(Later is revealed that Abigail actually died, so in the following dialog Will is in fact talking to himself.)
Abigail: "They told me he knew exactly how to cut me. They said it was surgical. He wanted us to live."
Will: "He left us to die."
Abigail: "But we didn't. He was supposed to take me with him. We were all supposed to leave together. He made a place for us."
Will: "Abigail..."
Abigail: "Why did you lie to him?"
Will: "The wrong thing being the right thing to do was... was too ugly a thought."
Abigail: "He gave you a chance to take it all back and you just kept lying. No one had to die."
Will: "It's hard to grasp what would've happened, what could've happened, and in some other world did happen."
Abigail: "I'm having a hard enough time dealing with this world. Hope some of the other worlds are... easier on me."
Will: "Everything that can happen, happens. It has to end well and it has to end badly. It has to end every way it can. This is the way it ended for us."
Abigail: "We don't have an ending. He didn't give us one yet. He wants us to find him."
Will: "After everything he's done, you'd still go to him?"
Abigail: "If everything that can happen, happens, then you can never really do the wrong thing. You're just doing what you're supposed to."
(Will is dreaming of Hannibal's office, remembering their conversation when they burned his notes:)
Hannibal: "When we have gone from this life, I will always have this place."
Will: "In your memory palace?"
Hannibal: "My palace is vast, even by medieval standards. The foyer is the Norman Chapel in Palermo; severe, beautiful, and timeless, with a single reminder of mortality: a skull graven in the floor."
Will: "Even in an enlightened world, we come here to feel closer to God."
Abigail: "Do you feel closer to God?"
Will: "God's not who I came here to find."
Abigail: "Do you believe in God?"
Will: "What I believe is closer to science fiction than anything in the Bible."
Abigail: "We all know it, but nobody ever says that G-dash-D won't do a G-dash-D-damned thing to answer anybody's prayers."
Will: "God can't save any of us because it's inelegant. Elegance is more important than suffering. That's His design."
Abigail: "You talking about God or Hannibal?"
Will: "Hannibal's not God. Wouldn't have any fun being God. Defying God, that's his idea of a good time. Nothing would thrill Hannibal more than to see this roof collapse mid-Mass, packed pews, choir singing... He would just love it. And he thinks God would love it, too."
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Will: "This is what Hannibal sees when he steps inside the frescoed walls of his own mind."
Abigail: "Do you feel closer to him here?"
Will: "This isn't Hannibal, it's just where he begins. Beyond this, far and complex, light and dark, is the vast structure of his mind. A thousand rooms, miles of corridors. Everything he remembers, wonderfully and fearfully reconstructed."
Abigail: "Why fearfully?"
Will: "Hannibal is well armed against the physical world, but there are places within himself he can't safely go. But we can. If we find them. And that's how we'll find him."
Pazzi: "You come to Palermo and soon... very soon... a body is discovered. The priest at the Cappella dei Normanni said you have been spending a lot of time there."
Will: "I've been praying."
Pazzi: "There is some comfort in prayer. It leaves you with the distinct feeling you're not alone."
Pazzi: "Is Will Graham here because of the body at the cappella, or is the body here because of Will Graham?"
Will: "Why are you here?"
Pazzi: "I'm like you. I do what you do. We share the gift of imagination."
Will: "I've got the scars of a man who grabbed his gift by the blade."
Pazzi: "You grabbed the wrong end." (Will chuckling) "Those moments when the connection is made, that is my keenest pleasure."
Will: "Knowing."
Pazzi: "Knowing. Not feeling, not thinking. You know who murdered that man and left him in the Cappella Palatina."
Will: "Don't you know?"
Pazzi: "I met him 20 years ago. Il Mostro, the Monster of Florence. It was his custom to arrange his victims like a beautiful painting. Il Mostro created images that stayed in my mind. 20 years ago, I was dwelling on a couple found slain in the bed of a pickup truck in Impruneta. Bodies placed garlanded with flowers..."
Will: "Like a Botticelli."
Pazzi: "Exactly like a Botticelli. His painting Primavera still hangs in the Uffizi Gallery in Florence, just as it did 20 years ago. The garlanded nymph on the right, the flowers streaming from her mouth, match. Match... "
Will: "The Uffizi Gallery... that's where you met il Mostro."
