03x13 - The Wrath of the Lamb

Previously on Hannibal...

You know and I know it's the best way to bait him.

So I really bad-mouth the Red Dragon in Tattle Crime.

It'd feel like a trap to me.

I have blasphemed against the dragon. There is much for you to dread.

You orchestrated his end, Alana.

I am the Dragon.

Get up.

Stand by the bed.

Do you know where you are in the room?

And you know where you are in the house?

Then you know where the front door is, don't you?

Reba, feel on my chest.

Bring your hands up slowly. Don't!

...do what you're thinking.

Just feel on my chest.

(zipper undoing)

Just around my throat. You feel that?

It's a key.

Take it off over my head.

Careful.

Now I'm going to see if I can trust you.

Go to the front door, lock it.

Go ahead.

I'll wait right here.

(whimpering)

Don't try to run.

I can catch you.

(clock continuously ticking)

Ah!

Oh, Reba.

Now lock the door and put the key around my neck.

Hang it around my neck.

Now let's make sure it's locked, shall we?

(rattling)

Very good.

Now go on back to the bedroom.

You know the way.

Sit down.

And sit still or I can't keep Him off you.

Please try.

Put out your hand.

Feel this.

Don't grab it, feel it.

It's a shotgun.

(gasping)

Do you know what it will do?

Take your hand down.

I wish I could have trusted you.

I wanted to trust you.

You felt so good.

(crying): So did you, D.

I love it.

Please don't hurt me now.

(gasping)

It's all over for me.

(clanging)

I can't give you to Him.

You know what He will do.

No...no, no, no, no...

He will bite you.

Better you go with me.

No, no, no, no, no.

(escalating screaming)

(crying)

Oh God, no...

Oh, Reba...

I can't stand to watch you burn.

(screaming)

(gun cocking)

No!

(gunshot)

(gasping)

(clock ticking)

(distorted piano plays)

(theme music)

He shot himself in the face.

I put my hand in it.

He set fire to the house.

He shot himself.

I put my hand in it.

(whispering): He was on the... the floor...

I won't put you through this again, but I'd like to come back by.

Just to say hi and see how you're doing.

How could you help it?

A charmer like me.

In the end, he couldn't kill you and he couldn't watch you die.

The people who study this kind of thing say that he was trying to stop because you helped him.

Probably saved some lives.

I drew a freak.

You didn't draw a freak.

You drew a man with a freak on his back.

There is nothing wrong with you.

I know there's nothing wrong with me.

In making friends, I try to be wary of people who foster dependency and feed on it.

I've been with a few. The blind attract them.

Not just the blind.

(ominous music)

Ding-dong, the Dragon's dead.

Are congratulations in order?

I didn't kill him.

Suicide.

Then he wasn't as strong as the Dragon after all.

He was trying to stop.

I was rooting for you, Will.

It's a shame.

You came all this way and you didn't get to kill anybody.

Only consolation is Dr. Chilton.

Congratulations for the job you did on him.

I admired it enormously.

What a cunning boy you are.

Are you accusing me of something?

Does the enemy inside you agree with the accusation?

Even a little bit?

I came back to stop the Dragon.

He's stopped.

Your family was on his itinerary.

Safe now.

You can go home again.

If there's any point.

Is there any point?

I like my life there.

It won't be the same.

You'll see it's not the same.

The unspoken knowledge will live with you, like unwanted company in the house.

Molly and I want it to be the same.

When life becomes maddeningly polite...

...think about me.

Think about me, Will, don't worry about me.

(sighing)

You turned yourself in so I would always know where you were.

You'd only do that if I rejected you.

Goodbye.

Will...

Was it good to see me?

Good?

No.

(loud bang)

(strangling sounds)

Do you think you can sit up?

Try to sit up.

You didn't break my back.

Your face is closed to me.

If I can see you, you can see me.

You think you understand, don't you?

"I understand "that blood and breath are only elements undergoing change to fuel your Radiance."

Hannibal said those words.

To me.

I wanted to share with Lecter, and Lecter betrayed me.

He betrayed me, too.

I would like to share.

You shared with Reba.

I shared with Reba a little, in a way that she could survive.

But you didn't change her.

I chose not to change her.

I'm stronger than the Dragon now.

Hannibal Lecter is who you need to change.

I want to meet Lecter.

How would I manage that?

