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Ïàðê Þðñêîãî ïåðèîäà I/ Jurassic Park I

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.

BACK ON CRUISERS, REST AREA -

IN THE FIRST CAR, Regis drums his fingers on the dashboard. Timmy wears his goggles and stares into the rain. Lex shifts her body around, trying to get comfortable to rest.

LEX I'm hungry. When can we get going?

REGIS When the electricity comes back on, honey. These cars run on electric cables buried in the road.

IN THE SECOND CAR, Grant tries the radio to no avail. Gennaro smokes. Grant looks forward toward the first cruiser. He can barely make out the car in the dark and rain. Occasionally, LIGHTNING reveals all.

TIMMY PULLS GUM out of his pocket. Feels a tiny shake, looks around. He puts it in his mouth, chewing quietly. SUDDENLY, the whole car VIBRATES. Regis' sunglasses jump off the dashboard and fall to the floor. The kids look at him.

REGIS Must be turning on the electricity.

Lex sits up, looks around groggily.

LEX Feels like a vibration.

INT T-REX PADDOCK - NIGHT

The T-Rex's huge hind feet crash down, one large foot following after the other in long, powerful strides.

BACK ON CRUISERS, REST AREA - FIRST CRUISER

There is a thud, and then a THUD, and then a THUD. Tim and Lex share a frightened look. Now the thud grows LOUDER. There is a CRASHING SOUND, the whole cruiser SHAKES. Then silence. Then another SHAKE.

CAMERA PUSHES IN TILL CLOSE - Timmy stares out with his night goggles.

TIM'S NIGHTSCOPE POV IN CLOSE - T-Rex paws rest on the electric fence.

Tim takes off his goggles, stares, transfixed. Regis picks them up.

EXTREME CLOSEUP - of muscular forepaws with pebbled, grainy skin and thick, curved nails comfortably gripping a thick wire strand.

The T-Rex moves his body forward of the brush, pushes against the fence.

IN THE SECOND CRUISER -

Grant and Gennaro stare out, unseeing in the rain and darkness.

CLOSE ON LEX -

Tears roll down her cheek. She cries silently with an unknown fear. Regis pulls the goggles from his eyes, starts to gag, checks it.

REGIS Jesus Christ.

LEX Bad language.

REGIS Jesus Christ. The fence isn't electrified.

LEX Is that bad?

Regis turns, looks out the side window, away from the T-Rex.

Regis is shaking uncontrollably. Suddenly he throws open his door and bolts off into the rain, leaving the door open. No move from the Rex.

Regis races by the second cruiser. Grant stares out at him.

TIM Mr. Regis! Mr. Regis, where are you going?

LEX He just left us. He just left us all alone. Timmy, Timmy how could he do that? We're all alone! We're all alone!

FLASH OF LIGHTNING. FLASH. The Rex butts his head.

TIM'S POV - The fence bangs down on top of his cruiser.

Timmy and Lex recoil from the scrape of the wire mesh against the car.

IN THE SECOND CRUISER -

GRANT AND GENNARO'S POV - through the almost obscuring rain they see the fallen fence. An unseen weight pulls on it further, causing its electric wire to pop like over-tuned guitar strings.

TIMMY REACHES -

out into the rain for the open door handle.

Another LIGHTNING FLASH and the creature is revealed standing between the two cruisers, atop the crushed fence. His head turns back and forth, he's deciding on his prey. Grant and Gennaro or Tim and Lex?

Timmy slams the door shut. He looks directly at the Rex, just a few feet away. The Rex turns to him, stares back.

Lex SCREAMS and Timmy claps a hand over her mouth.

There is a whisper over Tim's walkie-talkie.

GRANT (ON WALKIE) Timmy, be quiet. Don't move.

BACK ON GRANT -

He snaps off the walkie-talkie.

HIS POV - The rain runs in rivulets down the pebbled skin of the muscular hind legs. The animal's head is out-of-view, above the rooftops of the cars. The Rex lifts its huge hind leg.

GENNARO Holy shit! Any suggestions what we do now?

GRANT Can't think of a thing.

The T-Rex slowly circles Grant's cruiser.

BACK ON TIM -

He watches the beast move.

BACK ON GRANT AND GENNARO -

As they twist and turn, trying to find a circling Rex in dark and rain. The Rex pauses right next to Gennaro's window. He lowers his head, looking for movement inside.

CLOSE ON - the beady, expressionless reptilian eye moving in the socket.

Grant whispers, hardly moving his lips.

GRANT Don't move.

Gennaro's leg trembles uncontrollably.

IN THE FIRST CRUISER -

Very frightened, Lex discovers a flashlight. She flicks it on and off, distracting herself. The beam shows her eyes full of a quiet panic.

LEX It's too, too dark out there.

Tim waves his hands in caution.

