Hannibal Lecter Transcripts: Hannibal S3E11

Francis: It stunned me the first time I saw it.

Hannibal: Like Blake peeked in your ear and saw the Red Dragon there. Coiled inside you. Coiled around you. This new two-ness with the Dragon, it's disorienting for you.

Francis: Our wills were one. But not now. Not since her. The Dragon has never spoken to me before. It was frightening.

Hannibal: What did it say?

Francis: It called my name. It wants her.

Hannibal: If it weren't for the power of your Becoming, if it weren't for the Dragon, you could never have had her.

Francis: I put my hand... on her beating heart. Heard the sound of her living voice. A... living... woman. How bizarre. I don't want to give her to the Dragon.

Hannibal: The Dragon is in your belly now. You can choose to have her alive. You don't have to worry about feeling love for her. You can always toss the Dragon to someone else.

Francis: Will Graham... interests me. Odd-looking for an investigator. Not very handsome, but purposeful.

Hannibal: He has a family. Save yourself. Kill them all.

Will: I'm not fortune's fool. I'm yours. "Behold the Great Red Dragon."

Hannibal: And did you?

Will: The Brooklyn Museum is closed to the public on Tuesdays, and researchers are admitted. You knew that's when we'd both be going.

Hannibal: A sophisticated intelligence can forecast many things. I suppose mine is sophisticated enough.

Will: He's contacted you.

Hannibal: How do you imagine he's contacted me? Personal ads? Writing notes of admiration on toilet paper?

Will: There is a family out there who don't know he's coming. We can save them. Tell me who he is.

Hannibal: I don't know who he is. When you close your eyes, Will, is it your family you see?

Will: No... How's he choosing them?

Hannibal: Social media, I imagine. Can't be too careful with privacy settings.

Will: Do you know who they are?

Hannibal: Yes.

Will: And you're willing to let them die.

Hannibal: They're not my family, Will. And I'm not letting them die. You are.

Alana: Sorry to interrupt. You have a telephone call. It's your lawyer. Would you like to take it?

Hannibal: Did he say why he was calling?

Alana: I called him. To confirm that he hasn't called you. Not since you've been declared insane.

Hannibal: I could have told you that.

Alana: If only I'd known to ask.

Hannibal: If only.

Alana: Would you have told me the truth?

Hannibal: In my own way, I always have.

Alana: Mr. Metcalf, that'll be all for now. Thank you for your time. You've been talking to the Tooth Fairy.

Hannibal: I think he's earned the right to be known by the name he's chosen. He's the Great Red Dragon.

Jack: You have hubbed hell, Dr. Lecter.

Hannibal: I often do.

Alana: You got what you wanted. Suddenly, you're very relevant. There is one way for you to stay relevant... and comfortable.

Hannibal: You want me to speak with the Dragon. Given his recent failure, you believe he will seek counsel.

Jack: We need to make your contact work for us. Standing trace order for any time you're on the phone. When he calls, you keep him on the line.

Hannibal: I can't refuse him a sympathetic ear. He no doubt needs it.

Hannibal: Hello? You are the Dragon, you don't have to be afraid. You know who speaks. From the beginning, you and the Dragon had been one. You are becoming. And the Dragon is your higher self.

Francis: If I'm not as strong as the Dragon, she will die.

Hannibal: Don't let fear leach your strength.

Francis: I need to think. I need to think. I told her I can't be with her.

Hannibal: You are almost blind to your own true feelings, no more able to express them than a scar can blush. Do you know how you feel about her?

Francis: Yes. I... I'm afraid she will come to the house to talk. I don't know what will happen in the house. The Dragon may come down. I know how easily she would tear. I think about what the... She called me a man. A sweet man. I didn't hear Reba's heart.

Hannibal: They are listening.

Will: I'm just about worn out with you crazy sons of bitches.

Hannibal: The essence of the worst in the human spirit is not found in the crazy sons of bitches. Ugliness is found in the faces of the crowd.

Will: What did you say to him?

Hannibal: "Save yourself. Kill them all." Then I gave him your home address. How's the wife?

Will: How's my wife? She's lucky.

Hannibal: She survived the Great Red Dragon. That takes a pinch more than luck. When you look at her now, what do you see?

Will: You know what I see.

Hannibal: Before he became the Red Dragon, this shy boy would never have dared any of this.

Will: Well, now he thinks he can do anything. Anything. Anything!

Hannibal: The Dragon likely thinks you are as much a monster as you think he is.

Will: Is this a competition?

Hannibal: "Two souls, alas, are dwelling in my breast, and one is striving to forsake its brother." The Great Red Dragon is freedom to him, shedding his skin, the sound of his voice, his own reflection. The building of a new body and the othering of himself, the splitting of his personality, all seem active and deliberate. He craves change.

Will: He didn't murder those families? He changed them?

Hannibal: Don't you crave change, Will?