Hannibal Lecter Transcripts: Hannibal S1E3

Jack: I got seven families waiting. No, let me rephrase: Demanding that we find whatever’s left of their daughters. Abigail Hobbs may be the only person who knows the truth.

Alana: You can’t ask her right now, Jack. We have to create a safe place for her first or you won’t get any answers.

Jack: I respect your sympathy for her, Dr. Bloom. I hope one day you’ll appreciate my lack of it.

Alana: You really think Abigail Hobbs helped her father kill those girls?

Jack: I think it’s a possibility that needs to be ruled out. If Abigail didn’t help her father, maybe she knows who did.

Hannibal: How was she when you saw her?

Alana: Surprisingly practical.

Jack: Suspiciously practical?

Hannibal: I would suggest you can be practical without being a murderer.

Alana: I think she’s hiding something.

Hannibal: It may simply be her trauma.

Alana: Yeah, it could also be more. She has a penchant for manipulation. Withheld information to gain information. She demonstrated only enough emotions to prove she had them.

Jack: You beginning to appreciate my lack of sympathy?

Hannibal: You said it may be more than trauma yet you question her involvement in the murders the father committed.

Alana: What I’m questioning is her state of mind.

Jack: I want Will Graham to talk to her.

Alana: Jack! Not yet!

Jack: You are not Will Graham’s psychiatrist, Dr. Bloom. Dr. Lecter is.

Will: Garrett Jacob Hobbs the, uh, Minnesota shrike, abducted and murdered eight girls over an eight month period. Each of them had the same hair color, same eye color, same age, same height, same weight as his daughter Abigail. There was a ninth victim who also fit Abigail Hobbs’s profile, but Garrett Jacob Hobbs didn’t murder her. The killer who did wanted us to know he wasn’t the Minnesota shrike. He was better than that. He is an intelligent psychopath. He is a sadist. He will never kill like this again. So how do we catch him?

Hannibal: Giving a lecture on Hobbs’s copycat?

Jack: Well, we need whatever good minds we can get on this.

Will: 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? Before Garrett Jacob Hobbs murdered his wife and attempted to do the same to his daughter, he received an untraceable call. I believe the as-yet unidentified caller was our copycat killer.

Abigail: How did they catch him?

Freddie: A man named Will Graham. Works for the FBI but isn’t FBI. He captures insane men because he can think like them. Because he is insane.

Will: Would you excuse us, please? I'm Special Agent Will Graham.

Freddie: By Special Agent he means not really an agent. He didn’t get past the screening process. Too unstable.

Hannibal: I really must insist you leave the room.

Will: Abigail, this is Dr. Lecter. Do you remember us?

Abigail: I remember you. You killed my dad.

Hannibal: You’ve been in bed for days, Abigail. Why don’t we have a walk?

Will: I’m sorry we couldn’t save your mother. We did everything we could but she was already gone.

Abigail: I know. I saw him kill her. He was loving right up until the second he wasn’t. Kept telling me he was sorry, to just hold still. He was gonna make it all go away.

Will: 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.

Abigail: It’s not all I brought out in him. I’m gonna be messed up. Aren’t I? I’m worried about nightmares.

Hannibal: We’ll help you with the nightmares.

Will: There’s no such thing as getting used to what you experienced. It bothers me a lot. I worry about nightmares too.

Abigail: So killing somebody, even if you have to do it, it feels that bad?

Will: It’s the ugliest thing in the world.

Abigail: I wanna go home.

Freddie: Special Agent Graham. I never formally introduced myself. I’m Freddie Lounds.

Will: Are you trying to salvage this joke from the mouth of madness?

Freddie: Please. Let me apologize for my behavior in there. It was sloppy and misguided and hurtful.

Hannibal: Miss Lounds. Now is not the time.

Freddie: Look, you and I may have our own reasons for being here, but I also think we both genuinely care about what happens to Abigail Hobbs.

Will: You told her I was insane.

Freddie: I can undo that.

Will: You help Abigail see me as more than her father’s killer and I help you with online ad sales?

Freddie: I can undo what I said. I can also make it a lot worse.

Will: Miss Lounds It’s not very smart to piss off a guy who thinks about killing people for a living.

Jack: “It isn’t 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.

Hannibal: I trust Will to speak for himself.

Jack: Evidently you shouldn’t.

Alana: I’m just happy the story wasn’t about Abigail Hobbs.

Jack: Well, then it’s a victory. (Sighing) So, Abigail Hobbs wants to go home. Let’s take her home.

Alana: What Abigail wants and what she needs are different things. Taking her out of a controlled environment would be reckless.

Jack: You said she was practical.

Will: That could just mean she has a dissociative disorder.

Alana: You take her home, she may experience intense emotions, respond aggressively, or re-enact some aspect of the traumatic event without even realizing it.

Jack: Where do you weigh in on this, doctor?

Hannibal: Dr. Bloom is right. But there is a scenario where revisiting the trauma event could help Abigail heal and actually prevent denial.

Jack: Then we have a difference of opinion. Therefore, I am going to choose the opinion that best serves my agenda. I need to know if you’re right about the copycat, Will.

Alana: We have no way of knowing what’s waiting for her when she goes home.

Abigail: Can you catch somebody’s crazy?

Alana: Folie à deux.

Abigail: What?

Alana: It’s a French psychiatric term. Madness shared by two.

Hannibal: One cannot be delusional if the belief in question is accepted as ordinary by others in that person’s culture or subculture. Or family.

Abigail: My dad didn’t seem delusional. He was a perfectionist.

Will: Your dad left hardly any evidence.

Abigail: Is that why you let me come home? To find evidence?

