WOODS NEAR QUANTICO, VA
StarIing!
Crawford wants to see you in his office.
Thank you, sir.
- CIarice. - Hey.
You Iooking for Crawford? He shouId be back in a minute. Wait in his office.
StarIing.
- CIarice M. Good morning. - Morning, Mr Crawford.
Sorry to puII you off the course at such short notice.
Your instructors teII me you're doing weII.
I hope so. They haven't posted any grades yet.
A job's come up and I thought about you.
Not a job, reaIIy. More of an interesting errand. Sit down.
Yes, sir.
I remember you from my seminar at UVA. You griIIed me pretty hard, as I recaII,
on the Bureau's civiI rights record in the Hoover years. I gave you an A.
A-minus, sir.
DoubIe major: psych and criminoIogy. Graduated magna.
Summer internships at the Reitzinger CIinic.
It says, when you graduate, you wanna work for me in BehaviouraI Science.
Yes, very much, sir. Very much.
We're interviewing aII seriaI kiIIers now in custody for a psycho-behaviouraI profiIe.
CouId be a reaI heIp in unsoIved cases.
Most of them have been happy to taIk to us.
- Do you spook easiIy, StarIing? - Not yet, sir.
See, the one we want most refuses to cooperate.
I want you to go after him again today in the asyIum.
- Who's the subject? - The psychiatrist, HannibaI Lecter.
HannibaI the CannibaI.
I don't expect him to taIk to you.
But I have to be abIe to say we tried.
So if he won't cooperate, I want just straight reporting.
How does he Iook? How does his ceII Iook? Is he sketching, drawing?
If he is, what's he sketching?
Here's a dossier on Lecter.
A copy of our questionnaire and a speciaI ID for you.
Have your memo on my desk by 0800 Wednesday.
OK.
Excuse me, sir, but why the urgency? Lecter's been in prison for so many years.
Is there some connection between him and BuffaIo BiII maybe?
I wish there were. Now, I want your fuII attention, StarIing.
- Yes, sir. - Be very carefuI with HannibaI Lecter.
Dr ChiIton at the asyIum wiII go over aII the physicaI procedures used with him.
Do not deviate from them for any reason whatsoever.
And you're to teII him nothing personaI.
BeIieve me, you don't want HannibaI Lecter inside your head.
Just do your job, but never forget what he is.
And what is that?
Oh, he's a monster. A pure psychopath.
So rare to capture one aIive.
From a research point of view, Lecter is our most prized asset.
We get a Iot of detectives here, but I can't ever remember one as attractive.
WiII you be in BaItimore overnight?
Because this can be quite a fun town if you have the right guide.
I'm sure this is a great town, Dr ChiIton,
but my instructions are to taIk to Dr Lecter and report back this afternoon.
I see. WeII, Iet's make this quick, then.
We've tried to study him, but he's much too sophisticated for the standard tests.
Oh, my, does he hate us!
He thinks I'm his nemesis.
Crawford's very cIever, isn't he, using you?
- What do you mean, sir? - A pretty, young woman to turn him on.
I don't beIieve Lecter's seen a woman in eight years.
And are you ever his taste! So to speak.
I graduated from UVA, Doctor. It's not a charm schooI.
Good. Then you shouId be abIe to remember the ruIes.
Do not touch or approach the gIass. You pass him nothing but soft paper.
No penciIs or pens. No stapIes or papercIips in his paper.
Use the sIiding food carrier. If he attempts to pass you anything, do not accept it.
- Do you understand me? - Yes, I understand, sir.
I'm going to show you why we insist on such precautions.
On JuIy 8, 1981 , he compIained of chest pains and was taken to the dispensary.
His restraints were removed for an EKG.
When the nurse Ieaned over him, he did this to her.
The doctors managed to reset her jaw, more or Iess, save one of her eyes.
His puIse never got above 85, even when he ate her tongue.
- I keep him in here. - Dr ChiIton.
If Lecter feeIs that you're his enemy,
then maybe we'II have more Iuck if I go in by myseIf. What do you think?
You might have suggested this in my office and saved me the time.
Yes, sir, but then I wouId have missed the pIeasure of your company, sir.
When she's finished, bring her out.
Hi, I'm Barney. He toId you, don't get near the gIass?
Yes, he did. CIarice StarIing.
Nice to meet you, CIarice. You can hang your coat up there if you Iike.
Thank you. I wiII.
He's past the others, the Iast ceII.
You keep to the right.
- I put out a chair for you. - That's very good. Thank you.
I'II be watchin'. You'II do fine.
Hi.
I can smeII your cunt!
- Good morning. - Dr Lecter, my name is CIarice StarIing.
May I speak with you?
You're one of Jack Crawford's, aren't you?
- I am, yes. - May I see your credentiaIs?
CertainIy.
CIoser, pIease.
CIoser.
That expires in one week. You're not reaI FBI, are you?
I'm stiII in training at the academy.
Jack Crawford sent a trainee to me?
Yes, I'm a student. I'm here to Iearn from you.
Maybe you can decide whether or not I'm quaIified enough to do that.
That is rather sIippery of you, Agent StarIing.
Sit, pIease.
Now then, teII me. What did Miggs say to you?
MuItipIe Miggs in the next ceII.
He hissed at you. What did he say?
He said ''I can smeII your cunt.''
I see.
I myseIf cannot.
You use Evyan skin cream.
And sometimes you wear L'Air du Temps.
But not today.
Did you do aII these drawings, Doctor?
That is the Duomo seen from the BeIvedere.
- Do you know FIorence? - AII that detaiI just from memory, sir?
Memory, Agent StarIing, is what I have instead of a view.
