I shoot Mr.

Marlow twice, severing jugulars and carotids with near-surgical

precision. He will die watching me take what is his away from him. This is my
design. I shoot Mrs. Marlow expertly through the neck. This is not a fatal wound.
The bullet misses every artery. She is paralyzed before it leaves her body. Which
doesn't mean she can't feel pain. It just means she can't do anything about it.
This was recorded as a false alarm. There was a false alarm last... week. He
tapped their phon He recorded Mrs. Marlow's conversation with the security
company. This is DDX Security. Who am I speaking with? Theresa Marlow.
which, if we follow through on our metaphor, - is your golden ticket. - So, is he
warming up for his golden ticket, or just reliving whatever it is he did to her? The
golden ticket wouldn't be the first taken, and she wouldn't be the last. He would,
um, hide how special she was. I mean, I would. Wouldn't you?
Alana, I wouldn't put him out there if I didn't think I could cover him. All right, if I
didn't think I could cover him 80%. I wouldn't put him out there. He's out there.nI
need him out there. Should he get too close, I need you to make sure he's
notnout there alone.
Thank you. - I hate being this neurotic. - If you weren't neurotic, Franklyn, you
would be something much worse. Our brain is designed to experience anxiety in
short bursts, not the prolonged duress yours has seemed to enjoy That's why you
feel as though a lion were on the verge of devouring you. - Franklyn. - Yes. You
have to convince yourself the lion is not in the room. When it is, I assure you, you
will know. Jack Crawford, FBI. May I come in? You may wait in the waiting room.
Franklyn, I'll see you next week. - Yes. - Unless, of course, this is about him. So,
may I ask how this is all about me? You can ask, but I may have to ask you a few
questions first. I learned as much from her as she did from me. Very interesting.
Even for a layman. - A layman? - Yeah. So many learned fellows going about in
the halls of Behavioral Science at the FBI, and you consider yourself a layman I
do when I'm in your company, doctor.
Not fond of eye contact, are you? Eyes are distracting... you see too much, you
don't see enough. And-And it's hard to focus when you're thinking, um, "Oh,
those whites are really white", or, "He must have hepatitis", or, "Oh, is that a
burst "vein?" So, yeah, I try to avoid eyes whenever possible. I imagine what you
see and learn touches everything else in your mind. Your values and decency are
present yet shocked at your associations, appalled at your dreams. No forts in the
bone arena of your skull for things you love. Whose profile are you working on?
Whose profile is he working on? I'm sorry, Will. Observing is what we do. I can't
shut mine off any more than you can shut yours off. Please, don't psychoanalyze
me. You won't like me when I'm psychoanalyzed. - Now, if you'll excuse me, I
have to go give a lecture on psychoanalyzing.
What about the copycat? You know, an intelligent psychopath, particularly a
sadist, is very hard to catch. There's no traceable motive, there'll be no patterns.
He may never kill this way again.
I would apologize for my analytical ambush, but I know I will soon be apologizing
again and you'll tire of that eventually, so I have to consider using apologies
sparingly. Just keep it professional. God forbid we become friendly. I don't find
you that interesting. You will. Agent Crawford tells me you have a knack for the
monsters. in the field. The devil is in the details. What didn't your copycat do to

the girl in the field? What gave it away? Everything. It's like he had to show me a
negative so that I could see the positive. It... 00:33:28,009 --> 00:33:30,477 That
crime scene was practically gift-wrapped. The mathematics of human behaviour...
all those ugly variables. Are you reconstructing his fantasies? - Heh. - What kind
of problems - does he have? - Uh, he has a few. You ever have any problems,
Will? No. Of course you don't. You and I are just alike... problem-free. Nothing
about us to feel horrible about. You know, Will... The finest china, used for only
special guests. How do you see me? The mongoose I want under the house when
the snakes slither by. Finish your breakfast.
What are you smiling at? Peeking behind the curtain. I'm just curious how the FBI
goes about itsbusiness when it's not kicking in doors. What is it about Garrett
Jacob Hobbs you find so peculiar? He left a phone number, no address. And
therefore he has something to hide? The others all left addresses. Do you have an
address for Mr. Hobbs? I got it. (messed up dopped some flies, enough time to
wrap a tissue around hand, pick up the receiver, dial with knuckles, number
blocked too) Caller ID said it was..blocked. Hello? Gareth Jacob? Yeah. You don't
know me and I suspect we'll never meet. This is a courtesy call. Listen very
carefully. Are you listening? Yes. They know.

((((((((((((Oh what a lovely way to save your partner in crime of suspicion,

threaten to kill her when the police finds you, make a shallow neck wound that
places her in the hospital, bam innocence))))))))))))
How are you, Will? Uh, I have no idea. Um, I didn't want you to be ambushed. This
is an ambush? Ambush is later. Immediately later... soon to now. When Jack
arrives, consider yourself ambushed. Here's Jack. The reason you currently
<i>used</i> to work Homicide is because you didn't have the stomach for
pulling the trigger. You just pulled the trigger 10 times. Wait, so a psych eval isn't
a formality? No, it's so I can get some sleep at night. I asked you to get close to
the Hobbs thing. I need to know you didn't get too close. How many nights did
you spend in Abigail Hobbs' hospital room, Will? Therapy doesn't work on me.
Therapy doesn't work on you because you won't let it. And because I know all the
tricks.
What's that? Your psychological evaluation. You are totally functional and more or
less sane. Well done. Did you just rubber stamp me? Yes. Jack Crawford may lay
his weary head to rest knowing he didn't break you and our conversation can
proceed unobstructed by paperwork.
What you need is a way out of dark places when Jack sends you there. Last time
he sent me into a dark place, I brought something back. You saved Abigail
Hobbs' life. You also orphaned her. That comes with certain emotional obligations,
- regardless of empathy disorders. I've fantasized about scenarios where my
actions may have allowed a different fate for Abigail Hobbs. Jack thinks Abigail
Hobbs helped her dad kill those girls. How does that make you feel? How does it
make you feel? - I find it vulgar. - Me too. And entirely possible. Is this therapy, or
a support group? It's whatever you need it to be. And, Will, the mirrors in your
mind can reflect the best of yourself, not the worst of someone else.
Excuse me. I'm one of the parents of the explorers who found the bodies. I
wanted to thank you for being so good with all the boys. - Those boys were very

brave. - They are good boys. - Yeah. - You're a local police detective? - Yes ma'am.
Would it be an imposition to ask a few things? The boys are gonna have
questions and I just want to be as honest with them as.. - Of course. - Can you,
uh, tell me what that man is doing over there by himself? - I think your family's
leaving. - We drove separately.
Since that's why I'm here, I was wondering... Are you Freddie Lounds? This is
unethical, even for a tabloid journalist. I'm afraid I must ask for your bag. What?
Your bag. Please hand it over. I'd rather not take it from you. Our conversation?
Yours and mine? No other conversation? You were very persistent about your
appointment time. How did you know when Will Graham would be here? I may
have also recorded your session with Will Graham. You didn't answer the
question. How did you know? Come. Sit by me. Delete the conversations you
recorded. Doctor-patient confidentiality works both ways. Delete it, please. You've
been terribly rude, Miss Lounds. What's to be done about that?
I did wind up marrying my mother. Your mother didn't cook?Lovely. So, why do
you think Will Graham - came back to see you? - I'm sure 00:23:58,943 -->
00:24:01,778 he recognizes the necessity of his own support structure if he is to
go on supporting you in the field. Well, I believe that a guy like Will Graham
knows exactly what's going on inside of his head, which is why he doesn't want
anyone else up there. Are you not accustomed to broken ponies in your stable? I
think you think Will is a broken pony. Have you ever lost a pony, Jack? I want to
understand why you're so delicate with Will. Because you don't trust him, or
because you're afraid of losing another pony? I've already had my psych eval.
Not by me. You've already told me about your mother. Why stop there.
It's not just alcoholics who have compromised endocrine systems. They all died of
kidney failure? Death by diabetic ketoacidosis. No, they're all diabetics. He
induces a coma and puts them in the ground. How is he inducing diabetic comas?
Changes their medication. So he's a doctor or a pharmacist or he works
somewhere in medical services.
Eldon was just here. - Just now. - Is his car still in the parking lot? His car! JackAll
right. We know his name, we have his address, we have his car.. We just checked
the browser history at Stammets' work station. Am I gonna wanna hear this? No.
And yes, but mostly no. You know, the unfortunate timing of your article allowed
a murderer to escape. You were in Minnesota. You were in the Shrike's nest. You
know how I know? 'Cause you left one of these hairs behind. You contaminated
the crime scene. Just like everywhere you go, you contaminate crime scenes.
That's obstructing justice. I can indict you for obstructing justice. I'd appreciate it
if you didn't. You don't write another word about Will Graham and I won't have to.
I can help you get work outside the force, if you want me to. I know people in
private security. Not th e first cop you got fired. Guarantee you it pays better.
Right now, future you is thanking me.
Then it's not Hobbs' ghost that's haunting you, is it? It's the inevitability of there
being a man so bad that killing him felt good. Killing Hobbs felt just. Which is why
you're here... to prove that sprig of zest you feel is from saving Abigail, not from
killing her dad. If your intention was to kill him, it's because you understand why
he did the things he did. It's beautiful in its own way... giving voice to the
unmentionable. I should've stuck to fixing boat motors in Louisiana. A boat

engine is a machine, a predictable problem, easy to solve. You fail, there's a

paddle. Where was your paddle with Hobbs? - You're supposed to be my paddle. I am. It wasn't the act of killing Hobbs that got you down, was it? Did you really
feel so bad because killing him felt so good? I liked killing Hobbs. Killing must feel
good to God too... he does it all the time. And are we not created in his image?
That depends who you ask. God's terrific. He dropped a church roof on 34 of his
worshippers last Wednesday night in Texas, while they sang a hymn. And did God
feel good about that? He felt powerful.
Morning. - Didn't hear you drive up. - Hybrid.- Great car for stalking. I'm
compelled to go cover myself. - I have brothers. - Well, I'll put a robe on just the
same. You want a cup of coffee? And more immediately, why are you here? Yes,
and Abigail Hobbs woke up. Well, you know how to bury the lead. You want me to
get you a cup of coffee? No. I want to get my coat. Let's have a cup of coffee.
I don't want to get in the middle of you and Jack, but if I can be helpful to you as
a buffer... I... I like you as a buffer. I also like the fact that you rattle Jack. He
respects you far too much to yell at you, no matter how much he wants to. And I
take advantage of that. Abigail Hobbs doesn't have anyone. You can't be her
everyone. When I said what I was going to say in my head, it sounded really
insulting, so I'm going to find Say it the insulting way. Dogs keep a promise a
person can't. I'm not collecting another stray.
- Your music? - If there isn't anything you like, I've got a stack of iTunes gift cards.
I... I've got a stack of gift cards. I don't... do well redeeming gift cards. Probably
says something about you. Probably does.
We have to create a safe place for her first or you won't get any answers. I
respect your sympathy for her, Dr. Bloom. I hope one day you'll appreciate my
lack of it. You really think Abigail Hobbs helped her father kill those girls? I think
it's a possibility that needs to be ruled out. If Abigail didn't help her father, maybe
she knows who did. I would suggest you can be practical without being a
murderer. I think she's hiding something. It may simply be her traum Yeah, it
could also be more She has a penchant for manipulation. Withheld information to
gain information. She demonstrated only enough emotion - to prove she had
them. - You beginning to appreciate my lack of sympathy?
This copycat is... an avid reader of Freddie Lounds and tattlecrime.Com He had
intimate knowledge of Garrett Jacob Hobbs's murders, motives, patterns...
enough to recreate them and, arguably, elevate them to art. How intimately did
he know Garrett Jacob Hobbs? Did he appreciate him from afar or did he engage
him? Did he ingratiate himself into Hobbs's life? Did Hobbs know his copycat as
he was known? he received an untraceable call. I believe the as-yet unidentified
caller was our copycat killer.
I want to tell the truth. Your truth. Sometimes that involves some deception, but
know this: I will never lie to you. Sounds like something a liar would say. If you tell
me what you know, I can help you fill in the blanks. How about you tell me what
you know. He was very sick. Does that mean I'm sick too? You'll be fighting that
perception. Perception is the most important thing - in your life right now. - I don't
care what anybody thinks. You'd better start caring, Abigail. What you remember,
what you tell everyone is going to define the rest of your life. Let me help you.

There was plenty wrong with your father, Abigail, but there's nothing wrong with
you. You say he was loving. I believe it. That's what you brought out in him. It's
not all I brought out in him. I'm worried about nightmares. We'll help you with the
nightmares. There's no such thing as getting used to what you experienced. It
bothers me a lot. I worry about nightmares too. So killing somebody, even if you
have to do it, it feels that bad? It's the ugliest thing in the world. You help Abigail
see me as more than her father's killer and I help you with online ad sales? I can
undo what I said. I can also make it a lot worse. Miss Lounds... It's not very smart
to piss off a guy who thinks about killing people for a living. You know what else
isn't very smart? You were there with him. And you let those words come out of
his mouth. I trust Will to speak for himself. Evidently you shouldn't. But there is a
scenario where revisiting the trauma event could help Abigail heal and actually
prevent denial. Then we have a difference of opinion. Therefore, I am going to
choose the opinion that best serves my agenda.
Well, do you think that Abigail Hobbs knew Nicholas or Cassie Boyle? You don't
think she knew them... or don't wanna think that she knew them? She said she
didn't know them. Dr. Bloom says that Abigail has a penchant for, uh,
manipulation. Is she manipulating you, Will? Agent Crawford. Look, he said he
was wrong about the copycat killer. I want to know what else he's wrong about.
Abigail? She'll be all right. Abigail? Show me what happened. He was gonna kill
me. This isn't self-defense, Abigail. You butchered him. I didn't... They will see
what you did and they'll see you as an accessory to the crimes of your father. I
wasn't. I can help you, if you ask me to. At great risk to my career and my life.
You have a choice. You can tell them you were defending yourself when you
gutted this man... Or we can hide the body. No I don't remember anything. Maybe
a blur out of the corner of my eye and... and then a big fat cut to black. Well,
Nicholas Boyle attacked Abigail, you. Struck Dr. Lecter in the back of the head. Well, where's Abigail? - Lecter took her back to the hotel. She scratched Nicholas
Boyle on his way out the back door. The blood on her hands matches the tissue
that we pulled from Marissa Schurr's mouth. And then what, he... he got away?
We'll catch him one way or another. (previously a rock hit his head, Lecter hid it,
and took it later, killed the girl, placesd his tissue in her mouth, anticipated or
created his appearance, Abigail killed him, the psychiatric lady went it, Lecter
smashed her head on the wall, and made Abigal an apprentice)
Hello, Abigail. - How did you know it was me? - Hospital called. You climbed over
the wall. Where else were you to go? Home's no longer an option. Come down
from there. I don't want to go to sleep. You can't anticipate your dreams. Can't
block them, can't repress. I didn't honor any part of him so it's just murder, isn't
it? Most would argue self-defense. Then why not tell the truth? Most would argue.
There would still be those who would say you were taking after your father. You're
glad I killed him. What would be the alternative? - That he killed you? - I don't
know if he was going to. No, you don't. You're the one who called the house. You
talked to my dad before... what did you say to him? A simple conversation,
ascertaining if he was home for an interview. Then why not tell the truth? I think
you called the house as a serial killer. Just like my dad. I'm nothing like your dad. I
made a mistake. Something easily misconstrued. Not unlike yourself. I'll keep
your secret. And I'll keep yours. No more climbing walls, Abigail.

