- - CHAPTER 11: The Tyrannosaurus Rex - -


TYRANNOSAUR PADDOCK NIGHT

BAAA! The goat that was brought up from underground earlier is still tethered in the same place, BLEATING in the pouring rain.

Rain DRUMS the roofs of the 1992 Ford Explorer XLTs. The two SUVs sit still in the middle of the road. A man's form races back from the front SUV to the rear SUV.

IN THE REAR SUV,

Dr. Grant, soaking wet, gets back into the SUV and closes the door behind him. Dr. Malcolm turns to himTheir radio's out too. Mr. Regis said to stay put. Dr. Grant said.

The kids okay?

Well, I didn't ask. Why wouldn't they be?

Kids get scared.

What's to be scared about? It's just a little hiccup in the power.

I didn't say I was scared.

I didn't say you were scared.

I know.

Dr. Malcolm turns and looks out at the driving rain, and the fence that stands between them and Rexy's Paddock. He is scared.

Dr. Grant looks forward, barely able to make out the other SUV in the dark and rain. Occasionally, LIGHTNING reveals all.

IN THE FRONT SUV,

Gennaro, Ed Regis, Lex, and Tim wait, bored. The rain drums on the roof monotonously. Tim is upside-down in the front passenger seat. Lex pushes his legs up, and he swings them down.

Up and down, up and down! Tim said.

I can't believe we invited Ian Malcolm. Gennaro said quietly.

People were gettin' bloody noses - - things on your head - - aneurisms - - Tim continued, on a completely different subject now.

I think Dr. Grant is really - - smart. Lex said, a little dreamily

Now he'll write a bunch of papers, go on Larry King Live, say we're irresponsible - - Gennaro said.

Tim finds something under the seat and sits up abruptly, holding what looks like a heavy-duty pair of safety goggles. The piece that wraps around your head is thick and has a green color. The eye-pieces are yellow with two binocular-like lenses attached.

Hell of a rain. Ed Regis said.

It's really coming down.

I'm hungry. Lex said.

I know that, Lex. Ed Regis said.

But we're stuck here, sweetie. The cars run on electricity in buried cables in the road.

Stuck for how long?

Until they fix the electricity.

BOO!

Tim suddenly POPS up from in front of the seat wearing the safety goggles, spooking Lex, who hadn't seen him or been paying attention to him in the slightest.

Hey! Where did you find those things? Gennaro questioned, staring at the goggles that Tim is now holding.

In a box under my seat. Tim replied, holding them up and looking at them, not entirely sure as to what they are.

Are they heavy?

Yeah.

Then they're expensive. Put them back.

Let the kid use them. Ed Regis said.

Gennaro leans back and closes his eyes. Tim ignores him and climbs into the back seat. Lex SMACKS Tim with her hat as he crawls by.

Don't scare me.

Tim ignores her too, climbing into the trunk, onto the cargo cover.

Tim stares out the back window. He can feel the goggles pressing heavily on his head. He reaches for a strange knob near his ear.

There is a brief phosphorescent flare, and then, in shades of electronic green and black, he can see the 1992 Ford Explorer XLT behind, with Dr. Grant and Dr. Malcolm inside.

Oh, cool! Night vision!

As Tim watches, the door of the rear 1992 Ford Explorer XLT opens, and a hand reaches out, holding an empty canteen out to catch some rain water.

IN THE REAR SUV,

Dr. Grant pulls the canteen back in, closes the door, and takes a drink. He and Dr. Malcolm wait.

IN THE FRONT SUV,

Tim turns to look at the foliage at the side of the road. Through the goggles, the foliage is a bright electronic green, and beyond he can see the thick cables of the fence.

It would be amazing to see a Tyrannosaurus Rex with these night-vision goggles. A real thrill. Maybe the Tyrannosaurus Rex will come to the fence and look over at them. Tim wonders if its eyes would glow in the dark when he sees them. That would be neat.

