Red Dragon Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Red Dragon Script



(Suspenseful instrumental music)



(Symphony orchestra plays)



Baltimore, Md     



LECTER: "Think to yourself

that every day is your last...



"the hour to which

you do not look forward...



"will come

as a welcome surprise.



"As for me...



"when you want a good laugh...



"you will find me,

in a fine state...



"fat and sleek...



"a true hog of Epicurus' herd."






And we find you cribbing lines

from Horace, as well.



Well done, John.



I must say, Hannibal...



speaking for the rest

of the herd...



I'm sorry,

for the Symphony Board...



that these little soirees

of yours...



are always the highlight of our year.



- Just so.

- You're too kind.



I do feel guilty enjoying

tonight when a musician is...



still listed as

a missing person.



Yes, poor fellow.



MAN: Shall I confess

something wicked?



I can't help feeling

the tiniest bit... relieved.



It sounds awful, I know.



But, les face it,

so does the man's playing.



Hannibal, confess.



What is this divine-looking




If I tell you...



I'm afraid

you won't even try it.






- Bon appetit.

- Bon appetit.



(Doorbell rings)



Special Agent Graham.

What an unexpected pleasure.



I'm sorry to bother you again,

Dr. Lecter. I know is late.



Is no bother.

We're both night owls, I think.



- Come in, please.

- Thank you.



Let me take your coat.



LECTER: Whas on your mind?



We've been on the wrong track

this whole time. You and I.



Our whole profile's wrong.



We've been looking for someone

with a crazy grudge...



and some kind

of anatomical knowledge.



Decertified doctors,

med school dropouts...



laid-off mortuary workers...



From the precision of the cuts,

and his choice of souvenirs.



Thas where we're off-target.



He's not collecting body parts.



- Then why keep them?

- He's not. He's eating them.



No, listen. We were at

Molly's parents' for New Year's...



and her dad was showing

my son, Josh...



how to carve a roasted chicken.



He said, "The tenderest part

of the chicken is the oysters...



"on either side of the back."



I had never heard that

expression before, "oysters."



Then suddenly I had a flash

of the third victim...



Darcy Taylor.



She was missing flesh from

her back. And then it hit me.



Liver, kidney, tongue, thymus.



Every single victim lost

some body part used in cooking.



Have you shared this

with the Bureau?



No, I needed to see you first.

But I'm right. I know I'm right.



I'm starting to be able to think

like this one.



Yeah, is fascinating.



You know, I'd always suspected

as much. You are an eidetiker.



I'm not psychic, Doctor.



No, this is different.



More akin

to artistic imagination.



You can assume the emotional

point of view of others...



even those that might scare

or sicken you.



Is a troubling gift,

I should think.



How I'd love

to get you on my couch.



Something still doesn't

make sense to me.



You're the best

forensic psychiatrist I know...



and somehow,

in all our time together...



this possibility

never occurred to you.



I am only human, Will.

Perhaps I made a mistake.



You don't strike me as a man

who makes very many mistakes.



Now I'm sorry to think

I might...



no longer enjoy

your full confidence.



No, I didn't say that.



I don't know what I'm saying.



I'm very, very tired.



I almost had it.



Ill come to you.



Why don't you come back

in the morning?



I'll clear some time

on my schedule and...



then we can get started

in revising our profile.



LECTER: Sound good?

WILL: Yeah.



LECTER: Rest here,

and I'll get your coat.



Won't be a tick.



(Slow instrumental music)



(Suspenseful instrumental music)



(Climactic instrumental music)



(Book slams shut)



(Lecter hisses)



Don't move.



You're in shock now. I don't

want you to feel any pain.



In a moment you'll begin to be

light-headed. Then drowsy.



Don't resist. Is so gentle.

Like slipping into a warm bath.



(Will gasps in pain)



I regret it came to this, Will.



But every game

must have its ending.



(Eerie instrumental music)



LECTER: Remarkable boy.



I do admire your courage.



I think I'll eat your heart.



(Lecter gasps)



(Dizzying instrumental music)



(Rising instrumental music)



(Dramatic instrumental music)



(Eerie instrumental music)



(Dramatic instrumental music)



(Seagulls crying)



Marathon, FI Several Years Later



JOSH: Hey, Dad. Someone's here.






CRAWFORD: You've got

a beautiful set-up here, Will.



WILL: Yeah, is good.



- You know why I'm here?

- Yeah, I can guess.



How much do you know?



Just what was in

the Miami Herald and the Times.



Two families killed

a month apart in their homes.



Birmingham and Atlanta.

The circumstances were similar.



Not similar. The same.



What have you

kept out of the papers?



He smashes mirrors

and uses the pieces.



Wears latex gloves, so we've got

no prints. Size    shoe.



He's not too comfortable

with locks.



Pried open a patio door

in Birmingham...



used a glass cutter in Atlanta.



And his bloos AB positive.



- Somebody hurt him?

- Nope.



We typed him from semen

and saliva. He's a secretor.



Tell me something, Will.

You knew what this was.



Did you ever consider picking up

the phone and giving me a call?



You've got all the people

you need.



You've got Dortmund at Harvard.

You got Bloom in Chicago.



I've got you down here

fixing boat motors?



Yeah, I like fixing boat motors.



I wouldn't be

very useful to you.



I don't think about it anymore.




The last two we had, you caught.



By doing what you

and the other guys are doing.



Thas not entirely true.

Is the way you think.



Come on. There's been a lot of

bullshit about the way I think.



I've got technicians

to examine evidence...



but you've got that other thing.



Imagination. Projection.




- I know you don't like it.

- You wouldn't like it, either.



(Moving instrumental music)



This freak killed the Jacobis

in Birmingham...



on Saturday night, February   .

Full moon.



He killed the Leeds family

in Atlanta...



a few nights ago, March   .



One day short of a lunar month.



If we're lucky, we may have

a little over three weeks...



before he does it again.



Will, do you respect

my judgment?



Of course.



I think we have a better chance

to catch him fast if you help.



Go to Atlanta and look.

Just look.



Then help me brief the locals.

Thas it.



MOLLY: Crawford has

the whole damn government.



Why does he need you?



He just wants me to look

at some evidence, Molly.



Give him another point of view.



Is a few days, a week maybe,

and I'll be right back.



- And you believed that?

- Yes.



These kinds of cases

come up very rarely...



and I've had experience.



Yes, you have.



You're paid up, Will.



All of us. Even Josh.



There's a chance I could

help them save some lives.



How do I say no to that?



This one will never see me

or know my name.



I'll just help them find him.



The cops will take him down,

not me.



I'll be in the back of the pack,

Molly, I promise.



Never in your life.



(Tender instrumental music)



- I know you.

- Come on. Come here.



WILL: I love you.



WILL: See you in a few days.

JOSH: Okay.



WILL: I'll call you tonight.



(Car engine starts up)



JOSH: 'Bye, Dad!



(Melancholy instrumental music)



Leeds House, Atlanta, Ga



(Suspenseful instrumental music)



Where's the dog?

No one heard barking.



There's nothing about it

in the case file.



(Tense instrumental music)



(Suspenseful instrumental music)



(Dramatic instrumental music)



The intruder enters in the dark

and cuts Charles Leeds' throat.



