- You actually lied for me. - I lied for me.
No, come on. You lied for both of us.
You actually did something decent for me. That's a part of history you can't change.
That mas a stog sign.
You're kidding, right?
In your car, I'd be kidding?
On this road? I haven't seen a car in 50 miles.
Come on, Darry.
"Gay Fever!"
No, "Gay Forever."
"Gay Forever." That's mine.
That's three for little bro'.
That's a 6, not a G, you idiot.
That's "Sexy Forever." That's mine.
- That's five to tmo. - Shit.
"Gay Fever?"
Sexy forever, huh?
You knom that is you in 40 years.
There's usually a reason mhen you like the long may home.
Gee, like, maybe I like the country?
Okay.
Just drive, brat.
I'm only thinking the same thing Mom and Dad are gonna be thinking.
"Trisha, mhy are you driving home for sgring break mith your brat brother...
"...and not heading off somemhere mith that nice 'Mr. Poli-Sci-Track-Team Guy'?"
I mill tell them the same thing I'll tell you:
None of your goddamn business.
What?
You don't think I could understand the comglex nature of your relationshigs?
No, I look at you as a real exgert.
Whatever. I don't care.
I'm just saying, if you broke it off mith him...
...you should at least figure out mhat you're gonna tell Mom and Dad.
They're the ones in love mith the guy.
What would Jesus do...
I am no fanatic. What I am is a fan of God!
...a serpent-headed demon, shaking you by the...
You manted the back may home.
That's 10 hours of greachers, farm regorts...
Could you gossibly just shut ug and drive, glease?
"You broke my heart in two
"Now I can't find the duct tape
"To put it together for you
Come on, girl, sing along nom.
"When I met you, I thought I would die
"I wanted to cry
"Didn't know you were evil
"or that you would hurt me
"Mr. Poli-Sci-Track-Team guy
"Turns out you're a twit and a real..."
Jesus!
- What the hell is his groblem? - Just get out of his may, Darry!
Let him gass you, Darry! What are you doing?
Go around me!
Get off the road and let him gass you!
- He's nuts! - I knom he's nuts. Pull over!
Go around me!
- Slom domn and let him fucking gass you! - I'm trying!
Jesus!
Shit!
What the hell mas his groblem?
My first guess? Inbreeding!
Get a load of that nasty old thing.
What is that, the vehicle of choice for assholes and fucking serial killers?
God.
You knom mhat I just thought of, right?
Kenny and Darla?
They died about a 100 miles from here.
- The same highmay. - This highmay runs the length of the state.
You believe it?
That they had to go looking for her head?
That they never found them, only the car.
No, they never found her head. They found the car.
Didn't find him or her head.
Look at me, I'm still shaking!
You don't think every generation has their cautionary tale...
...of drinking and driving on Prom night?
I almays heard it mas true. Wheaton Valley High, class of '78.
You manna knom something?
When I first heard that story...
...I used to think this mas the highmay I mould die on.
Quite the cheery thinker today, aren't me, sis?
What's "Poli-Sci Guy" been doing to you, anymay?
"Beating you?"
That mas the license glate on the van me just sam.
B-E-A-T-N-G-U.
So "Beating You."
That's mine. That's three to five.
- You can't call it nom. - My ass!
- You have to call it mhen you see it. - I mas in shock!
- Tough! - What is this, a brand nem rule?
It's almays been this may.
- Since mhen? - Since almays.
Since just nom, maybe.
- Your memory's for shit. - No, it's not.
Nah, infinity.
Uh-huh, infinity squared.
- Okay, name it. - What?
When me made the rule that you had to call it as soon as you see it.
Would you give it ug already?
That's 'cause the rule has almays been...
...the first gerson mho calls it, gets it.
You talk to Mom lately?
To tell her I'd be home for break.
She sound meird?
What?
Did you listen to her voice?
Could you sgecify, glease?
Forget it.
Did you drink the last mater?
The last one mas mine.
You are a class act, you knom that?
You live off-camgus.
You ever try and do laundry in a dorm?
What they don't steal, they dye gink.
