(birds chirping)
(wind blowing, birds chirping)
(children chattering)
HANNIBAL: Hide quickly!
Run away!
(animals calling, rustling)
(water rippling)
(snorting)
HANNIBAL: Quick! This way!
Quickly!
HANNIBAL: Down to the lake.
(giggling)
Oh-eeh...
(giggling)
- M... for Mischa. - Mischa.
- (explosion) - (both gasp)
(birds calling)
HANNIBAL: Come on! Come on, let's go!
(airplane roars)
(horse whinnies)
Come on, Lothar.
- Hurry now. Give me the bathtub. - Yes, sir.
(grunts)
FATHER LECTER: Hannibal, Mischa, where have you been?
- Hurry now! Quickly! - (explosion)
(Hannibal grunts)
MOTHER LECTER: Hannibal!
Come here.
Come on!
FATHER LECTER: Darling...
The cart is packed. Everything is ready.
(explosions)
Hurry up. Come on, come on.
BERNDT: Come along. Come on.
(horse whinnies)
Hey.
Colonel Timka says the fighting will be close to the roads.
Can't last more than a few days.
We'll be safe at the lodge.
- (horse whinnies) - FATHER LECTER: Go on!
We're almost there!
MOTHER LECTER: No, no, no, no. The bath has to be for the dirty...
- SERVANT: Yes, madame. - FATHER LECTER: In you come.
LOTHAR: Take this.
HANNIBAL: Let's see if our toys are still there.
- Ah, hand me the bathtub. - I'll take care of that, sir.
No, no. It's fine. But let's hurry.
Cook will have finished packing the kitchen by the time you get back.
Ahh...
(makes silly sound)
(giggles)
HANNIBAL: Mischa...
(giggles)
Hannibal, give them here. Mama's pearls...
(giggles)
MOTHER LECTER: Ah... ah! Woh!
(giggles)
Pearls before swine...
(chuckles)
HANNIBAL: Mischa... blow.
Ah!
(motorcycle engine roars)
(jets roar)
(horse whinnies)
(horse grunts)
(horse grunts, neighs loudly)
(footsteps move in quickly)
(men cock guns, rifles)
(horse whinnies, grunts)
(man speaking German)
GRUTAS: Shut up. Shut up!
(soldiers chattering)
You are a Jew. How could I eat your cooking?
Dispose of him.
(soldiers chattering)
How do you deal with locals, being locals yourself?
You say you want to be SS. Let's see you earn it.
Kill the Jew.
Bring me the peasant.
(gasps, groans)
MILKO: Move! Move!
Move, you fat fucking Jew! Move! Move!
(sniffs)
Are you a gypsy?
- No, sir. - (laughs)
(sniffing)
(Dortlich laughs)
Are you a Jew?
- (gunfire) - (horse whinnies)
No, sir.
- GRENTZ: Ha ha, Milko. Good job! - (laughing)
Why don't you show us your dick? (laughs)
(all laughing)
- WIRELESS OPERATOR: Major! - (beeping)
Russian tanks moving west!
MAJOR: Put all their food on the trucks.
Move it!
- (explosions in distance) - (chattering)
(soldiers chattering)
This forest was full of game.
This war...
Find us something to eat, Lothar.
Which way home, Hannibal?
Good boy.
(man speaking in foreign language on radio)
The Germans are falling back from Leningrad.
They are in full retreat.
- Freezing... and starving. - (man continues to speak on radio)
(radio shuts off)
(tank roaring through)
- (giggling) - What's that?
HANNIBAL: Tank! 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 on. Look after Mischa.
HANNIBAL: Come here.
Start the pump.
(pump humming)
Wait here.
MISCHA: Mama!
Mama!
Shh!
TANK COMMANDER: How much longer with the pump?
CREWMAN: A few minutes.
(jets roaring above)
CREWMAN: Stuka!
Stuka! Shoot! Shoot!
Get down!
(gunfire, explosions continue)
(groans)
Papa!
HANNIBAL: Papa!
(yelling)
(yells, groans)
(jet roaring)
(screams)
Aah!
(flames roar, loud explosion)
MOTHER LECTER: Mischa!
- Hannibal! - (coughs)
- Mama! - (gunfire continues)
(pants, gasps for air)
Mama!
Hannibal!
No!
No! Mischa!
Mischa! Mischa, go back!
Go back, Mischa!
- Mama! - No, Mischa, go back!
