Hannibal Season 3 Ep 6 Digestivo Review

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The episode opens with the corrupt Italian police force, led by Commendatore Benetti, busting into Sogliato’s apartment where Hannibal is sawing open Will’s head. Hannibal seems a little surprised to be suddenly inundated with police officers, but his reaction is less like he just got caught sawing open someone’s head and more like someone interrupted his dinner, which I guess is ACTUALLY THE CASE.

Hannibal reluctantly puts aside the saw and gets on his knees, while Jack identifies himself and asks for help. But “helping” is not on Benetti’s ‘To Do’ list. The officers knock Hannibal over the head, hog tie him, bag Will’s head, and decide what they’re going to do with Jack Crawford.

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They do that and get promptly shot by Chiyoh.

Meanwhile, Bennetti leaves with Hannibal and Will to go to the place all fictional characters go when they have fulfilled their purpose in the narrative. A sort of fictional Florida where characters live out their final plot arcs in the sun.

Eventually, Chiyoh wanders over to Sogliato’s apartment and asks an immobilized Jack where they’re taking Hannibal and Will.

“They are identically different, Hannibal and Will,” Jack says wisely and with great insight.

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But Jack won’t tell her where they are until she pulls out the needle in his neck, which she seems reluctant to do for some reason, considering that she has leverage in the form of a big fucking gun.

She pulls out the needle, Jack tells her to head to Muskrat Farm, and then he does the thing that I would have done somewhere around the midpoint ofAperitif. He recuses himself from the situation.

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Later, Alana and Margot are lying in bed after what must have been a good, long arts and crafts session. Margot receives a phone call while Alana looks up at the Hannibal hiding in the ceiling shadows.

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Margot worriedly tells Alana that her brother has Hannibal and Will. Alana is like, Yeah, but knowing Mason, he’ll probably need to deliver at least eight separate evil villain monologues in eight separate locations describing in great detail what he’s going to do to them and how he’s going to do it before he even starts in on the torturing part. Plus you have to factor in the time needed for at least three wardrobe changes.

Well, she does have a point. Take your time, guys!

Over at Muskrat Farm, Mason is warming up his evil monologue muscles by monologuing evilly as a truck pulls up. Will and Hannibal are hanging upside down inside.

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Okay, but Will has a pretty serious head wound here. Can someone give the guy a bandaid or something? He’s been bleeding out for the whole flight back to the US (or however they traveled across the Atlantic. I like to think they made the crossing upon the backs of Verger pigs).

Mason checks Hannibal’s fat by sticking his father’s knife in Hannibal’s back. Hannibal takes the knife in his back with great aplomb and zero fucks. Mason declares that he needs to fatten Hannibal up.

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While Will looks on in a drugged and grumpy stupor, Mason gives an evil monologue about how strong pigs are and says that Hannibal is best exotic pig that he’s ever seen.

OH SHIT. Mason just called Hannibal a fancy pig. No one calls Hannibal a fancy pig and escapes with their SPERM INTACT.

“We are going to have some good, funny times, Dr. Lecter,” Mason declares.

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Later Mason is lying in bed as if he doesn’t have a dangerous cannibal on his estate that really should be taken care of sooner rather than later. He tells Alana that Jack’s dead, but Margot strolls in and is like, Uh no he’s not. He’s still on his Luther Netflix binge, though he’s thinking about switching to The Following soon. He keeps yelling at his TV that Luther and Hardy don’t know how good they’ve got it. It’s weird.

Alana tells Mason that if he plays with his food, he gives it the opportunity to bite back.

“Oh, I’m not playing, Dr. Bloom,” Mason assures her. But, Mason, how about the good, funny times you guys had? They were so good, so funny!

But Alana points out that Hannibal is always playing.

Cue first wardrobe change. Will and Hannibal are changed into their dinner attire. Their clothes are sufficiently hideous that even I, with the fashion sense of a fancy pig, am offended by them.

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“There is an inescapable parallel between you and Jezebel, Mason,” Hannibal says as they’re rolled to the dinner table. What? Mason is also a feminist blog? “Keen Bible student that you are, you’ll recall dogs ate Jezebel’s face, along with the rest of her.” Oh, Bible reference. Sure, I knew that.

Mason tells them that Cordell will be performing the face-off because he’s apparently also really good at delicate surgical procedures.

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Mason compares Will and Hannibal to the German man who advertised for a friend and then ate him and his penis. Hannibal laughs goodnaturedly at the comparison.

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If he did, though, Tattle Crime (dot com) would totally run that ad, just saying.

“You’re going to eat him… with my face?” Will says, slowly emerging from his drug induced fog.

