Downtown L.A. Noon on a hot summer day. On an EXTREME LONG LENS the lunchtime crowd stacks up into a wall of humanity. In SLOW MOTION they move in herds among the glittering rows of cars jammed bumper to bumper. Heat ripples distort the torrent of faces. The image is surreal, dreamy... and like a dream it begins very slowly to...
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. CITY RUINS - NIGHT
Same spot as the last shot, bu
INDEPENDENCE DAY
Dean Devlin & Roland Emmerich
AN AMERICAN FLAG
Oddly still, posted in gray dusty sand.
WIDEN TO REVEAL:
EXT. LUNAR SURFACE - THE MOON
One small step for man, one large pile of garbage for moon-
kind. Untouched for years, the flag stands next to the
castoff remains of the Apollo mission. Slowly the discarded
equipment begins to RATTLE and SHAKE.
AN ENORMOUS SHADOW creeps towards u
path
- Lets go back to God
- Wander path. yeah
- Lets go back to God
- Left his mark
- Lets go back to God
- Of hallowed troughs
- Lets go back to God
- Come on. yes
- Lets go back to God
- Let us go back
- Lets go back to God
- Go back to God
- Come. let us go back
To God
Uh!
Oh...
Afternoon, Mrs. Munson.
Afternoon, Sheriff.
- You know the Funthes boy?
- Um...
Mackatee Funthes?
Oh, no, not him.
slowly out of the mist.
The silhouette of a FISHERMAN. As fragments of fog part, we
CLOSE ON the figures face, to see...
...his eyes. They are Asian.
VISUAL FX TRANSITION TO:
EXT. SHIP CHANNEL BANK - MORNING
An island landscape. Tilt to find our boat bobbing
peacefully on placid water.
EXT. THE SUSAN MARIE - MORNING
Silhouetted against the morning sun, two figures slowly reel
in the massive net o
path of a bullet
- at long range - or so Q claims. - I feel tempted to test that theory now.
If you dont mind, Commander, my spoon.
Sorry, sir.
Thank you.
Dr Kananga is at present in New York.
The CIA have been informed. They are helping with surveillance.
Your flight arrives at . am.
Now, where did I leave my coat?
Allow me.
Thank you. Come along, Miss Moneypenny.
- Morning, Bond. - Sir.
Miss Mo
slowly. Slow motion RIFLE sound.
Silent pause. The Iraqi soldier stands there, then his neck
explodes like a sack of blood. Silent, except for sound of
Troys LOUD BREATHING as he walks toward the big berm, and up
to the crest. All we hear are his footsteps and breathing.
SOLDIER #3 (O.S.)
That guy just shot a towel head.
SOLDIER #4 (O.S.)
Bullshit.
YOUNG IRAQI SOLDIER
lies on the ground. A piece
slow atonal litany which seems to hang
forever on
the frosty air.
RACHEL
TIGHTENING to her as the hymn continues...
CUT TO:
11 INT. LAPP FARMHOUSE 11
where the Amish have gathered for the traditional
post
funeral, midday meals.
11 CONTINUED: 11
Long tables are laden with customary Amish fare
... crocks of soup, hams, fowl, fried boiled eggs
and pickled beets, preserves
and an infinite variety of
slow at first, then faster and faster, until finally shes got her whole ass sticking up in the air. And thats a big ass. Were talking 20,30 thousand tons. OK. And the hulls not designed to deal with that pressure, so what happens? Schkee-she splits right down to the keel and the stern section just kind of bobs there like a cork for a couple of minutes, floods, then finally goes under about 2:20am
Small beams of light coming from lamps attached to the tower cut through the ground mist. We HEAR all the unidentifiable sounds of night in the woods. We also HEAR, very, very faintly, a slow, deliberate drum cadence. And as this starts, we begin to MOVE SLOWLY UP THE TOWER, more becomes visible now: ... the sandbags on the ground piled ten-high... the steel, fire escape-type stairway wrapping ar
path, waiting and watching.
The VIEW PUSHES ALONG WITH the Vietnamese, MOVING FASTER AND FASTER WITH them, until suddenly, directly in front about ten feet away, an enormous AMERICANclad in rags and bushes and holding a 12 gauge automatic shotgun casually at his side, steps in front of them. He smiles laconically, and BLASTS OUT FIVE SHOTS that rip THROUGH US. By the second shot, the whole jungle