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"FINAL DESTINATION" (Continue)

He looks at her.

CLEAR (CONT'D)
Where my dad is still safe. Where he
had a full pack of cigerettes and
kept driving. A place where me and
my dad and my mom... are still
together....and have no idea about
this second life, here.
(beat)
A place where our friends are still
in the sky... where everyone gets a
second chance.

She looks at him...

CLEAR (CONT'D)
But that place might only exist in
my heart. And maybe, now... yours. I
haven't experienced too many second
chances in my life. I haven't seen
any. But because of all of this, I
believe... because of you... I will
get a second chance. Because of me,
you will. With you in my life... that
place, right now existing in our
hearts, will spring out... and become
a real part of this life.

Alex looks within her, as a soft ocean breeze blows through Clear's hair.

CLEAR
And that is the only way we can beat
Death... by making something special
out of Life.

His eyes well with tears. Only as she looks at Alex does Clear become emotional... they move closer, and kiss, the desire for each other, to defy the events around them; darkness; the isolation...

They dive into a deep feverish kiss. Embracing, as if the tighter, the safer. She pulls him back down to the beach and lifts his shirt over his head.

ALEX
This won't be safe.

Clear looks down the beach, checking for any sight of Billy and Carter.

CLEAR
Those guys are probably fifteen
minutes away.

ALEX
No.. I mean, I don't have anything
on me. This won't be safe.

CLEAR
(sadly)
Nothing is... anymore.

Alex looks to Clear, then kisses her with passion that reflects the defiance of death. He pulls open her shirt and falls into her arms. CAMERA CRANES UP as the young man and woman make love in the sand... consciously and defiantly oblivious, to anything around them... including the stars, possibly Flight 180, up above.

CUT TO:

INT. CARTER'S CAR - NIGHT

Carter drives. Billy rides shotgun. Alex and Clear are in the back. Everyone anxious, looking for cops.

ALEX
I can't go home. After Lewton's,
they'll be after me.

CLEAR
We're takin' you to a cabin in the
woods, it's only a couple miles from
my house.
(to Carter)
Keep off the highways, they'll be
lookin' for us.

Carter, however, continually glances into the rearview mirror, checking Alex. Finally, hotheaded and unable to withhold it any further...

CARTER
Alright, Browning, you fuckin'
warlock... did you know about Ms.
Lewton, or what?

ALEX
Why do you think I was hiding?

CLEAR
Billy told the F.B.I. he saw you
runnin' away from her house.

ALEX
They blame me for everything. Her,
Tod, the plane crash...

BILLY
Your shoe prints were in the blood.
Your fingerprints on the knives...

ALEX
I already told you...

CARTER
(interrupting)
I'm not talkin' about if you did it.
Or if you knew she was dead...
(beat)
Did you know she was going to be
next... before she was?

Alex looks at Clear, her expression asking the same question...

ALEX
(quietly)
Yeah.
(almost to himself)
When she died... at that moment, I
could tell she saw something... horrible.

The three others turn quiet, considering what it must be...

CARTER
Out of us... who's next to see it?

Alex eyes them... hesitant to respond.

BILLY
Please tell me I'm gonna get to see
the Jets win the Super Bowl.

CARTER
Me, right? That's why you're not
saying.

Billy looks out the window, despondent.

BILLY
Shoulda felt up Tammy in the pool,
that time...

CARTER
(to Billy)
Whatta you whinin' about? He said I'm
next.

CLEAR
He didn't say nothin'. Just drive.

CARTER
You have a responsibility to tell me.

ALEX
Is knowing going to make it easier?
It makes it harder.

CARTER
You get off havin' control over me.
Let me choose how to deal with it.

ALEX
It doesn't matter who's next...
we're all on the same list.

The three are silent.

CARTER
Aww, fuck... really?

Carter's expression becomes frightened, but he cannot have this. He counters with an irrational bravado.

