Hannibal Lecter Transcripts: Hannibal S1E13

Will: I went to Minnesota. I took Abigail. We went to Minnesota. She didn't come back with me.

Hannibal: Show me.

Will: I don't remember going to bed last night. But I must have. Maybe I got up to let the dogs out and then...

Hannibal: When was the last time you saw Abigail?

Will: ...and my feet were muddy.

Hannibal: Will! When was the last time you saw Abigail?

Will: Yesterday. At her father's cabin. I had... an episode. She said something was wrong with me. She was afraid of me. And she ran away.

Hannibal: What happened? Why was she afraid?

Will: I hallucinated that I killed her. But it wasn't real. I know it wasn't real.

Hannibal: Will, we have to call Jack. You can't run from this. It will only be worse. Get dressed.

Hannibal: It seems hard to find words today. Ah... Despite the overwhelming evidence, I find myself searching for ways that Abigail could still be alive.

Bedelia: Grieving is an individual process with a universal goal, the truest examination of the meaning of life and the meaning of its end.

Hannibal: 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.

Bedelia: A hundred billion lives haven't impacted yours, but clearly Abigail Hobbs' life has and you seem surprised by that.

Hannibal: 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.

Bedelia: You were having influence on her?

Hannibal: I was hoping I was.

Bedelia: Young people are supposed to be the lenses through which we see ourselves living beyond this life.

Hannibal: 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.

Bedelia: Even after this loss?

Hannibal: More so after this loss.

Bedelia: Will Graham is a loss, too. You might grieve him as a loss.

Hannibal: I haven't given up on Will.

Bedelia: If they do find him guilty of killing Abigail Hobbs...

Hannibal: When. Let's be honest.

Bedelia: I don't recommend you participate in any rehabilitation effort.

Hannibal: I was so confident in my ability to help him, to solve him.

Bedelia: To save him.

Hannibal: Saving him, I lost Abigail. It's hard to accept that I could fail them both so profoundly.

Jack: He disarmed his guard. He threw the guard and the driver from the vehicle. We found the ambulance in an alley in Dumfries. These are not the actions of an innocent man.

Alana: They're the actions of a man who's impaired. I had Will draw a clock to test for cognitive dysfunction.

Hannibal: That is extreme. Now, this is the clock he drew for me two weeks ago. It's normal.

Alana: What disease progresses gradually but plateaus for lengths of time?

Hannibal: Will has periods of clarity. We've seen him lucid and aware one moment and then the next moment he's not.

Alana: Could be some form of encephalitis.

Hannibal: Auto-immune encephalitis?

Alana: It's hard to diagnose. There are no tumours. No lesions. It wouldn't even show up on a brain scan unless you were looking for it.

Jack: Look, just tell me if he could kill five people and not be aware of it. This doesn't feel like dementia. This is an intelligent psychopath. Look, this killer called the Hobbs' house, he warned Abigail's father.

Hannibal: I was with Will that entire time.

Jack: Did he have an opportunity to make a phone call?

Hannibal: Before we went to interview Garret Jacob Hobbs, he was alone in the office while I was outside loading the car with the files, but that was only for a few minutes.

Jack: Dumb luck and bad bookkeeping. That's how Will said he caught Hobbs. Now how would you say he caught him?

Hannibal: 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.

Jack: 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?

Alana: Yes.

Hannibal: Hello, Will. How are you feeling?

Will: Self aware.

Hannibal: You frightened Alana Bloom.

Will: She's confused about who I am... which I can relate to. Are you confused about who I am?

Hannibal: I'm not confused. I'm skeptical. Meaning I'm willing to change my mind should the evidence change.

Will: Do you believe I killed Abigail?

Hannibal: I believe it's entirely possible, if not nearly indisputable, based on how you discovered her ear.

Will: If it was just Abigail, I would've believed. I would've believed that I got so far inside Hobbs' head I couldn't get out.

Hannibal: But it wasn't just Abigail.

Will: I know who I am.

Hannibal: No. All sense of who you are has been distorted by your illness. You know who you are in this moment. That's not always the case, Will.

Will: I didn't kill any of them. And somebody is making sure that no one believes me.

Hannibal: If we're to prove you didn't commit these murders, perhaps we should consider how you could have. And then disprove that. If you are this killer, that identity runs through these events like a thread through pearls. Cassie Boyle would have been your first victim. You said her crime scene was practically gift-wrapped.

Will: It told me everything I needed to know to catch Garret Jacob Hobbs.

Hannibal: You had seen one of Hobbs' victims. You knew how he killed. You may have been exploring how he killed to better understand who he was.

Will: I wasn't in Minnesota when Cassie Boyle was murdered.

