Hannibal 1.09: Trou Normand


Hannibal airs Thursdays at 10pm on NBC

PREVIOUSLY: Will’s looking at dead people and is spiralling further into a destructive ibuprofen addiction; Will and Alana kissed but SOMEBODY had to go be mature and responsible about the whole thing (not naming any names, Dr. Alana Bloom of Quantico); Abigail shanked the brother of Hannibal’s first I LOVE U WILL GRAHAM macaroni art victim and Hannibal helped her hide the body; and Jack was suspicious of Abigail and whether she helped Garrett Jacob Hobbs commit his murders.


I couldn't get a better cap than this, but the other side of the hat has a feather I think.

Some men get a fedora pass, and Laurence Fishburne is one of those men.

Does West Virginia even have a beach? Maybe it’s a lake. Who knows. Also, this episode was directed by Guillermo Navarro, the amazing cinematographer who works with Guillermo del Toro a lot and is really awesome.

Will pops some pills, and literally sighs as they approach our beach kabuki: a 20-foot tower of dismembered body parts, artfully arranged and beautifully constructed and probably surrounded by an unholy stank miasma.

"Hello, yes, Skymall? I would like to order 15 of your Stunning Elegant Body Towers for my yard. 236 million dollars? Sounds reasonable."

“Hello, yes, Skymall? I would like to order 15 of your Stunning Elegant Body Towers for my yard. 236 million dollars? Sounds reasonable.”*

CONFESSION: I actually already made a Skymall reference to this episode on Twitter last week, but. There are exactly three things that will always make me laugh, and those things are:

1. animals farting and being startled by it (“fartled animals”)
2. boys racking their nuts while trying to do stupid things, then laying facedown on the ground and shrieking
3. skymall


“World’s sickest jigsaw puzzle,” Fuckin Zeller says, snapping a photo.

“Where are the corners?” Price asks. Fuckin Zeller’s like “Corners? I’ve never completed a puzzle with more than 9 pieces so this ancient and common knowledge is BEYOND MY COMPREHENSION.”

Price explains that you build a jigsaw puzzle with the corner pieces first, and Fuckin Zeller’s like “IDK is it the skulls?” Katz says there are way too many heads for the seven bodies this tower is supposed to be constructed of. I’ve had a few sailors say that about me, if you know what I mean. (I don’t even know what I mean.)

“The head piece appears to be the only recent victim. The rest are years, even decades old. And we know that seven of the bodies were buried out here.” Jack says, pointing around at the circle of empty graves surrounding the body tower. God, his outfit is cute. Will’s is cute too, but Jack’s is super chic and adorable.

Jack says the killer defiled the victims’ graves, but Will says it was just an exposure, not a defilement. Speaking of exposure, I think I see some visible naked boobs on this thing. I saw a full boob in the first episode too. Out of respect for the victims (and laziness), I will leave the titties for you to find. Like a magical pervert adventure for bad people.

Will stares silently up at the tower, and Jack clears everyone out. Will walks a little ways away from the tower, then turns around. He goes into his mind palace.

I planned this moment, this monument, with precision. Collected all my raw materials in advance. I position the bodies carefully, according each its rightful place. Peace, in the pieces disassembled.

Muffled noises come from offscreen. A dude is tied up on the sand.

My latest victim, I save for last. I want him to watch me work. I want him to know my design.

Will steps over him, kneeling down, and sticks a knife into his heart.

This is my resume. This is my body of work. This is my legacy.

"Regretfully, Taco Bell is not hiring at this time. We will keep your resume on file until we stop screaming. Thank you for your interest in the company, Mr. Graham. Live Más!"

“Regretfully, Taco Bell is not hiring at this time. We will keep your resume on file until we stop screaming. Thank you for your interest in the company, Mr. Graham. Live Más!”

Will stares up at the tower, and a droplet of blood falls onto his cheek, knocking him out of his mind palace and into Hannibal’s waiting room. He’s disoriented, jumping when Hannibal comes out of his office and greets him with some surprise. Then Hannibal sees his face.

"Yay, Will's out of his mind! TIME TO FUCK SHIT UP."

“Yay, Will’s out of his mind! TIME TO FUCK SHIT UP.”

