A few days later, Ian malcolm arrived at John Hammond's estate. He knocked on the door.
He saw a butler come up and open the door.
"Whom shall I tell Mr. Hammond is calling?" The butler asked.
"Uh, Ian Malcolm." Malcolm replied. "I've been summoned."
The butler motioned for Malcolm to come into the mansion. As he stepped into the extravagant mansion, Malcolm could hear piano music playing softly, and the strike of a grandfather clock.
Malcolm heard a door close, and saw a boy and a girl step out of a room. They looked at him.
"Dr. Malcolm!" The boy said, as the two ran down the stairs to greet him.
They were Tim and Lex Murphy, the grandchildren of John Hammond. They had also been survivors of the Isla Nublar Incident.
"God, oh my God!" Malcolm said. He couldn't believe how much the grew in the past four years.
"Hello, Dr. Malcolm!" Lex said.
"Kids! Kids!" Malcolm said, embracing them in a hug.
"It's so great to see you!" Tim said.
"It's so great to see you! It's so great-" Malcolm said. "Look at you."
"You came to see grandpa?" Tim asked.
"Yeah, yeah. H-H-he called me." Malcolm stuttered. Malcolm was well known for having a distinct stutter. "Do you know what it's about? I don't either. This joint's kinda creepy, isn't it?"
The kids had not said anything for the past several moments.
"is everything okay?" Malcolm asked.
"Well, not exactly." Lex said.
Malcolm turned as a group of people in suits and briefcases, some with boxes, came down the stairs.
A balding man was among them, he wore small wire glasses.
"Well, Dr. Malcolm." The man said in a distinct British accent. "Dr. Malcolm. Here to share a few campfire stories with my uncle?"
The man was Peter Ludlow. Malcolm a dislike for him, as apparently did Lex and Tim.
Ludlow walked to a table as another man pulled out several legal documents for Ludlow to sign.
"You can convince The Washington Post and Times-Herald and the The New York Evening Enquirer of whatever you want, but I was there; I know what happened, and so do you." Malcolm said sternly.
"Do you actually believe everyone that chose discretion...did so for nefarious motives?" Ludlow said nonchalantly.
"The date, please. Signature." The other man pointed at a document.
"Even Lex and Tim?" Ludlow added.
"Leave them out of it. It's not a game." Malcolm said, his voice slightly raised.
"No, it isn't." Ludlow said. "You signed a nondisclosure agreement before you went to the island...that expressly forbade you from discussing anything you saw."
"The date, and your signature." The man said, pointing at another legal document.
"You violated that agreement." Ludlow said.
"Yeah, I did, and you lied." Malcolm said. "You twisted the facts surrounding the deaths of three people, and you stuffed misinformation down the public's throats, which made me look like a nut, hasn't been so good for my livelihood-"
"We made a generous compensatory offer for your injuries." Ludlow said.
"That was a payoff and an insult." Malcolm said angrily. "And when you spin reality, cover up evidence, it hurts. It ruins more than just my reputation. It hurts-"
"As I recall-" Ludlow interrupted. "As I recall, your university..."
"Here, date, and your initials." The man pointed at yet another legal document.
"...revoked your tenure for your selling wild stories to-" Ludlow continued.
"I didn't sell anything, never took a cent, and I told the truth." Malcolm said.
"Your version of it." Ludlow muttered.
"There aren't any versions of the truth." Malcolm said. "And I'll tell you something. InGen can't keep spewing out-"
"InGen is my responsibility now, Dr., and I will jealously defend its interests." Ludlow said.
"Your responsibility? What about Mr. Hammond?" Malcolm asked.
"It is our board of directors which I must look in the eye, not my uncle." Ludlow said. "Really, you must trust me. These problems of yours have got to be rendered moot. In a few weeks time, they'll be long forgotten."
Ludlow patted Malcolm's arm. Malcolm subsequently grabbed Ludlow's suit jacket.
"Not by me." Malcolm said quietly.
"Careful." Ludlow said. "This suit cost more than your education."
Malcolm let go, and Ludlow walked away.