A speedboat cuts swiftly through the ocean swells beneath the looming cliffs of Isla Sorna. Illegal Costa Rican parasail operator Enrique Cardoso helps Americans Ben Hildebrand and twelve-year-old Eric Kirvy already wearing life-vests -- strap themselves into a two person parasail harness. Ben and Eric clamber onto a makeshift platform that hangs over the back of the board. Dangling from Ben's neck is a camcorder.

Ben: You make sure to get us as close as you can, okay? If it's a good trip, I'll give you a little extra.

Enrique: Don't worry. I take you close. But not too close. (rubbing Eric's head) You don't want them to eat you.

Enrique heads toward the driver's seat and a large second-hand winch bolted to the deck.

Enrique: Ready, amigos?

Ben and Eric nod excitedly and give the thumbs up. Ben lifts the camcorder to the record the action. Enrique jams the down the throttle down, and with a loud roar, the speedboat shoots forward. Soon the boat is whipping across the rolling ocean. Strapped together, Ben and Eric lean back over the passing water, intently watching for Enrique's signal. As the boat picks up speed, Enrique eyes the speedometer. Ben grabs the end of the ripcord attached to the harness. He and Eric braces themselves. Enrique finally signals with a pulling motion. He pulls the winch, Ben yanks the cord and WOOOSH! A brightly colored parasail blossoms behind the boat, hoisting Ben and Eric aloft. In a big block letters on the parasail is stitched "DINO-SOAR." The towline unsold rapidly from its enormous reel. Ben and Eric climb higher and higher. Enrique keeps an eye on the clients. When they reach a certain height, he locks off the reel. High overhead, Ben and Eric are floating in wonderful, quiet splendor. The motor of the boat now sounds strangely distant. Down below, the boat enters a think blanket of fog. Eric points excitedly at the islands as Ben films him with the camera. Then, a sudden tug on the thing line cause Ben to drop the camera, which now dangles from his neck.

Eric: What was that?

A second tug...and now the faintest of screams. Ben and Eric look down to find that the boat has disappeared into the low bank of fog. By the time the boat emerges on the far side of the mist...there is no sign of Enrique. The deck is splattered with blood. As Ben considers the driverless boat...

Eric : Ben!

Ben glances over at Eric, staring in horror at something below. Following his gaze, Ben finds that their boat is only moments away from crashing into a large reef. Sticking out of the water, the imposing reef is being battered by waves. As the boat smashes into the reef, it splinters into a number of pieces. A panicked Ben turns to Eric.

Ben: Unclip your line!

Eric and Ben frantically unclip their lines. Catching an updraft, the parasailers float upward. A strong wind sends them wafting over the daunting cliffs of Isla Sorna...

Scene Change

Two plastic dinosaurs enter the frame and do battle accompanied by a child's ferocious sounds.

Child: RRRRROW! GRRRRRR! WINDER TO REVEAL -

Charlie, a three-year old boy, plays in a sandbox with his favorite toy dinosaurs. Alan Grant squats next to him and watches with great delight.

Ellie Satler  stands over them, an infant in her arms a picture of the perfect family.

Grant: Oh, actually, Charlie, those two are herbivores. They wouldn't be interested in fighting each other. But these... (picking up two other dinosaurs) See, these are carnivores. And this one here -- see its claws -- this one here uses its claws to gouge at the throat of its opponent...

As Grant demonstrates with some grunt and groans of his own, he only succeeds in frightening the boy.

Ellie: Uh, Alan?

Grant: Hmm?

Ellie: He's three. Why don't you wait till he's a little older?

Grant: Oh, right. (back to Charlie) Happy dinosaurs.

He bounces them along the sandbox edge. Then, the sound of a CAR ENGINE turning off and a door SLAMMING is heard.

Ellie: That must be Mark. (calling out) Mark, we're back here!

Ellie and Grant turn to see Mark Degler coming through the gate carrying a briefcase. He's their age, handsome but not annoyingly so, with a friendly, balance demeanor. He and Ellie kiss tenderly on the lips.

Ellie: Good day?

Mark: Keeping the world safe. Here, let me take her.

Ellie hands off the baby.

Ellie: Mark, this is Alan Grant.

Mark: Nice to meet you, Alan. I've heard a lot about you.

The two men shake hands, and we now realize it is Grant who is the stranger in this household. Little Charlie runs to his father, showing his dinosaur.

