Final Destination 2 Page #3

so damn 'unlucky.'

Go babysit the rest of them.

I'll be done with Lewis

in a minute.

Hey, excuse me...

We're trying to do

the best we can.

We're going to get you

out of here as soon as possible.

I just think it's a bunch

of bullshit.

Listen, I know

you've gone over all this

with Detective Suby...

but would you mind

telling me what happened?

It was like I was there.

I knew something bad was going

to happen even before it did.

- I just felt wrong, just like...

- Just like what?

Look, I know

this sounds crazy but...

you guys all heard

about Flight 180, right?

The kid who got off

the plane?

Well, it happened

a year ago, today.

My premonition

was just like his.

- What are you talking about?

- Come on.

You must have read

about the kid

who had a dream

about a plane blowing up,

so he got all his buddies

off the plane

and then the thing blew up

just like in his dream?

- Yeah.

- But did you hear what happened after?

So a month goes by, right?

Everything seems cool.

But then all the survivors

start to die one by one.

'Cause when your number's up,

your number's up, right?

You know, some people even say that

Death itself was stalking them,

hunting each one down

until they were all...

dead.

Please.

There was one survivor.

Clear Rivers is

in a padded room

at the Stonybrook Institution.

Well, that's encouraging.

Okay, you want me

to believe that this is true,

that this is happening

all over again?

I don't know why

we're even here.

What do you want from me?

But if I was never meant

to pull over,

we all should have died

in that pileup.

Which means Death

could be coming for us.

Yeah, like, what if

we're all getting that 'Different Strokes'

curse or something?

I think you're all

are certifiable.

I can't believe I've been listening

to this crap.

Let's go.

Let's go, Tim.

Mrs Carpenter, please.

Kimberly!

Oh baby!

- Are you okay?

- I'm so sorry.

Shh, shh.

You can all go now.

Thank you for your patience.

Could I ask you something?

Anything.

Did Mum ever have any...

I don't know,

weird feelings about anything?

What do you mean?

Like visions or premonitions.

Sweetie, are you sure

you're okay?

Dad, I know

this sounds crazy,

but I'm really scared

for the others.

I don't know,

I have this really bad feeling.

What?

It's not over yet.

Jesus Christ!

Sh*t!

Hey, Evan, it's Tawny.

Sorry I haven't called.

Hey, listen, I heard

about your lottery win.

Let's hook up.

Call me.

Yeah.

Hi, Evan, it's Nikki.

We met at Tucker's party

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