Red Dragon

Will Graham:
I might not have time.

Hannibal Lecter:
I do. I have oodles.

Hannibal Lecter:
I'll call you if I think of anything else, would you perhaps like to leave me your home phone number?

Lloyd Bowman:
What about sweating Lecter?

Will Graham:
We tried sodium amatol on him three years ago to find where he buried a Princeton student; he gave them a recipe for dip.

Jack Crawford:
Forget that prick.

Francis Dolarhyde:
I am the Dragon. / And you call me insane. / You are privy to a great becoming, but you recognize nothing. / You are an ant in the afterbirth. / It is your nature to do one thing correctly. / Before me, you rightly tremble. / But, fear is not what you owe me. / You owe me awe.

Will Graham:
I thought you might enjoy the challenge. Find out if you're smarter than the person I'm looking for.

Hannibal Lecter:
Then, by implication, you think you're smarter than I am, since it was you who caught me.

Will Graham:
No, I know I'm not smarter than you.

Hannibal Lecter:
Then how did you catch me?

Will Graham:
You had... disadvantages.

Hannibal Lecter:
What disadvantages?

Will Graham:
You're insane.

Hannibal Lecter:
And be grateful. Our scars have the power to remind us that the past was real.

Will Graham:
There's nothing wrong with you... except your hair. Your hair is a train wreck.

Francis Dolarhyde:
Open your eyes.

Freddy Lounds:
No.

Francis Dolarhyde:
Open them or I'll staple your eyelids to your forehead.

Francis Dolarhyde:
To me, you are a slug in the sun. You are privy to a great becoming but you recognize nothing. You are an ant in the afterbirth. Before me you rightly tremble. But you owe me more than fear. YOU OWE ME AWE.

Hannibal Lecter:
Remarkable boy. I do admire your courage. I think I'll eat your heart.

Hannibal Lecter:
You will not persuade me with appeals to my intellectual vanity.

Hannibal Lecter:
A robin red-breast in a cage, puts all of Heaven in a rage. Think to yourself that every day is your last. The hour to which you do not look forward will come as a welcome surprise. As for me, when you want a good laugh, you will find me in fine state... fat and sleek, a true hog of Epicurus's herd.

Dinner Guest:
Hannibal, confess. What is this divine-looking amuse bouche?

Hannibal Lecter:
If I tell you, I'm afraid you won't even try it.

Hannibal Lecter:
Have you seen blood in the moonlight? It appears quite black.

Hannibal Lecter:
And how is the young Josh and the lovely Molly, they're always in my thoughts.

Hannibal Lecter:
Ah yes Dr. Chillton. Gruesome isn't he? Fumbles at your head like a freshman pulling at a panty girdle.

Will Graham:
I need your opinion now.

Hannibal Lecter:
Then here's one... you stink of fear and that cheap lotion. You stink of fear Will, but you're not a coward. You fear me, but still you came here. You fear this shy boy, yet still you seek him out. Don't you understand, Will? You caught me because we're very much alike. Without our imaginations, we'd be like all those other poor... dullards. Fear... is the price of our instrument. But I can help you bear it.

Francis Dolarhyde:
I'm the great Red Dragon.

Francis Dolarhyde:
I am not a man. I began as one, but now I am becoming more than a man, as you will witness.

Will Graham:
He's not collecting body parts. He's eating them.

Dr. Frederick Chilton:
Tell me, when you saw Lecter's murders, their style, so to speak, were you able perhaps to reconstruct his fantasies? And, if so, did you jot down any impressions?

Will Graham:
No.

Dr. Frederick Chilton:
Let me be frank, Mr. Graham. The first definitive analysis of Lecter will be a publisher's wet dream. I'd give you full credit, of course

Dr. Frederick Chilton:
Dammit, man, you must have some advice. You caught him. What was your trick?

Will Graham:
I let him kill me.

Hannibal Lecter:
First he kills the pet, and then the family. Freddy was your pet, Will.

Hannibal Lecter:
Beneath the yellow folder, you'll find your latest rejection slip from the archives. It was brought to me by mistake with some of my archives mail. I'm afraid I opened it without looking. Sorry.

Dr. Frederick Chilton:
I think we'll remove Dr. Lecter's toilet seat as well

Hannibal Lecter:
Do you like my little exercise cage, Will? My so-called lawyer is always nagging Dr. Chilton for better accommodations. I don't know which is the greater fool.

Hannibal Lecter:
That's the same atrocious after shave you wore in court.

Dr. Frederick Chilton:
As a research subject, Lecter has proven most disappointing. He's simply impenetrable to psychological testing. Rorschach, Thematic Apperception, he folds them into origami's, as you see.

Will Graham:
What is taking him so long?

Molly:
Are you kidding? It takes him 20 minutes to get out of bed in the morning.

Will Graham:
Yeah, but now I have a serious marshmallow jones.

Will Graham:
He's not going to stop.

Will Graham:
Because it makes him God.

