All language subtitles for Red Dragon (2002) RM4K (1080p BluRay x265 10bit Tigole)

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- "Think to yourself fhaf
every day ís your Iast,

the hour to which you d0 n0t l0ok f0rward

will come as a welcome surprise.

As for me,

when y0u want a g00d laugh ,

y0u will find me, in a fine state

fat and sleek,

a true hog of Epicurus' herd ."

(all laughing)

- And we find you cribbing
lines from Horace, as well.

(man laughing)

- Well done, John .

- I must say, Hannibal ,

speaking for the rest 0f the herd ,

(all laughing)

L'm sorry, for the Symph0ny B0ard ,

that these little soirees of y0urs,

are always the highlight of 0ur year.

(all chattering)

- You're too kind .

- I do feel guilty enjoying
such a I0vely evening

when one 0f our musicians is

still listed as a missing person.

- Yes, poor fellow.

- Shall I c0nfess something wicked?

I can't help feeling the
tiniest bit, well , relieved.

It sounds awful , l know.

But, let's face it, s0
d0es the man's playing .

(all chuckling)

- Hannibal , confess.

What is this divine-lo0king amuse-b0uche?

- If l tell you,

l'm afraid you won't even try it.

(all laughing)

B0n appétit.
- Bon appėtit.

- [Woman] Mmm.

(doorbell rings)

- Special Agent Graham .

What an unexpected pleasure.

- L'm sorry to bother
you again, Dr. Lecter.

I kn0w it's very late.

- It's no bother.

We're both night 0wls, I think.

Come in, please.
- Thank you .

- Let me take y0ur c0at.

S0, what's on your mind?

- We've been 0n the wr0ng
track this whole time, Doctor.

You and I .

Our whole profile's wr0ng .

We've been looking for
some0ne with a crazy grudge,

and s0me kind 0f anatomical kn0wledge.

Decertified doctors, med school dropouts,

laid-off mortuary workers-

- From the precisi0n 0f the cuts, yes,

and his choice of souvenirs.

- See, that's where we're off-target.

He's n0t c0llecting b0dy parts.

- Then why keep them?

- He's not keeping them.

He's eating them.

No, listen .

We were at M0lly's
parents' for New Year's,

and M0lly's dad was showing my son, Josh,

how to carve a roasted chicken .

He said , "The tenderest
part of the chicken

is the oysters here on
either side of the back."

I had never heard that
expression before, "0ysters."

Then suddenly l had a
flash of the third victim,

Darcy Taylor.

She was missing flesh from her back.

And then it hit me.

Liver, kidney, tongue, thymus.

Every single victim lost some
body part used in cooking.

- Have y0u shared this with the Bureau?

- N0, l needed to see you first.

But l'm right.

I know l'm right.

L'm starting to be able
to think Iike this one.

- Yeah, it's fascinating.

You kn0w, l'd always suspected as much.

You are an eidetiker.

- L'm n0t psychic, D0ct0r.

- No, no, no, this is different.

M0re akin t0 artistic imaginati0n .

You're able to assume the
emotional point of view

of other people even th0se
that might scare or sicken y0u .

It's a troubling gift, l should think.

H0w l'd love to get you on my couch .

- S0mething still
doesn't make sense to me.

You're the best f0rensic
psychiatrist l know,

and s0mehow, in all our time together,

this p0ssibility never occurred to you.

- I am 0nly human , Will .

Perhaps l made a mistake.

- You don't strike me as a man
who makes very many mistakes.

- N0w l'm sorry to think that I might

no l0nger enj0y your full confidence.

- N0, no, l , l didn't say that.

I didn't...

I don't know what l'm saying.

L'm very, very tired .

I almost had it.

- It'll come to y0u .

L00k, why d0n't you come
back in the morning?

I'll clear s0me time 0n my schedule and

then we can get started
in revising 0ur profile.

S0und good?

- Yeah .

- Rest here, and l'll get y0ur c0at.

Won't be a tick.

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(Will grunting)

(Hannibal hisses)

Don't move.

(Will groaning)

Y0u're in shock now.

I d0n't want y0u t0 feel any pain.

In a m0ment y0u'll begin
t0 be light-headed.

Then drowsy.

Don't resist.

It's so gentle.

Like slipping into a warm bath .

(Will gasps in pain)
(glass shattering)

I regret it came to this, Will .

But every game must have its ending .

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Remarkable boy.

I do admire y0ur courage.

(Will grunting)

I think l'Il eat your heart.

(Hannibal gasps)

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(Will groaning)

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(seagulls crying)

- Hey, Dad .

Some0ne's here.

- Hey.

- [Crawf0rd] You've got a
beautiful setup here, Will.

- [Will] Yeah , it's g00d .

- You kn0w why l'm here?

- Yeah , l can guess.

- H0w much do you know?

Just what was in the Miami
Herald and the Times.

Two families killed a
month apart in their homes.

Birmingham and Atlanta.

The circumstances were similar.

- Not similar.

The same.

- What have y0u kept out 0f the papers?

- He smashes mirrors and uses the pieces.

Wears latex gloves, s0
we've g0t no prints.

Size 11 shoe.

He's not too comfortable with locks.

Pried 0pen a patio d00r in Birmingham,

used a glass cutter in Atlanta.

Oh, and his blood's AB positive.

- S0mebody hurt him?

- Nope.

We typed him from semen and saliva.

He's a secretor.

Tell me something , Will .

You knew what this was.

Did y0u ever consider picking up the phone

and maybe giving me a call?

- Y0u've g0t all the people y0u need.

Y0u've g0t Dortmund up at Harvard .

Y0u g0t BIoom in Chicag0.

- Right, l've got y0u down here
fixing fucking b0at motors?

- Yeah , l like fixing boat m0t0rs.

I wouldn't be very useful to you anyway.

I don't think about this stuff anymore.

- Really?

The last two we had, you caught.

- Yeah, by doing the same things

that you the other guys are d0ing .

- That's not entirely true.

It's the way y0u think.

- Come 0n .

There's been a I0t of bullshit
about the way l think.

- L've got technicians
that can examine evidence,

but you've got that other thing .

I magination .

Projecti0n .

Whatever.

I kn0w y0u don't Iike that part of it.

- Yeah, you wouldn't like it, either.

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- This freak killed the
Jacobis in Birmingham,

0n Saturday night, February 25th .

Full moon .

He killed the Leeds family in Atlanta

a few nights ag0, March 28.

That's one day short of a lunar m0nth .

So if we're lucky, we may have
a little over three weeks,

before he does it again.

Will, do you respect my judgment?

- Yeah , of course.

- I think we have a better
chance to catch him fast

if you help.

Go to Atlanta and look.

Just I00k.

Then help me brief the locals.

That's it.

- [Molly] Crawf0rd has
the whole damn government.

Why does he need you?

- He just wants me to l0ok
at some evidence, Molly.

Give him another point of view.

You kn0w, it's a few days,

a week maybe, and I'll be right back.

- And you believed that?

- Yes.

These kinds 0f cases
come along very rarely,

and l've had experience.

- Yes, you have.

You're paid up, Will.

All of us.

Even Josh .

- There's a chance l c0uld
help them save some lives.

H0w d0 l say no to that?

This one will never
see me or kn0w my name.

I'll just help them find him.

The cops will take him down, not me.

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L'll be in the back of the
pack, Molly, l promise.

- Never in your Iife. (sc0ffing)

I kn0w you.

- Come 0n .

Come here.

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I love you.

See y0u in a few days.

- Okay.

- [Will] l'll call you tonight.

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(engine rumbling)

- [Josh] Bye, Dad !

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- Where's the d0g?

No one heard barking .

There's n0thing about it in the case file.

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The intruder enters in the dark

and cuts Charles Leeds' throat.

He shoots Valerie Leeds in
the st0mach as she's rising,

disabling her but not killing her.

He leaves her to watch her husband die,

then turns and g0es down the hall .

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The children were...

The children were still in
their beds when they were shot,

which might indicate
that he used a silencer.

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He dragged the bodies
into the master bedroom,

but why bother?

They were already dead and
none of them got the same

extra attention as Mrs. Leeds.

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(water running)

Small pieces of mirror were inserted

in the orbital sockets 0f the victims.

This occurred post-mortem.

Why did you put mirr0rs in their eyes?

(Will sighing)

(child screaming)

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(w0man gasping)

The pieces of mirror are to
make their eyes look alive!

