Final Destination Page #8

As he speaks, the sunlight suddenly turns to shadow.

ALEX:

looks up at the sky...

THE SKY - ALEX'S POV

Within the deep blue, a single black cloud blocks the sun.

ALEX:

CAMERA INCHES IN as, troubled, he looks back to Tod...

TOD:

as he continues to read...

TOD (CONT'D)

It never occurs to us that it

has any connection with the day

already begun or that death could

arrive this same afternoon.

CUT TO:

EXT. WAGGNER HOUSE - NIGHT - ESTABLISHING

Storm clouds devour a waxing crescent moon above a modest home set amongst

the edge of the woods.

TOD (V.O., CONT'D)

This afternoon... which is so certain...

and which has every hour filled in

advance.

INT. LIVING ROOM - WAGGNER HOUSE - NIGHT

A lone light glows. Jerry Waggner has fallen asleep, perhaps passed out,

reclined in "dad's chair." Tod's mother is asleep on the sofa, balls of

tissue on the floor. Tod enters the room and stares sadly at his parents...

Tod picks up a glass and swigs the remainder of his father's scotch before

moving off and climbing the stairs.

CUT TO:

INT. ALEX'S BEDROOM - NIGHT - CLOSE - TABLE FAN

swivels as it distributes it's breeze.

ALEX:

sits at his desk, dark circles beneath his eyes. Swamping the desk are

printouts of Internet Web pages and newspaper articles concerning the crash

of Flight 180, forensic engineering textbooks, NTSB reports on past airline

disasters and... REALITY BEYOND MATTER: Vaishnava Philosophy.

Alex studies his mountain of research, increasingly obsessed.

An O.S. paper FLUTTER draws his attention to the newspaper being blown by

the fan. He reaches out and grabs it. Headlines and photos report on the

memorial service.

CAMERA PUSHES IN as he sighs, troubled...

ALEX'S POV - NEWSPHOTO

Clear Rivers sits in her seat, legs crossed, alluring and sexy and

mysterious.

ALEX:

closes the paper, puzzeled by his reaction. He shakes it off and throws the

paper on the desk. Alex considers for a beat, then pulls open a lower

drawer. Digging through the mess inside, he finds his stash... the April

1997 issue of Penthouse.

CUT TO:

INT. BATHROOM - WAGGNER HOUSE - NIGHT

Alight CLICKS on REVEALING an old, '20's built bathroom. The toilet is

beside the bathtub/shower, with just anough knee space to the counter

cabinets when one lifts the toilet.

Tod puts the lid down and UNSNAPS his jeans. As he turns, pulls his pants

down and sits, CAMERA MOVES to the CURTAINS... still... until a cold soft

breeze causes them to billow. CAMERA FOLLOWS the windas it CONTINUES into

the room, rippling across shower curtains.

As the breeze passes Tod, he pause... as if sensing, but not

understanding... this is more than a wayward autumn breeze. He moves to

close the window, however, CAMERA CONTINUES as the air makes ITS way to the

door.

The door is softly pushed closed by the breeze.

BACK OF THE TOILET TANK

Tod sits, back to CAMERA, which CRANES DOWN the tank, STOPPING behind the

locking nut and water line pipe.

As the toilet FLUSHES O.S., CAMERA NOW INTO the locking nut, which begins to

slightly rattle. Drips of water stream from the tank onto the floor.

CUT TO:

INT. ALEX'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Alex flips the magizine open to a centerfold.

PENTHOUSE PICTORIAL

The model's pose and expression tempt Alex towards the momentary respite

form his troubles. The caption beneath the centerfold pictorial reads,

"Tymme Has Come Today!"

ALEX:

considers the repsrts on the Flight 180 crash, then returns his attention to

the magizine. He unzips his pants, then pauses... his eyes returning

hesitantly to the newspaper photo of Clear...

CUT TO:

INT. BATHROOM - WAGGNER HOUSE - NIGHT- CLOSE- RAZOR BLADE

waits on the counter. CAMERA PULLS AWAY as Tod picks it up. He looks at his

face in the mirror, as if behind him... a black indiscernible form, like a

shadow, however, actually a presence incapable of reflecting light.

Tod whips around...

a puddle forms, creeping toward the heel of Tod's stocking feet.

TOD:

turns on the faucet and grabs this toothbrush, squeezing paste onto the

bristles.

CLOSE - FAUCET

the f.g. running water is out of FOCUS. In the b.g. sits an unplugged

radio.

TOD:

notes the radio. CAMERA FLLOWS HIS HAND as he grabs the plug.

THE PUDDLE ON THE FLOOR

grows closer to his foot...

ELECTRICAL SOCKET

the radio plug is inserted.

TOD:

turns on the radio...

JOHN DENVER (V.O.)

And they say that he got crazy

once and he tried to touch the sun.

spooked, quickly turns it off, unplugs it and pushes it aside.

THE PUDDLE ON THE FLOOR

continues to grow...

CUT TO:

INT. ALEX'S BEDROOM - NIGHT - NEWSPHOTO - CLEAR RIVERS

Odd, how one can appear so erotic at a funeral.

ALEX:

studies the photograph, then notices the rose she gave him. Succumbing to

guilt, feeling like the freak of all teenagers believe they are, Alex sets

the paper back on the desk. He grabs the Penthouse and turns, opening the

desk drawer in order to return the magizine, however...

A LOUD BANG turns Alex's head to the window!

ALEX'S POV - WINDOW

An OWL has apparently smashed into the window, awkwardly flapping it's large

wings, then turns it's head toward Alex, large yellow eyes shining like an

alien creature.

WIDER:

Startled, Alex reflexively throws the Penthouse across the room, pages

tearing as it hits the sill. The giant bird flies off.

THE TABLE FAN:

swivels, a page catching in the whirling blades.

A PIECE OF PAPER

torn form the magizine flits across the room.

ALEX:

CAMERA INCHES IN ON HIM as the piece of paper ENTERS FRAME, floating and

flitting until landing on his knee. He picks it up and turns it over...

ALEX'S POV - PIECE OF PAPER

is torn in such a manner that the only lettlers remaining from the

centerfold's caption are "...Tod..."

CUT TO:

INT. BATHROOM - WAGGNER HOUSE - NIGHT - SHOWER CURTAIN

is pulled aside REVEALING two pairs of Linda Waggner's nylons drying on a

retractable clothesline.

THE PUDDLE ON THE FLOOR

his foot slips...

TOD:

fals foward.

THE RETRACTABLE CLOTHESLINE

retracts! WHIPPING wildly!

THE SOAP DISH:

Tod's hand tries to grab anything to hold him. His hand slips, knocking over

a bottle of shampoo.

TOD'S NECK

the thin clothesline coils around his neck. The plastic anchor wraps beneath

the cord, essentially creating a noose.

PUDDLE ON THE FLOOR

He slips again.

TOD:

falls against the back wall of the shower stall, pulled by the restracting

wire. He kicks with his feet, desperately trying to gain a footing.

SHOWER HEAD - TOD'S POV

quickly, reflected in the chrome... the dark shadow approaches...

BATHTUB:

Tod's feet slip in the slick shampoo and water.

CLOSE - TOD'S EYES

flare. Blood vessels burst. He GROANS, attempting to call out.

THE BATHROOM DOOR

is closed

INT. LIVING ROOM - WAGGNER HOUSE - NIGHT

Tod's parents remain asleep. O.S., a FAINT MUFFLE can be HEARD.

INT. BATHROOM - WAGGNER HOUSE - NIGHT - CLOSE - TOD'S NECK

his hands tear at his flesh, desperately trying to pull the cord from his

neck.

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