Reba Mclain:
If there's anything I hate worse than pity, it's fake pity. Especially from a walking hard-on like Ralph Mandy.

Francis Dolarhyde:
I have no pity.

Dr. Frederick Chilton:
There's no paper clips in there. No staples, brads, or ring-binders.

Will Graham:
No, I read the security protocols, Dr. Chilton.

Dr. Frederick Chilton:
Then see you observe them. Though, it is perhaps gratuitous to warn you of all people about how dangerous he can be.

Dr. Frederick Chilton:
Hannibal. There's someone here to see you. Wants to ask you a few questions. I said you'd probably refuse. A young woman. Says she's from the FBI, though she's far too pretty if you ask me. I'll tell her you said no.

Hannibal Lecter:
What is her name?

Freddy Lounds:
Will you let me go now?

Francis Dolarhyde:
Soon. There is one more way I can help you to better understand.

Freddy Lounds:
I-I want to understand. I do, and I'm-I'm really gonna be fair from now on. You know that.

[Graham is consulting with Lecter on a series of murders that Lecter is in fact committing]

Hannibal Lecter:
Special Agent Graham? What an unexpected pleasure.

Will Graham:
I'm sorry to bother you again, Dr. Lecter. I know it's very late.

Hannibal Lecter:
There's no bother. We're both night owls, I think. Come in, please. [Will comes in] Let me take your coat. [Hannibal closes the door behind Graham; cut to Graham sitting in Lecter's office] So, what's on your mind?

Will Graham:
We've been on the wrong track, this whole time, doctor, you and I. Our whole profile's wrong. [sighs] Well we've been looking for someone with a crazy grudge, and some kind of anatomical knowledge - decertified doctors; med-school dropouts; laid-off mortuary workers-

Hannibal Lecter:
From the precision of the cuts, yes, and, uh, his choice of souvenirs.

Will Graham:
See that's where we're off target. He's not collecting body parts.

Hannibal Lecter:
Then why keep them?

Will Graham:
He's not keeping them. He's eating them. Listen, we were at Molly's parents for New Year's, and Molly's dad was showing my son Josh how to carve a roasted chicken. He said, "The tenderest part of the chicken is the oysters, here on the outer side of the back." I--I had never heard that expression before, "oysters"? And suddenly, I had a flash of the third victim, Darcy Taylor. She was missing flesh from her back. And then it hit me - liver, kidney, tongue, thymus - every single victim lost some body part used in cooking.

Hannibal Lecter:
[studies Graham for a moment] Have you shared this with the Bureau?

Will Graham:
No, I didn't. I needed to see you first but I'm right. I know I'm right. I'm... I'm starting to be able to think like this one.

Hannibal Lecter:
That's fascinating. You know I'd always suspected as much, you are an eideteker.

Will Graham:
I'm not psychic.

Hannibal Lecter:
No, no, no, this is different; more akin to artistic imagination. You're able to assume the emotional point-of-view of other people, even those that scare or sicken you. It's a troubling gift, I should think. How I'd love to get you on my couch.

Will Graham:
Something still doesn't make sense to me: you're the best forensic psychiatrist I know. And somehow, in all our time together, this possibility never occurred to you.

Hannibal Lecter:
I am only human, Will. Perhaps I made a mistake.

Will Graham:
You don't strike me as a man who makes very many mistakes.

Hannibal Lecter:
Now I'm starting to think that I might no longer enjoy your full confidence.

Will Graham:
No, no, I--I didn't say that. I didn't. I don't, I don't know what I'm saying, I... I'm very, very tired. [thinks for a minute, and then shakes his head in frustration] I... I almost had it.

Hannibal Lecter:
[smiles] It'll come to you.

Will Graham:
[speaking of the serial killer he's investigating] He's not going to stop.

Detective:
Why not?

Will Graham:
Because it makes him God. Would you give that up?

Hannibal Lecter:
That's the same atrocious aftershave you wore in court.

Will Graham:
I keep getting it for Christmas.

Hannibal Lecter:
Christmas, yes. Did you get my card?

Will Graham:
[uncomfortable] I got it. Thank you.

Hannibal Lecter:
So nice of the bureau to forward it to me. You know, they wouldn't give me your home address.

Will Graham:
I need your help, Dr. Lecter.

Hannibal Lecter:
Birmingham and Atlanta. You want to know how he's choosing them, don't you?

Will Graham:
Yes.

Hannibal Lecter:
Why should I?

Will Graham:
I thought you might enjoy the challenge. Find out if you're smarter than the person I'm looking for.

Hannibal Lecter:
Then by implication, you think you are smarter than I am, since it was you who caught me.

Will Graham:
No, I know I'm not smarter than you.

Hannibal Lecter:
Then, how did you catch me?

Will Graham:
It's all in the court records. What does it matter now?

Hannibal Lecter:
It doesn't matter to me, Will.

Will Graham:
You had... disadvantages.

