Hannibal Page #3

You live with it.

What you don't|expect or accept...

is taking one in the back|in your boss' office...

for doing your job|exactly as they've taught you.

That makes you unhappy.

Of course,|you're right, Starling...

but it doesn't really|change anything.

It changes everything.|It changes me.

I'm Cordell Doemling,|Mr. Verger's private physician.

How do you do?

If you'd be so kind|as to park down at the end.

One's eyes adjust|to the darkness.

Six to eight|versus an estimate of sixteen.

Dylan, they're saying sales|have slowed down.

Seems like|a recurring theme here.

Perhaps corporate spending|on a slowdown.

Mr. Verger,|Agent Starling is here.

Good morning, Mr. Verger.

-Was that a Mustang I heard?|-Yes, it was.

A five liter?

Fast.

Cordell,|I think you can leave us now.

I thought I might stay.|Perhaps I could be useful.

You could be useful|seeing about my lunch.

I'd like to attach|this microphone...

to your clothing or your pillow,|if you're comfortable with that.

By all means.

Here.|This should make it easier.

You know, I thank God|for what happened.

It was my salvation.

Have you accepted Jesus,|Agent Starling?

Do you have faith?

I was raised Lutheran.

That's not what I asked.

This is Special Agent|Clarice Starling...

deposing Mason R. Verger|on March 20, sworn and attested.

I want to tell you|about summer camp.

-It was a wonderful childhood--|-We can get to that later.

We can get to it now.

It all comes to bear.

It was a Christian camp|my father founded...

for poor, unfortunate,|castoff little boys and girls...

who would do anything|for a candy bar.

Mr. Verger, I don't need to know|about the sex offenses.

It's all right.

I have immunity|from the U.S. Attorney...

and I have immunity|from the Risen Jesus.

And nobody beats the Riz.

Had you ever seen Dr. Lecter...

before the court assigned you|to him for therapy?

What do you mean?

Socially?

That is what I mean.

Yes, if you don't mind|talking about it.

-Not at all. I'm not ashamed.|-I didn't say you should be.

No. We met conventionally--|as doctor and patient.

How did he end up at your house?

I invited him, of course.

To my pied--terre.

I came to the door in my nicest|"come hither" outfit.

I was concerned|he'd be afraid of me...

but he didn't seem to be|afraid of me.

That's almost funny now.

I showed him my toys--

my noose setup,|among other things.

It's a way you sort of|hang yourself, but not really.

It feels good while you...

Well, you know.

Anyway, he said, "Mason..."

Mason, would you like a popper?

And I said, "Would l?"

And, wow...

once that kicked in,|I was flying.

He said, "Mason...

"show me how you smile...

"to gain the confidence|of a child."

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