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rocktheholygrail · 8 months
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Hannibal 1x01 deleted scenes
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transgendercannibal · 10 months
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.... he's eating them.
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r-capa · 8 months
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okay sunshine girlies, hope i'm making sense.
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Christopher McKenney, circa 2014 Photograph
https://www.christophermckenneyart.com/
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stranded-labyrinth · 11 months
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nbc hannibal au where everything is the same except one of the hannigram men has cliché Disney princess abilities
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wastrelwoods · 7 months
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i cannot believe the hannibal pilot script scene is going around IN FULL and everyone is zeroing in on the fact that hannibal is smoking and not acknowledging at ALL the idea of him doing so whilst in full pink panther bullshit disguise with a prosthetic nose and a fake beard. i'm sympathetic to the notion of mads mikkelsen with a cigarette in his mouth being nice to look at but i CANNOT imagine that outweighing the What The Fuck Of It All in context
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hootybal-lecter · 1 month
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Hannibal's murder of Cassy Boyle was his Minnesota Shrike murder fanart
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morningstarbee · 2 months
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Thinking about episode 1 again. So like.
Obviously after the scene where Will and Hannibal meet, Hannibal is all "I think I can help Will see this cannibal's face." or whatever and it smash cuts to Cassie Boyle field kabuki
But like, I'm thinking about the timeline here.
So Hannibal goes to Minnesota, finds a girl who fits the profile of the Shrike's victims, takes her lungs, kills her, displays her and then goes back to Baltimore. Because when we see him cooking her lungs, it looks like his own kitchen?
And he doesn't show up to Minnesota "officially" until the second day, when he wakes Will up for the breakfast scene in the motel.
Assumedly, Jack calls him to Minnesota to help Will with the profile after Will makes that snarky comment about "Why don't you have Dr. Lecter draw you up a profile. You seem really impressed with his opinion."
So like
They meet
Hannibal goes to Minnesota and kills Cassie Boyle
Hannibal goes home.
The team gets called to Minnesota to investigate Cassie Boyle scene. Will tells Jack to ask Hannibal. Jack calls Hannibal.
Hannibal agrees. The next day he cooks the lungs and then goes back to Minnesota to wake Will up and flirt with him at like 8 in the morning.
I just need to know how this man got the lungs pass airport security. And if he didn't if he drove to Minnesota to kill Cassie Boyle...If you've seen my previous post, you know that's at LEAST an 18 hour drive, more with traffic and breaks. And then he had to drive back. Which is again, at LEAST 18 hours.
I like to believe that Hannibal had JUST gotten home from the drive when Jack called him back and he had to book a plane ticket to Minisoda
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hellish-cruelty · 7 months
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Corpse Art beauty of Hannibal (2013 - 2015)
1. Tree Man (City Councilman Sheldon Isely, “Futamono”)
2. Primavera (Unnamed Couple, “Primavera”)
3. Human Totem Pole (Various, “Trou Normand”)
4. The Eye (Various, “Sakizuke”)
5. Antler Girl (Marissa Schurr, “Potage”)
6. Shrike Corpse (Cassie Boyle, “Apéritif”)
7. Angels (Roger and Michelle Brunner, “Coquilles”)
8. . Human Cello (Douglas Wilson, “Fromage”)
9. Damien Hirst Homage (Beverly Katz, *sniff*, “Mukōzuke”)
10. Justice is Blind and Oh Yeah Also Has No Brain (Judge Davis, “Hassun”)
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tayasui-mono · 7 months
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Hannibal "changing" Will into something he intrinsically isn't feels like a misunderstanding. Will is always Will and he will always be Will. The Will Hannibal sees and the Will that Will himself sees are the same, the difference lying in perception. Hannibal thinks Will's mind is that of an artist's; like himself. Will thinks of his own mind as something dangerous; not to others, but to himself. If everything he sees touches everything he is, then how does he stay "himself" when he's stained by every colour he touches?
Hannibal abuses this greatest fear at first from fascination. Will is convinced that he has acted out of control. He is no longer himself. He figures out the culprit. This is the greatest betrayal.
Will has purpose, now. There will be a reckoning. The stag that has imprinted on his mind after seeing Hannibal's brutalisation of Cassie Boyle is a muse that stomps across his psyche. He sees the stag leading him out of the prison cell which Hannibal ushers him back into: To be rid of Hannibal, he must let his muse guide him. He must be inspired by his urges and cruelty.
His fear has always been change. But all of Will Graham is Will Graham, Hannibal knows this. In his wrath for Hannibal, he is no longer afraid of losing himself. He sends Matthew Brown as his assassin.
What Hannibal hoped for Will, was that Will be no longer afraid of his chair of antlers, no longer scorn it when it's so valuable even beyond its usefulness. While everyone, especially Alana Bloom was professionally curious, Hannibal was enamored with Will by virtue of who he is.
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theoraclephobetor · 4 months
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It still hits me hard that Hannibal trusts Will from the beginning. Not with secrets, obviously, but Hannibal never questions Will's judgment.
He says "there's no address" and Hannibal goes "ah, then that's definitely the killer, let me call my fellow cannibal to give him a heads up". As much as they are off to a rocky start, Hannibal has no hesitation in trusting that Will knows his shit.
And this hits me because we watch Will state the facts as he sees them and then brace for people to demand proof that he can't give. Crawford obviously trusts that Will isn't lying, but that trust has been hard won - it's a trust earned instead of a trust given. And it's a trust that could break at any time, if their conversation in the washroom is any indication.
But Hannibal looks at Will and SEES that he isn't making a leap - to Will, the evidence is obvious and leads to only one conclusion. Will's analysis is a series of if/then statements that he follows to the logical conclusion (ok, fine, a logical conclusion given the internal logic of this show) and the rest of the world just... doesn't see the journey. I don't even think Hannibal sees the journey (yet) - but Hannibal doesn't need to see into the mechanism of his mind to trust Will.
Will's a thorny, traumatized man who has had to fight for people to take him seriously, and then Hannibal shows up and just... takes it as gospel that Will isn't lying. Of course Will falls for this man. I'm halfway in love with him already.
(Sidenote: "dogs keep a promise that people can't" - we literally watch Will earn Winston's trust by feeding him hot dogs, the same way Hannibal tries to earn Will's by feeding him Cassie Boyle sausages and eggs. It adds a lot of nuance to the way Hannibal thinks of Will, treating him like a pet the way Will treats his dogs. But on the other hand, Will connects more with his dogs than with any human in this episode - suggesting that Hannibal sees Will as both a pet he needs to tame and also a creature that can give him companionship in a way no one else can.)
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angelmenace · 18 days
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Twisted Minds: Act II- Chapter Sixteen Hassun
TW: Crime scenes, Gore, Crying, Implied Death, Court Scenes, Lying, a smidge of Jealousy, Desperation, Slight Possessiveness
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COURTHOUSE - COURTROOM - DAY -
 the speaker as MARION VEGA, prosecutor. She has the floor. A smiling assassin.
“Garret Jacob Hobbs, the Minnesota Shrike, killed young women who looked just like his daughter. He killed them and he ate them.” Vega pauses and looks at Will. He sits, shackled, with his attorney LEONARD BRAUER. JUDGE BERTRAND DAVIES straight ahead. An audience in the gallery. No jury. A bailiff stands guard. 
“Will Graham understood how Garret Jacob Hobbs thought, which is how he caught him. Shot Hobbs dead as he cut his daughter's throat. Will Graham and his partner Dr. Y/N L/N saved Abigail Hobbs's life. But this profile he created of her father was so vivid, he couldn't escape it. In an unconscious state, he killed three more young women.” She has a remote for a projector in her hand and she CLICKS it. The LIGHTS DIM. KER-CHUNK -- the lights flicker across Will's face as a slide changes on a screen. SLIDE: CASSIE BOYLE MOUNTED ON ANTLERS.