He shoots Valerie Leeds in

the stomach as she's rising...



disabling her

but not killing her.



He leaves her

to watch her husband die...



then turns

and goes down the hall.



(Eerie instrumental music)



The children were...



The children were still in bed

when they were shot...



which might indicate

that he used a silencer.



He dragged the bodies into

the master bedroom, but why?



They were already dead

and none of them got the same...



extra attention as Mrs. Leeds.



(Dramatic instrumental music)



Small pieces of mirror

were inserted...



in the orbital sockets

of the victims.



This occurred post-mortem.



Why did you put mirrors

in their eyes?



(Warped chils cry)



(Climactic instrumental music)






(Fabric tearing)






The pieces of mirror are to make

their eyes look alive!



He wanted an audience.

He wanted them all lined up...



watching him

when he touched her.



When he touched her.



Touched. Talcum powder.



There was talcum powder.



WILL: "Mrs. Leeds had traces of

talcum on her right inner thigh.



"A complete search

of the home...



"led to no such matching talcum

in the house."



You took your gloves off,

didn't you? You son of a bitch!



You took your gloves off, touched her...



with your bare hand

and wiped her down.



But when the gloves were off,

did you open her eyes?



(Telephone rings)






WILL: Are the Leeds' bodies

still at the morgue?



Who's good

with latent prints here?



CRAWFORD: Atlanta P.D.



They've already printed

the bodies.



Not the bodies.

Tell them to check the eyes.



Mrs. Leeds' eyes.

Even her corneas.



I think he took his gloves off.

I think he had to touch her.



Jesus, Will.



PRINCl: Gentlemen. Ladies.



This is what the subjecs teeth

look like.



The impressions came from

bite marks on Mrs. Leeds.



This degree of crookedness...



plus the groove

in this central incisor...



makes his bite signature unique.



Fuckin' shark.



SPRINGFIELD: Knock it off!



We're grateful to have the FBI.



They have a lot of expertise

in this area.



In particular,

Investigator Graham does.



That right, Jack?



Yes, sir.



Anything you want to add,

Mr. Graham?



COMMISSIONER: Why don't you come

on up to the front, please?



(Cops murmur)



COP  : Thas the guy.

COP  : Was he?



COP  : Yeah, thas the guy

who arrested Lecter.



COP  : I thought he retired.



COP  : The son of a bitch

just about gutted him.



Mrs. Leeds and Mrs. Jacobi

were the primary targets.



The others were killed

just to complete his fantasy.



WILL: I know that might be hard

to accept given what you saw...



but this was not random.



This wasn't some killing frenzy.

He was never out of control.



These attacks were organised,

the women carefully chosen.



We don't know

how he's choosing them, or why.



They lived in different states

and never met.



But there is some connection.



There's some common factor,

and thas the key.



Find out what that is,

and we'll save lives.



'Cause this one

is gonna go on and on...



until we get smart

or we get lucky.



He won't stop.



- Why not?

- Because it makes him God.



Would you give that up?



You asked about the dog.

Last night a vet called us.



Leeds and his oldest boy

brought the dog in...



the afternoon

before they were killed.



Had a puncture wound

to its abdomen.



The vet had to put it down.



Was it wearing a collar

with the address on it?






- Did the Jacobis have a dog?

- No dog.



They found a litter box

in the basement...



cat droppings in it, no cat.



If the cat was attacked,

the Jacobis may have buried it.



Ask Birmingham

to check that backyard.



And tell them to use

a methane probe, is faster.



(Telephone rings)



Yeah. Is for you.






Carl, you're the light

of my life.



Would it hold up in court?



Okay. Great work.



They found a print on

Mrs. Leeds' eye. Partial thumb.



Besides that,

there's nothing else to tell you.



Thank you for your time.



COMMISSIONER: I can't answer

more questions.



Will Graham! Remember me?



Freddy Lounds. I covered

the Lecter case for the Tattler.



- Did the paperback.

- Yeah, I remember.



When did they bring you in?

Whave you got?



You think the Tooth Fairy

will be bigger than Lecter?



I mean, he's already beaten

Lecter's score...



You write lying shit,

and the Tattler is an asswipe!



You stay away from me.



Get away, Lounds.



How about an exclusive?



Sorry about that.



That guy snuck into the hospital

and took those pictures of me.



Remember? With the tubes

hanging out of me?



Forget that prick.



CRAWFORD: Give yourself some credit.



When we catch the Tooth Fairy...



that print plus his teeth

will burn him.



You did that, Will.



That evidence was there, Jack.



- It was there for anyone to see.

- But nobody else did.



All I'm sayin' is,

that was very good work.



No, good work would be seeing it

all the way through...



and catching the guy.



And I can't do that.

I did what you asked me to do.



I'm going home.



I don't even have any idea

who this guy is.



What I just gave them was broad

strokes. He's got no face to me.



Thas what you said about

Garrett Hobbs, remember?



- And you figured him out.

- No, I didn't.



- You didn't?

- No, I was stuck on Hobbs.



I had help.



From Lecter.



WILL: Yeah.



Jack, don't play games with me.

Don't do it.



Just tell me

whas on your mind.



I'm saying maybe we've got

a resource we should look into.



Is that what this was about?



Did you just want to ask me that

all along?



Don't get mad at me.

I'm just doing my job.



If you know a better shortcut,

let me know it.



If you think there's any chance

he'll talk to me...



I'll go myself.



If you can't handle it,

God knows I'd understand that.



CHILTON: As a research subject, Lecter

has proven most disappointing.



He's simply impenetrable

to psychological testing.




Thematic Apperception.



He folds them into origami.



CHILTON: As you see.



So you can imagine the stir

your little visit...



is causing among my staff,

Mr. Graham.



If you'd care

to share some insights...



Dr. Chilton, I'm sorry, I've got

a  :   flight back to Atlanta.



Of course.



Tell me,

when you saw Lecter's murders...



their style, so to speak...



were you able, perhaps,

to reconstruct his fantasies?



And, if so, did you jot down

any impressions?






Let me be frank, Mr. Graham.



The first analysis of Lecter

will be a publisher's wet dream.



I'd give you full credit,

of course.



Damn it, man. You must have

some advice. You caught him.



What was your trick?



I let him kill me.



(Door slams shut loudly and locks)



(Suspenseful instrumental music)



LECTER: Thas the same atrocious

aftershave you wore in court.



I keep getting it for Christmas.



LECTER: Christmas, yes.

Did you get my card?



I got it, thank you.



LECTER: So nice of the Bureau's

crime lab to forward that.



They wouldn't give me

your home address.



Dr. Bloom sent me your article

on surgical addiction...



in the

Journal of Forensic Psychiatry.






Very interesting,

even to a layman.



You say you're a layman.



But it was you who caught me.

Wasn't it, Will?



LECTER: Do you know how you did it?

WILL: I got lucky.



I don't think you believe that.



Is in the transcript.

What does it matter now?



It doesn't matter to me, Will.



I need your advice, Dr. Lecter.



LECTER: Birmingham and Atlanta.



You want to know how

he's choosing them, don't you?



I thought you'd have ideas.

I want you to tell me them.



Why should I?



There are things you don't have.



Research materials.

Maybe even computer access.



I'd speak to the Chief of Staff.



Yes, Dr. Chilton.



