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theyregooddogs - Season 3 Episode 4: Apertivo
theyregooddogs - Season 1 Episode 9: Trou Normand
theyregooddogs - Season 1 Episode 2: Amuse Bouche
theyregooddogs - Season 2 Episode 7: Yakimono
theyregooddogs - Season 3 Episode 9: ... and the Woman Clothed with the Sun
theyregooddogs - Season 1 Episode 8: Fromage
theyregooddogs - Season 2 Episode 8: Su-zakana
theyregooddogs - Season 2 Episode 13: Mizumono
theyregooddogs - Heart Game Write-up
theyregooddogs - Important Points
theyregooddogs - Season 2 Episode 2: Sakizuki
theyregooddogs - Season 3 Episode 2: Primavera
theyregooddogs - Season 3 Episode 6: Dolce
theyregooddogs - Season 1 Episode 4: Oeuf
theyregooddogs - Season 3 Episode 12: The Number of the Beast is 666
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Season 3 Episode 4: Apertivo
Date: 2019-01-30 11:44 am (UTC)WILL: Well now, that's not true for either of us.
WILL: 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.
JACK: You told him we knew.
WILL: I told him to leave. ... 'Cause I wanted him to run.
JACK: Why?
WILL: Because... Because he was my friend. And because I wanted to run away with him.
ALANA: Friendship with Hannibal is blackmail elevated to the level of love.
WILL: A mutually unspoken pact to ignore the worst in one another in order to continue enjoying the best.
ALANA: After everything he's done, can you still ignore the worst in him?
WILL: I came here to be alone, Alana. If you wouldn't mind.
Important Points:
Season 1 Episode 9: Trou Normand
Date: 2019-03-10 12:04 am (UTC)HANNIBAL: You’re disassociating, Will. It’s a desperate survival mechanism for a psyche that endures repeated abuse.
WILL: I’m not abused.
HANNIBAL: You have an empathy disorder. What you feel is overwhelming you.
WILL: I know, I know, I know.
HANNIBAL: Yet you choose to ignore it. That is the abuse I’m referring to.
WILL: You want me to quit?
HANNIBAL: Jack Crawford gave you a chance to quit and you didn’t take it. Why?
WILL: I save lives.
HANNIBAL: And that feels good.
WILL: Generally speaking, yes.
HANNIBAL: What about your life? I’m your friend, Will. I don’t care about the lives you save. I care about your life. And your life is separating from reality.
HANNIBAL: And faced with this killer’s achievements, your mind needed to escape and you lost time.
WILL: Yes.
HANNIBAL: I’m worried about you, Will.
WILL: I’m worried about me, too.
HANNIBAL: You empathize so completely with the killers Jack Crawford has your mind wrapped around that you lose yourself to them. What if you lose time and hurt yourself or someone else? I don’t want you to wake up and see a totem of your own making.
WILL: Come on in. I promise I won’t try to kiss you again. Unless you stopped taking your own advice.
ALANA: A doctor who treats herself has a fool for a patient. I regretted leaving your house the other night.
WILL: Regretted? Implying that you are no longer regretting? Or are you still in a state of regret?
ALANA: I’m criss-crossing the state line.
WILL: What side of the line you on now?
ALANA: I’ve got a foot planted firmly on both sides.
WILL: You telling me that to confuse me?
ALANA: I’m telling you to be honest about how I feel. Don’t want to mislead you but I don’t want to lie either.
WILL: I won’t lie if you won’t.
ALANA: I have feelings for you, Will. But I don’t want to just have an affair with you. It would be reckless.
WILL: Why? It’s not because you have a professional curiosity about me.
ALANA: No, it’s because I think you’re unstable. And until that changes I can only be your friend.
WILL: Thank you for not lying.
ALANA: Do you feel unstable?
ABIGAIL: Yes, things change. For instance, you’re here. For a change.
WILL: Things are changing for me, too. Doing some accounting for what’s important in my life and what isn’t. You’re important, Abigail.
ABIGAIL: Now that I’m writing a book.
HANNIBAL: Abigail.
WILL: I can’t help feeling some responsibility for you.
ABIGAIL: Just because you killed my dad doesn’t mean you get to be him.
WILL: Abigail Hobbs killed Nick Boyle.
HANNIBAL: Yes, I know.
WILL: Tell me why you know.
HANNIBAL: I helped her dispose of the body.
WILL: Evidently not well enough.
HANNIBAL: Have you told Jack Crawford?
WILL: No.
HANNIBAL: Why not?
WILL: I was hoping it wasn’t true.
HANNIBAL: Now you know the truth.
WILL: Do I?
HANNIBAL: Everything you know about that night is true. Except the end. Nicholas Boyle attacked us. Abigail’s only crime was to defend herself and I lied about it.
WILL: Why?
HANNIBAL: You know why. Jack Crawford would hang her for what her father’s done. The world would burn Abigail in his place. That would be the story. That would be what Freddie Lounds writes. Abigail is no more a killer than you are for shooting her father or I am for the death of Tobias Budge.
WILL: It’s not our place to decide.
HANNIBAL: If not ours, then whose? Who knows Abigail better than you and I? Or the burden she bears? We are her fathers now. We have to serve her better than Garret Jacob Hobbs.
HANNIBAL: If you go to Jack, then you murder Abigail’s future. If she is ever to have the life she deserves, then we have to tell no one. ... Do I need to call my lawyer?
HANNIBAL: What we’re doing here is the right thing, Will. For Abigail. In time, this will be the only story any of us cares to tell.
Important Points
Season 1 Episode 2: Amuse Bouche
Date: 2019-04-14 06:31 am (UTC)ALANA: How are you, Will?
WILL: I have no idea.
ALANA: That may change. I didn't want you to be ambushed—
WILL: Is this an ambush?
