Previously on Hannibal...
I want you to help me, Dr. Lecter.
- You read about it. - This is a very shy boy, Will.
- I would love to meet him. - I'm Francis Dolarhyde.
Ms. McClane, can I give you a ride home?
Have you considered the possibility that he may believe he is disfigured?
May I touch your face? I just want to know
- if you're smiling or frowning. - I'm smiling.
- Hello, Dr. Lecter. - What are you becoming?
(hoarsely): The Great Red Dragon.
Buh... Pa! Pa!
Buh... Buh... Buh...
Shuh...
Reh.
Reh!
Buh!
Reh! Meh! Keh!
- (clunk) - (electricity buzzing)
(phone ringing)
(high-pitched beeping)
(man): Baltimore State Hospital.
(Francis): Hello. My name is Byron Metcalf.
I'm Hannibal Lecter's lawyer.
One moment, please.
I'll hold.
- (Hannibal): Hello? - (inhaling sharply)
Hello,
Dr. Lecter.
As an avid fan,
I wanted to tell you that
I'm delighted
that you have taken an interest in me.
I don't believe
you would tell them who I am,
even if you knew.
What particular body you currently occupy is trivial.
(laughing quietly)
I knew that you alone
would understand this.
The important thing
is what I am becoming.
Tell me:
what are you becoming?
(hoarsely): The Great...
Red...
Dragon.
I have admired you for years
and I have a complete collection
of your press notices.
Actually,
I think of them as unfair reviews.
As unfair as yours?
They like to sling demeaning nicknames, don't they?
"Tooth Fairy".
What could be more inappropriate?
It would shame me for you to see that,
if I didn't know that you
have suffered the same distortions in the press.
You've read Freddie Lounds's latest?
It's not a good picture of you.
Your speech is bent and pruned by disabilities,
real and imagined,
but your words are startling.
I want
to be recognized by you.
As John the Baptist recognized the one who came after.
I want
to sit before you
as the Dragon sat before 666 in Revelation.
I have...
things I would love to show you.
Someday,
if circumstances permit,
I would like to meet you
and watch you...
meld...
with the strength of the Dragon.
See how magnificent you are?
"Did he who made the Lamb make thee?"
(snarling)
Hannibal S03E10 "And the Woman Clothed in Sun"
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I awoke in the fresh-smelling semidark,
knowing in some primal way
that I was near the sea.
Day and evening again,
the smell of fresh flowers
and the vague awareness
of a needle bleeding into me.
He never called me my name.
That was strange at first,
and then it wasn't strange.
And then
my name
was Lydia Fell.
Deeply-felt truths about myself
as Bedelia Du Maurier
were smoke and mirrors of the highest order.
What we take for granted
about our sense of self,
everything we see,
everything we remember,
is nothing more
than a construct
of the mind.
Dante was the first to conceive
of hell as a planned space.
An urban environment.
Before Dante, we spoke not of the Gates of Hell,
but of the Mouth
of Hell.
My journey to damnation began
when I was swallowed by the beast.
(applause)
Thank you.
Poor Dr. Du Maurier,
swallowed whole.
Suffering inside Hannibal Lecter's bowels
for what must have felt like an eternity.
You didn't lose yourself, Bedelia,
you just crawled so far up his ass you couldn't be bothered.
Hello, Will.
You hitched your star to a man
commonly known as a monster.
You're the Bride of Frankenstein.
We've both been his bride.
How did you manage to walk away unscarred?
Huh?
- I'm covered in scars. - I wasn't myself.
You were.
Even when you weren't, you were.
- I wasn't wearing adequate armour. - No.
You were naked.
Have you been to see him?
Yes.
You haven't learned your lesson, have you?
Or did you just
miss him that much?
Have you been to see him?
I've seen enough of him.
I was with him behind the veil.
You were always on the other side.
Something we should talk about.
You'll have to make an appointment.
We're at the zoo.
Why are we at the zoo? It's cold for the zoo.
Did you ever see a tiger?
No.
They're working on its tooth
and they have to put him to sleep.
If you want,
you can touch him.
You wanna do it?
It's in here.
How do I know he's sound asleep?
Tickle him.
(man): Do you have a general impression?
I can describe as much as you like.
Put your left hand on the edge of the table.
You can explore with your right. Take your time.
D?
I'd like you to tell me what you see,
if you don't mind.
He's... striking.
Orange and black stripes.
The orange is so bright,
it's almost
bleeding into the air around him.
It's radiant.
(breath trembling)
I'm right here with you.
