Jurassic Park Page #2

Gennaro struggles to keep up.

3 EXTCAVEDAY

ROSTAGNO and GENNARO move into the dark, dripping cave, where at

least a dozen other WORKERS are gathered in a tight circle, staring at

something intently.

Rostagno fights his way to the center of the group. One of the

WORKERS hands him something and Rostagno examines it carefully.

It's a chuck of amber, a shiny yellow rock about the size of a

half dollar.

GENNARO:

If two experts sign off on the island, the insurance

guys'll back off. I already got Ian Malcolm, but they think he's too

trendy. They want Alan Grant.

ROSTAGNO:

Grant? You'll never get him out of Montana.

GENNARO:

Why not?

ROSTAGNO:

Because he's like me. He's a digger.

Rostagno turns and holds the amber up to the sunlight streaming

through the mouth of the cave.

With the light pouring through it, the amber is translucent, and

we can see something inside this strange stone - -

- - a huge mosquito, long dead, entombed there.

ROSTAGNO:

(smiles)

Hay que lindo eres vas hacer a much gente feliz.

(Oh you're so beautiful. You will make a lot of

people happy)

CUT TO:

5 EXTTHE DIGDAY

An artist's camel hair brush carefully sweeps away sand and rock

to slowly reveal the dark curve of a fossil - it's a claw. A dentist's

pick gently lifts it from the place its has laid for millions of years.

Pull up to reveal a group of diggers working on a large skeleton. All

we see are the tops of their hats. The paleontologist working on the

claw lays it in his hand.

GRANT:

(thoughtfully)

Four complete skeletons. . . .

such a small area. . .

the same time horizon - -

ELLIE:

They died together?

GRANT:

The taphonomy sure looks that way.

ELLIE:

If they died together, they lived together.

Suggests some kind of social order.

DR ALAN GRANT, mid-thirties, a ragged-looking guy with intense

concentration you wouldn't want to get in the way of, carefully

examines a claw.

DR ELLIE SATTLER, working with him, leans in close and studies

it too. She paints the exposed bone with rubber cement. Ellie in her

late twenties, athletic-looking. There's an impatience about Ellie, as

if nothing in life happens quite fast enough for her.

Her face is almost pressed up against his, she's sitting so

close.

GRANT (cont'd)

They hunted as a team. The dismembered tenontosaurus

bone over there - that's lunch. But what killed our

raptors in a lakebed, in a bunch like this? We better

come up with something that makes sense.

ELLIE:

A drought. The lake was shrinking - -

GRANT:

(excited)

That's good. That's right! They died around a dried-up

puddle! Without fighting each other. This is looking

good.

From the bottom of the hill a voice SHOUTS to them:

VOLUNTERR (o.s.)

Dr Grant! Dr Sattler! We're ready to try again!

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