A CHYRON OVER BLUE: Innerdepartmental Psych Evaluation,
United Nations Intelligence Division. 10/07/2037 Subject:
Webber, M. Evaluator: Jacobs, S.
WEBBER, 40ish, tired. A therapeutically bland backdrop.
I guess if we’d been true People ofthe Earth - farmers or Indians or
something, we’d have been watchingthe skies. We would have known
something was coming. As it was, wewere driving to Stop N’ Shop.
FLASHBACK - INT. PRIUS -- DAY
A 5-YEAR-OLD BOY plays with an ORANGE DINOSAUR to theaccompaniment of a RADIO being frantically tuned...
NEWS REPORTER (O.S.)
...fleeing these areas... reports,
as yet unsubstantiated...
At the wheel, the boy’s mother, MELISSA, looks terrified. Theboy himself seems oblivious to whatever’s going on, watchingpassing blocks that look like they’ve been hastily evacuated.
You’re going fast!
The voice is replaced by an EMERGENCY BROADCAST TONE as astreetlight turns YELLOW.
Honey, just let me listen, ok...?
Melissa turns her head to look back. Just when an SUV
BRUTALLY SIDESWIPES THEM... The Prius is spun around, front-
end totaled. The SUV, sputtering, disappears down the street.
The boy cries hysterically. Melissa hushes him even as shefrantically checks him for injury.
EXT. STREET -- DUSK
Holding her son, Melissa looks up and down the weirdlydeserted street. She gets no service on her phone. Her eyesshow hope as a BMW speeds toward them.
She tries to flag the driver down. He SWERVES around her,
DINGING a parked car, speeding on, heedlessly. Melissa holdsthe boy tighter.
Her anxious gaze happens to land on a puddle in a potholenear her feet. Reflected in the puddle, A WHITE FIGURE leapsfrom one rooftop to another.
She whips around to look behind her. Nothing there now. Sheholds her kid tightly and starts walking, the boy holding hisdragon. From down the deserted, dusky street behind themcomes an INHUMAN WAIL. Melissa makes herself focus on what’s
ahead... which soon turns out to be A SILHOUETTED FIGURE
crouched on a ledge above them. It looks, at first, like astatue. A gargoyle. Whatever it is, it’s alive. It turns itshead to follow Melissa and the boy as they move on. She trieshard not to break into a run.
A SHADOW flits across the street behind them. Vaguely human-
shaped but not moving like anything human moves. More“gargoyles” appear on ledges all around them.
Now Melissa starts running with the child in her arms... onlyto abruptly put on the brakes as she rounds a corner andfinds herself facing a COLUMN OF HEAVILY ARMED NATIONALGUARDSMEN and ARMORED VEHICLES rolling toward them.
She opens her mouth to call to them but her voice is drownedout by the HUGE VAPROUS EXPLOSION that takes out half the
column right before her eyes. Now, suddenly, she and herchild find themselves in the middle of the WAR OF THE WORLDS.
FLYING ORBS descend from the skies, blasting the terrifiedand hapless soldiers. ALIENS in weirdly articulatedexoskeletons attack from every direction, wielding strangeweapons. A GIGANTIC BLACK HEXAGON lowers over the street. Anorifice opens at its base and hundreds of Lovecraftiannightmare things emerge, with metallic yet somehow fleshyTENTACLES snaking out, hungrily.
Melissa hides with her child behind the wreck of a car. She
makes the boy look at her.
Martin, you have to be my big b...
A TENTACLE wraps around her and snatches her away, into thesky. The little boy, left alone, in shock, watches her fly.
INT. THERAPIST’S OFFICE -- DAY
A motherly THERAPIST, bundled in a sweater, observes Webber’ssubdued reaction to the tale he’s just told.