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of the Leeds family.

-l'd like to see those.

-No.

-Why not?

-lt would be obscene.

You don't make it easy, do you?

Still, one aims to please.

l'll call you

if l think of anything else.

Would you perhaps like

to leave me your home number?

-That's the end of our session.

-For now.

lt 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.

Go to the back of the cell,

Dr. Lecter. Face the wall.

lf you turn around

before the lock snaps...

you'll get a dart.

- Understood?

-Yes.

You got ten minutes

to talk to your lawyer.

-Starting now.

-Thanks so much, Barney.

Hello, Dr. Lecter?

l have those documents

you requested me--

''Robes, Robespierre, Robin.

''Robin, call for....

Robin, fainting....

''Redbreast in a cage.'' 406.9.

''A robin redbreast in a cage

Puts all heaven in a rage''

Yes, that's it.

William Blake.

Auguries of lnnocence.

Think you got it?

Yeah, we should have.

We have some books

of Blake's paintings, too.

-Want to see them?

-Yeah. Thanks.

Psychology Department...

University of Chicago.

Dr. Bloom's office.

Hi. This is Bob Greer at Blaine

and Edwards Publishing.

Dr. Bloom asked me to send

The Psychiatrist and the Law...

to Will Graham.

His assistant was

supposed to give me...

the address and phone number,

but, darn it, she never did.

l'm just a temp.

Linda will be in on Monday.

l have to catch FedEx

in about five minutes.

l hate to bother Dr. Bloom

about it...

because he told Linda

to send it...

and l don't want

to get her into trouble.

lt's right there in the Rolodex,

or whatever.

l'll dance at your wedding

if you read it to me.

l don't know.

l'm really not supposed to.

Be a darling and flip

that old rascal...

l won't take up

any more of your time.

Graham, Will.

All right. Just a minute.

''Gibson, Gordon, Graham. ''

lt doesn't give a home address.

What does it have, dear?

''FBl, 935 Pennsylvania Avenue

Northwest, Washington, D.C. ''

-Yeah?

-And let's see.

Here it is.

''P.O. Box 3680,

Marathon, Florida. ''

-Marathon.

-Yes.

That's fine. You're an angel.

l'm Francis Dolarhyde.

l've come for

the package of infrared.

Right. Put your back

against the door and come...

forward three steps till

you feel tile under your feet.

And there's a stool

just on the left.

Same Mr. D who's head

of Tech Services, am l right?

l'm Reba McClane.

Just a second more

and l will get you some light.

Okay, here we go.

So, what do you need the lR for?

lt's for the zoo.

They want to photograph

the nocturnal animals.

That's great. l love animals.

l got to warn you, though.

This stuff is pretty sensitive.

lt can be mean to handle.

But l guess

l don't need to tell you that.

Hey, Reba. Oh, Mr. D. Whoa!

l'm not interrupting anything,

am l?

No, Ralph.

lt's starting to spritz outside.

l'll give you a lift home?

You ride a motorcycle.

How's that gonna help me

with the rain?

l thought maybe

we'd stop off someplace...

have ourselves

a little sundowner.

-l've already got a ride.

-lt's cool.

That's cool. No problemo.

lf there's anything l hate worse

than pity, it's fake pity.

Especially from a walking

hard-on like Ralph Mandy.

-Sorry.

-l have no pity.

Ride with me!

Thanks, but l take the bus

all the time.

Mandy is a fool. Ride with me...

for my pleasure.

You want to come in?

l'll fix us a drink.

-Maybe another time.

-l will come in.

When is the zoo project?

-Maybe next week. They'll call.

-l love zoos.

ln fact one of my earliest

memories is seeing a cougar...

when l was about five.

l didn't lose my sight

till l was seven. Diphtheria.

Could you hand me that knife?

l've always tried to hang on

to what that cougar looked like.

But by now, to tell the truth,

what l see in my head...

is probably not in the least bit

like a cougar.

lt's more like

a donkey or a goat.

You know, sometimes l'm not

so sure l really saw him.

Maybe he's just

something l dreamed up.

You okay?

You don't say much, do you?

No, l guess not.

Let's talk about something

and get it out of the way, okay?

l can hear that you've had...

some kind of soft palate repair.

But l understand you fine

because you speak very well.

lf you don't want to talk to me,

that's cool.

But l hope that you will,

because...

l know what it's like

to have people...

always thinking

that you're different.

That's good.

May l touch your face?

l want to know

if you're smiling or frowning.

l want to know whether l should

just shut up or not.

Take my word that l'm smiling.

l have to go.

lf l offended you,

l didn't mean to.

No.

F.B.l. Headquarters,

Washington, D.C.

l don't know

what they were like.

lt'd help if l could see

some of their personal effects.

Diaries, letters.

Do you have those things?

l sure do. l mean, other than...

one or two little keepsakes

Niles Jacobi got.

That would be Mr. Jacobi's

surviving son by his first wife?

Yes. As their executor, l keep

all that stuff in the office...

along with some of the smaller

valuables, till after probate.

But the Birmingham P.D.'s

been all through it.

Could you pack those things

and ship them up to me?

l hate to ask.

l know it's a pain in the ass.

Hell...

probate judge is

an old golfing buddy of mine.

Son, just tell me you're

gonna nail that son of a b*tch.

We're doing our best.

Hey, thanks, Mr. Metcalf.

A note hidden in Lecter's cell.

Sounds like a fan letter.

Might've been mailed

by the Tooth Fairy.

He wants Lecter's approval.

He's curious about you.

He's asking questions.

l've scrambled a chopper.

Does Lecter know

we have the note?

Not yet. lt was found in

a routine cleanup.

They don't open his mail?

Need a warrant.

X-rays only.

-Where's Lecter?

-The holding cage.

Can he see his cell?

No. But he's been there

almost half an hour.

He'll soon start to wonder

what's wrong.

We got to buy time, Jack.

-Dr. Chilton.

-Yes?

Call your building

superintendent...

or engineer,

whoever's in charge.

Tell him to pull the circuit

breakers on Lecter's hall.

Have the super walk down

the hall past the cell...

carrying tools.

He'll be in a hurry, pissed off,

too busy to answer questions.

And don't forget:

Don't touch the note, okay?

Graham's on his way.

Listen up! We've got a note

coming in on the fly...

possibly from the Tooth Fairy.

Number One Priority.

lt has to go back to

Lecter's cell within the hour...

unmarked.

We'll need Hair and Fiber,

Latent Prints, then Documents.

l'll walk it through myself.

Let's go, people!

My dear Dr. Lecter.:

l wanted to tell you...

l'm delighted...

that you've taken an interest in me.

And when l learned ofyour vast

correspondence, l thought.:

''Dare l?'' Of course l do.

l don't believe

you'll tell them who l am.

Besides, what particular body

l currently occupy is trivial.

The important thing is

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