All language subtitles for Hannibal 1x10 Buffet Froid

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

AbigaiI Hobbs kiIIed Nick BoyIe.
We can teII no one.

(Lecter) I'm worried about you, WiII.

You empathise compIeteIy
with the kiIIers

Jack Crawford has your mind
wrapped around

that you Iose yourseIf to them.

- Maybe I shouId get a brain scan.
- Do you feeI unstabIe?

Is there a probIem, WiII?

- You Iost time.
- There's something wrong with me.

(Lecter) I don't care about the Iives
you save. I care about your Iife.

Your Iife is separating from reaIity.

(Car aIarm bIeeps)

(Banging)

(WhistIes)

(Bird chirps)

(Creaking)

(Water dripping)

(She sighs)

(Shivering)

(Sighs)

(FIoorboards creak)

(Gasps and screams)

I can feeI my nerves
cIicking Iike roIIer-coaster cogs,

puIIing up to the inevitabIe Iong pIunge.

Quick sounds. QuickIy ended.

AbigaiI Hobbs ended NichoIas BoyIe.

Like a burst baIIoon.

She took a Iife.

- You've taken a Iife.
- Yeah... Yeah, so have you.

You're grieving, WiII.

Not for the Iife you have taken,
but for the Iife that was taken from you.

If AbigaiI couId have started over,
Ieft the horror of her father behind,

so couId have you.

You couId untangIe yourseIf
from the madness and the murder.

We Iied for her.

We both know the unreaIity
of taking a Iife.

Of peopIe who die
when we have no other choice.

We know in those moments
they are not flesh.

But Iight and air and coIour.

Isn't that what it is to be aIive?

Do you feeI aIive, WiII?

I feeI Iike I'm fading.

Have you experienced any further
Ioss of time or haIIucinations?

Yeah.

I'd Iike you to draw a cIock face.

Numbered.

SmaII hand indicating the hour,
Iarge hand the minute.

- Why?
- An exercise.

I want you to focus
on the present moment. The now.

Often as you can,
think of where you are. And when.

Think of who you are.

7:16pm.

I'm in BaItimore, MaryIand.

And my name is WiII Graham.

A simpIe reminder.

The handIe to reaIity
for you to hoId on to.

And know you're aIive.

(Birds squawking)

(Gasps)

(Panting)

(Pants)

WiII?

- What happened in there?
- I got confused.

I've seen you confused and upset,
but I've never seen you afraid Iike this.

WeII, I'm an oId hand at fear.
I can manage this one.

I just got disoriented.
I can go back in.

I saw the Iook on your face
when you came out of that room.

Now what did you experience in there
that's got you mute aII of a sudden?

I can see and hear better afraid.

I-I just can't speak as conciseIy.

WiII, you contaminated the crime scene.
You've never done that before.

I thought I was responsibIe for it.

You thought that you kiIIed
that woman in there?

Sometimes with what I do...

What you do is you take aII of
the evidence avaiIabIe at a crime scene.

You extrapoIate.

You reconstruct
the thinking of a kiIIer.

You don't think of yourseIf
as the kiIIer.

I got Iost in the reconstruction.

Just for a second. Just a bIink.

You don't Iike
to be the cause for concern,

but I am officiaIIy concerned about you.

- OfficiaIIy?
- Yes, that's right.

Hmm.

I thought the reason you had me seeing
Dr Lecter and not an FBI psychiatrist

is so my mentaI weIIbeing
stays...unofficiaI.

I just wanna be carefuI with you.

We don't wanna break you here.
Is that what's happening?

Have I broken you?

Do you have anyone that does this
better unbroken than I do broken?

Fear makes you rude, WiII.

(Camera shutter cIicks)

(ZeIIer) Her name was Beth LeBeau.
She drowned on her own bIood.

And what she didn't drown on
is aII over the floor and under the bed.

She was trying to hide from him.

He dragged her there.
He was waiting under the bed for her.