CARTER
Then why bother? What's the fuckin'
point? Terry and me will be back
together on the other side, so why
wait any longer?

Carter bares down on the wheel, hits the GAS...

EXT. AN INTERSECTION - NIGHT

The muscle car ROARS past a stop sign.

INT. CARTER'S CAR - NIGHT

The interior bounces as the car clears a dip past the intersection. Alex, Clear, and Billy tenses...

CLEAR
Knock it off!

CARTER
May as well go out under my own
free will, right?

CLEAR
Not with us in the fuckin' car!

EXT. ANOTHER INTERSECTION - NIGHT

The car GUNS IT through another stop sign.

INT. CARTER'S CAR - NIGHT

Every passenger hangs on as the car BOUNCES from the next dip.

CLEAR BILLY
Stop it! Hey, c'mon, man...

CARTER
What's your fuckin' worry? If it's
not your time...? I could get nailed
runnin' this red light and you all
wouldn't get shit! Only me, right?

ALEX CLEAR
No! Knock it off!

EXT. TRAFFIC LIGHT INTERSECTION - NIGHT

Red light. A car approaches with the greenlighted right of way. Carter's car TEARS INTO FRAME, just missing being T-boned in the intersection as the other car HITS THE BRAKES, fishtailing.

INT. CARTER'S CAR - NIGHT

BILLY
And I fuckin' HATED FRENCH CLASS!

ALEX CLEAR
Carter, stop it, you Get control of yourself!
fuckin' maniac!!

CARTER
That's what I'm doin'!

CLEAR
I know what you're doing! It's
alright to be scared, Carter. You
don't have to prove to us how big
your balls are. Not now.

CARTER
I'm not afraid! I DECIDE WHEN IT'S
TIME! I control my life! I control
my death!

BILLY
Watch it! Watch it!

EXT. A SECOND TRAFFIC LIGHT INTERSECTION - NIGHT

Carter barrels through the intersection as a car makes a left turn at the intersection.

TURNING CAR DRIVER'S POV - CARTER'S CAR

flying down the road, appears to be heading straight towards him.

INT. CARTER'S CAR - NIGHT

Carter takes his hands off the wheel and raises them in the air, like a terrorized child on a roller coaster...

EXT. A SECOND TRAFFIC LIGHT INTERSECTION - NIGHT

The turning car HONKS, ROARING through the intersection as Carter's car nearly clips the rear end of the turning car.

INT. CARTER'S CAR - NIGHT

Cater hooks his elbow on the window and his right arm around the front seat, driving; no hands.

CLEAR ALEX
Stop the car! Let us out!

BILLY
I am... so close to puking, you
don't wanna know.

CLEAR
We're afraid, too, Carter, but we're
not going to quit. Maybe you are. You
act like you're not, but you are!

Carter eyes Clear in the rearview mirror.

CLEAR
So, stop what you're doing and STOP
THIS CAR! Right fucking now!

EXT. BACKSTREET - NIGHT

In the backseat, Alex and Clear ease... just as a railroad crossing arm drops INTO FRAME in the REAR WINDOW. O.S., the CLANG CLANG CLANG of a RAILROAD CROSSING ALARM.

OUT OF THE FRONT WINDOW

The front crossing arm drops INTO FRAME before the car. Carter turns and flashes a "that's why I stopped" smile.

INSIDE THE CAR

CLEAR
Move it!

Carter turns off the engine, then sits back into his seat and folds his arms, indicating he has no intention of moving.

ALEX
Billy, get out!

Scared to death, Billy fumbles with the car door handle. From the front passenger seat, he looks up and to his left...

OUT OF THE DRIVER'S WINDOW - BILLY'S POV

A locomotive headlight arcs across the trees... approaching.

RETURN

CLEAR ALEX
Can't you open the door?! Easy, Billy, just open it.

Billy collects himself...

CLOSE - BILLY'S DOOR HANDLE

POPS open!

