"Sometimes Dr. Lecter and I would talk... when things got quiet enough... about the science courses I was takin'." "Some kind of mail-order courses in psychology, Nurse Barney?" "No, sir." "I don't consider psychology a science... and neither did Dr. Lecter." "Now, Barney... while you were working at the asylum... you observed Clarice Starling and Hannibal Lecter interacting." "Interacting?" "Talking to one another." "Yes." "Yes, it seemed to me that they..." "I can see you're eager to justify your consulting fee... but why don't we start with what you saw... not what you thought about what you saw?" "Cordell, don't be like that." "Barney can give us his opinion." "Barney, give us your opinion of what you saw." "What was it between them?" "Most of the time, Dr. Lecter didn't respond at all to visitors." "He'd just, for instance, open his eyes long enough... to insult some academic who was there to look over him." "With Starling, he answered her questions." "She interested him." "She intrigued him." "He thought she was charming and amusing." "So Clarice Starling and Hannibal Lecter... became friendly." "Inside a kind of formal structure, yes." "And he was fond of her." "Yes." "Thank you, Barney." "Thank you very much for your candor." "And keep all those wonderful items... from your personal Lecter treasure trove coming." "I've enjoyed them immensely." "Mr. Verger." "Oh, I almost forgot." "I might be able to get a cookie down." "What do you say, Cordell?" "I think it would kill you." " How much?" " Two hundred and fifty." "Thousand." "Cut a check for $250,000." "How can she sleep at a time like this?" "She's on a jump-out squad all night." "She's saving her strength." "We got some guy named Bolton from the DC Police." "All right, everyone." "Pay attention." "Here's the layout." "Excuse me." "I'm Officer Bolton, DC Police." "I can see that from your badge." "How do you do?" "I'm in charge here." "Officer Bolton, I'm Special Agent Starling." "Just so we don't get off on the wrong foot... let me explain why we're all here." "I'm here because I know Evelda Drumgo." "I arrested her twice on RICO warrants." "DEA and ATF, in addition to backing me up... are here for the drugs and the weapons." "You're here because our mayor wants to appear tough on drugs... especially after his own cocaine conviction... and hopes he can accomplish that by having you join us here today." "You got a smart mouth, lady." "If you wouldn't mind, I'd appreciate it if you'd let me continue." "All right, take a look." "Fish market." "Back's on the water." "Across the street, ground floor, is the meth lab." "Evelda Drumgo's HIV positive." "She will spit and bite if cornered, so you should watch it." "If you happen to be the one who puts her in a patrol car... in front of the news cameras, Bolton, you don't wanna push her head down." "She'll likely have a needle in her hair." "We want to take her inside the building, not out in the street." "We can get closest with the van." "If it looks good, on my signal we hit the front, DEA hits the back..." "DCPD 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?" "Goddamn it." "It's her." "With three guys." "They're all packing'." "She's carryin' something." "She's got a baby." "Hey, Brigham, it's too crowded." "There are too many people." "I say we call it off." "What do you say?" "I agree." "All units, stand down." " Whiskey team copies." " Burke copy." "This is Bolton." "Stay on target." "I said all units stand down, Bolton, right now." " It's too late." "We're movin'in." " Bolton, he said it's off." "Stand down now." "She's carrying a baby." "I repeat, she's carrying a baby." "All units stand down." " Keep that gun down, Bolton." " Damn, dude got a piece." " Light his ass up." " It's a go!" "FBI!" "Down on the ground!" "Hold it!" "Hold your fire!" "Don't!" "Evelda, get out of the car!" "Starling, is that you?" "Step away from the car!" "Show me your hands, Evelda." "Please." "Show me your hands." "How've you been?" "Don't do this." "Do what?" "It's all right." "It's okay." "I know, I know." "Baby, I know." "It's okay." "It's okay." "It's okay." "Friends, family and coworkers gathered here this morning... at Arlington National Cemetery to bury BATF AgentJohn Brigham... shot and killed in the line of duty Friday." "He was 40 years old." "This ill-fated drug raid that claimed his life and five others... is the latest in a seemingly endless series of incidents... beginning with Waco, Texas... in which theJustice Department and the FBI have been questioned... about their use of firepower