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(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)