He wanted an audience.

He wanted them all Iined up,

watching him when he touched her.

When he touched her.

Touched .

Talcum powder.

There was talcum powder.

"Mrs. Leeds had traces of talcum

f0und 0n her right inner thigh.

A complete search of the home

led to no such matching
talcum in the house."

You t0ok your gloves 0ff, didn't y0u?

You son of a bitch!

Y0u took y0ur gloves 0ff,

you t0uched her with your bare hand

and then you wiped her down.

But when the gl0ves were
off, did you open her eyes?

(telephone rings)

- Crawford .

- [Will] Hey.

Are the Leeds' bodies still at the morgue ?

- Yeah .

- Who do we have d0wn
here that's really g0od

with latent prints?

- Atlanta P. D.

They've already printed the b0dies.

- Not the bodies.

Tell them to check the eyes.

Mrs. Leeds' eyes.

Even her corneas.

I think he t0ok his gloves 0ff, Jack.

I think he had to touch her.

- Jesus, Will .

- Gentlemen.

Ladies.

This is what the
subject's teeth I0ok like.

The impressions came fr0m
bite marks on Mrs. Leeds.

This degree 0f crookedness,

plus the gr00ve in this central incis0r,

makes his bite signature unique.

- Fuckin' shark.

(all laughing)

- Knock it 0ff!

We're grateful f0r the
bureau's involvement.

They have a great deal 0f
expertise in this area.

In particular, lnvestigator Graham does.

Isn't that right, Jack?

- Yes, sir.

- Anything you want to add , Mr. Graham?

Why don't you c0me 0n
up to the front, please?

(c0ps murmuring)

- Mrs. Leeds and Mrs. Jacobi
were the primary targets.

The others were killed just
to complete his fantasy.

I kn0w that might be hard to
accept given what you saw,

but this was not random.

This wasn't some killing frenzy.

He was never out of control .

These attacks were highly organized,

the w0men carefully ch0sen.

We don't know how he's
ch0osing them , or why.

They lived in different
states and never met.

But there is some c0nnection.

There's some common
factor, and that's the key.

Find out what that is,
and we'll save lives.

'Cause this 0ne is gonna g0 on and 0n ,

until we get smart or we get lucky.

He won't stop.

- Why not?

- Because it makes him G0d.

Would y0u give that up?

- You asked about the dog.

Last night a vet called us.

Leeds and his oldest
boy brought the dog in

the afternoon before they were killed.

Had a puncture wound to its abdomen .

The vet had to put it down .

- Was the dog wearing a c0llar

with the Leeds' address 0n it?

- N0.

- Did the Jacobis in
Birmingham have a dog?

- N0 d0g .

They f0und a litter box in the basement,

cat dr0ppings in it, n0 cat.

- If the cat was attacked , the
Jacobis may have buried it.

Ask Birmingham t0 check that backyard .

And tell them t0 use a
methane probe, it's faster.

(telephone rings)

- Yeah .

It's for you .

- Crawford .

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Carl, you're the Iight of my life.

Would it hold up in court?

Okay.

Great work.

They found a print on
Mrs. Leeds' Ieft eye.

Partial thumb.

- Other than that, thereĘs
nothíng else that I can tell you.

Thank y0u very much for your time.

(all shouting)

- Will Graham!

Remember me?

Freddy Lounds.

I covered the Lecter case for the Tattler.

Did the paperback.

- Yeah, l remember.

- When did they bring y0u in?

What've you got?

You think the T0oth Fairy
will be an even bigger story

than Lecter?

I mean , he's already
beaten Lecter's score-

- Hey, y0u write lying shit, Lounds,

and the Tattler is an asswipe!

Y0u stay away from me.

- Get away, Lounds.

- How about an exclusive?

- S0rry about that.

That guy snuck int0 the hospital

and took those pictures of me.

Remember?

With the tubes hanging 0ut of me?

- Forget that prick.

Give y0urself some credit.

When we catch the Tooth Fairy,

that print plus his teeth will burn him .

You did that, Will .

- That evidence was there, Jack.

It was right there for anyb0dy t0 see.

- But nob0dy else did .

All l'm sayin' is, that
was very g0od work.

- N0, good work would be
seeing it all the way through,

and catching the guy.

And I can't do that.

I did what you asked me t0 d0.

I'm g0ing h0me.

I don't even have any
idea wh0 this guy is.

That stuff l just gave
them was broad strokes.

He's got no face to me.

- That's what y0u said ab0ut
Garrett Hobbs, remember?

And y0u figured him out.

- No, l didn't.
- You didn't?

- No, l was stuck on Hobbs.

- Yeah?
- l had help.

- From Lecter.

- Yeah .

Jack, don't play games with me, man .

Don't do it.

There's something on y0ur mind .

C0me out and say it.

- L'm just saying maybe we've g0t

a res0urce we 0ughta I00k int0.

- Is that what this has been about?

Have you been walking me
through the rest of this

just s0 you could ask me that?

- Don't get mad at me.

I'm just doing my job.

If y0u know a better
shortcut, Iet me know it.

If you think there's any
chance he'll talk to me,

I'll go myself.

If y0u tell me you can't handle it,

G0d knows l'd understand that.

- As a research subject,

Lecter has proven most disappoínting.

He's simply impenetrable
to psychological testing.

Rorschach, Thematic Apperception .

He folds them into 0rigami .

As y0u see.

So you can imagine the
stir your little visit

is causing among my staff, Mr. Graham.

If y0u'd care to share some insights-

- Dr. Chilton , l'm sorry,
l've g0t a 4: 1 7 flight

back to Atlanta.

- Of course.

Tell me, when you saw Lecter's murders,

their style, so t0 speak,

were y0u able, perhaps, t0
reconstruct his fantasies?

And , if so, did y0u jot
down any impressions?

- [Will] No.

(d00r creaking)

- Let me be frank, Mr. Graham.

The first definitive analysis of Lecter

will be a publisher's wet dream .

L'd give you full credit, of c0urse.

(d00r creaking)

Damn it, man .

You must have some advice.

Y0u caught him .

What was your trick?

- I let him kill me.

(do0r slams shut I0udly and I0cks)

(d00r buzzing)

(d00r slamming)

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- [Hannibal] That's the
same atrocious aftershave

y0u w0re in c0urt.

- I keep getting it for Christmas.

- [Hannibal] Christmas, yes.

Did y0u get my card?

- I got it, thank y0u .

- [Hannibal] So nice of
the Bureau's crime lab

to f0rward that.

They wouldn't give me your home address.

- Dr. Bloom sent me y0ur
article on surgical addiction ,

in the J0urnal 0f Forensic Psychiatry.

- [Hannibal] And?

- Very interesting , even t0 a layman .

- Y0u say you're a Iayman.

But it was you wh0 caught me.

Wasn't it, Will?

D0 y0u know how you did it?

- I got lucky.

- I don't think you believe that.

- It's in the transcript.

What does it matter now?

- It doesn't matter to me, Will .

- I need your advice, Dr. Lecter.

- Birmingham and Atlanta.

You want to know how he's
ch0osing them, don't y0u?

- I thought you'd have some ideas.

I'm asking you to tell me what they are.

- Why should l?

- There are things y0u don't have.

Research materials.

Maybe even computer access.

I'd speak to the Chief of Staff.

- Ah, yes, Dr. Chilt0n .

Gruesome, isn't he?

He fumbles at your head
like a freshman pulling

at a panty girdle.

If you recall , Will,

our last collaborati0n
ended rather messily.

- You'd get t0 see the file 0n this case.

And there's another reason.

- I'm all ears.

- I thought y0u might enjoy the challenge.

Find out if you're smarter than
the person l'm l0oking for.

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- Then , by implicati0n , you
think y0u're smarter than l am,

since it was you wh0 caught me.

- I know I'm not smarter than you.

- Then how did you catch me?

- You had disadvantages.

- What disadvantages?

- You're insane.

- Y0u're very tanned , Will .

And your hands are s0 rough.

Not like a cop's hands anymore.

And that shaving I0tion is
something a child w0uld select.

Has a little ship 0n
the bottle, does it not?

And how is young Josh
and the lovely M0lly?

They're always in my thoughts, y0u know.

You will not persuade me with appeals

to my intellectual vanity.

- I don't think l'Il persuade you at all .

You'll either do it 0r you won't.

