Hannibal

Previously on Hannibal...

If this is about my position at the palazzo,

once the path was cleared, I won the job fairly on my merits.

Two men from the Capponi are dead. You are going to be caught.

Europe is where a man of his tastes would settle.

- His tastes are very specific. - That's how you'll find him.

Come back with me. We have a chance to regain our reputations

by capturing the Mostro.

I'm here for Will Graham.

I have no reason to stay here. He saw to that.

I'll help you find him.

On still evenings,

when the air was damp after a rain,

we played a game.

Hannibal would burn all kinds of barks and incense

for me to identify by scent alone.

He was charming...

the way a cub is charming.

A small cub that grows up

to be like one of the big cats.

One you can't play with later.

The day I met Hannibal,

he was an orphan.

I was meant to meet him

with his sister,

but he was alone.

How did you meet him?

I was his aunt's attendant.

My parents sent me to learn from Lady Murasaki

when I was just a girl.

I learned from Hannibal, too.

He comes in the guise of a mentor,

but it's distress that excites him.

I'm not in distress.

Not anymore.

You had a strict rule about taking life

and you broke it.

Is it on your mind?

Do you see yourself killing him

over and over?

No.

I see you.

How do you know Hannibal's in Florence?

Botticelli.

I've never been to Italy.

I've never expected to.

Birds eat thousands of snails every day.

Some of those snails survive digestion

and emerge to find

they've traveled the world.

In the belly of the beast.

I kept cochlear gardens as a young man to attract fireflies.

Their larvae would devour

many times their own body weight in snails.

Fuel...

to power a transformation into a delicate creature

of such beauty.

To the misfortune of the snail.

Snails follow their nature

as surely as those that eat them.

Fireflies live very brief lives.

Better to live true to yourself for an instant than never know it.

Not like Will Graham does.

An insect lacks morality to agonize over.

Will agonizes about inevitable change.

Almost anything can be trained

to resist its instinct.

A shepherd dog doesn't savage the sheep.

But it wants to.

Will has reached a state of moral dumbfounding.

Empathy and reciprocity.

Reciprocity.

If we keep track of incoming

and outgoing intentions,

Will Graham is en route to kill you

while you lie in wait to kill him.

Now that's reciprocity.

Hannibal S03E05 "Contorno"

Ciao, Bella.

- Grazie. - Here we are.

- Mmm! Grazie. - Prego.

You've recently stopped wearing your wedding ring.

Yes, and you've recently started wearing yours.

- (laughing) - I have a young and lovely wife.

Her efforts have ground twelve pounds

off my frame.

- La Vita Nuova. - Yeah.

Divorced?

No. Widowed.

I met her here.

It's a little strange to be in Italy without her.

- What was her name? - Bella.

To Bella.

- To Bella. - To Bella.

I look at her and I think about all the things

I want to give her...

How you wish to appear in her eyes.

Certainly not in my present role at the Questura.

I perform menial errands found for me

by my former subordinates.

Interviews

in missing person cases.

They've enjoyed my fall from grace.

You weren't in Palermo

on official business.

Neither were you.

And your subordinates at the Questura,

- they know you're investigating Hannibal Lecter? - I'll tell them,

when I know it's Lecter that I'm investigating.

You already know.

I need to be certain.

- I am disgraced and out of fortune. - It has inclined you

towards a game that's outside of the law.

I know. I played that game.

And I lost.

Let's eat.

Oh, my goodness... how beautiful.

- Pasta? - Please.

This is pappardelle alla lepre. Can you say it?

- Par-par-delle alla... - No, no. It's not "par-par-delle".

- No... no... - No, it's "pappardelle."

- Pappardelle. - Yeah! That's it. Yes.

- With lepre. - Ah, well, thank you.

A table setting from the home of Dr. Hannibal Lecter.

The silverware is 19th-century Dutch from Christofle.

The plate is Gien French china from Tiffany.

The table linen is damask cotton,

also from Christofle.

You've got to hand it to the man.

He has the most marvelous taste.

I've discovered a pattern of purchases.

An echo of the life he lived in Baltimore.

He likes music, he likes wine,

he likes food and he likes you.

How did you taste, Dr. Bloom?

Sweet, I bet.

I'm sure you got a taste of him, too.

Spitters are quitters, and you don't strike me as a quitter.

The first step in the development of taste

is to be willing to credit your own opinion.

But in the areas of food and wine,

I have to follow

Hannibal's precedents.

A receipt from a Florentine fine grocer,

Vera dal 1926,

for two bottles of Bâtard-Montrachet

and some tartufi bianchi.

And another. And another. And another.

- Huh! - Once a week,

for the last three months,

a blonde woman has been making the exact same purchase.

Due bottiglie di Bâtard-Montrachet

e li tartufi bianchi, per favore.

And she always pays cash.

Grazie.

She's shopping for Hannibal.

Bravo.

Are we obligated to talk?

No.

Strange to talk so much.

Not used to hearing voices outside my head.

I hear voices from all directions.

In the gnawing sameness of your days...

did you look at the shape of things?

At...

what you were becoming?

I wasn't becoming anything.

I was standing still.

Exactly where he left me standing.

Like taxidermy.

Hollowed out and...

filled with something else.

Not something else.

I'm not as malleable as you are.

I was violent

when it was the right thing to do.

But I think you like it.

We afforded each other an experience

we may not otherwise have had.

If you don't kill him,

you're afraid you are going to become him.

Yes.

There are means of influence

other than violence.

- Dr. Fell? - Yes.

I am Inspector Rinaldo Pazzi

from the Questura di Firenze.

I was wondering

if you ever met your predecessor?

Never met him.

Read several of his monographs.

The officers who first investigated checked the Palazzo

for any sort of note

farewell notes, suicide notes,

found nothing.

The going assumption is, he eloped with a woman

and her money.

What is the going assumption

regarding Professor Sogliato?

Still no word?