THE LOST WORLD: JURASSIC PARK

Screenplay by David Koepp

Directed by Steven Spielberg

A blue ocean stretches before the camera as the view shifts upward to

a large island, surrounded by clouds in the distance.

The wind whistles as the camera focuses on the misty island we see that

it is "ISLA SORNA", located "87 miles Southwest of Isla Nublar". The 

camera moves down from the sky to huge cliffs covered by foliage.

Camera moves down the cliff side to waves crashing on the shoreline

rocks, causing saltwater to thrust upwards.

The camera slowly begins to move out from the cliffs, facing the

ocean. A white yacht floats upon the churning waves, not far from

the shore. A woman chatters in the background.

A member of the crew, wearing a white sailing uniform, passes in

front of the view of the yacht. The camera moves to follow him.

Mrs. Bowman: (In a British accent) "I love you. [Kissing sound]

Thank you so much."

A man carrying a bottle of wine comes into view. He begins to pour

the bottle into one of two gold-rimmed crystal flukes sitting on a

table.

Mrs. Bowman: "Fabulous! Thank you Geoffrey."

Geoffrey Bernard: "You're welcome."

Geoffrey finishes pouring the wine into one of the flukes and sets

the bottle into a fancy glass container filled with ice.

Mrs. Bowman: "We'll also take a bottle of red, as well. Thank you."

Geoffrey picks up the full fluke and begins to walk away.

Geoffrey: "Certainly."

Geoffrey walks over to Mr. Bowman. Mrs. Bowman can again be heard

in the background.

Mrs. Bowman: "Right, Now---  oh!"

Mr. Bowman sits in a heavily padded wooden chase lounge reading a

 newspaper. He looks up. Geoffrey hands him the fluke of wine.

Mr. Bowman: "Thank you, Bernard."

Geoffrey: "You're welcome."

Another yacht crew member walks up to little Cathy Bowman with a

tray of sandwiches. He bends down to offer her one. She takes it.

Cathy Bowman: "Thank You."

The white yacht can still be seen floating right off shore.

In the background, Mrs. Bowman talks to a crew member.

Mrs. Bowman: "That looks wonderful. Beautiful day."

Cathy begins to walk along the shore.

Mrs. Bowman: "Sweetie, where are you going?"

Cathy: "Eating my sandwich"

Mrs. Bowman: "You'll ruin your appetite, darling. We're

having prawns, your favorite."

Cathy: "I don't like prawns!"

Cathy continues to walk along the beach, away from her mother.

Mrs. Bowman: "Now darling, don't wander off."

Mr. Bowman looks up from his newspaper with a grim face,

disturbed. Lowering his fluke, he peers over at Mrs. Bowman

and smirks.

Mr. Bowman: "For God's sake, leave her alone, Deidre."

Mr. Bowman looks down at his paper. Mrs. Bowman still follows

close behind her daughter, arguing with her.

Mrs. Bowman: "Sweetheart, we'll play with your ball".

Cathy: (Interrupting) "Mother, don't be so annoying!"

Cathy continues to walk off, leaving her mother behind. Her

mother stands, dumbfounded. Mrs. Bowman turns around and walks

over to Mr. Bowman, who still is sitting in the wooden lounge.

A huge ocean wave crashes into a rock far behind them, sending

a huge bulge of white water shooting into the air. The yacht

crew continues to work around the Bowmans.

Mrs. Bowman: "Darling, what about snakes?"

Mr. Bowman: "There aren't any snakes on the beach. Just let

her enjoy herself for once."

Mrs. Bowman considers the idea, and begins to walk away. She

walks over to the small table with the bottle holder and empty

fluke setting on top. She looks up and calls to a crew member.

Mrs. Bowman: "Edward!"

Edward: "Yes ma'am?"

Scene flashes to Cathy Bowman skipping along the other side

of the beach, humming. Sandwich in hand, she bends down and

picks up a small vine growing along the shoreline to look at

it. She drops it. She continues to walk, kicking up sand for

fun. As she gets closer to the dense foliage of the forest,

she takes a large bite of her sandwich, chewing it. Walking

farther inland, Cathy comes to the point where the beach

sand ends. A forest with large trees lies ahead.  A bush

beside her shakes.

[Chittering noise]

The bush shakes again, and a chirping noise echoes through

the woods. Cathy looks at the bush in confusion. A small green

creature jumps out of the bush, peering at Cathy. (Compsognathus)

Cathy steps back.

[Creature Squawks]

Cathy Bowman: "Well, hello there."

[Creature Panting]

Cathy: "What are you, some sort of bird or something?"

Cathy gets down on her knees and gets closer to the animal. The

animal chitters again and snorts.

Cathy: "Are you hungry? Here, take a bite."

She tears off a piece of her sandwich and offers it to the

Compy. The compy peers at the food and chirps.

Cathy: "It's roast beef. It's good."

Cathy holds the offering closer to the animal.

Cathy: "Come on, I won't hurt you."

The Compy sniffs the food, then takes it and swallows it

down. Cathy turns her head back toward the beach.

Cathy: "Mummy! Daddy! You've got to come see this! I

found something!"

Holding her sandwich up by her side, Cathy looks back around

to the animal. She begins to frown and become alert. More warbling

and chirping sounds come from the bushes in front of her. She

cautiously peers from side to side. More compys jump from the

underbrush toward her. She quickly jumps to her feet as they begin

to join all around her. They are looking for food.

[more Chirping, Chittering, Squawking]

The camera  flashes to the Bowmans. A crew member cautiously places

a nicely-prepared ham onto the table. The table is filled with fine

chef-prepared delicacies. Mrs. Bowman looks up, holding her hat so

that the wind dose'nt blow it off.

Mrs. Bowman: "Cathy, darling, lunch is ready!"

The compys aggressively surround Cathy Bowman on the beach, peering

up at her. Cathy suspects it is the sandwich they are after.

