Hannibal (2013–2015): Season 2, Episode 6 - Futamono - full transcript

- Previously on Hannibal...
- Do not discuss me

with Hannibal Lecter.

I brought Gideon back
because I thought he may be

useful in Will Graham's therapy.

I'm going to give you a chance
to save Will from himself.

Who does he want to kill, doctor?

I want you to kill Hannibal Lecter.

(Hannibal): Will Graham is not a
murderer. He asked you to do this.

(Gunshot)

(Jack): Get an ambulance!

(Harpsichord music)



You're moving smoothly and slowly, Jack.

Carrying your concentration
like a brimming cup.

Hannibal Lecter was almost murdered...

by an employee of this hospital.

An attendant

who we believe is the person that...

killed the bailiff and the
judge at your murder trial.

He killed the bailiff,
he didn't kill the judge.

- That was the Chesapeake Ripper.
- You know this?

He told me.

Then you told him to kill Hannibal.

Nothing I said made that happen, Jack.

It just happened.

It just happened.



You don't seem to be
too broken up about it.

There's a common emotion we all recognize

and have not yet named.

The happy anticipation of
being able to feel contempt.

You feel contempt for Hannibal?

Well, I have contempt for the ripper.
I have contempt for what he does.

- And what does he do?
- What does he do?

What is the first and
principal thing he does?

What need does he serve by killing?

He harvests organs.

No, that's only the action of what
he does. Why does he need to do it?

The ripper kills in sounders
of three or four in quick order.

Do you know why?

I know why.

Then tell me.

Because if he waits too
long, then the meat spoils.

He's eating them?

Hannibal is like Garrett
Jacob Hobbs? A cannibal?

No, not like Garrett Jacob Hobbs.

Hobbs ate his victims to honor them;

the ripper eats his victims because
they're no better to him than pigs.

With the exception of
Beverly Katz, there is no

connection between Hannibal
and any ripper victims.

No immediate connection.

Hannibal Lecter is not
the Chesapeake Ripper.

If the ripper's killing,

you can bet Hannibal Lecter's
planning a dinner party.

You and I probably sipped wine
while swallowing the people

to whom we were trying
to give justice, Jack.

Who does he have to kill
before you open your eyes?

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.

All of them skewered.

It's a thematic dish.

(Piano music playing)

My heart certainly feels skewered.

You have the scars to prove it.

It feels as if that noose
is still around my neck.

Strange having nightmares; I never used to.

Don't make the same mistake I've made;

being your own psychiatrist.

I'm always assessing my feelings
instead of acting on them.

It's the safest course.

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

I'm metabolizing the experience

by composing a new piece of music.

Harpsichord or Theremin?

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.

And do you know what to do?

I need to get my appetite back.

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What do we got?

He's literally grafted in
place. These are living roots.

He's got varicose vines.

Threaded through, uh, from his heels,

under his legs, his back, through
his torso, out his fingertips.

Followed some pretty tricky
endoscopic surgical paths.

Chesapeake ripper usually
cherry-picks his organs.

He took almost all of them;
Everything but the lungs.

The time that he devotes to his work...

He really takes pride.

Belladonna for the heart.

Chain of white oleander for the intestines.

Ragwort for the liver.

These flowers are all poisonous.

Yes. This is a judgment.

The ripper believes that his victim was...

Toxic somehow, a poisonous man.

He's so damn certain he makes me sick.

There is a pattern taking shape.

I just have to convince my eyes to see it.

I've convinced myself

of something I had refused
to see for a long time.

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

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.

I feel the same way.

We, um...

- (Clearing his throat) Found another ripper victim...
- 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.

I don't blame you.

We both have to transform

our misfortunes into life enhancing events.

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

I'm going to start by
hosting a dinner party.

And please tell me you'll come.

I wouldn't miss it.

(Glasses touching)

(Will): You should've let him die.

Shoulda, coulda, woulda.

He's gonna kill you, you know.

Can't get me in here.

No, here is exactly
where he'll get you, Abel.

The moment I convinced the
chief of staff to put you

in a cell next to me, you were
stamped with an expiration date.

Anyone who gets too close gets got.

He's the devil, remember? Smoke.

I'd be very nervous if I was Dr. Chilton.

He's getting close too.

The only way you and Frederick are gonna

get out of this alive is if the
Chesapeake ripper is stopped.

Hannibal Lecter deserves to die.

You didn't bring me here to
help you kill Hannibal Lecter.

No, I didn't; I brought
you here to bear witness.

To tell Jack Crawford that I sat

in Hannibal Lecter's
cobalt blue dining room,

an ostentatious herb garden

with leda and the swan over the fireplace
and you having a fit in the corner.

That's where I asked him if
he was the Chesapeake Ripper,

and he avoided the question and
suggested I kill Alana Bloom.

Yes. Tell Jack that.

I'll tell Jack Crawford everything

if you tell me why Hannibal did it.

Because he wanted to see what would happen.

That's where I asked him if
he was the Chesapeake Ripper

and he avoided the question and
suggested I kill Alana Bloom.

