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Clarice.

I thought it was done.

Buffalo Bill took seven women.

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He skinned six...

six of them.

I saved one...

the last one...

Catherine.

It's been a year since.

I put it behind me,

but last week,

some of the families
wanted to make statements.

Close the book.

Such a sad, strange anniversary.

I wanted to be present
for the families of the victims.

When I came out of Justice,
they were all just...

everywhere.

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Sorry you had to see this here, Clarice.

It was left in my waiting area.

The press can't seem to let you go.

Well, I suppose there are
a few advantages, sir.

The checkout lady at the Safeway

asked me to autograph a melon.

I imagine it might cause

real resentment with your colleagues.

The famous face of the FBI,
just a year out of the Academy.

Well, sometimes we duke it out
at the vending machine.

Not really.

Um, I feed data into computers.

I'm what they call an "Igor"

in the Behavioral Sciences Lab.

I'm not the face of anything, sir.

Well, this says differently.

"Buffalo Bill's House of Horrors:

Will the Survivors Ever Speak?"

There were no survivors.

But you were a survivor.

I mean...

to be a survivor,
you have to be a victim.

I was just doing my job.

Yeah, but it wasn't your job.

You were still a trainee
when you stopped Buffalo Bill

from skinning and killing more women.

Excuse me... He killed them before.

Is that distinction important to you?

Yes, sir.

It is important to me that
he did not skin them alive.

Do you ever speak with her?

Catherine Martin?

I'm not really sure what there
would be to speak about, sir.

You keep in touch with
the other victims' families.

You write to them. You check in.

But not Catherine.

Sir, I understand

it would be easier for everyone

if I just became comfortable
with the term "survivor."

I've found most people need me
to be just the one thing,

a simple thing.

So they can... relax, I guess.

Clarice, you've been deflecting
like a pro for a full year now.

Sir, I'm mandated to come here
and speak with you, and...

Which is understandable,

given your last therapist was an inmate

in the Baltimore Hospital
for the Criminally Insane

and, you know, ate his patients.

He was not my therapist.

It was a quid pro quo.

- He wanted pieces...
- Pieces of your life,

in exchange for his insights
into Buffalo Bill.

But you were specifically told

not to give him
any information, Clarice.

We only had three days.

You let that relationship be intimate.

How do you carry that?

How do you carry his rage?

Buffalo Bill's rage?

I'll put it another way...

What do you do with all your rage?

It's not really something
I think about, sir.

Okay, Clarice,

I'm gonna tell you what I see.

I see an agent who seems to be adopting

the families of murdered women,

but hasn't seen her own family in years.

I see an agent who's buried herself

in the basement of the
Behavioral Sciences Unit

and rarely sees the light of day.

The light doesn't matter
that much to me. Really.

And I see an agent who just told me

that she doesn't consider
Catherine Martin to be alive,

despite having saved her life.

These things make me think,

"This agent needs to be out of rotation

until she can heal from PTSD
of the most egregious kind."

Sir, I'm gonna tread carefully here

because I know what you write in there

can make my job harder.

Please.

This tabloid has never been opened.

It's pristine.

No one left it here, sir.

You wanted me to see it,
to get me talking.

Is that accurate?

I'll ask you again, Clarice...

What do you do with all your rage?

Doctor, I'm sorry.

Excuse me. This is a private session.

Doctor, I have orders
to get her to Washington.

I'm not prepared to sign off on her.

This request comes from Ruth Martin,

the Attorney General
of the United States of America.

It's an urgent matter, and
Starling is needed right now.

Um, why me, sir?

You don't get to ask why, Starling.

Let's go pack a bag.

You'll be gone a while.

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The press is outside the mayor's window.

Madam Attorney General, they need you

to make the statement.

I will make the damn
statement... 20 minutes.

The Attorney General
will be making a statement later.

In the meantime, you can sit
tight just like everyone else.

Well, you must pack up quick.

Yes, Ma'am. It's my dad's duffel.

Been living out of it
for quite a while, so...

It's appreciated.

Hello, Clarice.

Congratulations
on your appointment, ma'am.

It ruffled some feathers.

I'm... I'm real sorry to hear that.

Two dead women floated
down the Anacostia River.

