- Previously on Hannibal... - I'm going to cut off your face without anesthesia, Mr. Graham.
- I was trying to save Will from you.
Promise me you'll save him. - I promise.
And I always keep my promises.
- You finally caught the Chesapeake Ripper, Jack. - I didn't catch you.
You surrendered. - I want you to know exactly where I am
and where you can always find me.
(clanging)
(inhaling)
(needle whirring)
(theme music playing)
(classical piano playing)
- ¶¶ Hallelujah, hallelujah ¶
¶ Hallelujah, hallelujah ¶
¶ Hallelujah ¶
¶ Hallelujah, hallelujah ¶
¶ Hallelujah ¶
¶ Hallelujah, hallelujah ¶
¶ Hallelujah ¶
¶ Hallelujah, hallelujah ¶
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- Bâtard-Montrachet and tartuffi bianchi.
- How I found you in Florence.
- Betrayed by good taste.
Is good taste
itching at you in your daily rounds of institutional life?
- An itch easy enough to scratch
when there's cause to celebrate.
Congratulations, Hannibal.
You're officially insane.
- There's no consensus in the psychiatric community
what I should be termed.
- You've long been regarded by your peers in psychiatry
as something entirely other.
For convenience, they term you a monster.
- What do you term me?
- I don't.
You defy categorization.
- Do you still prefer beer to wine?
- I stopped drinking beer when I found out what you were putting in mine.
- Who.
This means you'll be spared the federal death sentence.
They had enough to convict you
a dozen times over. - A baker's dozen.
Lest we forget Mason Verger -- you're welcome.
- You're welcome, Hannibal.
The needle was guaranteed,
but you beat it all on an insanity plea.
- I'm not insane.
- You know that and I know that.
A dozen or a baker's dozen,
enough people have died.
- You haven't.
- A promise in waiting, isn't it?
A promise you intend to keep.
- I always keep my promises.
(muttering)
(muttering and hissing)
(mewing)
(yowling)
(growling)
(quiet tapping)
(silent)
(classical piano playing)
- Sanguinaccio dolce.
A classic Neapolitan dessert, with almond milk.
Easier on the stomach. - Sanguinaccio dolce.
You have served me this before. - One of my favourite desserts.
Traditionally made with pig's blood. In this case,
a local cow.
- And when you last made it for me?
- The blood was from a cow,
only in the derogatory sense.
- Mmm!
- Blood and chocolate.
That should have been the subtitle of my book.
But I promised myself I would never use colons in my titles.
Colons lose their novelty when overused.
- You'll have to write another book.
- Mm. I am.
But not about you.
Like overused punctuation,
the novelty of Hannibal Lecter has waned.
- What is the subject of your new book, Frederick?
- The Tooth Fairy.
I find folks are a bit more interested in him.
He is the debutante.
Although he lacks your love of presentation.
- More of a shy boy, this one.
- Love to hear your thoughts.
What do you think about the Tooth Fairy?
- I think he doesn't like being called the Tooth Fairy.
- It is not as snappy as Hannibal the Cannibal,
but he does have a much wider demographic than you do.
You, with your fancy allusions
and your fussy aesthetics,
will always have niche appeal, but this fellow,
there is something so universal about what he does.
Kills whole families -- and in their homes.
Strikes at the very core
of the American dream.
- Get out of my chair, Frederick.
- Shall we join hands in a prayer of gratitude?
"Thank you, Father,
"for allowing us to remove this monster,
"monster of monsters,
"from your flock.
"Thank you on behalf of the souls
we will spare of pain."
- Thank you on behalf of the monster?
Was that the magisterial "we"?
- It is our cabal, yours and mine.
Hannibal Lecter will spend
the rest of his life in a state institution,
watching the diaper cart go by.
- We lied.
You wrote a book of lies.
- Not difficult to see lies flying above my head,
but it's almost impossible to shoot them down.
- Hannibal will shoot them down.
He's written a brilliant piece
for The American Journal of Psychiatry.
- (sighing): Everything he writes
is always about a problem he does not have.
- Well, what he's written is going to be your problem. It's not so much an article
as it is a rebuttal.
- Hard to believe an inmate's opinion will count for anything
in the professional community.
- It's going to count, Frederick,
and it's going to sting.
- You think he would have taken the opportunity to gloat.
- He will have plenty of time to gloat
watching the diaper carts go by.
So, what did you two talk about?
- The Tooth Fairy.
Detected a trace of competitive vanity in our man.
I would be cautious.
The Young Turk may inspire the Old Lithuanian
to keep himself interesting.
(Never Be Anyone Else But You by Ricky Nelson playing)
- ¶¶ There'll never be
¶ Anyone else but you ¶
¶ For me ¶
¶ Never, ever be Just couldn't be ¶
(mechanical banging and screeching) ¶ Anyone else ¶
(demonic screeches)
(barking)
- Don't want to talk inside?
(dogs barking)
Oh, you don't want to let me inside.
I've come too far to let the cold
stop me, Will. - Why should the cold stop
what common sense couldn't?
- So, you don't want to talk about it here.
- I don't want to talk about it anywhere.
You've got to talk about it, so let's have it, hmm?
Just, uh...
just don't get out any pictures,
'cause Molly and Walter will be back soon.
