All language subtitles for Hannibal (2013) - S01E13 - Savoureux (1080p BluRay x265 RCVR)-eng

Previously on Hannibal...

Georgia Madchen was murdered
by whoever killed Dr. Sutcliffe.

- Dad? It's for you.
- They know.

He said he got so close to
Garret Jacob Hobbs he was becoming him.

My name is Will Graham.

You think he's mentally ill?

Whoever killed Marissa Schurr
and Cassie Boyle

wanted to copy
how Garret Jacob Hobbs killed his victims.

And now he has Hobbs' daughter.

Who Hobbs intended to kill.

Mind if I sit?

- Did Hannibal tell you?
- No, he didn't.

How many people have you killed?

Many more than your father.

Are you going to kill me?

Oh, God.

I went to Minnesota.

I took Abigail.

We went to Minnesota and

she didn't come back with me.

Show me.

I don't remember going to bed last night.

But I must have.

I don't know, maybe I got up
to let the dogs out, and then...

When was the last time you saw Abigail?

-...and my feet were muddy.
- Will!

When was the last time you saw Abigail?

Yesterday.

At her father's cabin.

I had an episode.

She said something was wrong with me.

She was afraid of me.

And she ran away.

What happened?

Why was she afraid?

I hallucinated that I killed her.

But it wasn't real.

I know it wasn't real.

Will, we have to call Jack.

You can't run from this.

It'll only be worse.

Get dressed.

What are we gonna find in Minnesota, Will?

I don't know.

Go ahead and process him.

Left rear pocket.

A key ring and some keys. House, car...

Right rear pocket.

A leather wallet containing $17 cash.

Right rear pocket.

Leather wallet, $17 cash.

Right front pocket.

One folding knife.

Right front pocket. Folding knife.

I can't do the silent treatment.

I can't pretend
I don't know you and I can't pretend

we both don't know
what I'm finding under your nails.

You called me once because you didn't trust
yourself to know what was real.

- This blood is real, Will.
- I know.

Do you know how it got there?

Not with any certainty, no.

Certainty comes from the evidence.

I didn't want to find any evidence on you.

I wanted to be certain about who you are,
but you can't even be certain with yourself.

Not anymore.

If you weren't certain with yourself,
you shouldn't have been here.

This is the FBI.

I thought I would get better.

You've always said you interpret
the evidence, so do it, Will.

Interpret the evidence.

According to the evidence...

I killed Abigail Hobbs.

We analyzed the tissue.
It matched Abigail Hobbs.

It was her ear,
her blood under Will's fingernails.

Scratches on his arms
are all defensive wounds,

like she fought back.

Shut up.

- I...
- Stop talking.

"He won't get too close."

You said you would cover him.

You could see he was breaking.

Yes, I could. And I kept pushing him

because he was saving lives, Alana.

Not Abigail Hobbs' life.

You look me in the face and tell me
that you couldn't see that he was breaking?

Of course, I could see it.
I told you not to put him out there!

Every decision I made
concerning Will's mental health

I made under advisement of a respected
psychiatrist, who you recommended.

Hannibal had to know.
He had to see something was wrong.

Not until it was too late.

Just like everybody else.

Hannibal said that Will
was exhibiting signs of dementia.

Dementia isn't a disease.
It's a symptom of disease!

We have to find out
what's causing it and treat it!

The concern is that
there may not be anything to treat.

Will had a brain scan.

They found nothing.

Well, then they don't know
what they're looking for.

This started with Garret Jacob Hobbs.

Maybe Will just did what Hobbs couldn't.

He killed his daughter.

Abigail's blood is on all of us.

And so is Will's.

Hi.

Hi.

You're flushed. You been yelling?

Screaming is more like it.

I could use a good scream.

I can feel one perched under my chin.

- Let it out.
- I'm afraid that if I started...

I wouldn't be able to stop.

I'm surprised Jack let you in here,
given my romantic overtures.

Jack doesn't know
about your romantic overtures.

Didn't know.

I guess you dodged a bullet with me.

I don't feel like I dodged a bullet.

I feel wounded.

I've been in touch with Animal Services.

