11. THE INVITATION
Based from the movie Jurassic Park 3 written by Peter Buchman, Alexander
Payne, and Jim Taylor
Tuesday, July 12, 1999 Snakewater, Montana
Billy Brennan walked into the Hell Creek Bar and Grill with Alan Grant while a Randy Newman song, 'Big Hat, No Cattle' played in the background. Billy could smell the beer on the breaths of the drunken idiots in the bar. He thought to himself, "I hate this place. I don't understand why we had to meet here." However he was happy to be there with Dr. Grant.
They came to a table, which was seating Paul and Amanda Kirby. The couple stood up to greet the two dinosaur experts. They exchanged handshakes, and sat down.
"Hello, Dr. Grant," Amanda said. "Very nice to finally meet you." Amanda was thirty-five years old and was wearing a white dress shirt and black dress pants.
"How do you do, Mrs. Kirby," Grant asked." It's good to meet you as well."
"Amanda, this is Billy Brennan," Paul said.
"Hey Mrs. Kirby, how do you do," Billy asked.
"Thank you, very good," Amanda replied smiling.
"Well.honey. Let's start." Paul said." I just want to say, Dr. Grant, that we are highly fond of your work and such. History is Amanda's profession and mine. Well, side profession."
"What do you do, exactly, Mr. Kirby," Grant said wondering if these two were for real, or if they were just like John Hammond or some other stupid philanthropists that wanted him to go to one of the dinosaur islands.
"You can call me Paul. Basically Kirby Enterprises handles import and export regarding Proctor and Gamble stocks. Amanda makes sure it all happens. She, makes sure it works in a way," Paul said.
"That's odd. my cousin works at Proctor and Gamble. he's never mentioned Kirby Enterprises," Grant said.
"That's because we are an unknown branch," Amanda said. "Although we are crucial to their cargo, we aren't very. popular, and until recently we've resided in Enid, Oklahoma. We are going to be moving to San Francisco soon. However, we are very well organized. We are also looking for more workers."
"Don't tell me this whole meeting was to get me to work for you," Grant said.
"No, no, no, no, no," Paul and Amanda said at the same time getting very nervous.
"Of course not." Paul said. "However, we have a very interesting proposition for you and Billy, if he'd like."
"As we said a moment ago, Paul and I, well, when we can, we like to attempt adventure," Amanda said.
"Right. You name it, we've been, umm, we've scouted the Nile, Himalayas, K-2," Paul said. The both of them seemed extremely nervous for a couple of rich people.
"We even have two reserved seats for the first civilian travel to the moon in a few years," Amanda said.
"And so now, we are doing what no one else in the world can," Paul said. "Dr. Grant, we have chartered an airplane..." Paul and Amanda exchanged glances in the middle of Paul's lines. ". To fly us over Isla Sorna, and on that trip, we'd like you to be our guide."
Grant sighed and began thinking to himself. "What is with people wanting me to go to that damn island? First it was those students at my lecture earlier today. Then, it was Bob Morris, and now it's these goofs. Who's next? Will Ellie come out here and ask me to go there with her? Maybe Ian will get his crazy ass out here and want me to go with him. This is ridiculous!" "I already know what you want, and it's a kind offer, but there's no way," Grant replied." I mean further persuasion is useless."
"Dr. Grant. You have no idea how much it would mean if you came with us," Amanda said. "Show us some of the creatures. We will not even land. We've hired skilled military pilots."
"Yes. We make a few flyovers, examining the different herds of species and we leave," Paul said. "Dr. Grant, on our behalf, please come with us."
"Like I said before, no."
"Dr. Grant, see this," Paul said. He went through his pockets and got out his checkbook. "I can write a whole bunch of numbers on this."
After a moment of silence, Billy got excited and broke into the conversation. "Alan, what would it hurt? Who knows, maybe we will discover something, and the Kirby's here have went out of their way to persuade you. We could use the money too. You know how much we need it for the digs."
"Billy, I-" Grant was interrupted.
"Please," Paul asked desperately.
"Mr. Kirby, there are a lot more trained paleontologists other than me," Grant said. "Think of Richard Levine or perhaps Jack Horner. They're more trained in this particular area then I could ever be. Dr. Levine has even been on the island!"
"Nope," Amanda said.
"Absolutely not," Paul said." Nope, you're, you're the best."
"How do you plan on flying over it anyway," Grant asked. "Costa Rica has limited airspace. Hell you can't even fly over Sorna."
"That's the thing," Amanda said.
"Through our trading, export and import, we talked the Costa Rican airspace department into letting us have special privileges to fly as low as we can," Paul said. "We have been very generous to Costa Rica over the past few years."
"How low exactly," Grant said.
"Like we said, as low as we want," Amanda said. "But after all that stuff that Dr. Ian Malcolm said happened when he was there, we don't want to get lower than a hundred feet to the surface."
"If you went through what I did on Nublar you'd want to check out Sorna from satellite shots," Grant said.
"We will stay high," Paul said. "Over two hundred and fifty feet. Guaranteed."
"There is not really any further need to waste your time, Doctor," Amanda said. "But just take into consideration that you will be long remembered for this. Paul and I have been just itching to ask you both, but we didn't know how to approach ya'll for a while."
"And like I said earlier, I can write all kinds of numbers on this check, Dr. Grant," Paul said." What will it take?"
