All language subtitles for Jurassic.World.Rebirth.2025.1080p.WEB.h264-ETHEL

(grand orchestral
fanfare playing)

-(birds chirping)
-(insects trilling)

♪ ♪

-(birds chirping)
-(animals chittering)

(bird squawks)

(monkeys chattering)

(low, deep rumbling)

-(monkey squawks)
-(leaves rustling)

(rumbling grows louder)

(monkey screeches)

♪ ♪

(busy chatter)

(radio static crackles)

SCIENTIST 1: How many times are
we going to keep doing this?

SCIENTIST 2: We keep running
it until the hybrid holds.

ANNOUNCER (over P.A.): We
are on security level five.

SCIENTIST 1: The deregs
took. No sign of rejection.

SCIENTIST 3: There's still
mutations in genome seven.

Thank you.

ANNOUNCER (over P.A.): All
genetic waste must be taken

to the cremation
chamber by 5:00 p.m.

ANNOUNCER 2 (over P.A.):
Tank 12 is offline

until genetic
modification stabilizes.

♪ ♪

WILLIAMS: All right.
Let's get this over with.

Here we go.

Oh. Yeah. Sorry. Hold on.

Okay. Yeah.

(keypad beeping)

Three, two, one.

SCIENTIST 4: Step up here.
Waiting for authorization.

(Williams sighs)

WILLIAMS: I didn't see
the labs, but I assume

we upped the soporifics?

(door buzzes)

DESANTO: Yeah. I'm
gonna have to go as high

as 0.5 milliliters
per hundred pounds.

SCIENTIST 4: Okay,
guys. You're clear.

Well, we don't want
to kill the thing.

Some days I do.

(sighs)

Oh, God.

ANNOUNCER 2 (over P.A.):
Tank 12 is offline

until genetic
modification stabilizes.

(air whooshing)

(door buzzes)

♪ ♪

(computer alarm beeping quietly)

(alarm stops)

(mechanical clanking)

AUTOMATED VOICE: Alert.
Containment failure.

-Hey, what's going on?
-(low growling)

AUTOMATED VOICE: Alert.
Containment failure.

Alert.

Containment failure.

(deep guttural clicking)

Oh, God. It's loose!

-(alarm blaring)
-(urgent chatter)

SCIENTIST 5: Run!
Containment is locking down!

(panicked chatter and shouting)

-The D-Rex broke free!
-We got to get out of here!

SCIENTIST 6: Seal the doors!

-Seal the doors!
-(screaming)

(grunts)

We got to get out of here!

Go! Go! Go!

-WILLIAMS: DeSanto! The door!
-Oh, God. Oh, God.

Oh, no! No, no, no, no!
No, no, no! Come on!

No, no, no! No!

-Okay, it's just... (stammers)
-No, no, no, no! It's okay.

-Come on. Come on!
-Just stick... Get the key in.

Three, two, one.

(breath trembles)

Come on!

Three, two...

-Come on!
-(gasps softly)

(deep growling)

Come on!

Open the door!

-Please!
-(heavy footstep booms)

(growling)

Please?

(whispering): Okay,
just turn the key.

It's fine. It's-it's okay.

Just turn the key. Just turn...

Yeah. Just please open the door.

I'm sorry.

(crying): Please
open the door for me!

-(screams)
-No!

-(whimpering)
-(roaring)

(screaming)

(crying): Oh, God, no.

(pained screaming)

(roaring)

(crying): No! Oh, no!

I'm sorry!

(screaming): Oh, no!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(horns honking)

WOMAN: Come on, what is this?

MAN: These things
were supposed to be

completely cleared
two years ago.

OFFICER: Yeah, well, I'm not
happy about it either, man.

They're trying to
get him up right now.

I don't know what you
want me to tell you.

MAN: What does the mayor
do, sit on his ass all day?

OFFICER: It weighs
40 tons, buddy.

Do you want to move it?

(over radio): ♪ Twelve
o'clock radio... ♪

WOMAN (over radio):
...out of Manhattan.

Uh, the cause of the jam is
none other than Bronto Billy,

thought to be the last surviving
sauropod in North America.

-Back to you, Bob.
-BOB: Thanks, Hailey.

So, yeah, the aging brachiosaur,
known to be in poor health,

broke out of the Cobble
Hill Park enclosure

where it had been living while
receiving medical attention.

-(dinosaur bellowing)
-(horns honking)

(busy chatter continues)

(newscast continues
quietly over radio)

KREBS: Oh, for God's sake.

Rest in peace already, but
get the hell out of the way.

ZORA: Damn, that's cold.

Geez.

I mean, even for New
York, it's pretty cold.

(scoffs)

Miss Bennett, I presume?

Hello.

Weren't we supposed
to meet at the, um...

You're not exactly
hard to follow.

-So, how did you hear about me?
-Paulo Pasolini, Blackwater.

Mm-hmm. Does he have
a message for me?

Yes. He said to say, "Felix
isn't himself today."

Um... okay, I'm listening.

Is that some spy stuff?
'Cause that is fantastic.

What is it that you
do at ParkerGenix?

My company is developing
a new medication,

and we have certain needs.

Uh-huh. That sounds vague.

And what does that
mean in this case?

They say you're good
at procuring things

and not asking a
lot of questions.

(chuckles) Do they?

They also say you're untroubled

by possible legal or
ethical implications.

Well, they need to shut up.

Well, take it as a compliment.

Uh, means you get the job done.

I lost a friend on my last job,

so I am not up for procurement.

Well, you don't
know what it is yet.

Yes, but you work for a
pharmaceutical company, right?

So... You called me.

I'm spec ops, so it's covert.

I'm guessing info theft?

I-I'm sorry, I do retrieval
and extractions, not heists.

It's dinosaurs.

They may be through with us,
but we're not through with them.

Well, they are all...

They're all dead or dying, so...

Except for on a few
islands around the equator.

Yes, and those are no-go
zones for a reason.

You go there, you die.

Which is where you come in.

Oh. (chuckles)

No, thanks.

-Ms. Bennett!
-(scoffs)

Did you know that 20% of
the world's population

will die of heart disease?

That's one in every five
people on the planet.

Now, just imagine.
Take somebody you know,

anybody, and imagine that you
could be the one to give them

-an extra 20 years of life.
-That's very touching.

It's not my field, though.

And we have very deep pockets.

How deep?

For you, extremely.

Well...

I'm gonna need a number.

Ten, six zeros.

Including the one
that's in the ten?

No.

It's a fortune, Ms. Bennett.

The kind of money that would
mean you'd never have to put

your life on the
line ever again.

(laughs)

All right, what's the hitch?

Uh... (clears throat)

Possible criminal charges.

We are going to a place

where every government on the
planet has outlawed travel.

Well, we better not
tell anyone, then.

Yeah, that might be a problem.

He doesn't know it yet, but
we're bringing a civilian.

(dramatic orchestral
music playing)

-(music continues)
-(dinosaur grunts)

NARRATOR: The Neo-Jurassic Age

has proven lethal to Dinosauria.

Though some species can survive

in a few isolated oxygen-rich
tropical microclimates

clustered in equatorial regions,

where interactions with humans

and other incompatible
modern species is...

♪ ♪

WORKER: Banner coming down.

(workers continue chattering)

Okay, so this is
the left metacarpal?

Yeah.

(Krebs chuckles)

KREBS: Good morning, Doctor.

Sorry to drop in unannounced.

Can we have a word?

Sorry, it's a hell
of a day here.

They're closing us down.

Dr. Henry Loomis, Zora Bennett,

-our mission specialist.
-Hello.

Sorry, what mission?

Uh, guys, why don't
you just take a break

-for a minute, okay?
-(chuckles)

LOOMIS: Thanks, guys.

Dr. Loomis has been
advising ParkerGenix

for the past six months
on paleo-coronary health.

We're developing a
new drug, Paleodioxin,

derived from the largest
dinosaur species on record.

Computer modeling suggests
it could forestall

coronary disease by an
average of two decades.

Think what that might have
meant for your mother.

-I'm so sorry for your loss.
-(chuckles): Okay.

Anybody can read a file.

If you get personal,
though, I'm out.

I'm sorry for overstepping.

This, uh, research is crucial.

We just can't get it to trial.

We're unable to
synthesize the DNA,

so we need samples
from living dinosaurs.

And the species must
be a true colossus.

It's the biggest animals
across three categories:

seagoing, land based and avian.

Why the biggest?

Oh, it's their hearts.

The bigger they were, the
bigger their coronary muscles.

And they lived the longest,

over a hundred years for some
Cretaceous-era sauropods.

