SCENE 2,
LLOYD
INT. LLOYD'S HOUSEHOLD –– NIGHT
Easily one in the morning. The household was silent. Except for the distance sounds of LLOYD.
LLOYD: (o.s.) Yea. I totally am. Dead fucking serious.
(Pause)
Sorry. I know. Yea, well your very demanding.
(Pause)
No. No, problem. Just a whole bunch of questions. Yes, I promised.
(Pause)
I'm not the type to lie. Especially not to anyone like you.
(Sarcastic; mysterious)
I try to keep a good resume. What can I say?
LLOYD was sitting in the computer room. His feet propped upon the desk. The cordless phone between left hand and left ear. He was wearing a pair of sweat pants and a pair of jeans.
LLOYD: Really?... Well I'm sorry.
(Pause)
I guess I can. So, yea... Alright. I'll call you back tomorrow. Around what time?
(Pause)
OK. I will. Alright. Later -
(He smiled)
Yes. Totally. I do. Really. Alright. I love you... Good-night.
He hung up. Laid the phone on the desk. He ruffled his hair quickly. Sighed. Stood up and stretched. Yawned. Walked out into the living room.
On the television "I Love Lucy" was on. LLOYD watched long enough to chuckle at one of the jokes. He snatched the remote and shut it off. He walked into the kitchen, and opened the fridge. Grabbed a bottle of Vodka from the shelf.
–– - Cut - -
LLOYD walked into his bedroom. He limped slightly. Made his way toward the bed. Pulled the sheets back, and slumped into the comfortable mattress. He pulled the sheet to his chin.
His eyes snapped open. He growled in anger as he jumped up and limped to the light switch.
- GOES DARK
EXT. LLOYD'S HOUSEHOLD –– NIGHT
The night air was dark. Silent. Cold. Only thing visible was that being illuminated by the street light.
It was bright. Daytime. Easily ten A.M.
INT. LLOYD'S HOUSEHOLD - DAY
LLOYD slept upon the bed. Comfortably. The clock shined 10:14 A.M. on the bedside table. LLOYD continued to sleep. He was comfortably sleeping. The clock switched to 10: 15 A.M. The alarm clock started.
CRAZY MITCH: (over radio) Good-mornin' Clarksburg. This is Crazy Mitch with 103.4. It is 10:15 and all you constant tuners know what that means. It means ads from our favorite shop owners. Maynard's Pawn. Located 1408 Helm Street. Maynard is having a huge blowout sale!
LLOYD sat up, tiredly.
CRAZY MITCH: You know the drill. Go on down. Check out all the equipment you could buy! Hammers! Bats! Chainsaws! Guitars! Samurai Swords! You name it, Maynard's got it!
LLOYD yawned as he slapped the alarm clock. CRAZY MITCH's broadcast went silent. LLOYD scratched his scalp and stood up. He readjusted his crotch. Walked out of the bedroom, and into the adjacent room.
COMMENTATIVE SOUND: LLOYD PISSING
LLOYD walked back up, pulling his sweat pants to a close. He slumped softly into the bedroom, again. Hunched in front of the, hanging, mirror. He stared at himself, untouched. As if he were watching a boring film.
LLOYD: (silently) Jesus. Lloyd.
He smiled.
You're a lucky motherfucker.
He exited frame. Leaving the mirror empty for a while. In the reflecting mirror; LLOYD is there he hovers in front of his dresser. Picks up some sort of paper. Walks back to the mirror. Carefully places the piece of paper on the mirror, wedged between frame and glass. (Picture of AMY). LLOYD walked away.
He headed back into the small hallway.
COMMENTATIVE SOUND: Cell Phone ringing
LLOYD stopped. He turned around and walked back to the side table. He snatched the cell phone.
LLOYD: Hello?
(Pause)
Hey, Will.
(Pause) Walks out of the room. Skips downstairs.
LLOYD: Yea, I just woke up.
Walks to the fridge. Opens it and begins to look for something to eat.
LLOYD: Yea. You know me extremely well.
(Pause)
Yep. Everyday. Well, what can I do for you?
His smile and enthusiasm died immediately. He seemed hurt, slightly.
LLOYD: Yea. Yea. I got some. Um. Yea. Uh, how much?
(Pause)
Yes. Yes, that's perfect.
He smiled.
Alright. Yea, I'll see you in about thirty minutes.... Alright. Later.
He hung up the phone and tossed it onto the counter. Walked over the over head cabinet. Pulled out a box of poptarts. Ripped one open. Slipped it into the toaster. Pushed on the plunger. Walked back to the fridge, while smacking his hands clean.
LLOYD: (melody) American woman... stay away from me-he. American woman... momma let me be-he.
Opened the fridge. Continued to sign the song while looking for something.
LLOYD: Don't comma knockin' around my door. I don't wanna see your face no more....
Pulled out a Sprite. He opened it and took a heavy swig. Closed the fridge with his foot. Walked back to the toaster.
LLOYD: (singing) Gonna see her today! Yea! Gonna see her today!
He did a mini moonwalk. Clapped his hands. He chuckled at his own immaturity. Walked back to the toaster. Took another drink of Sprite. Sighed.
