DR. QUINN (contd.)
Now then. What did Miggs say to you?
(She is puzzled)
"Multiple Miggs," in the next cell. He
hissed at you. What did he say?
CLARICE
He said - "I can smell your cunt."
DR. QUINN
I see. I myself cannot. You use Evyan skin
cream, and sometimes you wear L'Air du
Temps, but not today. You brought your
best bag, though, didn't you?
CLARICE
(beat)
Yes.
DR. QUINN
It's much better than your shoes.
CLARICE
Maybe they'll catch up.
DR. QUINN
I have no doubt of it.
CLARICE
(shifting uncomfortably)
Did you do those drawings, Doctor?
DR. QUINN
Yes. That's the Duomo, seen from the
Belvedere. Do you know Florence?
CLARICE
All that detail, just from memory...?
DR. QUINN
Memory, Officer Starling, is what I have
instead of view.
A pause, then Clarice takes the questionnaire from her case.
CLARICE
Dr. Quinn, if you'd please consider -
DR. QUINN
No, no, no. You were doing fine, you'd
been courteous and receptive to courtesy,
you'd established trust with the embar-
rassing truth about Miggs, and now this
ham-handed segue into your questionnaire.
It won't do. It's stupid and boring.
CLARICE
I'm only asking you to look at this,
Doctor. Either you will or you won't.
DR. QUINN
Ray Campbell must be very busy indeed if
he's recruiting help from the student
body. Busy hunting that new one, Buffalo
Bill... Such a naughty boy! Did Campbell
send you to ask for my advice on him?
CLARICE
No, I came because we need -
DR. QUINN
How many women has he used, our Bill?
CLARICE
Five... so far.
DR. QUINN
All flayed...?
CLARICE
Partially, yes. But Doctor, that's an
active case, I'm not involved. If you
could -
DR. QUINN
Do you know why he's called Buffalo Bill?
Tell me. The newspapers won't say.
CLARICE
I'll tell you if you'll look at this form.
(He considers, then nods)
It started as a bad joke in Kansas City
Homicide. They said... this one likes to
skin his humps.
DR. QUINN
Witless and misleading. Why do you
think he takes their skins, Officer
Starling? Thrill me with your wisdom.
CLARICE
It excites him. Most serial killers
keep some sort of - trophies.
DR. QUINN
I didn't.
CLARICE
No. You ate yours.
A tense beat, then a smile from him, at this small boldness
DR. QUINN
A census taker once tried to test me. I
ate his liver with some fava beans and
a nice chianti... Fly back to school,
little Starling.