Somebody sliced them to ribbons.

And you think it's a...

A serial killer.

Hell yes, I do.

Ma'am, there's a lot of criteria
around that designation.

I'm not having this again.

Ma'am, am I here to consult
for Behavioral Sciences?

- You're here to catch the guy.
- Ma'am?

I took this office with a mission...

to convene a Violent Crimes Task Force,

so that no family
ever goes through what ours did.

Ma'am, respectfully,
there are agents with years

- of experience.
- You think you're not ready?

I'm just saying that
there are more qualified...

No one is more qualified.

You weren't ready to go into that house

and pull my child
out of that murderer's pit,

but you did it.

You saved my little girl.

She's thin now.

She's very... thin.

Bill only took the larger women.

I don't need to be a psychiatrist

to put it together.

You are a woman
with a very public reputation

for hunting monsters, Clarice.

I can't have a reputation...
I've only done it once.

It's time you own that reputation.

Bill took seven.

That's not happening on my watch.

You are now a Special Agent
of the ViCAP Task Force.

Head Man in Charge is Paul Krendler.

And, no, he hasn't forgotten
how you showed him up

when you were both chasing Bill,

but he's a hell of an investigator

and a good lawyer.

I need you both to work together now.

Ma'am.

Becoming the face for your Task Force

requires some... cooperation.

What do you want, Starling?

To go back to Behavioral
Sciences after these murders.

Just these murders, and that's it.

I belong at BSU. They're my people.

You don't get to make that choice,

and you don't have any people, Clarice.

Your fellow Quantico graduates,
the senior agents...

they hate you because
they can never understand

what you've been through.

No one in the world can.

Except me.

And Catherine.

She thinks you're the only one
who can help her.

And I know you have
your own demons to carry,

but we're your people.

I ask you,

will you please
start returning her calls?

Paul Krendler will meet you on the scene

with the ViCAP team.

It's time to come out
of hiding, Starling.

Paul, she's here.

You know why you're here, Starling?

The AG sent me, Mr. Krendler.

You're Ruth Martin's drop of honey.

For the cameras.

But this isn't
Buffalo territory anymore.

We do evidence,

not, "It's a full moon,
and I've got a feeling."

The AG made it clear
this needs to be a win,

simple and clean.

So you'll keep quiet until I tell you,

and then you will say what I tell you.

Jones, get her some gear.

Uh, sir, I wasn't informed
I would actually be...

Now you're informed.

And for the record,
I think you got lucky

when you caught Bill.

You do have your gun?

You should at least
look the part, Starling.

They don't really come in your size.

Are you the girl?

Okay.

Stab wounds. Bite marks.

Looks like a serial guy to me.

The other one's in the drainage gate.

Uh, sir, um, I'd need to do
a full examination of her wounds

and build a BSU profile before
determining if it's a serial killer.

There's another one
at the drainage gate.

Two bodies, same MO.

I wanna get this guy
before he does it again.

Get a camera and make sure
we have everything

before we bring her out.

Go with her, Esquivel.

I want to see what she can do.

I hear Starling's not quite 100%.

If she makes any moves
on her own, I want to know.

Okay, recording.

African-American female.

Mid-20s.

Nude.

Muzzle stamp... left temple.

Left hand broken at the wrist.

Could be postmortem.

Engagement/wedding set,
left ring finger.

Small carat, but it's a sweet ring.

Her husband... he cared.

Polish on both the hands and feet...

It's a soft color.

Real tasteful.

She minded her presentation.

Same stab wounds and bite marks
as the other victim.

Let's, uh...

Let's set her free.

Angela Bird, 28, local,

prints in the system
only because she worked

in a public school here in D.C.

The older, Tess Laughty.

55, retired Postal Carrier
from Rockville, Maryland.

Husband deceased.

Good neighbor.

When she first went missing,

her friends said that she liked

to put the lights
on her house at Christmas.

Thank you, Tripathi.

No water in the lungs.

Cause of death in each case
was the bullet to the head.

- .45.
- Correct.

As always.

Whoo-hoo.

Okay, Starling. Go.

Esquivel's our Army sniper guy.

Tripathi's our library.

Clarke's our lie detector.