Will paces around Hannibal’s office like a cornered animal, half-yelling, very close to the kind of horrified frustration crying that starts when your brain betrays you. Will, it’s all right. One time I started drinking on the couch and then woke up six hours later in the kitchen, eating some watermelon. You’ll be okay.

“I don’t know how I got here.” Will says.

“Your car is outside, so we know you drove.” Hannibal assures him.

“I was on a beach in Grafton, West Virginia. I blinked, and then I was waking up in your waiting room. But I wasn’t asleep!”

Hannibal tells Will that he’s disassociating. “It’s a desperate survival mechanism for a psyche that has endured repeated abuse.” Hannibal explains.

“No, no, I am not abused!” Will yells, panicked. Oh, honey, yes you are. And the following nonsense just proves it.

“You have an empathy disorder. What you feel is overwhelming you, yet you choose to ignore it.”

“I know, I know, I know,” Will says, putting his hands over his face. Hannibal says that’s the abuse he’s referring to.

“What, you think I should quit?” Will asks.

Hannibal points out that Jack offered Will a chance to quit, but Will said no. Hannibal asks why, and Will says it’s because he saves lives.

“And that feels good?”

“Generally speaking, yeah.” Will answers quietly.

“What about your life?” Hannibal asks. “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.”

Will, physically calmed but completely exhausted, sits down on the chaise. “I’ve been sleepwalking, experiencing hallucinations. Maybe I should get a brain scan.”

“Will.” Hannibal snaps. “Stop looking in the wrong corner for an answer to this.”

This bothers me worse than anything on the show so far. People in positions of power fucking around with others’ mental and physical health is the skeeziest, creepiest shit ever. I mean, sometimes a situation occurs where you HAVE to eat a guy. It happens. There’s no call for this kind of gaslighting, though. THIS IS ABUSE. IN ALL SERIOUSNESS, IT IS ABUSE. Unless the person is actually your medical doctor, nobody should try to talk you out of getting diagnostic procedures done.

Hannibal asks Will to tell him about the crime scene, since that’s where he disassociated. Will says it was a “totem pole of bodies,” and disagrees with Hannibal’s assessment that it may have been about shame. He thinks it was a celebration of his achievements.

“When faced with this killer’s achievements, your mind needed to escape, and you lost time.” Hannibal says.

“Yes.” Will answers quietly, then looks down.

“I’m worried about you, Will. 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.”

"Actually, that might be great. Keep on keepin' on, little buddy."

“Actually, that might be great. Keep on keepin’ on, little buddy.”



She’s in group therapy with seven other girls. She tells them about how she hears her father’s voice every day when she wakes up, like he’s next to her bed, telling her what he told her before he died–that he killed the other girls so he wouldn’t have to kill her. She says she wishes he was still alive, because wants to know what was wrong with her that made him want to kill her.

“He should have killed you,” one of the girls says. “So he wouldn’t have killed me.” All of the girls have turned into Hobbs’s victims, pale and bleeding from their antler wounds. They repeat “So he wouldn’t have killed me” until Abigail covers her ears, horrified. She looks back up and the girls are gone, leaving only Cassie Boyle’s brother sitting across from her.

“He should have killed you. So that you wouldn’t have killed me.” he says. Ugh. Shut the fuck up, Dead Brother. She wouldn’t have killed you if you hadn’t had the brilliant idea of grabbing a traumatized and psychologically damaged teenage girl and slamming her into a wall to prevent her from running away. Fight or flight, stupid. You blocked her flight, so she fought.

Abigail sits up in bed, hyperventilating and crying.


Will steps uncomfortably into Jack’s office and apologizes for whatever happened at the crime scene yesterday. Jack asks what he’s apologizing for, and Will says he was feeling like he wasn’t himself.

Jack, kindly: “Well, not feeling like yourself–that’s kind of what you do, isn’t it?”

"How does a smile work again??? Show every single tooth I have? Grow more teeth for extra smile?? WIDEN MOUTH UNTIL MY JAW UNHINGES AND THE TOP OF MY HEAD FALLS OFF?!!? OK." Also, Vladimir Cubrt (who plays Garrett Jacob Hobbs) has the best name, even though I alternately pronounce his surname as Q*bert and Cupboard.

