964 0 0 0 15 20c0 2. 984 0 0 0 19 8c2. This is the original film script of Jurassic Park. Screenplay by David Koepp based upon the novel by Michael Crichton and on adaption schematic drawing animals for kids Michael Crichton and Malia Scotch Marmo.
An eyeball, big, yellowish, distinctly inhuman, stares raptly between wooden slats, part of a large crate. The eye darts from side to side, alert as hell. A ROAR rises up from the jungle, deafening. The trees shake as something very, very large plows ahead through them, right at us. Every head gathered in this little clearing snaps, turning in the direction of the sound as it bursts through the trees. It drops its scoop and pushes forward into the back end of the crate, shoving it across the jungle floor towards an impressive fenced structure that towers over an enclosed section of thick jungle.
There’s a guard tower at one end of this holding open that makes it look like San Quentin. The bulldozer pushes forward into the back end, the crate THUDS TO THE FLOOR. A door slides open in the pen, making a space as big as the end of the crate. The movement as agitated whatever is inside the crate, and the whole thing shivers as GROWLS and SNAPS come from inside.
Get back in there now, push. Get back in there, Don’t let her know you’re afraid! The men go back to the crate and begin to push it into the slot. The crate THUDS UP AGAINST THE OPENING. A green light on the side of the pen lights up, showing contact has been made. The view is herky-jerky as the crate put into position. Well locked Loading team, step away.
A WORKER climbs to the top of the crate. The search lights are trained on the door. The RIFFLEMEN throw the bolts on their rifles and CRACK their stun guns, sending arcs of current CRACKING through the air. A ROAR from the inside the crate, and the panel flies out of his hands and SMACKS into him, knocking him clear off the crate. SLASHES out from inside the crate.
It sinks into the ankle of the WORKER. The WORKER SCREAMS and paws the dirt, leaving long claw marks as he is rapidly dragged toward the crate. Tasers get in there, Goddamn it! They FIRE their guns – the wood of the crate SPLINTERS.
Muldoon runs in and grabs the WORKER, trying to pull him free. DONALD GENNARO, forty, in a city man’s idea of hiking clothes and a hundred dollar haircut, approaches on a raft being pulled across a river by TWO MEN. On the hillside, JUAN ROSTAGNO, thirty-ish, Costa Rican, a smart-looking guy in workers clothes, is waiting for him. Apuesto mil pesos que se cae.
Gennaro finally lands, and Rostagno helps him off the raft. Rostagno leads Gennaro towards the mine. Dozens of WORKERS claw and SCRAPE . The work is all done by hand, pick and shovel instead of dynamite and bulldozer. What’s this I hear at the airport, Hammond’s not even here?
20 million lawsuit from the family of that injured worker and Hammond couldn’t even be bothered to see me? He had to leave early to be with his daughter. We’d be well advised to deal with this situation now. Gennaro almost falls, Rostagno helps him. I had to promise I would conduct a thorough on-site inspection. Juanito, if they pull the funding, that will really slow things down.