Hannibal (2013–2015): Season 3, Episode 7 - Digestivo - full transcript

Previously on Hannibal...

You won't be coming back
here for a long time.

There's something reassuring
about you eating Dr. Lecter.

It makes you the apex predator.

I am packing loads of viable sperm.

Stumbled across any viable uteruses?

- Where is the polizia?
- They're being bought

by the same people that
bought Rinaldo Pazzi.

Is your husband still in the city?

(Hannibal ): Chiyoh has always
been very protective of me.

I've taken the liberty of giving
you something to help you relax.



Jack was the first to suggest
getting inside your head.

(sawing) (screaming)

(clattering)

(sawing)

(muffled screaming)

(heartbeat pounding)

(muffled bang)

- (sawing stops)
- Sono un ufficiale del FBI.

Ascoltami. Mi chiamo Jack Crawford.

(sound muffled) Sono
un ufficiale dell' FBI!

Ascoltami! Ascoltami...

Ascoltami.

Commendator Benetti.

Don't imagine you're
here to make an arrest.



No. You imagine correctly.

(grunt)

Take Lecter and this one.
He'll pay us double for both.

There's no price on your
head, Signor Crawford.

So...

Hannibal Lecter, il Mostro di Firenze,

narrowly escapes La Questura.

That how the story goes?

Missed him by this much.

The good Doctor Lecter
is once more in the wind.

But he left one last victim.

Open him the way Lecter
opened the other one.

Open him all the way.

Arrivederci.

Arrivederci.

(saw whirring)

(muffled gunshot)

Wrong floor.

Would you mind coming over here

and pulling this needle out of my neck?

Where did they take them?

Did you do this?

Of course.

I appreciate it.

You're sitting at Hannibal's
table. You know him.

You know Will.

I know them.

They are identically
different, Hannibal and Will.

Where did they take them?

They are most likely taking them to

the U.S. To Maryland.

I can even tell you the address

once you've pulled this
needle out of my neck.

- Then what?
- My "then what"

consists of getting out of Florence alive,

since I'm supposed to be dead...

which puts me in no position to stop

whatever it is you intend on starting.

(inhaling sharply)

Where?

Muskrat Farm.

The Verger estate near the
Susquehanna River in northern Maryland.

(theme music playing)

Hannibal S03E07
"Digestivo"

(buzzing)

Pronto.

Dimmi tutto.

Mason has what he wants.

I think it's time you get what you want.

He has Hannibal.

He has Will, too.

Your brother is a sadist.

He'll torture them and
take the time to enjoy it.

That gives us time.

There's a hush over
Muskrat Farm, Cordell.

Like the quiet of the old Sabbath.

Smells like salvation.

Gentlemen, welcome to Muskrat Farm.

Your people might have assassinated me

- in Florence, Mason.
- Where's the fun in that?

I still keep my father's knife,

ever ready to slip into

a pig's back to check the depth of the fat.

A little lean, I think.

Maybe we should fatten you up,

shall we?

It is more trouble to move

a semi-wild pig against its will

than it is to kidnap a man.

(Cordell): Pigs are harder to get hold of

and big ones are stronger than a man.

There are the tusks to consider,

if you want to maintain the
integrity of your abdomen.

Something worth maintaining,

Mr. Graham.

Tusked beasts instinctively disembowel.

At swine fairs,

I've seen exotic pigs
from all over the world.

You are the best of all that I've seen.

We are going to have some
good, funny times, Dr. Lecter.

Sad news about Jack Crawford.

Appears Hannibal Lecter
killed him in Florence.

I hope there is some satisfaction

in being the final victim
of the Chesapeake Ripper.

There will certainly be some notoriety.

The feces are flying again in Florence.

Jack Crawford is alive.

Well, that's disappointing.

He saw the snatch.

I trust you haven't betrayed

doctor-patient confidentiality, Dr. Bloom.

Your trust hasn't been misplaced.

The FBI

is going to catch the first
squeal on the kidnapping.

The moment Jack Crawford

set foot in Italy,
I registered complaints with

the local authorities, the sheriff,

the U.S. Attorney's office,

that he'd been harassing me,

calling late at night
with incoherent threats.

Of course he can't prove he didn't.

And it muddies the water.

Now you can head off a warrant.

There will be no warrant

and there will be no warrant forthcoming.

I appreciate wanting
to kill Hannibal Lecter

and I'm not without benefit from that.

He can't make good on his promise

to murder you if he's dead, now can he?

But he's not dead.

Play with your food, Mason, and you give it

the opportunity to bite back.

Oh, I'm not playing, Dr. Bloom.

Hannibal is.

He's always playing.

(Mozart's "Piano Concerto No. 21 in C major, K. 467: Andante" playing)

I snatched Will Graham

right out of your mouth.
You must be famished.