ALANA: Ambush is later. Immediately later, soon to now. When Jack arrives consider yourself ambushed.
WILL: Here's Jack.
JACK: How was class?
WILL: They applauded, it was inappropriate.
JACK: Review board begs to differ. You’re up for a commendation and they okay'd active return to the field.
ALANA: Question is... Do you want to go back in the field?
JACK: I want you to go back in the field, but I told the board I'm recommending a psych evaluation.
WILL: Are we starting now?
ALANA: Session wouldn't be with me.
JACK: Hannibal Lecter might be a better fit. Your relationship's not as personal. But if you'd be more comfortable with Dr. Bloom—
WILL: I'm not going to be comfortable with anybody inside my head.
ALANA: You've never killed someone before, Will. It's a deadly force encounter. It's a lot to digest.
WILL: I used to work homicide. I've got a good metabolism.
JACK: Reason you currently "used to" work homicide is you couldn't stomach pulling the trigger. You just pulled the trigger ten times.
WILL: So, psych eval's not a formality?
JACK: It's so I can sleep. I asked you to get close to Hobbs and I need to know you didn't get too close. How many times have you spent the night in Abigail Hobbs' hospital room?
WILL: Therapy doesn't work on me.
JACK: 'Cause you won't let it.
WILL: 'Cause I know all the tricks.
JACK: Un-learn some tricks.
ALANA: Why not have a conversation with Hannibal? He was there. He knows what you went through.
JACK: I need my beauty sleep, Will!
WILL: What's this?
HANNIBAL: Your Psychological Evaluation. You're totally functional and more or less sane. Well done.
WILL: Did you just rubber stamp me?
HANNIBAL: Jack Crawford may lay his weary head to rest knowing he didn't break you and our conversation can proceed unobstructed by paperwork.
WILL: Jack thinks I need therapy.
HANNIBAL: I'm not sure therapy will work on you. Stealing into other minds has taught you how to fortify your own.
WILL: That's what I said.
HANNIBAL: What you need is a way out of dark places when Jack sends you there.
WILL: Last time he sent me into a dark place I brought something back.
HANNIBAL: A surrogate daughter? You saved Abigail Hobbs' life. You also orphaned her. It comes with certain emotional obligations, regardless of empathy disorders.
WILL: You were there. You saved her life, too. Do you feel obligated?
HANNIBAL: 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.
WILL: Jack thinks Abigail Hobbs might've helped her dad kill those girls.
HANNIBAL: How does that make you feel?
WILL: How does it make you feel?
HANNIBAL: I find it vulgar.
WILL: Me, too.
HANNIBAL: And entirely possible.
WILL: It's not what happened.
HANNIBAL: Jack will ask her when she wakes up or he'll have one of us ask her.
WILL: Is this therapy or a support group?
HANNIBAL: It's whatever you need it to be. Will, the mirrors in your mind can reflect the best of yourself and not the worst of someone else.
BEVERLY: I'm pretty sure firearm "accuracy" isn't a prerequisite for teaching.
WILL: I've been in the field before.
BEVERLY: Now you're back in the saddle. Ish.
WILL: Ish, indeed. It took me ten shots to drop Hobbs.
BEVERLY: 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.
WILL: Probably not.
BEVERLY: I suggested one of those clacking, swinging ball things.
WILL: That would have been funny.
BEVERLY: You're a Weaver? I took you for an isosceles guy.
WILL: I have a rotator-cuff issue, so I have to use the Weaver stance.
BEVERLY: You are tight.
WILL: I got stabbed when I was a cop.
BEVERLY: I got stabbed in the third grade. With a number 2 pencil. Thought I was going to get lead poisoning.
WILL: Uh, no lead in a pencil. Graphite.
Beverly adjusts Will's stance.
BEVERLY: See if that helps with the recoil.
WILL: Better. Jack sent you all the way down here to teach me how to shoot?
BEVERLY: No, Jack sent me down here to find out what you know about gardening.
HANNIBAL: It's stress. Not worth reporting. The mechanism that distinguishes conscious perceptions from internal perceptions misfired. You displaced the victim of another killer's crime with what could arguably be considered your victim.
WILL: I don't consider Hobbs my victim.
HANNIBAL: What do you consider him?
WILL: Dead.
HANNIBAL: Is it harder imagining the thrill somebody else feels killing now that you've done it yourself?
Will is unable to answer but eventually nervously nods.
WILL: Maybe he admires their ability to connect the way human minds can't.
HANNIBAL: Yours can.
WILL: Haha, yeah, no. Not physically.
HANNIBAL: Is that what your farmer is looking for? Some sort of connection.
WILL: What are you reading?
ALANA: Flannery O'Connor. When I was Abigail's age I was obsessed. I even tried to raise peacocks because she raised peacocks, but they're really stupid birds.
WILL: You could be reading to a killer.
ALANA: Innocent until guilty and all that. I'm about to broach the subject of that "Takes One to Know One" article.
WILL: Oh, that. Did Jack send you?
ALANA: No, I sent me.
WILL: I don't think we've ever been in a room alone together.
ALANA: I haven't noticed. Have we? Not that we're necessarily alone now.
WILL: Yeah, right. Back to Jack Crawford's crime gimp.
ALANA: Certainly creates an image. I don't need to talk about it if you don't.
WILL: No, no. We can talk about or not talk about whatever you want. Actually, I was just, I was just enjoying listening to you read.
ALANA: Abigail Hobbs is a success for you.
WILL: She doesn't look success.
ALANA: Don't feel sorry for yourself because you saved this girl's life.
WILL: I don't. I don't feel sorry for myself at all. I feel— I feel, uh, good.
ELDON: We all evolved from mycelium. I'm simply reintroducing her to the concept.
WILL: By burying her alive?
ELDON: The journalist said you understood me.
