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Damnit, Will. Stop looking in the wrong corner for an answer to this.

I dreamt you killed that doctor.

When possible, I try to leave an indelible mark wherever I go.

Am I alive...?

I don't believe Dr. Lecter is dangerous, but I am concerned about his relationship with a patient of his. A man named Will Graham.

Imagination is an interesting accelerant for a fever.

I'm not normal. Not anymore.

Yesterday. At her father’s cabin. I had an episode. She said something was wrong with me. She was afraid of me. She ran away.

One foot's bigger than another. One leg is longer. Puberty is in full effect.

I want to talk to Dr. Lecter.

I was there because I like that sort of thing. Just occurred to me you might, too.

Back to Baltimore.

The sad, dull truth of these crimes is they can usually be reduced to a male penetrative control issue.

I know who I am. I’m not so sure I know who you are anymore. But I am certain one of us killed Abigail.

Jack's obsessed with the Chesapeake Ripper and he's grooming Will to catch him.

You’re flushed. You been yelling?

Is Will Graham a suspect?

A psychopath wouldn't be so scared of the truth, Jack. And Will's terrified, but that's not stopping him from trying to find it.

Guilty.

Organs were removed. Not all of them. He was choosy. He took the liver, thymus but left the heart.