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"FINAL DESTINATION" (Continue)

ALEX
Yeah, we did.

MR. BLUDWORTH

CAMERA PUSHES INTO the mortician, pleased the message has been recieved.

MR. BLUDWORTH
I'll see you soon.

CUT TO:

EXT. MAIN STREET - DAY

BRAKING LOUDLY, startlingly, a public bus PULLS INTO CAMERA and stops. The doors HISS open.

CLEAR (O.S.)
The mortician was whacked.

CAMERA ADJUSTS as Alex and Clear step off the bus and onto the street.

CLEAR (CONT'D)
He was trippin' on formaldehyde.

Clear starts up the street, but Alex grabs her arm and steps back, assuring the bus moves off... safely. He nods, "it's safe to go." Throughout the following, his eyes are searching for anything potentially deadly.

ALEX
He said Death has a design. Even
before he said that I had been
seeing patterns.

CLEAR
(sarcastic)
As in flannels and plaids?

Up ahead, scaffolds rise before a building being restored. O.S., HAMMERING and CONSTRUCTION WORK POUND from above. In the f.g., tools and metal spikes. After a "thumbs up" gesture, the rope is pulled UP AND OUT OF FRAME.

ALEX
How many died on Flight 180?
From our group?

CLEAR
Thirty-nine.

ALEX
Remember the gate number?

As Clear takes a moment to consider, Alex steers them well around the scaffolds, eyes skyward during the move...

CLEAR
No.

ALEX
Thirty-nine.

This is a creepy fact. Even though past the construction, Alex checks over his shoulder to assure they are out of harm's way.

ALEX
Remember the departure time?

CLEAR
Like... 4:25.

Reaching an intersection, Alex pushes the pedestrian traffic light button, then steps well away from the curb.

PEDESTRIAN TRAFFIC SIGNAL

the halting red hand is lit.

ALEX (V.O.)
Do you know when I was born?

INTERSECTION

Clear sighs, growing impatient with Alex.

CLEAR
4:25.

ALEX
Right. April 25th.

CLEAR
Wait. I thought you meant the time
of your birth. Four/Twenty-five, as
in, month and day... that's a reach.

PEDESTRIAN TRAFFIC SIGNAL

the halting red hand turns to the little white walking man.

INTERSECTION

Clear takes a step off the sidewalk and onto the street. Alex tugs her back, looking both ways while outraged by her challenge.

ALEX
My birthday is the same as of the
time I was meant to die! That's a
reach!?

VROOM! A car indeed makes a right, TEARING through the intersection. Once past, Alex takes Clear by the arm and hustles them across the street.

CLEAR
You're sounding like those people
who, you know... "Oswald shot
Kennedy from a warehouse and hid in
a theatre and Booth shot Lincoln in
a theatre and hid in a warehouse."

CAMERA HOLDS REVEALING an unmarked sedan parked across and down from a Starbucks with outdoor seating. Schreck and Weine sit in the car, eyes coolly locked on Alex and Clear.

DOWN THE STREET - HEADING WEST

Billy Hitchcock rides toward the Starbucks on his bicycle.

EXT. STARBUCKS - DAY

sitting outside, Alex hunches over the table, increasingly anxious. Clear listens; expression skeptical.

ALEX
I'm not just layin' down a bunch
of math here, with this. I'm talking
about indications... omens... that
day, that we were meant to die. That,
if, we have been aware of... would
have saved everyone on the plane.

CLEAR
That's total bullshit. You can find
death omens anywhere you want to.

She picks up her paper coffee cup.

CLEAR (CONT'D)
Hey, look! "Coffee" starts with a
"C" and ends with an "E." So does
the word "choke!" We're going to
choke to death! Oh no! Starbuck was
a whaler. We're going to be
harpooned!

Alex angrily glares at Clear. Clear drops her tone.

CLEAR (CONT'D)
You'll go nuts if you start with
that shit.

Ms. Lewton appears from around the corner. She starts toward the entrance, but pauses, tensing when she sees Alex.

He cautiously flashes a greeting smile. The teacher, however, averts her eyes and continues into the coffee shop. Alex sighs, guiltily. Clear sympathizes with both of them.

