Hannibal

'Previously on "Hannibal"... '

I'm going to cut off your face without anaesthesia, 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.

Bâtard-Montrachet and tartufi 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 categorisation.

Do you still prefer beer to wine?

I stopped drinking beer when I found out what you were putting in mine.

"Who."

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.

Shh...

S- s-s-s...

S- s-s...

Sanguinaccio dolce.

A classic Neapolitan dessert, with almond milk.

Easy on the stomach.

Sanguinaccio dolce. You have served me this before.

One of my favourite desserts.

Traditionally made with pigs' 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.

Hmm...

Blood and chocolate.

That should've 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. - Hmm, 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.

I'd 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's 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,

you 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.

You might say he's a four-quadrant killer.

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".

Everything he writes is about some problem he does not have.

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've taken the opportunity to gloat.

He'll have plenty of time to gloat, watching the diaper carts go by.

- So, what did you two talk about? - The Tooth Fairy.

I've 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.

Thank you.

You don't wanna talk inside?

Huh... You don't wanna 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 wanna talk about it here. - I don't wanna talk about it anywhere.

You've got to talk about it, so let's have it.

Just, er... just don't get out any pictures

cos 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.