- Is that the case file?

- [Will] Yes.

- With photos?

Let me keep them , and l might c0nsider it.

- N0.

- Do you dream much , Will?

- Go0dbye, Dr. Lecter.

- You haven!t threatened
to take away my bo0ks yet!

Give me the file, then!

And I'll tell you what l think.

I'll need one hour.

And privacy.

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Just like old times, Will?

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This is a very shy b0y, Will .

I'd love to meet him.

Have you c0nsidered the
possibility that he is disfigured ,

or that he may believe he is disfigured?

- Yeah, the mirrors.

- Yes.

Notice he smashes all the
mirrors in the houses,

not just en0ugh to get
the pieces he wants.

And , 0f course, those
shards in their eyes,

so he can see himself there.

- That's interesting .

- N0, it's n0t interesting .

Y0u th0ught 0f it bef0re.

- I had considered it.

What about the women?
- Dead?

Mere puppets.

Y0u need t0 see them living ,
the way they caught his eye.

- That's impossible.

- Almost.

Not quite.

What were the yards like?

- Big backyards, fenced, some hedges.

Why?

- Because if this pilgrim

feels a special
relationship with the moon,

he might like t0 go
outside and Iook at it.

You ever seen blood in
the moonlight, Will?

It appears quite black.

If 0ne were nude, say,
it'd be better to have

0utdoor privacy for that sort 0f thing.

- Y0u think the yards might be a factor

when he selects victims?

- Oh yes.

And there will be more of them , of course.

Victims.

So y0u'll be wanting l0ts
of these little chinwags,

l take it.

- I might not have time.

- I do.

I have oodles.

- I need your opinion now.

- Then here's one.

You stink of fear under that cheap lotion.

Y0u stink of fear, Will ,
but y0u're not a coward!

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You fear me, but still you came here.

You fear this shy b0y, yet
still you seek him out.

D0n't y0u understand , Will?

You caught me because
we're very much alike.

With0ut our imaginations,

we'd be like all those
other poor dullards.

Fear is the price of our instrument.

But I can help you bear it.

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(birds chirping)

(camera shutter clicking)

- You getting his face?
- Yeah .

- Okay, you got it?

All right, let's get the fuck 0ut of here.

- [Crawf0rd] Sure you're okay?

- Yeah , l'm okay.

- [Crawford] What do you think he meant

by "see them living"?

- I don't know, l d0n't
kn0w, maybe n0thing.

It's hard to separate his bullshit.

But l'm g0nna make an0ther
pass at the Leeds' house.

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(Duchess whines)

- [Charles] AIl ríght, Duchess, doll.

Thatfs it.

Show me what you can do.

Whofs that?

Get them, Duchess.

Get them, Duch!

Go get them!

Go gef them, girl!

And action!

- Charles!
- Hey.

- What are you doing?

Oh.

- [Charles] Hey, gang.

- [Valerie] You crazy man.

- [Charles] H0w is everybody doing?

- Just home fr0m the st0re.

- [Susie] Hi, Daddy.

- [Charles] That's my girl.

- [Sean] Hi, Daddy.

- [Charles] Hi, honey.

Billy?

- Hí, Dad.

- [Charles] And sweetie ?

- I am not ready for my
clos*-up, Mr. DeMille.

Well, what do you think?

Get closer.

Get closer.

Little closer.

I think maybe we fd better
put these kids to bed

a Iittle early tonight.

They seem tired.

Don ft you think?

- [Charles] Here we are at the pool party.

- What are you doing?

Stop it!

You stop it!

I'm telling my m0ther on you.

- [Charles] Now I get my kiss?

- AII right, y0u want a kiss?

- I want a kiss.

The big romanfic kind.

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(all shouting and cheering)

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- Won't nobody gef in fhrough here agaín.

L'll guaran-damn-tee it.

- Why didn't he break in d0wn there?

It's more hidden.

- Hell , that d0or's got deadb0lts.

Reckon he was in t0o big a hurry.

- N0, this one doesn't hurry.

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You sat right here, didn't y0u?

Y0u watched the children bury the cat.

And then you waited f0r dark.

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You're proud .

You had to sign your w0rk.

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(crows cawing)

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- [D0Iarhyde] Grandma ?

Grandma ?

I'm sorry.

- [Grandma] Oh, Francis, I've
never seen a chíId as dirty

and disgusting as you.

Look af you!

You're soaking wet.

Get out of my bed.

- [Dolarhyde] No.

- [Grandma] Go back to your room.

- [D0larhyde] Grandma, you're hurting me!

- [Grandma] Shut up,
you filthy Iittle beast!

I should have put you ín an
orphanage, grandson or not.

- [D0larhyde] Grandma, don 't hurt me.

You're hurting me!

- [Grandma] Into the bathroom!

Take off your nightshirt,
and wipe y0urself off.

Hurry up!

Now give me my scissors
from the m*dicine chest.

- [Dolarhyde] PIease, no!

- [Grandma] Take that
fíIthy thíng in your hand

and stretch it out.

- [D0larhyde] No, Grandma.

- [Grandma] Now!

- [Dolarhyde] PIease!

- [Grandma] Look down.

Do you want me fo cut ít off?

Do you?

- [Dolarhyde] No, Grandma!

- [Grandma] l pledge you my word , Francis,

if you ever make your bed dirty again,

I'II cut it off.

Do you understand?

- [D0larhyde] l'll be a g00d boy.

I promise. (breathing heavily)

(ominous orchestral music)

(dramatic 0rchestral music)

(dramatic 0rchestral music)

(dramatic orchestral music c0ntinues)

(door clanking)

(dramatic orchestral music c0ntinues)

(chain clanking)

- Good morning , Will .

S0 nice 0f y0u to visit again .

- He carved this on a tree
near the Jacobi house.

With a Buck knife.

- The same 0ne later
used on Charles Leeds.

- [Will] Yes.

- [Hannibal] Take a walk with me.

- He had a second tool, too.

A bolt cutter.

He used that to clear his view.

- But?

- But l don't think that's
what he brought it for.

It's too heavy.

T0o awkward .

And he had to carry it a long way.

- And what do we make of that symb0l?

- Asian Studies at Langley

identified it as a Chinese character.

It appears on a mah-jong piece.

It marks the Red Dragon.

- Red Drag0n .

Correct.

This boy begins to interest me.

- Doctor, we don't know

what greater meaning
the symbol might have-

- D0 you like my little
exercise cage, Will?

My so-called lawyer is
always nagging Dr. Chilton

for better accommodations.

I don't know which is the greater f0ol .

- Perhaps if y0u could
offer s0me insight into-

- "A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage."

Ever been a redbreast, Will?

Of c0urse you have.

L'm all0wed 30 minutes
in here, once a week.

Get to the point.

- I think he meant to use the bolt cutter

to enter the house, but he didn't.

Instead he broke in
thr0ugh the patio doors.

The noise woke Jacobi ,

and he had to shoot him 0n the stairs.

That wasn't planned .

It was sloppy.

And that's not like him.

- We mustn't judge to0 harshly, Will .

It was his first time.

Have you never felt a
sudden rush of panic?

(metal clanking)

Yeah , that's the fear we talked about.

It takes experience to master it.

You sensed who l was

back when l was committing
what you call my "crimes."

- Yes.

- So you were hurt not by
a fault in y0ur perception,

or y0ur instincts,

but because you failed to act
on them until it was too late.

- Y0u c0uld say that.

- But you're wiser now.

- Yes.

- Imagine what you would d0, Will ,

if y0u c0uld go back in time.

- Put two in your head before
you could palm that stiletto.

- Very g00d , Will.

You kn0w, l believe we're making pr0gress.

And that's what our pilgrim is d0ing.

He is refining his meth0ds.

He is ev0lving.

Oh the case file menti0ned
videos of the Leeds family.

I'd like t0 see those.

- N0.

- Why not?

- It woulö be obscene.

- You d0n't make it easy, d0 y0u?

Still , one aims to please.

L'll call you if l think of anything else.

Would y0u perhaps like to
leave me your home number?

(buzzer sounding)

- That's the end of our session, Doctor.

- For now.

It was 0nly his first time.

Already in Atlanta he did much better.

Rest assured , my dear Will ,

this 0ne will give you plenty of exercise.

(ominous orchestral music)

My l0ve t0 Molly and Josh , go0dbye.

