This is hilwo’s complete list of all the voiceovers, which can be found in the game! To extract them, use either TPA Hack or the Level Audio Editor. Both files can be found in our download section.
BLOCK NUMBER | WHO / WHAT | LINE |
0. | – | Empty |
1. | Anne | Welcome to the city of tomorrow. |
2. | Anne | This was the place! This used to be just an urban myth. |
3. | Anne | I wonder what they left here? |
4. | Anne | I was a freshman when they had the first rumors. We watched it on the TV news in the common room… drinking cocoa from the kitchen. I said it would be nothing… just another cold fusion. |
5. | Anne | This has to go somewhere. |
6. | Anne | A phone, oh thank god. |
7. | Anne | This is like hiking in the woods behind my house. We used to pretend we were on a spy mission. |
8. | Anne | Three toes. |
9. | Anne | Looks like it ran off the trail for some reason. |
10. | Anne | What happened here? |
11. | Anne | Ah, this sucks! |
12. | Anne | Hello? Marquez! Are you there? Estas alli? |
13. | Anne | Orchids! |
14. | Hammond | A forest this wild, this unknown, has not been seen by any human since the great hunters of the early Pliocene. |
15. | Hammond | The mysterious John Hammond. Shady investor, multimillionaire, jovial mad scientist. |
16. | Hammond | The technology, the real trick of it, is still in there. In a darkened room in an empty building with a dirty floor, it waits… The flashpoint, the origin of Jurassic Park. |
17. | Hammond | An idea brought me awake one morning in New York, I almost didn’t write it down. |
18. | Hammond | Sunlight angled down trough the dusty air in Norman’s office and I leaned against a solid wall as I outlined my plans for International Genetic Technologies. |
19. | Hammond | It was the flowering of an ambition born fifty years ago. Fifty years struggle come to this… |
20. | Hammond | Isla Sorna. Costa Rica lay to the east, a quiet neighbor… To the west, open water and the shipping lanes of the pacific. |
21. | Hammond | The southern beach looked out over trackless ocean. Down past Peru all the way to Antarctica. |
22. | Hammond | In May the rains came. The smell of the jungle was everywhere. |
23. | Hammond | 1981. I stumbled out of the helicopter already beginning to sweat and looked around and the lush forest… the wet leaves. |
24. | Hammond | In the winter we began building the supports for the elevated transit system that would unify the island. Concrete towers rose through the canopy. |
25. | Hammond | InGen standard safari vehicle. State of the art. |
26. | Hammond | Curving up out of the southern basin, the Atherton Cause way would bring visiting scientists north from the southern beach. |
27. | Hammond | In 1983 we held thirteen new patents. |
28. | Hammond | November 1983. Test fertilization of an artificial ovum. My hand shook as I held the tiny eye dropper. One drop, two drops… there! The genie was out of the bottle. |
29. | Hammond | The Raptor took shape inside it’s egg and I watched it on the ultrasound monitor… It looked like a ghost, or a puff of smoke. |
30. | Hammond | The jungle canopy hung over us. There was an utter silence. Far away I could hear a Jeep engine idling. |
31. | Anne | I rode south along the coast. Bus stations in the early morning. Eating vending machine food in the fluorescent light. |
32. | Anne | Stepping out of the bus in Mexico City, I shouldered my knapsack… felt the heat wash over me… |
33. | Anne | It was good to be alone. To be nobody for a while. |
34. | Anne | Now this is truly revolting. |
35. | Anne | They’re probably out drinking right now. Anne? Anne who? |
36. | Anne | Power lines! Now that’s what I’m looking for. |
37. | Anne | Showers, coffee, air-conditioning… Almost there. |
38. | Anne | What brought that down? |
39. | Anne | Come on Anne, you’re up to this. |
40. | Anne | On the bright side, now more student loans… |
41. | Anne | These can’t run more than a half-mile more. |
42. | Hammond | My name is John Parker Hammond. I was born on March 14th 1928. |
43. | Hammond | What follows is a record of certain events in which I took part between the years 1980 and 1997, on an island I will call Site B. |
44. | Hammond | Site B was not to be a theme park, but a research station. This was where we did the real work. |
45. | Hammond | The greatest discovery of the 20th century. |
46. | Hammond | A Nobel prize, or a financial empire awaits somewhere in a darkened room… in a dirty derelict building, somewhere in the pacific. |
47. | Hammond | I can picture them. Moving cautiously through the dusty rooms in bulky biohazard gear… clutching rifles, poring over our records, reading our files. |
48. | Hammond | The main laboratory and administrative buildings. This was where we made our discovery, where the real magic trick happened. When they come to dig up our secrets, they’ll come here. |