Fought to cIaw her way out.

He knew her. Someone who cared
about her or thought he did.

(Katz) He cared too much.

So we're Iooking for boyfriends,
ex-boyfriends, co-workers,

the guy who bags her groceries.

I've got a cIean set of prints on
the knife handIe. I assume they're yours.

- Sorry.
- Mm.

There's other dermaI tissue,
presumabIy from the kiIIer's.

The skin is so diseased or damaged,
it didn't Ieave any usefuI prints.

The victim scratched her kiIIer
to piIe tissue under the fingernaiIs,

but never drew bIood.

Why didn't he bIeed?

After he cut up the victim's face, Iooks
Iike he was trying to puII her skin back.

Like he was removing a mask?

I stiII have the coppery smeII of bIood
on my hands.

I can't remember seeing the crime scene
before I saw myseIf kiIIing her.

Those memories sank out of sight,
yet you're aware of their absence.

There's a grandiosity
to the vioIence that I imagined

that feeIs more reaI
than what I know is true.

What do you know to be true?

I know I didn't kiII her.

I couIdn't have,
but I remember cutting into her.

I remember watching her die.

You must overcome these deIusions
that are disguising your reaIity.

What kind of savage deIusions
does this kiIIer have?

It wasn't savage. It was IoneIy.

It was desperate. Sad.

I caught a gIimpse of myseIf
in the mirror

and I Iooked right through me.

Past me,
as if I was...was just a stranger.

You have to honestIy confront
your Iimitations with what you do.

(Sighs heaviIy)

And how it affects you.

If by Iimitations you mean the difference
between sanity and insanity,

I don't accept that.

What do you accept?

I know what kind of crazy I am
and this isn't that kind of crazy.

This couId be...seizures.

This couId be a tumour.

A...a bIood cIot.

I can recommend a neuroIogist.

But if it isn't physioIogicaI,

then you have to accept what
you're struggIing with is mentaI iIIness.

You're in very good hands.

Dr Lecter here is
one of the sanest men I know.

I wouId agree.

Dr SutcIiffe and I were residents
together at Hopkins.

Another Iife ago. Back when you weren't
afraid to get your hands a IittIe dirty.

I was aIways drawn
to how the mind works.

I found it much more dynamic
than how the brain works.

The projected image is more
interesting than the projector,

untiI, of course,
the projector breaks down.

So, WiII...these headaches.

- When did they begin in earnest?
- Two to three months ago.

About the time WiII went back
into the fieId, which is when I met him.

- And the haIIucinations?
- I can't reaIIy say when they started.

Um...I just sIowIy became aware
that I might not be dreaming.

(Lecter) It's encephaIitis.

- That's your pre-diagnosis?
- Yes.

- Based on?
- I couId smeII it.

So your sense of smeII has gone
from caIIing out a nurse's perfume

to diagnosing auto-immune disease.

He started sIeepwaIking
and I noticed a very specific scent.

And what exactIy does
encephaIitis smeII Iike?

It has heat. A fevered sweetness.

If you suspected,
why didn't you say something?

Had to be sure.

Symptoms began sIowIy
and graduaIIy worsened.

And yesterday,
I asked him to draw a cIock.

This is what he drew.

(SutcIiffe) Oh. SpatiaI negIect.

Headaches, disorientation,
haIIucinations, aItered consciousness.

It's aII the teIItaIe signs.

It is so rare to be abIe
to study the psychoIogicaI effect

of this type of maIady
on a person's mind.

It's more rare stiII to be abIe
to study the neuroIogicaI effects.

A doctor has to weigh
the uItimate benefit of scientific study.

Even in these times,
we know so IittIe about the brain.

There are great discoveries to be made.

(Scanner whirrs)

(Woman screams)

The right side of his brain
is compIeteIy inflamed.

It's anti-NMDA receptor encephaIitis.

The symptoms are onIy
going to get worse.

I know. It's unfortunate for WiII.

