(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.
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:
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
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.
You did it. You crazy son of a bitch, you did it.
Grant and Ellie continue walking, following the dinosaur.
The - - agility. You're right!
In their amazement, Grant and Ellie talk right over each other.
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.
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.
That thing's got a what, twenty-five, twenty-seven foot
The brachiosaur? Thirty.
Grant and Ellie continue to walk.
- - 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!?
This is like a knockout punch for warm-bloodedness.
We clocked the T-rex at thirty-two miles an hour.
You've got a T-rex!?
He's got a T-rex! A T-rex! He said he's- -
Yes, we have a T-rex.
Grant feels faint. He sits down on the ground.
Honey, put your head between your knees, and breathe.
Hammond walks in front of them and looks out.
Dr. Grant, my dear Dr. Sattler. Welcome to Jurassic
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.
Ellie, they're absolutely - - they're moving in herds.
They do move in herds!
We were right!
How did you do it?!
How did you do this?!
I'll show you.
IN THE REAR CAR,
everyone sits back, disappointed again, as the cars pull forward
to continue the tour. Malcolm picks up the microphone.
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,
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
You see? The tyrannosaur doesn't obey set patterns or
park schedules. It's the essence of Chaos.
I'm still not clear on Chaos.
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.
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 - -
(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.
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
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?
Which way will the drop roll? Over which finger? Or
down your thumb? Or to the other side?
Uh - - thumb!
The same way.
It changed. Why?
Okay, back over your wrist.
Because and here is the principle of tiny variations - -
the orientations of the hairs - -
Alan, listen to this.
- - on your hand, the amount of blood distending in your
vessels, imperfections in the skin - -
Microscopic - - never repeat, and vastly affect the
outcome. That's what?
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
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
Malcolm lowers his voice, becoming more seductive now.
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 - -
Grant throws the door open and bolts out of the moving car.
There, there see?! I'm right again!
No one could have predicted Dr. Grant would suddenly
jump out of a moving vehicle!
She jumps out too and follows him into the field.
There's another example!
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.
Beautiful. Is it okay? Can I touch it?
Grant walks next to the animal and strokes its head. Ellie
moves forward to the animal.
Oh Ellie. It's so beautiful. It's the most beautiful
thing I ever saw.
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
Ellie, take a look at this.
Yeah, baby girl, it's okay.
She scratches the tongue with her fingernail. A clear liquid
leaks from the broken blisters.
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.
What are her symptoms?
Imbalance, disorientation, labored breathing. Seems to
happen about every six weeks or so.
She takes the penlight from the veterinarian and shines it in
the animal's eyes.
Are there pupillary effects from the tranquilizer?
Yes, mitotic, pupils should be constricted.
These are dilated. Take a look.
(checks it out)
I'll be damned.
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.
Is that (or) this West Indian lilac?
Yes. We know they're toxic, but the animals don't eat
Are you sure?
There's only one way to be positive. I need to see some
I have to see the dinosaur's droppings.
You won't be able to miss them.
Can't miss them.
Malcolm walks up to Ellie.
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.
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.
You're sure we have to?
It's not worth taking the chance, John.
Sustain winds 45 knots.
Tell them when they get back to the cars.
(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
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.
We're not well-berthed here without a storm barrier! We
may have to leave as soon as the last of the works are
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.
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.
You're right. There's no trace of lilac berries.
That's so weird, though. She shows all the classic
signs of Meliatoxicity,
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.
She's, uh - - tenacious.
You have no idea.
You will remember to wash your hands before you eat