Final Destination Page #6

MR MURNAU:

Vingt huit, vingt neuf...

passenger ramp

Alex, Tod, and George catch up to Christa and Blake, excited. As always,

everyone becomes bottlenecked just at the point of entering the plane. Alex

looks out the ramp's side porthole window toward the back of the plane.

ALEX'S POV - THROUGH PORTHOLE

The enormous engine. The expansive wings. Behind the tail, distant, a bolt

of lightning FLASHES!

ALEX:

looks away. Just ahead, in the plane, FLIGHT ATTENDANTS greet the

passengers. He is next to enter the plane.

CLOSE - FLOOR

a slice of opening from where the ramp meets the plane provides a sense of

how high up one actually stands.

ALEX:

CAMERA PUSHES INTO HIM as he takes his first step into the plane.

CLOSE - AIRLINE CABIN FLOOR

Alex's Nikes land on the carpet.

INT. 747 - FIRST CLASS CABIN - AFTERNOON - CLOSE - BABY

SCREAMS! It's parents desperetly comfort the child.

CAMERA ADJUSTS, LEADING George, Alex and Tod through the aisles. Alex and

Tod wince at the screaming child. George, however feels comforted.

GEORGE:

Good sign. Younger the better.

It would be a f***ed up God to

take down this plane.

INT. ECONOMY CLASS CABIN - 747 - AFTERNOON

In the first row slumps a young man with Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis. A

cannula is set in his nostrils leading to an oxygon tank beside him.

The kid sneak sympathetic yet anxious glances at the man while continuing in

their seats. George whispers over his shoulder...

GEORGE:

A REALLY f***ed up God.

Alex's tension increases as he continues up the aisle.

ALEX'S POV - OVERHEAD COMPARTMENTS

CAMERA INCHES IN ON "Row 25. Seats H, I, and J."

ALEX:

climbs into the row, carrying his backpack. He takes his window seat and

reaches up to the air flow valve.

CLOSE - AIR FLOW VALVE

turns, HISSING, air streaming full blast.

CAMERA INCHES IN ON HIM as he takes in deep breaths of the stale air. He

presses his face to the window.

ALEX'S POV - THE LEFT WING

Rain falls. GEARS WHIR as the ailerons are tested.

CLOSE - ALEX

CAMERA CREEPS TOWARD HIM, face to the glass; eyes scanning the plane and

outside area.

CHRISTA (O.S.)

Alex?

He turns toward the aisle.

ALEX'S POV -CHRISTA AND BLAKE

Man, they look great and they're workin' the sex appeal.

CHRISTA:

Could you trade seats with Blake

so she and I can sit together? I

asked Tod, but he says he's got some

medical thing?

ALEX:

sneaks a quick check with Tod.

ALEX'S POV - TOD

shakes his head. "NO! NO! DON'T DO IT."

ALEX AND THE GIRLS

He looks to them and knows he is just plain overmatched. Alex shrugs,

"Sure." In front of him Tod throws up his arms, disgusted. Alex climbs out

of his seats. The girls are touchy - feely thankful, but only know guys dig

that.

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