Pazzi: "That's where I met... this man. The Monster of Florence." (Will looks at a photo of young Hannibal, imagining him in the Uffizi Gallery while Pazzi talks.)
Pazzi: "Success comes as a result of inspiration. Revelation is the development of an image, first blurred, then coming clear. To find the inspiration il Mostro used was a triumph. I went to the Uffizi and stood before the original Primavera day after day and most days I'd see a young Lithuanian man as transfixed by the Botticelli as I was; as transfixed as I imagined il Mostro would be. And every day I saw him... he would recreate Primavera in pencil, just as he did in flesh. I knew. It was the best moment of my life, a moment of epiphany that made me famous and then ruined me. In haste and the heat of ambition, the Questura nearly destroyed the young man's home trying to find evidence."
Will: "Well... He doesn't leave evidence."
Pazzi: "No, he doesn't."
Will: "He eats it."
Pazzi: "Another man... not an innocent man, but innocent of those crimes... was a dream suspect. He was convicted on no evidence except his character."
Will: "Blame has a habit of not sticking to Hannibal Lecter."
Pazzi: "Hmm. He has a habit of sticking to you."
script: A bloody valentine awaiting its intended.
(heart beating) Will: "I splintered every bone, fractured them dynamically. Made you malleable. I skinned you, bent you, twisted you and trimmed you, head, hands, arms, and legs. A topiary. This is my design. (heart beating) A valentine written on a broken man. (gasping and panting) I do feel closer to Hannibal here. (laughing) God only knows where I'd be without him. He left us his, uh... his broken heart."
Abigail: "How did he know we were here?"
Will: "He didn't. But he knew we would come."
Abigail: "He misses us."
Will: "Hannibal follows several trains of thought at once without distraction from any... and one of the trains is always for his own amusement."
Abigail: "He's playing with us."
Will: "Always. You still want to go with him?"
Abigail: "Yes."
Will: "He gave you back to me, then he took you away. It's Lucy and the football. He just keeps pulling you away. What if no one died? What if... What if we all left together? Like we were supposed to, after he served the lamb. Where would we have gone?"
Abigail: "In some other world?"
Will: "In some other world."
Abigail: "He said he made a place for us." (...)
(Hannibal watches Will.)
Pazzi: "Are you... praying?"
Will: "Hannibal doesn't pray. But he believes in God... intimately."
Pazzi: "I wasn't asking Hannibal Lecter." (...)
Will: "Praying you catch him? You should be praying he doesn't capture you."
Pazzi: "I didn't head the Questura di Firenze for nothing."
Will: "You couldn't catch him when he was just a kid; what makes you think you're going to catch him now?"
Pazzi: "You."
Will: "What makes you think I want to catch him?"
Pazzi: "Signor Graham..." (softly speaking Italian)
Will: "If you could possibly be content, I would suggest you let il Mostro go."
Pazzi: "I can't do that any more than you can."
Will: "He's going to kill you, you know. I'm usually right about these things."
Pazzi: "He let you know him. He sent you his heart. Where has he gone now?"
Will: "He hasn't gone anywhere. He's still here." (Will searches for Hannibal in the catacombs) "Hannibal!"
Pazzi: "Signor Graham?"
Will: "You shouldn't be down here alone."
Pazzi: "I'm not alone. I'm with you."
Will: "You don't know whose side I'm on."
Pazzi: "What are you going to do when you find him, your il Mostro?"
Will: "I'm... I'm curious about that myself."
Pazzi: "You and I carry the dead with us, Signor Graham. We both need to unburden."
Will: "Why don't you carry your dead back to the chapel before you count yourself among them?"
Pazzi: "You are already dead, aren't you?"
Will: "Buonanotte, commendatore."
(Will and Hannibal move alongside each other in the catacombs.)
Will: "Hannibal... I forgive you."
script: His voice rings down the depthless inky black. Hannibal stands, hiding among the mummified corpses. He hears the plaintive offering - and the echo that answers it - but he says nothing in reply. Instead, Hannibal takes a silent sidestep and is swallowed entirely by the shadows. Will stands, forlorn, with only darkness behind him, awaiting a response that is not to come.
