- - CHAPTER 9: Start The Tour! - -
CONTROL ROOM DAY
Muldoon stands at the Control Room door, which come to find out has a metal bolt on both sides.
He SWIPES his ID card on the security card slot at the end of the strike plate. Then the metal bolts slide out of the strike plates and boxes.
Muldoon WHISKS in through the door. Hammond and Joey are right behind him. They go straight to the main console, where Arnold is seated.
National Weather Service is tracking a tropical storm about seventy-five miles west of us. Muldoon said.
Hammond sighs and looks over Arnold's shoulder.
Ay, yiy, yiy! Why didn't I build in Orlando?
I'll keep an eye on it. Maybe it'll swing south like the last one. Muldoon informed, leaning down to observe the screen.
They look at Arnold's computer, where it shows a map of the island and then the progress of the storm, coming in from the north.
Hammond takes a deep breath and PATS Arnold on the shoulders several times.
Ray, start the tour program.
Then he sits down on a chair at Arnold's desk.
Arnold turns his entire chair around to face another computer. He types into that computer - which has a blue screen full of programming on it - and then SWINGS his chair back around to his original computer - whose screen is now divided in two.
The left side has an image of the island on it with two green cars labeled Explorer 5 and Explorer 6. Below the cars are two columns of information.
Explorer 5
X=46.9
Y=9087
Z=89765
OK
MAX 13
PWR OK
OCC 4
Explorer 6
X=46.9
Y=9087
Z=89765
OK
MAX 13
PWR OK
OCC 4
Below the image of the island is a big black button which reads:
"Level G"
"Tour Surveillance"
"VIEW: TBA where2 ba chase3"
The top-right side has four tabs:
VEHICLE
TOUR
POWER
TIME
The currently showing one being the vehicle tab. Below this, it's labeled "vehicle status" and "headlights - off" Below that is a black box labeled "Vehicle Check In Progress"
Below that is
"0 mph"
Underneath this are
EXP 5
EXP 6
with green dots, signaling that they are currently in use. Next to this is a side and front schematic view of a 1992 Ford Explorer XLT labeled:
"Vehicle type:
Ford Explorer"
Underneath the "VEHICLE" tab it shows six buttons.
HOLD
QUIT
NEW
NEXT
(rewind)
(fast forward)
(play) This one is currently pressed.
(stop)
Below this are four more tabs:
GLITCHES
MAPS
SYSTEM
EMERG.
The currently showing one being the glitches tab.
CLEAR - Vehicle Inspection
CLEAR - Eugeno Ramirez-mechanic
CLEAR - Muffler Bearings frozen
CLEAR - Drive Trainer- Brian Elliot
CLEAR - Headlights On-negative
CLEAR - Wind Main Clutch Belt
He PUNCHES a button on the console and on the four sides of the left map screen appear green boxes, and the words "Tour Initiated" appear inside them.
Up on the central projection screen at the front of the room, it shows an animated Visitor Center with two 1992 Ford Explorer XLTs beginning to move.
Hammond's computer BLIPS through two security footages before arriving at one of the ones' belonging to the Visitor Center. The camera is marked Visitor Center - Sector 01, Camera 1
Lex's voice comes up on the voice recording system, along with some other indistinct chatter.
And why did they put the fiberglass thing?
VISITOR CENTER DAY
With a loud CHUNK, the 1992 Ford Explorer XLTs start forward along the electrical pathway.
Gennaro in the driver seat, Tim and Lex in the back, are in the front vehicle, EXP 05; Dr. Sattler in the passenger seat, Dr. Grant and Dr. Malcolm in the back, are in the rear vehicle, EXP 06.
Lex laughs.
I know. She said to Tim.
What kind of dinosaurs are we going to see now.
Tim points at the steering wheel as it moves with the wheels as they turn with the road.
Hey, lookit! A ghost, a ghost! Aah!
Lex plays along.
Oh, no. It's driving.
Gennaro chuckles.
Turn in your fear at the door and join in the future, right?
Oh, God help us. We're in the hands of engineers. Dr. Malcolm said.
MAIN GATES DAY
The 1992 Ford Explorer XLTs approach the two enormous, primitive gates depicted earlier. Three fire torches BLAZING on both stone posts and two fire torches at the top. The only thing that distinguishes them between primitive and modern is the thick track that the 1992 Ford Explorer XLTs run on.
A familiar voice comes over the speaker:
During most of your tour, the appropriate information will be automatically displayed for you. Simply touch the appropriate icon.
Hey, look! Tim cried, leaping forward so that he's leaning on the driver seat of the SUV.
Then the ENORMOUS gates open wide.
The 1992 Ford Explorer XLTs speakers BLARE with a fanfare of trumpets, and the interior video screen flashes, "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Jurassic Park."
The familiar voice comes over the speaker: You are now entering the lost world of the prehistoric past, a world of mighty creatures long gone from the face of the earth, which you are privileged to see for the first time.
IN THE REAR SUV,
Dr. Malcolm looks up through the plexiglass sunroof at the enormous gate.
What do they have in there, King Kong?
MAIN GATES DAY
After the 1992 Ford Explorer XLTs drive through the open gates, the MASSIVE wooden doors close.
The SUVs then come to the fork in the road, described on the map Dr. Grant picked up earlier. The road divides into three paths; the first and third continuing the electrical pathway and the second being an Access Road.