WILL: I don't.
ELDON: Well, you would have. You would have! Walk into a field of mycelium, they know you're there. They know you are there! Their spores reach for you as you pass by. I know who you're reaching for. I know. Abigail Hobbs. You should have let me plant her. You would have found her in a field where she was finally able to reach back.
HANNIBAL: When you shot Eldon Stammets... Who was it that you saw?
WILL: I didn't see Hobbs.
HANNIBAL: Then, it's not Hobbs' ghost that's haunting you, is it? It's the inevitability of there being a man so bad that killing him felt good.
WILL: Killing Hobbs felt just.
HANNIBAL: Which is why you're here. To prove that sprig of zest you feel is from saving Abigail, not from killing her dad.
WILL: I didn't feel a sprig of zest when I shot Eldon Stammets.
HANNIBAL: You didn't kill Eldon Stammets.
WILL: I thought about killing him. I'm still not entirely sure that wasn't my intention pulling the trigger.
HANNIBAL: If your intention was to kill him, it's because you understand why he did the things he did. It's beautiful in it's own way. Giving voice to the unmentionable.
WILL: I should have stuck to fixing boat motors in Louisiana.
HANNIBAL: A boat engine is a machine. A predictable problem, easy to solve. You fail, there's a paddle. Where was your paddle with Hobbs?
WILL: You're supposed to be my paddle.
HANNIBAL: I am. It wasn't the act of killing Hobbs that got you down, was it? Did you really feel so bad because killing him felt so good?
Will struggles but finally speaks quietly, stammering.
WILL: ... I liked killing Hobbs.
HANNIBAL: Killing must feel good to God, too. He does it all the time, and are we not created in his image?
WILL: That depends on who you ask.
HANNIBAL: God's terrific. He dropped a church roof on thirty-four of his worshipers last Wednesday night in Texas, while they sang a hymn.
WILL: Did God feel good about that?
HANNIBAL: He felt powerful.
Season 2 Episode 7: Yakimono
Date: 2019-06-14 09:47 pm (UTC)WILL: This is very sudden.
CHILTON: The federal prosecutor has dropped all charges. Since you weren't convicted of killing anyone, the basis for your sentencing to this institution is null and void. The Chesapeake Ripper has set you free. Mazel tov. I would love nothing more than to see you trade places with Dr. Lecter. I have no intention of ending up on his menu.
WILL: Well, then confess, Frederick. Might be the only thing saves your life.
CHILTON: Confess to what?
WILL: Confess to bonding with Hannibal Lecter over your mutual practice of unorthodox therapies. Dr. Lecter with me, you with Abel Gideon.
CHILTON: Abel Gideon has been playing his own game. Was wheeled out of that hospital by the Chesapeake Ripper. Curious what bargain they struck.
WILL: No, there's no bargaining with smoke. No, Gideon's dead. You're next.
CHILTON: Unless I unburden myself?
WILL: Confession's good for the soul. Shine a light on your relationship with Hannibal Lecter. He works in the shadows. Deny them to him. Tell Jack Crawford everything.
CHILTON: Are you suggesting I kill my career before Hannibal can kill me?
WILL: I'm suggesting you convince Jack Crawford however you can. Like your life depends on it.
CHILTON: Why did Hannibal not just kill you?
WILL: Because he wants to be my friend.
JACK: We found Miriam Lass. Alive.
WILL: You catch the Ripper?
Jack shakes his head; he hasn't.
WILL: How is she? Miriam.
JACK: Traumatized. Miriam thanked me after we found her. Thanked me for not giving up on her. But I had. I had given up on her. And I gave up on you, too. I thought she was dead. I thought you were crazy. And I gave up on trying to find you both.
WILL: You didn't have to find me, Jack. You just had to listen to me.
JACK: I put Miriam in a room with Hannibal Lecter. She stated definitively he is not the Chesapeake Ripper.
WILL: That definitive enough for you?
JACK: No. It wasn't.
WILL: Picking up some of my bad habits?
ALANA: Picking up your good habits. You challenged my whole framework of assumptions about the way you are. The way I think you are.
WILL: Well, the way you think I am isn't always a reliable guide to who I am.
ALANA: I was wrong about you.
WILL: Because you didn't believe me? Or in me? Because you let me question my own sanity, my sense of reality?
ALANA: Because you tried to kill Hannibal. You're wrong about him.
WILL: No, you're wrong about him, Alana. You see the best in him. I don't.
ALANA: What was done to you doesn't excuse what you did. Are you going to try to hurt Hannibal again? Is he safe?
WILL: From me? Or for you? He's dangerous, Alana. I suggest you stay as far away from Hannibal Lecter as you can.
WILL: Our last kitchen conversation was interrupted by Jack Crawford. I'd like to pick up where we left off. If memory serves, you were asking me if it'd feel good to kill you.
HANNIBAL: You've given that some thought.
WILL: You wanted me to embrace my nature, doctor. I'm just following the urges I kept down for so long, cultivating them as the inspirations they are.
HANNIBAL: You never answered my question. How would killing me make you feel?
WILL: Righteous.
HANNIBAL: Aren't you curious, Will? Why you? Why Miriam Lass? What does the Chesapeake Ripper want with you?
WILL: No, you tell me. How did Miriam Lass find you? You made sure no one could find you that way again.
HANNIBAL: If I'm not the Ripper, you murder an innocent man. You better than anyone know what it means to be wrongly accused. You were innocent, and no one saw it.
WILL: No, I'm not innocent. You saw to that.
HANNIBAL: If I am the Ripper and you kill me, who will answer your questions? Don't you want to know how this ends?
WILL: Why did you come alone, Jack?
JACK: Where is he?
WILL: Why did you come alone?
JACK: Is he in the house?
WILL: I told you everything isn't what it seems. The Chesapeake Ripper is still playing with us. All of us.