CLEAR
She's leaving the school. Moving
away.

Alex studies, appealing to her...

ALEX
Clear, how do we know that by
just sitting here, breathing this
air or sipping the coffee, having
crossed the street... we haven't
started in motion the events that
will lead to our death? Fifty years
from now. Ten years. Tomorrow.
(beat)
You don't unless... you're able to
open yourself to the signs I'm
willing to show you.

He leans foward, removing a peice of paper from his pocket.

CLOSE - ALEX'S HAND

slides across the table. Opening his hand REVEALS the piece of paper reading, "... Tod..." Clear's hand ENTER'S FRAME to take the paper. CAMERA FOLLOWS AS SHE raises it, her expression obviously puzzled. As she eyes Alex for an explanation, CAMERA CRANES DOWN QUICKLY to the empty paper cups on the table...

... a slight approaching BREEZE knocks them over.

DOWN THE STREET - HEADING WEST

A somewhat cherry 70's muscle car speeds in the direction of the Starbucks. Carter Horton is driving. Terry Chaney rides shotgun. Carter looks out the window.

CARTER'S POV - MOVING - ALEX AND CLEAR

She holds the paper as Alex, apparently, explains the story.

CARTER'S CAR

CARTER scowls, his anger rising as he slows, staring at the perceived reasons for his problems.

ALEX AND CLEAR

Her eyes turn from the paper to Alex, concerned about him...

CLEAR
I don't understand... did you see
Tod die? Did it happen again, like on the plane?

ALEX
No, but it might as well be the
same thing. This was a message...
from someone, or something...
hinting... at the design.

CLEAR
Alex, on the plane... you must have
experienced... some kind of hyper
awareness. But here... you're
suggesting Tod's death... and maybe
our own... will happen because of...
an active Presence.

Alex nods, feeling she's understanding.

ALEX
The mortician said Death has a
design. Now... if you, me, Tod,
Carter, Terry, Billy, Ms. Lewton
messed up that design, because, for
whatever reason, I was able to see
Death's plan... then we cheated it.
(beat)
But what if it was our time, what if
we were not meant to get off that
plane? What if it is still is our
time? If... It... is still not
finished with us? We will all still
die; now, not later.

Troubled and deeply concerned, Clear studies Alex.

ALEX (CONT'D)
Unless... we find the pattern. And
cheat it again.

Clear sets the paper down, looking sadly at Alex.

CLEAR
After hearing you, just now... I do
believe...

Alex leans back and sighs, relieved...

CLEAR (CONT'D)
...that Tod killed himself.

Alex is taken aback, hurt and angry.

ALEX
Then there's no one left who can help
me.

CARTER'S CAR

His eyes having never left Alex, Carter suddenly cranks the wheel hard to the left to make a tight U-Turn.

BILLY HITCHCOCK

rides his bike. He reacts, startled by...

BILLY HITCHCOCK'S POV - CARTER'S CAR

barreling down towards him. The car cuts in front of the bicycle to complete the U-Turn.

WIDER

Billy SWERVES to the left, directly in front of an oncoming car. The car SWERVES right, as does Billy, avoiding a certain fatal collision for the cyclist. The oncoming car HONKS!

Carter's car pulls up to the curb. Oblivious to the accident he almost caused, Carter gets out, strutting toward the tables outside the coffee shop. Inside the car, Terry sighs...

TERRY
Baby, come on... not now.

But her boyfriend continues. She gets out and hustles after him.

ALEX AND CLEAR

Their attention drawn by the commotion, Clear and Alex watch Carter Horton approach them, followed by Terry, who stops, irked, near the curb at the crosswalk.

TERRY
Carter...

At that moment, Ms. Lewton exits with an ezpresso drink. Sensing trouble, she has no energy or desire to involve herself.

CARTER
Kind of have a reunion, here.

TERRY
Let it go!

Carter steps before Ms. Lewton, blocking her exit...

CARTER
When are you moving?

MS. LEWTON
A couple of weeks.

She can't wait to leave. While trying to walk around Carter...

CARTER
We're losing our favorite teacher.

ALEX
Look, there's something you should
all know.

CLEAR
Alex...

