Hannibal (2001) Movie Script
Sometimes...
Dr. Lecter and I would talk|when things got quiet enough...
about the science courses|I was taking, and--
Some kind of mail-order courses|in psychology, Nurse Barney?
Some kind of mail-order courses|in psychology, Nurse Barney?
No, sir.
See, 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.
you observed Clarice Starling|and Hannibal Lecter interacting.
Interacting?
Talking to one another.
Yes. It seemed to me that they--
I 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.
Clarice Starling|and Hannibal Lecter...
became friendly?
Inside a kind|of formal structure, yes.
And he was fond of her?
Thank you, Barney.
Thank you very much|for your candor.
And keep all those|wonderful items...
from your personal Lecter|treasure trove coming.
I've enjoyed them immensely.
Mr. Verger.
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?
thousand.
Cordell...
cut a check for $250,000.
How can she sleep|at a time like this?
She was on a jump-out squad|all night.
She's saving her strength.
No problem, sir.
We got some guy named Bolton|from the D.C. Police.
All right, everyone,|pay attention.
Here's the layout.
Excuse me.|I'm Officer Bolton, D.C. Police.
I see that from your badge.|How do you do?
I'm in charge here.
Officer Bolton,|I'm Special Agent Starling.
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've 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 today.
You got a smart mouth, lady.
Officer, 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 is HIV positive.
She will spit and bite|if she's cornered, so watch it.
If you happen to be the one|who puts her in a patrol car...
in front of the news cameras,|Officer Bolton...
you don't want|to push her head down.
She'll likely have a needle|in her hair.
We want to take her inside,|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...
D.C.P.D. backing 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?
God damn it. It's her--
with three guys.|They're all packing.
She's carrying 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.
-Whiskey Team copies.|-Burke copy.
This is Bolton. Stay on target.
I said all units stand down,|Bolton, right now.
-Too late. We're moving in.|-Bolton, it's off.
Stand down now.
She's carrying a baby.
All units stand down.
Keep that gun down, Bolton.
Dude got a piece.|Light his ass up.
It's a go. FBI!
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 have you been?
Don't do this.
Do what?
It's all right. It's OK.
I know, I know.
Baby, I know. It's OK.
Friends, family, and co-workers|gathered here this morning...
at Arlington|National Cemetery...
to bury BATF agent|John Brigham...
shot and killed|in the line of duty Friday.
He was forty years old.
This ill-fated drug raid that|claimed his life and 5 others...
is the latest in a seemingly|endless series of incidents...
beginning with Waco, Texas...
in which the Justice 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.
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|U.S. senator from Tennessee.
However, when she returns|to work later 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.
Yes, sir.
Get me the Justice Department.
Agent Starling?
This is John Eldridge from DEA.
Assistant Director Noonan,|of course, 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 favor to us.
Paul's come over from Justice|unofficially as a favor to us.
In other words,|he's here, and he's not here.
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 can 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 going to be 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 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|halt this meeting...
and get back to you|individually by phone.
Waste of time.
You have a secret admirer,|Starling.
Isn't much to look at, but he|has friends in high places.
Remember Mason Verger?
Lecter's fourth victim--
the rich one.
The only one that survived.
He has new Lecter information.|He'll only share it with you.
What do you mean,|only share it with me?
You want it, seize it.
We'd rather not.
I wasn't speaking to you,|Mr. Krendler.
When I speak to you,|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, "Hey, 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 again...
if he really does have|something new.
It's a good deal for you,|Starling.
You can't pretend it isn't.
You get to go back|on a celebrated case.
I'll take care of the media|for your Drumgo killing.
Everyone's going to be happy.
I'm not happy.
Well, maybe you're|incapable of being happy.
Mr. Krendler...
when you're 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' 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 really|change anything.
It changes everything.|It changes me.
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.
Six to eight|versus an estimate of sixteen.
Dylan, they're saying sales|have slowed down.
Seems like|a recurring theme here.
Perhaps corporate spending|on a slowdown.
Mr. Verger,|Agent Starling is here.
Good morning, Mr. Verger.
-Was that a Mustang I heard?|-Yes, it was.
A five liter?
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'd like to attach|this microphone...
to your clothing or your pillow,|if you're comfortable with that.
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...
deposing Mason R. Verger|on March 20, sworn and attested.
I want to tell you|about summer camp.
-It was a wonderful childhood--|-We can get to that later.
We can get to it now.
It all comes to bear.
It was a Christian camp|my father founded...
for poor, unfortunate,|castoff little boys and girls...
who would do anything|for a candy bar.
Mr. Verger, I don't need to know|about the sex offenses.
It's all right.
I have immunity|from the U.S. 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?
That is what I mean.
Yes, if you don't mind|talking about it.
-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|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 setup,|among other things.
It's a way 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 l?"
And, 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, "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."
I can still see it.
