'Previously on "Hannibal"...'
I'm going to cut off your face without anaesthesia, Mr Graham.
I was trying to save Will from you. Promise me you'll save him.
I promise. And I always keep my promises.
You finally caught the Chesapeake Ripper, Jack.
I didn't catch you. You surrendered.
I want you to know exactly where I am. And where you can always find me.
♪ Hallelujah, hallelujah...
Bâtard-Montrachet and tartufi bianchi.
How I found you in Florence.
Betrayed by good taste.
Is good taste itching at you in your daily rounds of institutional life?
An itch easy enough to scratch when there's cause to celebrate.
Congratulations, Hannibal. You're officially insane.
There's no consensus in the psychiatric community what I should be termed.
You've long been regarded by your peers in psychiatry
as something entirely Other.
For convenience, they term you a monster.
What do you term me?
I don't. You defy categorisation.
Do you still prefer beer to wine?
I stopped drinking beer when I found out what you were putting in mine.
"Who."
Who.
This means you'll be spared the federal death sentence.
They had enough to convict you a dozen times over.
A baker's dozen, lest we forget Mason Verger.
You're welcome.
You're welcome, Hannibal.
The needle was guaranteed, but you beat it all on an insanity plea.
I'm not insane.
You know that and I know that.
A dozen or a baker's dozen, enough people have died.
You haven't.
A promise in waiting, isn't it?
A promise you intend to keep.
I always keep my promises.
Shh...
S-s-s-s...
S-s-s...
Sanguinaccio dolce.
A classic Neapolitan dessert, with almond milk.
Easy on the stomach.
Sanguinaccio dolce. You have served me this before.
One of my favourite desserts.
Traditionally made with pigs' blood. In this case, a local cow.
And when you last made it for me?
The blood was from a cow only in the derogatory sense.
Hmm...
Blood and chocolate.
That should've been the subtitle of my book.
But I promised myself I would never use colons in my titles.
Colons lose their novelty when overused.
- You'll have to write another book. - Hmm, I am.
But not about you.
Like overused punctuation, the novelty of Hannibal Lecter has waned.
What is the subject of your new book, Frederick?
The Tooth Fairy.
I find folks are a bit more interested in him.
He is the debutante.
Although he lacks your love of presentation.
More of a shy boy, this one.
I'd love to hear your thoughts.
What do you think about the Tooth Fairy?
I think he doesn't like being called the Tooth Fairy.
It's not as snappy as Hannibal the Cannibal,
but he does have a much wider demographic than you do.
You, with your fancy allusions and your fussy aesthetics,
you will always have niche appeal,
but this fellow, there is something so universal about what he does.
Kills whole families. And in their homes.
Strikes at the very core of the American Dream.
You might say he's a four-quadrant killer.
Get out of my chair, Frederick.
Shall we join hands in a prayer of gratitude?
"Thank you, Father, for allowing us to remove this monster,
"monster of monsters, from your flock.
"Thank you on behalf of the souls we will spare of pain."
Thank you on behalf of the monster.
Was that the magisterial "We"?
It is our cabal, yours and mine.
Hannibal Lecter will spend the rest of his life in a state institution,
watching the diaper cart go by.
We lied.
You wrote a book of lies.
Not difficult to see lies flying above my head,
but it's almost impossible to shoot them down.
Hannibal will shoot them down.
He's written a brilliant piece for "The American Journal of Psychiatry".
Everything he writes is about some problem he does not have.
What he's written is going to be your problem.
It's not so much an article as it is a rebuttal.
Hard to believe an inmate's opinion
will count for anything in the professional community.
It's going to count, Frederick, and it's going to sting.
You think he would've taken the opportunity to gloat.
He'll have plenty of time to gloat, watching the diaper carts go by.
- So, what did you two talk about? - The Tooth Fairy.
I've detected a trace of competitive vanity in our man.
I would be cautious.
The Young Turk may inspire the Old Lithuanian
to keep himself interesting.
Thank you.
You don't wanna talk inside?
Huh... You don't wanna let me inside.
I've come too far to let the cold stop me, Will.
Why should the cold stop what common sense couldn't?
- So you don't wanna talk about it here. - I don't wanna talk about it anywhere.
You've got to talk about it, so let's have it.
Just, er... just don't get out any pictures
cos Molly and Walter will be back soon.
How much do you know?
Two families killed in their homes a month apart. Similar circumstances.
Not similar, the same.
You ever think about giving me a call?
No.
You know what it is?
I didn't call you, because... I didn't want to.
I don't think I can be of any use to you, Jack.