JACK: I'm not playing.
WILL: You going to kill Chilton? Jack up the law and get underneath it?
JACK: You wagging the same tongue that gave the order to kill Hannibal?
WILL: Difference is, Chilton's not the Chesapeake Ripper. Hannibal is.
JACK: The Chesapeake Ripper isn't playing all of us, Will. He's playing you.
WILL: Jack. Wait. Let me bring him out. He's got a gun.
JACK: Good.
HANNIBAL: Hello, Will.
WILL: May I come in?
HANNIBAL: Do you intend to point a gun at me?
WILL: Not tonight. Are you expecting someone?
HANNIBAL: Only you.
WILL: Kept my standing appointment open?
HANNIBAL: And you're right on time.
WILL: I have to deal with you. And my feelings about you. I think it's best if I do that directly.
HANNIBAL: First you have to grieve for what is lost and what has changed.
WILL: I've changed. You changed me.
HANNIBAL: The friendship that we had is over. The Chesapeake Ripper is over.
WILL: It had to be Miriam, didn't it? She was compelled to take his life so she could take her own back.
HANNIBAL: How will you take your life back?
WILL: I'd like to resume my therapy.
HANNIBAL: Where shall we begin?
Season 3 Episode 9: ... and the Woman Clothed with the Sun
Date: 2019-06-15 04:41 am (UTC)HANNIBAL: That's the same atrocious aftershave you wore in court.
WILL: Hello, Dr. Lecter.
HANNIBAL: Hello, Will. Did you get my note?
WILL: I got it. Thank you.
HANNIBAL: Did you read it before you destroyed it? Or did you simply toss it into the nearest fire?
WILL: I read it. And then I burned it.
HANNIBAL: And you came anyway. I'm glad you came. My other callers are all professional. Banal psychiatrists and grasping second-raters. Pencil-lickers.
WILL: I want you to help me, Dr. Lecter.
HANNIBAL: Yes, I thought so. Are we no longer on a first-name basis?
WILL: I'm more comfortable the less personal we are.
HANNIBAL: I smell dogs and pine and oil beneath that shaving lotion. It's something a child would select, isn't it? There a child in your life, Will?
WILL: I'm here about Chicago and Buffalo. You've read about it, I'm sure.
HANNIBAL: I've read the papers. I can't clip them. They won't let me have scissors, of course. You want to know how he's choosing them.
WILL: Thought you would have some ideas.
HANNIBAL: You just came here to look at me. Came to get the old scent again. Why don't you just smell yourself?
WILL: I expected more of you, doctor. That routine is old hat.
HANNIBAL: Whereas you are a new man. Are you a good father, Will? Let me have the file. An hour, and we can discuss it like old times.
WILL: Thank you.
HANNIBAL: Family values may have declined over the last century, but we still help our families when we can. You're family, Will.
ALANA: It's good to see you looking so well, Will. But I can't help wishing you weren't here.
WILL: Wishing and hoping.
ALANA: How did it feel to see him again?
WILL: Like Hannibal was looking through to the back of my skull. Felt like a fly flitting around in there. I had the absurd feeling that he walked out with me. Had to stop outside the doors and look around, make sure I was alone.
ALANA: I know that feeling. At least Jack Crawford's pleased.
WILL: He showed me pictures of the families. I looked at Molly and Walter and couldn't say no.
ALANA: And Jack was counting on it.
WILL: Are you still with Margot?
ALANA: Yes. We have a baby. A Verger baby. A son.
WILL: Good for Margot.
ALANA: Good for me. I carried him. He's my son. He's the Verger heir.
WILL: Then what are you doing here?
ALANA: There are only five doors between Hannibal and the outside. And I have the keys to every one of them. Hannibal has never been great with boundaries. "He who sups with the Devil needs a long spoon."
WILL: I am not letting him in, Alana. Don't worry about me.
ALANA: Last time, it didn't end with you.
HANNIBAL: The first small bond to the killer itches and stings like a leech. Like you, Will, he needs a family to escape what's inside him. You know a fair amount about how these families died. How they lived is how he chooses them.
WILL: How is he choosing them?
HANNIBAL: How did you choose yours? Ready-made wife and child to serve your needs. A stepson or daughter -- a stepson absolves you of any biological blame. You know better than to breed. Can't pass on those terrible traits you fear the most.
FREDDIE: Now are you just keeping America clean or is that evidence?
WILL: You're trespassing, Freddie.
FREDDIE: I was trespassing before the blood dried. When did they call you in?
WILL: I'm not talking to you.
FREDDIE: We're co-conspirators, Will. I died for you and your cause.
WILL: You didn't die enough. You came into my hospital room while I was asleep. You flipped back the sheets and shot a picture of my temporary colostomy bag.
FREDDIE: Covered your junk with a black box. A big black box. You're welcome.
WILL: You called us "murder husbands".
FREDDIE: You did run off to Europe together. How does the Tooth Fairy compare to Hannibal Lecter? Haven't seen anything like this since the Massacre at Muskrat Farm. Funny thing about that massacre. Not only did Dr. Bloom survive, she got rich. Lecter's living in the lap under her care. What kind of arrangement you suppose they have?
WILL: A complicated one.
FREDDIE: Couldn't be more complicated than your relationship with Hannibal. You paid him a visit? Before you lie, know that I know that you did.
WILL: Good-bye, Freddie.
FREDDIE: "Federal manhunters, stymied in their search for the Tooth Fairy, have turned to the most savage killer in captivity for help. 'It takes one to catch one,' a federal official told this reporter."
WILL: "Takes one to catch one"? You referring to me or Hannibal Lecter?
FREDDIE: I'll let my readers decide. If you're smart, you'd use me. All psychopaths are narcissists. They love to read about themselves.
