Here's my other finished version of what I feel Jurassic Park IV should be about, this one involving Grant more. Take your time with it.
Jurassic Park IV
Yet Another Jurassic Park IV fan script.
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jurassic park 4
dusk of extinction
1. THE PROLOQUE
JOHN HAMMOND: What is life? There is so much for us to explore in it, to search our meaning, our true purpose. To me life has been an experience, a challenge that waits to be completed. I loved challenges, I loved to push my will of creation to the absolute limit. It made me more complete. It gave my life a meaning. It gave me something I could pass to others, to make people happy. But I made a mistake. I did something no man should have even planned, and I finally realize it. It started as a dream, a simple dream, but what a dream it was.
We see the world as it was millions of years ago. The continents are covered with lush vegetation from the ground to the trees, that rise more than thirty meters towards the skies. Large insects fill the air. The ground is also littered with prehistoric flowers. Dinosaurs are roaming these beautiful environments. From huge giants to small creatures skipping along the ground, trying not to get squashed under the huge feet. The necks of the sauropods reach upward and grab leafs from the trees with their mouths.
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We see a Tyrannosaurus Rex feeding it's young at the carcass of a Triceratops. The T-Rex rears it's head and roars loud, it's sound circling the area and the audience.
JOHN HAMMOND: I couldn't believe what I had. It was unbelievable. The gigantic creatures from our planet's past, roaming the landscape where everyone could see them, awed by their incredible might and beauty. So I started the construction of the park where I planned to bring my dream to reality. But I never realized that it would cost me more than just money. Human life’s would be lost and people, including everyone I worked with and my family, would be put into danger. The park fell out of control because of human greediness and our unawareness of the faults in our technology to control nature. So that was the end of it.
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We see hadrosaurs grazing at the plains. And stalking them is a pack of Velociraptors, ready to attack. But the alpha male halts, and looks up to the sky at the sound it hears, a sound the other raptors are also aware of. A booming sound belonging to the asteroid that will mark the end for the era of the dinosaurs. It's orange, bright light illuminates from it's fireball-like centre as it descends down towards the horizon, ready to unleash it's unimaginable power. It reaches the horizon and the raptor pack disappears to a flash of white.
JOHN HAMMOND: The last few years have been the darkest in my whole life. The events that my dream started have been affecting me since the moment I left Nublar behind. Site B was the final string that held the remains of my project intact. It was the last safe place to those animals, the true victims of my dream that I thought was harmless.
We now see the green shores of Isla Sorna getting closer, surrounded by the vast ocean. Military helicopters enter the screen, heading towards the island's centre.
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We see hundreds of US soldiers moving through the jungle, scanning the area with the built-in laser scopes of their weapons, progressing in formations of several units.
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Then we see a herd of Stegosaurs moving through the endless looking plains of Site B, doing what they always do, grazing and nurturing their young, until the first napalm explosion erupts in the trees close to them, making some of them stampede. Pachycephalosaurus get caught in a forest fire, trying to save themselves, one of them getting killed by a falling tree trunk.
JOHN HAMMOND: It was all my fault, I let people die in the islands and did nothing. All I wanted was to somehow save those animals from another extinction. I wanted a happy ending. A happy ending that was not possible. I no longer have control over the preservation of the animals. I have lost the fight to save at least some of them and the people I trusted turned against me. Is this the revenge of God? Did I do the wrong thing in the first place? All the mistakes I've done have led to this. I fear that the secrets I left behind will come haunt me after I'm dead. It would be too much for me to burden.
The scene changes again and we get to see a military vehicle driving down the old maintenance road as the fiery napalm clouds erupt in the distance again and again. We also hear sounds of dying creatures somewhere in the wilderness. The car comes to a stop next to a rotten looking dock where a large boat is waiting. The door of the Humvee opens and out steps a man. He’s wearing a dark grey suit and brown sunglasses, which makes us to believe that he is some sort of an agent. He is carrying a large metallic case. Slapped to it's side are warning labels saying something about dangerous chemicals. He walks towards the boat and is greeted by two soldiers and the boat's driver.
SOLDIER: Good day, Mr. Twellings. Did you get what you came here for?
TWELLINGS: Yes, it's all here.*taps the case with his hand* Mario, start the boat. I have to get these to my employer as soon as possible.
DRIVER: Right away, sénor.
The driver heads to the boat, followed by Twellings.
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Twellings is now sitting in the boat, holding the case around his arms like his dearest treasure. The boat has left the dock and is now heading towards the ocean, away from the island. We watch it becoming smaller and smaller, surrounded by water.
JOHN HAMMOND: Life finds a way, as Ian Malcolm once told me, but how will it finally end? As my own life slowly draws to a close I pray God that my grandchildren will find a way to cure the problem so no single person will ever get hurt again and all the known research will be destroyed so it wont fall to the wrong hands. This is my final wish.
We get a closeup of the name John Parker Hammond carved to a grave stone. Tim Murphy, who is now a young adult, is standing in front of it. He kneels down and places a self-picked flower next to the stone. He gets back up and says.
TIM: I miss you, grandpa.
Tim remains by the grave for a moment and then walks away.
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2. EXT. MONTANA- DAY
A ranch. A living room inside the house. The radio is on, playing country music.
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Now we're in the kitchen, watching a fridge with notes attached with magnets, one having a list of food products, the other being a cut-out of an old magazine cover with an Apatosaurus skeleton. Right next to that a page of a newspaper sports the large letters "Public Interest To Fossil Research Dead!". A man walks to the fridge, opens it, picks a can of beer and turns around. The man has grown a beard but we all recognize him as Alan Grant. He walks out from the kitchen and sits down to his cough in his living room. He takes a sip and closes his eyes.
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We get a look at some of his past items that are placed on the fireplace. His collection of raptor claw fossils, a plastic dinosaur figure, the raptor call whistle given to Alan by Billy Brennan and framed pictures of Grant, Ellie and his former excavation team.
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Grant takes another sip from his beer as the phone beeps and Alan's recorded voice answers.
RECORD: I am not here at the moment. Leave your message and I'll call you back. And just to let you know, I will not answer anymore of those questions about Jurassic Park if you are one of those stupid dino freaks. Any relatives of mine, forget what I just said. See you around.
The phone beeps again and a young man speaks.
MAN: Sorry if I call you like this, Dr. Grant, but I really must know something. Look, I know what you have gone through but I really have to know if it is true that the Dilophosaurus can spit venom and has neck frills.............
As the person speaks Grant gets up from his chair, walks up to the phone, picks up the receiver and says.
GRANT: Goodbye, Nathan.
CHARLES: No, wait!
Alan cuts off the call. He takes a deep breath and walks back to his living room. As he sits back down to the chair the doorbell rings.
GRANT: Damn.
Alan takes a deep breath.
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We get to the door, where another familiar person is waiting. Alan opens the door and sees Paul Kirby standing in front of him.
GRANT: Didn't expect to see you in here.
PAUL: Well, I was around the neighbourhood so I wanted to visit. It took me hours to find your house. Plus, it's bloody scorching in here. Must be the summer.
GRANT: I know. Those address books rarely get my number right. They always confuse it with the rattlesnake breeder friend of mine. He lives around the corner.
PAUL: Wow. Then I guess I'm lucky I didn't find that house. Can I come inside?
GRANT: Sure, but you can't stay long. By the way, where's the rest of you?
PAUL: Amanda? Eric? Nah, it's just me. They stayed in Oklahoma.
Paul walks inside as Alan closes the door.
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Back inside the house as Paul examines Alan's furniture and fossil collections.
PAUL: So this is how you live. Great collection.
GRANT: Thank you. So, what brings you here, Paul?
Paul turns and looks at Alan.
PAUL: Listen, I've been a real jerk to you. You do remember that week, don't you? The adventure we went through together in there was really my fault. I should have never pulled you into it. I mean, you have suffered enough already because of these creatures since your first accident in Hammond's theme park. I've been thinking that I may have done the wrong choice by picking you, knowing that you never even saw the second island.
GRANT: Nah, it's alright. We all make mistakes.
PAUL: No, it's not alright. You see, Eric is really important to me and I simply went ahead without thinking straight. I went in too fast, thinking only about his protection. I mean, he could have been dead as far as anyone knows, but I'm happy that he wasn't. It was still the wrong thing to do. I could have simply hired more mercenaries for the job instead of just Cooper, Udesky and Nash.............
Paul goes silent for a moment. Grant pats him in the back and says.
GRANT: They were good people.
PAUL: Yeah, they were, now all dead thanks to me.
GRANT: Just forget about it. I'll get you a beer. I just bought some.
Grant goes to the kitchen, followed by Paul. As Grant opens the fridge Paul looks around.
PAUL: This is a brilliant house. I'd gladly live in a place like this.
GRANT: It tends to get quite uncomfortable without proper air-ventilation. The fans and the fridge still do the job. Always own a fridge in Montana.*takes the beer can and hands it to Paul* Here you go.
PAUL: Thanks. *takes the can*
GRANT: Please, sit down.
Paul sits by the table. Grant joins him.
GRANT: So, have you seen those Pterosaurs yet?
PAUL: Nah, I think we're quite safe in Oklahoma. I still hope that they wont get to kill anyone.
GRANT: They're just animals, Paul. I'm sure they had a reason to attack us for trespassing their territory.
PAUL: I.....would guess so. I still see nightmares of Eric dangling in those claws.
GRANT: Well, at least it's dealt with. We're all still alive.
PAUL: Cheers for that.
They both take a drink as the phone beeps and the same record plays.
PAUL: You're getting a call.
GRANT: Must be another one of those dinosaur enthusiasts. They use to call me all the time.
PAUL: Why?
GRANT: You know why.
PAUL: Oh......
The phone beeps again. A man is talking, but this time it isn't just another one of Alan's fans. The man sounds very stressed and worried.
MARK: Hello? Listen, Alan, it's Mark here. Can you call me back as soon as possible? We really need you up here. Alan, please pick up the phone if you're there. *we hear him sniffing like he was crying*
Alan realizes who it is, gets up from the chair and walks towards the phone. Paul also gets up.
PAUL: Who is that? Is it someone you know? He doesn't sound right.
GRANT: He's a guy named Mark Deggler. That's Ellie's husband.
PAUL: The one who got us out?
GRANT: Yes, that's her.
Grant quickly picks up the receiver.
GRANT: I'm here, Mark. What's wrong?
What Mark says isn't heard but it almost makes Alan jump.
GRANT: What?!
The conversation continues.
GRANT: Now, now calm down, Mark. Everything is going to be alright. When did this happen?
Mark speaks again. Alan nods his head in a understanding manner.
GRANT: Okay. I'll be there as soon as possible.
Alan puts down the receiver. He rests on the table and takes a deep breath. He has turned completely pale. Paul looks very worried as well.
PAUL: What is it?
GRANT: It's Ellie. Something has happened to her.
3. EXT. SANTIAGO- DAY
The local hospital. Alan is sitting in the corridor, waiting to see Ellie. A nurse walks up to him.
NURSE: You can see Mrs. Deggler now.
GRANT: Thank you.
Grant walks inside the room the nurse leads him at. The former Ellie Sattler is there, laying in the bed, badly bruised and having scars in her body, which the doctors have stitched up. Mark Deggler is also there, sitting next to the bed. He sees Alan and gets up. Grant stares at Ellie's mangled form.
GRANT: What happened, Mark?
MARK: She.......went jogging to the public trail and.........
Mark goes quiet again and sits back down next to the bed.
Ellie opens her eyes. Alan immediately comes over and gently grabs her hand.
ELLIE: *whispers*A........l.........lan? Alan.........?
GRANT: Hi. Are you alright?
ELLIE: *whispers*Alan........
GRANT: Don't speak. You have to conserve your strength. The doctors have treated you the best way they can.
ELLIE: *whispers*Alan, they're here......... t-t-they're here........ *closes her eyes*
Grant stares at Ellie with a puzzled face when a doctor enters the room. Grant gives him a questioning look.
GRANT: Is she going to be okay?
DOCTOR: Barely. She came very close to death with all that bleeding. She's going to be here for a while.
The doctor goes to check Ellie's pulse as another man enters. He looks like an official.
MAN: Mr. Grant. My name is Marty Guitierrez and I'm leading the investigations. *shakes hands with Alan*May I have a word with you?
GRANT: Sure.
They walk out from the room, leaving Mark and the doctor with Ellie. They reach the corridor and Grant turns around to face Guitierrez in an instant.
GRANT: What the hell happened to her?
MARTY: You better sit down when I explain, Mr. Grant.
Alan sits to the bench and listens.
MARTY: Mr. Grant. I know that you are a close friend of Mrs. Deggler and this may shock you quite a bit, knowing your, so called, past experiences.
GRANT: What happened?
MARTY: She went jogging about two days ago and, well, was ambushed in the forest.
GRANT: By who?
MARTY: This may be hard for you to believe......
GRANT: Who ambushed her?
MARTY: Mr. Grant..........they were dinosaurs. Most probably Raptors.
GRANT:.........What?!
Some people stare at Grant. Marty continues.
MARTY: The local guide that found her........well, he saw them.
GRANT: *with a stressed voice* Did he describe them??
