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Serial Killer

Silence of the Lambs, MGM+, Strong Heart/Demme Production, Orion Pictures

MGM+ original film The Silence of the Lambs was released February 14th, 1991.

Silence of the Lambs, MGM+, Strong Heart/Demme Production, Orion Pictures
Silence of the Lambs, MGM+, Strong Heart/Demme Production, Orion Pictures
Silence of the Lambs, MGM+, Strong Heart/Demme Production, Orion Pictures

#SilenceoftheLambs cleared $272.7M at the international box office.





rottentomatoes: 95%

metacritic: 86

imdb: 8.6

oscars: 5 wins

golden globes: 1 win


Clarice Starling, The Silence of the Lambs, Amazon Prime Video, Strong Heart/Demme Production, Orion Pictures, Jodie Foster
Clarice Starling, The Silence of the Lambs, Amazon Prime Video, Strong Heart/Demme Production, Orion Pictures, Jodie Foster

Agent Clarice Starling

Clarice Starling joins the Behavioral Science branch of the FBI in Quantico, Virginia.

Best Actress in a Leading Role

1 win: 1992


Best Performance by an Actress in a Motion Picture – Drama

1 win: 1992

Clarice Starling, The Silence of the Lambs, Amazon Prime Video, Strong Heart/Demme Production, Orion Pictures, Jodie Foster

“Thank you, sir. Hey. Yes, sir. Okay. Good morning, Mr. Crawford. I hope so. They haven’t posted any grades yet. Yes, sir. A-minus, sir. Yes, very much, sir. Very much. Not yet, sir. And who’s the subject? Hannibal the Cannibal. Okay. Excuse me, sir, but why the urgency? Lecter’s been in prison for so many years now. Is there some connection between him and Buffalo Bill maybe? Yes, sir. And what is that?” — Clarice Starling

“Well. Well, I’m sure this is a great town, Dr. Chilton, but, uh, my instructions are to talk to Dr. Lecter and report back this afternoon. What do you mean, sir? I graduated from UVA, Doctor. It is not a charm school. Yes, I understand, sir. Dr. Chilton. If Lecter feels that you’re his enemy, then, uh, well, maybe we’ll have more luck if I go in by myself. What do you think? Yes, sir, but then I– I would have missed the pleasure of your company, sir. Yes, he did. Clarice Starling. Thank you. I will. Oh, yes. That’s very good. Thank you.” — Clarice Starling

“Dr. Lecter, my name is Clarice Starling. My I speak with you? I am, yes, sir. Certainly. I’m still in training at the Academy. Yes. I’m a student. I’m here to learn from you. Maybe you can decide for yourself whether or not I’m qualified enough to do that. He said, ‘I can smell your cunt.’ Did you do all these drawing, Doctor? All that detail just from memory, sir? Well, perhaps you’d care to lend us your view on this questionnaire, sir. I’m only asking you to look at this, Doctor. Either you will or you won’t. Well, it started as a bad joke in Kansas City Homicide. They said, ‘this one likes to skin his humps.’ It excites him. Most serial killers keep some sort of trophies from their victims. No. No, you ate yours. No. I– I thought that your knowledge…” — Clarice Starling

“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… why don’t you look at yourself and write down what you see? Maybe you’re afraid to. Then do this test for me. And what is that, Doctor? Doctor.” — Clarice Starling

“Daddy! Did you get any bad guys today, Daddy? Aw, shoot.” — Clarice Starling

“Turn around! Hands behind your back! Thumbs up. In the corner, sir. No, sir. 3109. Breaking doors or windows to enter or exit. Crawford? Thanks, Ardelia. Sir? Dead? How? Yeah, I’m– I’m still here, sir. I just… I don’t know how to feel about this. Uh, well, Lecter altered or destroyed most of his patients’ histories prior to capture, so there’s no record of anyone named Mofet. But, uh, I thought the ‘yourself’ reference was, uh, 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.” — Clarice Starling

“So nobody’s been in here since 1980? Yes, I won’t disturb anything. I promise. I’ll be out of here before you know it. Yes, actually, you can. It’s stuck. What about him? Great. You just stay here. I’ll be back in one minute. It’s stuck. Hand me that flashlight, sir. Oh. Um… if this door should fall down or anything else, uh, this is the number for our Baltimore field office. Now, they know that you’re with me. You call them if anything should happen.” — Clarice Starling