EXT. TRAIN TRACKS - NIGHT

The train appears around the blind bend...

INT. CARTER'S CAR - NIGHT

Billy opens the door and pours out. Clear and Alex are quickly behind him. Carter remains in the drivers seat.

EXT. TRAIN TRACKS - NIGHT

The train WARNING WHISTLE BLOWS as Alex, Clear and Billy hustle away from the car, on the same side of the tracks. They quickly turn around, desperate to convince...

CLEAR
Carter, get out!

ALEX BILLY
Don't do it! Don't do it! It's coming! It's coming!

INT. CARTER'S CAR - NIGHT

Arms crossed, Carter remains in the front seat. As the interior fills with light from the headlight of the oncoming train, Carter turns and looks at them with a smart ass smile, pleased that he's shown how brave he truly is. With a beam of cocky definace...

CARTER
It ain't my time.

He cooly turns back to the ignition, grabs the key and turns it over... only to be met with the DULL CLACK of a dead engine.

CAMERA SWEEPS INTO HIM AS his EYES FLARE with tension...

CLOSE - IGNITION

he turns it, again and again... nothing.

CARTER

looks up...

EXT. TRAIN TRACKS - NIGHT - CARTER'S POV - THE TRAIN

is moments away.

ALEX, CLEAR AND BILLY

assess the situation...

ALEX CLEAR
Get out! Get out of the car! Get out! Get out of the
Get out of the fuckin' car! car!

INT. CARTER'S CAR - NIGHT

As he turns away from them, Carter sees something in the rearview mirror...

CARTER'S POV - REAR VIEW MIRROR

the passing shadow is darker than any surrounding darkness.

CARTER

as if the image has effected him, he looks to his lap belt and CLACKS the button. He tugs at the restraint, but it will not move. He's strapped in.

He tries to open the door... it won't open. He pulls at the door handle... tugs at the seatbelt... panicked. Horrified, he whips towards the others.

CARTER
I can't get out!

EXT. TRAIN TRACKS - NIGHT

Alex, Billy and Clear look at one another, equally frightened...

BILLY
Man, he really is next.

Alex takes off toward...

CARTER'S CAR

Alex hustles around the drivers' side. CAMERA SWEEPS INTO THEM as Alex desperately tries freeing the seatbelt.

THE TRAIN

the WHISTLES SCREAMS!

CLEAR AND BILLY

tense, as the train nears...

ALEX AND CARTER

Alex grabs Carter by the shoulders and strains with all his might to pull the much more muscular kid out of the driver's window.

CLOSE - CARTER'S SEAT BELT

the shadowy presence is reflected by the chrome buckle, however, after it passes... the seat belt begins to TEAR.

ALEX AND CARTER

As CAMERA SWEEPS IN to ALEX and he releases a deep GROAN...

ACROSS THE TRACKS

The train TEARS THROUGH the front end of the muscular car! GLASS and METAL ERUPT as the locomotive THUNDERS THROUGH FRAME.

CLEAR AND BILLY

must turn away from the shower of metal and broken glass.

ALEX AND CARTER

Alex holds Carter by the shirt at the shoulders, dragging him away from the wreckage. The two boys collapse on the road as the trian continues to ROAR PAST...

TRAIN TRACKS

as the heavy train wheels THUNDER and CLACK, a broken two foot long shard of the car's debris BOUNCES upon the tracks, kicked about by the train wheels.

CLEAR AND BILLY

run to the two survivors.

CLEAR

runs and falls into Alex's arms, holding him tight.

ALEX, CLEAR, CARTER AND BILLY

Carter lies on the road, urine stains around his crotch, hyperventilating and near tears.

CLEAR
Scared now?

Carter looks at the piece of seatbelt.

CARTER
It broke!

BILLY
No one's that strong.

CLEAR
(to Carter)
Bullshit. He saved your life...again!