CharlieHARLIE: Daddy, this is a herbabore. And that the Dinosaur Man

Grant: Dinosaur Man.

Grant smiles uncomfortably, a third wheel.

Small Time Skip

Winden to a parrot in a large cage. Grant is teasing the bird with a cookie, holding a it just out of reach.

Grant: What's my name? Come on, Jack, say it. Is my name Alan? Say my name.

The bird doesn't respond.

Grant: He used to know me.

Ellie: Sorry, Alan it's been six years.

Grant shrugs, gives Jack the cookie, and heads towards the table. The three adults are finishing their dessert and coffee. The children have been out to bed. An awkward moment of silence. Uncomfortable smiles. Then --

Mark: More coffee?

Ellie: Yes. Great.

Mark stands and collects their cups.

Ellie: So, Mark's working at the State Department now.

Grant: Really? (To Mark) What do you do there?

Mark: (with mock bravado) I could tell you about it, but then I'd have to kill you.

Grant: Indeed.

Mark smiles, nodding. Then he goes into the kitchen. Another uncomfortable silence.

Ellie: So what are you working on now?

Grant: We have a new site in Montana. At least until the money runs out.

Ellie: Anything good?

Grant: Raptors, mostly.

Ellie: My favorite.

Grant leans forward, realizing Ellie's one of the few people he can talk to about this.

Grant: You remember the sounds they made?

Ellie: I try not to.

Grant: We've done cranial scans, and raptors actually had a quite sophisticated resonating chamber. I have a theory that their ability to vocalize is the key to their social intelligence. The way they can work together as a team.

Ellie: You think they could talk to each other?

Grant: To a degree we never imagined.

And from the cage in the corner of the room...

Jack: Bullshit!

Both look back at the parrot. Ellie smiles.

Ellie: You taught him that.

Ellie and Grant head toward the rental car parked in the driveway.

Ellie: Good luck with the fund raising.

Grant: It was never easy, but before Jurassic Park, you could find money. Somewhere. Now fossils are out. Everyone wants to see a real live dinosaur.

Ellie: Times change Alan. But you're still the best. I mean that.

Grant: The last of my breed.

A long moment passes between them as both consider where they've ended up.

Grant: I'd better get going.

Ellie: Let me know if I can help, Alan. You're bad about asking for help, but please ask me. Anything, anytime. Or ask (Y/N), I know he working with you now.

Grant: (deep down knowing he never will) Okay. Goodbye, Ellie.

Ellie: Goodbye, Alan.

Not sure what the right thing to do is, they finally end up with a friendly hug. They keep it short. Grant gets in his car. Starts the engine. He's about to pull off when Ellie knocks on the window. He rolls it down.

Ellie: When I met you, I thought that one day millions of years ago, all the dinosaurs became extinct. Wiped out. But you told me otherwise. When conditions changed, dinosaurs changed. They became other things. They evolved.

Grant: A well-accepted theory.

Ellie: Alan don't be afraid to evolve.

Grant hears her, but Ellie knows it didn't really get through. A forced half-smile, then Grant waves goodbye. Ellie watches as he drives off. The last stop on Grant's fund-raising tour, it's a public lecture hosted by some foundation. There are scientists and students here, but also a lot of Dino-fans, some even with costumes. Grant finishes his speech to what was a full house -- some attendees are grabbing their coats and sneaking out. This wasn't the exciting guest speaker they were all expecting. A new slide comes up. Just black and white, and indecipherable.

Grant: It's through the painstaking study of the Interior chamber in multiple specimens that we can determine this exciting correlation between the larynx and the upper plate. That lets us theorize -- theorize, mind you -- that the raptor might have been capable of bird- like vocalizations. Which as you can imagine, would be a tremendous breakthrough.

He's finished, but no one seems to notice at first. Then the Symposium Leader stands up, leading a smattering round of applause.

Symposium Leader: Thank you very much Dr. Grant. Now does anyone have a question?

Nearly every hand goes up. Grant doesn't seem surprised.

Grant: Does anyone have a question that doesn't relate to Jurassic Park?

Quite a few hands go down.

Grant: Or the incident in San Diego, which I'll remind you, I did not witness.

Now most of the hands are down. Picking one of the few remaining...

Male Student: Your theory on raptors is good and all, but isn't all this conjecture kind of moot?

The Student's buddy nods in agreement.

