Final Destination 5 Page #5

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look a... little bit upset.

Yeah! Yeah... Just

Rough couple of days.

Yeah.

Yeah... For everyone.

For some, more than others.

- Do you mind if I come in?

- Oh...

Yeah. Of course. Come in.

Here. Have a seat.

Thanks.

Hey, Peter?

Hi, Molly.

Peter? Can I get you anything to eat?

- I can find. Make you some pasta.

- Ah... No!

No... I'm good.

Ah... Thank you.

Ah... I'm sorry.

I... I just thought

Peter, it's good that you're here.

You shouldn't be alone right now.

Yeah. You know I'm surprised

that I'm here at all.

I was still alive. I mean.

I'm next to go. Right?

It's me and then you. Isn't it?

Anyways. I... I was up all night.

You know.

Thinking about if I could really do it.

Do what?

Take someone else's life.

If I could actually kill some stranger.

Replace.

Their life with my own?

And I thought about it.

And the

I convince myself that

Yeah, I could.

So, I went on a walk.

You know. No where in particular but...

Every opportunity would just present itself.

Like... like clockwork.

I just grab somebody and

And pull them into the alley.

Or...

Just shove somebody off curb into traffic.

You know.

Be real easy.

Peter, what did you do?

Did you...?

No! I didn't.

I could have.

I realised that

I couldn't kill somebody

that didn't deserve to die.

I thought about Candice.

I thought...

Wait a minute.

Candice, didn't deserve to die.

Olivia didn't. Dennis didn't.

I don't!

Do I?

No...

Of course, you don't.

Well.

None of us. Deserve to die than...

Why is it?

That you deserve to live. Molly?

You said it yourself.

You don't.

Go!

Repeat! Shots fired.

Requesting backup.

At 10 twenty six, Washington.

Hide...

... when you can, go!

- Okay...

Not done yet, Sam.

Where is she?

Where is she!?

I'm not going to let

you hurt her, Peter.

You're gonna have to kill me first.

That doesn't do me any good.

Death's after you too.

This is crazy, Peter.

Don't do this!

Just think for a minute. Alright?

You are not a killer.

I don't wanna kill anybody, Sam.

I don't wanna die yet either!

It's not your time yet.

Don't worry, Molly.

I didn't kill him!

But I didn't need to!

Molly! Because...

Because Death...

Is gonna do that for me.

Doesnt mean I can't help.

That's it.

Are you okay?

What's going on?

It's Peter. He has a gun.

Oh my god.

You... you killed him.

It's Sam's turn.

Peter?

Just go.

You have Block's life.

You're safe now.

Please...

It's alright, Molly.

But you just witnessed a

murder of a Federal agent.

And I'm not going to spend

my life I've just earned.

In prison.

Molly! Go!

Go get help!

Tell Candice.

I love her.

Peter.

It's gone.

You killed him.

So does that mean I get Block's life?

Yeah...

Guess I do.

Hey! Do you mind if I take the window seat?

Are you kidding me? You're going to

make me sit in the middle seat?

Ah huh.

I'm like twice your size.

Not really.

Alright.

Get off the plane!

Get off the plane!

What's all that about?

I have no idea.

Ladies and Gentlemen.

We'll be pulling away from the gate.

As soon...

Here we go.

The cabin lights have

been dimmed for takeoff.

"Dust in the wind..."

Sorry about that.

Oh, excuse me...

Those passengers who

gone off the plane earlier.

What was that all about?

A kid had a panic attack.

And wanted off the plane.

Said he had some kind of vision.

No...

Oh my god!

Sam.

I got you!

Sam!

Molly, hold on!

No!

Nice of you to come, Nathan.

- I know, Roy wasn't the easiest guy to work with.

- Yeah.

You know.

I still can't believe he's gone. You know.

Yeah. Yeah no kidding.

I guess it's for the best.

What do you mean?

Company did an autopsy

for insurance purposes.

Turns out Roy had an enlarged blood vessel in his brain so big.

It's about to burst.

He said he'll be dead any day now.

Any day?

Life's a b*tch.

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