Chiyoh: "You're sitting at Hannibal's table. You know him. You know Will."
Jack: "I know them. They are identically different, Hannibal and Will."
scene: Hannibal and Will hanging in Mason's truck next to each other
Mason: "I snatched Will Graham right out of your mouth. You must be famished."
Hannibal: "There is an inescapable parallel between you and Jezebel, Mason. Keen Bible student that you are, you'll recall dogs ate Jezebel's face, along with the rest of her."
Mason: "Well, if Jezebel was right with the risen Jesus, the Riz would have provided her with a new face, as He has provided mine. The transplant surgery is extremely skillful, which is why Cordell here will be performing the face-off. You boys remind me of that German cannibal who advertised for a friend and then ate him and his penis before he died. Tragedy being, the penis was overcooked. Go to all that trouble to eat a friend and you overcook his penis. They ate it anyway. They had to, they committed. But they didn't enjoy it. I'm committed to enjoying every bite of you."
Will: "You're going to eat him... with my face?"
Mason: "Yes. I got a taste for it after you two had me eat my nose."
Hannibal: "You must be terribly proud that you could bring this off, It's dangerous to get exactly what you want. What will you do after you've eaten me?"
Will: "You could wreck some foster homes and torment some children?"
Mason: "No, I'll drink martinis made with tears."
Hannibal: "But where, Mason, would the hard-core fun come from?"
Mason (clucking tongue): "It's foolish to dilute such ecstatic time as this with fears about the future. Uh, Cordell, Mr. Graham is looking very dry. A little moisturizer, please."
Hannibal: "I'm curious, what will be the first cuts of me you'll serve?"
Cordell: "The first course, of course, will be your hands and feet, sizzling on a Promethean barbecue. The coal is white and very hard, makes a clear ringing sound when struck."
Hannibal: "You've thought of everything."
Mason: "And after that, we'll have a little pajama party, you and I. You can be in shorties by then. Cordell is going to keep you alive for a very long time."
Will bites Cordell, flesh tearing, Cordell screams, Hannibal looks very proud.
Mason: "Well, no pajama party for you, Mr. Graham. We're gonna feed you to the pigs as soon as Cordell has removed your face... in a much more civilized fashion than you just tried to remove his."
Will: "You helped Mason Verger find us."
Alana: "I helped Mason find Hannibal. We followed Bâtard-Montrachet when we should have just followed you."
Will: "Almost as ugly as what Mason wants to do to us is the fact that he can do it with the tacit agreement of people sworn to uphold the law."
Alana: "I was trying to get to Hannibal before you. I knew you couldn't stop yourself, so I had to try."
Will: "By facilitating torture and death."
Alana: "I can abide the thought of Hannibal tortured, not necessarily to death. I'd say he has it coming, wouldn't you? Or maybe you wouldn't."
Will: "What did you think would happen?"
Alana: "I thought Jack Crawford and the FBI would come to the rescue. But the finer details of what I thought would happen have evolved."
Will: "Then you have to evolve, Alana. You have to spill blood. Either by your own hand or... someone else's."
Alana: "I was trying to save Will from you, but right now, you're the only one who can save him. Promise me you'll save him. Please."
Hannibal: "I promise. And I always keep my promises, Alana. Just cut the ropes on one arm, give me the knife and leave. I can do the rest."
Alana: "Are you going to kill Mason?"
Hannibal: "Margot is. Snatch some of my hair... back from the hairline, if you don't mind. Get some skin. Put it in Mason's hand after he's dead."
Alana: "Could I have ever understood you?"
Hannibal: "No."
deleted scene: Hannibal kills Mason's people
script: Opera plays. Camera follows the blood spray back to its source - A bodyguard falling backward, his throat cut. Close on the glint of a blood-flecked blade wielded by Hannibal who is already moving on to the second of three bodyguards he has ambushed. He wears the clothes of the man Alana shot with the tranquilizer gun. Second bodyguard is drawing a handgun from beneath his jacket. On his face as he realizes he is too slow.
