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Sometimes Dr Lecter and I
would talk...

when things got quiet enough...

about the science courses
I was takin'.

Some kind of mail-order courses
in psychology, Nurse Barney?

No, sir.

I don't consider psychology
a science...

and neither did Dr Lecter.

Now, Barney...

while you were working
at the asylum...

you observed Clarice Starling
and Hannibal Lecter interacting.

Interacting?

Talking to one another.

Yes.
Yes, it seemed to me that they...

I can see you're eager to justify
your consulting fee...

but why don't we start
with what you saw...

not what you thought about
what you saw?

Cordell, don't be like that.
Barney can give us his opinion.

Barney, give us your opinion
of what you saw.

What was it between them?

Most of the time, Dr Lecter
didn't respond at all to visitors.

He'd just, for instance,
open his eyes long enough...

to insult some academic
who was there to look over him.

With Starling,
he answered her questions.

She interested him.
She intrigued him.

He thought she was charming
and amusing.

So Clarice Starling
and Hannibal Lecter...

became friendly.

Inside a kind of formal structure,
yes.

And he was fond of her.

Yes.

Thank you, Barney.

Thank you very much
for your candour.

And keep all those wonderful items...

from your personal Lecter
treasure trove coming.

I've enjoyed them immensely.

Mr Verger.

Oh, I almost forgot.

I might be able to get a cookie down.
What do you say, Cordell?

I think it would kill you.

- How much?
- Two hundred and fifty.

Thousand.

Cut a cheque for $250,000.

How can she sleep
at a time like this?

She's on a jump-out squad all night.
She's saving her strength.

We got some guy named Bolton
from the DC Police.

All right, everyone.
Pay attention. Here's the layout.

Excuse me.
I'm Officer Bolton, DC Police.

I can see that from your badge.
How do you do?

I'm in charge here.

Officer Bolton,
I'm Special Agent Starling.

Just so we don't get off
on the wrong foot...

let me explain
why we're all here.

I'm here because I know Evelda Drumgo.
I arrested her twice on RICO warrants.

DEA and ATF, in addition
to backing me up...

are here for the drugs
and the weapons.

You're here because our mayor
wants to appear tough on drugs...

especially after his own
cocaine conviction...

and hopes he can accomplish that
by having you join us here today.

You got a smart mouth, lady.

If you wouldn't mind, I'd appreciate it
if you'd let me continue.

All right, take a look.

Fish market.
Back's on the water.

Across the street, ground floor,
is the meth lab.

Evelda Drumgo's HIV positive.

She will spit and bite if cornered,
so you should watch it.

If you happen to be the one
who puts her in a patrol car...

in front of the news cameras, Bolton,
you don't wanna push her head down.

She'll likely have a needle
in her hair.

We want to take her inside the building,
not out in the street.

We can get closest with the van.

If it looks good, on my signal
we hit the front, DEA hits the back...

DCPD backin'them up.

She'll have her watchers out
at least three blocks around.

They've tipped her before in time, so
let's not make spectacles of ourselves.

- Pretty busy today.
- I agree.

Can I please get
a cup of coffee?

- Did you see that?
- That's a roger.

What's up, man?

Goddam it. It's her.

With three guys.
They're all packin'.

She's carryin' something.
She's got a baby.

Hey, Brigham, it's too crowded.

There are too many people.
I say we call it off.

What do you say?

I agree.

All units, stand down.

- Whisky team copies.
- Burke copy.

This is Bolton.
Stay on target.

I said all units stand down, Bolton,
right now.

- It's too late. We're movin'in.
- Bolton, he said it's off.

Stand down now.

She's carrying a baby.
I repeat, she's carrying a baby.

All units stand down.

- Keep that gun down, Bolton.
- Damn, dude got a piece.

- Light his ass up.
- It's a go!

FBI! Down on the ground!

Hold it!

Hold your fire!

Don't!

Evelda, get out of the car!

Starling, is that you?

Step away from the car!

Show me your hands, Evelda.

Please.
Show me your hands.

How've you been?

Don't do this.

Do what?

It's all right. It's okay.

I know, I know. Baby, I know.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's all right.

Friends, family and coworkers
gathered here this morning...

at Arlington National Cemetery
to bury BA TF Agent John Brigham...

shot and killed in the line of duty
Friday. He was 40 years old.

This ill-fated drug raid that claimed
his life and five others...

is the latest in a seemingly
endless series of incidents...

beginning with Waco, Texas...

in which theJustice Department
and the FBI have been questioned...

about their use of firepower
rather than judgment.

This time it was FBI
Special Agent Clarice Starling...

heading up
the calamitous strike force.

Agent Starling attained some measure
of celebrity ten years ago...

when she was given information
by Dr Hannibal "The Cannibal"Lecter...

which led to the rescue
of Catherine Martin...

daughter of the former US senator
from Tennessee.

When she returns to work this week,
she won't be so celebrated.

Attorney Telford Higgins, representing
one of the families of those slain...

says he will file
a wrongful-death suit.

Cordell!

- Yes, sir.
- Get me the justice Department.

Agent Starling?

This is John Eldridge from DEA.
Assistant Director Noonan, you know.

Larkin Wayne from our Office
of Professional Responsibility.

Bob Sneed, ATF.

Benny Holcombe, assistant to the mayor.
And Paul Krendler.

You know Paul.
Paul's come over from justice...

unofficially,
as a favour to us.

In other words, he's here,
and he's not here.

So I take it you've seen the coverage
in the papers and on television?

I have nothing to do with the news,
Mr Krendler.

The woman had a baby in her arms.

There are pictures. You could
see the problem, I would think.

Not in her arms.
In a carrier across her chest.

In her arms she had a MAC-10.

Look, we're here to help you,
Starling.

It's gonna be a hell of a lot harder
to do with a combative attitude.

Can I speak freely, Mr Pearsall?

Your agency called this office to get me
assigned to help you on this raid.

I tried to do that.

I clearly expressed my judgment
and was ignored.

And now a good agent and a friend
is dead.

You shot and killed five people
out there, Agent Starling.

Is that how you define
good judgment?

