Alex.
Tod and George's dad just called.
He's picking you up at 3.30 tomorrow.
The bus leaves the high school for the airport around 5.00.
How's my suitcase working out for you?
Mom, you got to leave that on.
The tag made the last flight without the plane crashing...
so I figure it's got to be on or with the bag.
For luck.
Where would you get a nutball idea like that?
I'm still here.
So, seventeen, on the loose...
senior trip with your friends in Paris...
ten days in the springtime.
Live it up. You got your whole life ahead of you.
Hitchcock, let me give you a hand with this.
There you go.
Carter, you dick.
- Schmuck. - Good one.
- You left this on the bus. - Thanks.
Come on, let's get your stuff together.
Hey, Christa. Hi, Blake.
- What are you doing? - He's the man.
All right. You guys got everything?
Yeah, Dad, we're all set.
Does that mean go?
Don't know.
This is for both of you. Have a great time.
Thanks, Dad.
- Both of us. - Let's go.
- Alex, take care of them. - I will.
Didn't think anything could look worse than my yearbook photo.
How do you think I feel having to look at you?
What the fuck does he want?
The airport does not endorse solicitors.
Death is not the end.
It will be for you if you harass my students.
Hare Rama.
I have to ask you a few questions this evening.
Did you pack your bags yourself?
Have your belongings been in your possession the entire time?
Mr. Browning?
Have you received any packages from persons unknown to you?
- Same as your birthday. - What?
September 25. 9.25.
Your birthday's the same as your departure time.
Fuck off, dude. Dick.
Babe.
George, Dad said both of us. Give me some cash.
Knock it off.
You asshole.
- Thanks. - You're welcome.
Let's go take a shit.
- Take a shit by yourself. - No, dude.
Listen, OK? Take some knowledge.
We're about to board a seven-hour flight.
The toilets in coach are barely ventilated closets.
Say halfway through the flight...
your body wants that airplane food out.
You got to go torque a wicked cable.
Then directly after you, walks in Christa or Blake.
Want them to associate you with that watery sting in their eye?
That reflexive gag at the back of their throat?
He was born
In the summer
Of his 27th year
Comin' home
John Denver.
He left yesterday behind him
Died in a plane crash.
Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your patience.
At this time, we would like to begin preboarding...
of Volee Air flight 180 to Paris through gate 46.
I've seen it raining fire
In the sky
Anyone seen Billy Hitchcock? How did we lose him?
Go. Go.
Go.
That hurt.
That's a good sign. Younger, the better.
It'd be a fucked-up God to take down this plane.
A really fucked-up God.
- Hey, Tod. - Hello. How you doing?
Can you switch seats with Christa?
God, I would, but I got a bladder thing.
It's a urinary tract infection.
Let's go ask Alex.
Could you trade seats so Blake and I could sit together?
She asked Tod, but he had some medical thing.
Please?
You're so sweet. Thanks, Alex.
Thank you, Alex.
You're welcome.
You really think we'd titty-fuck them over Greenland?
Because of you, I got to watch fucking "Stuart Little."
Thank you.
Thanks, man. That's great.
Sorry I'm late.
That's my seat right there.
Thanks.
- Hello? - Ain't going that way.
May I have your attention?
To properly fasten your seat belts...
slide the flat portion into the buckle.
There are six emergency exits.
Two doors in front, two over the wings...
two at the rear of the aircraft.
Flight attendants, prepare for departure.
All right.
Whatever.
It's fine.
It's OK, honey.
Could you trade seats so Blake and I could sit together?
She asked Tod, but he had some medical thing.
Please?
What's up, dude?
- Is there a problem, sir? - What's your fucking problem?
This fucking plane's going to explode!
- Shut up, Browning. - You're so not funny.
- If this is a joke... - It's not a joke!
Alex, take it easy.
- Sit down! - It's going down!
We'll remove you if this continues.
I'll fucking remove myself!
- That's my seat. - This plane is going down!
Everybody in the aisle off the plane.
Just stay where you are. Sit tight.
This fucking plane is going down!
Go check him out. See how he's doing.
- Get the fuck off me! - Let go, jerk.
You got this? No one gets back on board.
- That's my call. - Wait, please!
I've got forty students going to Paris. Please.
You must understand my position.
I do, and I apologize for Alex...
but one of us needs to be on that plane.
I cannot let those students go to Paris for ten days...
Sit the fuck down, Carter! Sit!
One of you can go on the flight.
Larry.
They're not taking this well. One of us can get back on.
The rest can take an 11.10 flight.
I'll stay.
You know the French thing. Get on the plane.
It's fine.
Hi, I was in the bathroom, and the lock was stuck...
Wait, I didn't fight with anyone!
Damn!
Thanks.
I called your parents. They're on their way.
Stupid Alex.
Alex, talk to me. Tell me what happened.
I saw it.
I don't know. I saw it.
I saw it on the runway, I saw it take off...
I saw out my window, I saw the ground.
And the cabin, it starts to shake.
The left side blows up and the whole plane explodes.
And it was so real, like how everything happens.
Been on a lot of planes that blew up?