rather than judgment." "This time it was FBI Special Agent Clarice Starling... heading up the calamitous strike force." "Agent Starling attained some measure of celebrity ten years ago... when she was given information by Dr. Hannibal "The Cannibal"Lecter... which led to the rescue of Catherine Martin... daughter of the former US senator from Tennessee." "When she returns to work this week, she won't be so celebrated." "Attorney Telford Higgins, representing one of the families of those slain... says he will file a wrongful-death suit." "Cordell!" " Yes, sir." " Get me theJustice Department." "Agent Starling?" "This is John Eldridge from DEA." "Assistant Director Noonan, you know." "Larkin Wayne from our Office of Professional Responsibility." "Bob Sneed, ATF." "Benny Holcombe, assistant to the mayor." "And Paul Krendler." "You know Paul." "Paul's come over from Justice... unofficially, as a favor to us." "In other words, he's here, and he's not here." "So I take it you've seen the coverage in the papers and on television?" "I have nothing to do with the news, Mr. Krendler." "The woman had a baby in her arms." "There are pictures." "You could see the problem, I would think." "Not in her arms." "In a carrier across her chest." "In her arms she had a MAC-10." "Look, we're here to help you, Starling." "It's gonna be a hell of a lot harder to do with a combative attitude." "Can I speak freely, Mr. Pearsall?" "Your agency called this office to get me assigned to help you on this raid." "I tried to do that." "I clearly expressed my judgment and was ignored." "And now a good agent and a friend is dead." "You shot and killed five people out there, Agent Starling." "Is that how you define good judgment?" "This raid was an ugly mess." "I ended up in a position where I had a choice of dying... or shooting a woman carrying a child." "I chose." "I shot her." "I killed a mother holding her child." "And I regret it." "I resent myself for it." "Gentlemen, I'm going to call a halt to this meeting... and get back to you individually by phone." "That was a waste of time." "You have a secret admirer, Starling." "He isn't much to look at, but he does have friends in high places." "Remember Mason Verger?" "Lecter's fourth victim." "The rich one." "The only one that survived." "He says he has some new information on Lecter he'll only share with you." "What do you mean, only share it with me?" "You want it, seize it." " I'd rather not." " I wasn't speaking to you." "When I speak to you, you'll know it because I'll look at you." "Why would we rather not?" "The last time he called was when we took Lecter off the Ten Most Wanted List." "He was upset about that." "We said, "Hey, that's life."" "He said, "This is a Senate Oversight Committee... to make your life miserable."" "His family's political contributions may not be enough... to buy a senator... but they are enough to rent them from time to time." "There's no reason to go through that if he really does have something new." "It's a good deal for you, Starling." "You can't pretend it isn't." "Get to go back on a celebrated case." "I'll take care of the media for your Drumgo killing." "Everyone's gonna be happy." "I'm not happy." "Well, maybe you're incapable of being happy." "Mr. Krendler... out on the street, you know you might take a bullet in the line of duty." "You accept it or you get out." "You live with it." "What you don't expect or accept... is taking one in the back in your boss's office... for doing your job exactly as they've taught you." "That makes you unhappy." "Of course you're right, Starling... but it doesn't change anything." "It changes everything." "It changes me." "Hi, I'm Cordell Doemling, Mr. Verger's private physician." "How do you do?" "If you'd be so kind as to park down at the end." "One's eyes adjust to the darkness." "Mr. Verger, Agent Starling is here." "Good morning, Mr. Verger." "Was that a Mustang I heard out there?" "Yes, it was." "Five-liter?" "Yes." "Fast." "Cordell, I think you can leave us now." "I thought I might stay." "Perhaps I could be useful." "You could be useful seeing about my lunch." "I'll attach this microphone to your clothing or pillow, if that's okay." "By all means." "Here, this should make it easier." "You know, I thank God... for what happened." "It was my salvation." "Have you accepted Jesus, Agent Starling?" " Do you have faith?" " I was raised Lutheran." "That's not what I asked." "This is Special Agent Clarice Starling, 5143690... deposing Mason R. Verger on March 20, sworn and attested." "I want to tell