- (bullets whizzing) - Hurry! Hurry!
Head shots. No holes in the clothes.
(gunshot)
(fires)
(bomb whistles)
(soldier yells)
GRUTAS: Come on, Grentz!
Kolnas, come on!
- GRENTZ: We're coming! - KOLNAS: Let's go!
Hurry!
Put them in the back.
MILKO: Come on! Run, run, run, run, run!
Start the engine.
I told you, Grutas, we're going to die!
Relax, we're getting rich.
- In! In, in, in! - Come on, come on!
- Faster, faster! - Go!
(engine starts)
Grutas, isn't that the SS Major?
Major? Kill a few gypsies, you said.
Kill a few Jews, and they'll make you SS.
If you had kept your word,
I would be saying "yes, sir" to you now.
But now... I am in business for myself.
(gunshot)
He's not one of ours!
Kill him!
Russians!
Get the body. Hurry!
(groaning)
Don't kill the dead ones, stupid.
Find the weapons. Find the weapons!
Whoa! Oh, oh, oh!
Go. Go, go, go. All in.
Come on, come on, come on.
Dump the body! Dump the body immediately!
(whimpering)
(wolf baying)
- (rock clangs) - (growling)
(radio buzzes)
They're shooting looters.
Stop and black out.
(distant explosion)
- (door bangs open) - Move back!
(growling)
MAN: Don't shoot!
Come on!
(growling)
Come on.
- Put it down. - Drop it now, you little fuck!
Put it down!
Or we shoot her.
Give me that.
Get the radio, Kolnas.
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.
(grunts)
GRUTAS: Find something. Try the-- try the Germans.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
GRUTAS: Listen, I need information, you idiot.
It's not a fucking toy.
MILKO: Wait, I have found something under Russian frequency.
GRUTAS: Roadblocks.
Every five kilometers from here to Vilnius.
So, we're stuck for now, hmm?
Once we were Lithuanian.
Now we are Russians.
We were Germans before.
Medics.
Police.
And what are we at this moment?
At this moment, we are starving.
- Unh! - Did you get something?
Freezing out there.
Open it.
You think these are peppercorns?
These are frozen maggots.
This was rotten before it froze!
(grunting)
I'll put this in your head!
Stop it, Grutas.
(Mischa coughs)
The boy is Hannibal Lecter...
...and the little girl is Mischa.
(slurping greedily)
(Grutas grunting)
We eat...
...or die.
(Mischa coughing)
(thunder rumbling)
(boys chanting drill)
(man directing them)
(clanging)
(singing in Russian)
Let's hear you, little master.
He's a mute.
He's not mute at night.
He can scream well enough, and he'll sing.
This is not your father's house anymore.
It's the People's Orphanage,
and you're just one more orphan.
Aah!
HEADMASTER: (banging) Lecter! I'll see you in my office!
Hannibal, you do not honor the human pecking order.
You're always hurting the bullies.
I know,
this was your mother's room.
Must be difficult for you to live in this house.
Go to bed.
Go to bed!
Everything all right?
(moans)
(whimpering)
(groans)
- Ah! - (growls)
No, please.
(screaming)
Mischa!
(banging)
Get up!
(chains rattling)
Now, scream all you please.
Every day, you'll pay for this.
Every day for the rest of your short and nasty life.
(water dripping)
(clanging)
(sniffs)
(distant coughing)
(coughs)
Lecter!
He's not here.
This way.
(screams)
(groans)
(dogs barking)
Okay!
(speaks foreign language)
(whining and barking)
(alarm sounds)
(speaks Russian)
Boy!
(yelling)
(gunfire)
(train whistling)
(dogs barking)
(barks)
(growling)
SERGE: 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, Han.
It has been almost a year since he died.
Only you and I are left now.
(clock chimes)
HANNIBAL: Mischa.
Mischa. Mischa.
Mischa.
(men singing in German)
Mischa! Mischa!
Hannibal.
- Mischa! - Hannibal.
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.
(water boiling)
(gasping) Hannibal!
Speak to me.
Thank you.
Hannibal.
Here is where I pray to my ancestors
for strength, for courage.
I have the honor only on my ancestor's birthday
to polish his armor
with oil of cloves.
(inhales)
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. - All right.
(people chattering)
Hey, japonaise.
Hey, japonaise!
Monsieur, please.
- Is that all, madame? - Yes.
Hey, japonaise, tell me the truth.
Does your pussy run crossways?
