUS
graze. They stand on their hind legs to get at high palm trees, then
drop gracefully down on all fours to chew. BABY GALLIMIMUS scamper
around the adults, eating leaves that drop from the larger animals.
PRE-RECORDED VOICE
... Gallimimus, known as the ostrich
dinosaur for the shape of its shoulders,
have a very strong nesting instinct ...
Grant doesn't listen. He is simply intoxicated with the pastoral beauty
of the gentle, grazing dinosaurs. Suddenly, he looks away with a deep
concern. Ellie looks at him questioningly.
GRANT
Ellie? What the hell are we going to do
with the rest of our lives?
Ellie smiles at him, puzzled.
ELLIE
What to you mean?
GRANT
Can't you see it, Ellie? We're the ones
that are extinct now.
INT/EXT CRUISERS, THIRD TOUR STOP - DAY
PRE-RECORDED VOICE
... lots more to see in the herbivore
section of our park. But as we come
alongside out Jurassic jungle river to the
left, let's try and catch a glimpse of a
very unusual and dangerous carnivore.
Look across the river and above ...
A lovely mossy clearing. And to the side, bounded just by a thicket of
bushes, a precipitous drop to a tropical river, lush and clear. The
river runs fast but it is narrow. On the other side is a sharp rise.
PRE-RECORDED VOICE
And there they are!
Standing on that natural pedestal and watching our tour come to a stop
are TWO DILOPHOSAURUS, man-sized dinosaurs with gills that hang around
their necks. Grant and Ellie chime in with the pre-recorded voice.
ALL THREE
Dilophosaurus!
Timmy and Lex point enthusiastically. Regis holds them down with a
gentle but restraining arm.
PRE-RECORDED VOICE
Dilophosaurus is one of the earliest
carnivores. Scientists once thought
their jaw muscles were too weak to kill,
but now, through the miracle of their
cloning, we know Dilophosaurs spit venom,
a poison which causes blindness and then
unconsciousness.
Their distinctive HOOT drifts across the afternoon air.
GENNARO
Poisonous dinosaurs, there's a liability
issue without a lot of precedent.
CLOSEUP of the nearly motionless Dilophosaurus. One yawns wide.
GRANT
(assessing)
It's like a Gila monster of a cobra. It's
a poison ...
ELLIE
Spitter!
The Spitters bound off as Grant watches, transfixed. A flock of birds
burst from a tree and cross the sky. Trees filter the light.
ELLIE
Are we dreaming all this?
EXT RAPTOR PIT - DAY
A big hole in the ground, covered with a think wire mesh. Suddenly, a
dark claw pushes against the wire web. A SHOWER OF SPARKS. A SCREECH
animals GROWL and SNARL. An animal slams its face into the mesh. SPARKS
illuminate a set of RAZOR-SHARP TEETH.
Muldoon stands next to the pit, carefully loading an assault rifle.
Hammond comes in a hurry. Muldoon sees Hammond and puts down the rifle.
He walks to Hammond, talking before he gets there.
MULDOON
These raptors are too damn dangerous. One
of them tunneled out this morning. He
ripped a boy's arm off before I could get
a bullet in him.
HAMMOND
A bullet? Muldoon - no! Now what? I
have five left?
MULDOON
John, they're mean as scorpions and smart
as chimps. Their little fingers make
them natural cage-breakers. We should
terminate the raptor program. They're
just too smart. Too damn smart.
HAMMOND
Oh balls. I will not terminate the raptors
just because they're behaving normally.
They're hunters. Why can't we contain them
properly?
Hammond starts to walk away. Muldoon follows, he's not finished at all.
MULDOON
John, remember back in '88, when we
started to build the containment devices?
We ordered cattle prods, tasers, guns
that blow out electric nets. They're all
too slow for these guys. If we're going
to keep the raptors, I want TOW missiles
and laser-guided devices.
Hammond laughs warmly. He pats Muldoon on the back.
HAMMOND
It's just a zoo, Muldoon. A zoo. Figure
out a way to contain them. And we'll sit
down and have a nice long discussion about
raptors - after my guests leave, okay?
Hammond walks away. Muldoon stares after him, jingling keys in his
hand. Muldoon lumps over to A WORKER.
MULDOON
Okay! Get a 'dozer, start digging round
the pit. We're gonna bury some fence.
