Hannibal 1.13: Savoureux

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Hannibal airs Thursdays at 10pm on NBC

The proper French pronunciation of savoureux is actually save yourself.

PREVIOUSLY: [all of us collectively singing “danny boy,” crying with snot]

Will stalks a deer through the dark woods with a rifle while some crazyass kazoo nonsense creeps us out on the soundtrack. The deer spots Will and bolts, and Will shoots it and runs it down.

Unfortunately, this handsome gentleman finds it first:

good thing nobody gives a frick if you poop yourself in the woods.

good thing nobody gives a frick if you poop yourself in the woods.

Or that handsome gentleman IS the deer? Who knows. Who cares. That thing cannot be killed with a rifle, only the darckest magicks.

Will, for once, doesn’t run directly toward the naked horny wendigo, and raises his rifle to shoot it, but it disappears. He walks toward the space it previously occupied, feeling all up on the bloody tree trunks and staring at the puddle on the ground before the wendigo comes back.

HEY GUYS, JIM WENDIGO HERE FOR JIM WENDIGO'S ALL-NATURAL PROBIOTIC YOGURT. WORRIED ABOUT YOUR DIGESTIVE HEALTH? ME TOO! YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE TO EAT MY YOGURT TO REAP THE BENEFITS. MERELY WANDER AROUND THE HAUNTED HELLSCAPE OF YOUR SUBCONSCIOUS UNTIL I POP OUT OF A SHRUB OR A RAVINE OR SOMETHING. YOUR BOWELS WILL MOVE OR YOUR MONEY BACK I'LL LET YOU WATCH AS I CHEW ON YOUR INSIDES!

HEY GUYS, JIM WENDIGO HERE FOR JIM WENDIGO’S ALL-NATURAL PROBIOTIC YOGURT. WORRIED ABOUT YOUR DIGESTIVE HEALTH? ME TOO! YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE TO EAT MY YOGURT TO REAP THE BENEFITS. MERELY WANDER AROUND THE HAUNTED HELLSCAPE OF YOUR SUBCONSCIOUS UNTIL I POP OUT OF A SHRUB OR A RAVINE OR SOMETHING. YOUR BOWELS WILL MOVE OR YOUR MONEY BACK I’LL LET YOU WATCH AS I CHEW ON YOUR TENDER INSIDE PARTS!

Two poop references and the episode is literally less than two minutes in? I hear you say.

All of us have different coping mechanisms.

WILL’S HOUSE

Oh no! This is the last time we'll ever see Will wake up sweaty and disoriented! BASK IN IT.

Oh no! This is the last time we’ll ever see Will wake up sweaty and disoriented! BASK IN IT.

Will sits up in bed while his concerned dogs pace around. He puts his feet on the floor, and they’re muddy to halfway up his shins. His hands and arms are dirty as well. He gets up and walks to the kitchen, buzzing and twitching around like bad static, and drinks desperately from the faucet.

I hope next season's character development doesn't include putting on pants.

I hope Will’s character development next season doesn’t include putting on pants.

Will takes three pills and downs more water “Oh, god,” he says, then barfs. He looks down into the sink at a severed ear that he’s allegedly thrown up (I don’t understand the logistics of barfing up a whole–unchewed, undigested–ear. It’s like…how did Hannibal get that into Will without him chewing on it or it choking him? How did it come back up without choking him? This is the only mystery I want answered in season 2. I know, I know, MAGICAL REALISM but still). I was gonna take a screencap of the sink and make up some dumb caption but the sink actually looks like someone puked bile into it, so now you’re safe. Severed ear is fine. Vomit is not.

Later, Will sits barefoot and shivering on his porch steps. He’s hugged tightly around himself, like his own body is a straitjacket.

“I went to Minnesota.” he shakily tells the recently-arrived Hannibal. “I took Abigail. We went to Minnesota…she didn’t come back with me.”

“Show me.” Hannibal says, and offers his hand to Will.

No. NO. WILL. NO. BAD. BAD. DON'T TOUCH THAT THING. NO.

