Final Destination Page #14

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, frusterated 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 sats 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.

(composes)

You're outta here. Pretty soon...

you'll be gone.

Opening the refrigerator frezzer, she grabs some ice and 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 MONITER VENT

... fluid drips inside the circuitry.

MS. LEWTON

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

CLOSE - COFFE 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 turntabel 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

the 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 Presense. 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 an 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 ctlery 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...

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