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He has new Lecter information.|He'll only share it with you.

What do you mean,|only share it with me?

You want it, seize it.

We'd rather not.

I wasn't speaking to you,|Mr. Krendler.

When I speak to you,|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.

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 going to be happy.

I'm not happy.

Well, maybe you're|incapable of being happy.

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.

It changes everything.|It changes me.

I'm Cordell Doemling,|Mr. Verger's private physician.

How do you do?

If you'd be so kind|as to park down at the end.

One's eyes adjust|to the darkness.

Six to eight|versus an estimate of sixteen.

Dylan, they're saying sales|have slowed down.

Seems like|a recurring theme here.

Perhaps corporate spending|on a slowdown.

Mr. Verger,|Agent Starling is here.

Good morning, Mr. Verger.

-Was that a Mustang I heard?|-Yes, it was.

A five liter?

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.

By all means.

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...

deposing Mason R. Verger|on March 20, sworn and attested.

I want to tell you|about summer camp.

-It was a wonderful childhood--|-We can get to that later.

We can get to it now.

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 offenses.

It's all right.

I have immunity|from the U.S. Attorney...

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?

That is what I mean.

Yes, if you don't mind|talking about it.

-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.

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?"

And, wow...

once that kicked in,|I was flying.

He said, "Mason...

"show me how you smile...

"to gain the confidence|of a child."

When I smiled...

he said, "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."

I can still see it.

Try again.

No, I'm afraid not.

That's entertainment

It seemed like a good idea|at the time.

Mr. Verger,|you indicated to me...

that you'd received|some new information.

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?

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 dishonor.

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?

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.

This stuff's worth lots of money|in certain circles.

It's kind of like the cocaine|that disappears around here...

Little by little.

Let me go!

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.

When you turned Dr. Lecter over|to the Tennessee Police--

They weren't civil to him,|and they're all dead now.

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.

You ever think after he escaped|he might come after you?

He once told me|that whenever feasible...

he preferred to eat the rude.

"Free-range rude,"|he called them.

What about you? You ever think|he might come after you?

You ever think about him at all?

At least thirty 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"...

was sold to a private collector|for $16,000.

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 want to 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 Lecter.

These...are valuable.

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