Showing posts with label Lecter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lecter. Show all posts

Monday, 17 December 2018

The Non-Problem of Male Fierceness






When a Man tells you, in every second that you spend in his company 

By His Every Word,
Every Gesture, 
Every Deed

By His very Energy -

"I Shot a Man in Reno Just to Watch Him Die."

You are NOT Required to Be Polite to Such a Man.

To Do So would be 
Contemptible.

And a 
DIS-GRACE.

So, When You Meet Me,
Have Some Courtesy.
Have Some Sympathy.
And Some Taste.


STARLING
Barney, back when you turned Dr. Lecter over to the Tennessee Police -

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

STARLING
Yeah.  They only managed to survive his company three days.  

You survived him six years at the asylum.  

How'd you do that?

It wasn't just being civil.


BARNEY
Yes, it was.




INT. APARTMENT BUILDING - UPSTAIRS HALL - DAY

     Starling knocks.  Waits.  The door opens and the orderly
     peers out with the dead dove in his hands.

                          STARLING
               Hi, Barney.  I need to talk with -

                          BARNEY
               Would you agree, for the record, Officer
               Starling, I've not been read my rights?

                          STARLING
               This is just informal.  I just need to
               ask you about some stuff.

                          BARNEY
               How about saying it into your handbag?

     Starling opens her purse and speaks down into it as though
     there were a troll inside -

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

     Barney widens the door so she can come in.

     INT. BARNEY'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS

     Barney sets the dove on a desk and drags a computer mouse
     to the "file close" x.  Just before the screen reverts to the
     AOL Welcome page, Starling glimpses the site he was on when
     she interrupted him with her knock - stock quotes.

                          STARLING
               How you been?

     He doesn't answer.  Sits his huge frame down on his desk
     chair.  She moves some newspapers aside on a couch, one of
     which shows a photo of her from the Drumgo raid.  They
     consider each other for a moment.  Eventually -

                          STARLING
               Barney, back when you turned Dr. Lecter
               over to the Tennessee Police -

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

                          STARLING
               Yeah.  They only managed to survive his
               company three days.  You survived him six
               years at the asylum.  How'd you do that?
               It wasn't just being civil.

                          BARNEY
               Yes, it was.

     They both hear something - a flutter - and glance out to the
     fire escape.  The dead dove's mate has landed on the railing.

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

                          BARNEY
               No.  He told me once that, whenever
               feasible, he preferred to eat the rude.
               "Free-range rude," he called them.

     He smiles.  Glances out the window again to the cooing dove.
     Picks up the dead one, carries it out and sets it down on the
     wet grating.

                          STARLING
               Any idea what happened to all his stuff?
               His books and papers and drawings and -

                          BARNEY
               Everything got thrown out when the place
               closed.

     He comes back in.  She starts to say something, hesitates.
     Once she starts on this subject, she knows one of them will
     wind up very unhappy.

                          STARLING
               Barney, I just found out that Dr.
               Lecter's signed copy of The Joy of
               Cooking went to a private collector for
               sixteen thousand dollars.

                          BARNEY
               It was probably a fake.

                          STARLING
               The seller's affidavit of ownership
               was signed, Karen Phlox.  You know Karen
               Phlox?  You should.  "She" filled out
               your employment application, only at the
               bottom she signed it, Barney.  Same thing
               on your tax returns.

     Long silence.  Then Barney sighs.

                          BARNEY
               You want the book?  Maybe I could get
               it back.

                          STARLING
               I want the x-ray.  From when you broke
               his arm after he attacked that nurse.

     Barney gets up again, but doesn't run off to get it.  He
     slowly paces around.

                          BARNEY
               We talked about a lot of things, late at
               night, after all the screaming died down.
               We talked about you sometimes.  Want to
               know what he said?

                          STARLING
               No, just the x-ray.

                          BARNEY
               Is there a reward?

                          STARLING
               Yeah.  The reward is I don't have my
               friend the Postal Inspector nail you on
               Use of the Mails to Defraud, you don't
               get ten years, and you don't come out
               with a janitor's job and a room at the Y,
               sitting on the side of your bunk at night
               listening to yourself cough.