The 1992 Ford Explorer XLTs automatically take the first one.
The vehicles then come to a wire mesh fence with the same metal bolt and strike plate and box. It has a very clear sign:
DANGER! ELECTRIFIED FENCE!
Doors Cannot Be Opened When Fence is Armed!
Are we going to hit that? Lex asked.
CONTROL ROOM DAY
Arnold PUNCHES a button on the console. The red light on the strike plate and box BUZZES to green. Then the metal bolt automatically slides out of the strike plate and box and the wire mesh fence opens, allowing the 1992 Ford Explorer XLTs to go through.
Beside him, Hammond watches the three Doctors on his own monitor, marked "Interior Monitor - Vehicle 06", which seems to be placed somewhere on the roof above the dashboard.
He PUNCHES a few buttons and the screen BLIPS to Interior Monitor - Vehicle 05, where his grandchildren are enjoying themselves.
The voice you're now hearing is Richard Kiley! Spared no expense!
IN THE PARK,
the SUVs move slowly among the foliage. The fences and retaining walls are covered with greenery and growth to heighten the illusion of moving through a real jungle.
The accident took place in a restricted area. It would not have been available to the public access. Gennaro stated - neither of the two Hammond grandchildren are listening to him.
So how can the safety of the public be called into question?
The SUVs come to the top of a low rise, where a break in the foliage gives them a view down a sloping field that is broken by a tropical river, lush and clear. The river runs fast but it is narrow. The river is almost enclosed by dense foliage on both sides.
The fences are about 7ft. tall, with the top line of the fence inclined to the inside of the paddock. They have a warning sign, "! KEEP CAR WINDOWS UP !"
The tour voice continues.
If you look to your right you will see the dome of the Jurassic Park Aviary, which is not yet finished for visitors.
IN THE FRONT SUV,
Tim sees sunlight glinting off aluminum struts in the distance.
And directly below is our Mesozoic Jungle River - where, if you are lucky, you will see a herd of the first dinosaurs on our tour, a very rare carnivore called Dilophosaurus. Keep your eyes peeled, everyone!
Tim and Lex practically SLAM up against the windows, to get a look.
Gennaro keeps talking.
The safety. That's the problem I had to answer.
Shhh! Lex hissed.
I can't see. Tim said, climbing over his sister.
What are we looking for? Gennaro asked, having not been listening to the voice.
Dilophosaurus. Tim answered.
IN THE REAR SUV,
Dr. Grant looks at his map. Dr. Sattler, hearing the voice, reacts.
Oh, shit. She said.
Dilophosaurus. Dr. Grant said.
Dr. Grant, Dr. Malcolm, and Dr. Sattler press against the windows.
DOWN NEAR THE RIVER BANK,
there are a lot of beautiful plants and vegetation, but still no sign of a herd of anything. The tour voice continues anyway.
One of the earliest carnivores, we now know Dilophosaurus is actually poisonous, spitting its venom at its prey, causing blindness and eventually paralysis, allowing the carnivore to eat at its leisure. This makes Dilophosaurus a beautiful, but deadly addition to Jurassic Park.
IN THE FRONT SUV,
Lex shifts uneasily in her seat.
Are they really poisonous, Mr. Regis?
Don't worry about it. Ed Regis said.
But are they?
Well, yes, Lex.
There's nothing there! Tim stated, disappointed.
Gennaro frowns, but is still amazed.
A poisonous dinosaur…I wonder if there's a liability issue…
We keep well away from them on the tour. Ed Regis said.
IN THE REAR SUV,
Alan…where? Dr. Sattler asked.
Damn. Dr. Grant said, HITTING the door.
ON THE ROAD,
the SUVs move on. As they roll past, we notice the headlights are on, even in the daytime.
CONTROL ROOM DAY
Arnold watches his computer screen and the video monitors at the same time, keeping an eye on the SUVs as they move through the park.
The left side still has an image of the island on it with two green cars labeled Explorer 5 and Explorer 6. Below the cars are two columns of information.
Explorer 5
X=46.9
Y=9087
Z=89765
OK
MAX 13
PWR OK
OCC 4
Explorer 6
X=46.9
Y=9087
Z=89765
OK
MAX 13
PWR OK
OCC 4
On the right side of the left map screen is a black box with the words
keys
ra t09
ra t06
ra t08
ra t11
ra t60
ra vc1
ra vc4
ra vc8
ra vc0
ra m0
ra mm0
jh m
jh 09
jh 03
jh 09
rm 09
rm 09
rm 07
rm 03
rm 88
pp09
LEVEL
B
1
2
FF
GG
HH
II
Below the image of the island is a big black button which reads
"Level G"
"Tour Surveillance"
"VIEW: TBA where2 ba chase3"
The top-right side has four tabs:
VEHICLE
TOUR
POWER
TIME
The currently showing one being the vehicle tab. Below this, it's labeled "vehicle status" and "headlights - on" Below that is a birds-eye, schematic view of a 1992 Ford Explorer XLT, with its lights on, labeled "12 mph".
Underneath this are
EXP 5
EXP 6
with green dots, signaling that they are currently in use. Next to this is a side and front schematic view of a 1992 Ford Explorer XLT labeled
"Vehicle type:
Ford Explorer"
Underneath the "VEHICLE" tab it shows six buttons.