“How does a smile work again??? Show every single tooth I have? Grow more teeth for extra smile?? WIDEN MOUTH UNTIL MY JAW UNHINGES AND THE TOP OF MY HEAD FALLS OFF?!!? OK.”

Also, Vladimir Cubrt (who plays Garrett Jacob Hobbs) has the best name, even though I alternately pronounce his surname as Q*bert and Cupboard.

Jack asks if there’s anything Will wants to tell him, and when Will hurriedly says there isn’t, Jack’s like “Well clearly there’s something that you don’t want to tell me.”

“I just got a little lost yesterday, is all.” Will answers.

“And where are you today?”

“Well, it got to me. All those bodies got to me, and I thought it was a little more obvious than it was.”

Jack sighs. “If there’s a problem, you need to tell me.” Will nods. “Is there a problem, Will?”

Will chimp-smiles again and says “It’s fine.”

“All right.” Jack says. Will turns and leaves. I’d like to know what actually happened. Haha, what if later Jack’s telling Bella about his day and is all “And then Will CLIMBED THE PEOPLE TOWER and put his hat on the last victim’s head and then climbed down and tried to arm wrestle Katz but lost and then he punched Zeller in the heart and started trying to herd Price into the water, yelling about how he was a precious baby sea turtle that needed help reaching the ocean.”


Abigail comes back into her room and shuts the door behind her, saying she sold her parents’ house. Apparently, murder houses don’t fetch big money these days. Hello, next season of American Horror Story!

“Not that you’ll get any of it.” Freddie says. “The families of your father’s victims filed wrongful death suits. That means that they get everything, Abigail. Every penny. What you have here is all you have.” Oh no D:

Abigail sits on her bed and says, sadly, “Let them take all his money. I don’t want any of it.”

“You can make your own money.” Freddie tells her. And you know what? Freddie is an awful human being, but I don’t think she actively sets out to destroy people’s lives, unless they provoke her (or are Will Graham. But writing mean shit about him on the internet isn’t the same as using your weight as a medical professional and telling him not to get a brain scan when he’s clearly deteriorating, you know what I mean?). She’d probably do the best by Abigail out of anybody on the show, except maybe Alana–Abigail needs money, Freddie needs Abigail’s story, and I’m sure Freddie wouldn’t fuck her over financially. It’s a symbiotic relationship, and I think Freddie would hold up her end–she’s not interested in the technical truth, as revealed later, but in Abigail’s truth, and she’d tell it the way Abigail wanted.

Hey, if people can humanize Hannibal fucking Lecter, I’m sure as fuck gonna extrapolate on Freddie’s relative humanity.

Abigail asks how much she would make if Freddie told her story, and Freddie tells her “Plenty.” She tells Abigail she’s the one to help Abigail tell her story, since nobody knows more about Garrett Jacob Hobbs than Freddie does.

“Not even Will Graham?” Abigail asks.

Freddie says Will’s a part of the story, not the one to help Abigail tell it.

“He avoids me because I make him feel like my father.”

“Well, feeling like your father makes him feel like a killer.” Freddie says.

Abigail looks immeasurably sad for a moment. “People think I helped my dad kill those girls.”

Freddie tells her they can change that, and Abigail agrees to tell her story.


Will walks into the lab, taking a moment to visibly compose himself, and says “How many bodies?”

“17 total,” Price answers. “Meet our freshest one–Joel Summers, forty years old, runs a cell phone store in Knoxville, Tennessee. Or, did.” Joel Summers has been missing for three days, and was killed by a single knife wound to the chest. All of the other injuries that turned him into a horrible pretzel were postmortem. Also, his eyes are white–that makes sense for this body, but a few of the other corpses on this show have had white eyes, too, and I learned that this is from particles getting into the eyes and scratching the corneas, since dead people can’t blink or tear up to get the particles out. Nobody’s eyes are going to turn white unless they’re exposed to the elements or have been lying somewhere for a while. THE MORE U KNOW (ABOUT DEAD BODIES).

“He was special to him, somehow. He held a place of honor.” Will intones.

Price tells Will that the grave dirt matches seven of the exhumed bodies, but the rest were collected from all around West Virginia. Katz says that there were no violent crimes connected to the bodies not buried at the beach. “Accidental deaths.” she says.

