Dr. Lecter, I brought an affidavit guaranteeing your new rights. You want to read it before I sign?
I won't waste your time or Catherine's time bargaining for petty privileges. Clarice Starling and that awful Jack Crawford have wasted far too much time already. I only pray they haven't doomed the poor girl. Let me help you now, and I will trust you when it is all over.
You have my word. Paul? [her aide is poised to take notes]
Buffalo Bill's real name is Louis Friend. I met him just once, he was referred to me in April or May 1980 by my patient Benjamin Raspail. They were lovers, you see. But Raspail had become very frightened. Apparently, Louis had murdered a transient and done things with her skin.
We need his address and a physical description.
Tell me, Senator, did you nurse Catherine yourself?
What?
Did you breastfeed her?
Now, wait a minute …
Yes, I did.
Toughened your nipples, didn't it?
Oh, you son of a bitch!
Amputate a man's leg, and he can still feel it tickling. Tell me, ma'am, when your little girl is on the slab, where will it tickle you?
[disgusted]
Take this thing back to Baltimore!
[She turns and starts to leave, but stops as Lector continues]
Five foot ten, strongly built, about 180 pounds; hair blonde, eyes pale blue. He'd be about 35 now. He said he lived in Philadelphia, but may have lied. That's all I can remember, ma'am, but if I think of any more, I will let you know. Oh, and Senator, just one more thing: love your suit.
