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 REIGN OF THE REPTILES: JURASSIC PARK

Screenplay by Robotpo

Based on Characters Created by Michael Crichton

 2.

FADE IN OVER -

The towering, monolithic trees of deep jungle, inhospitable

to men and even more so to men’s devices. A sickle-shaped
crescent moon carves an illuminated gash through glowering
storm clouds, the foliage below swaying in harmony beneath
the torrential assault from the sky above. The wind shrieks
like a irate banshee. This evening is the ideal milieu of a
monster.

PAN OVER

The undulating forest as we ROLL MAIN TITLES, followed by a

SUPER:

Carara

112 Miles from San Jose, Costa Rica

AKA as far from familiarity as we can be. The camera finally

comes to a halt on a small, hunkering structure, the only
sign of human habitation, situated in a distant clearing.

EXT. ISOLATED CLINIC - CONTINUOUS

The building is little more than a metal shack, rain pouring

off its corrugated roof and down rust-red walls. Zoom in
through a single window emitting pale light to enter:

INT. ISOLATED CLINIC - EXAMINATION ROOM - CONTINUOUS

The room is clean but tiny and ramshackle, filled with used
medical devices obtained from a half-dozen different sources,
the large examination table near the door a slab of
comparable antiseptic white. At a desk in the back of the
main room sits DR. VALERIE “VAL” THOMAS, a stunning brunette
in her mid-30’s, an AMERICAN PHYSICIAN: charming and
confident, she can do anything better than a man can do, and
hides her hint of vulnerability well. She looks up from
writing her paper as a clap of thunder rattles the clinic’s
thin walls.

VAL
And I thought I’d seen some shitty
weather in Chicago.

Her INTERNIST, MANUEL ARAGON, an affable HISPANIC MAN, enters

from the living quarters.

VAL CONT’D
Everything alright back there?
 3.

MANUEL
Looks fine, Doctor. I checked the
supply closet, was worried the wind
may take the roof right off...but
it’s holding. Bad storm,
though...bad night altogether.

VAL
Just be glad we’re not on call.
(gesturing to the rattling
walls)
And hope this doesn’t mean we’ll
be overly busy tomorrow.

Manuel goes to the coffee-maker, offers a cup to Val.

VAL (CONT’D)
(shaking her head)
None for me. Gives me nightmares...

Manuel goes to pour himself a cup, stops mid-pour and cocks

his head...

MANUEL
Listen...

VAL
I know, it’s a hell of a storm...

MANUEL
No, listen!

Val pauses and looks to Manuel, sensing his sudden intensity.

The two sit in total silence, and after a beat, a rapidly-
approaching engine can be heard over the screaming of the
wind.

VAL
Who could possibly be out on a
night like this?

Now, VOICES screaming in SPANISH can be heard over the din as

well...

EXT. ISOLATED CLINIC - CONTINUOUS

Outside the shack, a faded yellow PICK-UP TRUCK comes roaring

up, fishtailing in the rising mud and banking to a stop right
before the building...several DESTITUTE COSTA RICAN FARMERS
leap from the back of the truck, carrying a PRONE FIGURE in
ragged clothing between them. An OLDER WOMAN, wrapped in a
rough-hewn poncho, climbs from the cab of the vehicles,
wailing in distress as lightening flashes in the sky above;
 4.

this is ESTEVA AGUILAR, and the men are carrying the stricken
form of her HUSBAND, GUIDO. The Farmers all call over each
other into the night:

COST RICAN FARMERS

(in Spanish)
We need a doctor! Is there a doctor
here?! We need a doctor! ETC

Val and Manuel come running out into the rain.

VAL
What is it, what’s going on?

FARMER #1 (TEJANO)
(in Spanish)
We need a doctor! Where’s the
doctor?

Esteva turns to Manuel, clutches his hand.

ESTEVA
Please, my husband is very
hurt...please, help me, doctor.

VAL
I’m the doctor here.

Esteva looks taken aback, but Val takes no notice as she

examines Guido’s injuries: several long, ragged lacerations
extending from his lower torso to his upper chest.

VAL CONT’D
Multiple lacerations, looks like
severe blood loss and impacted
bruises with internal bleeding...
(turning to Manuel)
I’m gonna need the CTL
antimicrobials and two gallons of
Celox, STAT!
(yelling to the others)
Let’s get him inside!

INT. ISOLATED STRUCTURE - CONTINUOUS

Val, Manuel, and the Farmer carry Guido into the examination
room and place him on the table; he groans and rolls his head
pathetically as Val sticks an IV into his arm, and throws on
a plastic EXAMINATION MASK.
 5.

VAL
You’re gonna be alright, you’re
gonna be alright, just hang in
there...

She rips open his shirt...the slash marks are deeper and far
worse then they first appeared.

VAL (CONT’D)
Jesus...what did this?

Terrified murmurs ripple through assemblage.

ESTEVA
El Hupia...it was El Hupia that
took him.

She, Manuel and several others cross themselves. As if he had

heard them, Guido groans loudly again and tremors, as if at
the name spoken by his wife; Val has no idea what this means.

VAL
El whata?

MANUEL
El Hupia...a demon of the jungle.

Manuel starts attempting to wipe down Guido’s wounds, but he

shakes and spits up blood.

VAL
God! Manuel, 20 CC’s
benzodiazipine, now! Stand by with
Celox...
(to Guido)
Shhh, just relax, try not to move-

Guido gasps, starts babbling:

GUIDO
(in Spanish)
God! I’m dead! The claws! The eyes!
The EYES! IT BURNS!

He heaves and more blood comes spilling out of his mouth.

Esteva screams!

VAL
MANUEL! ANTI-CONVULSANT, NOW,
GODDAMMIT!

Manuel heaves again, gurgles, begins to shudder violently.

Esteva shrieks.
 6.

ESTEVA
What’s happening to my Guido?!?!

VAL
Convulsion! Manuel - -!

WHITE FOAM bubbles from Guido’s mouth, and spills onto

Esteva’s face...he sags back onto the table, gurgling, his
head lolling...

VAL (CONT’D)
Christ!

Then he goes still as suddenly as his violent outburst began.

VAN CONT’D
Manuel, defibrillators! Now!

Manuel grabs the instruments and practically throws them to

her, she zaps her patient in the chest. He lurches, then
sinks back...she hits him again.

VAL CONT’D
Come on, come on!

He tries it again...nothing. Guido is dead as a doornail. The

eerie silence is broken as Esteva lets out a plaintive wail,
while the Farmers cluster around the door and mutter, glaring
darkly in Val’s direction.

VAL
Jesus...it was so fast.

She eyes Guido’s body, spots SOMETHING, dark and black,

lodged in his upper arm...

VAL (CONT’D)
What the hell...

She bends over the body, reaches out...and pulls a large,

serrated TOOTH from the unfortunate man’s still-warm corpse.
It’s sharp and nasty-looking, and unlike the tooth of
anything known today.

VAL (CONT’D)
Manuel, what do you suppose-?

She’s cut off as she hears a loud GURGLE...she looks up, and
sees Esteva now FOAMING at the mouth. The old lady moans and
falls over. Val dashes to her side:

VAL (CONT’D)
Manuel! Get her to the table! Move!
 7.

She looks over, and sees her Assistant suffering from the
same symptoms. He collapses as well, and Val runs to his side
now, throwing the mysterious TOOTH onto the surface of the
examination table.

VAL (CONT’D)
Manuel! Manuel! What the hell’s
happening?!

As the scene continues with Val trying to help her fallen

friend, we ZOOM in on the extracted TOOTH on the table, its
jet black, blood-coated surface gleaming sickly against the
sterile white beneath...

FADE to another TOOTH of the same variety, only ancient and

cracked with the weight of time. This TOOTH is fossilized,
and encased in a slab of 65-million-year-old rock...PULL BACK
to reveal a VOLUNTEER lying on his stomach and chipping away
at the fossil, intent of freeing it from its earthy
tomb...PULL FURTHER BACK to reveal more VOLUNTEERS, dutifully
chipping away at other, similarly embedded fossil
remains...as we examine the scene from our BIRD’S-EYE-VIEW, a
TALL, WELL-BUILT MAN enters and steps around the excavators,
carefully monitoring their process...we can only see the top
of his head, but he speaks in a FAMILIAR VOICE.

FAMILIAR VOICE
Nice work, but try using the
chisel...don’t want to crack the
bone...LARRY, what are you doing?
Take the excess rock away from the
base, then work your way up the
sides...

And PAN BACK further still to reveal we’re not out in the
desert, as expected, but sitting on a huge slab of rock which
lays in the middle of a modern-looking LABORATORY, equipped
with PALEONTOLOGICAL tools of every type. A SUPER places us:

Museum of the Rockies

Montana

Now on the ROCK SLAB, the we watch as the Man, with his back
to us, points to another Volunteer and gives him the thumbs’
up.

FAMILAR VOICE
Stan, nice job! Looks like you’re
well on the way to earning that
plush Triceratops.

STAN
Thanks, Dr. Grant!
 8.

And sure enough, the Man that we’ll recognize as DR. ALAN
GRANT, world-renowned Dinosaur-expert and occasional
adventurer, turns to the camera. Grant looks much as we
remember him, but he has a world-weariness and a sense of
loss which wasn’t there before. The lines on his face are a
bit more pronounced, his hair a bit thinner...He’s gone
through hell, and has emerged a tempered man. He sighs as
spots the MUSEUM CURATOR, DANIEL KEELING, a petty bureaucrat
with a false sense of sympathy, approaching from across the
room.

KEELING
What do ya say, Alan?

GRANT
Daniel...everything’s going
according to schedule. So far we’ve
excavated two complete skeletons,
Brachylophosaurus...and guess what,
we’ve found another Raptor.

KELLING
(feigning interest)
Oh...that’s four this year, isn’t
it?

