Hannibal Lecter Transcripts: Hannibal S1E5

Hannibal: Although I may be, is it safe to assume you're not sleepwalking now?

Will: Sorry it's so early.

Hannibal: Never apologize for coming to me. Office hours are for patients. My kitchen is always open to friends. Onset of sleepwalking in adulthood is less common than in children.

Will: Could it be a seizure?

Hannibal: I'd argue good old-fashioned post-traumatic stress. Jack Crawford has gotten your hands very dirty.

Will: I wasn't forced back into the field.

Hannibal: I wouldn't say "forced". "Manipulated" would be the word I'd choose.

Will: I can handle it.

Hannibal: Somewhere between denying horrible events and calling them out lies the truth of psychological trauma.

Will: So I can't handle it.

Hannibal: Your experience may have overwhelmed ordinary functions that give you a sense of control.

Will: If my body is walking around without my permission, you'd say that's a loss of control?

Hannibal: Wouldn't you? Sleepwalkers demonstrate a difficulty handling aggression. Are you experiencing difficulty with aggressive feelings?

Will: You said Jack sees me as fine china used for special guests. I'm beginning to feel more like an old mug.

Hannibal: You entered into a devil's bargain with Jack Crawford, it takes a toll.

Will: Jack isn't the devil.

Hannibal: When it comes to how far he's willing to push you to get what he wants, he's certainly no saint.

Hannibal: A masterpiece foie gras au torchon with a late harvest of Vidal sauce with dried and fresh figs.

Jack: Wonderful.

Hannibal: Mrs. Crawford, your husband introduced you as Bella. Are you an Isabelle or an Annabelle?

Bella: I'm a Phyllis. Jack only calls me Phyllis when we disagree.

Hannibal: So, named Bella for your beauty.

Jack: We were both stationed in Italy. I was Army, she was NATO staff. All of the Italian men kept calling her, "Bella, Bella, Bella." Well, I wanted her to be my Bella. Mmm... Cold foie gras with warm figs.

Hannibal: Yes.

Jack: Very nice.

Bella: Would I be a horrible guest if I skipped this course?

Hannibal: Too rich?

Bella: Too cruel.

Jack: Phyllis.

Bella: Jack.

Hannibal: First and worst sign of sociopathic behaviour: cruelty to animals.

Jack: Oh, that doesn't apply in the kitchen.

Hannibal: I have no taste for animal cruelty, which is why I employ an ethical butcher.

Bella: An ethical butcher? Be kind to animals and then eat them.

Hannibal: I'm afraid I insist on it. No need for unnecessary suffering. Human emotions are a gift from our animal ancestors. Cruelty is a gift humanity has given itself. The gift that keeps on giving. Your perfume is exquisite. Similar to the aroma on the air just after lightning strikes. Is it Dior?

Bella: That is some nose you have there, Doctor.

Jack: He really is quite charming, isn't he?

Hannibal: I first noticed my keen sense of smell when I was a young man. I was aware one of my teachers had stomach cancer even before he was.

Jack: Wow, that must've been some parlour trick.

Hannibal: For our next course, roasted pork shank. And I assure you, Bella, it was an especially supercilious pig.

Hannibal: Mrs. Crawford... Please come in. How often do you see him?

Bella: Twice a week at first. Now usually just once.

Hannibal: You're satisfied, then?

Bella: Enough to keep seeing him.

Hannibal: Your intention is not to tell Jack.

Bella: I don't see what good it would do. Jack sees the world at its worst, I don't need him seeing me at mine. He already has too much to worry about.

Hannibal: He has room for one more worry. I feel like you're protecting him.

Bella: I am. I've had dinner at your home. You have a professional relationship with my husband. There's no conflict of interest, me being here?

Hannibal: It's unorthodox, but not unheard of. Given the nature of your problem, seeing someone who knows Jack removes some of the guesswork.

Bella: This all started as some misguided stab at maintaining my dignity.

Hannibal: Nothing undignified about this.

Bella: Not yet. But I have indignity to look forward to, don't I?

Hannibal: The only indignity I see is resentment. Why do you resent your husband?

Bella: I resent that Jack... has too much to worry about, to worry about me.

Hannibal: But that's your choice, not his.

Bella: Then maybe you should see us both for couples counseling.

Hannibal: I would recommend another psychiatrist for couples. I wouldn't want you to have the home-couch advantage.

Bella: It's hard enough dealing with how I feel about all of this. I don't need to deal with how Jack feels about it.

Hannibal: There is no one and only spiritual centre of the brain. Any idea of God comes from many different areas of the mind working together in unison.

Will: Maybe I was wrong. How do you profile someone who has an anomaly in their head changing the way they think?