He continues to scans the foliage, but sees nothing. Certainly nothing as big as a Tyrannosaurus Rex. He begins to wonder if the Tyrannosaurs come out at night. Are they nocturnal animals? Tim isn't sure if he had ever read that. He has the feeling that Tyrannosaurs are all-weather, day or night animals. The time of day doesn't matter to a Tyrannosaurus Rex. The rain continues to pour.

Listening to the sound of the rain, Tim feels himself growing sleepy. He YAWNS, and turns to look at the palm trees on the left side of the road, and is startled by a sudden THUMP as the bottom cable of the metal post SHAKES. He SWINGS to look out the back just in time to catch a glimpse of a dark shape as it swiftly crosses the road between the two cars, barely backlit by the rear SUVs headlights.

Jesus?!

What? Ed Regis asked.

It was huge, it was big as the car - -

Was it the Tyrannosaur? Ed Regis asked.

I don't think so. It was in the road.

But you didn't see it? Ed Regis asked.

No.

Tim feels that he had missed seeing the animal, whatever it was. But he continues to stare out of the back window with the goggles. He swings his legs - - but suddenly stops. He feels something.

He pulls off the goggles and turns back. He moves into the back seat between Ed Regis and Lex, who is tapping her hat on her shoulder; he reaches forward and stills her hand.

BMBB!

BMBB!

BMBB!

Can you feel that? Tim inquired, now slightly scared.

Lex doesn't answer. Neither does Ed Regis.

Tim leans over to the front passenger seat and looks at the two plastic cups of water that sit in the recessed holes on the dashboard. As he watches, the water in the glasses vibrate, making concentric circles - -

- - then it stops - -

- - and then it vibrates again. Rhythmically.

Like from footsteps.

BMBB!

BMBB!

BMBB!

What…what is that? Lex asked.

Gennaro's eyes BLINK open, and he stares, scared shitless, into the rear-view mirror. It faintly TREMBLES.

M-Maybe it's the power trying to come back on. Gennaro said, not entirely convinced.

Tim jumps into the back seat and puts the goggles on again.

What is that? Lex asked again.

Tim turns, clambering back onto the cargo cover, and looks out the side window. He can see the area where the goat is tethered.

Or was tethered! The chain holding it swings from a bent stake, but the goat is gone!

Where's the goat? Lex asked.

Almost as if nature's laughing at them, gloating in it's victory in proving Dr. Ian Malcolm right - -

BANG!

They all jump, and Lex SCREAMS as something hits the plexiglass sunroof of the 1992 Ford Explorer XLT, hard. They look up - -

- - And see a bloody, disembodied goat leg.

Jesus, Oh Jesus. Gennaro said.

Tim whips around to look out the side window again. His mouth pops open, but no sound comes out. Through the goggles, he sees an animal claw, a huge one, gripping the cables of the "electrified" fence. The hand slips off, VIBRATING the cable.

Tim whips the goggles off and presses forward, against the window. He looks up, up, then cranes his head back further, to look out the sunroof. Past the goat's leg, he can see - -

- - Rexy! It stands maybe thirteen feet high, twelve meters long from nose to tail, with an enormous, boxlike head that must be five feet long by itself.

The remains of the goat hang out of the Tyrannosaurus Rex's mouth. It tilts its head back and SWALLOWS the animal in one big gulp.

Gennaro can't even speak and he starts SHAKING uncontrollably. His hand CLAWS for the door handle, he shoulders it open, and takes off, out of the SUV. Ed Regis sees this, makes a decision, and follows suit. He climbs into the front passenger seating, SCRAMBLING out through the open door, ducking his head in the rain.

Lex begins freaking out.

He left us! He left us alone! Dr. Grant! Dr. Grant! He left us! He left us! Lex screamed loudly, panicking madly, her eyes wide, her face pale.

Ed Regis just turns and runs in the opposite direction from the Tyrannosaurus Rex, disappearing into the woods. The door to the SUV hangs open; the paneling is getting wet.

ON THE ROAD,

Gennaro runs away, as fast as he can, right past the second SUV, towards a bamboo outhouse, with a thatch roof, twenty or thirty yards away.

