You know Paul.
Paul's come over from Justice,
unofficially, as a favour to us.
In other words, He's Here,
and He's not Here.
KRENDLER:
So, I take it you've seen
The Coverage in The Papers,
and on Television?
Clarice :
I have nothing to Do with
The News, Mr Krendler.
KRENDLER:
The Woman had a
baby in her arms.
There are pictures.
You can see The Problem,
I would think.
Clarice :
Not in her arms, in
a carrier across her chest.
In her arms, she
had a MAC-10.
[SIGHS]
KRENDLER:
Look, we're here to help you, Starling.
It's gonna be a hell of a lot harder
to do with a combative attitude.
[ PAGER BEEPING ]
Clarice :
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 Judgement, and
was ignored, and now a Good Agent,
and A Friend, is dead.
KRENDLER:
You shot and killed five people
out there, Agent Starling.
Is that how you define
'Good Judgement'?
Clarice :
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.
All right, gentlemen,
I'm going to call a
halt to this meeting
and get back to you
individually by phone.
[MEN SCOFFING]
Waste of time.
PEARSALL:
You have A Secret Admirer, Starling.
Isn't much to look at, but he does
have friends in high places.
Remember Mason Verger?
Clarice :
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 it with you.
Clarice :
What do you mean, "only share
it with me"? You want it, seize it.
KRENDLER:
We'd rather not.
Clarice :
I wasn't speaking to
you, Mr Krendler.
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, "Hey, this is
A Senate oversight committee,
to make your life miserable."
His Family's political contributions
may not be enough to buy A Senator,
but they are enough to rent them
from time to time.
There's no reason to go through that again
if he really does have something new.
KRENDLER:
It's a good deal for you, Starling.
You can't pretend it isn't.
You get to go back on a celebrated case.
I'll take care of the media
for your Drumgo killing.
- Everyone's gonna be happy.
Clarice :
I'm not happy.
Well, maybe you're incapable
of being happy.
Clarice :
Mr Krendler, when
You're out on the street,
you know you might take
a bullet in the line of duty.
You accept it, or you get out.
You Live with it.
What you don't expect,
or accept, is taking one
in the back in your Boss'
office for doing your job
exactly as they've taught you.
That makes you unhappy.
Of course, you're right, Starling,
but it doesn't really change anything.
Clarice :
It changes everything. It changes me.
Agent Starling, hi. I'm Cordell Doemling,
Mr Verger's private physician.
CLARICE: How do you do?
If you'd be so kind
as to park down at the end.
One's eyes adjust to the darkness.
MAN ON TV: versus an estimate of 16.
Dylan, they're saying sales
have slowed down.
Seems like a recurring theme here. Perhaps
corporate spending on a slowdown...
CORDELL: Mr Verger, Agent Starling is here.
Good morning, Mr Verger.
VERGER: Was that a Mustang
I heard out there?
Yes, it was.
- A five litre?
- 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'd like to attach this microphone
to your clothing or your pillow,
if you're comfortable with that.
Oh, by all means.
VERGER: 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,
5-1-4-3-6-9-0,
deposing Mason R. Verger
on March 20, sworn and attested...
- I wanna tell you about summer camp.
- Mr Verger...
- It was a wonderful childhood experience.
- We can get to that later.
No, we can get to it now.
You see, it all comes to bear.
It was a Christian camp my father founded
for poor, unfortunate,
castoff little boys and girls
who would do anything for a candy bar.
Mr Verger, I don't need to know
about the sex offences,
- I just have to...
- No, it's all right.
I have immunity from the U.S. Attorneys,
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?
[LAUGHING]
That is what I mean.
Yes, if you don't mind talking about it.
- Oh, not at all. I'm not ashamed.
- I didn't say you should be.
No. We met conventionally,
as doctor and patient.
- How did he end up at your house?
- I invited him, of course.
To my pied-?terre.
I came to the door
in my nicest "come hither" outfit.
I was concerned he'd be afraid of me,
but he didn't seem to be afraid of me.
That's almost funny now.
[LAUGHING]
I showed him my toys,
my noose setup, among other things.
It's a way you sort of hang yourself,
but not really.
It feels good while you...
Well, you know.
Anyway, he said, "Mason..."
Mason, would you like a popper?
And I said, "Would l? Oh, wow."
Once that kicked in, I was flying.
He said, "Mason, show me how you smile
to gain the confidence of a child."
[LAUGHING]
Then 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."
