Jeepers Creepers Page #10

HER SCREAM swallowed instantly as she disappears.

Trooper Gideon in shock. No time to even turn his head--

WHAM!!! The large, razor sharp blade of a battle axe breaks

through the roof of the police car --right in front of his

face.

INT. TRISH'S CAR. COUNTRY HIGHWAY. NIGHT. SAME TIME.

The kids still listening to the loud song. Behind them, the

patrol car swerves erratically. Something dark still riding

on top of it.

DARRY:

(shouting)

They're gonna be in Concert in

August, downtown!

EXT. TROOPER CAR. COUNTRY HIGHWAY. NIGHT. SAME TIME.

Trooper Gideon's head is yanked up through a hole ripped in

the roof of the car.

The Figure that grips him, rears back with the same razor-

sharp battle axe. Almost Medieval-looking.

And in one neat swoop -swings it at the Trooper's head.

INT. TRISH'S CAR. COUNTRY HIGHWAY. NIGHT. SAME TIME.

Angle behind brother and sister: ROCK SONG BLARING AS

-something big hits the roof of the car. Hard and fast. Flies

down the windshield and off the hood.

Trish slams on the brakes. Both of them clutching the

dashboard. The car swings to a halt in the middle of the two-

lane.

TRISH:

What was that?

Brother sticks his head out the window. Stares into the night

sky. Sis looking behind them.

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The Trooper vehicle angled across the two lane. It too has

made a hurried stop. No movement inside. Dark and silent.

Silhouetted in the moonlight.

DARRY:

What the Hell?

Brother and sister look at each other. Darry's head again out

the window.

DARRY (cont’d)

Hey!

Darry's voice echoes into the night.

DARRY (cont’d)

You okay in there?

Darry gets out. Trish follows.

DARRY (cont’d)

Stay here.

Trish looks at him. No way!

Darry takes a tentative step toward the moonlit vehicle.

Wishes he could see more.

Trish seeing the dents on the roof of her car where the

object hit. Dents with a spatter pattern. Blood.

TRISH:

Darry...

Looks back at her. She holds up three fingers smudged with

blood.

DARRY:

(screams at the car)

Hey!

The car's police lights flash on. Startles Darry and Trish.

Both squinting into them.

DARRY (cont’d)

Get back in the car.

(turns to Trish)

Get back in the car!

Someone is staring out behind the wheel of that car.

Peering at them, through the angry flashes of red and blue...

through a windshield spattered with blood...

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DARRY (cont’d)

Trish, get in the car!

Trish paling. Turning to do this. Caught by the sight of

something else.

Down the road -just past the police car. A roundish thing in

the middle of the highway -silhouetted in moonlight.

Trooper Gideon's head. Staring out at her with dead eyes.

This is what hit them and rolled off the hood!

TRISH:

Darry...

Darry trying to make out the face in the flaring lights. The

eyes. So white.

DARRY:

Trish...

The patrol car's door swings open and both of them whirl

around. Back toward their own vehicle. Leaping in.

Trish behind the wheel. Grapples for the stick shift in a

blind panic. Darry just as fast into the passenger seat.

Slams the door.

A tall, powerful silhouette rises out of the patrol car.

Turning instantly away from them.

DARRY (cont’d)

Whoa, did you see that?

As it turns -its face glints for a moment in the moonlight.

The eyes. So white because they are just that and nothing

else.

No pupils or irises. A trick of the moonlight?

Trish staring. The car hasn't moved. Her hand still on the

stickshift.

The figure walks away from them with a chillingly casual

gait. His black coat flapping cape-like. And in the glare of

the flashing red and blue, walks back toward Gideon's head.

Whistling. Whistling a tune the kids have heard in the diner:

Jeepers, Creepers, where'd you get those Peepers?

Brother and sister transfixed. Watching as with a single

hand, the Figure reaches down and lifts Gideon's head by the

hair. Holds it then, in both hands. Looking at it.

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Holds it high. Level with its own eyes. Draws it closer. So

close he could be kissing it.

DARRY (cont’d)

(a whisper)

I'm not seeing this.

The Figure turns the grizzly thing around now. Does the same

with the back of the head.

And both kids realize what he is doing. Smelling it...

DARRY (cont’d)

What the Hell are we looking

at, Trish?

More horrid disbelief as the figure drop kicks the head sending

it high in the sky and off into the tall grass of the

nearby field.

DARRY (cont’d)

Let's get the Hell outta

here...

The Figure turns now. Staring back at them.

DARRY:

Go.

Trish guns the engine and the car screams back down the

highway.

The dark figure watches this from afar. Still as a statue.

INT. TRISH'S CAR. COUNTRY HIGHWAY. NIGHT. SAME TIME.

DARRY:

What is this guy?

Sees her brother staring out the rear.

DARRY:

What is this guy, Trish?

What'd he do to those cops?

TRISH:

Don't know and don't wanna.

DARRY:

And why didn't he do it to us?

You see the way he looked at

us?

(looks back at her)

(MORE)

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DARRY (cont'd)

Like he's playing with us.

Like running us off the road

was just some kind of game.

EXT. LONELY COUNTRY ROAD. NIGHT.

Back at the scene of the crime, the empty patrol car, engine

running, rolls slowly off the highway and into a field.

The dark Figure watches only for a moment -moving away while

the car still travels pilotless deeper into the field.

Before it even settles, WE CAN THE HEAR THE RUMBLE OF THE

DARK VAN'S ENGINE. We leave the patrol car for a glimpse at

the highway when-

WOOSHHH!!! The dark van rips past us down the moonlit two

lane.

EXT. ANOTHER STRETCH OF COUNTRY ROAD. NIGHT. MINUTES LATER.

Both Trish and Darry see it at the same time. A farmhouse.

Down a gravel drive off the road. Lights on in the windows.

TRISH:

There's a phone!

DARRY:

You sure you wanna stop?!

TRISH:

I wanna get to anyone who can

help us!

DARRY:

What's the next town?

TRISH:

I don't know and I'm not gonna

wait to find out.

Trish takes the gravel drive. Jostles down the lane.

TRISH:

Look we just ask to use the

phone, okay? We don't freak

these people out.

The house comes into more detail. Old and sagging. But its

warmly lit windows like a beacon. Of safety. Sanity.

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TRISH:

We don't wanna scare 'em. We

just wanna call for help.

Headlights etching the overgrown garden that is the front

yard. An ancient pick-up to one side. In the center of the

overgrowth, a sagging thing scarcely presuming to be a

scarecrow.

DARRY:

Too spooky.

Trish looks at him. He's serious.

DARRY:

Too spooky. Let's just get the

Hell outta here.

At the outskirts of the yard, a plastic sunflower ticks away

in a night breeze as the car comes to a halt.

TRISH:

It's pretty run down. Hope

they have a phone.

DARRY:

I hope they have a gun.

TRISH:

I hope they don't.

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