Abel Gideon is a lunatic.

He is psychotic, not psychic.

We know that Gideon has

a history of being
susceptible to suggestion.

The simplest explanation as to why
he can describe Hannibal Lecter's home

is that he was in Hannibal Lecter's home.

Will Graham could've given him the details.

No such details were given.

There has not been a word
exchanged between those two men

in my hospital that I have not heard.

Then you're aware what Will
is accusing Hannibal Lecter of.

Oh, yes.

I am aware.

And I am grateful that
I have trouble digesting

animal proteins, as the
last meals I have shared

with Hannibal Lecter have all been salads.

Do you believe him?

Hannibal once served me tongue and
then made a joke about eating mine.

It would be narrow to
not at least consider it.

Will is delusional. He would like

to reinforce his delusion
with you, with me,

with Abel Gideon.

That doesn't mean he is not right.

No, it doesn't.

The Chesapeake Ripper is killing again...

And Hannibal Lecter is
throwing a dinner party.

Jack, he fits the profile.

He is attracted to medical

and psychological fields because
they offer power over man.

Cannibalism...

cannibalism is an act of dominance.

His name's Sheldon Isley!

A Baltimore city councilman!

Ripper's a politician now!

At least a conservationist.

Five, six years ago, Isley

brokered a woodlands development deal
despite the disapproval of the epa.

So the councilman paved paradise
and put up a parking lot.

Well, what he paved was an
important nesting habitat

for endangered songbirds.
The son of a bitch.

He was wearing this as a crown.

Autopsy report

gave us what you'd expect
from the Chesapeake Ripper.

Pre-mortem surgical dissection,
latex glove impressions,

body was posed before rigor set in.

- What did the lungs cough up?
- Water.

The councilman was drowned,
lungs filled with aspirated water.

He was standing in water up to his
thighs for 48 to 72 hours before he died.

- To feed the tree.
- Possibly.

Now, here's the exciting part.

Tree man actually bears fruit.

Diatoms. Unicellular
colonies. Good as fingerprints.

No two water sources have
the same diatom population.

Water in the lungs gives us
location of death. Show me.

Here, in a 50 mile radius.

(Birds singing)

My head is filled

with conspiracies. Too
many versions of events

he said she said.

He said she said he
said. It's just maddening.

In my experience, that means

a lot of people are lying
about a lot of different things.

Well, the one thing I have clarity on
is Will Graham tried to kill Hannibal.

And thinks it was a righteous act.

Well, that says more about Will
than it does about Hannibal.

Hannibal's been a teacher,

a mentor, and a friend.
I've known him before

- you or Will or any of this.
- I don't claim to know anyone.

I look at these dogs, I see
the best part of Will.

But he's lying. He's manipulating.

He's playing a game and
he's not scared, not anymore.

That's what's making him dangerous.

Hello, Dr. Lecter.

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.

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

You've been lying to me, Will.

Well, I... I don't have a gauge for reality

that works well enough to
know if I've been lying.

But you understand the reality
of Beverly Katz's death.

You understand your role in that.

What was my role?

Beverly died at your behest.

You are as angry with yourself

as you are with whoever murdered her.

Actually...

I am singularly angry
with whoever murdered her.

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.

Oh, I'm no more guilty of
what you've accused me of

than you are of what I've accused you of.

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.

Oh, you think I'm in control?

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.

(Door buzzer)

So, it seems all the king's
horses and all the king's men

could indeed put humpty together again.

Is everything back where I found it?

With one or two exceptions.

I know people who consider me autocratic.

I'm not the most loved of administrators,

but that nurse you
murdered, she was well liked.

And so were the attendants you killed.

There is nothing like grief and trauma

to pull people together.

Jack Crawford would like
to have a word with you.

I trust you will behave yourself, Abel.

I'm sure you and Frederick
have had many a conversation

about my bad behavior, Jack.

How does he describe me?

A pure sociopath, by the book.

- Is that by your book, Frederick?
- Yes.

I'd just like to point out
that the word "sociopath" has

not been used by any respected
psychiatrist since 1968.

Dr. Gideon, do you have any information
about the Chesapeake Ripper, or not?

- Down to brass tacks.
- You told Will Graham that you were in Dr. Lecter's home.

- Why were you there?
- I have never set foot

in Dr. Lecter's home. I
only met the man a week ago.

However, Dr. Chilton was kind
enough to share the details

- of his dining room.
- Why would he do that?

Yes, why would he do that?

Will Graham is very keen to believe

that Hannibal Lecter is
the Chesapeake Ripper.

Dr. Chilton did very little to disavow him

of that notion, and
encouraged me to do the same.

I apologize, Agent Crawford,
for wasting your time.

It's not your actions and
betrayal that I resent,

Dr. Chilton; It's just the lies.

- Mm-hmm. I'll walk you out.
- Thank you.

Dr. Chilton hired a
nurse who's had experience

in mental hospitals,
but not as an employee.

That nurse attempted to
murder Hannibal Lecter,

and you blame Will Graham.