This raid was an ugly mess.

I ended up in a position
where I had a choice of dying...

or shooting a woman
carrying a child.

I chose.

I shot her.

I killed a mother
holding her child.

And I regret it.
I resent myself for it.

Gentlemen, I'm going
to call a halt to this meeting...

and get back to you individually
by phone.

That was a waste of time.

You have a secret admirer, Starling.

He isn't much to look at,
but he does have friends in high places.

Remember Mason Verger?

Lecter's fourth victim.

The rich one.

The only one that survived.

He says he has some new information
on Lecter he'll only share with you.

What do you mean, only share it with me?
You want it, seize it.

- I'd rather not.
- I wasn't speaking to you.

When I speak to you, you'll know it
because I'll look at you.

Why would we rather not?

The last time he called was when we took
Lecter off the Ten Most Wanted List.

He was upset about that.
We said, "Hey, that's life."

He said, "This is a Senate
Oversight Committee...

to make your life miserable. "

His family's political contributions
may not be enough...

to buy a senator...

but they are enough
to rent them from time to time.

There's no reason to go through that
if he really does have something new.

It's a good deal for you, Starling.
You can't pretend it isn't.

Get to go back
on a celebrated case.

I'll take care of the media
for your Drumgo killing.

Everyone's gonna be happy.

I'm not happy.

Well, maybe you're incapable
of being happy.

Mr. Krendler...

out on the street, you know you might
take a bullet in the line of duty.

You accept it, or you get out.

You live with it.

What you don't expect or accept...

is taking one in the back
in your boss's office...

for doing your job
exactly as they've taught you.

That makes you unhappy.

Of course you're right, Starling...

but it doesn't change anything.

It changes everything.
It changes me.

Hi, I'm Cordell Doemling,
Mr Verger's private physician.

How do you do?

If you'd be so kind
as to park down at the end.

One's eyes adjust to the darkness.

Mr Verger,
Agent Starling is here.

Good morning, Mr Verger.

Was that a Mustang
I heard out there?

Yes, it was.

Five-litre?

Yes.

Fast.

Cordell, I think
you can leave us now.

I thought I might stay.
Perhaps I could be useful.

You could be useful
seeing about my lunch.

I'll attach this microphone to your
clothing or pillow, if that's okay.

By all means.

Here, this should make it easier.

You know, I thank God...

for what happened.

It was my salvation.

Have you accepted jesus,
Agent Starling?

- Do you have faith?
- I was raised Lutheran.

That's not what I asked.

This is Special Agent
Clarice Starling, 51 43690...

deposing Mason R. Verger on March 20,
sworn and attested.

I want to tell you about summer camp.
It was a wonderful childhood experience.

- We can get to that later.
- We can get to it now.

You see, it all comes to bear.

It was a Christian camp
my father founded...

for poor, unfortunate, cast-off
little boys and girls...

who would do anything
for a candy bar.

Mr Verger, I don't need to know
about the sex offences.

It's all right.
I have immunity from the US Attorney.

And I have immunity...

from the risen jesus.

And nobody beats the Riz.

Had you ever seen Dr Lecter before the
court assigned you to him for therapy?

What do you mean?

Socially?

It is what I mean, yes,
if you don't mind talking about it.

No, not at all.
I'm not ashamed.

- I didn't say you should be.
- No, we met conventionally...

as doctor and patient.

How did he end up at your house?

I invited him, of course...

to my pied-�-terre.

I came to the door
in my nicest come-hither outfit.

I was concerned...

that he'd be afraid of me.

But he didn't seem to be
afraid of me.

That's almost funny now.

I showed him my toys...

my noose set-up,
among other things.

It's where you sort of hang yourself,
but not really.

It feels good while you...

well, you know.

Anyway...

- he said, "Mason..."
- Mason, would you like a popper?

And I said, "Would I? Oh, wow!"

Once that kicked in,
I was flying.

He said,
"Mason, show me how you smile...

to gain the confidence
of a child. "

When I smiled...

he said,
"Oh, I see how you do it."

The good doctor approached me
with a piece of broken mirror.

"Try this."

Try peeling off your face...

And feeding it to the dogs.

No, I can still see it.

Try again.

No, I'm afraid not.

That's entertainment

Well, it seemed like
a good idea at the time.

You indicated to me that you'd received
some kind of new information.

Where did this come from?

Buenos Aires.
I received it two weeks ago.

Where's the package it came in?

Good question. There was nothing
written on it of interest.

Did we throw it out?

Yes, I'm afraid we did.

Oh, dear.
You think it'll help?

I hope so.

I hope it'll help you catch him...

to help cleanse the stigma
of your recent dishonour.

Thank you. That's all I need.

Did you find some rapport
with Dr Lecter...

in your talks at the asylum?

I know I did
while I was peeling.

We exchanged information
in a civil way.

But always through the glass.

Yes.

- Isn't it funny?
- What's that?

You can look at my face...

but you shied when I said
the name of God.

- Finding what you want?
- Are you sure this is all of it?

That's all there is now.

There was more, but it's been picked
over little by little over the years.

You know, this stuff's worth
a lot of money in certain circles.

It's kind of like the cocaine
that disappears around here...

little by little.

Hey, Barney.

Remember me?

Would you agree for the record,
Agent Starling...

that I've not been read my rights?

I have not Mirandized Barney.
He is unaware of his rights.

So when you turned Dr Lecter over
to the Tennessee police...

They weren't civil to him.
They're all dead now.

They only survived his company
three days.

You survived him
six years at the asylum.

How'd you do that?
It wasn't just being civil.

Yes, it was.

Did you ever think, after he escaped,
he might come after you?

No.

He once told me that,
whenever feasible...

he preferred to eat the rude.

"Free-range rude," he called 'em.
What about you?

You ever think he might come after you?
You ever think about him at all?

At least 30 seconds of every day.
I can't help it.

He's always with me,
like a bad habit.

Do you know what happened to his stuff...
his books, papers, drawings?

Everything got thrown away
when the place closed.

Cutbacks.

I just found out that Dr Lecter's
signed copy of TheJoy of Cooking...

sold to a private collector
for $ 1 6,000.

