Dr. Lecter had owned a supercharged Benley
before his disgrace. Supercharged, not turbocharged.
Custom supercharged with a Rootes-type positive
displacement blower, so it had no turbo lag.
She quickly realized that the custom Bentley
market is so small, he would entail some
risk going back to it.
What would he buy now? She
feeling he liked. A blown, big
V8, with power down low, and
not peaky. What
would she buy in the current
No question, an XJR Jaguar
sedan. She faxed the East and
Jaguar distributors asking for
'What set you off, Clarice? You
'Early. Still dark.'
'Then something woke you. What
woke you up?
Did you dream? What was it?'
'I woke up and heard the lambs
'They were slaughtering the spring
'You still wake up sometimes,
Wake up in the iron dark with
the lambs screaming?'
'Do you think if you caught Buffalo
yourself and if you made Catherine
you could make the lambs stop
do you think they'd be all right
you wouldn't wake up again in
the dark and
hear the lambs screaming? Clarice?'
'Yes. I don't know. Maybe.'
'Thank you, Clarice.' Dr Lecter
Dr. Lecter: After your father's murder, you were orphaned.
You were ten years old.
You went to live
with cousins on a sheep
and horse ranch in
Montana. And...? Clarice: And one morning, I just ran away. Dr. Lecter: Not "just", Clarice. What set
you off? You started at
what time? Clarice: Early, still dark. Dr. Lecter: Then something woke you, didn't it? Was
it a dream? What was it? Clarice: I heard a strange noise. Dr. Lecter: What was it? Clarice: It was -- screaming. Some kind of screaming,
like a child's voice. Dr. Lecter: What did you do? Clarice: I went downstairs, outside. I crept up into
the barn. I was so scared
to look inside,
but I had to. Dr. Lecter: And what did you see, Clarice? What did
you see? Clarice: Lambs. The lambs were screaming. Dr. Lecter: They were slaughtering the spring lambs? Clarice: And they were screaming. Dr. Lecter: And you ran away? Clarice: No. First I tried to free them. I -- I opened
the gate to their pen,
but they wouldn't
run. They just stood there,
wouldn't run. Dr. Lecter: But you could and you did, didn't you? Clarice: Yes. I took one lamb, and I ran away as
fast as I could. Dr. Lecter: Where were you going, Clarice? Clarice: I don't know. I didn't have any food, any
water and it was very cold,
very cold. I
thought, I thought if I
could save just one,
but -- he was so heavy.
So heavy. I didn't
get more than a few miles
when the sheriff's
car picked me up. The rancher
was so angry
he sent me to live at the
in Bozeman. I never saw
the ranch again. Dr. Lecter: What became of your lamb, Clarice? Clarice: They killed him.
"How about coffee?"
She made small talk about grocery
and got no reply. She came back
living room and sat on the ottoman,
on her knees.
"Let's talk about something
for a minute
and get it out of the way, okay?"
"You haven't said anything
fact, you haven't said anything
since I mentioned
speech therapy." Her voice
but firm. It carried no taint
"I understand you fine because
very well and because I listen.
pay attention. They ask me what? what? all the time. If you don't want to talk,
okay. But I hope you will talk.
can, and I'm interested in what
"Ummm. That's good,"
Here, in the original (and
grammatical) notes written at
the time, is
how I profiled the probable perpetrator
this terrible crime :
White male, aged 25-27 years;
appearance. Residence will be
and unkempt and evidence of the
be found at the residence. History
illness, and will have been involved
of drugs. Will be a loner who
does not associate
with either males or females,
and will probably
spend a great deal of time in
his own home,
where he lives alone. Unemployed.
receives some form of disability
residing with anyone, it would
be with his
parents; however, this is unlikely.
military record; high school
or college dropout.
Probably suffering from one or
of paranoid psychosis.
I had plenty of reasons for
a precise description of the