- [Barney] Go t0 the back
of the cell , Dr. Lecter.

Face the wall .

If y0u turn around bef0re the lock snaps,

y0u'll get a dart.

Understood?

- [Hannibal] Yes.

- You got 1 0 minutes
t0 talk to your Iawyer.

(dramatic 0rchestral music)

Starting n0w.

- [Hannibal] Thanks so much, Barney.

- [Lawyer] Hello, Dr. Lecfer?

I have those documents you requested-

(dial t0ne humming)

(rotary telephone dialing clicks)

- "Robes, Robespierre, Robin .

Robin , call f0r, R0bin , fainting,

ta-da, "Redbreast in a cage." 406.9.

Ah .

"A robin redbreast in a cage
puts all heaven in a rage."

- Yes, that's it.

- William BIake.

"Auguries of l nnocence".

- Think you g0t it?

- Yeah , we should have.

We have some b00ks of
Blake's paintings, too.

Want to see them?

- Yeah .

Thanks.

- [Temp] Psychology Department,
Uníversíty of Chícago.

Dr. BI00m fs office.

- Hi .

This is Bob Greer at Blaine
and Edwards Publishing .

Dr. Bloom asked me to send copies

of The Psychiatrist and
the Law to Will Graham

and his assistant was supposed to give me

the address and phone number,
but, darn it, she never did .

- [Temp] Oh gee, I'm just a temp.

Linda will be in on Monday.

- G0sh , l have t0 catch
FedEx in about five minutes.

I hate to bother Dr. BIoom about it,

because he told Linda to send it,

and l d0n't want to get her into tr0uble.

It's right there in the
Rolodex, or whatever.

L'll dance at your wedding
if you read it t0 me.

- [Temp] Uh, I don 't know.

I'm really not supposed to.

- Be a darling and flip that 0ld rascal,

l w0n't take up any more 0f your time.

Graham, Will .

- [Temp] Oh, all right.

Just a minute.

"Gibson, Gordon, Graham."

If doesn ft give a address for his house.

- What does it have, dear?

- [Temp] "FBI, 935
Pennsylvanía Avenue Northwest,

Washingt0n, D. C."

- [Hannibal] Yeah?

- [Temp] And letfs see.

Here it is.

"P. O. Box 3680, Marathon, FIorida."

- [Hannibal] Marathon.

- [Temp] Yes.

- That's fine.

You're an angel.

(suspenseful 0rchestral music)

(ominous orchestral music)

(d00r buzzing)

- L'm Francis Dolarhyde.

L've c0me for the package 0f infrared .

- Right.

Put y0ur back against the d0or and c0me

forward three steps till you
feel tile under your feet.

And there's a st0ol just on the Ieft.

Same Mr. D who's head of
Tech Services, am l right?

- Uh huh .
- l'm Reba McCIane.

Just a sec0nd m0re and l
will get you s0me light.

Okay, here we g0.

S0, what do you need the I R f0r?

- It's for the zo0.

They want to photograph
the nocturnal animals.

- That's great.

I love animals.

I got to warn y0u , though .

This stuff is pretty sensitive.

It can be mean to handle.

But l guess l don't need to tell you that.

(d00r sliding)

- Hey, Reba.

Oh , Mr. D.

Whoa!

I'm n0t interrupting anything , am l?

- No, Ralph.

Listen , Reba, it's
starting t0 spritz outside.

How about I give you a lift h0me?

- Y0u ride a mot0rcycle, Ralph .

H0w's that gonna help me with the rain?

- I th0ught maybe we'd st0p 0ff someplace,

have ourselves a little sundowner.

- I've already got a ride.

- It's cool.

That's cool.

No problemo.

- If there's anything
l hate worse than pity,

it's fake pity.

Especially from a walking
hard-on Iike Ralph Mandy.

Sorry.

- I have no pity.

(thunder crashing)

(engine rumbling)

Ride with me!

- Thanks, but I take the bus all the time.

- Mandy is a fo0l.

Ride with me,

f0r my pleasure.

- You want to come in?

I'Il fix us a drink.

Maybe an0ther time.

- I will come in.

- When is the zoo pr0ject?

- Maybe next week.

They'll call .

- I love zoos.

In fact 0ne of my earliest
memories is seeing a cougar,

when l was about five.

I didn't l0se my sight till l was seven .

Diphtheria.

C0uld you hand me that knife?

Anyway, l've always
tried to hang on to what

that c0ugar looked like.

Although by n0w, t0 tell the
truth, what l see in my head ,

is pr0bably not in the
least bit Iike a c0ugar.

It's m0re like a donkey or a g0at.

You kn0w, s0metimes l'm not
so sure l really saw him.

Maybe he's just something l dreamed up.

Y0u 0kay?

- Uh huh .

- You don't say much , d0 y0u?

- N0, I guess n0t.

- Let's talk about something f0r a minute

and get it out 0f the way, okay?

(dramatic 0rchestral music)

I can hear that y0u've had

some kind of soft palate repair.

But l understand you fine
because you speak very well .

If you don't want t0
talk to me, that's cool.

But l h0pe that you will

because l know what it's
like to have people,

always thinking that you're different.

- Well , that's go0d .

- May I t0uch your face?

I want to know if you're
smiling 0r frowning.

I want to know whether l
should just shut up or not.

(dramatic 0rchestral music)

- Take my word that l'm smiling .

I have to go.

- If l 0ffended y0u , l didn't mean to.

- N0.

(dramatic orchestral music c0ntinues)

- I've been fo their house, yeah,

but I don't have much
sense of what the Jacobis

were really Iike.

It would help me

if I could see s0me 0f
their personal effects.

Diaries, letters.

Do y0u have those things, Mr. Metcalf?

- I sure do.

I mean , other than 0ne
or two little keepsakes

Niles Jacobi g0t.

- That w0uld be Mr. Jacobi's surviving son

by his first wife?

- That's right.

As their executor, I keep all
that stuff her* in the office,

al0ng with some of the smaller valuables,

till after probate.

But the Birmingham P. D.'s
been all through it.

- C0uld y0u pack th0se things
and ship them up to me?

I hate to ask.

I know it's a pain in the ass.

- Hell, probate judge is an
old golfing buddy of mine.

Son, just tell me y0u're gonna
nail that son of a bitch .

- We're doing our best.

- Will .
- Hey, thanks, Mr. Metcalf.

Thanks.

- A n0te hidöen in Lecter's cell.

Sounds like a fan letter.

Might've been mailed by the T0oth Fairy.

He wants Lecter's approval.

He's curious ab0ut y0u .

He's asking questi0ns.

I've already scrambled a chopper.

- Does Lecter know we have the n0te?

- [Crawford] Not yet.

If was found during a routine cleanup.

- [Will] They don't open his mail?

- [Crawford] Can 't.

Need a warrant.

X-rays only.

- [Will] WhereĘs Lecter now?

- [Crawford] Still in the holding cage.

- [Will] Can he see his cell from there?

- [Crawford] No.

But he 's already been
th*re almost half an hour.

HeĘII soon start to wonder what's wrong.

- We g0t to buy time, Jack.

- Dr. Chilt0n .

- [Chilton] Yes?

- Call y0ur building superintendent,

or engineer, whoever's in charge.

Tell him t0 pull the circuit
breakers on Lecter's hall.

Have the super walk down the
hall past the holding cell,

carrying t00ls.

He'Il be in a hurry, pissed 0ff,

t00 busy to answer questi0ns.

Got it?

And don't forget, d0n't
t0uch the note, okay?

Graham's 0n his way.

Listen up!

We've got a note coming in on the fly,

possibly from the Tooth Fairy.

Number 0ne priority.

It has to go back t0 Lecter's cell

within the hour, unmarked .

We'll need Hair and Fiber,
Latent Prints, then Documents.

L'll walk it through myself.

Let's go, people!

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- [D0larhyde] My dear Dr. Lecter.

I wanted to fell you I'm delighted

thaf you've taken an interest in me.

And when I learned of your
vast correspondence, I thought,

"Dare I?"

Of course I do.

I don't believe y0ufll tell them who I am.

Besídes, what partícular body
I currently occupy ís trivial.

The important thing is what I am becoming.

I know that you alone can
understand this transformation.

I have some things I'd Iove to show you.

If circumstances permit,
I hope we can correspond.

I have admired you f0r years and have

a complete collection
ofyour press n0tices.

Actually, I fhink of
them as unfair reviews.

As unfair as mine.

(lights clicking)

They do Iíke to sling demeaníng
nicknames, don ft they?

"The Tooth Faíry."

What could be more inappropriate ?

If would shame me for you to
read that, if I didn 't know

you had suffered the same
dístortions in the press.

- I'm fed up with this
bloody stupíd buíIding!

Every day s0mething breaking.

I swear they ought t0 tear
the whole fucking place down.

- How much Ionger do we have?

- 1 0 minutes, max.

- I nstructions for answering,

were pr0bably in the
section Lecter tore out.

I d0n't get it.

Why not just thr0w the whole note away?

- It was full of compliments.

He couldn't bear to part with them .

(suspenseful 0rchestral music)

- N0w we can mash just a little.

Y0u're so sly.

But so am I .

Aniline dyes and c0l0red inks
are transparent to infrared.

These c0uld be the tips
of "T's" here and here.

On the end , that's a
"P," or possibly an "R."

Maybe this is where he's telling
Lecter how to answer him.

- Jack, there's only one safe way

to carry on a c0nversation
that's one-way blind .

- Publication .

Wait a minute.

We know this sweetheart reads the Tattler.

That's in his note, right?

The T00th Fairy, they made that up.

- Three "T's" and an "R" in "Tattler."

- S0 h0w do y0u communicate
through a tabl0id?

You got what?

News stories.

- Personals, Personals.

What if the killer wants Lecter

to answer him through
the personal columns?

- That could be it.

- We gonna need pr0ofs 0f the pages

before the next Tattler's published!

- [Crawford] l'm on it!

- [Dolarhyde] Investigator
Graham interests m*.

Not your standard gumshoe, is he ?

More alert.

Purposeful Iooking.

You should have taught him not to meddle.

Forgive the stationery.

I chose it because if'II
dissolve very ąuíckly

ifyou should have to swallow it.

If I hear from you,

next time I might send you somefhing wet.

Until then, dear Doctor,

I remain your most avid fan.

(suspenseful 0rchestral music)

- The Tattler got an ad order signed 666,

Baltimore postmark on the envelope.

It's set t0 run this aftern0on.

Chicago field 0ffice is
sending the text through now.

- "Dear Pilgrim."
- That's it.

That's it.

Lecter called him a
pilgrim when we talked.

- "You honor me.

Y0u're very beautiful ."

Christ!

"I 0ffer 1 00 prayers for your safety.

Find help in John 6:22, 8: 1 6,

9: 1 , Luke 1 :7."

- C0de.
- Has to be.

- We've got 1 9 minutes to get a message in

if we can break this.

The Tattler can't hold
its presses any longer.

- It's s0mething simple.

They 0nly needed c0ver
against casual readers.

L'm thinking it's a book c0de.

- Book code?

- The first numeral,

"1 00 prayers," could be the page number.

The paired numbers after
could be line and letter.

But what bo0k?

- Not the bible?

- N0, he's got Galatians 1 5:2 here.

Galatians only six chapters.

Same with Jonah 6:8.

Jonah has four chapters.

He wasn't using a Bible.

- Then the To0th Fairy
named the book to use.

He specified it in his note,
in the part Lecter tore out.

- It would appear so.

What about sweating Lecter?

In a mental hospital , l would think drugs.

- N0.

They tried sodium amytal
0n him three years ago,

trying t0 find out where he
buried the Princeton student.

He gave them a recipe f0r dip.

Besides if we sweat him ,
we lose the connection .

- If the Tooth Fairy picked the b0ok,

then it's something he knew Lecter

would have it in his cell .

- Can we get a list 0f his books?

- From Chilton , maybe.

No!

Wait!

Rankin and Willingham,
when they tossed his cell,

t0ok Polaroids s0 they could
put everything back in place.

- Ask them t0 meet me with
pictures of his bookshelves!

- [Crawford] Where?

- [LI0yd] The Library!

- Will , l'm leery 0f
letting Lecter's message run

without knowing what it says.

- I say let this one run .

We keep w0rking on the code.

At least it'II encourage the
Fairy to contact him again.

- What if it enc0urages him
to do something besides write?

- I d0n't like this any better than you.

But it's our best shot.

(dramatic 0rchestral music)

(dramatic 0rchestral music)

- [Lloyd] Oh , my God!

(ph0ne ringing)

- Hello?

- Jack, it's Lloyd B0wman .

I s0lveö the code.

Y0u need to know what it says right n0w.

- Okay, Lloyd .

- It says, "Graham home,
Marathon , Florida."

"Save yourself.

Kill them all ."

(ph0ne ringing)

- [Will] Yeah?

- [Crawford] Bowman just broke the code.

- What does it say?

- L'll tell y0u in a sec0nd .

Now, listen to me.

Everything is 0kay.

I've taken care of it

so stay on the phone when I fell you.

- Tell me n0w.

- Lecter gave the bastard
your home address.

Wait, Will, Will?

(do0r thudding)

(fo0tsteps thudding)

(suspenseful 0rchestral music)

(0bjects clattering)

(door opening)

- M0m?

(helicopter whirring)

(agents shouting)

(dramatic 0rchestral music)

- [Molly] Is he after you now?

- No, Lecterjust suggested it to him.

I hate this, Molly.

L'm sorry.

- It's a sick feeling .

- I know it is.

But you'Il be safe here.

Crawford's brother owns this place.

N0 0ne in the world knows you're here.

- I'd just as soon n0t
talk about Crawford.

- [Agent] What are y0u using as bait?

- [Josh] Sometimes I use worms.

- [Agent] You Iike th0se?

- Beneath the yell0w folder

y0u'll find y0ur latest rejection slip

fr0m the archives.

It was brought t0 me by mistake

with s0me of my archives mail.

I'm afraid I opened it without l00king.

Sorry.

- I think we'll rem0ve Dr.
Lecter's toilet seat as well.

(gun firing)

(dramatic 0rchestral music)

- Atlanta P.D. nailed him.

He had a fake Bureau ID

and was trying t0 get the
Leeds family autopsy photos.

It's a Federal beef, so
Atlanta kicked him back to us.

Pers0nally, l'd like nothing better

than to see the dirt sandwich

pulling five at Leavenworth.

But maybe there's a
better way to handle this.

- Yeah?

What's that?

- I think we ought t0 give him a st0ry.

- The Tooth Fairyfs ugly,

and heĘs impotent with
members of the opposite sex.

Also, he sexually
molests his male victims.

- While they're alive?

- Sorry, I can't g0 into th0se details.

But we do also speculate

that he's the pr0duct
of an incestuous home.

N0 w0nder the creep's such a loser, right?

(L0unds chuckling)

That's a tip we g0t from
Dr. Lecter, by the way.

- S0 it's true Lecter's actually helping

with y0ur investigati0n?

- Yes, it's true.

The D0ct0r was offended that
a bott0m-feeding Iowlife like

the To0th Fairy w0uld consider
himself in the same league.

(Lounds laughs)

- Okay, tell me ab0ut
this place you g0t here.

Will, your little Washingt0n hideaway.

- This is just an apartment l'm borrowing

till this creep goes down in flames.

I keep copies of the evidence here

so that l can w0rk on it late at night.

- Make sure y0u can read
the name on that building .

- [Ph0t0grapher] Yeah.

(camera shutter clicking)

- All right, l g0t enough .

Just remember, l scratch
your back, you scratch mine.

If my story draws the Fairy
in any kind of an attack

on Graham, and y0u nail the
scumbag, l get an exclusive.

- Fuck you , L0unds.

When we see the story in print,

then we'll consider what to do

about your sealed indictment.

- Yeah , yeah .

All right, it was a
pleasure doing business

with you , chumps.

(d0or clicking)

- [Will] I feel like l need a shower.

- Y0u okay with this?

- Better he comes after
me than Molly and J0sh .

S0, yeah , l'm okay with it.

- I wish we had something better,

but there's 0nly 1 0 days
till the next full moon .

We've got to rattle his cage.

We'll stake out this apartment,

put snipers 0n the nearby ro0ftops.

AIso, youfll have a moving
box taíI, 24*, ín your car,

on the street, wherever you go.

You'II wear the Kevlar at all times.

No exceptions.

(dramatic 0rchestral music)

- Y0u again?

Come back at four a.m.
when l 0pen , all right?

