Silence Of The Lambs

INT. FBI Hall
ARDELIA
Clarice!
STARLING
Hey! (high five)

INT. FBI Building
AGENT BURROUGHS
So, there shouldn't be any problem--
(to STARLING) You looking for Crawford?
STARLING
Yes, sir.
AGENT BURROUGHS
Well, he'll be back in a couple of minutes. Why don't you wait in his office.
(to other agent) and then, umm, I think....

INT. Crawford's Office.
(The walls are covered with crime scene photos and newspaper clippings. "Bill Skins Fifth" is a prominent headline.)
CRAWFORD
Starling, Clarice M., Good morning.
STARLING
Good morning, Mr. Crawford.
CRAWFORD
Sorry to pull you off the course on such short notice. Your instructors tell me you're doing well. Top quarter of your class.
STARLING
I hope so. They haven't posted any grades yet.
CRAWFORD
A job's come up and I thought about you. Not a job, really. More of an interesting errand. Sit down.
STARLING
(sitting) Yes, sir.
CRAWFORD
I remember you from my seminar at UVA. You grilled me pretty hard, as I recall, on the bureau's civil rights record in the Hoover years.. Gave you an A.
STARLING
A minus, sir.
CRAWFORD (contd.)
Let's see. Double major, Psych and Criminology, Graduated Magna. Summer internships at the Reitzinger Clinic. Says here when you graduate you want to come work for me in Behavioral Science.
STARLING
Yes, very much sir. Very much.
CRAWFORD
We're interviewing all the serial killers now in custody, for a psychobehavioral profile. Could be a real help in unsolved cases. Most of them have been happy to talk to us. Do you spook easily, Starling?
STARLING
Not yet, sir?
CRAWFORD
See, the one we want most refuses to cooperate. I want you to go after him again today, in the asylum.
STARLING
And, who's the subject?
CRAWFORD
The psychiatrist - Hannibal Lecter.
STARLING(to herself)
Hannibal the Cannibal...
CRAWFORD
I don't expect him to talk to you, but I have to be able to say we tried... So if he won't cooperate, I want just straight reporting. How's he look, how's his cell look, Is sketching, drawing? If he is, what's he sketching. Here's a dossier on Lecter, copy of our questionnaire, and a special ID for you... Have your memo on my desk by 0800 Wednesday.
STARLING
Okay.. Excuse me sir, but why the urgency? Lecter's been in prison now for so many years. Is there some connection between him and Buffalo Bill maybe?
CRAWFORD
I wish there were. Now, I want your full attention, Starling.
STARLING
Yes sir.
CRAWFORD
Be very careful with Hannibal Lecter. Dr. Chilton at the asylum will go over the physical procedures used with him. Do not deviate from them, for any reason whatsoever. Now you're to tell him nothing personal, Starling. Believe me, you don't want Hannibal Lecter inside your head... Just do your job, but never forget what he is.
STARLING
And what is that?
CHILTON (voice over)
Oh, he's a monster. A pure psychopath...

CUT TO: INT. CHILTON'S OFFICE - BALTIMORE STATE HOSPITAL FOR THE CRIMINALLY INSANE - DAY
CHILTON
It's so rare to capture one alive. From a research point of view, Dr. Lecter is our most prized asset... You know, we get a lot of detectives here, but I must say, I can't ever remember one as attractive. Will you be in Baltimore overnight...? Because this can be quite a fun town, if you have the right guide.
STARLING
I'm sure this is a great town, Dr. Chilton, but my instructions are to talk to Dr. Lecter and report back this afternoon.
CHILTON
I see.
Let's make this quick, then.

INT. ASYLUM CORRIDOR - UPPER FLOOR - DAY
CHILTON
We've tried to study him, of course - but he's much too sophisticated for the standard tests. And oh my, does he hate us! Thinks I'm his nemesis... Crawford's very clever, isn't he? Using you.
STARLING
How do you mean, Dr. Chilton?
CHILTON
A pretty young woman, to turn him on? I don't believe Lecter's ever seen a woman in eight years. And oh, are you ever his "taste" - so to speak.
STARLING
I graduated from UVA, Doctor. It's not a charm school.
CHILTON
Good. Then you should be able to remember the rules.

CUT TO: INT. DIFFERENT CORRIDOR - LOWER FLOOR - DAY
CHILTON
Do not touch the glass, do not approach the glass. You pass him nothing but soft paper - no pencils or pens. No staples or paperclips in his paper. Use the sliding food carrier, no exceptions. If he attempts to pass you anything do not accept it. Do you understand me?
STARLING
Yes, I understand, sir..
CHILTON
I'm going to show you why we insist on such precautions... On the afternoon of July 8, 1981, he complained of chest pains and was taken to the dispensary. His mouthpiece and restraints were removed for an EKG. When the nurse leaned over him, he did this to her... [He hands Clarice a small, dog-eared photo. Looking at it, she is stopped in her tracks. This pleases Chilton.]
CHILTON (contd.)
The doctors managed to re-set her jaw, more or less, and save one of her eyes. His pulse never got over eighty-five, even when he ate her tongue. I keep him in here.
STARLING
Dr. Chilton - if Lecter feels that you're his enemy , then maybe we'll have more luck if I go in by myself. What do you think?
CHILTON
You might have suggested that in my office, and saved me the time.
STARLING
Yes sir, but then I would've missed the pleasure of your company, sir.
CHILTON
When she's finished, bring her out.

INT. GUARD ROOM
STARLING
Hi, I'm Barney. He told you, don't get near the glass?
STARLING
(shaking his hand) Yes, he did. Clarice Starling
STARLING
Mmmhmm. Nice to meet you, Clarice. You can hang your coat up there if you like.
STARLING
Thank you, I will.
STARLING
He's past the others, the last cell. You keep to the right. I put out a chair for you.
STARLING
Oh yes, it's very good. Thank you.
STARLING
I'll be watching. You'll do fine.

INT. LECTER'S CORRIDOR - DAY
FRIENDLY PSYCHOPATH
Hi!
MIGGS
I c-can sssmell your cunt!

