Lost Boys: The Tribe

One contest...

- Jon, one song...

Trust me.

- Hit the f***ing brakes.

This place looks sweet.

- I'll get the boards.

That's my boy.

- Yeah, f*** you.

Hey. Who is this guy?

- Some freak from Santa Clara.

- Don't worry about him.

- Who gives a f***?

No, I'm not worried about it,

I'm just saying.

Listen, man, this is f***ing America,

man, not f***ing Zimbabwe.

Zimbabwe? Yo, f***ing Caribbean, b*tch.

How many times I gotta remind you?

Kiss my ass.

Yo, leave this motherf***er here, man.

I'll drive Miss Daisy,

I'll drive your ass home, b*tch.

Drive this surfboard right up your...

Let's go.

- We're breaking in!

Hey. Keep it down.

- Shut up!

- Shut up!

- Why, are you scared?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm scared.

- Don't drop my board or I'll cut your throat.

- Take this, Aryan b*tch.

I don't know where you found this

swastika-waving wannabe skinhead.

- Get the f*** away from me.

- F***ing psycho.

Wait till you see the reaction on his face.

Yo, it's corn-fed, f***ing...

What the f*** are you doing

on my beach?

What you say, fussy?

You're too red-eyed.

You don't run this thing.

You run your p*ssy-whore blood-clot.

He says that you don't own the ocean.

Is that a fact?

Let me tell you something.

I own every drop of water

between here and the lighthouse...

...as well as the sand

and everything on it.

Which I guess now includes you.

Hey, you know what? F*** that.

Why don't you just blow me,

you old f***?

Hey. Take it easy, man.

We're done here, anyway.

Uh-uh. We're just getting started.

- Jesus.

- We jumped your gate, it's not like...

...we went for a swim in your pool.

- We'd never go into anyone's house.

- Unless we were invited.

Hey.

Make sure you take the head.

Yo. Suck my dick, b*tch.

Hey, Shane. Check this out.

Ow. F***ing...

I think I hit the spine.

Oh, you son of a b*tch.

You f***ing...

Clear the shot.

There you go.

You ain't talking sh*t now, you b*tch.

Not bad, right?

Not bad, not bad.

Not bad at all.

Right, little sister?

Thank you.

- Told you this was gonna work out.

- Yeah? Then where's the sun?

The sun's overrated.

Gives you wrinkles.

- Chris.

- Come on.

Get out.

Be nice.

- I'm always nice.

You're the one with the temper.

Now, see? That wasn't nice.

You're such an ass.

- Yup.

Coming.

- Oh, my goodness, look at you.

- Hi. Hey, Aunt Jillian.

I wasn't expecting you for ages,

you're so early.

We didn't know how long it would take.

The last time I saw you,

you were this high.

- I drank my milk.

- Come here.

You drank your milk, you silly...

And Nicole, come here. Come here.

Let me look at you.

You're so beautiful. You...

You look so much like your mom.

- It's totally blowing my mind.

- Thanks.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry that I didn't...

- That's okay, Aunt Jillian.

- Didn't know...

Aunt Jillian.

- Thank you.

- Look at me.

Let's get you guys situated.

So this is what we call in the business

"a diamond in the rough."

It's got great bones,

but it could use a little sprucing up.

There we go.

So there's the kitchen over there

and some storage over there.

Sleeping space here, living...

Come this way.

Half-bath through there...

...and it creates a very nice

rustic-y charm, feng-shui-type flow...

...that leads us straight out to... Come on.

- this out to here.

There we go. Ta-da!

Beautiful.

Just watch that step there.

So lots of fresh air...

Scat. Scat.

Just ignore the old guy.

I was thinking 650 a month,

how does that sound?

Six- fifty?

I know, I know. I could be getting

at least 800, but what am I gonna do?

Charge you guys full price?

You're family.

Well, it sounds good.

It is so great having you both here.

Here's the keys.

Remember, Jillian with a J.

I thought she was gonna let us

stay here for free.

Well, yeah. So did I.

Does this even work?

- Yeah. I'm sure it's fine.

- Plug it in, dust it off.

- It doesn't work.

Hey, Nicole. Check this out.

Oh, my God.

We're gonna put this up right now.

These have got to go up.

It's a safety hazard.

Right there on that nail, right there.

- Oh, oh, wait. There?

Now this place has everything.

Chris, where are we gonna sleep?

No, no, no. There's a bedroom back here,

and we have that futon.

Maybe we can pick up

another futon, used, for right over there.

- A futon? A used futon?

- Yeah.

Great. Yeah.

You know, I bet this is

just like college, only not cool.

You know what?

Maybe we'll get out of here

for a little bit, okay?

We can unpack later. Let's go.

Okay.

It's right here.

Hey, you wouldn't

happen to have the time?

Um... Uh...

You're actually wearing a watch, so...

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's broken,

you know.

Oh. Uh-huh.

You're Chris Emerson, right?

Yeah, yeah. What's your name, man?

- Alex.

- Hey.

Dude, it's too bad

you got kicked off the circuit.

You were the most amazing surfer

since Slater, since Powers, man.

- You totally screwed that guy up.

- Thanks, dude, I appreciate that.

So, what are you doing here alone?

That sounded kind of creepy, didn't it?

Yeah, a little.

I'm here with my brother.

Reason I asked is because

it's not that safe around here...

...for girls to be alone, you know?

- Creepy, once again. Sorry.

- Yeah. Yeah, a little bit.

Just, for whatever reason,

this town manages to attract...

...a lot of freaks and weirdoes.

Not that I'm a freak or a weirdo.

I'm just gonna stop talking, okay?

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