Male Student: I mean, once the U.N. and Costa Rica and everyone decides how to handle the second island, scientists will just go in and look for themselves. Too cleaver science reporter Isn't paleontology itself in danger of extinction?

Recognizing those as fighting words, the symposium leader is about to step in. But Grant will take this himself.

Grant: No, and let me be perfectly clear on this
point. Dinosaurs lived 65 million years ago. What's left of them is fossilized in stone the actual scientists spend years to undercover. what John Hammond and InGen created are theme park monsters. Nothing more, nothing less.

The class clearly disagrees with his assessment.

Another Student: You're saying you wouldn't want to study them if you had the chance?

Grant: No force on this earth or in heaven could get me on that island.

Time Skip

(Y/N) gets up due to the sound of someone crying. (Y/N) get out of bed as he sees his wife Jasmine has already left for work, you then leave your room as you enter another one next to yours as you see a two year old boy in bed crying. This is your son, Tyler Murphy

(Y/N): What wrong son.

You say as you take a seat on his bed as you rub his back. He sees you as he gets up and hugs you still crying.

Tyler: I-I had a bad dream.

(Y/N): Oh, and what was this bad dream about?

Tyler hugged his father tighter as he put his head into his father's chest.

Tyler: (muffled) You left us.

(Y/N): What? You're going have to move your head for me to hear and understand you.

You said as Tyler move his head from your chest as he looks into your eyes.

Tyler: I had a bad dream that you left me and mommy and never came back.

(Y/N) hugged his child as he picked him up.

(Y/N): I will never leave you, no matter what.

Tyler: Thanks.

(Y/N) puts his son back down.

(Y/N): Now, come on. Let's make some pancakes before I leave for work.

Tyler gave (Y/N) a big smile as the two walked out of the room.

Scene Change

Looking through the cracked windshield of a junkyard plane, we see someone spray painting red circles on the outside of the glass. Nash, a wry, intelligent mercenary pilot and soldier, is painting huge eyes the windows of a wrecked plane. Finished, he tosses the paint can through the open windows and walks quickly away from the plane. We now see that red teeth are painted on the craft's nose. It looks absurdly like some angry beast. We are one the edge of a dry lake bed, part of an aircraft graveyard. Wrecked planes lie all around. We hear a phone RINGING... A RINGING satellite phone rests on a stack of gun cases. Udesky, the leader of this crew, answers it.

Udesky: Udesky. Yes sir. we're good to go. I'll lock it down as soon as you drop me the payment.

With the phone still to his ear, Udesky wanders out of the craft... Udesky looks over at Nash and Cooper, another mercenary. Cooper's the quiet muscle of the bunch, a weapons specialist. He finishes loading a massive gun, essentially a hand-cannon. It's aimed at Nash's grimacing aircraft.

Udesky: That's right, two of the very best I could find. No, I haven't worked with them personally, but they come with the highest recommendations. Then --

Cooper fires at the grimacing aircraft. A projectile rockets into the plane and explodes with a fireball. Nash and Cooper exchange a satisfied smile.

Udesky: You've got nothing to worry about, sir. This is going to be a piece of cake.

Pieces of the demolished craft come raining down.

Time Skip

A man's hand, carefully scraping the stone away from a dinosaur fossil. We follow his hand back as he wipes off his sweaty brow, revealing him to be Billy Brennan, an associate professor and site manager. He's a charmer. Looking past him, we see Cheryl, a junior at junior of State. She's one of a dozen college students working at the site, and the one most smitten with her supervisor.

Cheryl: Billy? I don't think I'm doing this right.

He scoots over, lying down beside her. Checks her work.

Billy: You need to go slowly. See, just take it little at a time.

She's not listening, just watching his eyelashes.

Cheryl: I can never tell what's bone and what's rock.

Billy: Technically, it's all rock. The calcium in the bones is replaced during fossilization. But you can feel the difference. See? Rough, smooth. Rough, smooth.

He runs her bare fingers over the two different patches, showing her. After a pause, she runs her finger along his stubbly chin...

Cheryl: Rough.

And along his lips.

Cheryl: Smooth.

Billy may not have started this flirtation, but he's not ending it either. It's then that a shadow falls across them. Billy looks up to see...

Billy: Dr. Grant!

Grant has just returned, a bag over his shoulder.

Grant: Mr. Brennan.

Billy takes one of Grant's bags, talking as they go.

Billy: How was your trip? Profitable?

