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  ELLIE (cont'd)
(still looking at the leaf)
This species of vermiform was been extinct since the
cretaceous period.  This thing - -

Grant, never tearing his eyes from the brachiosaur, reaches over
and grabs Ellie's head, turning it to face the animal.

She sees it, and drops the leaf.

ELLIE (cont'd)
Oh - - my - - God.

Grant lets out a long, sharp, HAH - a combination laugh and
shout of joy.

He gets out of the jeep, and Ellie follows.  Grant points to the
thing and manages to put together his first words since its appearance:

GRANT
THAT'S A DINOSAUR!

- - a dinosaur.  Chewing the branches.  Technically, it's a
brachiosaur, of the sauropod family, but we've always called it
brontosaurus.  It CRUCHES the branch in its mouth, which is some
thirty-five feet up off the ground, at the end of its long, arching
neck.  It stares down at the people in the car with a pleasant, stupid
gaze.

Ellie looks up at the sauropods in wonder.

They've pretty light on their feet - a far cry from the
sluggish, lumbering brutes we would have expected.

Hammond gets out of his jeep and comes back to join them.  He
looks like a proud parent showing off the kid.

Ian Malcolm looks at Hammond, amazed, and with an expression
that is a mixture of admiration and rapprochement.

MALCOLM
You did it.  You crazy son of a bitch, you did it.

Grant and Ellie continue walking, following the dinosaur.

GRANT
The movement!

ELLIE
The - - agility.  You're right!

In their amazement, Grant and Ellie talk right over each other.

GRANT
Ellie, we can tear up the rule book on cold-bloodedness.
It doesn't apply, they're totally wrong!  This is a warm-blooded
creature.  They're totally wrong.

ELLIE
They were wrong.  Case closed.  This thing doesn't live
in a swamp to support it's body weight for God's sake!

Several of the top branches are suddenly RIPPED away.  Another
sauropod, reaching for a branch high above their heads, stands
effortlessly on its hind legs.

GRANT
(to Hammond)
That thing's got a what, twenty-five, twenty-seven foot
neck?

HAMMOND
The brachiosaur?  Thirty.

Grant and Ellie continue to walk.

GRANT
- - and you're going to sit there and try to tell me it
can push blood up a thirty-foot neck without a four-chambered heart and
get around like that?!  Like that!?
(to Hammond)
This is like a knockout punch for warm-bloodedness.

HAMMOND
(proudly)
We clocked the T-rex at thirty-two miles an hour.

ELLIE
You've got a T-rex!?
(to Grant)
He's got a T-rex!  A T-rex!  He said he's- -

GRANT
Say again?

HAMMOND
Yes, we have a T-rex.

Grant feels faint.  He sits down on the ground.

ELLIE
Honey, put your head between your knees, and breathe.

Hammond walks in front of them and looks out.

HAMMOND
Dr. Grant, my dear Dr. Sattler.  Welcome to Jurassic
Park.

They turn and look at the view again.  It's beautiful vista,
reminiscent of an African plain.  A whole herd of dinosaurs crosses the
plain, maybe a hundred that we see in a quick glance alone.

GRANT
Ellie, they're absolutely - - they're moving in herds.
They do move in herds!

ELLIE
We were right!

GRANT
(to Hammond)
How did you do it?!
(or)
How did you do this?!

HAMMOND
I'll show you.




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IN THE REAR CAR,

everyone sits back, disappointed again, as the cars pull forward
to continue the tour.  Malcolm picks up the microphone.

MALCOLM
Now, eventually you do plan to have dinosaurs on your
dinosaur tour, right?


37 INT CONTROL ROOM DAY

HAMMOND just shakes his head as Malcolm's voice comes through,

HAMMOND
I really hate that man.


38 EXT PARK DAY

GRANT gets into the seat, leaving MALCOLM behind ELLIE.  He
longingly looks out of the opposite window, while Malcolm rattles on to
Ellie.

MALCOLM
You see?  The tyrannosaur doesn't obey set patterns or
park schedules.  It's the essence of Chaos.

ELLIE
I'm still not clear on Chaos.

MALCOLM
It simply deals with unpredictability in complex
systems.  It's only principle is the Butterfly Effect.
A butterfly can flap its wings in Peking and in Central
Park you get rain instead of sunshine.

Ellie gestures with her hand to show this information has gone
right over her head.

MALCOLM
I made a fly by, I go too fast.

Looking out of the opposite window, Grant sees movement at the
far end of a field.  He sits bolt upright, trying to get a better look.

Malcolm, looking for another example - -

MALCOLM (cont'd)
(points to the glass of water)
Here.  Give me your glass of water.

He dips his hand into the glass of water.  He takes Ellie's hand
in his own.

MALCOLM (cont'd)
Make like hieroglyphics.  Now watch the way the drop of
water falls on your hand.

He flicks his fingers and a drop falls on the back of Ellie's
hand.

MALCOLM (cont'd)
Ready?  Freeze your hand.  Now I'm going to do the same
thing from the exact same place.  Which way is the drop
going to roll off?
(or)
Which way will the drop roll?  Over which finger?  Or
down your thumb?  Or to the other side?

ELLIE
Uh - - thumb!
(or)
The same way.

MALCOLM
It changed.  Why?
(or)
Okay, back over your wrist.
(then)
Because and here is the principle of tiny variations - -
the orientations of the hairs - -

ELLIE
Alan, listen to this.

MALCOLM
- - on your hand, the amount of blood distending in your
vessels, imperfections in the skin - -

ELLIE
Oh, imperfections?