HOLD
QUIT
NEW
NEXT
(rewind)
(fast forward)
(play) This one is currently pressed.
(stop)
Below this are four more tabs:
GLITCHES
MAPS
SYSTEM
EMERG.
The currently showing one being the glitches tab.
CLEAR - Vehicle Inspection
CLEAR - Eugeno Ramirez-mechanic
CLEAR - Muffler Bearings frozen
CLEAR - Drive Trainer- Brian Elliot
CHECK - Headlights On-positive
CLEAR - Wind Main Clutch Belt
With the end of a large cigarette holder - rather like the ones Cruella De Vil would use - Arnold TAPS against his computer screen.
Vehicle headlights are on and don't respond. Those shouldn't be running off the car batteries.
He sighs and reaches for a clipboard hanging next to his chair and jots this down.
On the clipboard we see a number of glitches like the animal-feeding program reset itself every twelve hours, not every twenty-four hours, and would not record feedings on Sundays. As a result, the staff could not accurately measure how much the animals were eating.
The physical conservation program, intended to dim lights after 10:00 p.m., only worked on alternate days of the week.
The automated fecal analysis (called Auto-Poop), designed to check for parasites in the animal stools, invariably recorded all specimens as having the parasite Oesophagostomum venulosum, although none did. The program then automatically dispensed medication into the animal's food. If the handlers dumped the medicine out of the hoppers to prevent its being dispensed, an alarm sounded which could not be turned off.
Item one fifty-one on today's glitch list. We've got all the problems of a major theme park - ride maintenance, queue control, transportation, food handling, living accommodations, trash disposal, security. And a major zoo - care of the animals; health and welfare; feeding and cleanliness; protection from insects, pests, allergies, and illnesses - maintenance of barriers; and all the rest. On top of all that, the computer's not even on its feet yet. Arnold complained.
We've been forced to delay the Jungle River Ride because of the Dilophosaurs; and the Pteratops Lodge in the aviary, because the Pteranodons are so unpredictable. These are all engineering delays.
In fact, it's all we could do to get the main attraction, Island Tour, working correctly, to get the CD-ROMs inside the cars to be controlled by the motion sensors. It's taken weeks of adjustment to get that working properly - and now the headlights on the cars are acting up! The headlights!
Hammond SHAKES his head and turns to the technician to his far right, on the other side of the room, who still has his back to them, watching a Costa Rican game show on one of his monitors, playing chess on another and drinking a Jolt cola.
His desk is a mess, old junk food, empty cups, torn out magazine pages, and an assortment of other loose items
Dennis, our lives are in your hands and you have butterfingers? Hammond asked.
The technician turns around in his chair and extends his arms in a Christ-like pose. As we get a good look at him, we get the sinking feeling that we've seen him somewhere before. And we have. Dennis Nedry is the man who accepted a suitcase full of cash in San José!
I am totally unappreciated in my time. We can run the whole park from this room, with minimal staff, for up to three days. You think that kind of automation is easy?
He takes a large SWIG of his Jolt cola.
Or cheap? You know anybody who can network eight Connection Machines and de-bug two million lines of code for what I bid this job? Because I'd sure as hell like to see them try.
I'm sorry about your financial problems. I really am. But they are your problems.
You're right, John. You're absolutely right. Nedry's voice is sarcastic as hell, and Hammond knows it.
Everything's my problem.
I will not get drawn into another financial debate with you, Dennis. I really will not.
I don't think there's been any debate. There's no debate…my mistakes…
I don't blame people for their mistakes, but I do ask that they pay for them.
Thanks, Dad. Nedry replied sarcastically, picking up a Panic Pete from his desk.
Dennis! Arnold said as he SHOVED his chair backwards.
- - the headlights.
I'll de-bug the tour program when they get back, okay?
They keep looking at him.
Okay?! It'll eat a lot of computer cycles; parts of the system may go down for a while - - There's a finite amount of memory. We can't use it for everything - -
Joey, Blaine, Robby, Dr. Swartz, John and Dr. Ayala stand near Muldoon, who has been sitting near the video monitors as always. Muldoon turns towards them, annoyed.
Quiet!
Arnold and Nedry continue to argue.
All of you! Joey yelled.
Arnold, Nedry and everyone else fall silent: the only noise left in the room is Arnold taking a long drawn out PUFF of his cigarette.
They're coming to the Tyrannosaur Paddock. Muldoon said.
Muldoon turns toward Joey, thanking him with a smile. We get the feeling of a mutual respect between these two.
Dr. Swartz looks at Blaine, very seriously.
Tami centered the ceramic egg that Mick eventually gave her so she wouldn't miss him while he worked for the Atomic Energy Commision. Tami smoothed the egg with a pumice stone, the only one in her domicile. Tami enjoyed the egg, but Micks gift of an imported salami cemented their relationship and helped her to miss him less.
Blaine just looks at him like he's crazy.
TYRANNOSAURUS PADDOCK DAY
The two 1992 Ford Explorer XLTs drive along a high ridge and stop at the edge of the large, dense woodland that is separated from the road by a Security Moat behind a fifteen-foot fence, clearly marked with "DANGER!" signs and ominous-looking electrical post. The support beams are adorned with blue and orange flashing lights and the cables are also much thicker than the other paddocks.