I'll go pick up your dogs in a couple hours.

I'll take them back home with me

and I'll take care of them until

whenever.

Whenever could be a long time from now.

I'll take care of them until then.

Thank you.

We have to do some tests.

They'll be the standard
psychopathology tests.

I suppose you're gonna ask me
to draw a clock while you're at it.

Did Hannibal ask you to draw a clock?

Said it was an exercise

to ground me in the present moment.

A handle to help me hold on to reality.

Was the clock normal?

Would I be here if it wasn't?

Draw me a clock.

You see? It's just a normal clock.

Telling the time isn't my problem.

It's the least of your problems.

Seems hard to find words today.

Despite the overwhelming evidence,
I find myself

searching for ways
that Abigail could still be alive.

Grieving is an individual process
with a universal goal,

the truest examination of the meaning of life
and the meaning of its end.

I know what life means.

We've existed for 100,000 years.

In that time, 100 billion human lives
have had beginnings and ends.

A hundred billion lives
haven't impacted yours,

but clearly Abigail Hobbs' life has,
and you seem surprised by that.

I never considered having a child.

But after meeting Abigail,
I understood the appeal.

The opportunity to guide and support and,
in many ways, direct a life.

You were having influence on her?

I was hoping I was.

Young people are supposed to be the lenses

through which we see ourselves
living beyond this life.

I think of my earliest memory

and project forward
to what I imagine will be my death.

I never think
about living beyond that span of time.

Except by reputation.

Even after this loss?

More so after this loss.

Will Graham is a loss, too.

- You might grieve him as a loss.
- I haven't given up on Will.

If they do find him guilty
of killing Abigail Hobbs...

When.

Let's be honest.

I don't recommend you participate
in any rehabilitation effort.

I was so confident in my ability to help him,

to solve him.

To save him.

Saving him,

I lost Abigail.

It's hard to accept that I could fail them both
so profoundly.

Okay, Jimmy, what have you got?

As you know, Will is a big fly fisherman,
and he designs all of his own lures.

Most anglers use feathers, fur,
twine, bits of shell.

They design each lure
to catch a specific fish.

This one caught my eye.
I noticed the hair color.

Took me a few to accept what I was seeing.

I ran a chem-set to confirm the connection.

What connection?

Four of the lures are made from
materials including human remains.

And we have a DNA match for all of them.

This one is Cassie Boyle.

Bits of bone fragments and pieces of lung.

Marissa Schurr.

Antler velvet,
a fingernail wound with her hair.

Dr. Sutcliffe.

Crushed teeth,
soft tissue from inside his mouth,

bound with cartilage from his jaw.

All victims of the copycat?

And this last lure was made with hair
and fiber that matches Georgia Madchen.

He took trophies of all his victims.

Trophies. So now Will Graham's
a serial killer who takes trophies?

Something's wrong
with Will physically, neurologically.

He's not a serial killer.

You're sick, Will.

I wasn't consistent
with taking my antibiotics.

The fever came back.

We're gonna move you
to a secure medical ward,

we're gonna get to the bottom
of whatever it is that's wrong with you,

and we're gonna make sure

that you get whatever
kind of treatment you need.

And then what?

Baltimore State Hospital
for the Criminally Insane?

Have Chilton fumbling around in my head?

This job doesn't generally
lend itself to optimism, all right?

But I desperately want to be optimistic
about an alternative

to what every fiber of the evidence
is telling me you've done.

I can't confess
to something I don't remember.

The question is, how much more is there
that you don't remember?

We found your fishing lures.

Yeah, I should hope so.

They were on my desk
right by the front door.

We found human remains amongst
the materials that you made them from.

The human remains
of Cassie Boyle, Marissa Schurr,

Donald Sutcliffe, Georgia Madchen.

No.

Yes.

I wasn't...

I wasn't sick when
Cassie Boyle was murdered.

I wasn't sick
when Marissa Schurr was murdered.

That's not an argument
you want to be making right now.

Not with me.

Because then I'd be a psychopath.

My biggest fear is that we'll learn

that you knew what
you were doing the whole time.

Hey, you don't have to be
afraid of that, Jack.

There is something
you should be afraid of, though.