“Cassie Boyle.” KER-CHUNK -- MARISSA SCHUUR IMPALED ON ANTLERS.
“Marissa Schuur.” KER-CHUNK -- ABIGAIL HOBBS. Will looks down. 
“And Abigail Hobbs. Mr. Graham saved her from her father, but couldn't save her from himself. He killed her and ate her. At the very least, we know he ate her ear.” KER-CHUNK -- a ghastly image of the ear Will threw up.
“What he did with the rest of her is locked away in the recesses of Will Graham's traumatized mind, or so he would have you believe. Something else you should know about Will Graham. He's an eideteker. He has a remarkable visual memory. He is keenly insightful to the human condition and I would argue, the smartest person in this room. Capable of creating a psychological profile of a different kind of killer, one that would become his alibi.” 
COURTHOUSE - HALLWAY OUTSIDE THE COURTROOM - DAY-
JACK CRAWFORD paces, waiting. KADE PRURNELL approaches. “Moment of truth.”
“If I knew what the truth was.” Jack says as he prepares himself to take the stand. “There’s nothing wrong with your instincts.” Prurnell says as she looks him dead in the eyes. “My instincts have not yet arrived at conviction.” Jack says as his head bows towards the sky. “Mine have. With the benefit of no prior involvement and no personal connections to the accused.”
“Meaning, I can't be impartial.” Jack says softly and with slight understanding. 
“Of course you can be impartial. But right now, you're not. You have to believe something. As long as there is reason and evidence to believe. You have reason. You have evidence. Will Graham is playing a game.” Kade Prurnell is certain in her beliefs. The courtroom door opens and Jack turns, expecting to be called. His nerves evident. But it is just a bailiff exiting. Kade softens. “I understand why that would be hard for you to accept.”
“Let’s hear that theory.” Jack says with slight defiance and an unreadable expression, “It is easier to be a man who missed a friend's suffering than it is to be the head of Behavioral Sciences at the FBI who missed a killer standing right in front of him. There's a reason you're a witness for the prosecution, Agent Crawford.” Prurnell says with a cold gaze.  “What reason would that be?” Jack says as he meets her eyes with a cold gaze of his own. 
“If you can't represent your own beliefs, represent the Bureau's. Will Graham lied to the FBI. He lied to you. And you know it.” She holds his arm, reassuring, cheerleading. “Let yourself off the hook, Jack.”
COURTHOUSE - COURTROOM - DAY-
Jack is on the stand. Mid-testimony. Vega in front of him, but Jack's eyes are on Will Graham. Will does not look away. There is a female bailiff on duty. I’m directly behind Will, I keep my eyes on Jack. “How did you meet Will Graham?” asks Ms. Vega
“I met him at the opening of the Evil Minds Research Museum. He disagreed with what we called it. He told me the title mythologized banal, cruel men who don't deserve to sound like supervillains.” 
“What was your first impression?”
“He was intelligent. And arrogant. And very likely on the spectrum.”
“Which is why he was never real FBI. He failed the screening procedures.”
“Yes.”
“But you felt he was qualified to work in the field.”
“Under my supervision. And with a Partner.” I look down at my lap with a clenched jaw. 
“You believed he was valuable because he can think like a killer?”
“He can think like anybody. He has pure empathy and projection. He can imprint profiles on the blank slate of his mind for us to read. Its one of the reasons I though Dr. L/N and him would work well together” I smile softly at the thought.
“Sounds like a supervillain. She points to a table in front of the bench. It is laden with marked evidence bags, dozens of them, including five fishhooks, for each of the victims.”
“Five horrendous murders. Over forty different pieces of forensic and physical evidence. That tell us Will Graham knows how to think like a killer because he is one.” Jack looks up at Prurnell and then at Will. Vega presses.
“Rather than being tormented by the work he did, Will Graham enjoyed the cover his role at the FBI gave him to commit his terrible crimes.”  Jack looks at Kade Prurnell. Then Jack looks at Will. “I don't believe that to be true.” Marion Vega is thrown off guard by that.
“Agent Crawford?” For Jack, this is a moment of clarity; he looks at Will, talking to him; committing to what he feels to be true. “Will hated every second of the work. Didn't fake that. He hated it and I kept making him do it.”
“Why then, when you gave him the opportunity to quit, did he refuse?”
“Because he was saving lives. I was warned by more than one person, including his partner Dr. L/N, if I pushed Will, I would break him. I put checks and balances in place, then ignored them. And here we are.” In the gallery, Prurnell looks saddened. She exits. Will stares at Jack on the witness stand, and Leonard Brauer can't hide a smile as he makes a note.
A PADDED ENVELOPE -- MARKED URGENT -- CARRIED BY A PARALEGAL - COURTHOUSE - COURTROOM - DAY
Where Will Graham is at the defense table with Brauer. Brauer is late 40s, cocksure and aware of his own abilities. “What does Jack Crawford drink? Because whatever it is, I need to send him a very expensive bottle.” Brauer says with a shiteating grin on his face. “He said I'm a killer because he drove me insane.”
“He paved the road for your defense.”
“He didn't say Will was innocent.” I say as I approach Will and His Lawyer. Brauer shakes his head. A pragmatist. “Innocence isn't a verdict, Dr. L/N. "Not guilty" is. This isn't law, it's advertising.” Brauer says as he looks to me. 
“Advertising trivializes, it manipulates, it's vulgar.” I say for Will. “Boo-hoo. So's the law. We have to create the desire to find you "not guilty," which does not exist in this courtroom. We're manipulating the consumer into buying something they don't need. They don't want your innocence. Unconsciousness in a pretty package, that I can sell.” The paralegal brings the envelope down to Brauer.
“Thank you.” The paralegal turns to leave and Brauer opens the envelope and takes out another envelope. He pulls open the second envelope. Shakes it over his legal pad.
“If I take the moral high ground with you, I'll get you killed.” SLO-MO as flakes of DRIED BLOOD drop like snow onto the pad – WILL GRAHAM -- his face falls -- BACK TO REAL TIME -- a HUMAN EAR drops onto the pad. Gray, spotted with DARK BLOOD around the rough edges of the incision. I gasp loudly and cover my mouth. 
“I think I opened your mail.”
BAU - EVIDENCE PROCESSING - NIGHT-
Hannibal and Y/N stand beside Jack, watching him thoughtfully. Jack absently listens as BEVERLY KATZ, BRIAN ZELLER, JIMMY PRICE work on the ear and the envelopes, reporting their findings. Lips move WITHOUT SOUND until their VOICES SLOWLY FADE IN. “Shrunken capillaries. The ear was cut from a corpse no more than forty-eight hours ago.” Zeller says as he gestures towards the ear.
“Before the trial started.” Bev says. “We fumed it all -- ear's clean, no prints on the envelopes besides the courier, paralegal and the lawyer.” Jimmy says as Hannibal leans over the ear in fascination. “One thing's for sure. Will Graham didn't do it.” I say from next to Hannibal. 
“Although, I wouldn't be surprised.” Zeller says with a distaste for My recently incarcerated Partner. “The timing is deliberate, choreographed to drop the ear at the start of Will's trial.” Jack points out as he ignores the distastful Zeller. “Such a gift has great significance.” Hannibal says as he place a hand on my Lower back, causing my breathing to hitch. 
