All language subtitles for Hannibal (2013) - S01E01 - Apéritif (1080p BluRay x265 RCVR)-eng

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I shoot Mr. Marlow twice, severing jugulars

and carotids with near surgical precision.

He will die watching me take
what is his away from him.

This is my design.

I shoot Mrs. Marlow expertly
through the neck.

This is not a fatal wound.

The bullet misses every artery.

She is paralyzed before it leaves her body.

Which doesn't mean she can't feel pain.

It just means she can't do anything about it.

This is my design.

This is DDX Security.
Who am I speaking with?

I need the incident report
from the home security company.

This was recorded as a false alarm.

There was a false alarm last week.

He tapped their phone.

Yeah. It's been tapped.

He recorded Mrs. Marlow's
conversation with the security company.

This is DDX Security.
Who am I speaking with?

Theresa Marlow.

Can you please confirm your
password for security purposes?

Tea kettle.

Thank you, Mrs. Marlow.
We detected a front door alarm.

Yeah, sorry about that.

Is there anyone in the house with
you at this time, Mrs. Marlow?

I'm just here with my husband.

Do you require any further assistance?

No. Thank you so much for calling.

And this is when it
gets truly horrifying for Mrs. Marlow.

Everyone has thought
about killing someone, one way or another.

Be it your own hand or the hand of God.

Now, think about killing Mrs. Marlow.

Why did she deserve this?

Tell me your design.

Tell me who you are.

Mr. Graham.

Special Agent Jack Crawford.
I head the Behavioral Science Unit.

- We've met.
- Yes.

We had a disagreement
when we opened up the museum.

I disagreed with what you named it.

The Evil Minds Research Museum.

It's a little hammy, Jack.

I see you've
hitched your horse to a teaching post

and I also understand
it's difficult for you to be social.

Well, I'm just talking at them.

I'm not listening to them.
It's... It's not social.

I see.

May I?

Where do you fall on the spectrum?

My horse is hitched to a post that is
closer to Asperger's and autistics

than narcissists and sociopaths.

But you can empathize with
narcissists and sociopaths.

I can empathize with anybody.

It's less to do with a personality
disorder than an active imagination.

Can I borrow your imagination?

Eight girls abducted from
eight different Minnesota campuses,

all in the last eight months.

- I thought there were seven.
- There were.

When did you tag the eighth?

About three minutes before
I walked into your lecture hall.

You're calling them abductions
because you don't have any bodies?

No bodies, no parts of bodies,
nothing that comes out of bodies. Nothing.

Then those girls weren't taken from
where you think they were taken.

Then where were they taken from?

I don't know. Someplace else.

All of them abducted on a Friday

so they wouldn't have to be
reported missing until Monday.

Now, however he's covering his
tracks, he needs a weekend to do it.

- Number eight.
- Elise Nichols.

St. Cloud State on the Mississippi.
Disappeared on Friday.

Was supposed to house sit for her parents
over the weekend, feed the cat.

She never made it home.

Yeah, one through seven are dead,
don't you think?

He's not keeping them around.
He got himself a new one.

So, we focus on Elise Nichols.

They're all very Mall of America.

That's a lot of wind-chafed skin.

Same hair color. Same eye color.

Roughly the same age.
Same height, same weight.

So, what is it about all of these girls?

It's not about all of these girls.

It's just about one of them.

He's like Willy Wonka.
Every girl he takes is a candy bar.

Hidden in amongst all those candy bars

is the one true intended victim,

which, if we follow through on our
metaphor, is your golden ticket.

So is he warming up for his golden ticket or
just reliving whatever it is he did to her?

The golden ticket wouldn't be the first
taken and she wouldn't be the last.

He would hide how special she was.

I mean, I would. Wouldn't you?

I want you to get closer to this.

No. You have Heimlich at Harvard
and Bloom at Georgetown.

They do the same thing I do.

That's not exactly true, is it?

You have a very specific way
of thinking about things.

Has there been a lot of discussion
about the specific way I think?

You make jumps you can't explain.

No, no. The evidence explains.

Then help me find some evidence.

That may require me to be sociable.

She could've gone off by herself.

She was a very interior young woman.

She didn't like living in her dorm.

I could see how the pressure of
school might have gotten to her.

She likes trains.

Maybe she just got on a train and...

She looks like the other girls.

Yes, she fits the profile.

Could Elise still be alive?

We simply have no way of knowing.

How's the cat?

What?

How's your cat?

Elise was supposed to feed it.
Was the cat weird when you came home?

It must've been hungry.
It didn't eat all weekend.

I didn't notice.

Would you give us a moment, please?

