Final Destination

After Billy... it's me. And then you.

Clear grabs Clear and touches her face.

ALEX (CONT'D)

(to Clear)

Hey, I won't let it happen, okay.

Carter turns to them; it's as far as he will go to admit he believes... or

will help...

CARTER

Then, get out of here.

As she moves to Alex, Clear nods her acknowledgement and appreciation to

Carter. She takes Alex by the hand and the pair begin running away, off into

the woods.

In the DISTANCE, a TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS, eerie, as if Death was punctuating

the moment.

CUT TO:

EXT. CABIN - NIGHT

The windows are boarded. The front steps are worn and dilapidated. In the

early evening moonlight, the dwelling appears eerie and ghostly. CAMERA

CREEPS TOWARD the hose, a pre-storm breeze swaying branches and blowing

leaves. In the distance... LIGHTNING...

INT. CABIN - DAY - A SMALL TABLE

A final piece of duct tape is applied to the corner of the tabel, dulling

any sharp edges. Even thought it is sunny outside, all the shades are

pulled. The room sits in dark shadows broken by occastional bright shafts of

light.

CAMERA FOLLOWS a hand as it carefully picks up a Coleman lantern and sets it

atop an empty can placed in the center and above the water line of a large

metal tub; a fire protection moat.

ALEX

finds his way to a chair in the center of the room, away from everything

except a nearby table holding a fire extinguisher and a first aid kit both

at less an arms reach.

Unshaven, a week and a half's growth, and unkept, Alex looks horrible. And

anxious zombie, especially in the dim glow of the lantern. Dark circles,

from lack of sleep. Thin, from lack of food. Pale, from lack of sunlight.

He places workman's gloves on his hands before picking up a can of Underwood

chicken spread. With some degree of difficulty, he works the gloves beneath

the tab and pulls. Careful not to cut himslef, he reaches out and drops the

lid into a small trash can.

Alex removes the gloves and, with a plastic spoon, begins to eat. CAMERA

PUSHES IN as he begins to chew methodically, chewing and chewing and chewing

with concentration until... after steadying himself... prepares to

swallow... then, carefully does.

Pause... he's alright. He takes the spoon. Scoops some more. And the process

begins again.

CUT TO:

INT. BATHROOM - CLEAR RIVER'S HOUSE - DAY

A pink circle fills THE ENTIRE FRAME

EXTREMELY CLOSE - CLEAR'S EYES

look downward, anxious and full of thought.

A HOME PREGNANCY TEST

the results are positive, two pink dots, confirming.

WIDER

Clear sighs, frightened as she tosses the test upon a half dozen other

discarded tests. You can never be too sure. Outside, WIND of an approaching

storm blows. CMAERA tensely INCHES IN ON Clear...

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INT. CABIN - NIGHT - CRACK BENEATH DOOR

The resulting THUNDER RUMBLES. A breeze blows beneath the door, carrying

some autumn leaves. CAMERA FLLOWS the breeze across the floor to Alex's pant

legs which slightly flutter.

CAMERA RISES TO ALEX, sitting in his safe chair. Paranoid and obsessively

cautious, his eyes move towards the door, anticipating the consequential

events. Following the path of the breeze, Alex turns around...

ALEX'S POV - TRASH BAG

the brown shopping bag tips over. Amongst the trash spread on the floor, a

can rolls out and across the floor.

ALEX

tenses. He doesn't look to where the can has been, but where it is going.

ALEX'S POV - CAN

rols across the floor and gently hits the end of a fishing pole, propped in

the corner. The pole teeters and falls over.

FISHING HOOK

falls, hooking a closet door. The door begins to swing open.

ALEX

is quickly out of his safe chair, hustling towards...

THE DOOR

Alex slams the door shut before it can open. Behind the door, a CRASH as

something falls. Alex cracks a wicked half smile, cocky he has caught Death

before this attempt has brought to fruition.

Alex removes the hook from the door and places the pole on the floor. He

cautiously opens the door, REVEALING an old fish scaling knife embedded on

the back side of the door, unaware. Removing the knife and securing it, his

eyes turn towards the floor.

CLOSET FLOOR

a tackle box has spilled thinck, rusted old treble and aberden fishing hooks

upon the floor. Alex bends down and examines them.

