Independence Day (1996) - full transcript

On July 2nd, communications systems worldwide are sent into chaos by a strange atmospheric interference. It is soon learned by the military that a number of enormous objects are on a collision course with Earth. At first thought to be meteors, they are later revealed to be gigantic spacecraft, piloted by a mysterious alien species. After attempts to communicate with the aliens go nowhere, David Levinson, an ex-scientist turned cable technician, discovers that the aliens are going to attack major points around the globe in less than a day. On July 3rd, the aliens all but obliterate New York, Los Angeles and Washington, as well as Paris, London, Houston and Moscow. The survivors set out in convoys towards Area 51, a strange government testing ground where it is rumored the military has a captured alien spacecraft of their own. The survivors devise a plan to fight back against the enslaving aliens, and July 4th becomes the day humanity will fight for its freedom. July 4th is their Independence Day...

ASTRONAUT: For those who haven't read the
plaque, we'll read the plaque.

Here men from the
planet Earth,

first set foot
upon the moon,

July 1969.

We came in peace
for all mankind.







If this isn't an insanely
beautiful woman, I'm hanging up.


(STAMMERS) I think you
should listen to this.


Ow! Ow!

MAN: God damn it! Damn!

MAN: Damn.

WOMAN: Come on, baby. Come on, baby.
Come on, baby. Come on.

This better not be another
damn Russian spy job!

Boys from Air Traffic Res
say the skies are clear.

It's the real thing.

A radio signal from
another world.

Let. Let's. Let's not
jump the gun here.

Get online with Space Command.
They're gonna want to know about...

Jeez, what's with the golf balls.
You're gonna kill me here.

Wait. wait. This
can't be right.

The calculated
distance from source,

is only 375,000km.

WOMAN: It's coming from the moon.


GREY: Who else knows
about this?

MAN: S.E.T.I. in New Mexico
identified a signal.


they're even more confused
than we are, sir.

Excuse me.

MAN: Yes, sir.

Radar reception has
been impaired,

but we were able
to get these.

We estimate that it has a
diameter of over 550km

and a mass roughly 1/4
the size of our moon.

GREY: What the hell is it?

A meteor?
No, sir.

MAN: No, definitely not.

How do you know?

Well sir, it's
slowing down.

It's what?
MAN: It's...

It's slowing down, sir.

Get me the Secretary
of Defense.

Then wake him!



MARY: Hi. It's me.

TOM: Hi.

What time is it there?

It's 2:45 in
the morning.

MARY: I know I didn't
wake you.

As a matter of
fact, you did.


I have a confession
to make.

I'm sleeping next to a
beautiful, young brunette.

MARY: You didn't let her stay
up all night watching TV?

Did you?
TOM: Of course not.

You're gonna come home right
after the luncheon, right?

MARY: Yes, yes, yes, yes.


Here's your mother.

Hi, honey!

Hi. I miss you.

I know, I miss you too.
President Whitmore's approval ratings

have slipped below 40%.

Even his crime bill failed to pass.
He's good.

Are the salad days over for
President Whitmore? More talk.

MAN: (ON TV) Leadership as
a pilot in the Gulf War

is completely different from
leadership in politics.

Daddy let me
watch Letterman.


WOMAN: (ON TV) That's the problem. They
elected a warrior and they got a wimp.

Good morning, George.

GEORGE: Good morning, Mr. President.

That game couldn't
have been pretty.

Thank you, sir.

Connie, you're up awfully
early this morning.

They're not attacking
your policies, sir.

They're attacking
your age.

CONNIE: Whitmore seems
less like the president

and more like the orphan
child Oliver asking.

Please sir, I'd
like some more.

That's clever.

Yeah, well, I'm
not laughing.

Age was never an issue when
you stuck to your guns.

You were thought of as
young, idealistic. Thanks.


the message has
gotten lost.

It's just too
much politics,

too much compromise.

Isn't it amazing how quickly
everyone can turn against you?

It's a fine line between
standing behind a principle and

hiding behind one.

You can tolerate a
little compromise,

if you're actually managing to
get something accomplished.


The Orange County Dispatch has voted you
one of the ten sexiest men of the year.


That's accomplishing

MAN: Excuse me, Mr.

It's the Secretary
of Defense.


Could you say
that again?

MAN: (ON RADIO) Station
WXBY out here in Brooklyn.

The temperature is 95
degrees in Central Park.

What it is here in the
borough, God only knows.

Let's go to Nick Jones.

He'll give us a traffic
report to the beaches...

JULIUS: So what
are you waiting?

My Social Security will expire,
you'll still be sitting there.

I'm thinking.

JULIUS: Yeah, well,
think already!

DAVID: Do you know how long it
takes for those cups to decompose?

If you don't move soon, I'm
gonna start to decompose.


Listen David, I've been
meaning to talk with you.

It's nice that you see me
so much now, but... Don't.

Don't start, Dad.

I'm only saying it's been what?
Four years?

You're still wearing
a wedding band?

Three years.

All right, three, four. You're divorced.
Come on. Move on.

This is not healthy.

DAVID: No, this is not healthy.
Smoking is not healthy.


JULIUS: Wait a minute, wait
a minute, wait a minute.

Wait, wait, wait.
This is not...

This is not checkmate.

See you tomorrow, Pop.

No, no, just hold on.
This is not checkmate.


Yes, we've got everybody we
have working on the problem.

I love XFiles, too. I
hope you get to see it.


MARTY: David! David!

What's the hell's the point of having a
beeper if you're not gonna turn it on?

It was turned on, I
was ignoring you.

Hello. What's the...

What's the big

It started
this morning.

Every station's making
like it's the 1950s.

We got static. We got snow.
All kinds of distortions.

Nobody knows...

What are you doing? There's a reason
we have bins labeled recycle.

What the hell
is going on?

My God in heaven.

So sue me, David!

We got a problem.

DAVID: Did you, try to
switch transponder channels?

MARTY: Oh, please. You think I'd be this
panicked if it was something simple?

Ok. Let's point the dish
at another satellite.

MARTY: We tried that.
It didn't work.

It's almost as though
they weren't even there.

All right. What've
we got here?

This is impossible.

MAN: We created a
race of robots.

Their function...

TROY: Miguel, the signal's
all screwed up.

MIGUEL: Stop it.
Just leave it alone.

You're gonna break
it, all right?

It's so fuzzy.

Oh, no.

Good morning, Lucas.

You see these?

LUCAS: I got a whole god
damn crop full of these.

If your father's not in
the air in 20 minutes...

I'm getting
someone else.


RUSSELL: Hey, Miguel!





MIGUEL: Russell! What
are you doing?



Just what in the hell do
you think you're doing?

Whoa! (GROANS)

It's the wrong
field, you idiot.

Lucas' farm is on the
other side of town.


Are you sure?



MAN: CNS is running a story
that we're covering up

some type of nuclear
testing experiment.

So tell them to run with it if
they want to embarrass themselves.

NASA's been on my
butt all morning.

They want to know
our position.

Our official position is we
have no official position.

Connie, what is
going on here?

Come on guys, would I
keep you out of the loop?

Yes, absolutely.
In a second.

So what? I can't
hear you.

At the moment our satellites
are somewhat unreliable.

Isn't it possible that this
thing may just pass us by?

ALBERT: What if it
doesn't pass us by?

Let's retarget some ICBMs
to blow it outta the sky.

And risk turning one dangerous
falling object into many?

TOM: We don't yet know enough
about what we're dealing with

to make any kind of
intelligent judgments.

Luckily, the press is making up
their own story at this point.

CONNIE: But that's
not gonna keep.

We may need to
upgrade to DEFCON 3.

ALBERT: Absolutely.

General contact NORAD.

You tell them we've
upgraded to DEFCON 3.

GREY: That's not what
the President said.

Don't you think that's a little premature?
I don't think so.

MAN: We have over 50% of the armed
forces out on weekend leave.

Not to mention the commanders and troops
that are in town for the 4th of July parade.

Go ahead, Commander.

Our intelligence tells us the object
has settled into a stationary orbit.

Well, that's good news.

Not really, sir.

MAN: Part of it has broken off into
nearly three dozen other pieces,

smaller than the
whole, sir,

yet over 15 miles in
width themselves.

Where are they heading?

They should be entering our atmosphere
within the next 25 minutes.

Take us to DEFCON 3.


MARTY: Please tell me we're
getting somewhere.

Oh, there's good news
and there's bad news.

All right. What's
the bad news?

DAVID: The bad news is there's no
penalty for disturbing my lunch.

MARTY: And the good news is
you're not gonna charge me.

No, the good news,

is that I found the problem.
It's not our equipment.

It's some kind of weird signal
embedded in the satellite feed.

Wait, that's
the good news?

Yeah, 'cause this signal has a
definite sequential pattern.

So as soon as I find the
exact binary sequence,

then I can calculate the phase reversal with that
analyser I bought for your birthday and apply it,

we should be able to
block it out completely.

And then we'll be the only guys
in town with a clear picture!

Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, David!
That's why I love you!

That's not necessary.

Yes! Too kind.


This better be good.
MAN: Captain on deck!

Sir, we're looking at a total
radar blackout over a 13 km area.