The sun is falling to the west, sinking into a misty horizon. The whole landscape of Jurassic Park is bathed in soft light, with lengthening shadows.
The surface of the nearby ocean ripples in pink crescents. To the south, they can see the graceful necks of the Brachiosaurus. It is quiet, except for the soft drone of cicadas.
As they stared out at the landscape, it is possible to believe that they have really been transported millions of years back in time to a vanished world.
On the other side of the road is one of the massive mountains of Isla Nublar, namely Mount Sibo.
Tim, Lex, and Gennaro are pressed forward against the windows, eyes wide, waiting for you-know-who. Ed Regis just stares out his window, lost in thought.
It works, doesn't it? Ed Regis said.
I like to come here sometimes, in the evening. And just sit.
IN THE REAR SUV,
The voice of the radio drones on, but Dr. Grant, Dr. Sattler, and Dr. Malcolm aren't even listening anymore, dying of anticipation.
Dr. Grant climbs into the trunk, laying down on the cargo cover and looking out the window.
The mighty Tyrannosaurus arose late in the dinosaur history. Dinosaurs ruled the earth for a hundred and fifty million years, but it wasn't until the last - -
Will you turn that thing off? Dr. Grant asked.
Dr. Sattler flips a switch and they wait in silence - - except for Dr. Malcolm, who continues to look, thinking aloud.
He has his right hand in a fist.
God creates dinosaurs. He puts up one finger.
God destroys dinosaurs. He puts up another finger
God creates man. He puts up another.
Man destroys God. And another.
Man creates dinosaurs. He puts up his fifth finger.
Dinosaur - - eats man. Woman inherits the earth. Dr. Sattler said.
Both men look at her but only Dr. Grant smiles.
Hold on, we'll try to tempt the Rex. A voice said.
IN THE PADDOCK,
they hear a soft BLEATING sound. At the edge of the woodland, a small cage rises up into view, lifted on hydraulics from underground. The cage bars slide down, leaving the cage's occupant standing alone next to the fence. It is a goat, one leg chained to a stake. It looks around, confused, and bleats plaintively.
IN THE FRONT SUV,
Lex and Tim - both still pressed against the windows - look at the goat with widely different reactions.
What's going to happen to the goat?! It's going to eat the goat?! Lex cried with horror, whirling around to Ed Regis.
Tim is in heaven.
Excellent.
Gennaro looks to Lex.
What's the matter, kid, you never had lamb chops?
I happen to be a vegetarian. Lex stated, in a tone that plainly shows she isn't pleased.
IN THE REAR SUV,
Dr. Grant SHAKES his head.
T-Rex doesn't want to be fed; It wants to hunt. You can't just suppress sixty-five million years of gut instinct.
IN THE PADDOCK,
The goat waits. And waits. From the 1992 Ford Explorer XLTs, six faces watch it expectantly. The goat tugs on its chain. It walks back and forth, nervous. It BLEATS.
IN THE REAR SUV,
Dr. Grant watches, his eyes glued, his breathing becoming a little more rapid.
IN THE FRONT SUV,
Tim and Lex can't tear their eyes away,
CONTROL ROOM DAY
Look at them. Hammond said, watching the Control Room monitor, currently marked Tyrannosaur Paddock Exterior - Road 1, Zone F2, Sector 06, Camera 8D.
Pressing against the windows, so eager. They can't wait to see it. They have come for the danger.
That's what I'm afraid of. Muldoon said.
He TWIRLS some keys on his finger and watches the 1992 Ford Explorer XLTs tensely. This is the first time that visitors have toured Jurassic Park, and Muldoon shares Arnold's apprehension.
Raised in Kenya, Robert Muldoon had spent most of his life as a guide for African big-game hunters, as had his father before him. But since 1980, he had worked principally for conservation groups and zoo designers as a wildlife consultant. He had become well known; an article in the London Sunday Times had said, "What Robert Trent Jones is to golf courses, Robert Muldoon is to zoos: a designer of unsurpassed knowledge and skill."
In 1986, he had done some work for a San Francisco company that was building a private wildlife park on an island in North America. Muldoon had laid out the boundaries for different animals, defining space and habitat requirements for lions, elephants, zebras, and hippos. Identifying which animals could be kept together, and which had to be separated. At the time, it had been a fairly routine job. He had been more interested in an Indian park called TigerWorld in southern Kashmir.
Then, a year ago, he was offered a job as game warden of Jurassic Park. It coincided with a desire to leave Africa; the salary was excellent; Muldoon had taken it on for a year. He was astonished to discover the park was really a collection of genetically engineered prehistoric animals.
It was of course interesting work, but during his years in Africa, Muldoon had developed an unblinking view of animals - an unromantic view - that frequently set him at odds with the Jurassic Park management in California. In Muldoon's opinion, cloning dinosaurs in a laboratory was one thing. Maintaining them in the wild was quite another.
It was Muldoon's view that some dinosaurs were too dangerous to be kept in a park setting. In part, the danger existed because they still knew so little about the animals. For example, nobody even suspected the Dilophosaurus were poisonous until they were observed hunting indigenous rats on the island, biting the rodents and then stepping back, to wait for them to die. And even then nobody suspected the Dilophosaurus could spit until one of the handlers was almost blinded by spitting venom.