GRANT
(also feigning interest)
Yes, but this one’s different. We
found its skeleton intertwined with
the remains of the Hadrosaurs, as
if both predator and prey were
frozen and preserved in the throws
of their final death struggle.
Maybe it was a flash flood, maybe a
volcanic eruption, or maybe the
Raptor and its intended victims
just battered the hell out of each
other so much that none of the
animals escaped alive. It’s really
rather unique, you see, and we
think there may be other animals
from the same event in the area, so
we’d like to get back into the
field as soon as the winter’s over.
Did you get the paper work back
from --

KEELING
Yeah, Alan...That’s what I’ve
actually been meaning to talk to
about...
 9.

GRANT
(concerned)
What do you mean?

KEELING
We’re not sending you into the
field this summer.

Grant scoffs, even though he could see this coming.

KEELING (CONT’D)
Or at any time in the foreseeable
future, at least for this year.

GRANT
Daniel - -

KEELING
Look Alan, I’m sorry, but
ultimately it’s not up to me. I
spoke to the Board of Trustees, and
we felt that another excavation is
a poor use of premium museum
funding...

GRANT
“Poor use”...?

KEELING
...That could be spent on more
pressing and pertinent purposes.

GRANT
Like what?

KEELING
Well, we have that new
demonstration on Native American
flute-playing.

GRANT
With all respect, I don’t think-

KEELING
Look Alan, let’s be blunt:
dinosaurs are out. You know it, I
know it, the Trustees known it. Are
you aware that attendance in the
Hall of Reptiles has dropped three-
quarters in the past three years?

GRANT
That’s an exaggeration, surely.
 10.

KEELING
It’s been heading this way for a
decade. People don’t want to pay
for admission to a history exhibit
on something that isn’t history.
But the footage coming out from
that Research Station on Isla Sorna
has the Discovery Channel set for
life.

GRANT
Well I hope they’re all enjoying
themselves.

KEELING
Look, Alan, I’m sorry it has to be
this way. And you’ll always have a
place at our Museum.

GRANT
Just not doing anything of any
importance.

KEELING
Think of this as an opportunity,
not a hindrance. Edit that new book
you’ve been working on...why not
take some time and visit Dr.
Sattler?

GRANT
So you’re not getting rid of me,
but you are getting rid of me?

KEELING
We’re doing the best we can with
the means we have, Dr. Grant...

GRANT
Can’t you go back and speak with--

KEELING
Look, this isn’t the time to debate
Museum prioritary funding issues. I
came out here to tell you, you have
visitors waiting in your office.

Grant looks over to his OFFICE WINDOW in surprise, and sure

enough, two stern, gruff-looking MEN in SUITS and SHADES sit
opposite his desk, shifting impatiently as they wait.

GRANT
Jesus, Daniel, did someone put out
a hit on me? Who are they?
 11.

KEELING
Don’t know, and I don’t want to
know. They had Federal badges...

INT. GRANT’S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS

Grant hesitantly steps into his small but highly-organized

OFFICE, diagrams of dinosaurs anatomy taped to the walls, the
entire left side of the room a plated window looking out onto
the excavation lab. The two MEN stand and study him closely
as he enters, one removing his shades and extending his hand.

AGENT DAVIS
Dr. Grant? I’m Agent Davis; my
associate, Agent Stein. US State
Department.

They flash their badges at Grant, who nods, growing

apprehensive.

GRANT
Someone siphoning plaster from the
Smithsonian?

AGENT STEIN
Dr. Grant, we have a few questions
for you in relation to your
experiences in the area of
revolutionary genetics, in
particular John Hammond and the
International Genetics Corporation.

GRANT
I was associated with InGen very
briefly, just for a few days as a
freelance consultant.

AGENT DAVIS
We’re aware of that. Dr. Grant,
have you had any recent contact
with anyone from the Hammond
Estate, or anyone formally
connected with InGen Corporation?

GRANT
None...

AGENT DAVIS
You’re sure?
 12.

GRANT
I think I’d remember another run-in
with that crazy old crank or his
cronies. The last time I spoke with
anyone connected to Hammond was
during my testimony at the InGen
Chapter 11 deposition of ‘98...

AGENT STEIN
(riffling through a stack
of papers on Grant’s
desk)
Your Curator mentioned you’re
working on a new book...?

GRANT
(snatching the papers
away)
That’s purely based on stipulation
from fossil evidence...I assure
you, everything I have to say about
what happened on those islands,
I’ve said.

AGENT DAVIS
And no one has contacted you
regarding recent developments in
Costa Rica?

Grant is getting curious and increasingly nervous with this

line of questioning.

GRANT
No. I’ve not heard anything from
anyone...

AGENT DAVIS
Including Ian Malcolm?

GRANT
If I never seen that man again,
it’ll be too soon.

Davis and Stein shoot each other brief looks. They don’t know
if they believe Grant, but it’s clear they’re not going to
get anything useful out of him. The Agents stand and shake
Grant’s hand.

AGENT DAVIS
Thank you very much for your time.

GRANT
What is this all about?
 13.

AGENT STEIN
Just an internal procedural matter,
Dr. Grant.

GRANT
And what’s happening in Costa Rica?

AGENT STEIN
Nothing, Dr. Grant. Absolutely
nothing. Which is exactly how we’d
like to keep it. Good evening.

With that, Davis and Stein briskly stride out of Grant’s

office, leaving the Paleontologist shaken and not just a
little unnerved. The look on Grant’s face says it all:
Something IS happening, and he doesn’t want to know what it
is...

EXT. JUNGLE COAST - MIDAIR - LATE AFTERNOON

We find ourselves about fifty feet above the lush treetops,

the dark green canopy mixing with the dark blue of the ocean
in the distance. An approaching BUZZING VIBRATION can be
heard, builds, permeates the scene...and a small, unmarked
WHITE HELICOPTER appears directly before us, flying for the
coast...then another, and another, and a fourth Helicopter
appear. Another SUPER informs us we’re:

Bahia Anasco

78 Miles from San Jose, Costa Rica

PAN SLIGHTLY DOWN, to reveal the ROAD through the jungle

below has been blocked off with POLICE BARRICADES, and is
GUARDED by POLICE TRUCKS and ARMED SOLDIERS. This is sure a
lot of activity for a country where there is “nothing going
on”.

INT. UNMARKED HELICOPTER - COCKPIT - CONTINUOUS

The numerous road blocks can be seen below through the clear
plexiglass bubble in the floor of the small vehicle. PAN UP
to reveal a STUFFY-LOOKING MAN of about 35, trying his
damndest not to look through the transparent floor...this is
DR. RICHARD LEVINE, THEORETICAL BIOLOGIST, arrogant,
conceited, with a relentless competitive streak, but
brilliant, and the best in his field. He sucks in a deep
breath as the helicopter bucks slightly as it turns.
 14.

In the front of the helicopter, MARTY GUITTIEREZ, ATTACHE to

the COSTA RICAN STATE DEPARTMENT, dark, intelligent, caring
yet controlled, mutters to the PILOT, then turns back to
smile at Levine, stuffed uncomfortably in the back.

GUITTIEREZ
Holding up back there, Richard?

LEVINE
I’d like to meet the schmuck who
thought it was a good idea to stick
a window in the floor of this
helicopter.

GUITTIEREZ
Don’t worry, we’re almost there.

LEVINE
Almost where?

GUITTIEREZ
Little fishing village, just a
couple more miles up the coast.
Bahia Anasco...not much of a
population, about three-hundred
people. Or used to be...

LEVINE
How many are there now?

GUITTIEREZ
None.

Levine looks taken aback at this. As the helicopter banks

again, we cut to-

EXT. UNMARKED HELICOPTER - MIDAIR - CONTINUOUS

The rear helicopter, carrying Levine and Guittierez, and the

accompanying vehicles, bank and turn sharply to the
right...we can make out the decimated remnants of simple
buildings, many of them belching thick black smoke into the
air...

EXT. BAHIA ANASCO - VILLAGE CENTER - LATE AFTERNOON

A number of simple thatched houses straddle the line between

the jungle and the sea cliffs, hunkering and dark, scored by
smoke, abandoned. Numerous COSTA RICAN SOLDIERS crisscross
the sand in HAZMAT SUITS, moving in rhythmical precision. The
entire place festers under a cloud of forboding.
 15.

The Unmarked Helicopter sets down on the sand near the surf,
while the others land further back on the beach. Levine and
Guittierez emerge, heads ducked low against the wind of the
helicopter's rotors, shouting to each other above the din as
they move through the dead village.

LEVINE
What the hell happened here?

GUITTIEREZ
Unfortunately, this is just an
example of a much larger
problem...in the past five days,
we’ve found four villages and
several remote farms just like
this...their entire populations
wiped out in 24 hours...

The men halt at a large PLASTIC TENT, filled with medical

supplies...an AFRICAN-AMERICAN MAN, mid-60’s, looks up from a
microscope and approaches them. He sports thick coke-bottle
glasses and a salt-and-pepper goatee; Centered, cultured and
soothing, exceptionally bright, this is:

GUITTIEREZ (CONT’D)
DR. EVERETT DALTON, our
EPIDEMIOLOGIST. Everett, this is
Dr. Levine, a Biology expert- -

LEVINE
(bristling)
Theoretical Biologist.

DALTON
Nice to meet you. I wish it were
under somewhat less grotesque
circumstances...

LEVINE
(impatient)
Marty, may I ask why you called me
in on this? I’m not a
microbiologist, this really isn’t
my field.

GUITTIEREZ
I’m aware.

Dalton hands a bundled HAZMAT suit to Guittierez, who in turn

hands it to Levine.

GUITTIEREZ (CONT’D)
Put this on...
 16.

LEVINE
Aren’t you being a little overly--

GUITTIEREZ
From what we can tell, the affected
populations were all killed almost
instantaneously by some sort of new
contagion, a virus which is highly
contagious and irrevocably lethal.

Levine blanches and scrambles to don the HAZMAT suit.

INT. BAHIA ANASCO - DECIMATED FARMHOUSE - MAIN ROOM

Guittierez and Levine enter the burned-out, ruined husk of a

once formally large wooden dwelling, now black and ashen.
They step around the SOLDIERS on-guard and through a large
hole in the wall, and proceed through the ruins.