WeII, perhaps you'd care to Iend us your view on this questionnaire, sir.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
You were doing fine. You had been courteous and receptive to courtesy.
You had estabIished trust, with the embarrassing truth about Miggs.
And now this ham-handed segue into your questionnaire.
- It won't do. - I'm onIy asking you to Iook at this.
Either you wiII or you won't.
Yeah. Jack Crawford must be very busy indeed
if he's recruiting heIp from the student body.
Busy hunting that new one: BuffaIo BiII.
What a naughty boy he is.
Do you know why he's caIIed BuffaIo BiII?
PIease teII me. The newspapers won't say.
It started as a bad joke in Kansas City Homicide.
They said ''This one Iikes to skin his humps.''
Why do you think he removes their skins, Agent StarIing?
ThriII me with your acumen.
It excites him. Most seriaI kiIIers keep some sort of trophies from their victims.
- I didn't. - No. No, you ate yours.
You send that through now.
Oh, Agent StarIing, you think you can dissect me with this bIunt IittIe tooI?
No. I thought that your knowIedge...
You're so ambitious, aren't you?
Do you know what you Iook Iike, with your good bag and your cheap shoes?
You Iook Iike a rube.
A weII-scrubbed, hustIing rube, with a IittIe taste.
Good nutrition's given you Iength of bone,
but you're not more than one generation from poor white trash, are you?
And that accent you've tried so desperateIy to shed: pure West Virginia.
What is your father, dear? Is he a coaI miner? Does he stink of the Iamp?
How quickIy the boys found you.
AII those tedious, sticky fumbIings in the back seats of cars,
whiIe you couId onIy dream of getting out, getting anywhere,
getting aII the way to the FBI.
You see a Iot, Doctor.
But are you strong enough to point that high-powered perception at yourseIf?
What about it? Why don't you Iook at yourseIf and write down what you see?
Or maybe you're afraid to.
A census taker once tried to test me.
I ate his Iiver with some fava beans
and a nice Chianti.
You fIy back to schooI now, IittIe StarIing.
FIy, fIy, fIy.
I bit my wrist so I can die.
Look at the bIood!
- Got ya! - Miggs, you stupid fuck!
- I'm gonna kiII him! - Agent StarIing! Come back!
Agent StarIing! Agent StarIing! I wouId not have had that happen to you.
- Discourtesy is unspeakabIy ugIy. - Then do this test.
No, but I'II give you a chance for what you Iove most.
- And what is that? - Advancement. Listen carefuIIy.
Look deep within yourseIf, CIarice StarIing.
Go seek out Miss Mofet, an oId patient of mine. M-O-F-E-T.
I don't think Miggs couId manage again so soon, even though he is crazy. Go!
Hey, BiII.
- Daddy! - Hey, CIarice.
- Did you get any bad guys today, Daddy? - No, angeI. They aII got away today.
FBI. Hands up. Don't move.
Turn around. Hands behind your back. Thumbs up.
You're dead, StarIing.
Johnson, good entry, good command. StarIing, where's your danger area?
- The corner. - Did you check?
- No. - That's why you're dead.
3109.
3109. Breaking doors or windows
to enter or exit.
RuIe 404.
- CIarice, phone. It's the guru. - Crawford? Thanks, ArdeIia.
- StarIing? - Sir?
Miggs is dead.
Dead?
How?
They heard Lecter whispering to him aII afternoon and Miggs crying.
They found him at bed check. He'd swaIIowed his own tongue.
- StarIing? - Yeah. I'm stiII here, sir.
I just... I don't know how to feeI about this.
You don't have to feeI any way about it. Lecter did it to amuse himseIf.
Look, I know it got ugIy today, but you mentioned a name at the end: Mofet.
Any foIIow-up on her?
Lecter aItered or destroyed most of his patients' histories,
so there's no record of anyone named Mofet, but
I thought the ''yourseIf'' reference was too hokey for Lecter,
so I figured he's from BaItimore and I Iooked in the phone book
and there's a ''Your SeIf'' storage faciIity right outside of downtown BaItimore, sir.
Unit 31 was Ieased for ten years, pre-paid in fuII.
The contract is in the name of a Miss Hester Mofet.
So nobody's been in here since 1980?
Not to my knowIedge.
Privacy is a great concern to my customers.
Yes. I won't disturb anything, I promise. I'II be outta here before you know it.
- May I heIp you? - Yes, actuaIIy.
- It's stuck. - We couId return tomorrow with my son.
What about him?
I wouId ask my driver to heIp you, but he detests physicaI Iabour.
Right. WeII, you just stay here. I'II be back in one minute.
It's stuck. Hand me that fIashIight, sir.
If this door shouId faII down or anything eIse,
this is the number for our BaItimore fieId office.
Now they know that you're with me. CaII them if anything shouId happen.
Yes, Miss StarIing.
CIarice. They're waiting for you. Watch your step.
Hester Mofet. It's an anagram, isn't it, Doctor?
Hester Mofet. ''The rest of me.''
''Miss the rest of me.'' Meaning that you rented that garage?
- Thank you. - Your bIeeding has stopped.
How did you...?
It's nothing. It was just a scratch.
Dr Lecter, whose head is in that bottIe?
Why don't you ask me about BuffaIo BiII?
- Do you know something about him? - I might if I saw the case fiIe.
- You couId get that for me. - Why don't we taIk about Miss Mofet?
You wanted me to find him.
His reaI name is Benjamin RaspaiI, a former patient of mine,
whose romantic attachments ran to, shaII we say, the exotic.
I did not kiII him, mereIy tucked him away very much as I found him,
after he'd missed three appointments.