“A "gift." From who?” Jack asks with a furrow of his brow. “Will claimed someone else committed the crimes he's accused of.” I say,  “He said that someone was Hannibal.” Jack says with a raised brow. “Perhaps he was half right.” Hannibal says as  Jack looks at Him, considers what he is saying. “You gotta be kidding me.”  the angry, impassioned Zeller --
COURTHOUSE - COURTROOM - DAY-
...the DOORS OPEN and FREDDIE LOUNDS ENTER. Without ever fully revealing her face, leads her to the witness stand, favoring Will as she makes her way down the aisle. “I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth.” Marion Vega questions Freddie Lounds, mid-testimony.
“Would you please describe your relationship with Abigail Hobbs?”
“It was sisterly. We were very close. I was helping her write a book about surviving her father.” 
“Did you ever discuss Will Graham with Abigail?” Did they ever when i spent time with Abigail she’d tell me about her interactions with Freddie Lounds. 
“Yes. She bonded with him after her father's death, even saw him as a father figure. Which he took advantage of until Abigail began to feel threatened by him.”
“Did Will Graham ever threaten you?”
“He told me it wasn't very smart to piss off a man who thought about killing people for a living. I believed him. I was terrified.” Bitch please. I was there, i could feel the cockiness and Arogance, but never fear nor terror. “You spend a lot of time with murderers and their victims. Why were you terrified?”
“Will Graham never struck me as a victim. He was something else.”
“Why was Abigail so afraid of him?”
“Her father killed young women as substitutes for her. She told me she was worried Will Graham wasn't interested in substitutes.” A catch of breath as Freddie's emotions suddenly catch her. What a wonderful Actress she is, able to get even the jury to choke up. I roll my eyes and Will turns around and looks at me then back at the stand. 
“This is all hearsay, your honor.”
“We'd argue excited utterance–”
“I'll allow it.” The judge remarks
“Abigail told me she believed Will Graham was going to kill her and cannibalize her like her father wanted to do. She was right. I should have listened to her.”
“You blame yourself for her death?”
“I blame Will Graham.” Freddie wipes her eyes. STARES Will down. And I almost walk up there and Knock her the fuck out.
“Your witness.” Brauer stands. “Miss Lounds, I've only been recently retained on this case, so forgive me for not having all the details. Can you remind me how many times you've been sued for libel?”
She Hesitates “Six.”
“Six. How many times did you settle?”
“Six.” She sighs her farce fading. “Six. Thank you. Nothing further.”
COURTHOUSE - CORRIDOR - DAY-
Jack Crawford standing in the center l he is blocking Freddie Lounds's path. “You and I spoke at length about Abigail Hobbs. You suspected her of complicity in her father's crimes.” Jack says with anger and suspicion. “I remember our discussion.” she says as she crosses her arms
“Just chose not to mention it.” Jack says with annoyance for the red head. “No one asked.” Freddie looks at Jack, deadly serious now. Real emotion. “Abigail was a frightened girl, who put her trust in Will Graham. And he killed her.”
“Your testimony made her death sound like it was premeditated.”
“Murder, Jack. Her murder.”
“Did that conversation with Abigail Hobbs ever happen?” Freddie stares, then: “You're looking after your friend. I'm looking after mine.”
BSHCI - WILL GRAHAM'S CELL - DAY-
Hannibal and Y/N face Will standing on his side of the bars. “It seems you have an admirer.” Hannibal says with a amused smile. 
“You think someone sent me an ear because they admire me?” Will asks confused, I look at him with soft eyes. “The boundaries of what's considered normal are getting narrower. Outside those boundaries, this may be intended as a helpful gesture.” I say to him. I want to reach out a hand but i know the guards would most likely stop me. And Hannibal keeps gracing his hand on my back.
“How far would you go to help me?” Will asks as he turns his head towards Hannibal. “It hadn't occurred to me to send you an ear. But I'm grateful and intrigued that someone has.” Hannibal says and he inconspiculously runs his fingers up and down my spine.
“Gratitude has a short half-life.”
“So can doubt. Our ideas are not set in stone. When exposed to new thoughts, they adapt into their most potent form. I have new thoughts about who you are. There may very well be another killer.” Hannibal says as him and Will lock eyes. 
“I want there to be.” Will says as he looks at me. “Some part of you still suspects me.” Hannibal says as he looks down at me then to Will.  “I don't know what anyone is capable of anymore. Even myself. I know there's no evidence against you.” Will says, i close my eyes and sigh.
“There never was.”
“Accusing you makes me look insane. I'm not insane. Not anymore.”
“You may not be guilty. Tell Us about your admirer, Will.” I ask as i step forward slightly.  “He's experienced. A sophisticated killer. He has a wit and a whimsy. Parodied the crimes We investigated so well We didn't know he was there. He's connected to me somehow. He knows me. Or thinks he does. He certainly knew about the cases.” Will says, i nod in agreement. 
“You could be describing me.” Hannibal says as he steps behind me. “I once thought I was.” Will says as he watches as Hannibals hands grace my shoulders. “This ear you were sent presents an opportunity, Will. If someone else is responsible for your crimes, perhaps he now wants to be seen.” I say, i know the killer is close. You could say they’re right behind me. 
“Why would he want to be seen now?” Will asks confused on this situation put at hand. “He cares what happens to you.” Will Graham holds Hannibal's gaze.
BSHCI - THERAPY HALL - DAY-
Y/N sits in a solitary chair opposite Will Graham locked into his therapy cage. Shafts of sunlight giving the space a cathedral feel. Leonard Brauer paces to one side. “I don't want the first time you do this to be in court. Dr. L/N, weren't you and the accused romantically involved?” I dont blink.
“How is that relevant to the case?” I ask, i really dont want my love life out into the court. “It's relevant to your testimony. In that court, your affections, your pro-anything Will Graham will be on trial. Get all starey and non-blinky like you did and it'll undermine you and me, but mainly him.” Brauer says as he looks at me.
“My testimony is based on my professional–” I say but am cut off  “You're smitten with the accused, Dr. L/N. It's adorable. But not our brand of defense.” Y/N looks caught.
“Marion Vega will smell it on you like you stepped in Young Adult and tracked it into the courtroom. Were you and Will Graham romantically involved?” I look at Will, then at Brauer; this is all so painful. “There was a Blooming relationship between me and Mr. Graham, yes.”
“How was it?” I again can't avoid looking at Will. Then at Brauer. “The advance came from Will. And i initially rejected it.”
“Because he was dangerous?”
“Because he was unstable.”
“What made you change your mind” I look at Will. My eyes say one thing, My words another. I looks at Brauer -- definite. “I don't have romantic feelings for Will Graham Anymore. I have a professional relationship.” That sits in the air. Brauer breaks it. Pleased.  “I like "professional Relationship." It's so... indifferent. Unless you look like you're lying when you say it. And you didnt, which will fool the jury. But we all know…”
“She was lying.” I am looking at Will, the painful truth of this hurts. The fact i have to lie or pretend that i dont Lov- is this what love is? Protecting with no remorse of the others that are affected. All i want is for Will to be Free. so that we can try to move on from this. We save lives together. But there's gonna be a day and age where we wont be the most innocent when it comes to blood shed. Like I even am at all.
BAU - EVIDENCE PROCESSING - NIGHT-
Jack Crawford, Zeller, Price and Katz are gathered around the ear. Looking seriously concerned and energized. “You've identified the ear?” Jack asks who is actively wondering where Y/N is. “We ID'd the knife that cut it off.”  Zeller says with a shrug of the shoulders. 
“It's Will Graham's. The blade matches the cuts on Abigail Hobbs's ear and on this one.” Beverly says as Jimmy Price zooms images of the two ears on a SCREEN.
“It was presenting in court as evidence. And then it went to the courthouse evidence room.” Beverly says. “It was checked out by a bailiff at the courthouse. Andrew Sykes. And it never went back.” Price says as JACK  as certainty grows in him. Energized.
FBI SUV - NIGHT-
Jack sits in the passenger seat of an FBI SUV, looking at a neat tract home, all lights dark. He raises a HANDSET.