Grant: We'll be broke in four weeks.

Billy: Three weeks. I had to rent some equipment. Say, why not ask (Y/N) for money? Isn't his family rich or something?

Grant: You forget, (Y/N) doesn't work with InGen anymore. Meaning he doesn't get as much money as he used to, plus there is no way I can ask him something like that. He has a kid to take care of, he needs that money.

They cross into one of the tents, which only has two "walls". On a dust-taped table, a dusty Macintosh is feeing data into a strange machine the size of a dorm refrigerator. A mechanical arm sweeps back and forth across a tray of fine sand.

Grant: You rented an automated litter box.

Billy: It's a rapid prototyper. I feed in the scan data from the raptor skull, then the computer breaks it into thousands of slices which this thing prints, one layer on top of the other. It's the future of paleontology.

Grant: Not if it can't dig.

The arm stops and suddenly the tray of sand shakes, dropping through holes in the bottom to reveal an object the size of a person's fist.

Billy: I give you a raptor's resonating chamber.

Grant hates technology, but he can't help but be amazed by the result. He lifts the strange object up, shaking out the remaining sand. Billy puts it to his lips and blows through it like a conch shell. The resulting sounds is unique and piercing, the cry of a non-existent animal. Grant is speechless with excitement. And so he uses it again and again, producing different sounds and variations. In the distance, A black Impala drives to the dig site as a flocks of birds rise to the sky and fly off. Billy looks up to see (Y/N) getting out of his car, with a man and a woman getting out of a Cadillac behind him. Cheryl is pointing the man and woman toward them in the direction of the tent. While the man and women make their way toward the tent (Y/N) makes his way towards Cheryl and helps out with the dig.                                   
Billy: Oh, I forgot to tell you. Some visitors wanted to come by and talk to you. I told them you'd be happy to see them. maybe even have dinner with them.                        

Grant: Absolutely not.                        

Billy: They're here.

Grant: What?                                

Only now does Grant realize these two people who were walking up to them. Putting on a friendly smile, Billy goes up to them.               

Man: Dr. Grant?                            

Grant: Yes?                                

Man: (extending his hand) Paul Kirby. Kirby Enterprises (reaching into his pocket) My card.                            

Paul Kirby is a talkative optimist with no "off" switch. His wife Amanda Kirby, just as friendly, is harder to read. There seems to be exhaustion behind her eyes.                    

Grant: What can I do for you, Mr. Kirby?                

Paul: Well sir, I am a great admirer of yours, and I have an extremely interesting proposition to discuss. Would you let my wife and I take you to have dinner tonight? Our treat.                   

Grant: You know, I've been traveling and I'm very tired. Maybe some other time.                

Paul: I guarantee it'll be worth your while.

Behind Kirby, Bill furtively rubs his thumb and fingers together, indicating the guy is loaded. Grant musters a weak smile.

Grant: It's be my pleasure.

Paul: Great. How about we meet up at Hell Creek Bar and Grill, Jordan later tonight to talk more about it.

Grant: That can work me.

Both Paul and Amanda then leave as (Y/N) walk up to Billy and Grant.

(Y/N): What that all about?

Grant: It seems they want to talk to me about something. I call and tell you what it is after, for now let's finish up here and get this Raptor out of the ground.

Time Skip

Both Grant and Billy are only halfway through the entree, but Grant is ready to bolt. It's only Billy who's keeping him from being rude. They walk over to Paul and Amanda's table and sit down.

Paul: First off let me say as a dinosaur enthusiasts, Amanda and I have admired your work for years.

Amanda: It is truly, what's the word? Inspiring.

Grant: Thank you.

It's everything Grant can do just to be polite. He desperately wants to leave and get back to his dig.

Paul: Amanda and I, well, we just love the outdoors. Heck we've been on pretty much any adventure tour they can come up with: Galapagos, K2, the Nile...

Amanda: We even have two seats reserved aboard the first commercial moon flight.

Billy nudges Grant.

Grant: Hmmm.

Paul: Now, for our wedding anniversary this year we wanted to do something really special, something...

He places his hand on his wife's.

Amanda: ...once-in-a-lifetime.

Paul: We've arranged for a private airplane to take us flying over Isla Sorna. And we want you to be our guide.

The Kirby's look to Grant as if they've offered him an amazing gift. But Grant just sighs and smooths the tablecloth.

