Good afternoon. Sorry to bother you. I'm looking for Mrs Lippman's family.
No, Lippmans don't live here any more.
Excuse me. I really need to speak with you.
What's the problem, officer?
I'm investigating the death of Fredrica Bimmel. Your name is?
Oh, uh, Jack Gordon.
Mr. Gordon, good, uh ... well, Frederica used to work for Mrs. Lippman. Did you know her?
No, nuh-uh. Oh, wait ... was she a great, big, fat person?
Yeah, she was a big girl, sir.
Yeah, I may've ... no, I read about her in the newspaper. Um, Mrs. Lippman had a son, though, maybe he could help you. I got his card in here someplace. Do you wanna come in while I look for it?
May I?
Yeah, sure. Are you close to catching somebody, you think?
Yes. We may be. Did you ... take over this place after Mrs. Lippman died, is that right?
Yeah, I – I bought this house ... two years ago.
[looking around]
Did she leave any records? Any business records, tax forms, lists of employees?
No, nothing like that at all. Say, does the FBI learn something? The police around here don't seem to have the first clue.
[Clarice notices a moth]
... I mean, have you got, like, a description, fingerprints, anything like that?
No. No, I don't.
Very good, Mr. Gordon. May I use your phone, please?
[draws her gun]
Freeze! Put your hands over your head and turn around! Spread your legs! Spread your legs! Put your hands in the back ... thumbs up – freeze!
[Jame runs off]