GUITTIEREZ
Richard, this contagion...it’s
being spread by an animal, an
unknown species...at least we can’t
identify it. The few survivors
we’ve spoken to claim that their
villages were attacked by something
hostile, a predator from the
jungle...

LEVINE
Did they describe it? Its
appearance, dimensions...?

GUITTIEREZ
These people were lucky to get away
with their lives. They claim only a
few were killed outright by the
animals, the others all died even
though they didn’t have a mark on
them. These people are simple
farmers and fisherman, Richard, not
field researchers. They don’t take
notes...

LEVINE
Then how am I supposed to help?

GUITTIEREZ
Well, we did find this.

Guittierez stops in what was one the dining room, now wooden
scraps.
 17.

In the middle of the space is a large object, covered in a

tarp, which Guittierez grabs and dramatically unveils. Levine
sucks in a breath.

GUITTIEREZ (CONT’D)
That’s when we called you.

Levine slowly kneels beside the CORPSE of a STRANGE ANIMAL...

GUITTIEREZ (CONT’D)
The only physical evidence of these
animals we’ve found so far.

Levine hushes the other man and studies the creature

intently. The corpse is heavy and bloated, obviously of a
LARGE REPTILIAN, WHITE WITH BLACK STRIPES, possibly BIPEDAL,
oozing liquids from its offices...the body of a VIRAL
CARRIER, decomposing unnaturally. Levine runs his gloved
hands over the carcass.

LEVINE
Skins definitely seems to be
scaled, but the posture looks
avian...

Levine pulls a small DIGITAL CAMERA from his pocket, attaches

a USB FLASH DRIVE, starts snapping pictures.

LEVINE (CONT’D)
Long immobile tail, probably held
off the ground...taloned
forearms...

Levine examines the feet, which terminate in a huge,

OPPOSABLE KILLING CLAW.

LEVINE (CONT’D)
And very-taloned hind legs...

He moves to the animal’s head, pulls back the gums; the

large, vicious teeth look familar. Levine snaps a few more
pictures.

LEVINE (CONT’D)
Definitely not an herbivore.

Guittierez isn’t happy with this description.

GUITTIEREZ
Doesn’t sound like it could be an
exotic alligator or Komodo Dragon?
 18.

LEVINE
Not even close. Is that what you
thought it was?

GUITTIEREZ
I’d hoped.

LEVINE
Think older. And meaner. Marty, I’d
definitely have to classify this in
the Ornithiscia category of
reptilian- -

But he’s unable to finish voicing his revelation as sudden

SHOUTING in SPANISH emerge from outside; Levine takes out his
flash drive and pockets it as several ARMED SOLDIERS in
HAZMAT suits burst into the room, all screaming orders in
Spanish, and pushing Levine and Guittierez towards the exit.

LEVINE (CONT’D)
Marty, what is this? I’m in the
middle of--
(to Soldier)
Hey, take your hands off me! I’m an
American, damn it!

A Soldier grabs Levine’s camera and throws it to the ground,

stomping it to pieces.

LEVINE (CONT’D)
HEY! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOUR DOING?!
That’s an expensive piece of
equipment! I’m an American, you
can’t just--

GUITTIEREZ
Richard, SHUT-UP!

The Soldiers herd Levine and Guittierez away, as two OTHERS

step towards the carcass with FLAMETHROWERS.

LEVINE
NO!

But it’s too late, as the Soldiers fire turrets of flame onto
the carcass, which is engulfed in fire and snaps and cracks
as it burns away. Levine is devastated.

LEVINE (CONT’D)
Goddammit, that was a significant
scientific find.

GUITTIEREZ
Well, there goes our evidence.
 19.

The fire blazes, a reddish hue cast upon the blackened walls,
while in the flames, the burning carcass withers like a dying
dragon.

INT. UNMARKED HELICOPTER - COCKPIT - EVENING

In the gathering darkness, Levine and Guittierez sit in

contemplation as they speed back towards San Jose.

GUITTIEREZ
I’m sorry, Levine. The Military’s
been rather over-zealous...they
think they can stem the contagion
through incineration. I’d argued
for them to hold off on destroying
the specimen until you’d
arrived...I didn’t know they’d take
my request literally.

LEVINE
They’re burning everything?

GUITTIEREZ
Anything in the vicinity of these
attacks...the government’s anxious
to prevent this from spreading
further. Particularly to spare
what’s left of the tourist
season...

LEVINE
Charming.

GUITTIEREZ
Be kind to them, it’s the country’s
largest source of revenue.

LEVINE
Looks like you’re attracting the
wrong kind of tourist...

GUITTIEREZ
These animals have appeared in
secluded habitations in a fifty-
mile radius. The government's
calling them “aberrant forms”...the
Locals just call them “demons”...

LEVINE
Demons are mythological. These are
very real.
 20.

GUITTIEREZ
Do you know what they are?

LEVINE
Not exactly.

He pulls out the USB FLASH DRIVE from his pocket, and
considers it thoughtfully.

LEVINE (CONT’D)
But I know someone who may...

With this, CHEESY, SYNTHESIZED MUSIC blares on the

SOUNDTRACK...

CLOSE-UP: TELEVISION MONITORS

We find ourselves before a WALL of TELEVISION SCREENS, many

tuned into various NEWS CHANNELS...on one monitor, a NEWS
ANCHOR practically shouts to the audience in a faux-excited
manner, along with accompanying visuals.

NEWS ANCHOR
...At the top of the hour, Crisis
in Costa Rica! Varying fragmented
reports have come streaming in of a
viral pandemic appearing in South
America...

PAN to another MONITOR, which shows a DIFFERENT but SIMILAR

NEWS REPORT.

NEWS ANCHOR #2
...Signs of a devastating plague
affecting hundreds in Costa Rica,
with reports that the Red Cross is
already mobilizing...

PAN to a THIRD MONITOR, where on CNN WOLF BLITZER is

interviewing a CULTURED, REFINED GENTLEMAN, early-60’s,
obviously EDUCATED and WELL-MANNERED, with a slight lilting
SOUTHERN ACCENT, but also a little INTIMIDATING, perhaps due
to the shock of WHITE streaking through his otherwise BLACK
HAIR. The CAPTION on the bottom of the screen identifies him
as FREDERICK STIEGER.

STIEGER
...Shows a complete and utter
disregard for any semblance of
responsibility.
 21.

WOLF BLITZER
And what about your COMPANY’S
properties in Costa Rica, have they
been aversely effected?

SEIEGER
I’m glad to say that none of our
staff in the region have manifested
any sign of this new virus as of
yet, but we feel deeply for the
local populations’ plight, and will
do everything in our power to
alleviate...

PULL and PAN BACK from the wall of monitors to find ourselves
in:

INT. MODERN TV STUDIO - LOS ANGELES - DAY

Several technicians observe various displays and screens in

the CONTROL ROOM, beyond which is a large and expensive-
looking TALKSHOW SET, complete with LIVE AUDIENCE. The
TALKSHOW HOST, JAMES TUCKER, is typical HOLLYWOOD BS, slick,
sleazy, too-cool-for-the-room; beside him sits his CURRENT
GUEST, TALL, POWERFUL, with greying BLACK HAIR and a
CONFIDENT EXPRESSION, possibly a bit TOO CONFIDENT; this is
DR. IAN MALCOLM, who upon being proven sane to the world in
the aftermath of the San Diego Incident, has retained some of
his “hipster-doofus” attitude he exhibited when we first met,
although he is still more mature, older and wiser. A
commercial break is just ending, and the AD counts down for
the men as lights flash on the side of SET.

TALKSHOW AD
And you’re on in 3, 2, 1...

Tucker springs to animated life.

TUCKER
And welcome back to “Happening
Now”, we’re here with Dr. Ian
Malcolm, currently in town working
as an Advisor on the new Universal
film “Jurassic Park: The True Story
of Prehistoric Terror”, starring
Harrison Ford, Juliet Binoche, and
I believe Vincent D'Onofrio is
playing you in the film?

MALCOLM
I believe that’s correct.
 22.

TUCKER
Now, Dr. Malcolm, forgive my
forwardness, but if I barely
escaped from two islands crawling
with ferocious, man-eating
dinosaurs, I wouldn’t exactly be
anxious to relive the experience
everyday on a movie set! Are they
really paying you enough for that?

MALCOLM
It’s not about the money, James.
It’s important that people know and
understand what happened,
especially so that it never happens
again. Genetics has emerged as the
most powerful scientific innovation
of the past century, surpassing
even the atomic bomb in terms of
sheer destructive potential. Its
use needs to be carefully
controlled accordingly.

TUCKER
It’s really that dangerous? ‘Cause
I’ve seen some stuff on YouTube,
and I think that might cause the
end of life as know it.

MALCOLM
I can’t argue with you there.
Although I’d have to say that
Twitter could send our universe to
the edge of chaos.

The Audience laughs too loudly.

TUCKER
Alright, let’s take some calls for
Dr. Malcolm, he’ll take your
questions at 1-310-555-6117. TRUDY,
you’re on the line.

A FEMALE VOICE is piped in through the set’s SPEAKERS.

TRUDY
(OS)
Hi, Dr. Malcolm, I’m a big fan,
I’ve read all of your books.

MALCOLM
A true sign of chaos at work.

The Audience cracks up again.

 23.

TRUDY
(OS)
Dr. Malcolm, I was just wondering,
you’ve said that all the crappy
stuff that happened at Jurassic
Park was caused by sabotage...so if
that Nerdy guy hadn’t turned off
the security systems, wouldn’t the
park have succeeded and opened to
the public?

MALCOLM
No, and let me be perfectly clear
on this: Jurassic Park, like all
systems created using faulty
reasoning, was inherently unstable.
Meaning, that even if NEDRY hadn’t
shut off the power, then the
“attractions” that inhabited the
park would have broken out some
other way; it was only a matter of
time. In fact, it’s probably
ultimately fortunate that the Park
broke down when it did, as there
weren’t any tourists present at the
time...