“Thank you. 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. How did you… it’s nothing. It’s just a scratch. Dr. Lecter, whose head is in that bottle? Why, do you know something about him? Why don’t we talk about Miss Mofet? You wanted me to find him. If you didn’t kill him, then who did, sir? His dress, uh, makeup… Raspail was a transvestite? Scared at first, then, exhilarated. I never thought about it. That doesn’t interest me, Doctor. Frankly, it’s– it’s the sort of thing Miggs would say. What happened to your drawings? What did you mean by transformation, Doctor? What did you mean by fledgling killer? Are you saying that he’s killed again? You know who he is, don’t you? Tell me who decapitated your patient, Doctor.” — Clarice Starling

“Where? Well, he’s a white male. Serial killers tend to hunt within their own ethnic groups. He’s not a drifter. He’s got his own house, somewhere, not an apartment. What he does with them takes privacy. He’s in his 30s or 40s. He’s got real physical strength, combined with an older man’s, uh, self-control. He’s– he’s cautious, precise. And he’s never impulsive. He’ll never stop. He’s got a real taste for it now. He’s getting better at his work. Yes, sir. You haven’t mentioned anything about the information contained in my report or Dr. Lecter’s offer, sir. That’s why you sent me in there, is it? To get his help on Buffalo Bill, sir? Well, if that was the case, then I just… I just wish I was in on it. That’s all.” — Clarice Starling

“Excuse me! Excuse me, gentlemen. You officers and gentlemen, listen here now. There’s things we need to do for her. I know that you all brought her this far and that her folks would thank you if they could for– for your kindness and your sensitivity. And now, please, go on now and let us take care of her. Go on, now. Thank you. Thank you. Bill. Star-shaped contact entrance wound over the, uh, sternum. Uh, muzzle stamp at the top. ‘Wrongful death.’ Well, she’s not local. Her ears are pierced three times, and there’s, uh… glitter nail polish. It looks like town to me. Two of her fingernails are broken off, and there’s, uh, there’s dirt or grit under them. She’s got something in her throat. Not unless somebody shoved it in there. Victim’s skin removed this time in two large diamond-shaped sections above the buttocks. Stellate exit wound level with the second or third thoracic vertebrae approximately six inches from the right shoulder blade. It matters, Mr. Crawford. Cops look at you to see how to act. It matters.” — Clarice Starling

“Ligature marks found around the wrists, not around the ankles. This would indicate that the skinning was postmortem. If the beetle moves one of your men, does that still count? It was found behind the soft palate of a murder victim. The body was in the Elk River, West Virginia. I’m afraid I can’t tell you any more about that. I try to be a student, Dr. Pilcher. Are you hitting on me, Doctor? And where does it come from? Asia? Excuse me. If he sees Katherine as a person and not just an object, it’s harder to tear her up.” — Clarice Starling

“Sir, I told you, this is just a routine follow-up on the Raspail case. I understand that, sir. This is the number for the U.S. Attorney’s office. Please, either you discuss this with him, or you let me do my job. Do you understand? If your profile helps us catch Buffalo Bill in time to save Catherine Martin, the senator promises you a transfer to the V.A. Hospital at Oneida Park, New York, with a view of the woods nearby. Maximum security still applies, of course. You’d have reasonable access to books. Best of all, though. One week of the year, you get to leave the hospital and go here. Plum Island. Every day of that week you may walk on the beach, you may swim in the ocean for up to one hour, under SWAT team surveillance, of course. And there you have it. A copy of the Buffalo Bill case file. A copy of the senator’s offer. This offer is non-negotiable and final. If Catherine Martin dies, you get nothing.” — Clarice Starling

“That’s only part of the island. There’s a very, very nice beach. Terns nest there. There’s beautiful… hmm. Go, Doctor. The death of my father. He was a town marshal, and one night he surprised two burglars coming out of the back of a drugstore. They shot him. No. He was very strong. He lasted more than a month. My mother died when I was very young, so my father had become the whole world to me, and when he left me, I had nothing. I was ten years old. Quid pro quo, Doctor. Yes. They all were. She had an object deliberately inserted into her throat. Now, that hasn’t been made public yet. We don’t know what it means. Yes. A moth. Just like the one we found in Benjamin Raspail’s head an hour ago. Why does he place them there, Doctor? There’s no correlation in literature between transsexualism and violence. Transsexuals are very passive… no. Tell me why.” — Clarice Starling