you about summer camp." "It was a wonderful childhood experience." " We can get to that later." " We can get to it now." "You see, it all comes to bear." "It was a Christian camp my father founded... for poor, unfortunate, cast-off little boys and girls... who would do anything for a candy bar." "Mr. Verger, I don't need to know about the sex offenses." "It's all right." "I have immunity from the US Attorney." "And I have immunity... from the risen Jesus." "And nobody beats the Riz." "Had you ever seen Dr. Lecter before the court assigned you to him for therapy?" "What do you mean?" "Socially?" "It is what I mean, yes, if you don't mind talking about it." "No, not at all." "I'm not ashamed." " I didn't say you should be." " No, we met conventionally... as doctor and patient." "How did he end up at your house?" "I invited him, of course... to my pied-a-terre." "I came to the door in my nicest come-hither outfit." "I was concerned... that he'd be afraid of me." "But he didn't seem to be afraid of me." "That's almost funny now." "I showed him my toys... my noose setup, among other things." "It's where you sort of hang yourself, but not really." "It feels good while you... well, you know." "Anyway..." " he said, "Mason..."" " Mason, would you like a popper?" "And I said, "Would I?" "Oh, wow!"" "Once that kicked in, I was flying." "He said, "Mason, show me how you smile... to gain the confidence of a child."" "When I smiled... he said, "Oh, I see how you do it."" "The good doctor approached me with a piece of broken mirror." ""Try this."" "Try peeling off your face..." "And feeding it to the dogs." "No, I can still see it." "Try again." "No, I'm afraid not." "That's entertainment" "Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time." "You indicated to me that you'd received some kind of new information." "Where did this come from?" "Buenos Aires." "I received it two weeks ago." "Where's the package it came in?" "Good question." "There was nothing written on it of interest." "Did we throw it out?" "Yes, I'm afraid we did." "Oh, dear." "You think it'll help?" "I hope so." "I hope it'll help you catch him... to help cleanse the stigma of your recent dishonor." "Thank you." "That's all I need." "Did you find some rapport with Dr. Lecter... in your talks at the asylum?" "I know I did while I was peeling." "We exchanged information in a civil way." "But always through the glass." "Yes." " Isn't it funny?" " What's that?" "You can look at my face... but you shied when I said the name of God." " Finding what you want?" " Are you sure this is all of it?" "That's all there is now." "There was more, but it's been picked over little by little over the years." "You know, this stuff's worth a lot of money in certain circles." "It's kind of like the cocaine that disappears around here... little by little." "Hey, Barney." "Remember me?" "Would you agree for the record, Agent Starling... that I've not been read my rights?" "I have not Mirandized Barney." "He is unaware of his rights." "So when you turned Dr. Lecter over to the Tennessee police..." "They weren't civil to him." "They're all dead now." "They only survived his company three days." "You survived him six years at the asylum." "How'd you do that?" "It wasn't just being civil." "Yes, it was." "Did you ever think, after he escaped, he might come after you?" "No." "He once told me that, whenever feasible... he preferred to eat the rude." ""Free-range rude," he called 'em." "What about you?" "You ever think he might come after you?" "You ever think about him at all?" "At least 30 seconds of every day." "I can't help it." "He's always with me, like a bad habit." "Do you know what happened to his stuff..." "his books, papers, drawings?" "Everything got thrown away when the place closed." "Cutbacks." "I just found out that Dr. Lecter's signed copy of TheJoy of Cooking... sold to a private collector for $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, but signed it "Barney."" "Same thing on your tax returns." "You want the book?" "Maybe I can get it back." "I want the x-ray of Lecter's arm you broke in the attack on that nurse... and everything else you've got." "We used to talk about a lot of things at night... after the screamin' finally died down." "We talked about you sometimes." "You wanna know what he said?" "Go get the x-ray." "I'm not a bad guy." "I didn't say you were." "Dr. Chilton was a bad guy." "After your first visit, he started taping your conversations with Lecter." "These are valuable." "Go on now." "You've grieved long enough." "And