Host: Tomorrow marks the one-year anniversary since Velez Air Flight 180 exploded and crashed shortly after takeoff from JFK airport. It's a disaster that's affected many. None more so than Mt. Abraham High School, which lost 40 students and 4 faculty members in the crash. But it was the events after the crash that has turned this tragic story into something even stranger. The survivors that managed to get off the plane before it crashed died soon thereafter in a series of mysterious and bizarre accidents. Now to some, these deaths are just tragic coincidences, but to others, they're an indication that there are more sinister events taking place. That's the contention of tonight's guest. Thank you for joining us this evening.
Tawny: [on answering machine] Hey Evan, it's Tawny. Sorry I haven't called. Hey, listen, I heard about your lottery win. Let's hook up. Call me.
Kimberly Corman: Look, please... if you know of anything that could help us, what harm could it do?
William Bludworth: Only new life can defeat Death.
Burke: What the hell does that mean?
William Bludworth: Some people say there's a balance to everything. For every life there's a death, for every death, there is a life. But the introduction of life that was not meant to be, that can invalidate the list, force Death to start anew. You have to follow the signs... Kimberly.
Kimberly Corman: How do you know my name?
Clear Rivers: Being alive after we were supposed to die caused an outward ripple. A RIFT IN DEATH'S DESIGN!
Eugene: So, if you hadn't gotten off the plane, we wouldn't be alive to begin with.
Clear Rivers: YES! That's why death is working backwards. It's tying up all the loose ends, and sealing the rift once and for all.
Students in Schoolbus: [chanting] Pile up! Pile up! Pile up! Pile up! Pile up!
Rory: Man with hooks? Man with hooks! Hey, I think I see a man with hooks! Is that... a sign?
Mrs. Gibbons: Brian! Aaahhh!
Kimberly Corman: If Clear was right, that means Nora and Tim are going to be killed by pigeons!
Kimberly Corman: Pigeons!
Nora: What? Pigeons?
Evan Lewis: Jesus Christ!
Burke: Listen, I know you've gone over all this with Detective Suby, but would you mind telling me what happened?
Kimberly Corman: It was like I was there. I knew something bad was going to happen, even before it did. I just felt wrong, just like...
Burke: Just like what?
Kimberly Corman: 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.
William Bludworth: Hello, Clear. I've been expecting you.
Clear Rivers: Look, we drove a long way to get here, so if you happen to know how to stop Death, it would be really great if you told us.
William Bludworth: You can't cheat Death. There are no escapes.
Clear Rivers: Bullshit! You told me Death has a distinct design. But Alex and I cheated Death, not once but dozens of times. The design is flawed, it can be beaten.
William Bludworth: Such fire in you now. People are always most alive just before they die. Don't you think?
[rips off Evan's nipple piercing with a pair of pliers and begins to whistle as he cremates Evan's body]
Anchorwoman: A bizarre accident has left two people dead, one of them killed by a safety device meant to protect us. Ironically, the woman was impaled through the head after her emergency airbag deployed. She was trapped in her vehicle after it crashed into a field near Greenwood Lake. Suddenly the airbag went off...
Nora: If it is my time to go and be in heaven with my family, I can accept that.
Rory: You're gonna die after me, right?
Kimberly Corman: Yeah, I guess so.
Rory: Would you take these?
[handing over keys and wallet]
Rory: And if I die, uhm... would you throw away my drugs... and my paraphernalia... my porno...
Rory: Just, you know, everything that's gonna break my mom's heart... please?
Kimberly Corman: [nods]
Rory: Thank you.
Frankie: Ever hear of the ozone layer, asshole?
Radio Announcer: There are no known survivors.
Mrs. Gibbons: Brian, I think you'd better go check that barbecue.
Radio Announcer: A candlelight vigil to mark the one year anniversary of the crash of flight 180 will be held at eight PM tonight, at the Mt. Abraham High School auditorium.
Rory: Yeah, like, what if we're all getting that "Diff'rent Strokes" curse or something?
William Bludworth: Dead, yet still fresh.
Clear Rivers: Kimberly, look at me! You have to tell us, what did you see?
Rory: [after Burke drives past him, to himself] What? Not wearing my seatbelt. You gon' bust me, bitch?
Kimberly Corman: I know what I have to do to save us. I have to die.
Kimberly Corman: I have this really bad feeling. It's not over yet.
Shaina: Can we go get the guys? I'm getting horrnnny.
Tim Carpenter: Which means death could be coming for us?
Kat: Can we find the pregnant woman now, please?
Eugene: Honey, my ass is alive, has been all day!
Burke: That's the night I scraped up Billy Hitchcock.
Evan Lewis: Shit, I'm lucky!
Clear Rivers: Kimbery...
Burke: What did you see? what are we looking for?
Kimberly Corman: It's not here! this one was different. It was like the van crashing into the lake. I was in a hospital, there was screaming and a nurse was trying to choke me... I couldn't see her but I could see her name tag, it was right in my face... Kalargian. I think a nurse named Kalarjian is going to try and kill Isabella
Tim Carpenter: If he gives me the gas and I wake up with my pants unbuttoned, we ain't payin'.
Eugene: What? What? What is it, Nora?
Nora: No, let me go!
Nora: I don't wanna die!
Kat: Go on, I'll be fine.
Kimberly Corman: We're *all* going to die.
Eugene: You hear me, Oprah?
William Bludworth: [whispering] Kimberly.
Shaina: Look at that guy. He's drinking a beer.
Dano: Oh, easy Kimmy. First year of driving?
Dr. Lees: Your mom says you've been having some pain lately.
Nora: Get me out here!
Kimberly Corman: There's gonna be a huge accident. Everybody's gonna die!
Evan Lewis: [after dropping his ring down the garbage disposal] You little bastard. Shit! Come on.
Nikki: [on answering machine] Hi Evan, it's Nikki. We met at Tucker's party last year. I know it's been a while, but I've been thinking about you. I just wanted to say congratulations. So give me a call. 555-0123. Bye.
Burke: [after his cup spills on his lap] Son of a... bitch!
Eugene: Agh! Let me out of here!
Eugene: [after hearing Clear's explanation of death coming for them and how to look for signs to cheat it] OK I've gotta call bullshit because that's all this is is a bunch of bullshit.
Clear Rivers: Call it what you want, but it'll keep your ass alive
Eugene: Darling, my ass is alive and has been all day!
Clear Rivers: Where's Isabella? Did you finally kill your fucking wife, Peter?
Kimberly Corman: Well, nice try, MOTHERFUCKER!