Twisted Minds

Yakimono

VIRGINIA BARN - NIGHT-

A nascent crime scene. Work lights and flashing neons. COPS' and FBI AGENTS' breath frosting the cold air. An AMBULANCE is exiting. It drives toward us, revolving lights FILL FRAME.

JACK CRAWFORD standing With Caroline trying to comfort him, haunted, watching

the ambulance drive away.

BAU - EVIDENCE PROCESSING - NIGHT-

Miriam is still being processed – DIRT is scraped from beneath the nails of her right hand.

Her BLOOD slowly fills a test tube. Each time the evidence is put into bags, onto slides and labeled. "...I was so wrong..."

FBI - MIRIAM LASS'S DORM - NIGHT-

Abrupt silence. Miriam sits, staring into middle distance. Hear the slow THUD of her HEARTBEAT. The AMBIENT HUM of her CIRCULATORY SYSTEM. She finds her left arm resting on her knee, the round, smooth oddness of the stump where her left arm should be...

And, finally, her eyes, lashes in FOCUS as we see TEARS slowly bud and build on them.

"Thank you." Finally, Miriam looks at Jack with her. There is belief and gratitude. Her voice raspy and low: "I knew you'd never stop looking..." She smiles softly, the sight haunting. "Can I see him?" She asks gently, "Who?" Jack says as he Furrows his brows in confusion. "The Ripper." She says nervously, "We haven't caught the Ripper." Her stomach plunges, helpless, frustrated, scared. "He's still--?"

"We need your help, Miriam. You know who he is." Jack says Grimmly, "I don't. Know who he is." She says choking on her own words, she thought they found her beacuse they caught him. Poor Miriam. "You found him."

"I don't remember finding him. He got inside my head."

"Do you remember being taken?"

"I remember a dream about drowning. Then being awake. And not awake. Being myself, and not myself. I remember I could smell salt air. We were by the sea. For weeks. Months. Longer. Days and evenings blurred, I'd wake up to the smell of fresh flowers and the sting of a needle. I wasn't afraid. Fear and pain were so far away, on the horizon, but not close. Never close." She says so terrorized by what she knew she couldn't remember, it frustrated her.

"I was reckless with your life." Jack says as he lets his head drop sadly, "I was reckless with my life." Miriam responds trying to make jack feel as though its not his fault. Because it's not. Its not his fault for His Wife's attempted suicide, Beverly's death, Miriam's kidnapping, Will's imprisonment, Caroline and Hannibal's Attemped Assasination. None of it ws ever His fault.

"I saw what I needed in you and I used you. I let you break the rules on my behalf while I hid behind deniability." Jack says He believes everything is his fault.

"Please, Agent Crawford. Don't apologize to me for my mistakes. He treated me very well until the end. Until he put me in the ground. Even when he took my arm. He told me what he was going to do. I went to sleep. I woke up, it was gone. Said he was giving it to you." Miriam says with wide eyes gazing down on the floor. "Did he tell you why?"

"He said he wanted to give you hope."

"Can you identify him?"

"I could hear his voice. I couldn't see his face. All I could see......was light."

"Why didn't he kill you, Miriam? Why were you spared?" Jack asks curiously. "I wasn't spared. He was just saving me for last." Miriam says with a Grim look.

BAU - INTERROGATION ROOM - DAY-

ALANA BLOOM and CAROLINE BAILIE are with HANNIBAL in the small room with the TWO-