- If you didn't kiII him, then who did, sir? - Who can say? Best thing for him, reaIIy.
His therapy was going nowhere.
His dress, make-up...
- RaspaiI was a transvestite? - In Iife? Oh, no.
Garden-variety manic-depressive. Tedious, very tedious.
I now just think of him as a kind of experiment.
A fIedgIing kiIIer's first effort at transformation.
How did you feeI when you saw him, CIarice?
Scared at first, then exhiIarated.
Jack Crawford is heIping your career. ApparentIy he Iikes you and you Iike him.
I never thought about it.
Do you think Jack Crawford wants you, sexuaIIy?
True, he is much oIder, but do you think he visuaIises scenarios, exchanges,
fucking you?
That doesn't interest me and, frankIy, it's the sort of thing that Miggs wouId say.
Not any more.
Thank you, Barney.
What happened to your drawings?
Punishment, you see, for Miggs. Just Iike that gospeI programme.
When you Ieave, they'II turn the voIume way up.
Dr ChiIton does enjoy his petty torments.
What did you mean by ''transformation'', Doctor?
I've been in this room for eight years now, CIarice.
I know they wiII never ever Iet me out whiIe I'm aIive.
What I want is a view.
I want a window where I can see a tree, or even water.
I want to be in a federaI institution far away from Dr ChiIton.
What did you mean by ''fIedgIing kiIIer''? Are you saying that he's kiIIed again?
I'm offering you a psychoIogicaI profiIe of BuffaIo BiII, based on the case evidence.
I'II heIp you catch him, CIarice.
You know who he is, don't you?
TeII me who decapitated your patient, Doctor.
AII good things to those who wait.
I've waited, CIarice, but how Iong can you and oId Jackie Boy wait?
Our IittIe BiIIy must aIready be searching for that next speciaI Iady.
MEMPHIS, TN
Hey, IittIe cheeper.
I'II be right there.
Can I heIp you with that?
- WouId you? - Sure.
- Thank you. - You Iook kinda handicapped.
Yeah. I got it this far. I just can't get it up in the truck by myseIf.
- Here. Grab this. - OK.
Just set it down. That's good.
Get in the truck. I wanna push it aII the way up.
I reaIIy appreciate this. Thank you. Thank you.
Push it aII the way back.
- Is this good? - Yeah.
- That's great. - OK.
Say, are you about a size 14?
Sorry?
Good.
Oh, good.
Good.
StarIing!
Outside. Let's go.
Cindy. In the ring for StarIing. Let's go.
FBI!
Pack your fieId gear. You're going with Crawford.
- Where? - They found a girI's body.
Been in the water a week. It's a BuffaIo BiII situation.
CLAY COUNTY, W VA
He keeps them aIive for three days. We don't know why.
No evidence of rape or physicaI abuse prior to death.
AII the mutiIation you see there is postmortem.
OK, three days. Then he shoots them,
skins them and dumps them, each body in a different river.
The water Ieaves us no trace evidence of any kind.
That's Fredrica BimmeI, the first one.
Her body was the onIy one he took the troubIe to weight down,
so actuaIIy she was the third girI found.
After her, he got Iazy.
OK, Iet's see.
CircIes where the girIs were abducted. Arrows where their bodies were found.
This new one today washed up here. EIk River, West Virginia.
Look at him, StarIing. TeII me what you see.
He's a white maIe. SeriaI kiIIers tend to hunt within their own ethnic groups.
He's not a drifter. He's got his own house somewhere, not an apartment.
- Why? - What he does with them takes privacy.
He's in his thirties or forties. He's got reaI physicaI strength,
combined with an oIder man's seIf-controI.
He's cautious, precise...
And he's never impuIsive. He'II never stop.
Why not?
Got a reaI taste for it now and he's getting better at his work.
Not bad, StarIing. Questions?
Yes, sir. You haven't mentioned anything about the information in my report
or Dr Lecter's offer, sir.
- I'm considering it. - That's why you sent me in there, isn't it?
To get his heIp on BuffaIo BiII, sir?
WeII, if that was the case, then I just wish I was in on it, that's aII.
If I'd sent you in with an actuaI agenda, Lecter wouId have known it instantIy.
He wouId have toyed with you then turned to stone.
Excuse me, Sheriff Perkins. These are the FBI peopIe.
Sheriff Perkins - Jack Crawford, FBI. SpeciaI Agent Terry.
Agent StarIing. We appreciate being invited into your jurisdiction.
I didn't caII you. That was the state attorney's office.
- We'II extend you every courtesy, but... - Sheriff.
This type of sex crime has certain aspects I'd just as soon discuss in private.
Know what I mean?
- Oscar, fetch Dr Akins from the chapeI. - StarIing, we're back here.
TeII Lamar to come on when he's finished pIaying his music.
Yeah, we'II be sending in a minute.
I need a six-way Iinkup.
Chicago, Detroit...
What?
Excuse me. Excuse me, gentIemen. You officers and gentIemen,
Iisten here now. There's things we need to do for her.
I know that y'aII brought her this far and her foIks wouId thank you if they couId
for your kindness and your sensitivity.
But now pIease go on now and Iet us take care of her.
Go on now.
Thank you.
OK, good.
Yeah, that's right. EIk River.
Stand by for transmission.
Ray.
Doctor, Lamar, Iet's take a Iook at her.
OK, StarIing.
BiII.
Star-shaped contact entrance wound over the sternum.
A muzzIe stamp at the top.
WrongfuI death.
She'II have to go to the state pathoIogist at CIaxton.
WeII, I'd better get back to that service. Lamar'II heIp you.
Lord AImighty.
What eIse do you see, StarIing?
WeII, she's not IocaI.
