Ian Malcolm's voice narrates: "You've no doubt heard of the butterfly effect. A butterfly flaps it's wings in Central Park and in Peking you get rain instead of sunshine. It's, uh, well you could call it the very essence of chaos. A cow breaks wind in Africa and contributes to a typhoon in India. One kid in Kansas City doesn't buy a Happy Meal and the US stock market crashes. Countless tiny actions, variations in behavior and routines, can have drastic consequences. War. Famine. Even extinction."
The camera fades into an underwater shot of a pond. A sturgeon swims about among the water grass and submerged logs. Several smaller minnows flash and shimmer in the light as they swim away from the large fish. We see several small crocodiles only slightly larger than it swim away to shore. This fish is clearly not to be trifled with by just any predators. The camera continues to follow the sturgeon as it swims through a hollow submerged log, as it swims out the other side, right as a toothy mouth plunges into the pond and clamps down on it! The camera continues to follow the fish in a long take as it is lifted up into the air by its predator, a Siamosaurus, whose face the camera closes in on as it swallows the sturgeon whole. Cut to a wide shot of the dinosaur as it continues to swallow its prey. Siamosaurus is an Asian spinosaur, kin to Baryonyx and Spinosaurus. This one is a gray-green color, with a small rounded sail running down its back. The flesh around its eye is bright red, reminiscent of some modern birds. Then cut to a wider shot, revealing the environment. It's a sunny day. Pine trees stretch away from the pond, and while numerous, they are spaced out, not like a dense forest. Tall grass, ferns and palmettos cover the ground. It's reminiscent of the wiregrass hills and floodplains of the modern southeastern US, save for one big difference: a snow-capped volcano is in the distance, passively spewing white smoke into the sky. As we see the Siamosaur bend down and now drink from the lake, just a few meters behind it is a bubbling, sulfurous spring. Another sign of volcanic activity, and that this isn't quite as modern as it seems. -Screen text: "Burma, Early Cretaceous Period" Now full and with its thirst quenched, the Siamosaur begins to casually trot away from the pond, not a care in the world. As it does, the camera pans away to the other side of the pond, where we see a pair of long-necked titanosaurs, Phuwiangosaurus. These long-necks are a light gray, with tawny brown spots, reminiscent of modern giraffe colors. This is a mated pair, with the larger bull cautiously watching the Siamo leave, while the smaller doe drinks from the pond. Cut to a close up as the two begin to rub their necks and heads together affectionately, also like giraffes. The male then bends down to drink abruptly, in a slightly comedic moment, with the female staring blankly, as though she wanted to keep rubbing. It's reminiscent of the humorous, almost dead-pan stares of some modern livestock. As the male lifts his head back up, water drips from his mouth and splatters all over our next character, an early mammal. The little creature is roughly about the size of a chihuahua. Built like a possum, though with a more boxy snout, and a rusty red coat of fur. Its tail is pink and mostly naked, save for this little mammal's most striking feature: small spiney quills that start at its thighs, and run the length of its tail. It's like an ancestor to porcupines. The little critter shakes like a dog, drying itself off, before it scampers between the titanosaur's legs. It runs off into a more forested area, and we see that the dense forests here look different than the floodplains. Pines, primitive oaks and magnolia trees comprise the canopy, while more palmettos, ferns and horsetails beat out the grass in the understory. Our proto-porcupine begins shuffling about the litter of the forest floor, before it rears back on its hind legs, curiously sniffing the air. Cut to a close-up of its snout, showing off its whiskers and thick, more blunted canines. The little creature then plops back down onto all fours and begins furiously following the scent of food. A POV shot takes us through the underbrush a short way, before we cut to a wide shot. We see the proto-porcupine emerge from the bushes in the background, looking at something out of focus in the foreground. The camera focuses to reveal the object: a dinosaur nest. Seven eggs, partially buried in an earthen mound, in a circular arrangement. The size of footballs, these eggs are a deep blue-gray with brown speckling. Light filters down through the branches above to illuminate the nest. From the POV of our little mammal, it's like light from Heaven illuminating manna from Above. He's hit the jackpot! The little creature cautiously pokes his head from the bushes, scanning for any sign of the mother, and seeing nothing, runs for his treasure. The proto-porcupine begins digging out around one of the eggs, nudging it with his snout. However, it's a struggle, as the eggs are nearly as big as him. Frustrated and anxious, he tries