Which means the three
dinosaurs they need are

Mosasaurus, which
lives in the ocean,

and Titanosaurus.

You'll find them on land.

And in the sky, Quetzalcoatlus.

It's the largest pterosaur.

Each of them had
an average lifespan

of well over a century,
even before DNA refinement.

ZORA: Mm.

A drug that could prevent
heart disease would be

the biggest medical
breakthrough in centuries.

Yeah. And I'm sure it'd
be worth billions, right?

-Trillions.
-Hmm.

The only way for our scientists
to complete the strands now

is with blood and tissue
samples from living dinosaurs.

Wait. Y-You want to
take blood samples

from these animals
while they're alive?

Hemoglobin deoxygenates
within seconds postmortem.

Lividity and hypostasis
follow immediately.

Fortunately for us,
all these species exist

in one isolated location.

We're putting together a team,

and we'd like to
leave immediately.

We have competitors,

and Mr. Parker does not
tolerate second place.

Can you be ready tomorrow?

Dr. Loomis?

I thought I was just advising.

You are. In person.

We're not qualified to
identify the animals

or predict behavior.

Well... (chuckles)

Why don't you send an army?

You're a rich company.

Confidentiality.

The fewer people know
about this, the better.

I can guarantee your safety.

I mean, you know, more or less.

Oh, no, no. It's not about
my safety. It's just, it's...

-"More or less"?
-Yeah.

(hushed): What you're
proposing is really illegal.

Oh, did we... did you
tell him about the zeros?

That's not gonna work with him.

What are you talking about?

(scoffs)

You ever seen a
dinosaur in the wild?

I don't mean in a theme
park when you were a kid

or watching some poor creature
wander around town lost.

I mean in its natural habitat.

'Cause until you've done that,

you're just a guy
who visits zoos.

(Loomis sighs)

We sold a dozen
tickets all last week.

Five years ago, you'd have
to wait in line for hours,

if you could even get in.

(sighs)

Nobody cares about
these animals anymore.

They deserve better.

I just... I need a second.

No, yeah. (stammers) Take...

Take all the time that you need.

Take all the
minutes. Not like...

(Krebs sighs)

...your entire life has been,

you know, leading
up to this moment.

(Krebs clears throat)

(mint crunching)

(crunching continues)

(crunching continues)

-You ready?
-Yeah.

♪ ♪

(excited chatter)

(cheering)

(sighs)

("Movin' on Up" by
Primal Scream playing)

(lively chatter in
native language)

(groans)

(cheering)

-Three in a row! (laughs)
-(excited chatter)

KREBS: Captain Kincaid.

Martin Krebs.

We spoke on the phone.

KINCAID: Yeah, Krebs,
look, I'm sorry.

I thought it over,
and I can't do it.

I'd like to, just as a
favor to Zora, but I can't.

(laughs) What?

We already agreed on the phone.

You named your price.

It's not that. I just...

It's a little too
risky for my boat.

She's not paid off yet, so
I imagine you understand.

No hard feelings, Z.

-Hey. Two double rums. Merci.
-(chirping)

What the hell is
this? He's your guy.

Yeah. We spent ten years
in MARSOC together.

Duncan's the best. Otherwise,
I wouldn't be here.

Best at what? Drinking?

KINCAID: Fabrice,
not the guns, okay?

All right. Okay.

Moving things and people
in and out of places

they shouldn't be.

KINCAID: Trouble is, I really
can't do it this time, Z.

I'm sorry.

And I'm afraid that's final.

(stammers) That's a hell
of a setback, Duncan.

You promised me.

Uh, we're screwed now.

I'm sorry.

I hate to see this
all fall apart on you.

(sighs)

I'll tell you what.

Why don't you make some
sort of good faith gesture?

Like, maybe... you know,
I'm just spitballing here...

but maybe you could

double the number that
you and I spoke about,

and then I can
take care of Duncan

and his crew out of my end.

KREBS: Oh, I see.

(chuckles): That's very nice.

You guys cook this up on
the phone or just now?

Oh, I'm just trying
to help you out.

I don't have to sit
here and be insulted.

For God sakes, fine. Agreed.

-Great.
-Great. (sighs)

We'll loop up toward Barbados

to avoid government patrols,
but there aren't many anyway.

Why's that?

(laughs)

No one's dumb enough to
go where we're going.

(kids chattering, laughing)

(chuckles): Hey! Hey!

-Come here! (grunts)
-(dinosaur roaring on TV)

-Hey.
-ATWATER: Hey.

Over here.

-Hey, Z.
-(chuckles): Hi.

-Hey, how you been?
-Oh, good.

KINCAID: Bobby Atwater.

He'll be helping
with team security.

Security for...?

Make sure you don't
end up in one of these.

A live one.

Is there anything else?

Yeah, listen, I'm not gonna
be able to do this, you know?

I-I would love to as a
favor for you, Z, but...

-Oh, no, we ran it already.
-All right, cool.

So, when we leaving?

♪ ♪

-NINA: Hey, LeClerc.
-LeCLERC: What?

NINA: Did you see how
much Kincaid's paying us

-for this one?
-(chuckles)

-Oh, yeah. (chuckles)
-(laughs)

-We're in trouble.
-Hell yeah.

(radio beeps)

(static and distorted
chatter over radio)

KREBS: Well, the good news is,

the Mosasaur was
tagged in captivity

and InGen continued to
track it after its escape.

We bought their data when
they entered Chapter 11,

so now we track it.

Nobody else seems to
know much about it.

But...

that's it right there.

So, first sample
in 150 miles or so.

Very close to the equator.

But why... why near the equator?

Why don't they
survive anywhere else?

The fitness landscape of the
Earth no longer suits them.

Uh, the air is different.

Uh, the solar
radiation is different,

the insects, vegetation.

Everything is different.

But close to the equator,

it's nearly the climate
of 60 million years ago.

It's warmer and
rich with oxygen.

And the Mosasaur
generally circles

the island we're headed to.

There's a complex
there that was R and D

for the original park.

It was abandoned
after an accident.

We're gonna want to get
in, get our three samples

and get out as
quickly as possible.

Because even though
two dozen species

have survived there,
alone, for almost 20 years,

make no mistake, this is by no
means a controlled environment.

ATWATER: (chuckles) Yeah,
I think we'll be okay.

What are those?

ATWATER: Neurotoxins.

ZORA: How fast?

ATWATER: Paralysis within
a couple of seconds.

And then what?

And then you survive.

Is this the part where you, uh,

tell me it's a crime to
kill a dinosaur, Doctor?

No, this is where I tell you
it's a sin to kill a dinosaur.

(chuckles)

So, uh, what if it's
us or them? Hmm?

Then we've put ourselves in a
place where we don't belong.

(scoffs)

Mm, that's-that's kind of
our specialty, Dr. Loomis.

We have no intention
of harming the animals.

Let's just get our
samples and go home.

Gonna lose the light
before we make contact.

We'll make a run first
thing in the morning.

How does extraction work?

LOOMIS: These darts
collect blood samples.

You get one shot with each.

The Mosa has four
inches of hide,

so you must be within
ten meters to penetrate.

And it self-ejects when
it reaches capacity.

-(dart beeping)
-It should fire

a couple of hundred
feet in the air,

like a model rocket.

On the day, a
parachute will open,

and it will float
back down to us.

I'll take the shot.

Uh, remote biopsy
darting is pretty basic.

I'm sure I can handle it.

Oh.

(laughs)

Let me show you something.

-You feel that spray?
-Yeah.

ZORA: Now imagine the boat
rocking at 15 to 20 degrees,

we're moving at 30 knots, you
got sweat running in your eyes,

and you're close enough to look
that thing right in the teeth.

You got this.

Uh, please, be my guest.

Oh, really? If you insist.

(Kincaid laughs)

(laughing): I can't take it.

-(Kincaid laughing)
-(radio beeping)

I mean, it's-it's been
fun working with you, Z.

-What?
-But I think we just found our new team leader.

(both laughing)

No offense.

I mean, I don't know anybody
that could be offended by that.

That's mean.

(Kincaid sighs)

I heard about Booker.

(inhales deeply)

(sighs) Yeah.

I'm so sorry.

Yeah.

-What job were you on?
-(sighs)

Um, just a simple
training mission in Yemen.

Couldn't have been more
basic. Just a car bomb.

Out of nowhere.

Quick at least.

Not really.

(sighs) Shit.

He didn't deserve that.

No.

(sighs)

I had to tell his wife.

It was... it was brutal.

You can't keep
this up forever, Z.

No.

This work...

it breaks you eventually.

What do you think
I'm doing down here?

I'm just trying to, you
know, buy my life back.

Oh, really? I thought
you just missed me.