INT. LECTER'S CELL
LECTER
Good Morning.
STARLING
Dr. Lecter... My name is Clarice Starling. May I speak with you?
LECTER
You're one of Jack Crawford's, aren't you?
STARLING
I am, yes sir.
LECTER
May I see your credentials?
STARLING
Certainly.
LECTER
Closer, please... ... Closer... That expires in one week. (wink) You're not real FBI, are you?
STARLING
I'm still in training at the Academy.
LECTER
Jack Crawford sent a trainee to me?
STARLING
Yes, I'm a student, I'm here to learn from you. Maybe you can decide for yourself whether or not I'm qualified enough to do that.
LECTER
Mmmmm... That is rather slippery of you, Agent Starling. Sit. Please. Now then. Tell me, what did Miggs say to you? "Multiple Miggs," in the next cell. He hissed at you. What did he say?
STARLING
He said: "I can smell your cunt."
LECTER
I see. I myself cannot. (he inhales deeply) You use Evyan skin cream, and sometimes you wear L'Air du Temps, but not today.
STARLING
Did you do all these drawings, Doctor?
LECTER
Ah. That is the Duomo, seen from the Belvedere. You know Florence?
STARLING
All that detail, just from memory, sir?
LECTER
Memory, Agent Starling, is what I have instead of view.
STARLING
Well, perhaps you'd care to lend us your view on this questionairre, sir.
LECTER
No, no, no, no, no.. You were doing fine, you had been courteous and receptive to courtesy, you had established trust with the embarrassing truth about Miggs, and now this ham-handed segue into your questionnaire. It won't do.
STARLING
I'm only asking you to look at this, Doctor. Either you will or you won't.
LECTER
Yeah.. Jack Crawford must be very busy indeed if he's recruiting help from the student body. Busy hunting that new one, Buffalo Bill... What a naughty boy he is! Do you know WHY he's called Buffallo bill? Please tell me.. the newspapers won't say.
STARLING
Well, it started as a bad joke in Kansas City Homicide. They said... this one likes to skin his humps.
LECTER
Why do you think he removes their skins, Agent Starling? Thrill me with your acumen.
STARLING
It excites him. Most serial killers keep some sort of trophies from their victims.
LECTER
I didn't.
STARLING
No. No, you ate yours.
LECTER
You send that through. (She sends him the VICAP) Oh, Agent Starling... You think you can dissect me with this blunt little tool?
STARLING
No. I thought that your knowledge -
LECTER
You're sooo ambitious, aren't you...? You know what you look like to me, with your good bag and your cheap shoes? You look like a rube. A well-scrubbed, hustling rube with a little taste... Good nutrition's given you some length of bone, but you're not more than one generation from poor white trash, are you, Agent Starling...? And that accent you're trying so desperately to shed - pure West Virginia. What was your father, dear? Was he a coal miner? Did he stink of the lamp...? You know how quickly the boys found you! All those tedious, sticky fumblings, in the back seats of cars, while you could only dream of getting out. Getting anywhere. Getting all the way - to the F...B...I.
STARLING
You see a lot, Doctor. But are you strong enough to point that high-powered perception at yourself? What about it? Why don't you look at yourself and write down what you see? Maybe you're afraid to.
LECTER
(sliding the VICAP back to her) A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti... You fly back to school,little Starling. (softly) fly fly fly. fly fly fly.

INT. LECTER'S CORRIDOR
MIGGS
I b-bit my wrist so I c-can diiiieeee! Look at the bloooodd! (Miggs throwns semen on Starling)
FRIENDLY PSYCHOPATH
MIGGS, you stupid fuck!
BROODING PSYCHOPATH
Hannibal the Cannibal!
LECTER
(O.S.) Agent Starling... Agent Starling! (Starling returns)
LECTER
I would not have had that happen to you. Discourtesy is unspeakably ugly to me.
STARLING
Then do this test for me.
LECTER
No. But I will make you happy... I'll give you a chance for what you love most.
STARLING
What's that, Dr. Lecter?
LECTER
Advancement, of course. Look deep into yourself, Clarice Starling. Go seek Miss Mofet, an old patient of mine. M-O-F-E-T... Go now, I don't think Miggs could manage again quite so soon, even though he is crazy. Go, Now!

CUT TO: EXT. THE HOSPITAL - PARKING LOT - DAY IN FLASHBACK
FATHER
Hey Bill.
YOUNG STARLING
(with thick accent) Daddy! (runs up, hugs her father)
FATHER
Hey, Clarice. Come on over here.
YOUNG STARLING
Get any bad guys today, daddy?
FATHER
No angel, they all got away.
YOUNG STARLING
Aww, shoot.

EXT. Asylum Parking Lot
(Starling crying on her car) EXT. FBI ACADEMY FIRING RANGE - DAY (STARLING firing loud cut)
STUDENT
FBI! Hands up! Don't move!
STARLING
Turn around, hands behind your back. thumbs up.
FBI INSTRUCTOR
You're dead Starling. Johnson, good job. Good entry, good commands. Starling, where's your danger area?
STARLING
In the corner, sir.
FBI INSTRUCTOR
Did you check the corner?
STARLING
No sir.
FBI INSTRUCTOR
That's the reason your dead.

EXT. TRACK
(Clarie and Ardelia are jogging)
ARDELIA
309?
STARLING
309, breaking doors or windows to enter or exit.. Rule 404?

CUT TO: INT. FBI ACADEMY LIBRARY - NIGHT
ARDELIA
Clarice, phone. It's the guru.
STARLING
Crawford? Thanks, Ardelia.
CRAWFORD
Starling?
STARLING
Sir?
CRAWFORD
Miggs is dead..
STARLING
Dead? how?
STARLING
The orderly heard Lecter whispering to him and Miggs crying. They found him at bed check, he'd swallowed his own tongue. (pause) Starling?
STARLING
Yes, I'm still here sir. I just. I don't know how to feel about this.
CRAWFORD
You don't have to feel any way about it. Lecter did it to amuse himself. Look I know it got ugly today but he mentioned a name, at the end. "Mofet..." Any followup on her?
STARLING
Well, Lecter altered or destroyed most of his patient histories, prior to capture so there's no record of anyone named Mofet. But umm. I thought the "Yourself" reference was too hoaky for Lecter. So, I figured.. he's from Balitmore. And I looked in the phone book and there's a "Yourself Storage Facility" right outside of downtown Baltimore.

DISSOLVE TO: EXT. "YOURSELF STORAGE" - DUSK (RAINING)
MR. LANG
Unit 31 was leased for ten years. Pre-paid in full... The contract is in the name of a "Miss Hester Mofet."
STARLING
So nobody's been in here since 1980?
MR. LANG
Not to my knowledge. Privacy is a great concern to my customers.
STARLING
Yes, I won't disturb anything. I promise. I'll be out of here before you know it.
MR. LANG
Can I help?
STARLING
Yes, actually you can. (they attempt to open the garage door) It's stuck
MR. LANG
We could return tomorrow, with my son.
STARLING
What about him?
MR. LANG
I would ask my driver to help you, but he detests physical labor.
STARLING
Right.. Well, you just stay here, I'll be back in one minute. (she returns with a car jack, raising the door about a foot) It's stuck.. hand me that flashlight, sir?
STARLING
Oh, umm. (hands him a card) If this door should fall down, or. - ha ha! - anything else - this is the number for our Baltimore field office. Now, they know that you're with me. You call them if anything should happen.
MR. LANG
Yes, Miss.

