03x07 - Digestivo

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Previously on Hannibal...

You won't be coming back here for a long time.

There's something reassuring about you eating Dr. Lecter.

It makes you the apex predator.

I am packing loads of viable sperm.

Stumbled across any viable uteruses?

Where is the polizia?

They're being bought by the same people that bought Rinaldo Pazzi.

Is your husband still in the city?

Hannibal: Chiyoh has always been very protective of me.

I've taken the liberty of giving you something to help you relax.

Jack was the first to suggest getting inside your head.

(sawing) (screaming)

(clattering)

(sawing)

(muffled screaming)

(heartbeat pounding)

(muffled bang)

(sawing stops)

Sono un ufficiale del FBI.

Ascoltami. Mi chiamo Jack Crawford.

(sound muffled) Sono un ufficiale dell' FBI!

Ascoltami! Ascoltami...

Ascoltami.

Commendator Benetti.

Don't imagine you're here to make an arrest.

No. You imagine correctly.

(grunt)

Take Lecter and this one. He'll pay us double for both.

There's no price on your head, Signor Crawford.

So...

Hannibal Lecter, il Mostro di Firenze, narrowly escapes La Questura.

That how the story goes?

Missed him by this much.

The good Doctor Lecter is once more in the wind.

But he left one last victim.

Open him the way Lecter opened the other one.

Open him all the way.

Arrivederci.

Arrivederci.

(saw whirring)

(muffled g*nsh*t)

Wrong floor.

Would you mind coming over here and pulling this needle out of my neck?

Where did they take them?

Did you do this?

Of course.

I appreciate it.

You're sitting at Hannibal's table. You know him.

You know Will.

I know them.

They are identically different, Hannibal and Will.

Where did they take them?

They are most likely taking them to the U.S. To Maryland.

I can even tell you the address once you've pulled this needle out of my neck.

Then what?

My "then what" consists of getting out of Florence alive, since I'm supposed to be dead... which puts me in no position to stop whatever it is you intend on starting.

(inhaling sharply)

Where?

Muskrat Farm.

The Verger estate near the Susquehanna River in northern Maryland.

(theme music playing)

(buzzing)

Pronto.

Dimmi tutto.

Mason has what he wants.

I think it's time you get what you want.

He has Hannibal.

He has Will, too.

Your brother is a sadist.

He'll t*rture them and take the time to enjoy it.

That gives us time.

There's a hush over Muskrat Farm, Cordell.

Like the quiet of the old Sabbath.

Smells like salvation.

Gentlemen, welcome to Muskrat Farm.

Your people might have assassinated me in Florence, Mason.

Where's the fun in that?

I still keep my father's Kn*fe, ever ready to slip into a pig's back to check the depth of the fat.

A little lean, I think.

Maybe we should fatten you up, shall we?

It is more trouble to move a semi-wild pig against its will than it is to kidnap a man.

Cordell: Pigs are harder to get hold of and big ones are stronger than a man.

There are the tusks to consider, if you want to maintain the integrity of your abdomen.

Something worth maintaining, Mr. Graham.

Tusked beasts instinctively disembowel.

At swine fairs, I've seen exotic pigs from all over the world.

You are the best of all that I've seen.

We are going to have some good, funny times, Dr. Lecter.

Sad news about Jack Crawford.

Appears Hannibal Lecter k*lled him in Florence.

I hope there is some satisfaction in being the final victim of the Chesapeake Ripper.

There will certainly be some notoriety.

The feces are flying again in Florence.

Jack Crawford is alive.

Well, that's disappointing.

He saw the snatch.

I trust you haven't betrayed doctor-patient confidentiality, Dr. Bloom.

Your trust hasn't been misplaced.

The FBI is going to catch the first squeal on the kidnapping.

The moment Jack Crawford set foot in Italy, I registered complaints with the local authorities, the sheriff, the U.S. Attorney's office, that he'd been harassing me, calling late at night with incoherent threats.

Of course he can't prove he didn't.

And it muddies the water.

Now you can head off a warrant.

There will be no warrant and there will be no warrant forthcoming.

I appreciate wanting to k*ll Hannibal Lecter and I'm not without benefit from that.

He can't make good on his promise to m*rder you if he's dead, now can he?

But he's not dead.

Play with your food, Mason, and you give it the opportunity to bite back.

Oh, I'm not playing, Dr. Bloom.

Hannibal is.

He's always playing.

(classical music playing)

I snatched Will Graham right out of your mouth. You must be famished.

There is an inescapable parallel between you and Jezebel, Mason.

Keen Bible student that you are, you'll recall dogs ate Jezebel's face, along with the rest of her.

