Jurassic Park 3 Page #2

GRANT (CONT'D)

I'd better get going.

ELLIE:

Let me know if I can help, Alan. You’re bad

about asking for help, but please ask me.

Anything, anytime.

GRANT:

(deep down knowing he never

will)

Okay. Goodbye, Ellie.

ELLIE:

Goodbye, Alan.

Not sure what the right thing to do is, they finally end up with

a friendly hug. They keep it short.

Grant gets in his car. Starts the ENGINE.

He's about to pull off when Ellie knocks on the window. He rolls

it down.

ELLIE (CONT'D)

When I met you, I thought that one day

millions of years ago, all the dinosaurs

became extinct. Wiped out. But you told me

otherwise. When conditions changed,

dinosaurs changed. They became other things.

They evolved.

GRANT:

A well-accepted theory.

ELLIE:

(simply)

Alan don't be afraid to evolve.

Grant hears her, but Ellie knows it didn't really get through.

A forced half-smile, than Grant waves goodbye.

Ellie watches as he drives off.

7 INT. AUDITORIUM - DAY 7

The last stop on Grant's fund-raising tour, it's a public

lecture hosted by some foundation. There are SCIENTISTS and

STUDENTS here, but also a lot of DINO-FANS, some even with

costumes.

Grant finishes his speech to what was a full house -- some

ATTENDEES are grabbing their coats and sneaking out. This

wasn't the exciting guest speaker they were all expecting.

A new slide comes up. Just black and white, and indecipherable.

GRANT:

It's through the painstaking study of the

Interior chamber in multiple specimens that

we can determine this exciting correlation

between the larynx and the upper plate. That

lets us theorize -- theorize, mind you -- that

the raptor might have been capable of bird-

like vocalizations. Which as you can

imagine, would be a tremendous breakthrough.

He's finished, but no one seems to notice at first. Then the

SYMPOSTUM LEADER stands up, leading a smattering round of

APPLAUSE.

SYMPOSTIUM LEADER

Thank you very much Dr. Grant. Now does

anyone have a question?

Nearly every hand goes up. Grant doesn't seem surprised.

GRANT:

Does anyone have a question that doesn't

relate to Jurassic Park?

Quite a few hands go down.

GRANT (cont'd)

Or the incident in San Diego, which I'll

remind you, I did not witness.

Now most of the hands are down. Picking one of the few

remaining...

MALE STUDENT:

Your theory on raptors is good and all, but

isn't all this conjecture kind of moot?

The STUDENT'S BUDDY nods in agreement.

MALE STUDENT (CONT'D)

I mean, once the U.N. and Costa Rica and

everyone decides how to handle the second

island, scientist will just go in and look

for themselves.

TOO-CLEVER SCIENCE REPORTER

Isn't paleontology itself in danger of

extinction?

Recognizing those as fighting words, the symposium leader is

about to step in. But Grant will take this himself.

GRANT:

No, and let me be perfectly clear on this

point. Dinosaurs lived 65 million years ago.

What's left of them is fossilized in stone

the actual scientists spend years to

undercover.

(MORE)

GRANT (CONT'D)

what John Hammond and InGen created are

theme park monsters. Nothing more, nothing

less.

The class clearly disagrees with his assessment.

ANOTHER STUDENT:

You're saying you wouldn't want to study

them if you had the chance?

GRANT:

No force on this earth or in heaven could get me on

that island.

8 INT. DERELICT COCKPIT - DAY 8

Looking through the cracked windshield of a junkyard plane, we

see someone spray painting red circles on the outside of the

glass.

9 EXT. AIRCRAFT GRAVEYARD - DAY 9

NASH, a wry, intelligent mercenary pilot and soldier, is

painting huge eyes the windows of a wrecked plane. Finished, he

tosses the paint can through the open windows and walks quickly

away from the plane.

We now see that RED TEETH are painted on the craft's nose. It

looks absurdly like some angry beast.

We are one the edge of a dry lake bed, part of an aircraft

graveyard. Wrecked planes lie all around.

We hear a phone RINGING...

10 INT. CARGO PLANE - DAY 10

A RINGING satellite phone rests on a stack of gun cases.

UDESKY, the leader of this crew, answers it.

UDESKY:

Udesky.

(beat)

Yes sir. we're good to go. I'll lock it down as

soon as you drop me the payment.

With the phone still to his ear, Udesky wanders out of the

craft...

11 EXT. CARGO PLANE - DAY 11

Udesky looks over at Nash and COOPER, another mercenary.

Cooper's the quiet muscle of the bunch, a weapons specialist. He

finishes loading a massive gun, essentially a hand-cannon. It's

aimed at Nash's grimacing aircraft.

UDESKY:

That's right, two of the very best I could

find. No, I haven't worked with them

personally, but they come with the highest

recommendations.

Then --

Cooper FIRES at the grimacing aircraft. A projectile rockets

into the plane and EXPLODES with a fireball.

Nash and Cooper exchange a satisfied smile.

UDESKY (CONT'D)

You've got nothing to worry about, sir. This

is going to be a piece of cake.

Pieces of the demolished craft come raining down.

12 EXT. EXCAVATION BASE CAMP, PT. PECK LAKE, MT - DAY 12

CLOSE ON a man's hand, carefully scraping the stone away from a

dinosaur fossil. We follow his hand back as he wipes off his

sweaty brow, revealing him to be BILLY BRENNAN, 25, an

associate professor and site manager. He's a charmer.

Looking past him, we see CHERYL, 21, a junior at junior of State. She's one

of a dozen COLLEGE STUDENTS working at the site, and the one

most smitten with her supervisor.

CHERYL:

Billy? I don't think I'm doing this right.

He scoots over, lying down beside her. Checks her work.

BILLY:

You need to go slowly. See, just take it little

at a time.

She's not listening, just watching his eyelashes.

CHERYL:

I can never tell what's bone and what's rock.

BILLY:

Technically, it's all rock. The calcium in the

bones is replaced during fossilization. But

you can feel the difference. See? Rough,

smooth. Rough, smooth.

He runs her bare fingers over the two different patches, showing

her. After a pause, she runs her finger along his

stubbly chin...

CHERYL:

Rough.

...and along his lips.

CHERYL (cont'd)

Smooth.

Billy may not have started this flirtation, but he's not ending

it either. It's then that a

SHADOW:

falls across them. Billy looks up to see...

BILLY:

Dr. Grant!

Grant has just returned, a bag over his shoulder.

GRANT:

Mr. Brennan.

CUT TO:

12AEXT. WALKING TO THE MAIN TENTS - DAY 12A

Billy takes one of Grant's bags, talking as they go.

BILLY:

How was your trip? Profitable?

GRANT:

We'll be broke in four weeks.

BILLY:

Three weeks. I had to rent some equipment.

The cross into one of the tents, which only has two "walls". On

a dust-taped table, a dusty Macintosh is feeing data into a

strange machine the size of a dorm refrigerator. A mechanical arm sweeps

back and forth across a tray of fine sand.

GRANT:

You rented an automated litter box.

BILLY:

It's a rapid prototyper. I feed in the scan

data from the raptor skull, than the computer

breaks it into thousands of slices which this

thing prints, one layer on top of the other.

It's the future of paleontology.

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