a doll. Her dog, Toby, is at the foot of the bed. Her MOTHER comes in.}
Mother: Jo? Common.
Jo: What is it, Mommy?
Mother: Common sweetie, lets get up. Common. Its okay. {She lifts Jo out of bed and down stairs. Toby is left on the bed.}Its okay.
{Dialogue tight together.}
Father: We need to get down to the storm cellar right now.
Mother: Okay.
Jo: Toby?
Father: Common, take Jo, lets go!
Flat broke.
Right now I dont have a thousand cents.
If you can wait a coupla weeks...
Might be arranged.
With the proper collateral, of course.
You mean "Where is the dough
comin from?" I cant tell you.
But its a plenty sweet deal and Ill
be able to pay out like a slot machine.
- Two weeks, you said. No longer?
- Maybe even less than that.
You know I wouldnt pull a thing
like this on you. I could
flat like this.
NORMAN
Why?
PILOT
Good weather. It wont hold though.
Theres a cyclone forming up in the
Admiralties, should swing down this way
in a few days.
NORMAN
What happens then?
PILOT
Everybody just clears the hell out.
Weather can be really tough in this part
of the world. I was stationed in Florida
and Ive seen a lot of hurricanes, but
youve never seen anything like a Pacific
cyclone, si
foot:
After a while, very irritating.
To stop car, please.
-Whats wrong?
-Stop car, please.
To shut engine off, please.
Listen.
I dont hear nothing.
What do you hear?
-Double negative and dog.
-So its a dog. So what?
If not mistaken...
...dog belong to Mr. Dick Charleston.
-Whos Dick Charleston?
-I am.
You dont happen to have seen
a little white-- Wang!
A white Wang?
Sidney Wang! What are you
doi
foot of the Mayan pyramids. "
This is a cruise.
Thats right.
Deluxe accommodations.
All right,
whered you get these?
Do you remember a guy named No-Neck?
They finally busted him.
He gave me the tickets
in lieu of the cash he owed me.
Now, wait a minute.
Somebody owed you money?
How dumb
do you think I am?
What are you gonna do? Stay cooped up
in this mausoleum you call home?
- Youre still alive.
flat grid-like
landscape. One FIRES, and the other disappears when it is hit, to
reappear, spinning wildly, in the distance. We HEAR a sound
like a crack of lightning.
??
7 REAL WORLD 7
??
A video game in an arcade. On the screen is a typical version of
Tank Wars with computer generated representations of tanks in a 2-D
maze.
??
8/9 OMITTED 8/9
??
10 ELECTRONIC WORLD 10
Two other game warriors on
foot, holding
their cloaks tightly around them. Some of them are revelers in fancy dress: they
wear masks on their faces or hanging around their necks, as if returning from par-
ties. Now they are glancing up at the facade of the old house. The window above
the street is open and Old Salieri stands there calling to the sky: a sharp-featured,
white-haired Italian over seventy years old, wearing a
Blackness. Then a hint of green becomes EARTH. It lies across an expanse of space. Richly colored. Fertile.
A GIGANTIC ASTEROID cuts into frame, Burning into EARTHS ATMOSPHERE and striking down in the currant area of Guzumel, Mexico.
Voice : An impact equivalent to ten thousand nuclear weapons detonating simultaneously.
A HUGE DINOSAUR FOOT steps down hard and is VAPORIZED with a deafening ROAR.
THE LOST WORLD
JURASSIC PARK
screenplay by
David Koepp
EXT. TROPICAL LAGOON - DAY
A 135-foot-luxury yacht is anchored just offshore in a
tropical lagoon. The beach is a stunning crescent of white
sand at the jungle fringe, utterly deserted.
ISLA SORNA
87 miles southeast of Nublar
Two SHIP HANDS, dressed in white uniforms, have set up a
picnic table with three chairs on the sand and are carefully
flat rock overlooking the
lake. The waters color changes again, to a deep purple,
then blue again, then red, then indigo.
WOMAN (VO)
And that day, your father
got better. He named you Lhamo.
"The Protector."
BOY (VO)
I know.
Silence.
The noblemen and monks surround Reting as he steps out of
the palanquin.
One man stands out here, a monk, a high lama in fact, with a
kind face and fantastic, mesmer