The Making of 'The Silence of the Lambs' Page #3

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Clarice Starling.

Go seek out Miss Mofet,

an old patient of mine. M-O-F-E-T.

I don't think Miggs could manage again

so soon, even though he is crazy. Go!

Hey, Bill.

- Daddy!

- Hey, Clarice.

- Did you get any bad guys today, Daddy?

- No, angel. They all got away today.

FBI. Hands up. Don't move.

Turn around.

Hands behind your back. Thumbs up.

You're dead, Starling.

Johnson, good entry, good command.

Starling, where's your danger area?

- The corner.

- Did you check?

- No.

- That's why you're dead.

to enter or exit.

Rule 404.

- Clarice, phone. It's the guru.

- Crawford? Thanks, Ardelia.

- Starling?

- Sir?

Miggs is dead.

Dead?

How?

They heard Lecter whispering to him

all afternoon and Miggs crying.

They found him at bed check.

He'd swallowed his own tongue.

- Starling?

- Yeah. I'm still here, sir.

I just... I don't know how to feel about this.

You don't have to feel any way about it.

Lecter did it to amuse himself.

Look, I know it got ugly today, but

you mentioned a name at the end: Mofet.

Any follow-up on her?

Lecter altered or destroyed

most of his patients" histories,

so there's no record

of anyone named Mofet, but

I thought the "yourself" reference

was too hokey for Lecter,

so I figured he's from Baltimore

and I looked in the phone book

and there's a "Your Self" storage facility

right outside of downtown Baltimore, sir.

Unit 31 was leased for ten years,

pre-paid in full.

The contract is in the name

of a Miss Hester Mofet.

So nobody's been in here since 1980?

Not to my knowledge.

Privacy is a great concern

to my customers.

Yes. I won't disturb anything, I promise.

I'll be outta here before you know it.

- May I help you?

- Yes, actually.

- It's stuck.

- We could return tomorrow with my son.

What about him?

I would ask my driver to help you,

but he detests physical labor.

Right. Well, you just stay here.

I'll be back in one minute.

It's stuck. Hand me that flashlight, sir.

If this door should fall down

or anything else,

this is the number for

our Baltimore field office.

Now they know that you're with me.

Call them if anything should happen.

Yes, Miss Starling.

Clarice. They're waiting for you.

Watch your step.

Hester Mofet. It's an anagram,

isn't it, Doctor?

Hester Mofet. "The rest of me."

"Miss the rest of me."

Meaning that you rented that garage?

- Thank you.

- Your bleeding has stopped.

How did you...?

It's nothing. It was just a scratch.

Dr Lecter, whose head is in that bottle?

Why don't you ask me about Buffalo Bill?

- Do you know something about him?

- I might if I saw the case file.

- You could get that for me.

- Why don't we talk about Miss Mofet?

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