(low purring)
(soft laugh)
(gasping)
(low purring)
(gentle piano music playing)
(sniffing)
That was a very elegant gesture.
Eloquent, too.
Maybe the most eloquent thing I ever heard of.
That tiger,
this house...
You're full of surprises, D.
I don't think anyone at Gateway knows you at all.
- Did you ask them? - No.
Then how do you know nobody knows me?
Because they wonder about you.
They wonder about everything.
They find you very mysterious.
Did they tell you how I look?
I didn't ask them.
But, yes, they told me.
Do you want to hear it?
Don't ask if you don't.
I think I'll tell you.
They said you have a kind of
hard, clean
neatness that they like.
They say you're very sensitive about your face
and that you shouldn't be. Where the hell are you?
Ah!
Here you are.
Do you want to know what I think?
(grunting softly)
(slow shattering sound) (Francis' breath trembling)
(grunting)
I hope I didn't shock you.
(quick gasp)
(rhythmic music playing)
(distorted gasps and heavy breathing)
(Reba moaning)
(gasping)
(low roar)
- (growing dissonant humming) - (groaning)
(humming ceases)
Good morning.
I really had a terrific time, D.
(panting): Good.
Me, too.
But I need to go home now.
Yes. Good.
I'll take you now.
(door opening)
Go behind your worktable.
If you approach the barrier before you hear the lock snap,
I'll mace you in the face. Understand?
Yes, indeed.
Thank you so much, Denise.
(lock clicking)
(man): Are you ready for your call?
- Yes, please. - (phone ringing)
- You've reached the offices of Byron... - (dial tone)
(ringing) - Operator.
Operator, I don't have the use of my hands.
Could you please ring 667-JL5-0102?
- Of course. Have a nice day. - Thank you.
(ringing)
(woman): Dr. Frederick Chilton's office. - Is this Linda?
Linda doesn't come in on weekends.
Maybe you could help me, if you don't mind.
This is Bob Greer at Blaine and Edwards Publishing.
Dr. Chilton asked me to send a copy of his book to someone,
and Linda was supposed to give me
the address and phone number, but she never did.
She'll be in on Monday.
I have to catch Federal Express in about five minutes,
and I don't want to bother Frederick at home.
It's right there in his contacts.
I'll dance at your wedding
- if you'll read it to me. - I'm opening the file.
Be a darling and slide that cursor down to the letter G,
give it a click and I'll be out of your hair.
Alright. What was the name?
Graham.
Will Graham.
(Will): Have you had any contact with him?
(Bedelia): He sends me
greeting cards
on Christian holidays and my birthday.
He always includes a recipe.
If he does end up eating you, Bedelia,
you'd have it coming.
I can't blame him for doing
what evolution has equipped him to do.
If we just do
whatever evolution equipped us to do,
murder and cannibalism
are morally acceptable.
They are acceptable...
to murderers and cannibals.
And you.
You lied, Bedelia.
You do that a lot.
Why do you do that a lot?
I obfuscate.
Hannibal was never not my patient.
Covert treatment
suffers secrecy
and disapproval.
Covert because...
Hannibal was an uncooperative patient?
Covert because I was a cooperative psychiatrist.
"Do no harm."
And did you?
I did.
Technically.
You dared to care.
Not the first time I've lost
professional objectivity
in a matter where Hannibal is concerned.
What did he tell you?
What do you think he told me?
I think he told you that I'm paranoid.
- Are you? - Yes.
But that's not to suggest I don't have good reason to be.
- You don't trust Dr. Lecter. - No, there's something wrong
with Dr. Lecter.
Did you think that way
before he ended the doctor-patient relationship?
No, it's why he ended it. He knew I knew.
I went to him mildly depressed, had trouble sleeping.
I ended up wildly depressed, not sleeping at all.
You believe your condition worsened
under Dr. Lecter's care?
"Care"?
He told me to eat more red meat and wrote a prescription.
And have you been taking the medication he prescribed?
Hell, no!
He wanted to administer phototherapy
to advance my circadian rhythms, help me sleep,
but it wasn't phototherapy. He stuck me in front of a light
and I woke up somewhere else.
Dr. Lecter told me you had
a seizure response to phototherapy.
No, he did something to me.
You experienced a traumatic event that you now
associate with Dr. Lecter.
I nearly choked on my own tongue and he remained indifferent.
How is one patient
worthy of compassion
and another not?
I'm under no illusion
how morally consistent my compassion has been.
How is one murderer worthy of compassion
and not another?
All that time you were with Hannibal
behind the veil,
you'd already killed one patient.