Hannibal Lecter:
What disadvantages?

Will Graham:
... You're insane.

Hannibal Lecter:
You sensed who I was back when I was committing what you call "my crimes".

Will Graham:
Yes.

Hannibal Lecter:
So you were hurt, not by a fault in your perception or your instincts, but because you failed to act on them until it was too late.

Will Graham:
You could say that.

Hannibal Lecter:
But you're wiser now.

Will Graham:
Yes.

Hannibal Lecter:
Imagine what you would do, Will, if you could go back in time.

Will Graham:
Put two in your head before you could palm that stiletto.

Hannibal Lecter:
[smiles] Very good, Will. You know, I believe we're making progress.

Mr. Fisk:
Mr. Crawford, all you got is a hunch. I got three-hundred-eighty-two employees, and they got a union. I can't just turn you guys loose on their files, not without a court order. There are privacy issues here, and the company's exposure.

Jack Crawford:
One of those employees has already killed eleven people that we know of. If he gets away tonight, what is the company's exposure on that?

Mr. Fisk:
Let me get our lawyers down here. I’m sure they can work something out with you.

Jack Crawford:
We don’t have time for that!

Mr. Fisk:
But Mr. Crawford...

Will Graham:

Will Graham:
[to Reba] That's all for now, but I'd like to come back before I leave town to see how you're doing.

Reba McClane:
[choking up] Sure. Who could resist a charmer like me?

Will Graham:
Whatever was left in him that was still human was only kept alive because of you. You probably saved some lives.

Reba McClane:
[crying] I should have known!

Will Graham:
Sometimes you can't. Trust me, I've been there myself. There was a lot wrong with Dolarhyde, but there's nothing wrong with you. [smiles] Except your hair. Your hair is a train wreck.

[Dolorhyde is holding Graham's son at knifepoint]

Francis Dolarhyde:
Drop it. Do it now, gumshoe. Your son is about to change. Then your wife. You can watch, then I'll take care of you.

[Will drops knife, then notices that his son has wet himself]

Will Graham:
[imitating Dolorhyde's grandmother] Look at you. I have never seen a child as disgusting as you! You pissed yourself, you dirty little beast? You want me to cut it off? Is that what you want me to do? Apologize! Don't cry at me, you little f*ggot! Say it! Say it, or I will cut it off! Say, "I'm sorry, daddy, I'm a dirty little beast. Freak. Harelip. And no one will ever love me!

[Enraged, Dolarhyde attacks him]

Will Graham:
Run!

Hannibal Lecter:
That's the same atrocious aftershave you wore in court.

Will Graham:
I keep getting it for Christmas.

Hannibal Lecter:
Christmas, yes. Did you get my card?

Will Graham:
[uncomfortable] I got it. Thank you.

Hannibal Lecter:
So nice of the bureau to forward it for me. You know, they wouldn't give me your home address.

Dr. Hannibal Lecter:
Without our imaginations, we'd be like all those other poor dullards. Fear is the price of our instrument. But I can help you bear it.

Dr. Hannibal Lecter:
Have you ever seen blood in the moonlight, Will? It appears quite black. If one were nude, say, one would want to have outdoor privacy for that sort of thing.

Dr. Hannibal Lecter:
Tell me, Will. Did you enjoy it? Your first murder? Of course you did. And why shouldn't it feel good? It does to God. Why, only last week in Texas, He dropped a whole church roof on the heads of 34 of His worshippers, just as they were groveling through a hymn. He wouldn't begrudge you one journalist.

Dr. Hannibal Lecter:
[in the final letter to Will] My dear Will, you must be healed by now... on the outside, at least. I hope you're not too ugly. What a collection of scars you have. Never forget who gave you the best of them, and be grateful; our scars have the power to remind us that the past was real. We live in a primitive time, don't we, Will? Neither savage nor wise. Half measures are the curse of it; a rational society would either kill me or put me to some use. Do you dream much, Will? I think of you often. Your old friend, Hannibal Lecter.

Will Graham:
[Of Dolarhyde] When I read his journal, it was just so sad. I couldn't help feeling sorry for him. He wasn't born a monster; he was made one through years of abuse.

Francis Dolarhyde:
[Dolarhyde's "fan letter" to Dr. Lecter]: My dear Dr. Lecter: I wanted to tell you I'm delighted that you've taken an interest in me. And when I learned of your vast correspondence, I thought: "Dare I?" Of course I do. I don't believe you'll tell them who I am. Besides, what particular body I currently occupy is trivial. The important thing is what I am becoming. I know that you alone can understand this transformation. I have some things I'd love to show you. If circumstances permit, I hope we can correspond. I have admired you for years and have a complete collection of your press notices. Actually, I think of them as unfair reviews. As unfair as mine. They do like to sling demeaning nicknames, don't they? "The Tooth Fairy." What could be more inappropriate? It would shame me for you to read that, if I didn't know you had suffered the same distortions in the press.