Sorry. Can't really talk about this in group. You don't have that luxury Abigail. I
just have to get used to lying. You only have to lie about one thing. And when
you're with me you don't have to lie about anything. In the dream I wonder how I
could live with myself. Knowing what I did. And when you're awake? When I'm
awake I know I can live with myself. And I'll just get used to what I did. - Does that
make me a sociopath? - No. It makes you a survivor.
- You want me to do drugs? - I want you to do this drug. With my supervision it's
quite safe. Do you trust me? (drops the tea) Doctor Bloom said this was ok. Not
at all, we often have a difference of opinion. - More secrets for us. - Well. Infusing
Psilosybin into the bloodstream before psychotherapy can illicit a positive even
spiritual experience for patients. Psychological trauma is an affliction of the
powerless. I want to give you your power back. I don't feel so good. That feeling
will pass. Allow it to wash over you, through you. Let me be your guide.
And Alana... you were right. Often am. You have to be more specific.
You have a history of sleepwalking, Mr. Graham? I'm not even sure if I'm awake
now.
Although I may be, is it safe to assume you're not sleepwalking now? I'm sorry it's
so early. Never apologize for coming to me. Office hours are for patients. My
kitchen is always open to friends.
Sleepwalkers demonstrate a difficulty handling aggression. Are you experiencing
You said Jack sees me as fine china used for special guests. I'm beginning to feel
more like an old mug. You entered into a devil's bargain with Jack Crawford. It
takes a toll. Jack isn't the devil. When it comes to how far he's willing to push you
to get what he wants, he's certainly no Saint.
I have no taste for animal cruelty, which is why I employ an ethical butcher. An
ethical butcher? Be kind to animals and then eat them? I'm afraid I insist on it. No
need for unnecessary suffering. Human emotions are a gift from our animal
ancestors. Cruelty is a gift humanity has given itself. The gift that keeps on
giving.
You're satisfied, then? Enough to keep seeing him. Your intention is not to tell
Jack. I don't see what good it would do. Jack sees the world at its worst. Don't
need him seeing me at mine. He already has too much to worry about. He has
room for one more worry. I feel like you're protecting him. I am. I've had dinner
You have a professional relationship with my husband. There's no conflict of
interest, me being here? It's unorthodox, Given the nature of your problem,
seeing someone who knows Jack removes some of the guesswork.
So, do you wait until you think I'm asleep before you come to bed? It's not
intentional. I'm working late. Nothing personal. So can we have a conversation, or
do you want to pretend that everything's alright? Everything is alright. So no
conversation. I'm a bit overwhelmed at the moment. I've got some things I have
to sort through. It's, uh, outside your jurisdiction, Jack. You know something.. I'm
very good at sorting things out, and at the very least I can underwhelm you while
you're being overwhelmed. You've never been able to underwhelm me. Is there
anything I can offer you romantically or physically or spiritually that'll help? Nope.
So as your husband, what I can do for you is, um, leave you alone and not ask
you any questions. You can ask me anything you want to. I won't insult you by

asking if there's someone else. Thank you. You'll sort out whatever it is you have
to sort out, we'll get back to being us. I love you, Bella.
- I don't know. Ask him. - I'm asking you. You're the head of the behavioral
science unit, Jack. Why don't you come up with your own answers if you don't like
mine? I did not hear that! Did I? Um... No, you didn't. I'm sorry.
I've never heard anybody talk to Jack the way you talked to Jack. - I was out of
line. - You were out of your mind. My ears rang like the first time I heard my mom
use the f-word. I know it's a stupid question considering that none of us could
possibly be ok doing what we do, but... are you ok? Do I seem different You're a
little different, but you've always been a little different. Brilliant strategy... that
way no one ever knows if something's up with you. How would I know if
something was up with you? You wouldn't. But I would tell you if you asked me.
Return the favor?
But you hold Jack accountable for his inability to cure cancer. Should I have said
his inability to save you? Would that be more accurate? I am slowly shrinking,
while this tiny thing grows larger every day. And yet I feel fine. You will feel fine...
up until the precise moment you don't. It's a... really very dull story, though, isn't
it? The ending is always the same, and that same is that it ends. So, you
withdraw from your relationship with your husband, the man who strolled along
the quays of Livorno, Italy, and called you Bella.
He hopes to feel his way cautiously inside and then find it's endless, all around
him. He's gonna be disappointed. You accept the impossibility of such a feeling,
whereas the angel maker is still chasing it. If he got close to it, that's why he will
look for it again. I've tried to reconstruct this thinking, find his patterns. Instead
you find yourself in a behavior pattern you can't break. You realize you have a
choice. What is it? Angel Maker will be destroyed by what's happening inside his
head; You don't have to be. Did you just smell me? Difficult to avoid. I really must
introduce you to a finer aftershave. That smells like something with a ship on the
bottle. Well, I keep getting it for Christmas.
You wanna go back to your lecture hall? Read about this stuff on tattlecrime.com?
No, I don't. But that may be what I have to do. This is bad for me. I'm not your
father, will. I'm not gonna tell you what you ought to do. Seems like that's exactly
what you're gonna do. You go back to your classroom. When there's killing going
on that you could've prevented, it will sour your classroom forever. Maybe. And
then maybe I'll find a job as a diesel mechanic in a boatyard. You wanna quit?
Quit.
I don't think I want to do chemotherapy. Well, do I have any say - in this? - No. No,
you don't. Do you want to be alone? I don't want you to answer that. Just think
about your answer. I want you to know that I don't want you to be alone, not now
and not ever. We'll beat this together? No, it's your fight, baby, but I'm in your
corner. I'm not going anywhere.
What do you want, will I'm gonna sit here until you're ready to talk. You don't
have to say a word until you're ready, but... I'm not going anywhere until you do.
I always feel a little nervous going into these places. Why's that? - Afraid they
won't let me out. - Don't worry. I won't leave you here. Yeah, not today.

You don't think I have a right to know what's happening with my wife? You have
every right to know what's happening, but not from me. Well, I'm not just gonna
stand outside my marriage and watch this happen. If that's what she wants, too
bad. She married the wrong guy for that. I'll offer one insight. She doesn't think
she married the wrong guy. I look at her side of the bed and I think, "is she
gonna die there?" I can't stop thinking about it, you understand? I can't stop.
You're dreading the loss of your wife. And I'm thinking about other losses too.
What other losses are you dreading? Jack, you can't save her She won't let you.
The cancer won't let you. Who else couldn't you save?
- Nothing.
- Look again. I did my agains. And my again and again and agains. I can't find any
electronic trace of any call made to your home at 2:46am. Whoever made that
call could have made it from that little box outside your house or a junction in
your neighborhood. You haven't heard her voice in two years, Jack. You gonna
continue to question me on this, Z? If so, maybe I should ask you to leave the
room while it's still safe for you to be here.
What you're proposing in your report breaks confidentiality laws. You know that.
of what you're learning here. If The Chesapeake Ripper is a surgeon, we should
check medical records for all of the known victims. I knew we couldn't get a
warrant if we didn't have something substantial. It's one thing for a trainee to go
poking around in private medical records without a warrant; Better for a trainee
to ask for forgiveness than an FBI agent to ask for permission? In my experience.
Then I hope you forgive me for skipping class today. <i>If someone were
using</i> <i>manipulative methods</i> to subvert your sense of control, you
may not realize it until those methods are pointed out to you. Which may be a
manipulative method in itself.
- I see three possibilities. - Mm-hmm. Gideon is The Chesapeake Ripper, or he just
thinks he is, or he knows he isn't. He is, he knows he is, so do I. Did you discuss
the Chesapeake Ripper's crimes with Dr. Gideon before he murdered the night
nurse? Mmhmm. When I began to suspect what he was. Fearing he might be
exposed may have, uh, spurred him into action Is it possible you inadvertently
planted the suggestion in Gideon's mind that he was The Ripper? You're not
suggesting coercive persuasion. No, I said inadvertently. Psychic driving is
unethical. But reasonable in certain circumstances. What circumstances? It may
have been useful trying to remind Gideon he's the Chesapeake Ripper - Mmhmm. - If he repressed those memories. But he seems to have come to that
awareness all by himself. Dr. Bloom, if he has been unethically manipulated
somehow, I need to know. I would love your insight.
What would be the benefit of making you believe your trainee was alive? Hope.
The Ripper wanted to cloud my vision with hope. It can sometimes be brave to
allow yourself hope. Not the false kind. Don't give up hope for your wife. Not yet.
She's lost hope, which means you can't. I don't have any control over that. Take
control. I'm sorry about your wife, Jack. I truly am. I believe the world is a better
place with her in it. I am sorry about your trainee. Whatever The Ripper was
doing, it worked. I mean, I thought she was alive. For a moment, anyway. I
actually let myself believe something that I knew was impossible. Talk to me
about her What was her name?

It's been too long since you've properly cooked for us, Hannibal. Come over and I
will cook for you. I said properly. Means dinner and the show. Have you seen him
cook? It's an entire performance. He used to throw such exquisite dinner parties.
You heard me. Used to. And I will again, once inspiration strikes. I cannot force a
feast. A feast must present itself. It's a dinner party, - not a unicorn. - Oh, but the
feast is life. You put the life in your belly and you live. I believe this young man is
trying to get your attention. How do you two know each other? There should
remain some mystery to my life outside the opera. - Did you enjoy the
performance? - I did. I loved it. Every minute. His eyes kept wandering. More
interested in you than what was happening on stage. Oh, don't say too much. You
must leave something for us to discuss next week. Franklyn, good to see you. You too. - Tobias. Who's hungry?
We got 22 signature components all attributable - to the same killer. - Twenty two
possible - signature components. - It's the Ripper. - Are you sure? - More or less.
The Ripper left his last victim in a church pew using his tongue as a page marker
in the Bible he was holding. This isn't that. This is a medical student or a trainee
or someone trying to make an extra buck in a back-alley surgery, and it went bad
I'm honest. Not perfectly. As honest as anyone. Not really. I have conversations
with a version of youand hope that the actual you gets what he needs. A version
of me? Naturally, I respect its meticulous construction, but you are wearing a
very well-tailored "person suit". Do you refer to me as "person suit" A patient who
wears a person suit. Maybe it's less of a person suit and more of a human veil.
That must be lonely. I have friends. And the opportunities for friends. You and I
are friendly. You are my patient and my colleague, not my friend. At the end of
your hour, you will be drinking it on the other side of the veil. Why do you
bother? I see enough of you to see the truth of you. And I like you. Red or white?
- Crawford's trainee. - Yeah. Very sad. You had me examining PhD candidates that
week. And I'm grateful you were examining PhD students and not the Ripper. You
realize those candidates thought we were having an affair. Why didn't we? You
were already having an affair. What? Have affairs? Flirtatiously change the
subject. You have that pathology in common. Or we just have you in common. I
recall even before I met Will, you never spoke about him. Probably because I just
want everybody to leave him alone.
Before we begin, you must all be warned: nothing here... is vegetarian. Bon
apptit.
If I do, do I have to report it? Do you have a reason not to? What if I'm wrong?
What if you're right? I'm always wrong. I don't know. Why would he say
something like that to me? Why do you think? 'Cause he knows I'd tell you.
- Nice to see you again. - Is it Tobias? Your strings are all gut. I prefer gut. Harps
strung with gut still make music after 2,000 years. I didn't - hear you ring the bell.
- I didn't want you to stop playing. - Was it an original composition? - Something
I've been writing. - You compose? - I discover Can't impose traditional
composition on an instrument that's inherently free form. What instrument would
that be? The Theremin. It can generate any pitch throughout its range... Even
those between conventional notes. And so can a violin, or a trombone. It seems
we are both comfortable playing between conventional notes. I hear the
symphony's looking for a new trombonist. Altogether horrible what happened.

Not altogether It's an unfortunate way to leave the symphony, yes, but I can't
help thinking the orchestra will be better -for it. - At least the brass section. What
brings you here looking for gut? My harpsichord needs new strings. It's making an
awful noise. Perhaps you could help.
More wine? A late harvest Vidal from Linden. Oh, Virginia. I thought it was French.
The Virginia wine revolution is upon us. I apologize for being so blunt, Tobias, but
I have to ask. Did you kill that trombonist? Do you really have to ask No. Just
changing the subject. Franklyn gave you my message. The murder is being
investigated by the FBI. They're going to find you. Let them. You want to get
caught I want them to try. They may investigate me because I own a string shop.
They'll send men to investigate, and I'll kill them. Then I'll find Franklyn and kill
him. Then I would disappear. - Don't kill Franklyn. - I've been looking forward to it.
Actually... - I was going to kill you. - Of course you were. I'm lean. Lean animals
yield the toughest gut. What stopped you from wanting to kill me? Or have you
stopped? I stopped after I followed you one night. Out of town. To a lonely road.
To a bus yard. You're reckless, Tobias. I'm not going to tell anyone what I saw you
do and do well. So my recklessness doesn't concern you. It concerns me because
you won't be drawing attention just to yourself. I could use a friend. Someone
who can understand me. Who thinks like I do and can see the world and the
people in it the way I do. I know exactly how you feel. But I don't want to be your
friend. Then why did you invite me here for dinner? Wasn't just to restring your
harpsichord. I was going to kill you. I didn't poison you, Tobias. I wouldn't do that
to the food. Expecting someone? No.
An urgent call of some sort. He had to leave suddenly. This benefits you, because
I have dessert for two Tell me, what was Alana's reaction She said she wouldn't
be good for me, and I wouldn't be good for her. I don't disagree. She would feel
an obligation to her field of study to observe you, and you would resent her for it
- I know. - Wondering then why you kissed her, and felt compelled to drive an
hour in the snow to tell me about it. Well, I wanted to kiss her since I met her.
She's very kissable. You waited a long time, which suggests you were kissing her
for a reason, in addition to wanting to. I heard an animal trapped in my chimney.
Um... Broke through the wall to get it out. Didn't find anything inside. Alana
showed up, she looked at me... I... maybe her face changed. I don't know. But,
um, she knew. What did she know, Will? There was no animal in the chimney. It
was only in my head. I sleepwalk. I am hearing things. I feel unstable. That's why
you kissed her. A clutch for balance. You said yourself what you do is not good for
you. Well, unfortunately, I am good for it.
I find it reassuring. It's nice when someone sees us, Hannibal. Or has the ability to
see us. It requires trust. Trust is difficult for you. You've helped me to better
understand what I want in a friendship, and what I don't. Someone worthy of your
friendship. - Yes. - You spend a lot of time building walls, Hannibal. It's natural to
want to see if someone is clever enough to climb over them.
Well, Jack Crawford gave you a chance to quit, and you didn't take it. Why? Um...
I save lives. - And that feels good. - Generally speaking, yeah. What about your
life? I'm your friend, Will. I don't care about the lives you save; I care about your
life, and your life is separating from reality. I've been sleepwalking. I'm
experiencing hallucinations. - Maybe I should get a brain scan. - Will. Stop looking
in the wrong corner for an answer to this. You were at the crime scene when you
disassociated. Tell me about it. It was a totem pole of bodies In some cultures,

crimes and guilt are made manifest so that everyone can see them and see their
shame. No, this isn't shame; this is celebration. He's marking his achievements.
And faced with this killer's achievements, your mind needed to escape, and you
lost time. Yes. I'm worried about you, Will. You empathize so completely with the
killers Jack Crawford has your mind wrapped around that you lose yourself to
them. What if you lose time and hurt yourself? Or someone else? I don't want you
to wake up and see a totem of your own making.
You are important, Abigail. Just because you killed my dad doesn't mean you get
to be him. Abigail, we've been through a traumatic event, and no one more
traumatized than you, Abigail, but we went through it together. What you write,
you write about all of us. I don't need your permission. And you don't need our
approval, but I hope it would mean something. I know what people think I did.
They're wrong. Why can't I tell everybody that they're wrong? You have nothing
to apologize for. Yet. But if you open this door, Abigai you won't control what
comes through. Are you ready for that?
I want to go on record as saying that this is a very bad idea. Hannibal? Jack has
the look of a man with no interest in any opinion but his own. I want you to
observe on this, Alana. If you're putting Abigail in a room with the body, I want to
be there.
- Your father taught you. - Jack, I won't be party to this. Then you can leave.
You're here by invitation, by courtesy, Dr. Bloom. Please don't interrupt me again.
You think I did this? Where do you go when you escape from the hospital, Abigail?
sometimes just out. I go get away from... this, to be alone where I can... think...
breathe. Did you ever meet with Nicholas Boyle on one of your little getaways
from the hospital? And you know nothing about his death? I know he tried to kill
me. And when he was trying to kill me, all I could think was that I was gonna die
in that house after all. But I didn't. I survived. Dr. Bloom and... Dr. Lecter saved
my life. They saved me from him. And you haven't seen him since? Only in my
nightmares. - You believe her? - I think Abigail Hobbs is damaged. There is
something she's using every ounce of that strength to keep buried, but it's not
the murder of Nicholas Boyle, Jack! - What makes you so sure? - Because any
reservations I have about Abigail don't extend to Hannibal! He has no reason to
lie about any of this!
I can't control what comes through it, but this time I could control when. I'm not
afraid of them finding Nicholas Boyle anymore He's been found. You betrayed my
trust. You jeopardized my life as well as your own. I deserve more than that. I
need to trust you, Abigail. What if I can't?
I helped her dispose of the body. Evidently... not well enough. Have you told Jack
Crawford? No. Why not? Because I was hoping it wasn't true. Well... now you
know the truth. Do I? Everything you know about that night is true, except the
end. Nicholas Boyle attacked us. Abigail's only crime was to defend herself, - and
I lied about it. - Why? You know why. Because Jack Crawford would hang her for
what her father's done, and the world would burn Abigail in his place. That would
be the story. That would be what Freddie Lounds writes. Abigail is no more a killer
than you are for shooting her father, or I am for the death of Tobias Budge. - It
isn't our place to decide. - If not ours, then whose? Who knows Abigail better than
you and I? Or the burden she bears? We are her fathers now. We have to serve
her better than Garret Jacob Hobbs. If you go to Jack, then you murder Abigail's

future. Do I need to call my lawyer, Will? We can tell no one. What we are doing
here is the right thing. In time, this will be the only story any of us cares to tell.
Research always delivers benefits. If it contradicts a good story, hell, publish it
anyway. Are you still angry I called you insane? The libel laws are clear, Mr.
Graham. Insinuation is such a grey area Insane isn't really black or white, is it?
We're all pathological in our own ways. You choose the version of the truth that
suits you best and pursue it pathologically. Everybody decides their own versions
of the truth. I'm here because I want to tell Abigail's version of the truth. See that
you do.
What am I gonna do? He will keep our secret. - You don't know that. - He will keep
it because otherwise the one good thing in his life is tainted. And he will lie to
Jack Crawford about you just as he has lied to himself. You're free, Abigail. No one
will know what you did. And no one will know the truth you're trying to avoid. The
one you cannot admit even to yourself.
I couldn't say no to him. I knew... I knew it was them or me. I wondered when you
would tell me. I'm a monster. No. I know what monsters are. You're a victim. And
Will and I... we're going to protect you
You're grieving, Will. Not for the life you have taken, but for the life that was
taken from you. If Abigail could have started over, left the horror of her father
behind, so could have you. You could untangle yourself from the madness and the
murder. We lied for her. We both know the unreality of taking a life. The people
who die when we have no other choice, we know in those moments they are not
flesh, but light, and air, and color. Isn't that what it is to be alive? Do you feel
alive, Will? I... I feel like I'm fading.
Symptoms began slowly and gradually worsened. And yesterday, I asked him to
draw a clock. This is what he drew. Oh. Spatial neglect. Headaches,
disorientation, hallucinations, altered consciousness. It's all the telltale signs. Hm.
It is so rare to be able to study the psychological effect of this type of malady on
a person's mind. It's more rare still to be able to study the neurological effects. A
doctor has to weigh the ultimate benefit of scientific study. Even in these times,
we know so little about the brain. There are great discoveries to be made.
Will is an innocent. Yes. He is. I mean, Will is genuine. He'll survive anything I
could put him through. He will always fight his way back to himself. Not always.
So far. He saw a neurologist today. They found nothing wrong with him. He was
very upset by that. You're saying he wanted something to be wrong? I think he
wanted an answer that wasn't mental illness. You hink he's mentally ill. The
problem Will has is too many mirror neurons. Our heads are filled with them
when we are children... supposed to help us socialize and then melt away. But
Will held on to his, which makes knowing who he is a challenge. When you take
him to a crime scene, Jack, the very air has screams smeared on it. In those
places, he doesn't just reflect; He absorbs.
- Do you want me to quit? - No. No, you had an opportunity to quit. You didn't
take it. Why not? Let me tell you what I think. I think that the work you do here
has created a sense of stability for you. Stability is good for you, Will. Stability
requires strong foundations, Jack. My moorings are built on sand. I'm not sand. I
am bedrock. When you doubt yourself, you don't have to doubt me too.