It was probably a fake.

The seller's affidavit of ownership
was signed "Karen Phlox."

Do you know Karen Phlox?
You should.

She filled out your employment
application, but signed it "Barney."

Same thing on your tax returns.

You want the book?
Maybe I can get it back.

I want the X ray of Lecter's arm
you broke in the attack on that nurse...

and everything else you've got.

We used to talk about
a lot of things at night...

after the screamin'
finally died down.

We talked about you sometimes.
You wanna know what he said?

Go get the X ray.

I'm not a bad guy.

I didn't say you were.

Dr Chilton was a bad guy.

After your first visit, he started
taping your conversations with Lecter.

These are valuable.

Go on now.

You've grieved long enough.

And what'd he say?

What'd he say about me
late at night?

He was talking about
inherited, hardwired behaviour.

He was using genetics
in the roller pigeons as an example.

They fly up in the air, roll backwards
in a display, fallin' to the ground.

There are shallow rollers,
and there are deep rollers.

You can't breed two deep rollers...

or their young, their offspring,
will roll all the way down...

hit and die.

Agent Starling is a deep roller,
Barney.

Let us hope one of her parents
was not.

Surely the odd confluence of events
hasn't escaped you, Clarice.

Jack Crawford dangles you
in front of me...

then I give you a bit of help.

Do you think it's because
I like to look at you...

and imagine how good
you would taste...

Clarice?

I don't know. Is it?

I've been in this room
for eight years now, Clarice.

I know they will never, ever
let me out while I'm alive.

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 federal institution
far away from Dr Chilton.

The Capponi correspondence
goes back to the 13th century.

Dr Fell might hold in his hand...

his non-Italian hand...

a note from Dante Alighieri himself.

But would he recognize it?
I think not.

Gentlemen, you have examined him
in medieval Italian...

and I will not deny
that his language is admirable...

for a straniero.

But is he acquainted
with the personalities...

of the pre-Renaissance Firenze?

I think not.

What if he came upon a note
in the Capponi library...

say from Guido di Cavalcanti?

Would he recognize that?
I think not.

They're still arguing?

Sogliato wants the job
for his nephew.

But the scholars seem satisfied
with the temporary guy they appointed.

If he's such an expert on Dante...

let him lecture on Dante
to the Studiolo.

- Let him face them if he can.
- I look forward to it.

Very well. On the 1 4th.

Dr Fell?

Chief Inspector Rinaldo Pazzi
of the questura.

Commendatore,
how can I be of service?

Sorry. I'm investigating
the disappearance...

of your predecessor,
Signor di Bonaventura.

- I was wondering if...
- "Predecessor" implies I have the job.

Unfortunately, I don't.
Not yet, though I am hopeful.

They are letting me look after
the library for a stipend.

The officers who first checked...

didn't find any sort of farewell
or suicide note.

I was wondering if you...

If I come across anything in the Capponi
library stuffed in a drawer or book...

I'll call you at once.

Thank you.

You've been reassigned.

Pardon?

You were on the II Mostro case,
I'm sure I read.

- Yes, that's right.
- Now you're on this.

This is much less grand a case,
I would think.

Well, if I thought of my work
in those terms...

yes, I guess I'd agree.

- A missing person.
- Sorry?

Were you unfairly dismissed from
the grander case, or did you deserve it?

Regarding this one, Dr Fell...

are the signore's personal effects
still at the Palazzo?

Packed neatly in four cases
with an inventory.

Alas, no note.

I'll send someone over to pick them up.
Thank you for your help.

Hey, thanks.

How's it going? Any leads?

Yeah, they're all leads.
They just don't lead to him.

I don't know how you live
with this stuff.

Oh, God.

This is from the Guinness Book
of World Records congratulating me...

on being the female FBI agent
who has shot and killed the most people.

Would you excuse me, please?

Sure.

Dear Clarice...

I've followed with enthusiasm the course
of your disgrace and public shaming.

My own never bothered me
except for the inconvenience...

of being incarcerated.

But you may lack perspective.

In our discussions
down in the dungeon...

it was apparent to me that your father,
the dead night watchman...

figures largely
in your value system.

I think your success in putting an end
to Jame Gumb's career as a couturier...

pleased you most because you could
imagine your father being pleased.

But now, alas,
you're in bad odour with the FBI.

Do you imagine your daddy
being shamed by your disgrace?

Do you see him
in his plain pine box...

crushed by your failure...

the sorry, petty end
of a promising career?

What is worst
about this humiliation, Clarice?

Is it how your failure will reflect
on your mommy and daddy?

Is your worst fear that people
will now and forever believe...

they were indeed just good old
trailer-camp...

tornado-bait white trash...

and that perhaps you are too?

By the way, I couldn't help noticing
on the FBI's rather dull web site...

that I've been hoisted from the Bureau's
archives of the common criminal...

and elevated to the more prestigious
Ten Most Wanted List.

Is this coincidence,
or are you back on the case?

If so, goody goody, because
I need to come out of retirement...

and return to public life.

I imagine you sitting
in a dark basement room...

bent over papers
and computer screens.

Is that accurate?

Please tell me truly,
Special Agent Starling.

Regards, your old pal,
Hannibal Lecter, MD.

PS: Clearly this new assignment
is not your choice.

Rather, I suppose,
it is part of the bargain.

But you accepted it, Clarice.

Yourjob is to craft my doom...

so I'm not sure how well
I should wish you...

but I'm sure
we'll have a lot of fun.

Ta-ta.

"H."

On the letter...

there's one partial fingerprint here.

- Not enough to hold up in court.
- I know it's him.

Where he was when he wrote it
is what I need.

Well, the paper isn't gonna help.

Yes, it's linen fibre,
yes, it's on the expensive side...

but it's not so rare that you won't find
it in a thousand stationery stores...

throughout the world.

It's the same with the ink,
and the same with the wax.

And your Las Vegas postmark?

You can check it out, but I'll bet you
it came from a remailing service.

Las Vegas would be
the last place he'd be.

It'd be an assault
on his sense of taste.

Don't you feel eyes
moving over your body, Clarice?

