[Indistinct Radio Communication]
Radio: For those who haven't, uh, 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."
[Rumbling]
[Rumbling Increases]
[R.E.M. Plays On Radio]
* It's the end of the world *
* As we know it *
* It's the end of the world *
* As we know it *
* It's the end of the world... *
[Beep Beep]
* And I feel fine... **
[Drops Golf Club]
[Shuts Music Off]
[Loud Static]
[Ring]
If this isn't an insanely beautiful woman,
I'm hanging up.
Sir, I--I--I think you should listen to this.
[Static]
Aah! Aah.
- God damn it! - Sir?
- 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 skies are clear.
It's the real thing.
A radio signal from another world.
Let--Let's not jump the gun here.
Get on-line 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 37 5,000 kilometers.
It's coming from the moon.
[Static]
Who else knows about this?
S.E.T.I. in New Mexico identified a signal,
but, uh, they're even more confused
than we are, sir.
[Beep]
Excuse me.
Major?
Yes, sir.
Radar reception has been impaired,
but we were able to get these.
And we estimate
that it has a diameter of over 5 50 kilometers
and a mass roughly 1/ 4 the size of our moon.
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?
It's, uh... it's slowing down, sir.
[Beep]
Get me the secretary of defense.
Then wake him!
[Ring]
Hello.
Hi. It's me.
Hi.
What time is it there?
It's 2:45 in the morning.
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.
You didn't let her
stay up all night watching TV...
did you?
Of course not.
You're gonna come home right after the luncheon, right?
Yes, yes, yes, yes.
Mommy?
Here's your mother.
Hi, honey.
Hi. I miss you.
I know.
TV: President Whitmore's approval ratings
have slipped below 40%.
Even his crime bill failed to pass.
Are the salad days over for President Whitmore? Morton?
Leadership as a pilot in the Gulf War
is completely different from leadership in politics.
Daddy let me watch Letterman.
Traitor.
That's the problem.
They elected a warrior, and they got a wimp.
Good morning, George.
Good morning, Mr. President.
That game couldn't have been pretty.
Ha ha. Thank you, sir.
Connie, you're up awfully early this morning.
They're not attacking your policies.
They're attacking your age.
" 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.
Now the message has gotten lost.
It's just too much politics. It's 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 10 sexiest men... of the year.
That's...
That's accomplishing something.
Excuse me, Mr. President.
It's the secretary of defense.
Yes.
Can you say that again?
[Explosion]
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 NickJones.
He'll give us a traffic report to the beaches...
So why are you waiting? Hmm?
My social security will expire,
you'll still be sitting there.
I'm thinking.
Yeah, well, think already.
Dad, do you have any idea
how long it takes for those cups to decompose?
If you don't move soon,
I'm gonna start to decompose.
OK.
Ah. Ah.
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 your wedding band?
Three years.
All right, three, four. You're divorced.
Come on, move on. This is not healthy.
No, this is not healthy. Smoking is not healthy.
Checkmate.
Wait a minute, wait a minute,
wait a minute.
Wait, wait, wait. This is not--
This is not checkmate.
See you tomorrow, Pop.
Now,just hold on. This is not checkmate.
[Mutters]
Ahh, checkmate.
Yes, we've got everybody we have
working on the problem.
We are doing every...
I love X-Files, too. I hope you get to see it.
Woman: Good morning. Compact Cable.
Anna will take care of you. David. David.
What the hell's the point of having a beeper
if you're not gonna turn it on?
It was turned on. I was ignoring you.
Hello. What's the, uh...
What's the big emergency?
It started this morning.
Every station's making like it's the 1950s.
We got static. We got snow.
All kinds of distortions.
- Nobody knows-- - Marty--
What the hell are you doing?
There's a reason
we have bins labeled " recycle."
What the hell is going on?
My God in heaven.
So sue me. David! We got a problem.
Did you try to switch transponder channels?
Oh, please. You think I'd be this panicked
if it was something simple?
OK. Let's point the dish at another satellite.
We tried that. It didn't work.
It's almost as though they weren't even there.
All right. All right. What've we got here?
This is impossible.
TV: We created a race of robots.
Their function...
Miguel, the signal's all screwed up.
Stop it. Just leave it alone.
You're gonna break it, all right?
It's so fuzzy.
[Horn Honks]
Oh, no.
Good morning, Lucas.
You see these?
I got a whole god damn crop full of these.
If your father's not in the air
in 20 minutes...
I'm getting someone else.
Hey!
Russell!
Hey, Miguel!
Ha ha ha ha ha!
Whoaaaa!
Whooooo!
Yahhhh-hoooo!
Russell! What are you doing?
Whoo!
Just what in the hell do you think you're doing?
Whoa! Ohh!
Oh!
It's the wrong field, you idiot.
Lucas' farm is on the other side of town.
[Rooster Crows]
Are you sure?
[Speaking Spanish]
[Rumbling]
CNS is running a story that we're covering up
some type of nuclear testing experiment.
Tell them to run with it
if they want to embarrass themselves.
NASA's been on my butt all morning.
They want to know our position.
Our official position is
we have no official position.
Connie, what is going on here?
Come on, would I keep you out of the loop?
- Yes, absolutely. - In a second.
What? I can't hear you.
At the moment,
our satellites are somewhat unreliable.
Isn't it possible
that this thing may just pass us by?
What if it doesn't "pass us by" ?
Let's retarget some ICBMs to blow it outta the sky.
