Hannibal Page #7

They hate you and they envy you.

They're weak and unruly|and believe in nothing.

Mason Verger|wants to kill you, Dr. Lecter.

Turn yourself in to me, and I|promise no one will hurt you.

Will you stay with me in|my prison cell and hold my hand?

We could have some fun.

No, Mason Verger|does not want to kill me...

any more|than I want to kill him.

He just wants to see me suffer|in some unimaginable way.

He is rather twisted, you know.

Have you had the pleasure|of meeting him?

I have.

Face to face, so to speak?

Attractive, isn't he?

Dr. Lecter?

OK, back to you.

I want to know what it is|you think you will do...

now that everything in the world|you've ever cared about...

has been taken away from you.

I don't know, Dr. Lecter.

Tell me, Clarice,|do you think you'll work...

as a chambermaid|at a motel on Route 66...

just like your mommy?

May I have your attention,|please?

Will Mrs. Clark meet|your arriving party at Gate D?

What are you thinking now?

Are you paying attention to me,|ex-Special Agent Starling?

Are you by any chance trying|to trace my whereabouts?

I'm being followed, Dr. Lecter.

I know. I've seen them.

And now you're in|a real dilemma, aren't you?

Do you continue to try|to find me...

knowing that you're|leading them to me?

Do you have so much faith|in your abilities, Clarice...

that you honestly believe you|could somehow simultaneously...

arrest me and them?

It could get very messy,|Clarice.

Like the fish market.

-What if I did it for you?|-Did what?

Harmed them, Clarice.|The ones who have harmed you.

What if I made them|scream apologies?

No, I shouldn't even say it,|because you'll feel...

with your perfect grasp|of right and wrong...

that you were somehow accompli.

Don't help me.

No. Of course not.

Forget I said it.

Piero.

Clarice,|you were very, very warm.

You were so close.

And now you're|getting colder again.

Yeah, warmer again.

I've been generous enough|with you and the clues.

You're on your own now,|Clarice.

Hope you like them, Clarice.|Ta-ta.

Va bene.

Go.

Vai! Vai!

Get out of the way!

I know the first thing|an hysteric says is...

"I am not an hysteric,"

But I am not an hysteric.|I'm calm.

I'll ask you one time.|Think before you answer.

Think about every good thing|you ever did.

Think about what you swore.

Two men in a van,|a third driving.

Another man down.|They put him in the back.

I think it was Lecter.

I've given you|the license plate.

I'm reporting it to you again|in front of witnesses.

All right.

I'll go with it as a kidnapping.

I'll send someone out|with the local authorities...

if he'll let us on the property|without a warrant.

I should go, too.|You could deputize me.

No. You're not going.

You're going home, where|you'll wait for me to call...

and tell you, what,|if anything, we found.

Thank Mr. Verger|for letting us look around.

Sorry if we inconvenienced him.

Not at all.|He's always happy to see you.

Phone.

What number, please?

Give me one.

-How is he?|-Sleeping.

Bring him home.

You've reached Clarice Starling.

Please leave a message.

Pick up, Starling.

There was nothing out there.

I'm gonna say it again in case|you didn't hear me before...

you are not a law officer|while you're on suspension.

You're Joe Blow.

I hope, for your sake,|you're in the bathroom.

Hylochoerus...

Meinertzhageni.

Ring any bells from|high school biology, Doctor?

Well, I could list its most|conspicuous features...

if that will help|jog the memory.

Three pairs of incisors...

one pair of elongated canines...

three pairs of molars...

four pairs of pre-molars,|upper and lower...

for a total of forty-four teeth.

The meal will begin|with an hors d'oeuvre tartare.

Your feet.

The main course--|the rest of you--

won't be served|until seven hours later.

But during that time...

you'll be able to enjoy...

the effects|of the consumed appetizer...

with a full-bodied saline drip.

I guess you wish now you'd...

you'd fed the rest of me|to the dogs.

No, Mason.

I much prefer you|the way you are.

So...

dinner at 8:
00.

You will stay for|the evening's entertainment...

won't you, Cordell?

If it's all right with you...

I think I'd rather not.

Rather not...

or will not?

Your little brother must smell|almost as bad as you do by now.

Hold it!|Hands where I can see them !

Quiet!

-Si.|-Vai!

What was that?

Cordell, quickly!

Down on your stomach!

Good evening, Clarice.|Just like old times.

Shut up.

-Can you walk?|-I can try.

You look well.

I'm gonna cut you loose.

If you touch me...|I will shoot you.

Understood.

Do right|and you'll live through this.

Spoken like a true Protestant.

Better hurry.

This might go faster|if you hand me the knife.

There was a third in the loft.

No, Clarice. Behind me.

Cordell, shoot him !

Get the gun and shoot him !

Go into the pen?

No. I'm staying out of this.

You're involved is what you are,|in all of it!

-Now do it!|-No!

Hey, Cordell!|Why don't you push him in?

You can always say it was me.

Yeah, Mary, it's me.|I decided to take off early.

I'll be at my lake house|all weekend.

I don't want any calls|forwarded, understand?

Whoever it is,|they can all wait, OK?

Mary, it's Fourth of July,|for Christ sakes.

Thank you.

What the f***?

Good. You brought the wine.

Oh, God!

One time I bet a friend...

I could hold a lit firecracker|in my hand...

Can I guess?

You lost the bet,|and he lost a finger.

Am I right?

This won't hurt a bit.

Are we expecting guests?

You see, dinner appeals|to taste and smell--

the oldest senses and closest|to the center of the mind.

They precede almost|every human emotion.

We've traced your call...

and units will be there|in about ten minutes.

If you can do it safely,|then just get out of the house.

Otherwise,|stay on the phone with me.

Ma'am?

Are you there?

...which fork to use.

You want to behave|in front of the other guests.

It's most important.

You might have to work on that.

You need to make sure|they feel welcome.

Are those shallots?

And caper berries.

That butter smells wonderful.

You feeling hungry, Paul?

Very.

What's the main course?

You should never ask.

It spoils the surprise.

Clarice, what are you doing up?

You should be resting.|Get back to bed.

I'm hungry.

Paul, don't be rude.

Say, "Hello, Agent Starling."

Hello, Agent Starling.

I always wanted|to watch you eat.

What have you got|in your hand, Clarice?

Something to bash me|over the head with?

Put it on the table.

Good girl.

That's mine.

Now, sit down.

Clarice...love the dress.

It's beautiful.

-What do you think, Paul?|-Nice.

Why don't you say grace, Paul?

Me?

-Grace?|-Sure.

Bow your head.

Father, we thank Thee|for Thy blessings...

and dedicate them to Thy mercy|we are about...to receive.

Forgive us all...

even white trash|like Starling here...

and bring her|into my service. Amen.

Now I have to tell you, Paul...

even the apostle Paul|couldn't have done better.

He hated women, too.

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