The Making of 'The Silence of the Lambs' Page #6

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Keep breathin' in and out.

That's it. You're doing a good job.

You look real good.

Yeah, you look real good.

- You ready?

- Let's do it.

Let's go.

Looking good, Pembry. You're gonna

make it. You're doin' just fine.

I need that IV now!

Can we get the straps?

Where's the f***ing oxygen?

Stay with me. Stay with me here.

We're losin' him. Downstairs.

And up.

Elevator!

CP to Tate.

Roger, Lieutenant. Tate here.

I'm on the elevator

bringing Pembry down.

He seems to be hangin' on.

Top three floors secured.

Main stairwell secured.

We think he's on two.

Tate, are you still with me?

We're pretty sure he's somewhere on two,

sir. That's all for now. Over.

He's on the roof of the elevator.

OK, guys.

I see him.

There's a gun by his hand.

He's not moving.

- One warning:
we need him alive.

- Got it.

Lecter, put your hands on your head.

One in the leg.

No movement.

Johnny, hold your fire.

We're comin' into the car.

We're openin' the hatch.

Watch his hands.

If there's any fire, it'll come from us.

- Affirm.

- Got it.

Memphis General, medical unit 26.

We're inbound with a male police officer

with severe facial lacerations.

Weapon unknown. We've got grand mal

seizure activity but he's post-ictal now.

Vital signs are good.

Pressure is 130 over 90.

- 90?

- Yeah, that's right, 90. Pulse 84.

We got him on lactated Ringer's and

the patient is on ten litres of oxygen...

They found the ambulance in a parking

garage at the airport. Crew was dead.

He killed a tourist, too.

Got his clothes, cash.

- By now he could be anywhere.

- He won't come after me.

- Oh, really?

- He won't.

I can't explain it.

He would consider that rude.

- It's over. She's dead.

- It's not your fault it worked out like this.

The thing is that Lecter said everything

we need to catch him is in these pages.

Dr Lecter said a lot of things.

He's here, Ardelia.

Is this Lecter's handwriting?

"Clarice, doesn't this random scattering

of sites seem desperately random,

Like the elaboration of a bad liar?

Hannibal Lecter."

Desperately random?

What does he mean?

Not random at all, maybe.

Like there's some pattern here.

But there is no pattern

or the computers would have nailed it.

- They were even found in random order.

- Random because of the one girl.

- The one he weighted down.

- Fredrica Bimmel.

From Belvedere, Ohio.

First girl taken, third body found.

- Why?

- She didn't drift. He weighted her down.

What did Lecter say

about the first principles?

- Simplicity.

- What does this guy do? He covets.

How do we first start to covet?

- We covet what we see...

- Every day.

- Hot damn, Clarice.

- He knew her.

BELVEDERE, OHIO

- Mr Bimmel?

- That's me.

I'm Clarice Starling. I'm with the FBI.

I sure appreciate you letting me

take a look around, Mr Bimmel.

I don't know nothin' new to tell ya.

Police been back here

so many times already.

Fredrica went into Chicago

on the bus to see about a job.

She left the interview OK.

She never come home.

Her bedroom's how she left it.

Upstairs. Door to the left.

He's making himself a "woman suit",

Mr Crawford, out of real women.

He can sew, this guy. He's very skilled.

- He's a tailor or a dressmaker.

- Starling...

That's why they're so big. He has to

keep them alive so he can starve them,

- so that he can loosen their skin.

- Starling, we know who he is.

And where he is.

We're on our way right now.

- Where?

- Calumet City, edge of Chicago.

Be on the ground in 45 minutes.

That's great news, sir, but how...

Johns Hopkins came up with some

names. We fed 'em into Known Offenders.

Subject's name

is Jamie Gumb, a.k.a John Grant.

Lecter's description was accurate.

He just lied about the name.

Customs had some paper on him.

They stopped a carton two years ago

at LAX. Live caterpillars from Surinam.

The addressee was a Jame Gumb.

Chicago's only 400 miles from here.

I'll be there in...

No, Starling. There's not enough time.

We want him for murder, not kidnapping.

I need you to link him to the Bimmel girl.

See what you can dredge up in Belvedere.

Yes, sir, you bet. I'll do my best.

Starling, we wouldn't

have found him without you.

Nobody's gonna forget that.

Least of all me.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you very much, Mr Crawford.

Mr Crawford?

Thanks for the scraps, a**hole.

I got a better idea.

OK, Precious. Time for a little treat.

Precious!

Come on, girl!

Come on, Precious.

Come on, Precious!

I got a yummy snack for ya!

Come on. Come and get it.

Precious!

Are you up there, you little sh*t?

Come and get it, pretty girl.

Precious, please come. Come on.

Would you f*** me?

Come on. Take that bone.

I'd f*** me.

Come on.

I'd f*** me hard.

I'd f*** me so hard.

No.

AIR NATIONAL GUARD HQ

CHICAGO, IL

Is that a good job, FBI agent?

You get to travel around and stuff?

I mean, better places than this?

Sometimes you do.

Freddie was so happy for me

when I got this job at the bank.

Toaster giveaways and Barry Manilow

on the speakers all day.

She thought it was such hot sh*t.

What did she know? Big dummy.

Stacy, did Fredrica ever mention a man

named Jamie Gumb or a Jame Gumb?

- How about John Grant?

- No.

Would she have had a friend

you didn't know about?

If she had a guy,

I'd have known, believe me.

- Sewing was her life.

- Did you two ever work together?

Sure. Me and Pam Malavesi used to help

her do alterations for old Mrs Lippman.

Can you give me Mrs Lippman's address?

I need to talk to her.

CALUMET CITY, IL

So powerful. So beautiful.

Precious?

- Precious?

- She's down here, you sack of sh*t!

- Put her in that bucket.

- Get me a telephone and lower it down.

Poodlie-poo. Precious.

- Darling heart, are you all right?

- She's in a lot of pain. She needs a vet.

She broke her leg

on the way down. I know it.

- Don't you hurt my dog!

- Don't you make me hurt your dog!

You don't know what pain is!

- Oh, f***!

- You better be gettin' me that telephone!

I'm gonna do it, mister!

All right, mister! I'm doin' it!

OK, I'm coming.

We're goin' in.

Good afternoon. Sorry to bother you.

I'm looking for Mrs Lippman's family.

FBI! Everybody down!

No, Lippmans don't live here any more.

Excuse me.

I really need to speak with you.

Clear!

What's the problem, officer?

I'm investigating the death

of Fredrica Bimmel.

There's no one here, Jack.

Clarice.

- Your name is?

- Jack Gordon.

Mr Gordon. Good. Well, Fredrica used to

work for Mrs Lippman. Did you know her?

No. Uh-uh.

Oh, wait.

Was she a great, big, fat person?

- She was a big girl, sir.

- Yeah, I may have...

No, I read about her in the newspaper.

Mrs Lippman had a son.

Maybe he could help you.

I got his card here someplace.

Come in while I look for it.

- May I?

- Yeah, sure.

Are you close to catchin'

somebody, you think?

Yes. We may be.

Did you take over this place

after Mrs Lippman died, is that right?

Yeah, I bought this house two years ago.

Did she leave any records?

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