But is the pig, once fattened and slaughtered and air-cured, really superior to any
other pig? Or is it simply a matter of reputation preceding product? It's irrelevant.
If the meat-eater thinks it's superior, then belief determines value. - A case of
psychology overriding neurology.
Will has a remarkably vivid imagination. Beautiful. Pure empathy. Nothing he
can't understand, and that terrifies him. Imagination is an interesting accelerant
for a fever. So... how far does this go? Do you put out the fire, or do you let him
burn? Will is my friend. We will put out the fire when it's necessary. He has asked
for more tests. Now that we have confirmed what it is, it'll be easier to hide from
him.
I'm more concerned about Will. I thought you'd be more concerned about your
colleague, Dr. Sutcliffe. I am grieving Dr. Sutcliffe, but Will is very much alive.
He's still desperate for an explanation that can make everything right again. I'm,
uh, pretty desperate for some explanations myself. I really want to talk to this
young woman when she comes to. How much do you think she'll remember?
Well, I sincerely hope, for her sake, she doesn't remember much.

Someone who already doubts their own identity can be more susceptible to
manipulation. Dr. Gideon is a psychopath. Psychopaths are narcissists. They
rarely doubt who they are. I tried to appeal= to his narcissism. By convincing him
he was the Chesapeake Ripper. If only I had been more curious about the
common mind. I have no interest in understanding sheep; only eating them. It
feels like a last supper. You're not the only psychiatrist accused by a patient of
making them kill. Poke around a psychopath's mind, bound to get poked back.
What would you do in my position? Deny everything. I thought psychic driving
would have been more effective in breaking down his personality. Psychic driving
fails because its methods are too obvious. You were trying too hard, Frederick. If
force is used, the subject will only surrender temporarily. Once a patient is
exposed to the method of manipulation, it becomes much less effective. When
Dr. Gideon began - to suspect he was being pushed... - He pushed back. The
subject mustn't be aware of any influence.
You married? You married? You're married. How long you married? That long?
Regarding divorce... not that you're getting one; just I can see the clock in your
eyes... Word of advice: it's easier just to kill 'em. Kill 'em, kill everyone at the
table. Less paperwork. Worked for me. I'm doing ok. Your wife is probably
fantastic. My wife? Horrible. So maybe I'm not supposed to be in a relationship.
There's people like that. How do you keep those whites so clean? That's... always
amazes me.
I suppose this is my fault too? You did dodge a bullet. Gideon's escape foregoes a
trial and a very public humiliation for you. And now you are hosting a private one.
Next you'll be accusing me - of arranging his escape. - If we're tossing around the
blame, Dr. Bloom, you're due your fair share. You planted the idea that I was
unethically manipulating Gideo Well, according to Gideon, you were. - After you
told him I was. - You thought I was manipulating him? He was manipulating you. You were pushing him. - He gave me informed consent to treat him, said that he
was grateful for my help - in understanding who he is. - What did you help him -understand? He was not insane. when he killed his wife; killing her drove him

insane. I did not convince him that he was a serial killer; I just reminded him of
the fact.
You might be working out the emergency exits, or at least considering them. Let
me just tell you there are three. They're all terribly locked down. Now, this
relationship between you and me, this can do us both some good. I could write a
big story on you, anything you want to say. Aren't you the Chesapeake Ripper?
Miss Lounds, I might be slightly fuzzy in this area, but there's no need to
patronize me. I'm sorry. It's like remembering something from your childhood,
and you're not sure if it's your memory or a friend's memory, and then you
realize sadly it's just some photo in an old book. You're waiting for the
Chesapeake Ripper to come back here. Let's hope he gets the invitation. There's
one thing we know about your writing: he is an avid fan.
What's different about Carson? Why amputate his arm? Did Freddie write
anything about this? Not that I know of, no. Abel Gideon didn't kill this man; the
Chesapeake Ripper did. You said the Chesapeake Ripper would want to kill
Gideon for taking credit for his work. Gideon isn't alone anymore, and the Ripper
isn't going to risk exposure, so, no, he's... he's, um... He's telling us where to
catch him. Actually, he's telling you. Me? Where's the last place you saw a
severed arm, Jack?
He's had a mild seizure. That doesn't seem to bother you. I said it was mild. Are
you the man who claimed to be the Chesapeake Ripper? Why do you say
"claimed"? Because you're not. You know you're not, and you don't know much
more about who you are beyond that. Are you the Ripper? A terrible thing... to
have your identity taken from you. Well, I'm taking it back, one piece at a time.
You should see the pieces I got out of my psychiatrist. Alana Bloom was one of
your psychiatrists too. Is that right? Yes. Dr. Bloom. I can tell you where to find
her.
Repeat after me. My name is Will Graham. Raise both of your arms. More. Good.
Although you may not feel like it, I need you to smile. Good. It wasn't a stroke.
You may have had a seizure. Tell me the last thing you remember. You have a
fever.You were hallucinating. You thought he was alive, - here in the room with
you. - I saw him. He's a delusion disguising reality. Don't let that let you slip away.
You killed Garret Jacob Hobbs once. You can find a way to kill him again. - Where
are you going? - Abel Gideon is still at large. He mutilated Dr. Chilton. They found
him clinging to life. I'm worried about Alana. - Alana. - No, no, no, no, no, no. Will.
You're in no state to go anywhere but the hospital. I'll call Jack and tell him where
you are. (previously left a gun, and his car keys, after putting on a coat, left them
on the table, go after her for dummies) .
I don't know if I will ever be myself again. I don't know if I've got any "self" left
over. I spent so long thinking I was him, it's gotten really hard to remember who I
was when I wasn't him. Who are you now? Now I'm you. We're both here, looking
at her, just those kind of people that shouldn't be in a relationship. You and I are
already committed. It's hard to be with another person when you... can't get out
of your own head. I want to get out. Yeah, well, we all want things that we can't
have. But if I kill her like he would kill her, then maybe I could understand him
better. I wonder if then you would finally understand what you've become.

Jack... I would recommend you suspend his license to carry firearms. You and I are
just gonna have to have a difference of opinion about who Will is, doctor. I know
who Will is. Will knows who he is. Yes. But our experiences shape us, Jack. How is
this experience going to shape Will?
Will Graham is troubled. And that troubles you? Beyond a professional concern
for a patient? I see his madness and I want to contain it, like an oil spill. Oil is
valuable. What value does Will Graham's madness have for you? You're
suggesting I'm more fascinated with the madness than the man? Are you? No. He
realized early on that he saw things differently than other people, felt things
differently. So did you. I see myself in Will. Do you see yourself in his madness?
Madness can be a medicine for the modern world. You take it in moderation, it's
beneficial. You overdose and it can have unfortunate side effects. Side effects can
be temporary. They can be a boost to our psychological immune systems to help
fight the existential crises of normal life. Will Graham does not present you with
problems from normal life. No. He doesn't. What does he present you with? The
opportunity for friendship. He is still your patient, Hannibal. Where Will Graham is
concerned, if you feel the impulse to step forward, you must force yourself to
take a step back. And just watch him lose his mind? Sometimes all we can do is
watch.
I understand. You're looking for an explanation, an explanation that makes all of
this ok. No! No, no, no. I don't. That is not what I want. Listen, something went
wrong, and we will never know what that is, but for all the doctors she saw, for all
of the help she received, she was fighting that wrong alone. There is nothing you
could do about that. All her adult life this woman was misunderstood, and what I
can do is make sure that her death isn't misunderstood. She didn't kill herself.
And this wasn't an accident. So, we dismantled the oxygen chamber... see if
anyone tampered with the wiring, or even like a short circuit. But nothing. So
what sparked the fire? Inconclusive, but... Not conclusively inconclusive. Found
this.
I'd like to talk with you about a patient of yours. Do you have a court order? Well
I'd rather not get one, if I don't have to. So it's not an official inquiry. Not yet. I'd
hate to damage anyone's reputation unnecessarily. Whose reputation would that
be? I suspect that Dr. Hannibal Lecter may be withholding pertinent information
involving a murder investigation. No, thank you. So... he hasn't confided in the
FBI. You are hoping he's confided in his psychiatrist and that I'll tell you. Yes,
ma'am. It's not that I think Dr. Lecter's dangerous. I don't. I am concerned about a
relationship he has with one of his patients, a man named Will Graham. Without
consent or a court order, I'd be in breach of confidentiality. That's correct. So, if
we can't discuss Dr. Lecter, perhaps we can discuss you. You were attacked by a
patient not too long ago. I read the report. I know that there was a statement
given by Dr. Lecter. The patient who attacked me was a former patient of Dr.
Lecter. And he was referred to you by Dr. Lecter? - Yes. - And this patient almost
killed you. He swallowed his tongue while he was attacking me. That's the only
thing that saved my life. Well, thank God for small favors. Yes, thank God. You
should know there was another attack recently in Dr. Lecter's office. It involved
another patient. Two dead, including the patient. That's not bad psychology,
Agent Crawford. Putting me in a position to have to defend - or not to defend Dr.
Lecter. - You have to admit he's had some pretty strange relationships with some
of his patients. Complicated patients are conducive to complicated relationships.

All right. How far do you think Dr. Lecter would go in his therapy to treat a
patient? Specifically, Will Graham. Hannibal refers to Will Graham more as a
friend than as a patient. How far do you think he would go to treat a friend? Well,
he doesn't have many of them, so I imagine he'd be loyal. I know that he's
concerned about Will Graham and I know that he wants to help him. Well, I
consider Will a friend, and I'd like to help him too. and I'd like to help him too. to
have more friends like Dr. Lecter.
Are you asking as my psychiatrist? I'm stepping out of my role as your
psychiatrist and I'm speaking to you now as your colleague. Whatever you're
doing with Will Graham, stop. Will needs my help. You've crossed professional
lines. By making a friend? You cannot function as an agent of friendship for a man
who is disconnected from the concept as a man who is disconnected from the
concept. I'm protecting Will from influence. He has flaws in his intuitive beliefs
about what makes him who he is. I'm trying to help him understand. You may not
be able to. I'm not comfortable telling Will that my very best attempts to help him
may fail and that my loyalty to him and his treatment could be compromised.
Then tell him something else. Agent Crawford also asked me about my attack. I
see. What did you tell him? Half truths. That a violent patient swallowed his
tongue while he was attacking me. I didn't tell him how or why or who was
responsible. You protect your patient from Jack Crawford, but I can't protect mine.
Not anymore. Even the very best Psychiatrists have an inherent limitation to their
professional abilities. You may find that difficult to accept. You're right. It is. You
have to maintain boundaries, Hannibal. When the pressures of my personal and
professional relationships with Will grow too great, I assure you... I'll find a way to
relieve them.
Nick Boyle was just a dumb kid who was really messed up because his sister was
murdered. He wasn't a killer. I've interviewed enough killers to know one when I
see one. What gives them away? A very specific brand of hostility. I see it every
time I look at Will Graham. He did kill my dad. As far as I'm concerned, he killed
Nick Boyle. He and Jack Crawford told everyone Nick was the copycat, and then
someone murdered him for it. he did it. Whoever killed Nicholas Boyle killed an
innocent man. How's the book coming? There's plot holes. Tell me how you're
filling them in. Did Abigail Hobbs kill Nick Boyle? Why do you say that? Abigail is
one of those very smart girls who hasn't quite figured out that very smart girls
grow up and know all the moves they're making when they're trying to hide
something.
- Has he acted on these thoughts? - Not that I'm aware of. Or he's aware of, for
that matter. But he has experienced periods of lost time. Yes, I've seen him
confused at crime scenes. I've seen him disoriented. He may have been confused
because he was waking up. Might not have known where he was or how he got
there. Waking up? From a dissociated personality state. He would appear
perfectly normal and not remember a thing. But a fractured part of him would.
And how long have you been aware of this? He's only recently started to discuss
these episodes. Well, unless recently means just before I walked into your office,
you failed to mention any of this to me. Because I was trying to determine if it
was trauma and stress from the work he's doing for you, or mental illness. I
thought it wise to be sure before making any kind of claim about Will Graham's
sanity.

Where is Will? I left him at the cabin. I didn't feel safe with him, so I left him. He
knows everything. So does Jack Crawford. If I run, they'll catch me, won't they?
You can't protect me anymore. They'll arrest you when they find you, yes. And
Will. Did he kill Marissa? They will believe he did. They will believe he killed
others too. Will always said whoever called the house that morning was the serial
killer. Why did you really call? I wanted to warn your father that Will Graham was
coming for him. Why? I was curious what would happen. I was curious what would
happen when I killed Marissa. I was curious what you would do. You wanted me to
kill Nick Boyle. I was hoping. I wanted to see how muchlike your father you were.
Oh, my God. Nicholas Boyle is more important for you gutting him. He changed
you, Abigail. That's more important than the life he clamored after. How many
people have you killed? Many more than your father. Are you going to kill me? I'm
so sorry, Abigail. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you in this life.
I find myself searching for ways that Abigail could still be alive. Grieving is an
individual process with a universal goal: the truest examination of the meaning of
life and the meaning of its end. I know what life means. We've existed for a
hundred thousand years. In that time, a hundred billion human lives have had
beginnings and ends. A hundred billion lives haven't impacted yours, but clearly
Abigail Hobbs' life has, and you seem surprised by that. I never considered
having a child. But after meeting Abigail, I understood the appeal. The
opportunity to guide and support, and in many ways, direct a life. You were
having influence on her? I was hoping I was. Young people are supposed to be the
lenses through which we see ourselves living beyond this life. I think of my
earliest memory and project forward to what I imagine will be my death. I never
think about living beyond that span of time. Except by reputation. Even after this
loss? More so after this loss. Will Graham is a loss, too. You might grieve him as a
loss. I haven't given up on Will. If they do find him guilty of killing Abigail Hobbs...
When. Let's be honest. I don't recommend you participate in any rehabilitation
effort. I was so confident in my ability to help him... To solve him. To save him.
Saving him, I lost Abigail. It's hard to accept that I could fail them both so
profoundly.
I can't confess to something I don't remember. The question is, how much more is
there that you don't remember? We found your fishing lures. Yeah, I should hope
so. They-they were on my desk right by the front door. We found human remains
amongst the materials that you made them from. The human remains of Cassie
Boyle, Marissa Schuur, I wasn't... I wasn't sick when Cassie Boyle was murdered. I
wasn't sick when Marissa Schuur was murdered. That's not an argument you
want to be making right now. Not with me. Because then, I'd be a psychopath. My
biggest fear is that we'll learn that you knew what you were doing the whole
time. Hey, you don't have to be afraid of that, Jack. There is something you
should be afraid of, though. - Yeah? What's that? - Whoever's doing this to me.
Someone's doing this to you? They'll be close to you. It could be someone here.
Working with you. So that's it? It's a setup? They know forensics. They know that
I'm unstable. Can you hear how paranoid you sound? Or it could just be you. Then
I'd be really screwed, wouldn't I?
Now how would you say he caught him? We were looking through the files and it
was as if Will plucked his name out of a hat, based on little more than an
incomplete address. Let me play the devil here for a moment, doctor. This clock
test, could Will fake something like this? Would he be able to do that? Yes.