Her ears are pierced three times and there's gIitter naiI poIish.
That Iooks Iike town to me.
Two of her fingernaiIs are broken off and there's dirt or grit under them.
It Iooks Iike she's tried to cIaw her way through something.
Ray, get pictures of her teeth. We'II fax 'em for Missing Persons.
Let's do another.
She's got something in her throat.
When a body comes out of the water, Iots of times there's Ieaves in the mouth.
What is that? Some kind of seed pod?
No, sir. That's a bug cocoon.
There's no way that couId get way down in there.
Not unIess somebody shoved it in there.
She'II be easier to print when we turn her over. Lamar, give me a hand.
Yes, sir. I wiII.
- Oh, Jack. What do you make of these? - Different configuration than the others.
- Get cIose-ups. - The victim's skin removed,
this time in two Iarge diamond-shaped sections above the buttocks.
Exit wound IeveI with the second or the third thoracic vertebrae,
six inches from the right shouIder bIade.
StarIing, when I toId that sheriff we shouIdn't taIk in front of a woman,
that reaIIy burned you, didn't it?
It was just smoke, StarIing. I had to get rid of him.
It matters, Mr Crawford. Cops Iook at you to see how to act.
- It matters. - Point taken.
Ligature marks found around the wrists, not around the ankIes.
This wouId indicate that the skinning was postmortem.
- Time, PiIch. My move. - You Iured him with produce.
Tough noogies. It's stiII my turn.
Nice and sIow, baby.
If the beetIe moves one of your men, does that stiII count?
Course it counts. How do you pIay?
Agent StarIing?
Where the heck did this come from? It's practicaIIy mush.
It was found behind the soft paIate of a murder victim in the EIk River.
- It's BuffaIo BiII, isn't it? - I can't teII you any more.
- We heard about it on the radio. - This is a cIue from a reaI murder case?
- CooI. - Just ignore him. He's not a PhD.
Sphingid ceratomia, maybe.
Boy, he's a big sucker.
OK. Let's check morphoIogy.
What do you do when you're not detecting, Agent StarIing?
I try to be a student, Dr PiIcher.
Ever go out for cheeseburgers and beer?
The amusing house wine?
Are you hitting on me, Doctor?
Yes.
- Gotcha. - What have you got?
Agent StarIing, meet Mr Acherontia styx.
Weird.
Better known to his friends as the death's-head moth.
- Where does it come from? - It's strange. They onIy Iive in Asia.
Here they'd have to be raised from imported eggs.
Somebody grew this guy. Fed him honey and nightshade, kept him warm.
Somebody Ioved him.
Where are you?
Let me outta here!
HeIp me!
PIease!
PIease heIp me.
PIease!
Why won't you answer me? PIease!
- Good morning. l'm Donna Feruchi. - l'm Gene Cassel with sports.
And l'm Tim Langhorn. Our top story for this morning.:
Catherine Martin, the 25-year-old daughter of Senator Ruth Martin,
listed as missing, is now believed to have been kidnapped
by the serial killer known only as Buffalo Bill.
Police indicate that the girl's blouse has been identified,
sliced up the back, in what has become a grim, all-too-familiar calling card.
Young Catherine Martin is the only daughter of Senator Ruth Martin,
the Republican senator from Tennessee.
Her kidnapping is not considered to be politically motivated,
but it has stirred the government to its highest levels.
Reached for comment on the ski slopes of Vermont, the president is said to be,
and l quote, ''intensely concerned''.
Just moments ago Senator Martin taped this dramatic personal plea.
l'm speaking now to the person who is holding my daughter.
Catherine is very gentle and kind.
Talk to her and you'll see.
You have the power. You are in charge.
l know you can feel love and compassion.
You have a wonderful chance to show the whole world
that you can be merciful as well as strong,
that you're big enough to treat Catherine better than the world has treated you.
You have that power.
Please.
My daughter is Catherine.
Boy, that's smart. Jesus, that's reaIIy smart.
She keeps repeating the name.
If he sees Catherine as a person and not just an object, it's harder to tear her up.
Release my little girl.
You're coming into my hospitaI to conduct an interview
and refusing to share information with me for the third time.
Sir, I toId you, this is just a routine foIIow-up on the RaspaiI case.
- He is my patient. I have rights. - I understand that, sir.
Look, I am not just some turnkey, Miss StarIing.
This is the number for the US attorney's office.
Either you discuss this with him or you Iet me do my job, do you understand?
If your profiIe heIps us catch BuffaIo BiII in time to save Catherine Martin,
the senator promises you a transfer
to the VA hospitaI at Oneida Park, New York, with a view of the woods nearby.
Maximum security stiII appIies, of course.
You'd have reasonabIe access to books.
Best of aII, though,
one week of the year, you get to Ieave the hospitaI
and go here.
PIum IsIand.
Every day of that week you may waIk on the beach, you may swim in the ocean,
for up to one hour, under SWAT team surveiIIance, of course.
And there you have it.
A copy of the BuffaIo BiII case fiIe.
A copy of the senator's offer.
This offer is non-negotiabIe and finaI.
Catherine Martin dies, you get nothing.
''PIum IsIand AnimaI Disease Research Centre.''
Sounds charming.
That's onIy a part of the isIand. There's a very nice beach.
- Terns nest there. There's beautifuI... - Terns?
If I heIp you, CIarice, it wiII be ''turns'' with us too.
Quid pro quo. I teII you things, you teII me things.
Not about this case, though. About yourseIf.
Quid pro quo. Yes or no?
Yes or no, CIarice? Poor IittIe Catherine is waiting.
Go, Doctor.
What is your worst memory of chiIdhood?
The death of my father.
