Scarred

 

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 that The Past was Real.

We live in a primitive

time, don't we, Will?

Neither Savagenor Wise.

Half-measures are The Curse of it.

Any rationalSociety would either kill me or put me to someuse.

So you Dream much, Will?

I think of you often.

Your Old Friend, 

Hannibal Lecter.

"Actually, that was 

The Last Time He Ever 

Took a Swing at Me."

Jimmy Carr:

It's just so stupid, isn't it? 

Beating Your Wife... 

I mean, it's Your Wife - 

it's like keying Your Own Car!

David Mitchell:

Society just got a tiny bit worse...

Jimmy Carr:

I like to think I can help.

As the fat renders, the tallows float to the surface. 

Like in Boy Scouts. 

It's hard to imagine you as A Boy Scout. 

Keep stirring. 

Once the tallow hardens, you skim off a layer of glycerine. 

If you would add nitric acid, you got nitroglycerin. 

If you then add sodium nitrate and a dash of sawdust, you got dynamite. 

Yeah, with enough soap, 

one could blow up just about anything. 

Tyler was full of useful information. 

Ancient Peoples found their clothes got cleaner when washed in a certain point of The River. 

You know why?

No. 

'Cause Human Sacrifices were once made on The Hills above This River. Bodies burned, water seeped through the wooden ashes to create lye. 

This is lye. The crucial ingredient. 

Once it mixed with the melted fat of the bodies, 

thick white soapy discharge crept into The River —

May I see your hand, please? 

What is this? 

This is A Chemical Burn. 

It'll Hurt more than you've ever been burned — 

and You'll Have A Scar. 

If meditation worked for cancer, it could work for this. - Stay with the pain. Don't shut this out. - Oh, God! Look at your hand. The first soap was made from the ashes of heroes, like the first monkey shot into space. Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing. I tried not to think of the words "searing" or "flesh". Stop it! This is your pain, this is your burning hand. It's right here. I'm going to my cave to find my power animal. No! Don't deal with this the way those dead people do! Come on! - I get the point! Okay, please! - No! You're feeling premature enlightenment. It's the greatest moment of your life, man, and you're off somewhere missing it! I am not... Shut up! Our fathers were our models for God. If our fathers bailed, what does that tell you about God? Listen to me. You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen. We don't need him! - We don't! I agree! - Fuck damnation, fuck redemption. We are God's unwanted children? So be it! - I'm getting water! - Listen! You can use water and make it worse or... Look at me! - Or use vinegar to neutralize the burn. - Please let me have it, please! First, you have to give up. First, you have to know, not fear, know that someday, you're gonna die. You don't know how this feels! It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything. Okay. Congratulations. You're one step closer to hitting bottom. 

"Every time after that -- every time He came back to CHECK on me, it became a lot less about Me and a LOT more about HIM.

This ULTRAMAN started to just sit there.

Sometimes Not Talking.

But, Most of The Time?

Talking, so much Talking.

Dad, it was SO MUCH Talking.

By Our Very Nature, We are Rulers.

We have The Power.

It's OUR Obligation to Rule Over Idiots...

He would just sit there and Talk and Talk.

ALMOST like He had No Actual Real Friends.

Oh! And He was one of thee guys that would repeat A Story he told you only two days ago, because he forgot he told it to you, but when he repeated it he would CHANGE something so you KNOW 

He's always Kind of Lying.

You can't even Trust 

The Stupid Story.

He would tell me long stories about HIS Group of Super-People and HIS Lex Luthor and How Hard it Was to Be Him and How Bad His Life Was and How Everyone Was Always Challenging Him and How No-one Listens to Him or Really Respects Him Unless He is Killing Them.

And after a while, sometimes, he'd.... cry.

Sob. Blubber. It was soooo awkward.

And after He would cry, 

He would ALWAYS Get Angry 

and Always BLAME ME for it and Fly Off.

But if He cried, I knew I wasn't going to see Him again for a while.

At least there was that.

So, if I was EVER going to 

Make a Break for it.... 

It was gonna have to be after 

A Good Ultraman Cry.