After that, Hammond had agreed to study Dilophosaurus venom, which was found to contain seven different toxic enzymes. It was also discovered that the Dilophosaurus could spit a distance of fifty feet. Since this raised the possibility that a guest in a car might be blinded, management decided to remove the poison sacs. Dr. Swartz and the other vets had tried twice, on two different animals, without success, No one knew where the poison was being secreted. And no one would ever know until an autopsy was performed on a Dilophosaurus and management would not allow one to be killed.
On top of that, the park aviary was originally intended to have a treetop lodge built high above the ground, where visitors could observe the Pteranodons at flight level. But, while the lodge was being finished, the Pteranodons were placed in the aviary to acclimate them. But that was a big mistake. It turns out the fish-hunters are territorial. They fight among themselves for territory-and they'll attack any other animal that comes into the area they've marked out. They were knocking the workmen unconscious, cutting them up pretty badly so they had to abandon the idea until a solution could be made.
Muldoon worried even more about the Velociraptors. They were instinctive hunters, and they never passed up prey. They were swift: strong runners and astonishing jumpers. They had lethal claws on all four limbs; one swipe of a forearm would disembowel a man, spilling his guts out. And they had powerful tearing jaws that ripped flesh instead of biting it. They were far more intelligent than the other dinosaurs, and they seemed to be natural cage-breakers.
Every zoo expert knew that certain animals were especially likely to get free of their cages. Some, like monkeys and elephants, could undo cage doors. Others, like wild pigs, were unusually intelligent and could lift gate fasteners with their snouts. But who would suspect that the giant armadillo was a notorious cage-breaker? Or the moose? Yet a moose was almost as skillful with its snout as an elephant with its trunk. Moose were always getting free; they had a talent for it.
And so did Velociraptors.
Raptors were at least as intelligent as chimpanzees. And, like chimpanzees, they had agile hands that enabled them to open doors and manipulate objects. They could escape with ease. And when, as Muldoon had feared, The Big One finally escaped from the paddock, it killed two construction workers and maimed a third before being recaptured by the InGen Security Division, with the help of the Emergency Response Unit. Even as they were temporarily relocating them, until their paddock was secure, a worker was killed.
Muldoon wanted guns. And he wanted good ones. Hunters knew how difficult it was to bring down a four-ton African elephant -and some of the dinosaurs weighed ten times as much. Management agreed. Now every security personnel in the InGen Security Division, whether they are part of Jurassic Park Emergency Response Unit, Jurassic Park Security, or Jurassic Park Rangers, carried a Colt M16A2.
Several Colt M16A2's and Franchi SPAS-12's are kept in a locked cabinet in the Emergency Bunker. Only Muldoon and Joey have keys to the room.
Those are the keys Muldoon is TWIRLING now.
IN THE PADDOCK,
finally, the goat - -
- - lays down.
IN THE REAR SUV,
everyone sits back, disappointed again, Dr. Grant is unimpressed at the lack of dinosaurs.
Where is T-Rex?
Good question. Ed Regis said.
The little often announces the arrival of Rexy because she's still in the process of being taught the art of stealth.
The little one? Dr. Grant asked.
The little T-Rex. She's a juvenile, two years old, and about a third grown now. Stands eight feet high, weighs a ton and a half. The other one's a full-grown Tyrannosaur. But I don't see her at the moment.
The SUVs start up and pull forward, moving off silently, through the foliage, to continue the tour.
REST AREA DAY
A scenic area high above the rest of the park.
On one side of the road are picnic tables, an unfinished snack bar and restrooms. Behind those is a wooden dock, extending out to the river that flows underneath the rest area. Near the end of the dock is a wooden shed marked: RAFT STORAGE.
To the other side of this rest area is a view of the river as it comes in from the ocean. Behind the rest area is the vast jungle with Mt. Sibo off in the distance. A guard-rail separates visitors from the river.
Suddenly, there is the sound of something approaching. Something, an animal, CRIES in the distance.
Did you guess Dilophosaurus? Richard Kiley's voice asked.
That was actually the call of a swan. Dinosaurs shared many features with modern day birds. For instance, we now know that many theropod dinosaurs from the Jurassic Period have vocal organs just like modern birds.
The 1992 Ford Explorer XLTs come out from behind a bend and turn up into the Rest Area.
We are arriving at the fourth of seven lookouts on the tour. Your Jurassic Park tour vehicle will stop for five minutes to let you stretch your legs and enjoy a healthy snack. This is also a good time to take photographs of our animals. Next stop: The Triceratops Enclosure. Richard Kiley said.
Hey, is that bathroom working? Lex asked.
Sure. Ed Regis said.
The kids take off towards the bathroom, running across the area.
CONTROL ROOM - LATER
Hammond sits at his computer, watching the vehicles as they move through the park.
He PUNCHES a few buttons and the computer screen BLIPS back to "Interior Monitor - Vehicle 06"
Dr. Malcolm HUNCHES over to look directly at the camera.
Uh, uh, now, eventually you do plan to have dinosaurs on your dinosaur…on your, on you tour, right?
Hello?
He KNOCKS a few times on the camera
Hello, hello?
He opens his mouth and exhales on the camera
Yes?
Hammond just shakes his head.
I really hate that man.
REAR SUV DAY
Dr. Malcolm sits back down in his seat.
You see? The Dinosaurs don't obey set patterns or park schedules. It's the essence of Chaos.