And wear your rifle when you're working!
INT CONTROL ROOM - AFTERNOON
Hammond enters and crosses to his throne. Hammond swivels to Arnold who
exhales smoke. Nedry looks over, keeps typing.
HAMMOND
Where are they? Punch 'em up.
ARNOLD
They'll be by the trike's in a moment.
Trike's sick again.
HAMMOND
How can you say it so matter-of-factly?
The trike's. You casually accept it, but
I never can. You know what it means when
you say "by the trikes"? "By the
trike's" means that they're out there by
the species: triceratops horridus. It
astounds me every time what I've done
here. What magic, what alchemy. We
turned a piece of a rock into a dinosaur.
I will never be complacent about that.
Arnold smiles and punches a button. WE HEAR the pre-recorded tour voice
and some chatter of the kids.
EAVESDROPPING on the tour IS INTERRUPTED by a radio transmission to the
control room. Arnold slides over and shuts off the tour monitoring.
The picture on the video screen is now of a cargo boat at a dock.
RADIO
Hello, John. This is the Anne B at the
dock. I'm looking at the storm patterns
just south of us. Requesting permission
to leave before unloading the last three
food containers.
Nedry looks up quickly, listening carefully.
RADIO
Don't want to be stuck here if this chop
gets much worse.
Hammond reacts with quiet dismay. Nedry quietly gets up.
NEDRY
Coffee anyone?
He's ignored. Arnold defers to Hammond who leans to the microphone.
HAMMOND
Hello skipper, John Hammond, how are you
tonight? I certainly don't want to
imperil anyone. But can you give us one
more container of food? Then we'll feel
comfortable is the storm delays your
return. Could you help us out here? Of
course, if it looks too choppy just go,
but you'd be doing us a big favor.
RADIO
Well ... we'll do our best, sir. We'll
get one more container off. How's that?
Hammond thanks him and signs off. Arnold looks at the darkening clouds.
INT/EXT CRUISERS, FOURTH TOUR STOP - LATE AFTERNOON
The cars twist through dense vegetation with a GRINDING of gears. The
first car comes to a jerky stop.
There is a huge TRICERATOPS lying on its side, moving very slowly,
breathing laboriously. HARDING, the tall, balding park vet, kneels on
the ground. He peers into the animal's mouth with a large flashlight.
Before the second car can stop completely, Grant leaps out, races to the
trike. Regis tries to restrain the kids but they chase Grant and Ellie.
Grant joins Harding on the ground. The trike lets out a low MOAN.
She's too sick to move. Ellie and Lex squat by the animal.
LEX
I feel so sorry for her. She's so sick.
VET
We don't know what's wrong with Freda.
Every six weeks she gets like this.
REGIS
Oh, she'll be up and around in no time.
After a big night, I feel the same way.
Grant very gently opens the Trike's mouth.
GRANT
Poor girl. What's the matter? Ellie,
look at this.
A dark purple tongue droops limply from her mouth. Ellie shines the
light on it, illuminating silvery blisters. Gennaro turns away.
ELLIE
Microvesicles. Interesting.
Grant scratches one of the blisters with his ball-point pen. It oozes.
The kids share a grossed-out look.
LEX
Doesn't she have a mommy and a daddy?
HARDING
We make these dinosaurs in the lab,
sweetheart. But they do form attachments.
Freda has a little one that follows her
around, thinks Freda's his mom.
Grant starts to look around.
ELLIE
What does she eat? Where does she feed?
HARDING
Animal this size takes in a minimum of
six hundred pounds of plants a day. We
truck in hay and meadow grasses seven
times a day. That's all she touches.
Grant studies the nearby grass and bushes. Timmy quietly follows Grant.
Ellie lifts a huge eyelid on the triceratops. A runny eye just stares.
Grant comes up triumphantly with a bouquet of weeds clutched in his
hand. These weeds have little purple berries. Ellie looks over.
ELLIE
West Indian Lilacs!
GRANT
These'd give anybody a stomachache.
HARDING
I'm telling you, the animals don't eat
don't eat that stuff.
Regis keeps a babysitter's eye on the kids. Timmy comes up with a
handful of smooth stones. He approaches Grant shyly.
TIMMY
Dr. Grant, sir? How 'bout these?
