Twisted Minds

Ko No Mono

GRAHAM/BAILIE HOUSE - BEDROOM - DAY-

Will twists in the throes of his fevered dream. A sound Gagging competes with his pathetic moan. Will finally awakens, disoriented. The Gagging comes again.

GRAHAM/BAILIE HOUSE - BATHROOM- DAY-

Will in T-shirt and sweats as he opens the Bathroom door to find Caroline leaning over the toilet gagging. "Honey?" Will calls to her. She groans back, she's donned in one of his T-shirts. He goes over to her and holds her hair. Rubbing her back. Once she's done vomiting, Will brings her Alkaline Water and anti-nausea medication. "I've been feeling so sick lately." I take the pills with the water.

"Do I need to-" I shake my head, "no. I think its just a stomach bug or something." Will kisses my Forehead and brushes my hair out of my face. "Are you sure because-" I give him a look. He nods. He helps me up and takes me to the kitchen. He makes me some buttered toast and then there's a knock at our door.

GRAHAM/BAILIE  HOUSE - DAY-

Will in a T-shirt and sweats as he opens the front door. ALANA BLOOM Is on the stoop with APPLESAUCE. Will's DOGS mill around them, saying hello. Will watches as she bends to pet them. "Do we do friendly visits anymore?" Will raises a brow. "This isn't a friendly visit."

"What kind of visit is it?"

"I guess I'm trying to convince myself of something. Or maybe I'm trying to convince you." Alana is pensive, thoughtful, struggling with confrontation. "Or maybe I don't know why I'm here." Alana adjusts her stance. "I know why. You're worried I killed Freddie Lounds." The statement is matter-of-fact and sits there between them. "Did you?"

"What do you think?"

"I think that's the wrong answer to tell somebody who is already wondering what you're capable of." Alana says, the sound of breakfast cooking and the sound of soft singing comes from inside the house. Will smiles softly "Been wondering that for a while."

"I know you're lying to me. You've slipped into some kind of skin and I think it fits a little too well."

"I told everyone Hannibal was a killer and no one believed me. Just like no one would believe you if you said I was a killer." Will's tone chills Alana. But she's brave and persistent. "I'm afraid, Will. But not of you. I'm afraid for you. I don't think Hannibal is good for you. I think your relationship is destructive."

"But Hannibal's good enough for you." Alana reacts to that, stung. Will tries to soften his remark. "You should be afraid. You're right to be afraid. I have something for you." Will quietly goes inside and returns, brandishing A HANDGUN. "Whoever you're afraid of... don't be afraid to use it."

Alana reacts in fear, then Will SPINS the gun on its TRIGGER GUARD and offers it to her. He holds her gaze. Alana takes the gun. And her certainty about him wavers. She sees the old Will for a second. "Takes 9mm rounds. Buy a box and find a range. Practice." And he goes back inside. The door swinging closed behind him, leaving Alana alone in the cold.

HANNIBAL LECTER'S HOUSE - DINING ROOM - NIGHT-

the fire flickering wildly. HANNIBAL placing it on the table in front of Will and Caroline. As the flames die down, we reveal THREE THUMB-SIZED BIRDS sizzling in their own fat and flesh.

"Among gourmands, the ortolan bunting is considered a rare-but debauched delicacy. A rite of
passage, if you will. Each of the birds resembles an oval of butter with wings, feet and head still attached. Preparation calls for the songbird to be drowned alive in Armagnac. It is then roasted and consumed whole in a single mouthful."