Hannibal s03e05 Episode Script

Previously on Hannibal If this is about my position at the palazzo, once the path was cleared, I won the job fairly on my merits.
Two men from the Capponi are dead.
You are going to be caught.
Europe is where a man of his tastes would settle.
- His tastes are very specific.
- That's how you'll find him.
Come back with me.
We have a chance to regain our reputations by capturing the Mostro.
I'm here for Will Graham.
I have no reason to stay here.
He saw to that.
I'll help you find him.
On still evenings, when the air was damp after a rain, we played a game.
Hannibal would burn all kinds of barks and incense for me to identify by scent alone.
He was charming the way a cub is charming.
A small cub that grows up to be like one of the big cats.
One you can't play with later.
The day I met Hannibal, he was an orphan.
I was meant to meet him with his sister, but he was alone.
How did you meet him? I was his aunt's attendant.
My parents sent me to learn from Lady Murasaki when I was just a girl.
I learned from Hannibal, too.
He comes in the guise of a mentor, but it's distress that excites him.
I'm not in distress.
Not anymore.
You had a strict rule about taking life and you broke it.
Is it on your mind? Do you see yourself killing him over and over? No.
I see you.
How do you know Hannibal's in Florence? Botticelli.
I've never been to Italy.
I've never expected to.
Birds eat thousands of snails every day.
Some of those snails survive digestion and emerge to find they've traveled the world.
In the belly of the beast.
I kept cochlear gardens as a young man to attract fireflies.
Their larvae would devour many times their own body weight in snails.
Fuel to power a transformation into a delicate creature of such beauty.
To the misfortune of the snail.
Snails follow their nature as surely as those that eat them.
Fireflies live very brief lives.
Better to live true to yourself for an instant than never know it.
Not like Will Graham does.
An insect lacks morality to agonize over.
Will agonizes about inevitable change.
Almost anything can be trained to resist its instinct.
A shepherd dog doesn't savage the sheep.
But it wants to.
Will has reached a state of moral dumbfounding.
Empathy and reciprocity.
Reciprocity.
If we keep track of incoming and outgoing intentions, Will Graham is en route to kill you while you lie in wait to kill him.
Now that's reciprocity.
Ciao, Bella.
- Grazie.
- Here we are.
- Mmm! Grazie.
- Prego.
You've recently stopped wearing your wedding ring.
Yes, and you've recently started wearing yours.
I have a young and lovely wife.
Her efforts have ground twelve pounds off my frame.
- La Vita Nuova.
- Yeah.
Divorced? No.
Widowed.
I met her here.
It's a little strange to be in Italy without her.
- What was her name? - Bella.
To Bella.
- To Bella.
- To Bella.
I look at her and I think about all the things I want to give her How you wish to appear in her eyes.
Certainly not in my present role at the Questura.
I perform menial errands found for me by my former subordinates.
Interviews in missing person cases.
They've enjoyed my fall from grace.
You weren't in Palermo on official business.
Neither were you.
And your subordinates at the Questura, - They know you're investigating Hannibal Lecter? - I'll tell them, when I know it's Lecter that I'm investigating.
You already know.
I need to be certain.
- I am disgraced and out of fortune.
- It has inclined you towards a game that's outside of the law.
I know.
I played that game.
And I lost.
Let's eat.
Oh, my goodness how beautiful.
- Pasta? - Please.
This is pappardelle alla lepre.
Can you say it? - Par-par-delle alla - No, no.
It's not "par-par-delle".
- No no - No, it's "pappardelle.
" - Pappardelle.
- Yeah! That's it.
Yes.
- With lepre.
- Ah, well, thank you.
A table setting from the home of Dr.
Hannibal Lecter.
The silverware is 19th-century Dutch from Christofle.
The plate is Gien French china from Tiffany.
The table linen is damask cotton, also from Christofle.
You've got to hand it to the man.
He has the most marvelous taste.
I've discovered a pattern of purchases.
An echo of the life he lived in Baltimore.
He likes music, he likes wine, he likes food and he likes you.
How did you taste, Dr.
Bloom? Sweet, I bet.
I'm sure you got a taste of him, too.
Spitters are quitters, and you don't strike me as a quitter.
