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FADE IN: INT. DARK ROOM - NIGHT TITLES OVER: A padded wall is papered with NEWSPAPER CLIPPINGS that date back to the early 1900s: "LOCAL FOWLER BROTHERS LOSE $35 TICKETS TO BOARD TITANIC" appears over "FOWLER BROTHERS KILLED IN COAL MINE MISHAP." Another series of articles reads, "JEWISH PROFESSOR DENIED ADMITTANCE TO HINDENBURG" and "PROFESSOR RABINOWITZ KILLED IN AVALANCHE." Etc... Continuing along the wall, the newspaper articles all focus on the fates of the original SURVIVORS of the FLIGHT 180 CRASH. We DISSOLVE between the various headlines depicting the gruesome deaths of Tod, Terry, Ms. Lewton, Billy Hitchcock, Carter and Alex Browning. Also in the mix are various CRIME SCENE PHOTOS of the deaths. Decapitated torsos, crushed, mangled bodies, the charred remains of another and the face-down body of Alex Browning. MAPS line the walls as well, pinpointing the locations of numerous deaths, perhaps seeking a pattern. Charts that timeline bizarre deaths, seating charts of downed aircraft, etc... LATEX-GLOVED HANDS tear out the last article, apply fun-tack to its corners and place it in the center of all the others: A REMEMBRANCE FOR THE VICTIMS OF FLIGHT 180 Friday marks one year anniversary. END TITLES. FLASH TO BLACK as a HAND ENTERS FRAME, PULL BACK TO REVEAL: EXT. KIMBERLY'S NEIGHBORHOOD - DAY KIMBERLY BURROUGHS, 19, puts a folded AAA map in her mouth. She opens the back of a RED NISSAN SUV, and places her duffel bag inside. That done, she lets the map drop from her mouth, catches it in her free hand and turns to hug her father, MR. BURROUGHS.

KIMBERLY Thanks, Dad. I'll call you.

MR. BURROUGHS You have everything, Kimberly? Credit card, cell phone, AAA card?

KIMBERLY Relax, Dad. It's Daytona, not Mongolia.

MR. BURROUGHS (playful) Fix-A-flat? Road flares? Sunblock? Mace?

SHAINA (O.S.) Condoms, handcuffs, lube? Kimberly and Mr. Burroughs turn to see -- SHAINA, 19, tall leggy brunette. Tan, tight tube top revealing her pierced navel, Kimberly's best friend. She walks up the driveway with her bags.

SHAINA Just kidding, Mr. B. Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on her.

MR. BURROUGHS (sarcastic) Oh, that makes me feel a lot better. Shaina throws her bags in, shuts the back and climbs in the SUV. Kimberly hugs her dad, kissing him on the cheek.

KIMBERLY I know this is the first time we've been apart since. But everything's gonna be okay.

MR. BURROUGHS I know, honey. I just -- Kimberly hugs him tighter. Cutting him off.

MR. BURROUGHS Your mother would have been so proud of the way you've handled yourself through all of this...

KIMBERLY (softly) I know, Dad.

SHAINA (O.S.) Hello, the guys are waiting! Kimberly gives him a quick kiss, jumps behind the wheel, starts the car and pulls away as Shaina cranks up the stereo.

MR. BURROUGHS Buckle up! Mr. Burroughs waves as the girls roar off. As he looks down he spots an OIL STAIN left by Kimberly's SUV. As he drags his shoe across the stain, a SLIGHT BREEZE blows past his face. CAMERA PUSHES IN as a look of concern crosses his face. EXT. HIGHWAY ON RAMP - DAY ON OLD WOMAN As she pushes her supermarket cart up the on ramp. A SQUEAKY WHEEL is shrill and disturbing. DRIVERS of several waiting vehicles avoid staring at her weathered face as she passes. Up ahead waiting in line, is Kimberly's red SUV. UP AHEAD Waiting in line, is Kimberly's red SUV.

SHAINA (O.S.) Watch it! Kimberly accidentally KISSES the bumper in front of her while daydreaming. She calls out to the driver in front:

KIMBERLY Sorry! My fault! Shaina looks over, concerned. In the backseat, the guys DANO and FRANKIE laugh hard and some of Frankie's milkshake comes out of his nose.

SHAINA Want me to drive?

KIMBERLY No, I'm good. Shaina looks at Kimberly as a HAND suddenly hits Kimberly's window. Kimberly spins around, startled. Kimberly stares transfixed at the Old Woman, who stares back with chilling intensity. The kids ad-lib "Let's go" and "Fucking freak." The Old Woman's PLASTIC BAG BREAKS, sending oranges rolling down the on-ramp. The Old Woman breaks eye contact with Kimberly as she rushes to retrieve them. The signal turns from red to flashing yellow. Kimberly pulls the SUV onto the highway, looking in the side view mirror to see the Old Woman look up at her in SLOW-MO.

FRANKIE Dano, shouldn't we go back and help your mother?

DANO Blow me. CU ON KIMBERLY As she looks back from the mirror and reacts to an ominous electronic road sign that flashes "WARNING: CONSTRUCTION NEXT 180 FEET". NISSAN SUV Kimberly merging into traffic, NEARLY COLLIDES with a speeding yellow mini-bus carrying a high-school football team. Kimberly nervously jerks the wheel to the right, then realizing she's speeding towards the road construction barrels, she swerves back left, right behind the mini-bus at the last moment. CLOSE. Kimberly pulls around the mini-bus as rowdy football players tackle each other, yelling:

FOOTBALL PLAYERS Pile up! Pile up! Pile up! Kimberly flicks on the radio and we hear HIGHWAY TO HELL by AC/DC at earsplitting volume. Kimberly and Shaina jump from the shock and reach to lower the volume. Kimberly, disturbed by this, hits SEEK -- an oldies station. A GRISLY CAR CRASH from Nervous Norvus' TRANSFUSION album.

DANO Christ, is this tribute to Princess Di Day or what? Kimberly passes a car WEAVING on her right. The driver reaching into the back seat to quiet a BARKING DOG hanging on its head out the window.

