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Previously on Hannibal...

If this is about my
position at the palazzo,

once the path was cleared, I
won the job fairly on my merits.

Two men from the Capponi are
dead. You are going to be caught.

Europe is where a man of
his tastes would settle.

- His tastes are very specific.
- That's how you'll find him.

Come back with me. We have a
chance to regain our reputations

by capturing the Mostro.

I'm here for Will Graham.

I have no reason to stay
here. He saw to that.

I'll help you find him.

On still evenings,

when the air was damp after a rain,

we played a game.

Hannibal would burn all
kinds of barks and incense

for me to identify by scent alone.

He was charming...

the way a cub is charming.

A small cub that grows up

to be like one of the big cats.

One you can't play with later.

The day I met Hannibal,

he was an orphan.

I was meant to meet him

with his sister,

but he was alone.

How did you meet him?

I was his aunt's attendant.

My parents sent me to
learn from Lady Murasaki

when I was just a girl.

I learned from Hannibal, too.

He comes in the guise of a mentor,

but it's distress that excites him.

I'm not in distress.

Not anymore.

You had a strict rule about taking life

and you broke it.

Is it on your mind?

Do you see yourself killing him

over and over?

No.

I see you.

How do you know Hannibal's in Florence?

Botticelli.

I've never been to Italy.

I've never expected to.

Birds eat thousands of snails every day.

Some of those snails survive digestion

and emerge to find

they've traveled the world.

In the belly of the beast.

I kept cochlear gardens as a
young man to attract fireflies.

Their larvae would devour

many times their own body weight in snails.

Fuel...

to power a transformation
into a delicate creature

of such beauty.

To the misfortune of the snail.

Snails follow their nature

as surely as those that eat them.

Fireflies live very brief lives.

Better to live true to yourself
for an instant than never know it.

Not like Will Graham does.

An insect lacks morality to agonize over.

Will agonizes about inevitable change.

Almost anything can be trained

to resist its instinct.

A shepherd dog doesn't savage the sheep.

But it wants to.

Will has reached a state
of moral dumbfounding.

Empathy and reciprocity.

Reciprocity.

If we keep track of incoming

and outgoing intentions,

Will Graham is en route to kill you

while you lie in wait to kill him.

Now that's reciprocity.

Synced and corrected by
** Ahmed Elshehawy **

** Hannibal - Season 3 Episode 5 **
Contorno

Ciao, Bella.

(people laughing)

- Grazie.
- Here we are.

- Mmm! Grazie.
- Prego.

You've recently stopped
wearing your wedding ring.

Yes, and you've recently
started wearing yours.

- (laughing)
- I have a young and lovely wife.

Her efforts have ground twelve pounds

off my frame.

- La Vita Nuova.
- Yeah.

Divorced?

No. Widowed.

I met her here.

It's a little strange to
be in Italy without her.

- What was her name?
- Bella.

To Bella.

- To Bella.
- To Bella.

I look at her and I
think about all the things

I want to give her...

How you wish to appear in her eyes.

Certainly not in my present
role at the Questura.

I perform menial errands found for me

by my former subordinates.

Interviews

in missing person cases.

They've enjoyed my fall from grace.

You weren't in Palermo

on official business.

Neither were you.

And your subordinates at the Questura,

- they know you're investigating Hannibal Lecter?
- I'll tell them,

when I know it's Lecter
that I'm investigating.

You already know.

I need to be certain.

- I am disgraced and out of fortune.
- It has inclined you

towards a game that's outside of the law.

I know. I played that game.

And I lost.

Let's eat.

Oh, my goodness... how beautiful.

- Pasta?
- Please.

This is pappardelle alla
lepre. Can you say it?

- Par-par-delle alla...
- No, no. It's not "par-par-delle".

- No... no...
- No, it's "pappardelle."

- Pappardelle.
- Yeah! That's it. Yes.

- With lepre.
- Ah, well, thank you.

A table setting from the
home of Dr. Hannibal Lecter.

The silverware is 19th-century
Dutch from Christofle.

The plate is Gien French
china from Tiffany.

The table linen is damask cotton,

also from Christofle.

You've got to hand it to the man.

He has the most marvelous taste.

I've discovered a pattern of purchases.

An echo of the life he lived in Baltimore.

He likes music, he likes wine,

he likes food and he likes you.

How did you taste, Dr. Bloom?

Sweet, I bet.

I'm sure you got a taste of him, too.

Spitters are quitters, and you
don't strike me as a quitter.

The first step in the development of taste

is to be willing to
credit your own opinion.

But in the areas of food and wine,

I have to follow

Hannibal's precedents.

