All language subtitles for Hannibal (2013) - S01E06 - Entrée (1080p BluRay x265 RCVR)-eng

Previously on Hannibal...

I thought it might be the Chesapeake Ripper,

but there were no surgical trophies taken.

I'm gonna need you to prepare yourself

-on this one.
- I'm prepared.

Prepare yourself some more.
It's soup in there.

Jack gave you his word
he would protect your headspace,

yet he leaves you to your mental devices.

Are you trying
to alienate me from Jack Crawford?

It's difficult to lie still
and fear going to sleep

when it's there to think about.

You have a history
of sleepwalking, Mr. Graham?

My wife and I need to talk.
May we use your waiting room?

- Lung cancer.
- When were you gonna tell me?

- Do I seem different?
-But you've always been a little different.

It's getting harder
and harder to make myself look.

I'm not gonna tell you what you ought to do.

I don't know how much longer
I can be all that useful to you, Jack.

Really? The last three we had, you caught.

You can't arrest me for writing an article.

You don't write
another word about Will Graham

and I won't have to.

This is your final opportunity to comply.

On your feet, Dr. Gideon,
or we will restrain you.

All right, lace your fingers
behind your head!

Get a gurney!

Well, thanks to Freddie Lounds,

there's an unconfirmed
story floating out there

that the Chesapeake Ripper's
already in custody.

Unconfirmed. Am I confirming?

Fact-checking for Freddie Lounds.

You're fact-checking for me.

I always feel
a little nervous going into these places.

Why's that?

Afraid they won't let me out.

Don't worry. I won't leave you here.

Yeah, not today.

Dr. Bloom just called me
about you, Mr. Graham.

Or should I call you Dr. Graham?

I'm not a doctor.

You're not FBI, either.
That's a temporary identification.

Mr. Graham teaches at the Academy.

Ah, a teacher.

Please, gentlemen, take a seat.

Thank you.

Dr. Chilton, we're
going to need to see the crime scene

while it's still relatively undisturbed.

I assure you, for something so
disturbing, it is quite undisturbed.

Why was a nurse left alone with a prisoner
in a high-security psychiatric hospital?

For the two years since he was brought
here, Gideon behaved perfectly

and gave every appearance
of cooperating with attempts at therapy.

As dictated by our present administrator,

security around him was slightly relaxed.

I cannot help feeling
responsible myself for what happened.

He sat directly across from me and I had no
idea what he was hiding.

And now one of our staff is dead.

I understand, Doctor. Mr. Graham's going to
need to see the crime scene

with as much privacy as you can provide.

Oh, yes, that thing you do.

You're quite the topic of conversation

in psychiatric circles, Mr. Graham.

- Am I?
- Yes.

A unique cocktail
of personality disorders and neuroses

that make you a highly skilled profiler.

He's not here to be analyzed.

Perhaps he should be.

We are woefully short of material on
your sort of thing, Mr. Graham.

Would you mind speaking
to some of the staff?

- Doctor.
- No, no, no. Not this trip.

Maybe a special visit.

Thank you, Dr. Chilton.
I'd like to see the crime scene now.

So, Gideon was restrained?

Handcuffed.

He concealed a fork tine in the palm of his
hand and used it to pick the lock.

- Where is he now?
- In his cell.

You'll note the removal of organs and
the abdominal mutilations are all consistent

with the Chesapeake Ripper.

So is the brutalization of the corpses,
but that doesn't change the fact

that the Ripper is still out there.

Jack, what I'm about to show you

suggests otherwise.

Dr. Chilton consulted
on the case when we failed

to catch the Ripper after
his last series of murders.

The reason you failed and kept failing to
capture the Chesapeake Ripper

was I already had him.

As far as we know, it's been over two years
since the Chesapeake Ripper killed?

That's correct.

When was Gideon admitted?

Almost two years ago.

Lass, Miriam Regina. Come in.

Morning, Agent Crawford.

Sorry to pull you out of class.
There's nothing wrong.

