EXT. TIMES SQUARE, NEW YORK - DUST - (HOURS AHEAD)

The strip of Times Square, New York is jet black, hundreds of flashlights shine, millions of people in coats, rush the sidewalks and streets. Millions of cars blocked in traffic. Hundreds of vehicles. Eighteen inches of snow spread the ground; shoes CRUNCH. SIRENS, police wave people into city buses and military vehicles. Airplanes and jets TRAVLE the sky. CHATTERING. CRIES.

POLICE OFFICER - MAN
(NEW YORKER ACCENT)
OFF THE STREETS, COME ON!

VOICE THROUGH WALKIE TALKIE:

POLICE CHIEF
(NEW YORKER ACCENT)
Come in anyone.

POLICE OFFICER - MAN
Yeah, Chief

POLICE CHIEF
(urgent)
Get out of there...tell the others to as well.

Citizens BOARDING a yellow slashed bus nearby, pause and listen in. An old woman frowns profoundly.

POLICE CHIEF (CONT'D)
D.C. is gone, communication with The White House has failed.

A quick understanding fills the eyes of the boarding citizens.

At that the people, quickly STAMPEDE onto vehicles, KNOCKING over kids and teenagers. The groups become ruthless, vicious, as they grab people out of their way and TOSS them off the bus steps to the ground. The old woman is THROWN off as well.

ADULT
(NEW YORKER ACCENT)
THE PRESIDENT IS DEAD!!!

ADULT TWO
(NEW YORKER ACCENT)
DRIVE!

People PUSH the doors of the bus close. The old woman lies on the ground, GROANING, her arm bleeding and scraped. Outside, adults are seen BEATING a bus driver, carrying them to the back exit to CHUG them off. SMACK, the driver hits the ground. HARD.

The strip pauses in all movement, as the bus STREAKS off fast. People in the path of it jump out of harms way, some don't make it and get SMUSHED by TIRES. CRACKING BONES. The bus PLOWS through hundreds of people on its way down the a sidewalk. The police officer DROPS the CB radio. His fellow employees back away from the other buses as people also STAMPEDE onto them. Crazed. Wild. The busy strip goes brutal, people FIST FIGHT and RIOT as multiple safe vehicles SPEED OFF.

POLICE OFFICER - MAN
OH FUCK!

He gestures to policemen in the distance, who HUSTLE over his way.

POLICE OFFICER - MAN (CONT'D)
Chief said Washington D.C. is out.

POLICE OFFICER
(doubtful)
That can't be true!

An ufo SWOOPS from the sky, just a dozen feet above the heads of all the strip's occupants. Everyone freezes, some flash their lights up on craft from below, shaking beams of brightness on its marble like, bottom. The ufo flashes the strip bright white. ZOOP. ZOOP. ZOOP.

The people stare, starstruck, whiteness cover their pupils in slow motion like fashion. All of their mouths drop; frosty air leave their lips. The black disc TRAVELS the strip, dropping GAS over the heads of everyone as it does. Those ahead of the FUMES, RUN the strip and side streets, those behind GAG, SQUIRM, and POUND to the ground, FALLING DOWN rapidly, in synchronized rows like ants.

The vehicles that fled, SKID around corners in the distance. SCREECHING.

INT. BUS - MOVING - LIGHT - MOMENTS LATER

Inside a rogue bus, a few passengers in the back seats PROTEST.

CITIZEN ONE
(NEW YORKER ACCENT)
WE GOTTA HELP THEM!

The citizen directs this towards the driver, who WRAPS another corner. TIRES SCREECHING. THROWING passengers side to side.

DRIVER - MAN
(NEW YORKER ACCENT)
It's too late.

CITIZEN ONE
Come on people, we can't just leave without helping.

CITIZEN TWO
(NEW YORKER ACCENT)
We can't go out, that stuff is deadly.

CITIZEN ONE
You all are fucking heartless!!!

DRIVER - MAN
Okay, go on.

The DRIVER brings the bus to a JOLTING STOP. The passengers HOLD onto poles and try to not fall over. STUMBLING a bit. The other rogue vehicles SPEED PASS. ZIPPING in a blur.

DRIVER - MAN
Go ahead.

CITIZEN TWO
No, what are you doing keep driving those
people are dead, we can't help them!

DRIVER - MAN
(sarcastically)
We have a saint aboard with us.
(curious)
Does anyone else think I'm heartless? I just saved y'all
asses from that shit! How about a fucking thank you?!

CITIZEN ONE
What if some of them are still alive? Those people have families like us, they deserve better than to have a street as their final resting place. They deserve to be sent to the lord.

CITIZEN ONE looks around pleadingly. No one agrees. There is a cross around the neck of this citizen.

CITIZEN ONE
They need prayers.

DRIVER - MAN
So do we.

Citizen One hurries to the door but is TACKLED to the floor by the rest of the adults. The driver SHIFTS the bus FORWARD and continues to SPEED down the street. Some passengers glance away from the scene of the citizen being restrained. Tight lipped. Ignoring it.

DRIVER- MAN (CONT 'D)
No one agreed with you because they don't want to die.

The man INCREASES the SPEED of the bus.

CITIZEN ONE
God will judge all of you when this is over. You still have time
to redeem yourselves. Take it, or be sinners twice over.