What do you smeII on me?

Opportunity.

We didn't find anything abnormaI.

No vascuIar maIformations,
no tumours, no sweIIing or bIeeding,

no evidence of stroke.

Nothing.

There's nothing wrong with you
neuroIogicaIIy.

So what I'm experiencing
is psychoIogicaI?

WeII, brain scans can't diagnose...
mentaI disorders.

They can onIy ruIe out medicaI iIInesses,

Iike a tumour,
which can have simiIar symptoms.

Look, we'II run some more tests.

We'II take some more bIood sampIes,

but I imagine they'II prove
to be just as inconcIusive.

You knew from the moment
you waIked into his cIassroom

that you were putting WiII
in a potentiaIIy destructive environment.

I had eight coIIege girIs
dead in Minnesota.

- WiII caught their kiIIer for me.
- He aIso caught that kiIIer's disease.

He can't stop thinking
about what it is to take a Iife.

I'd rather he go a IittIe mad
than other innocents Iose their Iives,

and I think he wouId feeI the same way.

WiII is an innocent.

(Sighs)

Yes, he is.

I mean, WiII is genuine.

He'II survive anything
I couId put him through.

He wiII aIways fight his way
back to himseIf.

Not aIways. So far.

He saw a neuroIogist today.

They found nothing wrong with him.
He was very upset by that.

You're saying
he wanted something to be wrong?

I think he wanted an answer
that wasn't mentaI iIIness.

You think he's mentaIIy iII.

The probIem WiII has
is too many mirror neurons.

Our heads are fiIIed with them
when we are chiIdren.

It's supposed to heIp us sociaIise
and then meIt away.

But WiII heId on to his, which makes
knowing who he is a chaIIenge.

When you take him
to a crime scene, Jack,

the very air has screams smeared on it.

In those pIaces, he doesn't just reflect.

He absorbs.

It's 10:36.

I'm in Greenwood, DeIaware.

My name is WiII Graham.

(Gasps)

It's 1 :17am.

W-w-we're in Greenwood, DeIaware.

And my name is WiII Graham.

And you're aIive.

If you can hear me...you're aIive!

Why did you caII me?

Why not Jack? Why not the poIice?

I caIIed you

because...I'm not entireIy sure
what I saw was reaI.

Then Iet's prove it.

I grabbed her arm.

And an entire Iayer of dead skin
separated from the underIying tissue,

Iike she was wearing a gIove.

- That's why she doesn't bIeed.
- There's no circuIation.

- Nothing aIive in the tissue to bind it.
- What did you do with it?

(Panting)

- I don't know.
- You can't remember?

CouId be a staphyIococcaI infection.
That or Ieprosy.

Her eyes were discoIoured.
She was maInourished. Jaundiced.

Her Iiver was shutting down.
She was...

...deranged.

So she mutiIated a woman's face
because she thought it was a mask.

She can't see faces.

If she did kiII Beth LeBeau,
she might not even know she did it.

- Then why did she come back?
- To convince herseIf she didn't.

Is that why you came back?

If I wasn't cIear on that issue,
I know I didn't kiII Beth LeBeau.

I just wanna know who did.

Me, too.

Yeah.

You're the subject of a Iot
of specuIation at the Bureau.

Oh, yeah?
What are they specuIating?

That Jack pushed you
right up to the edge

and now you're pushing yourseIf over.

This kiIIer...can't accept her reaIity.

I can occasionaIIy identify with that.

That said, I feeI...reIativeIy sane.

It's 7:05pm.

I'm in BaItimore, MaryIand.

My name is WiII Graham.

Thank you for humouring me.

I feeI Iike I'm seeing a ghost.

- Regarding this kiIIer or yourseIf?
- Both.

WeII, she's reaI. You know she's reaI.
There's evidence.

When you found her,
your sanity did not Ieave you.

- Time did.
- You Iost time again?

I spoke to Dr SutcIiffe. We briefly
discussed the particuIars of your visit.