MARTY: Yes. He said that they were bird-like and had huge claws in their feet. They were just leaving when he arrived. He definitely knew what he was talking about.
GRANT: *speechless*
MARTY: And that isn't everything. This has happened before.
GRANT: Please continue..........
MARTY: It started from cattle being reported missing an year ago. We thought that it was caused by wild pumas. Then some chicken farmers stated that some kind of big creatures had eaten some of their birds. Then three local people disappeared. Mr. Grant. According to your stories only one kind of dinosaur from InGen could cause this kind of damage to Mrs. Deggler. These creatures have been behind it all along.
GRANT: Oh my God...........
MARTY: Yes, I know that you're shocked. I would be if I were in your pants.
GRANT: Do you think there would be more of them?
MARTY: I can't tell. Can you?
GRANT: No. You're right.
Grant takes a very deep breath.
GRANT: Why hasn't the public been informed about this?
MARTY: We don’t want to cause panic around here. People would also call us nuts for spreading unconfirmed stories. The governments are concerned enough already.
Grant doesn't respond.
MARTY: Take this as you wish. I think you have heard enough. I'll leave you alone now.
Marty heads down the corridor, leaving Alan to stare at the blank space in front of him. He looks almost ill.
Mark walks out of the door, sees Alan, sits down next to him and says.
MARK: Are you alright?
GRANT: I just can't believe my luck.
MARK: This has been horrible for all of us, Alan, but at least Ellie is alive. You did the right thing for coming here. You are her closest friend.
GRANT: I just cant understand why it had to be her. It seems that our past doesn't let go of us. I feel like I'm somehow responsible for all of this.
MARK: Chill out, Alan. It wasn't your fault.
GRANT: Yeah. I'm simply wondering who to blame.
Grant gets up from the chair. Mark's children are farther in the corridor, standing next to the exit.
GRANT: Mark, I know you wont support this, but I have to seek out the ones responsible for this.
MARK: Let it go, Alan. Think about your own good.
GRANT: And you think about what those creatures did to Ellie. If someone doesn't pay for this it may happen again, but in greater scale. Mark, you work for the government. You must have some kind of information about InGen. I must have that information. And I must have it now.
MARK:*stares at Alan and takes a deep breath* Fine, but be aware that this is highly confidential. I guess you are right. My wife shouldn't have gone through this. They messed with the wrong people.
GRANT: What do you have?
MARK: I'm sorry, Alan, but I'm not the one who actually owns InGen so my responses are limited. Also, all the information from the company is in the highest hands so the only way to get it is to ask it. Sorry, even I can't access it, let alone break inside those files.
GRANT: So what the hell am I supposed to do?
MARK: Wait a second! *snaps fingers* Now I remember. There is one who once closely worked with InGen. You may know him already.
GRANT: So............who is it?
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4. INT. NEW YORK- DAY
A man is working on the oven. We hear a familiar female voice coming from somewhere in the house.
WOMAN: Is the oven working yet, Ian?
The man turns and we see who the man is, being none other than Ian Malcolm. He grabs the pliers from the table and shouts.
MALCOLM: No, honey, it's still busted.
WOMAN: At least we're getting some pizza soon.
Ian continues working with the oven until the doorbell rings.
SARAH: Can you open the door? I'm heading to the shower.
MALCOLM:*takes a deep breath* Fine, honey.
Ian gets up from the floor, puts the pliers and rubber gloves next to the oven and walks out from the kitchen.
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The door as Ian opens it from inside and meets the face of Alan.
MALCOLM: Okay, Mr, I'm kind of busy right now and waiting for..............oh bugger, it can't be you.
GRANT: Hello, Ian.
MALCOLM: Hum, long time no see? Uhm, so, uhm, what brings you here, Alan?
GRANT: I'm looking for information. About InGen.
MALCOLM: Please, Alan, don’t bring up that subject. I'm already done and dealt with it. It's past, forget about it. Uhm, do you really want to come inside? My wife is in the shower. *points behind his back*
GRANT: No, it's fine. I'm used to that.
MALCOLM: As you wish.
Ian opens the door further and Alan walks inside. They come inside Ian's living room.
MALCOLM: Do you really want to discuss about this?
GRANT: Ian, Ellie was attacked by raptors.
MALCOLM: Say that again?
GRANT: You heard what I said.
MALCOLM: But............wasn't Site B destroyed?
GRANT: Yes, I know that. Someone re-cloned them. Someone from InGen.
MALCOLM: Alan, InGen is done for. They went out of business long before John passed away.
GRANT: *takes a deep breath*I know, Ian. But the only way to clone those raptors would be by the DNA of a living one. InGen was the only company capable of harvesting that DNA. Ian, those raptors were created by InGen.
MALCOLM: How would that be possible?
GRANT: That's what I'm trying to find out. Tell me everything you know.
MALCOLM: Well, I did work as an consultant for Donald Gennaro. You do remember him, don't you?
GRANT: Yeah, the blood sucking lawyer who became T-Rex supper.
MALCOLM: Well, uhm, I was only partly aware of what Hammond was doing at that time, but I knew that he was constructing the park.
GRANT: Who else worked with him? Besides Wu and Muldoon?
Malcolm is about to answer when Sarah Harding walks to the room, wearing a bathrobe and has her hair covered in a towel.
SARAH: Ian, who is this guy? He surely isn't the pizza deliverer.
MALCOLM: Honey, this is.........
GRANT: Alan Grant.
Alan reaches his hand and Sarah shakes it.
SARAH: Dr. Alan Grant? I have heard a lot about you. It's really weird that we haven't met before. I work in the same field as you.
GRANT: Let's just say that I resigned. I'm no longer a paleontologists.
SARAH: Oh. It's really a shame. You were the best. What gives us the honour?
MALCOLM: He came here to ask me something about InGen.
SARAH: I'd gladly not talk about that.
GRANT: My friend was wounded by Raptors in Cuba. She was vacationing there with her family.
SARAH: You mean they somehow got there? Well, that's too bad. I'm sorry.
GRANT: You shouldn't be. So, where were we, Ian?
MALCOLM: *is about to continue and opens his mouth, but says instead* I may just have the thing you're looking for at my computer. I keep all my old notes and contracts there.
Malcolm walks to the next room, followed by his comrades.
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Malcolm, who is now sitting at the computer, closely watched by Alan and Sarah.
MALCOLM: The people from the government confiscated all my paperwork after the first accident but I managed to keep some of my notes untouched in my personal files, which is a miracle by itself. Some of them should be still here. Hey, that was fast.
Malcolm clicks one or two files until he finds an old contract scan showing a list of people, including Donald Gennaro and John Hammond among many other names with a black stamp of an old InGen logo. Grant examines it carefully.
MALCOLM: This list should contain all the names you're looking for. I'll print it for you so you can read it when you're heading back home.
GRANT: It's just that I'm not going back home. I wouldn't enjoy being in Montana knowing that these bastards still produce dinosaurs.
MALCOLM: So, you're in a personal vendetta. Ellie must be very important to you.
GRANT: The last woman you'd want to harm.
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Back to Ian's doorstep as Alan steps out. Ian speaks again.
MALCOLM: One more thing, Alan.
GRANT: What is it?
MALCOLM: Just to let you know that you should proceed with caution. No one has ever dug this deep into that company.
GRANT: What do you mean?
MALCOLM: All I'm saying here is that there may be much involved. InGen had a lot of contacts, some being from the government.
GRANT: I think I know the risks involved here, Ian. Thanks for the warning. It was nice to meet again.
Grant starts walking away.
MALCOLM: You're welcome. And hey, *Alan turns around* just be careful, okay?
Alan smiles at Malcolm and walks away
5. INT. LOS ANGELES- EVENING
The camera zooms through a small cafeteria, following the back of a man in a costly looking suit. He sits to a table where another man is already waiting.
MAN IN COSTLY SUIT: You called me, Mr. Rossiter. Is this something important?
The second man, named Rossiter, sips his coffee and turns the page of the newspaper he is reading.
ROSSITER: Thank you for coming, Ed. I have a small job for you.
The first man, called Ed James, leans closer.
JAMES: This job better to be good.
ROSSITER: The people from your network have reported that Alan Grant is seeking the old members from InGen.
JAMES: Because of the accident?
ROSSITER: Yes, the attack on Ellie Deggler was unintentional. None of us know how the animals escaped but that is now the least of our problems. The Site C project will be put into harms way if Grant manages to wake the public’s attention. The project must not be revealed by him.
JAMES: What should I do with him, Mr. Rossiter?
ROSSITER: Just make sure that he doesn't get in our way.
JAMES: You can already count that as done. Mr. Grant will be in good hands. Where can I inform you when I'm ready with him?
ROSSITER: I'll be heading back to Africa in two days. You can catch me on my cell phone.
JAMES: Okay, Mr Rossiter. One more thing. What about Murphy? You seemed to recall something about him previously.
ROSSITER: Just concentrate on Grant. I've already sent my best man to converse with Tim Murphy. Your men wont be needed unless we ask for their services.
JAMES: Okay. Enjoy your lunch, Mr. Rossiter.
James gets up from the chair and walks out from the cafeteria. Rossiter sips his coffee again and continues reading the newspaper.
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6. INT. PHILADELPHIA - NIGHT
Tim Murphy's apartment. Tim is sitting at the table, listening to his good friend, Daniel Foxx.
DANIEL: So I went to see this movie and it was horrible. Just another carbon copy of those cheesy B-flicks. The characters were so one-dimensional that I simply left the theater during the first hour. You know what the problem with todays movies is, Tim?
TIM:*yawns* Yeah?
DANIEL: The problem is always in the characters, not just the plot. You know, directors always miss huge portions of character believability. They always make them seem act like they are meant to be mindless bad guys or boring heroes that have no soul other than slaying fake looking rubber monsters and getting laid by even more useless female characters. I mean, women never get intelligent parts and only serve as creature fodder. The special effects barely keep those films intact. People always want special effects, nothing else. They never think about the people involved in it and therefore miss the real point. That is probably why more mature audiences prefer drama. Drama, that's exactly what good adventure films need more. More drama, less old Hollywood cheese scripts. The movie industry really needs to evolve.
TIM: Yeah, that is kind of correct.
Tim hears his cell phone ring and takes it out of his pocket.
TIM: Hello?
Alan is at the other side, driving his Toyota Avensis down the road.
GRANT: Hi, Tim. It's Alan here. Alan Grant.
Tim seems to get surprised by Alan's call.
TIM: Ah, hey, Alan. I haven't heard about you for ages.
GRANT: Yeah, I've been in Montana.
TIM: Is there a reason for you calling me in the evening?
GRANT: Listen, I have some things to ask you. Do you mind if I come to stick around for a moment? I'll be at your house in a minute.
TIM: Well, I have a friend here but I guess you're welcome.
GRANT: Thanks.
Grant shuts the phone. Daniel aims a questioning look at Tim.
DANIEL: A relative of yours?
TIM: Alan Grant.
DANIEL: Alan Grant?! The guy who saved you and your sister??
TIM: Yeah, it's weird that you mentioned it.
DANIEL: So, what did he want?
TIM: Actually, it is what he wants. He'll be here in a minute.
DANIEL: He's coming here?! Oh man, I got to witness this!
TIM: *looks at his watch* As a matter of fact, weren't you supposed to be at home half an hour ago?
DANIEL: What? *looks at his own watch* sh*t. Are you sure I can't stay longer?
TIM: It's better for you to go now. It's getting late.
DANIEL: Fine. Thanks for the chat. I'll call you.
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Alan's car pulls up in front of Tim's house as both he and Daniel walk through the front door. Alan pulls the window down as they walk up to him.
GRANT: Long time no see.
TIM: Yeah. By the way, this is Daniel.
DANIEL: Hello, Mr. Grant. I heard you, uhm, once helped Tim.
GRANT: We were both younger during then. Nice to meet, Mr. Daniel.
DANIEL: Well, I got to be going. I'm already late. Bye.
Daniel walks off, leaving Alan and Tim to stare at each other.
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Back inside as Tim pours coffee into a cup at the table. Alan is sitting at the other side.
TIM: What you're saying doesn't make sense, Alan. Why did they attack her?
GRANT: Ellie just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Really makes me feel that I've done everything wrong from the beginning.
TIM: You shouldn't be saying that, Alan. *sits down* You aren't cursed. None of us is. Grandpa just made dinosaurs and we got into their way.
GRANT: Actually, Tim, I may need some help from you.
TIM: I'm right here, Alan.
GRANT: Take a look at this.
Grant hands over the print. Tim takes it and gets surprised again.
TIM: Huh? This is one of the contracts. Where did you get this?
GRANT: From Malcolm.
TIM:*takes a deep breath* What do you want me to do?
GRANT: I want you to take a look at that list of people and tell me who they are.
TIM: How can you possibly think that I know them?
GRANT: Well, I'm trying to keep up with all the information I can get. And, since you are John's grandchild you must have met some of them. You did know Ludlow.
TIM: Yeah, that arrogant prick that brought down InGen. I really don’t want to remember him.
GRANT: It still seems that he did partly fail in that. Someone is still doing cloning and I have to find them. The least thing we want is more people getting hurt like Ellie. I have to stop the ones behind this. Tim, you must help me.