Let's do a diagnostic check...
Excuse me, sir.

The radar may be malfunctioning,
but the infrared

is totally off the map.



Get me Atlantic
Command on the line.

MAN: Hang on, sir.

Sir, we have visual range with
incoming over Iraqi airspace.

Second sighting?

Yes, sir. This just came
in from the Persian Gulf.

Correction, sir.

MAN: We now have two confirmed
visual contacts.

GREY: That's affirmative.
Mr. President.

They're tracking another one
off the California coastline.

All right, go ahead.
Put it on.

General, you might want
to watch this. Yes.

MAN: (ON TV) Ladies and gentlemen.

ladies and gentlemen,

we are interrupting
our regular broadcast

to bring you
extraordinary events

taking place in the
Russian Republic.

MAN: (ON TV) This
unexplained disturbance,

and the hysteria that it's
causing are incredible.

WOMAN: (ON TV) How would you
describe, what you're seeing?

It is clearing
the mountains,

moving too slowly to
be a comet or meteor.

Widespread panic has
gripped the countryside

as thousands have
taken to the streets.

It is confirmed.

The unexplained phenomenon
is headed for Moscow.

Mr. President, we have an
AWAC off the West Coast.

GREY: ETA with contact
point, three minutes.

MAN: I don't understand it, sir.
Side radar doesn't see it.

I know. It's
blind, sir.

Nothing is registering.

MAN: (ON RADIO) Negative.
We have zero visibility.

Visibility is at zero.

Command, this is
Eagle Eye 370.

GREY: Captain, the
president is listening.

Repeat what you
just told me.

MAN: (ON RADIO) We still
have zero visibility.

Instrumentation is

We can't get any kind of reading
of what's in front of us.

Wait a minute.

May be clearing.


MAN: Pull up! Pull up!



Line's gone, sir.

Two more have been spotted
over the Atlantic.

One's moving
toward New York,

the other's headed
this direction.

How much time
do we have?

Less than 10 minutes.

MAN: Alex, organize
a military escort.

GREY: Mr. President,
I strongly recommend

we move you to a secure
location immediately.

Connie, can we expect the same
kind of panic we saw in Russia?

More than likely.
ALBERT: Mister President.

We can discuss
this on the way.

I'm not leaving.

ALBERT: We have to maintain
a working government...

I want you to get
the vice president,

the whole cabinet
and joint chiefs,

and take them to a
secured location.

I'm staying.

I don't want to add to a public
hysteria that's gonna cost lives.

CONNIE: Yes, sir.

We'll initiate the Emergency
Broadcast System.

We'll advise people,
not to panic.

The best idea right now,
is to stay in their homes.

Yes, sir. Roy. Dean.

Alex, you contact the
cabinet members.

Have them
rendezvous here.

We'll take
them to NORAD.

Mr. President, with your permission,
I'd like to remain at your side.

I had a feeling
you would.

And what happens if
they do become hostile?

Then God help us.

CONNIE: (ON TV) There it is, the
strange atmospheric phenomenon.

It is apparently what has been causing
all the distortions in our broadcasts.

GIRL: David, are
you watching this?


MAN: Not to react in a
manner of cold fear.

We have no evidence that these
phenomena are endangering anyone.

Thus far reports
of aggression,

Marty, listen,
listen to this.

I got a lock on the pattern of that
signal, so we can filter it out but...

if my calculations are right, it's going
to be gone in, like seven hours anyway.

It's reducing itself
every time it recycles,

so eventually it's
gonna disappear...

You listening?
Can you believe this.

David, haven't you
been watching?

CONNIE: General.


Good afternoon.

So far, the phenomenon has
not caused any damage.

We have to ask you
to try to stay calm,

and it's important for
everyone not to panic.

We have a fix on three of the
occurrences about to appear of...

It's just unreal.

Hey, Miguel, come here.

CONNIE: (ON TV) One is
headed towards Los Angeles.

The other two are on
our eastern seaboard

headed towards New York
and Washington D.C.

MAN: Marty. Marty.

Jamie says this building
has an old bomb shelter.

We're heading
down there now.

All right, all right everybody,
head down to the basement.

Take it slow.
Don't run.

Walk down to
the basement.

There's no shame
in hiding.

Oh, I better
call my mother.



Well, look who
we have here.

Hey, Russ, I heard you had a
little trouble this morning.

MAN: Dusted the wrong field.

Well I know you're probably
still a little confused

from your hostage

Hostage experience.

Did something happen
to you, Russ?

MAN: Oh, yeah. Seems years back,
our boy was kidnapped by aliens.

Did all kind of experiments
on him and such.

Tell them about
it, Russ.

You get a couple of beers in him, and
he'll tell you all about it, crazy stuff.

Won't you, Russ?


when they took you up in their
spaceship, did they do any...

sexual things,
do you recall?

Do you recollect?

Oh, Russ!



WOMAN: Let's get outta here.

What's going on?
What's going on?


What's that?

Let's get outta here.
Come on.


DYLAN: Mommy! Lookit!

It's too early, baby.


Is it a earthquake?

JASMINE: Not even
a four pointer.

Go back to sleep.




What are you
doing here?

You should be down
in the shelter.

What's going on?





Aren't you
coming, David?

No. I gotta see this.


That's cool, man!





You jerk!





DAVID: The signal.

My God.

Now what do we do?

Address the nation.

There's gonna be a lot of
frightened people out there.


I'm one of them.


Hey, hey, hey! Come on.
He's just trying to impress you.

If you want to impress me,
you need to get a job,

and stop slobbering
all over my shoe.


STEVE: I don't believe this.

Neighbors moving out.

Guess they finally got
tired of all these quakes.

A little shake and
they running.

MAN: (ON TV) Police and the fire departments
are asking everyone to stay off the phone.

STEVE: Baby, there's something
on the news about the quake.

MAN: The police are asking
us not to call 911.

STEVE: What's up, man?
DYLAN: Hey, Steve.

What you been
doing out there?

Shooting the aliens.

Oh, you shooting
aliens, right?

You think you tough?
What you got?

Turn around. Let me
see what you got.

Come on, Boomer. Let's get
you something to eat.

Oh, no...


Watch out. Watch
it now, baby.

I'll go grab the paper.
All right.




MAN: Honey, let's go!

JASMINE: Babe, you want
some of this coffee?


Boom, boom, boom!

MAN: (ON TV) Pentagon officials are
reporting more ships have just arrived

over the capitals
of India,

England and Germany,

bringing estimates up to
anywhere from 10 to 15

of these city-sized

MARTY: I know, Ma.
Just try and stay calm.

Tell her to pack
up and leave town.

Why? What happened?

Just do it!

Oh, Ma. Ma, listen.

Get your stuff together and
head for Aunt Esther's.

Don't argue with me.
Just go!

David, why did I just send
my mother to Atlanta?

MARTY: David.

David, talk to me.

Did you hear me tell you that the
signal hidden in the satellite feed

is slowly recycling
down to extinction?

Not really.
DAVID: It's a countdown.

A countdown?

Wait. A countdown
to what, David?

It's like in chess.

First you strategically
position your pieces,

then when the timing's
right you strike.


DAVID: They're positioning
themselves all over the world,

using this one signal to
synchronize their efforts.

In approximately six hours,

the signal's going to disappear, and
the countdown's going to be over.

And then what?


Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

I've got to call
my brother.

I'd better call
my housekeeper.

I gotta call my lawyer.

Forget my lawyer.

MAN: Ladies and gentlemen, the
president of the United States.

Good afternoon.

My fellow Americans,

a historic and unprecedented
event has occurred.

The question of whether or not
we're alone in the universe

has been answered.

Although it's
understandable that,

many of us feel a sense of
hesitation or even fear

we must attempt to
reserve judgment...

He says he's
your husband.

Oh, God.

What do you want?

You got to leave
the White House.

(WHISPERING) This is hardly the time nor the
place to be having that same old discussion!

DAVID: You don't understand.
You got to leave Washington.

Well, in case you
haven't noticed,

we are having a
little crisis here.

They're communicating
with a hidden signal.

They're going
to attack.

You are just
being paranoid!

DAVID: It's not paranoia. The
embedding's very subtle.

It's probably
been overlooked.


Marty, what are
you doing?

Get out of town as
soon as you can.

Please, my staff and I Ok.

TOM: Will remain in
the White House

as we attempt to
establish communication.

If you feel compelled
to leave these cities,

please do so in an
orderly fashion.


Hey! What's going on?

Excuse me.

Coming through.

MAN: The arrival of
the alien visitors

has caused over
10,000 fender-benders

in just a few
seconds' time,

but this is just
the beginning...

JASMINE: Come on
now, you can't go.

You got to call
them back.

I'm not going to do
this with you, Jasmine.

I've got to report
to El Toro.

But you said you was
on leave for the 4th.

Yeah, well, they
canceled it!

Look, why are you
acting like this?


That's why.

STEVE: Look.

I really don't think they
flew 90 billion light years,

to come down here
and start a fight

and get all rowdy.

Look why don't
you just relax?

I'm going to report to El Toro
and find out what's going on.

STEVE: What are you
doing in there, man?