There's lots of little piles of these?
Grant fingers one distractedly, then suddenly comes to attention.
GRANT
Hey, Ellie take a look at his. Good
work, Timmy.
Ellie gets up, brushes herself off, comes over and examines the stone.
ELLIE
Extremely smooth. Purple stains, could
be those lilac berries.
She and Grant smile and each other and nod. Gennaro is curious.
HARDING
I don't get it.
GRANT
Looks like your trike swallows stones to
help her digest her food. Walking
around, she crushes berries against the
stones. And even just a little crushed
berry is eventually enough,
ELLIE
So, she poisons herself periodically.
HARDING
Bet we tested her saliva for any trace of -
GRANT
But with the stones, she swallows them
and probably bypasses any mucosal
contact. Straight to the stomach. I
would test her excrement.
LEX
Yo, yuk!
A light RAIN begins. Automatically, with a soft hiss, the glass roofs
of the cruisers slide shit. Gennaro taps Regis and indicates the cars.
GENNARO
Hey Regis, where are your rain gods?
It's gonna pour. Let's finish our tour.
Grant agrees, heads for the cruisers. He turns and looks for Ellie.
Ellie stands by the Trike. She gives Grant a meaningful look.
ELLIE
I'm staying.
Grant smiles at her decision.
GRANT
Soil samples?
ELLIE
You read my mind.
(confidentially)
I think she's sicker then they're saying.
Her skin is dry and flaky. And her gums
are pale. I'm going to talk to Dr. Wu.
GRANT
Good idea. I'll keep my eyes open.
Gennaro climbs in with Grant. The two cruisers start off and Timmy
turns backward to stare wistfully at Grant. Regis and Lex wave to the
Trike. Grant looks back to Ellie who has already begun to work.
ON TRIKE - a mosquito lands on its back. The trike's tail slaps it dead.
INT MACHINE ROOM - LATE AFTERNOON
With difficulty, Nedry shoves his large body down the crawl space behind
a large rack of electronic equipment. He stops and uses a suction cup
device to lift a section of the tiled floor. He gropes among cables and
pulls out a small wireless radio. He transmits:
NEDRY (INTO RADIO)
Jim, what the hell's with you ... I know
a storm's coming, I can't ... it's all so
tightly planned ... that's not enough ...
ok, twenty minutes, I'll be there. Damn!
Nedry returns the radio to its hiding place. He sucks in his gut to
make the crawl out of the narrow space.
INT/EXT CRUISERS, T-REX FEEDING AREA - DUSK
The cruisers stop on the rise of a hill. They over look a forested area,
sloping down to the edge of the lagoon.
TOUR
The mighty T-Rex arose late in dinosaur
history. Dinosaurs ruled the earth for a
hundred and twenty million years, but
there were tyrannosaurs for only the last
fifteen million years of that period ...
Farther south, they see the graceful necks of the brachiosaurs standing
at the water's edge. Their bodies, mirrored in the moving surface,
break apart with the continuing drops of rain. Hear lightning rhythmic-
ally pulses the sky. All is quiet except for the soft drone of cicadas
and the tapping of light rain.
Regis calls Grant on the walkie-talkie.
REGIS (TO WALKIE)
You know, Dr. Grant, Hammond likes to
come here in the evening and just sit.
GRANT (OVER WALKIE)
Where is the T-Rex?
REGIS (TO WALKIE)
Good question.
ON GRANT - as he takes that in, nodding to himself. Studies the land.
GRANT
Maybe she's down hunting apatosaurs.
OVER WALKIE - Regis laughs, his voice tinny over the radio.
REGIS (OVER WALKIE)
Would if she could, believe me. Some-
times she stands by the lagoon and stares
at those animals, and wiggles those
little forearms of hers in frustration.
But the T-Rex territory is completely
enclosed with trenches and fences.
Believe me, she can't go anywhere.
GRANT
Then where is she?
They hear A SOFT BLEATING. In the center of the field, a small cage
rises into view, lifted on hydraulics from underground. The cage bars
slide down. A GOAT remains tethered in the field, BLEATING plaintively.
The tour group stares out their windows, expectantly.
BACK ON CONTROL ROOM -
Hammond, pleased, watches the giant screen that displays the tour group.
Muldoon limps into the control room. Arnold looks over.
