Independence Day Page #12

CONSTANCE:

(sadly)

Love was never our problem.

MOISHE:

All you need is love. John

Lennon. Smart man. Shot in the

back, very sad.

EXT. SKIES - SAME

In the distance we can see the devastated Los Angeles, the

space craft still hovering above it. The Fighters zoom into

frame.

INT. STEVE'S FIGHTER - SAME

Steve looks down, becomes worried.

STEVE:

I shouldn't have left her.

JIMMY:

(filtered)

Don't worry, big guy. I'm sure

she got out of here before it

happened.

Steve nods absently.

STEVE:

Let's lock and load.

INT. AIR FORCE ONE - SAME

The center F/A-18 on the radar map begins to FLASH yellow,

just under its image. We SEE a video display of its FLIR

(forward-looking infrared) targeting system, locked on.

TECHNICIAN:

Los Angeles attack squadron has

AMRAAM missiles locked on target.

TECHNICIAN #2

Washington and New York squadrons,

reporting lock on.

GENERAL GREY:

Fire at will.

EXT. STEVE'S FIGHTER - SAME

An Advanced Medium-Range Air-to-Air Missile (AMRAAM) DROPS

down from the underbelly of the fighter, DARTING OFF.

Radar targeted, the missile BANKS hard, adjusting. We SEE it

is joined by FOURTEEN other missiles, all rocketing towards

their target.

EXT. ALIEN SHIP - SECONDS LATER

The missiles are headed straight for the alien ship.

Suddenly about a quarter mile before they reach it, they

EXPLODE, as though blown out of the sky.

When the smoke clears we see there has been zero damage.

INT. STEVE'S FIGHTER - SAME

STEVE:

Damn it!

JIMMY:

(filtered)

I didn't even see them fire!

STEVE:

Command, Eagle One. Switching to

"sidewinders." We're moving in.

EXT. SKIES - SAME

In unison these amazing birds DIVE together, realigning

themselves into six groups of five, spreading out to attack

different areas of the ship.

STEVE'S GROUP

The first attack group, Steve's, are the first to near the

colossal alien craft. Simultaneously they drop their AIM-9

sidewinder missiles.

PACK OF AIM-9 SIDEWINDER MISSILES

They reach the same quarter-mile proximity and EXPLODE.

INT. STEVE'S FIGHTER - SAME

STEVE:

They must have some kind of

protective shield surrounding

their hull. Pull up.

Most of the fighters do, but one is too late and SMASHES into

the ship's protective shield.

EXT. SKIES - SAME

Steve's squadron BANKS hard, skirting the edge of the ship's

protective shield.

As the fighters approach, the alien ship's enormous ATTACK BAY

doors OPEN. Suddenly DOZENS OF ALIEN ATTACKERS dart out

towards our fighters.

STEVE:

(filtered)

Evasive maneuvers! Check Six!

Just moving away in time, our Fighters barely dodge the

oncoming enemy Attackers as they FIRE a HAILSTORM of FIREPOWER

(tracker bullet-like lasers) showering the sky.

As Steve's plane DIVES, an Attacker follows. Jimmy's plane

pulls up behind the attacker.

HEADS UP DISPLAY - HUD

Jimmy's HUD has the alien attacker in his sights.

JIMMY:

(filtered)

Got you covered, Stevie.

Jimmy FIRES, another AIM-9 Sidewinder TAKES OFF.

ALIEN ATTACKER:

The Sidewinder overtakes the attacker as Steve ROLLS AWAY out

of position. Five yards before the sidewinder can get to the

Attacker, it EXPLODES.

JIMMY:

Sh*t! They've got shield too.

STEVE'S FIGHTER

Banks back around to get a shot. Just as he turns, three

American Fighters are BLOWN TO RIBBONS from Attacker tracer

fire.

The Attackers are in hot pursuit of Jimmy's fighter. The

Fighter flying next to Jimmy is DEMOLISHED.

STEVE:

Jimmy, roll right. I'll cover.

