Independence Day Page #9
We realize it's the B-WING PLANE landing on the stretch of
roadway directly in front of them.
EXT. ROADWAY - CONTINUOUS
The plane lands, skids into a turn. Russell jumps out, walks
over to the trailer. We can tell he's drunk again.
MIGUEL:
They let you out?
RUSSELL:
Just what the hell do you think
you're doing?
Miguel moves to meet Russell away from the trailer, not
wanting the others to hear.
MIGUEL:
We're leaving, don't try and stop
us.
RUSSELL:
You're not going anywhere. You
hear me? I'm still your father.
Miguel explodes, this has been building up for some time.
MIGUEL:
No, you're not! You're just the man
who married my mother. You're
nothing to me!
Russell is momentarily silent, stunned. Recovering...
RUSSELL:
Troy's still my son no matter how
you feel about me.
MIGUEL:
For once in your life think about
what's best for Troy. Who has to
beg for money to buy him medicine
when you screw up? Who?
Suddenly we hear glass CRASHING. Both men spin to find Troy
standing behind them.
TROY:
Stop it! I'm not a baby! I don't
need your stupid medicine. I
don't need anyone to take care of
me!
Miguel leans down to see the broken MEDICINE BOTTLE on the
floor. Miguel rushes over to him, furious.
MIGUEL:
You know what this stuff costs?
Do you want to get sick again!?
Do you!?
Frustrated, Miguel shoves Troy aside and heads back into the
trailer. Wobbly from the drinking, Russell stands there
pathetically, watching.
EXT. ANDREWS AIR FORCE BASE - NIGHT
A large group of press rush over toward FOUR APACHE
HELICOPTERS, each refitted with a large LIGHT BOARDS, as they
slowly lift off the ground. Cameras flash, reporters yell
questions to the Officers assigned to keep them at bay.
Several news organizations do stand up remotes. We TRACK past
them to the CNN crew.
CNN REPORTER:
What you see behind me are four
Apache helicopters...
INT. BRIEFING ROOM - WHITE HOUSE - SAME
On the television plays the CNN broadcast. The reception is
intermittently disrupted.
CNN REPORTER:
(filtered through T.V.)
...each has been refitted with
what Pentagon officially hope will
be our first step in communicating
with the alien craft...
We WIDEN to reveal a large contingent of military personnel
along with the President's chief advisors gathered around
several monitors, (the center monitors are momentarily blank).
Suddenly everyone snaps to attention as the President enters.
PRESIDENT:
Where are we?
GENERAL GRAY:
They're in the air.
CUT TO:
INT. OFFICE OF THE COMMUNICATIONS DIRECTOR - SAME
Moishe inspects a photo of Constance with the President,
impressed he nods with approval.
MOISHE:
(to himself)
Very nice.
Constance is looking at David's laptop displaying the
breakdown of the alien signal.
CONSTANCE:
And when is the countdown supposed
to expire?
DAVID:
(checking)
Fifty six minutes, forty five
seconds.
Constance runs her fingers through her hair, exasperated.
Moishe turns, listens.
CONSTANCE:
What do you want me to do?
DAVID:
I want you to leave with us.
Right now.
CONSTANCE:
I can't leave. We have to tell
this to the President.
DAVID:
He's not going to listen to me.
Surprised at his son, Moishe steps forward.
MOISHE:
Sure he'll listen. Why wouldn't
he?
DAVID:
Because last time I saw him I
punched him in the face.
MOISHE:
You punched the President in the
face?
DAVID:
He wasn't the President then.
CONSTANCE:
affair, which I wasn't.
MOISHE:
Punched the President? Oh my god.
APACHE HELICOPTERS
ZOOM by overhead. In the distance we see they are headed for
INT. HELICOPTER - PILOT - CONTINUOUS
PILOT:
Echo one, we are closing in.
EXT. SKIES - CONTINUOUS
The choppers alter their formation, aligning themselves
alongside one another. As the helicopters near the craft, we
see how tiny they appear against the gargantuan space ship.
INT. HALLWAY - ELEVATORS - WHITE HOUSE - MINUTES LATER
The elevator doors open and Moishe steps out, overwhelmed and
impressed. Constance leads them down the hall. Moishe turns
to David, whispers.
MOISHE:
If I had known I was going to meet
the President, I'd a worn a tie.
Look at me, I look like a
schlemiel.
The Office is empty as the trio walks in. Moishe can't
believe he's in there. He straightens himself up, combs his
hair.
CONSTANCE:
Wait here. I'll be right back.
David sets up his laptop.
MOISHE:
Not on his desk.
The middle monitors are now on. They show the night vision
P.O.V. of the helicopters as they approach. On the side
monitors we SEE the various news broadcast of this event.
NEWSCASTER:
(filtered)
...the helicopters are making
their final approach...
On the middle monitor, through the night vision camera on the
lead helicopter we SEE the side of the craft as the
helicopters near. Everyone in the room watches, tense.
Constance enters and kneels down next to the President,
whispering in his ear. The President gets up and follows
Constance. Chief of Staff Nimziki objects.
NIMZIKI:
You're leaving now?
The President silences him with a look. As they exit.
CONSTANCE:
I don't know how you put up with
him.
PRESIDENT:
He used to run the NASA. He knows
where all the bones are buried.
Comes in handy.
CONSTANCE:
I'll bet.
The door flies open and Constance and the President enter.
The moment President Whitmore sees David, he freezes.
PRESIDENT:
What the hell's he doing here?
Moishe, bursting, steps forward.
MOISHE:
Moishe Martinsburg, Mr. President.
CONSTANCE:
My ex-husband works in satellite
communications.
PRESIDENT:
I don't have time for this...
With a BANG, David suddenly KNOCKS everything off the
President's desk and starts to draw on the ink blotter.
DAVID:
It's about "Line o sight," Mr.
President...
David draws a circle representing Earth and a smaller circle
just away from it. The President reluctantly nears.
DAVID:
...If you wanted t coordinate
with ships all over the world, you
couldn't send one signal to every
place at the same time. That's
called line of sight...
Drawing a line from the ship of either side of the Earth, we
SEE that you could not send a signal to the other side.
DAVID (cont'd)
...you'd need to relay your signal
using satellites...
David draws small satellites surrounding Earth.
DAVID (cont'd)
...to reach each ship. I have
found a signal hidden inside our
own satellite network.
Suddenly an aide, ALEX, appears in the doorway.
ALEX:
Excuse me, Mr. President. They're
starting.
The President turns to the monitor in his office. We SEE the
helicopters turning on the light boards affixed to the front
of their cockpits. He turns back to David.
DAVID:
Mr. President, they are using our
own satellites against us and the
clock is ticking.
EXT. HELICOPTERS - SAME - NIGHT
The large light panels TURN ON, multi-colored lights slowly
begins to flash in a repeating sequential patterns.
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