All language subtitles for Hannibal (2013) - S01E09 - Trou Normand (1080p BluRay x265 RCVR)-eng

Previously on Hannibal...

So is it me or is it becoming
easier for you to look?

I can make myself look, but
the thinking is shutting down.

The way that I am isn't
compatible with the way that...

The way I am.

- Do you know where you
are, Mr. Graham? - No.

My sister was impaled
on a severed stag head,

cut down the middle.

I can help you. We can hide the body.

Abigail Hobbs may be the only
person who knows the truth.

You can't ask her right now, Jack.

I want to go home.

World's sickest jigsaw puzzle.

Yeah, but where are the corners?

What?

My mom always said, start
a jigsaw with the corners.

Uh, the heads are the corners, I guess?

We've got too many corners.

Seven graves. Way too many heads.

The headpiece appears to
be the only recent victim.

The others are years, even decades, old.

And we know that seven

of the bodies were buried out here.

Whoever dug them up knew
exactly where they were buried.

I guess it wasn't enough
for him to kill them once;

he had to come back and defile his victims.

These graves weren't desecrated, Jack;

they were exposed.

Ok, everybody, let's go,
let's clear the scene!

I planned this moment,

this monument, with precision.

Collected all my raw materials in advance.

I position the bodies carefully,

according each its rightful place.

Peace in the pieces disassembled.

My latest victim

I save for last.

I want him to watch me work.

I want him to know my design.

This is my r�sum�.

This is my body of work.

This is my legacy.

Will. I wasn't expecting you.

I don't know how I got here.

Your car is outside, so we know you drove.

Well, I was on a beach
in Grafton, West Virginia.

I blinked, and then I... I was

waking up in your waiting
room, except I wasn't asleep!

Grafton, West Virginia, is three-and-a-half
hours from here. You lost time.

- Th... there is something wrong with me.
- You're disassociating, Will.

It's a desperate survival mechanism for
a psyche that endures repeated abuse.

- No, no, I'm not abused!
- You have an empathy disorder.

- What you feel is overwhelming you.
- I know, I know, I know.

Yet you choose to ignore
it. That's the abuse

- I'm referring to.
- What, do you want me to quit?

Well, Jack Crawford gave you a chance
to quit, and you didn't take it. Why?

Um...

I save lives.

- And that feels good.
- Generally speaking, yeah.

What about your life?

I'm your friend, Will.

I don't care about the lives
you save; I care about your life,

and your life is separating from reality.

I've been sleepwalking.

I'm experiencing hallucinations.

- Maybe I should get a brain scan.
- Will.

Stop looking in the wrong
corner for an answer to this.

You were at the crime scene

when you disassociated. Tell me about it.

It was a totem pole of bodies.

In some cultures, crimes
and guilt are made manifest

so that everyone can see
them and see their shame.

No, this isn't shame;

this is celebration. He's
marking his achievements.

And faced with this killer's achievements,

your mind needed to
escape, and you lost time.

Yes.

I'm worried about you, Will.

You empathize so completely
with the killers Jack Crawford

has your mind wrapped around
that you lose yourself to them.

What if you lose time and hurt yourself?

Or someone else?

I don't want you to wake up and
see a totem of your own making.

Every day, I wake up, and...

I hear my dad's voice.

Like he was kneeling next to my bed.

He whispers what he told me.

He told me he killed girls.

Again and again.

So he wouldn't have to kill me.

I wish he was still alive
so I could ask him...

what did I make him feel?

What was so wrong with me

- that he wanted to kill...
- He should have.

He should have killed you.

- So he wouldn't have killed me.
- So he wouldn't have killed me.

- So he wouldn't have killed me.
- So he wouldn't have killed me.

So he wouldn't have killed me.

- So he wouldn't have killed me.
- So he wouldn't have killed me.

He should have killed you.

So that you wouldn't have killed me.

Hey.

I'm sorry about yesterday.

Sorry about what?

I... I wasn't feeling like myself.

Well, not feeling like yourself,

that's kind of what you do, isn't it?

I suppose so.

Yeah. Ok.

So, I seemed fine to you?

Is there something you want to tell me?

Uh, no. No, no.

Well, clearly there's something
that you don't want to tell me.

I... I guess I just got a
little lost yesterday, is all.

And where are you today?

It got to me.

All those bodies got to me, and, uh,

I thought it was a little more
obvious than... than it was.

If there's a problem, you need to tell me.

Is there a problem, Will?

Everything's fine.

All right.

All right.

They sold my parents' house.

Murder houses don't fetch big
money in today's real estate market.

Not that you'll get any of it.

The families of your father's
victims filed wrongful death suits.

- Wrongful death?
- That means that they get

everything, Abigail. Every penny.