I hardly see how you couldn't.

And don't your eyes move
over the things you want?

All right, then. Tell me how.

No.

It's your turn to tell me, Clarice.

You don't have any more vacations
to sell on Anthrax Island.

Quid pro quo, Clarice.

I tell you things,
you tell me things.

Not about this case.
About yourself.

Quid pro quo.

Yes or no, Clarice?

Hand cream.

Raw ambergris base.

Tennessee lavender.

Trace of something else.

Fleece.

Lovely.

- What's ambergris?
- Ambergris is a whale product.

Alas, much as we'd like to,
we can't import it.

Endangered Species Act.

- Where isn't it illegal?
- Japan, of course.

Couple of places in Europe.

You'd almost certainly find it
somewhere in Paris...

Rome, Amsterdam.

Maybe London.

This bouquet was hand-engineered
to someone's specifications.

- Is there a way of knowing which shops?
- Of course. We'll give you a list.

It'll be short.

I need opera tickets.

I don't think I got any on me.

It's sold out,
whatever it's called.

It's the pretty, young wife with the
ever-open beak who needs opera tickets.

- Benetti.
- What?

Rewind it.

I can't rewind it.
I'm making a copy. I'm recording.

What is this?

Security camera from a perfume shop
in Via Della Scala.

FBI, through Interpol,
requested a copy.

- Why?
- They didn't say.

- They didn't say?
- No. It was actually kind of weird.

They were making a point
not to say.

- Are we going to the opera?
- Yes.

Sorry. Yes, we are going.

You got tickets?

No, but I will. In fact,
I was just about to look here.

Please, not the back row.
I would like to see it this time.

Nowhere near the back row...

no matter what the cost.

Tell me, Clarice,
would you want to harm...

those who forced you
to consider it, though?

It's perfectly okay to admit it.

It's perfectly au naturel...

to want to taste the enemy.

It just feels so good.
Tell me, Clarice.

What is your worst memory
of childhood?

- Jesus, Starling!
- Can I help you, Mr Krendler?

What are you doing
sitting there in the dark?

Thinking about cannibalism.

People in justice are thinking too.
You know that?

They're thinking, "What exactly
is she doing about Lecter?"

Aren't you curious
why he dines on his victims?

What's the point of that?

Are you writing a book
or are you catching a crook?

To show his contempt
for those who exasperate him.

Or sometimes to perform
a public service.

In the case of the flautist,
Benjamin Raspail...

he did it to improve the sound of
the Baltimore Philharmonic Orchestra...

serving the not-so-talented flute
player's sweetbreads to the board...

with a nice Montrachet
at $ 700 a bottle.

Wow.

That meal began with green oysters
from the Gironde...

followed by the sweetbreads,
a sorbet...

and then you can read here
in Gourmet Cuisine:

"A notable dark and glossy ragout,
the constituents never determined."

I always figured him
for a queer.

Why would you say that, Paul?

All this artsy-fartsy stuff.

Chamber music, tea-party food.
Not that I mean anything personal...

if you've got a lot of sympathy
for those people.

What I came to impress
upon you, Starling...

is I better see cooperation.

There are no little fiefdoms here.

I want to be copied
on every 302, you understand?

If you work with me...

then your so-called career here
might improve.

If you don't,
then all I have to do...

is draw a line through your name
rather than under it...

and it's over.

Paul, what is it with you?

I told you to go home to your wife.
That was wrong?

What? Don't flatter yourself,
Starling.

That was a long time ago.

Why would I hold that
against you?

And besides...

this town is full
of cornpone, country pussy.

That said...

I wouldn't mind having a go with you
right now, if you want to reconsider.

In the gym, anytime. No pads.

Is it possible it went out
with the regular mail?

No, I overnighted it to you.
I filled out the slip myself.

This was the day after your request.

I did it right away.
I don't understand what happened.

You should have it by now.

I don't.
Can you send me another one?

Sure, I'll make another copy
especially for you.

Agent Clarice? Is that right?
Can I call you Clarice?

Agent Starling.

I'd appreciate it.
What's your name?

My name is Franco Benetti.

Agent Franco Benetti.

- Thank you very much, Agent Benetti.
- Okay.

- So I'll send you tomorrow?
- All right.

Bye-bye.

Nothin', huh?

Nothin' yet.
Still waitin' on Florence and London.

The number you have dialled
is not in service at this time.

Please check the number...

Yes?

I have information
about Hannibal Lecter.

Have you shared your information
with the police, sir?

I'm required
to encourage you to do so.

Is the reward payable
under special circumstances?

May I suggest you contact
an attorney...

before taking any possibly
illegal action?

There's one in Geneva
who's excellent in these matters.

May I give you his toll-free number?

The number is 004123317.

Thank you for calling.

Yes. I was just speaking
with someone who suggested...

There's a $ 100,000 advance.

To qualify for the advance...

a fingerprint must be provided,
in situ, on an object.

Once the print
has been positively identified...

the balance of the money
will be placed in escrow...

at Geneve Credit Suisse...

and may be viewed at any time
subject to 24-hour prior notification.

To repeat the message in French,
press two.

In Spanish, press three.
In German...

Dr Fell, it's Inspector Pazzi.

Yes, I can see you.

Come on up.

Dr Fell?

Snap.

I should have encouraged you
to bring someone along.

The cases are on the heavy side.

Maybe you could help me
with them.

Just down the stairs, I mean.

Yeah.

This way.

Here we are.

- Is that the inventory?
- Yes.

- May I see it?
- Of course.

You are a Pazzi
of the Pazzi family, I think.

Wasn't it at the Palazzo Vecchio
your ancestor was hanged?

Francesco de' Pazzi.

Yes, thrown naked with a noose
around his neck from a window.

Writhing and kicking
alongside the archbishop...

against the cold stone wall.

In fact, I found
a very nice rendering of it...

here in the library the other day.

If you like, perhaps
I could sneak it out for you.

I would think that might
jeopardize your chances...

for permanent appointment
to the curatorship.

Only if you told.

Remind me...
what was his crime?

He was accused of killing
Giuliano de' Medici.

