The Making of 'The Silence of the Lambs' Page #2

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desperately to shed: pure West Virginia.

What is your father, dear? Is he

a coal miner? Does he stink of the lamp?

How quickly the boys found you.

All those tedious, sticky fumblings

in the back seats of cars,

while you could only dream of

getting out, getting anywhere,

getting all the way to the FBI.

You see a lot, Doctor.

But are you strong enough to point

that high-powered perception at yourself?

What about it? Why don't you look at

yourself and write down what you see?

Or maybe you're afraid to.

A census taker once tried to test me.

I ate his liver with some fava beans

and a nice Chianti.

You fly back to school now, little Starling.

Fly, fly, fly.

I bit my wrist so I can die.

Look at the blood!

- Got ya!

- Miggs, you stupid f***!

- I'm gonna kill him!

- Agent Starling! Come back!

Agent Starling! Agent Starling!

I would not have had that happen to you.

- Discourtesy is unspeakably ugly.

- Then do this test.

No, but I'll give you a chance

for what you love most.

- And what is that?

- Advancement. Listen carefully.

Look deep within yourself,

Clarice Starling.

Go seek out Miss Mofet,

an old patient of mine. M-O-F-E-T.

I don't think Miggs could manage again

so soon, even though he is crazy. Go!

Hey, Bill.

- Daddy!

- Hey, Clarice.

- Did you get any bad guys today, Daddy?

- No, angel. They all got away today.

FBI. Hands up. Don't move.

Turn around.

Hands behind your back. Thumbs up.

You're dead, Starling.

Johnson, good entry, good command.

Starling, where's your danger area?

- The corner.

- Did you check?

- No.

- That's why you're dead.

to enter or exit.

Rule 404.

- Clarice, phone. It's the guru.

- Crawford? Thanks, Ardelia.

- Starling?

- Sir?

Miggs is dead.

Dead?

How?

They heard Lecter whispering to him

all afternoon and Miggs crying.

They found him at bed check.

He'd swallowed his own tongue.

- Starling?

- Yeah. I'm still here, sir.

I just... I don't know how to feel about this.

You don't have to feel any way about it.

Lecter did it to amuse himself.

Look, I know it got ugly today, but

you mentioned a name at the end: Mofet.

Any follow-up on her?

Lecter altered or destroyed

most of his patients" histories,

so there's no record

of anyone named Mofet, but

I thought the "yourself" reference

was too hokey for Lecter,

so I figured he's from Baltimore

and I looked in the phone book

and there's a "Your Self" storage facility

right outside of downtown Baltimore, sir.

Unit 31 was leased for ten years,

pre-paid in full.

The contract is in the name

of a Miss Hester Mofet.

So nobody's been in here since 1980?

Not to my knowledge.

Privacy is a great concern

to my customers.

Yes. I won't disturb anything, I promise.

I'll be outta here before you know it.

- May I help you?

- Yes, actually.

- It's stuck.

- We could return tomorrow with my son.

What about him?

I would ask my driver to help you,

but he detests physical labor.

Right. Well, you just stay here.

I'll be back in one minute.

It's stuck. Hand me that flashlight, sir.

If this door should fall down

or anything else,

this is the number for

our Baltimore field office.

Now they know that you're with me.

Call them if anything should happen.

Yes, Miss Starling.

Clarice. They're waiting for you.

Watch your step.

Hester Mofet. It's an anagram,

isn't it, Doctor?

Hester Mofet. "The rest of me."

"Miss the rest of me."

Meaning that you rented that garage?

- Thank you.

- Your bleeding has stopped.

How did you...?

It's nothing. It was just a scratch.

Dr Lecter, whose head is in that bottle?

Why don't you ask me about Buffalo Bill?

- Do you know something about him?

- I might if I saw the case file.

- You could get that for me.

- Why don't we talk about Miss Mofet?

You wanted me to find him.

His real name is Benjamin Raspail,

a former patient of mine,

whose romantic attachments ran to,

shall we say, the ex otic.

I did not kill him, merely tucked him

away very much as I found him,

after he'd missed three appointments.

- If you didn't kill him, then who did, sir?

- Who can say? Best thing for him, really.

His therapy was going nowhere.

His dress, make-up...

- Raspail was a transvestite?

- In life? Oh, no.

Garden-variety manic-depressive.

Tedious, very tedious.

I now just think of him

as a kind of experiment.

A fledgling killer's

first effort at transformation.

How did you feel

when you saw him, Clarice?

Scared at first, then exhilarated.

Jack Crawford is helping your career.

Apparently he likes you and you like him.

I never thought about it.

Do you think Jack Crawford

wants you, sexually?

True, he is much older, but do you think

he visualizes scenarios, ex changes,

f***ing you?

That doesn't interest me and, frankly,

it's the sort of thing that Miggs would say.

Not any more.

Thank you, Barney.

What happened to your drawings?

Punishment, you see, for Miggs.

Just like that gospel program.

When you leave,

they'll turn the volume way up.

Dr Chilton does enjoy his petty torments.

What did you mean

by "transformation", Doctor?

I've been in this room

for eight years now, Clarice.

I know they will never ever

let me out while I'm alive.

What I want is a view.

I want a window where I can

see a tree, or even water.

I want to be in a federal institution

far away from Dr Chilton.

What did you mean by "fledgling killer"?

Are you saying that he's killed again?

I'm offering you a psychological profile of

Buffalo Bill, based on the case evidence.

I'll help you catch him, Clarice.

You know who he is, don't you?

Tell me who decapitated

your patient, Doctor.

All good things to those who wait.

I've waited, Clarice, but how long

can you and old Jackie Boy wait?

Our little Billy must already be

searching for that next special lady.

MEMPHIS, TN

Hey, little cheeper.

I'll be right there.

Can I help you with that?

- Would you?

- Sure.

- Thank you.

- You look kinda handicapped.

Yeah. I got it this far. I just can't

get it up in the truck by myself.

- Here. Grab this.

- OK.

Just set it down. That's good.

Get in the truck.

I wanna push it all the way up.

I really appreciate this.

Thank you. Thank you.

Push it all the way back.

- Is this good?

- Yeah.

- That's great.

- OK.

Say, are you about a size 14?

Sorry?

Good.

Oh, good.

Good.

Starling!

Outside. Let's go.

Cindy. In the ring for Starling. Let's go.

FBI!

Pack your field gear.

You're going with Crawford.

- Where?

- They found a girl's body.

Been in the water a week.

It's a Buffalo Bill situation.

CLAY COUNTY, W VA

He keeps them alive for three days.

We don't know why.

No evidence of rape

or physical abuse prior to death.

All the mutilation

you see there is postmortem.

OK, three days. Then he shoots them,

skins them and dumps them,

each body in a different river.

The water leaves us

no trace evidence of any kind.

That's Fredrica Bimmel, the first one.

Her body was the only one

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