“They’re all murders.” Will answers, and walks away.


Will shows slides of the ten extra bodies on the tower, explaining the seemingly innocuous ways they died–car crash, suicide, heart attack, carbon monoxide poisoning, etc.

“Every death is different. Made to look like something else. No sadism, no torture. The method of these murders was less important to the killer than the simple fact that these people died.”

Will tells the class that “This killer’s design was to remain unknown, a ghost. That is what excited him. Until now.”

“Will?” Alana says from the doorway. “I don’t want to interrupt if you’re rehearsing.”

Will’s classroom is empty. He’s gesticulating to unoccupied seats. His projector isn’t even on. My stomach actually dropped a little bit–good job, show!

Will, terrified, tells her she’s not interrupting and to come in. She’s wearing another super cute wrap dress. He promises not to try and kiss her again, and she’s not like WTF so it wasn’t a hallucination. Now that I see how it’s playing out, it’s better this way (they might kiss some more in the future yay).

his sad lil pigeon toes omg

his sad lil pigeon toes omg

He asks semi-hopefully if she’s stopped taking her own advice.

“A doctor who treats herself has a fool for a patient.” Alana says. “I regretted leaving your house the other night.”

Semantics are the bane of Will’s life, so he asks if she’s using regretted to mean she no longer regrets it or if it is a continuing state of regret. She’s just like “Baby, it’s both.”

There's no real reason for this cap. Caroline Dhavernas is a babe and I love Alana's wardrobe.

There’s no real reason for this cap. Caroline Dhavernas is a babe and I love Alana’s wardrobe.

She said she has one foot planted on either side of the regret-not regret line, when really SHE SHOULD HAVE ONE KNEE PLANTED ON EITHER SIDE OF WILL’S HEAD.

wait what

who said that

“Are you telling me that to confuse me?” Will asks, still terrified, now unhappy, and with kinda a boner, but it’s a really sad boner. As all of his boners usually are.

Alana assures him she’s not trying to confuse him, just be honest with him. “I don’t want to mislead you, but I don’t want to lie to you, either.”

“I won’t lie if you won’t.” Will says.

“I have feelings for you.” she admits. “But I can’t just have an affair with you. It would be…reckless.”

“Why? Why?” Will asks. Even his sad smile/laugh is miserable. MY HEART IS BREAKING ALL THE WAY IN HALF. “And it is not because you have a professional curiosity about me.”

“No. It’s because I think you’re unstable.” BOOM. Look, I see people talking about how Alana treats Will with kid gloves and how that’s disrespectful somehow, but she’s never been anything but honest and open with him in her protectiveness of him. This proves it. Being protective of somebody doesn’t mean you’re trying to somehow remove their ability to be their own person. Actually, the characters on the show who don’t treat Will like an equal are Jack and Hannibal, and since Jack literally is Will’s boss, there’s an excuse for him (his alarming managerial style is another story). Alana wants to help Will. Jack wants to help victims/potential victims. Hannibal wants to help himself. These are really important distinctions to make.

“And until that changes, I can only be your friend.” Alana adds, despite Will’s horrible shudder of complete existential anguish.

“Thank you for not lying.” Will says eventually.

“Do you feel unstable?” Alana asks.

Will doesn’t say anything, just smiles briefly and nods. She hugs him, and he shuts his eyes and relaxes.

motion for will to strap on an adult-size baby bjorn and just carry alana around for constant hugs when things get scary

motion for will to strap on an adult-size baby bjorn and just carry alana around for constant hugs when things get scary


Hannibal is poking around a plant while Will tells Abigail that he’s being “understated” when he says that her book with Freddie is a bad idea. “Freddie Lounds is dangerous,” Hannibal adds. SHUT UP DUDE I’M SO NOT OKAY WITH YOU RIGHT NOW.

Will tells her that everything she’s feeling right now will pass. “Things are changing for me, too. I’ve been doing some counting of what’s important in my life, and what isn’t. You are important, Abigail.” he says.

“Just because you killed my dad doesn’t mean you get to be him.” Abigail says coolly.

Will thinks about the I LOVE U ABIGAIL LETS GO FISHING TOGETHER LOVE, FALSE DAD macaroni art he left in the car. Hannibal’s like “Listen to your mother. You’been through a traumatic event, and no one is more traumatized than you, but we went through it together. What you write, you write about all of us.”