“Go.”
BAILIFF'S HOUSE - NIGHT-
Shadows move out of shadows as two FBI AGENTS pause on either side of the front door. One nods at the other and he crowbars the lock – As the door FLIES OPEN – A BLUE SPARK A small electrical relay taped to the doorjamb is thrown and we follow the WIRE, taped down the floor and through the hall, into the next room. 
The wire reaches a black shape in the room and FLAME BLOOMS, blue and yellow, beautiful as it quickly spreads. A ROAR and a BURST OF ORANGE LIGHT as flames suddenly surge --
CLOSE -- the blossoming fire as it spreads, reflected up close in a staring EYE...
FBI SUV - BAILIFF'S HOUSE - NIGHT -
Sudden glow of fire fills the car window next to Jack's face, reflected, bathing Jack's face in HEAT and LIGHT as the darkness is chased from the windows of the house and FLAMES
can be seen -- Jack bursts from the SUV and the reflection disappears.
CRASH! The house windows shatter outward as the heat and flame inside builds. Jack shields his face as we hear the ROAR and RUSH of the fire --
BAILIFF'S HOUSE - NIGHT -
QUIET and a muted stillness -- the calm after the storm. A FIRE CREW is leaving, their job done. The house is still intact, but the windows are gone and the place is smoke-damaged. LOCAL COPS are putting up incident tape and turning it into a crime scene.
The house still SIGHS and GROANS from heat contraction. The interior is dark, eerie shadows thrown by work lanterns. Smoke hangs in the air and water drips. Jack navigates the burned home with a flashlight. His feet splash through gray puddles. Jack turns his flashlight into the lounge and his face tightens in grim horror. In his FLASHLIGHT BEAM we see a horrific tableau -- the CAUTERIZED BODY of the DEAD BAILIFFhas been IMPALED on the rack of a huge STAG'S HEAD.
JACK CRAWFORD -- he stares at the body like it is a personal insult.   SMOKE-BLACKENED FACE Torn into a permanent clown's mask. Burns can't hide what was done to the dead bailiff's face. Right ear missing, Glasgow smile cut into his cheeks. BEVERLY KATZ, up close
to the body --- as she tweezes trace evidence into a bag.
WORK LIGHTS now illuminate the mutilated corpse. His uniform is fused to his charred body. A badge and name tag, "Andrew Sykes," melted into his chest. Brian Zeller taps it with his tweezers. Jimmy Price comes from the front door, walking Jack, Y/N, and Hannibal through.
“Wanted to give us a warm welcome and still leave something to find.” 
“An arresting piece of theater.”  Hannibal says as he runs a gloved hand against the SOOT on the wall. Rubs it in his fingers and smells it. Hannibal approaches the body closely. Jimmy Price steps back to let him take it in. Hannibal slowly walks around the corpse on the stag's head.
“It's Will Graham's greatest hits.” Zeller says and i Glare harshly at him. “Are we addressing the elephant in the room? The charred, mutilated elephant right over there.” Jimmy says as he gestures towards the corpse. “Could we have been that wrong?” Jack asks us. I look at him with empathetic eyes. 
“About Will Graham? No. We couldn't. He practically took a selfie with each of his victims.” Zeller says and quite frankly im ready to knock him out…….or shoot him in the foot at the very least. Because his very biased opinion on Will Graham is gonna interfere with this investigation.
Hannibal watches the proceedings like a polite dinner guest watching a family argument, but not engaging in it. “The evidence we found was immediate and almost presentational. May as well have been gift-wrapped.” Bev says, she’s uttering the words of me and Will. 
“That's what You and Will said about Cassie Boyle when she was found in that field. "Field kabuki."” Jack says as he faces me. I nod as I try to keep cool. The utter amount of fear, Betrayal and grasping to life the victim had in his last moments was extremely hard to ignore. And Zeller pissing me off does not help in the slightest.
“There wasn't any evidence before Will was apprehended and there hasn't been any since.” I say with narrow eyes towards Zeller. “He ate a girl's ear. It was inside his stomach. God knows how much else of her was in there.” Zeller says as he stands up and leans towards me trying to act all menacing. But all it makes me feel is like he needs a good ass kicking. 
“Should've taken a stool sample.” Jimmy says softly.  “Knock it off.” Jack says to me and Zeller. 
“Tell me, Jack. What impact could this have on Will's trial?” Hannibal says as Jack considers the implications...
COURTHOUSE - DAY-
Jack Crawford and Kade Prurnell stand before the large, ornate desk of Judge Davies as he gets into his robes. “This murder raises serious doubts about the case against Will Graham.”
“Your team provided the evidence.” Judge Davies says with furrowed brows. “The overwhelming evidence.” Prurnell says with narrowed eyes. “Then you understand how significant it is for me to question it.” Jack says with gusto. “We heard your testimony, Agent Crawford. Are you sure you're not trying to assuage your own guilt.” Prurnell asks sarcastically and rudely. “Yes. I'm sure.”
“I'm not.”
“Why is it so important to you that Will Graham be found guilty?”
“I have no agenda here. What is important to me is the truth.”
“Andrew Sykes was mutilated in the exact manner Will Graham allegedly mutilated his victims. In ways that have not been made public.” Jack says as he is looking positive about his findings. “Will Graham isn't saying he didn't kill those people. His lawyer's running an unconsciousness defense. In effect, he's admitting the acts, just not the responsibility.” Prurnell says with large arm gestures
“Will has always maintained his innocence, despite gaps in memory. Whatever Brauer's strategy, this would offer a new line of defense.” Jack says almost Happily. “That's for Mr. Brauer to tell me, Agent Crawford, not you.” Judge Davies says, “Yes, your honor.” 
“If Mr. Brauer does bring up this murder, I will give him leeway to present it in evidence.”
“Thank you, your honor.” Jack risks a glance at Kade Prurnell, who meets his gaze.
COURTHOUSE - COURTROOM - DAY-
“...Will Graham manifests publicly as an introverted personality. He would have us believe he places on the spectrum somewhere near Asperger's and autism. Yet, he also claims to have an empathy disorder.” Dr. Chilton is on the stand.
“You choose your words very carefully, Dr. Chilton. You chose the word "claims."”
“Will Graham has never been diagnosed. He won't allow anyone to test him. He has carefully
constructed a persona to hide his real nature from the world. He wears it so well, even Jack
Crawford couldn't see past it.”
“But you did?”
“Mr. Graham and I had no personal relationship for him to manipulate. I have objectively studied him and the crimes of which he is accused. These murders were measured and controlled. The confused man Will Graham presents to the world could not commit those crimes. Because that man is a fiction.”
“You discount the encephalitis he was suffering as a cause?”
“He managed his illness with the help of his neurologist, whom he murdered for his trouble.”
“Is Will Graham an intelligent psychopath?”
“There is not yet a name for whatever Will Graham is. He kills methodically and I believe he would kill again, given the opportunity.”
“Thank you, doctor. Your witness.” Brauer stands up.
“Dr. Chilton, Will Graham spent his time catching murderers for the FBI. You don't see a contradiction between that and the cold-blooded killer you describe?”
“No, I don't. Will Graham is driven by vanity and his own whims. He has a very high opinion of his intelligence. Ergo, he caught the other killers simply to prove he is smarter than all of them, too. Saving lives is just as arousing as ending them. He likes to play God.” Chilton smiles. Certain in his damning testimony.
BSHCI - WILL GRAHAM'S CELL - DAY-
Will Graham lies on his bunk. Somewhere off, a demented soul begins screaming in a repetitive wail. A mind in torment. Will stares into the ceiling as the wailing continues, unabated... Will closes his eyes. The cell block lies in darkness. Silence. A SUDDEN hollow CLANG as the bolt slides back in the CELL DOOR. Will Graham's EYES OPEN. Instantly awake. He looks to the cell door, which slowly opens. An invitation.