[CUTTING]
LECTER: No. I can still see it.
[VERGER LAUGHING]
LECTER: Try again.
No, I'm afraid not.
VERGER: [LAUGHING] That's entertainment!
It seemed like a good idea at the time.
Mr Verger, you indicated to me that you'd
received some kind of new information.
Um...
Cordell.
- Where did this come from?
- Buenos Aires. I received it two weeks ago.
- Where is the package it came in?
- Good question.
There was nothing written on it of
interest. Cordell, did we throw it out?
- 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 dishonour.
- Thank you. I think that's all I need.
- Did you find some rapport with Dr Lecter,
in your talks at the asylum?
I know I did, while I was peeling.
We exchanged information in a civil way.
- But always through the glass?
- Yes.
[INHALES DEEPLY]
- 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.
[NURSE SCREAMING]
NURSE: Let me go!
[SNARLING]
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.
Yeah, 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.
[CHUCKLES] "Free-range rude,"
he called them.
What about you?
You ever think he might come after you?
You ever think about him at all?
Oh, 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.
Barney, I just found out that Dr Lecter's
signed copy of The Joy of Cooking
sold to a private collector for $16,000.
Phew!
It was probably a fake.
The seller's affidavit of ownership
was signed Karen Phlox.
Do you know Karen Phlox?
You should.
She filled out your employment application,
only at the bottom, she signed it "Barney."
Same thing on your tax returns.
You want the book? Maybe I can get it back.
I want the X-ray they shot
after you broke Lecter's arm
during the attack on that nurse.
And everything else you got.
We used to talk about
a lot of things at night,
after the screaming finally died down.
We talked about you sometimes.
- You 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 Dr Lecter.
[SIGHS]
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?
Well, he was talking about inherited,
hard-wired behaviour.
He was using genetics
in the roller pigeons as an example.
They fly way up in the air, roll over backwards in a display, falling toward the ground.
LECTER ON TAPE:
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?
CLARICE: I don't know. Is it?
LECTER: 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.
[CHURCH BELL TOLLING]
MAN 1: 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 recognise it? I think not.
Gentlemen, you have examined him
in medieval Italian,
and I will not deny
that his language is admirable
for a straniero, but
is he acquainted with the personalities
of the pre-Renaissance Firenze?
I think not.
What if he came upon a note
in the Capponi Library,
say, from Guido de Cavalcanti?
Would he recognise that?
[CHUCKLES]
I think not.
They're still arguing.
MAN 1: The Capponi correspondence
goes back to the 13th century.
Sogliato wants the job for his nephew,
but the scholars seem satisfied
with the temporary guy they appointed.
MAN 1: If he's such an expert on Dante,
let him lecture on Dante to the studiolo.
Let him face them if he can.
FELL :
I look forward to it.
MAN 2:
Let's set a date.
MAN 3:
Very well. On the 14th.
Dr Fell?
Chief Inspector Rinaldo Pazzi
of the Questura.
Commendatore. How can I be of service?
I'm sorry.
I'm investigating the disappearance of your predecessor, Signore de Bonaventura.
I was wondering if...
"Predecessor" implies I have The Job.
Unfortunately, I don't, not yet,
though I am hopeful.
Police Constable Nicholas Angel.
Born and schooled in London.
Graduated Canterbury University in 1993 with a double first in Politics and Sociology.
Attended Hendon College of Police Training.
Displayed great aptitude in field exercises.
Notably, urban pacification and riot control.
Back off!
Academically excelled in theoretical course work
and final year examinations.
Received the Baton of Honour.
Graduated with distinction into
The Metropolitan Police Service.
Quickly established an Effectiveness
and Popularity within The Community.
Use your brain.
Proceeded to improve skill base with courses in
Advanced Driving and Advanced Cycling.
Became heavily involved in
a number of extra vocational activities.
To this day holds the Met record for the
100 metre dash.
In 2001 began active duty with the renowned
SO 19 armed response unit.
Received a Bravery Award for efforts in the resolution of
Operation Crackdown.
In the last 12 months has received nine Special Commendations.
Achieved the highest arrest record for any officer in The Met.
And sustained three injuries in The Line of Duty.
Most recently in December, when wounded by a man dressed --
as Father Christmas.
Hello, Nicholas.
Hello, Sergeant.
How's the hand?
Still a bit stiff.
It can get awfully hairy out there.
I'm surprised you weren't snapped up sooner
for a Nice Desk Job.
That's What I Did.