“I went to live with my mother’s cousin and her husband in Montana. They had a ranch. Sheep and horses. Two months. I ran away. No. He was a very decent man. Quid pro quo, Doctor. And you said that I was very close to the way we would catch him. What did you mean, Doctor? On what basis would they reject him?” — Clarice Starling


Hannibal Lecter, The Silence of the Lambs, Amazon Prime Video, Strong Heart/Demme Production, Orion Pictures, Anthony Hopkins

Dr. Hannibal Lecter

Best Actor in a Leading Role

1 win: 1992

Best Performance by an Actor in a Motion Picture – Drama

1 nomination: 1992

“Good morning. You’re one of Jack Crawford’s, aren’t you? May I see your credentials? Closer, please. Closer. That expires in one week. You’re not real FBI, are you? Jack Crawford sent a trainee to me? Mmm. That is rather slippery of you, Agent Starling. Sit, please. Now, then. Tell me, what did Miggs say to you? Multiple Miggs in the next cell. He hissed at you. What did he say? I see. I myself cannot. You use Evyan skin cream. And sometimes you wear L’Air du Temps, but not today. Ah! That is the Duomo, seen from the Belvedere. You know Florence? Memory, Agent Starling, is what I have instead of a view. Oh, no, no, no, no, no. You were doing fine. You had been courteous and receptive to courtesy. You had established trust with the embarrassing truth about Miggs. And now this ham-handed segue into your questionnaire. It won’t do. Yeah. Jack Crawford must be very busy indeed, if he is recruiting help from the student body. Busy hunting that new one, Buffalo Bill. What a naughty boy he is. Do you know why he’s called Buffalo Bill? Please tell me. The newspapers won’t say. Why do you think he removes their skins, Agent Starling? Enthrall me with your acumen. I didn’t. You send that through now. Hmm. Oh, Agent Starling, you think you can dissect me with this blunt, little tool? You’re so ambitious, aren’t you? You know what you look like to me with your good bag and your cheap shoes? You look like a rube. A well-scrubbed, hustling rube with a little taste. Good nutrition has given you some length of bone, but you’re not more than one generation from poor white trash, are you, Agent Sterling? And that accent you’ve tried to desperately to shed, pure West Virginia. What does your father do? Is he a coal miner? Does he stink of the lamp?”

“And, oh, 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. 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. Agent Starling! Come back! Agent Starling! Agent Starling! I would not have had that happen to you. Discourtesy is unspeakably ugly to me. No, but I will make you happy. I’ll give you a chance for what you love most. Advancement, of course. Now listen carefully. Look deep within yourself, Clarice Starling. Go seek out Miss Mofet, an old patient of mine. M-o-f-e-t. Go now. I don’t think Miggs could manage again quite so soon, even though he is crazy. Go now!”

“Your bleeding has stopped. Why don’t you ask me about Buffalo Bill? I might, If I saw the case file. You could get that for me. His real name is Benjamin Raspail. A former patient of mine, whose romantic attachments ran to, shall we say, the exotic. I did not kill him, I assure you. Merely tucked him away very much as I found him, after he’d missed three appointments. Who can say? Best thing for him, really. His therapy was going nowhere. In life? Oh, no. Garden variety manic-depressive. Tedious. Very tedious. And I 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? Jack Crawford is helping your career, isn’t he? Apparently, he likes you, and you like him, too. Do you think Jack Crawford wants you sexually? True, he is much older, but do you think he visualizes scenarios, exchanges, fucking you? Not anymore. Thank you, Barney. 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. 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.”

“I’m offering you a psychological profile on Buffalo Bill, based on the case evidence. I’ll help you catch him, Clarice. 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.”

“‘Plum Island Animal Disease Research Center.’ Sounds charming. Terns? If I help you, Clarice, it will be ‘turns’ with us, too. Quid pro quo. I tell you things, you tell me things. Not about this case, though. About yourself. Quid pro quo. Yes or no? Yes or no, Clarice? Poor little Catherine is waiting. What is your worst memory of childhood? Tell me about it. And don’t lie, or I’ll know. Was he killed outright? You’re very frank, Clarice. I think it would be quite something to know you in private life. So tell me about Miss West Virginia. Was she a large girl? Big through the hips? Roomy? What else? Was it a butterfly? The significance of the moth is change. Caterpillar into chrysalis or pupa, and from thence into beauty. Our Billy wants to change, too. Clever girl. You’re so close to the way you’re gonna catch him. Do you realize that?”