Slam into real time hard as Hannibal smashes the claw hammer in his other hand into the second bodyguard's chest. He coughs blood. The gun falls from his hand as Hannibal slams him against the wall and then ducks to the ground as - Blam, Blam, Blam. The third bodyguard fires. Bullets stitch holes in the wall. Back to slo-mo as Hannibal pulls his hammer from the second bodyguard with a sucking squelch. Blam, Blam. Hannibal rolls under the line of fire and slams the third bodyguard through the foot with the hammer.
Third bodyguard screams and tries to bring his gun to bear on Hannibal, now right below him, but Hannibal holds his wrist. A moment, and then Hannibal rips a knife across the third bodyguard's abdomen. Third bodyguard sways before Hannibal - dead, just doesn’t know it yet - as Hannibal stands up.
Hannibal reacts as doors slam and two more bodyguards come charging into the corridor, guns drawn. Lightning fast, Hannibal hurls the bloody hammer. Close on the hammer as it spins in the air, blood trailing from it, and then - thunk - it strikes one of the new arrivals, spinning him to one side. Hannibal then spins the third bodyguard and drives toward them. Bullets drive into the third bodyguard, Hannibal hidden behind him. Third bodyguard rag-dolls in Hannibal’s arms as the bullets explode into his torso.
Close - fourth bodyguard's fear as Hannibal meets them in the center of the corridor and slams third bodyguard’s face right into his. Fourth bodyguard flies backward, nose spraying blood, and tangles with the fifth bodyguard. Close on the knife in Hannibal’s hand, as it flashes amid the fourth and fifth bodyguards. Blood splashes the walls.
Close on two more bodyguards - six and seven. As they enter the corridor and pause. Guns in their hands. Their POV: The bloodbath that is the corridor - six bloodied bodies splashed up and down the walls. Gun smoke hangs in the air. Blood drips down the walls. Six and seven breathe deep. Tense. Guns at the ready. They move forward stepping through the bodies. Close on their shoes as they move through the carnage. Nothing moves except for the blood sliding down the walls. Six and seven move away from camera, toward the end of the corridor. And then a bloodied figure rises from the floor behind them, as Hannibal wipes frame...
Hannibal's POV: The open fields and woodland of Muskrat Farm beyond. The huge moon hanging above and a myriad of stars. Freedom. He could run and no one would catch him. Leave Will and be free. The thought crosses his mind. He takes a deep breath of night air. And then he turns back into the house, and the shadows within envelope him once more...
(Proof that Hannibal still loves and values his freedom very much, but Will is one and only exception that means more to him, even at times when he longs to free himself from his feelings.)
scene: Hannibal saves Will, carrys him in his arms through the snow while Mason's men are behind them
Will sitting on his bed, reading Hannibal's open notebook, the journal Hannibal was writing, is filled with Einstein's equations about how to reverse time.
Hannibal: "Do we talk about teacups and time and the rules of disorder?"
Will: "The teacup's broken. It's never going to gather itself back together again."
Hannibal: "Not even in your mind? Your memory palace is building. It's... full of new things. It shares some rooms with my own. I've discovered you there, victorious."
Will: "When it comes to you and me, there can be no decisive victory."
Hannibal: "We are in zero-sum game?"
Will: "I miss my dogs. I'm not going to miss you. I'm not going to find you. I'm not going to look for you. I don't want to know where you are or what you do. I don't want to think about you anymore."
The cold, even flatness of Will's words strikes Hannibal: "You delight in wickedness and then berate yourself for the delight."
Will: "You delight. I tolerate. I don't have your appetite. Goodbye, Hannibal."
A sting of rejection. Hannibal (deleted line): "Tolerance is a fig leaf to hide your ravenous self from the world." Hannibal stands there a moment, rejected. Will sighs and averts his eyes. Hannibal finally goes, leaving Will alone.
Will: "He's gone, Jack."
Hannibal: "Jack! I'm here. You finally caught the Chesapeake Ripper, Jack."
Jack: "I didn't catch you, you surrendered."
Hannibal to Will: "I want you to know exactly where I am and where you can always find me."
Jack: "Cuff him. Put him in my car."
Hannibal risks spending the rest of his days in prison -or the death penalty- something that he'd been avoiding at all costs for 20+ years, because he realizes his free life without Will isn't worth so much to him anymore. He says to Will that he wants him to know where he is and where he can always find him. And so he gives Will free will by turning himself in.