You got the right box there, Jack,

but you're looking in the wrong corner.

All the coiled resentment in this place,

it's gotta be bad for the digestion.

You know that poor Nurse
Shell that I murdered?

I know she's seen as some
kind of beloved sister,

but wasn't she also kind of a good
time girl with a beer or two inside her?

I asked her if she had eyes
for me, and she said no.

So I had to take 'em.

Prosciutto roses.

Heart tartare.

Beef roulade.

Whatever this is.

Needless to say, I will
not be eating the food.

Nice to see you again, Dr. Chilton.

Hm. Hannibal the cannibal.

That is what they'll call him, you know.

Not according to Abel Gideon.

Gideon has given me
enough trouble for one day.

The fact that he lied to you
makes me even more certain

he was telling Will Graham the truth.

Why did you come here tonight
if you're so convinced?

Darwinism.

I do not want him to
think I suspect anything.

I really shouldn't be seen speaking to you.

I don't want to be perceived as a threat.

Jack.

I'm so happy you're here.
After all, you are the guest

- of honor. You saved my life.
- Unfortunately, my friend, I can't stay.

Um... ooh.

I would love to take some food
to go, if that's all right.

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

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.

- Hello, Jack.
- Hello, Alana.

I do have your permission, Dr. Lecter?

- Help yourself.
- Thank you.

Eat it soon or it'll spoil.

- Thank you. Good evening.
- Good evening.

Z.

Test this.

(Playing "chopsticks")

Well, the ending to my composition has been

eluding me, but you may just have
solved that problem with "chopsticks."

If only every problem could
be solved with a simple waltz.

Jack's treating you like a suspect.

Pointing fingers in the dark.

I've walked away from Will,

but I'm still trailing his accusations.

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.

What does walking away leave us?

Each other.

(Door opening)

Hello, Dr. Gideon.

Put the heart monitor on the guard
so no one knew Gideon was missing,

at least as long as it took for
the guard to die, which wasn't long.

- It was long enough.
- He was strung up with

fish hooks. Hand-tied flies,

just like Will Graham used to make.

This one has a human hair in it,

- and a tooth.
- Jack,

there is no way Gideon
could've done any of this

with the injuries he had,
much less get out of bed.

Well, the last time Gideon escaped custody,

he went looking for the Chesapeake Ripper.

He found him, all right.

Last night...

The ripper found Gideon.

You're awake.

So are you.

I was thinking about funerals,

and how often they make us want sex.

It's one in the eye for death.

Not that...

this wasn't... funeral sex or...

Of course it was.

We both just buried a friend.

We buried Will.

There's something liberating
about finally letting him go.

Yes. There is.

We have a lot of reasons to do this;

not just funeral reasons.

(Doorbell)

Last time someone rang
my doorbell this early,

it was a census taker.

(Doorbell)

I'll see who it is.

- Jack.
- Hannibal.

What can I do for you?

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.

He escaped?

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?

I was here.

All night?

Yes.

Anyone other than yourself

- that can verify that?
- I can.

I was with Hannibal all night, Jack.

- What are you accusing him of?
- I'm not accusing him

of anything; Only asking his whereabouts.

That's not all you're asking.

Rôti de cuisse.

Clay-roasted thigh.

And canoe-cut marrow bone.

(Classical music playing)

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?
- I think you already have.

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.

Hard to have anything,
isn't it, Dr. Lecter?

Rare to get it, hard to keep it.

A damn slippery life.

You were determined to know the
Chesapeake Ripper, Dr. Gideon.

Now is your opportunity.

You intend me to be my own last supper?

Yes.

How does one politely refuse a dish

in circumstances such as these?

One doesn't.

The tragedy is not to die,
Abel, but to be wasted.

My compliments to the chef.

- Goose, pig, cow.
- Not just cow; wagyu beef.

There's about $100 worth right there.

How do you know it's not kobe?

- Well, all kobe is wagyu; Not all wagyu is kobe.
- Ok.

Well, at least we know Dr.
Lecter wasn't serving up people.

You want people?

The Chesapeake Ripper has
been tying flies with them,

just like Will Graham allegedly did.

Hair woven into the mono
filaments is Beverly's;

bone fragments of Miriam Lass;

veining from Sheldon Isley, uh,

optical nerve and
arteries from Judge Davies,

and a toenail from
James Gray, our muralist.

All victims of the Chesapeake Ripper.

These four lures are almost
identical to what we found

in Will's house, made with material from

the exact same human
remains: Abigail Hobbs,

Donald Sutcliffe, Marissa
Schuur, Georgia Madchen.

Will didn't kill any of these people.

There was no copycat, never was.

It was always the ripper.

Finally taking credit
for all of his murders.

Maybe too much credit. Found
something else in the lures.

Madrona Bark. A tree almost
non existent on the east coast,

but this bark was peeled recently.

There's a small stand of
Madrona Bark in Virginia.

Inside your diatom search area?

Yep.

Here.

♪ (Hannibal's harpsichord piece) ♪

Miriam.

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