Hide! Quickly!
Run away!
Back! This way.
Quick! This way!
Quickly! Come on!
Down to the lake!
Oh.
- M for Mischa. - Mischa.
Come on! Come on, let's go!
Come on, Lothar.
- Hurry now. Give me the bathtub. - Yes, sir.
Hannibal! Mischa! Where have you been?
Hurry now. Quickly!
Hannibal! Come here.
Come on.
Darling, the cart is packed. Everything is ready.
Hurry up. Come on, come on.
Come on, old boy! Come on!
Hey! Colonel Timka says the fighting will be close to the roads.
It can't last more than a few days. We'll be safe at the lodge.
Come on! We're almost there!
No, no, no. The bath has to be for the dirty clothes.
- In you come. - Let's see if our toys are there.
- Ah. Hand me the bath. - I'll take it.
No, it's fine.
Let's hurry. Cook will have packed the kitchen by the time you get back.
Ah!
Too-doo-loo-doo-loo-doo-loo!
Mischa.
Hannibal, give them here. Mama's pearls.
Ah! Oh!
Pearls before swine.
Mischa, blow.
Ah!
Shut up. Shut up!
You are a Jew. How could I eat your cooking?
Dispose of him.
How do you deal with locals, being locals yourself?
You say you want to be 88. Let's see you earn it.
Kill the Jew. Bring me the peasant.
Move! Move!
Move, you fat fucking Jew. Move! Move!
Are you a Gypsy?
No, sir.
Are you a Jew?
No, sir.
Good job!
Why don't you show us your dick?
Major! Russian tanks moving west!
Put all their food on the trucks. Move it!
This forest was full of game.
This war.
Find us something to eat.
Which way home, Hannibal?
Good boy.
The Germans are falling back from Leningrad.
They are in full retreat.
Freezing.
And starving.
What's that?
- It's a Russian tank. - Get away from the window!
Lothar! Russians!
Everybody out of the house!
We only want water. The children can stay in the warm.
- Get them inside. - Go, Hannibal. Look after her.
- Mischa, come here. - Start the pump.
Wait here.
Mama! Mama!
Shh!
- How much longer? - A few minutes.
Stuka! Stuka! Shoot! Shoot!
Get down!
Papa! Papa!
Aagghh!
Mischa!
Hannibal!
Mama!
- Mama! - Hannibal!
No! No! Mischa!
Mischa! Mischa, go back!
- Go back, Mischa! - Mama!
No, Mischa, go back!
Hurry! Hurry!
Headshots. No holes in the clothes.
[Gunshofl
Come on, Grentz! Kolnas, come on!
- Let's go. Let's go. - Hurry!
Come on! Get in the back. Put it in the back.
Start the engine. Start the engine.
- I told you, we're going to die. - Relax. We're getting rich.
- In. In, in, in! Go! - Come on!
- Hurry, shut the door! - Grutas, isn't that the 88 major?
Major. "Kill a few Gypsies," you said.
"Kill a few Jews, and we'll make you 88."
If you had kept your word,
I would be saying "yes, sir“ to you now.
But now I am in business for myself.
[Gunshofl
He's not getting out!
Kill him!
- Russians! - Russians! Move!
Get the body! Hurry!
Don't kill the dead ones, stupid!
Hide the weapons! Hide the weapons!
Ho, ho, ho, ho!
Go, go, go, go! Hurry!
- Move! - Come on, come on, come on!
Dump the body! Dump the body! Get rid of it!
They are shooting looters.
Stop and black out.
Come on!
- Put it down. - Drop it, you little fuck!
Put it down!
- Or we shoot her. - Give me that.
Get the radio, Kolnas.
Milko, check the kitchen.
- Fuck you! - Oh, Milko, I'll do it.
We're lucky. Only kids.
If a patrol comes by,
we saved them... and their family's stuff.
- Hey, Dortlich. - Grentz, check the door.
Pot Watcher, Check upstairs.
