Jeepers Creepers Page #16

DARRY:

Are your dreams ever wrong?!

Jezelle just staring at him.

DARRY:

Your dreams, are they ever

wrong?!!

Darry unnerved by the horrible sadness on her face.

DARRY (cont’d)

You know, don’t you?

JEZELLE:

You have to get out of here!

DARRY:

You know who dies! You know

which one of us!

JEZELLE:

Don’t let them lock you

anywhere in this building-

DARRY:

You know but you don’t have

the guts to tell us!

Jezelle looking helpless. Eyes frozen on Darry.

GUNSHOTS! FAINT. FROM A FLOOR BELOW. A FRANTIC VOICE NOW

CRACKLING OVER A NEARBY OFFICER’S WALKIE.

OFFICER ONE:

(filtered)

Up top -this is the basement.

We have a 10-34. I repeat a 1034!

The officer takes his walkie off his belt. The Desk Sergeant

hurries to listen in. Lots of commotion on the other end.

OFFICER ONE:

(filtered)

Anybody on groundlevel!

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DESK SERGEANT:

(grabs the walkie)

Kribbs, Go ahead!

OFFICER ONE:

(filtered)

We got a situation down here

Sarge'!

MORE GUN SHOTS NOW -HEARD BOTH ON THE RADIO AND FAINTLY FROM

THE LOWER LEVEL.

OFFICER ONE:

(filtered)

Its headed toward you! Up the

rear stairs! You copy?!

Trish and Darry exchanging looks. Impossible. Can’t be him.

OFFICER ONE:

(filtered)

Coming up the rear stairwell!

Pandemonium in the dark. Officers racing toward the end of

the lobby.

DESK SERGEANT:

(to Trish and Darry)

Stay here!

He runs back down the hall -past Jezelle staring at them.

JEZELLE:

We gotta get you outta here.

She moves fast for a big woman. Heading down the dark

corridor. Away from the lobby.

JEZELLE:

Come on I said!

They move with her. Darry taking a final look back at the

lobby where Officers now hug the walls. Staring down a

corridor that ends in the rear stairwell.

The Sergeant stares with the others at the dark stairwell.

Illuminated by a single dollop of light from one of the

emergency overheads.

Four cops flank the walls before it. Weapons drawn. The

Sergeant hisses an urgent whisper into his walkie.

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DESK SERGEANT:

Somebody talk to me down

there!

OFFICER ONE:

(filtered)

We have one inmate and an

officer down!

More officers responding. Running out of the dark. The

Sergeant waves them back.

OFFICER ONE:

(filtered)

Ramirez too, he’s hurt bad.

Son-of-a-b*tch tried to take a

bite out of him!

DESK SERGEANT:

What?!

A shadow falling over the stairwell. Someone headed up the

stairs.

MORE GUN SHOTS. Flashes from below etching the shadow which

suddenly flickers up the wall and out of view.

Officers staring puzzled. Where did this guy go?

OFFICER ONE:

(filtered)

This guy is wearing something

‘cause we cannot take him

down! Copy? We cannot take him

down!

They can hear something moving. Getting closer. Guns aimed

down those dark stairs.

One of the Officers, DANE, looks to the Sergeant. Gets a nod.

Dane moves forward. Hugging the wall. Very close to the

stairwell now.

Jumps aside the doorway. Braves a look down. Nothing on the

stairs. Hears something in the stillness...

A sniffing sound. Somewhere in the dark. They can all hear

it. Puzzled by it.

Down the stairs? Officer Dane looks back at the Sergeant. Not

seeing what everyone else does behind him:

THE CREATURE’S HEAD DROPPING INTO VIEW FROM ABOVE.

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Hanging upside down just inside the stairwell doorway! The

officers swing their guns to this horrible visage when PLOSSHH!!!

OFFICER DANE’S FACE ERUPTS IN SHOCK! SPRAYED SUDDENLY WITH

CRIMSON. HIS CHEST HAS THE CREATURE’S HAND STICKING OUT OF

IT.

HE HAS PUNCHED RIGHT THROUGH IT! In the Creature's horrible

hand -THE OFFICER'S STILL-PUMPING HEART!

The Creature swings back up out of view. Taking his bloody

parcel with him. The men staring ahead in shock.

Dane just stares wide-eyed with the hole in his chest.

SLURPING AND GARGLING SOUNDS as the unseen Creature ingests

what onlookers don't want to believe he could be.

The heartless Officer tries to say something now but can't

manage it. Falls back and tumbles down the stairs.

The Desk Sergeant and his men are the color of chalk as they

regard each other in the terrible, silent shadows of the dark

hall....

KER-OOSSSHHHHH!!!!! The ceiling over the doorway erupts.

Plaster and dust flying everywhere as the Creature blasts

through the wall and onto his feet before the startled

onlookers.

He is instantly moving. Stepping forward in long powerful

strides through the dust and the confusion --directly at the

Officers and their guns.

Everyone opens fire -bullets ripping through the Creature.

ONE OFFICER SCREAMS BEHIND HIM -HIS BODY RIDDLED WITH THE

SAME BULLETS --FLYING RIGHT THROUGH THE CREATURE AND INTO

HIM.

The men watch in horror as the Officer flails back and

crashes to the floor.

The Creature reaches out. Yanks another off his feet.

Twitches and convulses as the grip cuts off his air.

The Creature still moving. With his other hand, grips the

Officer by the groin. Holds him out now. A human shield as he

strides down the dark corridor watching the other Officers

retreat in shock and confusion.

Two Officers behind him, running at him. One has his pistol

leveled. The other screaming at him not to shoot.

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OFFICER TWO:

No!!!

Charges ahead himself. A flying tackle at the Creature’s

back. But it is like hitting a mountain. He hits hard and

hangs on -grappling the Creature around the neck.

The Creature still moving. Not even slowed. One man hanging

on his back and one he still holds in front of him.

Others retreating. Scared. What the Hell is this thing?!

DESK SERGEANT:

Goddammit!!!

The Sergeant remains in the middle of the hall -his revolver

aimed at the approaching nightmare.

The Officer on the Creature’s back starts to pistol whip him.

Desperately trying to stop him. But in a swift and vicious

move, it swings around -slamming its back into the nearest

wall.

Slamming it hard. The Officer with it. The plaster on the

wall cracks with the impact.

The Officer’s eyes go wide as he spits blood. He collapses on

the floor in a heap as the Creature continues on. His human

shield staring at him -eyes bulging. Air still cut off.

DESK SERGEANT:

Goddammit stop!!! You stop

right f***ing there!!!

The Creature raises his human shield over his head. Before

the men can fire at his exposed chest --hurls the Officer at

them.

But this is no ordinary throw -the man is rocketing down the

corridor as if propelled out of a catapult.

Men are diving out of his way. One taken out completely.

Tumbling down the corridor with him and smashing into a glass

trophy case.

IT CRASHES NOISILY TO THE GROUND ON TOP OF THEM. GLASS AND

TROPHIES GOING EVERYWHERE.

INT. POHO SHERIFF’S DEPARTMENT BACK HALL. NIGHT. SAME TIME.

Trish, Darry and Jezelle hurrying through the darkness. Can

hear the chaos in the distance. Come upon a large rear door

with a safety bar and an alarm.

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