IndependenceDay,独立日.doc

其他范文/相声小品剧本 independenceday,独立日 英文片名: independence day 中文片名: 独立日 天煞-地球反击战上映: 1996甲骨文剧本网，看电影，学英语independence daydean devlin roland emmerichan american flagoddly still, posted in gray dusty sand.widen to reveal:ext. lunar surface - the moonone small step for man, one large pile of garbage for moon-kind. untouched for years, the flag stands next to thecastoff remains of the apollo mission. slowly the discardedequipment begins to rattle and shake.an enormous shadow creeps towards us blotting out the horizon,a loud rumble is heard.suddenly we are covered in darkness as the shadow engulfs us.only the lonely image of our earth hangs in the air, until ahuge silhouetted object suddenly blocks our view.cut to:ext. new mexico - radio telescope valley - nighta field of large satellite dishes scan the skies.super up: s.e.t.i. institute, new mexicoint. institute - monitoring control center - samea lone technician works on his putting skills. behind him,wall to wall technical equipment quietly sifts through data.a red light begins to flash.the technician turns and slowly walks towards the source. oneby one a series of lights turn on. the technician (tech one)grabs a pair of headphones. his eyes . sleeping quarters - samesleepily a supervisor picks up the phone.supervisorif this isnt an insanelybeautiful woman, im hanging . control center - sametech oneshut up and listen.he holds the phone up to a speaker, increases the volume. astrange fluctuating tone plays out in sequential . sleeping quarters - samehearing it, the supervisor bolts up, banging his head on thebunk above . control center - moments latera pajama party on acid. five other technicians, in variousstates of undress, hover anxiously around the main console.the supervisor enters, tying his robe.supervisorgod, i hope its not just anotherdamned russian spy job.tech three(overlapping)negative. computer affirms the signal is unidentified.tech two(hanging up the phone)the boy from air res traffic say the skies are clear. no terrestriallaunches.tech oneits the real thing. a radiosignal from another world.the room becomes quiet as they realize that after years ofsearching the heavens, they might have finally foundsomething.supervisorlets not jump the gun. run atrajectory source computation.tech three slides over to another computer.supervisor (contd)i want to know exactly where itscoming from.tech threethis cant be right.tech three just stares at his screen in disbelief.supervisorwhats wrong?tech threecalculated distance from source isat three hundred and eight fivethousand kilometers.(turning to supervisor)its coming from the moon.the supervisor reaches over and turns up the volume on thespeaker. as they listen to the strange tones we.cut to:int. hallway - pentagon - sameelevator doors opens revealing four star general grey,commander in chief u.s. space command. understandablynervous, the commanding officer escorts him down the hall.general greywho else knows about this?commanding officers.e.t.i. in new mexico identified asignal but theyre even moreconfused than we are.the general shoots him a disapproving manding officerexcuse me, sir.he slides his security card through the lock and the doors . space command - the pentagon - continuousbanks of computers, technicians and assistants workingfeverishly through the night. the officers cross the room.super: space command - the pentagoncommanding officersatellite reception has beenimpaired but we were able to getthese.they arrive at a glass table. the surrounding officers snapto attention as a second officer quickly brings over a largetransparency. we see a grainy image of a large vague object.general greylooks like a big turd.the two officers exchange a manding officerwe estimate it has a diameter ofover five hundred and fiftykilometers and a mass roughly onefourth the size of our moon.the general turns to the second officer, concerned.general greya meteor?second officerno sir. definitely not.general greyhow do you know?second officerwell, er. its slowing down.general greyits doing what?second officerits. slowing down, sir.the general walks over to a phone, picks it up.general greyget me the secretary of defense.(pause)then wake him up.cut to:int. whitmores bedroom - fre-dawnlaying in bed thomas j. whitmore reads a stack of papers. thephone rings.womans voice(filtering through phone)hi. its me.the warm look on whitmores face tells us everything about howhe feels about the woman on the other end.whitmorehi honey. what time is it there?int. hotel room - nightdressed in a night gown, mrs. margaret whitmore unpacks herbriefing papers lays them out on a small desk as she talks.through the window we see los angeles at night.margarettwo in the morning. i know ididnt wake you?whitmore(filtered)as a matter of fact you did.margaret(smiles). whitmore bedroom - samewhitmore sits up.whitmorei have a confession to make.theres a beautiful young blondesleeping next to me.sleeping next to him, his six-year-old daughter, patricia.margaret(filtered)you didnt let her stay upwatching t.v. all night?whitmoreof course not.the little girl stirs awake, looks