ALEX

(as if to Death)

Rusted. Tetanus. Nice touch.

(defiant)

I overlooked it. You tried to

capitalize. But I caught you,

you fuck. I can beat you. Not

forever, but I got this cabin

rigged to beat you NOW!

O.S., a sound. Like a THUMP near the cabin steps. He freezes, like an animal

sensing danger. THUNDER RUMBLES. The light around him begins to flicker and

sway.

COLEMAN LANTERN

a draft creeps beneath the glass enclosure. The flame, dancing.

CUT TO:

INT. BEDROOM - CLEAR RIVER'S HOUSE - DAY

ENTERING FRAME, Clear peeks out the window, carefull not to be seen.

EXT. CLEAR RIVER'S STREET - DAY - CLEAR'S POV

The unmarked F.B.I. sedan maintains surveillance. Schreck and Weine sit

inside.

INT. BEDROOM - CLEAR RIVER'S HOUSE - DAY

Distant... APPROACHING THUNDER RUMBLES as she steps away. The weight of the

world on her shoulders, Clear paces, considering her options. She looks to a

bookshelf...

CLOSE - AN OLD PHOTOGRAPH

A man, early thirties, hold a six year old girl in his arms, waving at the

camera. Both appear happy and alive. They are standing before the cabin

surrounded by the thick woods.

The photograph is turned over. On the back is marked in a young girls

handwriting, "me and dad at the cabin. 1986."

CLEAR

As CAMERA PUSHES INTO HER... considering life. Then, now and what is to

come.

CUT TO:

INT. UNMARKED CAR - NIGHT

Weine sits in the passenger seat looking through the pair of binoculars.

Schreck is behind the wheel.

WEINE

She was up there a minute ago...

A figure steps into the drivers side window, from the rear. The two agents

are startled as Clear River's leans into FRAME. She pauses, gauging their

trustmorthiness, then...

CLEAR

I'm not turning him in. There's

another life that needs him, now.

The two agents remain respectful...

CLEAR

I go with you.

WEINE

You can't.

She considers... and understands.

CLEAR

Don't hurt him.

WEINE

Tell us where he is. Wait at home, and

I promise... we'll bring him back safe,

in protective custody.

As she senses the agents' sincerity...

INT. CABIN - NIGHT

Distant THUNDER ECHOES. Alex kindles a fire in the fireplace, balling up old

newspapers. He begins to crumble the local news... then pauses.

A headline catches his attention. CAMERA INCHES IN ON HIM, tense, while

THUNDER RUMBLES. As he unrolls the paper, his expression is rocked...

anxious... he cocks his head to consider... recalling... as CAMERA PUSHES

ALL THE WAY INTO...

HEADLINE - CRUMPLED NEWSPAPER

"PARENTS TO ESTABLISH MEMORIAL SCHOLARSHIPS." Besides the headline are two

yearbook photos; Christa Marsh and Blake Dreyer.

Alex

his expression reflects a terrifying revelation...

ALEX

I... never moved. Christa asked

me to move, but I didn't change

seats. I would've moved up...

next to Tod... How could I not

remember... that... I never

moved. Clears seat was in front

of mine...

CAMERA PUSHES into a TIGHT CLOSE UP...

ALEX (CONT'D)

She's next.

CUT TO:

INT. CLEAR RIVER'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Clear paces in her living room. She moves to the curtains and checks out the

window. Although it is not raining, LIGHTNING CRACKS across the sky!

EXT. CLEAR RIVER'S HOUSE - NIGHT - POWER LINE

The lightning STRIKES the top of the pole, SNAPPING two power lines, which

whip in the wind.

INT. CLEAR RIVER'S HOUSE - NIGHT

The power goes out. The room turns dark. Outside, brilliant bluish white arc

lights CRACKLE. Clear moves to the window.

EXT. CLEAR RIVER'S HOUSE - NIGHT -CLEAR'S POV - POWER LINES

ARC violently striking the ground and each other. Each line whips

unpredictably like an uncontrolled garden hose with the water turned on

full. And yet, there's a mean, angry and taunting personality to the two

power lines. As if Death were within them.

