to do something besides write?
l don't like this any better than you.
But it's our best shot.
National Tattler Building,
Chicago, ll
Library of Congress,
Washington, D.C.
Oh, my God!
Hello?
Jack, it's Lloyd Bowman.
l solved the code.
You need to know what it says
right now.
Okay, Lloyd.
lt says,
''Graham home, Marathon, Florida.
''Save yourself. Kill them all.''
-Yeah?
-Bowman just broke the code.
-What does it say?
-l'll tell you in a second.
Now, listen to me. Everything is okay.
l've taken care of it. Stay on
the phone when l tell you.
Tell me now.
Lecter gave the bastard
your home address.
Wait.
Mom?
Head down, ma'am.
ls he after you now?
No, Lecter just suggested it
to him.
l hate this, Molly.
l'm sorry.
-lt's a sick feeling.
-l know it is.
But you'll be safe here.
Crawford's brother
owns this place.
No one in the world
knows you're here.
l'd just as soon
not talk about Crawford.
-What are you using as bait?
-Sometimes l use worms.
You like those?
Beneath the yellow folder...
you'll find
your latest rejection slip...
from the archives.
lt was brought to me by mistake
with some of my archives mail.
l'm afraid l opened it
without looking.
Sorry.
l think we'll remove
Dr. Lecter's toilet seat.
Atlanta P.D. nailed him.
He had a fake Bureau lD...
and was trying to get
the Leeds family autopsy photos.
lt's a Federal beef, so Atlanta
kicked him back to us.
Personally...
l'd like nothing better
than to see the dirt sandwich...
pulling five at Leavenworth.
But maybe there's a better way
to handle this.
Yeah? What's that?
l think we ought
to give him a story.
The Tooth Fairy's ugly...
and he's impotent with members
of the opposite sex.
Also, he sexually molests
his male victims.
While they're alive?
Sorry, l can't go into
those details.
But we do also speculate...
that he's the product
of an incestuous home.
No wonder the creep's
such a loser, right?
That's a tip we got
from Dr. Lecter, by the way.
So it's true that Lecter's
helping with your investigation?
Yes, it's true.
The Doctor was offended
a bottom-feeding lowlife like...
the Tooth Fairy would consider
himself in the same league.
Okay, tell me about this place you got here.
Will, your little
Washington hideaway.
This is an apartment l'm borrowing...
till this creep
goes down in flames.
l keep copies of the evidence
so l can work on it at night.
Make sure you can read the name
on that building.
Yeah.
All right, l got enough.
Just remember, l scratch
your back, you scratch mine.
lf my story draws the Fairy
in an attack on Graham...
and you nail the scumbag,
l get an exclusive.
Fuck you, Lounds.
When we see the story,
we'll consider what to do...
about your sealed indictment.
All right, it was a pleasure
doing business with you, chumps.
l feel like l need a shower.
You okay with this?
Better he comes after me
than Molly and Josh.
So, yeah, l'm okay with it.
l wish we had
something better...
but there's only ten days
till the next full moon.
We've got to rattle his cage.
We'll stake out this apartment,
put snipers on the rooftops.
You'll have a moving box tail,
24/7, in your car...
on the street, wherever you go.
You'll wear the Kevlar
at all times. No exceptions.
You again?
Come back at 4:00 a.m.
when l open, all right?
Hey, l told you!
What?
You told me what?
Fucking dickhead!
ls that your fucking name
on the sign?
Where am l?
What am l doing here?
Atoning, Mr. Lounds.
l haven't seen your face.
l couldn't possibly
identify you.
l work for the National Tattler.
lt would pay...
a big reward for me.
l mean, a half a million...
or a million, maybe.
Do you know who l am,
Mr. Lounds?
No.
And l don't want to know.
You know, believe me.
According to you,
l'm a vicious, perverted sexual failure...
a ''bottom-feeding lowlife''...
who's about to
''go down in flames.''
l think you know now, don't you?
Yes.
Do you understand