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Forbidden Paradise: Jurassic Park- Part 1
By sithraptor
Forbidden Paradise: Jurassic Park
By Sithraptor!
Based On Characters Created By Michael Crichton
Open on- The Universal Studios Logo. Eerie music plays in the background.
Fade to- The Amblin Entertainment Logo.
Fade to- Blackness. Roll Beginning Credits.
Universal Pictures Presents
An Amblin Entertainment Production
A Frank Marshall Film
Forbidden Paradise: Jurassic Park
End Beginning Credits. As the Main Title fades away, an invisible claw slashes a giant rip in the black screen. The camera dives through the rip, into a bird’s-eye-view of a huge mansion, surrounded by eloquently decorated grounds. John Hammond’s Estate. A caption informs us of the location.
Caption: The Hammond Estate. Summer, 2004.
As the caption disappears, a reporter’s dramatic voice heard from off-camera.
Reporter: (OS) Everyone knows what happened at Jurassic Park.
Cut to- Hammond Mansion – Living Room – Interior. Several people are scattered around one of the mansion’s richly dressed living areas. A very old John Hammond, looking tired and a little irritated, sits propped up on an over-sized couch, his ever-present butler waiting near-by. Meanwhile, several camera men, gaffers, and a reporter named Leslie Bernard from a local news station crowd around a lavish armchair, where a haunted-but-determined man with several scars on his chin and a streak of gray going through his hair sits, apparently preoccupied with his thoughts. This is Jefferson Duke, a middle-aged zoologist, although his eyes seem much older and wiser than his current years. Leslie and the news team are apparently interviewing Duke for their television station. Leslie, whose voice we heard outside only a moment before, continues.
Leslie: Indeed, everyone knows about the horrific accident on Isla Nublar back in June of 1993. John Hammond’s InGen Corporation has been reviewing and debating the incident since in first occurred, and the American public has been enthralled by this tale of primal fury since it first came to light, in the aftermath of the San Diego Incident of 1997. Strange happenings have surrounded the InGen islands since the park’s creation, including a more recent trouble-ridden rescue mission that included Dr. Alan Grant, a survivor of the 1993 incident. Yes, we all know about the escaped dinosaurs on Isla Nublar, the chaos, destruction, the death. However, what many do not know is what happened to the various workers and scientists on Isla Sorna, John Hammond’s factory floor, while the actual theme park itself on the other island fell into ruin. Indeed, while Dr. Grant, Dr. Ian Malcolm and many others were being chased around Jurassic Park, another series of completely unrelated incidents rocked the facilities on Site B, resulting in more than a dozen deaths and releasing the prehistoric animals into the wilds of the Costa Rican island. Sitting with me here today are two very special guests for our program. We are pleased to have Mr. John Hammond, the founder of the now bankrupt InGen Bioengineering firm, and Mr. Jefferson Duke, a survivor of the first accident at Isla Sorna. Gentlemen, welcome to the show.
Hammond: Thank you.
Duke: This is a story that needs to be told. It has remained hidden and buried for far too long.
This gets Duke a sharp glance from Hammond, but Leslie keeps right on going.
Leslie: I agree completely, Mr. Duke. That’s why we’re here.
Hammond: Well, as you know, Site B on Isla Sorna was our production facility, our assembly line and research area and all that. We raised the animals there, and then shipped them over to the park. Quite a reasonable process, quite wonderful. In fact, it worked splendidly.
Duke: Oh, yes. It worked splendidly. Until those tropical storms and Hurricane Clarissa engulfed the island, and those beasts of yours got out and - -
Hammond: (Interrupting, raising his voice) They’re not beasts, they’re animals, and if you - -
Duke: (Interrupting, shouting over Hammond) John, if you think for one minute I’m going to let you sugar-coat this whole story, then why don’t you just - -
Hammond: (Interrupting) Now, see here, you can’t - -
Leslie yells, and interrupts both of them.
Leslie: GENTLEMEN! Gentlemen! There’s no reason to become hostile over this.
Both men settle down, although they occasionally still shoot dark glances at each other. It evident that Hammond and Duke have no great love for each other.
Leslie CONT’D: Now, Mr. Duke. Why don’t you tell us your side of the story?
The camera slowly zooms in on Duke, as he begins his tale.
