what l'm doing, Mr. Lounds?
No.
But l would like to.
l really want to understand...
and then all my readers
could understand, too.
l am not a man.
l began as one...
but each being
that l change makes me...
more than a man...
as you will witness.
l don't need to see you. No.
But you must, Mr. Lounds.
You're a reporter.
You're here to report.
Open your eyes and look at me.
No.
lf you won't open them...
l'll staple your eyelids
to your forehead.
No!
Open your eyes!
Oh, my dear God Jesus!
Oh, God!
Do you want to know what l am?
More than anything.
l was afraid to ask.
Do you see now?
Yeah, l see.
Oh, God.
Mrs. Jacobi in human form.
-Do you see?
-Yes.
Mrs. Leeds in human form.
-Do you see?
-Yes.
-Mrs. Jacobi changing.
-Oh, my God.
Mrs. Leeds changing.
Do you see?
Mrs. Jacobi reborn.
Do you see?
Mrs. Leeds reborn.
-Do you see?
-Please, no.
No? No what?
Not me.
Why did you write lies,
Mr. Lounds?
Graham told me to lie.
lt wasn't me.
-Will you tell the truth now?
-Yes!
About me?
-My work?
-Oh, yes.
My becoming?
Yeah.
l am the Dragon,
and you call me insane!
You are privy
to a great becoming...
and you recognize nothing.
You are an ant
in the afterbirth.
lt is in your nature
to do one thing correctly.
Before me, you rightly tremble.
But fear is not what you owe me,
Mr. Lounds.
You owe me awe.
Read.
That's all, Mr. Lounds.
You did very well.
Will you let me go now?
Soon.
There's one more way l can
help you to better understand.
l want to understand.
l do.
And l'm really gonna be fair...
from now on.
You know that.
Hello?
Oh, God, no!
l have had
a great privilege.
l have seen with...
wonder and awe the strength
of the Great Red Dragon.
He has helped me to understand
his splendor...
and now l want to serve him.
He knows you made me lie,
Will Graham.
Because l was forced to lie...
he will be more merciful to me
than to you.
Hello?
Oh, God, no!
We can let this
tie us up in knots...
or we can learn from it.
Maybe even use it
to catch the bastard.
He had to have a van
or panel truck...
to move Lounds around
in that big old wheelchair.
Go on.
He had to already have
the wheelchair...
or know where to get one fast.
lt's an antique, not something
you'd find in the house.
Does it strike anybody
that he set this up in a hurry?
The Tattler comes off the press
Monday night.
By Tuesday morning he's
in Chicago, snatching Lounds.
He either lives
in the Chicago area...
or he's within
a driving radius of...
call it six hours.
Find out in this area where
the Tattler was available...
for early distribution
Monday night.
Start with airports,
all-night newsstands.
Maybe a newsie
remembers an odd customer.
Lloyd, this cassette,
enhance the audio.
Maybe you can pick up
something in the background.
That wheelchair...
l want the maker, date,
possible sources.
Graham and l will coordinate
from Chicago. Let's hustle.
Look, there's not gonna be
any answers in Chicago, Jack.
Okay? l mean, Lounds, that was a bonus.
That was a chance to show off.
lt doesn't even fit his pattern.
The Leeds and the Jacobis
are what he needs.
l think l should go back to Baltimore.
After what he tried to pull?
Lecter picked up on something
in the missing part of the note.
Not a name, but something,
enough to narrow the search.
Even if he did, he won't tell you.
Not unless
l can offer him something.
Congratulations.
That was most artistic, the way
you disposed of Mr. Lounds.
Your cell looks bigger
with no books in it.
Does it?
l hadn't noticed.
Oh, you will.
l have other resources.
Tell me, Will. Did you enjoy it?
Your first murder?
Of course you did.
Why shouldn't it feel good?
lt does to God.
Why, only last week in Texas,
he dropped a church roof...
on the heads of 34 of his worshippers...
as they were
groveling through a hymn.
He wouldn't begrudge you
one journalist.
Put me next to him, Doctor.
You and some