Last week, I posted Act I of a fanfic-ish episode I wrote for The Lost Boys as a show. I am a total fangirl for this movie, and I plotted out an entire first season 12-13 years ago. So, I pulled up what I’d written, and am putting it here on Substack! (btw Star is introduced here In Act II, and I envision an Olivia Rodrigo type for her) Catch up with Act I here:
ACT II
EXT. BOARDWALK - LATER
Lucy, Sam, and Michael walk together on the busy boardwalk. Music is heard in the distance.
SAM
Ma, do we have to go with you?
LUCY
What? You don’t want to spend time with dear old mom at a concert?
SAM
Did you want to go with your parents anywhere at my age?
LUCY
Got me there. Fine, but you two stay together.
SAM
Yes, ma’am.
LUCY
I’ll meet you here in 2 hours, got it?
SAM
Come on, Mike!
Sam grabs Michael away, Lucy chuckling to herself.
EXT. AMPHITHEATER - MOMENTS LATER
Sam and Michael arrive at the concert. A rock bands plays and teens are dancing like maniacs to the music. The two find a spot to stand and Sam dances around. Michael bobs his head, laughing at Sam, and spots a girl.
STAR (16) dances through the crowd as if no one else is there and her feet barely touch the ground. Long dark hair flows in the wind and her skin is almost illuminated, like an angel.
She stops to the left of Michael and Sam. Michael can’t stop staring at her. Sam notices and pulls his face toward the band, but Michael looks back. Star finds his gaze and they lock onto each other, and for one moment, the ground fades away into darkness. Sam KNOCKS into Michel, and he’s brought back to reality.
SAM
Come on Mike, you’re missing the concert!
Michael sees Star run out and he rushes after her.
SAM
Mike!
He chases after Michael and they follow Star into the boardwalk.
SAM
You’re following that girl, aren’t you? I’m at the mercy of your sex glands.
MICHAEL
You’ll understand when you grow a big hairy pair of your own.
SAM
That’s disgusting.
MICHAEL
Just gimme a minute, will ya?
SAM
Mom told us to stay together.
MICHAEL
You’re 13, not an invalid.
They pass by a store, VINTAGE VINYL, and Michael stops Sam there.
MICHAEL
Here, go in there. I’ll be 5 minutes.
SAM
I don’t know Mi-
Michael’s already gone after Star. Sam sighs and goes inside the store. It’s a sort of antique shop, but for vintage records, 8 tracks, music and movie posters, record players, instruments, books, toys, and comics. The patrons range from goth chicks to mohawked punks to old ladies to surfer dudes.
Sam approves, and walks over to the books and comics section where 2 boys are arranging items on a shelf. The Frog Brothers, EDGAR & ALAN (14), fraternal twins with dark hair and eyes, are dressed like they’re ready for combat, and stare at Sam like he’s a terrorist. Trying to be friendly, he smiles.
SAM
How are ya?
Edgar responds with a grunt.
SAM
Oh-okay. Great comic collection.
Edgar and Alan exchange frustrated looks.
EDGAR
Do you need help with something?
SAM
I’m good. I’m surprised this place exists in this crappy town.
EDGAR
You new?
SAM
Just moved from Phoenix. Lucky me, right?
ALAN
Whatever.
SAM
Hey, uh, if someone has some old comics they wanna get rid of -
EDGAR
Mr. Haim deals with that. He’s the owner. Cleaning out the stock room right now.
SAM
Will he be here tomorrow?
ALAN
He’s here every day.
EDGAR
As are we.
SAM
Great news. I’ll be back tomorrow.
ALAN
Great news.
SAM
What grade are you guys?
EDGAR
Ninth. You?
SAM
Same. Guess I’ll see you at school tomorrow.
Sam leaves the store, and he’s thinking they’re nuts, and they’re thinking he’s nuts.
EXT. BOARDWALK - SAME TIME
Michael is following Star, fixed on her. She walks along, ignoring him, before stopping and looking at him, her arms crossed.
STAR
Are you following me?
MICHAEL
What? No.
Star raises an eyebrow.
MICHAEL
Okay, yes, sorry.
STAR
Who are you?
MICHAEL
I’m Michael.
He holds out a hand, and she shakes it.
STAR
I’m Star.
MICHAEL
Are your parents wannabe hippies or something?
STAR
My grandparents met stargazing. Some romantic story.
MICHAEL
Are you into constellations?
STAR
I like the big dipper.
MICHAEL
Why?
STAR
Because it’s the only one I know.
MICHAEL
Do you go to high school here?
STAR
(nods)
I’m a junior.
MICHAEL
Hey, me too.
STAR
You must be new, I don’t remember you from last year.
MICHAEL
Yeah, my family just moved here.
STAR
Why? This place sucks.
MICHAEL
Oh, it’s typical, you know, divorce, blah-blah-blah.
STAR
Oh, sorry.
MICHAEL
Well, things have gotten infinitely better in the last 10 minutes.
Star blushes at the compliment.
STAR
Do you have a car?
MICHAEL
A bike.
STAR
You wanna get out of here?
MICHAEL
Uh, I didn’t drive here.
STAR
Damn.
MICHAEL
We could walk.
STAR
Alright, it’s a nice night.
MICHAEL
And we’re young, and our legs still work.
STAR
That’s right, and we still have the hips and knees we were born with.