up.patriciamommy?whitmoreyoure flying back right after theluncheon? okay, here she is.whitmore hands her the phone and gets out of bed. habitablyhe turns on the television.t.v. - news programseveral pundits sit around a malaughlin-type news discussionprogram. the picture quality is snowy, static ridden.pundit #1. the inexperience in publicoffice was inevitably going tocatch up with him. hesscarified his ideals forpolitics as usual.whitmore ties on his robe as he adjusts the picture quality.pundit #2.i said this during thecampaign. leadership as a pilotin the gulf war has norelationship to politicalleadership. its a differentanimal.suddenly the channel changes. a cartoon comes on. whitmoreturns to his daughter who holds he remote.patricia(into phone)daddy let me watch letterman.whitmoretraitor.whitmore exits the . hallway - continuousas whitmore steps out of his bedroom, a security guard snapsto attention. someone hidden behind a newspaper, sits on abench.security guardgood morning, mr. president.whitmoregood morning, george.the paper is dropped revealing constance halbrook, mid-thirties, aggressive, sharp, the presidents communicationsdirector. quickly she gathers her things and . breakfast table - continuoustwo servants are preparing breakfast as whitmore and constanceenter. whitmore sits down, grabs a coffee.whitmoreyoure up early this morning,connie.she tosses him one of the many newspapers in her hands.constancetheyre not attacking yourpolicies, theyre attacking yourage.(another paper; reading).addressing congress, whitmoreseems less like the president andmore like the orphan child oliverasking, please sir, id like somemore.whitmoreclever.constanceage was never an issue when youstuck to your gun. you werethought of as young andidealistic. but the message hasgotten lost. theres too muchcompromise, too much politics.whitmore(pointedly)isnt it amazing how fast everyonecan turn against you.realizing she may be pushing him too far, she hands himanother paper.constancewell, the orange county registerhas named you one of the tensexiest men of the year.whitmoreyou see, substance at last.an aide appears at the doorway.constanceexcuse me, mr. president. itsthe secretary of defense.whitmore goes to the phone, picks it up.whitmoreyes? say that again?cut to:an old russian satellitedrifting away from us the old russian satellite becomessmaller and smaller. we pan with it as we see its on acollision course with something huge.suddenly the satellite explodes on impact with the much largerobject that dwarfs the puny piece of hardware. as huge as itis, we get the feeling weve only seen a portion of the total.new york skyline - early morninga slow crane down from the manhattan skyline, revealing.ext. cliffside park - new jersey - morningwith the new york skyline across the hudson behind them, oldmen sit in this small park playing chess. unlike the others,david martin is in his early thirties, sixties hippie meetsnineties yuppie nerd.he concentrates intensely on his next move. moishe. sixties.smokes a cigar impatiently.moishewhat are you waiting? my socialsecurity will expire, youll stillbe sitting there.davidim thinking.moisheso think already.david makes a move. instantly moishe counters his move.david furls his brow in thought.moisheagain hes thinking.moishe reaches into a paper bag and retrieves a coffee in astyrofoam cup.davidyou have any idea how long ittakes for those things todecompose?moisheyou dont move soon. ill begin todecompose.just as david finally makes his move, moishe counters again.david shoots him a look and stares back down to the board.moishe (contd)david, ive been meaning to talkwith you. its nice youve beenspending so much time with me,but.daviddad, dont start.moisheim only saying, its been what?four years, you still haventsigned your divorce papers.davidthree years.moishethree, four. move on. its nothealthy.moishe takes a big puff on the cigar and coughs.davidlook whos talking healthy.suddenly davids beeper goes off.moishehow many times is that now? youtrying to get fired?david moves his queen.davidcheckmate. see you tomorrow, dad.he gives his father a quick kiss and hurries away.moishethats not checkmate i canstill. oh.(yelling after him)you could let an old man win oncein a while, it wouldnt kill you.cut to:ext. new york city streets - minutes laterdavid pedals his bike through mid-town manhattan. he arrivesat compact cable . compact cable offices - laterhis bike hoisted on his shoulder, david squeezes through therevolving doors. marty gilbert, short, nervous and harried,comes rushing over.martywhat the hell is the point ofhaving a beeper if you dont turnit on?davidit was turned on. i was ignoringyou. whats the big emergency?martystarted this morning. everychannel is making like itsnineteen fifty. snow, static, allkinds of distortions. no oneknows what the hell is going on.david deposits his bike in the kitchenette as marty tosses hiscoke bottle in the trash. david retrieves it.daviddamn it, marty. theres a reasonwe have bins labeled recycle.finding more bottles in the trash, david turns to martyaccusingly.davidwhat the hell is this?martyso sue me.before