【文章內(nèi)容簡(jiǎn)介】 corridor,takes a deep breath, walks into it. he watches her go.cut to:int. dr. quinn39。s corridor daymoving shot with clarice, as her footsteps echo. high to herright, surveillance cameras. on her left, cells. some are padded, with narrow observation slits, others are normal, barred...shadowy occupants pacing, muttering... suddenly a dark figurein the nexttolast cell hurtles towards her, his face mashinggrotesquely against his bars as he hisses.dark figurei ccan sssmell your cunt!clarice flinches momentarily, but then walks on.dr. quinn39。s cellis ing slowly into view... behind its barred front wall is asecond barrier of stout nylon net... sparse, bolteddown furniture, many softcover books and papers. on the walls, extraordinarily detailed, skillful drawings, mostly european cityscapes,in charcoal or crayon.claricestops, at a police distance from his bars, clears her throat.claricedr. quinn... my name is clarice starling.may i talk with you?dr. gideon quinnis lounging on his bunk, in white pajamas, reading an italianvogue. he turns, considers her... a face so long out of thesun, it seems almost leached except for the glittering eyes,and the wet red mouth. he rises smoothly, crossing to stand before her。 the gracious host. his voice is cultured, soft.dr. quinngood morning.cutting between themas clarice es a measured distance closer.claricedoctor, we have a hard problem in psychological profiling. i want to ask foryour help with a questionnaire.dr. quinn39。we39。 being the behavioral science unit,at quantico. you39。re one of ray campbell39。s,i expect.claricei am, yes.dr. quinnmay i see your credentials?clarice is surprised, but fishes her id card from her bag,holds it up for his inspection. he smiles, soothingly.dr. quinn (contd.)closer, please... closer...she plies each time, trying to hide her fear. dr. quinn39。snostrils lift, as he gently, like an animal, tests the air.then he smiles, glancing at her card.dr. quinn (contd.)that expires in one week. you39。re notreal fbi, are you?claricei39。m still in training at the academy.dr. quinnray campbell sent a trainee to me?claricewe39。re talking about psychology, doctor,not the bureau. can you decide for yourself whether or not i39。m qualified?dr. quinnmmmmm... that39。s rather slippery of you,officer starling. sit. please.she sits in the folding metal deskchair. he waits politelytill she39。s settled, then sits down himself, faces her happily.dr. quinn (contd.)now then. what did miggs say to you?(she is puzzled)39。multiple miggs,39。 in the next cell. hehissed at you. what did he say?claricehe said 39。i can smell your cunt.39。dr. quinni see. i myself cannot. you use evyan skincream, and sometimes you wear l39。air dutemps, but not today. you brought yourbest bag, though, didn39。t you?clarice(beat)yes.dr. quinnit39。s much better than your shoes.claricemaybe they39。ll catch up.dr. quinni have no doubt of it.clarice(shifting unfortably)did you do those drawings, doctor?dr. quinnyes. that39。s the duomo, seen from thebelvedere. do you know florence?clariceall that detail, just from memory...?dr. quinnmemory, officer starling, is what i haveinstead of view.a pause, then clarice takes the questionnaire from her case.claricedr. quinn, if you39。d please consider dr. quinnno, no, no. you were doing fine, you39。dbeen courteous and receptive to courtesy,you39。d established trust with the embarrassing truth about miggs, and now thishamhanded segue into your questionnaire.it won39。t do. it39。s stupid and boring.claricei39。m only asking you to look at this,doctor. either you will or you won39。t.dr. quinnray campbell must be very busy indeed ifhe39。s recruiting help from the studentbody. busy hunting that new one, buffalobill... such a naughty boy! did campbellsend you to ask for my advice on him?clariceno, i came because we need dr. quinnhow many women has he used, our bill?claricefive... so far.dr. quinnall flayed...?claricepartially, yes. but doctor, that39。s anactive case, i39。m not involved. if youcould dr. quinndo you know why he39。s called buffalo bill?tell me. the newspapers won39。t say.claricei39。ll tell you if you39。ll look at this form.(he considers, then nods)it started as a bad joke in kansas cityhomicide. they said... this one likes toskin his humps.dr. quinnwitless and misleading. why do youthink he takes their skins, officerstarling? thrill me with your wisdom.clariceit excites him. most serial killerskeep some sort of trophies.dr. quinni didn39。t.clariceno. you ate yours.a tense beat, then a smile from him, at this small boldness.dr. quinnsend that through.she rolls him the questionnaire, in his sliding food tray. herises, glances at it, turning a page or two disdainfully.dr. quinn (contd.)oh, officer starling... do you think youcan dissect me with this blunt little tool?clariceno. i only hoped that your knowledge suddenly he whips the tray back at her, with a metallic clangthat makes her start. his voice remains a pleasant purr.dr. quinn (contd.)you39。re sooo ambitious, aren39。t you...?you know what you look like to me, withyour good bag and your cheap shoes? youlook like a rube. a wellscrubbed, hustling rube with a little taste... goodnutrition has given you some length ofbone, but you39。re not more than one generation from poor white trash, are you officer starling...? that accent you39。retrying so desperately to shed purewest virginia. what was your father, dear?was he a coal miner? did he stink ofthe lamp...? and oh, how quickly the boysfound you! all those tedious, stickyfumblings, in the back seats of cars,while you could only dream of getting out.getting anywhere yes? getting all theway to the f...b...i.his every word h