He reaches it, ducks inside, and pulls the door after him - -

- - but there's no latch, just a round hole in the unfinished door. Gennaro backs into a stall, frantic.

IN THE REAR SUV,

Dr. Grant and Dr. Malcolm turn in the direction Gennaro went.

Where does he think he's going? Dr. Grant asked, oblivious to the events at hand.

When you gotta go, you gotta go. Dr. Malcolm said.

A sudden noise alerts Dr. Malcolm to the electric fence. He looks the other way, out the passenger window. As he watches, the fence EERILY CREAKS, the cables SNAPPING free from the posts. What is that all about? - -

IN THE FRONT SUV,

Lex looks out the back window, to the rear SUV.

Dr. Grant? Lex breathed, horrified.

Dr. Grant now turns and watches as, ahead of them, the "DANGER!" sign SMACKS down on the hood of the first 1992 Ford Explorer XLT. The entire fence is coming down, the posts collapsing, the cables SNAPPING and SWINGING in the wind as - -

- - the Tyrannosaurus Rex LUNGES at the last cable, RIPPING its way through the fence.

They watch in horror as the Tyrannosaurus Rex steps over the "Security" moat and the ruined barrier and into the middle of the park road. It just stands there for a moment, as if adjusting to its new surroundings, as if planning it's next move - swinging its head from one vehicle to the other.

Then it releases a FEROCIOUS ROAR!

Boy, do I hate being right all the time. Dr. Malcolm said.

Keep absolutely still - - it's vision's based on movement! Dr. Grant said in a quivery whisper.

You're sure?!

Dr. Grant pauses.

Apparently.

He slowly slides the brochure to Dr. Malcolm.

The Tyrannosaurus Rex turns and strides quickly towards them. It circles, slowly, bending over to look in at them through the window.

Dr. Grant and Dr. Malcolm sit trembling in the front seats, watching as the giant legs stride past their windows.

IN THE FRONT SUV,

Lex pulls the cargo cover back and starts rummaging around in the back cargo area, looking for something, anything. She pushes aside several park brochures and finds a black, metal case and opens it. We don't get a view inside but she pulls out a Maxa Beam Flashlight.

ON THE ROAD,

The front SUV lights up from within as Lex switches on the Maxa Beam Flashlight.

The dinosaur raises its head, momentarily nudging it against the SUV, causing it to shake. Rexy turns slowly from the second SUV to the first, its attention is aroused by the light. Making a decision, it strides over to the first vehicle, FAST.

Turn the light off, turn the light off. Dr. Grant whispered.

IN THE FRONT SUV,

Turn the light off! Turn the light off! Tim begged as he frantically tries to get the Maxa Beam Flashlight off. Seeing the Tyrannosaurus Rex coming toward the SUV he puts the light down onto the seat.

Unaware that the source of the light is inside the SUV, the Tyrannosaurus Rex walks right to the front door and peers out into the jungle in front of the SUV.

Tim quietly leaps into the front seat; reaching out into the rain for the open door handle. He grabs it and SLAMS the door shut with a THUMP.

The head of the Tyrannosaurus Rex SNAPS in the direction of the door.

Rexy bends down and begins sniffing the SUV. Then it looks in through the side window. Lex freezes as Rexy bends down and peers right in through her window. She's eye-to-eye with the thing for a second, the dinosaur's giant, yellowing eye is only slightly smaller than the entire pane of glass.

She takes the Maxa Beam Flashlight and slowly puts the light in Rexy's eye. It's pupil dilates. Then Lex slowly faces the beam of light elsewhere. The pupil enlarges again.

The dinosaur raises its head up, above the SUV and lets out another ferocious ROAR. The kids cover their ears and Tim screams.

SEE!?

Then Rexy looks back into the SUV and both kids leap backwards, to the other side of the SUV, in fear.

The Tyrannosaurus Rex pulls away slightly, then reaches down and BUMPS the SUV with its snout, rocking it.