Well, if Jezebel was right with the risen Jesus, the Riz would have provided her with a new face, as He has provided mine.

The transplant surgery is extremely skillful, which is why Cordell here will be performing the face-off.

Hello.

You boys remind me of that German cannibal who advertised for a friend and then ate him and his penis before he d*ed.

Tragedy being, the penis was overcooked.

Go to all that trouble to eat a friend and you overcook his penis.

They ate it anyway. They had to, they committed.

But they didn't enjoy it.

I'm committed to enjoying every bite of you.

You're going to eat him... with my face?

Yes. I got a taste for it after you two had me eat my nose.

You must be terribly proud that you could bring this off, It's dangerous to get exactly what you want.

What will you do after you've eaten me?

You could wreck some foster homes and torment some children?

No, I'll drink martinis made with tears.

But where, Mason, would the hard-core fun come from?

(clucking tongue)

It's foolish to dilute such ecstatic time as this with fears about the future.

Uh, Cordell, Mr. Graham is looking very dry.

A little moisturizer, please.

I'm curious, what will be the first cuts of me you'll serve?

The first course, of course, will be your hands and feet, sizzling on a Promethean barbecue.

The coal is white and very hard, makes a clear ringing sound when struck.

You've thought of everything.

And after that, we'll have a little pajama party, you and I. You can be in shorties by then.

Cordell is going to keep you alive for a very long time.

(screaming)

(flesh tearing)

Well, no pajama party for you, Mr. Graham. We're gonna feed you to the pigs as soon as Cordell has removed your face... in a much more civilized fashion than you just tried to remove his.

(sizzling)

Mason would've preferred to brand your face.

He fought bravely and with his own funds against the Humane Slaughter Act, and managed to keep face-branding legal.

It's very important to Mason that I have the pig's experience.

Mason has done beautiful things with these creatures. Hm!

Very special.

Truly visionary.

He has a wealth of information and resources in his faceless skull.

The longer you're respectful, the longer you'll keep your tongue.

And when I do lose my tongue?

I'll boil it and slice it very thin, marinate it in olive oil, garlic, parsley and vinegar.

Simple and clean... and delicious.

Have they told you the drill?

The drill is, in a few hours, I'll come down here and remove all you've got below the elbows and knees.

I'll keep you going with IVs and tourniquets until the very last.

Some things are best saved for last.

Once you're dead, I'll prepare your loins and ribs, aged.

Meats are aged not only for tenderness, but mainly for flavour.

And flavours change.

Every day I'll feed Mason some new part of you.

And don't you worry, Dr. Lecter, you will always be cooked to perfection.

I think I might feed the eel some delicacy of Lecter... his genitals, perhaps.

How long have you and Dr. Bloom been an item?

Not long.

Longer than that, Cordell says.

Does Dr. Bloom want children?

I'm sure you've had a chance to check under the hood by now.

How's the uterus, intact?

Are the hips childbearing? Roomy?

Land the plane, Mason.

Oh, you've got a big surprise coming to you, Margot.

Would it spoil anything for you if I told you I've already found us a surrogate?

Not for my sperm, but for your eggs.

I don't have any.

You took them.

I most certainly did, but I didn't Humpty-Dumpty them, I just went and found them a new basket.

I told you I wanted to give you a Verger baby, our own baby.

Yours and mine. Well...

Mostly yours.

Where's the surrogate, Mason?

She's resting at the moment.

She's here?

She's on the farm.

I want to see her.

Well, first, I think you need to prepare yourself psychologically.

I mean, this is going to be a very emotional experience for you, Margot.

I have to think about appropriate timing.

Don't think too long, smiley.

(Chair clicking)

Oh! That's the spirit, Margot!

Your maternal instinct is revving up.

I love it.

What are you doing here?

I'm Mason Verger's psychiatrist.

Oh...

That part of his therapy or yours?

I think we're all working through some issues.

I'm putting an emphasis on self-preservation.

Jack's alive.

Good for Jack.

You helped Mason Verger find us.

I helped Mason find Hannibal.

We followed Bâtard-Montrachet when we should have just followed you.

Almost as ugly as what Mason wants to do to us is the fact that he can do it with the tacit agreement of people sworn to uphold the law.

I was trying to get to Hannibal before you.

I knew you couldn't stop yourself, so I had to try.

By facilitating t*rture and death.

I can abide the thought of Hannibal tortured, not necessarily to death.

I'd say he has it coming, wouldn't you?

Or maybe you wouldn't.

What did you think would happen?

I thought Jack Crawford and the FBI would come to the rescue.

But the finer details of what I thought would happen have evolved.

Then you have to evolve, Alana.

You have to spill blood.

Either by your own hand or... someone else's.

Buonasera, signor.