KIMBERLY (unnerved) Jesus, all the crazies are out today. A CLOUD passes Kimberly's head. She smells it and turns around, taking her eyes off the road to see Dano smoking a joint.

KIMBERLY I told you no drugs in the car! My dad will freak! Dano and Frankie exchange looks, God, what a geek!

DANO (laughs) Calm down, Kimmy. It's not drugs, just weed.

FRANKIE Yeah, you should have specified. Kimberly turns to Shaina, helpless. Shaina spins around, her eyes wordlessly tell Dano, I know she's a priss, but put it out. Then Kimberly's CELL PHONE RINGS. She hits the speaker button.

MR. BURROUGHS (V.O.) Kimberly? It's Dad.

KIMBERLY Hey, Dad. What's up? Dano defiantly blows more smoke toward Kimberly, then breaks into an unexpected coughing fit - looking over to see a HELLS ANGEL laughing at him. The biker's trashy GIRLFRIEND, also laughing, quickly FLASHES HER TITS at Dano over:

MR. BURROUGHS (V.O.) Your car's leaking either transmission or brake fluid. I want you to have it checked ASAP at a gas station.

KIMBERLY You got it, Dad. I'll call you if I have a problem.

MR. BURROUGHS (V.O.) I mean it. Take care of it.

KIMBERLY I will, Dad. Bye, luv you. Kimberly passes a STATION WAGON on her right, the DRIVER squinting at a map while driving. A mattress and some furniture tied to the top SHIFT as the wagon hits a bump.

SHAINA Um, Kimberly, your dad's not gonna call like every ten minutes is he? Before Kimberly can answer, Dano sees a CHP speeding up behind him. He lowers the joint at once.

DANO (hiding bag of weed in pants) Shit! There's a cop behind us. Pull into the right lane now! Kimberly, scared, does as she's told nearly colliding with a speeding flat bed semi hauling a huge load of logs! A HORN BLASTS. The truck swerves. Then speeds by on the right. A COILED CHAIN drops down to the highway.

DANO Look first, idiot! Shaina turns up the radio and leans over to Kimberly.

SHAINA Ignore 'em. ON LOG TRUCK One end of the RUSTY CHAIN holding the logs in place rattles on the pavement, sparking. Looking in her rearview mirror, Kimberly turns pale - the COP pulls in behind her.

KIMBERLY Dano, put that out NOW. Dano takes one last drag and flicks the joint out the window. It bounces on the windshield of a FORD EXPEDITION to their left. INSIDE THE EXPEDITION KAT, 28, very corporate America, wears a navy blue power suit and speaks into a phone headset while smoking a cigarette.

KAT No, I'm stuck on Jury Duty so I won't be able to pitch the campaign. Let's get Silverstein to come in and... Kat sees the joint that smoulders in the dried leaves beneath her windshield wipers. A moment later, a small FLAME crackles.

KAT What the hell? No, not you. Kat flicks on her WINDSHIELD WIPER FLUID, successfully putting out the joint, but her worn wipers smear ash and fluid around, impairing her vision. Kat turns and looks at -- DANO, dead serious all of a sudden. Staring straight ahead.

DANO What's the cop doing? Did he see that? Kat sees the tailgating CHP, smiles, then resumes her conversation.

KAT Forget it, I'll call him myself. Kat hangs up, then looks down at her cell phone, squints and dials a number... PAN OFF KAT TO OFFICER THOMAS BURKE Early 20's, rookie cop, who seems to have missed the entire exchange. INSIDE THE POLICE CAR Thomas speaks into his radio.

THOMAS I was supposed to be off today. How did I get screwed?

DISPATCHER (O.S.) No biggie. Drake called in sick.

THOMAS Copy that. (switches off; annoyed) Go on, sleep it off Drake. Thomas tries to sip from a McDonald's coffee cup on the dashboard, but it's TOO HOT. He places it back on the dash. The VIBRATIONS of the road make the COFFEE CUP slide closer and closer to the edge of the dashboard. BACK TO KIMBERLY'S SUV Dano nervously looks back.

FRANKIE Relax, dude. But Kimberly still looks uneasy as her dashboard "Check Engine" light begins flickering. Kimberly spots a road sign -- Next Service 18 Miles.

KIMBERLY This trip better be worth it. What's the guy-girl ratio again?

SHAINA Get ready to smile, five guys per girl.

KIMBERLY I can live with thaaaa -- Kimberly stops mid-sentence when the WHITE VAN in front of her suddenly SLAMS ON ITS BRAKES and pulls onto the shoulder for no reason. Kimberly SCREAMS, swerving around the van just in time to avoid an accident. Frankie instinctively SHOUTS at the van.

FRANKIE What's your problem, ya fuckin' crack baby?! INSIDE THE WHITE VAN ISABELLA CRUZ, late 20's and VERY PREGNANT, drives a delivery van full of funeral wreaths, crosses and classic rose urns. Most are marked: In Memory of Flight 180. She chokes back sobs into a cell phone as she pulls over.

ISABELLA ...couldn't Keep your dick in check for another month? I knew this would happen when I got pregnant. She pounds the steering wheel, furious.

ISABELLA What'd the doctor say? I have to come in to test for STDs? Goddamn you, Jorge. A CRATE in the back of her van topples over and CRASHES and a flurry of sunflower petals sails out the window. Isabella jumps in surprise and, wiping tears from her eyes, rolls up the windows as petals shower the visor of -- EUGENE, the Harley Rider, who smears the petals (and some squashed bugs) around his visor and drops back. INSIDE NISSAN SUV Kimberly falls back into the right lane and looks uneasy as she sees a TRUCK DRIVER guzzling from a flask as it passes the SUV, revealing its side is an ad for FIRESTONE TIRES. It finally clears frame, revealing a highway billboard that reads, "DRUNK DRIVING KILLS." Kimberly reaches back and pulls on her seatbelt in spite of laughter from the back seat. Up ahead, the RUSTY CHAIN seems to have more give to it. LOGS STRAIN against it. Suddenly, a black cloud of exhaust from a blue '83 Chevette in front of them causes everyone to roll up their windows. OIL DRIPS from its rusty exhaust pipe. The thick exhaust BLINDS Kimberly.