And risk turning one dangerous falling object
into many?
We don't yet know enough
about what we're dealing with
to make any kind of intelligent judgments.
Luckily, the press is making up their own story
at this point.
But that's not gonna keep.
We may need to upgrade to Defcon Three.
Absolutely. General, contact NORAD.
You tell them we've upgraded to Defcon Three.
That's not what the president said.
That's a little premature.
I don't think so.
We have more than 50% of the armed forces
out on weekend leave,
not to mention the commanders and troops
that are in town for the 4th ofJuly parade.
Go ahead, Commander.
Our intelligence tells us
the object has settled into a stationary orbit.
Well, that's good news.
Uh, not really, sir.
Part of it has broken off
into nearly three dozen other pieces...
smaller than the whole, sir,
yet over 15 miles in width themselves.
Where are they heading?
They should be entering our atmosphere
within the next 25 minutes.
Take us to Defcon Three.
[Beeping]
Please tell me we're gettin' somewhere.
Oh, there's good news, and there's bad news.
All right, what's the bad news?
The bad news is that you're in meal penalty
for disturbing my lunch.
And the good news is you're not gonna charge me.
Uh, no. The good news is that I've found the problem.
It's not our equipment.
There's some kinda weird signal embedded in the satellite feed.
And that's the good news?
Yeah, 'cause this signal
has a definite sequential pattern,
so as soon as I find the exact binary sequence,
then I can calculate the phase reversal
with that analyzer
I built you for your birthday and apply it,
we should be able to block it out completely.
And then we'll be the only guys in town
with a clear picture?!
Yes! Yes! Yes!
Oh, David, that's why I love you!
I know. That's unnecessary.
Oh, yes! Yes!
You're too kind.
[Rumbling]
This better be good.
Captain on deck!
Sir, we're looking at a total radar blackout
over a 13 kilometer area.
Let's do a diagnostic check--
Excuse me, sir.
The radar may be malfunctioning,
but the infrared
is totally off the map.
Jeez.
Get me Atlantic Command on the line.
Hang on, sir.
Sir, we have visual range
with incoming over Iraqi airspace.
Second sighting?
Yes, sir. This just came in from the Persian Gulf.
Correction, sir.
We now have two confirmed visual contacts.
That's affirmative. Mr. President.
They're tracking another one off the California coastline.
[Whispers]
All right, go ahead. Put it on.
General, you might want to watch this.
TV: Ladies and gentlemen...
ladies and gentlemen,
we are interrupting our regular broadcast
to bring you extraordinary events
taking place in the Russian Republic.
This unexplained disturbance
and the hysteria that it's causing
are incredible.
Woman: How would you describe
what you're seeing?
It is clearing the mountains...
moving too slowly
to be a comet or meteor.
Widespread panic has gripped the countryside
as thousands have taken to the streets.
It is confirmed.
The unexplained phenomenon
is headed for Moscow.
Mr. President,
we have an AWAC off the West Coast.
ETA with contact point: three minutes.
I don't understand it, sir.
Side radar doesn't see it.
I know. It's blind, sir.
Nothing is registering.
Negative. We have zero visibility.
Visibility is at... zero.
Command, this is Eagle Eye 37 0.
General Grey: Captain, the president is listening.
Repeat what you just told me.
We still have zero visibility.
Instrumentation is malfunctioning.
[Static]
We can't get any kind of reading
of what's in front of us.
Wait a minute.
[Static]
May be clearing.
Pull up! Pull up!
- Aah! - Aah!
Line's gone, sir.
Two more have been spotted over the Atlantic.
One's moving toward New York,
the other's headed this direction.
How much time do we have?
Less than 10 minutes.
Alex, organize a military escort.
Mr. President, I strongly recommend
we move you to a secure location immediately.
Connie, can we expect
the same kind of panic we saw in Russia?
More than likely.
We can discuss this on the way.
I'm not leaving.
We have to maintain a working government...
I want you to get the vice president,
the whole cabinet, and joint chiefs,
and take them to a secured location.
I'm staying.
I don't want to add to a public hysteria
that's gonna cost lives.
Connie.
Yes, sir?
We'll initiate
the Emergency Broadcast System.
We'll advise people not to panic.
The best idea right now
is to stay in their homes.
Yes, sir. Roy. Dean.
And, Alex, you contact the cabinet members.
Have them rendezvous here.
We'll take them to NORAD.
Mr. President, with your permission,
I'd like to remain at your side.
I had a feeling you would.
And what happens if they do become hostile?
Then God help us.
There it is, the strange atmospheric phenomenon.
It is apparently what has been causing
all the distortions in our broadcasts.
David, are you watching this?
General Grey On TV: Not to react
in a manner of cold fear.
We have no evidence
that these phenomena are endangering anyone.
Thus far, reports of aggression...
Marty, listen to this.
I got a lock on the pattern of that signal,
so we can filter it out.
But if my calculations are right,
it's going to be gone in, like, seven hours anyway.
It's reducing itself every time it recycles,
so eventually it's gonna disappear...
You listening?
Can you believe this?
David, haven't you been watching?
David!
TV: General.
Good afternoon.
So far, the phenomenon has not caused any damage.
We have to ask you to try to stay calm,
and it's important for everyone not to panic.
We have a fix on three of the occurrences
about to appear over American cities.
It's just unreal.
Hey, Miguel, come here.
TV: One is headed towards Los Angeles.