Gruesome, isn't he?



He fumbles at your head like

a freshman pulling at panties.



If you recall, Will...



our last collaboration

ended rather messily.



You'd get to see the file

on this case.



- And there's another reason.

- I'm all ears.



I thought you might enjoy

the challenge.



Find out if you're smarter

than the person I'm looking for.



(Slow, ominous instrumental music)



Then, by implication, you think

you're smarter than I am...



since it was you who caught me.



I know I'm not smarter than you.



Then how did you catch me?



You had disadvantages.



What disadvantages?



You're insane.



You're very tanned, Will.



And your hands are so rough.

Not like a cop's hands anymore.



And that shaving lotion is

something a child would select.



Has a little ship on the bottle,

does it not?



And how is young Josh

and the lovely Molly?



They're always in my thoughts,

you know.



You will not persuade me

with appeals...



to my intellectual vanity.



I don't think

I'll persuade you at all.



You'll either do it

or you won't.



LECTER: Is that the case file?

WILL: Yes.



With photos?



Let me keep them,

and I might consider it.






Do you dream much, Will?



Goodbye, Dr. Lecter.



You haven't threatened

to take away my books yet!



Give me the file, then!



And I'll tell you what I think.



I'll need one hour. And privacy.



Just like old times, Will?



(Suspenseful instrumental music)



LECTER: This is a very shy boy, Will.



I'd love to meet him.



Have you considered

that he is disfigured...



or that he may believe

he is disfigured?



Yeah, the mirrors.



Notice he smashes

all the mirrors...



not just enough

to get the pieces he wants.



And, of course,

those shards in their eyes...



so he can see himself there.



Thas interesting.



No, is not.

You thought of it before.



I had considered it.



- What about the women?

- Dead?



Mere puppets.



You need to see them living,

the way they caught his eye.



Thas impossible.



Almost. Not quite.



What were the yards like?



Big backyards, fenced,

some hedges. Why?



Because if this pilgrim...



feels a special relationship

with the moon...



he might like to go outside and look at it.



You ever seen blood

in the moonlight?



It appears quite black.



If one were nude, say,

id be better to have...



outdoor privacy for that sort of thing.



You think the yards are a factor

when he selects victims?






And there will be more of them,

of course. Victims.



You'll be wanting lots

of these little chinwags...



- I take it.

- I might not have time.



I do.



I have oodles.



I need your opinion now.



Then here's one:



You stink of fear

under that cheap lotion.



You stink of fear, Will,

but you're not a coward!



You fear me,

but still you came here.



You fear this shy boy,

yet still you seek him out.



Don't you understand, Will?



You caught me

because we're very much alike.



Without our imaginations...



we'd be like all those other

poor dullards.



Fear is the price

of our instrument.



But I can help you bear it.



(Dramatic instrumental music)



- You getting his face?

- Yeah.



Okay, you got it?



All right,

les get the fuck out of here.



CRAWFORD: Sure you're okay?



Yeah, I'm okay.



CRAWFORD: What do you think he

meant by "see them living"?



I don't know, maybe nothing.



Is hard to separate

his bullshit.



But I'm gonna make another pass

at the Leeds' house.



(Vaudeville piano music)



(Duchess whines)



CHARLES: All right, Duchess, doll.

Thas it.



Show me what you can do.



Who's that? Get them, Duchess.

Get them, Duch! Go get them!



Go get them, girl!






CHARLES: And action!



Charles! What are you doing?



CHARLES: Hey, gang.



VALERIE: You crazy man.



CHARLES: How is everybody doing?



VALERIE: Just home from the store.



SUSIE: Hi, Daddy.

CHARLES: Thas my girl.



SEAN: Hi, Daddy.

CHARLES: Hi, honey. Billy?



Hi, Dad.



CHARLES: And sweetie?



I am not ready for my close-up,

Mr. DeMille.



What do you think?



Get closer. Get closer.

Little closer.



I think we'd better put

these kids to bed early tonight.



VALERIE: They seem tired. Don't you think?



CHARLES: Here we are at the pool party.



What are you doing? Stop it!



You stop it! I'm telling my mother on you.



CHARLES: Now I get my kiss?



- All right, you want a kiss?

- I want one. The romantic kind.



(Tender instrumental music)



(Suspenseful instrumental music)



Jacobi House, Birmingham, Al



Won't nobody get in through here

again. I'll guaran-damn-tee it.



Why didn't he break in

down there? Is more hidden.



Hell, that door's got deadbolts.



Reckon he was in

too big a hurry.



No, this one doesn't hurry.



(Tense instrumental music)



(Suspenseful instrumental music)



You sat right here, didn't you?



You watched the children

bury the cat.



And then you waited for dark.



(Tense instrumental music)



(Dramatic musical surge)



WILL: You're proud.

You had to sign your work.



(Crows cawing)



(Dramatic instrumental music)



YOUNG DOLARHYDE: Grandma? Grandma?



I'm sorry.



GRANDMA: I've never seen a child

as dirty and disgusting as you.



Look at you! You're soaking wet.

Get out of my bed.




GRANDMA: Go back to your room.



YOUNG DOLARHYDE: You're hurting me!



GRANDMA: Shut up,

you filthy little beast!



I should have put you in

an orphanage, grandson or not.



DOLARHYDE: Grandma, don't hurt me.



You're hurting me!



GRANDMA: Into the bathroom!



Take off your nightshirt,

and wipe yourself off. Hurry up!



Now give me my scissors

from the medicine chest.



DOLARHYDE: Please, no!



GRANDMA: Take that filthy thing

in your hand. Stretch it out.



DOLARHYDE: No, Grandma.







GRANDMA: Look down. Do you want

me to cut it off? Do you?



DOLARHYDE: No, Grandma!



GRANDMA: I pledge you my word, Francis...



if you ever make

your bed dirty again...



I'll cut it off.

Do you understand?



DOLARHYDE: I'll be a good boy.

I promise.



(Ominous instrumental music)



(Suspenseful instrumental music)



(Dramatic instrumental music)



(Eerie instrumental music)



(Suspenseful instrumental music)



(Music builds to a crescendo)



Good morning, Will.



So nice of you to visit again.



He carved this on a tree

near the Jacobi house.



With a Buck knife.



The same one later used

on Charles Leeds.






LECTER: Take a walk with me.



WILL: He had a second tool, too.

A bolt cutter.



He used that to clear his view.






I don't think

thas what he brought it for.



Is too heavy. Too awkward.



And he had to carry it

a long way.



And what do we make

of that symbol?



Asian Studies at Langley...



identified it

as a Chinese character.



It appears on a mah-jong piece.



- It marks the Red Dragon.

- Red Dragon. Correct.



This boy begins to interest me.



We don't know what greater

meaning the symbol might have...



LECTER: Do you like

my little exercise cage, Will?



My so-called lawyer

is always nagging Dr. Chilton...



for better accommodations.



I don't know

which is the greater fool.



Perhaps if you could offer

some insight into...



"A robin redbreast in a cage

Puts all heaven in a rage"



Ever been a redbreast, Will?

Of course you have.



I'm allowed    minutes in here,

once a week.



Get to the point.



He meant to use the bolt cutter

to enter the house...



but he didn't.



Instead he broke in

through the patio doors.



