Final Destination Page #9

TOD'S EYES

dart desperatlely toward the counter.

ON THE COUNTER:

a pair of nose hair scissors.

TOD:

CHOCKING, GASPING, face turning purple, reaches for the counter.

ON THE COUNTER:

Tod's hand ENTER FRAME. The scissors, sadistically just out of reach.

TOD'S FACE

FALL INTO FRAME, suspended by the cord, propped against the back wall of the

shower stall, his bluish purple tongue grotesquely justs from his mouth.

TOD'S POV - DEATH

all four edges of FRAME appear to collapse as if by weight of the darkness

until forming a myopic center. Then, from within the center... appears Tod's

face. Although the expression is serene the pallor is grayish, until...

suddnely, shockingly... Tod's face decays, as if ten years of rot in the

grave is compressed into 72 FRAMES.

TOD:

The moment of realization...

HIS FEET:

kick upon the slippery basin. After a beat... they stop.

TOD:

As his body settles... dies... CAMERA PULLS AWAY fully revealing his

lifeless form. Once behind the toilet tank, CAMERA CRANES DOWN to the floor.

The water eerily retreats from the floor, slipping back toward the base of

the toilet and like a murderer, slips out of the night.

CUT TO:

EXT. WAGGNER HOUSE - LATER - CLOSE - SIREN LIGHTS

whirls and flash INTO CAMERA. CAMERA CRANES DOWN, ADJUSTING to REVEAL a

Paramedics vehicle, a Sullivan County, N.Y. Sheriff's patrol car and

unmarked sedan.

CAMERA CONTINUES MOVING UNTIL REVEALING Alex Browning racing down the

sidewalk. He runs into a CLOSE-UP, sweating, out of breath, expression

horrified as he takes in the scene before him.

SPECIAL AGENTS SCHRECK WEINE

stand in the front yard. Scgreck subtly redirects Weine's attention

toward...

ALEX - SPECIAL AGENT'S POV

The boy franically moves to a paramedic.

ALEX:

What happened? Is Tod alright?

SCHRECK AND WEINE

hearing this, they turn to one another, with an expression suggesting a

deepening suspicion.

ALEX:

sees the officers. Assuming they are sympathetic to his concern, he starts

toward them, until...

CLEAR (O.S.)

Alex!

Alex stops, looks around. Behind the tree and in the shadows of the adjusent

house, stands Clear Rivers.

CLEAR (CONT'D)

(a warning)

Get outta here!

CAMERA PUSHES INTO ALEX, stunned, but before he can ask any further

questions, a METALLIC CLACKING draws his attention back toward the house.

ALEX'S POV - A COVERED GURNEY

is rolled out of the front door by paramedics and an official with a jacket

marked "CORONER," Behind the body follows Tod's father. He pauses in the

doorway as he spots Alex in the front yard.

ALEX:

is pale, nauseous. His eyes follow his friends dead body as it is rolled

toward the paramedics vehicle. Tod's father approaches Alex, the agents

stand nearby.

ALEX:

What... what happened?

Mr. Waggner glares at Alex, accusingly.

MR. WAGGNER

Didn't you... "see" it?

Alex is stung, guilty. He averts his eyes. Schreck and Weine note this

reaction.

MR. WAGGNER (CONT'D)

Couldn't you "predict" it?

Couldn't you read his mind?

Alex remains silent, hurt.

ALEX:

Mr. Waggner...

MR. WAGGNER

You caused Tod so much guilt

over George staying on the plane

that...

(breaking down)

He tooks is own life.

Alex is stunned, defensive

ALEX:

He wouldn't do it!

Mr. Waggner turns toward the paramedics van, as if "there's the proof."

ALEX:

He... he told me we would be friends

agian after you got better. After you

got over George. Why would he make plans

for the future if he were planning on

killing himself?

MR. WAGGNER

All my wife and I will ever know is we

wouldn't have lost our youngest son... if

you told our oldest to get off the plane.

Alex is rocked as if having taken a punch to the face. Mr. Waggner begins to

walk toward the peramedics vehicle. Alex eyes the F.B.I. agents, who, after

studying beat, turn and move toward their vehicle.

The gathered spectators begin whispering to one another, clearly about Alex,

causing him to search for, what appears to be, his only ally, Clear Rivers.

ALEX'S POV - ADJACENT YARD

Clear is gone.

FRONT YARD:

everyone has moved away from Alex, leaving him very alone. Alex's eyes

remained locked on the peramedics' vehicle. As the ambulance doors CLOSE on

the body of his best friend...

CUT TO:

EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD - DAY - CLOSE - LEAVES ON TREES

A soft summer breeze passes through the leaves on a tree. A yellow leaf

drops from the branch and flutters to the ground. CAMERA FOLLOWS until it

falls upon an old cracked sidewalk.

A pair of worn Nikes ENTER FRAME just as the leaf drops before them. The

feet and CAMERA HOLD until CRANING UP to REVEAL Alex, staring at the leaf

with an expression reminiscent of the torn paper's message about "...Tod."

CLEAR (O.S.)

Almost Autumn.

Alex looks off toward a small unkept house, nestled at the edge of the

woods. In the open garage stands Clear Rivers amonst cluttered artwork,

supplies and tools. Her t-shirt's sleeves have been cut off and neck-line

cut low. Her jeans have a revealing hole at the spot which once was a back

pocket. She wears heav black work shoes. A dog rests nearby on the floor.

ALEX:

It's only the end of June.

CLEAR:

(shrugs)

Yeah, but everthing's always in

transition. If you focus, even

now, one week into summer... you

can feel Autumn coming.

(beat)

Almost like bein' able... to see

the future.

Alex reads her intention loud and clear. She returns to her artwork. The dog

GROWLS softly as Alex appraches the garage.

INT/EXT. GARAGE - CLEAR RIVERS' HOUSE - DAY

Entering the garage, Alex gets a closer look at her artwork. It's abstract

sculpture and canvas work and pretty bad, at that.

CLEAR:

Know what this is?

She gestures to him to approach her. He tenses awkward, but moves closer.

Clear lifts a plastic cover off a canvas. Beneath is a mess of green and

brown and orange; teen angst poorly communicated. Glued to the center is a

twisted piece of metal.

ALEX:

Like, um... you're mad about

something?

She sighs, "thanks a lot," then proud, but not enough to make her appear

foolish over her bad artwork, indicates the metal.

CLEAR:

A piece of debris... from the

plane. I went to the shore off

the crash site and it washed up

the beach.

ALEX:

You went there? I've wanted to

go there, but I thought It was

off limits.

CLEAR:

It is. But that didn't stop me.

Shouldn't stop you.

Alex gently touches the piece of the plane, almost expecting to feel

something more than cold metal. He looks to Clear...

ALEX:

Why were you there last night?

While she cleans brushes with a can of turpentine...

CLEAR:

Look, I've seen enough T.V. to know,

the F.B.I. doesn't investigate teen

suicides. But they were there last night,

that means; one, they still don't have a

clue what caused the crash. Two, they haven't

ruled out anything. And the fact that seven

people got off the plane is probably weird

enough, not to mention, that one of those

people had a vision, or whatever, of it exploding

minutes before it did explode, is highly

suspicious. And it doesn't help that the

visionaries' friend just committed suicide.

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