Hannibal

Previously on Hannibal...

You make jumps you can't explain, Will.

- The evidence explains. - Then help me find some evidence.

- I wouldn't put him out there! - Should he get too close,

I need you to make sure he's not out there alone.

I don't think the Shrike killed that girl in the field.

This girl's killer thought that she was a pig.

You think this was a copycat?

I think I can help good Will, see his face.

- Hello? - They know.

You said he wouldn't get too close.

See?

We're here.

Could be a permanent

installation in your Evil Minds Museum.

Well, what we learn about Garrett Jacob Hobbs will

help us catch the next one like him.

There's still seven bodies unaccounted for.

Yeah, well, he was eating them.

Had to be some parts he wasn't eating.

Not necessarily.

All right, what if Hobbs wasn't eating alone? It's a lot of work.

Disappearing these girls, butchering them, and then

not leaving a shred of anything other than what's in this room.

- Someone he hunted with. - Someone who is in a coma,

who also happened to be someone he hunted with.

Abigail Hobbs is a suspect?

We've been conducting house-to-house interviews

at the Hobbs residence, and, uh, at this property also.

Hobbs spent a lot of time here.

Spent a lot of time with his daughter here.

She would make the ideal bait, wouldn't she?

Hobbs killed alone.

Ah. Someone else was here.

1x02 Amuse-bouche

Thank you.

Please stop that.

This is how I caught Garrett Jacob Hobbs.

It's his resignation letter.

Does anybody see the clue?

There isn't one.

He wrote a letter,

he left a phone number, no address. That's it.

Bad bookkeeping and dumb luck.

Garrett Jacob Hobbs is dead. The question now is

how to stop those his story is going to inspire.

He's already got one admirer.

A copycat.

Hi.

How are you, Will?

Uh, I have no idea.

Um, I didn't want you to be ambushed.

What is this, an ambush?

Ambush is later.

Immediately later... soon to now.

When Jack arrives, consider yourself ambushed.

Here's Jack.

- How was class? - Um, they applauded.

- It was inappropriate. - Well, the review board would

beg to differ. You're up for a commendation. And they've, uh,

okayed active return to the field.

The question is,

do you want to go back to the field?

I want him back in the field.

And I've told the board I'm recommending a psych eval.

Are we starting now?

Oh, the session wouldn't be with me.

Hannibal Lecter's a better fit. Your relationship's not personal.

But if you are more comfortable with Dr. Bloom...

No, I'm not going to be comfortable with anybody inside my head.

You've never killed anyone before, Will.

It's a deadly force encounter. It's a lot to digest.

I used to work Homicide.

The reason you currently used to work Homicide is because

you didn't have the stomach for pulling the trigger.

You just pulled the trigger 10 times.

Wait, so a psych eval isn't a formality?

No, it's so I can get some sleep at night. I asked you

to get close to the Hobbs thing. I need to know you didn't get

too close. How many nights did you spend in Abigail Hobbs'

hospital room, Will?

Therapy doesn't work on me.

Therapy doesn't work on you because you won't let it.

And because I know

all the tricks.

Well, perhaps you need to un-learn some tricks.

Why not have a conversation with Hannibal?

He was there. He knows what you went through.

Come on, Will.

I need my beauty sleep!

What's that?

Your psychological evaluation. You are totally functional and

more or less sane. Well done.

Did you just rubber stamp me?

Yes. Jack Crawford may lay his

weary head to rest knowing he didn't break you

and our conversation can proceed unobstructed by paperwork.

Jack thinks that I need therapy.

What you need is a way out of dark places when Jack sends you there.

Last time he sent me into a dark place,

I brought something back.

A surrogate daughter?

You saved Abigail Hobbs' life. You also orphaned her.

That comes with certain emotional obligations,

- regardless of empathy disorders. - You were there.

You saved her life too. Do you feel obligated?

Yes.

I feel a staggering amount of obligation.

I feel responsibility.

I've fantasized about scenarios where my actions may have

allowed a different fate for Abigail Hobbs.

Jack thinks Abigail Hobbs helped her dad kill those girls.

How does that make you feel?

How does it make you feel?

- I find it vulgar. - Me too.

And entirely possible.

- It's not what happened. - Jack will ask her

when she wakes up, or he'll have one of us ask her.

Is this therapy, or a support group?

It's whatever you need it to be.

And, Will,

the mirrors in your mind can reflect the best of yourself,

not the worst of someone else.

Jason, where are you taking us? I think we're lost.

Calm down, man.

I know where we are.

What is that?

I bet it's marijuana.

Mushrooms. Look, they got tubes to water 'em or something.

No, it's a marijuana plant.

That's not marijuana.

I'm pretty sure firearm accuracy isn't a prerequisite for teaching.

Well, I've been in the field before.

Now you're back

- in the saddle. Ish. - Ish indeed.

Took me 10 shots to drop Hobbs.

Zeller wanted to give you the bullets he

pulled out of Hobbs in an acrylic case, but

I told him you wouldn't think it was funny.

- Probably not. - I suggested one of those

clackin' swingin' ball things.

That would've been funny.

You're a Weaver. I took you for an isosceles guy.

I have a rotator cuff issue so I have to use the Weaver stance.

You are tight.

I got stabbed when I was a cop.

Yeah, I got stabbed in the third grade

with a number two pencil. Thought I was gonna get lead poisoning.

Uh, no lead in pencils; It's graphite.

See if that helps with the recoil.

That was better.

You come all the way down here to teach me how to shoot?

No. Jack sent me down here to find out what you know about gardening.

So, Lecter gave you the all-clear.

Therapy might work on you after all.

Therapy is an acquired taste which I have yet to acquire.

But, uh, it served your purpose. I'm back in the field.

Local police found

tire tracks on a hidden service road

and some small animal traps in the surrounding area.

He wanted to keep his crop undisturbed.

The only thing missing is the scarecrow.

OK, we've got nine bodies, various

stages of decay, and as you can see,

all very well fertilized.

He buried them in a high-nutrient compost.

He was enthusiastically encouraging decomposition.

They were buried alive with the intention of keeping them

that way... I mean, for a little while.

Jimmy: Long enough for the fungus to eat

away any distinguishing characteristics.

Line and rebar were used

to administer intravenous fluids after they were buried.

He was feeding them something.

No restraints?

- Just dirt. - The other end of the air-supply system

comes up over there.

It isn't a very considerate clean air solution,

which clearly wasn't a priority, 'cause he isn't lazy.

No, he's not.

You find any shitakes?

Jimmy: No.

Welcome back.

Tell Sam to give me a call, will you? Thank you.

Excuse me. I'm one of the parents

of the explorers who found the bodies.

I wanted to thank you for being so good with all the boys.

- Those boys were very brave. - They are good boys. - Yeah.

- You're a local police detective? - Yes ma'am.

Would it be an imposition to ask a few things?

The boys are gonna have questions and I

just want to be as honest with them as...

- Of course. - Can you, uh,

tell me what that man is doing over there by himself?

He's some kind of special consultant.

- Works for the FBI. - Huh.

I do not bind his arms or legs

as I bury him in a shallow grave.

He's alive.

But he will never be conscious again.