right calcaneus of an adult female raptor. mild stress fractures. what's this tell me?
it tells me that this bone connects to the navicula which we already found articulating to the cuboid.
so, what can we stay for sure? stress fractures in the heel .
right as rain, ellie. now, why did she jump?
perhaps. or maybe to select the smaller, more tender leaves in the higher branches with which to suckle her young?
the science of paleontology can't answer these questions. novelists and artists who dream a vision of the jurassic period can attempt these questions with their imaginations. what we scientists can say is considering the mass and kinetic articulation of these bones, this animal had a vertical leap of about twelve feet. not as entertaining as fiction, but absolutely fact without prejudice.
jim, you keep making up the plaster batches. whatever ratio you're using, it's perfect. nora, no digging after five - when the temperature drops, those bones are just too brittle. bill, i don't want any tourists walking over my raptor - i don't care if the governor of montana is with them, just you guys.
jesus, a limousine. we're re-entering hammond's world, that's for sure. remind me why we're doing this, ellie.
- at a critical time -
- enough money to keep us free of commercial affiliations for two summers. all right, all right. good.
financial independence for fraternizing with the enemy? i'll do it.
this is all could come up with, skip?
wise guy. let's go, ellie.
what is, ellie? where are we going?
looks like alcatraz.
relax, ellie. i'm sure they wouldn't land if it weren't safe.
gennaro? this guy knows what he's doing, right? hey, gennaro? i'm talking to you!
mr. regis, what is the nature of this park?
hammond's trademark.
i hope this isn't one of those animatronic exhibits in a jurassic botanical setting.
where's hammond?
- the furious haste to commercialize genetic engineering.
here we go.
no, i don't mind popular science. i dislike the commercialization of science. it breeds a sloppiness, a disregard for method.
mr. hammond, the essential truth of a scientific law ha s nothing to do with public reaction. water freezes at thirty-two degrees, whether you pay for it or not.
who makes a windows .  smaller?
don't worry - he'll grow out of it.
what exactly do you mean .  biological attractions?
yes?
we don't have the science. there's no source of dinosaur dna.
like mosquitos -
mosquitos that sucked the blood of dinosaurs. that's your source of dna
it does?
but even thousands of mosquitos wouldn't give you enough tissue to determine a complete dna strand.
okay, you have your "complete" dna strand. how do you grow it?
and how do you know what it is you're growing?
that's why you create the mist.
what kind of eggs are these? are these shells plastic?
don't worry. ellie makes her own judgments.
i like to wait and see.
ellie! can you imagine the excavation team seeing this!
ellie? what the hell are we going to do with the rest of our lives?
can't you see it, ellie? we're the ones that are extinct now.
it's like a gila monster of a cobra. it's a poison .
poor girl. what's the matter? ellie, look at this.
these'd give anybody a stomachache.
hey, ellie take a look at his. good work, timmy.
looks like your trike swallows stones to help her digest her food. walking around, she crushes berries against the stones. and even just a little crushed berry is eventually enough,
but with th e stones, she swallows them and probably bypasses any mucosal contact. straight to the stomach. i would test her excrement.
soil samples?
good idea. i'll keep my eyes open.
where is the t- rex?
maybe she's down hunting apatosaurs.
then where is she?
he's here.
there'd be no stopping it. huge, with no natural enemies, and a suppressed hunting instinct.
is that still the t-rex paddock?
what's the commotion?
nedry? with an incubator? regis??
we gotta tell hammond and arnold right away. how far is it to the mainland?
i wouldn't like to see dinosaurs running around costa rica.
timmy, be quiet. don't move.
can't think of a thing.
don't move.
shut that flashlight, tim!
lex, are you okay?
let .  go .  please.
timmy. are you ok?
below. she's fine. let's get you down.
try the door you're leaning against. nice and slow.
crawl this way. slowly.
we're going to have to make a jump for it, timmy. okay?
one, two, three, jump.
you owe me one.
where'd lex go?
come on out now, lex.
cone on, lex, it must be cold in there. and tight. why don't you come out?
i'm a grownup, lex. come on out. gimmie you hand, come on, here you go.
me, too. we've got to get ourselves back to civilization.
it's regis and the rex is after him. but it's okay. regis knows the rex can't see him. evidently, he can only see move- ment. regis'll be ok if he stays still.
let's go!
okay, lex.
oof! you're heavy.
i think we're still in his paddock.
what?
what?
no.
okay with the fence, timmy?
a herbivore grazing area. excellent.
twelve hours before that ship reaches the mainland.
up there.
sure you can.
i don't think so. she's a .
like the trike. maybe it's not the stones.
tim, i think there's a motion sensor across the field and down there.
go home now. home to freda!
go! go away. go! get out of here!
we gotta get to that motion detector. it's still a ways.
what is it?
come on.
they're agitated.
outta the way, kids! run!
we'll walk by the river. that leads back to the visitor's center.
you ready?
what raft?
it's still mid-morning. i bet we have at least ten miles to go. if we take the raft along the river, we can make much faster progress.
lex, i don't see any raft.
bullseye!
no raft. where did you see it, lex?
assumed?
i'm afraid there's no raft.
looks pretty calm.
no.
there's a current.
i'm not sl eeping.  yet.
guess i was wrong.
hold on real tight.
i'm trying. i'm trying .  ooooo!!! .
no!!!!!
i think they cut the power. hey -
well, there's our pot of gold. let's go, kids.
sorry, tim. we gotta climb up.
probably your grandfather's quarters. let's go.
actually, stay here.
no, keep an eye on things round here for me. i'll be back with the others.
i'll radio the ship as soon as i find somebody. you're in charge now. don't move from here .  unless you have to, ok?
be right back.
ellie, i'm go glad -
talk, ellie, just keep talking.
timmy, you know anything about computers?
ok good, you're elected.
okay, we've reached the computer room. who can te ll timmy how to reboot?
tim, you got to book the system. they reset the power and there are no phones. we gotta turn on the fences and we gotta stop that ship.
if we can get help very soon.
ellie, we're working as fast as we can here.
don't mention it. it was timmy.
queen anne, do you read me? queen anne?
report your position!
try this for identification, captain farrell. you are in possession of stolen biological materials. if you don't turn that boat around and return to isla nublar immediately with your contraband cargo, you will be found in violation of section 509 of the uniform maritime act, you will be subject to revocation of license, penalties in excess of fifty thousand dollars, and five years in jail. do you copy?
do you copy, captain farrell?
who the hell knows?
well it gives us ten more hours. let's see if we can raise the costa rican coast guard on that thing.
and then there were none.
we have to leave now.
you interrupted natural law. there are regulations, rules that nature follows that make her knowable.
barriers? like the seasons? the earth spinning, orbiting the sun? the entire solar system in interlocking motion. our own beings in biological step with it all. mr. hammond, you've disrupted the pattern and look what it's done!
don't count on it. now get in.
you created mutant forms that you further mutated to create amus ement attractions. you made biological puppets with heartbeats and an early death sentence.
you created a park to generate a profit- making merchandising operation.
you park is doomed. now come with me.
come back, mr. hammond! it's over!
i have a theory.
i think that they could never completely isolate the dinosaur dna. there was always some microscopic mosquito contamination. but at the molecular level, that was enough. every dinosaur received the same genetic massage, the encoding that every mosquito gets to terminate life after a season.