Unjustly?

No, I don't think so.

Then he wasn't just accused.
He did it. He was guilty.

I think that would make living
in Florence with the name Pazzi...

uncomfortable,
even 500 years later.

Not really.

In fact, I can't remember
the last time...

before today...

someone brought it up.

People don't always tell you
what they're thinking.

They just see to it you don't...

advance in life.

I'm sorry, Commendatore.

I too often say what I'm thinking.

I'll be right back to help you.

You know, the room you're standing in
was built in the 15th century.

It's beautiful.

Yes, it is.

Unfortunately, I think...

the heating system was installed
about the same time.

- That's a pity.
- Yes.

Okey-dokey.
Let's drag these down.

Must be as heavy as bodies.

- And the set?
- Eight thousand.

Okay.

Hey, how much is this?

- Fifty thousand.
- I'll take it.

Well done.

When you go for his wallet,
he'll catch you by the wrist.

I have done this
a few times, Inspector.

Not like this.

If there isn't a clean print
on the bracelet...

you'll spend the summer
in a cell at the Sollicciano.

Give me the bracelet.

Wash your fucking hands.

He's coming.

I got it.

He grabbed me just right.

Tried to hit me in the balls.

But he missed.

Let me help you.

No. Don't.

Sixteen-point match, Mr Verger.

Bingo.

- Carlo?
- Mason?

Well, well, well.

- Am I coming to see you?
- Yes, soon, I hope.

But first I need you
to pack off the boys.

- Now?
- Yes, I know.

The day you never
thought would arrive has.

Now, Cordell will fax
the veterinary forms...

directly to
Animal and Plant Health...

but you need to get
the vet affidavits...

from Sardinia.

How are they?

They are big, Mason,
very big.

- Say again?
- Yeah, they are big, Mason.

Really big.
Maybe 270 kilos.

Oh, wow.

Can you hear?

They sound fantastic.

Super.

The full balance of the money is payable
upon receipt of the doctor, alive.

Of course, you won't have to
seize him yourself.

Rather, just point him out.

It's preferable to all concerned if
that's the extent of your involvement...

from this point.

I prefer to stay involved,
make sure things go right.

Professionals will see to that.

I am a professional.

Did you enjoy the performance,
Commendatore?

Very much.

Allegra, this is Dr Fell,
curator of the Capponi Library.

Signora Pazzi.

I'm honoured.

Are you from America,
Doctor?

Not originally.
I've travelled there.

I've always wanted to visit.
New England, especially.

I've enjoyed many
excellent meals there.

I noticed you wrapped up
in the libretto.

Thought this might amuse you.

Dante's first sonnet
from La Vita Nuova.

It's beautiful.

- Rinaldo, look at this.
- I can see.

"Joyous Love seemed to me...

the while he held
my heart in his hands...

and in his arms...

my lady lay asleep...

wrapped in a veil."

"He woke her then...

and trembling and obedient, she ate
that burning heart out of his hand.

Weeping, I saw him
then depart from me."

Dr Fell, do you believe a man could
become so obsessed with a woman...

from a single encounter?

Could he daily feel
a stab of hunger for her...

and find nourishment
in the very sight of her?

I think so.

But would she see through the bars
of his plight and ache for him?

- Please keep that.
- I couldn't.

I insist.

Goodbye.

- Let's get something to eat.
- Of course.

Why not?

Is that you, Doctor?

I'd like to speak with
Chief Inspector Rinaldo Pazzi, please.

This is Agent Clarice Starling
from the American FBI.

One moment.

- FBI.
- I'm not here.

Inspector Pazzi.

It's Agent Starling
from the FBI. How do you do?

Actually, I was just
leaving for the day.

- Can I call you back tomorrow?
- This won't take long.

First, thank you for sending us the
security tape from the perfume store.

When I say 'you, "I mean
your department... Agent Benetti.

Is he there?
Can I speak with him?

- I'm sorry. He's gone home.
- That's all right.

I should tell you this
rather than him anyway.

I'm late for
an important appointment.

The person I'm looking for,
Inspector...

who is indeed shown on that tape,
is Hannibal Lecter.

Who?

Dr Hannibal Lecter.
You've never heard of him?

- I'm not familiar.
- And the tape confirms...

that he is
or was recently in Florence.

- Really?
- He's a very dangerous man, Inspector.

He's killed 1 4 people
that we know of.

- I really have to go, Miss...
- Starling.

Just another minute.

- You sure you've never heard of him?
- No, I haven't.

Because I'm confused.

Someone there has been accessing
our private VICAP files on Dr Lecter...

with some regularity
on your computer.

Everybody uses
everybody's computer here.

Maybe one of the detectives
on II Mostro...

was looking at
profiles of killers...

I'm speaking about the computer
at your home, sir.

You're trying to catch him yourself,
aren't you? For the reward.

I cannot warn you
strongly enough against that.

He killed three policemen
down in Memphis while in custody...

tearing the face off one of them,
and he will kill you too.

- I want him out of Tuscany fast.
- Believe me...

he'll be gone
from the face of the earth fast.

Feet-first.

Because of his avarice and his betrayal
of the emperor's trust...

Pier della Vigna was disgraced,
blinded and imprisoned.

Dante's pilgrim finds Pier della Vigna
on the seventh level of the Inferno...

and, likeJudas Iscariot,
he died by hanging.

So judas and Pier della Vigna
are linked in Dante...

by the avarice
he saw in them.

In fact, avarice and hanging
are linked in the medieval mind.

This is the earliest known
depiction of the Crucifixion...

carved on an ivory box in Gaul
about A.D. 400.

It includes the death
by hanging of judas...

his face upturned
to the branch that suspends him.

Here he is again on the doors
of the Benevento Cathedral...

this time
with his bowels falling out.

It wasn't easy, but I got this number
without tellin'them why...

- Sorry.
- Not at all. Welcome.

- Please join us.
- Thank you.

On this plate from the
15th-century edition of the Inferno...

Pier della Vigna's body
hangs from a bleeding tree.

I will not belabour the obvious
parallel with judas Iscariot...

but Dante Alighieri
needed no drawn illustration.