No reason to be nervous.

I'm not nervous. Curious.

Your instructors tell me
that you are in the top 10%?

Top five, sir.

You're gonna have to stop correcting me
if we're gonna get along, Lass.

Take a seat.

You wrote me a letter
when you qualified for the Academy.

I wasn't sure you got it. You never replied.

Never do. Odds are
against any trainee completing the program.

But I'm glad to see you're still here.

In your letter, you said
you wanted to work for me

in the Violent Criminal
Apprehension Program.

- Yes, sir.
- There might be an opportunity.

I'm assuming that you're familiar
with the Chesapeake Ripper.

Yes.

The Ripper's very hot right now.

Killed his last two victims in six days.

There'll be at least one more body and
then nothing for months.

They say he's a true sociopath.

What do you say?

I say they don't know what else to label him.

He has some of the characteristics

of what they call
a sociopath, no remorse or guilt at all.

He won't have any of the other marks.

He won't be a drifter.

He'll have no history of trouble with the law.

He'll be hard to catch.

I'm assigning you
to the Chesapeake Ripper task force.

You're gonna work directly under me.

I'm grateful for
the opportunity, Agent Crawford.

But I can't help wondering. Why me?

You have a forensics
fellowship, six years of law enforcement,

a degree in psychology,
doctorate in criminology.

And what I don't have
are enough warm bodies.

So, I'm gonna need
your full attention on this.

Yes, sir.

The volume of Abel Gideon's
mail is becoming a nuisance.

Sometimes I feel
like his secretary rather than his keeper.

Any specific correspondences
that stood out from the others?

Mostly researchers
or PhD candidates requesting interviews.

A scattered dozen
lonely hearts seeking his hand in marriage.

He butchered his last
wife and her family on Thanksgiving.

There's no accounting
for taste, or intelligence.

Murdering his wife was impulsive.

The Chesapeake Ripper
is methodical, meticulous.

That's why he's so hard to catch.

Was so hard to catch.

Will you be conducting a joint interview?

Separate. Compare and contrast.

I know you're anxious to get on with it.

You have talked
to Gideon before, for some length of time.

Well, I saw him mainly in court.

I wrote an article about him in the
Journal of Criminal Psychology

He is very familiar with you.

He has given you a lot of thought.

You had some sessions with him?

Yes, two, a couple years ago when he
was first institutionalized.

I've read your notes, of course.
They were more or less helpful

as I conducted my own interviews
with Dr. Gideon over the years.

Well, I'm glad I was helpful.

More or less.

I'll go first.

Why, Dr. Bloom.

How wonderful to see you again.

You remembered.

I've met a lot
of psychiatrists in the last two years.

It's hard to forget one so sublime.

Thank you for your time, Dr. Gideon.
I won't waste it.

Shall we begin?

Dr. Bloom, what is this to be?

I was caught red-handed. I mean, literally.

There's no mystery as to whodunit. I did it.

The mystery is whether
you are who you say you are.

Or not.

Never liked being called
the Chesapeake Ripper.

Maybe something with a little more wit.

Is that why you didn't take
credit for the Ripper murders before now?

Just watching the goose chase
from the box seats.

Two years of goose chasing.

You must be a very patient man.

Are you just gonna run
the psychopathic checklist here?

I have had my personality
inventoried by the Minnesota Multiphasic.

Would you prefer a Rorschach test?

Well, if you're gonna
show me those pictures,

maybe you should put
a blood pressure cuff to my genitals.

I find it gives
a much truer gauge of reaction.

What effect were you
hoping to have by killing the night nurse?

The effect I was hoping
to have was her death.

Mission accomplished.

Brutalization of the body
was done posthumously.

Chesapeake Ripper usually
does that sort of thing during, not after.

I do not have to convince you
that I am the Chesapeake Ripper.

Seems that's what you need to do.

Certainly what somebody needs.

Jack.

Come in.

I'm sorry.

I was just...

In the neighborhood.

Yeah, something like that.

How's Mrs. Crawford?

