Manhunter (1986) - full transcript

Will Graham is a former FBI agent who recently retired to Florida with his wife Molly and their young son. Graham was a 'profiler'; one who profiles criminal's behavior and tries to put his mind into the minds of criminals to examine their thoughts while visiting crime scenes. Will is called out of his self-imposed retirement at the request of his former boss Jack Crawford to help the FBI catch an elusive serial killer, known to the press as the 'Tooth Fairy', who randomly kills whole families in their houses during nights of the full moon and leaves bite marks on his victims. To try to search for clues to get into the mind of the killer, Will has occasional meetings with Dr. Hannibal Lecktor, a charismatic but very dangerous imprisoned serial killer that Will captured years earlier which nearly drove him insane from the horrific encounter that nearly cost Will's life. With some help and hindrance, Will races against the clock before the next full moon when the 'Tooth Fairy' will strike again. Elsewhere, a local photographer named Francis Dollarhyde, the killer that Will is looking for, struggles to stay undetected while seeing a hope of redemption when be begins a relationship with a blind woman who is not aware of his double life.

We should've talked at the boatyard.

You don't wanna talk about it here.

I'm not falling all over myself

to talk about it
much of anywhere, Jack.

How much do you know?

Not much.

The Birmingham one
was in the papers over a month ago.

The second one in Atlanta
was all over TV.

Did you ever think
about giving me a call?

- No.
- Why not?

I quit. Remember?

You look all right now.

I am... all right.

If you can't look
anymore, I understand.

Don't try to run a game
down on me, Jack.

If I really didn't need you
to come back, I wouldn't ask.

This guy's on a lunar cycle.

I have three weeks and a few days
until the next full moon.

We have a better chance
to get him fast...

if you help.

I'll think about it.

Stay and eat.

Hi, Molly.

- Think it'll keep them out, Dad?
- Yep.

How many turtle eggs
think are in here?

Huh? In this hatchery?

I'll bet there's 40 or 50 of them.

Crabs get most of the newborns, huh?

Yeah, but not now.

These are all gonna make it,

What about the dogs?

- Are they gonna get in here?
- No, they can't dig under.

You see, that's why we bury the wire
down in the sand.

We need more staples, pal.

You're supposed to be
his friend, Jack.

Why didn't you leave him alone?

If he decides to do it, Molly,

I'll keep him as far away from it
as I can.

We got it pretty good, don't we?

We have it more than good.

All that happened to you before
lets you know that.

If I went back,
I'd only look at evidence.

I wouldn't get deeply involved.

He'd never even see me
or know my name.

If they find him, they'll have
to take him down, not me.

Whatcha think?

I think you've already decided
and you're not really asking.

If I were asking?

Stay here with me, me and Kevin.

But it's selfish, and I know it.

Come here.

I'll come inside
with you, if you want,

to show you around.

Mr. Crawford said maybe
you'd want to be alone, but...

That's right.

There's a... VCR hooked up
in your hotel room.

They transferred some home movies
of both families onto half-inch VHS.


Intruder entered
through kitchen sliding door.

Used a glass cutter
anchored to a suction cup.

His entry was skillful.

All the prints are smooth gloves.

Blond hair, strong,
size 12 shoe imprint.

Blood AD positive,

typed from saliva on glass
from licking the suction cup.

Why didn't he care
that he left saliva on the glass?

It was hot out that night,

so inside the house
must have felt cool to him.

Intruder cut Charles Leeds' throat
as he was rising,

then shot Mrs. Leeds.

Bullet entered right of her navel
and lodged in her lumbar spine,

but she died of strangulation.

Moderate elevation of serotonin
and marked increase

of free histamine level
in gunshot wound indicates...

she lived at least five minutes
after she was shot.

All her other injuries
were post-mortem.

Direction and velocity of bloodstains
on east wall indicate arterial spray.

Even with his throat cut,
Leeds tried to fight

because the intruder was moving
to the children's room.

Bloodstains on west wall
of master bedroom

and matted sliding marks
on hall carpet remain unexplained,

as does superficial ligature mark
around Mr. Leeds' chest,

also believed to be post-mortem.

What'd the killer do with them
after they were dead?

Hi, this is Valerie Leeds.

Sorry, I can't come
to the phone right now,

but if you'd like to leave a message,
please do so after the beep,

and I'll call you back
as soon as I can.

Mrs. Leeds' injuries
were post-mortem,

four or five minutes later.
What the?

What'd he do in the interval?

The smeared bloodstains
on the west wall...


- Hello?
- Molly?

- Will, is that you?
- Yeah, it's me, honey.

Look, I'll call you tomorrow.
Go back to sleep.

I love you.

I love you too, baby.

What are you dreaming?

That's something you can't afford
for me to know about, isn't it?

God, she's lovely, isn't she?

It was maddening to have to touch her
with rubber gloves on, wasn't it?

They found talcum powder
on her leg,

but there wasn't any talcum powder
in the bathroom.

The talcum powder came out
of a rubber glove

as you pulled it off to touch her.

You took off your gloves
to touch her, didn't you?

Didn't you, you son of a bitch?

You touched her
with your bare hands,

and then you put
your gloves back on.

