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[ Water gurgling ]

[ Ticking ]

Therapist: Clarice.

I thought it was done.

[ Electricity crackles,
flash bulbs pop ]

Buffalo Bill took seven women.

[ Dog barking ]

He skinned six --

six of them.

[ Pop music plays]

I saved one --

the last one...

Catherine.

[ Screams ]

Clarice:
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.

[ Camera shutters clicking ]

Such a sad, strange anniversary.

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

[ Reporters shouting ]

[ Camera shutters clicking ]

♪♪

When I came out of Justice,

they were all just...
everywhere.

[ Shouting continues ]

♪♪

Sorry you had to
see this here, Clarice.

It was left
in my waiting area.

The press can't seem tolet you go.

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

The checkout lady
at the Safeway

asked me to autograph
a melon.

[ Chuckles ]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??"

[ Gunshot ]

[ Gasps ]

♪♪

There were no survivors.

But youwere
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 beendeflecting 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?

[ Water gurgling ]

I'll put it another way --

What do you do
with all yourrage?

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?

[ Knock on door ]

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.

♪ There's power in the blood

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

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.

Woman:The Attorney General

will be making
a statement later.

In the meantime, you can sittight 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.

Congratulationson your appointment, ma'am.

It ruffled
some feathers.

I'm -- I'm real sorryto 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 criteriaaround that designation.

I'm not having this again.

Ma'am, am I here to consultfor 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 familyever goes through what ours did.

Ma'am, respectfully, there areagents with years of experience.

You think
you're not ready?

I'm just saying thatthere 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.

[ Breathes deeply ]

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 BehavioralSciences 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.

[ Breathes deeply ]

I ask you,

will you please
start returning her calls?

Paul Krendler
will meet you on the scene

with the ViCAP team.

[ "Jesus, Thou Art the Sinner's
Friend" plays ]

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

♪ Jesus, thou art...

[ Reporters shouting ]

[ Camera shutters clicking ]

♪ ...the sinner's friend

♪ As such I look to Thee

♪ As such...

[ Radio chatter ]

Paul, she's here.

♪ ...I look...

[ Helicopter blades whirring ]

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.

♪ Now in the...

[ Radio chatter continues ]

They don't really come
in your size.

♪ ...of thy love

[ Camera shutter clicks ]♪ O Lord, remember me

Are you the girl?

♪ Remember thy...

[ Camera shutter clicking ]

Krendler: Okay.

Stab wounds.
Bite marks.

Looks like a serial guy
to me.

[ Camera shutter clicks ]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 profilebefore 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.

[ Helicopter blades whirring ]

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.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[ Click ]Okay, recording.

African-American female.

[ Camera shutter clicking ]

Mid-20s.

Nude.

Muzzle stamp -- left temple.

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

Left hand broken
at the wrist.

Could be postmortem.

Engagement/wedding set,
left ring finger.

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

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.

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

♪♪

Let's, uh...

Let's set her free.

♪ There is power, power,
wonder-working power ♪

♪ In the blood

♪ Of the Lamb

♪ There is power, power,
wonder-working power ♪

♪ In the precious blood
of the Lamb ♪

Krendler:
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.

Tripathi:
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?

[ Clears throat ]

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.

♪♪

Krendler:
Clarke, get her to the morgue.

[ Clears throat ]
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?

♪♪

Michelle: 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.

Marcus: Is that why
Agent Starling was brought in?

Special Agent Starling will
answer that question herself.

Clarice, do you thinkyou have a special
connection to serial --

Man: Agent Starling!

[ Reporters shouting ]

[ Distorted shouting ]

[ Camera shutters clicking ]

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.

Michelle:
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?

[ Flash bulbs pop ]

Yes.

[ Reporters shouting ]

[ Thunder rumbling ]

♪♪

[ Sighs ]

[ Keys jingle ]

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 againstthe Attorney General
of the United States.

For kidnapping you.

I saw you on TV.

How bad was it?

♪♪

It was bad.

[ Sighs ]

You did the shopping.

I wanted to contribute.

How am I supposed to
alphabetize?

I bought Twizzlers.

That's
a whole nother letter.

[ Laughs ]

[ Dryer buzzes ]

♪♪

So...[ Dryer door closes ]

...she pulled you
out of the basement

kicking and screaming, huh?
-[ Sighs ]

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 [Sighs]

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, becauseof the wounds.

