Jurassic Park Page #18

As Grant gets rid of the blood, his injury doesn't look so bad,

just a gash on his forehead.

He turns and looks up to the tree the Explorer fell in. It's

stuck there, nose down in the thickest top branches.

Lex's GASPS are getting louder. She's terrified.

GRANT:

Hey, come on, don't - - don't -- don't - - just - -just

- - stop, stop.

He touches her, but it's awfully awkward, more of a pat on the

head than anything strong or reassured.

But she responds to the contact, hurling herself forward and

throwing her arms tightly around his waist. She clamps here, holding

on for dear life, SOBBING.

GRANT (cont'd)

Lex, you gotta be quiet, please. Stop it. Shhhhh.

This seems to quiet her.

GRANT (cont'd)

Because if we make too much noise, he's going to hear us

and come back.

Lex bursts out crying again, a WAILING scream, nearly hysterical

now. Grant holds her, no idea what to do. He turns and looks around.

GRANT (cont'd)

(a whispered shout)

Timmy?! Timmy!

He hears a CRACKING sound. He looks up to the tree again. The

Explorer has fallen a few feet lower into the branches.

Grant looks down at Lex, who is sitting on a rock.

LEX:

Dad - - Dad - -

GRANT:

Shhh - - I'm right here, Lex. I'm going to look after

you. I'm going to help your brother. I want you to

stay here and wait for me, okay?

LEX:

He left us! He left us!

GRANT:

That's not what I'm going to do. Good!

Grant walks to the tree. Lex scampers into the culvert.

84EXTTREE-NIGHT

GRANT takes a deep breath. grabs hold of the first branch, and

starts his long climb. Fortunately, it's a good climbing tree, its

branches thick and regularly spaced.

Grant moves at a good pace. He reaches the car's level, on the

driver's side five or six feet to one side of it.

The car's in rough shape. It's much thinner that it use to be,

its nose completely smashed in, the front wheels driven solidly into a

thick branch. They are what hold it in place.

GRANT:

Tim? Tim?

Grant comes up to the car and looks in. TIM is huddled on the

floor on the passenger side, frightened, hugging his knees to his

chest.

He looks up at Grant with a tear and blood-streaked faced. His

voice is barely audible.

TIM:

I threw up.

GRANT:

That's okay. Listen, give me your hand.

Tim doesn't move.

GRANT (cont'd)

I won't tell anybody you threw up. Just give me your

hand, okay?

He reaches out. Tim reaches too, but they're still about a foot

apart. Grant grabs hold of the steering wheel, to pull himself further

in. The wheel turns.

On the branch, the front wheel turns, losing a bit of their grip

on the thick branch they're resting on.

Tim and Grant grab hands. Grant holds on to him, getting an arm

securely around his waist. They climb down. They stop on a branch.

GRANT:

Okay, that's not so bad, ah Tim?

TIM:

Yes it is.

GRANT:

It's just like coming out of a tree house. Did your dad

ever build you a tree house, Tim, eh?

TIM:

No.

GRANT:

Me too.

(he starts to move down)

Okay. Well, the main thing about climbing is never,

never look down, never.

TIM:

This is impossible. How am I going...I can't make it.

This is...it's about fifty feet.

GRANT:

So am I going to help you with your foot?

TIM:

What if the car falls?

(or)

What if the wheels fall?

The car GROWNS forward on the branch, which sags in their

direction. They look up. The car begins to shift dramatically towards

them.

GRANT:

Oh, no! GO, Tim, go! Go!

They climb down, as fast as they can, as the big branch that is

supporting the car CREAKS, ready to give way any second.

GRANT (cont'd)

Faster! Faster!

The branch breaks. Disintegrates, really, and the car falls

straight at them.

Grant and Tim let go of the branch they're on and fall, THUDDING

into another branch a few feet down. The car SMACKS into the bug

branch they just vacated, and stops there.

Grant and Tim are half climbing, half falling down the tree now,

slipping on the resin-covered branches, just trying like hell to get

out of the way.

CREEEE-POW! The second branch breaks, and now the car SMASHES

and CRASHES through a network of thinner branches, headed right for

them. It hits open space and goes into free fall.

Grant turns, and puts up his arms in defense --

-- and the car stops, SLAMMING into a thick branch just above

him.

Grant looks up, eyeball to eyeball with the front grill.

The new branch starts to CREAK.

Grant and Tim basically fall down the rest of the tree, the car

BASHING its way through right behind them. They jump the last six or

seven feet and hit the ground, hard.

Grant grabs Tim and rolls with him, to the side, just as the car

SMASHES into the earth, nose first, standing upright that way.

They look up in relief, but the damn thing's still heading for

them, now tipping over, falling straight at them, and there's no way

they have time to get out of the way this time, so Grant just balls

himself up on top of Tim to try to protect him and --

-- CRASH! The jeep falls on top of them. Grant, amazingly

unhurt, looks up confused.

They're inside the jeep again, saved by the hole sunroof.

CUT TO:

85EXTCULVERT-NIGHT

LEX is still in the culvert, terrified, slowly BANGING her head

against the wall.

GRANT is at the mouth of the culvert, carefully studying the

rinky-dink map of the park he picked up during the slide show.

GRANT:

Okay -- okay --

He's trying to get his bearings from the crude, cartoon-like

drawing on the map, but it's tough.

He looks up, picking a direction, and shoves the map in his

pocket decisively.

He looks back in at Lex.

GRANT (cont'd)

Lex, you're going to have to get out of there.

(he walks towards her)

Hiding isn't a rational solution; we have to improve our

situation.

She doesn't move. Grant looks at Tim.

GRANT (cont'd)

Tim's out here.

(Grant picks Tim up)

He's okay.

Still nothing. Grant tries a new tact.

GRANT:

(walking away)

'Course you could just wait in there while we go back

and get help.

TIM:

(following Grant)

That's a good idea.

GRANT:

You'll probably be safe enough (alone) on your own --

TIM:

I doubt it.

GRANT:

Maybe -- it's hard to say.

LEX:

Liar! You said you wouldn't leave!

GRANT:

I'm trying to use psychology to get you out of the

drain, you know!

She just stares at him like he's nuts. Tim shakes his head at

Grant, as if to say "nice try." Grant calms his tone.

- - - - - VERSION 1 - - - - -

GRANT (cont'd)

We can't go back the way we came. What we have is a

free-range T-rex on the road. There's (there are)

fences on either side. If we meet him between here and

the lodge, we'd have problems. But what this means,

what this means, is that this whole paddock is empty.

It's safe.

LEX:

It's safe?

GRANT:

It's safe.

LEX:

It's safe.

GRANT:

Go (and) that's the way we're going to go. What do you

say?

LEX:

Alright.

- - - - - END - - - - -

- - - - - VERSION 2 - - - - -

GRANT (cont'd)

Alright. We're just going to walk back home. Together.

We walks over to Lex at the culvert and sits across from her.

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