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It's dark. The hole Ianto had entered is now blocked. he pushes but it won't budge. Exhausted, he ignites his lighter to get a better look around.
As it lights he can see that they are inside a maintenance garage.
Ianto rushes over to a phone but the line is dead. Taking Dylan by the hand he moves to the large garage doors but he can't open them.
He turns around and sees a large maintenance truck, a huge land-mover shovel attached to the front. He smiles.
With a roar the large doors smash aside as the maintenance truck crashes through. Once out, Ianto hits the brakes.
Total devastation. Remnants of cars and buildings smouldering. Three scattered survivors crawl from the wreckage. A nightmare of destruction. The space craft above, slowly leaving.
Taddy, what happened?"
"I don't know, baby."
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REFUGEE TRAILER CAMP
Dozens of trailers are packing up their gear, some already on the road. Tommy talks with one of the drivers, then hurries away, running.
Andy wipes down Eugene's forehead, he's burning up. Mary brings over a cold compress.
"You know, you're just like your mother. She was stubborn too. I had to twist her arm to get her to take her medicine."
"I'm sorry, Dad." Eugene whispers, terrified "I'm not goin to die like mom, am I?"
"You're going to be fine." Mary sighs.
Tommy comes rushing in, pulls Andy aside. "I couldn't find anything.
Everyone is packing up, they're leaving. Word is a space ship is heading this way."
"We should leave too."
"There's a group heading south, they said there's a hospital just a couple hours away. I think we should follow them. Tommy explains and Andy nods in agreement. A knock on the door. Mary turns to find a handsome young boy, Philip in the doorway holding a bottle of pills.
"Penicillin. At least it will help keep his fever down."
"It's really nice of you to help us." Mary smiles.
"I wish I could do more but we're moving out.
Mart gushes eagerly "We're going with you. I mean, we're going too."
"Cool."
Mary nods, smitten. Philip smiles charmingly and leaves.
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AIR FORCE ONE
Back in the passenger section, the President sits with General Claymore and Chief of Staff Frobisher.
The Technician from the command module is briefing them. "They must be targeting our satellites. We've lost all satellite communication, tracking and mapping."
"Can NORAD relay intelligence to our on board computers?" Claymore asks.
The Technician nods and exits. Defeated, the President slumps sullenly.
"We've moved as many of our forces away from the bases as possible but we've already sustained heavy losses." Claymore tried to explain.
The President nods his approval absently. Coming out of the bathroom, Owen overhears.
"I spoke with the Joint Chief when they arrived at NORAD." Frobisher says "They agree, we must launch a counter offensive with a full nuclear strike. Hit 'em with everything we've got."
"Above American soil?" the President asks.
"If we don't strike soon, there may not be much of an America left to defend." Frobisher snarls at him.
The Technician returns, his face is white with fear.
"What's the latest from NORAD?" Claymore asks.
"It's gone, sir. They've taken out NORAD."
"That's impossible..." Frobisher splutters.
"My God, the Vice President and the Joint Chiefs..." Claymore is in shock.
"Mr. President, we must launch. A delay now would be more costly than when you waited to evacuate the cities!" Frobisher bites. That stings the President. He considers the option.
Owen is shocked. "You can't be seriously considering firing nuclear weapons?"
Toshiko grabs for his arm "Owen, don't..."
Owen pushes past her. "If you fire nukes, so will the rest of the world. Do you know what that kind of fall out will do? How many innocent people..."
The General gets up running interference. Toshiko tries to pull Owen back.
"Sir, I remind you that you are just a guest here..."
"Owen, please..."
"This is insanity!" Owen yanks his arm away from her "You'll kill us and them at the same time. There'll be nothing left!"
"Sit down and shut up!" Frobisher barks.
Suddenly Jerry is on his feet, interrupting. "Don't tell him to shut up! You'd all be dead, were it not for my Owen. You didn't do anything to prevent this!"
As everyone is about to besiege Jerry, the President tries to calm him down. "Sir, there wasn't much more we could have done. We were totally unprepared for this."
"Don't give me unprepared!" Jerry continues to rant "Since nineteen fifty whatever you guys have had that space ship, the thing you found in New Mexico."
"Dad, please..."
"What was it, Roswell? You had the space ship, the bodies, everything locked up in a bunker, the what is it, Area fifty one. That's it! Area fifty one. You knew and you didn't do nothing!"
For the first time in a long time, President Smith smiles. "Regardless of what the tabloids have said, there were never any space craft recovered by the government. Take my word for it, there is no Area 51 and no recovered space ship."
Chief of Staff Frobisher suddenly clears his throat. "Uh, excuse me, Mr. President, but that's not entirely accurate."
The President and General Claymore turn to Frobisher, shocked.
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Burnt out car wreaks are laying across the roadway. Suddenly SMASH, Ianto's maintenance truck BLASTS through.
With the massive devastation in the background, Ianto drives the maintenance truck down the highway. In the back, the few survivors he's found.
In the back, four injured survivors lay across the flatbed as a thin, older man, Teddy tends to them.
Ianto spots a tall man, his clothes in tatters running down the highway, his arms in the air. "The end has come! He speaketh his word and the end hast come!"
Ianto pulls up alongside him. "Hop on. We're heading out to El Toro."
"You cannot defy what has come, it is the end!" The tall man moves off, screaming to the heavens. As Ianto watches him drift away he sees an overtired helicopter still smouldering from the crash. A woman can be seen inside, still alive. Ianto jumps out.
"Give me a hand."
Teddy joins Ianto as they pry open the door. Inside, the pilots have been killed, but Mrs. Smith, THE FIRST LADY, lays there in great pain, blood across her blouse.
"Let's get her out of here." Ianto says and they ease her from the wreckage, laying her on the ground. Dylan comes over, standing next to his Taddy.
"She's bleeding pretty bad." Teddy notes and Ianto sighs softly as he agrees.
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DRY LAKE - DESERT
Dragging a heavy bundle wrapped in his parachute, Jack marches across the desert floor. The alien ARM/TENTACLE dangles out of the parachute.
Exhausted, Jack stops to wipe his brow. He hears something, turns around.
Several hundred of the trailers from the refugee camp are headed en mass towards him. Smiling, Jack signals them.
The trailers pull up on either side, surrounding him. Tommy leans out of his trailer. "Need a lift?"
"When I flew overhead, I saw some kind of base, not far." Jack points.
Confused, Tommy checks his map. "It's not on the map."
"Trust me, it's there."