Cathy: "Are you looking at this?"

[Screeching, Growling, Squawking]

The animals continue to circle her.

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

One compy leaps up at Cathy, trying to take the sandwich from her hand.

[Screech]

Cathy screams, throwing the sandwich to the ground. A few of the

compys begin to devour it, but more compys still surround Cathy. A

few compys begin to lunge at Cathy. She screams.

Mr. Bowman throws his newspaper down, and listens. He hears Cathy's

screams. Mrs. Bowman and the crew stop what they're doing and listen,

too. Cathy's screaming can still be heard.

Mrs. Bowman: Paul?

Mr. Bowman hurls himself out of the chase lounge and runs out in

front of Mrs. Bowman and the crew to investigate.

Mr. Bowman: "Cathy!"

Mr. and Mrs. Bowman begin running for their daughter, the crew

hurrying fast in front of them.

They come to the other side of the beach, following Cathy's footprints.

Mrs. Bowman: "Hurry! Hurry up!!!"

Mr. Bowman: "Cathy!"

The crew runs into the woods where Cathy is being attacked. Deidre

Bowman stops dead in her tracks, eyes wide. She gasps for breath as

she peers into the woods. She screams.

[Scream]

Ian Malcolm yawns on a tropical beach, the sky blue behind him. The

sound of subway breaks interrupts the scene.

[Screeching, Squealing]

Ian steps aside, revealing that the scene was nothing more than a

realistic poster behind him.  He yawns, walking towards the oncoming

train.  He gets on the train and sits down, unfolding his newspaper

and beginning to read as the train starts moving.

Rude Guy: (snaps his fingers several times, then goes and near Ian) 

You're him, right?

Ian: excuse me?

Rude guy: the scientist? The guy? I saw you on TV. I believed you.

(chuckles.. He roars, making a "chomping" hand motion with his arms)

Cut to: Hammond's mansion. Ian knocks on the door, and a butler 

answers.

Butler: Who shall I tell Mr. Hammond is calling?

Ian: uh.. Ian Malcolm. I've been summoned.

Inside the mansion.  Piano music plays softly in the background.  

Somewhere a door closes.. Tim and Lex come running down the stairs.

Tim: Dr. Malcolm!

Ian: ...God. Oh, my god!

Lex: Hello Dr. Malcolm! It's so great to see you!

They hug each other.

Ian: Kids! Kids! It's so great to see you! It's so great---look at you!

Tim: You came to see grandpa?

Ian: Yeah, Yeah, he called me. Do you know what this is about? I don't

either.... This joint's kind of creepy.. Isn't it?  Is everything ok?

Lex: Well, not exactly.

A group of people wearing suits come walking down the stairs.  One of

which is Peter Ludlow.

Ludlow: Well, Dr. Malcolm... Dr. Malcolm. Here to share a few campfire 

stories with my uncle?

Ian: You can convince the Washington Post and the Skeptical Enquirer of

anything you want, but I was there; I know what happened -- and so do you.

Ludlow: Do you believe that everyone who chose discretion did so for some

nefarious motive? Even Lex and Tim?

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

Ludlow: No it isn't. You signed a nondisclosure agreement before you 

went to the island that expressly forbade you from discussing anything you 

saw. You violated that agreement.

Ian: Yeah I did, and you lied. You twisted the facts surrounding the deaths of

three people. You stuffed misinformation down the public's throat. Which made me

look like a nut. Hasn't been so good for my livelihood...---

Ludlow: (interrupting) We made a generous compensatory offer for your

injuries.

Ian: That was a payoff and an insult!  And when you spin reality, when you

cover up evidence. It hurts. It ruins more than my reputation. It hurts---

Ludlow: (interrupting again) As I recall, your university revoked your tenure

for your selling wild stories to--

Ian: (interrupting) I didn't sell anything. I never took a cent. And I told the

truth.

Ludlow: Your version of it...

Ian: There aren't any versions of the truth. And I'll tell you something, InGen

can't keep spewing out---

Ludlow: InGen is my responsibility now, Doctor, and I will jealously defend

it's interests.

Ian: Your responsibility? What about Mr. Hammond?

Ludlow: It is our board of directors which I must look in the eye, not my

uncle.  You must trust me, these problems you have are about to be rendered

moot. In a few weeks time, they'll be long forgotten.

Ian: (takes a hold of Ludlow by his arm) Not by me...

Ludlow: Careful.... This suit cost more than your education.

Cut to: Hammond's bedroom.  From off camera:

Hammond: You were right, and I was wrong. There! Did you ever expect to hear me 

say such a thing!?  Thank God for Site B!

Malcolm: Site B?

Hammond: Isla Nublar was just a showroom; something for the tourists.

Site B was the factory floor. That was on Isla Sorna, 80 miles from

Nublar. We bred the animals there and nursed them for a few months

and then moved them into the Park...

Malcolm: Oh, really? I did not know that.

Hammond: Now, after the accident in the Park, Hurricane Clarisse

wiped out our facility on Site B. Call is a "act of God". But; we had

to evacuate of course, and the animals were released to mature on their

own. "Life will find a way", as you once so elegantly put it. And by

now we have a complete ecological system on the Island! With dozens of

species living in their own social groups. Without fences. Without

boundaries. Without constraining technology. And for four years I've

tried to keep it safe from human interference.

Malcolm: Well, that's right, that's right! I mean, hopefully you've

kept this Island quarantined, ah and contained. But I'm in shock about

all this. I mean, ah, that they're still alive. Ah, you bred them

lysine deficient. Shouldn't they have kicked after seven days without

supplemental enzymes?

Hammond: Yes! But; by God, they're flourishing! That's one of the

thousand questions I want the team to answer.

Malcolm: Team?

Hammond: Yes! I've, ah, I've organized an expedition to go in and

Thank You (Ian helps him out of bed) and document them. To make the most 

spectacular living fossil record the world's ever seen!