But while your gloves were off,

did you open all their eyes
so that they could see ya?


Jack, this is Graham.

Is Price still in Latent Prints?

Yeah, he's in charge
of the Single Print Index now.

What do you got, Will?

Get him to Atlanta.

Atlanta PD swears
they dusted everything,

and their guy is pretty good.

He is good.
He's not as good as Price.

I'll get him on a plane
in the morning.

What do you want him to do?

Dust Mrs. Leeds' finger and toenails
and the corneas of all their eyes.

I think he took off his gloves, Jack.

Our people swear he wore
surgeon's gloves the whole time.

They dusted everything.

Your report didn't mention eyes.

Why do you think
he took his gloves off?

Because Mrs. Leeds
was a beautiful woman.

All right, all right.
Settle down, now.

Sit down, please.

After-house interviews will he
extended an additional four blocks.

RNI's loaned us a couple of clerks

to cross-match
the airline reservations

between Birmingham last month
and Atlanta now.

Dr. Princi.

This is what the subject's teeth
looked like.

The Smithsonian in Washington
reconstructed these

from the impressions
that we took of the bite marks

on the Leeds woman here

and the Jacobi woman
in Birmingham last month.

As you can see,
he has pegged lateral incisors,

that's these teeth here and here.

All right.

Investigator Graham, you've worked
this kind of thing before.

Can you add anything?

Could you come up to the front?

I don't think he's a drifter,
acting upon victims of opportunity.

Skillful entry indicates
premeditation and planning.

Therefore, I believe
he's an organized individual

who probably lives life competently
with little or no leakage.

Meaning in appearance
he could be absolutely anyone?

That's right.

Bodies being arranged
into an audience and the mirrors

make me believe that there's a rich
and intense fantasy life

going on here.

The elevated experience
is the fantasy.

The act fuels the fantasy.

To discover what he thinks
he's doing in there,

why he picked who he picked,
did what he did,

to understand his motive,
you have to know his illusions,

his dreams.

Which are?

I don't know.

What else do you have for us?

That's all I have.

All right. Vice and Narcotics,

you take the K-Y cowboys
and the leather bars.

Marcus, Whitman,
heads up at the funeral.

The rest of your assignments
are on the sheet. Let's go.

Oh, well, one more thing.

I've heard officers referring
to this killer as the Tooth Fairy.

Yeah. Well, I don't want to hear that
in public,

and I don't want to see it
in internal memoranda. That's it.

I know a burglar's gonna fence
what he stole

'cause his motive is cash money.

I know his motive,
so I go to work on fences.

This guy, we don't even have motive.

None of us have shit,
and we know it.

It's in his dreams.

- His motive?
- Yeah.

The commissioner was saying
that you're the one

who, uh, got Garrett Jacob Hobbs,

and then Dr. Lecktor
three years ago.

Lecktor killed nine people,
didn't he?

Nine that we know of.
Two didn't die.

What happened to them?

One's on a respirator
at a hospital in Baltimore,

the other's in a private
mental hospital in Denver.

What the psychologists say
was wrong with Lecktor?

The psychologists call him
a psychopath.

They don't know what else
to call him.

I understand he cut you pretty good.

What about the dog?

It's at the vet's.

The kids brought it in

with a puncture wound
in the abdomen.

The Jacobis in Birmingham
had a cat, didn't they?

That's right.

We found a litter box downstairs,
but we didn't find a cat.

Why don't you get Birmingham PD
a methane probe out of Washington,

have them cover the backyard.

Maybe the cat's dead
and the kids buried it.


This is Jimmy Price, FBI.

- Let me put you on speakerphone.
- Who am I talking to?

Uh, Jimmy, it's Jack Crawford.
You got Will Graham here, too.

I got a partial print
with a tented arch,

it's probably a thumb.

And the fragment of a palm

off the nail
of Mrs. Leeds' left big toe.

Thumbprint came off
the oldest kid's left eye.

It stood out against
an eight-hall hemorrhage

from the gunshot wound.

Can we make an identification
off of it?

Maybe, if he's ever been
printed and he's in my index.

I want to work these up
in my own darkroom.

I'll fax the prints down to you
this afternoon.

Thanks, Jimmy.

No... no comment.

If we get lucky
with that print, we're in,

if Jimmy can find him in the index
and if he's ever been printed.

- Hey, Will Graham!
- If not, I don't know.

Whadda ya hear? Whadda ya say?
You remember me?

Freddie Lounds, covered
the Lecktor case for the Tattler,

did the paperback.

So, come on, Will,
when did they call you in?

What do you got? Hey, look,
I'm buying lunch, all right?

Hey, Lounds,
why don't you give it a rest?

Hey, he's news.
I'm doing my job.

So, how does this guy compare
with Lecktor? Huh?

What does he do to 'em?
How's he do 'em?

How's he do 'em, Will?

Keep the fuck away from me.

Will, Will.

The son of a bitch snuck
into the hospital

while I was sedated after Lecktor.

He pulled back the sheets,
and he took pictures.

Yeah, I know.

Look, don't expect too much
from me, all right?

We only got three weeks left,
and you're our best shot.

What, you think I'm gonna see him
standing in the street,

and say, "There he is"?

