Final Destination 3 Page #3
with me for a while?
You know I will.
You...
keep this now...
and I'll get it
when I come see you.
Oh. And... hey,
how 'bout on your end?
Can I use the school camera
for graduation tonight?
Yeah. As long as you bring it back
to school on Monday.
Done.
Oh. Um...
Actually, the battery is pretty low...
so why don't you go get ready,
and I'll recharge it a bit.
Cool.
In a hurry, Yuri.
Sorry, sorry.
Cell phone signal is sh*t in here.
mess with signal.
I must go outside.
Why don't you just use that phone?
I would, but she talks forever,
then my boss gives me sh*t.
Sh*t. That's her.
Ohh!
You know what? Just go outside.
We can deal with this ourselves.
OK.
Hey. No drinks in the room
this time, OK?
Good.
What are you doing?
Nobody is walking in here
and seein' me naked.
Oh, my God.
Dude, he said no drinks.
If you spill that sh*t...
up like last time.
Mmm!
Happy, beyotch?
Nothing to spill.
Why does Yuri keep it
so cold in here?
Maybe it's supposed to be colder
for the machines or whatever.
Oh, a few degrees won't hurt.
Sh*t! I forgot my iPod.
Sucks, b*tch.
They got CDs.
Ew. Celine?
Britney?
Dude, are we like the only cool people
that come here or what?
Uh, yeah.
Ugh. Whatever.
Why are you wearing underwear?
Steinmetz says
he gets off on tan lines.
All right.
# Of love #
# Say what? #
# Ooh ooh ooh #
# Right #
# Of love #
# Ooh ooh ooh #
# Wow wow wow #
# Ooh ooh ooh #
# I #
# Huh, huh #
# I'm gonna ride, girl #
# Yeah #
# Whoo-hoo-hoo #
# Wow, yeah #
# Huh huh #
# Ow #
# Oh, oh #
Whoo.
# Love roller coaster, girl #
# Lovin' you
Camera charged?
Oh, um, sorry,
the battery's totally dead.
Camera's not working. Sorry.
Look, Julie, I need a minute, OK?
Like private.
# That feels nice,
roller coaster #
# One more time #
Ugh.
It's way too warm in here now, huh?
I f***ed up.
I set it too hot in here.
Huh?
Ow! Aah!
Hello?
- Hey, Ashley, it's Wendy...
- Psych! Leave a message.
Hi, Ashley, this is Wendy.
Gimme a call whenever
you guys are done.
Aah!
And thanks again for the invite.
- Someone help!
- Aah!
Sorry I was too late.
Aah!
Aah! Aah!
Aah! Aah! Aah!
Aah! Aah! Aah!
Aah! Aah!
Oh! Oh!
Oh! Aah!
Aaah! Aaah!
Hey, open the door!
Help me!
Aah!
Aah!
Aah!
We may feel that our lives
are not our own.
That Death controls,
frames our lives.
Our birth's nothing
but death begun.
Yet, whether it is with
this tragic loss of young lives...
which we have
suffered much of late...
or with the soft passing
of the elderly in the night...
we are all equal in Death's eyes.
"Equal in Death's eyes?"
All of us?
How can you say that?
Shut up, McKinley.
Dude, think it through.
Charlie Manson made it to 70.
- Osama? Still kickin'.
- Let's go.
Pimps, vice-presidents
walking around.
- All the atrocities they've committed...
- Let's just go. Come on.
they're alive and well.
These two girls, who'd never
done sh*t to anybody...
- Shh!
- they don't get to make it to 18?
Where's the f***ing
equality in that?
- What?
- Come on, man.
I can... Yeah. Fine.
Fine. All right. All right.
I'm fine. All right.
That's crazy.
Those of you who would like
to pay a final remembrance...
please step forward at this time.
I so feel this is so my fault.
How could it possibly be your fault?
Seein' women as nothin' but fun bags.
I mean... if I'd've seen their...
whatever... humanity...
they wouldn't have felt
the pressure to look so good.
Impress Franklin Cheeks.
Go on diets. Deodorize.
Stretch. Tan.
Don't be down, Frankie.
Be proud of your ability
to make everything...
that happens somehow
God!
Yo, man.
These things really suck, man.
F***ing boring.
Hey, if you ever have
to come to my funeral...
man, bring me a PSP or somethin'.
'Least I have somethin' to do then.
Whew.
Hello?
I'm with J.
What are you doing up here
in the nosebleeds?
You know, I could've
gotten you second row.
I didn't want to upset
anyone by being there.
And I wondered if
maybe here I could feel J's...
spirit or presence or...
whatever.
But now that I'm here...
if there's any place that makes me feel
like there's no life after death...
it's a cemetery.
Yeah, I haven't felt
Carrie's spirit either.
And I've tried.
Real hard. Heh.
I thought maybe
he's been with me since...
that night...
before I got on the ride...
Jason said...
God, and it was just
to get me on the ride...
he said...
"Your fear is from a sense
of having no control."
And I've felt that fear
since the moment he said it.
caused the hallucination...
but this fear is more
than just being scared.
It's like a presence.
Like a living thing
always with me.
You think it's J?
No, I know it's not.
This presence is the opposite
of how J made me feel.
It's cold and terrifying.
That's the last photograph
Lincoln posed for.
The photographic plate
was broken...
causing a line
that can't be removed.
Exactly where he was shot.
Look. See the shadow?
But what do these pictures
have to do with us?
Look. This occurred
one year to the day...
of the Flight 180 disaster.
Look at the road sign.
Look, I guess you came
to me with this...
because I'm responsible
for putting this in your head...
with the Flight 180 thing.
And it did happen,
and it may be occurring here...
but you can't believe
every weird thing out there...
because you're desperate
for an answer.
I took these.
That night.
These?
Are these it?
Oh, sh*t.
Oh... sh*t.
Ohh.
Whoa, whoa, hey.
You all right?
When was the last time you ate?
I don't remember.
All right, come on. I'll drive.
died in accidents...
in the order they would've died
if they'd have stayed on the plane.
OK?
So if this is that, then...
then Frankie was behind
Ashlyn and Ashley.
When I saw Ashley
and Ashlyn's picture...
I felt this instinct.
Like there was a hint
in the picture. I even...
I even called to see if
I could keep them from going.
Well, what's
Frankie's picture look like?
It's right here.
- You got it?
- Yeah.
- Wait! Watch out!
- Oh!
Hey! Hey! Are you crazy?
Sorry!
All right,
let's just eat over there.
And go through
the drive through.
I don't want anyone hearing
what we're talking about.
Well, it's nice to see
that things haven't made you...
any less of a control freak.
- You got it?
- Yeah, all right.
Here's Frank's picture.
All right.
Well, this is obvious.
He's falling off a ladder.
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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