FRANKIE Gas it around these idiots. We do have 1200 miles to go, you know. Kimberly tires to enter the passing lane, but she's blocked by a SUBURU WAGON. In the front seat, a seven-year old kid is sadistically SMASHING two toy cars together. Kimberly passes the Suburu and pulls up to a PACER. The Harley roars by, startling her. INSIDE PACER NORA KESNER, 35, and her son TIM, 15. Tim drums on the dashboard with two ten-ounce Naya bottles.

NORA Tim, will you cut that out? I can't even hear myself think. Tim frowns and then winces, holding his jaw.

TIM Damn, it really hurts, Mom.

NORA I know, we'll be there soon. Tim drops the Naya bottles on the seat. One of them quietly falls to the floor, rolls a bit, finally settling UNDER THE BRAKE PEDAL. INSIDE NISSAN SUV Kimberly is still behind the smoke-spewing Chevette. She passes it on the left. Frankie rolls down his window.

FRANKIE (yells to driver) Ever hear of the Ozone layer, asshole? INSIDE CHEVETTE RORY, 27, leans down to snort a line of coke off a Def Leppard CD case. S he looks up to see the Patrol Car is now behind him, he reflexively taps the brakes. Rory, eyes like saucers, sits rigidly transfixed at the wheel and nonchalantly wipes the CD clean on his pants. INSIDE NISSAN SUV She has dropped back behind the Chevette and CHP car and is running down along side of a BLACK TRANS AM. Up ahead she sees the Highway Patrol Car flick on its LIGHTS and pull into the shoulder around the Chevette and behind the Semi loaded with logs. INSIDE THE COP CAR As Thomas pulls in behind the log truck, his coffee cup lurches forward, spilling hot coffee all over his lap and the floor.

THOMAS Son of a bitch. INSIDE TRANS AM Its driver, EVAN SCHAEFFER, 21, flashes a cocky smile at Kimberly, clearly making Frankie jealous.

FRANKIE A Trans Am. That shit went out with New Kids on the Block.

DANO Yeah. Who does he think he is? Knight Rider?

FRANKIE (laughs; then) Who? Frankie leans out and tosses milkshake on Evan's window.

DANO You know, Hasselhoff before he did Baywatch. Evan, pissed off, flips off Frankie. The windshield wipers smear around the thick milky fluid. The sun blinding him.

KIMBERLY What's the chance of finding a nice mature guy once we get to Daytona?

SHAINA How does a nice mature fuck sound? Kimberly laughs, then leans in close to Shaina.

KIMBERLY Hey, thanks for talking me into this trip. Ever since my mom... I dunno, I just feel like I'm starting to live again, you know? Shaina smiles in understanding. INSIDE POLICE CRUISER Thomas bends to wipe up the mess. He only glances at the road as he tries to soak up the coffee. Suddenly up ahead, THE RUSTY CHAIN SNAPS! The logs roll off the side of the truck onto the highway. One bounces as it hits, and slams through Thomas' front winshield and out the back, taking Thomas' head with it. EUGENE slams on his brakes. His Harley slides out and he is SLAMMED to the ground, sliding at 60 miles per hour across the highway, right in front of the yellow mini-bus. The MINI-BUS DRIVER brakes to avoid Eugene. The FOOTBALL PLAYERS tumble forward and hit him in the head. He loses control and slides off the road onto the grass median. He blows a front tire and the mini-bus begins to flip, ROLLING several times into the oncoming lanes of traffic, and is HIT by a MACK TRUCK. Eugene slides into a huge log, and hits it with a sickening crunch. Only to be HIT and CRUSHED by his sliding motorcycle. Rory looks up too late and REAR ENDS Thomas' car, EXPLODING the gas tank and HURLING Rory's dead body halfway through the windshield where it remains half in/half onto the hood. KAT, dialing, looks up, slams on her brakes, but SKIDS on oil from the Chevette. She swerves into Kimberly, SIDE SWIPES her, then swerves to miss a huge log -- only to run head on into two more, flipping the Expedition end over end right next to Kimberly. Kimberly swerves back from being hit by Kat, just in time to see a huge log ahead. She tries to turn hard to the right to avoid it, but hits it broadside -- Sending the SUV FLIPPING OVER the top of the log and SLIDING down the road. Inside, Shaina, Dano and Frankie are tossed around like rag dolls, shredded by glass and shrapnel -- Frankie is EJECTED out the side window. Kimberly's SUV slides to a stop on its side. She looks back to her mangled but still alive friends and up in time to see NORA'S PACER Nora sees the collisions ahead and slams on the brakes but the fallen Naya bottle prevents her from braking, and she SLAMS into the back of Kat's Expedition. The crash test dummy collision folds her Pacer and it EXPLODES into a huge fireball. EVAN, blinded by the smeared windshield, is too late. He swerves his Trans Am around the burning cars onto the wet grass. Kimberly sees the topless Trans Am slowly roll out of a huge WALL OF FIRE and coast to a stop. Evan comes up battered and bloody but still alive. He is trapped in his burning car, screaming and trying to release the seatbelt. Then, just when she thought it was over, a HUGE SEMI slides through the wall of fire, SMASHING the Trans Am out of the way, SPINNING it like a top. With the back sliding at 90 degrees it keeps on coming. KIMBERLY'S POV The semi's grill comes right at her! CU ON KIMBERLY She screams and we -- CUT TO: THE HIGHWAY ON RAMP - NISSAN SUV - 8 MINUTES EARLIER Sweating profusely, Kimberly's eyes dart around, taking in her surroundings...

DANO (O.S.) Flight 180. You know, that plane crash with those kids from Mount Abraham. The Old Woman BUMPS the window - scaring the shit out of everyone. The kids ad-lib "Let's go" and "Fucking Freak!" Kimberly stares in horror as the Old Woman flashes an evil grin. Kimberly's eyes lower to the bag of oranges -- Which BREAKS, exactly like before, and the Old Woman scurries after them. The signal turns from red to flashing yellow.

FRANKIE Dano, shouldn't we stop and help your mother?