That's Houdini you're thinking about.

The Tooth Fairy's gonna go on
until we get smart or we get lucky.

- He won't stop.
- Why?

He's got a genuine taste for it.

You do know something about him.

Not enough.

Think I'll go see Lecktor tomorrow.


Recover the mindset.

- Yeah?
- Hey, hotshot.

- You doing some good?
- Nothing you'd notice.

- I miss ya.
- Me too.

I miss my husband.

What's going on?

Day-to-day is boring.

Tell me what you're doing.

I'm eatin' room service.

They don't have a lock on anything,

There's not enough
physical evidence,

or else I haven't done enough
with it yet.

Were you gonna be in Atlanta long?

I mean, you know, I'm not
hugging you about coming home,

but I was just wondering.

I don't know.
I gotta go to Baltimore tomorrow.

To do what?

Uh, I got to see somebody.

I was thinking about, um,
painting the kitchen.

What color do you like?

Will, are you there?

Uh, I don't know, paint it...
Let's paint it yellow.

Yellow's kind of a bad color for me.
I'll look green at breakfast.

- Blue, then.
- I don't know about blue.

Look, paint the damn room
battleship grey, what do I care?

I'm sorry.

Look, when I get back,
we'll go to the paint store together,

and we'll get some chips,
and we'll figure out...

Look, Will, I don't know why
I'm talking trivia.

I called to tell you that I love you
and I miss you.

And I'm...
You're doing the right thing.

And it's costing you, too,
I know that.

I'm here.

I'm right here, and I'll be here
whenever you come home.

I'll meet you if you need me to...



That's what I called to tell you.


I love you.


That's the same atrocious aftershave
you wore in court three years ago.

Yeah, I keep getting it
for Christmas.

Did you get my card?

I got it. Thank you.

And how is Officer Stewart?

The one who was first
to see my basement.

Stewart's fine.

Emotional problems, I hear.

Do you have any problems, Will?


No, of course you don't.

I'm glad you came.

My callers are mostly
clinical psychologists

from cornfield universities

Second-raters, the lot.

Dr. Bloom showed me
your article on surgical addiction

In the Journal of Clinical Psychiatry.

- And?
- Very interesting.

- Even to a layman.
- Layman?

A layman?

An interesting term.

So many experts
on government grants.

And you say, you're a layman?

But it was you who caught me,
wasn't it, Will?

- Do you know how you did it?
- What does it matter now?

It doesn't matter to me, Will.

I want you to help me, Dr. Lecktor.

Yes, I thought so.

It's about Atlanta and Birmingham.


- You read about it?
- In the papers.

I don't tear out the articles.

I wouldn't want them to think
I was dwelling on anything morbid.

You want to know
how he's choosing them, don't you?

- I thought you might have some ideas.
- Why should I tell you?

You'd get to see the file
on this case.

- And there's another reason.
- Pray tell.

Thought you might be curious to see

if you're smarter
than the person I'm looking for.

Then, by implication,
you think you're smarter than me,

since you caught me.

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

- Then how did you catch me, Will?
- You had disadvantages.

What disadvantages?

You're insane.

You are very tan, Will.

Your hands are rough.

They don't look
like cop's hands anymore.

And that shaving lotion
is something a child would select.

It has a ship on the bottle,
doesn't it?

Don't think you can persuade me
with appeals

to my intellectual vanity.

I don't think
I'll persuade you at all.

You'll either do it or you won't.

Besides, we have Dr. Bloom
working on it, and he's the best.

- Do you have the file with you?
- Yes.

- Pictures?
- Yes.

Let me have them,
and I might consider it.


Dream much, Will?

Goodbye, Dr. Lecktor.

You haven't threatened
to take away my books yet.

Let me have the file,
and I'll tell you what I think.

This is a very shy boy, Will.

What were their yards like?

Big back yards.

Fences, hedges. Why?

Because, my dear Will,

if this pilgrim imagines
he has a relationship with the moon,

he might go outside to look at it.

Have you ever seen blood
in the moonlight, Will?

Appears quite black.

If one were nude,

it would be better to have privacy
for this sort of thing.

That's interesting.

No, it's not.
You thought of it before.

I considered it.

You came here to look at me,

to get the old scent back again,
didn't you?

I want your opinion.

I don't have one right now.

Well, when you have one,
I'd like to hear it.

- Can I keep this?
- I haven't decided yet.

I'll study them.

When you get more files,
I'd like to see them, too.

You can call me.

When I have to call my lawyer,
they bring me a telephone.

Would you like to leave me
your home phone number?


Do you know
how you caught me, Will?

Goodbye, Dr. Lecktor.

You can leave messages for me
at the number on the file.

Do you know how you caught me?

The reason you caught me, Will,
is we're just alike.

Do you understand?

Smell yourself.


217 now hoarding at Gate 12.

Eastern Airlines, Flight 217

is now ready for boarding at Gate 12.

Get up against the bunk
and face the wall.

Don't turn around,
or I'll Mace you in the face.

Thank you so much.
I'll call you when I'm finished.

Are you ready for your call?

Yes, thank you.

Christiansen & Golub, Law Offices.