Grant: That's a very nice offer, Mr. Kirby, but I'm afraid I'm much too busy. If you like I can refer you to a number of highly qualified...

Paul: No, no, see Dr. Grant, you're the best. You've seen these animals in the flesh. No one else has come close to you.

Grant: I'm flattered, but I've taken this little adventure tour. And with the air restrictions they've imposed after the incident in San Diego, you can't fly low enough to see anything of interest.

Paul is momentarily stymied, but Amanda rallies.

Amanda: You see, that's just the thing. Paul and I have special permission to fly low.

Billy: How low?

Paul: Well, I'm no aviation specialist. But I do know it's hell of a lot lower than anyone else.

Amanda: From what I understand, it's pretty much whatever we want.

Grant: That's hard to believe.

Paul: Let's just say that through my business - imports/exports, emerging markets -- I've made some friends in high places. In this case, the Costa Rican government.

Amanda: Dr. Grant, you don't know how important it is for us to have you come along. It would make all the difference.

Grant is trying to find another way to say no, when Paul pulls out his checkbook.

Pual: And of course, we're prepared to make a sizeable contribution to your research here.

Billy looks at Grant. Don't say no.

Paul: I can write all kinds of numbers on this check. Just tell me what exactly it would take.

Small Time Skip

(Y/N) was at home doing the dishes while his son was asleep in his room, and his wife was watching TV in the living room. (Y/N) was just finishing up when someone started calling him. He saw that it was Alan Grant as he pick up the phone.

(Y/N): Dr. Grant, how was the talk.

(Y/N) finish the last plate he was cleaning as he hears what Grant tells him on the other line of the phone.

(Y/N): I'm sorry... WHAT!

Jasmine who was in the living room jumped from the sudden noise as she looks into the kitchen to see (Y/N) finish talking to Alan Grant on the phone. (Y/N) then leaves the kitchen as he takes a seat next to his wife. Jasmine looks at him questionably, before asking her him what wrong.

Jasmine: What wrong hunny?

(Y/N): It the people that Grant met earlier today.

Jasmine: Oh, and who are these people?

(Y/N): I don't know, all I know is that they just ask Grant if he can give them an air tour of Isla Sorna. And Grant wants me to came alone with him and Billy.

(Y/N) leads his head back.

Jasmine: So are you going?

(Y/N) then rose his head up as he looked at his Wife.

(Y/N): What?

Jasmine: I ask if you were going?

(Y/N): Did you forget what happened last time when we were on that island. We almost died, hell I almost died. Do you remember what happened to me.

(Y/N) removes a part of his shirt to show her his old bite mark he got from the Rapter last time.

Jasmine: I know what happened there, no one could have saw come. But lesson to yourself, what kind of tour did you say it was going to be again?

(Y/N): It going to be... oh.

Jasmine: See, you won't even be on the ground. So are you going to go save your friends from these people.

(Y/N): Okay, I guess you're right. We are going to be in the air anyway, push I'm the only one that been in that island out of the people that are going, so I can help bring them to some location.

Jasmine: That good. So when do you leave?

(Y/N): Tomorrow morning.

Jasmine: Will, you better pack your bag.

(Y/N): I shouldn't need one. This most likely going to be like a one day thing. I be find.

Jasmine: I hope so.

Jasmine then cuddles up to (Y/N) as they lay on the couch watching TV.

Time Skip

A small airplane- a Beechcraft Kingair 200 Turboprop, to be exact - cruises through clear blue skies. Grant re-settles, trying to get comfortable. Billy is across from him, finishing cleaning his camera lenses before putting them back in the ragged case. Behind Grant was (Y/N) as he was looking out the window not paying that much attention.

Grant: Even with what I pay you, you could get a better bag.

Billy: No way. This is lucky. Couple years ago some buddies and I went hang gliding off these cliffs in New Zealand. Updraft sent me right into the side. BOOM!

Grant: That does sound lucky.

Billy: It was this strap alone that saved my life. Got caught on a rock as I was falling.

Grant: Reverse-Darwinism. Survival of the most idiotic. Because he hasn't really said it...

Billy: Listen Alan, I really appreciate you bringing me along.

Grant: The bones will be there when we get back. That's the nice thing about them. They never run away. And besides, you got me into this. I don't intend to be alone with these people. Not to mention (Y/N) seen the island somewhat, so I needed him.

sitting near the front of the plane. Paul draws a long, nervous breath and looks at Amanda. She seems just as tense. Finally finding a comfortable position, Grant puts his hat over his eyes, ready to take a nap. Done with his camera, Billy turns to the person behind him.

