Later, the group trekked through the forest, heading back to base camp.
"Wow. Wow." Eddie said, still in awe at the events that transpired.
"These photographs are going to be incredible, legendary." Nick said. "Guys shoot their whole lives, they never get stuff half this good."
"Wow." Eddie said again, not paying attention.
"You could give me the Pulitzer right now, today, please." Nick said.
"Wow." Eddie mumbled, yet again.
"Competition's over, close the entries." Eddie said, pulling out a cigarette. "I'd like to thank everybody that lost."
"Hey, don't light that." Sarah warned. "Dinosaurs can pick up scents from miles away. We're here to observe and document, not interact."
"Uh, which, by the way, is a scientific impossibility." Macolm said. "The Heisenberg uncertainty principle. Whatever you study, you also change."
"Well, you know, I'll risk it." Sarah said. "I'm sick of scratching around in rock and bone...and making assumptions and deductions...about the nurturing habits of animals that have been dead for sixty-five million years. I'm sick of it, man. Then you show up and fill my head with stories for four years. Of course I'm gonna come down here. What do you expect?"
"Uh, stories of mutilation and death. Weren't you pay attention." Malcolm said.
"Oh, please!" Sarah said, exasperated. "Don't treat me like I'm a grad student. I've worked around predators since I was twenty years old: Lions, jackals, hyenas, you."
Malcolm chuckled.
Nick suddenly caught wind of a strong scent. He quickened pace. Pushing Eddie out of the way, Nick muttered, "Shit!"
"Hey, where's the fire?" Eddie said, sarcastically.
"I'm trying to change one hundred years of entrenched dogma." Sarah explained to Malcolm. "Dinosaurs are characterized as vicious lizards. There's a great deal of resistance to the idea of them as nurturing parents. Robert Burke, said the T. rex was a rogue, who would abandon its young at the earliest opportunity. I know I can prove otherwise."
"Fire!" Eddie yelled back. "Dr. Malcolm, fire! Base camp!"
The group rushed to base camp. Nick pulled out a canteen and began pouring water over a small campfire.
"No!" Sarah said, stopping Nick. "Water makes smoke billow. Use dirt." Sarah and Eddie both began kicking dirt over the fire.
"Who started the fire?" Malcolm wondered, aloud.
The door to the housecar swung open, and Kelly, wearing oven mitts, came out, stirring bacon in a frying pan.
"I just wanted to make dinner." Kelly explained. "I wanted it ready when you guys got back. Yeah."
"Do you see any family resemblance here?" Nick said to Eddie.
Eddie motioned with his fingers.
Malcolm set up the mobile radio telephone, trying to call the boat.
"You practically told me to come here." Kelly said.
"I-I...what?" Malcolm asked.
"You said to me, "Don't listen to me." I thought you were trying to tell me something, or-" Kelly said.
"Kelly, Kelly." Malcolm said. "You knew exactly what I was talking about. You have no idea-"
"What, you want to lock her up for curiosity?" Sarah said. "Where do you think she gets it?"
"Thank you, Sarah." Kelly said.
"Hey, don't start the teaming up thing about this." Malcolm said. "Out of the conversation. Please. Really. Eddie!"
"You came all that way in this trailer?" Sarah asked Kelly.
"Yeah," Kelly said. They began to converse.
"Why in the hell, doesn't this thing ever work?" Malcolm said, holding the mobile radio telephone.
"You know, it's not a direct dial machine." Eddie explained. "You're, you're not in a phone booth. You've got to wait for something to pick up the radio signal."
"Signal." Malcolm muttered. He pounded the metal case.
"Violence and technology, not good bedfellows." Eddie said.
"The kind of documentation Hammond wants," Sarah said to Eddie, "puts you and your equipment in the field as close to the animals as safely as is possible."
"Ah, that's a great idea." Malcolm said, taking Kelly by the hand. "And while you're at it, why don't you smear yourself with a little sheep's blood? Eddie, uh, is there any reason to think that the radio in the trailer might work? Don't tease me, I don't want to get my hopes up."
"If you feel qualified at all," Eddie said, "you might try flicking the switch to "on"."
"Okay. Listen," Malcolm said, "I'm taking my daughter outta here. Uh, if anybody who wants to come with me, this is your last chance to get out."
