Jurassic Park Page #4

NEDRY:

Dodgson!

Dodgson hurries over to the table.

DODGSON:

(as he sites)

You shouldn't use my name.

NEDRY:

Dodgson, Dodgson.

(loud)

We got Dodgson here! See, nobody cares. Nice hat.

What are you trying to look like, a secret agent?

Dodgson ignores that, sets his attach� case down next to the

table, and slides it towards Nedry,

DODGSON:

Seven fifty.

Nedry smiles and pulls the attach� closer to him.

DODGSON (cont'd)

On delivery, fifty thousand more for ever viable embryo.

That's one point five million. If you get all fifteen

species off the island.

NEDRY:

Oh, I'll get 'em all.

DODGSON:

Remember - - viable embryos. They're no use to us if

they don't survive.

NEDRY:

How am I supposed to transport them?

Dodgson pulls an ordinary can of shaving cream from a shoulder

bag he carries and sets it on the table.

DODGSON:

The bottom screws open; it's cooled and

compartmentalized inside. They can even check it if

they want. Press the top.

Nedry presses the top of the can and real shaving cream comes

out. He grins, impressed. While Dodgson talks, Nedry looks around for

somewhere to wipe the shaving cream and ends up dumping it on top of

someone's Jell-O on a dessert tray next to him.

DODGSON (cont'd)

There's enough coolant gas for thirty-six hours.

Nedry looks at the can.

NEDRY:

What? No menthol?

DODGSON:

Mr Nedry, Mr Nedry. The embryos have to be back here

in San Jose by then.

NEDRY:

That's up to your guy on the boat. Seven o'clock

tomorrow night, at the east dock. Make sure he got it

right.

DODGSON:

I was wondering, how are you planning to beat the

security?

NEDRY:

I got an eighteen minute window. Eighteen minutes, and

your company catches up on ten years of research.

A WAITER arrives and puts the check down on the table, between

them. Nedry looks down at it pointedly, then up at Dodgson.

NEDRY (cont'd)

Don't get cheep on me Dodgson.

Dodgson rolls his eyes and picks up the check.

NEDRY (cont'd)

That was Hammond's mistake.

13 EXTOPEN SEADAY

A helicopter, "IN-GEN CONSTRUCTION" emblazoned on the side,

skims low over the shimmering Pacific.

14 EXTHELICOPTERDAY

GRANT, ELLIE, GENNARO and MALCOLM are huddled in the back of the

chopper; HAMMOND is in the front with the PILOT.

There are two other passengers was well -- DONALD GENNARO, the

lawyer from the amber mine, now dressed in safari clothes, everything

straight from Banana Republic. The other Dr. IAN MALCOLM, fortyish,

dressed all in black, with a snakeskin boots and sunglasses. Malcolm,

who finds it hard to take his eyes off Ellie, leans over and SHOUTS

over the engine whine.

MALCOLM:

So you two dig up dinosaurs?

GRANT:

Try to!

Malcolm laughs, finding this very amusing, which confuses Grant.

Hammond turns around annoyed.

HAMMOND:

You'll have to get use to Dr. Malcolm! He suffers from

a deplorable excess of personality, especially for a

mathematician!

MALCOLM:

Chaotician, actually! Chaotician!

Hammond SNORTS, not even bothering to cover his contempt for

Malcolm.

MALCOLM:

John doesn't subscribe to Chaos, particularly what it

has to say about his little science project!

HAMMOND:

Codswollop! Ian, you've never come close to explaining

these concerns of yours about this island!

MALCOLM:

I certainly have! Very clearly! Because of the

behavior of the system in phase space!

Hammond just waves him off.

HAMMOND:

A load, if I may say so. of fashionable number crunching, that�s all it is!

MALCOLM:

(poking at Hammond's knee)

John, John.

HAMMOND:

(pushing him away)

Don't do that!

MALCOLM:

Dr. Grant, Dr. Sattler -- you've heard of Chaos Theory?

ELLIE:

(shaking her head)

No.

MALCOLM:

No? Non-linear equations? Strange attractions?

(again, she shrugs)

Dr. Sattler, I refuse to believe that you are not

familiar with the concept of attraction!

Grant just rolls his eyes as Malcolm gives her an oily grin, but

Ellie smiles, enjoying Grant's jealousy. Hammond turns to Gennaro and

gives him a dirty look.

HAMMOND:

I bring scientists -- you bring a rock star.

Hammond looks out the windshield, and CLAPS his hands excitedly.

HAMMOND:

There it is!

Up ahead, the others see it.

ISLA NUBLAR. It's a smallish island, completely ringed by thick

clouds that give it a lush, mysterious feel. The PILOT pulls up over a

spot in the clouds and starts to descend, fast.

HAMMOND (cont'd)

Bad wind shears! We have to drop pretty fast! Hold on,

this can be a little thrilling!

The helicopter drops like a stone. Outside the windows, they

can see cliff walls racing by, uncomfortably close. They bounce like

hell, hitting wind up and down drafts.

Only Hammond still feels chatty.

HAMMOND (cont'd)

We're planning an airstrip! On pilings, extending out

into the ocean twelve thousand feet! Like La Guardia,

only a lot safer! What do you think?

They don't answer, just hold on. As they near the ground, a

luminous white cloud cross appears below them, a landing pad shining

through the Plexiglas bubble in the floor of the chopper.

The cross grows rapidly larger as the chopper plummets, but a

sudden updraft catches them and they bounce skyward for a moment then

drop again, even faster if possible, before landing with a hard BUMP.

14A EXTHELICOPTER LANDING PADDAY

The chopper plummets and finally lands. One of the workers

opens the door and the group gets out. Hammond looks out, proudly.

15 EXTHILLTOPDAY

Two large, open-top jeeps ROAR down the hilltop away from the

landing cross as the helicopter engines WHINE back to life and the

rotors start to spin again.

ELLIE, GRANT, and MALCOLM hold on tight in the front jeep,

HAMMOND and GENNARO are in the rear jeep. Both cars have DRIVERS.

They pass through an enormous gate in a thirty foot high fence,

which is closed behind them by two PARK ATTENDANTS.

There are large electrical insulators on the fences, warning

lights that strobe importantly and clear signs -- "ELECTRIFIED FENCE!

10,000 VOLTS!"

IN THE REAR JEEP,

Gennaro regards the fences critically.

GENNARO:

The full fifty mile of perimeter fence are in place?

HAMMOND:

And the concrete moats, and the motion sensor tracking

systems. Donald, dear boy, do try to relax and enjoy

yourself.

GENNARO:

Let's get something straight, John. This is not a

weekend excursion, this is a serious investigation of

the stability of the island. Your investors, whom I

represent, are deeply concerned. Forty-eight hours from

now, if they - -

(gestures to Grant, Ellie, and Malcolm)

- -aren't convinced. I'm not convinced. And I can shut

you down John.

HAMMOND:

Forty-eight hours from now, I'll be accepting your

apologies. Now get out of the way. So I can see them!

He shoves Gennaro aside, to get a clear view of Grant, Ellie,

and Malcolm.

HAMMOND (cont'd)

I wouldn't miss this for the world.

The jeeps wind their way along a mountain road.

IN THE LEAD JEEP,

Ellie stares off to the right, fascinated by the thick tropical

plant life around them. She tilts her head, as if something's wrong

with this picture.

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