TUCKER
Still, I’d have loved to send my ex-
wide to Jurassic Park for
Christmas. Thanks, Trudy. KARL,
what’s your question?

KARL
(OS)
Hi, James. Dr. Malcolm, I wanted to
know if you thought the new virus
in Costa Rica had anything to do
with InGen’s experiments down
there?

MALCOLM
My guess would be, probably so.
Even years after Jurassic Park was
shut down and the science found
unsafe, there will be repercussions
rippling down through time stemming
from the original event; a
“resonance of chaos”, let’s say.
What happening in Costa Rica is a
perfect example of a mathematical
phenomenon called “Gambler’s Ruin”;
(MORE)
 24.
MALCOLM (CONT'D)
you see it everywhere, in baseball,
in the stock market, in military
occupations. Once uncontrollable
chaos is introduced into a
situation, there’s no point of
return; once things get bad, they
tend to stay bad. Bad things
cluster and go to hell together...

TUCKER
(trying to lighten the
mood)
Sounds like the date I had last
Friday. Okay, thanks for your call
Karl. Richard, you’re on “Happening
Now”, go ahead.

LEVINE
(OS)
Ian, this is Dr. Richard Levine,
down here is Costa Rica...as I’m
sure you’re probably heard, things
aren’t exactly going well in our
tropical paradise.

Malcolm’s eyes widen as he anticipates what’s coming.

LEVINE (CONT’D)
I’m here with a representative from
the Costa Rican government...

GUITTIEREZ
(OS)
Hello, Dr. Malcolm...

LEVINE
And we were wondering if you’d be
available to lend us your expertise
on a matter of extreme urgency and -
-

Malcolm’s eyes bulge and he leaps from his chair!

MALCOLM
OH, NO! NO!

And he flees from the set. Tucker looks momentarily stunned,

then smiles a toothy grin at the camera, while frantically
gesturing with his off-screen hand to the Crew.

TUCKER
Now you don’t have to spend $15 to
see the movie!
 25.

INT. MALCOLM’S HOTEL ROOM - LATER

Malcolm, having recovered from his initial panic, has settled

into his richly decorated HOTEL SUIT and is conferring with
Levine on his LAPTOP; Levine’s troubled features are visible
on a VIDEO CHAT on the right of the screen, while blurry
PICTURES of the aberrant form from Bahia Anasco appear on the
left.

LEVINE
Do you have any idea what this
animals is?

Malcolm studies the photos forlornly.

MALCOLM
No...

LEVINE
You’re sure? You never saw any
species matching this appearance on
either of the two islands? Think
Ian, this is important.

MALCOLM
Richard, I’m sure.

LEVINE
Damn it. I’d thought we’ve
pinpointed the source of this
disease...

He signs, then looks squarely at Malcolm.

LEVINE (CONT’D)
Even so, I’d like to retain your
services for our RESPONSE
TASKFORCE. The Costa Rican State
Department’s bringing in a number
of people to try and halt this
before it gets any worse, and I’d
like you to come down here. I
promise you’d not be put in any
danger.

MALCOLM
Richard, I finally get my life back
together, my career and my health
finally on-track, and you want me
to go back to running around some
South American jungle? Forget it,
it’s out of the question.
 26.

LEVINE
Ian-

MALCOLM
No! I’m not a medical expert.

LEVINE
Ian, we didn’t contact you about
the virus. The contagion is being
spread by these animals, these
“aberrant forms”, and Ian...they’re
dinosaurs. That’s all they can be.
They might not be InGen’s, but
they’re definitely not of this
century.

MALCOLM
Well, I’m not an expert on
dinosaurs either.

LEVINE
No, just at surviving them.

Guittierez appears on the Video Chat next to Levine.

GUITTIEREZ
Dr. Malcolm? I’m Marty Guittierez,
and I’m authorised to request your
involvement on our team by the
Costa Rican government. Please, Dr.
Malcolm, if this is dinosaur-
related, you ARE one of the
foremost experts in dealing with
the living, breathing versions of
these things on the planet. People
here are being killed, Dr. Malcolm.
Families...entire villages...and if
we don’t find the source of these
animals and the virus they’re
carrying, we could be looking at a
world-wide epidemic of devastating
proportions.

Malcolm just stares darkly at the computer screen...they’re

wearing down his resolve...

MALCOLM
Richard, when I used to say you
were going to drive me to hang
myself, I didn’t know I meant it.

Malcolm terminates the Video Chat, stares bleakly into space

and heaves a deep sigh. Malcolm’s ASSISTANT, a TALL BLONDE,
watches with concern from the living room door.
 27.

JESSICA
Dr. Malcolm?

MALCOLM
Well, I guess I’ve gone long enough
without a total disaster.
Jess...book the next available
flight to Costa Rica.

JESSICA
I’ll call SAM at United.

MALCOLM
No, their food was horrendous last
time. Call Jet Blue.

EXT. QUIET SUBURBAN STREET - OUTSIDE BOZEMAN, MONTANA - NIGHT

Grant’s old CADILLAC crawls down the otherwise empty streets,

dark houses on either side sitting as still and silent as a
tomb.

INT. GRANT’S CADILLAC - CONTINUOUS

Grant, tired and a little drunk, drives down the rainy

street, not in any hurry to get home. He turns on the RADIO:

RADIO NEWS ANCHOR

Continuing reports from the Red
Cross, which arrived in the country
in full force today--

And snaps it off again. He’s not in the mood. He looks out
the window, and tries to place a LONG, DARK SEDAN parked on
the curb that he doesn’t recognize.

EXT. GRANT’S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS

Grant pulls up to small, unassuming CONTEMPORARY tucked into

the corner of a cul-de-sac. He parks, pulls his briefcase
from the back, and heads for the front door...but when he
gets there, he pauses...the door is OPEN about an inch, the
dark of the night merging with darkness from
inside...definitely not how he left it. Grant is getting
nervous, considers calling the police, but doesn’t want to
seem alarmist. He shakes his head, draws in a deep breath,
pushes the door open, and silently steps inside.
 28.

INT. GRANT’S HOUSE - MAIN FOYER - CONTINUOUS

Grant cautiously enters, slightly silhouetted by the NIGHT

LIGHTS from outside.

GRANT
Hello? Hello...?

Nothing. He goes to a COAT RACK near the door, grabs a heavy

UMBRELLA, and slowly creeps forward, holding the object at
the ready as if he were being home-invaded by a hailstorm.

IN THE HALLWAY, GRANT STEPS SOFTLY FORWARD,

Growing increasingly uneasy in the silence. The only sound is

his ragged breath and the clock TICKING in the DEN. Then, he
hears a slight RUMBLING noise from UPSTAIRS, INSIDE the
BEDROOM...Grant swallows, peers up the stairs, considers
bolting, thinks better of it. He creeps

UP THE STAIRS,

The rug masking his movements, comes to the BEDROOM door,

takes a long breath...and leaps into the BEDROOM, brandishing
the umbrella above his head...but the noise is only a PIPE
banging in the wall. Grant lowers the umbrella, embarrassed,
lets out his breath...and is CLOBBERED from behind, SOMEONE
whacking him in the back of the head...Grant groans and spins
around, only to find a MEATY FIST, ADORNED with a LONG PALE
SCAR, coming directly for his face! The ATTACKER, mostly
unseen in the darkness, grapples with Grant, kicking him in
the chest. Grant staggers up, tries to get the MAN in a
headlock, but the ATTACKER throws him off, turns to ANOTHER
MAN who emerges from the DOORWAY opposite Grant’s Bedroom,
from inside his HOME OFFICE.

ATTACKER
(In a thick DUTCH accent)
Get the files! Get the files!

Grant manages to punch the First man in the face, who grunts
heavily, and Grant staggers into the OFFICE, to find the
SECOND MAN stuffing the rest of Grant’s files into a case,
the rest having already been removed from the overturned desk
and opened filing cabinets. Grant lunges for the SECOND
ATTACKER, punches him in the chest, but the man hardly feels
it and slams his hand into Grant’s face, knocking him back.
The first Attacker runs in.

ATTACKER (CONT’D)
Get out of here!
 29.

SECOND ATTACKER
(referring to Grant)
What about him?

ATTACKER
He won’t talk.

The Second Attacker takes the case with Grant’s files and
flees; Grant tries to go after him, but the Attacker pulls
him back and throws him into the wall.

ATTACKER (CONT’D)
Where are you going, vriendin?

He punches Grant in the stomach, the other man gasping and

hunching over.

ATTACKER (CONT’D)
Don’t want to play?

He thrusts Grant back against the wall, hits him again,

again.

ATTACKER (CONT’D)
You have to play!

The Attacker keeps pummeling Grant, who sinks to the floor,

raising his hand in ineffectual defense. The Attacker laughs
sadistically, but then goes slack as there’s an electric
ZAPPING noise. The ATTACKER keels over, revealing another
SHADOWY MAN behind, hefting a STUN GUN.

SHADOWY MAN
Game over.

The MAN flicks on the lights; Grant blinks in the sudden

brightness, and stares up at his SAVIOR, A 35-YEAR-OLD MAN
BUILT like a BULL, POWERFUL, but RELAXED and FRIENDLY,
SUPREMELY CONFIDANT in his own abilities. This is:

KALLOS
Dr. Grant? GORDON KALLOS. The door
was open...are you alright?

He carefully pulls a shaky Grant to his feet.

KALLOS (CONT’D)
We’d better get you to a hospital.

GRANT
(gasping for breath)
You go...everywhere with a stun
gun?
 30.

KALLOS
Can’t be too careful.

GRANT
Evidently.

Grant looks in dismay to his now mostly-empty OFFICE,

stripped of almost everything.

GRANT (CONT’D)
(raspy)
All my files...my book! MY BOOK!

KALLOS
Looks like I got here just in time.

Grant studies his rescuer sceptically.

GRANT
And just who the hell ARE you?

Kallos flashes Grant a big grin.