She stands up and says she doesn’t need their permission.

“And you don’t need our approval. But I would hope it means something.”

She breaks down slightly, and wonders why she can’t tell everyone that they’re wrong about her. Which: valid. Will tells her she has nothing to apologize for.

“Yet.” Hannibal adds. “But if you open this door, Abigail, you won’t control what comes through. Are you ready for that?”


Apparently she fucking is, because she digs up Cassie Boyle’s brother.


Will establishes that the tower of bodies works like a totem pole, telling the story of a life or an event. The top body is somehow connected to the bottom body, and Katz says that the bottom body was a victim that was beaten to death in Grafton forty years previous, exhumed five days ago. They haven’t found a connection between the two bodies yet.

Jack walks in and says he needs Will in his office.

“Nicholas Boyle turned up in Minnesota. Dead. His body was found in the woods, frozen. They thawed him out pretty quickly, but they can’t tell if he died a week ago, six weeks ago, or the night he disappeared.” Jack says.

“How did he die?” Alana asks. Hannibal flashes back to the Hobbs residence.

“Knife wound. He was gutted.”

Jack wants to get a positive ID on the body from Abigail. Alana and Will object, Alana saying she’d like to go on record as saying this is a VERY BAD IDEA, and Alana looks to Hannibal for help. Hannibal…does not help, just says that Jack has the look of a man who won’t be swayed. Jack tells Alana he wants her to assist and refuses to let Will come along, and they go to collect Abigail and take her to the body.

Will says that being in the room with Boyle’s body could do Abigail irreparable damage, and Hannibal’s like “Maybe she’s stronger than we think.” YEAH BUT THAT DOESN’T NEED TO BE CONSTANTLY TESTED, HANNIBAL.


Alana and Abigail approach Jack and the body on the table. Jack gets Abigail to ID Boyle, then asks her if she’s seen him since the night he attacked her. She answers in the negative, visibly shaken, and asks for the body to be covered up before Jack continues with his interrogation. Alana tries to cover it, but Jack stops her. It’s super shitty, and I know Jack’s just doing his job (and his instincts are correct, nobody can fault him on that), but it’s difficult to watch due to our affection for Abigail and Alana’s increasing anger and helplessness.

Jack asks where Abigail goes when she climbs the walls. We know it’s Hannibal’s place, but she tells Jack she goes into the city, sometimes into the woods. Mostly just out, so she can think. She’s never met Nicholas Boyle on any of her jaunts, she didn’t know him before he attacked her, and her father didn’t know him. None of this is convincing Jack. He says that Boyle was gutted with a hunting knife–“You know how to do that,” he adds.

“I will not be a party to this.” Alana snaps.

Jack tells her she’s there as a courtesy, and she can leave. She stays where she is, stewing.

Abigail eventually gets angry, saying that her only contact with Nicholas Boyle was when he tried to kill her.

“And when he was trying to kill me, all I could think was that I was going to die in that house after all. But I didn’t. I survived. Dr. Bloom and Dr. Lecter saved my life. They saved me from him.”

“And you haven’t seen him since.” Jack says.

“Only in my nightmares.”

Abigail and Alana make the best angry faces:



Jack doesn’t buy any of it, even the true parts. “Are we done?” Alana asks. She turns Abigail away from the body and toward the doors before Jack says anything, then falls behind and says she’ll meet Abigail outside.

She stalks back to Jack, furious.

“You believe her?” Jack asks.

“I think Abigail Hobbs is damaged. There is something she’s using every ounce of that strength to keep buried, but it is not the murder of Nicholas Boyle!”

“What makes you so sure?” Jack demands, voice raised at her for the first time ever.

She handles it better than Will did. “Because any reservations I have about Abigail don’t extend to Hannibal! He has no reason to lie about any of this!”

Jack doesn’t say anything, and she leaves.


Cut directly to Hannibal’s lying-ass face.

“It can be a comfort to see the broken, bloated corpse of a monster, and know it can never come back.” Hannibal says.

“Nick Boyle wasn’t a monster.” Abigail answers sadly.

“Were you? Is that why you uncovered his body? Would this be a chapter in your book, Abigail?”