It was his genius to make
Pier della Vigna, now in hell...

speak in strained hisses
and coughing sibilants...

as though
he is hanging still.

Avarice, hanging...

self-destruction.

"I make my own home...

be my gallows."

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen,
for your kind attention.

I'm not a scholar,
but I think you've got the job.

Thank you.

- May I buy you a drink?
- How kind of you. I'd like that.

I'll be a minute
gathering my things.

Take your time.

Allegra, I'll be home
just a little later than I said.

I'm taking Dr Fell out
for a drink.

I can see the people
coming out now.

Yes. Bye, honey. My wife.

Of course.

I should have shown them
this one.

I can't imagine how I missed it.
Remember? I told you about it.

It's a rendering
I found in the Capponi Library.

Can you make it out?

There's a name there...

the one I told you about.

It's your ancestor,
Commendatore...

hanging beneath
these very windows.

Francesco de' Pazzi.

On a related subject,
I must confess to you...

I'm giving very serious thought...

to eating your wife.

If you tell me what I need to know,
Commendatore...

it might be convenient for me
to leave Florence without my meal.

So I'll ask you the questions,
and then we'll see. All right?

Okay?

So.

Now, is it Mason Verger
you sold me to?

No, no.

Blink twice for yes,
once for no.

Was it Mason Verger
you sold me to?

Yes, good. Thank you.

And are his men
waiting for me outside?

Was that a single blink?

You're confused.

Please don't be confused, because I may
have to fillet Signora Pazzi after all.

Have you told anyone
in the questura about me?

No, I thought not.

Have you told Allegra?

No? Are you sure?

I believe you.

Okey-dokey, here we go.

Okay.

Your heart is really palpitating.

Oh, it's not your heart.

Shall I answer it?

I've gone above you.
I've spoken to your section chief.

Someday you'll thank me.
Or you won't. I don't care.

You'll be alive.

Inspector Pazzi?

Is this Clarice?

Hello, Clarice.

I'm afraid I have
bad news for you.

- Is he dead?
- Did you get my note?

I hope you like the skin cream.
I had it specially made for you.

Is he dead, Dr Lecter?

I would love nothing more in this world
than to be able to chat with you.

Unfortunately, you've caught me
at an awkward moment.

Please forgive me.

See you around.

An old friend.

Okay, hold on.

Here we go.

I'll go around back!
Kill him if you have to!

What's it to be?

Bowels in or bowels out...

like judas?

Are you confused?

I'll decide for you,
if you'll permit me.

Good evening.

Cordell...

to you...

does that look
like a wave goodbye...

or hello?

So, what do you think?

Does Lecter want to fuck her
or kill her or eat her or what?

Probably all three.

Though I wouldn't want
to predict in what order.

Here's what I think.

No matter how Barney
might want to romanticize it...

and make it
Beauty and the Beast...

Lecter's object, as I know
from personal experience...

has always been...

degradation...

and suffering.

Get this damn thing off me.
I can't breathe in this thing.

He comes in the guise
of a mentor...

as he did with me and her.

But it's distress that excites him.

To draw him...

she needs to be distressed.

To make her attractive to him,
let him see her distressed.

Let the damage he sees...

suggest the damage
he could do.

When the fox hears the rabbit scream,
he comes a-runnin'.

But not to help.

I don't understand.

There's nothing
to understand, Paul.

All you have to understand
is what it's worth to you.

No, no, I don't understand
why she didn't turn this over.

I mean, she's such
a straight arrow.

She didn't turn it over
because she didn't receive it.

She didn't receive it
because it was never sent.

It was never sent because
Lecter didn't write it.

He didn't write it
because I did.

So, what do you think?

You'd have been better off if
you'd never got her out of trouble.

Oh, woulda, shoulda, coulda. I meant,
what do you think about the money?

Five.

Let's just toss it off, like "five."

Let's say it
with the respect it deserves.

Five hundred thousand dollars.

That's better, but not much.

- Now, will it work?
- It'll work.

It won't be pretty.

What ever is?

Cocksucker.

Never seen this before
in my life.

Then how do you account for its being
found in your office, your basement?

How do you want me to answer that,
Mr Krendler?

What possible reason
might I have to withhold it?

Perhaps because of the nature
of its content.

Reads to me like a love letter.

- Has it been tested for prints?
- No prints on it. None on the last one.

Handwriting analysis?

"Did you ever think, Clarice, why
the philistines don't understand you?

It's because you're the answer
to Samson's riddle.

You are the honey in the lion."

Sounds like him to me.

- Do you mean, like a homosexual?
- Like a nut with a crush.

Director Noonan,
I need to say something...

Agent Starling, I am placing you
on administrative leave...

till document analysis tells me
unequivocally a mistake's been made.

In the meantime, you remain eligible
for insurance and medical benefits.

Surrender your weapons and
your identification to Agent Pearsall.

I want to say something.
I think I'm entitled.

Go ahead.

I think Mr Mason Verger is
trying to capture Dr Lecter...

for the purposes
of personal revenge.

I think Mr Krendler
is in collusion with him...

and wants the FBI's efforts against
Dr Lecter to work for Mr Verger.

I think Mr Krendler
is being paid to do this.

- Lucky you're not sworn here today.
- Swear me! You swear too!

Clarice,
if the evidence is lacking...

you'll be entitled to full reinstatement
without prejudice...

if you don't do or say
anything in the meantime...

that would make that impossible.

Relieved of field duty pending
an internal investigation...

Special Agent Clarice Starling,
a ten-year veteran on the Bureau...

began her career
with an assignment...

to interview lethal madman
Hannibal Lecter.

Earlier, we heard comments from Justice
Department spokesman Paul Krendler.

Can you comment on theJustice
Department's decision this morning?

The FBI and theJustice Department are
looking very carefully into the charges.

And, yes, they are extremely serious.

I'd like to add
a personal note, though.

- Starling's one of our best agents.
- No, no, no, stay.

I would be very surprised if these
accusations turn out to be true.

Is theJustice Department and FBI
united in this decision?

It's much too soon to condemn her...

Good boy.

I think she's nice.