No. NO. WILL. NO. BAD. BAD. DON’T TOUCH THAT THING. NO.

Will takes the hand, and Hannibal immediately like crushes all his finger bones for no reason. Inside, Hannibal wraps a blanket around Will’s shoulders.

It's supposed to be a nice and caring gesture, but it just looks like the cover of a pamphlet about the dangers of doing meth with untrustworthy people.

It’s supposed to be a nice and caring gesture, but it just looks like the cover of a pamphlet about the dangers of doing meth with untrustworthy people.

“I remember going to bed last night–I must have, maybe I got up to put the dogs out–”

“When was the last time you saw Abigail?”

“–m-my feet were muddy, I–”

“Will.” Hannibal says firmly. “When was the last time you saw Abigail?”

“Yesterday. At her father’s cabin. I h–I had an episode, she said something was wrong with me. She was afraid of me. And she ran away.”

“What happened? Why was she afraid?”

“I hallucinated that I killed her. But it wasn’t real. I know it wasn’t real!”

Hannibal kneels down next to Will, pressing his hand against his own face in a total mockery of whatever a human being would be feeling at that moment. He is probably trying to stuff all his giggles back in.

“Will, we have to call Jack. You can’t run from this. It will only be worse.” Will nods, not completely present. “Get dressed.”

CREDITS

Jack approaches Will on the porch and asks what they’re going to find in Minnesota. Will says honestly that he doesn’t know, and Jack, frustrated, tells one of the swarming FBI agents to process Will. The agent puts Will in the back of a car, and we see that all of his doggies are being taken away on leashes. Will hears a whine and looks out of his window.

daddy its ok i killed all of them we can go to the park now!!!

daddy its ok i killed all of them we can go to the park now!!!

I had a theory that Winston was only walking down the road alone in the first episode because he had murdered his entire family, and would have serial murdered Will eventually if Hannibal had not shown up and ruined everything. Now Winston’s mad. I’M CALLING IT NOW, SEASON 2 IS GONNA BE A KILLER VS. KILLER SHOWDOWN BETWEEN HANNIBAL AND WINSTON AND WE KNOW THAT DOGS ARE SAFE ON BRYAN FULLER SHOWS SO YAY HANNIBAL LOSES! FOREVER!!! Winston visits Hannibal in his cell and pees on the floor and then slowly walks away.

Anyway, this is the saddest shit ever, and not just because the FBI is too incompetent to hold onto a gentle leashed dog so it can’t go over and have a heartbreaking goodbye scene with Will.

Will stands, sweating quietly, in his underwear in front of a camera while Price and Zeller empty out his pockets and inventory his belongings. Price pulls a folding knife out of Will’s pockets and it’s like, Will??? You weren’t even wearing clothes when you called Jack. You didn’t have to stick a knife in your pocket just to get arrested, that was probably a bad move.

Later, Katz scrapes dried blood out of his nails onto a white paper. “I can’t do the silent treatment.” she says eventually, putting her scraper down. “I can’t pretend that I don’t know you and I can’t pretend that we both don’t know what I’m finding under your nails.” Will continues not talking to her. “You called me once because you didn’t trust yourself to know what was real. This blood is real, Will.”

“I know.” Will finally says.

“Do you know how it got there?”

“Not with any certainty, no.” he answers quietly.

“Certainty comes from the evidence. I didn’t want to find any evidence on you. I wanted to be certain about who you are, but you can’t even be certain with yourself.”

“Not anymore.”

“If you weren’t certain with yourself, you shouldn’t have been here. This is the FBI.” she says, blunt.

Will looks at her, actually makes eye contact. “I thought I would get better.” he says.

“You’ve always said you interpret the evidence, so do it, Will. Interpret the evidence.”