Can I just take a moment to point out what a brilliant character Mason Verger is? He could literally in this moment say that he wants to exact his revenge by covering Hannibal Lecter in supermarket brand peanut butter and jelly, cut off his arms and attach them to Will’s shoulders, and then force Will to slap Hannibal across the face while repeatedly saying “stop hitting yourself,” and my only reaction would be to shake my head ruefully and say, “that is just so like Mason.” Like, I’m not sure of the mechanics of that goal, but I completely believe that Mason believes he can achieve it.

But yes, Will was correct. Face-swapping and cannibalism are both on Mason’s agenda.

Mason tells Cordell to moisturize Will because he looks a little dry, while they tell Hannibal their plan for eating him slowly. Hannibal, who is an old hand at slowly dismembering and consuming a person, is frankly unimpressed at the distinct lack of man-eating snails and baked clay on the menu.

Meanwhile, as Cordell is preparing to slather Will’s face with expensive-looking lotion, Will suddenly gets bitey.

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Big mistake, Cordell. The only thing more important to Will Graham than dogs is CONSUMER LOYALTY.

But really, never in a thousand years did I think Will was going to be the food that bites back in this situation, and I’m oddly a little proud of him, but nowhere near as proud as Hannibal of course.

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Later, after another wardrobe change, Cordell brands a scantily clad Hannibal with the Verger family crest. “He fought bravely and with his own funds against the Humane Slaughter Act,” Cordell says of Mason. I love that Cordell is such a Mason stan. It gives me hope that if someone like Mason can have one fanatical devotee, then I can scrape together at least two.

Cordell fills Hannibal in on the drill by… basically repeating what Mason said at dinner? Cordell goes over some of his planned recipes. Hannibal seems to generally approve of the menu, and he agrees that he would be tasty.

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Later, after Mason muses some more about the fate of Hannibal’s genitals, he asks Margot about her relationship with Alana and whether they want children. “I’m sure you’ve had a chance to check under the hood by now. How’s the uterus, intact?” he asks. Ah, it seems that Mason is operating under the common misconception that lesbian sex includes a uterus-viewing segment.

Mason reveals that he’s already found a surrogate for Margot’s eggs, but he won’t tell Margot where she is.

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Meanwhile, no one has thought about moving Will from his spot at the dinner table, probably because they’re all afraid he’ll bite them if they get too close. Alana joins him there. Will’s not very happy to see her.

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“Almost as ugly as what Mason wants to do to us is the fact that he can do it with the tacit agreement of people sworn to uphold the law,” Will says testily. Oh snap…

But Alana reminds him that she wanted to find Hannibal. She wanted to get to him before Will could because she didn’t think he could help himself. OH SNAP…

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“What did you think would happen?” Will incredulously asks Alana about her plan.

Okay, sure, Alana’s plan is kind of iffy, but may I remind you that Will’s plan consisted of sailing alone across an ocean, making an unnecessary detour to Lithuania, getting pushed off a train, vacillating on whether or not he should stab Hannibal, failing to stab Hannibal, getting drugged by Hannibal, and getting his head almost sawed open. At least Alana’s plan got all the major players in the same country? If anything, it cut the cost of all those long-distance phone calls.

“You have to spill blood,” Will urges Alana. “Either by your own hand or someone else’s.” Uh-oh. Will has drunk the blood-flavored Kool-aid and officially gives zero fucks about who lives or dies.

Meanwhile, Margot is paying a visit to Hannibal to get his wise fatherly advice on how to utterly destroy Mason and everything he holds dear.

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Hannibal tells Margot that he’d take the blame if she killed Mason: “It would actually be more therapeutic for you to kill him yourself.” How are people still taking Hannibal’s psychiatric advice? You would think the cannibal reveal would be automatically discredit anything he had to say.

Alana wanders in mid-conversation and shoots the sole guard to death/unconsciousness. She walks up to Hannibal and says, “I was trying to save Will from you, but right now you’re the only one who can save him.”

Hannibal promises to save Will and Hannibal always keeps his promises.

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She does the thing and she and Margot leave to deal with the Mason situation. Hannibal, now free from his bondage paraphernalia, is ready to wreck shit up.

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Speaking of the dams-Will in distress, Will and Mason are prepping for their face swap in Mason’s personal surgery arena. Mason is talking about Will’s face and how nice it is, and believe you me I can totally relate to this sentiment, I really can. I just don’t understand the leap of logic that leads to wanting to wear Will’s nice face? But *shrugs* Mason logic, what can you do?

Cordell preps Will for surgery, and by “prep for surgery,” I mean “completely leave out the anesthesia part of the surgery.”

