Lights, Camera, Creeper: Making 'Jeepers Creepers 2' Page #2

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everyone got a chance to play|in the championship.

Everyone's not the reason why|we made it to the championship.

Half the losers on this bus|had nothing to do with...

us making it to state--I did.

What the f***|are you looking at?

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Aw, don'ttell me.

-We blew the other one.|-How?

Back down, everybody. Sit tight.

Sh*t. We better|break out the flares...

and get these kids off the bus.

Hey, hey, hey!

You want to sit in here|and hope somebody doesn't...

come along, plowing into us|doing ninety, huh?

All right, Duane...

you clear the bus,|I'll set the flares.

What is that, a flare gun?

You plan on being lost at sea|in this thing?

You making fun of my lockbox?

'Cause everything|in this thing...

has saved my sweet ass|at least once.

Oh, I don't believe it.

All right, bring your coats|and stay in a group.

This is Betty Borman,|out on 226.

We're broke down on east 9...

middle of Kissel County.|Anyone read me?

Want me to help you push it|off the road before I go?

I don't think we can move it.|It's on a bare rim in the back.

If you'd let the highway patrol|know, we'd appreciate it.

Sure.

Come on, guys.

Come on, let's go. Off the road.

Come on, guys.

Everyone on the shoulder.|Everyone stays in a group.

Over by the side of the fence.

Scott, come on!

Everyone stays back|and off the road! Now!

Stuck in the side|of the tire again.

Oh, God. Don't tell me...

that's a belly button|in the middle of that thing.

Minxie, stay off the road.

Everybody, off the road!

Get everyone back on the bus.

-You just said they shouldn't--|-I know what I just said...

but there's something going on|out here, and I don't like it.

I think if we just st--

Coach?

What the f...

Where the hell's the coach?

Charlie?

Charlie!

Get everyone back inside|and close the doors.

OK, champions,|getting back on the Betty Boop.

Bucky, get on the two-way,|see if you can raise anyone.

-I'm talking to you, Scotty!|-What happened to the coach?

Get everyone back onboard|and close those doors.

Do it, Scotty.

All right, you heard him.

A**holes and elbows.|Everybody back on the bus.

Charlie?

Charlie?

Hurry up!|On the bus! Now, now, now!

I repeat, bus number 226...

Charlie!

We have an emergency situation|out here.

Does anybody read me?

This is bus number 226.|We are broke down on east 9.

Jake...

What happened?

-What did you see?|-What did you see?

Come on!|Did you see something or not?

She flew away.

What the f***|is that supposed to mean?

-What I just said!|-People don't fly away!

Sit down, Scott!

What the hell's going on|out there?

I said sit the f*** down|and shut up, god damn it! Now!

You, too, Jake. Everybody.

Go sit down, Scott.

-You got a problem with me?|-No. You got one with me?

-Do I what?|-You heard me.

We don't have time for bullshit,|Scotty. Go sit down!

Oh, God!

What the hell?

Scotty!

What the f***?

Get the f***ing doors!|Get the f***ing doors!

Get the f***ing doors!

What was it?

Scotty, what the f*** was it?

-Scotty, come on!|-Scotty, we just want to know.

I don't know what it was,|all right?

It had wings--

big f***ing wings.

Central, this is unit 17.

We did a drive-by|in the general area.

Also found no evidence|of forced entry. Over.

for a little coffee and pie.|Copy that, central?

This is central.|Copy that, 0-3-6.

All units,|anybody else getting...

some weird stuff|out Kissel County way?

I just got two calls,|ten miles apart...

both reporting abductions.

All units,|be informed this should be...

strictly 10-36 information.

Someone burning a marijuana|field out there tonight?

'Cause these two stories|are way, way out.

Roger that, 3-6. Come back.

Jacky! Kissel County!

If you ask me,|this is Poho related.

Repeat--Poho related.

You all know|what I'm talking about.

This is Andy Buck.|Can anybody hear me?

Nobody's phone works.|Nobody's f***ing phone works.

We are stuck|in a broken-down school bus...

out on east 9,|and we are in serious trouble.

Do you read me?

F***! Come on!|Is anybody even out there?

This is Andy Buck!

We're stuck in a broken-down|school bus out on east 9!

Javelins?

We've got spears on this bus?

Sticks.

You want to wait around...

so you can poke at that thing|with sticks?

That thing|shows up here again...

I'd rather have a sharp stick|in my hand than nothing at all.

Hey, guys! Betty's flare gun.

Abunch offlaresforit,too!

Who says we wait around?|I'm serious.

Scotty, you're not talking|about getting off this bus.

You see that?

That means|that there's a farm...

down at the end of this road|somewhere...

and that's as far as|anybody'd have to get to.

With that thing out there?

Scotty,|with that thing out there?

Scotty!

That thing hasn't been|back here in almost an hour.

That doesn't mean it's not|still up there somewhere.

And that doesn't mean|that it is.

Hey, this isn't about|who can run the fastest, OK?

-Or being a p*ssy.|-What is your problem?

-You tell me, lzzy or isn't he?|-Check yourselves, both of you!

Do I make you nervous?

Thinking you're going|to come onto me...

and every other swinging dick|on this bus makes me nervous.

Yeah, it makes you|f***ing stupid, too!

Scotty, stop it!

Stop it!

Scotty, come on.

You get that hand off of me...

or we're gonna have one more|missing person out here.

There's nothing about|any of us on this bus...

that's more important|than sticking together.

It's the only way|we're going to get through this.

You want to play|cock of the walk now, huh?

Now's not the time|for this sh*t, Scotty.

-Big K, sit.|-I'm serious.

You want to play|cock of the walk, bro?

Why do I think you want|to call me something else?

You want to call me|something else, Scotty?

'Cause I don't think you get...

I can see you thinking it|whether you say it or not.

Just stop it right now.|Both of you, stop it!

You guys all worked together|today to win a ball game.

Now that something|really serious happens...

you can't even be civil|to each other?

You tell him, not me.

Whatever your trip is,|we ain't got time for this sh*t.

We should all be|looking for ways...

we can defend ourselves|until help gets here.

We have got to move|this piece of sh*t!

On what, the rim?

Can you drive this thing or not?

We wouldn't get two feet, man!|What do you want me to do?

What the hell does it want?

What the f***?|Is it looking at me?

Whatever it is,|it's a smell freak, man.

Get that light off him.

Hey, don't shoot|that thing in here, man!

He's right. It'll fill this|place up like a smokebomb.

Holy sh*t!

Did that just come off the door?

Bucky, get on those front doors|and get ready to open them.

What, you think|we're gonna run outside?

If he f***ing comes inside.

Oh, sh*t!

Oh, my God!

Minxie?

Minxie?

Is she OK?

Minxie. Minxie.

Minxie?

Minxie?

He eats everything.

-He knows no mercy.|-No one is safe.

Every 23rd spring,|for 23 days, it gets to eat.

Eat what?

Eat what?

Eat us.

Minx?

Are you OK?

Look at me.

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