-Well...
-(chuckles)

You know what I actually missed?

Hmm?

My own mother's funeral.

Oh, wow.

Yeah.

That's terrible, Zora.

-Yeah, yeah.
-No, seriously.

That's, like, the worst thing
I've ever heard anybody do.

Thank you. That's so
supportive of you.

Oh.

God.

Please tell me you worked
it out with Amelia.

Well...

Whenever we looked at
each other, we just...

...just saw our little boy.

Easier for us both just to
go at it alone, you know?

We are very pathetic.

(laughing)

All right, what do
you say we stay alive?

And, uh, you know,
get rich this time.

Rich is nice, but
it won't be enough.

For sure.

Do something that matters
while there's still time.

Okay.

Don't just brush
that off. I mean it.

Don't wait, Zora.

Do not wait.

(sighs)

("Harmony Hall" by
Vampire Weekend playing)

♪ We took a vow in summertime ♪

♪ Now we find ourselves
in late December... ♪

You rationing those, honey?

I'm enjoying them.

(Reuben sighs, grunts)

REUBEN: It's a long way
across the Atlantic.

You're gonna miss
them when you run out.

Can I ask why you have
so many in your pocket?

So she doesn't eat them.

Ah, right.

Hey, honey.

Where's your boyfriend?

It-It's his turn at the wheel.

Is he coming or what?

Uh, I told him.

He's just getting dressed.

Okay.

(sighs) Okay.

Do you want to practice?

All right.

Remember, okay?

It's just like Dad showed you.

Under, under, around.

You guys ever wish
you had a boring dad?

-We do.
-Yeah.

(chuckles)

(Xavier grunts)

Finally.

-Good evening, Xavier.
-(exclaims)

What's up? (sighs)

6:00.

(laughs): I know.

(grunts)

I was out cold.

It's, uh, it's your watch.

Oh, I-I slept like a baby.

You've-you've got the wheel?

Man, I am so tired.

I'm gonna be honest.

I'd probably conk
out at the wheel.

I'll take his shift. It's fine.

No, no, no, honey,
we've been through this.

You need sleep. I need sleep.

It's your shift,
Xavier. Come on, man.

Reuben, can't we just
anchor, for once?

Use the anchor. We
haven't done that yet.

We only carry 50
meters of anchor chain.

It's 2,000 meters to the bottom.

XAVIER: Oh.

Kind of sounds like somebody
should've thought about that

-before we left.
-Do you have any idea

the weight of two thou...

I built this boat, okay, Xavier?

-I-I know what I'm doing.
-Oh, so you're good.

-You're good on the wheel.
-You know what?

Just grab another
hour. I'm-I'm fine.

-Yes. Perfect. You're the best.
-I-I got it. I'm fine.

Fist bump?

Give me some.

Never mind. Whoa.

Oh, you got licorice,
dude? I love this stuff.

I didn't say a word.

Not-not one word.

Good.

So don't.

What... did-did he
even bring a shirt?

Okay, clearly you don't see
the side of him that I see.

The naked side.

Hey. (scoffs)

REUBEN: I mean, I...

(sighs) I guess I'd hoped it
would just be the three of us.

You know, one last hurrah.

I'm going to NYU, not Mongolia.

REUBEN: I know. You're right.

What are those?

♪ ♪

Where?

One o'clock. Moving east.

Dolphins?

TERESA: No.

No fins.

Sails.

-(boat rumbling)
-(grunting)

Bella, grab the wheel.

(grunts, pants)

Left, left, left.

(grunts)

(both grunting)

Something big sideswiped us.

Sailfish?

Bigger.

Is it the you-know-what?

No, hon, it's not
a you-know-what.

Barely any left.

ISABELLA: I hate those things.

I wish they never came back.

I just think we
should... (screaming)

-(dinosaur roaring)
-(all shouting)

(Isabella screaming)

(screaming)

Hold on!

-Dad! Dad!
-Teresa!

-Xavier's inside!
-I'll get him. Get to the top.

Get to the top!

TERESA: Swim!

Xavier!

-It's not opening!
-Let it fill with water!

-Reuben, it won't open!
-Let it fill!

-Let it fill, then you can open the door!
-Why?

Get the radio! In the red bag!

The red bag! The emergency bag!

-Get up!
-Okay. (grunts)

TERESA: Go!

-Where is it?
-Get it!

-I can't find it!
-It's in the bag!

The emergency bag!
The emergency radio!

Okay. (panting)

Dad!

TERESA: Xavier!

Hey! Just get out!

(inhales deeply)

(inhales deeply)

-Teresa!
-Bella! Bella, hold on!

(dinosaur bellowing)

-Xavier!
-Xavier!

-Dad!
-Dad!

Dad!

-Xavier!
-Dad!

Dad!

(gasps) Honey!

Dad!

Where's Xavier?

What happened?

-Dad, where is he?
-I don't know.

(panting)

I'll go back down.
I'll keep looking.

(Xavier gasping)

Xavier!

-Xavier!
-(bellowing)

Xavier!

-Xavier, swim!
-Hey! Hey!

Xavier, hurry! Swim!

-Xavier!
-Come on!

(bellowing)

(panting)

-Come on! Come on! Come on!
-Swim, Xavier!

-Faster! Come on!
-Hurry!

ISABELLA: Xavier!

Come on!

(bellowing)

(grunting)

Dad.

I...

I got the bag.

(thunder rumbling)

("This Girl" by Cookin' on 3
Burners playing over stereo)

♪ Money rains... ♪

(conversing in French)

♪ But keep the change
'Cause I've got enough ♪

(both laughing)

-♪ A little time... ♪
-(song fades)

♪ ♪

(door opens)

Am I interrupting?

Oh. (mumbles)

It's fine.

I can't sleep. (chuckles)

(chuckles) Well, they say if
you can sleep the night before,

you should probably quit.

You don't hear that
much in museum work.

You want to sit down?

Can I ask what
was bothering you?

Maybe a little PTSD.

I probably should've
taken some more time off

after my last job.

What are you?

Like a mercenary?

Uh, situational
security and reaction.

So a mercenary, then.

(chuckles)

Well, still, sounds way
more exciting than my life.

ZORA: Yeah?

How exactly?

Well, I have never been shot at.

-No?
-Mm-mm.

Well...

(stammers)

There's still time.

Good night, Doctor.

Good night.

(seagulls calling in distance)

(static crackling)

REUBEN (over radio):
Mayday. Mayday. Mayday.

This is the Mariposa.
(garbled): Mayday. Mayday.

Last known position:
24... (garbled speech)

(garbled radio
chatter continues)

(snoring)

(toy dinosaur roaring)

(gasps)

-What's our distance to target?
-(groans, sighs)

Just resting your eyes, huh?

Euh, ouais.

Merci.

No French before breakfast.

(garbled radio
chatter continues)

REUBEN (over radio):
Mayday. Mayday. Mayday.

This is the Mariposa.
We are sinking.

Last known position:
24 degrees, 33 north

and 74, 56 west.

We are sinking.

ZORA: The-the signal
was clear, right?

I mean, you-you sure
you heard a mayday?

-KINCAID: Positive.
-But did you get a location?

Down to ten square meters.

They sent a DSC.

28 miles away.

ATWATER: Well, that's...
that's 28 miles, you know,

in the opposite direction.

What? Bobby, what, do you
want to leave them? Come on.

Nah, of course not.

I'm saying this guy
has a working radio,

and, you know, he can
transmit his location.

It's true. It's not as if
they're gonna freeze to death.

I mean, I'm saying, like,
help is gonna be on its way.

There's probably a coast guard
ship on its way right now.

NINA: Two miles!

Look, we are three minutes
away from this Mosasaur, which,

may I remind you, is
what we came here for.

The Mosasaur is tagged.

We found it once,
we'll find it again.

Maybe we can, but, Z,
we're talking about

tens of millions
of dollars here.

And all they need to
do is just float around

for a couple of hours.

I've got visual! 13
degrees off the port side!

LOOMIS: That's it.

Okay, I have to
agree with Mr., um...

-ATWATER: Atwater.
-...Atwater.

-The Mosasaur first.
-Right.

Right?

LeClerc, new course.

24, 33 north, 74, 56 west.

Flank speed.

LeCLERC: Aye, aye.

We're search and rescue now.

It's my charter.

It's my boat.

(Xavier groans, sighs)

♪ ♪

(rummaging in bag)

TERESA: Oh, my God.

XAVIER: Is that... is that...

-Oh, my God. Hey.
-TERESA: Oh, my God.

XAVIER: Hey! Hey!

-TERESA: Hey, over here!
-Over here!

