Open Sea: A helicopter skims low over the shimmering Pacific. Hammond, Grant, Ellie, are huddled in the back of the chopper. There are two other passengers as well -- Gennaro, the lawyer from the amber mine, now dressed in safari clothes, everything straight from Banana Republic.
The other Dr. Ian Malcom, fortyish, dressed all in black, with snakeskin boots and tinted glasses. Malcolm, who finds it hard to take his eyes off Ellie, leans over and shouts over the engine whine.
Malcom: So you two dig up dinosaurs?
Malcolm laughs, finding this very amusing, which confuses Grant.
Hammond [turns to Sattler, annoyed]: You'll have to get used to Dr. Malcolm, he suffers from a deplorable excess of personality, especially for a mathematician.
Malcom explains he is a Chaotician, which Hammond scoffs at the title, and waves him off.
Malcom: Dr. Sattler, Dr. Grant, you've heard of chaos theory?
Malcom: No? Non-linear equations? Strange attractions? Dr. Sattler, I refuse to believe that you aren't familiar with the concept of attraction.
Grant just rolls his eyes as Malcolm gives Ellie an oily grin, but she smiles, enjoying Grant's jealousy. Hammond turns to Gennaro and gives him a dirty look.
Grant [to Gennaro, referring to Malcolm]: I bring scientists -- you bring a rock star.
Hammond looks out the windshield and sees the island up ahead, the others see it. Isla Nublar, it's a smallish island, completely ringed by thick clouds that give it a lush, mysterious feel.
The pilot pulls up over a spot in the clouds and starts to descend, fast. The helicopter drops like a stone. Outside the windows, they can see cliff walls racing by, uncomfortably close. They bounce like hell, hitting wind up and down drafts. As they near the ground, a luminous white cloud cross appears below them, a landing pad. The cross grows rapidly larger as the chopper plummets and finally lands.
Helicopter Landing Pad: Two jeeps are waiting for them. One of the workers opens the door and the group gets out. Hammond looks out, proudly. The group load into the jeeps as the helicopter ascends, making it's exit. The two open-top jeeps roar away from the landing cross. Ellie, Grant, and Malcom hold on tight in the front jeep, Hammond and Gennaro are in the rear jeep. Both cars have Drivers.
They pass through an enormous gate in a thirty foot high fence, which is closed behind them by two Park Attendants. There are large electrical insulators on the fences, warning lights that strobe importantly and clear signs -- "DANGER - 10,000 VOLTS." After the jeeps pass through, the attendants secure the gate and an activation light goes from red to green.
In the rear jeep, Gennaro is grilling Hammond about park security. Hammond assures all security measures have been taken and he should just relax
Gennaro: Let's get something straight, John, this is not a weekend excursion, this is a serious investigation of the stability of the island. Your investors, whom I represent, are deeply concerned. And 48 hours from now, if they're not convinced, I'm not convinced. I'll shut you down, John.
Hammond [smiles]: In 48 hours, I'll be accepting your apologies.
In the lead jeep, Ellie stares off to the right, fascinated by the thick tropical plant life around them. She tilts her head, as if something's wrong with this picture. She reaches out and grabs hold of a leafy branch as they drive by, tearing it from the tree. Hammond orders the driver to stop, and watches the three guests intently as the lead jeep comes to a stop also.
Ellie stares at the leaf, amazed, running her hand lightly over it, she calls for Alan's attention. But Grant's not paying attention.
He's staring too, out the other side of the jeep. Grant notices that a few of the tree trunks are leafless - just as thick as the other trees, but gray and bare. Grant twists in his seat as the jeep stops and looks at one of the gray tree trunks.