- Yeah? What's that?
- Whoever's doing this to me.

Someone's doing this to you?

They'll be close to you.

It could be someone here.

- Working with you.
- So that's it? It's a setup?

They know the cases.

They know forensics.

They know that I'm unstable.

Can you hear how paranoid you sound?

Or it could just be you.

Then I'd be really screwed, wouldn't I?

I wanted to be the one to do this.

Will Graham, you're under arrest for murder.

You have the right to remain silent.

He disarmed his guard.

He threw the guard
and the driver from the vehicle.

We found the ambulance
in an alley in Dumfries.

These are not the actions
of an innocent man.

They're the actions of a man who's impaired.

I had Will draw a clock
to test for cognitive dysfunction.

That is extreme.

Now, this is the clock
he drew for me two weeks ago.

It's normal.

What disease progresses gradually
but plateaus for lengths of time?

Will has periods of clarity.

We've seen him lucid
and aware one moment,

and then the next he's not.

Could be some form of encephalitis.

Autoimmune encephalitis?

It's hard to diagnose.
There are no tumors, no lesions.

It wouldn't even show up on a brain scan
unless you were looking for it.

Look, just tell me if he could kill
five people and not be aware of it.

This doesn't feel like dementia.
This is an intelligent psychopath.

Look, this killer called the Hobbs' house.

He warned Abigail's father.

I was with Will that entire time.

Well, did he have an opportunity
to make a phone call?

Before we went
to interview Garret Jacob Hobbs,

he was alone in the office while I was
outside loading the car with the files,

but that was only for a few minutes.

Dumb luck and bad bookkeeping.

That's how Will said he caught Hobbs.

Now how would you say he caught him?

We were looking through the files

and it was as if
Will plucked his name out of a hat,

based on little more
than an incomplete address.

Let me play the devil here
for a moment, Doctor.

This clock test,
could Will fake something like this?

Would he be able to do that?

Yes.

Hello, Will.

How are you feeling?

Self-aware.

You frightened Alana Bloom.

She's confused about who I am,

which I can relate to.

Are you confused about who I am?

I'm not confused. I'm skeptical.

Meaning I'm willing to change my mind
should the evidence change.

Do you believe I killed Abigail?

I believe it's entirely possible,

if not nearly indisputable,

based on how you discovered her ear.

If it was just Abigail,

I would have believed.

I would have believed that I got so far inside
Hobbs' head I couldn't get out.

But it wasn't just Abigail.

I know who I am.

No.

All sense of who you are
has been distorted by your illness.

You know who you are in this moment.

That's not always the case, Will.

I didn't kill any of them.

And somebody is making sure
that no one believes me.

If we're to prove
you didn't commit these murders,

perhaps we should consider
how you could have.

And then disprove that.

If you are this killer,

that identity runs through these events
like a thread through pearls.

Cassie Boyle would have been
your first victim.

You said her crime scene
was practically gift-wrapped.

It told me everything I needed to know
to catch Garret Jacob Hobbs.

You had seen one of Hobbs' victims.
You knew how he killed.

You may have been exploring how he killed
to better understand who he was.

I wasn't in Minnesota
when Cassie Boyle was murdered.

She disappeared on a Saturday.

She was found on a Monday.

You would've had
the weekend to do your work.

I know I didn't kill her.

How do you know?

What did you think
when you first met Marissa Schurr?

How much like Abigail she was?

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

How could I resist?

So much like his daughter.

You may have wondered why
Garret Jacob Hobbs didn't kill her himself.

Dr. Sutcliffe wasn't killed
how Garret Jacob Hobbs killed.

He was murdered
how you imagined yourself

murdering a woman only days before.

How Georgia Madchen killed.

She dreamt she saw me killing Sutcliffe.

But she couldn't see my face.
And then she was murdered.

You catch these killers
by getting into their heads,

but you also allow them into your own.

I'm trying to help you, Will.

Then take me to Minnesota.

I want to see where Abigail died.

Have you had any contact
with Hannibal Lecter in the last 24 hours?

He didn't make his session this morning
and he didn't call in,

which he would consider rude.