Malcolm: Wait a minute. Go in... Document?! What do you mean? With like

people?!

Hammond: (crossing to desk) Yes, the animals won't even know they're

there. Very low impact. Strictly observation and documentation. Our

satellite infrareds show that the animals are FIERCELY territorial.

The carnivores are isolated in the interior of the Island; so the team

can stay on the outer rim. Don't worry Ian! I'm not making the same

mistakes again!

Malcolm:  (With both hands to sides of face)  No, your making, your

making all new ones! Ah, John. Wait. So. Ah. OK, so there's another

Island with dinosaurs?! No fences this time; and you want to send

people in?! Very few people! On the ground! Right? And who are these

four lunatics that your trying to con into this?

Hammond:  Well, it was difficult to convince them of what they're

going to see. And in the end I had to use my checkbook to get them

there.

Hammond: (picking up four thick files)  But; there's Nick Van Owen,

who's a video documentarian.  (hands one file to Ian)  And Eddie

Carr, who's a field equipment expert. (hands another file to Ian)

Ah.. we have our paleontologist. (tucks a file under his arm) And

I was hoping that perhaps you might be the fourth! (hands fourth

file to Ian and starts heading towards the bed) We've been on the

verge of Chapter 11 ever since that accident in the Park, and there

are those in the Company who wanted to exploit Site B in order to

bail us out. They've been planning it for years and I've been able

to stop them up until now. But, a few weeks ago a British family on

a yacht cruise stumbled across the Island and their wee girl was

injured. Oh, she's fine! She's fine! But, ah, the Board has used

the incident to take control of InGen from me. And now it's only a

 matter of time before this "Lost World" is found and pillaged!

Public opinion is the one thing that I can use to preserve it!

But, in order to rally that kind of support, I need a complete photo

record of those animals.  Alive and in their natural habitat!

Malcolm: So, you went from Capitalist to Naturalist in just four

years! That's, that's something!

Hammond: sitting on side of bed, waving Ian over - It's our last

chance at redemption!

Malcolm: John; no! Of course; no! And, I'm going to contact the

other 3 members of your team and I'm going to stop them from going!

- turns toward the desk, leafing through the files.

Malcolm: Who's the paleontologist by the way? Who did you say?

Hammond: She came to me! I want you to know this!

Malcolm: (turning to face Hammond) Who did!?

Hammond: Leave it to you Ian, to have associations, affiliations,

even liaisons with the best people in so many fields.

Malcolm: You didn't contact Sarah!?

Hammond: Paleontological behavior study is a brand new field and

Sarah Harding is on that frontier!

Malcolm: NO!

Hammond: Her theories on Parenting and Nurturing Amongst Carnivores have 

framed the debate!

Malcolm: NO!  (Looking anxiously about the room)

Hammond: What are you doing?

Malcolm: Where's your phone?

Hammond: (As Ian picks up the phone) It's too late -- she's already

there! The others are meeting her in three days.

Malcolm: almost falling, sits on edge of desk - You sent my

girlfriend to this Island!?  Alone!?

Hammond: Sent, is hardly the word! She couldn't be restrained! She was

already working in San Diego doing some research at the Animal Park.

It's only a couple of hours flight from there. And she was adamant!

Absolutely adamant about making the initial foray by herself! -

laughing - Thinks she's Diane Fossey!  "Observation without

interference", she said, going on and on; well, you know how it is!

After you were injured in the Park, she sought you out. And then she

went all the way down to that hospital in Costa Rica to ask somebody

who she didn't even know if the rumors were true.

Malcolm: Ah, If you want to leave your name on something, fine! But,

STOP putting it on other people's headstones, John!

Hammond: Oh, she'll be fine! She's spent years studying African

predators. You know, sleeping down wind, and all. She knows what

she'd doing! And believe me the Research Team will...

Malcolm: (pointing his finger to Hammond's face )It's not a

RESEARCH expedition anymore; it's a RESCUE operation, and it's

LEAVING right now!!!

Malcolm leaves.

Hammond counts his four team members on his fingers.

Cut to:  Overhead view of a large warehouse.  Large vehicles are being prepared

by dozens of workers.  In the background a huge, beefed-up trailer with a jungle

color scheme is being worked on by several men.  Eddie and Malcolm walk

along-side the vehicle.  Malcolm is engrossed in figuring out how to operate the

satellite phone.

Eddie:  You can't shave three days off my deadline and expect everything to be

ready...  I'm not fully supplied!  I haven't field-tested any of this..

Malcolm:  (looking at the phone)  What's the point of giving her a satellite

phone if it doesn't work?  What's the matter with this...

Eddie: Could be anything.. solar flares, satellite out of synch... maybe she

even turned it off.  (calling to the workmen) I need half air on the tires here

guys..

Malcolm: (holding the phone up to his ear)  Maybe she doesn't know how to use

it...

Eddie:  What, are you kidding?  She's faxed me refinements on fifty percent of

the plans for this stuff..

The phone still not working, Malcolm hits it a few times on the fender of the

trailer.

Eddie: Ow, ow, ow!! Don't do that!  You gotta baby it a bit... you gotta love

it..

Malcolm:  I'll love it when it works...

Eddie: It'll work when you love it..  (he takes the handset from Ian)  Let me do

it.

Malcolm:  Coming along Eddie?

Eddie:  (looking down at the phone) I don't like the field much..  but in this

case, I can't resist.

A white van back up into the warehouse.  Nick Van Owen gets out.  He heads

straight to the back of his van and opens it.

Nick:  Thanks for the two-minute warning, Eddie.

Eddie:  Nick Van Own, this is Ian Malcolm.  Nick's our field photographer.

Malcolm:  (shaking Nick's hand)  How do you do..

Eddie:  Ian's our... Ian..

Malcolm:  What's your.. background?  Wildlife photography?