Duke: I was a zoologist on Site B while Jurassic Park was being constructed. I studied and cared for the animals there. In June, we were informed that Ian Malcolm, Alan Grant, and the rest of them were going to be touring the park, as a group of potential investors. We all know how that turned out. The chief executives at InGen didn’t tell us about the horrible accident on Isla Nubar at first, they were still buried under legal issues and cover-up plots. However, little were we to suspect that those of us still on Site B would soon be facing horrors of our very own.
As he begins his story for the reporter, we fade from Duke’s face, lost in thought, to the heaving Pacific Ocean, waves rising and turning, the sea violent and churning as rain comes cascading down. The night turns the sky an impenetrable pitch black. Suddenly, a small, army green helicopter appears out of the dark sky. Pan with the chopper to reveal a majestic island in the distance, its peaks and mountains illuminated by lightning and the helicopter’s searchlights. A caption appears.
Caption: Site B. 12 Hours After The Incident on Isla Nublar.
The helicopter is clearly searching for something in the water, its spotlights sweeping over the ocean’s surface. On the chopper’s side, we can clearly see the InGen logo.
Cut to- InGen Helicopter – Interior. Up in the cockpit of the chopper, an InGen Park Ranger named Toby Williams pilots the helicopter. In the copilot seat, looking skittish and very much afraid, is Dr. Richard Levine. Levine is a stocky man in his mid-thirties, and is the Chief Paleontologist for Site B. Toby calls back to the passenger compartment.
Toby: Hey, Mike! See anything yet?
In the passenger section, another ranger named Mike Butler leans in from the open door, and shouts back at Toby.
Mike: No! Nothing yet! How long have we been up here, anyway?
Toby: About an hour-and-a-half!
Levine: (mumbling to himself) Oh, it feels like we’ve been here longer than that!
Mike: I still haven’t found any sign of it!
Toby: Well, no matter how long we’ve been up here, we running low on fuel, and we have nothing to show for our efforts tonight. I say we give it five more minutes, then head back in and try again tomorrow.
Mike: Copy that.
Levine: (To Toby) Wait, we can’t do that! That thing’s a fast swimmer, if we wait until tomorrow it may be miles away!
Toby: I’m sorry, Dr. Levine. But I have to worry about our safety. Like I say, we’re running low on fuel. Besides, if this storm gets any worse, it might snap off one of the rotors.
Levine relents, scared shitless by the violent weather.
Levine: Okay! We’ll go back! But Mr. Hammond isn’t gonna’ like this!
Toby: (laughing) That old fart Hammond doesn’t like anything!
Mike: I hear that!
As Mike leans out the door, his laughter is halted when sees something just below the surface, disturbing the water.
Mike CONT’D: Hold on a sec! Williams, can you swing a spotlight over to the port side! Over here, right below the door! There, stop!
As the light illuminates the ocean, Mike can make out the back of a strange and awesome creature. Whatever it is, it’s from a distant time.
Mike: I think I’ve got it!
Levine: What does it look like? Is it dark green?!
Mike: Dark green, with a bunch of little knobs running all along its back.
Levine: That’s it!
Mike: Look’s like it’s show time, folks!
With that, Mike turns around and grabs an assortment of scuba equipment from it’s a stack of cases. He slips on gloves and flippers, and puts a breathing tube in his mouth.
Levine: (To Toby) Are you sure it’s safe for him to be going in there?
Toby: Relax Dr. Levine, Mike’s done this kind of thing tons of times. No problem.
Levine: But how many times has he made a dive with a fourteen-foot prehistoric predator in the water?
Toby: He’s taking the harpoon gun!
Levine: Yes, but the Mosasaur can lunge at its prey so quickly that the reaction time is less than three seconds. If that thing goes for Mike’s head, he won’t even have time to aim the gun.
Toby stares at Levine, shaken. Mike yells from the door.
Mike: Hey, Williams! I’m ready.
Toby doesn’t answer.
Mike CONT’D: I said I’m ready.
Toby: Okay, Mike. Go for it.
Levine: (To Toby) But he could be killed.
Toby: He knows the risks. This is just a chance we’ll have to take. (To Mike, as he lowers the helicopter’s yolk) I’m taking her down now, Mike.
