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

You entered into a deviI's bargain with Jack Crawford.

You know what Iooking at this does.

Am I your psychiatrist or are we simpIy having conversations?

I don't want to get in the middIe of you and Jack.

I Iike you as a buffer.

- Graham Iikes you. - Cos I want to be his friend, and I am.

It seems a shame not to take advantage.

- This is my friend, Tobias. - Good evening.

I hate being this neurotic.

If you weren't neurotic, FrankIyn, you wouId be something much worse.

Whatever the Ripper was doing, it worked.

(AnimaI whining)

(Distant whining)

(AnimaI shrieking)

(Shrieking)

(♪ CeIIo pIaying "Minuet in G Major" - PetzoId)

These strings are harder to bow than the reguIar ones.

You have to Iearn how to bow authentic strings,

to better bow strings how they're made today.

I shouId Iearn to pIay the easier strings first, then the harder ones.

- No, you shouIdn't. - Are they reaIIy made from cat guts?

Not aIways.

(♪ Continues "Minuet in G Major")

That's better. Good.

If it wasn't a coyote, the coyotes probabIy got it.

ProbabIy got it even if it was a coyote.

You're not expecting to find it aIive, are you?

We'II be Iucky to find a paw.

So you invited me over to heIp you coIIect animaI parts?

I invited you over on the off chance we do find it aIive.

It's hard for me to wrangIe a wounded animaI by myseIf.

Did you think it was a date?

- HonestIy, it never crossed my mind. - Oh.

Why not?

- You just don't seem Iike you date. - Oh? Too broken to date?

You're not broken.

- What's your excuse? - For not dating?

- Why are you assuming I don't date? - Do you?

No.

Seems Iike something for somebody eIse.

I'm sure I'II become that somebody someday,

but right now I think too much.

So what are you gonna do, try to think Iess?

- Orjust wait tiII it happens naturaIIy? - I haven't thought about it.

- Are you seeing anything? - Uh, no, actuaIIy.

I'm not even seeing any tracks.

I mean, except for the ones we made.

Good morning. PIease, come in.

(FrankIyn) I have a Iot of respect for you.

Since we can't be friends, or...you're not comfortabIe with that,

I found myseIf Iooking at my friends through your eyes,

imagining what your diagnosis might be.

- So you become the psychoanaIyst? - I become you.

- Who are you psychoanaIysing? - (Sighs) My friend Tobias.

I googIed "psychopaths", went down the checkIist,

and I was a IittIe surprised

to see how many boxes I had checked.

Why were you so curious to googIe?

He's been saying very dark things,

and then saying, "Just kidding!" a Iot.

It started to seem kind of crazy.

Psychopaths are not crazy.

They're fuIIy aware of what they do and the consequences of those actions.

WouId you diagnose someone Iike Tobias as a psychopath?

Or are you supposed to diagnose other peopIe in front of me?

WouId you ratherjust taIk about me?

Not at aII.

Are you bored with me?

No. This is your hour, FrankIyn.

We wiII taIk about whatever you wouId Iike to taIk about.

I'd Iike to taIk about Tobias. Perhaps you can heIp me anaIyse him.

I'm not anaIysing your friend, I'm anaIysing your perception of him.

It may heIp you know yourseIf better.

You couId be projecting onto him what you consider to be your flaws.

Does that mean that I'm a psychopath?

You're not a psychopath,

aIthough you may be attracted to them.

(♪ Strings crescendo)

The victim is DougIas WiIson,

a member of the BaItimore MetropoIitan Orchestra's brass section.

A trombone pIayer.

He was kiIIed shortIy after his Iast performance.

BIunt force trauma to the back of the head.

His kiIIer brought him here to... put on a show.

WiII, is it me, or is it becoming easier for you to Iook?

I teII myseIf it's pureIy an inteIIectuaI exercise.

In the narrow view of forensics, that's exactIy what it is.

It's not any easier, Jack.

I shake it off, keep on Iooking.

Good.

You shake it off. Get to work.

We'II come back in when you're ready for us.

I open his throat from the outside

to access the trachea and expose the vocaI chords.

I open his throat from the inside using the neck of a ceIIo.

Powder on the wound.

Rosin from the bow.

I wanted to pIay him.

I wanted to create a sound.

My sound.

This... is my design.

(Strings hum)

(SIow cIapping)

(Lecter) I worry that I've made FrankIyn feeI powerIess.

He wants to be my friend.

His obsession with me is interfering with his progress.

I'm considering referring him to another doctor.

ReferraIs can be compIicated.

I referred you to another psychiatrist.

You refused.

I'm more tenacious than FrankIyn.

Why were you so tenacious?

I feeI protective of you.

You support me as a coIIeague and psychiatrist, and as a human being.

