Hannibal (2013–2015): Season 2, Episode 4 - Takiawase - full transcript

Previously on Hannibal...

I'm giving my life to death.

And now Death has followed you home.

I don't think I wanna do chemotherapy.

- Do I have any say in this?
- No.

I'm devoting a lot of time to this
mural, Will. I could use your help.

What was the cause of death
in the bailiff's murder? - Bullets.

- And in Will Graham's victims?
- Mutilation.

There are clearly two different killers
and two different cases.

Will claims someone else committed
the crimes he's accused of.

- He said that person was you.
- Perhaps he was half right.



Wrap the leader

around the tippet. Four,

five, six times.

Tuck the end between the lines.

Tighten.

And... trim.

It's called a blood knot.

Your father taught you how to hunt.

I'm going to teach you how to fish.

Same thing, isn't it?

One you stalk, the other you re?

One you catch, the other you shoot.

What are you trying to catch?

The one who caught you.



The one that got away.

Catch a fish once

and it gets away, it's
a lot harder to catch again.

(chuckling)

Everybody thinks you're lying
about the one that got away.

That's why I have to catch him.

Last thing before casting a line:

name the bait on your hook
after somebody you cherished.

To say goodbye?

If the person you name it
after cherished you,

as the superstition goes,
you will catch the fish.

Oh.

And what did you name it?

Abigail.

(creaking sound)

You were right.
Killer was in the mural.

Just where you said he'd be.
His name was James Gray.

We found his vehicle outside the farm.

Enough DNA on the bed of his
truck for us to be confident

he's the Muralist. - You found as much
evidence on him as you did on me.

I'm glad you said it.

Who stitched him into the mural?

We don't know.
He may have had a partner.

Another killer. Maybe
they had a suicide pact.

There was no partner.

This artist worked alone until he
was stitched into his own creation.

- No signs of a struggle.
- No.

So, this second killer, whoever he is,

understood the Muralist well enough

not just to find his canvas,
but well enough to convince him

- to be part of it.
- You have an idea who that might be?

- I do.
- Don't say, "Hannibal Lecter."

- I'm saying Hannibal Lecter.
- Didn't you stop ringing that bell?

I'm not asking you to believe anything you
can't prove. I'm just asking you to prove it.

- Hannibal Lecter has no reason-
- That is exactly right.

He has no discernible reason other than

his own amusement and curiosity.

That's hard to prove.

There will be a very clever
detail to find on James Gray.

He wouldn't be able
to resist it. Probably something

that was overlooked.
Something hidden.

I'll look for clever details.

But I'm not looking for Hannibal.

Just as long as you're looking.

You look out there.

I'll look in here.

(bee buzzing)

(buzzing)

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I'll give you the same deal
I gave Beverly Katz.

I know you know what it is.

You've been recording our conversations.

Or are we pretending you didn't?

What "this" are you offering in exchange

- for my "that"?
- I'm quite the topic

of conversation in psychiatric circles.

(chuckling)

I shared my diagnosis of you
on the witness stand.

Your personality disorders,

neuroses... all forgeries.

Even if that were true,
I'd still be a psychopath

- of some interest.
- Mm.

Quite a manipulative one at that.

Poor, confused, wounded bird

for Agent Crawford and
Doctors Lecter and Bloom.

And for me, well,

I get the psychopath's
triumvirate: charm,

focus, and ruthlessness.

The charm being debateable, of course.

So, either I'm a psychopath
or I am delusional.

Or I'm right about Hannibal
Lecter. Aren't you curious

which one it is?

- Will you allow me to test you?
- Test me?

I'll take 'em all.

You will be the first
and last word in the mind

of Will Graham. God, you could
dine out on that for years.

What about Dr. Lecter?

Shouldn't you be my one and
only psychiatrist, Dr. Chilton?

- Ideally.
- Well then, as to your "that"

for my "this."

Do not discuss me or my
therapy with Hannibal Lecter.

Tell him that you've decided I am no longer

any of his business.

I am now under your exclusive care.

Lazarus had it good.

My social circle doesn't include a friend

with power over death.

I suppose I should've embraced Facebook

while I had the chance.
(chuckling)

I never should have let Jack
talk me into taking chemo.

He's trying to extend your life.

He's trying to extend a quality of life

that's not worth the effort.

Jack's efforts or yours?

I'm vomiting my stomach lining.

On a good day, I sleep

fifteen to eighteen hours.

On a bad day, I don't sleep.

My best-case
scenario

is prolonged pain management.

