Independence Day Page #8

it wasn't for my David!

None of you did anything

to prevent this!

There was nothing

we could do.

GREY:
We were totally unprepared for this.

JULIUS:
Ah!

Don't give me unprepared!

Come on, Julius.

It was, what? In the 19, what? 50s.

Whatever, you had that spaceship.

DAVID:
Dad, look, Dad...

JULIUS:
Yeah, that thing that you

found in New Mexico!

Dad!

Where was that?

No, not the spaceship.

Roswell! Roswell, New Mexico.

Yeah! Don't do this.

No, you had the spaceship

and you had the bodies!

They were locked up in a bunker.

Come on.

Where was that? David?

I don't know. Area 51!

Right?

Area 51!

You knew then! And

you did nothing.

Sir.

Regardless of what you may

have read in the tabloids,

there have never

been any spacecraft,

recovered by our

government.

Take my word for it.

There's no Area 51.

And there's no

recovered spaceship.

ALBERT:
Uh, excuse

me, Mr. President.

That's not

entirely accurate.

What? Which part?

(GLASS SHATTERS)

Hold on, everybody!

Hold on!

Sorry.

MAN:
The end hath come!

He spaketh His word,

and the end hath come!

Hop on!

We're heading

out to El Toro!

You cannot defy

what hath come!

It is the end!

El Toro?

JASMINE:
Can you give me a hand?

MAN:
Yeah, sure.

(BOOMER BARKS)

Oh, God!

(BOOMER BARKING FAINTLY)

Okay, okay,

Let's get this off.

Here, let me help you.

She's hurt

pretty badly.

STEVE:
You know, this was supposed

to be my weekend off.

But, no!

You got me out here,

dragging your heavy ass,

through the

burning desert,

with your dreadlocks sticking

out the back of my parachute.

You gotta come down

here with an attitude,

acting all big and bad.

And what the hell

is that smell?

(SCREAMING)

I could've been

at a barbecue!

But I ain't mad.

It's all right.

It's all right.

(RUMBLING FAINTLY)

(CAR MOTORS RUNNING)

Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Hey!

RUSSELL:
Do you need

a lift, soldier?

When I flew overhead, I saw a

base not too far from here.

It ain't on the map.

Trust me, it's there.

SOLDIER:
Ten hut!

Mr. President. General.

Welcome to Area 51.

Please follow me.

MITCHELL:
We're now 24

floors beneath the surface,

and, here's our main

research facility.

Let's see it.

I'm sorry, sir, it's a clean room.

It's to keep it static free.

If we'd all get to decontamination...

Open the door.

Yes, sir.

(KEYS JINGLING)

(BEEPING)

TOM:
My God!

Why the hell wasn't I

told about this place?

Two words, Mr. President.

Plausible deniability.

TOM:
I don't understand. Where

does all this come from?

How do you get funding

for something like this?

You don't actually think they

spend $20,000 on a hammer,

$30,000 on a toilet

seat, do you?

MITCHELL:
Mr. President,

this is Dr. Okun.

He's been heading up the research department

on this project for the last 15 years.

How do you do?

Mr. President!

Wow! (CHUCKLES)

This...

What a pleasure!

As you can

imagine, they...

They don't let

us out much.

I can understand that.

(CLEARS THROAT)

BRAKISH:
Well...

I guess you'd like to

see the big tamale?

Follow me.

(BEEPING)

(DOOR OPENING)

(MEN TALKING

INDISTINCTLY)

She's a beaut,

ain't she?

BRAKISH:
As you can

see from the repairs,

we've been trying to put her back

together since the late 1960s.

Don't tell me you've had this for 40 years

and you don't know anything about them.

Oh, hell, no! No,

no, no, no, no!

BRAKISH:
We know

tons about them.

But the neatest

stuff...

The neatest stuff has only

happened in the last few days.

See, we can't duplicate their type of power,

so we've never been able to experiment.

But since these guys started showing up,

all the little gizmos inside turned on.

(LAUGHING)

The last 24 hours have

been really exciting!

Exciting? People are

dying out there.

I don't think exciting is the

word I'd choose to describe it!

You guys are hoping

to fly this thing?

TOM:
You said you can

repair their technology.

Can you tell us anything

useful about them?

Oh, yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

(STAMMERS) Well, I mean...

They're not all that

dissimilar from us.

BRAKISH:
Breathes oxygen, comparable

tolerances to heat, cold.

Probably why they're

interested in our planet.

Hey!

Hey!

You guys wanna

see them?

(DOORS OPENING)

(LOUD THUDDING)

This is...

This is the vault.

Or, as some of us have

come to call it...

the freak show.

(BRAKISH LAUGHING MANUALLY)

(BEEPING)

When we found them,

they were wearing

some sort,

of biomechanical suits.

Once we got them off, we learned a

great deal about their anatomy.

BRAKISH:
Eyes, ears,

no vocal cords.

We are assuming they communicate with

each other through some other means.

DAVID:
You're obviously not thinking

about hand signals and body language.

It's some kind of extrasensory

perception, telepathy.

TOM:
So...

It's an organic

life form.

Can they be killed?

Their bodies are just

as frail as ours.

And these two died

in the crash.

This one a few

weeks later.

BRAKISH:
You just...

You have to get through their

technology, which is...

I'm sorry to say,

far more advanced.

TOM:
David,

you unlocked part of

their technology.

You cracked the code.

Oh, no, no. All I did was

stumble onto their...

signal. I don't

know how...

helpful I can be.

Why don't you show him what

you've discovered so far?

Figure out what they

haven't thought of yet.

We'll see if you're as smart

as we all hope you are.

What code?

(RUMBLING)

Captain Steven Hiller,

United States Marine Corps.

I'm sorry, captain. This

is a restricted area.

I can't let you pass

without clearance.

Okay.

Come here.

You wanna see

my clearance?

(ALIEN GROANS)

(GASPS)

Maybe I'll just leave

this here with you.

Let them pass.

Let them pass!

Get the hell out of the way!

Did you see that?

BRAKISH:
Come on down.

Look!

Watch your step.

DAVID:
Alright.

Well, obviously this cockpit

was designed to seat three.

Though how they sat on

them, I don't know.

Gently.

You see these gizmos flashing?

DAVID:
Yeah.

We've been working around the clock

trying to get a fix on all this crap.

Some stuff we figured

out right away.

This we're pretty sure is the life

support system for the cabin.

(COUGHS)

And this doohickey

is connected to...

Well, it was connected to the engine.

Here, take that, will you?

These configurations...

Well, to be honest, we don't

know what the hell this crap is.

But this is clearly what they use

to guide and navigate their craft.

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