He took her from here.

She got on a train,
she came home, she fed the cat.

He took her.

The Nichols' house is a crime scene.

I need ERT immediately.
I want Zeller, Katz, and Jimmy Price.

Yes, and a photographer.

Why is it now a crime scene?

Can I see your daughter's room?

Police were up there this morning.

No. I'll get that.

Mr. Nichols, please put your hands in
your pockets and avoid touching anything.

We've been in and out of here all day.

You can hold the cat, if it's easier.

Elise...

I need you to leave the room.

You take your time.

When you're ready to talk, you talk.

If you don't feel like it, you don't talk.

We'll be downstairs.

You let me know
when you're ready for us to come in.

You're Will Graham.

You're not supposed to be in here.

You wrote the standard monograph

on time of death by insect activity.

I found antler velvet in two of the wounds.

You not real FBI?

I'm a special investigator.

Never been an FBI agent?

Strict screening procedures.

Detects instability.

You unstable?

Now you know
you're not supposed to be in here.

I found antler velvet in two of the wounds.
Like she was gored.

I was looking for velvet in the other
wounds, but I was interrupted.

Hold on, excuse me.

Look, deer and elk pin their prey, okay?

They put all their weight into their
antlers, try and suffocate a victim.

That's how they
would kill, like, a fox or a coyote.

All right, Elise Nichols
was strangled, suffocated,

her ribs are broken.

Antler velvet is rich in nutrients.
It actually promotes healing.

He may have put it in there on purpose.

You think he was trying to heal her?

He wanted to undo as much as he could.

Given that he'd already killed her.

He put her back where he found her.

Whatever he did to the others,
he couldn't do it to her.

Is this his golden ticket?

No.

This is an apology.

Does anyone have any aspirin?

Hello.

Hey.

Hey. Hey. Hey! Come on.

Hey.

Hey, come here.

Hey!

Winston, this is everybody.

Everybody, this is Winston.

That's right.

What are you doing in here?

I enjoy the smell of urinal cake.

Me, too. We need to talk.

Use the ladies' room!

You respect my judgment, Will?

- Yes.
- Good.

Because we will stand a better chance
of catching this guy with you in the saddle.

Yeah, I'm in the saddle.

Just confused which direction I'm pointing.

I don't know this kind of psychopath.

I've never read about him.
I don't even know if he's a psychopath.

He's not insensitive. He's not shallow.

You know something about him.

Otherwise, you wouldn't have
said, "This is an apology."

What is he apologizing for?

He couldn't honor her. He feels bad.

Well, feeling bad defeats the purpose of

-being a psychopath, doesn't it?
- Yes! It does.

Then what kind of crazy is he?

He couldn't show her he loved her,
so he put her corpse back where he killed it.

Whatever crazy that is.

You think he loves these girls?

He loves one of them.

And, yes, I think by association
he has some form of love for the others.

There was no semen. There was no saliva.

Elise Nichols died a virgin.
She stayed that way.

That's not how he's loving them.

He wouldn't disrespect them that way.

He doesn't want these girls to suffer.
He kills them quickly

and, in his thinking, with mercy.

A sensitive psychopath.

Risked getting caught so he could
tuck Elise Nichols back into bed.

He has to take the next girl soon

'cause he knows he's gonna get caught.

One way or the other.

I got you.

Graham likes you.

Doesn't think you'll run
any mind games on him.

I don't.

I'm as honest with him
as I'd be with a patient.

You've been observing him

while you've been
guest-lecturing here at the academy, yes?

I've never been in a room alone with Will.

Why not?

Because I want to be his friend. And I am.

It seems a shame not to take advantage.

Academically speaking.

You already asked me
to do a study on him, Jack. I said no.

Anything scholarly on Will Graham
would have to be published posthumously.

So, you've never been alone with him

because you have
a professional curiosity about him.

Normally I wouldn't even broach this,

but what do you think
one of Will's strongest drives is?

Fear

Will Graham deals with
huge amounts of fear.

It comes with his imagination.

It's the price of imagination.

Alana, I wouldn't put him out there

if I didn't think I could cover him.

All right, if I didn't think
I could cover him 80%.

I wouldn't put him out there.

He's out there. I need him out there.

Should he get too close, I need you
to make sure he's not out there alone.

Promise me something, Jack.

Don't let him get too close.

He won't. Get too close.

Okay.

Tried her skin for prints, of course nothing.

We did get a hand spread off her neck.

Report say anything about nails?

Fingernails were smudged
when we took the scrapings.

The scrapings were from her
own palms when she scratched them.

She never scratched him.