 BSHCI - CELL BLOCK - NIGHT-
A sound rises -- the hollow CLOP of hooves. Will peers and sees the BLACK STAG, night on night, as it slowly fades into the shadows at the end of the hall. Will follows it into the darkness, past empty cells, toward the end of the cell block where he can now see the GATE stands open. Will peers into the NURSES' STATION. Empty. Will walks toward the open GATE and up the stairs beyond.
“Will?”  Will turns to see Hannibal, amidst the shadows, standing at the door of his cell, pointing him back inside. A KLAXON SOUNDS, harsh in the silent dark. now behind Perspex. He is --
BSHCI - PRIVACY ROOM - DAY-
Hannibal  and Y/N stand outside the doors. Will shackled to the table within. The doors open and Y/N and Hannibal both ENTER. He pulls Y/N a seat then sits and pushes a file across the table to Will.
It slides across the table until it COMES INTO FOCUS. It's a wide shot of the BURNED HOME of Andrew Sykes -- his body on the stag's head in all its glory. Will looks at Hannibal, long and slow. Then he pulls the photo toward him, shackle chains rattling on the table. “My admirer?”
“What do you see?” He begins reading a forensic report and then turns back to the image of the crime scene: A WIDE SHOT of the burned room. Will grabs my Hand and  closes his eyes. I've realized we ground each other in our moments like these. Not just physically but mentally and emotionally as well. I close my eyes as I feel his thumb stroking my hand. 
IN THE DARKNESS OF HIS MIND, A PENDULUM SWINGS. FWUM. The PENDULUM is now outside his head. It swings, wiping away Hannibal. FWUM. And the privacy room PLUNGES INTO DARKNESS. The CRIME SCENE PHOTO FILLS FRAME. Pull up and away from it to reveal Will STANDING IN DARKNESS. HE NOW STANDS IN THE ROOM in the picture, pre-fire/pre-murder. Hiding in shadow. We are --
BAILIFF'S HOUSE - NIGHT-
The bailiff ‘Y/N’ enters in her uniform, turning on a light. His Mind is playing tricks on him again, a cruel trick but a trick indeed. She sees Will. She KNOWS Will.
The STAG's HEAD stands in the center of the room. The bailiff looks confused. Before she can speak – “I shoot Mr. Sykes once, collapsing lungs, tearing through his heart's aorta and pulmonary arteries.” Will Graham raises a silenced handgun and SHOOTS the bailiff ‘Y/N’  square in the chest.
“He will die believing we were friends. It is his last thought.”  The bailiff's face falls in shock and blood blooms on the chest of her uniform... Will moves to the dying bailiff and, as she would fall, Will grabs him. LIFTS HER BODILY as Will swings Her, high and hard, down onto the stag's head. RAMP back to NORMAL SPEED as the antlers burst brutally from the bailiff's chest...
“His death isn't personal.” Will's hand, gloved, removes WILL'S POCKET KNIFE from the evidence bag. He stands over the gruesome dead bailiff ‘Y/N’. Will's face knots in effort as he starts to cut, ETCHING a GLASGOW SMILE. “He is merely the ink from which flows my poem.” He stands to reveal he has now cut off the RIGHT EAR. As it drops into an EVIDENCE BAG --“My tribute. This is my design.” Will Graham stares down at his work.
BSHCI - PRIVACY ROOM - DAY -
Will Graham as he looks up from the photographs to Hannibal stroking the back of a hyperventilating Y/N. Her Head buried into the crook of his neck. Obviously coming out of a panic attack. Will looks worried and goes to say something but Hannibal shakes his head. 
“It's not the same killer. He murdered his victim first, then mutilated him. Whether it's me he thinks he's copying or someone else, that's not how we roll.”
“How do you roll?”
“Cassie Boyle's lungs were removed when she was still breathing. Georgia Madchen was burned alive. What I found of Abigail was cut off while her heart was beating.”
“Then this is blunt reproduction?” Hannibal asks as he runs his fingers soothingly up and down Y/N's Spine. “You knew that already.” Will responds as he watches Hannibal's hands on his lover's body. “Would've liked to have been wrong.” Hannibal says as he watches Will’s eyes curiously. 
“Occam's broom. You intentionally ignored facts that refute your argument and hoped nobody noticed.” Will says with a raised brow. “You noticed. I wanted to dispel your doubts once and for all.” Hannibal admits as he strokes Y/N's Hair, “My doubts about what?”
“Me. I want you to believe in the best of me, Will. Just as I believe in the best of you. This crime offered us both reasonable doubt.”
“It offered us a distraction.”
“Maybe this acolyte has given you your path to freedom. Even Jack Crawford is ready to believe, Will.” Hannibal suggests
“It would be a lie.”
“No greater than the lie that binds you here, that claims you are guilty.” That lands on Will. “I must admit to selfish motives. I don't want you to be here.” Hannibal says shamelessly. “I don't want me to be here, either.” Will says as he reaches a hand to stroke Y/Ns arm, (Because that's what he could reach). 
“Then you have a choice. This killer wrote you a poem, Will. Are you going to let his love go to waste?” Hannibal says as he smirks on the inside as he smells the sweet aroma of Y/N’s hair. WILL GRAHAM ponders that choice as he Looks at his lover, His Butterfly --
BSHCI - PRIVACY ROOM - DAY-
Y/N is mid-discussion with Will Graham and Leonard Brauer. “We were heading one direction and now, we are heading another.” Brauer says with an enthusiastic smirk. “You're going to abandon your defense strategy, the entire case you've built... mid-trial.” I say flabbergasted at the current situation. 
“Exciting, isn't it?” Brauer says without a care. “This seems reasonable to you?” I ask completely and utterly once again Flabbergasted. “Not only reasonable, fashionable. There's a killer on the loose, demonstrating all the hallmarks of Will Graham's alleged murders. Somebody out there likes you.” Brauer says as he turns his attention to Will. 
“You suffered an illness whose brutality was matched only by its perversity. This happened to you, Will. We all saw it happen. Me and Hannibal saw the most.” I say as I grasp his hand softly. 
“I didn't see all of it.” Will says as he strokes my hand with his thumb. “I didn't see any of it.” Brauer says as I eye Brauer and decide to remain calm.
“It was cruel. And it was real. Do you think this killer committed the murders you're accused of?” I ask Will seriously, now i dont think this killer committed Will’s ‘Crimes’. But I do think another killer did.  “Don't answer that. Not in front of me. It's inconsequential.” Brauer says as he shook his head. 
“But is it true?” I ask, “You're being awfully high and mighty, Dr. L/N. Adorable, but high and mighty. Very ivory tower. Very reductive. Very far from the point, which is the exoneration of your ‘friend’ Will Graham.” What the actual hell is that supposed to mean. 
“And the point you're trying to make is reasonable doubt.” I say incredulously, “That's a win.” Brauer smirks. “Best you can hope for is mistrial.” I say confused at his motive. “Will Graham's alive. Also a win.”
“You won't be able to plead unconsciousness again.” I say worried about this. I dont want anything bad to happen to Will. I don't know what I would do if something did. “Your fast, triumphant diagnosis of unconsciousness was the best play we had. Now we have a better play. Needless to say, I won't be calling you to take the witness stand.”
“Who's taking the stand in my place?” I ask confused, I’m Will’s partner. What the hell is this fucker on about.
COURTHOUSE - COURTROOM - DAY -
 Hannibal’s Eyes are straight ahead. As he walks forward – We hear the hollow CLOP of hooves coming closer... Will turns his head and sees only Hannibal in his smart suit as he moves past and toward the witness stand. Stay on Will.
