03x09 - ...And the Woman Clothed with the Sun

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Previously on Hannibal...

man: The novelty of Hannibal Lecter has waned.

This fellow, there is something so universal about what he does.

This freak is in phase with the moon.

We might have a little more than three weeks before he does it again.

Will: I don't think about this anymore. I don't think I can be any use to you, Jack.

Jack: Is there an opinion that you want, Will?

Will: I have to see Hannibal.

(Lecter sniffing)

That's the same atrocious aftershave you wore in court.

Hello, Dr. Lecter.

Hello, Will.

Did you get my note?

I got it. Thank you.

Did you read it before you destroyed it?

Or did you simply toss it into the nearest fire?

I read it... and then I burnt it.

And you came anyway.

I'm glad you came.

My other callers are all... professional.

Banal psychiatrists and grasping second-raters.

Pencil lickers.

I want you to help me, Dr. Lecter.

Yes, I thought so.

Are we no longer on a first-name basis?

I'm more comfortable the less personal we are.

(Lecter sniffing)

I smell dogs... and pine and oil beneath that shaving lotion.

It's something a child would select, isn't it?

Is there a child in your life, Will?

I gave you a chance if you recall.

I came about Chicago and Buffalo.

You've read about it.

I've read the papers.

I can't clip them. They won't let me have scissors.

Of course.

You want to know how he's choosing them?

Thought you would have some ideas.

You just came here to look at me.

Came to get the old scent again. (Hannibal sniffing)

Why don't you just smell yourself?

Uh...

I expected more of you, Doctor.

That routine... is old hat.

Whereas you are a new man.

Are you a good father, Will?

Let me have the file.

An hour, and we can discuss it like old times.

Thank you.

Family values may have declined over the last century, but we still help our families when we can.

You're family, Will.

How many people have you k*lled?

Many more than your father.

Are you going to k*ll me?

I'm so sorry, Abigail.

I'm sorry I couldn't protect you in this life.

Blood rituals involve a symbolic death, and then a rebirth.

As with all things in the natural world, you'll adapt now and mutate later.

Evolve or die.

Even if you know the state of who you are today, you can't predict who you'll be tomorrow.

You're defined up to now, not beyond.

How would you have done it... if you were going to do it?

How would I have m*rder*d you?

I would have cut your throat like your father did.

But you're not my father.

You accepted your father... would it be so difficult to accept me?

I don't know if it would be smart.

We don't get wiser as we get older, Abigail, but we do learn to avoid or raise a certain amount of hell, depending on which we prefer.

I'll need to collect some flesh.

Not a pound, only a piece.

Something you can live without.

You mean, like a finger?

I couldn't bear to take your fingers, not even one.

They're so lovely.

And I was hoping to teach you how to play the harpsichord.

That's enough for now.

This will approximate the amount of pressure.

Blood leaves the body at a gallop and then a stumble.

Are you ready to die, Abigail?

Yes.

Can I push the button?

Yes.

(Abigail sighing)

Abigail Hobbs is dead.

Long live Abigail Hobbs.

(theme music)

It's good to see you looking so well, Will.

But I can't help wishing you weren't here.

Wishing and hoping.

How did it feel to see him again?

(sigh) Like...

Hannibal was looking through to the back of my skull.

Felt like a fly flitting around back there.

I had the absurd feeling that he walked out with me.

Had to stop outside the doors, look around, make sure I was alone.

I know that feeling.

Well, at least, Jack Crawford is pleased.

(Will chuckling)

He showed me pictures of the families.

I looked at Molly and Walter, and I couldn't say no.

And Jack was counting on it.

(Will sighing) Haha!

Still with Margot?

Yes.

We have a baby.

A Verger baby.

Haha!

A son.

Oh... good for Margot.

Good for me. I carried him.

He's my son.

He's the Verger heir.

So... what are you doing here?

There are only five doors between Hannibal and the outside... and I have the keys to all of them.

Hannibal's never been... great with boundaries.

"He who sups with the Devil needs a long spoon."

I'm not letting him in, Alana.

Don't worry about me.

I'm not just worried about you.

Last time, it didn't end with you.

(Lecter sniffing)

This is a very shy boy, Will.

I would love to meet him.

I'm sure you would.

Have you considered the possibility that he's d*sfigured?

Or that he may believe he's d*sfigured?

That's interesting.

That's not interesting.

You thought of that before.

He smashed all the mirrors in the houses, not just enough to get the pieces he wanted.

These shards are set so he can see himself in Mrs Jacobi's eyes.

Could you see yourself in their eyes, Will?

k*lling them all?

The first small bond to the k*ller itches and stings like a leech.

Like you, Will... he needs a family to escape what's inside him.

You know a fair amount about how these families d*ed.

How they lived is how he chooses them.

How is he choosing them?

How did you choose yours?

Ready-made wife and child to serve your needs.