DANO Blow me. Yellow means go, Kimberly. Kimberly hyperventilates in the driver's seat. Freaking. A yellow mini-bus with football players speeds past.

KIMBERLY Oh my god, oh my god... Dano, confused, rolls a joint.

SHAINA What is it? What are you?

KIMBERLY There's going to be a huge accident! Everyone's gonna die. All of us! I saw it! Dano hums the Twilight Zone theme.

FRANKIE That's it. My turn to drive. CLOSE UP - KIMBERLY SCREAMS! AND WE'RE BACK THE HIGHWAY ON RAMP Sweating profusely, Kimberly's eyes dart around, taking in her surroundings.

DANO (O.S.) Flight 180. Y'know, that plane crash with those kids from Mt. Abraham? The Old Woman BUMPS the window - scaring the shit out of everyone. The kids ad-lib "Let's go", "Fucking freak." Kimberly stares in horror as the Old Woman flashes an evil grin. Kimberly's eyes lower to the bag of oranges, which breaks, exactly like before and the Old Woman scurries after them. The signal turns from red to flashing yellow.

FRANKIE Dano, shouldn't we stop and help your mother?

DANO Blow me. Yellow means go, Kimmy. Kimberly hyperventilates in the driver's seat. Freaking. A yellow mini-bus with football players speeds by.

KIMBERLY Oh my God, oh my God... Dano, confused, rolls a joint.

SHAINA What is it? What are you?

KIMBERLY There's going to be a huge accident! Everyone's gonna die, all of us, I saw it! Dano hums the Twilight Zone theme.

FRANKIE That's it. My turn to drive. HONK! The drivers behind them start leaning on their horns. Kimberly leans out the window and sees the Chevette, the Pacer, The White Van, the Trans Am, the Harley...all the familiar vehicles from the pile up. She turns on the radio, frantically scans the dial.

SHAINA Relax, you need to chill the fuck out.

KIMBERLY Highway to Hell, Highway to Hell.

SHAINA For Christ sakes girl, take a breath.

D.J. (O.S.) Taking you into an all request weekend with a classic from AC/DC. The opening guitar riff to HIGHWAY TO HELL blares from the speakers. Kimberly turns to Shaina with a "believe me know?" look, but Shaina's nowhere near on the same page. HONKING behind them. Kimberly, shaking like a leaf, pulls the SUV forwards, turning it sideways to block off all traffic.

DANO What the hell are you doing? Dano shifts in his seat and sees - a Highway Patrol Car ominously cruising up the shoulder of the onramp. He shoves a bag of weed, along with the joint, down his pants.

DANO Five-O's coming! Let's fucking roll, man! Officer Thomas Burke stops the car behind them.

FRANKIE Jesus Christ! Here he comes! Move!

KIMBERLY No! We'll all die if we do! The cop turns on his FLASHERS.

DANO I told you she'd ruin everything!

SHAINA Shut up, Dano, just stay cool. (to Kimberly) He's just stoned. Officer Thomas Burke exits his car and approaches the passenger side of the SUV, hand on weapon. Thomas taps the window with his knuckle.

THOMAS What's going on here?

KIMBERLY (incoherent, through tears) There's going to be a pile up. Logs. Bodies everywhere. I saw it happen. It happened. Thomas looks to the guys in back who shrug, "we don't know her."

THOMAS Miss, please step out of the vehicle. As she does, Thomas discretely unsnaps his holster. RORY nervously eyes the action. Sneaks a paper bundle into his sock. ISABELLA, the pregnant woman in the White Van, gets out. She gives Thomas her friendliest smile, milking the pregnant belly.

ISABELLA Excuse me, but is there some way we could just drive around? I have a delivery. Her CELL PHONE RINGS and she leans back inside to answer it.

ISABELLA Hey hon, you got a mysterious caller on the answering machine from Planned Parenthood. What's going on? As she listens, growing agitated, the Harley Rider dismounts and pulls off his helmet. Revealing EUGENE DIX, 35, a nebbishy school teacher in cool leathers. INSIDE PACER NORA watches the SUV, distressed.

NORA What on Earth are they doing?

TIM (picking up two Naya bottles) Who am I, David Blane? Nora gives Tim a hard stare, then they both break into smiles. Nora tousles his hair. And doesn't stop.

TIM (good-natured laughter) Okay, quit it already. As he laughs, something pains his jaw and he winces. THOMAS isn't quite sure what kind of insanity he's dealing with yet. Dano and Frankie, no help, stare dead ahead.

KIMBERLY (trying to calm herself) The radio played the same songs, the old lady's bag broke the exact same way it did in my premonition. Kimberly erupts into a panic when she sees the LOG TRUCK speed past. She grabs at Thomas for emphasis.

KIMBERLY THAT's the truck that's going to kill everyone!

THOMAS Alright miss, calm down. I just need this lane open. I need you to pull your vehicle onto the shoulder!

KIMBERLY You're not listening to me! You have to do something! EVAN impatiently yells out the window of his TRANS AM.

EVAN Arrest this whack-job, wouldja? Some of us have lives, y'know. Kimberly looks to Shaina for support, but even Shaina can't meet her eyes.

KIMBERLY Why won't anyone listen to me? Thomas, subtly reaching for his cuffs.

THOMAS I'm not going to tell you to calm down again -- A SERIES OF CRASHES AND EXPLOSIONS ARE HEARD. In the distance. It's neverending. Horrific. Kimberly's face crumbles. She screams in horror and collapses against the SUV. Thomas runs to his patrol car. The White Delivery Van makes a J-turn out of the line of cars and SPEEDS down the onramp in reverse, Isabella screaming angrily into her cell phone.

ISABELLA You couldn't keep your dick in check for a month?! The other drivers exit their cars, craning their necks to see what's happened up ahead. Kat takes a deep drag off her smoke.

KAT Great, now I'm really gonna be late. Thomas barks into the radio handset --

THOMAS L.A. 51, I need assistance and requesting paramedics for a major T.A. At -- INSIDE THE SUV Frankie watches the traffic start to back up as a couple of passing cars BRAKE HARD. Shaina anxiously watches Kimberly pacing behind the SUV.

