Jeepers Creepers Page #17

JEEPERS CREEPERS

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Darry tries it. Won’t open. Tries it again viciously. Whirls

to Jezelle.

DARRY:

This is your way out?!

JEZELLE:

The doors must lock

automatically in a power out.

DARRY:

You didn’t know that?!

JEZELLE:

Well I'm sorry honey but I

can't dream everything now can

I?

Eyes and ears on alert: the distant commotion is suddenly

still. Deathly still.

JEZELLE:

We have to get upstairs!

TRISH:

We have to get out!

JEZELLE:

There’s no other way out down

here except the front.

TRISH:

How are we gonna get out from

upstairs!?

Darry sees it first: At the far end of the hall. A familiar

silhouette. Still. Impassive.

JEZELLE:

Upstairs.

Trish and Darry dash up the stairs and The Creature takes off

toward them like a rocket.

Sprints so fast his coat billows in his wake, like dark wings.

Jezelle just kneels. No chance she could make it up those

stairs fast enough. Instead, bows her head in prayer as the

Creature races toward her.

JEZELLE:

Our Father who art in Heaven,

hallowed be Thy name...

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The Creature is so close she can feel his wind... can feel it

blasting past her.

Her moment of doom has passed quickly. She turns and sees the

Creature racing up the stairs at top speed.

INT. SHERIFF’S DEPARTMENT SECOND STORY. NIGHT. SAME TIME.

Trish and Darry running for their lives. Where to they don’t

know. The corridors are dark and maze-like.

Stopping finally. Confused whether to keep moving or find a

place and hide.

They don’t have to think long. The Creature roars into view

ahead of them and they start a nightmare flight back into the

maze.

The Creature pursues with incredible speed. The kids

practically falling around corners they are running so fast.

Behind them like some Dark Avenger, the Creature soars.

Gaining. Always gaining.

Rounds another corner and halts: The kids gone. Several doors

they could’ve slipped into. He chooses one.

The Creature in the doorway. This is an interrogation room.

Dark and empty. Caught by its own reflection in the large

mirror on the wall.

A two-way mirror. On the other side, Trish and Darry,

watching breathless. Terrified as the Creature surveys the

mirror and steps toward it.

The kids silent. Holding each other. The terrible visage of

the Thing pressed against the glass now. Does it sense

something behind it?

Those white eyes staring in. As if they could see through it.

And then its tongue comes out. Long. Licks the glass from low

to high in some horrible, pre-culinary gesture.

Trish and Darry watching with repulsion. Then relief. Having

left a snail trail on the mirror, the Creature is turning

away. Turning away from the mirror and-

KER-TASSSSHHH!!!! The plexi-window explodes as the Creature

crashes through it. Trish and Darry scrambling back in a

blind panic and a shower of glass.

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The Creature in the center of the room. Poised like an

animal, ready to pounce.

Trish and Darry can barely move. Paralyzed with fear as the

Thing steps closer. Backs them to the wall. Brother and

sister, side by side.

Those hideous milky eyes glare at Trish. Burning into her.

Watches as he inches closer.

Darry starts to move. Pinned against the wall instantly by

the Creature's iron grip. Pinned there watching as the

Creature moves even closer to his sister.

TRISH:

(barely a whisper)

Darry...

Nose to nose now they are so close. She can feel the horrid

stench of his cannibal breath. Its horrible, raspy whisper

now:

THE CREATURE:

Sister, sister...

Watches in terror as it gets so close she thinks it might

kiss her...

But it sniffs her instead.

Short little sniffs at first. Darry and Trish watching this

in horror.

Then sniffs long and deep as Trish stares full of fear, into

those horrible eyes.

Eyes that close as another deep inhale commences. They open

again -abruptly. Stares at her a moment longer and tosses her

aside.

The Creature instantly on Darry. Nose to nose. A big deep

inhale as little brother watches. Tries to find his sister,

somewhere on the floor. His whisper like a child’s.

DARRY:

Please let me smell bad...

Please let me smell bad,

Trish...

Another long inhale. This time, the Creature’s head drops

back.

Darry can see the nostrils. Flaring. Fluttering. Nostrils

don’t flutter.

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They do it again. As if the scent they were sampling, sent

his nostrils into uncontrollable twitching....

There can be no doubt, as the Creature levels those eyes at

Darry -that it has found what it wants. Something about or

inside him it finds irresistible...

DARRY:

Its gonna eat me Trish....

This motherf***er’s gonna eat

me....

CLINK CLANK! RIFLES BEING COCKED. BIG ONES.

The Creature halts but doesn’t turn. The shattered window to

the other room is filled with FOUR OFFICERS IN RIOT GEAR. The

Sergeant their leader.

DESK SERGEANT:

Step away from the kid.

The Creature still doesn’t move. Stares at Darry.

DESK SERGEANT:

(cont’d)

Darius? Just step this way

with your sister.

Darry stares at the Creature for a long moment. Then slowly,

inches down the wall. The Creature watching him.

Once out from under him, Darry scrambles to Trish and they

fly out the door into the hall. The Creature turns toward

them, but all rifles raise.

The Creature slowly raises his head -eyes glaring at them

from an angry furrowed brow that seems to say Who in the

f*** do you think you are?

The Creature roars toward them and the guns blaze.

INT. POHO SHERIFF’S DEPARTMENT STAIRWELL. NIGHT. SAME TIME.

AS THE SOUNDS OF A WAR RAGE OVERHEAD, Trish and Darry

scramble down a stairwell that empties into the dark lobby.

Halted by the bodies scattered everywhere. Like a massacre.

ONE BODY sticking half out a plexi-glass window he was thrown

through.

A BODY at the corner of the Sergeant’s desk is just a torso.

His bottom half no where to be seen...

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Trish and Darry blast forward. Sprinting through the

atrocities and toward the entrance. The glass doors -also

shattered by AN OFFICER’S BODY hanging half in and out.

They step over him and out to the parking lot.

EXT. POHO COUNTY SHERIFF’S BLDG. EXT. NIGHT. SAME TIME.

Trish and Darry searching frantically for their car. They see

Jezelle’s Winnebago. But not a sign of their own vehicle. No

way to drive out of here.

Except for the Creature’s black van still idling in the

corner of the lot.

MORE GUNSHOT BLASTS and flashes from the second story.

To Darry, the choice is simple. He is sprinting toward the

van.

TRISH:

No!

Little brother sprints to the driver door and throws it open.

A STENCH SO FOUL meets him that he has to grimace. Thinks

twice about this now.

DARRY:

I am not doing this Darry!

KA-TASSSHHHH!!!!! TWO OFFICERS COME CRASHING OUT A SECOND

STORY WINDOW.

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