LostWorld-JurassicPark,侏罗纪公园：失.doc

其他范文/相声小品剧本 lostworld:jurassicpark,侏罗纪公园：失 英文片名: lost world: jurassic park 中文片名: 侏罗纪公园：失落的世界 上映: 1996the lost worldjurassic parkscreenplay bydavid koeppbased on the novel bymichael crichtonext. tropical lagoon - daya 135-foot-luxury yacht is anchored just offshore in a tropical lagoon. the beach is a stunning crescent of whitesand at the jungle fringe, utterly deserted.isla sorna87 miles southeast of nublartwo ship hands, dressed in white uniforms, have set up apicnic table with three chairs on the sand and are carefullylaying out luncheon service - fine china, silver, crystaldecanters with red and white wine.paul bowman, fortyish, sits in a chair off to the side,reading. mrs. bowman, painfully thin, with the perpetuallysurprised look of a woman whos had her eyes done more thanonce, supervises the settings of the table.she looks up and sees a little girl, cathy, seven or eightyears old, wandering off down the beach.mrs. bowmancathy! dont wander off!cathy keeps wandering.mrs. bowman (contd)cathy, come back! you can look forshells right here!cathy gestures, pretending she cant hear.bowman(eyes still in his book)leave her alone.mrs. bowmanwhat about snakes?bowmantheres no snakes on a beach. lether have fun, for once.further down the beach,cathy keeps wandering away, muttering to herself as herparents quarreling voices fade in the distance.cathyplease be quiet, please be quietplease be quiet.rounding a curve in the beach, her parents disappear from viewbehind her. a rustling sound draws her attention, and sheturns, toward where the thick jungle foliage gives way to thesand.a large bush, maybe twelve feet tall, is moving, its branchesswaying and shaking. curious, cathy walks up to the bush,which abruptly stops moving.a small, lizard-like animal, dark green with brown stripesalong its back, steps out from the bush. only about a foottall, it stands on its hind legs, balancing on its thick tail.it walks upright, bobbing its head like a chicken.cathywell, hello there!the animal (a compsognathus) just stares at her. cathy squatsdown on her haunches.cathy (contd)what are you? a little bird orsomething?she opens her hand. shes got a handful of goldfish crackers.cathy (contd)are you hungry? you want a goldfish?the compy bobs forward a few steps, cautiously.cathy (contd)come on. i wont hurt you.the compy draws closer. cathy holds the cracker in the palmof her hand. the compy gets closer still - and hops numbly up onto cathys palm. her arm dips a bitunder the weight, but its not that heavy, and she holds it upeasily. it bobs its head, scarfs up the goldfish, and eatsit.enchanted, cathy breaks into an enormous grin and returns herhand, calling back over her shoulder.cathy (contd)mom! dad! you gotta come see this!i found something!she turns back.thirty more compys have come out onto the sand. theyrestanding there, bobbing anxiously, staring at her from a fewfeet away. cathys smile fades.she turns her head slowly to the right. twenty more compyshave come in from that side, forming a semi-circle, bobbingand chipping as they surround her.cathy (contd)(terrified)what do you guys want?back on the beach,the table is set. mrs. bowman calls out.mrs. bowmancathy, sweetheart! lunch is ready!from around the curve of the beach, a flock of birds boltsfrom the jungle trees as cathys shrill screams suddenlypierce the air.mrs. bowmanpaul!she takes off, running down the beach, mr. bowman leaps out ofhis chair and follows, and all available deck hands race offto help, kicking up geysers of sand behind them.down the beach,mrs. bowman stops dead in her tracks when she rounds the bendin the beach. we dont see what she sees, but we hear thefrenzied squeaking of the strange compys. mr. bowman and thehands race past her to help cathy as mrs. bowman lets loose ahorrified, slack-jawed scream, her mouth a perfect oval.dissolve to:int. board room - daymrs. bowmans screaming face dissolves slowly over theyawning face of a bored corporate executive, twenty otherexecutives sit around a conference table in the boardroom of amonied corporation. all are in expensive suits, most are oversixty. there are rows of backbenchers too, whispering in theirlawyers who sit behind their clients, whispering in theirears. empty coffee cups and fast food containers on the tablehint that everyones been here a long time.a familiar voice resounds through the boardroom as we movedown the long table, pat the grim faces of the board members.voice (o.s.)the hurricane seemed like a disasterat the time, but now i think it was ablessing, natures way of freeingthose animals from their humanconfines. of giving them anotherchance to survive, but this time asthey were meant to, without mansinterference.the source of the voice is john hammond, the founder of ingenand creator of jurassic park. but hes not in the room. hisimage is on a closed circuit tv screen, which has been wheeledup to the end of the table.and he doesnt look good. hes terribly infirmed, propped upin bed, his face pale and drawn, medical equipment beepingaround him.hammond (contd)there are some corporate issues thatare not about the bottom line. wehave so much still to learn aboutthose creatures. a whole world ofintricate, interlocking behaviors,vanished everywhere - except forsite b. please. lets not do whatis good for more men at the expenseat what is best for all mankind.the chairman, seventyish, nods awkwardly to the television.chairmanthank you, john. mr. ludlow?he turns to peter ludlow, late thirties, a man with theanxious look of someone who insists the buck stop on his desk.ludlow flips open a file, pulls out a stack of black and whiteeight by tens, and tosses them on the table.ludlow(an accent similar tohammonds)these pictures were taken in ahospital in costa rica forty-eighthours ago, after an american familyon a yacht cruise stumbled onto siteb. the little girl will be fine, buther parents are wealthy, angry, andvery fond of lawsuits. but thatshardly new to us, is it?