Jurassic Park 3 Page #10

He gently drops the bag to the ground. Although the raptors are

interested, pulling out the unbroken egg, they're still by no means

placated. The song may have changed, but they still want Grant

dead.

They begin to jump at him, eventually, hopping up on each

other’s backs. It's only a matter of time till they reach him.

Grant moves to climb higher, but sees no branches he can reach.

And than he hears the low CREAKING. A CRACK. The branch he's

on is starting to give in.

He looks down at the face of his enemies, knowing he'll be

their next meal. And then,

A SMALL CANISTER

lands at the base of the trees, immediately SPRAYING out a thick

cloud of oily fog. It's the first of

FIVE CANISTERS:

that land in the area, creating a thick cloud. It's not just

smoke though something far more caustic.

As it hits the raptors they immediately recoil, those closest

to the canisters SHRIEKING in pain. Tumbling in the dirt.

There may be a pheremonal element to the mist as well -- they

seem panicked, disoriented.

Pack mentality takes over, and after the first ten raptors take

off running, so do the rest, some tripping over their feet

blindly.

This may be dino-tear gas, but it's not good for humans either.

Up in the tree, Grant's eyes immediately burn from the vapor

He squints to see through the fog, where he spots

A HUMAN SHAPE:

at the edge of the smoke

VOICE:

Come on! They'll be back!

Grant half-climbs, half-falls out of the tree, rushing to get

through the heaviest of the smoke.

A SMALL DIRTY HAND

grabs his, pulling him along.

69CEXT. JUNGLE - LATE DAY69C

Eyes swollen from the gas. Grant stumbles, barely able to see as

the other person pulls him along. It's only now we can identify

his rescuer as

ERIC KIRBY,

the boy he was brought to rescue. A lot has changed in the last

eight weeks. It's not just dirt and muck -- he's the filthiest

child you've ever seen -- something primal has come out in him.

Something wild.

69DEXT. INGEN COMPOUND - TWILIGHT69D

On the far side of the tipped over vehicle, Eric pulls open a

hatch -- his hiding place. The door opens part way.

Eric motions for Grant to follow.

69EINT. INSIDE THE BUNKER - TWILIGHT69E

Squeezing in sideways -- it's very tight fit -- Grant finds

himself in a space no bigger than the inside of a Datsun. lit by

a small battery-powered lantern. This is where Eric has been

hiding.

The minute Grant's inside, Eric goes back to work re-sealing

the door. This 13-year old boy has become astonishingly

efficient at staying alive.

GRANT:

Eric...

The boy holds up a hand. He listens for a moment. He doesn't

hear anything outside.

GRANT (CONT'D)

Eric, your parents are both here.

ERIC:

In Costa Rica?

GRANT:

On the island.

Eric truly can't believe it. He hoped to be rescued but...

ERIC:

They'll never make it. I mean, they can't

manage when the cable goes out.

GRANT:

You'd be surprised what people can do when

they have too.

Eric studies his guest, finally certain he recognizes him.

ERIC:

You're Alan Grant, aren't you?

(off surprised reaction)

I read both of your books.

GRANT:

Which one do you prefer?

ERIC:

The first one. Before you where on the island.

You liked dinosaurs back then.

GRANT:

Back then, they hadn't tried to eat me.

Grant takes a better look around Eric's tiny hideaway,

impressed with what he's been able to scavenge. Among the many

items we see another smoke canister, some battery-powered

lanterns and lots of candy wrappers. This kid's been living on

chocolate for weeks.

ERIC:

When InGen cleared out, they left a lot of

stuff behind.

GRANT:

Any weapons, radios?

Eric pulls up a long cattle prod to show Grant.

ERIC:

Found this, but the battery's dead.

GRANT:

It's a wonder you aren't. I'm amazed, Eric. I

barely lasted 30 hours. You lasted eight

weeks.

The line catches Eric strangely. It's the first moment of true

emotion we've seen him in.

ERIC:

Is that all it's been? I thought it was longer.

GRANT:

(trying to be positive)

The important thing is we both made it.

That's something we have in common.

Eric rips into a candy bar. After a moment, he realizes he

should offer one to his guest as well.

Grant takes it. A lone beat. Than, Grant just has to know...

GRANT (CONT'D)

Did you read Malcolm's book?

ERIC:

Yeah.

GRANT:

What did you think?

ERIC:

I dunno. I mean, it was kind of preachy.

Chaos-this, chaos-that. And like, to me, the

guy seemed kind of high on himself.

Grant smiles.

GRANT:

That's two things we have in common.

69FEXT. TREETOPS - NIGHT69F

The trio is where we left them, perched up in the branches.

They're far from safe, but nothing's after them for a

while.

In Billy's eyes, we can see a storm of guilt raging. But he

hasn't said anything. Won't say anything.

AMANDA:

We can't just stop looking. Eric and Dr.

Grant are out there somewhere.

PAUL:

I want to find them too, but we can't do a bit

of good right now. For every scary thing we

saw in the daylight, I'll bet there ten times

more of 'em at night.

(to Billy)

Am I right?

BILLY:

I don’t know.

PAUL:

I thought you were an expert.

BILLY:

Dr. Grant was.

AMANDA:

Well Dr. Grant isn't here, so we're going to

have to figure out what to do ourselves.

Amanda is impressed by her own determinations. A long beat.

AMANDA (cont'd)

So what do we do?

No one has the faintest clue.

69GEXT. DEEP IN THE FOREST - NIGHT69G

VARIOUS SHOTS; The creatures of Isla Sorna walk past in the

shadows, some looking up at the light in the trees.

Suddenly, one of the creatures is attacked by another. We hear

ROLLING, SNARLING, HISSING, just seeing the outline of the

fight. Just as fast as it began, the fight is over, the winner

snakes on the loser.

69HEXT. TREETOPS - NIGHT (LATER)69H

Everyone's moved to different branches, trying to settle in for

the night. Paul keeps looking over to the tearful Amanda, about

to say something. He finally does.

PAUL:

I just want you know, Amanda. It's not

your fault what happened.

Amanda looks over, not sure what his absolution.

PAUL (cont'd)

Eric has always been headstrong, and you

throw Ben Hildebrand into the mix and well...

AMANDA:

Well what?

PAUL:

Well damn it. I don't speak ill of the dead.

What I'm trying to say is, it’s was just a crazy

accident. The exact same thing could have

happened if he was with me. You can't go

beating yourself up about it.

Realizing he's trying his best, Amanda can’t stay angry with

him.

AMANDA:

This wouldn't happen if he was with

you. I mean, you drive five miles below the

speed limit. I totaled three cars in fives

years.

PAUL:

That one time was just the bumper.

AMANDA:

He would have been, safe. Completely,

entirely, suffocatingly safe.

(beat)

I would have him to see more of the world than

Enid, Oklahoma. I wanted to see more of the

world than Enid, Oklahoma. And so yes, it's

my fault that this happened. I'm sorry that

you have to be here.

Really looking at her...

PAUL:

I'm not sorry at all.

69IEXT. INGEN COMPOUND - DAY69I

Morning on Isla Sorna. A low mist hangs tight to the forest

floor as Eric seals up his hideaway for hopefully the last time.

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