Try again.
No, I'm afraid not.
That's entertainment
It seemed like a good idea|at the time.
Mr. Verger,|you indicated to me...
that you'd received|some new information.
Where did this come from?
Buenos Aires.|I received it two weeks ago.
Where is the package it came in?
Good question.
There was nothing written on it|of interest.
Cordell, did we throw it out?
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 dishonor.
Thank you.|I think 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?
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.
This stuff's worth lots of money|in certain circles.
It's kind of like the cocaine|that disappears around here...
Little by little.
Let me go!
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.
When you turned Dr. Lecter over|to the Tennessee Police--
They weren't civil to him,|and 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.
You ever think after he escaped|he might come after you?
He once told me|that whenever feasible...
he preferred to eat the rude.
"Free-range rude,"|he called them.
What about you? You ever think|he might come after you?
You ever think about him at all?
At least thirty 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.
Barney, I just found out...
that Dr. Lecter's signed copy|of "The Joy of Cooking"...
was sold to a private collector|for $16,000.
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...
only at the bottom,|she signed it "Barney."
Same thing on your tax returns.
You want the book?
Maybe I can get it back.
I want the X-ray they shot|after you broke Lecter's arm...
during the attack on that nurse.
And everything else you got.
We used to talk about|a lot of things at night.
After the screaming|finally died down...
We talked about you sometimes.
You want to 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,|hard-wired behavior.
He used genetics|in roller pigeons as an example.
They fly way up in the air...
roll backwards in a display,|falling toward 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.
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 de Cavalcanti?
Would he recognize that?
I think not.
They're still arguing.
The Capponi Correspondence|goes back to the 13th Century.
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.|Let's set a date.
Very well. On the 14th.
Dr. Fell?
Chief Inspector Rinaldo Pazzi|of the Questura.
Commendatore.|How can I be of service?
I'm sorry. I'm investigating|the disappearance...
of your predecessor...
Signore de 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 Il 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.
Thanks.
How's it goin'? 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."
Geoffrey,|would you excuse me, please?
Sure.
Dear Clarice...
I have 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 odor 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 public website...
that I have 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.
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, M.D.
P.S.
Clearly this new assignment|is not your choice.
Rather, I suppose it is|part of the bargain...
but you accepted it, Clarice.
Your job is to craft my doom.
So I am 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,|but--
I know it's him.
Where he was when he wrote it|is what I need.
The paper isn't gonna help.
And, yes, it's linen fiber|and on the expensive side...
but, no, it isn't so rare|that you won't find it...
in a thousand different|stationary stores...
throughout the world.
It's the same with the ink.
And the same with the wax.
And your Las Vegas postmark,|well, you can check it out...
but I'll bet you a dollar it|came from a remailing service.
No, 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 have no 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 any 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?
Camera from a perfume shop|on 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...
Like they were making|a point not to say.
Are we going to the opera?
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've forced you|to consider it, though?
It's perfectly OK to feel this.
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 you doing|sitting 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?
And what's the point of that?
Are you writing a book|or 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 flutist,|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.
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?
Well,|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 here to impress|upon you, Starling...
is I better see cooperation.
There are|no little fiefdoms here.
I want to be copied|on every 3-0-2, 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?
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 corn-pone country pussy.
That said, I wouldn't mind|having a go with you 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 will 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.
-I'll send you tomorrow?|-All right.
Nothin', huh?
Nothin' yet.
Still waitin' on|Florence and London.
The number you have dialed|is not in service at this time.
Please check the numb--
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 is|excellent in these matters.
May I give you|his toll-free number?
The number is|0-0-4-1-2-3-3-1-7.
Thank you for calling.
I was just speaking|with someone--
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--
Buon giorno.
Dr. Fell? It's Inspector Pazzi.
Yes, I can see you.
Come on up.
Snap.
I should have encouraged you|to bring someone along.
The cases, I'm afraid,|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?
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.
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.
Okey-dokey,|let's drag these down.
They must be as heavy as bodies.
And the set?
Eight thousand.
-How much is this?|-50,000.
I'll take it.
Scusi, signor.
Well done.
Gnocco.
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 Collicciano.
Give me the bracelet.
Wash your fucking hands.
He's coming.
Grazie.
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.
Pronto.
Carlo?
Mason?
Ciao, bello. Come stai?
Very 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.
Cordell will fax|the veterinary forms...
directly to Animal|and Plant Health...
but you need to get the vet|affidavits from Sardinia.
Va bene?
Bene, bene.
How are they?
They are big, Mason--|very big.
Tommaso.
Say again?
They are big, Mason--|really big.
Maybe 270 kilos.
Can you hear?
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.
In fact, it's preferable|to all concerned...
if that's the extent|of your involvement...
from this point.
I prefer to stay involved--|to make sure things go right.
Professionals will see to that.
I am a professional.