It took me a while.

Maybe longer than I am Proud of.

Then again, I'm STILL not completely sure how long I was in there."

Do Not TOUCH The Glass, Do Not APPROACH The Glass

Dr. Chilton :

Senator Martin, 

Dr. Hannibal Lecter.

Sr. Martin :

Dr. Lecter.

I brought an affidavit

guaranteeing Your New Rights.

You'll want to read it before I sign.

Lecter :

……I won't waste your time or Catherine's time

bargaining for petty privileges.

Clarice Starling

and that awful Jack Crawford

have wasted far too much time already.

I only pray they haven't 

doomed the poor girl.

Let Me Help You Now,

and I Will Trust You 

when it is all over.

Sr. Martin :

You have My Word. Paul?

Lecter :

Buffalo Bill's real Name is 

Louis Friend.

I met him just once.

He was referred to me in 

April or May 1980

by My Patient Benjamin Raspail.

They were lovers, you see.

But Raspail had become very frightened.

Apparently, Louis had murdered A Transient

and done things with The Skin.

Paul :

We need his address

and a physical description.

Lecter :

Tell me, Senator,

Did You Nurse Catherine Yourself?

Sr. Martin :

What?

Lecter :

Did you breast-feed her?

Paul :

Wait a minute.

Sr. Martin :

Yes, I did.

Lecter :

Toughened your nipples, 

didn't it?

Paul :

You son of a bitch!

Lecter :

Amputate A Man's leg,

and he can still feel it tickling.

Tell me, Mom, 

when your little girl

is on The Slab, 

where will it tickle you?

Sr. Martin :

Take This Thing back to Baltimore.

Lecter :

Five-foot-ten, strongly built,

about 180 pounds.

Hair blond, eyes pale blue.

He'd be about 35 now.

He said he lived in Philadelphia

but may have lied.

That's all I can remember, Mom.

But if I think of any more,

I will let you know.

Oh, and, Senator, 

just one more thing.

LOVE Your Suit.

I graduated from UVA, Doctor.

It is not a Charm School.

Good. Then you should 

be able to remember 

The Rules.

Do Not TOUCH The Glass.

Do Not APPROACH The Glass.

You pass him nothing 

but soft paper.

No pencils or pens.

No staples or paper clips 

in his paper.

Use the sliding food carrier.

NO Exceptions.

If he attempts to pass you anything, DO NOT ACCEPT IT.

Do you Understand Me?

Evil

evil (adj.)

Old English yfel (Kentish evel) "bad, vicious, ill, wicked," from Proto-Germanic *ubilaz (source also of Old Saxon ubil, Old Frisian and Middle Dutch evel, Dutch euvel, Old High German ubil, German übel, Gothic ubils), from PIE *upelo-, from root *wap- "bad, evil" (source also of Hittite huwapp- "evil").

In Old English and other older Germanic languages other than Scandinavian, "this word is the most comprehensive adjectival expression of disapproval, dislike or disparagement" [OED]. 

Evil was the word the Anglo-Saxons used where we would use bad, cruel, unskillful, defective (adj.), or harm (n.), crime, misfortune, disease (n.). In Middle English, Bad took the wider range of senses and Evil began to focus on moral Badness. 

Both words have good as their opposite. 

Evil-favored (1520s) meant "ugly." 

Evilchild is attested as an English surname from 13c.

The adverb is Old English yfele, originally of words or speech. Also as a noun in Old English, "what is bad; sin, wickedness; anything that causes injury, morally or physically." Especially of a malady or disease from c. 1200. 

The meaning "extreme moral wickedness" was one of the senses of the Old English noun, but it did not become established as the main sense of the modern word until 18c.

As a noun, Middle English also had evilty. 

Related: Evilly. Evil eye (Latin oculus malus) was Old English eage yfel. The jocular notion of An Evil Twin as an excuse for regrettable deeds is by 1986, American English, from an old motif in mythology.

evil (n.)

"anything that causes injury, anything that harms or is likely to harm; a malady or disease; conduct contrary to standards of morals or righteousness," Old English yfel (see evil (adj.)).