Lex SCREAMS, loudly - louder than she had ever screamed before in her life - and she drops the Maxa Beam Flashlight. Tim takes his chance - wrestling with his sister over the Maxa Beam Flashlight

Turn-turn it off, Lex! Turn it off!

I'm sorry - - I'm sorry - -

Where is the button then?

I don't know, I don't know. I'm sorry - -

Why did you do this?

I don't know! I'm sorry!

He finds the button and switches off the Maxa Beam Flashlight.

The kids look up, through the sunroof, as the head goes higher, and higher, and higher, and then Rexy turns, looks straight down at them through the sunroof, opens its mouth wide and - -

- - ROARS!

The windows RATTLE, Lex SCREAMS and drops the Maxa Beam Flashlight, the light goes on again, and Rexy strikes.

SMASH! The thing's head hits the plexiglass sunroof, knocking the whole roof right out of the frame of the SUV and down into the vehicle. The bubble falls down over the kids like a shield, trapping them, and the animal lowers it's whole head into the SUV, lunging down, through the hole, SNAPPING at them; it's breath SNORTS on the plastic; it's tongue SLAPS wetly.

The plexiglass holds tough and protects Tim and Lex, even as it pins them to the seats. The Tyrannosaurus Rex continues to push down, and the glass GROANS, crack lines racing across it.

Tim, whose feet are caught above him, pushes back, only an inch of glass between him and the dinosaur's teeth.

IN THE REAR SUV,

Dr. Grant and Dr. Malcolm watch in horror as the dinosaur claws at the side of the vehicle with one of its powerful thigh legs.

It pushes, starting to tip the SUV over.

IN THE FRONT SUV,

the glass windows SHATTER, the kids are thrown to the side, and the 1992 Ford Explorer XLT tilts.

Frustrated that it's not going to be able to get at the occupants of the SUV from the top, the Tyrannosaurus Rex tries a different tactic; Rexy pulls her head out of the SUV.

Tim and Lex have a half-instant of relief. Rexy bends down and SLAMS its head against the SUV, rolling it up on its side, then its roof.

Tim and Lex TUMBLE around, gasping, landing back onto the plexiglass sunroof, SHATTERING it into big pieces. The park brochures FLY everywhere, the black, metal case FLIPS AROUND in the trunk, the night-vision goggles and Maxa Beam Flashlight FALL and BREAK.

ON THE ROAD,

Rexy towers over the SUV. Like a dog, it pins the SUV down by putting one massive foot on the chassis front. Rexy tears at the undercarriage with its jaws.

Biting at anything it can get a hold of, it rips the rear axle free, tosses it aside, and bites into the back-left tire and begins tugging on it.

It pulls the tire free from the muddy, yellow rim and the tube ruptures with a pitiful POP, startling the poor animal.

Rexy ROARS, the rubber tube hanging from it's mouth. The roar is a victory roar, almost as if Rexy is claiming the SUV as its own.

As it roars, the weight of the massive three toed foot begins crushing the 1992 Ford Explorer XLT from the front to the back.

Tim and Lex are trapped inside the rapidly flattening SUV. As the frame continues to buckle, they crawl toward the shattered rear window, the SUV collapsing behind them. A tidal wave of mud and rain water OOZE through the shattered windows into what little space there is left.

Tim is ahead, nearing the back window, when there is a CRUNCH and the back seats come down, pinning him.

The Tyrannosaurus Rex backs up, dragging the 1992 Ford Explorer XLT, SWINGING it left and right across the ground. It seems ready to fling it over the edge.

IN THE REAR SUV,

Dr. Grant looks around, climbs over the driver seat, into the passenger seats. He pulls the cargo cover back and tears apart the back area, searching - and finally finds the metal case. He opens it, and we get our first view inside. There are four flares, a Maxa Beam Flashlight, and a fire extinguisher.

He grabs a flare.

Dr. Grant gets out of his SUV. He's holding the flare in one hand, which he pulls the top off of. Bright flames shoot out the end of it.

Hey! Hey! Over here!

