Jurassic Park 3

1 EXT. PACIFIC OCEAN – DAY1

A speedboat cuts swiftly through the ocean swells beneath the

looming cliffs of ISLA SORNA.

2 EXT. BOAT - DAY 2

Illegal Costa Rican parasail operator ENRIQUE CARDOSO helps

Americans BEN HILDEBRAND and twelve-year-old ERIC KIRVY --

already wearing life-vests -- strap themselves into a two-

person PARASAIL HARNESS.

3 EXT. BOAT - DAY 3

Ben and Eric clamber onto a makeshift PLATFORM that hangs over

the back of the board. Dangling from Ben's neck is a CAMCORDER.

BEN:

You make sure to get us as close as you can,

okay? If it's a good trip, I'll give you a

little extra.

ENRIQUE:

Don't worry. I take you close. But not too

close.

(rubbing Eric's head)

You don't want them to eat you.

Enrique heads toward the driver's seat and a large SECOND-HAND

WINCH bolted to the deck.

ENRIQUE (CONT'D)

Ready, amigos?

Ben and Eric nod excitedly and give the thumbs up. Ben lifts the

camcorder to the record the action.

Enrique jams the down the throttle down, and with a loud RAOR, the

speedboat shoots forward. Soon the boat is whipping across the

rolling ocean.

Strapped together, Ben and Eric lean back over the passing

water, intently watching for Enrique's signal.

As the boat picks up speed, Enrique eyes the speedometer.

Ben grabs the end of the RIPCORD attached to the harness. He and

Eric braces themselves.

Enrique finally signals with a pulling motion. He pulls

the winch, Ben yanks the cord and -

WOOOSH! A brightly colored PARASAIL blossoms behind the boat,

hoisting Ben and Eric aloft. In a big BLOCK LETTERS on the

parasail is stitched "DINO-SOAR."

THE TOWNLINE unsold rapidly from its enormous reel.

BEN AND ERIC climb higher and higher.

ENRIQUE keeps an eye on the clients. When they reach a certain

height, he LOCKS OFF the reel.

High overhead, Ben and Eric are floating in wonderful, quiet

splendor. The motor of the boat now sounds strangely distant.

Down below, the boat enters a think blanket of FOG.

Eric points excitedly at the islands as Ben films him with the

camera.

Then, a sudden TUG on the thing line cause Ben to drop the camera,

which now dangles from his neck.

ERIC:

What was that?

A second tug...and now the faintest of screams.

Ben and Eric look down to find that the boat has disappeared

into the low bank of FOG.

By the time the boat emerges on the far side of the mist...THEIR

IS NO SIGN OF ENRIQUE. The deck is splattered with blood.

As Ben considers the driverless boat...

ERIC (CONT'D)

Ben!

Ben glances over at Eric, staring in horror at something

below. Following his gaze, Ben finds that their boat is only

moments away from crashing into A LARGE REEF.

Sticking out of the water, the imposing reef is being battered

by waves.

AS THE BOAT SMASHES INTO THE REEF, it splinters into a

number of pieces.

A panicked Ben turns to Eric.

BEN:

Unclip your line!

Eric and Ben frantically unclip their lines. Catching an

updraft, the parasailers float upward.

A strong wind sends them wafting over the daunting cliffs

of ISLA SORNA...

4 EXT. SUBURBAN BACKYARD - DAY 4

TWO PLASTIC DINOSAURS enter the frame and do battle accompanied

by a child's ferocious sounds.

CHILD (O.S.)

RRRRROW! GRRRRRR!

WINDER TO REVEAL -

CHARLIE, a three-year old boy, plays in a sandbox with his

favorite toy dinosaurs. ALAN GRANT squats next to him and

watches with great delight.

ELLIE SATLER stands over them, an INFANT in her arms -- a

picture of the perfect family.

GRANT:

Oh, actually, Charlie, those two are

herbivores. They wouldn't be interested in

fighting each other. But these...

(picking up two other dinosaurs)

See, these are carnivores. And this one here

-- see its claws -- this one here uses its

claws to gouge at the throat of its opponent…

As Grant demonstrates with some GRUNT and GROANS of his

own, he only succeeds in frightening the boy.

ELLIE:

(interrupting)

Uh, Alan?

GRANT:

Hmm?

ELLIE:

He's three. Why don't you wait till he's a

little older?

GRANT:

Oh, right.

(back to Charlie)

Happy dinosaurs.

He bounces them along the sandbox edge.

Then, the sound of a CAR ENGINE turning off and a door

SLAMMING is heard.

ELLIE:

That must be Mark.

(calling out)

Mark, we’re back here!

Ellie and Grant turn to see --

MARK DEGLER coming through the gate carrying a briefcase. He's their age, handsome but not annoyingly so, with a friendly,

balance demeanor.

He and Ellie kiss tenderly on the lips.

ELLIE (CONT'D)

Good day?

MARK:

Keeping the world safe.

(re:
baby)

Here, let me take her.

Ellie hands off the baby.

ELLIE:

Mark, this is Alan Grant.

MARK:

Nice to meet you, Alan. I've heard a lot about

you.

The two men shake hands, and we now realize it is Grant

who is the stranger in this household. Little Charlie runs to

his father, showing his dinosaur.

CHARLIE:

Daddy, this is a herbabore.

Grant smiles uncomfortably, a third wheel.

5 INT. DINING ROOM - NIGHT 5

WINDEN to a PARROT in a large cage. Grant is teasing

the bird with a cookie, holding a it just out of reach.

GRANT:

What's my name? Come on, Jack, say it. Is my

name Alan? Say my name.

The bird doesn't respond.

GRANT (CONT'D)

He used to know me.

ELLIE:

Sorry, Alan it's been six years.

Grant shrugs, gives Jack the cookie, and heads towards the table.

The three adults are finishing their dessert and coffee. The

The children have been out to bed.

An awkward moment of silence. Uncomfortable smiles. Then --

MARK:

More coffee?

ELLIE:

(relived)

Yes. Great.

Mark stands and collects their cups.

ELLIE (CONT'D)

So, Mark's working at the State Department

now.

GRANT:

Really?

(To Mark)

What do you do there?

MARK:

(with mock bravado)

I could tell you about it, but than I'd have to

kill you.

GRANT:

Indeed.

Mark smiles, nodding. Then he goes into the kitchen. Another

uncomfortable silence.

ELLIE:

So what are you working on now?

GRANT:

We have a new site in Montana. At least until

the money runs out.

ELLIE:

Anything good?

GRANT:

Raptors, mostly.

ELLIE:

My favorite.

Grant leans forward, realizing Ellie's one of the few people he

can talk to about this.

GRANT:

You remember the sounds they made?

ELLIE:

I try not to.

GRANT:

We've done cranial scans, and raptors

actually had a quite sophisticated

resonating chamber. I have a theory that

their ability to vocalize is the key to their

social intelligence. The way they can work

together as a team.

ELLIE:

You think they could talk to each other?

GRANT:

To a degree we never imagined.

And from the cage in the corner of the room...

JACK:

Bullshit!

Both look back at the parrot. ELLIE smiles.

ELLIE:

You taught him that.

6 EXT. SUBURBAN STREET - NIGHT 6

Ellie and Grant head toward the rental car parked in the

driveway.

ELLIE:

Good luck with the fund raising.

GRANT:

It was never easy, but before Jurassic Park,

you could find money. Somewhere. Now fossils

are out. Everyone wants to see a real live

dinosaur.

ELLIE:

Times change Alan. But you're the still the

best. I mean that.

GRANT:

The last of my breed.

A long moment passes between them as both consider where

they've ended up.

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