Find some food.
Hey, only rotten potatoes.
...deaf or something. Try the... Try the Germans.
- It's breaking up. - Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
I need information, you idiot! It's not a fucking toy!
Wait. I have found something on the Russian frequency. Shh.
Roadblocks. Every five kilometre from here to Vilnius.
So we are stuck for now, hm?
Once, we were Lithuanians.
Now we are Russians.
We were Germans before.
Medics. Police.
And what are we at this moment.
At this moment, we are starving.
- Get something? - It's freezing.
Open it.
You think these are peppercorns? These are frozen maggots.
This was rotten before it froze.
- I'll put this in your head! - Stop it, Grutas.
The boy is Hannibal Lecter.
And the little girl is Mischa.
We eat... or die.
Let's hear you, little master.
- He's mute. - He's not mute at night.
He can scream well enough, and he'll sing.
This is not your father's house any more.
It's the People's Orphanage and you're just one more orphan.
Agh!
Lecter! I'll see you in my office!
Hannibal, you do not honour the human pecking order.
You're always hurting the bullies.
I know. This was your mother's room.
It must be difficult for you to live in this house.
Go to bed.
Go to bed!
Everything all right?
Mischa...
Mischa!
Get up!
Now scream all you please.
Every day you'll pay for this.
Every day for the rest of your short and nasty life.
Lecter!
He's not here.
This way.
Ah!
Oh! Ah!
Shh. Shh.
Who's there? Some help you are. Shoo! Go!
- What is it, Serge? - A boy, Madame.
He has pictures of you and your husband.
Your uncle would have loved to see you.
It has been almost a year since he died.
Only you and I are left now.
Mischa.
Mischa!
Mischa! Mischa!
- Mischa! Mischa! - Hannibal!
- Mischa! - Hannibal!
Hannibal, wake up!
It's all right. It's all right.
When you sleep, do you remember?
Do you remember what happened to Mischa?
You look like your uncle, Hannibal.
Would you like to try? Use this.
Hannibal!
Speak to me.
Thank you.
Hannibal!
Here is where I pray to my ancestors for strength, for courage.
I have the honour only on my ancestor's birthday
to polish his armour with oil of Cloves.
This is after the fight for Osaka Castle.
The samurai display the heads of their enemies.
There are more suitable parchments that will interest you.
Be gentle, Hannibal, and be brave,
like your father.
And like him.
You must be ready for anything. Come!
Again.
Good. Again!
Eh, Japonaise.
Eh, Japonaise!
- Monsieur, please. - Eh.
- Is that all, Madame? - Yes.
Eh, Japonaise, tell me the truth. Does your pussy run crossways?
With a puff of straight hairs like a little explosion?
- Hannibal! - Ah!
Don't move.
The butcher tried to get the Knife, stating he'd kill
everyone in the market.
Well... the butcher was Vichy,
a collaborator with the German occupation.
He's much hated, and I can deal with him.
Young man,
if you are to be a doctor, you must be careful with your hands.
No more fighting. I never give more than a single pass.
Forgive me.
I cannot seek revenge.
Hannibal needs peace.
Ah!
If you've pissed in my fuel tank, I'll twist your head off.
- Paul Momund, the butcher. - Huh!
You owe a certain lady an apology.
Apologise to la Japonaise? Boy, you must be crazy to come here.
I'll throw you in the river, or maybe I'll slit your pants
and give you something you don't want where you don't want it.
You inquired about her... pussy.
You speculated it ran which way?
Jap pussy runs crossways.
You should fuck that little Jap and see for yourself, huh?
Crossways like that?
Ah! Ah!
Or more tangential to the spine?
Ah!
Ugh.
Do you see how your mouth stains the air?
I should add that to my drawing. Would you like to see it?
Yum!
Wait for me.
- It was made with a single blow. - Ah, Inspector Popil.
I'm very happy you could come. You won't remember me, but...