Nick:  Wildlife, combat, you name it.  When I was with Nightline, I was in

Rwanda, Chechnya, all over Bosnia.. (A worker comes over and takes a box from

Nick)  Thanks.. Did some volunteer work with Greenpeace once in awhile..

Malcolm: Greenpeace?  What drew you there?

Nick:  Women.

Eddie:  Eighty percent female, Greenpeace.

Malcolm:  (quietly) Noble.

Nick:  Yeah, well, Noble was last year.  This year I'm getting paid.  Hammond's

check cleared, or I wouldn't be going on this wild goose chase.. (he turns and

walks away from the van)

Malcolm:  Yeah, well, where you're going is the only place in the world where

the geese chase *you*!

From outside, Kelly Malcolm runs into the warehouse.

Kelly:  Dad, dad, dad, dad, dad, dad, dad, dad!

She jumps into Ian's arms.

Malcolm:  Oh!!  Kelly my honey.. you found it.. What took you so long?

Kelly:  I couldn't get a cab...

Malcolm:  Sweetie, that's okay.. Now listen.. I gotta tell you, uh..something..

I gotta talk to you.

Cut to:  Upstairs in a small office of the warehouse.  Kelly sits in a chair and

swivels around.

Kelly: I don't even know this woman.

Malcolm:  It's Karen.. you've known her for ten years...

Kelly:  She doesn't even have Sega.. She's such a troglodyte..

Malcolm:  Cruel, but good word use.

Kelly:  Why can't I stay with Sarah?  (She gets up and walks around, passing

several architectural drawing tablets.  Ian follows her.)

Malcolm: Cause.. uh.. Sarah is out of town... Karen's fantastic!  She said she'd

take you horseback riding, to the movies.. you're going to have a fantastic

time.

Kelly finds another chair and kneels in it, swiveling around.

Kelly:  Stop saying "fantastic"...  Where are you going anyway?

Malcolm:  It's only for a few days.. I wouldn't be going if it wasn't really

important..

Kelly:  I'm your daughter all the time, you know.  You can't just abandon me

whenever opportunity knocks.

Malcolm:  (silently) That hurts my feelings... what.. did you mom tell you to 

say that?

Eddie calls over the PA system:  Dr. Malcolm.. downstairs please.

Malcolm:  Sweetie, I know we've had some hard going, but in the last couple of

years.. we've started to work things out.  Hasn't it been better?

Kelly: (getting off the chair.  Again, Ian follows as she walks around)  Yeah,

but I want you to crack on me a bit.. ground me.. send me to my room!  You never

do any of that stuff. 

Malcolm:  Why would I?  Cause you turned out to be so beautiful, brilliant,

powerful, funny, and generous?  The queen.. the goddess.. My inspiration..

Eddie over PA:  Dr. Malcolm..

Kelly:  I could come with you!  I could be your research assistant like I was in

Austin.

Ian:  This is nothing like Austin.  Uh-- but anyway, you got your own stuff.

You got your gymnastics competition.  You've been training for months..

Kelly:  (looking perturbed)  Gymnastics?  I scrubbed out, Dad.  I got cut from

the team.  Thanks for knowing..

Ian:  Oh.. I'm sorry honey.. I uh.. know how much that meant to you.

Kelly:  You like to have kids, but just don't want to be with them do you?

Ian: (angrily)  I'm not the one who dumped you here and split for Paris..

(slamming the desk drawer)	 so don't take it out on me...

Eddie over PA:  Dr. Malcolm, downstairs..

Ian:  Honey.. I'm.. sorry.. I'm sorry... Hey, you want some good parental

advice?  Don't listen to me.. don't listen to me.

Cut to:  Floor of the warehouse.  Workmen are chattering and shouting.

Ian:  How're we doing here?

Eddie:  Specs say it can't deform at 12,000 PSI, so we're just gonna test it.

Well let's clear.  Are we clear?

Workmen ready a large reinforced metal platform above the trailer.  It is pulled

up by a series of wires and pulleys.

Ian:  What is this?

Eddie:  (looking up)  It's a high hide.  A HIGH HIDE.  You know, you go up, and

you hide.. high.  It goes up to where the trees are and keeps the researches out

of harm's way..

Ian:  Actually..uh.. it'd put them at a very convenient biting hight.

Cut to:  Overhead view of the warehouse.  Ian and Eddie walk through the bustle

of workmen.  Kelly appears on screen, walking towards the trailer.

Ian: (to Eddie)  Um.. what's the time?  Do you have the time?

Kelly walks slowly around the trailer.

Eddie:  Do I have the time?  Why?

Kelly walks up some steps, and enters the large vehicle.  Ian and Eddie can be

heard talking from outside.

Ian:  We're leaving in three hours.

Eddie:  Three hours?

Inside the trailer, Kelly walks through it slowly, staring at the large amounts

of electrical equipment.

Kelly: Whoa.. whoa. whoa. whoa.. this is sooo cool.

She approaches the back of the trailer, and stares at an illuminated map on the

wall.  It's a detailed map of a group of islands.. "Las Cinco Muertes" can be

seen next to the group.

Cut to:  Overhead shot of the tanker.  The camera then switches to right beside

the tanker.  The trucks and the trailer are seen aboard. The camera

zooms to the back of the tanker.  The camera then zooms out, and the

island is seen with the tanker heading toward it.

There is a shot of some steep mountains, with dense clouds

moving in between them.  Then a different is hill comes in view, the

camera comes down.  Ian is seen, aboard the ship.  He has his back to

the camera.  He抯 looking at the island.  He looks to the right, then to

the left, then he turns around at the sound of a suitcase being opened.

 The camera zooms out and Eddie and Ian are in view.  Eddie is in front

of a large suitcase.

Eddie: Lindstradt air rifle.  Fires a subsonic Fluger impact

delivery dart. (Eddie shows Ian the dart)

Ian: Does it work any better than your satellite phone?

