Hannibal

Previously on "Hannibal"

Dr. Hannibal Lecter requests my company for dinner.

- This will be our last supper. - Hannibal thinks you are his man.

- I think you're mine. - They've issued a warrant for your arrest, Will.

- Hello? - They know.

Hello, Jack. You're early.

Each of us

whose life intersected Hannibal Lecter lost something.

A limb here, a lung there.

A few feet of intestines.

- The dead... - (man choking)

The dead at least have the luxury

of being done with what they lost.

But you and I, we still itch.

That little itch must be telling you something.

Would you like to discuss what that little itch is telling you?

Are you wearing makeup?

How long does it take you to put your face on in the morning?

Now that I've got the routine down, no time at all.

Tell you what.

You show me yours

and I'll show you mine.

There.

Now we can talk face-to-face.

I understand you have offered

quite a substantial reward

for any kind of relevant information on Hannibal Lecter,

not just the usual apprehension and conviction.

Yes, a million dollars.

One million. We advertised worldwide.

High price for a fancy pig.

Hannibal would be a prize pig if I had him in my hospital,

but you do not intend to see him institutionalized, do you?

I'm saying nothing that would force you

to break the bonds of doctor-patient confidentiality.

You do not want a therapist.

You want a profiler.

I want to understand

Hannibal Lecter to better understand myself.

You survived him.

That is chief amongst what you need to understand.

"Survived him"?

That implies fortune or skill on my part

that somehow allowed me to live. This is exactly

how he intended me to live.

I know somewhere Dr. Lecter is going to and fro in the earth

and walking up and down in it,

and very likely having a good, fun time.

How do you relieve the agony

of waiting for Dr. Lecter's capture?

What do you fantasize about?

I wonder what would happen

if Hannibal Lecter was in your hands.

I worry we're heading into territory

not secured by your fee.

I think I need to look elsewhere for somebody

to tend to my emotional well-being.

Good-bye, Dr. Chilton.

Happy hunting.

Hannibal S03E04 "Aperitivo"

Sync and corrected by Gianluca Belfiglio

You were supposed to leave.

We couldn't leave without you.

How do you feel?

Thirsty.

Feel well enough for a visitor?

Hello, Frederick.

You were expecting someone else?

I was hoping for someone else.

He knew exactly how to cut you.

They said it was surgical.

He wanted you to live.

He left us to die.

But we didn't.

Couple of suckers we've been.

He set us up and knocked us down.

What bothers me the most is,

I think it was easy for him.

Shooting monkeys in a barrel.

You had encephalitis.

I do not know what my excuse was.

Compulsive imitation.

How dull!

But maybe.

I am learning all sorts of new things about myself these days.

I'm learning new things about you, too.

Imitation allows us to better understand the behavior of others.

I have great empathy for you, Will.

Both of us eviscerated and accused...

I have literally felt your pain.

We have matching scars.

You need a friend...

...friend.

You will leave this hospital under a cloud of suspicion.

Not a cloud, a fog.

I can help you get Hannibal Lecter out of your head.

And into your hospital.

There's opportunity here...

for both of us.

We can catch the man

who framed and maimed us.

There's no opportunity here, Frederick.

Not for you.

The optimist believes we live in

the best of all possible worlds; the pessimist

fears this is true.

This is your best possible world, Will.

Not getting a better one.

I had hoped you would come look for me...

But I understand why you didn't.

What can I do for you, Jack?

Well, I'm here to, uh,

make sure that you don't contradict

the official narrative.

Well, we're officers of the FBI,

wounded in the course of heroic duty.

That's not true for either of us (sighs)

Well, we were supposed to go together. That's...

That's on me. My foul. My bad.

Not all of our choices are consciously calculated.

No...

But our decisions are.

You remember when you decided to call Hannibal?

I wasn't decided when I called him.

I just called him.

I deliberated while the phone rang.

I decided when I heard his voice.

You told him we knew.

I told him to leave,

'cause I wanted him to run.

Why?

Because...

Because he was my friend.

And because I wanted to run away with him.

What I said before

I will say again,

which is something you cannot say:

that I did not warn you.

Cannot see what you will not see.

Until it shoves you out a window.

I've always enjoyed the word "defenestration"...

now I get to use it in casual conversation.

How many bones did you break?

You say that like I broke them.

You got yourself to the window, Dr. Bloom,

if not through it.

They told me a lot of marrow got into my blood

and that I should expect to find myself

thinking differently.

Hallelujah!

I do not mean to kick you when you are down.

I'm just reminding you how you got down.

And who I'm down with.

We could all use a little

group therapy while we're down here.

There's only one "we"

you're really interested in, Frederick,

and that "we" isn't really interested in you.

Will Graham could use a breakthrough.

Being broken was his breakthrough?

Being broken was yours.

Will has not had his breakthrough yet.

He is saving that for Dr. Lecter.

It would be the best thing for his therapy, really.

It's only a matter of time before they are back

in each other's orbit.

Shame not to have the good seats,

If only to support poor Will.

That would require some manipulation.

Some English on the ball, as it were.

You were so afraid of me.

The last time I saw you...

Before that last time I saw you...

What are you doing here?

I guess I'm looking for you.

That's a good guess.

What are you doing here?

Mm, visiting old friends.

You're not tempted to forget?

No, no... I don't want to forget.

I'm building rooms in my memory palace

for all my friends.

Friendship is blackmail

elevated to the level of love.

A mutually-unspoken pact

to ignore the worst in one another

in order to continue enjoying the best.

After everything he's done,

can you still ignore the worst in him?

I came here to be alone, Alana.

If you wouldn't mind...

Hello.

I'm Dr. Bloom.