"Hide!" "Quickly!" "Ru away." "Back." "This way." "Quick, this way." "Quickly, come o." "Dow to the lake." " M for Mischa." " Mischa." "Come o!" "Come o, let's go!" "Come o, Lothar." " Hurry ow." "Give me the bathtub." " Yes, sir." "Haibal, Mischa, where have you bee?" "Hurry ow." "Quickly!" "Haibal!" "Come here." "Come o..." "Darlig, the cart is packed." "Everythig is ready." "Hurry up." "Come o, come o." "Come o, old boy." "Come o." "Hey..." "Coloel Timka says the fightig will be close to the roads." "It ca't last more tha a few days." "We'll be safe at the Lodge." "Come o, we're almost there." "No, o, o, o, o." "The bath has to be for the dirty clothes." "Yes, Madam." "I you come." "Let's see if our toys are still there." " Had me the bath." " I'll take care of that, sir." "No, o, it's fie." "But let's hurry." "Cook will have fiished packig the kitche by the time you get back." "Mischa." "Haibal, give them here." "Mama's pearls." "Blow." "Pearls before swie?" "Mischa, blow." "Shut up!" "Shut up!" "The Major's here." "You are a Jew." "How could I eat your cookig?" "Dispose of him." "How do you deal with locals, beig locals yourself?" "You say you wat to be SS, let's see you ear it." "Kill the Jew." "Brig me the peasat." "Move!" "Move!" "Move, you fat fuckig jew." "Move!" "Move!" " Are you a gypsy?" " No, sir." "Are you a Jew?" "No, sir." "Good job!" "Why do't you show us your dick?" "Major!" "Russia taks movig west!" "Put all their food o the trucks." "Move it!" "What's that?" " It's a tak, a Russia tak." " Get away from the widow!" "Lothar!" "Russias!" "Everybody out of the house!" "We oly wat water." "The childre ca stay i the warm." " Get them iside." " Go, Haibal." "Look after Mischa." "Start the pump." "Wait here." "Mama!" "Mama!" " How much loger with the pump?" " A few miutes." " Stuka!" "Stuka!" " Shoot!" "Shoot!" "Stay dow!" "Papa!" "Papa!" "Mischa!" "Haibal!" "Mama!" "Mama!" "Mama!" "Haibal!" "No!" "No" "Mischa!" "Mischa!" "Mischa, go back." " Go back, Mischa!" " Mama!" "No, Mischa, go back!" "Hurry!" "Hurry!" "Come o, Gretz." "Kolas, come o." "Hurry!" "Come o!" "Get i the back." "Put it i the back." "Start the egie." "Start the egie." "I told you, Grutas, we're goig to die." "Relax." "We're gettig rich." "I. I, i, i." "Go." "Grutas, is't that the SS Major?" "Major." "Kill a few gypsies, you said." "Kill a few Jews, ad we'll make you SS." "If you had kept your word..." "I would be sayig 'yes, sir' to you ow." "But ow, I am i busiess for myself." " Russias!" " The Russias." "Move!" "Go, go, go, go." "Hurry!" "The Commissar has ordered that all soldiers found looting are to be executed," "They're shootig looters." "Stop ad black out." "Come o!" " Put it dow." " Drop it ow, you little fuck." "Put it dow!" "Or we shoot her." " Give me that." " Get the radio, Kolas." " Milko, check the kitche." " Fuck you!" "I wat Mama." "We're lucky, oly kids." "If a patrol comes by we saved them ad their family's stuff." "Gretz, check the door..." "Pot Watcher..." "Check upstairs." "Fid some food." "...oly rotte potatoes." " Find something, 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 foud some thig uder Russia frequecy." "Road blocks." "Every five kilometres from here to Vilius." "So... we are stuck for ow." " Did you get somethig?" " It's freezig out there." "Ope it." "You thik these are peppercors?" "These are froze maggots." "This was rotte before it froze." "I'll put this i your head." "Stop it, Grutas." "The boy is Haibal Lecter." "Ad the little girl is Mischa." "We eat or die." "Let's hear you, Little Master." " He's mute." " He's ot mute at ight." "He ca scream well eough ad he'll sig." "This is ot your father's house ay more." "It's the People's Orphaage." "...ad you're just oe more orpha." "Lecter!" "I'll see you i my office." "Haibal, you do ot hoour the huma peckig order." "You're always hurtig the bullies." "I kow." "This was your Mother's room." "It must be difficult for you to live i this house." "Go to bed." "Go to bed!" "Everythig 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 ad asty life." "Lecter!" "He's ot here." "This