Control Room: The Jurassic Park control room looks like a mission control for a space launch, with several computer terminals and dozens of video screens that display images of various dinosaurs, taken from all over the park. There's a large glass map of the island at the front of the room that is lit up like a Christmas tree with various colored lights, each one with a number and identification code next to it.
But the place is unfinished, with unattached cables, construction materials, and ladders scattered about. The mood among the half dozen technicians present is chaotic as they rush around with last-minute adjustments. Muldoon whisks in through the double doors. Hamond is right behind him. They go straight to the main console, where Ray Arnold fortyish, a chronic worrier and chain-smoker, is seated.
Muldoon warns of a tropical storm about seventy-five miles west of them. Hammond sighs and instructs Ray to start the tour program.
Arnold: Hold on to your butts.
As the group heads off, Hammond settles into the main control room where his two computer experts, Arnold and Nedry, manage the complex infrastructure of the park.
Visitor's Center: With a loud chunk, the Explorers start forward along the electrical pathway. Gennaro, Tim, and Lex are in the front vehicle; Grant, Ellie, and Malcom in the rear.
Main gates: They approach two enormous, primitive gates, torches blazing on either side.
Passing through them, Malcom looks up.
Malcom: What have they got in there, King Kong?
The Explorer's speakers provide an audio narrative for the visitors.
Jurassic Park Tour Voice: Welcome to Jurassic Park.
From the Control Room, Hammond watches the monitor. His grandchildren are enjoying themselves.
Hammond: The voice you're now hearing is Richard Kiley. We spared no expense!
In the park, the fences are retaining walls are covered with greenery and growth, to heighten the illusion of moving through a jungle. The tour voice continues.
Jurassic Park Tour Voice: To the right, you will see a herd of the first dinosaurs on our tour, called Dilophosaurus.
Tim and Lex practically slam up against the windows, to get a look. Grant and Ellie also press against the windows.
There are a lot of beautiful plants, but no sign of a herd of anything. The tour voice continues anyway. The speaker continues: one of the earliest carnivores, the Dilophosaurus is actually poisonous, spitting its venom at its prey, causing blindness and eventually paralysis, allowing the carnivore to eat at its leisure. This makes Dilophosaurus a beautiful, but deadly addition to Jurassic Park. Grant and the others sit back, disappointed. The cars move on.
In the Control Room, Ray Arnold watches his computer screen and the video monitors at the same time, keeping an eye on the cars as they move through the park. Hammond hovers over his shoulder, as Ray notes more glitches. Vehicle headlights are on and don't respond. Those shouldn't be running off the car batteries. He sighs and reaches for a clipboard hanging next to his chair and jots this down.
Arnold: We have all the problems of a major theme park and a major zoo and the computer's not even on its feet yet.
Hammond shakes his head and turns to the technician to his right, who still has his back to them, watching a Costa Rican game show on one of his monitors and drinking a Jolt cola.
Hammond: Dennis, our lives are in your hands and you have butterfingers?
The Technician turns around his chair and extends his arms in a Christ-like pose.
Nedry [laughs]: I am totally unappreciated in my time. You can run this whole park from this room with minimal staff for up to 3 days. You think that kind of automation is easy? Or cheap? You know anybody who can network 8 connection machines and debug 2 million lines of code for what I bid for this job? Because if he can I'd like to see him try.
Hammond: I'm sorry about your financial problems, Dennis, I really am, but they are your problems.
As we get a good look at him, we get the sinking feeling that we've seen him somewhere before. And we have. Dennis Nedry is the man who accepted a suitcase full of cash in San Jose.
Nedry: Oh, you're right, John, you're absolutely right. You know, everything's my problem.
Hammond: I will not get drawn into another financial debate with you, Dennis. I really will not!
Nedry: There'd be hardly any debate at all.
Hammond: I don't blame people for their mistakes. But I do ask that they pay for them.
Nedry: Thanks, Dad.
Nedry promises he will de-bug the tour program when they get back.
Muldoon, who has been hovering near the video monitors as always, turns towards them, annoyed.
Muldoon: Quiet, all of you! . . . They're approaching the Tyrannosaur Paddock.
On the Tyrannosaur Paddock, the two Explorers drive along a high ridge and stop at the edge of the large, open plain that is separated from the road by a fifteen-foot fence, clearly marked with "DANGER!" signs and ominous-looking electrical post. Tim, Lex, and Gennaro are pressed forward against the windows, eyes wide, waiting for you-know-who.
In the rear car, the voice of the radio drones on, but Grant, Ellie, and Malcom aren't even listening anymore, dying of anticipation. Ellie flips a switch to turn off the speaker and they wait in silence - - except for Malcolm, who looks at the ceiling, thinking aloud.