TIM: *stares at the print* I..........I don’t know!!*slams fist to the table* I'm sorry, Alan, but I can't do this. It's already painful enough to be the grandchild of a dead millionaire that everyone hates.
GRANT: Tim, John was a good person and you know it. Nobody hated him for what he did. It was his dream. At least I liked him.
TIM: You're lying, Alan. I know you're lying. You did hate him because he put you and me and everyone else to a needless risk. You disliked him.
GRANT: Tim, that is not true.
TIM: Go!! Get out of my house and never come back! I'm sick of those dinosaurs and I'm sick of you!! And take your print with you!!
Tim throws the paper at Alan who is shocked by Tim's sudden change of behaviour. He slowly picks up the paper and says.
GRANT: Fine, Tim. I know you're upset. I'll go.
Alan gets up and heads towards the door. Tim suddenly comes after him.
TIM: Forgive me, Alan. I lost my temper.
Alan stops.
TIM: Listen, I don’t know much about these people but there is something you should know. Actually, it's weird that you happened to ask about InGen. Alan, I've received offers. From them.
Grant turns around in a flash.
GRANT: InGen has made you offers?? How?
TIM: They have sent me letters. They want me to join some kind of a project.
Grant is quiet. Tim continues.
TIM: Alan, you may be right. The print you got from Malcolm is useless at this moment but there is definitely something going on that concerns the animals. You came to the right place.
GRANT: Tim, just what exactly do they want from you?
TIM: I'm not sure.
GRANT: What has held you back from telling this to somebody?
TIM: They warned me not to do so. If I did they would sue me for spreading top secret information. I would get in serious trouble for it. I don’t know what it means and why I'm so important to them but I have a hunch.
GRANT: What?
TIM: It may be because of my relations to John.
GRANT: Relations? I thought you only were his grandchild.
TIM: Well, its a long story.
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Cut to the road as a grey Mustang arrives in front of Tim's house and stops next to Alan's car. A man steps out of it and walks past the fence, towards the front door.
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Back at Tim and Alan.
GRANT: You can tell me everything. We got time.
TIM: Well, you know that I was his favourite grandchild? We...............
They hear the doorbell. Grant looks at Tim.
GRANT: I didn't know that more of your friends are going to visit you this late.
TIM: No, I haven't talked to anybody besides Daniel. All the rest of my friends live elsewhere. I'll go see who it is.
Tim walks down the corridor.
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We see Tim opening the door and meeting the stare of a man. This man, though, looks distantly familiar. The man takes off his sunglasses.
MAN: Hello, Mr. Murphy. Sorry if I bother you this late but I have some important business to discuss with you.
TIM: Who are you?
MAN: Oh, I didn't introduce myself yet. Lewis Dodgson. I work for BioSyn Incorporation.
Dodgson reaches for a handshake but Tim just stands there.
TIM: What do you want?
DODGSON: Well, it has reached our ears that you have refused to answer to the letters of our partner company called InGen. You do already know this.
TIM: Listen, Mr Dodgson. I'm sure we can.........
Grant suddenly appears to the doorway.
GRANT: Back off! Tim doesn't take any offers from you!
Tim turns around to stare at Alan with a terrified look. Dodgson, however, simply smiles and remains at his posture.
DODGSON: Oh, is that so? Well, let me tell you this........Dr Grant. Mr Murphy here will not be refusing.
GRANT: Get the hell out of here, punk!!
TIM: Alan, calm down. I'm sure we can settle this without shouting.
DODGSON: Nah, I'll go. Grant here doesn't seem to let us talk in peace.
Dodgson pushes himself past Tim and sharply stares at Alan.
DODGSON: But let me mark this, Grant. This wont be the last time you will hear from us.
Dodgson turns and walks back to his car. He shuts the door and drives away as both Tim and Alan watch from the doorway.
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Back inside the house as Alan sits down.
GRANT: I'm getting too old for this.
TIM: Just take deep breaths, Alan. I'll bring some coffee.
Tim heads to the kitchen as Alan closes his eyes.
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Dodgson's car as it comes to a stop somewhere far away from Tim's house. He grabs his cell phone and dials a number. He waits and someone answers.
DODGSON: It's Dodgson here. We have a problem.
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Grant sipping at his cup of coffee at the table. Tim is sitting next to him.
GRANT: Tim, how long have they been wanting you?
TIM: Almost an year.
GRANT: Jesus..........
TIM: It's alright, Alan. I'm not going to accept their offers.
GRANT: You are wise, Tim. People have suffered enough already because of them. It wouldn't be right if something happened to you.
TIM: Actually, I am a bit scared. Did you see the look in his eyes? He's going to come back. And I don’t know who else is going to be with him.
GRANT: Don't worry, Tim. I'll stay with you. I wont let anyone force you into anything. This will be ended. I promise you.
Tim looks at the watch and speaks again.
TIM: It's getting late. You have driven all the day so I guess you just have to spend the night here.
GRANT: Well, I was going to seek out a hotel but I guess I'll stay anyway. Where can I sleep?
TIM: On the sofa, if that's alright with you. I'll get you a blanket.
Tim gets up and exits the kitchen, leaving Alan to finish his remaining coffee.
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7. INT. TIM'S APARTMENT- NIGHT
Alan is sleeping on the sofa, having a horrible nightmare. We hear Ellie's voice screaming for Alan as the Raptor's tear her to shreds.
GRANT: *in his head*Ellie!!
Alan wakes up violently and gasps for air. A deep sigh. Grant wipes the sweat from his face and buries his head to his palms. As he calms down he suddenly gets more alert from sounds coming outside Tim's house. He gets up from the sofa.
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The camera pans at Alan splashing his face with cold water in the bathroom. He wipes his face with a towel and stops. The sounds have returned. They seem to resemble chopper blades. Alan turns his head and walks out of the bathroom.
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Alan walks through the living room, listening. He halts and looks in front of him. We see the door that leads to the backyard. The sounds seem to be coming from behind it. Alan continues walking towards the door and stops again, now closer to it. He looks down and sees beams of several flashlights shining from under it, illuminating the living room. Grant backs away from it and heads to the next room. He quickly grabs his shirt and jeans.
The door is suddenly smashed inside. Moving inside are men wearing black vests and carrying deadly looking assault rifles.
Grant is seen peeking behind the wall as they slowly start searching through the house. He slips behind another wall and heads to the stairs.
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Tim's room as Alan comes inside and pulls him out of the bed.
TIM: What? Why are you waking me this late?
GRANT: Put your clothes on! We have to get out of here! Now!
TIM: What?
GRANT: Just do as I say!
Tim grabs his jeans as Alan stares nervously at the door.
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The corridor as Tim and Alan head down it. A flashlight beam shines from the stairs and Alan pulls Tim behind another wall.
GRANT: Damn, they have us surrounded!
TIM: What are these people doing in my home?
GRANT: It should be already obvious. They want something from you. Or me. Where can we go, Tim?
TIM: The window.
GRANT: Okay. Move.
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Outside the house as Tim opens the window from the upper floor and climbs down the ladder. Alan quickly follows him. The backyard is full of activity. Alan ducks behind the trash canister when an agent runs past. They take cover behind the neighbour garage and sneak away from the house.
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They hide behind a fence once they've gotten far ahead and remain there. Alan keeps peeking around it to make sure they are alone.
TIM: I can't believe this.
GRANT: Tim, it's alright. We lost them.
TIM: Alan, what am I going to do now? I can't go back home.
GRANT: We'll make up something. This will be ended. I already promised you.
He turns around to face the young man.
GRANT: Now listen, Tim. Everything is going to turn out fine. I will find a good place for us and then you will tell me everything you know, okay?
Tim simply nods and fakes a smile.
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8. EXT. UNKNOWN COSTA RICAN LOCATION- NIGHT
A man's foot splashes down to a puddle in fast motion. We see him running down a muddy road and arriving to a fenced parking lot. Another man is waiting there, smoking a cigarette. He notices the other man, dropping the cigarette to the ground. The other man reaches him, looking like he just saw a ghost, speaking frantically.
MAN: Sénor Thorne!! Sénor Thorne!! We have to leave! Now!
THORNE: What is it, Diego? What happened?
DIEGO: This place is cursed! I just saw a man die! They killed him!
THORNE: What? You don't make sense, man. There's nothing wrong in here as far as I can.......
DIEGO: I'm telling you, we have to leave! You never spoke to me about devils!! I quit!!!
At the same moment another man walks towards them. He is carrying a rifle. Thorne notices him.
THORNE: Could you tell me what my friend just saw? He's all frantic and...........
MAN: Whatever he told you will be kept inside these walls.
THORNE: What do you mean? I'm not saying that I believe him.....
MAN: I have to ask you to put your hands on the ground. And I'm not kidding around!
The man aims his rifle at them. Thorne gets a shocked look.
THORNE: Now, wait a second! Who do you think you're speaking to, let alone aiming a gun at? I'm the developer of your company's research equipment. If you don't lower that gun right now.......
MAN: Get down to the ground!!
THORNE: Fine, you jerk!
Thorne then starts getting down to his knees.
Suddenly an animal about the size of a wolf bursts out from the jungle, leaping on the man holding the rifle. He shouts in pain as the creature locks it's jaws around his neck, spilling blood to the ground. Diego screams as Thorne looks up to see more of the animals coming out of the bushes, swarming the man with their overwhelming numbers. We get a good look at the black and white coloration of their bodies. The attacked man collapses under the weight of the creatures as Thorne gets back to his feet and runs towards a car parked at the other side. He glimpse in and twists the ignition key.
THORNE: Diego!! Get in the car!!!
The other man named Diego rushes towards him. He is just about to open the door when another white striped lizard pounces towards him. It grabs his leg to it's gridlock-like jaws and bites. Diego screams as more of the animals attack him. Thorne witnesses all of this and pushes the pedal. The car gets more speed, drifting around the other cars, towards the exit. More of the creatures leap on the vehicle, dangling from the roof and the bonnet. One of them smashes the side-window and nips at him. Thorne braces himself and pushes the pedal to it's limit as the vehicle crashes into the gate, sending out a shockwave of sparks as the gate is broken off from it's hinges. All of the lizards scream in pain as the electricity burns them, dropping off from the car, allowing Thorne to speed away to the dark jungle ahead.
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A closeup of the cigarette Thorne dropped. It is still smouldering.
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9. INT. RESTAURANT IN PHILADELPHIA- MORNING
Tim, who is sitting in the table of a restaurant, having borrowed his face between his arms. Grant is at the far corner, speaking on the phone.
GRANT: Alright. Thank you.
He hangs the receiver and walks back to Tim. He then sits down opposite to him.
GRANT: Okay, I didn't find anything important about BioSyn Incorporation, so I think you need to tell me more.
TIM: What do you need to know?
GRANT: You were just about to tell me about your relations to John before Dodgson showed up. What relations, Tim?
TIM: We knew each other well far before the first incident in Nublar. He told me about a birthday present that he had wanted me to have for a long time. Well, the accident had happened and he was busy with all the lawsuits so it remained that, just words. But then, few years later, I got something from the mail. An envelope containing............... *gives a deep sigh*
GRANT: What, Tim?
Tim sniffs and wipes a tear from his face.
TIM: A few of the stocks for InGen.
Alan's eyes turn wide from surprise. Tim burrows his face back between his hands, weeping.
GRANT: So that's what they're after. The last remaining stocks for the company........
Tim continues weeping.
GRANT: Please tell me you got rid of them.
TIM: *sniffs* No. I forgot them completely after grandpa's death. I thought they had become worthless with InGen's bankruptcy. So I didn't care. It's kind of funny to think that one of John's final wishes was for me to have them along my sister so we could............*continues weeping*
Alan reaches over the table and gently grabs Tim's hand. The young man looks up at him.
GRANT: I'm so sorry, Tim.
Tim slowly returns a smile.
GRANT: Can you tell me more about BioSyn?
TIM: .........I'll do my best.
GRANT: Just take your time. I don't think anyone's going to interrupt you now.
A waitress walks over to them.
WAITRESS: Do you want anything?
GRANT: Yeah, I'll have a beer. Bring some iced water to my friend too.
The waitress then leaves them alone. Tim looks back at Alan's smiling face.
TIM: As a matter of fact, I think I do have something.
GRANT: I'm all ears.
TIM: When I was first contacted by InGen they told me that they had changed their name recently. Geo-something. Can't quite recall it.
GRANT: Try to remember.
TIM: *ponders for a moment*That's it! GeoTech! That's the name.
The waitress returns with the drinks. Alan lifts his beer before taking a sip.
GRANT: Cheers for that.
Tim swallows some of his iced water as well.
TIM: What should we do now? Now that I can't go home?
GRANT: First of all, we are going to buy a new ride. I left my Toyota next to your apartment so I can't go back for that. Then we will seek out this "GeoTech".
TIM: Isn't that dangerous? You know what they're capable of.
GRANT: I think we both deserve an explanation for this. *sets his glass down*And it better be a good one.
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10. EXT. NEW YORK - DAY
Alan pulls the car to a stop at the parking lot. Tim opens the door to catch a glimpse of a building with an un-cunningly familiar design.