TeII me about it and don't Iie, or I'II know.
He was a town marshaI.
One night he surprised two burgIars
coming out the back of a drugstore.
They shot him.
Was he kiIIed outright?
No, he was very strong. He Iasted more than a month.
My mother died when I was very young.
My father had become the whoIe worId to me, and, when he Ieft me, I had nothing.
I was ten years oId.
You're very frank, CIarice.
I think it wouId be quite something to know you in private Iife.
Quid pro quo, Doctor.
So teII me about Miss West Virginia. Was she a Iarge girI?
- Yes. - Big through the hips? Roomy?
- They aII were. - What eIse?
She had an object deIiberateIy inserted into her throat.
Now, that hasn't been made pubIic yet. We don't know what it means.
Was it a butterfIy?
Yes. A moth.
Just Iike the one we found in Benjamin RaspaiI's head an hour ago.
Why does he pIace them there, Doctor?
The significance of the moth is change.
CaterpiIIar into chrysaIis, or pupa,
and from thence into beauty.
Our BiIIy wants to change, too.
There's no correIation between transsexuaIism and vioIence.
- TranssexuaIs are very passive. - CIever girI.
You're so cIose to the way you're gonna catch him, do you reaIise that?
No. TeII me why.
After your father's murder you were orphaned. What happened next?
I don't imagine the answer is on those second-rate shoes, CIarice.
I Iived with my mother's cousin and her husband in Montana. They had a ranch.
- Was it a cattIe ranch? - Sheep and horses.
- How Iong did you Iive there? - Two months.
- Why so briefIy? - I ran away.
Why, CIarice? Did the rancher make you perform feIIatio?
Did he sodomise you?
No. He was a very decent man.
Quid pro quo, Doctor.
BiIIy is not a reaI transsexuaI. But he thinks he is. He tries to be.
He's tried to be a Iot of things, I expect.
You said that I was very cIose to the way we wouId catch him. What did you mean?
There are three centres for transsexuaI surgery: Johns Hopkins,
the University of Minnesota and CoIumbus MedicaI Centre.
I wouIdn't be surprised if BiIIy had appIied for sex reassignment at aII of them
and been rejected.
On what basis wouId they reject him?
Look for severe childhood disturbances associated with violence.
Our Billy wasn't born a criminal, Clarice.
He was made one through years of systematic abuse.
Billy hates his own identity, you see,
and he thinks that makes him a transsexual.
But his pathology is a thousand times more savage
and more terrifying.
It rubs the Iotion on its skin. It does this whenever it's toId.
Mister, my famiIy'II pay cash. Whatever ransom you're asking for, they'II pay it.
It rubs the Iotion on its skin or eIse it gets the hose again.
Yes, it wiII, Precious. It wiII get the hose.
OK, OK.
Mister, if you Iet me go, I won't press charges, I promise.
See, my mom is a reaI important woman.
I guess you aIready know that.
Now it pIaces the Iotion in the basket.
PIease!
I wanna go home, pIease!
It pIaces the Iotion in the basket.
I wanna see my mommy!
PIease!
I wanna see my...
I wanna see my mommy.
Put the fucking Iotion in the basket!
You stiII think you're gonna waIk on some beach and see the birdies?
I don't think so.
I caIIed Senator Ruth Martin.
She never heard of any deaI with you.
They scammed you, HannibaI.
Stand outside.
And shut the door.
There never was a deaI with Senator Martin, but there is now.
I designed it. Of course, I worked in a few conditions for my own benefit as weII.
Identify BuffaIo BiII by name and, if the girI is found in time,
Senator Martin wiII have you transferred to the state prison in Tennessee.
Answer me, HannibaI.
You answer me now or, by God, you'II never Ieave this ceII.
Who is BuffaIo BiII?
His first name is Louis.
I'II teII the rest to the senator herseIf, but onIy in Tennessee.
And I have a few conditions of my own.
CIean him up and get him ready to go.
Jack, Hannibal Lecter's being transferred to Memphis.
Transferred?
Did you have a trainee make a phoney offer to Lecter in the senator's name?
Yeah, I roIIed the dice. I had to.
WeII, she's mad as heII, Jack. PauI KrendIer's over here from Justice.
She's asking him to take over in Memphis.
MEMPHIS INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT
WeIcome to Memphis. I'm Lieutenant BoyIe. This is Sergeant Patrick.
We'II treat you as good as you treat us.
You be a gentIeman, you're gonna get three hots and a cot.
Sir. You sign right here, we'II have us a IegaI transfer.
Where's...?
Here, sir. Use mine.
Senator Martin, Dr HannibaI Lecter.
Dr Lecter, I brought an affidavit guaranteeing your new rights.
You'II wanna read it before I sign.
I won't waste your time or Catherine's time, bargaining for petty priviIeges.
CIarice StarIing and that awfuI Jack Crawford have wasted far too much time.
I onIy pray they haven't doomed the poor girI.
Let me heIp you now and I wiII trust you when it is aII over.
You have my word. PauI?
BuffaIo BiII's reaI name is Louis Friend.
I met him just once. He was referred to me in ApriI or May 1980
by my patient, Benjamin RaspaiI.
They were Iovers, you see.
But RaspaiI had become very frightened.
ApparentIy, Louis had murdered a transient
and done things with the skin.
We need his address and a physicaI description.
TeII me, Senator. Did you nurse Catherine yourseIf?
- What? - Did you breast-feed her?
- Now, wait a minute. - Yes, I did.
- Toughened your nippIes, didn't it? - You son of a bitch!
Amputate a man's Ieg and he can stiII feeI it tickIing.
TeII me, Mom, when your IittIe girI is on the sIab, where wiII it tickIe you?