What you have here is all you have.

Let them take all his money.

I don't want any of it.

You can make your own money.

How much would I get

if you wrote a book about me?

About my dad?

Plenty.

Do you still want to tell my story?

I think you need to tell your own story,

but I am the one to help you tell it.

No one knows more about what
your father did than I do.

- Not even Will Graham?
- Will Graham is

part of the story you tell, Abigail,
not the person to help you tell it.

He avoids me because I make
him feel like my father.

Feeling like your father
makes him feel like a killer.

People think I helped
my dad kill those girls.

Well, you can change what people think.

We can change that together.

Everyone will know the truth.

Ok.

Let's tell my story.

How many bodies?

We got 17 in total.

Meet our freshest one,

Joel Summers.

Forty years old,

runs a cell phone store
in Knoxville, Tennessee.

Or did. Been missing for three days.

Single stab wound to the heart.

Other injuries were post mortem...
broken bones, dislocated hips, shoulders.

He was special to him somehow.

He held a place of honor.

Seven bodies from unmarked
graves found at the crime scene.

Earth from the body parts
matches the gravesites.

Blunt force trauma, stabbings,
strangulations. Wrongful deaths.

There are at least eight other bodies

that are recent grave robbings
from all across West Virginia.

No crimes attributed to any
of them. Accidental deaths.

They're all murders.

Anthony Lamb, 28,

fatal car wreck, 1986.

Francesca Bourdain, 42,

suicide, pills, 1994.

Adrian Packham, 60,

massive coronary, 2001.

Peter McGee, 25,

carbon monoxide poisoning
in his home, 2006.

And seven as-yet unidentified
bodies buried on a beach.

Every death is different,

made to look like something else.

No sadism, no torture.

The method of these murders
was less important to the killer

than the simple fact...

that these people die.

Joel Summers,

killed with a single stab to the heart.

Presented with great ostentation

atop a display of all the previous victims.

This killer's design was to
remain unnoticed, a ghost.

That is what excited him.

Until now.

Why...

is he coming out into the light?

Will?

I don't want to interrupt
if you're rehearsing, or...

Uh... n... no, no, no. It's ok, it's ok.

Very moody in here.

Uh... well, that's me all over.

Come on in.

I promise I won't try to kiss you again.

Unless you've stopped
taking your own advice.

A doctor who treats herself
has a fool for a patient.

I regretted leaving your
house the other night.

Regretted?

Implying that you're no longer regretting,

or are you still in a state of regret?

I'm crisscrossing the state line.

What side of the line you on now?

I've got one foot firmly
planted on both sides.

Are you telling me that to confuse me?

No, I'm telling you that to
be honest about how I feel.

I don't want to mislead you, but
I don't want to lie to you either.

I won't lie if you don't.

I have feelings for you, Will.

But I can't just have an affair with you.

It would be...

reckless.

Why?

Why?

And it is not because you
have a professional curiosity

- about me.
- No.

It's because I think you're unstable.

And until that changes,
I can only be your friend.

Thank you for not lying.

Do you feel unstable?

Mm.

I'm trying to be understated

when I say that this is a bad idea.

Freddie Lounds is dangerous.

She said she wanted me
to write about you guys

in the book.

You would be forfeiting
your privacy and ours.

This... this... well,
all of this will change.

Whatever you're feeling
now, that won't last.

Things change.

Things are changing for me too.

I'm doing some accounting

of what's important in
my life and what isn't.

You are important, Abigail.

Just because you killed my dad
doesn't mean you get to be him.

Abigail, we've been through

a traumatic event, and
no one more traumatized

than you, Abigail, but we
went through it together.

What you write, you write about all of us.

I don't need your permission.

And you don't need our approval,
but I hope it would mean something.

I know what people think I did.

They're wrong.

Why can't I tell everybody
that they're wrong?

You have nothing to apologize for.

Yet.

But if you open this door, Abigail,

you won't control what comes through.

Are you ready for that?

The display was built
in Grafton for a reason.

Totem poles commemorate special events.

They tell the story of a life.

If Joel Summers is his
finale, then this lowest body

on the pole will be our killer's beginning.

His first.

Fletcher Marshall.

Murdered in 1973. Beaten
to death right in Grafton.

His grave was robbed five days ago.

- No one convicted of killing him?
- Not yet.

So our guy got away with it 40 years ago.

So he kept on going.

There will be a connection between

Joel Summers

and Fletcher Marshall.

Will.

I need you in my office.

Nicholas Boyle turned
up in Minnesota... dead.

His body was found in
the woods. He was frozen.

They thawed him out fairly
quickly, but they said

they can't tell if he died a week ago,

six weeks ago, or the
night that he disappeared.