COMMENTATIVE SOUND: HOUSE PHONE RINGING
LLOYD looked in the direction of the computer room.
LLOYD: (quietly) Dammit.
He walked, with a limp, into the computer room. Grabbed the phone -
LLOYD: Little early ain't it?
(Pause)
Yes. Yes, I did. Aren't you happy?
(Pause)
Dear, Lord I hoped you were. Um. It's about 10:23 in the A.M. Why?
(Pause)
Sure. Yep. OK. See you then.
He hung up that phone and carried it with him back into the kitchen. The poptarts popped up as he laid that phone down. LLOYD smirked at his timing.
Picked up a poptart and handled it carefully. He blew on it. Gingerly took a bite.
LLOYD: (quietly) This is a tasty poptart.
He took another bite. Chuckled and walked off. He sat down on the chair. Grabbed the remote and flicked the television on. THE DEVIL BAT was on. The beginning scene. LLOYD was affected. He laid the remote down, and watched. He ate at the poptart while watching the film.
Silence was written throughout the house. Except for the film, and the sound of LLOYD chewing the poptart. After he finished it, he sighed and stood up. He walked to the fireplace. Reached into the chimney and pulled down a small, black pouch.
Our heroine carried the pouch to the table and sat it down. Without taking a backward glance he walked back into the living room. Sat down and watched the film. Time passed as LLOYD ignored the pouch that he had so carelessly sat on the table... Then - He looked. Glances over at the pouch, and moans quietly. Timid, he looked back at the t.v.
LLOYD glanced back. He sighed as he stood up and walked back to the pouch.
LLOYD: (quietly) Fuck.
He walked back to the chair. Sat down. Placed the kit onto his lap, and made to up-zip it. He opened the pouch, and froze.... Smiled to himself and shut it. Stood up, slowly, and walked the kit back to the table. Then walked back to the chair. Sat down. Ignored the kit from there on.
THE DEVIL BAT continued to play.
LLOYD still watched intently. He sighed as he leaned back and rubbed his face. He stood up and walked his way back into the computer room.
MUSIC TRACK: Golden Years –– - David Bowie
LLOYD walked back out. The music was playing loudly. Drowning out DEVIL BAT.
CUT: Bathroom -
CU: LLOYD'S FEET- Clothing dropped around his feet. Walks to the shower booth. Pauses. Disappears into the shower. Water begins to run.
LLOYD allowed the water to his face. He started to sing along, quietly.
EXT. LLOYD'S HOME
It was a beautiful morning. No one was around. No noise was heard. A car pulled into the driveway. Inside the car were two people - NICK and WILLY.
NICK turned off the car. He sighed and looked back at WILLY.
NICK: OK! I'll be back in an hour.
WILLY was silent. He just looked down. Fiddling with something.
NICK: OK?
WILLY looked up. He nodded "Yes."
NICK: OK. Good. So. Um. Good luck. And please... just do whatcha gotta do. OK?
WILLY nodded again. He sighed as he exited the vechile. He leaned into the window frame and looked at NICK.
WILLY: You know the later you are... the better. I mean - Just a suggestion. You know? I've done this shit before. Just not like this.
NICK was silent. He just stared at WILLY.
NICK: I'll be back in an hour and half.
WILLY nodded thankfully. He patted on the window frame. He walked off. He walked upon the porch. (Car pulls out). WILLY held a 9mm in his right hand. As he walked down the porch he slipped the pistol inside his waistband.
He reached the door. Knocked.
INT. LLOYD'S HOUSE
LLOYD walked out of the bathroom. Towel wrapped tightly around his waist. His hair was still, dripping wet. The music still played loudly. He walked proudly up the steps and through the big room.
Opened a door that led him to his room. He reached for his sweat pants. Just then a knock came from the door again. LLOYD turned. He sighed. Quickly threw the sweat pants on.
EXT. LLOYD'S HOUSE
WILLY stood on the porch. He looked distracted. Wearing tight black jeans, solid black t-shirt, and a jacket. His hair was in a cheap FLOCK OF SEAGULLS. A fresh scar ran from his mid cheek down to mid neck.
He knocked again... Waits. LLOYD approaches the door. He smiled. LLOYD opened the door.
LLOYD: WILL! How the fuck are ya?
He moved aside to allow WILLY enter the house. However, WILLY just stood there. He opened up his arms for a hug.
WILLY: Hey, bitch.
They shared a friendly hug.
LLOYD: Get your fucking ass in here!
The two joked liked this often. WILLY walked in. He looked around. LLOYD allowed the door to close behind him. He stood with his arms crossed.
LLOYD: Twice in one week. Wow. I gotta say that's some shit that don't happen a lot.
WILLY: Yea, but you know you've enjoyed looking at my pretty face.
LLOYD chuckled.
LLOYD: Yea. We can go with that. So.
(Walking into kitchen)
Can I offer you something to drink?
WILLY sat on the arm of the couch. He looked around.
WILLY: When did you redecorate?
LLOYD was busy pulling sandwich ingredients out. Including mayonnaise, ham, cheese, and turkey.
LLOYD: Uh. Like three months ago.
He began to make his sandwich. WILLY chuckled. He started to dig th
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Added on: 08/12/2007 20:48:07
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