The Lost Boys Page #5

MICHAEL:

We were gonna grab some food.

DAVID:

Good idea.

(turns)

Marko. We're hungry.

Marko nods and leaves.

DAVID:

See? All you gotta do is ask.

(lights up a

joint)

How about an appetizer?

David takes the first hit, then passes it to Michael.

Star seems troubled.

53 EXT. GRANDPA'S HOUSE - ESTABLISHING - NIGHT 53

54 INT. SAM'S BEDROOM - NIGHT 54

Sam is lying in bed reading Vampires Everywhere. Lucy

enters.

LUCY:

Ten o'clock. Lights out.

Lucy opens the closet and throws a few items inside, then

walks away.

SAM:

Mom.

She closes the closet door.

LUCY:

I can't sleep with the closet

door open, either. Not even a

crack.

(pause)

Your father doesn't mind, though.

It could be wide open for all he

cared. I think one of the reasons

I divorced him was because he

never believed... in the horror...

of the closet monster!

GRANDPA (O.S.)

Closet monster!?

Taken by surprise, Lucy and Sam yelp like a pair of

scared puppies.

LUCY:

Dad! Don't sneak up on people

like that!

GRANDPA:

It's called the Indian walk.

Walkin' without makin' a sound.

Grandpa is holding something behind his back.

GRANDPA:

Brought you a little somethin' to

dress up your room with, Sam.

Grandpa reveals what's behind his back: A grotesque

stuffed woodchuck. Raised up on its hind legs. Teeth

exposed. Very ugly, indeed.

Lucy and Sam hide their revulsion as Grandpa proudly

places the monstrosity on the dresser.

SAM:

Thanks, Grandpa...

GRANDPA:

Lots more where he came from.

LUCY:

Lights out, Sam.

SAM:

Soon as I finish this comic. Okay?

Lucy nods and exits the room. Grandpa follows her out.

Sam is left alone to finish the comic. But he can't

concentrate. The woodchuck seems to be staring at him.

Finally, Sam leaps out of bed, grabs the woodchuck and

puts him in the closet. SLAMMING the door tightly.

55 INT. LOBBY/CAVE - NIGHT55

MUSIC IS PLAYING from a ghetto blaster. Very loud. Very

hypnotic. Dwayne makes graceful moves with a skateboard

beneath his feet. Everyone is very mellow; very dreamy.

MICHAEL:

(to all)

Where are you guys from?

PAUL:

We're from right here.

MICHAEL:

I mean, where do you live?

DWAYNE:

Right here.

MICHAEL:

You live here? Your folks let

you?

PAUL:

Is he talking parents?

DWAYNE:

(laughing)

What are they?

The others laugh, too. Michael looks confused.

DAVID:

We do what we want, Michael. We

have complete freedom.

(beat)

Nobody knows about this place...

and nobody knows about us.

Michael is intrigued -- and David sees it. He steps

closer to him.

DAVID:

Freedom, Michael. No parents.

No rules.

(smiles)

Hell, we're as free as birds.

Marko suddenly arrives bearing cartons of take-out food.

MARKO:

Chow time!

David takes the cartons from his hand.

DAVID:

Chinese! Good choice.

He pops the lid on one of the cartons and approaches

Michael with it.

DAVID:

Guests first.

Michael hesitates.

DAVID:

It's only rice. Don't you like

rice? 300 million Chinese people

can't be wrong.

Michael takes the carton warily and David immediately

turns his back on him, passing out food to the others.

Michael takes a mouthful of rice using the plastic spoon

provided. The others begin to eat as well.

DAVID:

So how do you like those maggots,

Michael?

MICHAEL:

What?...

DAVID:

You're eating maggots. How do

they taste?

Michael looks at his food.

56 CLOSE ON THE CARTON 56

A thousand wiggling maggots, squirming and sliding over

each other.

57 MICHAEL 57

spits out his mouthful in horror and revulsion and throws

the carton to the ground.

But as the carton spills out, we see that it is just rice

after all.

The boys LAUGH UPROARIOUSLY. Michael looks mortified.

Star gets to her feet.

STAR:

Leave him alone.

DAVID:

Sorry, Michael. No hard feelings,

huh?

(offers a new

carton of food)

Here. Try these noodles.

Michael looks at the noodles and his expression turns to

one of disgust.

MICHAEL:

Worms!

58 CLOSE ON THE CARTON 58

A hundred squirming bloodsuckers!

59 BACK TO SCENE59

DAVID:

Worms?...

David tilts back his head and pours the contents of the

carton into his mouth. The slimy bundle of worms slides

slowly across his lips.

Michael looks on with a sick expression. He grabs

David's arm.

MICHAEL:

Don't! Stop!

DAVID:

Why?

(beat)

They're only noodles.

David shows Michael the carton again. And sure enough,

they are only noodles. Michael is baffled. The boys

have a good, long laugh at his expense.

STAR:

That's enough!

The laughter dies down as a NEW SONG comes on the radio.

It's apparently a favorite of the Lost Boys because the

MUSIC is immediately TURNED UP LOUD and all thoughts of

Michael seem to be forgotten.

Everyone begins to move to the music. Star encourages

Michael to dance with her. He's feeling the effects of

the joint he smoked and his balance is a little off. His

head is spinning.

During all this, David has located a bottle of wine. He

pours some into a paper cup and offers it to Michael.

Michael is about to drink when Star holds his arm.

STAR:

(softly)

Don't Michael. You don't have

to. It's blood!

Michael examines the contents of the cup and smiles know-

ingly. He's not falling for any more tricks.

MICHAEL:

Good joke, blood.

Michael brings the cup to his lips and drinks. The Lost

Boys watch him carefully. Wine drips from the corner of

his mouth. But it looks more like blood than anything

else.

Michael lowers the cup. The room is spinning around him.

Suddenly:
SLOW-MOTION. DREAMY MUSIC.

THE CAMERA TAKES OFF

whirling up into the air so that our VIEW of the lobby is

now from HIGH ABOVE.

60 INT. MICHAEL'S BEDROOM - NEXT DAY60

Michael cringes in his sleep, as Sam invades his bedroom

from their common bathroom.

SAM:

Michael, come on. It's one

o'clock already.

Sam yanks open the blinds.

MICHAEL:

Go away.

SAM:

You're supposed to watch me and

entertain me, and make me

appreciate the brief but happy

years of childhood.

MICHAEL:

Entertain yourself.

Michael pulls the covers over his head.

61 INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY 61

Sam accompanied by Nanook sneak a peek into Grandpa's

taxidermy room. Grandpa is hard at work. Sam doesn't

dare go inside.

62 EXT. BACK OF HOUSE - DAY 62

Sam and Nanook check over Grandpa's OLD PICKUP parked

in the back yard filled with fencing materials; posts,

rails and boards.

SAM:

Nanook... this is my life: I come

from a broken home. My mother

works all day. My brother sleeps

all day. And my Grandpa, who is

possibly and alien, stuffs

chipmonks.

Then he notices the marijuana garden next to it.

Running into the kitchen, he comes back with a book

of matches.

Breaking off a leaf, he rolls it and is just about to

light it when Grandpa's voice makes him choke.

GRANDPA (O.S.)

Whatcha doin'?

Sam palms the evidence.

SAM:

Grandpa, stop doin' the Indian

Walk!

GRANDPA:

Gotta keep in practice. It's a

dyin' art.

SAM:

Good!

GRANDPA:

Whatcha doin' over here?

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