You enjoy the performance,|Commendatore?
Very much.
Allegra, this is Dr. Fell,|curator of the Capponi Library.
Signora Pazzi.
I'm honored.
Are you from America, Doctor?
Not originally.|I've traveled 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.
I 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 sing 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.
Commendatore.
Allegra.
Let's get something to eat.
Of course.
Why not?
Is that you, Doctor?
Questura. Pandolfini.
I'd like to speak with...
Chief Inspector|Rinaldo Pazzi, please.
This is Agent Clarice Starling|from the American FBI.
All right. One moment.
Pazzi! FBI.
I'm not here.
Inspector Pazzi, 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 of all,|I'd like to 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 was indeed shown|on that tape is Hannibal Lecter.
Who?
Dr. Hannibal Lecter.|You've never heard of him?
I'm not familiar.
The tape confirms that he is,|or was recently, in Florence.
Really?
He's a very dangerous man,|Inspector.
He's killed fourteen people--|that we know of.
I really have to go, miss...
Starling.|Just another minute.
Are you sure|you've never heard of him?
No, I haven't.
Because I'm confused.
I'm confused,|because 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 Il 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|in Memphis while in custody...
tearing the face off one,|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.
Buona sera, Professore.
Because of his avarice...
and 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 like Judas 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 was 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.
Commendatore Pazzi.
Wasn't easy, but I got this|number without telling them why.
-Sorry.|-Not at all. Welcome.
Please join us.
Thank you.
In this plate...
from the 15th Century edition|of the "Inferno"...
Pier Della Vigna's body|hangs from a bleeding tree.
I will not belabor|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. I'd like that.
I'll be a minute|gathering my things.
Take your time.
Allegra, I'll be home|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.
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.
I'll ask you questions,|then we'll see, all right?
So...
Was it Mason Verger|you sold me to?
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.
Your heart|is really palpitating.
It's not your heart.
Well...
shall I answer it?
Pronto.
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?
Well, hello, Clarice.
I'm afraid|I have bad news for you.
Is he dead?
Did you get my note?
I hope you liked the skin cream.|I had it specially made for you.
Is he dead, Dr. Lecter?
Clarice, there is nothing|in this world...
that I would love more 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.
OK, hold on.
Here we go.
I'll go around back.
Cut him !|Kill him if you have to!
What's it to be--|bowels in or bowels out?
Like Judas.
Are you confused?
Then I'll decide for you,|if you'll permit me.
Good evening.
To you...
does that look like|a wave good-bye?
Or hello?
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...
or make it|"Beauty and the Beast"...
Lecter's object, as I know|from personal experience...
has always been degradation...
and suffering.
Cordell,|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. I don't understand|why she didn't turn this over.
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.
What do you think?
You'd have been better off...
if you never got her out|of trouble in the first place.
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.
$500,000.
That's better, but not much.
-Will it work?|-It'll work.
It won't be pretty.
What ever is?
Cocksucker.
I've 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?
What possible reason|might I have to withhold it?
Perhaps because of the nature|of its content.
It reads to me like a...|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."
It sounds like him to me.
Do you mean, Mr. Krendler,|like a homosexual?
Like a nut with a crush.
Excuse me, Director Noonan--
I am placing you|on administrative leave...
till document analysis|tells me...
unequivocally|a mistake's been made.
You remain eligible for|insurance and medical benefits.
Surrender your weapons|and your I.D. 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.
You're lucky you're not sworn|here today, Starling.
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...
into the charges...
Special Agent Clarice Starling,|a ten-year Bureau veteran...
began her career|with an assignment...
to interview lethal madman|Hannibal Lecter.
Earlier today,|we heard comments...
from Justice Department|spokesman Paul Krendler.
There he is.
Can you comment on the|Justice Department's decision?
The FBI|and the Justice Department...
are looking very carefully|into the charges...
and, yes,|they're extremely serious.
I'd like to add|a personal note, though.
Starling is one of the best|agents that we have.
Having known her|for a number of years...
I'd be surprised if these|accusations turn out to be true.
Is the Justice Department|and FBI united in this decision?
It's much too soon|to condemn her.
Good boy.
Ah, and this.
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?
Well, 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 on that battery|is low, Clarice.
I would have changed it,|but I didn't want to wake you.
You'll have to use|the other one in the charger.
Hopefully, the light on it|is green by now.
Because this'll be a long call,|and I can't let you off...
because even though you've been|stripped of your duties...
I know you wouldn'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?
Go.
Very good.
Thank you.
If caught with a concealed,|unlicensed firearm...
in the District of Columbia,|the penalty is pretty stiff.
But bring the guns|if you have to.
Now get in your car.
The reason|we're doing it like this...
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...
I'm very happy and very healthy.
You, though...|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.|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|that 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 they envy you.
They're weak and 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?
We could have some fun.
