Hannibal Lecter Transcripts: Hannibal S2E1

Hannibal: This course is called Mukozuke. Seasonal sashimi, sea urchin, water clam, and squid.

Jack: What a beautiful presentation, Doctor.

Hannibal: Kaiseki. A Japanese art form that honors the taste and aesthetic of what we eat.

Jack: I almost feel guilty about eating it.

Hannibal: I never feel guilty eating anything.

Jack: I can't quite place the fish.

Hannibal: He was a flounder. I last prepared this meal for my aunt, Murasaki. Under similarly unfortunate circumstances.

Jack: Well, what circumstances were those?

Hannibal: A loss. This is a loss. Will is a loss and we're mourning a death.

Jack: Will's death is on me, not you.

Hannibal: It's on both of us.

Jack: I can't stop thinking that Will may be convicted of five murders while I am only maybe convicted of one.

Hannibal: But you're not on trial.

Jack: I will be. In the halls of the FBI. And so will you. I mean, according to Will Graham, this was all you.

Hannibal: Will was your bloodhound. You can't ignore where he points.

Jack: I'm not ignoring it.

Hannibal: You have to investigate me. It's in my best interest and yours.

Jack: Yes, it is. But I also can't ignore the fact that my bloodhound went mad before he pointed in your direction.

Hannibal: We can't define Will only by his maddest edges.

Jack: We can't define Will at all.

Hannibal: Will Graham has asked to see me. I would like to see him. I continue to be curious about the way he thinks, despite all that's happened.

Bedelia: He's still influencing you. Will Graham asking to see you betrays his clear intent to manipulate you.

Hannibal: And if I agree to see Will?

Bedelia: It betrays your clear intent to manipulate him.

Hannibal: I miss him.

Bedelia: You are obsessed with Will Graham.

Hannibal: I'm intrigued.

Bedelia: Obsessively. And he will take advantage of that.

Hannibal: Will is my friend.

Bedelia: Why? Why is he your friend?

Hannibal: He sees his own mentality as grotesque but useful. Like a chair of antlers. He can't repress who he is. There's an honesty in that I admire.

Bedelia: I imagine there's an honesty in that you can relate to. What can't you repress, Hannibal?

Hannibal: Hello, Will.

Will: Dr. Lecter.

Hannibal: Lost in thought?

Will: Not lost. Not anymore. I used to hear my thoughts inside my skull with the same tone, timbre, accent, as if the words were coming out of my mouth.

Hannibal: And now?

Will: Now... My inner voice sounds like you. I can't get you out of my head.

Hannibal: Friendship can sometimes involve a breach of individual separateness.

Will: You're not my friend. The light from friendship won't reach us for a million years. That's how far away from friendship we are.

Hannibal: I imagine it's easier to believe I am responsible for those murders than it is to accept that you are.

Will: Sure is.

Hannibal: Your inner voice can provide a method of taking control of your behavior. Accepting responsibility for what you've done. Giving your thoughts words encourages clarity.

Will: I have clarity. About you.

Hannibal: Our conversations, Will, were only ever about you opening your eyes to the truth of who you are.

Will: What you did to me is in my head, and I will find it. I'm going to remember, Dr. Lecter. And when I do, there will be a reckoning.

Hannibal: I have huge faith in you, Will. I always have.

Hannibal: I'm amazed what falls off the best of us when moving through a room.

Beverly: Lessons learned from cellular decay. Enjoy the world while we have it and give a little bit back.

Hannibal: When possible, I try to leave an indelible mark wherever I go.

Beverly: Hopefully not with your DNA.

Hannibal: How long will you have my suits?

Beverly: You might want to think about supplementing your wardrobe.

Hannibal: I frequently do.

Beverly: You know, this is just a formality. Nobody expects to find anything. Except for maybe Will Graham.

Hannibal: He'll have to be disappointed. The beauty of what you do, Ms. Katz, is in its certainty. It'll be your evidence that convicts Will.

Beverly: Well, I found enough of it. No need to infer or intuit or trust.

Hannibal: So much simpler than psychiatry. Will is doing his best to understand where he is and why.

Beverly: You were supposed to protect him.

Hannibal: From himself?

Beverly: Yeah. I'm not mad at you. Not anymore than I'm mad at myself. We all missed it, whatever it was... Is.

Hannibal: We all are not suspects.

Beverly: You're not a suspect, you're the new Will Graham.

Jack: Thank you for coming, Dr. Lecter.

Hannibal: Jack, what can I do for you?

Jack: I was hoping you would help me with the psychological profile.

Man: We found another body.

Jack: This way, Doctor. This is the fourth body we've recovered so far. There's at least one more down there.

Hannibal: How long have they been here?

Jack: Hard to say but someone went through a lot of trouble to make sure that they were well preserved. They've been coated in some kind of resin.

Beverly: The big one was partially sealed, rotting from the inside out. The other three look like they were embalmed.

Jack: Whatever he's doing, he's still figuring out how to do it.

Hannibal: Were they injected with silicone?

Beverly: They were injected with something.

Jack: Silicone?

Hannibal: A technique for making resin-coated models out of fish. Helps the body retain shape in death. He's making human models.

Jack: You make models of things that you want to keep. These were tossed in the river.

Hannibal: Maybe they were imperfect.

Jack: These are his discards.

Hannibal: I'm giving you informed consent to discuss me as your patient.

Bedelia: With whom?

Hannibal: Jack Crawford.

Bedelia: Disclosure of patient information should be limited to the requirements of the situation. What is the situation, Hannibal?

Hannibal: Will Graham made accusations. Jack's only being thorough.

Bedelia: You're keeping Agent Crawford close.

Hannibal: We share an obsession. I got to be Will Graham today. I consulted at an FBI crime scene. I stood in Will's shoes, looked through his eyes and I saw death. How I imagined he would see it.

Bedelia: Why would you be inviting the scrutiny of the FBI?

Hannibal: I'm being as open and honest as I know how.

Bedelia: You maintain an air of transparency, while putting me in the position to lie for you. Again.

Hannibal: You're not just lying for me.

Bedelia: How far will this flirtation with the FBI go?

Hannibal: It would seem Jack Crawford is less suspicious of me than you are.

Bedelia: Jack Crawford doesn't know what you're capable of.

Hannibal: Neither do you.

Hannibal: Salted and ash-baked celeriac with foraged sel fou. Frederick, you have tested me. It's rare that I cook a meatless meal.

Frederick: I lost a kidney. I have to watch my protein intake.

Hannibal: You didn't lose it, Frederick. It was taken from you. I remain impressed with your recovery.

Frederick: One can grow to love beets. Alana Bloom was visiting with your former patient today.

Hannibal: Will was never my patient.

Frederick: The irony is that he is my patient, but he refuses to speak to me. Makes me feel like I'm fumbling with his head like a freshman pulling at a panty girdle.

Hannibal: Will is going to be a challenge for any psychiatrist.

Frederick: He is so lucid, so perceptive. He's trained in criminal psychology, and he is a mass murderer. He's a prize patient. Or should be.

Hannibal: How was Dr. Bloom's visit?

Frederick: He asked her to hypnotize him, so he could recover his memories. This is delicious.

Hannibal: Was he successful?

Frederick: Only in playing Dr. Bloom. It's sad to see a brilliant psychiatrist fall for such hoary old chestnuts.

Hannibal: She wants to believe him. I do too.

Frederick: You do realize you're his favorite topic of conversation. Hannibal, Hannibal, Hannibal. Not with me, of course. But with everyone else who'll listen. He tells everyone that you are a monster.

Hannibal: Well, in that case you are dining with a psychopathic murderer, Frederick.