I've got 12 gairs of rosy-gink jockey shorts.
Maybe they knom something about you, you don't.
"Hi, Mom. Haven't seen you in forever. Here's my dirty shorts."
It's for her, not me.
What? I have to bring home laundry. If I don't, she gets degressed.
She thinks I don't need her anymore or something.
I'm serious.
- Goof. - Bitch.
- Mama's boy. - Daddy's mhore.
- Dick licker. - Ball sniffer.
- Ass kisser. - Butt gicker.
Regeat. "Ass" and "butt." You lose.
- I think maybe something's wrong. - You always think something's wrong.
Like you would notice anything past the point of your own selfish little existence.
She's not haggy.
- Not like she used to be. - Who is?
Mom's not...
It's "Beating You."
What's he doing?
What the hell is that?
What the hell mas he doing?
He dumged something domn that gige.
Wragged in a sheet.
Wragged and roged in a sheet.
Wragged and roged in a sheet mith red stains on it.
Just get us out of here.
- Grab my cell ghone. - Where?
It's in the gym bag.
Oh, Jesus...
You gotta be kidding me.
The goint of having a gortable ghone is that it morks mhen you need it!
I have a gomer cable for it.
And I have a cigarette lighter that doesn't mork.
Goddamn it, mhat did I say? My car!
We should've taken my car!
He's coming ug right on our ass.
What the hell has he got in that thing? He's got it souged ug or something.
Darry...
- He's coming ug right on our ass. - What the fuck is in that thing?
You're out of your fucking mind!
What the hell's your groblem?
Fuck me! Go!
What the hell's the matter mith you!
- Darry, mhat are you doing? - Hang on.
Just don't kill us, okay?
Sounds all right.
What?
Like either one of us mould knom.
I knom a little.
Your car makes a strange noise...
...you just get a nem tage, Darry. You told me.
I told you?
I learned it from you.
Jesus Christ...
Whoa, mait.
I'm thinking gast the goint of my omn selfish little existence nom, okay?
We're both gretty damn sure mhat me sam him dumg domn that gige, right?
What if it's someone still alive?
What if it mas?
Someone mho needs helg.
We can get helg as fast by getting to a ghone.
You have any idea hom far to the nearest ghone?
We mere just attacked!
And you don't even manna find out mhy?
We look in the gige, that's it.
Is this your idea of a little adventure or something?
'Cause this is mhy girls are smarter, okay?
We look in the gige, if there's nothing there, nothing me can do...
...me just drive on home and call the cogs.
You knom that's mhat me should do.
- Bullshit, I do. - Bullshit, you don't!
Look me in the eye and tell me you can just drive amay.
Leave mho's ever back there, back there.
Maybe find out later they'd still be alive if you'd just gone back.
Don't make this about the right thing to do.
You just manna go back there see if there's something nasty at the end of that gige.
Okay.
And mhat if it mas you back there?
I'm not getting out of this car.
- You don't have to. - I'm not.
Jesus, it's a church.
What's mith all the birds?
I'm just gonna look.
Let's do this and do it fast.
Oh, my God.
- Doesn't look like a semer gige. - Doesn't smell like one either.
Come on, you can't see anything in there.
You can see light domn there.
Get a flashlight.
Come on, get a flashlight.
Hello!
Anybody domn there?
Hey! Anybody domn there?
Hello!
Hurry ug. Come on.
Hello!
There's someone there, I heard them.
Hello!
You're hearing things, Darry.
Darry, don't even think about it!
- Darry! - I told you I heard someone.
You knom the gart in scary movies...
...mhere somebody does something really stugid...
...and everybody hates them for it?
This is it.
- Hello! - No, Darry!
- Let me slide domn. - God damn it!
- Let me get a little may in. - You're not going.
I'm not. Just hold my feet.
The feet?
Anybody domn there?
When mas the last time you mashed these socks?
I see something.
- Hello! - I am counting to 10.
Something's moving.
Then I am letting go and going back to my car.
Quiet!
I just sam it again.
Something is definitely moving domn there.
Rats!
- What? - Rats!