Katz's Will Graham Face No. 3: I WILL BUST YOU OUT OF PRISON MYSELF IF YOU'RE INNOCENT BUT YOU HAVE TO HELP ME OUT HERE

Katz’s Will Graham Face No. 3: I WILL BUST YOU OUT OF PRISON MYSELF IF YOU’RE INNOCENT BUT YOU HAVE TO HELP ME OUT HERE

“According to the evidence,” Will begins softly, the corners of his mouth grimacing as he speaks. He finishes in a whisper. “I killed Abigail Hobbs.”

JACK’S OFFICE, QUANTICO

Alana listens to Jack cite the evidence against Will–the blood and ear were Abigail’s, there were scratches on his arms. “She fought back.” Jack says.

“Shut up.” Alana says softly, crying.

“I–”

“Stop talking. He won’t get too close. You said you would cover him. You could see he was breaking.”

“Yes, I could, and I kept pushing him because he was saving lives, Alana.”

I mean, mathematically…the only person he actually saved was Abigail, and she would have bled out if Hannibal wasn’t there–he did save her from Dr. Shroomface, so I guess that counts. So his count is at like .5 people, unless you go into hypothetical future victims. But also: the killer from Coquilles killed himself, Lance Henriksen wasn’t going to kill anyone else because he’d completed his story, Will actually indirectly got Georgia murdered after she sought him out (she wasn’t a serial killer, anyway), Hannibal did the entire Tobias thing and made Will’s input irrelevant. So he found the organ stealing killer and Stamets and shot Gideon (also orchestrated by Hannibal). His track record is okay, but not good enough to justify all of this, and his empathy didn’t actually go as far as a lot of the police work itself did in finding and catching killers. Like, Jack brought him in for Hobbs and that was the last time the empathy thing was really necessary. Price’s fundamentals of investigation would have solved most of these. JUST IMAGINE: WILL GOES HOME AFTER EPISODE 1 AND DOESN’T COME BACK UNTIL IT’S TIME TO CATCH HANNIBAL. HE JUST HAS A NICE VACATION WITH HIS DOGS.

“Not Abigail Hobbs’s life.” Alana says, standing.

“You look me in the face and tell me you couldn’t see he was breaking?”

“Of course I could see it, I told you not to put him out there!” Alana yells.

“Every decision I made concerning Will’s mental health, I made under advisement of a respected psychiatrist, who you recommended.” Jack snaps.

“Hannibal had to know, he had to see something was wrong.” Alana says. YES. ALANA. MY BABY PLEASE KEEP THIS LINE OF THOUGHT. PLS. ALANA.

“Not until it was too late.” Jack tells her quietly. They’re both so guilty it’s painful to watch. “Just like everybody else. Hannibal said Will was suffering from dementia.”

“Dementia is not a disease, it’s a symptom of disease! We have to find out what’s causing it and treat it!”

“The concern is that there may not be anything to treat. Will had a brain scan. They found nothing.”

“Well then they don’t know what they’re looking for. This all started with Garrett Jacob Hobbs.”

“Maybe Will did what Hobbs couldn’t–killed his daughter.”

“Abigail’s blood is on all of us. And so is Will’s.”

OUTSIDE IN HER CAR

Alana breaks down completely, slamming her hands against the steering wheel and screaming (we don’t hear it, it’s in slow motion and there’s music playing over). Caroline Dhavernas consistently nails everything, but she nails everything ESPECIALLY hard in this episode.

sob don't cry stop it's ok just go run hannibal over it'll all make sense later i promise ALANA

sob don’t cry stop it’s ok just go run hannibal over it’ll all make sense later i promise. ALANA.

INTERROGATION ROOM, QUANTICO

Alana comes in and Will immediately remarks that she looks flushed. “Have you been yelling?” he asks. She says screaming is a more accurate description.

“I could use a good scream. I can feel one perched under my chin.”

“Let it out.”

“I’m afraid that if I started, I wouldn’t be able to stop.”

You’d stop eventually, because your vocal cords would rupture!! There’s a silver lining to every cloud!!

Will says he’s surprised Jack let her come to him, considering his “romantic overtures.” She’s like, dude, you KNOW he wouldn’t have, so obviously I didn’t tell him and also we are being observed.

