Lost Boys: The Tribe

One contest...

- Jon, one song...

Trust me.

- Hit the f***ing brakes.

This place looks sweet.

- I'll get the boards.

That's my boy.

- Yeah, f*** you.

Hey. Who is this guy?

- Some freak from Santa Clara.

- Don't worry about him.

- Who gives a f***?

No, I'm not worried about it,

I'm just saying.

Listen, man, this is f***ing America,

man, not f***ing Zimbabwe.

Zimbabwe? Yo, f***ing Caribbean, b*tch.

How many times I gotta remind you?

Kiss my ass.

Yo, leave this motherf***er here, man.

I'll drive Miss Daisy,

I'll drive your ass home, b*tch.

Drive this surfboard right up your...

Let's go.

- We're breaking in!

Hey. Keep it down.

- Shut up!

- Shut up!

- Why, are you scared?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm scared.

- Don't drop my board or I'll cut your throat.

- Take this, Aryan b*tch.

I don't know where you found this

swastika-waving wannabe skinhead.

- Get the f*** away from me.

- F***ing psycho.

Wait till you see the reaction on his face.

Yo, it's corn-fed, f***ing...

What the f*** are you doing

on my beach?

What you say, fussy?

You're too red-eyed.

You don't run this thing.

You run your p*ssy-whore blood-clot.

He says that you don't own the ocean.

Is that a fact?

Let me tell you something.

I own every drop of water

between here and the lighthouse...

...as well as the sand

and everything on it.

Which I guess now includes you.

Hey, you know what? F*** that.

Why don't you just blow me,

you old f***?

Hey. Take it easy, man.

We're done here, anyway.

Uh-uh. We're just getting started.

- Jesus.

- We jumped your gate, it's not like...

...we went for a swim in your pool.

- We'd never go into anyone's house.

- Unless we were invited.

Hey.

Make sure you take the head.

Yo. Suck my dick, b*tch.

Hey, Shane. Check this out.

Ow. F***ing...

I think I hit the spine.

Oh, you son of a b*tch.

You f***ing...

Clear the shot.

There you go.

You ain't talking sh*t now, you b*tch.

Not bad, right?

Not bad, not bad.

Not bad at all.

Right, little sister?

Thank you.

- Told you this was gonna work out.

- Yeah? Then where's the sun?

The sun's overrated.

Gives you wrinkles.

- Chris.

- Come on.

Get out.

Be nice.

- I'm always nice.

You're the one with the temper.

Now, see? That wasn't nice.

You're such an ass.

- Yup.

Coming.

- Oh, my goodness, look at you.

- Hi. Hey, Aunt Jillian.

I wasn't expecting you for ages,

you're so early.

We didn't know how long it would take.

The last time I saw you,

you were this high.

- I drank my milk.

- Come here.

You drank your milk, you silly...

And Nicole, come here. Come here.

Let me look at you.

You're so beautiful. You...

You look so much like your mom.

- It's totally blowing my mind.

- Thanks.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry that I didn't...

- That's okay, Aunt Jillian.

- Didn't know...

Aunt Jillian.

- Thank you.

- Look at me.

Let's get you guys situated.

So this is what we call in the business

"a diamond in the rough."

It's got great bones,

but it could use a little sprucing up.

There we go.

So there's the kitchen over there

and some storage over there.

Sleeping space here, living...

Come this way.

Half-bath through there...

...and it creates a very nice

rustic-y charm, feng-shui-type flow...

...that leads us straight out to... Come on.

- this out to here.

There we go. Ta-da!

Beautiful.

Just watch that step there.

So lots of fresh air...

Scat. Scat.

Just ignore the old guy.

I was thinking 650 a month,

how does that sound?

Six- fifty?

I know, I know. I could be getting

at least 800, but what am I gonna do?

Charge you guys full price?

You're family.

Well, it sounds good.

It is so great having you both here.

Here's the keys.

Remember, Jillian with a J.

I thought she was gonna let us

stay here for free.

Well, yeah. So did I.

Does this even work?

- Yeah. I'm sure it's fine.

- Plug it in, dust it off.

- It doesn't work.

Hey, Nicole. Check this out.

Oh, my God.

We're gonna put this up right now.

These have got to go up.

It's a safety hazard.

Right there on that nail, right there.

- Oh, oh, wait. There?

Now this place has everything.

Chris, where are we gonna sleep?

No, no, no. There's a bedroom back here,

and we have that futon.

Maybe we can pick up

another futon, used, for right over there.

- A futon? A used futon?

- Yeah.

Great. Yeah.

You know, I bet this is

just like college, only not cool.

You know what?

Maybe we'll get out of here

for a little bit, okay?

We can unpack later. Let's go.

Okay.

It's right here.

Hey, you wouldn't

happen to have the time?

Um... Uh...

You're actually wearing a watch, so...

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's broken,

you know.

Oh. Uh-huh.

You're Chris Emerson, right?

Yeah, yeah. What's your name, man?

- Alex.

- Hey.

Dude, it's too bad

you got kicked off the circuit.

You were the most amazing surfer

since Slater, since Powers, man.

- You totally screwed that guy up.

- Thanks, dude, I appreciate that.

So, what are you doing here alone?

That sounded kind of creepy, didn't it?

Yeah, a little.

I'm here with my brother.

Reason I asked is because

it's not that safe around here...

...for girls to be alone, you know?

- Creepy, once again. Sorry.

- Yeah. Yeah, a little bit.

Just, for whatever reason,

this town manages to attract...

...a lot of freaks and weirdoes.

Not that I'm a freak or a weirdo.

I'm just gonna stop talking, okay?

Okay.

Wanna check something real?

Check out the Frog Brothers' shop.

I'm looking for some work.

I got the place pretty much handled.

Yeah, I know. I can tell.

You seem really busy,

but I was looking to shape.

Well, in that case, yeah,

check out Frog Brothers, man.

He's the only real shaper

we have around here.

Where's his shop at?

Man, it's in the ass-end of nowhere,

but I'll draw you a map.

- I'm gonna give you my number.

- Because that's not creepy.

- Is it?

- I'm totally kidding.

Okay, sorry.

I don't really even know your name.

- Evan.

- I'm Nicole.

Just call me if you want somebody

to hang out with. There you go.

Cool.

This should be it, right up here.

Charming.

Call me crazy, but do you really think

anyone who lives here...

...would be able to pay you to shape?

It doesn't hurt to try.

- Okay, can we go?

- No. Hand me a piece of paper and a pen.

Why?

Just in case he doesn't have a phone,

I want him to know where to find me.

Oh, yes. Yes, leave our address...

...at the creepy

Texas Chainsaw Massacre trailer.

It's a good plan.

I still think it's nicer than our place.

And what do you think

the state of the shower is?

Not good.

I think I'm gonna give it a shot.

Sorry. Did I scare you?

No, sorry, you just...

I didn't hear you come up.

You want a picture? It might last longer.

Sorry, man. Just...

You look exactly like Shane Powers.

That makes sense.

What the hell happened to you, man?

You had everything.

You were the greatest surfer in the world

and you just disappeared?

I could probably ask you

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