Yeah, that's why I was in the neighborhood.

She's fine.

Well, she tells me that she's fine
and then she tells me when she's not.

You expect me to tell you more?

Look, Bella's at a NATO conference.

I can't talk to her. She's working.

I doubt I could talk to her if she was here.

About her condition?

Yeah. About her cancer, about her dying.

She doesn't want to talk to me about it.

I am prohibited from talking about it.

Doctor-patient confidentiality.

You talk to me about Will Graham.

Will Graham is not officially my patient.
We have conversations.

What do you consider this?

Desperate coping.

You don't think I have a right to know
what's happening with my wife?

You have every right
to know what's happening, but not from me.

Well, I'm not just gonna stand outside
my marriage and watch this happen.

If that's what she wants, too bad.
She married the wrong guy for that.

I'll offer one insight.

She doesn't think
she married the wrong guy.

I can't stop thinking about
when my wife is gonna die.

I look at her side of the bed and
I think, "Is she gonna die there?"

I can't stop thinking about it,
you understand? I can't stop.

You're dreading the loss of your wife.

Yes.

And I'm thinking about other losses, too.

What other losses are you dreading?

Jack, you can't save her.

She won't let you.

The cancer won't let you.

Who else couldn't you save?

Where is everyone?

It's just you and me for the time being.

Take a look around here.
Tell me what you see.

He did it all here.

Did it while he was alive. He struck
the throat so he couldn't call for help.

Do you think he was unconscious
when the Ripper did the ripping?

No, he'd want him awake.

Organs were removed.

Not all of them. He was choosy.
He took the liver, thymus,

but left the heart.

What's he doing with the organs?

Surgical trophies.

He's a medical doctor, isn't he?
Is that why you call him the Ripper?

Why do you say that?

Psychopaths are attracted to surgical fields.

They offer power.

They require the ability to make objective
clinical decisions without feeling.

White male?

Forties? Fifties?

I don't know that he's white.

He's exotic somehow,

which is why you're gonna catch him.

I'm gonna catch him?

We call you the guru.

You have a peculiar cleverness.

I'll take that as a compliment.

You should.

You'll probably spot him
before anybody else.

Or you will.

Now I want you to take a look at this.

There's no detectable
consistency with the Ripper victims.

He doesn't hunt
exclusively within his own ethnic group.

He's killed all creeds,
colors, men and women.

She has the exact same
wound pattern as the last known victim

of the Chesapeake Ripper. I mean exact.

We never found a body
for his last known victim.

Then the victim before that.

I see the Ripper, but I don't

feel the Ripper.

This is plagiarism.

We never made the wound patterns
for any of the Ripper's victims public.

Well, maybe he is the Ripper. I don't know.

But if he's a plagiarist,
the real Chesapeake Ripper

is gonna make sure everybody knows it.

Hello.

Jack. Jack.

Who is this?

Jack, it's Miriam.

I don't know where I am.
I can't see anything.

HEM]

I was so wrong. I was so wrong.

HEM]

Please. Jack. Please.

I'm hooked in to every carrier database
and telephone provider in the United States.

- Nothing.
- Look again.

I did my agains.
And my again and again and agains.

I can't find any electronic trace of any call
made to your home at 2:46 am.

I am telling you that the phone rang.

Wake your wife up?

I was alone.

Whoever made that call could have made it

from that little box outside your house

or a junction in your neighborhood.

Either way, there would be
no trace signal to track.

You're sure it was Miriam Lass?

It was Miriam.

You haven't heard her voice
in two years, Jack.

You gonna continue
to question me on this, 2?

If so, maybe I should
ask you to leave the room

while it's still safe for you to be here.

The Chesapeake Ripper
recorded Miriam Lass two years ago

as he was killing her.

Last night, he called my house at 2:46 am.

He played that recording for me.

Well, then we know
the Chesapeake Ripper is not Dr. Gideon,

because we know the call wasn't made

from the Baltimore
State Hospital for the Criminally Insane.