Jack will help you manage.

He loves you, Bella.

When you are gone, he will feel
your silence like a draft.

My silence is inevitable.

The war is over.

The cancer is an occupying force.

I want to surrender.

While I still have my dignity.

- You are considering ending your life?
- Suicide seems

like a valid solution to my problem.

How does that make you feel?

Alive.

How does it make you feel?

I've always found the idea
of death comforting.

The thought that my life
could end at any moment

frees me to fully appreciate
the beauty, and art,

and horror of everything
this world has to offer.

A death benefit?

Upon taking his own life, Socrates

offered a rooster to the god
of healing, Asclepius,

to pay his debt.

What debt might that be?

To Socrates, death was not a defeat...

...but a cure.

Gentlemen...

Local police were supposed
to exterminate the bees

so we could work the crime scene.
Apparently, someone shut that down.

- I did. - He did.
- Jimmy?

Well, I love bees.

Did you know that the drone

is nature's most talented
suicidal swordsman?

When the drone mates with the queen,

his ejaculation is so explosive,

it's audible to the human ear.

All right.

How long has he been out here?

Ah, from de-comp, I'd estimate two weeks.

Which makes sense with how
much honey is being produced.

Do bees naturally hive
in human carcasses like this?

No. The victim was purposely
repurposed as a human apiary.

Purposely.

Somebody removed the eyes and part

of the brain to make room for the hive.

Zeller's out in the field, otherwise
I'd ask him to help me with this.

I was a surgeon and
a doctor, yes. Have you found

any evidence on the Muralist's friend?

That's what I need your help with.
Might not have been a friend.

Might not have even been an acquaintance.

Whoever killed him, understood him.

So often you open your mouth

and I hear Will Graham's words come out.

I have an arrangement with Will.

He's agreed to consult with me on cases,

if I keep investigating
the murders he's accused of.

I'm happy to hear that.

Will needs a champion now more than ever.

He has you, doesn't he?

You think there's a chance he
could be innocent. I know you do.

I believe there is a possibility.

I'm just relieved he's not saying
the killer is you anymore.

At least not to me.

Who does Will believe killed the Muralist?

Doesn't know.

He thinks if James Gray's killer

hid him in the mural, he may
have hid something else.

A signature?

What kind of killer

seeks to depict the unconscious,
instinctual striving of his victim

by sewing him into a human mural?

It wasn't just for appearances.

You have to get to the truth
beneath the appearances.

Only by going deep beneath
the skin will you understand

the nature of this killer's pathology.

Before I start asking you questions,

I need some confidence that
you will be telling the truth

- when you answer.
- What's this?

A consent form.
You're agreeing

to a narcoanalytic
interview. You. Me.

And our old friend, sodium amytal.

A little something to loosen my tongue?

Something lawfully used in the evaluation

of psychotic patients.

What would you use

to induce memory loss in a
patient, psychotic or otherwise?

The protein synthesis that moves memories

from short-term to long-term
can be interrupted,

but that requires tools and skills.

And a certain level of unorthodoxy.

Does Hannibal Lecter possess
those tools and skills?

Dr. Lecter has indicated
to me that he is open

to the unorthodox when
it comes to treating patients.

I wonder how that subject came up...

Sharing stories of the unorthodox.

Sign here.

I want you to draw a clock for me.

(muffled): Did Dr. Lecter
administer any drug therapies

during your sessions together?

Sedatives...

The strobe causes neurons to fire en masse,

like striking many piano keys at once.

The strobe causes neurons to fire en masse,

like striking many...

The dissonance might foster
a change in your mind.

Is something wrong?

Will...?

He was inducing seizures.

He was encouraging them.
The blackouts.

The lost time.

It was strategic.
It was planned.

You would only see a seizure
response in a brain

afflicted with photosensitive epilepsy.

Or afflicted by something just as damaging.

Like encephalitis.

That would suggest a radically
unorthodox form of therapy.

Yes, it would.

Doctor Lecter.

I am so embarrassed.

You didn't get my message?

I canceled your appointment
with Will Graham.

Is everything all right?

I can explain.
Shall we?

Will is at a delicate point in his therapy.

I don't want to confuse him
any more than he already is.

Confuse him?

Isn't it your opinion he's
an intelligent psychopath?

It was, but my opinion is evolving.

After administering a
narcoanalytic interview,

therapeutically vital
information has come to light.

- What sort of information?
- What Will Graham suffers from

may not be a single condition,
but a continuum

of illnesses, all with different

neurological mechanisms.
Some naturally occurring,

- others appear to have been induced.
- Induced?

