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Hannibal 1x05: "Coquilles"
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Welp, if any of y'all are reading the recaps instead of watching the show, or before watching the show to know when to scream and cover your eyes, this is the recap for you.

As a side note, if you enjoyed the recaps enough to read them a second time, sometimes I go back and link to conversations we end up having in the comments, because God knows I can't catch everything that's going on by myself. Sometimes those conversations are more interesting than anything in the recaps themselves, so I highly recommend browsing those if you are so inclined.


PREVIOUSLY ON: EMPATH AND CANNIBAL: We were given the non-Killer of the Week plot in "webisode" clips, so I cooked up (I'm sorry) an extra recap because good Cleo always helps, preciousss. We got some back story on both Will and Lecter's childhoods and finally found out who feeds Will's dogs (!!) while he's off Fighting Crime; Alana laid a precision-strike tongue-lashing on Lecter and it was glorious; and she did so because he stole Abigail from the hospital, took her home for dinner (!!!), and fried her brain on psychedelic mushroom tea (!!1!). AS YOU DO.

ALSO PREVIOUSLY ON: NBC then put the full episode up on Amazon and iTunes a week later (after this recap was posted). Molly Shannon and the Lost Boys committed some exceptionally festive murders; Hugh Dancy scared me and I wanted to go home; we discussed the Red Dragon book a little.

@BryanFuller: "COQUILLES" refers to a dish served in a shell, usually scallops. In the case of tonight's #HANNIBAL that shell refers to our physical body.

We open in the middle of the night with Will wandering down the road in his underwear, followed by the Dire Ravenstag. When he stops, the Ravenstag leans down, snuffles, and pushes at him with his hellbeast nose. You're not even entirely sure the whole thing's not a dream until the police car shows up. "You lost?" asks Nice Cop #1. Will's not even fully conscious yet, not to mention the fact that he's cold and barefoot God knows how far from home; he finally manages to mumble that he lives in Wolf Trap, Virginia. "We're in Wolf Trap... so that's good," says the cop, much the way you would to a five-year-old. "Is that yours?" he asks, looking down. "Thanks for finding my human, Officer--he got out again," says Winston. God bless his sweet puppy heart. So the two cops get a blanket and put Will and the dog into the back of the car. "Are you on any drugs? Medication? Prescription or otherwise?" Nope, just "two fingers of whiskey," which doesn't sound like nearly enough. For life in general, I mean. "Do you have a history of sleepwalking?" "I'm not even sure I'm awake now," says Will. Winston yawns sympathetically.

So Will shows up first thing in the morning chez Lecter for emergency therapy. "Although I may be, is it safe to assume you're not sleepwalking now?" deadpans Lecter, while making his fancy coffee because even cannibals can't face the day before they've had their caffeine. (The sugar is probably people.) The really hilarious thing is that, after "Hannibal Lecter does not sleep. HE KILLS," a speculative discussion of Lecter's sleepwear broke out in the comments of that recap, and now: an answer. That answer: windowpane check. Obviously.

"Never apologize for coming to me," he says, bleary-eyed snark notwithstanding. "Office hours are for patients. My kitchen is always open to friends." YEAH, I BET. His preliminary diagnosis is PTSD: "Jack Crawford has gotten your hands very dirty." Will protests that he wasn't forced back into the field-- "I wouldn't say forced. Manipulated would be the word I'd choose." Man, you just go from zero to conniving, don't you? Will insists that he can handle it, but Lecter suggests that maybe his sense of control is overwhelmed at the moment. "If my body is walking around without my permission, you'd say that's a loss of control?" Well, yes, Will, by definition, I would say that is what it is. "Sleepwalkers also have a difficulty handling aggression," says Lecter; are you having trouble with that? Well... "You said Jack sees me as fine china used for special guests... I'm beginning to feel more like an old mug," Will says bitterly. Lecter: "You entered into a devil's bargain with Jack Crawford. It takes a toll." So what we're saying is, it's Calling the Kettle Black Day here. Will's loyal defense of his boss: "Jack isn't the devil" (probably, most of the time, I guess). Lecter: "When it comes to how far he's willing to push you to get what he wants, he's certainly no saint." Will considers this.

The Welcome Inn, Trenton, NJ. A fairly clean-cut guy is scooping ice outside his motel room, barely suppressing his creepiness while watching people walk by. A family of three: eh. A man and a woman: FLAAAAAAMES.




You can also see imaginary firelight on Creepy Guy's face, like it's that real to him. The ice also glows with imaginary FLAAAAMES. HEED THE CALL OF THE MOTEL ICE, CREEPY GUY. THE MOTEL ICE COMMANDS YOU TO KILL.

Credits. Is the red wine to tell us we should be drinking for this? I think maybe we should be drinking for this.

Back at the Welcome Inn, Crawford tells Will that the room was registered to a "John Smith." "An appalling failure of imagination," grumps Will. John Smith paid in cash and there aren't any security cameras; the victims are a Mr. and Mrs. Anderson. "They were mutilated and displayed," says Crawford. "I thought it might be the Chesapeake Ripper"--how many serial killers do you people have running around this country?--"but there were no surgical trophies taken." (Hm, I wonder if this is in reference to the next episode, then.) "I'm gonna need you to prepare yourself for this one." Grumble grumble blink. "Well, prepare yourself some more. It's soup in there." It's so bad, in fact, that local law enforcement just backed away with their hands up all NOPE NOPE NOPE. But Will's too sleep-deprived to take any of this seriously. "Got just the thing to wake you up," Crawford says grimly.

Aaaaand... meat wings. With a clear view of all the exposed bones and dripping blood. So... that is yet another thing I saw on network TV. Also, we get to keep seeing it, from several different wide and close angles. The Andersons are posed, kneeling in prayer, at the foot of the motel bed; the skin and muscle of their backs are suspended by fishing line to look like angel wings. For some reason, blood doesn't scare or upset me per se, but exposed bone and muscle do. And I think it's because we don't like to think of ourselves as meat. (Is it hard for surgeons to come to terms with this?) We know what happens to meat; meat is not immortal. We want to think of ourselves as minds and souls and spirits, and even if you're an enthusiastic meat-eater--maybe especially if you are--just the simple fact of being shown otherwise is horrifying, whether a serial killer's involved or not.

"Okay," says Will. "I'm awake."

Whee, the Investigators Three are back! "At least we know he's a fisherman," says Beverly, referring to the fishing-line setup. "And/or a Viking," adds Jimmy: "Vikings used to execute Christians by breaking their ribs, bending them back, and draping the lungs over them to resemble wings. They used to call it a 'blood eagle.'" Oh. That's nice. "Pagans mocking the god-fearing?" Will says skeptically. "No, he isn't mocking them. He's transforming them." "I don't know if it was a good night's sleep," says Beverly, indicating the bed, "but he slept here." ("Madness slept here last night," whispers Will. Oh, dramatize.) Turns out that the sheets are damp with sweat, and the killer threw up all over the nightstand as well. "Couldn't stomach what he did," says Crawford: "Flop sweat and nervous indigestion." "Not nervous," corrects Will. "Righteous. Thinks he's... elevating them somehow." Then Will starts kind of twitching his fingers nervously: "I need a plastic sheet for the bed," because omg no, nooooooo. Dude, whatever they are paying you to profile, it is not enough.