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Alan and Tim head towards the building resembling the former visitor centre from Nublar complete with the large hay domes at the top. At the bottom of the stairs is a stone-framed sign reading "GeoTech- We Make Your Future From The Past". Alan watches the sign for a moment with suspicion before walking up the stairs after Tim.
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11. INT. GEOTECH OFFICES- DAY
They walk through the doors to enter the main lobby of the building. Tim stops for a moment to stare at the fountain in the middle built to resemble hadrosaurs with water pouring from their giant, crested heads. He then follows Grant to the other side of the hall. Two security guards stop them in their tracks.
GUARD: Sorry, sir, but you aren't allowed to be here. This is a private space for authorized personnel only.
GRANT: It's okay, boys. My young friend here has a huge crush on science and wanted to take me to see this place. It's our first time here.
GUARD: I understand, but you still shouldn't........
SECOND GUARD: Wait a bit, George. If they are so interested about this we could just as well show them some of the place.
GUARD: Fine. A small bit of commercial fame is never really a bad thing. Alright, you two. This place isn't free for tourists to wonder around because of our privacy, but we'll show you a little bit of what this place holds and then you will be out of here, okay?
GRANT: Fine with me.
GUARD: Okay. Follow us.
The guard leads them up the stairs.
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Grant and Tim are led through a corridor of offices. We see a few old posters of Jurassic Park and other dinosaur memorabilia hanging around the walls and tables accompanied by fake plants. Grant let's his eyes wander around.
GRANT: Could you explain us a bit about this place? What do you guys exactly do?
GUARD: Well, as you may already know, we're the former InGen. After the San Diego incident we changed our policy among our name. Our new policy is to no longer make real prehistoric animals, but rather put the genetic data together with the use of our super-computers, analyse that data with our new patented technology, and make theme-parks based around the information we gather on the lifestyles of these creatures. Our animatronics dinosaurs are nothing like ever seen by naked human eye. Stan Winston and Jim Henson would eat their own livers if they knew about the quality of our affiliate's work.
Grant catches a picture of a feathered Brachiosaur on the wall, watching it in a trance-like state for a while before realizing that the other guard is staring at him.
GRANT: Well, uhm, that's great.
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Back to the main lobby. As they come to a stop one of the guards hands them two booklets carrying the name GeoTech at the front cover.
SECOND GUARD: These should provide you with enough information if you have any more questions. Please leave now.
GRANT: Thank you. This has been very enlighten.
Alan heads back to the front-entrance with Tim as the other guard stares after them.
GUARD: I swear I've seen that man somewhere before...............
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The entrance of the building as Tim and Alan head down the steps.
TIM: Well, what did you think?
GRANT: I think the whole thing is a cover-up. Why would they only analyse the DNA when they can still create animals with it? This needs more investigating.
A man is waiting for them next to the sign. It's the man named Thorne we saw earlier. He walks up to them.
THORNE: I think I may be able to assist you in that, Dr. Grant.
TIM: Who are you?
THORNE: Jack Thorne. I'm a field equipment specialist.
GRANT: How are you involved with GeoTech?
THORNE: I think you may be interested to hear what I have to say.
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Back to Alan's truck. He is leaning on the bonnet, listening Thorne's story.
THORNE: I was originally hired by the company to create custom vehicles for their private use. They told me it had something to do with researching the fauna of Central America. They didn't give me more details so I let it go, even though their goals seemed suspicious to me.
GRANT: So, what exactly went wrong?
THORNE: At first I continued delivering the cars to them. Everything seemed fine until one night about a week ago near Santiago. My employee came running out of the woods, all freaked out. He said something about devils. Then one of the company's guards appeared. It was goddamn weird. And then some things attacked us.
GRANT: Can you describe them?
THORNE: A handful of some weird looking black and white lizards, I guess. That's all I could make out of them. It was quite dark. The guard and my employee both got killed. I was lucky to get out of there in one piece.
GRANT: Continue.
THORNE: Well, I drove back to San Antonio, flew back to the states and demanded an explanation. They wouldn't give any so I disassembled my contract. I tried to bring my case to the court, but no one believed me. That's when I heard about your friend. I knew you had experiences with similar animals. I contacted her husband. Then he told me about your quest. So I seeked you out.
GRANT: Why are you here?
THORNE: I want to help you. Whoever in GeoTech made those creatures shouldn't be walking free.
GRANT: Do you remember the exact location you were attacked in?
THORNE: Yes.
GRANT: Can you take us there?
TIM: Alan, I am not going there! Atleast I learned a thing or two from my experience.
GRANT: I understand, Tim, but it's the only way to prove that they made more dinosaurs. We can't present any claims without evidence.
THORNE: Tim may be right. I don't know what those "dinosaurs" were, but they surely picked my employee clean from his flesh. I'm not sure about risking my life for another time.
GRANT: Then we have to use a different approach.
TIM: Are you planning to send a team?
THORNE: I know many professionals who can help us.
GRANT: The only problem is that it isn't enough. I have witnessed similar people failing with these animals. If we are going to put together a team we have to make sure that they know exactly what they're up against. Otherwise we're only wasting our time.
THORNE: That's one of the reasons I turned to you. You have experience.
GRANT: That experience came at a cost. Besides, I barely survived from those creatures.
TIM: Why don't we just send in the military instead? They bombed Site B. I'm sure they can do it again.
THORNE: I'm afraid that isn't possible. Even if they believed us there would still be a major problem.
GRANT: Which is?
THORNE: That particular area is under GeoTech's ownership. If we try sending soldiers there it would only make the situation worse. No one can go there without the company's approval.
GRANT: Which also complicates our goal. Anymore ideas, Tim?
Tim doesn't answer, only staring forward.
GRANT: Tim?
We see a dart sticking from his neck. Tim drops to his knees and collapses to the ground.
We see three BioSyn's employed thugs standing behind him, each holding pistols equipped with silencers. One of them points his gun at Thorne and pulls the trigger. Another dart zips past Alan, hitting Thorne to the chest. He stumbles backwards, collapsing as well as the tranquilliser takes effect. Alan turns around in an attempt to run, but immediately bumps into Ed James, who jams the tip of his tazer to his face, knocking him out.
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Darkness. The voice of a man speaks.
MAN: Mr. Murphy. Mr. Murphy. Wakeywakey!
Tim opens his eyes. He is laying on a bed. The room around him swings a bit before settling to the face of the man we are already familiar with, Rossiter, who is sitting next to him.
TIM: Uhhhhhhhh! Where the hell am I?
Tim swipes his face with his palms and slowly gets up sitting.
ROSSITER: In my private jet.
TIM: What? Why did you take me here? I want out!!
He prepares to leap out of the bed but Rossiter grabs hold of him.
ROSSITER: You're in vain, Tim. We're already in the air.
TIM: What? Why? Where are we going?
ROSSITER: To see the status of your investment.
TIM: My....my investment? What are you babbling about?
ROSSITER: Please, Mr. Murphy. Don't tell me you didn't know what you got yourself into by accepting the stocks.
TIM: Is that why you have been wanting me all along?
ROSSITER: Yes, Tim. You are one of the official owners of GeoTech.
TIM: I don't want it!! I don't want your damned company!!
ROSSITER: It's not my company. I'm it's partner. My name is Jeff Rossiter and I'm the owner of BioSyn Incorporation. I'm the one to thank for InGen's so called salvation.
Tim watches Rossiter with a puzzled face as he pours champagne to a glass and hands it over to him. Tim stares at the glass for what seems like eternity before taking it to his hand. He doesn't drink the champagne, however, but sets the glass to the table next to the bed.
ROSSITER: Suit yourself. Now, as I was saying, InGen was in deep trouble after the San Diego incident, having lost almost all of it's money from repairing the damages to the city. That's when we contacted them and offered a deal. They took it and became our partners in the research started by Henry Wu. We got our information and, in return, they got to avoid bankruptcy. All was well. That is, until we lost contact to our facility, called Site C. And that's where we are going.
TIM: What are you going to do?
ROSSITER: Nothing special. It seems that some of our animals have caused trouble and we will see what the problem is. Don't worry, my employees are armed to the teeth and know what to expect. We even have a few grenade launchers in hand.
TIM: Don't even expect me to come with you.
ROSSITER: I'm afraid that you have no choice.
TIM: Why? Why should I risk my life again?
ROSSITER: Because we will be landing directly to the facility. It has it's own landing pad. We built it specifically to reduce the prize of equipment transportation. Keeps the costs down.
TIM: I will not be leaving this plane!!
ROSSITER: Well, I'm glad that you changed your mind, knowing that you wanted out just a moment ago.
TIM: What have you done to Alan and Thorne, you bastard?!
ROSSITER: Me? I haven't done anything. Your friends are handled by one of my best employees, the same man who brought you here. Don't worry, we aren't criminals. I quarantine that they are going to be just fine.
Rossiter walks to the door and knocks it with his hand. A voice of a guard answers from outside.
GUARD: What is it, sir?
ROSSITER: I'm done here. Open the door.
The guard unlocks the door. Rossiter looks back at Tim, who has burrowed his face between his hands.
ROSSITER: Enjoy the flight.
He then exits through the door and the guard closes it behind him.
12. INT. NEW YORK- DAY
The side-view of Alan Grant's forehead as he slowly opens his eyes, groaning. He looks around him.
Grant is inside a small room. Daylight pours through a small window at the wall next to him.
Alan gets up to his feet. He looks down to see a small millipede crawling under the chair. He observes his surroundings again and spots the door to his right. Alan tries the metallic handle, immediately pulling his hand back in pain from the small electric shock. He slams the door with his fist and leans his head to the frame, taking a deep breath, closing his eyes.
He is suddenly alerted by sounds at the other side. Someone unlocks the door and Alan quickly steps back. The door opens and Ed James walks inside the room. He smiles at Alan and speaks.
JAMES: Good to see you awake.
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Ed leads Grant to the front of the building where he has parked Alan's car. Grant looks back to the building when hearing the rest of the agents walking towards them. They have Thorne with them, his hands thumb cuffed. They forcefully push him next to Grant and one of them unlocks the cuffs. Ed grins at Grant's surprised and angry face.
JAMES: You are free to go.
GRANT: What does this mean?
JAMES: We got what we were looking for.
GRANT: Tim?
JAMES: You're absolutely correct, Dr. Grant. I also have to advice you not to talk about this to anybody because you will be doing it for nothing. No one will believe you. Mr. Rossiter will release Murphy when he is ready with their business and there's nothing you can do about it. Now get the hell out of my property.
Ed turns and walks back inside the building with his agents, leaving Grant and Thorne standing next to the car.
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13. EXT. HIGHWAY- DAY
Alan stops the car to the roadside and takes a deep breath. Thorne is sitting at the other seat, also thinking.
THORNE: So, they got Tim. What did they want from him?
GRANT: Tim is John Hammond's grandchild. He has stocks in his possession, which basically makes him one of the company's owners.
THORNE: Any ideas? We can't just stand still.
GRANT: And we certainly won't be.
THORNE: So, shall we put the team together?
GRANT: Jack,*slowly turns to stare at him* we are the team. No more specialists. They would only slow us down.
THORNE: In that case we must find some hardware.
GRANT: You're the field expert. Make up something.
THORNE: Alright, but in that case I will be doing the driving.*opens the door*
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13. INT. CENTRAL AMERICAN AIRSPACE
Rossiter's jet swoops over the screen, passing the tropical mountains below.
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Inside the cockpit. Rossiter walks through the door and observes the region through the windshield. He then looks at the pilots.
ROSSITER: How close?
PILOT: We're almost there, Mr. Rossiter. Should be behind the next mountain.
ROSSITER: Keep doing what you're doing.
Rossiter turns around and heads back to the plane's fuselage section where fifteen of his men are putting their vests on. One of them loads his modified AK-47 and puts it back on the seat.
ROSSITER: Okay, everyone. We're just about to land, so be prepared. I'm counting on you to secure the runway as soon as we touch down. If there's anything even resembling a carnivorous dinosaur take it down. We can't take a risk of the plane getting damaged by these animals. Get ready.
ROSSITER'S EMPLOYEE: Yes, sir.
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Tim, who is sitting inside the cabinet, staring at the window.
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The jet as it lowers it's altitude, having just passed the last mountain. Opening before it is a long runway. And on the runway is a herd of large dinosaurs with a green leathery skin and strong looking tails. Each of their two front limbs has a long spike.
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The cockpit as the other pilot notices the animals.
PILOT: Mr. Rossiter. You better come see this.
Rossiter is quickly in the cockpit, staring at the runway below.
ROSSITER: I'll be damned! Iguanodons! They're roaming the runway.
PILOT: Don't worry, sir. The noise of the plane's engine will scare them away.
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The plane descends towards the herd. The animals, upon hearing it's noise, look to the sky, suspending their enormous bodies on their hindlegs, and start bellowing. The jet swoops over them and, sure enough, sends them stampeding out of the runway.
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The cockpit as the pilots laugh at the reaction of the herd. Rossiter smiles as well.
ROSSITER: Just like cows.......
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The jet touches down to the concrete and rolls to a standstill, stopping to the runway. The plane's hatch rolls open, lowering the ramp to the ground. Two of Rossiter's querillas are the first to emerge, holding their weapons firmly as they scan the jungle around them.