MOLLY: Hello, hotshot. Doing some good?
WILL: None you'd notice. I'm lonesome.
MOLLY: Me, too. I'm feeling Randy.
WILL: Me, too.
MOLLY: Randy's our new dog.
WILL: Oh, hell.
MOLLY: Randy's got huge balls.
WILL: Never mind about his balls.
MOLLY: They almost drag on the ground. He has to retract them when he runs. Can you retract yours?
WILL: I retracted them once when I was a kid. Had to clear a barbed-wire fence, carrying a stolen watermelon.
MOLLY: A criminal mind even at that age.
WILL: I don't have a criminal mind.
MOLLY: Of course you don't.
WILL: We have a new, new dog.
MOLLY: Newer than Randy?
WILL: Belonged to one of the families. There was no one left to claim her. So I claimed her. I'm not worrying about her, just taking care of her.
MOLLY: You're a very sweet man. I love you and I miss you and you're doing the right thing. It's costing you, too, I know that. I'm here. I'll be here whenever you come home.
WILL: Good night, Molly.
Season 1 Episode 8: Fromage
Date: 2019-06-15 06:12 am (UTC)ALANA: So, you invited me over to help you collect animal parts?
WILL: I invited you over on the off chance we do find it alive. Hard to wrangle a wounded animal by myself. Did you think it was a date?
ALANA: Honestly, it never crossed my mind.
WILL: Oh, heh heh. Why not?
ALANA: You just don’t seem like you date.
WILL: Too broken to date?
ALANA: You’re not broken.
WILL: What’s your excuse?
ALANA: For not dating? Why are you assuming I don’t date?
WILL: Do you?
ALANA: No. Seems like something for somebody else. I’m sure I’ll become that somebody some day but, right now, I think too much.
WILL: So, what are you gonna do? Are you gonna try to think less, or are you just gonna wait until it happens naturally?
ALANA: I haven't thought about it. ... Are you seeing anything?
WILL: No, actually. I'm not even seeing any track. I mean, except for the ones we made.
JACK: Will, is it me, or is it getting easier for you to look?
WILL: I tell myself it’s purely an intellectual exercise.
JACK: In the narrow view of forensics, that’s exactly what it is.
WILL: It’s not any easier, Jack. (taking some pills) I shake it off. Keep on locking.
JACK: Good. You shake it off. Get to work. We'll come back in when you're ready for us.
ALANA: What kind of animal was it?
WILL: Might’ve been a raccoon.
ALANA: Might’ve been?
WILL: By the time I knocked a hole in the chimney, it crawled out the top.
ALANA: At least it got out.
WILL: What are you doing out?
ALANA: Thought I’d come over, make some noise, shoo away any predators at your door, but looks like you were making plenty of noise all by yourself.
WILL: You avoided being in a room alone with me, essentially, since I met you. I mean, you were smooth about it.
ALANA: Evidently not smooth enough.
WILL: Now you’re making house calls?
ALANA: Just a drive-by on my way home. Since you’re not my patient.
WILL: No. I’m not.
Will closes in on Alana and kisses her.
ALANA: I’m confused.
WILL: You have to stop thinking so much.
ALANA: I can stop the thinking if we’re not... But if we’re...
WILL: Intimate.
ALANA: The way I am in relationships... Not that this is a relationship. It’s just a kiss. A great kiss. But the way I am isn’t compatible with....
WILL: The way I am.
ALANA: I wouldn’t be good for you. You wouldn’t be good for me, and I wouldn’t be able to stop analyzing, because I have this professional curiosity about you.
Will kisses Alana again.
WILL: I am not your patient.
ALANA: If I were my patient, my advice to me would be, "Don’t do this". I have to follow my own advice. I’m gonna go ahead and go now. Good night.
HANNIBAL: Tell me, what was Alana’s reaction?
WILL: She said she wouldn’t be good for me, and I wouldn’t be good for her.
HANNIBAL: I don’t disagree. She would feel an obligation to her field of study to observe you. And you would resent her for it.
WILL: I know.
HANNIBAL: Wondering then why you kissed her and felt compelled to drive an hour in the snow to tell me about it.
WILL: Ah, well, I wanted to kiss her since I met her. She's very kissable.
HANNIBAL: You waited a long time, which suggests you were kissing her for a reason in addition to wanting to.
WILL: I heard an animal trapped in my chimney. I broke through the wall to get it out. Didn’t find anything inside. Alana showed up. She looked at me, maybe her face changed, I don’t know. But she knew.
HANNIBAL: What did she know, Will?
WILL: There was no animal in my chimney. It was only in my head. I sleep walk. I get headaches. I am hearing things. I feel unstable.
HANNIBAL: That’s why you kissed her. A clutch for balance. You said yourself what you do is not good for you.
WILL: Unfortunately, I am good for it.
Season 2 Episode 8: Su-zakana
Date: 2019-12-24 12:58 pm (UTC)JACK: Thought trout were hunters. They should be chewing on my hook.
WILL: In the cold, their metabolisms drop. They're not as hungry.
JACK: That's the question. How do you catch a fish who isn't hungry?
WILL: You have to change tactics. Use live bait that moves and excites them to action. Gotta make him bite even though he's not hungry.
JACK: Make him act on instinct. He's always a predator.
WILL: You have to create a reality where only you and the fish exist, where your lure becomes what he wants most, despite everything he knows.
JACK: Wrong move and he swims away.
WILL: I'm a good fisherman, Jack.
JACK: You hook him, I'll land him.
WILL: I don't want you to see me. I don't want you to see what I do. I want to calm you, comfort you. There's so much comfort in darkness. But not for one of you. I took your life and then tried to give it back to you. I hope that the forces of death and biology will bring you rebirth.
Will reveals that the body was hidden away by someone who was grieving the victim's death.
