JAMES (CONT’D)

Don't forget to tell the papers that we’re on the lookout for those flying saucers Kenneth’s been bragging about.

 

Tom looks at James 

 

TOM

(raising an eyebrow)

You really believe those stories, captain?

 

JAMES

(grinning faintly)

Kenneth’s seen things. I’ve learned to keep an open mind.

 

The engine revs, propellers whir, and the plane begins to roll forward, gaining speed.

 

EXT. BOISE SKY – LATE EVENING

The DC-3 gracefully lifts off into the clear blue sky, ascending into the morning sun.

 

INT. ALIEN CRAFT – LATER

Inside a sleek, dimly lit metallic cockpit, NANHILDA, BERITER, and IROR sit at the controls. Their features are subtly human but with shimmering, paler skin, extra thumbs, and large, expressive eyes—an uncanny blend of familiarity and the otherworldly elegance. 

 

Nanhilda notices a small blinking dot appears on their screen. 

NANHILDA

(voice measured)

There’s something approaching. Looks like it’s heading straight towards us.

 

IROR

(cautious)

Hope it isn't a weapon of some sort.

 

Beriter zooms on the blinking dot. Slowly, the footage of DC-3 starts to appear. The plane’s front light flickers rhythmically, a pattern that almost seems like a message.

 

 

BERITER

(uninterested)

Looks like a landing signal. It’s a small commercial vessel. It shouldn’t see us unless…

 

Beriter stops mid-sentence after noticing that the plane is flashing at them.

 

IROR

(worried)

It saw us, and it’s warning us.

 

NANHILDA

(ignoring Iror, excitedly)

Let’s go and have a quick look before it lands.

 

 

BERITER AND IROR

(loudly, together)

NO...

 

NANHILDA

(smiling)

I know, but a quick look won’t harm. A quick flyby. They won’t notice us. I promise.

 

Nanhilda presses a few buttons, and the craft increases its speed. Both Beriter and Iror fall into their seats.

 

INT. DC-3 COCKPIT – MOMENTS LATER

James and Tom notice a peculiar bright light ahead—splitting into three, then merging and disappearing.

 

FLIGHT ATTENDANT MARY, early 30s, approaches the cockpit with a cup of drink for Captain James.

 

 

MARY

(smirking)

Luke warm coffee for the captain, just like his heart.

 

 James is preoccupied and is focused at the corner where he saw the lights

JAMES

(ignoring)

Did you see that?

 

The light glows back, this time it is so big that it briefly illuminates the sky in front of them, like a lightning. The plane’s instruments flicker erratically.

 

TOM

(half-joking)

Captain, I think we just found Kenneth’s flying saucer.

 

Captain James smiles as he flickers the landing lights for a few times.

Moments after, the object swiftly approaches, enveloping the plane in blinding brightness.

 

EXT. AEROPLANE - DAY

The plane’s landing lights flash repeatedly. The alien craft zooms toward the plane at lightning speed, then vanishes overhead with a thunderous whoosh.

 

INT. AEROPLANE -MOMENTS LATER

The turbulence shakes the plane violently; Mary screams, clutching her seat.

 

James yanks the yoke, stabilizing the aircraft. Both pilots struggle momentarily. Once the plane is under control, James grabs the radio.

 

JAMES

(with a mixture of excitement and urgency)

To anyone who can hear this, We’ve been buzzed by a large, luminous, fast-moving object. Unknown craft—possibly more than one... with lights and…..

 

CUT TO:

INT. ALIEN MOTHERSHIP - NIGHT

NANHILDA, IROR and BERITER are analysing the footage of the plane and the humans. KAKIO, the mission commander, an elder with a calm demeanour, is observing curiously.

 

Nanhilda presses a button, bringing up the recorded feed of the panicked pilots and the trembling plane.

 

NANHILDA

(softly)

They saw us. Or at least, they noticed something.

 

IROR

(slightly annoyed)

Of course, they did, they were flashing lights at us.

 

KAKIO

(measured voice)

They seem harmless. We could take our small scout ship and try to land tonight. Introduce ourselves, gather some samples…

 

NANHILDA

(grinning)

First contact. I’ve dreamed of this.

 

IVOR

(uneasy)

What if they’re hostile? Or scared?

 

KAKIO

(steady)

We’re not here to conquer; we’re here to learn. Trust your instincts.