Piece of metal is all we got.

We should be looking at
plumbers, steamfitters, tool-workers...

Other injuries were probably,
but not conclusively, post-mortem.

So, not gored.

She has lots of piercings that look like

they were caused by deer antlers.

I didn't say the deer was
responsible for putting them there.

She was mounted on them.

Like hooks.

She may have been bled.

- Her liver was removed.
- See that?

He took it out and then, yep,
he put it back in.

Why would he cut it out if he's
just gonna sew it back in again?

There was something wrong with the meat.

She has liver cancer.

He's...

He's eating them.

Please...

Thank you.

I hate being this neurotic.

If you weren't neurotic, Franklyn,

you would be something much worse.

Our brain is designed to
experience anxiety in short bursts,

not the prolonged duress
your neuroses seem to enjoy.

That's why you feel as though
a lion were on the verge of devouring you.

- Franklyn.
- Yep.

You have to convince yourself
the lion is not in the room.

When it is, I assure you,

you will know.

Dr. Lecter.

- I'm Special Agent...
- I hate to be discourteous,

but this is a private exit for my patients.

Oh, Dr. Lecter. Sorry.

I'm Special Agent Jack Crawford.

FBI. May I come in?

You may wait in the waiting room.

Franklyn, I'll see you next week.

Yes.

Unless, of course, this is about him.

No. This is all about you.

Please. Come in.

So, may I ask how this is all about me?

You can ask. But I may have to ask you
a few questions first.

You expecting another patient?

- We're all alone.
- Oh, good.

No secretary?

She was predisposed to romantic whims.

Followed her heart to the United Kingdom.

Sad to see her go.

- Are these yours, Doctor?
- Among the first.

My boarding school in Paris
when I was a boy.

The amount of detail's incredible.

I learned very early a scalpel cuts better

points than a pencil sharpener.

Well, now I understand why your drawings

earned you an internship at Johns Hopkins.

I'm beginning to suspect
you're investigating me, Agent Crawford.

No.no.
No.you were referred to me by Alana Bloom.

In the psychology department, Georgetown.

Most psychology departments are filled
with personality deficients.

Dr. Bloom would be the exception.

Yes, she would. Yes, she would.

Well, she told me that you mentored her
during her residency at Johns Hopkins.

I learned as much from her
as she did from me.

She also showed me your paper,

Evolutionary...
Evolutionary Origins of Social Exclusion?

- Yes.
- Very interesting.

Very interesting. Even for a layman.

- A layman?
- Yeah.

So many learned fellows going about in

the halls of Behavioral Science at the FBI,

and you consider yourself a layman.

I do when I'm in your company, Doctor.

I need you to help me with
a psychological profile.

Tell me then, how many confessions?

Twelve dozen, last time I checked.
None of them had any details.

Until this morning.

And then they all had details.

Some genius in Duluth PD
took a photograph

of Elise Nichols' body with his cell phone,

shared it with his friends,

and then Freddie
Lounds posted it on tattlecrime.com.

Tasteless.

Do you have trouble with taste?

My thoughts are often not tasty.

Nor mine.

No effective barriers.

I build forts.

Associations come quickly.

So do forts.

Not fond of eye contact, are you?

Eyes are distracting.

You see too much, you don't see enough.

And it's hard to focus when you're thinking,

"Those whites are really white,"
or "He must have hepatitis,"

or "Is that a burst vein?"

So, yeah.

I try to avoid eyes whenever possible.

- Jack?
- Yes?

I imagine what you see and learn
touches everything else in your mind.

Your values and decency are present
yet shocked at your associations.

Appalled at your dreams.

No forts in the bone arena of your skull
for things you love.

Whose profile are you working on?

Whose profile is he working on?

I'm sorry, Will. Observing is what we do.

I can't shut mine
off any more than you can shut yours off.

Please don't psychoanalyze me.

You won't like me when I'm psychoanalyzed.

- Will...
- Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have to go give a lecture.

On psychoanalyzing.

Maybe we shouldn't
poke him like that, Doctor.

Perhaps a less direct approach.

What he has is pure empathy.

He can assume your point of view.

Or mine, and maybe some
other points of view that scare him.

It's an uncomfortable gift, Jack.

Perception's a tool that's
pointed on both ends.

This cannibal you have him getting to know,

I think I can help good Will see his face.

The stag head was reported stolen last
night, about a mile from here.

Just the head?

Minneapolis Homicide's already
made a statement.

They're calling him the Minnesota Shrike.

Like the bird?

Shrike's a perching bird.

Impales mice and lizards
on thorny branches and barbed wire.

