Independence Day Page #14
EXT. HIGHWAY - CITY LIMITS - SAME
With the massive devastation in the b.g., Jasmine drives the
maintenance truck down the highway. In the back, the few
survivors she's found.
In the back, four INJURED PASSENGERS lay across the flatbed as
a thin, older man, TEDDY tends to them.
INT. MAINTENANCE TRUCK - SAME
Jasmine spots a TALL MAN, his closes in tatters RUNNING down
the highway, his arms in the air.
TALL MAN:
The end has come! He speaketh
his word and the end hast come!
Jasmine pulls up along side him.
JASMINE:
Hop on. We're heading out to El
Toro.
TALL MAN:
You cannot defy what has come, it
is the end!
The tall man moves off, screaming to the heavens. As Jasmine
watches him drift away she SEES...
OVERTURNED MILITARY HELICOPTER
Still smoldering from the crash. A woman can be seen inside,
still alive. Jasmine jumps out.
JASMINE:
Give me a hand.
Teddy joins Jasmine as they pry open the door. Inside, the
pilots have been killed, but Mrs. Whitmore, THE FIRST LADY,
lays there in great pain, blood across her blouse.
JASMINE:
Let's get her out of here.
They erase her from the wreckage, laying her on the
ground. Dylan comes over, standing next to his mother.
TEDDY:
Suddenly we HEAR the CLICKING of a rifle COCKING.
MALE VOICE (O.S.)
Who's got the key?
Jasmine turns and see a REDNECK leveling his rifle at her.
Behind him a small damaged sports car pulls up, packed to the
gills with stolen, looted appliances.
REDNECK:
(yelling to pals)
Looks like I've solved our
transportation problem.
JASMINE:
Hey, you're welcome to come with
us. We're leaving here anyway...
REDNECK:
We're not. Give me the key.
(yelling back)
Get 'em off.
Two GUYS rush from their vehicle over to the maintenance
truck, pulling the injured off the tailback.
TALL MAN (O.S.)
Repent! Sinners! Repent! The
end hast come!
Running up from behind, the Tall Man comes over screaming.
The Redneck turns his gun on him.
REDNECK:
Back off. This ain't your
business.
As the Redneck is distracted, Jasmine spots the bag of
fireworks protruding out of Dylan's back pocket.
TALL MAN:
You cannot go against the word,
brother.
REDNECK:
Sure I can.
The Redneck SHOOTS the Tall Man. His buddies laugh.
REDNECK (cont'd)
Now give me that key, b*tch.
As he turns back to Jasmine, Boomer starts BARKING wildly.
Just as he turns to shoot the dog, Jasmine lights a key ROCKET
from the fireworks bag. The rocket BLASTS into the Redneck,
The Redneck drops the rifle, attempting to put out the flames,
his cronies rush to his aid. Jasmine picks up the gun, moves
in on them.
JASMINE:
This "b*tch" was born in Alabama
with a Daddy who loved to hunt.
(cocking the weapon)
So don't think for one second that
I don't know how to use this.
She FIRES the rifle. Quickly the rednecks scamper away.
CUT TO:
EXT. DRY LAKE - DESERT - LATER
Dragging a heavy bundle wrapped in his parachute, Steve
marches across the desert floor. The alien ARM/TENTACLE
dangles out of the parachute.
Exhausted, Steve stops to wipe his brow. He hears something,
turns around.
STEVE'S POV - THE TRAILER ARMADA
Several hundred of the trailers from the refugee camp are
headed en mass towards him. Smiling, Steve signals them.
The trailers pull up on either side, surrounding him. Miguel
leans out of his trailer.
MIGUEL:
(sarcastic)
Need a lift?
STEVE:
When I flew overhead, I saw some
kind of base, not far.
Confused, Miguel checks his map.
MIGUEL:
It's not on the map.
STEVE:
Trust me, it's there.
Flying over the desert, Air Force One sails over an immense
valley, Area 51 below - hangars, a few buildings, a small air
strip, not much.
Super:
N.I.A. Base - "Area 51", NevadaEXT. RUNWAY - LATER
Air Force One lands. Wheels touch down, skid.
INT. HANGAR - LATER
The large hangar doors open and Air Force One is rolled
inside. The President and his entourage are met by a
contingent of base personnel led by field operative, LT.
MITCHELL. He escorts them to a side hallway.
INT. HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS
Lt. Mitchell walks over to an odd wall switch as the President
and his entourage wait in the center of the hall. With a loud
hydraulic HUM, the entire hallway begins to SINK DOWN, an
enormous ELEVATOR.
PRESIDENT:
Why the hell wasn't I told about
this place?
NIMZIKI:
Two words, Mr. President.
Plausible deniability.
General Grey shoots Nimziki a pissed off look. When the
elevator stops, a door SLIDES open.
INT. RESEARCH FACILITIES - CONTINUOUS
Stepping out of the elevator, they walk into a large state of
the art, sterile clean research facility. It is amazingly
well staffed and organized.
PRESIDENT:
I don't understand. Where did all
this come from? How did this get
funded?
MOISHE:
You didn't think they actually
spent ten thousand dollars for a
hammer and thirty thousand for a
toilet seat, did you?
The President shoots him a look. They are greeted by a group
of SCIENTISTS in whit coats led by, DR. OKUN.
MITCHELL:
Mr. President, I'd like to
introduce you to Dr. Okun. He's
been heading up our research here
for the last fifteen years.
Dr. Okun is an odd, hyper-energetic man who's spent too much
time in isolation.
OKUN:
Mr. President, a real pleasure.
They don't let us out much, you
you.
PRESIDENT:
(uncomfortable)
Yes.
OKUN:
Well, I guess you'd like to see
the big tamale? Follow me.
They walk up a ramp at the end of the room. Large heavily
The group steps inside and nearly gasps at...
THE ALIEN ATTACKER
Just like the one that chased Steve. The entourage stares in
horror and wonder. We can SEE the patch-work repairs they've
made on the ship over the years.
OKUN:
She's a beaut, ain't she?
Moishe leans close to David and Constance.
MOISHE:
(smug)
Never any space ships recovered by
the government, huh?
PRESIDENT:
We've had this for forty years and
you don't know anything about
them?
OKUN:
Hell no, we know tons about them.
happened in the last few days.
The President slowly walks around the ship as Okun talks.
David, mouth agape, just stares at it.
OKUN (cont'd)
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
gizmos inside turned on. The last
twenty four hours have been really
exciting!
PRESIDENT:
(exploding)
People are dying out there. I
don't think "exciting" is the word
The room goes silent, letting the President blow off steam.
PRESIDENT:
(calming)
What can you tell us about the
enemy we're facing?
OKUN:
Not all too dissimilar to us.
Breathes oxygen, comparable
tolerances to heat,
cold...probably why they're
interested in our planet.
(suddenly excited)
Hey, you wanna see them?
INT. MEDICAL RESEARCH VAULT - MOMENTS LATER
The lights slowly TURN ON, illuminated the vault. Okun leads
the group to a sealed partition.
OKUN:
This is vault, or as some of us
have come to call it, the "freak
show."
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