The noise woke Jacobi, and he

had to shoot him on the stairs.



That wasn't planned.

It was sloppy.



And thas not like him.



We mustn't judge

too harshly, Will.



It was his first time.



Have you never felt

a sudden rush of panic?



Yeah, thas the fear

we talked about.



It takes experience

to master it.



You sensed who I was...



back when I was committing

what you call my "crimes."






So you were hurt not by a fault

in your perception...



or your instincts...



but because you failed to act

on them until it was too late.



- You could say that.

- But you're wiser now.



Imagine what you would do, Will,

if you could go back in time.



Put two in your head before

you could palm that stiletto.



Very good, Will.



You know,

I believe we're making progress.



And thas what

our pilgrim is doing.



He is refining his methods.



He is evolving.



The case file mentioned videos

of the Leeds family.



- I'd like to see those.

- No.



- Why not?

- It would be obscene.



You don't make it easy, do you?

Still, one aims to please.



I'll call you

if I think of anything else.



Would you perhaps like

to leave me your home number?



(Loud buzzer sounds)



- Thas the end of our session.

- For now.



It was only his first time.



Already in Atlanta

he did much better.



Rest assured, my dear Will...



this one will give you

plenty of exercise.



(Unnerving instrumental music)



LECTER: My love to Molly and Josh,




BARNEY: Go to the back of the cell,

Dr. Lecter. Face the wall.



BARNEY: If you turn around

before the lock snaps...



you'll get a dart.



BARNEY: Understood?




You got ten minutes

to talk to your lawyer.



BARNEY: Starting now.

LECTER: Thanks so much, Barney.



LAWYER: Hello, Dr. Lecter?



I have those documents

you requested me...



(Dial tone)



(Rotary telephone dialling clicks)



"Robes, Robespierre, Robin.



"Robin, call for...

Robin, fainting...



"Redbreast in a cage."    . .



"A robin redbreast in a cage

Puts all heaven in a rage"



Yes, thas it.



William Blake.

Auguries of Innocence.



Think you got it?



Yeah, we should have.



We have some books

of Blake's paintings, too.



- Want to see them?

- Yeah. Thanks.



TEMP: Psychology Department...



University of Chicago.

Dr. Bloom's office.



Hi. This is Bob Greer at Blaine

and Edwards Publishing.



Dr. Bloom asked me to send

The Psychiatrist and the Law...



to Will Graham.



His assistant was

supposed to give me...



the address and phone number,

but, darn it, she never did.



TEMP: I'm just a temp.

Linda will be in on Monday.



I have to catch FedEx

in about five minutes.



I hate to bother Dr. Bloom

about it...



because he told Linda

to send it...



and I don't want

to get her into trouble.



Is right there in the Rolodex,

or whatever.



I'll dance at your wedding

if you read it to me.



TEMP: I don't know.

I'm really not supposed to.



Be a darling and flip

that old rascal...



I won't take up

any more of your time.



Graham, Will.



TEMP: All right. Just a minute.



"Gibson, Gordon, Graham. "



It doesn't give a home address.



What does it have, dear?



TEMP: "FBI,     Pennsylvania Avenue

Northwest, Washington, D.C. "




TEMP: And les see.



Here it is.



"P.O. Box     

Marathon, Florida. "



LECTER: Marathon.

TEMP: Yes.



Thas fine. You're an angel.



(Suspenseful instrumental music)



(Dramatic instrumental music)



I'm Francis Dolarhyde.



I've come for

the package of infrared.



Right. Put your back

against the door and come...



forward three steps till

you feel tile under your feet.



And there's a stool

just on the left.



Same Mr. D who's head

of Tech Services, am I right?



I'm Reba McClane.



Just a second more

and I will get you some light.



REBA: Okay, here we go.



So, what do you need the IR for?



Is for the zoo.



They want to photograph

the nocturnal animals.



Thas great. I love animals.

I got to warn you, though.



This stuff is pretty sensitive.

It can be mean to handle.



But I guess

I don't need to tell you that.



Hey, Reba. Oh, Mr. D. Whoa!



I'm not interrupting anything,

am I?



No, Ralph.



Is starting to spritz outside.



I'll give you a lift home?



You ride a motorcycle.



How's that gonna help me

with the rain?



I thought maybe

we'd stop off someplace...



have ourselves

a little sundowner.



- I've already got a ride.

- Is cool.



Thas cool. No problemo.



If there's anything I hate worse

than pity, is fake pity.



Especially from a walking

hard-on like Ralph Mandy.



- Sorry.

- I have no pity.



Ride with me!



Thanks, but I take the bus

all the time.



Mandy is a fool. Ride with me...



for my pleasure.



You want to come in?

I'll fix us a drink.



- Maybe another time.

- I will come in.



When is the zoo project?



- Maybe next week. They'll call.

- I love zoos.



In fact one of my earliest

memories is seeing a cougar...



when I was about five.



I didn't lose my sight

till I was seven. Diphtheria.



Could you hand me that knife?



I've always tried to hang on

to what that cougar looked like.



But by now, to tell the truth,

what I see in my head...



is probably not in the least bit

like a cougar.



Is more like

a donkey or a goat.



You know, sometimes I'm not

so sure I really saw him.



Maybe he's just

something I dreamed up.



You okay?



You don't say much, do you?



No, I guess not.



Les talk about something

and get it out of the way, okay?



I can hear that you've had...



some kind of soft palate repair.



But I understand you fine

because you speak very well.



If you don't want to talk to me,

thas cool.



But I hope that you will,




I know what is like

to have people...



always thinking

that you're different.



Thas good.



May I touch your face?



I want to know

if you're smiling or frowning.



I want to know whether I should

just shut up or not.



Take my word that I'm smiling.



I have to go.



If I offended you,

I didn't mean to.






F.B.I. Headquarters,

Washington, D.C.



WILL: I don't know

what they were like.



Id help if I could see

some of their personal effects.



Diaries, letters.

Do you have those things?



I sure do. I mean, other than...



one or two little keepsakes

Niles Jacobi got.



That would be Mr. Jacobi's

surviving son by his first wife?



Yes. As their executor, I keep

all that stuff in the office...



along with some of the smaller

valuables, till after probate.



But the Birmingham P.D.'s

been all through it.



Could you pack those things

and ship them up to me?



I hate to ask.

I know is a pain in the ass.






probate judge is

an old golfing buddy of mine.



Son, just tell me you're

gonna nail that son of a bitch.



We're doing our best.



Hey, thanks, Mr. Metcalf.



A note hidden in Lecter's cell.

Sounds like a fan letter.



Mighve been mailed

by the Tooth Fairy.



He wants Lecter's approval.



He's curious about you.

He's asking questions.



I've scrambled a chopper.



Does Lecter know

we have the note?



CRAWFORD: Not yet. It was found in

a routine cleanup.



WILL: They don't open his mail?



CRAWFORD: Need a warrant.

X-rays only.



WILL: Where's Lecter?

CRAWFORD: The holding cage.



WILL: Can he see his cell?



CRAWFORD: No. But he's been there

almost half an hour.



He'll soon start to wonder

whas wrong.



We got to buy time, Jack.



CRAWFORD: Dr. Chilton.




Call your building




or engineer,

whoever's in charge.



