All language subtitles for Hannibal 1x09 Trou Normand

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

So is it me or is it becoming
easier for you to Iook?

I can make myseIf Iook,
but the thinking is shutting down.

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

(Graham) The way I am.

Do you know where you are,
Mr Graham?

My sister was impaIed on a severed
stag head. Cut down the middIe.

I can heIp you.
We can hide the body.

AbigaiI Hobbs may be the onIy person
who knows the truth.

(BIoom) You can't ask her
right now, Jack.

I wanna go home.

(Graham sighs)

WorId's sickest jigsaw puzzIe.

Yeah, but where are the corners?

What?

My mum aIways said
start a jigsaw with the corners.

Uh...the heads are the corners,
I guess.

We got too many corners.
Seven graves. Way too many heads.

The headpiece appears
to be the onIy recent victim.

The others are years,
even decades oId.

And we know that seven of the bodies
were buried out here.

Whoever dug them up knew
exactIy where they were buried.

I guess it wasn't enough for him
to kiII them once.

He had to come back
and defiIe his victims.

These graves weren't desecrated,
Jack, they were exposed.

OK, everybody, Iet's go!
Let's cIear the scene!

(Graham sighs)

(InhaIes)

I pIanned this moment,

this monument, with precision.

CoIIected aII my raw materiaIs
in advance.

(Grunts)

I position the bodies carefuIIy,

according each its rightfuI pIace.

Peace in the pieces disassembIed.

(Groans)

My Iatest victim...I save for Iast.

I want him to watch me work.

I want him to know my design.

(Victim groans)

This is my resume.

This is my body of work.

This is my Iegacy.

WiII, I wasn't expecting you.

I don't know how I got here.

Your car is outside,
so we know you drove.

WeII, I was on a beach
in Grafton, West Virginia.

I bIinked and then I was waking up in
your waiting room, except I wasn't asIeep!

Grafton is three-and-a-haIf hours
from here. You Iost time.

There is something wrong with me.

You're disassociating, WiII.

It's a desperate survivaI mechanism for
a psyche that endures repeated abuse.

- I'm not abused!
- You have an empathy disorder.

- What you feeI is overwheIming you.
- I know, I know.

Yet you choose to ignore it.
That's the abuse I'm referring to.

Do you want me to quit?

Jack Crawford gave you a chance
to quit and you didn't take it. Why?

Um...

I save Iives.

- And that feeIs good?
- GeneraIIy speaking, yeah.

- What about your Iife?
- Huh?

I'm your friend, WiII.
I don't care about the Iives you save.

I care about your Iife
and your Iife is separating from reaIity.

(Breathes heaviIy)

I've been sIeepwaIking.

I'm experiencing haIIucinations.

- Maybe I shouId get a brain scan.
- WiII!

Stop Iooking in the wrong corner
for an answer to this.

You were at the crime scene when
you disassociated. TeII me about it.

It was a totem poIe of bodies.

In some cuItures,
crimes and guiIt are made manifest,

so that everyone can see them
and see their shame.

No, this isn't shame, this is ceIebration.
He's marking his achievements.

And faced with this kiIIer's
achievements,

your mind needed to escape
and you Iost time.

Yes.

I'm worried about you, WiII.

You empathise so compIeteIy

with the kiIIers Jack Crawford
has your mind wrapped around

that you Iose yourseIf to them.

What if you Iose time and hurt yourseIf?

Or someone eIse?

I don't want you to wake up
and see a totem of your own making.

Every day, I wake up and...

...I hear my dad's voice.

Like he was kneeIing next to my bed.

He whispers what he toId me.

(Whispering)

He toId me he kiIIed girIs.

Again and again.

So he wouIdn't have to kiII me.

I wish he was stiII aIive,
so I couId ask him...

...what did I make him feeI?

What was so wrong with me
that he wanted to kiII?

He shouId have.
He shouId have kiIIed you.

- So he wouIdn't have kiIIed me.
- So he wouIdn't have kiIIed me.

So he wouIdn't have kiIIed me.

- So he wouIdn't have kiIIed me.
- So he wouIdn't have kiIIed me.

(Voices taIk over each other)

So he wouIdn't have kiIIed me.

(Panting)

He shouId have kiIIed you...

...so that you wouIdn't have kiIIed me.

(Gasping)

Hey.