- Is something wrong?
- I'm on my way to Minnesota.

I believe that Will Graham
has taken Hannibal Lecter to Minnesota.

Will thinks he's being framed
for these murders.

He's slipping in and out of delusion.

He could kill Hannibal
and not even know he's doing it.

If anyone could've helped Mr. Graham,
it would've been Hannibal.

In fact, he may still be trying.

Hello?

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

Caller ID said it was blocked.

Hello?

- Yes.
- Will?

We're here.

Are we gonna re-enact the crime?

You be my dad, you be my mom

and you be the man on the phone.

Are we gonna re-enact the crime?

If that would help you.

It's as if Abigail
was supposed to die in this kitchen.

Her throat was cut.

She lost great gouts of blood.

There's an unmistakable arterial spray.

They haven't found her body.

Just the one piece.

If you were in Garret Jacob Hobbs'
frame of mind when you killed her,

they may never find her.

'Cause I honored every part of her?

Perhaps you didn't come here
looking for a killer.

Perhaps you came here to find yourself.

You killed a man in this very room.

I stared at Hobbs

and the space opposite me

assumed the shape of a man

filled with dark and swarming flies.

And then I scattered them.

At a time when other men
fear their isolation,

yours has become understandable to you.

You are alone because you are unique.

I'm as alone as you are.

If you followed the urges
you kept down for so long,

cultivated them

as the inspirations they are,

you would have become
someone other than yourself.

I know who I am.

I'm not so sure

that I know who you are anymore.

But I am certain one of us killed Abigail.

Whoever that was killed the others.

Are you a killer, Will?

You? Right now.
This man standing in front of me.

Is this who you really are?

I am who I've always been.

The scales have just fallen from my eyes.

I can see you now.

What do you see?

You called here that morning.

Abigail knew.

And you kept her secret until...

Until what?
Until she found out some of yours?

You said it felt good
to kill Garret Jacob Hobbs.

Would it feel good to kill me now?

Oh, Garret Jacob Hobbs was a murderer.

Are you a murderer, Dr. Lecter?

What reason would I have?

You, you have no traceable motive,

which is why you were so hard to see.

You were just

curious what I would do.

Someone like me.

Someone who thinks how I think.

Wind him up

and watch him go.

And apparently, Dr. Lecter,

this is how I go.

Easy.

See?

You see?

The right hemisphere
of his brain was inflamed.

They have placed him in an induced sleep

and they are treating him with antiviral
and steroid therapies.

Is he responding?

More or less.

He's expected to make
a substantial recovery.

Would you have gone to Minnesota with him
if he didn't have a gun on you?

I would have wanted to.

I believe I've failed
to satisfy my obligation to Will,

more than I care to admit.

Well, he's not your victim, Doctor.

Nor is he yours.

You know, in my time
I've seen people broken by the world.

I've seen them broken
in all kinds of hideous

and offhanded ways, but never like this.

Never like this.

No one in this room will be the same.

- Good evening.
- Hello, Hannibal.

Please come in.

Té'te de veau en sauce vane.

Smells like a bonfire.

I smoked the veal on a pyre of dry hay.

It imparts a unique
smoldering flavor to the meat

and to the room.

This is an unexpected treat.

Thank you for indulging me.

You seemed like you needed to talk.

And since you refuse invitations
to my dinner table,

this is the only way I could cook for you.

What's on your mind, Hannibal?

I'm going to see Will tomorrow.

As a patient, or as a friend?

As a farewell.

Of sorts.

I thought Mr. Graham was finally going to be

the patient who cost you your life.

He didn't cost me my life.

He cost Abigail hers.

Your veal is getting cold.

Controversial dish.

Veal.

Those who denounce veal
often cite the young age

at which the animals are killed,

when they are in fact
older than many pigs going to slaughter.

You have to be careful, Hannibal.

They're starting to see your pattern.

What pattern would that be?

You develop relationships with patients
who are prone to violence.

That pattern.

Under scrutiny, Jack Crawford's beliefs
about you might start to unravel.

Tell me, Dr. Du Maurier,

have your beliefs
about me begun to unravel?

Hello, Will.

Hello, Dr. Lecter.