Will: "Hello, Frederick."
Frederick: "You were expecting someone else?"
Will: "I was hoping for someone else."
Frederick: "He knew exactly how to cut you. They said it was surgical. He wanted you to live."
Will: "He left us to die."
Abigail: "But we didn't."
Frederick: "Couple of suckers we've been. He set us up and knocked us down. What bothers me the most is, I think it was easy for him. Shooting monkeys in a barrel. You had encephalitis. I do not know what my excuse was."
Will: "Compulsive imitation."
Frederick: "How dull! But maybe. I am learning all sorts of new things about myself these days. I'm learning new things about you, too."
Will: "Imitation allows us to better understand the behavior of others."
Frederick: "I have great empathy for you, Will. Both of us eviscerated and accused... I have literally felt your pain."
Will: "We have matching scars."
Frederick: "You need a friend... friend. You will leave this hospital under a cloud of suspicion."
Will: "Not a cloud, a fog."
Frederick: "I can help you get Hannibal Lecter out of your head."
Will: "And into your hospital."
Frederick: "There's opportunity here... For both of us. We can catch the man who framed and maimed us."
Will: "There's no opportunity here, Frederick. Not for you."
Frederick: "The optimist believes we live in the best of all possible worlds; the pessimist fears this is true. This is your best possible world, Will. Not getting a better one."
scene: Will fantasizes about Hannibal and himself would have killed Jack together, Will's ideal world
script: Will is seated at a table with three settings. Jack is seated beside him. A dinner scene like so many preceding it. Hannibal glides into the room, in his shirtsleeves, a small DeSimone platter in each hand, each with a different appetizer. He sits across from his guests and slides both platters toward Will. Two choices before him. Time seems to slow and Will's heartbeat becomes audible, thudding as his POV swings to Jack who gives Will an unspoken communication, an almost-imperceptible nod that doubles as a signal. Will's POV swivels to Hannibal who offers a decisive glance, a cue of his own. Will's heart beats faster. The scene playing out isn't a flashback of some repast between the three men, but an alternate reality. This is what could have happened that final night at Hannibal's. As much is confirmed when Jack catches Hannibal's glance, seeing it as the signal it is. In slo-mo, Jack drops his wineglass and reaches inside his jacket for his gun. But Will is not just a spectator here - he's a participant, and his pulse grows faster still. In that instant, he makes his decision - and reaches to grab Jack's arm, stopping his draw. Jack's eyes go to Will, wide and stunned by his betrayal. Pained. Will's heartbeat reaches a hammering tattoo. Hannibal comes from behind and, with his serving knife, cuts Jack’s throat in a neat, clean motion. Will and Hannibal struggle as one to hold Jack fast to his chair and Jack's life spills down his chest. Will blinks at a square of light dancing across his face - light reflected from Hannibal's killing blade.
Jack: "Well, we're officers of the FBI, wounded in the course of heroic duty."
Will: "That's not true for either of us."
Jack: "Well, we were supposed to go together. That's... That's on me. My foul. My bad."
Will (deleted line): "I'm not sure it would've turned out any different if we had." Will: "Not all of our choices are consciously calculated."
Jack: "No... (sighing) But our decisions are. You remember when you decided to call Hannibal?"
Will: "I wasn't decided when I called him. I just called him. I deliberated while the phone rang. I decided when I heard his voice."
Jack: "You told him we knew."
Will: "I told him to leave, 'cause I wanted him to run."
Jack: "Why?"
Will: "Because he... Because he was my friend. And because I wanted to run away with him."
Frederick: "We could all use a little group therapy while we're down here."
Alana: "There's only one 'we' you're really interested in, Frederick, and that 'we' isn't really interested in you."
Frederick: "Will Graham could use a breakthrough."
Alana: "Being broken was his breakthrough."
Frederick: "Being broken was yours. Will has not had his breakthrough yet. He is saving that for Dr. Lecter."
Alana: "It would be the best thing for his therapy, really."
Frederick: "It's only a matter of time before they are back in each other's orbit. Shame not to have the good seats, if only to support poor Will."
Alana (in Hannibal's kitchen): "What are you doing here?"
Will (sitting on the floor): "Mm, visiting old friends."
Alana: "You're not tempted to forget?"
Will: "No, I... I don't want to forget. I'm building rooms in my memory palace for all my friends."
Alana: "Friendship with Hannibal is blackmail elevated to the level of love."
Will: "A mutually-unspoken pact to ignore the worst in one another in order to continue enjoying the best."
Alana: "After everything he's done, can you still ignore the worst in him?"
Will: "I came here to be alone, Alana. If you wouldn't mind..."
Frederick: "You are alive because you did not pull that glass from your neck. Will Graham is alive because Hannibal Lecter likes him that way."
Jack: "Maybe it's one of those friendships that ends after the disemboweling."
Frederick: "I would argue, with these two, that's tantamount to flirtation. Will is going to lead you right to him."
Jack: "Oh, no he's not. Not to me. I've let them both go. I've let it all go."
Frederick: "You dangle Will Graham and now you cut bait? You're letting Hannibal have him hook, line and sinker."
Jack: "I know what's coming for you, Will. You don't have to die on me, too."
Jack: "Where's Will?"
Alana: "He's already gone, Jack. Will knows what he has to do."
scene: Will sails alone across the Atlantic to Europe to seek Hannibal