They're...

desperately random.

Ardelia, this guy
is cold as hell,

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

[ Siren wails in distance ]

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.

[ Gasps ]

The hell?

[ Laughter ]

Peterson: A little lotion
for you, Starling.

You just gotta rub it
on your skin a little.

Keep it smooth!

Put it in the basket.

[ Drawer slams ]I'll call you back.

Welcome to the FBI,
Starling.

Yeah, welcome to
the Bureau.

That was messed up.

Look, no one from ourteam 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.

[ Sighs ] 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?

[ Scoffs ]
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?

[ Chuckles ]

Why the Santas?
Frosting.

[ Bettie Serveert's
"Tom Boy" plays]

You got older siblings?

I'm guessing sisters?

Yeah. Uh, two.
Why?

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

[ Laughing ] Oh.

[ Laughs ]

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.

♪ When they call out...♪

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

I have absolutely no idea
what that is.

[ Baby fussing ]

Bird: 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?

[ Fussing continues ]

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"
plays]

♪ 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.[ Engine starts ]

[ Lighter clicks ]

♪♪

Clarice: Excuse me, sir.
Have you seen this woman?

Tess Laughty?Have you seenthis 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?

♪♪

[ Indistinct conversation ]

♪♪

[ Whistles ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[ Breathing heavily ]

♪♪

[ Groans ]

♪♪

♪♪

Aah!

♪♪

Aah! Aah!

Aah! No!
Stay on the ground!

No, no!

Stay on the ground, Casey.[ Handcuffs clicking ]

No! 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.

[ Buzzer ]

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?

Krendler:
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.

♪♪

♪♪

Esquivel:
She found something

none of us
were even looking for.

Krendler: 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?

[ Indistinct conversations,
camera shutter clicking ]

♪♪

♪♪

[ Keypad beeping ]

[ Line ringing ]

Woman: Hello.

It's Clarice Starling,
ma'am.

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

[ Screams ]

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?

[ Breathes sharply ]
Uh, Catherine, can I help you?

Can you helpme?

[ Dog barking ]Buffalo Bill: Precious!

Catherine...

is that Precious?

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

Is there another one like Bill out there?

[ Camera shutter clicking ]

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.

[ Pop music plays, fades]

There's no one else I can ask.

You're the only one, Clarice.

[ Flash bulb popping ]

Do you remember the first thing you said to me?

I said...

Clarice: 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.

Buffalo Bill: Now it places
the lotion in the basket.

That strangled voice,
when he --

I heard his voice,
Catherine.

Can you sleep?

[ Gasps ]

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.

[ Receiver slams ]

[ Gasping ]

[ Sniffles ]

[ Ring ]

Esquivel: 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.

[ Brakes squeal ]

[ Engine shuts off ]

Does Krendler know
you're here?[ Car door opens, closes ]

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.

Charlotte: 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.

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

Keeps him calm.

When is he not calm,
Mr. Bird?

When Angie gets migraines.

[ Breathes deeply ]

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?

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[ Doors squeak ]

[ Sighs ]

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.

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Esquivel: 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?

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Ardelia:
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, andteach 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.

[ Receiver clicks ]

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

It always gets worse.

Clarice:
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.

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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.

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He's in the house.

[ Door slams open ]

[ Floorboards creaking ]

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[ Creaking ]

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[ Steam hissing, lid rattling ]

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[ Door creaks ]

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[ Door creaks ]

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Oh, God, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

Clarice! Up here!

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Esquivel?!

[ Glass shatters ]

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[ Gun thuds ]

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[ Glass shatters ]

♪♪

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

Halt. FBI.

♪♪

[ Coughing ]

♪♪

[ Breathing heavily ]

♪♪

[ Gun thuds, glass shatters ]

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♪♪

[ Gunshots ]

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[ Breathing raggedly ]

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[ Breathing heavily ]

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!

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Get me a deal.

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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.

[ Gurney clacks ]

[ Siren chirping ]

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.

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[ Indistinct shouting,
camera shutters clicking ]

Woman: What's his name?

[ Shouting continues ]

Woman: Is it
an ongoing investigation?

Woman #2: Clarice, can you
give us any more details?

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[ Camera shutters clicking ]

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.

[ Reporters shouting ]

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