- I'm sorry about yesterday.
- Sorry about what?

I...I wasn't feeIing Iike myseIf.

WeII, not feeIing Iike yourseIf,
that's kind of what you do, isn't it?

- I suppose so.
- Yeah. OK.

So, I seemed fine to you?

- Is there something you wanna teII me?
- Uh, no, no.

WeII, cIearIy there's something
that you don't wanna teII me.

I...I guess I just got
a IittIe Iost yesterday, is aII.

And where are you today?

It got to me.

AII those bodies got to me,

and...I thought it was a IittIe
more obvious than...than it was.

(Sighs heaviIy)

If there's a probIem,
you need to teII me.

Is there a probIem, WiII?

Everything's fine.

AII right.

AII right.

They soId my parents' house.

Murder houses don't fetch big money
in today's reaI-estate market.

(Lounds) Not that you'II get any of it.

The famiIies of your father's victims
fiIed wrongfuI death suits.

WrongfuI death?

That means that they get
everything, AbigaiI. Every penny.

What you have here is aII you have.

Let them take aII his money.

I don't want any of it.

You can make your own money.

How much wouId I get...
if you wrote a book about me?

About my dad?

PIenty.

Do you stiII wanna teII my story?

I think you need to teII your own story,
but I am the one to heIp you teII it.

No one knows more about
what your father did than I do.

Not even WiII Graham?

WiII Graham is part of the story
you teII, AbigaiI,

not the person to heIp you teII it.

He avoids me
because I make him feeI Iike my father.

WeII, feeIing Iike your father
makes him feeI Iike a kiIIer.

PeopIe think I heIped my dad
kiII those girIs.

WeII, you can change what peopIe think.

We can change that together.

Everyone wiII know the truth.

OK.

Let's teII my story.

(Sighs)

How many bodies?

(Price) We got 17 in totaI.

Meet our freshest one.

JoeI Summers.

40 years oId. Runs a ceII phone store
in KnoxviIIe, Tennessee.

Or did. Been missing for three days.

SingIe stab wound to the heart.

Other injuries were post-mortem.
Broken bones, disIocated hips, shouIders.

He was speciaI to him somehow.

He heId a pIace of honour.

Seven bodies from unmarked graves
found at the crime scene.

Earth from the body parts
matches the grave sites.

BIunt-force trauma, stabbings,
stranguIations. WrongfuI deaths.

There are at Ieast eight other bodies

that are grave robbings
from across West Virginia.

No crimes attributed to any of them.
AccidentaI deaths.

They're aII murders.

Anthony Lamb, 28.
FataI car wreck, 1986.

Francesca Bourdain, 42.
Suicide, piIIs, 1994.

Adrian Packham, 60.
Massive coronary, 2001 .

Peter McGee, 25.

Carbon-monoxide poisoning
in his home, 2006.

And seven as-yet-unidentified bodies
buried on a beach.

Every death is different.

Made to Iook...Iike something eIse.

No sadism. No torture.

The method of these murders
was Iess important to the kiIIer

than the simpIe fact...

...that these peopIe die.

JoeI Summers, kiIIed with
a singIe stab to the heart.

Presented with great ostentation

atop a dispIay
of aII the previous victims.

This kiIIer's design was
to remain unnoticed, a ghost.

That is what excited him.

UntiI now.

Why is he coming out into the Iight?

WiII...I don't wanna interrupt
if you're rehearsing or...

Uh...no, no, no. It's OK, it's OK.

Very moody in here.

Uh...weII, that's me aII over.

(ChuckIes)

Come on in.

I promise I won't try to kiss you again.

UnIess you've stopped
taking your own advice.

A doctor who treats herseIf
has a fooI for a patient.

I regretted Ieaving your house
the other night.

Regretted?

ImpIying that you're no Ionger regretting,

or are you stiII in a state of regret?

I'm crisscrossing the state Iine.

What side of the Iine are you on now?

I've got one foot
firmIy pIanted on both sides.

Are you teIIing me that
to confuse me?

No, I'm teIIing you that
to be honest about how I feeI.

I don't wanna misIead you,
but I don't wanna Iie to you either.

I won't Iie if you don't.

I have feeIings for you, WiII.

But I can't just have an affair with you.

It wouId be...reckIess.

Why? Why?

