Hannibal Lecter Transcripts: Hannibal S1E8

Hannibal: Good morning. Please, come in.

Franklyn: I have a lot of respect for you. Since we can't be friends, or... you're not comfortable with that, I found myself looking at my friends through your eyes, imagining what your diagnosis might be.

Hannibal: So you become the psychoanalyst?

Franklyn: I become you.

Hannibal: Who are you psychoanalyzing?

Franklyn: My friend Tobias. I googled "psychopaths", went down the checklist, and I was a little surprised to see how many boxes I had checked.

Hannibal: Why were you so curious to Google?

Franklyn: He's been saying very dark things, and then saying, "Just kidding!" a lot. It started to seem kind of crazy.

Hannibal: Psychopaths are not crazy. They're fully aware of what they do and the consequences of those actions.

Franklyn: Would you diagnose someone like Tobias as a psychopath? Or are you supposed to diagnose other people in front of me? Would you rather just talk about me?

Hannibal: Not at all.

Franklyn: Are you bored with me?

Hannibal: No. This is your hour, Franklyn. We will talk about whatever you would like to talk about.

Franklyn: I'd like to talk about Tobias. Perhaps you can help me analyze him.

Hannibal: I'm not analyzing your friend, I'm analyzing your perception of him. It may help you know yourself better. You could be projecting onto him what you consider to be your flaws.

Franklyn: Does that mean that I'm a psychopath?

Hannibal: You're not a psychopath, although you may be attracted to them.

Hannibal: I worry that I've made Franklyn feel powerless. He wants to be my friend. His obsession with me is interfering with his progress. I'm considering referring him to another doctor.

Bedelia: Referrals can be complicated. I referred you to another psychiatrist. You refused.

Hannibal: I'm more tenacious than Franklyn.

Bedelia: Why were you so tenacious?

Hannibal: I feel protective of you. You support me as a colleague and psychiatrist, and as a human being. I want to be supportive of you after what happened.

Bedelia: I'm not the only psychiatrist who's ever been attacked by a patient.

Hannibal: I hesitated to even bring up the subject of an obsessive patient because of your traumatic experience.

Bedelia: Hannibal... I'm your psychiatrist, you're not mine.

Hannibal: Among the first musical instruments were flutes carved from human bone.

Will: This murder was a performance.

Hannibal: Every life is a piece of music. Like music, we are finite events, unique arrangements, sometimes harmonious, sometimes dissonant.

Will: Sometimes not worth hearing again.

Hannibal: He's a poet and a psychopath.

Will: And a craftsman. He was shrinking and tanning the vocal chords.

Hannibal: Like turning iron wire into musical steel string. Was there olive oil?

Will: Yes.

Hannibal: Whatever sound he was trying to produce, it was an authentic one. Olive oil hasn't been used in the production of catgut for over a century. It was said to increase the life of the strings and create a sweeter, more melodic sound.

Will: No, I hear what he was playing behind my eyes when I close them.

Hannibal: What do you see behind closed eyes?

Will: I see myself.

Hannibal: You said the killer was performing. Who was he performing for?

Will: I don't know. A patron of the arts? A fellow musician? Or... another killer?

Hannibal: It's a serenade.

Will: No, this isn't how he kills. Normally, he doesn't kill for an audience.

Hannibal: And you believe he risked getting caught for a serenade?

Will: I believe he wants to show someone how well he plays.

Franklyn: Do you remember when I said Tobias was saying very dark things?

Hannibal: I made note of it.

Franklyn: Well, he said that he wanted to cut someone's throat and play it like a violin. They found somebody whose throat was cut and played like a violin.

Hannibal: So you think Tobias killed that man at the symphony?

Franklyn: I don't know. I-I... If I do, do I have to report it?

Hannibal: Do you have a reason not to?

Franklyn: What if I'm wrong?

Hannibal: What if you're right?

Franklyn: I'm always wrong. I don't know. Why would he say something like that to me?

Hannibal: Why do you think?

Franklyn: Cause he knows I'd tell you.

Tobias: You're Franklyn's therapist, Dr Lecter. Nice to see you again.

Hannibal: Is it Tobias?

Tobias: Yes.

Hannibal: Your strings are all gut.

Tobias: I also carry steel and polymer strings, if you prefer.