The Tyrannosaurus Rex looks at him and ROARS! The flare GLEAMS in it's eyes.

Dr. Grant waves the flare slowly in front of him from side to side. The Tyrannosaurus Rex follows his moving arm, eyes LOCKED on the flare. Dr. Grant looks over to the wall, and tosses the flare over the edge of the barrier. Rexy lunges after it - -

Unclear with Dr. Grant's plan, Dr. Malcolm leaps out of the SUV and tries to scare up the Tyrannosaurus Rex's attention with his own newly lit flare. He begins to wave it at the animal. Dr. Grant sees him - -

Ian! Freeze!

Dr. Malcolm inches back slowly, then takes off, running for his life down the road, trying to lure Rexy away. It works too well, as Rexy sees the movement. It whirls and takes off after Dr. Malcolm, fast. He runs to the bamboo outhouse Gennaro went into earlier.

Get the kids!

Get rid of the flare!

Get the kids!

Get rid of the flare!

Dr. Malcolm throws the flare away, but it's too late. The Tyrannosaurus Rex is now in hot pursuit of him. Dr. Malcolm runs for his life towards the bathroom Gennaro hid in, just steps ahead of the Tyrannosaurus Rex.

IN THE RESTROOM,

Gennaro is still cowering in a stall. POUNDING FOOTSTEPS APPROACH!

Hail Mary, full of grace, the lord be - -

LOUDER POUNDING, THE WALLS BEGIN TO VIBRATE!

He sees the Tyrannosaurus Rex coming, through the latch's hole, and SCREAMS, slamming the door of the stall shut. The Tyrannosaurus Rexes' head EXPLODES into the bathroom building.

Dr. Malcolm is knocked down and buried under the collapsing roof. The rest of the bathroom collapses, leaving Gennaro exposed, seated on the toilet. The rain causes him to rub his eyes. The Tyrannosaurus Rex stares at him for a moment, curious.

Gennaro sits there on the toilet in the pouring rain, SHIVERING from fear.

Rexy looks at him as he tries to stay still, but he can't stop SHIVERING.

Then it leans its head back.

NO! NO!

Rexy bites down on his upper-body and YANKS him off the toilet.

Rexy vigorously lifts Gennaro into the air, violently flailing him around and around and around. His screams immediately die out with a sickening CRUNCH and a SQUELCH. His body flails as every bone in the body breaks.

ON THE ROAD,

Tim! Lex! Dr. Grant said as he kneels down next to the crushed 1992 Ford Explorer XLTs side.

Dr. Grant! Dr. Grant! Lex said.

He lays on the muddy ground, looking inside, and sees Lex staring up at him, conscious, her face covered in mud.

Are you okay? Can you move?

Dr. Grant called into the SUV.

Tim! Are you okay?

I'm stuck. The seat's got my feet!

Tim, I'll come back for you. I'll get Lex out first.

He reaches a hand underneath the flipped SUV and fishes under, finds Lex's hand, drags her out. He quickly checks her for broken bones.

Are you okay? Good girl.

Dr. Grant tries to find Tim.

Tim? Tim?

Lex, staring over his shoulder, lets out a BLOOD-CURDLING SCREAM. Dr. Grant whirls, covering her mouth at the same time.

Shhh! Don't move! It can't see us if we don't move.

Lex looks at him like he's crazy, but freezes. They wait.

BMBB! A big Tyrannosaurus Rex foot smacks down in front of them, sending mud SQUELCHING in all directions, as the dinosaur approaches the SUV again.

It leans down, right past them, and SNIFFS the SUV, ragged bits of flesh and clothing hanging from its teeth.

Not finding anything, the dinosaur swings its head away, SNORTING loudly through its nose. Dr. Grant's fedora flies off his head. Still, he doesn't move.

The Tyrannosaurus Rex's breath SMATTERS mud, water and blood from their glass-created wounds across the faces of Dr. Grant and Lex, who both kneel stock still.

Rexy walks to the back of the SUV. It bends down.

