The Silence of the Lambs Page #4

CRAWFORD:

Now. I want your full attention,

Starling. Are you listening to me?

CLARICE:

Yes sir.

CRAWFORD:

Be very careful with Hannibal Lecter.

Dr. Chilton at the asylum will go

over the physical procedures used

with him. Do not deviate from them,

for any reason. You 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.

CLARICE:

(a bit unnerved)

And what is that, sir?

CHILTON (V.O.)

Oh, he's a monster. A pure

psychopath...

CUT TO:

INT. CHILTON'S OFFICE - BALTIMORE STATE HOSPITAL FOR THE

CRIMINALLY INSANE - DAY

CLOSE ON an ID card held in a male hand. Clarice's photo,

official-looking graphics. It calls her a "Federal

Investigator."

CHILTON (O.S.)

It's so rare to capture one alive.

From a research point of view, Dr.

Lecter is our most prized asset...

DR. FREDERICK CHILTON looks up from her card. A smarmy little

peacock, behind a vast desk; he's conceived an instant,

hopeless letch for Clarice. He smiles, stroking her card

with his beloved gold pen.

CHILTON:

You know, we get a lot of detectives

here, but I must say, I can't ever

remember one so attractive...

NEW ANGLE - REVEALS CLARICE

now wearing a more feminine skirt suit. Hair neatly coiled,

elegant shoulder bag, briefcase. He has rudely left her

standing.

CHILTON:

Will you be in Baltimore overnight...?

Because this can be quite a fun town,

if you have the right guide.

Clarice tries, unsuccessfully, to hide her distaste for him.

Rate this script:4.0 / 1 vote