KALLOS
I work for John Hammond, Dr.
Grant...

He pulls out a PAIR of AIRPLANE TICKETS and hands them to the

dazed scientist.

KALLOS (CONT’D)
And he’d like to meet with you as
soon as possible.

Grant groans and holds his head in his hands...out of the

frying pan and into the fire.

INT. HOSPITAL - PRIVATE ROOM - NIGHT

A BEATEN Grant steps through the door into a STARK AND

STERILE HOSPITAL BEDROOM, the floor and walls antiseptic BLUE
AND WHITE. Grant looks worse for the wear after the encounter
in the last scene: his head is bandaged, and he has a brace
around his left arm. But Grant is looking OFF-CAMERA to
SOMEONE in even worse shape: PAN to reveal a VERY OLD AND
DILAPIDATED JOHN HAMMOND, his years finally weighing down on
him, his once vibrant energy drained, an IV connected to his
arm, several thick pillows the only thing keeping him propped
up in bed. A NURSE in the corner keeps a watchful eye on the
ancient gentleman...despite Grant’s consternation at recent
events, he finds it hard to stay mad at Hammond, who is
obviously at the end of his life. Hammond coughs and peers at
Grant, lightly waves him closer.
 31.

HAMMOND
Alan...Alan my boy, you made it.
It’s...delightful to see you again
after all this time...

Hammond coughs, speaking taking its toll on him.

GRANT
I’ve had quite an interesting week,
Mr. Hammond...whatever’s happening
in Costa Rica, it’s brought me some
unusual attention.

HAMMOND
Nothing untoward, I hope.

GRANT
You could say that.

HAMMOND
I’m sorry, then. I’m sorry for all
the trouble I’ve caused, for you
and everyone else. And I never told
you how sorry I was about what
happened at the Park...how things
ended between us...

GRANT
Yes, well...things have a way of
not turning out the way we planned.

HAMMOND
Tell me, my boy...our most basic
decisions effect the path of our
lives in unforeseeable ways. My
plan to bring forth those
magnificent creatures from the dawn
of creation...my prevailing
dream...has become a nightmare for
humanity.

GRANT
I don’t see how what you attempted
could be related to what’s going on
right now...

HAMMOND
But I do...

He weakly gestures Grant closer again, preparing to relay

important information. Grant hesitates, doesn’t want to hear
it.
 32.

HAMMOND (CONT’D)
Alan, my FEW FRIENDS in the Costa
Rican government, tell me that this
disease in Costa Rica, is being
spread through an animal, an
unknown species, perhaps more than
one, alien and obscure to them. One
of them...a bipedal predator, both
reptilian, and bird-like...

GRANT
Oh, no...

HAMMOND
I assure you, I feel the same way.
I never wanted any of this to
happen...so much pain, so much
death, because of me. This will be
my legacy.

GRANT
Where could they be coming from?

HAMMOND
I have my suspicions...when we were
building the Park, InGen had a
highly-advanced facility --

GRANT
On Isla Nublar...

HAMMOND
In the Five Deaths Island Chain...

GRANT
Was it on Isla Sorna?

HAMMOND
ISLA MATANCEROS.

GRANT
(throwing up his hands in
disbelief)
SHIT!!!

HAMMOND
When we began breeding our
attractions, we initially hatched a
number of species which never made
it to Nublar...at the early
developmental stage, we found these
animals were too...resistant to
introduction into a Park setting...
 33.

GRANT
They were too dangerous, you mean?

HAMMOND
We realized that they would never
be controllable in the manner that
we had hoped...but my Partner,
NORMAN ATHERTON, the true brains
behind the operation, convinced the
Board of Directors that these
animals were too unique and
precious to be destroyed. SITE C
was established on Isla Matanceros
as a RESEARCH STATION, where our
scientists could study these
incredible creatures in highly-
fortified field outposts...

GRANT
I can’t believe it...

HAMMOND
On the island, we also kept SAMPLES
of the animals’ GENETIC MATERIAL,
maintained in cold storage at a DNA
PROCESSING LAB, in a hope to
discover how to modify the
dinosaur’s genetic code to make
them trainable, more docile.

Despite Hammond’s feeble condition, Grant is getting angry.

GRANT
I knew you were reckless, but I
didn’t know how far you’d pervert
life for your own means.

HAMMOND
Please, Alan...this is all far
behind us...

GRANT
But it isn’t, is it?

Hammond lowers his eyes, unable to meet Grant’s gaze.

HAMMOND
No...I believe someone has taken
the DNA SAMPLES from Isla
Matanceros, and is using them to
breed this new strain of
dinosaurian life...
 34.

GRANT
Oh, Jesus.

HAMMOND
It’s the only way...Nublar is
barren rock, and Sorna is fully
staffed by a regular science team,
guarded by a fleet of Navy
Destroyers. But my remaining eyes
in South American have told me that
there has been in ordinate amount
of activity around Site C, and I’ve
even heard unconfirmed reports of
excursions to the island, by armed
expeditions...

GRANT
Even here, Mr. Hammond, you still
seem to stay up-to-date...

Hammond becomes intensely sincere

HAMMOND
Alan...I can’t let it end this way.
I won’t allow my dream, my wish to
fill the hearts of children with
happiness...to be perverted, as you
put it, into something dreadful...

GRANT
It was already something dreadful,
you just didn’t have the will to
see it.

HAMMOND
But my eyes are finally fully
open...

Hammond leans over to the NIGHT TABLE, and picks up an

EXTERNAL HARD DRIVE.

HAMMOND (CONT’D)
This is all the information I have
on Site C...please, Alan, I need
someone to go down to Costa Rica
and make sure that the nightmare
finally ends. I know that the local
Government is putting together a
Response Team, but they’ve cut me
out...all I need is for someone to
find out what is really going on,
and tell me...tell me what I’ve
unleashed on the world this time.
(MORE)
 35.
HAMMOND (CONT’D)
And please, tell me they’ve found a
way to stop it.

Hammond is so pained, so pathetic, that Grant’s anger

dissipates.

GRANT
“Someone” being me...

HAMMOND
I can’t think of anyone better. You
saved my GRANDCHILDREN’s lives...if
anyone can find out what’s
happening in Costa Rica, it’s you.

GRANT
Mr. Hammond--

But Hammond cuts him off with another VIOLENT FIT of

coughing, his chest heaving...a CONCERNED, LOVING WOMEN in
her 50’s comes rushing in, as the Nurse also appears at
Hammond’s beside. The Nurse hands him a glass of water, while
the Woman, HELENA MURPHY, HAMMOND’S DAUGHTER, speaks
soothingly.

HELENA MURPHY
Dad! Take it easy, breath now..

Hammond sinks back in his bed, exhausted. Grant’s heart

breaks for the once lively, exuberant man...He looks to
Helena.

GRANT
Your father knows how to get what
he wants.

HELENA MURPHY
Be kind to him, Dr. Grant. He’s
repentant...it’s all he has left
now.

Grant nods, and takes the Hard Drive from Hammond’s bedside.

OUTSIDE HAMMOND’S HOSPITAL ROOM,

Grant emerges to find Gordon Kallos leaning against the wall,

nonchalantly waiting for him.

KALLOS
Can I take you’ll be joining my
team, Dr. Grant?

Grant nods sullenly.

 36.

KOLLOS
Terrific.

Grant strides down the hall, Kollos falling into step beside
him.

KOLLOS (CONT’D)
Oh by the way, I’ve been touch with
the Bozeman Police Department.
Apparently, our beefy friend that
assaulted you in your house? He’s
been bailed out.

GRANT
What? I was going to press charges.

KOLLOS
A fact that seems to have
conveniently slipped their mind.

GRANT
Who bailed him out?

KOLLOS
Interestingly, one Frederick
Stieger.

GRANT
Who?

KOLLOS
CEO of STEIGERTECH, the most
powerful GENETICS COMPANY in the
world...not even the UN can touch
them.

GRANT
Great. Now I get to deal with
another Dr. Frankenstein...

Grant and Kollos continue down the hallway and OFF-CAMERA.

EXT. SAN JOSE, COSTA RICA - MIDAIR - EARLY MORNING

A WHITE, MODIFIED CESSNA 210 glides over the modern, bustling

CAPITAL CITY OF COSTA RICA, heading for a landing at an
AIRPORT below, the rising sunlight sparkling off the glass-
and-metal aircraft as it descends. A SUPER fills us in:

San Jose International Airport

Costa Rica
 37.

EXT. SAN JOSE INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT - CONTINUOUS

The Cessna lands effortlessly and taxies to a stop. The cabin

door pops open, and a tired and harried-looking Malcolm
trundles down the steps; he’s met by Levine and Guittierez.

LEVINE
Ian, glad you could make it...

MALCOLM
I’m not.

LEVINE
At least try to contain your
sparkling personality until we’ve
started working, Ian.

Guittierez extends his hand, which Malcolm shakes

unenthusiastically.

GUITTIEREZ
Dr. Malcolm, I’m Marty Guittierez,
Attache to the Costa Rican State
Department. I’m sure your expertise
will be invaluable to us. And I
hope your stay in our country ends
better than the last two occasions.

MALCOLM
That wouldn’t be very hard.

As the Cessna begins to pull away, Levine waves to the PILOT,

a STERN-LOOKING MAN with a STEEL-GREY MUSTACHE. This is DR.
JACK THORNE, AKA DOC THORNE: a MATERIAL ENGINEER, Respected
and practical-minded, very world-weary with little patience
for foolishness, a crippled romantic who thinks in "shades of
grey" as opposed to absolutes.

LEVINE
Doc, just pick up the new forensic
equipment and we’ll see you at C&C!

THORNE
Should be back in an hour.

AN AIDE runs up to Guittierez, hands him a NOTE; He scans it,

his face darkens.

GUITTIEREZ
We’d better get back...it’s
spreading.
 38.