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The cabinet as Rossiter emerges through the door. Tim is still sitting on the bed, watching through the window.
ROSSITER: Just to let you know, we
dusk of extinction
1. THE PROLOQUE
JOHN HAMMOND: What is life? There is so much for us to explore in it, to search our meaning, our true purpose. To me life has been an experience, a challenge that waits to be completed. I loved challenges, I loved to push my will of creation to the absolute limit. It made me more complete. It gave my life a meaning. It gave me something I could pass to others, to make people happy. But I made a mistake. I did something no man should have even planned, and I finally realize it. It started as a dream, a simple dream, but what a dream it was.
We see the world as it was millions of years ago. The continents are covered with lush vegetation from the ground to the trees, that rise more than thirty meters towards the skies. Large insects fill the air. The ground is also littered with prehistoric flowers. Dinosaurs are roaming these beautiful environments. From huge giants to small creatures skipping along the ground, trying not to get squashed under the huge feet. The necks of the sauropods reach upward and grab leafs from the trees with their mouths.
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We see a Tyrannosaurus Rex feeding it's young at the carcass of a Triceratops. The T-Rex rears it's head and roars loud, it's sound circling the area and the audience.
JOHN HAMMOND: I couldn't believe what I had. It was unbelievable. The gigantic creatures from our planet's past, roaming the landscape where everyone could see them, awed by their incredible might and beauty. So I started the construction of the park where I planned to bring my dream to reality. But I never realized that it would cost me more than just money. Human life’s would be lost and people, including everyone I worked with and my family, would be put into danger. The park fell out of control because of human greediness and our unawareness of the faults in our technology to control nature. So that was the end of it.
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We see hadrosaurs grazing at the plains. And stalking them is a pack of Velociraptors, ready to attack. But the alpha male halts, and looks up to the sky at the sound it hears, a sound the other raptors are also aware of. A booming sound belonging to the asteroid that will mark the end for the era of the dinosaurs. It's orange, bright light illuminates from it's fireball-like centre as it descends down towards the horizon, ready to unleash it's unimaginable power. It reaches the horizon and the raptor pack disappears to a flash of white.
JOHN HAMMOND: The last few years have been the darkest in my whole life. The events that my dream started have been affecting me since the moment I left Nublar behind. Site B was the final string that held the remains of my project intact. It was the last safe place to those animals, the true victims of my dream that I thought was harmless.
We now see the green shores of Isla Sorna getting closer, surrounded by the vast ocean. Military helicopters enter the screen, heading towards the island's centre.
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We see hundreds of US soldiers moving through the jungle, scanning the area with the built-in laser scopes of their weapons, progressing in formations of several units.
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Then we see a herd of Stegosaurs moving through the endless looking plains of Site B, doing what they always do, grazing and nurturing their young, until the first napalm explosion erupts in the trees close to them, making some of them stampede. Pachycephalosaurus get caught in a forest fire, trying to save themselves, one of them getting killed by a falling tree trunk.
JOHN HAMMOND: It was all my fault, I let people die in the islands and did nothing. All I wanted was to somehow save those animals from another extinction. I wanted a happy ending. A happy ending that was not possible. I no longer have control over the preservation of the animals. I have lost the fight to save at least some of them and the people I trusted turned against me. Is this the revenge of God? Did I do the wrong thing in the first place? All the mistakes I've done have led to this. I fear that the secrets I left behind will come haunt me after I'm dead. It would be too much for me to burden.
The scene changes again and we get to see a military vehicle driving down the old maintenance road as the fiery napalm clouds erupt in the distance again and again. We also hear sounds of dying creatures somewhere in the wilderness. The car comes to a stop next to a rotten looking dock where a large boat is waiting. The door of the Humvee opens and out steps a man. He’s wearing a dark grey suit and brown sunglasses, which makes us to believe that he is some sort of an agent. He is carrying a large metallic case. Slapped to it's side are warning labels saying something about dangerous chemicals. He walks towards the boat and is greeted by two soldiers and the boat's driver.
SOLDIER: Good day, Mr. Twellings. Did you get what you came here for?
TWELLINGS: Yes, it's all here.*taps the case with his hand* Mario, start the boat. I have to get these to my employer as soon as possible.
DRIVER: Right away, sénor.
The driver heads to the boat, followed by Twellings.
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Twellings is now sitting in the boat, holding the case around his arms like his dearest treasure. The boat has left the dock and is now heading towards the ocean, away from the island. We watch it becoming smaller and smaller, surrounded by water.
JOHN HAMMOND: Life finds a way, as Ian Malcolm once told me, but how will it finally end? As my own life slowly draws to a close I pray God that my grandchildren will find a way to cure the problem so no single person will ever get hurt again and all the known research will be destroyed so it wont fall to the wrong hands. This is my final wish.
We get a closeup of the name John Parker Hammond carved to a grave stone. Tim Murphy, who is now a young adult, is standing in front of it. He kneels down and places a self-picked flower next to the stone. He gets back up and says.
TIM: I miss you, grandpa.
Tim remains by the grave for a moment and then walks away.
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2. EXT. MONTANA- DAY
A ranch. A living room inside the house. The radio is on, playing country music.
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Now we're in the kitchen, watching a fridge with notes attached with magnets, one having a list of food products, the other being a cut-out of an old magazine cover with an Apatosaurus skeleton. Right next to that a page of a newspaper sports the large letters "Public Interest To Fossil Research Dead!". A man walks to the fridge, opens it, picks a can of beer and turns around. The man has grown a beard but we all recognize him as Alan Grant. He walks out from the kitchen and sits down to his cough in his living room. He takes a sip and closes his eyes.
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We get a look at some of his past items that are placed on the fireplace. His collection of raptor claw fossils, a plastic dinosaur figure, the raptor call whistle given to Alan by Billy Brennan and framed pictures of Grant, Ellie and his former excavation team.
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Grant takes another sip from his beer as the phone beeps and Alan's recorded voice answers.
RECORD: I am not here at the moment. Leave your message and I'll call you back. And just to let you know, I will not answer anymore of those questions about Jurassic Park if you are one of those stupid dino freaks. Any relatives of mine, forget what I just said. See you around.
The phone beeps again and a young man speaks.
MAN: Sorry if I call you like this, Dr. Grant, but I really must know something. Look, I know what you have gone through but I really have to know if it is true that the Dilophosaurus can spit venom and has neck frills.............
As the person speaks Grant gets up from his chair, walks up to the phone, picks up the receiver and says.
GRANT: Goodbye, Nathan.
CHARLES: No, wait!
Alan cuts off the call. He takes a deep breath and walks back to his living room. As he sits back down to the chair the doorbell rings.
GRANT: Damn.
Alan takes a deep breath.
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We get to the door, where another familiar person is waiting. Alan opens the door and sees Paul Kirby standing in front of him.
GRANT: Didn't expect to see you in here.
PAUL: Well, I was around the neighbourhood so I wanted to visit. It took me hours to find your house. Plus, it's bloody scorching in here. Must be the summer.
GRANT: I know. Those address books rarely get my number right. They always confuse it with the rattlesnake breeder friend of mine. He lives around the corner.
PAUL: Wow. Then I guess I'm lucky I didn't find that house. Can I come inside?
GRANT: Sure, but you can't stay long. By the way, where's the rest of you?
PAUL: Amanda? Eric? Nah, it's just me. They stayed in Oklahoma.
Paul walks inside as Alan closes the door.
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Back inside the house as Paul examines Alan's furniture and fossil collections.
PAUL: So this is how you live. Great collection.
GRANT: Thank you. So, what brings you here, Paul?
Paul turns and looks at Alan.
PAUL: Listen, I've been a real jerk to you. You do remember that week, don't you? The adventure we went through together in there was really my fault. I should have never pulled you into it. I mean, you have suffered enough already because of these creatures since your first accident in Hammond's theme park. I've been thinking that I may have done the wrong choice by picking you, knowing that you never even saw the second island.
GRANT: Nah, it's alright. We all make mistakes.
PAUL: No, it's not alright. You see, Eric is really important to me and I simply went ahead without thinking straight. I went in too fast, thinking only about his protection. I mean, he could have been dead as far as anyone knows, but I'm happy that he wasn't. It was still the wrong thing to do. I could have simply hired more mercenaries for the job instead of just Cooper, Udesky and Nash.............
Paul goes silent for a moment. Grant pats him in the back and says.
GRANT: They were good people.
PAUL: Yeah, they were, now all dead thanks to me.
GRANT: Just forget about it. I'll get you a beer. I just bought some.
Grant goes to the kitchen, followed by Paul. As Grant opens the fridge Paul looks around.
PAUL: This is a brilliant house. I'd gladly live in a place like this.
GRANT: It tends to get quite uncomfortable without proper air-ventilation. The fans and the fridge still do the job. Always own a fridge in Montana.*takes the beer can and hands it to Paul* Here you go.
PAUL: Thanks. *takes the can*
GRANT: Please, sit down.
Paul sits by the table. Grant joins him.
GRANT: So, have you seen those Pterosaurs yet?
PAUL: Nah, I think we're quite safe in Oklahoma. I still hope that they wont get to kill anyone.
GRANT: They're just animals, Paul. I'm sure they had a reason to attack us for trespassing their territory.
PAUL: I.....would guess so. I still see nightmares of Eric dangling in those claws.
GRANT: Well, at least it's dealt with. We're all still alive.
PAUL: Cheers for that.
They both take a drink as the phone beeps and the same record plays.
PAUL: You're getting a call.
GRANT: Must be another one of those dinosaur enthusiasts. They use to call me all the time.
PAUL: Why?
GRANT: You know why.
PAUL: Oh......
The phone beeps again. A man is talking, but this time it isn't just another one of Alan's fans. The man sounds very stressed and worried.
MARK: Hello? Listen, Alan, it's Mark here. Can you call me back as soon as possible? We really need you up here. Alan, please pick up the phone if you're there. *we hear him sniffing like he was crying*
Alan realizes who it is, gets up from the chair and walks towards the phone. Paul also gets up.
PAUL: Who is that? Is it someone you know? He doesn't sound right.
GRANT: He's a guy named Mark Deggler. That's Ellie's husband.
PAUL: The one who got us out?
GRANT: Yes, that's her.
Grant quickly picks up the receiver.
GRANT: I'm here, Mark. What's wrong?
What Mark says isn't heard but it almost makes Alan jump.
GRANT: What?!
The conversation continues.
GRANT: Now, now calm down, Mark. Everything is going to be alright. When did this happen?
Mark speaks again. Alan nods his head in a understanding manner.
GRANT: Okay. I'll be there as soon as possible.
Alan puts down the receiver. He rests on the table and takes a deep breath. He has turned completely pale. Paul looks very worried as well.
PAUL: What is it?
GRANT: It's Ellie. Something has happened to her.
3. EXT. SANTIAGO- DAY
The local hospital. Alan is sitting in the corridor, waiting to see Ellie. A nurse walks up to him.
NURSE: You can see Mrs. Deggler now.
GRANT: Thank you.
Grant walks inside the room the nurse leads him at. The former Ellie Sattler is there, laying in the bed, badly bruised and having scars in her body, which the doctors have stitched up. Mark Deggler is also there, sitting next to the bed. He sees Alan and gets up. Grant stares at Ellie's mangled form.
GRANT: What happened, Mark?
MARK: She.......went jogging to the public trail and.........
Mark goes quiet again and sits back down next to the bed.
Ellie opens her eyes. Alan immediately comes over and gently grabs her hand.
ELLIE: *whispers*A........l.........lan? Alan.........?
GRANT: Hi. Are you alright?
ELLIE: *whispers*Alan........
GRANT: Don't speak. You have to conserve your strength. The doctors have treated you the best way they can.
ELLIE: *whispers*Alan, they're here......... t-t-they're here........ *closes her eyes*
Grant stares at Ellie with a puzzled face when a doctor enters the room. Grant gives him a questioning look.
GRANT: Is she going to be okay?
DOCTOR: Barely. She came very close to death with all that bleeding. She's going to be here for a while.
The doctor goes to check Ellie's pulse as another man enters. He looks like an official.
MAN: Mr. Grant. My name is Marty Guitierrez and I'm leading the investigations. *shakes hands with Alan*May I have a word with you?
GRANT: Sure.
They walk out from the room, leaving Mark and the doctor with Ellie. They reach the corridor and Grant turns around to face Guitierrez in an instant.
GRANT: What the hell happened to her?
MARTY: You better sit down when I explain, Mr. Grant.
Alan sits to the bench and listens.
MARTY: Mr. Grant. I know that you are a close friend of Mrs. Deggler and this may shock you quite a bit, knowing your, so called, past experiences.
GRANT: What happened?
MARTY: She went jogging about two days ago and, well, was ambushed in the forest.
GRANT: By who?
MARTY: This may be hard for you to believe......
GRANT: Who ambushed her?
MARTY: Mr. Grant..........they were dinosaurs. Most probably Raptors.
GRANT:.........What?!
Some people stare at Grant. Marty continues.
MARTY: The local guide that found her........well, he saw them.
GRANT: *with a stressed voice* Did he describe them??
MARTY: Yes. He said that they were bird-like and had huge claws in their feet. They were just leaving when he arrived. He definitely knew what he was talking about.
