Independence Day Page #8
David starts to look it up. Suddenly...
DOZENS OF CARS HEADING STRAIGHT FOR THEM
In the attempt to get out, hundreds of cars have been re-
directed by the military to use the opposite side of the
highway.
MOISHE:
Oh my God!
Moishe SWERVES violently to avoid collision, barely missing
the oncoming traffic. Dodging right to left, Moishe hangs on
for dear life.
A Military Office, assisting in diverting the cars turns just
in time to see the Olds whiz by.
David and Moishe are bounded around the inside of the car as
Moishe tries to veer through traffic.
Suddenly A TRUCK blocks off their only escape route.
Moishe turns HARD and drives up onto the right shoulder.
OVERHEAD ANGLE - OLDS AND TRAFFIC
The Olds is the only car in headed that direction. Using the
shoulder, swerving to miss barricades, they drives off an exit
ramp.
DAVID:
Nice driving, pops!
Dangerously close to a heart attack, Moishe is, for once, at a
loss for words. Over their adrenaline pumped faces...
MALE VOICE (V.O.)
...put your hands together for
Sabrina!
CUT TO:
INT. STRIP CLUB - LOS ANGELES - NIGHT
A bikini-clad Sabrina twirls gracefully on the stage. As she
comes to a stop we reveal Sabrina is actually Jasmine. She
looks out into the audience and her expression DROPS.
REVERSE ANGLE - JASMINE'S POV - EMPTY CLUB
Five strippers and eight customers. All crowded near the
television watching the news.
ANGLE T.V. - ROOFTOP - LOS ANGELES
Helicopter footage of people gathered on the rooftops of
downtown Los Angeles holding up drawings of space aliens.
NEWSCASTERS:
(filtered)
...from the "it could only happen
in California" file, hundreds of
UFO fanatics have gathered on the
rooftops of downtown Los Angeles,
welcoming the new arrivals...
INT. DRESSING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Jasmine storms into the dressing room. Wiping off her makeup,
she sits down next to TIFFANY who watches the same report on a
small b&w.
JASMINE:
I can't believe I even came in
tonight. What was I thinking?
TIFFANY:
(re:
T.V.)Isn't this cool? And you thought
I was nuts. Oh, look, I brought
mine with me.
Tiffany holds up a drawing of a space alien.
JASMINE:
You're not thinking of joining
those idiots?
TIFFANY:
I'm going over there soon as I'm
off. Wanna come?
Jasmine turns to Tiffany, dead serious.
JASMINE:
Tiffany, I don't want you to go up
there. Promise me you won't.
(Tiffany pouts)
Promise!
TIFFANY:
I promise.
JASMINE:
Okay. I'm gone. I'm outta town
for a while.
Her boss MARIO enters and walks over to his private office in
back. He opens the door and finds Dylan playing with his dog,
Boomer.
MARIO:
What the hell's your kid doing
here?
Jasmine rushes past picking up Dylan and carrying him away as
she heads for the exit. Boomer follows.
JASMINE:
You try to find a sitter today.
MARIO:
Where do you think you're going?
You leave, you're fired.
JASMINE:
(out the door)
Nice working with you, Mario.
CUT TO:
EXT. WASHINGTON D.C. - NIGHT
The streets are nearly deserted. Millions of small lights on
the underbelly of the craft cast strange reflections on the
streets below. The Olds drives on its way towards the Capitol
building.
INT. OLDS - CONTINUOUS
David types frustratedly on his laptop.
MOISHE:
Not listed, huh?
DAVID:
I just haven't found it yet. I
tried C. Halbrook, Connie
Halbrook, Spunky Halbrook...
MOISHE:
Spunky?
DAVID:
College nickname.
MOISHE:
You try Martin?
DAVID:
She didn't take my name when we
were married.
Moishe shrugs. David gives it a shot. Finds it. The machine
BEEPS.
MOISHE:
(sarcastic)
So what do I know?
CUT TO:
INT. LOCKER ROOM - EL TORO MARINE CORPS STATION - NIGHT
A crowded locker room. Steve enters.
MALE VOICE (O.S.)
Where the hell've you been?
STEVE:
Ah, were you guys waiting for me?
Several Marines throws towels at Steve as he makes his way to
his locker. His best friend, JIMMY, sits next to him.
JIMMY:
Can you believe it? This is
serious sh*t, Stevie. They've
recalled everyone!
As Steve sits he SEES some envelops stuck into the side of his
locker.
STEVE:
Well, the mail's still working.
He flips through the envelops and FREEZES when he sees one
with the NASA insignia on it. Jimmy snatches it away from
him.
JIMMY:
Junk mail. You don't want this.
Steve quickly snatches it back, right it open and reads. From
the disappointment on his face we can tell it's bad news.
Realizing, Jimmy puts a hand on Steve's shoulder.
JIMMY:
I don't believe it. They make you
learn how to fly everything from
an Apache to a Harrier and still
they turn you down? What else do
they want you to learn?
STEVE:
How to kiss ass.
Steve crumples at the letter and tosses it. Angrily he opens his
locker. Pasted on the locker door we see photos of Jasmine
next to the photos of the space shuttle, Apollo Missions, and a
As Steve stuffs his jacket into the locker, something falls
out. Before Steve can grab it, Jimmy snatches it up first.
JIMMY:
(embarrassed)
Jasmine has this thing for
dolphins. I had them make it...
STEVE:
I thought you said you were doing
to break it off.
Steve snatches it back, embarrassed.
JIMMY (cont'd)
Steve, listen to me, you're never
gonna get to fly the space shuttle
if you marry a stripper.
Steve knows he's right. He's torn.
CUT TO:
EXT. WHITE HOUSE - MOMENTS LATER - NIGHT
The Olds stops near the White House. From here we can SEE
tanks and armed patrols. A small group of protesters have
gathered, upset about the military hardware. Signs: "Don't
provoke" "Violence begets Violence."
INT. ODS - CONTINUOUS
David adjusts a small portable satellite, connecting it to his
phon and laptop computer.
MOISHE:
So, you want to ring the bell or
should I?
David flips open the phone, dials the number on the screen.
DAVID:
Perfect, she's using it.
MOISHE:
It's perfect the line is busy?
DAVID:
Yes. I can use he signal to
triangulate her exact position in
the White House.
MOISHE:
You can do that?
Shooting his father a look.
DAVID:
(sarcastic)
INT. WHITE HOUSE - HALLWAY - MOMENTS LATER
Constance is just finishing a call on her cellular phone.
CONSTANCE:
...Sally, take my cat with when
you leave. No I'm staying here at
the White House. Take care.
The moment she hangs up, it RINGS. Surprised, she answers.
CONSTANCE:
What?
DAVID:
(filtered)
Connie, don't hang up.
CONSTANCE:
David? How'd you get this number?
DAVID:
Walk to the window. Right in
front of you.
Constance looks up to the large glass windows. She walks over
to it, looking out.
CONSTANCE:
What am I looking for?
CONSTANCE'S POV - STREET - OLDS - DAVID
Between two of the tanks outside, Constance can SEE David
standing on top of the Olds across the street. Moishe steps
out, waves. Constance is stunned.
CONSTANCE:
(to herself)
How does he do that?
CUT TO:
Sulking, Alicia sits in back with he walkman on. Troy sleeps
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