Carter eyes Alex, continuing the taunt. He raises the volume of his words to drown out Alex's words and incite conflict.

CARTER (CONT'D) ALEX (CONT'D)
Lived here her whole life. This'll be hard to believe.

Ms. Lewton's eyes flash to Alex, afraid of him.

CARTER (CONT'D) ALEX (CONT'D)
And now she has to move. Listen to me, we may all
All because of Browning. be in danger...

TERRY
Shut up! The both of you!

The two boys stop their heated exchange.

TERRY (CONT'D)
They died! We lived!
(beat)
Get over it! I won't let that plane
crash be the most important thing in
my life. I'm moving on, Carter, and
if you're gonna waste your life
beating the shit out of Alex
everytime you see him, then you can
just drop fucking dead!

Head and shoulders remaining angrily in Carter's direction, Terry takes a blind step off the curb and into the crosswalk, WITHOUT A CUT... a bus suddenly speeds INTO FRAME and, THUD! plows directly right into her...

ALEX, CLEAR, CARTER AND MS. LEWTON

are SPLATTERED with BLOOD before they can even recoil.

CUT TO:

INT. BROWNING LIVING ROOM - NIGHT - CLOSE - ALKA SELTZER

FIZZLES in the glass, while O.S., a PHONE RINGS...

ALEX

has crashed, watching CNN. It's a tense recline. Red circles rim the lids of his eyes. He sips from the glass to settle his stomach. Ken appears from the kitchen, hand over the reciever.

KEN
It's that girl... Clear.

No response from Alex. Ken sighs, then into the phone...

KEN
He's in the shower, Clear. Can I
have him get back at ya? Sure...
bye.

Ken returns to the living room, concerned about his son. Alex averts his eyes, stressed and ashamed. Ken sits nearby.

KEN (CONT'D)
She's concerned about you.
(beat)
I'm concerned about you.

Alex turns his eyes to the glass.

KEN (CONT'D)
Why don't you want to talk to her...
or me?

ALEX
Dad... you and mom have helped me
out, so much. But there's... some
things I need to understand before
I can talk... to anyone about it.

The father respects this young man's wishes. Ken nods "fair enough." In the silent moment, O.S., from the television...

CNN ANCHOR (O.S.)
The National Transportation Safety
Board has a new theory tonight on the
possible cause of Euro-Air Flight 180...

Alex quickly grabs the remote and turns up the VOLUME...

TELIVISION

A computer graphic illustrations the area of the lower fuselage.

CNN ANCHOR (CONT'D, V.O.)
Deterioration of silicon insulation
on an electrical connector to the
scavenger pump may have leaked
combustible fluids.

ALEX AND KEN

Alex remains riveted to the screen.

CNN ANCHOR (CONT'D, V.O.)
A spark in the fuel switch...

TELEVISION

The graphic ZOOMS into the area in the rear right side, nearly above Tod's seat.

ALEX (O.S.)
That's Tod's seat...

ALEX

CAMERA PUSHES IN as he listens...

CNN ANCHOR (CONT'D, V.O.)
... may have ignited the fuel line. And
proceeded to the fuel pump.

TELEVISION

The high-tech computer image traces the path of the explosion through the plane. A red line representing the fuel line zigs through the body of the plane, making a sharp turn forward to the fuel pump, which explodes. Jagged lines show the direction of the explosion moving backwards toward the rear of the plane.

MATCH CUT TO:

INT. ALEX'S BEDROOM - DAY - 747 SCHEMATIC

drawn in Alex's hand, and hundreds of steps down from CNN computer image, yet accurate as Alex's finger traces the path, away from the seats marked "ME" and "CLEAR." The path starts over "TOD," then moves to "TERRY." The line moves forward away from "CARTER" toward the fuel pump.

The corresponding jagged picture of the explosion back is reminiscent of the "hand of Death," seen earlier in the lightning. It is a graphic demonsration of the arbitrary nature of Death.

ALEX

is amped, intensely more frightened as he believes...

ALEX
The path of the explosion...
(a whisper)
That's Death's design.

It instantly, frightfully, occurs to him, he now knows who will be next...

CLOSE - SCHEMATIC

Alex's finger quickly moves along the fuel line. After "TERRY," the seat intersecting the path of the fule line, over the fuel pump, is marked "MS. LEWTON."