CLOSE - TRAIN WHEELS

continue to kick around the chunk of twisted metal...

RETURN

The THUNDERING TRAIN intensifies the situation...

BILLY
THAT'S RIGHT! HE'S RIGHT! YOU ARE
NEXT! I'M GETTING THE FUCK AWAY FROM
YOU!

Billy begins backing away from the others.

CARTER
SHUT UP, BILLY!

CLEAR
WE DON'T NEED THIS NOW!

Billy continues backing away, horrified.

BILLY
I DON'T NEED IT EVER! GET AWAY FROM
HIM! HE'S NEXT!

CLOSE - TRAIN TRACKS

the debris rattles beneath the wheels...

CARTER AND ALEX

still on the ground...

CARTER
FUCK YOU, BILLY! I'M NOT DEAD!

BILLY

backing away...

BILLY
YOU WILL BE! YOU'RE DEAD! YOU'RE
DEAD!

TRAIN TRACKS

the debris bounces directly on the track. With great power and force, a train wheel runs over the debris, cutting it in half. It catches in the wheel and is spun around until shot out with the force of a missile...

BILLY

BILLY (CONT'D)
AND YOU AIN'T TAKIN' ME WITH YOU!

FWOOP! The metal tears ACROSS FRAME, ripping Billy's head from his
shoulders.

ALEX, CLEAR AND CARTER

The ROAR of the TRAIN seems exaggerated as they are frozen in horrified shock.

EXTREMELY WIDE - ACROSS THE TRACKS

The train CLEARS FRAME and is gone... REVEALING, across the tracks, Alex, Clear and Carter can do nothing but watch Billy's decapitated body macabrely wobbling on its two front feet before falling to the ground.

CARTER
Jesus fucking Christ!

For a beat, there is SILENCE... until, in the distance, SIRENS can be heard, approaching. As Alex stands and Carter manages to rise on wobbly legs... none of them can remove their eyes from Billy's body.

ALEX
(to Carter)
You should have been next. After
Lewton, you should've been next.
That's the only pattern. You should
be dead.

CARTER
You're the fuckin' devil.

ALEX
(to Clear)
But I saved him. I intervened. Just
like the plane. That's the design.

CLEAR
Police are coming.

ALEX
That's why It skipped Carter and
went to the next one in the path
of the explosion; Billy.

Alex looks at Clear as if expiriencing an intense epiphany.

ALEX (CONT'D)
My intervention in the death of 180
surviviors will cheat the design.

CARTER
"Intervention?" What are you, God
now?!

ALEX
Of course not! Gods aren't afraid to
die! Gods don't die! We do!

CLEAR
You're losin' it. The police will be
here. We have to go to the cabin.
You can hide there. Get your head
together.

Alex considers, mind racing... then realizes...

ALEX
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 house, 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 table, dulling any sharp edges. Even though it is sunny outside, all the shades are pulled. The room sits in dark shadows broken by occasional 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 than arm's reach.

Unshaven, a week and a half's growth, and unkept, Alex looks horrible. An 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 himself, 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. CAMERA tensely INCHES IN ON Clear...

CUT TO:

INT. CABIN - NIGHT - CRACK BENEATH DOOR

The resulting THUNDER RUMBLES. A breeze blows beneath the door, carrying some Autumn leaves. CAMERA FOLLOWS 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

rolls 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 thick, rusted old treble and aberdeen 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, careful 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, holds 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 girl's 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 Rivers leans into FRAME. She pauses, gauging their trustworthiness, 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. Clear's 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 a 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 BRAKE to a stop, SKIDDING in the dirt. Sheriffs 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, chain wrapped around the tree. THUNDER 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 CIRCULAR 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 dog's 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' flashlight beams crossing behind him... in pursuit.

Looing back to check the postition of the agents, Alex blindly runs over the lip of a downward slope...

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 its backside.

CLEAR
Run!