GRANT: *speechless*
MARTY: And that isn't everything. This has happened before.
GRANT: Please continue..........
MARTY: It started from cattle being reported missing an year ago. We thought that it was caused by wild pumas. Then some chicken farmers stated that some kind of big creatures had eaten some of their birds. Then three local people disappeared. Mr. Grant. According to your stories only one kind of dinosaur from InGen could cause this kind of damage to Mrs. Deggler. These creatures have been behind it all along.
GRANT: Oh my God...........
MARTY: Yes, I know that you're shocked. I would be if I were in your pants.
GRANT: Do you think there would be more of them?
MARTY: I can't tell. Can you?
GRANT: No. You're right.
Grant takes a very deep breath.
GRANT: Why hasn't the public been informed about this?
MARTY: We don’t want to cause panic around here. People would also call us nuts for spreading unconfirmed stories. The governments are concerned enough already.
Grant doesn't respond.
MARTY: Take this as you wish. I think you have heard enough. I'll leave you alone now.
Marty heads down the corridor, leaving Alan to stare at the blank space in front of him. He looks almost ill.
Mark walks out of the door, sees Alan, sits down next to him and says.
MARK: Are you alright?
GRANT: I just can't believe my luck.
MARK: This has been horrible for all of us, Alan, but at least Ellie is alive. You did the right thing for coming here. You are her closest friend.
GRANT: I just cant understand why it had to be her. It seems that our past doesn't let go of us. I feel like I'm somehow responsible for all of this.
MARK: Chill out, Alan. It wasn't your fault.
GRANT: Yeah. I'm simply wondering who to blame.
Grant gets up from the chair. Mark's children are farther in the corridor, standing next to the exit.
GRANT: Mark, I know you wont support this, but I have to seek out the ones responsible for this.
MARK: Let it go, Alan. Think about your own good.
GRANT: And you think about what those creatures did to Ellie. If someone doesn't pay for this it may happen again, but in greater scale. Mark, you work for the government. You must have some kind of information about InGen. I must have that information. And I must have it now.
MARK:*stares at Alan and takes a deep breath* Fine, but be aware that this is highly confidential. I guess you are right. My wife shouldn't have gone through this. They messed with the wrong people.
GRANT: What do you have?
MARK: I'm sorry, Alan, but I'm not the one who actually owns InGen so my responses are limited. Also, all the information from the company is in the highest hands so the only way to get it is to ask it. Sorry, even I can't access it, let alone break inside those files.
GRANT: So what the hell am I supposed to do?
MARK: Wait a second! *snaps fingers* Now I remember. There is one who once closely worked with InGen. You may know him already.
GRANT: So............who is it?
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4. INT. NEW YORK- DAY
A man is working on the oven. We hear a familiar female voice coming from somewhere in the house.
WOMAN: Is the oven working yet, Ian?
The man turns and we see who the man is, being none other than Ian Malcolm. He grabs the pliers from the table and shouts.
MALCOLM: No, honey, it's still busted.
WOMAN: At least we're getting some pizza soon.
Ian continues working with the oven until the doorbell rings.
SARAH: Can you open the door? I'm heading to the shower.
MALCOLM:*takes a deep breath* Fine, honey.
Ian gets up from the floor, puts the pliers and rubber gloves next to the oven and walks out from the kitchen.
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The door as Ian opens it from inside and meets the face of Alan.
MALCOLM: Okay, Mr, I'm kind of busy right now and waiting for..............oh bugger, it can't be you.
GRANT: Hello, Ian.
MALCOLM: Hum, long time no see? Uhm, so, uhm, what brings you here, Alan?
GRANT: I'm looking for information. About InGen.
MALCOLM: Please, Alan, don’t bring up that subject. I'm already done and dealt with it. It's past, forget about it. Uhm, do you really want to come inside? My wife is in the shower. *points behind his back*
GRANT: No, it's fine. I'm used to that.
MALCOLM: As you wish.
Ian opens the door further and Alan walks inside. They come inside Ian's living room.
MALCOLM: Do you really want to discuss about this?
GRANT: Ian, Ellie was attacked by raptors.
MALCOLM: Say that again?
GRANT: You heard what I said.
MALCOLM: But............wasn't Site B destroyed?
GRANT: Yes, I know that. Someone re-cloned them. Someone from InGen.
MALCOLM: Alan, InGen is done for. They went out of business long before John passed away.
GRANT: *takes a deep breath*I know, Ian. But the only way to clone those raptors would be by the DNA of a living one. InGen was the only company capable of harvesting that DNA. Ian, those raptors were created by InGen.
MALCOLM: How would that be possible?
GRANT: That's what I'm trying to find out. Tell me everything you know.
MALCOLM: Well, I did work as an consultant for Donald Gennaro. You do remember him, don't you?
GRANT: Yeah, the blood sucking lawyer who became T-Rex supper.
MALCOLM: Well, uhm, I was only partly aware of what Hammond was doing at that time, but I knew that he was constructing the park.
GRANT: Who else worked with him? Besides Wu and Muldoon?
Malcolm is about to answer when Sarah Harding walks to the room, wearing a bathrobe and has her hair covered in a towel.
SARAH: Ian, who is this guy? He surely isn't the pizza deliverer.
MALCOLM: Honey, this is.........
GRANT: Alan Grant.
Alan reaches his hand and Sarah shakes it.
SARAH: Dr. Alan Grant? I have heard a lot about you. It's really weird that we haven't met before. I work in the same field as you.
GRANT: Let's just say that I resigned. I'm no longer a paleontologists.
SARAH: Oh. It's really a shame. You were the best. What gives us the honour?
MALCOLM: He came here to ask me something about InGen.
SARAH: I'd gladly not talk about that.
GRANT: My friend was wounded by Raptors in Cuba. She was vacationing there with her family.
SARAH: You mean they somehow got there? Well, that's too bad. I'm sorry.
GRANT: You shouldn't be. So, where were we, Ian?
MALCOLM: *is about to continue and opens his mouth, but says instead* I may just have the thing you're looking for at my computer. I keep all my old notes and contracts there.
Malcolm walks to the next room, followed by his comrades.
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Malcolm, who is now sitting at the computer, closely watched by Alan and Sarah.
MALCOLM: The people from the government confiscated all my paperwork after the first accident but I managed to keep some of my notes untouched in my personal files, which is a miracle by itself. Some of them should be still here. Hey, that was fast.
Malcolm clicks one or two files until he finds an old contract scan showing a list of people, including Donald Gennaro and John Hammond among many other names with a black stamp of an old InGen logo. Grant examines it carefully.
MALCOLM: This list should contain all the names you're looking for. I'll print it for you so you can read it when you're heading back home.
GRANT: It's just that I'm not going back home. I wouldn't enjoy being in Montana knowing that these bastards still produce dinosaurs.
MALCOLM: So, you're in a personal vendetta. Ellie must be very important to you.
GRANT: The last woman you'd want to harm.
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Back to Ian's doorstep as Alan steps out. Ian speaks again.
MALCOLM: One more thing, Alan.
GRANT: What is it?
MALCOLM: Just to let you know that you should proceed with caution. No one has ever dug this deep into that company.
GRANT: What do you mean?
MALCOLM: All I'm saying here is that there may be much involved. InGen had a lot of contacts, some being from the government.
GRANT: I think I know the risks involved here, Ian. Thanks for the warning. It was nice to meet again.
Grant starts walking away.
MALCOLM: You're welcome. And hey, *Alan turns around* just be careful, okay?
Alan smiles at Malcolm and walks away
5. INT. LOS ANGELES- EVENING
The camera zooms through a small cafeteria, following the back of a man in a costly looking suit. He sits to a table where another man is already waiting.
MAN IN COSTLY SUIT: You called me, Mr. Rossiter. Is this something important?
The second man, named Rossiter, sips his coffee and turns the page of the newspaper he is reading.
ROSSITER: Thank you for coming, Ed. I have a small job for you.
The first man, called Ed James, leans closer.
JAMES: This job better to be good.
ROSSITER: The people from your network have reported that Alan Grant is seeking the old members from InGen.
JAMES: Because of the accident?
ROSSITER: Yes, the attack on Ellie Deggler was unintentional. None of us know how the animals escaped but that is now the least of our problems. The Site C project will be put into harms way if Grant manages to wake the public’s attention. The project must not be revealed by him.
JAMES: What should I do with him, Mr. Rossiter?
ROSSITER: Just make sure that he doesn't get in our way.
JAMES: You can already count that as done. Mr. Grant will be in good hands. Where can I inform you when I'm ready with him?
ROSSITER: I'll be heading back to Africa in two days. You can catch me on my cell phone.
JAMES: Okay, Mr Rossiter. One more thing. What about Murphy? You seemed to recall something about him previously.
ROSSITER: Just concentrate on Grant. I've already sent my best man to converse with Tim Murphy. Your men wont be needed unless we ask for their services.
JAMES: Okay. Enjoy your lunch, Mr. Rossiter.
James gets up from the chair and walks out from the cafeteria. Rossiter sips his coffee again and continues reading the newspaper.
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6. INT. PHILADELPHIA - NIGHT
Tim Murphy's apartment. Tim is sitting at the table, listening to his good friend, Daniel Foxx.
DANIEL: So I went to see this movie and it was horrible. Just another carbon copy of those cheesy B-flicks. The characters were so one-dimensional that I simply left the theater during the first hour. You know what the problem with todays movies is, Tim?
TIM:*yawns* Yeah?
DANIEL: The problem is always in the characters, not just the plot. You know, directors always miss huge portions of character believability. They always make them seem act like they are meant to be mindless bad guys or boring heroes that have no soul other than slaying fake looking rubber monsters and getting laid by even more useless female characters. I mean, women never get intelligent parts and only serve as creature fodder. The special effects barely keep those films intact. People always want special effects, nothing else. They never think about the people involved in it and therefore miss the real point. That is probably why more mature audiences prefer drama. Drama, that's exactly what good adventure films need more. More drama, less old Hollywood cheese scripts. The movie industry really needs to evolve.
TIM: Yeah, that is kind of correct.
Tim hears his cell phone ring and takes it out of his pocket.
TIM: Hello?
Alan is at the other side, driving his Toyota Avensis down the road.
GRANT: Hi, Tim. It's Alan here. Alan Grant.
Tim seems to get surprised by Alan's call.
TIM: Ah, hey, Alan. I haven't heard about you for ages.
GRANT: Yeah, I've been in Montana.
TIM: Is there a reason for you calling me in the evening?
GRANT: Listen, I have some things to ask you. Do you mind if I come to stick around for a moment? I'll be at your house in a minute.
TIM: Well, I have a friend here but I guess you're welcome.
GRANT: Thanks.
Grant shuts the phone. Daniel aims a questioning look at Tim.
DANIEL: A relative of yours?
TIM: Alan Grant.
DANIEL: Alan Grant?! The guy who saved you and your sister??
TIM: Yeah, it's weird that you mentioned it.
DANIEL: So, what did he want?
TIM: Actually, it is what he wants. He'll be here in a minute.
DANIEL: He's coming here?! Oh man, I got to witness this!
TIM: *looks at his watch* As a matter of fact, weren't you supposed to be at home half an hour ago?
DANIEL: What? *looks at his own watch* sh*t. Are you sure I can't stay longer?
TIM: It's better for you to go now. It's getting late.
DANIEL: Fine. Thanks for the chat. I'll call you.
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Alan's car pulls up in front of Tim's house as both he and Daniel walk through the front door. Alan pulls the window down as they walk up to him.
GRANT: Long time no see.
TIM: Yeah. By the way, this is Daniel.
DANIEL: Hello, Mr. Grant. I heard you, uhm, once helped Tim.
GRANT: We were both younger during then. Nice to meet, Mr. Daniel.
DANIEL: Well, I got to be going. I'm already late. Bye.
Daniel walks off, leaving Alan and Tim to stare at each other.
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Back inside as Tim pours coffee into a cup at the table. Alan is sitting at the other side.
TIM: What you're saying doesn't make sense, Alan. Why did they attack her?
GRANT: Ellie just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Really makes me feel that I've done everything wrong from the beginning.
TIM: You shouldn't be saying that, Alan. *sits down* You aren't cursed. None of us is. Grandpa just made dinosaurs and we got into their way.
GRANT: Actually, Tim, I may need some help from you.
TIM: I'm right here, Alan.
GRANT: Take a look at this.
Grant hands over the print. Tim takes it and gets surprised again.
TIM: Huh? This is one of the contracts. Where did you get this?
GRANT: From Malcolm.
TIM:*takes a deep breath* What do you want me to do?
GRANT: I want you to take a look at that list of people and tell me who they are.
TIM: How can you possibly think that I know them?
GRANT: Well, I'm trying to keep up with all the information I can get. And, since you are John's grandchild you must have met some of them. You did know Ludlow.
TIM: Yeah, that arrogant prick that brought down InGen. I really don’t want to remember him.
GRANT: It still seems that he did partly fail in that. Someone is still doing cloning and I have to find them. The least thing we want is more people getting hurt like Ellie. I have to stop the ones behind this. Tim, you must help me.
TIM: *stares at the print* I..........I don’t know!!*slams fist to the table* I'm sorry, Alan, but I can't do this. It's already painful enough to be the grandchild of a dead millionaire that everyone hates.
