Jurassic Park Page #3

And with that he walks back across the camp, returning to his

skeleton. Ellie hurries to catch up with him.

ELLIE:

You know, if you really wanted to scare the kid you

could've just pulled a gun on him.

GRANT:

Yeah, I know, you know...kids. You want to have one of

those?

ELLIE:

Well, not one of those, well yeah, a possibly one at

some point could be a good thing. What's so wrong with

kids?

GRANT:

Oh, Ellie, look. They're noisy, they're messy, they're

sticky, they're expensive.

ELLIE:

Cheap, cheap, cheap.

GRANT:

They smell.

ELLIE:

Oh my god, they do not! They don't smell.

GRANT:

They do smell. Some of them smell.. babies smell.

ELLIE:

Alright, the one on the airplane had an accident, but

usually babies don't smell.

GRANT:

They know very little about the Jurassic Period they

know less about the Cretaceous.

ELLIE:

The what?

GRANT:

The Cretaceous.

ELLIE:

Anything else, you old fossil?

GRANT:

Yeah, plenty. Some of them can't walk!

ELLIE:

It frustrates me so much that I love you, that I need to

strangle you right now!

Ellie playfully takes Grant's hat off and gives him a tight hug.

They kiss.

A strange wind seems to be whipping up. Grant and Ellie look

around, confused. The wind is getting stronger, blowing dirt and sand

everywhere, filling in everything they've dug out, blowing the

protective canvasses off. Now there's a more familiar ROAR, and they

look up and see it - -

- - a huge helicopter, descending on the camp.

ELLIE:

(to the volunteers)

Get some canvasses and cover anything that's exposed!

Grant's already on it, trying to desperately to protect the

skeleton he's excavating. He looks up at the helicopter and SHOUTS,

shaking his fist.

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9 EXTBASE CAMPDAY

Down at the base camp, the helicopter has landed. The PILOT is

already out, waiting as GRANT comes down from the mountaintop like

Moses steaming. Grant gestures wildly at him to turn the chopper off.

The pilot points timidly to a mobile home across the camp.

Grant runs to the trailer.

10 EXTTRAILERDAY

The door to the trailer SLAPS open, and GRANT storms in.

GRANT:

What the hell do you think you're doing in here?

The trailer serves as the dig's office. There are several long

wooden tables set up, every inch covered with bone specimens that are

neatly laid out, tagged, and labeled.

Farther along are ceramic dishes and crocks, soaking other bones

in acid and vinegar.

There's old dusty furniture at one end of the trailer, and a

refrigerator. A man roots around in the refrigerator, his back to us.

GRUMBLING about the contents which are mostly beer.

His hand falls across a bottle of expensive champagne in the

back.

MAN:

Ah hah!

He pulls it out - the cork POPS.

The Man turns around. JOHN HAMMOND, seventy-ish, is sprightly

as hell, with bright, shining eyes that say "Follow me!"

Grant stares incredulously at the Man, holding his champagne

bottle without an invitation.

GRANT:

Hey, we were saving that!

HAMMOND:

For today, I guarantee it.

GRANT:

And who in God's name do you think you are....?

HAMMOND:

John Hammond. And I am delighted to finally meet you

in person Dr Grant.

Grant is struck silent. He shakes his hand, staring dumbly.

GRANT:

Mr. - - Hammond?

Hammond looks around the trailer approvingly, at the enormous

amount of work the bones represent.

HAMMOND:

I can see my fifty thousand a year as been well spent.

The door SLAPS open again and ELLIE comes in, just as pissed off

as Grant was.

ELLIE:

Okay, who's the jerk?

GRANT:

Uh, this is our paleobotanist, Dr Ellie.....

ELLIE:

Sattler.

Grant

Dr Sattler. Ellie, this is Mr. HAMMOND.

(in case she didn't catch it)

John Hammond.

ELLIE:

Did I say jerk?

HAMMOND:

I'm sorry for the dramatic entrance, but I'm in a hurry.

Will you have a wee bit of a drink now and then?

Hammond begins to walk into the kitchen, making himself at home.

Ellie follows him tries to help. Grant settles behind the table.

HAMMOND (cont'd)

Come along then, don't let it get warm!

(expansively)

Come on in, both of you. Sit down.

As Hammond moves, they notice he walks with a slight limp and

uses a cane - - for balance or style, it's hard to say witch.

ELLIE:

I have samples all over the kitchen.

(she takes some stones out of one of the glasses)

HAMMOND:

Come along. I know my way around a kitchen. Come

along.

Ellie goes around towards Grant. She grabs a bottle of water.

They look at each other, really aback by this guy's bravado, and site

down. Hammond dries the glasses.

HAMMOND (cont'd)

Well now, I'll get right to the point. I like you.

Both of you. I can tell instantly with people; it's a gift.

(new subject)

I own an island. Off the coast of Costa Rica. I leased

it from the government and spent the last five years setting up a kind

of biological preserve down there. Really spectacular. Spared no

expense. It makes the one I had in Kenya look like a petting zoo. No

doubt that sooner or later our attractions will send (drive the) kids

right out of their minds.

GRANT:

And what are those?

ELLIE:

Small versions of adults, honey.

He gives her a dirty look.

HAMMOND:

Not just kids - - for everyone. We're going to open

next year. Unless the lawyers kill me first. I don't

care for lawyers. You?

GRANT:

I, uh, don't really know any. We - -

HAMMOND:

Well, I'm afraid I do. There's one, a particular pebble

in my shoe. He represents my investors. He says they

insist on outside opinions.

GRANT:

What kind of opinions?

HAMMOND:

Not to put a fine point on it, your kind. Let's face

it, in your particular field, you're the top minds. If

I could just get you two to sign off on the park - - you

know, give a wee testimonial - - I could get back on

schedule - -

(he Americanizes him pronunciation)

- -schedule.

ELLIE:

Why would they care what we think?

GRANT:

What kind of park is it?

HAMMOND:

(smiles)

Well, it's - - right up your alley.

(hands Grant a drink)

Look, why don't you both (the pair of you) come on down

for the weekend. Love to have the opinion of a

paleobotoanist as well.

(hands Ellie a drink)

I've got a jet standing by at Choteau.

(he jumps up and sites on the counter)

GRANT:

No, I'm sorry, that wouldn't be possible. We've just

discovered a new skeleton, and - -

HAMMOND:

(pours himself a drink)

I could compensate you by fully funding your dig

GRANT:

- - this would be an awfully unusual time - -

HAMMOND:

For a further three years.

Grant OOFS as Ellie elbows him hard in the ribs.

ELLIE:

Where's the plane?

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11 EXTCAFEDAY

DENNIS NEDRY is in his late thirties, a big guy with a constant

smile that could either be laughing with you or at you, you can never

tell. He sits at a table in front of a Central American cafe, eating

breakfast

Another Legend:

SAN JOSE, COSTA RICA

Nedry looks up and sees a man get out of a taxi - - LEWIS

(Louis) DODGSON, fiftyish, wearing a large straw hat and looking almost

too much like an American tourist. Dodgson clutches as attach� case

close to him and scans the cafe furtively.

Nedry laughs, shakes his head, and waves to him.

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