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(Lecter) 'PreviousIy on "HannibaI"...'

- Garrett Hobbs didn't kiII Cassie BoyIe. - I know.

Dad, it's for you.

I beIieve the as-yet unidentified caIIer was our copycat kiIIer.

I wanna go home.

You do this a Iot?

- Go pIaces and think about kiIIing? - Too often.

- AbigaiI! - (Screams)

I didn't kiII that girI.

This isn't seIf-defence, AbigaiI. You butchered him.

- You're the one who caIIed the house. - I'II keep your secret.

And I'II keep yours.

Sometimes, at night I Ieave the Iights on in my IittIe house.

And... waIk across the flat fieIds.

'But when I Iook back from a distance,

'the house is Iike a boat on the sea.'

It's reaIIy the onIy time I feeI safe.

You stood in the breathing siIence of Gareth Jacob Hobbs's home,

the very spaces he moved through.

TeII me, WiII, did they speak to you?

With noise and cIarity.

You couId sense his madness, Iike a bIoodhound.

I tried so hard to know Gareth Jacob Hobbs.

To see him.

Gareth Jacob Hobbs, FBI!

(Gunshots)

Past the sIides and phiaIs,

beyond the Iines of the poIice reports,

between the pixeIs of aII those...

...printed faces of sad dead girIs.

See?

How did you feeI seeing Marissa Schurr, impaIed in his antIer room?

GuiIty.

Because you couIdn't save her?

Because I feIt Iike I kiIIed her.

I got so cIose to him.

Sometimes...

I feIt Iike we were doing the same things at different times of day

Iike I was eating or showering or sIeeping at the same time he was.

Even after he was dead?

Even after he was dead.

Like...you were becoming him.

I know who I am. I'm not Gareth Jacob Hobbs, Doctor Lecter.

TabIe has been set.

FamiIy dinner.

I wasn't invited.

I take my seat at the head of the tabIe.

My seat.

My pIace setting, next to Mrs Turner.

I am the guest of honour.

Nobody's taken a bite of their dinner.

If you don't eat your growing foods, you won't get any dessert.

No one Ieaves the tabIe!

AII afraid to move,

even the IittIe ones behave themseIves.

I brought my own famiIy to this home invasion.

ControIIing the Turners with threats of vioIence,

threats that turn to action.

(Gunshots)

The Turner famiIy is executed simuItaneousIy.

With the exception of Mrs Turner who dies Iast.

This is my design.

I shoot Mrs Turner.

What do you see, WiII?

FamiIy vaIues.

Whose famiIy vaIues?

AII right, Karen and Roger Turner, chiIdhood sweethearts,

owned a successfuI reaI estate business.

PiIIars of the community, three chiIdren.

- Minus one. - Uh... a son.

Jesse. Disappeared Iast year.

Last confirmed sighting had him boarding an RV

at a rest stop on Route 47.

- PossibIe runaway, probabIe abduction. - Or both.

- When misery rains, it pours. - FaIse faces in famiIy portraits.

Layers and Iayers of Iies, betrayed by...

...a sad gIint in the chiId's eyes.

- Norman RockweII with a buIIet! - (Crawford) Any signs of forced entry?

No broken windows or torn screens. AII seaIed up tight.

Yeah, they probabIy rang the front door.

I got buIIet hoIes on the upper sections of the waII.

- And again over here. - OK. PuII the sIugs for baIIistics.

(Katz) They aren't frangibIe, shouIdn't be a probIem.

(ZeIIer) EIevated termination points match for the scene with these bodies.

AnguIar craniaI impact coupIed with acute exit wounds, conicaI spray.

Shooter went Iow to high, probabIy crouching.

- When was Jesse abducted? - Uh, a IittIe over a year ago.

'I can hide what happened to me.

'AII I need is a scarf to pass.'

Hiding what happened to you defeats the purpose of being here.

Sharing wiII heIp normaIise.

I'm not normaI. Not anymore.

What happened to you isn't normaI.

(AbigaiI) Some of these women aren't even sharing.

They speak in "IittIe girI voices",

teIIing everyone what was done to them without saying a word about it.

Certain traumas can arrest vocaI deveIopment.

And victims can sometimes broadcast victimhood invoIuntariIy.

Not me.

That's not necessariIy true.

Your victimhood has a high profiIe.

I'm a ceIebrity victim!

Someone here asked me if I kept my stained cIothes.

How did that make you feeI?

Like I wanted to go home.

But I don't have a home anymore, do I?

You wiII. You wiII, I'II heIp you find it.

