Final Destination 2

Tomorrow marks

the one year anniversary

since Velez Air Flight 180

exploded and crashed

shortly after takeoff

from JFK Airport.

It's a disaster

that's affected many.

None more so than

Mt Abraham High School,

which lost 40 students and four

faculty members in the crash.

But it was the events

after the crash

that has turned this tragic story

into something even stranger.

The survivors who managed

to get off the plane before it crashed

died soon thereafter

in a series

of mysterious

and bizarre accidents.

Now, to some, these deaths

are just tragic coincidences,

but to others,

they're an indication

that there are more

sinister events taking place.

That's the contention

of tonight's guest.

Thank you for joining us

this evening.

Thank you for having me.

And I appreciate you using

the word sinister.

Most people say supernatural

because they think I'm talking

about ghosts and witches

and stuff like that.

Here's your chance

to set the record straight.

Great. Okay.

I believe that there's

a sort of force,

an unseen malevolent

presence...

that's all around us

every day.

And it determines

when we live and die.

And some people call

this force the devil,

but I think that

whole religious thing is...

so I prefer to call it

Death itself.

So I'm surrounded by Death?

Absolutely. Absolutely.

Every day, everywhere,

all the time.

And that's what I want people

to understand...

that Death

has this grand design

that we all fit into.

So when Alex Browning

got off that plane

and took the other

survivors with him,

he basically screwed up

Death's plan.

And that's what I'm trying

to warn people about.

And the fact that all

of the survivors have died

is your evidence of this?

Well, it's not so much

that the survivors died,

but it's the way

that they died.

I mean, there were

so many weird,

seemingly random things

about the way they died.

It just didn't

make sense.

And that's the proof

there's something out there...

Wait, that's not proof.

That is your interpretation

of events that can't be proven

in order to support your ideas.

Kimberly.

You should be more

open-minded...

What happened after that

was just coincidence.

May I finish?

Mere coincidence would have

one or two of these kids die.

But not all of them

including their teachers.

Yes, but people die

all the time,

so why should this be

any different?

It forced people

to question

these so-called

everyday coincidences.

What if they

were something more?

What if you could do

something about it?

Please, are you listening

to yourself? This is crazy.

You're saying we should be on guard

every morning when we leave the house?

That's exactly what

I'm saying.

Exactly it.

And in order

to survive...

the only way to survive

is to look beneath

the visible world.

Because in the end no one

can escape death.

And today may be

your day to die.

Okay, I'll call you.

Kimberly, are you sure

you've got everything?

Credit card,

cell phone, Triple-A card?

Dad, it's Daytona,

not Somalia.

Alright. Fix-a-flat, road flares,

sunblock, mace?

Condoms,

whips, chains.

Just kidding,

Mr Corman.

Don't worry,

I'll keep an eye on her.

That makes me feel

a lot better, thanks.

- Okay.

- Alrighty.

Can we go get the guys?

I'm getting horny.

Go on.

Okay, I'll call you.

Whips and chains.

That's nice.

Whatever,

your dad's cool.

Buckle up!

Watch it!

- Oh, easy, Kimmy. First year of driving?

- Sorry.

- Oh my God.

- F***ing freak.

Yo, Dano,

shouldn't we help your mum?

Good one, man.

You're hilarious.

You're not getting any of my weed.

Nothing.

Whatever.

What are we going to do

in Daytona?

We're going to see lots

of honeys there.

We're gonna get drunk, we're gonna smoke

this big 'El Gagerero,'

We're gonna have this

awesome party...

Pileup! Pileup!

A candlelight vigil to mark

the one year anniversary

of the crash of Flight 180

will be held at 8:00 P.M. Tonight

at the Mt Abraham

high school auditorium.

.' Highway to hell... .'

Oh my God.

- Hello?

- Hey, Kimberly, it's Dad.

- Hey, what's up?

- Your car's leaking transmission fluid.

- So I want you to get it checked right away.

- Okay, yeah.

I'll do that.

I mean it. Take care of it.

- Is that someone coughing?

- Yeah, okay.

I'll take care of it.

I'll talk to you later.

- I love you.

- Bye, honey.

- What did you do?

- Look at those titties!

- Shut up.

- You missed that?!

That's too bad.

That's too bad.

Oh, sh*t!

F*** man, there's a cop behind us!

Pull in the right lane now!

Sh*t.

Seriously, put it out.

- Put that thing out.

- Alright.

Wait, wait, wait!

- Get rid of it.

- Sh*t.

Hey, it's Kat.

Listen...

what the hell?!

Just wait. Not you.

I think we better pull over

and check the car, because...

Kimberly, the car

is going to be fine.

Your dad's going to be fine,

you're going to be fine.

Okay?

Look at that guy.

He's drinking a beer.

Oh, yeah,

that's real responsible.

You ever hear

of the ozone layer, arsehole?!

.' When it comes to this drug sh*t

I was made to play.'

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