No, Mason Verger|does not want to kill me...
any more|than I want to kill him.
He just wants to see me suffer|in some unimaginable way.
He is rather twisted, you know.
Have you had the pleasure|of meeting him?
I have.
Face to face, so to speak?
Attractive, isn't he?
Dr. Lecter?
OK, back to you.
I want to know what it is|you think you will do...
now that everything in the world|you've ever cared about...
has been taken away from you.
I don't know, Dr. Lecter.
Tell me, Clarice,|do you think you'll work...
as a chambermaid|at a motel on Route 66...
just like your mommy?
May I have your attention,|please?
Will Mrs. Clark meet|your arriving party at Gate D?
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're|leading them to me?
Do you have so much faith|in your abilities, Clarice...
that you honestly believe you|could 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.
Piero.
Clarice,|you were very, very warm.
You were so close.
And now you're|getting colder again.
Yeah, warmer again.
I've been generous enough|with you and the clues.
You're on your own now,|Clarice.
Hope you like them, Clarice.|Ta-ta.
Va bene.
Go.
Vai! Vai!
Get out of the way!
I know the first thing|an hysteric says is...
"I am not an hysteric,"
But I am not an hysteric.|I'm 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've given you|the license plate.
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 out|with the local authorities...
if he'll let us on the property|without a warrant.
I should go, too.|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 found.
Thank Mr. Verger|for letting us look around.
Sorry if we inconvenienced him.
Not at all.|He's always happy to see you.
Phone.
What number, please?
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 before...
you are not a law officer|while you're on suspension.
You're Joe Blow.
I hope, for your sake,|you're in the bathroom.
Hylochoerus...
Meinertzhageni.
Ring any bells from|high school biology, Doctor?
Well, I could list its most|conspicuous features...
if that will help|jog the memory.
Three pairs of incisors...
one pair of elongated canines...
three pairs of molars...
four pairs of pre-molars,|upper and lower...
for a total of forty-four teeth.
The meal will begin|with an hors d'oeuvre 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...
you'd fed the rest of me|to the dogs.
No, Mason.
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 bad as you do by now.
Hold it!|Hands where I can see them !
Quiet!
-Si.|-Vai!
What was that?
Cordell, quickly!
Down 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 will shoot you.
Understood.
Do right|and you'll live through this.
Spoken like a true Protestant.
Better hurry.
This 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?
No. I'm staying out of this.
You're involved is what you are,|in all of it!
-Now do it!|-No!
Hey, Cordell!|Why don't you push him in?
You can always say it was me.
Yeah, 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, understand?
Whoever it is,|they can all wait, OK?
Mary, it's Fourth of July,|for Christ sakes.
Thank you.
What the fuck?
Good. You brought the wine.
Oh, God!
One time I bet a friend...
I could hold a lit firecracker|in my hand...
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?
You see, dinner appeals|to taste and smell--
the oldest senses and closest|to the center of the mind.
They precede almost|every human emotion.
We've traced your call...
and units will be there|in about ten minutes.
If you can do it safely,|then just get out of the house.
Otherwise,|stay on the phone with me.
Ma'am?
Are you there?
...which fork to use.
You want to behave|in front of the other guests.
It's most important.
You might have to work on that.
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.
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, Clarice?
Something to bash me|over the head with?
Put it on the table.
Good girl.
That's mine.
Now, sit down.
Clarice...love the dress.
It's beautiful.
-What do you think, Paul?|-Nice.
Why don't you say grace, Paul?
Me?
-Grace?|-Sure.
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.
Now 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.
Better you should|eat some broth. OK?
By the way, Starling...
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 a office girl!|Can you type and file?
Can you take dictation?
Take this down:
Washington is full|of corn-pone country pussy.
I took it down.|You said it already.
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. No.
That's a good girl.
Good.
The brain itself feels no pain,|if that concerns you.
For example, Paul won't miss|this little piece here...
which is the 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 now, and I'll|tell you what they are.
How does that word|taste to you, Clarice?
Cheap and metallic, like...|sucking on a greasy coin?
Who's Clarice?
Agent Starling, Paul.
If you can't keep up|with the conversation...
you better not try|to join in at all.
Me, Paul. I'm Starling.
See.
Here...
Right here is the...
sac that contains the brain.
I would really like some wine!
That smells great.
Yeah. I bet. Why don't you|try a little piece?
I would really like some wine.
It is good.
All right. Just a little.
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?
Would 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 had plans for|that smart mouth...
but I'm never gonna|hire her--you now.
Paul?
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.
I'm really pressed for time...
so where's the key?
Where's the key?
Above...
or below the wrist, Clarice?
This is really gonna hurt.
Show me your hands!
Identify yourself!
I'm Clarice Starling!
FBI!
What's that?
That's caviar.
What are those?
These are figs.
And that?
And this?
That I don't think|you would like.