“After your father’s murder, you were orphaned. What happened next? I don’t imagine the answer is on those second-rate shoes, Clarice. Was it a cattle ranch? How long did you live there? Why so briefly? Why, Clarice? Did the rancher make you perform fellatio? Did he sodomize you? Billy is not a real transsexual. But he thinks he is. He tries to be. He’s tried to be a lot of things, I expect. There are three major centers for transsexual surgery. Johns Hopkins the University of Minnesota, and Columbus Medical Center. I wouldn’t be surprised if Billy had applied for sex reassignment at one or all of them and been rejected. Look for severe childhood disturbances associated with violence. Our Billy wasn’t born a criminal, Clarice. He was made one through years of systematic abuse. Billy hates his own identity, you see, and he thinks that makes him a transsexual. But his pathology is a thousand time more savage and more terrifying.”


Jack Crawford, The Silence of the Lambs, Amazon Prime Video, Strong Heart/Demme Production, Orion Pictures, Scott Glenn

Jack Crawford

“Starling. Clarice M. Good morning. Sorry to pull you off of the course at such short notice. Your instructors tell me you’re doing well. Top quarter of your class. A job’s come up, and I thought about you. Not a job, really. More of an interesting errand. Sit down. I remember you from my seminar at UVA. You grilled me pretty hard, as I recall, on the Bureau’s civil rights record in the Hoover years. I gave you an ‘A.’ Let’s see. Double major, psych and criminology. Graduated magna. Summer internships at the Reitzinger Clinic. It says here when you graduate, you want to come to work for me in Behavioral Science. We’re interviewing all the serial killers now in custody for a psycho-behavioral profile. It could be a real help in unsolved cases. Most of them have been happy to talk to us. Do you spook easily, Starling? See, the one we want most, refuses to cooperate. I want you to go after him again today in the asylum. The psychiatrist Hannibal Lecter. I don’t expect him to talk to you, but I have to be able to say we tried. So if he won’t cooperate, I want just straight reporting. How’s he look? How’s his cell look? Is he sketching, drawing? If he is, what’s he sketching? Here’s a dossier on Lecter. A copy of our questionnaire and a special ID for you. Have your memo on my desk by 0800 Wednesday. I wish there were. I want your full attention, Starling. Be very careful with Hannibal Lecter. Dr. Chilton at the asylum will go over all the physical procedures used with him. Do not deviate from them for any reason whatsoever, and you’re to 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.”

“Starling? Miggs is dead. The orderly heard Lecter whispering to him all afternoon, and Miggs crying. They found him at bed check. He’d swallowed his own tongue. Starling? 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?”

“He keeps them alive for three days. We don’t know why. There’s no evidence of rape or physical abuse prior to death. All the mutilation you see there is postmortem. Okay, 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 he took the trouble to weight down, so actually, she was the third girl found. After her, he got lazy. Okay. Let’s see. Circles where the girls were abducted, arrows where their bodies were found. This new one today washed up here. Elk River, West Virginia.”

“Look at him, Starling. Tell me what you see. Why? Why not? Not bad, Starling. Questions? I’m considering it. If I sent you in there with an actual agenda, Lecter would have known it instantly. He would’ve toyed with you, then turned to stone.”

“Sheriff Perkins. Jack Crawford, FBI. Special Agent Terry, Agent Starling. We appreciate being invited to your jurisdiction. Sheriff, this type of sex crime has certain aspects. Id’ just as soon discuss in private. You know what I mean? Starling, we’re back here. Yeah. We’ll be sending in a minute. I need a six-way linkup. Chicago, Detroit… okay, good. Yeah, that’s right. West Virginia. Elk River. Stand by for transmission. Ray. Doctor, Lamar, let’s take a look at her. Okay, Starling. What else do you see, Starling? Ray, get pictures of her teeth. We’ll fax them through Missing Persons. What is that, some kind of seedpod? Different configuration than the other victims. Get close-ups. Starling? When– when I told that sheriff we shouldn’t talk in front of a woman, that really burned you, didn’t it? It was just smoke, Starling. I had to get rid of him. Point taken.”