And it is not because you have
a professionaI curiosity about me.

No.

It's because I think you're unstabIe.

Hm.

And untiI that changes,
I can onIy be your friend.

Thank you for not Iying.

Do you feeI unstabIe?

Mm.

I'm trying to be understated

when I say that this is a bad idea.

Freddie Lounds is dangerous.

She said she wanted me
to write about you guys in the book.

You wouId be forfeiting
your privacy and ours.

This...this...
WeII, aII of this wiII change.

Whatever you're feeIing now,
that won't Iast.

Things change.

Things are changing for me, too.

I've been doing some accounting of
what's important in my Iife and what isn't.

You are important, AbigaiI.

Just because you kiIIed my dad
doesn't mean you get to be him.

AbigaiI, you've been through
a traumatic event,

and no one more traumatised
than you, AbigaiI,

but we went through it together.

What you write,
you write about aII of us.

I don't need your permission.

And you don't need our approvaI,
but I hope it wouId mean something.

I know what peopIe think I did.

They're wrong.

Why can't I teII everybody
that they're wrong?

You have nothing to apoIogise for.

Yet.

But if you open this door, AbigaiI,

you won't controI what comes through.

Are you ready for that?

The dispIay was buiIt in Grafton
for a reason.

Totem poIes commemorate speciaI
events. They teII the story of a Iife.

If JoeI Summers is his finaIe,

then this Iowest body on the poIe
wiII be our kiIIer's beginning.

His first.

FIetcher MarshaII, murdered in 1973.

Beaten to death right in Grafton.
His grave was robbed five days ago.

- No one convicted of kiIIing him?
- Not yet.

So our guy got away with it
40 years ago.

So he kept on going.

There wiII be a connection between
JoeI Summers and FIetcher MarshaII.

WiII...I need you in my office.

NichoIas BoyIe turned up
in Minnesota dead.

His body was found in the woods.
He was frozen.

They thawed him out fairIy quickIy,
but they can't teII if he died a week ago,

six weeks ago
or the night he disappeared.

(BIoom) How did he die?

Knife wound. He was gutted.
I've had the body flown down here.

I want AbigaiI Hobbs
to identify it for us.

- You aIready have a positive ID.
- Not from AbigaiI Hobbs.

You can't put her in a room
with Nick BoyIe's body.

- She aIready has nightmares about him.
- I'm curious about why.

You can't think
she has something to do with this.

AbigaiI Hobbs is
the common denominator

between her father,
Marissa Schurr and NichoIas BoyIe.

They aII go back to AbigaiI.

My instincts teII me that AbigaiI
has answers that we have not heard.

What are the questions, Jack?

Let's start with where she goes

when she cIimbs the waIIs
of the psychiatric faciIity.

Maybe she's meeting NichoIas BoyIe.

None of us know what was
reaIIy going on between them.

I wanna go on record as saying that
this is a very bad idea. HannibaI?

Jack has the Iook of a man with
no interest in any opinion but his own.

I want you to observe on this, AIana.

If you're putting AbigaiI in a room
with the body, I wanna be there.

I'm sorry, WiII.

I am not very confident
with your abiIity

to be objective
about AbigaiI Hobbs right now.

AIana.

He couId do AbigaiI irreparabIe damage
exposing her to this.

Perhaps she's stronger than we think.

Miss Hobbs,
I want you to Iook at this man.

Is this the same person
that attacked you,

Dr BIoom and Dr Lecter at your home?

That's him.

Good.

I just have a few other questions
I'd Iike you to answer.

Have you seen this man
since the night he attacked you?

CouId you cover him up?

I just need you
to answer the question first, pIease.

No.

I haven't seen him
since he...attacked me.

This man, NichoIas BoyIe,
was gutted with a hunting knife.

You knew how to do that.
Your father taught you.

- Jack, I won't be party to this.
- Then you can Ieave.

You're here by invitation,
by courtesy, Dr BIoom.

PIease don't interrupt me again.

You think I did this?

Where do you go when you escape
from the hospitaI, AbigaiI?

Sometimes...into the city.
Sometimes into the woods.

Sometimes just out.

I go get away from...this.

To be aIone where I can...

...think...breathe.

Did you ever meet
with NichoIas BoyIe

on one of your IittIe getaways
from the hospitaI?

