FIFTH ITERATION
"Mistakes can occur when people are rushed in a chaotic environment, which
will cause possible disaster."
IAN MALCOLM
20. PROBLEM CHILD Based from early scripting for the movie The Lost World: Jurassic Park by
Michael Crichton
Wednesday, July 13, 1999 Isla Sorna, Valley
Jeff Rossiter approached a small clearing where Roland Tembo was bent over a small stake in the ground, chaining something to it. Rossiter was staggering and holding a bottle of what looked like whiskey. As Rossiter approached and walked around him, he saw what protested.
Roland looked up. "Offering a little incentive?"
Rossiter laughed and shook his head. He took a drink and offered Roland one. He accepted guzzling down on the liquor. "So Where'd Ajay go to?"
Roland finished his drink of the liquor and handed it back to Rossiter. "He went back to camp real quick. I'm surprised that you didn't see him in there. Maybe he got distracted."
Rossiter noticed Roland's gun leaning against a tree. "What kind of gun is that?"
"My father's .600 Nitro Express," Roland smiled proudly. "Made in 1904. Karimojo Bell gave it to me after he took down his last elephant. 8700 foot pound striking force."
"How close do you have to be," Rossiter asked.
"Forty yards," Roland replied. "Less, maybe. I assume it'll take a slug in the brain case to bring him down."
"Why not just use a scope and a poison dart and snipe him from a hill," Rossiter said.
Roland just looked at him. "Or a laser beam from a satellite?" Roland laughed. "The Tyrannosaurus Rex is the greatest predator that ever lived, and the second greatest predator is going to take him down, and I'll use this gun if he doesn't surrender."
Rossiter laughed. "This creature has been on the planet for the first time in 10's of thousands of years and the only way you can express yourself is to kill it?"
"You remember that chap several years ago," Roland began, "can't remember his name. He climbed Mt. Everest without any oxygen, and he came down nearly dead. The press said, 'Why did you go up there to die?'. He said, 'I didn't. I went up there to live'. That's how you can explain all of my feelings on this hunt. I'm will not rest until I've gotten my prize."
Rossiter leaned down, close to the baby Rex, and examined it while it thrashed on its chain. Its small sized mouth had been bound shut with a leather strap. "You really think this'll draw the parent?"
"I once saw a bull elephant die charging a jeep," Roland said. "All the jeep had done was startle the bull's calves. I saw a lioness carry wounded prey four and a half miles, all the way back to its den, just to teach its cubs how to finish off a kill.
"Killing lessons," Rossiter asked. "Heartwarming."
"Rex won't be any different," Roland said. "It'll come, even if it's to an age were it should be able to protect itself. Rex is a very good parent on up to adulthood."
"You're kidding yourself," Rossiter said. "An adult T-Rex cares about one thing, filling its own belly. It acts the way people wish they could, that's why everyone's fascinated by it. If people had the chance to see one dinosaur and one only, ninety-nine percent would-" He stopped and smiled as an idea came to him. "Wait. Why not? Sedatives. Growth inhibitors...
"What," Roland asked, confused.
"I hadn't planned on bringing carnivores back because of the liability risk, but I only thought of adults, it never occurred to me..." Rossiter smiled. "You are a billion dollar idea, my little f-"
The Tyrannosaur, even with its jaws clamped shut, lunged at Rossiter's face, head-butting him right across the bridge of the nose. Rossiter staggered back, in pain, clutching his bleeding face. Roland laughed. Rossiter, like an enraged child, snatched up Roland's gun and brought the butt down viciously on the Rex's leg. The bone broke with a dry snap and the animal howled in pain. Roland lunged and threw Rossiter to the ground, but the damage was done.
"What the hell did you do that for," Roland said furious.
As his pain eased, Rossiter felt a bit foolish wondering why he'd done what he'd just done. "Had to. To keep him still for the trip."
"You've broken its leg," Roland yelled.
"We've got to transport it seven thousand miles," Rossiter said. "Would you prefer it bit off the leg of a crew member?"
Rossiter got up, brushing himself off, and went back to the camp, trying to salvage his dignity.
Roland watched Rossiter go as Ajay came back toward him. Roland sighed. "Why did I came on this trip," he thought. He could've been sitting in his lounge looking at all of his trophies and drinking a margarita while he read a recent book. Instead he'd gone along with an idea from his best friend, Ajay. The thing was though that he hadn't regretted this trip until just then, cause Rossiter might have just caused the chances of an adult Rex from coming to save it's kid to go severely down. Roland sighed as the sun started to come up on the new day. He wondered what Rossiter would do to ruin this trip next.