DYLAN: Nothing.
I'm just driving.

Look. Here, I got
these for you.


Now, you be careful.

Steve, wait.

I want to tell
you something.

What is it, Jasmine?

You take care of
yourself, you hear?


Why don't you get
some things packed,

and you and Dylan come
stay with me on the base.

And you will see that there
is nothing to be scared of.


You don't mind?

Well, I mean...

We'll have to let all my
other girlfriends know

that they can't come
over, you know,

and got to postpone a little freaky-deaky.
There you go,

there he goes,
thinking you all that.

But you are not as charming
as you think you are, sir.

Yes, I am.

Them big old
Dumbo ears.

Look at you with
them chicken legs.

Come on Dylan, honey.


DAVID: Look out! Look out!



The television said they started
the looting already, heven't they?


You still have
the Plymouth?

You want to
borrow the car?

David, you don't
have a license.

You're driving.

Yeah, I'm driv...
I'm driving?

DAVID: Come on, come on.


I really want you
out of Los Angeles.

MARY: 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.

I appreciate it, your
trying to help me.


Stick to the truth it's
what you're good at.

TOM: All right. I'll
tell you the truth.

I don't want you in any
one of those cities.


I'll leave as soon as the
interviews are done.

All right.

There's a helicopter waiting.
They're gonna take you to Nellis.

MARY: And the munchkin?

TOM: She's going
to meet you there.

All right.

I love you.

I love you.

MARY: Bye.




JULIUS: It's the White
House for grying out loud!

You can't just drive
up and ring a bell.

Can't this thing
go any faster?

What, you think they don't
know what you know?

They know. Believe
me, they know.

She works for the president.
They know everything.

They don't know this.

You're going to
educate them?

Yeah so tell me something.
You're so smart.

How come you spend eight years at
M.I.T to become a cable repairman?


No all I'm saying is they got people
who handle these things, David.

They want HBO,
they'll call you.

JULIUS: Look at these, look at these people.

Vultures. They take,
and then they go.

They're going, they're
going faster than we are.

Look at this we're
in the fast lane.

I can't go faster. They're
cutting me off here.

No one's cutting you off.
We're going to get a ticket.

They're getting in front of me.
I can't go any faster.

All right. All right. I
don't want to argue you.


Let's just get there,

as quickly as possible.
What's the rush?

You think we'll get to
Washington, it won't be there?

WOMAN: A local crop
duster was arrested today

as he papered city hall
with leaflets from the air.

Everybody's leaving.

Can you give us
some of your time?

Do you want to
make a statement?

RUSSELL: We've got
to stop them!

I was kidnapped by space
aliens 10 years ago.

They did all kinds of
experiments on me.

They've been studying us for
years, finding out our weaknesses.

We've gotta stop them!

They're gonna
kill us all!

WOMAN: Some people attribute
his eccentric behavior

to post-traumatic
stress syndrome

from his service as
a pilot in Vietnam.

Others, however, have a
more unusual theory.

How would you describe Mr.

Private. Keeps
to himself.

Real quiet. Quiet.

When they took him
up in the spaceship,

the aliens
abused him...


WOMAN: Mr. Casse is in the
county lockup this evening...

MIGUEL: Pack up.
We're leaving.

WOMAN: Due to extenuating

he may be released
later tonight.

Miguel, what about Dad?

This could be our
last night on Earth.

You don't want to
die a virgin...

do you?

Come on, we're going.

No. I'm not
going anywhere.


Stop it!


RUSSELL: Thanks a lot, partner.

You read my mind!

Stay here.

RUSSELL: We gotta get as far away
from these things as we can!

They let you out?

You damn right!

They got bigger fish to
fry now, believe you me!

Come on, boy!

MIGUEL: We're leaving
without you.

We're going to live with
Uncle Hector in Tucson.



Like hell you are.

I'm still your father.

No, you're not.

You're just the man who
married my mother.

You're nothing to me!



Well, what about Troy?



MIGUEL: For once in your life, why don't
you think about what's best for him?

Who has to beg for money to buy
him medicine when you screw up!

Huh? Who? Who?

(SCREAMS) You stop
it right now!

I'm not a baby anymore!

I don't want your stupid medicine,
because I'm so sick of medicine!

MIGUEL: Do you know
what this stuff costs?

Do you wanna get
sick again?

Do you?

MAN: Once again, the L.A.P.D.
Is asking Los Angelenos

not to fire their guns at
the visitor spacecraft.

You may inadvertently trigger
an interstellar war.

Think we can find something better
to do with our time, gentlemen?

JIMMY: Where you been, Stevie?

Man, this is unbelievable.
This is, like, huge.

They. They've
recalled everybody.

Well, looks like the
mail's still working.

STEVE: Oh! Oh, oh.

You got to do the
honors for me, man.

You're a wuss.

Yeah, whatever.
Shut up and read it.

It says...

Captain Steven Hiller,


United States Marine Corps.
Come on, come on, come on!

We regret to
inform you that,

despite your excellent
record of service...

I'm sorry, man.

You know what
you need to do?

You need to, like, kiss some serious
booty to get ahead in this world, man.

That's what I'm
trying to tell you.

See, I like the one-knee
approach because,

it puts the booty,
like right...

in front of the
lips, what's this?

STEVE: That's nothing.
JIMMY: Hold on. Hold on, man.

What is this?

STEVE: Jasmine kind of has a thing
for dolphins. I don't know.

JIMMY: Stevie, this is
a wedding ring.

I thought you said you were going
to break the whole thing off.

(SIGHS) Yeah.

Man, you know I
really like Jasmine.

You know that, right?

Man, you're never
going to get to fly

the Space Shuttle if
you marry a stripper.


MAN: It could only happen
in California file,

here's Wendy Walsh
with a special report.

WOMAN: Below us, we can see
hundreds of UFO fanatics

who have gathered on rooftops here in downtown
Los Angeles to welcome the new arrivals.

Oh, God! I hope they
bring back Elvis!

JASMINE: I just came in to get my check
tonight, and I got talked into working.

Oh, I must have
been tripping.

WOMAN: It's being called the
party event of the century,

and everyone is invited,
especially you know who.

This is so cool.

JASMINE: Girl, please.

Oh, hey.

I made it before I
came in tonight.

TIFFANY: Check it out.

Now I know you're not thinking
about joining those idiots.

Oh, I am going over there
as soon as I get off.

Do you wanna come?

Tiffany, listen
to me a second.

I have got a really bad feeling about this.
I don't want you to go.

Oh, like the really bad feeling
you got when I went to Las Vegas?

Yeah. And I was right.

You didn't get the job and you
lost all your money gambling.

Yeah, but I wasn't in L.A.
for the earthquake.

Tiff, I really don't
want you to go up there.

Now promise
me you won't.

Come on girl, promise me!
TIFFANY: No, no, no.

I promise.



I'm going.

JASMINE: I'm out of
town for a while.


Hey, there's my angel.
Come on.

Come on, Boomer.
Let's go.

Hey, come on. Talk to
your boyfriend later.

Hey! What the hell's
the kid doing here?


MAN: Get out of here!
You try finding a sitter today.

Hey! Hey, where do you
think you're you going?

You leave,
you're fired.

Nice working
with you, Mario.

Come on, Boomer.

JULIUS: Everyone in the world is
trying to get out of Washington.

We're the only schmucks
trying to get in.


What. What the
hell is that?

Pops, this is every
phone book in America.

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 her
just first initial,

sometimes it's
her nickname,

sometimes just her...

Oy, my God!

Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Slow down!


JULIUS: Where are they going?
DAVID: Please stop!

Tell them! Tell them!


DAVID: Slow down!


DAVID: Slow down!

JULIUS: We made it! We made it!
DAVID: Good, good.

Nice driving, Pops.


JULIUS: So, not listed?

DAVID: No, no. I just haven't
found it yet.

I tried C. Spano,
Connie Spano,

Spunky Spano.


College nickname.


You tried Levinson?

DAVID: No she didn't take my
name when we were married.

Why would she... What
are you talking about?

Try it.

Okay. Here. Look.


So, what do I know?




You want to ring the
bell or should I?


Oh, perfect.
She's using it.

Perfect. What's perfect?
It's busy.

Yeah. I can use
her signal,

to triangulate her exact
position in the White House.

You can do that?

Yeah. All cable
repairmen can, Pops.

MAN: The visitors have arrived, but the
president remains at the White House.


Are Mr. Whitmore's
actions A, ultra brave.

Or B, foolhardy?


DAVID: Now, don't hang up, sweetie.

David. How did you
get this number?

DAVID: Do me a favor.
Walk to the window.

And I'm looking
for what?

DAVID: You'll see.

Over here.

See us?

How does he do that?

MAN: Reporting live from
Andrews Air Force Base

just outside
Washington, D.C...

Yes, that's right, Tom,
an amazing moment.

We're reporting from
Andrews Air Force Base...

Now in light of our apparent inability
to communicate with the visitors,

Pentagon officials have retrofit
this skylift helicopter

with a type of visual
communications device.

Mr. President.
Gentlemen, be seated.

This is not a military
airgraft but as you can see,

TOM: Where are we now?

