Hannibal Page #4

It'll be short.

I need opera tickets.

I don't think I got any on me.

It's sold out,|whatever it's called.

It's the pretty, young wife|with the ever-open beak...

who needs opera tickets.

Benetti.

What?

Rewind it.

I can't rewind it.

I'm making a copy.|I'm recording.

What is this?

Camera from a perfume shop|on Via Della Scala.

FBI through Interpol|requested a copy.

-Why?|-They didn't say.

They didn't say?

No. It was actually|kind of weird...

Like they were making|a point not to say.

Are we going to the opera?

Sorry.

Yes, we are going.

You got tickets.

No, but I will.

In fact,|I was just about to look here.

Please not the back row.

I would like to see it|this time.

Nowhere near the back row.

No matter what the cost.

Tell me, Clarice,|would you want to harm those...

who've forced you|to consider it, though?

It's perfectly OK to feel this.

It's perfectly au naturel|to want to taste the enemy.

It just feels so good.|Tell me, Clarice...

what is your worst memory|of childhood?

-Jesus, Starling!|-Can I help you, Mr. Krendler?

What you doing|sitting in the dark?

Thinking about cannibalism.

People in Justice|are thinking, too.

You know that?

They're thinking, "What exactly|is she doing about Lecter?"

Aren't you curious|why he dines on his victims?

And what's the point of that?

Are you writing a book|or you catching a crook?

To show his contempt|for those who exasperate him.

Or sometimes to perform|a public service.

In the case of the flutist,|Benjamin Raspail...

he did it|to improve the sound...

of the Baltimore|Philharmonic Orchestra...

serving the not-so-talented|flute player's sweetbreads...

to the Board...

with a nice Montrachet|at $700 a bottle.

That meal began|with green oysters...

from the Gironde...

followed by the sweetbreads...

a sorbet...

and then you can read here|in "Gourmet Cuisine":

"A notable dark|and glossy ragout...

"the constituents|never determined."

I always figured him|for a queer.

Why would you say that, Paul?

Well,|all this artsy-fartsy stuff.

Chamber music, tea party food.

Not that I mean|anything personal...

if you've got a lot of sympathy|for those people.

What I came here to impress|upon you, Starling...

is I better see cooperation.

There are|no little fiefdoms here.

I want to be copied|on every 3-0-2, understand?

If you work with me...

then your so-called career here|might improve.

If you don't,|then all I have to do...

is draw a line through your name|rather than under it...

and it's over.

Paul, what is it with you?

I told you to go home|to your wife. That was wrong?

Don't flatter yourself,|Starling.

That was a long time ago.

Why would I hold that|against you?

And besides, this town is full|of corn-pone country p*ssy.

That said, I wouldn't mind|having a go with you now...

if you want to reconsider.

In the gym, anytime.

No pads.

Is it possible it went out|with the regular mail?

No, I overnighted it to you.|I filled out the slip myself.

This was the day|after your request.

I did it right away.

I don't understand|what happened.

You should have it by now.

I don't.|Can you send me another one?

Sure. I will make another copy|especially for you...

Agent...Clarice?

Is that right?|Can I call you Clarice?

Agent Starling.

I'd appreciate it.

What's your name?

My name is Franco Benetti.|Agent Franco Benetti.

Thank you very much,|Agent Benetti.

-I'll send you tomorrow?|-All right.

Nothin', huh?

Nothin' yet.

Still waitin' on|Florence and London.

The number you have dialed|is not in service at this time.

Please check the numb--

I have information|about Hannibal Lecter.

Have you shared your information|with the police, sir?

I'm required to encourage you|to do so.

Is the reward payable|under special circumstances?

May I suggest|you contact an attorney...

before taking|any possibly illegal action?

There's one in Geneva who is|excellent in these matters.

May I give you|his toll-free number?

The number is|0-0-4-1-2-3-3-1-7.

Thank you for calling.

I was just speaking|with someone--

There's a $100,000 advance.

To qualify for the advance...

a fingerprint must be provided,|in situ, on an object.

Once the print has been|positively identified...

the balance of the money|will be placed in escrow...

at Geneve Credit Suisse...

and may be viewed at any time...

subject to 24-hour|prior notification.

To repeat the message|in French, press two.

In Spanish, press three.

In German--

Buon giorno.

Dr. Fell? It's Inspector Pazzi.

Yes, I can see you.

Come on up.

Snap.

I should have encouraged you|to bring someone along.

The cases, I'm afraid,|are on the heavy side.

Maybe you could|help me with them.

Just down the stairs, I mean.

Yeah. This way.

Here we are.

Is that the inventory?

May I see it?

Of course.

You are a Pazzi of the...

Pazzi family, I think.

Wasn't it at the Palazzo Vecchio|your ancestor was hanged?

Francesco de Pazzi?

Yes, thrown naked...

with a noose around his neck|from a window...

writhing and kicking|alongside the archbishop...

against the cold stone wall.

In fact, I found a very nice|rendering of it here in the...

Library the other day.

If you like, perhaps I could...

sneak it out for you.

I would think that might|jeopardize your chances...

for permanent appointment|to the curatorship.

Only if you told.

Remind me, what was his crime?

He was accused of killing|Giuliano de Medici.

Unjustly?

No. I don't think so.

Then he wasn't just accused.|He did it, he was guilty.

I think that would make|living in Florence...

with the name Pazzi|uncomfortable...

even 500 years later.

Not really.

In fact, I can't remember|the last time...

before today...|someone brought it up.

People don't always tell you|what they're thinking.

They just see to it you don't...

advance in life.

I'm sorry, Commendatore.

I too often say|what I'm thinking.

I'll be right back to help you.

The room you're standing in|was built in the 15th Century.

It's beautiful.

Yes, it is.

Unfortunately I think|the heating system...

was installed|about the same time.

That's a pity.

Okey-dokey,|let's drag these down.

They must be as heavy as bodies.

And the set?

Eight thousand.

-How much is this?|-50,000.

I'll take it.

Scusi, signor.

Well done.

Gnocco.

When you go for his wallet,|he'll catch you by the wrist.

I have done this a few times,|Inspector.

Not like this.

If there isn't a clean print|on the bracelet...

you'll spend the summer|in a cell at the Collicciano.

Give me the bracelet.

Wash your f***ing hands.

He's coming.

Grazie.

I got it.

He grabbed me just right.

Tried to hit me in the balls.

But he missed.

Let me help you.

No. Don't.

Sixteen point match, Mr. Verger.

Bingo.

Pronto.

Carlo?

Mason?

Ciao, bello. Come stai?

Very well. Well.

Am I coming to see you?

Yes. Soon, I hope.

But...

first, I need you|to pack off the boys.

-Now?|-Yes, I know.

The day you never thought|would arrive has.

Cordell will fax|the veterinary forms...

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