With a puff of straight hairs like a little explosion?
Hannibal!
Don't move.
(whistles blowing)
The butcher tried to get the knife
while stating he would 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're to be a doctor,
you must be careful with your hands.
No more fighting,
and never give more than a single pass.
Forgive me.
I came now to seek revenge.
Hannibal needs peace.
(lyre music playing)
If you've pissed in my fuel tank, I'll twist your head off!
- Paul Momund, the butcher. - Ha!
You owe a certain lady an apology.
Apologize to la japonaise?
Boy, you must be crazy to come here. I'll throw you in the river.
Or maybe I'll split 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?
(gasping)
Aah!
Or more tangential to the spine?
Aah!
Ooh.
Do you see how your mouth stains the air?
I should add that to my drawing.
Would you like to see it?
Aah! Aah!
(screaming)
(body hits ground)
Yum.
Wait for me.
You see, it was made with a single blow.
Ah, Inspector Popil. I'm very happy you could come.
You won't remember me, but I was with the--
Of course. You delivered De Rais to Nuremburg
and sat behind him.
I saw you bring the evidence.
It's an honor, 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, a bar fight. He had many enemies.
A list, please. His recent opponents.
You've done nothing to this body?
Oh, no, no, no, monsieur. No, no.
The chief specifically--
The odor,
it's not of anything you use here?
It smells like that 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, 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.
(distant rustling)
- Good evening, my lady. - (gasps)
I hope you don't mind.
I would've 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.
(horn honks outside)
Police.
They will call it murder.
At worst, a crime of passion.
Wash your hands. Quickly.
Go!
Inspector Pop-il?
- Popil, madame. - Popil.
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.
MAN: 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 specialty is war crimes.
And I know they do not end with the war.
You lost your entire family.
So did I.
And 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 there was--
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.
(knock on door, door opens)
MAN: Inspector, you should see this.
I told you-- keep these people away.
(crowd chattering)
- It's the butcher? - Yes, sir.
How long?
OFFICER: Ten minutes. No longer.
Wait here, please.
Madame, so sorry to disturb you. I was passing with the papers.
Um, your legal residency in France is threatened, madame.
We can delay the 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.
MISCHA: Let me go!
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.
POPIL: 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.
(Louis coughing)
POPIL: 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.
(laughs)
Thank you, Louis.
Inspector.
Yes?
Where were the police?
(spits)
(priest praying in Latin)
LOUIS: No, no, no. Please, please.
(priest continues praying)
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?
(praying)
(soft piano music playing)
(thunder crashes)
MISCHA: Hannibal!
(woman singing in German)
Come and play.
One little cheek.
Two little cheeks.
Cough.
(coughs)
She has pneumonia.
Let's take her.
She's going to die anyway.
(singing in German)
(singing)
Hannibal!
(bomb whistling)
(scream)
Come on!
- Get out! - Grutas. wait!
The dog tags.
GRUTAS: Come on!
- Pot watcher! Hurry! - (bomb whistling)
(men shouting indistinctly)
(train whistle blowing)
(speaking Russian)
Passport.
- Student? - Yes.
You need a new photograph.
(shouting in foreign language)
Da.
(man singing in foreign language)
Night report.
Entry visas for Kaunas.
Lecter.
The lodge.
(squealing)
"Kolnas."
"Grutas."
Mischa.
(spades earth)
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 she was.
So much mayonnaise, Herr Dortlich.
(Dortlich whimpers)
Where are the others?
I-I don't know.
(whistling)
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's the one that always provided the bowl.
What about Milko?
All dead, all dead.
In the war.
I remember his singing.
(singing in German)
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.
(continues whistling)
Do you remember "Das Männlein im Walde," Herr Dortlich?
# Ein Männlein steht im Walde, ganz still und stumm #
Mischa loved that song.
Let's sing for Mischa.
# Ein Männlein steht in Walde, ganz still und stumm #
# Es hat von lauter Purpur ein Mäntlein um #
(rope cracks)
You're not singing.
Sing for slack, Herr Dortlich.
Sag...
# Sag, wer mag das Männlein sein... #
# Das da steht im... #
Uh!
# Das da steht im Walde... #
(chokes)
It's Kolnas! Kolnas deals with him!
# Mit dem purpurroten Mäntelein #
Deals with him.
And where is Kolnas?
(gurgling)
Fontainebleau.