49. | Hammond | A few weeks after we landed, we went to the summit to put up a crude satellite link. |
50. | Hammond | We went by helicopter. Young technicians scrambled to set up the dish as the howled. High speed uplink… state of the art. |
51. | Hammond | If we succeeded, the InGen technology would be historic. We were planning to conquer time’s power over life, it’s power to extinguish and erase. It would change all of our lives, as profoundly, as irrevocably as the atomic bomb. |
52. | Hammond | 1982. Robert Muldoon I already knew. Dennis Nedry, I found in Cambridge… and despite his idiosyncrasies, he was years ahead of his competition. |
53. | Hammond | Dennis fancied himself quite the hacker. He had his own locks for his doors… His office decorations were quite outside company regulations… |
54. | Hammond | Henry Wu was an only child from Ohio. A prodigy. Gained early attention for his undergraduate thesis at MIT… |
55. | Hammond | Three Cray XMP move more data faster than any computer center in the Americas. |
56. | Hammond | In eleven months, Site B became the most powerful genetics facility in the world. |
57. | Hammond | In a quiet locked room, the extinction of species, the history of life on earth, is being methodically reversed. |
58. | Hammond | The first task was genetic recovery. Acquiring Jurassic or Cretaceous amber, extracting preserved DNA and reassembling the complete sequence. “Bringing it up the well” we called it. |
59. | Hammond | I spared no expense, permitted no failures. |
60. | Hammond | We released the first Raptor, on April 22nd 1985. It wandered back an forth near the wall for four minutes and twenty-two seconds… before hearing a noise which drew it further off into the brush. |
61. | Hammond | In the jungle, the forest and the mountain, three Raptor tribes staked out territory. Albertosaurs and the seven T-Rex chose their dominions… Uneasy borders drawn around forests, ridges and ponds… |
62. | Hammond | Not all the original species survived, in the end only a few adjusted to the new world. These became dominant. |
63. | Hammond | A third tribe of Raptors took the mountain for their territory. A leaner, tougher breed… quick, living on birds and tiny lizards. |
64. | Hammond | We tagged the most dangerous animals with radio collars that transmitted a warning signal… workmen carried little boxes that played a tone when a tagged animal came near… at which point they would panic… and flee in terror. |
65. | Hammond | By 1987 the first of them had reached full size. The ecosystem of another era began to reassert itself. |
66. | Hammond | The Raptor padded in towards sundown. It drank nervously, careful of the dangers of the Jurassic waterhole… |
67. | Hammond | For four months we monitored it while it prayed on herds in the southern forest… We never knew why it grew so large. In the summer of 1988 it began moving north. |
68. | Hammond | 1988. Workers from the main land were pouring concrete supports for a rail system running north to the settlement. |
69. | Hammond | May, 1989. We began laying foundations on the south beach for a hotel for visiting scientists and businessmen. A year hence, I thought, the island would be quite famous. |
70. | Hammond | Bankruptcy! I leaned against the wall, my whole body shook. |
71. | Hammond | I dropped the mug, it shattered. I let it lie there, we would be leaving soon. |
72. | Hammond | When it became known that I was bankrupt, workers simply dropped their tools and walked away… |
73. | Hammond | Buildings were stripped of everything valuable. |
74. | Hammond | We sealed off the town, safe for a few crucial gates. Southward to the lowlands, eastward to the power plant, and laboratory. |
75. | Hammond | We sealed the eastern gate for the last time… Gazing from my study window, I hit on a simple mnemonic… Like Nedry, I felt like I had to keep backdoor open… |
76. | Hammond | As we left, we vandalized our own locking mechanisms. InGen tolerates no trespassers. |
77. | Hammond | Technicians and workmen crowded around the docks…fearing they might be left behind when the security ring collapsed… Armed guards stood watch. |
78. | Hammond | Two German technicians were accused of conspiring to walk out with crucial research materials. |
79. | Hammond | They had planned to breach the main computer vault and remove some of the data stored there. No proof was ever found. |
80. | Hammond | October 1996. The InGen Corporation is taken out of my hands by a vote of the board of directors… My nephew dispatches his team. |
81. | Hammond | The hunters landed on May 13th 1997 deep in the Island’s southwest. Most of them had worked at my African parks for years. They never stood a chance… |
82. | Hammond | The InGen hunting party carried the passcodes for our perimeter fences. |