She's always been nice to me.
Polite.

Don't you think?

Do you know what
a roller pigeon is, Barney?

Roller pigeons
climb high and fast...

then roll over and fall
Just as fast towards the Earth.

There are shallow rollers
and there are deep rollers...

but you can't breed two deep rollers,
or their young, their offspring...

will roll all the way down,
hit and die.

Agent Starling is a deep roller.

Let's hope
one of her parents was not.

The power in that battery
is low, Clarice.

I would've changed it,
but I didn't want to wake you.

Use the one in the charger. Hopefully,
the light on it is green by now.

Because this is gonna be a long call
and I can't let you off...

because even though
you've been stripped of your duties...

I know you won't abandon them...
you'll try to put on a trace.

So we'll disconnect long enough for you
to exchange the battery in the phone...

for the one in the charger.

Shall we say, three seconds?

- Are you ready?
- Yes.

Go.

- Very good.
- Thank you.

Remember, Clarice, if you get caught
with a concealed, unlicensed firearm...

in the District of Columbia,
the penalty is very stiff.

But bring the guns if you have to.
Now get in your car.

The reason we're doing it
like this, Clarice...

is because I like to watch you
as we speak, with your eyes open.

No, it does not excite me.
It pleases me.

You have very shapely feet.

Where are we now?
Call it out.

Massachusetts Avenue.

Take it.

I thought, to begin with,
you might tell me how you're feeling.

About what?

The masters you serve
and how they've treated you.

Your career, such as it is.

Your life, Clarice.

I thought we might
talk about yours.

- What's the next cross street?
- Capitol Street.

In two blocks, make a left
into Union Station. Park.

My life? What is there
to say about mine?

I have been in a state of hibernation
for some time...

a little inactive.

But now I'm back home
and I'm very happy...

and very healthy.

- You. It's you I'm worried about.
- I'm fine.

No, you're certainly
not fine, Clarice.

You fell in love with the Bureau,
the institution...

only to discover, after giving it
everything you've got...

that it does not
love you back...

that, in fact, it resents you.

It resents you more than the husband
and children you gave up to it.

Why is that, do you think?
Why are you so resented?

- Tell me.
- Tell you?

God bless you.

Well, isn't it clear?

You serve the idea
of order, Clarice.

They don't.

You believe in the oath you took.
They don't.

You feel it is your duty
to protect the sheep. They don't.

They don't like you
because you're not like them.

They hate you and envy you.

They are weak, unruly
and believe in nothing.

Mason Verger wants to kill you,
Dr Lecter.

Turn yourself in to me,
and I promise no one will hurt you.

Will you stay with me in my prison cell
and hold my hand, Clarice?

We could have some fun.

No, Mason Verger does not want to kill
me any more than I want to kill him.

Hejust wants to see me suffer
in some unimaginable way.

He is rather twisted,
you know.

Have you had the pleasure
of meeting him?

Face-to-face, so to speak?

Yes.

- Attractive, isn't he?
- Dr Lecter?

Okay, back to you.

I want to know what it is
you think you will do...

now that everything you've ever cared
about has been taken away from you.

I don't know, Dr Lecter.

Clarice, do you think you'll work
as a chambermaid...

at a motel on Route 66...

Just like your mommy?

What are you thinking now?

Are you paying attention to me,
ex-Special Agent Starling?

Are you, by any chance,
trying to trace my whereabouts?

- I'm being followed, Dr Lecter.
- I know. I've seen them.

And now you're in
a real dilemma, aren't you?

Do you continue to try to find me,
knowing that you are leading them to me?

Do you have so much faith in your
abilities that you honestly believe...

you can somehow simultaneously
arrest me and them?

It could get very messy, Clarice,
like the fish market.

- What if I did it for you?
- Did what?

Harmed them, Clarice,
the ones who have harmed you.

What if I made them
scream apologies?

No, I shouldn't even say it...

because you'll feel, with your
perfect grasp of right and wrong...

that you were somehow accompli.

Don't help me.

No, of course not.
Forget I said it.

Clarice, you were very,
very warm.

You were so close.

And now you're getting
colder again.

Yeah, warmer again.

Well, I think I've been generous
enough with you and the clues.

- You're on your own now, Clarice.
- Dr Lecter.

Hope you like them, Clarice.
Ta-ta.

Go.

Get out of the way!

I know the first thing a hysteric
says is, "I am not a hysteric"...

but I am not a hysteric.
I am calm.

I'll ask you one time.
Think before you answer.

Think about every good thing
you ever did.

Think about what you swore.

Two men in a van,
a third driving, another man down.

They put him in the back.
I think it was Lecter.

I gave you a licence, and I'm reporting
it to you again in front of witnesses.

All right.

I'll go with it as a kidnapping.

I'll send someone
with the local authorities...

if they'll let us on the property
without a warrant.

- I should go. You could deputize me.
- No. You're not going.

You're going home,
where you'll wait for me to call...

and tell you what,
if anything, we've found.

Thank Mr Verger for letting us look
around. Sorry if we inconvenienced him.

He's always happy to see you.

Phone.

What number, please?

Carlo.

Give me one.

- How is he?
- Sleeping.

Bring him home.

You've reached Clarice Starling.
Please leave a message.

Pick up, Starling.

There was nothing out there.

I'm gonna say it again,
in case you didn't hear me.

You are not a law officer while
you're on suspension. You'reJoe Blow.

Hope for your sake
you're in the bathroom.

Hylochoerus...

meinertzhageni.

Ring any bells from
high school biology, Doctor?

No?

Well, I could list
its most conspicuous features...

if that would help
jog the memory.

Three pairs of incisors...

one pair of elongated canines...

three pairs of molars...

four pairs of premolars...

upper and lower...

for a total of 44 teeth.

The meal will begin with
an hors d'oeuvres tartare...

your feet.

The main course...
the rest of you...

won't be served
until seven hours later.

But during that time...

you'll be able to enjoy the effects
of the consumed appetizer...

with a full-bodied saline drip.

I guess you wish now...

you'd fed the rest of me
to the dogs.

No, Mason.

No, I much prefer you
the way you are.