INT. GARAGE
(Clarice slides under door, cutting her leg. She enters the garage, finding a car. Opening the car door, she sees a manaquinn, wearing a dress and furs, sitting inside. The maniquinn's head is covered by a cloth. she removes the cloth to discover a severed human head preserved in a jar)

EXT. BALITMORE HOSPITAL
BARNEY
Clarice. Here, they're waiting for you. Watch yourself.
STARLING
Thanks

INT. DR. LECTER'S CELL AND CORRIDOR - NIGHT (DIM LIGHT)
STARLING
Hester Moffet. It's an anagram, isn't it, Doctor? Hester Mofet... "The rest of me." Miss The-Rest-of-Me... Meaning, that you rented that garage. (food carrier slides open. Starling looks inside, there is a clean, white towel. She looks inside the darkened cell and cannot see Lecter. Finally she takes the towel and uses it to dry her hair.)
STARLING (contd.)
Thank you.
DR. LECTER
Your bleeding has stopped.
STARLING
How did - (she stops herself) It's nothing. It's just a scratch. Dr. Lecter, whose head is in that bottle?
DR. LECTER
Why don't you ask me about Buffalo Bill?
STARLING
Do you know something about him?
DR. LECTER
I might if I saw the case file. You could get that for me.
STARLING
Why don't we talk about "Miss Mofet?" You wanted me to find him.
DR. LECTER
His real name is Benjamin Raspail. A former patient of mine, whose romantic attachments ran to, shall we say, the exotic...? I did not kill him, I assure you. Merely tucked him away. Very much as I found him, after he's missed three appointments.
STARLING
But if you didn't kill him, then who did?
DR. LECTER
Who can say...? Best thing for him, really. His therapy was going nowhere.
STARLING
His dress? makeup? Raspail was a transvestite?
DR. LECTER
In life? oh no. Garden variety manic-depressive.. Tedious. Very tedious. And I just think of him as kind of experiment. A fledgling killer's first effort at transformation. How did you feel when you saw him, Clarice?
STARLING
Scared, at first. Then - exhilarated.
DR. LECTER
Jack Crawford is helping your career, isn't he? Apparently he likes you. And you like him, too.
STARLING
I never thought about it.
DR. LECTER
Do you think Jack Crawford wants you, sexually? True, he's much older, but - do you think he visualizes scenarios, exchanges... fucking you?
STARLING
That doesn't interest me, Doctor. And frankly, it's the sort of thing Miggs would say.
DR. LECTER
Not anymore... (The cell's lights suddenly come on, revealing Lecter against the far back wall) Thank you, Barney.
STARLING
What happened to your drawings?
DR. LECTER
Punishment, you see. For Miggs. Just like that gospel program. When you leave, they'll turn the volume way up. Dr. Chilton does enjoy his petty torments.
STARLING
What did you mean by transformation, Doctor?
DR. LECTER
I've been in this room for eight years, now Clarice. And 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.
STARLING
What did you mean by fledgling killer? Are you saying that he's killed again.
DR. LECTER
I'm offering you a psychological profile of Buffalo Bill based on the case evidence.. I'll help you catch him, Clarice.
STARLING
You know who he is, don't you? Tell me who decapitated your patient, Doctor.
DR. LECTER
All good things to those who wait. I've waited, Clarice, but how long can you and dull Jacky boy wait? Our little billy must all ready be searching for that next special lady.

INT. Catherine's Car
("An American Girl" plays. Catherine sings along with the music. Behind her, we can see headlights.)

EXT. PARKING LOT - THE APARTMENT COMPLEX - NIGHT
CATHERINE
(to cat, meowing from window) Hey, little cheeper. I'll be right there. (a man, with a cast on his forearm is trying to put a chair in his van, dropping it repeatedy)
CATHERINE
Can I help you with that?
MAN
Would you?
CATHERINE
Sure.
MAN
Thank you.
CATHERINE
That's allright. You look kinda handicapped.
MAN
Yeah, I got it this far, I just can't get it up in the truck. Here just grab this..
CATHERINE
okay
MAN
Set it down. That's good. Now get in the truck, I want to push it all the way back. I really appreciate this, yeah.
CATHERINE
Is this good?
MAN
That's great.
MAN
Are you about a size 14?
CATHERINE
What? (The Man attacks Catherine and knocks her unconscious)
MAN
Good.
MAN (contd.)
Good.
MAN (contd.)
Gooood...

INT. HALLWAY - CLASSROOM BUILDING - DAY
BOXING INSTRUCTOR
Starling! outside, let's go. Cindy, in the ring for Starling!
BRIGHAM
Saddle up, pack your field gear. You're moving out. You're goin' with Crawford.
STARLING
Where?
BRIGHAM
Found a girl's body down in West Virginia. Been in the water about a week. Looks like a Buffalo Bill-type situation.?

INT. BEECHCRAFT PLANE - DAY (FLYING)
CRAWFORD
He keeps them alive for three days. We don't know why... There's no evidence of rape or physical abuse prior to death. All the mutilation you see there is post-mortem. Okay, Three days. Then he shoots them, skins them and dumps them. Each body in a different river. The water leaves us no trace evidence of any kind. That's Fredrica Bimmel, the first one... Her body was the only one he took the trouble to weight down, so actually, she was the third girl found. After her, he got lazy... Okay, let's see. Circles where the girls were abducted, arrows where the bodies were found. This new one day washed up here. Elk River, West Virginia.

INT. Car
CRAWFORD
Look at him, Starling. Tell me what you see.
STARLING
(choosing her words carefully) He's a white male... Serial killers tend to hunt within their own ethnic group. And he's not a drifter - he's got his own house, somewhere. Not an apartment.
CRAWFORD
Why?
STARLING
What he does with them - takes privacy... He's in his 30's or 40's - he's got real physical strength, combined with an older man's self-control. He's cautious, precise. And he's never impulsive... He'll never stop.
CRAWFORD
Why not?
STARLING
He's got a real taste for it now. And he's getting better at his work.
CRAWFORD
Not bad, Starling. Questions?
STARLING
Yes sir. You haven't mentioned anything contained in my report or Dr. Lecter's offer?
CRAWFORD
I'm considering it.
STARLING
That is why you sent me in there, isn't it? To get his help on Buffalo Bill, sir? If that's the case, I just. I wish I was in on it is all.
CRAWFORD
If I had sent you in there with an actual agenda, Lecter would have known it, instantly. He would have toyed with you and turned to stone.

INT. FUNERAL HOME - BACK CORRIDOR - DAY
TROOPER
Excuse me, Sheriff Perkins? these are the FBI people.
CRAWFORD
Sheriff Perkins? Jack Crawford, FBI... Special Agent Terry, Agent Starling. We appreciate being invited into your jurisdiction. SHERIFF
(grim, unsociable) I didn't call you. That was somebody from the state attorney's office... We'll extend you ever courtesy, but right now
CRAWFORD
Sheriff, this, ah - this type of sex crime has certain aspects I'd as soon discuss in private. Know what I mean?

FLASHBACK. INT. FUNERAL HOME
(YOUNG Clarice views her father's body)

CUT BACK TO ADULT STARLING
SHERIFF
Oscar, run fetch Dr. Akin from the chapel.
CRAWFORD
Starling, with me.
SHERIFF
Tell Lamar to come on when he's finished playing his music.

