Final Destination

TIME CUT:

EXT. LEWTON'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Alex has moved closer to her house, remaining in the shadows. He checks for

any passers-by. Being there are none, he creeps toward Ms. Lewton's car. He

visually inspects the exterior. As he kicks the tires... an unmarked sedan

SCREECHES up. Doors open...

Startled, Alex turns to find...

Special agents Schreck and Weine standing in the street, backlit in the

strong headlights of their car.

SCHRECK

What are you doing?

ALEX

is nervous but determined. He tells the truth...

ALEX

Checking the air in her tires to

make sure their safe.

SPECIAL AGENTS SCHRECK AND WEINE

after a beat of incredulity...

SCHRECK

Get in the car.

INT. MS. LEWTON'S HOUSE - NIGHT - VALERIE LEWTON

is watching, peeking out her front curtains. O.S., CAR DOORS CLOSE. The

vehicle ROARS OFF. She releases the curtains and moves back, feeling

somewhat better, but still rattled.

Then...

The curtains billow as if blown by a breeze. Ms. Lewton appears puzzled as

she moves the curtains aside to find the windows closed. As CAMERA PUSHES IN

ON HER, tensing and uneasy...

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INT. INTERROGATION ROOM - POLICE STATION - NIGHT

Alex sits behind a tabel in the cinder block room painted police station

green. Sitting across form him, with a good cop tone, is Agent Weine, while

Schreck stands with a hard-ass posture.

ALEX

I believe that... Ms. Lewton's next.

WEINE

"Next?"

ALEX

Yes... see, there's this... pattern...

that's occuring.

WEINE

(sarcastic)

Oh, you've noticed it, too?

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INT. MS. LEWTON'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Ms. Lewton moves to a closet door, opens it and CLICKS on an overhead light.

Kneeling down, she tugs on a heavy box and opens it to check the contents.

Her expression warms, as if recalling a far off memory.

MS. LEWTON

Oh... mom's favorite.

She slides a vinyl record album out of the sleeve and moves to the turntable

on a shelf, thick with dust.

Valerie places the record on the stereo and sets the needle on the album.

CAMERA SWEEPS IN CLOSE TO THE TURNTABLE, although spinning around and

around... the bold letters of the center label can be read... JOHN DENVER...

the opening acoustic guitar of "Rocky Mountain High" has never sounded so

eerie...

JOHN DENVER (V.O.)

He was born in the summer of his

twenty seventh year...

Please with the feeling of a pleasant memory, Lewton moves off.

INT. INTERROGATION ROOM - POLICE STATION - NIGHT

Schreck moves closer to Alex.

SCHRECK

Where'd you get this "pattern"

from? You have another "vision?"

Maybe saw it in some T.V. static?

Alex is insulted by the condescending tone.

ALEX

I didn't ask for what happened to me

on the plane. You can make fun of me.

You can think I'm a nut. I'm used to it.

I saved six lives but the entire school

acts like I'm a freak. Fine.

Alex takes a nervous breath...

ALEX

I'm not suffering from Post Traumatic

Stress. I haven't developed a

narcissistic deity complex. I'm not going

Dahmer.

(beat)

This just is. There's a pattern in place

for you. And you. There's a design for

everyone.

The agents study Alex...

ALEX

(sighs)

And I'm not sure yet how... but I

intend to break this one.

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INT. MS. LEWTON'S KITCHEN - NIGHT - SET OF CUTLERY KNIVES

held in a wooden block, sits atop the kitchen counter.

In the b.g., Valerie removes the chrome teapot from the stove and moves it

to the sink. JOHN DENVER CONTINUES in the next room. Ms. Lewton turns on the

faucet, pours water into the kettle. Some water spills on the side of the

kettle. As she wipes the pot with a blue checked hand towel, a dark shadow

appears to cross behind her.

Lewton turns. CAMERA FOLLOWS, CIRCLING as she looks about the room only to

find she is alone. Unsetteled, she absently tosses the towel on the counter

the edge which, catches a knife blade held in the cutery block.

STOVE

Ms. Lewton turns on the gas, adjusts it, however... the flames blow out. She

pauses, nerves on edge. Her eyes cautiously move about the room and find

nothing. She grabs a pack of nearby matches and strikes one.

JOHN DENVER (V.O.)

He left yesterday behind him/

You might say it's born again...

CAMERA PUSHES INTO the burner as the flames re-ignite and FILL THE FRAME...

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INT. INTERROGATION ROOM - POLICE STATION - NIGHT

Weine sits across from Alex, symapthetic, but professional...

WEINE

Alex, you got our attention, at

first, because you were under

suspicion in the plane explosion.

Alex tenses, but Weine shakes his head.

WEINE (CONT'D)

I know you didn't blow up that plane.

Alex sighs, eases.