INT. EMERGENCY MEDICAL CENTER, SAN JOSE - DAY

It’s a scene of absolute PANDEMONIUM: The bright white

chamber filled with HUNDREDS of WAILING, SICKENED COSTA
RICANS, and SOME of OTHER NATIONALITIES: MEN, WOMEN, and
CHILDREN of all AGES, occupying COTS densely packed together,
filling the space from one wall to another. Screams and cries
fill the air; occasionally, a PATIENT will double-over and
spill bubbling foam from their mouth, and MEDICAL AIDES and
DOCTORS in Hazmat suits will carry the victim away to
ISOLATION, while the surrounding cots are hurriedly cleared
as well. RED CROSS WORKERS and VOLUNTEERS tend to the flow of
NEW PATIENTS being brought in through the front doors.

The entire operation is overseen by HEINRICH KUROUX, an

opulent, decedent RED CROSS OFFICIAL, about 60 and SWISS.
Valerie is among the Doctors scrambling to tend to the dead
and dying...the look on her face says it all: it’s a living
hell. PAN OVER to the OBSERVATION ROOM, where Malcolm,
Levine, Dalton, and Guittierez are among those watching the
proceedings with consternation from behind thick glass.

IN THE OBSERVATION ROOM:

The team watches in concern, while behind, UN WORKERS AND RED

CROSS DOCTORS run tests and studies on computers and with
advanced medical equipment, searching feverishly for a cure.
Our Team is joined by TED SAYLES, A UN CRISIS INVESTIGATOR:
about 35, both a MAN’S MAN and a LADY’S MAN, CHARISMATIC AND
SMOOTH, but BRIGHT AND QUICK-WITTED.

SAYLES
A new influx of Patients began
while you were at the airport.
There are reports of another
settlement being effected: Perla de
Océano, a port town on the
Pacific...

GUITTIEREZ
Perla de Océano...there’s a heavy
concentration of marine traffic
that goes through there, right?

SAYLES
And an American company’s oil rig
right off the coast. Not a good
sign if the contagion begins to
manifest in such a densely
populated area.

LEVINE
It’s moving towards San Jose.
 39.

SAYLES
What’s more, we’ve had simultaneous
reports of the outbreak being
initiated by a new species, a
hostile organism which attached
from the sea.

Levine looks to Malcolm.

LEVINE
Looks like you might making your
contribution sooner than we
thought, Ian.

MALCOLM
How about I don’t and say I did?

GUITTIEREZ
I think it’s worth our looking
into. I’ll make the arrangements...

Guittierez turns away, phone in hand. Meanwhile, as the

Emergency Room Staff change shifts, Valerie bursts into the
room and runs to the water cooler, slightly pale from the
long hours in a Hazmat suit, and the high tension of
attempting in vain to thwart the disaster.

VAL
I don’t know how much more I can
take, Ted...it’s every doctor’s
worst nightmare down there.

SAYLES
(by way of introduction,
to Malcolm)
This is Dr. Valerie Thomas. She’s
the Physician who first identified
the contagion.

VAL
And one of the first to lose
someone close to them to the
virus...my Assistant, Manuel...

Everett Dalton looks up from a computer display.

DALTON
Since then we’ve lost hundreds.
We’ve all suffered.

MALCOLM
And they still haven’t made any
progress on a vaccine?
(MORE)
 40.
MALCOLM (CONT'D)
Unbelievable...you must have
hundreds of medical staff working
on this by now.

DALTON
(defensive)
In order to counter the viral
strain, we have to know what it is,
which we don’t. This is the most
resilient organism I’ve ever seen
in thirty-five years of
epidemiology. It mutates to resist
anything we throw at
it...antibiotics, radioactive
isotopes...zero effect.

VAL
That’s right. This thing is self-
replicating and self-sustaining.
From what we can ascertain, these
“aberrant forms” aren’t effected by
the contagion, acting as carriers,
or “Typhoid Mary’s”, or something
similar. But the virus lives in the
animals’ systems, and when they
bites a mammalian victim, the virus
is transferred through salvia...

DALTON
Or any bodily fluid.

VAL
Right. Blood, tears, anything...and
jumps species into the new host,
proceeds to spread like wildfire
through the human population. It
exhibits a remarkable level of
adaptability...in fact, it’s more
durable than anything in nature.
There’s a perfectness, an
artificiality to its make-up that’s
highly disturbing.

MALCOLM
You’re saying this thing is
engineered?

DALTON
It’s possible.

VAL
More than that, it’s probable.
Where else could it have come from?
 41.

MALCOLM
My God in Heaven...Gambler’s Ruin
in typical display...

The others look at him quizzically, but before he can

explain, Guittierez rejoins the group, animated.

GUITTIEREZ
Alright, let’s move. Doc Thorne’ll
be back shortly, and I have
clearance to take a unit out to
Perla de Océano.

VAL
I’m coming with you.

GUITTIEREZ
Dr. Thomas, I don’t think - -

VAL
I was there at the beginning of
this thing...I want to see for
myself what’s killing all these
people.

Guittierez nods...it’s clear from her demeanor that she won’t

be persuaded otherwise.

GUITTIEREZ
Alright. Let’s get moving.

MALCOLM
Time for a field trip, kids! Don’t
tell your parents, they’ll have a
coronary.

EXT. SAN JOSE COMMAND & CONTROL - MORNING

Guittierez’s Taskforce assembles before a MASSIVE, SLEEK,

GLASS-AND-STEEL TOWER, rising up forty stories into the air.
This is the COMMAND & CONTROL (C&C) CENTER, recently-
converted by the UN into their Base of Operations for the
duration of the crisis. Guittierez, Malcolm, Levine, Val,
Dalton, and Thorne are preparing to set out in four HEAVILY-
MODIFIED, HIGH-TECH HUMMER H3’s, built by Jack Thorne, along
with a TEAM of RED CROSS DOCTORS and COSTA RICAN SOLDIERS.

GUITTIEREZ
(Giving orders to the
Soldiers)
Have the extraction units on stand-
by to evacuate remaining civilians
from the area...
 42.

Suddenly, the team’s efforts are interrupted by LOUD

SHOUTING, and a COMMOTION from the other side of the
street...several SOLDIERS attempt to push a man back away
from the C&C, but he plows through them, as we can make out
Grant’s voice rising above the shouting.

GRANT
Let me through...I just want to
talk to them...

Grant shoulders his way past the Soldiers, and comes face-to-
face with the Investigative Taskforce, including:

MALCOLM
Grant! Dr. Alan Grant!

Grant seems Malcolm standing before him, and his face falls.

GRANT
Oh, terrific. As if my week
couldn’t get any worse.

Malcolm is highly bemused at this unexpected turn of events;

Grant is just annoyed.

MALCOLM
Is that any way to talk to any old
friend?

GRANT
We were never friends; we were
nemesis, Malcolm.

MALCOLM
Come on, call me Ian!

GRANT
No.

MALCOLM
How’s Ellie, by the way?

GRANT
Shut-up.

GUITTIEREZ
Dr. Malcolm, who is this man?

But Levine knows:

LEVINE
(excitedly)
Dr. Alan Grant!
(MORE)
 43.
LEVINE (CONT'D)
Survivor of the original Isla
Nublar Incident, and that “Kirby
Disaster” of 2001...

GUITTIEREZ
You’re that Grant? We tried to
contact you for inclusion on the
team, your Museum didn’t know where-
-

GRANT
Yeah, I’ve been travelling.

MALCOLM
(still bemused)
Alan, I’d love to reminisce, but
we’re actually just on our way out,
to try and figure out just what the
hell is going on.

GRANT
I’m here for the same reason. And I
need to speak with whoever is
running the investigation.

GUITTIEREZ
We’re committed to a situation in
the field. But you’re welcome to
join us, if you wish...

GRANT
I think I’ll take you up on that.

MALCOLM
Oh good, the more the merrier.

GUITTIEREZ
(to Grant)
I’ll brief you on the way.
(to his team)
Let’s move out!

The assorted Scientists and Soldiers begin climb into their

Hummers. Malcolm smiles broadly at Grant.

MALCOLM
It’s nice to know that I won’t be
descending back into the Rex’s nest
with ONLY a bunch of neophytes.

Grant shoots him a dark look.

 44.

GRANT
You sure settled back into
bothering me easily, didn’t you?

EXT. ROAD TO PERLA DE OCÉANO - DAY - BIRD’S EYE VIEW

The Investigative Taskforce’s convoy of Hummers moves through

the jungle, which thins as they reach the edge of a
SETTLEMENT: the afore-mentioned PORT TOWN, modern and
industrialized, curving in a horse-shoe shape around a large,
blue BAY on the PACIFIC, sparkling in the sunlight as if
unaware of the deadly seriousness of the day. Overhead, white
HELICOPTERS wheel and hover as they observe the area below,
while in the bay, numerous WATER TRAFFIC can be made out
fleeing from the town and the MARINA in a frenzied mass
exodus.

EXT. PERLA DE OCEANO - DOCKS - CONTINUOUS

The convoy pulls up to the edge of the BAY, before the

massive Marina where dozens of boats continue to stream out
in seeming panic, and the networks of wooden docks suspended
over the surf by thick supports. Still more FISHERMAN and
TOURISTS scramble across the DOCKS and into their vessels
tied up along side, carrying luggage and calling to each
other hurriedly. A group of LOCAL POLICEMEN watch the scene
from the Docks, but don’t show any inclination of interfering
or assisting in any way. The Hummers halt on the road
alongside the Docks, and Guittierez leaps forward into the
fray, furious. Grant follows and looks on in concern.

GUITTIEREZ
What the hell is this? Who’s in
charge here?!

A GRUFF, AMBIVALENT POLICE OFFICER with a lazy eye spits out

a gnarled toothpick and saunters over to Guittierez, his
fellow Officers following.

CAPT. GANDOCA
I’m the Officer in charge. Who the
hall are you?

GUITTIEREZ
I’m with the UN force handling the
viral crisis, and I gave specific
orders to keep the civilian
population in the region until we
arrived.

Gandoca turns to his Officers, smirks as they mutter darkly

in Spanish.
 45.