The other two are on our eastern seaboard
headed towards New York and Washington, D.C.
Marty.
Marty.Jamie says
this building has an old bomb shelter.
We're heading down there now.
All right. Um, everybody, head down to the basement.
Take it slow. Don't run.
Walk down to the basement.
There's no shame in hiding.
Oh, I better call my mother.
- Hoo hoo! - Ha ha ha!
Well, look who we have here.
Hey, Russ, I heard
you had a little trouble this morning.
Dusted the wrong field.
I know you're probably still a little confused
from your hostage experience.
Hostage experience?
Did something happen to you, Russ?
Oh, yeah. Seems years back,
our boy was kidnapped by aliens.
Did all kinds of experiments on him.
Tell them about it, Russ.
Get a couple beers in him,
he'll tell you all about it.
Crazy stuff. Won't you, Russ?
Russ...
when they took you up in their spaceship,
did they do any...
sexual things, do you recall?
Do you recollect?
Ha ha ha!
- Ha ha ha! - Ha ha ha!
Oh, Russ!
Ha ha ha ha ha!
[Rumbling]
Let's get outta here.
What's going on?
[TV Plays]
[Glass Breaks]
What's that?
Let's get outta here. Come on.
[People Shouting]
Oh, wow.
Oh, my God.
Mommy! Lookit!
Mmm...
It's too early, baby.
[Rumbling]
Is it a earthquake?
Woman: Not even a four pointer.
Go back to sleep.
Mmm...
Daddy!
What are you doing here?
You should be down in the shelter.
What's going on?
[Rap Plays]
Come on! Pass it over here, man!
Come on! Come on!
Unh!
[Tires Screech]
Aren't you coming, David?
No. I gotta see this.
That's cool, man!
[Horn Honks]
You jerk!
Whoa!
[Horn Honks]
The signal.
My God.
Now what do we do?
Address the nation. There's gonna be
a lot of frightened people out there.
Yeah.
I'm one of them.
Hey, hey, hey. Come on.
Woman: He's just trying to impress you.
If you want to impress me, you need to get a job
and stop slobbering all over my shoe.
[Urinating]
I don't believe this. Jasmine.
Neighbors moving out.
Guess they finally got tired of all these quakes.
[Urinating]
A little shake, and they running.
TV: Police and the fire departments
are asking everyone to stay off the phone.
Baby, there's something on the news about the quake.
TV: The police are asking us not to call 911.
What's up, man?
What you been doing out there?
Shooting the aliens.
Oh, you shooting aliens, right?
You think you tough, huh?
What you got? Turn around. Let me see what you got.
Come on, Boomer.
Let's get you something to eat.
Mmm. Uh, nnnnn... Oh, now, watch out.
Watch it now, baby.
I'll go grab the paper.
All right.
Ow!
Darn--
Man: Honey, let's go!
Babe, you want some of this coffee?
Babe.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Newscaster On TV: Pentagon officials
are reporting more ships have just arrived
over the capitals of India,
England, and Germany,
bringing estimates up to anywhere from 10 to 15
of these city-sized spacecraft.
I know, Ma.
Just try and stay calm.
Tell her to pack up and leave town.
Why? What happened?
Just do it!
Oh, Ma. Ma, listen.
Get your stuff together and head for Aunt Esther's.
Don't argue with me. Just go!
David, why did I just send my mother to Atlanta?
David.
David, talk to me.
Did you hear me tell you
that the signal hidden in the satellite feed
is slowly recycling down to extinction?
Not really.
It's a countdown.
A countdown?
Wait. A countdown to what, David?
Uh, it's like in chess:
First you strategically position your pieces,
then, when the timing's right,
you strike.
See?
They're positioning themselves all over the world
using this one signal to synchronize their efforts.
In approximately six hours,
the signal's going to disappear,
and the countdown's going to be over.
And then what?
Checkmate.
[Gasp]
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God!
I've got to call my brother.
I'd better call my housekeeper.
I gotta call my lawyer.
Eh, forget my lawyer.
Announcer On TV: Ladies and gentlemen,
the president of the United States.
Good afternoon.
My fellow Americans,
a historic and unprecedented event has occurred.
The question of whether or not
we're alone in the universe
has been answered.
Although it's understandable
that many of us feel a sense of hesitation or even fear,
we must attempt to reserve judgment...
He says he's your husband.
Oh, God.
What do you want?
You got to leave the White House.
[Whispering] This is hardly the time nor the place
to be having that same old discussion!
You don't understand.
You got to leave Washington.
Well, in case you haven't noticed,
we are having a little crisis here.
They're communicating with a hidden signal.
They're going to attack.
You are just being paranoid!
Shh!
It's not paranoia. The embedding's very subtle.
It's probably been overlooked. If--
[Dial Tone]
Marty, what are you doing?
Get out of town as soon as you can.
- Please. - OK, OK.
TV: My staff and I will remain in the White House
as we attempt to establish communication.
If you feel compelled to leave these cities,
please do so in an orderly fashion.
Hey! What's going on?
Excuse me.
Coming through.
TV: The arrival of the alien visitors
has caused over 10,000 fender-benders
in just a few seconds' time,
but this is just the beginning...
Uh-uh. Come on, now, you can't go.
You got to call them back.
I'm not going to do this with you,Jasmine.
I've got to report to El Toro.
But you said you was on leave for the 4th.
Yeah, well, they canceled it!
Look, why are you acting like this?
Why?
That's why.
Look...
