I’ve been publishing a fanfic-ish episode for The Lost Boys that I wrote many Moons ago as a show, one act a time, and this is the final act for the first episode! Have some fun with it :)
Catch up with Act I here:
Act II is here:
Act III is here:
And Act IV is here:
On to Act V!
ACT V
INT. VINTAGE VINYL - AFTERNOON
Michael walks Sam inside the store.
MICHAEL
I’ll see you in 3 hours. You sure you’ll be okay?
SAM
Mike, I’m not a baby.
MICHAEL
Then why do you throw temper tantrums?
SAM
Ha ha
Michael leaves. Sam does up to Mr. Haim at the counter.
HAIM
Ah, you! I’ve got a check for you.
Haim takes a check out from the register and hands it to Sam. His eyes bug out a little at it.
HAIM
Too little?
SAM
Too much!
HAIM
Actually, some of these, you could sell yourself for a lot more online.
SAM
I don’t have the internet. I live with my grandpa. He lives in the dark ages.
HAIM
I see. Well, if I do well with them, I’ll give you more of the profit.
SAM
No, you don’t have to do that.
HAIM
Please, I don’t wanna feel like I’m stealing from a kid.
SAM
You’re definitely not.
HAIM
So what’re you gonna do with the money?
SAM
Give it to my mom. And try to convince my grandfather to have the internet installed.
HAIM
Money tight?
SAM
A little.
HAIM
Have you met Edgar and Alan?
SAM
Yeah, who could miss them?
HAIM
True. They’re about your age, and I have them mostly do stock room stuff after school, nothing fancy, but you could join them if you want a few extra bucks.
SAM
Really? It’s not like, illegal?
HAIM
You can work at 14 here, we’ll just have to get you a permit.
SAM
I turn 14 in a few weeks.
HAIM
Then we’ll just call this interim period your training for now. As long as you don’t mind working with the Frog brothers.
Edgar and Alan emerge from the stock room. They nod at Sam intensely.
SAM
I think I’ll manage.
HAIM
Okay, then you can start Monday.
SAM
Killer. Thanks man.
A customer calls for Haim. Sam goes over to Edgar and Alan.
SAM
Hey, guys, guess we’ll be working together.
ALAN
Mr. Haim gave you a job?
EDGAR
With us?
SAM
Lucky me, huh?
ALAN
Lucky indeed.
EDGAR
Have you read the comic we gave you?
SAM
Yeah, but I mean, it’s just blood and guts and stupid vampire stuff.
EDGAR
It’s NOT stupid.
ALAN
FAR from it.
SAM
You guys take it a little too seriously.
EDGAR
We have to in this town.
SAM
What does that mean?
ALAN
There are things in Santa Carla that would scare your worst nightmares.
SAM
Poetic.
EDGAR
You have no idea what lurks in this town, but you will if you live here long enough.
SAM
Do you guys do drugs? ‘Cause I’m not into that. Not yet anyway.
ALAN
Just pay attention.
EDGAR
Yeah, we’re trying to keep you alive.
SAM
What’s it to you?
ALAN
You seem like you could make a good soldier.
SAM
You guys aren’t soldiers. There’s no war here.
EDGAR
There’s a war alright, a war between light and darkness, good and evil, humans and -
SAM
Vampires?
Alan takes another vampire comic and gives it to Sam.
ALAN
Try this one. Lots of good info in it.
SAM
Vampires aren’t real.
EDGAR
You’ll see.
SAM
Who are you people?
EDGAR
Fighters for truth, justice, and the American way.
ALAN
And hopefully you’ll join our cause someday.
SAM
You rhymed.
EDGAR
Just read it.
SAM
Whatever, Do, uh, you know where your sister is?
ALAN
How do you know Clark?
SAM
I met her yesterday.
EDGAR
You’re not her type.
SAM
Who says I’m interested?
Alan and Edgar exchange a glance. Alan shrugs.
EDGAR
She goes to Gary & Em’s after school every day.
ALAN
With her wackadoo friends.
SAM
You’re not a wackadoo?
EDGAR
She’s a nonbeliever.
SAM
Ooo, stake her.
ALAN
She’s not a vampire. We project our own.
SAM
Good for you. I’m outta here. I’ll let you know if I run across any vampires.
EDGAR
It’s daylight, they don’t come out til dusk.
Sam shakes his head and walks out of the store.
INT. GARY & EM’S RESTAURANT - SAME TIME
Clark sits at a booth with 3 of her girlfriends, LINDSEY (15), AMBER (15), and KYLIE (15). They’ve got on too much makeup, chew gum, and text or take random pictures and videos of themselves while talking. The 3 are looking at menus and Clark is looking around the restaurant for Michael.
AMBER
Can you believe Mr. Smithson? A research paper due the first week of school!
LINDSEY
I know, he’s so crazy.
AMBER
I heard his wife left him for a doctor last month.
LINDSEY
God, he’s gonna be even worse this year to all of us, huh?
AMBER
A Sexually repressed middle aged history teacher is like an atomic bomb.
KYLIE
Okay, what’re you looking for?
CLARK
Huh? Oh, um, just, this guy.
KYLIE
You met a guy?
CLARK
He’s sup[posed to be working here today.
KYLIE
Who?
CLARK
Michael.
AMBER
One of the new kids?
CLARK
Yeah. Oh my god, he is so hot, I could die.
KYLIE
Isn’t he a junior?
CLARK
So?
LINDSEY
You know Clark loves her older men.
CLARK
Shut up.
AMBER
I heard he has a motorcycle.
CLARK
God that’s hot.
LINDSEY
Someone’s gonna fall in love.
CLARK
I am not!
