Hannibal Rising Page #2

Let's see the pharmacist.

Look.

The most exquisite bits of the fish

are the cheeks.

This is true for many creatures.

When carving at the table

you give one cheek to Madame...

- the other to the guest of honor.

- Did you hear?

They haven't found

the butcher's damned ugly head yet.

Good evening, my lady.

I hope you don't mind.

I would have used a butcher's knife,

but the sword seemed so appropriate.

Not a nick in the blade,

I promise you.

The butcher was like butter.

You didn't need to do this for me.

Rudeness is epidemic, my Lady.

Police.

They will call it murder.

At worst, a crime of passion.

Wash your hands, quickly. Go!

- Inspector Pop-il?

- Popil, Madame.

Hannibal Lecter?

Good evening.

You fought with the butcher

Paul Momund in the market.

Now he is dead.

I must ask you to come

along with me.

Is your name Hannibal Lecter?

Yes.

Do you have any guilty knowledge

of the death of Paul Momund?

- Guilty knowledge?

- Limit your responses to yes or no.

No.

It's vanilla.

He reacts to nothing.

It's monstrous.

The butcher had been fishing.

There was blood and scales on his knife,

but no fish.

The tape tells you all that?

Remarkable.

No.

The Chef told me

you bought a splendid fish in for dinner.

- Where did you get that fish?

- By fishing, Inspector.

We keep a baited line

in the water behind the boathouse.

I'll show you if you like.

My speciality is war crimes.

And I know they do not end

with the war.

You lost your entire family.

So did I.

But for you, your beautiful Aunt came

and made up for it all.

The very scent of her must have

taken away the smell of the camp.

So, when Paul the butcher

spewed filth at her...

I can understand if you killed him.

Tell me what happened, Hannibal.

Together we could show a court...

The very scent of her

takes away the smell of the camp?

Do you compose verse, Inspector

and keep it under your pillow?

Now tell me, Inspector.

Did you choose war crimes...

- because you lost family in the war?

- Yes.

How?

Some in combat,

some were shipped east.

Did you catch who did it?

No.

But they were Vichy,

men like the butcher?

Yes.

Then we are both suspects.

I can say you were fishing with me,

if you like?

Inspector, you should see this.

I told you, lead these people away.

- That is the butcher?

- Yes, sir.

- How long?

- Ten minutes, no longer.

Father... Mother...

I'm the youngest student they've ever

admitted into Medical School.

It's a work scholarship.

I think you would be pleased.

Death duties on my Uncle's estate...

have finally forced the sale

of the Chateau.

Lady Murasaki will leave

for Paris with me.

Her residency in France

is now under threat.

This work scholarship

means I must spend

much of my spare time...

preparing bodies

for the anatomy class.

My studies are fascinating

and absorb me completely.

Yet I still find myself

thinking about my sister.

and the men who took her from me.

Hannibal!

Do you suppose

God intended to eat Isaac?

That's why he told Abraham to kill him.

Eat him?

Of course not.

The Angel intervenes in time.

Not always.

I have to know about Mischa.

I can see their faces in my dreams...

but I can't remember

what they called each other

with their bloody mouths.

I would give anything to remember.

Hannibal...

memory is a knife, it can hurt you.

I want to stay here with you.

No. You must stay at school.

Louis, I need you to remember...

Who told the Nazis

where the children were hidden?

You must remember.

I can't bear to think about it.

This will help you remember.

Hannibal Lecter?

What are you doing here?

The body.

I'm a medical student now.

Yes, I know.

I followed your progress.

You repeat nothing you hear

in this room.

Please, Louis.

Klaus Barbie shipped

the children to Auschwitz.

Who told him

where the children were hidden?

Did you tell him?

When they broke my fingers

I gave them Pardou.

Pardou knew

where the children were hidden.

He's Mayor of Belleville now.

- Thank you, Louis.

- Inspector?

Where were the police?

No, no, no. No, no, please, please.

You knew at once

what Louis wanted, didn't you?

His crucifix to remain with his brain,

not his heart.

He answered your question,

but you didn't answer his.

Where were the police when the Nazis

threw the children into the trucks?

Hannibal!

Come and play.

One little cheek... two little cheeks.

Cough.

She has pneumonia.

Let's take her.

She's going to die, anyway.

Hannibal!

Come on!

- Get out!

- Grutas, wait!

The dog tags.

Come on!

Pot Watcher, hurry!

Passport.

- Student?

- Yes.

You need a new photograph.

Night report.

Entry visas for Kaunas.

Lecter...

The Lodge.

Kolnas.

Grutas.

Mischa.

Herr Dortlich.

On behalf of myself

and my late family...

I thank you for coming.

Do you remember the bathtub

bubbling on the stove?

She was dead anyway,

I swear it, she was.

So much mayonnaise, Herr Dortlich.

Where are the others?

I don't know.

Yes, I know where one of them is.

Grentz, I know Grentz.

- Grentz?

- In Canada.

He got out on the refugee boat

from Bremerhaven.

- What did he look like?

- Swarthy.

They wouldn't have let him

in the SS.

Oh yes, of course.

He was the one that

always provided the bowl.

What about Milko?

All dead. They're all dead

in the war.

I remember his singing.

And now your leader, Grutas?

I don't know, I don't know,

I don't know. I don't know.

Please, please let me go

and I will testify against Grentz.

Do you remember

'Das Mannlein im Walde', Herr Dortlich?

Mischa loved that song.

Let's sing for Mischa.

You're not singing.

Sing for slack, Herr Dortlich.

It's Kolnas!

Kolnas deals with him!

Kolnas deals with him.

And where is Kolnas?

Fontainebleau!

'Purpurroten Mantelein', indeed.

He picked some wild mushrooms...

and made a brochette.

Mushrooms and cheeks.

Where have you been?

You smell of smoke

and blood.

Where did you go?

I found them.

The men who killed Mischa.

I have their names.

They're here in France.

Where?

Fontainebleau.

Ortolans.

He nets them on their way to Africa

and serves them for lunch.

They're like us.

They smell the others cooking

and still they try to sing.

Kolnas is using the name of 'Kleber'.

It's on the license.

Monsieur Kleber residing

Rue Juliana.

Good Morning, how are you?

Oh, look... here he is.

Come by on his way to church

to check the till.

How neat he is

and plump, this...

...war criminal.

Do you know that song?

Where is Natalya?

Where is she?

Always wandering off.

Natalya, come, come.

We have to go to church.

Hannibal, he has children.

She's wearing

Mischa's bracelet.

Choose your offering

for the Church.

Good, put it in your pocket.

Ah, the shiny one.

Put it safe in...

What is it?

- Good evening.

- They're waiting for you, down below.

I called my Soviet friends.

Dortlich's dog tag was

in his mouth.

That means that

he has all of our dog tags...

- ...and the pot watcher's inventory.

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