They haven't found her body. Just the one piece. If you were in Garret Jacob
Hobbs' frame of mind when you killed her, they may never find her. Cause I
honored every part of her? Perhaps you didn't come here looking for a killer.
Perhaps you came here to find yourself. You killed a man in this very room. I
stared at Hobbs... and the space opposite me and the space opposite me filled
with dark and swarming flies. Then I scattered them. At a time when other men
fear their isolation, yours has become understandable to you. You are alone
because you are unique. I'm as alone as you are. If you followed the urges you
kept down for so long, cultivated them as the inspirations they are, you would
have become someone other than yourself. I know who I am. I'm not so sure I
know who you are anymore. But I am certain... one of us killed Abigail. Whoever
that was killed the others. Are you a killer, Will? You. Right now. This man
standing in front of me. Is this who you really are? I am who I've always been. The
scales have just fallen from my eyes. I can see you now. What do you see? You
said it felt good to kill Garret Jacob Hobbs. Would it feel good to kill me now? Oh,
Garret Jacob Hobbs was a murderer. Are you a murderer, Dr. Lecter? What reason
would I have? You, you have no traceable motive... Which is why you were so
hard to see. You were just... curious what I would do. Someone like me. Someone
who thinks how I think. Wind him up... and watch him go. And apparently, Dr.
Lecter... this is how I go.

----Will may be convicted of five murders while I am only maybe convicted of one.
Well, you're not on trial. I will be - in the halls of the FBI. And so will you. I mean,
according to Will Graham, this was all you. Will was your bloodhound. You can't
ignore where - he points. - I'm not ignoring it. You have to investigate me. It's in
my best interest, and yours. Yes, it is. But I also can't ignore the fact that my
bloodhound went mad before he pointed in your direction. We can't define Will
only by his maddest edges. We can't define Will at all.
I used to hear my thoughts inside my skull with the same, um... tone, timbre,
accent, as if the words were coming out of my mouth. - And now? - Now... ...my
inner voice sounds like you. I can't get you out of my head. Friendship can
sometimes involve a breach of individual separateness. You're not my friend. The,
uh, light from friendship won't reach us for a million years. That's how far away
from friendship we are. I imagine it's easier to believe I am responsible for those
murders than it is to accept that you are. Sure is. Your inner voice can provide a
method of taking control of your behavior, accepting responsibility for what
you've done. Giving your thoughts words encourages clarity. Oh, I have clarity.
About you. Our conversations, Will, were only ever about you opening your eyes
to the truth of who you are. What you did to me is in my head, and I will find it.
I'm going to remember, Dr. Lecter, and when I do, there will be a reckoning. I
have huge faith in you, Will. I always have.
I stood in Will's shoes, looked through his eyes, and I saw death... ...how I
imagined he would see it. Why would you be inviting the scrutiny of the FBI? I'm
being as open and honest as I know how. You maintain an air of
transparency... ...while putting me in the position to lie for you. Again. You're not

just lying for me. How far will this flirtation with the FBI go? It would seem Jack
Crawford is less suspicious of me than you are. Jack Crawford doesn't know what
you're capable of. Neither do you.
It's good to see you. Don't know how I feel about seeing you. I'll let you know
when I do. - Does Jack know you're here? - No, - but he shouldn't be surprised. I'm surprised. I'm...compartmentalizing.
Declaring Hannibal's guilt is more important to Will than establishing his own
defense. Hannibal's not guilty. Neither is Will. But he's clinging to the hope
Hannibal did this so he doesn't have to face what he did. Convince me he didn't
know what he was doing. I would really like to be convinced, Alana. A psychopath
wouldn't be so scared of the truth, Jack. Will's terrified, but that's not stopping
him from trying to find it. Somebody's gotta find the truth, eh, Winston? If Will
doesn't remember what he did... he'll never accept the truth.
You know, that man whose classroom I walked into months ago. I remember that
man. Memories are all I have. Imagine how nice it is to stumble on a new one. I
was almost certain Hannibal Lecter did this to me. And it's a funny thing, doubt. I
had nothing to prove to myself or... or anyone else that Hannibal was responsible
- not even a memory. You have something now? You've recovered a memory? Yes.
That's meaningless. Not to me. He did it so well. I... there... there wasn't an orgy
of evidence. There was just enough to convince you. There was just enough to
convince you. We went over every fiber of every stitch of clothing. We took his
DNA. We took his fingerprints. We found nothing. You let the fox into the
henhouse. You stood over Cassie Boyle's body in that field and you described
yourself to me. No, I described Hannibal Lecter. I can't hear this anymore. I... I am
not the intelligent psychopath you are looking for. Goodbye, Will. You may not
believe me now. You will.
-----

No. I am simply ending our patient-psychiatrist relationship. You tried to end it

before. I... am grateful for your persistence in engaging me after my attack.
However, in light of everything that has happened with Will Graham, I have
begun to question your actions - particularly, your past actions with regards to
me and my attack. Did you share these questions with Jack Crawford? No. And
nor will I. I would look just as guilty as you. But perhaps that is what you
intended. What exactly am I guilty of? Exactly, I cannot say. I've had to draw a
conclusion based on what I glimpsed through the stitching of the person suit that
you wear. And the conclusion that I've drawn... is that you are... dangerous. I'm
sorry you feel that way. Please don't come to my home again. I will see myself
out. I'm resuming Will Graham's therapy. To what end? Besides your own. He
asked for my help. Then maybe you deserve each other.
Excuse me. Doctor, join me over here.
A fascinating insight, Ms. Katz - as if Will Graham himself were here in the room.
Yes, it is. How's Will Graham? Shut your mouth. Is there a reason you didn't come
to me before you decided to go talk to him? - I figured you'd say no. - You figured
correctly. - But I knew you'd want to say yes. - You knew that? You put me in an
awkward position, Jack. I had to go because I knew you wouldn't. If you had gone

like you wanted, I wouldn't have had to. Why didn't you? Because Will Graham is
either delusional or a psychopath, neither of which I can trust. Fine, so don't trust
him; just listen to him. I'm listening. This is what I'm hearing: if he's delusional,
it's because I made him that way; if he's a psychopath, it's because everything in
my gut is wrong. You think he's innocent. I don't know what I think. I think he still
wants to save lives. That's what I think. I have bent the rules here in the name of
saving lives. I'm under the microscope. The Office of the Inspector General has
ordered a psych eval to determine my competency to sit in this chair Well, what
do you want me to do? If you don't want me to go back, I won't. We didn't have
this conversation. And... since we didn't have this conversation, I want you to go
and do whatever it is you believe it is your job to do. Do you know what your job
is? Yes, I do.
- You threatened me with a reckoning. - I did. I can't claim unconsciousness on
that one. You were searching for something in your head to incriminate me. I can
only assume you didn't find it. There's not much in there I recognize. Whatever
you remember, if you do remember, will be a distortion of reality, not the truth of
events. I'm realizing that.
Dr. Lecter has advised me against dwelling on anything morbid. I know you want
to stop these murder as much as I do. Reasons for stopping multiple murders do
readily occur to me, but, um... ...I'm going to need something in return. There are
things you don't have? I can talk to the chief of staff. - Chilton? - He's being very
cooperative. Of course he is. He loves when I have visitors. He's recording every
word. He's, uh, gossipy that way. What do you want, Will? I'm wondering if you
can get me the thing I really want. Try me. I want you to ignore all the evidence
against me. You're right. I can't get that. How many colors will this killer add to
his box of crayons? Say I ignore the evidence against you. What then? Strike it
from your mental record. Start over. If I'm guilty, you'll find more evidence; if I'm
not guilty, you'll maybe find that too. All right. I'll keep looking.

What did Dr. Lecter say? The eye looks beyond this world, into the next, and
sees a reflection of man himself. There was never supposed to be a reflection.
The killer's having an existential crisis after all. The question is... how did he find
his faith?
In the 19th century, it was wrongly believed that the last image seen by the eyes
of a dying person would be fixed on the retina. What would be the last image
fixed on this dying eye? I made you pliable. Molded you. Set and sealed you
where you lay. This is my design. A dead eye of... vision... and consciousness. I
am fixed and unseeing. Unless someone else sees me. One of these things is not
like the others. One of these things just doesn't belong. Who are you? Why are
you so different from everyone else? I didn't put you here. You... are not my
design. Killing must feel good to God too. He does it all the time, and are we not
created in His image? The killer is in the mural. - I mean, the man you're looking
for is sewn into his own mural - this man. Whoever sewed him in took a piece of
him. ou're not alone, you know?</i> <i>In</i> The Resurrection,Piero della
Francesca placed himself in the fresco. Nothing flattering - he depicted himself
as a simple guard asleep at his post. Your placement should be much more
meaningful. It's not finished. I'm finishing it for you. We'll finish it together. When
your great eye looked to the heavens, what did it see? Nothing. Not anymore.

There is no God. Certainly not with that attitude. God gave you purpose - Not only
to create art, but to become it. Why are you helping me? Your eye will now see
God reflected back. It will see you. If God is looking down at you, don't you want
to be looking back at Him?
The point of the trial isn't so much whether or not you did it; it's whether or not
you knew what you were doing when you did it. Sounds like I'm unemployed. Dr.
Bloom is hard at work on your unconsciousness defense. Ah, yes, yes, - the FBI
made me do it. - The FBI made you a murderer. Yes, that is Dr. Bloom's position.
As you can imagine, she's not popular. What's your position? Our point of view is
that you were already a murderer. The prosecution will paint a picture of you as
an intelligent psychopath. You conspired with your neurologist to cultivate an
illness that would ultimately be your alibi. And then I killed my neurologist to
broom the footprints behind me? That's what everyone in the courtroom will hear
when you take the stand, regardless of what you say. Well, what's to be done
about that? Let's discuss it. If you plead guilty, you'll spare us all a trial. And I
personally will see to it that you're comfortable here. I'm pleading innocent. You
very publicly lost your mind - some would argue theatrically. The prosecution
certainly will. All part of the performance; it's just not my performance you're
watching. You'll be found guilty and given the federal death penalty. I'm trying to
save your life. I guess I'll have to save my own life.

But I understand you better than I thought. I... wanted to meet you before I
withdraw. What are you withdrawing from? - Social ties. - Well, you're a
psychiatrist. Isn't our sense of self a consequence of social ties? They certainly
are in your case. It may be small comfort, but I am convinced Hannibal has done
what he honestly believes is best for you. No, that isn't small comfort; that would
be no comfort. The traumatized are unpredictable because we know we can
survive. You can survive this happening to you. Happening to me. Stay behind the
white line, ma'am! I believe you.
<i>And the conclusion</i> <i>that I've drawn...</i> <i>...is that you are</i>
<i>dangerous.</i> (((((((((((((((when he decieded to kill her in her house, she
was already gone, everything wrapped in sheets, and just a small perfume to
remind him, that she knew everything))))))))))))))
Rather than feel tormented by the work he did, Will Graham enjoyed the cover
his role at the FBI gave him - to commit his terrible crimes. - I don't believe that
to be true. Agent Crawford? Will hated every second of the work. He hated it. He
didn't fake that. He hated it and I kept making him do it. Why then is it that when
you offered him an opportunity to quit, he refused? (firmly): Because he was
saving lives. I had been warned by more than one person that if I pushed Will, I'd
break him. I put those checks and balances in place, then ignored them. And here
we are.
What does Jack Crawford drink? Whatever it is, I need to send him a very
expensive bottle. He said I'm a killer because he drove me insane. No, he paved
the road for your defense. Well, he didn't say I'm innocent. Innocence isn't a
verdict, Mr. Graham, but not guilty is. This isn't law; it's advertising. Advertising
trivializes; it, uh, manipulates; it's vulgar. Boo-hoo. So is the law. We have to
create desire to find you not guilty, which is nonexistent in this courtroom right

now. We're manipulating people into buying something they don't need. - Mr.
Brauer? - They don't want your innocence. Thank you. Unconsciousness in a
pretty package, that I can sell. If I take the moral high ground with you, I'll get
you killed. I think I opened your mail.
I've given my life... to death. And now death has followed you home... ...come to
live in your house. Bella has kept our bedroom from looking too much like a
sickroom. There are flowers, but not too many. You know. She insists that there
are no pills in sight. So, I've been thinking about taking her to Italy where we met.
We could... She could die there. Jack. You're not sick. You don't have to go into the
ground with her. When Bella's lost to you, the FBI could still be there. You're
telling me not to commit professional suicide? As a friend, I'm telling you not to
force an issue for the short-term emotional satisfaction it can have.
It was choreographed to drop the ear at the beginning of Will's trial. Such a gift
has great significance. - A gift from who? - Will claimed someone else committed
the crimes he's accused of. He said that person was you. Perhaps he was half
right. Oh, you've gotta be kidding me. It seems you have an admirer. You think
someone sent me an ear because they admire me? The boundaries of what's
considered normal are getting narrower. Outside those boundaries, this may be
intended as a helpful gesture.
Did you ever discuss - Will Graham with Abigail? - Abigail told me she believed
Will Graham wanted to kill her and cannibalize her like her father wanted to do.
She was right. I should've listened to her. Do you blame yourself for her death? I
blame Will Graham. Thank you. Your witness. Miss Lounds. Could you please...
remind me how many times you've been sued for libel? (quietly): Six. Sorry? - Six.
- Six. And how many times did you settle? Six. Six. Thank you. Nothing further.
The defense calls Dr. Alana Bloom. I believe Will's empathy disorder... ...combined
with the effects of viral encephalitis... Do we have to do this like this? I don't want
the first time you do this to be in court. Dr. Bloom, weren't you and the accused
romantically involved? How is this relevant to the case? It's relevant to your
testimony. In that court, your feelings, your emotions, your pro-everything-WillGraham will be on trial. You get all starey and non-blinky like that, it'll undermine
you and me, but mainly him. My testimony is based on my professional-- - You are
smitten with the accused, Miss Bloom, And it is adorable, but not our brand of
defense. And Ms. Vega will smell it on you like you stepped in Young Adult and
tracked it into the courtroom. Were you and Will Graham involved romantically? I
have no romantic feelings for Will Graham. I have a professional curiosity. I like
that. Professional curiosity. It seems so... heh, it seems so indifferent. Unless
you look like you're lying when you say it. But you didn't.
>This murder raises</i> <i>serious doubts abo - the case against Will Graham. Your team provided the evidence. - The overwhelming evidence. - So you
understand the significance - of my questioning it. - Agent Crawford, we all heard
your testimony. Are you sure you're not just trying to assuage - your own guilt? Yes, I'm sure. - I'm not. - Andrew Sykes was mutilated in the exact same manner
Will Graham allegedly mutilated his victims - ways that have not been made
public. - Will Graham isn't saying he didn't kill those people. His lawyer is running
an unconsciousness defense. In effect, he's admitting the acts, but just not the
responsibility. Will's maintained his innocence all along, in spite of memory gaps.

Whatever Mr. Brauer's strategy is, this will offer a new line of defense. That's for
Mr. Brauer to tell me, Agent Crawford, not you. Yes, Your Honor.
Occam's broom. You intentionally ignored facts that refute your argument hoping nobody'd notice. - You noticed. Mm-hmm. I wanted to dispel your doubts
once and for all. My doubts about what? Me. I want you to believe in the best of
me, just as I believe in the best of you. This crime offered us both reasonable
doubt. It offered us a distraction. Maybe this acolyte is giving you your path to
freedom. Even Jack is ready to believe, Will. It would be a lie. - I don't want you to
be here. - I don't want me to be here - either. - Then you have a choice. This killer
wrote you a poem. Are you going to let his love go to waste?
I'm confused. You're going to abandon your defense strategy, the entire case
you've built, mid-trial. Exciting, isn't it? And this seems reasonable to you? It's not
only reasonable; it's fashionable. There's a killer on the loose, demonstrating all
the hallmarks of Will Graham's - alleged murders. - Do you think this killer committed the crimes that you're accused of? - Don't answer that, not in front of
me. It's inconsequential. - But is it true? - You're being awfully high and mighty,
Dr. Bloom. Very ivory tower, very reductive. Very far from the point, which is the
exoneration of your friend - Will Graham. - And the point you're trying - to make is
reasonable doubt. - That's a win, yes. - The best you can hope for is mistrial. That's also a win. You won't be able to plead unconsciousness again. Your fast,
triumphant diagnosis of unconsciousness was the best play we had. Now we have
a better play. Needless to say, I won't be calling you to the witness stand. Who's
taking the stand in my place?
Good morning, Doctor. Please describe your relationship with Will Graham. I was
asked by Jack Crawford to monitor Will's emotional well-being while he worked on
cases. I was never officially his psychiatrist. If you weren't his psychiatrist, what
were you? I was meant to be his stability. - I failed him in that. - How did you fail
him? I was unable to determine if Will's condition was due to mental illness or
stress from his work at the FBI. My mistake was never considering his innocence
until the murder of a bailiff from this courthouse. And how did you know about
that, Dr. Lecter? I have been asked to consult on the case by Jack Crawford. He
wanted a profile of the bailiff's killer. So, you believe the bailiff's murder was
committed by the same person guilty of Will Graham's alleged crimes, yes?
Profiles aren't evidence; they're opinion. This is hearsay. I will allow it. Thank you,
Your Honor. I believe there are alarming similarities in the crimes, yes. Will
Graham accused you of the crimes for which he now stands trial, and yet here
you are, testifying on his behalf for the defense. Will rightfully couldn't accept
these actions to be his. A mind faced with the possibility of committing such
deeds will find an alternative reality to believe in. You don't blame him for that?
No. Will Graham is and will always be my friend.
Your witness. Dr. Lecter, what was the cause of death in the bailiff's murder? A
bullet to the heart. Mm. And in Will Graham's victims, or alleged victims, what
was their cause of death? Mutilation. That's very different from a bullet. No two
crimes of any killer are going to be exactly the same. The similarities-- - Your
Honor, the witness's personal beliefs and biases are driving his conclusions.
There are clearly two different killers and two different cases. Your Honor, there
are sufficient similarities to consider this a defense. I'm ruling this defense
inadmissible, Mr. Brauer. Thank you, Your Honor. All previous testimony on the
matter will be stricken from the record.

