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Almost.

Almost.

Perfect.

Can I tell my men to take a break,
Mr. Farrington?

They're exhausted.Absolutely.

Three minute break,
everybody! Three minutes?

That's totally unacceptable.

Do you want to be
the one to complain

to Simon Masrani that
he's too demanding?

You... You feel that chill?

Is... something out there?

Ha, ha,
125 custom treetop villas for the ultimate

Jurassic World time-share
adventure! Beautiful, right?

Claire. Nuh, french fries.

King-sized memory
foam mattresses,

in-room latte machine,
high-speed internet.

A true back-to-nature
experience.

I'm sure it'll be great, sir.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I've had a long day

and there's a bubble
bath with my name on it

waiting for me at home.

Wait until you see
Forrest Farrington's plans

for the on-branch hot tubs.

Come to think of it,
he should have checked in

with his daily update.

Simon Masrani for
Forrest Farrington.

Come in, Forrest.

Whoa.

That may have been the
worst daily update ever.

Forrest,
tell me you're not injured

and considering a lawsuit.

This is awful.

There's probably a
simple explanation.

No. I pre-sold all the villas.

If they aren't
completed on time,

I'll have to refund
every deposit.

Claire,
will you drive up there and take a look?

Me? But... bubble bath.

I'd ask Vic Hoskins,
but I've noticed that where he goes,

expensive property damage
usually follows. Please?

I'm very worried.

I'll go... if you promise me

a complimentary spa
day at the park hotel.

Done. Thank you,
Claire. Yeah, yeah.

Right, Charlie,
give that shingle to Delta.

Good girl.

Now slide it over to Echo.

Mm-mm.

Echo.

That's it.

And Blue, you put it in place.

Perfect.

Hm?

Owen. I need your hel...

Why is your stupid
motorcycle on the ground?

Won't start. Still needs a part.

You know,
it's surprisingly hard to find a wheel

for this model in the
middle of the jungle.

Actually,
it's not that surprising.

Um, why are you tiling the roof
of your fishing shack at night?

Beats working in the hot sun.

From what I can see,
you're not working at all.

How dare you?

You think I'm just
kicking back and chilling?

Got the next
batch of roof tiles.

Hudson? What're you doing here?

My parents wanted
a "date night." Ugh.

Thankfully,
Owen volunteered to watch me.

No,
you volunteered me to watch you,

and they offered me 50 bucks.

So you put Hudson to work?

Kid says he wants to learn
everything he can from me.

So I'm kind of doing him a favor,
right?

Hey, y-you said you needed help?

There may have been
some kind of incident

up north at the treetop
villa construction site.

And you want some manly
muscle in case things get rough?

No,
I'm afraid I might fall asleep

driving up there
and run off the road.

And I want a dinosaur expert
in case an animal is responsible

for the screams I
heard on the radio.

Eh,
north side's a dino-free zone.

And I doubt any of the dinos

missing since those power surges

made it that far up the island.

You don't need me.
Unless you're scared.

Never mind.
Have fun babysitting.

Okay,
you said if I brought you the roof tiles,

you'd let me ask
you some questions.

So do raptors burp?

Would you rather work
with dinosaurs or people?

When you were taking a nap,

why did you call out
Claire's name so much?

Just in case,
uh, it's probably a good idea that I go.

You're coming too, Hudson. Yay!

What? We don't need a chaperone.

His parents paid
you to watch him.

You won't even know I'm here.

When you were
calling Claire's name,

it sounded like you
were crying a little.

Not now, Hudson,
we're on the clock, heh.

We can drop the raptors
at their pen on the way.

Come on, girls.

When I was wrongly disqualified
from the 3rd grade spelling bee

for using an alternate
spelling of "mollusk,"

I knew if I was gonna
make it in this world,

I'd have to look out for myself.

And that's what I did...

This is the single most boring
thing I've ever experienced.

And I've traversed
the Straits of Tedium.

Properly-named, believe me.

Now,
I'd like to talk about a special place.

"Special
place." This it.

The location of Cap'n
No-Beard's gold doubloons.

Of course,
I mean my imagination,

where I visualize
myself as a powerful king,

punishing enemies
who don't appreciate me.

Impossible. He got more boring.

I'm sure we can
find something to do

and still keep listening
for valuable information.

I spy with my little eye...
someone glaring at me.

Pork and beef tacos.

Problem?

Just another failed simulation

in my attempts to
give Mr. Masrani

the "cooler dinosaurs"
he's asked for.

But I think I've figured
out the problem.

Really? I've been
cross-checking against our files,

going over the gene
sequencing and calculations,

and I think there might be
a flaw in our DNA sample.

No, it's our computers.
They are clearly faulty.

I really doubt it's the computers,
Dr. Wu.

Just take a look...

I'm certain it's the computers.