to bite and crack the egg, but is unable to, as his mouth doesn't reach far enough around it to do anything. So the struggle continues. However, the thief has run out of time, as a shadow falls over the nest. The little mammal turns and looks up at the new threat, squeaking in surprise, a split second before it is swatted and sent flying out of frame by a giant clawed hand. The camera pans up to reveal the hand's owner, a mother Alxasaurus. This species of therizinosaur has a long and graceful neck, curved six-inch claws at the end of its fingers, and is covered in ruffled brown feathers. As the mother bends down to tend to the disturbed egg, we see her feathers shimmer more vibrant colors in the sunlight; these feathers are partially iridescent, like a modern turkey. The mother gingerly uses her claws to brush more dirt back over the egg, before we cut to a close-up of our proto-mammal. The little critter is on death's door; his breathing is shallow, with blood leaking from his mouth. We get another POV shot as the mother Alxasaur trots over to him, getting right up in the camera and fogging it up as she sniffs the creature. The camera cuts to show mosquitos and flies are already gathering on the body. The mother looks up in the branches and sees several small scavenger pterosaurs perched above in the branches. From up in the branches, we see them eyeing the mammal, before the camera tilts up slightly, following one of the pterosaur's gaze. It squawks as it curiously looks at the nest. Recognizing these scavengers are another threat to her unborn young, the mother picks up the still-struggling mammal in her mouth by its head, and with a flick of hers, sends it sailing off and away into the underbrush. Like dogs chasing a stick, the pterosaurs instinctively flap after it. Satisfied, the mother returns to her nest, hunkering down on top of it. She looks at the hand she swatted the mammal with. Some of the vermin's spines are stuck in her fingers. She plucks them out with her mouth, before spitting them out into the underbrush. Cut to a close-up of the dinosaur's face as she spits the last one out, and we can see several mosquitos swarming around her eyes and ears. She shakes her head, causing some to buzz off.
The camera cuts to a close up of one of the insects as it flies away, as an energetic soundtrack similar to "The Flight of the Bumblebee" plays. The mosquito zips between trees, which from its POV look like skyscrapers. It's wings making that characteristic high-pitched whine. We can see that it's moving more towards the edge of the forest again. Cut to a close-up of it as it lands on and begins feeding on some large dinosaur, only seeing its scaly hide. As its abdomen begins turning red with blood, suddenly yet another huge shadow is cast over the bugs, before a huge horny beak crashes down on top of them. A wide shot reveals our mystery dinos to be a herd of Sinoceratops. What we see are different herd members swatting their herd mate's annoying pests, slapping their mouths and tongues onto their sides, reminiscent of how cows lick and groom themselves. The ceratopsians would do it themselves like cows, that is if their enormous frills didn't prevent them from turning their head that far. So herd members instead help with grooming, like other social animals. And speaking of their frills, these wild and genetically pure Sinos don't have gaping holes in them. Their nose horns are also thinner, but they otherwise look almost identical to their future clones. The herd idly plods along the edge of the forest, devouring cycads, young pines, and low-hanging magnolia branches. We see the bull has a large red dewlap hanging down to his chest as he walks by, while the calves play amongst the females. As the herd feeds, we see several magnolia cones drop from their mouths, as if the ceratopsians seem to deliberately avoid eating them. Maybe the seeds are toxic, maybe they just dislike the taste. One cone plops down in center frame, and we see something out of focus moving around in the background. A little bipedal dinosaur moves into focus as it scoops up the cone, before running off seconds before a Sino foot slams down where it had just been. A wide shot reveals our little cone connoisseur clearly. A Psittacosaurus, the little bipedal dino plucks the bright red seeds from the cone, before using its large parrot-esque beak to bite off portions of the cone and swallowing that, too. The little dinosaur is a dark brown on the back, with a series of tan and white stripes running up from its belly and on its legs, like an okapi. It has peach-fuzz downy feathers sparsely covering its head, with a patch of tall quill feathers along the tail, these feathers matching the straw yellow color of the tall grass. And this young male is not alone, we can see a dozen more of the little creatures darting around under the Sinoceratops herd's feet, also eating their dropped leftovers as well. They duck and dodge the big herbivore's feet, as well as the occasional falling droppings or stream of piss. Some of the baby Sinos playfully chase the Psittacosaurs.