As the chopper descends, flying just over the water, Mike adjusts his breathing apparatus, then picks up a bulky harpoon gun. He attaches the side of the harpoon to a winch, with a coil of line ready to go. This is a unique device that attaches the harpoon in Mike’s gun to the winch inside the chopper. Toby yells from the cockpit.
Toby: Get ready to jump, Mike…now!
Mike leaps out of the hovering helicopter, the harpoon gun trailing the line from inside the chopper. The helicopter rises high into the air.
Cut to- Ocean – Underwater. Mike looks around as the bubbles clear away from him after his jump. He hefts the gun in one hand, and in the other he swims around scanning for the Mosasaur. He can’t see the beast anywhere, peering into the gloom. Even though the water under the surface is not disturbed by the violent storm above, the darkness makes it hard to see. Suddenly, Mike senses something out of the corner of his eye, a flash of scaly flipper. He spins around, but there’s nothing. Then, he feels the water moving as something immense heads directly for him from behind. Mike turns, only to come face to face with the Mosasaur, all sharp teeth and gapping jaws. The prehistoric marine reptile buts Mike with his snout, flinging the panicked park ranger. The creature snaps at Mike leg, nicking the flesh. Mike yells in pain, sending a trail of bubbles to the surface. The Mosasaur swims a few feet away, preparing for another pass. But before the huge animal can attack, Mike lifts the harpoon gun and shoots the Mosasaur dead center! A large netted harness shoots out of the harpoon and covers the creature, which thrashes in rage. Then, Mike loads a second projectile, and shoots the Mosasaur with a yellow tranquilizer. The creature almost immediately goes motionless. Mike smiles, and kicks for the surface.
Cut to- Ocean – Surface. Mike emerges from the water, and gives the thumbs-up gesture to the helicopter. In the cockpit, Toby and Levine see Mike.
Levine: (pointing excitedly) There he is! There’s Mike!
Toby: Okay. Let’s wheel them in.
Toby hits a switch, and the winch in the back of the chopper starts. The harpoon’s net, with the Mosasaur still inside, breaks the surface of the water and is pulled up into the air, towards the chopper. As it passes him, Mike grabs the line, and he is pulled up beside the Mosasaur. The giant reptile and the human ranger, tiny in comparison, are pulled safely into the helicopter. After quickly securing the Mosasaur to the floor, Mike yells to Toby.
Mike: It’s okay, let’s go!
Toby: You all right there, buddy?
Mike: I’m a little scratched, but I’ll be fine. Just get us back to land.
Toby: You got it.
Levine laughs as the chopper pulls away.
Cut to- InGen Helicopter – Exterior. The chopper moves away, cutting through the storm towards the waiting island below.
Cut to- Isla Sorna – Exterior. We pan with the chopper as it hums over the forests. After a few moments, the trees under the helicopter drop away, revealing a giant complex of cars, tents, and computers, with a towering, foreboding building in the center of the camp. This is the Site B Laboratory Complex.
Cut to- Lab Complex – Exterior. The chopper lands in the complex, and Mike jumps out. Several workers pull in a large water-filled tank on wheels and more workers scamper into the helicopter, preparing to move the Mosasaur into the mobile tank. There to supervise the men as they transport the creature is Island Game Warden Curtis Turner. Turner is a rough, sarcastic man in his late forty’s from South Africa, with a prominent British accent. He shouts to the men as they lift the Mosasaur from the helicopter and gently place it in the tank, using large staffs with loops at the ends to carry it.
Turner: That’s it! Easy, now! Slowly, slowly. Easy does it!
Meanwhile, as Levine clambers out the chopper, Tom Parish, a young veterinarian, greets him.
Parish: What’s its condition?
Levine: Stable. We hit it with enough tranquilizer formula to put down a rhino, so it should be out through the night.
As the workers lower the Mosasaur into the tank with long ropes, it suddenly squirms, lashes out and snaps, sending a couple of workers ducking for cover, before settling down again. Parish looks at Levine.
Parish: Let’s hope so.
Duke: (OS) We’ll deal with it.
Parish and Levine turn as a younger Jefferson Duke, now in his thirties, approaches, carrying notes and a clipboard. Duke looks sturdier, stronger now in his young age.
Parish: Ah, Jefferson. You’re just in time for the piece de resistance of our little operation. Curtis and I are off to transfer the Mosasaur into its new observation tank inside the lab. Care to watch?