SHAINA Kimberly, what's going on? Kimberly moves toward Shaina's window. As she leans her head into Shaina's window, an ominous BREEZE blows back their hair and we hear the BLARING HORN of a TRUCK. And Kimberly is unexpectedly yanked backward by Thomas! From nowhere, a SHRIEK of BRAKES as a JACK-KNIFED TRUCK plows the SUV across the frame! CRASH! Flying debris misses Kimberly and Thomas by inches! Kimberly cries in horror into Thomas' shoulder as her friends burn up in the wreckage. EXT. POLICE STATION - ESTABLISHING SHOT INT. POLICE STATION - CONTINUOUS CHAOS. Evan, the driver of the Trans Am, impatiently speaks to DETECTIVE SUBY, late 40s, professional with an open face that makes him a great listener.

EVAN I don't know what you want from me. Some crazy chick blocks the highway with her car, said there'd be an accident and there was. Big deal. Even a broken watch is right twice a day... Officer Thomas Burke passes by, heading into -- INT. A ROOM - CONTINUOUS Kat, Eugene, Nora, Tim, and Rory sit in a large room, waiting to give statements. Unlike Evan, these witnesses are clearly distraught.

KAT Not to sound insensitive, but how much longer is this going to take?

EUGENE If I don't get back to my classroom soon, the kids'll tear the room apart.

NORA Those poor people. To think it would've been us if not for... PAN OVER TO REVEAL KIMBERLY. She's still in shock, her mind far away. Thomas sits close to her, speaking softly.

THOMAS Tell me again how it started.

KIMBERLY Like I said, it was like I was there. I remember everything. The sounds of the crashes, the smells, the look on Shaina's face...

THOMAS Do you remember what triggered it all?

KIMBERLY The log truck...and everybody I guess. Everyone was driving like a maniac. And somehow I knew something horrible was going to happen, even before it did. Something clicks for Thomas, but he forces himself to speak calmly, like a lawyer leading a friendly witness.

THOMAS You knew? You just mean a hunch, right? A bad vibe, maybe? The other drivers stare at Kimberly.

KIMBERLY More than that. All the songs on the radio were about car crashes. Some kid's banging toy cars together. (looking at her) She was dialing her cell phone with her headset on. (points to Rory) His car was leaking oil all over the road.

RORY Hey, don't be knockin' the Chevette. But the others listen intently now. Especially Kat, who spies her headset buried deep in her purse.

KIMBERLY Billboards about accidents. Kids yelling "pile up" for no reason. It all felt...just wrong. Just like... (swallows; hesitates)

THOMAS Like what? Kimberly sighs and looks down. The room becomes eerily silent, except for the FLICKER of a florescent light.

KIMBERLY I know this sounds crazy...but you all heard about Flight 180, right? The kid who got off the plane? Thomas' eyes widen -- then a startling CRASH as Rory, leaning back in his chair, tips over. Thomas rolls his eyes as Rory grins sheepishly and picks himself up.

THOMAS You mean Alex Browning.

KIMBERLY (looking down) ...My Premonition was just like his.

NORA What are you talking about?

EUGENE (sarcastic) Oh, you must have read about that kid who had a dream about a plane crash so he got his buddies off the plane? Then the thing blew up just like in the dream?

NORA Maybe... Eugene sees Nora and Tim are hooked and speaks in scary campfire tones.

EUGENE But this is where it starts to get freaky. So a month goes by, everything seems cool, but then the survivors start dying one boy one. 'Cause when your number's up, it's up, right? Some people said Death itself started coming for them, hunting down every last one, until they were all dead. Everyone tenses up.

THOMAS Well, not quite all of them. Clear Rivers checked herself into a padded room at Stoneybrook. Kimberly, affected, looks to Thomas for confirmation.

KIMBERLY You do believe me, don't you? BANG! Everyone jumps as Detective Suby pounds on the door and opens it.

DETECTIVE SUBY Officer Burke? Could I see you in here? INT. OBSERVATION ROOM - CONTINUOUS The DOOR OPENS. Detective Suby enters, leading Thomas. Through a two-way mirror, they can see the others chatting anxiously.

DETECTIVE SUBY Tell me you didn't start up on that Flight 180 shit again. (beat) Did you?

THOMAS Of course not. That would be irresponsible and unprofessional. Detective Suby's persistent glare makes Thomas uncomfortable.

THOMAS Look, you weren't there. It was weird. She knew that log truck was gonna cause an accident, she knew. (beat) Never mind.

DETECTIVE SUBY I thought we were finished with this bullshit. This is police work, not the psychic Hot Line. But Thomas isn't listening. He's glued to Kimberly's words. When Detective Suby realizes this, he stops and listens.

KIMBERLY But if I was never meant to pull over, then we all should have died in the pile up.

TIM Which means Death could be coming for us. Detective Suby looks pissed off.

DETECTIVE SUBY Way to console the witnesses Burke. At the same time, we watch Evan enter the other room, grab his jacket and wave goodbye to the others.

DETECTIVE SUBY You got 'em thinking Death is after them? Shit, they're the luckiest sons o' bitches on the planet. Get this guy Evan Shaeffer; Yesterday the kid wins the lotto and today some looney bitch blocks traffic and he avoids the worst pile up in years. I should be so damn unlucky. INT. A ROOM - CONTINUOUS Kimberly, Nora, Tim, Kat, Eugene and Rory now seem affected by what they've heard.

KAT What if it's true? What if it's happening all over again? The fluorescent light above FLICKERS ominously. Nora, disturbed, stands up in a huff, grabbing Tim's arm.

NORA You're all certifiable, you know that? I can't believe I've been listening to this crap. Come on, Tim, let's go outside.

TIM Jeez, Mom, stop trippin'.

EUGENE Look lady, we're just yankin' your chain.

RORY Yeah, you're acting like we all just got the Diff'rent Strokes curse or something. Eugene and Rory burst out laughing. Nora shakes her head, disgusted.

NORA What's wrong with you people? Nora pulls a reluctant Tim out of the room. As she opens the door, the others watch Detective Suby and Thomas appear from nowhere to calm her down. When the door swings shut, an awkward silence. Suddenly, the door opens again and Thomas leads Mr. Burroughs inside. Mr. Burroughs sees Kimberly and chokes back tears.