83. | Hammond | The hunters scattered, their pre-arranged hunting routes forgotten. Only a third of their number appeared at the rendezvous. |
84. | Hammond | As I journeyed south along the coast, the air grew moist and heavy. Metal and concrete lay rotting in the sun and the rain. |
85. | Hammond | I stood on the lip of the cliff, the wind blowing my hair. It might have been a morning in the early Jurassic. |
86. | Hammond | The sky at noon was like nothing in Europe. Hot, tropical, a new world. |
87. | Hammond | The forest smelled of wet leaves, damp earth, rotting wood. |
88. | Hammond | Water seeped into everything. |
89. | Hammond | As I write this, tiles are cracking, smeared with wind blown dirt and animal tracks…Thick tree roots are pushing up through the asphalt. The island settles itself, beginning to erase all trace of us. |
90. | Hammond | On the plains the heat was extraordinary. Like a solid wall. |
91. | Hammond | When I was little I dreamed of a time when the entire world was covered by ancient forest… Great hunters stalked in the cool darkness… among silent huge columnar trees – oaks and sequoias. |
92. | Hammond | I stepped out of the Jeep and stretched my legs. The two guards attended to the wheel and just for an instant I stood alone. Unprotected in the Jurassic wilderness… I felt the air current around me, heard a single tree rustle. |
93. | Hammond | Cameras, and seismic instruments in yellow crates. They set them in the dust as the helicopter rose. |
94. | Hammond | The steam pipes hissed and spat. Water pumped deep into the earth and came back super heated. |
95. | Hammond | Chinese sailors singing in a curious keening falsetto… as they unloaded the synthetic polymer eggs… |
96. | Hammond | The smells of salt water, and gasoline. |
97. | Hammond | Far out to sea we would sometimes glimpse the US Coast Guard units assigned to observe our activity. |
98. | Hammond | It was strange to move from the field, the hot sun, dirt on one’s trouser-cuffs… into the cool sterile darkness of the lab. |
99. | Hammond | The sharp tang of the preservative chemicals. The coolness and hush of the sterile chamber… The daily ritual of decontamination. |
100. | Hammond | The centrifuge whirred night and day. The slow alchemy of genetic replication. |
101. | Hammond | The clear fluid held a cloudy layer of DNA strands. |
102. | Hammond | Keyboards rattled into the early morning…Ranks of green CRT screens displayed collated data. |
103. | Hammond | We worked long into the night. Feeling at times as if the whole of the earth had fallen away outside, leaving only the darkness, the work, the endless questing into the past… |
104. | Hammond | A failed coffee plantation of the 1860’s. Fields were marked out by stone walls… And to the west, the ruins of the plantation house still stand. |
105. | Hammond | Some of my personal papers have been transferred to diskette. |
106. | Hammond | The Albertosaurs took to the open fields like lions to the Serengeti. |
107. | Hammond | The pylons run for kilometers, one every hundred meters or so. I built them to last… Running east from the plant they climbed the valley before descending south into the plains… |
108. | Hammond | The main harbor for Site B. |
109. | Hammond | The docks were the life blood of Site B. Amber, synthetic eggshell, and livestock came from all over the Pacific Rim. |
110. | Hammond | The Emily was a tug for bringing in the bigger freighters. Occasionally we took it out to observe specimens from offshore… Or to sweep the tide for traces of our operation. |
111. | Hammond | It was scuttled in 1989 as a quarantine measure soon after I gave the government my testimony. |
112. | Hammond | Lindstradt guns by the way. Swedish-made, unbeatable for accuracy and rate of fire. |
113. | Hammond | InGen reception. I planned that some day visitor scientists and politicians would be welcomed here. |
114. | Hammond | Site B was fully centralized and computer-controlled. The same design that became the Achilles heel of Jurassic Park. |
115. | Hammond | Diagnostics, communications, security, all ran through the computer. Accordingly computer security was paramount, the tightest on the island. |
116. | Hammond | Left to itself the facility reversed to minimal power, chiefly battery powered security systems… It can sustain itself indefinitely. |
117. | Hammond | Building the town was hard. Costa Rican contractors were competent people, but they had to be transported, fed, housed… And afterwards, bound to silence. |
118. | Hammond | The bio-technicians were compensated for living in exile. High pay, luxury housing… Dennis wanted computer time, and money… Henry wanted his state of the art entertainments. These were the elite… who could have gone anywhere. I had to keep them here. |