I really don't think
they flew 90 billion light years
to come down here and start a fight
and get all rowdy.
Look, why don't you just relax?
I'm going to report to El Toro
and find out what's going on.
[Dylan Imitating Engine Running]
What are you doing in there, man?
Nothing. I'm just driving.
[Imitating Engine]
Honk honk!
Look. Here, I got these for you.
Firecrackers.
Now, you be careful.
Steve, wait.
I want to tell you something.
What is it,Jasmine?
You take care of yourself, you hear?
Look, um...
why don't you get some things packed,
and you and Dylan come stay with me on the base.
And you will see that
there is nothing to be scared of.
Really?
You don't mind?
Well, I mean, uh...
We'll have to let all my other girlfriends know
that they can't come over, you know,
and got to postpone a little freaky-deaky.
There you go.
There he goes, thinking you all that.
But you are not
as charming as you think you are, sir.
Yes, I am.
Them big ol' Dumbo ears.
Well, look at you with them chicken legs.
Baw-caw.
Come on, Dylan, honey.
[Shouting And Screaming]
Look out! Look out!
- What? - Hey!
The television said
they started the looting already.
Vultures.
You still have the Plymouth?
You want to borrow the car?
David, you don't have a license.
You're driving.
Yeah, I'm driv--I'm driving?
Come on, come on.
I really want you out of Los Angeles.
You're staying there to keep people calm.
It's the right thing to do.
I'm not going to let them criticize you for it.
I appreciate your trying to help me.
Liar. Stick to the truth.
It's what you're good at.
All right. I'll tell you the truth.
I don't want you in any one of those cities.
[Sigh]
I'll leave as soon as the interviews are done.
All right. There's a helicopter waiting.
They're going to take you to Nellis.
Marilyn: And the munchkin?
She's going to meet you there.
All right.
I love you.
Bye.
TV: Communication attempts in 30 languages
over all common frequencies have failed.
Bye.
Julius: It's the White House,
for crying out loud.
You can't just drive up and ring a bell.
Can't this thing go any faster?
What, you think they don't know what you know?
They know. Believe me, they know.
She works for the president.
They know everything.
They don't know this.
Oh, oh. You're going to educate them, huh?
So tell me something.
You're so smart,
how come you spend eight years at M.I.T.
to become a cable repairman?
All I'm saying is they got people
who handle these things, David.
They want HBO, they'll call you.
Look at these people. Look. Huh?
Vultures.
They take, and then they go.
Yeah. They're going.
They're going faster than we are.
Look at this. We're in the fast lane.
They're cutting me off here.
No one's cutting you off. We're going to get a ticket.
They're getting in front of me.
I can't go any faster.
All right. All right. I don't want to argue.
Let's just get there as quickly as possible.
What's the rush?
You think we'll get to Washington,
it won't be there?
Newscaster On TV: A local crop duster
was arrested today
as he papered city hall with leaflets from the air.
Everybody's leaving.
TV: Can you give us some of your time?
Do you want to make a statement?
We've got to stop them!
I was kidnapped by space aliens 10 years ago.
They did all kinds of experiments on me.
They've been studying us for years,
finding out our weaknesses.
We've gotta stop them!
They're gonna kill us all!
Newscaster: Some people
attribute his eccentric behavior
to post-traumatic stress syndrome
from his service as a pilot in Vietnam.
Others, however, have a more unusual theory.
How would you describe Mr. Casse?
- Private. - Keeps to himself.
- Real quiet. - Quiet.
When they took him up in the spaceship,
the aliens abused him...
sexually.
Newscaster: Mr. Casse is in the county lockup
this evening...
Pack up. We're leaving.
TV: Due to extenuating circumstances,
he may be released later tonight.
Miguel, what about Dad?
This could be our last night on Earth.
You don't want to die a virgin...
do you?
Come on. We're going.
No. I'm not going anywhere.
Miguel!
Stop it!
Thanks a lot, partner.
You read my mind!
Stay here.
We got to get as far away from these things as we can.
They let you out?
You're damn right.
They got bigger fish to fry now,
believe you me.
Come on, boy.
We're leavin'...without you.
We're going to live with Uncle Hector in Tucson.
[Scoffs]
Ha ha ha ha! Hector?
Like hell you are.
I'm still your father.
No, you're not.
You're just the man who married my mother.
You're nothin' to me.
Oh.
Oh...
Well, what about Troy?
Troy?
Yeah.
For once in your life,
why don't you think about what's best for him?
Just who in the hell has to beg for money
to buy him medicine when you screw up, huh?! Who?! Who?!
You stop it right now!
I'm not a baby anymore!
And I don't want your stupid medicine,
'cause I'm so sick of medicine!
Do you know what this stuff costs?
Do you want to get sick again?
Do you?
TV: Once again, the L.A.P.D. is asking Los Angelenos
not to fire their guns at the visitor spacecraft.
You may inadvertently trigger an interstellar war.
Think we can find something better
to do with our time, gentlemen?
Where you been, Stevie?
Man, this is unbelievable.
This is, like, huge.
They've recalled everybody.
Oh. Well, looks like the mail's still working.
Oh. Oh, oh.
Uh, you got to do the honors for me, man.
You're a wuss.
Yeah, whatever. Shut up and read it.
It says...
" Captain Steven Hiller,"
loser.
" United States Marine Corps..."
Blah blah blah blah blah blah.
" We regret to inform you
that despite your excellent record of service...''
I'm sorry, man.