So, as Will lies down and closes his eyes, we get a nice slow pan out from the pillows to the footboard and beyond, just in case you wanted to count some exposed vertebrae. "This is not who you are," he empaths. His mind metronome rewinds the scene, undoing the mutilations. "This is my gift to you." (I'm trying to remember where I've heard a serial killer character talking about his "gift" to his victims, but attempts at googling ended badly. P.S. That is the worst damn gift idea ever.) And then Will imagines the fishing lines pulling the skin flaps up into wing position because seriously, show? As the lines turn golden and the bodies begin to fade away, Will whispers, "I allow you to become angels. And now... I lay me down to sleep." And let's have one more wide shot for the road before dinner.

Speaking of which: Chez Lecter. Crawford has finally wrangled his wife (Gina Torres, if you missed her brief appearance in the previous episode) over for dinner, as previously requested. "A masterpiece foie gras au torchon," Lecter announces modestly. I'm sure it's people. (While we're here: this made me laugh way harder than it should have.) "Are you an Isabelle or an Annabelle?" he asks Mrs. Crawford. "I'm a Phyllis," says Bella. "Jack only calls me Phyllis when we disagree." "So, named Bella for your beauty," Lecter smooves. She got the name, Crawford explains, because they met in Italy: "I was Army, she was NATO staff. All of the Italian men kept calling her bella, bella, bella. Well, I wanted her to be my Bella." AWWWW, YOU GUYS. He also enthuses over the pairing of cold foie gras and warm figs; I don't know if it's just that the way to a man's heart is his stomach or what, but it cracks me up so bad, how giddy Crawford gets whenever he comes over for dinner.

Bella: not so enthusiastic. "Would I be a horrible guest if I skipped this course?" "Too rich?" "TOO CRUEL," she retorts. Ohhhhhh dear. ("Phyllis.") Diplomatically, Lecter notes that the "first and worst sign of sociopathy [is] cruelty to animals," after all. "That doesn't apply in the kitchen," says Crawford, who is here to eat the hell out of your animals. But! "I have no taste for animal cruelty," says Lecter, "which is why I employ an ethical butcher." "Be kind to animals and then eat them?" says Bella, somewhere between snark and amusement. Lecter: "I'm afraid I insist on it. No need for unnecessary suffering." (I'm guessing the emphasis here is on "unnecessary.") "Human emotions are a gift from our animal ancestors. Cruelty is a gift humanity has given itself." "The gift that keeps on giving," says Crawford, shaking his head. Yeah, let's hope you don't end up on his Christmas list.

Lecter goes around to fill Bella's wineglass and gives her (what ends up being) a significant sniff. "Your perfume is exquisite. Similar to the aroma on the air just after lightning strikes. Is it Jar?" "That is some nose you have there, doctor," says Bella, disbelieving and amazed and side-eyeing all at once. "He really is quite charming, isn't he?" says Crawford. Man, the Inevitable Betrayal, however far away it is, is gonna hit him like a brick.

(The superhuman sense of smell is a thing from the books and movies, by the way--aside from That One Scene in Silence of the Lambs, there's also some hilariously throwaway line about how "a waiter's watch leather offended him." The episode 3 recap was getting so long at the time that I didn't want to go into it--but I'm pretty sure Lecter referred to Nicholas Boyle as "unwashed" for exactly this reason.)

Lecter says he's been aware of his keen sense of smell since his youth: "I was aware one of my teachers had stomach cancer even before he was." And here's how clueless I am: I'm sitting there going, "Man, that is ironic given what happens to Bella later on in the series," completely not noticing the look he then gives her, nor her unease through the rest of the scene. Next course! "Roasted pork shank. And I assure you, Bella--it was an especially supercilious pig." Oh, you.

Forensics Lab. Ohhhh oh oh, it's our our best closeup of the back mutilations yet. "Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders, smooth as ravens’ claws," recites Beverly. "Robert Frost," Brian says wisely. "Jim Morrison," mutters Will. Heh. Jimmy muses, "God makes angels. Jesus was fond of fishermen"--augh closeup of fishhook coming out of AUGH--"are we talking about hardcore Judeo-Christian upsetting, or just upsetting in general?" "This is a very specific upsetting," says Will, who apparently has the secondary gift of understatement because no shit. "Increased serotonin in the wounds is much higher than the free histamines, so, uh... she lived for about fifteen minutes after she was skinned," says Brian, who seems to have the cheerful job of figuring out exactly how much misery someone endured every time a sociopath gets creative. "They weren't praying to him," empaths Will. "They were praying for him. He's afraid." "What is somebody who could do something like this afraid of?" asks Beverly (FOR REAL, Y'ALL). Well, for one, it turns out the killer's nightstand vomit reveals "steroids for inflammation, anticonvulsants for the seizures, radiation for the chemotherapy. Our guy has a brain tumor," says Brian. Will: "He's afraid of dying in his sleep. He's making angels to watch over him."

(How in THE FRESH HELL do MURDER ANGELS help you SLEEP BETTER?)

(... do you think someone will make, like, Murder Angel nightlights and put them on Etsy?)

The Best Office Ever. Bella has an appointment, awkwardly enough. "How often do you see him?" asks Lecter, without context for us. And I was still so not getting it that I was like, "I am shocked at you, Bella Crawford! Even though I also notice that this dialogue is curiously vague, I still totally believe we're talking about another man!" "Twice a week at first," she says. "Now usually just once." "You're satisfied, then?" "Enough to keep seeing him." (IN MY DEFENSE, Y'ALL.) "Your intention is not to tell Jack?" "Jack sees the world at its worst. Don't need him seeing me at mine. He already has too much to worry about." "He has room for one more worry," says Lecter. "I feel like you're protecting him." "I am," Bella says candidly. "I've had dinner at your home. You have a professional relationship with my husband--there's no conflict of interest with me being here?" (Which, in retrospect, makes me wonder if he asked her to come in for a talk, not the other way around.) "It's unorthodox, but not unheard of," he replies. "Given the nature of your problem, seeing someone who knows Jack removes some of the guesswork." Speaking of what Lecter knows, I was deeply afraid he would take advantage of seeing Bella privately to screw Jack over in some way. But, oddly enough, he seems pretty sincere with her--there's always been a seemingly chivalrous streak in his weird little cannibal moral code, who knows.

"This all started as some... misguided stab at maintaining my dignity," she says. "But I have indignity to look forward to, don't I?" Gina Torres is pretty amazing in all of her big emotional scenes--she's got about six different emotions playing over her face at any given time, with a firm, pleasant exterior trying to hold back anxiety, fear, and grief. "The only indignity I see is resentment," says Lecter. "Why do you resent your husband?" "I resent that Jack has too much to worry about... to worry about me." "But that's your choice [to keep him in the dark]. Not his." "Then maybe you should see us both for couples counseling," she says tartly. Also: holy shit this outfit is fabulous.




Probably symbolic with the whole "facade hiding a secret" black and white concept going on, but mostly fabulous. "I would recommend another psychiatrist for couples. I wouldn't want you to have the home couch advantage," says Lecter. Heh. "It's hard enough dealing with how I feel about all of this," she says. "Don't need to deal with how Jack feels about it." Lecter nods to himself. Stop thinking about being helpful, I know you're doing it.