I'm going down to
technical support

to insist repairs
are done right away.

Hm.

Maybe if we rearrange
this peptide string like this.

That's it.

Hello?

Mr. Farrington?

Anyone? Whoa. What was this?

An industrial crane winch.

They were used in the building
of both Jurassic Park and World.

That is one weird kid.

It's cold.
Wish I'd brought my jacket.

Don't worry, scaredy-Claire.

Maybe we'll find some
answers in Farrington's trailer.

I shivered because I'm cold,
not scared.

I'm not scared either.

Owen says fear is an
instinct that reveals weakness,

and predators can sense
it and take advantage.

That's why I try to
project beast-like strength.

That is one weird kid.

Thank goodness you're here.

Forrest? What happened?

I-it was terrible. Awful.
It started with a chill.

A chill like I've never felt.

And then, a horrible,
invisible presence

was suddenly in our midst.

Look out!

Help!

I had no
idea what was happening.

I have no idea what's happening!

It's the spirit
everyone talks about.

It's returned to destroy us all.

According to the workers,

long before John Hammond
brought dinosaurs to this island,

it was home to a ghost.

A ghost who doesn't
tolerate mortals in his territory.

I thought it was just
a joke. But... now...

Yeah. Okay. You guys don't
believe this is a ghost, do you?

Absolutely.Well.

Okay, I'd expect Hudson
to maybe believe. He's a kid.

But Owen, you're a man,
chronologically.

A man of science, no less.

I don't know,
Claire. I don't like to rule anything out.

When I was in the Navy,
I went all over the world.

And I saw a lot of strange
things no one could explain.

Ghosts are not real.

There are four tell-tale
signs of a ghost infestation.

One, a sudden drop in temperature. Two,
weird noises.

Three,
trophies taken from the victims.

And four,
people who believe in made-up nonsense.

Four is objects
moving on their own.

Like that.

Out, out, out!

Now do you believe?
Tell her. Tell her she should believe.

I don't know. You
know how I tell you

to pay attention to your instincts,
like dinosaurs do?

Uh-huh.

My instincts are telling me
we're not dealing with a ghost.

Owen,
you're pretty much my idol and everything,

but your instincts
clearly need a tune-up.

I'm with Owen,
but not because of any instinct.

In my experience,
if you look closely enough,

there's always a rational,
non-ghost-y explanation

for any occurrence.

Notice anything missing?

C-15 polished
titanium stabilizing bolt.

Manufactured in Gary,
Indiana at...

I think we're dealing with

a disgruntled construction worker,
upset about

working triple shifts,
not a ghost.

And I know about
working triple shifts.

Everyone out here! Line up! Now!

All right, I get it.

The hours are long,
the pay is low, the work is hard.

And I'm sure sometimes we
wonder why we even do this

when we could be
taking bubble baths.

Never mind.

Point is,
one of you has let your bad attitude

put your fellow
workers at serious risk.

Who sabotaged
the treetop villas?

Uh.

Was it you? Markus?

I don't remember
the weather forecasts

calling for any cold
fronts moving through.

There was a sudden
drop in temperature.

Then he was grabbed.
Where's his hat and flashlight?

Trophies were taken from him.

Hudson, don't cause a panic.

Okay. But...

Ghost!

We should probably go too.

Whether there's a
ghost in the jungle,

we don't know if it's
safe to stick around.

No. We're staying to figure
out exactly what's happening.

We know what's
happening. Ghost ghostiness.

We'll see.

I never thought I'd say this,

but I wish I was with my
parents for their date night.

Did I keep an alphabetized list
of everyone who wronged me?

You bet. Aaron Alan Abernathy.
Aaron Arthur Abernathy.

I spy with my little eye

something we've
only spied twice so far.

Is it that?

Junior the Second...

Yes.

Oh, yeah,
here's that thing about gold.

Jerry.

Jerry Gold. Totally
stole my idea

for a self-cleaning dental retainer,
and made millions.

Where is technical support?

Allison,
do you know if there's a support department

that supports technical support?

I think
I did it! Did what?

Fixed the computers? No.

I isolated a single nucleotide,

and then reorganized
the double-helix.

It needs triple-checking,
but with this DNA strand,

I... Hang on,
let me get Mr. Masrani

so I can show you
both at the same time.

Be right back.

Yeah, um,
you guys asked for tech support?

Finally. Yes,
our computers are malfunctioning,

and telling me I'm wrong.

Okay, no prob. Uh, first step is

to restart all the computers
with no programs running.

Now who's shivering?
You must be really scared.

North jungle has a
bunch of micro-climates.

We must be
sitting in a cold one.

Who's scared?

I'm just trying to
keep you warm.

Great. Another date night.

Ghost sign number
two. Strange noises.

Okay, that's unusual,
but not unexplainable.