“I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help me God…” Will turns 
Brauer stands before Hannibal Lecter. “Describe your relationship with Will Graham.”
“I was asked by Jack Crawford to monitor Will's emotional well-being while he consulted on cases. I was never officially his psychiatrist.”
“If you weren't his psychiatrist, what were you?”
.
“I was meant to be another part of Will's stability. I failed him in that.”
“How did you fail?”
“I was unable to determine if Will's condition was due to mental illness or stress from his work at the FBI.” Hannibal looks straight at Will. Holds his gaze. Jack and Y/N are in the gallery. Prurnell to one side of them. “My mistake was never considering his innocence. Until the murder of a bailiff from this courthouse.” Hannibal looks at Will and then at Jack. In the gallery, Prurnell turns to Jack Crawford. Hannibal locks eyes with Will. “How do you know this, Dr. Lecter?”
“I have been asked to consult on the case by Jack Crawford. He wanted a profile of the bailiff's killer.”
“You believe the bailiff's murder was committed by the same person guilty of Will Graham's alleged crimes?”
 Marion Vega stands. “Profiles aren't evidence, they're opinion. This is hearsay.”
“I'll allow it.”
“Thank you, your honor.”
“I believe there are alarming similarities in the crimes.” Hannibal says as he looks at the judge. “Will Graham accused you of the crimes for which he stands trial. And yet, here you are, testifying on his behalf for the defense.”
“Will rightfully couldn't accept these actions as his own. A mind faced with the possibility of committing such deeds finds an alternative reality to believe in.” 
“You don't blame him for that?”
“No. Will Graham is and will always be my friend.” Hannibal holds Will's gaze. “Your witness.”
Vega stands. “Dr. Lecter, what was the cause of death in the bailiff's murder?”
“A bullet to the heart.”
“And Will Graham's victims, alleged victims? Their cause of death?”
“Mutilation.”
“That's different than a bullet.”
“No two crimes of any killer are going to be exactly the same.” Hannibal says as he looks to Y/N, she’s looking at Him. Hoping that he does not damn her lover, Her partner. “Is it common for a killer's mode of operation to be wildly divergent?”
“Not common. Not unheard of either.”
“Your honor, the witness's personal beliefs and biases are driving his conclusions. These are clearly two different killers, two different cases. The prejudicial impact outweighs the probative value.”
“There is sufficient similarity to consider this defense on the issue.” Brauer says as he stands. 
“I'm ruling this defense inadmissable, Mr. Brauer. All previous testimony on the matter will be stricken from the record.” Judge Davies says. “Thank you, your honor.” Jack, Y/N react to the finality of the judge's statement. Hannibal glances at Will, an apology, then averts his eyes.
COURTHOUSE - HALLWAY - MORNING-
JANITOR pushing a motorized circular floor scrubber down the hall. He wears headphones and tinny ROCK MUSIC can be heard. He stops at the doors to our courtroom. Pushes them open and FLICKS ON THE LIGHTS. They illuminate the room and the janitor GASPS! 
Where the mighty seal once adorned the wall behind the bench, a terrible sight now is revealed. Judge Davies -- MUTILATED, hanging suspended from the hook that once held up the heavy plaque. His arms out sideways in a Christlike pose, supported by a wooden rod. He has been made into the iconic statue of Justice -- the top of his head is missing and bandages cover his eyes. He is holding a set of scales in one hand. 
Judge Davies’s BRAIN sits in one scale, his HEART in the other. The janitor stands, stunned, the tinny music still rapping a beat against his ears…
COURTHOUSE - COURTROOM - DAY-
A CRIME SCENE in progress. Katz, Price and Zeller are processing the dead judge, Jack observing.  Hannibal  and Y/N are walking down the aisle, awestruck by the tableau. “Not only is justice blind, it is mindless and heartless.” Hannibal says as he looks ahead, I nod my head “No kidding” I say as I gaze at the macabre beauty of the literal metaphor of the image before me. 
“Judge was killed in his chambers, then hauled out here for display.” Jack says as he approaches me and Hannibal. “How did the killer get so close?” Hannibal asks. “There was no signs of a struggle. Mutilation was postmortem.” Bev says as she points it out. 
“He was shot in the chest just like the bailiff. Can't find the entry wound because he removed the heart.” Zeller says from beside the body. “But there's an exit wound. No slug. Must have took it with him.” Jimmy says smiling like he almost always is. “A trophy.” I say as  Jack averts his eyes from the death tableau. He speaks privately to Hannibal and I:
“I didn't know how much I wanted this to end, until it didn't. No verdict. No ending. It starts over. Right from the beginning. Like the trial never happened. Why?” Jack asks us, the psychiatrists. 
“Psychopathic violence is predominantly goal-oriented, a means to a very particular end.” Hannibal says and i nod in agreement. “The killer wanted a mistrial?” Jack asks with furrowed brows. 
“It's an elegant, if rather unorthodox, solution.” I say with a straight face and honestly im quite satisfied with the result because I now have more time to prove Will’s Innocence. “To what?” Jack asks me and Hannibal. 
“He spared Will a guilty verdict and, for the moment, spared Will's life.”  I say calmly and I feel shivers up my spine as Hannibal’s Hand grazes my lower back. “Is this the same killer? Or is Will still on trial in your mind?” Jack asks Hannibal, “I feel like St. Peter, denying Will a third time. Like you, I fear my hopes about him were wrong. I don't think it's the same killer.” Hannibal says as He looks past him and Jack turns to see Kade Prurnell in the doorway to the court. Taking in the terrible sight.
“Excuse me.” Jack leaves Hannibal and me and goes  to join her in the doorway to the court. They are silhouetted in the doorframe, as the crime scene work continues behind them.
BAU - FORENSICS LAB - DAY-
A WEB PAGE clicks up on screen. "Murda-bilia." It is a website dealing in murder memorabilia -- killers' signatures, former belongings, etc.: amateurish paintings, handwritten notes, creepy vials, that sort of thing. Jimmy Price turns away from the screen to reveal Jack, Y/N and Hannibal with Zeller and Katz.
“You want a signed Gacy painting, this is the guy who'll get you it. Name's Jonathan Mullion. I went through all of the bailiff's email traffic. Three messages he replied to were using a nym server which furnishes an untraceable address.” Jimmy says with a amused smile.
“Belonging to this guy Mullion.” Jack says as Beverly Katz looks at Jack, Hannibal, and Y/N. “We found an old partial print in Sykes's house. Not enough points to stand up in court, but it came back to Mullion. He was arrested for breaking into a murder scene and stealing artifacts.” Bev says as Zeller points to a report.
“Look at the date, Jack.” Zeller says as Jack looks at the report. His face falls. “Mullion was arrested in Florida. Same day Cassie Boyle was killed. There's no way he was in Minnesota.”
“Will Graham was in Minnesota.” Zeller says and i scoff, “Me and Hannibal were also in Minnesota when Cassie Boyle was murdered. But i don't see anyone throwing accusations at us.” I say angrily at Zeller. Jack looks at Hannibal. Saddened. “We got an address?”
MULLION'S APARTMENT - NIGHT-
A weird, dim single-room-occupancy apartment. We SLOWLY PAN over the walls and see strange outsider art- type stuff, amateurish paintings, handwritten notes, creepy vials; it’s serial killer memorabilia. A desk sits amid the clutter. A green glow from the laptop that sits above it. The SCREEN SAVER winks: "JUST SAYING HI TO THE FBI." Take in the crumpled paper on the desktop.
 Y/N, Hannibal, Zeller, Price and Katz are now in the room. Zeller, Price and Katz are
cataloging evidence. Beverly hands Jack a bound book. He opens it. Monograph on Time of Death by Insect Activity, by Will Graham. It is signed by the author. Jack sighs deeply. Hannibal stands over the laptop. Looks at the message winking on there.