Malcom: God creates dinosaurs. God destroys dinosaurs. God creates man. Man destroys God. Man creates dinosaurs.
Ellie: Dinosaurs eat man. Woman inherits the earth.
They try to tempt the T-Rex: in the paddock, there is a low humming sound. Out in the middle of the field, a small cage rises up into view, lifted on hydraulics from underground. The cage bars slide down, leaving the cage's occupant standing alone in the middle of the field. It's a goat, one leg chained to a stake. It looks around, confused, and bleats plaintively.
In the front car, Lex and Tim look at the goat with widely different reactions, Lex displeased, Tim excited.
Lex: He's gonna eat the goat?
Tim: Excellent!
Gennaro: What's the matter, kid? You never had lamb chops?
Lex: I happen to be a vegetarian.
The goat waits. And waits. From the Explorers, six faces watch it expectantly. The goat tugs on its chain. It walks back and forth, nervous. It bleats. In the rear car, Grant watches, his eyes glued, his breathing becoming a little more rapid. Tim and Lex can't tear their eyes away. In the paddock, finally, the goat - - lays down.
In the rear car, everyone sits back, disappointed again, as the cars pull forward to continue the tour. Malcolm gets close to the camera and remarks . . .
Malcom: Ah, now eventually you do plan to have dinosaurs on your, on your dinosaur tour, right? Hello?
He taps the camera lens and breathes on it.
Malcom: Hello? Yes?
Watching him on a monitor in the control room, Hammond just shakes his head
Hammond: I really hate that man.
Grant looks out the window.
Grant: T-Rex doesn't want to be fed. He wants to hunt. Can't just suppress 65 million years of gut instinct.
Malcolm: You see, a Tyrannosaur doesn't follow a set pattern or park schedules, the essence of chaos.
Malcolm explains the essence of Chaos giving obscure examples. Ellie gestures with her hand to show this information has gone right over her head.
He performs a demonstration, he dips his hand into the glass of water. He takes Ellie's hand in his own and flicks his fingers and a drop falls on the back of Ellie's hand. Looking out of the opposite window, Grant sees movement at the far end of a field. He sits upright, trying to get a better look.
Malcolm repeats the demonstration and the water drops fall a different direction, proving unpredictability. There's definitely something out in that field, and Grant has to see it. He jerks on the door handle and opens his door a few inches. He looks outside towards freedom, then looks around to see if anybody's watching him. Grant throws the door open and bolts out of the moving car.
Malcolm: There. Look at this. See? See? I'm right again. Nobody could've predicted that Dr. Grant would suddenly, suddenly jump out of a moving vehicle.
Ellie: Alan? Alan!
Ellie also jumps out of the vehicle.
Malcolm: There's, another example. [laughs to himself] See, here I'm now sitting by myself, uh, er, talking to myself. That's chaos theory.
In the Control Room, Hammond, Muldoon, and Arnold stare at the video monitor incredulously as everyone now pours out of the cars and follows Grant down the hill. The cars roll on slowly, empty, their doors hanging open. Hammonds orders the program to be stopped
Muldoon: I told you! How many times? We needed locking mechanisms on the vehicle doors!
Across the room, Nedry sneaks a peek at the video monitor. It shows an image of the steel door, plainly marked - - "EMBRYONIC COLD STORAGE. RESTRICTED!"
He looks to another monitor, which is labeled "EAST DOCK." The monitor shows a supply ship, moored at the dock. Its cargo is being uploaded and a large group of workers are filing aboard. Nedry has something on the counter, where no one can see it. It's a can of shaving cream.
Grant, Ellie, Gennaro, and the kids are out in the open field, heading towards a small stand of trees. For the first time, we notice the sky is darken rather early in the day. Tim dogs Grant's footsteps, so excited he can hardly keep his feet on the ground. Gennaro is scared as hell, following the others, but his head darting left and right. Lex stumbles and Grant takes her hand, to stop her from falling.
She looks up at him and smiles. Grant smiles back and tries to recover his hand, but Lex holds tight. He's massively uncomfortable. Ellie notices. Suddenly they all stop in their tracks. A huge smile spreads across the faces of both Tim and Grant. Grant walks forward. Tim follows. Fearless, Tim walks forward behind Grant.
A Triceratops, a big one, lying on its side, blocking the light at the end of the path. It has an enormous curved shell that flanks its head, two big horns over its eyes, and a third on the end of its nose. It doesn't move, just breathes, loud and raspy, blowing up a little clouds of dust with every exhalation.
Grant, almost in a daze, wanders all the way around to the back of the animal and stands next to Harding.
Grant strokes its head. Ellie moves forward to the animal. They both kneel, checking the animal.
Grant: Ellie, this one was always my favorite when I was a kid. And now I've seen one, its the most beautiful thing I ever saw.
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