Eddie: That抯 funny.  (Eddie picks up the gun)  I loaded it with the enhanced 

venom of conus purpurascens, the South Sea cone shell. (Eddie picks up a metal 

pole and starts to screw it in the gun) Most powerful neurotoxin in the 

world, acts within a two-thousandth of a second.  Which is faster than 

the nerve-conduction velocity.  So the animal抯 down before it even feels 

the prick of the dart.

Ian: Is there an antidote?

Eddie:  What do you mean, like if you shot yourself in foot?

Don抰 do that.  You抎 be dead before you even realized you had an

accident.

Someone in the background is speaking Spanish.  The camera

switches to the trailers.  Nick walks out between a jeep and the trailer

speaking Spanish.  The captain of the ship and a small boy are

walking behind Nick.  They抮e arguing with Nick.  Nick walks up to Ian.

Nick: Hindini says that he wants to unload on the shore right here.

(The captain quiets the kid)  

Nick: He won抰 go any further up the river.  He抯 heard too many stories 

about this island chain, and he wants to drop us off, and

go anchor somewhere offshore.

Ian: What kind of stories?

Nick asks the captain Ian抯 question in Spanish.  The Captain responds, 

and Nick translates.

Nick: Si, si, si he抯 heard stories of fishermen that came to close to the 

island, and then....never returned.

The captain talks to Nick.  Nick translates..

Nick: He has the, si, he has the radio, he has the satellite phone...

The captain talks.  Nick continues to translate.

Nick: Right, when you need him send the call, he抣l be here in

two hours... But he will not stay here. (The captain holds the kid).. He 

won抰 stay anywhere near these islands. (The captain finishes talking, his 

last words are "las cinco muertes")

Nick: They call the islands- (Nick turns to the captain) Las cinco muertes?

Captain: Si.

The camera switches to Eddie.

Eddie: Bu-, wha-, what does that mean?

The camera switches back to Nick.

Nick: The five deaths......he says.

The camera switches back to Eddie.  He looks up, then down toward the 

suitcase, and then toward Nick.

	"I built a location sensor into Dr. Harding Satellite Phone , so we

should be getting a reading." said Eddie Carr as the three were searching around

in the forest. He was holding a positioning system in his hand. Malcolm Was

walking beside him carrying the Linstrad rifle. Nick was trotting along

behind him with all his camera equipment.

        "Yea, I'm so relieved" replied Ian. "look our dot is almost on top of

her dot so she should be right around here.."

        "Over.. over there" said Nick. they all started to run through a small

stream, across a large clearing. Ian stopped, on the other side of the

area, and knelt down to examine what he found. It was Sarah's travel pack.

He grabbed it only to stick his finger through a hole near the opening. He

dug through the bag and pulled out the phone. he set it down and yelled,

"Sarah!?"

        Nick called out too. "Sarah!"

        "Sarah!" Ian called out again.

        Nick turned around, "Sarah Harding!!"

        Ian said with a sarcastic tone, "How many Sarah's do you think are on

this island? Sarah!"

        "Sarah!"

        "Sa.." Ian was interrupted by the light sound of bushes being rustled.

Eddie heard it to and walked over to where it was coming from. Ian and Nick

joined him.

        "What?" said Ian.

        "something' Big." replied Eddie as the sound got louder.

        Then all of a sudden they all saw what it was. It came out from behind a

tree, pushing it over. It had a small head with two rows of large plates

that ran down to the end of it's tail where four spikes grew out of.

another came behind that one and one farther down stream.

        "Woah.. Yikes.. wow" said Eddie ,surprised, backing up. They all knew

what they were. They were large Stegosaurs. They all turned around as a fourth

one walked by ,behind them, snorting. They all were amazed looking at real

living, breathing dinosaurs. Instinctively, Nick started snapping picture

after picture of these creatures.

        "This is magnificent" said Eddie as Ian walks by.

        "Oh yea.. ooh..ahh.. that's how it always starts, but then later there's

running and umm.. screaming."

        Nick lifted his camera to take another picture. He drops his bag and

walks over to a fallen tree that extended across the stream. He hops up onto it

to get a better view of what he's capturing on film. He still didn't like

view so he hoped up onto another log next to him. He lifted him camera and

took a picture. Sarah turned around and saw him.

        "Hey Nick!" she yelled. He was caught off guard and almost fell over.

she started to laugh.

        "You kind of got the jump on us there a little bit ,huh Sarah."

        "Yea," said Sarah climbing over the log. As soon as she got to the top

of the log, she saw Ian.

        "Ian, I never thought, in a million years, Hammond would get would get

you to come here." She said laughing,"Hey Eddie!"

        "Hi Sarah," He replied

        "You Gotta granola bar or something, I'm starving" She said jumping off

a log pile, into a puddle. She walked over to Ian. " That animal that just

walked by, did you see him, it's a family group. A parabond and a sub-adult

, long after the juvenile was nest bound. Every egg clutch I found had

shells crushed and trampled, the hatchlings definitely stay in the birth

environment for an extended period of time, that's conclusive. I can put

that controversy to rest, if I could just get a shot of the nest."

        Ian holds up the bag with his finger, in the hole."you haven't been

attacked?"

        "Oh no, it's my lucky pack, it's how it always looks." She responded.

        "ok Sarah..." Ian started.

        "Is that a Nikon? can I borrow that?" She said to Nick."I'll be right,

baby, I promise."

        Sarah started to walk towards the stegosaurs with Ian trailing behind

her.

        "Sarah, when Hammond called you, uhh, why didn't you say something to

me?" He said.

        "Because I new you would have stopped me from coming."

        "I would have tied you to the bed...right"

        "I found out how the animals survive without lysine.

        "I don't care."

        "If you look at the diet of the herbivore species that are thriving you

see that they mostly soy, agma beans, anything lysine rich. and the

carnivores, well they eat the herbivores, so..."she paused "shh wait. hold

on I'll be right back.

