Dreadful truth
Will opened the door and Alana Bloom stood in front of him. "I didn't come to the visit," Alana said a starter. "Why then do you come?" Will asked. "I'm trying to convince myself something," Alana said. "You're afraid that I killed Freddie Lounds"
"Did you?"
"What do you think?"
"I think that's the wrong answer to the person who already suspects another"
"I told everybody that Hannibal is a murderer. And no one believed me. Just as no one would believe you if you say that I'm a murderer"
"Hannibal isn't good for you. Your relationship is destructive"
"You should be afraid," Will replied. "I want to give you something," Will went back inside and came handgun in hand. He handed it to Alana's palm. "Who ever then you afraid of, don't be afraid to use this. It will take a 9 mm bullets. Buy a box. Find a shooting range. Train," Will said, and Alana took the gun against. Then Will came back inside.
Margot Verger was bound to catch the saddle of her horse in the mansion's garage. "Good morning!" The man exclaimed and walked over to Margot. The man grabbed the rough treatment caught Margot's braid and kissed her on the cheek. Then he freed the girl. "Horse riding is right for you. It gives color to your face," the man said, and Margot turned to her brother. "You're glowing. Really," Mason Verger gesticulating with his hands. "It's cold outside," Margot said. "You yourself are often cold, Margot," Mason blurt and looked through the spectacles sister. "I was lying in bed and wrote, as a deaf Beethoven. I realized that a family that boosts the cattle, grow very little for anything else. I'm worried about the next generation of Verger. Are you?"
"I'm just trying to cope with this generation," Margot replied briefly.
Mason chuckled. "The meat industry is a people-oriented sector. Father understood it better than anyone. Except, of course I do," Mason said, and Margot looked bored. "Dad didn't take me to school for weeks to teach me all the essentials herds and slaughterhouses. I have to share this property with little Verger"
"Little Verger?"
"You don't want an heir, Margot? I want a little Verger. Our own child. I would love a son. He would be yours heirs. Margot aunt," Margot looked at her brother for a long time. "It seems to me that we need a child in order to be closer"
"It may be," Margot rocked his head and turned to continue her job.
"As I said before: you glowing. Your cheeks reddened. You absolutely radiant," Mason grabbed the sister's hair and pulled her towards himself. "What is your secret?"
"Be quiet, Tiernan," I said and tried to focus. I looked at in more detail in the notes. "You're acting like you to be brainwashed," Tiernan tilted his head. I turned immediately to my head in his direction. "What did you say?"
"Like you would be brainwashed," Tiernan repeated. I looked at him for a long time. Then I looked at the ground and my hands dropped the papers on the table. I could see a strobe clutter in front of me. The needle pricked my arm. Dr. Lecter talking about something before I fell asleep. "Oh my God ...", horrified. I noticed Tiernan looking at me questioningly. I lifted the left-hand sleeve, and I did not see a trace sting in my arm. I didn't see at all in the right arm trace sting. Then I left research room quickly and walk towards Jack's office.
Margot drove far away. The trunk he had a pile of suitcases. He wanted to get away from her brother. Then the surprise came from the intersection in the left direction. Car crashed into a car on the side and Margot head hit the steering wheel. After a while she raised her head. The man walked to the car.
Alana Bloom stood in the graveyard farther from the coffin and other people. He noticed Will's stood her side. "I came here to mourn Freddie Lounds. I don't think you're here because that, "Alana said. "This is where my arrival may be several reasons for this. Murderers often become victims at after death. At the funeral. Returning to the crime scene, "Will replied.
"Do you see anyone suspicious?" Alana turned to look at Will.
"For my own besides?"
"It included the question"
"You waited me"
"Murderers are often victims at after death," Alana turned his gaze forward.
"I didn't come here to dance Freddie Lounds' grave"
"You don't become search of her murderer. The visitors didn't seem of interest to you"
"Did you profiles me, Dr. Bloom?" Will turned to look at Alana, but Alana didn't respond.
"I came here because the psychiatrist said that it could be therapeutic," Will said.
Margot lay in the bed. Her face was scratched crash aftermath. "Poor Margot. You just can't win," her brother said behind her. "I have to overcome this temptation," Mason moved to look directly at him sister's face. "They find that you lady part is something wrong, Margot. Or so, at least the documents reads," Mason said, and Margot fell out of the corner of the eye with tears. "The doctor tells me that it's better that all removed. I'm afraid that you don't spend Mother's Day with anyone else than with me," Mason said, and kissed him sister's forehead. Tears flowed Margot eyes, until she was anesthetized.
Jack looked at me for a long time. "I'm not losing my mind, if you mean it," I said to him. Jack looked at me now, under his brows. "That sounds absurd"
"I found the evidence, Jack! Will blame Hannibal and I found evidence of his house and after he drugged me to forget it all what I found"
"Chesapeake Ripper no longer exists," Jack said. "I've found that to work is overloaded you. Maybe you should ask the therapy Dr. Lecter"
"No way!" I exclaimed.
"You wanted to talk to me, Jack," I heard Hannibal's voice behind me. I turned and he was standing at the door. I don't know if he had listened to the my debate with Jack assert or he was obliged just now. I tried to behave normally. I turned my gaze to Jack, because I couldn't look at Hannibal right now. My expression would tell him right away that I remember everything about that night. "Am I interrupting badly?" Hannibal asked. "Not at all, Dr. Lecter," Jack replied, glancing at me. "Think about what I said, Jack," I said in a neutral voice and walked over Hannibal's study.