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

THE POWER LINE

whips, the frayed wires hitting the puddle of water...

CLEAR

in mid-air, desperately grabs the tire, hanging on, literally for her life. O.S., the dog YELPS. Clear turns back...

CLEAR'S POV - THE DOG

convulses in the small pool of water, burning from the overwhelming amounts of electricity.

CUT TO:

EXT. FOREST - NIGHT - SMALL CREEK

Distant flashlights reflect in a small stream, barely two inches deep. Alex's foot splashes in the water. THUNDER RUMBLES.

ALEX

races along the path of the stream.

SHERIFFS

continue their pursuit through the dark trees.

ABOVE

Lightning CRACKS a tree branch. SPARKS FLY! The tree tumbles down the branches.

ALEX

The thick branch falls from above, landing on top of him. He's knocked to the ground and pinned... face down in the creek.

CAMERA MOVES IN... his nose and mouth, just below the water line, but he cannot move. His eyes flash with panic, as he struggles... battles to move and avoid drowning in two inches of water.

As he struggles in the f.g., Weine and a pair of Sheriffs appear ten yards beyond him. They pause, confused, panning their flashlights across the forest.

WIENE'S POV - FOREST

the lights actually expose the area where Alex lies. From their postition, however, he is covered by the branch and out of sight.

ALEX

struggles to raise his head above the water, chest bursting...

WEINE AND SHERIFFS

believing Alex is not in the area, move ahead into the woods.

CUT TO:

EXT. BACKYARD - CLEAR RIVERS'S HOUSE NIGHT

Clear pulls herself up to a tree branch. Lighting and THUNDER CONTINUE amongst the ARCING, CRACKLING POWER LINES. She searches for an escape.

CLEAR'S POV - THE TREE BRANCH

extends toward the house.

CLEAR

straining in the storm, begins moving up the branch...

CUT TO:
EXT. FOREST - NIGHT - CLOSE - ALEX'S EYES

dart open. Taking a tenth of a second to gather all of his strength, all his courage, he arches his back, pushing with his hands, anything to lift his face out of the stream.

With a DEEP GASP, he does so. Drinking up the air. It appears to infuse him with another blast of adrenaline as he manages to push with his arms and free himself from the pinning tree branch.

He pauses only for a couple gulps of air... and is off.

CUT TO:

EXT. WINDOW - CLEAR RIVER'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Clear leaps from the end of the branch to her window, grabbing the sill awkwardly, she dangles outside the house. With a breath, she pulls herself inside, just as the power line bites, ARCING, at her feet.

CUT TO:

EXT. FOREST - NIGHT

Weine RUNS INTO FRAME, looks around, frustrated...

WEINE
(into radio)
Lost him.

ANOTHER PART OF THE FOREST - SCHRECK

deperately scans the area.

SCHRECK
From the direction... there's only
one place he can heading...

CUT TO:

EXT. CLEAR RIVER'S HOUSE - NIGHT

The power lines strike the rooftop.

INT. CLEAR RIVER'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Clear River's stands in her bedroom just as it fills with blinding blue light. Her television screen BLOWS OUT. Sparks jet across the room. Blasts of FLAME erupt from the electrical outlets. She quickly turns, racing toward the hallway.

INT. HALLWAY - CLEAR RIVER'S HOUSE - NIGHT

CAMERA IS LOW, RACING WITH HER as SPARKS EXPLODE FROM the lamps and electrical outlets. She cuts and leaps three steps at a time down the staircase...

CUT TO:

EXT. EDGE OF THE WOODS/BACKYARD - NIGHT

Alex tears across the fenceless backyards towards Clear's house. Blue ARC light glowing from the front yard.

CUT TO:

INT. GARAGE - CLEAR RIVER'S HOUSE - NIGHT

A mid-eighties Corolla is parked amongst Clear's artwork. A door, adjacent to the kitchen flies open. Clear hustles through, running to the car and entering via the passenger door, for the sake of expediency.