Our young male darts to pick up another cone, but just as his hands grasp it, we see another dinosaur snout bite down on the cone. An Incisivosaurus has also laid claim to the cone. This little dinosaur is about the same size as the Psittacosaurus, but has a more bird-like build: long swan-like neck, covered in downy gray feathers, with the scales on it's feet being a bright orange, like a duck, and blue and green feathers sticking out of its arms and tail. However, the most noticeable trait of this dinosaur is it's cartoonishly large incisors. Its buck teeth resemble a beaver or rodents, complete with a nasty layer of yellowish-orange plaque, and are currently buried in our Psittacosaur's cone. A tug of war breaks out, with our Psittacosaur biting into the cone as well. Both dig their heels in, going back and forth, but it doesn't seem like either will quit…
That is until a baby Sinoceratops plows right through between them, knocking the cone away and both little dinos to the ground. The baby jumps around like a hyperactive puppy, occasionally slipping and falling like one too. Having had enough of this, the Buck-tooth squawks as it runs off. The camera tracks her as she runs off through the underbrush, heading deeper into the forest. As she comes to a stop, she sniffs the air, before ducking out of frame as she runs away. Mere seconds later, a juvenile Yutyrannus runs into frame. This feathered tyrannosaur, Junior, is young, and she too moves like a puppy. She excitedly sniffs the ground where the Buck-tooth had just been, before eagerly looking back over her shoulder and squeaking. Her voice is still high pitched and distorted, as she has yet to mature. We see the rest of the Yutyrannus family approach: Mom, Dad, and Big Sis. All have tan skin and black silky down feathers, with Dad having a mane of deep blue feathers and a matching plume at the end of his tail. Junior again eagerly sniffs in the direction of Buck-tooth and turns to go in that direction; it's her first hunt, and her inexperience is obvious. Big Sis grabs the scruff of her neck in her mouth, gently dragging her back in line with the pack. They're after much bigger game: Sinoceratops. The predators skulk about in the trees and shadows, the Sinoceratops herd now further out into the floodplains, away from tree cover. Mom breaks off and heads out into the open while the herd is still a ways off, keeping as low to the ground as possible, while Dad trots out ahead of the sisters. The strategy is for Junior and Big Sis to expose themselves and charge the herd to scatter them, with Mom and Dad looking for any weaklings to isolate and take down. The only problem is Junior clearly has no idea what's going on. As soon as she notices Mom has broken off into the plains, she lets out a call, confused and nervous. While the Sino's sight and hearing are so limited they don't notice, several of the Psittacosaurs immediately jerk their heads upright. They begin scanning the plains and forest edge; they don't just mooch the Sino's leftovers, with their superior eyesight and hearing, they're the perfect sentries. Mom hunkers down low to the ground, the tall grass and a clump of palmettos helping obscure her. After what seems like agonizing minutes, the little dinos go back to munching on cones. Mom immediately resumes her stealth walk. Back in the tree line we see Big Sis has again bit down on the scruff of Junior's neck, making a low rumbling growl; she has clearly had enough of her sister's shenanigans. Reluctantly, she follows Big Sis's lead…
For about a minute. As they creep closer to the edge of the forest, squawking can be heard. Panning around a bush reveals the dead proto-mammal, with the same pterosaurs fighting for the best parts. One struggles off to the side, trying to pull a quill from its wing. All this action is just too much for Junior to take, and she breaks from cover to go after the pterosaurs. Big Sis calls to stop her, even tries biting her tail, but it's too late, she's already out in the open, snapping and snarling at the fleeing pterosaurs. Immediately, the Psittacosaurs snap their heads up, and we see Junior from their POV. They all shriek an alarm cry, causing the oblivious Sinos to immediately bellow in fear and break into a stampede. With their cover blown, Big Sis charges past Junior while Mom and Dad both break cover and charge the herd. The three begin to converge on an old and crippled Sino at the center of the herd, who is quickly being left behind. Amidst the chaos, we see our young male Psittacosaur weaving between the larger herbivores, dodging the thundering feet. In the background we can see the Yutyrannus family have already surrounded the Sino, but the stampede continues. Our male ducks to the left to dodge a tree, only to be kicked in the head by a Sino foot. He is sent spinning off his feet by the impact, crashing into the tree with a sickening crunch.