HANNIBAL: How does it feel consulting again with Jack Crawford and the FBI? Last time it nearly destroyed you.
WILL: Last time you nearly destroyed me.
HANNIBAL: After everything that's happened, Will, you still believe—
WILL: You can stop right there. You may have to pretend, but I don't.
HANNIBAL: No, you don't. Not with me.
WILL: I don't expect you to admit anything. You can't. But I prefer sins of omission to outright lies, Dr. Lecter. Don't lie to me.
HANNIBAL: Will you return the courtesy? Why have you resumed your therapy?
WILL: Can't just talk to any psychiatrist about what's kicking round my head.
HANNIBAL: Do you fantasize about killing me?
WILL: Yes.
HANNIBAL: Tell me. How would you do it?
WILL: With my hands.
HANNIBAL: Then, we haven't moved past apologies and forgiveness.
WILL: We've moved past a lot of things. I discovered a truth about myself when I tried to have you killed.
HANNIBAL: That doing bad things to bad people makes you feel good?
WILL: Yes.
HANNIBAL: I need to know if you're going to try to kill me again, Will.
WILL: I don't want to kill you anymore, Dr. Lecter, not now that I finally find you interesting.
WILL: You're making a mistake, Jack.
JACK: I've got nothing to hold him on.
WILL: Peter Bernardone is psychologically disadvantaged. He's been manipulated. As his social worker, this man is in a position of trust. He betrayed that trust. ... I know what it's like to point at a killer and have no one listen.
JACK: You pointed in the wrong direction.
This is a staged conversation, showing a growing wedge between Jack and Will for Hannibal to take advantage of.
HANNIBAL: You look like a man who has suffered an irrevocable loss.
WILL: I'm trying to prevent one.
HANNIBAL: Do you think if you save Peter Bernardone, you can save yourself?
WILL: Save myself from what, Dr. Lecter?
HANNIBAL: From who you perceive me to be.
WILL: I'm afraid I need to be saved from who you perceive me to be.
HANNIBAL: Many troublesome behaviors strike when you are uncertain of yourself. Peter Bernardone lies in the same darkness that holds you.
WILL: No. I'm alone in that darkness.
HANNIBAL: You're not alone, Will. I'm standing right beside you.
WILL: What was done to you was cruelty for cruelty's sake.
PETER: I think... I hate him.
WILL: I envy your hate. Makes it much easier when you know how to feel.
CLARK: Officer, I'm the victim here.
WILL: I'm not an officer. I'm Peter's friend.
CLARK: Peter's confused.
Will drops his sight slightly, taken aback, before leveling the gun again.
WILL: I'm not. Pick up the hammer.
HANNIBAL: It won't feel the same, Will. It won't feel like killing me.
WILL: It doesn't have to.
HANNIBAL: You did the best anyone could do for Peter. Don't do this for him. If you're going to do this, Will... You have to do it for yourself. ... This is not the reckoning you promised yourself.
Will pulls the trigger, but the gun does not fire as Hannibal has placed his thumb between the hammer and the chamber. In a haze, Will allows Hannibal to take the gun but is unable to focus on reality.
HANNIBAL: With all my knowledge and intrusion, I could never entirely predict you. I can feed the caterpillar, whisper through the chrysalis, but what hatches follows its own nature and is beyond me.
Season 2 Episode 13: Mizumono
Date: 2020-03-29 04:01 am (UTC)WILL: We're all desperate for a little hope. I want to ask you to do something for me, Freddie. Or, rather, don't. Don't write about Abigail. You can write about me, you can write about Hannibal. But leave Abigail alone.
FREDDIE: You really don't know if you're going to survive him, do you?
WILL: Just let her rest in peace.
HANNIBAL: When we've gone from this life, Jack Crawford and the FBI behind us, I will always have this place.
WILL: In your "memory palace"?
HANNIBAL: My palace is vast, even by medieval standards. The foyer is the Norman chapel in Palermo, severe and beautiful and timeless, with a single reminder of mortality: a skull graven in the floor.
WILL: All I need is a stream.
HANNIBAL: In those moments, when you can't overcome your surroundings, you can make it all go away.
WILL: Put my head back, close my eyes, wade into the quiet of the stream.
HANNIBAL: If I'm ever apprehended, my memory palace will serve as more than a mnemonic system, I will live there.
WILL: Could you be happy there?
HANNIBAL: All the palace chambers are not lovely, light and high. In the vaults of our hearts and brains, danger waits. There are holes in the floor of the mind.
HANNIBAL: It's also a term from the dead religion of psychoanalysis. An imago is an image of a loved one buried in the unconscious, carried with us all our lives.
WILL: An ideal.
HANNIBAL: The concept of an ideal. I have a concept of you, just as you have a concept of me.
WILL: Neither of us ideal.
HANNIBAL: Both of us are too curious about too many things for any ideals. —Is it ideal that Jack die?
WILL: It's necessary. What happens to Jack has been preordained.
HANNIBAL: We could disappear now. Tonight. Feed your dogs. Leave a note for Alana, and never see her or Jack again. Almost polite.
WILL: This'd be our last supper.
HANNIBAL: Of this life. I served lamb.
WILL: Sacrificial?
HANNIBAL: I don't need a sacrifice. Do you?
WILL: I need him to know. If I confessed to Jack Crawford right now...
HANNIBAL: I would forgive you. If Jack were to tell you all is forgiven, would you accept his forgiveness?
WILL: Jack isn't offering forgiveness. He wants justice. He wants to see you. See who you are. See what I've become. He wants the truth.
HANNIBAL: To the truth, then. And all its consequences.
WILL: Abigail...?
ABIGAIL: I don't know what else to do. So, I did what he told me to.
WILL: Where is he?
HANNIBAL: Hello, Will.
