The Silence of the Lambs Page #5

CLARICE:

I'm sure it's a great town, Dr.

Chilton, but my instructions are to

talk to Lecter and report back this

afternoon.

CHILTON:

(pause, sourly)

I see.

(beat)

Let's make this quick, then. I'm

busy.

CUT TO:

INT. ASYLUM CORRIDOR - UPPER FLOOR - DAY

Clarice flinches as a heavy steel gate CLANGS shut behind

her, the bolt shooting home. Chilton walks ahead of her.

CHILTON:

Lecter carved up nine people - that

we're sure of - and cooked his

favorite bits. We've tried to study

him, of course - but he's much too

sophisticated for the standard tests.

And my, does he hate us! Thinks I'm

his nemesis... Crawford's very clever,

isn't he? Using you.

CLARICE:

How do you mean, Dr. Chilton?

CHILTON:

A pretty young woman, to turn him

on? I don't believe Lecter's ever

seen a woman in eight years. And oh,

are you ever his "taste" - so to

speak.

CLARICE:

I graduated magna from UVA, Doctor.

It's not a charm school.

CHILTON:

Good. Then you should be able to

remember the rules.

CUT TO:

INT. DIFFERENT CORRIDOR - LOWER FLOOR - DAY

A darker, even grimmer area. Heavy grids over the lights.

Distant SLAMMINGS and faint, hoarse SHOUTS. They walk briskly.

CHILTON:

Do not reach through the bars, do

not touch the bars. You pass him

nothing but soft paper - no pens or

pencils. No staples or paperclips in

his paper. Use the sliding food

carrier, no exceptions. Do not accept

anything he attempts to hold out to

you. Do you understand me?

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