It looks good.
-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."
Dr. Lecter and I would talk|when things got quiet enough...
about the science courses|I was taking, and--
Some kind of mail-order courses|in psychology, Nurse Barney?
Some kind of mail-order courses|in psychology, Nurse Barney?
No, sir.
See, 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.
you observed Clarice Starling|and Hannibal Lecter interacting.
Interacting?
Talking to one another.
Yes. It seemed to me that they--
I 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.
Clarice Starling|and Hannibal Lecter...
became friendly?
Inside a kind|of formal structure, yes.
And he was fond of her?
Thank you, Barney.
Thank you very much|for your candor.
And keep all those|wonderful items...
from your personal Lecter|treasure trove coming.
I've enjoyed them immensely.
Mr. Verger.
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?
thousand.
Cordell...
cut a check for $250,000.
How can she sleep|at a time like this?
She was on a jump-out squad|all night.
She's saving her strength.
No problem, sir.
We got some guy named Bolton|from the D.C. Police.
All right, everyone,|pay attention.
Here's the layout.
Excuse me.|I'm Officer Bolton, D.C. Police.
I see that from your badge.|How do you do?
I'm in charge here.
Officer Bolton,|I'm Special Agent Starling.
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've 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 today.
You got a smart mouth, lady.
Officer, 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 is HIV positive.
She will spit and bite|if she's cornered, so watch it.
If you happen to be the one|who puts her in a patrol car...
in front of the news cameras,|Officer Bolton...
you don't want|to push her head down.
She'll likely have a needle|in her hair.
We want to take her inside,|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...
D.C.P.D. backing 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?
God damn it. It's her--
with three guys.|They're all packing.
She's carrying 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.
-Whiskey Team copies.|-Burke copy.
This is Bolton. Stay on target.
I said all units stand down,|Bolton, right now.
-Too late. We're moving in.|-Bolton, it's off.
Stand down now.
She's carrying a baby.
All units stand down.
Keep that gun down, Bolton.
Dude got a piece.|Light his ass up.
It's a go. FBI!
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 have you been?
Don't do this.
Do what?
It's all right. It's OK.
I know, I know.
Baby, I know. It's OK.
Friends, family, and co-workers|gathered here this morning...
at Arlington|National Cemetery...
to bury BATF agent|John Brigham...
shot and killed|in the line of duty Friday.
He was forty years old.
This ill-fated drug raid that|claimed his life and 5 others...
is the latest in a seemingly|endless series of incidents...
beginning with Waco, Texas...
in which the Justice 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.
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|U.S. senator from Tennessee.
However, when she returns|to work later 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.
Yes, sir.
Get me the Justice Department.
Agent Starling?
This is John Eldridge from DEA.
Assistant Director Noonan,|of course, 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 favor to us.
Paul's come over from Justice|unofficially as a favor to us.
In other words,|he's here, and he's not here.
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 can 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 going to be 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 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|halt this meeting...
and get back to you|individually by phone.
Waste of time.
You have a secret admirer,|Starling.
Isn't much to look at, but he|has friends in high places.
Remember Mason Verger?
Lecter's fourth victim--
the rich one.
The only one that survived.
He has new Lecter information.|He'll only share it with you.
What do you mean,|only share it with me?
You want it, seize it.
We'd rather not.
I wasn't speaking to you,|Mr. Krendler.
When I speak to you,|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, "Hey, 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 again...
if he really does have|something new.
It's a good deal for you,|Starling.
You can't pretend it isn't.
You get to go back|on a celebrated case.
I'll take care of the media|for your Drumgo killing.
Everyone's going to be happy.
I'm not happy.
Well, maybe you're|incapable of being happy.
Mr. Krendler...
when you're 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' 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 really|change anything.
It changes everything.|It changes me.
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.
Six to eight|versus an estimate of sixteen.
Dylan, they're saying sales|have slowed down.
Seems like|a recurring theme here.
Perhaps corporate spending|on a slowdown.
Mr. Verger,|Agent Starling is here.
Good morning, Mr. Verger.
-Was that a Mustang I heard?|-Yes, it was.
A five liter?
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'd like to attach|this microphone...
to your clothing or your pillow,|if you're comfortable with that.
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...
deposing Mason R. Verger|on March 20, sworn and attested.
I want to tell you|about summer camp.
-It was a wonderful childhood--|-We can get to that later.
We can get to it now.
It all comes to bear.
It was a Christian camp|my father founded...
for poor, unfortunate,|castoff little boys and girls...
who would do anything|for a candy bar.
Mr. Verger, I don't need to know|about the sex offenses.
It's all right.
I have immunity|from the U.S. 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?
That is what I mean.
Yes, if you don't mind|talking about it.
-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|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 setup,|among other things.
It's a way 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 l?"
And, 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, "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."
I can still see it.
Try again.