BACK ON GRANT, GENNARO, AND THE REX -

The Rex bends down, bumps the windshield with his nose. Just stays there, breathing heavily. In the distance, the flashlight goes on again. The Rex raises his head suddenly. Grant grabs his walkie.

GRANT (TO THE WALKIE) Shut that flashlight, Tim!

As the Rex heads off, a casual swipe of his tail SMASHES the side of the cruiser, throwing Grant and Gennaro across the inside of the car.

ON TIM -

He lunges for the flashlight. Lex dodges him, keeps it lit.

LEX No, it's mine. Please, I need it.

Tim looks up through the sun roof. The massive head of the Tyrannosaurus Rex appears. Tim watches, transfixed. Lex looks up. Irrational with terror, she aims her flashlight like a gun. Blasts him. Her flashlight beam cuts through the dark and rain - she sees the beast plainly for the first time and SCREAMS!

The POOL OF LIGHT bathes the Rex's face. He smashes his head down onto the Plexiglass bubble. It crunches, and falls into the car, crushing the children. Tim uses his feet to push it to the side.

Above, the Rex displays is gaping maw, drooling toward the opening.

GRANT -

watches the Rex raise his mighty head again, above the kids' cruiser.

TIMMY AND LEX -

have a half-instant of relief. Then SLAM. The Rex butts his head against the cruiser. The Rex comes back down, tries to discover his prey inside the cruiser. Pushes his head close to the glass, looking.

The dinosaur stands in front of the cruiser, his whole chest heaving, his forelimbs pawing the air.

Timmy whispers to Lex.

TIMMY Are you ok? Be quiet and don't move.

Lex barely nods and grabs Timmy's hand.

The Tyrannosaur places his head next to the car. He begins to shove the cruiser with his head. The cruiser ROCKS. The back window bursts, shards go flying.

Inside, the kids are THROWN back and forth, SHOVED against each other, and finally FLUNG against the top of the car as the cruiser FLIPS.

The whole world TILTS CRAZILY - trunks of palm trees slide by, the ground above, the blazing eye of the rex, the tops of palm trees.

The cruiser SLAMS DOWN on its side, the windows splat in the mud. Lex falls helplessly against the side window and lies motionless. Timmy falls beside her, banging his head. He reaches for Lex.

TIMMY (softly) Lex? Lex?

SILENCE. No movement from Lex.

THE ANIMAL toys with the cruiser. Like a dog with its bone, the dinosaur pushes the cruiser along with his head. He pushes it past the picnic tables toward the ripped fence and the embankment. Each shove sends the children flying again.

The cruiser is pushes closer and closer to the unprotected embankment. The cruiser slams to a stop completely upside-down. The T-Rex steps right on the cruiser, crushing the roof against the ground.

INSIDE - the children crawl for their lives as the car crushes further down from above and a tidal wave of mud oozes in from the sides.

THE REX - gnaws at the car, grabs a tire with his teeth, It ruptures with a pitiful pop. The Rex grabs at the axle with his teeth, begins to drag the car back. THe kids, half-outside, are pulled with the car.

GRANT DANCES -

with a flare! The Rex is distracted.

CLOSE ON - the Rex as he ROARS. The flare gleams in his eyes.

The Rex starts toward Grant. He tosses the flare over the half-standing part of the fence. The Rex lunges after the flare.

GENNARO has reached his limit. Terrorized, he leaps out and SCREAMS:

GENNARO Extinct animals should stay extinct!

He bolts. The Rex sees him and starts after him, THUNDERING by Grant, who stays frozen in place.

Gennaro sprints for his life. He's not even a distant match for the T- Rex jogging behind him.

Gennaro dives into the LADIES ROOM.

INSIDE - he slams the door and shoves the trashcan against the door. POUNDING FOOTSTEPS APPROACH! Gennaro backs up into one of the stalls. LOUDER POUNDING, THE WALLS BEGIN TO VIBRATE! Gennaro assumes a 'tuck' position.

ON THE INTERIOR DOOR - The Rex smashes right through the steel-clad door. Pieces go flying.

Gennaro hides amidst the wreckage as the Rex sniffs around.

GRANT RUNS BACK -

to check on the kids. He reaches a hand underneath the flipped car, sitting in the mud. Lex's soft voice can be heard.

LEX (OFF) Dr. Grant!

Grant fishes under, finds Lex's hand, drags her out. He quickly checks her for broken bones.

GRANT Lex, are you okay?

LEX Timmy's unconscious, he won't move.

Lex SCREAMS. Grant turns to see the Rex return. He squeezes Lex tight. The animal goes right past them, back to his toy - Tim's land cruiser!

The Rex BELLOWS a huge cry. Timmy awakens and sees the Rex above him. He SCREAMS.

Lex, squeezed in Grant's arms, sees her imperiled brother.

LEX Timmy!

The Tyrannosaur looks up, GROWLS across the upside-down cruiser, opens its huge jaws menacingly, all the time staring at Grant and Lex.

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