        "Sarah, Sarah wait!" She ran closer towards the animals. Ian stayed

back. She got down and started to crawl through bushes. All of a sudden, she saw

one of the stegosaurs. Only it was a baby. She felt astound and took a

picture,as she watched the baby eat.

        "Sarah. Sarah" said Ian puzzled."She getting much to close,"

        "What the hell is she doing?" replied Nick

        "Too close, too close."

        Sarah reached up to the baby and petted it on his nose. The Dinosaur

snorted and ate. Sarah started to smile.	

        "Look, she has to touch it." said Ian. Nick was filming with his camera.

"she can not touch, she can not touch. Look at it, once she sees something,

she's  gotta, she's gotta.."

        Sarah continued to pet the animal. He lifted his head and let out a

small baby roar.

        "Wow," said Eddie " Is this even possible?"

        "What?" said Ian. "This? What'd you think your were going to document?

What'd you think you were going to see?"

        "Animals? Maybe.. big iguanas."

        Ian sighed. "Fruitcakes,"

The sudden sound of the film rewinding startles the baby stego.  The baby makes

a large howling sound.

Malcolm:  They get very angry when you run out of film.

Sarah looks up at the two adult Stegosaurs who turn toward their distressed

baby.

Malcolm:  Sarah!  Sarah!  Sarah!

Sarah turns and runs, as a third Stegosaur come into the scene.  The three try

to encircle Sarah.  Behind them, Eddie raises the air rifle to his eye.  Nick

tries to hold Ian back from running.

Malcolm:  Shoot 'em!

Eddie: (hesitant)  They're just protecting their baby..

Malcolm:  So am I!

Inside the circle of Stegosaurs, Sarah runs around frantically.  She ducks under

a tail, turns, and  tries to run away.  However, another stego charges her.  She

dives into a hollow tree trunk, the dinosaur's powerful tail raising for an

attack.

We see Sarah from inside the log as a huge spike breaks through narrowly missing

her body.

Back with Eddie and Ian, Eddie lowers his weapon.

Eddie:  They're leaving.. I -- I think they're leaving..

Cut to:  The three stroll through the forest, walking by huge Redwood trees.

Eddie:  Wow.. Wow..

Nick:  These images are incredible.. legendary..  Guys shoot their whole life,

they never get stuff half this good.  You could give me the Pulitzer right now

today.. please.. competition's over, close the entries, I'd like to thank

everybody who lost.

Nick pulls out a cigarette and starts to light it.

Sarah: (walking on higher ground)  Don't light that.  Dinosaurs can pick up

scents from miles away.  We're here to document, not interact.

Ian: (interrupting)  Which, by the way, is a scientific impossibility.  The

Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle.  Whatever you study, you also change...

Sarah:  Well.. I'll risk it.  I'm sick of scratching around in rock and bone and

making assumptions and deductions.. about the nurturing habits of animals that

have been dead for 65 million years.. I'm sick of it man.  Then you fill my head

with stories for four years... Of course I'm gonna come down here, what do you

expect?

Ian:  Those are stories of mutilation and death.. weren't you paying attention?!

Sarah: Oh pleaseee.. Don't treat me like a grad student..  I've worked around

predators since I was twenty -- lions, jackals, hyenas, you...

Cut to:  Eddie and Nick walk through the woods.  Suddenly, Nick pushes in front

of Eddie and starts to run.  Eddie looks around..

Nick: Shit!

Eddie:  Where's the fire?

Cut to:  Sarah and Ian.

Sarah:  I'm trying to change 100 years of entrenched dogma.  Dinosaurs were

characterized very early on as vicious lizards.  There's a great deal of

resistance to the idea of them as nurturing parents.  Robert Burke said that the

T.rex was a rogue, who would abandon its young at the earliest opportunity... I

can prove otherwise.

Cut to:  Eddie.

Eddie:  Fire!! Dr. Malcolm.. Fire at base camp!

Sarah turns around, Ian gets up and follows her.

Cut to:  Base camp.  Nick is retrieving a large jug of water from the back of

one of the AAV's, and pours it on a small fire next to the trailer.

Sarah:  No! Water makes smoke billow.. use dirt...

Ian:  (Looking up, to himself)  Who started the fire?

Suddenly, the door to the trailer swings open, revealing Kelly, standing with a

pan in her hand.

Kelly:  I just wanted to make dinner... I wanted it ready when you guys.. got

back.. yeah..

Cut to: Nick and Eddie.  Eddie is sitting on the trunk of an AAV.  Nick is

looking at his camera equipment.

Nick: Do you see any family resemblance here?

He turns to Eddie.  Eddie makes a hand gesture to indicate "a very little".

Cut to: Inside the trailer.

Kelly: (to her Dad) You practically told me to come here!

Malcolm: I, I, What?!

Kelly: You said to me, "Don抰 listen to me". I thought you were, like trying to

tell me something.. 

Malcolm: Oh, Kelly, Kelly! You knew exactly what I was talking about! You have

no idea what is going on here!

Harding: What are you going to do? Lock her up for curiosity? Where do you

think she gets it?

Kelly: Thank You, Sarah.

Malcolm: Hey! Don抰 start the teaming up thing about this! (to Sarah) Out of

the conversation! Please, really. EDDIE!

Carr: What?!

Malcolm: Why in the hell doesn抰 this thing ever work?

Harding: (to Kelly) You really came all this way in that trailer?

Kelly: YA! It was great! Just like staying in a flying hotel!

Carr: (to Ian) You know, it抯 not a land line. Your not in a phone booth! You抳e

got to wait for a decent signal!

Malcolm bangs on the phone.

Carr: Violence and Technology!! NOT good bedfellows!

Harding: The kind of documentation Hammond wants is you and your equipment in

the field, as close to the animals as safely possible.

