ACT I

I.E. STREET/ CAFE - AFTERNOON - CLOUDY - PARIS, FRANCE (HOURS AHEAD)

OUTSIDE:

On a compact side street, 15 Rue de Monttessuy, scooter bikes, red double decker buses, and cars pack the street. HONKING. All traffic is halted, officers escort citizens from vehicles. Many citizens and tourists pack the streets in lines, waiting to enter buildings, worried and jumpy.

Six story, brown stoned, buildings line the street, with window balconies. There are side shops on the first level of each building. One shop, called Bar Brasserie, a salon, bar, and cafe shop. Themed in white, gold, and red. Circular tables are outside of the shop, with two chairs between each pair, which are all empty. Beyond the windows of the cafe, the shop is packed with hectic customers.

One of the black ufos emerges from within rainy clouds behind the Eiffel Tower, in the distance.

INSIDE CAFE:

Occupants try calling on dead signal phones. BEEPING. HETIC CHATTER. Officers tend to distressed citizens. In a restroom stall, a mother holds her small daughter and HUMS Twinkle Little Star, off tune, SHAKILY. Rocking her baby to sleep in her arms.

OUTSIDE:

The side shops of the street are jammed, each store window displays large groups. The windows of Bar Brasserie, which faces a Main Street, reflects a view of the craft above the Eiffel Tower's rustic structure. A few inside, step to the window. A customer walks out, holding the door open behind him.

CUSTOMER
(FRENCH ACCENT)
Oh my god...

The ufo's bottom lights up pure white and completely flashes the sky.

ZOOP. ZOOP. ZOOP.

Once the light fades the ufo releases gas; that HISSES out of vents on the side of the craft and causes a WAVE in the sky, at rapid speed. Fogging up the area. The CUSTOMER is quickly engulfed by the gas, and clutch at his throat, SQUIRMING, GAGGING, before THUDDING to the ground. Dead.

The gas travels into the shop, resulting in everyone inside to THUD to the floor and SLUMP in their chairs. CHOKING. SQUIRMING. Dead. The citizens and officers on the street STAMPED down the sidewalk.

Three blocks down, a bicycle group of five STREAK around the corner, hastily BREATHING out frost. PEDDLING.

BICYCLIST #1
(FRENCH ACCENT)
Hurry, we need to get to the church!

The gas SWALLOWS the sky behind them, HISSING FAST upon the streets behind them. The bikes PEDDLE.

BICYCLIST #2
(FRENCH ACCENT)
Oh!!

Some of the cyclists look back and gawk at the sight, while rushing down the streets, passing onto sidewalks, avoiding cars and people who RUN, some sliding between cars. The bikers SWIRL two corners, bikes SQUEAKING. Three from the group SLIP, THUD, and meet the gas,, GRIPPING their throats, and SQUIRMING, GAGGING, before going limp. Dead. The other two bikers

PEDDLING. HEAVING. YELLING.

BICYCLIST #3
NOOO!!!

The bicyclists glance back in alarm at the gas which is close on behind, inches away. The group WRAPS around another corner. On this street cars block it completely. The bicyclists HYPERVENTILATE and use the sidewalks. WHIPPING pass parked cars.

A white truck PULLS up from a crossway, the two bikes SMACK into it, both flying over the hood of the truck, the bikes CRASH to the ground. The bicyclists SLAPS into the side of the truck, their bodies CRACKING BONES, their noses STREAKING down the side, leaving a line of blood as they HIT the ground.

A GAS WAVES over the surroundings. HISSING. The ufo ends the gas release and ZIPS away beyond clouds.

INT. TOKYO, JAPAN - DAWN - HOURS AHEAD

Inside the Sensō-ji, a teenage Japanese girl Stacks a hefty jar with colorful candy on a back shelf of a shop. She is dressed in black pants, and has a brown apron over a light gray hoody sweater. A fire BURNS beside her in a circular fireplace. There's a closed window opposite her.

Early visitors tread a large courtyard outside, in dimmed sunlight. Pass pink clouds, an ufo blinks the sky, blinding outside in complete whiteness.
ZOOP. ZOOP. ZOOP.

The gas reaches massive height outside, blocking out clouds with scary waves. The girl DROPS the jar. CRASH. Candy CLATTERS to the floor. She FLATTENS to the wall and covers her mouth, GASPING in fright.

The light from outside leaves and gas emits from the craft. Tourists outside, flee inside other parts of the temple. The chemical kills hundreds of GAGGING and SQUIRMING people, all at once. Dropping to the ground in unison. Dead. SCREAMS from beyond the wall makes her RUN to a back closet and LOCK the door. In her pocket, she takes out her phone and tries CALLING her mom's number. Desperate. BEEPING. No Service. GAS seeks in through small cracks of the windows.

SPLITTING the glass.

I.E. ABUJA, NIGERA - AFTERNOON - BRIGHT - (HOURS BEHIND)

INSIDE:

Inside The Nigerian National Mosque, Muslims pray in a library. The priest watches the bowed heads of hundreds of worshippers. Then she looks past them to a window. Another ufo ripples behind harsh heat waves.

OUTSIDE:

The craft ZIPS over and HOVERS over the White and golden mosque, a castle shaped structure. Trees line the side of a long narrow road leading to the building, cars are packed as far as the eye can see. People RUN the sidewalks, away from the craft. Others freeze in shock, holding their hands above their foreheads to block out the sun, to see the ufo. Sweat falls down their faces.

INT. CAR - HALTED - BRIGHT - SECONDS LATER

In one of the cars on the blocked street, a woman searches STATIC filled radio channels.

CITIZEN - WOMAN
(NIGERIAN ACCENT)
What is happening?!