INT. EMBALMING ROOM - DAY The room is packed
CRAWFORD
I need a six-way linkup! Chicago, Detroit-- What? What?
STARLING
Excuse me? Gentlemen. You officers and gentlemen! You listen here a minute, please. Y'all brought her this far, and I know her folks would thank you if they could for your kindness and your sensitivity. But now please - go on now and let us take care of her... Go on, now. (they begin to file out) Thank you. Thank you.
CRAWFORD
(on phone) Okay, good. Yeah, that's right. Westberg. Elk River. Stand by for transmission. Ray? (they distribute vasoline, each placing some under their nostrils) Doctor, Lamar.. Let's take a look at her. (they unzip the body bag) Okay Starling.
STARLING
Star-shaped entrance contact entrance wound over the sternum. muscle stamp at the top.
DR. AKIN
Wrongful death...
STARLING
Wrongful death.
DR. KIN
She'll have to go to the state pathologist at Claxton (Crawford nods) I better get back to that service. Lamar'll help you. (shaken) Lord almighty...
CRAWFORD
What else do you see, Starling?
STARLING
Well, she's not local. Her ears are pierced three times each, and there's glitter nail polish. Looks like town to me... Two of her fingernails are broken off, and there's - dirt or grit under them. It looks like she tried to claw her way through something...
CRAWFORD
Ray, get pictures of her teeth. We'll fax them through Missing Persons.
STARLING
She's got something in her throat.
LAMAR
When a body comes out of the water, Lots of times there's like, leaves and things in the mouth.
CRAWFORD
What is it - some kind of seed pod?
LAMAR
No sir, that's a bug cocoon. there's no way that could get way down in there like that.
STARLING
Not unless somebody shoved it in there...
TERRY
She'll be easier to print if we turn her over. Lamar, will you give me a hand with this?
LAMAR
Yessir, I will.
TERRY
Jack, what do you make of these?
CRAWFORD
Hmm. Different configuration than the other victims. Get close ups.
STARLING
Victim's skin removed, this time in two large diamond shaped sections above the buttocks. Stellate exit wound level with the second or third thoracic vertebrae, approximately six inches from the right shoulder blade.

CUT TO: EXT. BACK STEPS OF THE FUNERAL HOME - DAY
CRAWFORD
Starling, when I told that sheriff we shouldn't talk in front of a woman, that really burned you, didn't it? It was just smoke, Starling, I had to get rid of him.
STARLING
It matters, Mr. Crawford... Cops look at you to see how to act... It matters.
CRAWFORD
Point taken.
STARLING
Litagure marks found around the wrists, not around the ankles. this would indicate the skinning was post-mortem.

CUT TO: INT. MUSEUM OFFICE - DAY CLOSE ON an live, enormous, rhinoceros beetle, as it weaves its clumsy way among the men on a chessboard, before finally stepping off the edge, onto a lettuce leaf.
RODEN (V.O.)
Time, Pilch! My move.
PILCHER (V.O.)
No fair! You lured him with produce.
RODEN
Tough noogies! It's still my turn. nice and slow baby.
STARLING
If the beetle moves one of your men, does that still count?
RODEN
Of course it counts. How do you play?
PILCHER
Agent Starling?

INT. Museum Hall
RODEN
Where the heck did this come from? It's practically mush.
STARLING
It was found behind the soft pallete of murder victim. The body was in the Elk River in West Virginia.
PILCHER
It's Buffalo Bill, isn't it?
STARLING
I'm afraid I can't tell you any more about that?
PILCHER
We heard about it on the radio
RODEN
You mean this is like a clue from a real murder case? Coolo!
PILCHER Ignore him, he's not a Ph.D .

INT. Specimen Room
RODEN
A Sphingid Ceratonia maybe. Boy, he's a big sucker. Okay, let's check morphology.
PILCHER
What do you do when you're not detecting, Agent Starling?
STARLING
I try to be a student, Dr. Pilcher.
PILCHER
Ever go out for cheeseburgers and beer? The amusing house wine...?
STARLING
Are you hitting on me, Doctor?
PILCHER
Yes.
RODEN
Gotcha!
PILCHER
What ya got, Roden?
RODEN
Agent Starling, meet Mister Acherontia styx.
PILCHER
Weird.
RODEN
Better known to his friends as the Death's-head Moth...
STARLING
Now where does it come from?
RODEN
That's what's strange, they only live in Asia.
PILCHER
In this country they'd have to be specially raised, from imported eggs.
RODEN
Oh yes, somebody grew this guy. Fed him honey and nightshade. Kept him warm.. Somebody loved him.

INT. RECREATION ROOM - FBI ACADEMY - DAWN CLOSE ON a TV screen, filled with a photo of Catherine Martin.
TV ANCHOR (V.O.)
Good morning, I'm Donna Ferucchi, I'm Gene Kessle with sports, and I'm Tim Langhorn. Our top story for this morning. Catherine Martin, the 25 year old daughter of Senator Ruth Martin, liisted first as a missing person, is now believed to have been kidnapped by the serial killer known only as "Buffalo Bill."
TV ANCHOR (contd.)
Memphis Police sources indicate that the missing girl's blouse has been identified, sliced up the back, in what has become a kind of grim, all too familar calling card. Young Catherine Martin, as we've said, is the only daughter of U.S. Senator Ruth Martin, the Republican junior senator from Tennessee. And while her kidnapping is not at this point considered to be politically motivated, nevertheless it has stirred the government to its highest levels. Reached for comment on the ski slopes of Stowe, Vermont, the President himself is said to be, and I quote, "intensely concerned." Just moments ago, Senator Martin made this dramatic personal plea...
SEN. MARTIN
I'm speaking now to the person who is holding my daughter. Catherine is very gentle and kind - talk to her and you'll see. You have the power. You're in charge. I know you can feeel love and compassion.
SEN. MARTIN
You have a wonderful chance to show the whole world that you can be merciful, as well as strong. That you're big enough to treat Catherine better than the world has treated you. You have that power. Please. My daughter is Catherine.
ARDELIA
Boy, is that smart... Jesus that's really smart.
STUDENT
She keeps repeating the name..
STARLING
If he sees her as a person - not just an object, it's harder to tear her up.
SEN. MARTIN
Please. Release my little girl.

INT. HOSPITAL
CHILTON
What you're doing, Miss Starling, is coming into my hospital to conduct an interview, and refusing to share information with me. For the third time!
STARLING
Sir, I told you - this is just routine follow-up on the Raspail case.
CHILTON
He is my patient! I have rights!
STARLING
Well, I understand that, sir.
CHILTON
I'm not just some turnkey, Miss Starling.
STARLING
This is the U.S. Attorney's number. Now please - either discuss this with him, or let me do my job. okay now?

