I need your help, Dr. Lecter.

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

Yes.

Why should I?

There are things you don’t have - books, library privileges, maybe even computer access. I'll speak to the Chief of Staff.

Ah, yes, Dr. Chilton. Gruesome, isn't he? Fumbles at your head like a freshman at a panty girdle. If you’ll recall, Will, our last collaboration ended rather messily.

And there’s another reason.

I’m all ears.

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

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

No, I know I'm not smarter than you.

Then, how did you catch me?

It's all in the transcripts. What does it matter now?

It doesn't matter to me, Will.

You had... disadvantages.

What disadvantages?

... You're insane.

[pause]

You’re very tan, Will. And your hands are so rough, not like a cop’s hands, anymore. That lotion is something a child would select. It has a ship on the bottle, does it not? [menacing] And how is young Josh, and the lovely Molly? They’re always in my thoughts, you know.