They're just
commencing liftoff.

WOMAN: And refitted with these
enormous light panels that are

attached to the hull
and onto the sides.

MAN: (ON RADIO) Echo One,
Welcome Wagon is in the air.

I repeat. Welcome
Wagon is in the air.

MAN 2: (ON RADIO) Roger, Welcome Wagon.
Echo One right beside you.

JULIUS: This is something I would
never believe in my lifetime,

that I would be in
the White House.

Look at this.

If I knew I was going
to meet the president,

I would have
worn a tie.

Yeah I mean, look at me.
I look like a schlemiel.

DAVID: You look fine, Pops.

Oy, my God.

CONNIE: David, I don't know how
happy he's going to be to see you.

Yeah, that's right. I'm telling
you, we're wasting time.

Like he's not going to listen to me.
We should go?

Why wouldn't he? Why
wouldn't he listen?

Because last time I saw him
we, we got into a fight.

You walked in the room and
punched him in the head.

You punched the

He wasn't the president then. I
punched him, he fought back.

We wrestled around.
It was a fight.

A fight that
you started,

because David thought that
I was having an affair.

With the president?
Which, of course, I wasn't...

Hey, hey! You know, either go get him,
or we should head back to the car.

All right. I'll get him. You wait
here, and don't touch anything.

You punched the

Mein Gott!


Nearing point of
contact, Echo One.

We're closing in.

MAN: (ON RADIO) Roger that. You're a
go to commence sequence when ready.

This I like.

Look at this!

You know what famous
people have been here?

Yes, Dad.

Politicians, actors...

Baseball players,

And now me.

DAVID: Imagine that! Look,
a poor immigrant like me.

It's a dream!
David, please!

WOMAN: The three choppers
are steadily approaching

what has been unanimously agreed to
be the front of these spaceships,

a parabolic indentation
9 city blocks...

You're leaving now?

Hey, see if they got those
pens that they give away.

Dad, what?

TOM: You'd still think I have
a choice of my company.

I don't have
time for this.

Two minutes, Tom.

JULIUS: Mr. President.
Mr. President.

Julius Levinson.
David is my son.

I told you he wouldn't listen.
Νο, you have to tell him now.

Tell him. David, you have to tell him!
Hey Connie!

David, tell him!

Uh, I know why we
have satellite disruption.

All right. Go ahead.


DAVID: Let's say that you want
to coordinate with spaceships...

on different sides
of the Earth.

You couldn't send a
direct signal, right?

You're talking about
line of sight.

Yeah, that's right, that's right. Exactly.
The curve of the Earth prevents it.

DAVID: If you'd need satellites
to relay that signal

in order to reach
each ship.

Well, I found a signal,

hidden inside,

our own satellite

MAN: Excuse me, Mr. President.

They're starting.

They're using our own
satellites against us...


and the clock is ticking.


Bringing it
in to hover.

MAN: Welcome Wagon,
Echo One.

Approaching alien ship.

Initiating communications
sequence, Echo One.

Welcome Wagon
has commenced.

TOM: General Grey, coordinate
with the Atlantic Command.

Tell them to evacuate as many people
out of the cities as they can.

GREY: Yes, sir.

Get those helicopters
away from the ship.

Call them back

ALBERT: What the hell's going on?

We're leaving.

Kim, my daughter.


There's something
happening here.

They're responding.

MAN: Something's opening.

WOMAN: Something
is happening.

It looks like there's some
kind of activity here.

This may be some type
of response, Echo One.

We see it, too.
Can't identify it.



We are evacuating. I repeat. We
are evacuating the White House.


Load the rest of the staff
in the second helicopter.

MAN: Who should we pick?

Is my wife in the air?

She will be shortly.

Nice. Very nice.

MAN 1: Ok. Buckle up.
MAN 2: Latch secure.

Look, we have
our own phone.

MAN: Let's move outta here!

MAN: The president's ordered an evacuation.
We have to leave now.

MAN: (ON TV) And our prayers go out to the
wives and children of those brave pilots.

Indeed, God
help us all.

Come on.

The visitors responded
with terrifying...

Authorities have called for a complete
evacuation of Los Angeles County.

People are advised to avoid the
highways wherever possible.

Oh, yeah. Great.
Now he tells me.

MAN: (ON PA) This is the Los Angeles
Police Department.

Please vacate the premises
immediately for your own safety.

Take me!

Take me!

Can we move it along?

Dr. Katz's office.

Hello. Let me speak to...
Dr. Katz,

I'm sorry. He's not available.

Listen, for $300 an hour, you can put me
through to his house in the Hamptons!

MAN: This is the Los Angeles
Police Department.

Please vacate the premises
immediately for your own safety.

MAN: Mrs. Whitmore.

You must leave now.


MAN: First lady secured.
We're on the move.

Look! They're
opening up!


It's so pretty.

MAN: We gotta get the
hell outta here!

TOM: Go ahead, pilot. We're
ready to take off right now.

Can you get a blanket
for Patricia?


JULIUS: Over there?


(SOFTLY) Time's up.





Get down!









Oh, crap.













Oh, my God.

Come on, Dylan.
We gotta go.

Come on, Boomer.










MAN: (ON RADIO) Reports are unclear
as to the extent of the devastation,

but from all accounts,
Los Angeles, Washington,

and New York have
been left in ruins...

Good God!

RUSSELL: I been saying it.

I been saying it
for 10 damn years.

Ain't I been saying it, Miguel?
I been saying it.

Dad, I'm sick. I
don't feel good.

TROY: Pull it over, man.

MIGUEL: We're going to be all right, Troy.
TROY: Leave me alone, man I got it.


Look at all that.

TOM: We could have evacuated
the cities hours ago.

That's the advantage of
being a fighter pilot.

In the Gulf War, we
knew what we had to do.

It's just...

not simple anymore.

TOM: A lot of
people died today.


How many didn't
have to?

Any news on
my wife yet?

The helicopter never
made it to Nellis.

GREY: No radio contact.

JASMINE: Come on, Dylan.
Stay close.

Here it is.

What happened, Mommy?

I don't know, baby.

MAN: You men will be the first
wave in our counterattack.

Our target is
to the north,

centered above what remains
of down town Los Angeles.

You scared, man?




Hold me.

Hey, pay attention.

Something you want to add to
this briefing, Captain Hiller?

No, sir. I'm just a little anxious to get
up there and whup E. T.'s ass, that's all.

And you'll get
your chance.

You'll all get
your chance.

Good hunting.


Let's kick the tires and
light the fires, big daddy.


JIMMY: Let's bring it home.

Let's bring that bad
boy home, Captain.

You loose? Yes, sir.

You got your
victory dance?

Well, I got it
right here.

Don't get premature on me, soldier. We
don't light up till the fat lady sings.

I'm all ears, brother.

You the man!


TOM: All right,
gentlemen, we're on.

General, it's NORAD.

General Grey here.


ALBERT: All satellite, microwave and ground
communications with the cities are down.

All systems go.

For intelligence, we believe
we're looking at a total loss.

How about our boys?
Where are they?

ETA to target,
four minutes.

I shouldn't
have left her.

Don't worry about
it, big man.

I'm sure she got out of
here before it happened.

Or, as the good
reverend would say,

(AS JESSE JACKSON) Why we're on this
particular mission we'll never know.

But I do know, here today,
that the Black Knights

will emerge victorious
once again.

Amen, man.

Amen, Reverend.

Holy God.

Lock and load.

Roger that.

Los Angeles Attack Squadron has
Amraam missiles locked on target.

Washington and New York
squadrons reporting lock on.

Fire at will.

MAN 1: Fire at will.
MAN 2: Fire at will.

STEVE: Knights we
are red and free.

Knight 1, Fox 3.

MAN: Knight 3, Fox 3.

JIMMY: Knight 7, Fox 3.

Missiles have
been fired.


Are they not getting through?
MAN: No, sir. Not one.

Command, Knight 1.
Command, Knight 1.

Switching to sidewinders.
Moving in.

Knight 3, Love 50.
Notch reference 1-2-0.

Knight 7. 1-2-0.

Knight 1. Sweet luck.

Echo, Fox 2.
Knight 7, Fox 2.

Come on. Come on.

They must have some kind of
protective shield over their hull.

Knights! Pull up!
Pull up!

Knight 3, pull up!

Controls are showing complete
failure of the stats.

Pull up!


Blow through!
Blow through!

There's so
many of them!


MAN: They got
another one, sir.

Oh, no. You did not shoot
that green shit at me.

I've got you
covered, big daddy.

Damn. They got
shields, too.


Let's go, Knights.
Move, Knights, move!



MAN: They got another one, sir.
Two more just went down.

They're dropping like flies.
MAN 2: We're losing them.

All right. Get
them out of there.

MAN: All right. Squadron leaders,
retreat to fallback positions.

Abort mission. Abort mission right away.
Do you read me?

MAN: Do you copy?

We're going to have to make
a run for this one here.

Let's get low.
Let's get fast.

I got you, big daddy.
Let's get them.

STEVE: Whoo!

Watch the deck.


Do you read me, your postion?
Squadron Leader, do you read?

