Hannibal

Previously on Hannibal...

I'm giving my life to death.

And now Death has followed you home.

I don't think I wanna do chemotherapy.

- Do I have any say in this? - No.

I'm devoting a lot of time to this mural, Will. I could use your help.

What was the 'cause of death in the bailiff's murder? - Bullets.

- And in Will Graham's victims? - Mutilation.

There are clearly two different killers and two different cases.

Will claims someone else committed the crimes he's accused of.

- He said that person was you. - Perhaps he was half right.

Wrap the leader

around the tippet. Four,

five, six times.

Tuck the end

between the lines.

Tighten.

And... trim.

It's called a blood knot.

Your father taught you how to hunt.

I'm going to teach you how to fish.

Same thing, isn't it?

One you stalk, the other you re?

One you catch,

the other you shoot.

What are you trying to catch?

The one who caught you.

The one that got away.

Catch a fish once

and it gets away, it's a lot harder to catch again.

Everybody thinks you're lying about the one that got away.

That's why I have to catch him.

Last thing before casting a line:

Name the bait on your hook

after somebody you cherished.

To say goodbye?

If the person you name it after cherished you,

as the superstition goes, you will catch the fish.

Oh.

And what did you name it?

Abigail.

You were right. Killer was in the mural.

Just where you said he'd be. His name was James Gray.

We found his vehicle outside the farm.

Enough DNA on the bed of his truck for us to be confident

he's the Muralist. - You found as much evidence on him as you did on me.

I'm glad you said it.

Who stitched him into the mural?

We don't know. He may have had a partner.

Another killer. Maybe they had a suicide pact.

There was no partner.

This artist worked alone until he was stitched into his own creation.

- No signs of a struggle. - No.

So, this second killer, whoever he is,

understood the Muralist well enough

not just to find his canvas, but well enough to convince him

- to be part of it. - You have an idea who that might be?

- I do. - Don't say, "Hannibal Lecter."

- I'm saying Hannibal Lecter. - Didn't you stop ringing that bell?

I'm not asking you to believe anything you

can't prove. I'm just asking you to prove it.

- Hannibal Lecter has no reason- - That is exactly right.

He has no discernible reason other than

his own amusement and curiosity.

That's hard to prove.

There will be a very clever detail

to find on James Gray.

He wouldn't be able to resist it. Probably something

that was overlooked. Something hidden.

I'll look for clever details.

But I'm not looking for Hannibal.

Just as long as you're looking.

You look out there.

I'll look in here.

I'll give you the same deal I gave Beverly Katz.

I know you know what it is.

You've been recording our conversations.

Or are we pretending you didn't?

What "this" are you offering in exchange

- for my "that"? - I'm quite the topic

of conversation in psychiatric circles.

I shared my diagnosis of you on the witness stand.

Your personality disorders,

neuroses... all forgeries.

Even if that were true, I'd still be a psychopath

- of some interest. - Mm.

Quite a manipulative one at that.

Poor, confused, wounded bird

for Agent Crawford and Doctors Lecter and Bloom.

And for me, well,

I get the psychopath's triumvirate: Charm,

focus, and ruthlessness.

The charm being debateable, of course.

So, either I'm a psychopath

or I am delusional.

Or I'm right about Hannibal Lecter. Aren't you curious

which one it is?

- Will you allow me to test you? - Test me?

I'll take 'em all.

You will be the first and last word in the mind

of Will Graham. God, you could dine out on that for years.

What about Dr. Lecter?

Shouldn't you be

my one and only psychiatrist, Dr. Chilton?

- Ideally. - Well then,

as to your "that"

for my "this."

Do not discuss me or my therapy

with Hannibal Lecter.

Tell him that you've decided I am no longer

any of his business.

I am now under

your exclusive care.

Lazarus had it good.

My social circle doesn't include a friend

with power over death.

I suppose I should've embraced Facebook

while I had the chance.

I never should have let Jack talk me

into taking chemo.

He's trying to extend your life.

He's trying to extend a quality of life

that's not worth the effort.

Jack's efforts or yours?

I'm vomiting my stomach lining.

On a good day, I sleep

fifteen to eighteen hours.

On a bad day, I don't sleep.

My best-case scenario

is prolonged pain management.

Jack will help you manage.

He loves you, Bella.

When you are gone, he will feel your silence like a draft.

My silence

is inevitable.

The war is over.

The cancer is an occupying force.

I want to surrender.

While I still have my dignity.

- You are considering ending your life? - Suicide seems

like a valid solution to my problem.

How does that make you feel?

Alive.

How does it make you feel?

I've always found the idea of death comforting.

The thought that my life could end at any moment

frees me to fully appreciate

the beauty, and art,

and horror

of everything this world has to offer.

A death benefit?

Upon taking his own life, Socrates

offered a rooster to the God of healing, Asclepius,

to pay his debt.

What debt might that be?

To Socrates, death was not a defeat...

but a cure.

Gentlemen...

Local police were supposed to exterminate the bees

so we could work the crime scene. Apparently, someone shut that down.

- I did. - He did. - Jimmy?

Well, I love bees.

Did you know that the drone

is nature's most talented suicidal swordsman?

When the drone mates with the queen,

his ejaculation is so explosive,

it's audible to the human ear.

All right.

How long has he been out here?

Ah, from de-comp, I'd estimate two weeks.

Which makes sense with how much honey is being produced.

Do bees naturally hive in human carcasses like this?

No. The victim was purposely repurposed as a human apiary.

Purposely.

Somebody removed the eyes and part

of the brain to make room for the hive.

Zeller's out in the field, otherwise I'd ask him to help me with this.

I was a surgeon and a doctor, yes. Have you found

any evidence on the Muralist's friend?

That's what I need your help with. Might not have been a friend.

Might not have even been an acquaintance.

Whoever killed him, understood him.

So often you open your mouth

and I hear Will Graham's words come out.

I have an arrangement with Will.

He's agreed to consult with me on cases,

if I keep investigating the murders he's accused of.

I'm happy to hear that.

Will needs a champion now more than ever.

He has you, doesn't he?

You think there's a chance he could be innocent. I know you do.

I believe there is a possibility.

I'm just relieved he's not saying the killer is you anymore.

At least not to me.

Who does Will believe killed the Muralist?

Doesn't know.

He thinks if James Gray's killer

hid him in the mural, he may have hid something else.

A signature?

What kind of killer