That we would've been able to trace.

Are you certain it was a recording?

Jack, you said yourself there's no body.

Miriam Lass is dead!

The Chesapeake Ripper
is making it very clear

that someone is plagiarizing his work!

It was 2:46 in the morning, Jack.
You're in a deep sleep,

you're roused, you're disoriented.

You might not even know you're still asleep.

I know when I'm awake.

You look like you were dreaming.

I was thinking about something else.

Well, here's something
for you to think about.

We have a direct way of communicating
with the Chesapeake Ripper,

and we'd like to see if we can push him.

Push him toward what?

We might be able
to influence him to become visible.

If we can enrage him.

To what purpose, Jack?
I don't see what you're asking.

Do you think there's a way to push the
Chesapeake Ripper and focus his attention?

Well, he's already focused on Gideon
as his adversary. Don't fool around.

Gideon is just a tabloid rumor right now.

We think we need to make him the truth.

You might push the Ripper
to kill again just to prove

he isn't in a hospital
for the criminally insane.

I have to push, Will.

Are you thinking about
getting into bed with Freddie Lounds?

You yourself know it's the best way
to bait the real Chesapeake Ripper.

Morning, Agent Crawford.

Thank you for inviting me.

Miss Lounds.

This is Dr. Alana Bloom.

She's one of our psychiatric consultants.

I believe you know Will Graham.

Mr. Graham. So good to see you.

Miss Lounds.

You have all the qualities of a good reporter.

You have intelligence, guts, a good eye.

So how is it that you wind up
where you've ended up?

Where I wound up being
criminal justice journalism?

Criminal justice journalism
being a euphemism for tabloid reporting.

You ran an unconfirmed story
about the Chesapeake Ripper.

What I want

is for you to confirm it.

An exclusive story would be a coup.

Yes, it would.

And you would get the satisfaction
of seeing the Los Angeles Times,

the sanctified Washington Post,

and even the holy
New York Times run copyrighted material

under your byline,

with a picture credit.

What's against you, and, by association, us,

is that your brand
of journalism is obnoxious

and therefore disliked.

Yes. That is an obstacle.

Tried to get an interview with Dr. Gideon.

I was denied.
Evidently some trouble with my euphemism.

I'm friendly with the new chief of staff.
I can get you an interview.

Not to snap bubble gum
and crack wise, but what's my angle?

Is he the Chesapeake Ripper, or do you just
want me to tell everybody that he is?

He could be,

and certain personalities
are attracted to certain professions.

Do you know what profession psychopaths
disproportionately gravitate to?

CEOs, lawyers, the clergy.

Number five on the list is surgeons.

I know the list.

Well, then you know what number six is.

Journalists.

Know what number seven is, Mr. Graham?

Law enforcement.

Here we are,

a bunch of psychopaths
helping each other out.

Dr. Gideon. I'm Freddie Lounds.

May I call you Dr. Gideon?

Or do you prefer the Chesapeake Ripper?

His name is Dr. Abel Gideon,

and strong evidence
has surfaced that he's far more

than a mild-mannered surgeon
who cruelly murdered his wife.

Maybe, just maybe,

Gideon is the most
sought-after serial killer at large,

a killer who's eluded the FBI for years

and has baffled their most gifted profilers.

That serial killer?

None other than the Chesapeake Ripper.

This would explain why the Ripper has been
silent for more than two years.

So, are you enjoying reading my mail?

No, not particularly.

Looking for something instructional?

Diagrams?

Don't believe I can recreate
one of my own murders from memory?

You wouldn't be recreating
them from your memory, Doctor.

You're not the Chesapeake Ripper.

Oh, have to agree to disagree.

Then why the surgical trophies?

Agent Crawford, there are just
some things you're not allowed

to do in a state-certified operating room.

You didn't take any trophies
when you murdered your wife

and her family on Thanksgiving.

You didn't put any of them on display.
Why not?

Crime of passion.

You know how stressful
the holidays can get.