Dr. Grant longingly looks out of his window, while Dr. Malcolm rattles on to Dr. Sattler.
I'm still not clear on Chaos. Wh-what does that mean?
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.
Dr. Sattler waves her hand over her head to show this information has gone right over her head.
I made a fly by, I go too fast.
Looking out of his window, Dr. Grant sees a 1992 Jeep Wrangler YJ Sahara at the far end of a field. He sits bolt upright, trying to get a better look.
Dr. Malcolm, looks for another example - -
He points to two plastic cups of water that sit in recessed holes on the dashboard.
Here. Give me a glass of water.
He dips his hand into the glass of water. He takes Dr. Sattler's hand in his own.
The car should be still, but that's okay. It's just an example. Put your hand flat like a hieroglyphic. A drop of water falls on your hand. Which way will the drop roll off? Which finger.
Thumb, I'd say.
He flicks his fingers and a drop falls on the back of Dr. Sattler's hand.
Ready? Freeze your hand. Now I'm going to do the same thing from the exact same place.
Which way will the drop roll? Over which finger? Or down your thumb? Or to the other side?
The same way.
Dr. Malcolm dips his hand into the glass of water and flicks his fingers and the drop falls between Dr. Sattler's fingers.
It changed. Why?
Because and here is the principle of tiny variations - -
the orientations of the hairs - -
Alan, listen to this. Dr. Sattler said.
- - on your hand, the amount of blood distending in your vessels, imperfections in the skin - -
Oh, imperfections?
Microscopic - - never repeat, and vastly affect the outcome. That's what?
Unpredictability…
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 Dr. 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 see if anybody is watching him.
Dr. 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 - - it's exciting - - I think.
Dr. Grant throws the door open and bolts out of the moving SUV.
There, there see?! I'm right again! Dr. Malcolm said, pointing at the open door.
Alan?
No one could have predicted Dr. Grant would suddenly jump out of a moving vehicle!
Alan? Dr. Sattler said again.
She jumps out too and follows him into the field.
There's, uh, another example!
See? Now I'm here, talking to myself - - that's, uh, Chaos Theory! What the hell am I doing here? I'm the only one who knows what's going on.
CONTROL ROOM DAY
Alarms BLARE in the Control Room. Hammond, Muldoon, Joey, Arnold and the rest of Joey's team stare at the video monitor. Its marked Triceratops Paddock Exterior - Road 2, Zone O3, Sector 06, Camera 8C.
They stare incredulously as everyone now pour out of the SUVs and follow Dr. Grant down the hill. Ed Regis tries to restrain the kids but they chase Dr. Grant. The SUVs roll on slowly, empty, their doors hanging wide open.
Up on the central projection screen at the front of the room, it shows a schematic view of the vehicles with the doors that are open, open.
Uh - - Mr. Hammond - - Arnold asked, looking for direction.
Stop the program! Stop the program!
There you are! How many times did I tell you we needed locking mechanisms on the vehicle doors! Robby scolded.
Stopping ride vehicles and rebooting program. A man on a PA system said.
We're on. Will notify for resume
ACROSS THE ROOM,
Dennis Nedry sneaks a peek at the video monitor. It shows "vidnet - Camera 130c", staring at a metal door with 'EMBRYONIC COLD STORAGE. RESTRICTED!' written on the glass.
He looks to another monitor, which is labeled "vidnet - EAST DOCK." The monitor shows a supply ship, C-3208, moored at a wooden dock, extending out into the ocean. The aft section of the boat is loaded with equipment, separated from the rest of the ship by big cargo containers. Its cargo is being uploaded and a large group of workers is filing aboard.
Over by everyone else, they continue to CHATTER
Switch over to check.
What about the circuit integrities?
Screen says faulty sensor.
We're a full go on that.
Looks good.
Nedry has something on the desk, where no one can see it. It's a can of shaving cream.
PARK DAY
Dr. Grant, Dr. Sattler, Gennaro, Ed Regis and the kids are out in the open field. For the first time, we notice the sky is darkened rather early in the day. Tim dog's Dr. Grant's footsteps, so excited he can hardly keep his feet on the ground.
So like I was saying, there's this other book by a guy named Bakker? And he said dinosaurs died of a bunch of diseases? He definitely didn't say they turned into birds - -
Gennaro is scared as hell, following the others, but his head darting left and right.
Alan? Where are we going? You see something? Dr. Sattler asked.
Uh - - anybody else think we shouldn't be out here? Gennaro asked.
- - And his book was a lot fatter than yours. Tim said, holding up Dinosaur Detectives and comparing the thickness.
Really? Dr. Grant sneered, offended.
Yours was fully illustrated, honey. Dr. Sattler soothed.
Anybody at all. Feel free to speak up. Gennaro said.
Lex stumbles and Dr. Grant takes her hand, to stop her from falling. She looks up at him and smiles.
Dr. Grant smiles back and tries to recover his hand, but Lex holds tight. With Tim crying "Hey, come on! Watch this!" to him, and Lex refusing to let go of him, Dr. Grant is massively uncomfortable. Dr. Sattler notices and smiles.
Dr. Grant suddenly stops everyone.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Everybody wait here.
Dr. Grant walks off a head. A short time after, Tim follows.
Timmy, Timmy. Ed Regis said and tries to stop him.
Come back here, blanket head. Lex said.