Hannibal: A tumour can definitely affect brain function, even cause vivid hallucinations. However, what appears to be driving your angel maker to create heaven on earth is a simple issue of mortality.

Will: Can't beat God, become him?

Hannibal: You said he was afraid.

Will: He feels abandoned.

Hannibal: Ever feel abandoned, Will?

Will: Abandonment requires expectation.

Hannibal: What were your expectations of Jack Crawford and the FBI?

Will: Jack hasn't abandoned me.

Hannibal: Not in any discernible way. Perhaps in the way gods abandon their creations. You say he hasn't abandoned you, but, at the same time, you find yourself wandering around Wolf Trap in the middle of the night.

Will: Well... This should be interesting. Please, Doctor, proceed.

Hannibal: Jack gave you his word he would protect your headspace, yet he leaves you to your mental devices.

Will: Are you trying to alienate me from Jack Crawford?

Hannibal: I'm trying to help you understand this angel maker you seek.

Will: Well, help me understand how to catch him.

Hannibal: If he were a classic paranoid schizophrenic, you might be able to influence him to become visible.

Will: What, scare him out into the daylight?

Hannibal: Might even get him to hurt himself, if he hasn't already.

Will: If he were self-destructive, he wouldn't be so careful.

Hannibal: Unless he's careful about being self-destructive. Making angels to pray over him when he sleeps. Who prays over us when we sleep?

Hannibal: Has Jack begun to suspect? He's a behavioural specialist, he must know you're keeping something from him.

Bella: Oh, he knows. He asked me if I was having an affair, by reassuring me that he didn't have to ask.

Hannibal: I doubt he believes you're unfaithful.

Bella: And why do you doubt that?

Hannibal: It's clear you love your husband.

Bella: Women who love their husbands still find reasons to cheat on them.

Hannibal: Not you. Still, you seem more betrayed by Jack than by your own body.

Bella: I don't feel betrayed by Jack. And there's no point in being mad at cancer for being cancer.

Hannibal: Sure there is.

Bella: Cancer isn't cruel. Tiny cell wanders off from my liver, gets lost, finds its way into my lung, where it's just trying to do.its job and... grow a liver.

Hannibal: What it grows and where it's growing it will likely kill you.

Bella: Not likely... It will kill me. And no amount of blueberries or antioxidants can change that now.

Hannibal: But you hold Jack accountable for his inability to cure cancer. Should I have said his inability to save you? Would that be more accurate?

Bella: I am slowly shrinking. While this tiny thing grows larger every day. And yet I feel fine.

Hannibal: You will feel fine. Up until the precise moment you don't.

Bella: It's a... really very dull story, though, isn't it? The ending is always the same, and that same is that it ends.

Hannibal: So, you withdraw from your relationship with your husband, the man who strolled along the quays of Livorno, Italy, and called you Bella.

Hannibal: It's difficult to lie still and fear going to sleep when it's there to think about. You listen to your breathing in the dark and the tiny clicks of your blinking eyes.

Will: I dream more now than I used to.

Hannibal: Your dreams were the one place you could be physically safe, relinquishing control, not anymore.

Will: I thought about zipping myself up into a sleeping bag before I go to sleep but... It sounds like a poor man's straightjacket.

Hannibal: Have you determined how this angel maker is choosing his victims?

Will: He doesn't see people how everyone else sees them. He can tell if you're naughty or nice, or he thinks he can.

Hannibal: So God has given this person insight into the souls of men.

Will: God didn't give him insight, God gave him a tumour. He's just a man whose brain is playing tricks on him.

Hannibal: You're not unlike this killer.

Will: My brain is playing tricks on me?

Hannibal: You want to feel such sweet and easy peace. The angel maker wants that same peace. He hopes to feel his way cautiously inside it and find it's endless, all around him.

Will: He's gonna be disappointed.

Hannibal: You accept the impossibility of such a feeling, whereas the angel maker is still chasing it. If he got close to it, that's where he will look for it again.

Will: I've tried to reconstruct his thinking, find his patterns.

Hannibal: Instead you find yourself in a behaviour pattern you can't break. You realize you have a choice.

Will: What is it?

Hannibal: Angel maker will be destroyed by what's happening inside his head. You don't have to be.

Will: Did you just smell me?

Hannibal: Difficult to avoid. I really must introduce you to a finer aftershave. That smells like something with a ship on the bottle.

Will: I keep getting it for Christmas.

Hannibal: Have your headaches been any worse lately? More frequent?

Will: Yes, actually.

Hannibal: I'd change the aftershave.

Jack: Hello, Doctor. My wife and I need to talk. May we use your waiting room?

Hannibal: You can have the office. Please.

Jack: Thank you.