Jurassic Park 3 Page #3

GRANT:

Not if it can't dig.

The arm stops and suddenly the tray of sand shakes, dropping

through holes in the bottom to reveal an object the size of

a person's fist.

BILLY:

I give you a raptor's resonating chamber.

Grant hates technology, but he can't help but be amazed by the

result. He lifts the strange object up, shaking out the

remaining sand.

Billy puts it to his lips and blows through it like a conch shell.

The resulting SOUND is unique and piercing, the cry of an

non-existent animal. Grant is speechless with excitement. And so he

uses it again and again, producing different SOUNDS and

variations.

In the distance, flocks of birds rise to the sky and fly off.

Billy looks up to see a MAN and a WOMAN getting out of

a Cadillac. Cheryl is pointing them in the direction of the

tent.

BILLY (cont'd)

(falsely casual)

Oh, I forgot to tell you. Some visitors

wanted to come by and talkto you. I

told them you'd be happy to see them.

maybe even have dinner with them.

GRANT:

Absolutely not.

BILLY:

They're here.

GRANT:

What?

Only now does Grant realize these two people

Who were walking up to them.

Putting on a friendly smile, Billy goes up to them.

MAN:

Dr. Grant?

GRANT:

Yes?

MAN:

(extending his hand)

Paul Kirby. Kirby Enterprises

(reaching into his pocket)

My card.

PAUL KIRBY is a talkative optimist with

no "off" switch. His wife AMANDA KIRBY, just

as friendly, is harder to read. There seems to be

exhaustion behind her eyes.

GRANT:

What can I do for you, Mr. Kirby?

PAUL:

Well sir, I am a great admirer

of yours, and I have an extremely interesting

proposition to discuss. Would you let my wife

and I take you to have dinner tonight? Our treat.

GRANT:

You know, I've been traveling and I'm very

tired. Maybe some other time.

PAUL:

I guarantee it'll be worth your while.

Behind Kirby, Bill furtively rubs his thumb and fingers

together, indicating the guy is loaded.

Grant musters a weak smile.

GRANT:

It's be my pleasure.

13 INT. HELL CREEK BAR AND GRILL, JORDAN, MT - NIGHT 13

They’re only halfway through the entree, but Grant is ready to

bolt. It's only Billy who's keeping him from being rude. They walk

over to Paul and Amanda’s table and sit down.

PAUL:

First off let me say as a dinosaur enthusiasts,

Amanda and I have admired your work for

years.

AMANDA:

It is truly, what’s the word? Inspiring.

GRANT:

Thank you.

It's everything Grant can do just to be polite. He desperately

wants to leave and get back to his dig.

PAUL:

Amanda and I, well, we just love the outdoors.

Heck we've been on pretty much any adventure

tour they can come up with: Galapagos, K2,

the Nile...

AMANDA:

We even have two seats reserved aboard the

first commercial moon flight.

Billy nudges Grant.

GRANT:

Hmmm.

PAUL:

Now, for our wedding anniversary this year

we wanted to do something really special,

something...

He places his hand on his wife's.

AMANDA:

...once-in-a-lifetime.

PAUL:

We've arranged for a private airplane to

take us flying over Isla Sorna. And we want

you to be our guide.

The Kirby's look to Grant as if they've offered him an amazing

gift. But Grant just sighs and smooths the tablecloth.

GRANT:

That's a very nice offer, Mr. Kirby, but I'm

afraid I'm much to busy. If you like I can

refer you to a number of highly qualified...

PAUL:

No, no, see Dr. Grant, you're the best. You've

seen these animals in the flesh. No one else

has come close to you.

GRANT:

I'm flattered, but I've taken this little

adventure tour. And with the air

restrictions they've imposed after the

incident in San Diego, you can’t fly low

enough to see anything of interest.

Paul is momentarily stymied, but Amanda rallies.

AMANDA:

You see, that's just the thing. Paul and I

have special permission to fly low.

BILLY:

How low?

PAUL:

Well, I'm no aviation specialist. But I do

know it's hell of a lot lower than anyone

else.

AMANDA:

From what I understand, it's pretty much

whatever we want.

GRANT:

That's hard to believe.

PAUL:

Let's just say that through my business --

imports/exports, emerging markets -- I've

made some friends in high places. In this

case, the Costa Rican government.

AMANDA:

Dr. Grant, you don't know how important it is

for us to have you come along. It would make

all the difference.

Grant is trying to find another way to say no, when Paul pulls

out his checkbook.

PUAL:

And of course, we're prepared to make a

sizeable contribution to your research here.

Billy looks at Grant. Don't say no.

PAUL (cont'd)

I can write all kinds of numbers on this

check. Just tell me what exactly it would

take.

We HOLD ON a conflicted Dr. Alan Grant.

CUT TO:

14 EXT. SKY - DAY 14

NNNNNRRRRRRNNNNNRRRRR...

A SMALL AIRPLANE - a Beechcraft Kingair 200 Turboprop, to be

exact - cruises through clear blue skies.

15 INT. PLANE - DAY 15

Grant re-settles, trying to get comfortable. Billy is across

from him, finishing cleaning his camera lenses before putting

them back in the ragged case.

GRANT:

Even with what I pay you, you could get a

better bag.

BILLY:

No way. This is lucky. Couple years ago

some buddies and I went hang gliding off

these cliffs in New Zealand. Updraft sent me

right into the side. BOOM!

GRANT:

That does sound lucky.

BILLY:

It was this strap alone that saved my life.

Got caught on a rock as I was falling.

GRANT:

Reverse-Darwinism. Survival of the most

idiotic.

Because he hasn't really said it...

BILLY:

Listen Alan, I really appreciate you

bringing me along.

GRANT:

The bones will be there when we get back.

That's the nice thing about them. They never

run away.

(beat)

And besides, you got me into this. I don't

intend to be alone with these people.

ON PAUL AND AMANDA

sitting near the front of the plane. Paul draws a long, nervous

breath and looks at Amanda. She seems just as tense.

Finally finding a comfortable position, Grant puts his hat over

his eyes, ready to take a nap.

Done with his camera, Billy turns to someone just off screen.

BILLY:

So how do you know the Kirby's?

and we reveal...

Mercenary Cooper, the weapons specialist we met earlier. He's

wearing sunglasses so dark you can't tell whether he's staring

at you or fast asleep.

He doesn't answer. Did he even hear? And then --

COOPER:

Through our church.

BILLY:

What Religion?

COOPER:

Uh…the one that worships God and believes in being

Good.

16 EXT. SKY - DAY 16

The plane continues onward.

17 INT. PLANE - DAY / HOURS LATER 17

Grant slowly wakes in his chair, groggy. All the other

passengers are fast asleep. Then Grant turns to his right.

A RAPTOR:

sits besides him. The dinosaur eyes him curiously, then opens

his mouth...

RAPTOR:

Alan.

And than it STRIKES.

18 INT. PLANE - DAY 18

Grant wakes up with a start, disoriented. Billy is leaning over

him.

BILLY:

Alan. We're almost there.

The adrenaline still surging through him, Grant turns and looks

THROUGH THE WINDOW.

Clouds obscure the view, than parts reveal

ISLA SORNA:

rising majestically out of the water.

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