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'Previously on "Hannibal"...

My palace is vast, even by medieval standards.

The foyer is the Norman chapel in palermo.

Severe and beautiful and timeless.

You come to palermo, and soon a body is discovered.

A Valentine written on a broken man.

There are places within himself he can't safely go.

- Have you ever been a father? - I was to my sister.

Her name was Mischa.

Hannibal!

I forgive you.

Was it nice to see him?

It was nice.

Among other things.

He knew where to look for me.

You knew where he would look for you.

He said he forgave me.

Forgiveness is too great and difficult for one person.

It requires two.

The betrayer and the betrayed.

Which one are you?

I'm vague on those details.

Betrayal and forgiveness are...

Best seen as something akin to falling in love.

You cannot control with respect to whom you fall in love.

You are going to be caught.

It has already been set into motion.

Is that concern for your patient or concern for yourself?

I'm not concerned about me.

I know exactly how I will navigate

my way out of whatever it is I've gotten myself into.

Do you?

I did.

Where will will Graham be looking for you next?

Some place I can never go.

Home.

It's not healing to see your childhood home.

But it helps you measure whether you are broken.

How and why, assuming you want to know.

I want to know.

Is this where construction began?

On my memory palace?

Its door at the centre of my mind,

and here you are, feeling for the latch.

The spaces in your mind devoted to your earliest years...

Are they different than the other rooms?

Are they different than this room?

This room holds sound and motion,

great snakes wrestling and heaving in the dark.

Other rooms are static scenes, fragmentary.

Like painted shards of glass.

Everything keyed to memories, leading to...

Other memories.

The rooms you can't bring yourself to go.

Nothing escapes from them that causes you any comfort.

Screams fill some of those places,

but the corridors do not echo screaming.

Because I hear music.

The studiolo is a small, fierce group.

They've ruined a number of academic reputations.

Appearing before them is a peril.

You were very eager to see me discredited, professor sogliato.

You sang for your supper before the dragons at the studiolo.

And you sang very well.

First applause, and then by wet-eyed acclamation...

The memberships affirmed you as master of the palazzo capponi.

Punch romaine.

A cocktail created by escoffier.

Served to first-class guests on the Titanic during their last dinner.

The committees have a new curator.

They do not miss the old one.

If my victory pleased the professore, I could not tell.

Then you weren't paying attention.

I pay lots of attention.

But not in a wide-eyed, indiscriminate way.

That may have been impulsive.

Been mulling that impulse ever since you decided to serve punch romaine.

I... I can't see.

Mi ricordo che ll curatore...

Technically, you killed him.

No longer interested in preserving the peace you found here?

You cannot preserve entropy. It gradually descends into disorder.

Two men from the capponi are dead.

I can only claim one.

Technically.

You're drawing them to you, aren't you?

All of them.

As with his crimes in Florence,

ii mostro collected anatomical trophies,

but left no evidence.

Dr Lecter is careful.

He will strike,

but his needs don't force him to strike often.

There were long periods when ii mostro didn't strike at all.

This is the first in twenty years.

You have new evidence?

You know,

the window of the questura laboratory is garlanded with garlic

to keep out the evil spirits.

These are not people open to new ideas.

My city mocks me.

My hunt for ii mostro has let the crows peck at my heart.

How is your heart?

Well pecked.

If he hasn't already,

ii mostro will return to Florence.

Come back with me.

We have a chance to regain our reputations,

and enjoy the honours of our trade, by capturing the monster.

I'm not here for the monster.

Non é la m/a casa.

Not my house, not my fire.

I'm here for will Graham.

You're upsetting him.

You're trespassing.

I'm a friend of Hannibal's.

He sent you?

My name is will Graham.

I'm unarmed.

May I lower my arms?

This trigger has a three-pound pull.

I'm holding two of it.

What's he saying?

He wants you to look at him, speak to him,

but you're not going to.

Well, you've er...

Cast aside the social graces normally afforded to human beings.

He's cast them aside.

All he's allowed is the sound of water.

It's what the unborn hear.

It's their last memory of peace.

You're keeping him like an animal.

I wouldn't do this to an animal.

What did he do?

He ate her.

Mischa?

How long has he been your prisoner?

We've been each other's prisoner... For a very long time.

However did you find yourself in this situation?

