Twisted Minds

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WILL GRAHAM'S HOUSE - DAY-

Will is in his bed, dawn light streaking through the windows. He looks drawn, ill, groggy.

The dogs are barking and he throws back the covers. To REVEAL his feet and legs are covered in dried mud which smears the bedclothes. The light hurts his eyes. Will is immediately concerned. A beautiful winter morning. Will shields his eyes on the porch as the dogs rush out barking. WINSTON stays by Will's side. He looks down at him. Winston pushes his head under his hand. The others bark and mill. Something has them thrown, agitated. Will turns back inside.

WILL GRAHAM'S HOUSE - DAY-

The dogs fuss around Will as he heads for the SINK, and runs the tap good and cold. He drinks from the faucet. GRABS a bottle of aspirin and weighs four in his palm before swallowing them and then bending back to the faucet, feeling bad. He glugs water, sighing breathes between each swallow.

He straightens, wipes his mouth. AND THEN, with sudden violence, he RETCHES and HURLS into the sink. AND STARES. Lying in the sink, spotted with ASPIRIN is a grey, perfectly intact HUMAN EAR... Will STARES at it...

WILL GRAHAM'S HOUSE - DAY-

Will explodes off the porch and drops to his knees in the

yard. Retching and retching but nothing more comes.

He looks up. Around. Nothing. Whirls around. Woods all

Around. Will, his anxiety, his anguish, his fear...

WILL GRAHAM'S HOUSE - DAY -

Will sits on the porch. Shivering. Staring. Hannibal's car pulls up and Hannibal gets out. Comes to Will. "I went to Minnesota. I took Abigail. We went to Minnesota. She didn't come back with me." Will says with this eerily calm and shaken voice. Hannibal is effectively feigning shock and concern.

"Show me." He holds out as hand. Will looks at it, looks up at Hannibal and then takes it and stands. Hannibal ushers him inside.

WILL GRAHAM'S HOUSE - DAY-

Hannibal wraps a blanket around Will. Sits him down. Through the KITCHEN DOORWAY, Hannibal stares at what is in the sink with stunned silence. Will sits in the living room, looking into middle-distance.

"I don't remember going to bed last night. But I must have. Maybe I got up to let the dogs out and I..." Will says his face looking stressed and distraught. He knew he could so something like this. But he never thought he would, especially to someone he cares about. What will Caroline think? What will she Do? Will she still love me? "When did you last see Abigail?" Hannibal snaps Will out of his thought process but Will is still zoning out. "I woke up and my feet were muddy." Will says softly and almost monotone.

"Will....When did you last see Abigail?" Hannibal says while slowly walking towards Will. "Yesterday. At her father's cabin. I had an episode. She said something was wrong with me. She

was afraid of me. She ran away." Will says softly. "What happened? Why was she afraid?"

"I hallucinated. I hallucinated that I killed her. But it wasn't real. I know it wasn't real." He looks at Hannibal, desperate, terrified. Hannibal is saddened, concerned. He kneels next to Will

"Will, we have to call Jack Crawford. You can't run from this. It will only make things worse. Get dressed." Hannibal says reasonably and Will nods slowly.

WILL GRAHAM'S HOUSE - ENCLOSED PATIO - DAY-

Hannibal stands patiently next to the door observing the PERIMETER FBI AGENTS and LOCAL POLICE have established. Among the FBI and ANIMAL SERVICES VEHICLES, we can see BRIAN ZELLER, BEVERLY KATZ and JIMMY PRICE patiently waiting.