“Poor Will. I fear his new friend has condemned him.” Hannibal moves away from the laptop. Just like that, as if by magic, a pair of folded EYEGLASSES sits by the laptop. Hannibal walks to the foreground as, behind him, we hear --
“Are these the judge's eyeglasses?”
BSHCI - PRIVACY ROOM - DAY -
A shaft of light. Will's hand wafts through it, turns as if to catch the light. Y/N sits opposite him. “I was hoping a verdict would've Helped. I can't exactly blame your lawyer.”
“Faith in any sort of legal justice has never been any more comforting than a nightlight.” Will says as he gazes Lovingly at me.“There are so many miscarriages of justice when it comes to identifying psychopaths. You could have easily been misdiagnosed.” I say as I bring my chair next to him rather than opposite of him. I’m tired of being away from him. “I've already been misdiagnosed.”
“Not by the court.”
“Not yet.”
“How are you feeling, Will?” I ask as I brush his hair out of his face with my fingers.
“I'm numb except for dreading the loss of numbness. I walked out of that courtroom and I could hear my blood like a hollow drumming of wings. I had the absurd feeling whoever this killer is, he walked out of that courtroom with me.” Will says as he places a hand on my thigh. “He didn't.” 
“He's going to reach out to me.”
“What does he want?”
“He wants to know me. What do you want?” He strokes my Thigh softly. She considers the question before answering simply: “I want you.” I say softly as i look him in the eyes as a single tear falls.
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one thing that REALLY intrigues me about the stab wound in the neck that hannibal gave jack during mizumono is that it could be read as him trying to exonerate abigail in jack’s eyes.
if you recall in the pilot episode (aperitif), hannibal kills cassie boyle and mounts her atop a pair of antlers to help will understand the minnesota shrike—garret jacob hobbs. in violence and confronting it closer to home, you gain understanding. will is a special case because he directly experiences the crime as both the killer and the victim. but others do not have this, be it a blessing or curse.
in order for jack to understand how hannibal sees abigail—as a daughter and a victim first, and that her being a killer is insignificant to the story—he has to inflict the same wound abigail endures onto jack. forgiveness is reached too late however, abigail would never walk out of this room and the catharsis of reconciliation or at least understanding cannot be reached.
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Sunshine (2007): Character Backstories
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Capa: Physicist
Nationality: American
When Capa was seventeen, he wrote a paper which he submitted to America’s foremost scientific journals. It contributed to the understanding of dark matter, and in particular a theory for a controlled method releasing its energy. Although dark matter theory was already well advanced, Capa’s theory assisted in the formation of the principle on which the Stellar Bomb was constructed for the Icarus I mission. Capa was too young to have accompanied this first Icarus mission. But in the intervening years, Capa continued his research. By the time it was realised that the first mission had failed, and preparations for a second mission began, Capa was the world’s foremost expert on the dark matter bomb. Because Capa is the only member of the crew who is not, by history and training, an astronaut, he is an outsider. In this respect, much of the crew see him as effectively a piece of valuable equipment, which must be transported intact to the delivery point. Kaneda, however, feels differently towards Capa. He feels protective in a way which is partly paternal. He knows that it is hard for Capa being an outsider, a passenger, and goes out of his way to make Capa feel included. What Kaneda doesn’t fully realise is that Capa is by nature a loner. He is perfectly content with his own company, working in the dark interior of the Stellar Bomb. Searle does realise this—in fact, it is Capa’s self-contained quality that Searle likes. And Capa likes Searle equally. The two of them get on: they talk the same language, and have a similar sense of humour. Although they are both fundamentally loners, the relationship between them is actually the strongest bond in the crew. Capa is better than Kaneda at chess, and so he always lets Kaneda play white. Capa sometimes lets Kaneda win. Intellectually and internally, Capa is an atheist.
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Cassie: Pilot
Nationality: American
Cassie’s background is military—she entered the space program through her experience as a pilot in the US air-force. But she does not fit the stereotype of military personnel. She is non-competitive. She has no particular interest in, or attraction to, machismo. She doesn’t have an automatic deferential response to rank or duty. Cassie has a personal interest in the arts. She was the only crew member who packed books in her kit-bag as personal possessions. Both instinctively and academically, Cassie is a humanist. She likes people, she cares about people. Her sense of mankind is non-cynical and forgiving: she would believe that, in general and as a default position, people are good. Cassie is an atheist. She doesn’t believe in God because she sees no reason for God to exist. She is confident in herself. She is comfortable within her own skin. On the psychological profiles about who would cope best with the long-term deep-space mission, Cassie’s score was the highest. There were pilots in the space program who matched and exceeded her skill, but none that were seen as more suitable for the stresses and pressures of the mission. She has no primary partner, and, as with all the crew, she has no children. However, four months before the mission left Earth Orbit, Cassie became pregnant. The identity of the father was known only to her: he was never aware that Cassie was briefly carrying his child. She terminated the pregnancy after six weeks. The only member of the crew who knows this is Searle, who assisted her in hiding her blood test results from the other doctors in the space program. The termination of her pregnancy had a subtle effect on her outlook—a discreet emotional accent in her perception of life, and death. This nuance might have skewed her psychological profiling, had the most crucial psych-tests not already been carried out. She dreams continuously about the surface of the sun.
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Corazon: Biologist
Nationality: Chinese
Corazon was born in Manila, but her Chinese/Filipino parents moved to the Chinese mainland when she was a young girl. She worked in the Pan-Asian Space program, but, like Trey and Kaneda, was drafted into the U.S. program to work on the Icarus project. Corazon is a career astronaut from the Chinese space program. Her area of specialised knowledge is the cultivation of high-yield oxygen-producing plants. For the last fifteen years, Corazon has been based on the international Moon stations, where she supervised the oxygen production and recycling program. Whereas everyone else on the crew see their mission as to secure the future of mankind, Corazon sees the protection of life in broader terms. Her wish would be to protect Earth as a single biosphere, of which mankind is just one part. Corazon’s feelings for her plants and the Oxygen Garden are more intense than her feelings for any of the crew. In emotional terms, she feels the loss of more deeply. Out of all the crew, her natural ally is Mace. Although she is calmer and less hot-blooded than Mace, they are both pragmatists. They both work with their hands. And most importantly, they are not sentimental. Corazon is the only crew member who has never used the calming properties of the Earth Room. For her, the Earth Room is simply artificial, and she prefers instead to spend solitary time in her beloved Oxygen Garden. Corazon is married, but like all the crew of Icarus II, she has no children. In her final recorded message to her husband, she spoke no words. Instead she gazed at the screen for exactly one minute, then smiled, and sent the message home. When Corazon sleeps, she dreams of rice-field terraces cut into hillsides.
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Harvey: Comms Officer, Second in Command
Nationality: American
Harvey is a veteran of the U.S. space program, and is one of the few members of the Icarus II crew to have had any involvement in the Icarus I mission. As a young graduate into the Icarus project, he worked as a junior engineer on the Icarus I comms system. Harvey is a Protestant. He is married to his childhood sweetheart. They are without children. He earned his place on the Icarus II mission partly as a result of his invention of the LIGHT BOX COMMS SYSTEM. Built into his console, when he immerses himself in this oddly thick beam of light, he can cancel out the noise of background interference from radiation storms and solar flares. It is this space he retreats to, of purity of sound, to escape from the stresses and pressures of the deep-space mission. Harvey earned his rank on the Icarus II mission partly by hard work and all-round abilities. He is a fine engineer, and would be able to perform most of Mace, Trey, and Cassie’s duties at an equal level. His physical fitness and general health is extremely good. He consistently scored highest in crew fitness tests. He also scored extremely highly on psych tests, as a dependable and stable member of the crew. However, in the psych tests, he managed to disguise (and they failed to detect) his Achilles heel: which is his attachment to his wife. Simply, he misses her. He dreams of her every night. He is terrified by the idea that he will not survive the mission, and never see her again. It is this weakness that eats away inside him.
