Jeepers Creepers Page #4

Now worming his way further into the opening of the tunnel.

TRISH:

No Darry!

DARRY:

Let me slide down-

TRISH:

Goddamnitt

DARRY:

Just let me get a little way

in-

TRISH:

You're not going down there!

DARRY:

I'm not! Just hold my feet.

As he lays down inside the tube, flashlight extended, Trish

grabs her brother's ankles.

DARRY:

Anybody down there?

TRISH:

God when was the last time you

washed any socks?

DARRY:

I see something!

He strains to look back at her. Trish too scared to comment.

DARRY:

(shouts down again)

Hello?

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TRISH:

I'm counting to ten Darry.

DARRY:

Something's moving down

there...

TRISH:

Then I am letting go and going

back to my car-

DARRY:

Quiet!

(peers forward)

I just saw it again. Something

is definitely moving down here-

Moving alright -directly into Darry's flashlight beam. TWO

TERRIFIED RATS -darting directly at him.

DARRY:

Ahhhhh!!!!!

TRISH:

Darry!!!!!

DARRY:

Rats!!!!

The rodents run right up over his shoulders. He screams.

Thrashes. They scurry onto his back. Rushing up...

TRISH:

(trying to keep hold of his

kicking feet)

It's what?!

DARRY:

It's rats!!!!

But he doesn't need to tell her. The rats run right at her

now! One down each of Darry's legs!

Trish screams -releasing her brother's still thrashing feet.

It's a tie who screams louder: Trisha stumbling back as the

rats leap to the ground -or brother Darry as he slides all

the way down the large pipe.

A GREAT THUD BELOW. Trish charges toward the pipe as the

rodents scurry into the leaves.

TRISH:

Darry!?

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Her voice echoes into darkness as she stares down.

TRISH:

Darry?!

DARRY:

Owww! Fell right on my head.

INT. SUBTERRANEAN ROOM. CHURCH. LATE DAY. SAME TIME.

Darry rubs his neck. Winces in the dark. Rust and dust

trickle down from the pipe. He sits in the dim pool of

daylight from above. Squints up into it.

DARRY:

Why'd you let go?!

TRISH:

How the Hell're you gonna get

out of there, idiot!

Darry stands slowly. Looks up the drain pipe.

DARRY:

I can climb out, relax your

crack.

He bends and gropes for the flashlight outside the circle of

light. Finds it. Switches it on.

The first thing the light hits, is the edge of something

wrapped in a bloody sheet.

Darry stops. This is what they saw being dumped down the

tube.

TRISH:

Darry?

Brother doesn't answer. Takes a terrified step toward it.

TRISH:

Do it then, climb out please.

There can be no question it is a body. Blood stains on the

head and midsection. Sheet around it. Tied with rope at the

neck and ankles.

DARRY:

Say not so, sis.

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TRISH:

(peering down)

What?

DARRY:

(to himself now)

Say not so...

He bends to it. Studies the head as he pales.

DARRY:

Hello?

Feels like an idiot talking to it. But does anyway.

DARRY:

Did I hear you down here?

No response. Swallows. Has no choice but to touch it. Gently

on the arm. Pushes it. Testing it.

TRISH:

Darry what in the Holy Hell

are you doing down there?!

DARRY:

I found our body.

TRISH:

You found what?

Darry still staring at. Paling.

DARRY:

I found the body.

Darry starts to get up. Grabbed! By a hand!

DARRY WAILS. Lurches away from it, stumbling back. The body

is moving under its bloody sheet. Twitching. Trying to

breathe.

DARRY:

Oh God!

TRISH:

Darry?

DARRY:

Oh God!!!

Darry dashes toward it. Crashes to his knees. Starts tearing

at the sheet around its head.

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The sheet being sucked in and out around the mouth now. It is

gasping for air.

Darry trying to tear the sheet. To get a grip on it. The body

thrashes.

Finally -RIPPPPPPP!!!!!! The sheet tears away and Darry

stares down in shock.

It is A YOUNG MAN. About his age. Deathly gray. Mouth open in

mute agony. Eyes wide. Blinking up at him.

Darry can only stare in terror. He doesn't know what to do.

Frantically grabs the sheet. Tears it the rest of the way

down the body -stopping abruptly.

The young man's bare body has an incision of ugly black

stitches --all the way from the navel to the neck.

Darry thinks he might be sick. Looks up into those wide eyes.

What in God's name did someone do to you?

Both boys stare at each other helplessly.

TRISH:

Darry?

DARRY:

(can whisper back)

Trish...

The boy's dry, blue lips are opening. The Adam's apple bobs

as he tries to swallow. Darry crazy with fear, leans down.

His ear at the boy's lips as they part again.

DARRY:

What?

A whispered word comes out of his mouth. Choked. Raspy.

Unintelligible.

DARRY:

What did you say?

But no more sound comes. Nor breathing. Darry staring wide-

eyed. Almost catatonic. Backs off him. Slowly.

TRISH:

I am up here all Goddamned

alone little brother! Now get

your ass up here, it is

getting dark!

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Her angry voice echoes down. Darry moves to the puddle of

light and looks up at her.

TRISH:

Is she dead?

DARRY:

He.

TRISH:

Come on, before that guy comes

back!

Darry nods. Goes to hoist a foot up into the tube but stops.

His flashlight has swept over something else outside the aura

of daylight.

He throws the light along the damp earth, past the lifeless

body of the boy and over to...

Two more bloody, sheet-wrapped bodies. Piled on top of each

other.

Darry in shock... Stares numbly at them. Swallows. Starts to shake

his head 'no'. Cannot accept this. Will not accept this.

Darry charging now, back toward the pool of daylight.

EXT. OLD CHURCH. LATE DAY. SAME TIME.

Above, Trish sees him hoist himself into the tube and start a

furious, frightened climb toward daylight.

DARRY:

Darry?

A climb so violent the pipe rocks and shimmies. Rivulets of

soot and rust trickling down the metal surface.

TRISH:

What's the matter...

But little brother isn't answering. Just clamoring

desperately to get back up top and away from this place

forever...

Halfway up he slips. THE PIPE GROANS as he tries to get new

footing.

TRISH:

Be careful!

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He looks up at her. His face is dirty and his eyes wide with

child-like horror.

TRISH:

This whole thing is moving...

He catches his breath, still staring up at her.

TRISH:

Say something Darry, you're

scaring the sh*t out of me!

Darry starts up again. His sister reaching down toward him:

Slow crane up:
moving above the pipe and above the church.

High enough to look down the lonely two-lane:

And see a van headed toward them in the distance...

Darry reaches up for his sister's hand as the PIPE SHRIEKS

AGAIN. More soot dislodging. Running past him.

TRISH:

Shhh!!!

She hears THE APPROACHING ENGINE. Looks down at little brother.

TRISH:

Someone's coming...

(off his look)

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