How did he die?

Knife wound. He was gutted.

I've had the body flown down here.

I want Abigail Hobbs to identify it for us.

You already have a positive ID.

- Not from Abigail Hobbs.
- You can't put her in a room

with Nick Boyle's body.
She already has nightmares

about him, Jack. I'm curious about why.

You can't think that she has
something to do with this?

I think Abigail Hobbs
is the common denominator

between her father, Marissa Schuur,

and Nicholas Boyle. They
all go back to Abigail.

My instincts tell me
that Abigail has answers

that we have not heard.
What are the questions, Jack?

Let's start with where she goes

when she climbs the walls
of the psychiatric facility.

Maybe she's meeting Nicholas Boyle.

None of us know what was
really going on between them.

I want to go on record
as saying that this is

a very bad idea. Hannibal?

Jack has the look of a man

with no interest in
any opinion but his own.

I want you to observe on this, Alana.

If you're putting Abigail in a room
with the body, I want to be there.

I'm sorry, Will. I am not very
confident with your ability

to be objective about
Abigail Hobbs right now.

Alana.

He could do Abigail irreparable
damage exposing her to this.

Perhaps she's stronger than we think.

Miss Hobbs, I want you to look at this man.

Is this the same person that attacked you,

Dr. Bloom, and Dr. Lecter at your home?

That's him.

Good.

I just have a few other
questions I'd like you to answer.

Have you seen this man since
the night he attacked you?

Could you cover him up?

I just need you to
answer the question first.

Please.

No.

I haven't seen him

since h... he attacked me.

This man, Nicholas Boyle,

was gutted with a hunting knife.

You knew how to do that.

- Your father taught you.
- Jack, I won't be party to this.

Then you can leave.

You're here by invitation,
by courtesy, Dr. Bloom.

Please don't interrupt me again.

You think I did this?

Where do you go

when you escape from the hospital, Abigail?

Sometimes... into the city,
sometimes into the woods,

sometimes just out.

I go get away from... this,

to be alone where I can...

think... breathe.

Did you ever meet with Nicholas Boyle

on one of your little
getaways from the hospital?

Did the two of you know each other
before the night he attacked you?

Did he know your father...

No.

And you know nothing about his death?

I know he tried to kill me.

And when he was trying to
kill me, all I could think was

that I was gonna die
in that house after all.

But I didn't.

I survived.

Dr. Bloom and...

Dr. Lecter saved my life.

They saved me from him.

And you haven't seen him since?

Only in my nightmares.

- You believe her?
- I think

Abigail Hobbs is damaged.
There is something

she's using every ounce of
that strength to keep buried,

but it's not the murder
of Nicholas Boyle, Jack!

- What makes you so sure?
- Because any reservations

I have about Abigail
don't extend to Hannibal!

He has no reason to lie about any of this!

It can be a comfort to see the
broken, bloated corpse of a monster

and know it can never come back.

Nick Boyle wasn't a monster.

Were you?

I sometimes feel like one.

Is that why you uncovered his body?

Would this be a chapter
in your book, Abigail?

No. Neither would killing Nick
or you helping me hide the body.

There's always an addendum.

The FBI already asked their
questions. I answered them. I passed.

With Jack Crawford's attention.

You're right. I opened the door.

I can't control what comes
through it, but this time

I could control when.

I'm not afraid of them
finding Nicholas Boyle anymore.

He's been found.

You betrayed my trust.

You jeopardized my life
as well as your own.

I deserve more than that.

I need to trust you, Abigail.

What if I can't?

Joel Summers, the
headpiece of our totem pole,

was adopted after his parents died.

Guess who dad was?

Fletcher Marshall.

Joel Summers is Joel Marshall.

Uh, we did a DNA comparison between
Fletcher Marshall and Joel Summers.

No match.

So Marshall's son wasn't his son?

The mom, Eleanor, was killed
in a car accident four years

after Fletcher was killed.
Genuine car accident?

If she was murdered, she would
have been on the totem pole.

Well, unless he loved her too
much to disgrace her that way.

Was anyone ever convicted
for Marshall's murder?

There was a man named Laurence Wells

who was questioned twice in 1973.
Never charged. Still lives in Grafton.

Fletcher Marshall was a crime of passion.

It had something that none
of the other murders had.

Motive.

It's open. Come in.

I'm unarmed.

So you were expecting us.

I had faith you'd find me.

And why is that, Mr. Wells?

Because I let you.

That last one was...

let's just say it's a good
thing it was the last one.

I don't have the fight in me anymore.

Are you confessing to the
murder of Joel Summers?

And Fletcher Marshall.

And 15 others.

I assume you've counted 'em up by now.