No, I'm afraid not.
That's entertainment
It seemed like a good idea|at the time.
Mr. Verger,|you indicated to me...
that you'd received|some new information.
Where did this come from?
Buenos Aires.|I received it two weeks ago.
Where is the package it came in?
Good question.
There was nothing written on it|of interest.
Cordell, did we throw it out?
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 dishonor.
Thank you.|I think 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?
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.
This stuff's worth lots of money|in certain circles.
It's kind of like the cocaine|that disappears around here...
Little by little.
Let me go!
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.
When you turned Dr. Lecter over|to the Tennessee Police--
They weren't civil to him,|and 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.
You ever think after he escaped|he might come after you?
He once told me|that whenever feasible...
he preferred to eat the rude.
"Free-range rude,"|he called them.
What about you? You ever think|he might come after you?
You ever think about him at all?
At least thirty 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.
Barney, I just found out...
that Dr. Lecter's signed copy|of "The Joy of Cooking"...
was sold to a private collector|for $16,000.
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...
only at the bottom,|she signed it "Barney."
Same thing on your tax returns.
You want the book?
Maybe I can get it back.
I want the X-ray they shot|after you broke Lecter's arm...
during the attack on that nurse.
And everything else you got.
We used to talk about|a lot of things at night.
After the screaming|finally died down...
We talked about you sometimes.
You want to 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,|hard-wired behavior.
He used genetics|in roller pigeons as an example.
They fly way up in the air...
roll backwards in a display,|falling toward 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.
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 de Cavalcanti?
Would he recognize that?
I think not.
They're still arguing.
The Capponi Correspondence|goes back to the 13th Century.
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.|Let's set a date.
Very well. On the 14th.
Dr. Fell?
Chief Inspector Rinaldo Pazzi|of the Questura.
Commendatore.|How can I be of service?
I'm sorry. I'm investigating|the disappearance...
of your predecessor...
Signore de 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 Il 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.
Thanks.
How's it goin'? 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."
Geoffrey,|would you excuse me, please?
Sure.
Dear Clarice...
I have 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 odor 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 public website...
that I have 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.
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, M.D.
P.S.
Clearly this new assignment|is not your choice.
Rather, I suppose it is|part of the bargain...
but you accepted it, Clarice.
Your job is to craft my doom.
So I am 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,|but--
I know it's him.
Where he was when he wrote it|is what I need.
The paper isn't gonna help.
And, yes, it's linen fiber|and on the expensive side...
but, no, it isn't so rare|that you won't find it...
in a thousand different|stationary stores...
throughout the world.
It's the same with the ink.
And the same with the wax.
And your Las Vegas postmark,|well, you can check it out...
but I'll bet you a dollar it|came from a remailing service.
No, 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 have no 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 any 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?
Camera from a perfume shop|on 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...
Like they were making|a point not to say.
Are we going to the opera?
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've forced you|to consider it, though?
It's perfectly OK to feel this.
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 you doing|sitting 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?
And what's the point of that?
Are you writing a book|or 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 flutist,|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.
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?
Well,|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 here to impress|upon you, Starling...
is I better see cooperation.
There are|no little fiefdoms here.
I want to be copied|on every 3-0-2, 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?
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 corn-pone country pussy.
That said, I wouldn't mind|having a go with you 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 will 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.
-I'll send you tomorrow?|-All right.
Nothin', huh?
Nothin' yet.
Still waitin' on|Florence and London.
The number you have dialed|is not in service at this time.
Please check the numb--
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 is|excellent in these matters.
May I give you|his toll-free number?
The number is|0-0-4-1-2-3-3-1-7.
Thank you for calling.
I was just speaking|with someone--
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--
Buon giorno.
Dr. Fell? It's Inspector Pazzi.
Yes, I can see you.
Come on up.
Snap.
I should have encouraged you|to bring someone along.
The cases, I'm afraid,|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?
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.
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.
Okey-dokey,|let's drag these down.
They must be as heavy as bodies.
And the set?
Eight thousand.
-How much is this?|-50,000.
I'll take it.
Scusi, signor.
Well done.
Gnocco.
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 Collicciano.
Give me the bracelet.
Wash your fucking hands.
He's coming.
Grazie.
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.
Pronto.
Carlo?
Mason?
Ciao, bello. Come stai?
Very 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.
Cordell will fax|the veterinary forms...
directly to Animal|and Plant Health...
but you need to get the vet|affidavits from Sardinia.
Va bene?
Bene, bene.
How are they?
They are big, Mason--|very big.
Tommaso.
Say again?
They are big, Mason--|really big.
Maybe 270 kilos.
Can you hear?
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.
In fact, it's preferable|to all concerned...
if that's the extent|of your involvement...
from this point.
I prefer to stay involved--|to make sure things go right.
Professionals will see to that.
I am a professional.
You enjoy the performance,|Commendatore?