WouId you Iike to discuss them
with me?

There are no particuIars.
He didn't find anything wrong.

Then we keep Iooking for answers.

Perhaps you wouId permit me
to run some tests of my own.

You wouIdn't pubIish anything about me,
wouId you, Dr Lecter?

If there were ever anything that
might be of therapeutic vaIue to others,

I'd abstract it in a form
that wouId be totaIIy unrecognisabIe.

Just do me a favour
and pubIish it posthumousIy.

- After your death or mine?
- Whichever comes first.

Have you considered
Cotard's syndrome?

It's a rare deIusionaI disorder in which
a person beIieves he or she is dead.

Are you taIking about the kiIIer or me?

- The kiIIer, of course.
- WeII, of course.

Um...she couIdn't see the victim's face.

Or she was trying to uncover it.

The inabiIity to identify others
is associated with Cotard's.

It's a misfiring in the areas of the brain
which recognise faces

and aIso in the amygdaIa, which
adds emotion to those recognitions.

Even those cIosest to her
wouId seem Iike imposters.

So she reached out to someone
she Ioved, someone she trusted.

She feIt betrayed, became vioIent.

She can't trust anything or anyone
she once knew to be trustworthy.

Her mentaI iIIness won't Iet her.

(Breathes heaviIy)

(Panting)

(Gasping)

(Crawford) We matched tissue
sampIes from the crime scene

to your daughter's medicaI records.

I was aImost reIieved
when I got that phone caII.

I thought that you had found her
and she was...

- WouId be at peace.
- You thought she might be dead.

(ChuckIes) WeII, that makes me sound
Iike a horribIe mother.

I tried to be a good mum.

I tried to do everything that I couId.

I just don't want her to be in pain.

No one's doubting your dedication
to your daughter, Mrs Madchen.

How weII did she know Beth LeBeau?

They were best friends,
they went to schooI together,

untiI it was unsafe
for Georgia to go to schooI.

When did you first recognise
that your daughter

was struggIing with mentaI iIIness?

When she was nine

and she toId me that
she was thinking about kiIIing me

and said that
she was aIready dead.

What sort of symptoms did she have?

She had seizures, haIIucinations,

psychotic depression.

I was gratefuI
when she was catatonic.

- (Crawford) Was she ever vioIent?
- Sometimes.

What did her doctor say?

Not much.

She spent months at a time
in the hospitaI.

BIood tests and brain scans,
and aII of them inconcIusive.

They couId never teII me
what was wrong.

And you stiII don't know?

They wouId just say
it was this or it was that.

They wouId just...

They were just aIways guessing.

And I did my own research.

I wrote down every word
that the doctors said,

the different terminoIogy.

Learned a Iot.
But mostIy what I Iearned is...

...how IittIe is actuaIIy known
about mentaI iIIness.

AII they know,
it's rareIy about finding soIutions.

It's just more
about managing expectations.

Managing your expectations?

Changing my expectations.

You know, when Miriam Lass died,

I had to come back here
to this office to pack up.

But that got to be too overwheIming.

I thought I shouId just Ieave,

seeing as how I had gotten
a trainee kiIIed.

That Iack of Ieadership on my part,
that was my responsibiIity.

You didn't kiII Miriam Lass.
The Chesapeake Ripper did.

It didn't feeI that way to me.

I puIIed her out of a cIassroom,
Iike I puIIed you out of a cIassroom.

Oh... No, she was a student.
I'm a teacher.

I'm stiII just as responsibIe for you
as I was for her.

I'II take my own responsibiIity.

WeII, not from me you won't.
We can do it together.

I broke the ruIes with Miriam.

I encouraged her to break the ruIes.
I am breaking the ruIes with you now.

By Ietting an unstabIe agent
do fieId work?

SpeciaI agent. You represent the FBI.
You stiII represent me.

- Have I misrepresented you, Jack?
- No, no. But you have me curious.

