How does one define right and wrong? The answer is you can't. Everyone's definition is different. How did I end up so far from who I was before I met, Will Graham and Dr. Hannibal Lecter. Why do I like who I am Now? The blood that sprays on my face...
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TURNER HOME - DINING ROOM - DAY -
Each member of the Turner Family has a full plate in front of them. In front of Will, an empty place setting. "Table has been set. Family dinner. I wasn't invited. I take my seat at the empty plate. My seat. My place setting, next to Mrs. Turner. I am the guest of honor." Will monologues, The YOUNGEST TURNER holds a fork in her hand with a small stalk of broccoli impaled on its tines. "No one has taken a bite of their dinner. Except the youngest. Unless you eat your growing foods, you won't get any dessert." Will continues, The Youngest Turner pops the broccoli in her mouth. "No one is bound. No one leaves the table. All afraid to move. Even the little ones behaved themselves. I brought my new family to this home invasion, controlling the Turners with threats of violence."
WILL'S P.O.V. -
He stares dispassionately into middle distance. "Threats that turned to action." THREE SIMULTANEOUS GUN SHOTS ring out in the dining room. "The Turner Family is executed simultaneously with the exception of Mrs. Turner. Who dies last. This is my design." The Turner Family is now face down in their plates, with the exception of Mrs. Turner -- who stares directly at Will. "I shoot Mrs. Turner, gun against the canvas of her forehead. Looking her directly in the eye when I pull the trigger." BANG. It rocks her head violently back before swinging forward into her plate, Will leaning across the table holding a smoking gun.
OMNISCIENT P.O.V. -
JACK CRAWFORD standing in the dining room doorway, watching Will -- who now wears rubber gloves and is no longer holding a gun, but his arm is still raised. A moment, then: "What do you see, Will?" Jack asks looking at Will with a concerned look, "Family values." Will responds after taking a moment "Whose family values?" Jack looks at Will but Will is unable to answer that question...
WILL GRAHAM'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM/BEDROOM - DAY -
Will's pack of misfit DOGS sniff and wander the house. Suddenly, they all go still. Tails motionless, heads turns to observe an DARK PRESENCE with curious interest. Hannibal appears at the front door, Will's house lit up behind him Holds up LINKS OF SAUSAGES. Dinner time. Dogs occupied, Hannibal stands before a cluttered BOOKSHELF. He scans the bindings, pulls one out for a better look: an instruction manual on fly fishing. He raises an eyebrow. A DRAWER glides open. Hannibal inspects a pile of OLD T-SHIRTS looking for clues to Will's past -- instead he only finds white t-shirts, a dozen of them neatly folded. Telling in its own way. Unceremoniously displayed in a partially disassembled state. Through Will's glasses, Hannibal picks up the pieces of the disassembled BOAT MOTOR and puts them together effortlessly. Hannibal enters to find Will's FLY TYING GEAR arranged on the table. There is a RACK of COMPLETED FLIES. A VICE, LAMP, MAGNIFYING GLASS, YARNS, THREADS, FEATHERS, and HOOKS. Hannibal sits at the station, admires Will's handiwork, such delicate lures for catching fish. Hannibal applies himself to tying off an incomplete SALMON FLY, expertly using the TOOLS of Will's hobby -- THREAD, BOBBIN, SCISSORS, PLIERS. His surgeon's precision in play. Having completed his work, Hannibal admires the FLY and HOOK. He presses his THUMB gently against the pointed BARB, and keeps the pressure on until he draws a drop of BLOOD. Without lingering on his act, Hannibal sucks the lone DROP from his thumb-tip. The sound is not unlike a quick KISS.