MULDOON
Just checking in. Everything ok?
HAMMOND
Look at them. Leaning out the windows,
so eager. They can't wait to see it.
They have come for the danger.
MULDOON
That's what I'm afraid of.
Muldoon twirls the keys on his fingers and watches the land cruisers.
BACK ON CRUISERS, T-REX FEEDING AREA -
Grant watches quietly.
The BLEATING becomes louder, more insistent. The goat tugs frantically
at its tether, racing back and forth, kicking.
LEX
What's going to happen to the goat? Is
the T-Rex gonna come eat the goat?
Grant senses something. He sits straight up. Looks out intently.
GRANT
He's here.
The goat is tethered in the middle of the field, thirty yards from the
nearest tree. Grant scans the tree for the T-Rex.
The goat senses something too. It struggles and strains, bleating
frantically. Suddenly the mechanical SOUND of the cage coming up. Its
bars surround the goat with safety once again.
REGIS
Looks like the Rex will have its snack a
little later today.
RECORDED VOICE
The sensors don't see the Rex around.
She usually comes within five minutes of
hearing dinner. If she doesn't, that
means she's sleeping - we might have
access to her at the picnic area.
Lex and Timmy let out a sigh of relief. The tension is gone.
LEX
I didn't want to see him get eaten. I
liked the goat.
BACK IN THE CONTROL ROOM -
Hammond studies the large video monitor. He watches Grant and Gennaro.
Their voices are heard in the control room.
GENNARO (MONITORED)
What is a carnivore got out?
GRANT (MONITORED)
There'd be no stopping it. Huge, with no
natural enemies, and a suppressed hunting
instinct.
Hammond glares. Arnold, aware, shuts off the screen.
HAMMOND
Damn those people. They are so negative.
ARNOLD
It's natural. They can't fully
appreciate that we've engineered the
animals and the park for total safety.
HAMMOND
They comb this island like a bunch of
accountants. They don't experience the
wonder, the awe of it all.
ARNOLD
You can't make people experience wonder.
Hammond gets up and stands before the big windows overlooking the park.
The quartz FLOODLIGHTS outside their area COME ON with a rosy glow and
the dark jungle is opened again to their inspection.
At his console, Nedry looks at Hammond. Hammond stares out the window.
The RAIN PICKS UP and bounces off the window. Hammond speaks to Arnold
without turning.
HAMMOND
It's like the Garden of Eden out there.
This is the most beautiful time of day.
ARNOLD
Better rout the tour back. They can
start again sun-up tomorrow morning.
HAMMOND
Yup. Call the kitchen. Those kids'll be
hungry when they get in.
Arnold picks up the phone. STATIC. He glances over at Nedry.
NEDRY
Sorry 'bout that. I've taken all the
lines to upload some data.
Hammond's annoyed, but contains it. Arnold looks at Nedry, who smiles.
NEDRY
I'll clear a couple of lines for you at
the end of the next transmission, sir.
Here you go now, this will make it all
better, Mr. Hammond.
Nedry punches in a code.
CLOSE ON - Nedry's fat finger punching a last key.
CLOSE ON - amber video display terminal as a countdown begins.
As the screen counts down from ten to zero, Nedry peers at Hammond with
a steely glint in his eyes.
BACK ON SCREEN - three, two, one, the countdown hits zero.
Nedry's data-filled screen blinks off. Nedry looks up to the rack of
monitors. Unnoticed by Hammond or Arnold two more monitors go blank.
Then a third one.
BACK ON CRUISERS, REST AREA - NIGHT
The electric cars turn up into a scenic area high above the rest of the
park. HUGE QUARTZ LIGHTS REVEAL a dramatic view down to the ocean.
There the supply ship, the ANNE B, unloads its last crates.
RAIN INCREASES. On the other side of the road are picnic tables, an
unfinished snack bar and rest rooms. To the side of this rest area is a
view of the interior of the island. A guard-rail separates visitors
To the other side of the rest area is a concrete moat and in the back of
this is a tall, electrified fence. Surrounding the electric fence is a
smaller protective fence.
PRE-RECORDED VOICE
... enjoy a healthy snack. This is also
a good time to ...
LEX
Hey, is that bathroom working?
REGIS
Sure.
(he uses his walkie)
Rest stop.
