1 EXT. THE OCEAN - NIGHT 1
CAMERA SKIMMING along the top of the water. Moonlight on
the surf. Racing toward the beach where large bonfires
burn. TITLES AND TITLE SONG.
CAMERA FLIES THROUGH FLAMES revealing:
2 THE SANTA CARLA BOARDWALK 2
This is the place where it's all happening on warm summer
nights. MUSIC and NOISE. Arcades. Thrill rides. A
brightly-lit Ferris wheel turning against a jet black sky.
3 INT. CAROUSEL3
Spinning merrily. Loud CALLIOPE MUSIC. Young kids and
teenagers occupy the horses and benches. A tough group
of "SURF NAZIS" also ride. "My Beach, My Wave" on their
The LOST BOYS enter the carousel house. Cool kids in dis-
tinctive dress. Compelling; not threatening. They are
DAVID, MARKO, PAUL, DWAYNE; David the obvious leader.
GREG, the head Surf Nazi, sits in one of the carousel's
benches with his arm around his girl, SHELLY. He thinks
he's King of the Boardwalk.. And doesn't like it one bit
when Shelly casts an appreciative glance toward David.
David smiles back at her. Not flirting, just being chi-
valrous. Greg scowls and takes his anger out on Paul by
tripping him as he goes by. An insult... a shove. David
joins Paul. Surf Nazis join Greg. The Lost Boys close
ranks. A major melee seems ready to erupt, when the ugly
end of a nightstick is shoved against his Adam's apple.
A three hundred pound security GUARD is at the other end.
The ride suddenly ends. CALLIOPE MUSIC STOPS.
I told you to stay off the
For an endless moment David's and the Guard's eyes lock
in mortal combat. Neither one willing to give ground.
Then David smiles.
Come on, let's pull.
The Lost Boys begin to leave as the Guard turns to Greg
and the Surf Nazis.
You too, off the boardwalk. And
don't come back!
Greg and the Surf Nazis grumble and leave. There is
bad blood between them and the Lost Boys, but both groups
hate the Security Guard more.
EXT. BOARDWALK - NIGHT (AERIAL SHOT)
CAMERA TRAVELS through the empty amusement park as the
lights go off systematically. CAMERA CONTINUES past the
rides to reveal:
4 LARGE, EMPTY PARKING LOT 4
The Security Guard approaches his lone car carrying his
lunch pail. Deadly quiet.
VAMPIRE POV SHOT
Zooming down on the Guard. A rush of air. High-pitched
SCREECHING. WHISPERING VOICES.
looks up -- reacts for a split second -- and then he's
gone -- pulled UPWARD OUT OF FRAME so fast, he's just a
blur. Only his lunch box -- bouncing on the pavement
-- remains behind.
5 SHOTS OF GROTESQUE CARNIVAL IMAGES ON THE BOARDWALK 5
Clown faces bobbing. Dark images in the carousel.
6 EXT. DESERTED BEACH - NIGHT 6
WAVES LAP against the beach. Lonely and deserted. No
one around for miles.
All is quiet and still, until... WHOOSH! THUD!
THE GUARD'S BODY
falls from the sky and lands in the wet sand directly IN
FRONT OF CAMERA.
Horrible and bloodless. Sucked dry, like a deflated
balloon. CAMERA PULLS UP, UP, UP until the coastline is
visible to us. And NIGHT DISSOLVES INTO DAY.
7 EXT. PACIFIC COAST - MORNING 7
Helicopter shots of the COASTLINE and HIGHWAY 17 approach-
ing Santa Clara:
ocean, agriculture, etc. CAMERA FINDS
a beat up LAND ROVER pulling a U-HAUL TRAILER.
8 INT. ROVER 8
LUCY ANDERSON drives -- late thirties, sexy, warm, com-
fortable with herself -- a bit of a free spirit. SAM,
11, a victim of too many afternoons in shopping malls
watching Bratpack movies, sits next to her in his trendy
duds, suffering the foreign coastline with his large
Malamute dog NANOOK.