The herd thunders on past rather fast. Our little Psittacosaur coughs up blood, his eyes dilate. He only draws a few shaky breathes, before he goes limp. With the stampede having passed, the Yutyrannus family has brought down the Sino, with the adults feasting. Junior tries to sneak a bite, only to receive a kick from Dad. She sulks back to wait her turn. We see that the herd of Psittacosaurs has come back for ours though. Several come forward and nuzzle the body, while the rest stand around and throw their heads back, making sorrowful chirping calls. One old female, perhaps his mother, nudges the body furiously, while another member of the herd rests his head atop hers. A sign of empathy? Like penguins, elephants and some whales, Psittacosaurs also mourn their dead. As the herd gradually departs, the camera looks down on the lifeless body from the tree, with something golden yellow in the corner of the screen. Running up the trunk of the tree is a split, from which seeps a copious amount of sap. An enormous glob of it is sagging on the underside of a branch. Malcolm's narration: "A thousand little interactions, routine behaviors… all can lead to death, even extinction." The sap drops, splattering on the Psittacosaur's tail. Malcolm: "And, perhaps, uh, under the right circumstances, it can, well, lead to revival as well."
-Cut to black-
A few pinpricks of light begin to break through the black. The sound of a brush scrubbing against something rough can be heard, and the points of light grow larger, until the entire screen is white. The light source, a headlamp, shifts up, and we're face to face with its wearer, fifteen year-old Aung. His face is smeared in dirt, and he sighs at what he sees. He is dangling by a harness in a mine shaft that looks like a deep well, dim light coming from above. It's cramped, he only has just enough room to brush and work with a small dental pick. But it's enough to get the job done, and he pries loose his prize. Glittering gold in the light of his headlamp is a chunk of amber roughly the size of a football, and suspended inside is a chunk of the Psittacosaurus tail. Partially decayed around the edges, but otherwise pristine, the feathers and scales still clearly visible. As Aung examines it, thunder is heard rumbling from above. A few drops of water splatter down on his shoulder. He sighs, silently deposits the amber in a pouch attached to the harness, then yanks a rope beside him. At the top of the mine shaft, this rings a bell, and we see someone begin cranking a handle, reeling him up. As this goes on, we can clearly see people bustling about in the background. We see armed soldiers and children milling about. A wide shot reveals the larger mining site: once a hillside, now turned into a sprawling earthen gulch, a pair of watchtowers to the north and south, several tents and ramshackle huts, surrounded by jungle on all sides.
-Screen text: "106 MILLION YEARS LATER…" Aung plants his feet back above ground. He pulls the piece of amber out, holding it up.
Aung (in Burmese): "Last piece for today's haul. Nice chunk of dinosaur."