No one answered.
"So," Sarah continued, "while you are out in the field, nothing we do can leave any room for people to say our finds are contaminated. Once the research community smells blood in the water, you're dead."
"Nick, if you are staying, uh, I'd be happy to deliver a letter to your wife, or loved one. Give you a chance to say goodbye. Got any personal effects on you? The least I can do. I'll be in there." Malcolm took Kelly into the housecar.
"Leave no scent of any kind." Sarah informed Eddie. "No insect repellents, no pomade, no cologne. Seal all of our food in tin cans or ceramic jars. Our presence needs to be one hundred percent antiseptic. If we so much as bend a blade of grass..."
"Dad, are you mad?" Kelly asked.
"No, I'm not mad." Malcolm said, slamming the door. "I'm furious!" Malcolm looked around, there was food and boxes all over the kitchen and on the floor.
"What is this? This looks like your room." Malcolm said.
"I was gonna to clean it up." Kelly explained.
"Right now!" Malcolm said. He turned to the radio. It was the newest in technology and looked like a plane's cockpit, and Malcolm was confused. "What is this? Eddie! Eddie! There's dozens of switches?"
Sarah came into the housecar. "Ian, don't be mad. I was gonna call you in a day or two, to let you know where I was. I always do, don't I? Come on, I'm the best kind of girlfriend there is: one who travels a lot. You like that right? You love your independence."
"Well, I've gotten used to being apart, but that doesn't mean that's how I want to, uh, live." Malcolm said.
"You, you know, Kelly, Kelly, this is, um, tall talk." Malcolm turned. "J-Just for a minute."
Kelly walked over to the kitchen area, muttering, "I'm not an infant."
As Sarah cleaned up the mess on the floor, she said, "If you wanted to rescue me from something, why didn't you bail me out of that fundraiser at the museum three weeks ago, like you said you would?"
"Uh, this is a slightly different situation." Malcolm explained.
"Or, or, why not rescue me from that dinner with your parents that you never showed up for?" Sarah asked. "Why not rescue me when I really need it? Actually be there when you say you will? You know, I have made a career out of waiting for you."
Kelly, cleaning up the kitchen area, saying, "You know, Sarah has a pretty good poi-"
"It's so important to your future that you not finish that sentence." Malcolm said brusquely. "Please give us privacy. Outside."
Kelly stood by the door, listening to the conversation briefly before she would leave.
"Ian, come on. Come on. Look." Sarah said. "I love that you rode in here on a white horse. I really do. It's very touching, very dramatic. I just need you to show up in a cab every once in a while too."
As Kelly walked out of the housecar, Malcolm yelled, "Kelly, Kelly, what are you doing? No, no, no, no. Hey, hey, hey! Don't go out there. It's not safe. Stay in here. Come back. Shut the door."
Kelly rolled her eyes and came back inside.
After a pause, Sarah said. "Okay. I know what I'm doing. Uh, you guys should definitely go, but I'm gonna stay. I love you. I just don't need you right now."
"I'll tell you what you need-" Malcolm said, "a good Barbiturate."
"I'll be back in five or six days." Sarah said.
"No, you'll be back in five or six pieces." Malcolm retorted.
"What bothers you, is that I'm not afraid of this place and you are." Sarah said.
"Of course I am. That's the whole thing."
Kelly heard a low droning noise as she picked up trash. "Hey, what's that sound?" She said.
Malcolm looked out the window of the housecar.
Off by the coast, two drab green Douglas DSTs were flying by.
Exiting the housecar with Kelly in tow, Malcolm waved his arm in the air. "Here we go. I'm gonna get you outta here on one of these right now. Hello! Over here!"
As nick photographed the aircraft, Eddie put down his binoculars, saying, "Boy, I don't get that. It says "InGen" on the, one the side of those planes! I don't get that. Why, why would Hammond send two teams?"
Malcolm headed in the direction the planes were going.
"Cut the umbilical, dad!" Kelly protested.
"Doesn't he trust us?" Sarah asked. "We haven't even started."
Malcolm looked at the large InGen logo on the side of the planes through Eddie's binoculars. He had his suspicions. He wanted to see if they were right.