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.

(CRICKETS CHIRPING FAINTLY)

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

(BEEPING RAPIDLY)

(TURNS OFF MUSIC)

(SIGNAL PULSING)

(PHONE RINGING)

If this isn't an insanely

beautiful woman, I'm hanging up.

Sir.

(STAMMERS) I think you

should listen to this.

(SIGNAL PULSING)

Ow! Ow!

Sir?

MAN:
God damn it! Damn!

Sir?

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.

(SIGNAL PULSING)

GREY:
Who else knows

about this?

MAN:
S.E.T.I. in New Mexico

identified a signal.

But...

they're even more confused

than we are, sir.

Excuse me.

Major!

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!

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello.

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.

Liar.

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.

Okay.

Mommy?

Here's your mother.

MARY:
(ON PHONE)

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.

Traitor.

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.

Now...

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.

Well...

The Orange County Dispatch has voted you

one of the ten sexiest men of the year.

That's...

That's accomplishing

something.

MAN:
Excuse me, Mr.

President.

It's the Secretary

of Defense.

Yes.

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.

Ah-ha!

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.

Checkmate.

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.

Checkmate.

Yes, we've got everybody we

have working on the problem.

I love XFiles, too. I

hope you get to see it.

(ALL TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

MARTY:
David! David!

What's the hell's the point of having a

beeper if you're not gonna turn it on?

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