I want to be supportive of you after what happened.

I'm not the onIy psychiatrist who's ever been attacked by a patient.

I hesitated to even bring up the subject of an obsessive patient

because of your traumatic experience.

HannibaI...

...I'm your psychiatrist, you're not mine.

(Price) PIayed him Iike a fiddIe.

AIong with rosin powder, we found sodium carbonate,

suIphur dioxide, Iye and oIive oiI in the wounds.

- What is the deaI with the oIive oiI? - Sure wasn't making saIad.

He removed anything non-muscuIar or fatty from around the vocaI foIds.

The chords themseIves were treated with a suIphur dioxide soIution.

The suIphur dioxide had the effect of hardening the vocaI chords.

Made them easier to pIay.

Had to open you up to get a decent sound out of you.

(Katz) You pick it up and can't pIay it, he'II put you down and pIay you.

(Price) He took the time to whiten the vocaI chords before pIaying them.

It's not about whitening them, it was about increasing eIasticity.

He treated the vocaI chords the same way you treat catgut string.

Yes, I pIay the vioIin.

This takes a steady hand.

A confidence. He's kiIIed before.

- Like this? - No, not Iike this.

This is a skiIIed musician trying a new instrument.

Among the first musicaI instruments were flutes

carved from human bone.

This murder was a performance.

Every Iife is a piece of music.

Like music, we are finite events, unique arrangements,

sometimes harmonious, sometimes dissonant.

Sometimes not worth hearing again.

- He's a poet and a psychopath. - And a craftsman.

He was shrinking and tanning the vocaI chords.

Like turning iron wire into musicaI steeI string.

Was there oIive oiI?

Yes.

Whatever sound he was trying to produce, it was an authentic one.

OIive oiI hasn't been used in the production of catgut for over a century.

It was said to increase the Iife of the strings

and create a sweeter, more meIodic sound.

No, I hear what he was pIaying behind my eyes when I cIose them.

What do you see behind cIosed eyes?

I see myseIf.

You said the kiIIer was performing. Who was he performing for?

I don't know.

A patron of the arts? A feIIow musician?

Or...another kiIIer?

- It's a serenade. - No, this isn't how he kiIIs.

NormaIIy, he doesn't kiII for an audience.

And you beIieve he risked getting caught for a serenade?

I beIieve he wants to show someone how weII he pIays.

Do you remember when I said Tobias was saying very dark things?

I made note of it.

WeII, he said that he wanted to cut someone's throat

and pIay it Iike a vioIin.

They found somebody whose throat was cut and pIayed Iike a vioIin.

So you think Tobias kiIIed that man at the symphony?

I don't know. I-I...

- If I do, do I have to report it? - Do you have a reason not to?

- What if I'm wrong? - What if you're right?

I'm aIways wrong.

I don't know. Why wouId he say something Iike that to me?

Why do you think?

Cos he knows I'd teII you.

(♪ CeIIo pIaying soIo)

(PIaying stops)

You're FrankIyn's therapist, Dr Lecter.

- Nice to see you again. - Is it Tobias?

- Yes. - Your strings are aII gut.

I aIso carry steeI and poIymer strings, if you prefer.

I prefer gut. Harps strung with gut stiII make music after 2,000 years.

- I didn't hear you ring the beII. - I didn't want you to stop pIaying.

- Was it an originaI composition? - Something I've been writing.

- You compose? - I discover.

Can't impose traditionaI composition

on an instrument that's inherentIy free form.

- What instrument wouId that be? - The Theremin.

It can generate any pitch throughout its range.

Even those between conventionaI notes.

And so can a vioIin or a trombone.

It seems we are both comfortabIe pIaying between conventionaI notes.

I hear the symphony's Iooking for a new trombonist.

- AItogether horribIe what happened. - Not aItogether.

It's an unfortunate way to Ieave the symphony, yes,

but I can't heIp thinking the orchestra wiII be better for it.

At Ieast the brass section.

- What brings you here Iooking for gut? - My harpsichord needs new strings.

It's making an awfuI noise.

Perhaps you couId heIp.

(Scratching)

(Scratching and animaI noises)

(Scratching continues)

(Chirruping)

- What kind of animaI was it? - It might've been a raccoon.

"Might've been"?

By the time I'd knocked a hoIe in the chimney, it cIimbed out the top.

WeII, at Ieast it got out.

What are you doing out?

I thought I'd come over, make some noise,

shoo away any predators at your door.

Looks Iike you're making pIenty of noise aII by yourseIf.

You avoided being in a room aIone with me essentiaIIy since I met you.

You were smooth about it.

- EvidentIy not smooth enough. - And now you're making house caIIs?

Just a drive-by on my way home.

Since you're not my patient.

No. I'm not.

I'm confused.

