Hannibal

Previously on Hannibal ...

I want you to help me, Dr. Lecter.

- You read about it. - This is a very shy boy, Will.

- I would love to meet him. - I'm Francis Dolarhyde.

Ms. McClane, can I give you a ride home?

Have you considered the possibility that he may believe he is disfigured?

May I touch your face? I just want to know

- if you're smiling or frowning. - I'm smiling.

- Hello, Dr. Lecter. - What are you becoming?

: The Great Red Dragon.

Buh... Pa! Pa!

Buh... Buh... Buh...

Shuh...

Reh.

Reh!

Buh!

Reh! Meh! Keh!

- (clunk) - (electricity buzzing)

: Baltimore State Hospital.

: Hello. My name is Byron Metcalf.

I'm Hannibal Lecter's lawyer.

One moment, please.

I'll hold.

- (Hannibal): Hello? - (inhaling sharply)

Hello,

Dr. Lecter.

As an avid fan,

I wanted to tell you that

I'm delighted

that you have taken an interest in me.

I don't believe

you would tell them who I am,

even if you knew.

What particular body you currently occupy is trivial.

I knew that you alone

would understand this.

The important thing

is what I am becoming.

Tell me:

what are you becoming?

: The Great...

Red...

Dragon.

I have admired you for years

and I have a complete collection

of your press notices.

Actually,

I think of them as unfair reviews.

As unfair as yours?

They like to sling demeaning nicknames, don't they?

"Tooth Fairy".

What could be more inappropriate?

It would shame me for you to see that,

if I didn't know that you

have suffered the same distortions in the press.

You've read Freddie Lounds's latest?

It's not a good picture of you.

Your speech is bent and pruned by disabilities,

real and imagined,

but your words are startling.

I want

to be recognized by you.

As John the Baptist recognized the one who came after.

I want

to sit before you

as the Dragon sat before 666 in Revelation.

I have...

things I would love to show you.

Someday,

if circumstances permit,

I would like to meet you

and watch you...

meld...

with the strength of the Dragon.

See how magnificent you are?

"Did he who made the Lamb make thee?"

Hannibal S03E10 "And the Woman Clothed in Sun"

I awoke in the fresh-smelling semidark,

knowing in some primal way

that I was near the sea.

Day and evening again,

the smell of fresh flowers

and the vague awareness

of a needle bleeding into me.

He never called me my name.

That was strange at first,

and then it wasn't strange.

And then

my name

was Lydia Fell.

Deeply-felt truths about myself

as Bedelia Du Maurier

were smoke and mirrors of the highest order.

What we take for granted

about our sense of self,

everything we see,

everything we remember,

is nothing more

than a construct

of the mind.

Dante was the first to conceive

of hell as a planned space.

An urban environment.

Before Dante, we spoke not of the Gates of Hell,

but of the Mouth

of Hell.

My journey to damnation began

when I was swallowed by the beast.

Thank you.

Poor Dr. Du Maurier,

swallowed whole.

Suffering inside Hannibal Lecter's bowels

for what must have felt like an eternity.

You didn't lose yourself, Bedelia,

you just crawled so far up his ass you couldn't be bothered.

Hello, Will.

You hitched your star to a man

commonly known as a monster.

You're the Bride of Frankenstein.

We've both been his bride.

How did you manage to walk away unscarred?

Huh?

- I'm covered in scars. - I wasn't myself.

You were.

Even when you weren't, you were.

- I wasn't wearing adequate armour. - No.

You were naked.

Have you been to see him?

Yes.

You haven't learned your lesson, have you?

Or did you just

miss him that much?

Have you been to see him?

I've seen enough of him.

I was with him behind the veil.

You were always on the other side.

Something we should talk about.

You'll have to make an appointment.

We're at the zoo.

Why are we at the zoo? It's cold for the zoo.

Did you ever see a tiger?

No.

They're working on its tooth

and they have to put him to sleep.

If you want,

you can touch him.

You wanna do it?

It's in here.

How do I know he's sound asleep?

Tickle him.

: Do you have a general impression?

I can describe as much as you like.

Put your left hand on the edge of the table.

You can explore with your right. Take your time.

D?

I'd like you to tell me what you see,

if you don't mind.

He's... striking.

Orange and black stripes.

The orange is so bright,

it's almost

bleeding into the air around him.

It's radiant.

I'm right here with you.

That was a very elegant gesture.

Eloquent, too.

Maybe the most eloquent thing I ever heard of.

That tiger,

this house...

You're full of surprises, D.

I don't think anyone at Gateway knows you at all.

- Did you ask them? - No.

Then how do you know nobody knows me?

Because they wonder about you.

They wonder about everything.

They find you very mysterious.

Did they tell you how I look?

I didn't ask them.

But, yes, they told me.

Do you want to hear it?

Don't ask if you don't.

I think I'll tell you.

They said you have a kind of

hard, clean

neatness that they like.

They say you're very sensitive about your face

and that you shouldn't be. Where the hell are you?

Ah!

Here you are.

Do you want to know what I think?

I hope I didn't shock you.

- (growing dissonant humming) - (groaning)