Behind the glass, Jack is all !!!!! and also kinda disappointed because they would have been really cute together.

“Guess you dodged a bullet with me.” Will whispers.

“I don’t feel like I dodged a bullet. I feel wounded.”

BABES PLS. I CAN’T HANDLE IT.

Alana tells Will that she’s been in touch with animal services and that she’s gonna go pick up his dogs and take care of them. FINALLY SHE GETS TO CUDDLE ALL HIS PUPPIES, BUT UNDER THE WORST CIRCUMSTANCES EVER. They can all cry together. Except Winston. Winston will be scheming. how do i break daddy out of prison, make this lady my new mommy, and utterly ruin hannibal lecter in a terrible battle of wits? ALSO DO I SMELL A RACCOON WHY DOES EVERYONE LIVE IN THE WOODS.

Alana promises to take care of them until whenever. Will says that might be a long time, and she’s like UNTIL WHENEVER.

She tells him they’ll have to do psych tests, and Will’s like “LOL like draw a clock.” Alana is confused, and asks if Hannibal had him draw clocks. She makes him draw one, and it is, predictably, fucked. But not fucked like it was before! The numbers are in order and lined up, but 7-11 are on the outside of the clock. Alana smiles sadly when Will says that that telling the time isn’t his problem.

“It’s the least of your problems.” she assures him.

No reason for this cap, she's just pretty and I like her dress again.

No reason for this cap, she’s just pretty and I like her dress again.

BEDELIA DU MAURIER’S SEX HOUSE/OFFICE

“Seems hard to find words today.” Hannibal says, crying. “Despite the overwhelming evidence, I find myself searching for ways that Abigail could still be alive.”

He obviously took her ear and sent her to on an extended European vacation under an assumed name, where she could eat croissants every day and work on finding the best scarf/side pony combination to hide her throat scar and her missing ear, until she comes back for Hannibal’s trial to fuck him up as revenge by serving as a witness. Like, there is no question in my mind that she’s alive, and since I’m never certain of anything with this show, it’s odd to have a solid belief that something is true. You can survive a missing ear. She’s already survived one throat slashing. Trust. (Yes, I am aware of this interview, but I don’t buy it at all.)

“Grieving is an individual process with a universal goal.” Bedelia says. “The truest examination of the meaning of life and the meaning of its end.”

“I know what life means.” He does not say after all, LIVE is EVIL spelled backwards. i got it., but it can safely be assumed that he was thinking it. “We’ve existed for a hundred thousand years. In that time, a hundred billion lives have had beginnings and ends.” And you are responsible for like 9 billion of them.

“A hundred billion lives haven’t impacted yours.” Bedelia points out. “Clearly, Abigail Hobbs’s life has, and you seem surprised by that.”

“I never considered having a child. But after meeting Abigail, I understood the appeal. The opportunity to guide and support and in many ways direct a life.”

you got some BULL PUCKY in your eye there hannibal

you got some BULL PUCKY in your eye there hannibal

“You were having influence on her.”

“I was hoping I was.”

“Young people are supposed to be the lenses through which we see ourselves living beyond this life.”

Hahahaha, sorry about my whole existence, olds!

“I think of my earliest memory, and project forward to what I think will be the moment of my death, and never think about living beyond that span of time. Except by reputation.”

“Even after this loss?”

“Moreso after this loss.”

“Will Graham is a loss. You might grieve him as a loss.”

“I haven’t given up on Will.” is Hannibal’s firm answer. “There’s still way more shit I can do to ruin him. Like I could feed him one of his dogs maybe. I have a list.”

Bedelia suggests that Hannibal remove himself from the rehabilitation process if/when Will is convicted. Hannibal expresses chagrin at the fact that he failed both Will and Abigail with his inability to help Will.