Duke: No thanks, I’ve got to get to bed early. What are you observing it for?
Parish: We’re curious to see how it keeps escaping. We’re not taking any more chances.
Duke: I understand. Well, first thing tomorrow Lillian and I will come in and check up on it, make sure nothing happened to it while it was in the great big sea and all that. It should be fine though, that’s one tough dinosaur we’ve got there.
Levine: Oh, come on, Duke. You know as well as anyone that there were no swimming dinosaurs! Mosasaur is a prehistoric marine reptile, a relative of the dinosaurs, certainly, and it lived during the same time period, but that’s - -
Duke: (Interrupting sarcastically) That’s, that’s great, Levine. But I can’t deal with paleontological lectures this late at night. I’m off to get some sleep. Goodnight, guys.
Parish: ‘Night.
Duke turns and begins to walk away.
Levine: Duke!
Duke turns around.
Levine: (OS) Don’t act so flip on the matter. It helps to know what you’re dealing with. One minute in the water with the Mosasaur and you could be a dead man.
Duke: That’s why I never plan to be in water with the Mosasaur, Dr. Levine. Goodnight.
Duke walks away. Push in on Levine’s concerned face.
Fade to- Isla Sorna – Exterior – Dawn. The sun shines through the trees, mist from last night's storm still hugging the ground. Distant bellows from unseen dinosaurs can be heard.
Fade to- Isla Sorna – Forest. The rising sun reflects off a babbling brook. A Corythosaurus head enters frame, and the peaceful herbivore drinks from the running water. Pull back to reveal the creature perched on the bank, lapping up the fresh water.
Fade to- Field – Exterior. A heard of Brachiosaurs graze on trees scattered through out the field, completely content. This whole montage of morning on Isla Sorna is very peaceful and relaxed.
Fade to- Raptor Center – Exterior. The Raptor Center is a large, high security facility, about twice the size of the Raptor Paddock on Isla Nublar. Currently, Curtis Turner and a group of park rangers are lowering a cow in a sling into the Raptor Center cages, feeding the veracious predators. Loud snarls and screeches can be heard from the Raptors inside. Turner turns to a Hispanic ranger named Jose Vercoso.
Turner: Make sure that none of the workers are close to the raptor cages this time.
Jose: Right, Mr. Turner.
A jeep pulls into the clearing. Tom Parish drives the car, while Duke is riding shotgun. Turner to them as they drive up.
Duke: Hello, Turner.
Parish: Hey, Turner.
Turner: Hello Dr. Duke, Dr. Parish.
Duke: Feeding the raptors?
Turner: Just giving them breakfast.
Just as the words come out of his mouth, a loud chorus of snarls emits from the raptors, and sprays of cow blood squirt out of the heavy foliage in the dinosaurs’ cages. Parish looks a little sick.
Turner CONT’D: We’re hoping this’ll calm them down. They’ve been acting funny all night. Agitated pacing, anxious barking, continuous attacks of the electric fences. It’s all something strange. Levine’s been on my ass about it.
Duke: Ah, Levine. Don’t even get me started about Levine. He’s such a prick. Last night he was bothering me about the Mosasaur escaping again. This is the third time it’s broken through the fencing in the river and has gotten out into the ocean. So Levine says I’m flip and I don’t know what I’m dealing with, and the Mosasaur is going to eat me and everything. Oh yeah, Dr. Levine?! Well, I know that Mosasaur is scaly, and is swims in the water, and it has rows of sharp teeth, and I’m really glad that we were able to bring it back. Because if that thing had escaped…some unlucky swimmer vacationing in Costa Rica would have gotten the surprise of his life. And most likely the last surprise of his life. And then we would have to worry about a lot more then my getting myself killed because I’m too flip, or whatever. So personally, I think I know exactly what I’m dealing with.
Parish and Turner are taken aback by Duke’s sudden outburst. Duke smiles, sheepishly.
Duke CONT’D: Sorry, guys. I didn’t mean to yell. It’s just that, Levine gets under my skin, that’s all.
Turner: He is a pompous bastard.
Parish: He’s a rich snob is what he is. He inherited the Becky Doll Corporation. You know Becky dolls?
Duke: No.
Parish: Well, every little girl in American does. It’s just about the biggest thing since Barbie.
