Jeepers Creepers Page #15

DARRY:

Goddammit you told us this

much now what else?!

JEZELLE:

(the quietest whisper)

I told you. Jeepers Creepers.

DARRY:

I heard it.

(off Jezelle’s look)

At the diner. Nothing

happened.

JEZELLE:

No. It’s playing on an old

phonograph.

(MORE)

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JEZELLE (cont'd)

(tries to sing in her

frighted whisper)

Jeepers Creepers, where'd you

get those peepers?

Darry and Trish looking at each other. This lady has really

gone over the edge.

JEZELLE:

(can barely say it)

I hear it playing while one of

you is screaming.

(her eyes find Trish)

Screaming down in the dark

somewhere. Screaming the last

scream you'll ever-

SUDDENLY LIGHTS OUT! THE HALL PLUNGED INTO DARKNESS.

The Desk Sergeant lifts the phone.

DESK SERGEANT:

We got lights out up here.

The facility has come to an abrupt standstill. Trish, Darry

and Jezelle, eyes toward the ceiling.

DARRY:

(a whisper)

It's gone. We ran it over

until there was nothing left.

(meets Jezelle's eyes in

the dark)

We killed it.

JEZELLE:

It's eaten too many hearts for

it's own to ever stop.

INT. POHO SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT. JAIL LEVEL. NIGHT. SAME TIME.

A flashlight blares out the dark as OFFICER TIM MCCURRY

starts the long walk down a shadowy row of cells.

OFFICER MCCURRY:

Heads up gentlemen.

His flashlight falls over the first cell. Two bodies sleeping

in upper and lower bunks.

OFFICER MCCURRY:

I said heads up, gentlemen.

Show me some skin.

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The INMATE in the upper bunk stares groggily into the glare

of the flashlight.

INMATE:

What the Hell's wrong with

you, man?

OFFICER MCCURRY:

We have a black out gentlemen.

That means emergency head

count.

(drops his beam to the

lower bunk)

Lower bunk show me some skin.

An angry hand juts out from under the blanket -middle finger

extended. The Officer moves onto the next cell.

OFFICER MCCURRY:

Head count gentlemen...

UPPER AND LOWER BUNKMATES peer into the beam. Officer McCurry

moves to the next. Stops when he hears A SOUND.

...A WET SOUND.

McCurry follows it. Moves quickly past several more cells.

THE SOUND HAS GONE FROM SLURPING TO CRUNCHING....

He is at the end of hall now. Approaching the last and

darkest cell. The flashlight falling over something McCurry

cannot believe:

The bars to this cell have been bent outward and apart.

McCurry fumbles with his free hand to get his service pistol

out of his holster. Takes another step:

The man in the cell freezes when the beam of light hits him.

Dressed in a long black coat. Squatting over something on the

floor.

McCurry looks down:

The body of AN INMATE lies in a pool of dark blood. At the

end of his right leg -the foot has been chewed completely

off...

McCurry in shock.

The Figure, ignoring the Officer's presence now, returns to

his work. Bows his head. Suddenly thrashing it back and

forth. The lifeless inmate rocking with the same violent

motions.

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McCurry moving fast now. Leaps before the cell. Levels his

pistol.

The Figure's head drops back.

McCurry halted by that horrible WET, CRUNCHING SOUND as the

inmate's arm falls into view:

His hand gone. A bloody stump adding more crimson to the

floor.

McCurry c*cks his pistol. The sound is loud and causes the

Figure to turn. Slowly. Until he is staring up at McCurry

past the gun barrel.

McCurry paralyzed: The Creature's white eyes glaring up at

him. Its mouth and chin a bloody mess...

McCurry should have fired by now. Too perplexed and horrified

at what he is staring at...

THWAMM!!! It moves so fast, McCurry only feels the bars of

the cell slamming into his face -and service pistol flying

out of his hand with the impact.

He has been grappled, in a blurring moment of speed, through

the bars of the cell by the Creature's one good hand.

The other hand:
non-existent. Just an empty sleeve as he

holds Officer McCurry against those bars.

Nose to nose. Surveying the Officer. Those malevolent white

eyes staring into him.

THE SOUND OF TRICKLING. SOMETHING TRICKLING ONTO THE GROUND.

Both cop and Creature look down at the Creature's empty

sleeve. A grayish powder trickles out of it.

And with it, a new hand. Drops down from inside the sleeve

and splays its fingers. Replacing the one pummelled into dust

by the tire of Trish's car.

The Creature takes McCurry's head in both hands now. Leans

in. Close. Closer...

And sniffs. Sniffs him. Leans in now. Inhales him. Savoring

his scent. -To the Officer's horror and surprise.

LEVELS THOSE MALEVOLENT EYES AT HIM NOW --AND ROARS, THE

CREATURE'S MOUTH GAPING OPEN AND COLLIDING WITH HIS HEAD.

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We cannot see clearly what is happening at the dark end of

the corridor -just McCurry's arms and legs flailing madly as

HE SCREAMS.

INT. POHO COUNTY SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT. NIGHT. SAME TIME.

Emergency lights flickering on. Tiny pools of light from the

corners of the ceiling.

DESK SERGEANT:

About Goddamned time.

Trish, Darry and Jezelle staring up at them. Lots of activity

suddenly. Officers everywhere moving around in the semi-dark.

DESK SERGEANT:

All right we are going to a

lock down situation, people.

That means everybody sit

tight, and don't move unless

somebody wearing a badge tells

you to.

JEZELLE:

He's here.

Trish and Darry look almost angry at her for having said

this. She regards them. Nods in a chilling affirmation.

DESK SERGEANT:

You kids wanna come with me?

All three whirl around, startled by the Sergeant, suddenly

behind them in the dark.

DESK SERGEANT:

We're gonna put you in a room

down the hall here.

With Jezelle in tow, down the dark hall.

DESK SERGEANT:

Uh-uh.

(points a thumb at Jezelle)

Not you, lady Sherlock.

(calls out)

Someone escort Jezelle here

back to the big, blue

Winnebago she's no doubt

blocking the driveway with.

Two Officers step up to escort her away.

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JEZELLE:

(full of ire)

These kids are still in

trouble! I might still be able

to help 'em-

DESK SERGEANT:

I told you:
outta here!

JEZELLE:

You don't see what's about to

happen-

DESK SERGEANT:

(to the Officers)

Let's get Ms. Hartman out of

here, please.

The Officers start to back her up. She looks to Trish and

Darry with the most frightened eyes.

JEZELLE:

He's gonna find you in here!

He's gonna find you 'less you

get out-

DESK SERGEANT:

Alright now Goddammit knock it

off!!

The Officers take her by the arms now.

JEZELLE:

Get away from me!

DESK SERGEANT:

I swear I will lock you up,

Jezz'!

JEZELLE:

(looks to Darry)

You believe me?!!

Her frightened eyes burning out at him.

JEZELLE:

You believe what I said?!

Darry panicking. Doesn't want to believe. Moves toward her as

she is ushered toward the exit.

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JEZELLE:

I didn't know if it would help

but I had to tell you what I

knew!

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