BAU ANALYSIS LAB, QUANTICO

Closeup of one of Will’s lures. UH OH. Price explains fly-fishing lures (which are usually handmade and use feathers and other organic animal material to mimic the look of prey in the water), and Katz says that she noticed that one of them was tied with long hair, and she inspected it to be sure. It was Cassie Boyle’s hair, and there were some lung fragments in there as well. All of the flies had pieces of copycat victims–Marissa Schurr’s fingernail, Sutcliffe’s mouth parts, Georgia’s hair. Trophies.

“Now Will’s a serial killer?” Jack asks, disbelieving. Alana maintains that there’s something wrong with him neurologically that’s causing his psychological damage, and that he’s not a serial killer.

INTERROGATION CELL, QUANTICO

Will walks up to the two-way glass because he sees the wendigo standing behind it. You can see through two-way glass if you cup your hands and look through, but like: what if you did that and you saw this shit?

No, sometimes it's better to not know. Sit back down.

No, sometimes it’s better to not know. Sit back down.

“You’re sick, Will.” Jack says as Will comes back to himself.

“I wasn’t consistent with taking my antibiotics.”

Jack promises that they’re going to figure out what’s wrong with him and make sure he gets “whatever kind of treatment you need.”

“And then what?” Will asks, looking ill. “The Baltimore Hospital for the Criminally Insane? To have Chilton fumbling around in my head?” REMEMBER WHEN JACK WAS LIKE “I’M NOT GONNA LET YOU END UP THERE” AW DANG.

Jack says he really doesn’t want the evidence to be true, and when Will tells him he can’t confess to something he doesn’t remember doing, Jack drops the bomb about the lures and their human content. Immediately, things click for Will (insofar as things can click for Will, who still doesn’t have most of the pieces), and he realizes he’s being played, hard. He tells Jack that he isn’t the one that Jack needs to be afraid of–it’s “whoever is doing this to me.” Of course, this sounds like paranoid delusions to Jack (particularly when Will suggests Jack might be the killer).

“I wanted to be the one to do this.” Jack says, sitting down across from Will. “Will Graham, you’re under arrest for murder. You have the right to remain silent.”

Will is taken out to an ambulance in chains. He stares at the guard, thinking, then breaks his fucking thumb, shucks off the handcuff, and bodyslams the guard.

HANNIBAL LECTER’S SEX OFFICE

Jack and Alana sit down with Hannibal to discuss the fact that Will threw the guard and driver out of the ambulance and stole it before ditching it and disappearing.

“These are not the actions of an innocent man.” Jack finishes.

“They are the actions of a man who is impaired.” Alana corrects. She produces Will’s clock drawing and gives it to Hannibal, and he pulls out a fake perfect clock and says it’s the one Will drew two weeks previous (dated February 3rd and signed).

Alana asks “What disease progresses gradually but plateaus for periods of time?” Hannibal says that Will had moments of clarity, and Alana immediately jumps in like “Boom. Encephalitis.” SHE DIDN’T EVEN HAVE TO SMELL IT ON HIM, HANNIBAL, AND SHE FIGURED IT OUT DESPITE YOUR BEST ATTEMPTS AT LYING. HE’S SO FUCKING MAD.

HAHAHAHAHA, FUCKFACE. OWNED.

HAHAHAHAHA. OWNED.

“Just tell me if he could kill five people and not be aware of it. This doesn’t feel like dementia. This is an intelligent psychopath.” Alana mean mugs him for that, but Hannibal then lies and all but says that Will made the call to Hobbs, and came up with Hobbs as a killer based on nothing more than an incomplete address. Jack then asks if Will could fake the clock test, and Alana begrudgingly says yes.

HANNIBAL LECTER’S SEX OFFICE, LATER

Hannibal is reading when he realizes he’s not alone (catches Will’s scent, it looks like). He looks up at his balcony and says “Hello, Will.”

what's up dickweed

what’s up dickweed

“How are you feeling?” Hannibal continues.

“Self-aware.” Will grumbles.

“You frightened Alana Bloom.” Hannibal says (this is in reference to a deleted scene, according to Bryan Fuller’s twitter. Will went to see Alana and the dogs before going to Hannibal).

