on my Uncle's estate...
have finally forced the sale
of the Chateau.
Lady Murasaki will leave
for Paris with me.
Her residency in France
is now under threat.
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 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?
Where were the police?
No, no, no. No, no, please, please.
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?
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.
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.
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 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 was 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. I don't know.
Please, please let me go
and I will testify against Grentz.
Do you remember
'Das Mannlein im Walde', Herr Dortlich?
Mischa loved that song.
Let's sing for Mischa.
You're not singing.
Sing for slack, Herr Dortlich.
It's Kolnas!
Kolnas deals with him!
Kolnas deals with him.
And where is Kolnas?
Fontainebleau!
'Purpurroten Mantelein', 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?
I found 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 license.
Monsieur Kleber residing
Rue Juliana.
Good 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...