what'd he say?" "What'd he say about me late at night?" "He was talking about inherited, hardwired behavior." "He was using genetics in the roller pigeons as an example." "They fly up in the air, roll backwards in a display, fallin' to the ground." "There are shallow rollers, and there are deep rollers." "You can't breed two deep rollers... or their young, their offspring, will roll all the way down... hit and die." "Agent Starling is a deep roller, Barney." "Let us hope one of her parents was not." "Surely the odd confluence of events hasn't escaped you, Clarice." "Jack Crawford dangles you in front of me... then I give you a bit of help." "Do you think it's because I like to look at you... and imagine how good you would taste..." "Clarice?" "I don't know." "Is it?" "I've been in this room for eight years now, Clarice." "I know they will never, ever let me out while I'm alive." "What I want is a view." "I want a window where I can see a tree or even water." "I want to be in a federal institution far away from Dr. Chilton." "The Capponi correspondence goes back to the 13th century." "Dr. Fell might hold in his hand... his non-Italian hand... a note from Dante Alighieri himself." "But would he recognize it?" "I think not." "Gentlemen, you have examined him in medieval Italian... and I will not deny that his language is admirable... for a straniero." "But is he acquainted with the personalities... of the pre-Renaissance Firenze?" "I think not." "What if he came upon a note in the Capponi library... say from Guido di Cavalcanti?" "Would he recognize that?" "I think not." "They're still arguing?" "Sogliato wants the job for his nephew." "But the scholars seem satisfied with the temporary guy they appointed." "If he's such an expert on Dante... let him lecture on Dante to the Studiolo." " Let him face them if he can." " I look forward to it." "Very well." "On the 14th." "Dr. Fell?" "Chief Inspector Rinaldo Pazzi of the questura." "Commendatore, how can I be of service?" "Sorry." "I'm investigating the disappearance... of your predecessor, Signor di Bonaventura." " I was wondering if..." " "Predecessor" implies I have the job." "Unfortunately, I don't." "Not yet, though I am hopeful." "They are letting me look after the library for a stipend." "The officers who first checked... didn't find any sort of farewell or suicide note." "I was wondering if you..." "If I come across anything in the Capponi library stuffed in a drawer or book..." "I'll call you at once." "Thank you." "You've been reassigned." "Pardon?" "You were on the II Mostro case, I'm sure I read." " Yes, that's right." " Now you're on this." "This is much less grand a case, I would think." "Well, if I thought of my work in those terms... yes, I guess I'd agree." " A missing person." " Sorry?" "Were you unfairly dismissed from the grander case, or did you deserve it?" "Regarding this one, Dr. Fell... are the signore's personal effects still at the Palazzo?" "Packed neatly in four cases with an inventory." "Alas, no note." "I'll send someone over to pick them up." "Thank you for your help." "Hey, thanks." "How's it going?" "Any leads?" "Yeah, they're all leads." "They just don't lead to him." "I don't know how you live with this stuff." "Oh, God." "This is from the Guinness Book of World Records congratulating me... on being the female FBI agent who has shot and killed the most people." "Would you excuse me, please?" "Sure." "Dear Clarice..." "I've followed with enthusiasm the course of your disgrace and public shaming." "My own never bothered me except for the inconvenience... of being incarcerated." "But you may lack perspective." "In our discussions down in the dungeon... it was apparent to me that your father, the dead night watchman... figures largely in your value system." "I think your success in putting an end toJame 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 web site... that I've been hoisted from the Bureau's archives of the common criminal... and elevated to the more prestigious Ten Most Wanted List." "Is this coincidence, or are you back on the case?" "If so, goody goody, because I need to come out of retirement... and return to public life." "I imagine you sitting in a dark basement room... bent over papers and computer screens." "Is that accurate?" "Please tell me truly, Special Agent Starling." "Regards, your old pal, Hannibal Lecter, MD." "PS: :" "Clearly this new assignment is not your choice." "Rather, I suppose, it is part of the bargain." "But you accepted it, Clarice." "Yourjob is to craft my doom... so