“She’s confused about who I am. Which I can relate to. Are you confused about who I am?” Will asks, probing.

“I’m not confused. I’m skeptical. Meaning I’m willing to change my mind, should the evidence change.”

“Do you believe I killed Abigail?”

“I believe it’s entirely possible. If not nearly indisputable, based on how you discovered her ear.”

“If it was just Abigail, I would have believed–I would have believed I’d gotten so far inside Hobbs’s head, I couldn’t get out.”

“But it wasn’t just Abigail.”

Will says “I know who I am,” softly but also firmly.

Hannibal’s just like lol no. “All sense of who you are has been distorted by your illness. You know who you are in this moment. That’s not always the case.”

Will maintains that he didn’t kill any of them. “And somebody is making sure that nobody believes me.” LITERALLY THERE IS ONE PERSON WHO COULD DO THAT.

“If we’re to prove you didn’t commit these murders, then perhaps we should consider how you could have. And then disprove that.”

Will comes down off the balcony and sits across from Hannibal.

probably the last time they will ever be in this office together until it's time to mutually attempted murder one another.

probably the last time they will ever be in this office together until it’s time to mutually attempted murder one another.

They talk through the copycat murders, starting with Cassie Boyle. Will gets up and circles the room as Hannibal speaks, coming to a tableau of each murder all in black. It’s really gorgeous.

Will says that he wasn’t in Minnesota when Cassie Boyle was murdered, and Hannibal says that since she disappeared on a Saturday and wasn’t discovered until Monday, there was enough time for Will to kill her. The wendigo emerges out of the darkness behind Cassie’s shadow body. Hannibal keeps talking, about Marissa and Sutcliffe and how Will can get into the minds of killers, but not without them getting into his. Hannibal is suddenly in his office chair, and the wendigo looms up behind him. Will comes back to himself again, in the therapy chair, and demands that Hannibal take him to Minnesota. “I wanna see where Abigail died.”

A GODDAMN 17 AND A HALF HOUR DRIVE TO BLOOMINGTON MINNESOTA WHICH WE ONLY GET TO SEE LIKE 8 SECONDS OF AND I’M VERY SAD ABOUT THAT

Hannibal drives in the dark and the rain while Will sleeps in the passenger’s seat. Hannibal looks at him, fondly.

BEDELIA DU MAURIER’S SEX HOUSE/OFFICE

Jack asks if Bedelia has heard from Hannibal in the past 24 hours, and Bedelia says no, that he missed his morning appointment and didn’t call, which is something he’d consider rude. Jack says he’s on his way to Minnesota because he thinks Will kidnapped Hannibal.

“Will thinks he’s being framed for these murders, and he’s slipping in and out of delusion. He could kill Hannibal and not even know he’s doing it.” Alana adds.

“If anyone could have helped Mr. Graham, it would be Hannibal. In fact, he may still be trying.” Bedelia tells them.

HOBBS RESIDENCE, BLOOMINGTON, MINNESOTA

Will walks into the house on the morning Hobbs was killed. The phone rings, and Abigail gives it to Will. “Will?”

“Yes?”

“Will. We’re here.”

Will wakes up in the car. It’s still dark out. They go into the house, and Will flashes back to Abigail asking if they’ll reenact the crime. Back in the present, Will glares back at Hannibal. “Are we gonna reenact the crime?” he asks.

“If that will help you.” Hannibal answers. EVERYTHING IS TENSE I CAN’T DEAL WITH THIS.

They go upstairs to the kitchen, where the floor is covered in blood. But like…it’s not that much blood. Even with the arterial spray that Will finds, it’s definitely possible to survive that. Abigail did it once already, even.

“It’s as if Abigail was supposed to die in this kitchen.” Hannibal says.

Will points out the unmistakable evidence of a cut throat. “They haven’t found the body.”

“Just the one piece.”

“If you were in Garrett Jacob Hobbs’s frame of mind when you killed her, they may never find it.”

“Because I honored every part of her.”