You fell asleep.
We get thrown off the plane and blow a half day in Paris?
All because Browning has a bad fucking dream?
Wait! The plane, it's going to blow up!
Fuck you, Horton.
The only trip you're taking is to the fucking hospital!
Get off him! Alex, stop it!
There they go, here we stay.
You're paying for my trip.
I wish you were on that plane!
- You fucking prick! - Shit!
- Call it in! - Security!
You're looking at me as if I caused this.
I didn't cause this.
Are there any survivors?
How should I know?
- You think I'm some... - He's not a witch.
I'm Howard Seigel...
National Transportation and Safety Board.
We've contacted all your families.
They are on the way.
Is there anyone here who feels they might need...
medical attention or spiritual counseling?
What's going on? Are there any survivors?
The cause for the explosion is still undetermined.
The Nassau County authorities are on the scene...
naval search and rescue en route.
Excuse me. I'm Agent Weine.
This is Agent Schreck. We're with the FBI.
I understand how you all must be feeling...
and I know it's going to be difficult...
but we need to ask questions regarding today's events...
while they're still fresh in your mind.
This will prove invaluable to our rescue attempts...
and any potential criminal investigation.
You said, "Listen to me.
"This plane will explode on takeoff."
How did you know that?
I got this feeling.
This weird feeling.
Did you take any sedatives before boarding?
On board, did you take any sleeping pills...
narcotics, hallucinogens?
Do you take any drugs?
I saw it.
I saw it happen.
I saw the plane explode.
Did the weird feelings have anything to do...
with your saying you wished Carter Horton was on it...
just before it exploded?
Then why'd you say it?
I didn't really think it was going to happen.
If that's the case, Alex...
why did you really get off the plane?
My brother George...
he told me to go keep an eye on Alex.
And so he stayed and...
He told me to get off the plane.
Larry Murnau said I should get back on...
but I told him that he should go.
I sent him back on the plane.
All right.
Nobody forced you off the plane.
You said you weren't friends with those that were...
so, Clear, why did you get off the plane?
Because I saw and I heard Alex...
and I believed him.
There he is.
Thank you for the ride.
You are looking at the first piece of debris...
to wash ashore from Volee Air flight 180...
which erupted shortly after a 9.25 p.m. Takeoff...
from John F. Kennedy Airport in New York.
There are no known survivors.
Coast Guard and naval search and rescue efforts...
are continuing at this moment...
even as jet fuel burns on the ocean's surface.
Authorities are pessimistic about the possibility...
of finding anyone alive from the ill-fated flight.
All 287 passengers are feared dead.
Amongst the travelers...
a class of forty students and four teachers...
from Mount Abraham High School in south-east New York...
en route to Paris on a field trip.
There are reports several students...
were removed from the aircraft moments before departure...
however, investigators remain guarded...
about the specifics of this incident.
Authorities from National Transportation and Safety...
and the Federal Bureau of Investigation...
have arrived at JFK to begin the initial investigation.
Eyewitnesses at the airport, as well as on Long Island...
report seeing the plane explode.
No other aircraft were visibly near flight 180.
At JFK, air traffic controllers...
are corroborating these eyewitness accounts.
After the explosion, debris apparently rained...
into the Atlantic Ocean for several miles.
Investigators are cautious about verifying these accounts...
believing they'll learn more...
Thirty-nine days have passed...
since we lost our thirty-nine loved ones...
friends, and teachers.
As each day passes...
without a determining cause for the accident...
we ask ourselves, "Why?"
"Ecclesiastes" tells us...
"Man no more knows his own time...
"than fish taken in the fatal net...
"or birds trapped in the snare.
"Like these, the children of men caught...
"when the time falls suddenly upon them."
And so, before we can heal...
before we escape the presence of death and time...
we must mourn and celebrate theirs...
with this memorial.
I hope you don't think because my name ain't on this wall...
that I owe you anything.
I don't.
All I owe these people is to live my life to the fullest.
Why don't you stay off the J.D., then?
Don't you ever fucking tell me what to do.
I control my life, not you.
I'm never going to die.
I took my driver's test last week at the DMV.
Got a seventy.
It's the lowest score you can get, but I passed.
The thing is, when I was done with the test...
you know the guy that drives with you during the test?
Anyways, he goes...
"Young man, you're going to die at a very young age."
Is that true?
Not now, not here, not ever, Billy.
If I ask out Cynthia Paster, will she say no?
Fuck.
Don't talk to me. You scare the hell out of me.
I'm going up.
I don't want you to take this the wrong way.
I miss you, you know?
Yeah, I miss you, too.
But my father, he doesn't understand.
Look, when he gets over this thing...
you and me, we'll road trip to the city...
catch the Yanks.
We'll do that.
Cool.
I better go.
This thing Ms Lewton showed me in class...
they're going to let me read it.
It says what I'm feeling.
Take care, man.
Because of you, I'm still alive.
Thank you.
We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast.
But when we say this...
we imagine that the hour is placed...
in an obscure and distant future.
It never occurs to us that it has any connection...
with the day already begun...
or that death could arrive this same afternoon.