I'm not sure how well I should wish you... but I'm sure we'll have a lot of fun." "Ta-ta." ""H."" "On the letter... there's one partial fingerprint here." " Not enough to hold up in court." " I know it's him." "Where he was when he wrote it is what I need." "Well, the paper isn't gonna help." "Yes, it's linen fibre, yes, it's on the expensive side... but it's not so rare that you won't find it in a thousand stationery stores... throughout the world." "It's the same with the ink, and the same with the wax." "And your Las Vegas postmark?" "You can check it out, but I'll bet you it came from a remailing service." "Las Vegas would be the last place he'd be." "It'd be an assault on his sense of taste." "Don't you feel eyes moving over your body, Clarice?" "I hardly see how you couldn't." "And don't your eyes move over the things you want?" "All right, then." "Tell me how." "No." "It's your turn to tell me, Clarice." "You don't have any more vacations to sell on Anthrax Island." "Quid pro quo, Clarice." "I tell you things, you tell me things." "Not about this case." "About yourself." "Quid pro quo." "Yes or no, Clarice?" "Hand cream." "Raw ambergris base." "Tennessee lavender." "Trace of something else." "Fleece." "Lovely." " What's ambergris?" " Ambergris is a whale product." "Alas, much as we'd like to, we can't import it." "Endangered Species Act." " Where isn't it illegal?" " Japan, of course." "Couple of places in Europe." "You'd almost certainly find it somewhere in Paris..." "Rome, Amsterdam." "Maybe London." "This bouquet was hand-engineered to someone's specifications." " Is there a way of knowing which shops?" " Of course." "We'll give you a list." "It'll be short." "I need opera tickets." "I don't think I got any on me." "It's sold out, whatever it's called." "It's the pretty, young wife with the ever-open beak who needs opera tickets." " Benetti." " What?" "Rewind it." "I can't rewind it." "I'm making a copy." "I'm recording." "What is this?" "Security camera from a perfume shop in Via Della Scala." "FBI, through Interpol, requested a copy." " Why?" " They didn't say." " They didn't say?" " No." "It was actually kind of weird." "They were making a point not to say." " Are we going to the opera?" " Yes." "Sorry." "Yes, we are going." "You got tickets?" "No, but I will." "In fact, I was just about to look here." "Please, not the back row." "I would like to see it this time." "Nowhere near the back row... no matter what the cost." "Tell me, Clarice, would you want to harm... those who forced you to consider it, though?" "It's perfectly okay to admit it." "It's perfectly au naturel... to want to taste the enemy." "It just feels so good." "Tell me, Clarice." "What is your worst memory of childhood?" " Jesus, Starling!" " Can I help you, Mr. Krendler?" "What are you doing sitting there in the dark?" "Thinking about cannibalism." "People in Justice are thinking too." "You know that?" "They're thinking, "What exactly is she doing about Lecter?"" "Aren't you curious why he dines on his victims?" "What's the point of that?" "Are you writing a book or are you catching a crook?" "To show his contempt for those who exasperate him." "Or sometimes to perform a public service." "In the case of the 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." "Wow." "That meal began with green oysters from the Gironde... followed by the sweetbreads, a sorbet... and then you can read here in Gourmet Cuisine: :" ""A notable dark and glossy ragout, the constituents never determined."" "I always figured him for a queer." "Why would you say that, Paul?" "All this artsy-fartsy stuff." "Chamber music, tea-party food." "Not that I mean anything personal... if you've got a lot of sympathy for those people." "What I came to impress upon you, Starling... is I better see cooperation." "There are no little fiefdoms here." "I want to be copied on every 302, you understand?" "If you work with me... then your so-called career here might improve." "If you don't, then all I have to do... is draw a line through your name rather than under it... and it's over." "Paul, what is it with you?" "I told you to go home to your wife." "That was wrong?" "What?" "Don't flatter yourself, Starling." "That was a long time ago." "Why would I hold that against you?" "And besides... this town is full of corn pone, country pussy." "That said..." "I wouldn't mind having a go with you right now, if you want to reconsider." "In the gym, anytime." "No pads." "Is it possible it went out with the regular mail?" "No, I overnighted it to you." "I filled