Twisted Minds

And the Beast from the Sea

BAU - JACK CRAWFORD'S OFFICE - DAY-

Will staring across the desk at JACK CRAWFORD staring at the candid pictures, of the Jacobi and Leeds families, in his hand. "Nightly news countdown to the next full moon. Chicago and Buffalo police are under a media blitz."

"He's not going to kill again in Chicago or Buffalo. He's moved on." Will scoffs. "Let me fill you in on what's up for the twenty-fifth."

"When he does it again?"

"If we have a problem on the twenty-fifth."

"Not "if." "When.""

"Both times it's been on a Saturday. Jacobis were on a full moon on a Saturday night. Leedses, day short of a full moon, but also Saturday night. This time, full moon falls on a Monday. He likes the weekend, so we're ready from Friday on." Jack says confidently

"Ready? We're ready? Jack. you're not even head of the BAU anymore."

"We have a Gulfstream standing by at Andrews Air Force Base. Caroline, Me, you, Zeller, Jimmy Price, a photographer and two people to do interrogations, soon as the call comes in, we're on our way. Anywhere in the East or South, we can be there in an hour." Will nods, taking it in, then: "People are going to panic. Householders will shoot relatives coming home late. Prowler calls will multiply, so will useless tips."

"Despair's going around like the flu. Families are frightened. If Lecter can deliver, he'd better do it in your next conversation."

"He's not going to deliver."

"He wanted you to meet the Dragon. He nudged you in that direction."

"That nudge is a smokescreen for something much more coercive."

"You said he knows this killer."

"Think I can leach it out of him? Hannibal's never going to walk, no matter what. He could raise the dead and they wouldn't let him out. All that's left for him is fun. So that's what he's going to have." Will shakes his head.

FISHING CABIN - DAY-

Caroline as she comes out onto the porch, pulling on her coat. I had taken the day off. Brianna is yelling: "Mama! Mama!" I walk along the porch to find Brianna. "What? What?" She's squatting next to a couple of dogs lying on their sides. "Something's wrong with the dogs."

VET'S OFFICE - DAY-

CLIENTS waiting with DOGS and PETS in carriers or on their laps. A RECEPTIONIST behind a small counter. SLAM! The exterior door flies open and everyone starts as Caroline and Brianna rush in, each of them carrying a sick dog. Brianna Cradling her Puppy, Sunny.

"I got a lot of sick dogs here. There's more in the truck." her urgency...

VET'S OFFICE - DAY-

Caroline is with a VETERINARIAN in a white smock coat. Brianna is in the background, watching as they talk behind the counter.

"They may have gotten into something they shouldn't have. Has there been any changes in their diet?" Caroline can feel Brianna's stare and tries to wrangle the guilt. "My husband usually makes their food from scratch. But Me and Him are in and out of town and it's a lot of work. So I've been feeding them canned food."

"Was it canned food made in China?"

"Is it bad to be made in China?"

"If you're pet food. Dogs get poisoned by Chinese pet food all the time. Pet food safety isn't regulated the same way as human food. And it's barely regulated at all in China. There have been thousands of illnesses and deaths." Caroline is mortified and Brianna, The poor sweet toddler is growing increasingly concerned for the lives of their dogs. "Thousands?"