Jeepers Creepers Page #12

The Cat Lady watches puzzled by her felines.

CAT LADY:

Who the Hell is that?

C*cks the rifle loudly and throws open the front door. Levels

the rifle at the scarecrow.

CAT LADY:

You gotta 'bout ten seconds to

get your ass outta my yard!

The Scarecrow/Figure stands. Continues to stare in at them.

Silhouetted in the moonlight.

CAT LADY:

Don't think I'm gonna tell you

twice.

It's voice. Strange. A raspy whisper.

THE CREATURE:

My children.

Trish and Darry exchange glances.

CAT LADY:

What?

A chilling whisper in the night:

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THE CREATURE:

I've come for my children.

Trish and Darry frozen by these words. The old woman turns to

look at them.

When the Figure bolts toward the house!

Cat Lady whirls about. Fires. KA-BLAM!!!

THE SCARECROW DISINTEGRATES. RIPPING INTO SHADOWY BITS THAT

EXPLODE IN EVERY DIRECTION. SOMETHING LARGER RIPPING SKYWARD

AT THE MOMENT OF IMPACT.

The Figure is gone. Vanished into thin air. Unless...

Cat Lady, Darry and Trish crowd the doorway trying to see

out. Darry's gaze caught by something high.

Catches a terrifying glimpse of it scrambling up the front of

the house. Like some horrible caped insect. As if gravity

simply did not exist.

DARRY:

What in the Holy-

His cutting whispers turns the women to him. Stares at them

in shock.

KER-KRASH!!!! A WINDOW BREAKS SOMEWHERE UPSTAIRS. All three

whirl around. Staring up at the ceiling.

Then cats are dropping past the front windows. Dropping down

into the yard. From the second story? They land on their

feet. Scurrying off into the night....

Trish and Darry look at each other with mounting panic...The

Cat Lady looks to brother and sis. What the Hell did you

bring into my house?

AS SUDDENLY A FRIGHTENED AND VOCAL TORRENT OF CATS RUSH IN

GREAT PANIC DOWN THE STAIRS!

WITH THE SOUND FROM ABOVE, OF ONE CAT CLEARLY ATTACKING -the

Cat lady storms toward the stairs brandishing her rifle.

CAT LADY:

Get away from my babies you

sons-of-a-b*tches!

DARRY:

Don't!

Darry charges for her. Grabs the old woman.

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DARRY:

Don't go up there!

CAT LADY:

Goddammit!!!

DARRY:

Leave now!! With us!

CAT LADY:

Goddammit!!!

(screaming up the stairs)

Don't you hurt my babies-

She catches Darry in the groin with a nasty kick. HE YELPS.

Crumples as she charges up the steps.

TRISH:

Darry!!!

Sis hurries to him. Starts dragging him toward the front

door. She just wants out. Wants to go!

CAT LADY:

I'll blow your Goddamned head

off-

But at the top of the stairs, the Cat Lady is suddenly

wrenched off her feet!

The kids watch as her fuzzy pink slippers disappear from

view. Straight up.

THEY HEAR HER GASP ONLY ONCE. NOW A CHOKED, GARGLING SOUND.

The kids staring up at the top step where here feet vanished.

The cats are in absolute frenzy. Some baring fangs in the

direction of the stairs, others climbing the old drapes of

the place in a frantic panic to get out. To get away.

Trish dashing back toward the front door with injured Darry.

Halted by the sight of those slippers -slipping now, slowly

back into view on the top step.

Something just out of sight at the top of the stairs is

holding her there. Feet dangling. One slipper falls off.

Darry approaches in horror. Wants to see up those stairs.

Wants to see just what the Hell this thing is...

At the foot of the stairs he looks up. Can see her body

hanging there, lifeless -held in the iron grip of the long

coated Figure --pulling the old woman into him as if she were

a doll.

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And sniffing. Sniffing her. The same way he did the officer's

decapitated head.

Darry throws a look to his sister: at the door, hand on the

knob -frozen by her brother's paling expression.

Darry looks back: the Figure takes another long inhale and

then peers around the dangling old woman. Out of the shadows

and down the stairs --directly at him.

For the first time Darry sees its face clearly:

Though the features are human. The glaring blind whites of

the eyes -where pupils should be- give a much more terrifying

impression.

Not of something human but of something else.

Something dark and powerful that only wears the guise of

human. ...Something utterly horrible and without conscience.

It stares at him a chilling moment longer. Again its raspy

voice whispering from its lips.

THE CREATURE:

She doesn't smell too good,

Darry.

Darry bolts. He is to the door so fast he turns the knob

before his sister can.

EXT. FARMHOUSE. NIGHT. SAME TIME.

Trish and Darry blasting outside. A flurry of fleeing cats

also pour down the porch steps with them, spilling into the

front yard. The kids scramble to their car.

Trish flies behind the wheel and turns the key. Engine not

turning over.

Darry's eyes scanning the dark face of the farmhouse. MORE

COMMOTION INSIDE. CATS SCREAMING.

Trish with the key. Grinding the ignition. It starts.

KA-TASSSHHHH!!!! THE LARGE UPSTAIRS WINDOW EXPLODES OUT IN A

POWERFUL SHOWER OF GLASS AND WOOD.

The Creature leaps into the night.

Darry and Trish watching it. Some kind of nightmare streaking

across the white of the half moon and then dropping down.

Down into the yard.

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Impossibly it lands on its feet. Crouched low to the ground.

Like some horrible beast ready to pounce.

Putting its sites -those horrible blank eyes- on the kids.

DARRY:

Go! Go! Go!

The car squeals out of the yard, down the gravel drive and

back toward the highway.

Darry watching as the Creature sprints across the yard.

Disappears in the darkness as the farmhouse gets smaller and

smaller...

DARRY:

You see his face?

Trish grapples the wheel. Taking the dark highway as fast as

she is able.

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

DARRY:

Come on Trish, you see his

face?!

A sign flashes by:

RAILROAD CROSSING 1/2 Mile

RAILROAD CROSSING 1/2 MileRAILROAD CROSSING 1/2 Mile

DARRY:

I know you saw it Goddamn it-

TRISH:

(matching his tone)

One freaky thing at a time,

alright?!

Silence. Both staring ahead now. Darry whispering his new

mantra.

DARRY:

He was wearing a mask.

(looks to her)

Trish?

(off her look)

He was wearing a mask.

TRISH:

Right.

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DARRY:

You have to say it too.

TRISH:

He was wearing a mask.

WOOOONNNNKKKKKK!!!!! THE HORRIBLE HORN BLARES BEHIND THEM.

The van is close -its headlights blasting the interior of the

car. Startling them as much as the horn.

DARRY:

What is this guy trying to

do?!!

TRISH:

Darry!

Trish has her own problem: up ahead The railroad crossing

lights flashing, automated arms lowering AND BELLS ARE

RINGING LOUDLY.

Darry out the back squinting into the blaring headlights.

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