out the slip myself." "This was the day after your request." "I did it right away." "I don't understand what happened." "You should have it by now." "I don't." "Can you send me another one?" "Sure, I'll make another copy especially for you." "Agent Clarice?" "Is that right?" "Can I call you Clarice?" "Agent Starling." "I'd appreciate it." "What's your name?" "My name is Franco Benetti." "Agent Franco Benetti." " Thank you very much, Agent Benetti." " Okay." " So I'll send you tomorrow?" " All right." "Bye-bye." "Nothin', huh?" "Nothin' yet." "Still waitin' on Florence and London." "The number you have dialed is not in service at this time." "Please check the number..." "Yes?" "I have information about Hannibal Lecter." "Have you shared your information with the police, sir?" "I'm required to encourage you to do so." "Is the reward payable under special circumstances?" "May I suggest you contact an attorney... before taking any possibly illegal action?" "There's one in Geneva who's excellent in these matters." "May I give you his toll-free number?" "The number is 004123317." "Thank you for calling." "Yes." "I was just speaking with someone who suggested..." "There's a $ 100,000 advance." "To qualify for the advance... a fingerprint must be provided, in situ, on an object." "Once the print has been positively identified... the balance of the money will be placed in escrow... at Geneve Credit Suisse... and may be viewed at any time subject to 24-hour prior notification." "To repeat the message in French, press two." "In Spanish, press three." "In German..." "Dr. Fell, it's Inspector Pazzi." "Yes, I can see you." "Come on up." "Dr. Fell?" "Snap." "I should have encouraged you to bring someone along." "The cases are on the heavy side." "Maybe you could help me with them." "Just down the stairs, I mean." "Yeah." "This way." "Here we are." " Is that the inventory?" " Yes." " May I see it?" " Of course." "You are a Pazzi of the Pazzi family, I think." "Wasn't it at the Palazzo Vecchio your ancestor was hanged?" "Francesco de' Pazzi." "Yes, thrown naked with a noose around his neck from a window." "Writhing and kicking alongside the archbishop... against the cold stone wall." "In fact, I found a very nice rendering of it... here in the library the other day." "If you like, perhaps I could sneak it out for you." "I would think that might jeopardize your chances... for permanent appointment to the curatorship." "Only if you told." "Remind me..." "what was his crime?" "He was accused of killing Giuliano de' Medici." "Unjustly?" "No, I don't think so." "Then he wasn't just accused." "He did it." "He was guilty." "I think that would make living in Florence with the name Pazzi... uncomfortable, even 500 years later." "Not really." "In fact, I can't remember the last time... before today... someone brought it up." "People don't always tell you what they're thinking." "They just see to it you don't... advance in life." "I'm sorry, Commendatore." "I too often say what I'm thinking." "I'll be right back to help you." "You know, the room you're standing in was built in the 15th century." "It's beautiful." "Yes, it is." "Unfortunately, I think... the heating system was installed about the same time." " That's a pity." " Yes." "Okeydokey." "Let's drag these down." "Must be as heavy as bodies." " And the set?" " Eight thousand." "Okay." "Hey, how much is this?" " Fifty thousand." " I'll take it." "Well done." "When you go for his wallet, he'll catch you by the wrist." "I have done this a few times, Inspector." "Not like this." "If there isn't a clean print on the bracelet... you'll spend the summer in a cell at the Sollicciano." "Give me the bracelet." "Wash your fucking hands." "He's coming." "I got it." "He grabbed me just right." "Tried to hit me in the balls." "But he missed." "Let me help you." "No." "Don't." "Sixteen-point match, Mr. Verger." "Bingo." " Carlo?" " Mason?" "Well, well, well." " Am I coming to see you?" " Yes, soon, I hope." "But first I need you to pack off the boys." " Now?" " Yes, I know." "The day you never thought would arrive has." "Now, Cordell will fax the veterinary forms... directly to Animal and Plant Health... but you need to get the vet affidavits... from Sardinia." "How are they?" "They are big, Mason, very big." " Say again?" " Yeah, they are big, Mason." "Really big." "Maybe 270 kilos." "Oh, wow." "Can you hear?" "They sound fantastic." "Super." "The full balance of the money is payable upon receipt of the doctor, alive." "Of course, you won't have to seize him yourself." "Rather, just