Jeepers Creepers Page #18

DARRY (cont’d)

Trisha!!!!!

Before their bodies can even hit the ground, Darry braves the

stench. Leaps up into the driver’s seat. Reaches

instinctively for the ignition. No key. The van is running

without a key in the ignition.

Clutches the gear shift. Sticky. Looks at his palm. Sticky,

congealed, crimson goo.

Its like a thin film over everything.

The passenger door flies open. Trish reaching out for

brother’s hand. Halting with the stench. Staring at him.

He just gives her arm a good yank and she is up and flying

into the seat. The van rattling with her weight. And sounding

like a windchime?

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They look behind them and see why: the van walls are lined

with an incredible and grizzly array of spears, axes and

knives.

All hanging from mounted hooks -THE WEAPONS CLANKING AND

TINKLING TOGETHER WITH THE MOVEMENT OF THE VAN.

Blades all stained by an eternity of atrocities.

The Creature appears now. On the roof of the building. Darry

staring in horror at him from the van window. Even at this

distance, caught in his terrifying, demon-blind glare.

TRISH:

What the Hell are you waiting

for?!

Darry grapples the sticky gear shift again -tries to get it

in first. THE GEARS GRIND -SHRIEKING AS IF THEY WERE SOULS

BEING TORTURED.

The Creature vaults forward. Leaping impossibly off the roof

of the building and onto the roof of Jezelle’s Winnebago.

Landing on his feet. Glaring at Darry. Starting across the

parking lot.

Not on the ground. He has leapt into the air and is leaping

from police car roof to police car roof with each stride.

DARRY:

Hang on!

Damned gears. They grind away.

Trish staring back -the Creature leaping from car to car like

some nightmare gymnast. Its tattered coat flapping like dark,

distressed wings.

Darry finally forces the gearshift forward. Doesn’t know if

he’s in first or not. Guns it.

It lurches roughly and stops. Must be in second.

The Creature hits one final car top and vaults into space-

directly at them.

TRISH:

Darry!!!

The van lurches forward again. Moving now but not fast.

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KE--RONKKK!!! The Creature smacks into the side of the van.

His face rearing up into Darry’s window. Staring in. Darry

terrified. Still trying to get up speed.

DARRY:

Give me something!!

Trish out of her seat. The van lurching again. Throws her

into the back. Tries to keep her balance. SPEARS AND BATTLE

AXES CLANGING ALL AROUND HER.

The Creature rakes his claw-like fingers across the glass in

a circular motion. Slicing into it with A HORRIBLE SHRIEKING

SOUND!

DARRY:

Get me something!!!!

The Creature rears his hand back -ready to strike the circle

he has scored in the glass...

DARRY:

Trish-

Something smacks into the palm of Darry's hand. He doesn’t

even take time to see what it is. Just swings it at the

window hard.

KER-TASSHHH!!!! He hits the Creature directly in the face

with a small combination hatchet/hammer.

Glass flying out everywhere as the Creature drops off the

van. Crashing to earth as Darry speeds away.

DARRY:

Yesss!!!!!!!

Trish watching. Wants to smile too. Shout with joy like her

brother.

DARRY:

(shouting into the

rearview)

Motherf***er!!!!!

But instead Trish stares out the back windows of the van.

Watching the dazed Creature raising his head. Staring after

them as they get further and further away.

Darry guns the engine. The van is really moving now. Roaring

away from the Sheriff’s building and down the empty two lane.

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TRISH:

Darry...

A warning from sis. Brother checks out the rearview: the

distant Creature is on his feet now. And running.

Running toward them.

DARRY:

(his smile more manic now)

He’s kidding right?

In his rearview:
the Creature sprinting after them. Sprinting

like Hell.

TRISH:

He’s not getting smaller...

He is actually gaining on them. His legs a blur of darkness

he is coming so fast.

Darry checking the speedometer: the van is doing 120 miles an

hour. And the Creature is gaining on him.

DARRY:

You mother.....

Darry’s foot flattening the gas pedal. To the floorboards.

The old van shakes and quakes at this velocity. THE SPEARS

AND AXES CLANKING NOISILY.

Then another impossible nightmare: the sprinting Creature,

without slowing down- throws himself forward like an acrobat

doing a running tumble-

But when he completes his flip -landing on his feet again- he

uses the momentum to push off. And in an affront to gravity

everywhere:
rockets himself up into the night sky.

Up and gone. Out of view. Brother and sister both saw it.

Look to each other.

WHOMP!!! SOMETHING HITS THE ROOF OF THE VAN HARD. AFFECTS

THE VAN’S TRAJECTORY. IT WEAVES ACROSS THE ROAD. DARRY TRYING

TO WIN BACK CONTROL.

KA-RANKK!!!! The Creature's battle axe punches a hole in the

top of the van, right in front of Darry’s face.

DARRY:

Trish!!!

She scrambles for one of the spears. Grabs a shorter one.

Thrusts it straight up. Over her brother’s head.

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THWAAMMPPPP!!! Pierces the roof and puncture’s the

creature’s head. Directly above the eyes!

The Creature loses his grip on the van, slides back and off,

falling onto the road again.

Darry watching in the rearview.

DARRY:

Yes!!!

Hits the asphalt hard. The spear dislodges as it rolls over

and over down the two lane.

DARRY:

Yessss!!!

Rolls and rolls and suddenly leaps up, lands on his feet and

keeps on coming!

Darry’s enthusiasm gone. Just watches breathless as this

inhuman thing comes at them again!

The Creature has never moved faster. So fast powder is coming

off his skin, a skin being eaten away by the actual wind

shear at this velocity.

DARRY:

Yeah! Burn your ass up you son-

of-a-b*tch!

He is like a comet now -a rocket of dust blasting down the

highway toward the van.

TRISH:

Watch it...

Trish scrambling for another weapon.

THE CREATURE’S VELOCITY IS MAKING ITS OWN HISSING SOUND...

Brother and sister listening to it grow LOUDER AND LOUDER.

Trish with an angry looking battle axe at the ready. Sees the

SCREAMING dust storm is almost upon them.

KA-POOOMMM!!!! The back doors blast inward as the Creature

explodes into the van.

Trish thrown ahead against the dash. Darry losing control

again. The van hits the shoulder of the road hard!

Inside the Creature advances. Trish lurching forward with an

axe at the ready for him. She swings it:

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THWOCK!!! HIS HEAD IS NEATLY SLICED OFF. Leaves a small puff

of dust at his neck as it rolls right out the back of the van

and down the highway.

The Creature’s headless body staggering back. Trish staring

at it. Charges ahead with the same weapon and hurls it!

Direct hit! Knocks the torso back out the doors.

It hits the asphalt hard and goes rolling and rolling in

sporadic puffs of dust...

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