Excuse me.
I must have misdialed.

Thank you for using AT&T.

This is Operator 24.

Operator, I don't have
the use of my arms.

Would you be so kind as to, uh...

dial a number for me, please?

Certainly. What's the number?

Area code 301, 555-6624.

The University of Chicago,
Department of Psychiatry.

Dr. Sidney Bloom, please.

He's not in,
but I'll connect you to his office.

What's his secretary's name again?

Uh, Martha King.
Just a moment, please.

- Martha King's desk.
- Hi, Martha.

Martha doesn't come in nights.

Maybe you can help me.

This is Bob Greer

of Blaine & Edwards
publishing company.

Dr. Bloom asked me to send a copy

of The Psychiatrist and the Law
to someone.

Martha never sent me
the address and phone number.

She'll be in in the morning.

Well, I've got to catch
Federal Express

in about five minutes.

I'd be immensely appreciative

if you could pull it out
of her Rolodex for me.

I don't see a Rolodex.

I'll bet she has a call caddy
right next to her phone.

- Yeah...
- Well, zip that little pointer

right on down to the letter G.

All right.

The name we're looking for,
the last name Graham,

the man the book
is supposed to be sent to,

a Mr. Will Graham.

Federal Bureau of Investigation,

10th and Pennsylvania,
Washington, D.C..

Now, I'll bet it has
his home address there, too.

3680 DeSoto Highway,
Captiva, Florida.

Thank you... so very much.

I've finished.

- Mom!
- Oh, my gosh.

It's all right. Stewardess!

Ladies and gentlemen,

We are beginning our descent
into Birmingham.

Yeah, this couple come down
from Duluth.

We was talking them down
the short-term mortgages.

And I'm figuring, "Gee, Andy,
you're gonna unload this turkey."

Well, and a squad car rolls up,

and they start asking questions.

Then the good old boys
give 'em the whole grand tour...

Who was lying where, and what.


So, they get in their Sedan DeVille
and get the hell out of here.

Any single men
ask to see the house?

Haven't asked me.

You used a cutting tool
on the branch, so that you could see.

Then you passed the time
whittling and dreaming.

When night came, you saw them
pass by their bright windows.

Then you watched
the shades go down,

then you saw the lights go out,
one by one.

Then, after a while,
you climbed down

and you went in to them, didn't ya?

Didn't you, you son of a bitch?

You watched them
all goddamned day long!

That's why houses with big yards.

I need the Firearms
and Tool Marks section

out here on a severed branch.

I need to know
what kind of cutting tool he used.

And then I need Bowman
in Documents to fall on this carving.

- Is it weird?
- The mark? Yeah.

If Documents can't do the carving,
I'll send it up to Langley.

Did Price get an identification
off the Leeds print?

No, Price hasn't found him
in the index yet.

It's a hand search.
He's got half his department on it.

Listen Will, have you seen
this week's Tattler?

It's not on my preferred reading list,

Yeah, well, uh, your picture's
all over the front page.

Who the hell was it? Lounds?

Of course. Who else?

God damn it, Jack!

I promised Molly!
I promised her!

Come in.

- Dr. Chilton?
- Yes?

When we were cleaning out
Dr. Lecktor's cell,

he heard us coming
and hid something in a book.

We got him out of there
and dug around.

- Is that it?
- Yes.

Put it down on my desk, Bonner.

Has anyone else seen this
except you?


Special Agent Crawford's office.

This is Dr. Chilton. I need to speak
to Mr. Graham right away.

He's not here,
he's in Birmingham.

Special Agent Crawford
is on the line with him now.

Will you please tell them
this is very, very urgent.

I'll hold on.

Dr. Chilton, it's Jack Crawford.

You have Will Graham
on the line, too.

I have a note,
or two pieces of a note

that appears to be from that man
who killed those people in Atlanta.

Dr. Chilton, where did you get it?

In Hannibal Lecktor's cell.
It was hidden in a book.

Dr. Chilton,
don't touch the note.

Can you read it to us?

It's written on toilet tissue.

"My dear Dr. Lecktor,
I wanted to tell you

I am delighted that you've taken
an interest in me.

I know that you alone
can understand what I am becoming.

You alone know the people I use
to help me in these things

are only elements
undergoing change

to fuel the radiance
of what I am becoming,

just as the source of light
is burning.

I have a collection
of your press clippings.

I think they are absurd,
as are mine.

'The Tooth Fairy, '

what could be more inappropriate?

Investigator Graham interests me,

very purposeful-looking.

I hope we can correspond."

Mr. Graham,
there's a piece missing here.

Now I'll read the bottom part.

"After I hear back from you,

I might send you something wet."

Signed "Avid Fan".

It has teeth marks
pressed into it at the bottom.

Sarah, order a chopper,
next thing smoking.

I don't care whose it is.

Two, call Alabama Air National Guard

and tell 'em to get Graham
back here right now.

Then call Documents
and tell them to scramble a team.

I want everybody moving
five minutes ago. You understand?

I have a Documents team
on its way to you by helicopter

to pick up the note.

Listen, after we've worked the note,

I want to replace it
in Lecktor's cell.

I don't want Lecktor to know
that we've found it.