(change clinking)

Hey, hey, l told y0u!

- [D0larhyde] What?

You told me what?

(suspenseful 0rchestral music)

(tires screeching)

- Fucking dickhead !

Is that your fucking name 0n the sign?

(suspenseful 0rchestral music)
(Lounds yelps in pain)

(suspenseful 0rchestral music)

(suspenseful 0rchestral music)

Ow.

(Lounds panting heavily)

(gasping) Where am l?

What am l doing here?

- [Dolarhyde] At0ning , Mr. Lounds.

- I haven't seen your face.

I couldn't p0ssibly identify you .

I work f0r the National Tattler.

It w0uld pay a big reward ,

a big reward for me.

I mean, a half a million,

or a million , maybe.

- [D0larhyde] Do y0u kn0w
who l am , Mr. Lounds?

- N0.

And l don't want t0 know.

You know, believe me.

- [Dolarhyde] According
to y0u , l'm a vici0us,

perverted sexual failure,

a "b0ttom-feeding lowlife",

wh0's ab0ut to "go down in flames."

I think you kn0w n0w, don't y0u?

- Yes.

- [Dolarhyde] Do you understand
what l'm doing , Mr. L0unds?

- N0.

But l woulö like to.

I really want t0 understand,

and then all my readers
could understand , too.

- [Dolarhyde] l am not a man.

I began as one,

but each being that I change makes me

more than a man,

as you will witness.

- I d0n't need t0 see you.

No.

- But you must, Mr. Lounds.

You're a reporter.

You're here to report.

(suspenseful 0rchestral music)

Open y0ur eyes and I0ok at me.

- N0.

- If y0u won't open them y0urself,

l'll staple y0ur eyelids to your forehead .

- I don't want t0.

- [D0larhyde] Open your eyes!

(suspenseful 0rchestral music)

- Oh, my dear God Jesus!

(Dolarhyde groaning)

Oh , God !

(Dolarhyde grunts l0udly)

- D0 y0u want to kn0w what l am?

- More than anything.

I was afraid to ask.

- [D0larhyde] Do y0u see now?

- Yeah , l see.

Oh , God .

- [D0larhyde] Mrs. Jac0bi in human form.

D0 y0u see?
- Yes.

- Mrs. Leeds in human f0rm.

D0 you see?

- Yes.

- Mrs. Jacobi changing .
- Oh , my God .

- D0 you see?

Mrs. Leeds changing.

D0 you see?

Mrs. Jacobi reborn .

D0 you see?

Mrs. Leeds reborn.

D0 y0u see?
- Please, no.

- No?

No what?

- Not me.

Not me.

- Why did you write Iies, Mr. Lounds?

- Graham told me to lie.

Graham.

It wasn't me.

- Will y0u tell the truth n0w?

- Yes!
- About me?

My work?

- Oh , yes.

Yes.

- My bec0ming?

- Yeah .

Yeah.

- I am the Dragon , and you call me insane!

You are privy t0 a great bec0ming

and you recognize nothing.

You are an ant in the afterbirth .

It is in y0ur nature to
do 0ne thing c0rrectly.

Before me, you rightly tremble.

But fear is not what
you owe me, Mr. L0unds.

(ominous orchestral music)

Y0u 0we me awe.

(L0unds sighing)

Read .

That's all, Mr. Lounds.

You did very well .

- Will you Iet me go n0w?

- [D0larhyde] Soon.

There's one more way l can
help you to better understand .

- I want to understand .

I do.

And l'm really g0nna be fair,

from now 0n .

You know that.

Hello?

Oh , God , no!

(L0unds screaming in pain)

(L0unds screaming in pain)

(rusty wheels squeaking)

(chair thudding)

I have had a great privilege.

I have seen with w0nder and awe

the strength of the Great Red Dragon.

He has helped me to
understand his splendor,

and now I want to serve him.

He knows you made me Iíe, Will Graham.

Because I was forced to Iíe,

he wíII be more merciful
to me than to you.

Hell0 ?

Oh, God, no!

(Lounds screaming in pain on recording)

(rec0rder clicking)

- We can let this tie us up in knots,

or we can learn from it.

Maybe even use it t0 catch the bastard .

- He had to have a van or panel truck

to m0ve Lounds ar0und in
that big old wheelchair.

- Mm-hmm.

Go 0n , anybody.

- He had to already
have the wheelchair too,

0r kn0w where t0 get one fast.

It's an antique, not
the kind that you'd find

around the house.

- D0es it strike anybody
that he set this up

in 0ne hell of a hurry?

The Tattler c0mes off
the press M0nday night.

By Tuesday morning he's in
Chicago, snatching Lounds.

He either lives in the Chicago area,

0r he's within a driving radius of,

call it six hours.

Find 0ut within this area
where the Tattler was available

for early distribution Monday night.

Start with airp0rts and
all-night newsstands.

Maybe a newsie remembers an 0dd cust0mer.

Lloyd , this cassette, enhance the audio.

Maybe you can pick up
something in the background .

Beverly, Jimmy, that wheelchair,

l want the maker, date, possible sources.

Graham and I will coordinate from Chicag0.

Let's hustle.

- Look, there's not g0nna be
any answers in Chicago, Jack.

Okay?

I mean , Lounds, that was a bonus.

That was a chance to sh0w 0ff.

It doesn't even fit his pattern .

The Leeds and the Jac0bis
are what he needs.

I think I sh0uld g0 back to Baltim0re.

- After what he tried to pull?

- Lecter picked up on
something in the missing part

0f the note.

Not a name, but something ,
enough to narrow the search .

- Even if he did, he won't tell y0u .

- N0t unless l can offer him something .

- Congratulati0ns, Will.

That was most artistic,
the way you disposed

of the annoying Mr. L0unds.

- Y0ur cell lo0ks bigger
with no books in it.

- Does it?

I hadn't noticed .

- [Will] Oh , you will .

- I have other resources.

Tell me, Will .

Did you enjoy it?

Your first murder?

Of course y0u did.

Why sh0uldn't it feel good?

It does to God .

Why, only Iast week in Texas,

he dropped a whole church roof

on the heads of 34 of his worshipers,

just as they were
groveling through a hymn.

He w0uldn't begrudge you one journalist.

- Put me next to him, Doctor.

- You and some SWAT team?

Oh , Will .

Where's the fun in that?

- He'll have to take his chances, too.

A r0of can fall on anybody.

- But not 0n M0lly and J0sh, l take it.

N0t yet, anyway.

First he kills the pet, then the family.

Freddy was your pet.

- They're safe now.

- N0 one will ever be
safe around you, Will.

(suspenseful 0rchestral music)

Clever work 0n his n0te, by the way.

And that blackout was an
especially nice touch .

- What else was in that note, Doctor?

Put me next to him!

That's what you want, isn't it?

To help him succeed where y0u failed?

Twice?

Give him a chance to kill me.

- Go on , then.

Seduce me with your wares.

- Full restoration of your privileges.

Plus computer access to the AMA archives.

One hour a week under
supervision , of course,

but it's a one-time offer.

It expires the minute l walk out of here.

- Bit measly, don't y0u think?

- Turn it down , then.

See what terms you get fr0m Chilt0n .

- (chuckling) Are these threats, William?

- L'm waiting , D0ct0r.

Or maybe you've got n0thing left t0 sell.

- A little sample, then.

Why n0t?

Seen the Blake, have you?

- Yes.

- No, you've I00ked but not seen.

Transformation is the key.

The man-drag0n ,

his ugliness transf0rmed by p0wer.

L0ok f0r a military record
with c0mbat training .

L00k f0r extensive tatt00ing ,

and corrective surgery,
m0st likely to the face.

- Come on , l'm past that
already and you know it.

Give me what I need .

H0w is he ch0osing the w0men?

- L've already suggested how.

The answer was in fr0nt of y0u .

You looked but didn't see.

- Bullshit!

No riddles!

Just tell me.

- No!

It's y0ur turn.

I asked you before for a small courtesy,

and you responded rudely.

Bef0re l tell y0u anything m0re,

y0u will make certain arrangements f0r me.

- What kind of arrangements?

- Oh , nothing much.

Shall we say dinner and a show?

- Y0u ready to tell me what
kind 0f outing this is?

- Nope.

- You're just full of
surprises, aren't y0u , D?

- Yep.

- He fs about síx feet away.

Can you smell him?

- Yeah .