Tell him to pull the circuit

breakers on Lecter's hall.



Have the super walk down

the hall past the cell...



carrying tools.



He'll be in a hurry, pissed off,

too busy to answer questions.



And don't forget:

Don't touch the note, okay?



Graham's on his way.



Listen up! We've got a note

coming in on the fly...



possibly from the Tooth Fairy.

Number One Priority.



It has to go back to

Lecter's cell within the hour...






We'll need Hair and Fibre,

Latent Prints, then Documents.



I'll walk it through myself.

Les go, people!



(Dramatic instrumental music)



DOLARHYDE (Voiceover): My dear Dr. Lecter:

I wanted to tell you...



I'm delighted...



that you've taken an interest in me.



And when I learned of your vast

correspondence, I thought:



"Dare I?" Of course I do.



I don't believe

you'll tell them who I am.



Besides, what particular body

I currently occupy is trivial.



The important thing is

what I am becoming.



I know that you alone can

understand this transformation.



I have some things

I'd love to show you.



If circumstances permit,

I hope we can correspond.



I have admired you for years

and have...



a complete collection

of your press notices.



Actually, I think of them

as unfair reviews.



As unfair as mine.



They do like to sling demeaning

nicknames, don't they?



"The Tooth Fairy. " What could be

more inappropriate?



It would shame me for you

to read that, if I didn't know...



you had suffered the same

distortions in the press.



I'm fed up with this

bloody stupid building!



Every day something breaking.



SUPER: I swear they ought to tear

the whole fucking place down.



- How much longer do we have?

- Ten minutes, max.



BOWMAN: Instructions for answering...



were probably in the section

Lecter tore out.



Why not just throw

the whole note away?



It was full of compliments.



He couldn't bear

to part with them.



(Suspenseful instrumental music)



Now we can mash just a little.



You're so sly.



BOWMAN: But so am I.



Aniline dyes and coloured inks

are transparent to infrared.



These could be the tips of "T's"

here and here.



On the end, thas a "P, " or possibly an "R. "



Maybe this is where he's telling

Lecter how to answer him.



There's only one way to carry on

a conversation...



thas one-way blind.



Publication. Wait a minute.



We know this guy reads the Tattler.



Thas in his note, right?



The Tooth Fairy,

they made that up.



BOWMAN: Three "T's" and an "R"

in "Tattler."



How do you communicate

through a tabloid?



- You got what? News stories.

- Personals.



Maybe he wants Lecter to answer

him through the personals?



- That could be it.

- We need proofs of the pages...



before the next Tattler's published!



CRAWFORD: I'm on it!



DOLARHYDE: Investigator Graham

interests me.



Not your standard gumshoe,

is he?



More alert.



Purposeful looking.



You should have taught him

not to meddle.



Forgive the stationery.



I chose it because

ill dissolve very quickly...



if you should

have to swallow it.



If I hear from you, next time

I might send you something wet.



Until then, dear Doctor...



I remain your most...



avid fan.



(Suspenseful instrumental music)



CRAWFORD: The Tattler got an ad order

signed    ...



Baltimore postmark

on the envelope.



Is set to run this afternoon.



Chicago field office is sending

the text through now.



- "Dear Pilgrim."

- Thas it.



Lecter called him a pilgrim

when we talked.



"You honour me.

You're very beautiful." Christ!



"I offer     prayers

for your safety.



"Find help in John  :    :  ...



" :  Luke  : ."



- Code.

- Has to be.



We've got    minutes to get in

a message if we can break this.



The Tattler can't hold

its presses any longer.



Is simple.



They only needed cover

against casual readers.



- I'm thinking is a book code.

- Code?



The first numeral...



"    prayers,"

may be the page number.



The numbers after could be

line and letter. But what book?



- Bible?

- No, he's got "Galatians   : ."



It has only six chapters.



Same with "Jonah  : ."

It has four chapters.



He wasn't using a Bible.



Then the Tooth Fairy

named the book to use.



He specified it in his note,

in the part Lecter tore out.



BOWMAN: It would appear so.



What about sweating Lecter?

In a mental hospital...



- I would think drugs...

- No.



They tried sodium amytal on him

three years ago, to find out...



where he buried

the Princeton student.



He gave them a recipe for dip.



If we sweat him,

we lose the connection.



If the Tooth Fairy

picked the book...



he knew Lecter would have it

in his cell.



- Can we get a list of his books?

- From Chilton, maybe.



No! Wait! Rankin and Willingham,

when they tossed his cell...



took Polaroids so they could put

everything back in place.



Ask them to meet me with

pictures of his bookshelves!




BOWMAN: The Library!



I'm leery of letting

Lecter's message run...



without knowing what it says.



I say let this one run.

We keep working on the code.



At least ill encourage

the Fairy to contact him again.



What if it encourages him

to do something besides write?



I don't like this any better than you.



But is our best shot.



(Dramatic instrumental music)



National Tattler Building,

Chicago, II



Library of Congress,

Washington, D.C.



(Eerie instrumental music)



BOWMAN: Oh, my God!






Jack, is Lloyd Bowman.

I solved the code.



You need to know what it says

right now.



Okay, Lloyd.



It says,

"Graham home, Marathon, Florida.



"Save yourself. Kill them all."



WILL: Yeah?

CRAWFORD: Bowman just broke the code.



- What does it say?

- I'll tell you in a second.



Now, listen to me. Everything is okay.



I've taken care of it. Stay on

the phone when I tell you.



Tell me now.



Lecter gave the bastard

your home address.






(Faint thump)



(Door opening)



(Harrowing instrumental music)






AGENT (Shouting): Head down, ma'am.



(Dramatic instrumental music)



(Tender instrumental music)



MOLLY: Is he after you now?



WILL: No, Lecter just suggested it

to him.



I hate this, Molly.



I'm sorry.



- Is a sick feeling.

- I know it is.



But you'll be safe here.



Crawfors brother

owns this place.



No one in the world

knows you're here.



I'd just as soon

not talk about Crawford.



AGENT: What are you using as bait?

JOSH: Sometimes I use worms.



AGENT: You like those?



Beneath the yellow folder...



you'll find

your latest rejection slip...



from the archives.



LECTER: It was brought to me by mistake

with some of my archives mail.



I'm afraid I opened it

without looking.






I think we'll remove

Dr. Lecter's toilet seat.






(Dramatic instrumental music)



CRAWFORD: Atlanta P.D. nailed him.



He had a fake Bureau ID...



and was trying to get

the Leeds family autopsy photos.



Is a Federal beef, so Atlanta

kicked him back to us.






I'd like nothing better

than to see the dirt sandwich...



pulling five at Leavenworth.



But maybe there's a better way

to handle this.



Yeah? Whas that?



I think we ought

to give him a story.



WILL: The Tooth Fairy's ugly...



and he's impotent with members

of the opposite sex.



Also, he sexually molests

his male victims.



While they're alive?



WILL: Sorry, I can't go into

those details.



But we do also speculate...



that he's the product

of an incestuous home.



No wonder the creep's

such a loser, right?



Thas a tip we got

from Dr. Lecter, by the way.



So is true that Lecter's

helping with your investigation?



WILL: Yes, is true.



The Doctor was offended

a bottom-feeding lowlife like...



the Tooth Fairy would consider

himself in the same league.



