Red Dragon

will come as a welcome surprise.

As for me, when you want a good laugh,

you will find me in fine state--

Fat and sleek,

A true hog of Epicurus's herd.

And we find you cribbing lines from Horace as well.

Well done,John.

I must say, Hannibal, speaking for the rest of the herd--

I'm sorry. For the symphony board. Oh.

These little soirees of yours are always the highlight of our year.

Just so. Yes.

-You're too kind. -I do feel a bit guilty enjoying such a lovely evening...

when one of our musicians is still listed as a "Missing Person."

- Yes. Poor Fellow. - Shall I confess something wicked?

I can't help feeling just the tiniest bit, well,

relieved.

It sounds awful, I know, but--

let's face it-- so does the man's playing.

Hannibal, confess.

What is this divine-looking amuse bouche?

If I tell you,

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

So, bon appétit.

Bon appétit.

Mmm.

Special Agent Graham. What an unexpected pleasure.

I'm sorry to bother you again, Dr. Lecter. I know it's very late.

There's no bother. We're both night owls, I think.

Come in, please. Thank you.

Let me take your coat.

So, what's on your mind?

We've been on the wrong track this whole time, Doctor, you and I.

Our whole profile's wrong.

We've been looking for someone with a crazy grudge...

and some kind of anatomical knowledge.

Decertified doctors, med-school dropouts, laid-off mortuary workers.

From the precision of the cuts, yes, and his choice of souvenirs.

That's where we're off-target. He's not collecting body parts.

Then why keep them?

He's not keeping them. He's eating them.

No, listen. We were at Molly's parents for New Year's,

and Molly's dad was showing my son,Josh, how to carve a roasted chicken.

Yeah? 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-- "oysters."

Then suddenly, I 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 you shared this with the Bureau?

No. I-I needed to see you first, but I'm right.

I know I'm right. I'm-I'm starting to be able to think like this one.

Yeah, that's fascinating. You know, I'd always suspected as much.

You are an eidetiker.

I'm-I'm not psychic, Doctor.

No, no, no. This is different,

more akin to artistic imagination.

You're able to assume the emotional point of view of other people,

even those that might scare or sicken you.

It's a troubling gift, I should think.

How I'd love to get you on my couch.

Something still doesn't make sense to me.

You're the best forensic psychiatrist I know.

And somehow, in all our time together, this possibility never occurred to you.

Well, I am only human, Will. Perhaps I have made a mistake.

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

Now I'm starting to think that I might no longer enjoy your full confidence.

No, no. I did-- I didn't say that. I didn't--

I don't-- I don't know what I'm saying.

I'm very, very tired.

I-I almost had it.

It'll come to you. Look, why don't you come back in the morning?

I'll clear some time on my schedule. Then we can get started on revising our profile.

Sound good? Yeah.

You rest here, and I'll get your coat.

Won't be a tick.

Shh.

Don't move.

You're in shock now. I don't want you to feel any pain.

In a moment, you'll begin to be lightheaded, then drowsy.

Don't resist. It's so gentle, like slipping into a warm bath.

Shh.

I regret it came to this, Will.

But every game must have its ending.

Shh.

Remarkable boy. I do admire your courage.

Oh! I think I'll eat your heart.

Oh! Oh!

Hey, Dad. Someone's here.

Hey.

You've got a beautiful setup here, Will. Yeah. It's good.

You know why I'm here?

Yeah. I can guess. How 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.

Circumstances were similar.

Not similar. The same.

What have you kept out of the papers?

He smashes mirrors and uses the pieces.

Wears latex gloves, so we've got no prints. Size-11 shoe.

He's not too comfortable with locks.

Pried open a patio door in Birmingham. Used a glass cutter in Atlanta.

Oh, and his blood's AB positive.

Somebody hurt him? Nope.

We typed him from semen and saliva. He's a secretor.

Tell me something, Will. You knew what this was.

Did you ever consider picking up the phone and maybe giving me a call?

You've got all the people you need.

You've got Dortmund up at Harvard. You've got Bloom in Chicago.

And I've got you down here fixing fuckin' boat motors.

Yeah. I like fixing boat motors.

I wouldn't be very useful to you anyway.

I don't think about this stuff anymore. Really?

Last two we had, you caught.

By doing the same things you and the other guys are doing.

That's not entirely true. It's the way you think.

Come on. There's been a lot of bullshit about the way I think.

I've got technicians that can examine evidence, but you've got that other thing.

Imagination, projection, whatever. Yeah.

I know you don't like that part of it. You wouldn't like it either.

This freak killed the Jacobis in Birmingham on Saturday night, February 25. Full moon.

He killed the Leeds family in Atlanta a few nights ago.

March 28. That's one day short of a lunar month.

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 look.

Then help me brief the locals. That's it.

Crawford has the whole damn government. What does he need you for?

He just wants me to look at some evidence, Molly,

give him another point of view.

It's-- It's a few days-- a week maybe-- and I'll be right back.

- And you believe that? - Yes.

I mean-- Look it, these kinds of cases come along very rarely.

- And I've had experience. - Yes, you have.

You're paid up, Will. All of us, even Josh.

There's a chance that I can help them save some lives.

How do I say no to that?

This one--

This one will never see me or know my name.

I'll just help them find him. The cops will have to take him down, not me.

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

Never in your life.

I know you.

Come on. Come here. Come here.

I love you. See you in a few days.

Okay. I'll call you tonight.

Bye, Dad.

Where's the dog? No one heard barking.

There's nothing about it in the case file.

The intruder enters in the dark and cuts Charles Leeds's throat.

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

disabling her but not killing her.

He leaves her to watch her husband die...

and turns and goes down the hall.

The children were st--

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

which might indicate that he used a silencer.

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.

Small pieces of mirror were inserted in the orbital sockets of the victims.

This occurred postmortem.

Why did you put mirrors in their eyes?

The pieces of mirror make their eyes look alive.

He-He wanted an audience.

He-He wanted them all lined up watching him...

when he-- when he touched her.

When he touched her.

Touch-Touch--

Talcum powder. There was talcum powder.

"Mrs. Leeds had traces of talcum found on her right inner thigh.

A complete search of the home led to no such matching talcum in the house."

You took your gloves off, didn't you? You son of a bitch.

You took your gloves off. You touched her with your bare hand, and then you wiped her down.

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

Crawford. Hey.

Are the Leedses' bodies still at the morgue? Yeah.

Who do we have down here that's really good with latent prints?

Atlanta P.D., but they've already printed the bodies.

Not the bodies. Tell them to check the eyes--

Mrs. Leeds's eyes, even her corneas.

I-I think he took his gloves off,Jack. I think he had to touch her.

Jesus, Will.

Gentlemen, ladies.