Clarice

Therapist: Clarice.

I thought it was done.

[ Electricity crackles, flash bulbs pop ]

Buffalo Bill took seven women.

He skinned six --

six of them.

I saved one --

the last one...

Catherine.

Clarice: It's been a year since.

I put it behind me,

but last week,

some of the families wanted to make statements.

Close the book.

Such a sad, strange anniversary.

I wanted to be present for the families of the victims.

When I came out of Justice,

they were all just... everywhere.

Sorry you had to see this here, Clarice.

It was left in my waiting area.

The press can't seem tolet you go.

Well, I suppose there are a few advantages, sir.

The checkout lady at the Safeway

asked me to autograph a melon.

I imagine it might cause

real resentment with your colleagues.

The famous face of the FBI, just a year out of the Academy.

Well, sometimes we duke it out at the vending machine.

Not really.

Um, I feed data into computers.

I'm what they call an "Igor"

in the Behavioral Sciences Lab.

I'm not the face of anything, sir.

Well, this says differently.

"Buffalo Bill's House of Horrors:

Will the Survivors Ever Speak??"

There were no survivors.

But you were a survivor.

I mean...

to be a survivor, you have to be a victim.

I was just doing my job.

Yeah, but it wasn't your job.

You were still a trainee when you stopped Buffalo Bill

from skinning and killing more women.

Excuse me -- He killed them before.

Is that distinction important to you?

Yes, sir.

It is important to me that he did not skin them alive.

Do you ever speak with her?

Catherine Martin?

I'm not really sure what there would be to speak about, sir.

You keep in touch with the other victims' families.

You write to them. You check in.

But not Catherine.

Sir, I understand

it would be easier for everyone

if I just became comfortable with the term "survivor."

I've found most people need me to be just the one thing,

a simple thing.

So they can...relax, I guess.

Clarice, you've beendeflecting like a pro for a full year now.

Sir, I'm mandated to come here and speak with you, and --

Which is understandable,

given your last therapist was an inmate

in the Baltimore Hospital for the Criminally Insane

and, you know, ate his patients.

He was not my therapist.

It was a quid pro quo.

He wanted pieces --Pieces of your life,

in exchange for his insights into Buffalo Bill.

But you were specifically told

not to give him any information, Clarice.

We only had three days.

You let that relationship be intimate.

How do you carry that?

How do you carry his rage?

Buffalo Bill's rage?

I'll put it another way --

What do you do with all your rage?

It's not really something I think about, sir.

Okay, Clarice,

I'm gonna tell you what I see.

I see an agent who seems to be adopting

the families of murdered women,

but hasn't seen her own family in years.

I see an agent who's buried herself

in the basement of the Behavioral Sciences Unit

and rarely sees the light of day.

The light doesn't matter that much to me. Really.

And I see an agent who just told me

that she doesn't consider Catherine Martin to be alive,

despite having saved her life.

These things make me think,

"This agent needs to be out of rotation

until she can heal from PTSD of the most egregious kind."

Sir, I'm gonna tread carefully here

because I know what you write in there

can make my job harder.

Please.

This tabloid has never been opened.

It's pristine.

No one left it here, sir.

You wanted me to see it, to get me talking.

Is that accurate?

I'll ask you again, Clarice --

What do you do with all your rage?

Doctor, I'm sorry.

Excuse me. This is a private session.

Doctor, I have orders to get her to Washington.

I'm not prepared to sign off on her.

This request comes from Ruth Martin,

the Attorney General of the United States of America.

It's an urgent matter, and Starling is needed right now.

Um, why me, sir?

You don't get to ask why, Starling.

Let's go pack a bag.

You'll be gone a while.

The press is outside the mayor's window.

Madam Attorney General, they need you

to make the statement.

I will make the damn statement -- 20 minutes.

Woman:The Attorney General

will be making a statement later.

In the meantime, you can sittight just like everyone else.

Well, you must pack up quick.

Yes, Ma'am. It's my dad's duffel.

Been living out of it for quite a while, so...

It's appreciated.

Hello, Clarice.

Congratulationson your appointment, ma'am.

It ruffled some feathers.

I'm -- I'm real sorryto hear that.

Two dead women floated down the Anacostia River.

Somebody sliced them to ribbons.

And you think it's a --

A serial killer.

Hell yes, I do.

Ma'am, there's a lot of criteriaaround that designation.

I'm not having this again.

Ma'am, am I here to consultfor Behavioral Sciences?

I took this office with a mission --

to convene a Violent Crimes Task Force,

so that no familyever goes through what ours did.

Ma'am, respectfully, there areagents with years of experience.

You think you're not ready?

I'm just saying thatthere are more qualified --

No one is more qualified.

You weren't ready to go into that house

and pull my child out of that murderer's pit,

but you did it.

You saved my little girl.

She's thin now.

She's very...thin.

Bill only took the larger women.

I don't need to be a psychiatrist

to put it together.

You are a woman with a very public reputation

for hunting monsters, Clarice.

I can't have a reputation --I've only done it once.

It's time you own that reputation.

Bill took seven.

That's not happening on my watch.

You are now a Special Agent of the ViCAP Task Force.

Head Man in Charge is Paul Krendler.

And, no, he hasn't forgotten how you showed him up

when you were both chasing Bill,

but he's a hell of an investigator

and a good lawyer.

I need you both to work together now.

Ma'am.

Becoming the face for your Task Force

requires some... cooperation.

What do you want, Starling?

To go back to BehavioralSciences after these murders.

Just these murders, and that's it.

I belong at BSU. They're my people.

You don't get to make that choice,

and you don't have any people, Clarice.

Your fellow Quantico graduates, the senior agents --

they hate you because they can never understand

what you've been through.

No one in the world can.

Except me.

And Catherine.

She thinks you're the only one who can help her.

And I know you have your own demons to carry,

but we're your people.

I ask you,

will you please start returning her calls?

Paul Krendler will meet you on the scene

with the ViCAP team.

[ "Jesus, Thou Art the Sinner's Friend" plays ]