You know what you need to do?
You need to, like, kiss some serious booty
to get ahead in this world, man.
That's what I'm trying to tell you.
See, I like the one-knee approach
because it puts the booty, like,
right in front of the lips--
[Clatter]
What's this?
- That's nothing. - Hold on.
Hold on, man. What is this?
Jasmine kind of has a thing for dolphins.
I don't know.
Stevie, this is a wedding ring.
I thought you said you were going
to break the whole thing off.
Yeah...
Man, you know I really likeJasmine.
You know that, right?
Man, you're never going
to get to fly the Space Shuttle
if you marry a stripper.
[Exotic Music Playing Loudly]
Barry Nolan On TV:
..." it could only happen in California" file,
here's Wendy Walsh with a special report.
Wendy Walsh: Below us,
we can see hundreds of UFO fanatics
who have gathered on rooftops
here in downtown Los Angeles
to welcome the new arrivals.
Oh, God! I hope they bring back Elvis!
I just came in to get my check tonight,
and I got talked into working.
Oh, I must have been tripping.
TV: It's being called
the party event of the century,
and everyone is invited, especially you know who.
This is so cool.
Girl, please.
Oh, hey. I made it before I came in tonight.
Check it out.
Now I know you're not
thinking about joining those idiots.
Oh, I am going over there as soon as I get off.
You want to come?
Tiffany, listen to me a sec.
I have got a really bad feeling about this.
I don't want you to go.
Oh, like the really bad feeling you got
when I went to Las Vegas?
Yeah, and I was right. You didn't get the job,
and you lost all your money gambling.
Yeah, but I wasn't in L.A. for the earthquake.
Tiff, I really don't want you to go up there.
Now promise me you won't.
Oh.
Come on, girl, promise me.
I promise.
OK.
Look...I'm goin'.
I'm out of town for a while.
Later.
Bye.
Hey, there's my angel. Come on.
Come on, Boomer. Let's go, y'all.
Hey. Come on. Talk to your boyfriend later.
Hey, what the hell is the kid doin' here, huh--Oh!
You try finding a sitter today.
Hey, where do you think you're goin'?
You leave, you're fired.
Nice workin' with ya, Mario.
Come on, Boomer.
Everyone in the world
is trying to get out of Washington.
We're the only schmucks trying to get in.
Radio:...should establish some line of communication.
What the hell is that?
Pops, this is every phone book in America.
You think an important person like Constance
is going to be listed?
She always keeps her portable phone
listed for emergencies.
Sometimes it's just her first initial.
Sometimes it's her nickname.
Sometimes it's just her--
Oy, my God!
Hey, hey, hey! Slow it down!
Tell them!
Where are they going, all these people?!
- Stop! - Tell them! Tell them!
Slow it down!
[Screeching Tires And Honking Horns]
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Slow it down! Watch out, boy!
All right! We made it! We made it!
My goodness.
Nice driving, Pops.
Well...
So, not listed, huh?
No, no. I just haven't found it yet.
Um...I tried C. Spano and Connie Spano...
Spunky Spano...
Spunky?
College nickname.
Ah...cute.
You try Levinson?
No. She didn't take my name when we were married.
Uh, why would she-- What are you talking about?
Try it.
It isn't here. Look.
Uh-huh. So what do I know, hmm?
[Angry Shouting]
[Police Radio Traffic]
[Demonstrators Chanting]
So...you want to ring the bell
or should I?
[Busy Signal]
[Gasps]
Hmm?
Oh, perfect. She's using it.
Perfect. What's perfect? It's busy.
Yeah. I can use her signal to triangulate
to triangulate her exact position in the White House.
You can do that?
Yeah.
All cable repairmen can, Pops.
John McLaughlin On TV: The visitors have arrived,
but the president remains at the White House.
Question: Are Mr. Whitmore's actions A--ultra brave...
[Ringing]
or B--foolhardy?
What?
David: Now, don't hang up, sweetie.
David. How did you get this number?
Do me a favor. Walk to the window.
And I'm looking for what?
You'll see.
Over here.
See us?
We're here.
How does he do that?
Reporter: Reporting live from Andrews Air Force Base
just outside Washington, D.C...
Yes, that's right, Tom, an amazing moment.
We're reporting from Andrews Air Force Base...
Now in light of our apparent inability
to communicate with the visitors,
Pentagon officials
have retrofit this skylift helicopter
with a type of visual communications device.
Mr. President.
Be seated.
TV: This is not a military aircraft...
Where are we now?
They're just commencing liftoff.
Reporter:...and refitted
with these enormous light panels that are
attached to the hull and onto the sides.
Pilot: Echo One,
Welcome Wagon is in the air.
I repeat. Welcome Wagon is in the air.
Ground Control: Roger, Welcome Wagon.
Echo One right beside you.
This is something
I would never believe in my lifetime,
that I would be in the White House.
Look at this.
If I knew I was going to meet the president,
I would have worn a tie.
I mean, look at me. I look like a schlemiel.
You look fine, Pops.
Oy, my God.
David, I don't know how happy he's going to be to see you.
That's right. I'm telling you,
we're wasting time.
He's not going to listen to me.
We should go.
Why wouldn't he listen?
'Cause last time I saw him,
we, uh, we got into a fight.
You walked in the room
and punched him in the head.
You punched the president?
He wasn't the president then.
I punched him, he fought back.
We wrestled around. It was a fight.
A fight that you started,
because David thought that I was having an affair.