We see the person who reeled him up, seventeen year-old Han. The two look starkly different. Aung, dressed only in a pair of shorts, his body smothered in grime, several cuts and bruises visible. Han, dressed in a military camo uniform, clean shaven save for a few stray whiskers on his chin, and an AK-47 slung over his shoulder; one a child laborer, the other a soldier in training. Han (also Burmese): "Not bad, not bad. The money pigs will definitely like that."
Aung: "They better damn well like it." Aung walks over to a large basket and sets the amber in it. We can see it is halfway full of amber, containing not just bugs and mosquitos, but whole lizards, frogs, and countless pieces of dinosaur remains. His mine shaft is technically protected from the coming storm by a tent, but we can see it has numerous patched tears, some of which still allow water to leak in. With a huff, Aung hoists the basket onto his back, a pair of straps allowing him to wear it like a backpack. The pair begin to head off to submit their amber haul, and there are multiple other kids doing the same. The camp itself is a picture of destitution and pity. Kids ranging from elementary school age to teens like Han are all over the place. Most resemble Aung's condition: dressed mostly in rags or old clothes, smeared in dirt, several obviously malnourished. A handful wear Asian straw farm hats to protect them from the rain. The huts are made of old wood and bamboo with tin rooves. A few little kids stand in line at the mess tent, waiting for lunch. In a pen behind the tent are the camp's primary food supply: a pair of nanny goats for milk, and about two dozen chickens, one of whom is seconds away from having its head chopped off.
There are comparatively few adults in the camp. Most of them are soldiers, dressed in similar fatigues as Han, albeit much older. Most tote AK-47s as well, while some carry whips, cracking them in the air near kids that they deem are moving too slow. A pair of guards man each watch tower. In one tower, one guard is fast asleep, while his partner refills his canteen with the now-pouring rain. There are three adults present who clearly stand out; while everyone else is native Burmese and either a poor child worker or gun-toting soldier, under a large tent are three Chinese merchants, two men and a woman. Like Donald Gennaro in the first film, they are clearly not properly dressed for a mine: khaki shorts, nice dress shirts and high-end sunglasses. They represent the Chinese amber market the mine sells to. Kids are seen depositing their baskets of amber into the back of a truck near the tent. The merchants can't seem to be bothered to even glance at the kids, much less help them. One pulls out a flask and takes a long swig.
Aung and Han slog their way towards this tent, the rain turning the roads into a muddy mess.
Aung: "So how long until they ship you to the front?" Han: "Three weeks, maybe a month. The officers always seem to be changing the day."
Aung: "Well they can suck a goat dick."
A guard clearly hears this and glares at Aung as they walk past. Han protectively puts his hand on his shoulder. To him, Aung is like a little brother. As they pass the guard though, somber silence sets in as the weight of Han's deployment settles. Han clearly wants to change the subject.
Han (anxious): "So what about you? You said they're letting you go home for a week? Helping with that new baby sister?"
Aung: "It's more like I'll be doing Mom's chores while she's laid up. That, and probably changing diapers in the middle of the night for her."
Han, chuckling: "Sounds like a vacation. Can we trade?"
