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INT. HOUSE - NIGHT
We see AMY ADAMS, writing in a notebook, when suddenly an alarm sounds. She glances up, her mouth a perfect O, to the camera.
AMY
Oh me, oh my! An alarm, there is, and there goes my free time!
AMY packs up her things, and hurries outside. There is a fierce gust of wind, and UFOs fly over the sky and crash in the backyard.
AMY shields her face.
AMY
Oh!
JEREMY RENNER appears in military garb at her front door and nods.
JEREMY
Ma'am. You can speak to these aliens.
AMY gasps.
AMY
Aliens? Me? But I am just a simple farm girl.
AMY hurries running beside JEREMY.
AMY
I should be more panicked, also I thought they would do the nuclear codes.
JEREMY
For aliens?
AMY
Yes! We are under attack!
JEREMY
Ah!
AMY
Ah!
AMY trips and glances up, dirt splattered. An alien holds out its hand like ET.
AMY slowly takes its hand and the alien helps her up.
ALIEN
[odd alien language]
AMY purses her lips together, scribbling in a notebook.
JEREMY
What is it saying?
AMY sighs.
AMY
I don't know, I don't speak alien.
ALIEN
I speak your language.
AMY frowns, glancing at the camera and shaking her head.
AMY
Of course you do.