Twisted Minds

Dolce

PALAZZO CAPPONI - ATROCIOUS TORTURE EXHIBIT - DAY-

Jack, Will, and Caroline move through the shattered interior of the Atrocious Torture Exhibit where Jack and Hannibal did battle. "He's wounded and worried."

"Hannibal doesn't worry. Knowing he's in danger won't rattle him any more than killing does." Jack examines the vintage WOODCARVING of Pazzi's ancestor hanging, disemboweled. "If Rinaldo Pazzi decided to do his duty as an officer of the law, he could have detained Dr. Fell and determined very quickly that he was Hannibal Lecter. Would have taken thirty minutes to get a warrant."

"All those resources were denied to Pazzi. Once he decided to sell Hannibal, he became a bounty hunter." I say as I clip a TEMPORARY FBI badge on Will, Handing Jack his.  "Outside the law and alone. Here we are: outside the law and alone." Jack claims, I shake my head. The best thing about "not being apart of any of this" is that I still have my resources, and my job.

"Again."

"We know how that usually turns out. Mason Verger is trying to capture Hannibal himself for purposes of personal revenge."

"Have you told la polizia they're looking for Hannibal Lecter?"

"They're motivated to find Dr. Fell inside the law. Knowing who he is... and what he's worth, will just coax them out of bounds."

"It would be a free-for-all." I say, softly concerned. "And Hannibal would slip away. Would you slip away with him?"

"Part of me will always want to." Will says as he brushes hair out of my face. "You have to cut that part out." Will looks around the displays of torture instruments.

"Of course you would find him here. Not because of the exhibit, but because of the crowd it attracts." Jack watches Will as he moves behind a STARVATION CAGE, appearing as though he's trapped inside. "You had him, Jack. He was beaten. Why didn't you kill him?" Jack considers that a moment, then: "Maybe I need you to."

HANNIBAL'S FLORENCE APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - DAY-

Bedelia sits opposite Jack Crawford who pulls out one of the ampoules, studying it, while Will observes behind Jack. "My husband's a doctor. He's treating my condition."

"What condition is that, Mrs. Fell?"

"I get confused."

"Please. You need to get over yourself, whatever self this is... Bedelia." Will scoffs and paces.

"My name is Lydia Fell." Will's image FLUTTERS in fits and starts as the room around him continues to PULSE and VIBRATE.

"You expect us to believe you somehow got lost in the hot darkness of Hannibal Lecter's mind? That Lydia Fell is some construct?" I ask as I take a seat, a hand resting on my belly.

Jack pulls out his cell phone and calls up an image he shows to Bedelia: a MISSING-PERSON poster displaying her likeness. She stares through it. "Now I'm very confused." Will leans in close to Bedelia and, in a distorted reprise of her words to him, he mockingly whispers: "I don't believe you."

"You're not confused, Bedelia." Jack says slightly frustrated and impressed. "That's not my name."

"You know who you are and what you are doing, and you know exactly how you're going to wiggle out of it. What is this? Sedatives? Hypnotics? Ethanol? Scopolamine? Midazolam?"

"Same cocktail Dr. Lecter served Miriam Lass? You've been freebasing your alibi. I'm not even mad at you. In fact, I'd say I'm fairly impressed."

"Mostly because you're still alive. When this fog of yours clears, I'd love to hear how you managed that." I say as I cross my feet.