Grant looked at Paul in the face and smiled.
Payne, and Jim Taylor
Tuesday, July 12, 1999 Snakewater, Montana
Billy Brennan walked into the Hell Creek Bar and Grill with Alan Grant while a Randy Newman song, 'Big Hat, No Cattle' played in the background. Billy could smell the beer on the breaths of the drunken idiots in the bar. He thought to himself, "I hate this place. I don't understand why we had to meet here." However he was happy to be there with Dr. Grant.
They came to a table, which was seating Paul and Amanda Kirby. The couple stood up to greet the two dinosaur experts. They exchanged handshakes, and sat down.
"Hello, Dr. Grant," Amanda said. "Very nice to finally meet you." Amanda was thirty-five years old and was wearing a white dress shirt and black dress pants.
"How do you do, Mrs. Kirby," Grant asked." It's good to meet you as well."
"Amanda, this is Billy Brennan," Paul said.
"Hey Mrs. Kirby, how do you do," Billy asked.
"Thank you, very good," Amanda replied smiling.
"Well.honey. Let's start." Paul said." I just want to say, Dr. Grant, that we are highly fond of your work and such. History is Amanda's profession and mine. Well, side profession."
"What do you do, exactly, Mr. Kirby," Grant said wondering if these two were for real, or if they were just like John Hammond or some other stupid philanthropists that wanted him to go to one of the dinosaur islands.
"You can call me Paul. Basically Kirby Enterprises handles import and export regarding Proctor and Gamble stocks. Amanda makes sure it all happens. She, makes sure it works in a way," Paul said.
"That's odd. my cousin works at Proctor and Gamble. he's never mentioned Kirby Enterprises," Grant said.
"That's because we are an unknown branch," Amanda said. "Although we are crucial to their cargo, we aren't very. popular, and until recently we've resided in Enid, Oklahoma. We are going to be moving to San Francisco soon. However, we are very well organized. We are also looking for more workers."
"Don't tell me this whole meeting was to get me to work for you," Grant said.
"No, no, no, no, no," Paul and Amanda said at the same time getting very nervous.
"Of course not." Paul said. "However, we have a very interesting proposition for you and Billy, if he'd like."
"As we said a moment ago, Paul and I, well, when we can, we like to attempt adventure," Amanda said.
"Right. You name it, we've been, umm, we've scouted the Nile, Himalayas, K-2," Paul said. The both of them seemed extremely nervous for a couple of rich people.
"We even have two reserved seats for the first civilian travel to the moon in a few years," Amanda said.
"And so now, we are doing what no one else in the world can," Paul said. "Dr. Grant, we have chartered an airplane..." Paul and Amanda exchanged glances in the middle of Paul's lines. ". To fly us over Isla Sorna, and on that trip, we'd like you to be our guide."
Grant sighed and began thinking to himself. "What is with people wanting me to go to that damn island? First it was those students at my lecture earlier today. Then, it was Bob Morris, and now it's these goofs. Who's next? Will Ellie come out here and ask me to go there with her? Maybe Ian will get his crazy ass out here and want me to go with him. This is ridiculous!" "I already know what you want, and it's a kind offer, but there's no way," Grant replied." I mean further persuasion is useless."
"Dr. Grant. You have no idea how much it would mean if you came with us," Amanda said. "Show us some of the creatures. We will not even land. We've hired skilled military pilots."
"Yes. We make a few flyovers, examining the different herds of species and we leave," Paul said. "Dr. Grant, on our behalf, please come with us."
"Like I said before, no."
"Dr. Grant, see this," Paul said. He went through his pockets and got out his checkbook. "I can write a whole bunch of numbers on this."
After a moment of silence, Billy got excited and broke into the conversation. "Alan, what would it hurt? Who knows, maybe we will discover something, and the Kirby's here have went out of their way to persuade you. We could use the money too. You know how much we need it for the digs."
"Billy, I-" Grant was interrupted.
"Please," Paul asked desperately.
"Mr. Kirby, there are a lot more trained paleontologists other than me," Grant said. "Think of Richard Levine or perhaps Jack Horner. They're more trained in this particular area then I could ever be. Dr. Levine has even been on the island!"
"Nope," Amanda said.
"Absolutely not," Paul said." Nope, you're, you're the best."
"How do you plan on flying over it anyway," Grant asked. "Costa Rica has limited airspace. Hell you can't even fly over Sorna."
"That's the thing," Amanda said.
"Through our trading, export and import, we talked the Costa Rican airspace department into letting us have special privileges to fly as low as we can," Paul said. "We have been very generous to Costa Rica over the past few years."
"How low exactly," Grant said.
"Like we said, as low as we want," Amanda said. "But after all that stuff that Dr. Ian Malcolm said happened when he was there, we don't want to get lower than a hundred feet to the surface."
"If you went through what I did on Nublar you'd want to check out Sorna from satellite shots," Grant said.
"We will stay high," Paul said. "Over two hundred and fifty feet. Guaranteed."
"There is not really any further need to waste your time, Doctor," Amanda said. "But just take into consideration that you will be long remembered for this. Paul and I have been just itching to ask you both, but we didn't know how to approach ya'll for a while."
"And like I said earlier, I can write all kinds of numbers on this check, Dr. Grant," Paul said." What will it take?"
Grant looked at Paul in the face and smiled.