Hannibal (2013–2015): Season 3, Episode 10 - ...And the Woman Clothed in Sun - full transcript

Previously on Hannibal...

I want you to help me, Dr. Lecter.

- You read about it.
- This is a very shy boy, Will.

- I would love to meet him.
- I'm Francis Dolarhyde.

Ms. McClane, can I give you a ride home?

Have you considered the possibility
that he may believe he is disfigured?

May I touch your face? I just want to know

- if you're smiling or frowning.
- I'm smiling.

- Hello, Dr. Lecter.
- What are you becoming?

(hoarsely): The Great Red Dragon.

Buh... Pa! Pa!



Buh... Buh... Buh...

Shuh...

Reh.

Reh!

Buh!

Reh! Meh! Keh!

- (clunk)
- (electricity buzzing)

(phone ringing)

(high-pitched beeping)

(man): Baltimore State Hospital.

(Francis): Hello. My name is Byron Metcalf.

I'm Hannibal Lecter's lawyer.

One moment, please.

I'll hold.



- (Hannibal): Hello?
- (inhaling sharply)

Hello,

Dr. Lecter.

As an avid fan,

I wanted to tell you that

I'm delighted

that you have taken an interest in me.

I don't believe

you would tell them who I am,

even if you knew.

What particular body
you currently occupy is trivial.

(laughing quietly)

I knew that you alone

would understand this.

The important thing

is what I am becoming.

Tell me:

what are you becoming?

(hoarsely): The Great...

Red...

Dragon.

I have admired you for years

and I have a complete collection

of your press notices.

Actually,

I think of them as unfair reviews.

As unfair as yours?

They like to sling demeaning
nicknames, don't they?

"Tooth Fairy".

What could be more inappropriate?

It would shame me for you to see that,

if I didn't know that you

have suffered the same
distortions in the press.

You've read Freddie Lounds's latest?

It's not a good picture of you.

Your speech is bent and pruned
by disabilities,

real and imagined,

but your words are startling.

I want

to be recognized by you.

As John the Baptist
recognized the one who came after.

I want

to sit before you

as the Dragon sat before 666 in Revelation.

I have...

things I would love to show you.

Someday,

if circumstances permit,

I would like to meet you

and watch you...

meld...

with the strength of the Dragon.

See how magnificent you are?

"Did he who made the Lamb make thee?"

(snarling)

Hannibal S03E10
"And the Woman Clothed in Sun"

I awoke in the fresh-smelling semidark,

knowing in some primal way

that I was near the sea.

Day and evening again,

the smell of fresh flowers

and the vague awareness

of a needle bleeding into me.

He never called me my name.

That was strange at first,

and then it wasn't strange.

And then

my name

was Lydia Fell.

Deeply-felt truths about myself

as Bedelia Du Maurier

were smoke and mirrors
of the highest order.

What we take for granted

about our sense of self,

everything we see,

everything we remember,

is nothing more

than a construct

of the mind.

Dante was the first to conceive

of hell as a planned space.

An urban environment.

Before Dante, we spoke not
of the Gates of Hell,

but of the Mouth

of Hell.

My journey to damnation began

when I was swallowed by the beast.

(applause)

Thank you.

Poor Dr. Du Maurier,

swallowed whole.

Suffering inside Hannibal Lecter's bowels

for what must have felt like an eternity.

You didn't lose yourself, Bedelia,

you just crawled so far up his
ass you couldn't be bothered.

Hello, Will.

You hitched your star to a man

commonly known as a monster.

You're the Bride of Frankenstein.

We've both been his bride.

How did you manage to walk away unscarred?

Huh?

- I'm covered in scars.
- I wasn't myself.

You were.

Even when you weren't, you were.

- I wasn't wearing adequate armour.
- No.

You were naked.

Have you been to see him?

Yes.

You haven't learned your lesson, have you?

Or did you just

miss him that much?

Have you been to see him?

I've seen enough of him.

I was with him behind the veil.

You were always on the other side.

Something we should talk about.

You'll have to make an appointment.

We're at the zoo.

Why are we at the zoo?
It's cold for the zoo.

Did you ever
see a tiger?

No.

They're working on its tooth

and they have to put him to sleep.

If you want,

you can touch him.

You wanna do it?

It's in here.

How do I know he's sound asleep?

Tickle him.

(man): Do you have a general impression?

I can describe as much as you like.

Put your left hand
on the edge of the table.

You can explore with
your right. Take your time.

D?

I'd like you to tell me what you see,

if you don't mind.

He's... striking.

Orange and black stripes.

The orange is so bright,

it's almost

bleeding into the air around him.

It's radiant.

(breath trembling)

I'm right here with you.

