Ok so…last week I made some vague murmuring noises about
how excited I am for the Hannibal season (series? :c) finale because, despite
everything we’ve seen so far and in some ways because of it, I can finally see the light at the end of the
tunnel, and it is so much more hopeful than
I ever thought it would be after Mizumono. So naturally one of my nonnies asked
me to spill the details and share with you all my great Hannibal Endgame
*Cue nervous sweating*
Graham soaking through his T-shirts and bedsheets sweating*
Here’s the honest truth, nonnie—when you asked me that last
week, it really took me aback. Because I hadn’t realized until that moment that
anybody was actually listening to my
vague happy murmuring noises. And omg, now that person was asking me to translate
those noises into actual words?
In a word, nonnie, I was fucked.
Because right at that moment, I didn’t have actual words for it just yet.
Just a vague, overwhelming, cathartic sense of, ‘Ah yes, this show. This wonderful ship we
call hannigram, so full of light and hope and love.’ Even in its darkest,
most horrific, most tragic moments, I was watching one of the most beautiful
love stories I had ever witnessed on screen and it was breathtaking.
I had a huge, stupid grin on my face during everything
leading up to (and yes, even including) the head-cutting-open scene in Dolce,
ecstatic and full of delight.
I held my hand over my mouth during the ‘breakup’ scene in
Digestivo. While many hearts, I’m told, were breaking while watching that
scene, mine flew.
Finally, I thought
to myself. We’re getting somewhere.
They’re finally communicating. They’re finally being honest
and direct with each other.
Ok, so there are setbacks. Namely, Will trying to throw up
all those barriers again that Hannibal tore down before, trying to keep their lines from blurring again.
We all know that’s not going to hold for long. We can
already see the cracks forming in the walls. “You are family, Will.” We are nakama.
Of course, as has been mentioned before, the first half of
this season was about Hannibal attaining the perfect life that he should have
always wanted, only to find that it’s empty without Will. It only makes
logical, poetic sense that the second half should be the same for Will—gradually
realizing that the life he built for himself with Molly and Walter is not the
one he wants either. (Am I happy with Will for dragging this lovely woman and
her son into his mess of a life, and under essentially false pretenses no less?
No. I am not. That’s a whole ’nother conversation, however, and not really
relevant to the topic at hand. Will and Hannibal are pretty much bad news for
anyone except each other, period, that’s just the way it is.)
So short answer, my theory is this: Hannigram is the endgame here. Everything is building up to Will
and Hannibal both finally, fully comprehending what they really mean when they
say, “We’re alone without each other.”
Long answer…hoo boy, settle in, kiddies, I’ve got two for
THEORY A) WILL AND
HANNIBAL RUN OFF INTO THE SUNSET TOGETHER, LINES BLURRED AF
I’ve been hearing a
lot of noises in the fandom since Fuller announced that in the finale he
wanted to explore something that had been mentioned in the books but never
covered in the movies. Namely a lot of people shouting, “WILL AND HANNIBAL ARE
GOING TO ARGENTINA LIKE HANNIBAL AND CLARICE DID!”
Well, yes. That is a fair and valid theory. However, let me
unpack it a little more by pointing out something that doesn’t get mentioned as
much when people bring this up.
Clarice was drugged. Clarice was abducted and conditioned
into being with Hannibal, so she could be his new “Mischa.” (There’s debate on
how effective his “brainwashing” of her really was that I won’t get into here
since I have not read that particular book in the series yet, and thus cannot
weigh in an opinion.) I only point this out because: Do you really think it could so simple as them just ‘running off
together,’ guys? Do you really?
I think if this is the ending Fuller is going for, we are
definitely going to see the brainwashing moments happen here. My theory though
is that it will either be:
reconditioning Hannibal in some way,
breaking him down to the core of who he is, unpacking all of his childhood
traumas and making him confront them on the long, arduous journey to being the
man they both know he can be in order to be with Will. Lord knows it would be a
hell of a change from Hannibal being the one who tries to transform Will, and
Fuller did tell us he intends to take their relationship into wholly new
unexplored territory if they can make s4 happen. The key to this idea is that
Hannibal would have to be consenting in order for it to work, OR
The exact same as the above, only Will and
Hannibal do this to each other.
