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A NEW YESTERDAY

LOGLINE: A scientist travels back in time and finds aliens have started World War III.

SYNOPSIS:
2074-An alien invasion is successfully defeated. It is discovered that a number of aliens have transferred their conscious back in time. Only one person, a 105 year old scientist is old enough to have a body 87 years in the past.
1987- A young seventeen year old wakes in his home in Seattle to an air raid. He finds out that this is not the 1987 he remembers from his past. The country is at war with a Soviet army poised north of the city. His parents are dead and he’s scheduled to be drafted into the army. Now he must navigate this new world where he’s the only one who knows the truth. Pursed by the aliens who have infiltrated the military and government, he doesn’t know who to trust. He finds two people from his past, his best friend in high school and a KGB major that is destined to be his future mother-in-law. Together they end up at the aliens secret base for a climatic conclusion.

This is copyrighted 2014 by me. Can not be used without my express permission.
I am including the first two and last two pages.
FIRST TWO:

INT. BEDROOM IN SUBURBAN SEATTLE (POV OF DAVID)
The scene starts with a view of the ceiling. There is an air raid siren in the distance. David jumps out of bed and looks around the room. It is a typical room for a teenage boy. David notices himself in the mirror and studies his reflection. Explosions are heard in the distance which startles David from his silent contemplation. He runs down the stairs and out the front door. He is now on the front porch in a typical suburban neighborhood. Missiles are streaking overhead toward the city. A TU-95 bomber in flames comes crashing down into a house across the street. The camera goes in for a close-up of the burning bomber. It stops on the red star insignia on the fuselage before fading to the credits.
Credits
A montage of stock footage from the eighties will play. Music should be something with an 80’s beat. My pick is REM “The end of the World as we know it”. The footage should be of wars, riots, disasters, and other militaristic scenes from the era.
INT. LIVING ROOM IN HOUSE
The TV news is on. The reports tell the current state of the world.
ANCHORMAN
Soviet forces have already taken Antwerp. The French government has declared Paris an open city as the government relocates to Marseille. The remnants of NATO forces have retreated to defensive lines at the Pyrenees Mountains. Pentagon spokesmen believe that Soviet forces will consolidate their gains since forces have had to be withdrawn to the Chinese front. US forces in Florida have halted the Cubans at Palm Beach. It is unclear when a counter offensive will be launched but for the foreseeable future southeastern Florida is not under the control of the US government. A hotline has been established for family members inside the occupied zone.
DAVID (V.O.)
So they succeeded. What the hell am I going to do?
ANCHORMAN
After the break. Soviet forces make gains in British Columbia. Is Seattle next?
The program cuts to a commercial.
ANNOUNCER
Bombs away cereal. The breakfast of patriots.
A kid comes running into a house.
KID
Hey mom that Communist kid down the street..
David seems to stare off into the distance.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. WAREHOUSE IN THE FUTURE
The empty warehouse is filled with rows of empty cabinets. Men and women some in uniforms and others in civilian clothes examine the cabinets. Old David comes forward.
GENERAL
I wish there was a better way.
OLD DAVID
So do I.
GENERAL
We’ll try to find help but the estimates are we’ll cease to exist within a day.
OLD DAVID
What of it? One more kid’s not going to make a difference.
CUT TO:
INT. LIVING ROOM IN HOUSE
A doorbell jars David back to the present. He opens the door and finds his best friend from high school Jason Fields.

THE FINAL TWO PAGES

He turns and walks toward the door.
EXT. OUTSIDE DINER
David walks out and stands on the sidewalk. The streets of the small town are jammed full of cars. The town is full of refugees fleeing Seattle. There is screech of tires on asphalt and the sound of two cars colliding. The drivers of the cars involved in the accident get out and start arguing.
BENTON
Looks like a real mess.
DAVID
The traffic will get sorted out eventually.
BENTON
I was talking about the world in general.
DAVID
Yeah, that might take awhile.
There is silence as both stare at the traffic accident.
DAVID (CONT’D)
The whole world is messed up and I don’t have the slightest idea on how to fix it.
BENTON
You seem to be doing good so far.
DAVID
Really look at this. How am I supposed to get the world back to normal.
BENTON
I don’t know what your normal world is like but I know this one and I think we’re coming along just fine.
DAVID
This isn’t how its supposed to be.
BENTON
Look the aliens changed the past but the future is still unwritten. We can still write that future.
DAVID
I just don’t know what to do. I can’t do it alone.
BENTON
Your not alone. You have me and your two friends inside. The survivors of the attack. Others will join us.
Benton puts his hand on David’s shoulder.
BENTON (CONT’D)
We need you. Your the only one who knows how they can be defeated.
DAVID
Maybe your right.
BENTON
Good. Now lets go back and discuss our plans. Besides I don’t think we should leave those two alone. Your friend has been getting on the nerves of the Russian cupcake. She looks like she might actually kill him.
DAVID
Yeah she would to. Come on lets go.
Benton turns and enters the diner. David follows and pauses. He turns back and looks at the chaos. He shakes his head then enters the diner.
FADE TO BLACK.
ROLL CREDITS.

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