Aung playfully punches Han in the shoulder, and he ruffles his hair in return, the mood lightened. One of the older workers, a teen girl named Myia is helping the younger kids with their amber hauls. She gives Han a flirty look as the two walk past; Han tries to look stoic, but begins blushing as soon as they're past each other. Aung ribs him, teasing. The two walk past a mine shaft in the hillside. We see several kids pushing a rusty minecart out, bumping into a little girl, causing her to spill her amber basket into a mud puddle. She yelps and begins desperately trying to scoop the stones back up, but it's too late, a soldier is already towering over her, screaming and lashing her with his whip. Aung and Han notice this, as do Miya and several others. The soldier kicks the girl down into the mud, continuing his tirade and lashing. This is harsher than what we've seen the other guards do. Han approaches, unsure of challenging a commanding officer, but clearly fed up. Han: "Hey! Don't you think that's enough?!" The soldier looks down at Han, glaring at him. The girl looks up at Han, incredulous. Aung and Miya watch nervously. The tension could be cut with a knife. The guard begins to raise his whip against Han-
Only to be distracted by a characteristic whistling sound, followed seconds later by an explosion that not only blows Han, the soldier and girl to bits, but causes the mine entrance to collapse. Aung screams in utter horror at his friend's fate, alongside the screams of terror from the children. In the guard tower, our sleeping guard has bolted awake and begins ringing an alarm bell, screaming "We're under attack!" in Burmese and Mandarin, while his partner begins scanning the tree line for their attackers. Miya is at the impact site, crying over what's left of Han's body. Another whistle, followed by another mortar exploding, this time taking out one of the amber wells. In the forest, we see the enemy soldiers, clad in black military unforms, one loading another mortar while his partner looks for new targets through his binoculars. Back in camp, Aung breaks into a frantic run towards the impact site, but is swept up amidst a growing sea of children fleeing. He is forced to go with the flow, desperately looking back at his friend's remains. No soldiers try to stop them, as they are all running the opposite direction, loading their guns for battle. One drives a truck towards the enemy location, a .50 cal machine gun mounted in the back. However, a mortar isn't all the enemy has, as an RPG is fired, and the truck goes up in a fireball. The merchants have scattered, with one cowering for cover beneath the table, one desperately trying to crank the truck, while the other is greedily trying to throw as much amber as possible into the truck bed. Still Aung runs, gasping for hair, having not even stopped to take off his amber pack. Machinegun fire breaks out from both sides. A kid next to Aung falls to the ground after a stray bullet clips their shoulder. He still keeps running, approaching the edge of the camp at last. Suddenly, the merchant's truck swerves by, forcing Aung to jump out of the way. He splashes face-first into a mud puddle, with the amber from his pack spilling out. We see the chunk containing our tail spill out into the camera frame, the scene transitioning as we see it and the other pieces land on a table. No longer in the Burmese mine, we see people shuffling around in the background, while hands reach in and begin picking up the various pieces. A wide shot reveals a market place, with tables stretching out of sight. Some tables are filled with fossils, ranging from individual bones to whole body impressions, including a rather complete Buck-tooth impression. Other tables have rhino horns, elephant tusks and other modern animal contraband. -Screen text: "Kunming Artifact Market, Yunnan, China" We see the enormous amber table, filled with specimens of all shapes and sizes. Voices babbling and shouting out different instructions in Mandarin can be heard in the background as the various pieces are separated. Smaller specimens, containing things like mosquitos, scorpions and plants are taken away to be made into jewelry. Meanwhile, larger specimens are loaded onto a cart. In addition to our tail chunk, we see pieces containing whole frogs, lizards, and even the head and torso of a Sinoceratops hatchling. A pair of merchants begin inspecting them, looking through his reference catalog as he puts stickers with a letter and number on each specimen and writes down what each piece contains. He pauses to wipe bloody fingerprints off one specimen, no doubt left by one of the child laborers. As the merchants wrap up their duties, the cart is wheeled off through the market, eventually passing through a pair of double doors. No longer surrounded by the bazaar-like hustle and bustle, we are now in a much quieter and organized room. A podium off to one side at the front, and several rows of chairs stretching to the back, all already full of anxious buyers. The amber is unloaded onto a long table next to the podium as the auctioneer walks in, a nerdy twerpish man, with glasses and slicked back hair. Auctioneer: "Welcome, welcome. I see a lot of familiar faces here this evening, so you should all know the payment rules. Let's not waste any time and get straight to business."
As he talks, we see several members of the audience: an obviously wealthy Chinese private collector, with a pair of lovely ladies on each arm; a pair of representative of a Japanese art museum, one listening intently, the other distracted playing an anime game on his phone; a mysterious American clad in a business suit and fedora, sitting at the back alone; and another American, this one a man in his forties, with a long beard, glasses and cowboy hat. Auctioneer: "All of these specimens come from our Burmese suppliers. For our first lot, we have an exquisitely preserved magnolia blossom from the Early Cretaceous." An aide holds up the specimen, and we can see each individual petal perfectly suspended in the formation. Auctioneer: "Bidding starts at 1,000 American dollars."