That question applies to both of us.

And the answer's probably the same.

What's your name?

Chiyoh.

How do you know Hannibal?

One could argue, intimately.

Nakama?

It's the Japanese word for a very close friends.

Yes, we were nakama.

Last time I saw him, he left me with a smile.

All sorrows can be borne if you put them in a story.

Tell me a story.

In Roman times, each carcass was divided.

Prime cuts went to nobility,

second to the clergy,

third to the bourgeoisie and fourth to the army.

The quinto quarto, the offal, went to the poor.

The fifth quarter?

The innards of a carcass constitute roughly a quarter of its weight.

"Ii quinto quarto" evolved from necessity to become high tradition.

S/b/lo caraflerisz'ico.

When the lungs whistle, the dish is done.

Coratella con carciofi.

Purple artichokes served with spring iamb's liver, lungs and heart.

Professor sogliato doesn't know what he's missing.

So rude of him to ignore your invitation.

He sends his regrets.

Oh, Madonna, it smells divine.

It is. I say that without ego.

I don't require conventional reinforcement.

You would agree, signora fell?

My husband's ego is not measured by conventional means.

I first prepared this dish in honour of my sister when I was very young.

I'm sure you've perfected the recipe over the years.

The meat...

- You have a very good butcher. - I do indeed.

The lamb must be newly slaughtered, the organs cooked the same day.

I always oversee this process personally.

We construct fairy tales, and we accept them.

Our minds concoct all sorts of fantasies

when we don't want to believe something.

I accept what Hannibal has done.

I understand why he's done it.

Mischa doesn't explain Hannibal.

She doesn't quantify what he does.

He does what was done to her.

How do you know it was your prisoner who killed Mischa?

Hannibal told me so.

Hannibal took someone from you.

Are you here to take someone from him?

If I were like Hannibal...

I would've killed you already.

Cooked you, ate you...

And fed what was left of you to him.

That's what he would do.

You've given that some thought.

Do you know where he is?

Why are you looking for him

after he left you with a smile?

I've never known myself as well

as I know myself... When I'm with him.

You won't find Hannibal here.

There are places on these grounds he cannot safely go.

Bad memories.

What do these grounds hold for you?

Hannibal wanted to kill that man for what he did to Mischa.

I wouldn't let him take his life,

so Hannibal left his life with me.

He was...

Curious if you would kill.

I imagine he still is.

What were you like as a young man?

I was rooting for mephistopheles and contemptuous of faust.

Would you like to talk about your first spring lamb?

Would you?

Why can't you go home, Hannibal?

What happened to you there?

Nothing happened to me.

Ihappened.

How did your sister taste?

Are you a believer, signor Crawford?

Aren't we all?

Belief comes with imagination.

We also imagine the possibility that we all live on after death.

Will Graham died.

Lu/ era mon'o.

Io era mon'o.

He was dead. I was dead.

We didn't imagine that.

What does will Graham imagine now?

I borrowed his imagination.

And I broke it.

But I don't know how he managed to piece it back together again.

People come here to be closer to their god.

Isn't that what will Graham was doing?

Maybe.

Will Graham understands Hannibal.

He accepts him.

Now, who among us doesn't want understanding and acceptance?

I'm sorry.

You did this.

You set him free.

It was you I wanted to set free.

You said Hannibal was curious if I would kill.

You were curious, too.

- I didn't want this. - Yes, you did.

You were doing what he does.

He'd be proud of you, his nakama.

Did you know?

At some level... you knew.

He created a story...

Out of events that only he experienced.

"All sorrows can be borne if you put them in a story."

For Mischa.

I'll help you find him.

Why would you help me?

I have no reason to stay here.

Not anymore.

You saw to that.

What your sister made you feel

was beyond your conscious ability to control or predict.

Or negotiate.

I would suggest what will Graham makes you feel is not dissimilar.

A force of mind and circumstance.

Love.

He pays you a visit or he doesn't.

Same with forgiveness.

And I would argue, the same with betrayal.

The god betrayal who presupposes the god forgiveness.

We can all betray.

Sometimes we have no other choice.

Mischa didn't betray me.

She influenced me to betray myself, but I forgave her that influence.

If past behaviour is an indicator of future behaviour,

there is only one way you will forgive will Graham.

I have to eat him.