119. | Hammond | A passcode let us control access to the valley and the power station beyond. |
120. | Hammond | The buildings followed a scheme I only vaguely understood. Marking seasons, the lunar year, and the movement of the stars. |
121. | Hammond | An ex-policeman from South Africa, a sort of a… soldier of fortune character. |
122. | Hammond | Known as “the Maharaja” to his fellows, highly skilled, but only works alone. He was meant to radio for picking up from the common station… |
123. | Hammond | I was unable to find any records whatsoever on Michael Sullivan, beyond the sole fact that his flight to the rendezvous originated in Port-au-Prince, Haiti. |
124. | Hammond | LaSalle was a disciple of Roland’s. A sometime poacher. Fancied himself a master hunter. |
125. | Hammond | Marden, A.S… Still missing. |
126. | Hammond | Karamcheti, V… Still missing. |
127. | Hammond | Sullivan, R.M…. Still missing. |
128. | Hammond | LaSalle, P. Still missing. |
129. | Hammond | Van Holn S.T… also… still missing. |
130. | Hammond | Lystrata, A.L… deceased. |
131. | Hammond | Albertosaur. A loner, fast and strong, eking out a living between the seven Tyrannosaur and the three Raptor tribes. |
132. | Hammond | Velociraptor. A small theropod native to China and Mongolia. Pack-hunter, quite vicious, and quite intelligent. |
133. | Hammond | Brachiosaur. Oldest of our recreations by fifty million years. The only true Jurassic native. |
134. | Hammond | One of the largest creatures ever to live, the Brachiosaur moved like planets among the smaller species. |
135. | Hammond | Tyrannosaurus Rex. Tyrant Lizard. They rained for twenty-five million years. We grew 7 of them, the 7 rulers of the island. |
136. | Hammond | Despite what we’ve been led to believe, the T-Rex was not a scavenger at all. We clocked one at 50 kilometers an hour… |
137. | Hammond | Triceratops. With the Tyrannosaur, one of the last dinosaurs to live naturally on our planet. |
138. | Hammond | It was in the last days of genetic recovery, and at this point, nothing was certain. Was the DNA there? Could be bring it back… up the well? |
139. | Hammond | It was 3AM. The room was strewn with soda cans and for the hundredth time we ran the extraction sequence. |
140. | Hammond | Dennis? What are we looking at here? |
141. | Hammond | All my life I waited for something great, something extraordinary. |
142. | Hammond | And then… it opened up. The code read true. The barrier of time f- for an instant…… opened. Nedry and I stared into the monitor, straight back to 65 thousand centuries. |
143. | Hammond | As Nedry typed, the world seemed to hold it’s breath. And for a moment we stood at the turning point between two great planetary eras. The million-year reign of man, and the age of the dinosaurs. |
144. | Hammond | Lord Darley’s charity luncheon, a society event, two hundred pounds a ticket. A bit of a step up for me, socially… I was seated with this very pleasant young woman. |
145. | Hammond | I would gaze at her at dinner parties and moments when she was distracted. |
146. | Hammond | The hair on her upper lip, the way she exhaled the smoke from her cigarette. |
147. | Hammond | I stammered. I was not certain what I should say. She laughed though, and seemed charmed. She asked me to call again tomorrow. |
148. | Hammond | At 2AM I called once again. She had still not come home, nor did they know where she was. I didn’t leave my name. |
149. | Hammond | She would not answer me at first. I asked her again. Partygoers glanced curiously in my direction. Candlelight blurred my vision. |
150. | Hammond | I’ll never forget this, and I will never forgive. I swear it, this is the last time. |
151. | Hammond | I’m sure you’ve heard the rest of the story on the television news or on the tabloids. |
152. | Hammond | In 1989, the park was nearly complete. Our investors demanded on-site approval. I, idiotically as it now turned out, believed we were ready. |
153. | Hammond | The debacle of August 27th 1987 is now quite well known. And the legal consequences were as you may imagine, rather extensive. |
154. | Hammond | On October the 3rd 1989 I sat on a wooden bench in the waiting room in Washington DC. The government panel put me on the stand. As my name was read out, the session room went silent. I walked up the isle towards the stand… I was being called to account. But I had no clear explanation to give… |
155. | Hammond | Save that… in her voice, in her walk there was… and… a world of grace and sophistication that I knew I was forever barred from. |
156. | Hammond | I gave myself over to the strange, lonely discipline of the market. Investment strategies and profit… I stood apart, master of codes and lost worlds, of heat and cold and the sleep of a hundred-million years. |