INT. CLEAR RIVER'S HOUSE - NIGHT

She assesses the situation and moves to a pair of candles on the mantle,

lightning them with Bic. O.S., from the backyard, a DOG BARKS. Clear brings

the candle through the small house.

INT. KITCHEN - CLEAR RIVER'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Clear moves quickly to the kitchen, holding the candle. Outside, BLUE ARC

LIGHT CRACKLES. She looks out the backyard.

EXT. BACKYARD - CLEAR RIVER'S HOUSE - NIGHT - CLEAR'S POV

An old circular clothesline turns like a pinwheel in the wind. In the center

of the yard is an oblong, tarped above ground pool. In the furthest corner

of the yard, her dog is chained to a tree, BARKING AND FREAKED OUT. An old

tire swing rocks in the storm. From the manner in which the house is

situated and the length of the snapped power lines, one is capable of

reaching the backyard.

The power line STRIKES the ground, "closing in on" the dog.

INT. KITCHEN - CLEAR RIVER'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Clear considers the danger of venturing out to get the dog.

Although no window is open, and the power outage has shut off any air

conditioning... the candle flame whips, then extinguishes. The blue smoke

swirls ominously into the room.

EXT. BACKYARD - CLEAR RIVER'S HOUSE - NIGHT - CLOTHESLINE

Sharp metal edges spin. Glinting blue arc light...

CUT TO:

EXT. CABIN - NIGHT

Alex charges out the front door, leaping over the steps. O.S., SEVERAL CARS

APPROACH, headlights pan across the trees. Alex stops dead in his tracks and

runs off into the woods, just as the F.B.I umarked sedan and three Sheriff

4x4s THUNDER up to the cabin, siren lights swirling.

INT. UNMARKED CAR - NIGHT

Weine is driving, leading the other vehicles. Schreck points out the

passenger window.

SCHRECK

There!

EXT. CABIN - NIGHT - WEINE'S POV - THROUGH CAR WINDOW

Full sprint, Alex disappears into the dark forest.

WIDER

the cars BRAKES to a stop, SKIDDING in the dirt. Sheriff's leap out of their

vehicles. High powered flashlights shoot beams in Alex's direction. The

officers take after the suspect.

CUT TO:

EXT. BACKYARD - CLEAR RIVER'S HOUSE - NIGHT

The backdoor opens. Clear charges out into the backyard.

THE DOG

Helpless, chained wrapped around the tree. THUNNDER RUMBLES.

CLEAR

continues to run...

THE CIRCULAR CLOTHESLINE

is whipped by a power line. SPARKS FLY as the base pole snaps in two.

CLEAR

the metal poles punge into the ground just before and behind her, inches

from impaling her. She stumbles, but quickly steps aside and continues

toward the tree.

THE CIRCUALR CLOTHES-LINE FRAME

is rolled by the winds, across the yard toward...

ABOVE GROUND POOL

the clothesline frame punctures the pool. Water streams from the rupture.

CLEAR

reaches the tree and begins unfastening the dogs collar from the chain.

THE POWER LINES

whipping, strike one another causing an angry FLASh!

THE RIVETS

holding the pool frame, begin to BREAK and POP. Water floods into the yard.

CUT TO:

EXT. FOREST - NIGHT

CAMERA MOVES WITH Alex, blindly running through the forest, sheriffs

flashlihgt beams crossing behind him... in persuit.

Looing back to check the postition of the agents, Alex blindly runs over the

lip of a downward slop...

GULLY

He rolls and tumbles uncontrollably down the hillside. As he nears the

base...

ALEX

stops with a CRUNCHING THUD... his face, an inch from being impaled by a

sharp, thick protruding branch. No time to catch his breath, he's up and

running.

CUT TO:

EXT. BACKYARD - CLEAR RIVER'S HOUSE - NIGHT - CLEAR'S FEET

water floods, pooling the backyard, cascading over Clear's feet. She looks

down, in the reflection of the puddle, the dark shadow passes. Clear whips

up, checking the position of...

A POWER LINE

coils, like a cobra, ready to STRIKE!

TREE

Clear drops the chain and hits the dog on it's backside.

CLEAR

Run!

The dog starts to tear off toward the house. Clear runs toward the hanging

tire. Leaps...