- How much do you know?
- Two families killed in their homes a month apart. Similar circumstances.
- Not similar. The same.
You ever think about giving me a call?
- No.
- You know what it is?
- I didn't call you because
I didn't want to.
I don't think I can be
of any use to you, Jack. I don't think about this anymore.
I don't believe I could do it now.
- Hold that.
- I think this freak is in phase with the moon.
Killed the Jacobis almost four weeks ago in Chicago. Full moon.
Killed the Leeds family in Buffalo night before last
a day short of a lunar month. With a little bit of luck,
we might have a little more
than three weeks before he does it again.
- People dump small ones here all the time
and I can give away the cute ones, the rest stay
and get to be big ones. - Yeah, Molly's a sucker for strays.
- You're not fooling anybody.
- You have a nice life here.
- Yeah. Yeah, I'm lucky here. I know that.
- I'm gonna take the dogs out for a pee. - OK.
- Come on, boys. Come here!
- How old is he? - 11.
- He's going to be taller than you. - Yeah, his father was.
I'll come with you. Come on!
(dogs yipping and whining)
- So, whatever he says he wants to do,
you'll take him anyway, won't you?
- I have to.
I promise I'll try to make it as easy on him as I can.
I know what I'm asking
and I wished to God I didn't have to.
- How bad is it gonna be
if you stay here and read about the next one?
If you stay and there's more killing,
maybe it would sour this place for you.
High Noon and all that.
- Do you want me to go?
- I'd have the satisfaction that you did the right thing.
He kills families. (sighing)
- If I go...
I'll be different when I get back.
- I won't.
- "Dear Will, we have all found a new life,
"but our old lives hover in the shadows.
"Soon enough, I fear Jack Crawford will come knocking.
"I would encourage you as a friend,
"not to step back through the door he holds open.
"It's dark on the other side
and madness is waiting."
(humming sound)
(scratching)
(grunting) - I cut Mr. Leeds's throat as he lies asleep beside his wife.
I shoot Mrs. Leeds. (silenced shot)
(screaming) The bullet enters
to the right of her navel and lodges in her lumbar spine.
- Mr. Leeds rises,
his throat cut,
to protect the children.
(groaning muffled shrieks)
- PLEASE! PLEASE! (sobbing)
- I shoot one of the two boys in bed.
The other boy I pull out from under his bed
and shoot him on the floor.
(groaning)
Losing gouts of blood Mr. Leeds falls and dies
outside his son's room.
The smashing of mirrors begins.
I moved the family after they were dead
and later put them back where they were
when I killed them.
Talcum powder on the body.
There's none in the house...
- I have to touch her.
- This is my design.
- I was told you were told I was coming.
Were you not told? - Your office or agency
called me, of course, but last night we had to get the police
to remove an obnoxious flame-haired woman
who was trying to take pictures. I'm being very careful. I'm sure you understand,
Mr. Price. - Agent. Special.
- Special Agent Price,
the bodies were only released to us at one o'clock this morning,
and the funeral is at five this afternoon. We simply can't delay it.
- This won't take very long. I'm going to need
one reasonably intelligent assistant, if you have one.
(clattering)
Cancel the reasonably intelligent assistant,
mine just showed up. - I can't help you with your thing. I've got a thing.
- What kind of thing do you got? - I'm reconstructing teeth
from the bite marks on Mrs. Leeds
and this, uh, cheddar cheese wheel thing we found in her refrigerator.
- The Tooth Fairy was feeling peckish. - Well, OK, we'll double-Dutch.
Woman's got to get in the ground.
- Voilà.
It's a partial. Probably a thumb.
- Jimmy, you're the light of my life.
- I know. The print was smudged.
Came off Mrs. Leeds's eye. Never did that before.
- I just, I'm...
I'm, sorry. I'm just surprised to see you back.
- Welcome back.
- Jimmy. - OK.
The mirror pieces all had those smooth prints.
Forefinger on the back of the piece wedged in her labia, smudged thumb on the front.
- He polished it after he placed it
so he could see his face in there.
- One in her mouth was obscured by blood,
same with the eyes. Ran an AFIS.
He's not in the print index.
- We could run a "Have you seen these teeth" sort of APB.
They're distinctive.
Pegged lateral incisors here and here.
I mean, the teeth are all crooked.
The central incisor's got a corner missing,
the other central incisor has a groove in it.
- A snaggletooth son of a bitch.
- Yeah. And he bites.
A lot.
- He may have a history of biting in lesser assaults.
May be a fighting pattern as much as sexual behavior.
- What's he fighting, Will?
(spraying)
(blowing)
(odd groaning)
(growling sound)
(roaring sound)
(dialling)
(ringing)
- You were asking about the dog.
Last night, a vet called the police.
Leeds and his oldest boy took the dog into the vet
the afternoon before they were killed.
- What's going to happen to it?
- Please don't worry about the dog.
(chuckling) - What do you expect me to do?
- The best you can, that's all.
- There is something else I can do.
I can wait
until I'm driven to it by desperation
in the last days before the full moon, or I could do it now,
while it might be of some use.
- Is there an opinion that you want, Will?
- It's a mindset I need to recover.
I have to see Hannibal.
- Hello, Dr. Lecter.
- Hello, Will.
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