EXT. GARAGE - CLEAR RIVER'S HOUSE - NIGHT

The power lines WHACK angerily against the door.

INT. COROLLA - NIGHT

Clear scoots into the driver's seat. She CLICKS the automatic garage door opener...

GARAGE DOOR OPENER MOTER

connected to a metal arm, attached to the door, remains motionless - there is no power.

INT. COROLLA - NIGHT

Realizing the motor is dead, Clear takes a beat, STARTS THE ENGINE and SHIFTS INTO REVERSE...

EXT. BACKYARD - CLEAR RIVER'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Alex reaches the backyard. CAMERA PUSHES IN as he quickly tries to deduce the deadly situation. HE RUNS OUT OF FRAME...

INT. GARAGE - CLEAR RIVER'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Clear guns the small car in reverse.

GARAGE DOOR

as the rear of the car makes impact with the door...

THE GARAGE OPENER

trembles, the long metal arm collapses, falls...

EXT. GARAGE - CLEAR RIVER'S HOUSE - NIGHT

BAM! In reverse, the Corolla SMASHES through the garage door.

THE METAL ARM
of the garage door opener RIPS through the windshield, locking upon the windshield wiper grille. The other end remains attached to the garage roof interior, essentially acting as an anchor.

INT. COROLLA - NIGHT

The car SHUDDERS, wheels spinning uselessly, as the arm "holds" onto the car.

INT. GARAGE - CLEAR RIVER'S HOUSE - NIGHT - DOOR OPENER MOTER

the screws holding the arm to the ceiling begin to pull away...

A METAL CAN

on a shelf, is rocked as, O.S., the CAR rattles the garage, trying to break free. The can is marked "TURPENTINE: EXTREMELY FLAMMABLE." The can tumbles over the shelf.

GARAGE FLOOR

the can SMACKS on the floor, edgewise, REVREALING the can is sealed tight with a cap.

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

thick cable ARCS, snapping toward the car INTO FRAME.

INT. COROLLA - NIGHT

Foot to the floor, Clear SCREAMS for the car to move.

INT. GARAGE - CLEAR RIVER'S HOUSE - NIGHT - DOOR OPENER MOTOR

pulls away from the ceiling.

EXT. GARAGE - CLEAR RIVER'S HOUSE - NIGHT

The Corolla lurches backward, freed from the grasp of the house.

INT. GARAGE - CLEAR RIVER'S HOUSE - NIGHT

a chunk of the ceiling collapses upon Clear's artworks, including the canvas incorporating a jagged piece of debris from Flight 180. The metal SLAMS to the floor, on top of...

THE CAN OF TURPENTINE

which causes the flammable liquid to stream out, toward the driveway.

EXT. GARAGE - CLEAR RIVER'S HOUSE - NIGHT

As the Corolla lurches away from the house down the sloped driveway...

THE POWER LINE

THUDS upon Clear's car.

INT. COROLLA - NIGHT

An ear splitting CRACKLE. SPARKS FLY! The electrical system of the samll car erupts and the engine dies. The car stops.

EXT. GARAGE - CLEAR RIVER'S HOUSE - NIGHT

From the rear of the house appears Alex. CAMERA SWEEPS IN ON HIM as he reacts to the situation...

ALEX
Don't move!

WIDER

The power line sadistically rests atop the automobile. The exposed end of the cable flutters and whips like a cat's tail, SPARKING, CRACKLING, as it hits the ground.

INT. COROLLA - NIGHT

Clear looks up desperately to Alex.

EXT. GARAGE - CLEAR RIVER'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Alex extends his hands. O.S., CARS approach THUNDEROULSY...

ALEX
You're grounded in the car. Don't
touch anything. DON'T MOVE.

IN THE STREET

The unmarked F.B.I. vehicle and two sheriff patrol cars pull up on the street. Schreck and Weine hustle out of the car.

