Richard Attenborough’s John Hammond is cuddly, eccentric and naive, but in the books those first two points are a front for a venomous perfectionist determined to control the life he has created.
Seemingly safe, Hammond’s fate is ultimately down to the grandkids he inadvertently brought into harm’s way. As the kids play with the rebooted security system they unleash a Tyrannosaur roar over the visitor centre’s speaker system.
Startled, Hammond stumbles down a hillside, breaking his ankle in the fall. As he sits injured a pack of procompsognathus – compys - gather, nipping at him with their venomous bite. The poison makes victims feel sleepy, and before long Hammond drifts off as the compys gather for a feast.