TERESA: I don't know. It was,
like, the size of the boat.

REUBEN: Bigger.

50 feet, 70. I-I don't know.

LOOMIS: It was a snakelike body

with a large skull
and a long snout?

-Yes. Yes.
-And limbs like paddles?

-Yes. Yes.
-A long tail region with a downcurved end?

XAVIER: Look, man,
that's what it is.

-What else it could be?
-What the hell you doing

this far out with a little kid?

Uh, we're just
making a crossing.

Barbados to Cape Town.
We've-we've done it before.

Shouldn't they be in school?

They are.

It's summer break.
Wh-What is your problem?

My problem is you
should've known better.

How?

There are 50,000 boats
on this ocean right now.

One was attacked by a
Mosasaur. Wh-What are the odds?

Duncan, let it go, okay?

You know you're not
pissed off at him.

Okay? These kids are safe now.

All right... (stammers)
I don't understand.

Why would a Mosasaur
attack a 45-foot sailboat?

It's not food.

LOOMIS: Maybe it thought
the boat was a rival,

and it wanted to
eliminate any competition.

-How far off course are we?
-28 miles.

And how long to
reacquire the target?

Uh, two hours, maybe.

Depends how fast it's moving
and in which direction.

Well, what say we
turn the boat around

and get the mission
back on track?

Oh, wait, wait, wait.
How fast what's moving?

Wh-What mission?

So... (chuckles) About that.

-It's, uh...
-TERESA: Okay.

So, exactly what are
you guys doing here?

Uh, we are gonna take a detour
and pick up a few items,

-and that's it.
-(scoffs)

What-what items?

-It's okay, honey. It's okay.
-Wh-What is she talking about?

Hey. That guy?

-Hi. Excuse me.
-Creeping me out.

-What'd I do?
-You're creeping me out.

Can we get the tracking
map up, please?

Uh, all right, look, look.

Uh, we understand you've
got your own business,

and... and, um, we're
very grateful to you.

You pulled us out of the water.
We're not gonna forget that.

-But can you just drop us off and...
-Is that it?

-REUBEN: That would be great.
-NINA: Flip this up. Pardon.

It's hard to tell.

You can leave us at
any convenient port.

Please.

Yeah?

KINCAID: The
software's ghosting.

It's doubling the signal.

Maybe it's just
echoing off our boat.

-That's not an echo.
-TERESA: What?

-What is it you need to get?
-That's two signals.

(Nina speaking French quietly)

So we already found it?

No, no.

It found us.

(alarm blaring)

-Oh, no, no. Come on, guys.
-TERESA: Okay...

-(boat rumbling)
-(all gasping)

-LOOMIS: Whoa.
-ATWATER: Whoa.

-LOOMIS: It's here.
-KINCAID: Nina, tell me something.

NINA: Everything's
online. It's fine.

TERESA: Okay, so we
just got away from it,

and you guys have
been chasing it?

NINA: Uh, starboard. Yeah, yeah.

KREBS: Guys, listen.

We're gonna be a
couple of minutes tops,

then we're all going to this
island like she said, okay?

There's a village complex there

with geothermal energy
that still works.

You can wait there.
You'll be totally safe.

-XAVIER: What?
-TERESA: Oh, my God.

KINCAID: There. Starboard.

-KREBS: Okay.
-ZORA: Let's go!

Take the wheel.

-I'll get a bearing.
-Aye, aye.

♪ ♪

(bellowing)

Ah! It's beautiful!

-NINA: Yes!
-Whoo!

Let's go!

(bellowing)

We're losing her!

ZORA: Loomis! I need
you to secure me

-to the bow rail.
-LOOMIS: Okay.

ZORA: Make it tight.

-Like this?
-Yeah.

-The other side.
-Okay.

Remember, don't fire until
it's within ten meters.

ZORA: Got it.

All right.

Nina, I need
command up here now.

(console beeping)

Comm is yours.

(bellowing)

Come on. Come on!

We got to be closer! Move it!

Hey. Get up here and spot.

NINA (over radio): On my way.

20 meters.

Almost in range!

15 meters.

Copy.

(groans): Ah.

(bellowing)

-(groans)
-Another dart.

Okay.

Come on!

(Isabella whimpering)

(bellowing)

It's coming at us! Turn! Turn!

Quick! It's in range!

Come on!

There, go!

(roaring)

(Zora grunting)

(growling)

Hey! (grunts)

Help me up! Help me!

(grunting)

KREBS: Come on!

Take the shot!

(dart beeping)

(laughs)

(yells)

(panting)

(shouts)

It worked!

Yes! Come down ten knots!

Hard starboard.
Down ten. Down ten.

NINA: There it is!

Port side off the stern rail.

(panting)

LOOMIS: I got it! I got it!

(grunts)

-Nice shot.
-(chuckles)

Nice rocket.

-That was fantastic.
-Yeah!

-(laughter)
-That was genius.

(conversing in French)

(laughter)

-Yes.
-That was good.

-That worked. That worked.
-(LeClerc speaking French)

LOOMIS: Oh, God.

(excited chatter continues)

(laughter)

(LeClerc speaking French)

(quiet chatter)

-LOOMIS: Hey.
-ZORA: Hey.

What if we don't?

What if we don't what?

Well, what if we get the samples

and we don't give
them over to a company

that makes a lifesaving
drug and then prices it

so 99% of the planet
can't afford it?

Science is for all of
us, not some of us.

Have you thought about that?

No, I guess I haven't.

Well, then maybe
you should start.

-Maybe you should stop.
-ISABELLA: Dad, please.

-(Xavier hyperventilating)
-REUBEN: Hey, Xavier.

Head between your
legs, deep breaths.

Hey. Deep breaths. Deep breaths.

Dad, I think I'm gonna be sick.

It's all right. Just breathe.

(Isabella breathing heavily)

(latches click, case beeps)

TERESA: Those things
from the boat.

They're... they're-they're back.

-Oh, my God.
-ISABELLA: Dad?

What the hell are those?

REUBEN: Sit down,
honey. Stay close.

Spinosaurus.

(laughs) It's mutualism!

(dinosaurs grunting)

Interspecies symbiosis!

Those Spinosaurus,

they help the Mosasaur hunt.

They help it kill!

-Well, that's discouraging.
-(gun racks)

(dinosaur grunts)

These are our waters now.

(grunts)

(all gasping)

KINCAID: Over here!
There's another one!

KREBS: There! Seven
o'clock! Hurry! Quick!

(gunfire)

Bobby. Bobby, Bobby.

-Look out!
-(roaring)

(screaming)

(straining)

(breathing heavily)

-(roaring)
-(screaming)

Bobby! Bobby, no!

-(panting)
-(Atwater choking)

(roaring)

(grunting)

(screams)

(grunting, screaming)

Dad! (screaming)

-Dad!
-Bella!

(screaming)

-(straining)
-(bone cracks)

(whimpering) Dad!

(straining): Oh, my God. Oh.

KREBS: What are you doing?
You're heading into the rocks!

KINCAID: I can
outrun those things.

The Mosasaur can't go
into shallow water.

(bellowing)

Everybody, hold on to something!

(pained groaning)

-I can't move my leg, honey.
-(crying)

If we hit those rocks,
we're gonna wreck.

Tie these to
everything you need.

Be ready to jump.

(bellowing)

It's fast.

LeClerc, the
engine's overheating.

Teresa, get back inside.
Get on the radio.

Mayday three times and
send coordinates. Go!

Three times, send
coordinates. Got it.

REUBEN: Hang on, honey.

Isabella. Isabella,
hey, look at me.

It's gonna be okay. Listen.

(panting)

Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!

-Okay. Hang on. Hey, hey, hey.
-Is anybody there?

-Mayday! Mayday!
-Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop.

-Please! Hey!
-Stop.

Just stop. Stop for a second.

What do you mean, "stop"?

(chuckles): W-We got to
handle this ourselves.

-What?
-This is the...

-This is the protocol.
-Are you crazy?

-No! Mayday. No. No, no, no.
-Just give me the... Hey.

-No. Whoa. Hey.
-Hey, Mayday! Mayday!

Back off! (grunts)

(whimpering)

(crying): Please help me.

Please. Help me, please.

Please.

Please help me.

Grab my hand, please.

Dad!

(screams)

Sweetie! Teresa!

No!

Teresa!

(grunts)

XAVIER: Teresa! (grunts)

REUBEN: Teresa! No!

(dinosaur bellowing)

Man overboard!

Listen to me. We're
going in the water now.

Yes. The boat's gonna crash.

We have to. Your sister's there.

-You understand? Hey. Hey.
-(whimpering)

Hey. I'm here. Okay?

All right? I've got you.