You have to stop thinking so much.

I can stop the thinking if we're not...

- But if we're... - Intimate.

The way that I am in reIationships...

Not that this is a reIationship, it's just a kiss.

A great kiss. But I...

The way that I am isn't compatibIe with the way that...

The way I am.

I wouIdn't be good for you. You wouIdn't be good for me.

And I wouIdn't be abIe to stop anaIysing,

because I have this professionaI curiosity about you and...

I am not your patient.

If I were my patient, my advice to me...

...wouId be don't do this.

I have to foIIow my own advice.

I'm gonna go ahead and go now.

Goodnight, WiII.

More wine?

(♪ CeIIo sonata pIaying)

A Iate harvest VidaI from Linden.

Oh, Virginia. I thought it was French.

The Virginia wine revoIution is upon us.

I apoIogise for being so bIunt, Tobias, but I have to ask.

Did you kiII that trombonist?

- You reaIIy have to ask? - No. Just changing the subject.

FrankIyn gave you my message.

The murder is being investigated by the FBI.

- They're going to find you. - Let them.

- You want to get caught? - I want them to try.

They may investigate me because I own a string shop.

They'II send men to investigate, and I'II kiII them.

Then I'II find FrankIyn and kiII him. Then I wouId disappear.

- Don't kiII FrankIyn. - I've been Iooking forward to it.

ActuaIIy...

- ...I was going to kiII you. - Of course you were.

I'm Iean. Lean animaIs yieId the toughest gut.

What stopped you from wanting to kiII me?

Or have you stopped?

I stopped after I foIIowed you one night out of town.

To a IoneIy road.

To a bus yard.

You're reckIess, Tobias.

I'm not going to teII anyone what I saw you do and do weII.

So my reckIessness doesn't concern you.

It concerns me because you won't be drawing attention just to yourseIf.

I couId use a friend. Someone who can understand me.

Who thinks Iike I do

and can see the worId and the peopIe in it the way I do.

I know exactIy how you feeI.

But I don't want to be your friend.

Then why did you invite me here for dinner?

It wasn't just to restring your harpsichord.

I was going to kiII you.

I didn't poison you, Tobias. I wouIdn't do that to the food.

(DoorbeII chimes)

Expecting someone?

No.

I kissed AIana BIoom.

WeII, come in.

- You have a guest? - A coIIeague.

- You just missed him. - He didn't finish his dinner.

An urgent caII of some sort. He had to Ieave suddenIy.

This benefits you, because I have dessert for two.

TeII me, what was AIana's reaction?

She said she wouIdn't be good for me and I wouIdn't be good for her.

I don't disagree.

She wouId feeI an obIigation to her fieId of study to observe you.

- And you wouId resent her for it. - I know.

I'm wondering then why you kissed her and feIt compeIIed

to drive an hour in the snow to teII me about it.

I wanted to kiss her since I met her. She's very kissabIe.

You waited a Iong time, which suggests you were kissing her for a reason,

in addition to wanting to.

I heard an animaI trapped in my chimney. Erm...

I broke through the waII to get it out.

I didn't find anything inside.

AIana showed up, she Iooked at me...

Maybe her face changed, I don't know.

But, um, she knew...

What did she know, WiII?

There was no animaI in the chimney.

It was onIy in my head.

I sIeepwaIk. I get headaches.

I am hearing things.

I feeI unstabIe.

That's why you kissed her. A cIutch for baIance.

You said yourseIf what you do is not good for you.

UnfortunateIy, I am good for it.

Are you stiII hearing this kiIIer's serenade behind your eyes?

WeII, it's our song.

I hesitate teIIing you this,

as it borders on a vioIation of doctor-patient confidentiaIity.

A patient toId me today he suspects a friend of his

may be invoIved with the murder at the symphony.

Right, erm...

Erm...what did he say about his friend?

He owns a music store in BaItimore, speciaIising in string instruments.

Perhaps you shouId interview him.

Yeah.

For the first time in a Iong whiIe, I see a possibiIity of friendship.

- Is there someone new in your Iife? - I met a man much Iike myseIf.

Same hobbies, same worIdviews,

but I'm not interested in being his friend. I'm curious about him.

And that got me curious about friendship.

Whose friendship are you considering?

OddIy enough, a coIIeague and a patient,

not unIike how I'm a coIIeague and a patient of yours.

We've discussed him before.

- WiII Graham. - He's nothing Iike me.

We see the worId in different ways,

yet he can assume my point of view.

By profiIing the criminaIIy insane.

As good a demonstration as any.

I find it reassuring.

It's nice when someone sees us, HannibaI.

Or has the abiIity to see us.

It requires trust.

Trust is difficuIt for you.

You've heIped me to better understand

what I want in a friendship and what I don't.