“No,” Abigail says angrily. “Neither would killing Nick Boyle or you helping me hide the body.”

“There’s always an addendum.”

Abigail says the FBI asked their questions, and she passed.

“With the attention of Jack Crawford.” Hannibal reminds her.

She doesn’t care. She did it because Hannibal was right–she couldn’t control what came through the door, but she could control when. She’s not afraid of anyone finding Boyle’s body anymore, because it was already found.

Hannibal tells her she betrayed his trust, and put both their lives in danger. He says he needs to be able to trust her again. “What if I can’t?” he asks. I sort of can’t wait until she gets sick of his shit, honestly.


Katz reveals that Joel Summers was the son of Fletcher Marshall, the first victim, but he was adopted, so there’s no genetic match. Summers’s mom died in a car accident, but wasn’t on the totem pole, meaning she either wasn’t murdered, or was murdered, and the killer just loved her too much to “disgrace her that way.”

Will asks if there were any suspects four decades ago. Katz says that a Lawrence Wells was question twice for the Marshall murder in 1973, but nothing came of it.

“Fletcher Marshall was a crime of passion. It had something the other murders didn’t have.”

“Motive.” Jack answers, after thinking for a moment.


Lawrence Wells is played by Lance Henriksen! HARD TARGET MOTHERFUCKERS. (Here is a cool bit of background information that will be interesting to trivia buffs.)

Jack and Will go into the house–the door is open partially, and the house is packed into boxes as well. Wells is sitting calmly in a chair, and basically tells him he knew they were coming, because he killed Joel Summers. He’s not repentant at all, and is really taunting about the murders, saying he likes talking to women whose husbands he murdered and the “ball of silence” at funerals, knowing he was the one responsible for the deceased. When Jack mentions prison, Wells is fine with it, because he knows he “secured his legacy.”

Jack asks if Wells had an affair with Eleanor Marshall, Joel Summers’s mom. Wells doesn’t answer, so Jack takes that as a yes. Will busts out with the information that Joel was actually Wells’s biological child–that Eleanor must have seen who Wells really was, despite his pride in being able to hide his monstrousness, because she chose to raise Joel as Marshall’s kid.

“Your only act as a father was to murder your son.” Will says. Wells hits the arm of his chair slowly, twice. “Way to go, asshole.” Will doesn’t say.

Man, I understand why the episode was constructed this way, but the crime and the reveal were a little rushed. Maybe this (relatively elaborate) crime might have done better in an episode without so much going on? I’m not sure, the jumps from the Wells stuff to the main stuff were a little choppier than I’m used to with this show. It’s okay though! It works fine.


Will sleeps fitfully, flashing back to his conversation with Abigail in the greenhouse.

I’m worried about nightmares.” Abigail said.

We’ll help you with the nightmares.” Hannibal answered.

Will wakes up, both literally and figuratively. FUCKING UH OH.


Will stands at the foot of Nicholas Boyle’s body, and enters his mind palace. Boyle sits up and hops off of the bed, wearing the clothes he was in the night he was killed. Will, stonefaced, stabs Boyle when he approaches. Boyle turns into Abigail, who in turn stabs Will, looking as horrified as she did when she stabbed Boyle on the night of his death.

WHICH, I STILL MAINTAIN: SHE MAY HAVE WANTED TO MURDER BOYLE. SHE MAY HAVE GUTTED BOYLE. IT MAY HAVE BEEN OVERKILL. IT WAS MANSLAUGHTER AT THE ABSOLUTE WORST. And I think you’d be hard-pressed to find a jury that would even call it that. Jack may have been convinced she was a killer, and Hannibal may have been able to manipulate her into thinking she was, but the fact remains that Boyle would still be alive if he hadn’t threatened her. It’s not murder any more than Will’s killing of Hobbs was murder, at least in the eyes of the law (his personal feelings about the killing of Hobbs add an extra layer to the killing, but his personal feelings are not the same as Abigail’s situation).


Hannibal sketches at his desk while he listens to a recording of “O Euchari” by Saint Hildegard of Bingen, who is fascinating as hell and you should read up on if you’re not familiar with her. I wrote a nine-page paper on her in high school when the limit was six pages, and if you know me and my attitude about schoolwork (work in general), you know that extra-effort shit is UNUSUAL AT BEST.