Abort! This isn't
happening fast enough.

Get them out of there!



MAN: What's with the monitor?
Where's the picture?

We've lost the

STEVE: We got two R-6, Jimmy.
Check them.


Come on, come on, come on, come on.
Move, move, move!

JIMMY: He's on me like white
on rice, big daddy.

All right, Jimmy. They
ain't got nothing for us.

Let's push it. We gotta go!
We gotta go!

JIMMY: I can't shake them.
I can't shake them.

STEVE: Yes, you can. Just the
way I showed you. Let's go!

Check me out. Maybe I'm
going to try something.

Don't do nothing
stupid over there.

You know me. (GRUNTING)
That's what I'm talking about.

Jimmy! Jimmy, what are you doing?
You can't bank at that speed.

Jimmy, he's
closing on you!


Put your mask back on!
That's an order, Marine!

I can't breathe!




Jimmy! No!

MAN: That's affirmative.
We have incoming.

MAN 1: Let me have it, son.
MAN 2: You got it.



I don't think so.

Go! Go! Go! Go!




STEVE: Come on and get me!
Come and get me!

(GRUNTS) What are
you shooting at?

Where you at, baby?
Come on! Come on!

Ah! You can't hit nothing!



Whoa! Low bridge!

STEVE: Whoo!

See if you can fly
that thing undercover.


Hope you got
an air bag.

STEVE: Whoo!





Son of a bitch.


That's right!
That's right!

Get off of me!
Get off of me!

(SHOUTING) That's what you get!


Look at you!

Ship all banged up!

Who's the man?

Who's the man?

Wait until I get
another plane!

I'm lining all your friends
up right beside you!

Where you at?

Where you at?




Welcome to Earth.

Now, that's what I call
a close encounter.


Baby, stay right here. Stay
right here with Boomer.


Come on. Keys.


Come on, baby. Come on.

Come on.

MAN: Rumor reports indicate that this battle
has repeated itself all over the world

with the exact
same results.

RUSELL: You're just like your
mother, you know that?

She was stubborn too.

I had to twist her arm to get
her to take her medicine.

You're gonna
be all right.

You're gonna be fine.

RUSSELL: You see, Troy? You're
feeling better already.

MIGUEL: I couldn't find anything.

Everyone's packing up.
They're leaving.

They said there's a
spaceship heading this way.

We'd better leave
too, then.

Penicillin. At least, it'll
help you keep his fever down.

Thank you.

It's really nice
of you to help us.

I wish I could do more,
but we're moving out.

I'm going with you.


Well, I just mean
that we're going too.


RUSSELL: Tell that punk to shut the door.
We're out of here.

He can sniff around
somewhere else.



It's Air Force One,
for crying out loud.

Still he gets sick.

Oh, boy.

I don't feel so good.

Look at me?
Like a rock.

Could be bad weather,
could be good weather.

Doesn't matter.

We could go up,
we could go down.

We could go back, we could go
forwards, we could go side to side...


What did I say?

CONNIE: He still gets airsick?

Julius, with all
of this, I...

I didn't get a chance
to thank you two.

All he could think of
was getting to you.

There's still love
there, I think.

Love was never
a problem.

All you need is love.

John Lennon. Smart man.

Shot in the
back, very sad.

GREY: We've moved as many of our forces
away from our bases as possible.

But we've already
sustained heavy losses.

ALBERT: I spoke with the joint chiefs
when they arrived at NORAD.

They agree we must launch a counter
offensive with a full nuclear strike.

Over American soil?

You're saying at this point we should
sacrifice more innocent American civilians?

Is that right?

Sir, if we don't strike soon, there may
not be much of an America left to defend!

Sir! They've
taken out NORAD!

GREY: What?
MAN: It's gone, sir.

My God!

The vice president?

The joint chiefs?

Mr. President.

We must launch.

ALBERT: A delay now would
be more costly than...

when you waited to
evacuate the cities.

DAVID: No, no. You're not
gonna launch nuclear weapons!

You're gonna kill them
and us at the same time.

If we fire nukes...

then everybody else who's got them, is gonna fire them.
Sir, may I remind you...

that you are a guest here? You
know what that means? Fallout!

You ever hear of
nuclear winter?

It's the end of life as we know it.
David, you can't interfere with the conversation.

Do you hear what they're talking about?
I know, I know.

Don't even think about it!
Just go.

I don't have to go.
You have to leave.

It can't be allowed!

Shut up! Captain, get
him out of here!

Hey, hey, don't tell
him to shut up!

You'd all be dead now, if
it wasn't for my David!

None of you did anything
to prevent this!

There was nothing
we could do.

GREY: We were totally unprepared for this.

Don't give me unprepared!
Come on, Julius.

It was, what? In the 19, what? 50s.
Whatever, you had that spaceship.

DAVID: Dad, look, Dad...

JULIUS: Yeah, that thing that you
found in New Mexico!

Where was that?

No, not the spaceship.

Roswell! Roswell, New Mexico.
Yeah! Don't do this.

No, you had the spaceship
and you had the bodies!

They were locked up in a bunker.
Come on.

Where was that? David?

I don't know. Area 51!

Area 51!

You knew then! And
you did nothing.


Regardless of what you may
have read in the tabloids,

there have never
been any spacecraft,

recovered by our

Take my word for it.
There's no Area 51.

And there's no
recovered spaceship.

ALBERT: Uh, excuse
me, Mr. President.

That's not
entirely accurate.

What? Which part?


Hold on, everybody!
Hold on!


MAN: The end hath come!

He spaketh His word,
and the end hath come!

Hop on!

We're heading
out to El Toro!

You cannot defy
what hath come!

It is the end!

El Toro?

JASMINE: Can you give me a hand?
MAN: Yeah, sure.


Oh, God!


Okay, okay,

Let's get this off.

Here, let me help you.

She's hurt
pretty badly.

STEVE: You know, this was supposed
to be my weekend off.

But, no!

You got me out here,
dragging your heavy ass,

through the
burning desert,

with your dreadlocks sticking
out the back of my parachute.

You gotta come down
here with an attitude,

acting all big and bad.

And what the hell
is that smell?


I could've been
at a barbecue!

But I ain't mad.

It's all right.

It's all right.




Hey! Hey!


RUSSELL: Do you need
a lift, soldier?

When I flew overhead, I saw a
base not too far from here.

It ain't on the map.

Trust me, it's there.

SOLDIER: Ten hut!

Mr. President. General.

Welcome to Area 51.

Please follow me.

MITCHELL: We're now 24
floors beneath the surface,

and, here's our main
research facility.

Let's see it.

I'm sorry, sir, it's a clean room.
It's to keep it static free.

If we'd all get to decontamination...
Open the door.

Yes, sir.



TOM: My God!

Why the hell wasn't I
told about this place?

Two words, Mr. President.
Plausible deniability.

TOM: I don't understand. Where
does all this come from?

How do you get funding
for something like this?

You don't actually think they
spend $20,000 on a hammer,

$30,000 on a toilet
seat, do you?

MITCHELL: Mr. President,
this is Dr. Okun.

He's been heading up the research department
on this project for the last 15 years.

How do you do?

Mr. President!



What a pleasure!

As you can
imagine, they...

They don't let
us out much.

I can understand that.


BRAKISH: Well...

I guess you'd like to
see the big tamale?

Follow me.




She's a beaut,
ain't she?

BRAKISH: As you can
see from the repairs,

we've been trying to put her back
together since the late 1960s.

Don't tell me you've had this for 40 years
and you don't know anything about them.

Oh, hell, no! No,
no, no, no, no!

BRAKISH: We know
tons about them.

But the neatest

The neatest stuff has only
happened in the last few days.

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 little gizmos inside turned on.


The last 24 hours have
been really exciting!

Exciting? People are
dying out there.

I don't think exciting is the
word I'd choose to describe it!

You guys are hoping
to fly this thing?

TOM: You said you can
repair their technology.

Can you tell us anything
useful about them?

Oh, yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
(STAMMERS) Well, I mean...

They're not all that
dissimilar from us.

BRAKISH: Breathes oxygen, comparable
tolerances to heat, cold.

Probably why they're
interested in our planet.



You guys wanna
see them?



This is...

This is the vault.

Or, as some of us have
come to call it...

the freak show.



When we found them,

they were wearing
some sort,

of biomechanical suits.

Once we got them off, we learned a
great deal about their anatomy.

BRAKISH: Eyes, ears,

no vocal cords.

We are assuming they communicate with
each other through some other means.

DAVID: You're obviously not thinking
about hand signals and body language.

It's some kind of extrasensory
perception, telepathy.

TOM: So...

It's an organic
life form.

Can they be killed?

Their bodies are just
as frail as ours.

And these two died
in the crash.

This one a few
weeks later.

BRAKISH: You just...

You have to get through their
technology, which is...

I'm sorry to say,
far more advanced.

TOM: David,

you unlocked part of
their technology.

You cracked the code.

Oh, no, no. All I did was
stumble onto their...

signal. I don't
know how...

helpful I can be.

Why don't you show him what
you've discovered so far?

Figure out what they
haven't thought of yet.

We'll see if you're as smart
as we all hope you are.

What code?