LINDSEY
So are.
KYLIE
I heard he’s from Phoenix.
AMBER
We all know that.
KYLIE
Yeah, well, do you know what happened with his parents?
CLARK
No, what?
KYLIE
Okay., so his dad cheated on his mom.
CLARK
Oh, poor Michael.
KYLIE
Yeah, so they had this huge divorce fight, and he went nuts and cleared out their house and took almost everything and ran off.
The girls appropriately gasp.
CLARK
That’s terrible!
KYLIE
That’s why they came here, his grandfather’s here and they don’t have any money now ‘cause his dad’s a deadbeat who stole everything.
AMBER
How do you know this?
KYLIE
My aunt is friends with his mom. They went to high school together.
CLARK
Wow. Oh, the poor guy.
LINDSEY
And lemme guess, you’re perfect to cheer him up?
CLARK
Well, I’m sure he could use a little happy time.
AMBER
We all know what that means.
Michael appears uniformed in a bright orange shirt with a name tag. He takes someone’s order at a nearby table.
CLARK
(whispers)
There he is!
AMBER
Wow, he is hot.
CLARK
How’s my makeup?
LINDSEY
Perfect as always.
Clark looks down at her chest and adjusts her books, trying to get more cleavage.
CLARK
Dammit, why couldn’t I be a D cup?
Clark looks up and Michael is standing next to her. One hand is still in her shirt and she’s mortified.
MICHAEL
Uh, are you ready to order?
AMBER
We’re just gonna need another moment.
Michael nods, holding back laughter, and walks away. The girls laugh out loud and Clark turns beet red.
CLARK
I could die right now.
AMBER
Way to impress, Clark!
Michael’s behind the counter, wiping it down. Sam walks in and sits on a stool.
SAM
Where is she?
Michael points at Clark’s table. Sam sits on his arm and sighs.
MICHAEL
You just missed quite the show, you’d have it even worse if you’d been here.
Michael makes kissing noises. Sam pushes him over the counter.
SAM
Shut up, ass!
MICHAEL
I talked to Abuelo. He’s gonna be here to pick you up in 20 minutes.
SAM
Aw man.
MICHAEL
Don’t worry, I think she’ll be gone by then.
SAM
Hey Mike, look at this.
Sam takes out the check Haim gave him. Michael does a double take.
MICHAEL
How’d you get this?
SAM
I sold some of my comics.
MICHAEL
Where?
SAM
The owner of that vintage store up the boardwalk. He gave me a job too.
MICHAEL
YOU got a job?
SAM
Not much, just some stock room stuff.
Michael looks out the windows and sees Star outside looking in at him. Their eyes lock.
EXT. GARY & EM’S RESTAURANT - LATER
The sun is setting as Michael leaves the restaurant. When he walks out, Star walks up behind him.
STAR
Your shift’s over?
MICHAEL
Hey, Star, um yeah, I’m done for the day. Were you waiting for me?
STAR
Do I sound like a stalker if I say yes?
MICHAEL
Just a little.
STAR
You wanna get some ice cream?
MICHAEL
Sure, lead the way.
EXT. BOARDWALK - LATER
Star and Michael sit on a bench, watching the beachgoers and eating ice cream.
MICHAEL
I used to come here every summer as a kid.
STAR
Sucky vacation spot.
MICHAEL
I used to love surfing.
STAR
I’ve never surfed.
MICHAEL
You’ve lived in a beach town your whole life and never surfed?
STAR
I guess the curiosity never struck me.
MICHAEL
I guess I loved the ocean since I was in the desert.
STAR
Phoenix seems nice, I went there once.
MICHAEL
Yeah, not bad for the desert.
STAR
Still better than this hell hole.
MICHAEL
I don’t think it’s that bad.
STAR
You’ve only been here a few days. Just wait and see.
MICHAEL
I take it you’re planning on leaving for college?
STAR
That was the plan.
MICHAEL
Was?
STAR
I don’t really know what the future holds now.
MICHAEL
Oh. Um, well, I heard that, uh -
STAR
That I ran away from home?
MICHAEL
Yeah.
STAR
I saw you talking to Jacob. He blabs.
MICHAEL
Sorry.
STAR
It’s okay.
MICHAEL
Do you wanna talk about it?
STAR
Not really.
MICHAEL
Okay then.
STAR
I heard about your parents.
MICHAEL
I’m sure everyone has by now.
STAR
Do you wanna talk about it?
MICHAEL
Not really.
The two smile at each other and laugh. Behind and some distance from them, David and the Lost Boys appear, watching.
PAUL
You think she’ll do it?
DAVID
Of course. She has to.
The Surf Nazi, Skyler (from Max’s store the day before), walks by them, sneering. David’s eyes follow him.
DAVID
For now, we have other business to tend to.
EXT. STREET - NIGHT
A man drives a truck down a dark lonely road singing a country song. He sees a body in the street and swerves out of the way. Stopping, he gets out of the car and finds Skylar dead, his body oddly contorted, puncture wounds all over his skin, and his face frozen in a state of terror. The driver runs back to his truck and grabs his phone.
INT. ABUELO’S HOUSE - MICHAEL’S ROOM LATER
Michael sleeps in his bed. He dreams . . . Star’s in his room with him. She’s dressed all in white. She walks to his bed.
MICHAEL
Star, what’re you doing here?
She puts a finger to his lips to shush him, and kisses his face, his lips. He pushes her down to the bed. She flips him over and kisses his beck. Fangs run out and she bites down. He screams.
Michael bolts upright in bed, sweating. The room is dark and empty. Wind blows the curtains from his open window. He lays back down.
Out the open window, Star turns away, melting into the night.
THE END