He might try to warn
the killer somehow.

- Where's Lecktor now?
- Holding cell.

How long can you keep him in there
without him getting suspicious?

Three, four hours.

Brian, we have a note coming in
on the flight,

possibly from the Tooth Fairy,
number one priority.

It has to go to Hair and Fiber,
Latent Prints, and then Documents.

Will Graham and I
will be walking it through.

One hair, Graham.
Maybe half an inch.

- And a couple of blue grains.
- Work the hair.

Do we have
the negative comparison?

Hair from Lecktor's comb,

whiskers from Lecktor's razor
they let him use.

This is, uh, hair
from the security guard.

How many guys
handled this without gloves?

The guard, cleanup man, Lecktor.

The cleanup man scrubbing sinks

probably had the oil
washed off his fingers.

But the others...

One smudge.

Those aren't ridges.
It's just the texture of the paper.

I can fume for a print,

but can't guarantee
the iodine stains would fade out.

- Ninhydrin? Boost it with heat?
- No.

We couldn't wash it after.

I can't get a print off this

in the time you've got
to get it back, Will.

- How long do I have?
- Twenty minutes, max.

The main thing to find out is,

how was Lecktor
supposed to reply to him?

Which is probably
the missing section,

because at the top it says,
"I hope we can correspond,"

then comes the gap.

This note was written in ballpoint,
but it looks like Lecktor

went over this area
with a felt-tip pen,

then tore it away.

You're so sly, but so am I.

The aniline dyes used in the ink
of the felt-tip pens,

like Lecktor used,
are transparent to infrared.

The Tooth Fairy's ballpoint isn't.

This looks like the tip of a T
here, here, and here.

At the end is what could be
the top of an R.

There's three Ts and an R
in "Tattler".

We know our boy reads it.
The article about me and Lecktor.

I don't know anybody else
that's carried that.

Personal ads.

We believe the Tooth Fairy
told Lecktor to reply to him

through the personal ad section
of the National Tattler.

The Chicago office
is down there right now

running through their ads.

We have cut
into a line of communication

between the Tooth Fairy
and Lecktor.

If we find Lecktor's reply,
we plan to pull it,

substitute it with one of our own.

And this is what the Tooth Fairy
will read. Bill?

"Dear Avid Fan,

inherit my mantle
and surpass my achievements.

Mementoes for you
at Baltimore Central Left Luggage.

Ticket number 72663."

It's a Secret Service letter drop.
We plan to stake it out.

When he shows, we'll grab him.
Anything from Chicago?

- Not yet.
- When do they go to press?

Thirty-five minutes.

- Christ.
- Let's get to the physical.

There was no print.

Scale counts and core size
of the hair

match the blond hair
found in the Jacobis'.

That note was written by your man.

Aside from the hair,
three blue grains, dark flecks,

went to Brian's end.

The grains are commercial
granulated cleanser with chlorine,

from the cleaning man.

Several particles of dried blood,
but not enough to type.

This is Chester.
Who am I talking to?

Will Graham, Jack Crawford.

Got a personal ad
with "Avid Fan" in it

being telexed to you right now.

- Read it.
- "Dear Avid Fan,

You honor me.
You're very beautiful."

Oh, Christ.

"I offer 100 prayers
for your safety.

Find help in Galatians 6:11, 15:2,

Acts 3:3, Revelations 18:7,

Jonah 6:8, John 6:22, Luke 1:7."


Jimmy, did you get anywhere at all
identifying him off the Leeds' prints?

Not yet.

Photography at Langley?

They got shot a telex.
They're on it now.

No. And our ad has to go out
in the same book code Lecktor used,

or he'll know it wasn't Lecktor
talking to him.

Book code?

"100 prayers" could be
the page number,

the paired numbers could be
line and letter. But what book?

- Not the Bible?
- No.

Galatians 15:2.
Galatians only has six chapters.

The same with Jonah 6:8.
Jonah only has four chapters.

Lecktor was not using the Bible.

Then the Tooth Fairy
probably named the book

in the part Lecktor tore out.


What about sweating Lecktor?

They tried sodium amytal on him
three years ago

to find where he buried
a Princeton student.

Gave them a recipe
for potato chip dip.


The Tooth Fairy
would have named a book

he knew Lecktor has access to.

He'd know it from articles
he'd read about Lecktor.

when he tossed his cell,

took Polaroids so they can
get everything back in place.

Have him meet me
with pictures of Lecktor's books.

- Where?
- Library of Congress.

Twenty-five minutes.
He won't make it in time.

Lecktor's ad runs as is,
we decode it later.

Or... we pull it,

figure out the code,
and run our own ad next week.

And lose a week? We got 17 days
till the next full moon.

And I don't like Lecktor's ad runnin'
without knowing what it says.

It's your call, Will.

Run it.

And what if it encourages
the Tooth Fairy

to do something else beside write?

We'll all feel sick
for a very long time.

And if Bowman
still can't figure it out?

Then we'll bait him
with something else

in next week's Tattler.

What, for instance?


I don't think that's a very good idea.

Why not?
Don't you think we can provoke him?

Maybe. Maybe he can be provoked.

What I was thinking about is you.