(takes a paper from thefile)wrongful death settlements, partiallist: family of donald gennaro, 36.5million dollars; family of robertmuldoon, 12.6 million. damaged ordestroyed equipment, 17.3 million.demolition, de-construction, anddisposal of isla nublar facilities,organic and inorganic, one hundredand twenty-six million dollars. thelist goes on, gentlemen - researchfunding, media payoffs. silence isexpensive.hes warming up. not a bad performer.ludlow (contd)this corporation has been bleedingfrom the throat for four years. you,our board of directors, have setpatiently and listened to ecologylectures while mr. hammond signedyour checks and spent your money.you have watched your stock drop fromseventy-eight and a quarter tonineteen flat with no good and insight. and all along, we have held asignificant product asset that wecould have safely harvested anddisplayed for profit. enormousprofit.he reaches out to a model on the table and gives it a shove,sending it sliding down the length of the table in front ofthem. its a mini-mall version of a zoo. cages hold tinyreplicas of various kinds of dinosaurs while boy scout troopsand tourists look on in wonder.ludlow (contd)enough money to wipe out four yearsof lawsuits and damage control andunpleasant infighting, enough to notonly send our stock back to where itwas but to double it. and the onething, the only thing standingbetween us and this asset is aborn-again naturalist who happens tobe our own ceo. well, i dont workfor mother nature. i work for you.two of his backbenchers distribute documents from a stack.ludlow takes one and reads from it.ludlow (contd)whereas the chief executiveofficer has engaged in wasteful andnegligent business practices tofurther his own personalenvironmental beliefs -whereas these practices have affected the financial performanceof the company by incurringsignificant losses -whereas the shareholders have beenmaterially harmed by these losses -thereby, be it resolved that johnparker hammond should be resolved fromthe office of chief executiveofficer, affective immediately. mr.chairman, i move the resolution beput to an immediate vote. do i havea second?board memberi second the motion, mr. chairman,please poll the members by a show ofhands.the chairman signs heavily, feeling like a traitor. he cantbear to look at hammond on the tv monitor.chairmanall those in favor of ingen corporateresolution 213c, please signify yourapproval by raising your right hand.it starts slowly, guiltily, but every hand in the room goesup. ludlow sits back, victorious. hammond, furious, raiseshis right hand, which holds a remote control, and points it atthe tv screen. it goes blank.cut to:ext. welders yard - nightsparks fly out the windows and doors of a shed in the middleof a welders yard. scrap iron and steel lies everywhere.somewhere inside the shed, a phone rings.the whoosh of the arc welder shuts off. dieter stark, a bigbarrel-chested man of forty or so, his face streaked with sootand grime, steps outside with a cordless phone, a cigarettedangling from his lips.dieteryeah.he takes a deep drag while someone talks on the other end. hesmiles and blows out a cloud of smoke.cut to:int. new york subway - nightsmoke turns into steam as a subway thunder into a stationunderneath manhattan. the door whoosh open, spit out somecommuters and suck up a few more.a tall man hurries down the platform, limping heavily, movingas fast as he can. the subway doors begin to close, but justbefore they meet - the man jams a cane in between, stopping them. the manis ian malcolm, fortyish, dressed in black from head to toe.theres a hard wisdom in malcolms eyes that may not have beentheres a few years ago - he know what you think, and hedoesnt . subway car - nightmalcolm finds a seat on the crowded subway car and sits down.he looks awful. tired. weathered. he notices a curious manacross from his is staring at his. malcolm looks away. thecurious man still stares. nervy, the curious man gets up andapproaches.malcolm(under his breath)shit.the curious man sits down next to malcolm, grinning.manyoure him, arent you?malcolmexcuse me?manthe guy. the scientist. i saw youon tv.