Independence Day Page #4

Why?

That's why.

STEVE:
Look.

I really don't think they

flew 90 billion light years,

to come down here

and start a fight

and get all rowdy.

Look why don't

you just relax?

I'm going to report to El Toro

and find out what's going on.

STEVE:
What are you

doing in there, man?

DYLAN:
Nothing.

I'm just driving.

Look. Here, I got

these for you.

Firecrackers.

Now, you be careful.

Steve, wait.

I want to tell

you something.

What is it, Jasmine?

You take care of

yourself, you hear?

Look.

Why don't you get

some things packed,

and you and Dylan come

stay with me on the base.

And you will see that there

is nothing to be scared of.

Really?

You don't mind?

Well, I mean...

We'll have to let all my

other girlfriends know

that they can't come

over, you know,

and got to postpone a little freaky-deaky.

There you go,

there he goes,

thinking you all that.

But you are not as charming

as you think you are, sir.

Yes, I am.

Them big old

Dumbo ears.

Look at you with

them chicken legs.

Come on Dylan, honey.

(PEOPLE SCREAMING

INDISTINCTLY)

DAVID:
Look out! Look out!

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

What? (GUN C*CKS)

Hey!

The television said they started

the looting already, heven't they?

Vultures.

You still have

the Plymouth?

You want to

borrow the car?

David, you don't

have a license.

You're driving.

Yeah, I'm driv...

I'm driving?

DAVID:
Come on, come on.

(HORN HONKING)

I really want you

out of Los Angeles.

MARY:
You're staying there

to keep people calm.

It's the right thing to do. I'm not

going to let them criticize you for it.

I appreciate it, your

trying to help me.

Liar.

Stick to the truth it's

what you're good at.

TOM:
All right. I'll

tell you the truth.

I don't want you in any

one of those cities.

(SIGHS)

I'll leave as soon as the

interviews are done.

All right.

There's a helicopter waiting.

They're gonna take you to Nellis.

MARY:
And the munchkin?

TOM:
She's going

to meet you there.

All right.

I love you.

I love you.

MARY:
Bye.

Bye.

(MAN ON TV TALKING

INDISTINCTLY)

(HORN HONKING)

JULIUS:
It's the White

House for grying out loud!

You can't just drive

up and ring a bell.

Can't this thing

go any faster?

What, you think they don't

know what you know?

They know. Believe

me, they know.

She works for the president.

They know everything.

They don't know this.

You're going to

educate them?

Yeah so tell me something.

You're so smart.

How come you spend eight years at

M.I.T to become a cable repairman?

Dad!

No all I'm saying is they got people

who handle these things, David.

They want HBO,

they'll call you.

JULIUS:
Look at these, look at these people.

Look?

Vultures. They take,

and then they go.

They're going, they're

going faster than we are.

Look at this we're

in the fast lane.

I can't go faster. They're

cutting me off here.

No one's cutting you off.

We're going to get a ticket.

They're getting in front of me.

I can't go any faster.

All right. All right. I

don't want to argue you.

(SHUSHES)

Let's just get there,

as quickly as possible.

What's the rush?

You think we'll get to

Washington, it won't be there?

WOMAN:
A local crop

duster was arrested today

as he papered city hall

with leaflets from the air.

Everybody's leaving.

Can you give us

some of your time?

Do you want to

make a statement?

RUSSELL:
We've got

to stop them!

I was kidnapped by space

aliens 10 years ago.

They did all kinds of

experiments on me.

They've been studying us for

years, finding out our weaknesses.

We've gotta stop them!

They're gonna

kill us all!

WOMAN:
Some people attribute

his eccentric behavior

to post-traumatic

stress syndrome

from his service as

a pilot in Vietnam.

Others, however, have a

more unusual theory.

How would you describe Mr.

Casse?

Private. Keeps

to himself.

Real quiet. Quiet.

When they took him

up in the spaceship,

the aliens

abused him...

sexually.

WOMAN:
Mr. Casse is in the

county lockup this evening...

MIGUEL:
Pack up.

We're leaving.

WOMAN:
Due to extenuating

circumstances,

he may be released

later tonight.

Miguel, what about Dad?

This could be our

last night on Earth.

You don't want to

die a virgin...

do you?

Come on, we're going.

No. I'm not

going anywhere.

Miguel!

Stop it!

(DOOR SHUTS)

RUSSELL:
Thanks a lot, partner.

You read my mind!

Stay here.

RUSSELL:
We gotta get as far away

from these things as we can!

They let you out?

You damn right!

They got bigger fish to

fry now, believe you me!

Come on, boy!

MIGUEL:
We're leaving

without you.

We're going to live with

Uncle Hector in Tucson.

(SPITS, LAUGHING)

Hector!

Like hell you are.

I'm still your father.

No, you're not.

You're just the man who

married my mother.

You're nothing to me!

Aw!

Oh! (SIGHS)

Well, what about Troy?

Troy?

Yeah.

MIGUEL:
For once in your life, why don't

you think about what's best for him?

Who has to beg for money to buy

him medicine when you screw up!

Huh? Who? Who?

(SCREAMS) You stop

it right now!

I'm not a baby anymore!

I don't want your stupid medicine,

because I'm so sick of medicine!

MIGUEL:
Do you know

what this stuff costs?

Do you wanna get

sick again?

Do you?

MAN:
Once again, the L.A.P.D.

Is asking Los Angelenos

not to fire their guns at

the visitor spacecraft.

You may inadvertently trigger

an interstellar war.

Think we can find something better

to do with our time, gentlemen?

JIMMY:
Where you been, Stevie?

Man, this is unbelievable.

This is, like, huge.

They. They've

recalled everybody.

Well, looks like the

mail's still working.

STEVE:
Oh! Oh, oh.

You got to do the

honors for me, man.

You're a wuss.

Yeah, whatever.

Shut up and read it.

It says...

Captain Steven Hiller,

loser.

United States Marine Corps.

Come on, come on, come on!

We regret to

inform you that,

despite your excellent

record of service...

I'm sorry, man.

You know what

you need to do?

You need to, like, kiss some serious

booty to get ahead in this world, man.

That's what I'm

trying to tell you.

See, I like the one-knee

approach because,

it puts the booty,

like right...

in front of the

lips, what's this?

STEVE:
That's nothing.

JIMMY:
Hold on. Hold on, man.

What is this?

STEVE:
Jasmine kind of has a thing

for dolphins. I don't know.

JIMMY:
Stevie, this is

a wedding ring.

I thought you said you were going

to break the whole thing off.

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