You're getting deeper and deeper
into this.

Good night.


I'll talk to you, Will. Okay?

Last time you did that

you did a real good job
of pushing yourself all out of shape.

You try it on again
or you go through some big trauma,

you could relapse, my friend.

Sidney, don't worry about me.

I'm working the evidence,
making moves. That's all.

I'm fine.

Bowman just struck out.

- It is not books in Lecktor's cell.
- Price?

He just heard. It's a bust-out.

As evidence, the Leeds print
will get us a conviction

if we could ever find the guy.

But he must never have been printed
because he is not in our index.

We are not gonna identify him
off the print.

I'll use Lounds.

What for?

Our boy doesn't read
the New York Times

literary supplement.

He reads Lounds in the Tattler.

What else should we cover?

He put the shorts on Charles Leeds
after he was dead.

I believe he did this to make sure
we wouldn't think he was gay.

He's molested
all of his male victims.

He may be impotent with members
of the opposite sex.

Our forensic psychologists
have projected,

though I'm not sure,

that he may have had
sexual relations with his mother.

So, how long do you plan
to stay in Washington?

Till we've taken out the Tooth Fairy.

Can the Tattler rely on
gettin' the straight stuff from you?


How does working on this case
affect your sex life?

Mine? It doesn't affect mine,
it affects yours. Go fuck yourself.

- Look, pal of mine, you're news.
- Shoot the pictures.

All right, Stimy, let's shoot 'em.

I'm in the shots with Graham.

- What?
- I'm in the shots with you.

Come on, you want this
to look real or not?

Make sure the theater sign
across the street

is just slightly out of focus.

We want him to be able to read it
so he can find it,

but we don't want
to look too obvious.

You make sure that I look excellent.

All right, shoot it.

One more.

- One more.
- That's enough.

Okay, Graham.
Hey, always nice, huh?

Let's have lunch,
call my service.

Crawford, always a thrill.

Dr. Bloom. I need them on my desk
in two hours. Okay?

- Did Bowman break the code yet?
- No.

Tools and Firearms say

the cutting tool
used on the severed branch

was a common bolt cutter.

I got a call from Asian Studies
at Langley.

- The mark you found on the tree?
- Yeah?

It's a Chinese character considered
a lucky sign in gambling.

That same character appears
on a Mah Jongg piece.

It means "Red Dragon".
Mean anything to you?


I'm having the bureau
fly Molly up tonight.


Well, she said she can get away
for one night.

I do something wrong?

No, it's just the setting, Jack.

- Hm.
- Thanks.

If he shows, and he's smart,

he'll approach you
from the front, pass, turn,

try and take you from behind.

- How's your hearing?
- It's good.

You'll wear a wire, one-way.

We'll hear you,
you won't hear us.

You checked out a Charter Arms
.44 Special Bulldog?


Load these in it.
You ever fire 'em?

- Glaser Safety Slugs.
- Yeah. Number 12 shots.

Suspended in liquid Teflon
in a copper casing.

On impact it all opens up
in the target.

Guaranteed one-shot stop.

- You got body armor?
- Yeah, Kevlar Second Chance.

I hope you get one.

'Cause he's gone for the head shot
eight out of eleven times?

Let's walk the route.

United Flight 849 to Newark

is now boarding at Gate 7.

United Flight 849 to Newark
is now boarding at Gate 7.

You didn't cancel the food.

So, where are things?

We got nine days left.

We're working on it, doing stuff.

You don't want to talk about
what you're doing, do you?

Hotel rooms...

Illicit romance.

We have to stop meeting like this.

Remember the first time we met?


When we were alone together
in that room.

Even though
I'd never seen you before,

we were sitting there, speaking.

And something flickered
across your face like a shadow.

I said, "What's that?"


Remember what you said?

I said, "This is too good to live."

Time is luck, Will.

I know the value of every single day.

Someone's coming.


Don't! Don't move!

Take the money!

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

- Clear!
- Clear!

What you moving
in slow motion for, man?

I'm being mugged!

For real. Can you believe that?

Pay up. sports, the Cubs lost again.


You know who I am?

Mm-hm. I don't want to know
who you are.

According to you,
I'm a sexual pervert.

"An animal," you said.

You know who I am now?


Do you feel privileged?

I'm very scared.

Open your eyes.

Mr. Lounds, you're a reporter.

Your job is to report.
That's why you're here.

And if you don't open your eyes,

I'll staple your eyelids
to your forehead.

Well... here I... am.

Look at the screen.

William Blake's
The Great Red Dragon

and the Woman Clothed
In The Rays Of The Sun.

- Do you see?
- Yes.

Mrs. Leeds. Do you see?


Mrs. Jacobi. Do you see?


The next family as they will look

when I go to visit them.

- Do you see?
- Yes.

Freddie Lounds, your photograph.

- No.
- No, what?

No. Not me, please.

- Please.
- Are you a man?


Do you imply that I'm queer?

God, no.

Before me, you are a slug in the sun.

You are privy to a great...

and you recognize nothing.

You are an ant in the afterbirth.

It is your nature
to do one thing correctly, tremble.

But fear is not what you owe me.

No, Lounds, you and the others,
you owe me awe.