way!" "Who's there?" "Some help you are." "Shoo!" "Go!" " What is it, Serge?" " A boy, Madame." "He has pictures of you ad your husbad." "Your Ucle would have loved to see you, Haibal." "It has bee almost a year sice he died." "Oly you ad I are left ow." "Mischa!" "Mischa!" "Mischa!" "Mischa!" "Mischa!" "Mischa." "Mischa!" "Mischa." "Haibal!" "Mischa!" "Haibal, Haibal!" "Wake up!" "It's all right." "It's all right." "Whe you sleep do you remember?" "Do you remember what happeed to Mischa?" "You look like your ucle, Haibal." "Would you like to try?" "Use this." "Haibal!" "Speak to me." "Thak you." "Haibal!" "Here is where I pray to my acestors for stregth, for courage." "I have the hoour oly o my acestor'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 eemies." "There are more suitable parchmets that will iterest you." "Be getle, Haibal..." "ad be brave ...like your father." "Ad like him." "You must be ready for aythig." "Come!" "Agai." "Agai." "Good... agai!" "Hey, Japoese." "Hey, Japoese." "Mosieur... please." " Is that all Madame?" " Yes." "Hey, Japoese, tell me the truth does your pussy ru crossways?" "With a puff of straight hairs like a little explosio?" "Haibal!" "Do't move." "If you've pissed i my fuel tak, I'll twist your head off." "Paul Momud, the butcher." "You owe a certai lady a apology." "Apologise to La Japoaise?" "Boy, you must be crazy to come here, I'll throw you i the river or maybe I'll slit your pats ad give you somethig you do't wat ...where you do't wat it." "You iquired about her... pussy." "You speculated it ra which way?" "Jap pussy rus crossways..." "You should fuck that little Jap ad see for yourself, huh?" "Crossways like that?" "Or more tagetial to the spie?" "Do you see how your mouth stais the air?" "I should add that to my drawig." "Would you like to see it?" "Yum!" "Wait for me." "This woud was made with a sigle blow." "Ah, Ispector Popil, I'm very happy you could come." "You wo't remember me but I was with the..." "Of course, you delivered De Rais to Nuremberg ad sat behid him." " I saw you brig the evidece." "It's a hoour, sir." " What do we have here?" " Paul Momud, or most of him." "You have his dossier." "Yes." "Fat ad ugly." "He shipped Jews from Marseille." "He fought recetly." "Ad ofte." "Last Saturday ight i a bar fight." "He had may eemies." "A list, please." "His recet oppoets." " You've doe othig to this body?" " Oh, o, o, o, Mosieur." " The Chief specifically..." " The odour it er... it's ot of aythig 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 may creatures." "Whe carvig at the table you give oe cheek to Madame..." " the other to the guest of hoour." " Did you hear?" "They have't foud the butcher's damed ugly head yet." "Good eveig, my lady." "I hope you do't mid." "I would have used a butcher's kife, but the sword seemed so appropriate." "Not a ick i the blade, I promise you." "The butcher was like butter." "You did't eed to do this for me." "Rudeess is epidemic, my Lady." "Police." "They will call it murder." "At worst, a crime of passio." "Wash your hads, quickly." "Go!" " Ispector Pop-il?" " Popil, Madame." "Haibal Lecter?" "Good eveig." "You fought with the butcher Paul Momud i the market." "Now he is dead." "I must ask you to come alog with me." "Is your ame Haibal Lecter?" "Yes." "Do you have ay guilty kowledge of the death of Paul Momud?" " Guilty kowledge?" " Limit your resposes to yes or o." "No." "It's vailla." "He reacts to othig." "It's mostrous." "The butcher had bee fishig." "There was blood ad scales o his kife, but o fish." "The tape tells you all that?" "Remarkable." "No." "The Chef told me you bought a spledid fish i for dier." " Where did you get that fish?" " By fishig, Ispector." "We keep a baited lie i the water behid the boathouse." "I'll show you if you like." "My speciality is war crimes." "Ad I kow they do ot ed with the war." "You lost your etire family." "So did I." "But for you, your beautiful Aut came ad made up for it all." "The very scet of her must have take away the smell of the camp." "So, whe Paul the butcher spewed filth at her..." "I ca uderstad