Hannibal: Jack, come in.
Jack: I'm sorry. Um... I was just, uh...
Hannibal: In the neighborhood.
Jack: Yeah, something like that.
Hannibal: How's Mrs. Crawford?
Jack: Yeah, that's why I was in the neighborhood. She's fine. Well, she tells me that she's fine and she tells me when she's not.
Hannibal: You expect me to tell you more?
Jack: Look, Bella's at a NATO conference. I can't talk to her. She's working. I doubt I could talk to her if she was here.
Hannibal: About her condition?
Jack: Yeah. About her cancer, about her dying. She doesn't want to talk to me about it.
Hannibal: I am prohibited from talking about it... Doctor-patient confidentiality.
Jack: You talk to me about Will Graham.
Hannibal: Will Graham is not officially my patient. We have conversations.
Jack: What do you consider this?
Hannibal: Desperate coping.
Jack: You don't think I have a right to know what's happening with my wife?
Hannibal: You have every right to know what's happening, but not from me.
Jack: Well, I'm not just gonna stand outside my marriage and watch this happen. If that's what she wants, too bad. She married the wrong guy for that.
Hannibal: I'll offer one insight. She doesn't think she married the wrong guy.
Jack: I can't stop thinking about when my wife is gonna die. I look at her side of the bed and I think, "is she gonna die there?" I can't stop thinking about it, you understand? I can't stop.
Hannibal: You're dreading the loss of your wife.
Jack: Yes. And I'm thinking about other losses too.
Hannibal: What other losses are you dreading? Jack, you can't save her. She won't let you. The cancer won't let you. Who else couldn't you save?