Captain Steven Hiller,
United States Marine Corps.

I'm sorry, captain. This
is a restricted area.

I can't let you pass
without clearance.


Come here.

You wanna see
my clearance?


Maybe I'll just leave
this here with you.

Let them pass.

Let them pass!
Get the hell out of the way!

Did you see that?

BRAKISH: Come on down.

Watch your step.
DAVID: Alright.

Well, obviously this cockpit
was designed to seat three.

Though how they sat on
them, I don't know.


You see these gizmos flashing?
DAVID: Yeah.

We've been working around the clock
trying to get a fix on all this crap.

Some stuff we figured
out right away.

This we're pretty sure is the life
support system for the cabin.


And this doohickey
is connected to...

Well, it was connected to the engine.
Here, take that, will you?

These configurations...

Well, to be honest, we don't
know what the hell this crap is.

But this is clearly what they use
to guide and navigate their craft.



Could somebody grab my laptop there? Doc
can I just have the computer inside?

What? See these
patterns here?

They are repeating sequentially,
just like their countdown signal.

They're using that frequency
for computer communications.

See? That's how they're
coordinating their ships.

You know...

You're really starting
to make us look bad.


They got one! They
got one alive!

They got one, alive!

Look. You'll be okay
by yourself, Dave?

Fine by it. Yeah.

Don't touch anything.

Everybody's always telling
me not to touch anything.

Here, here.

It's all wet.

STEVE: Right here. We got him in
the back of the pickup.

General, sir. Captain Steven Hiller,
United States Marine Corps.

Guess who's
coming to dinner!

I need a doctor.

I need a doctor!

RUSSELL: Oh, boy! Oh, boy! How
long has he been unconscious?

About three hours.
Let's get him in containment, stat!

My son, he's very sick. He
needs immediate attention!

He's drying out. I want him
sprayed down with saline.

He has a problem with
his adrenal cortex.

(SHOUTING) Please!

If you don't do something about
it right now, my son will die!

Okay, just help him!

Okay. O'Haver, Miller,
you come with us.

You, take us
to him, okay?

MAN: Let's go.

All right! Move it,
move it, move it!

GREY: As the former head of the
CIA, you knew about this place.

When were you planning on
informing the rest of us?

It had been deemed

You should have told us about
this when they first arrived!

You should have warned us before
we launched a counterattack,

that cost the lives of
hundreds of American pilots!

There was no way that
we could have known

that our fighters would have been that
ineffective against their attackers.

Mr. President.

MAN: The little bit of information we have
comes directly into this room, Mr. President.

TOM: Atlanta, Chicago
and Philadelphia.


GREY: We learned that NATO and Western Allied
installations were the first to be taken out.

Then we were hit.

They knew exactly where
and how to hit us.

TOM: And our forces?
GREY: We're down to 15%.

If you calculate the time it takes
to destroy a city and move on,

we're looking at the worldwide
destruction of every major city...

in the next 36 hours.

We're being

MITCHELL: Mr. President.

This is Captain
Steven Hiller.

Mr. President.

Well done!

Where is it now?

We have it isolated down in
the containment lab, sir.

I'd like to go see it.

General, I'm really anxious
to get back to El Toro.

Hasn't anyone told you?

El Toro has been
completely destroyed.


We were lucky.

Today was the first
time I used the subway.

Thank God for
the Metro Rail.

These should
last us a while.

Don't move. I'll get it for you.
Stay still.

He's your son?

He's my angel.

Was his father
stationed here?

No, he...

He wasn't his father.

But I was kind of hoping
he wanted the job, though.

So what do you
do for a living?

I'm a dancer.






Don't be.

I'm not.

It's good money.

JASMINE: My baby's worth it.

Dylan, come here.

I want you to meet
the First Lady.


I didn't know that
you'd recognized me.

Well, I didn't want
to say nothing.

I voted for the
other guy.

BRAKISH: All right, life-support
monitors recording.

So if we screw up,
it's all on tape.

Okay, come on,
come on, come on.

Let's get this
biomechanical suit off.

Put the spreader right here,
right along the ridge.

Microprobe thingamajig goes right here.
Pick there. Good.

All right, now spread
it very, very gently.

Let me get in.

BRAKISH: Gentle,
gentle, that's it.

Run this right in...



All right. Okay.

Let's proceed.

Now comes the... the
really icky part.


Oh, boy!

This is one smelly,

Oh, look at it!

It doesn't look
alive, does it?

The arm is moving.



Doctor? Doctor?




Don't move! Don't move!













ALIEN VOICE: Release me.

Open the door. Get him out of there!
No, wait.


Release me



I know there is much we can
learn from each other,

if we can negotiate
a truce.

We can find a
way to coexist.

Can there be a
peace between us?


No peace.

What is it you
want us to do?






Mr. President.

Is that glass bulletproof?
No, sir.




GREY: Are you all right?
TOM: I saw...

his thoughts.

I saw what they're
planning to do.

They're like locusts.

They're moving from
planet to planet.

Their whole

After they've consumed every
natural resource, they move on.

And we're next.


Nuke them.

Let's nuke the


Just my luck. No ice.

CONNIE: I take it you've heard?

DAVID: Hey, toast.

To the end of
the world.

He didn't come to this
decision lightly.

He didn't have any
other choice.

Well, you still
believe in him.

Yeah. Well, he's
a good man.


He'd better be. You
left me for him.

Or, you know, for
your career.

You know, it wasn't
just my career.

It was the biggest
opportunity of my life.

I wanted my life to make a difference.
I wanted my life to mean something.

Yeah. And...

I wasn't...

ambitious enough for you?

David, you could have done
anything that you wanted.

Research, development...
DAVID: Oh, honey, I was happy where I was.

Haven't you ever wanted to be
part of something special?

I was part of
something special.

Well, if it makes
any difference,

I never stopped
loving you.

But that wasn't
enough, was it?


MAN: Let's pick it up, man. We've got
a tight schedule. Now, let's go!

Let's pick it up, man. We're
on a tight schedule. Let's go!

Let's go man!

MAN: Pick it up!

What the hell are you doing?
Get out of there!


Look, I got something I gotta handle.
I'm just borrowing it.

No, you're not, sir.

Do you really
wanna shoot me?

Just tell them
I hit you.


MAN: (ON RADIO) Command,
this is Retal Op.

Squadron is in the air.

We are on station

and awaiting

MAN: Roger. Break formation.
Head to targets.


They're breaking

GREY: Mr. President, we're initiating sequence code.
MAN: Verification. Alpha. Zulu. Six. Eight. Niner.

Which city will
be reached first?

Houston, Texas.

MAN: ETA, six minutes
and counting down.


GREY: The major cities
have been deserted.

Civilian casualties should
be down to a minimum.

MAN: Command, this is
Neighborhood Watch.

We are in position.

Tracking monitors
are locked on.

We are going to
visual recon.

MAN: Roger that, NW.

We have confirmation.

Launch code confirmed.

MAN: Alpha. Zulu. Six. Eight.
Niner. Standing by.

Laser targeting.

Locked on.

We're locked on, sir.

Do you wish to deploy?

Mr. President, if you wish
to deploy, the time is now.

Mr. President?

That's a go. Alpha. Zulu.
Six. Eight. Niner.
That's correct. Deploy.

Here we go.


MITCHELL: Bird's away.

We have visual confirmation
of the missile.

It's on target.


May our children
forgive us.

MAN: Five seconds to impact.
Three, two...


ALBERT: Oh, yeah! It's a hit!


Get down! Get down!

Can we confirm that the
target was destroyed?

Get the tank commander on line. I want
confirmation that the target was destroyed.

MAN: Yes, sir!

Red Arrow, Alpha 9723.
Can you read?

Repeat, Commander.
You're breaking up.

MAN: We have lost visual.

Roger that. We're looking
for confirmation.

We got the bastards.

Good job, everyone! Congratulations!

MAN: Commander, do you have visual? I
repeat, we need visual confirmation.

Has the target
been destroyed?

MAN: Negative.

Target remains.

I repeat,
target remains.

Call the other
planes back.

Other bombers might have more luck.
We shouldn't just give up on this!

I said call them back!

Abort mission.

Issue the abort
codes right away.

MAN: This is an abort, full abort.
Do you read?

Abort mission
right away.



STEVE: Jasmine!

You're late!

You know I like to
make an entrance.

Where are we going?
MAN: Through there, sir.

Mr. President, your wife is resting
comfortably for the moment.

Perhaps if we had gotten to her earlier...
Hey, there she is! Go on!

She doesn't look too good.
Your wife is bleeding internally, Mr. President.

Perhaps if we'd gotten to her earlier...
Wait a minute. What are you saying?

We can't stop
the bleeding.

If we'd...

There's nothing we
can do for her.

PATTY: We were worried. We
didn't know where you were.

MARY: You've gotten
bigger, I think.

I did?

You just keep growing
and growing.

I can't...


Can you wait outside for a little
bit, so mom can get a rest?

Hey, come on, Munchkin.

I'm so sorry that I didn't come
home when you asked me to.

It's okay.

The doctors...

think that you're...

gonna be just fine.


Is Mommy sleeping now?