Who is he to you that makes you want to risk everything for him? A very cogent
reminder of the pitfalls of having faith in one's fellow man, thank you. Everyone
at one point or another has to leave somebody behind. You've got to cut him
loose. Otherwise, the someone being left behind, today or tomorrow... is gonna
be you.
I can't exactly blame your lawyer. Faith in any sort of legal justice has never been
any more comforting than a nightlight.

Don't say, Hannibal Lecter. I'm saying Hannibal Lecter. Didn't you stop
ringing that bell? I'm not asking you to believe anything you can't prove. I'm just
asking you to prove it. Hannibal Lecter has no reason That is exactly right.
He has no discernible reason other than his own amusement and curiosity. That's
hard to prove. There will be a very clever detail to find on James Gray. He
wouldn't be able to resist it. Probably something that was overlooked. Something
hidden. I'll look for clever details. But I'm not looking for Hannibal. Just as long as
you're looking. You look out there. I'll look in here.
I'll give you the same deal I gave Beverly Katz. I know you know what it is. You've
been recording our conversations. Or are we pretending you didn't What this
are you offering in exchange for my that? I'm quite the topic 00:05:45,850
--> 00:05:49,686 of conversation in psychiatric circles. Your personality disorders,
neurosesall forgeries. Even if that were true, I'd still be a psychopath Even if
that were true, I'd still be a psychopath of some interest. Mmh. Quite a
manipulative one at that. Poor, confused, wounded bird for Agent Crawford and
Doctors Lecter and Bloom. And for me, well, I get the psychopath's triumvirate:
charm, focus, and ruthlessness. The charm being debateable, of course. So,
either I'm a psychopath or I am delusional. Or I'm right about Hannibal Lecter.
Aren't you curiousOr I'm right about Hannibal Lecter. Aren't you curious Will you
allow me to test you? Test me? I'll take 'em all. You will be the first and last word
in the mind of Will Graham. God, you could dine out on that for years. What about
Dr. Lecter? Shouldn't you be my one and only psychiatrist, Dr. Chilton? Ideally.
Well then, as to your that for my this. Do not discuss me or my therapy with
Hannibal Lecter. Tell him that you've decided I am no longer any of his business. I
am now under your exclusive care.
He loves you, Bella. When you are gone, he will feel your silence like a draft. My
silence is inevitable. The war is over. The cancer is an occupying force. I want to
surrender. While I still have my dignity. You are considering ending your life?
Suicide seems like a valid solution to my problem. How does that make you feel?
Alive. How does it make you feel? I've always found the idea of death comforting.
The thought that my life could end at any moment frees me to fully appreciate
the beauty, and art, and horror of everything this world has to offer. A death
benefit? Upon taking his own life, Socrates offered a rooster to the god of healing,
Asclepius, to pay his debt. What debt might that be? To Socrates, death was not a
defeat... ...but a cure.
Is everything all right? I can explain. Shall we? Will is at a delicate point in his
therapy. I don't want to confuse him any more than he already is. Confuse him?
Isn't it your opinion he's an intelligent psychopath? It was, but my opinion is
evolving. After administering a narcoanalytic interview, therapeutically vital

information has come to light. What sort of information? What Will Graham
suffers from may not be a single condition, but a continuum of illnesses, all with
different neurological mechanisms. Some naturally occurring, others appear to
have been induced. Induced? Induced by whom? Did you ever use any kind of
light stimulation in your treatment? Light stimulation is a standard tool for
neurotherapy. Evidently, it was overloading his visual cortex. Creating seizures,
time loss, gaps in his memory. Almost strategically, it seems. You're suggesting it
was intentional? All our conversations about psychic driving. You were so curious
and eager to hear what I had to say while saying very little yourself. I had very
little to say. I have been thinking about the possibility that you may have been
psychic driving Will Graham all along. A bold accusation, Frederick. You are not
the only psychiatrist accused of making a patient kill. We have to stick together.
There was nothing you could do. And there will be a time when there is nothing
you can do. And I don't want you to remember me pleading with you to make the
pain go away. Oh, I'm not going to remember you that way. First of all, I'm going
to remember you walking along the quays of Italy in the sunshine with a trail of
signori behind you shouting bella, bella, bella. And I'm going to remember that
your hands... that they smelled of thyme when you came in from the garden. And
garlic and onions every time you left the kitchen. (laughing) I'm going to
remember you as beautiful as you are right now.
We talked about the Chesapeake Ripper. Then she went and found him.
Psychopaths can be indifferent to those sorts of setbacks. I know something of
the monster you are dealing with. He is a well-educated man. A socially
competent man. He has surgical experience or, at the very least, know-how. You
thought Abel Gideon was the Chesapeake Ripper. Evidently, I was wrong about
that. Gideon knows who the Ripper is. And I suppose you do, too. Wouldn't it
be interesting if we both said it was the same man? Yes, it would. It's a shame we
can't talk to Abel Gideon about the Chesapeake Ripper. Well, just think, Frederick,
you could be the one who catches him after all.
I remember that night at Dr. Lecter's. The night I brought you there. The night
you tried to kill me. Yes, how do you think I found you? He sent me to kill you,
Abel. Am I your evidence? Oh, you're in trouble, Mr. Graham. Why would you
protect him? You were quite happy to try and kill me yourself. You have it in
you, as they say. He is the Devil, Mr. Graham. He is smoke. You'll never catch
the Ripper He won't be caught. If you want him... ...you will have to kill him. Fair
enough.
You and I are both proponents of unorthodox treatments of the mind. Strategies
others might not choose to understand. What I'm trying to understand is why you
would transfer Abel Gideon back to your hospital for the unworried unwell. It was
not for selfish reasons. Ah, selfishness. The original sin of man, according to
Judeo- Christian morality. We are not talking about morality or ethics here, are
we, Dr. Lecter? But rather, concealing their absence. Gideon disemboweled you,
Frederick. Brave of you, or perhaps wise, to keep the evidence of your misdeeds
under your own roof. My misdeeds and yours. Neither of us controls our
stories well enough to get anything from exposing the other's misdeeds. Here's to
that. I brought Gideon back because... I thought he may be useful in Will
Graham's therapy. He shot Gideon, yet he has no memory of it. We know
memories, emotions, and even spiritual experiences can be manipulated while
under hypnotics. I'm trying to set Will on the path to rebuilding his broken brain,

picking up your pieces, as it were. You've analyzed my patient; perhaps you'll

allow me to analyze yours. I'd like to interview Abel Gideon.
You don't need to stand way over there. I'm a cutter, not a pisser. Hello, Dr.
Gideon. Our brains devote more space to reading the details of faces than any
other object. Dare I say, I've never seen yours before. I'm Dr. Hannibal Lecter. I
was Will Graham's psychiatrist. Well, he's not a very good advertisement for your
abilities, Dr. Lecter. That remains to be seen. Oh, I bet you're a devil at the bridge
table. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. The pleasure's mine. But
now I know your name, of course I am aware of you by reputation] and I see why
Chilton both reveres you and resents you.] Esteem in psychiatric circles still
eludes him, yet it clings to you like soap to a baby's eyes. He very much wants to
be you. He should be more careful what he wishes for. And you should have been
more careful with Will Graham. That young man has got a bone to pick. As a
therapist, I'm concerned with finding ways of overcoming resistance. Not building
it up. Well, you built up something, Dr. Lecter.
I am interviewing Will Graham. At his request. Imagine that. I'm trying. It's good
to see you again, Will. Let me rephrase that. It is good to see you in here. Where
you belong. Thank you for coming. Why am I here? I have an admirer. And
he seems to fit your demographic. My demographic is murderers and people
obsessed with murderers. I'm talking about the man who killed the bailiff and the
judge at my trial. Ah. And you think he's your admirer? He killed the bailiff to give
me an alibi. He killed the judge because he threw that alibi out. So is your
admirer crazy? I don't think anybody as careful as he is could be crazy. I think-I
think he's different. Maybe a lot of people believe him to be crazy, and the reason
for that is, he hasn't let people understand much about him. But you
understand him. Are you trying to catch him or contact him? I would like to
establish a line of communication. And your website seems like a good place to
do that. I could open it up for you. Ads, editorial, online chat rooms, monitoring
incoming mail. I could be discreet. In exchange for? Exclusive rights to your story.
It's all yours, Freddie. You want to talk to your admirer, we'll have to send an
invitation. <i>Graham believed this man</i><i>wanted to help,</i> <i>even
though his motives</i> <i>for that are unclear.</i> <i>He killed people in his
name,</i> <i>and he'd like to ask him why.</i>
Would you like a book, Mr. Graham? I have my imagination. I read your
TattleCrime interview. You're a very articulate man. I agreed with a lot of what
you said. You're right. People don't understand much about me. Or about you. But
at least we understand each other. There's something we don't have. Or maybe
we just evolved not to need. You were hiding in the FBI. That's talent. If you
hadn't gotten sick, they never would've found you. You found a great place to
hide. Spend time in a mental hospital, you pick up the drill. You could pass as an
orderly, get a job doing it when you get out. They may never know you were in.
Obviously you realize Chilton records every word said in here. Who do you think
wired the mics? Or unwired the mics, as they currently are. You killed the
bailiff during my trial. I thought it would exonerate you. I had read your file
often enough. Easy to recreate your work. It was so specific. Though the bailiff
was a bitch to get on that stag's head. And the judge? I killed the bailiff. The
judge was... somebody else.
(keys jingling) Why are you trying to help me? Have you seen the way that
smaller birds will mob a hawk on a wire? You and me, we are hawks, Mr. Graham.

Hawks are solitary. And that's their weakness. Enough of those smaller birds get
together, and they chase hawks away. Imagine if the hawks started working
together. ((((((freed him, to show him trust, then Will had to get the cuffs back on
to keep the appearance))))))))) Why did you want to talk to me? (door unlocking) I
need a favor. I'm always happy to do a favor for a friend. Just say the words. I
want you to kill Hannibal Lecter.
Will? Hi. I'm sorry to drop in unannounced like this. What's on your mind, Dr.
Bloom? You. You gave an interview to Freddie Lounds. You despise Freddie
Lounds. It just seemed, um... What, suspicious? And slightly worrying. You don't
have to worry about me. I know you feel powerless about what happened to
Beverly, and you want to do something about it. Would that be so bad? Depends
on what you're thinking about doing. But there's no solution to grief, Will. It just
is. Beverly died because of me. Because she listened to me. I'm not gonna let
that happen again. Will, what have you done? Just what I had to do.
<i>Dr. Bloom--</i> You are like a flower blossoming amongst the weeds. I'm glad
to see you alive, Dr. Gideon. Well, Mr. Graham didn't do a particularly good job of
killing me. He was sick. And a very poor shot. Good enough shot to get a
bullet in you before you put a blade in me. And for that, I am sincerely grateful.
Been wondering about that night. How do you know where I live? A little birdie
wanted me to kill you. Or a little birdie wanted Mr. Graham to have reason to kill
me. But either way, you and I are equally expendable. You were trying to find the
Ripper that night Did you? I found Will Graham. Will isn't the Chesapeake
Ripper Not yet. All the things that make us who we are... What has to happen to
make those things change? So much has happened to Mr. Graham. He is a
changed man. Maybe he's looking for redemption. But revenge, now that is a
trinket he could value. He thinks that he knows who killed Beverly Katz? For the
courtesy you have always shown me, I am going to give you a gift. I'm going to
give you a chance to save Will from himself. How? He is in a biblical place right
now, but that rage will pass. And when it does, Will Graham will either be a
murderer or he will not Up to you. He's institutionalized. He's really in no position
to be killing anyone. Not with his own hands. But if he only had a little birdie who
could whisper murder into a sympathetic ear... Who does he want to kill, doctor?
((((((((((the fact that I cannot say it, but Im looking right into your eyes, should
be the answer))))))))))))))))
We've got a trace on his cell phone. Judas had the decency to hang himself in
shame at his betrayal. But I thought you needed help. Did you know that the
phrase to kick the bucket came from exactly this situation? You could kick it
out right now yourself and it'd all be over. Quicker than bleeding out. You're a
nurse at the hospital. You're setting a new standard of care. Will Graham is not
what you think. He's not a murderer. He is now. By proxy. (grunting) He asked you
to do this? What are friends for? Now I'm going to ask you a few yes or no
questions while you still have enough blood coursing through your brain to
answer them. You ready? Ready. Did you kill that judge? I can ask you yes-or-no
questions, you don't have to say a word, and I'll know what the answer is. The
pupil dilates with specific mental efforts. You dilate, that's a yes. No dilation
equals no. Are you the Chesapeake Ripper? How many times have you
watched someone cling on to a life that's not really worth living? Eking out a few
extra seconds Wondering why they bother. I know why. Life is precious.

The Chesapeake Ripper. I wonder what they're gonna call me. You know, the
Iroquois used to eat their enemies to take their strength. Maybe your murders will
become my murders. I'll be the Chesapeake Ripper now. Only if you eat me.
(laughing) Put your hands where I can see them. He's got a gun, Jack! Hold on!
You're moving smoothly and slowly, Jack. Carrying your concentration like a
brimming cup. Hannibal Lecter was almost murdered... by an employee of this
hospital. An attendant who we believe is the person that... killed the bailiff and
the judge at your murder trial He killed the bailiff, he didn't kill the judge. That
was the Chesapeake Ripper. You know this? He told me. Then you told him to
kill Hannibal. Nothing I said made that happen, Jack. It just happened. It just
happened. You don't seem to be too broken up about it. There's a common
emotion we all recognize and have not yet named. The happy anticipation of
being able to feel contempt. You feel contempt for Hannibal? Well, I have
contempt for the ripper. I have contempt for what he does. And what does he
do? What does he do? What is the first and principal thing he does? What need
does he serve by killing? He harvests organs No, that's only the action of what he
does. Why does he need to do it? The ripper kills in sounders of three or four in
quick order. Do you know why? I know why. Then tell me. Because if he waits too
long, then the meat spoils. He's eating them? Hannibal is like Garrett Jacob
Hobbs? A cannibal? No, not like Garrett Jacob Hobbs. Hobbs ate his victims to
honor them; the ripper eats his victims because they're no better to him than
pigs. With the exception of Beverly Katz, there is no connection between Hannibal
and any ripper victims. No immediate connection. Hannibal Lecter is not the
Chesapeake Ripper. If the ripper's killing, you can bet Hannibal Lecter's planning
a dinner party. You and I probably sipped wine while swallowing the people to
whom we were trying to give justice, Jack. Who does he have to kill before you
open your eyes?
My heart certainly feels skewered. You have the scars to prove it. It feels as if that
noose is still around my neck. Strange having nightmares; I never used to. Don't
make the same mistake I've made; being your own psychiatrist. I'm always
assessing my feelings instead of acting on them. It's the safest course. You have
to find a way to deal with what happened to you. I'm metabolizing the experience
by composing a new piece of music. Harpsichord or Theremin? Harpsichord.
Stravinsky said a true composer thinks about his unfinished work the whole time.
He's not always conscious of this, but he's aware of it when he suddenly knows
what to do. And do you know what to do? I need to get my appetite back.
I just have to convince my eyes to see it. I've convinced myself of something I
had refused to see for a long time. And it only took Will Graham trying to kill you
to see it? Yes. I can't help Will. I can't trust him. He's in a dark place where the
shadows move and it's not safe to stand with him anymore. I feel the same way.
(Clearing his throat) Found another ripper victim... I'm sorry, Jack. I can't.
Not only do I have to let Will go; I have to let this all go. I nearly died. I would
have, if it weren't for you. I'm sorry, but I can't dwell on death anymore We both
have to transform our misfortunes into life enhancing events. Well, when you
figure out how to do that, do let me know. I'm going to start by hosting a dinner
party. And please tell me you'll come.
You should've let him die. Shoulda, coulda, woulda. He's gonna kill you, you
know. Can't get me in here. No, here is exactly where he'll get you, Abel. The
moment I convinced the chief of staff to put you in a cell next to me, you were