Entries related to evil

bad, evildoer, ill

LECTER :

Oh, Clarice, 

Your Problem is that 

you need to get 

more Fun out of Life.

Clarice :

You were Telling me The Truth 

back in Baltimore, sir.

Please continue now.

I've read the case files. 

LECTER :

Have you?

Everything You Need to find him 

is right there in those pages.

Clarice :

Then Tell Me How.

LECTER :

First Principles, Clarice.

Simplicity.

Read Marcus Aurelius :

"Of each Particular Thing, ask, 

'What is it in Itself?'

‘What is its Nature?’

What Does He Do, 

This “Man” you seek?

Clarice :

He Kills Women.

LECTER :

NO, That is Incidental.

What is The First 

and Principal 

Thing He Does?

What NEEDS

Does He Serve 

by Killing?

Clarice :

Anger.

Um. . . Social Acceptance 

and, um, Sexual Frustration, sir.

LECTER :

No. He COVETS.

That is His Nature.

And how do We 

Begin to Covet,

 Clarice?

Do We seek out 

Things to Covet?

Make an Effort to Answer Now.

Clarice :

No. We just.... No. 

LECTER :

We begin by coveting 

What We See Every Day.

Don't you feel eyes moving over Your Body, Clarice?

And don't YOUR eyes seek out 

The Things You Want?

Clarice :

All right, yes. 

Now please tell me how.

LECTER :

NO.

It is Your Turn 

to Tell Me, Clarice.

You don't have 

any more vacations to sell.

Why did you leave that ranch?

Clarice :

Doctor, we don't have any more time for any of this now.

LECTER :

But we don't RECKON time The Same Way, 

do we, Clarice?

This is all the time you'll ever have.

Clarice :

Later. Now, please, Listen to Me.

We've only got five -

LECTER :

NO! I Will Listen NOW.

  EVIL AND GOD

 DR JOAD'S ARTICLE ON `GOD AND EVIL' LAST WEEK' SUGgests the interesting conclusion that since neither `mechanism' nor `emergent evolution' will hold water, we must choose in the long run between some Monotheistic Philosophy, like the Christian, and some such Dualism as that of the Zoroastrians. 