A receipt from a Florentine fine grocer,

Vera dal 1926,

for two bottles of Bâtard-Montrachet

and some tartufi bianchi.

And another. And another. And another.

- Huh!
- Once a week,

for the last three months,

a blonde woman has been making
the exact same purchase.

Due bottiglie di Bâtard-Montrachet

e li tartufi bianchi, per favore.

And she always pays cash.

Grazie.

She's shopping for Hannibal.

Bravo.

Are we obligated to talk?

No.

Strange to talk so much.

Not used to hearing voices outside my head.

I hear voices from all directions.

In the gnawing sameness of your days...

did you look at the shape of things?

At...

what you were becoming?

I wasn't becoming anything.

I was standing still.

Exactly where he left me standing.

Like taxidermy.

Hollowed out and...

filled with something else.

Not something else.

I'm not as malleable as you are.

I was violent

when it was the right thing to do.

But I think you like it.

We afforded each other an experience

we may not otherwise have had.

If you don't kill him,

you're afraid you are going to become him.

Yes.

There are means of influence

other than violence.

- Dr. Fell?
- Yes.

I am Inspector Rinaldo Pazzi

from the Questura di Firenze.

I was wondering

if you ever met your predecessor?

Never met him.

Read several of his monographs.

The officers who first
investigated checked the Palazzo

for any sort of note

farewell notes, suicide notes,

found nothing.

The going assumption is,
he eloped with a woman

and her money.

(laughing) What is the going assumption

regarding Professor Sogliato?

Still no word?

You may have had the
last word with Sogliato.

Your colleague...

Signor Albizzi, tells me

no one has spoken to Professor Sogliato

since he declined your
invitation to dinner.

He is the second to have
disappeared from the Palazzo.

Like any good investigator,

I'm sure you're sifting the
circumstances for profit.

Both were bachelors,

well-respected scholars

with orderly lives.

They had some savings, nothing much.

- Commendatore Pazzi?
- Yeah?

I think you are a Pazzi
of the Pazzi, am I correct?

How did you know that?

You resemble a figure at
the Della Robbia roundels

in your family's chapel at Santa Croce.

Yeah. Yeah.

That was Andrea de Pazzi

depicted as John the Baptist.

Then there's the most famous
Pazzi of all: Francesco.

He attempted to assassinate
Lorenzo the Magnificent

in the cathedral, at
Mass, in 1478.

Yeah.
The Pazzi family

were all brought low
on that Sunday.

If you come upon anything, Dr. Fell,

anything personal from the missing men,

will you call me?

Of course, Commendatore.

[State your business, please.]

I may have information

about Hannibal Lecter.

[Do you know where he is now?]

I believe so.

Is the reward in effect?

[Why haven't you called the police?]

[I'm required to encourage you to do so.]

Is the reward payable in...

special circumstances?

To someone not ordinarily eligible?

[Do you mean a bounty on Dr. Lecter?]

Yes.

[It is against international
convention to offer a bounty]

[for someone's death, sir.
Are you calling from Europe?]

Yes, I am.

That's all I'm telling you.

[I suggest you contact
an attorney to discuss]

[the legality of bounties.
May I recommend one?]

[There is one in Geneva, I
encourage you strongly to call him]

[and be frank about the matter.]

[Would you like the number, sir?]

[Sir?]

Yes. Give me the number.

♪♪♪

I prefer the sound and
feel of the harpsichord.

More alive,

the music arrives like experience,

sudden and entire.

The piano has the quality of a memory.

Today has the quality of a memory.

You've met Inspector Pazzi before.

In my youth...

We shared a fondness for Botticelli

and crossed paths in the Uffizi Gallery,

beneath La Primavera.

Does he know...

what you are?

When I looked into his
face and stood close him,

I was well aware that all the
elements of epiphany were present.

And yet here you are,

free to tell me all about it.

He must wait,

and lurk and think.

It's too soon to flush his quarry.

He's deciding what to do.

Someone's put a price on your head.

As an early warning system,
a bounty is better than radar.

It inclines authorities
everywhere to forsake

their duty and scramble
after me privately.

Should Rinaldo Pazzi
join Professor Sogliato

and the late curator of the
Palazzo down in the damp?

Should his body be found

after an apparent suicide?

No. Rinaldo Pazzi, a Pazzi of the Pazzi,

chief inspector at the Florentine Questura,

has to decide what his honor is worth.

What is it worth

to be known as the man

who caught Hannibal Lecter?

For a policeman, credit
has a short half-life.

Better to sell me.

(He resumes playing.)