Malcolm: YA, that抯 a great idea! And while your at it, why don抰 you smear

yourself with a little sheep抯 blood! Eddie?! Ah, is there reason to think that

the radio in the trailer might work? You know! Don抰 tease me, if..

Carr:  If you feel just not qualified at all, you might try flicking the switch

to ON.

Malcolm: OK, listen, listen! I抦 tired and I抦 taking my daughter out of here!

Ah, anybody who wants to come with me, this is your last chance to get out!

Harding:  So, listen. When your out in the field, nothing we do can leave any

room for people to say our findings are contaminated.

Malcolm: So, Nick; if your staying, I抎 be happy to deliver a letter to your

wife or your loved one to give you a chance to say goodbye to her, OK?

Harding: Once the Research Community smells blood in the water; you抮e dead! We

use no scent of any kind. No insect repellent. No hair tonic. No Cologne.

Malcolm: Eddie, you have any personal effects of any kind? Ya know, it抯 the

least I can do. I抣l be in there! (points towards the trailer)

Harding: We seal all our food in plastic bags. Our presence needs to be 100

percent antiseptic!

Malcolm leads Kelly into the trailer.

Harding: If we so much as bend a blade of grass..

Interior of the trailer. It looks as if a tornado has struck; litter and trash

strewn everywhere.

Kelly:  Dad, are you mad?

Malcolm:  No, I抦 not mad! I抦 furious! (looks around at the mess) What is

this?! It looks like your room!

Kelly: I was going to clean it up.

Malcolm:  Right Now!

Kelly starts picking up trashed food and drink containers. Malcolm looks to the

Communications equipment as Harding enters the trailer.

Malcolm:  What is this! Eddie! Eddie! There抯 a hundred switches!

Harding:  Ian, don抰 be mad. I was going to call you in a day or two to let you

know where I was. I always do, don抰 I? Come on! I抦 the best kind of girlfriend

there is; one who travels a lot! You like that, right? You love your

independence.

Malcolm:  Well, I抳e gotten used to being apart; but that doesn抰 mean that

that抯 how I want to live, you know! Kelly, Kelly, this is tall talk. (points to

the door) Just for a minute.

Kelly:  It抯 like a height requirement at an amusement park!

Kelly moves towards the door, but doesn抰 exit.

Harding:  If you wanted to rescue me from something, why didn抰 you bail me out

of that fund raiser at the Museum three weeks ago, like you said you would?

Malcolm:  Ah, there抯 a slightly different situation.

Harding:  Or, why not rescue me from that dinner with your parents that you

never showed up for? Or why not rescue me when I really need it; actually be

there when you say you will? You know, I have made a career out of waiting for

you.

Kelly:  You know, Sarah has a pretty good point...

Malcolm:  It抯 SO important to your future that you NOT finish that sentence.

Please. Privacy! Outside!

Kelly again moves towards the door, but doesn抰 exit.

Harding:  Ian! Come on, come on, ah. Look; I love that you rode in here on a

white horse. I really do! It抯 very touching. Very romantic. I just need you to

show up in a cab every once in awhile too!

Kelly opens the door to leave.

Malcolm:  Kelly! Kelly! What are you doing?! No, No, No! Hey! Hey! Don抰 go out

there, it抯 not safe! Stay in here! Come back! Shut the door.

Harding:  OK, I know what I抦 doing. Ah, you guys should definitely go! But I抦

gonna stay. I love you. I just don抰 need you right now.

Malcolm:  I抣l tell you what you need, ah, a good anti-psychotic.

Harding:  I抣l be back in 5 or 6 days.

Malcolm:  You抣l be back in 5 or 6 pieces!

Harding:  What bothers you is that I抦 not afraid of this place! And you are!

Thwup, thwup, thwup

Malcolm:  Of course I am! That抯 the whole thing! All I want is for you to come

back.

THWUP, THWUP, THWUP

Kelly:  Hey! What抯 that sound?

As the three look out of the trailer window they see a squadron of helicopters

arriving at the Island, some of them airlifting vehicles.

Malcolm, Harding, and Kelly race out of the trailer to join VanOwen and Carr

viewing the helicopters.

Malcolm:  Here we go! (starts waving to the helicopters) I抣l get you out on one

of these, right now! HELLO! HELLO! OVER HERE!

Carr:  (taking binoculars away from his eyes) I don抰 get it. IT SAYS INGEN ON

THE SIDE OF THAT CHOPPER!! I don抰 get that! Why would Hammond send two teams?!

Malcolm runs towards Carr to use the binoculars, dragging Kelly along.

Kelly:  Cut the umbilical, Dad!

Harding:  (running towards the others) Doesn抰 he trust us?! We haven抰 even

started!

Cut to:  A large number of off-road vehlichles-Hummers,jeeps,motorcycles and

various others modified by Ingen-are making their way through a field devoid

of  any plant life. This is the game trail, where the Tyrannosaurs and other

predators chase herds of other, herbivourous dinosaurs. The devastation

caused by such hunts has resulted in a somewhat out-of-place blanket of dirt.

     Leading the hunter convoy is a small jeep with a small camo-net placed

over it's back. In the back,Peter Ludow is talking into his headset,

struggling to communicate through the roar of the dozen engines.

    "This is as good as any spot for base camp." Ludow yells. "First

priority after we're done is the laser barriers. I want them all up and

running in thirty minutes. That's half an hour!"

     Suddenly, the camo net is lifted, revealing none other than Roland

Tembo. "Cancel that order."He demands.

    "Why?" Ludow asks.

    "This is a game trail, Mr. Ludow. Carnivores hunt on game trails. Do you

want to set up base camp or a buffet?" He asks.

    "Let's find a new spot!"Ludow says into the headset."

    Tembo cuts in. "Peter, if you want me to run your little camping trip,

there are two conditions. First-I'm in charge, and when I'm anot around

Dietar is.Your job is to sign the checks, tell us we're doing a good job,

and open your case of scotch when we have a good day."