stamped with an expiration date. Anyone who gets too close gets got. He's the
devil, remember? Smoke. I'd be very nervous if I was Dr. Chilt <i>He's getting
close too.</i> <i>The only way you and Frederick are gonna</i> <i>get out of
this alive is if the Chesapeake ripper is stopped.</i> Hannibal Lecter deserves to
die. You didn't bring me here to help you kill Hannibal Lecter. No, I didn't; I
brought you here to bear witness. To tell Jack Crawford that I sat in Hannibal
Lecter's cobalt blue dining room, an ostentatious herb garden <i>with leda and
the swan over the fireplace and you having a fit in the corner.</i> That's where I
asked him if he was the Chesapeake Ripper, and he avoided the question and
suggested I kill Alana Bloom. Yes. Tell Jack that. I'll tell Jack Crawford everythi if
you tell me why Hannibal did it. Because he wanted to see what would happen.
We know that Gideon has a history of being susceptible to suggestion. The
simplest explanation as to why he can describe Hannibal Lecter's home is that he
was in Hannibal Lecter's home. Will Graham could've given him the details. No
such details were given. There has not been a word exchanged between those
two men in my hospital that I have not heard. Then you're aware what Will is
accusing Hannibal Lecter of. Oh, yes. I am aware. And I am grateful that I have
trouble digesting animal proteins, as the last meals I have shared with Hannibal
Lecter have all been salads. Do you believe him? Hannibal once served me
tongue and then made a joke about eating mine. It would be narrow to not at
least consider it. Will is delusional. He would like to reinforce his delusion with
you, with me, with Abel Gideon. That doesn't mean he is not right. No, it doesn't.
The Chesapeake Ripper is killing again.. And Hannibal Lecter is throwing a dinner
party. Jack, he fits the profile. He is attracted to medical and psychological fields
because they offer power over man. Cannibalism... cannibalism is an act of
dominance.
I look at these dogs, I see the best part of Will. But he's lying. He's manipulating.
He's playing a game and he's not scared, not anymore. That's what's making him
dangerous.
Hello, Dr. Lecter. I feel like I've been watching our friendship on a split screen. The
friendship I perceived on one side and the truth on the other. It's a terrible
feeling, isn't it? You've been lying to me, Will. Well, I... I don't have a gauge for
reality that works well enough to know if I've been lying. But you understand the
reality of Beverly Katz's death. You understand your role in that. What was my
role? Beverly died at your behest. You are as angry with yourself as you are with
whoever murdered her. Actually... I am singularly angry with whoever murdered
her. You tried to kill me, Will. It's hard not to take that personally. However, if I
were Beverly's murderer... I'd applaud your effort. Oh, I'm no more guilty of what
you've accused me of than you are of what I've accused you of. I don't expect
you to feel self-loathing or regret, or shame. You knew what you were doing, and
you made your own decisions, decisions that were under your control. Oh, you
think I'm in control? I think you are more in control now than you have ever been.
You found a way to hurt me. I wonder how many more people are going to get
hurt by what you do. I'll give Alana Bloom your best. Goodbye, Will.
Why were you there? I have never set foot in Dr. Lecter's home. I only met
the man a week ago. However, Dr. Chilton was kind enough to share the details
of his dining room. Why would he do that? Yes, why would he do that? Will
Graham is very keen to believe that Hannibal Lecter is the Chesapeake Ripper.
Dr. Chilton did very little to disavow him of that notion, and encouraged me to do

the same. I apologize, Agent Crawford, for wasting your time. It's not your actions
and betrayal that I resent, Dr. Chilton; It's just the lies. Mm-mmh. I'll walk you
out. Thank you. Dr. Chilton hired a nurse who's had experience in mental
hospitals, but not as an employee. That nurse attempted to murder Hannibal
Lecter, and you blame Will Graham. You got the right box there, Jack but you're
looking in the wrong corner.
All the coiled resentment in this place, it's gotta be bad for the digestion. You
know that poor Nurse Shell that I murdered? I know she's seen as some kind of
beloved sister, but wasn't she also kind of a good time girl with a beer or two
inside her? I asked her if she had eyes for me, and she said no. So I had to take
'em.
Beef roulade. Whatever this is. Needless to say, I will not be eating the food. Nice
to see you again, Dr. Chilton. Hm. Hannibal the cannibal. That is what they'll call
him, you know. Not according to Abel Gideon. Gideon has given me enough
trouble for one day. The fact that he lied to you makes me even more certain he
was telling Will Graham the truth. Why did you come here tonight if you're so
convinced? Darwinism. I do not want him to think I suspect anything. I really
shouldn't be seen speaking to you. I don't want to be perceived as a threat.
Well, the ending to my composition has been eluding me, but you may just have
solved that problem with chopsticks. If only every problem could be solved
with a simple waltz. Jack's treating you like a suspect. Pointing fingers in the dark.
I've walked away from Will, but I'm still trailing his accusations. I've walked away
too. I can't forgive Will for what he did to you. I just want to walk away from all of
it. What does walking away leave us? Each other.
You're awake. So are you. I was thinking about funerals, and how often they make
us want sex. It's one in the eye for death. Not that... this wasn't... funeral sex or...
Of course it was. We both just buried a friend. We buried Will. There's something
liberating about finally letting him go. Yes. There is. We have a lot of reasons to
do this; not just funeral reasons. (Doorbell) Last time someone rang my doorbell
this early, it was a census taker.
Shall I carve? I think you already have. Your legs are no good to you
anymore. You've got a T-4 fracture of the vertebra. This is a far more practical use
for those limbs. Hard to have anything, isn't it, Dr. Lecter? Rare to get it, hard to
keep it. A damn slippery life. You were determined to know the Chesapeake
Ripper, Dr. Gideon. Now is your opportunity. You intend me to be my own last
supper? Yes. How does one politely refuse a dish in circumstances such as these?
One doesn't. The tragedy is not to die, Abel, but to be wasted. My compliments to
the chef.
i>It seems I am</i> <i>the usual suspect.</i> I keep having angry, imaginary
conversations with Jack Crawford about that. I wish I could tell you why this is
happening. His witness must not be able to identify the Ripper by sight. Jack
wants them to hear my voice; otherwise, I'd be in here alone. Right? Still... I
appreciate your company.
This is very sudden. The federal prosecutor dropped all charges. Since you were
not convicted of killing anyone, the basis for your sentencing to this institution is
null and void. The Chesapeake Ripper has set you free. Mazel Tov. I would love
nothing more than to see you trade places with Dr. Lecter. I have no intention of

ending up on his menu. Well, then confess, Frederick. Might be the only thing
saves your life. Confess to what? Confess to bonding with Hannibal Lecter over
your shared practice of unorthodox therapies. Dr. Lecter with me, you with Abel
Gideon. Gideon is playing his own game; was wheeled out of that hospital by the
Chesapeake Ripper. Curious what bargain they struck. No, there's no bargaining
with smoke. No, Gideon's dead. You're next. Unless I unburden myself?
Confession is good for the soul. Shine a light on your relationship with Hannibal
Lecter. He works in the shadows. Deny them to him. Tell Jack Crawford
everything. Are you suggesting I kill my career before Hannibal can kill me? I'm
suggesting you convince Jack Crawford however you can. Like your life depends
on it. Why did Hannibal not just kill you? Because he wants to be my friend.
Miriam thanked me after we found her. Thanked me for not giving up on her. But I
had. I had given up on her. And I gave up on you too. I thought she was dead. I
thought you were crazy. And I gave up on trying to find the both of you. You didn't
have to find me, Jack. You just had to listen to me. I put Miriam in a room with
Hannibal Lecter. She stated definitively he is not the Chesapeake Ripper. That
definitive enough for you? No.
He was saving her to be his last victim. He knows we're close to catching him.
He's been caught before. Catch a fish once and it gets away... ...it's a lot harder to
catch a second time. I sowed the seeds... and watched them grow. I cultivated... a
long chain of events leading to this. All of this... ...has been my design. It's
theater. Every time the Ripper kills someone, it's theater. The Ripper didn't bring
Miriam here to kill her. He brought her here for you to find. But the Ripper's not
self-destructive. He doesn't want to get caught. He wants you to catch
someone. Like he wanted you to catch me. Somewhere, in all of this evidence,
you will find something that will lead you away from Hannibal Lecter. Miriam Lass
has already done that. Two years - it's a long time to have Hannibal in your head.
You can't trust her, Jack. You can't trust any of this to be what it seems.
You challenged my whole framework of assumptions about the way you are.
The way I think you are. Well, the way you think I am isn't always a reliable
guide to who I am. I was wrong about you. Because you didn't believe me? Or in
me? Because you let me question my sanity, my sense of reality? Because you
tried to kill Hannibal. You're wrong about him, Will. No, you're wrong about him,
Alana. You see the best in him. I... don't. What was done to you doesn't excuse
what you did. Are you going to try to hurt Hannibal again? Is he safe? From me, or
for you? He's dangerous, Alana. I suggest you stay as far away from Hannibal
Lecter as you can.
<i>What can I do for you,</i> Dr. Chilton? It is what I can do for you. I
would like to offer my services on the Ripper case pro bono, of course. I
see. You wish to be helpful expediting Hannibal Lecter's arrest? I have consulted
with the FBI on previous Ripper murders. You have an agenda with this case,
Doctor. Yes, I have an agenda: living. I should be assigned an FBI escort.
Everyone who believed Will Graham about Hannibal Lecter is dead. Except
you. Except me. I would like to remain not dead for the foreseeable future. Do
you have something substantial to contribute, or just an opinion? I have a
witness. A witness? If Will is not a suspect, then he is a witness. To his own
manipulation? We have had remarkable success recovering memory. He
remembers so much of what was done to him. Why hasn't Wil told me this
himself? Because you told him his memories were meaningless. I imagine

Hannibal Lecter used the same coercive techniques on Miriam Lass that he used
on Will Graham. He buried memories in both of them. Jack, I dug those memories
out of Will; I can dig them out of Miriam. Miriam Lass is not your patient, Doctor.
You and I are... part of his design. He wanted you to be free. He wanted me to be
free too. Neither of us are really free. He's not done.
The same unfortunate aftershave. Too long in the bottle. Our last kitchen
conversation was interrupted by Jack Crawford. I'd like to pick up where we left
off. If memory serves, you were asking me... if it would feel good to kill you.
You've given that some thought. You wanted me to embrace my nature, Doctor.
I'm just following the urges I kept down for so long, cultivating them as the
inspirations they are. You never answered my question. How would killing me
make you feel? Righteous. Aren't you curious, Will? Why you? Why Miriam Lass?
What does the Chesapeake Ripper want with you? No, you tell me. How did
Miriam Lass find you? You made sure no one could find you that way again. If I'm
not the Ripper, you murder an innocent man. You better than anyone know what
it means to be wrongly accused. No, I'm not innocent. You saw to that. If I am the
Ripper and you kill me, who will answer your questions? Don't you want to know
how this ends?
I have the same profile as Hannibal Lecter. Same medical and psychological
background. We are both doctors of note in our field. Of course it would be me!
Hannibal was never going to kill me. I'm his patsy. I... I have to leave the country.
I am leaving the country. No, if you run, you look guilty. You did not run and you
looked plenty guilty. Abel Gideon was half-eaten in my guest room. I have corpses
on my property. You just threw up an ear. There's an APB on you right now.
They've canceled credit cards, they're tracing your phone. I have cash and I
tossed my phone. Jack Crawford thinks I killed two agents three agents. You
know what tends to happen to people who do that? Shoot on sight. I know you
will. And when you do, I will read about it from a secure location and I will
reintroduce myself to society at that time. Will... what have you done? I called
Jack Crawford. No. No! No! No, stay there! You're not a killer, Frederick. Why'd
you come alone, Jack? Why'd you come alone Where is he? Where is he?! Hey, I
told you, everything is not what it seems. The Chesapeake Ripper is still playing
with us. All of us. The Chesapeake Ripper is not playing all of us, Will; he's playing
you. Jack, wait. I'll bring him out. He's got a gun. Good.
Does it have to be you? It seems like one final indignity. Not like you to hide an
achievement. The achievement Whose is it? Hannibal Lecter's? Those are just
words coming out of your mouth. No weight to them. No consideration they may
be true. They're not true. You were using coercive therapies, influencing Abel
Gideon and Will Graham to point the Ripper investigations in false directions. You
cannot see it, and you will not see it until it is too late. Don't say I did not warn
you, Dr. Bloom. In fact, I believe these should be my last words on the subject of
the Ripper <i>until my lawyer arrives.</i> (stuttering): It's him... It(Miriam
crying)
Hello, Will. May I come in? Do you intend to point a gun at me? Not tonight. Are
you expecting someone? Only you. Kept my standing appointment open? And
you're right on time. I have to deal with you. And my feelings about you. I think
it's best if I do that directly. First you have to grieve for what is lost and what has
changed. I've changed; you changed me. The friendship that we had is over The

Chesapeake Ripper is over. It had to be Miriam, didn't it? She was compelled to
take his life so she could take her own back. How will you take your life back? I'd
like to resume my therapy. Where shall we begin?
I get it. The great outdoors. I get the attraction. In summer. (Laughing)
Well... It's a lot harder to catch trout when the water is really cold. That's another
argument for summer, Will. But trout are supposed to be hunters. Like, they
should be chewing on my hook here. Yeah, when it's cold, their metabolisms drop
and they're not as hungry. Yeah, so how do you catch a fish that isn't hungry?
Change your tactics. Use live bait that moves and excites them to action. You...
You gotta make him bite even though he's not hungry. Make him act on instinct.
He's always a predator. You have to create a reality where only you and the fish
exist. Your lure is the one thing he wants, despite everything he knows.
Make a wrong move, he swims away? Yeah. I'm a good fisherman, Jack. You
hook him, I'll land him.
I hope providing the meat doesn't mean you still harbor doubts about what I
serve at my table. No doubts, Dr. Lecter. Only the, uh... Wounds we dealt each
other until we got to the truth. Which is why we need to move past
apologies and forgiveness. Chilton has many victims besides the dead. We will
absorb this experience. It will change us. Well, we are all Nietzscheian fish in that
regard. Makes us tastier. None of our actions were personal. I tried to have
Hannibal killed Isn't that personal? You thought I was a killer. The greatest
crime now would be to walk away from what we've shared and suffered. In many
ways, we need each other. We are the only ones who will know what this feels
like. This fish is delicious. Isn't it?
I think he thinks I've calmed down. Have you? Oh, I'm calm. Are you going to try
again? (Snickering) This is where therapy gets a little tricky. It doesn't have to be
tricky. I could confess to a murder. You can't say a word. I could've murdered
someone this morning and you can't say a word. But if I'm planning to commit a
murder... I am ethically obliged to take action to prevent that murder. But be that
as it may, if there's n =one else to protect you, Margot, you have to protect
yourself. It would actually have been more therapeutic if you had killed him. I'm
not complaining, but part of me suspects we ended up here to avoid where our
conversation was going. As long as you're not complaining.
Too much has happened for us not to talk about this. However pleasant the
distractions. Well, I am recovering However pleasant the distractions. Well, I am
recovering from all that has happened. So is Will. So are you. I would change
many things, but not that we ended up here. Or that will is back in therapy. Do
you know why Will tried to kill me? It wasn't to avenge Beverly Katz's death. It
was to prevent yours. He was protecting you in the only way he felt he had left to
him. I'm afraid Will opened a door inside himself and no one knows if it closed
again. Especially not Will. Then it's healthy he's back in therapy. With a good
psychiatrist.
How does it feel consulting again with Jack Crawford and the FBI? Last time, it
nearly destroyed you. Last time, you nearly destroyed me. After everything that
has happened, Will, you still believe... stop right there. You may have to
pretend, but I don't. No, you don't. Not with me. I don't expect you to admit
anything. You can't. But I prefer sins of omission to outright lies, Dr. Lecter. Don't
lie to me. Will you return the courtesy? Why have you resumed your therapy?