-You're all right.
-Daddy.

Come on. Come on!

Get ready. On the
count of three.

-One, two, three!
-Hey!

Hey! We need to stick together!

LOOMIS: Keep going!

(bellowing)

-(roaring)
-(Nina grunting)

(Zora grunting)

(gasps)

(metal grinding)

Whoa! Get down!

(grunting)

(grunts)

(panting)

-(roaring)
-(engine sputtering)

(both grunt)

Zora! It can't go
in the shallows!

Jump! Go! Jump!

(bellowing)

(laughs)

Told you! (yells)

(yells)

(seagulls squawking)

♪ ♪

(both panting)

I thought I lost
you. Are you okay?

He let me fall.

-Who?
-The guy on the boat.

He tried to kill me.

I knew he was creepy!

REUBEN: Teresa? Teresa?

Dad!

-I'm okay. I'm okay.
-Yeah?

-I got you. Oh, thank God.
-(grunts)

-You all right? Are you good?
-You okay?

Let's get out of the water.

(grunting)

(groaning)

(metal creaking)

-(roaring in distance)
-(gasps)

LOOMIS: Keep moving!

They're amphibious!

(snarling in distance)

(grunts)

(coughing)

KINCAID: LeClerc, you okay?

(breathing heavily)

LOOMIS: Move! Keep going!

(sighs)

(softly): We made it.

-LOOMIS: I've got it here.
-Do we still have the case?

(Loomis grunting)

ZORA: You got that side?

-LOOMIS: We're getting there. Pull.
-Yeah.

(Nina straining) -LOOMIS:
Yeah. Come on. Grab it.

Keep going. Yeah.
Go on. Grab it.

Keep moving.

It's all right. Just
keep going to the beach.

(panting)

-(roaring)
-(screaming)

Nina!

Nina! Nina!

Nina!

Nina!

Nina!

Kincaid!

Nina!

♪ ♪

-(Isabella crying softly)
-Hey. Hey.

I know. I know.

It's okay, honey.

They said there's
a village here.

We'll find it and get help.

All right? You don't
feel like talking?

It's okay, honey.
You don't have to.

(Reuben panting)

You'll be okay.

She'll be okay, right?

Uh, yeah.

(birds chirping and calling)

Oh, wow.

So, like...

when an old person buys a bed...

...do you think,
before they buy it,

they look at it and they go,

"Oh, wow, man, this is...
this is my deathbed"?

(animals calling in distance)

Because I'm thinking that...

...right now.

I think we got it.

Come on. Let's go
find this village.

-Hurry up.
-(roar in distance)

We can't stay here.
They'll come back.

-They're more like mutations.
-What do you mean, "mutations"?

-Abnormalities, deviations.
-I know what the word means.

What does it mean
here, where we are?

KINCAID: What are
you talking about?

This island that we're on,
Mr. Roarke here didn't tell us

everything that we need to know.

Look, dinosaurs are dinosaurs.

-What difference does it make?
-Okay, okay. Fine.

Don't tell us. We could
just leave you here.

-It's fine.
-Fine.

So, this island was a
laboratory of sorts.

They conducted
experimental work here.

-What kind of experiments?
-Crossbreeding of species.

The theme park owners
were just responding

to what the audience wanted.

They were tired of looking
at the same old thing.

"Engineered entertainments,"
they called them.

Genetically altered freaks?

Yeah. And you don't
want to do that

in the middle of a
theme park, do you?

Ideally, you don't try
weird genetic shit at all.

Well, they learned
that the hard way.

Any that were malformed

or just too damn hard
for anybody to look at,

they left them here.

(animals calling in distance)

LOOMIS: Well, that's inhuman.

Why not just euthanize them?

The average cost of a created
species is $72 million.

What would you do?

Kill it and have
to tell your bank

or just carry it
forward under R and D?

What would I do with
mutant dinosaurs

from an accounting perspective?

Is that really the question?

(roaring in distance)

Can we please just
hurry this along?

ZORA: Everybody,
please stay cool.

-Our situation hasn't changed.
-Two of our friends just died.

Clearly, the situation's
changed quite a bit.

Yes, and that's horrible.

But this is where we
are now, desperate,

and that's not any
different than before.

We were all desperate
to begin with.

Otherwise, we wouldn't
have come. Right?

You, you specialize in a subject
nobody cares about anymore.

You're about to be out of a job.

You need this. I want the money.

You want the money.

Your company wants
all the money.

We still have that case.

First sample's in it.
Let's get the other two.

KREBS: That's a great idea.

KINCAID: We have no weapons, Z.

We never did. I
mean, not really.

We had a... a few toys that
would have made us feel better.

They could have worked or not.

We are where we're
supposed to be.

We know what we're
supposed to do.

Let's just get what
we need and get out.

Those kids, the people
who went into the ocean,

they could still be alive.

I say we find them first
and then we get out.

Uh, get out how?

Does anyone want to
hear the backup plan?

KREBS: (chuckles) She
has a backup plan?

She doesn't get out of
bed without a backup plan.

ZORA: I hired an exfil team

to monitor our boat's
radio frequency.

So if we go silent for 24 hours,

they'll do a flyby at exactly
sunset on the second night.

But that's tomorrow.

Your plans showed
a village complex

on the southwest
ridge with a helipad.

They'll hover for
exactly two minutes.

If no one shows, they'll
leave. But if they see us...

Why only two minutes?
Why don't they just land?

'Cause pilots want to live, too.

LOOMIS: Oh, great.

Got to find high ground
before the sun goes down.

(animals calling)

(dinosaur roaring in distance)

We have to go now.

ZORA: Drop anything you
can't carry all day.

Just try not to die.

(panting)

♪ ♪

Warm.

There's geothermal power.

Must come through these
pipes from hot springs.

It must lead to the village.

(Teresa grunting)

Maybe there's a radio?

Great. (chuckles) Yeah.

We use that to get the
guy who tried to kill me.

Or, you know, to get rescued?

Yeah.

Then we'll get the
son of a bitch.

Right.

Okay, we follow the
pipes to the village.

Unless somebody's
got another idea.

XAVIER: I have some weed.

Might be a little damp,

but, uh, I feel like we
could just chill here, no?

You don't smoke... Do you smoke?

No?

(laughs)

Okay.

Dad, he's, uh...

he's clearly messing with you.

Ah.

(chuckles)

-(sighs)
-XAVIER: Yo, help me up?

Funny.

XAVIER: All right. No one
help me up. That's fine.

♪ ♪

(insects chirring)

ZORA: Maybe that family will
know to head for the village.

KINCAID: God, I hope so.

(animals calling in distance)

ZORA: How far to
the next sample?

Well, according to
the satellite imagery,

the Titanosaur herd stays
in the central valley.

We should reach them by dawn.

-(animal chitters)
-(gasps)

Be careful where you step.

Something just
moved past my leg.

Hey, you want to tell me

how the, uh, girl
fell over the rail?

The thing hit the
boat. You were there.

Oh. Uh, so were you, on
the bridge, next to her.

So there was nothing
you could do?

What are you implying?

This isn't your first
expedition, huh?

No, I've been on
digs since I was 12.

I studied under Alan
Grant as a postdoc.

I suppose you're in this kind
of situation all the time?

(chuckles) Used to be.

I hate the jungle. I
try to avoid it now.

Why is that?

Mm, you can't see three
feet in front of you,

and you always know
you're being stalked.

And the only place to
hide is underwater.

I refuse to die in the jungle.

My dream is I die
in a shallow sea

and I'm buried quickly by silt.

That's beautiful.

It's the best chance of
being fossilized that way.

(laughs)

You're a weirdo.

Thank you.

KREBS: You got to drop this.

She screamed, I turned
around, and then she was gone.

ZORA: Okay. All right.

If I find out otherwise,
though, we'll leave you here

and you can rejoin
the food chain.

(chuckles) I'm too smart to die.

You know, intelligence
is massively overrated

as an adaptive trait.

-Oh, yeah?
-Seriously.

Enlighten us.

Dinosaurs: pretty dumb, right?

And yet they survived
for 167 million years.

And we Homo sapiens,
geniuses by comparison,

only have about
200,000 years so far.

But with our huge
cranial cavities,

we're so smart,

we already have the capacity
to annihilate ourselves.

I doubt we make it
to even one million.

(scoffs) Hold on.

Don't we rule the Earth?

We got to be doing
something right.

We don't rule the Earth.

We just think we do.

I mean, sure, we're
changing the environment,

but that makes us the ones to
worry about, not the planet.

When the Earth gets
tired of us, believe me,

it will shake us off
like a summer cold.

Of all species that
have existed on Earth,

99.9% of them are now extinct.