We have one more
piece of work to do.

If he takes off the mask,
I am a dead man.

Open your eyes.

- Open your eyes!
- Ah.

You will read this...
in the tape recorder.


"I have had a great privilege.

I have seen with wonder and awe
the strength of the Red Dragon.

All I wrote about him were lies.

Will Graham made me write them

to pull him into a trap
in Washington, District of Columbia.

Will Graham, you will learn
from my own lips

how much you have to dread
because I was forced to lie.

He will be more merciful to me
than to you.

You will lie awake in fear
of what the Red Dragon will do.

I will be a testament
to the truth of this."

You did very well.

Will you let me go now? Please?

You will tell the truth?

I promise.


We'll seal your promise with...

We'll seal your promise...

...with a kiss.

We'll be showing
five possible answers

to the questions I'll be asking.

Any member of a team
may buzz in an answer,

but if incorrect, then the other team
will have the opportunity

to answer that very same question.

The team with the most points
at the end of three rounds

will compete and win...

...will also compete in the right
to enter Diamondhead

in our fourth and final round.

Uh, questions in Round number one
are gonna be worth 10 points each.

Okay, that means
the round is all over.

So, Jane we're all ready.
Help us with Round One.

All right, Bob, the first
category today is the Far East.

And the choices are Vietnam,
Japan, Laos, Thailand, and China.

Bowman, just skip the cryptography
and tell me

what the hell it says, okay?

- Did he try to say anything at all?
- No, he sure didn't.

He never regained consciousness.

- Did you hear the tape?
- Yeah.

Listen, Bowman just broke the code

that Lecktor used
in the Tattler personal ad.

It was the State of Maryland

You need to know what it said
right now.

- What?
- Listen to me.

Everything is okay.
I've taken care of it.

What is it, Jack?

The bastard gave him
your home address.

It said, "Graham home,
3860 DeSoto Highway,

Captiva, Florida.

Save yourself. Kill them all."

- Get me a plane.
- Will! Will.




What time... What?

S-someone's outside.

They're noises.

- Where?
- Outside.


Go back to your room
and close the door.

- Mom...
- Do it, now.

Ma'am, are you all right?

What? What is it?

What is it? What's going on?

Ma'am, I think
you should come back inside.

- What's going on?
- Come back inside. Please.

I think you should come back inside.

I'm sorry, Molly.

I'm sorry about all of this.

This place is fine.
We'll be fine.

He's after you now, isn't he?

It's just a precaution.

Kevin, why don't you run down
to the water, check out the dock?

I want to hang around here.

- I'm in the kitchen, Mom.
- Okay.

What is that about?

What, he's afraid
to leave you alone with me now?

He saw the article
in the Tattler, right?

I wanted to talk with him about it,

but he said he wanted
to bring it up to you, face to face.

Good for him.

Kevin, come on,
help me unpack, will ya?

Then we'll go get some groceries.

You and Mom are very well-protected,
you know.

No one's gonna find out
where you are.

Is there anything
I need to know to see about Mom?


This guy is trying to kill us?

We don't know that.

When are you going to kill him?

I'm not.

It's only my job to find him.

Barry's mom had this newspaper.

It said you were
in a special hospital.

Well, it was a regular hospital,

then I was transferred
into the psychiatric wing.

That bothers you, doesn't it?

I don't know.

Was it because in the papers it said
it was this man Lecktor?


What happened?

Well, Lecktor was attacking
college girls,

then he killed them.


In bad ways.

He was a psychiatrist.

One of the girls was his patient,
and I went to talk to him about her.

I tried to build feelings
in my imagination like the killer had

so that I would know
why he did what he did,

because that would help me find him.

When I was sitting
in Lecktor's office and I looked up,

I saw a book on his shelf.

It had pictures of war wounds in it.

And I knew it was him.

So I went to a pay phone
down the hall to call the police,

and that's when he attacked me.

You and Mom,

came to see me in the hospital,
and that helped a lot.

But after my body got okay,

I still had his thoughts
going around in my head.

And I stopped talking to people.

And a doctor friend of mine,
a Dr. Bloom,

asked me to get some help.

And I did.

Then after a while, I felt better,
and I was okay again.

And the way he thought
felt that bad?


they're the ugliest thoughts
in the world.

So, what kind of coffee do you like?


You like that Folgers stuff, right?


Mom likes that, too.

When can we go home, Dad?

I don't know, Kevin.

So, where are things?


Everything we've tried is either
a dead end or it's backfired.

Crawford's already planning
the next crime scene

so that we get it fresh.

We've got about six more days
till the next full moon.

Can you quit?


What's next?

- I go to Atlanta.
- Crawford?


I have to be alone.

You're talking about doing
exactly what you said you...

This killing, it's gotta stop.

William, you're gonna
make yourself sick

or get yourself killed.

You and Kevin should go to Montana.

Go see your dad.

He hasn't seen Kevin
for a long time.

And I'll come up
and get you afterwards.

Hi, this is Valerie Leeds.

Sorry I can't come
to the phone right now.

- I'm sorry, too.
- Excuse me.


It's just you and me now, sport.

I'm gonna find you, God damn it.