# Sagt, wer mag das Männlein sein #
- # Das da steht in Wald allein # - (screaming)
# Mit dem purpurroten Mäntelein #
- (whistles) - (continues screaming)
(chokes)
(head thumps)
Purpurroten Mäntelein, indeed.
(dogs barking)
(men calling)
Picked some wild mushrooms and made a brochette.
Mushrooms and cheeks.
(keys jangling)
(unlocks door)
Where have you been?
You smell of smoke and blood.
Where did you go?
I found them.
The men who killed Mischa.
I have the 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.
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.
(Hannibal whistles "Das Männlein im Walde")
# Ein Männlein steht in Walde #
# Ganz still und stumm #
Do you know that song?
# Es hat von lauter Purpur ein Mäntlein um #
Where's Natalya?
Huh? Where is she?
She's always wandering off.
Come, come. Come!
We need 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, hmm?
Ah, the shiny one.
We'll put it safe in...
MRS. KOLNAS: What is it?
(girl sobs)
(faint yelling)
- 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. - MILKO: No, no.
Dortlich searched those ruins before, mm?
Grutas told him to do it.
Poked around with his picnic fork, the lazy bastard.
Who is he?
Who is he, this, uh, poisoned little boy
who killed Dortlich, hmm?
He's a Paris schoolboy.
They say that there is a passport photograph,
but they don't have it yet.
What's his name?
Hannibal Lector.
You know him?
So do you.
We, uh... we had dinner with him during the war.
(laughing)
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.
(laughing) I didn't do it!
Milko, I want you to go to Paris.
Kolnas found me a Bösendorfer piano, the best.
Oh, and, uh...
find the boy.
Lector.
You know what to do with him.
HANNIBAL: Thanks.
(buzzer)
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 cut yourself.
I know about you.
I know you lost your family, everything,
when the bomb fell on Hiroshima.
Yes.
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.
(locking door)
(saw whirring)
(grunting)
Sorry.
(screaming)
(coughing)
It was Grutas who sent you to kill me.
No, not to kill.
To give you money.
Let me give it to you.
No!
(engine running)
(unlocks door)
- You killed so many, Milko. - No!
Many more than these.
Do you feel them in the tank around you?
Hmm?
We ate...
...we ate 12.
Grutas was very quick.
She felt nothing!
(screaming)
So, Grutas has a house.
Where?
I have difficulty hearing you.
He has a house...
(panting)
No!
All right, all right.
Milly-la-Foret.
No, no, no!
Uh, uh, she felt nothing.
(gurgling)
Uh, uh!
No, please!
No!
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 Dortlich 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 the face of 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'll need your deposition.
Come with me.
Let's begin.
Put it down...
...or I'll shoot her.
HANNIBAL: 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.
(men singing in German)
(screams)
(screaming)
Hold her head still. Hold her head still!
Mischa!
Hold it still.
Not in here, boss. Not in here.
- (Mischa cries) - (door slams open)
(Mischa crying)
(spits)
Hannibal!
(Mischa screams)
(sighs)
I promised Mischa.
Promised to make them pay a pound of flesh?
To pay skin for skin?
If they had killed you...
who would punish them then?
The answer is "me." I will.
(rattling)
If you swear to share what you know with me...
then I will let you go.
I swear.
- (presses intercom button) - Jacques...
He knows something.
He'll lead us to Grutas, then we'll arrest him.
The court has to declare him insane.
Then in the asylum, the doctors can study him and find out what he is.
POPIL: 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."
(sniffs)
- (door opens and closes) - (footsteps approaching)
(sighs)
Give these men to the police.
It's Kolnas's children, isn't it?
No.
(breathing heavily)
Promise me.
MISCHA: Hannibal!
I can't.
I already promised Mischa.
(Murasaki pants)
(door opens and closes)
(footsteps, people chattering)
(clock ticks)
(clock ticking)
(fire crackling)
(explosion)
(car passing by)
(distant chattering)
(car drives on)
(chattering)
(engine stops)
Get out.
(owls hooting)
Give us your identification.
(sniffs)
Where is Milko?
I don't know, and I don't give a damn.
You paid me to bring you this piano.
Get my bike down.
(owl hoots)
(Murasaki sighs)
(inhales)
(gasps)
Shh...
Don't worry. I won't hit you again.
(whimpers)
I like you now.
(whimpering)
- (Grutas grunts) - (woman gasps)
Maybe I fix your teeth.
I want steam.
Turn it up.
- (cocks gun) - (gunfire)
I'm glad you're here.
