Independence Day Page #4

Finding more bottles in the trash, David turns to Marty

accusingly.

DAVID:

What the hell is this?

MARTY:

So sue me.

Before David can say anything, Marty ushers him out of the

room.

INT. TRANSMISSION FEED - CONTINUOUS

Technicians are working feverishly. Clearly every monitor is

experiencing varying degrees of signal disruption. David

moves over to the main console.

DAVID:

Did you try to switch to

transponder channels?

MARTY:

Please, would I be this panicked

if it was that simple?

David examines the readouts, puzzled.

DAVID:

Let's retrofit the dish to another

satellite.

MARTY:

We've tried. It's not working.

It's almost as though they

weren't even there.

David looks up, puzzled.

DAVID:

That's impossible.

CUT TO:

A TELEVISION SET

Bad reception. A hand SMOCKS the side of it. No use.

WIDEN TO REVEAL:

INT. MOBILE HOME - DAY

Eleven-year-old TROY BRENNON tries to fix the television.

His older brother MIGUEL, seventeen, cooks breakfast.

MIGUEL:

Stop it.

TROY:

It's all fuzzy.

MIGUEL:

You're gonna break it. Just leave

it alone. Here, take your

medicine.

Miguel sits a small bottle of medicine and a spoon down in

front of Troy. Troy pushes the bottle away.

TROY:

I don't need it.

MIGUEL:

(pushing it back)

Just take it, dick head.

(turning to his sister)

Alicia! Make sure he takes his

medicine.

His sister, ALICIA, fourteen, hormones kicking in, testing

boundaries, listens to her walkman while putting on too much

makeup. Miguel throws a dish towel to get her as Troy hits

the television again.

EXT. TRAILER PARK - SAME - MORNING

A beat up pick-up truck comes down a dirt road and skids to a

halt on the gravel next to the Brennon Mobile Home at this

small shabby countryside trailer park. An angry FARMER jumps

out, slamming his door.

INT. BRENNON MOBILE HOME - SAME

Alicia opens the front door and smiles flirtatiously at the

angry farmers, LUCAS, who marches over. Miguel edges her out

of the doorway, wanting to handle this himself.

MIGUEL:

Morning, Lucas.

Lucas holds a bowl full of rotted vegetables.

LUCAS:

You like these! I've got a whole

goddamned crop full!

Unceremoniously, he dumps them at Miguel's feet.

LUCAS (cont'd)

Where the hell is your father?

You know what time it is?

MIGUEL:

He had to re-fuel. There musta

been a problem.

LUCAS:

We both know what the problem is.

He's a damned nut case, is what he

is. I musta been out of my mind.

Troy SMACKS the television again.

MIGUEL:

Troy, stop it! I swear to God!

LUCAS:

Miguel, if he's not in the air in

twenty minutes, that's it. I'm

getting someone else.

Lucas storms away. Again, Troy whacks at the television.

MIGUEL:

Stop it, Troy! I swear to God!

Determined, Troy HITS the television again. This time the

picture goes out completely.

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