“You didn’t come here looking for a killer. Perhaps you came here to find yourself.”

wow you’re being a real hag right now hannibal.

“You killed a man in this very room.” Hannibal adds.

“I stared at Hobbs. And the space opposite me assumed the shape of a man filled with dark and swarming flies. And then I scattered them.” A FOR EFFORT, BILLY.

“At a time when other men fear their isolation, yours has become understandable to you.” Hannibal circles him like an animal. “You are alone because you are unique.”

“If you followed the urges you kept down for so long–cultivated them as the inspirations that they are…you would have become someone other than yourself.”

I think the most basic element of this whole fucked-up dance they’ve been doing for 13 episodes, the basic element that Hannibal is missing, is that Will wouldn’t be Will if he wasn’t fighting those urges or sublimating them into something that helped instead of something that harmed, and that’s what Hannibal’s attracted to–turning Will into a mirror image of himself will wreck everything Hannibal was drawn to. We still don’t know why exactly he left the police, but if we take Jack literally–that Will couldn’t pull a trigger until Garrett Jacob Hobbs, even when he ostensibly had to as a cop–that means Will’s only killer instincts are the ones that Hannibal tried to force out of him. His instincts are to protect, not kill. Killing Hobbs felt good because Abigail survived. And I think that’s what made Hannibal latch onto him like the world’s shittiest remora, because what Will’s capable of doing and what Will actually does are so diametrically opposed to one another that it’s like this horrible beautiful tornado of emotion and sweaty terror. Sometimes you get sucked in. I started the season thinking that Hannibal was the magnetic center of the universe, because everyone orbits him so closely, but Hannibal’s magnetic center is actually Will. Will could destroy him. Will is probably going to, in time. But Hannibal doesn’t avoid him and doesn’t kill him, and it makes no sense unless Will is Hannibal’s Hannibal, orbitwise.

IDK. I’m not smart enough to parse this out, but the dynamic is fascinating from whatever angle you approach it.

“I know who I am.” Will says. “But I’m not so sure that I know who you are anymore.”

Oh, baby. You never did. Then again, you always did.

“But I am certain one of us killed Abigail.” Will finishes.

“Whoever that was killed the others.” Hannibal agrees.

Will pulls his gun on him, slowly. “Are you a killer, Will?” Hannibal asks. “You. Right now. This man, standing in front of me. Is this who you really are?”

“I am who I’ve always been. The scales have just fallen from my eyes. I can see you now.”

“What do you see?”

“You called here that morning. Abigail knew, and you kept her secrets until–until what, until she found out some of yours?”

“You said it felt good to kill Garrett Jacob Hobbs. Would it feel good to kill me now?”

“No, Garrett Jacob Hobbs was a murderer. Are you a murderer, Dr. Lecter?”

Hannibal asks what reason he would have. Jack comes into the house quietly through the front door as Will says that Hannibal has no traceable motive. “Which is why you were so hard to see.” Will says. “Here is what I would do to someone like me, someone who thinks how I think–wind him up and watch him go. Apparently, Dr. Lecter, this is how I go.”

Jack comes into the kitchen and says Will’s name, and “Easy.” Will has a brief internal debate, then raises the gun toward Hannibal’s face, which is impassive at best, amused at worst. MAYBE?????…..nope, Jack shoots Will in the arm, spraying Will’s blood across Hannibal’s neck and cheek. Will falls into the corner where Garrett Jacob Hobbs died, looks up at Jack, and asks “See? See?”

Hannibal the wendigo lurks behind Jack, staring down at Will.

hola

hola

HOSPITAL, WHICH OH SEEMS TO HAVE SOME FUCKING FBI AGENTS GUARDING IT. FINALLY.

Jack walks in where Hannibal is seated next to the unconscious/sedated Will’s bed. Hannibal tells Jack that the right side of Will’s brain was inflamed, and that he’s getting a course of antivirals.

“Is he responding?” Jack asks.

“More or less. He’s expected to make a substantial recovery.”