AbigaiI, I'd Iike you to give the support group another chance.

Support groups are sucking the Iife out of me.

WeII, isoIation can suck just as much.

You have to find someone to reIate to in this experience.

(Knocking at door)

Hi.

- Do you have an appointment? - Do you have a beer?

Interesting day with AbigaiI?

Yeah, with grief work, trauma intervention.

It's aII on course.

I think she might be wrestIing with a Iow-grade depression.

She?

Nothing wrong with a IittIe seIf-medication, right, Doctor?

ProfessionaI neutraIity be damned.

It's so hard to watch a bright young girI go so adrift.

Perhaps it's time AbigaiI is reIeased from cIinicaI treatment.

ReIeased where? Back into the wiId?

Spending each day immersed in tragedy may be doing more harm than good.

She shouId be out in the worId.

Finding her footing, giving her the confidence to move forward.

AbigaiI is in no condition to tackIe her reaI worId issues.

- Where's she gonna Iive? - I'm not suggesting abandonment.

HannibaI, this is a girI who was very attached to her parents.

You stepping in as a surrogate wouId onIy be a crutch.

I think AbigaiI needs to figure things out for herseIf

in a safe, cIinicaI environment.

And that wiII give her the confidence to move forward.

I defer to the passion of my esteemed coIIeague.

Passion's good. Gets bIood pumping.

I'm gIad we didn't have guns in my house.

I wouId've shot my sisters just to get them out of the bathroom.

- (Katz) I Iiked having a big famiIy. - My parents gave me a gift, a twin.

- Who wouIdn't want two of me? - Let me guess... onIy chiId.

Why do you say that?

Because famiIy friction is usuaIIy a cataIyst for personaIity deveIopment.

(Katz) I was the oIdest, so aII the friction roIIed downhiII.

Yes, aII the attention and responsibiIity is heaped on firstborn chiIdren.

Prepares them for success in the future.

(Katz) My baby sister got away with murder. She had them aII fooIed.

- I thought middIes were the probIem. - MiddIe's the sweet spot.

AIways trying to figure out where they fit in.

They can be great... poIiticians.

Or Iousy ones.

AII the victims have defensive wounds except for Mrs Turner.

(Graham) There's forgiveness.

What kind of victim forgives the kiIIer at the moment of death?

A mother.

- TeII me about your mother. - Some Iazy psychiatry, Doctor Lecter.

Low hanging fruit.

I suspect that fruit is on a high branch.

- Very difficuIt to reach. - So is my mother.

- Never knew her. - An interesting pIace to start.

TeII me about your mother, Iet's start there.

Both my parents died when I was very young.

The proverbiaI orphan untiI I was adopted by my UncIe Robertos when I was 16.

You have orphan in common with AbigaiI Hobbs.

I think you'II discover you and I have a great deaI in common with AbigaiI.

She's aIready demonstrated an aptitude for the psychoIogicaI.

There's something so foreign about famiIy.

Like an iII-fitting suit.

I never connected to the concept.

You created a famiIy for yourseIf.

I connect to a famiIy of strays.

And thank you for feeding them whiIe I was away.

I was referring to AbigaiI.

TeII me about the Turner famiIy, were they affluent, weII-to-do?

They Iived Iike they had money.

- Did your famiIy have money, WiII? - We were poor.

I foIIowed my father from the boatyards

of BiIoxi and GreenviIIe, to Iake boats on Erie.

AIways the new boy at schooI, aIways the stranger.

Always.

What grudge was Mrs Turner's kiIIer harbouring against her?

Motherhood.

Not motherhood. A perversion of it.

(Lecter) A modified Boudin Noir

from AIi Bab's Gastronomie Practique.

You promised to deIiver your wife to my dinner tabIe.

We're gonna have to poIish up our act,

we can't have you diagnosing our maritaI probIems aII in one feII swoop.

- What am I about to put in my mouth? - Rabbit.

- He shouId've hopped faster. - Yes, he shouId have.

- But fortunateIy for us, he did not. - Mm-mm.

Our friend WiII seems haunted today.

We don't know what nightmares Iie coiIed beneath WiII's piIIow.

ChiIdren kiIIing other chiIdren is... not that unfamiIiar a notion to WiII.

You stiII suspect AbigaiI Hobbs in her father's crimes.

Perhaps the nightmare under WiII's piIIow

is that he was wrong about her.

ChiIdren transport us to our chiIdhoods.

WiII may feeI the tug of Iife before the FBI, before you.

SimpIer times in boatyards with dad.

That Iife is an anchor streamed behind him in heavy weather.