Induced by whom?

Did you ever use any kind
of light stimulation

in your treatment?

Light stimulation is a
standard tool for neurotherapy.

Evidently, it was overloading
his visual cortex.

Creating seizures, time
loss, gaps in his memory.

Almost strategically, it seems.

You're suggesting it was intentional?

All our conversations
about psychic driving.

You were so curious and eager
to hear what I had to say

- while saying very little yourself.
- I had very little to say.

I have been thinking about the possibility

that you may have been psychic
driving Will Graham all along.

A bold accusation, Frederick.

You are not the only psychiatrist
accused of making a patient kill.

We have to stick together.

Last time I did this, this
isn't how I did this.

The young man at the dispensary
calls this "purple kush."

He says all his cancer patients

love its "deep body stone."
(chuckling)

May I?

- Do you still get drug tested?
- Oh, come on, gimme that thing.

I'm supporting my wife.

I filled out my advadirect.

I added a DNR.

Oh, you are harshing my buzz right now.

I read an article the other day

about magnetic hyperthermia.

It's looking promising as a treatment

for lung cancer.

Come here.

I know what to expect from lung cancer.

I am my mother's daughter,

and I watched her go through exactly

- what I am going through now.
- I know.

Hey... I remember

sitting by her bed

when she woke up in so much pain

that all she could do was scream my name.

I didn't know how to help her.

So I did nothing.

There was nothing you could do.

And there will be a time when
there is nothing you can do.

And I don't want you to remember me

pleading with you to make the pain go away.

Oh, I'm not going to remember you that way.

First of all, I'm going to remember you

walking along the quays
of Italy in the sunshine

with a trail of signori behind you

shouting "bella,
bella, bella."

And I'm going to remember
that your hands...

that they smelled of thyme when
you came in from the garden.

And garlic and onions

every time you left the kitchen.
(laughing)

I'm going to remember you as
beautiful as you are right now.

Well, good.

Good.

Duncan Halloran,
fifty-two, divorced, bankrupt.

Reported missing six months ago.

And what do we know about his death?

Considering any post-mortem morphological
changes, this guy's white blood cell count

- was through the roof when he died.
- You're telling me

his killer was a fever
and/or a massive infection?

- Lock 'em both up.
- No family. No money.

No reason to live.
Alive, dead, or dying,

- who put him under the tree?
- It's possible

we're dealing with a highly motivated
religious individual here.

- Explain. - In Hinduism, honey is one of
the five elixirs of immortality.

In Christianity, the bee
is considered to be

an emblem of Christ; his
mildness and mercy on one side,

- his Old Testament justice on the other.
- OK. The orbital bone,

his sphenoid, um, behind where
the eyeballs would usually be,

there's tiny punctures.
Something long and sharp

was pushed in his brain.

Jack, this guy was lobotomized.

- How are you feeling today?
- Not well.

My arthritis is killing me.
I can't take much more of it.

A course of bee venom therapy
would soothe the inflammation.

I can barely afford this treatment.

That's a problem for another day.

Now,

you just quiet your mind.

Just live in the present.

- You feel that?
- No.

Good.

You feel that?

- No.
- Good.

Feel that?

I can't feel anything.

Good.

Then you won't feel this...

(whimpering)

Mister, you're not supposed
to stare at the sun.

It'll hurt your eyes.

Multiple holes in this guy.
Over a dozen.

Both eye sockets.

The-the lesions have severed

most of the nerve tract
in the frontal lobe.

He's covered in bee stings
like he got swarmed.

Must be floating in apitoxin,
or he doesn't feel a thing.

Yeah, the not feeling anything has
got nothing to do with bee stings.

Welcome to the world of the living dead.

There's a pattern.

- Hey.
- Hey...

- Look what the cat's dragged in.
- What are you looking at?

(both): A pattern.

See, some of the bee stings triggered
an allergic reaction, others didn't.

The inflamed bee stings were all in line

with the body's meridian,
on acupuncture points.

The bee stings are hiding the needle marks.

What did you say?

Uh, the bee stings are
hiding the needle marks?

Stitches are hiding stitches.

Only by going deep beneath the skin

will you understand the nature
of this killer's pathology.

He took his kidney.

I feel like I'm losing my mind.

Tell me if he's real.

- I don't see anyone.
- No, he's right there.

- There's no one there. We're alone.
- You're lying.

You came here alone. Do you
remember coming alone?