Billy: So how do you know the Kirby's?

Mercenary Cooper, the weapons specialist we met earlier. He's wearing sunglasses so dark you can't tell whether he's staring at you or fast asleep. He doesn't answer. Did he even hear? And then --

Cooper: Through our church.

Billy: What Religion?

Cooper: Uh...the one that worships God and believes in being Good.

The plane continues onward.

Time Skip

(Y/N) slowly wakes up in his chair, groggy. All the other passengers were gone. (Y/N) got up from his seat as he looked around and found no one, not even in the cockpit. (Y/N) was confused on what was going on.

(Y/N): What the?

Just then a loud bang could be heard as (Y/N) turned around and saw nothing. Another bang happened as (Y/N) saw it was coming from the bathroom.

(Y/N): Grant?

(Y/N) made his way towards the bathroom with his hand out.

(Y/N): Billy, is that you?

(Y/N) got closer as there was a third bang on the door.

(Y/N): Who there?

(Y/N) got to the bathroom door as he slowly started to open it. Once it was open (Y/N) saw a Raptor from Jurassic Park is in there as it saw him. (Y/N) tried to shut the door but the Raptor beat him as it slammed its head on the door breaking it leaving (Y/N) in the open. (Y/N) saw the fall to the ground as he looked up and saw the Raptor looking at him, after a second the Raptor jump at him as (Y/N) put his arms up screaming. (Y/N) wakes up with a screaming as Grant calms him down.

Grant: (Y/N). You okay?

(Y/N): Y-Yeah, I'm fine.

Grant: We're almost there.

The adrenaline still surging through him, (Y/N)  turns and looks through the window. Clouds obscure the view, then parts reveal Isla Sorna rising majestically out of the water. We watch the plane descend sharply to the island. In various combinations, Grant, Billy, (Y/N), Paul and Amanda look out the windows at the amazingly green island, or in (Y/N) case, the hell island. Cooper looks out through a window of his own. In the cockpit we find the rest of the crew from the junkyard. Nash is piloting. A voice comes over their radio headsets.

Radio Voice: Unidentified aircraft approaching Isla Sorna, this is San Juan approach. You are flying in restricted airspace. Immediately turn to the coordinates two-zero-zero. I repeat redirect to...

A look from Nash then Udesky switches off the radio. The plane now descends to a mere hundred feet above the treetops. Paul puts his hand atop Amanda's as they stare intently out the window. Billy looks to Grant.

Billy: Admit it. You're excited.

Grant will admit nothing. Calling back from the cockpit...

Udesky: Cooper! Yell up if you see anything!

Cooper: (yelling back) No, I thought I'd keep it to myself.

Suddenly Grant spots...

Grant: There. There! An Apatosaur. Look at the coloration.

An Apatosaur is grazing on the grass.

Billy: I'm so use to seeing bones. It's weird to see skin. (Y/N) you think you can help us find some of the dinosaur?

(Y/N): Will this is a big Island, I try to do my best to find something you all might like.

(Y/N) looks out the window

Grant: Mr. and Mrs. Kirby! If you look out the right you can see...

But Paul just waves him away with a hand, staring intently out his window. We hold on Grant a moment, thinking that odd. Udesky puts down his binoculars.

Udesky: South shore is clear. The rest is rock.

Nash: Are we on?

Udesky: We're on.

Looking out the window, Grant and (Y/N) notices they're flying awfully low. Just then, they both hear a mechanical hum and a low rush from outside. Now wanting to believe --

(Y/N): That's not the landing gear?

Paul, Amanda and Cooper don't respond.

Grant: What you're... (realizing) You can't land.

Paul turns back to Grant and (Y/N).

Paul: Dr. Grant, and Mr. Murphy, if you'd just sit tight, we'll explain this all in a jiffy.

Grant: This plane cannot land!

Amanda: It's going to be all right. Just...

Grant and (Y/N) get out of their seats, heading for the cockpit. Both of them will wrestle the controls if he has to. Cooper elbows (Y/N) in the side of his head as he falls unconscious, he then grabs Grant, pulling him back. Grant starts to struggle, but he's certainly no match. A well-practiced fist hits him dead on.

Time Skip

we hear Amanda's voice, strangely distant but amplified.