Turner: We’re glad you have such a vested interest in girl’s dolls, Parish.
Duke laughs. Parish is embarrassed.
Parish: I, ah…well, I ah…
Turner: Just joking.
Duke: Yeah, we’re just teasing ya, Parish. See you around, Turner.
Turner: See ya.
With that, Parish steps on the gas peddle, and the cars moves off into the jungle. Turner looks back at the Raptor Center, where the bloody and torn sling, with some cow guts hanging off, is raised from the cages. A raptor snarls loudly.
Turner CONT’D: (loudly) I’ll have to try my steak that rare some time.
Several of the workers laugh.
Cut to- Lab Complex – Exterior. Parish’s jeep drives up, and parks on the jungle road. Duke climbs out, and gives Parish the thumbs-up.
Duke: See you later.
Parish: Yep.
Parish drives away, and Duke crosses the long field for the lab.
Cut to- Lab Complex – Observation Center – Interior. Duke is hunched over, scribbling notes on a clipboard he holds to his knee, leaning on the railing around a large tank, where the mosasaur circles ominously. The tank is two stories high. While Duke is in the top level, the actual tank can be seen from the two levels below. As he continues his notes, a young, attractive zoologist enters the room behind him. This is Lillian Connors, a thirty-something scientist with a playful glint in her eye. She quietly sneaks up behind Duke, and grabs his shoulders, startling him.
Lillian: Don’t fall in!
Duke: Ah! Lillian, you scared me! Jesus! Don’t do that again.
Lillian: Sorry. Let’s start over. So, Dr. Duke, how did you sleep?
Duke: Horribly. This prehistoric pain-in-the-ass is giving us a run for a money. Did you know that this thing actually managed to chew it’s way out of the river paddock last night?
Lillian: Again? That’s the second time this month.
Duke: Right. Steinberg thinks that it has to do with shark migration; apparently the mosasaur can sense groups of sharks passing by its paddock, and it wants to defend it’s territory. That’s what he says anyway. Personally, I think our large friend is just tried of being locked up.
Lillian: Is it sedated?
Duke: Yeah. The drugs from last night are still in effect. They shouldn’t ware off for another three hours or so.
Lillian: Good. Dr. Levine and I want to run some tests on it this afternoon, before putting it back into the river paddock.
Duke: Hmm. You know, Lillian, the construction crews are almost done building that new restaurant up on the north side of the island.
Lillian: Oh, yeah? That new place that Ludlow is all excited about?
Duke: Yeah, that’s the one. I hear they’re building it mostly for inspectors once they start visiting the island, but...well, Ludlow did invite all the senior staff to go try it out. I was wondering, if you’re free for lunch, maybe we could...you know...
Lillian: Jeff, that’s sweet, but we’ve talked about this before. You know how I feel about getting into a relationship with one of my coworkers.
Duke: But it wouldn’t have to be like that. We wouldn’t have to have some sort of obsessive, impulsive romance that would totally screw everything up. We all ready spend a lot of time together, and I like you, and you like me, so...
Lillian: I’m sorry, but it just wouldn’t work out. There have been tests that have scientifically proven the fact that romantic relationships in the workplace create stressful environments and strain relations between peers. I appreciate the sentiment, Jeff, I really do. It’s just that neither of us need something else distracting us or cluttering up our lives right now.
Duke: Well maybe when he finally move on...when we leave the island, the two of us can go spend some time on a nice tropical beach in Costa Rica or something.
Lillian: Leave Jurassic Park? Why would we do that? It’s the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen.
Duke: Hey, just throwing out ideas here.
Lillian: (smiling) You never give up, do you?
Duke: I’m afraid not.
Suddenly, Parish’s voice crackles through Lillian’s radio.
Parish: (VO) Parish to Dr. Connors, Parish to Dr. Connors. Pick up, Lillian.
Lillian: (into radio) What’s up?
Parish: (VO) We need you over at the command center, Doctor. One of the ankylosaurs has come down with a cold, and I need your help is sedating it before we can treat it.
Lillian: (into radio) All right, I’ll be there in ten minutes. Over and out.
Lillian pockets her radio, and heads for the door.
Lillian: I’ll talk to later, Jefferson.
Duke: You can count on it.
5/10/2003 12:49:40 PM
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