Take this thing back to BaItimore.
Five foot ten, strongIy buiIt, about 180 pounds.
Hair bIond, eyes paIe bIue.
He'd be about 35 now. He said he Iived in PhiIadeIphia but may have Iied.
That's aII I can remember, Mom, but if I think of any more, I wiII Iet you know.
And, Senator, just one more thing.
Love your suit.
In a meeting this evening with Senator Ruth Martin,
Dr Lecter agreed to assist in the investigation
of trying to find the abductor, BuffaIo BiII.
- How do you fit in? - My insight into Lecter's mind
- made this breakthrough possibIe. - BuffaIo BiII's reaI name?
That is now a matter of record with the proper authorities.
- My name is Dr Frederick ChiIton. - How do you speII that?
- Are you with Dr ChiIton's group? - WeII, I just saw him outside, sir.
Access to Lecter is Iimited. We've been getting death threats.
I understand, sir.
Log in and check your weapon.
I can't take aII the credit. Senator Martin, the Justice Department,
peopIe at the FBI, foIks at the BaItimore state hospitaI.
And now for the hard part: apprehending the suspect.
Excuse me, foIks. I'm gonna have to catch a fIight.
Is it true what they're sayin'?
He's some kind of vampire?
They don't have a name for what he is.
You do know the ruIes, ma'am?
Yes, Lieutenant BoyIe. I've questioned him before.
Go ahead.
Good evening, CIarice.
I thought you might Iike your drawings back, Doctor.
Just untiI you get your view.
How very thoughtfuI.
Or did Jack Crawford send you for one Iast wheedIe
before you're both booted off the case?
No, I came because I wanted to.
PeopIe wiII say we're in Iove.
Anthrax IsIand.
That was an especiaIIy nice touch, CIarice.
- Yours? - Yes.
Yeah.
That was good. Pity about poor Catherine, though.
Ticktock, ticktock, ticktock.
Your anagrams are showing, Doctor.
Louis Friend?
Iron suIfide, aIso known as fooI's goId.
Oh, CIarice, your probIem is you need to get more fun out of Iife.
You were teIIing me the truth back in BaItimore, sir. PIease continue now.
I've read the case fiIes. Have you?
Everything you need to find him is there in those pages.
- Then teII me how. - First principIes, CIarice. SimpIicity.
Read Marcus AureIius. Of each particuIar thing, ask what is it in itseIf?
What is its nature?
What does he do, this man you seek?
- He kiIIs women. - No. That is incidentaI.
What is the first thing he does? What needs does he serve by kiIIing?
Anger.
SociaI acceptance.
- SexuaI frustrations. - No. He covets.
That is his nature. And how do we begin to covet, CIarice?
Do we seek out things to covet?
Make an effort to answer now.
No. We just...
No, we begin by coveting what we see every day.
Don't you feeI eyes moving over your body, CIarice?
And don't your eyes seek out the things you want?
AII right, yes. Now pIease teII me how...
No. It is your turn to teII me, CIarice.
You don't have any more vacations to seII.
Why did you Ieave that ranch?
Doctor, we don't have any more time for any of this now.
But we don't reckon time the same way, do we?
- This is aII the time you'II ever have. - Later. Listen to me. We've onIy got five...
No. I wiII Iisten now.
After your father's murder, you were orphaned.
You went to Iive with cousins on a sheep and horse ranch in Montana.
And?
And one morning I just ran away.
Not ''just'', CIarice. What set you off?
- You started at what time? - EarIy. StiII dark.
Then something woke you, didn't it? Was it a dream? What was it?
I heard a strange noise.
What was it?
It was screaming.
Some kind of screaming. Like a chiId's voice.
What did you do?
I went downstairs.
Outside.
I crept up into the barn.
I was so scared to Iook inside, but I had to.
What did you see, CIarice? What did you see?
Lambs.
They were screaming.
They were sIaughtering the spring Iambs?
And they were screaming.
- And you ran away? - No. First I tried to free them.
I opened the gate to their pen, but they wouIdn't run.
They just stood there, confused. They wouIdn't run.
But you couId - and you did, didn't you?
Yes. I took one Iamb and I ran away as fast as I couId.
- Where were you going, CIarice? - I don't know. I didn't have any food,
any water and it was very coId, very coId.
I thought...
I thought if I couId save just one, but...
He was so heavy.
So heavy.
I didn't get more than a few miIes when the sheriff's car picked me up.
The rancher was so angry, he sent me to Iive at the orphanage in Bozeman.
I never saw the ranch again.
What became of your Iamb, CIarice?
- He kiIIed him. - You stiII wake up sometimes, don't you?
Wake up in the dark
and hear the screaming of the Iambs?
Yes.
And you think, if you save poor Catherine, you couId make them stop, don't you?
You think if Catherine Iives,
you won't wake up in the dark ever again
to that awfuI screaming of the Iambs.
I don't know.
Thank you, CIarice.
- Thank you. - TeII me his name, Doctor.
Dr ChiIton, I presume.
I think you know each other.
OK.
- Let's go. - It's your turn, Doctor.
- Out. - TeII me his name.
Sorry, ma'am. I've got orders. I have to put you on a pIane. Come on now.
Brave CIarice.
You wiII Iet me know when those Iambs stop screaming, won't you?
- TeII me his name, Doctor. - CIarice.
Your case fiIe.
Goodbye, CIarice.
- Ready when you are, doc. - Just another minute, pIease.
Son of a bitch demanded a second dinner. Lamb chops, extra rare.
I wonder what he wants for breakfast. Some damn thing from the zoo?
- Good evening, gentIemen. - OK, doc. Grab some fIoor.
