[ WP ] Hannibal Lecter is on the run . He gets a job in a restaurant . The restaurant is run by Gordon Ramsay .

**INT. KITCHEN - DAY** 
 
 **GORDON RAMSAY is sitting at the table having a meal. Next to him stands HANNIBAL LECTER, calmly looking at Ramsay. Suddenly Ramsay stands up, picks up the plate of food and hurls it at the wall. It smashes to a million pieces** 
 
 *RAMSAY: * Fava beans?! Seriously?! Fuckin' fava beans?! I've shit better shits than this dish you prepared me here. And fucking Chianti? Are you out of your fucking mind? This meat tastes like fucking raw brain. Have you even tried it? Here. 
 
 **Ramsay goes over to the broken plate in the corner and picks up a piece of meat. He walks over to Lecter and violently forces the meat into Lecters mouth. Lecter chews it with pleasure. ** 
 
 *RAMSAY ( CONT'D ): * It tastes like... Unbelievable. Fucking unbelieavable. You're fired. Absolutely atrocious. 
 
 **Hannibal, who's been patiently standing all this time, calmly picks up the glass of Chianti and takes a sip** 
 
 *HANNIBAL: * Atrocious? I would n't agree. You see, I've been taking classes, by none other than Ms. Ramsey herself. Thought who better to teach me what you like than your own mother. Charming lady. 
 
 **Ramsay angrily turns around and gives Hannibal a crazed look. ** 
 
 *RAMSAY: * You said fucking what, you fucking imbecile? You cook like a fucking mental patient and you have the courage to mock me? Get out! Get the fuck out of my kitchen! And say a word about my mother again and I'll shove that puke you call a dish down your arsehole! 
 
 *HANNIBAL: * Ooo, threats! Just how quickly you flare up. Mommy's lovely, so you must've gotten that from the old'papa'? Tell me, did he whip out the belt when his favourite club lost? Judging from you, that club must've been pretty lousy. 
 
 *RAMSAY: * You're done with, you fucking bong! I'll make sure you never cook again! Fucking unbelievable, the nerves on this guy! 
 
 *HANNIBAL: * I'll be honest, I'm surprised you did n't like the meal. Homecooked, using your mother's recipe. Poor lady tried so hard to teach me the damn recipe. She even supplied the meat. Good liver is impossible to find these days. 
 ( beat ) 
 You must really hate your mother. 
 
 **Ramsay has had enough. He lunges at Lecter and wrestles him to the ground. Lecter, however, quickly overpowers him and pins him to the down. ** 
 
 *HANNIBAL: * Do you feel her? Do you feel her medium-rare liver sliding down your throat? What a monster you are, eating your own mother! Be sure to call me when you shit her out. 
 
 **Hannibal calmly stands up, composes himself, finishes the glass of Chianti and than walks out. Ramsay is puking on the floor and sobbing. ** 
 
 *RAMSAY: * That fucking dish... 
 
 **THE END** 