MICHAEL
So, do you have your license? Most of my friends back home didn’t.
STAR
No, I came here with someone.
MICHAEL
Oh, like a guy someone?
On cue, David walks up with Marco, Paul, and Dwayne. Marco is carrying a boy on his back, LADDIE (10), whose long blond hair covers a sweet, tired face. David kisses Star on the cheek, and she pushes away, but just a little.
DAVID
Star, baby, where you been?
STAR
Nowhere.
DAVID
I’ve been looking for you.
STAR
I’ve been right here.
David surveys Michael coolly. Michael stands straighter, a little taller than David, and keeps his ground.
DAVID
Who is this?
STAR
No one.
MICHAEL.
I’m Michael.
DAVID
Nice to meet you, Michael. I’m David.
David extends a hand. Michael hesitates, the look on David’s face being outwardly polite masks the inward homicidal tendencies. Michael shakes his hand and shivers. He stares at his hand as he takes it back, feeling something wrong.
DAVID
And these are my boys, Marco, Paul, Dwayne, and little Laddie.
STAR
Why is he here?
DAVID
He wanted to come out.
STAR
It’s late. Look at him, he’s exhausted.
DAVID
Don’t be such a June Cleaver.
Star takes Laddie from Marco, the little boy rubbing his eyes and yawning.
STAR
Come on, let’s get you home.
Laddie nods lazily. Star look back at Michael, apologetic.
STAR
I gotta go.
MICHAEL
Yeah, sure. I’ll see you tomorrow.
DAVID
Tomorrow.
STAR
School starts tomorrow.
DAVID
Oh right, that.
(to Michael)
I have that up 2 years ago, but she insists on going.
MICHAEL
To each his own.
STAR
Come on, David.
Star walks away with Laddie. David and the gang follow.
DAVID
See you around, Michael.
As they leave, Sam finds Michael looking unsettled.
SAM
Mike, there you are! Who’re those guys?
MICHAEL
I don't know.
SAM
Are you okay? You look like you’re gonna puke.
MICHAEL
If I do, I’ll be sure to do it on you.
SAM
Jerk!
MICHAEL
Come on, let’s go find mom.
EXT. SURF SHOP - SAME TIME
Lucy walks alone outside the boardwalk’s surf shop, GNARLY. A little boy of about 7 is standing outside, crying to his mom. Lucy aids him.
LUCY
Where’s your mom?
BOY
I don’t know.
LUCY
Did you get lost?
The little boy nods.
LUCY
Come on.
She takes him inside the surf shop. The owner, MAX (35), greets her, with short light hair, pale skin, striking features, tall, and muscular.
MAX
Can I help you?
LUCY
This little boy can’t seem to find his mom and -
BOY
Mommy!
The little boy runs to a woman who’s shown up outside.
LUCY
Oh, Guess he found her.
MAX
So, can I interest you in anything, Miss, uh?
LUCY
It’s Lucy.
MAX
Lucy, I’m Max. You like surfing?
LUCY
Oh, not since I was young. Bad knees.
MAX
That’s what titanium ones are for.
LUCY
Well, bye.
MAX
Wait. You need a job, don’t you?
LUCY
I look that desperate?
MAX
I’m highly intuitive.
MAX
Maybe you should be a psychic instead of a surf shop owner.
MAX
That’s my plan for the golden years.
LUCY
Good plan.
MAX
I’ve been looking for someone to help run things during the day.
LUCY
I’ve never managed a store before.
MAX
You’re a mother, right?
LUCY
More intuitiveness?
MAX
No, just the way you were with the boy.
LUCY
I have two sons, both teens.
MAX
Caring for kids is a lot like managing a store. Actually, since they’re teenagers, that’s harder.
LUCY
Thankfully mine aren’t too bad.
MAX
Have you ever worked in a store?
LUCY
High school and college.
MAX
Then I have no doubt you can handle this.
LUCY
I don’t know, I wouldn’t want to run your business into the ground on account of my inexperience.
MAX
Nonsense. Besides, you wouldn’t be alone. I have a day manager and cashier, so you’d be between them both. They could use a mediator.
LUCY
Well, I could really use the job.
MAX
I’ll let you think about it.
(beat)
Have you thought about it?
LUCY
Just like a guy, so impatient.
MAX
When I see something I want, I go for it.
Lucy gets the double meaning. She likes him.
LUCY
Alright, I'll do it.
MAX
Excellent! Okay, the store opens at nine. I’ll let Carlos and Maria know you’ll be joining them tomorrow.
LUCY
Tomorrow?
MAX
Is that too soon?
LUCY
No, no, I can do that, I just didn’t realize you wanted me to start right away.
MAX
Hey, you need the work, I need the help, why wait?
LUCY
Thank you, really.
MAX
Oh, it’s no problem at all. Let me walk you out.
He guides Lucy outside just as the Lost Boys and Star are walking by. The surf shop is by the end of the boardwalk, where parking is. Max glares hard at David.
MAX
These kids today get wilder and wilder.
LUCY
Nah, we’re just getting older and older.
(checks watch)
I’ve gotta meet my boys. Thanks again Max.
MAX
Stop thanking me. See ya.
Lucy departs. David looks back at Max, a lopsided grin on David’s face. Max shakes his head and goes back inside the store as the Lost Boys get on their bikes and peel off.
END ACT II