Hannibal: I prefer gut. Harps strung with gut still make music after 2,000 years.

Tobias: I didn't hear you ring the bell.

Hannibal: I didn't want you to stop playing. Was it an original composition?

Tobias: Something I've been writing. You compose?

Hannibal: I discover. Can't impose traditional composition on an instrument that's inherently free form.

Tobias: What instrument would that be?

Hannibal: The Theremin. It can generate any pitch throughout its range. Even those between conventional notes.

Tobias: And so can a violin or a trombone.

Hannibal: It seems we are both comfortable playing between conventional notes. I hear the symphony's looking for a new trombonist.

Tobias: Altogether horrible what happened.

Hannibal: Not altogether. It's an unfortunate way to leave the symphony, yes, but I can't help thinking the orchestra will be better for it.

Tobias: At least the brass section. What brings you here looking for gut?

Hannibal: My harpsichord needs new strings. It's making an awful noise. Perhaps you could help.

Hannibal: More wine? A late harvest Vidal from Linden.

Tobias: Oh, Virginia. I thought it was French.

Hannibal: The Virginia wine revolution is upon us. I apologize for being so blunt, Tobias, but I have to ask. Did you kill that trombonist?

Tobias: You really have to ask?

Hannibal: No. Just changing the subject.

Tobias: Franklyn gave you my message.

Hannibal: The murder is being investigated by the FBI. They're going to find you.

Tobias: Let them.

Hannibal: You want to get caught?

Tobias: I want them to try. They may investigate me because I own a string shop. They'll send men to investigate, and I'll kill them. Then I'll find Franklyn and kill him. Then I would disappear.

Hannibal: Don't kill Franklyn.

Tobias: I've been looking forward to it. Actually... I was going to kill you.

Hannibal: Of course you were. I'm lean. Lean animals yield the toughest gut. What stopped you from wanting to kill me? Or have you stopped?

Tobias: I stopped after I followed you one night out of town. To a lonely road. To a bus yard.

Hannibal: You're reckless, Tobias.

Tobias: I'm not going to tell anyone what I saw you do and do well. So my recklessness doesn't concern you.

Hannibal: It concerns me because you won't be drawing attention just to yourself.

Tobias: I could use a friend. Someone who can understand me. Who thinks like I do and can see the world and the people in it the way I do.

Hannibal: I know exactly how you feel. But I don't want to be your friend.

Tobias: Then why did you invite me here for dinner? It wasn't just to restring your harpsichord.

Hannibal: I was going to kill you. I didn't poison you, Tobias. I wouldn't do that to the food.

Tobias: Expecting someone?

Hannibal: No.

Will: I kissed Alana Bloom.

Hannibal: Well, come in.

Will: You have a guest?

Hannibal: A colleague. You just missed him.

Will: He didn't finish his dinner.

Hannibal: An urgent call of some sort. He had to leave suddenly. This benefits you, because I have dessert for two. Tell me, what was Alana's reaction?

Will: She said she wouldn't be good for me and I wouldn't be good for her.

Hannibal: I don't disagree. She would feel an obligation to her field of study to observe you. And you would resent her for it.

Will: I know.

Hannibal: I'm wondering then why you kissed her and felt compelled to drive an hour in the snow to tell me about it.

Will: I wanted to kiss her since I met her. She's very kissable.

Hannibal: You waited a long time, which suggests you were kissing her for a reason, in addition to wanting to.

Will: I heard an animal trapped in my chimney. Uhm... I broke through the wall to get it out. I didn't find anything inside. Alana showed up, she looked at me... Maybe her face changed, I don't know. But, um, she knew...

Hannibal: What did she know, Will?

Will: There was no animal in the chimney. It was only in my head. I sleepwalk. I get headaches. I am hearing things. I feel unstable.

Hannibal: That's why you kissed her. A clutch for balance. You said yourself what you do is not good for you.

Will: Unfortunately, I am good for it.

Hannibal: Are you still hearing this killer's serenade behind your eyes?

Will: Well, it's our song.

Hannibal: I hesitate telling you this, as it borders on a violation of doctor-patient confidentiality. A patient told me today he suspects a friend of his may be involved with the murder at the symphony.

Will: Right, uhm... Uhm... what did he say about his friend?

Hannibal: He owns a music store in Baltimore, specializing in string instruments. Perhaps you should interview him.