Later that evening, Will comes over for help with the Angel Maker case. "There is no one and only spiritual center of the brain," Lecter says, going through books up in the Cannibal Library Paradise loft. Tossing a book down to Will: "Any idea of God comes from many different areas of the mind, working together in unison." Will: "How do you profile someone who has an anomaly in their head changing the way they think?" "A tumor can definitely affect brain function, even cause vivid hallucinations. However, what appears to be driving your Angel Maker to create heaven on earth is a simple issue of mortality," Lecter replies. "Can't beat God, become Him?" retorts Will. Lecter: "You said he was afraid." "He feels... abandoned." "Ever feel abandoned, Will?" I really wanted Will to snark back, "Do YOU ever feel abandoned?" as is his wont, but rather, he laughs ruefully: "Abandonment requires expectation." "What were your expectations of Jack Crawford and the FBI--" Will snaps the book shut: "Jack hasn't abandoned me." "Not in any discernible way. Perhaps in the way gods abandon their creations. You say he hasn't abandoned you, but at the same time you find yourself wandering around Wolf Trap in the middle of the night." "WELL," says Will, who knows some srs bsns psychiatrizing when he sees it. "This should be interesting. Please, doctor, proceed?"

"Jack gave you his word he would protect your headspace... yet he leaves you to your mental devices." No, he wanted Will to go into therapy with you so that he could cope with it, why is your psychiatry full of lies. "Are you trying to alienate me from Jack Crawford?" Will asks incredulously. Well, busted. I think you're a little off your game, sir. You've been a very busy cannibal lately, what with all the puppet-mastery and murderation, and it's always exhausting, being a new parent. (Where the fuck is Abigail, by the way?) "I'm trying to help you understand this Angel Maker you seek," Lecter backpedals. Yes, that's very nice, but how do we catch him? Lecter muses that if the Angel Maker were a classic paranoid schizophrenic, they could try to "scare him out into the daylight" (as Will puts it), or possibly even "get him to hurt himself, if he hasn't already." What, is provoking people your answer to everything? "If he were self-destructive--he wouldn't be so careful," argues Will. "Unless he's being careful about being self-destructive," Lecter counters. "Making angels to pray over him when he sleeps. Who prays over us when we sleep?" Given how terrifying I personally find Hannibal Lecter's Nihilistic Musings on God, I'm just relieved that question stays rhetorical.

Speaking of sleep, the Crawfords are back in their Marital Problem Formal Pajamas. "So do you wait until you think I'm asleep before you come to bed?" says Crawford. Bella insists that she's just been working late and overwhelmed at the moment. With things. You know. Overwhelming things that overwhelm. "It's outside your jurisdiction, Jack," she says. Crawford: "You know, I'm very good at sorting things out, and at the very least I can underwhelm you while you're being overwhelmed." ("You've never been able to underwhelm me." Awww.) "Is there anything I can offer you romantically or physically or spiritually that'll help?" he asks, so calmly that I laughed. "Nope." "So as your husband what I can do for you is, uh... leave you alone and not ask you any questions." Pretty much! "You can ask me anything you want to," she says, relenting. "I won't insult you by asking if there's someone else," Crawford says. "Thank you," she says solemnly. "You'll sort out whatever you have to sort out, we'll get back to being us," he finishes. But she doesn't look like she has any confidence in this. I'm not sure exactly when the penny dropped for me, but I think I realized what was really going on right about here. But we'll get to that.

Some Alley in Cleveland. Creepy Guy looks at a passing security guard and FLAAAAMES. After a break, we come back to find Will in that same alley with blue investigator gloves on, so you know that ended well. He's looking up--there's a new "angel," suspended from scaffolding. This seems to be directly inspired by a shot from Silence of the Lambs. Except that, as you may recall, that's actually something Lecter does as he escapes. And that's the thing--maybe they're hedging their bets and using that image now because it'll be years before they get to that book, if ever. If the show does run that long, they've already played that card--unless they decide to have Lecter do it as a reference to the Angel Maker case, a message to Crawford with some kind of added subtext. (Knowing Lecter, it would probably be WHERE IS YOUR GOD NOW, who knows.) So the new story elements they make up actually ripple into the future, which is really interesting to me.

Back to the present. "Why angels?" asks Crawford, strolling up. "Well, it isn't Biblical," says Will. "His angels have wings--angels in sculptures and paintings can fly, but not in Scripture." (I wonder if they have a course on the Bible as literature at the Academy, given that killers--fictional ones, at least--seem to keep going back to that well.) "His mind has turned against him, and there's no one there to help."

"Uh, Jack?" calls Brian. "Look at this." Jimmy, squinting: "Are those--what are those?" Balls. They are balls, and they are on network TV. Did I mention that they're severed? "Somebody got an orchiectomy real cheap," says Brian, crouching down over Exhibit #2. I kind of wish there was a little chalk line around them. "Doesn't look like the victim," says Beverly, pointing her flashlight at the "angel's" crotch with magnificent nonchalance. Jimmy: "So they're the Angel Maker's?" Beverly: "He castrated HIMSELF?" "He isn't just making angels; he's getting ready to become one," says Will: "Angels don't have genitalia." Crawford points out that the Angel Maker killed the first two people because he was afraid of dying--"Now he's, what, getting used to the idea?" "He's accepting it, or he's bargaining," suggests Will. Brian, regarding a certain jar of evidence: "Heh. Bargaining chips!" OH STOP.

"So does this mean he's done making angels, or is he just getting started?" asks Crawford. "I don't know." "Well, he's not just killing them when he's sleepy, I mean, how is he choosing them?" "I DON'T KNOW. ASK HIM." "I'm asking you." "You're the head of the Behavioral Science Unit, Jack, why don't you come up with your own answers if you don't like mine?"

Aw, shit, son.

"I DID NOT HEAR THAT," Crawford booms. "DID I." The Investigators Three turn around and peace right the fuck out of there. "No, you didn't," Will says in a tiny voice, taking off his glasses. "I'm sorry." Y'all pointed out in the comments of a previous recap that, when Will and Crawford were arguing about the Marissa Schurr crime scene, Will kept looking over at Lecter for reassurance as he stood his ground, and I thought about that again here.

Crawford gives Will a sharp, sustained side-eye. Will gazes up at the angel. Crawford walks away noirishly into the shadows.

Now Will's in the morgue, gazing down at the patched-up Andersons, who still look pretty fucking awful. "I've never heard anyone talk to Jack the way you talked to Jack," says Investigator Beverly. "My ears rang like the first time I heard my mom use the F-word." But she also wants to know how he's holding up: "I know it's a stupid question considering that none of us could possibly be okay doing what we do, but... are you okay?" Aw, I love Beverly. "Do I seem different?" asks Will anxiously. "You're a little different," she says. "But you've always been a little different. Brilliant strategy--that way no one knows if something's up with you." "How would I know if something was up with you?" "You wouldn't. But I would tell you if you asked me. Return the favor?"