WHAP! The SUV spins as it's pushed from behind by Rexy. Dr. Grant and Lex are pushed in front of it, helpless. They scramble around on their knees, trying to keep ahead of the SUV, which Rexy is now pushing even closer to the edge of the barrier.

Dr. Grant and Lex crawl quickly, but the SUV is moving faster, catching up on them.

INSIDE THE SUV,

Tim awakens and SCREAMS. He tries to unwedge himself. A thin trickle of blood runs down his forehead. He's jammed between the crushed roof and the rear passenger seat. He can't free himself!

ON THE ROAD,

The Tyrannosaurus Rex looms over Lex and Dr. Grant, who are trapped between the SUV and the sixty foot drop.

INSIDE THE SUV,

Rexy bends down and sees Tim, who backs away, furiously, but there's almost no room to move in there. Rexy opens its mouth wide and stretches its tongue into the SUV.

Tim screams and kicks as the tongue tries to wrap around him. But it fails, and withdraws from the SUV.

ON THE ROAD,

the Tyrannosaurus Rex still tries to get to Dr. Grant and Lex, pushing the SUV, spinning on its roof. Dr. Grant and Lex scramble, trying to avoid being caught by the Tyrannosaurus Rex and crushed by the SUV.

The SUV now only leaves a foot between it and the ruined barrier.

This way! Dr. Grant said.

The Tyrannosaurus Rex spins the SUV, the back of the SUV almost crushes them against the barrier - -

Get back!

They move, as Rexy continues to move the SUV towards the edge. Dr. Grant finally gets on the ruined barrier, Lex follows.

Timmy! Timmy! Lex screamed.

The Tyrannosaurus Rex ROARS in frustration. It bends down for one final lunge at the SUV.

Dr. Grant sees it coming. He grabs one of the dangling fence cables on the other side of the barrier, as the SUV's grille CRASHES against the concrete, sending the two of them rocking .

Grab a hold of me!

She wraps her arms around his neck. He scrambles to the edge of the ruined barrier, and starts to climb down.

Over the barrier, there is a sharp precipice, representing a fifty or sixty foot drop.

BARRIER NIGHT

The cable is slick with rain, and it's all Dr. Grant can do to hang on as he and Lex slide rapidly down. Above them, the vehicle is now teetering over the edge, threatening to drop right on top of them if they don't hurry. Tim hangs halfway out of the SUV, unable to get out further.

Dr. Grant GASPS, as Lex has unwittingly started to choke him as she holds on for dear life, screaming wildly.

Lex, Lex, You're choking me!

The SUV GROANS, nearly halfway over the edge now. The back of the SUV tilts up as the front tilts over the edge. Rexy BENDS down and grabs onto the rear with its mouth.

Tim, in the SUV, is tilted high, everything swinging crazily, loud metal rending. He sees the trunks of the palm trees sliding downward past him - moving sideways through the air - he glimpses the ground very far below - the hot roar of the Tyrannosaurus Rex - the blazing eye - the tops of the palm trees - - as the SUV is released.

And then, a METALLIC SCRAPING SHRIEK, and Tim's stomach heaves in the moment before the world becomes totally black, and silent.

OUTSIDE,

Tim and the 1992 Ford Explorer XLT SAIL INTO SPACE! Tim SCREAMS! The SUV falls, SHOOTING back downwards.

Timmy! Lex screamed again.

With a BANG and a CRUNCH of metal, the SUV plunges sideways into the leafy top of a tree in the paddock, resting in its upper branches.

Dr. Grant and Lex stare up at the wreck in the tree. Tim can't be seen. The Tyrannosaurus Rex GROWLS.

The Tyrannosaurus Rex stares down at them, but they're safely out of its reach. It ROARS once more, in a final fit of frustration, turns - -

JUNGLE NIGHT

Shivering, Ed Regis gets to his feet, and wipes the cold mud off his face and hands.

Regis touches his face, rubbing it with his finger, and feels swollen flesh on the side of his mouth. It is funny, but it doesn't hurt at all. Then he realizes the swollen flesh is a leech growing fat with blood as it sucks his lips. It is practically in his mouth.

