Jeepers Creepers Page #5

Darry slams on his brakes as they rocket into tall grass.

The windshield is whipped with grass as the car's brakes lock

up and the vehicle continues to fly forward.

A cloud of birds flutters out of the deep grass in front of

them as inside the car, brother and sister are tossed around

like ragdolls.

Trish trying desperately to fasten her seatbelt. Darry just

leaning into that brake.

TRISH (cont’d)

Goddammitt!!!

The car swings around and stops. Jostling to a halt in some

even taller grass and bringing a sudden and eerie silence.

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.

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