Of course, you delivered De Rais to Nuremberg and sat behind him.
I saw you bring the evidence.
It's an honour, sir.
- What do we have here? - Paul Momund, or most of him.
You have his dossier.
Yes. Fat and ugly.
He shipped Jews from Marseille.
- He fought recently. - And often.
Last Saturday night, in a bar fight. He had many enemies.
A list, please. His recent opponents.
- You've done nothing to this body? - Oh, no, no. The chief specifically...
The odour, it's not of anything you use here?
It smells like the toothache remedy.
Yes, oil of cloves.
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,
give one cheek to Madame, the other to the guest of honour.
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 the 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?
- Pop“, Madame. - Pop“.
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 brought 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.
- 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, keep these people away.
- It's the butcher? - Yes, sir.
- How long? - Ten minutes, no longer.
Would you please?
Ah, Madame, so sorry to disturb you. I was passing with the papers and...
Um, your legal residence in France is threatened now.
We can delay it with death duties,
so you can stay in the house for the time being.
But inevitably, the state will take it and sell it at auction.
You will have to let the staff go. Good night.
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.
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 have 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?
- Yes? - Where were the police?
No, no, no. No, no, please, please.
You knew at once what Louis wanted.
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.
Da.
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.
Oh.
Mm.
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 a refugee boat from Bremerhaven.
- What did he look like? - Swarthy.
They wouldn't have let him in the SS.
Oh, yes, of course. That's 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.
Please, please, let me go and I will testify against Grentz.
Do you remember Das Ein Männlein im Walde, Herr Dortlich?
♪ A little man stands in the forest completely still and quiet. ♪
Mischa loved that song.
Let's sing for Mischa.
♪ A little man stands in the forest completely still and quiet. ♪
♪ He wears a little, pure purple cloak. ♪
You're not singing. Sing for slack, Herr Dortlich.
♪ Say... ♪
♪ Say! Who can that little man be...♪
♪ Who stands there alone in... ♪
Aagh!
It's Kolnas! Kolnas deals with him!
♪ With the little crimson cloak? ♪
Kolnas deals with him.
And where is Kolnas?
Fontainebleau!
♪ Say! Who can that little man be. ♪
♪ Who stands there alone in the forest ♪ Ah!
♪ With the little crimson cloak? ♪
Purpurroten Mäntelein, 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?
Hound 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 licence.
Monsieur Kleber residing Rue Juliana.
Good morning. How are you?
- Oh, look. - Hello, little one.
Here he is. Come by on his way to church to check the till.
How neat he is, and plump, this... war criminal.
♪ A little man stands in the forest ♪
♪ completely still and quiet. ♪
Do you know that song?
♪ He wears a little, pure purple cloak. ♪
Where is Natalya? Hm? Where is she?
Always wandering off.
Natalya, come, come.
We have to go to church, hm?
Hannibal, he has children.
She's wearing Mischa's bracelet.
Choose your offering for the church.
Good. Put it in your pocket. Hm?
Ah, the shiny one.
Put it safe in...
What is it?
- 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 Pot Watcher's inventory.
No, no, no. Dortlich searched those ruins before, hm?
Grutas told him to do it.
Poked around with his picnic fork, the lazy bastard.
Where is he? Where is he, this poison little boy who killed Dortlich, hm?
He's a Paris schoolboy.
There is a passport photograph, but they don't have it yet.
What's his name?
Hannibal Lecter.
You know him?
So do you.
We, uh...
We had dinner with him during the war.
Go back to your restaurant, Kolnas.
Hey! Bring me a covered dish next time.
Where the hell is Dieter?
Dieter!
You bruise their face, you split their lip, the money goes down.
Come here.
And that one, that one is mine for now.
Milko, I want you to go to Paris.
Kolnas found me a Bösendorfer piano. The best.
Oh, and, uh... find the boy. Lecter.
You know what to do with him.
Thanks.
Inspector Popil, please come in.
This is, uh, not a social call.