Buonasera, Signorina Verger.

(Pigs grunting)

Thank you for coming, Margot.

Hasn't been that long since I treated you.

Have you started taking the chocolate, as Mason likes to say, after you fought him for so long?

Are we in therapy now?

You tell me.

Mason promised to give something back to me.

Something that he stole.

There was a surrogate all along.

It's a Verger baby.

It's my baby.

Mason will deny you.

He will always deny you.

You know you'll have to k*ll him.

You saying you'd do it for me?

I could never trust you.

No, of course not.

But you could trust me never to deny that I did it.

It would actually be more therapeutic for you to k*ll him yourself.

You'll remember I recommended that in session.

Wait until I could get away with it, you said.

What difference would one more m*rder charge make to me?

I'm the only other suspect you've got.

You can do it when it suits you, and I'll write a letter gloating about how much I enjoyed k*lling him myself.

Buonasera.

He has a pocketknife.

I was trying to save Will from you, but right now, you're the only one who can save him.

Promise me you'll save him.

Please.

I promise.

And I always keep my promises, Alana.

Just cut the ropes on one arm, give me the Kn*fe and leave.

I can do the rest.

Are you going to k*ll Mason?

Margot is.

Snatch some of my hair... back from the hairline, if you don't mind.

Get some skin.

Put it in Mason's hand after he's dead.

Could I have ever understood you?

No.

(tearing)

(heart monitor beeping)

Now, Cordell told me if I waited long enough, he could grow me a new face from my own cells.

But I was adamant it was your face I wanted.

I was looking at your face while you were watching me cut mine off and I thought, "Oh, that's a nice face."

You're going under now, Mr. Verger.

When you wake up, your face will be bound and uncomfortable.

Have you accepted Jesus, Mr. Graham?

Do you have faith?

I do. I'm free!

Hallelujah!

This will immobilize your body, but you'll feel everything.

I'm going to cut off your face without anesthesia, Mr. Graham.

Is he alive?

There's no fetal heartbeat.

Take it out. Take it out!

You'll be sure to let me know if this hurts, won't you?

(laboured breathing)

Cordell?

Cordell!

CORDELL!

(silenced sh*t)

CORDELL!

Cordell!

Hi, Mason.

What the hell is going on out there? Where's Cordell?

Cordell's dead.

They're all dead out there.

Hannibal got away.

Well, get on the horn to Washington and get four of those bastards with g*ns up here now! Send the helicopter!

I found your surrogate, Mason.

Your surrogate, Margot.

I promised you I'd give you a Verger baby.

I'm taking what you promised me.

I've got everything I need from you now.

You can't k*ll me, Margot.

You'll lose everything.

"In the absence of an heir, the sole beneficiary is the Southern Baptist Church."

But there is going to be an heir, Mason.

A Verger baby.

Yours, mine...

Mostly yours.

Do you know what happens if we stimulate your prostate gland with a cattle prod?

Hannibal does.

He helped us milk you.

Ah, you're dead, Dr. Bloom.

No, Mason. We all are.

Didn't you know that?

But these aren't.

(grunting)

Will you go home?

Can you go home?

No more than you can.

Would you watch over me?

I will.

Not in a cage.

Some beasts shouldn't be caged.

Your obsessive and successful hunt, whose plight was it driven by? Mine?

Yours?

Mischa's.

Did you eat her?

Yes.

But I did not k*ll her.

The most stable elements, Chiyoh, appear in the middle of the periodic table, roughly between iron and silver.

Between iron and silver...

I think that's appropriate for you.

(door creaking)

(sighing)

Do we talk about teacups and time and the rules of disorder?

The teacup's broken.

It's never going to gather itself back together again.

Not even in your mind?

Your memory palace is building. It's... full of new things.

It shares some rooms with my own.

I've discovered you there, victorious.

When it comes to you and me, there can be no decisive victory.

We are in zero-sum game?

I miss my dogs.

I'm not going to miss you.

(sighing)

I'm not going to find you.

I'm not going to look for you.

I don't want to know where you are or what you do.

I don't want to think about you anymore.

You delight in wickedness and then berate yourself for the delight.

You delight.

I tolerate.

I don't have your appetite.

Goodbye, Hannibal.

(door closing)

He's gone, Jack.

Jack!

I'm here.

You finally caught the Chesapeake Ripper, Jack.

I didn't catch you, you surrendered.

I want you to know exactly where I am and where you can always find me.

Cuff him.

Put him in my car.

Sorry but I'm just surprised to see you back. Welcome back.

Two families k*lled in their homes a month apart similar circumstances.

Not similar, the same.

People have d*ed.

I always keep my promises.

I have to see Hannibal.