(low purring)

(soft laugh)

(gasping)

(low purring)

(Claude Debussy's "Arabesque No. 1" playing)

(sniffing)

That was a very elegant gesture.

Eloquent, too.

Maybe the most eloquent thing
I ever heard of.

That tiger,

this house...

You're full of surprises, D.

I don't think anyone at Gateway
knows you at all.

- Did you ask them?
- No.

Then how do you know nobody knows me?

Because they wonder about you.

They wonder about everything.

They find you very mysterious.

Did they tell you how I look?

I didn't ask them.

But, yes, they told me.

Do you want to hear it?

Don't ask if you don't.

I think I'll tell you.

They said you have a kind of

hard, clean

neatness that they like.

They say you're very
sensitive about your face

and that you shouldn't be.
Where the hell are you?

Ah!

Here you are.

Do you want to know what I think?

(grunting softly)

(slow shattering sound)
(Francis' breath trembling)

(grunting)

I hope I didn't shock you.

(quick gasp)

(rhythmic music playing)

(distorted gasps and heavy breathing)

(Reba moaning)

(gasping)

(low roar)

- (growing dissonant humming)
- (groaning)

(humming ceases)

Good morning.

Good morning.

I really had a terrific time, D.

(panting): Good.

Me, too.

But I need to go home now.

Yes. Good.

I'll take you now.

(door opening)

Go behind your worktable.

If you approach the barrier
before you hear the lock snap,

I'll mace you in the face. Understand?

Yes, indeed.

Thank you so much, Denise.

(lock clicking)

(man): Are you ready for your call?

- Yes, please.
- (phone ringing)

- You've reached the offices of Byron...
- (dial tone)

(ringing) - Operator.

Operator, I don't have the use of my hands.

Could you please ring 667-JL5-0102?

- Of course. Have a nice day.
- Thank you.

(ringing)

(woman): Dr. Frederick Chilton's office.
- Is this Linda?

Linda doesn't come in on weekends.

Maybe you could help me, if you don't mind.

This is Bob Greer at
Blaine and Edwards Publishing.

Dr. Chilton asked me to send
a copy of his book to someone,

and Linda was supposed to give me

the address and phone number,
but she never did.

She'll be in on Monday.

I have to catch Federal
Express in about five minutes,

and I don't want to bother
Frederick at home.

It's right there in his contacts.

I'll dance at your wedding

- if you'll read it to me.
- I'm opening the file.

Be a darling and slide that
cursor down to the letter G,

give it a click and I'll be out
of your hair.

Alright. What was the name?

Graham.

Will Graham.

(Will): Have you had any contact with him?

(Bedelia): He sends me

greeting cards

on Christian holidays and my birthday.

He always includes a recipe.

If he does end up eating you, Bedelia,

you'd have it coming.

I can't blame him for doing

what evolution has equipped him to do.

If we just do

whatever evolution equipped us to do,

murder and cannibalism

are morally acceptable.

They are acceptable...

to murderers and cannibals.

And you.

And you.

You lied, Bedelia.

You do that a lot.

Why do you do that a lot?

I obfuscate.

Hannibal was never not my patient.

Covert treatment

suffers secrecy

and disapproval.

Covert because...

Hannibal was an uncooperative patient?

Covert because I was
a cooperative psychiatrist.

"Do no harm."

And did you?

I did.

Technically.

You dared to care.

Not the first time I've lost

professional objectivity

in a matter where Hannibal is concerned.

What did he tell you?

What do you think he told me?

I think he told you that I'm paranoid.

- Are you?
- Yes.

But that's not to suggest
I don't have good reason to be.

- You don't trust Dr. Lecter.
- No, there's something wrong

with Dr. Lecter.

Did you think that way

before he ended
the doctor-patient relationship?

No, it's why he ended it. He knew I knew.

I went to him mildly depressed,
had trouble sleeping.

I ended up wildly depressed,
not sleeping at all.

You believe your condition worsened

under Dr. Lecter's care?

"Care"?

He told me to eat more red meat
and wrote a prescription.

And have you been taking
the medication he prescribed?

Hell, no!

He wanted to administer phototherapy

to advance my circadian rhythms,
help me sleep,

but it wasn't phototherapy.
He stuck me in front of a light

and I woke up somewhere else.

Dr. Lecter told me you had

a seizure response to phototherapy.

No, he did something to me.

You experienced
a traumatic event that you now

associate with Dr. Lecter.

I nearly choked on my own tongue
and he remained indifferent.

How is one patient

worthy of compassion

and another not?

I'm under no illusion

how morally consistent
my compassion has been.

How is one murderer worthy of compassion

and not another?