The first step in the development of taste is to be willing to credit your own opinion.
But in the areas of food and wine, I have to follow Hannibal's precedents.
A receipt from a Florentine fine grocer, Vera dal 1926, for two bottles of Bâtard-Montrachet and some tartufi bianchi.
And another.
And another.
And another.
- Huh! - Once a week, for the last three months, a blonde woman has been making the exact same purchase.
Due bottiglie di Bâtard-Montrachet e li tartufi bianchi, per favore.
And she always pays cash.
Grazie.
She's shopping for Hannibal.
Bravo.
Are we obligated to talk? No.
Strange to talk so much.
Not used to hearing voices outside my head.
I hear voices from all directions.
In the gnawing sameness of your days did you look at the shape of things? At what you were becoming? I wasn't becoming anything.
I was standing still.
Exactly where he left me standing.
Like taxidermy.
Hollowed out and filled with something else.
Not something else.
I'm not as malleable as you are.
I was violent when it was the right thing to do.
But I think you like it.
We afforded each other an experience we may not otherwise have had.
If you don't kill him, you're afraid you are going to become him.
Yes.
There are means of influence other than violence.
- Dr.
Fell? - Yes.
I am Inspector Rinaldo Pazzi from the Questura di Firenze.
I was wondering if you ever met your predecessor? Never met him.
Read several of his monographs.
The officers who first investigated checked the Palazzo for any sort of note farewell notes, suicide notes, found nothing.
The going assumption is, he eloped with a woman and her money.
What is the going assumption regarding Professor Sogliato? Still no word? You may have had the last word with Sogliato.
Your colleague Signor Albizzi, tells me no one has spoken to Professor Sogliato since he declined your invitation to dinner.
He is the second to have disappeared from the Palazzo.
Like any good investigator, I'm sure you're sifting the circumstances for profit.
Both were bachelors, well-respected scholars with orderly lives.
They had some savings, nothing much.
- Commendatore Pazzi? - Yeah? I think you are a Pazzi of the Pazzi, am I correct? How did you know that? You resemble a figure at the Della Robbia roundels in your family's chapel at Santa Croce.
Yeah.
Yeah.
That was Andrea de Pazzi depicted as John the Baptist.
Then there's the most famous Pazzi of all: Francesco.
He attempted to assassinate Lorenzo the Magnificent in the cathedral, at Mass, in 1478.
heazzi family were all brought low on that Sunday.
If you come upon anything, Dr.
Fell, anything personal from the missing men, will you call me? Of course, Commendatore.
State your business, please.
I may have information about Hannibal Lecter.
Do you know where he is now? I believe so.
Is the reward in effect? Why haven't you called the police? I'm required to encourage you to do so.
Is the reward payable in special circumstances? To someone not ordinarily eligible? Do you mean a bounty on Dr.
Lecter? Yes.
It is against international convention to offer a bounty for someone's death, sir.
Are you calling from Europe? Yes, I am.
That's all I'm telling you.
I suggest you contact an attorney to discuss the legality of bounties.
May I recommend one? There is one in Geneva, I encourage you strongly to call him and be frank about the matter.
Would you like the number, sir? Sir? Yes.
Give me the number.
I prefer the sound and feel of the harpsichord.
More alive, the music arrives like experience, sudden and entire.
The piano has the quality of a memory.
Today has the quality of a memory.
You've met Inspector Pazzi before.
In my youth We shared a fondness for Botticelli and crossed paths in the Uffizi Gallery, beneath La Primavera.
Does he know what you are? When I looked into his face and stood close him, I was well aware that all the elements of epiphany were present.
And yet here you are, free to tell me all about it.
He must wait, and lurk and think.
It's too soon to flush his quarry.
He's deciding what to do.
Someone's put a price on your head.
As an early warning system, a bounty is better than radar.
It inclines authorities everywhere to forsake their duty and scramble after me privately.
Should Rinaldo Pazzi join Professor Sogliato and the late curator of the Palazzo down in the damp? Should his body be found after an apparent suicide? No.
Rinaldo Pazzi, a Pazzi of the Pazzi, chief inspector at the Florentine Questura, has to decide what his honor is worth.