So...

dinner at 8:00.

You will stay
for the evening's entertainment...

won't you, Cordell?

If it's all right with you...

I think I'd rather not.

Rather not...

or will not?

Your little brother must smell
almost as badly as you do by now.

Hold it!
Hands where I can see 'em!

Quiet!

What was that?

Cordell, quickly!

Get on your stomach.

Good evening, Clarice.

- Just like old times.
- Shut up.

- Can you walk?
- I can try.

You look well.

I'm gonna cut you loose.

If you touch me,
I'll shoot you.

- Understood.
- Do right and you'll live through this.

Spoken like a true Protestant.
Better hurry.

Things might go faster
if you hand me the knife.

There was a third
in the loft.

No, Clarice. Behind me.

Cordell, shoot him!
Get the gun and shoot him!

- Go into the pen?
- Yes!

No. I'm staying out of this.

You're involved, is what you are,
in all of it. Now do it!

- No.
- Yes!

Hey, Cordell,
why don't you push him in?

You can always say
it was me.

Mary, it's me.

I decided to take off early.
I'll be at my lake house all weekend.

I don't want any calls
forwarded either. Do you understand?

Whoever it is,
they can all wait. Okay?

Listen, it's 4th of july,
for Christ's sake. Thank you.

What the fuck?

Good. You brought the wine.

One time I bet a friend I could hold
a lit firecracker in my hand...

longer than he could.

Can I guess?

You lost the bet, and he lost
a finger. Am I right?

This won't hurt a bit.

Are we expecting guests?

We've traced your call and units
will be there in about ten minutes.

If you can do it safely,
Just get out of the house.

Otherwise,
stay on the phone with me.

Ma'am?

Are you there? Ma'am?

You need to make sure
they feel welcome.

- Are those shallots?
- And caper berries.

That butter smells wonderful.

You feeling hungry, Paul?

Very.

What's the main course?

You should never ask.
It spoils the surprise.

Clarice, what are you doing up?
You should be resting. Get back to bed.

I'm hungry.

- Hello, Paul.
- Paul, don't be rude.

Say, "Hello, Agent Starling."

Hello, Agent Starling.

I always wanted
to watch you eat.

What have you got in your hand?
Something to bash me on the head with?

Put it on the table.

Good girl.

Hey. That's mine.

Now sit down.

Hey, Clarice, love the dress.

It's beautiful.

- What do you think, Paul?
- Nice.

Nice.

Why don't you say grace, Paul.

- Me?
- Yeah.

- Grace?
- Sure.

Okay.

Bow your head.

Father, we thank Thee
for Thy blessings...

and dedicate them
to Thy mercy...

We are about to receive...

Forgive us all...

even white trash
like Starling here...

and bring her
into my service, amen.

I have to tell you, Paul, even the
Apostle Paul couldn't have done better.

He hated women too.

- May I have some wine, please?
- I don't think that's a good idea.

Not with the morphine.

I think you should
eat some broth. Okay?

By the way, that was a job offering
I worked into the blessing.

I'm going to Congress,
you know.

Are you?

Come around campaign headquarters.

You could be an office girl.
Can you type and file?

Can you take dictation?
Take this down.

"Washington is full
of cornpone, country pussy."

I took it down.
You said it already.

Paul, now you're being rude,
and I hate rude people.

Drink your broth
like a good boy. Come on. Sip.

Good.

It's not very good, buddy.

I admit I added something to yours.
Perhaps it's clashing with the cumin.

But I assure you,
the next course is to die for.

Come on, Clarice.

That's a good girl.

Good.

Dr Lecter.

You see, the brain itself feels no pain,
Clarice, if that concerns you.

For example, Paul won't miss
this little piece here...

part of the prefrontal lobe...

which they say is
the seat of good manners.

Your profile at the border stations
has five features.

- I'll trade you.
- Trade?

- Stop, and I'll tell you what they are.
- How does that word taste to you?

Cheap and metallic,
like sucking on a greasy coin?

- Who's Clarice?
- Agent Starling, Paul.

If you can't keep up with the
conversation, try not to join in at all.

Paul, I'm Starling.

See...

here...

right here's the sac
that contains the brain.

I would really like some wine.

- That smells great.
- Yes.

There.
Like to try a little piece?

I would really like
some wine...

It is good.

All right. Just a little.

Okay?

Given the chance, you would deny me
my life, wouldn't you?

Not your life.

My freedom, just that.
You'd take that from me.

And if you did, would they have
you back, do you think?

The FBI?

Those people you despise almost
as much as they despise you?

Will they give you a medal,
Clarice, do you think?

Would you have it professionally framed
and hang it on your wall to look at...

and remind you of your courage
and incorruptibility?

All you would need for that,
Clarice, is a mirror.

I have plans for that smart mouth.
I'm never gonna hire you now.

Remember what I said?

If you can't be polite
to our guests...

you have to sit
at the kiddies' table.

Don't get up, Clarice.

Paul will help me clear
and make the coffee.

Just think about
what I said, Clarice.

Coffee.

I came halfway
around the world...

to watch you run, Clarice.

Let me run, huh?

Tell me, Clarice,
would you ever say to me...

"Stop.

If you loved me, you'd stop"?

Not in a thousand years.

Not in a thousand years.

That's my girl.

Now, that's really
interesting, Clarice...

and I'm really pressed for time.

So where's the key?

Where's the key?

Okay.

Above...

or below the wrist...

Clarice?

This is really gonna hurt.

Show me your hands!

Identify yourself!

I'm Clarice Starling!

FBI!

- Hi.
- Hi.

What's that?

That's caviar.

- What are those?
- These are figs.

And that?

This?

That I don't think
you would like.

- It looks good.
- Oh, it is good.

Can I have some?

You're a very unusual boy,
aren't you?

- I couldn't eat what they gave me.
- Nor should you. It isn't even food...

as I understand the definition,
which is why I always bring my own.

So, which would you like to try?

Well, I suppose it's all right.

After all, as your mother tells you,
and my mother certainly told me...

"It is important,"
she always used to say...

"always to try new things."

Open up.

Ta-ta. "H."

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