to the point.
He meant to use the bolt cutter
to enter the house...
but he didn't.
lnstead he broke in
through the patio doors.
The noise woke Jacobi, and he
had to shoot him on the stairs.
That wasn't planned.
lt was sloppy.
And that's not like him.
We mustn't judge
too harshly, Will.
lt was his first time.
Have you never felt
a sudden rush of panic?
Yeah, that's the fear
we talked about.
lt takes experience
to master it.
You sensed who l was...
back when l was committing
what you call my ''crimes.''
Yes.
So you were hurt not by a fault
in your perception...
or your instincts...
but because you failed to act
on them until it was too late.
-You could say that.
-But you're wiser now.
lmagine what you would do, Will,
if you could go back in time.
Put two in your head before
you could palm that stiletto.
Very good, Will.
You know,
l believe we're making progress.
And that's what
our pilgrim is doing.
He is refining his methods.
He is evolving.
The case file mentioned videos
of the Leeds family.
-l'd like to see those.
-No.
-Why not?
-lt would be obscene.
You don't make it easy, do you?
Still, one aims to please.
l'll call you
if l think of anything else.
Would you perhaps like
to leave me your home number?
-That's the end of our session.
-For now.
lt was only his first time.
Already in Atlanta
he did much better.
Rest assured, my dear Will...
this one will give you
plenty of exercise.
My love to Molly and Josh,
goodbye.
Go to the back of the cell,
Dr. Lecter. Face the wall.
lf you turn around
before the lock snaps...
you'll get a dart.
- Understood?
-Yes.
You got ten minutes
to talk to your lawyer.
-Starting now.
-Thanks so much, Barney.
Hello, Dr. Lecter?
l have those documents
you requested me--
''Robes, Robespierre, Robin.
''Robin, call for....
Robin, fainting....
''Redbreast in a cage.'' 406.9.
''A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage''
Yes, that's it.
William Blake.
Auguries of lnnocence.
Think you got it?
Yeah, we should have.
We have some books
of Blake's paintings, too.
-Want to see them?
-Yeah. Thanks.
Psychology Department...
University of Chicago.
Dr. Bloom's office.
Hi. This is Bob Greer at Blaine
and Edwards Publishing.
Dr. Bloom asked me to send
The Psychiatrist and the Law...
to Will Graham.
His assistant was
supposed to give me...
the address and phone number,
but, darn it, she never did.
l'm just a temp.
Linda will be in on Monday.
l have to catch FedEx
in about five minutes.
l hate to bother Dr. Bloom
about it...
because he told Linda
to send it...
and l don't want
to get her into trouble.
lt's right there in the Rolodex,
or whatever.
l'll dance at your wedding
if you read it to me.
l don't know.
l'm really not supposed to.
Be a darling and flip
that old rascal...
l won't take up
any more of your time.
Graham, Will.
All right. Just a minute.
''Gibson, Gordon, Graham. ''
lt doesn't give a home address.
What does it have, dear?
''FBl, 935 Pennsylvania Avenue
Northwest, Washington, D.C. ''
-Yeah?
-And let's see.
Here it is.
''P.O. Box 3680,
Marathon, Florida. ''
-Marathon.
-Yes.
That's fine. You're an angel.
l'm Francis Dolarhyde.
l've come for
the package of infrared.
Right. Put your back
against the door and come...
forward three steps till
you feel tile under your feet.
And there's a stool
just on the left.
Same Mr. D who's head
of Tech Services, am l right?
l'm Reba McClane.
Just a second more
and l will get you some light.
Okay, here we go.
So, what do you need the lR for?
lt's for the zoo.
They want to photograph
the nocturnal animals.
That's great. l love animals.
l got to warn you, though.
This stuff is pretty sensitive.
lt can be mean to handle.
But l guess
l don't need to tell you that.
Hey, Reba. Oh, Mr. D. Whoa!
l'm not interrupting anything,
am l?
No, Ralph.
lt's starting to spritz outside.
l'll give you a lift home?