I traveled Academy of storage and closed the door. I opened the computer, and I started to look on the shelves of archives. I found the surname of the folder and grabbed hold of it. I moved with it to the computer and opened the internet. Googled my brother's name and I started to read the numerous disappeared, murdered, suicide - texts. Then I looked next to me in the paper, which was the report of my brother's death. I read it once through. I read the next online Freddie Lounds' twisting the news. The FBI's most accurate shooter's agent brother committed suicide, untie his feet.
It was a title that was full of lies. Familiar Lounds' talk. I looked at the report again. Then I was reminded of the first appointments of Hannibal a couple of years ago.
I Seat in the Dr. Lecter's waiting room. The door opened and I got up. Shake of the hand as soon as the office-come males. "Dr. Lecter. I'm ..."
"This is a private exit to my patients," the second man said behind the man who I was just shaked. "Sorry," I chuckled and pulled out my badge. "FBI agent Natalie Pierce. May I come in?" Dr. Lecter looked at my badge. "You can expect the waiting room. Franklyn, see you next week," Lecter said to his patient and guard a little bit of the way. "If this is related to him," Lecter looked at his patient and then me. "No, this applies to you," I replied.
The door opened. "Come in," Dr. Lecter asked, and I walked in to the office. "Can I ask how does this relate to me?" Lecter asked when closed the door. "First, I have to ask you a few questions," I turned toward the doctor. Lecter nodded with a smile. "Are you waiting for the next patient?" I asked. "No. We are alone," Lecter said. "Good," I said, and I go forward toward the desktop. I noticed in the drawings. "Are these your drawings?" I asked. "The first," Lecter said stood my side. "Astonishing details," I boasted. "The knife is better than sharpener" Lecter said. "That's why you got for practicing the Johns Hopkins" I said, looking at him and went on. "I begin to feel that you study my case, Agent Pierce"
"Yes. Alana Bloom sent me here," I chuckled. "From Georgetown Psychology"
"Psychology Enterprises are full of incomplete personalities. Dr. Bloom is an exception"
"Yes," I answered may turn again to him. Dr. Lecter looked at me than he already know me. "Agent Jack Crawford wants your help in psychological profiling"
I took the folder, the next paper, which was my personal information. Hannibal had a first meeting looked me such as would known me. My brother was already dead.
"What if we begin from when your brother died" Hannibal said.
"How did you know that my brother is dead?"
"Your listing reads"
I looked at my personal data in more detail. I didn't find there any information about my brother's death. Foot was cut surgically from him. Hannibal was a surgeon. My brother has a psychiatrist. Hannibal keeps the kitchen downstairs to human organs. I got into the match. I had studied the case and the ruling shocked me. My brother's murderer lived in front of my eyes. I heard someone speaking to me. Will stood in the doorway. I looked at him in horror. "I figured out. Hannibal Lecter killed my brother and took his feet"
"Lucidity moment may be the world's most terrifying thing. What are you planning?" Alana asked, standing Jack's office. "I'm not sure what you're talking about, Dr. Bloom," Jack said while sitting behind the desk. "I don't think that you know," Alana said, and sat down opposite Jack. "You don't fool me, Jack"
"I'm not trying to trick you"
"You're lying. You all are lying," Alana said.
"What do you believe is going on?"
"What do I believe? What do you believe? Do you believe that Will killed Freddie Lounds?"
"I don't"
"Do you believe that Chilton was Ripper?"
"The evidence was ..."
"Stop lying, Jack! Do you believe moving the pieces to very cleverly"
"What has changed, Alana?"
"I no longer feel confident that I know Hannibal Lecter. You also don't know him, though you think knows. You also will not know Will or Natalie. You going to lose again, Jack! Unless you have already lost," Jack was silent for a moment. "I want you to come with me," he stood up and Alana went after him. They went to the room where the woman stood up. "How's my funeral?" Freddie Lounds asked Alana, who was shocked.
I opened Lecter's office door and I stepped inside. I closed the door behind me. Hannibal sat at his desk writing. "Hey, Natalie," he said rised his eyes on me. I stopped a little way through the door. "You killed all those people, of which Will accused," said neutral. "Yes," Hannibal said, and he wasn't surprised at all. "You managed to do well enough," I walked closer. "Have you told Jack Crawford?" He asked.
"No" I said after a while.
"Why not?"
"Because I was hoping that it wouldn't be true"
Hannibal nodded his head, and put the pen on the table. He stood up. "Now you know the truth"
"Do I?" I asked in disbelief.
"All you know about that night is true, except for the final," Hannibal walked closer. "You think I'm guilty of murder, but I was only involved in them." He said and I walked to the large window to the foreground. "No one else is no more a killer than you" Hannibal said, and I heard him following me. "I'm not a murderer!" I exclaimed, looking at him. "Then who?" He asked, and I turned my gaze back to the window. "If you tell Jack, you destroy my future," Hannibal said. I didn't answer. "Do I need to call my lawyer?" He asked. Yes. I looked up at him and he looked at me. I rolled my head. "No one should know this," Hannibal said, and I turned my eyes to the window. He pressed him palms on my shoulder. "We doing right," he said. I noticed one thing. Hannibal didn't know it, that I remember absolutely everything about that night, what he did to me. He tried to manipulate me and thought he had obtained it. He killed my brother. I must begin a life-threatening game, starting with the fact that I kill Hannibal Lecter.