Immediately one of the Japanese museum bidders shoots his hand up. Auctioneer: "That's $1,000. Do I hear $1,500?" Our bearded American raises his hand. Auctioneer: "$1,500, that's $1,500. Can we get $2,000?"
The Japanese and American go back and forth, before the Japanese bidder comes out on top for $3,500.
Auctioneer: "Thank you, gentlemen. Now, onto our next specimen, a Cretaceous frog, entirely and perfectly preserved. Starting bid is $2,000." We montage over several more bids, mostly plants and small reptiles and amphibians. Our bearded American only collects a small fern frond preserved in amber, while our Chinese and Japanese bidders, along with several others, clean house, claiming the other specimens. Our fedora-wearing man has nothing, and stays seated in the back of the room. Auctioneer: "Onto our next offering, the first of several phenomenally preserved dinosaur remains: the head and torso of a Sinoceratops hatchling." We see our bearded American sit upright and alert, now intently interested. Auctioneer: "The starting bid is-" A new hand shoots up before he can get the words out.
Offscreen female voice: "$250,000." Heads turn to the voice. Several frustrated groans come from the crowd. Our American man can be seen mouthing "Are you fucking serious?" under his breath. Our auctioneer however, grins. He knows a good payday is coming. We see the source of the voice: Dr. Kajal Dua, here a mid-level InGen geneticist. A woman in her mid-30s, despite being of Indian descent, her time at Berkeley and the Massachusetts Institute of Technology has given her a more posh, English accent. Sitting next to her is a young man in his early twenties, Nathan Carter, a new accountant for Masrani Global. He's distinguished by his blond hair and a youthful, freckled face. Under his chair are three suitcases with the Masrani logo stenciled on them, obviously packed with cash. And even still, sitting next to him is an assistant, with another three suitcases in their lap. Auctioneer: "That's $250,000 from the lovely Dr. Dua. Will there be $251,000?" Our Chinese private collector, seemingly indignant with the Masrani/InGen reps, casts a withering glare at them before forcefully raising his hand.
Collector: "$300,000!" Auctioneer, grinning: "That's $300,000 for the baby Sinoceratops. Do I hear $350,000?"
Dr. Dua briefly consults with Nathan in whispers before raising her hand again. Dua: "I bid $500,000."
We see our bearded American's mouth drop. The collector angrily stomps the ground before looking away. He's been outbid. Auctioneer: "$500,000, going once… going twice… SOLD!" Dr. Dua and Nathan both grin smugly, while the rest of the room groans. With the combined funding of Masrani, InGen and the profits of Jurassic World funding them, they may as well have more money than God when compared to the others, and they both know it.
Auctioneer: "Now for our next specimen this evening: a tail fragment from a Psittacosaurus, with tail feathers still intact. Do I hear $10,000 to start?" Our bearded bidder raises his hand cautiously. Auctioneer: "That's $10,000. Do I hear $11,000?" Dua: "$150,000." Again our bearded man swears under his breath. He can't keep up. Auctioneer: "Once… twice… SOLD!" More groans from the crowd.
Auctioneer: "Yet another specimen for the lovely doctor. And now onto our next specimen, and this one is rather special: a piece of dinosaur hide, with feathers still intact, preserved in a rare blue-tinged amber. This type of amber is incredibly rare, and only known from a few locations around the world…"
An assistant shines a special light against the amber, amplifying the hints of blue around the edges and turning the entire piece blue. However, the crowd isn't impressed, and we see some members of the crowd, like our bearded man and Japanese artists getting up to leave. It seems like an unquestioned certainty that InGen/Masrani will take the lion's share from here on out.