But before Will ever gets around to an answer, Jimmy arrives with the case files: "Meet Roger and Marilyn Brunner," because apparently they had slightly more imagination than John Smith. "You might recognize them from such lists as Most Wanted. He likes to rape and murder; she likes to watch." Well then. Between the false names and the stolen car they were driving, Jimmy says, it took a while to identify them. Will: "I wonder how long it took Angel Maker to identify them. He didn't choose them randomly." "He knows something about them," agrees Jimmy. "The murdered security guard wasn't actually a security guard--he was a convicted felon." "So he makes angels out of demons," concludes Beverly, but Jimmy brings up an excellent point: "How does he know they're demons?" "He doesn't have to know," says Will. "All he has to do is believe." So then... the power of his belief creates stolen cars and prison records? What?

The Best Office Ever. "Has Jack begun to suspect?" asks Lecter. "He's a behavioral specialist; he must know you're keeping something from him." "Oh, he knows," Bella says, smiling. "He asked me if I was having an affair--by reassuring me that he didn't have to ask." Lecter says it's clear that Bella loves her husband, but she replies that "women who love their husbands still find reasons to cheat on them." "Not you. Still, you seem more betrayed by Jack than by your own body." "I don't feel betrayed by Jack. And there's no point in being mad at cancer for being cancer." Yeahhhh. "Cancer isn't cruel. A tiny cell wanders off from my liver, gets lost, finds it way into my lung, where it's just trying to do its job and...grow a liver." Well, that's an interesting return to the lungs and liver pairing. And it's not "likely" that it'll kill her: "It will kill me. And no amount of blueberries or antioxidants can change that now." "But you hold Jack accountable for his inability to cure cancer." (She looks away, distressed.) "Should I have said 'his inability to save you'? Would that be more accurate?" "I am slowly... shrinking," she says, "while this tiny thing grows larger every day. And yet I feel fine." Lecter gives her a look of sympathy, or at least one remarkably free of guile: "You will feel fine. Right up until the precise moment you don't." "It's a... really very dull story, though, isn't it? The ending... is always the same, and that same... is that it ends." "So. You withdraw from your relationship with your husband, the man who strolled along the quays of Livorno, Italy, and called you Bella." She smiles, then looks down.

Another thing about storylines that ripple into the future--I only remember a couple of references to Bella Crawford in the first two books, very much in the background. Not to spoil you (SPOILER, I GUESS), but she dies offscreen (offpage?) in Silence of the Lambs; I'm pretty sure Lecter never meets her, but he finds out that she's died and sends Crawford a John Donne poem with a note: "I'm so sorry about Bella, Jack." (There's a lot of things about these books that have slipped my mind, but I remember this vividly.) Except that they're not friends (hoooo boy, are they not friends), so he's doing something ostensibly courteous to be an utter dick. Since he seems to be reasonably kind to Bella in this version, I'm curious to see if they'll do something completely different with that, or if Lecter really will send Crawford that note anyway because he is the absolute worst. Or might he even send it sincerely at that point? Or might Bella die in a completely different way (noooo, keep your oven mitts off Gina Torres)? Maybe we'll get to see.

The Nobark Home. Will keeps waking up in the middle of the night and looking at the clock. 11:35. 2:02. 5:03. REM-sleep eyelid fluttering. And then he wakes up on the roof.




Perilously close to the edge, in fact, with his dogs hanging out the window trying to wake him up. "No! Not the Foodbringer!!" "Well, there's also that guy with the sausages--" "No! Sausage Guy is weird! We must save the Foodbringer!" Bless.

The Best Office Ever, where Will is tossing down more aspirin."It's difficult to lie still and fear going to sleep when it's there to think about. You listen to your breathing in the dark and the tiny clicks of your blinking eyes," intones Lecter. Is this your idea of helping? Stop helping. You're the worst at it. "Your dreams were the one place you could be physically safe, relinquishing control. Not anymore." "Yeah, I thought about zipping myself up into a sleeping bag before I go to sleep, but it sounds like a poor man's straitjacket," says Will with a bitter laugh. Okay, see, then you'd continue to endanger yourself in your sleep, but it would also be hilarious. Might make it easier for the dogs to drag you home, though.

"Have you determined how this Angel Maker is choosing his victims?" asks Lecter. Will: "Well, he doesn't see people the way everyone else sees them. He can tell if you're naughty or nice. Or he thinks he can." "So God has given this person insight into the souls of men." "God didn't give him insight, God gave him a tumor. He's just a man whose brain is playing tricks on him," says Will, right as he notices a statuette of... a black stag. (I would accuse Lecter of trolling Will via his décor, but Fuller pointed out the statue when the first episode aired; it's been in the background ever since.) "You are not unlike this killer," says Lecter (that does seem to be the theme of this series, yes, thank you for playing). "Because my brain is playing tricks on me?" murmurs Will, running his fingers over the stag. "You want to feel such sweet and easy peace. The Angel Maker wants that same peace. He hopes to feel his way cautiously inside and then find it's endless, all around him." ("He's gonna be disappointed," Will says wryly.) "You accept the impossibility of such a feeling, whereas the Angel Maker is still chasing it. If he got close to it, that's why he will look for it again," Lecter says, adding, "You realize, you have a choice. The Angel Maker will be destroyed by what's happening inside his head; you don't have to be." I keep having to remind myself that Lecter may sincerely want to help Will at this point, even though he also seems to want to push him as far as he can go. Because otherwise, my knee-jerk reaction to that statement is, BUT IT SURE WOULD BE FUN IF YOU WERE! And then, so help me God, Lecter leans in and--




"Did you just... smell me?" Yes. Yes, he did. I might have had another "pause the video till I stop laughing" moment. "Difficult to avoid. I really must introduce you to a finer aftershave. That smells like something with a ship on the bottle." Old Spice, Will? Really? Actually, yeah, Captain Plaid would totally be an Old Spice guy. (Sorry--Isaiah Mustafa notwithstanding, I've just never liked it. Apparently there's a frankincense base note? Maybe that's why.) "Well, I keep getting it for Christmas." (Still better than the cruelty of mankind, I guess.) "Have your headaches been any worse lately? More frequent?" asks Lecter. Turns out they have, actually. "I'd change the aftershave." But the scene ends with Lecter giving Will a concerned, lingering look. OKAY, GUYS, THAT'S ENOUGH TUMORS FOR ONE EPISODE. There was already one show where a guy ate cancer, we don't need another one.

@BryanFuller: You'll have to wait until the episode BUFFET FROID to learn what #HANNIBAL smells on Will.

*TEARS HAIR*

Meanwhile, Investigator Brian's got a match from the National Cancer Database: an Elliot Budish, a truck driver with a fishing license. "Married, two kids--they haven't seen him in four months; he was diagnosed five months ago." "Meet the Angel Maker," says Crawford. Or his wife, certainly--in the Crawffice, a trembling Mrs. Budish confesses that she left Elliot because of his cancer: "It makes me sound like a horrible wife." "I'm sure you had your reasons," Crawford says diplomatically. "I took a leave from work to be with him. I wanted to be there for him. But what he wanted was to be alone." And there goes the camera closing in on Crawford. "He just kept pulling away, and pulling away..." And there's the actual precise moment Crawford starts to realize what's going on with Bella; you can see it. "He made it clear he didn't want me there. And then it wasn't clear. And then it didn't matter why he was acting the way he was. It was... weird..." Crawford gets up and goes and sits at his desk while Mrs. Budish keeps talking. "I mean, what kind of mother exposes her children to someone who is losing their mind?" (Speaking of which, now we know why Bella said it was too late for her to have children.) Crawford's just going to go have a silent breakdown at his desk now, so Will takes over the questioning: "Was he ever violent, Mrs. Budish?" "He was angry," she says quietly. "But he never hit me or the boys. It was hardest on them. He lost himself, and they lost a father," she finishes, as Crawford sighs and wipes his eyes. "I thought that, as he got weaker, as the cancer got worse, that it would be less confusing for them. They could just see him as a sick man, instead of someone who was so terrified."