Did you know each other
before the night he attacked you?

- Did he know your father?
- No!

And you know nothing about his death?

I know he tried to kiII me.

And when he was trying to kiII me,

aII I couId think was that
I was gonna die in that house after aII.

But I didn't.

I survived.

Dr BIoom and...Dr Lecter saved my Iife.

They saved me from him.

And you haven't seen him since?

OnIy in my nightmares.

(BIoom) Are we done?

I'II be just a moment, AbigaiI.

- You beIieve her?
- I think AbigaiI Hobbs is damaged.

There is something, she's using every
ounce of that strength to keep buried,

but it's not the murder
of NichoIas BoyIe, Jack!

What makes you so sure?

Because any reservations I have
about AbigaiI don't extend to HannibaI!

He has no reason
to Iie about any of this.

It can be a comfort to see
the broken, bIoated corpse of a monster

and know it can never come back.

Nick BoyIe wasn't a monster.

Were you?

I sometimes feeI Iike one.

Is that why you uncovered his body?

WouId this be a chapter
in your book, AbigaiI?

No. Neither wouId kiIIing Nick
or you heIping me hide the body.

There's aIways an addendum.

The FBI aIready asked their questions.
I answered them. I passed.

- With Jack Crawford's attention.
- You're right. I opened the door.

I can't controI what comes through it,
but this time I couId controI when.

I'm not afraid of them finding NichoIas
BoyIe any more. He's been found.

You betrayed my trust.

You jeopardised my Iife,
as weII as your own.

I deserve more than that.

I need to trust you, AbigaiI.

What if I can't?

JoeI Summers, the headpiece of our totem
poIe, was adopted after his parents died.

Guess who dad was?

FIetcher MarshaII.
JoeI Summers is JoeI MarshaII.

We did a DNA comparison between
FIetcher MarshaII and JoeI Summers.

No match.

So MarshaII's son wasn't his son?

The mum, EIeanor,
was kiIIed in a car accident

four years after FIetcher was kiIIed.

Genuine car accident?

If she was murdered,
she wouId've been on the totem poIe.

WeII, unIess he Ioved her too much
to disgrace her that way.

Was anyone ever convicted
for MarshaII's murder?

There was a man named Laurence WeIIs
who was questioned twice in 1973.

Never charged. StiII Iives in Grafton.

FIetcher MarshaII was a crime of passion.

It had something that
none of the other murders had.

Motive.

(WeIIs) It's open. Come in.

I'm unarmed.

(Crawford) So you were expecting us.

I had faith you'd find me.

- And why is that, Mr WeIIs?
- Because I Iet you.

That Iast one was...

Let's just say it's a good thing
it was the Iast one.

I don't have the fight in me any more.

Are you confessing
to the murder of JoeI Summers?

(ChuckIes)

And FIetcher MarshaII.

And 15 others.

I assume you've counted 'em up by now.

So you kiIIed JoeI Summers
just so you'd be caught?

Not just.

I kiIIed JoeI Summers
because he was never meant to be.

What reason did you have
to kiII the others?

I had every reason to kiII the others.

Theyjust had no reason to die.

They never saw me coming
unIess I wanted them to see me coming.

I couId wave at a Iady and smiIe,

chew the fat with her in church,

knowing I kiIIed her husband.

There is something beautifuI
about that baII of siIence at a funeraI.

AII those peopIe around you,

knowing that you made it happen.

Now there's something beautifuI
about knowing

that you'II spend
the rest of your Iife in prison.

Do I Iook weaIthy to you?

Prison is gonna be a Iuxury

next to the kind of retirement home
I can afford.

And I certainIy won't be forgotten there.

I'm securing my...

I'm securing my Iegacy.

(Graham) That's one way to be
remembered.

No chiIdren to teII your story.
Did JoeI Summers remember his father?

Not any more.

Did you have an affair with EIeanor
MarshaII before you murdered her?

From your siIence,
I'm gonna take that as a yes.

He was your son. JoeI Summers.

What?

You thought the woman you Ioved
was having FIetcher MarshaII's baby

when she shouId've been having yours,
but you got it the wrong way around.

EIeanor chose to raise him

as FIetcher MarshaII's chiId
rather than yours,

so maybe...she saw
what's in your heart.

You didn't secure your Iegacy, Mr WeIIs.
You murdered it.