CAPT. GANDOCA
And what a glorious job you and
your friends are doing, Senior. I
don’t take orders from outsiders.
My men and I, we deal with this our
own way.

GUITTIEREZ
I’m not an “outsider”, Captain, I
work for - -

CAPT. GANDOCA
We’re not interested in your
credentials, Senior. This is our
town, our Bay. Our rules.

Val runs over to Guittierez, from where she had been

examining some FISHERMAN on the Docks.

VAL
Marty, several of the Locals have
already died from the contagion. It
was an isolated occurrence, but
word got out fast.

Guittierez looks is dismay at the flood of FISHING BOATS,

SPEED BOATS, and several YACHTS which continue to stream from
the Docks and Marina.

GUITTIEREZ
And the rest are running away?

VAL
We have to stop them. If even one
infected person leaves, they could
spread the virus through out the
entire Mid-Pacific!

Guittierez turns again to Capt. Gandoca.

GUITTIEREZ
You’re relieved, Captain.

Gandoca starts to reply, but shuts his trap as the Costa

Rican Soldiers step forth and begin to quarantine the area.

ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOCK,

Malcolm is watching the exodus with consternation, turns to

Dalton, who’s conferring with TWO OTHER SCIENTISTS in MAZMAT
SUITS.
 46.

MALCOLM
Isn’t this a really bad idea?
Letting all these people leave the
area unexamined, I mean?

DALTON
I don’t see what we can do. Most of
them have probably fled already.

MALCOLM
For God’s sake, call the Navy! Have
them lay a blockade around the
entire coast...

DALTON
And then what? Without the proper
precautions, any contact with an
infected civilian could cause a
mass outbreak in the Military as
well.

MALCOLM
We can’t just - -

But Dalton’s already turned away, listening to reports from

his Assistants. Malcolm turns away, studying the departing
fleet again...then, he squints into the sunlight, raises his
hand. Did he see SOMETHING moving UNDERNEATH the surface of
the water? No, just a BOAT’S WAKE...but now Malcolm, and we,
aren’t sure, as a large HUMP of water seems to be moving
towards the Bay, moving in a much more PURPOSEFUL manner than
a simple wake. Malcolm swallows nervously.

MALCOLM (CONT’D)
Dr. Dal...Dr. Dalton...

The HUMP beneath the surface of the water gets larger,

followed by SIX other similar objects.

MALCOLM (CONT’D)
Dr. Dalton...

THEN, a SPEED BOAT is pulled suddenly and violently beneath

the waves, its OCCUPANTS brief SCREAMS muffled under the din
of water traffic, before they disappear under the water, and
DON’T resurface.

MALCOLM (CONT’D)
Goddamit!

He spins around and runs in the direction of Guittierez,

finally catching Dalton’s attention.
 47.

DALTON
What is it?!

MALCOLM
There’s something ALIVE out there!

Dalton turns to the Bay, where he sees a FISHING BOAT pulled

beneath the weaves in similar fashion.

DALTON
Good Lord!

The two men run down the docks, up to the others on the Team.

MALCOLM
Guittierez!

DALTON
Mr. Guittierez!

Guittierez turns to them, surprised at their behavior, as

they reach him.

GUITTIEREZ
What’s wrong now?

MALCOLM
I think we’re about to see some of
our “aberrant forms”.

LEVINE
(actually a bit
anticipatory)
Finally...

MALCOLM
You won’t look so pleased when
you’re at the bottom of the
ocean...

He turns and points out into the Bay, but the fast-moving
bulges are nowhere to be seen.

GUITTIEREZ
Where?

MALCOLM
Out in the bay?

Grant looks worried at this, remembering his encounter with

an aquatic predator on Isla Sorna.
 48.

GUITTIEREZ
Dr. Grant, any idea of what’s down
there?

GRANT
Could be a SPINOSAURUS. But they’re
not long-distance swimmers, not cut
out for extensive oceanic travel.

GUITTIEREZ
And we’d have heard from the team
on Isla Sorna if one had escaped...

MALCOLM
You hope.

Guittierez takes out a pair of BINOCULARS from his pack,

pears through them:

GUITTIEREZ
I don’t see anything...

GUITTIEREZ’ POV, THROUGH BINOCULARS

All we can make out is the last of the fleeing Boats and
Fishing Schooners, exiting the Bay into the ocean...then, a
MASSIVE, HISSING, DRIPPING, MONSTROUS RESIDENT of HELL’S
AQUARIUM bursts from the water DIRECTLY in front of us! A
NARROW HEAD filled with POINTED, NEEDLE-LIKE TEETH STRIKES at
our POV!

GUITTIEREZ (CONT’D)
JESUS CHRIST!

BACK ON THE DOCK,

A FIFTEEN-FOOT SERPENTINE NECK, with BLUE AND BLACK

COLORATION, teeth bristling with nasty FANGS, and glaring,
yellow eyes bursts from the depths, like Satan himself come
to torment the surface world. The ELASMODILE, (we’ll learn
what this means soon enough), hisses, coils its neck, and
strikes at Guittierez again. THREE more animals emerge from
the dark water and ATTACK.

GUITTIEREZ (CONT’D)
CHRIST!

The four Elasmodiles shriek to each other in piercing calls.

One strikes at Guittierez again, one at Val, one at Malcolm,
and the fourth at Grant.

GRANT
GET BACK!
 49.

VAL
LOOK OUT!

MALCOLM
GODDAMIT, NOT AGAIN!

MORE of the terrifying beasts emerge, an entire POD of

animals; Some attack the remaining vessels, while the others
make for the PEOPLE of the DOCKS. ABSOLUTE PANDEMONIUM!
SEVERAL of the UN Scientists are taken by the animals into
the depths, one unfortunate MAN screaming as an Elasmodile
bites through his torso, a cloud of BLOOD shooting out the
pack of his white Mazmat Suit. TWO more Scientists are
grabbed and dragged screaming into the water. Doc Thorne runs
to the UN Scientists and pushes them towards the cars,
picking up one who stumbled in his thick suit.

THORNE
GO GO, GET OUT OF HERE!

The Costa Rican Soldiers fire with their rifles, but now the
Elasmodiles turn their attention to the armed men. An
Elasmodile takes a SOLDIER in his jaws, and lifts him into
the air as he screams; his COMRADES reach for him, but he’s
wrenched out of their arms and shaken violently like a rag
doll. The Police Officers joins the struggle, but it’s not
enough to stop Capt. Gandoca being ripped off the dock and
pulled apart by three Elasmodiles as a quick meal.

OUR TEAM, tries to make it back to the safety of dry land,

but the Elasmodiles strike and hiss, whipping and snapping at
our heroes with deadly, cobra-like precision. An Elasmodile
lunges at Val, its twisted-teeth catching on her belt; she’s
wrenched off her feet and pulled along the dock as the animal
slides back into the water. Malcolm sees this:

MALCOLM
Dr. Thomas!

He leaps out from behind the barrels he was hiding behind and
grabs at Val’s hands as she slides by him, grabs her
arms...and is dragged along behind her, both heading for the
Elasmodiles pointed maw...

VAL
(pained, through gritted
teeth)
Let...go...

Malcolm releases one of her hands, and she snatches a large

FISHHOOK as she and Malcolm are dragged by. Val turns and
hurls the hook at the attacking animal’s eye with all her
strength;
 50.

it hits home, and the Elasmodile snarls in pain, releasing

its hold on the woman and ducking back beneath the water. Val
finds Malcolm’s arms around her as they fall to the deck.

VAL (CONT’D)
Dr. Malcolm, thanks for trying to
help, but you’re not my type.

MALCOLM
Oh please, I’m happily married.

Val and Malcolm scramble to their feet, in time to hear

Guittierez screaming loudly:

GUITTIEREZ
Get the hell away!

He’s caught between two leering Elasmodiles, which shriek in

victory as they lunge and bite at him, the wood splintering
in jagged shards at his feet. From the opposite side of the
Dock, Levine and Grant see the Team Leader’s plight as well.

LEVINE
Marty!

Malcolm and Val run to Guittierez’s aide from one side, while
Grant and Levine come to help from the other. However, an
Elasmodile rears up, water streaming down its sides, and
snaps furiously at Levine.

LEVINE (CONT’D)
Hey! Help!

The Elasmodile sinks its teeth into Levine’s shoulder,

growling happily. Grant runs back to aide his fellow
Scientist.

GRANT
I knew taking another job for John
Hammond would get me killed!

Grant picks up a large HARPOON he finds in the rubble on the

dock, spin around and finds himself face-to-face with the
rampaging animal, Levine still dangling from its jaws. Grant
jabs at the Elasmodile with his harpoon, the predator hissing
in annoyance at this puny, stinging primate. The Elasmodile
drops Levine, who gasps and clutches at his shoulder,
moaning.

LEVINE
Oh God! The virus!
 51.

Grant, meanwhile, is busy elsewhere, ducking and bobbing to

avoid the hungry marine reptile, thrusting the harpoon to try
and fight it off.

GRANT
Go!

LEVINE
I’m already dead!

GRANT
Alive enough to back-talk me! Now
move!

Grant makes one final thrust at the Elasmodile, cutting a

long swatch across its snout. The animals hisses again, snaps
at Grant once, and retreats. Grant lets out his breath,
slowly.

LEVINE
Why aren’t I dead?

GRANT
Because I just saved your ass.
Let’s go!

They take off for Guittierez down the dock, just as Malcolm
and Val arrive from the other direction. The two Elasmodiles
have him boxed against a stack of boxes, about to make a
quick meal of him when:

VAL
Hey! Reptilicus!

The Elasmodiles turn their heads on their long necks, to see

Val staring them down, an ASSAULT RIFLE in her hands, picked
up from one of the deceased Soldiers.

VAL (CONT’D)
Sorry, people eat sea food!

She fires the rifle, filling one Elasmodile with lead. It

lets out a deep wail, falls to the dock, and slips into the
sea. Even amidst the disorder, Grant and Malcolm give each
other a look.

MALCOLM
She’s a violent psychotic!

GRANT
I noticed.
 52.