So you killed Joel Summers
just so you'd be caught.

Not just.

I killed Joel Summers

because he was never meant to be.

What reason did you
have to kill the others?

I had every reason to kill the others.

They just had no reason to die.

They never saw me coming unless
I wanted them to see me coming.

I could wave at a lady and smile,

chew the fat with her in church,

knowing I killed her husband.

There is something beautiful

about that ball of silence at a funeral,

all those people around you,

knowing that you made it happen.

Now there's something
beautiful about knowing

that you'll spend the rest
of your life in prison.

Do I look wealthy to you?

Prison is gonna be a luxury

next to the kind of
retirement home I can afford.

And I certainly won't be forgotten there.

I'm securing my...

I'm securing my legacy.

That's one way to be remembered.

No children to tell your story.

Did Joel Summers remember his father?

Not anymore.

Did you have an affair

with Eleanor Marshall
before you murdered her?

From your silence, I'm
gonna take that as a yes.

- He was your son. Joel Summers.
- What?

You thought the woman you loved was having

Fletcher Marshall's baby when
she should've been having yours,

but you got it the wrong way around.

Eleanor chose to raise him

as Fletcher Marshall's
child rather than yours,

so maybe...

she saw what's in your heart.

You didn't secure your legacy,
Mr. Wells; you murdered it.

In fact, your one act as a father was

to destroy your son.

Killing somebody,

it feels that bad?

I'm worried about nightmares.

We'll help you with the nightmares.

"Sarabande" by Bach playing)

Abigail Hobbs killed Nick Boyle.

Yes, I know.

Tell me why you know.

I helped her dispose of the body.

Evidently...

not well enough.

Have you told Jack Crawford?

No.

Why not?

Because I was hoping it wasn't true.

Well... now you know the truth.

Do I?

Everything you know about that
night is true, except the end.

Nicholas Boyle attacked us.

Abigail's only crime was to defend herself,

- and I lied about it.
- Why?

You know why.

Because Jack Crawford would hang her

for what her father's done,
and the world would burn Abigail

in his place. That would be the story.

That would be what Freddie Lounds writes.

Abigail is no more a killer than you are

for shooting her father, or I
am for the death of Tobias Budge.

- It isn't our place to decide.
- If not ours, then whose?

Who knows Abigail better than you and I?

Or the burden she bears?

We are her fathers now.

We have to serve her better
than Garret Jacob Hobbs.

If you go to Jack, then
you murder Abigail's future.

Do I need to call my lawyer, Will?

We can tell no one.

What we are doing here is the right thing.

In time, this will be the only
story any of us cares to tell.

I feel terrible Ms. Lounds.

Never entered my head
you might be a vegetarian.

A lapse on my behalf.

Research always delivers benefits.

If it contradicts a good
story, hell, publish it anyway.

Are you still angry I called you insane?

The libel laws are clear, Mr. Graham.

Insinuation is such a grey area.

Insane isn't really black or white, is it?

We're all pathological in our own ways.

You choose the version of
the truth that suits you best

and pursue it pathologically.

Everybody decides their
own versions of the truth.

I'm here because I want to tell
Abigail's version of the truth.

See that you do.

I don't have anything to hide.

Everyone has something to hide,

but I won't tell anything
you don't want me to.

You must understand our concerns.

We care about Abigail.

Our only thought is to protect her.

Hm. She's already exposed.

Her silence until now has

been taken as guilt.

This book is about her innocence.

I want Abigail to have a future.

That's what we all want.

Well, we all want what's best for Abigail.

This is possibly the finest
salad I've ever eaten in my life.

Shame to ruin it with all that meat.

Will knows, doesn't he?

He knows you killed Nicholas Boyle, yes.

What am I gonna do?

He will keep our secret.

- You don't know that.
- He will keep it

because otherwise the one good
thing in his life is tainted.

And he will lie to Jack Crawford about you

just as he has lied to himself.

You're free, Abigail.

No one will know what you did.

And no one will know the
truth you're trying to avoid.

The one you cannot admit even to yourself.

I helped him.

- I can't hear you.
- I helped him.

I knew what my father was. I
knew what he did. I... I knew.

I was the one who...

met the girls,

talked to them.

Laughed and joked.

Found out where they lived,

where they were going,

when they'd be alone.

Girls that looked just like me.

They could have been my friends.

I couldn't say no to him. I knew...

I knew it was them or me.

I wondered when you would tell me.

I'm a monster.

No.

I know what monsters are.

You're a victim.

And Will and I...

we're going to protect you.

Mind if I sit?

Oh, yeah, sure.

Thanks.

I hate traveling by myself.

I love it.

- Where are you going?
- Home for the weekend.

How about you?

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