Mommy's sleeping.



JULIUS: David!

What the hell
are you doing?

I'm making a mess!

Yeah. This I can see.

We gotta burn the rainforest
with toxic waste,

pollute the air and rip
up the ozone layer!

Because maybe if we screw
this planet up enough.


They won't want
it anymore.

Wait, wait, wait.
David, David!

Don't do this
to yourself.

Listen to me.

Are you listening to me?
(SOFTLY) I'm listening.

Everyone loses faith at
some point in their life.

David! Even myself.

I haven't spoken to God
since your mother died.

You see, sometimes...

we have to remember
what we still have.

Like what?


you still have
your health.

David, David, you need your rest.
Come on!

Get off this freezing concrete floor
before you catch a cold. Come on.

What did you just say?

You mean about faith?

Well, you see, a man can live his life...
No, no, no.

No, the other part.

What? What?

I don't want you
to catch cold.


What is that? What's
the matter with you?



DAVID: My dad. A
total genius.


Wake up.

We got work to do. Get everybody
down here right away.

STEVE: Look at that!


DYLAN: Does that thing really
fly in outer space?

It most certainly does.

Sure doesn't
look like it.

JERRY: Hey, they're here.

ALBERT: All right, Connie,
what's this all about?

I have no idea.

Get everybody off.

Right, everybody.

Clear the platform. Let's go.
Come on. Come on.

DAVID: Major Mitchell...

Do you have a pistol?

Have you got a gun?
Sergeant, your sidearm.

See that Coke can on top
of the alien craft?

Think you can shoot
that thing off?

DAVID: Do it. Shoot it.


Go ahead.


STEVE: What the hell
are you doing?

I'm sorry. My fault.

My. My fault.

See, that Coke can was protected
by the craft's shield.

We can't penetrate
their defenses.

We know that already.
What's your point?

Right. My point is, if we
can't beat their defenses,

then we gotta get
around them.

DAVID: Major, one more time...

Any time.


How did you do that?

I gave it a cold.

I gave it a virus.

A computer virus.

GREY: Are you telling us
you can send out a signal

that will disable
all their shields?

That's right. Just like they
used our satellites against us.

We can use their own
signal, against them.

If we plant a virus,
into that mother ship,

it's gonna then filter down into
all the corresponding ships below.

ALBERT: I'm sorry. I
don't understand.

Just how exactly do we infect the
mother ship with this virus?

(STAMMERS) We're gonna...

have to...

fly their alien craft out of our
atmosphere and dock with it.

We can enter here, as shown
in these satellite photos.

We then upload
the virus.

We then set off some kind of
explosion, which will disable it.

And that'll disorient the
smaller ships below.

And that could buy you, I think
at least, some time to...

to take them...

take them out,
take them down.

Do your...

Do your stuff.

This is ridiculous!

How long would their
shields be down?


I don't know. A
matter of minutes.

ALBERT: You want us to coordinate a
massive worldwide counterstrike

with a window of
only a few minutes?

With shields down, that
might be possible.

Oh, please!

ALBERT: We don't have the
manpower or the resources...

to launch that kind
of a campaign!

Not to mention that this
whole cockamamie plan

is dependent on a machine that no one
in this world is qualified to operate.

I wouldn't say
that, sir.

STEVE: I've seen these
things in action.

And I'm well aware of their
maneuvering capabilities.

With your permission, general,
I'd like the opportunity to try.

ALBERT: That thing
is a wreck!

It crash-landed
back in the '50s!

We don't even know if
it's capable of flying!


remove the clamps.


Any questions?

Let's do it.

All right, you heard the president, let's
get this thing preped and ready to fly!

Good luck, pilot.
Thank you, Mr. President.

A virus!

Your idea.

That's right.

Do you really think you
can fly that thing?

Do you really think you can do
all that bullshit you just said?



ALBERT: I understand you are upset
over the death of your wife.

But that's no excuse for
making another fatal mistake.

No! The only mistake
I ever made

was to appoint a sniveling little weasel
like you as Secretary of Defense.

I don't think you understand!

That is one mistake I am thankful to
say that I don't have to live with.

Mr. President, please!
Mr. Nimziki...

You're fired.

Let's organize every plane we can find and
get us some goddamn pilots to fly them.

Yes, sir.

He can't do that.
Well, he just...


MAN: Command has attempted to compile
a list of casualties and losses,

but information is
sketchy at best.

Well, we know we've lost the
Belgian contingent in the Sina.

There's a strong possibility ther may be more
reinforcements hiding in the Golan Straits.

What the hell's
he saying?

It seems they're getting a signal.
Old Morse code.

It's from the

They want to organize
a counter offensive!

It's about bloody time!

What do they
plan to do?




We have confirmed reports
of combat-ready divisions

in Europe, the Middle
East, and Asia.

That's impressive.

Considering it's all
being done with...

Morse code.

The armed forces here?

We have sufficient aircraft
for the battleplan, but...

But what?

Pilots are
coming up short.

Well, then, find them.

WOMAN: (ON TV) Ham radio operators
from New York to Japan

trade rumors of military
forces in hiding

unwilling to reveal themselves
for fear of annihilation.

MITCHELL: What we're planning at this time
is to launch a counter offensive.

However, with our
depleted manpower,

we're asking that anyone with any
flight experience come forward.

Military training is preferable, but anyone
who can fly a plane would be useful.

I can fly.

I'm a pilot.

MITCHELL: All right, guys, listen up!

All right, pay
close attention.

These F-18s are very different
than the jets you piloted before.

It's kind of strong. You have
to forgive the expression,

but you're about to get a crash
course in modern avionics.

Keep it coming. Keep it, keep it.
Okay, you got it!

All right, listen up.

Before we can begin, we're
gonna have to get a little

background information on
your flight experience.

Let's start with you.

Who, me?

Well, I'm Russell Casse, sir.

And, after 'Nam, I
got into crop-dusting.


been doing that
ever since.

personal note, sir...

I'd just like to add that...

ever since I was kidnapped
by aliens 10 years ago,

I have been dying
for some payback.

And I just want you
to know that...

I won't let you down.

GREY: You have one tactical
nuclear missile...

we're loading into this launcher we're
installing under the right wing.

This is the
firing mechanism.

GREY: It'll be attached to the
ship's main console.

STEVE: Just like the Amraam
launch pad on a Stealth.

Except the nuke will not
detonate at impact.

You'll have 30 seconds to get
your asses out of there.

GREY: Good luck, gentlemen.

30 seconds.

Tell me, tell me.

Well, it's the strongest radio
transmitter we could get.

It'll tell us when you've
uploaded the virus.

CONNIE: 30 seconds.

Don't you think that's cutting
it a little too close?

Oh! We're gonna be well on our way back
home before we shoot that thing off.

Why you? David!

CONNIE: I don't...

I don't understand,

why you can't show someone
else how to plant the virus.

Someone who is trained.

No, something
may go wrong.

I may have to think
quickly, adjust the signal.

Who knows? Hey.

You know how like I'm always
trying to save the planet?

Here's my chance.

Now he gets ambitious.

DYLAN: It's too tight.
JASMINE: Well, I had to borrow it. Let me see.

Okay. All right, I guess
that's good enough.

So. How do I look?

Oh, thank you. You're
a lot of help.

JASMINE: You're late!

Well, you know me.

I know. You like to
make a big entrance.


Before we do this, I just
wanna say I'm sorry.

Sorry for what, babe?

I should have done
this a long time ago.

Do you have the ring?

Yes, sir.

STEVE: Here, make
yourself useful.



STEVE: Uh...

CONNIE: We got hung up.

PREACHER: Well, let's get
this show on the road.

Dearly beloved,

we're gathered here
in the sight of God,

and in the presence
of these witnesses,

to join this man,

and this woman in
holy matrimony.

Any person who can show good cause
why these two should not wed,

please speak now or
forever hold your peace.

Steve, will you take this
woman to be your wedded wife

to live together with her in
the holy state of matrimony?

Will you love
her, comfort her,

honor and keep her in
sickness and in health

and forsaking
all others,

keep yourself only for her as
long as you both shall live?

I will.

Good morning.

TOM: They're a little young.

GREY: That they are.

They look a
little nervous.

MITCHELL: I need all flight crews to report
to their designated areas immediately.

Major, can I borrow that?

Good morning.


Good morning.

TOM: In less than an hour...

aircraft from here will join
others from around the world.

And you will be launching the largest
aerial battle in the history of mankind.

Mankind, that...

word should have new meaning
for all of us today.

We can't be consumed by our
petty differences any more.

We will be united in
our common interest.

Perhaps it's fate that
today is the 4th of July.

And you will once again be
fighting for our freedom.

Not from tyranny,
oppression or persecution.

But from annihilation.

We're fighting for
our right to live.

To exist.

And should we
win the day,

the 4th of July will no longer
be known as an American holiday,

but as the day when the world
declared in one voice.

We will not go quietly
into the night!

We will not vanish
without a fight!

We're going to live on!

We're going to survive!

Today, we celebrate
our Independence Day!



Let's go!

MITCHELL: Mr. President.
Right this way, sir.

I've got your
gear over here.