I always felt I owed you something.
(jingles)
(inhales quickly)
I thought you would be bigger.
I put your face on every bully I ever hurt.
- (grunts) - (glass shatters)
Kill him.
(groans)
(groaning)
(flicks lighter open)
(groaning, grunting)
(groans)
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 will never apologize to you.
(thud)
GRUTAS: Cut him.
Wait! Look at me.
And it won't hurt so much.
(Grutas groans)
(yelling)
- (woman grunts) - Bitch!
- (woman grunting) - (gunfire)
(woman screams)
(panting)
Get him! Go!
- Call Kolnas. - Okay.
(phone rings)
(phone ringing)
To continue our conversation...
Do you wish to see... Lady Murasaki... alive?
(crunches)
Yes.
(crunching)
- (grunts) - (birds chirp)
(Murasaki grunts)
Listen to her.
Speak to your little fuck boy.
(breathing heavily)
Listen...
Listen carefully...
(birds chirping)
GRUTAS: 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? - Kilometer 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.
- (hangs up receiver) - (dial tone)
(birds chirping)
(breathes in)
I know your asshole... will look just like a violet.
(crunches)
(crunching)
- (Grutas moans) - (Murasaki grunts)
Take her away.
Kolnas, bring me a jar. (sniffs)
Kill him at the telephone kiosk.
Bring his balls to the boat.
CAPTAIN: Ready to sail, sir.
- (Murasaki grunting) - GRUTAS: Come on!
(Murasaki pants)
I'm sorry. Your, uh, room isn't quite ready yet.
I'll contact room service.
Please...
Eva!
Clean up the treatment room. Our old guests are leaving.
(speaking foreign language)
GRUTAS: We have a new one checking in.
(banging loudly)
Get out.
See that Dieter cleans them up good before Achmed sees them.
Don't bite the women. Bite Achmed's gold.
Drive straight through to Marseille.
(horns blare)
You know what will happen...
...if you don't give me some, please.
(sniffs)
(birds chirping quietly)
(Hannibal whistles)
Good evening, Herr Kolnas.
You drink better wine than you serve.
I'm calling the police.
HANNIBAL: 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 labor for the Nazis in the war.
I lost family, too. I understand.
HANNIBAL: 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.
(whimpering)
It's a beef roast, Kolnas.
Do you see how it feels?
(grunts)
(screams and sizzling)
Lunatic!
(screams)
Where is my daughter?
What did you do to her?
Your daughter is safe, Herr Kolnas.
I'll 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's the boat?
In the Canal l'Ourcq, west of Meux.
Where is my child?
Hello.
ASTRID: Hello.
- Hello, Astrid? - Yes.
Look at the children.
- Why? - Just do it!
(door opens)
The children are fine.
They're sleeping.
Petras?
Hello? Petras?
You tricked me.
No.
I kept my word.
I spare your life for the sake of your children.
(gasps)
(gurgling)
(crunching)
Your boyfriend...
...ate Dortlich's face.
(ship horn blows)
Jean, tie her up. I'll go astern.
(screams)
Help!
Grab it!
- Grab it! - (shouting)
Hold it!
(screaming)
(muffled scream)
No!
Hannibal!
Shot in the spine, my little Männlein.
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 color in her cheeks.
- (moans) - (grunts)
(gasps)
(straining)
(gasps)
(screams)
Where is Grentz?
If I tell you...
...will you kill me quickly?
Yes.
A village in Canada.
Near Saskatoon.
(groaning)
Stop, Hannibal.
Give him to Popil.
He ate my sister.
(laughs)
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.
(screams)
(growling)
(screaming)
(screams)
No! Hannibal stop!
Stop! Stop!
(screams)
"M" for Mischa.
(gasps and gurgles)
(strained laughing)
Stop.
Stop now.
Forgive them.
Never.
I love you.
What is left in you to love?
(screams)
(screaming)
(police radio chatter)
No, none.
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.
(dogs barking)
Hannibal.
(bell dings)
GRENTZ: Coming.
(clinking)
(dings bell)
GRENTZ: Yes?
I came to collect a head.
(whistling "Das Männlein im Walde")
(clinking)
CHILDREN: # Ein Männlein steht im Walde, ganz still und stumm #
# Es hat aus lauter Purpur ein Mäntlein um #
# Sag, wer mag das Männlein sein #
# Das da steht im Wald allein #
# Mit dem purpurroten Mäntelein #