WILL: You were supposed to leave.
HANNIBAL: We couldn't leave without you.
Hannibal caresses Will's face, somber, before driving a knife through his abdomen, splitting his stomach open from one side to the other. Abigail is in stunned silence. Hannibal drops the knife and pulls Will close into a hug before holding him up to look him in the eye.
HANNIBAL: Time has reversed. The teacup I've shattered has come together. A place has been made once more in the world for Abigail. A place was made for all of us. Together. I wanted to surprise you. And you... wanted to surprise me.
Will drops to the ground.
HANNIBAL: I let you know me. See me. I gave you a rare gift. But you didn't want it.
WILL: Didn't I?
HANNIBAL: You deny me my life.
WILL: Not your life.
HANNIBAL: My freedom, then. You'd take that from. Confine me to a cell.
WILL: N-No...
HANNIBAL: Do you believe you could change me the way I've changed you?
WILL: I already did.
HANNIBAL: Fate and circumstance has returned us to the moment where the teacup shatters. I forgive you, Will. Will you forgive me?
WILL: Oh, don't... No... N-No...
HANNIBAL: Abigail, come to me.
Hannibal holds his hand out to Abigail who takes it. He pulls her into a tight grip, setting the knife against her throat in a familiar way, before drawing it and cutting her open again. Hannibal leans down to look Will in the eye as Abigail bleeds out.
HANNIBAL: You can make it all go away. Put your head back. Close your eyes. Wade into the quiet of the stream.
Will feebly tries to cover Abigail's wound before losing strength and simply holding onto her jacket, bathed in her blood and his own. He looks to the side and sees the stag, beaten and gasping for life before it eventually goes quiet.
Heart Game Write-up
Date: 2020-03-29 01:56 pm (UTC)Kou followed Alana's suggestion, but he didn't listen to Abigail. Eventually, he ran into Eldon Stammets and was buried alive.
Results
Date: 2020-03-29 02:49 pm (UTC)i'm tired . . .
Important Points
Date: 2020-03-30 02:54 am (UTC)Season 2 Episode 7 Yakimono, Season 1 Episode 8 Fromage, and Season 2 Episode 13 were taken off-screen without Silver. The key points from them are:
Season 2 Episode 2: Sakizuki
Date: 2020-04-25 07:10 am (UTC)HANNIBAL: You said the light from friendship won't reach us for a million years, that's how far away we were. I hope our friendship feels closer today.
WILL: Friends have a symmetrical relationship. Psychiatrist and patient, that's unbalanced.
HANNIBAL: There is a power differential between psychiatrist and patient. One that I'm well aware of, particularly with my own therapist.
WILL: But we're just having conversations.
HANNIBAL: You threatened me with a reckoning.
WILL: I did. I can't claim unconsciousness on that one.
HANNIBAL: You were searching for something in your head to incriminate me. I can only assume you didn't find it.
WILL: Not much in there I recognize.
HANNIBAL: Whatever you remember, if you do remember, will be a distortion of reality. Not the truth of events.
WILL: I'm realizing that.
BEDELIA: I've heard so much about you, I almost feel as though I know you.
WILL: You don't.
BEDELIA: No, I don't, but I understand you better than I thought.
BEDELIA: It may be small comfort, but I am convinced Hannibal has done what he honestly believes is best for you.
WILL: No, that isn't small comfort. That would be no comfort.
BEDELIA: The traumatized are unpredictable because we know we can survive. You can survive this happening to you.
WILL: Happening to me?
BEDELIA moves closer, whispering: I believe you.
NOT MUCH HERE . . . Will was ready to risk his life on the certainty that he did not kill anyone. While he was find resources to protect himself, Bedelia rocked him to his core by believing in him which is all he really needed.
Season 3 Episode 2: Primavera
Date: 2020-05-12 07:47 am (UTC)ABIGAIL: He wanted us to live.
WILL: He left us to die.
ABIGAIL: But we didn't. He was supposed to take me with him. We were all supposed to leave together. He made a place for us.
WILL: Abigail...
ABIGAIL: Why did you lie to him?
WILL: The wrong thing being the right thing to do was too ugly a thought.
ABIGAIL: He gave you a chance to take it all back, and you just kept lying. No one had to die.
WILL: It's hard to grasp what would've happened, could've happened. In some other world... Did happen.
ABIGAIL: Having a hard enough time dealing with this world. Hope some of the other worlds are easier on me.
WILL: Everything that can happen happens. Has to end well, and it has to end badly. Has to end every way it can. This is the way it ended for us.
ABIGAIL: We don't have an ending. He didn't give us one yet. He wants us to find him.
WILL: After everything he's done, you would still go to him?
ABIGAIL: If everything that can happen happens, you can't really do the wrong thing. You're just doing what you're supposed to do.
ABIGAIL: Do you believe in God?
WILL: What I believe is closer to science fiction than anything in the Bible.
ABIGAIL: We all know, but no one ever says G-dash-D won't do a G-dash-D-damned thing to answer anybody's prayers.
WILL: God can't save any of us because it's inelegant. Elegance is more important than suffering. That's His design.
ABIGAIL: You talking about God or Hannibal?
WILL: Hannibal's not God. Wouldn't have any fun being God. Defying God-- Now, that's his idea of a good time. Nothing would thrill Hannibal more than to see this roof collapse mid-Mass, packed pews, choir singing. He would just love it. And he thinks God would love it, too.
WILL, laughing: I do feel closer to Hannibal here. God only knows where I would be without him.
ABIGAIL: What did you see?
WILL: He left us his broken heart.
ABIGAIL: How did he know we were here?
WILL: He didn't. But he knew we'd come.
ABIGAIL: He misses us.
WILL: Hannibal follows several trains of thought at once without distraction from any, and one of the trains is always for his own amusement.