CUT TO:

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

ENTER'S FRAME, on the phone, wearing a t-shirt and sweats.

MS. LEWTON (O.S.)
Some nights I'm woken up by the
sound of my own voice, you know,
inside my head, goin', "No, you know
the whole French thing. Get on the
plane."

Moving boxes are stacked in the living room; organized disarray of
relocating. The house is old, been in the family forever. Dust marks the walls where framed photos and artwork were once displayed.

MS. LEWTON (CONT'D)
Everything here reminds me... of
sending Mr. Murnau back on the
plane... Right, I'm hoping a change
will help... I lived here my whole
life and wherever I looked were great
memories, you know... but now all I
can see is Mr. Murnau... those kids.
Just looking out my own front yard...
makes me feel mothing but fear.

She peeks out of the front curtains and looks sadly upon her front yard. Her expression alters... alarmed...

EXT. LEWTON'S HOUSE - NIGHT - MS. LEWTON'S POV - FRONT YARD

The figure is Alex Browning.

INT. MS. LEWTON'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Ms. Lewton steps away from the curtains.

MS. LEWTON
(quickly)
Laura, I gotta call you back.

She immediately hangs up and speed dials.

MS. LEWTON (CONT'D)
This is Valerie Lewton. I need Agent
Schreck...

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 sure 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 they're 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...

CUT TO:

INT. INTERROGATION ROOM - POLICE STATION - NIGHT

Alex sits behind a table in the cinderblock room painted police station green. Sitting across from 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?

CUT TO:

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...

Pleased 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.

CUT TO:

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 he's born again...

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

CUT TO:

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, frustrated 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.

CUT TO:

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 sits 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.
(composed)
You're outta here. Pretty soon...
you'll be gone.

Opening the refrigerator frezzer, she grabs some ice and a 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.

CUT TO:

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...

CUT TO:

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 MONITOR VENT

... fluid drips inside the circuitry.

MS. LEWTON

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

CLOSE - COFFEE 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 turntable as she passes. The needle skips, BUMPS... and settles... umercifully at the start of "Rocky Mountain High."

CUT TO:

EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD STREET - NIGHT

Alex walks quickly up the street. Smoke wafts before him. He turns to see a 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 Presence. He looks ahead.

ALEX'S POV - TWO DOZEN LEAVES

mystically float past him, each on fire.

ALEX

senses the taunting message and breaks into a full sprint, passing through many of the burning leaves that break up into the bright orange cinders against the black sky.

CUT TO:

INT. LIVING ROOM - LEWTON'S HOUSE - NIGHT - THE FLAMES

reach the coffee mug, igniting the trickling stream leading to, and away from, the crack in the cup.

FLOOR

Flames ride the small trickle of vodka back toward the kitchen...

INT. KITCHEN - LEWTON'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Valerie Lewton races in, desperately pressing her hand to her throat as she GURGLES and CHOKES on the blood from the wound. She leans over the now red sink. She turns pale from the blood loss.

THE STOVE

the flaming stream shoots up the stove, lighting the burners.

MS. LEWTON

behind her, the stove ERUPTS in FLAMES. They jump, leap like a tiger, landing on her shoulders and hair, which catch on fire...

CUT TO:

EXT. LEWTON'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Alex approaches the front of the house. From here, nothing appears to be wrong. As he catches his breath, sweating, visually examining the house.

From INSIDE, a hoarse, macabre SCREAM! CAMERA PUSHES IN ON ALEX, stunned, before he races off toward the house.

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

DROPS INTO FRAME ON HER KITCHEN FLOOR, hair and sweatshirt aflame. She desperately rolls on the floor and manages to extinguish the flames.

On her back, on the floor, she is badly burned. Her open neck wound continues to bleed. Blood pools on the floor. In shock and moving on pure survial instincts, she reaches up...

LEWTON'S POV - (LOOKING UP) - THE HAND TOWEL

the lower third of the towel dangles over the edge of the counter top. Her hand grabs it, and pulls.

COUNTER TOP

the draped edge of the towel pulls over the cutlery block. The knives spill out, entangled with the hand towel.