- Please don't lie to me.
- Garrett Jacob Hobbs is dead.

- You killed him. You watched him die.
- What's happening to me?

Will. Will, you're having

an episode. I want you
to hand me over the gun.

Will, I want you to hand me your...

Will...

He's had a mild seizure.

That... doesn't seem
to bother you.

I said it was mild.

Are you the man who claimed
to be the Chesapeake Ripper?

Why do you say "claimed"?

Because you're not.

You know you're not and
you don't know much more

about who you are beyond that.

Are you the Ripper?

A terrible thing, to have
your identity taken from you.

Whoever killed James Gray
didn't just take his leg.

Sutures hidden beneath the stitching

that wove him into the mural. One
crime made to look like another.

Like the Copycat.

And...

the Chesapeake Ripper.

Now you're saying Hannibal
Lecter is the Chesapeake Ripper?

I'm saying also the Chesapeake Ripper.

Um...

were the kidneys surgically removed?

- Yes.
- Dr. Lecter was a surgeon.

I know he was. I asked him to
consult on James Gray's autopsy.

You what?

If you invited him

with an actual agenda,
Hannibal would know it.

- He pointed me to the evidence.
- He pointed you

to an absence of evidence.

He's baiting a hook, Beverly.

He's toying with you.
Go to Jack. Tell him everything.

I can't bring this to Jack
until I can back it up.

Stay away from Hannibal Lecter.

The Chesapeake Ripper
kept surgical trophies.

If Hannibal's the ripper, what's
he doing with his trophies?

(crows cawing)

He's eating them.

***

Yes.

I'm Special Agent
Jack Crawford with the FBI.

This is Agent Zeller and Agent Price.

We'd like to speak with you about
two of your former patients.

Would you like to come in?

When was the last time you saw
Duncan Halloran or Lloyd Roat?

Whenever our last appointments were.

- I can check in my calendar, if you want.
- Sure.

- Have you found them?
- Yes, we have.

Mr. Halloran is deceased.

And Mr. Roat
might as well be.

Whew...

- Poor Mr. Halloran...
- What were you treating him for?

That man trudged from disease to disease.

He had severe combined immunodeficiency.

Life didn't seem to be going his way.

- Please.
- Thank you.

Hm...

I find that, uh,

people don't get their own way

because, um, they often
don't know themselves

where that way leads.

Mr. Halloran, he couldn't
envision a dignified end of life.

So, it's much nicer to die,

well, for him, to die in a meadow,

a head full of bees.

- Have you tried the honey?
- No.

I couldn't bring myself to either.
It seemed too morbid.

So you left him in the field

- to die?
- I brought him

to the field to die.
I didn't kill him.

I quieted his mind so that
he could die in peace.

And Mr. Roat?

- You quieted his mind, too?
- Oh, him.

He suffered crippling arthritis.

After he was quieted...

...I saw him walk pain-free
for the very first time

in his life.

I can't make pain go away,

but I can make it so that
it doesn't matter.

I-I protected them.

I protected these people from hopelessness.

And that's beautiful.

Please come in.

It's a little unnerving,

not being able to walk across the floor.

Nothing can be so unnerving
for someone strong

as being weak.

I was so weak after chemotherapy,

Jack had to physically pick me up.

It was the second time he carried
me across the threshold.

I brought you something.

A gift?

Paying my debt.

Coq Gaulois.

For helping me understand
that death is not a defeat,

but a cure.

What have you taken, Bella?

My morphine.

Every bit of it.

I didn't want to die at home.

I didn't want Jack to find me.

I didn't want him to make that call...

...to be in the room
with my body,

waiting...

for it to become some ceremonial object

apart from him,

separate

from who I was,

someone he can only...

...hold in his mind.

You denied him his goodbye.

I denied him...

a painful goodbye.

And allowed myself a peaceful one.

Tell Jack...

...I love him very much.

Yes.

Goodbye, Dr. Lecter.

Goodbye, Bella.

Hey. Have you seen Jack?

Oh. No, no, no,
there was, uh,

some emergency with his wife.
Dr. Lecter called

- from the hospital, asked him to come down.
- Is Mrs. Crawford okay?

I don't know.
He didn't say.

So Hannibal's at the hospital, too?

(moaning softly)

- Hi, baby.
- Hey.

I'm here.

I'm here.

What are you doing here?

I want to apologize.

I couldn't honor what you asked of me.

I'm sorry.

(coughing)

Get out.

Gotcha.

(creaking)

Oh, my God.

(gunshots)

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