Make us believe
in your Behavioral Science

like I believe in them.

How crazy is the crazy?

Well...

different ages, different races.

The bite marks are shallow.

And it's strange the wounds
are so well-spaced.

None of them... kiss.

Um, any cursory evidence
of sexual assault?

Nope. But they still
gotta go to the morgue.

No ligature marks on either victim.

And I don't see
any petechiae bruising, sir.

She got shot in the head.

That can act like
a magic eraser sometimes.

What does that say to you, Starling?

There's no intimacy here. No frenzy.

And he'd have to know they'd float.

A... A... A true psychopath?
We'd still be looking.

But a true sociopath...

They wouldn't have left their faces.

Or their wedding rings.

What rule is that?

Are you saying it's not a crazy guy?

I mean, who el... Who else does this?

I'm saying something feels wrong,

like it's too controlled, too sane.

I'm saying I don't know
if I can be definitive yet.

Clarke, get her to the morgue.

Bag the hands.

Coroner's coming.

Okay, fellas, time to face the vultures.

Let's go. Let's go.

If you're not prepared emotionally

to see what's right in front of you...

- Sir...
- You're equivocating,

and, therefore, unreliable.

This whole mess

falls right into the legal definition
of serial killing.

Sir, if I ran into
two people on my bike,

it would fall under
the legal definition.

It's very broad.

The definition is unambiguous.

I told you... simple and clean.

Sir, I'm saying that I need
more time to make an assessment.

We don't have time.

We have a press conference.

Ruth Martin wants the public inflamed

and the press on her side.

Now, I have to play her game,
and so do you.

None of this "I don't know,
the wounds don't kiss" stuff,

you understand?

The Attorney General
has built her reputation

on how violence has touched her family.

Is this case a way for her to...

An opportunity for some PR?

That may be the most cynical
thing I've ever heard.

For those of you that have a soul...

AG Martin has made this priority one.

Is that why
Agent Starling was brought in?

Special Agent Starling will
answer that question herself.

Clarice, do you think you have a
special connection to serial...

Agent Starling!

Clarice, how does it feel
to be back in the field?

I'm real glad to be back in
the field with my fellow agents.

Do you think this is
another Bill... a serial killer?

- Clarice!
- Agent Starling!

Um, it meets the legal criteria.

Is this another madman?

Is this a serial killer, Clarice?

Yes.

You're a trained investigator,

so I knew you'd find
the key under the mat.

I didn't know I'd need
a place to stay in D.C.

Stay as long as you want.

I'll be out of your hair in a few days.

I know you're up to your neck
working cold cases.

I'm building one against the Attorney
General of the United States.

For kidnapping you.

I saw you on TV.

How bad was it?

It was bad.

You did the shopping.

I wanted to contribute.

How am I supposed to alphabetize?

I bought Twizzlers.

That's a whole nother letter.

So...

...she pulled you out of the basement

kicking and screaming, huh?

Must have been fun.

That Martin
is a real piece of work, boy.

She'll look you right in the eye

while she's gutting your kidneys.

After what she's been through,
almost losing her child,

I don't believe
she's in it for the glory.

Well, me neither, but...

they just want me to say
it's a crazy serial guy.

The flashy stuff.

I mean, it presents on
the surface as what it is,

but I don't know, Ardelia.

Maybe it's me.

What if I'm not...

emotionally prepared?

Did your exceedingly lame
therapist say that to you?

He could never have caught Bill.

He'd probably like to think
you just got lucky.

Like Krendler thinks. Mnh-mnh.

You trusted yourself enough
to save a girl once,

and all the girls
that would have come after.

What did we learn in the
laundry room back at Quantico?

First Principles.

What is the thing, in and of itself?

Nothing in common demographically.

Weird. And all the wounds
are just fighting each other

for attention, like, "Oh, look at me.

I'm a biter... Oh, wait, no,
I got this great, big knife."

They're... self-conscious.

You saying he's not compulsive?

I'm saying he does it

like he learned it in a book, this guy.

There's deliberation.

Despite the wounds.

No, because of the wounds. They're...

desperately random.

Ardelia, this guy is cold as hell,

and he wants us to think he's on fire.