WEINE (CONT'D)

I don't believe you have magical powers.

No one has any... control over life and

death... unless... that person is taking

lives and causing death.

Weine leans forward toward Alex...

WEINE (CONT'D)

Alex... can you promise me that no one

else will die?

ALEX

No... I can't. As long as I'm in here,

it's outta my control.

The agents are taken aback by his answer; unnerved by his sincerity. Weine

sighs and looks to his partner, who sighs, frusterated and turns away.

WEINE

Alright, go on. Get outta here.

Alex stands and, with no urgency, moves off. He exits the room.

SCHRECK

Kid gives me the creeps.

WEINE

We got nothing to hold him.

SCHRECK

I don't mean that...

(beat)

There's a couple of times, there...

I almost believed him.

Weine considers, yet remains skeptical.

WEINE

Sometimes, you give me the creeps.

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INT. MS. LEWTON'S HOUSE - NIGHT - CLOSE - TEAPOT

Whistles

JOHN DENVER (V.O.)

When he first came to the

mountains, his life was far away...

COFFEE MUG - OVERHEAD

two tea bags are dropped inside, then the steaming hot water.

MS. LEWTON

picks up the cup, raising it toward her lips, She pauses her expression

turning tragic.

On a reflex, she spins toward the sink and throws the hot contents into the

drain. She sats the mug down...

A COFFEE MUG

ENTERS FRAME... displaying the logo of the Mt. Abraham Fighting Colonials.

MS. LEWTON

Trembling. She takes a deep breath, getting a hold of herself.

MS. LEWTON

You gotta stop this! Stop this!

It's just a stupid mug.

(composes)

You're outta here. Pretty soon...

you'll be gone.

Opening the refrigerator frezzer, she grabs some ice and bottle of pure

Polish Vodka then deliberately turns back toward the same mug...

COFFEE MUG

the ice cubes PLUNK. The cold alchohol pours into the hot mug. CAMERA PUSHES

INTO THE MUG as... it slightly CRACKS, Vodka dripping out of the base.

Lewton's hand picks up the mug, oblivious to the crack. She moves off toward

the living room, leaving a trail of alcohol.

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EXT. POLICE STATION - NIGHT

Alex exits the police station, walking. He checks over his shoulder to see

if he is being watched and increases his pace, legs whipping across FRAME...

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INT. MS. LEWTON'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Valerie Lewton tears off a piece of plastic bubble wrap. She stands over her

desk, placed against the wall. On the desk is her desktop computer monitor.

JOHN DENVER (V.O.)

It's the Colorado Rocky Mountain

High...

She pauses to swig from her cup of vodka.

EXTREMELY CLOSE - COFFEE MUG

alcohol drips from her mug...

EXTREMELY CLOSE - COMPUTER MONITER VENT

... fluid drips inside the circuitry.

MS. LEWTON

sets the mug out of the way on the back edge of her desk.

CLOSE - COFFE MUG

The remaining vodka oozes from the crack, pools, then drips off the edge of

the desk...

JOHN DENVER

I've seen it rainin' fire from the

sky...

CAMERA CRANES DOWN to REVEAL the moniter cabel inserted into an electrical

wall socket. The vodka drip... drip... drips PAST FRAME. Then, Lewton's hand

ENTERS and pulls the monitor plug, creating tiny SPARKS at the connection...

ON THE FLOOR

the alcohol ignites...

MS. LEWTON

her back is to the desk, while pouring styrofoam peanuts into the box. In

the b.g., FLAMES, nearly supernaturally, leap up the walland toward the

computer monitor.

CLOSE - COMPUTER MONITOR - THROUGH THE VENTS

the interior catches fire causing an electrical POP!

MS. LEWTON

turns, holding her sheet of bubble wrap, shocked by the flames.

THE COMPUTER MONITOR

On the screen, the reflection of the approaching shadow passes before the

monitor... EXPLODES!

MS. LEWTON

a large jagged shard from the monitor flies into her throat. Blood squirts

from her neck onto the bubble wrap. Her stunned expression is sickeningly

numb from shock.

JOHN DENVER (V.O.)

Rocky Mountain High/ Colorad-oh.

She reaches up to reflexively pull the glass from her throat, creating a

flood of spurting blood.

She drops the glass and quickly stumbles toward the kitchen, blindly banging

the turntabel as she passes. The needle skips, BUMPS... and settles...

umercifully at the start of "Rocky Mountain High."

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EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD STREET - NIGHT

Alex walks quickly up the street. Smoke wafts before him. He turns to see

the man burning leaves in the backyard.

The breeze intensifies, lifting the burning debris. The smoke swirls around

him. CAMERA PUSHES INTO ALEX as he senses the Presense. He looks ahead.

ALEX'S POV - TWO DOZEN LEAVES

mystically float past him, each on fire.