MR. BURROUGHS Kimberly... The sight of her father crying is enough to make Kimberly's own dam burst. She rushes over to him and buries her head in his chest, sobbing.

MR. BURROUGHS Can I take her home? Thomas nods.

DETECTIVE SUBY Sure, you can all go. By now, the fluorescent light flickers out of control. When Rory, Kat and Eugene stand up, Thomas looks helpless.

KAT First I'm stuck with Jury Duty, now this nonsense.

RORY Yeah, I hate to love and leave ya, but I've been over this X-Files shit since the sixth season. As Thomas watches them file out, the fluorescent light POPS. Then DARKNESS. INT. KITCHEN - DAY Kimberly sits at the table. Mr. Burroughs sets down a cup of tea before her. Both are shaken.

KIMBERLY I know it's crazy, but I'm really scared for the others. I've got this terrible feeling.

MR. BURROUGHS What feeling?

KIMBERLY That it's not over yet. She picks up the tea, it clatters in her trembling hands.

MR. BURROUGHS Don't worry. Everything will be fine, you'll see. INT. EVAN'S STAIRWELL - DAY A dingy singly light bulb illuminates the narrow stairwell. Evan appears in the darkness, carrying a brand new television with some packages on top. He's unable to see the long rickety stairwell he climbs. The stairs are littered with Chinese take out MENUS and a TONKA TRUCK apparently left by some kids. As Evan slowly climbs the staircase, a FAT MAN comes down, forcing Evan to lean against - THE RAILING - which CREAKS and BENDS. After the FAT MAN passes, Evan slowly continues up again, TEARING HIS SHIRT on a nail.

EVAN Motherfucker. A HEATING DUCT CLICKS ON. The air blows a TONKA TRUCK slowly toward the center of the staircase, directly in Evan's path - but Evan just misses it! He continues past MORE TOYS, nearing the top stair - The Airduct coughs, sending menus fluttering toward Evan's feet and he slips on them! He juggles the TV - but ultimately rights himself and continues down the hallway. INT. EVAN'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS Dim, cheap, probably roach-infested. As Evan enters, the small packages fall off the TV box and onto the floor. Evan places the TV by the door, looks at his torn shirt, but fuck it, who cares; he's on a natural high. He peels his shirt off, revealing his PIERCED NIPPLES, flicks on the radio and DANCES his way over to the fridge and grabs a drink. In the tiny kitchenette area, a small swarm of flies hovers over a grease-filled frying pan. Evan recoils, throws open the window and throws the grease to the sidewalk five stories below. An ominous BREEZE enters -- And a kitchen cabinet slowly BLOWS OPEN. Some FORKS and KNIVES slide forward on poorly stacked plates. Daring to fall into the toaster. Evan spills some cooking oil on the range while pouring it into the frying pan, then dumps in some frozen mozzarella sticks. Evan puts the frying pan on the stove and turns it on HIGH. He then grabs a container of CHINESE FOOD and rests it on the counter next to the fridge. On the fridge, several colorful MAGNETS spell out HEY E. PUSH IN on the H - which mysteriously drops into the Chinese food - the word EY E remaining. Oblivious, Evan puts the food in the microwave and turns it on. ANGLE ON STOVE The cooking oil creeps toward the range... Evan hits PLAY on his answering machine and rushes across the room to tear open his packages...

VOICE (O.S.) Dude! You suck! You buy one fucking ticket in your whole life and win twenty grand? We're going whoring in Prague, you know this! (whisper) Hold on, the boss is coming. A CLICK, then hold MUZAK: AC/DC's HIGHWAY TO HELL. ANGLE ON MAGNET in Chinese food. SPARKING. It pops and fizzles. And ugly sound. As many similar messages continue, Evan unwraps a new ROLEX! He slides it over his wrist, admiring it. ANGLE ON KNIFE Lazily sliding off the shelf and into the toaster, protruding about an inch and a half. Hardly noticeable. By now, Evan has opened the next package; a gaudy gold and diamond encrusted horseshoe ring. He carries the ring into the kitchenette, sees the Chinese food is FLAMING, and his hands flash out to turn it off -- A SMALL EXPLOSION from the microwave startles him. The RING falls into his drain/garbage disposal!

EVAN Damn it! Evan reaches INTO THE DRAIN, his fingers searching for the ring. When he tries to pull his hand back out, the ROLEX CATCHES. Another small EXPLOSION from the microwave, this one cracking the GLASS. A Solo Plastic Cup nearby begins to melt. Flames sputter around the rim of the frying pan. In moments, the oil from the pan IGNITES. A small fire. Evan sees all this and YANKS with all his might. No use. As the FIRE slowly spreads to nearby cereal boxes, Evan starts to panic. He continues yanking... Stuck. He sees a bottle of PALMOLIVE on the other end of the counter. His fingers reach for it. Slightly out of his grasp. But his fingertips are just long enough to knock the bottle backwards - where it rests against TWO SWITCHES. The FIRE ALARM goes off. The PHONE RINGS. Evan desperately lifts his leg and tries to use his foot to edge the Palmolive over. By pushing the bottle up against the wall, it threatens to turn on one of the switches. ANGLE ON FINGERS In the GARBAGE DISPOSAL. A SWITCH is flipped - but the light goes on. And the Palmolive lazily falls, resting on the remaining switch.

EVAN Come on, come on... Evan makes one last push with his foot - accidently flipping the SWITCH - the GARBAGE DISPOSAL GRINDS METAL! Evan, horrified, miraculously yanks his hand free, brushing against the knife in the toaster. When the SHOCK goes through Evan's body, his other hand jerks out, knocking the flaming frying pan to the floor. The entire kitchen is in flames, including the new TV blocking the door. The window slams SHUT! The room fills with smoke.

