LEGO Jurassic World: Legend of Isla Nublar

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.