157. | Hammond | My work… My work lies where I left it. If there is anyone brave enough and clever to take it… and return the keys to time. Perhaps the foundation of a new empire. |
158. | Hammond | On that last day I stood apart from the rest of them. The helicopters were setting were setting down. Before me the jungle spread out, and I saw that a savage, primal age had begun again. |
159. | Hammond | Come on son, get us out of here. |
160. | Hammond | I left home at fifteen with a rather romantic idea of seeking my fortune. I remember the train ride south, in my best clothes, eating an apple… The entire world before me. |
161. | Hammond | When I came to London I had neither fortune, nor education nor connections. Nothing. |
162. | Hammond | A lost world is a sort of scientific myth. An evolutionary scenario in which an ecosystem is isolated and preserved. The rest of the world changes, leaving a tiny, fragile pocket where ancient species survive. |
163. | Hammond | American-made tranquillizer darts. The effect changes with the target’s body mass, temperament, and mood. I believe the phrase is “Results may vary.”… |
164. | Hammond | Creation is an act of sheer will. And next time, it will be flawless. |
165. | Hammond | Doctor Wu’s laboratory was a mystery to me. I never finished my schooling. I had a child’s idea of science… test tubes, explosions, and miracles. |
166. | Hammond | Hunting dinosaurs is quite a tricky business. I recommend helicopters, if you’ve got them… |
167. | Hammond | We were neither the only covert business to thrive in central America nor the most dangerous. |
168. | Hammond | The Raptor… preened itself, utterly confident of it’s right to be there. Absolutely no consciousness, that it was not the sovereign ruler of this earth. |
169. | Hammond | What if a mosquito sucked the blood of a dinosaur, one hundred million years ago… The insect is then covered in tree sap which… over the millennia becomes amber. |
170. | Hammond | The insect is preserved, perfectly. But you see, and here’s the clever part, wouldn’t the dinosaur blood be preserved as well? |
171. | Hammond | The blood holds DNA. A tiny spiral of genetic code. Abracadabra! |
172. | Hammond | I still believe Nedry left himself a back door, something about the hobbits or god knows what. |
173. | Hammond | I first met Harold Greenwood in 1992, he was a, an American. Introduced to me as a former Green Beret. He asked a number of questions about the disposition of the InGen Technology. |
174. | Hammond | Harry claimed to be a friend of my former son-in-law, I liked him. He was confident, dashing. |
175. | Hammond | Greenwood carried some sort of an electronic device which we were told he built himself, based on plans he found on the internet… |
176. | Anne | Oh god, this can’t be happening. We hit the water like… Marquiz? Marquiz! Where am I? |
177. | Anne | It’s beautiful here, must be one of the offshore Island. Cocos, one of the Cinco Muertes maybe… |
178. | Anne | Foundation maybe. |
179. | Anne | InGen. Some kinda… wait… International Genetic Technologies. |
180. | Anne | That was the company from the dinosaur trial. After the trial that old guy, John Hammond wrote a book. He said it was somewhere in Central America. |
181. | Anne | Oh no. Oh god. This is Site B. This is John Hammond’s lost world. |
182. | Anne | I knew all along this was a stupid idea. |
183. | Anne | There must’ve been something in the memoir… |
184. | Anne | Hammond? Right. |
185. | Anne | Oh god, something like 30 people died here. Professional hunter types… mercenaries… |
186. | Anne | Maybe… maybe if there’s a phone line or a radio… |
187. | Anne | “No trespassing.”…Thanks. |
188. | Anne | Oh god, someone’s gotta come get me. |
189. | Anne | Try “weird psycho old guy”. |
190. | Anne | Yeah yeah, bill me. |
191. | Anne | Oh my. |
192. | Anne | Oh man, he really did it! |
193. | Anne | Ok, ok. Shhh! Shh! Sleepy dinosaur. |
194. | Anne | Yada, yada, yada. |
195. | Anne | Velociraptors. The killers. |
196. | Anne | Oh that’s not good… that’s not good… I’m not gonna make it back from here, am I? |
197. | Anne | Oh no… Nothing’s that big! |
198. | Anne | She’s beautiful! |
199. | Anne | Nerd! |
200. | Anne | This is where they died. |
201. | Anne | All those men… |
202. | Anne | Well… they certainly were serious about their monorail… |
203. | Anne | A radio, a phone… A can with a string? |
204. | Anne | I was in high school then. |
205. | Anne | Now that is an incredible smell. |
206. | Anne | Beautiful, Spanish colonial. |
207. | Anne | It’s like the learning channel. |
208. | Anne | It’s coffee gold. Slaver gold. |
209. | Anne | What’s that? |
210. | Anne | I can smell the ocean. |
211. | Anne | Whatever… |
212. | Anne | Don’t do this to me. |
213. | Anne | Security system. Looks like that’s still active. |
214. | Anne | Hello? Hello? |
215. | Anne | In the middle of a jungle. |