I don't think about this anymore.
I don't believe I could do it now.
All dead.
I think this freak is in phase with the moon.
Killed the Jacobis almost four weeks ago in Chicago. Full moon.
Killed the Leeds family in Buffalo night before last.
A day short of a lunar month.
With a little bit of luck,
we might have a little more than three weeks before he does it again.
People dump small dogs here all the time,
and I can give away the cute ones.
The rest stay and get to be big ones.
Molly's a sucker for strays.
You're not fooling anybody.
You have a nice life here.
Yeah. Yeah, I'm lucky here. I know that.
- I'm gonna take the dogs out for a pee. - OK.
Come on, boys. Come here.
Come on.
- How old is he? - Eleven.
He's going to be taller than you.
Yeah, his father was.
I'll come with you. Come on! Come on!
Come on, let's go.
So whatever he says he wants to do, you'll take him anyway, won't you?
I have to. I promise I'll try to make it as easy on him as I can.
I know what I'm asking.
I wished to God I didn't have to.
How bad is it gonna be if you stay here and read about the next one?
If you stay and there's more killing,
maybe it would sour this place for you.
High Noon and all that.
Do you want me to go?
I'd have the satisfaction that you did the right thing.
He kills families.
If I go...
...I'll be different when I get back.
I won't.
"Dear Will, we have all found a new life,
"but our old lives hover in the shadows.
"Soon enough, I fear Jack Crawford will come knocking.
"I would encourage you, as a friend,
"not to step back through the door he holds open.
"It's dark on the other side and madness is waiting."
I cut Mr Leeds's throat as he lies asleep beside his wife.
I shoot Mrs Leeds.
The bullet enters to the right of her navel and lodges in her lumbar spine.
Mr Leeds rises, his throat cut...
...to protect the children.
I shoot one of the two boys in bed.
The other boy I pull out from under his bed and shoot him on the floor.
Losing gallons of blood,
Mr Leeds falls and dies outside his sons' room.
The smashing of mirrors begins.
I moved the family after they were dead,
and later put them back where they were when I killed them.
Talcum powder on the body...
There's none in the house.
I have to touch her.
This isn't my design.
I was told you were told I was coming. Were you not told?
Your office or agency called me, of course,
but last night we had to get the police to remove
an obnoxious flame-haired woman who was trying to take pictures.
I'm being very careful. I'm sure you understand, Mr Price.
Agent. Special.
Special Agent Price,
the bodies were only released to us at one o'clock this morning,
and the funeral's at five this afternoon. We simply can't delay it.
This won't take very long.
I'll need one reasonably-intelligent assistant, if you have one.
Cancel the reasonably-intelligent assistant, mine just showed up.
I can't help you with your thing. I got a thing.
What kind of thing do you got?
I'm reconstructing teeth from the bite marks on Mrs Leeds
and this cheddar cheese wheel thing we found in her refrigerator.
Yeah, the Tooth Fairy was feeling peckish.
Well, we'll double-dutch. Woman's gotta get in the ground.
Voilà.
It's a partial. Probably a thumb.
- Jimmy, you're the light of my life. - I know.
The print was smudged.
Came off Mrs Leeds's eye. Never did that before.
Er, I just...
Erm, sorry, but I'm just surprised to see you back.
Welcome back.
Jimmy...
OK. The mirror pieces all had those smooth prints.
Forefinger on the back of the piece wedged in her labia,
a smudged thumb on the front.
He polished it after he placed it, so he could see his face in there.
One in her mouth was obscured by blood. Same with the eyes.
Ran an AFIS. He's not in the print index.
We could run a "Have-You-Seen- These-Teeth?" sort of APB.
They're distinctive.
Pegged lateral incisors, here and here.
The teeth are all crooked.
The central incisor's got a corner missing.
The other central incisor has a groove in it.
A snaggletooth son of a bitch.
And he bites. A lot.
He may have a history of biting in lesser assaults.
May be a fighting pattern as much as sexual behaviour.
What's he fighting, Will?
You were asking about the dog. Last night, a vet called the police.
Leeds and his oldest boy took the dog into the vet
the afternoon before they were killed.
What's going to happen to it?
Please don't worry about the dog.
- What do you expect me to do? - The best you can, that's all.
There's something else I can do.
I can wait until I'm driven to it by desperation
in the last days before the full moon.
Or I could do it now... while it might be of some use.
Is there an opinion that you want, Will?
It's a mindset I need to recover.
I have to see Hannibal.
Hello, Dr Lecter.
Hello, Will.