Can't just talk to any psychiatrist about what's kicking round my head. Do you
fantasize about killing me? Yes. Tell me. How would you do it? With my hands.
Then we haven't moved past apologies and forgiveness, have we? We've moved
past a lot of things. I discovered a truth about myself when I tried to have you
killed. That doing bad things to bad people makes you feel good? Yes. I need to
know if you're going to try to kill me again, Will. I don't want to kill you anymore,
Dr. Lecter. Not now that I finally find you interesting.
Every human being is capable of committing acts of great cruelty. Your brother
dishumanized you, and your family unfortunately fosters that climate of
disrespect. They think I'm weird. I'm much weirder than you will ever be, Margot.
It's fine to be weird. They've already forgiven him. Talk shows and self-help books,
they thrive on this sort of thing. Everybody loves a sinner redeemed. The prodigal
son, set about repairing his ways. He may have made bad choices before, but
now he can make new, better choices. Do you believe that? Do you believe me?
Well, it's not my role to believe you Margot, it's my role to help you understand
what you believe. I believe my brother won't stop. How does it make you feel?
Angry. Anger is an energizing emotion; prompts action against threat. If you're
angry, you're optimistic you can stop this from happening again. Oh, I know how
to stop it. If you really want to kill your brother, Margot, wait until you can get
away with it. Or find someone to do it for you.
Tell me who killed her. I just wanted something beautiful for her. You were
grieving her. You couldn't save her, but you could bring poetry to her death. I
wanted you to find me. I wanted you to find me 'cause if you could find me, you
could... Could... You could find him. Do you have a shadow, Peter? Someone only
you can see. Someone you considered a friend. He made you feel less alone.
Until you saw what he really is. No... No one will believe me. He'll make sure no
one will believe me. I'll make sure they do.
Peter's had persistent cognitive problems. Confusion, paranoia, rage. Would have
refused his case if I had known. You don't seem to feel sorry for your client. A
surprising lack of empathy in a social worker. Peter Bernardone has accused me
of killing sixteen women. How does that make you feel? Right now I'm feeling
inconvenienced. I'm being detained on the word of one very damaged individual.
You're not being detained, you're being interviewed. The FBI is just being
thorough. What are you writing down? An observation. About me? I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. <i>That's smart.</i> She keeps
pushing him on his feelings, not on the facts. She's trying to gauge how
comfortable he is with emotion, if he has any. He couldn't bear being touched by
her. Yes, his responses are typical of psychopaths during interviews, but could
also be resentment. No, his eyes are dead. He's a predator. Did you know
Sarah Craber? No. Peter talked about here extensively though during our
house visits. I'd say he was obsessed with her. Do you think Peter Bernardone is
capable of murder I'm not a psychiatrist, Dr. Bloom. I'm curious, Why did you
become a social worker? Society needs caring people. It also needs a few
psychopaths... To keep the rest of us on our toes. There is no evidence I did this.
And if you'd like to know how I feel... I feel like I don't want to be here anymore.
So, if you're not detaining me, I'd like to be on my way now.
You look like a man who has suffered an irrevocable loss. I'm trying to prevent
one. Do you think if you save Peter Bernardone, you can save yourself? Save
myself from what, Dr. Lecter? From who you perceive me to be. I'm afraid I need

to be saved from who you perceive me to be. Many troublesome behaviors

strike when you are uncertain of yourself. Peter Bernardone lies in the same
darkness that holds you. No... I'm alone in that darkness. You're not alone, Will.
I'm standing right beside you.
(Grunting) Mr. Ingram. Might want to crawl back in there if you know what's
good for you. Officer... I'm the victim here. I'm not an officer. I'm Peter's friend.
Peter's confused. I'm not. Pick up the hammer. Will. Pick it up. It won't feel the
same, Will. It won't feel like killing me. It doesn't have to. You did the best
anyone could do for Peter, but don't do this for him. If you're going to do this,
Will... You have to do it for yourself. Please don't. You would be wise to remain
silent, Mr. Ingram. Will. This is not the reckoning you promised yourself. (Sobbing)
With all my knowledge and intrusion, I could never entirely predict you. I can feed
the caterpillar, and I can whisper through the chrysalis, but... What hatches,
follows its own nature and is beyond me.
(Hannibal): Which answer is it you want to hear, Will? What's happening now
and about to happen is an answer. I want you to admit what you are. Must I
denounce myself as a monster while you still refuse to see the one growing inside
you? (He whistles.) No one can be fully aware By that love we see potential in
our beloved. Through that love, we allow our beloved to see their potential.
Expressing that love, our beloved's potential comes true. (He whistles.)
I used to be afraid of losing my memory. What I wouldn't give to forget a thing or
two now. My compliments to the gypsy hood of Granada. Memory gives moments
immortality, but forgetfulness promotes a healthy mind. What are you trying to
forget, Jack? Doubt.
Do you have any regrets? With every choice lies the possibility of regret.
However, if I choose not to do something, it's usually for a good reason. I'm...
riddled with regrets. A life without regret would be no life at all. I regret what I did
in the stable. Then, you were lucky I was there. Oh, no, no, no. Being lucky isn't
the same as making a mistake. The mistake was allowing you to stop me. So, it's
not pulling the trigger that you regret... That would be more accurate. You must
adapt your behavior to avoid feeling the same way again, Will. Adapt. Evolve.
Become. es. I want you to close your eyes. Imagine a version of events you
wouldn't have regretted. What did you see? A missed opportunity... to feel... like I
felt when I killed Garret Jacob Hobbs. To feel like... ...like I felt when I thought I'd
killed you. And what does that feel like? I felt... of... power. Good. Remember that
feeling.
I tend to walk out of this building in a very similar state. You must be a patient of
Dr. Lecter's. I'm sorry? You look familiar. I either know you or I know of you. I'm
the guy who didn't kill all those people. We all have a gauge for humanity that
twitches when we see other people. Tell me, Margot, what twitches when you see
your brother? 00:11:04,523 --> 00:11:06,924 Not my gauge for humanity. You
don't recognize in your brother basic human traits. You dehumanize him as much
as he dehumanizes you. At least, I'll never be the worst person I know. The
tendency to see others as less human than ourselves is universal. My brother is
less human. And you are less human for it. Did you just dehumanize me?
Psychiatrists who dehumanize patients are more comfortable with painful but
effective treatments. I met a patient of yours. Will Graham. Wonder what sort of
painful but effective treatment you prescribed him? You're very supportive of me

killing my brother. And I appreciate that support, I really do. But I can only
imagine what you'd be supportive of Will Graham doing. You already had my
reputation and bona fides verifie You know what kind of psychiatrist I am. I'm
beginning to.
Animals, they, they do have... they have friendships justjust like us. We're the
same. Yeah, I'll try to remember that. Please, don'tdon't blameblame the
animals. No. Don't. Man is the only creature that kills to... kill.
(Hannibal): No beast is more savage than man when possessed with power
answerable to his own rage. It's not rage. Rage is an emotional response to
being provoked. This is something else. What is it? Instinct. It's the way he
thinks. The way any animal thinks depends on limitations of mind and body. If
we learn our limitations too soon, we never learn our power. His victims are torn
apart; I'd say he learned his power. He claimed his power. Can you imagine
tearing someone apart? Or would you prefer to use a gun? Guns lack intimacy.
You set an event in motion with a gun; you don't complete it. You fantasized
about killing me with your hands. Wouldn't that be more satisfying than pulling a
trigger? When you sent the man to kill me, Living vicariously through him as if...
your hands tightened the noose around my neck? I wasn't hiding from anything
the first time I tried to kill you. You were hiding... behind the gun. You must
allow yourself to be intimate with your instincts, Will.
During our therapy, he reported a moment of clarity. He understood in that
moment, he was an animal born in the body of a man. He kept a solitary life. He
would hide and behave in ways resembling animal behaviour. He was
delusional. Not necessarily. He didn't believe metamorphosis could physically
take place, but that wouldn't stop him from trying to achieve it. He'd be a grown
man now? And as he grew in wisdom and confidence, he would no longer feel he
had to meet his needs in hiding. What are his needs, Dr. Lecter? (footsteps)
Museum's closed. Hello, Randall. Dr. Lecter. You will always be ruled by your
fascination with teeth. That's what you said to me when they brought in your
office Is that what I said? Yeah. you made it easier. Other visits too. A
therapist's life is equal parts counsel and curiosity. We set a patient on a path,
but are left to wonder where that path You've come so very far, Randall. A long
time since you treated me. about your wonderful progress, just for a moment,
privately. I've seen what you've done. What have I done? You bore screams... like
a sculptor bears dust from the beaten stone. That crying boy doesn't cling to you
anymore. What clings to you now? What clings to your teeth? Ragged bits of
scalp... ...trailing their tails of hair like comets. Beautiful. They are looking for you.
I don't think I can stop. I don't want you to. But they will find you, Randall. it's
important you do exactly what I say.
I don't know if you remember me, but I met you outside of Dr. Lecter's office. I
remember it. How did you find me? Well, as it turns out, you are famous. Uh...
You're not exactly anonymous yourself, Margot. Did you, uh, sneak a peek inside
Dr. Lecter's calendar? Yeah, it is exactly what I did. What is the heir to the Verger
Meat Packing dynasty doing at my door? Oh, my brother is the heir,
Patient to
patient. What do you think of Dr. Lecter's therapy? Oh, I'm in therapy for all kinds
of reasons. The Vergers slaughter 86,000 cattle a day and 36,000 pigs, but that's
just the public carnage. What's your private carnage? Did he ever. Did he have
it coming? I can't say that I know. Neither can I. We have some very similar

issues. Although I doubt that Dr. Lecter gave you the same advice on murder that
he gave me. He said... If at first you don't succeed, try, try again.
Randall Tier is a success story. You believe he's innocent? I believe... your therapy
was successful. You can be persuasive. How many have there been? Like Randall
Tier? Like me? Every patient is unique .Your psychiatrist came to visit me at the
hospital before my trial. Dr. Du Maurier. She told me she believed me. She knew
there were others like me. Fascinating. Did you kill her? No. What do you think
about when you think about killing? I think about God. Good and evil has nothing
to do with God. I collect church collapses. Did you see the recent one in Sicily?
The facade fell on 65 grandmothers during a special mass. Was that evil? Was
that God? he just loves it. Typhoid and swans, it all comes from the same place.
Perhaps you should have a more personal conversation with Mr. Tier and ask him
what he believes.
The solitude of what you do is to be respected, 00:37:34,847 --> 00:37:36,607
and I intend to honour that. You are becoming, Randall, and this beast is your
higher self. Your bodies, voices, and wills are one Revel in what you are.

I'd say this makes us even. I sent someone to kill you... you sent someone to kill
me. Even-steven. Consider it an act of reciprocity. Polite society normally places
such a taboo on taking a life. Did you kill him with your hands? It was...
...intimate. It deserves intimacy. You were Randall Tier's final enemy. Don't go
inside, Will. You'll want to retreat. You'll want it as the glint of the rail tempts us
when we hear the approaching train. Stay with me. Where else would I go? You
have everywhere to go. You should be quite pleased. I am. When you killed
Randall, did you fantasize you were killing me? Most of what we do, most of what
we believe, is motivated by death. I've never felt as alive as I did when I was
killing him. Then you owe Randall Tier a debt. How will you repay him?
You know you will have to kill him, Margot. You've known it for years. I may
have missed my opportunity. Do you know why you failed to murder him,
Margot? Poor planning. You failed to murder your brother because you still love
him. In love, you take leave of your senses, but in hatred, you must be present to
calculate your actions. Allow yourself to hate him. Do you think Mason will just
give you what you want? You'll be begging him for the rest of your life. Did
begging help when he tore you? Same thing as taking his chocolate and letting
him have his way. I'm lucky I didn't kill him. Papa's will was very clear. Upon the
passing of his beloved son Mason, in the absence of a legitimate male heir, the
sole beneficiary shall be the Southern Baptist Convention. Even in death, Mason
would take everything from you. One of the most powerful forces that shapes us
as human beings is the desire to leave a legacy. What legacy would you leave
behind? I don't get a legacy. Unless you make one.

All that fuss about Dr. Lecter. Will even tried to kill him. And now they're back in
therapy together, and another former patient is dead. Will understands that
Hannibal Lecter can help him. Maybe what Will understands is, if you can't beat
Hannibal Lecter, join him.

I had a sister. Then you understand my need to protect Margot mostly from
herself. She's pathological. I'm sure she's told you horrible things that I've done. I
can't tell you what Margot's confessed to me. Fortunately for you, I can't tell
anyone. (laughing) (Mason clears his throat.) Got me. Even the worst of us need
someone to talk to, Mason. Have you ever considered therapy for yourself?
Maybe I should.
Freddie Lounds thinks the two of you are a paradox. She sees something no one
else sees. What's that? That neither of you is the killer she's writing about, but
together, you might be. Freddie Lounds must consider you a bland interview
subject if she's already resorted to fiction. She won't be fenced in by something
as malleable as the truth. Freddie has no boundaries. Someone with no
boundaries is a psychopath. Or a journalist. Freddie isn't the only one without
boundaries. Your relationship doesn't seem to know many Patient and therapist,
friend and enemy. Crossing boundaries is different than violating them.
Boundaries will always be subject to negotiation. It's just hard to know where you
are with each other. We know where we are with each other. Shouldn't that be
enough? Better the devil you know.
(wind chimes) There really is a very good explanation for all this. I don't want to
hear it. Not just a little bit curious? Get away from the door. I can't let you go,
Freddie. Not till you've heard what I have to say. I know you're scared. You only
have to be scared Give me the gun. (She screams.) Ahh! Ah! No! (Screaming
cuts out.) (Jack): Freddie Lounds left me that message three hours ago. Freddie
was supposed to interview me. She never showed up. Why are you granting
interviews to Freddie Lounds? I owed her one. Surely, Freddie Lounds has more
enemies than Will. Not in Wolf Trap, Virginia. I live in the middle of nowhere, Jack;
if someone wanted to take her, it's... not a bad place to do it.

And I provide the ingredients. You tell me what we should do with them. What's
the meat? What do you think? Veal? (smelling) Pork, perhaps? She was a slim and
delicate pig. I'll make you lomo saltado. We will make it together. You slice the
ginger. (Mahler: Symphony #5, Adagietto) The
meat has an interesting flavour. It's brazing. Notes of citrus. My palate isn't as
refined as yours. Apart from humane considerations, it's more flavourful for
animals to be stress-free prior to slaughter. This animal tastes frightened. What
does frightened taste like? It's acidic. The meat is bitter about being dead. This
meat is not pork. It's long pig. You can't reduce me to... a set of influences. I'm
not the product of anything. I've given up good and evil for behaviourism. Then
you can't say that I'm evil. You're destructive. Same thing. Evil is just destructive?
Storms are evil, if it's that simple. And we have fire, and then there's hail.
Underwriters lump it all under Acts of God. Is this meat an act of God, Will?
Do you really think Dr. Chilton killed Abigail Hobbs? I don't. Even if I let this story
go, I will never let that go. Trust me, Freddie... ...neither will I.
Ortolans are endangered. Who amongst us is not? I haven't been gorged,
drowned, plucked, and roasted. Not yet. Traditionally, during this meal, we are to
place we are to place shrouds over our heads, hiding our faces from God. I don't
hide from God. After my first ortolan, I was euphoric. I was euphoric when I
killed Freddie Lounds Tell me, did your heart race when you murdered her? No,

it didn't. A low heart rate is a true indicator of one's capacity for violence. Your
design is evolving. Your choices affect the physical structures of your brain. Killing
is changing the way I think. Yes. You must understand that blood and breath are
only elements undergoing change Just as the source of light is burning.
Whoever did this was not striking out against Miss Lounds's exploitative brand of
journalism. This is something else.This is something sacred. She was fuel. Fire
destroys and it creates. It is mythical. She won't rise from the ashes, but her
killer will. He's the one to be noticed now.
What kind of visit is it? I guess I'm trying to convince myself of something. You're
worried I killed Freddie Lounds. What do you think? I think that's the wrong
answer to tell somebody who is already wondering what you're capable of. 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. I don't think Hannibal is good for you and I
think your relationship is destructive. Hannibal's good enough for you. You should
be afraid. I want you to have something. Whoever you are afraid of... ...don't be
afraid to use it. It takes 9mm rounds. Buy a box... find a range... Practice.
I'm here to mourn Freddie Lounds. Can't imagine that's why you're here. There's
all sorts of reasons why I'd go to Freddie Lounds's funeral. It's common for a killer
to revisit their victims after death, attend funerals, return to crime scenes.
Anyone suspicious? Besides me? That was implied. You were expecting me.
It's common for a killer to revisit their victims after death. I'm not here to
dance on Freddie Lounds's grave if that's what you're getting at. You're not here
looking for her killer, either. You don't seem particularly interested in the crowd.
Are you profiling me, Dr. Bloom? I'm here because... ....my psychiatrist suggested
it would be therapeutic.
<i>I've been so preoccupied with</i> taking a life, I'm, uh... having trouble
wrapping my head around making one. When men become fathers, they undergo
biochemical changes that affect the way they think. You said the same thing
happens when men become killers. Fathers can be killers. What sort of father
would you be? I would be a good father. How quickly we form attachments
something that does not yet exist. I'm not attached. I'm... I'm only... anticipating
attachment. We have a deep-seated need to interact with our children. It helps us
discover who we are. Have you ever been a father? I was to my sister. She was
not my child, but she was my charge. She taught me so much about myself. Her
name was... Mischa. Was? She's dead. Abigail reminded me so much of her. Why
did you kill her? What happened to Abigail had to happen. There was no other
way. There was. But there isn't now. Would you protect this child in the way you
couldn't protect Abigail? I still dream about Abigail. I dream that I'm... teaching
her how to fish. I'm sorry... I took that from you. Wish I could give it back. So do I.
Occasionally, I drop a teacup to shatter on the floor. On purpose. I'm not satisfied
when it doesn't gather itself up again. Someday perhaps, a cup will come
together.
<i>Every creative act</i> has its destructive consequence, Will. The Hindu god
Shiva is simultaneous destroyer and creator. Who you were yesterday is laid
waste to give rise to who you are today. How many lies have had to be...
sanctified? How many consciences... devastated? As many as were necessary.
You sacrificed Abigail. <i>You cared about her</i> as much as I did. Maybe more.
<i>But then, how much</i> has God sacrificed? What god do you pray to? I don't