Same driII as before, pIease.
Ready when you are, Sergeant Pembry.
OK.
Hand me that, wouId ya?
Thanks.
Mind the drawings, pIease.
Thank you.
Watch it. He's cuffed me!
Jesus Christ!
Ready when you are, Sergeant Pembry.
What is this shit?
- Did somebody go up on five? - No. Nobody went up.
CaII Pembry. Ask him to teII...
CP. Shots fired on five. Repeat: shots fired on five.
Sergeant Tate.
- HoIy shit. - What the heII...?
Shut up. Bobby, get the vest.
- Right, sarge. - Brady, Howard, cover...
Look!
- It's stopped. - SeaI off a ten-bIock radius.
Get me the SWAT team and an ambuIance doubIe-quick.
We're goin' up.
Pembry!
BoyIe!
Oh, God.
Go.
- CIear. - Command post.
Two officers down.
- Lecter's gone, sarge. - Prisoner is missing.
- BoyIe's gun is gone, Sergeant. - Repeat: Lecter is missing and armed.
He's stripped the bed. Might be makin' a rope. Check aII windows.
Where the fuck is my ambuIance?
He's aIive. Sergeant Tate, he's aIive.
Get a hoId of him and feeI his hand. TaIk to him.
- What do I say? - It's Jim Pembry. TaIk to him, dammit!
Lecter is missing and armed.
Pembry, can you hear me?
He took BoyIe's gun. Pembry got off one round. There's a chance Lecter was hit.
Keep breathin' in and out. That's it. You're doing a good job.
You Iook reaI good.
Yeah, you Iook reaI good.
- You ready? - Let's do it.
Let's go.
Looking good, Pembry. You're gonna make it. You're doin' just fine.
I need that IV now!
Can we get the straps? Where's the fucking oxygen?
Stay with me. Stay with me here.
We're Iosin' him. Downstairs.
And up.
EIevator!
CP to Tate.
Roger, Lieutenant. Tate here.
I'm on the eIevator bringing Pembry down.
He seems to be hangin' on.
Top three fIoors secured.
Main stairweII secured.
We think he's on two.
Tate, are you still with me?
We're pretty sure he's somewhere on two, sir. That's aII for now. Over.
He's on the roof of the eIevator.
OK, guys.
I see him.
There's a gun by his hand. He's not moving.
- One warning: we need him aIive. - Got it.
Lecter, put your hands on your head.
One in the Ieg.
No movement.
Johnny, hoId your fire. We're comin' into the car.
We're openin' the hatch.
Watch his hands. If there's any fire, it'II come from us.
- Affirm. - Got it.
Memphis GeneraI, medicaI unit 26.
We're inbound with a maIe poIice officer with severe faciaI Iacerations.
Weapon unknown. We've got grand maI seizure activity but he's post-ictaI now.
VitaI signs are good. Pressure is 1 30 over 90.
- 90? - Yeah, that's right, 90. PuIse 84.
We got him on Iactated Ringer's and the patient is on ten Iitres of oxygen...
They found the ambuIance in a parking garage at the airport. Crew was dead.
He kiIIed a tourist, too. Got his cIothes, cash.
- By now he couId be anywhere. - He won't come after me.
- Oh, reaIIy? - He won't.
I can't expIain it. He wouId consider that rude.
- It's over. She's dead. - It's not your fauIt it worked out Iike this.
The thing is that Lecter said everything we need to catch him is in these pages.
Dr Lecter said a Iot of things.
He's here, ArdeIia.
Is this Lecter's handwriting?
''CIarice, doesn't this random scattering of sites seem desperateIy random,
Iike the eIaboration of a bad Iiar? HannibaI Lecter.''
DesperateIy random? What does he mean?
Not random at aII, maybe. Like there's some pattern here.
But there is no pattern or the computers wouId have naiIed it.
- They were even found in random order. - Random because of the one girI.
- The one he weighted down. - Fredrica BimmeI.
From BeIvedere, Ohio.
First girI taken, third body found.
- Why? - She didn't drift. He weighted her down.
What did Lecter say about the first principIes?
- SimpIicity. - What does this guy do? He covets.
How do we first start to covet?
- We covet what we see... - Every day.
- Hot damn, CIarice. - He knew her.
BELVEDERE, OHIO
- Mr BimmeI? - That's me.
I'm CIarice StarIing. I'm with the FBI.
I sure appreciate you Ietting me take a Iook around, Mr BimmeI.
I don't know nothin' new to teII ya.
PoIice been back here so many times aIready.
Fredrica went into Chicago on the bus to see about a job.
She Ieft the interview OK. She never come home.
Her bedroom's how she Ieft it.
Upstairs. Door to the Ieft.
He's making himseIf a ''woman suit'', Mr Crawford, out of reaI women.
He can sew, this guy. He's very skiIIed.
- He's a taiIor or a dressmaker. - Starling...
That's why they're so big. He has to keep them aIive so he can starve them,
- so that he can Ioosen their skin. - Starling, we know who he is.
And where he is. We're on our way right now.
- Where? - CaIumet City, edge of Chicago.
Be on the ground in 45 minutes.
That's great news, sir, but how...
Johns Hopkins came up with some names. We fed 'em into Known Offenders.
Subject's name is Jamie Gumb, a.k.a John Grant.
Lecter's description was accurate. He just lied about the name.
Customs had some paper on him.
They stopped a carton two years ago at LAX. Live caterpiIIars from Surinam.
The addressee was a Jame Gumb.
Chicago's onIy 400 miIes from here. I'II be there in...
No, StarIing. There's not enough time. We want him for murder, not kidnapping.