EVAN Jesus Christ! Evan grabs a fire extinguisher. A mere dribble of foam comes out. He begins COUGHING in the smoke. Evan tries the window - STUCK! He has no choice but to smash the kitchenette window with the fire extinguisher to get to the fire escape. He drops the fire extinguisher, starts to climb out the window, hears a creak and looks up just as -- A large jagged shard of glass comes CRASHING down at him -- Evan jumps back just in time as it shatters before him. The fire completely engulfs the kitchen. He bravely jumps through the window pane, landing on the fire escape. He runs down the fire escape from floor to floor. A LARGE BLAST from his window showers him with glass and brick shrapnel, but ultimately, he makes it to the fire escape's lowest level, intact. He tries to lower the rusty metal ladder to the ground. It budges once, then twice, but won't go down. So he climbs over the railing and gently drops to the ground. Safe and sound, he breathes a sigh of relief and turns to walk -- SUDDENLY he slips on the very grease he threw out the window, his legs shoot out from under him and he lands on his back. The rusty ladder suddenly dislodges and hurls downward -- coming right for Evan's face -- but stops halfway! As Evan laughs, breathing a final sigh of relief, it suddenly PLUMMETS again -- impaling Evan through his eye socket! INT. POLICE STATION - COMPUTER ROOM - NIGHT Thomas sits at the computer terminal. He checks to make sure no one's watching as he enters a SEARCH for Alex Browning. Ten websites come up, all devoted to the Flight 180 Curse. Thomas scrolls around, seeing the death pix and autopsy photos of Flight 180 "survivors". Headlines blare, "Freak Accident?" "Bizarre Coincidence?" describing the way the victims died. As Thomas begins a localized search of the word, "PREMONITION" -- SPOOKY HUMMING from behind him. Thomas whirls around to see Det. Suby looking over his shoulder, humming the music from an old monster movie. Suby presses one hand to his forehead, the other polishing an apple against his vest.

DETECTIVE SUBY (as if entranced) Ooooh, I see it now. Your future... A transfer to another department. Suby bites the apple, casually offering nothing more. Thomas, embarrassed, flicks off the computer, stands.

THOMAS You've made your point.

DETECTIVE SUBY Good. Cause we just got some new info and I don't need you getting freaky on me.

THOMAS What?

DETECTIVE SUBY Evan Shaeffer's dead. Guess he wasn't as lucky as we thought. Detective Suby shrugs and walks away, munching the apple. Thomas looks stunned. INT. KAT'S ROOM - NIGHT Kat cradles a phone to her shoulder. She watches television and crushes Oreos into a bowl of ice-cream.

KAT No, Mom. Just turn on any station, they've been playing it all day. (beat; rolls her eyes) Yes, Mother. Channel four will do just fine. Here it is, gotta go. She hangs up the phone, mesmerized by the report: FOOTAGE FROM A HELICOPTER shows the pile up wreckage.

ANCHOR MAN (V.O.) Route 18 was backed up for almost nine hours today when a record breaking pile up... INT. NORA'S LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS Nora and Tim watch the same report.

ANCHOR MAN (V.O.) ...killed An estimated 18 people. Emergency crews spent hours sifting through the wreckage. INT. EUGENE'S LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS Eugene looks up from grading midterm bluebooks to watch.

ANCHOR MAN (V.O.) ...hoping To recover any survivors from this tragic collision. So far, the police are refusing to release the names of the victims until their families are notified. INT. KIMBERLY'S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS Mr. Burroughs numbly watches the same report. He doesn't see Kimberly enter behind him from the kitchen.

ANCHOR WOMAN (O.S.) The camera of a highway patrol car managed to catch this shocking footage -- B/W CAMERA FOOTAGE from Thomas' car shows Thomas tackling Kimberly to the ground just as a jack-knifed truck plows into the SUV.

MR. BURROUGHS My Lord... A GASP from behind him. Mr. Burroughs spins to see Kimberly fighting back tears and picks up the remote, prepared to click of the TV -- but she stops him.

KIMBERLY Don't. I have to see this. Mr. Burroughs reluctantly keeps the newscast on. INT. RORY'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS It's a party. Rory, surrounded by BUDDIES, shakes a triumphant fist at the television. HE WHOOPS with delight, spilling popcorn everywhere.

RORY Whoohoo! You see that shit? Right there? That's my fuckin' car right there! Oh God, that's dope. After high-fiving his peeps, he bends to table level and snorts a freshly chopped line.

ANCHOR MAN (O.S.) In other news, a freak accident took the life of a lotto winner. Rory looks up to see the DMV photo of Evan. As he takes in the report, his mood radically shifts. He looks like he's been hit by a train. MONTAGE Of Kimberly, Nora, Tim, Eugene and Kat watching. They all take the news very hard as the FOOTAGE shows Evan's BODY being carried away by EMT workers. Eugene, however, shakes his head sadly but goes back to grading blue books. TIM'S BEDROOM - LATER Tim's eyes are glued to the latest Stephen King novel. Nora peers in.

NORA Come on, Tim, lights out already. Tim starts at her voice, then reluctantly puts down the book.

TIM Mom?

NORA Yeah?

TIM You think... You think those guys were b.s.-ing us today or what? Nora swallows, trying to seem brave.

NORA Oh, please. Some people just need some serious rewiring, that's all. But neither of them are convinced.

NORA Get some sleep. Nora kisses his forehead and leaves the room. After she leaves, Tim opens his nightstand drawer, pulls out a dusty nightlight and plugs it in. INT. NORA'S BEDROOM - MOMENTS LATER Nora closes her bedroom door. And locks it. She nervously checks the closet and even lowers the blinds. Finally, she takes out a business card and dials a number. She hangs up, then dials again.

NORA Officer Burke, please? INT. KIMBERLY'S ROOM - CONTINUOUS Mr. Burroughs tucks a still-shaken Kimberly into bed. In one of his hands is a nearly empty glass of scotch.

KIMBERLY It's okay, Dad. I'm not ten anymore. Mr. Burroughs catches himself being overprotective.

MR. BURROUGHS I'm sorry. I'm just so happy that you're safe.

KIMBERLY I love you too, Dad. Goodnight. But Mr. Burroughs isn't ready to leave. He finishes his drink.

MR. BURROUGHS You know, after your mother died... Kimberly tenses, bracing for the worst.

MR. BURROUGHS There were so many times I didn't think I could last another day. I can't even tell you some of the things I thought about.

