Twisted Minds

Su-zakana

HANNIBAL LECTER'S HOUSE - DINING ROOM - NIGHT-

Will sits next to Caroline and Jack Crawford sits across the couple as the fish is placed between them. Hannibal pours wine. "Truite saumonée au bleau with vegetables and broth, served with hollandaise sauce on the side. Beautiful fish, Will." Hannibal comments with delight. He's Back.

"It was my turn to provide the meat." Will responds and I take a deep breath. This man obviously doesn't care for his safety, but I guess I don't either if we think about it. "More flavorful and firm than farmed specimens. I find the trout to be a very Nietzsche-ian fish. Trials of his wild existence find their way into the flavor of the flesh." Hannibal serves food onto each of their plates. Then: "I hope "providing the meat" doesn't mean you still harbor doubts about what I serve at my table. As Hannibal sits. Will doesn't answer; Jack answers for him.

"No doubts, Dr. Lecter. Only the wounds we dealt each other before we got to the truth. Which is why we need to move past apologies and forgiveness. Chilton has many victims besides the dead." Jack looks at Will, nods at this. "We will absorb this experience and it will change us. We are all Nietzsche-ian fish in that regard."

"Makes us tastier." Hannibal considers Will. "None of our actions were personal."

"I tried to have Hannibal killed. Isn't that personal?"

"You thought I was a killer. a very Nietzsche-ian fish. Trials of his wild existence find their

way into the flavor of the flesh." Hannibal serves food onto each of their plates. Then: "I don't blame Miriam Lass for shooting Frederick Chilton. I wanted to kill him myself."Jack looks from Hannibal to Will. Unwilling to commit.

"Greatest crime now would be to walk away from what we've shared and suffered. In many ways, we need each other. We're the only ones who will know what this feels like." Hannibal says with looks towards me and Will.

"This fish is delicious." I eat my Food and hold Hannibal's gaze. 

HORSE STABLE - NIGHT-

Hannibal studies the dead horse's face, running a hand across its neck, almost unconsciously. Jack standing over him. "I agree with the pagans. The horse is divine. All beasts of burden are sacred animals." I walk over to them, "This kind of mutilation often presents as cult activity." Jack says as he watches as BRIAN ZELLER unpacks his kit next to the WOMB WOMAN, now lying on a sheet of plastic. JIMMY PRICE stands over the horse, photographs the sutures and incision. He cranes his camera, trying to get a good angle in the abdominal cavity. "When an animal's sacrificed, it's presumed the power of the beast will be psychically transported to whoever's offering up the goods." says Jimmy.

"Which is why sacrificial animals should be healthy, without any defects. This horse was dying." I say in my approach. I greet everyone with a smile as I sip my coffee.

"Its womb was more or less intact." An ULTRAVIOLET LIGHT suddenly shines down on her revealing a constellation of SMALL BRUISES on her throat. Brian Zeller is holding a PORTABLE ULTRAVIOLET LAMP. "Victim was deceased before she wasenwombed. Ecchymosis of the subcutaneous tissue is consistent--She was strangled." Zeller tucks the lamp away, grabs a flashlight and peels back an eyelid to find the whites of the eye are BLOOD RED.

"She was scrappy. Put up a fight." Caroline, Jack and Hannibal watching and listening nearby.

"The horse is a chrysalis, a cocoon meant to hold the young woman until her death can be transformed." Hannibal comments, "Transformed into what?" Jack looks at Hannibal with curiosity. I blankly stare at the poor woman who was taken too soon. But the person who carefully sewed her into the womb of the horse is not the same person who killed her out of rage.