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!
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, Hannibal.
It has been almost a year
since he died.
Only you and I are left now.
Mischa! Mischa!
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 honor
only on my ancestor's birthday...
...to polish his armor
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.
Again.
Good... again!
Hey, Japonese.
Hey, Japonese.
Monsieur... please.
- Is that all Madame?
- Yes.
Hey, Japonese, tell me the truth...
...does your pussy run crossways?
With a puff of straight hairs
like a little explosion?
Hannibal!
Don't move.
If you've pissed in my fuel tank,
I'll twist your head off.
Paul Momund, the butcher.
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 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?
Or more tangential to the spine?
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.
This wound 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 Nuremberg...
- ...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 in 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.
- The Chief specifically...
- The odor it er...
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.
Good evening, my lady.
I hope you don't mind.
I would have 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.
Police.
They will call it murder.
At worst, a crime of passion.
Wash your hands, quickly. Go!
- Inspector Pop-il?
- Popil, Madame.
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