Warden Chilton

“Oh, he’s a monster. A pure psychopath. So rare to capture one alive. From a research point of view, Lecter is our most prized asset. You know, we get a lot of detectives here, but I must say, I can’t ever remember one as attractive. Will you be in Baltimore overnight? Because this can be quite a fun town if you have the right guide. I see. Let’s make this quick, then. We’ve tried to study him, of course, but he’s much too sophisticated for the standard tests. Oh, my, does he hate us! He thinks I’m his nemesis. Crawford’s very clever, isn’t he? Using you. A pretty young woman to turn him on. I don’t believe Lecter’s even seen a woman in eight years. And, oh, are you ever his taste. So to speak. Good. Then you should be able to remember the rules. Do not touch the glass. Do not approach the glass. You pass him nothing but soft paper. No pencils or pens. No staples or paper clips on his paper. Use the sliding food carrier. No exceptions. If he attempts to pass you anything, do not accept it. Do you understand me? 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 leaned over him, he did this to her. The doctors managed to reset her jaw, more or less, save one of her eyes. His pulse never got above 85, even when he ate her tongue. I keep him in here. You might have suggested this in my office and saved me the time. When she’s finished, bring her out.”

“What you’re doing, Miss Starling, is coming into my hospital to conduct an interview and refusing to share information with me for the third time. He is my patient. I have rights. Look, I am not just some turnkey, Miss Starling.”

“You still think you’re gonna walk on some beach and see the birdies? No, I don’t think so. I called Senator Ruth Martin. She never heard of any deal with you. They scammed you, Hannibal. Stand outside and shut the door. Barney. There never was a deal with Senator Martin, but there is now. I designed it. Of course, I worked in a few conditions for my own benefit as well. Identify Buffalo Bill by name and if the girl is found in time, Senator Martin will have you transferred to Brushy Mountain State Prison in Tennessee. Answer me, Hannibal.”


Catherine Martin

“♪ After all it was a great big world ♪ With lots of places to run to ♪ Yeah, and if she had to die ♪ Trying she ♪ Had one little promise she was gonna keep ♪ Oh, yes ♪ All right ♪ Take is easy, baby ♪ Make it last all night ♪ She was an American girl ♪”

“Hey little cheeper. I’ll be right there. Can I help you with that? Sure. That’s all right. You look kind of handicapped. Okay. Yeah. Okay. Is this good? Okay. Sorry?”

“Where are you? Let me out of here! Please don’t leave! Talk to me, please! Why won’t you answer me? Please!”

“Mister, my family will pay cash. Whatever ransom you’re asking for, they’ll pay it. Okay, okay, okay. Okay. I’m there. Okay. Mister, if you let me go, I won’t– I won’t press charges. I promise. See, my mom is a real important woman. I guess you already know that. Please! Please! I want to go home. I want to go home, please! Please, I want to… I want to see my mommy! Please. I want to see my mother again. I want to– I want to see my mommy.”


Buffalo Bill, The Silence of the Lambs, Amazon Prime Video, Strong Heart/Demme Production, Orion Pictures, Ted Levine

Buffalo Bill

“Oh, shoot. Goddamn it. Perfect! Jesus. Would you? Thank you. Yeah. I got it this far. I just can’t get it up in the truck. Here. Just grab this. Good. Just set it down. That’s good. Uh, get in the truck. I want to push it all the way up. I really appreciate this. Thank you. All right. Thank you. Just go all the way back. Yeah, that’s good. That’s great. Say, are you about a size 14? Good. Oh, good. Good.”

“It rubs the lotion oh its skin. It does this whenever it’s told. It rubs the lotion on its skin, or else it gets the hose again. Yes, she will, Precious. She will get the hose. Now it places the lotion in the basket. It places the lotion in the basket. Put the fucking lotion in the basket!”


Clarice’s Father

“Hey, Bill. Hey. Hey, Clarice. How are you? No, angel, they all got away.”


Elk River, West Virginia

“Excuse me. Sheriff Perkins, these are the FBI people. I didn’t call you. That was somebody from the State Attorney’s office. We’ll extend you every courtesy, but right now…”

“Oscar, fetch Dr. Akin from the chapel. Yes, sir. Tell Lamar to come on when he’s finished playing his music. What? What? Oh, Jesus.”

