You ride a motorcycle.
How's that gonna help me
with the rain?
l thought maybe
we'd stop off someplace...
have ourselves
a little sundowner.
-l've already got a ride.
-lt's cool.
That's cool. No problemo.
lf there's anything l hate worse
than pity, it's fake pity.
Especially from a walking
hard-on like Ralph Mandy.
-Sorry.
-l have no pity.
Ride with me!
Thanks, but l take the bus
all the time.
Mandy is a fool. Ride with me...
for my pleasure.
You want to come in?
l'll fix us a drink.
-Maybe another time.
-l will come in.
When is the zoo project?
-Maybe next week. They'll call.
-l love zoos.
ln fact one of my earliest
memories is seeing a cougar...
when l was about five.
l didn't lose my sight
till l was seven. Diphtheria.
Could you hand me that knife?
l've always tried to hang on
to what that cougar looked like.
But by now, to tell the truth,
what l see in my head...
is probably not in the least bit
like a cougar.
lt's more like
a donkey or a goat.
You know, sometimes l'm not
so sure l really saw him.
Maybe he's just
something l dreamed up.
You okay?
You don't say much, do you?
No, l guess not.
Let's talk about something
and get it out of the way, okay?
l can hear that you've had...
some kind of soft palate repair.
But l understand you fine
because you speak very well.
lf you don't want to talk to me,
that's cool.
But l hope that you will,
because...
l know what it's like
to have people...
always thinking
that you're different.
That's good.
May l touch your face?
l want to know
if you're smiling or frowning.
l want to know whether l should
just shut up or not.
Take my word that l'm smiling.
l have to go.
lf l offended you,
l didn't mean to.
No.
F.B.l. Headquarters,
Washington, D.C.
l don't know
what they were like.
lt'd help if l could see
some of their personal effects.
Diaries, letters.
Do you have those things?
l sure do. l mean, other than...
one or two little keepsakes
Niles Jacobi got.
That would be Mr. Jacobi's
surviving son by his first wife?
Yes. As their executor, l keep
all that stuff in the office...
along with some of the smaller
valuables, till after probate.
But the Birmingham P.D.'s
been all through it.
Could you pack those things
and ship them up to me?
l hate to ask.
l know it's a pain in the ass.
Hell...
probate judge is
an old golfing buddy of mine.
Son, just tell me you're
gonna nail that son of a bitch.
We're doing our best.
Hey, thanks, Mr. Metcalf.
A note hidden in Lecter's cell.
Sounds like a fan letter.
Might've been mailed
by the Tooth Fairy.
He wants Lecter's approval.
He's curious about you.
He's asking questions.
l've scrambled a chopper.
Does Lecter know
we have the note?
Not yet. lt was found in
a routine cleanup.
They don't open his mail?
Need a warrant.
X-rays only.
-Where's Lecter?
-The holding cage.
Can he see his cell?
No. But he's been there
almost half an hour.
He'll soon start to wonder
what's wrong.
We got to buy time, Jack.
-Dr. Chilton.
-Yes?
Call your building
superintendent...
or engineer,
whoever's in charge.
Tell him to pull the circuit
breakers on Lecter's hall.
Have the super walk down
the hall past the cell...
carrying tools.
He'll be in a hurry, pissed off,
too busy to answer questions.
And don't forget:
Don't touch the note, okay?
Graham's on his way.
Listen up! We've got a note
coming in on the fly...
possibly from the Tooth Fairy.
Number One Priority.
lt has to go back to
Lecter's cell within the hour...
unmarked.
We'll need Hair and Fiber,
Latent Prints, then Documents.
l'll walk it through myself.
Let's go, people!
My dear Dr. Lecter.:
l wanted to tell you...
l'm delighted...
that you've taken an interest in me.
And when l learned ofyour vast
correspondence, l thought.:
''Dare l?'' Of course l do.
l don't believe
you'll tell them who l am.
Besides, what particular body
l currently occupy is trivial.
The