    "Second condition. My fee-you can keep it. All I want in exchange for

my services is to hunt one of the tyrannosaurs. A male. Buck only.Why and

how are my business, so if you don't these conditions, you're on your own.

So set up base camp here,or in a swamp, or in the middle of a rex nest for

all I care, but I've been on to many safaris with rich dentists to listen to

any more suicidal ideas,ok?"

   Ludow is frozen for a minute, but then gives the thumbs up. "Ok!"

   A motorcycle and a slightly-modified Humvee literally jump over a small

hill. When they land, they land straight in the middle of a Dinosaur

stampede. Gallimimus, Parasaurolophuses, and Pachycephalosaurs run for

cover. "The herd has been sighted" Roland reports,rising out of the jeep.

"Cycle, break a stray from the herd and flush him right!"

   Roland reads a detailed phamphet withp pictures of the dinosaurs. "It'll

be a pacha-" The wind causes Roland to lose his page. "The pachy--" Roland

just throws the entire panthlet back into the jeep. "Oh,hell!The fat head

with the bald spot!Friar Tuck!"

   A motorcycle breaks from the convoy and starts to chase one of the

pachycephalosaurs.A group of massive Mamenchiasaurs suddenly emerges from

the forest to join the stampede. The cyclist uneffortlessly weaves

underneath the massive bellies of the behemoths.

   Meanwhile, Ludow is transfixed by the beauty of the stampede. He clasps

his hand and laughs.

   The cyclist has managed to isolate the Pachy from the herd, and now, a

jeep has joined it. A group of four men, lassos and tasers in hand, attempt

to harnass the bone-headed creature.

  Another jeep stops by, and out comes Robert Burke-a respected

paleontologist-and Ingen's dinosaur advisor for this trip- and the field

veteranarian. "Pachycephalosaurus!" Burke exclaims.

  "Carnivore?"The vet asks.

  "No,herbivore." Burke looks at the struggling group. "See that distinctive

dome?That's nine inches of solid bone! The pachy's neck attaches to the

bottom of it's skull instead of the back of it's head, as with reptiles.So

when it lowers it's head,it's neck lines up directly with the backbone." He

makes an imitating gesture with his hands- "-which is perfect for absorbing

impact."

   As if reading Burke's thoughts, the Pachy rams the jeep, sending the

driver out into the dirt and loosening a door. It turns toward Burke and the

vet, and begins to charge-and the two humans run toward their jeep.

   Tembo's jeep arrives at the scene, and speaks into his headset. "Snagger,

Friar Tucks on the loose-coming your way."

   An elaborate, heavily modified Humvee with a large "Claw"-like device

drives toward the pachy. A series of outrigger seats extend from it.The

Pachy attempts to run, but is caught hopelessly in the lasso of one of the

hunters. Another fires a small cable which also attaches to the

pachycephalosaur.The "Claw" starts to extend from the Humvee, until it has

the Pachy within it's grasp. A series of baloons then inflate,and the

struggling pachy is helpless.

   Up above, in the cliffs, Ian, Sarah, Nick, Eddie, and Kelly look on.

   With the Pachy captured, Roland goes on to other business. "Dietar-get

into the outrigger, you're closing in on a Parasaurolosaur!" He says through

the headset.

   In another jeep, we see Dietar Stark, South african hunter, carrying a huge

tranq gun in his arms.Driving the jeep is carter, a mexican. "Say that

again, Roland-- a what?"

  "The one with the big red horn-the pompadour...Elvis!!" Roland says.

   Dietar gives a light hearted-laugh, and then gestures to Carter to extend

the outrigger.

   A male Parasaurlophus is attempting to run from Dietar's jeep, but Dietar

fires his tranq dart, and the parasaur slows down. A group of jeeps arrive

at the scene, including Rolands-and attempt to harnass the mighty beast. "Go

for the legs!" Dietar instructs. "Watch the tail!"

   Suddenly, the Parasaurlophus swings it's head up, taking two of the hunters

attempting to snare it flying into the air. Another tug on the legs of the

Parasaur, and it goes down,emmiting a call of distress.

   High in the cliffs, the team watches in disgust.  They can't let the

creatures be treated like this.  They need to do something.

   Cut To: Night.  Dietar and Roland stare into a large puddle on the ground.

We can see their reflections in the water.  Roland calls: "Burke!  Come here!"

Burke comes running over. "You recognize this trackway?".

Burke instantly responds:  "Yes I do.. Tyranosaur".

Roland is assembling/loading his elephant gun by vehicle.  Another vehicle 

pulls up.  The passenger, Peter Ludlow, gets out.

Ludlow:  Ah!  Roland!

Roland walks off toward woods.  Ludlow follows.

Ludlow:  Roland!  Hey!  Where do you think you're going?

Roland:  To collect my fee, Mr. Ludlow.  To collect my fee.

Ludlow steps in something, stops.  Roland continues on into woods. Ludlow looks 

down to see what he stepped in - a Tyrannosaur track. Dieter, sitting by a tree 

stump, pours water from his bottle over his head and neck.  Suddendly, a Compy 

appears by his foot. It chirps at him.  He pulls out an extendible hand-held 

taser rod and prepares to shock the Compy.

Dr. Burke comes running up.

Burke:  Oh my God!  Procompsognathus Triassicus.  Found by Frass in

Bavaria, 1913.

Compy stays, still chirping

Dieter:  Is it dangerous?

Burke:  Uh - Nah, I wouldn't think so.

Compy sniffing Dieter's Boot.

Burke:  Compys have been presumed to be scavengers, like jackals.

Dieter:  Gives me the creeps.  It's like it's not scared.

Burke:  There haven't been any visitors to this island.  There's no

reason for it to fear man.

Deiter shocks the Compy with the taser.  Sparks fly.  Compy runs off into woods.

Dieter: (Looking at Burke)  Now it does.

Roland and Ajay,