if you killed him." "Tell me what happeed, Haibal." "Together we could show a court..." "The very scet of her takes away the smell of the camp?" "Do you compose verse, Ispector ad keep it uder your pillow?" "Now tell me, Ispector." "Did you choose war crimes..." " because you lost family i the war?" " Yes." "How?" "Some i combat, some were shipped east." "Did you catch who did it?" "No." "But they were Vichy, me like the butcher?" "Yes." "The we are both suspects." "I ca say you were fishig with me, if you like?" "Ispector, you should see this." "I told you, lead these people away." " That is the butcher?" " Yes, sir." " How log?" " Te miutes, o loger." "Father..." "Mother..." "I'm the yougest studet they've ever admitted ito Medical School." "It's a work scholarship." "I thik 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," "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 iteded to eat Isaac?" "That's why he told Abraham to kill him." "Eat him?" "Of course ot." "The Agel itervees i time." "Not always." "I have to kow about Mischa." "I ca see their faces i my dreams... but I ca't remember what they called each other with their bloody mouths." "I would give aythig to remember." "Haibal... memory is a kife, it ca hurt you." "I wat to stay here with you." "No." "You must stay at school." "Louis, I eed you to remember..." "Who told the Nazis where the childre were hidde?" "You must remember." "I ca't bear to thik about it." "This will help you remember." "Haibal Lecter?" "What are you doig here?" "The body." "I'm a medical studet ow." "Yes, I kow." "I followed your progress." "You repeat othig you hear i this room." "Please, Louis." "Klaus Barbie shipped the childre to Auschwitz." "Who told him where the childre were hidde?" "Did you tell him?" "Whe they broke my figers I gave them Pardou." "Pardou kew where the childre were hidde." "He's Mayor of Belleville ow." " Thak you, Louis." " Ispector?" "Where were the police?" "No, o, o." "No, o, please, please." "You kew at oce what Louis wated, did't you?" "His crucifix to remai with his brai, ot his heart." "He aswered your questio, but you did't aswer his." "Where were the police whe the Nazis threw the childre ito the trucks?" "Hannibal!" "Come ad play." "Oe little cheek... two little cheeks." "Cough." "She has peumoia." "Let's take her." "She's goig to die, ayway." "Haibal!" "Come o!" " Get out!" " Grutas, wait!" "The dog tags." "Come o!" "Pot Watcher, hurry!" "Passport." " Studet?" " Yes." "You eed a ew photograph." "Night report." "Etry visas for Kauas." "Lecter..." "The Lodge." "Kolas." "Grutas." "Mischa." "Herr Dortlich." "O behalf of myself ad my late family..." "I thak you for comig." "Do you remember the bathtub bubblig o the stove?" "She was dead ayway, I swear it, she was." "So much mayoaise, Herr Dortlich." "Where are the others?" "I do't kow." "Yes, I kow where oe of them is." "Gretz, I kow Gretz." " Gretz?" " I Caada." "He got out o the refugee boat from Bremerhave." " What did he look like?" " Swarthy." "They would't have let him i the SS." "Oh yes, of course." "He was the oe that always provided the bowl." "What about Milko?" "All dead." "They're all dead i the war." "I remember his sigig." "Ad ow your leader, Grutas?" "I do't kow, I do't kow, I do't kow." "I do't kow." "Please, please let me go ad I will testify agaist Gretz." "Do you remember 'Das Malei im Walde', Herr Dortlich?" "Mischa loved that sog." "Let's sig for Mischa." "You're ot sigig." "Sig for slack, Herr Dortlich." "It's Kolas!" "Kolas deals with him!" "Kolas deals with him." "Ad where is Kolas?" "Fotaiebleau!" "'Purpurrote Matelei', ideed." "He picked some wild mushrooms..." "ad made a brochette." "Mushrooms ad cheeks." "Where have you bee?" "You smell of smoke ad blood." "Where did you go?" "I foud them." "The me who killed Mischa." "I have their ames." "They're here i Frace." "Where?" "Fotaiebleau." "Ortolas." "He ets them o their way to Africa ad serves them for luch." "They're like us." "They smell the others cookig ad still they try to sig." "Kolas is usig the ame of 'Kleber'." "It's o the licece." "Mosieur