Final Destination 5 Page #4

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- I know, I'm sorry.

I just forget it's a tragedy. I'm sorry.

I see dead people.

Guys...

Death...

Doesn't like to be cheated.

Excuse me?

What's that supposed to mean?

You'll all just be careful now.

Okay. Thanks for the advice!

Creepy guy.

How's that Foie gra, Sam?

Waiting on ya!?

What was the matter with it?

Says it was flat. No flavour.

- Do they want something else?

- Yeah.

The check.

Let me taste it.

That customer is an a**hole.

Your Bourguignon is good.

Hold on!

You mind if I come in?

Yeah, sure.

Thanks.

I thought you're be working tonight.

Yeah.

You know. I'd work the 1st shift.

But...

Here's something else I needed to do.

- Can I

- Oh! yeah.

Sure. Go ahead.

Listen.

When everything started

going down on that bridge.

The only thing I thought

about was you.

Getting you to safety.

You are the only thing

I care about. Molly.

Whatever's wrong...

- I can fix it...

- You haven't done anything wrong.

Then what? What... is it?

Paris.

We talked about that. I'm not

going to uproot my life.

- Leave you for that job.

- But it's the only thing you ever dreamed of.

Life is too short, Sam.

You have to go after

what you love.

I am...

You should take the job.

Go.

to Paris.

- Hey?

- Hey...

What's the matter?

I don't know. I'm... not ready.

I don't feel ready.

It's ready hard to concentrate.

After everything.

Yeah... You sure?

Cause this is the last practice

before the championships.

- And it's your last practice for a college career.

- I know... But.

I think you got this.

Really?

Yeah.

I mean you love it out there.

Okay. You're right.

- I guess coach won't kill me.

- Yeah.

Here...

Thanks.

- Okay.

- Thank you.

Bye.

You got this.

Okay, seriously. This is stupid.

They've got to make it cooler or we're gonna pass out.

- They're working on it.

- They should have it fixed by now.

C'mon! Candice. You're up.

C'mon Candice! You got this!

Candice!? Now!

That's it!

Everytime! Candice!

- There you go.

- Thanks

Nicely done. Candice.

Okay.

Go to bars.

Go hard this time, Candice.

Be aggressive!

Here we go, Candice!

Stay loose!

Okay, Poris!. It's your turn.

Stay focused.

Good.

Looking good, Candice!

Candice!?

- Oh my god!

- Don't touch her.

- Someone call 911!

- Oh my gosh...

Candice!

Peter.

I came as soon as I heard.

She was doing great.

She was almost finishing

through her "t's" and then...

Why... Why did it happen?

It doesn't make any sense.

I don't know, man.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Peter.

Let's just go, Sam.

Hey?

How's it going?

It's weird.

Being here, I mean.

It's just so quiet.

Yeah, well. Dennis says all the

calls rerouted to corporate.

You know.

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