Tim keeps walking, pushing his way through the tall grass. He emerges into a clearing, where Dr. Grant is standing with Jurassic Park's veterinarian, Dr. Gerry Harding. Dr. Harding can be recognized by his green Jurassic Park uniform. He's about fifty-seven and has graying hair.
Beside the two of them, a Triceratops, a big one, is lying on its side. 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 little clouds of dust with every exhalation.
Hi everybody, Don't be scared. Muldoon tranquilized her for me. She's sick. Dr. Harding said.
Dr. Grant stands next to Dr. Harding, almost in a daze.
Beautiful. Is it okay? Can I touch it?
Sure.
Dr. Grant walks next to the animal and strokes its head; Ellie, having now emerged from the grass herself, gasps in both abject delight and shock as she too moves forward to the animal.
She crouches down in front of the Triceratops.
Oh my god! She breathed in delight and begins stroking the horn.
Hey! Hey, baby!
She starts getting teary-eyed.
Hey, baby girl. Yeah.
She starts laughing.
Oh Ellie. Dr. Grant breathed, happily.
This was one of my favorite dinosaurs when I was a kid and now she's the most beautiful thing I ever saw.
Dr. Sattler laughs, then furrows her brow, noticing something, all professional curiosity now. The animal's tongue, dark purple, droops limply from its mouth.
Dr. Sattler scratches the tongue with her fingernail. A clear liquid leaks from the broken blisters.
Micro-vesicles. Bleh, That's interesting.
Dr. Grant, fascinated, wanders all the way around to the back of the animal. Dr. Harding joins Dr. Sattler and hands her his penlight.
What are her symptoms?
Imbalance, disorientation, labored breathing. Seems to happen about every six weeks or so.
Six weeks?
She takes the penlight from the veterinarian and shines it in the animal's eyes.
Lex stares, both horrified and elated, as Dr. Grant leans against the Triceratops; then, suddenly, he rises, though not by his own choice: the Triceratops taking a breath causes him to be pushed up, and then flopped back down against the animal as it releases breaths.
Are there pupillary effects from the tranquilizer? Dr. Sattler asked.
Yes, mitotic, pupils should be constricted.
These are dilated. Take a look.
They are?
He 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.
Dr. Sattler walks over to a nearby plant, weeds that have little purple berries.
Is this West Indian Lilac?
Yes. We know they're toxic, but the animals don't eat them.
Are you sure?
Pretty sure.
There's only one way to be positive. I need to see some droppings.
Dr. Malcolm, now without his leather jacket, walks up to Dr. Sattler.
Dino…Dino droppings, uh, droppings?
Yeah.
She walks away, Dr. Malcolm looks on.
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.
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, got that.
Muldoon is on the phone. Then he places it to his chest, so that the person on the other end can't hear his words.
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? Hammond asked.
It's not worth taking the chance, Mr. Hammond. Blaine interrupted, before Hammond could protest any further.
Muldoon talks into the phone
Sustained winds 45 knots.
Hammond nods.
Tell them when they get back to the cars.
Muldoon said into the phone
Thanks, Steve.
Arnold makes 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.
DAMN! Hammond exploded, stomping his cane on the floor in an apoplectic fit of rage.
ACROSS THE ROOM,
Nedry stares at his video monitor, watching the boat. He's on the phone with the mate, whose image 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 workers are aboard.
Nedry talks in a low voice
No, no, no. Stick to the plan. You wait till they're back from the tour.
FIELD DAY
As the weather grows darker, Dr. Sattler, Dr. Grant, Dr. Harding, and Dr. 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. Dr. Malcolm breathed, removing his black sunglasses and staring at the massive pile.
Dr. Sattler has plastic gloves that reach up to her elbows, and is just withdrawing her hand from the middle of the dung.
Dr. Sattler looks to Dr. Harding.
You're right. There's no trace of lilac berries. That's so weird, though. She shows all the classic signs of Myelotoxicity,
Every six weeks - - Dr. Sattler thinks aloud.
She turns and walks out into the open field a few paces, thinking. Dr. Malcolm watches her, and looks back at the dung.
Dr. Malcolm looks to Dr. Grant.
She's, uh - - tenacious?
You have no idea.
Dr. Malcolm turns around to Dr. Sattler
You will remember to wash your hands before you eat anything!?
Dr. Grant follows her, then lifts his foot up in disgust as he steps in some of the Triceratops dung.
CONTROL ROOM DAY
Dennis Nedry is busily and surreptitiously typing a series of commands into his console.
CLEAR - Check Paddock Key = plot
CLEAR - Debug Main Phone Base
CLEAR - Check System Software v9.8
CLEAR - Communication Follow up
CLEAR - Debug Island Overview
Are all in the bottom right hand corner.
A few moments later, a big word appears underneath them, an option surrounded by a forbidding red box. "EXECUTE," it says.
PARK DAY
The skies are really foreboding now, and there's a sense of growing urgency. Dr. Sattler is by the animal, a short distance away from the group.
THUNDER rumbles as the storm overhead is about to bust loose.
Gennaro, scared of more than one thing now, puts his foot down.
Doctors, if you please - - I have to insist we get moving.
Oh, you know, if it's alright, I'd like to stay with Dr. Harding and finish with the Triceratops. Is that okay? Dr. Sattler asked.