"And... did your husband's faith falter after he was told about the cancer?" Will asks, unaware of any dialogical subtext.

"Elliot wasn't ever religious," she says, confused.

"Your husband is dying, Mrs. Budish, and soon," Crawford finally manages to say. "We'd just like to... we'd like to find him before he hurts himself or anyone else." Well, she volunteers, Elliot had a near-death experience as a boy--he nearly suffocated in a fire, and a fireman told Elliot that he must have had a guardian angel. (Huh--I wonder if that's why Budish also sees Naughty Bad People as being on fire. Or, to him, does that mean they don't have guardian angels to save them from him, so that's what he's going to make them into?) Where did this happen? "A farm where he grew up," she says.

A Farm Where Elliot Grew Up. So, once upon a farmyard dreary, there's a rusty and abandoned barn, and... there's Budish hanging by the wrists from the barn ceiling, feet bound, and with meat wings of his very own. Now. Okay. I have questions. Mainly: HOW? Because he apparently never had any accomplices? I mean... I'm sure he could have wrangled some of this setup by himself, but... all of it? I maybe don't want to think about this hypothetical process too long, because it might start getting comical, and I really don't want to feel like a terrible person today.

"This'll be the last one," says Will. "He made himself into an angel." Please, could we not have--of the--with the mutilated--oh, look, it's a closeup of Budish hanging there swaying. "It wasn't God, it wasn't man. It was his choice to die... as much as he could make it." Yeah, I'm going to choose the most painful, outlandish, logistically difficult death I can possibly devise because I DO WHAT I WANT. Speaking of choice, though, "I don't know how much longer I can be all that useful to you, Jack," he says quietly. Crawford can't understand why Will isn't pleased with a job well done: "Really. You caught three. The last three we had, you caught. You caught three of them." MEAT WINGS, JACK!! "No, I didn't catch this one," says auuuughhh closeup of the guy's back really why is this happening. "Elliot Budish surrendered." And it's just really not all that fun, when you go through all this psychogenic agony and don't even get to chase anyone around with a gun.

"You know, I'm used to my wife not talking to me," says Crawford with surprising equanimity. "I don't have to get used to you not talking to me too."

"It's getting harder to make myself look!" Will protests. Crawford retorts that no one's asking Will to look alone (to be fair, Crawford does escort him everywhere and did get him a cannibal therapist and such). "What is it about this one?" "It isn't this one, it's all of them, it's the next one, it's the one that I know is coming after that," despairs Will, knowing that there are still eight episodes to go and ain't none of them gonna be a teddy bear picnic. Well, Will can go back and teach if he wants ("and read about this stuff on tattlecrime.com," ohhhhh), but knowing that "there's killing going on that you could've prevented [will] sour your classroom forever." But "this is BAD FOR ME," he insists. "Maybe I'll find a job as a diesel mechanic in a boatyard." Uh, good luck finding a houseboat big enough for All the Dogs, Will. "I'm not your father, Will. I'm not gonna tell you what to do. You wanna quit? Quit," says Crawford, with a certain "I have no more fucks left to give" pleasantness.

Oh, also, there's Budish staggering up to Will with a nice big closeup of his gooshy back. CUT TO COMMERCIALS.

After the break, Budish falls to his knees: "I see what you are," he gasps, knife in hand. Will's head is on fire, by the way. "What do you see?" whispers Will. "Inside," says Budish: "I can bring it out of you." "No--not all the way out," says Will. Budish coughs, struggling to breathe, as you might when you have no back, then says, "I can give you... the majesty... of your becoming." (AHHHHHHH!) I hear "your becoming"; the captions say "true becoming." What I don't hear is a thud when Budish falls over, because he's not actually there; Will hallucinated this whole thing. We weren't seeing Will from Budish's point of view--we were seeing Will imagining how Budish would see him. Which raises the question--are they both at least somewhat psychic? Budish because he can see if you're "naughty or nice," and Will because the whole ~flaming visage~ was way too specific a thing to just intuit?

(In actuality, Budish is still hanging up there in the rafters, in case you wanted one last look.)

The Best Office Ever. Outside the private entrance, Crawford is lying in wait for for Bella: "My wife and I need to talk." He asks to borrow the waiting room, but Lecter gallantly lets them have the whole office. "You know," says Bella, surprised. She herself found out twelve weeks ago: "Lung cancer." It's also Stage Four cancer--"and we know there's no Stage Five, don't we?" She says that she didn't mean to tell him until "far enough into the future that I'm really not prepared to have this conversation right now." "Neither am I, but we're having it, we're having it right now." It's kind of strange to see this painfully realistic conversation that I'm sure real people have actually had, but in, you know, Cannibal Library Paradise. "Were you just going to wait until you were in the middle of chemotherapy?" he asks. Well, no... because Bella doesn't want chemotherapy.

"Do you want to be alone?--I don't want you to answer that," says Crawford. "I just want you to think about your answer. I want you to know that I don't want you to be alone, not now and not ever." "'We'll beat this together'?" she says skeptically. "No, it's your fight, baby, but I'm in your corner. I'm not going anywhere." "I appreciate that, Jack," she says. "I do. But I'm not comforted by it. I know that's what you need, and... you need to comfort me. But I can't give you what you need." Again, it's strange to go from the surreal pulpy crime scenes and the "omg so haunted" psychological staring contests to this very real-world conversation. And I like that these two characters clearly love each other, but--speaking of alienation--she just can't connect right now, and that this is a legitimate aspect of what she's going through. "Don't worry about what I need," Crawford says, shaking his head. "Why wouldn't you tell me?" Finally, some tears breaking through: "I thought if I kept it to myself, our lives wouldn't change. I didn't count on changing as much as I did." She does take his hand, though.

Some time later, Will shows up at the Crawffice, taking a moment to steel himself before going in. Crawford's sitting there in the dim, chin in hand. "What do you want, Will?"

Will sits down in the chair adjacent. "I'm gonna sit here until you're ready to talk." (So someone must have told him what happened? It must have been Lecter, but that makes me wonder what his intentions in telling Will were.) (Alternately, he empathed it himself, as many of y'all are suggesting.) "You don't have to say a word until you're ready, but... I'm not going anywhere until you do."




I actually find it oddly heartwarming, in that Will is both standing up to Crawford but also refusing to be alienated from him, as well as pulling himself together. But maybe it's also supposed to be symbolic that they're not looking at each other, and there is ~something standing between them.~ I don't know.