Jack asks “Would you have gone to Minnesota with him if he didn’t have a gun on you?”

“I would have wanted to.” Hannibal answers. Jack sits in the other chair, exhausted, as Hannibal says “I believe I have failed to satisfy my obligation to Will, more than I care to admit.”

“Well, he’s not your victim, Doctor.”

“Nor is he yours.” Hannibal says.

Jack says he’s never seen anyone broken like Will Graham has been broken. Hannibal says that nobody in the room will ever be the same. They stare at Will.

"That's enough, I'm bored, let's go get tacos."

“That’s enough, I’m bored, let’s go get tacos.”

BEDELIA DU MAURIER’S SEX HOUSE/OFFICE

She opens the door to see Hannibal standing there with a giant bag and one of those glass bell things with meat under it. She invites him in.

“Tête de veau en sauce verte.” Hannibal informs her, dishing the veal out.

“It smells like a bonfire.” Bedelia says.

“I smoked the veal on a pile of dry hay. It imparts a unique, smoldering flavor to the meat. And to the room.”

Hannibal thanks her for letting him cook for her, and she says he seemed like he needed to talk. He Froideveauxs her by being like “This is the only way you let me cook for you and you declined all my invitations to come to my house and WHY DON’T YOU LOVE ME.” until she’s clearly uncomfortable. He says he’s going to see Will tomorrow.

Grrrrreeaaaat.

Grrrrreeaaaat.

“As a patient, or as a friend?” Bedelia asks.

“As a farewell.” Hannibal tells her.

She says she thought Will was finally going to be the patient that got him killed, and he says it was Abigail who got killed. He says her veal is getting cold, and she responds that it’s a controversial dish. Hannibal points out that veal cows are young, but are often older than most slaughtered pigs. (We’re supposed to take this as confirmation that it’s Abigail, but: Hannibal doesn’t eat people he’s attached to, and if Abigail is supposed to be like family (his child, or a little sister), he’s not going to want to eat his family a SECOND time. The writers are too careful to set up so much with Abigail and then abandon it in a way that doesn’t make a lot of sense.)

Bedelia says that his pattern of developing relationships with dangerous patients is becoming obvious, and that Jack Crawford could look at Hannibal’s patient history and figure that out pretty easily, thus unraveling his opinions about Hannibal.

“Tell me, Dr. du Maurier…have your beliefs about me begun to unravel?”

Bedelia just smiles. I NEED…SO MUCH MORE BEDELIA IN SEASON 2.

BALTIMORE STATE HOSPITAL FOR THE CRIMINALLY INSANE

“Vide cor Meum” plays as Hannibal walks into Will’s ward and shuts his eyes. I can’t imagine he’s smelling anything too wonderful in there.

He walks to Will’s cell.

“Hello, Will.”

Will gets off of his cot and walks to the bars. “Hello, Dr. Lecter.”

I SEE YOU NOW MOTHERFUCKER

I SEE YOU NOW MOTHERFUCKER


GOOD BITCH THAT'S HOW I LIKE IT

GOOD BITCH THAT’S HOW I LIKE IT

So that’s it, the first 13 near-perfect episodes of a near-perfect show.

It’s been a ride, my sweet nuggets. I’m happy you chose to join me on it, and hope you’ll join me again next year. We’ve been through a lot together. Like a whole lot. Way more than expected. Maybe too much?

Nothing will ever feel good again. Oh my god.

It’s only gonna get worse from here.

Oh my god.

If you need me, I'll be like this until next year. I advise you also get 200 dogs and a blanket burrito and a can of Manwich and put some flowers on your head for safety.

If you need me, I’ll be like this until next year. I advise you also get 200 dogs and a blanket burrito and a can of Manwich and put some flowers on your head for safety. Gonna call it Grahaming.

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Photo courtesy my BFF Chelsea, costarring from the left: Brooklyn, Rocky, and Maya, and also a can of Manwich sauce and some flowers I found at Joann’s for a dollar. PRODUCTION VALUES!! ARTISTRY!!!

Bye guys!