MUSIC IS PLAYING from a ghetto blaster. Very loud. Very
hypnotic. Dwayne makes graceful moves with a skateboard
beneath his feet. Everyone is very mellow; very dreamy.
MICHAEL
(to all)
Where are you guys from?
PAUL
We're from right here.
MICHAEL
I mean, where do you live?
DWAYNE
Right here.
MICHAEL
You live here? Your folks let you?
PAUL
Is he talking parents?
DWAYNE
(laughing)
What are they?
The others laugh, too. Michael looks confused.
DAVID
We do what we want, Michael. We have complete freedom.
(beat)
Nobody knows about this place... and nobody knows about us.
Michael is intrigued -- and David sees it. He steps
closer to him.
DAVID
Freedom, Michael. No parents. No rules.
(smiles)
Hell, we're as free as birds.
Marko suddenly arrives bearing cartons of take-out food.
MARKO
Chow time!
David takes the cartons from his hand.
DAVID
Chinese! Good choice.
He pops the lid on one of the cartons and approaches
Michael with it.
DAVID
Guests first.
Michael hesitates.
DAVID
It's only rice. Don't you like rice? 300 million Chinese people can't be wrong.
Michael takes the carton warily and David immediately
turns his back on him, passing out food to the others.
Michael takes a mouthful of rice using the plastic spoon
provided. The others begin to eat as well.
DAVID
So how do you like those maggots, Michael?
MICHAEL
What?...
DAVID
You're eating maggots. How do they taste?
Michael looks at his food.
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A thousand wiggling maggots, squirming and sliding over
each other.
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spits out his mouthful in horror and revulsion and throws
the carton to the ground.
But as the carton spills out, we see that it is just rice
after all.
The boys LAUGH UPROARIOUSLY. Michael looks mortified.
Star gets to her feet.
STAR
Leave him alone.
DAVID
Sorry, Michael. No hard feelings, huh?
(offers a new carton of food)
Here. Try these noodles.
Michael looks at the noodles and his expression turns to
one of disgust.
MICHAEL
Worms!
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A hundred squirming bloodsuckers!
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DAVID
Worms?...
David tilts back his head and pours the contents of the
carton into his mouth. The slimy bundle of worms slides
slowly across his lips.
Michael looks on with a sick expression. He grabs
David's arm.
MICHAEL
Don't! Stop!
DAVID
Why?
(beat)
They're only noodles.
David shows Michael the carton again. And sure enough,
they are only noodles. Michael is baffled. The boys
have a good, long laugh at his expense.
STAR
That's enough!
The laughter dies down as a NEW SONG comes on the radio.
It's apparently a favorite of the Lost Boys because the
MUSIC is immediately TURNED UP LOUD and all thoughts of
Michael seem to be forgotten.
Everyone begins to move to the music. Star encourages
Michael to dance with her. He's feeling the effects of
the joint he smoked and his balance is a little off. His
head is spinning.
During all this, David has located a bottle of wine. He
pours some into a paper cup and offers it to Michael.
Michael is about to drink when Star holds his arm.
STAR
(softly)
Don't Michael. You don't have to. It's blood!
Michael examines the contents of the cup and smiles know-
ingly. He's not falling for any more tricks.
MICHAEL
Good joke, blood.
Michael brings the cup to his lips and drinks. The Lost
Boys watch him carefully. Wine drips from the corner of
his mouth. But it looks more like blood than anything
else.
Michael lowers the cup. The room is spinning around him.
Suddenly: SLOW-MOTION. DREAMY MUSIC.
THE CAMERA TAKES OFF
whirling up into the air so that our VIEW of the lobby is now from HIGH ABOVE.