The Lost Boys Page #7

She holds him as Michael and the Lost boys roar across

the beach into the darkness.

LADDIE:

You like Michael.

STAR:

I like Michael.

LADDIE:

(sweet, fearful)

You better not like him too much.

As young as he is, Star knows he's right.

70 EXT. RAILROAD TRESTLE - NIGHT 70

The trestle spans a deep gorge, obscured IN fog. The boys

arrive on their motorbikes.

DAVID:

Perfect time.

They climb from their motorbikes as David walks onto the

trestle.

MICHAEL:

What's going' on?

DAVID:

(smiling)

What's goin' on, Marko?

MARKO:

I dunno. What's goin' on, Paul?

PAUL:

Who wants to know?

DAVID:

Michael wants to know.

The Lost Boys laugh. Michael looks irritated. He watches

as Paul, Marko and Dwayne climb below the trestle, hold

on with their hands and allow their bodies to dangle over

the fog-shrouded gorge.

DAVID:

Now you, Michael.

Michael hesitates.

DAVID:

Do it, Michael. Now!

Michael summons his courage and climbs down. David

follows him.

71 ANGLE BENEATH THE TRESTLE 71

All five boys hanging on. The fog billowing up beneath

them. Michael starts to look down. Then, a RUMBLING is

heard in the distance. Michael notices the look of

excitement in the eyes of the other boys.

A PASSENGER TRAIN is approaching. It's WHISTLE BLOWS.

The trestle begins to shake. A look of terror comes into

Michael's expression.

DAVID:

Hang on!!

The train THUNDERS across the trestle overhead, only a

foot or two above them.

The ROAR and the NOISE are tremendous. The heat. The

smoke. The dust.

The boys grimace and hold on for dear life. Then,

Michael reacts in horror as:

PAUL:

releases his grip and falls, disappearing into the fog

below.

Then:
Marko falls. Followed by Dwayne. Only David and

Michael remain. David shouts over the DIN of the passing

train.

DAVID:

Let go, Michael! Let go!

Michael can't believe what he's hearing. He's scared out

of his wits.

DAVID:

Do it!

David lets go with one hand, clings on with the other.

DAVID:

Do it, Michael!!!

David lets go. He drops from sight; vanishing into the

fog below.

MICHAEL:

Sweat streaming down his face. The final car of the

train passes overhead and the noise begins to fade.

Then Michael hears: laughter from the fog below.

LOST BOYS:

Drop, Michael. Let go! It's

safe! Come on! Don't be such a

baby!

They WHISTLE and CAT CALL and do everything they can to

goad him on. All the while invisible in the darkness

below.

Michael lets go. He drops into the fog.

His eyes widen with fright -- but -- for a moment he is

buoyant -- suspended in mid-air -- floating!

And then... he drops. With a WHOOSH. Like dead weight.

The wind RUSHING around his ears. He loses consciousness.

DAVID:

catches him in his arms.

DAVID:

Almost.

72 INT. MICHAEL'S BEDROOM - DAY 72

The shakes are drawn and the room is dark. Sam rushes

in.

SAM:

Michael, wake up! It's Mom!

Michael stirs.

MICHAEL:

Mom's home?...

SAM:

No. On the phone.

Michael glances at the clock. It's two in the afternoon.

MICHAEL:

Oh, sh*t...

He fumbles for his sunglasses. Finds them and puts them

on. Then he picks up the phone by his bed. Sam notices

how long Michael's fingernails are.

SAM:

Michael... are you freebasing?

Inquiring minds want to know!

Michael gives Sam a hostile look, then speaks into the

phone.

MICHAEL:

Hi, Mom...

INTERCUT between Michael and Lucy

73 INT. VIDEO STORE 73

LUCY:

Michael, are you still in bed?

MICHAEL:

No. I'm up.

LUCY:

Michael, will you do me a favor

this evening? Will you stay home

with Sam tonight? I'm meeting

Max for dinner after work.

MICHAEL:

(very unsympathetic)

I watch him all day. The only time

I have more myself is at night. Let

Grandpa watch him.

LUCY:

Grandpa has plans of his own.

(firmly)

Michael, I want you to do this.

Everybody has been bending over

backwards for you. You come home

late. You sleep in to the middle

of the day -- Sam is always alone.

You do exactly what you want...

tonight do what I want for a

change.

Michael is silent on the other end of the line.

LUCY:

Okay?

MICHAEL:

(sweet self)

Okay.

Michael hangs up the phone -- then notices his growing

fingernails.

74 INT. BATHROOM74

Michael steps into the shower stall and turns on the

water. He lets it beat against him. Suddenly, his ex-

pression turns to one of pain. The water burns.

He reaches for the handles, turns down the hot, turns up

the cold. It still burns.

He turns the hot completely off. The cold water burns!

He jumps from the shower in alarm.

75 EXT. GRANDPA'S HOUSE - ESTABLISHING - NIGHT 75

76 INT. KITCHEN - GRANDPA'S HOUSE - NIGHT 76

Sam slaps together a couple of bologna sandwiches.

Grandpa walks in wearing a suit and tie. He begins to

bang around through the kitchen cupboards.

GRANDPA:

Anything in here that might pass

for after shave?

Sam locates a bottle of Windex. Grandpa examines the

bottle, squirts a little onto his hand and smells it.

Then splashes it on.

GRANDPA:

Thanks.

Michael enters looking drawn and tired. He still wears

his sunglasses. Grandpa is startled by his appearence

but says nothing about it.

MICHAEL:

Big date, Grandpa?

GRANDPA:

(slyly)

Just dropping off some of my

handiwork to the 'Widow' Johnson.

MICHAEL:

(nasty)

Oh, yeah. What'd you stuff for

her? Mr. Johnson?

Grandpa gives Michael a look of displeasure.

GRANDPA:

See you laters, boys.

Grandpa goes out the door.

SAM:

(to Michael)

That wasn't funny.

77 EXT. GRANDPA'S HOUSE - NIGHT 77

Grandpa drives away from the house in his pickup truck.

78 INT. KITCHEN (CONTINUOUS) 78

SAM:

I'm making you a sandwich.

MICHAEL:

Don't bother.

Sam glances at Michael's ear.

SAM:

Lose the earring, Michael. It's

not happening. It's just not

happening.

MICHAEL:

Piss off.

SAM:

(very pleasantly)

You have such a great personality,

Michael. You should open your

own charm school.

Headlight beams begin to shine in the kitchen windows,

moving rapidly from one to the next.

MICHAEL:

What's that?...

79 INT. THE LIVING ROOM 79

As Michael arrives in the living room he can hear LOUD

MUMBLED WHISPERING. Headlights flash across the window

curtains, accompanied by the unmistakeable ROAR of

MOTORBIKE ENGINES -- as if they were going around the

house.

The WHISPERING grows LOUDER. It seems to be saying

"Michael, Michael, Michael." He goes for the front door.

SAM:

Don't open it!

The ROAR of the ENGINES CONTINUES from outside. He

reaches for the doorknob.

SAM:

No!!

Michael throws open the door, and --

Nothing. The front yard is empty. But a blast of cold

air rushes into the house and a WEIRD ECHOING sound rever-

berates across the sky.

A low ground fog is rolling in as well. Sam and Michael

look bewildered.

SAM:

Weird.

Michael closes the door and locks it. His face is ashen.

80 EXT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT80

Lucy pulls up to the restaurant in her Land Rover. Max

pulls up immediately behind her in his sports car. He

jumps out, hurries over to Lucy's car and opens the door

for her with a galant flourish.

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