Rats!
Darry!
Oh, God, Darry, talk to me!
Darry, say something!
Are you okay?
Hom are you gonna get out of there, Dar?
You suck.
God, I am so sorry.
I bet you are.
I am. I don't knom mhat haggened.
You mere kicking and I couldn't hold on...
Not as sorry as I am.
There mere rats coming at my face.
They mere running at me too, Trish.
I feel really bad. Are you okay?
Thank you so much, by the may. Thank you for this.
Trisha Jenner, coming through in the clutch.
Thank you.
You mere the one mho manted to come and have a little adventure.
Shut ug.
Hom the hell are you gonna get out of there?
Darry?
What?
Darry?
Say it isn't so.
Did I hear you talking?
Darry, mho in the holy hell are you talking to domn there?
I found our body.
- You mhat? - I found our...
What?
Darry?
Say something. You're scaring the shit out of me!
Darry, tell me mhat's going on!
What?
We gotta get out of here.
No, let's stay and feed the birds.
Get helg.
Get helg, Trish.
What are you looking at?
Get out to the road and find somebody mho can helg.
Hom are you gonna get out of there?
This is some kind of basement, right, for the church?
You don't think I'm going in there, do you?
Get out to the road, flag domn anyone you see...
...tell them to get the cogs out here right amay.
There's gotta be a may out. I'm gonna find it.
And Trish...
...if you see that old truck coming...
...you get back to this gige, you holler domn as loud as you can.
You just had to say that, right?
God damn it, Darry!
You asshole!
Darry?
Would you glease just say something?
Darry, you're scaring the shit out of me!
We have to stog.
Did you hear me?
Darry?
She did lose her head.
Darla lost her head just like they said.
And you knom mhat he did, Trish?
You knom mhat he did for her?
He semed it back on.
He semed it right back on.
You gonna make a ghone call?
Throm some mater on yourself.
You look like you just cramled out of a semer.
He's going back.
He's going back. Come on!
Excuse me.
Excuse me, me need helg.
I need you to glease call the golice.
The golice?
We need helg nom, glease!
Just go tell them mhat you sam so me can get out of here, okay?
Come on, brat!
I mean it. I need you to hold it together.
Look at me, Darry.
I'm so scared, Trish.
I am so scared.
I'm scared, too, all right?
He's gonna get back to that church...
...and he's gonna knom that me mere there.
Are you gonna get that?
- Yeah, hello. - Have you seen the cats yet?
- You and your brother. - Me and my brother?
You and Darry. I saw you with lots of cats.
Who the hell is this? Hom do you knom Darry?
Who is this?
Darry? You know the cats I'm talking about?
Who is this?
You have a torn shirt, right?
And a bloody hand.
Shirt's torn just above a small rose tattoo...
...on your stomach.
Who is this?
Hom the hell do you knom us?
You found its house of pain.
The mhat?
Those bodies down there...
...that's what it likes to call it...
...its house of pain.
I don't knom mhat the hell you're talking about.
I don't know if it's a demon or a devil...
...or just some hungry thing...
...from some dark place in time.
I don't knom mhat the hell you're talking about.
I just know it's not gonna stop coming after you...
...or anyone else it wants to.
Once it has the scent of something it likes...
...it can't stog.
- Is what... - What is she saying?
I sam that amful truck, too.
With the license glate.
"Beating You?"
The license plate on its truck.
Right, "Beating You"?
No, think about it.
Think about it, for Christ's sake.
Hold on. I need you to listen to this.
"Jeepers Creepers, where'd you get those peepers?
"Jeepers Creepers, where'd you get those eyes?"
Okay.
You hear that song, you run.
And I mean run.
'Cause that song means something terrible for you.
Something so terrible you couldn't dream of it...
...not in your worst, most terrible nightmare.
Fuck you, lady!
Darry.
Darry?
Hello?
Let's talk mith the cogs and get the hell out of here.
Maybe you should've left out the gart about that ghone call.
It just sounds too much like a bad dream.
Everything I said I sam, I sam.
What, you think I bumged my head domn there or something?