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Anything evidentiary...
bullet casings, knives, clothing?

I'm asking for a Toxicology rush.

It's not, like, a complicated request.

- Yeah, last known for Tess Laughty's...
- I need everything about a Frank Bird.

- B-I-R-D, like "bird."
- ...daughter.

Did you put in for tonight's game?

Watch, watch, watch. Here it comes.

- Uh, hold on a second.
- Okay.

The hell?

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A little lotion for you, Starling.

You just gotta rub it
on your skin a little.

Keep it smooth!

Put it in the basket.

I'll call you back.

Welcome to the FBI, Starling.

Yeah, welcome to the Bureau.

That was messed up.

Look, no one from our team
would've pulled a stunt like that.

It was Peterson's Fraud guys, right?
They're a bunch of...

I don't need you coming to the rescue.

Sorry.

Look, I-I come from Military.

I've never worked a serial case before.

Lucky you.

But some of the stuff
you said at the scene...

it made sense to me.

It did.

Listen, your wheelhouse
isn't real pleasant.

You wouldn't be in it if you couldn't...

see the way you do.

The 302 report said you questioned

Angela Bird's husband,
but there is no real breakdown

of her psychological map.

I'm a dead shot at a thousand meters.

The psych map is BSU territory.

Husbands never know what
they know about their wives.

Someone should talk to him again.

Okay. Let's go.

Really?

Hey, we're on
the same team here, Starling.

This place needs a house cleaning,

but you got to trust somebody sometime

or you die alone.

You're pretty bleak.

I get it from my mom.

I'm driving.

You're saying you don't think

this is a foaming-at-the-mouth
serial killer, like...

I-I'm saying it's real soon to say that.

So it might be someone
who wants to make us think

he's foaming at the mouth.

W-Why?

When I was a girl,

before I left home,

I smashed the entire jar
of Christmas cookies

so my mom wouldn't know
I ate all the Santas.

Aha.

You make it look like one
heinous act to hide another.

You were a criminal mastermind, huh?

- Why the Santas?
- Frosting.

You got older siblings?

I'm guessing sisters?

Yeah. Uh, two. Why?

You sit like you're
used to the passenger seat.

Oh.

I'm gonna tell them you said that.

Hey, why do they call you
the Bride of Frankenstein?

It's a long story.

They also call me Igor and Rapunzel.

But I'm out of the tower now,

so it'll have to be something else.

I'm already on my way
to West Virginia Granny Witch.

I have absolutely no idea what that is.

Angela was the...

She did most of the housework,
took care of the baby, you know?

Mr. Bird, I grew up in an orphanage,

and I changed a lot of diapers.

May I help you?

Mm.

Is there anyone else in the house, sir?

David, my son.

He's watching TV.

Would you mind
if I took another look around?

Mm, no.

So, does your son like dinosaurs, too?

I don't know what he likes.

I don't know... how to love him right.

I-I try.

I've never raised a hand to him.

Of course.

♪ There must be something ♪

- ♪ More to us than you and me ♪
- He has something called autism.

You know what that is?

It feels like you can't reach him.

Yes.

Thank you for saying that.

People don't understand.

Angie really had it
in her teeth... "Why? Why?"

Was your wife active like that?

Reaching out to people? Vocal?

Yeah.

She always tried.

♪ It's so plain to see ♪

She sounds like a great mom.

♪ Together we are better
than we used to be ♪

Our second victim, Tess Laughty...

Do we have her next of kin?

Maybe they can tell us something.

Her daughter, Casey Laughty.

She's got a sheet and a kid.

Last known address lists her
as transient in the Highlands.

That'll be fun.

Excuse me, sir.
Have you seen this woman?

- Tess Laughty?
- Have you seen this woman?

Is she in here? Have you seen this girl?

Have you seen Casey Laughty?

- Excuse me. Have you seen this woman?
- No.

- Do you know this girl?
- Sir, have you seen her?

- Aah! No!
- Stay on the ground!

No, no!

Stay on the ground, Casey.

No! No!

Why you wanna bust me, bitch?!

I'm not a connection!

We're not here for that.

We're here to tell you
your mother's passed away.

We're real sorry for your loss.

Damn.

