Hannibal

Previously on Hannibal...

Layers and layers of lies

betrayed by a sad glint in a childs eyes.

How did you feel seeing Marissa Shore,

- impaled in his antler room? - Guilty.

Because you couldn't save her?

Because I felt like I killed her.

Our friend Will

seems haunted today.

We don't know what nightmares lie coiled

- beneath Will's pillow. - At night I leave the lights on

in my little house.

And walk across the flat fields. When I look back from a distance,

the house is like a boat on the sea.

It's really the only time I feel safe.

- Children transport us to our childhoods. - What do you see, Will?

Will may feel the tug of life, before the FBI, before you.

He needs an anchor, Jack.

Where you going?

I wanna go home.

You lost?

Uh, what?

What's your name?

Will Graham.

Do you know where you are, Mr. Graham?

No.

Where do you live?

Wolf Trap, Virginia.

We're in Wolf Trap, so that's good. You're close to home.

Is that yours?

Aw, hi, Winston.

Hey...

uh, can I sit down? My feet are sore.

Why don't we take you home?

Are you on any drugs? Medication?

Prescription or otherwise? No.

You been drinkin'?

No. Uh, yes. Not excessively.

I had two fingers of whiskey before I went to bed.

You have a history of sleepwalking, Mr. Graham?

I'm not even sure if I'm awake now.

Although I may be, is it safe

to assume you're not sleepwalking now? I'm sorry it's so early.

Never apologize for coming to me.

Office hours are for patients. My kitchen is always open to friends.

Onset of sleepwalking in adulthood

is less common than in children. Could it be a seizure?

I'd argue good old-fashioned post-traumatic stress.

Jack Crawford has gotten your hands very dirty.

- I wasn't forced back into the field. - I wouldn't say "forced".

"Manipulated" would be the word I'd choose.

I can handle it.

Somewhere between denying horrible events

and calling them out lies the truth of psychological trauma.

So I can't handle it.

Your experience may have overwhelmed ordinary functions

that give you a sense of control.

If my body is walking around without my permission,

you'd say that's a loss of control?

Wouldn't you?

Sleepwalkers demonstrate a difficulty

handling aggression. Are you experiencing

difficulty with aggressive feelings?

You said Jack sees me as fine china

used for special guests.

I'm beginning to feel more like an old mug.

You entered into a devil's bargain

with Jack Crawford. It takes a toll.

Jack isn't the devil.

When it comes to how far he's willing

to push you to get what he wants,

he's certainly no Saint.

Room was registered to a John Smith. Heh, big surprise there.

An appalling failure of imagination.

They paid cash. There are no security cameras

on the premises... another big surprise.

- John Smith one of the victims? - Mr. and Mrs. Anderson,

according to the register. They were mutilated and displayed.

I thought it might be The Chesapeake Ripper,

but there were no surgical trophies taken.

I'm gonna need you to prepare yourself on this one. I'm prepared.

Prepare yourself some more. It's soup in there.

- Soup isn't good for the soul. - Not this kind.

Alright, look, there are no jurisdictional rivalries here.

The local police begged us to take this. Where's your head?

It's on my pillow. I didn't sleep.

Got just the thing to wake you up.

Ok, I'm awake.

Hooks were bored into the ceiling.

Fishing line was used

to hold up the bodies and... the wings.

- At least we know he's a fisherman. - And/or a viking.

Vikings do this?

Vikings used to execute christians by breaking their ribs,

bending them back, and draping the lungs over them

to resemble wings. They used to call it

a "blood eagle." Pagans mocking the Godfearing.

- Then who's mocking who? - No, he isn't mocking them.

He's transforming them. I don't know if it was

a good night's sleep, but he slept here.

Hair on the pillow and the sheets are still damp.

He's a sweater.

Madness slept here last night.

He threw up on the nightstand.

Couldn't stomach what he did.

Flop sweat and nervous indigestion.

Not nervous.

Righteous.

Thinks he's... Elevating them somehow.

I need a plastic sheet for the bed.

This is not who you are.

This is my gift to you.

I allow you to become angels.

And now,

I lay me down to sleep.

"Concerto for Clarinet in A" K622: II. Adagio W.A. Mozart

A masterpiece foie gras au torchon

with a late harvest

of vidal sauce...

With dried and fresh figs.

Wonderful.

Mrs. Crawford, your husband

introduced you as Bella. Are you an Isabelle or an Annabelle?

I'm a Phyllis.

Jack only calls me Phyllis when we disagree.

So, named Bella for your beauty.

We were both stationed in Italy. I was army, she was NATO staff.

All of the Italian men kept calling her

"Bella, Bella, Bella."

Well, I wanted her to be my Bella.

Mm. Cold foie gras

- with warm figs. - Yes.

Very nice.

Would I be a horrible guest if I skipped this course?

- Too rich? - Too cruel.

Phyllis.

- Jack. - First and worst sign

of sociopathic behavior: Cruelty to animals.

That doesn't apply in the kitchen.

I have no taste for animal cruelty,

which is why I employ an ethical butcher.

An ethical butcher? Be kind to animals and then eat them?

I'm afraid I insist on it.

No need for unnecessary suffering.

Human emotions are a gift from our animal ancestors.

Cruelty is a gift

humanity has given itself.

The gift that keeps on giving.

Your perfume is exquisite.

Similar to the aroma on the earth just after lightning strikes.

Is it jar?

That is some nose you have there, doctor.

He really is quite charming, isn't he?

I first noticed my keen sense of smell

when I was a young man.

I was aware one of my teachers had stomach cancer

- even before he was. - Hm.

Wow, that must have been some parlor trick.

For our next course,

roasted pork shank. And I assure you, Bella,

it was an especially supercilious pig.

"Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings

where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws."

- Robert Frost. - Jim Morrison.

Even a drunk with a flair for the dramatic

can convince himself he's God. Or the lizard king.

God makes angels. Jesus was fond of fishermen.

Are we talking hardcore Judeo-Christian

upsetting, or just upsetting in general?

This is a very specific upsetting.

Increased serotonin in the wounds

is much higher than the free histamines, so, uh,

she lived for about 15 minutes after she was skinned.

Powder residue on the neck of the soda bottle

shows Vecuronium...

scotch and soda and a paralytic agent.

Kneeling in supplication at the feet of g-dash-d.

Supplication is the most common form of prayer.

Gimme, gimme, gimme.

They weren't praying to him.

They were praying for him.

He's afraid.

What is somebody who could do something like this

afraid of?

- What's in his vomit? - Uh, Dexamethasone...

Uh, Dexamethasone...

That's used for patients with tumors.

Kepra... He's epileptic. Radiation?

- Gamma four. - Steroids for the inflammation,

anticonvulsants for the seizures, radiation for the chemotherapy.

Our guy has a brain tumor.

He's afraid of dying in his sleep.

He's making angels to watch over him.

Mrs. Crawford.

Please come in.

How often do you see him?

Twice a week at first.

Now usually just once.

You're satisfied, then?

Enough to keep seeing him.