Hannibal

Four of the *** are made from materials including human remains.

Kade Purnell,

Office of the Inspector General, FBI Oversight.

I'm pleading innocent.

You'll be found guilty and given the federal death penalty.

What defense do you think I have?

You had no control of what you were doing, much less

remember doing it.

Betrayal was the only thing that felt

real to me. I trusted you.

- Let me help you. - I need your help.

We investigated your claims about Dr. Lecter.

We found nothing. You stood over Cassie Boyle's body in that field and

- you described yourself to me. No, I described Hannibal Lecter.

You think Will is innocent. - I don't know what I think.

I think he still wants to save lives. That's what I think.

Mr. Graham, it's time.

Let me tell you the story of a mild-mannered FBI instructor

who was asked to create a psychological profile of a murderer-

Garret Jacob Hobbs, the Minnesota Shrike.

He killed young women that looked

just like his daughter. He killed them

and he ate them.

Will Graham understood the way Hobbs thought. That's how he caught him.

He shot Hobbs dead while he cut his daughter's throat.

So, Will Graham was able to save Abigail.

Hobbs' life. But

the profile that he created

of her father was so vivid that he couldn't escape it.

See.

See.

And in an unconscious state... he killed

four more women.

Cassie Boyle.

Marissa Schuur.

Georgia Madchen.

Abigail Hobbs.

He was able to save Abigail Hobbs

from her father, but he wasn't able to save her from himself.

He killed her

and he ate her.

At the very least, he ate her ear. What happened

to the rest of Abigail Hobbs is locked away

in the recesses of Will Graham's traumatized mind,

or so he would have you believe.

About Will Graham: He has

remarkable visual memory;

He's keenly insightful to the human condition; And...

I would argue, the smartest person

in this room.

He's capable

of creating a psychological profile

of a completely different kind of murderer.

One that would become his alibi.

Moment of truth.

If I only knew what the truth was.

There's nothing wrong with your instincts.

My instincts have not yet arrived at conviction.

Mine have, with the benefit of no previous involvement

and no personal connections to the accused.

- Meaning I can't be impartial? - Of course you can be impartial,

but right now you're not. You have to believe something,

as long as there is reason and evidence to believe.

You've got reason; You've got evidence.

Will Graham is playing a game.

I understand why that might be hard for you to accept.

Do you?

It's easier to be a man who missed his friend's suffering

than it is to be the head of Behavioral Sciences

at the FBI who missed a killer standing right in front of him.

There's a reason

that you're a witness for the prosecution, Agent Crawford.

Remind me what that reason is.

If you can't represent your own beliefs,

represent the Bureau's.

Agent Crawford?

Let yourself off the hook, Jack.

- How did you meet Will Graham? - I met him at the opening of the Evil Minds.

Research Museum. He didn't agree with what we called it.

He told me that the title mythologized banal and cruel men

who didn't deserve to be thought of as super-villains.

- And what was your first impression? - He was intelligent.

And arrogant.

And very likely on the spectrum.

Which is why he wasn't real FBI. He didn't pass

- the screening procedures. - Yes.

- But you felt that he was qualified to work in the field. - Under my supervision.

And you believed that he was valuable because he could think like a killer?

- He could think like anybody. - Sounds like a super-villain.

Five horrendous murders, over 40 different

pieces of forensic and physical evidence

that tell us that Will Graham can think like a killer because he is one.

Rather than feel tormented by the work he did,

Will Graham enjoyed the cover his role at the FBI gave him

- to commit his terrible crimes. - I don't believe that to be true.

Agent Crawford?

Will hated every second of the work. He hated it.

He didn't fake that.

He hated it and I kept making him do it.

Why then is it that when you offered him an opportunity to quit, he refused?

Because he was saving lives.

I had been warned by more than one person

that if I pushed Will, I'd break him.

I put those checks and balances in place, then ignored them.

And here we are.

What does Jack Crawford drink?

Whatever it is, I need to send him a very expensive bottle.

He said I'm a killer because he drove me insane.

No, he paved the road for your defense.

Well, he didn't say I'm innocent.

Innocence isn't a verdict, Mr. Graham, but "not guilty" is.

This isn't law; It's advertising.

Advertising trivializes;

It, uh, manipulates; It's vulgar.

Boo-hoo. So is the law.

We have to create desire to find you "not guilty,"

which is nonexistent in this courtroom right now.

We're manipulating people into buying something they don't need.

- Mr. Brauer? - They don't want your innocence. Thank you.

Unconsciousness in a pretty package,

that I can sell.

If I take the moral high ground with you, I'll get you killed.

I think I opened your mail.

That was a good and brave thing you did for Will today.

It may have cost me my job.

The prospect doesn't seem

to trouble you as much as I would have thought.

Haven't felt better in weeks.

Clarity will do that.

Mm.

Tell me, Jack.

Was your testimony meant to be a resignation?

There is something appealing

about walking away from all of the noise.

I'm...

content to let the chips fall.

The magic door is always attractive-

step through and leave all your burdens behind.

I've given my life... to death.

And now death has followed you home...

come to live in your house.

Bella has kept our bedroom from looking too much like a sickroom.

There are flowers, but not too many.

You know.

She insists that there are no pills in sight.

So, I've been thinking about taking her to Italy where we met.

We could...

She could die there.

Jack.

You're not sick.

You don't have to go into the ground with her.

When Bella's lost to you, the FBI could still be there.

You're telling me not to commit professional suicide?

As a friend, I'm telling you not to force an issue

for the short-term emotional satisfaction it can have.

shrunken capillaries. The ear was cut from a corpse

no more than 48 hours ago.

- Before the trial started. - We fumed it all-

ear's clean, no prints on either of the envelopes,

besides the courier, paralegal, and lawyer.

We know Will Graham didn't do it.

- It wouldn't surprise me. - The timing's deliberate.

It was choreographed to drop the ear at the beginning of Will's trial.

Such a gift has great significance.

- A gift from who? - Will claimed

someone else committed the crimes he's accused of.

He said that person was you.

Perhaps he was half right.

Oh, you've gotta be kidding me.

It seems you have an admirer.

You think someone sent me an ear because they admire me?

The boundaries of what's considered normal

are getting narrower. Outside those boundaries,

this may be intended as a helpful gesture.

How far would you go to help me?

It hadn't occurred to me to send you an ear.

But I'm grateful someone has.

Gratitude has a short half-life.

So can doubt.

I have new thoughts about who you are.

There may very well be another killer.

I want there to be.

Some part of you still suspects me.

I don't know what anyone is

capable of anymore, least of all myself.

But, um...

I know there is no evidence against you.

There never was.

And accusing you makes me look insane.

I'm not insane.

Not anymore.

And you may not be guilty.

This ear you were sent

is an opportunity.

If someone else is responsible for your crimes,

perhaps he now wants to be seen.

Why would he want to be seen now?

He cares what happens to you.

The prosecution calls Freddie *** to the stand.

I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth.