The Silence of the Lambs Page #3
- R
- Year:
- 1991
- 118 min
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INT. ASYLUM CORRIDOR - UPPER FLOOR - DAY
Clarice flinches as a heavy steel gate CLANGS shut behind
her, the bolt shooting home. Chilton walks ahead of her.
CHILTON:
Lecter carved up nine people - that
we're sure of - and cooked his
favorite bits. We've tried to study
him, of course - but he's much too
sophisticated for the standard tests.
And my, does he hate us! Thinks I'm
his nemesis... Crawford's very clever,
isn't he? Using you.
CLARICE:
How do you mean, Dr. Chilton?
CHILTON:
A pretty young woman, to turn him
on? I don't believe Lecter's ever
seen a woman in eight years. And oh,
are you ever his "taste" - so to
speak.
CLARICE:
I graduated magna from UVA, Doctor.
It's not a charm school.
CHILTON:
Good. Then you should be able to
remember the rules.
CUT TO:
INT. DIFFERENT CORRIDOR - LOWER FLOOR - DAY
A darker, even grimmer area. Heavy grids over the lights.
Distant SLAMMINGS and faint, hoarse SHOUTS. They walk briskly.
CHILTON:
Do not reach through the bars, do
not touch the bars. You pass him
nothing but soft paper - no pens or
pencils. No staples or paperclips in
his paper. Use the sliding food
carrier, no exceptions. Do not accept
anything he attempts to hold out to
you. Do you understand me?
CLARICE:
I understand.
CHILTON:
I'm going to show you why we insist
on such precautions... On the
afternoon of July 8, 1981, he
complained of chest pains and was
taken to the dispensary. His
mouthpiece and restraints were removed
for an EKG. When the nurse bent over
him, he did this to her...
He hands Clarice a small, dog-eared photo. Looking at it,
she is stopped in her tracks. This pleases Chilton.
CHILTON:
The doctors managed to re-set her
jaw, more or less, and save one of
her eyes. His pulse never got over
eighty-five, even when he ate her
tongue.
(pauses, he smiles)
I keep him in here.
He turns, pushes a button. A steel door BUZZES slowly open,
and BARNEY - a big, impassive orderly - awaits them in an
anteroom. On its walls: restraints, mouthpieces, Mace,
tranquilizer guns.
CLARICE:
(quickly blocking him)
Dr. Chilton - if Lecter feels you're
his enemy - as you've said - then
maybe I'll have more luck by myself.
What do you think?
CHILTON:
(annoyed)
You might have suggested that in my
office, and saved me the time.
CLARICE:
But then I would've missed the
pleasure of your company.
She holds out the photo. A beat. He grabs it, jaw twitching.
CHILTON:
When she's finished, bring her out.
He turns on his heel, goes. Barney smiles reassuringly.
BARNEY:
Hi, I'm Barney. He told you, don't
get near the bars?
CLARICE:
(shaking his hand)
Clarice Starling. Yes, he did.
BARNEY:
Okay. Past the others, it's the last
cell. Stay to the middle. I put out
a chair for you.
Sensing her tension, he indicates a nearby security monitor.
BARNEY:
I'm watching. You'll do fine.
Clarice nods gratefully. She looks down the long corridor,
takes a deep breath, walks into it. He watches her go.
CUT TO:
INT. DR. LECTER'S CORRIDOR - DAY
MOVING SHOT - with Clarice, as her footsteps ECHO. High to
her right, surveillance cameras. On her left, cells. Some
are padded, with narrow observation slits, others are normal,
barred... Shadowy occupants pacing, MUTTERING... Suddenly a
dark figure in the next-to-last cell hurtles towards her,
his face mashing grotesquely against his bars as he hisses.
DARK FIGURE:
I c-can sssmell your c*nt!
Clarice flinches momentarily, but then walks on.
DR. LECTER'S CELL
is coming slowly INTO VIEW... Behind its barred front wall
is a second barrier of stout nylon net... Sparse, bolted-
down furniture, many softcover books and papers. On the walls,
extraordinarily detailed, skillful drawings, mostly European
cityscapes, in charcoal or crayon.
Clarice stops, at a polite distance from his bars, clears
her throat.
CLARICE:
Dr. Lecter... My name is Clarice
Starling. May I talk with you?
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