CUT TO: INT. DR. LECTER'S CELL AND CORRIDOR - DAY
STARLING
If your profile helps us catch Buffalo Bill in time to save Catherine Martin, the Senator promises you a transfer to the V.A. hospital at Oneida Park, New York, with a view of the woods nearby. Maximum security still applies of course. You'd have reasonable access to books. Best of all, though - one week of the year you get to leave the hospital and go here. Every day of that week you may walk on the beach, you may swim in the ocean, for up to one hour, under SWAT team surveillance, of course... there you have it. A copy of the Buffalo Bill case file, a copy of Senator Martin's offer. This offer is non-negotable and final. If Catherine dies - you get nothing.
DR. LECTER
"Plum Island Animal Disease Research Center." Sounds charming.
STARLING
That's only part of the island.There's a very, very nice beach. Terns nest there, there beautiful--
DR. LECTER
Terns... If I help you, Clarice, it will be "turns" with us, too. Quid pro quo. I tell you things, you tell me things. Not about this case, though - about yourself. Quid pro quo. Yes or no? (She is silent) Yes or no, Clarice. Poor little Catherine is waiting.
STARLING
Go, Doctor.
DR. LECTER
What's your worst memory of childhood?
STARLING
The death of my father.
DR. LECTER Tell me, and don't lie, or I'll know.
STARLING
He was a town marshal... and one night he surprised two burglars, coming out the back of a drugstore... They shot him.
DR. LECTER
Was he killed outright?
STARLING
No. He was very strong, he lasted more than a month. My mother - died when I was very young, so my father had become the whole world to me... After he left me, I had nothing. I was ten years old.
DR. LECTER
You're very frank, Clarice. I think it would be quite something to know you in private life.
STARLING
Quid pro quo, Doctor.
DR. LECTER
So tell me about Miss West Virginia - was she a large girl?
STARLING
Yes.
DR. LECTER
Big through the hips. Roomy.
STARLING
They all were.
DR. LECTER
What else...? STARLING
She had an insect deliberately inserted in her throat. Now that hasn't been made public yet. We don't know what it means.
DR. LECTER
Was it a butterfly?
STARLING
Yes. A moth... Just like the one we found in Benjamin Raspail's head an hour ago. Why does he place them there, doctor?
DR. LECTER
The significance of the moth is change. Caterpillar into chrysalis or pupa, and from this into into beauty... Our Billy wants to change, too.
STARLING
(puzzled) There's no correlation in the literature between transsexualism and violence. Transsexuals are very passive.
DR. LECTER
Clever girl. You're so close to the way you're going to catch him - do you realize that?
STARLING
No. Tell me why.
DR. LECTER
After your father's murder, you were orphaned. What happened next? (Clarice drops her gaze) I don't imagine the answer is on those second-rate shoes, Clarice.
STARLING
I went to live with my mother's cousin and her husband in Montana. They had a ranch.
DR. LECTER
Was it a cattle ranch?
STARLING
Sheep and horses.
DR. LECTER
How long did you live there?
STARLING
Two months.
DR. LECTER
Why so briefly?
STARLING
I - ran away...
DR. LECTER
Why, Clarice? Did the rancher make you perform fellatio? Did he sodomize you?
STARLING
No, he was a very decent man. Quid pro quo, Doctor.
DR. LECTER
Billy is not a real transsexual, but he thinks he is. He tries to be. He's tried to be a lot of things, I expect.
STARLING
When you said I was very close to the way we'd catch him. What did you mean, Doctor?
DR. LECTER
There are three major centers for transsexual surgery: Johns Hopkins, the University of Minnesota, and Columbus Medical center. I wouldn't be surprised if Billy had applied for sex reassignment at one or all of them, and been rejected.
STARLING
On what basis would they reject him?
DR. LECTER
Look for severe childhood disturbances associated with violence. Our billy wasn't born a criminal, he was made one through years of systematic abuse..

INT CHILTON'S OFFICE (Chilton listens to the conversation through an earphone)
DR. LECTER (off screen)
Billy hates his own identity, you see. And he thinks that makes him a transexual-- but his pathology is a thousand times more savage and more terrifying.
CATHERINE (O.S.)
Pleeeeeeeease.....!

DISSOLVE TO: INT. GUMB'S CELLAR - DAY (DIM LIGHT) A shadowy male figure looks down at us, leaning over the edge of a deep hole. He holds a little white poodle in his arms, stroking it. This is GUMB, aka "Buffalo Bill."
GUMB
(softly) It rubs the lotion on its skin. It does this whenever it is told.
CATHERINE
Mister... my family will pay cash. Whatever ransom you're askin' for, they pay it.
GUMB
It rubs the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again. Yes, it will, Precious, won't it? It will get the hose!
CATHERINE
(under her breath) Okay.. okay.. okay. Mister, if you let me go, I won't press charges, I promise. see, my mom is a real important woman... I guess you already know that.
GUMB
Now it places the lotion in the basket.
CATHERINE
Please. please I wanna go home.
GUMB
It places the lotion in the basket.
CATHERINE (sobbing)
I wanna see my mommy. I wanna see my
GUMB
Put the fucking lotion in the basket. (as the basket is raised, the light shines on the walls, revealing fingernails. Catherine begins to scream.. After a time, Bill echos her screams. )

INT. DR. LECTER'S CORRIDOR - DAY
CHILTON You still think you're going to walk on some beach, and see the birdies? No, I don't think so. I called Senator Ruth Martin, she never heard of any deal with you. They scammed you, Hannibal... (to Barney) Stand outside, and shut the door.
DR. LECTER
Barney.
CHILTON
There never was a deal with Senator Martin - but there is, now. I designed it. Of course, I've worked in a few conditions for my own benefit, as well. Identify Buffalo Bill, by name, and if the girl is found in time, Senator Martin will have you transferred to Brushy Mountain State Prison, in Tennessee... Answer me, Hannibal. You'll answer me now, or by God, you never leave this cell. Who is Buffalo Bill?
DR. LECTER
His first name is Louis. I'll tell the rest to the Senator herself, but only in Tennessee... And I have a few conditions of my own.
CHILTON
Clean him up and get him ready to go.

INT. FBI BUILDING - OFFICE OF THE DIRECTOR - DAY
DIRECTOR BURKE
Jack, Hannibal Lecter is being transferred to Memphis.
CRAWFORD
Transferred?
DIRECTOR BURKE
Did you have a trainee make some sort of phoney offer to Lecter in the Senator's name?
CRAWFORD
Yeah, I rolled the dice, I had to.
DIRECTOR BURKE
Well she's mad as hell. Paul Krendler's over here from Justice, she's asking him to take charge in Memphis...

EXT. MEMPHIS AIRPORT
BOYLE
Welcome to Memphis, Dr. Lecter. I'm Lt. Boyle, this is Sgt. Patrick. We aim to treat you just as nice as you treat us. Act like a gentlemen, you'll get three hots and a cot. (to Chilton) Sir, if you'll please sign right here, sir, we'll have us a legal transfer. (Chilton instinctively pats his shirt pocket for his gold pen; it's gone.)
BOYLE (contd.)
Here sir, use mine. (Sen. Martin and entourage arrive)
CHILTON
Senator Martin, Dr. Hannibal Lecter.
SEN. MARTIN
Dr. Lecter, I've brought an affidavit guaranteeing your new rights... You'll want to read it before I sign.
DR. LECTER
I won't waste your time or Catherine's time bargaining for petty privileges. Clarice Starling and that awful Jack Crawford have wasted far too much already. I only pray they haven't doomed the poor girl... Let me help you now, and I will trust you when it is all over.
SEN. MARTIN
You have my word. Paul?
DR. LECTER
Buffalo Bill's real name is Louis Friend. I met him just once. He was referred to me in April or May, 1980, by my patient Benjamin Raspail. They were lovers, you see. But Raspail had become very frightened. Apparently Louis had murdered a transient, and "done things" with the skin.
KRENDLER
We need his address, and a physical description.
DR. LECTER
Tell me, Senator. Did you nurse Catherine, yourself?
SEN. MARTIN
What...?
DR. LECTER
Did you breast-feed her?
KRENDLER
Now wait a minute.?
SEN. MARTIN
Yes... I did.
DR. LECTER
Toughened your nipples, didn't it...?
KRENDLER
You son of a bitch!
DR. LECTER
Amputate a man's leg and he can still feel it tickling. Tell me, Mom. When your little girl is on the slab, where will it tickle you?
SEN. MARTIN
Take this thing back to Baltimore.
DR. LECTER
Five foot ten, strongly built, about 180 pounds. Hair blonde, eyes pale blue. He'd be about 35 now. He said he lived in Philadelphia, but may have lied. That's all I can remember, Mom - but if I think of any more, I will let you know. (Senator and entourage begin to walk away) Oh, and Senator, just one more thing... Love your suit.

