Look, it's the finale where Abigail returns and then is killed. It's a bad time. Script.
Hannibal and Jack speak with Will about the coming collision between the two of them. In their own way, each asks if they can trust Will to kill the other when the time comes; Will promises he will to both.
Garrett sits on Will's porch, shushing the dogs. He rises with a gun that then moves to Will's hands. The house is perched in a tree, a bluff for hunting. He then chimes in, See?, urging Will on to shoot a target, the stag.
Will sits with Freddie in her hideaway. He tries his best to be civil with her, discussing resurrection and her career as a cancer journalist, when he asks for a favor of her.
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 is picking through his journals, burning them, to keep the FBI from investigating his patients, dismantling who he was in Baltimore to move to another.
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.
Alana talks with Will, explaining how devastated she is from all the revelations lately but credits Will for realizing it. He tries to soothe her by commenting on what it took him to realize, the traumatic. Together, they understand that they are not yet done and over with this. Alana accurately pinpoints that Will is placing a trap for Hannibal then questions if Hannibal isn't doing the same thing. Knowingly, Will admits that he can't know if he is.
Hannibal and Will are having dinner together, discussing the change to come upon them. Hannibal suggests not killing Jack, instead escaping with Will, but Will hesitates at the thought.
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.
Alana calls Will to warn him that he is going to be arrested for entrapment and the murder of Randall Tier as well as Jack. Will watches as the police cars drive up and says good-bye to Alana then hangs up in order to disappear. Later, in the woods and when safe, he calls Hannibal with an enigmatic warning, "They know."
Will arrives at Hannibal's home to find Alana stretched out, broken and bleeding, on the entrance landing. He covers her with his jacket then calls an ambulance for her. Alana warns him that Jack is inside, asking him to leave her. Will walks carefully into the kitchen, noting the blood seeping from under the pantry door, before he sees Abigail, crying and shivering.
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.
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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.