Very much.
Allegra, this is Dr. Fell,|curator of the Capponi Library.
Signora Pazzi.
I'm honored.
Are you from America, Doctor?
Not originally.|I've traveled 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.
I 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 sing 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.
Commendatore.
Allegra.
Let's get something to eat.
Of course.
Why not?
Is that you, Doctor?
Questura. Pandolfini.
I'd like to speak with...
Chief Inspector|Rinaldo Pazzi, please.
This is Agent Clarice Starling|from the American FBI.
All right. One moment.
Pazzi! FBI.
I'm not here.
Inspector Pazzi, 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 of all,|I'd like to 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 was indeed shown|on that tape is Hannibal Lecter.
Who?
Dr. Hannibal Lecter.|You've never heard of him?
I'm not familiar.
The tape confirms that he is,|or was recently, in Florence.
Really?
He's a very dangerous man,|Inspector.
He's killed fourteen people--|that we know of.
I really have to go, miss...
Starling.|Just another minute.
Are you sure|you've never heard of him?
No, I haven't.
Because I'm confused.
I'm confused,|because 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 Il 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|in Memphis while in custody...
tearing the face off one,|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.
Buona sera, Professore.
Because of his avarice...
and 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 like Judas 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 was 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.
Commendatore Pazzi.
Wasn't easy, but I got this|number without telling them why.
-Sorry.|-Not at all. Welcome.
Please join us.
Thank you.
In this plate...
from the 15th Century edition|of the "Inferno"...
Pier Della Vigna's body|hangs from a bleeding tree.
I will not belabor|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. I'd like that.
I'll be a minute|gathering my things.
Take your time.
Allegra, I'll be home|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.
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.
I'll ask you questions,|then we'll see, all right?
So...
Was it Mason Verger|you sold me to?
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.
Your heart|is really palpitating.
It's not your heart.
Well...
shall I answer it?
Pronto.
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?
Well, hello, Clarice.
I'm afraid|I have bad news for you.
Is he dead?
Did you get my note?
I hope you liked the skin cream.|I had it specially made for you.
Is he dead, Dr. Lecter?
Clarice, there is nothing|in this world...
that I would love more 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.
OK, hold on.
Here we go.
I'll go around back.
Cut him !|Kill him if you have to!
What's it to be--|bowels in or bowels out?
Like Judas.
Are you confused?
Then I'll decide for you,|if you'll permit me.
Good evening.
To you...
does that look like|a wave good-bye?
Or hello?
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...
or make it|"Beauty and the Beast"...
Lecter's object, as I know|from personal experience...
has always been degradation...
and suffering.
Cordell,|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. I don't understand|why she didn't turn this over.
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.
What do you think?
You'd have been better off...
if you never got her out|of trouble in the first place.
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.
$500,000.
That's better, but not much.
-Will it work?|-It'll work.
It won't be pretty.
What ever is?
Cocksucker.
I've 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?
What possible reason|might I have to withhold it?
Perhaps because of the nature|of its content.
It reads to me like a...|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."
It sounds like him to me.
Do you mean, Mr. Krendler,|like a homosexual?
Like a nut with a crush.
Excuse me, Director Noonan--
I am placing you|on administrative leave...
till document analysis|tells me...
unequivocally|a mistake's been made.
You remain eligible for|insurance and medical benefits.
Surrender your weapons|and your I.D. 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.
You're lucky you're not sworn|here today, Starling.
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...
into the charges...
Special Agent Clarice Starling,|a ten-year Bureau veteran...
began her career|with an assignment...
to interview lethal madman|Hannibal Lecter.
Earlier today,|we heard comments...
from Justice Department|spokesman Paul Krendler.
There he is.
Can you comment on the|Justice Department's decision?
The FBI|and the Justice Department...
are looking very carefully|into the charges...
and, yes,|they're extremely serious.
I'd like to add|a personal note, though.
Starling is one of the best|agents that we have.
Having known her|for a number of years...
I'd be surprised if these|accusations turn out to be true.
Is the Justice Department|and FBI united in this decision?
It's much too soon|to condemn her.
Good boy.
Ah, and this.
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?
Well, 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 on that battery|is low, Clarice.
I would have changed it,|but I didn't want to wake you.
You'll have to use|the other one in the charger.
Hopefully, the light on it|is green by now.
Because this'll be a long call,|and I can't let you off...
because even though you've been|stripped of your duties...
I know you wouldn'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?
Go.
Very good.
Thank you.
If caught with a concealed,|unlicensed firearm...
in the District of Columbia,|the penalty is pretty stiff.
But bring the guns|if you have to.
Now get in your car.
The reason|we're doing it like this...
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...
I'm very happy and very healthy.
You, though...|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.|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|that 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 they envy you.
They're weak and 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?
We could have some fun.