DISSOLVE TO:
CATHERINE
Okay, Precious. Time for a treat... Preeeeecious...! C'mon, boy, nice yummy bone... c'mon, you little shit... Hang on, boy... hang on... Nooooo...!

DISSOLVE TO: EXT. SHELBY COUNTY COURTHOUSE ? DAY
CHILTON
I can tell you now that in a meeting earlier this evening with Senator Ruth Martin, Dr. Lecter agreed to assist in investigation of trying to find the abductor of Catherine Martin, Buffalo Bill.
REPORTER
How do you fit in, sir?
CHILTON
Well, it was only due to my own unique insight into Lecter's mind that this breakthrough was possible.
REPORTER
And Buffalo Bill's real name??
CHILTON
Buffalo Bill's real name.. is now a matter of record with the proper authorities. MY name is Dr. Fredrick Chilton-
SECOND REPORTER
How do you spell that?
CHILTON
C, H---

INT. COURTHOUSE - GROUND FLOOR - DAY
SGT. TATE
, a Memphis policeman, is studying Clarice's ID. He looks up at her from his command desk, a bit doubtfully.
SGT. TATE
Are you with Dr. Chilton's group?
STARLING
Well, umm. I just saw him outside, sir.
SGT. TATE
Access to Lecter is strictly limited. We've been getting death threats.
STARLING
Yes, I understand, sir.
SGT. TATE
Log in, and check your weapon.

INT COURTHOUSE HALL
KRENDLER
Well, I can't take all the credit for myself. Senator Martin, the Justice Deparment people, the FBI, the folks at the Baltimore State Hospital. . And now for the hard part: apprehending the subject. I have to catch a flight.

INT. ELEVATOR - MOVING
SPOOKED COP
Is it true what they're sayin'? He's some kinda vampire?
STARLING
They don't a have a name for what he is.

CUT TO: INT. HISTORICAL SOCIETY ROOM - 5TH FLOOR
BOYLE
You do know the rules, ma'am?
STARLING
Yes, Lt. Boyle. I've questioned him before.
BOYLE
Go ahead, ma´am.

INT. LECTER'S CELL
DR. LECTER
(without turning) Good evening, Clarice.
STARLING
I thought you might want like drawings back, Doctor.... Just until you get your view.
DR. LECTER
How very thoughtful... Or did Crawford send you here for one last wheedle - before you're both booted off the case?
STARLING
No, I came on my own.
DR. LECTER
People will say we're in love. Anthrax Island.. that was an especially nice touch, Clarice. Yours?
STARLING
Yes.
DR. LECTER
Yeah.. that was good. Pity for poor Catherine. Tick-tock...
STARLING
Your anagrams are showing, Doctor. Louis Friend? Iron Sulfide? Fools gold?
DR. LECTER
Your problem is you need to have more fun in life.
STARLING
I think you were telling me the truth in Baltimore - or starting to. Tell me the rest now.
DR. LECTER
I've studied the case file, have you...? Everything you need to find him is right in these pages.
STARLING
Then tell me how.
DR. LECTER
First principles, Clarice. Simplicity. Read Marcus Aurelius. Of each particular thing, ask: What is it, in itself, what is its nature...? What does he do, this man you seek?
STARLING
He kills w-
DR. LECTER
No -- That is incidental. What is the first and principal thing he does, what need does he serve by killing?
STARLING
Anger, social acceptance, sexual frustration,
DR. LECTER
No, he covets. That's his nature. And how do we begin to covet, Clarice? Do we seek out things to covet? Make an effort to answer.
STARLING
No. We just -
DR. LECTER
No. We begin by coveting what we see every day. Don't you feel eyes moving over your body, Clarice? And don't your eyes seek out the things you want?
STARLING
All right yes, then tell me how -
DR. LECTER
No. It's your turn to tell me, Clarice. You don't have any more vacations to sell. Why did you leave that ranch?
STARLING
Dr. Lecter, we don't have any time for this-
DR. LECTER
But we don't reckon time the same way, Clarice. This is all the time you'll ever have.
STARLING
Later, now please, listen to me, we've only got--
DR. LECTER
No. I will listen now. After your father's murder, you were orphaned. You were ten years old. You went to live with cousins, on a sheep and horse ranch in Montana. And - ?
STARLING
And one morning I just ran away...
DR. LECTER
Not "just," Clarice. What set you off? You started at what time?
STARLING
Early. Still dark.
DR. LECTER
Then something woke you. Was it a dream...? What was it?
STARLING
I heard a strange sound...
DR. LECTER
What was it?
STARLING
Screaming! Some kind of - screaming. Like a child's voice...
LECTER
What did you do?
STARLING
I went downstairs... outside... I crept up to the barn... I was so scared to look inside - but I had to...
DR. LECTER
And what did you see, Clarice? What did you see?
STARLING
Lambs. The lambs were screaming...
DR. LECTER
They were slaughtering the spring lambs?
STARLING
And they were screaming.
DR. LECTER
And you ran away...
STARLING
No. First I tried to free them... I opened the gate of their pen - but they wouldn't run. They just stood there, confused. They wouldn't run...
DR. LECTER
But you could, and you did, didn't you?
STARLING
Yes. I took one lamb. And I ran away, as fast as I could...
DR. LECTER
Where were you going?
STARLING
I don't know. I didn't have any food or any water. And it was very cold. I thought - if I can even save just one... but he got so heavy. So heavy... I didn't get more than a few miles before the sheriff's car picked me up. The rancher was so angry he sent me to live at the Lutheran orphanage in Bozeman. I never saw the ranch again...
DR. LECTER
What became of your lamb, Clarice?
STARLING
He killed him
DR. LECTER
You still wake up sometimes, don't you? Wake up in the dark, and hear the lambs screaming?
STARLING
Yes...
DR. LECTER
Do you think if you saved poor Catherine, you could make them stop...? Don't you.. you think, if Catherine lives, you won't wake up in the dark, ever again, to that awful screaming of the lambs?
STARLING
I don't know...! I don't know.
DR. LECTER
Thank you, Clarice.
STARLING
Tell me his name, Doctor.
DR. LECTER
Dr. Chilton, I presume... I think you know each other?
CHILTON
Okay. Let's go.
STARLING
It's your turn, Doctor. Tell me his name.
CHILTON
Out.
PEMBRY
Sorry, ma'am - we've got orders to have you put on a plane.
DR. LECTER

Brave Clarice. Will you let me know if those lambs stop screaming?
STARLING
Yes. I'll tell you.
DR. LECTER
Clarice! Your case file? (She runs to his cell. He holds out the file, she takes it. For a moment, they touch)
DR. LECTER
Goodbye, Clarice.