GRANT: Tim, John was a good person and you know it. Nobody hated him for what he did. It was his dream. At least I liked him.
TIM: You're lying, Alan. I know you're lying. You did hate him because he put you and me and everyone else to a needless risk. You disliked him.
GRANT: Tim, that is not true.
TIM: Go!! Get out of my house and never come back! I'm sick of those dinosaurs and I'm sick of you!! And take your print with you!!
Tim throws the paper at Alan who is shocked by Tim's sudden change of behaviour. He slowly picks up the paper and says.
GRANT: Fine, Tim. I know you're upset. I'll go.
Alan gets up and heads towards the door. Tim suddenly comes after him.
TIM: Forgive me, Alan. I lost my temper.
Alan stops.
TIM: Listen, I don’t know much about these people but there is something you should know. Actually, it's weird that you happened to ask about InGen. Alan, I've received offers. From them.
Grant turns around in a flash.
GRANT: InGen has made you offers?? How?
TIM: They have sent me letters. They want me to join some kind of a project.
Grant is quiet. Tim continues.
TIM: Alan, you may be right. The print you got from Malcolm is useless at this moment but there is definitely something going on that concerns the animals. You came to the right place.
GRANT: Tim, just what exactly do they want from you?
TIM: I'm not sure.
GRANT: What has held you back from telling this to somebody?
TIM: They warned me not to do so. If I did they would sue me for spreading top secret information. I would get in serious trouble for it. I don’t know what it means and why I'm so important to them but I have a hunch.
GRANT: What?
TIM: It may be because of my relations to John.
GRANT: Relations? I thought you only were his grandchild.
TIM: Well, its a long story.
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Cut to the road as a grey Mustang arrives in front of Tim's house and stops next to Alan's car. A man steps out of it and walks past the fence, towards the front door.
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Back at Tim and Alan.
GRANT: You can tell me everything. We got time.
TIM: Well, you know that I was his favourite grandchild? We...............
They hear the doorbell. Grant looks at Tim.
GRANT: I didn't know that more of your friends are going to visit you this late.
TIM: No, I haven't talked to anybody besides Daniel. All the rest of my friends live elsewhere. I'll go see who it is.
Tim walks down the corridor.
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We see Tim opening the door and meeting the stare of a man. This man, though, looks distantly familiar. The man takes off his sunglasses.
MAN: Hello, Mr. Murphy. Sorry if I bother you this late but I have some important business to discuss with you.
TIM: Who are you?
MAN: Oh, I didn't introduce myself yet. Lewis Dodgson. I work for BioSyn Incorporation.
Dodgson reaches for a handshake but Tim just stands there.
TIM: What do you want?
DODGSON: Well, it has reached our ears that you have refused to answer to the letters of our partner company called InGen. You do already know this.
TIM: Listen, Mr Dodgson. I'm sure we can.........
Grant suddenly appears to the doorway.
GRANT: Back off! Tim doesn't take any offers from you!
Tim turns around to stare at Alan with a terrified look. Dodgson, however, simply smiles and remains at his posture.
DODGSON: Oh, is that so? Well, let me tell you this........Dr Grant. Mr Murphy here will not be refusing.
GRANT: Get the hell out of here, punk!!
TIM: Alan, calm down. I'm sure we can settle this without shouting.
DODGSON: Nah, I'll go. Grant here doesn't seem to let us talk in peace.
Dodgson pushes himself past Tim and sharply stares at Alan.
DODGSON: But let me mark this, Grant. This wont be the last time you will hear from us.
Dodgson turns and walks back to his car. He shuts the door and drives away as both Tim and Alan watch from the doorway.
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Back inside the house as Alan sits down.
GRANT: I'm getting too old for this.
TIM: Just take deep breaths, Alan. I'll bring some coffee.
Tim heads to the kitchen as Alan closes his eyes.
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Dodgson's car as it comes to a stop somewhere far away from Tim's house. He grabs his cell phone and dials a number. He waits and someone answers.
DODGSON: It's Dodgson here. We have a problem.
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Grant sipping at his cup of coffee at the table. Tim is sitting next to him.
GRANT: Tim, how long have they been wanting you?
TIM: Almost an year.
GRANT: Jesus..........
TIM: It's alright, Alan. I'm not going to accept their offers.
GRANT: You are wise, Tim. People have suffered enough already because of them. It wouldn't be right if something happened to you.
TIM: Actually, I am a bit scared. Did you see the look in his eyes? He's going to come back. And I don’t know who else is going to be with him.
GRANT: Don't worry, Tim. I'll stay with you. I wont let anyone force you into anything. This will be ended. I promise you.
Tim looks at the watch and speaks again.
TIM: It's getting late. You have driven all the day so I guess you just have to spend the night here.
GRANT: Well, I was going to seek out a hotel but I guess I'll stay anyway. Where can I sleep?
TIM: On the sofa, if that's alright with you. I'll get you a blanket.
Tim gets up and exits the kitchen, leaving Alan to finish his remaining coffee.
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7. INT. TIM'S APARTMENT- NIGHT
Alan is sleeping on the sofa, having a horrible nightmare. We hear Ellie's voice screaming for Alan as the Raptor's tear her to shreds.
GRANT: *in his head*Ellie!!
Alan wakes up violently and gasps for air. A deep sigh. Grant wipes the sweat from his face and buries his head to his palms. As he calms down he suddenly gets more alert from sounds coming outside Tim's house. He gets up from the sofa.
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The camera pans at Alan splashing his face with cold water in the bathroom. He wipes his face with a towel and stops. The sounds have returned. They seem to resemble chopper blades. Alan turns his head and walks out of the bathroom.
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Alan walks through the living room, listening. He halts and looks in front of him. We see the door that leads to the backyard. The sounds seem to be coming from behind it. Alan continues walking towards the door and stops again, now closer to it. He looks down and sees beams of several flashlights shining from under it, illuminating the living room. Grant backs away from it and heads to the next room. He quickly grabs his shirt and jeans.
The door is suddenly smashed inside. Moving inside are men wearing black vests and carrying deadly looking assault rifles.
Grant is seen peeking behind the wall as they slowly start searching through the house. He slips behind another wall and heads to the stairs.
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Tim's room as Alan comes inside and pulls him out of the bed.
TIM: What? Why are you waking me this late?
GRANT: Put your clothes on! We have to get out of here! Now!
TIM: What?
GRANT: Just do as I say!
Tim grabs his jeans as Alan stares nervously at the door.
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The corridor as Tim and Alan head down it. A flashlight beam shines from the stairs and Alan pulls Tim behind another wall.
GRANT: Damn, they have us surrounded!
TIM: What are these people doing in my home?
GRANT: It should be already obvious. They want something from you. Or me. Where can we go, Tim?
TIM: The window.
GRANT: Okay. Move.
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Outside the house as Tim opens the window from the upper floor and climbs down the ladder. Alan quickly follows him. The backyard is full of activity. Alan ducks behind the trash canister when an agent runs past. They take cover behind the neighbour garage and sneak away from the house.
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They hide behind a fence once they've gotten far ahead and remain there. Alan keeps peeking around it to make sure they are alone.
TIM: I can't believe this.
GRANT: Tim, it's alright. We lost them.
TIM: Alan, what am I going to do now? I can't go back home.
GRANT: We'll make up something. This will be ended. I already promised you.
He turns around to face the young man.
GRANT: Now listen, Tim. Everything is going to turn out fine. I will find a good place for us and then you will tell me everything you know, okay?
Tim simply nods and fakes a smile.
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8. EXT. UNKNOWN COSTA RICAN LOCATION- NIGHT
A man's foot splashes down to a puddle in fast motion. We see him running down a muddy road and arriving to a fenced parking lot. Another man is waiting there, smoking a cigarette. He notices the other man, dropping the cigarette to the ground. The other man reaches him, looking like he just saw a ghost, speaking frantically.
MAN: Sénor Thorne!! Sénor Thorne!! We have to leave! Now!
THORNE: What is it, Diego? What happened?
DIEGO: This place is cursed! I just saw a man die! They killed him!
THORNE: What? You don't make sense, man. There's nothing wrong in here as far as I can.......
DIEGO: I'm telling you, we have to leave! You never spoke to me about devils!! I quit!!!
At the same moment another man walks towards them. He is carrying a rifle. Thorne notices him.
THORNE: Could you tell me what my friend just saw? He's all frantic and...........
MAN: Whatever he told you will be kept inside these walls.
THORNE: What do you mean? I'm not saying that I believe him.....
MAN: I have to ask you to put your hands on the ground. And I'm not kidding around!
The man aims his rifle at them. Thorne gets a shocked look.
THORNE: Now, wait a second! Who do you think you're speaking to, let alone aiming a gun at? I'm the developer of your company's research equipment. If you don't lower that gun right now.......
MAN: Get down to the ground!!
THORNE: Fine, you jerk!
Thorne then starts getting down to his knees.
Suddenly an animal about the size of a wolf bursts out from the jungle, leaping on the man holding the rifle. He shouts in pain as the creature locks it's jaws around his neck, spilling blood to the ground. Diego screams as Thorne looks up to see more of the animals coming out of the bushes, swarming the man with their overwhelming numbers. We get a good look at the black and white coloration of their bodies. The attacked man collapses under the weight of the creatures as Thorne gets back to his feet and runs towards a car parked at the other side. He glimpse in and twists the ignition key.
THORNE: Diego!! Get in the car!!!
The other man named Diego rushes towards him. He is just about to open the door when another white striped lizard pounces towards him. It grabs his leg to it's gridlock-like jaws and bites. Diego screams as more of the animals attack him. Thorne witnesses all of this and pushes the pedal. The car gets more speed, drifting around the other cars, towards the exit. More of the creatures leap on the vehicle, dangling from the roof and the bonnet. One of them smashes the side-window and nips at him. Thorne braces himself and pushes the pedal to it's limit as the vehicle crashes into the gate, sending out a shockwave of sparks as the gate is broken off from it's hinges. All of the lizards scream in pain as the electricity burns them, dropping off from the car, allowing Thorne to speed away to the dark jungle ahead.
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A closeup of the cigarette Thorne dropped. It is still smouldering.
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9. INT. RESTAURANT IN PHILADELPHIA- MORNING
Tim, who is sitting in the table of a restaurant, having borrowed his face between his arms. Grant is at the far corner, speaking on the phone.
GRANT: Alright. Thank you.
He hangs the receiver and walks back to Tim. He then sits down opposite to him.
GRANT: Okay, I didn't find anything important about BioSyn Incorporation, so I think you need to tell me more.
TIM: What do you need to know?
GRANT: You were just about to tell me about your relations to John before Dodgson showed up. What relations, Tim?
TIM: We knew each other well far before the first incident in Nublar. He told me about a birthday present that he had wanted me to have for a long time. Well, the accident had happened and he was busy with all the lawsuits so it remained that, just words. But then, few years later, I got something from the mail. An envelope containing............... *gives a deep sigh*
GRANT: What, Tim?
Tim sniffs and wipes a tear from his face.
TIM: A few of the stocks for InGen.
Alan's eyes turn wide from surprise. Tim burrows his face back between his hands, weeping.
GRANT: So that's what they're after. The last remaining stocks for the company........
Tim continues weeping.
GRANT: Please tell me you got rid of them.
TIM: *sniffs* No. I forgot them completely after grandpa's death. I thought they had become worthless with InGen's bankruptcy. So I didn't care. It's kind of funny to think that one of John's final wishes was for me to have them along my sister so we could............*continues weeping*
Alan reaches over the table and gently grabs Tim's hand. The young man looks up at him.
GRANT: I'm so sorry, Tim.
Tim slowly returns a smile.
GRANT: Can you tell me more about BioSyn?
TIM: .........I'll do my best.
GRANT: Just take your time. I don't think anyone's going to interrupt you now.
A waitress walks over to them.
WAITRESS: Do you want anything?
GRANT: Yeah, I'll have a beer. Bring some iced water to my friend too.
The waitress then leaves them alone. Tim looks back at Alan's smiling face.
TIM: As a matter of fact, I think I do have something.
GRANT: I'm all ears.
TIM: When I was first contacted by InGen they told me that they had changed their name recently. Geo-something. Can't quite recall it.
GRANT: Try to remember.
TIM: *ponders for a moment*That's it! GeoTech! That's the name.
The waitress returns with the drinks. Alan lifts his beer before taking a sip.
GRANT: Cheers for that.
Tim swallows some of his iced water as well.
TIM: What should we do now? Now that I can't go home?
GRANT: First of all, we are going to buy a new ride. I left my Toyota next to your apartment so I can't go back for that. Then we will seek out this "GeoTech".
TIM: Isn't that dangerous? You know what they're capable of.
GRANT: I think we both deserve an explanation for this. *sets his glass down*And it better be a good one.
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10. EXT. NEW YORK - DAY
Alan pulls the car to a stop at the parking lot. Tim opens the door to catch a glimpse of a building with an un-cunningly familiar design.
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Alan and Tim head towards the building resembling the former visitor centre from Nublar complete with the large hay domes at the top. At the bottom of the stairs is a stone-framed sign reading "GeoTech- We Make Your Future From The Past". Alan watches the sign for a moment with suspicion before walking up the stairs after Tim.