Val turns to the remaining Elasmodile, which stares at her,

its gleaming eyes narrowing, as they share a brief Mexican
stand-off.

VAL
Your turn.

She raises the rifle, pulls the trigger...CLICK. Nothing.

VAL (CONT’D)
Uh...oh...

The Elasmodile screams in victory, a high, primordial Siren’s

call, and LAUNCHES itself onto the dock, moving itself across
the solid surface with its large, reptilian flipper-like
legs, (yup, it’s half-Elasmosaurus/half-Crocodile)!

GRANT
It can walk! The thing can bloody
walk!

The Elasmodile slithers across the dock, snaps at Grant and

Val. The Team runs towards the dry land, furtively, the
remaining Soldiers and Scientists following.

GUITTIEREZ
Get back to dry land! Make for the
cars!

Levine passes him, flushed red, his arms pumping desperately.

LEVINE
Way ahead of you, Marty!

But then, we hear a low, vibrating GROANING RUMBLE, emanating

not from the pursuing animal, but the DOCK itself. The whole
structure sways, creaking ominously.

GRANT
Shit...

The weight of the Elasmodile is too much for the dock to

bear. The animal stops and cocks its head in confusion as the
entire dock tremors.

IN THE WATER,

The other animals seem to sense the dock’s waning state.

Several surge forward and strike at the PILINGS and SUPPORTS
that keep the dock over the water, the wood splintering and
fracturing.

CLOSE-UP of the WOODEN PILINGS,

 53.

As the stress of the Elasmodile’s weight and continued attack

causes the STEEL BOLTS within to pop out and fly off, the
wood shakes and breaks apart.

BACK ON THE DOCK, the wooden structure lets out one more
plaintive creak, then begins to COLLAPSE, our team starting
to slide and fall as the floor around them breaks apart. The
Elasmodile shrieks, and disappears as the dock beneath it
gives way. Levine slides by Grant, who reaches for him as he
passes.

LEVINE
Oh God!

Grant grabs Levine’s foot, grips his boot with one hand and a
wooden beam with the other. Grant grimaces, strains to keep
Levine from joining the debris and people falling past them
into he ocean.

GRANT
(pained, frustrated)
Can’t you...look after
yourself...for two seconds?!

Then, the beam which Grant clings to breaks away, and in a

jumbled mass of flailing limbs, chunks of broken wood,
foaming surf and snapping Elasmodiles, the whole affair sinks
to the depths.

UNDERWATER,

We experience a brief moment of calm, a morbid aquatic

ballet, of silent sinking bodies and jagged slabs of the dock
descending to the bottom...before we snap back to reality.

GRANT

Opens his eyes to find himself, and most of the former dock,
halfway between the world he knows and a Lovecraftian abyss.
In between the “falling” shards of wooden structure, he can
make out the OTHERS, Malcolm, Val, Levine, Thorne, struggling
and kicking their way to the surface...but there are also
flashes of the lurking Elasmodiles as they slip in and out of
the debris, stealthy, serpentine, naturally at home in the
water. Several of the surviving Scientists, partly out of
their Hazmat Suits, are not so mobile, being crushed by the
wooden remains or disappearing in clouds of blood with a
flurry of teeth.

Grant sees a BLUR of motion, and sees Guittierez sinking past

him, his shirt caught on a large twisted slab of planking and
timber.
 54.

Guittierez is running out of breath, his face bulges...then

he opens his mouth in a silent SCREAM, bubbles exploding from
his mouth in a silvery gust, as an Elasmodile emerges from
the murk, speedily swimming right for him! Guittierez
instinctively tries to move away from the oncoming beast, but
is caught by his wooden cradle, which proves to be his end.
The Elasmodile slams into Guittierez at chest level, and
blood billows out in a vibrant cloud, quickly obscuring the
animal’s tearing jaws and the unfortunate man’s flailing
arms, still trying to fend his attacker off even as he’s
devoured.

Grant can’t look away, staring at the carnage in horror.

Slowly, we see something begin to take form behind Grant, far
off but rapidly approaching out of the darkness.

VAL

Catches sight of the oncoming form as well as she kicks for

her life, desperately gestures to

GRANT

Who sees her warning just in time, as with a BURST of speed

and a flick of its tail, an imposing Elasmodile rips from the
water and is upon Grant in a storm of teeth and whipping
neck. However, Grant had just enough warning, and lurches to
the side, the animal’s jaws just missing him. Grant swings
around, avoiding the Elasmodile’s bite, and is tugged
suddenly downward, finding himself RIDDING the animals’
formidable neck.

The Elasmodile bucks, again, a third time, trying to remove

this unwanted passenger, Grant wrapping his arms and legs
around the creature’s neck and holding on for dear life. The
Elasmodile snaps its head around and bites at the terrified
Paleontologist, but Grant puts his hands right behind the
animal’s head; it can’t reach him. The Elasmodile swims
towards a nearby piece of dock, brushes against it. Grant is
slammed up against the wood, blood spills from his shoulder,
he grimaces in terrible pain, but still manages to hold on.
The now truly irritated Elasmodile tries a different
approach, rising to the surface in haste and anger.

AT THE SURFACE,

The Elasmodile breaches the waves, Grant losing his grip now
and flying off, as the animal emerges fully from the water
and splashes back down with a crash. Grant somehow retains
cohesiveness, sucks in a big lungful of air. Val swims right
past him, and he looks around to see Malcolm, Levine, Thorne,
Dalton, and a few other SURVIVORS swimming like hell for the
shore, just about twenty feet away.
 55.

VAL
Swim, Dr. Grant! Swim like your
life depends on it!

GRANT
(spitting out water)
My life DOES depend on it!

VAL
That’s what I just said!

The remaining Humans make like hell for the shore, while the
Elasmodiles surface behind them and continue their attack,
“pecking” at them like some type of demented ducks. A few of
the Soldiers are unlucky, and scream as the rise into the air
in the jaws of the ferocious reptiles, which rip them apart
and dine sumptuously.

Grant hears a sudden LOUD MECHANICAL WHINING, and looks up to

see one of the team’s HELICOPTERS has been caught up in the
attack, two Elasmodile’s having stuck their heads into the
cockpits and eaten the occupants inside.

GRANT
DOWN!

He, Val, and the others dive beneath the waves, as the
helicopter comes crashing down on top of them, hitting the
water in a explosion of steel, glass, and evaporated water.
Several of the Elasmodiles are blown away, their bodies lined
with metal as they sink beneath the waves. Grant’s head
sticks up above the surface again, and he and his fellow
Scientists swim like they’ve never swam before.

ON THE SHORE,

Grant, Malcolm, Val, Levine, Thorne, and Dalton stagger up

onto the earth, broken bits of dock mingled with marsh and
dirt.

LEVINE
Where’s Marty? Did anyone see what
happened to Marty?

Grant grimaces again, shakes his head.

GRANT
We need to get the hell out of - -

THORNE
THEY’RE BACK!
 56.

Grant and the others turn back, to see several Elasmodiles

emerging from the water behind them, slathering hungrily
after their escaping meal.

GRANT
Get to the cars! NOW!

MALCOLM
(as he runs past)
The preeminent Dinosaur-Master has
spoken!

GRANT
(calling up to him)
I repeat my earlier sentiment: SHUT-
UP!

The survivors race for their Hummers, the Elasmodiles close

behind, one’s jaws closing scant inches from Grant’s head.
Our heroes manage to reach the cars; Grant, Malcolm, Val, and
Thorne clamber into one, while Dalton and Levine jump into
another.

INT. GRANT’S HUMMER - CONTINUOUS

Grant reaches to start the car, but finds NO KEY in the

ignition.

GRANT
Where’s the key?! Where’s the damn
KEY?!

MALCOLM
Didn’t you think of that before you
told us to get into the car?!

GRANT
I didn’t know they’re wouldn’t be a
key!

MALCOLM
(sardonic)
It’s always the little things that
ruin the best laid plans.

Malcolm, in the passenger seat, desperately claws through the

DASHBOARD and GLOVE BOX.

MALCOLM (CONT’D)
This is still better than KELLY’S
dance recital.
 57.

With a jarring BANG, an Elasmodile’s head slams against the

right window, its fangs sliding across the glass. The car
rocks violently, as another animal similarly attacks from the
left. Val eyes the creatures, nervousness sneaking into her
voice.

VAL
Anytime now, guys...

MALCOLM
(as he frantically
searches for the key)
Yet another example of escalating
uncertainty in uncontrollable
scenarios...

The Elasmodiles slaps their faces against the Hummer’s

windows again, the glass SPLINTERING and starting to give
way.

GRANT
MALCOLM!

Malcolm finds the KEY and holds it aloft triumphantly.

MALCOLM
GOT IT!

He practically throws it at Grant, who inserts it into the

ignition, and the car revs to life. Grant FLOORS it, and the
Hummer races away, the Elasmodiles sliding off the windows,
leaving deep tooth marks on the glass.

OUTSIDE,

The Hummer races away, the second car close behind. The
Elasmodiles pursue for several feet, but can’t keep up with
the vehicles; they hiss one more time, then turn and dive
back into the sea.

IN GRANT’S HUMMER

The four passengers breath deeply, shaken and horrified at

their ordeal. Malcolm has to be the one to break the silence:

MALCOLM (CONT’D)
Well, we found our dinosaurs.

GRANT
Prehistoric Marine Reptiles.

MALCOLM
Alan?
 58.

GRANT
Yeah?

MALCOLM
Shut-up.

EXT. C&C - ESTABLISHING SHOT - DAY

Grant, Malcolm, and the others have returned to their team’s

base of operations. The two Hummers are parked outside, being
gone over by Scientists in Hazmat Suits. One scoops a long
strand of Elasmodile DROOL off of the window and into a
plastic specimen bag.

INT. C&C - MEDICAL LAB - CONTINUOUS

The team are being worked over a different group, MEDICAL

TECHNICIANS, who tend to their various injuries. A NURSE
bandages Grant’s swollen shoulder.