The Shawshank Redemption

That looks fabulous.

Thank you, Geoffrey.

We'll also take a bottle of red as well.

Thank you.

Thank you, Barry.

That looks wonderful. Beautiful day.

Where are you going?

- To eat my sandwich.

- You won't be hungry for prawns.

- I don't like prawns.

- Darling, don't wander off.

For God's sake, leave her alone, Deirdre.

- Go play with your ball.

- Don't be so annoying!

Darling...

what about snakes?

There aren't any snakes on the beach.

Just let her enjoy herself for once.

Edward?

Hello, there.

What are you, a little bird or something?

Are you hungry? Take a bite.

It's roast beef.

It's good. Come on. I won't hurt you.

mummy! Daddy! Come see this!

I found something!

Cathy, darling, lunch is ready!

Are you looking at this?

I'm afraid there isn't enough to go around.

Paul?

Cathy?

Will you hurry up? Hurry up!

You're him, right?

Excuse me?

The scientist? The guy? I saw you on TV.

I believed you.

Who shall I tell Mr. Hammond is calling?

Ian Malcolm. I've been summoned.

Dr Malcolm!

Hello, Dr Malcolm.

Kids, kids.

- It's so great to see you.

- It's so great to see you.

Look at you.

You came to see Grandpa?

Yeah, he called me.

Do you know what it's about?

I don't, either.

This joint's kind of creepy, isn't it?

Is everything okay?

Well, not exactly.

Dr Malcolm.

Dr Malcolm. Here to share

a few campfire stories with my uncle?

Convince the Washington Post

and Sceptical inquirer of what you want...

but I was there.

I know what happened and so do you.

Do you believe everyone

who chose discretion did so...

for a nefarious motive?

Even Lex and Tim?

Leave them out of it. It's not a game.

No. You signed a nondisclosure agreement

before you went to the island...

that forbade you from discussing what

you saw. You violated that agreement.

I did. And you lied about the deaths

of three people.

You misinformed the public,

which made me look like a nut.

Not so good for my career...

We made a generous compensatory offer

for your injuries.

A payoff and an insult.

When you spin reality, cover up evidence,

it hurts more than my reputation.

As I recall...

your university revoked your tenure

for your selling wild stories to the press.

I didn't sell anything.

I took no money and I told the truth.

Your version of it.

There are no "versions" of the truth.

InGen can't keep spewing out...

InGen is my responsibility.

I will jealously defend its interests.

Yours? What about Mr. Hammond?

It is our board of directors I must face,

not my uncle.

Trust me, your problems

are about to be rendered moot.

In a few weeks' time,

they'll be long forgotten.

Not by me.

Careful.

This suit cost more than your education.

You were right and I was wrong. There!

Did you ever expect

to hear me say such a thing?

Thank God for Site B.

Site B?

Isla Nublar was just a showroom

for tourists.

Site B was the factory floor.

Isla Sorna, 80 miles from Nublar.

We bred the animals there,

nurtured them for a few months...

then moved them into the park.

Really? I did not know that.

After the accident in the park...

Hurricane Clarissa wiped out

our facility on Site B.

Call it an act of God.

We had to evacuate.

The animals were released...

to mature on their own.

"Life will find a way",

as you once so eloquently put it.

By now we have a complete

ecological system on the island...

with dozens of species

living in social groups...

without fences, boundaries

or constraining technology.

And for four years...

I've tried to keep it safe

from human interference.

Right. Hopefully, you've kept

the island quarantined and contained.

But I'm in shock.

I mean, that they're still alive.

You bred them lysine-deficient.

Shouldn't they have kicked after seven

days without supplemental enzymes?

But, by God, they're flourishing.

That's one of 1,000 questions

I want the team to answer.

Team?

I've organised an expedition to go in...

thank you, and document them.

To make the most spectacular living

fossil record the world has ever seen.

Go in and document?

You mean with people?

Yes, the animals won't know they're there.

Very low impact.

Strictly observation and documentation.

Our satellite infrareds

show the animals are fiercely territorial.

The carnivores are isolated

in the interior of the island...

so the team can stay on the outer rim.

Don't worry.

I'm not making the same mistakes again.

No, you're making all new ones.

John! So, there's another island

with dinosaurs...

no fences this time,

and you want to send people in...

very few people, on the ground, right?

Who are the four lunatics

you're trying to con into this?

It was hard to convince them

of what they would see...

in the end had to use my chequebook.

But there's Nick van Owen,

a video documentarian...

Eddie Carr,

who's a field equipment expert.

We have our palaeontologist...

and I was hoping that perhaps

you might be the fourth.

We've been on the verge of Chapter 11

since that accident in the park.

There are those in the company

who wanted to exploit Site B...

in order to bail us out.

They've been planning it for years,

but I've stopped them until now.

A few weeks ago,

a British family on a yacht cruise...

stumbled across the island

and their wee girl was injured.

She's fine.

But the board has used the incident

to take control of InGen from me.

Now it's only a matter of time before this...

lost world is found and pillaged.

Public opinion is the one thing I can use

to preserve it, but to rally that support...

I need a complete photo record...

of those animals alive

in their natural habitat.

So you went from capitalist

to naturalist in just four years.

That's something.

It's our last chance at redemption.

John...

no.

Of course, no.

And I'm going to contact

the other three members of your team...

and stop them from going.

Who's the palaeontologist, by the way?

She came to me, I want you to know.

Who did?

Leave it to you, Ian, to have associations...

even liaisons with the best people

in so many fields.

Not Sarah.

Palaeontological behaviour study is a new

field, and Sarah Harding is on that frontier.

Her theories on parenting and nurturing

in carnivores have framed the debate.

- What are you doing?

- Where's your phone?

It's too late.

She's already there.

The others are meeting her in three days.

You sent my girlfriend to this island alone?

"Sent" is hardly the word.

She couldn't be restrained.

She was already in San Diego,

doing research at the animal park.

It's only a few hours' flight from there.

She was adamant,

absolutely adamant about, here you are...

about making the initial foray by herself.

She thinks she's Dian Fossey.

"Observation without interference",

she said. You know how it is.

After you were injured in the park,

she sought you out.

Then she went all the way to a hospital

in Costa Rica...

to ask someone she didn't know

if the rumours were true.

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