Jeepers Creepers Page #3

Only the breathing of brother and sister can be heard inside

the car.

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That and the sound of the van's engine pounding away in the

distance.

Out Trish's dirtied window, she can see the highway through

the grass. She and Darry stare out.

The old van is not even slowing. Continuing at its terrifying

speed down the two lane.

Brother and sister staring after it. Breathless as it

disappears in the distance.

They look at each other. Both seem to be intact. Without a

word, Darry opens the car door. In some kind of shock. Takes

a step out.

ANOTHER GAGGLE OF BIRDS SUDDENLY FLAPPING THEIR WINGS.

Blasting out from deep grass beyond Darry. Scares the sh*t

out of him.

DARRY:

You f***ers!

Picks up a rock. Throws it at their ascending cloud. Needs to

take out his anger and frustration. Picks up another one.

Looks over at his sister.

Trish is standing now, staring out at the highway. The van

long gone.

DARRY (cont’d)

Still like the country?

She turns and looks at him.

DARRY (cont’d)

The next time Poly-Sci guy

pisses you off I'm gonna kick

his f***ing ass!

Trish just looks at the car, surrounded by the tall grass.

EXT. GRAVEL ROAD. DAY. MINUTES LATER.

Dirtied and scraped, the small car emerges slowly from the

tall grass. Trish behind the wheel now. Darry looking out the

passenger window.

They back out of the field. Through the opening in the wooden

fence that they made going in. Roll the car onto the gravel

drive.

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Pointed again toward the highway, Trish guns the engine but

doesn't move. Looks to her brother.

DARRY:

Sounds alright, I guess.

TRISH:

Like either of us would know.

DARRY:

(defending his manhood)

I know a little.

TRISH:

When your car makes a strange

noise you just buy a new tape

Darry, that's what you told

me.

DARRY:

Told you? I learned it from

you!

TRISH:

A**hole.

DARRY:

B*tch.

TRISH:

Mama's boy.

DARRY:

Daddy's whore.

TRISH:

Dick Licker.

DARRY:

Ball sniffer.

TRISH:

Ass kisser.

DARRY:

Butt picker.

TRISH:

Hah! Repeat! Ass and butt! You

lose.

Looks over at Trish and smiles. She too. They need a smile

about now.

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Trish rolls to the end of the gravel drive. Stops at the

highway. Looks both ways. Darry's hand on the wheel suddenly.

DARRY:

I'm thinking past the point of

my own selfish little

existence now, okay?

What if that really was a

person he dumped down that

pipe? What if it was someone

still alive?

Trish just stares at her brother.

DARRY (cont’d)

Someone who needs help but

doesn't get it. Or doesn't get

it 'till it's too late.

TRISH:

We can get help just as fast

by getting to a phone-

DARRY:

You know how far we are from

the nearest pay phone?

TRISH:

Is this your idea of an

adventure or something? 'Cause

this is why girls are smarter,

okay?

DARRY:

Hey we almost got killed! You

don't wanna even find out

why?!

She isn't wanting or liking this.

DARRY (cont’d)

We look in the pipe. That's

all we do.

(off her look)

We look in the pipe and if

there's nothing there or

nothing we can do, we just

drive on home and call the

cops.

Trish stares unwilling.

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DARRY (cont’d)

You know I'm right.

TRISH:

Bullshit I do!

DARRY:

Look me straight in the eye

and tell me I'm not right.

She won't look at him. He knows he has her now.

DARRY (cont’d)

Come on, right in the eye.

She turns and glares at him as she throws the car in gear.

TRISH:

I'm not getting out of the

car.

Darry smiles. Trish heads out onto the highway. Back toward

the old church.

EXT. OLD CHURCH. LATE DAY. MINUTES LATER.

The car stops on the empty two-lane just before the old

church. Darry and Trish regard it. Check the rearview too.

Empty road. Empty church yard.

TRISH:

Every bone in my body is

telling me not to do this.

DARRY:

Where would men be if they

spent their lives listening to

women's bodies?

She gives him a look. Rolls into the drive. The old church is

sagging and gray and has not been a place of worship in many

years.

They drive around the side. Both staring up at the old

steeple. And the THREE BLACK CROWS perched on the cross where

one arm has rotted off.

The back of the place is covered in soil. No parking lot.

Just moist dirt and leaves. Mulch. And ahead, through the

windshield, the large drain pipe sticking out of the ground.

Trish drives slowly toward it. Stops a few yards away. Looks

at her brother. Suddenly Darry doesn't look so brave either.

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DARRY:

I'm just gonna look.

TRISH:

You look like you're gonna

puke.

Darry opens the car door. Gets out. Looks out to the highway.

Then the surrounding woods in back of the church. No one.

Moves toward the old pipe when the sound of his sister turns

his head.

TRISH:

Let's do this and do it fast.

They approach the pipe warily. It is corrugated metal and

sticks out of the ground about three feet. Angled into the

ground, its jagged metal mouth is about three feet wide.

DARRY:

Drainage pipe or something?

Trish and Darry stare down the dark tunnel. A breeze comes

out of it. And a terrible stench...

TRISH:

Oh my God...

She covers her mouth and stares at her brother.

DARRY:

That breeze has to come from

somewhere.

TRISH:

Somewhere rank.

DARRY:

Doesn't look like a sewer

pipe.

TRISH:

Come on Darry! We can't see

anything down there!

DARRY:

(nods to the car)

You gotta flashlight?

She throws him a cold look. Moves back to the car. Darry

stares down into the pitch.

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DARRY:

Hello?

Listens to his echo.

DARRY:

Anybody down there?

Again his voice rebounding. Looks back toward the car when

the smallest of sounds drifts up the pipe.

Darry whirls back to it. Stares in. SOMEWHERE DOWN IN THE

DARK, A MURMUR. A SOFT, MUFFLED, HUMAN SOUND.

DARRY:

Hello?

(to Trish)

Hurry up!

Trish brings the flashlight. Darry grabs it out of her hand.

Shines it down the long length of metal.

DARRY:

Hello?!

(off her look)

There's someone down there!

I just heard them!

(again into the dark)

Hello?!

The light reveals dark earth at the bottom of the pipe. Some

twenty-five feet down.

TRISH:

You're hearing things.

Darry tests the strength of the pipe. It is anchored solidly

in the ground.

TRISH:

Darry, don't even think about

it.

He hoists himself up into the mouth.

DARRY:

I told you I heard someone!

Crouched inside the pipe, he stares down. Holds the

flashlight with one hand and the lip of the tube with the

other.

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TRISH:

You know the part in scary

movies where somebody does

something really stupid and

everybody hates them for it?

(off his look)

This is it!

A small, scuffling sound from below.

Trish hears this. Darry stares down the tunnel, raking the

darkness with the flashlight. Looks back at her. His

expression asks her Did you hear that?!

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