Sarah and Nick returned to base camp. As the two exited their Chevy Suburban, Nick said, "I'll get him."
As he removed the infant, Nick tried calming the Tyrannosaur down. "I gotcha. It's okay. I gotcha. I gotcha. I gotcha."
"Hurry up, Nick." Sarah said.
"I got him. Let's go. Go, go, go. Come on." Nick said. "Watch his tail. Get the door."
Sarah went to open the door to let Nick carry in the Tyrannosaur.
"Enrique, yo necesito ayuda. Me tienes que venir a decir-" The woman said to Malcolm.
"Boy, is she mad at you." Kelly said.
"I feel sorry for that guy, Enrique." Malcolm said.
Sarah came inside the housecar. "Hi. Ian, no lectures, please. Kelly, honey, stay back. Stay back."
Nick came inside with the wailing Tyrannosaur.
"Don't stand up, okay. Watch his head." Sarah said.
"I got him." Nick replied.
"Careful. No, no." Sarah said.
"No, no, honey." Malcolm said.
"Watch his head." Sarah directed Nick.
"Ian, he's hurt." Nick explained.
"No, no, honey. No." Malcolm protested.
"Nick, I'm going to get the table." Sarah said.
"Watch his tail." Nick warned as Sarah moved a table sideways. "He's swinging it all over the place."
"You all right?" Sarah asked, helping Nick lay the Tyrannosaur down on the table.
"Yeah. I got him. Got him?" Nick asked.
"Yeah." Sarah said.
The two laid the infant Tyrannosaur, still wailing, on the table.
"Okay..." Nick said, getting an earful of the ear-piercing cries.
"There you go." Sarah said.
"What do I have to do, hit her with a stick?" Malcolm asked.
"No, don't get too close, honey." Malcolm said to Kelly. "Whew!"
"Don't stand too close." Sarah warned. She put on a pair of rubber gloves.
"¿Enrique? ¿Donde estas, Enrique?" The woman on the radio said.
Malcolm went over to the radio and said, "No, no. Lady, enough. Wrong frequency. My God." He switched to a fuzzy frequency.
Kelly stared at the Tyrannosaur. She was beginning to worry.
Nick took off his belt, and attempted to use it as a makeshift muzzle. The infant Tyrannosaur snapped at him.
"Nick, don't let him get those things around you." Sarah warned.
Malcolm continued trying to contact the Mar del Plata. "Hello. This is Ian Malcolm. Lo mas importante."
"Let's take a look at this," Sarah said as she moved a small x-ray over the Tyrannosaur's leg.
"Easy, easy." Nick said as he tried to buckle his belt around the Tyrannosaur's snout.
"Please, please come now." Malcolm said.
"Okay. Okay, here are the metatarsals." Sarah said, examining the X-ray image. "And..." she tried to adjust the machine to find the injury.
Nick finally got the belt buckled. "That's it. That's it." he said.
"And there is the tibia, fibula." Sarah said. "Ah, there it is. There's the fracture, right above the epiphysis."
"How bad is it?" Nick asked.
"Well, if we don't set it, this baby's gonna die." Sarah explained. "The fibula won't heal straight; it won't be able to pivot on its ankle bone. He won't be able to run or even walk. A predator'll pick him off before he's a couple weeks old."
"No, uh, uh, Carlos. Come in. Goddammit, you bastard. Listen-" Malcolm said.
"Other animals are going to hear this." Kelly muttered to herself.
"Come in, please. Can you hear me?" Malcolm asked.
"Dad, I gotta get outta here, please. I wanna get outta here." Kelly said hurriedly. "i wanna go somewhere safe."
"I'm calling the boat, honey." Malcolm said.
"No. I wanna go someplace else. I don't want to be here. I wanna be, I wanna be somewhere safe." Kelly continued, worriedly.
"Isn't it safe here, honey?" Malcolm asked.
"No, I wanna be somewhere high." Kelly explained.
Malcolm immediately rushed Kelly out of the housecar and towards the High Hide.