While Hannibal wreaks havoc upon every single person that looked at Will the wrong way, Margot and Alana find the surrogate. And, uh, she’s a pig.

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Also, please note that while this is extremely horrifying, this is still well within the bounds of Mason’s character. So while I was flailing around in horror, I was also shaking my head ruefully and saying, “that is just so like Mason.”

The fetus doesn’t have a heartbeat, which is heartbreaking, but also to be expected, since the surrogate is A FUCKING PIG. (I just thought I should emphasize that fact.)

There’s then an extremely bloody montage of someone’s face being removed and the fetus being removed from the pig (A FUCKING PIG, GUYS!). When Mason wakes up, he’s alone, but when he grabs a mirror he’s wearing a flesh mask. He’s suitably disturbed my this turn of events.

Meanwhile, Hannibal is carrying an unconscious Will from the Verger property, which means that Will either passed out from the pain, or Hannibal drugged him (again), or he was so overcome by emotion when Hannibal came to save him that he swooned into his manly, toned arms. I’ll leave it up to you to decide which it is.

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Chiyoh and her gun helpfully pick off goons to aid their escape because Chiyoh’s superpower is to be exactly in the right place at the right time in order to advance the plot.

Back inside, Mason is losing his supervillain cool when Alana and Margot pay him a visit. They are PISSED, but Mason is totally safe because of the whole Verger estate inheritance thing–

But Alana says, “Do you know what happens if we stimulate your prostate gland with a cattle prod?” No, I don’t– Oh God, wait. “Hannibal does.” He does?? “He helped us milk you.” Jesus Christ. I’m done.

Mason angrily brings his gun up to shoot Alana, Margot knocks his hand to the side, he shoots the eel tank below them and topples in, and Margot and Alana hold him down until he drowns, while his pet eel sees an opportunity and FUCKING TAKES IT.

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Some undisclosed amount of time later, Hannibal and Will are at Will’s house. He goes out to chat with Chiyoh, who has given up her quest to cage Hannibal. We learn that her hunt was motivated by Mischa, whom Hannibal ate, BUT TECHNICALLY DIDN’T KILL HER.

“The most stable elements, Chiyoh, appear in the middle of the periodic table, roughly between iron and silver,” Hannibal says. “Between iron and silver. I think that’s appropriate for you.” But what about the noble gases?? I guess it’s not really flattering to tell someone they’re between neon and helium.

Also, can someone tell me what the least stable elements are? I’m only asking because I want to know where to mentally place Will Graham on the periodic table. Thank.

Hannibal soon joins Will inside, where Will is just getting up from his slumber. You know some emotional shit is about to go down because the music from the end of Mizumono is playing.

“Do we talk about teacups and time and the rules of disorder?” Hannibal asks. This is Hannibal, so it’s never NOT appropriate to talk about any of those three topics, but Will is apparently tired of them.

“The teacup’s broken. it’s never going to gather itself back together again,” he says.

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“Not even in your mind? Your memory palace is building. It’s full of new things. It shares some rooms with my own,” Hannibal says. “I’ve discovered you there, victorious.”

Wait, Hannibal and Will are currently co-owning parts of their memory palaces? Ooph, this is gonna be awkward when they have to divide up their possessions after the messy divorce. At least Abigail’s no longer in the picture.

“I miss my dogs,” Will tells Hannibal. “I’m not going to miss you. I’m not going to find you. I’m not going to look for you. I don’t want to know where you are or what you do. I don’t want to think about you anymore.”

Wow, I’ve never seen to many negatives in one statement. Can’t we just focus on the positives? Remember that time Hannibal made Will soup? And that other time that happened? Wait, never mind. How about that time Hannibal watched Will’s dogs and fed them human meat? And also that other time that happened? Okay, maybe not then.

“You delight in wickedness and then berate yourself for the delight,” Hannibal says.

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“You delight. i tolerate. I don’t have your appetite. Goodbye, Hannibal.” Ouch, Will. Ending things on cannibal wordplay of all things.

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After having that truth bomb dropped on his head, Hannibal gets up without a word, leaves, and mopes around in the woods outside until the FBI shows up. Speaking of which, later that night the FBI shows up to the party the only way they know how, late as fuck. Jack is leading the pack.

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Will tells Jack Hannibal is gone, but Hannibal reveals himself at that moment and surrenders. “I want you to know exactly where I am and where you can always find me,” Hannibal tells Jack, with a pointed glance at Will.

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Finally, Chiyoh, who is supervising these events from a distance, walks away and disappears into the snow to join Commendatore Benetti in Florida.

Episode rating:

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Finally, I wish I could say that part of my preparation for writing this recap didn’t include watching this clip five times in a row, but that would be A LIE.

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