Who's watching your kid, Casey, huh?

Who's watching Gunnar?

Your mother took custody of him
when you went to Brockbridge.

I stayed clean my whole pregnancy,

but my mom took him anyway.

Got him into That Learning Place.

Call The Place.

What place is that?

The Place for freaky kids

who have to be fed through a tube.

You don't answer your pager?

The two victims...
They both had kids with...

Special Needs.
David Bird and Gunnar Verde.

Later. There's another body.

Same wounds. Same everything.

Esquivel, you're with us.

Starling, you stay here on the desk.

Sir, is there a problem
with my performance?

I don't know yet.

I got a call from your therapist,

who's concerned that you
might genuinely flip out.

I'm trying to protect you, Starling.

From whom, sir?

From yourself.

The AG is keeping press off scene.

Your services aren't needed tonight.

She found something
none of us were even looking for.

Good. I'll hear it later.

Is she beginning to trust you?

I don't know. Maybe.

I trust her.

Look, I need a read on Starling.

Do I put Clarke on her?

Or is this something you can handle?

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Hello.

Hi. It's Clarice Starling, ma'am.

- I had a message you...
- It's Catherine.

Catherine?

Hello.

Hello?

Catherine?

I didn't know how else
to get you to call me back.

I've been calling you.

I haven't had a lot of time lately.

Yeah, my mom has you pretty busy.

Yeah.

Is it you can't look at me?

'Cause I remind you of him?

Uh, Catherine, can I help you?

Can you help me?

Precious!

Catherine...

is that Precious?

I saw you on the news yesterday,
talking about dead women.

Is there another one like Bill
out there?

I'm sorry. I can't discuss the details.

I need to know if it was real.

Sometimes, I don't know if I dreamed it.

There's no one else I can ask.

You're the only one, Clarice.

Do you remember the first thing
you said to me?

I said...

FBI! You're safe.

That was a lie.

I'll never be safe.

Neither will you.

Do you remember the mannequins
and the autopsy table?

You saw that, right?

Help me!

Yeah, I saw it.

Oh, and the way he talked.

Now it places the lotion in the basket.

That strangled voice, when he...

I heard his voice, Catherine.

Can you sleep?

Or do moths wake you up?

How are you out there in the world?

We're different people.

No. We're exactly the same.

You think you can rewrite
the story, but you can't.

My mother?

You can't trust anything she says.

There's no one for you.

Just me.

Starling?

Esquivel?

Yeah. I'm on-scene.

Latest victim ID's as Sandra Bishop. 40.

Nothing demographically
like the other two, except...

lady next door said she had a daughter

who was born with pretty
severe facial deformities.

The child lives in a clinic
up in Connecticut.

Casey Laughty's son
needed a feeding tube.

And David Bird has autism.

Maybe something caused it.

Caused all of it.

All the women are linked by their kids.

Frank Bird's
our best connection to them.

We gotta go speak to him again.

Does Krendler know you're here?

He said to bring
some samples to the lab.

I did that.

You know, for the record,
he told me to watch you.

What did you tell him?

I didn't tell him anything.

I'm telling you.

- No, I'm not.
- Okay.

I counted them.

Are you really gonna have 514 children?

If nothing happens, yes.

Of course, they won't show up
till next spring.

He used to watch
"Charlotte's Web" with Angie.

Keeps him calm.

When is he not calm, Mr. Bird?

When Angie gets migraines.

She gets, uh...

I just don't have any pep anymore.

Got them a lot. Her pain upset him.

You know, there are plenty
of medications for migraines.

Did she take any?

Sir, if you know anything,

anything that could help me find out

who took your wife from you,

please tell me now.

She was in a trial.

For migraines.

A clinical trial?

But a lot of the kids of those women...

turned out to be...

messed up in different ways.

Angie wanted to reach out to them.

Mr. Bird, secrets won't help here.

Look, I can't.

We signed an informed consent.

We settled.

May I have permission

to look through
your wife's personal things?

She changes the baby.

She keeps the house.

They're traditional.

So if she's gonna hide something,

it would be somewhere...

he wouldn't look.

We were just talking about secrets.

Oh, yeah?

Hey, David.

I'm Clarice.