(Lounds laughs)



Okay, tell me about this place you got here.



Will, your little

Washington hideaway.



This is an apartment I'm borrowing...



till this creep

goes down in flames.



I keep copies of the evidence

so I can work on it at night.



Make sure you can read the name

on that building.






All right, I got enough.



Just remember, I scratch

your back, you scratch mine.



If my story draws the Fairy

in an attack on Graham...



and you nail the scumbag,

I get an exclusive.



Fuck you, Lounds.



When we see the story,

we'll consider what to do...



about your sealed indictment.



All right, it was a pleasure

doing business with you, chumps.



WILL: I feel like I need a shower.



You okay with this?



Better he comes after me

than Molly and Josh.



So, yeah, I'm okay with it.



I wish we had

something better...



but there's only ten days

till the next full moon.



We've got to rattle his cage.



CRAWFORD: We'll stake out this apartment,

put snipers on the rooftops.



You'll have a moving box tail,

  /  in your car...



on the street, wherever you go.



You'll wear the Kevlar

at all times. No exceptions.



You again?



Come back at  :   a.m.

When I open, all right?



Hey, I told you!






You told me what?



(Suspenseful instrumental music)



LOUNDS: Fucking dickhead!



Is that your fucking name

on the sign?



(Lounds yelps in pain)



(Harrowing instrumental music)



(Suspenseful instrumental music)



(Suspenseful musical surges)



(Lounds panting heavily)



LOUNDS: Where am I?



What am I doing here?



DOLARHYDE: Atoning, Mr. Lounds.



LOUNDS: I haven't seen your face.



I couldn't possibly

identify you.



I work for the National Tattler.



It would pay...



a big reward for me.



I mean, a half a million...



or a million, maybe.



DOLARHYDE: Do you know who I am,

Mr. Lounds?






And I don't want to know.



You know, believe me.



DOLARHYDE: According to you,

I'm a vicious, perverted sexual failure...



a "bottom-feeding lowlife"...



who's about to

"go down in flames."



I think you know now, don't you?






DOLARHYDE: Do you understand

what I'm doing, Mr. Lounds?






But I would like to.



I really want to understand...



and then all my readers

could understand, too.



DOLARHYDE: I am not a man.



I began as one...



but each being

that I change makes me...



more than a man...



as you will witness.



I don't need to see you. No.



But you must, Mr. Lounds.



You're a reporter.



You're here to report.



(Suspenseful instrumental music)



Open your eyes and look at me.






If you won't open them...



I'll staple your eyelids

to your forehead.






DOLARHYDE: Open your eyes!



Oh, my dear God Jesus!



Oh, God!



(Dolarhyde grunts loudly)



Do you want to know what I am?



More than anything.



I was afraid to ask.



DOLARHYDE: Do you see now?



Yeah, I see.



Oh, God.



DOLARHYDE: Mrs. Jacobi in human form.



DOLARHYDE: Do you see?




DOLARHYDE: Mrs. Leeds in human form.



- Do you see?

- Yes.



- Mrs. Jacobi changing.

- Oh, my God.



Mrs. Leeds changing.



Do you see?



DOLARHYDE: Mrs. Jacobi reborn.



Do you see?



Mrs. Leeds reborn.



- Do you see?

- Please, no.



No? No what?



Not me.



Why did you write lies,

Mr. Lounds?



Graham told me to lie.



LOUNDS: It wasn't me.



- Will you tell the truth now?

- Yes!



About me?



- My work?

- Oh, yes.



My becoming?






I am the Dragon,

and you call me insane!



You are privy

to a great becoming...



and you recognise nothing.



You are an ant

in the afterbirth.



It is in your nature

to do one thing correctly.



Before me, you rightly tremble.



But fear is not what you owe me,

Mr. Lounds.



You owe me awe.






DOLARHYDE: Thas all, Mr. Lounds.



You did very well.



Will you let me go now?






There's one more way I can

help you to better understand.



I want to understand.



I do.

And I'm really gonna be fair...



from now on.



You know that.






LOUNDS: Oh, God, no!



(Lounds screaming in pain)



(Rusty wheels squeaking)



LOUNDS (Recording): I have had

a great privilege.



I have seen with...



wonder and awe the strength

of the Great Red Dragon.



He has helped me to understand

his splendour...



and now I want to serve him.



He knows you made me lie,

Will Graham.



Because I was forced to lie...



he will be more merciful to me

than to you.






Oh, God, no!



(Lounds screaming in pain on recording)






We can let this

tie us up in knots...



or we can learn from it.



Maybe even use it

to catch the bastard.



He had to have a van

or panel truck...



to move Lounds around

in that big old wheelchair.



Go on.



He had to already have

the wheelchair...



or know where to get one fast.



Is an antique, not something

you'd find in the house.



Does it strike anybody

that he set this up in a hurry?



The Tattler comes off the press

Monday night.



By Tuesday morning he's

in Chicago, snatching Lounds.



He either lives

in the Chicago area...



or he's within

a driving radius of...



call it six hours.



Find out in this area where

the Tattler was available...



for early distribution

Monday night.



Start with airports,

all-night newsstands.



Maybe a newsie

remembers an odd customer.



Lloyd, this cassette,

enhance the audio.



Maybe you can pick up

something in the background.



That wheelchair...



I want the maker, date,

possible sources.



Graham and I will coordinate

from Chicago. Les hustle.



Look, there's not gonna be

any answers in Chicago, Jack.



Okay? I mean, Lounds, that was a bonus.



That was a chance to show off.

It doesn't even fit his pattern.



The Leeds and the Jacobis

are what he needs.



I think I should go back to Baltimore.



After what he tried to pull?



Lecter picked up on something

in the missing part of the note.



Not a name, but something,

enough to narrow the search.



Even if he did, he won't tell you.



Not unless

I can offer him something.



LECTER (Voiceover): Congratulations.



That was most artistic, the way

you disposed of Mr. Lounds.



Your cell looks bigger

with no books in it.



Does it?



I hadn't noticed.



WILL: Oh, you will.



I have other resources.



Tell me, Will. Did you enjoy it?



Your first murder?



Of course you did.

Why shouldn't it feel good?



It does to God.



Why, only last week in Texas,

he dropped a church roof...



on the heads of    of his worshippers...



as they were

grovelling through a hymn.



He wouldn't begrudge you

one journalist.



Put me next to him, Doctor.



You and some SWAT team?



Oh, Will.

Where's the fun in that?



He'll have to take

his chances, too.



A roof can fall on anybody.



But not on Molly and Josh,

I take it.



Not yet, anyway.



First he kills the pet,

then the family.



Freddy was your pet.



They're safe now.



No one will ever be safe

around you, Will.



(Suspenseful instrumental music)



Clever work on his note,

by the way.



And that blackout was

an especially nice touch.



What else was in that note,




Put me next to him!



Thas what you want, isn't it?



To help him succeed

where you failed?






Give him a chance to kill me.



Go on, then.



Seduce me with your wares.



Full restoration

of your privileges.



Plus computer access

to the AMA archives.



One hour a week

under supervision, of course...



but is a one-time offer.



It expires

the minute I walk out of here.



Bit measly, don't you think?



Turn it down, then. See what

terms you get from Chilton.