No, Mason Verger|does not want to kill me...
any more|than I want to kill him.
He just wants to see me suffer|in some unimaginable way.
He is rather twisted, you know.
Have you had the pleasure|of meeting him?
I have.
Face to face, so to speak?
Attractive, isn't he?
Dr. Lecter?
OK, back to you.
I want to know what it is|you think you will do...
now that everything in the world|you've ever cared about...
has been taken away from you.
I don't know, Dr. Lecter.
Tell me, Clarice,|do you think you'll work...
as a chambermaid|at a motel on Route 66...
just like your mommy?
May I have your attention,|please?
Will Mrs. Clark meet|your arriving party at Gate D?
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're|leading them to me?
Do you have so much faith|in your abilities, Clarice...
that you honestly believe you|could 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.
Piero.
Clarice,|you were very, very warm.
You were so close.
And now you're|getting colder again.
Yeah, warmer again.
I've been generous enough|with you and the clues.
You're on your own now,|Clarice.
Hope you like them, Clarice.|Ta-ta.
Va bene.
Go.
Vai! Vai!
Get out of the way!
I know the first thing|an hysteric says is...
"I am not an hysteric,"
But I am not an hysteric.|I'm 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've given you|the license plate.
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 out|with the local authorities...
if he'll let us on the property|without a warrant.
I should go, too.|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 found.
Thank Mr. Verger|for letting us look around.
Sorry if we inconvenienced him.
Not at all.|He's always happy to see you.
Phone.
What number, please?
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 before...
you are not a law officer|while you're on suspension.
You're Joe Blow.
I hope, for your sake,|you're in the bathroom.
Hylochoerus...
Meinertzhageni.
Ring any bells from|high school biology, Doctor?
Well, I could list its most|conspicuous features...
if that will help|jog the memory.
Three pairs of incisors...
one pair of elongated canines...
three pairs of molars...
four pairs of pre-molars,|upper and lower...
for a total of forty-four teeth.
The meal will begin|with an hors d'oeuvre 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...
you'd fed the rest of me|to the dogs.
No, Mason.
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 bad as you do by now.
Hold it!|Hands where I can see them !
Quiet!
-Si.|-Vai!
What was that?
Cordell, quickly!
Down 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 will shoot you.
Understood.
Do right|and you'll live through this.
Spoken like a true Protestant.
Better hurry.
This 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?
No. I'm staying out of this.
You're involved is what you are,|in all of it!
-Now do it!|-No!
Hey, Cordell!|Why don't you push him in?
You can always say it was me.
Yeah, 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, understand?
Whoever it is,|they can all wait, OK?
Mary, it's Fourth of July,|for Christ sakes.
Thank you.
What the fuck?
Good. You brought the wine.
Oh, God!
One time I bet a friend...
I could hold a lit firecracker|in my hand...
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?
You see, dinner appeals|to taste and smell--
the oldest senses and closest|to the center of the mind.
They precede almost|every human emotion.
We've traced your call...
and units will be there|in about ten minutes.
If you can do it safely,|then just get out of the house.
Otherwise,|stay on the phone with me.
Ma'am?
Are you there?
...which fork to use.
You want to behave|in front of the other guests.
It's most important.
You might have to work on that.
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.
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, Clarice?
Something to bash me|over the head with?
Put it on the table.
Good girl.
That's mine.
Now, sit down.
Clarice...love the dress.
It's beautiful.
-What do you think, Paul?|-Nice.
Why don't you say grace, Paul?
Me?
-Grace?|-Sure.
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.
Now 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.
Better you should|eat some broth. OK?
By the way, Starling...
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 a office girl!|Can you type and file?
Can you take dictation?
Take this down:
Washington is full|of corn-pone country pussy.
I took it down.|You said it already.
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. No.
That's a good girl.
Good.
The brain itself feels no pain,|if that concerns you.
For example, Paul won't miss|this little piece here...
which is the 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 now, and I'll|tell you what they are.
How does that word|taste to you, Clarice?
Cheap and metallic, like...|sucking on a greasy coin?
Who's Clarice?
Agent Starling, Paul.
If you can't keep up|with the conversation...
you better not try|to join in at all.
Me, Paul. I'm Starling.
See.
Here...
Right here is the...
sac that contains the brain.
I would really like some wine!
That smells great.
Yeah. I bet. Why don't you|try a little piece?
I would really like some wine.
It is good.
All right. Just a little.
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?
Would 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 had plans for|that smart mouth...
but I'm never gonna|hire her--you now.
Paul?
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.
I'm really pressed for time...
so where's the key?
Where's the key?
Above...
or below the wrist, Clarice?
This is really gonna hurt.
Show me your hands!
Identify yourself!
I'm Clarice Starling!
FBI!
What's that?
That's caviar.
What are those?
These are figs.
And that?
And this?
That I don't think|you would like.
It looks good.
-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."