Amanda: Eric! Eric! Are you there honey? Ben! Erriccc!

(Y/N) slowly wakes up as he finds himself in his seat. He looks out his window as he saw they were on the ground.

(Y/N): You got to be shitting me.

(Y/N) then gets up as he saw Grant get up from off the ground. Seeing him come to, Billy helps him slowly get up. Grant's head is pounding.

Grant: Tell me we didn't land.

By his expression, we see Billy would have to lie.

(Y/N): I got some bad news for you then.

Amanda: Eric!

Billy: I think they're looking for someone.

The jungle has almost reclaimed this patchy vine-covered runway. The airplane is parked at one end. Nash, Udesky, and Cooper are checking their weapons. Amanda is at the edge of the tarmac calling into the jungle on a bullhorn.
Billy and a groggy Grant and (Y/N) emerge from the airplane. Paul trots over.

Paul: Dr. Grant, Mr. Murphy, are you alright? I'm sorry we had to be so...

The three mercenaries are now walking into the jungle with their guns.

(Y/N): What the hell is going on?

Grant: What are they doing?

Paul: Establishing a perimeter. Making it safe. These guys are really good. One of them was a Green...

(Y/N): Mr. Kirby, trust me, on this island, there is no such thing as safe. We have to get back in this plane...

Grant looks to Amanda, who shouts through a bull horn.

Amanda: (on-bullhorn) ERRR-IIIC!

(Y/N): Is she trying to get us killed!

GRANT: Tell your wife to stop making so much noise! That a very bad idea!

Paul: AMANDA, HONEY! DR. GRANT SAYD IT'S A BAD IDEA!

Amanda: What?

Paul: (pointing broadly at Alan) He says it's a bad idea!

Amanda: (on the bullhorn) What's a bad idea?

As in on cue, there is a deafening roar from the jungle.

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Everyone turns toward the sound and freezes.

Paul: What was that?

Grant doesn't answer, still listening to the reverberations. Then a couple shots are heard.

Billy: Is it a rex?

(Y/N): That no Rex.

Billy and Paul breathe a small sign of relief.

Grant: It's Sounds bigger.

Nash and Udesky come running out of the jungle, headed for the plane.

Udesky: We gotta go, now!

Paul: What's the problem? Can't you guys...?

As Udesky and Nash sprint past Paul in interrupted by a second, closer, deafening roar. He pales. Udesky waits by the door, hustling everyone inside. Nash hurries into the cockpit. Everyone scrambles to a seat. Amanda climbs next to Paul.

Amanda: We can't just...

Paul: Don't worry, honey. We'll circle around and come back.

Udesky closes the door.

Billy: What about the other guy?

Udesky: Coop's a professional. He can handle himself.

A blood-curdling scream echoes through the jungle followed by machine gun fire.

Nash: (yelling back) We're going!

Udesky climbs into the copilot's seat, and Nash revs the engine. The plane starts down the runway. The passengers bounce in their seats as the plane picks up speed down the overgrown strip. Suddenly, two hundred yards ahead of the plane, Cooper emerges from the jungle. He stands in the middle of the runway. waving one arm wildly. His second, badly injured arm hangs limp by his side.

Cooper: Come on, Nash. Slow down, buddy.

Nash spots Cooper, shoots a glance at the airspeed indicator.

Nash: Coop, you know I can't do it pal.

He slams down full throttle in an attempt to reach flying speed. Seeing that Nash has no intention of stopping, Paul shouts from the cabin.

Paul: What are you doing? That's Mr. Cooper!

We are looking down on Cooper from behind. As the plane approaches, A shadow falls over the injured mercenary. Then with brutal speed, an enormous beast seizes him in its massive jaws and lifts him into the air. From this angle we get only a glimpse of a long crocodilian snout, powerful clawed forearms and spiny sail rising from the creature's back. All eyes are on the creature as it devours Cooper. Amanda turns away in horror.

Amanda: Oh, my God! Paul, my God!

(Y/N): It can't be.

Looking through the windshield, we see the creature is directly in the path of the plane. Nash pulls back on the stick. The plane rises. The left propeller clips the flank of the enormous dinosaur, snapping the blade. Blood sprays the windshield and side windows. The turboprop banks into the jungle, out of control. The passengers are thrown about as the craft crashes through trees, tearing off a wing and pieces of the tail. Finally coming to rest in the jungle canopy, the plane settles in the trees. Silence. The passengers slowly recover and have a look around. Foliage blocks most windows, making it impossible to see out.

