- - CHAPTER 2: The Dinosaur Guy - -
NEW YORK SUBWAY NIGHT
A subway THUNDERS into a station underneath Manhattan. The doors WHOOSH open, spit out some commuters and suck up a few more. A tall man hurries down the platform, limping heavily, moving as fast as he can. The subway doors begin to close, but just before they meet - -
- - the man slips in between them. The man is Dr. Ian Malcolm, mid-forties, still dressed in black from head to toe. There's a hard wisdom in Dr. Malcolm's eyes that may not have been there a few years ago. He knows that you think, and he doesn't care.
SUBWAY CAR NIGHT
Dr. Malcolm finds a seat on the crowded subway car and sits down. He looks awful. Tired. Weathered. He unfolds his newspaper and begins to read as the train starts moving.
He notices a curious man across from him, staring at him. Dr. Malcolm tries to keep reading. The curious man still stares. Nervy, the curious man gets up and approaches.
Shit. Dr. Malcolm said under his breath.
The curious man sits down next to Dr. Malcolm, grinning.
He SNAPS his fingers several times.
You're him, right?
Excuse me?
The guy. The scientist. I saw you on TV.
He gets real conspiratorial.
I believed you.
No response from Dr. Malcolm. The guy leans in even closer.
Roooooarrr! He said, making a "chomping" hand motion with his arms.
Dr. Malcolm gets up and moves to another seat on the car, away from the curious man. As he sits down, he notices two other commuters across from him are staring at him, that special look reserved for those involved in some kind of scandal.
Dr. Malcolm looks at them. They look away. He pulls the collar of his coat up tight around him.