An emerging theme with this show seems to be the idea of control vs. connection, and the idea that connection requires vulnerability; we've seen both mentioned separately a number of times, but I think they're actually, specifically opposed on this show. Bella's trying to maintain her dignity and her control, but in doing so, she's not letting herself be vulnerable enough to connect with her husband. Will's "pure empathy" leaves him vulnerable to constant connection, including connections he doesn't want, which in turn leaves him feeling unable to control his own life. The various killers seem to seek one and/or the other--Hobbs couldn't bear to let the connection with his daughter go, so he tried to regain control by killing and eating girls who looked like her; the Mushroom Whisperer explicitly wanted connection; the Angel Maker wanted to regain control over how he's going to die. Which then makes me wonder how this applies to Lecter (our title character, after all), who's always been sort of inscrutable. He's so famous for being an inhuman sociopath that the idea of both vulnerability and a need for human interaction is kind of odd on its face, but maybe even he wants to connect with people. Maybe he tries to connect with people by controlling them, wanting to have connection without vulnerability; is that what cannibalism is all about for him, connection with and control over both who he eats and who he serves food to? Is that why he's tried to get Will to be dependent on him but alienated from everyone else, out of a need for both connection and control? Is that need his weakness, his eventual downfall? We'll see, I guess.


NEXT WEEK: The show ups the "relevant to your interests" ante with Eddie Izzard. Get excited.


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I'm pretty sure the ratings for this show are going to give me an aneurysm. WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME, AMERICAN PUBLIC? WHY DO YOU CONTINUE TO PUT DARK DRAMAS ON YOUR FUNNY NIGHT, NBC? WHY DO YOU KEEP BRINGING AWESOME TELEVISION THAT WILL ONLY BE CRUELLY RIPPED AWAY, BRYAN FULLER?

In less hysterical news, I just really love the cinematography of the show. That shot of Will and the angel in the alley is just amazing. Such a treat to see that kind of thing on network TV.

The scenes in Lecter's dining room always really remind me of 17th century Dutch vanitas paintings.

I'd be willing to bet that's not a coincidence, honestly. One of the production blogs already mentioned a couple of paintings that inspired something else.


In less hysterical news, I just really love the cinematography of the show. That shot of Will and the angel in the alley is just amazing. Such a treat to see that kind of thing on network TV.

I nearly put this in but didn't, since the recap was (again) going long:

@BryanFuller: So proud to be hosting OSCAR-WINNING Cinematographer GUILLERMO NAVARRO's DIRECTORIAL DEBUT on Tonight's #HANNIBAL.

Aaaah! D:

...awwwww. :(

Re: the potential for Cooking With Bella Crawford. Hobbs refused to eat that one girl because she had liver cancer, right? Which makes me think that a) Lecter is not going to eat Bella (and you're right, he does seem weirdly sympathetic given that he is The Worst) and b) THE PILOT WAS FORESHADOWING THIS. AUGH.

Yeah, I did think about "something wrong with the meat," but I don't know that he would necessarily eat her... himself.

D:

I watched this episode on the train coming home from Dublin last night. After a few stifled gasps and wide eyed "I can't believe Lecter is doing this!" type baffled grins, along with "Gina Torres, whoo!" smiles and "Oh God, who died?!" when the plate was put in front of Bella Crawford, I had to settle for watching it with my hand over my mouth so as not to make other passengers wonder about me.

I thought Laurence Fishburne's reactions as he realised what was going on with his wife was so well done. I've always thought him an excellent actor and I was delighted to hear he'd been cast as Perry White in Man of Steel, but seeing him in this only makes me even more excited to see him on screen. (June 14th, tell your friends!! *excited bounce*)

It didn't click with me that Bella was sick. I thought it was an affair she was having right up until she started talking about cancer. I have smartz. I missed the look between her and Lecter at the dinner table. So this morning, I'm thinking about the episode, as you do on a Sunday when you're getting ready for mass, and I had this epiphany "OMG he mentioned that bit about his sick lecturer because he knew she had cancer after smelling her. Wow!" And then I realised that I was having this realisation a bit later than someone with my supposed intelligence really should. Ah well.

I know that this show is about serial killers and cannibals and that it's a subject matter that a lot of people shy away from but there seems to be so many layers to it, from the books to the films to what the producers and writers are adding to it themselves. I have to say I am really enjoying that aspect of it.

I thought it was an affair she was having right up until she started talking about cancer. I have smartz.

I can't remember if you've read the books or not? I just felt stupid because I actually thought during the dinner scene, "Hey, he can smell cancer and she gets cancer in one of the books. Huh." Like, I actually THOUGHT ABOUT IT and didn't get it.

I know that this show is about serial killers and cannibals and that it's a subject matter that a lot of people shy away from but there seems to be so many layers to it, from the books to the films to what the producers and writers are adding to it themselves. I have to say I am really enjoying that aspect of it.

Yeah, there's usually a point during each recap-writing where I stop and go, why am I doing this, exactly? Shouldn't I feel a little... silly? But there does seem to be a lot to talk about, yeah.

When I was watching I thought Will had been seeing clues that Jack was not OK. Like when he was having his silent-mini-breakdown over realizing Bella had cancer, Will was glancing over. And when Will was talking about how he wanted to quit and Jack was like, "Fine, whatever" because his day was shitty enough without having to deal with Will's problems. I think at the end those things added up and Will empathed that something was not right with Jack and went to go see what. Although, I could see Hannibal telling Will if he went to see him after the Nightmare Barn.

Also, that last scene broke my heart. Because Jack did not have the strength to deal with Will but Will was there for Jack. And it was just so sweet to see Will try to help Jack like a regular friend.

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That's what I took away from the scene, too. Maybe Will doesn't know Bella has cancer--or that Jack's "irritablity" is related to Bella--but he knows something is wrong with Jack, and that probably some of the head-butting they had in this episode is a result of that. Which is why, I don't see Hannibal telling Will about Bella's condition. If his goal is to drive a wedge between Will and Jack, telling Will about Jack's suffering would only drive Will towards Jack, as Will seems to have a heightened sense of responsibility towards people who he thinks he's harmed in some way.

I'm with you on being able to handle blood; but getting into limbs and body mutilation makes me recoil. I have a thing about finger- and toenails being ripped off. (During that scene in Black Swan I was doing the worm-wiggle in my seat. Ughhhh.)

I'm finding the interactions between the characters/psychological mind games more interesting than the crimes themselves. Jack's gradual realization about Bella's cancer and their conversation afterwards broke my heart. I wish the writers took about as much care with those scenes as they did the crime aspects, because, man, those are really pushing into the Oh, Come On Now! realm of feasibility.

Also, I like the little nods to the novels because if we don't make it to the Red Dragon/Silence of the Lambs seasons, at least we get a taste (sorry!) of those plots/imagery.

Eyes. It's eyes for me. CANNOT HANDLE EYES. Blood, though--I'm often the one to clean up blood when someone else gets cut or whatever. Blood by itself just really doesn't bother me at all, and I'm not sure why. I had huge issues with having blood taken when I was younger, but that was about the needle going IN, not the blood coming out.

I'm finding the interactions between the characters/psychological mind games more interesting than the crimes themselves.

Yeah--in retrospect, I don't even know that I feel that the previous episode they chopped up was really missing all that much. I mean, things like Will being upset because... reasons... could have used some context, but the Abigail subplot felt like plenty of story. I mean, I appreciate the horror aspects well enough, I guess, but I've always liked the overall series primarily for the mind games.