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Kaneda: Captain
Nationality: Japanese
Kaneda was born in Kyoto. He worked for many years in the Pan-Asian Space Program, with both Corazon and Trey. He was then transferred to the Icarus Project, based first in America, and then on the orbiting international space station. In both age and time spent in space flight, he is the most experienced astronaut of the crew. He was a natural choice to lead the second mission. The entire crew of Icarus II are deferential to him. No one questions his authority or judgement. Kaneda has no wife and no children. He is Buddhist. He has an unforced and pragmatic spiritualism. In his sleeping quarters, he has a small shrine. Outwardly, Kaneda is a model of calm, and he leads by example. But privately, he obsesses about fate of Icarus I. He questions and re-questions the failure of the previous mission. Kaneda feels paternalistic towards all his crew, but in particular, Capa. This is partly because Capa is the youngest, but also because Capa is the only crew member who is not a career astronaut. He knows that it is hard for Capa being an outsider, a passenger, and goes out of his way to make Capa feel included. Kaneda’s closest intellectual equal is Searle. Searle is the only member of the crew with whom he would maintain a friendship outside the context of the mission.
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Mace: Engineer
Nationality: American
Mace is in some senses a blue-collar scientist: his specialist area is Engineering. He doesn’t understand the code programming that creates the Icarus Flight Computer—because no one does. The coding behind Icarus is so immensely complex that it required other computers to generate it. But what Mace does understand is the circuitry mapping and the mechanics that run it. His family background is military. He grew up on air-bases; both parents were pilots. He has an innate belief in the chain of command, and an innate distrust of those—such as Capa—who sit outside the chain of command. His mind is practical and three-dimensional, not abstract. He has never read a book for pleasure. He would rather spend spare time doing push-ups than listening to music. He cuts his hair short because life is easier that way. He is honest. He has no vanity, but he does have pride. Mace is disgusted with himself when he finds that, over the long journey to Mercury, he has lost his focus on the mission. He is the only crew member whose vision remains unclouded in respect of this goal. He is unsentimental. He doesn’t like Capa. He has a dry sense of humour which is for his own benefit rather than anyone else’s. That is to say, he doesn’t crack a joke in order to make other people laugh. He is not a firebrand. If anything, he is the opposite. His mind is clear, and is not cluttered by the confusions of adrenaline or passion. Losing his temper with Capa is the exception; not the rule. He never remembers his own dreams. If he did, he’d find, to his surprise, that he often dreams of Cassie.
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Searle: Doctor and Psych Officer
Nationality: American
Searle is not married. Searle is the only crew member who did not have a counter-part on Icarus I. Icarus I had a doctor, but no psychiatrist. Endless theories were developed and explored for the failure of Icarus I. Searle was the primary advocate for the theory that the failure of the mission might have been for psychological reasons—the psychiatric collapse of one or all of the crew. He spent years researching the effects of deep-space travel and its effects on the mind—during which time he developed and created the Earth Room. As a consequence of his research, he argued strongly that the Med Officer on Icarus II should also be a qualified psychiatrist. It was an argument he won. Its unintended consequence was that Searle himself was chosen as the Psych Officer for the mission. His own psychological profile is of a man who is extremely emotionally stable. He is even-tempered. He has a good sense of humour. He is not given to panic or hasty decisions. However, he is also a man who is eternally separate from other people. He is detached. A watcher. Unjudgemental. Oddly unconcerned. This can make him appear (particularly to Mace) unprofessional. Searle is the only member of the crew to know that Cassie became pregnant, and aborted her child, during the final stages of the Icarus II preparation. He helped her hide this from continuous medical examinations, by using earlier samples of blood and urine tests. Searle’s motivations and his agendas are his own, and could best be described as philosophical. Ultimately, he believes only this: the larger the searchlight, the larger the circumference of the unknown. Searle does not believe in God. But he thinks that sometimes he glimpses God, hidden in the sunshine. Whether this tells himself something about God, or something about himself, is unclear to him.
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Trey: Navigator
Nationality: Chinese
Trey was born in Hong Kong. Trey has a prodigious ability with mathematics. He has can perform extremely complicated calculations in his head, and can perform the classic mathematician’s party-trick: to tell you what day of the week any given date fell on. When he was only twelve, he achieved a brief world-wide notoriety as the writer of the Hong-Kong-King-Kong computer virus, which wiped out the operational abilities of twelve percent of the planet’s computers in a single day, freezing up the systems and replacing them with a picture of a gorilla beating its chest, swiped from the 1980s Nintendo Donkey Kong game. Although he was just old enough for criminal prosecution, he was spared any kind of juvenile prison sentence because he was talent-spotted by the Pan-Asian space program. He worked in China until he was nineteen. Then, like Corazon and Kaneda, he relocated to the US to work on the Icarus project. His extreme talent for mathematics is also the cause of his mistake on the mission. He is unwilling to give the role of recalculating the changed flight trajectory to Icarus, because he is afraid to delegate such an important task to anyone, or anything, else. This decision is not born from arrogance. It is simply the safest option from his point of view—he knows the limits of his own parameters, and feels more comfortable if all variables are known to him, and under his direct control. His closest friend out of the crew is Mace. Trey is not married, has no partner, and no children. When he sleeps, he dreams of number sequences.
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thinking about jack saying "where'd all his love go?" over the body of cassie boyle in reference to hobbs but the gifted display of her was itself an early manifestation of hannibal's love for will
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NBC Hannibal Characters as Things My Family Has Said
Hannibal: "If you're going to kill something, at least eat it afterwards."
Will: "He gets so scared when you make him be the dummy."
Abigail: "Dr. Bloom I'm upset. You're not gonna see me tomorrow because Hannibal literally just murdered me."
Alana: "I bet her vagina smells like bad decisions."
Jack: "I don't want to hurt him, I just want to shatter glass in his face."
Beverly: "The lady in the basement stole all the ice."
Jimmy: "Why do something if you're not going to research it?"
Brian: "Remember it's problem solving, not cock blocking."
Freddie: "I got excited and forgot about the consequences of winning."
Frederick: "Anybody could kill me. I could kill me."
Mason: "Your face is a third world problem. No one cares enough to fix it." 
Margot: "If a guy wants to get you pregnant, tell him you left your vagina in your other pants."
Bedelia: “I don't know, I might body swap with Hannibal just so I could kill myself.”
Molly: "She wouldn't be an innocent bystander if you didn't turn her into one!"
Franklyn: "The coolest thing I've ever made is a breakthrough in counseling."
Bonus Charaters + Conversations because the quotes were too good to pass up on
Cassie Boyle: “Imma need you to keep your lungs inside your body at all times for the safety of you and other passengers.”
Randall Tier: "I'm gonna go not think about animal predators but, like, sexually."
Literally every character that has dinner with Hannibal in the beginning: "I didn't know that was in my mouth."
Hannigram: "I'LL EAT YOU BRO. I'LL KISS YOU ON THE LIPS."
Will: "Hannibal says three bad words: damn, hell, and shit."
Jimmy: "He doesn't say ass?"
Beverly: "No, that's not classy."
Jimmy: "Neither is shit!"
Brian: "Yeah but you can have fancy shit, but you can't have fancy ass."
Will: "What am I gonna do now!?"
Beverly: "Pet your dog and die, I guess."
Hannibal: *kills Abigail*
Will: *silence…* "That was my will to live."
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