Independence Day Page #13

their primary weapon.

Then let's take it out

before it takes us out.

TOM:
Target at 12 o'clock.

My God, they're

everywhere!

TOM:
Bandits on our tail!

They're locked on!

I see them. I see them.

(EXPLODING)

All right, squadron leaders,

I want a weapons check.

GREY:
You're out of time!

You've gotta

disable it now!

I'm in range.

Locking on.

I've got tone. Eagle

One, fox two!

(EXPLODING)

That is a

negative impact.

TOM:
That is an NI.

Negative impact.

I'm out of missiles.

Eagle Two!

I'm on it.

(EXPLODING)

Oh, Jesus!

Sir, all missiles

have been fired.

You're out of time! Get

your ass out of there!

We're not done yet!

Get as far away

as you can!

Doesn't anyone have

any missiles left?

RUSSELL:
Sorry I'm late, Mr.

President!

Kind of got hung

up back there!

Pilot, you armed?

Armed and ready, sir!

I'm packing!

Who is that guy?

Put him on speaker.

Pilot, identify

yourself.

RUSSELL:
It's me!

Russell Casse, sir!

I told you I wouldn't

let you down!

RUSSELL:
Just keep those guys off me

for a few more seconds, will you?

MAN:
Okay. Echo Niner, Echo

Seven, take flanking positions.

I want you to look

after this guy, okay?

TOM:
All right, boys. Let's give Mr.

Casse some cover!

Gentlemen! Let's

plow the road!

(GUNS FIRING)

(EXPLODING)

We'll draw them off and

it'll be all yours!

(RUSSELL LAUGHS) Look out!

Coming through!

I've got tone.

Eagle Twenty. Fox two.

(MISSILE BANGING)

Eagle Twenty. Fox two.

(ALARM BEEPING)

It's jammed.

It won't fire.

Damn it!

Do me a favor.

Tell my children,

I love them very much.

All right, you

alien a**holes!

RUSSELL:
In the words

of my generation...

Up yours!

Dad! What's he doing?

RUSSELL:
Come on, baby!

Come on, baby, come on!

Good luck, buddy.

(LASER FIRING)

(LAUGHING EXCITEDLY)

Hello, boys!

I'm back!

(CRUMPLING EXPLOSIONS)

TOM:
He did it!

The son of a

b*tch did it!

Yeah!

(ALL CHEERING)

Yeah! All right!

(ALL CHEERING EXCITEDLY)

What your father did

was very brave.

You should be

proud of him.

I am.

TOM:
Now we know how to take

them out, general.

Spread the word.

(ALL CHEERING)

Get on the wire to every

squadron around the world.

Tell them how to bring those

sons of b*tches down.

(CLICKING)

What do you think?

(SIGHS) Checkmate.

Well, it's funny. I always thought

that things like these would kill me.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Thank you.

It's been a pleasure.

Steve, you too.

Only one thing

left to do.

Ready?

Yes, sir.

DAVID:
Hey!

STEVE:
All right!

Look at us!

DAVID:
Take a look at the earthlings.

Goodbye!

Y'all take care,

all right?

Nothing but love for you!

Goodbye!

STEVE:
Nothing but

love for you.

STEVE:
Do you think

they have any clue...

what's about to

happen to them?

DAVID:
Oh-ho! Not a chance in hell.

Good night!

(EVIL LAUGHING MANIACALLY)

Peace!

(STEVE EXCLAIMS)

We're loose.

DAVID:
Can you get us out

of here in 30 seconds?

I ain't heard

no fat lady!

Forget the fat lady. You're

obessed with the fat lady.

Drive us out of here!

(ENGINE PULLING)

(BOTH GROAN)

DAVID:
They're chasing us.

Oh, really! You think?

(DAVID GROANS)

(STEVE GRUNTS)

Oh, that was a hit.

I took a hit.

We're not hit! We're not hit!

Stop side-seat driving!

Left, left!

DAVID:
Tunnel, tunnel!

Exit, exit, left!

Where the hell do you think I'm going?

Okay, okay. We're gonna...

(GRUNTS)

Uh-oh! They're

closing up on us.

Is that closing?

Shut up, shut up, shut up!

DAVID:
Must go faster, must

go faster, must go faster.

Go, go, go, go, go, go!

(STEVE SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

(EXPLODING)

(STEVE EXCLAIMING)

Elvis has left

the building!

(AS ELVIS) Oh, thank

you very much.

I love you, I

love you, man.

(BEEPING)

(BEEPING)

(ALIEN GROANS)

(CRUMPLING EXPLOSIONS)

(RUMBLING FAINTLY)

(ALL CLAMORING INDISTINCTLY)

(MEN CHEERING EXCITEDLY)

(ALL LAUGHING HAPPILY)

Yes! Yes!

(SEAGULLS CAWING)

(ALL CHEERING INDISTINCTLY)

Hey!

They're going down all over the world, Tom.

We got them beat.

How about our two delivery boys?

Any word from them?

We lost contact with,

Captain Hiller and Levinson

nearly 20 minutes ago.

MAN:
Hold it!

Hold on, sir. I've got

something on radar.

(ALL WHOOPING EXCITEDLY)

CONNIE:
David!

DAVID:
Ah!

(LAUGHING HAPPILY)

Sorry, sir.

Good job.

Thank you.

Well done, captain.

STEVE:
Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

David...

Not bad.

Thank you, Mr.

President.

Not too bad at all.

Oh, so this is healthy?

Oh, I could get used to it.

(JULIUS LAUGHING HAPPILY)

Happy 4th of

July, Daddy.

Same to you, Munchkin.

Didn't I promise

you fireworks?

Yeah.

(LAUGHS)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

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