point him out." "It's preferable to all concerned if that's the extent of your involvement... from this point." "I prefer to stay involved, make sure things go right." "Professionals will see to that." "I am a professional." "Did you enjoy the performance, Commendatore?" "Very much." "Allegra, this is Dr. Fell, curator of the Capponi Library." "Signora Pazzi." "I'm honored." "Are you from America, Doctor?" "Not originally." "I've travelled there." "I've always wanted to visit." "New England, especially." "I've enjoyed many excellent meals there." "I noticed you wrapped up in the libretto." "Thought this might amuse you." "Dante's first sonnet from La Vita Nuova." "It's beautiful." " Rinaldo, look at this." " I can see." ""Joyous Love seemed to me... the while he held my heart in his hands... and in his arms... my lady lay asleep... wrapped in a veil."" ""He woke her then... and trembling and obedient, she ate that burning heart out of his hand." "Weeping, I saw him then depart from me."" "Dr. Fell, do you believe a man could become so obsessed with a woman... from a single encounter?" "Could he daily feel a stab of hunger for her... and find nourishment in the very sight of her?" "I think so." "But would she see through the bars of his plight and ache for him?" " Please keep that." " I couldn't." "I insist." "Good-bye." " Let's get something to eat." " Of course." "Why not?" "Is that you, Doctor?" "I'd like to speak with Chief Inspector Rinaldo Pazzi, please." "This is Agent Clarice Starling from the American FBI." "One moment." " FBI." " I'm not here." "Inspector Pazzi." "It's Agent Starling from the FBI." "How do you do?" "Actually, I was just leaving for the day." " Can I call you back tomorrow?" " This won't take long." "First, thank you for sending us the security tape from the perfume store." "When I say "you,"I mean your department..." "Agent Benetti." "Is he there?" "Can I speak with him?" " I'm sorry." "He's gone home." " That's all right." "I should tell you this rather than him anyway." "I'm late for an important appointment." "The person I'm looking for, Inspector... who is indeed shown on that tape, is Hannibal Lecter." "Who?" "Dr. Hannibal Lecter." "You've never heard of him?" " I'm not familiar." " And the tape confirms... that he is or was recently in Florence." " Really?" " He's a very dangerous man, Inspector." "He's killed 14 people that we know of." " I really have to go, Miss..." " Starling." "Just another minute." " You sure you've never heard of him?" " No, I haven't." "Because I'm confused." "Someone there has been accessing our private VICAP files on Dr. Lecter... with some regularity on your computer." "Everybody uses everybody's computer here." "Maybe one of the detectives on II Mostro... was looking at profiles of killers..." "I'm speaking about the computer at your home, sir." "You're trying to catch him yourself, aren't you?" "For the reward." "I cannot warn you strongly enough against that." "He killed three policemen down in Memphis while in custody... tearing the face off one of them, and he will kill you too." " I want him out of Tuscany fast." " Believe me... he'll be gone from the face of the earth fast." "Feetfirst." "Because of his avarice and his betrayal of the emperor's trust..." "Pier della Vigna was disgraced, blinded and imprisoned." "Dante's pilgrim finds Pier della Vigna on the seventh level of the Inferno... and, likeJudas Iscariot, he died by hanging." "SoJudas and Pier della Vigna are linked in Dante... by the avarice he saw in them." "In fact, avarice and hanging are linked in the medieval mind." "This is the earliest known depiction of the Crucifixion... carved on an ivory box in Gaul about A.D. 400." "It includes the death by hanging ofJudas... his face upturned to the branch that suspends him." "Here he is again on the doors of the Benevento Cathedral... this time with his bowels falling out." "It wasn't easy, but I got this number without tellin'them why..." " Sorry." " Not at all." "Welcome." " Please join us." " Thank you." "On this plate from the 15th-century edition of the Inferno..." "Pier della Vigna's body hangs from a bleeding tree." "I will not 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 of you." "I'd like that." "I'll be a minute gathering my things." "Take your time." "Allegra, I'll be home just a little later than I said." "I'm taking Dr. Fell out for a drink." "I can see the people coming out now." "Yes." "Bye, honey." "My wife." "Of course." "I should have shown them this one." "I can't imagine how I missed