Jimmy's fighter narrowly rolls away from the tracer fire as

Steve fires another Sidewinder, momentarily distracting the

Attacker.

Jimmy falls in line with Steve as the attackers turn on them.

Both fighters jerk downwards at a ninety degree angle at MACH

ONE. Narrowly missing the ground, they bank away. The

Attackers can't follow.

INT. AIR FORCE ONE - SAME

Fighter after fighter begin to disappear from the display

screens.

CONSTANCE:

We're losing them.

PRESIDENT:

Then get them out of there.

Suddenly one of the large radar display maps FIZZLES OUT.

TECHNICIAN:

We've lost the satellite.

Before he can adjust, another monitor FIZZLES AWAY.

EXT. LOS ANGELES - SAME

One by one we SEE the fighters getting TAKEN OUT. Fireballs

litter the laser-tracer fire covered skies.

STEVE:

Maybe we can out run them. Follow

my lead.

Jimmy and Steve bank away from the craft, hit the supercruise,

BOLTING AWAY at Mach 2.

Both Jimmy and Steve are held tight against their seats,

straining against the G-Force.

Two Attackers spot them and follow in hot pursuit.

Steve and Jimmy are flying at breakneck speeds, the attackers

slowly gaining on them.

STEVE:

Jimmy, kick it! They're gaining.

JIMMY:

We're already over Mach 2!

STEVE:

So push it!

Readouts show the planes flying beyond measurement.

INT. JIMMY'S FIGHTER - SAME

As the planes accelerate, Jimmy fights to remain conscious.

JIMMY:

Stevie... I can't...

STEVE:

Jimmy, stay with me.

Jimmy slowly loses consciousness. His fighter slows, drifting

off to the right.

STEVE:

JIMMY!

ALIEN ATTACKERS:

gain on them. One catches up with Jimmy's fighter and FIRES.

JIMMY'S FIGHTER

Laser-tracers SHOWER the Fighter. It EXPLODES. Job done, his

Attacker banks away, returning to Los Angeles.

STEVE:

No!!!!

Steve's Attacker stays right with him, slowly gaining. Steve

kicks his harder, keeping the distance.

CUT TO:

INT. EL TORO - AIR TOWER - SAME

A radar OPERATOR spots something on his screens. He turns to

Captain Watson.

OPERATOR:

We have incoming.

WATSON:

Friendly?

OPERATOR:

I don't think so.

Watson hits an alarm which ROARS.

EXT. EL TORO - TARMAC - SECOND LATER

A dozen PILOTS race out onto the field, running for their

planes. Before anyone can reach them, the sky darkens with

ALIEN ATTACKERS who STRAFE the runway.

INT. TOWER - SAME

Through the front glass of the tower we SEE the Attackers

firing. One fires directly at the tower. Watson DIVES for

cover as everything around him erupts into a gigantic

FIREBALL.

WIDE ANGLE - EL TORO

The entire base goes up in flames.

CUT TO:

EXT. SKIES - FIGHTER & ATTACKER - SAME

Steve looks down over the side of his fighter.

STEVE'S POV - THE GRAND CANYON - SAME

Steve HITS THE BRAKES. Surprised, the Attacker SAILS PAST.

Taking the moment, Steve DIVES down INTO THE GRAND CANYON.

STEVE:

(to himself)

Okay, jerk-off. Let's have some

fun.

The Attacker recovers, dives after Steve who flies dangerously

close to the canyon walls. The Attacker has trouble keeping

up with him but does.

Steve puts on a clinic in advanced aerobatics, banking,

diving, swerving.

The Attacker seems to be improving, following closer and

closer.

Steve ducks into smaller canyons, twisting sideways. Still

the Attacker follows close.

FUEL GAUGE - RUNNING LOW

Near empty. Frustrated, Steve gets pissed.

STEVE:

Damn it!

Steve turns down a dead and side canyon. The Attacker is

right on his tail.

STEVE:

Let's see if you're fully

equipped.

The Fighter is on a collision course with the end of the

canyon wall. Suddenly Steve yanks his ACES II - EJECTION

SEAT.

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