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11. INT. GEOTECH OFFICES- DAY
They walk through the doors to enter the main lobby of the building. Tim stops for a moment to stare at the fountain in the middle built to resemble hadrosaurs with water pouring from their giant, crested heads. He then follows Grant to the other side of the hall. Two security guards stop them in their tracks.
GUARD: Sorry, sir, but you aren't allowed to be here. This is a private space for authorized personnel only.
GRANT: It's okay, boys. My young friend here has a huge crush on science and wanted to take me to see this place. It's our first time here.
GUARD: I understand, but you still shouldn't........
SECOND GUARD: Wait a bit, George. If they are so interested about this we could just as well show them some of the place.
GUARD: Fine. A small bit of commercial fame is never really a bad thing. Alright, you two. This place isn't free for tourists to wonder around because of our privacy, but we'll show you a little bit of what this place holds and then you will be out of here, okay?
GRANT: Fine with me.
GUARD: Okay. Follow us.
The guard leads them up the stairs.
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Grant and Tim are led through a corridor of offices. We see a few old posters of Jurassic Park and other dinosaur memorabilia hanging around the walls and tables accompanied by fake plants. Grant let's his eyes wander around.
GRANT: Could you explain us a bit about this place? What do you guys exactly do?
GUARD: Well, as you may already know, we're the former InGen. After the San Diego incident we changed our policy among our name. Our new policy is to no longer make real prehistoric animals, but rather put the genetic data together with the use of our super-computers, analyse that data with our new patented technology, and make theme-parks based around the information we gather on the lifestyles of these creatures. Our animatronics dinosaurs are nothing like ever seen by naked human eye. Stan Winston and Jim Henson would eat their own livers if they knew about the quality of our affiliate's work.
Grant catches a picture of a feathered Brachiosaur on the wall, watching it in a trance-like state for a while before realizing that the other guard is staring at him.
GRANT: Well, uhm, that's great.
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Back to the main lobby. As they come to a stop one of the guards hands them two booklets carrying the name GeoTech at the front cover.
SECOND GUARD: These should provide you with enough information if you have any more questions. Please leave now.
GRANT: Thank you. This has been very enlighten.
Alan heads back to the front-entrance with Tim as the other guard stares after them.
GUARD: I swear I've seen that man somewhere before...............
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The entrance of the building as Tim and Alan head down the steps.
TIM: Well, what did you think?
GRANT: I think the whole thing is a cover-up. Why would they only analyse the DNA when they can still create animals with it? This needs more investigating.
A man is waiting for them next to the sign. It's the man named Thorne we saw earlier. He walks up to them.
THORNE: I think I may be able to assist you in that, Dr. Grant.
TIM: Who are you?
THORNE: Jack Thorne. I'm a field equipment specialist.
GRANT: How are you involved with GeoTech?
THORNE: I think you may be interested to hear what I have to say.
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Back to Alan's truck. He is leaning on the bonnet, listening Thorne's story.
THORNE: I was originally hired by the company to create custom vehicles for their private use. They told me it had something to do with researching the fauna of Central America. They didn't give me more details so I let it go, even though their goals seemed suspicious to me.
GRANT: So, what exactly went wrong?
THORNE: At first I continued delivering the cars to them. Everything seemed fine until one night about a week ago near Santiago. My employee came running out of the woods, all freaked out. He said something about devils. Then one of the company's guards appeared. It was goddamn weird. And then some things attacked us.
GRANT: Can you describe them?
THORNE: A handful of some weird looking black and white lizards, I guess. That's all I could make out of them. It was quite dark. The guard and my employee both got killed. I was lucky to get out of there in one piece.
GRANT: Continue.
THORNE: Well, I drove back to San Antonio, flew back to the states and demanded an explanation. They wouldn't give any so I disassembled my contract. I tried to bring my case to the court, but no one believed me. That's when I heard about your friend. I knew you had experiences with similar animals. I contacted her husband. Then he told me about your quest. So I seeked you out.
GRANT: Why are you here?
THORNE: I want to help you. Whoever in GeoTech made those creatures shouldn't be walking free.
GRANT: Do you remember the exact location you were attacked in?
THORNE: Yes.
GRANT: Can you take us there?
TIM: Alan, I am not going there! Atleast I learned a thing or two from my experience.
GRANT: I understand, Tim, but it's the only way to prove that they made more dinosaurs. We can't present any claims without evidence.
THORNE: Tim may be right. I don't know what those "dinosaurs" were, but they surely picked my employee clean from his flesh. I'm not sure about risking my life for another time.
GRANT: Then we have to use a different approach.
TIM: Are you planning to send a team?
THORNE: I know many professionals who can help us.
GRANT: The only problem is that it isn't enough. I have witnessed similar people failing with these animals. If we are going to put together a team we have to make sure that they know exactly what they're up against. Otherwise we're only wasting our time.
THORNE: That's one of the reasons I turned to you. You have experience.
GRANT: That experience came at a cost. Besides, I barely survived from those creatures.
TIM: Why don't we just send in the military instead? They bombed Site B. I'm sure they can do it again.
THORNE: I'm afraid that isn't possible. Even if they believed us there would still be a major problem.
GRANT: Which is?
THORNE: That particular area is under GeoTech's ownership. If we try sending soldiers there it would only make the situation worse. No one can go there without the company's approval.
GRANT: Which also complicates our goal. Anymore ideas, Tim?
Tim doesn't answer, only staring forward.
GRANT: Tim?
We see a dart sticking from his neck. Tim drops to his knees and collapses to the ground.
We see three BioSyn's employed thugs standing behind him, each holding pistols equipped with silencers. One of them points his gun at Thorne and pulls the trigger. Another dart zips past Alan, hitting Thorne to the chest. He stumbles backwards, collapsing as well as the tranquilliser takes effect. Alan turns around in an attempt to run, but immediately bumps into Ed James, who jams the tip of his tazer to his face, knocking him out.
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Darkness. The voice of a man speaks.
MAN: Mr. Murphy. Mr. Murphy. Wakeywakey!
Tim opens his eyes. He is laying on a bed. The room around him swings a bit before settling to the face of the man we are already familiar with, Rossiter, who is sitting next to him.
TIM: Uhhhhhhhh! Where the hell am I?
Tim swipes his face with his palms and slowly gets up sitting.
ROSSITER: In my private jet.
TIM: What? Why did you take me here? I want out!!
He prepares to leap out of the bed but Rossiter grabs hold of him.
ROSSITER: You're in vain, Tim. We're already in the air.
TIM: What? Why? Where are we going?
ROSSITER: To see the status of your investment.
TIM: My....my investment? What are you babbling about?
ROSSITER: Please, Mr. Murphy. Don't tell me you didn't know what you got yourself into by accepting the stocks.
TIM: Is that why you have been wanting me all along?
ROSSITER: Yes, Tim. You are one of the official owners of GeoTech.
TIM: I don't want it!! I don't want your damned company!!
ROSSITER: It's not my company. I'm it's partner. My name is Jeff Rossiter and I'm the owner of BioSyn Incorporation. I'm the one to thank for InGen's so called salvation.
Tim watches Rossiter with a puzzled face as he pours champagne to a glass and hands it over to him. Tim stares at the glass for what seems like eternity before taking it to his hand. He doesn't drink the champagne, however, but sets the glass to the table next to the bed.
ROSSITER: Suit yourself. Now, as I was saying, InGen was in deep trouble after the San Diego incident, having lost almost all of it's money from repairing the damages to the city. That's when we contacted them and offered a deal. They took it and became our partners in the research started by Henry Wu. We got our information and, in return, they got to avoid bankruptcy. All was well. That is, until we lost contact to our facility, called Site C. And that's where we are going.
TIM: What are you going to do?
ROSSITER: Nothing special. It seems that some of our animals have caused trouble and we will see what the problem is. Don't worry, my employees are armed to the teeth and know what to expect. We even have a few grenade launchers in hand.
TIM: Don't even expect me to come with you.
ROSSITER: I'm afraid that you have no choice.
TIM: Why? Why should I risk my life again?
ROSSITER: Because we will be landing directly to the facility. It has it's own landing pad. We built it specifically to reduce the prize of equipment transportation. Keeps the costs down.
TIM: I will not be leaving this plane!!
ROSSITER: Well, I'm glad that you changed your mind, knowing that you wanted out just a moment ago.
TIM: What have you done to Alan and Thorne, you bastard?!
ROSSITER: Me? I haven't done anything. Your friends are handled by one of my best employees, the same man who brought you here. Don't worry, we aren't criminals. I quarantine that they are going to be just fine.
Rossiter walks to the door and knocks it with his hand. A voice of a guard answers from outside.
GUARD: What is it, sir?
ROSSITER: I'm done here. Open the door.
The guard unlocks the door. Rossiter looks back at Tim, who has burrowed his face between his hands.
ROSSITER: Enjoy the flight.
He then exits through the door and the guard closes it behind him.
12. INT. NEW YORK- DAY
The side-view of Alan Grant's forehead as he slowly opens his eyes, groaning. He looks around him.
Grant is inside a small room. Daylight pours through a small window at the wall next to him.
Alan gets up to his feet. He looks down to see a small millipede crawling under the chair. He observes his surroundings again and spots the door to his right. Alan tries the metallic handle, immediately pulling his hand back in pain from the small electric shock. He slams the door with his fist and leans his head to the frame, taking a deep breath, closing his eyes.
He is suddenly alerted by sounds at the other side. Someone unlocks the door and Alan quickly steps back. The door opens and Ed James walks inside the room. He smiles at Alan and speaks.
JAMES: Good to see you awake.
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Ed leads Grant to the front of the building where he has parked Alan's car. Grant looks back to the building when hearing the rest of the agents walking towards them. They have Thorne with them, his hands thumb cuffed. They forcefully push him next to Grant and one of them unlocks the cuffs. Ed grins at Grant's surprised and angry face.
JAMES: You are free to go.
GRANT: What does this mean?
JAMES: We got what we were looking for.
GRANT: Tim?
JAMES: You're absolutely correct, Dr. Grant. I also have to advice you not to talk about this to anybody because you will be doing it for nothing. No one will believe you. Mr. Rossiter will release Murphy when he is ready with their business and there's nothing you can do about it. Now get the hell out of my property.
Ed turns and walks back inside the building with his agents, leaving Grant and Thorne standing next to the car.
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13. EXT. HIGHWAY- DAY
Alan stops the car to the roadside and takes a deep breath. Thorne is sitting at the other seat, also thinking.
THORNE: So, they got Tim. What did they want from him?
GRANT: Tim is John Hammond's grandchild. He has stocks in his possession, which basically makes him one of the company's owners.
THORNE: Any ideas? We can't just stand still.
GRANT: And we certainly won't be.
THORNE: So, shall we put the team together?
GRANT: Jack,*slowly turns to stare at him* we are the team. No more specialists. They would only slow us down.
THORNE: In that case we must find some hardware.
GRANT: You're the field expert. Make up something.
THORNE: Alright, but in that case I will be doing the driving.*opens the door*
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13. INT. CENTRAL AMERICAN AIRSPACE
Rossiter's jet swoops over the screen, passing the tropical mountains below.
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Inside the cockpit. Rossiter walks through the door and observes the region through the windshield. He then looks at the pilots.
ROSSITER: How close?
PILOT: We're almost there, Mr. Rossiter. Should be behind the next mountain.
ROSSITER: Keep doing what you're doing.
Rossiter turns around and heads back to the plane's fuselage section where fifteen of his men are putting their vests on. One of them loads his modified AK-47 and puts it back on the seat.
ROSSITER: Okay, everyone. We're just about to land, so be prepared. I'm counting on you to secure the runway as soon as we touch down. If there's anything even resembling a carnivorous dinosaur take it down. We can't take a risk of the plane getting damaged by these animals. Get ready.
ROSSITER'S EMPLOYEE: Yes, sir.
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Tim, who is sitting inside the cabinet, staring at the window.
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The jet as it lowers it's altitude, having just passed the last mountain. Opening before it is a long runway. And on the runway is a herd of large dinosaurs with a green leathery skin and strong looking tails. Each of their two front limbs has a long spike.
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The cockpit as the other pilot notices the animals.
PILOT: Mr. Rossiter. You better come see this.
Rossiter is quickly in the cockpit, staring at the runway below.
ROSSITER: I'll be damned! Iguanodons! They're roaming the runway.
PILOT: Don't worry, sir. The noise of the plane's engine will scare them away.
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The plane descends towards the herd. The animals, upon hearing it's noise, look to the sky, suspending their enormous bodies on their hindlegs, and start bellowing. The jet swoops over them and, sure enough, sends them stampeding out of the runway.
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The cockpit as the pilots laugh at the reaction of the herd. Rossiter smiles as well.
ROSSITER: Just like cows.......
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The jet touches down to the concrete and rolls to a standstill, stopping to the runway. The plane's hatch rolls open, lowering the ramp to the ground. Two of Rossiter's querillas are the first to emerge, holding their weapons firmly as they scan the jungle around them.
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The cabinet as Rossiter emerges through the door. Tim is still sitting on the bed, watching through the window.
ROSSITER: Just to let you know, we
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