A stepson or daughter...

A stepson absolves you of any biological blame.

You know better than to breed.

Can't pass on those terrible traits you fear the most.

Why are there no descriptions of the grounds?

I see floor plans, diagrams of the rooms where death occurred.

What were the yards like?

Big... fenced, with trees. Why?

If this pilgrim feels a special relationship with the moon, he might like to go outside and look at it, before he tidies himself up.

If one were nude, say, it would be better to have outdoor privacy for that sort of thing.

One must show some consideration for the neighbours.

Have you ever seen blood in the moonlight, Will?

It appears quite black.

(camera clicking)

You've come to wag your finger?

I love a good finger-wagging.

Yes, you do.

How is Margot?

Your cogs are turning, Hannibal.

I can hear them clicking.

softly: Click, click, boom.

I don't know what you're planning with Will Graham, but you're planning something.

Why wouldn't you be?

You've already cracked the lid, can't resist peeling it back.

Will came to me.

Yes, he did.

I advised him against it.

I'm sure.

Are you suggesting I don't have Will's best interests in my mind?

I'm stating it as fact.

You've got Will dressed up in moral dignity pants... nothing is his fault.

I've been courteous... and you have been receptive to courtesy.

But these niceties are conditional, and the conditions are non-negotiable.

I must behave myself.

I know what you're afraid of.

It's not pain or solitude.

It's indignity.

You're a little bit like a cat that way.

I'll take your books.

I'll take your drawings.

I'll take your toilet.

You'll have nothing but indignity... and the company of the dead.

We have a basic affinity for our family.

We can detect each other from smell alone.

You recognize this?

My father made it... out of bone.

Your father never wished for anything but your happiness.

My father cut my throat.

Out of love.

That wasn't love.

Every family loves differently.

Every love is unique.

You deny your love for your father because of what it might mean about you.

Can you smell him here, Abigail?

(Abigail sniffing)

Yes.

This is what your father is.

This is all of him now.

This is what death has reduced him to.

All that's left is honesty.

Can you be honest with me now?

He was as good to me as he knew how to be.

Hunting with him was the best time I ever had.

Yes.

A fine definition of love.

You have to allow yourself to love him the way he loved you.

What you need of your father is here, in your head... (Abigail shivering) and subject to your judgement, not his.

(Abigail shivering)

Never be ashamed of who you are, Abigail.

Found it behind the Jacobis' garage.

Flower between its paws, wrapped in a dish towel, strangled.

Son of a bitch.

OK... Seems like you're more upset about the cat than you were about the children, but...

I'm particularly fond of cats, I'm not particularly fond of children.

What about the Leeds' dog?

It was punctured in the abdomen.

Vet worked on him. He should be OK.

They thought he was sh*t, but they didn't find a b*llet.

They thought he was stabbed with an ice pick or an awl.

The son of a bitch.

So now he feels compelled to hurt the victims' pets before he comes to k*ll the family?

It eliminates an early -warning system.

Case the place, k*ll the pet, then the family.

We should send a private bulletin to veterinarians and animal shelters, asking for immediate report of animal mutilation.

Chicago and Buffalo are four states apart; nothing's been found to link these two families.

What do they have in common?

They were both happy.

(clanging)

I sat here, and I watched them.

Now, are you just keeping America clean or is that evidence?

You're trespassing, Freddie.

I was trespassing before the blood dried. When did they call you in?

I'm not talking to you.

We're co-conspirators, Will.

I d*ed for you and your cause.

You didn't die enough.

You came into my hospital room while I was sleeping, flipped back the covers and snapped a photo of my temporary colostomy bag.

Covered your junk with a black box.

A big black box. You're welcome.

You called us m*rder husbands.

You did run off to Europe together.

How does the Tooth Fairy compare with Hannibal Lecter?

Haven't seen anything like this since the m*ssacre at Muskrat Farm.

Funny thing about that m*ssacre: not only did Dr. Bloom survive, she got rich.

Lecter's living in the lab under her care.

What kind of arrangement do you suppose they have?

Complicated arrangement.

Couldn't be more complicated than your relationship with Hannibal.

You paid him a visit?

Before you lie, know that I know you did.

Goodbye, Freddie.

"Federal manhunters, "stymied in their search for the Tooth Fairy, have turned to the most savage k*ller in captivity for help. 'It takes one to catch one, ' a federal official told this reporter."

"Takes one to catch one"?

You're referring to Hannibal Lecter or me?

I'll let my readers decide.

If you're smart, you'd use me.

All psychopaths are narcissists; they love to read about themselves.

(knocking on door)

Come on in. (shuffling)

(door opening)

I'm Francis...

Dolarhyde.

Same Mr. D who sends the rockets when the requisitions are wrong?

The very one.

Put your back against the door.

Come forward three steps until you feel the tile under your feet. There'll be a stool on your right. I'll just put this stuff in the black hole.