Sure. He said, as if her question was something people asked every single day.
I've got a gas powered Jeep.
He gestures toward the nearby 1992 Jeep Wrangler YJ Sahara, JP14, it has a soft top and a four lamp-light bar.
I can drop you at the Visitor Center before I make the boat with the others.
Dr. Sattler looks to Dr. Grant.
I'll catch up with you. You can go with the others.
Are you sure?
I'll just finish. Yeah, I want to finish.
There is a lightning flash now, with a tooth-rattling THUNDERCLAP right on its heels.
Now. Gennaro said.
I'm hungry. Lex said.
You'll be able to eat in about twenty minutes. Ed Regis said.
Dr. Grant turns and follows the others, Lex right in his tracks. Dr. Sattler and Dr. Harding go back to the Triceratops, which is starting to come back to life.
As Dr. Grant reaches the 1992 Ford Explorer XLT, he turns back for one last look at Dr. Sattler. He raises his hand to wave, but she is turned the other way. Feeling silly, he drops his hand and goes into the SUV. Just as he does, Dr. Sattler turns and waves to him, but with his back turned, he misses it too.
In this way, they say goodbye.
BACK AT THE SUVS,
as the reflections of the group approach, the first raindrops fall on the windshields of the tour vehicles. They're big, fat drops, and they kick up little clouds of dust as they SMACK into the glass.
It's going to be one hell of a storm.
CONTROL ROOM DUSK
Hammond is with Ray Arnold, staring at the video screens. Hammonds monitor, currently marked Triceratops Paddock Exterior - Road 2, Zone O3, Sector 06, Camera 8C.
Let's get going. Ed Regis said.
I'm about ready for dinner. And I could do with a nice banana daiquiri. What do you say, folks? Daiquiri sound good?
He pounds the metal panel of the car.
See you back at camp. He said, and he starts running toward the first car, and climbs aboard.
A red light on the dashboard blinks. With a soft electric WHIRR, the SUVs start off.
I found a way to re-route through the program. I'm turning the cars around in the rest area loop. Arnold said.
Hammond is interrupted by a radio transmission to the Control Room. Arnold slides over and shuts off the tour monitoring. The picture on the video screen is now of the supply boat, still docked on the island shore, but is now being buffeted by heavy waves.
Hello, John. This is Captain Farrell onboard C-3208 at the East Dock. Do you read me? Over.
Reading you, Captain. Go ahead. Arnold answered.
I'm looking at the storm patterns just north of us. We've got falling barometric BPF and satellite forecasts +8 hurricane force winds by midnight. Requesting permission to leave before unloading the last three food containers.
Nedry looks up quickly, listening carefully.
That sounds prudent, Captain.
I really think we should leave the island in the next hour. Don't want to be stuck here if this chop gets much worse.
Nedry mouths the words: the next hour. He is inexplicably upset; everyone else is matter-of-fact, droning.
Hammond speaks into his headset.
Hello Captain, John Hammond, how are you tonight? I certainly don't want to imperil anyone. But can you give us one more container of food? Then we'll feel comfortable is the storm delays your return. Could you help us out here? Of course, if it looks too choppy just go, but you'd be doing us a big favor.
Well…we'll do our best, sir. We'll get one more container off. How's that?
Nedry bites his lips. Hammond thanks him and signs off and looks at Arnold.
Rotten luck, this storm. Get my grandchildren on the radio will you? I don't want them to worry about a wee bit of rain.
Arnold reaches for another headset.
ACROSS THE ROOM,
Dennis Nedry, sweat forming on his upper lip now, is now staring at his video monitor. The supply boat is still docked on the island shore, increasingly being buffeted by heavy waves. Nedry whispers sharply into the phone, arguing with the mate again, who he can see on the video monitor.
What are you talking about, leaving early? You can't leave early.
There's nothing I can do! If the Captain said we gotta go, we gotta go!
No, no, listen to me. You've got to give me time. I did a test run on this thing and it took me twenty minutes. I thought I could do it in fifteen - - you've got to give me fifteen minutes.
No promises!
I'll be there in ten.
Arnold SNAPS a button on his console.
Visitor vehicles are on their way back to the garage.
So much for our first tour. Three no-shows and one sick Triceratops.
For the first time that day, Arnold actually takes his cigarette out of his mouth and looks at him.
It could have been worse, John. A lot worse.
As he put his cigarette into his mouth Dennis Nedry stands up.
He's shaking in his shoes, but trying like hell to be casual.
Anybody wanna - - want a soda or something? Anybody want something from the machines? Or a soda or something? I'd thought I'd, uh, get somebody something. I've had only sweets and I'm gonna get something salty
He GULPS and pauses for a brief moment
Oh! I finished debugging the - - the phones. I was going to, so I, uh, I did. So I debugged the phones. And I thought m…maybe I should tell you that the system's gonna be, um…uh…compiling for eighteen to twenty minutes. So, some, uh, minor systems, they may go on or off for a while. There's nothing to worry about. It's just a simple thing.
Nedry turns, stretches one finger out to his screen, and selects an option.
"EXECUTE."
At the same time, he presses the start button on his digital stopwatch strapped to his wrist. A stopwatch flashes onto the screen and he presses the mouse again - this time with his pinky finger.
He starts to leave - - but returns when he remembers the shaving cream can. He grabs it and leaves.