Shivering with nausea, Regis pulls the leech away, feeling it tear from the flesh of his lips, feeling the gush of warm blood in his mouth. He spits, and FLINGS it with disgust into the forest. He sees another leech on his forearm, and pulled it off, leaving a dark bloody streak behind. Jesus, he is probably covered with them.

That fall down the hillside. These jungle hills are full of leeches. So are the dark rocky crevices. What did the workmen say? The leeches crawl up your underwear. They like dark warm places. They liked to crawl right up your - -

As he crawls out from the boulders he is already formulating the next step, already figuring out how he will handle things from this point.

Ed Regis wipes the cold mud off his face and hands, the evidence that he had been hiding. He isn't embarrassed that he had been hiding, but now he has to take charge. He scrambles back up toward the road, but when he emerges from the foliage, he has a moment of disorientation. He doesn't see the cars at all. He is somehow at the bottom of the hill. The 1992 Ford Explorer XLTs must be at the top.

He starts walking up the hill, back toward the SUVs. It is very quiet. His feet splash in the muddy puddles.

Maybe Rexy is still hanging around. Here he is, already at the bottom of the hill. That much closer to home. And it is so quiet. Spooky, it is so quiet. Ed Regis turns around, and starts walking back toward the camp.

JUNGLE NIGHT - LATER

At the bottom of the hill, Ed Regis digs in his pants and pulls out another leech. He SCREAMS.

As soon as he has done so, he knows he's made a mistake. He stands rigid, unmoving. The forest around him has become deadly silent. The steady background drone of cicadas and frogs had ceased abruptly. There is only the faint rustle of leaves, and the whine of the wind..

Ed Regis presses up against the trunk of the nearest tree, hugging it. He doesn't move at all. The forest remains silent. Then, from somewhere very near, he hears a soft SNORTING exhalation, hardly louder than the wind.

There is another shadow, superimposed on the others, but not moving: a strong curved neck, and a square head.

The exhalation comes again.

He hears a crack as a branch SNAPS, and into the path steps a Tyrannosaurus Rex. It is the juvenile: about eight feet tall, and it moves with the clumsy gait of a young animal, almost like a puppy.

The juvenile Tyrannosaurus SHUFFLES down the path, stopping with every step to SNIFF the air before moving on. It passes the tree where Ed Regis is hiding, and gives no indication that it has seen him. Regis's body relaxes slightly. Regis turns his head, trying to watch the Tyrannosaurus on the far side of the tree.

The Tyrannosaurus is now out of view down the road. Regis starts to relax, releasing his grip on the tree. But the jungle remains silent. Regis remains close to the tree trunk for another half a minute.

Then the sounds of the forest return: the first tentative croak of a tree frog, the buzz of one cicada, and then the full chorus. Regis steps away from the tree, shaking his shoulders, releasing the tension.

He walks into the middle of the road, looking in the direction of the departed Tyrannosaur.

The attack comes from the left! The juvenile ROARS as it swings its head forward, knocking Regis flat to the ground. He yells and scrambles to his feet, but the Tyrannosaurus pounces, and it pins him with its hind leg.

He is sitting up in the path, SHOUTING at the dinosaur and WAVING his hands at it, as if he can scare it off. The young dinosaur seems perplexed by the sounds and movement coming from its tiny prey. The juvenile bends its head over, SNIFFING curiously, and Regis pounded on the snout with his fists.

You don't want to hurt Mr. Regis. Go away. Ed's your friend. Back off! Get away! Back off! Go on, back off! Regis shouted at the top of his lungs, and the dinosaur backs away, allowing Regis to get to his feet.

Yeah! You heard me! Back off! Get away!

As he moves away from the dinosaur, the juvenile continued to stare curiously at the odd, noisy little animal before it, but when Regis has gone a few paces, it lunges and knocks him down again.

It's playing with him.

