Independence Day Page #6

David, tell him!

Uh, I know why we

have satellite disruption.

All right. Go ahead.

Ok.

DAVID:
Let's say that you want

to coordinate with spaceships...

on different sides

of the Earth.

You couldn't send a

direct signal, right?

You're talking about

line of sight.

Yeah, that's right, that's right. Exactly.

The curve of the Earth prevents it.

DAVID:
If you'd need satellites

to relay that signal

in order to reach

each ship.

Well, I found a signal,

hidden inside,

our own satellite

system.

MAN:
Excuse me, Mr. President.

They're starting.

They're using our own

satellites against us...

(BEEPING)

and the clock is ticking.

(ENGINE RUNNING)

Bringing it

in to hover.

MAN:
Welcome Wagon,

Echo One.

Approaching alien ship.

Initiating communications

sequence, Echo One.

Welcome Wagon

has commenced.

TOM:
General Grey, coordinate

with the Atlantic Command.

Tell them to evacuate as many people

out of the cities as they can.

GREY:
Yes, sir.

Get those helicopters

away from the ship.

Call them back

immediately.

ALBERT:
What the hell's going on?

We're leaving.

Kim, my daughter.

Uh...

There's something

happening here.

They're responding.

MAN:
Something's opening.

WOMAN:
Something

is happening.

It looks like there's some

kind of activity here.

This may be some type

of response, Echo One.

We see it, too.

Can't identify it.

(EXPLODING)

(FIRE CRACKLING)

We are evacuating. I repeat. We

are evacuating the White House.

(ALL TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

Load the rest of the staff

in the second helicopter.

MAN:
Who should we pick?

Is my wife in the air?

She will be shortly.

Nice. Very nice.

MAN 1:
Ok. Buckle up.

MAN 2:
Latch secure.

Look, we have

our own phone.

MAN:
Let's move outta here!

MAN:
The president's ordered an evacuation.

We have to leave now.

MAN:
(ON TV) And our prayers go out to the

wives and children of those brave pilots.

Indeed, God

help us all.

Come on.

The visitors responded

with terrifying...

Authorities have called for a complete

evacuation of Los Angeles County.

People are advised to avoid the

highways wherever possible.

Oh, yeah. Great.

Now he tells me.

MAN:
(ON PA) This is the Los Angeles

Police Department.

Please vacate the premises

immediately for your own safety.

Take me!

Take me!

Can we move it along?

WOMAN:
(ON PHONE)

Dr. Katz's office.

Hello. Let me speak to...

Dr. Katz,

Please.

I'm sorry. He's not available.

Listen, for $300 an hour, you can put me

through to his house in the Hamptons!

MAN:
This is the Los Angeles

Police Department.

Please vacate the premises

immediately for your own safety.

MAN:
Mrs. Whitmore.

You must leave now.

No!

MAN:
First lady secured.

We're on the move.

Look! They're

opening up!

(HATCH OPENING)

It's so pretty.

MAN:
We gotta get the

hell outta here!

TOM:
Go ahead, pilot. We're

ready to take off right now.

Can you get a blanket

for Patricia?

Here.

JULIUS:
Over there?

(BEEPING RAPIDLY)

(SOFTLY) Time's up.

(GASPS)

(EXPLODING)

(ALL SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(ALL CLAMORING INDISTINCTLY)

Get down!

(EXPLODING)

(SCREAMING)

(HORN HONKING)

(EXPLODING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING

INDISTINCTLY)

(GIRL SCREAMING FAINTLY)

(ALL SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(EXPLODING)

(SCREAMING)

Oh, crap.

(HELICOPTER

ENGINES WHIRRING)

(EXPLODING)

(WIND HOWLING LOUDLY)

(SCREAMING)

(EXPLODING)

(ALARM BLARING)

(ALL SCREAMING)

(ALARM BLARING)

(SCREAMING)

(EXPLODING)

(RUMBLING HARDLY)

(FIRE CRACKLING)

(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

Oh, my God.

Come on, Dylan.

We gotta go.

Come on, Boomer.

(ALL SCREAMING)

(DYLAN SCREAMING)

(CARS CRASHING)

(JASMINE GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS ANGRILY)

Boomer!

Boomer!

(BOOMER WHIMPERS SOFTLY)

(LOUD THUDDING)

MAN:
(ON RADIO) Reports are unclear

as to the extent of the devastation,

but from all accounts,

Los Angeles, Washington,

and New York have

been left in ruins...

Good God!

RUSSELL:
I been saying it.

I been saying it

for 10 damn years.

Ain't I been saying it, Miguel?

I been saying it.

Dad, I'm sick. I

don't feel good.

TROY:
Pull it over, man.

MIGUEL:
We're going to be all right, Troy.

TROY:
Leave me alone, man I got it.

Miguel.

Look at all that.

TOM:
We could have evacuated

the cities hours ago.

That's the advantage of

being a fighter pilot.

In the Gulf War, we

knew what we had to do.

It's just...

not simple anymore.

TOM:
A lot of

people died today.

(SIGHS)

How many didn't

have to?

Any news on

my wife yet?

The helicopter never

made it to Nellis.

GREY:
No radio contact.

JASMINE:
Come on, Dylan.

Stay close.

Here it is.

What happened, Mommy?

I don't know, baby.

MAN:
You men will be the first

wave in our counterattack.

Our target is

to the north,

centered above what remains

of down town Los Angeles.

You scared, man?

No.

You?

Nope.

Hold me.

Hey, pay attention.

Something you want to add to

this briefing, Captain Hiller?

No, sir. I'm just a little anxious to get

up there and whup E. T.'s ass, that's all.

And you'll get

your chance.

You'll all get

your chance.

Good hunting.

Dismissed.

Let's kick the tires and

light the fires, big daddy.

(MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

JIMMY:
Let's bring it home.

Let's bring that bad

boy home, Captain.

You loose? Yes, sir.

You got your

victory dance?

Well, I got it

right here.

Don't get premature on me, soldier. We

don't light up till the fat lady sings.

I'm all ears, brother.

You the man!

(ENGINES ROARING LOUDLY)

TOM:
All right,

gentlemen, we're on.

General, it's NORAD.

General Grey here.

Al?

ALBERT:
All satellite, microwave and ground

communications with the cities are down.

All systems go.

For intelligence, we believe

we're looking at a total loss.

How about our boys?

Where are they?

ETA to target,

four minutes.

I shouldn't

have left her.

Don't worry about

it, big man.

I'm sure she got out of

here before it happened.

Or, as the good

reverend would say,

(AS JESSE JACKSON) Why we're on this

particular mission we'll never know.

But I do know, here today,

that the Black Knights

will emerge victorious

once again.

Amen, man.

Amen, Reverend.

Holy God.

Lock and load.

Roger that.

Los Angeles Attack Squadron has

Amraam missiles locked on target.

Washington and New York

squadrons reporting lock on.

Fire at will.

MAN 1:
Fire at will.

MAN 2:
Fire at will.

STEVE:
Knights we

are red and free.

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