(conspiratorially)i believed you.no response from malcolm. the guy leans in even closer.man (contd)roooooarr.malcolm(a withering look)i was misquoted. i was merelyspeculating on the evolutionaryscenario of a lost world. i neversaid i was in any such place.he gets up and moves to another seat on the car, away from thecurious man. as he sits down, he notices two other commutersacross from him are staring at him.he looks at them. they looks away.he pulls the collar of his coat up tight around him. nowhereto . john hammonds apartment - nighta uniformed butler has a question:butlerwhom shall i tell mr. hammond iscalling?malcolm stands in the foyer of an expensively decorated parkavenue apartment.malcolmian malcolma door opens and a little dog comes yapping out of the back.it bounds straight at malcolm, growling, jaws snapping. itlunges - and malcolm bats it away with one swift swing of his cane.the dog rolls across the floor and slinks away, whining. thebutler looks at malcolm disapprovingly.butlernot an animal lover?malcolmnot . hammonds bedroom - nightmalcolm enters a darkened bedroom. john hammond lies in thebed we saw earlier, on the other side of the room;medical equipment has been disguised as well as possible amongthe furniture and flowers, but the sheer abundance of it tellsus that whatever has stricken him is going to win this battle.hammondian! dont linger in the doorwaylike an ingenue, come in, come in!malcolm steps further into the room.hammond (contd)its good to see you. it really is.hows the leg?malcolmresentful.hammondwhen you have a lot of time to think,its funny who you remember. itsthe people who challenged you. it isthe quality of our opponents thatgives our accomplishments meaning. inever told you how sorry i was aboutwhat happened after we returned.noticing hammonds deteriorated condition, malcolm finds ithard to sustain anger.malcolmi didnt know you - werent well.hammondits the lawyers. the lawyers arefinally killing me.malcolmthey do have motives. why did youwant to see me? your message said itwas urgent.hammondyou were right - and i was wrong.there! did you ever think youd hearme say that? spectacularly wrong.instead of observing those animals, itried to control them. i squanderedan opportunity and we still know nextto nothing about their lives. nottheir lives as man would have them,behind electric fences, but in thewild. behavior in their naturalhabitat, the impossible dream of anypaleontologist. i could have had it,but i let it slip away.(pause)thank god for site b.malcolm just looks at him for a long moment.malcolmwhat?hammond(a spark in his eye)well? didnt it all seem a triflecompact to you?malcolmwhat are you talking about?hammondthe hatchery, in particular? youknow my initial yields had to be low,far less than one percent, thats athousand embryos for every singlelive birth. genetic engineering onthat scale implies a giant operation,not the spotless little laboratory ishowed you.malcolmi dont believe you.hammondisla nublar was just a showroom, ian,something for the tourists, site bwas the factory floor. we built itfirst, on isla sorna, eight-somemiles from nublar.malcolmno, no, no, no, no, no . . .hammondafter the accident at the park, ahurricane wiped out our facility onsite b. we had to evacuate and leavethe animals to fend for themselves.and they did. for four years ivefought to keep them safe from humanmeddling, now i want you to go thereand document them.malcolmare you out of your mind? i stillhave nightmares, my reputations ajoke, my leg is shot - you think ineed more of that?hammondit would be the most extraordinaryliving fossil record the world hasever seen.malcolmso what?hammonnd picks up a thick file folder from the night table nearto him and open it on his lap. inside, there are memos,charts, maps and photographs.hammondive been putting this together forover a year.(more)i have personal suggestions for yourentire team, phone numbers, contactpeople. they wont believe you aboutwhat theyre going to see, so dontbother trying to convince them. justuse my checkbook to get them there.ill fund your expedition through mypersonal accounts, as such money andequipment as you need, but only ifyou leave immediately. if wehesitate, all will be lost.malcolmjohn . . .hammondyoull need an animal behaviorist,someone with unimpeachablecredentials. i believe you alreadyknow sarah harding. shes gottheories about parenting andnurturing among hunter/scavengers ibet shed be dying to prove on ascale like this. if you convince herto go, itll be a major coup. whenshe publishes, the scientificcommunity must take it seriously.malcolm just shakes his head, flipping through the file sadly.hammondyour documentation, you should useforensic photographic methods,hasselbladt still cameras, highdefinition video. when the trickphotography analysts take yourevidence apart, make it impossiblefor them to say there was enhancementor computer graphic imaging. oh,this is very important - avoid theisland interior at all costs. stickto the outer rim. everything youneed to know can be found there.vindication lies on the outer rim.malcolm gently closes the file and pushes it back to hammond.malcolmim not going, john.hammond(fatigue returning)ian, you are my last chance to givesomething of real value to the world.i cant walk so far and leave nofootprints; die and leave nothingwith my name on it. i will not beknown only for my failures. and youwill not allow yourself to go down inhistory as a lunatic. youre toosmart. youe too proud. dr.malcolm. please. this is a chanceat redemption. for both of us.theres no time to equivocate, wemust seize it now, before -he stops, staring over malcoms shoulder. malcom turns.pet