it." "Remember?" "I told you about it." "It's a rendering I found in the Capponi Library." "Can you make it out?" "There's a name there... the one I told you about." "It's your ancestor, Commendatore... hanging beneath these very windows." "Francesco de' Pazzi." "On a related subject, I must confess to you..." "I'm giving very serious thought... to eating your wife." "If you tell me what I need to know, Commendatore... it might be convenient for me to leave Florence without my meal." "So I'll ask you the questions, and then we'll see." "All right?" "Okay?" "So." "Now, is it Mason Verger you sold me to?" "No, no." "Blink twice for yes, once for no." "Was it Mason Verger you sold me to?" "Yes, good." "Thank you." "And are his men waiting for me outside?" "Was that a single blink?" "You're confused." "Please don't be confused, because I may have to fillet Signora Pazzi after all." "Have you told anyone in the questura about me?" "No, I thought not." "Have you told Allegra?" "No?" "Are you sure?" "I believe you." "Okeydokey, here we go." "Okay." "Your heart is really palpitating." "Oh, it's not your heart." "Shall I answer it?" "I've gone above you." "I've spoken to your section chief." "Someday you'll thank me." "Or you won't." "I don't care." "You'll be alive." "Inspector Pazzi?" "Is this Clarice?" "Hello, Clarice." "I'm afraid I have bad news for you." " Is he dead?" " Did you get my note?" "I hope you like the skin cream." "I had it specially made for you." "Is he dead, Dr. Lecter?" "I would love nothing more in this world than to be able to chat with you." "Unfortunately, you've caught me at an awkward moment." "Please forgive me." "See you around." "An old friend." "Okay, hold on." "Here we go." "I'll go around back!" "Kill him if you have to!" "What's it to be?" "Bowels in or bowels out... likeJudas?" "Are you confused?" "I'll decide for you, if you'll permit me." "Good evening." "Cordell... to you... does that look like a wave good-bye... or hello?" "So, what do you think?" "Does Lecter want to fuck her or kill her or eat her or what?" "Probably all three." "Though I wouldn't want to predict in what order." "Here's what I think." "No matter how Barney might want to romanticize it... and make it Beauty and the Beast..." "Lecter's object, as I know from personal experience... has always been... degradation... and suffering." "Get this damn thing off me." "I can't breathe in this thing." "He comes in the guise of a mentor... as he did with me and her." "But it's distress that excites him." "To draw him... she needs to be distressed." "To make her attractive to him, let him see her distressed." "Let the damage he sees... suggest the damage he could do." "When the fox hears the rabbit scream, he comes a-runnin'." "But not to help." "I don't understand." "There's nothing to understand, Paul." "All you have to understand is what it's worth to you." "No, no, I don't understand why she didn't turn this over." "I mean, she's such a straight arrow." "She didn't turn it over because she didn't receive it." "She didn't receive it because it was never sent." "It was never sent because Lecter didn't write it." "He didn't write it because I did." "So, what do you think?" "You'd have been better off if you'd never got her out of trouble." "Oh, woulda, shoulda, coulda." "I meant, what do you think about the money?" "Five." "Let's just toss it off, like "five."" "Let's say it with the respect it deserves." "Five hundred thousand dollars." "That's better, but not much." " Now, will it work?" " It'll work." "It won't be pretty." "What ever is?" "Cocksucker." "Never seen this before in my life." "Then how do you account for its being found in your office, your basement?" "How do you want me to answer that, Mr. Krendler?" "What possible reason might I have to withhold it?" "Perhaps because of the nature of its content." "Reads to me like a love letter." " Has it been tested for prints?" " No prints on it." "None on the last one." "Handwriting analysis?" ""Did you ever think, Clarice, why the philistines don't understand you?" "It's because you're the answer to Samson's riddle." "You are the honey in the lion."" "Sounds like him to me." " Do you mean, like a homosexual?" " Like a nut with a crush." "Director Noonan, I need to say something..." "Agent Starling, I am placing you on administrative leave... till document analysis tells me unequivocally a mistake's been made." "In the meantime, you remain eligible for insurance and medical benefits." "Surrender your weapons and your identification to Agent Pearsall."