Hannibal Lecter Transcripts: Hannibal S2E6

Hannibal: A remarkably lean organ, the heart, yet such a potent symbol of life... and the things that make us human. Good and bad, love and ache.

Alana: All of them skewered.

Hannibal: It's a thematic dish. My heart certainly feels skewered.

Alana: You have the scars to prove it.

Hannibal: It feels as if that noose is still around my neck. Strange having nightmares; I never used to.

Alana: Don't make the same mistake I've made; being your own psychiatrist. I'm always assessing my feelings instead of acting on them.

Hannibal: It's the safest course.

Alana: You have to find a way to deal with what happened to you.

Hannibal: I'm metabolizing the experience by composing a new piece of music.

Alana: Harpsichord or Theremin?

Hannibal: Harpsichord. Stravinsky said a true composer thinks about his unfinished work the whole time. He's not always conscious of this, but he's aware of it when he suddenly knows what to do.

Alana: And do you know what to do?

Hannibal: I need to get my appetite back.

Jack: There is a pattern taking shape. I just have to convince my eyes to see it.

Hannibal: I've convinced myself of something I had refused to see for a long time.

Jack: And it only took Will Graham trying to kill you to see it?

Hannibal: Yes. I can't help Will. I can't trust him. He's in a dark place where the shadows move and it's not safe to stand with him anymore.

Jack: I feel the same way. We, um... found another ripper victim...

Hannibal: I'm sorry, Jack. I can't. Not only do I have to let Will go; I have to let this all go. I nearly died. I would have, if it weren't for you. I'm sorry, but I can't dwell on death anymore.

Jack: I don't blame you.

Hannibal: We both have to transform our misfortunes into life enhancing events.

Jack: Well, when you figure out how to do that, do let me know.

Hannibal: I'm going to start by hosting a dinner party. And please tell me you'll come.

Jack: I wouldn't miss it.

Will: Hello, Dr. Lecter.

Hannibal: I feel like I've been watching our friendship on a split screen. The friendship I perceived on one side and the truth on the other.

Will: It's a terrible feeling, isn't it?

Hannibal: You've been lying to me, Will.

Will: Well, I... I don't have a gauge for reality that works well enough to know if I've been lying.

Hannibal: But you understand the reality of Beverly Katz's death. You understand your role in that.

Will: What was my role?

Hannibal: Beverly died at your behest. You are as angry with yourself as you are with whoever murdered her.

Will: Actually... I am singularly angry with whoever murdered her.

Hannibal: You tried to kill me, Will. It's hard not to take that personally. However, if I were Beverly's murderer... I'd applaud your effort.

Will: Oh, I'm no more guilty of what you've accused me of than you are of what I've accused you of.

Hannibal: I don't expect you to feel self-loathing or regret, or shame. You knew what you were doing, and you made your own decisions, decisions that were under your control.

Will: Oh, you think I'm in control?

Hannibal: I think you are more in control now than you have ever been. You found a way to hurt me. I wonder how many more people are going to get hurt by what you do. I'll give Alana Bloom your best. Goodbye, Will.

Hannibal: Jack. I'm so happy you're here. After all, you are the guest of honor. You saved my life.

Jack: Unfortunately, my friend, I can't stay. Um... I would love to take some food to go, if that's all right.

Hannibal: Of course. I'll get one of the staff to get you something from the kitchen.

Jack: No, no. That's all right. Just, uh, bring me a container and I'll serve myself from here. Um, with your permission, of course, Dr. Lecter.

Alana: Hello, Jack.

Jack: Hello, Alana. I do have your permission, Dr. Lecter?

Hannibal: Help yourself.

Jack: Thank you.

Hannibal: Eat it soon or it'll spoil.

Jack: Thank you. Good evening.

Hannibal: Good evening.

Hannibal: Well, the ending to my composition has been eluding me, but you may just have solved that problem with "chopsticks."

Alana: If only every problem could be solved with a simple waltz. Jack's treating you like a suspect. Pointing fingers in the dark.

Hannibal: I've walked away from Will, but I'm still trailing his accusations.

Alana: I've walked away too. I can't forgive Will for what he did to you. I just want to walk away from all of it.

Hannibal: What does walking away leave us?

Alana: Each other.

Alana: You're awake.

Hannibal: So are you.

Alana: I was thinking about funerals, and how often they make us want sex.

Hannibal: It's one in the eye for death.

Alana: Not that... this wasn't... funeral sex or...

Hannibal: Of course it was. We both just buried a friend. We buried Will.

Alana: There's something liberating about finally letting him go.

Hannibal: Yes. There is. We have a lot of reasons to do this; not just funeral reasons.

(Doorbell)

Hannibal: Last time someone rang my doorbell this early, it was a census taker.

(Doorbell)

Hannibal: I'll see who it is.

Hannibal: Jack.

Jack: Hannibal.

Hannibal: What can I do for you?

Jack: We need to talk. Abel Gideon fell down a stairwell last night. He was hospitalized. The security guard standing watch has been killed in what appears to be another Chesapeake Ripper murder. Gideon is nowhere to be found.

Hannibal: He escaped?

Jack: We know he didn't leave the hospital on his own. His back was broken. He was taken by someone... Someone who knew him. Where were you last night?

Hannibal: I was here.

Jack: All night?

Hannibal: Yes.

Jack: Anyone other than yourself that can verify that?

Alana: I can. I was with Hannibal all night, Jack. What are you accusing him of?

Jack: I'm not accusing him of anything; Only asking his whereabouts.

Hannibal: That's not all you're asking.

Hannibal: Rôti de cuisse. Clay-roasted thigh. And canoe-cut marrow bone. I love cooking with Clay. It creates a more succulent dish and adds a little theatricality to dinner. We come from Clay, return to Clay. Shall I carve?

Gideon: I think you already have.

Hannibal: Your legs are no good to you anymore. You've got a T-4 fracture of the vertebra. This is a far more practical use for those limbs.

Gideon: Hard to have anything, isn't it, Dr. Lecter? Rare to get it, hard to keep it. A damn slippery life.

Hannibal: You were determined to know the Chesapeake Ripper, Dr. Gideon. Now is your opportunity.

Gideon: You intend me to be my own last supper?

Hannibal: Yes.

Gideon: How does one politely refuse a dish in circumstances such as these?

Hannibal: One doesn't. The tragedy is not to die, Abel, but to be wasted.

Gideon: My compliments to the chef.