INT. SHELBY CO. COURTHOUSE - HISTORICAL SOCIETY ROOM - NIGHT
PEMBRY
Ready when you are, Doc!
DR. LECTER
Just another minute, please!
PEMBRY
Son of a bitch demanded a second dinner.. lamb chops, extra rare.
BOYLE
Wonder what he wants for breakfast - some damn thing from the zoo?
DR. LECTER
Good evening, Gentlemen.
PEMBRY
Okay, Doc, grab some floor.
BOYLE
Same drill as before, please.
DR. LECTER
Ready when you are, Sgt. Pembry.
BOYLE
Hand me that would you?
DR. LECTER
Mind the drawings, please... Thank you
BOYLE
Jimmy!! watch it, he's cuffed me! Jesus CHRIST!
LECTER
(opening the knife) Ready when you are, Sgt. Pembry.

INT. COURTHOUSE - GROUND FLOOR LOBBY - NIGHT
SGT. TATE
What is this shit...? Did somebody go up on five?
POLICE WOMAN
No, nobody went up.
SGT. TATE
Call Pembry, ask him what - (Sound of far away gunshots) SGT. TATE (contd.)
(into mike) CP, shots fired on five! Repeat, shots fired on five!
SPOOKED COP
Sgt. Tate! (The elevator indicator shows the elevator has begun to decend.)
SGT. TATE
Ho-ly shit. SHUT UP...! Bobby, get the vests.
SPOOKED COP
Right, Sarge.
SGT. TATE
Rainey, Howard, cover that fucking elevator if it comes all the way to -
POLICE WOMAN
Look! It stopped!
SGT. TATE
(into mike) Seal off a ten-block radius. Get me the SWAT team and an ambulance, double quick. We're going up.

CUT TO: INT. THIRD FLOOR CORRIDOR - NIGHT (DIMLY LIT)
SGT. TATE
(shouts at ceiling) Pembry?? Boyle???

CUT TO: INT. HISTORICAL SOCIETY ROOM - NIGHT (BRIGHTLY LIT)
SGT. TATE
Oh god! Go!
SGT. TATE (contd.)
(into mike) Command post... Two officers down.
SPOOKED COP
Lecter's gone.
SGT. TATE
Prisoner is missing.
POLICE WOMAN
Boyle's gun is gone, Sgt.
SGT. TATE
Repeat, Lecter's missing and armed. He's stripped the bed, might be making a rope, check all windows. Where the fuck is my ambulance? IN THE CELL -
SPOOKED COP
He's alive! Sgt. Tate, he's alive!
SGT. TATE
Take ahold of him where he can feel your hands, son. Talk to him.
SPOOKED COP
What do I say?
SGT. TATE
It's Jim Pembry, now talk to him, dammit. (into radio, looking around) Lecter is missing and armed -
SPOOKED COP
Pembry.. Pembrey, Can you hear me?
SGT. TATE
he took Boyle's gun... Pembry got off one round - there's a chance Lecter was hit.
SPOOKED COP
Breathe in and out. You're doing a good job. You look real good, Pembry. Real good.

CUT TO; INT. THE ELEVATOR - DESCENDING - NIGHT
SGT. TATE
(into mike) Ten-four, Lieutenant. I'm on the elevator, bringing it down. Pembry and Boyle are both cleared, top three floors secured, main stairwell secured. We think he's somewhere on two.
SGT. TATE
(into mike) Uh, we're pretty sure he's somewhere on two, sir... That's all for now, over.
CUT TO: INT. GROUND FLOOR LOBBY - NIGHT
SGT. TATE
He's on the roof of the elevator.

INT. THIRD FLOOR
PETERSON
I see him... There's a gun by his hand. He's not moving...
RADIO VOICE
One warning, we need him alive.
PETERSON
LECTER!! PUT YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD!! Put one in his leg.
PETERSON
(staring down the shaft, raises his mike again.) No movement.
RADIO VOICE Okay, Johnny, hold your fire...
CUT TO: INT. GROUND FLOOR LOBBY - NIGHT
SWAT COMMANDER
(into radio mike) We're coming into the car, we're opening the hatch. Watch his hands. Any fire will come from us. Affirm?
PETERSON'S VOICE
Got it.

INT. EMS AMBULANCE - MOVING
ATTENDANT
(into radio mike) Memphis general, this is medical unit 26. We're inbound with a 50 yr old male police officer with severe facial lacerations, weapon unknown. We've got grand mal seizure activity but he's postical now. vital signs are good. Pressure's 130 over 90... Yeah, that's right. 90! Pulse 84... Got him on lactated ringer's running. and the patient is on 10 liters of oxygen

INT. STARLING'S DORM ROOM
ARDELIA
They found the ambulance... In the parking garage at Memphis airport. The crew was dead. He killed a tourist, too. Got his clothes, cash... By now he could be anywhere.
STARLING
He won't come after me.
ARDELIA
Oh really?
STARLING
He won't. I can't explain it.. He would consider that rude. It's over.. she's dead.
ARDELIA
It's not your fault it worked out like this.
STARLING
Lecter said, everything we need to catch him with is right here, in these pages...
ARDELIA
Dr. Lecter said a lot of things.
STARLING
He's here, Ardelia.

INT. BILL'S HOUSE. (Bill sews human skin on his sewing machine)

INT. STARLING'S DORM ROOM - NIGHT (VERY LATE)
ARDELIA
(surprised) Is this Lecter's handwriting? "Clarice, doesn't this random scatter- ing of sites seem desperately random - like the elaborations of a bad liar? Ta, Hannibal Lecter."
STARLING
"Desperately random." What does he mean?
ARDELIA
Not random at all, maybe. Like there's some pattern here...?
STARLING
But there is no pattern or the computers would've nailed it. They're even found in random order.
ARDELIA
Random because of the one girl. The one he weighted down.
STARLING
Fredrica Bimmel, from Belvedere, Ohio. First girl taken, third body found... Why?
ARDELIA
'Cause she didn't drift. He weighted her down.
STARLING
What did Lecter say about... "First principles?
ARDELIA
Simplicity...
STARLING
What does this guy do, he "covets." How do we first start to covet?
ARDELIA
"We covet what we see - "
STARLING
"-- every day..."
ARDELIA
Hot damn, Clarice.
STARLING
He knew her.

CUT TO: EXT. BIMMEL HOUSE - BACK YARD - DAY
STARLING
Mr. Bimmel...?
MR. BIMMEL
That's me.
STARLING
Well, I'm Clarice Starling. I'm with the FBI.

CUT TO: INT. BIMMEL HOUSE - STAIRCASE - DAY
STARLING
I appreciate your letting me look around.
MR. BIMMEL
I don't know nothin' new to tell ya. The police been back here so many times already... Fredrica went into Columbus on the bus to see about a job. She left the interview o.k. She never come home. Her bedroom's how she left it. Upstairs, door to the left.

INT. BIMMEL PARLOR - DOWNSTAIRS - DAY
STARLING
(into phone) He's making himself a "woman suit," Mr. Crawford - out of real women! And he can sew, this guy, he's really skilled. a tailor or a dressmaker-
CRAWFORD (On Phone)
Starling -
STARLING
That's why they're all so big - because he needs a lot of skin! He keeps them alive to starve them awhile - to loosen their skin, so that -
CRAWFORD
Starling, we know who he is! And where he is. We're on our way now.
STARLING
(pause; surprised) Where?