Anyway, you didn't
come here to talk about my wife

or the little nursey.

Oh. What am I here to talk about?

Your trainee.

Miriam... Somebody.

You're telling me you killed Miriam Lass.

Yes.

Didn't mean to kill her. Don't get mad at me.

I'm not mad at you.

I know where you are.
I know how you got here.

I read your file.

I'm curious, why are
you being so forthcoming all of a sudden?

Well, what have I got to lose?

You know where
I am and you know how I got here.

Why didn't you put her on display?

What makes you think I didn't?

Excuse me.

The polite thing to do
is to ask them to call back.

Unless it's not an option.

You're home early.

Bella? Something wrong?

Jack, it's Miriam. I don't know where I am.

I can't see anything.

I was so wrong. I was so wrong.

Please. Jack. I don't wanna die like this.

In my house. In my bedroom.

Where my wife sleeps.

I've dusted the phone.
Got a lot of usable prints.

Nice detail, too.
I got three distinct beauties here.

Yours, your wife's,

and presumably the Chesapeake Ripper.

I can't imagine the Chesapeake Ripper
would start leaving prints

at his crime scenes now.

The Ripper put his head
on your wife's pillow.

Now somebody's sleeping in my bed.

There he is. Or there she is.

- Was Miriam Lass a blonde?
- Yes.

I pulled her fingerprints
from the ViCAP database, Jack,

and I got a match.

She's dead. She wasn't here.

Jack.

Did Miriam Lass know where you live?

If she wanted to know,
she was smart enough to find out.

She could've told
the Chesapeake Ripper before he killed her.

Did you know you were
sending her after him?

I sent her after information.

Whoever made that call thinks
you were close to Miriam Lass

and feel responsible for her death.

Don't you have classes today?

Aren't you still in school?

Yes, sir. I thought
this might be more important

than Exclusionary Rules
of Search and Seizure.

Is that what you thought?

I left a report here for you last night.

- I don't know if you got it.
- I got it.

Did you read it?

Go back to class.

You feeling frustrated, Lass?

If so, you should start forming calluses,

some thick ones,
'cause frustration's gonna wear you thin.

You could have at least read the report.

I read it.

Your assessment? Sir.

My assessment is that instead of being here
you should be in a lecture hall

boning up on Good Faith
Warrant Exceptions.

What you're proposing
in your report breaks confidentiality laws.

You know that.

You shouldn't be so dismissive
of what you're learning here.

If the Chesapeake Ripper is a surgeon,

we should check
medical records for all of the known victims.

I knew we couldn't get a warrant if we didn't
have something substantial.

It's one thing for a trainee
to go poking around

in private medical records without a warrant,

very different if the guru did it.

Better for a trainee to ask for forgiveness
than an FBI agent to ask for permission?

In my experience.

Then I hope you forgive me
for skipping class today.

If someone were using
manipulative methods

to subvert your sense
of control, you may not realize it

until those methods are pointed out to you.

Which may be
a manipulative method in itself.

You were a model patient.

You behaved yourself for two years.

Well, no opportunity to be naughty.

You could have been pushed.

Well, that would be unethical.

We can help you find out.

But I need your trust to do that.

Oh, I trust you, Dr. Bloom.

To the Chesapeake Ripper.

Dr. Gideon is going
to provide us with a singular opportunity

to analyze a pure sociopath.

It is so rare to find one in captivity.

Ah. Dinner is served.

Inspired by Auguste Escoffier,
we are having Iangue d'agneau en papillote,

served with a sauce
of duxelles and oyster mushrooms.

Picked myself.

I don't think I've ever had tongue before.

It was a particularly chatty lamb.

It smells delicious.

The Romans used to kill
flamingos just to eat their tongues.

Don't give me ideas.
Your tongue is very feisty.

And as this evening has already proven,

it's nice to have an old friend for dinner.

I see three possibilities.

Gideon is the Chesapeake Ripper,

or he just thinks he is, or he knows he isn't.

He is, he knows he is, so do I.