The kids take off towards the bathroom, running through the rain. Grant
gets out of his cruiser, strides to Regis. He indicates the fence.
GRANT
Is that still the T-Rex paddock?
REGIS
Yes. But she never comes here. I don't
know why not. Probably too much
construction.
GENNARO, jacket over his head against the rain, looks down to the ocean.
GENNARO'S POV - THE ANNE B UNLOADS he last cargo crate.
GRANT LOOKS at the concrete moat. Studies its deep curve. He looks up
at the tell electrical fence with its 10,000 volt warning. He sees
conventional power lines on the opposite side of the road.
CAMERA EXAMINES the empty cruisers. Inside, the pre-recorded voice is
chatting on. It slows eerily and stops. Video SCREENS BLINK OUT.
BACK ON CONTROL ROOM -
Nedry yawns loudly.
NEDRY
Yup! Looks like a never-ending weekend
for me. I'm gonna get a Diet Coke.
Don't touch my console, ok? Line will
be clear in five minutes.
Nedry leaves. Hammond swings around and growls under his breath.
HAMMOND
Slob!
ARNOLD
Well, at least he knows what he's doing.
INT UPPER FLOOR, VISITOR'S CENTER - NIGHT
Nedry races through the series of security doors. He ignores the
security x-ray device and just SHOVES each door open with his hand.
BACK ON CRUISERS, REST AREA -
THE QUARTZ LIGHTS GO OUT, leaving the group in shadowy darkness and now
STEADY RAIN. There's a ripple of surprise from the group. Regis rounds
them all up and directs them back into the cruisers.
REGIS
Everything's just fine. It's a temporary
glitch due to the rain. No doubt,
they're going to re-rout some circuits
back at the mainframe. We'll have the
power back on in moments. Let's get back
in the cruisers, they may start up, and
I'd like us all to be seated in them.
The cruisers are STILL. IN THE REAR CRUISER, Gennaro turns to Grant.
GENNARO
I knew we shouldn't have kids here.
A vivid FLASH of LIGHTNING. IN THE FIRST CAR: Lex covers her eyes.
Then she looks up at Regis with a frightful face.
LEX
Mr. Regis, are dinosaurs ... nocturnal?
REGIS
No, darling, of course not.
LEX
Mr. Regis? What's ... nocturnal?
Another LIGHTNING FLASH. Lex cries. Regis comforts her.
REGIS
Don't you worry about dinosaurs. They're
all very safe in their paddocks just like
animals in a big, strong zoo. They're not
going anywhere we don't tell them to go.
Timmy looks out the window excitedly.
INT INCUBATION ROOM, LABORATORY - NIGHT
All those eggs on tables. No moving sensors. Nedry pulls a portable
incubator away from the dozens lined up against the wall. Its
electrical cord goes flying. Furiously, Nedry fills the incubator with
eggs, one after the other.
NEDRY
Okay, little ones! Here we go!
Nedry grabs the handles of the incubator and runs with it. The
incubator careens on one wheel as he turns the corner and exits.
BACK ON CONTROL ROOM -
Hammond looks out the large window as the LIGHTS EXTINGUISH. He twirls.
HAMMOND
What's going on, Arnold? I want those
lights on. I don't want my grandchildren
scared.
ARNOLD
Jesus, the computer's gone down.
HAMMOND
Well, I want the computer up. This is
the wrong weekend for glitches.
Arnold still examines his console. He looks out with worry.
ARNOLD
That's not the worst of it.
HAMMOND
Oh yeah? Please tell me what's worse
than the lights going out?
Wu smashes through the door.
WU
All the security doors are open. Someone
has been in my laboratory and the eggs
have been disturbed.
The camera pushes in on Hammond's face.
HAMMOND
Where the hell is Nedry? Where is he?
Did anybody check the damn john?
Hammond storms out.
INT CORRIDOR, VISITOR'S CENTER - CONTINUING ACTION
Hammond enters the hall. Muldoon, racing from the other direction, yells:
MULDOON
John, the generator's shut down. Who cut
the power?
HAMMOND
Arnold's on it. You go out and bring
back the tour right away. I don't need
any of this!
Muldoon is already running back the way he came.
INT GARAGE - NIGHT
Several electric land cruisers are stored in this shadowy room. There
is a glassed-in area where Muldoon's weapons are stored: assault
rifles, tasers, tear gas canisters.