Hey! Regis shouted as he falls, but the juvenile does not pursue him, allowing him to get to his feet. He jumps to his feet, and continues backing away.

You stupid- back! Back! You heard me- back! He shouted like a lion tamer.

The juvenile ROARS, but it does not attack, and Regis now edges toward the trees and high foliage to the right. In another few steps he will be in hiding.

Back! You! Back! Regis shouted, and then, at the last moment the juvenile pounces, and knocks Regis flat on his back.

Cut that out! Regis yelled, and the juvenile ducks his head, and Regis begins to scream. No words, just a high-pitched scream!

The scream cuts off abruptly, and when the juvenile lifts his head, there's ragged flesh in his jaws.

CONTROL ROOM NIGHT

John Hammond is livid.

I will kill Nedry. I will kill him.

Muldoon, Joey, Blaine, Robby, Dr. Swartz, John and Dr. Ayala burst through the door.

Well? Hammond asked.

There's no sign of him anywhere.

Ray Arnold's cigarette is practically burning his lips, down to almost nothing in his mouth. Hammond hovers over Nedry's computer terminal, which is a mass of incomprehensible commands that scroll by quickly as he futilely examines each one of them.

Muldoon paces. Dr. Sattler stares at Arnold in amazement.

Are we getting anywhere with these procedures of yours? I mean, what's hanging us up?

I ran a key check on every stroke Nedry entered today. It's all pretty standard stuff, until this one - -

Dr. Sattler joins the group at the computer.

What one?

He points to his computer screen, to a specific series of commands. The others crowded over his shoulder and stare at the screen.

"Keycheck /space - O. Keycheck off. Safety - O." He's turning the safety systems off. He doesn't want anybody to see what he's about to do. Now look at this next entry, it's the kicker. "Wht_rbt. obj" Whatever it did, it did it all. But with keycheck off, the computer didn't file the keystrokes. Only way to find them now is to search the computer's lines of code one by one.

How many lines of code are there? Dr. Sattler asked.

Ray takes a PUFF of his cigarette and lets out the smoke.

Uh - - about two million.

Two million - - great. That would help.

Hammond is staring downwards at the desk, the bald patch - which is beginning to appear on his head - GLEAMING with sweat.

Joey. Hammond said, turning to him.

- - I wonder if perhaps you would be good enough to take your team and bring back my grandchildren?

Joey doesn't even need a second to decide.

Sure. Joey said and he and the rest of the team head for the door.

I'm going with them. Dr. Sattler said.

They head for the door. Hammond turns, staring out the windows at the back of the Control Room. He's gone pale, and he's sweating, wrapped up in a million thoughts. Behind him, Ray Arnold's voice calls to him, but he doesn't hear it.

John - - John - -

Hammond leans on his cane, and for the first time he looks like he's actually using it.

John!

Hammond turns, finally hearing him.

I can't get Jurassic Park back online without Dennis Nedry.

GARAGE NIGHT

The six quickly go downstairs into the restaurant. Joey goes over and opens the door and the seven go through.

Joey isn't really worried about the fences going down. Most of the dinosaurs have been in their paddocks for nine months or more, and they had brushed up against the fences more than once, with notable results. Joey knows how quickly animals learn to avoid shock stimuli. You can train a laboratory pigeon with just two or three stimulation events. So it was unlikely the dinosaurs would now approach the fences.

Joey is more concerned about what the people in the SUVs would do. He doesn't want them getting out of the 1992 Ford Explorer XLTs, because once the power comes back on, the cars will start moving again, whether the people are inside them or not. They might be left behind. Of course, in the rain it's unlikely they would leave the cars. But, still…you never know…

They reach the garage, grab the slicker that belongs to them and hurry toward the 1992 Jeep Wrangler YJ Saharas.

Joey, Robby, and John climbed into JP07 and Blaine, Dr. Swartz, Dr. Ayala and Dr. Sattler climbed into JP08.

Joey and Blaine, who are in the driver seats, turn the ignition keys and start the 1992 Jeep Wrangler YJ Sahara's.


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