Independence Day Page #5

(SIGHS) Yeah.

Man, you know I

really like Jasmine.

You know that, right?

Man, you're never

going to get to fly

the Space Shuttle if

you marry a stripper.

(POP MUSIC PLAYING)

MAN:
It could only happen

in California file,

here's Wendy Walsh

with a special report.

WOMAN:
Below us, we can see

hundreds of UFO fanatics

who have gathered on rooftops here in downtown

Los Angeles to welcome the new arrivals.

Oh, God! I hope they

bring back Elvis!

JASMINE:
I just came in to get my check

tonight, and I got talked into working.

Oh, I must have

been tripping.

WOMAN:
It's being called the

party event of the century,

and everyone is invited,

especially you know who.

This is so cool.

JASMINE:
Girl, please.

Oh, hey.

I made it before I

came in tonight.

TIFFANY:
Check it out.

Now I know you're not thinking

about joining those idiots.

Oh, I am going over there

as soon as I get off.

Do you wanna come?

Tiffany, listen

to me a second.

I have got a really bad feeling about this.

I don't want you to go.

Oh, like the really bad feeling

you got when I went to Las Vegas?

Yeah. And I was right.

You didn't get the job and you

lost all your money gambling.

Yeah, but I wasn't in L.A.

for the earthquake.

Tiff, I really don't

want you to go up there.

Now promise

me you won't.

Come on girl, promise me!

TIFFANY:
No, no, no.

I promise.

Ok.

Look.

I'm going.

JASMINE:
I'm out of

town for a while.

Later.

Bye.

Hey, there's my angel.

Come on.

Come on, Boomer.

Let's go.

Hey, come on. Talk to

your boyfriend later.

Hey! What the hell's

the kid doing here?

Huh? (GRUNTS)

MAN:
Get out of here!

You try finding a sitter today.

Hey! Hey, where do you

think you're you going?

You leave,

you're fired.

Nice working

with you, Mario.

Come on, Boomer.

JULIUS:
Everyone in the world is

trying to get out of Washington.

We're the only schmucks

trying to get in.

(MAN TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

What. What the

hell is that?

Pops, this is every

phone book in America.

You think an important person like

Constance is going to be listed?

DAVID:
She always keeps her portable

phone listed for emergencies.

Sometimes it's her

just first initial,

sometimes it's

her nickname,

sometimes just her...

Oy, my God!

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Slow down!

(CAR HORN WAILING)

JULIUS:
Where are they going?

DAVID:
Please stop!

Tell them! Tell them!

(BOTH SHOUTING)

DAVID:
Slow down!

Off-ramp!

DAVID:
Slow down!

JULIUS:
We made it! We made it!

DAVID:
Good, good.

Nice driving, Pops.

Well...

JULIUS:
So, not listed?

DAVID:
No, no. I just haven't

found it yet.

I tried C. Spano,

Connie Spano,

Spunky Spano.

Spunky?

College nickname.

Cute.

You tried Levinson?

DAVID:
No she didn't take my

name when we were married.

Why would she... What

are you talking about?

Try it.

Okay. Here. Look.

(JULIUS STAMMERS)

So, what do I know?

(PEOPLE SHOUTING

INDISTINCTLY)

(MAN ON RADIO TALKING

INDISTINCTLY)

So...

You want to ring the

bell or should I?

(PHONE BLARING)

Oh, perfect.

She's using it.

Perfect. What's perfect?

It's busy.

Yeah. I can use

her signal,

to triangulate her exact

position in the White House.

You can do that?

Yeah. All cable

repairmen can, Pops.

MAN:
The visitors have arrived, but the

president remains at the White House.

Question.

Are Mr. Whitmore's

actions A, ultra brave.

Or B, foolhardy?

(PHONE RINGING)

(PHONE BEEPS)

What?

DAVID:
Now, don't hang up, sweetie.

David. How did you

get this number?

DAVID:
Do me a favor.

Walk to the window.

And I'm looking

for what?

DAVID:
You'll see.

Over here.

See us?

How does he do that?

MAN:
Reporting live from

Andrews Air Force Base

just outside

Washington, D.C...

Yes, that's right, Tom,

an amazing moment.

We're reporting from

Andrews Air Force Base...

Now in light of our apparent inability

to communicate with the visitors,

Pentagon officials have retrofit

this skylift helicopter

with a type of visual

communications device.

Mr. President.

Gentlemen, be seated.

This is not a military

airgraft but as you can see,

TOM:
Where are we now?

They're just

commencing liftoff.

WOMAN:
And refitted with these

enormous light panels that are

attached to the hull

and onto the sides.

MAN:
(ON RADIO) Echo One,

Welcome Wagon is in the air.

I repeat. Welcome

Wagon is in the air.

MAN 2:
(ON RADIO) Roger, Welcome Wagon.

Echo One right beside you.

JULIUS:
This is something I would

never believe in my lifetime,

that I would be in

the White House.

Look at this.

If I knew I was going

to meet the president,

I would have

worn a tie.

Yeah I mean, look at me.

I look like a schlemiel.

DAVID:
You look fine, Pops.

Oy, my God.

CONNIE:
David, I don't know how

happy he's going to be to see you.

Yeah, that's right. I'm telling

you, we're wasting time.

Like he's not going to listen to me.

We should go?

Why wouldn't he? Why

wouldn't he listen?

Because last time I saw him

we, we got into a fight.

You walked in the room and

punched him in the head.

You punched the

president?

He wasn't the president then. I

punched him, he fought back.

We wrestled around.

It was a fight.

A fight that

you started,

because David thought that

I was having an affair.

With the president?

Which, of course, I wasn't...

Hey, hey! You know, either go get him,

or we should head back to the car.

All right. I'll get him. You wait

here, and don't touch anything.

You punched the

president?

Mein Gott!

(HELICOPTER

ENGINE WHIRRING)

Nearing point of

contact, Echo One.

We're closing in.

MAN:
(ON RADIO) Roger that. You're a

go to commence sequence when ready.

This I like.

Look at this!

You know what famous

people have been here?

Yes, Dad.

Politicians, actors...

Baseball players,

singers...

And now me.

DAVID:
Imagine that! Look,

a poor immigrant like me.

It's a dream!

David, please!

WOMAN:
The three choppers

are steadily approaching

what has been unanimously agreed to

be the front of these spaceships,

a parabolic indentation

9 city blocks...

You're leaving now?

Hey, see if they got those

pens that they give away.

Dad, what?

TOM:
You'd still think I have

a choice of my company.

I don't have

time for this.

Two minutes, Tom.

Connie...

JULIUS:
Mr. President.

Mr. President.

Julius Levinson.

David is my son.

I told you he wouldn't listen.

Νο, you have to tell him now.

Tell him. David, you have to tell him!

Hey Connie!

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