Jeepers Creepers Page #9

WAITRESS BEVERLY

Holding big handfuls of it

under his nose. Looked like he

was liking it too.

Darry at the car now. Shirts, socks, shorts all spilled out

of the basket. Darry looks back at Trish.

TROOPER WESTON:

Ran off which way?

Beverly looks back at the patrons at the window. Hollers to

one of the Truckers.

WAITRESS BEVERLY

Which way he run off, Billy?

A Trucker at the window points out. Beyond the pumps. Down

the empty and shadowy street.

TRISH:

It was him.

(to the Troopers)

He had time to get to the

church and then get back here

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TROOPER GIDEON:

Alright, we don't need anymore

excitement than we already

have-

DARRY:

This guy is after us!

(throwing fistfuls of

laundry in the car)

He is after us 'cause he knows

what we saw!

The Troopers stare at each other. Trooper Weston on her

walkie-talkie.

TROOPER WESTON:

Central this is 037. Come

back.

Darry finishes with his clothes and goes to shut the door.

DARRY:

Hey, you interested in a hand

print?

Trish and the Troopers move quickly toward him.

Gideon squats with Darry at the open car door. Look at the

surface of the car handle. It is smudged with some kind of

fine gray powder.

DARRY:

You can dust it, right? Get a

print?

TROOPER GIDEON:

Looks like somebody already

did.

He looks up at his partner. A breeze comes up and the "print"

starts to blow away.

Gideon thinks fast. Whips out an evidence bag and catches

some of it as it blows into the wind.

A SLOW CRANE UP:
As we rise slowly...

DARRY:

What the Hell is that stuff?

TROOPER GIDEON:

Gonna find out real quick.

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TROOPER WESTON:

(on her walkie)

Central, this is 037 do you

copy?

TRISH:

Can we please get some gas

now?

TROOPER GIDEON:

Everybody just keep calm.

Everything's gonna get taken

care of.

...until we are high above the parking lot. Everyone below

just tiny dots of jabbering color. We have ascended finally

to the top of the sign that reads DELROY'S FOOD AND GAS.

And atop that, a dark Figure is perched. His long black coat

flapping in the night wind as he stares down.

Like some dark bird of prey...

EXT. COUNTRY HIGHWAY. NIGHT. THIRTY MINUTES LATER.

WOOSSHHH!!! Trish's car flies past us down the starlit two

lane. Headlights burning into the night. Behind them, another

pair of headlights. A STATE TROOPER CAR.

Darry looks back at them.

TRISH:

(at the wheel)

They're still back there.

DARRY:

I'll bet having a good laugh

too.

TRISH:

You still don't think they

believe us?

DARRY:

(regards his sis for a

moment)

How'd he get up on the roof of

that church?

TRISH:

How did he what?

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DARRY:

It look like he jumped up

there to you?

TRISH:

Onto the roof of a building?

Darry feels dumb. Stares out the window.

TRISH:

What the Hell was he doing

with your clothes?

She smirks suddenly. Then laughs.

TRISH:

Maybe he can leap tall

buildings in a single bound.

I mean he’d have to be

superhuman, otherwise the

smell would've killed him!

INT. TROOPER CAR. COUNTRY HIGHWAY. NIGHT. SAME TIME.

Troopers Gideon and Weston in the car escorting them. Gideon

driving. THEIR RADIO SOUNDS.

CENTRAL VOICE:

(filtered)

This is Central, O37 come

back.

TROOPER WESTON:

037, go ahead.

CENTRAL VOICE:

(filtered)

Higgs and Corely just radio-ed

back from the old church on

East 9?

TROOPER WESTON:

Go ahead.

CENTRAL VOICE:

(filtered)

Its on fire.

Gideon and Weston staring at each other.

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CENTRAL VOICE:

(filtered)

Burning out of control, with

Fire and Rescue on the way.

INT. TRISH'S CAR. COUNTRY HIGHWAY. NIGHT. SAME TIME.

Darry watches Trish. She keeps checking her rearview.

DARRY:

Don't tell me you actually

like him.

TRISH:

Get real.

DARRY:

(knows its true now)

Oh God.

(looks back at the cop car)

Should'a known. He's big, dumb

and stupid.

TRISH:

Unlike the Braniacs you take

out. Braniacs only if they're

brains come in twos and lift

and separate.

DARRY:

You're probably gonna marry a

cop. You have a thing for guys

in uniform or something?

TRISH:

Well they’re not quite as easy

as the bimbos you flash those

Bambi eyes at. Watch ‘em fall

down with their legs apart.

Darry doesn’t like this. Reminds him of the phone call. Do

you have big beautiful eyes? Sis checks the rearview again.

TRISH:

I did notice he was a little

more interested in getting the

story from me than from you.

DARRY:

(bothered now)

Would you stop looking back

there? He's gonna think you're

easy.

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TRISH:

He did have a nice ass.

DARRY:

I know, he was talking out of

it.

Darry cranks up the radio. AN ANGRY ROCK TUNE BLARES.

INT. TROOPER CAR. COUNTRY HIGHWAY. NIGHT. MOMENTS LATER.

CENTRAL VOICE:

(filtered)

Plates are fake.

Description of the van those

kids gave, corresponds to a

model from 1947. We're talking

antiques now.

TROOPER WESTON:

These kids say that van chased

them doing well over a

hundred, go ahead.

CENTRAL VOICE:

(filtered)

You ever stop to think these

kids might be trying to pull

off some kind of major hood

wink?

TROOPER WESTON:

Come again?

CENTRAL VOICE:

(filtered)

The preliminary came back on

that dust you took off the car

handle? Its dead skin.

BWUMP! Something has hit the roof of the police car.

Gideon and Weston staring up at the roof. Puzzled.

CENTRAL VOICE:

(filtered)

Not just dead skin. Long dead.

That's why it was powder.

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INT. TRISH'S CAR. COUNTRY HIGHWAY. NIGHT. SAME TIME.

Trish and Darry staring ahead -ROCK SONG BLARING. Neither

looking behind them.

Something black with a cape whipping in the wind perched on

the roof of their escort's car?

INT. TROOPER CAR. COUNTRY HIGHWAY. NIGHT. SAME TIME.

CENTRAL VOICE:

(filtered)

I mean they wouldn't be the

first kids to go and ransack a

cemetery for Spring Break.

TROOPER WESTON:

What're you saying? They

burned the church down too?

CENTRAL VOICE:

(filtered)

You wanna believe that or a

hundred and fifty-year old

corpse opened that car door?

TROOPER GIDEON:

Say what?!

CENTRAL VOICE:

(filtered)

That's a ballpark on how old

that powdered skin is.

BWUMP!!! ANOTHER SOUND FROM THE ROOF OF THE POLICE CAR. Both

Troopers startled.

TROOPER GIDEON:

Hold on Central...

A puzzled Trooper Weston rolls down the window. Rises out of

her seat. Head out the window to get a look up top.

EXT. TROOPER CAR. COUNTRY HIGHWAY. NIGHT. SAME TIME.

Trooper Weston stretches higher now, looks out over the roof

of the patrol car-

What she sees moves so fast in the windy night, she can't

even react

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INT. TROOPER CAR. COUNTRY HIGHWAY. NIGHT. SAME TIME.

Trooper Weston's body is yanked out of the car. Through the

open window! Gone in one powerful, violent motion.

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