- Where is he? - I don't know.
At medical school, I think.
Did you ever see this man?
No.
His name's Dortlich. He's a war criminal.
He was found near the castle Hannibal came from.
Dortlich had some ugly friends. I want to know where they are.
Hannibal may know.
Don't out yourself.
I know about you.
I know you lost your family, everything, when the bomb fell on Hiroshima.
Yes.
And you protect Hannibal because he lost everything too?
That is your bond with him?
Do you see your family in your dreams, Inspector?
Yes.
So do I.
So does he.
If your pet snake strikes in France, I will have to seize him.
And he will die under the guillotine.
Sorry.
Ah!
It was Grutas who sent you to kill me.
No, not to kill you.
To give you money.
Let me give it to you.
No!
- You killed so many, Milko. - No!
Many more than these.
Do you feel them in the tank around you?
Hm?
We ate her...
We ate her to live.
Grutas was very quick. She felt nothing.
So, Grutas has a house? Where?
I have difficulty hearing you.
He has a house?
No! All right, all right.
Milly-Ia-forêt.
No... No!
She felt nothing!
Oh, Inspector Popil. What a surprise.
Found in your room.
If you kill in France, I will see your head in a bucket.
Do you mind if I work while we talk?
You killed Dortlioh in the woods where your family died.
- His face had been eaten. - I would suspect the ravens.
Ravens who made a shish kebab?
Cannibalism.
It happened on the eastern front.
But you know that, don't you? You were there.
This is not the face of your subject.
This is Vladis Grutas, like the pictures in your room.
Did you kill him too?
- No, I didn't. - Have you found him?
If I found him, I give you my word, I would bring him to your attention.
Don't fool with me.
Did you know he sawed off the head of the rabbi at Kaunas?
He shot Gypsy children in the woods.
He walked free at Nuremberg because a witness got acid poured down her throat.
I will need your deposition. Come with me.
Let's begin.
Put it down, or I'll shoot her.
Grutas has the eyes of an arctic wolf.
He knew at once to threaten Mischa to make me put down the spear.
At first, they needed us for cover in case troops found them.
Later... they crowded around,
feeling our cheeks and arms.
Ah! Ah!
Hold her head still! Hold her head still!
- Mischa! - Hold it still.
Not in here, boss. Not in here.
Hannibal!
I promised Mischa.
Promised to make them pay a pound of flesh?
To pay skin for skin?
If they'd killed you, who will punish them then?
The answer is me. I will.
If you swear to share what you know with me, then I will let you go.
I swear.
Jack.
He knows something.
He'll lead us to Grutas, then we'll arrest him.
The court has to declare him insane,
and in an asylum the doctors can study him and find out what he is.
The little boy Hannibal died in 1944 out in that snow.
His heart died with Mischa.
What he is now, there's no word for it...
...except monster.
Give these men to the police.
It's Kolnas's children, isn't it?
No.
Promise me.
Hannibal!
I can't.
I can't. I already promised Mischa.
- No word from Milko? - No.
Come on.
Get out.
Where is your identification?
Where is Milko?
I don't know, and I don't give a damn.
He paid me to bring you this piano. Get my bike down.
Shh.
Don't worry. I won't hit you again.
I like you now.
Maybe I'll fix your teeth.
I want to steam.
Turn it up.
I'm glad you're here.
I always felt I owed you something.
I thought you would be bigger.
I put your face on every bully I ever hurt.
Kill him.
Answer me this.
Would you have fed me to your little sister because you loved her?
- Yes. - There.
There you have it.
Love.
I love myself that much and I would never apologise to you.
Cut him!
Wait!
Look at me.
And it won't hurt so much.
Bitch!
Get him! Go!
- Call Kolnas. - OK.
To continue our conversation,
do you wish to see Lady Murasaki alive?
Yes.
Listen to her. Speak to your little fuck boy.
Listen. Listen carefully.
I offer you a life for a life. Bring me everything you have.