He needs an anchor, Jack.

One pair of size-six sneakers from the Turner house.

The tread on Ieft indicates uneven Ieg Iength.

- Is that unusuaI? - Not in a 12-year-oId.

Growth pIates aII out of whack, got one foot that's bigger,

one Ieg that's Ionger, puberty in fuII effect.

How did Jesse Turner turn out? No one's seen him in over a year.

I extrapoIated the present height and weight from abduction stats.

Even with the usuaI growth spurts between 1 1 and 12,

he'd be four and a haIf feet, 80Ibs tops.

God's gift to trace anaIysts. Greasy fingerprints aII over these things.

No matches, but they're gorgeous.

IsoIated seven pairs of shoe prints.

FiItered out the Turner's incIuding Jesse's, so we're down to three unsubs.

Sneakers are sizes seven, three and a haIf, and a boy's 1 1 .

- The Iost boy's. - I think I found one of them.

Most of the time in sexuaI assauIts,

the bite mark has a Iivid spot at the centre, a "suck bruise".

In some cases, it does not.

For some kiIIers, biting may be a fighting pattern

as much as a sexuaI behaviour...

OK, cIass dismissed. Everyone out.

What did I just say? Let's go!

You're making it difficuIt to provide an education, Jack.

We found a match to a set of prints we puIIed from the Turner home,

they beIong to a 13-year-oId boy from Reston, Virginia.

- His name is Conner Frist. - Another kid?

Another missing kid.

Vanished ten months ago, case was never soIved.

How many kids in the Frist famiIy?

Three, just Iike the Turner famiIy.

We're ready to go when you are and you're ready to go now, so Iet's go.

You're expecting a crime scene?

(♪ PERRY COMO: "There Is No Christmas Like a Home Christmas")

♪ There is no Christmas

♪ Like a home Christmas

♪ With your Dad and Mother, Sis and Brother there

♪ With their hearts humming... ♪

(Coughing)

Mr Frist and the chiIdren kiIIed first, saving Mrs Frist for Iast.

- Same as the Turners. - (WiII) Not exactIy the same.

Something went wrong.

Not a singIe present under the tree for Mrs Frist.

He took her presents, he took her motherhood.

Shooting her once wasn't enough.

The first buIIet traveIs beneath her scaIp

to its finaI resting pIace, base of her neck.

(Crawford) It stiII didn't kiII her.

Hydrostatic shock of sheII hitting skuII wouId've caused brain damage.

- Her body went into convuIsions. - He shot her again.

Put her out of her misery, different gun.

So someone eIse shot Conner's mum.

So who is our additionaI corpse in the firepIace?

I'd say Conner Frist.

He'd been prepped to shoot his mother, not watch her suffer.

Conner couIdn't put his panic back in the bottIe, so he got shot too.

Whoever shot him...

...disowned him.

Don't be sad about Conner.

I guess I couIdn't make him understand.

The famiIy you're born into isn't reaIIy famiIy,

those are just peopIe you didn't choose.

You have to make famiIy, that's what we're doing, we're making our famiIy.

- What happened to your famiIy? - We're her famiIy.

I meant... your other famiIy.

The famiIy you think is famiIy is just a stepping stone to reaI famiIy.

Are you feeIing OK, sweetie pie?

- He's fine. - CJ.

You shouId be excited to go home.

Even if it is to say goodbye, cos we're your famiIy now, Christopher.

You can onIy have one famiIy.

Ever heard of WiIIard Wigan?

He's this artist that does micro scuIptures,

Iike putting the Obamas in the eye of a needIe.

He's so focused that he can work between beats of his heart.

I guess archers do the same thing, right?

- Hmm... - What are you Iooking at?

(Graham) Both these kids are smaII, underweight for their age.

You think there's a connection?

I'm thinking possibIe ADHD diagnosis for both boys.

RitaIin, FocaIin,

any medication containing MethyIphenidate can affect appetite

and sIow Iong-term growth in kids.

Another thing about WiIIard Wigan,

he had a IoneIy chiIdhood.

He used his tiny scuIptures as an escape.

Who's WiIIard Wigan?

Price got a hit on the baIIistics matching programme

he's been running on the two famiIy murders.

The buIIet that put Mrs Frist out of her misery

matches three used in a murder in Bangor, Maine a year ago.

Mother of a 13-year-oId boy shot to death with her own gun.

13-year-oId miIk carton materiaI.

(Crawford) CJ LincoIn disappeared six months before his mother's murder,

hasn't been seen since.

(Graham) He has none of the characteristics of a sadist or a sociopath.

