The Silence of the Lambs Page #2
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- 1991
- 118 min
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CRAWFORD:
Your instructors tell me you're doing
well. Top quarter of the class.
CLARICE:
I hope so. They haven't posted
anything.
CRAWFORD:
A job's come up and I thought about
you. Not really a job, more of - an
interesting errand. Walk me to my
car, Starling.
They begin to cross the academy grounds. A group of trainees
jogs by, in matching sweats, following a p.e. coach.
CRAWFORD:
We're trying to interview all of the
serial killers now in custody, for a
psychobehavioral profile. Could be a
big help in unsolved cases. Most of
them have been happy to talk to us.
They have a compulsion to boast,
these people... Do you spook easily,
Starling?
CLARICE:
Not yet.
CRAWFORD:
You see, the one we want most refuses
to cooperate. I want you to go after
him again today, in the asylum.
CLARICE:
Who's the subject?
CRAWFORD:
The psychiatrist - Dr. Hannibal
Lecter.
Clarice stops walking, goes very still. A beat.
CLARICE:
The cannibal...
Crawford doesn't respond, except to study her face.
CLARICE:
Yes, well... Okay, right. I'm glad
for the chance, sir, but - why me?
CRAWFORD:
You're qualified and available. And
frankly, I can't spare a real agent
right now.
He walks on again, at a faster clip. She hurried to keep up.
CRAWFORD:
I don't expect him to talk to you,
but I have to be able to say we
tried... Lecter was a brilliant
psychiatrist, and he knows all the
dodges.
(hands her the manila
envelope)
Dossier on him, copy of our
questionnaire, special ID for you...
If he won't talk, then I want straight
reporting. How's he look, how's his
cell look, what's he writing? The
Director himself will see your report,
over your own signature - if I decide
it's good enough. I want that by
0800 Wednesday, and keep this to
yourself.
They're reached his car. His driver stamps on a cigarette,
climbs in behind the wheel. BURROUGHS, his assistant, says
something into a walkie-talkie, then opens the back door.
But Crawford pulls her aside, a hand on her shoulder. His
intensity is scary.
CRAWFORD:
Now. I want your full attention,
Starling. Are you listening to me?
CLARICE:
Yes sir.
CRAWFORD:
Be very careful with Hannibal Lecter.
Dr. Chilton at the asylum will go
over the physical procedures used
with him. Do not deviate from them,
for any reason. You tell him nothing
personal, Starling. Believe me, you
don't want Hannibal Lecter inside
your head... Just do your job, but
never forget what he is.
CLARICE:
(a bit unnerved)
And what is that, sir?
CHILTON (V.O.)
Oh, he's a monster. A pure
psychopath...
CUT TO:
INT. CHILTON'S OFFICE - BALTIMORE STATE HOSPITAL FOR THE
CRIMINALLY INSANE - DAY
CLOSE ON an ID card held in a male hand. Clarice's photo,
official-looking graphics. It calls her a "Federal
Investigator."
CHILTON (O.S.)
It's so rare to capture one alive.
From a research point of view, Dr.
Lecter is our most prized asset...
DR. FREDERICK CHILTON looks up from her card. A smarmy little
peacock, behind a vast desk; he's conceived an instant,
hopeless letch for Clarice. He smiles, stroking her card
with his beloved gold pen.
CHILTON:
You know, we get a lot of detectives
here, but I must say, I can't ever
remember one so attractive...
now wearing a more feminine skirt suit. Hair neatly coiled,
elegant shoulder bag, briefcase. He has rudely left her
standing.
CHILTON:
Will you be in Baltimore overnight...?
Because this can be quite a fun town,
if you have the right guide.
Clarice tries, unsuccessfully, to hide her distaste for him.
CLARICE:
I'm sure it's a great town, Dr.
Chilton, but my instructions are to
talk to Lecter and report back this
afternoon.
CHILTON:
(pause, sourly)
I see.
(beat)
Let's make this quick, then. I'm
busy.
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