The only teeth we found in the skull were Grandma's dentures.

And the upper part was made of vulcanite instead of acrylic like they use today.

No one's made vulcanite plates in fifty years.

Dolarhyde had a new acrylic set just like it made to fit him. Chinese manufacturer.

The new pair we found on the body.

Grandma's old yucky pair we found in his mouth.

Well, not his mouth, per se. We think it's a guy named Arnold Lang... he's missing.

Worked at a service station near Dolarhyde.

Found his car, but it had been wiped clean.

So Dolarhyde snuffs out Lang, takes the dead body back to the house, then does this whole thing with the blind lady, song and dance, "Will I shoot you? Won't I shoot you? I don't know."

"I can't stand to see you burn. Boo hoo!" And then blows Lang's head away with a twelve-gauge.

So the routine of hanging the key around his neck was to be sure she felt the body.

So she could tell us she certainly felt a body.

The Great Red Dragon lives.

The obvious thing is to get him to come to us.

Bait him with something he wants more than me.

He'd have to be an idiot to go for it.

I know. Want to hear what the best bait would be?

I'm not sure I want to.

Hannibal would be the best bait.

Why in God's name would anyone want to meet Hannibal Lecter?

To kill him, Jack.

The Dragon could absorb him that way, engulf him, become more than he is.

You sound pretty sure.

I'm not sure. Who's sure?

I'm not even sure Hannibal would draw the Dragon.

I just say that it's our best shot.

Set him up how?

We take Hannibal into federal custody.

We fake an escape.

(liquid splashing)

We assign a moment to decision.

What you propose is so thoughtless, I find it difficult to imagine that moment exists.

Decisions are made of kneaded feelings.

They're more often a lump than a sum.

However you think you're going to manipulate this situation to your advantage, think again.

There is no advantage.

It's all degrees of disadvantage.

"Who holds the Devil, let him hold him well. He will hardly be caught a second time."

(whispering): I don't intend Hannibal to be caught a second time.

Can't live with him. Can't live without him.

Is that what this is?

I guess this is my Becoming.

What you are "becoming" is pathological.

Extreme acts of cruelty require a high degree of empathy.

You've just found religion.

Nothing more dangerous than that.

I'd pack my bags if I were you, Bedelia.

Meat's back on the menu.

You righteous, reckless, twitchy little man.

He might as well cut all of our throats and be done with it.


Ready or not.

Here he comes.

Dr. Bloom.

You finally broke down and came to visit.

Your face did not change at all when you first looked at me.

Shock, in seeing me, is usually delayed.

I wanted to see you, Frederick.

I wanted to remind myself what Hannibal is capable of.

What Hannibal is capable of.

What Will Graham is capable of.

What you are capable of.

You... were the roper.

Too bad there was not enough rope for you to hang yourself with.

Just enough to hang me.

Who does Will Graham have you roping now?

Hannibal.

(strained laughing)

Tethers, if I had them, I would burn the man alive.

Though, maybe I would rather have his skin.

I've been getting grafts.

How I would love to count Hannibal among my donors.

You were never comfortable in your own skin, Frederick.

You wouldn't be comfortable in Hannibal's.

Are you?

There's a deal for you, Hannibal.

Or there could be.

A deal? With whom?

The FBI.

Jack couldn't ask me himself?

Jack doesn't know you as well as I do.

He thought if he asked you for help, you would just torment him.

Quite right, too.

How wise of Jack.

The Red Dragon faked his death.

Good for him.

Jack wants to fake your escape.

I release you into police custody.

And Jack uses you as bait.

Was it Will's idea?

Yes.

Yes. That worked out so well for Frederick Chilton.

Do please tell Frederick, if you see him, I wish a speedy convalescence and hope he won't be very ugly.

I've been on the phone for hours on your behalf, and this is what you get...

Any rational society would either kill me or give me my books.

If you cooperate in the capture of Francis Dolarhyde, you get your books, your drawings. Your toilet.

All privileges will be restored.

You trust Will with my well-being?

As much as I trust you with his.

You trust me with yours?

You intend to release me into police custody.

Police are not as wise as you are.

I might escape in earnest and come to kill you.

First chance you get, I assume.

You died in my kitchen, Alana, when you chose to be brave.

Every moment since is borrowed.

Your wife... your child... they belong to me.

We made a bargain for Will's life, and then I spun you gold.