     He stares at her, gets up finally, disappears into the
     bedroom.  Starling looks out to the fire escape again.  The
     surviving dove has dropped down and is now walking in circles
     around its lifeless mate.

     Barney returns with a file box and a large envelope.  Hands
     it all to her.  She unfurls the string-clasp.  Pulls out an x-
     ray of an arm.  A radiologist's and Lecter's names are on it.

                          BARNEY
               I'm not a bad guy.

                          STARLING
               I didn't say you were.

                          BARNEY
               Dr. Chilton is a bad guy.  After your
               first visit, he began taping your conver-
               sations with Dr. Lecter.

     He produces from his jacket pocket several cassette tapes.
     As he hands them to her -

                          BARNEY
               I was good to you.  Tried to make it
               easy for you the first time you came down
               to the violent ward to interview Dr.
               Lecter.  Remember?

                          STARLING
               Yes.

                          BARNEY
               You remember saying thank you?

     She doesn't because she didn't, and now regrets it.

                          STARLING
               I'm sorry.  Thank you.

                          BARNEY
               You mean it?

                          STARLING
               Yes.

                          BARNEY
               I'm going to show you something then.
               I don't have to show it to you, remember
               that.  But I believe your gratitude is
               sincere.

     He goes to a fuse box on the wall.  Takes something out of
     it.  Turns around to face Starling, wearing the famous mask
     from Silence of the Lambs, and her hand flashes toward her
     sidearm, a movement quickly stopped.

                          BARNEY
               This is my retirement fund.
                   (removes the mask)
               If you'll let me keep it.  I can a lot
               of money for this and get out of here for
               good.  I want to travel, and see every
               Vermeer in the world before I die.

     She thinks about it, doesn't immediately answer him.  He
     walks out onto the fire escape again and addresses the bird -

                          BARNEY
               Go on.  You've grieved long enough.

     He shoos the dove away, picks up the dead one, comes back
     in and drops it in the wastebasket by his desk.

                          STARLING
               What did he say?  About me?  Late at
               night.

                          BARNEY
               We were talking about inherited, hard-
               wired behavior.  He was using genetics in
               roller pigeons as an example.
               They go way up in the air and roll over
               backwards in a display, falling toward
               the ground.  There are shallow rollers
               and deep rollers.  You can't breed two
               deep rollers or the offspring will roll
               all the way down, crash and die.  He
               said, "Officer Starling is a deep roller,
               Barney.  Let's hope one of her parents
               was not."

     As Starling gets up and gathers everything except the mask,
     she hears the surviving dove call out once from somewhere in
     the trees.

     INT. FBI LAB - DAY

     The two x-rays, one overlaid on the other, clipped to a
     light box.  A technician adjusts them so the bone structures
     correspond in position as closely as possible and points out
     to Starling -

                          TECHNICIAN
               They're the same arm.  The discrepancy is
               the dates.  This one -

     He slides the x-rays apart, touches a thin gray line on one
     of them -

                          TECHNICIAN
               - shows the hairline fracture he
               sustained in the fight with the orderly.
               This one -
                   (the other x-ray)
               - the more recent one, supposedly,
               doesn't.  This is the newer of the two -
                   (the other one)
               - the one from the asylum.

     INT. BEHAVIORAL SCIENCE - LATER

     Starling puts the earliest-dated cassette into a player,
     presses "play," walks up to the blackboard and under Verger's
     heading - below "Meat-packing heir" and some other notes -
     writes, "He lies."  From the tape player -

                          LECTER'S VOICE
               Surely the odd confluence of events
               hasn't escaped you, Clarice.  Jack Craw-
               ford 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?

     There's a pause.  Starling, remembering the moment clearly
     even now, mouths along with her recorded voice -

                          STARLING'S VOICE
               I don't know.  Is it?

     INT. CELL - BALTIMORE STATE HOSPITAL FOR THE CRIMINALLY
     INSANE - DAY - (FLASHBACK - 1994)

     It's Lecter's cell.  And it's almost pitch black.  Then,
     as he turns a rheostat, the lights slowly rise, revealing the
     cell to be almost empty, stripped of its books.  He's lying
     on his cot.

                          LECTER
               I've been in this room for eight years,
               Clarice.  I know they will never - ever -
               let me out while I'm alive.  What I want

               ... is a view.