WEINE
Alex, get away from there!

SCHRECK
Any part of that line touches you,
you're dead.

THE POWER LINE

SNAPS in ALEX'S DIRECTION.

ALEX

lurches back...

THE STREAM OF TURPINTINE

is ignited by a single spark fom the power line. It flows toward the car.

ALEX

backs away, eyes locked with Clear's, assuring she's remaining in the car.

CLEAR

keeps her eyes locked on Alex, watching him. Suddenly, a BURST OF FIRE FLASHES FROM BELOW FRAME...

ALEX

reacts, shocked. He realizes...

WIDER

the underbelly of the Corolla has ignited from the stream of combustible fluid.

SCHRECK AND WEINE

step forward...

THE POWER LINE

atop the car, whips, ARCS, warning everyone away.

IN THE COROLLA

Clear can see the flames, her instinct is to grab the handle to get out.

CLEAR'S POV - GARAGE WALL

The fire roars angrily in the f.g., on the garage wall, however, the shadows do not match that of the flames, rather, the approaching form of Death appears.

ALEX

steps closer...

ALEX
NO!

CAMERA PUSHES IN ON ALEX as he quickly considers, then moves toward the hood of the burning car...

SCHRECK AND WEINE

WEINE
Get back! You'll both die!

ALEX AND CLEAR

hearing this, Alex's mind is made up. He looks to Clear.

ALEX
You know what to do.

CLEAR
No! No! Don't!

ALEX
When I do this.. it'll have skipped
you... and it'll all be over.

At that moment, Clear doesn't understand. She looks to him, scared...

ALEX
You know what to do. I'll always be
with you.

He reaches out and grabs the power line, falling back to pull it away from the hood of the car. The cable ARCS furiously.

COROLLA

Clear opens the driver's side door and runs out, knocked to her feet as behind her the car EXPLODES.

ALEX

is engulfed in the flames.

ALEX'S POV - THE SHADOWS

the edges of the FRAME are collapsing. Alex's face, gray and emotionless appears, yet, before it can transform into decay...

ALEX

through the flames, as if sensing the oncoming horror, defying the image...

ALEX
NO!

He looks toward...

CLEAR - ALEX'S POV

She... is the last sight he'll ever see.

WIDER

The power line ERUPTS! Alex disapears behind the wall of fire and sparks before falling limp on the driveway.

CLEAR

Schreck, Weine and PARAMEDICS rush to the girl. Schreck turns back, calling out to a paramedic, helplessly watching by ther burning car.

SCHRECK
Is he alive?

CLEAR'S EYES

flash open, horrified, answering the question...

THE SKY

a web of LIGHTNING CRACKS across the Heavens, as if Death was making a final angry proclamation.

SCHRECK AND WEINE

CAMERA EASES IN on the agents, exchanging rattled expressions that convey their unease in the proof that Alex was right.

CLEAR - OVERHEAD

As a pair of paramedics work on her, a soft breeze blows across the girl, and only the girl. CAMERA MOVES DOWN TO HER FACE, her eyes opened... welling with tears... seeming to realize... to sense, he is gone.

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INT. DELIVERY ROOM - DAY - CLEAR

SCREAMS, as if reacting to Alex's death, but in actuality it is a reaction to the pain of delivering her child.

DOCTORS AND NURSES

stand between Clear's legs in the stirrups...

DOCTOR
A little more. Little more!

CLEAR

breathes, pushes hard. Alex's parents stand on each side of her, holding her hand, wiping her forehead.

THE DOCTOR

cuts the umbilical cord.

DOCTOR
He's here. A beautiful boy.

CLEAR, KEN AND BARBARA

smile and fight back the tears. Clear begins to laugh euphorically through the tears.

CLEAR
I felt him! When the baby was
born... I felt Alex pass through me...
like the night he died...

Clear lifts her head up, still battling the pain of labor...

