Hannibal Lecter Transcripts: Hannibal S2E13

Hannibal: You sit in that chair, Will, as you have so many times before. It holds among its molecules the vibrations of all our conversations ever held in its presence.

Will: All the exchanges, the petty irritations, deadly revelations, flat announcements of disaster.

Hannibal: The grunts and poetry of life. Everything we've ever said. Listen. What do you hear?

Will: A melody.

Hannibal: We're orchestrations of carbon. You and me.

Will: And Jack.

Hannibal: And Jack. All our destinies flying and swimming in blood and emptiness.

Will: Everybody's settling in for dinner.

Will: Jack won't be easy to kill. He'll be armed. He's strong, well-trained. We can't hesitate.

Jack: Hannibal thinks you are his man in the room. I think you're mine.

Hannibal: When the fox hears the rabbit scream, he comes running. But not to help. When you hear Jack scream, why will you come running? When the moment comes...

Jack: When the moment comes...

Both: ...will you do what needs to be done?

Will: Oh, yes.

Bella: Forgiveness is such a profound, conscious and unconscious state of affairs. You can't actually choose to do it. It simply happens to you.

Hannibal: Does forgiveness happen to you?

Bella: I died. I'm between deaths.

Hannibal: The punctuation at the end of a sentence gives meaning to every word. Every space that preceded it.

Bella: You moved my punctuation mark, Dr. Lecter. You moved my meaning. I'm not here because I want to be. You saw to that. I'm here because I can't abandon Jack. Not again.

Hannibal: Love and death are the great hinges on which all human sympathies turn. What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others, that's beyond us.

Bella: You saved me for Jack. Will you save him, for me, when I'm gone?

Will: These are your notes on me.

Hannibal: So they are.

Will: Won't your patients need these after you're gone?

Hannibal: The FBl will pore over my notes if I left them intact. I will spare my patients the scrutiny. I'm dismantling who I was and moving it brick by brick. When we have gone from this life, Jack Crawford and the FBl behind us, I will always have this place.

Will: In your memory palace?

Hannibal: My palace is vast, even by medieval standards. The foyer is the Norman Chapel in Palermo. Severe, beautiful and timeless, with a single reminder of mortality. A skull, graven in the floor.

Will: All I need is a stream.

Hannibal: In those moments when you can't overcome your surroundings, you can make it all go away.

Will: Put my head back, close my eyes, wade into the quiet of the stream.

Hannibal: If I'm ever apprehended, my memory palace will serve as more than a mnemonic system. I will live there.

Will: Could you be happy there?

Hannibal: All the palace chambers are not lovely, light and bright. In the vaults of our hearts and brains, danger waits. There are holes in the floor of the mind.

Hannibal: Do you know what an imago is, Will?

Will: It's a flying insect.

Hannibal: It's the last stage of a transformation.

Will: When you become who you will be?

Hannibal: It's also a term from the dead religion of psychoanalysis. An imago is an image of a loved one, buried in the unconscious, carried with us all our lives.

Will: An ideal.

Hannibal: The concept of an ideal. I have a concept of you, just as you have a concept of me.

Will: Neither of us ideal.

Hannibal: Both of us are too curious about too many things for any ideals. Is it ideal that Jack die?

Will: It's necessary. What happens to Jack has been preordained.

Hannibal: We could disappear now. Tonight. Feed your dogs, leave a note for Alana and never see her or Jack again. Almost polite.

Will: Then this would be our last supper.

Hannibal: Of this life. I served lamb.

Will: Sacrificial.

Hannibal: I don't need a sacrifice. Do you?

Will: I need him to know. If I confess to Jack Crawford right now...

Hannibal: I would forgive you. If Jack were to tell you all is forgiven, would you accept his forgiveness?

Will: Jack isn't offering forgiveness. He wants justice. He wants to see you. See who you are. See what I've become. He wants the truth.

Hannibal: To the truth, then. And all its consequences.

Hannibal: Hello?

Will: They know.

Hannibal: Hello, Jack. You're early.

Jack: I couldn't wait to get here.

Hannibal: Would you care to sous-chef?

Jack: I want to thank you for your friendship, Hannibal.

Hannibal: The most beautiful quality of a true friendship is to understand and be understood with absolute clarity.

Jack: Then this is the clearest moment of our friendship.

Alana: Hannibal. Hannibal! Where's Jack?

Hannibal: In the pantry. I was hoping you and I wouldn't have to say goodbye. Nothing seen nor said. You may have found that rude.

Alana: Stop! I was so blind.

Hannibal: In your defense, I worked very hard to blind you. You can stay blind. You can hide from this. Walk away. I'll make no plans to call on you. But if you stay, I will kill you. Be blind, Alana. Don't be brave. I took your bullets.

Alana: I found more bullets!

Alana: Abigail?

Abigail: I'm so sorry.

Will: Abigail?

Abigail: I didn't know what else to do, so I just did what he told me.

Will: Where is he?

Will: You were supposed to leave.

Hannibal: We couldn't leave without you. Time did reverse. The teacup that I shattered did come together. The place was made for Abigail in your world. Do you understand? That place was made for all of us, together. I wanted to surprise you. And you, you wanted to surprise me. I let you know me. See me. I gave you a rare gift. But you didn't want it.

Will: Didn't I?

Hannibal: You would deny me my life.

Will: No. No. Not your life, no.

Hannibal: My freedom then. You would take that from me. Confine me to a prison cell. Do you believe you could change me, the way I've changed you?

Will: I already did.

Hannibal: Fate and circumstance have returned us to this moment when the teacup shatters. I forgive you, Will. Will you forgive me?

Will: Don't. Don't.

Hannibal: Abigail, come to me.

Will: No, no, no!

Hannibal: You can make it all go away. Put your head back. Close your eyes. Wade into the quiet of the stream.