The dog tags, Pot Watcher's little inventory, every fucking thing.
- Where? - Kilometre 36 on the way to Trilbardou.
There is a telephone kiosk. Be there at sunrise and wait for a call.
If you are not there, I will send her cheeks in the mail.
A life for a life.
I know your asshole...
...will look just like a violet.
Mmm. Mm!
Take her away.
Kolnas, bring me a jar.
Kill him at the telephone kiosk.
Bring his balls to the boat.
- We're ready to sail, sir. - Come on!
I'm sorry. Your room isn't quite ready yet.
I'll contact room service.
Please.
Eva!
Clean up the treatment room. Our old guests are leaving.
We have a new one checking in.
Get out!
See that Eva cleans them up before Achmed sees them.
Don't bite the women. Bite Achmed's gold.
Drive safely to Marseilles.
You know what will happen...
...if you don't give me some, please?
Good evening, Herr Kolnas.
You drink better wine than you serve.
I'm calling the police.
May I get them for you?
What did I do to you?
Aside from eating my sister, nothing.
Are you wearing your dog tag, Herr Kolnas?
Many people look like me. Are you sure you have the right person?
I was slave labour for the Nazis in the war.
I lost family too. I understand.
Well, to improve your understanding, I went by your home on the Rue Juliana.
I went into the children's room with the sleeping child.
And... I picked up something for your oven.
It's a beef roast, Kolnas. Do you see how it feels?
Agh! Agh!
Where is she? Ah!
Where is my daughter?
What did you do to her?
Your daughter is safe, Herr Kolnas.
I will give her back to you when you give me Lady Murasaki.
If I do that, then I am a dead man.
No.
Grutas will be arrested. I won't remember your face.
Help me, or I'll leave the child to starve.
Where is Lady Murasaki?
Grutas has a houseboat.
A canal boat. He moves around.
Where is the boat?
In Canal I'Ourcq, west of Meaux.
Where is my Child?
- Hello? - Hello?
- Hello, Astrid? - Yes?
Look at the children. Look at the children!
- Why? - Just do it!
The children are fine. They're sleeping.
Petras. Hello? Petras?
You tricked me.
No. I kept my word.
I will spare your life for the sake of your children.
Your boyfriend...
...ate Dortlich's face.
Jean, tie her up. I'll go astern.
Agh! No!
- Jean? - Help me!
Grab it. Grab it!
Hold it!
Jean!
No! Hannibal!
Shot in the spine, my little Mann/em.
Can't feel your legs? Too bad.
You won't feel it when I cut off your balls.
A present for you. A velvet bag.
Can you see? Good.
Look at this. I can put some colour in her cheeks.
Mmm!
Come on.
Ah!
Agh!
Where is Grentz?
If I tell you, will you kill me quickly?
Yes.
A village in Canada.
Near Saskatoon.
Stop, Hannibal.
Give him to Popil.
He ate my sister.
So did you. You ate her too.
So why don't you kill yourself?
- No. - Pot Watcher fed her to you in a broth.
Liar.
You have to kill everyone who knows it, don't you?
You ate her, half-conscious,
your little lips greedy around the spoon.
Agh!
Ah!
No!
Ah!
No!
Hannibal, stop! Stop! Stop! Oh!
Ah!
M for Mischa.
Agh!
Stop. Stop now.
Forgive them.
Never.
Have you.
What is left in you to love?
Ah!
- No, no. - Find me the captain.
I came as soon as I heard.
Where is Hannibal?
Come on.
Hannibal!
- Call the fire brigade. - Yes, Inspector.
Take some men. Get down there.
Hannibal.
Coming.
Yes?
I came to collect a head.
♪ A little man stands in the forest completely still and quiet. ♪
♪ He wears a little, pure purple cloak. ♪
♪ Say! Who can that little man be ♪
♪ Who stands there alone in the forest ♪
♪ With the little crimson cloak? ♪