Red Dragon Page #8

No.

No, you can't have her!

Please don't let him have me.

You won't.

l'm for you.

You like me. l know you like me.

Take me with you.

Take you with me?

Yes. Put out your hand.

Feel this. That's a shotgun.

A 1 2-gauge magnum.

Do you know what it'll do?

l wish l could have trusted you.

l wanted to trust you.

You felt so good!

So did you.

-Please don't hurt me now.

-lt's all over for me.

-Where are you?

-l can't leave you to him.

Do you know what he'll do?

He'll bite you to death.

He'll hurt you so bad!

l can't let that happen.

-lt's better if you go with me.

-Yes, God, get us out of here!

-l'll shoot you and then myself.

-Oh, no.

-l have to shoot you.

-No....

l can't do it.

D!

Three steps to the clock.

From the clock to the door,

nine more.

Oh, God.

What is that?

What the hell is that?

That's the place.

Goddamn it!

All units,

that's his house that's burning.

FBl!

Francis Dolarhyde! Where is he?

He's in there. He is dead.

You know that?

He shot himself in the face.

l put my hand in it.

He set fire to the house.

He was on the floor, and l--

You all right?

That's all l need.

l'd like to come back

before l leave town.

-See how you're doing.

-Sure, why not?

Who could resist a charmer like me?

You know, whatever part of him

was still human...

was only kept alive

because of you.

You probably saved some lives.

You didn't draw a freak. Okay?

You drew a man

with a freak on his back.

l should have known.

No, sometimes you don't.

Trust me, l've been there.

Listen to me. There was

plenty wrong with Dolarhyde...

but there's nothing wrong

with you.

Except your hair.

Your hair is a train wreck.

Can we please

do something about that?

For next time, maybe? Please?

That would be nice.

-Thank you.

-Just get some rest.

You're gonna be fine.

Dr. Voss,

please call Pharmacy 4421.

We found this in his safe.

Thought you might

want to take the first look.

You've earned it.

When l read hisjournal,

it was sad.

lt was just so sad.

l couldn't help

feeling sorry for him.

He wasn't born a monster.

This guy was made one

through years of abuse.

-Hey.

-Hey, Dad, can we make s'mores?

-S'mores?

-Yeah, s'mores.

-Yeah, you're on.

-All right.

-Go look in the pantry.

-Okay.

Crawford.

Those remains you found

in the rubble.

-They're not Dolarhyde's.

-What are you talking about?

-His damn dentures were there.

-But not his bones.

Wrong DNA.

Then whose are they?

Saint Louis P.D.

is looking for...

a Chromalux employee

named Ralph Mandy.

He should be on vacation,

so nobody missed him for a week.

-What is taking him so long?

-Are you kidding?

lt takes him 20 minutes to get

out of bed in the morning.

Yeah, but now l have

a serious marshmallow jones.

Josh, what are you doing?

We can't come to the

phone. You know the deal.

Wait for the beep.

lt's Jack.

lt's Dolarhyde. He's still alive.

l'm scrambling everything

that rolls or flies...

but they'll take time to arrive.

Will?

Christ, Will, where are you?

Drop it. Do it now, gumshoe.

Your son is about to change.

Then your wife.

You can watch.

Then l'll take care of you.

Look at you.

l've never seen

a child as disgusting as you!

You pissed your pants?

How dare you!

You dirty little beast.

You want me to cut it off?

Want me to do that,

you little freak?

You want me to cut it off?

Do you? Don't cry at me,

you little f*ggot!

Apologize! Say, ''l'm sorry,

Daddy! l'm a dirty little beast.

''l'm a freak.'' Say it!

-No.

-Say it!

-Dad!

-Say it, or l will cut it off!

''l'm a dirty little beast.

''Freak! Harelip!

''And no one will ever love me. ''

Josh, run! Run!

Get down!

You okay?

-Josh?

-Mom?

Will?

Where are you guys?

l thought l heard

some kind of....

Will?

Molly, get down!

Will!

Shoot....

What?

Shoot him. Shoot him.

Mommy?

My dear Will.:

You must be healed by now.

On the outside, at least.

l 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 the past was real.

We live in a primitive time,

don't we, Will?

Neither savage nor wise.

Half measures

are the curse of it.

A rational society would either

kill me or put me to some use.

Do you dream much, Will?

l think of you often.

Your old friend,

Hannibal Lecter.

Hannibal?

There's someone here to see you.

Wants to ask a few questions.

l said you'd probably refuse.

A young woman.

Says she's from the FBl.

Though she's far too pretty,

if you ask me.

l'll tell her you said no.

What is her name?

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