Survival is a long shot.

(sighs)

(water splashing)

Whoa.

You hear that?

Every day could be your last.

All right, everyone,
find a stick.

You'll need it to
clear your way.

(grunts, gasps)

(panting)

(chittering)

Bella?

It's okay.

It's little.

And see? And it's a plant-eater.

It's okay.

No. No. Go.

-Go. Shoo.
-(dinosaur whimpering)

(grunts) Hey, Xavier.

Yeah.

You jumped in after her.

-Yeah.
-(sighs)

Respect for that.

(chuckles)

Whatever, guapo.

Hard to like, honey.

Yeah. Took me a minute, too.

Let's do this.

(grunting)

(dinosaur grumbling)

Let's do this... (stammers)

But, like, going
that way, though.

ZORA: What are the
last two species?

LOOMIS: Uh, Titanosaur
and Quetzalcoatlus,

an 11-ton sauropod

and a pterosaur the size of a
school bus with 30-foot wings.

KINCAID: One of those little
buses like for field trips

or the full thing?

KREBS: Does it matter?

KINCAID: Just asking.

♪ ♪

(deep metallic creaking)

(animals chittering and calling)

(dinosaur grumbling softly)

(panting)

(fire crackling softly)

It's okay.

You get some more sleep
while I take it for a while.

Oh, no. I'm okay.

I know you're okay,
but it's my watch.

You sure?

Yeah.

(groans) Thanks.

Uh, the pipes, they just
go right up that way.

Hopefully towards the
village. All right?

You know, I was wrong about you.

No, you were right. I'm
lazy as hell. (chuckles)

She might be alive
because of what you did.

I don't even kn-know why she
wants to be with me. (chuckles)

Well, she... she
sees who you are.

Thank God she doesn't.

Hey. Hey!

Other people may
talk shit about us,

but we don't have to
do the job for them.

Otherwise, it becomes true.

Well, I got to take a piss.

(breathes deeply)

(dinosaur chittering)

(leaves rustling)

(chittering)

(clicking tongue)

Come on. (clicking tongue)

Come.

It's okay.

(clicking tongue) Come on.

(clicking tongue)

(chuckles softly)

(dinosaur calling in distance)

♪ ♪

(sighs)

(urinating)

(growling softly)

(exhales)

(spits)

(sniffs)

(hissing)

-(dinosaurs shrieking)
-(urinating stops)

(whimpers)

(shrieking continues)

(slashing, crunching)

-(roars)
-(grunts)

(slashing)

-(breathing heavily)
-(squawks)

(panting)

(urinating)

-KREBS: How much further?
-LOOMIS: Not far.

The Titanosaur herd should
be right across this valley.

ZORA: But they're
herbivores, right?

LOOMIS: Yeah.

ZORA: That's good.

LOOMIS: But the things
that hunt them aren't.

KREBS: Oh, great.

(Kincaid shushes)

KINCAID (hushed): Quiet.

(dinosaurs breathing slowly)

(dinosaurs continue
breathing slowly)

(dinosaur bellowing
faintly in distance)

(dinosaurs bellowing
faintly in distance)

(bellowing and slow
breathing stop)

(mint crunching)

(Zora sighs)

Hmm.

You want one? Mm.

(Zora sighs)

(grass rustling)

♪ ♪

(gasps)

(bellowing softly)

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Oh. (chuckles)

-(bellowing)
-(birds chirping)

(panting)

(bellowing)

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

(birds chirping)

You're a secret
adrenaline junkie, Henry.

This is our chance.
They're distracted.

Distracted by what?

(dinosaur bellowing)

(gasps) Oh.

(panting)

-LOOMIS: Oh, my God.
-Okay.

(dinosaurs bellowing)

You don't see that every day.

Or ever.

(breathing shakily)

♪ ♪

(sniffling)

(panting)

(bellowing continues)

(purring)

(bellows sharply)

(laughs)

(bellowing)

(chuckles)

Whoo!

-(dart beeping)
-(dinosaur grunts)

♪ ♪

(sighs)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(case beeps)

(dinosaurs squawking
in distance)

One to go.

Looks like we're climbing.

KINCAID: Hope you're
good with heights, Doc.

REUBEN: The guys
on the boat said

there was power at the village.

We just have to trust
that they were right.

XAVIER: Hey, how much
further you think it is?

A mile, maybe two.

(groans, grunts)

Is your leg okay?

Yeah, it just hurts
a little. I'm fine.

It's okay.

(dinosaur chittering)

TERESA: And, uh...

are we okay with... that?

(smacking lips)

It's helping her.

It's okay. I got an eye on it.

(grunting)

Mom's never gonna trust
you with us again.

(chuckles): Oh, God, no.

ISABELLA: Hey, guys.

I'm naming her Dolores.

XAVIER: Iz, you're alive?

(stammers) You talk?

I'm taking her home with me.

That may or may not
be a terrible idea.

Dolores?

Hey, you good?

Yeah, it's, uh...

it's just kind of
nice, you and your dad.

I don't know. Maybe
this whole thing will...

-(grunting)
-Xavier!

REUBEN: Bella,
Bella! Bella, wait!

-(Isabella screams)
-(Reuben grunts)

(all grunting)

-(Xavier grunts)
-(Teresa yelps)

(Reuben groans)

(all breathing heavily)

(Dolores chittering)

What's the smell?

(chittering)

ISABELLA: What's wrong with her?

What is she scared of?

♪ ♪

REUBEN: Help me up.

(grunts)

(Reuben panting)

Uh, we'll follow
the river. That way.

I see a boat.

You can't walk.

Xavier can help you
while I go get it.

All right.

Be careful.

Can I get some more licorice?

(Xavier sighs)

(whimpers)

♪ ♪

-(insect buzzes)
-(whispers): Oh, my God.

(Reuben grunts)

REUBEN (whispering):
Teresa. Teresa!

Hurry.

Just go. Come on.

(flies buzzing)

(chewing)

(dinosaur grunting)

(chirping)

(hissing and rattling)

(mutters)

-(dinosaur shrieks)
-(dinosaur grumbles)

(chirps)

(whimpers)

(squeals)

(panting softly)

(dinosaur breathing slowly)

(grass rustling)

(low growling)

(yawning)

(yawning)

(grunts)

(whispering): Come on. Come on.

-(shushes) Don't wake it up.
-Come on. Come on.

(growling softly)

(whispering): Move! Come back.

(panting softly)

Okay.

No.

Shit.

-(high-pitched chittering)
-(gasps)

(Dolores chittering)

ISABELLA (whispering): Dolores.

You have to go. It's not safe.

(snoring)

(whimpers softly)

Please. Go, go, go, go, go.

Shoo, shoo.

(grunting)

Come on. Come on.

(grunting)

-Don't. Don't. Don't.
-No, don't. Don't. Don't.

(air whooshing)

(grunts)

-REUBEN: Come on, honey. Come on.
-XAVIER: Teresa.

REUBEN: Come on.

-Come on, baby. Come on.
-(breathing heavily)

(dinosaur grunts)

(growling breaths)

Come on. Come on.

Okay.

(dinosaur squawking)

(dinosaur grunts)

Bella.

Come on, honey. Come on.

(Reuben grunting)

Help her. Help her.

-Let's go, let's go. Come on.
-(bellowing)

Grab the paddle. Quietly.

-(shouting): Go! Go! Go!
-(Isabella whimpering)

-Paddle!
-Come on!

-Paddle. Come on.
-Paddle!

(Xavier grunting)

-ISABELLA: Dad, it's...
-(Reuben shouting)

(screaming): Paddle!
Paddle! Paddle!

Paddle!

-Go, go!
-Go!

-Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on!
-Paddle!

-Hurry! Paddle!
-Come on, come on! Go, go, go!

-(grunting)
-Dig, dig!

Dig! Dig! Come on!

-XAVIER: Come on, come on, come on!
-(Reuben grunting)

REUBEN: As hard as you can! Dig!

Dig!

-Come on! Paddle!
-XAVIER: Go!

Paddle! Paddle!

(all screaming)

(bellows)

(roaring)

(gasping)

Isabella! Swim! Go! Go!

Bella!

(roaring)

Isabella! (grunts)

(bellows)

(inhales deeply)

(growling)

(roaring)

Bella!

-Dad!
-XAVIER: Keep going.

(roaring)

Come on. Hey.

Bella!

-Bella!
-Bella!

(grunting)

ISABELLA (muffled): Dad!

Dad! Dad!

Bella! Bella!

Dad!

-(roaring)
-Where are you?! Help!

(whimpering)

Dad!

-Dad! Dad!
-No. Isabella!