ABIGAIL: He's playing with us.
WILL: Always. You still want to go with him?
ABIGAIL: Yes.
WILL: He gave you back to me. Then took you away. Lucy and the football. He just keeps pulling you away... What if no one died? What if we all left together? Like we were supposed to. After he served the lamb. Where would we have gone?
ABIGAIL: In some other world?
WILL: In some other world.
ABIGAIL: He said he made a place for us.
WILL: A place was made for you, Abigail, in this world. The only place I could make for you.
Important Points:
Season 3 Episode 6: Dolce
Date: 2020-05-18 07:44 am (UTC)JACK: If Rinaldo Pazzi decided to do his job as an officer of the law, he would have determined very quickly that he was Hannibal Lecter. Would have taken less than thirty minutes to get a warrant.
WILL: Those resources were denied to Pazzi. As soon as he decided to sell Hannibal, he became a bounty hunter.
JACK: Outside the law and alone. Well, here we are: outside the law and alone.
WILL: Have you told la polizia they're looking for Hannibal Lecter?
JACK: They're motivated to find Dr. Fell inside the law. Knowing who he is, what he's worth, it will just coax them out of bounds.
WILL: That'd be a free-for-all.
JACK: Hannibal would slip away. Would you slip away with him?
WILL: Part of me will always want to.
JACK: You have to cut that part out.
WILL: Oh, of course, you found him here. Not because of the exhibit, but because of the crowd it attracts. You had him, Jack. He was beaten. Why didn't you kill him?
JACK: Maybe, I need you to.
WILL: Oh, please. You need to get over yourself, whatever self that is, Bedelia.
BEDELIA: My name is Lydia Fell.
WILL: You expect us to believe that you somehow lost yourself in the hot darkness of Hannibal Lecter's mind? That Lydia Fell is some construct?
JACK, showing a missing persons poster: It is you. Isn't it?
BEDELIA: Well, now, I'm very confused.
WILL: I - Don't - Believe - You.
JACK: You... Are not confused... Bedelia.
BEDELIA: That is not my name.
WILL: Oh, you know who you are and what you've done, and you know exactly how you're going to wiggle out of it. What is this? Sedatives? Hypnotics? Ethanol? Scopolamine? Midazolam?
JACK: Same cocktail Dr. Lecter served Miriam Lass. You've been freebasing your alibi. And I'm not even mad at you. To tell the truth, I'm fairly impressed.
WILL: Mostly because you're still alive. When this fog of yours clears, I'd love to hear how you managed that.
BEDELIA: You say my husband murdered a chief investigator. Where are the polizia? Shouldn't they be questioning me?
JACK: Don't worry. They will.
BEDELIA: They sure are taking their time. What could possibly be the delay? I have an idea. Do you?
JACK: They're being bought by the same people that bought Rinaldo Pazzi.
BEDELIA: Interest in my husband seems to be getting very competitive.
JACK: Will? ... Will?
BEDELIA: I wonder who will find him first.
HANNIBAL: If I saw you every day forever, Will, I would remember this time.
WILL: Strange seeing you here in front of me. Been staring at afterimages of you in places you haven't been in years.
HANNIBAL: "To market, to market, to buy a fat pig. Home again, home again, jiggity-jig."
WILL: I wanted to understand you before I laid eyes on you again. I needed it to be clear... What I was seeing.
HANNIBAL: Where does the difference between the past and the future come from?
WILL: Mine? Before you and after you. Yours? It's all starting to blur. Mischa. Abigail. Chiyoh.
HANNIBAL: How is Chiyoh?
WILL: Oh, she pushed me off a train.
HANNIBAL: Atta girl.
WILL: You and I have begun to blur.
HANNIBAL: Isn't that how you found me?
WILL: Every crime of yours feels like one I am guilty of. Not just Abigail's murder, every murder stretching backward and forward in time.
HANNIBAL: Freeing yourself from me and me freeing myself from you, they're the same.
WILL: We're conjoined. I'm curious whether either of us can survive separation.
HANNIBAL: Now is the hardest test: not letting rage and frustration, nor forgiveness, keep you from thinking. Shall we?
WILL: After you.
HANNIBAL: The bullet is still inside you. This will hurt. Chiyoh's always been very protective of me. Did she kill her tenant or did you?
WILL: She did.
HANNIBAL: Excellent.
Hannibal places Will's knife in his hand.
HANNIBAL: You dropped your forgiveness, Will. You forgive how God forgives. Would you have done it quickly, or would you have stopped to gloat?
WILL: Does God gloat?
HANNIBAL: Often.
Hannibal then sedates Will despite his protest, causing the knife to fall from his hand, and everything fades out.
WILL: I can almost taste the butter.
HANNIBAL: Taste and smell are the oldest senses, and the closest to the center of the mind.
WILL: Parts that precede pity and morality.
HANNIBAL: They play in the dome of our skulls, like miracles illuminated on a church ceiling. The ceremonies and sights and exchanges of dinner can be far more engaging than theater.
WILL: What's for dinner?
HANNIBAL: Never ask. Spoils the surprise.
JACK: We were supposed to sit down together at your house in Baltimore... Just the three of us.
HANNIBAL: You were to be the guest of honor.
WILL: But the menu was all wrong.
HANNIBAL: Yes, it was. Jack was the first to suggest getting inside your head. Now, we both have the opportunity to chew quite literally what we've only chewed figuratively.
Hannibal starts up a bone saw while Jack yells at him to stop. Will is quiet and motionless, save for the drum of the saw, and his vision begins to distort until it fades out to the sun bright in a cloud-filled sky.
Important Points
Season 1 Episode 4: Oeuf
Date: 2020-10-18 07:54 am (UTC)Season 3 Episode 12: The Number of the Beast is 666
Date: 2020-11-05 09:11 am (UTC)