Kleber residig Rue Juliaa." "Good Morig, how are you?" "Oh, look... here he is." "Come by o his way to church to check the till." "How eat he is ad plump, this war crimial." "Do you kow that sog?" "Where is Natalya?" "Where is she?" "Always waderig off." "Natalya, come, come." "We have to go to church." "Haibal, he has childre." "She's wearig Mischa's bracelet." "Choose your offerig for the Church." "Good, put it i your pocket." "Ah, the shiy oe." "Put it safe i..." "What is it?" " Good eveig." " They're waitig for you, dow below." "I called my Soviet frieds." "Dortlich's dog tag was i his mouth." "That meas that he has all of our dog tags ad the pot watcher's ivetory." " No, o, o." "Dortlich searched those ruis before." "Grutas told him to do it." "Poked aroud with his picic fork, the lazy bastard." "Where is he?" "Where is he?" "This poiso little boy who killed Dortlich?" "He's a Paris schoolboy." "They say that there is a passport photograph but they do't have it yet." "What's his ame?" "Haibal Lecter." "You kow him?" "So do you." "We we had dier with him durig the war." "Go back to your restaurat, Kolas." "Hey!" "Brig me a covered dish ext time." "Where the hell is Dieter?" "Dieter!" "You bruise their face, you split their lip, the moey goes dow." "Come here." "Ad that oe." "That oe is mie for ow." "Milko, I wat you to go to Paris." "Kolas foud me a Bosedorfer piao." "The best." "Oh, ad... fid the boy." "Lecter..." "you kow what to do with him." "Thaks." "Ispector Popil..." "please come i." "This is ot a social call." " Where is he?" " I do't kow." "At medical school, I thik." "Did you ever see this ma?" "No." "His ame is Dortlich." "He's a War Crimial." "He was foud ear the castle Haibal came from." "Dortlich had some ugly frieds, I wat to kow where they are." "Haibal may kow." "Do't cut yourself." "I kow about you..." "I kow you lost your family everythig, whe the bomb fell o Hiroshima." "Yes." "Ad you protect Haibal because he lost everythig too?" "That is your bod with him?" "Do you see your family, i your dreams, Ispector?" "Yes." "So do I... so does he." "If your pet sake strikes i Frace..." "I will have to seize him." "He will die uder the guillotie." "Sorry." "It was who set you to kill me." "No, ot to kill you." "To give you moey." "Let me give it to you." "No!" "No!" "No!" "You killed so may, Milko." "May more tha these." "Do you feel them i the tak aroud you?" "We ate her..." "We ate her to live." "Grutas was very quick, she felt othig." "So, Grutas has a house?" "Where?" "I have difficulty hearig you." "He has a house?" "Alright." "Alright..." "Milly-la-Foret." "No!" "No!" "She felt othig!" "No!" "No!" "No!" "Please." "Oh!" "Ispector Popil." "What a surprise." "Foud i your room." "If you kill i Frace..." "I will see your head i a bucket." "Do you mid if I work while we talk?" "You killed Dortlich i the woods where your family died." "His face had bee eate." "I would suspect the raves." "Raves who made a shish kebab?" "Caibalism." "It happeed o the Easter Frot." "But you kow that, do't you?" "You were there." "This is ot the face of your subject." "This is the face of Vladis Grutas, like the pictures i your room." "Did you kill him too?" " No, I did't." " Have you foud him?" "If I foud him..." "I give you my word, I would brig him to your attetio." "Do't fool with me." "Did you kow he sawed off the head of the Rabbi at Kauas?" "He shot gypsy childre i the woods." "He walked free at Nuremburg because a witess got acid poured dow her throat." "I will eed your depositio." "Come with me." "Let's begi." "Put it dow 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," "Hold it still." "Hold it still." "Mischa!" " Hold it still." " Not i here, boss." "Not i here." "Haibal!" "I promised Mischa." "Promised to make them pay a poud of flesh?" "To pay ski for ski?" "If they'd killed you, who would puish them the?" "The aswer is me." "I will." "If you swear to share what you kow with me, the I will let you go." "I swear." "Jacques?" "He kows somethig." "He'll lead us to Grutas the we'll arrest him." "The court has to declare him lsae