Did you discuss the Chesapeake
Ripper's crimes with Dr. Gideon

before he murdered the night nurse?

When I began to suspect what he was.

Fearing he might be exposed may have...

Spurred him into action.

Is it possible you inadvertently planted

the suggestion
in Gideon's mind that he was the Ripper?

You're not suggesting coercive persuasion.

No, I said inadvertently.

Psychic driving is unethical.

But reasonable in certain circumstances.

What circumstances?

It may have been useful trying to remind
Gideon he's the Chesapeake Ripper.

- Mmm-hmm.
- If he repressed those memories.

But he seems to have
come to that awareness all by himself.

Dr. Bloom, if he has been
unethically manipulated somehow,

I need to know.

I would love your insight.

Dr. Chilton,

would you care to assist me with dessert?

Pleasure.

I love Norton grapes.

Same color inside as outside.

Peel it...

And the flesh is also purple.
Not like other grapes

where flesh is white
and color comes from the skin.

A grape with nothing to hide.

Were I in your position,
I would have attempted psychic driving.

Perhaps you already have.

I promise

I am much more forgiving
of the unorthodox than Dr. Bloom.

Shall we?

Jack. Jack, it's Miriam.

The last call was made to Jack's cell
from a disposable phone traced here,

or within 100 feet of here.

What was Miriam Lass looking into?

Medical records.
If the Ripper was a surgeon,

she thought he might've
treated one of his victims.

Have they retraced her steps?

The ones they could find.

She made a jump somewhere
they couldn't explain.

You make those jumps.

The evidence has to be there.

Every surgeon that came
into contact with any of the Ripper victims

has been thoroughly
vetted or currently under observation.

Including Dr. Gideon?

Dr. Gideon wasn't in my bedroom.
The Chesapeake Ripper was.

The last call
left something the others didn't.

A phone number.

What would be the benefit of making you
believe your trainee was alive?

Hope.

The Ripper wanted
to cloud my vision with hope.

It can sometimes be brave
to allow yourself hope.

Not the false kind.

Don't give up hope for your wife. Not yet.

She's lost hope, which means you can't.

I don't have any control over that.

Take control.

I'm sorry about your wife, Jack.

I truly am.

I believe the world
is a better place with her in it.

I am sorry about your trainee.

Whatever the Ripper was doing, it worked.

I mean, I thought she was alive.
For a moment, anyway.

I actually let myself believe something
that I knew was impossible.

Talk to me about her.

What was her name?

My name is Miriam Lass. I'm with the FBI.

I would show you my credentials,
but I'm actually just a trainee.

Never just a trainee. An agent in training.

Please. Come in.

I was hoping to talk to you
about a former patient,

not necessarily one of yours,
but someone you may have

come into contact with
when you were a practicing physician.

I haven't practiced medicine for some time,

but fortunately for you,
I have a very good memory.

Please.

His name was Jeremy Olmstead.

Perhaps not so good a memory after all.

I don't recall a patient
with that name, but it sounds familiar.

He was recently found
murdered in his workshop.

We think he may be a victim
of the Chesapeake Ripper.

That's why he sounds familiar.

It was all over the news.

He had two old scars on his thigh.

Pathology checked with the local hospital.

He had fallen
out of a tree blind five years ago

while bow hunting,
stuck an arrow through his leg.

The doctor of record
was a resident surgeon,

but you were on duty in the ER that night.

I was?

Your name was on the admissions log.

Let me think.

You'll have to forgive me.
I saw so many people in the ER,

but not so many hunters.

It's been a long time since the accident,

but I thought you may remember
if anything was fishy with the arrow wound.

If it's the gentleman I'm thinking of,

I vaguely remember
a fellow hunter bringing him in,

but I recall very little else.

Figured it was a long shot.

I did keep
detailed journals during those days.

If you like, I can get them for you.
Maybe you'll find something helpful.

That would be great, if you don't mind.

Not at all.
If you'll wait here, I'll be right back.

Thank you.

She was a very brave young woman.