With the president?
Which, of course, I wasn't.
You know, either go get him,
or we should head back to the car.
All right. I'll get him. You wait here,
and don't touch anything.
You punched the president?
Mein Gott!
Nearing point of contact, Echo One.
We're closing in.
Echo One: Roger that.
You're a go to commence sequence when ready.
This I like.
Look at this.
You know what famous people have been here, hmm? Hmm?
Politicians, actors...
baseball players, singers...
and now me.
Imagine that. Look, a poor immigrant like me.
- It's a dream! - Shh! Shh!
David, please!
TV: The three choppers are steadily approaching
what has been unanimously agreed to be
the front of these spaceships,
a parabolic indentation 9 city blocks...
You're leaving now?
[Door Closes]
David, see if they got those pens
that they give away.
Dad, what?
I don't have time for this.
- Two minutes, Tom. - Connie--
Mr. President.
Julius Levinson. David is my son.
I told you he wouldn't listen.
David, you have to tell him.
Connie.
David, tell him!
Uh, I know why we have satellite disruption.
All right. Go ahead.
OK.
Um...
Let's say that you want to coordinate with spaceships
on different sides of the Earth.
You couldn't send a direct signal, right?
You're talking about line of sight.
Yeah, that's right. Exactly.
The curve of the Earth prevents it.
You'd need satellites to relay that signal
in order to reach each ship.
Well, I found a signal
hidden inside our own satellite system.
[Door Opens]
Excuse me, Mr. President.
They're starting.
They're using our own satellites against us...
and the clock is ticking.
Bringing it in to hover.
Welcome Wagon, Echo One.
Approaching alien ship.
Initiating communications sequence, Echo One.
Welcome Wagon has commenced.
General Grey, coordinate with the Atlantic Command.
Tell them to evacuate as many people
out of the cities as they can.
Yes, sir.
Get those helicopters away from the ship.
Call them back immediately.
What the hell's going on?
We're leaving. Kim, my daughter.
Uh, there's something happening here.
They're responding.
Pilot: Something's opening.
TV: Something is happening.
It looks like there's some kind of activity here.
This may be some type of response, Echo One.
Echo One: We see it, too. Can't identify it.
We are evacuating.
I repeat.
We are evacuating the White House.
Load the rest of the staff
in the second helicopter.
Man: Who should we pick?
Is my wife in the air?
General Grey: She will be shortly.
Nice. Very nice.
OK. Buckle up. Latch secure.
Look, we have our own phone.
Let's move outta here!
The president's ordered an evacuation.
We have to leave now.
TV: And our prayers go out
to the wives and children of those brave pilots.
Indeed, God help us all.
George Putnam: The visitors responded
with terrifying...
Radio: Authorities have called for
a complete evacuation of Los Angeles County.
People are advised
to avoid the highways wherever possible.
Oh, yeah. Great. Now he tells me.
Helicopter: This is
the Los Angeles Police Department.
Please vacate the premises immediately
for your own safety.
Take me!
Can we move it along?
[Honk Honk]
Woman: Dr. Katz's office.
Hello. Let me speak to Dr. Katz, please.
I'm sorry. He's not available.
Listen, for $300 an hour, you can put me through
to his house in the Hamptons!
This is the Los Angeles Police Department.
Please vacate the premises immediately
for your own safety.
Mrs. Whitmore.
You must leave now.
[Shouting]
First lady secured. We're on the move.
Look!
They're opening up!
It's so pretty.
We gotta get the hell outta here!
Go ahead, pilot. We're ready to take off right now.
Can you get a blanket for Patricia?
Here.
Over there?
Time's up.
Get down!
Oh, crap.
[Siren Wailing Incessantly]
[Plane Shaking]
Oh, my God.
Come on, Dylan. We gotta go.
Come on, Boomer.
Boomer!
Radio: Reports are unclear
as to the extent of the devastation,
but, from all accounts, Los Angeles, Washington,
and New York have been left in ruins...
Good God!
I been saying it.
I been saying it for 10 damn years.
Ain't I been saying it, Miguel?
Huh? I been saying it.
Dad, I'm sick. I don't feel good.
Pull it over, man.
[Vomiting]
We're going to be all right, Troy.
Leave me alone, man. I got it.
Miguel.
Look at all that.
We could have evacuated the cities hours ago.
That's the advantage of being a fighter pilot.
In the Gulf War,
we knew what we had to do.
It's just... not simple anymore.
A lot of people died today.
[Sigh]
How many didn't have to?
Any news on my wife yet?
The helicopter never made it to Nellis.
No radio contact.
Come on, Dylan. Stay close.
Here it is.
What happened, Mommy?
I don't know, baby.
You men will be
the first wave in our counterattack.
Our target is to the north
centered above what remains of downtown Los Angeles...
You scared, man?
No.
You?
Nope.
We will fix on our target positions...
Hold me.
Hey, pay attention.
Something you want to add to this briefing,
Captain Hiller?
No, sir. I'm just a little anxious to get up there
and whup E.T.'s ass, that's all.
And you'll get your chance.
You'll all get your chance.
Good hunting.
Dismissed.
Let's kick the tires and light the fires,
big daddy.
Let's bring it home.
Let's bring that bad boy home, Captain.
You loose?
Yes, sir.
You got your victory dance?
Well, I got it right heeere.
Yeah!
Hey, hey. Don't get premature on me, soldier.
We don't light up till the fat lady sings.