There is an inescapable parallel

between you and Jezebel, Mason.

Keen Bible student that
you are, you'll recall

dogs ate Jezebel's face,

- along with the rest of her.
- Well, if Jezebel

was right with the risen Jesus,

the Riz would have provided
her with a new face,

as He has provided mine.

The transplant surgery

is extremely skillful,
which is why Cordell here

will be performing the face-off.

Hello.

You boys remind me of that
German cannibal who advertised

for a friend and then ate him

and his penis before he died.

Tragedy being, the penis was overcooked.

Go to all that trouble to eat a friend

and you overcook his penis.

They ate it anyway. They
had to, they committed.

But they didn't enjoy it.

I'm committed to enjoying
every bite of you.

You're going to eat him... with my face?

Yes. I got a taste for it

after you two had me eat my nose.

You must be terribly proud
that you could bring this off.

It's dangerous to get
exactly what you want.

What will you do after you've eaten me?

You could wreck some foster homes

and torment some children?

No, I'll drink martinis made with tears.

But where, Mason,

would the hard-core fun come from?

- (clucking tongue)
- It's foolish

to dilute such ecstatic time as this

with fears about the future.

Uh, Cordell, Mr. Graham
is looking very dry.

A little moisturizer, please.

I'm curious what will be the first
cuts of me you'll serve?

The first course, of course,
will be your hands and feet,

sizzling on a Promethean barbecue.

The coal is white and very hard,

makes a clear ringing sound when struck.

You've thought of everything.

And after that,

we'll have a little pajama party,

you and I. You can be in shorties by then.

Cordell is going to keep you
alive for a very long time.

- (screaming)
- (flesh tearing)

Well, no pajama party for you,

Mr. Graham. We're gonna feed you

to the pigs as soon as Cordell

has removed your face...

in a much more civilized fashion
than you just tried to remove his.

(sizzling)

Mason would've preferred
to brand your face.

He fought bravely and with his own funds

against the Humane Slaughter Act,

and managed to keep face-branding legal.

It's very important to Mason
that I have the pig's experience.

Mason has done beautiful things

with these creatures. Hm!

Very special.

Truly visionary.

He has a wealth of
information

and resources
in his faceless skull.

The longer you're respectful,

the longer you'll keep your tongue.

And when I do lose my tongue?

I'll boil it

and slice it very thin,

marinate it in olive oil,

garlic, parsley and vinegar.

Simple and clean...

and delicious.

Have they told you the drill?

The drill is, in a few
hours, I'll come down here

and remove all you've got
below the elbows and knees.

I'll keep you going
with IVs and tourniquets

until the very last.

Some things are best saved for last.

Once you're dead,

I'll prepare your loins and ribs,

aged.

Meats are aged not only for tenderness,

- but mainly for flavour.
- And flavours change.

Every day I'll feed Mason

some new part of you.

And don't you worry, Dr. Lecter,

you will always be cooked to perfection.

I think I might feed the eel

some delicacy of Lecter...

his genitals, perhaps.

How long have you and
Dr. Bloom been an item?

Not long.

Longer than that, Cordell says.

Does Dr. Bloom want children?

I'm sure you've had a chance
to check under the hood by now.

How's the uterus, intact?

Are the hips childbearing? Roomy?

- Land the plane, Mason.
- Oh, you've got

a big surprise coming to you, Margot.

Would it spoil anything for you

if I told you I've already
found us a surrogate?

Not for my sperm,

- but for your eggs.
- I don't have any.

- You took them.
- I most certainly did,

but I didn't Humpty-Dumpty them,

I just went and found them a new basket.

I told you I wanted to give you

a Verger baby, our own baby.

Yours and mine. Well...

Mostly yours.

Where's the surrogate, Mason?

She's resting at the moment.

She's here?

She's on the farm.

I want to see her.

Well, first, I think

you need to prepare
yourself psychologically.

I mean,
this is going to be a very

emotional experience
for you, Margot.

I have to think about appropriate timing.

- Don't think too long, smiley.
- (Chair clicking)

Oh! That's the spirit, Margot!

Your maternal instinct is revving up.

I love it.

What are you doing here?

I'm Mason Verger's psychiatrist.

Oh...

That part of his therapy or yours?

I think we're all working
through some issues.

I'm putting an emphasis
on self-preservation.

Jack's alive.

Good for Jack.

You helped Mason Verger find us.

I helped Mason find Hannibal.

We followed Bâtard-Montrachet

when we should have just followed you.

Almost as ugly as what
Mason wants to do to us

is the fact that he
can do it with the

tacit agreement of people
sworn to uphold the law.

I was trying to get to Hannibal before you.

I knew you couldn't stop yourself,

so I had to try.

By facilitating torture and death.

