…ah..!! You React..!
Good morning, Will.
“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.
Something still doesn't make sense to me :
[ This has NOTHING to Do with Solving The Case —
Oh, Wait : IT DOES. ]
You're the best forensic
psychiatrist I know,
and yet somehow,
in all our time together —
this possibility
never occurred
to you.
Lecter :
Well, I’m Only Human, Will.
Perhaps I made
a mistake.
That's the same atrocious
aftershave you wore in court.
I keep getting it for Christmas.
Christmas, yes. Did you get my card?
I got it, thank you.
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.
And?
Very interesting, even to a layman.
You say you're a layman.
But it was you who caught me.
Wasn't it, Will?
Do you know how you did it?
I got lucky.
I don't think you believe that.
It's in the transcript.
What does it matter now?
It doesn't matter to me, Will.
I need your advice, Dr. Lecter.
Birmingham and Atlanta.
You want to know
how he's choosing them, don't you?
I thought you'd have ideas.
I'm asking you to tell me what there are.
Why should l?
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 a panty curtle.
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.
Then, by implication,
you think you're smarter than I am,
since it was you who caught me.
No, 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.
- Is that the case file?
- Yes.
With photos?
Let me keep them, and I might consider it.
No.
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?
This is a very shy boy, Will.
I'd love to meet him.
Have you considered the possibility
that he is disfigured
or that he may believe he is disfigured?
Yeah, the mirrors.
You notice he smashes
all the mirrors in the house,
not just enough to get the pieces he wants.
And, of course, those shards in their eyes
so he can see himself there.
That's interesting.
No, that's not interesting.
You've thought of that before.
I had considered it.
- What about the women?
- Dead?
Mere puppets.
You need to see them living,
the way they caught his eye.
That's 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.
Ever seen blood in the moonlight, Will?
It appears quite black.
If one were nude, say,
it'd would be better to have
outdoor privacy for that sort of thing.
You think the yards might be a factor
when he selects victims?
Yes.
And there will be more of them, of course.
Victims.
So, 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.