david can say anything, marty ushers him out of . transmission feed - continuoustechnicians are working feverishly. clearly every monitor isexperiencing varying degrees of signal disruption. davidmoves over to the main console.daviddid you try to switch totransponder channels?martyplease, would i be this panickedif it was that simple?david examines the readouts, puzzled.davidlets retrofit the dish to anothersatellite.martyweve tried. its not working.its almost as though they werent even there.david looks up, puzzled.davidthats impossible.cut to:a television setbad reception. a hand smocks the side of it. no use.widen to reveal:int. mobile home - dayeleven-year-old troy brennon tries to fix the television.his older brother miguel, seventeen, cooks breakfast.miguelstop it.troyits all fuzzy.miguelyoure gonna break it. just leaveit alone. here, take yourmedicine.miguel sits a small bottle of medicine and a spoon down infront of troy. troy pushes the bottle away.troyi dont need it.miguel(pushing it back)just take it, dick head.(turning to his sister)alicia! make sure he takes hismedicine.his sister, alicia, fourteen, hormones kicking in, testingboundaries, listens to her walkman while putting on too muchmakeup. miguel throws a dish towel to get her as troy hitsthe television again.ext. trailer park - same - morninga beat up pick-up truck comes down a dirt road and skids to ahalt on the gravel next to the brennon mobile home at thissmall shabby countryside trailer park. an angry farmer jumpsout, slamming his . brennon mobile home - samealicia opens the front door and smiles flirtatiously at theangry farmers, lucas, who marches over. miguel edges her outof the doorway, wanting to handle this himself.miguelmorning, lucas.lucas holds a bowl full of rotted vegetables.lucasyou like these! ive got a wholegoddamned crop full!unceremoniously, he dumps them at miguels feet.lucas (contd)where the hell is your father?you know what time it is?miguelhe had to re-fuel. there mustabeen a problem.lucaswe both know what the problem is.hes a damned nut case, is what heis. i musta been out of my mind.troy smacks the television again.migueltroy, stop it! i swear to god!lucasmiguel, if hes not in the air intwenty minutes, thats it. imgetting someone else.lucas storms away. again, troy whacks at the television.miguelstop it, troy! i swear to god!determined, troy hits the television again. this time thepicture goes out completely.cut to:ext. space - the orbit - samerolling over us, the immense under-belly of this enormouscraft obliterates our view. a loud screech. suddenly thebottom begins to segment.dozens of large sections begins to disengage, extractingthemselves, twisting away from the larger bilge.the separated segments themselves are enormous. slowly theytwist downwards on a collision course to the blue planetbelow. earth.cut to:int. white house - basement corridors - dayunder a barrage of questions from her own staff, constancehurries down the corridor.aide #1cnn is running a story that werecovering up some kind of nucleartesting experiments.constancetell them to run with it if theywant to embarrass themselves.aide #2nasa has been up my butt allmorning. they want to know ourposition.constanceour official position is we donthave an official position.aide #3connie, what the hell is going on?constance escapes into the elevator, turns around.constance(smiles confidently)come on, people. would i keep youguys out of the loop?aide #1in a second!aide #2absolutely.before she can retort, the elevator doors . oval office - wide shot - samethe president, general grey, the secretary of defense andwhite house chief of staff albert nimziki are gathered aroundthe couch.sec. of defenseat the moment, our satellites aresomewhat unreliable. isnt itpossible that thing may just passus by?nimzikiwhat if it doesnt pass us by?lets retarget some icbms to blowit out of the sky.general greyforgive me, but with the littleinformation we do have, the onlything that would accomplish isturn one dangerous falling objectinto many.just then the door opens and constance enters.president whitmorewhats the damage?constancethe press is making up their ownstories at this point.nimziki(to general grey)get on the horn with atlanticcommand. lets upgrade thesituation to defcon 3.general greythats not your call to make, mr.nimziki.constanceisnt that a little premature?nimzikii dont think so.sec of defensewere two days away from the fourth of july. we have over fifty percent of our armed forces on weekend leave, not to mention the troops and commanders wehave in town for the fourth of julyparade. we call them back now, were sending up a major red flag.they go quiet as commanding officer from space command dashesinto the manding officerour intelligence tells us theobject has settled into astationary orbit.nimzikiwell thats good manding officernot really.he lays out the diagrams and photos on the table. everyonegathers manding officerpart of it has broken off intonearly three dozen other pieces.president whitmorepieces?commanding officersmaller than the whole, yet overfifteen miles in width themselves.nimzikiwhere are they