Twisted Minds

Roti

HANNIBAL'S HOME - DINING ROOM - NIGHT

Hannibal ENTERS carrying KUDAL, an Indian curry of sheep intestines, lovingly displayed in a sculpted banana leaf. "Dr. Gideon is a psychopath. Psychopaths are narcissists. They rarely doubt who they are." Hannibal says as he enters, with Chilton trailing behind; "Tried to appeal to his narcissism."

"By convincing him he was the Chesapeake Ripper." Hannibal says, Dr. Chilton realizes he's gotten himself into trouble. "If only I had been more curious about the common mind." Chilton says as he looks out the frosty window. "I have no interest in understanding sheep. Only eating them. Kudal. A South Indian curry. Made from sheep, of course. Bathed In a Coconut-coriander-chili sauce." Hannibal says as he serves Dr. Chilton a morsel from the platter. "Feels like a last supper." Chilton says as he takes a seat at the dining room table. "You're not the only psychiatrist a patient has accused of making them kill. Poke around a psychopath's mind, bound to get poked back." Hannibal says as he takes his own plate and sits down at the head of the table.

"What would you do in my position?" Chilton asks, "Deny everything." Hannibal replies simply and blatantly. "I thought psychic driving would have been more effective in breaking down his personality." Chilton says with a slight smirk. "Psychic driving fails because its methods are too obvious. You were trying too hard, Fredrick. If force is used, the subject will only surrender temporarily." Hannibal and Dr. Chilton enjoy the beautifully prepared meal. "Once a patient is exposed to the method of the manipulation, it becomes much less effective." Hannibal continues.

"When Dr. Gideon began to suspect he was being pushed..." Chilton trailed off and Hannibal continued for him; "...he pushed back. The subject mustn't be aware of any influence. The only motivation one needs is loneliness or mild depression."

ROAD - PRISON TRANSPORT VAN CRIME SCENE - DAY

Behind Will is the PRISON TRANSPORT VAN, it's doors open, spattered with blood and debris. Will closes his eyes. A PENDULUM It swings in the darkness of Will Graham's mind, keeping

rhythm with his heart beat. FWUM. FWUM. FWUM. His eyes are closed. The PENDULUM is now outside his head. It swings behind Will, wiping away in its wake the LOCAL COPS

and FBI AGENTS. FWUM. The PENDULUM swings again and the AMBULANCE and PARAMEDIC are gone. FWUM. FWUM. He opens his eyes and walks BACKWARDS toward the Prison Van. BACKING into the Prisoner Holding area and sitting down. FWUM. The doors close behind him taking us to:

PRISON TRANSPORT VAN - DAY

Will sits where Gideon was sitting. The PENDULUM swings across the BLOOD-STAINED walls and doors, lifting the blood. FWUM. The PENDULUM swings and the pool of blood on the floor

has vanished. Will glances at the bench next to him to see a small torn piece of flesh and a smear of blood. FWUM. Gone. Will glances up to see the PT OFFICER sitting opposite him and

the NURSE sitting on the adjacent bench. "All I need is to get one hand free." They watch Will, who glances at the bench next to him where the small torn piece of flesh and smear of blood once were. Slamming his hand into the bench, Will dislocates his own THUMB and quickly slides his hand free of the cuff. The PT OFFICER sees this and moves to stop him as Will

quickly pops his thumb back into place. The PT Officer lands a blow to Will's head, before Will pulls him to the bench in a choke hold.

The NURSE attempts to intercede and a vicious battle ensues. But Will kicks the Nurse back, pins the PT OFFICER to the roof of the van with his leg shackles, choking the man out. The man falls to the floor dead allowing Will to flip the Nurse onto the floor of the van. He takes THE FREE HANDCUFF and DRIVES deep INTO the Nurse's neck. Will pulls on it and the man's throat is ripped out in a gush of blood that sprays the inside of the back door windows.