"Mistakes can occur when people are rushed in a chaotic environment, which
will cause possible disaster."
IAN MALCOLM
20. PROBLEM CHILD Based from early scripting for the movie The Lost World: Jurassic Park by
Michael Crichton
Wednesday, July 13, 1999 Isla Sorna, Valley
Jeff Rossiter approached a small clearing where Roland Tembo was bent over a small stake in the ground, chaining something to it. Rossiter was staggering and holding a bottle of what looked like whiskey. As Rossiter approached and walked around him, he saw what protested.
Roland looked up. "Offering a little incentive?"
Rossiter laughed and shook his head. He took a drink and offered Roland one. He accepted guzzling down on the liquor. "So Where'd Ajay go to?"
Roland finished his drink of the liquor and handed it back to Rossiter. "He went back to camp real quick. I'm surprised that you didn't see him in there. Maybe he got distracted."
Rossiter noticed Roland's gun leaning against a tree. "What kind of gun is that?"
"My father's .600 Nitro Express," Roland smiled proudly. "Made in 1904. Karimojo Bell gave it to me after he took down his last elephant. 8700 foot pound striking force."
"How close do you have to be," Rossiter asked.
"Forty yards," Roland replied. "Less, maybe. I assume it'll take a slug in the brain case to bring him down."
"Why not just use a scope and a poison dart and snipe him from a hill," Rossiter said.
Roland just looked at him. "Or a laser beam from a satellite?" Roland laughed. "The Tyrannosaurus Rex is the greatest predator that ever lived, and the second greatest predator is going to take him down, and I'll use this gun if he doesn't surrender."
Rossiter laughed. "This creature has been on the planet for the first time in 10's of thousands of years and the only way you can express yourself is to kill it?"
"You remember that chap several years ago," Roland began, "can't remember his name. He climbed Mt. Everest without any oxygen, and he came down nearly dead. The press said, 'Why did you go up there to die?'. He said, 'I didn't. I went up there to live'. That's how you can explain all of my feelings on this hunt. I'm will not rest until I've gotten my prize."
Rossiter leaned down, close to the baby Rex, and examined it while it thrashed on its chain. Its small sized mouth had been bound shut with a leather strap. "You really think this'll draw the parent?"
"I once saw a bull elephant die charging a jeep," Roland said. "All the jeep had done was startle the bull's calves. I saw a lioness carry wounded prey four and a half miles, all the way back to its den, just to teach its cubs how to finish off a kill.
"Killing lessons," Rossiter asked. "Heartwarming."
"Rex won't be any different," Roland said. "It'll come, even if it's to an age were it should be able to protect itself. Rex is a very good parent on up to adulthood."
"You're kidding yourself," Rossiter said. "An adult T-Rex cares about one thing, filling its own belly. It acts the way people wish they could, that's why everyone's fascinated by it. If people had the chance to see one dinosaur and one only, ninety-nine percent would-" He stopped and smiled as an idea came to him. "Wait. Why not? Sedatives. Growth inhibitors...
"What," Roland asked, confused.
"I hadn't planned on bringing carnivores back because of the liability risk, but I only thought of adults, it never occurred to me..." Rossiter smiled. "You are a billion dollar idea, my little f-"
The Tyrannosaur, even with its jaws clamped shut, lunged at Rossiter's face, head-butting him right across the bridge of the nose. Rossiter staggered back, in pain, clutching his bleeding face. Roland laughed. Rossiter, like an enraged child, snatched up Roland's gun and brought the butt down viciously on the Rex's leg. The bone broke with a dry snap and the animal howled in pain. Roland lunged and threw Rossiter to the ground, but the damage was done.
"What the hell did you do that for," Roland said furious.
As his pain eased, Rossiter felt a bit foolish wondering why he'd done what he'd just done. "Had to. To keep him still for the trip."
"You've broken its leg," Roland yelled.
"We've got to transport it seven thousand miles," Rossiter said. "Would you prefer it bit off the leg of a crew member?"
Rossiter got up, brushing himself off, and went back to the camp, trying to salvage his dignity.
Roland watched Rossiter go as Ajay came back toward him. Roland sighed. "Why did I came on this trip," he thought. He could've been sitting in his lounge looking at all of his trophies and drinking a margarita while he read a recent book. Instead he'd gone along with an idea from his best friend, Ajay. The thing was though that he hadn't regretted this trip until just then, cause Rossiter might have just caused the chances of an adult Rex from coming to save it's kid to go severely down. Roland sighed as the sun started to come up on the new day. He wondered what Rossiter would do to ruin this trip next.