Hannigram Quotes

3.04 Aperitivo

Will: "Hello, Frederick."

Frederick: "You were expecting someone else?"

Will: "I was hoping for someone else."

Frederick: "He knew exactly how to cut you. They said it was surgical. He wanted you to live."

Will: "He left us to die."

Abigail: "But we didn't."

Frederick: "Couple of suckers we've been. He set us up and knocked us down. What bothers me the most is, I think it was easy for him. Shooting monkeys in a barrel. You had encephalitis. I do not know what my excuse was."

Will: "Compulsive imitation."

Frederick: "How dull! But maybe. I am learning all sorts of new things about myself these days. I'm learning new things about you, too."

Will: "Imitation allows us to better understand the behavior of others."

Frederick: "I have great empathy for you, Will. Both of us eviscerated and accused... I have literally felt your pain."

Will: "We have matching scars."

Frederick: "You need a friend... friend. You will leave this hospital under a cloud of suspicion."

Will: "Not a cloud, a fog."

Frederick: "I can help you get Hannibal Lecter out of your head."

Will: "And into your hospital."

Frederick: "There's opportunity here... For both of us. We can catch the man who framed and maimed us."

Will: "There's no opportunity here, Frederick. Not for you."

Frederick: "The optimist believes we live in the best of all possible worlds; the pessimist fears this is true. This is your best possible world, Will. Not getting a better one."

scene: Will fantasizes about Hannibal and himself would have killed Jack together, Will's ideal world

script: Will is seated at a table with three settings. Jack is seated beside him. A dinner scene like so many preceding it. Hannibal glides into the room, in his shirtsleeves, a small DeSimone platter in each hand, each with a different appetizer. He sits across from his guests and slides both platters toward Will. Two choices before him. Time seems to slow and Will's heartbeat becomes audible, thudding as his POV swings to Jack who gives Will an unspoken communication, an almost-imperceptible nod that doubles as a signal. Will's POV swivels to Hannibal who offers a decisive glance, a cue of his own. Will's heart beats faster. The scene playing out isn't a flashback of some repast between the three men, but an alternate reality. This is what could have happened that final night at Hannibal's.
As much is confirmed when Jack catches Hannibal's glance, seeing it as the signal it is. In slo-mo, Jack drops his wineglass and reaches inside his jacket for his gun. But Will is not just a spectator here - he's a participant, and his pulse grows faster still. In that instant, he makes his decision - and reaches to grab Jack's arm, stopping his draw. Jack's eyes go to Will, wide and stunned by his betrayal. Pained. Will's heartbeat reaches a hammering tattoo. Hannibal comes from behind and, with his serving knife, cuts Jack's throat in a neat, clean motion. Will and Hannibal struggle as one to hold Jack fast to his chair and Jack's life spills down his chest. Will blinks at a square of light dancing across his face - light reflected from Hannibal's killing blade.