CLEAR'S POV - THE BABY

covered in goop, eyes shut... a new life arrives.

DOCTOR

looks at the clock and reprots to an attending nurse. Another nurse cleans up the baby, wieghs him and places him in a hospital bassinet.

DOCTOR
13th of May... 4:25 p.m.

CLEAR, KEN AND BARBARA

Barabra places a cool wet cloth on Clear's forehead...

BARBARA
Exactly a year... to the minute.

Everyone recognizes the eerie, yet beautiful coincidence. Clear leans her haed back, relieved, euphoric...

CLEAR
We beat it, Alex.

Cleaned and wrapped in a swaddling blanket, the baby is placed in the mothers arms. The long retrospective harmonica of Neil Young's "Long May You Run" reprises as Clear looks at the I.D. braclet...

WRIST BRACLET

"Alexander Chance Browning II."

DELIVERY ROOM

CAMERA PULLS BACK. The birthing room is quiet; the people introspective. The doctors. The family. The mother and child. A room of new life, in which, each recalls a life lost.

As "Long May You Run" OVERLAPS...

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. ALEX'S BEDROOM - DAY - FLOWERS

A bright, colorful arrangment of flowers is carefully placed into a vase. CAMERA ADJUSTS to REVEAL Alex's bedroom is now lived in by Clear and the baby. Clear makes the final adjustment in the arrangement, then checks the sleeping baby in the bassinet.

Clear moves to her bed with a book. As she settles in, O.S., a faint RUSTLE. CAMERA INCHES IN ON CLEAR as she looks to...

CLEAR'S POV - THE FLOWERS

a soft breeze causes the petals to flutter...

CLEAR

looks toward...

CLEAR'S POV - THE WINDOWS

which are closed.

CLEAR'S POV - THE FAN

which... is off.

CLEAR

looks across the room...

CLEAR'S POV - THE ROOM

The breeze moves through the flowers... billows the cutains, posters and photos on the wall... until seemingly settling over the bassinet. The lace trim and blankets rustled by the breeze, it is hovering over the child.

CLEAR

CAMERA SETTLES, but her expression does not reflect fear. She knows Alex is here... and she smiles, tears welling in her eyes.

THE BABY

the bassinet trim settles, as if the presence is leaving. Before it fully departs...

CLEAR

the wind softly and rapidly passes over Clear. He smile remains as the room becomes still and her eyes looks across the room.

CLEAR'S POV - ON THE WALL

is a pencil rubbing, like people take away from the Vietnam veteran's Memorial. The name... "ALEX BROWNING..."

CUT TO:

EXT. MT. ABRAHAM HIGH SCHOOL - DAY - CLOSE - MONUMENT

"ALEX BROWNING" is marked in the granite. CAMERA PULLS BACK TO REVEAL the name has been added to the memorial, along with Tod Waggner, Valerie Lewton, Terry Chaney and William Hitchcock.

A hand ENTERS FRAME, fingers hover in space before they gently trace over "Terry Chaney." CAMERA ADJUSTS TO REVEAL Carter Horton, staring at the name. Alone, he allows himself the moment to grieve. Carter glances up to find Clear approaching with the baby in the stroller.

Carter straightens and nods, then begins to walk away. He hesitates, then turns back to Clear.

CARTER
Alex was right.

Clear looks up.

CARTER (CONT'D)
It did skip us.

Clear smiles. As she takes the baby out of the stroller...

CLEAR
I believe... that's what Alex
believed. But how do we know... this
wasn't the design all along?

Clear holds baby Alex up to the monument, showing her son his father's name. Carter stands, watching. CAMERA WIDENS to REVEAL the entire monument against the deep blue sky. At the base in readable, but understandable lettering... "FLIGHT 180."

CAMERA HOLDS as "Long May You Run" CONTINUES... RETURNING each of us to the awaiting darkness.

FADE OUT.


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