Hannibal

Sometimes...

Dr. Lecter and I would talk|when things got quiet enough...

about the science courses|I was taking, and--

Some kind of mail-order courses|in psychology, Nurse Barney?

Some kind of mail-order courses|in psychology, Nurse Barney?

No, sir.

See, I don't consider|psychology a science...

and neither did Dr. Lecter.

Now, Barney, while you|were working at the asylum...

you observed Clarice Starling|and Hannibal Lecter interacting.

you observed Clarice Starling|and Hannibal Lecter interacting.

Interacting?

Talking to one another.

Yes. It seemed to me that they--

I see you're eager to justify|your consulting fee...

but why don't we start|with what you saw...

not what you thought about|what you saw?

Cordell, don't be like that.

Barney can give us his opinion.

Barney, give us your opinion|of what you saw.

What was it between them?

Most of the time...

Dr. Lecter didn't respond at all|to visitors.

He'd just, for instance...

open his eyes long enough|to insult some academic...

who was there to look over him.

With Starling,|he answered her questions.

She interested him.

She intrigued him.

He thought she was|charming and amusing.

Clarice Starling|and Hannibal Lecter...

became friendly?

Inside a kind|of formal structure, yes.

And he was fond of her?

Thank you, Barney.

Thank you very much|for your candor.

And keep all those|wonderful items...

from your personal Lecter|treasure trove coming.

I've enjoyed them immensely.

Mr. Verger.

I almost forgot.

I might be able|to get a cookie down.

What do you say, Cordell?

I think it would kill you.

How much?

thousand.

Cordell...

cut a check for $250,000.

How can she sleep|at a time like this?

She was on a jump-out squad|all night.

She's saving her strength.

No problem, sir.

We got some guy named Bolton|from the D.C. Police.

All right, everyone,|pay attention.

Here's the layout.

Excuse me.|I'm Officer Bolton, D.C. Police.

I see that from your badge.|How do you do?

I'm in charge here.

Officer Bolton,|I'm Special Agent Starling.

So we don't get off|on the wrong foot...

Let me explain why|we're all here.

I'm here|because I know Evelda Drumgo.

I've arrested her twice|on RICO warrants.

DEA and ATF,|in addition to backing me up...

are here for the drugs|and the weapons.

You're here because our mayor|wants to appear tough on drugs--

especially after his own|cocaine conviction--

and hopes he can accomplish that|by having you join us today.

You got a smart mouth, lady.

Officer, if you wouldn't mind...

I'd appreciate it|if you'd let me continue.

All right, take a look.

Fish market--|back's on the water.

Across the street, ground floor,|is the meth lab.

Evelda Drumgo is HIV positive.

She will spit and bite|if she's cornered, so watch it.

If you happen to be the one|who puts her in a patrol car...

in front of the news cameras,|Officer Bolton...

you don't want|to push her head down.

She'll likely have a needle|in her hair.

We want to take her inside,|not out in the street.

We can get closest with the van.

If it looks good,|on my signal...

we hit the front,|DEA hits the back...

D.C.P.D. backing them up.

She'll have her watchers out|at least three blocks around.

They've tipped her before|in time...

so let's not make spectacles|of ourselves.

-Pretty busy today.|-I agree.

Can I please get|a cup of coffee?

-Did you see that?|-That's a roger.

What's up, man?

God damn it. It's her--

with three guys.|They're all packing.

She's carrying something.

She's got a baby.

Hey, Brigham,|it's too crowded.

There are too many people.

I say we call it off.|What do you say?

I agree.

All units, stand down.

-Whiskey Team copies.|-Burke copy.

This is Bolton. Stay on target.

I said all units stand down,|Bolton, right now.

-Too late. We're moving in.|-Bolton, it's off.

Stand down now.

She's carrying a baby.

All units stand down.

Keep that gun down, Bolton.

Dude got a piece.|Light his ass up.

It's a go. FBI!

Hold it!

Hold your fire!

Don't!

Evelda, get out of the car!

Starling, is that you?

Step away from the car!

Show me your hands, Evelda.

Please...

show me your hands.

How have you been?

Don't do this.

Do what?

It's all right. It's OK.

I know, I know.

Baby, I know. It's OK.

Friends, family, and co-workers|gathered here this morning...

at Arlington|National Cemetery...

to bury BATF agent|John Brigham...

shot and killed|in the line of duty Friday.

He was forty years old.

This ill-fated drug raid that|claimed his life and 5 others...

is the latest in a seemingly|endless series of incidents...

beginning with Waco, Texas...

in which the Justice Department|and the FBI...

have been questioned|about their use of firepower...

rather than judgment.

This time, it was FBI Special|Agent Clarice Starling...

heading up the calamitous|strike force.

Starling attained some measure|of celebrity ten years ago...

when she was given|information...

by Dr. Hannibal|"the Cannibal" Lecter...

which led to the rescue|of Catherine Martin...

daughter of the former|U.S. senator from Tennessee.

However, when she returns|to work later this week...

she won't be so celebrated.

Attorney Telford Higgins...

representing one of the families|of those slain...

says he will file|a wrongful death suit.

Yes, sir.

Get me the Justice Department.

Agent Starling?

This is John Eldridge from DEA.

Assistant Director Noonan,|of course, you know.

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