Jeepers Creepers Page #2

Trish's look says she isn't buying it. The SHORT TRAIN ROARS

PAST. Leaves the car waiting for bells to stop and the bars

to rise.

TRISH:

You talk to her lately?

DARRY:

To tell her I'd be home for

break.

TRISH:

She sound like anything was

going on?

Darry throws her a look.

TRISH:

(impatient)

Did you listen to her voice?

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DARRY:

Specify please.

TRISH:

I think maybe something's

wrong.

(off his look)

I don't think they're telling

us.

(off his continued look)

Like you would notice anything

past the point of your own

selfish little existence.

The bars go up and the car flies over the tracks. Continues

its trek down the two-lane.

DARRY:

If mom and dad were gonna get

a divorce don't you think

they'd have done it by now?

TRISH:

No I think they would've

waited till we were both grown

and off at school.

DARRY:

Whatever.

TRISH:

She's not happy. Not even a

little bit. Not like she used

to be.

DARRY:

Who is?

(spots something)

Hey...

They are driving past an old abandoned church set back from

the road.

DARRY (cont’d)

You see it?

Her sister peers past him. In the church's side yard, the old

van is parked. The one that almost ran them off the road.

DARRY (cont’d)

It's "Beating You".

TRISH:

What's he doing?

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But what they both see now is something much more ominous:

A tall, dark figure dropping something large and oblong down

an old drainage pipe in the back of the church.

DARRY:

What the Hell is that...

The oblong object is gone in an instant. Swallowed up by the

large mouth of the old protruding pipe.

The kid's view blocked now by the church.

TRISH:

Don't slow down!

DARRY:

You think he saw us?

TRISH:

What the Hell was he doing?

DARRY:

He dumped something down that

pipe.

TRISH:

Wrapped in a sheet.

DARRY:

Wrapped and roped in a sheet.

TRISH:

Wrapped and roped in a sheet

with red stains on it.

Both of them study the rearview mirror now.

TRISH (cont’d)

Vehicle of choice for five out

of ten what?

Darry guns the engine.

DARRY:

I don't think he saw us.

TRISH:

Don't get us killed.

DARRY:

You see him?

Both watch the old church get smaller in their view.

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TRISH:

Nope.

Someone appears high on the old roof. Standing next to the

sagging steeple.

DARRY:

What the-

Appears so suddenly it could almost be the Figure had leapt

up there.

Darry stares at this, perplexed.

DARRY (cont’d)

You see that?

She hasn't. Just the distant figure on the roof, looking

after them. Some kind of long coat flapping in the wind like

a cape.

TRISH:

Just get us out of here Darry!

The figure drops from view as quickly as he appeared.

A glance between brother and sister and Darry increases speed.

DARRY:

Grab my cell phone!

TRISH:

Where?

DARRY:

In the gym bag!

Trish starts rummaging. Finds the cell phone. Flips it open.

Powers it up. Staring back at the church.

THE PHONE GIVES OUT A LOW BATTERY ALERT.

TRISH:

The point of having a portable

phone idiot, is so that it

works when you need it.

DARRY:

I have a power cable for it!

TRISH:

(stuffs the phone back in

the bag)

(MORE)

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TRISH (cont'd)

And I have a cigarette lighter

that doesn't work!

DARRY:

I told you we shoulda’ taken

my car!

Trish pales. Staring out the back.

In the distance the dark van is now leaving the old church

and taking the road again.

TRISH:

Oh Jesus...

Heading toward them.

DARRY:

(in the rearview)

You gotta be kidding me...

THEY CAN HEAR THE VAN'S DISTANT ENGINE BEING GUNNED....

Darry floors it, the little car ripping down the highway as

the old van swoops after it -looking like a dark bird of

prey.

Darry staring down at the speedometer. He's up to ninety and

the little car is starting to shake.

Darry checks the rearview mirror. The van still gaining.

DARRY:

What the Hell's he got in that

thing? He's got it suped up or

something-

The car speeds down the two lane trying desperately to keep distance,

but the van continues to gain -SCREAMING TOWARD THEM.

TRISH:

Darry!!! He's right on our

ass!!!

DARRY:

I can see him!

The van is only a few yards from them now. Darry's foot

slamming the pedal to the metal.

He and she staring back at the van's tinted windshield.

Glints in the sun. No driver can be seen.

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DARRY (cont’d)

Hang on-

TRISH:

Darry-

DARRY:

I'm gonna try something.

TRISH:

Darry don't kill us...

He is staring up ahead at a gravel road that shoots sharply

off the highway.

Just as the van lurches up to their rear bumper -its dark

face and grill filling the rear and sideview mirrors.

TRISH (cont’d)

Darry what're you doing?

DARRY:

Jesus Christ-

BAM! THE VAN SLAMS THE BACK OF THE CAR.

At its top speed, the car shimmies and shakes. Darry weaves

in and out of the oncoming lane several times before

regaining control.

DARRY (cont’d)

I don't believe this-

WOOOONNNNKKKKKK!!!!! THE HORN FROM THE VAN BLARES -but it is

a sound they have never heard come from an auto before.

This could almost be the deep, guttural sound of a wailing

beast.

TRISH:

What the Hell does he want?!

(screaming out the back)

Are you out of your f***ing

mind?!!!

WHAM! The van hits the back of the sedan again.

DARRY:

Christ!

Darry almost in tears. Trying desperately to control the car

as it crosses the oncoming lane and roughly lurches onto the

dirt shoulder.

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The sedan shakes violently as Darry tries to get it back onto

asphalt again.

His sister screams -a big ditch dead ahead. Darry grapples

the wheel and as the sedan spits up dirt, he swings the car

back onto asphalt again.

The van tails them across the oncoming lane and back across

the highway.

WOOOONNNKKKKK!!! THE STRANGE, BRUTAL HORN WAILS AGAIN.

Darry is almost up to the gravel road that shoots off the two

lane.

DARRY (cont’d)

Hang on!

Trish just stares at her brother. The boy is shaken. Eyes

full of fear. She looks back at the van. It is charging ahead

at them again.

TRISH:

What the f*** is the matter

with you?!!!!

WHAMM!!! Struck again from behind -Darry really loses

control. Tries to swing onto the gravel roadway -but leaves

the two lane at a terrifying speed, unable to negotiate the

sharp turn.

Blasting through a wooden fence and into an open field.

Darry slams on his brakes as they rocket into tall grass.

The windshield is whipped with grass as the car's brakes lock

up and the vehicle continues to fly forward.

A cloud of birds flutters out of the deep grass in front of

them as inside the car, brother and sister are tossed around

like ragdolls.

Trish trying desperately to fasten her seatbelt. Darry just

leaning into that brake.

TRISH (cont’d)

Goddammitt!!!

The car swings around and stops. Jostling to a halt in some

even taller grass and bringing a sudden and eerie silence.

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