I need you to Iink him to the BimmeI girI. See what you can dredge up in BeIvedere.
Yes, sir, you bet. I'II do my best.
StarIing, we wouIdn't have found him without you.
Nobody's gonna forget that. Least of aII me.
Thank you, sir. Thank you very much, Mr Crawford.
Mr Crawford?
Thanks for the scraps, asshoIe.
I got a better idea.
OK, Precious. Time for a IittIe treat.
Precious!
Come on, girI!
Come on, Precious.
Come on, Precious!
I got a yummy snack for ya! Come on. Come and get it.
Precious!
Are you up there, you IittIe shit?
Come and get it, pretty girI.
Precious, pIease come. Come on.
WouId you fuck me?
Come on. Take that bone.
I'd fuck me.
Come on.
I'd fuck me hard.
I'd fuck me so hard.
No.
AIR NATIONAL GUARD HQ CHICAGO, IL
Is that a good job, FBI agent? You get to traveI around and stuff?
I mean, better pIaces than this?
Sometimes you do.
Freddie was so happy for me when I got this job at the bank.
Toaster giveaways and Barry ManiIow on the speakers aII day.
She thought it was such hot shit.
What did she know? Big dummy.
Stacy, did Fredrica ever mention a man named Jamie Gumb or a Jame Gumb?
- How about John Grant? - No.
WouId she have had a friend you didn't know about?
If she had a guy, I'd have known, beIieve me.
- Sewing was her Iife. - Did you two ever work together?
Sure. Me and Pam MaIavesi used to heIp her do aIterations for oId Mrs Lippman.
Can you give me Mrs Lippman's address? I need to taIk to her.
CALUMET CITY, IL
So powerfuI. So beautifuI.
Precious?
- Precious? - She's down here, you sack of shit!
- Put her in that bucket. - Get me a teIephone and Iower it down.
PoodIie-poo. Precious.
- DarIing heart, are you aII right? - She's in a Iot of pain. She needs a vet.
She broke her Ieg on the way down. I know it.
- Don't you hurt my dog! - Don't you make me hurt your dog!
You don't know what pain is!
- Oh, fuck! - You better be gettin' me that teIephone!
I'm gonna do it, mister!
AII right, mister! I'm doin' it!
OK, I'm coming.
We're goin' in.
Good afternoon. Sorry to bother you. I'm Iooking for Mrs Lippman's famiIy.
FBI! Everybody down!
No, Lippmans don't Iive here any more.
Excuse me. I reaIIy need to speak with you.
CIear!
What's the probIem, officer?
I'm investigating the death of Fredrica BimmeI.
There's no one here, Jack.
CIarice.
- Your name is? - Jack Gordon.
Mr Gordon. Good. WeII, Fredrica used to work for Mrs Lippman. Did you know her?
No. Uh-uh.
Oh, wait.
Was she a great, big, fat person?
- She was a big girI, sir. - Yeah, I may have...
No, I read about her in the newspaper.
Mrs Lippman had a son. Maybe he couId heIp you.
I got his card here somepIace. Come in whiIe I Iook for it.
- May I? - Yeah, sure.
Are you cIose to catchin' somebody, you think?
Yes. We may be.
Did you take over this pIace after Mrs Lippman died, is that right?
Yeah, I bought this house two years ago.
Did she Ieave any records? Any business records?
Tax forms? List of empIoyees?
No, nothin' Iike that at aII.
Say, has the FBI Iearned something?
The poIice around here don't seem to have the first cIue.
I mean, have you got, Iike, a description, fingerprints, anything Iike that?
No.
No, we don't.
Here's that number.
Very good, Mr Gordon. May I use your phone, pIease?
Sure, you can use my phone.
Freeze! Put your hands over your head.
And turn around. Spread your Iegs.
Spread your Iegs. Put your hands in the back. Thumbs up.
Freeze!
HeIIo? Are you there?
I'm down here!
- Catherine Martin? - Yes!
FBI. You're safe.
Safe, shit! Get me outta here!
- You're aII right. Where is he? - How the fuck shouId I know?
- Just get me outta here! - You gotta be quiet. Shut that dog up.
Just get me outta here!
Oh, my God.
Catherine, I'm gonna get you outta there, but right now you Iisten to me.
I've gotta Ieave this room. Be right back.
No! Don't you Ieave me here, you fuckin' bitch!
Don't you Ieave me here! This guy's fuckin' crazy!
PIease!
I gotta get outta here!
Catherine, the other officers'II be here any minute now.
Wait! Don't go! PIease!
Quiet!
- You OK? - Gunpowder. It's nothing. I'm OK.
How did you track BuffaIo BiII here?
CIarice M StarIing.
CongratuIations.
SpeciaI Agent StarIing.
- SpeciaI Agent Mapp. - Phone caII.
- Excuse me. - StarIing.
PiIch, couId you take our picture?
Yeah. Sure.
Look, I just wanted to say congratuIations.
I'm not much good at this kinda thing, so I'm gonna duck outta here.
OK. Sure.
Thank you, Mr Crawford.
Your father wouId have been proud today.
Don't forget your phone caII.
- StarIing. - Well, Clarice?
Have the Iambs stopped screaming?
- Dr Lecter. - Don't bother with the trace.
I won't be on Iong enough.
- Where are you, Dr Lecter? - I have no pIans to caII on you, CIarice.
The worId's more interesting with you in it.
So you take care now to extend me the same courtesy.
You know I can't make that promise.
I do wish we couId chat Ionger but...
I'm having an oId friend for dinner.
- Bye. - Dr Lecter?
Dr Lecter?
Excuse me. You got the security system aII set up?
- We have the big-shot security. - Thank you. I appreciate that.
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