Are these threats, William?



I'm waiting, Doctor. Or maybe

you've got nothing left to sell.



A little sample, then. Why not?



- Seen the Blake, have you?

- Yes.



No, you've looked but not seen.



Transformation is the key.



The man-dragon...



his ugliness

transformed by power.



Look for a military record

with combat training.



Look for extensive tattooing...



and corrective surgery,

most likely to the face.



Come on, I'm past that already

and you know it.



Give me what I need.



How is he choosing the women?



I've already suggested how.

The answer was in front of you.



- You looked but didn't see.

- Bullshit! No riddles!



Just tell me.






LECTER: Is your turn.



I asked you before

for a small courtesy...



and you responded rudely.



Before I tell you

anything more...



you will make

certain arrangements for me.



What kind of arrangements?



Oh, nothing much.



Shall we say dinner and a show?



You ready to tell me

what kind of outing this is?






You're just full of surprises,

aren't you, D?






WARFIELD: He's about six feet away.



Can you smell him?






Now, he's a little noisy,

but he's sedated, I assure you.



Doctor Hassler's about to fix

his broken tooth.



Glad you could come,

Ms. McClane.



We appreciate the infrared film,

by the way.



WARFIELD: Two more steps.



I'll put your left hand

on the edge of the table.



Now, he's right in front of you.



Take your time.



(Tiger bays drowsily)



- D?

- I'm here.



You go ahead.



(Suspenseful instrumental music)



(Tiger growls sleepily)






Why don't you try this?



(Strong heartbeat)



(Clock ticking)



Nine steps from the front door

to the clock...



and three more to this room.



Sorry. Force of habit.



(Jazz music plays)



That beautiful tiger,

this house, this music...



I don't think anybody knows you

at all, D.



Everybody wonders about you,




Especially the women.



What do they want to know?



They find you...



very mysterious and interesting.



Did they tell you how I look?



They said that you have

a remarkable body.



That you're very sensitive about

your face but you shouldn't be.



Oh, and...



they asked me if...



you are as strong as you look.






I said I didn't know.



(Record stops playing)



(Seductive jazz music plays)



Where the hell are you, D?



Here you are.



Do you want to know

what I think about it?



Now, would you show me

where the bathroom is?



(Slow, suspenseful instrumental music)



(Seductive jazz music plays)



I have to do a little work.



- Lf I'm keeping you from work...

- No.



...l'll go.

- I want you to be here.



I do. Is just a tape

I need to watch.



It won't take long.



- Do you need to hear it, too?

- No.



May I keep the music?



(Suspenseful instrumental music)



Whas it about?



Some people I'm going to meet.



So then...



is what? Is a corporate promo?

Some kind of homework?



Is homework. Yeah.



Thas a good idea.



Is so important

to be prepared.



My God, are you ever!



(Dramatic instrumental music)



(Tense instrumental music)



(Dolarhyde whimpers in panic)



DOLARHYDE: No. I won't give her to you. No.



(Suspenseful instrumental music)



Please, just for a little while.



(Crying) No! You're hurting me!



(Dramatic instrumental music)






she's nice.



She's okay.



(Climactic instrumental music)



I had a really terrific time

last night.



But this morning you seem

like a different person.



- Is something wrong?

- I have to go now.



- I have to go away.

- Where?



On a trip.



- When will I see you again?

- Reba, you have to get out. Now.



METCALF (Voiceover): Dear Mr. Graham:



Here are the Jacobis'

personal effects, as discussed.



I hope these things

might help you.



Good hunting. Byron Metcalf.



(Soft piano music)



CRAWFORD: How many more

times are we going to watch this?



WILL: "See them living," he said,

"right in front of you."



Is something about

these home movies.



Lecter keeps saying,

"You looked, but didn't see."



CRAWFORD: Lecter says a lot of things.



Sad damn thing.

But we already knew that.



We can't afford

to let Lecter waste our...



No. Again.



MS. HARPER: Your dissertation must be

nearly finished, Mr. Crane.






Is nice to be able to connect

a face with a name...



after all our correspondence.



But, you know, you don't look

like I imagined you looked.



What did you think

I looked like?






(Soft piano music)



(Yells surprise)



(Mouths) Thank you.



Right there! There.



WILL: Thas what he wanted

the bolt cutter for.



To cut that padlock

and go in through the basement.



WILL: But thas a different door.



I don't get it. The one I saw

was flush steel with deadbolts.



Jacobi had a new door installed.

Beginning of January, I think.



Is in here somewhere.



CRAWFORD: Think he cased the house

with the old door?



He brought the bolt cutter,

didn't he?



He was sure he'd need it.



Why case it two months

in advance and not check it?



I don't know. He was ready

with the bolt cutter...



like at the Leeds' house.



There he was ready

with a glass cutter.



He musve seen the glass when

he walked in the neighbourhood.



No. You can't see

that door from the yard.



There's a porch lattice

in the way.



Jack, he knew

the inside of the houses.



Remarkable, isn't it?



Two hundred years old.



(Suspenseful instrumental music)



Yet so fresh.



So vivid.



(Soft piano music)



(Suspenseful instrumental music)



He almost looks alive,

doesn't he?



(Dramatic instrumental music)



(Harrowing instrumental music)



We've just gotten

a report here from the...



(Woman screams)



(Dramatic instrumental music)



CRAWFORD: Do you still have

the Jacobis' check stubs...



and credit card statements?



We're looking for any kind

of service call or purchase...



that mighve required

a stranger...



to enter the house.



CRAWFORD: A repairman, delivery guy.

METCALF: Anybody in the house.




METCALF: We checked.



CRAWFORD: I know we checked that...



but now we got to go back

to before January.



METCALF: Last year's purchase orders.




WILL: No collar.

CRAWFORD: But please hurry. Is urgent.



No collar.



CRAWFORD: Metcalf says...

WILL: No collar.



The dog had no collar

in a neighbourhood of dogs...



but he knew which was theirs.



Same with the Jacobis' cat.

No collar, but he knew.



WILL: He knew about the padlock.

He knew about the pane of glass.



He knew the layout.

He knew how to get in.



Every goddamn thing he needed

to know was on this...



Oh, Jesus.



Is Metcalf still on the phone?

Give it!



Byron, is Graham.



You said Niles Jacobi took a few

keepsakes. Do you have a list?



METCALF: Yeah, right here.



I need to know if something

he took was a home video.



A full-length VHS tape,

compiled from shorter tapes.



METCALF: I see one videotape.

WILL: Yes?



METCALF: But it says, "Meet the Jacobis. "



Is Chromalux.



CRAWFORD: We just got a fax.



An incident

at the Brooklyn Muzeum.



A guy attacked two employees,

and get this...



ate the Blake painting.



WILL: What?



Thas him. Is got to be.



If that painting meant so much

to him, why destroy it?



And why didn't he kill

those two women at the muzeum?



They both got

a good look at him.



Maybe he's trying to stop.



(Suspenseful instrumental music)



(Dramatic instrumental music)



Mr. Crawford,

all you've got is a hunch.



I've got     employees,

and they've got a union.



I can't just turn you loose

on their files.



Not without a court order.



There are privacy issues.

The company's exposure.



One of the employees

has already killed    people...



that we know of.