Hannibal has tentatively agreed to the deal, as proposed.

What will it take to make him less tentative?

He wants Will to ask him.

And he wants you to say "please."

I'll say "pretty please."

Well, people are going to stampede if they think that Lecter is out.

Let them stampede.

Authenticity.

And let them believe I helped Hannibal escape.

Authenticity?

Someone has to be close.

When the Dragon comes.

And then?

We kill Dolarhyde.

And then... we kill Hannibal.

To the Devil his due.

I thought you said your good-byes.

We've one last good-bye between us.

You didn't just say good-bye, though, did you?

That little extra bit at the end.

What was that you said?

You'd never have turned yourself in unless I rejected you.

Yes. That extra bit.

I believe that's what they call a "mic drop."

You dropped the mic, Will, but here you are having to come back and pick it up again.

I knew you would keep running if I kept chasing you.

I knew you wanted me to know exactly where I could find you when I needed to.

And you did.

I need you, Hannibal.

Ding-dong. The Dragon's not dead.

He told you he wanted to meet you. Maybe that was a serious invitation.

After the big escape, you send a message to the Dragon in the personal ads, ask him for a rendezvous.

He won't go near a mail drop.

He might be curious enough to look at one, see if you sold him.

We chose a drop that can be watched only from a few places a long way off, and we'll stake out the observation points.

It sounds weak to you, even as you say it.

Secret Service has a setup they've never used.

They'll let us have it.

You're our best shot, Hannibal.

Please.

(sirens)

(tires screeching)

(banging and crashing)

(warped sirens)

(muffled shot)

(muffled shot)

He's not going to kill us here.

What he wants to do requires something a little more private.

What are you doing?

You know, Will, you worry too much.

(distant tires screeching)

You'd be much more comfortable if you relaxed with yourself.

Going my way?

(waves crashing)

The bluff is eroding.

There was more land when I was here with Abigail.

More land still when I was here with Miriam Lass.

Now you're here with me.

And the bluff is still eroding.

You and I are suspended over the roiling Atlantic.

Soon all of this will be lost to the sea.

(gentle piano plays)

You're playing games with yourself in the dark of the moon.

Wasn't surprising that I heard from the Great Red Dragon.

Was it surprising when you heard from him?

Yes and no.

You intend to watch him kill me?

I intend to watch him change you.

My compassion for you is inconvenient, Will.

If you're partial to beef products, it is inconvenient to be compassionate toward a cow.

Save yourself, kill them all?

I don't know if I can save myself.

Maybe that's just fine.

"No greater love hath man than to lay down his life for a friend."

He's watching us now.

I know.

(bursting)

(smashing)

Don't run. I'll catch you.

(heavy breathing)

Hello, Francis.

Hello, Dr. Lecter.

I'm so happy you chose life, Francis.

Suicide is the enemy.

You were seized by a fantasy world with the brilliance and freshness and immediacy of childhood.

It took you a step beyond alone.

I'm going to film your death, Dr. Lecter, as dying, you meld with the strength of the Dragon.

It's a glorious and rather discomforting idea.

Watching the film will be wonderful, but not as wonderful as the act itself.

(dramatic drums)

(grunting)

(gasping)

(crunch) (muffled yell)

(grunting)

(grunting)

(yelling)

(mellow music plays)

♪ Oh ♪
♪ The sky is ♪
♪ Tumbling from ♪
♪ Your eyes ♪
♪ So ♪
♪ So blind ♪
♪ A chase to end ♪
♪ All time ♪
♪ Seasons call and fall ♪
♪ From grace ♪
♪ A human ♪
♪ Fool ♪
♪ Anatomical ♪
♪ Metaphysical ♪

It really does look black in the moonlight.

(heavy breathing)

See.

This is all I ever wanted for you, Will.

For both of us.

(laughing softly) It's beautiful.

(heavy breathing)

♪ All the time ♪
♪ A blood red ♪
♪ Setting sun ♪
♪ Rushing through ♪
♪ My veins ♪
♪ Burning up ♪
♪ My skin ♪
♪ I will survive ♪
♪ Live and thrive ♪
♪ Win this ♪
♪ Deadly game ♪

♪ Love crime ♪
♪ Love crime ♪
♪ Love crime ♪
♪ I will survive ♪
♪ Live ♪
♪ And thrive ♪
♪ I will survive ♪
♪ I will ♪