Good luck!

I've got you a jumpsuit for you, and the rest
of your gear is stored away in this duffel.

You've got your
choice of helmets.

GREY: Mr. President, I'd sure
like to know what you're doing.

I'm a combat
pilot, Will.

I belong in the air.

Okay, sir. Let's get you airborne.
Right over here.

STEVE: You know, as
soon as I get back,

we're gonna light those
fireworks, right?


Take these.

Just in case.

(STAMMERS) Where's...

Just in case.

I'm very proud of you.

Be careful, okay?

It's time.

I love you.

I love you.

Oh, damn! Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

Wait. Wait. We gotta find some cigars.

Here, here!

Take these.
My last two.

You are a lifesaver.

Almost put a hex on
the whole damn thing!

morning, Dave.

FEMALE VOICE: Missile launch.
Oh, crap!

What do I hit?
Which one?


I picked a hell of a
day to quit drinking.


This is our
victory dance.

Not until the
fat lady sings.

Oh! Yes, okay.

This is important.

Fat lady. I gotcha.

MALE VOICE: Open launch tunnel.

DAVID: Shaky?

Is it gonna do this
the whole way?

Just make sure your seat backs and tray tables
are in their upright and lock position.

Yeah. Is it?

Let's rock 'n' roll.






What does that mean?
What do you mean...

No, I got it. Look, some jerk
didn't put the diagram right.

I know what I mean. I'm fine. What
do you mean saying oops there?

What do you say we
try that one again?

Yes, yes. Yes,
without the oops.

This is...

That a way!




I have got to get
me one of these!

DAVID: No, no, no! What was that?
What was that? Don't do that!

STEVE: Just trying to get a feel
for the old girl, that's all.

Oh, no, no, don't. Leave her alone.

Look, no hands.


You're all secure, sir.
Grey, do you read me?

Roger, Eagle One. Your
primary target has shifted course.

TOM: Which way they headed?
I think our secret's out.

They're headed
straight for us.

GREY: ETA, 26 minutes.


You still with
me over there?

What the hell
was I thinking?



I've been waiting for
this my whole life.

Head straight for it.

What the hell?

Don't touch them.
Don't, don't, don't!

I was counting on this.

They are
bringing us in.

When the hell was
you gonna tell me?


We've got to work on
our communication.


We have visual.

Do not engage until
we've confirmed...

the package has been delivered.


CONNIE: Major, what happens if
that thing gets here,

before the virus
is planted?

Well, ma'am, this facility's
buried deep within a mountain.

It should provide us some protection.

What about the
people outside?

Lieutenant Sell,
we got incoming.

Oh, my God!

Look at that!

DAVID: There must be
thousands of them.

Millions of them. What
the hell are they doing?

Looks like they're
preparing an invasion.

Hey, I don't like this.

This is stupid.
They can see us!

DAVID: Oh, no, no, no, no.
This thing comes fully loaded.

AM/FM radio, reclining
bucket seats and...

power windows.


Come on, baby.

We're in.


DAVID: Do it. Do it.

Do it.

Sir, he's uploading
the virus.

Eagle One, the package
is being delivered.

GREY: Stand by to engage.

TOM: Roger. Eagle
One, check left.

MITCHELL: Listen up! We have an
emergency situation.

We need everyone to grab
everything they can.

Only what you can carry. We need
to get you inside immediately.

The virus is in.

DAVID: All we can do now is...


Delivery complete.


Delivery complete. It's a go!
It's a go!

TOM: Eagle One. Fox three.


Gentlemen, this is it.

Come on, come
on, come on.

God. (SIGHS)

GREY: Virus ineffective.

Get your people out of there.
MAN: (ON RADIO) Disengage.

Rear flank,
follow suit.

TOM: Hold on, Command.

I want another
shot at it.

GREY: Sir, I strongly
recommend you disengage.

Eagle One.

Fox three.

Direct hit!

It's a hit! Squadron leaders, fire at will!
Fire at will! Fire at will!

TOM: We're going in. Squadron
leaders, take flight.

MAN 1: Eagle Six at seven.
MAN 2: Eagle Five at three.

TOM: Eagle One. Fox two.

RUSSELL: Eagle Twenty! Fox two!


Evasive maneuvers! Squadron
leaders, evasive maneuvers!

Prepare to engage!

All right, Mr. President!
Here we go!

All right, baby.
I've gotcha!

Payback's a
bitch, ain't it?

Okay. Job's done.
Let's go home.



What's up?

It's stuck.

It's not responding. It's stuck.

Try it again.



Come on, come on!









Steve, Steve!

Hey, what the hell
are you doing?

DAVID: It's not me, they're
overriding the system.

Oh, shit!

Um, hide.



Everybody hold someone's hand.
Hold hands.

Come on in.


I'm not Jewish.

Nobody's perfect.


God! Where are they?


This could be our
last night on Earth.

I don't wanna
die a virgin.

If we do, we'll
both die virgins.

But at least we'll
be together.


Are you scared?

Me, too.

MAN 1: Eagle Seven, fox two.

MAN 2: Eagle Three, fox two.

We're running out
of missiles, sir.

We're just not causing
enough damage.

It's settling
directly over us.


They're preparing to fire
their primary weapon.

Then let's take it out
before it takes us out.

TOM: Target at 12 o'clock.

My God, they're

TOM: Bandits on our tail!
They're locked on!

I see them. I see them.


All right, squadron leaders,
I want a weapons check.

GREY: You're out of time!

You've gotta
disable it now!

I'm in range.
Locking on.

I've got tone. Eagle
One, fox two!


That is a
negative impact.

TOM: That is an NI.
Negative impact.

I'm out of missiles.
Eagle Two!

I'm on it.


Oh, Jesus!

Sir, all missiles
have been fired.

You're out of time! Get
your ass out of there!

We're not done yet!

Get as far away
as you can!

Doesn't anyone have
any missiles left?

RUSSELL: Sorry I'm late, Mr.

Kind of got hung
up back there!

Pilot, you armed?
Armed and ready, sir!

I'm packing!

Who is that guy?
Put him on speaker.

Pilot, identify

RUSSELL: It's me!
Russell Casse, sir!

I told you I wouldn't
let you down!

RUSSELL: Just keep those guys off me
for a few more seconds, will you?

MAN: Okay. Echo Niner, Echo
Seven, take flanking positions.

I want you to look
after this guy, okay?

TOM: All right, boys. Let's give Mr.
Casse some cover!

Gentlemen! Let's
plow the road!



We'll draw them off and
it'll be all yours!

Coming through!

I've got tone.

Eagle Twenty. Fox two.


Eagle Twenty. Fox two.


It's jammed.

It won't fire.

Damn it!

Do me a favor.

Tell my children,

I love them very much.

All right, you
alien assholes!

RUSSELL: In the words
of my generation...

Up yours!

Dad! What's he doing?

RUSSELL: Come on, baby!

Come on, baby, come on!

Good luck, buddy.



Hello, boys!

I'm back!


TOM: He did it!

The son of a
bitch did it!


Yeah! All right!


What your father did
was very brave.

You should be
proud of him.

I am.

TOM: Now we know how to take
them out, general.

Spread the word.


Get on the wire to every
squadron around the world.

Tell them how to bring those
sons of bitches down.


What do you think?

(SIGHS) Checkmate.

Well, it's funny. I always thought
that things like these would kill me.


Thank you.

It's been a pleasure.

Steve, you too.

Only one thing
left to do.


Yes, sir.

STEVE: All right!

Look at us!

DAVID: Take a look at the earthlings.

Y'all take care,
all right?

Nothing but love for you!

STEVE: Nothing but
love for you.

STEVE: Do you think
they have any clue...

what's about to
happen to them?

DAVID: Oh-ho! Not a chance in hell.
Good night!




We're loose.

DAVID: Can you get us out
of here in 30 seconds?

I ain't heard
no fat lady!

Forget the fat lady. You're
obessed with the fat lady.

Drive us out of here!



DAVID: They're chasing us.
Oh, really! You think?


Oh, that was a hit.
I took a hit.

We're not hit! We're not hit!
Stop side-seat driving!

Left, left!

DAVID: Tunnel, tunnel!
Exit, exit, left!

Where the hell do you think I'm going?
Okay, okay. We're gonna...


Uh-oh! They're
closing up on us.

Is that closing?
Shut up, shut up, shut up!

DAVID: Must go faster, must
go faster, must go faster.

Go, go, go, go, go, go!





Elvis has left
the building!

(AS ELVIS) Oh, thank
you very much.

I love you, I
love you, man.









Yes! Yes!




They're going down all over the world, Tom.
We got them beat.

How about our two delivery boys?
Any word from them?

We lost contact with,

Captain Hiller and Levinson
nearly 20 minutes ago.

MAN: Hold it!

Hold on, sir. I've got
something on radar.


CONNIE: David!


Sorry, sir.

Good job.
Thank you.

Well done, captain.
STEVE: Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.


Not bad.

Thank you, Mr.

Not too bad at all.

Oh, so this is healthy?

Oh, I could get used to it.


Happy 4th of
July, Daddy.

Same to you, Munchkin.

Didn't I promise
you fireworks?