If he gets away tonight...



whas the company's exposure

on that?



- I'll get our lawyers here...

- We don't have time for that.



WILL: Listen!



We're looking for a white male,

   to   ...



- right-handed with brown hair.

- No...



Listen! Please. He's strong.

He's possibly a bodybuilder.



He might have some kind

of facial disfigurement.



He drives a van

or a panel truck.



That sounds like Mr. D.



Oh, my God.



Who's Mr. D?



Francis Dolarhyde,

Manager of Technical Services.



What does he do exactly?



He maintains the equipment

for tape transfers.



Would he have access

to people's home videotapes?



He has access to every tape

that comes through here.



Thanks for dinner,

and thanks for letting me vent.



Look, no problemo.



Reba, listen, I know is not

my place to say this...



Go on.



Well, if Dolarhyde is really

as moody as you say he is...



maybe you ought

to keep some distance.



I mean, what do you really know

about the guy?



I appreciate

your concern, Ralph. Really.



And I promise

I'll give it some thought.



- Hey, have a great vacation.

- Thanks.



- See you in a week.

- Good night.



(Ominous instrumental music)



RALPH: I had a great time.

REBA: Good night.



RALPH: Good night!



(Ominous instrumental music)



Ralph, just 'cause

I'm feeling vulnerable...



(Harrowing instrumental music)






You wandered around in the house

while I was asleep, didn't you?



REBA: What?



The other night,

did you find something odd?



Did you take it and show it

to somebody? Did you do that?



D? What is it?



Whas happening?



- Sit still or he'll hear us!

- Who will?



He's upstairs.



He wants you, Reba.



I thought he was gone,

but now he's back.



D, you're scaring me.



I didn't want

to give you to him.



I did a thing for you today

so he couldn't have you.



I was wrong.



You made me weak

and then you hurt me.



(Police car sirens)






No, you can't have her!



Please don't let him have me.



REBA: You won't.



I'm for you.



You like me. I know you like me.

Take me with you.



Take you with me?

Yes. Put out your hand.



Feel this. Thas a shotgun.



A   -gauge magnum.

Do you know what ill do?



I wish I could have trusted you.

I wanted to trust you.



You felt so good!



So did you.



- Please don't hurt me now.

- Is all over for me.



(Reba gasps in panic)



- Where are you?

- I can't leave you to him.



DOLARHYDE: Do you know what he'll do?

He'll bite you to death.



He'll hurt you so bad!

I can't let that happen.



- Is better if you go with me.

- Yes, God, get us out of here!



- I'll shoot you and then myself.

- Oh, no.



- I have to shoot you.

- No...



I can't do it.



(Screaming) D!






(Coughs and pants heavily)



(Clock chimes)



REBA: Three steps to the clock.



From the clock to the door,

nine more.



Oh, God.



(Climactic instrumental music)



What is that?

What the hell is that?



Thas the place.



Goddamn it!



All units,

thas his house thas burning.



(Dramatic instrumental music, sirens blaring)






Francis Dolarhyde! Where is he?



He's in there. He is dead.



You know that?



He shot himself in the face.

I put my hand in it.



He set fire to the house.

He was on the floor, and I...



You all right?



WILL: Thas all I need.



I'd like to come back

before I leave town.



WILL: See how you're doing.

REBA: Sure, why not?



Who could resist a charmer like me?



You know, whatever part of him

was still human...



was only kept alive

because of you.



You probably saved some lives.



You didn't draw a freak. Okay?



You drew a man

with a freak on his back.



I should have known.



No, sometimes you don't.

Trust me, I've been there.



Listen to me. There was

plenty wrong with Dolarhyde...



but there's nothing wrong

with you.



Except your hair.



Your hair is a train wreck.



Can we please

do something about that?



For next time, maybe? Please?



That would be nice.



REBA: Thank you.

WILL: Just get some rest.



WILL: You're gonna be fine.




please call Pharmacy     .



We found this in his safe.



Thought you might

want to take the first look.



CRAWFORD: You've earned it.



(Melancholy instrumental music)



WILL: When I read his journal,

it was sad.



It was just so sad.



I couldn't help

feeling sorry for him.



He wasn't born a monster.



This guy was made one

through years of abuse.



- Hey.

- Hey, Dad, can we make s'mores?



- S'mores?

- Yeah, s'mores.



- Yeah, you're on.

- All right.



- Go look in the pantry.

- Okay.



(Telephone rings)






PRICE: Those remains you found

in the rubble.



- They're not Dolarhyde's.

- What are you talking about?



- His damn dentures were there.

- But not his bones.



Wrong DNA.



Then whose are they?



Saint Louis P.D.

Is looking for...



a Chromalux employee

named Ralph Mandy.



He should be on vacation,

so nobody missed him for a week.



- What is taking him so long?

- Are you kidding?



It takes him    minutes to get

out of bed in the morning.



Yeah, but now I have

a serious marshmallow jones.



Josh, what are you doing?



(Suspenseful musical surge)



(Telephone rings)



MOLLY (Recording): We can't come to the

phone. You know the deal.



Wait for the beep.



CRAWFORD (On machine): Is Jack.

Is Dolarhyde. He's still alive.



I'm scrambling everything

that rolls or flies...



but they'll take time to arrive.






Christ, Will, where are you?



(Ominous instrumental music)



(Music builds to a crescendo)



Drop it. Do it now, gumshoe.



Your son is about to change.



Then your wife.



You can watch.



Then I'll take care of you.



Look at you.



I've never seen

a child as disgusting as you!



You pissed your pants?

How dare you!



You dirty little beast.

You want me to cut it off?



Want me to do that,

you little freak?



You want me to cut it off?



Do you? Don't cry at me,

you little faggot!



Apologise! Say, "I'm sorry,

Daddy! I'm a dirty little beast.



"I'm a freak." Say it!



- No.

- Say it!



- Dad!

- Say it, or I will cut it off!



WILL: "I'm a dirty little beast.



"Freak! Harelip!



"And no one will ever love me. "



(Shouting) Josh, run! Run!



(Raging instrumental music)



Get down!



You okay?



(Sudden silence)



MOLLY (From downstairs): Josh?

JOSH: Mum?



MOLLY: Will?



Where are you guys?



I thought I heard

some kind of...






Molly, get down!



MOLLY: Will!



(Molly gasps and sobs)



(Ominous instrumental music)



WILL: (Gasps) Shoot...






Shoot him. Shoot him.



(Climactic instrumental music)



(Sirens wail)



JOSH: Mummy?



LECTER (Voiceover): My dear Will:

You must be healed by now.



On the outside, at least.



I hope you're not too ugly.



What a collection of scars

you have!



Never forget

who gave you the best of them.



And be grateful.



Our scars have the power

to remind us the past was real.



We live in a primitive time,

don't we, Will?



Neither savage nor wise.



Half measures

are the curse of it.



A rational society would either

kill me or put me to some use.



Do you dream much, Will?

I think of you often.



Your old friend,

Hannibal Lecter.



(Dramatic instrumental music)



CHILTON: Hannibal?

There's someone here to see you.



Wants to ask a few questions.

I said you'd probably refuse.



A young woman.

Says she's from the FBI.



Though she's far too pretty,

if you ask me.



I'll tell her you said no.



What is her name?


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