Hannibal Lecter Transcripts: Hannibal S3E12

Will: Is Hannibal in love with me?

Bedelia: Could he daily feel a stab of hunger for you and find nourishment at the very sight of you? Yes. But do you ache for him?

Hannibal: Will's thoughts are no more bound by fear or kindness than Milton's were by physics. He is both free and damned to imagine anything.

Jack: Now that he's imagined the worst.

Hannibal: Like ducklings, we imprint on those ideas that grab our attention.

Jack: What's got your attention, Doctor? God, the Devil and the Great Red Dragon?

Hannibal: Lest we forget the Lamb.

Jack: Will is the Lamb of God?

Hannibal: Hide us from the wrath of the Lamb.

Jack: Who's "us"?

Hannibal: You, me and the Great Red Dragon. The Lamb's wrath touches everyone who errs. His retribution is even more deadly than the Dragon's.

Jack: It is for you.

Hannibal: The seals are being opened, Jack. The lamb is becoming a lion. "For the great day of his wrath is come; and who shall be able to stand?"

Jack: I'll still be standing.

Hannibal: Is your conscience clear?

Jack: As clear as yours.

Hannibal: Righteousness is what you and Will have in common. "In righteousness the Lamb doth judge and make war." War against the Great Red Dragon.

Jack: He's not the Dragon, you are. The Devil himself bound in the pit.

Hannibal: Then that makes you God, Jack.

Jack: Yes it does.

Hannibal: All gods demand sacrifices.

Frederick: Since your commitment, you have written some brilliant articles for The Northern Medical Journal of Psychiatry.

Hannibal: Thank you, Frederick.

Frederick: I just finished your most recent piece. Extraordinary stuff.

Hannibal: A particularly good one.

Frederick: It may be my favorite. I have seen a lot of hostility. But this was quantifiably bitchy. Do you think I am your nemesis?

Hannibal: No. Nemesis? No.

Frederick: You refuted my entire book.

Hannibal: It didn't hold up to scrutiny.

Frederick: Of course it didn't. I was lying. On your behalf. To save your life. You refuted your insanity defense. I went out on a limb for you and you climbed up there and sawed it off.

Hannibal: "Wood burns because it has the proper stuff in it; and a man becomes famous because he has the proper stuff in him." You don't have the proper stuff, Frederick.

Frederick: I am a best-selling author. The journals only still publish your writing for the freak value of your byline. The attention given to you is dwindling since you have been overshadowed by another creature. That book is writing itself. I think I'll call it The Dragon Slayer. All I need is the ending.

Hannibal: Fate has a habit of not letting us choose our own endings, Frederick.

Frederick: This is the ending fate has chosen for you. Your teeth will go and your strength. Nobody will be afraid of you anymore. After Dr. Bloom's reign, you will be out in the ward. The young ones will push you around and use you for sex. All you'll get to read is what you write on the wall. You have seen the old ones. They cry when they do not like the stewed apricots. Oh, I'm just going to leave an extra copy of my book right over here.

Hannibal: Thank you, Frederick.

Frederick: I've personalized it for you.

Hannibal: Hand delivered. May I open it privately?

Alana: You may not.

Hannibal: Dr. Chilton often offended me, so I certainly understand the sentiment.

Jack: Where's the other one?

Hannibal: This one can provide you anything the other one can. I'm sorry, Jack. The tragedy of what's happened to Frederick has put me in an excellent humour.

Jack: Dr. Chilton disappeared yesterday, under armed escort.

Hannibal: You pretended to burn Freddie Lounds in a wheelchair to flush me out. What were you pretending to do with Frederick Chilton?

Jack: He profiled the Dragon. For Freddie Lounds.

Alana: We wanted to enrage him.

Hannibal: Congratulations. You could've provided anything Dr. Chilton could. That would've been your lip I was tasting. Again.

Alana: You publicly discredited Dr. Chilton. By refuting him, you orchestrated his end by proxy.

Hannibal: You orchestrated his end, Alana. You saw the hole and let him roll right into it. That's professional discourtesy.