ALEX (O.S.)
Ms. Lewton!

KITCHEN DOORWAY

Alex rushes across the threshold as Ms. Lewton pulls the knives over the counter.

MS. LEWTON

a half dozen knives, from small, but sharp, cutting blades to large butcher knives, cascade into her body.

JOHN DENVER (V.O.)
They say that he got crazy once and
he tried to touch the sun...

Her hand trembling, her expression horrified, Lewton grabs the handle of the largest blade, trying to pull it out. Alex quickly kneels next to her. She looks at him, in shock, her eyes pleading. Alex gathers his courage, places his hand on the handle of the largest blade. As he's about to remove it...

THE STOVE

a gas line ERUPTS, creating a small EXPLOSION.

THE COUNTER TOP

the cutlery block is knocked off of the counter...

MS. LEWTON

the block lands directly on the butcher knife handle, driving the blade further into Ms. Lewton's body.

LEWTON'S POV - THE SHADOW

descends, the FRAME COLLAPSING until her face, eerily peaceful, but lifeless gray, horrifically decays... flesh rotting, worms feeding on muscle until only a skull remains.

MS. LEWTON

as Death arrives, her eyes are macabrely focused above her.

ALEX

Even as blood squirts on him from her open wound, he appears to realize she is "seeing" the moment of death.

ALEX
Ms. Lewton!

Flames leap from the stove to the curtains, which catch fire.

Alex grabs the knife and pulls it out. He quickly removes another and another... yet there is no reaction from the woman.

Knowing she is dead, Alex pauses with guilt. He looks at the knife in his hand, then realizes how incriminating this could appear. In that moment, another small EXPLOSION from the stove brings Alex quickly to his feet. He drops the knife to the floor and races from the house. CAMERA TILTS DOWN to the shoe prints left in the pool of blood.

CUT TO:

EXT. LEWTON'S STREET - NIGHT

Alex runs with all his strength away from Valerie Lewton's home. Billy Hitchcock is riding his bicycle in Alex's direction. He stops and gets off his bike.

BILLY
Hey, Alex...

Alex appears unaware as he simply runs past Billy, who curiously turns his head to watch Alex race up the street. O.S., the CRACKLING OF FIRE. CAMERA MOVES INTO Billy as he turns back, reacting with shock to Ms. Lewton's house.

THE HOUSE

from inside, an intense EXPLOSION propels glass from the windows. Flames engulf the entire house.

ALEX

even down the street, he is knocked to his feet by the blast. In the distance, SIRENS from approaching POLICE AND FIRE trucks are HEARD. He stands, looks to the now suspicious Billy... then opts to run off away from the scene. Escaping into the dark backyards of the neighborhood.

CUT TO:

INT./EXT. GARAGE - CLEAR RIVERS' HOUSE - DAY - CLEAR RIVERS

Tense, her eyes look left, then right...

CLEAR
I don't know where he is. He's not
talking to me.

WIDER

Agents Schreck and Weine stand before Clear in her garage.

WEINE
Why?

She studies the men before averting her eyes.

CLEAR
Because I didn't believe him.

The agents study her. Weine accepts the explanation. Schreck's eyes take a walk around the artwork in the garage, pausing on a piece of twisted metal from the crash. Clear tenses, however...

SCHRECK
If he should contact you, it
would be in the best interest
of your own safety to contact us.

Schreck hands his card. She takes it and nods. Schreck pauses, once again eyeing the painting before moving out of the garage on their way to their car.

CAMERA PUSHES IN ON CLEAR as she looks at the business card.

CUT TO:

EXT. MT. ABRAHAM HIGH SCHOOL - NIGHT

CAMERA PUSHES IN ON Flight 180 Memorial, lit for dramatic effect at night, but only achieving an eeriness. Carter Horton and Billy Hitchcock ENTER FRAME, moving toward the monument. Billy is riding his bicycle, wearing a New York Rangers jersey with "Hitchcock" across the back of the shoulders. Nearing the shadows, the two boys stop looking at the monument.

Carter pulls put a heavy pocket knife and starts attempting to cut into the stone.

Clear Rivers appears from the shadows.

CLEAR
What are you doing?

CARTER
Terry's name should be on this wall.