MALCOLM
Microscopic - - never repeat, and vastly affect the
outcome.  That's what?

ELLIE
Unpredictability....

MALCOLM
And even if we haven't seen it yet, I'm quite sure it's
going on in this park right now.

There's definitely something out in that field, and Grant has to
see it.

He jerks on the door handle and opens his door a few inches.  He
looks outside towards freedom, then looks around to is anybody's
watching him.

Malcolm lowers his voice, becoming more seductive now.

MALCOLM (cont'd)
Life's a lot like that, isn't it?  You meet someone by
chance you'll never meet again, and the course of your
whole future changes.  It's dynamic - - its exciting - -
I think.

Grant throws the door open and bolts out of the moving car.

MALCOLM (cont'd)
There, there see?!  I'm right again!

ELLIE
Alan?

MALCOLM
No one could have predicted Dr. Grant would suddenly
jump out of a moving vehicle!

ELLIE
Alan?

She jumps out too and follows him into the field.

MALCOLM
There's another example!




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  HARDING (O.S.)
Hi everybody,  Don't be scared.

Tim reaches the clearing and sees:

A Triceratops, a big one, lying on its side, blocking the light
at the end of the path.  It has an enormous curved shell that flanks
its head, two big horns over its eyes, and a third on the end of its
nose.  It doesn't move, just breathes, loud and raspy, blowing up a
little clouds of dust with every exhalation.

Grant stands next to Harding, almost in a daze.

GRANT
Beautiful.  Is it okay?  Can I touch it?

HARDING
Sure.

Grant walks next to the animal and strokes its head.  Ellie
moves forward to the animal.

GRANT
Oh Ellie.  It's so beautiful.  It's the most beautiful
thing I ever saw.

ELLIE
It's my favorite.

They both kneel, checking the animal.

He furrows his bow, noticing something, all professional
curiosity now.  The animal's tongue, dark purple, droops limply from
its mouth.

GRANT (cont'd)
Ellie, take a look at this.

ELLIE
Yeah, baby girl, it's okay.

She scratches the tongue with her fingernail.  A clear liquid
leaks from the broken blisters.

ELLIE
Micro vesicles.  That's interesting.

Grant, fascinated, wanders all the way around to the back of the
animal.  Harding joins Ellie and hands her his penlight.

ELLIE (cont'd)
What are her symptoms?

HARDING
Imbalance, disorientation, labored breathing.  Seems to
happen about every six weeks or so.

ELLIE
Six weeks?

She takes the penlight from the veterinarian and shines it in
the animal's eyes.

ELLIE (cont'd)
Are there pupillary effects from the tranquilizer?

HARDING
Yes, mitotic, pupils should be constricted.

ELLIE
These are dilated.  Take a look.

HARDING
They are?
(checks it out)
I'll be damned.

ELLIE
That's pharmacological.  From local plant life.

She turns and studies the surrounding landscape.  Her mind's
really at work, puzzling over each piece of foliage.

ELLIE (cont'd)
(pointing)
Is that (or) this West Indian lilac?

HARDING
Yes.  We know they're toxic, but the animals don't eat
them.

ELLIE
Are you sure?

HARDING
Pretty sure.

ELLIE
There's only one way to be positive.  I need to see some
droppings.
(or)
I have to see the dinosaur's droppings.

HARDING
You won't be able to miss them.
(or)
Can't miss them.

Malcolm walks up to Ellie.

MALCOLM
Dino droppings?

ELLIE
Yeah.

She walks way, Malcolm looks on.


41A INT CONTROL ROOM DAY

HAMMOND and ARNOLD are watching the video monitors, displeased
about something.  Arnold is looking at one that gives them a view from
the beach, looking out at the ocean.  The clouds beyond are almost
black with a tropical storm.

ARNOLD
That storm center hasn't dissipated or changed course.
We're going to have to cut the tour short, I'm afraid.
Pick it up again tomorrow where we left off.

HAMMOND
You're sure we have to?

ARNOLD
It's not worth taking the chance, John.

MULDOON
(into phone)
Sustain winds 45 knots.

HAMMOND
(nods)
Tell them when they get back to the cars.

MULDOON
(into phone)
Thanks, Steve.

ARNOLD
(making an announcement to the others)
Ladies and gentlemen, last shuttle to the dock leaves in
approximately five minutes.  Drop what you are doing and
leave now.

HAMMOND
Damn!


41 ACROSS THE ROOM

NEDRY stares at his video monitor, watching the boat.  He's on
the phone with the MATE, whose images he can see on the monitor.  The
seas around the dock are much rougher now.

MATE
We're not well-berthed here without a storm barrier!  We
may have to leave as soon as the last of the works are
aboard.

NEDRY
(low voice)
No, no.  You stick to the plan.  You wait till they're
back from the tour.



42 EXT FIELD DAY

As the weather grows darker, ELLIE, GRANT, HARDING, and MALCOLM
are grouped around an enormous spoor of triceratops excreta that stands
at least waist high and is covered with BUZZING flies.

MALCOLM
That is one big pile of shit.

Ellie has plastic gloves on the reach up to her elbows, and is
just withdrawing her hand from the middle of the dung.

ELLIE
(to Harding)
You're right.  There's no trace of lilac berries.
That's so weird, though.  She shows all the classic
signs of Meliatoxicity,
(thinking aloud)
Every six weeks - -

She turns and walks out into the open field a few paces,
thinking.  Malcolm watches her, and looks back at the dung.

MALCOLM
to Grant)
She's, uh - - tenacious.

GRANT
You have no idea.

MALCOLM
to Ellie)
You will remember to wash your hands before you eat
anything?




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