I'm not going to commit
to believing in ghosts

until I see one with
my own two eyes.

Uh, guys.

I am getting very
close to believing!

Oh, no.

You know,
I've noticed Jurassic World

is tough on radios and Jeeps.

Uh, guys?

I'm really starting to hate
it when anyone says, "Uh, guys."

You know what we should do?

Run!

Perfect. In here.

This is bad. The only thing

spirits love to haunt more
than a jungle is a cave.

Ah, I gotta say,
i-it sure seems like we're in danger,

but my instincts
are still saying

we don't have
anything to worry about.

You stay out here and
have a nice conversation

with your messed-up
instincts. Tell them I said hi.

I'm going inside.

I should maybe go in there,
make sure they're okay.

It's true, sir. After all these
weeks of intensive research,

I think we may, may have solved

how to develop
functional hybrid dinosaurs.

I was having an amazing
dream about riding a pet shark,

and jumping it over
a pool of motorcycles.

You? What?

Complete battery of diagnostic
tests on all our computers.

That'll teach them
to tell me I'm wrong.

I had important research
on there. Make it come back.

All those numbers and stuff? Oh,
yeah. That's gone.

You saved it, right?

I'm going back to my shark.

How could you? You knew how hard

I'd been working,
and then I finally, finally...!

How could I know what you were working on,
Allison?

Besides,
the computers weren't even working right.

Actually, it looks like all your
computers are working perfectly.

What was that?

You mean,
there was no reason to open them up?

Nope. Zero. Heh.

Still, it's a good idea

to have computers
inspected once in a while.

That's what I thought.

That's it. I knew this
wouldn't end well.

What is all this stuff?

Oh, nothing,
just victim trophies.

We're standing
in a ghost shrine.

The ghost.

Well,
it's been nice knowing you both. Mostly.

Owen, if this is the end,

there's something
I need to tell you.

Uh,
then you'd better say it fast.

I just want you to know

that I think I... I love...

Hang on. Why aren't I terrified?

Why are my instincts telling
me we're still not in danger?

Owen? Don't point
that at the ghost.

You'll only make it...

A dinosaur?

A hybrid? That's what chased
us and did all the damage?

This isn't a ghost shrine.
It's the hybrid's nest.

Some dinosaurs are
attracted to shiny objects.

Maybe we should
leave her stuff alone

and get out of here?

Uh,
we're not getting past Big Head here

until we calm her down.

Easy, girl.

Shh.

Phew. That was awesome!

Remember you said,
I'd never know you were here? I know.

Whew.

That was awesome.

We did release
some unsuccessful hybrids

near here a while back.

Maybe their paddock fences

failed too,
when we had all our surges.

She's going back
to the Hybrid Area?

Yup. With the
fences working again,

that's the best place for her.

Eh, it doesn't feel like a good idea,
Claire.

Especially if Simon's gonna keep
expanding the park up this way.

Well,
Masrani Corp. Bought up several

of the uninhabited
islands around Isla Nublar.

I'll see if we can move
the hybrids to one of them.

Somewhere we can keep
an eye on them. Mm-hmm.

A metal-hoarding
dinosaur. Not a ghost.

I told you there's always
a rational explanation

for everything if you
dig deep enough.

What about the sudden
drops in temperature?

Micro-climates. Like I said,
the island's full of 'em.

You girls will not
believe the night we had.

Speaking of which,

you never finished

what you were saying
back in the cave.

About how you love...

Oh. Um. motorcycles.
Heh. I love motorcycles.

Which is why I grabbed you
this from the junk in the cave.

The exact wheel
I need for my motorcycle.

Uh-uh. Not until you admit

you were a little
scared back there,

no matter what your
instincts told you.

Hey,
my instincts are never wrong,

and I always...

OWEN Ghost!

Very funny, Red.

Claire!

You're all right.
I am so relieved.

Thank you, sir.

I'm going to go home
and get some sleep.

Of course. Right after you get
the ball rolling on my new idea.

Sir?

Remember my dream? No.

The shark? No.

The motorcycles? No.

Claire,
Jurassic World is going to be the home

of an extreme sports
stunt extravaganza.

Yay.

My instincts say Claire won't
be going to sleep anytime soon.

Good instincts.

Dream about
riding a pet shark...

This
is all John Hammond's fault.

If he'd pay me what I'm worth,

I wouldn't need to be out...

Huh? This is it,
mate! I remember!

This is where we see the map.

From digging,
and a heck of an appetite.

There. The third
piece of the map.

That's it. That's it.

And once we enlarge that image,

it's hello treasure and
goodbye Jurassic World.

All well and good,
but when you start your own park,

who's gonna make
your dinosaurs for you?

You're not that
kind of scientist.

No... but I am.

Whatever all this is...

I'm in.