I was gonna...

Do you think I could have a plum?

Sure. They're really good.

I need to ask a favour.

In addition to the plum?

In addition to the plum.

I need... some... infra-red movie film.

Hot, sensitive up around... one thousand nanometers.

Better off sh**ting digital.

Oh, I'm not a fan of that format.

Nobody around here is.

I'm sh**ting at... maybe... eight feet.

I wanna photograph the nocturnal animals at the zoo.

The more sensitive the film, the meaner it is to handle.

You get in the coolers, dry ice, all that.

Do you plan to process it yourself?

Uh-huh.

Got to be total darkness.

Can't even wear infra-red goggles.

They'll give off radiation and cloud the film.

I'm happy to do it for you, if you want.

Privacy guaranteed.

(Francis chuckles softly.)

Thank you for the offer.

(cane tapping the ground)

(cane tapping the ground)

(cane tapping the ground)

Miss McClane.

Mr. D.

Can I give you a ride home?

Thank you. I take the bus all the time; you don't need to worry about me.

I'm not worried.

Ride with me... for my... pleasure.

Come in, and I'll give you a drink.

So... how long have you been at Gateway?

Three months.

I trained newly blind people for ten years after I finished school.

This is my first job on the outside.

Outside... of what?

The inside.

I was training people to live in the sighted world; I didn't live in it myself.

Thought I'd get out, knock around a little.

I wanted to go into speech therapy for speech-and-hearing- impaired children.

I expect I'll go back to that, one of these days.

Do you cook?

Uh-huh.

How about coffee?

Uh-huh.

Let's talk about something for a minute and get it out of the way.

You haven't said anything since I mentioned speech therapy.

I understand you because you speak very well and because I listen.

People don't pay attention.

If you don't want to talk, OK, but I hope that you do talk because you can and because I'm interested in what you have to say.

Uh-huh.

That's good.

Here's what I like, Francis.

I've felt no sympathy from you.

I like that.

Sympathy feels like spit on my cheek.

And I don't do self-pity.

May I touch your face?

I just want to know if you're smiling or frowning.

I wanna know whether to just shut up or not.

(small chuckle)

Trust me...

I'm smiling.

(sigh)

Hello, hotshot.

You doing some good?

Nothing you'd notice.

I'm lonesome.

Hmm... Me too.

I'm feeling Randy.

Me too.

Randy's our new dog.

Oh, hell. (Will laughing)

Randy's got huge balls.

Never mind about his balls.

They almost drag on the ground.

He has to retract them when he runs.

(Will laughing)

Can you retract yours?

I retracted them once when I was a kid.

Had to clear a barbed-wire fence, carrying a stolen watermelon.

(Molly laughing)

Criminal mind even at that age.

I don't have a criminal mind.

Of course you don't.

We have a new... new dog.

Newer than Randy?

Yeah. Belonged to one of the families.

There was no one... left to claim her, so I claimed her.

You're a very sweet man.

I love you, and I miss you, and you're doing the right thing.

It's costing you too, I know that.

I'm here... and I'll be here whenever you come home.

Good night, Molly.

(silent scream)

(gasping)

As I live and breathe, I thought I'd seen the last of you, Jack.

Dr. Lecter.

You're dressing younger.

Have you taken up some sport you enjoy with a new partner?

Tennis, maybe?

You've taken up your sport with an old partner.

I wrote Will a note... warning him you'd come calling.

Yes, I read your note before my office forwarded it to Will.

To whet his appetite or yours?

You've placed him back in the pot, and you're letting him cook.

We're all in this stew together, Doctor.

It would be more honest if you ate his brain right out of his skull.

And you're nothing if not honest.

This shy boy has already seen Will.

He already knows his name.

Are you chumming the waters, Jack?

It takes one to catch one.

It takes two to catch one.

Will has never been more effective than he is with you inside his head.

I agree, but don't think you can persuade me to play along with appeals to my intellectual vanity.

I don't think I'll persuade you, Doctor.

You'll either play, or you won't.

Bella used to say your face was all scars, if you knew how to look.

There's always room for a few more.

How much room does Will have, Jack?

(phone ringing)

Hello?

(static)

Man: They know.

They're coming.

Are we going?

We're waiting for Will.

It's important that he sees you.

I want you two to be together.

They'll catch us if we stay.

I'm on my honor to look after you, Abigail.

You have to look after me, too.

We have to protect each other in these new lives we create.

I want you to go upstairs and wait.

For what?

Hunting with your father was the best time you've ever had... now you're going to hunt with me.

It's your attorney.

Thank you.

Hello?

Man: Hello, Dr. Lecter.

I wanted to tell you that I am delighted that you have taken an interest in me.

I don't believe you would tell them who I am, even if you knew.

The important thing... is what I am becoming.

I knew, you alone would understand this.

Tell me.

What are you becoming?

The Great...

Red Dragon.