pray. I have not been bothered by any considerations of deity other than to
recognize how my own modest actions pale beside those of God. I prayed... ...I
would see Abigail again. Well, your prayer did not go entirely unanswered. You
saw part of her. You saw part of her. should the universe contract, should time
reverse and teacups come together... a place could be made for Abigail in your
world. What place would that be? You've lost a child, Will. It seems you're likely to
gain one. God is beyond measure in wanton malice... and matchless in his irony.
One observes only things which are already on the mind. What's on your mind?
The most terrifying thing in the world can be a lucid moment. What are you up
to? I'm not sure I know what you're talking about, Dr. Bloom. I think you know.
You're not fooling me, Jack. I'm not trying to fool you. I'm not trying to fool
you. You're lying. You're all lying. Will. Hannibal. You're lying to each other, and
they're lying to you. Tell me what you believe is happening. What do I believe?
What do you believe? Do you believe Will killed Freddie Lounds? No, I don't. Do
you think Dr. Chilton's the Chesapeake Ripper? There was overwhelming
STOP LYING, JACK! (sigh) You think you've moved your pieces around so cleverly.
What's changed, Alana? I have no confidence that I know Hannibal Lecter
anymore. Even with as much as you know or think you know Hannibal, you don't
know him either. And you don't know Will. You are going to lose, Jack! If you
haven't lost already. I want you to come with me. How was my funeral?
Carlo? Carlo, I don't think they've had enough to... You must be the baby daddy.
Excuse me if I don't offer you a cigar. I'm gonna feed you to my pigs. Carlo!
(Mason laughing crazily) (both grunting) Do you think it was Margot's idea to
have an heir? You think it was your idea to take it from her? My idea to come here
and kill you? The only thing that you, your sister, and I have in common is the
same psychiatrist. (Mason laughs.) If Dr. Lecter had his druthers... you'd be
wrapped around a bullet right now. (Will uncocks the gun.) Dr. Lecter is the one
you want to be feeding to your pigs.
Can you explain my actions? Can you posit my intentions? What would be your
theory of my mind? I have an understanding of your state of mind. You
understand mine. We're just alike. This gives you the capacity to deceive me...
and be deceived by me. I'm not deceiving you, Dr. Lecter. I'm just pointing out
the snare around your neck. What you do about it is entirely up to you. You put
the snare around my neck. Why did you tell Mason Verger I want to kill him? I was
curious what would happen. It's true, isn't it? You do want to kill him. Or you want
me to kill him. Either way, you'd like him dead. I'm just... giving you a little
nudge. Mason is discourteous. And discourtesy is unspeakably ugly to me. Are
you thinking about eating him? Whenever feasible, one should always try to eat
the rude. Would you join me at the table? Mason Verger is a pig... ...and he
deserves to be somebody's bacon. Maybe you should kill Mason during your next
session. He may be intending to kill me during our next session. Then you'll have
to kill him first. You said you were curious what would happen. I want you to close
your eyes, Will. Imagine what you would like to happen. What did you see?
While you were subverting the underprivileged children at your summer camp.
What did you learn? Hmmm... Keen student of the Bible that I am... I learned
about suffering. Not mine, mind you, but the general... conceit. God's choices in
inflicting suffering are not satisfactory to us, nor are they understandable, unless
innocence offends him. Clearly, he needs help in directing his blind fury with

which he flogs this earth. Margot's happiness is more important than her
suffering. You say that as though the two are mutually exclusive. I believe they
are. Can never say to a certainty. It is one of those things that is... "hid"... as the
Bible says. Papa taught me how to hide all sorts of things. This was his knife. I
carry it around with me to remind me of him. Whose fat are you planning to
measure today, Mason? Mine? No fat on you. Take more than a flesh wound to
make you squeal. What game of chicken are you and the sperm donor playing,
Dr. Lecter? Don't get me wrong. I play chicken with Margot all the time. I just
don't tell her I'm playing. I'm good at chicken, Dr. Lecter. I never blink. Just send
me the bill.
- He branded you. - Mason wants you to know this can never be undone. Mason
can be undone. Not without taking everything I have with him. He's all I've got
now; that's exactly what he wanted. He won. He always wins. This won't make
you human, Margot, so much as give you the ability to make yourself human and
move on. There's no resolve to this. There's no resolution. Moving on isn't just a
distraction... ...it's a rebuke. Show your brother how strong you are. Survive him.
I've only told the OIG what they need to know. Now, what haven't you told me?
Hannibal is trying to manipulate me into murdering one of his patients. Mason
Verger. But I can manipulate Hannibal into killing him instead. What's Verger
done? Hannibal considers him rude. It's motive enough. It's as though committing
murders has purged him of lesser rudeness. We're talking about putting a man's
life in danger. You know, sometimes, Jack, a good plan is less about finding the
best alternative, than it is about finding one that works Don't let empathy
confuse what you want with what Lecter wants. I told you, Jack, I'm a good
fisherman. We have to use the right bait. When Hannibal tries to kill Mason
Verger, I'll arrest him, and you'll have 2 witnesses. We might have 3. I'm a good
fisherman too, Will.
They tell me you were hard to find. That was the idea. I killed him. I believed it
was self-defence. And to a point, it was. But beyond that point, it was murder.
Hannibal influenced me to murder my patient, our patient. You weren't...
coerced? What Hannibal does is not coercion... ...it is persuasion. Has he ever
tried to persuade you to kill anybody? He will. And it will be somebody you love.
And you will think it's the only choice you have. How would you catch him?
Hannibal can get lost. ...in self-congratulation at his own exquisite taste and
cunning. Whimsy. That will be how he will get caught.
We're maintaining our position on the event horizon of chaos. Your veneer of selfcomposure gives a strong sense of the surreal. So much about this feels like a
dream. Dreams prepare us for waking life. It's one thing to dream; it's another
to... understand the nature of the dream. You're waking up to who you are. That's
all you need to understand. There are extraordinary circumstances here, Will. And
unusual opportunities. For whom? For both of us. Mason Verger is an opportunity?
Mason Verger is a problem. It's a savage pleasure, and we are born to it. A
pleasure we can share. You're fostering codependency. Is that what I'm doing?
Isn't that what you did to Abigail? Got her to take a life so she would owe you
hers? I bond with Abigail; you take her away. I bond with... barely more than the
idea of a child; you take it away. You saw to it that I alienated Alana, alienated
Jack. You don't want me to have anything in my life that's not you. I only want
what's best for you. Please. Every moment of cogent thought under your
psychiatric care is a personal victory. You're applying yourself to my perspective...

as I've been applying myself to yours. You're right. We are just alike. You're as
alone as I am. And we're both alone without each other.
So you managed to avoid prosecution. I gave you every opportunity to tell the
truth, but you ran. How do you think the FBI could have protected me? You
couldn't protect Will Graham. You still can't. Nothing makes us more vulnerable
than loneliness, Agent Crawford. Will's not alone. No, he's not. Hannibal thinks
Will is a killer. Do you still believe he is your killer? I have to believe. Hannibal's
only crime I witnessed was influence. Influence works best when we're unaware.
Will Graham has been very aware. Meaning? Meaning maybe Mr. Graham doesn't
know himself as well as Hannibal does. Will has more reasons to see Hannibal
caught than any of us. If you think you're about to catch Hannibal, that's because
he wants you to think that. Don't fool yourself into thinking he's not in control of
what's happening.
A Ukrainian dish whose outcome can never be predicted. The Latin word<i>
gelatus</i> translates as "frozen." Here, the aspic provides a three-dimensional
canvas in which one may stage a scene. The eternal chase. An evocative shape
in that at a certain point, it becomes unclear who's pursuing whom. Well, in
isolation, a moment can't really speak to motive, intent or aftermath. Aspic is
derived from bone... as a life is made from moments. So, tell me, Hannibal, what,
uh... what moment are we in now? You, me, Will? Still harbouring doubts about
Will? Alana Bloom isn't harbouring any doubts. She's convinced that he murdered
Freddie Lounds. And you? I am convinced of my general lack of trust in other
people. Lack of trust in other people Lack of trust in other people If you can't rely
on others, you have to rely on God. I'm relying on myself. And yet in this moment,
I have to confess that... ...I don't know who's pursuing whom any more than these
fish do. Whomever is pursuing whom in this very moment, I intend to eat them.
Mr. Verger wants your company. Please, come with us. <i>Preferirei di no.</i>
Matteo. He shouldn't have done that. (removed the scalpel from a leg artery)
<i>Buona sera...</i> <i>Dottore.</i> You are Sardinian. If you have to be
kidnapped for ransom, a wealthy Italian will tell you it's better to fall into the
hands of the Sards. And you're a professional revenger as well, I suspect. With
you... it is personal now. I take it Matteo didn't make it. Did he foul himself? I
imagine he smells worse than you by now. Kill him and you will get no money!
Carlo!
What have you given me? Ha! Ha! Ha! A variety of psychedelic compounds.
"Psychedelic" so named from the Greek for "mind-revealing." You need to write
me a prescription for this, Doctor. Patients rhapsodize about the life-changing
insights - they achieve. - I am enchanted and terrified. The world presents itself
as a cacophony of sights, sounds, smells, recollections. <i>I want you to
recall</i> <i>your education</i> <i>in stockyards</i> <i>and
slaughterhouses.</i> Show me how Papa would check the depth of a pig's fat.
No, Mason. Show me on you. What Mason is experiencing isn't restricted to
reality, so... reality has to be forced to adapt. He fed his face to my dogs. He
broadened their palates as I broadened yours. Murder or mercy? There is no
mercy. We make mercy... manufacture it in the parts that have overgrown our
basic reptile brain. Then there is no murder. We make murder too. It matters only
to us. You know too well you possess all the elements to make murder. Perhaps
mercy too, but murder you understand uncomfortably well. I'm hungry! Eat your
nose then. Taste is housed in parts of the mind that precedes pity. Pity has no

place at the table. I'm full of myself. I'm not gonna kill him. He was going to feed
you to his pigs... after he fed them me. Weren't you, Mason? I was. He's your
patient, Doctor. You do what you think is best for him.
Achilles lamenting the death of Patroclus. Whenever he's mentioned in<i> The
Iliad,</i> Patroclus seems to be defined by his empathy. He became Achilles on
the field of war. He died for him there, wearing his armor. He did. Hiding and
revealing identity is a constant theme throughout the Greek epics. As are battletested friendships. Achilles wished all Greeks would die, so that he and Patroclus
could conquer Troy alone. Took divine intervention to bring them down. This isn't
sustainable. We're going to get caught. Jack already suspects you killed Freddie
Lounds. If Jack told you he suspects me, - that means he suspects you. - I know.
You should give him what he wants. Give him the Chesapeake Ripper? Allow him
closure. Reveal yourself. You've taunted him for long enough. Let him see you
with clear eyes. Jack has become my friend. I suppose I owe him the truth.
You sit in that chair, Will, as you have so many times before. It holds among its
molecules the vibrations of all our conversations ever held in its presence. All the
exchanges, the petty irritations, deadly revelations, flat announcements of
disaster. The grunts and poetry of life. Everything we've ever said. Listen. What
do you hear? (whispering voices) A melody. We're orchestrations of carbon. You
and me. And Jack. And Jack. All our destinies flying and swimming in blood and
emptiness. Everybody's settling in for dinner. I'm wearing a wire. I have sharp
shooters on the roofs of neighbouring houses with lines of sight to all the
windows. He'll try to kill you in the kitchen. For convenience. Make it easier to
prepare the tartar. Jack won't be easy to kill. He'll be armed. He's strong, welltrained. We can't hesitate. Hannibal thinks you are his man in the room. I think
you're mine. <i>When a fox hears a rabbit scream, he comes running.</i> But
not to help. When you hear Jack scream, why will you come running? When the
moment comes. When the moment comes. Will you do what needs to be done?
Oh yes.
I'm between deaths. The punctuation at the end of a sentence gives meaning to
every word, every space that proceeded it. They moved my punctuation mark,
Dr. Lecter. You moved my meaning. I'm not here because I want to be here. You
saw to that. I'm here... Because I can't abandon Jack. Not again. Love and death
are the great hinges on which all human sympathies turn. What we do for
ourselves dies with us. What we do for others... That's beyond us. You saved me
for Jack. Will you save him for me, when I'm gone?
Don't your patients need these after you're gone? The FBI will pore over my notes
if I left them intact. I will spare my patients the scrutiny. I'm dismantling who I
was and moving it brick by brick. When we've gone from this life, Jack Crawford
and the FBI behind us, I will always have this place. In your memory palace? My
palace is vast, even by medieval standards. The foyer is of Norman Chapel in
Palermo. Severe, beautiful and timeless. With a single reminder of mortality. A
skull. Graven in the floor. All I need is... A stream. In those moments where you
can't overcome your surroundings, you can make it all go away. Put my head
back, close my eyes, wade into the quiet of the stream. If I'm ever apprehended,
my memory palace will serve as more than a mnemonic system. I will live there.
Could you be happy there? All the palace chambers are not lovely, light and
bright. In the walls of our hearts and brains, danger waits. There are holes in the
floor of the mind.

Do you know what an imago is, Will? It's a flying insect. It's the last stage of a
transformation. When you become who you will be? It's also a term from the dead
religion of psychoanalysis. An imago is an image of a loved one, buried in the
unconscious, carried with us all our lives. An ideal. The concept of an ideal... I
have a concept of you, just as you have a concept of me. Neither of us ideal. Both
of us are too curious about too many things for any ideals. Is it ideal that Jack
die? It's necessary. What happens to Jack has been preordained. We could
disappear now. Tonight. Feed your dogs, leave a note for Alana and never see her
or Jack again. Almost polite. Then this would be our last supper. Of this life. - We'll
serve lamb. - Sacrificial. I don't need a sacrifice, do you? I need him to know. If I
confess to Jack Crawford right now... I would forgive you. If Jack were to tell you
all is forgiven, would you accept his forgiveness? Jack isn't offering forgiveness.
He wants... Justice. He wants to see you, see who you are. See what I've become.
He wants the truth. To the truth, then. And all its consequences.
Hannibal Lecter is being induced to commit murder by an undercover FBI
informant. This is outrageous government conduct. You would never get a
conviction. You're not thinking clearly, Jack. We are as close as we are ever going
to get to catching this man. I understand that your wife is very ill. You're
distracted. After an inquiry, I'm putting you on forced compassionate leave.
Hannibal already opened his doors to the FBI, there won't be physical evidence.
The only way to catch him is in the act. Are you saying we should have just let
Jack hang himself? And everyone else in his department? No. But Will and Jack
are still your best chance to catch Hannibal. This man that Will Graham killed in
self defense... He was mutilated. At a certain point, self defense stops. Will
Graham didn't stop. Jack Crawford sanctioned this and then he hid it from us. I
have to believe that Will was trying to maintain his cover identity. Reality doesn't
go away because you stop believing in it. It's stubborn like that.The reality of this
situation is Jack Crawford misused the power of his office. Mrs. Prurnell, they are
desperate. They are breaking the law. I'm bringing these men up on charges.
They're not going to stop. That's why they're being brought into custody. Jack
knows what you'll find. He knows what you have to do. That won't stop him from
doing what he has to do.
They've issued a warrant for your arrest, Will. For acting as an accessory to
entrapment. <i>And for the murder of Randall Tier.</i><i>They're going to
arrest Jack as well.</i><i>Will?</i>Goodbye, Alana. Hello? They know.
Hello, Jack. You're early. I couldn't wait to get here. Would you care to sous-chef? I
want to thank you for your friendship, Hannibal. The most beautiful quality of a
true friendship is to understand them. Be understood with absolute clarity. And
this is... The clearest moment of our friendship.
I'd like to report gunshots. Hannibal. Where's Jack? In the pantry. I was hoping
you and I wouldn't have to say goodbye. Nothing seen nor said. You may have
found that rude. Stop! I was so blind. In your defense, I worked very hard to blind
you. You can stay blind. You can hide from this. Walk away, I'll make no plans to
call on you. But if you stay, I will kill you. Be blind, Alana. Don't be brave. (clicks) I took your bullets. - (Alana whimpering)
Jack is inside. Go. Abigail? I didn't know what else to do, so... I just did what he
told me. Where is he? You were supposed... To leave. We couldn't leave without

you. Ah! Time did reverse the teacup that I shattered there to come together. The
place was made for Abigail and your world. Do you understand? The place was
made for all of us, together. I wanted to surprise you. And you... You wanted to
surprise me. (sputtering) I have let you know me. See me. I gave you a rare gift. But you didn't want it. - Damn right. - You would deny me my life. - N... no. No.
Not your life, no. My freedom then, you would take that from me. Come find me
in a prison cell. Do you believe you could change me, the way I've changed you? I
already did. Fate and circumstance have returned us to this moment when the
teacup shatters. I forgive you, Will. Will you forgive me? Don't, don't... No. No.
Abigail, come to me. No, no, no! You can make it all go away. Put your head back.
Close your eyes. Wade into the quiet of the stream.
Season 3
Ep 1
In God..
He cant safely go
My prayers.
Curious about that.
Ep 2
Betrayed..
Paying attention.
Technically.
Reputation..
Arguably
Conventional.
Fairy tails..
The god of betrayal.
4
Dull
True..
Doing here
Old testament.
Goose.
Theatre.

Lucifer.
Limited.
Your laws
Permission
My calendar
Beginning of time
Dont know
Try it
Faimous.

My soul.
So the devil
A mess.
A favor.
In hell..
God given
Corrupt.
Jaw dropping.
Sadly known as.
Offends me.
Detective welcome.
Hottub..
How many laws.
Back on..
Threatened
Schedule.
Become of me.
Mean girl..
She is smart
Not to like
Planned.
..
Thinking.