Will: Yeah.

Hannibal: For the first time in a long while, I see a possibility of friendship.

Bedelia: Is there someone new in your life?

Hannibal: I met a man much like myself. Same hobbies, same worldviews, but I'm not interested in being his friend. I'm curious about him. And that got me curious about friendship.

Bedelia: Whose friendship are you considering?

Hannibal: Oddly enough, a colleague and a patient, not unlike how I'm a colleague and a patient of yours. We've discussed him before.

Bedelia: Will Graham.

Hannibal: He's nothing like me. We see the world in different ways, yet he can assume my point of view.

Bedelia: By profiling the criminally insane.

Hannibal: As good a demonstration as any. I find it reassuring.

Bedelia: It's nice when someone sees us, Hannibal. Or has the ability to see us. It requires trust. Trust is difficult for you.

Hannibal: You've helped me to better understand what I want in a friendship and what I don't.

Bedelia: Someone worthy of your friendship.

Hannibal: Yes.

Bedelia: You spend a lot of time building walls, Hannibal. It's natural to want to see if someone is clever enough to climb over them.

Franklyn: Nine. Nine times. I can count on two hands the number of times I've been dumped by a psychiatrist.

Hannibal: I'm sorry, Franklyn, but I think you should see another doctor.

Franklyn: You're giving me a referral?

Hannibal: Yes, I am.

Franklyn: You were a referral!

Hannibal: I am also a part of the problem. You focus too much on your therapist, and not enough on your therapy.

Franklyn: You lost respect for me because I wouldn't report Tobias, didn't you?

Tobias: Report Tobias for what?

Franklyn: Tobias?

Tobias: I came to say goodbye, Franklyn.

Franklyn: What do you mean, goodbye? Oh, my God. Oh, my God, is that your blood?

Tobias: I just killed two men. The police came to question me about the murder.

Franklyn: Okay... you have to give yourself up right now. This plane is going down. Let it have a controlled descent. We can get you back up in the air again. There's rehabilitation for everyone.

Hannibal: Franklyn, I want you to leave now.

Tobias: Stay right where you are, Franklyn.

Franklyn: You've done a horrible thing. And... I know... that you wish to God that you didn't, but you did. And there's nothing you can do to change that. Only thing you can change is your future. Right? Now, you're probably scared. You probably feel like you're all alone.

Tobias: I'm not alone.

Franklyn: That's right. You're not alone. Nothing has happened in our relationship that you and I can't...

Tobias: I was looking forward to that.

Hannibal: I saved you the trouble.

(Tobias attacks Hannibal, they fight and Hannibal kills him.)

(Will comes in, Hannibal smiles.)

Hannibal: (To Will) I was worried you were dead.

(Will smiles.)

Jack: Tobias Budge killed two Baltimore police officers, nearly killed an FBI special agent, and after all of that, his first stop is here, at your office.

Hannibal: He came to kill my patient.

Will: Your patient. Is that who Budge was serenading?

Hannibal: I don't know. Franklyn knew more than he was telling me. He told Mr. Budge that he didn't have to kill anymore. And then he broke Franklyn's neck, and then he attacked me.

Jack: You killed him?

Hannibal: Yes.

Will: Could Franklyn have been involved in whatever Budge was doing?

Hannibal: I thought this was a simple matter of poor choice of friends.

Jack: This doesn't feel simple to me.

Will: I feel like I've dragged you into my world.

Hannibal: No, I got here on my own. But I appreciate the company.

Hannibal: I'm going to start seeing patients again. It's strange, thinking about going back to daily practice.

Bedelia: Well, it's good you stepped away. Even if it was only for a few days.

Hannibal: Patients will sit where Franklyn died. I will sit where I almost died, and I will offer therapy. It's easy to understand why you retired after you were attacked. Will you ever feel comfortable returning to psychiatric work?

Bedelia: This is psychiatric work.

Hannibal: One patient isn't a practice. I can't help feeling responsible for what happened to Franklyn.

Bedelia: Every person has an intrinsic responsibility for their own life, Hannibal. No one else can take on that responsibility. Not even you.

Hannibal: Did you take responsibility when you were attacked by your patient?

Bedelia: Yes. But I don't take responsibility for his death.

Hannibal: Nor should you.