“Wrongful death. She’ll have to go to the state pathologist at Claxton. Well, I better get back to that service. Lamar will help you. Lord Almighty. Right. Let’s do another. When a body comes out of the water, lots of times there’s, like, leaves and things in the mouth. No, sir. That’s a bug cocoon. There’s no way that could get way down in there like that. She’ll be easier to print when we turn her over. Lamar, will you give me a hand with this? Yes, sir, I will. Oh, Jack. What do you make of these?”

“Time, Pilch. My move. No fair. You lured him with produce. Tough noogies. Still my turn. Nice and slow, baby. Of course it counts. How do you play? Agent Starling? Where the heck did this come from? It’s practically mush. It’s Buffalo Bill, isn’t it? We heard about it on the radio. You mean this is like a clue from a real murder case? Cool! Just ignore him. He’s not a Ph.D. A Sphingid. Ceratomia, maybe. Boy, he’s a big sucker. Okay. Let’s check morphology. Uh-huh. What do you do when you’re not detecting, Agent Starling? You ever go out for cheeseburgers and beer? The amusing house wine? Yes. Got you. What do you got, Roden? Agent Starling, meet Mr. Acherontia styx. Weird. Better known to his friends at the Death’s Head Moth. That’s what’s strange. They only live in Asia. In this country, they’d have to be specially raised from imported eggs. Somebody grew this guy, fed him honey and nightshade, kept him warm. Somebody loved him.”


Baltimore, Maryland

“Hi. I’m Barney. He told you, don’t get near the glass? Mm-hmm. Nice to meet you, Clarice. You can hang your coat here if you like. He’s past the others. The last cell. You keep to the right. I put out a chair for you. I’ll be watching. You’ll do fine.”

“Hi. I can smell your cunt. I bit my wrist so I could die. Look at the blood! Gotcha! Miggs! You stupid fuck! Hannibal the Cannibal!”

“Unit 31 was leased for 10 years, prepaid in full. The contract is in the name of a Miss Hester Mofet. Not to my knowledge. Privacy is a great concern to my customers. Can I help you? We could return tomorrow with my son. I would ask my driver to help you, but he detests physical labor. Yes, Miss Starling.”

“Clarice. They’re waiting for you. Watch yourself.”


Quantico, Virginia

“Starling! Starling! Crawford wants to see you in his office. Clarice. You looking for Crawford? He should be back in a couple minutes. Why don’t you wait in his office?”

“FBI! Hands up! Don’t move! You’re dead, Starling. Johnson, good job. Good entry. Good commands. Starling, where’s your danger area? Did you check the corner? That’s the reason you’re dead. 3109. Rule 404… Clarice, phone. It’s the guru. Yeah.”

“Hold! Starling! Outside. Let’s go. Cindy, in the ring for Starling. Let’s go! Saddle up. Pack your field gear. You’re moving out. You’re going with Crawford. Found a girl’s body down in West Virginia. Been in the water about a week. Looks like a Buffalo Bill-type situation.”

“Is this working?”

“Good morning. I’m Donna Ferucchi. I’m Gene Cassel with sports. And I’m Tim Langhorn. Our top story for this morning. Catherine Martin, the 25-year-old daughter of Senator Ruth Martin, listed first as a missing person, is now believed to have been kidnapped by the serial killer known only as Buffalo Bill. Memphis police sources indicate that the missing girl’s blouse has been identified, sliced up in the back in what has become a kind of grim, all-too-familiar calling card. Young Catherine Martin, as we’ve said, is the only daughter of U.S. Senator Ruth Martin, the Republican junior senator from Tennessee. And while her kidnapping is not, at this point, considered to be politically motivated, it has stirred the government to its highest levels. Reached for a comment on the sky slopes of Stowe, Vermont, the president himself said to be, and I quote, ‘intensely concerned.’ Just moments ago, Senator Martin taped this dramatic personal plea.”

“I’m speaking now to the person who is holding my daughter. Catherine is very gentle and kind. Talk to her, and you’ll see. You have the power. You are in charge. I know you can feel love and compassion. You have a wonderful chance to show the whole world that you can be merciful as well as strong, that you’re big enough to treat Catherine better than the world has treated you. You have that power. Please. My daughter is Catherine. Boy, that’s smart. Release her unharmed. Jesus, that’s really smart. She keeps repeating the name. Please. Release my little girl.”