All that time you were with Hannibal

behind the veil,

you'd already killed one patient.

It ever occur to you to kill another?

My relationship with Hannibal

is not as passionate as yours.

You are here

visiting an old flame.

Is your wife aware

of how intimately you and Hannibal

know each other?

She's aware enough.

You couldn't save Hannibal.

Do you think you can save this new one?

Your experience of Hannibal's attention

is so profoundly harmful,

yet so irresistible,

it undermines your ability
to think rationally.

I am thinking rationally.

You've made some very serious accusations.

Actionable accusations?

- Yes.
- And have you... taken action?

Is that what you want me to do?

Isn't that what you're supposed to
do on my behalf? And you haven't.

I am not firmly convinced

it would be in your best interest.

I am not firmly convinced you give a
rat's ass about my best interest.

Do you believe me?

I believe you are

experiencing a lack of insight.

I am trying to assist you in
regaining enough insight

that you realize
that you require medication.

(scoffing)

What medication would you
prescribe, Dr. Du Maurier?

I would prescribe exactly the medication

Dr. Lecter prescribed and you refused.

You know, whatever this is,
whatever this is,

this is why Scientologists hate psychiatry.

What do you think "this" is?

Of course he would refer me to you!

You're just as twisted as he is.

You're walking down the street

and you see a wounded bird in the grass.

What's your first thought?

It's vulnerable.

I want to help it.

My first thought
is also that it's vulnerable.

And yet...

I want to crush it.

A primal rejection of weakness which is

every bit as natural
as the nurturing instinct.

Of course,

I wouldn't crush it,

but my first thought is to do just that.

You know, I gave up free will.
I continue to act

and feel as though I have it, but I don't.

The only reason that I'm here is
that that's what was prescribed.

- Neil. Sit down.
- No! No.

This is culty and weird... (choking)

(gagging)

(gagging)

Let me help you. I'm trying to clear

your airway!

- (choking)
- (Bedelia gasps)

(dissonant humming)

One thing I learned from Hannibal

is the alchemy of lies and truths.

It's how he convinced you

you're a killer.

You're not convinced?

You're not a killer.

You're capable of righteous violence

because you are compassionate.

How are you capable?

(inhaling slowly)

Extreme acts of cruelty require...

a high level of empathy.

The next time you have an
instinct to help someone,

you might consider crushing them instead.

It might save you

a great deal of trouble.

It was done carefully and cleanly

with a very sharp knife.

It was not the work of a child.

It's a Chinese character
which means, "You hit it,"

an expression sometimes used in gambling.

A lucky sign.

The character also appears

on a mahjong tile.

Marks the Red Dragon.

"And behold a great red dragon..."

Are you familiar with William Blake's

The Great Red Dragon
and the Woman Clothed in Sun?

Blake's Dragon

stands over a pleading woman

caught in the coil of its tail.

Few images in Western art

radiate such a unique and...

nightmarish charge of demonic sexuality.

The man who killed
the Jacobis and the Leedses

saw something in them that drew him

and drove him to do it. He chose them

because something in them

spoke to him.

The Jacobis were the first to help him,

the first to lift him into
the glory of his becoming.

The Jacobis were better
than anything he knew.

Until the Leedses.

As the Dragon grows in strength and glory,

there are families to come.

I have to believe there is a common factor

and we will find it... soon.

Otherwise you have to enter more houses

and see what the Dragon has left for you.

11 days to the next full moon.

Tick-tock.

I like this Dragon, Will.

I don't think he's crazy at all.

(drawer latch clicking)

I think he may be quite sane.

A magnificent thing,

to watch the world

through his red haze.

Sign the register, please.

Painting Study. Miss Harper.

Mr. Crane? I'm Paula Harper.

You called about the Blake Watercolour?

Come with me. I'll show it
to you. You'll need this.

The museum

is closed to the general public
on Tuesdays,

but art class

and researchers are admitted.

May I ask what you're researching?

A paper on Butts.

On Thomas Butts?

You only see him in footnotes
as a patron of Blake's.

- Is he interesting?
- I'm just beginning.

We have to keep it in this box

because light will fade it.

That's why it's not on display often.

You understand you're not
allowed to touch it?

I'll display it for you...
that's the rule. OK?

Isn't it stunning? Even the best

reproductions can't possibly
do the colours justice.

It appears he used chalk as well as...

(breathing heavily)

(moaning slightly)

(sniffing deeply)

It's just this way, Mr. Graham.

You know, you're the second person

who's asked to see the Blake today.

(grunting excitedly)

Wait here. Paula, I have another visitor

for The Great Red Dragon.

Paula?

(Will grunting and coughing)