216. | Anne | It’s like that Twilight Zone episode where he’s in this town with no people, and the guy is really an astronaut. |
217. | Anne | Looks like they stripped it before they took off. |
218. | Anne | Hmm… all gone home. |
219. | Anne | The funny thing was how easy it was… Just get on a bus and watch the highway start moving. The whole world before you… I guess it’s not a vacation if you don’t know when you’re coming back… |
220. | Anne | Where is the goddamn phone? I want out of here, I want diet soda, I want copy machines, and juice boxes, and cartoons… |
221. | Anne | Cheap lock! |
222. | Anne | Whoah… Surreal! |
223. | Anne | Something tells me this isn’t my ticket out of here. |
224. | Anne | This thing shows more than one transmitter. |
225. | Anne | Now would probably not be a good time for a drink. Much as I might like one… |
226. | Anne | What’s that smell? Like a barn. |
227. | Anne | Oh god, it’s a nest. |
228. | Anne | Excuse me, maintenance? Hello, a little help here? |
229. | Anne | Nothing here. I bet you Hammond’s the one who’s got all the fun satellite phones. |
230. | Anne | How did they get their electricity? They must’ve had a generator. |
231. | Anne | “No!! Morire por InGen.” Hmm… Maybe you already have. |
232. | Anne | This place is dead. |
233. | Anne | Broken. No radio, no phone, no satellite. That’s it, I’m dead. |
234. | Anne | Nice stereo, guy. |
235. | Anne | This thing needs a passcode… must be written down somewhere. |
236. | Anne | Very nice, John. |
237. | Anne | Living room, dining room, hardwood floors… lovely. |
238. | Anne | Modern kitchen, high ceilings… |
239. | Anne | A guest bedroom for visiting mad scientists. |
240. | Anne | Master bedroom. Very nice. |
241. | Anne | You’ve got to be kidding me. “Welcome to my Island, no don’t try to escape, let me tell you my plan”. |
242. | Anne | Secret compartment. Ooh, ahh! |
243. | Anne | Ha! This is gotta be worth something. |
244. | Anne | Now we’re gettin’ somewhere. |
245. | Anne | I was really hopin’ that wasn’t gonna happen. |
246. | Anne | Wow, must be a mile across. At least a 6.50 cab ride… |
247. | Anne | Not much cover… have to use the trees. |
248. | Anne | Dear diary. Hunting dinosaurs on strange Island. Little chance of escape. Um… weather fine… Well, more news later. Anne. |
249. | Anne | Meanwhile, somewhere in the pacific… |
250. | Anne | Well don’t just lie there, get help! |
251. | Anne | Cool in here. Some kinda storage? |
252. | Anne | They’re just cows. Just big cows. |
253. | Anne | God, she’s big. |
254. | Anne | She’s on to me. |
255. | Anne | Come on… |
256. | Anne | Finish it Anne! |
257. | Anne | Fall, damn you! |
258. | Anne | Come on, fall! |
259. | Anne | Oh god. |
260. | Anne | He must’ve been scared. He was wounded, he crawled in here, maybe loosing blood… I guess he thought it was safe. |
261. | Anne | Not until now… |
262. | Anne | A forest like this, you could just walk forever and never come back. |
263. | Anne | Ah, the great white hunter! |
264. | Anne | These must run back to the town on one end. |
265. | Anne | Oh great, another dead guy. |
266. | Anne | Must be out of darts… |
267. | Anne | I can’t believe I just did that. |
268. | Anne | Keep it together girl. |
269. | Anne | Oh, nice! Can I take this? |
270. | Anne | Ha! I’m a genius. |
271. | Anne | Blah, blah, blah… |
272. | Anne | They never expected this… Hammond thought this would be here forever. |
273. | Anne | A lost world. |
274. | Anne | Looks like the contents of a warehouse. |
275. | Anne | I am Spartacus! |
276. | Anne | When it happens, it could be like that. Three seconds, and I’m gone. Anytime. |
277. | Anne | A couple of kids. |
278. | Anne | Bang… Laboratory, gotcha. That’s gotta be what I need. |
279. | Anne | Place looks mostly intact. |
280. | Anne | Everything gates off that computer. |
281. | Anne | If the computer runs communications, I’ve gotta see if it’s intact. Security or not. |
282. | Anne | It’s like a scene from the end of the world… |
283. | Anne | So this was all there was. Looks like a freshman science lab. |
284. | Anne | Heart of an empire. |
285. | Anne | Come on Hammond, it’s your office. Gotta be something here. |
286. | Anne | Shake it baby! |
287. | Anne | All right I admit it, Hammond. You’re clever. |
288. | Anne | You know, this really isn’t as interesting as I had imagined. |
289. | Anne | Nerd central! |
290. | Anne | Please, god no! |
291. | Anne | I hate this hacker crap! |
292. | Anne | Excuse me, there’s a Renaissance festival I have to be at. |
293. | Anne | It’s cold in here. |
294. | Anne | This is where he did it. |
295. | Anne | Ok… plan B. |
296. | Anne | Anne, the safecracker! |
297. | Anne | Wait, if the data is still in here, I could conceivably be a very rich girl. All it takes is a modem… |
298. | Anne | Victory. |