Obviously the relevance of the lyrics are up for interpretation, but here are the English lyrics of this song–I know all of the musical choices on a show are chosen carefully, but this one is actually pretty amazing:

you walked blithely when you stayed
with the Son of God,
touching him, watching
his miracle-working.

You loved him with a perfect love
when terror fell on your friends —
who being human had no
strength to bear the brightness
of the good.

But you — in the blaze of utmost love —
drew him to your heart
when you gathered the sheaves
of his precepts.

when the Word of God possessed you
in the blaze of the dove,
when the sun rose in your spirit,
you founded a church in your bliss.

Daylight shimmers in your heart
where three tabernacles stand
on a marble pillar
in the city of God.

In your preaching Ecclesia
savors old wine with new —
a chalice twice hallowed.

And in your teaching Ecclesia
argued with such force
that her shout rang over the mountains,
that the hills and the woods might bow
to suck her breasts.

Pray for this company now,
pray with resounding voice
that we forsake not Christ
in his sacred rites,
but become before his altar
a living sacrifice.


Will comes into the office.

“Abigail Hobbs killed Nick Boyle.” he announces.

“Yes. I know.” Hannibal answers.

Will nods, then is like “Tell me why you know?”

Hannibal admits to helping Abigail hide the body.

“Evidently not well enough.” Will spits out, stepping forward.

Hannibal asks if Will has told Jack, and Will says he hasn’t, because he was hoping it wasn’t true. Hannibal puts his pencil down, ghosts his fingers over the scalpel on his desk, and leaves it there when he stands up. I think we’re supposed to take this as an indication that he’s not going to kill Will, but like: Hannibal strangled Miriam. I don’t trust this bitch half as far as I could throw him, and this show isn’t called WILL.

Hannibal says “Abigail’s only crime was to defend herself, and I lied about it.”

“Why?” Will asks.

Hannibal scoffs gently. “You know why. Because Jack Crawford would hang her for what her father’s done, and the world would burn her in his place.” That’s what Freddie would write about.

Will goes to the window, and Hannibal pulls his hand out of his pocket and brushes it on his pants leg as he approaches will slightly too quickly. MAYBE TO ASSURE THAT IT’S DRY FOR THE IMMINENT STRANGULATION? Hannibal stops a few feet away from Will, and says that Abigail isn’t to blame, not any more than Will is for Hobbs or Hannibal is for Tobias. The dramatic irony!

Will argues that it’s not for them to decide.

"I don't think you understand this psychotic codependence I'm trying to foster in you. OF COURSE IT'S FOR US TO DECIDE! WHO KNOWS HER BETTER THAN US?"

“I don’t think you understand this psychotic codependence I’m trying to foster in you. OF COURSE IT’S FOR US TO DECIDE! WHO KNOWS HER BETTER THAN US?”

Hannibal: “We are her fathers now. We have to serve her better than Garrett Jacob Hobbs. If you go to Jack, then you murder Abigail’s future.”

Will, still staring blankly out the window: I am living in a fucking Lifetime movie.


Will remains silent. Hannibal asks “Do I need to call my lawyer, Will?” like he would actually call his lawyer instead of rip his tie off and garotte Will with it right there.

Will turns to him and silently shakes his head no.

Hannibal warns “We can tell no one.” Will looks despondently through the window again, like the world’s most appropriately dressed gothic novel heroine (yo, it’s easier to run across the misty darkened moors from the man who is trying to murderbang you in flannel and boots than a long white nightgown and bedroom slippers). Hannibal puts a hand on his shoulder, squeezing slightly as he says “What we are doing here is the right thing. In time, this will be the only story any of us cares to tell.”

The series makes so much sense if you look at it like a magical realism fantasy horror gothic novel Lifetime movie fusion like I do.

The series makes so much sense if you look at it like a magical realism fantasy horror gothic novel Lifetime movie fusion like I do.

Will is still silent when Hannibal walks away.


“I feel terrible, Ms. Lounds. It never entered into my head that you might be a vegetarian. A lapse on my behalf.” Hannibal says, coming into the dining room with a plate.

This is that plate.