Hannibal: She disappeared on a Saturday. She was found on a Monday. You would've had the weekend to do your work.

Will: I know I didn't kill her.

Hannibal: How do you know? What did you think when you first met Marissa Schurr? How much like Abigail she was? Same height, same weight, hair colour, same age.

Will: How could I resist?

Hannibal: So much like his daughter. You may have wondered why Garret Jacob Hobbs didn't kill her himself. Dr Sutcliffe wasn't killed how Garret Jacob Hobbs killed. He was murdered how you imagined yourself murdering a woman only days before.

Will: How Georgia Madchen killed. She dreamt she saw me killing Sutcliffe. But she couldn't see my face. And then she was murdered.

Hannibal: You catch these killers by getting into their heads, but you also allow them into your own. I'm trying to help you, Will.

Will: Then take me to Minnesota. I want to see where Abigail died.

Will: Hello?

Hannibal: Will?

Will: Yes.

Hannibal: Will? We're here.

"Abigail: Are we gonna re-enact the crime? You be my dad. You be my mum. And you be the man on the phone."

Will: Are we gonna re-enact the crime?

Hannibal: If that would help you.

Hannibal: It's as if Abigail was supposed to die in this kitchen.

Will: Her throat was cut. She lost great gouts of blood. There's an unmistakable arterial spray.

Hannibal: They haven't found her body.

Will: Just the one piece.

Hannibal: If you were in Garret Jacob Hobbs' frame of mind when you killed her, they may never find her.

Will: Cause I honoured every part of her?

Hannibal: 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.

Will: I stared at Hobbs. And the space opposite me assumed the shape of a man filled with dark and swarming flies. Then I scattered them.

Hannibal: At a time when other men fear their isolation, yours has become understandable to you. You are alone because you are unique.

Will: I'm as alone as you are.

Hannibal: 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.

Will: I know who I am. I'm not so sure I know who you are any more. But I am certain one of us killed Abigail.

Hannibal: 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?

Will: I am who I've always been. The scales have just fallen from my eyes. I can see you now.

Hannibal: What do you see?

Will: You called here that morning. Abigail knew. And you kept her secrets until... Until what? Until she found out some of yours?

Hannibal: You said it felt good to kill Garret Jacob Hobbs. Would it feel good to kill me now?

Will: Garret Jacob Hobbs was a murderer. Are you a murderer, Dr Lecter?

Hannibal: What reason would I have?

Will: 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. Apparently, Dr Lecter... this is how I go.

Jack: Will? Easy.

(Jack shot Will.)

Will: See? You see?

Hannibal: The right hemisphere of his brain was inflamed. They've placed him in an induced sleep and they are treating him with antiviral and steroid therapies.

Jack: Is he responding?

Hannibal: More or less. He's expected to make a substantial recovery.

Jack: Would you have gone to Minnesota with him if he didn't have a gun on you?

Hannibal: I would have wanted to. I believe I've failed to satisfy my obligation to Will, more than I care to admit.

Jack: Well, he's not your victim, Doctor.

Hannibal: Nor is he yours.

Jack: You know, in my time I've seen people broken by the world. I've seen them broken in all kinds of hideous and offhanded ways but never like this. Never like this.

Hannibal: No one in this room will be the same.

Hannibal: Good evening.

Bedelia: Hello, Hannibal. Please come in.

Hannibal: Tête de Veau en Sauce Verte.

Bedelia: It smells like a bonfire.

Hannibal: I smoked the veal on a pyre of dry hay. It imparts a unique smouldering flavour to the meat and to the room.

Bedelia: This is an unexpected treat.

Hannibal: Thank you for indulging me.

Bedelia: You seemed like you needed to talk.

Hannibal: Since you refuse invitations to my dinner table, this is the only way I could cook for you.

Bedelia: What's on your mind, Hannibal?

Hannibal: I'm going to see Will tomorrow.

Bedelia: As a patient or as a friend?

Hannibal: As a farewell. Of sorts.

Bedelia: I thought Mr. Graham was finally going to be the patient who cost you your life.

Hannibal: He didn't cost me my life. He cost Abigail hers. Your veal is getting cold.

Bedelia: Controversial dish, veal.

Hannibal: Those who denounce veal often cite the young age at which the animals are killed, when they're in fact older than many pigs going to slaughter.

Bedelia: You have to be careful, Hannibal. They're starting to see your pattern.

Hannibal: What pattern would that be?

Bedelia: You develop relationships with patients who are prone to violence. That pattern. Under scrutiny, Jack Crawford's beliefs about you might start to unravel.

Hannibal: Tell me, Dr Du Maurier... have your beliefs about me begun to unravel?

Hannibal: Hello, Will.

Will: Hello, Dr Lecter.