I think these were your mom's.

Did your dad know about these?

Or a lady named Rebecca?

Do you know Rebecca?

Rebecca Clark-Sherman's
a reporter at The Herald,

and she wrote a piece in 1991

exposing glycol ethers in cosmetics.

Angela Bird was reaching out to her

about a clinical trial for migraines.

And the third victim... Sandra Bishop.

Neighbor says that when she
sent her daughter away,

it broke her heart in 17 places.

She couldn't let that be the end of it.

And there was a Bible verse
on her fridge...

"I will be with thy mouth, and
teach thee what thou shalt say."

I know that verse...

It's about speaking truth.

The children
couldn't speak for themselves.

Bird said his wife
was reaching out to the others.

Oh, God.

They're all breaking the quiet.

They're all whistleblowers.

So who ran those trials?

When you find out,
give me their names...

They're going in the book.

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This is getting worse
than if it was a crazy guy.

It always gets worse.

It's 102 Somersby.

100... that's it.

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Whoa. Hold up.

That Jeep doesn't have any plates.

What?

- What the hell?
- I was a counter sniper.

Had to figure out where
the other guy was gonna be

or everybody'd be dead.

Smoke it all the way to
the butt, pinch it dead.

This is how the Special Forces guys

field-strip their cigarettes.

They definitely don't make
wounds that kiss.

He's in the house.

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Oh, God, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

Clarice! Up here!

Esquivel?!

Go! I've got her! Go! Go!

Halt. FBI.

You're not crazy.

Crazy men don't stage
a suicide, you son of a bitch.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can be used
against you in a court of law.

You have... no idea what this is.

You're gonna tell me who paid you

to kill those three women.

Give me their names!

Get me a deal.

Rebecca, were Angela Bird,
Tess Laughty, and Sandra Bishop

gonna talk to you about the trials?

- The clinical trials?
- Agent.

Agent, we have to go now.

Thank you for what you did.

Yes, ma'am. I understand.

Explain yourself.

Sir, that man is a professional.

He was contracted to kill
Rebecca Clark-Sherman...

to make it look like a suicide

so we wouldn't connect it to the others.

- We got him before he...
- I didn't ask you.

He wants a deal, sir.

He was paid to clean up after
some kind of clinical trial.

Those women were whistleblowers,

and Clark-Sherman
was gonna tell their story.

Can you prove any of this?

Not yet.

Starling.

Do you know how you sound?

Yes. Like an agent of the FBI.

We don't make deals.

Sir, he's spooked
someone will get to him.

- He wants to talk now.
- It's not your call.

You will go to the press,
and you will tell them

that these murders were
the work of a serial killer.

We caught him. We're locking him away.

They can go back to their lives, safe.

Safe?

These were not random victims
of a random crazy man.

They were trying to speak up.

Why are you so unwilling
to consider that?

Of course I'm considering it.

That is another one
of the many assumptions

you've been making since we met.

What I'm not willing to do
is put the lives of my team

on the line based on
the feelings of a junior agent

who consistently presumes
she knows better.

That's how people get hurt.

Now, we'll investigate the
conspiracy angle without you.

Pull yourself together
and get out there.

What's his name?

Is it an ongoing investigation?

Clarice, can you
give us any more details?

I grew up in Kanawha County,
West Virginia.

And when I was about 8 years old,

a member of the school board
tried to ban some books.

I was just a kid, but I went
to my pastor and I asked him,

"Whose stories are worth telling?

Whose are worth hearing?"

And he said, "Never let anyone
decide that for you."

Tonight, thanks to the Metro
Police and the ViCAP Task Force,

we got the guy,

the man who murdered Angela Bird,

Tess Laughty, Sandra Bishop,

and tried to murder
Rebecca Clark-Sherman.

- Clarice!
- Can you ID the serial killer for us?

What's his name?

Angela Bird,
Tess Laughty, Sandra Bishop,

and Rebecca Clark-Sherman...

Their names are more important.

And they were not random victims
of a serial killer.

They died trying to tell a story.

A story that isn't over.

This wasn't a serial killer?

Is it an ongoing investigation?

Will you be staying on in
Washington full time, Clarice?

I'll be here until we close the book.