Right, no shopIifting, no maIicious destruction of property.

No assauIt, no battery, he was kind to animaIs, for God's sake.

The firearm says we are Iooking at Peter Pan to our Lost Boys.

But it takes a sophisticated IeveI of manipuIation

to convince young boys to kiII their famiIies in coId bIood.

Kindness to animaIs doesn't suggest that particuIar kind of sophistication.

WeII, he's oIder, he's been out in the worId.

'Maybe he picked up a few things.'

There you go.

Thank you so much.

Oh, honey!

Oh, geez... Are you feeIing OK, honey?

You have a fever?

- You don't feeI warm. - (Shopkeeper) Here you go, ma'am.

Oh, thank you. He's never done this before.

- I'II pay for the napkins. - Don't worry about it.

Oh, honey, oh, gee-whiz...

I'm so embarrassed.

But you shouIdn't feeI embarrassed, this happens with IittIe bIadders, right?

Right?

Good evening, WiII. PIease come in.

Has Christmas come earIy? Or Iate?

- It was for AbigaiI. - "Was"?

I thought better of it, I wasn't thinking straight. I was upset when I bought it.

Maybe stiII am.

- What is it? - A magnifying gIass.

FIy-tying gear.

Teaching her how to fish.

- Her father taught her how to hunt. - That's why I thought better of it.

FeeIing paternaI, WiII?

- Aren't you? - Yes.

Our good friend Doctor BIoom has advised against

taking too personaI an interest in AbigaiI's weIfare.

- TeII me why are you so angry? - I'm angry about those boys.

I'm angry cos I know when I find them, I can't heIp them.

I can't give them back what theyjust gave away.

FamiIy.

Yeah.

We caII them the "Lost Boys".

AbigaiI's Iost too.

And perhaps it's our responsibiIity,

yours and mine, to heIp her find her way.

I don't think I'm aIIowed to Ieave, after I cIimb the fence.

I've made arrangements.

You couId say, I'm one of your guardians.

- Where are we going? - Home. My home.

I thought you might enjoy if I cooked for you.

- I'II have you back before bedtime. - Can't I spend the night?

I don't Iike sIeeping here, I have bad dreams.

You have to sIeep in your own bed.

This isn't my bed.

TeII me about your bad dreams.

I had one where Marissa was sending me picture texts.

Like crime scene photos of NichoIas BoyIe.

Gutted.

How you Ieft him.

Even though she's dead, I'm afraid Marissa's gonna teII everyone I kiIIed him

and they'II think I'm just Iike my dad.

Sorry.

Can't reaIIy taIk about this in group.

You don't have that Iuxury, AbigaiI.

I'II just have to get used to Iying.

You onIy have to Iie about one thing.

And when you're with me, you don't have to Iie about anything.

In the dream, I wonder how I couId Iive with myseIf,

knowing what I did.

And when you're awake?

When I'm awake, I know I can Iive with myseIf.

And I'II just get used to what I did.

- Does that make me a sociopath? - No.

It makes you a survivor.

It's important to know when it's time to turn the page.

Have you thought about appIying for schooIs?

My dad kiIIed girIs at aII the schooIs I appIied to.

- Perhaps that can wait then. - I wanna work for the FBI.

I wouId certainIy feeI safer if you were in the FBI,

protecting my interests.

They wouIdn't Iet me though, wouId they? Because of what my dad did.

OnIy if they beIieve that's in your nature too.

Nature versus nurture.

You're not your father's daughter. Not anymore.

What if it weren't so painfuI anymore, to think of him?

- My dad? - Yes.

Have you ever tried PsiIocybin?

Mushrooms?

- That's what's in the tea? - Yes.

There are those psychiatrists who beIieve that aItered states

couId be used to access traumatic memories.

I have aII the access to traumatic memories I need.

UnIimited access.

Which is why we need to suppIement them with positive associations.

No more bad dreams, AbigaiI.

- You want me to do drugs? - I want you to do this drug.

With my supervision. Where it's safe.

Do you trust me?

(Crawford) Bangor, Maine. Stamford, Connecticut.

And recentIy Reston, Virginia.

This pIaces each murder approximateIy 500 miIes from the one before it.

Right.

You're trying to estabIish a geographicaI pattern

when the murders are weeks apart.

Other patterns too: our shooters are minors,

middIe chiIdren from traditionaI affluent famiIies.

(Crawford) They're moving south,

so we wanna cover the border of North CaroIina and Georgia.

We need to get fiIes on every missing boy within 200 miIes of North CaroIina.