What is it worth to be known as the man who caught Hannibal Lecter? For a policeman, credit has a short half-life.
Better to sell me.
I like the night.
It's more than a period of time; it's another place.
It's different from where we are during the day.
We're different from who we are during the day.
Little more hidden, little less seen.
When life is most like a dream.
Why are you searching for him? What are you hoping to find? I'm not searching for Hannibal.
I know exactly where he is.
Is he in Florence? Yes.
Why didn't you tell me you knew? I told you there are means of influence other than violence.
But violence is what you understand.
Hello, Rinaldo! - Hello.
- Thank you so much for reaching out.
Without the cooperation of concerned citizens such as yourself, monsters like Hannibal Lecter would be running wild.
Shall we? Let's.
I will privately pay three million dollars for the doctor alive, no questions asked, discretion guaranteed.
Those terms include a one-hundred-thousand dollar advance.
To qualify for the advance, you must provide a positively identifiable fingerprint from Dr.
Lecter.
Capito? Yes, yes, yes.
I understand.
I will require a fresh fingerprint in situ and unlifted, on an object for my experts to examine independently.
You don't want to alarm the doctor.
He may disappear too well and I would be left with nothing.
- Si.
- So you have no illusions about what's going to happen to Dr.
Lecter.
You would be selling him into torture and death.
I'm aware.
You get the rest of the money when he is delivered alive and in our hands.
I don't want Dr.
Lecter - near Florence when you - I understand your concern.
Don't worry, he won't be.
Toodle-oo.
Hannibal is going to kill him, you know.
Dr.
Fell? - Buonasera, commendatore.
- Buonasera, Dottore Fell.
Back so soon? Given the nature of your exhibition and the contents of our last conversation, I brought something I thought you might like to see.
It was supposedly worn by Francesco de Pazzi when he met his end.
My family guilt cast in iron.
A scold's bridle.
- May I? - Of course.
A wonderful heirloom.
I'm so glad you stopped by, Commendatore Pazzi, as I have a family heirloom for you.
Beneath the figure is written a name.
- Can you make it out? - It says, "Pazzi.
" This is your ancestor, Francesco, hanging outside the Palazzo.
This particular illustration is bowels out.
I've seen others bowels in.
By all accounts, Francesco was led astray by thirty pieces of silver from the hand of the Papal banker.
It's hard to see, but here's where the archbishop bit him.
Eyes wild as he choked, the archbishop locked his teeth in Pazzi's flesh.
On a related subject, I must confess, I've been giving very serious thought to doing the same.
Thank you.
He said he would be home by now.
What has he done? Can you hear me, Signor Pazzi? Take a deep breath while you can.
Clear your head.
I haven't had a bite all day.
Actually, your liver and kidneys would be suitable for dinner right away Tonight, even, but the rest of the meat should hang at least a week in the current cool conditions.
I didn't see the forecast, did you? I gather that means "no.
" If you tell me what I need to know, commendatore, it would be convenient for me to leave without my meal.
I will ask you the questions and then we'll see.
You can trust me, you know, though I expect that you find trust difficult, knowing yourself.
When the police didn't come, it was clear that you had sold me.
Was it Mason Verger you sold me to? Thank you.
I called the number on his "wanted" site once, far from here, just for fun.
Have you told anyone at the Questura about me? Was that a nod? Pronto.
Inspector Pazzi.
My name is Alana Bloom.
- You don't know me, but I know your benefactor - Hello, Alana.
I'm afraid the inspector is otherwise occupied.
Is he dead? There is nothing I would love more than to be able to chat with you, Alana, but you caught me at a rather awkward moment.
Nice to hear your voice.
So, commendatore, which do you think? Bowels in or bowels out? Out, I think.
Hello, Jack.
Did you get my note? I am truly sorry about Bella.
For her, night and day must've been very much the same in the end.
When she could no longer stir or speak, did you speak for her? I imagine you were capable of giving any medication Bella may have needed in the night.
Did you practice injections on an orange, Jack? What medication did you give her in the end? Was it too much? Or just enough? I brought Bella back from death and you returned her to it.
Is that where you're taking me, Jack? How will you feel when I'm gone? Alive.