Lloyd Lee Barnett

Writer/Director/Visual Effects

"The screenplay is the only truly original part of a movie. It stands on it's own without any underlying piece of art."

- LLB

"He traded it for two packs of Marlboro honey, TWO PACKS! That's like gold in the pen!"


-THE COOKS

PASSAGE TO THE  BLOG

"Forgive me, I can't remember my name."

"No, forgive me, I don't have one."


-HELL'S HALF ACRE

BORIS
Hey, it's the Doc. How you doing,
Doc?


BARLOW
Why'd you bring me here? Why do you
keep tormenting me? You know I won't play
for you.


BORIS
Hey, slow down, Doc. Pour him a
drink. He's nervous. What's it Doc?
Bourbon sours, whiskey and Coke?


-THE HOURGLASS VORTEX

ANNA
General, you have to fire another
shot, quickly.


The General suddenly looks flustered.


GENERAL SALT
 I only brought one bullet.


ANNA
What? One bullet???


GENERAL SALT
I've never needed more than one bullet.  One bullet is all that it's ever taken.


- GLITTER & GOLD

FLENDERS, a bad ass, mustache wearing, no nonsense,
toothpick in his mouth, .45 magnum concealing, type A, son-of-
a-bitch, leans into frame.


FLENDERS
People shouldn't be awake when they
day dream. It causes problems. They
should be asleep when they
daydream... Like this...


POW!!!   Flenders punches Jack so hard he knocks him backward over
the bench. He is out like a light.


-CROPCIRCLES



Sid Looks into the mirror. His reflection grimaces at him.


SID'S REFLECTION
One or two every four hours as needed for pain.


Sid downs the cocktail of medication, chasing it with a glass of alka-seltzer.

SID'S REFLECTION
If you keep exceeding FDA regulations you'll screw your own head.

Sid turns and walks toward the door.

SID'S REFLECTION
(Screaming)
Do you hear me Sid? You'll screw your own head!


-STRAND

"The gold is in your head"

-LLB


"So find a pickaxe and start digging"

-also LLB

The Sheriff’s hand tightens around the handle of his gun.  It's trained right at Bradley's face.


BRADLEY
You come in here like Kojack,
flashing your badge, pushing me
around, hoping for some kind of
show down...


BRADLEY
...Well, I ain’t looking for no
show down. I’m tired! I’m beat! All
I want is to go home to my shitty
dilapidated house in Joplin...


The Sheriff maintains a tight grip on his pistol.


BRADLEY
...and when I get to my cold and
empty house, I’m going to walk
straight to the kitchen and open the
fridge and grab me a cold one. 

I’m gonna’ pop open a few Paps
Blue Ribbons that are waiting for
me, then I’m gonna’ collapse right
down into my lazy boy... Did you
know I’ve had that damn lazy boy
since the nintey’s?? Well, it’s
true, I got that son of a bitch in
98’ ...And now...even now, after
all those years, it’s still the most
comfortable easy chair I have ever
had the pleasure of sinking my lily
white ass into...


The Sheriff releases the grip on his pistol and relaxes into
his seat.


BRADLEY
...and if I’m lucky, I mean if I’m
really really lucky, maybe there
wont be 285 channels of shit on the
cable... and maybe... just maybe
I’ll find some "Night Gallery"
reruns or an old episode of "Barney
Miller"... That’s the kind of thing
I look forward to these days
Sheriff, that is what I work for,
and dream about... and that is just
fine with me... a beer, the tube,
and some T.V. dinner...


BRADLEY
So if your looking for someone to
have a show down with, find someone
else... find someone who ain’t all
bruised up and broken and full of
dead ends and disappointment...
find someone who gives a shit...
Find some punk who ain’t tired and
worn out and spent from every
decision he’s ever made, DO YOU
UNDERSTAND ME SHERIFF??? I’m tired!
I’m tired, and I just want to go
home.


Sheriff stares him down for a few more moments then stands.


SHERIFF SMITH
Get the hell out of my town. I
never want to see your face around
here again.


-Dominion

My upcoming Novella "Hot Steam & Cold Steel" will be premiered in "Lost Worlds"