Haha, what the fuck is this? Clockwise from the yellow circles: Yellow circles, white circles with holes in them, more circles with red lines on them, cucumber, three unity candles, lettuce with flowers.

Haha, what the fuck is this? Clockwise from the yellow circles: Yellow circles, white circles with holes in them, more circles with red lines on them, cucumber, three unity candles, lettuce with flowers.

me @ that salad.

me @ that salad.

Here is food stylist Janice Poon’s writeup of this episode’s food–it’s very interesting, and explains what all the circles are. I love this blog.

Freddie says “Research always delivers benefits.”

“If it contradicts a good story, hell, tell it anyway.” Will grumbles.

“Are you still angry I called you insane?” Freddie asks bluntly. Haha, this is the most uncomfortable dinner ever.

They argue about libel for a second while Hannibal drinks and Abigail looks awkward. Freddie then says she’s there because she wants to tell Abigail’s version of the truth.

“See that you do.” Will concedes quietly.

Hannibal says they just want what’s best for Abigail, and Freddie reassures him. Will and Abigail are silently not-staring at each other for the entire conversation, and Abigail totally knows that Will knows about what she and Hannibal did. Freddie compliments the salad. “Shame to ruin it with all that meat.” she says. I’m delighted by the fact that Freddie’s the only one Hannibal hasn’t managed to feed humans to. There wasn’t even like a blood-blood orange vinaigrette on there. HAHA.

Hannibal and Abigail are doing dishes in the next scene. I can’t help imagining that Freddie and Will are just furiously staring each other down in total silence back in the dining room, though I know they probably went home.

“Will knows, doesn’t he.” Abigail not-asks.

“He knows you killed Nicholas Boyle, yes.” Hannibal answers.

Abigail breaks down a little bit. “What am I gonna do?”

“He will keep our secret.” Hannibal assures her.

“You don’t know that.”

“He will keep it, because otherwise, the one good thing in his life is tainted.” Ugh, this is pretty hideous. “And he will lie to Jack Crawford about you, just as he has lied to himself. You’re free, Abigail. No one will know what you did.” Abigail puts the cup she’s drying down. “And no one will know the truth you are trying to avoid. The one you cannot admit, even to yourself.”

“I helped him.” she whispers, shakily.

“I can’t hear you.” Hannibal says firmly.

She repeats herself, louder, still about to cry. “I knew what my father was, I knew what he did. I knew. I was the one who…met the girls. Talked to them. Laughed, and joked. Found out where they lived, where they were going, when they’d be alone. Girls that looked just like me. They could have been my friends. I-I couldn’t say no to him, I knew–I knew it was them or me.”

She turns slightly, and Hannibal’s there to wrap his arms around her and stroke her hair while she cries into his shirt.

abigail baby ;_;

oh no

“I wondered when you would tell me.” Hannibal says.

“I’m a monster.” Abigail answers.

look, i have no maternal instincts for people whatsoever, but in this moment i want to be abigail's mom real damn bad.

look, i have no maternal instincts for people whatsoever, but in this moment i want to be abigail’s mom real damn bad.

“No,” Hannibal chuckles. “I know what monsters are. You’re a victim. And Will and I? We’re going to protect you.”


Abigail sits across from her father as people come onto the train. Hobbs spots Elise Nichols, and without exchanging a word, Abigail (clearly extremely upset), makes her way back to the seat next to Elise and strikes up a conversation while Hobbs looks on.

It’s objectively the fucking worst.


(again, don’t feel the need to stick to these)

+Was there ever any doubt Abigail had something to do with the murders? I’m glad the show is so textually and narratively sympathetic to her as a victim also, because she definitely is. In abusive and dangerous situations, the things people do to survive are very complicated. I’m happy the show acknowledges that.

+How fucking phenomenal is Kacey Rohl? Oh my god!


+How did you feel about the plot-to-second-plot ratio for this episode? It felt pretty uneven to me, and I only remark on it because every other episode has felt more well-balanced

+Is Freddie genuinely interested in helping Abigail get her story out (please note that Freddie Genuine is a different scale than Normal Person Genuine, and mainly involves not actively trying to dick somebody over after they trust her), or do you think she’s going to screw Abigail somehow?

+Could you eat somebody if you had to? What if they were prepared really well?


See you guys next week!

*First photo of the corpse tower is from here!