Hannibal: It was one of many considerations.

Abigail: Are we gonna re-enact the crime? You be my dad, you be my mom, and you be the man on the phone.

Alana: Abigail, we wanted you to come home to help you leave home behind.

Abigail: You’re not gonna find any of those girls, you know?

Will: What makes you say that?

Abigail: He would honor every part of them. He used to make plumbing putty out of elk’s bones. Whatever bones are left of those girls are probably holding pipes together.

Hannibal: Where did he make this putty?

Abigail: At the cabin. I can show you tomorrow.

Will: He’s gone. You’ve never seen him before?

Abigail: No.

Will: Let’s go back to hotel. We will go to the carbin tomorrow.

Hannibal: We should report this, yes?

Will: Yes.

Abigail: He cleaned everything. He said he was afraid of germs, but I guess he was just afraid of getting caught.

Will: No one else ever came here with your dad except you.

Abigail: He made everything by himself. Glue, butter he sold the pelts on eBay or in town. He’d make pillows. No parts went to waste. Otherwise it was murder. He was feeding them to us. Wasn’t he?

Hannibal: It’s very likely.

Abigail: Before he cut my throat, he told me he killed those girls so he wouldn’t have to kill me.

Alana: You’re not responsible for anything your father did, Abigail.

Abigail: If he would’ve just killed me, none of those other girls would be dead.

Alana: We don’t know that.

Will: Do you think she knew the guy down by the stream?

Hannibal: Somebody’s brother.

Will: Not somebody. Abigail said he asked if she helped her dad take his sister’s lungs while she was alive.

Hannibal: The young woman on the stag head.

Will: Cassie Boyle had a brother, Nicholas. But Garrett Jacob Hobbs didn’t kill Cassie Boyle.

Hannibal: I know. Garrett Jacob Hobbs would’ve honored every part of her.

Jack: You brought Abigail Hobbs back to Minnesota to find out if she was involved in her father’s murders and another girl dies.

Will: Yep, scraped his knuckle on her teeth. There’s foreign tissue and what could be trace amounts of blood.

Jack: You said that this copycat was an intelligent psychopath, Will. That there would be no traceable motive, no pattern. He wouldn’t kill again this way. You said it.

Will: I may have been wrong about that.

Jack: Yes, because Garrett Jacob Hobbs never struck his victims. Why would the copycat do it?

Hannibal: I think he was provoked. Nicholas Boyle murdered this girl and his own sister.

Jack: With or without Abigail Hobbs?

Will: Without.

Jack: Well, do you think that Abigail Hobbs knew Nicholas or Cassie Boyle?

Will: No.

Jack: You don’t think she knew them or don’t wanna think that she knew them?

Will: She said she didn’t know them.

Jack: (sighs) Dr. Bloom says that Abigail has a penchant for, uh, manipulation. Is she manipulating you, Will?

Hannibal: Agent Crawford.

Jack: Look, he said he was wrong about the copycat killer. I want to know what else he’s wrong about.

Will: Whoever killed the girl on the field killed this girl, I’m right about that. He knew exactly how to mount the body. Wound patterns are almost identical to Cassie Boyle. Same design, the same humiliation.

Hannibal: Abigail Hobbs is not a killer. But she could be the target of one.

Jack: I think it’s time that Abigail Hobbs left home permanently. Doctor, would you be good enough to collect Abigail and all of her belongings and escort her out of Minnesota, please? Not you, Will. I want you here.

Freddie: Abigail!

Hannibal: Miss Lounds. You’re on the wrong side of the police line.

Freddie: I’ve been covering the Minnesota shrike long before you got involved. I wanna help you tell your story. You need me now more than ever.

Abigail: I wanna talk to her.

Alana: No you don’t. Go inside.

Freddie: I’m not the only one lurking about the Hobbs house peeking in windows. You really should monitor those police lines more carefully.

Hannibal: Have you seen a young man, mid-20s, ginger hair? Unwashed.

Freddie: I’ll tell you if I saw him if you tell me why it’s important.

Alana: Abigail? Abigail?

Hannibal: She’ll be all right. Abigail? Show me what happened.

Abigail: He was gonna kill me.

Hannibal: Was he? This isn’t self-defense, Abigail. You butchered him.

Abigail: I didn’t.

Hannibal: They will see what you did and they’ll see you as an accessory to the crimes of your father.

Abigail: I wasn’t.

Hannibal: 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.

Hannibal: Hello, Abigail.

Abigail: How did you know it was me?

Hannibal: Hospital called. You climbed over the wall. Where else were you to go? Home’s no longer an option. Come down from there.

Abigail: I don’t want to go to sleep.

Hannibal: You can’t anticipate your dreams. Can’t block them, can’t repress.

Abigail: I didn’t honor any part of him so it’s just murder, isn’t it?

Hannibal: Most would argue self-defense.

Abigail: Then why not tell the truth?

Hannibal: Most would argue. There would still be those who would say you were taking after your father.

Abigail: You’re glad I killed him.

Hannibal: What would be the alternative? That he killed you?

Abigail: I didn’t know if he was going to.

Hannibal: No, you don’t.

Abigail: You’re the one who called the house. You talked to my dad before... What did you say to him?

Hannibal: A simple conversation, ascertaining if he was home for an interview. Then why not tell the truth?

Abigail: I think you called the house as a serial killer. Just like my dad.

Hannibal: I’m nothing like your dad. I made a mistake. Something easily misconstrued. Not unlike yourself.

Hannibal: I’ll keep your secret.

Abigail: And I’ll keep yours.

Hannibal: No more climbing walls, Abigail.