INT. BANK– EARLY EVENING

The bank seems empty. The only light is coming from the open vault door. Inside the vault is an empty chair. LARRY enters carrying another empty chair. He places it across from the first one. He looks at his watch. He is a young man. He is dressed in a custodial uniform and he is sweating.

JOHN appears in front of the camera in silhouette.

                             JOHN

          Hello.

Larry turns to face him.

                             LARRY

          Hello. You’re the…guy from the paper.

Camera reveals John. He is an older man. He carries a leather satchel.

                             JOHN

          John Talbot.

                             LARRY

          Right, you’re the one.

                   JOHN
I just let myself in… Is the manager still around?

                             LARRY

She’s gone. I’m Larry…I’m the one who called. Please sit.

John looks around and sees that the only chairs are sitting dead center in the middle of the vault.

                             LARRY

          In there?

                             JOHN

          If you don’t mind.

John shrugs and sits down. As soon as he sits Larry locks the door behind him.

                             LARRY

          Is that…

                             JOHN

          Don’t worry, it’s on a time lock.

                             LARRY

          Is that necessary?

                             JOHN

          I don’t want to be overheard.

                             LARRY

          By who?

                             JOHN

          You got your tape recorder?

John grabs his leather satchel and puts it on his lap. He opens it and pulls out recorder and microphone.

                             JOHN

You don’t want to be overheard but you want to be recorded?

                   LARRY

When I called you on the phone, did you believe me?

                   JOHN
No.

                   LARRY

Why are you here?

                   JOHN

Slow news day. You’ll be on top of the jumbles.

                   LARRY

Nobody ever believes me.

John turns on the tape recorder. He places the microphone in his left hand. Larry eyes the head of the microphone curiously.

                             LARRY

          What’s that made out of?

                             JOHN

          I don’t know...

                   (Pause)

Oh…don’t worry. It’s not silver. Alright, full name?

                   LARRY

Larry Raines.

          (Leaning into mic)

I work custodial here at Hometown bank.

                   JOHN
You don’t need to lean in. It will hear everything.

                   LARRY

Good.

                   JOHN
So, Larry, you believe that you are a werewolf?

                   LARRY

Lycanthrope.

                   JOHN

That’s the technical name.

                   LARRY

For the disease, yes.

                   JOHN

Have you been diagnosed by a doctor?

                   LARRY

I kinda figured it out myself.

                   JOHN

How long have you been…a Lycanthrope?

                   LARRY

Too long. I’m looking to die.

John is surprised by the sudden seriousness. He wasn’t expecting this.

                             JOHN
          Have you tried to kill yourself?

                             LARRY

I’m too afraid. Would you die to save other people. Random people, strangers?

                   JOHN
Not my interview.

          (Pause)

I would like to think I would.

                   LARRY

I can’t do it myself…I do what I can. I lock myself in here one night every month.

                   JOHN
Does it work?

                   LARRY

As long as I stay calm. This seems to hold me but it’s a stopgap. I need someone to kill me, but nobody believes me. That’s why I called the reporters.

                   JOHN

Reporters?

                   LARRY

Sorry, yeah. I tried a guy, but he used crib notes…they were unreadable.

Larry stands up he goes over to a locked drawer. He takes out his keys.

                   JOHN
So what? You want to use my credibility to spread your story.

Larry opens the drawer and takes out the box.

                   LARRY

That’s plan B. I would prefer if you killed me.

He pours the contents of the box onto the floor. It is a variety of jewelry, all made of silver.

                             LARRY

          I recommend the broach.

                             JOHN

          I’m not doing this.

John starts to wind up his mike cord.

                             LARRY

          Don’t! Leave it running. 

                   JOHN

This is ridiculous.

                   LARRRY

I really hope you kill me.

                   JOHN
Or what? You’re going to run out in the streets as a big wolf.

                   LARRY

Anybody who has seen me is dead. I have to stay in here. I have to stay calm.

                   JOHN

How do you keep a werewolf calm!?

                   LARRY

You have to feed it.

Larry’s watch alarm starts to beep. There is a loud sound as the safe door locks. John looks back at the door. He knows what the sound means. He looks back at Larry. He notices the cleaning products in the corner of the room. The last shot is of the tape in the recorder running.

                                                FADE OUT:

                                                THE END