Also, this one episode was probably more explicitly gory than the entire Silence of the Lambs movie, and yet I don't think it was at all more frightening. I was grossed out by the closeups of the mutilations, but the more I saw them, I just started being grossed out instead of disturbed.

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You make this show sound so entertaining, but - cannibalism. I am too squeamish for that. Oh well. I've still been enjoying these posts.

I know at least a couple of people are actually following the show entirely through the recaps and not watching it at all, so that's fine, as far as I'm concerned. (Shit, I used to read Television Without Pity for all kinds of shows I never watched a single episode of.) It also helps to see some of the production blog posts where the consultant chef and the food stylist they got are like, "And this time we're using pork!" I tend to be more disturbed by the Overly Creative Killers of the Week crime scenes.

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I forgot how much I loved the novels back in highschool. can't wait to watch all of these in one go.

See, I need to go back and reread the books, because it's been that long for me. I'm more familiar with a couple of the movies, but it's primarily Red Dragon they seem to be taking their cues from (which I remember being really good).

I keep thinking that Dire Ravenstag is actually a new German day of the week.

Are Murder Angels the new Weeping Angels?

"I keep thinking that Dire Ravenstag is actually a new German day of the week."

*SNORK*

(Where the fuck is Abigail, by the way?)

Still coming down from the shrooms, obvs. Alana's probably got her under lock and key.

"You're the head of the Behavioral Science Unit, Jack, why don't you come up with your own answers if you don't like mine?"

This seems like a perfectly legitimate question to me. I'm probably missing something.

(noooo, keep your oven mitts off Gina Torres)

Well, she has cancer, so the meat's probably bad anyway. Lecter doesn't do substandard dinners.

I would accuse Lecter of trolling Will via his décor, but Fuller pointed out the statue when the first episode aired

Wouldn't it have been hilarious, though? 'Will had a dream about a stag... this statue would be PERFECT to fuck with him! I'll buy it.'

Also, I have been waiting for someone not to eat Lecter's dinners, lol. Bella didn't say she was a vegetarian explicitly, but her skepticism at any killing not being cruel seemed in line with a vegetarian.

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This seems like a perfectly legitimate question to me. I'm probably missing something.

I actually don't think there was anything wrong with the question per se; it was that Will was getting frustrated and upset, and Crawford then felt challenged and yelled at him. I don't actually think Will was in the wrong; it was the kind of thing where two people ought to have just been like, yeah, sorry, let's calm down now.

Well, she has cancer, so the meat's probably bad anyway. Lecter doesn't do substandard dinners.

Like I said upthread, I'm not necessarily assuming he would eat her... himself.

Bella didn't say she was a vegetarian explicitly, but her skepticism at any killing not being cruel seemed in line with a vegetarian.

Yeah, I was confused as to why pâté was more cruel than anything else--force-fed geese, I guess. Maybe she thought of that as exceptionally cruel? You'd think Crawford would have been like, "Well, knowing my wife, since she's my wife, she's gonna have a problem with the whole meat thing," if that were the case.

Wouldn't it have been hilarious, though? 'Will had a dream about a stag... this statue would be PERFECT to fuck with him! I'll buy it.'

Oh, for real. I absolutely would have been like, "He is totally trolling him. He stayed up all night googling 'black stag statue' until he found one to buy," if I hadn't already known about that. I'm kind of disappointed he wasn't.

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The bit about Graham wearing Old Spice is from Red Dragon. The portrayal of it in Manhunter was the moment when Brian Cox sold Lecter to me as totally terrifying, even from within a cell.
That shaving lotion is something a child would select. Has a little ship on the bottle, does it not? And how is young Josh and the lovely Molly? They're always in my thoughts, you know.
Brr.

If I recall correctly, in the scene in the book, Lecter also says something like, “That's the same horrible aftershave you wore to my trial.”

It's becoming evident that the writing team knows the books backwards and forwards.

That is just... magical.

I really need to stop swearing up and down I'll reread the books and actually reread them.

In today's round of Facts I Just Know I Know Not How: there are usually around 30 - 35 active serial killers running around the United States at any given time.

I think it's possible that Budish tied himself up first so that there was enough slack in the ropes for him to radically shave his back and then fall forward off of a ceiling beam. It's the only explanation I've got apart from HANNIBAL WHAT DID YOU DO NOW. (In terms of the recreation for SotL, it seems like it's a "hey, you didn't actually get this guy and now I've gone AWOL, bye!" sort of extra flip off.)

The sugar is probably people
Wellllll ... sugar is whitened through bone char. So, it might have some people in it?

And I really like the exchanges lifted from Red Dragon. The aftershave conversation was hilarious in its initial incarnation and just as so here.

In today's round of Facts I Just Know I Know Not How: there are usually around 30 - 35 active serial killers running around the United States at any given time.

Well, fuck our collective life. I guess 30 out of 300 million isn't that bad...?

HANNIBAL WHAT DID YOU DO NOW.

I will say, when I saw the previews, I assumed at first that the guy in the alley was someone Lecter had killed "wrong" to show Will what the killer was really doing with the praying angels (whatever that would end up being), because of that movie connection.

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I can't believe that it took this recap, along with this v. symbolic gif, for me to put it together...is the Dire Ravenstag Will's subconscious manifestation of/warning about Hannibal?

Ooooh, I like this. Now I'm going to have to think about all the times we've seen the stag. I just always sort of associated with when Will was dreaming about things to do with Hobbs, but Lecter was very close to the Hobbs case. Maybe the stag is sort of like the shadow of Lecter that's hanging over everything?

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I have to say, I have never been so glad for Hulu commercial breaks in my life as I was with the Budish hallucination scene, because I really needed a little "NONONONONONONONONONONO" break right about then. (I wasn't sure if it was a hallucination or not, so - auuuuuuugh.)

Everything with the Crawfords was so amazing and so painful.

It really was painful, wasn't it? I liked that it wasn't something they just magically got over by the end of the hour, and that she couldn't just get over it to make everyone feel better.

I have to say, I have never been so glad for Hulu commercial breaks in my life as I was with the Budish hallucination scene, because I really needed a little "NONONONONONONONONONONO" break right about then.

Heh. For me, it was more like I got three minutes to go "WELL THAT SEEMS UNLIKELY" and spend way too much time trying to figure out how he got down from the rafters. I'm just going to assume this is a coping mechanism on my part.

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Man, I remember reading about Crawford's wife, too. The note seemed kind of mean-spirited to me when I went over that the first time. I need to read it again to get a better sense about it (I have two copies of Silence of the Lambs because one fell behind my bookcase and I was too lazy to fish it out).

I guess I'm too used to watching The Walking Dead for any of the gore in this show to bother me. After watching a walker get its head destroyed in a bloody, pulpy mess by a trunk lid, meat wings kind of doesn't phase me. Though it is surprising to see it on a network show during prime time. It does make me curious about how the FCC is fine with that kind of violence, but they still freak out whenever someone says "shit" or anything like that.