To the side of the garage s Muldoon's red jeep. In the passenger side
of the front seat is a rocket launcher.
Nedry storms in, wheeling his incubator. He stop suddenly and listens.
Approaching FOOTSTEPS.
NEDRY
Oh, shit!
INT BASEMENT STAIRS, VISITOR'S CENTER -
Muldoon runs down a long corridor, stop with a skid and yanks open the
door to the garage. He runs out. His boots RESOUND on the concrete.
BACK ON - NEDRY'S PANICKED FACE as he listens to the footsteps.
Wheezing, with great difficulty, Nedry bends his knees and strains. With
everything he's got, he lifts the incubator waist-height. And holds it.
BACK ON MULDOON - Muldoon's footsteps ECHO as they come closer and closer
to the garage. Muldoon whips down the curve in the stairs. His jacket
catches on an incomplete section of banister. Yanks him to a stop.
CLOSE ON - Muldoon's jacket as it RIPS, stays caught.
BACK ON - NEDRY as he tries to heave higher, can't. Beads a sweat roll
down his brow.
MULDOON FREES HIS caught jacket and then keep going.
Nedry's face drips with sweat. The incubator slips out of his sweaty
palms. Catches it with his knee. Nedry curses and with one forceful
boost, he lifts the incubator shoulder height.
CLOSE ON - Muldoon's feet on long stairwell. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
NERVOUS, NEDRY BREATHES in a labored fashion. He looks this way and
that. He closes his eyes and with one superhuman effort, he heaves the
incubator into the back seat of the red jeep. Nedry exhales.
At that moment, MULDOON ENTERS the vestibule between stairs and garage.
NEDRY EYES the shadowy figure in the vestibule. Nedry's frightened face.
MULDOON STOPS and reaches in his belt. He pulls out his pistol. He
takes out long, shiny cartridges. He loads the pistol.
NEDRY LEAPS in the front of the jeep, pushing aside the rocket launcher,
and zooms into the night.
A moment later, Muldoon enters the garage. He sniffs at the exhaust
that still hangs in the air. He looks over and is surprised to see his
jeep gone. He bends and inspects fresh tread marks. He looks up, his
face straining to understand.
EXT PARK ROAD - NIGHT
Nedry's red jeep flies down the park road.
CLOSE ON - Nedry's wheel as he turns it.
His tires skid sideways, then regain traction. The jeep bolts up a
smaller access road. He skids to a stop at the top of the hill.
Nedry jumps out and looks up. His high beams illuminate a huge electric
fence prominently labeled: DANGER! 10,000 Volts!
Two safety fences separate Nedry from the electric fence. He races to
the first one, pulls out a key chain. He tries one key, then another,
and another. It fits. Nedry unlocks the gate, swings open the door.
Nedry runs to the second gate. He slips in the mud. He slides to the
ground, dropping keys in a muddy pool.
CLOSE ON - Nedry's hand frantically fishing for the key chain in the
muddy water. Got them! Unlocks the second gate.
He races to the electric fence. RAIN PELTS him now. Water beads on his
face. Lightning flashes on the 10,000 volts warning.
He grabs the gate with his bare hand and swings it open.
Nedry heads back to his jeep, his fat body strobed by its high beams.
He jumps in the jeep and drives through. Behind him, the open gates
move recklessly in the stormy night.
BACK ON GARAGE
Ellie and Harding pull in, in their own gas-powered jeep. Muldoon is
waiting for them. Now there's a rifle slung over his shoulder. Harding
jumps out of the jeep.
MULDOON
Get out, get out! I need this jeep.
There's a problem with the tour. Ellie,
Hammond'll fill you in.
Ellie is concerned, then decisive.
ELLIE
No! I'm going with you, Muldoon.
They race out.
EXT DOCK - NIGHT
Headlights blazing in the darkness, Nedry's jeep skids to a stop by the
dock where the ANNE B is preparing to leave. The water is very choppy.
Nedry jumps out and pulls his incubator to the ground. He begins to
drag it through the mud, toward the ship. CAPTAIN FARRELL comes to meet
him, along with A COUPLE MEN, who hoist the incubator easily and carry
it toward the ship.
CAPTAIN FARRELL
Good. Glad to see you. Were you seen?
