Twisted Minds

Hassun

COURTHOUSE - COURTROOM - DAY -

the speaker as MARION VEGA, prosecutor. She has the floor. A smiling assassin.

"Garret Jacob Hobbs, the Minnesota Shrike, killed young women who looked just like his daughter. He killed them and he ate them." Vega pauses and looks at Will. He sits, shackled, with his attorney LEONARD BRAUER. JUDGE BERTRAND DAVIES straight ahead. An audience in the gallery. No jury. A bailiff stands guard.

"Will Graham understood how Garret Jacob Hobbs thought, which is how he caught him. Shot Hobbs dead as he cut his daughter's throat. Will Graham and his partner Dr. Caroline Bailie saved Abigail Hobbs's life. But this profile he created of her father was so vivid, he couldn't escape it. In an unconscious state, he killed three more young women." She has a remote for a projector in her hand and she CLICKS it. The LIGHTS DIM. KER-CHUNK -- the lights flicker across Will's face as a slide changes on a screen. SLIDE: CASSIE BOYLE MOUNTED ON ANTLERS.

"Cassie Boyle." KER-CHUNK -- MARISSA SCHUUR IMPALED ON ANTLERS.

"Marissa Schuur." KER-CHUNK -- ABIGAIL HOBBS. Will looks down.

"And Abigail Hobbs. Mr. Graham saved her from her father, but couldn't save her from himself. He killed her and ate her. At the very least, we know he ate her ear." KER-CHUNK -- a ghastly image of the ear Will threw up.

"What he did with the rest of her is locked away in the recesses of Will Graham's traumatized mind, or so he would have you believe. Something else you should know about Will Graham. He's an eideteker. He has a remarkable visual memory. He is keenly insightful to the human condition and I would argue, the smartest person in this room. Capable of creating a psychological profile of a different kind of killer, one that would become his alibi."

COURTHOUSE - HALLWAY OUTSIDE THE COURTROOM - DAY-

JACK CRAWFORD paces, waiting. KADE PRURNELL approaches. "Moment of truth."

"If I knew what the truth was." Jack says as he prepares himself to take the stand. "There's nothing wrong with your instincts." Prurnell says as she looks him dead in the eyes. "My instincts have not yet arrived at conviction." Jack says as his head bows towards the sky. "Mine have. With the benefit of no prior involvement and no personal connections to the accused."

"Meaning, I can't be impartial." Jack says softly and with slight understanding.

"Of course you can be impartial. But right now, you're not. You have to believe something. As long as there is reason and evidence to believe. You have reason. You have evidence. Will Graham is playing a game." Kade Prurnell is certain in her beliefs. The courtroom door opens and Jack turns, expecting to be called. His nerves evident. But it is just a bailiff exiting. Kade softens. "I understand why that would be hard for you to accept."

"Let's hear that theory." Jack says with slight defiance and an unreadable expression, "It is easier to be a man who missed a friend's suffering than it is to be the head of Behavioral Sciences at the FBI who missed a killer standing right in front of him. There's a reason you're a witness for the prosecution, Agent Crawford." Prurnell says with a cold gaze. "What reason would that be?" Jack says as he meets her eyes with a cold gaze of his own.

"If you can't represent your own beliefs, represent the Bureau's. Will Graham lied to the FBI. He lied to you. And you know it." She holds his arm, reassuring, cheerleading. "Let yourself off the hook, Jack."

COURTHOUSE - COURTROOM - DAY-

Jack is on the stand. Mid-testimony. Vega in front of him, but Jack's eyes are on Will Graham. Will does not look away. There is a female bailiff on duty. I'm directly behind Will, I keep my eyes on Jack. "How did you meet Will Graham?" asks Ms. Vega