(dripping sound)

(dripping sound)

I like the night.

It's more than a period of time;

it's another place.

It's different from where
we are during the day.

We're different from who
we are during the day.

Little more hidden, little less seen.

When life is most like a dream.

Why are you searching for him?

What are you hoping to find?

I'm not searching for Hannibal.

I know exactly where he is.

Is he in Florence?

Yes.

Why didn't you tell me you knew?

I told you...

there are means of influence

other than violence.

But violence

is what you understand.

(train horn)

[Hello, Rinaldo!]

- Hello.
- [Thank you so much for reaching out.]

[Without the cooperation
of concerned citizens]

[such as yourself,]

monsters like Hannibal
Lecter would be running wild.

[Shall we?]

Let's.

I will privately pay three million dollars

[for the doctor alive,
no questions asked, ]

[discretion guaranteed.]

[Those terms include]

a one-hundred-thousand
dollar advance.

To qualify for the
advance, you must provide

[a positively identifiable fingerprint]

[from Dr. Lecter.]

[Capito?]

Yes, yes, yes. I understand.

I will require a fresh fingerprint

in situ and unlifted,

on an object for my experts

to examine independently.

You don't want to alarm the doctor.

He may disappear too well and...

[I would be left with nothing.]

- Si.
- So you have no illusions

about what's going to happen to Dr. Lecter.

You would be selling him
into torture and death.

[I'm aware.]

You get the rest of the money

[when he is delivered
alive and in our hands.]

I don't want Dr. Lecter

- near Florence when you...
- [I understand your concern.]

[Don't worry, he won't be.]

[Toodle-oo.]

Hannibal is going to kill him, you know.

- (waltz playing)
- Dr. Fell?

- Buonasera, commendatore.
- Buonasera, Dottore Fell.

Back so soon?

Given the nature of your...

exhibition and the contents
of our last conversation,

I brought something I thought

you might like to see.

It was supposedly worn
by Francesco de Pazzi

when he met his end.

My family guilt cast in iron.

A scold's bridle.

- May I?
- Of course.

A wonderful heirloom.

I'm so glad you stopped by,
Commendatore Pazzi, as I...

have a family heirloom for you.

Beneath the figure is written a name.

- Can you make it out?
- It says, "Pazzi."

This is your ancestor, Francesco,

hanging outside the Palazzo.

This particular illustration

is bowels out. I've seen others bowels in.

By all accounts, Francesco was led astray

by thirty pieces of silver from
the hand of the Papal banker.

It's hard to see,

but here's where the archbishop bit him.

Eyes wild as he choked,

the archbishop locked his
teeth in Pazzi's flesh.

On a related subject, I must confess,

I've been giving very serious
thought to doing the same.

Thank you.

He said he would be home by now.

What has he done?

Can you hear me, Signor Pazzi?

Take a deep breath while you can.

Clear your head.

I haven't had a bite all day.

Actually, your liver and kidneys

would be suitable for dinner right away...

Tonight, even,

but the rest of the meat
should hang at least a week

in the current cool conditions.

I didn't see the forecast, did you?

I gather that means "no."

If you tell me

what I need to know, commendatore,
it would be convenient for me

to leave without my meal.

I will ask you the
questions and then we'll see.

You can trust me, you know,

though I expect

that you find trust
difficult, knowing yourself.

When the police didn't come,

it was clear that you had sold me.
Was it Mason Verger you sold me to?

Thank you.

I called the number on
his "wanted" site once,

far from here, just for fun.

Have you told anyone at
the Questura about me?

Is that a no?

- (cell phone buzzing)
- Pronto.

Inspector Pazzi. My name is Alana Bloom.

- [You don't know me, but I know your benefactor... ]
- Hello, Alana.

I'm afraid the inspector
is otherwise occupied.

Is he dead?

[There is nothing I would love more than
to be able to chat with you, Alana,]

but you caught me at a
rather awkward moment.

Nice to hear your voice.

So, commendatore,

which do you think?

Bowels in or bowels out?

Out, I think.

(creaking sound)

Hello, Jack.

Did you get my note?

I am truly sorry about Bella.

For her, night and day must've
been very much the same in the end.

When she could no longer stir or speak,

did you speak for her?

I imagine you were capable of giving any
medication Bella may have needed in the night.

Did you practice injections
on an orange, Jack?

(waltz playing)

What medication did
you give her in the end?

Was it too much?

Or just enough?

(cracking sound)

I brought Bella back from death
and you returned her to it.

Is that where you're taking me, Jack?

How will you feel when I'm gone?

Alive.

** Ahmed Elshehawy **
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