Independence Day Page #7

EXT. CLIFFSIDE, NEW JERSEY - LATER

The New York skyline behind him across the Hudson, David jumps

off his bike, and races towards a row of tract houses.

EXT. MOISHE'S TRACT HOUSE - SECONDS LATER

David BANGS on the door. It flies open. Moishe is holding a

hunting rifle, pointing it at David.

DAVID:

Pops!

MOISHE:

The television said they've

started with the looting already

Vultures.

DAVID:

You still got the Olds?

MOISHE:

You want to borrow the car? You

don't have a license.

DAVID:

That's okay. You're driving.

CUT TO:

INT. JASMINE'S HOUSE - DAY

Steve, wearing his Marine flight officer uniform, shoves the

last of his things into his duffel bag. We notice there are

small figurines of dolphins everywhere. Jasmine hovers

nervously behind him.

JASMINE:

You can't go. Call them back.

STEVE:

Baby, you know how it is. I have

to report to El Toro right away.

JASMINE:

You said you were on leave for the

Fourth.

STEVE:

They cancelled it. Why are you

acting like this?

Jasmine grabs the blinds and yanks them away. We SEE the

alien craft through the window.

JASMINE:

Why? That's why. That thing

scares the piss out of me.

EXT. DEBROW HOUSE - CONTINUOUS

Dylan sits behind the wheel pretending to drive. Steve grabs

him, pulling him out. He reaches into his duffel, grabs a small

brown paper bag.

STEVE:

Here. I got these for you. Be

careful with them.

Dylan opens the bag; fireworks. Jasmine walks over.

DYLAN:

Cool.

Steve tosses his gear into the back, opens his door.

JASMINE:

Wait. I have to tell you

something.

STEVE:

What?

JASMINE:

(loses her nerve)

Be careful.

STEVE:

Look, after your shift tonight,

why don't you grab Dylan and come

stay with me on base.

JASMINE:

Really? You don't mind?

STEVE:

(smiling)

Naw. I'll just tell my other

girlfriends they can't come over

tonight.

Pissed, she hits him. He loves it.

JASMINE:

You know, you're not as charming

as you think you are.

STEVE:

Yes, I am.

JASMINE:

Dick-weed!

STEVE:

Butt-munch.

They kiss. Steve hops into his car and peels out. Jasmine

takes the bag from Dylan.

JASMINE:

I'll take these.

DYLAN:

Mommmmmm...

CUT TO:

EXT. JERSEY - HIGHWAY - LATER THAT DAY

A perfectly preserved '68 Olds drives cautiously down the

highway. Around him we see other cars packed to the gills as

they make their escape from New York.

INT. OLDS - SAME

Not the most confident driver, Moishe holds the steering wheel

close to his chest.

MOISHE:

It's the White House, for crying

out loud. You can't just drive up

and ring the bell.

DAVID:

Can't this thing go any faster?

MOISHE:

You think they don't know what you

know? Believe me, they know. She

works for the President. They

know everything.

DAVID:

They don't know this.

MOISHE:

And you're going to educate them?

Tell me something, you're so smart

how come you spent eight years at

M.I.T. to become a cable

repairman?

DAVID:

Dad...

MOISHE:

All I'm saying is they've got

people who handle these things,

David. They want HBO, they'll

call you.

CUT TO:

INT. HOTEL LOUNGE, LOS ANGELES - LATE AFTERNOON

Mrs. Whitmore is at a house phone. Behind her we see several

news crews waiting for interviews.

PRESIDENT WHITMORE

(filtered through phone)

I want you out of there.

MARGARET:

You're staying there to keep

people calm. It's the right thing

to do. I'm not going to let them

criticize you for it.

INT. WHITMORE BEDROOM - WHITE HOUSE - SAME

The President sits on his bed, his daughter lays next to him,

watching T.V. The signal distortion is getting worse.

PRESIDENT WHITMORE

Okay, fine but the second your

interviews are done, I have a

helicopter ready to take you to

Nellis Air Force...

MARGARET:

(filtered)

How's the munchkin?

PRESIDENT WHITMORE

She's glued to the T.V., just like

the rest of the world. I love you

too. Here she is...

He hands Patty the phone as General Grey and Nimziki appear in

the doorway. The President walks over to them.

GENERAL GREY:

More ships keep arriving, fifteen

in total so far.

NIMZIKI:

This is crazy. We're loosing our

first strike capabilities!

GENERAL GREY:

We're trying to communicate with

them on all frequencies but we're

getting nowhere. Atlantic Command

is working on a type of visual

communication.

PRESIDENT WHITMORE

What the hell are they up to?

CUT TO:

EXT. TRAILER PARK - NIGHT

A long crowded highway of people trying to escape from Los

Angeles can be seen in the distance. The huge space craft

hovering behind them.

Miguel is on the roof of the trailer, adjusting the T.V.

antenna trying to get a picture. Suddenly the image clears

and we SEE a group of people in a crowded hallway.

REPORTER:

(filtered)

...a local crop duster was

arrested today attempting to land

at Edwards Air Force Base...

On the T.V. we SEE Russell being escorted to a police car.

Mortified, Miguel can't believe what he's seeing.

RUSSELL:

They've got to do something.

I was abducted by space aliens ten

years ago. They did all kinds of

experiments on me. They've been

studying us for years, learning

our weakness. We've go to do

something before they kill us all!

TROY (O.S.)

Just as Troy starts to climb up, Miguel changes the channel to

Mrs. Whitmore. Troy sits down next to Miguel.

MRS. WHITMORE

(filtered)

...we need to remain calm. As

more people decide to leave the

cities, safety is key...

MIGUEL:

Troy, you remember Uncle Hector,

from Tucson?

TROY:

He's got that SEGA Saturn CD, 64

bit, right?

MIGUEL:

Yeah. What would you think if we

went there to live for a while?

TROY:

That'd be cool!

Miguel thinks for a second, makes a decision.

MIGUEL:

Pack up, we're going.

Miguel jumps down from the roof. Troy climbs down the ladder.

TROY:

(yelling after him)

What about Dad?

ALICIA AND OLDER BOY

Kissing. It's getting hot. Alicia laughs, pushes him away.

OLDER BOY:

This could be our last night on

Earth. You don't want to die a

virgin, do you?

ALICIA:

What makes you think I'm a virgin?

The Older Boy is taken off guard. Before he can answer the

tarp they were hiding under is ripped away. Miguel stands

there.

MIGUEL:

Come on, we're going.

ALICIA:

I'm not going anywhere...

Miguel grabs her by the wrist and pulls her away.

EXT. FREEWAY - OUTSIDE WASHINGTON - NIGHT

We see the long highway leading to Washington, the space ship

hovering above it. One side of the freeway is packed solid,

the other completely empty, save for one car...

INT. MOISHE'S OLDS - NIGHT

Moishe looks to the other side of the freeway, jam packed. On

his side, they are the only car for miles.

MOISHE:

The whole world is trying to get

out of Washington and we're the

only schmucks trying to get in.

As Moishe drives, David distracts him as he unpacks his

backpack unloading his laptop. He grabs a CD.

MOISHE (cont'd)

What the hell is that?

DAVID:

This, pops, is every phone book in

America.

MOISHE:

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 just her first

initial, sometime her nickname...

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