- Now, he's a Iittle noisy,
but he's sedated , l assure you .

Doct0r Hassler's ab0ut
to fix his broken tooth.

- Glad you c0uld come, Ms. McCIane.

We appreciate the
infrared film, by the way.

- Two more steps.

L'll put your left hand
on the edge of the table.

N0w, he's right in front of y0u .

Take y0ur time.

(tiger bays drowsily)

- D?

- I'm here.

You go ahead.

(dramatic 0rchestral music)

(tiger growls sleepily)

- Here.

Why don't y0u try this?

(dramatic orchestral music c0ntinues)

(heart beating)
(dramatic orchestral music)

(cl0ck ticking)

- Nine steps fr0m the
front door to the clock,

and three more to this r0om .

Sorry.

Force of habit.

*azz music)

That beautiful tiger,
this house, this music,

l don't think anybody knows you at all , D.

Everyb0dy w0nders ab0ut y0u , though.

Especially the women .

- What d0 they want t0 know?

- They find you

very mysterious and interesting.

- Did they tell y0u how l l00k?

- They said that you
have a remarkable b0dy.

That y0u're very sensitive about your face

but you sh0uldn't be.

Oh , and,

they asked me if

you are as strong as you l0ok.

- And?

- I said l didn't know.

(seductive jazz music)

Where the hell are you , D?

Here you are.

Do you want t0 know what l think about it?

N0w, would you sh0w me
where the bathroom is?

(suspenseful 0rchestral music)

(seductive jazz music)

- I have to do a Iittle w0rk.

- Sure.

If l'm keeping y0u fr0m w0rk-
- No.

- L'll go.
- l want you t0 be here.

I do.

It's just a tape l need t0 watch.

It w0n't take long.

- D0 y0u need t0 hear it, to0?

- N0.

- May I keep the music?
- U h-huh .

(seductive jazz music c0ntinues)

(suspenseful 0rchestral music)

- What's it ab0ut?

- Some pe0ple l'm going t0 meet.

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

- So then ,

it's what?

It's a corporate promo?

Some kind of homework?

- It's homework.

Yeah.

- That's a go0d idea.

It's so important to be prepared.

My God , are you ever!

(dramatic 0rchestral music)

(dramatic 0rchestral music)

(suspenseful 0rchestral music)

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(D0larhyde whimpers in panic)

- N0.

I w0n't give her t0 y0u .

No.

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

Please, just for a little while.

(crying) N0!

Y0u're hurting me!

(suspenseful 0rchestral music)

(gun c0cking)

No, she's nice.

She's 0kay.

(dramatic 0rchestral music)

(suspenseful 0rchestral music)

(D0larhyde whimpering)

(dramatic 0rchestral music)

- I had a really terrific
time last night, D.

But this morning y0u seem
like a different person .

Is something wrong?

- I have to go now.

I have to go away.

- Where?

- On a trip.

(dramatic 0rchestral music)

- When will l see y0u again?

- Reba, y0u have to get out.

Get out now.

(dramatic 0rchestral music)

- [Metcal* Dear Mr. Graham.

Here are the Jacobisf personal
etfects, as discussed.

I hope these thíngs might help you.

Good hunting.

Byron Metcalf.

(dramatic 0rchestral music)

(s0ft pian0 music)

- Mmmm .

- [Crawford] H0w many more times
are we going to watch thís?

- "See them living ," he said ,

"right in front of y0u ."

It's something ab0ut these h0me m0vies.

Lecter keeps saying , "Y0u
looked , but didn't see."

- Lecter says a Iot of things.

Sad damn thing .

But we already knew that.

We can't afford to Iet Lecter waste 0ur-

- N0.

Again .

(dramatic orchestral music c0ntinues)

- [Ms. Harper] Your dissertation

must be nearly finíshed, Mr. Crane.

- [Dolarhyde] Nearly.

- It's so nice to finally

be able to connect a face with a name,

after all our correspondence.

But, y0u know, y0u don't l0ok at all

like l imagined you looked .

- What did you think I looked Iike?

- Different.

(s0ft pian0 music)

- Ah!

- Right there!

There.

Right there.

That's what he wanted the bolt cutter f0r.

To cut that padlock and go
in through the basement.

But that's a different do0r.

I d0n't get it.

The 0ne l saw was flush
steel with deadbolts.

- Jacobi had a new door installed .

Beginning of January, l think.

It's in here somewhere.

Think he cased the house while
the old door was still there?

- He brought the bolt cutter, didn't he?

He was sure he'd need it.

- Why case it two months in
advance and not check it again?

- I don't know.

He was ready with the bolt cutter,

just like at the Leeds' house.

Only there he was ready
with a glass cutter.

- He must've seen the glass
pane in the Leeds' kitchen door

when he was walking in the neighb0rh0od .

- N0.

You can't see that door from the yard .

There's a porch lattice in the way.

Jack, he knew the inside of the houses.

(dramatic 0rchestral music)

- Remarkable, isn't it?

200 years old .

Yet so fresh .

So vivid .

(dramatic 0rchestral music)

(s0ft pian0 music)

(d0or clicking)

(suspenseful 0rchestral music)

He almost looks alive, doesn't he?

(dramatic 0rchestral music)

(w0man gasping)

(ominous orchestral music)

(paper ripping)

- We've just g0tten a
report here from the...

(w0man screams)

(suspenseful 0rchestral music)

- Mr. Metcalf, do you still
have the Jac0bis' check stubs

and credít card statements?

We're looking for any kind
of service call or purchase

that might've required a stranger

to come into the house.

A repairman or delivery guy.

- [Metcal* Anybody in the house.

- [Crawford] Yeah.

- [Metcal* We checked.

- [Crawford] l know we
already checked that,

but now we've got to go back much further,

all the way to before January.

- [Metcal* Łast year's purchase orders.

- [Crawford] Yeah.

- No collar.
- But please hurry.

It's urgent.

- No collar.

- Metcalf says-
- No collar.

The d0g had no collar in a
neighborh0od full of d0gs,

but he knew which was theirs.

Same with the Jacobis' cat.

No collar, but he knew.

He knew about the padlock.

He knew ab0ut the pane of glass.

He knew the lay0ut.

He knew how t0 get in.

Every g0ddamn thing he
needed to know was on this...

Oh , Jesus.

Is Metcalf still on the phone?

Give it!

Byr0n , Byron , it's Graham .

Listen , y0u said Niles
Jacobi took a few keepsakes.

D0 y0u have a list?

- [Metcal* Yeah, right here.

- I need to kn0w if one
of the things he took

was a home video.

A full-length VHS tape,
compiled from shorter tapes.

- [Metcal* I see one videotape.

- Yes?

- [Metcal* But if says,
"Meet the Jacobis."

- It's Chromalux.

(dramatic 0rchestral music)

- We jusf g0t a fax.

An incident at the Bro0klyn Museum.

A guy attacked two
employees, and get this,

ate the Blake painting .

- What?

That's him .

It's got to be.

- If that painting meant so
much to him , why destr0y it?

And why didn't he kill th0se
two women at the museum?

They b0th g0t a good look at him.

- Maybe he's trying t0 st0p.

(suspenseful 0rchestral music)

(d0or clicking)

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(D0Iarhyde breathing heavily)

- Mr. Crawford , all y0u've got is a hunch .

L've g0t 382 employees,
and they've got a union.

I can't just turn y0u
guys l0ose on their files.

Not without a court order.

There are privacy issues here.

The company's exp0sure.

- One of the employees has
already killed 11 people,

that we know of.

If he gets away t0night,

what's the c0mpany's exposure on that?

- Let me get our lawyers d0wn here.

I'm sure y0u guys can w0rk s0mething-

- We don't have time for that.

- Listen to me.

We're I0oking for a white male, 25 to 35,

he's right-handed with brown hair.

- No-
- Listen!

Please.

This guy's very str0ng .

He's possibly a b0dybuilder.

He might have s0me kind
of facial disfigurement.

He drives a van or a panel truck.

- That sounds like Mr. D.

- Oh, my G0d .

- Who's Mr. D?

- Francis D0Iarhyde, he's our
Manager of Technical Services.

- What d0es that mean?

What does he do exactly?

- He maintains the equipment
for tape transfers.

- W0uld he have access to
people's home videotapes?

- He has access to every
tape that comes through here.

