Final Destination Page #2

MR. MURNAU

Entendez classe, qu'est ce que

c'est l'announce?

Everyone begrudgingly stops to listen.

AIRPORT P.A. (O.S. CONT'D)

Vous n'etes pas dans l'obligation

de contribuer aux demandes des quemandeurs.

CARTER HORTON:

is the class d*ckhead who mix and matches his role models in the most

superficial manner. His hand is tucked into his girlfriend, TERRY CHANEY'S,

waistband...

CARTER:

(re:
MURNAU)

What the f***'s he want?

Terry, hot now, but with no idea what time will do to her in just five

years, smiles obsequiously and mouths "shh."

P.A. SYSTEM (O.S., CONT'D)

cher aeroport n'est responsable

pour leurs activities.

Mr. Murnau scans the group, his expression looking for an answer. Clear

Rivers keeps her head in her book as...

CLEAR:

The airport doesn't endorse solicitors.

MR. MURNAU

Tres bien, Clear! Tout droit!

She doesn't react. Her expression remains cool as Murnau leads the

procession forward. The boys continue. Alex sighs...

ALEX:

Fuh-ck, do we have to put

up with that sh*t the whole time.

A hand reaches out to gently detain Alex. He looks up to find a HARE

KRISHANA, dressed in everyday clothes, but head shaved and a mark on his

nose.

HARE KRISHANA:

Death is not the end.

CAMARA PUSHES IN ON ALEX... unsettled by the soft spoken, yet ominous,

"Solicitation." The Krishana offers a small book, REALITY BEYOND THE MATTER:

VAISHNAVA PHILOSOPHY.

As he hands the book to Alex, a female form ENTERS FRAME between them. The

women is MISS VALERIE LEWTON, 30, a feisty English teacher whose figure

inspires all the boys' fantasies.

MS. LEWTON

It will be for you if you harass

my students.

She places a hand on Alex's shoulder, herding him to the group.

HARE KRISHANA:

(pissy)

Hare Rama.

Ms. Lewton turns and, while walking backward, flashes a smile...

MS. LEWTON

(mouths)

F*** off.

As she turns her back and continues down the terminal...

CUT TO:

INT. CHECK IN DESK - AIRPORT - DAY

Alex's passport and ticket are set INTO FRAME and picked up by a female

TICKET CLERK. Alex waits as she busily types into the computer and checks

his passport...

TICKET CLERK:

I have a few questions to ask

you , this afternoon.

O.S., LOUD, EXAGGERATED plastic tiles rapidly CLICK and CLACK

TICKET CLERK (CONT'D)

Did you pack these bags yourself?

The CLACKING CONTINUES, demading Alex's attention. His eyes turn forward.

ALEX'S POV - THE FLIGHT INFORMATION BOARD

Plastic tabs CLACK rapidly, settling on the word... "CANCELLED."

ALEX:

CAMARA CREEPS IN on his dawning paranoia...

TICKET CLERK (CONT'D, O.S.)

Have your belongings remained in your

possession the entire time?

Alex absently nods. Again, O.S., CLACK CLACK CLACK. His eyes move to...

ALEX'S POV - (TIGHTER) - FLIGHT INFORMATION BOARD

The plastic tabs FLIP and CLACK rapidly, stopping on... "DEPARTED."

TICKET DESK:

Alex is still considering the "messages..."

TICKET CLERK:

Have you recieved any packages

from persons unknown to you?

Alex quickly runs the day through his head and flashes her the REALITY

BEYOND MATTER book. She smiles, then leans over toward the baggage scales.

Alex's eyes turn toward...

CLOSE - (MOTION SLOWED)- ALEX"S LUGGAGE

a new airline I.D. marker is attached to his bag.

RETURN:

Alex eyes the new tag hoping it's "good luck." As the clerk returns his

ticket and passport... CLACK, CLACK, CLACK.

TICKET CLERK:

Same as your birthday.

