(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)