I agree with Dr Joad in rejecting mechanism and emergent evolution. Mechanism, like all materialist systems, breaks down at the problem of knowledge. If thought is the undesigned and irrelevant product of cerebral motions, what reason have we to trust it? As for emergent evolution, if anyone insists on using the word God to mean `whatever the universe happens to be going to do next', of course we cannot prevent him. But nobody would in fact so use it unless he had a secret belief that what is coming next will be an improvement. Such a belief, besides being unwarranted, presents peculiar difficulties to an emergent evolutionist. If things can improve, this means that there must be some absolute standard of good above and outside the cosmic process to which that process can approximate. There is no sense in talking of `becoming better' if better means simply `what we are becoming' - it is like congratulating yourself on reaching your destination and defining destination as `the place you have reached'. Mellontolatry, or the worship of the future, is a fuddled religion.We are left then to choose between monotheism and dualism - between a single, good, almighty source of being, and two equal, uncreated, antagonistic Powers, one good and the other bad. Dr Joad suggests that the latter view stands to gain from the `new urgency' of the fact of evil. But what new urgency? Evil may seem more urgent to us than it did to the Victorian philosophers - favoured members of the happiest class in the happiest country in the world at the world's happiest period. But it is no more urgent for us than for the great majority of monotheists all down the ages. The classic expositions of the doctrine that the world's miseries are compatible with its creation and guidance by a wholly good Being come from Boethius waiting in prison to be beaten to death and from St Augustine meditating on the sack of Rome. The present state of the world is normal; it was the last century that was the abnormality.This drives us to ask why so many generations rejected Dualism. Not, assuredly, because they were unfamiliar with suffering; and not because its obvious prima facie plausibility escaped them. It is more likely that they 'saw its two fatal difficulties, the one metaphysical, and the other moral.The metaphysical difficulty is this. The two Powers, the good and the evil, do not explain each other. Neither Ormuzd nor Ahriman can claim to be the Ultimate. More ultimate than either of them is the inexplicable fact of their being there together. Neither of them chose this tete-a-tete. Each of them, therefore, is conditioned - finds himself willy-nilly in a situation; and either that situation itself, or some unknown force which produced that situation, is the real Ultimate. Dualism has not yet reached the ground of being. You cannot accept two conditioned and mutually independent beings as the selfgrounded, self-comprehending Absolute. On the level of picture-thinking this difficulty is symbolised by our inability to think of Ormuzd and Ahriman without smuggling in the idea of a common space in which they can be together and thus confessing that we are not yet dealing with the source of the universe but only with two members contained in it. Dualism is a truncated metaphysic.The moral difficulty is that Dualism gives evil a positive, substantive, self-consistent nature, like that of good. If this were true, if Ahriman existed in his own right no less than Ormuzd, what could we mean by calling Ormuzd good except that we happened to prefer him. In what sense can the one party be said to be right and the other wrong? If evil has the same kind of reality as good, the same autonomy and completeness, our allegiance to good becomes the arbitrarily chosen loyalty of a partisan. A sound theory of value demands something different. It demands that good should be original and evil a mere perversion; that good should be the tree and evil the ivy; that good should be able to see all round evil (as when sane men understand lunacy) while evil cannot retaliate in kind; that good should be able to exist on its own while evil requires the good on which it is parasitic in order to continue its parasitic existence.The consequences of neglecting this are serious. It means believing that bad men like badness as such, in the same way in which good men like goodness. At first this denial of any common nature between us and our enemies seems gratifying. We call them fiends and feel that we need not forgive them. But, in reality, along with the power to forgive, we have lost the power to condemn. If a taste for cruelty and a taste for kindness were equally ultimate and basic, by what common standard could the one reprove the other? In reality, cruelty does not come from desiring evil as such, but from perverted sexuality, inordinate resentment, or lawless ambition and avarice. That is precisely why it can be judged and condemned from the standpoint of innocent sexuality, righteous anger, and ordinate acquisitiveness. The master can correct a boy's sums because they are blunders in arithmetic - in the same arithmetic which he does and does better. If they were not even attempts at arithmetic - if they were not in the arithmetical world at all - they could not be arithmetical mistakes.Good and evil, then, are not on all fours. Badness is not even bad in the same way in which goodness is good. Ormuzd and Ahriman cannot be equals. In the long run, Ormuzd must be original and Ahriman derivative. The first hazy idea of devil must, if we begin to think, be analysed into the more precise ideas of `fallen' and `rebel' angel. But only in the long run. Christianity can go much further with the Dualist than Dr Joad's article seems to suggest. There was never any question of tracing all evil to man; in fact, the New Testament has a good deal more to say about dark superhuman powers than about the fall of Adam. As far as this world is concerned, a Christian can share most of the Zoroastrian outlook; we all live between the `fell, incensed points'2 of Michael and Satan. The difference between the Christian and the Dualist is that the Christian thinks one stage further and sees that if Michael is really in the right and Satan really in the wrong this must mean that they stand in two different relations to somebody or something far further back, to the ultimate ground of reality itself. All this, of course, has been watered down in modern times by the theologians who are afraid of `mythology', but those who are prepared to reinstate Ormuzd and Ahriman are presumably not squeamish on that score.Dualism can be a manly creed. In the Norse form ('The giants will beat the gods in the end, but I am on the side of the gods') it is nobler by many degrees than most philosophies of the moment. But it is only a half-way house. Thinking along these lines you can avoid Monotheism, and remain a Dualist, only by refusing to follow your thoughts home. To revive Dualism would be a real step backwards and a bad omen (though not the worst possible) for civilization.


Human Weakness

…ah..!! You React..!

What’s going on behind those baby-blue eyes, hmm?

•Disgust•

[Dalek laboratory]

The Cosmic Hobo  : 

It took Courage to fight 

Maxtible's Turkish wrestler. 


DALEK : 

The Daleks are afraid of 

nothing and no-one. 


The Cosmic Hobo  :

But Jamie Saved The Turk's Life. 