I'm all ears, brother.
You the man!
All right, gentlemen, we're on.
General, it's NORAD.
General Grey here.
Al?
All satellite, microwave, and ground communications
with the cities are down.
All systems go.
We believe we're looking at a total loss.
How about our boys? Where are they?
ETA to target, four minutes.
I shouldn't have left her.
Don't worry about it, big man.
I'm sure she got out of here before it happened.
Or, as the good reverend would say,
[Imitating JesseJackson]
" Why we're on this particular mission we'll never know.
But I do know, here today, that the Black Knights
will emerge victorious once again.''
Amen, man.
Amen, Reverend.
Holy God.
Lock and load.
Roger that.
Los Angeles Attack Squadron
has Amraam missiles locked on target.
Washington and New York squadrons reporting lock on.
Fire at will.
Command Center: Knights, we are red and free.
Knight 1, Fox 3.
Knight 3, Fox 3.
Knight 7, Fox 3.
Missiles have been fired.
Are they not getting through?
No, sir. Not one.
Command, Knight 1. Command, Knight 1.
Switching to sidewinders. Moving in.
Knight 3, Love 50. Notch reference 1-2-0.
Knight 7. 1-2-0.
Knight 1. Sweet luck.
Echo, Fox 2.
Knight 7, Fox 2.
Come on. Come on.
They must have some kind of protective shield
over their hull.
Knights! Pull up! Pull up!
Knight 3, pull up!
Controls are showing complete failure of the stats.
Pull up!
Aah!
Blow through! Blow through!
There's so many of them!
Aah!
They got another one, sir.
Oh, no. You did not shoot that green shit at me.
I've got you covered, big daddy.
Damn. They got shields, too.
Let's go, Knights. Move, Knights, move!
Aah!
Jesus.
They got another one, sir. Two more just went down.
They're dropping like flies.
We're losing them.
All right. Get them out of there.
Squadron leaders, retreat to fallback positions.
Abort mission right away. Do you read me?
Do you copy?
We're going to have to make a run for this one here.
Let's get low. Let's get fast.
I got you, big daddy. Let's get them.
Whoo!
Watch the deck.
Squadron Leader, do you read?
This isn't happening fast enough.
Get them out of there!
What's with the monitor? Where's the picture?
We've lost the satellite.
Steven: We got two R-6, Jimmy. Check them.
Roger.
Come on, come on. Move, move, move!
He's on me like white on rice, big daddy.
They ain't got nothing for us.
Let's push it. We've got to go.
I can't shake him. I can't shake him.
Yes, you can. Just the way I showed you.
Check me out. I'm going to try something.
Don't do nothing stupid over there.
You know me.
That's what I'm talking about.
Jimmy, what are you doing? You can't bank at that speed.
Jimmy, he's closing on you!
Put your mask back on! That's an order!
I can't breathe!
Jimmy!
Jimmy! No!
That's affirmative. We have incoming.
Let me have it, son.
You got it.
Friendly?
Sergeant?
I don't think so.
[Alarm Sounds]
Go! Go! Go! Go!
Come on and get me! Come and get me!
Oh, what are you shooting at?
Where you at, baby? Come on! Come on!
Aw, you can't hit nothing!
Aah!
Ha! Ha!
Whoa! Low bridge!
See if you can fly that thing undercover.
Ha ha. Hope you got an air bag.
Whoa!
Aah! Unh!
[Gasping]
Aah! Unh!
Son of a bitch.
Aah!
That's right! That's right!
Get off of me! Get off of me!
That's what you get!
Ha ha! Look at you!
Ship all banged up!
Who's the man?
Huh? Who's the man?
Wait until I get another plane!
I'm lining all your friends up right beside you!
Where you at, huh?
Huh? Where you at?
Welcome to Earth.
Now, that's what I call a close encounter.
Baby, stay right here.
Stay right here with Boomer.
Keys.
Come on. Keys.
Yes!
Come on, baby. Come on.
Yes!
Radio: Reports indicate that this battle
has repeated itself all over the world
with the exact same results.
You're just like your mother, you know that?
She was stubborn, too.
Had to twist her arm
to get her to take her medicine.
You're gonna be all right.
You're gonna be fine.
See, Troy? You're feeling better already.
I couldn't find anything.
Everyone's packing up. They're leaving.
They said there's a spaceship heading this way.
We'd better leave, too, then.
[Knocking]
Penicillin.
At least it'll help keep his fever down.
Oh, thank you.
It's really nice of you to help us.
I wish I could do more, but we're moving out.
I-I'm going with you.
Um...Well, I--I just--
I mean, that--that we're going, too.
Cool.
Tell that punk to shut the door. We're outta here.
Go sniff around somewhere else.
- Bye. - Bye.
Uhh...
It's Air Force One, for crying out loud.
Still he gets sick.
Oh, boy. I don't feel so good.
Look at me, huh? Like a rock.
Could be bad weather, could be good weather.
It doesn't matter.
We could go up. We could go down.
We can go back. We can go forward.
We can go side to side--
What'd I say?
He still gets airsick, huh?
Yeah.
Julius, with all of this, I, uh...
I didn't get a chance to thank you two.
All he could think of was getting to you.
There's still love there, I think.
Love was never our problem.
" All you need is love."
John Lennon.
Smart man.
Shot in the back. Very sad.
We've moved as many of our forces
away from our bases as possible,
but we've already sustained heavy losses.