(dramatic 0rchestral music)

- Thanks f0r dinner, and
thanks f0r Ietting me vent.

- Hey, look, no problemo.

Reba, listen , l know it's
n0t my place t0 say this-

- Go 0n .

- Well , if D0Iarhyde is really
as m0ody as y0u say he is,

maybe y0u 0ught t0 keep a little distance.

I mean , what do you
really know about the guy?

- I appreciate y0ur c0ncern , Ralph.

Really.

And l promise l'Il give it some thought.

Hey, have a great vacation .

- Thanks.

See y0u in a week.

- G00d night.

(ominous orchestral music)

- [Ralph] l had a great time.

- [Reba] Good night.

- [Ralph] Go0d night!

(0min0us orchestral music continues)

(gun firing)

(suspenseful 0rchestral music)

(d0orbell ringing)

- Ralph , just 'cause
l'm feeling vulnerable,

(suspenseful 0rchestral music)

- Reba.

Wake up.

Y0u wandered around in the h0use

while l was asleep, didn't y0u?

- [Reba] What?

- The other night, did
you find something odd?

Did you take it and show it to s0mebody?

Did you do that?

- D?

What is it?

What's happening?

- Shhh .

Sit still or he'II hear us!

- Who will?

- He's upstairs.

He wants y0u , Reba.

I thought he was gone, but n0w he's back.

- D, y0u're scaring me.

- Shhh .

I didn't want to give you t0 him .

I did a thing f0r you today
so he couldn't have you.

I was wrong .

You made me weak and then you hurt me.

(sirens wailing)
(suspenseful 0rchestral music)

No.

N0, y0u can't have her!

- D, please don't let him have me.

Y0u won't.

I'm for you.

You Iike me.

I kn0w you like me.

Take me with you.

- Take you with me?

Yes.

Put out your hand .

Feel this.

That's a sh0tgun , Reba.

A 1 2-gauge magnum.

Do you kn0w what it'll d0?

(Reba whimpering)

I wish I could have trusted you .

I wanted t0 trust y0u .

You felt so good!

- S0 did you , D.

PIease don't hurt me now.

- It's all over for me.

(dramatic 0rchestral music)

(Reba gasps in panic)

- Where are you , D?

- I can't leave you to him.

Do you know what he'll do?

He'll bite you t0 death.

He'll hurt you so bad !

I can't let that happen .

It's better if y0u go with me.

- Yes, G0d , get us out 0f here!

- L'll sh00t y0u and then myself.

- Oh , D, no.

- I have to sh00t you .

- N0.

- I can't d0 it.

(dramatic 0rchestral music)

I can't do it.

(gun c0cking)

- D!

(gun firing)

(Reba gasping)

(suspenseful 0rchestral music)

(Reba gasping)

(Reba screaming)

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(clock chimes)

Three steps to the clock.

From the clock to the door, nine more.

Oh , God .

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(siren wailing)

- What is that?

What the hell is that?

- That's the place.

- Goddamn it!

- All units, that's his
house that's burning.

(siren wailing)
(suspenseful 0rchestral music)

- FB l !

Francis Dolarhyde!

Francis Dolarhyde!

Where is he?

- He's in there.

He's dead , he's dead .

- Y0u know that?

- He shot himself in the face.

I put my hand in it.

He set fire to the h0use.

He was on the floor, and I-

(explosion booming)

(dramatic 0rchestral music)

(Will coughing)

- [Man] You all right?

(dramatic 0rchestral music)

- [Will] All right, that's all l need.

But if it's all right, l'd
like to come back again

before l Ieave town .

See how you're d0ing.

- Sure, why not?

Who could resist a charmer Iike me?

- Y0u kn0w, whatever part
of him was still human

was 0nly kept alive because 0f y0u .

Y0u pr0bably saved some lives.

You didn't draw a freak.

Okay?

Y0u drew a man with a freak 0n his back.

- I should have kn0wn .

- N0, s0metimes you d0n't.

Trust me, l've been there myself.

(Reba sobbing)

Listen to me.

There was plenty wrong with D0larhyde,

but there's nothing wrong with you.

Except your hair.

(Reba laughing)

Your hair is a train wreck.

Can we please do something ab0ut that?

For next time, maybe?

Please?

That woulö be nice.

- [Reba] Thank you.

- [Will] Just get some rest.

Y0u're gonna be fine.

- We f0und this in his safe.

Th0ught y0u might want
to take the first look.

Y0u've earned it.

(dramatic 0rchestral music)

- When I read hisjournal, it was sad.

It was just so sad .

I couldn't help feeling sorry for him.

He wasn't born a monster.

This guy was made one
through years 0f abuse.

Hey.

- Hey, Dad , can we make s'm0res?

- S'mores?

- Yeah , s'mores.

- Yeah, you're on.
- All right.

- Go l00k in the pantry.

- Okay.

(telephone rings)

- Crawf0rd .
- Jack.

Those remains you found in the rubble.

They're not D0Iarhyde's.

- What are you talking about?

His g0ddamn dentures were there.

- But not his bones.

Wr0ng DNA.

- Then whose are they?

- Saint L0uis P. D. is I0oking f0r

a Chromalux employee named Ralph Mandy.

He was supposed to be on vacation ,

s0 n0body missed him f0r a week.

(Molly laughing)

- What is taking him s0 long?

- Are you kidding?

It takes him 20 minutes to
get out 0f bed in the morning .

- Yeah, but now l have a
serious marshmallow jones.

Hey, Josh, what are y0u d0ing?

(suspenseful 0rchestral music)

(telephone rings)

- [Molly] Hi.

We can't come to the phone
to the phone right now.

You know the deal.

Wait for the beep.

(machine beeping)

- [Crawford] Itfs Jack.

ItĘs Dolarhyde, Will.

He's still alive.

I'm scramblíng everythíng
that will roll or fly,

but it's gonna take time
to get them out there.

Will?

Christ, Will, where are you?

(suspenseful 0rchestral music)

(suspenseful 0rchestral music)

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

- Drop it.

D0 it n0w, gumsh0e.

(Josh grunting)

Your son is about to change.

Then your wife.

You can watch.

Then I'll take care of you .

- Look at y0u .

L've never seen a child
as disgusting as you !

You pissed your pants?

H0w dare you!

(J0sh crying)

Y0u dirty little beast.

You want me to cut it 0ff?

Is that what you want me to
d0 that, y0u little freak?

You want me to cut it 0ff?

Do you?

Don't cry at me, y0u little faggot!

Ap0logize!

Say, "l'm sorry, Daddy!

L'm a dirty little beast."

"I'm a freak."

Say it!

- N0.
- Say it!

- Dad !
- Say it

0r l will cut it off!

"I'm a dirty little beast.

Freak!

Harelip!

And no 0ne will ever love me."

(Josh grunting)

J0sh , run! (grunting)

(D0larhyde screaming)

Get down !

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

Y0u 0kay?

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(do0r thudding)

- [M0lly] Josh?

- [Josh] Mom?

- Shhh .

- WíII?

(suspenseful 0rchestral music)

Where are y0u guys?

I th0ught l heard some kind of. . .

Will?

- Molly, get down!

(guns firing)

(dramatic 0rchestral music)

- [Molly] Will !

(M0Ily gasps and sobs)

- [Will] (gasps) Sh0ot.

- What?

- Sh0ot him.

Shoot him .

(suspenseful 0rchestral music)

(gun firing)

(dramatic 0rchestral music)

(M0Ily sobbing)

(sirens wail)

- [J0sh] Mommy?

(M0Ily sobbing)

(sirens wailing)

- [Hannibal Voiceover] My dear Will.

You must be healed by now.

On the outside, at Ieast.

I hope youĘre not too ugly.

What a collecti0n 0f scars you have!

Never forget who gave
you the best of them.

And be grafeful.

Our scars have the power to
remind us the past was real.

We Iive in a primitive
time, don 't w*, Will?

Neither savage nor wise.

Half measures are the curse 0f it.

Any rational s0ciefy w0uld either kill me

or put me to some use.

Do you dream much, Will?

I thínk ofy0u often.

Your old friend, Hannibal Lecter.

(dramatic 0rchestral music)

- Hannibal?

There's someone here to see you.

Wants to ask a few questions.

I said y0u'd probably refuse.

A young woman.

Says she's from the FBl .

Though she's far too
pretty, if you ask me.

I'll tell her you said n0.

- What is her name?

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