NEDRY
Nah. I'm back in five minutes, they'll
never know I was gone.
(yells after the men with the incubator)
Careful with that thing! It's worth more
than the ship.
(to the Captain)
When's the copter meeting you?
CAPTAIN FARRELL
It's not. The storm's coast-to-coast,
nobody could land on the water.
NEDRY
(totally panicked)
Shit! What's the backup? I don't like
this. Maybe we should do it another time,
I don't like it. I just don't like -
CAPTAIN FARRELL
Shhh! I wired Baker, he'll have a man at
the dock in Puntaremas. We should be
able to make that in time.
NEDRY
(somewhat relieved)
Ten hours?
CAPTAIN FARRELL
Yeah, now relax. I got a lot riding on
this too, you know. No one's going to
mess up now. Baker's not going to mess
up. His people won't let him.
NEDRY
Ok. Ok. Here.
Nedry pulls an aerosol can out of the baggy crotch of his pants.
NEDRY
Look, this is insulating spray.
CLOSE ON - Nedry sprays a big mound of white foam into his hand,
NEDRY
In about eight hours, spray down all the
eggs with this stuff. It'll keep 'em
warm but not too warm. I hope Baker has
it together with the dock.
BACK ON CRUISERS, REST AREA -
Rain drums down on the cruiser. Timmy stares out at the dark. Lex
stares nervously out the side window. Timmy picks up the night goggles
and snaps them on.
TIMMY
Hey, these thing work great. I can see
in the dark and I can see far.
He swivels away from the T-Rex paddock and looks out toward the ocean.
He reaches up and adjusts the knob.
TIMMY
Hey! I wonder if that boat's still
there? It is. I think they're getting
ready to go.
TIM'S POV - the fluorescent green image of men untying casting lines on
the boat.
Another LIGHTNING FLASH and Lex SCREAMS and covers her face. She cries.
REGIS
Timmy, can you give her the goggles?
Lex clamps her hands over her eyes. Timmy gently nudges her.
TIMMY
Want to look at the boat, Lex?
Timmy hands her the night goggles. Lex dries her eyes and takes a peek
with the goggles toward the ocean.
LEX
Hey, that fat guy's down there. Is he
gonna come get us and take us to Grandpa?
LEX'S POV - the picture streaks but clearly reveals Nedry shouting at
the Captain. Men heave the incubator onto the ship.
LEX
They have one of those things from the
room with all the eggs - you know, where
they help the baby eggs grow up.
TIMMY
You mean an incubator?
GRANT (ON WALKIE)
What's the commotion?
REGIS
Let me see. Give them to men, sweetheart.
TIMMY (TO WALKIE)
Uh, Dr. Grant?
REGIS GRABS the walkie talkie and tries to silence Timmy. He knows he
gets there too late and reluctantly lets Timmy have it back.
TIMMY
We saw that computer guy helping 'em load
an incubator onto the ship.
LEX (TO WALKIE)
Yeah, he's stealing them, Dr. Grant!
He's stealing my Grandpa's eggs!
GRANT (ON WALKIE)
Nedry? With an incubator? Regis??
REGIS (TO WALKIE)
(finally acknowledges)
That's what they saw.
ON GRANT - He looks sharply at Gennaro.
GRANT (TO WALKIE)
We gotta tell Hammond and Arnold right
away. How far is it to the mainland?
ON TIMMY - He looks at Regis.
REGIS (TO WALKIE)
Uh, it's a hundred miles to Puntaremas.
About a sixteen hour voyage in this
weather.
ON GRANT - He fiddles with the radio in his cruiser. No response still.
GRANT
I wouldn't like to see dinosaurs running
around Costa Rica.
GENNARO
When's the damn power coming on?
INT/EXT MULDOON'S JEEP, OTHER BACK ROADS
Muldoon and Ellie drive into the storm. Suddenly, he slams on his
brakes. In front of him, a tree has fallen, completely blocking the
road. Muldoon curses, swerves around, and skids to a stop.
As Muldoon gets out and assesses the situation, Ellie lodges herself
between the tree and the jeep. She pushes the tree with her strong legs
and moves it a good five feet. Quickly, Muldoon and Ellie drag the tree.
As they struggle.
MULDOON
Strong legs.
ELLIE
Lot of track in college.
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