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[Young girl, teenager, high school age, secretly following werewolf in human form at a distance along a city street in early evening. She secretly observers him and takes photos as he travels along alone. She knows what he really is. No one else does. He is unemployed with a disheveled appearance. Clothes are worn. He takes no notice of the girl, seemingly unware of her. She becomes distracted for a moment and has lost him. She walks faster, runs, slows back to a fast walk as she desperately tries to find where he has disappeared to, and at the same time she in an amateur way tries not to blow her cover. She stops by an alleyway she thinks he might have gone down. She sees nothing. Giving up, she is starts to leave. He grabs her by the back of her collar and jerks her hard back into the alley. Grabbing and holding her from the front he angrily confronts her.]

[Werewolf] They’re sending kids now?! [Shocked]

[Girl is silent. No expression. A paralyzed state.]

[Werewolf] Who sent you!  

[Girl remains the same. He grows more angry. Pulls girl close to his face.]

[Werewolf] Who are you! [Demanding.]

[He catches a scent of her that surprises him. He freezes.]

[Flashback begins]

[An approximately 5 year old girl standing alone against a wall inside. Resembles teenage girl. Sounds of violence, but it is unclear what has occurred. Child is unharmed. Werewolf in wolf form suddenly is up close face to face with the blank faced and motionless child. Werewolf sniffs her, gives her a single dog lick to her face, and then disappears.]   

[Flashback ends]

[He lets go of her with a slight push, and she stumbles back as she loses her balance, and collapses to the ground unhurt. He leaves. He disappears. She does not follow him.]

[SCENE]

[Woman in her 20s. Resembles teenage girl. Has man in 40s or 50s bound and restrained in a standing position and gagged. Woman softly sings menacingly as she loads an automatic handgun.]

[Woman] Hush little baby, don’t you cry. Mama’s gonna buy you a mocking bird. And if that mocking bird won’t sing, Mama’s gonna buy you a DIAmond ring!

[On “die” emphases she pulls down the gag on the man and forces the barrel of the handgun into his mouth.]

[Woman] You know the rest of the song?

[Man makes panicked unintelligible sounds]

[Woman pushes gun more into his mouth. Brings her ear close his mouth.]

[Woman] I’m sorry, I didn’t get that. What was that?

[Women stands up straight and is going to fire. Expressionless she pauses.]

[Woman. To werewolf in human form off out of sight. Not looking away from her victim.] I thought you might show up.

[No response.]

[Woman] I am going to kill him.

[No response]

[Woman] You can’t stop me.

[No response]

[Woman] I am going to kill him. [Pause] Just like you kill.

[Werewolf] I kill to survive. [Calmly]

[After a few moments woman removes the gun from the man’s mouth. She unloads the gun, and places it on the ground. Slides the gun and the loaded clip towards the werewolf with her foot. She hangs her head. A look of cocky high self confidence appears on the man’s face. He thinks he has won. He laughs at her. She suddenly pulls a hidden large calibre revolver from her clothing and shoots the man, holding the gun with both hands, pulling the trigger as fast as she can. The gun empties, the man is dead, but she continues to pull the trigger. The gun clicks and clicks with a rapid sound. Werewolf slowly and gently takes the gun from her hands. He embraces her. Putting his arm around her, he leads her away.

[Werewolf] Are you going to be alright?

[Woman] I’ll survive. [Calmly]

(c) Trevor Dailey