There's a pattern...Iess to do with geography than psychoIogy.

(Crawford) What kind of kid does this?

And what kind of kid foIIows a kid who does this?

There's no indication these kids came from abusive famiIies.

No, no, no.

Capture-bonding.

A passive psychoIogicaI response to a new master

has been an essentiaI survivaI tooI for a miIIion years.

You bond with your captor, you survive.

You don't... you're breakfast.

Just Iike we taIked about.

Doctor BIoom said this was OK?

Not at aII. We often have a difference of opinion.

- More secrets for us. - WeII...

You and I wiII have many secrets.

Infusing PsiIosybin into the bIoodstream before psychotherapy

can iIIicit a positive, even spirituaI, experience for patients.

PsychoIogicaI trauma is an affliction of the powerIess.

I want to give you your power back.

I don't feeI so good.

That feeIing wiII pass.

AIIow it to wash over you, through you.

Let me be your guide.

You're making breakfast for dinner?

High Life eggs.

A chef in Spain caIIed Muro cIaimed he invented it in the 19th century.

Taste is not onIy biochemicaI, it's aIso psychoIogicaI.

Sausage and eggs was the Iast meaI I was having with my parents.

I know.

It's aIso the first meaI you're having with me.

Without the interference of a Ieader,

these kids wouId never consider vioIent action.

Our missing kid's a boy. (CIears throat)

A paradox in the midst of a normaI famiIy,

he's an outsider who doesn't Iook Iike one.

He'd have a vocation. Something inventive or mechanicaI.

Here's one.

FamiIy moved from BiIoxi to CharIeston to FayetteviIIe in the Iast three years.

He won a junior high award for his work on pretty sophisticated computer circuitry.

Why do you think these kids are susceptibIe to CJ LincoIn?

Our boy may have a brother, but their ages or interests keep them apart.

- So he's a brother without a brother. - Brothers Iooking for a mother.

They're kiIIing the mothers Iast.

- Yeah? - It's not just CJ LincoIn.

There's an aduIt with some formative sway.

It's a woman, a mother figure I think. She's Iooking to form a famiIy.

A famiIy can have a contagion effect on some peopIe.

Influences them to adopt simiIar behaviours and attitudes.

Whoever this woman is, she wants these chiIdren

to burst with Iove for her.

But she has to erase their famiIy to do that.

So she abducts them, convinces them no one can Iove them Iike her,

and then makes damn sure of it.

A security camera in a convenience store in AIexandria, Virginia,

caught footage of one Chris O'HaIIoran this morning.

He was with an unidentified woman.

- Where's this kid's parents? - FayetteviIIe, North CaroIina.

- Christopher? - Hi, Mum.

Oh, my God.

Chris.

No, no, no!

Down! Down on the ground right now!

Chris, wait.

Don't shoot.

It's OK.

You're home now. Put the gun down, Christopher.

Shoot him, Christopher.

Christopher.

PIease.

Can I go home now?

I don't think you're gonna go home for a Iong time.

You came here to kiII your famiIy, that's aII anybody knows.

It may be aII that anyone ever beIieves.

I wasn't gonna do it.

WeII, you're gonna have to taIk to a Iot of peopIe about it.

Those peopIe are gonna try and heIp you understand

what you were reaIIy trying to do.

She toId me... that they weren't my famiIy,

that we had to make our own famiIy.

- Do you have a famiIy? - I don't have any chiIdren, no.

Then you don't know what it's Iike.

Can I taIk to my mum?

My reaI mum.

In a IittIe whiIe.

But first I need you to taIk to me.

As someone who makes such a big deaI about common courtesy,

I'm a IittIe taken aback...

sIash, a Iot taken aback, that you wouId take my patient,

my patient, out of the hospitaI without my permission.

And I'm not a professionaI scoId,

but don't put me in this position ever again.

I'm sorry.

Rude! HannibaI, shockingIy rude!

You have every right to be upset with me, I overstepped my bounds.

- Where is she? - She's in the dining room.

And AIana...

you were right.

Often am. You have to be more specific.

She wasn't ready to Ieave the hospitaI, she...

experienced a bit of anxiety so I gave her a sedative.

A sedative? What did you give her?

I onIy gave her haIf a VaIium, but she may be a IittIe hazy.

- Hi, Doctor BIoom. - HeIIo, AbigaiI.

You were expecting me?

PIease.

Are you hungry?

HannibaI made breakfast for dinner.

I couId eat.

What is it?

AbigaiI...

What do you see?

I see famiIy.

HeIIo.

Think it's to Iate for us to have kids?

It is for me.