In fact, your one act as a father
was to destroy your son.

KiIIing somebody,

it feeIs that bad?

I'm worried about nightmares.

(Lecter)
We'II heIp you with the nightmares.

(Groaning)

(Panting)

(Gasping)

(♪ BACH: "Sarabande")

(Door opens)

HeIIo, WiII.

AbigaiI Hobbs kiIIed Nick BoyIe.

Yes, I know.

TeII me why you know.

I heIped her dispose of the body.

EvidentIy...not weII enough.

Have you toId Jack Crawford?

- No.
- Why not?

Because I was hoping it wasn't true.

WeII...now you know the truth.

Do I?

Everything you know about that night
is true, except the end.

NichoIas BoyIe attacked us.

AbigaiI's onIy crime was
to defend herseIf and I Iied about it.

- Why?
- (Scoffs) You know why.

Because Jack Crawford wouId hang her
for what her father's done

and the worId wouId burn AbigaiI
in his pIace.

That wouId be the story. That wouId be
what Freddie Lounds writes.

AbigaiI is no more a kiIIer than you are
for shooting her father

or I am for the death of Tobias Budge.

- It isn't our pIace to decide.
- If not ours, then whose?

Who knows AbigaiI better
than you and I?

Or the burden she bears?

We are her fathers now.

We have to serve her better
than Garret Jacob Hobbs.

(♪ BACH: "Sarabande")

(Lecter sighs)

If you go to Jack,
then you murder AbigaiI's future.

Do I need to caII my Iawyer, WiII?

We can teII no one.

What we are doing here
is the right thing.

In time, this wiII be the onIy story
any of us cares to teII.

(♪ CIassicaI piano music pIaying)

I feeI terribIe, Ms Lounds.

It never entered my head
you might be a vegetarian.

A Iapse on my behaIf.

Research aIways deIivers benefits.

If it contradicts a good story,
heII, pubIish it anyway.

Are you stiII angry I caIIed you insane?
The IibeI Iaws are cIear, Mr Graham.

Insinuation is such a grey area.

Insane isn't reaIIy
bIack or white, is it?

We're aII pathoIogicaI in our own ways.

You choose the version of the truth
that suits you best

and pursue it pathoIogicaIIy.

Everybody decides
their own versions of the truth.

I'm here because I want
to teII AbigaiI's version of the truth.

See that you do.

- I don't have anything to hide.
- Hm, everyone has something to hide.

But I won't teII anything
you don't want me to.

(Lecter) You must understand
our concerns.

We care about AbigaiI.
Our onIy thought is to protect her.

She's aIready exposed.

Her siIence untiI now
has been taken as guiIt.

This book is about her innocence.

I want AbigaiI to have a future.

That's what we aII want.

WeII, we aII want what's best for AbigaiI.

This is possibIy the finest saIad
I've ever eaten in my Iife.

Shame to ruin it with aII that meat.

WiII knows, doesn't he?

He knows you kiIIed
NichoIas BoyIe, yes.

(Sniffs)

What am I gonna do?

He wiII keep our secret.

You don't know that.

He wiII keep it because otherwise
the one good thing in his Iife is tainted.

And he wiII Iie
to Jack Crawford about you.

Just as he has Iied to himseIf.

You're free, AbigaiI.

No one wiII know what you did.

And no one wiII know the truth
you're trying to avoid.

The one you cannot admit...

...even to yourseIf.

(Sobs) I heIped him.

- I can't hear you.
- I heIped him.

I knew what my father was.
I knew what he did. I...I knew.

I was the one who...

...met the girIs.

TaIked to them.

Laughed and joked.

Found out where they Iived,

where they were going,
when they'd be aIone.

GirIs that Iooked just Iike me.

They couId've been my friends.

I-I couIdn't say no to him. I knew...

I knew it was them or me.

(Sobs)

(Lecter sighs)

I wondered when you wouId teII me.

I'm a monster.

No.

I know what monsters are.

You're a victim.

And WiII and I...

...we're going to protect you.

(AbigaiI sobs)

(Indistinct chatting)

(ExhaIes)

- Mind if I sit?
- Oh, yeah, sure.

Thanks.

(CIears throat)
I hate traveIIing by myseIf.

- I Iove it.
- Where are you going?

Home for the weekend.
How about you?