Clarice

Previously on "Clarice"...

Angela Bird, Tess Laughty,

Sandra Bishop, and Rebecca Clark-Sherman.

They were not random victims of a serial killer.

Those women were whistleblowers,

and Rebecca was gonna tell their story.

Rebecca was looking for a Dr. Marilyn Felker,

who was the lead physician at the Lockyer Labs

clinical trials the whistleblowers were in.

We wanted to talk to you about your sister.

We may be twins, but Marilyn and I haven't spoken

in a few years now.

Do you have any idea where she might be?

Last I heard, she was running a trial in Ghana.

We're still looking for her.

Sir?

I can't move my legs. Sir, help!

Scream again, and I'll inject the epidural

higher up your spine.

That will shut down your lungs,

and I'll have to intubate you.

Nod yes if you understand.

Why am I here?

You certainly weren't invited.

Is there anyone else here?

I mean staff.

You're the skeleton crew.

I came here.

Was that tonight?

It's... It's night.

It's night.

I came...

I came to...

to see you, to... To ask you about Marilyn.

Only...

Only...

you're, um...

you're Marilyn.

And she's Luanne.

Did you do this to your sister?

We're a mile away from the airport.

Dulles never closes.

Why has no one from the FBI come here looking for you?

I don't... I don't know.

What is... What is that?

It's not enough to kill you.

But if you try to fight me...

...I will.

Good girl.

Good girl.

Good girl.

Good girl.

What the hell, Clarice?

It's Esquivel.

Esquivel.

Hey. Sorry.

Is Clarice with you?

No.

I was calling to follow up with her on something. Why?

Because I've sent five 911 pages.

Those are sacred. That's always been the deal.

Oh, man.

I'll be right there.

How did she find you?

You tell me. You said I was untraceable.

You tranquilized her?

What was I supposed to do?

Don't you go silent on me.

You really screwed it, Marilyn.

You said no one would get to me.

What does Starling know?

I just gave her something that might get her talking,

but you need to get us out.

Me and Luanne. Now.

That was always the deal.

They can't be far behind.

Find out what she knows about the reporter.

They could get here any minute.

I need out. I need Luanne out.

Get me whatever the FBI knows.

Get me the reporter. And I'll get you both out.

What... What's...

Esquivel.

Mapp, what's going on? You haven't heard from her?

- Krendler? - Not yet.

He's got a family thing.

It's a real family thing.

Starling still might be,

I don't know, at the movies or something.

Yeah, she's working murder and conspiracy

and she decides now to go missing

and kick back with some Raisinets?

She was still into it when we went out for beers,

calling Customs around 7:00, 7:30.

She came in my office around then and told me

she thought Marilyn Felker might still be in the U.S.

She didn't log in that she was going anywhere?

Nobody got a call? A page?

Nothing?

We had a falling out earlier.

So bad that she wouldn't come home?

That's not her thing.

She couldn't be out on a date or something?

She's like the rest of us, with no personal life.

My personal life is exhausting.

Okay. Who'd she talk to today?

Uh, we interviewed Felker's sister, Luanne, earlier.

If Clarice thought the sister might be in any kind of danger,

she'd go back.

- She's like that. - She'd go back alone?

She worked Bill alone.

She worked BSU alone. Alone is safe for her.

Felker's house.

Starling said she felt spooky about it.

She could've gone back there, too.

- She's a pain in the ass. - Yeah.

I'm coming with.

I don't need any more missing... youth tonight.

I don't need your face on a milk carton, Esquivel.

Mandy. Sorry.

Got caught up at a work thing.

It's okay.

And the car did the...

...thing.

It's okay.

Our table isn't ready yet.

You okay?

Yeah. Um...

I'm nervous.

Me too.

But it's still us.

It feels different.

It's not funny.

Oh, it kind of is.

I mean, you rappel out of helicopters.

You were at Waco, but every time

we talk about splitting up, you get a nosebleed.

You're a shrink's dream.

Tilt your head forward.

Why are you the only one that can fix...

Count to 10.

You wore the boots.

They've always been lucky for us.

Weirdest divorcing couple ever.

Yeah.

Daddy?

Hi, Reesey.

Daddy?

You're not a doctor. You're a lawman.

Well, I'm lending a hand.

Daddy, I'm scared.

I don't know where I am.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

You been away from home before.

Remember when Mama sent you away?

To her cousin's ranch? Remember?

You used to write me letters.

I did?

You don't remember?

But you had...

I'd passed by then.

You'd been through a lot.

What were they about?

You'll remember.

Darn flies.

Your father is a lawman?

You were rambling.

It's not important what he was.

Mm.

So, he's dead.

Unlike someone who really likes Mounds bars

that wants you to call them.

Last digits 0121.

They're looking for you.

You lied about that.

No. I said I didn't know.

What are you doing?

The reporter... Rebecca Clark-Sherman.

Where is she?

We're still looking for her.

Is she in FBI custody?

We can keep doing this a very long time.

Tell me everything she told you about me

and the clinical trials.

Scared her pretty good.

She didn't say anything.

Sure she did.

You got to me, didn't you?

What did I write to you about the ranch?

That your mother's cousin was a nice woman.

There was more.

You'll remember.

Mama couldn't afford us all after you...

She sent me away.

Say, is it true that you're driving my old Pinto?

Yeah.

No one wanted it.

That's 'cause the starter was on the fritz

way before I got shot.

But you wanted it.