DALEK : 

Human Weakness. 


The Cosmic Hobo  :

If he hadn't, he would have died in that room of yours. 

If you want 

The Human Factor, 

a part of it must include Mercy.

Lecter :
Good morning, Will. 

So nice of you to visit again. 

Will Graham :

He carved this on a tree near the Jacobi house. 

With a Buck knife. The same one later used on Charles Leeds. 

Lecter :

Yes. 

Take a Walk with me. 

Will Graham :

He had a second tool, too. 

A bolt cutter. 

He used that to clear his view. 

Lecter :

But? 

Will Graham :

I don't think that's what he brought it for. 

It's too heavy. 

Too awkward. 

And he had to carry it a long way. 

Lecter :

And what do we make of that symbol? 

Will Graham :

Asian Studies at Langley identified it 

as a Chinese character. 

It appears on a mah-jong piece. 

It marks The Red Dragon. 

Lecter :

Red Dragon. Correct. 

This boy begins to interest me. 

Will Graham :

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. 

Will Graham :

Perhaps if you could offer some insight into... 

Lecter :

"A Robin Red breast in a Cage 

Puts all Heaven in a Rage" 

Ever been a redbreast, Will? 

Of course you have. 

I'm allowed 30 minutes in here, once a week. 

Get to The Point. 

Will Graham :

I think 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 that's not like him. 

Lecter :

We mustn't judge too harshly, Will. 

It was his first time. 

Have you never felt a sudden rush of panic? 

•Lecter suddenly lunges at Will’s face, teeth beared,

 only to be snapped sharply backward by the limit on his human choke-chain leash•

Lecter :

Yeah, that's The Fear 

we talked about. 

It takes experience to master it. 

Lecter :

You sensed Who I Was 

back when I was committing 

what you call my "Crimes." 

Will Graham :

Yes. 

Lecter :

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.

Will Graham :

You could say that. 

Lecter :

But you're wiser now —

Imagine what you would do, Will, if you could go back in time. 

Will Graham :

Put two in your head before you could palm that stiletto. 

Lecter :

Very good, Will. 

You know, I believe we're 

Making Progress. 

And that's 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. 

Will Graham :

No. 

Lecter :

Why not? 

Will Graham :

It would be obscene. 

Lecter :

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?

Will Graham :

That's the end of our session, Doctor. 

Lecter :

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. 

My love to Molly and Josh, goodbye. 

Will Graham

“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.

Lecter :

Special Agent Graham.

What an unexpected pleasure.

Will Graham :

I'm sorry to bother you 

again, Dr. Lecter.

I know it's very late.

Lecter :

It's no bother.

We're both night owls, 

I think. Come in, please.

Will Graham :

Thank You.

Lecter :

Let me take your coat.

So, What's on Your Mind?

Will Graham :

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... *

( * oh, yeah — there’s gotta be just thousands and 

thousands of those  —

it’s rife. No demand, see.

Mortuaries closing down every other week lately, round these parts, the Death market is just completely flat.) 

Lecter :

From the precision of the cuts, yes,

and his choice of souvenirs.

See, that's where we're off-target.

He's not collecting body parts.

Lecter :

Then why keep them?

He's not keeping them. 

He's eating them.

No, listen —

We were at Molly's parents' 

for New Year's

and Molly's Dad was 

showing My Son, Josh

How to Carve a Roasted Chicken.

He said, 

"The tenderest part of the chicken is the oysters,

here 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.

Lecter :

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.

Lecter :

Yeah, it's fascinating —

You know, I'd always 

suspected as much.

You are an eidetiker.

I'm not psychic, Doctor.

Lecter :

No, this is different.

More akin to artistic imagination :

You are able assume 

The Emotional Point of View of Other People,

even those that might scare or sicken you.

It's 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.

Lecter :

Well, I am only human, Will.

Perhaps I made a mistake.

You don't strike me as a man

who makes very many mistakes.

Lecter :

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.

Lecter :

It'll 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.

Sound good?

Yeah.

Lecter :

Rest here, and 

I'll get your coat.

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.