ad i a asylum the doctors ca study him ad fid out what he is." "The little boy, Hannibal, died in 1944 out in that snow," "His heart died with Mischa," "What he is ow..." "there is o word for it except moster." "Give these me to the police." "It's Kolas's childre, is't it?" "No." "Promise me." "Hannibal!" "I ca't." "I ca't, I already promised Mischa." " No word from Milko?" " No." "Come o, close the gate." "Do't worry, I wo't hit you agai." "I like you ow." "Maybe I'll fix your teeth." "I wat to steam." "Tur it up." "I am glad you're here." "I always felt I owed you somethig." "I thought you would be bigger." "I put your face o every bully I ever hurt." "Kill him!" "Aswer 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 ad I would ever apologise to you." "Cut him!" "Wait!" "Look at me!" "Ad it wo't hurt so much." "Bitch!" "Get him!" "Go!" " Call Kolas!" " Okay." "To continue our conversation," "Do you wish to see Lady Murasaki alive?" "Yes." "Liste to her." "Speak to your little fuck boy!" "Liste, liste carefully..." "I offer you a life for a life," "Bring me everything you have," "The dog tags, Pot Watcher's little ivetory, every fuckig thig." " Where?" " Kilometre 36, ...o the way to Trilbardou there is a telephoe kiosk." "Be there at surise ad wait for a call." "If you are not there," "I will sed her cheeks i the mail." "A life for a life." " Ready to sail, sir." " Come o!" "I'm sorry your room is't quite ready yet." "I'll cotact room service." "Please." "Eva!" "Clea up the treatmet room." "Our old guests are leavig." "We have a ew oe checkig i." "Get out!" "Good eveig, Herr Kolas." "You drik better wie tha you serve." "I'm callig the police." "May I get them for you?" "What did I do to you?" "Aside from eatig my sister?" "Nothig." "Are you wearig your dog tag, Herr Kolas?" "May people look like me." "Are you sure you have the right perso?" "I was slave labour for the Nazis i the war." "I lost family too, I uderstad." "Well, to improve your uderstadig, I wet by your home o the Rue Juliaa." "I went into the children's room," ", with the sleeping child," "Ad..." "I picked up somethig for your offal." "It's a beef roast, Kolas." "Do you see how it feels?" "Where is she?" "Where is my daughter?" "What did you do to her?" "Your daughter is safe, Herr Kolas." "I will give her back to you whe you give me Lady Murasaki." "If I do that, I am a dead ma." "No." "Grutas will be arrested." "I wo't remember your face." "Help me..." "or I'll leave the child to starve." "Where is Lady Murasaki?" "Grutas has a house boat." "A caal boat." "He moves aroud." "Where is the boat?" "I the caal I'Ourcq, west of Meaux." "Where is my child?" " Hello?" " Hello?" " Hello, Astrid?" " Yes?" "Look at the childre." "Look at the children," " Why?" " Just do it!" "The childre are fie." "They're sleeping," "Petras, Hello?" "Petras?" " You tricked me." " No." "I kept my word." "I will spare your life for the sake of your childre." "Your boyfried... ate Dortlich's face" "Jea, tie her up." "I'll go aster." "Help!" " Jea?" " Help me!" "Grab it... grab it!" "Hold it." "No!" "Help!" "No!" "No!" "Haibal." "Shot i the spie, my little Malei." "Ca't feel your legs?" "Too bad." "You wo't feel it whe I cut off your balls." "A preset for you." "A velvet bag." "Ca you see?" "Good." "Look at this." "I ca put some colour i her cheeks." "Come o." "Where is Gretz?" "If I tell you..." "will you kill me quickly?" "Yes." "A village i Caada ear Saskatoo." "Stop Haibal." "Give him to Popil." "He ate my sister." "So did you... you ate her too." "So why do't you kill yourself?" " No." " Pot Watcher fed her to you i a broth." " Liar." " You have to kill everyoe who kows it do't you?" "You ate her... , half conscious," "Your little lips greedy around the spoon," "No!" "Haibal, stop." "M for Mischa." "Stop." "Stop ow." "Forgive them." "Never." "I love you." "What is left i you to love?" "Fid me the Captai." "I came as soo as I heard." "Where is Haibal?" "Come o." "Haibal!" " Call the fire brigade!" " Yes, Ispector." "Take some me, get dow there." "Haibal." "Comig." "Yes?" "I came to collect a head."