Billy: Is anyone hurt?

Checking themselves, everyone seems pretty much intact.

Udesky: Quiet! We're okay. Let's everybody just stay put.

He attempts to turn on the cockpit radio, but it's dead.

Nash: Who's got the sat-phone?

Paul: Right here!

Paul hands the bulky phone up to Nash, who dials out. (Y/N) unstraps himself, climbs to the back to the side door and shoves. The door opens a few inches before hitting a branch. He looks out the and lets out a quiet gasp as the ground reels thirty feet below. He quickly shuts and latches the door. (Y/N) looks back at the others who are behind him.

(Y/N): We haven't landed yet.

The sat-phone pressed against Nash's ear.

Recorded Voice: We're sorry. All circuits are busy. Please try your call again later...

Nash: Shit!

Amanda screams.

Paul: What is it? What's the matter?

A huge reptilian face appears in the cockpit window. Everyone else screams now. The plane lurches and we hear a deep growl. The passengers hold tight, paralyzed. Nash buckles himself into his seat. Suddenly, the plane is yanked from the side to side. Battered this way and that, the terrified passengers tightly grip their seats. Finally, the horrible sounds of wrenching metal as the nose of the plane is ripped right off. Nash and Udesky are suddenly sitting in open air. The nose of the plane is tilting downwards, the jungle floor far below. The passengers hang almost vertically in their seats, Debris tumbles out the open end of the plane, some of it striking Nash in the head. Udesky unbuckles his seat belt and climbs back up into the cabin. Nash follows. Suddenly, a long snout with dagger-like teeth pushes past the cockpit seats, opens wide, and clamps down on Nash's legs. The pilot cries out in agony. The others passengers grab onto his arms, trying to pull him back. But it's no use. The dinosaur rips Nash out of their grasp and down the aisle. Nash desperately grabs on to the seat cushion, then watches in horror as the fabric rips away. He's pulled out of the plane and dropped to the ground. A giant foot steps in the way as the snout of the creature reaches down and quickly devourers the screaming pilot. It's horrifying sight, but no one can turn away. Pleased with the appetizer, the creature comes back for the main course. (Y/N) tries to force open the jammed rear door. Billy and Grant tries to help, but the door won't budge. The dinosaur jams its snout into the fuselage and lunges for Amanda in the first row. She yanks her legs back as the jaws snap shut. Behind Amanda, Billy reaches forward, unsnaps her seat belt and pulls her into the next row back. The others unstrap their belts and crowd into the rear of the passenger compartment. The shift in weight sends the fuselage tipping backwards. The plane breaks free of the tree limbs and drops tail-first to the jungle floor. It slams hard, then flips over onto its roof. The passengers are prowled on the ceiling of the plane, dazed by the impact. Everyone is cut and bruised. Out of the open cockpit, they see two approaching dino feet. A window near Amanda fogs over with condensation. when it clears, she finds herself looking right into enormous eyes. Then all hell breaks loose as the plane is slammed across the jungle clearing. The passengers are hammered against the walls of the plane, tumbling like socks in a dryer. Debris, seats and luggage fly everywhere. The plane comes to an abrupt halt as it smashes into a tree. A gargantuan foot steps on the fuselage and Flattens it like a paper tube. Inside, windows explode, raining glass over the passengers. As the walls compress, Udesky becomes trapped in the rear of the plane, the others in front.

BILLY: Over here!

Udesky dives into the narrowing gap, and Billy pulls him the rest of the way through. Billy is as terrified as the rest of them, but he thrives under this rush of adrenaline. Then a huge claw digs into the skin of the fuselage and begins to slowly peel the plane open. Grant looks up in dread at the widening tear.

Grant: This way!

Grant leads the group out the open end of the cockpit. They make a mad dash for the jungle. A tremendous roar causes Billy to look behind him. He can't help but steal a glimpse of this terrifying, but utterly fascinating, animal. (Y/N) yanks him forward.

(Y/N): Less looking, more running!

With Grant in the lead, and Udesky taking up the rear, the group tears through the jungle. Concealed by the dense undergrowth, the unseen dinosaur bears down on them mowing down the young trees which topple all around them.
Grant spots a grove of heavier trees and leads the group into it. The dinosaur cannot fit between the trunks. It roars at the fleeing humans, searching desperately for a route after them.