This afternoon which is so certain...
and which has every hour filled in advance.
What happened?
Where's Tod?
Get out of here.
- Didn't you see it? - What happened?
You caused Tod so much guilt over George...
he took his own life.
He wouldn't do that.
He said we'd be friends again after you got better.
Why would he make plans if he was going to kill himself?
Mr. Waggner.
Almost autumn.
It's only the end of June.
Yeah, but everything's always in transition.
If you focus, even now, just one week into summer...
you can almost feel autumn coming.
I like being able to see the future.
Why were you at Tod's house last night?
I've seen enough TV to know...
the FBI doesn't investigate teen suicides.
They were there last night. That means, one...
they still don't have a clue what caused the crash.
Two... they haven't ruled out anything...
and the fact seven people got off the plane...
is probably weird enough.
Not to mention, one of those people had a vision...
of the plane exploding...
minutes before it actually did is highly suspicious.
And it doesn't help that the visionary's friend...
just committed suicide.
Why were you there last night?
You know what this is?
This is a...
This is Springy Head Guy.
It's you. Not a likeness.
It's how you make me feel, Alex.
I'm sorry.
No. Like you, the sculpture doesn't even know...
what or why it is.
It's reluctant to take form...
and yet creating an absolute...
but incomprehensible attraction.
In four years of high school...
we haven't said one word to each other.
At that moment, on the plane, I felt what you felt.
I didn't even know where those emotions came from...
until you started freaking out.
I didn't see what you saw, but I felt it.
You can still feel it, can't you?
Something from that day is still with you.
I know because I can still feel you.
That's why I was there last night.
I've never dealt with death before.
This could all be in our head.
It just feels like it's all around us.
It?
What if Tod was just the first?
Of us.
Is that something that you're feeling?
I don't know.
I wish I could see him one last time.
Maybe I would know.
Then let's go see him.
Easy.
Gives me a rush.
This place?
Doing something I'm not supposed to.
Come on.
Hurry up.
- Is that him? - I think.
Why did they make him up like Michael Jackson?
That's him.
Whatever it was that made him Tod is definitely gone.
Holy Christ!
Please.
You'll wake the dead.
Why'd his hand do that?
Chemicals.
The vascular flush creates cadaveric spasms.
Look, I'm his friend...
I know who you are.
What are all those tiny marks?
Cuticle lacerations from pulling at the wire.
Pulling at the wire?
If he was pulling at the wire, he didn't kill himself.
It was an accident.
In death, there are no accidents...
no coincidences, no mishaps...
and no escapes.
What you have to realize is we're all just a mouse...
a cat has by the tail.
Every single move we make...
from the mundane to the monumental...
the red light that we stop at or run...
the people we have sex with or won't with us...
airplanes that we ride or walk out of...
it's all part of death's sadistic design...
leading to the grave.
Design.
Does that mean if...
you figure out the design, you can cheat death?
Alex, you've already done that...
by walking off the plane.
Your friend's departure...
shows that death has a new design for all of you.
Now you have to figure out...
how and when it's coming back at you.
Play your hunch...
if you think you can get away with it.
But remember...
the risk of cheating the plan...
of disrespecting the design...
could incite a fury to terrorize even the Grim Reaper.
And you don't even want to fuck with that Mack Daddy.
OK, then. Well...
I'm sorry we broke in, and...
No harm, no foul.
I'll see you soon.
The mortician said that death has a design.
I'm talking about omens.
How do we know, that just by sitting here...
by sipping this coffee or breathing the air...
or even crossing the intersection...
we haven't started in motion...
the events that will some day lead to our death...
forty years from now, ten years, tomorrow?
We don't, unless we open ourselves up...
to the signs it's willing to show us.
I don't understand.
Did you see Tod die?
Did it happen again, like on the plane?
No, it didn't, but it might as well have.
This is a message from something, Clear...
or someone, hinting at a design.
Total bullshit.
You can find death omens anywhere you want to.
Coffee starts with a "C" and ends with an "E".
So does "choke." We'll choke to death?
I want to hear you...
but we'll go nuts if you start with this shit.
The mortician said that death has a design, right?
Now, what if you, me, Tod, Carter...
Terry, Billy, Mrs. Lewton messed up that design?
For whatever reason, I saw death's plan...
and we cheated it.
But what if it was our time?
What if we were not meant to get off that plane?
What if it still is our time?
If it is, then it's not finished...
and we will die. Now, not later.
Unless we find the patterns and cheat it again.
After hearing you, I do believe...
that Tod killed himself.
Baby, come on, not now.
Looks like we have a reunion here.
Let it go.
- When are you moving? - Couple weeks.
- That's too bad. - Carter, you dick!
Losing our favorite teacher.
Guys, there's something I need to tell you.
Lived here your whole life, and now she's gotta move...
We're in danger!
Enough! Both of you!
They died, and we lived.
Get over it.
I will not let this plane crash...
be the most important thing in my life!
God!
I'm moving on, Carter...
and if you want to waste your life...
beating the shit out of Alex every time you see him...
then you can just drop fucking dead!