Alex is puzzeled by the comment. He shakes his head if, "pardon me?" CAMARA

INCHES INTO the ticket clerk gesturing pleasantly to the passport and

ticket...

TICKET CLERK (CONT'D)

April 25th. Four-twenty-five...

your birthday is the same as your

departure time.

CLACK. CLACK. CLACK. Alex's eyes flash toward...

ALEX'S POV - (Full FRAME) - FLIGHT INFORMATION BOARD

the title settles upon... "TERMINAL."

CUT TO:

INT. SECURITY AREA - AIRPORT - MONITOR

The ghastly green and reds of the X-ray monitors flash as carry on bags

flash through the machine. CAMARA MOVES COUNTER to the direstion of the

conveyor belt. The pace and excitement of the collective group escalates as

departure approaches.

Carter Horton and his girlfriend, Terry, take cuts in line with smug,

bullying expressions. Unseen by the chaperones, no student, has the nerve to

protest Carters action. Alex, Tod, George and BILLY HITCHCOCK, heavy set

with a New York Rangers jersey watches Carter and Terry with disgust.

BILLY:

I can't believe they let that d*ckhead

on this trip.

GEORGE:

His parents bought a ton of those trip

certificates we had to sell, just

to get him out of their hair for ten days.

Excited, Tod speaks in a convert tone over Alex's shoulder.

TOD:

Dude, I so worked the ticket clerk

so your sittin' next to Christa and

I'm next to Blake.

Alex looks up ahead of the metal detectors...

ALEX'S POV - TWO GIRLS

Attractive and they know it, CHRISTA MARSH and BLAKE DREYER appear clearly

out of Alex and Tod's league.

TOD (CONT'D)

That's seven hours and most of

it is in the dark.

ALEX AND TOD:

The boys dump their change in a plastic bowls...

TOD:

Dude, if we don't get someone

going on thif flight, we should

just call Dr. Kervorkian and put

ourselves out of our fuckn' misery.

As Alex and Tod pass through the metal detector, their eyes performing

reconnaissance on Christa and Blake, the opening drum BLASTS of Boingo's "No

One Lives Forever" OVERLAPS...

CUT TO:

INT. AIRLINE GATE - AIRPORT - AFTERNOON - CLOSE - GATE 39

CAMERA ADJUSTS from the sign indicating GATE 39. The class is squirrely and

excited. Mr. Murnau, Ms. Lewton, and the parent chaperones are allowing kids

to burn off steam at the gate, hoping for a calm flight.

CAMERA MOVES ALONG the awaiting passengers... Carter and Terry are making

out, a step away from heavy petting...

Blake and Christa are flipping through Parisian fashion magizines... Billy

Hitchcock lays into a Burrito Supreme...

CAMERA MOVES to an empty seat. Clear Rivers ENTERS FRAME and sits,

struggling with her Walkman, coffee, books, and a cassette box handmarked

"Boingo" (a cheat the We hear the song)

As she places her stuff on the unoccupied seat beside her, a Paris guidebook

falls on the floor, opened but face down. A passing, unidentified, student

reaches down and hands her the book, still open and face down.

CLEAR:

Thanks.

The student continues down toward the observation deck. Clear looks at the

opened guidebook.

CLEAR'S POV - GUIDEBOOK

Princess Di's Mercedes is totaled in a Paris tunnel. Besides the photo are

two portraits of Diana and Dodi Al Fayed.

CLEAR:

CAMERA INCHES IN as she shakes off a shiver down her spine. She looks up

from the book toward the student who handed it to her, the identity of which

is fully REVEALED to be Alex Browning.

He stands at the gate window, looking out at the plane.

ALEX'S POV - 747

It is raining. In the distance, MUFFLED THUNDER RUMBLES.

CAMERA CREEPS AWAY from the plane... huge, seemingly incapable of flight and

yet we unquestioningly trust our lives in this machine. Emotionless. Cold.

Lifeless, and yet soon full of life.

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