"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.
CUT TO:
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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