Summer of 84

Even serial killers live next door to somebody.

Tough pill to swallow, I know, but it's true.

If I've learned anything,

it's that people hardly ever let you know who they really are.

Just past the manicured lawns and friendly waves,

inside any house, even the one next door,

anything could be happening and you'd never know.

And that's the thing about this place.

It all might seem normal and routine,

but the truth is the suburbs are where the craziest shit happens.

You never know what might be coming around the corner.

Davey.

Hey bud, What's going on?

Oh, hey Mr. Mackey.

Hey.

Oh, thank you.

What's with all the dirt?

I've been doing a little planting in the garden.

Um, there was no cash in your mailbox yesterday

for the paper.

Has it been a month already?

Yeah.

Jeez.

Uh, okay.

Well, actually I was going to ask

if you could help me lift something inside

if you have a second.

I'll get the money then.

Two birds, one stone?

Okay, sure.

Great.

After you.

I knew I had it.

There you go.

Thank you.

You got a big family, huh?

Yeah, I guess so.

Just uh, you know, make sure you don't live too close

to them or they'll come knocking on your door every day.

Alright, this is it.

Some new furniture for upstairs,

so I gotta get this hunk of junk downstairs.

Think we can manage it?

Uh, yeah.

Sure.

Alright?

Here we go.

Okay.

It is heavy.

Yeah.

Watch your step.

Here, let me try that way.

There we go.

Woah!

Jesus.

You okay?

Uh, yeah.

Yeah, shit.

Sorry.

That's okay.

As long as it didn't get your foot or anything.

You alright?

Yeah.

Why don't we just take a break?

Okay.

Sorry about that.

Damn water heater just keeps getting louder and louder.

Gotta get a new one.

Flip side of not living near any family is

never anyone around to lend a hand.

Hey, I uh, I really appreciate you helping me out.

Uh, what's in there?

Well, that is where we're headed.

Think you can make it the rest of the way?

Yeah.

Heavy son of a bitch, huh?

Yeah.

I am putting the finishing touches on my dark room.

So I'm an amateur photographer.

I figured that this piece could store some equipment.

Yeah, it's cool.

Um, I'm sort of an amateur videographer, so I get it.

Just like the old man.

My god, I remember when your parents would push you

around the block in the stroller.

Now look at you.

How old are you, anyway?

Fifteen.

That's the perfect age.

I wish I could just freeze it for you.

Uh, well, I gotta go.

Yeah.

Of course.

Go ahead.

Thank you for this.

I will, uh, take it from here.

Give your family my best?

I will.

Manhunt!

I am going to get you shitheads!

I'm going to find you.

Farraday?

Find your own spot.

You're gonna get us both caught.

This is my spot.

Not anymore.

Now go!

Fine. Go.

Jesus.

Gotcha, dudes!

Christ, guys!

Hiding in Farraday's spot, man?

Lame.

You're better than that.

Treehouse in fifteen, after we catch this bitch?

He's close.

I can practically smell the Noxell on him.

Vaginas are magical.

I can't wait to get laid.

Aren't you guys tired of looking at those same chicks?

Shit no, man.

Or even just feel up a chick.

Second base?

That's it?

I rounded third once.

She was hot, too.

Oh, it just so happens to be a chick none of us know.

It was on vacation, dipshit.

I'd just be happy to get on any base with Nikki.

In your dreams, Davey.

Yeah, wet dreams.

How is she so frikken' hot?

Too bad she's into my brother.

Kyle?

No way.

He's like twenty and he works at a hardware store.

You think Kyle's a dick?

My asshole father wants to tear this thing down.

What?

Ser- seriously?

No, man.

Can't he at least wait until we go to college?

Eats, I need this place.

Shit, I would live up here if I could.

I mean, I don't know how safe that would be.

With the...

What?

Kids going missing.

Okay, here we go.

What?

Come on.

I mean, we all know what you're gonna say.

It's a conspiracy.

It's all connected.

The missing kids aren't random, they're part of

some vast governmental alien cover-up, right?

So you don't think it's weird?

Look, last summer a kid goes missing in Hazelton.

Now another kid disappears in Freeport?

Uh, Davey, I love you man

but uh, you do kinda sound like a schitzoid.

Remember when he connected a Lite-Brite to his keyboard

to try and communicate with the extraterrestrials?

Or when he swore there was a demonic presence in his room

because our houses were built on Indian burial grounds?

That was, like, three years ago.

And our houses were built on Indian burial grounds.

Davey, there's literally no proof of that.

Yes, there is.

No, there's not.

Are we done here?

I gotta beat off before my parents get home

and WWIII breaks out.

Good call.

I'm gonna go make a withdrawal from the spank bank.

You guys are animals.

Yes you are.

Woah.

Wait, I thought you were sick of looking at the same chicks.

I am.

Why do you think I stopped banging your mom?

You are so dead.

Oh yeah?

Give me the magazine.

I'm pretty sure this is non-lethal.

This is my magazine!

You should not read this stuff before bedtime.

Mom, I'm fifteen.

Mmmhmm.

You don't have to tuck me in anymore.

Maybe you don't need me to,

doesn't mean I'm ready to give it up.

You think dad's coming home soon?

I don't know, hon.

You know how the news is.

Always something going on that needs reporting.

Okay, sleep tight.

Hey guys, Ipswich Lanes tomorrow?

Scope some cuties?

I'm in.