Rips their organs right out of their bodies,

puts them in
a little birdie pantry, and eats them later.

I can't tell whether it's sloppy or shrewd.

He wanted her found this way.

It's petulant.

I almost feel like he's mocking her.

Or mocking us.

Where did all his love go?

Whoever tucked Elise Nichols into bed
didn't paint this picture.

He took her lungs.

I'm pretty sure she was alive
when he cut them out.

Our cannibal loves women.

He doesn't want to destroy them.
He wants to consume them,

to keep some part of them inside.

This girl's killer thought that she was a pig.

You think this was a copycat?

The cannibal who killed Elise Nichols
had a place to do it

and no interest in field Kabuki.

So, he has a house, or two, or a cabin,

something with an antler room.

He has a daughter.

The same age as the other girls.

Same hair color,
same eye color, same height, same weight.

She's an only child. She's leaving home.

He can't stand the thought of losing her.

She's his golden ticket.

What about the copycat?

You know, an intelligent psychopath,
particularly a sadist, is very hard to catch.

There's no traceable motive.
There'll be no patterns.

He may never kill this way again.

Have Dr. Lecter draw up
a psychological profile.

You seemed very impressed
with his opinion.

Good morning, Will. May I come in?

Where's Crawford?

Deposed in court.

The adventure will be yours and mine today.

May I come in?

I'm very careful about what
I put into my body.

Which means I end up preparing
most meals myself.

A little protein scramble to start the day.

Some eggs, some sausage.

That is delicious. Thank you.

My pleasure.

I would apologize for my analytical ambush,

but I know I'll soon be apologizing again

and you'll tire of that eventually,

so I have to consider
using apologies sparingly.

Just keep it professional.

Or we could socialize like adults.

God forbid we become friendly.

I don't find you that interesting.

You will.

Agent Crawford tells me
you have a knack for the monsters.

I don't think
the Shrike killed that girl in the field.

The devil is in the details.

What didn't your copycat do to
the girl in the field? What gave it away?

Everything.

It's like he had to show me a negative
so that I could see the positive, it...

That crime scene was
practically gift-wrapped.

The mathematics of human behavior.

All those ugly variables.

Some bad math with
this Shrike fellow, huh?

Are you reconstructing his fantasies?

What kind of problems does he have?

He has a few.

You ever have any problems, Will?

No.

Of course you don't. You and I are just alike.

Problem-free.

Nothing about us to feel horrible about.

You know, Will,

I think Uncle Jack sees you
as a fragile little tea cup.

The finest china,
used for only special guests.

How do you see me?

The mongoose I want
under the house when the snakes slither by.

Finish your breakfast.

What are you smiling at?

Peeking behind the curtain.

I'm just curious how the FBI goes about
its business when it's not kicking in doors.

Aren't you lucky
we're not doing house-to-house interviews.

We found a little
piece of metal in Elise Nichols' clothes.

A shred from a pipe threader.

There must be hundreds of
construction sites all over Minnesota.

A certain kind of metal, certain kind of pipe,

certain kind of pipe coatings.

So, we're checking all the construction
sites that use that kind of pipe.

What are we looking for?

At this stage, anything really.
But mostly, anything peculiar.

Two fellas from the FBI.

They're going through the drawers now.

Putting papers in file boxes.
Yes, they are taking things.

No. Well, they didn't say... Yes, they can.

What did you say your names were?

Garret Jacob Hobbs?

He's one of our pipe threaders.

Those are all the resignation letters.

Plumbers' Union requires them
whenever members finish a job.

I'll call you back.

Does Mr. Hobbs have a daughter?

Might have.

18 or 19, wind-chafed, plain, but pretty.

She'd have auburn hair, about this tall.

Maybe. I don't know.
I don't keep company with these people.

What is it about
Garret Jacob Hobbs you find so peculiar?

He left a phone number, no address.

And therefore he has something to hide.

The others all left addresses.
He also missed work for days at a time.

You have an address for Mr. Hobbs?

I got it.

Hello?

Just a second. Dad? It's for you.

Who is it?

Caller ID said it was blocked.

Hello?

Mr. Garret Jacob Hobbs?

Yeah?

You don't know me
and I suspect we'll never meet.

This is a courtesy call. Listen very carefully.

Are you listening?

Yes.

They know.

Garret Jacob Hobbs? FBI!

No,no,no.

See? See?

No,no,no.

No,no,no.

Biting in lesser
assaults, like bar fights, child abuse.

Emergency room personnel
may be very helpful that way

if they have any memories of bad bites,
no matter who was bitten...

Where's Graham?

You said he wouldn't get too close.

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