I spoke with the joint chiefs when they arrived at NORAD.
They agree we must launch a counteroffensive
with a full nuclear strike.
Over American soil?
You're saying, at this point,
we should sacrifice more innocent
American civilians? Is that right?
Sir, if we don't strike soon
there may not be much of an America left to defend.
Sir, they've taken out NORAD.
What?
It's gone, sir.
My God.
The vice president, joint chiefs.
Mr. President,
we must launch.
A delay now would be more costly
than when you waited to evacuate the cities.
No, no. You're not going to launch nuclear weapons.
You're going to kill them and us at the same time.
If we fire nukes,
then everybody else is going to fire them.
You are a guest here.
Ever hear of nuclear winter?
It's the end of life as we know it.
Do you hear what they're talking about?
Don't even think about it.
I don't have to go.
It can't be allowed.
Shut up! Captain, get him out of here!
Hey, don't tell him to shut up!
You'd all be dead now if it wasn't for my David.
None of you did anything to prevent this.
There was nothing we could do.
We were totally unprepared for this.
Aw! Don't give me unprepared.
Come on,Julius.
It was in the 1950s. You had that spaceship.
David: Dad.
Julius: Yeah, that thing that you found in New Mexico.
Dad, no. Not the spaceship.
Roswell. Roswell, New Mexico. Yeah.
You had the spaceship, and you had the bodies.
They were all locked up in a bunker.
Where was that?
David? In Area 51, right?
Area 51.
You knew then, and you did nothing.
Sir, regardless of what
you may have read in the tabloids,
there have never been any spacecraft
recovered by our government.
Take my word for it, there's no Area 51.
There's no recovered spaceship.
Uh, excuse me, Mr. President?
That's not entirely accurate.
What? Which part?
Hold on, everybody! Hold on!
Sorry.
The end hath come!
He spaketh His word, and the end hath come!
Hop on!
We're heading out to El Toro.
You cannot defy what hath come.
It is the end!
[Sobbing]
El Toro?!
Jasmine: Can you give me a hand?
Yeah, sure.
Oh, my God.
[Boomer Barks]
OK, OK. Let's-- Let's get this off.
Here. Let me help you.
She's hurt pretty badly.
You know, this was supposed to be my weekend off.
But no.
You got me out here dragging your heavy ass
through the burning desert,
with your dreadlocks
sticking out the back of my parachute.
You've got to come down here with an attitude,
acting all big and bad.
And what the hell is that smell?!
Aah!
I could've been at a barbecue!
But I ain't mad.
It's all right.
That is all right.
Hey!
You need a lift, soldier?
When I flew overhead,
I saw a base not too far from here.
It ain't on the map.
Trust me. It's there.
Ten-hut!
Mr. President. General.
Welcome to Area 51.
Please follow me.
We're now 2 4 floors beneath the surface,
and here's our main research facility.
Let's see it.
I'm sorry, sir. It's a clean room.
We have to keep it static-free.
If we'll all go to decontamination--
Open the door.
Yes, sir.
My God. Why the hell wasn't I told about this place?
Two words, Mr. President:
plausible deniability.
I don't understand.
Where does all this come from?
How do you get funding for something like this?
You don't actually think
they spend $20,000 on a hammer,
$30,000 on a toilet seat, do you?
Mr. President, this is Dr. Okun.
He's been heading up the research department
on this project for the last 15 years.
How do you do.
Mr. President.
Wow.
This-- What a pleasure.
As you can imagine,
they don't let us out much.
I can understand that.
Well, I guess you'd like to see
the big tamale, huh?
Follow me.
[Assistant Enters Code]
She's a beaut, ain't she?
Dr. Okun: As you can see from the repairs,
we've been trying to put her back together
since the late 1960s.
Don't tell me
you've had this for 40 years,
and you don't know anything about them?
Oh, hell, no. No, no.
We know tons about them.
But the neatest stuff-- the neatest stuff
has only happened in the last few days.
See, we can't duplicate their type of power,
so we've never been able to experiment.
But since these guys started showing up,
all the little gizmos inside turned on.
The last 2 4 hours have been really exciting.
Exciting? People are dying out there.
I don't think " exciting"
is the word I'd choose to describe it.
You guys are hoping to fly this thing, huh?
You said you can repair their technology.
Can you tell us anything useful about them?
Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Well, I mean,
they're not all that dissimilar from us.
Breathes oxygen.
Comparable tolerances to heat, cold.
Probably why they're interested
in our planet.
Hey.
You guys want to see them?
Hmm?
This is-- This is the vault,
or as some of us have come to call it,
" The Freak Show."
Ha ha ha ha ha.
" The--"
When we found them,
they were wearing some sort of biomechanical suits,
but once we got them off,
we learned a great deal about their anatomy.
Eyes, ears, no vocal chords.
We're assuming they communicate with each other
through some other means.
You're obviously not thinking about
hand signals and body language.
It's some kind of
extrasensory perception.
Telepathy.
So...
It's an organic life form.
Can they be killed?
Their bodies are just as frail as ours.
These two died in the crash.
This one, a few weeks later.
You just--
You have to get through their technology,
which is, I'm sorry to say,
far more advanced.
David, you unlocked part of that technology.
You cracked the code.
Oh, no, no.
All I did was stumble onto their signal.
I don't know how helpful I can be.
Why don't you show them what you've discovered so far,
figure out what they haven't thought of yet,
and we'll see
if you're as smart as we all hope you are.
What code?