KIMBERLY I used to have those feelings, too. But that's when I'd think of Mom. Her strength...and courage. And I'd pray that maybe I'd grow up to be as brave as she was. And the bad thoughts would go away.

MR. BURROUGHS (choking up) I don't know what I'd do if I lost you. Mr. Burroughs leans over, kisses her forehead and leaves. Just as he's out the door, he braces at the distant sound of a CAR SKIDDING out of control. The ENDLESS SCREECH is nerve shattering. Mr. Burroughs stands frozen, tensing for the inevitable crunch. But there is none. And he leaves. DISSOLVE TO: INT. KIMBERLY'S ROOM - NIGHT The room is dark except for one burning candle. Kimberly tosses and turns. The wind sends a single branch scraping against her window. A porch swing SQUEAKS back and forth. Adding to her anxiety. A BREEZE ENTERS, sputtering out the candle. Kimberly sits upright in bed and sees the WINDOW IS SHUT. Huh? She lights a match and sees the candle wax dripped onto her table, forming the gooey shape of a...180? The match goes out in her hand. The room is dark again. Headlights from passing cars cast eerie shadows on her ceiling. Shadows resembling PLANES seem to transform into a SKULL. Kimberly, freaked out, looks around to see the blinking light from the VCR: it flashes 18:0 a few times, then 12:00. She can't take it anymore. She yanks the VCR cord from the wall and flicks on the lights, ridding the room of shadows. And anxiously turns on her computer. EXT. STONEYBROOK HOSPITAL - DAY Kimberly drives a beat up Hyundai through an eerie morning mist that surrounds the grounds of the Stoneybrook Hospital. ANGLE ON A computer printout in the shotgun seat: MAPQUEST directions to "Stoneybrook Hospital". As Kimberly drives through the gate, the mist almost seems to follow her inside. A SIGN offers a choice between "Emergency/Medical Care" or "Psychiatric Treatment Center." Kimberly drives to the mental ward. INT. MENTAL WARD - DAY A PHYSICIAN in a lab coat leads a nervous Kimberly down the center of a long corridor. The Physician consults a clipboard.

PHYSICIAN ...at the request of the patient, you are to relinquish any sharp objects such as nail files, pencils, pens, safety pins, bobby pins, no matches, lighters, belts, belt buckles, earrings, chokers, shoelaces... Kimberly watches carefully as the Physician comes to a door and punches "4514" into the electronic lock. They continue down another corridor. Lights flicker,patients cackle and moan in the B.G.

PHYSICIAN ...paper clips, watches, food, drinks, keys, poisons, pills and medications. (looks at Kimberly) You have a cell phone on you? Kimberly nods, hands it over.

PHYSICIAN Then I think we're all done. They arrive at a door to a padded room. The Physician punches in another code.

KIMBERLY Wait. Is she...dangerous or something?

PHYSICIAN No honey, but she expects you are.

KIMBERLY Jesus, how long are you going to keep her locked up this way?

PHYSICIAN Depends on her, I guess. She's voluntary. The door hisses open. INT. CLEAR'S PADDED ROOM - CONTINUOUS REVEAL CLEAR RIVERS While still beautiful, this young woman bears few traces of her former self. Her eyes dart around suspiciously, maddened by chronic paranoia. Her hair is patchy, her eyes dark and haunted. Bordering on savage. Her movements are fidgety, erratic, always distracted by something unseen.

KIMBERLY Clear Rivers? Clear looks Kimberly up and down and steps back, allowing her inside her inner sanctum. A mattress on the floor, a plastic bottle of water, some paperbacks and a bedpan. Kimberly's jaw drops when she sees the far wall: a SHRINE to flight 180. The wall is papered with articles about all the survivors (as seen in the opening title montage). The door SLAMS. Kimberly jumps.

CLEAR Kimberly Burroughs, eh? What do you want?

KIMBERLY I thought...I thought you might be able to help me.

CLEAR (snicker) Yeah, how?

KIMBERLY I had a premonition about the Route 18 pile up... I saved some people. And now I think Death is after me.

CLEAR Nice work. Maybe if you're real lucky, you'll wind up in here with me. (gives Kimberly the once over) But I doubt you'll survive that long. Kimberly flinches.

KIMBERLY It's not just about me. Someone I saved died last night in a freak accident. What if the others are in danger, too?

CLEAR Well, if you put them on the list, they're already tits up.

KIMBERLY What list?

CLEAR Death's list. The precise order you're going to die in. Clear's eyes bore into a terrified Kimberly's.

CLEAR The survivors of Flight 180 died in the exact order they were originally meant to die in the plane crash. That was Death's original design.

KIMBERLY (sudden realization) Exact order? Then I'm next! I was meant to die with my friends, so I'm next! Clear backs away from Kimberly as if she were lethal, then stops short.

CLEAR But you said someone else died last night. That means Death skipped past you. Someone must have intervened. (off Kimberly's confusion) Sometime yesterday you must have nearly died, but someone saved you. Kimberly nods, recalling the events.

KIMBERLY Officer Burke pulled me away from the crash that killed my friends.

CLEAR Congratufuckinglations. That makes you last to go. But don't worry, once the others are dead, it'll come back for you. Always does.

KIMBERLY That still doesn't make sense. You said you die in the same order you were originally meant to. But Evan Shaeffer died last in my premonition, not first. Clear seems very disturbed by that.

CLEAR It's moving backwards? Are you sure? Kimberly reluctantly strains to remember something... HARD CUT TO: THE FINAL MOMENTS OF THE PILE UP Nora's Pacer folds like an accordion, then EXPLODES, followed by Evan screaming in the Trans Am, which gets CREAMED by the semi! BACK TO: Kimberly, shaken, does the math.

KIMBERLY Yes. In my premonition that Nora woman and her kid died first, then Evan and then...my friends. Clear is oblivious when Kimberly breaks into silent sobs.

CLEAR Backwards...that's new. Clear sees Kimberly crying and softens.

CLEAR That's good. Get all your tears out now, you'll need your eyes. (off Kimberly's confusion) For the signs.

KIMBERLY Signs?

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