Clear is touched by the action.

CARTER (CONT'D)
So, why'd you want us to meet you
here? Now?

CLEAR
They're watching me, see if I go to
Alex.

BILLY
Are you?

CLEAR
They'll follow my car.
(beat)
That's why you're taking me.

CARTER
Why would I want to see him?

Clear eyes the two of them. With the memorial standing behind them...

CLEAR
Because he knows which one of us
is next.

As Carter and Billy feel the chill of their inner fears...

CUT TO:

EXT. HIGHWAY - NIGHT

The muscle car ROARS onto U.S. 17 on ramp. A sign near the road indicates:
"Middletown - 25 mi. New York City - 105 mi."

INT. CARTER'S CAR - NIGHT

Carter checks the rearview mirror. Clear looks out the front passenger window. She shakes her head, as if "no one's following us." Billy leans forward from the backseat...

BILLY
Um... okay... drive the speed limit,
right?

He sits back, OUT OF FRAME, but quickly darts forward.

BILLY (CONT'D)
And don't pass on the right.

CARTER
Billy! I'm gettin' a vision!
You're the next one...

BILLY
(nervous)
Hey, man, why'd you say that?!

CARTER
'Cause if you say another word,
I'm gonna fuckn' kill ya!

Billy sits back, gesturing, "hear ya. Got it." Clear pays no attention to their exchange as she stare out into the darkness, her thoughts a million miles away.

EXT. SEASHORE - JONES BEACH SATE PARK - NIGHT

A posted sign indicates "ACCIDENT SITE. ANY DEBRIS FOUND SHOULD BE REPORTED TO THE NTSB (212)555-NTSB." CAMERA FINDS Carter's car pulling up to a stop. Clear opens the passenger door and pauses in the car a while...

CLEAR
He could be anywhere from here to a
mile down the shore. You guys drive
down there, start this way and we'll
meet around the middle. It'll take
half the time.

Clear closes the door. Carter and Billy drive off. As she looks to the beach.

CUT TO:

EXT. BEACH - NIGHT

CAMERA, FACING the ocean, moves along the shore revealing a lone image sitting on the beach, looking into the Atlantic.

The waves are small bur rhythmic, an enternal metronome. Numb, Alex Browning sits in the sand searching for an answer somewhere in the darkness of the evening sea.

Behind him, O.S., approaching in the sand, SOFT FOOTSTEPS. He listens, notes them. Yet rather than turn around... he looks up into the sky.

ALEX'S POV - THE SKY

The shoreline lights cast an orange haze on the stars, breaking through, infinitely above.

ALEX (O.S.)
Are they up there?

WIDER

Clear Rivers approaches, barefoot in the sand. He neddn't turn to know who is behind him.

ALEX (CONT'D)
Somehow... is 180 still in flight?
Somewhere... are they still safe?

Clear hasn't met eyes with Alex, but she sits nearby, looking into the sky.
CLEAR
When I was a kid, like, six or
seven... I used to worry so much
about my parents dying. Like lying
awake at night... just worrying. I
loved them so much. I didn't want
them to get hurt. And what would
happen to me? What would life be
like?
(beat)
Every night... it seemed.

She looks out at the stars. He doesn't eye her, either...

ALEX
Most kids do, I guess.

CLEAR
Most kids never have it happen.

Alex hangs his head...

CLEAR
When I was ten... my dad went into a
7-11 for cigerettes. I guess he heard
somebody say "Don't turn around." So
on reflex, or thinkin' a friend was
jokin'... he did. And the guy blew
his head off.

She has lived this so many times, she is long beyond crying...

CLEAR (CONT'D)
And, let me tell ya, I had every
reason to worry before... because
life became shit. I don't blame her,
I guess, but my mom couldn't deal
with it at all. She married this
asshole, who my mom with my real
dad would cross the street to avoid
this guy. He really didn't want a
kid. And so my mom didn't either
anymore, I guess.
(beat)
If that was the design for my
father... and my family... then fuck
Death, FUCK IT!

The waves continue to shore. Clear looks up at the sky.

CLEAR (CONT'D)
And so, anyway... I've thought of
that "somewhere," Alex. It exists,
that place.

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