- Hannibal Lecter: I came half way around the world, to watch you run, Clarice. Let me run, eh?
- [Clarice struggles against Lecter, he forces her against the refrigerator, opens the door and traps her hair, breaking away the handle]
- Hannibal Lecter: Tell me Clarice, would you ever say to me “stop, if you loved me, you’d stop”?
- Clarice Starling: Not in a thousand years.
- Hannibal Lecter: Not in a thousand years…
- [Lecter lunges towards Clarice, baring his teeth; she does not flinch]
- Hannibal Lecter: That’s my girl.
- [Lecter kisses Starling, but she does not respond. The click of closing handcuffs is heard. Lecter stops, pulls away and lifts his wrist. The two are joined by handcuffs]
- Hannibal Lecter: Now that’s really interesting. But I’m rather pressed for time. Where’s the key?
- [Clarice does not react. He repeats the line, sounding less calm and more infuriated. Still she does not respond]
- Hannibal Lecter: Okay…
- [He takes a meat cleaver from the worktop and lays out her hand]
- Hannibal Lecter: Above or below the wrist, Clarice?
- [Clarice still refuses to respond as he raises the cleaver]
- Hannibal Lecter: This is really going to hurt…
Posts Tagged ‘silence of the lambs’
Would You Ever Say To Me "Stop, If You Loved Me, You'd Stop"?
August 19th, 2014, posted in GiRLs, Hannibal, LoVE, Scarface'S DIARYHannibal Lecter Letter To Clarice
June 27th, 2014, posted in Hannibal, Ink On PAPER, Scarface'S DIARY
Unfortunately, You Have Caught Me At An Awkward Moment
June 26th, 2014, posted in Hannibal
Hannibal Letter To Clarice
September 7th, 2013, posted in Hannibal, Ink On PAPER, Scarface'S DIARY
Dear Clarice,
I have followed with enthusiasm the course of your disgrace and public shaming. My own never bothered me except for the inconvenience of being incarcerated, but you may lack perspective. In our discussions down in the dungeon it was apparent to me that your father, the dead night watchman, figures largely in your value system.
I think your success in putting an end to Jame Gumb’s career as a couturier pleased you most because you could imagine your father being pleased.
But now, alas, you’re in bad odour with the FBI.
Do you imagine your daddy being shamed by your disgrace ?
Do you see him in his plain pine box crushed by your failure?
A sorry, petty end of a promising career?
What is worst about this humiliation Clarice?
Is it how your failure will reflect on your mommy and daddy?
Is your worst fear that people will now and forever believe they were indeed just good old trailer camp tornado bait white trash and that perhaps you are too?
By the way I couldn’t help noticing on the FBI’s rather dull public website that I have been hoisted from the Bureau’s archives of the common criminal and elevated to the more prestigious 10 Most Wanted list. Is this coincidence, or are you back on the case? If so, goody goody, cause I need to come out of retirement and return to public life.
I imagine you sitting in a dark basement room bent over papers and computer screens. Is that accurate?
Please tell me truly, Special Agent Starling.
Regards,
your old pal Hannibal Lecter, M.D.
P.S. Clearly this new assignment is not your choice rather I suppose it is a part of the bargain but you accepted it Clarice. Your job is to craft my doom. So I am not sure how well I should wish you but I’m sure we’ll have a lot of fun.
Tata,
H.