  

 

INT. MOTHERSHIP – LATER

Iror is clashing with the commander.

 

IROR

(voice raised)

We have no weapons, no plan! What if they shoot first? Or kidnap us? Landing was never part of the plan.

 

KAKIO

(voice calm but firm)

Sometimes, we must push our boundaries. This is our chance to make history.

 

IROR

(frustrated) 

Commander, I'm not saying we quit. I'm saying we follow protocol: observe until we confirm it's safe, then get mission control's approval to land

 

KAKIO

(softly)

It could take months, if not years, to get approval for landing. Besides, they don’t look aggressive to me.

  

IROR

(angry)

I won’t be part of a reckless gamble. And I won’t risk my crew or my wife.

 

He storms out, slamming the door.

 

INT. ALIEN CRAFT – NIGHT

Nanhilda and Beriter are in control of a craft, which is distinct from the one we previously observed. The gentle hum of the vessel is calming, punctuated by occasional gentle beeps.

NANHILDA

(cheerful)

Beri, what do you think? Do you think they’ll speak our language?

 

BERITER

(smiling)

Let’s hope they’re friendly. But I’m not betting on their patience.

 

NANHILDA

(thoughtful)

Iror is going to miss all the fun.

 

A soft alarm begins to sound. Nanhilda quickly glances at the radar

 

NANHILDA

(Calm but cautious)

It looks like we’re being followed.

 

They see two tiny dots on radar, closing fast.

 

BERITER

(calmly)

Are you sure? It could be another commercial vessel.

 

 

NANHILDA

(voice rising)

They don’t fly in pairs. Not at this altitude.

 

BERITER

(urgent)

Let’s change the course.

 

He presses a few buttons, steering the craft sharply downward.

 

EXT. EARTH’S ATMOSPHERE - NIGHT 

The craft dives towards the desert, chased by two Grumman F9F Panthers. The craft then sharply manoeuvres sideways; the jets miss the turn and continue.

 

INT. ALIEN CRAFT – MOMENTS LATER

The alarms scream. The craft trembles uncontrollably, Nanhilda is flung out of her seat and Beriter is struggling to gain control.

 

BERITER

(terrified)

Systems failing! Brace for impact.

 

EXT. NEW MEXICO DESERT - NIGHT

An oval-shaped craft spirals downward, crashing into the earth with force. Its front half gouges into the land as debris flies and strikes the “Welcome to Roswell” signpost. The collision produces a thunderous explosion that rumbles through the ground, flames flicker across the wreckage scattered around. Fire and smoke billow, illuminating the dark desert.

 

EXT. CRASH SITE – LATER

Military vehicles surround the wreckage. Sirens echo. Men in uniform cordon off the area. Firefighters start putting the fire out diligently. 

 

 

INT. ALIEN CRAFT

Nanhilda, bruised and bleeding, stirs. Beriter is lying beside her.

 

NANHILDA

(whispering, in pain)

Beri, wake up. We have to run.

 

Suddenly, loud banging on the door. She ducks into a storage compartment.

 

Moments later, soldiers burst in, weapons drawn.

 

SOLDIER 1

(aiming the weapon at Beriter)

Stay where you are, we are not going to hurt you.

 

Terrified Beriter squats and buriesA terrified Beriter huddled down, covering his face. his face with his hands.  

 

SOLDIER 2

(radioing)

We’ve found something alive. A... object. It’s injured but breathing.

 

 

INT. DC-3 COCKPIT — NIGHT

The plane prepares for landing at Pendleton Airport. James and Tom exchange a look.

 

JAMES

(quietly)

Do you think they’ll believe us?

 

TOM

(softly)

Maybe not. But we’ll never forget what we saw.

 

EXT.PENDLETON AIRPORT, OREGON – MOMENTS LATER 

A Douglas DC-3 lands with a thunderous roar and taxis gradually toward the terminal.

 

TOM (V.O.)

They’ll probably dismiss it as another Kenneth story.

 

JAMES (V.O.)

Or they’ll finally believe. We saw what was out there—and it’s still out there.

 

 

EXT. CRASH SITE - DAWN

The area is heavily secured. Helicopters hover. The scene remains shrouded in secrecy. In a distance, a dark object is moving cautiously.

 

FADE OUT.