In the back, three children sleep. On the AM radio frequency, a signal HITS.

REPORTER
(NIGERIAN ACCENT)
To all who are alive, stay in your cars, stay in your houses.
Contact with The United States has failed, this is an invasion. There are
ufos attacking our planet, releasing a dangerous gas.

The ufo flashes the sky, ZOOP ZOOP ZOOP, and then lets out fumes.

RADIO - REPORTER (CONT'D)
Right now, everyone who are in cars, close your vents so it
doesn't get inside with you. If at home, close the windows!

The woman HASTILY CLOSES the vents of the car.

EXT. COPACABANA BEACH, BRAZIL - AFTERNOON - (HOURS BEHIND)

On the coast of the city of Rio De Janeiro, ten massive lines of people reach to the Copacabana Beach, where three cruise ships are anchored. Millions of VOICES tangle in a frenzy. People carry small suitcases and bags. A lot of them STROLL around trying to find cell signals. BEEPING. No signal is available on any of the phones. Flip flops SLAP on the sand. Officers move passengers onboard ships quickly.

Three teenagers huddle together closely in a line, holding hands.

TEENAGER ONE
(PORTUGUESE ACCENT)
We'll be okay.

TEENAGER TWO
(PORTUGUESE ACCENT)
You don't know that!

TEENAGER THREE
(PORTUGUESE ACCENT)
Relax, you two!

The line SHUFFLES up, the three check their phones. No signal.

TEENAGER TWO
(crying)
I can't call anyone, my grandma is still at the park!

They all go SILENT. Gloomy.

The line SHUFFLES up more, people continue to BOARD the ships. Two people a line next to them, begin to FIGHT. Two guys, hand out body and face PUNCHES to one another. People back away from them. YELLING. The men TACKLE each other onto the sand. ROLLING. GRUNTING.

TEENAGER THREE
Come on move up away from these assholes!

The Teenagers move up.

A dark disc ZIPS above the cruise ships, casting a circle shadow. Everyone looks up. The ufo TRAVELS to HOVER over the WATER, creating a WAKE VORTEX. It blinks whiteness.

ZOOP. ZOOP. ZOOP.

The gas mimics a thousand foot TIDAL WAVE that WIPES over the sea, ROLLING towards the shore. The occupants of the beach freeze, viewing the TRAVELING WAVE. The two men stop fighting on the sand. One. Two. Three.

Everyone STAMPEDES onto the ships, SHOVING officers at each entrance down into WATER. The officers YELP as they SPLASH into the water. The GAS shoots, FOGGING up the beach. The teenagers make it onto a ship, one officer hops on with them.

OFFICER
(PORTUGUESE ACCENT)
CLOSE THE DAMN GATE!

The cruise ships SHUT out millions of people from boarding. Like ants, the bodies of the people outside SCRAMBLE to the streets. The ships all LIFT anchors and prepare to sail off, many of those locked out latch onto the chains of anchors, GAGGING. JERKING violently, as the GAS makes contact. The ones outside all DROP dead. In sync.

The craft BLIPS away from the beach of endless corpses. The gas SIZZLES at the cruise ships metal design.

I.E. SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA - MORNING - (HOURS AFTER)

OUTSIDE:

The Sydney's Opera House, a fancy dome shaped structure. Doors are locked, denying citizens from outside. An angry mob KICKS at the doors, YELLING. All exterior entrances are locked.

THUNDER CRACKS. RAIN BEADS the ground.

INSIDE:

The theater is halfway full, people SOB on the floor and others PACE back and forth. On the stage, opera singers and staff members huddle together. Intensely.

STAFF MEMBER ONE
(AUSTRALIAN ACCENT)
Where is the director?

OPERA SINGER ONE
(AUSTRALIAN ACCENT)
I believe he left.

OPERA SINGER TWO
(AUSTRALIAN ACCENT)
I hope he made it somewhere safe.

STAFF MEMBER TWO
(AUSTRALIAN ACCENT)
The president hasn't told us anything in
a long while. I wonder if we can leave.

OPERA SINGER ONE
I just heard on the radio was that deadly fumes were being
released by the ufos. I just ordered security lock all the doors.

STAFF MEMBER TWO
Who gave you that power? You don't dictate who can leave or enter!

OPERA SINGER ONE
(attitude)
Be my guest then, open the damn doors and die
if you want, a thank you would be nice.

A security guard SHUTS the door to the theater.

SECURITY GUARD
(AUSTRALIAN ACCENT)
Alright, all of the doors are locked, I sealed most of
the cracks with duct tape, to ease my superstition, hopefully that'll hold.

OPERA SINGER ONE
(superstitiously)
Hmmm...let's do the same with the doors in here shall we?

The security guard nods and exits the room.

OPERA SINGER TWO
What if it doesn't hold, I mean if this gas is
lethal how can tape save us from it?

STAFF MEMBER TWO
Right...
(loudly)
Everyone please listen, there's a chemical in the air and in order to be
best safe from it, we need to hop on down to the lower level, alright?

The room occupants GATHER towards the exit and out to a hallway. SCRAMBLING. OPERA SINGER ONE folds her arms sourly.

OPERA SINGER ONE
(indifferent)
I think it can hold it off.

STAFF MEMBER TWO
Okay, if you want to stay here be my
guest, if not, a thank you would be nice.

STAFF MEMBER TWO leaves the theater, following the crowd.

INT. HALLWAY - DIM - SECONDS LATER

In a wide and pretty hallway, The security guard GRABS duct tape from a hall supply room and WALKS back to the theater. The staff members, singers, and occupants pass him by. He eyes them curiously as he WALKS on.

HISSING. Under one of the duct taped exits, GAS leaks in. DECAYING the tape.

END OF ACT ONE