What's funny is that I've seen worse in movies, although I don't seek out a whole lot of gory horror in the first place. I think the sustained, repeated closeups (which emphasized the "meat" aspect, I guess) were what grossed me out the worst, as opposed to a sudden burst of violence--like, that detective getting shot out of nowhere and Freddie getting splattered with blood a couple of episodes back, that obviously had the effect it was going for, but it didn't freak me out in the same visceral way. It's almost like there's a certain aspect of "creativity" that gets me, like the stag head thing.

Yaaaaay, a new recap! ♥

My favorite moment: when the camera panned down and showed Winston following Will. Actually went "AWWW, GOOD DOG" out loud.

I love that you brought up the control vs. connections aspects, because it's been interesting to watch Will navigate his non-Hannibal (and non-serial killer, for that matter) relationships on the show in these past couple of episodes. In the past couple of episodes especially, there's been this heartbreaking undercurrent of Will really wanting to make healthy connections, but having those sabotaged when the unhealthier connections seep in, such as when he tries to do something nice for Abigail in the heat of the moment and realizes the darker implications later. (Also - spoiler? - if the previews are any indication, it looks like Alana's not going to be willing to start a relationship with him while he's in such rough shape.)

This episode did have some hopeful moments on that front, though - loved seeing Will go see Jack at the end, despite Hannibal's manipulations, and Will and Beverly's relationship is quickly becoming my favorite thing ever. All I want out of this show is for them to become best friends, basically. She treats him like a person, and she shows concern without walking on eggshells, and he seems to be getting a lot more comfortable around her.

Looking forward to more of Team Sassy Science. Jimmy's one-liners need more screentime. Also, having seen Ouef/Ceuf/whatever in full, Zeller makes this amazingly catty comment to Will at one point during the case, so between that and him being Freddie's source in Amuse-bouche, I wonder if that jealousy aspect is going to boil over at some point.

Interesting Hannibal stuff this weekend. Like you said, it definitely seems like in-between all the conniving, he is, like, partially sincere when he talks to Will? Except at the same time, totally wants to shove him over the edge for science/the lulz/etc? I'm glad Fuller is resisting the urge to spend too much more time with him. He's so much more fun as the unknown variable.

Although I have to say, Hannibal actually giving Will case-relevant books in that one scene? LEGITIMATELY HELPFUL, until he started trying to drive a wedge between Will and Jack. Hannibal Lecter: The Worst At Helping, With the Exception of Part of One Scene!

Gina Torres killed it so hard, as did Laurence Fishburne. I can't imagine acting out those conversations with my real life spouse. Even though I love how absolutely bonkers and disgusting and gorgeous this show is, these quieter, more grounded moments give the show its beating heart.

Next week should be interesting. EDDIE IZZARD. And I'm sure hoping it's a little less gruesome next week. Not that I usually mind, but just sayin': Coquilles was at least three times more gory than the episode that got, y'know, pulled from North American TV. (I know it was more subject matter than anything, BUT STILL.)

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Looking forward to more of Team Sassy Science. Jimmy's one-liners need more screentime. Also, having seen Ouef/Ceuf/whatever in full, Zeller makes this amazingly catty comment to Will at one point during the case, so between that and him being Freddie's source in Amuse-bouche, I wonder if that jealousy aspect is going to boil over at some point.

Well, now you have to tell me what he says!

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As for the last scene, when Will sits next to Jack and waits for him to vent, my thought was oh, he empathed that. I don't think anyone told him. I thought Will realized how weird it was when Jack let him take over the investigation of Budish's wife, after disconnecting from his own feelings of horror.

It's looking more and more like I misinterpret something every week, and that's it this week. :)

The moment this episode ended, I wanted more. This show makes me feel so greedy, I just can't get enough of it.

I love the references to the books.

At first I totally disliked Crawford (mostly due to the bathroom scene) but now I really warmed up to him which made this episode all the more sad.

Hope Gina stays with us for awhile.

That said, I really love your recaps, they are funny and I love the analysis and the discussion in the comments.

Also am I the only one who would like to see more scenes with them. Not necessarily romantic but I think she be really good friend to him. Considering that she seems pretty straight forward and stable.

Hello *waves* I'm de-lurking after following m15m parodies and the last of your Hannibal recaps. I totally read the first three before watching the episodes to know when I was going to shriek and then for this one I went "Hey, okay, I can probably watch this live," and LO AND BEHOLD, MEAT WINGS aaaaaaah.

"HOW DID HE DO THIS" was also the first question I asked when they showed Budish hanging from the ceiling, but then during the hallucination conversation I had a thought: Could it be possible that Francis Dolarhyde helped the guy through his "becoming"? I just rewatched Red Dragon so the whole "MRS. LEEDS, BECOMING!" scene was playing in my head.

Anyway, love the recaps, I really enjoy seeing connections I missed and it's great.

Hee! Yeah, I was having a hard time being like, no really, you guys, this show is great! It's really not as scary as you'd think, you can handle it! um except meat wings next week oops.

(I thought I remembered something about "becoming" from Dolarhyde.)

(Thanks!)

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I'm trying to work myself up to (re)reading Red Dragon tonight--gotta do it sometime? But I need to do things that are not related to this show at some point!

It'll be fun to reread this one with all the TV actors in mind, though. I'm not sure I could make that work for SOTL, though, since there's not a full cast yet. (Am I the only person who can, like, switch back and forth between different sets of actors when they read, or even back to the characters as I imagined them originally?)

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It's official - I read your recaps before I watch the show. Then I know when to close my eyes.

I must live under a rock = never saw any of the movies or read the books. I vaguely remember them being a thing....

Really enjoy the recaps and the comments. Also the show - even though I watch half of it with my eyes covered.....

Thanks! I know some aspects of the show aren't really for everyone (I'm more into suspense than gore as it is), so it's good if the recaps can actually help people watch the show. :)

I'M ACTUALLY PRETTY INTERESTED TO SEE HOW THIS TURNS OUT

even though I'm afraid Alana going to visit him is kind of... derivative

SURELY THIS WILL BE AWESOME ANYWAY

I am still stuck on the whole, Angel Maker manages to create meat wings out of his own back and suspend himself. HOW. HOW DID YOU DO THAT.

Now I want Bella's perfume. GINA TORRES EVERYBODY.

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Re: A list that devolves into paragraphs!

(he told Margot Verger to kill her brother when she could get away with it while still practicing, if memory serves)

Yeah, but that was basically a public service...

How did Budish know they were bad people? My guess on Budish and Will is that they measure a lot of variables and process them at a high speed, subconsciously. So, like, he can look at you and have a good guess at what you do for a living, or whether you drive a car or not. I have a friend who has this same ability, it's creepy and cool. / The felon dressed as a security guard acting wrong- the way a guard shouldn't. The couple acting, not like a couple, but predators.

Huh. Yeah, it could be that he was intuiting a general sense of guiltiness from their behavior in the moment. No one ever claimed he knew exactly what anyone was guilty of, after all.

It's very hard to convince yourself that you're not becoming someone else when you're not entirely sure who YOU are in the first place.

Aw! That's kind of terrible, considering the Foregone Conclusion we're moving towards. Maybe they can work him towards something where he gets more assertive and mentally healthier even as the betrayal approaches, or something.

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I do in fact read your recaps instead of watching the show. (Maybe I'll watch it eventually; I haven't decided.) I'm loving them!

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