I prefer to think my office is out on The street.
Indeed, you do.
Your arrest record is 400% higher than any other officer. Which is why it's high time that such skills were put to better use.
We're making you Sergeant.
I see.
In Sandford, Gloucestershire.
In where, sorry?
In Sandford, Gloucestershire.
That's in The Country.
Yes, lovely. Isn't there a Sergeant's Position here in London?
No.
Can I remain here as a PC?
No.
Do I have any choice in this?
No. Sergeant, I kind of like it here.
Well, you've always wanted to transfer to the country.
In 20 years or so, yes.
Well done, you. Hang on, I don't remember telling you that. Yes, you did. You said, "I'd love to settle down in the country sometime, Janine." I'd like to talk to the Inspector. You can speak to the Inspector, but I can promise you he will tell you exactly the same thing as I have. - Hello, Nicholas. How's the hand? - It's still a bit stiff. - And how are things at home? - I'm sorry, sir? How's Janine? We're no longer together, sir. - Right. Then where are you living? - He's staying at the Section House, sir. - With the recruits? - Yes, he's living out of cardboard boxes. Well, then, you're packed already. Nicholas, we're offering you a smashing position with a delightful cottage, in a lovely little place that I think has won Village of the Year I don't know how many times. It'll be good for you. - I don't really know what to say. - Yes? Yes, thank you. No, I'm sorry. I'm gonna have to... - You want to take this higher? - Yes, yes, I do. You want me to bother the Chief Inspector with this? Yes. You want me to get the Chief Inspector to come all the way down here? - Yes, I do. - Okay. Kenneth! - Hello, Nicholas. How's the hand? - Still a bit stiff. - Chief Inspector... - Keep your seat. Now, I know what you're going to say, but the fact is, you've been making us all look bad. I'm sorry, sir? Of course we all appreciate your efforts, but you've been rather letting the side down. It's all about being a team player, Nicholas. You can't be the Sheriff of London. If we let you carry on running round town, you'll continue to be exceptional and we can't have that. You'll put us all out of a job. With respect, sir. - You can't just make people disappear. - Yes, I can. I'm the Chief Inspector. Well, however you spin this, there's one thing you haven't taken into account.
And that's what the "team" is gonna make of this.
Hello? - Janine, it's me. I know. I'm at work. I know, I'm outside. What's the situation? You know the situation. We've been over this. No, I... I meant here. Two people involved, distinct signs of a struggle. Complete mess. - You are talking about here? - Nicholas, what do you want? Well, I have something important to tell you and I didn't wanna do it over the phone. Janine, I've been transferred. I'm moving away for a while. I'm not Janine. Janine, I've been transferred. I'm moving away for a while. I know. Bob told me. Hello, there. Well, I wanted to tell you in person. And there's no reason we can't be civil with each other. It's not that long ago we were talking about getting married. Yes, but you were already married to the force, weren't you? We're actually supposed to call it "the service" now. Official vocab guidelines state that "force" is too aggressive. See. It's only ever about the job. - It's all you care about. - That's not true. No, you're right, you do have that rubber plant. - It's a Japanese Peace Lily. - You just can't switch off, Nicholas. And until you find a person you care about more than your job, you never will. Besides, you were the one who suggested we take a break. Yes, well, guilty people often make the first move. Actually, there's something I need to tell you. - You're seeing someone else. - Yes. How did you... - Is it Bob? - No. Does Bob look like the kind of person I'd go out with? It's Dave. Hello, there. I see. Oh, Nicholas. You do realise that window was broken from the inside? Hello there, Nicholas, Frank Butterman here, your new Inspector. I'm just calling with details of your accommodation. We've got you a lovely little cottage on Spencer Hill. Look forward to meeting you anon. Cheerio. Nicholas, Frank again. One other thing about your cottage. It's not ready. It would appear the heavens have opened. - I was hoping to check in. - Check in? But you've always been here. - Excuse me? - Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were my husband. - You must be Sergeant Angel. - Yes, I am. I'm Joyce Cooper. I trust you had a pleasant trip. Fascist. I beg your pardon? "System of Government characterised by extreme dictatorship." Seven across. - Oh, I see. It's "fascism." - Fascism. Wonderful. Now, we've put you in the Castle Suite. Bernard will escort you up there.
Well, actually, I could probably make
my own way up. Hag.
I beg your pardon?
"Evil old woman considered frightful or ugly."
It's 12 down. Oh, bless you.
