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EXT. SANTA CARLA COAST - NIGHT
A blood-red moon through the clouds, shining down on the boardwalk. The
roller coaster and ferris wheel, outlined in lights. Muted SCREAMS from
thrill-seeking riders.
EXT. BEACH
A large bonfire, flames FLICKERING in the air. Smoke and glowing embers.
In the back ground, huge boulders thrust up out of the sand. Eerie shadows
on the rocks, moving in time with LOUD HEAVY METAL MUSIC. Teenagers dance
around the fire -- Rappers, Skin heads, Punkers, Dead Heads. Drinking,
smoking, making out. Party time on a hot summers night.
A group of SURF NAZIS at the waters edge. Nobody messes with these guys.
Their boards jammed in a semi-circle in the sand, staking out their turf.
They pass a bottle around. Loud LAUGHTER.
The LOST GIRLS, YVONNE and ANGEL, walk along the shore. They are cool --
wild dark hair, striking clothes. Sexy, enticing, strutting their stuff.
The Surf Nazis surround Yvonne and Angel, taunting them. They start to push
the Girls from guy to guy. Angel lands in the arms of SONNY, the head Surf
Nazi.
SONNY
This is a private party, baby. My beach, my wave.
Angel breaks free.
SONNY
Hey! Im talking to you!
Sonny grabs her by the shoulders. Angel resists. Sonny pulls her towards
him, locking his lips onto hers. Angel squirms, fighting back. The Surf
Nazis LAUGH. Then Angel BITES Sonny. Sonny SCREAMS in pain, letting Angel
go. He puts his hand to his lip. Tastes blood.
SONNY
You bitch!
He raises his fist, just about to hit Angel when a hand appears out of
nowhere , stopping Sonny in mid swing. He turns and sees
JULIAN
James Dean incarnate, sitting on a motorcycle. Lowering his sunglasses, he
meets Sonnys stare, unafraid.
JULIAN
Dont.
The Surf Nazis move in on Julian. Suddenly --
THE LOST BOYS
OZZIE, BRIAN and RED, SHOOT DOWN from the rocks on their motorcycles,
engines ROARING. They race into the circle of Surf Nazis. Ozzie grabs Angel
and Brian takes Yvonne. The girls slip onto the backs of the bikes.
The Lost Boys surround the Surf Nazis, their bikes SPITTING SAND. They line
up, headlights trained on the gang. Sonny and the Surf Nazis pull out knives
and chains -- ready for battle.
The Lost Boys smile. GUNNING their engines, they RACE toward the gang...
closer... closer... closer...
ZOOM! With a BLAST of wind, the Lost Boys DISAPPEAR into the mist behind the
Surf Nazis. The only sound, the ROARING of engines and their LAUGHTER,
echoing in the night.
EXT. BOARDWALK - LATER
Closed down. Deserted. Dark.
EXT. BEACH
The bonfire has burned out. A few couples sleeping in the sand. The partys
over for everyone but --
THE SURF NAZIS
On the ocean, sitting on their boards. The sea is dead calm.
VAMPIRE POV
Rocketing along the black water toward Sonny. WHISTLING WIND. WHISPERED
VOICES. FLAPPING WINGS.
SONNY
looks back for a wave. But thats not what he sees.
SONNY
Holy shit!
Sonny starts PADDLING frantically. The other Surf Nazis turn and look up --
they SCREAM as they are ATTACKED. Surfboards CRACK and SPLINTER. In a BLUR,
the Surf Nazis are SWEPT AWAY into the sky.
Sonny alone, looking over his shoulder, desperately CHURNING through the
water, trying to escape. No such luck -- hes RIPPED UPWARD into the sky --
then... OUT OF FRAME! his helpless CRIES vanishing into the night.
All is quiet, the water calm, until... WHOOSH!
SONNYS SURFBOARD
Falls from the sky, the leash frayed. It FLOPS into the water, bobbing
lifelessly.
INT. GRANDPAS HOUSE/SAMS BEDROOM - DAWN
Dark. SAM, asleep in bed. A hulking figure approaches, looming over him.
NANOOK from the end of the bed, looks up and GROWLS. Sam stirs, then opens
his eyes. He SCREAMS!
SAMS POV
An enormous grizzly bear, claws outstretched and fangs bared.
SAM
Ahhhh!
From behind the stuffed bear... GRANDPA pokes his head out.
GRANDPA
Time to get up! Summer school!
SAM
Its not even light yet!
Grandpa ignores Sam. He shuffles out of the room.
INT. KITCHEN
Grandpa, in his robe and headband, is making a blender drink. He starts by
TOSSING IN an unpeeled, bruised orange. Sam is behind him. They are arguing.
GRANDPA
I promised your mother that while she and Michael were away this summer, Id
take care of you. And thats Just what Im gonna do!
Grandpa SHAKES some corn flakes into the blender.
GRANDPA
Sides... Michael didnt say you could use his motorcycle.
SAM
But he didnt say I couldnt use it either.
Grandpa holds up a hunk of molding cheese, studying it. Scraping some of the
mold off, he DROPS the cheese into the blender. Followed by three eggs,
unshelled.
SAM
Grandpa, its just sitting there! You know... use it or lose it. Heck, even
you start up your car every morning.
GRANDPA
Yeah, but I dont drive it. Thats the secret.
Grandpa takes a carton of milk from the refrigerator. He POURS the milk into
the blender. It dribbles out in curdled chunks.
GRANDPA
Saw a feIlah once. Had an accident on a motorcycle... looked like a damn
plate