It ever occur to you to kill another?
My relationship with Hannibal
is not as passionate as yours.
You are here
visiting an old flame.
Is your wife aware
of how intimately you and Hannibal
know each other?
She's aware enough.
You couldn't save Hannibal.
Do you think you can save this new one?
Your experience of Hannibal's attention
is so profoundly harmful,
yet so irresistible,
it undermines your ability to think rationally.
I am thinking rationally.
You've made some very serious accusations.
Actionable accusations?
- Yes. - And have you... taken action?
Is that what you want me to do?
Isn't that what you're supposed to do on my behalf? And you haven't.
I am not firmly convinced
it would be in your best interest.
I am not firmly convinced you give a rat's ass about my best interest.
Do you believe me?
I believe you are
experiencing a lack of insight.
I am trying to assist you in regaining enough insight
that you realize that you require medication.
(scoffing)
What medication would you prescribe, Dr. Du Maurier?
I would prescribe exactly the medication
Dr. Lecter prescribed and you refused.
You know, whatever this is, whatever this is,
this is why Scientologists hate psychiatry.
What do you think "this" is?
Of course he would refer me to you!
You're just as twisted as he is.
You're walking down the street
and you see a wounded bird in the grass.
What's your first thought?
It's vulnerable.
I want to help it.
My first thought is also that it's vulnerable.
And yet...
I want to crush it.
A primal rejection of weakness which is
every bit as natural as the nurturing instinct.
Of course,
I wouldn't crush it,
but my first thought is to do just that.
You know, I gave up free will. I continue to act
and feel as though I have it, but I don't.
The only reason that I'm here is that that's what was prescribed.
- Neil. Sit down. - No! No.
This is culty and weird... (choking)
(gagging)
Let me help you. I'm trying to clear
your airway!
- (choking) - (Bedelia gasps)
(dissonant humming)
One thing I learned from Hannibal
is the alchemy of lies and truths.
It's how he convinced you
you're a killer.
You're not convinced?
You're not a killer.
You're capable of righteous violence
because you are compassionate.
How are you capable?
(inhaling slowly)
Extreme acts of cruelty require...
a high level of empathy.
The next time you have an instinct to help someone,
you might consider crushing them instead.
It might save you
a great deal of trouble.
It was done carefully and cleanly
with a very sharp knife.
It was not the work of a child.
It's a Chinese character which means, "You hit it,"
an expression sometimes used in gambling.
A lucky sign.
The character also appears
on a mahjong tile.
Marks the Red Dragon.
"And behold a great red dragon..."
Are you familiar with William Blake's
The Great Red Dragon and the Woman Clothed in Sun?
Blake's Dragon
stands over a pleading woman
caught in the coil of its tail.
Few images in Western art
radiate such a unique and...
nightmarish charge of demonic sexuality.
The man who killed the Jacobis and the Leedses
saw something in them that drew him
and drove him to do it. He chose them
because something in them
spoke to him.
The Jacobis were the first to help him,
the first to lift him into the glory of his becoming.
The Jacobis were better than anything he knew.
Until the Leedses.
As the Dragon grows in strength and glory,
there are families to come.
I have to believe there is a common factor
and we will find it... soon.
Otherwise you have to enter more houses
and see what the Dragon has left for you.
11 days to the next full moon.
Tick-tock.
I like this Dragon, Will.
I don't think he's crazy at all.
(drawer latch clicking)
I think he may be quite sane.
A magnificent thing,
to watch the world
through his red haze.
Sign the register, please.
Painting Study. Miss Harper.
Mr. Crane? I'm Paula Harper.
You called about the Blake Watercolour?
Come with me. I'll show it to you. You'll need this.
The museum
is closed to the general public on Tuesdays,
but art class
and researchers are admitted.
May I ask what you're researching?
A paper on Butts.
On Thomas Butts?
You only see him in footnotes as a patron of Blake's.
- Is he interesting? - I'm just beginning.
We have to keep it in this box
because light will fade it.
That's why it's not on display often.
You understand you're not allowed to touch it?
I'll display it for you... that's the rule. OK?
Isn't it stunning? Even the best
reproductions can't possibly do the colours justice.
It appears he used chalk as well as...
(breathing heavily)
(moaning slightly)
(sniffing deeply)
It's just this way, Mr. Graham.
You know, you're the second person
who's asked to see the Blake today.
(grunting excitedly)
Wait here. Paula, I have another visitor
for The Great Red Dragon.
Paula?
(Will grunting and coughing)
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