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(I bet a thousand pesos he falls) Gennaro finally lands, and Rostagno helps him off the raft. ROSTAGNO Tengo mil pesos que dicen que se cae (I have a thousand pesos that say he falls) (or) Apuesto mil pesos que se cae. CUT TO: 2 EXT MOUNTAINSIDE DAY MANO DE DIOS AMBER MINE DOMINICAN REPUBLIC 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.ДҐ On the hillside, JUAN ROSTAGNO, thirty-ish, Costa Rican, a smart-looking guy in workers clothes, is waiting for him.

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The wild arcs of currents from the stun gun flash and CRACK all around, but in a second - the WORKER is gone. Muldoon runs in and grabs the WORKER, trying to pull him free. Muldoon SHOUTS orders: MULDOON Tasers get in there, Goddamn it! They FIRE their guns - the wood of the crate SPLINTERS. The WORKER SCREAMS and paws the dirt, leaving long claw marks as he is rapidly dragged toward the crate. dragging him toward the dark mouth between the crate and the pen. Now everything happens at once.Д¤ The WORKER THUDS to the jungle floor, the crate jerks away from the mouth of the holding pen flash, an alarm BUZZER sounds - and a claw SLASHES out from inside the crate. The WORKER gets ready to grab the gate when all at once - 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. The RIFFLEMEN throw the bolts on their rifles and CRACK their stun guns, sending arcs of current CRACKING through the air. The search lights are trained on the door. MULDOON Well locked Loading team, step away. The view is herky-jerky as the crate put into position. FROM INSIDE THE CRATE, we get glimpses of what's on the other side of those wooden slates - jungle foliage, MEN with rifles, searching searchlights. A green light on the side of the pen lights up, showing contact has been made. Get back in there, Don't let her know you're afraid!ДЈ The men go back to the crate and begin to push it into the slot. The movement as agitated whatever is inside the crate, and the whole thing shivers as GROWLS and SNAPS come from inside. Nobody moves for a second, A grim-faced guy who seems to be in charge (Robert Muldoon, although we don't know it yet). A door slides open in the pen, making a space as big as the end of the crate. The bulldozer pushes forward into the back end, the crate THUDS TO THE FLOOR. There's a guard tower at one end of this holding open that makes it look like San Quentin. 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. Every head gathered in this little clearing snaps, turning in the direction of the sound as it bursts through the trees.Дў It's a bulldozer. The trees shake as something very, very large plows ahead through them, right at us. A ROAR rises up from the jungle, deafening. A legend tries to place us - ISLA NUBLAR 120 MILES WEST OF COSTA RICA - but to us it's still the middle of nowhere. The eye darts from side to side, alert as hell. The eye darts from sideДЎ JURASSIC park screenplay by David Koepp based upon the novel by michael crichton and on adaptation by michael crichton and Malia Scotch Marmo Decem1 EXT JUNGLE NIGHT An eyeball, big, yellowish, distinctly inhuman, stares raptly between wooden slats, part of a large crate. 1 EXT JUNGLE NIGHT An eyeball, big, yellowish, distinctly inhuman, stares raptly between wooden slats, part of a large crate. JURASSIC PARK screenplay by David Koepp based upon the novel by Michael Crichton and on adaptation by Michael Crichton and Malia Scotch Marmo Decem. Every head gathered in this little clearing snaps, turning in the direction of the sound as it bursts through the trees.

JURASSIC park screenplay by David Koepp based upon the novel by michael crichton and on adaptation by michael crichton and Malia Scotch Marmo Decem1 EXT JUNGLE NIGHT An eyeball, big, yellowish, distinctly inhuman, stares raptly between wooden slats, part of a large crate.

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