CUT TO:
CRAWFORD
(into speaker phone) Calumet City, edge of Chicago. I'll be on the ground in 45 minutes with the HRT. I'm back in charge, Starling. He's mine.
STARLING
(on phone) Sir, that's great news. But how -
CRAWFORD
Johns Hopkins finally came up with a name for us. We fed him into Known Offenders, and he came up cherries. Subject's name is "Jame Gumb," AKA "John Grant." Lecter's description was accurate, he just lied about the name. Listen to this. Customs had some paper on his alias. They stopped a carton two years ago at LAX - live caterpillars from Surinam. The addressee was "Jame Gumb."
STARLING
Chicago's only about 400 miles from here. I could be there in -
CRAWFORD
No, Starling, there isn't time. We want him for murder, not kidnapping. I need you to link him to the Bimmel girl, before he's indicted. See what you can dredge up in Belvedere
STARLING
Yes sir... I'll do my best.
CRAWFORD
(pause; gently) Starling... We never would've found him without you, and nobody's ever going to forget that. Least of all me.
STARLING
Yes sir. Thank you, sir... Mr. Crawford? Mr. Crawford?

INT. GUMB'S CELLAR - DAY (DIM LIGHT)
CATHERINE (to herself)
Thanks for the scraps asshole. but I got a better idea. Precious!
GUMB
Would you fuck me?
GUMB
I'd fuck me.
GUMB
I'd fuck me so hard.

INT. SAVING & LOAN - BELVEDERE ? DAY

STACY
Is that a pretty good job, FBI agent? You get to travel around and stuff? I mean, better places then this?
STARLING
Sometimes you do.
STACY
Freddie was so happy for me when I got this job. This - toaster giveaways, and Barry Manilow on the speakers all day - she thought this was really hot shit. What did she know, big dummy...
STARLING
Stacy, did Fredrica ever mention a man named Jamie Gumb? Or John Grant? (Stacy shakes her head) Do you think she could've had a friend you didn't know about?
STACY
No way. She had a guy, I'da known, believe me. Sewing was her life, she was really great at it. Poor Freddie.
STARLING
Did you ever work with her?
STACY
Oh sure, me'n Pam Malavesi used to help her do alterations for old Mrs. Lippman.
STARLING
Can you give me Mrs. Lippman's address? I need to talk to her.

INT. MR. GUMB'S CELLAR - DAY (DIM LIGHT)
MR. GUMB
Precious, Precious?
CATHERINE (O.S.)
She'd down here you sack of shit.
MR. GUMB
Precious, are you all right?
CATHERINE
Get me a telephone. Lower it down to me. Do it now, mister!
MR. GUMB
Precious?? Darling, are you alright?
CATHERINE
She's in a lot of pain, mister. I think she broke her leg I swear it. I think she needs a vet
BILL
Don't you hurt my dog!
CATHERINE
Don't you make me hurt your dog.
MR. GUMB
You don't know what pain is!

INT. MR. GUMB'S FRONT DOOR - DAY
The door opens, on a chain, and Clarice peers in, smiling.
STARLING
Good afternoon... Sorry to bother you. I'm looking for Mrs. Lippman's family?
MR. GUMB
Lippmans don't live here anymore.
STARLING
Excuse me, but I really need to talk to you.
MR. GUMB
Just briefly. What's the problem, Officer?
STARLING
Well, I'm investigating the death of Fredrica Bimmel.
STARLING
Your name is
MR. GUMB
oh, um Jack Gordon.
STARLING
Mr. Gordon, did you know Fredrica when she worked for Mrs. Lippman?
MR. GUMB
No. Wait... Was she a great, fat person? I read about her in the papers.
STARLING
She was a big girl, yes sir.
MR. GUMB

INT. MR. GUMB'S FRONT HALLWAY - DAY Mr. Gumb glances briefly over his shoulder, towards his kitchen, then turns back to Clarice with a smile.
MR. GUMB
Mrs. Lippman had a son,though maybe he could help you. I have his card somewhere. Do you mind stepping inside, while I looks for it??
STARLING
Thanks.
MR. GUMB (contd.)
Are you close to catching somebody, so you think?
STARLING
Yes, we may be. Did you take over this place after Mrs. Lippman died?
MR. GUMB
Yes. I bought the house two years ago.
STARLING
Did she leave any records here? Tax or business records? Maybe a list of employees?
MR. GUMB
No, nothing at all. Say, has the FBI learned something? The police around here don't seem to have the first clue... I mean, you got like his description or fingerprints or anything like that...?
STARLING
No... no, we don't.
MR. GUMB
Ahhh. Here's that number.
STARLING
Very good, Mr. Gordon. May I use your phone, place?
MR. GUMB
Sure you can use my phone.
STARLING
Freeze!
STARLING
Okay... Okay, Mr. Gumb, you're under arrest. Down on the floor, hands and legs spread, move it.

INT. MR. GUMB'S CELLAR - DAY
CATHERINE
Are you there?? I'm in here!
STARLING
Catherine Martin, FBI,you're safe.
CATHERINE
Thank god. GETMEOUTTAHERE!
STARLING
You're all right! Where is he?
CATHERINE
How the fuck should I know, just GETMEOUTTA HERE.!
STARLING
I'll get you out! Just be quiet so I can hear. Shut that dog up. (still swivelling) Is there a ladder? Is there a rope?
CATHERINE
I DON'TKNOW! GETMEOUT!!
STARLING
Catherine. Listen to me. I have to find a rope. I've gotta leave this room, I'll be right back
CATHERINE
NOOOOO! You fucking bitch don't you LEAVE ME down here, DON'TYOU-
STARLING
CATHERINE, THE OTHER OFFICERS WILL BE HERE ANY MINUTE! shh! be quiet.

EXT. GROUNDS OF THE FBI ACADEMY - WEEKS LATER - DAY DIRECTOR BURKE
Clarice M. Starling.. Congratulations. Ernest W. Stevens.

INT. GRADUATION RECEPTION ARDELIA
Special Agent Starling!
STARLING
Oh,Special Agent Mapp!
ARDELIA
Phone call.
STARLING
Thanks.. Excuse me.
CRAWFORD
Starling!
RODEN
Pilch, could you take our picture?
CRAWFORD
Look, I just wanted to say congratulations.And, umm. I'm not very good at this sorta thing, so I'll just duck out.
STARLING
Okay, sure. Thank you Mr. Crawford
CRAWFORD
Your father would have been proud, today. Don't forget your phone call.

INT. DORM HALLWAY ? NIGHT
STARLING
(picking up phone) Starling.
DR. LECTER
(on phone) Well, Clarice, have the lambs stopped screaming...?
STARLING
Dr. Lecter?
DR. LECTER
Don't bother with a trace, I won't be on long enough.
STARLING
Where are you, Dr. Lecter?
DR. LECTER
I have no plans to call on you, Clarice. The world's more interesting with you in it. So you take care now to extend me the same courtesy.
STARLING
You know I can't make that promise.
DR. LECTER
I do wish we could chat longer, but... I'm having an old friend for dinnner.. Bye.
STARLING
Dr. Lecter? Dr. Lecter? Dr. Lecter? Dr. Lecter.

CUT TO: Chilton getting off plane
CHILTON
Excuse me.. Is the security system all set up?
GUARD
Well, we have security...

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