299. | Anne | Please, just work. |
300. | Anne | Yes! |
301. | Anne | Up the well! |
302. | Anne | Score! |
303. | Anne | The data is still in there. Download codes, satellite links… Hammond’s legacy. |
304. | Anne | The mountain top station is it then… last chance. |
305. | Anne | This must be as far west as the Mayans ever came. It’s like looking at the edge of the world. |
306. | Anne | Warning: Mountain dangerously high. |
307. | Anne | I do not get vertigo. I DO NOT get vertigo! |
308. | Anne | Come on then, who’s first? |
309. | Anne | This is crazy! |
310. | Anne | I bet you can all the way to Costa Rica, or Panama. |
311. | Anne | Oh, there isn’t much to tell. You know… I went to the party, I wore the little black dress… It was beautiful… I guess I didn’t want to be alone or something – He… it wasn’t what I wanted. I guess it doesn’t matter now. I’m not going back. |
312. | Anne | It must be 40 degrees up here. |
313. | Anne | Looks like the rim collapsed a little. |
314. | Anne | This, eventually, has to go somewhere. |
315. | Anne | Hello? |
316. | Anne | Take it slow. |
317. | Anne | Stay sharp. |
318. | Anne | Listen! |
319. | Anne | Keep it tight. |
320. | Anne | Watch the corners. |
321. | Anne | Go, go on! Get away! |
322. | Anne | Scared it off. |
323. | Anne | Gone. |
324. | Anne | Oh, thank god… |
325. | Anne | I’m fine, I’m fine… oh god… who would have thought that I could do that? |
326. | Anne | Die you bastard! |
327. | Anne | You’re afraid of me, aren’t you? I think you’ve started to guess what’s happened. |
328. | Anne | Your kind is gone! You died millions of years before I was ever born! |
329. | Anne | It’s not your time now, it’s mine. |
330. | Anne | I don’t believe this. |
331. | Anne | I got it, I got it! I’m safe! |
332. | Anne | Ha! |
333. | Anne | Going down for a little dirt nap? |
334. | Anne | One less threat to the American way of life. |
335. | Anne | Dinosaur park… what a great idea! |
336. | Anne | I can do this! |
337. | Anne | Whoah! |
338. | Anne | Crippled him. |
339. | Anne | Headshot |
340. | Anne | Um… Hello? Hello? |
341. | Anne | Anyone out there? I need help! |
342. | Anne | Ha! I mean yes! Yes I’m here! I’m on Site B! |
343. | Anne | No, I’m not kidding! I’m on Site B, I’m on the dinosaur preserve for god sake! |
344. | Anne | I’m fine, I’m fine. Just… get me out of here! |
345. | Anne | Thank you. I mean… Roger that… Over and out. |
346. | Anne | I don’t wanna die here. |
347. | Anne | I can get through this, I’m a big girl. |
348. | Anne | Ok, I’m really kind of scared now. |
349. | Anne | It’s pretty heavy… |
350. | Anne | Ok, which way do we go here? |
351. | Anne | There’s gotta be a trick to this! |
352. | Anne | There must be some way through here. |
353. | Anne | That looks too far to jump. |
354. | Anne | I can make it. |
355. | Anne | It worked! |
356. | Anne | He was shouting when we went down. Was trying to level us out. |
357. | Anne | Must’ve been that little girl’s… |
358. | Anne | Heavier than I thought. |
359. | Anne | Ahh… Lady’s model. |
360. | Anne | Are these even legal? |
361. | Anne | Oh, my god! |
362. | Anne | Oh, this is good. This is VERY good. |
363. | Anne | Nuthin’ but net… |
364. | Anne | (Humming) |
365. | Anne | (Humming) |
366. | Anne | I’m getting a little bored here. |
367. | Anne | Fine. I can wait as long as you can. |
368. | Anne | It’s warm. |
369. | Anne | I don’t think I feel like swimming. |
370. | Anne | Ok, I REALLY don’t feel like swimming. |
371. | Anne | It’s not like I can swim to America! |
372. | Anne | God I’m out of shape! |
373. | Anne | I really should’ve used that stair machine. |
374. | Anne | (Heavy breathing) |
375. | Anne | (Heavy breathing) |
376. | Anne | (Heavy breathing) |
377. | Anne | So that’s what that feels like. |
378. | Anne | It works! |
379. | Anne | Keep it steady. |
380. | Anne | (Laughing) |
381. | Anne | Short… controlled. Whatever… |
382. | Anne | I like it. |
383. | Anne | (Sighs) |
384. | Hammond / Anne | H: I began to have my first inkling of the seriousness of our work… how deep the well was. This was life from 65 or 100 million years before mankind… A: I’ve really done it… this is not a normal situation. |
385. | Music | N.A. |
386. | Music | N.A. |
387. | Music | N.A. |
388. | Music | N.A. |
389. | Music | N.A. |
390. | Music | N.A. |
391. | Music | N.A. |
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394. | Music | N.A. |
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398. | Music | N.A. |
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410. | Music | N.A. |
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422. | Music | N.A. |
423. | Music | N.A. |
424. | Anne | I am Spartacus! |
425. | Hammond / Anne | H: Site B was fully centralized and computer-controlled. The same design that became the Achilles heel of Jurassic Park. A: Everything gates off that computer. |