I can abide the thought
of Hannibal tortured,

not necessarily to death.

I'd say he has it coming, wouldn't you?

Or maybe you wouldn't.

What did you think would happen?

I thought Jack Crawford and the FBI

would come to the rescue.

But the finer details

of what I thought would
happen have evolved.

Then you have to evolve, Alana.

You have to spill blood.

Either by your own hand or...

someone else's.

Buonasera, signor.

- Buonasera, Signorina Verger.
- (Pigs grunting)

Thank you for coming, Margot.

Hasn't been that long since I treated you.

Have you started taking

the chocolate, as Mason likes to say,

after you fought him for so long?

Are we in therapy now?

You tell me.

Mason promised to give
something back to me.

Something that he stole.

There was a surrogate all along.

It's a Verger baby.

It's my baby.

Mason will deny you.

He will always deny you.

You know you'll have to kill him.

You saying you'd do it for me?

I could never trust you.

No, of course not.

But you could trust me
never to deny that I did it.

It would actually be
more therapeutic for you

to kill him yourself.

You'll remember I
recommended that in session.

Wait until I could get
away with it, you said.

What difference would one
more murder charge make to me?

I'm the only other suspect you've got.

You can do it when it suits you,

and I'll write a letter

gloating about how much I enjoyed

killing him myself.

Buonasera.

He has a pocketknife.

I was trying to save Will from you,

but right now, you're the
only one who can save him.

Promise me you'll save him.

Please.

I promise.

And I always keep my promises, Alana.

Just cut the ropes on one arm,

give me the knife and leave.

I can do the rest.

Are you going to kill Mason?

Margot is.

Snatch some of my hair... back from
the hairline, if you don't mind.

Get some skin.

Put it in Mason's hand after he's dead.

Could I have ever understood you?

No.

(tearing)

(heart monitor beeping)

Now, Cordell told me

if I waited long enough,

he could grow me a new
face from my own cells.

But I was adamant it
was your face I wanted.

I was looking at your face

while you were watching me
cut mine off and I thought,

"Oh, that's a nice face."

You're going under now, Mr. Verger.

When you wake up, your face
will be bound and uncomfortable.

Have you accepted Jesus, Mr. Graham?

Do you have faith?

I do. I'm free!

Hallelujah!

This will immobilize your body,

but you'll feel everything.

I'm going to cut off your face
without anesthesia, Mr. Graham.

Is he alive?

There's no fetal heartbeat.

Take it out. Take it out!

You'll be sure to let
me know if this hurts,

won't you?

(laboured breathing)

Cordell?

Cordell!

CORDELL!

(silenced shot)

CORDELL!

Cordell!

Hi, Mason.

What the hell is going on
out there? Where's Cordell?

Cordell's dead.

They're all dead out there.

Hannibal got away.

Well, get on the horn to Washington

and get four of those bastards with guns

up here now! Send the helicopter!

I found your surrogate, Mason.

Your surrogate, Margot.

I promised you I'd give you a Verger baby.

I'm taking

what you promised me.

I've got everything

I need from you now.

You can't kill me, Margot.

You'll lose everything.

"In the absence of an heir,

the sole beneficiary

is the Southern Baptist Church."

But there is going to be an heir, Mason.

A Verger baby.

Yours, mine...

- Mostly yours.
- Do you know what happens

if we stimulate your prostate
gland with a cattle prod?

Hannibal does.

- He helped us milk you.
- Ah, you're dead, Dr. Bloom.

No, Mason. We all are.

Didn't you know that?

But these aren't.

(grunting)

Will you go home?

Can you go home?

No more than you can.

- Would you watch over me?
- I will.

Not in a cage.

Some beasts shouldn't be caged.

Your obsessive and successful hunt,

whose plight was it driven by? Mine?

Yours?

Mischa's.

Did you eat her?

Yes.

But I did not kill her.

The most stable elements, Chiyoh,

appear in the middle of the periodic table,

roughly between iron and silver.

Between iron and silver...

I think that's appropriate for you.

(door creaking)

(sighing)

Do we talk about teacups and time

and the rules of disorder?

The teacup's broken.

It's never going to gather
itself back together again.

Not even in your mind?

Your memory palace is building. It's...

full of new things.

It shares some rooms with my own.

I've discovered you there, victorious.

When it comes to you and me,

there can be no decisive victory.

We are in zero-sum game?

I miss my dogs.

I'm not going to miss you.

(sighing)

I'm not going to find you.

I'm not going to look for you.

I don't want to know

where you are or what you do.

I don't want to think about you anymore.

You delight in wickedness and then

berate yourself for the delight.

You delight.

I tolerate.

I don't have your appetite.

Goodbye, Hannibal.

(door closing)

He's gone, Jack.

Jack!

I'm here.

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.

Cuff him.

Put him in my car.