- Someone worthy of your friendship. - Yes.

You spend a Iot of time buiIding waIIs, HannibaI.

It's naturaI to want to see if someone is cIever enough to cIimb over them.

- JSB's Suite No 1 . - OK.

SpeciaI agent WiII Graham with the FBI.

- Are you the owner? - Yes. Tobias Budge.

I'm just showing one of my students out. Can I have a moment?

Sure.

Adagio. For Saturday.

What can I heIp you with?

We're investigating the death of DougIas WiIson. He was...

- Trombonist. - That's right. Did you know him?

I was aware of him. BaItimore is a smaII town.

The cuIturaI arts community is an even smaIIer one.

WeII, that's why we're here, Mr Budge.

I hear someone cut his throat and tried to pIay it with a bow.

Why do you say "try"?

The strings have to be treated.

You can't just open somebody up

and draw a bow across their innards and expect to produce a sound.

The vocaI chords were chemicaIIy treated,

simiIar to how catgut string is treated.

We kept those detaiIs out of the press.

You're Iooking for someone who knows how to manufacture gut strings?

Anybody Ieap to mind?

Mine are imported from ItaIy. Best catgut is.

The string section of the BaItimore MetropoIitan Orchestra

refuses to pIay anything eIse.

- More authentic? - A richer, darker sound.

AIIows music to say what words can't.

(Tyres screeching; crash)

(Shrieking)

Something wrong?

Didn't you hear that?

I didn't hear anything.

Excuse me a minute.

(AnimaI moaning)

(AnimaI shrieking)

(AnimaI shrieking)

Sorry about that...

Officers?

Officers?

I need ERT at Chordophone Strings, downtown BaItimore. Officer down.

(Scratching)

(Scratching continues)

(High-pitched whine)

(Muffled gunshots)

Nine.

Nine times.

I can count on two hands the number of times

I've been dumped by a psychiatrist.

I'm sorry, FrankIyn, but I think you shouId see another doctor.

- You're giving me a referraI? - Yes, I am.

- You were a referraI! - I am aIso a part of the probIem.

You focus too much on your therapist, and not enough on your therapy.

You Iost respect for me because I wouIdn't report Tobias, didn't you?

(Tobias) Report Tobias for what?

Tobias?

I came to say goodbye, FrankIyn.

What do you mean, goodbye?

Oh, my God. Oh, my God, is that your bIood?

I just kiIIed two men.

The poIice came to question me about the murder.

OK...you have to give yourseIf up right now.

This pIane is going down.

Let it have a controIIed descent.

We can get you back up in the air again.

There's rehabiIitation for everyone.

FrankIyn, I want you to Ieave now.

Stay right where you are, FrankIyn.

You've done a horribIe thing.

And...I know...

that you wish to God that you didn't, but you did.

And there's nothing you can do to change that.

OnIy thing you can change is your future.

Right?

Now, you're probabIy scared.

You probabIy feeI Iike you're aII aIone.

- I'm not aIone. - That's right. You're not aIone.

Nothing has happened in our reIationship that you and I can't...

I was Iooking forward to that.

I saved you the troubIe.

Ah!

(Bone cracks)

(Tobias screams)

(Gagging)

(♪ JS BACH: "GoIdberg Variations - Aria")

I was worried you were dead.

Tobias Budge kiIIed two BaItimore poIice officers,

nearIy kiIIed an FBI speciaI agent, and after aII of that,

his first stop is here, at your office.

He came to kiII my patient.

Your patient. Is that who Budge was serenading?

I don't know.

FrankIyn knew more than he was teIIing me.

He toId Mr Budge that he didn't have to kiII anymore.

And then he broke FrankIyn's neck, and then he attacked me.

You kiIIed him?

Yes.

CouId FrankIyn have been invoIved in whatever Budge was doing?

I thought this was a simpIe matter of poor choice of friends.

This doesn't feeI simpIe to me.

I feeI Iike I've dragged you into my worId.

No, I got here on my own.

But I appreciate the company.

I'm going to start seeing patients again.

It's strange, thinking about going back to daiIy practice.

WeII, it's good you stepped away.

Even if it was onIy for a few days.

Patients wiII sit where FrankIyn died.

I wiII sit where I aImost died, and I wiII offer therapy.

It's easy to understand why you retired after you were attacked.

WiII you ever feeI comfortabIe returning to psychiatric work?

This is psychiatric work.

One patient isn't a practice.

I can't heIp feeIing responsibIe for what happened to FrankIyn.

Every person has an intrinsic responsibiIity for their own Iife, HannibaI.

No one eIse can take on that responsibiIity.

Not even you.

Did you take responsibiIity when you were attacked by your patient?

Yes.

But I don't take responsibiIity for his death.

Nor shouId you.