(grunting)

No! Bella!

(whimpering)

(growling)

(roaring)

Isabella, no!

(crying): No. No. No.

(whimpering)

(panting)

Bella. Bella, come
on! Come on! Swim!

Come on!

(roaring)

Dad!

Oh, God. Dad!

-Bella, swim!
-Come on, Bella!

-XAVIER: Bella, it's coming!
-REUBEN: Come on! I got you!

(frantic shouting)

-(roaring)
-(screaming)

(screaming)

(roaring)

You okay?

(all breathing heavily)

-You okay? You okay?
-(whimpers)

(all gasping)

(laughter)

♪ ♪

(birds chirping)

Okay.

It's a vertical slab.

Uh...

Looks like some overhang.

It's probably a 5.13, 5.15.

Well, at least we're going down.

I saw the pterosaur
circling a carved structure

cut into a natural ledge.

They were crevice nesters,
so it's an ideal spot.

Do we have to get a
sample from an egg?

I suppose we could try and
get it from the parent,

but they're a flying
carnivore the size of an F-16.

Hmm. Okay.

KINCAID: Clip him in.

Okay. (sighs)

(grunts)

-You good?
-Good? Yeah, good.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Ah.

I mean, I have a 20-foot
climbing wall in my gym, so...

Oh. There you go.

It's exactly like climbing that.

-Yeah.
-Yeah, but 25 times in a row,

and you're 500 feet up,
so if you fall, you die.

Okay, well, that's unhelpful.

(chuckles) Don't
worry. I got you.

(grunts)

(breathing deeply)

♪ ♪

Oh, God. (grunts)

(panting)

It's fun, right?

(dinosaur chittering)

Krebs.

Check this out.

(breathing heavily)

-(Loomis screams)
-Rope, rope!

(grunting)

You're doing great.

We got another 40 feet to go.

(dinosaur roaring in distance)

Time to move.

Okay.

(grunts)

See? Just like the gym.

(laughs softly)

C'est miraculeux.

Can you move the pitons?

I think we're gonna need
a couple minutes here.

LeCLERC: Okay, d'accord.

ZORA: What is this place? Huh?

Some kind of ancient temple?

It won't hurt the embryo.

Um, maybe we should, uh,
make this quick, huh?

Not without breaking
the egg sac.

You're a very
impressive nerd, Henry.

(chuckles)

What would the alternative be?

To what?

To handing the samples
over to ParkerGenix.

We open-source it.

We give it to the whole world.

A bunch of people
create the medicine,

nobody owns the patent,
everyone has access,

and tens of millions
of lives are saved.

It's all of us, not some of us.

I don't make any money
in that scenario.

Oh, no, you're broke as hell.

Yeah, I don't love that part.

(chuckles)

(dinosaurs snarling in distance)

(dinosaurs snarling in distance)

(chitters)

(squawks)

(gasps)

-(dart beeps)
-I've got it.

LeCLERC (in distance):
Hé, Zora! Attention!

(dinosaur chirping)

(chittering)

Uh-oh.

(squawks)

(roars)

(grunts)

ZORA: Hey!

Hey!

(squawks)

Shit. (grunts)

The sample!

(growling)

ZORA: Hey!

(grunts)

(squawks)

(growling)

(groans) Oh!

Kincaid! Pull me up!

-Kincaid! Help!
-LeClerc?!

(dinosaur roaring in distance)

Hey!

(groans) Kincaid! Au sec ours!

Krebs, pull! Pull!

Pull me up! Pull me up!

Pull me up! Pull me up!

You okay?

Yeah. You?

Oh, shi...

Oh! Quick!

(yells)

(grunting)

(grunting)

Henry!

(grunts)

(dinosaur squawks in distance)

KINCAID: Pull! Up!

Pull me up!

(screams)

(shouting in French)

Kincaid!

ZORA: Henry!

Henry, stop!

I nearly got it!

Henry, it's gonna
snap! Stop! (grunts)

-Hold on! Pull!
-(grunting)

-Pull!
-(growling)

Pull!

Oh, shit!

Oh, shit! LeClerc!

(screams)

(squawking)

(yells)

Come on! Here!

-(bellows)
-(grunting)

(both grunting)

Stop. Henry! It's gonna split!

-I've got it!
-(dart beeping)

(screams, grunts)

Oh, no.

Henry! Henry!

No!

(grunting)

(dinosaurs squeaking)

(gasping)

KINCAID: Doc!

You okay?

(panting)

(sighs)

Let's go home.

(breathing heavily)

-(animals calling in distance)
-(insects trilling)

♪ ♪

(animals chittering in distance)

(animals chirping and calling)

(Reuben grunting)

Isabella.

Honey.

Let's go.

We're almost there.

KINCAID: I see the helipad.

It's in the middle
of a reservoir.

No sign of the kids, though.

Will they even be able
to find this place?

ZORA: Hey.

Hey, there's footprints here.

Hello?!

Reuben! Teresa!

Zora, they could be anything.
They could be animals.

-It could be...
-In Nikes?

Listen, I appreciate what
you're doing. I really do.

-But we are in a crunch right now.
-Hello?!

-And we don't even know if they survived the rocks.
-Reuben!

-Okay?
-Teresa!

The helicopter's coming.

Well, we'll just have
the pilots do a low pass

over the whole island
while there's still light.

That is an incredibly
dangerous idea.

Well, nobody asked you.

Hello?!

KINCAID: Isabella!

Hello?!

XAVIER: Hello?!

Hello?!

Anyone, please!

Hello?!

(shout echoing)

REUBEN: Hello?!

TERESA: Is anyone here?!

ZORA: Hey! Oh, my God.

-You made it! Oh, God.
-Oh, my God!

-Oh, my God.
-Hi.

-You okay?
-LOOMIS: Thank God you're alive.

Where is he?

No, no, no. Where is
that son of a bitch?

-What? Who?
-That guy. The guy...

-He-he let me fall.
-Yeah, he tried to kill her.

Wait, wait. Who let you fall?

Hey, Krebs!

-I'm gonna kill him!
-Hey, hey, hey, hey, no.

REUBEN: He's got
a gun, Teresa. No.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Hey, let's just settle
down, everybody, okay?

TERESA: You stopped
me calling for help!

You wanted me to die.

What are you talking about?
I tried to catch you.

(scoffs) No, no, no.

You looked right at me
and you let me fall!

She's lying.

(scoffs)

If she's lying, then
why do you have a gun?

Because she's hysterical.

(Teresa chuckles)

No, I-I'm not hysterical.
I'm homicidal!

-Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
-Hey, hey, hey.

-Don't rush the guy with a gun.
-Enough.

KREBS: Whoa. All right.

All right.

Let's everybody just relax.
Why don't I take that?

It looks heavy.

And... I'll keep
it safe with me.

-(clears throat)
-(handcuffs click)

Now, we're all just gonna relax

and wait here for the
helicopter to arrive.

There's a helicopter coming?

Any minute. We just got
to make sure they see us.

Told you we'd made it.

Then we all get on the
helicopter and we forget

any ridiculous stories
about whatever she said.

-ZORA: I think we all need to...
-Stop talking! Stop talking.

(mechanical creaking
in distance)

(mechanical whirring)

It's the generator.

They must be on a timer.

(dinosaur roars)

The generator sounds angry.

LOOMIS: Maybe this
place is deserted

in the daytime.

But not so deserted at night?

(electricity powering up)

("Stand by Me" by Ben E.
King playing over speakers)

(echoing): ♪ When
the night has come ♪

♪ And the land is dark ♪

♪ And the moon is the only ♪

♪ Light we'll see ♪

-It's okay, honey.
-♪ No, I won't ♪

It's okay.

♪ Be afraid ♪

♪ Oh, I won't be afraid ♪

♪ Just as long ♪

♪ As you stand ♪

♪ Stand by me... ♪

(roars)

Whoa!

(squawks)

Oh, not that thing.

(snarling)

(snarling)

(roaring)

Run!

Split up!

Go. Go, go.

(roaring)

Reuben! Reuben!

REUBEN: Teresa, get the rack!

TERESA: What are they?

XAVIER: I don't know, but
they're mutant as shit!

REUBEN: Come on,
get to the back!

-(banging on door)
-(Dolores chittering)

♪ ♪

(snarling)

(banging on door)

(breathing heavily)

(electricity whirring softly)

The hell is this place?

It's a lab.

Crossbreeding, mutations.

It's where it all happened.

-(snarling)
-(banging on door)

(grunting)

(shrieks)

(Zora grunting)

ZORA: You're missing
it! Give me the gun!

KREBS: Get off me!