426. | Hammond / Anne | H: Diagnostics, communications, security, all ran through the computer. Accordingly computer security was paramount, the tightest on the island. A: If the computer runs communications, I’ve gotta see if it’s intact. Security or not. |
427. | Hammond / Anne | H: I still believe Nedry left himself a back door, something about the hobbits or god know what. A: Please, god no! |
428. | Anne / Hammond | A: It’s cold in here. H: As Nedry typed, the world seemed to hold it’s breath. And for a moment we stood at the turning point between two great planetary eras. The million-year reign of man, and the age of the dinosaurs. |
429. | Computer | Activating systems. satellite uplink… connected. Local transmitter down… attempting connection to mountain top facility. |
430. | Hammond / Anne | H: As we left, we vandalized we vandalized our own locking mechanisms. InGen tolerates no trespassers. A: Not until now… |
431. | Text | To move your arm, hold the left mouse button and move the mouse. |
432. | Text | To back up, press ‘X’. |
433. | Text | Press the right mouse button again to drop the item. |
434. | Text | To fire a gun, press the space bar. |
435. | Text | Press ‘Q’ to jump and ‘Z’ to crouch. |
436. | Text | You can look around by moving the mouse. |
437. | Text | To pick up an item, press ‘Z’ to crouch, move your hand towards the item, then press the right mouse button to pick it up. |
438. | Text | Press ‘A’ and ‘D’ to step left and right. |
439. | Text | To hit something with an object, hold the left mouse button and space bar, and move the mouse to swing the object. |
440. | Text | To throw an object, hold the right mouse button, move the mouse in the direction you want to throw, then release the right mouse button. |
441. | Text | Press the ‘S’ key to walk slowly, press ‘W’ to run. |
442. | Phone | The main select board is temporarily unattended. Please contact your supervisor. La computadora principal esta temporalmente fuera de servicio. Por favor contacte a su supdervisador. |
443. | Hammond | She would not answer me at first. I asked her again. |
444. | Text | For my wife Michelle, Your constant support and understanding is like none I’ve ever known… For two and a half years you stood by me and lifted me up during the most challenging period of my life… For all of this, I cannot repay you. I can only promise a return to a normal life… a sane husband and you’re best friend… All my love, Brady |
445. | Anne | I throw like a girl. |
446. | Anne | At center court, 5 foot nine. |
447. | Hammond / Anne | H: She would not answer me at first. I asked her again. A: A diary. This is really old. 1951. |
448. | Hammond | I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed; And on the pedestal these words appear: “My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!” Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away. |
449. | Anne / US Navy | A: Um… Hello? Hello? Anyone out there? I need help. USN1: This is the United States Navy Priority Channel. Identify yourself or clear the air. A: Ha! I mean yes! Yes I’m here. I’m on Site B. USN1: Right, right. We get this a lot. Listen, please clear the channel or- A: No I’m not kidding! I’m on Site B, I’m on the dinosaur preserve for god sake! USN1: Be advised. We’re triangulating your location… and that transmitting of this frequency is a violation of- USN2: Ah sir, this IS coming from the top of Mt. Watson. A: Ha! USN1: Sorry ma’am, hold tight. Are you in any danger? A: I’m fine, I’m fine. Just… get me out of here! USN1: Hold your position ma’am. We’ve got people in the area. We’re dispatching a helicopter to your current location. A: Thank you. I mean… Roger that… over and out. |
450. | Jill | Anne? Anne are you there? It’s Jill, pick up the phone! God, don’t tell me your mom was serious? You’re in Costa Rica? Visiting the natives huh? Sun, sand and adventure, my little Indiana Anne world traveler extraordinary. Well give me a call when you get back, okay? By the way, I thought you hated flying? |
451. | Computer | (Humming) |
452. | Empty | For my good friend Kyle, You’ve heard it time and time again, but I’ve never been so impressed by a persons work ethic. Without you, we would never have shipped this game, and, I would’ve left long ago… I’m a better person for having you as a friend. I thank you, Brady |
453. | Empty | For my buddy Galvan, I’m glad we’ve grown up to be such close friends. For all the time you put in to learn, and the effort you put forth to make the audio what it is, I thank you… For hounding me about the worst film I know…’TITANIC’…burn in hell…let’s make a film…Go Wings, Brady |
454. | Anne | Card’s in the Atlantic, good luck. Amateurs! |
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