EXT. MANSION - WASHINGTON STATE - DUSK - SECONDS LATER

Carter's Washington Estate is vacant, the front double doors are on the floor, the flowers, table and portrait are still on the floor. The streets of the city are vacant of people. Full of cars with their doors wide open, empty. The metal on the cars DETERIORATE. SIZZLING.

A traffic light CLICKS to yellow.

I/E. FORT LEWIS - DUSK - SECONDS AFTER

OUTSIDE:

A military base, Fort Lewis. An American FLAG RIPPLES the air. The perimeter is vacant. A circled shadow from above RACES BY. FLASHING. ZOOP. ZOOP. ZOOP. GAS SHOWERS DOWN. Glistening in the air, like diamonds, as it falls.

INSIDE:

Large, industrial hallways. Shelter rooms. People lie in bunk beds. The area is extremely QUIET. Children stare at the walls, zoned out. Military personnel PATROL hallways silently, other personnel sit in a lunchroom at a round table. Some chairs are PUSHED over from another table by a few militants join a suited up lieutenant at the table. Beers bottles are passed around one by one.

LIEUTENANT
So...communication was lost with D.C. But the president is safe, so is the vice,
she'll be radioing back in five minutes. Billions of people all around the world are dead, this substance is lethal as hell and kills within seconds. The U.S. Army Major is planning a response as we speak.

MILITARY PERSONNEL ONE
(emotionally)
Good, we need to avenge the dead!

MILITARY PERSONNEL ONE
Here, here!

LIEUTENANT
Yes, we do...

The LIEUTENANT raises his beer bottle, his subordinates do the same.

LIEUTENANT (CONT'D)
(upset)
They all went in vain...god damn it!

The lieutenant FIST POUND the table.

I.E. SUBMARINE - NORTH ATLANTIC OCEAN - UNDERWATER - PAST MIDNIGHT (HOURS AHEAD)

OUTSIDE:

A submarine SAILS the bottom of the South Pacific Sea, it is massive and oval shaped, windows cover the sides. The ship TRAVELS up to the surface, passing sea life. RIPPING and SPLASHING WATER. The top of the sub is seen. A circle compartment opens and yellow flares SHOOT onto a dark and starry sky. BURNING. WHEEZING. POPPING.

INSIDE:

The Vice President PACES, military soldiers, marines, staff members, navy personnel and family members surround her. A few bodyguards line the back exit of a control room. Julia has a CB radio in her hand. She PRESSES down on a side button.

VICE PRESIDENT - JULIA
(into radio)
Mr. President come in.

She releases the button. STATIC comes from the radio.

VICE PRESIDENT - JULIA
(presses CB button)
Mr. President come in.

STATIC. BEEPING. Julia raises the CB above her head. The INTERFERENCE of the radio ends. CHOPPY. MUFFLING.

PRESIDENT - THOMAS
(relived)
Thank God, you're still alive!

VICE PRESIDENT - JULIA
I have a duty, sir.

PRESIDENT - THOMAS
Yes you do...
(sighs)
I just hope you can handle what I'm about to tell you.

VICE PRESIDENT - JULIA
Yes, I know...Congress is gone.

A brief SILENCE.

PRESIDENT - THOMAS (CONT'D)
(sadly)
The best strategy I have right now is Protocol Red Flag.
Myself and my party are heading there now. Where are you?

VICE PRESIDENT - JULIA
Protocol Web. A few of our allies have joined me as well.
The UK, Russia, China, and Nigeria are in formation. Sir.
(huffs)
The only way to get a step up is to deploy
missiles. The mothership is in targeting range.

PRESIDENT - THOMAS
(stubbornly)
NO.

VICE PRESIDENT - JULIA
I don't agree with it either, but this is our best action.

PRESIDENT - THOMAS
We have to test EMP based weapons to determine if it can be phased. If so then we can win this,
if not then we'll have to study the mothership's tech and reverse engineer weapons.

VICE PRESIDENT - JULIA
(firmly)
Sorry, sir, so far this is ideal and you're out voted.

I/E. HELICOPTER - MOVING - UNDERGROUND CAVE - DIM (HOURS BEHIND)

OUTSIDE:

The monster helicopter CHOPS ahead, shining light onto a carved cave before it. TRAVELING. Sitting in the center of the cave is a titanium steel version of The White House. It gleams in darkness.

INSIDE:

The president PLACES down the CB and goes to an empty cockpit.

PRESIDENT
Activate the satellite.

COMPUTER
Activating new base satellite.

The passengers SLEEP behind him, all except the US Major, whosits in a pilot seat. Eyeing the metal estate. Vengefully.

OUTSIDE:

The helicopter CHOPS, circling around the titanium house. Then slowly LANDS on a pad on the roof of it. Beside the landing pad, a boxed compartment MECHANICALLY WHIRLS UP into a tall, pole like object. Stretching about eighty feet. A gigantic, thirty foot satellite EXPANDS from the top of the pole. Hundreds of small black beads cover the disc area, lighting up brightly and SHOOTING UPWARDS. BEAMING. CUTTING numerous HOLES through the ceiling of the cave.

EXT. EL PASO, TEXAS - LATE MORNING - BRIGHT - SECONDS LATER

The light rays SHOOT through a desert, BREAKING THROUGH dirt and rocks, and shines into the sky, past a clear sky. From afar, the sight is similar to light pillars.

END OF ACT II