(Krebs screams)

(grunts, groans)

(vehicle creaking)

-(breathing heavily)
-(Dolores chittering)

-Dolores.
-TERESA (whispering): Bella.

ISABELLA: You found us.

TERESA: Bella.

DINOSAUR TOY: Yummy candy.
I'm gonna eat you all up.

-(Dolores whimpering)
-It's okay.

TERESA: Bella!

(gasps)

-(squawks)
-Bella!

(gasps)

DINOSAUR TOY: Yummy candy.
I'm gonna eat you all up.

(distorted): Yummy candy.

(grunts sharply)

I'm gonna eat you all up.

(whimpering)

(roars)

-(object clatters)
-(grunting)

(whimpering)

(hissing)

(whispering): Come on.

-(bottle rolling)
-Come on, come on.

(hissing)

(panting softly)

♪ ♪

(roars)

(sniffs)

(roars)

(grunting)

That way. Go, go,
go. Give me that.

KINCAID: Hey. There's
a tunnel system.

It goes under the whole island.

(clattering in distance)

(gasps)

The tunnel leads to the
ocean. There's a boat.

(helicopter whirring
in distance)

LOOMIS: It's the helicopter.

KINCAID: I'll get the kids.
You get the pilot's attention.

Don't let them leave, Doc.

Don't let them leave!

(dinosaur growling)

(heavy footstep)

-(dinosaur growling)
-(heavy footsteps approaching)

(deep growling)

♪ ♪

PILOT: I can't see anyone.

PILOT 2: Okay. We
circle for two minutes,

then get the hell out.

(breathing heavily)

(roaring)

(growling)

-(dinosaur roars)
-(vehicle clanks heavily)

-(engine starts)
-(car alarm blaring)

(roaring)

(grunting)

AUTOMATED VOICE: Caution.
Pedestrian ahead.

-(roars)
-(car alarm continues blaring)

(tires squealing)

Shit.

-(car alarm fading in distance)
-(panting)

(squawks)

(sniffing)

REUBEN (muffled): Down
the tunnel. Quick.

Okay, go, go, go, go, go.

That way, go.

TERESA: It's okay.
It's okay, Bella.

(snarling)

(sniffs)

(grunting sharply)

XAVIER: Come on,
come on, come on.

You okay?

TERESA: Which way do we go?

REUBEN: To the left. Hurry!

-Come on. Go, go, go.
-ISABELLA: I'm scared.

Okay, I'm gonna call it.

Let's head home.

Hey! Stop! Hey!

Down here!

Come back!

PILOT 1: Wait!

There.

Seven o'clock, low.

PILOT 2: I see it! Combing left!

(sighs)

Oh, thank God. Come on.

(panting)

Duncan!

They're coming back!

-(metallic creaking)
-(low growling)

♪ ♪

Hey!

-Quick! Down here!
-(helicopter blades whining)

(growling)

(all screaming)

KINCAID: Loomis!

REUBEN: Kincaid, is that you?

-Reuben!
-TERESA: Hello?!

-Where are you guys?!
-XAVIER: Hey!

-REUBEN: Down here! Hey!
-TERESA: Here!

-Hey!
-Hey!

KINCAID: Oh, thank God.

-TERESA: Get us out of here.
-KINCAID: Wait, wait, wait.

Just wait, wait, wait, wait.

-Whoa, whoa.
-Did you... did you see that thing?

Get inside. Get inside.

Okay, listen up.

-This is a drainage tunnel.
-(snarling in distance)

Leads down to the sea.

There's a... a dock with a
boat hanging on it. I saw it.

Wh-What about the helicopter?

No helicopter.

What?

-No.
-ISABELLA: Wait.

But what if the
boat doesn't work?

Hey. I'm not gonna let
you get hurt, okay?

All right. Come on.

This way. Let's get to the dock.

(car alarm blaring)

-Shut up!
-AUTOMATED VOICE: Caution.

-Pedestrian ahead.
-(dinosaur grumbles)

(grunting)

(car alarm continues blaring)

♪ ♪

(dinosaur growls)

REUBEN: Down the tunnel. Quick.

ISABELLA: I don't think
this is the right way, Dad.

REUBEN: Yeah, yeah.
Come on. Go, go.

TERESA: Zora!

-(screams)
-(dinosaur shrieks)

(gun clicking empty)

-(wheezes)
-Go!

-Are you okay?
-Go, go.

Krebs took the jeep.

KINCAID: If he gets to the boat
before us, he'll take that, too.

Come on, Z, we got to go.

♪ ♪

LOOMIS: There's the ocean!

Up there!

Hey, I see the
boat. It's that way.

KINCAID: How do
we open the gate?

REUBEN: It's there. It's
there. The control panel.

XAVIER: I-I'll go. I'll go.

Can you fit through?

(grunts) I'm trying! I'm trying!

Shit. (grunts)

(dinosaur roars)

XAVIER: Maybe we can lift it.

(dinosaur hissing)

-Guys? That thing is back!
-(others grunting)

ZORA: Again! All together, lift!

One, two, three! (grunts)

(all straining)

Hey.

-Hey, hey, hey. Isabella.
-Hey!

-No, no, no. No, no!
-Bella! Bella, wait!

-Bella!
-Come back here! Come here!

-LOOMIS: Careful, Bella. Be careful.
-KINCAID: Isabella!

Find the power button!

(chitters)

(frantic snorting)

(growling)

Hurry! We have to open the gate!

It's coming! It's coming!

-Hey!
-Hey!

-Hey! Bella! Open the gate!
-(overlapping shouts)

(grunting)

(roaring)

(growling)

(car alarm approaching)

AUTOMATED VOICE: Excess
speed. Slow down.

Caution. Pedestrian ahead.

(roaring)

(grunting)

KINCAID: Go, go, go.

(Krebs whimpering)

(snarling)

We got to go. We got to go.

-Teresa, come on!
-Come on.

(squawks)

Now, Z, now!

(roars)

(dinosaur hissing)

(grunting)

(grunts)

-(growling)
-(pained grunting)

-(roaring)
-(screaming)

(Krebs crying)

(screams)

(grunts)

REUBEN: Hurry.

The hoist control's
over there. Go.

XAVIER: How do you
get the boat down?

ZORA: Lower the boat.

XAVIER: But where's the power?

-ZORA: Here, take this!
-REUBEN: I got it. I got it.

-XAVIER: Turn it on.
-(alarm blaring)

REUBEN: The hoist is broken.

It's jammed!

XAVIER: Come on, come on!

(branches snapping)

(growling)

(Isabella screams)

(Isabella whimpers)

REUBEN: Bella!

Don't move, honey.

(whimpering)

(breathing heavily)

(growling)

LOOMIS: It's attracted to light!

Turn it off! Turn it off!

Give me the flares!

-What the hell are you doing?
-I got it.

-I got it. Go!
-No, no, no!

-What the hell are you doing?
-Hey!

-(growling)
-Right here!

You want me?

-Come on!
-(roaring)

Come on!

No.

Duncan.

This way! Hey!

Get your sister!
Get your sister!

KINCAID: Get out of here! Go!

Come here! This way!

-Come on!
-ZORA: Duncan!

Duncan!

KINCAID: Hey!

Come on.

Don't wait, Zora!

Get the kids! Go!

-Come on!
-Save them.

(roars)

(crying)

Come on!

Shit.

(grunting)

(growling)

(laughs)

Come on!

Yeah.

(yells)

(roaring)

(chain rattling)

Go. Get in the boat.
Get in the boat.

-Take the helm. Take the helm.
-Grab her, grab her, grab her.

REUBEN: Come on.
There's no power.

-Check the power!
-Zora!

ZORA: Duncan!

-Duncan!
-Zora, come on.

ZORA: Duncan!

-We have to go.
-Hey...

-Come on.
-(dinosaur roars)

ISABELLA: Dad, hurry!

-LOOMIS: Go. Come on!
-Dad, hurry!

-(ignition sputtering)
-I'm-I'm trying!

-I'm trying!
-LOOMIS: Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

-(frantic shouting)
-I'm trying!

(dinosaur growling)

(frantic shouting continues)

XAVIER: Reuben!

Come on, please!

-(engine starts)
-Go! Go, push it!

(roaring)

(roaring)

♪ ♪

ZORA: Kincaid!

Duncan!

(panting)

(panting)

(panting)

(sobbing softly)

(gasps) Dad.

Hey! Hey!

ZORA: Turn the boat around!

♪ ♪

There he is. I see him.

TERESA: There!

Yeah, there! Go!

Hey!

(laughs)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Who do we give it to?

You decide.

We'll give it to everyone.

Look.

♪ ♪

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♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

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(music ends)

(birds chirping)