Why are you stiII here
when the both of us know

that this is bad for you?

- Do you want me to quit?
- No.

No, you had an opportunity to quit.

You didn't take it. Why not?

Let me teII you what I think.

I think that the work you do here
has created a sense of stabiIity for you.

StabiIity is good for you, WiII.

StabiIity requires strong foundations.
My moorings are buiIt on sand.

I'm not sand. I am bedrock.

When you doubt yourseIf,
you don't have to doubt me, too.

(Lecter) The jamón Ibérico.

StiII Iove your IittIe rare treats,
don't you, HannibaI?

More expensive and difficuIt
they are to obtain, the better.

(Lecter) It's a distinction that adds
an expectation of quaIity.

Not aIways.

WeII, for Ibérico, onIy a few thousand
are seIected each year.

But is the pig,

once fattened and sIaughtered
and air-cured,

reaIIy superior to any other pig?

Or is it simpIy a matter
of reputation preceding product?

It's irreIevant.

If the meat-eater thinks it's superior,
then beIief determines vaIue.

A case of psychoIogy
overriding neuroIogy.

So we know how Ibérico gets his pigs.

How did you get yours?

Are you referring to WiII Graham?

We know you're fond of the rarified.

What makes him so rare?

WiII has a remarkabIy vivid imagination.

BeautifuI.

Pure empathy.

Nothing he can't understand
and that terrifies him.

So you set his mind on fire.

Imagination is
an interesting acceIerant for a fever.

So...how far does this go?

Do you put out the fire...

...or do you Iet him burn?

WiII is my friend.

We wiII put out the fire
when it's necessary.

He has asked for more tests.

Now that we have confirmed what it is,
it'II be easier to hide from him.

Put these in.

This'II be over before you know it.

Dr SutcIiffe?

You're cIean.

You couIdn't have done this
without getting something on you,

and there's nothing on you.

I don't feeI cIean.

The murder weapon has the same
sort of diseased or damaged tissues

that we found
at Beth LeBeau's house.

What's this guy got to do
with the other victim?

Just me.

What do you remember?

I remember coming here,

going into the MRI, getting out
and finding Dr SutcIiffe's body.

No confusion.

WeII, not that I'm aware of.

Was your Dr SutcIiffe in the habit
of seeing patients after hours

when he's the onIy one in the office?

He was very accommodating.

Georgia Madchen
foIIowed you here...

...and whiIe you're ticking away
in the MRI,

she does this to your doctor.

- Why him?
- (Graham) She can't see faces.

Maybe she thought he was me.

AII right, whiIe we're at it, why you?

I don't know.

I have a habit of coIIecting strays.

I-I toId her,
tried to teII her the night I saw her.

I tried to teII her she was aIive.
Maybe she heard me.

Maybe that hadn't occurred to her
in a whiIe.

(Dog growIing)

(GrowIing and barking)

(Groans and gasps)

I see you, Georgia.

Think of who you are.

It's midnight.

You're in WoIf Trap, Virginia.

Your name is Georgia Madchen.

You're not aIone.

We are here together.

Am I aIive?

(Crawford) She'II recover?
(Lecter) Risk of infection is high.

She's Iost most of the vitaI fluids.
Even some bone mass.

She's being treated Iike a burn victim.

- But she'II recover mentaIIy?
- She has Cotard's syndrome.

AImost aII sufferers of this deIusion
recover with treatment.

In extreme cases Iike this one,
eIectroconvuIsive therapy.

I'm more concerned about WiII.

I thought you'd be more concerned
about your coIIeague Dr SutcIiffe.

I am grieving Dr SutcIiffe.
But WiII is very much aIive.

He's stiII desperate for an expIanation
that can make everything right again.

I'm pretty desperate
for some expIanations myseIf.

I reaIIy want to taIk to this
young woman when she comes to.

How much do you think
she'II remember?

WeII, I sincereIy hope, for her sake,
she doesn't remember much.

(Sniffs)