Twisted Minds

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WILL GRAHAM'S HOUSE - NIGHT -

WILL GRAHAM lies with dogs, enjoying three fingers of juice. The SPACE HEATER in the fireplace emits a warm halo around the pack as Will works over the innards of the boat motor.
Will stops working, listening. He eyes the dogs, they don't react, going about their leisure. Will returns to work. A distant, almost imperceptible CRY. Will stops again. He glances at the dogs, they still don't react. Another WIMPER. Just as far away, but louder. Whatever it is, it's desperate.
Will stands, shrugs on a coat and grabs a flashlight.

WILL GRAHAM'S HOUSE - FRONT PORCH - NIGHT -

Will walks onto the front porch, closing the door so the dogs can't follow him. He listens. An even more frantic CRY. Will hurries off the porch in the direction of the distress.

WILL GRAHAM'S HOUSE - FIELD - NIGHT -

Will wades into the darkness, his flashlight growing fainter. The crying is more intense now. It rises and falls, growing louder and softer as Will searches, wincing at the horrible sound of the high-pitched, fear-induced whines. Then a sudden quiet. Will holds his breath, listening, shining his flashlight in the direction of the last, sad whimper. Nothing. He stands there a moment, unsure what to do.

WILL GRAHAM'S HOUSE - FIELD - MORNING -

As Will scans the forest floor around him, Caroline is searching the underbrush, as well. "If it wasn't a coyote, the coyotes probably got it. Probably got it even if it was a coyote." Will says as he scans the area, and then looks at me. "You're not expecting to find it alive, are you?" I ask curiously,  "We'll be lucky to find a paw." he scoffs and looks back around the forest. "If I knew we were looking for a paw, I'd've been looking closer." I laugh softly and continue looking. "I just want to get rid of anything that might attract predators."  He says "You invited me over to help you collect animal parts?" I smirk amusedly, kinda sad it wasn't just so we could hang out. "I invited you over on the off chance we find it alive. Hard to wrangle a wounded animal by myself. Did you think it was a date?" He says as he shakes his head 'no' "Honestly, it never crossed my mind." I lie, Will is at first relieved, then almost disappointed. "Why not?" 

 "You just don't seem like you date." I say honestly, "Too broken to date." he says with some good natured teasing and a hand over his heart.  "You're not broken. You're puzzled." I say smiling kindly and looking over at him. "I am puzzled. What's your excuse?" He asks with a smirk and a raised eyebrow, i take in a deep breath "For not dating? Why are you assuming I don't date?" I ask letting out the breath chuckling.  "Do you?" "No. Never found anyone worth dating, because of the last time. But I'm sure I'll find that somebody or somebodies some day but right now I overthink too much. And Analyze too much." I say laughing softly, "It's hard to date when you notice everything they do and have a pretty good idea why they do it." He laughs with me, i nod and take in another deep breath. "I get that. Worse than dating a psychiatrist and Criminal Profiler is being a psychiatrist  and Criminal Profile dating."

"Are you going to try to find that person or people, or are you gonna let them find you?" Will asks me, i look at him "I haven't thought about it." Will stops, puzzling over the icy underbrush around them. "See something?" I stop and turn to face him, Will glances around, making certain before he answers: "No, actually. I don't even see any tracks. Except the ones we made."

CONCERT HALL - AUDITORIUM - DAY -

The Dead Man sits in a kneeling ergonomic chair duct-taped to a back brace that holds him in an upright position. his mouth is agape, broken teeth, head held upright by the NECK OF A VIOLIN jammed down his gullet. His throat is OPEN, cut horizontally below the Adam's apple and vertically down the middle splayed open as if for dissection, the flaps of flesh affixed to metal rings. Caroline, Will, and Jack walk down the aisle, approaching the corpse, curious. VARIOUS POLICE OFFICERS, F.B.I., BRIAN ZELLER, JIMMY PRICE and BEVERLY KATZ stand near the LOBBY DOORS, observing. "Victim is Douglas Wilson, member of the Baltimore Metropolitan Orchestra. Brass section. Trombone player." Jack briefs the two Profilers "Low brass. Was he any good?"  Will asks Caroline curiously,  She shrugs. "He was killed sometime after his last performance. Blunt force trauma to the back of the head." Jack says ignoring What Will was saying, "His killer brought him back here to put on a show." Caroline says tilting her head, "Got some idea about who'd do this?" Jack asks Will as Will shakes two aspirin out of bottle, tosses them back. "I may be courting that feeling that precedes an idea."

"Seems like it's getting easier for you to look." Jack says turning around to look at Will and Caroline. "I tell myself it's purely an intellectual exercise." Will shrugs, "In the narrow definition of forensics, that's what it is."

"But it's not getting easier, Jack. I shake it off and keep looking." Will says pointedly, Caroline knows more than anyone how Will feels, She herself finds it hard not to take home what she sees and feels at work.

"Good. You shake it off. You're all wired. I'll come back in when you tell me." Jack turns, climbing down from the stage. A POLICE OFFICER pulls the AUDITORIUM DOORS CLOSED behind Jack. The other SET OF DOORS are CLOSED by another LOCAL POLICE OFFICER. Will and Caroline are now alone with each other and their minds. He crosses the stage, circles the Dead Man. He takes a breath, exhales, then closes his eyes. A PENDULUM It swings in the darkness of Will Graham's mind, keeping rhythm with his heart beat. FWUM. FWUM. He walks backward, away from the Dead Man, toward the lip of the stage. He climbs down and sits in the front row. FWUM. The PENDULUM is now outside Will's head. FWUM. FWUM. It SWINGS through FRAME, bringing down the HOUSE LIGHTS, plunging the seats of the auditorium into relative darkness. Will watches the BOUND and GAGGED MAN secured to the chair. The soon-to-be-Dead Man struggles against his bindings as Will emerges from the darkness and brings down a mallet on the back of his head, knocking his head violently forward. "I open the throat from the outside. Three incisions, one to bleed him, second to open the trachea and a third to expose the vocal chords." Will makes the incisions, slicing out a disc of trachea.

"I open the throat from inside with the neck of a violin." Will places a VIOLIN NECK into the Dead Man's open mouth, pushing it down his neck, until he can see the end of it through the opening he's made. This draws Will's attention to the powdery white residue on the victim's throat. "Powder on the wounds." He looks out on the meticulously designed acoustic space. "It's rosin from a bow." Will stands behind the corpse holding a string bow, "I wanted to play him. I wanted to create a sound." He raises the bow to the dead man's open throat. "This sound wasn't for you or from you. It was from me. My sound. This is my design." He runs the bow across the exposed and presented vocal chords, wrapped around the small end of the HEARING HORN intubator, emitting a single chilling note. "I give voice to death." over the auditorium as Will Graham bows the dead man's throat creating an eerie, incandescent sound......until WILL FINDS GARRET JACOB HOBBS sitting alongside a deathly pale Caroline. Will abruptly stops playing, then realizes no one else is there Besides Caroline.