Jeepers Creepers Page #19

DARRY:

Yes!!!

The van roars ahead. In the distance. A TRAIN WHISTLE. Darry

listening to it. Looks at his sister.

DARRY:

Where is he?!

Trish takes no time to stare out the windows again.

TRISH:

He’s dead! He doesn’t have a

head!!!

DARRY:

He’s not!

TRISH:

Darry! He doesn’t have a

f***ing head!!

DARRY:

He’s not!

TRISH:

How’s he supposed to eat any

thing without a head?!!!

Brother and sister staring breathless at each other. Darry’s

words are calm now. Almost whispered.

DARRY:

He’s not gonna stop.

(emphatically)

He is never gonna stop,

Trish!!!

The Railway crossing ahead. The CLANKING SOUND of the WARNING

BELLS and the Automatic arms.

DARRY:

Get out!

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She can’t believe he said this.

DARRY:

I mean it, get out!

(off her incredulous look)

There’s grass over there!

TRISH:

He’s dead!

DARRY:

He’s not! We both know he’s

not!

THE TRAIN HORN BLASTS NOW. A warning it is almost to the

crossing.

DARRY:

Do it!!

WHOMP!!!! SOMETHING AGAIN HITS THE ROOF HARD. THEY BOTH LOOK

TO EACH OTHER!

DARRY:

TRISH!!!!

TRISH:

What the Hell’re you gonna

do?!

KA-RANNKKK!!!! Down comes the Creature’s hand again, making a

larger hole in the roof of the van, grappling for Darry’s

head.

It finds him. Holds on tight. Darry screaming. Trish races

forward.

TRISH:

Look out!!!

She swings the axe again! THWOMP!!! The hand grappling her

brother is severed. It falls to the ground and she kicks it

out the back of the van.

It hits hard in a cloud of dust...

Up top:
the armless, headless Creature reaches down again

with his one remaining arm...

DARRY:

Goddammit Trish, I’m not doing

this for nothing

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TRISH:

You’re not doing anything

without me!

She takes another long sharp spear and thrusts it through the

roof of the van.

Up top:
the spear-head pierces the Creature’s headless torso,

pinning it to the top of the van.

This makes him more angry. His remaining arm reaching down

for Darry -grapples with new violence for his head. Finds it.

Darry trying to wrench it off him. It starts to pull him

upward.

Trish runs forward with her axe but little brother surprises

her. Grabs her arm and pulls her onto his lap.

TRISH:

Darry!

Forces the axe out of her hand. Kicks open his door. Looks

terrified as he flashes a last look at her.

DARRY:

Bye sis-

Throws his sister out of the van. She screams as she hits

soft grass and rolls and rolls.

The train is upon them. WARNING BELLS DEAFENING. LIGHTS

FLASHING.

And Darry clutching the arm of the Creature as tight as he

can. The creature lifting him -up out of his seat.

Darry fighting it. Bracing himself with his hands against the

roof of the van.

DARRY:

You got me?! You got me you son-ofa-

b*tch?! Huh?!

THE VAN ROARS THROUGH THE RAILWAY CROSSING, BREAKING THROUGH

THE AUTOMATIC ARMS.

Trish in the grass, stunned. Looking out. The van on a

collision course with the oncoming train.

TRISH:

DARRRRYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!

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THE TRAIN ROARS AHEAD -ITS WHISTLE BLASTING AS THE VAN

REACHES THE TRACKS AT THE SAME MOMENT.

The headless Creature struggling. Darry clutching it’s arm helping

it to remain impaled to the roof of the van, as-

KA-BLAMMMMMM!!!! THE TRAIN SMASHES INTO THEM!

THE VAN CONCAVES IMMEDIATELY. RUPTURING THE GAS TANK AND

EXPLODING IN A SAVAGE BALL OF FIRE THAT SENDS ROCKETS OF

SMOKE AND FLAME LAUNCHING OUT OF THE INFERNO IN ALL

DIRECTIONS.

Trish is already crying. Sobbing as the blast lights her

bruised and bleeding face.

It is raining debris now. Fiery debris and bits and pieces of

cloth and metal.

But nothing human. Nothing inhuman for that matter. Trish

stares ahead from the grass. Sobs. Inconsolable in the tall

grass.

SLOW DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. TRAIN CROSSING. MORNING. TWO HOURS LATER.

Trish in a police car. In the back seat. Wrapped in a

blanket. Still in shock. Workers sifting through the ash and

debris of what lay across the tracks.

Jezelle knocks on the window. Trish rolls it down.

JEZELLE:

Your parents are waiting for

you back at the Sheriff’s

Building. I heard it on the

scanner.

Trish doesn’t look at her. Just stares out. Jezelle draws a

breath and starts to step away.

TRISH:

Your dreams are wrong.

Jezelle stops. Turns and looks at her.

TRISH:

Sometimes. Darry didn't die

like you said he would.

JEZELLE:

Sometimes.

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Jezelle nods in silent agreement. Though there is something

in her eyes we cannot discern.

She turns away. Moves toward her Winnebago. Trisha looking

on.

Somewhere we hear the tune Jeeper’s Creeper’s. Instrumental

version. Playful. Strange in this grim context as we:

SLOW DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. OLD PACKING PLANT. LATE DAY.

Somewhere off that same country two lane, in the long shadows

of the dying sun, this old packing plant sits. It is rusted

and sagging and as we approach, and our music continues, we

begin moving down.

Down toward the ground beneath the old structure....

INT. OLD PACKING PLANT. BASEMENT LEVEL. NIGHT.

In dank darkness, the music continues. Sounds like it's

playing on a phonograph somewhere. Yes a phonograph. The old

kind with lots of analog hiss. We move toward the music,

along an empty wall.

At the end of which, in the long shadows, a tall figure in a

cape-like coat busies himself. Though we can’t tell with what

until we are up close.

Sewing. Stitching. Fingers working nimbly with coarse black

thread.

We see now the wall is not entirely empty. Several bodies are

mounted there. Not the ancient dead we have seen underground

at the church.

These are fresher. Of much more recent demise. Sewn together

in the same grizzly fashion we know too well.

And then KER-PLUNK! A new body is hung next to them. Hung on

a hook which we cannot see.

Young Darry. Eye lids sewn shut with large, nasty looking

stitches. The latest addition in this new mural of human

horrors.

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The instrumental bridge of the song ends and the lyrics echo

in this vast underground chamber.

...Jeepers Creepers, where’d you get those Peepers? Jeepers

Creepers, where’d you get those eyes?

Echoing as we begin to back away from this sad and grizzly

sight... the Creature beginning to sew Darry onto the others.

As this begins WE SLOWLY FADE TO BLACK as our song continues:

...Jeepers Creepers, where’d you get those Peepers? Jeepers

Jeepers, Weepers Creepers, where did you get those eyes?

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