1    EXT    JUNGLE    NIGHT

    An eyeball, big, yellowish, distinctly inhuman, stares raptly 
    between wooden slats, part of a large crate.  The eye darts from side 
    to side, alert as hell.

    A legend tries to place us - -

    ISLA NUBLAR
    120 MILES WEST OF COSTA RICA

    - - but to us it's still the middle of nowhere.

    It's quiet for a second.  A ROAR rises up from the jungle, 
    deafening.  The trees shake as something very, very large plows ahead 
    through them, right at us.  Every head gathered in this little clearing 
    snaps, turning in the direction of the sound as it bursts through the 
    trees.

    It's a bulldozer.  It drops its scoop and pushes forward into 
    the back end of the crate, shoving it across the jungle floor towards 
    an impressive fenced structure that towers over an enclosed section of 
    thick jungle.  There's a guard tower at one end of this holding open 
    that makes it look like San Quentin.

    The bulldozer pushes forward into the back end, the crate THUDS 
    TO THE FLOOR.  A door slides open in the pen, making a space as big as 
    the end of the crate.

    Nobody moves for a second,  A grim-faced guy who seems to be in 
    charge (Robert Muldoon, although we don't know it yet).

                MULDOON
        Alright now, pushers move in.  Loading team move it.

    The movement as agitated whatever is inside the crate, and the 
    whole thing shivers as GROWLS and SNAPS come from inside.
    Everyone moves back.

                MULDOON (cont'd)
        Alright, steady.  Get back in there now, push.  Get back 
        in there,  Don't let her know you're afraid!

    The men go back to the crate and begin to push it into the slot.  
    The crate THUDS UP AGAINST THE OPENING.  A green light on the side of 
    the pen lights up, showing contact has been made.

    FROM INSIDE THE CRATE,
    we get glimpses of what's on the other side of those wooden 
    slates - - jungle foliage, MEN with rifles, searching searchlights.  
    The view is herky-jerky as the crate put into position.

                MULDOON
        Well locked� Loading team, step away.  Joffrey, raise
        the gate.

    A WORKER climbs to the top of the crate.  The search lights are 
    trained on the door.

    The RIFFLEMEN throw the bolts on their rifles and CRACK their 
    stun guns, sending arcs of current CRACKING through the air.

    The WORKER gets ready to grab the gate when all at once - -

    A ROAR from the inside the crate, and the panel flies out of his 
    hands and SMACKS into him, knocking him clear off the crate.

    Now everything happens at once.  The WORKER THUDS to the jungle 
    floor, the crate jerks away from the mouth of the holding pen flash, an 
    alarm BUZZER sounds - -

    - - and a claw SLASHES out from inside the crate.  It sinks into 
    the ankle of the WORKER. dragging him toward the dark mouth between the 
    crate and the pen.  The WORKER SCREAMS and paws the dirt, leaving long 
    claw marks as he is rapidly dragged toward the crate.

    Muldoon SHOUTS orders:

                MULDOON
    Tasers get in there, Goddamn it!