When you think about it, it makes sense, right? This show
has been harping on and on about the themes of transformation, self-identity,
soulmates and splendid love. Their biggest hurdle is the fact that they’re both
littered with so many scars it almost seems impossible for them to ever find
real happiness in each other. They’ve got to unshatter that teacup somehow
together, and it’s not like one of them is going to time travel to turn back
the clock and fix everything, right?
MOTHERFUCKING TIME TRAVEL AU, CANON AF
I wanted to pretend at first that this theory was just
crack, just a big old joke to troll you all, I really did. But…well, nonnie,
this is your fault.
See, it was just a joke in my head, at first. When I saw those tweets Fuller and company made about the
equations in Hannibal’s notebook and thought to myself, ‘Aw, you scamps!’
And then nonnie pointed out to me that there have apparently
been ‘clues’ throughout the earlier episodes of season 3 that are supposed to
hint at the finale. And I laid my head down on my pillow that night, letting
that thought run my head a few more times, thinking to myself, I wonder what the clues might be? And
that night when I dreamed, the things I dreamt about were this:
The teacup shattering and reforming again,
usually as Will’s face (that’s been happening a lot more this season than ever
before, we’ve all noticed this, yes?)
Alternate realities and universes discussed at
“The optimist believes this is the best of all
possible worlds. The pessimist fears this is true.”
The goddamn equations in that goddamn notebook
The weird trippy “flashbacks”/time jumps that
keep happening throughout the season
“Shall we talk about teacups and the distortions
The constant, painful returns to Mizumono
THE RETURN OF THE MOTHERFUCKING TICKING CLOCK
Me, upon further reflection: weLL FUCK
Nononono, my brain
says, you’re being ridiculous. This is
too absurd. This can’t possibly be what happens.
Me: *remembers Bryan Fuller saying once many, many ages ago
that he sees all of his shows taking place in the same universe*
Me: *remembers Fuller makes shows about people talking to
inanimate objects, grim reapers going around and ferrying the souls of the
dead, pie-makers bringing the dead back to life*
Me: *sweats nervously*
Me: It’s gonna be fucking time travel, isn’t it?
Just imagine it though—imagine Will (because something in my
heart tells me it’s going to be Will, or Will and Hannibal together, but not
Hannibal alone) jumping back through the streams of time and rewriting history
as A REAL LIFE HONEST-TO-GOD MIZUMONO FIX-IT.
OR FUCKING FURTHER BACK.
IMAGINE HIM GOING BACK TO HANNIBAL’S CHILDHOOD AND SAVING
HANNIBAL AND MISCHA.
And then suddenly flash “forward” again. Will is in Jack
Crawford’s office. He blinks, looks around in vague confusion. Maybe he
remembers what just happened. Maybe it all slowly fades away from his mind as
the new reality asserts itself. What was he doing in here again? Ah yes, taking
a sip of shitty FBI coffee, trying real hard not to look at the pictures on the
corkboard beside him of sad dead girls with their wind-chafed, Mall of America
The door opens. A man he has never seen before enters. Will
has a strange mental image of the man with ridiculously slicked back hair and
immaculate suits, and while the man before him does look pretty rich and well
put-together he also seems more…approachable somehow than Will was expecting.
Will isn’t sure why he was expecting anything really. He’s never met this guy
Their eyes meet, and a flicker of something passes between both of them, a strange feeling of warmth
and recognition. Hello, their eyes
both say to each other. I don’t know you
yet, but I think I’d like to.
“Will, this is Dr. Hannibal Lecter. He’ll be going over the
profile with us. Dr. Lecter, this is Will Graham.”
“Hello, Dr. Lecter.”
Fucking time travel, man.
I’m fucking calling it now.