Jeepers Creepers Page #6

The figure reaching out is just another corpse on a new wall

in front of him. He has finally arrived at the end of this

horrible room.

Between this corpse and another, Darry can see hinges.

DARRY:

You're f***ing kidding me...

This withered corpse, with his outstretched hand is a door.

He looks at the hand. The handle? This is what I have to pull

to get out of here?

He swallows, draws a breath and reaches out. Avoids the

leathery fingers and takes the forearm. Gets his grip.

Pulls! The door doesn't move! Darry can't believe what he's

doing. Gets a tighter grip and pulls again! Hard!

This door hasn't been opened in years.

Reaches out again -when the corpses' head turns toward

him.... with its empty eyes and gaping mouth!

Darry leaps away. Staring terrified.

But the head has only been jarred loose. It falls now, right

off the neck. Hangs by a leathery strand of flesh.

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This is enough! Darry reaches out. Yanks with all his might

on the forearm of the headless man and in a terrible frenzy

dislodges the door.

It comes off its hinges and topples toward Darry -corpse and

all.

The door is heavy and it hits hard -but not as hard as Darry

hits the ground.

The corpse falling on top of him -the head still attached by

some brittle tendon, nuzzles into his shoulder.

Darry doesn't have time to scream -he throws the door off him

and scrambles forward, through the dark open doorway and up

some dusty steps beyond.

Climbing and screaming. Screaming and climbing. And climbing

some more...

EXT. OLD CHURCH. NIGHT. MOMENTS LATER.

Down the highway, two headlights appear.

Trish instantly afraid. Stares down at them. Could this be

him?

Trish looks at the church. Where the Hell is he?

The headlights closer now. The vehicle is big. The van?

She is suddenly unreasonable with panic. Doesn't know what to

do. --The lights of the oncoming vehicle starting to show on

her face.

She ducks. Below the dashboard. Can hear THE ENGINE. HEAVY

LIKE THE VAN. Lights spilling across the dash now. She

reaches up from below. Turns the key.

The engine won't turn over.

Lights really bright now. Almost upon her. Turns the key

again. Goddamn thing won't start!

Trish's eyes starting to well. Light filling the interior of

the car. The engine finally sparks. She is ready.

But the lights are passing now. And she peeks over the dash

at nothing but an old pick up continuing on down the highway.

Trish sits up- SCREAMS!!! SOMEONE AT HER WINDOW. STARING IN.

DARK FACE. WIDE EYES ETCHED IN THE DYING LIGHT OF THE PASSING

TRUCK.

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Darry. Almost comatose, staring in at her.

TRISH:

Goddammit Darry!!!!

He just stares.

TRISH:

You a**hole!

Sees that something is very wrong. Little brother just

staring back.

EXT. LONELY COUNTRY ROAD. NIGHT. MINUTES LATER.

Trish drives in silence. The highway rushing past them. Keeps

throwing looks at her brother. Still as a statue. Face dirty.

Bloody hand wrapped in a piece of torn T shirt. Eyes staring

ahead.

Oncoming headlights now. Both brother and sister study them.

Another truck. It rushes past.

A sign up ahead:

TRENTDALE:

TRENTDALETRENTDALE 25 Miles

25 Miles25 Miles

She watches it fly by. Looks to him again.

TRISH:

Would you please just say

something?!

(no response)

I mean it Darry, you're

scaring the sh*t out of me!

His voice as subdued as she has ever heard it.

DARRY:

I saw 'em, Trish. Kenny and

Darla. Class of '80.

She just stares.

DARRY:

They were down there, both of

them.

(holds up a hand, not

looking at her)

I saw his ring. He was still

wearing his Varsity ring.

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TRISH:

You said that happened a

hundred miles from here-

DARRY:

I said I saw 'em!

(angry silence)

All dead and dried up down

there with a whole bunch of

others, okay!?

She more frightened by his state than by his words.

DARRY (cont’d)

Don't tell me you don't

believe me, alright?!

(points a rabid finger at

her)

Don't make me tell you

everything I saw down there

'cause you don't wanna hear

it, okay?!

Her brother's eyes fill with angry tears. Then goes silent

again. Drops his head against the window.

Trish looks at the fuel indicator. Only a quarter of a tank

left.

DARRY (cont’d)

She did lose her head.

Looks over at her brother. Staring out the window into the

passing night.

DARRY:

Darla lost her head just like

they said.

(off her look)

And you know what he did,

Trish? You know what he did

for her? He sewed it back on.

Darry lets out a little laugh. Is he going crazy?

DARRY:

Sewed it right back on.

EXT. TRENTDALE. NIGHT. TEN MINUTES LATER.

Trish's sedan rambles off the two-lane and toward a small

cluster of buildings under the starry night sky. Past a

weathered and aging sign that reads:

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Welcome to TRENTDALE

Welcome to TRENTDALEWelcome to TRENTDALE Population 517

Population 517Population 517

Brother and sister look to each other. Neither wants to stop.

TRISH:

We have to or we're not gonna

make it home.

She continues on toward the only lights. Combination

Restaurant and Gas Station. The tall sign stretching into the

stars announces plainly:

DELROY'S GAS AND FOOD

DELROY'S GAS AND FOODDELROY'S GAS AND FOOD

Trish pulls in. Rolls under the hot white neon over the gas

pumps. Looks over at little brother.

TRISH:

You gonna make a phone call?

Darry just nods. Opens the car door.

TRISH:

Throw some water on yourself.

You look like you just crawled

out of a sewer.

Darry moves with fatigue toward the restaurant. Several cars

and big trucks parked around it.

Trish moves to the pump. There is a pad lock on it. She grabs

it. Yanks on it. Turns to her brother.

TRISH:

Darry?

(off his look)

Pumps are locked.

She watches him turn and move inside.

INT. DELROY'S FOOD AND GAS. NIGHT. SAME TIME.

Darry steps in. Darker than he expected. Stares ahead. Etched

in the light of a cigarette machine.

He must look pretty bad because those who do catch a glimpse

of him, take another one quickly.

Like the PLUMP WAITRESS eye-balling him. She is fifty-

something. Name tag reads BEVERLY.

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WAITRESS BEVERLY

Restrooms are for paying

customers, kiddo.

DARRY:

Could we get some gas, please?

The woman looks out the window, sees Trish leaning against

the car.

WAITRESS:

(a well worn rhyme)

Pump's locked at eight

o'clock.

Darry has no energy to argue. Looks out at his sister.

DARRY:

Lights are still on.

WAITRESS:

(calls back to the kitchen)

Arnie, you got the pump lights

on again!

Trish suddenly plunged into darkness. Waitress Beverly looks

back to Darry as if that settled everything.

DARRY:

We really need some gas.

WAITRESS BEVERLY

You look like you need a

little more than gas, kiddo.

EXT. DELROY'S FOOD AND GAS. NIGHT. SAME TIME.

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