- Mr. Dollarhyde?
- Ah, Eileen.

Bill told me to tell you
there was a variation

in the gamma of number three.

But he caught it in time.

Eileen, uh...

Good. Good.

- Who's there?
- Mr. Dollarhyde.

I came about the low-light
infrared emulsion.

Oh, yeah. Come on in, it's safe.

Put your back against the door.

And there's a stool
just to your right.

You're the production controller
from Admin, right?

Can you give me an idea
of the conditions?

Um, shooting from maybe eight feet.

- I can't use any lights.
- Mm-hm.

Okay, what's being photographed?

The activities of nocturnal animals.

When do you need it?

Four days.

Okay, let me stick this
in the black hole.

1000-C infrared sensitive
has to be handled in total darkness.

Remember to be very careful with it.

But still, it's easier to handle
than the 1200 series.

It'll be fine.

In case you're wondering,

I keep the samples straight
by touch code.

I-I wasn't wondering.

Reba, I gotta fly.

Maybe Mr. Dollarhyde
can drive you home tonight?

No, that's okay.
I'll take care of myself.

- I can change things around.
- No, thanks, go on.


- No, I'll take you.
- No, thanks.

I'll order you 1200 feet of 1000-C
in the morning.

- Ride with me.
- Thanks, but I'll take the bus.

I do it all the time.

Ride with me.

It would be because
I would like you to.

Okay, sure.
Let me get my stuff on.

How did you come to Gateway?

Oh, they had to hire the handicapped

to shape up
their employment practices

to get this defense contract.

You worked out well.

Yeah, well, everybody they hired did.

You know, you speak very well.

Although you avoid
fricatives and sibilants.

At the Riker Institute for the Blind,

I trained in therapy for speech-
and hearing-impaired children.

I'll probably go back to it someday.


You know, if you don't want to talk,
that's okay.

But I hope you will,

because you're very direct,
and I like that,

and I like what you have to say.

May I touch your face?

I want to know whether
you're smiling or frowning.

I guess I...

I guess I want to know
whether I should be quiet or not.

Take my word for it.
I'm smiling.

I didn't mean to offend you.

On the way,
can I take you somewhere?


It would be my surprise.

Okay, sure.

- Are you apprehensive?
- No.

The very protective Mr. Dollarhyde
over there is watching us.

No, no, I want to.

In about two hours,
we're going to cap his tooth.


It's warm.

Back a little bit. There.

- You hear it?
- Yeah.

You... rearrange the dead families
into an audience

to see what you do.

You think that what you do will
make you into something different.

You are becoming.

What is it you think you're becoming?

The answer is in the way
you use the mirrors.

What do the mirrors
make you dream you're becoming?

A little to your left.

Francis, that was a great dinner.
Thank you.

I made you a gin and tonic.
It's right in front of you.


What are you watching?

Oh, it's just a little homework.


You're a sweet, thoughtful man, D.

Your heart's loud.

If you'll hold me...

- Is that you, D?
- Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Good morning.
- Morning.

Well, you know,
if you show me where things are,

I'll make us some coffee.

No, no, uh...

- Don't go back inside the house.
- Why? I left my purse inside.

I'll get it. It's okay.

I mean,
you should stay outside, it's...

It's 'cause you look so good
in the sun.



When, uh...

Reba, when can I see you again?

Oh, um...

Hey, we could meet at my house.

You got
the message Lecktor called?

Yeah. I arranged for him
to have a phone.

I gotta call him in a few minutes.

Good. Listen, we identified
the tire tracks left

when Lounds was delivered
back to the Tattler.

G-7816 Goodyear truck tires.
Looks like our boy drives a van.

I'm setting up our base in Chicago.
When are you coming back?

When I'm done, Jack.

Yeah, this is Will Graham of the FBI.

Dr. Chilton arranged for me
to talk to Dr. Lecktor.


Hello, Will.

I wanted to congratulate you
for the job you did on Mr. Lounds.

I admire that enormously.

Oh, what a cunning boy
you are, Will.

I'm sick of you
crazy sons of bitches, Lecktor.

You got something to say, say it.

I want to help you.

You'd be more comfortable
if you relax with yourself.

We don't invent our natures,
they're issued to us,

along with our lungs, and pancreas,
and everything else.

Why fight it?

Fight what?

Did you realty feel so depressed

after you shot
Mr. Garrett Jacob Hobbs to death?

I didn't know you then,
but I think you probably did.

But it wasn't the act
that got you down, was it?

Didn't you really feel so bad
because killing him felt so good?

And why shouldn't it feel good?

It must feel good to God.
He does it all the time.

God's terrific.

He dropped a church roof
on 34 of his worshippers

last Wednesday night in Texas

as they were groveling
through a hymn to His Majesty.

Don't you think that felt good?

Why does it feel good, Dr. Lecktor?

It feels good, Will,
because God has power.

And if one does
what God does enough times,

one will become as God is.

God's a champ.

He always stays ahead.

He got 140 Filipinos
in one plane crash last month.

Remember that earthquake in Italy
last spring?

I enter.

The glass cutter.

The piece of glass I take out
is mine.

The house is mine.

I walk up these stairs,

I pass the children's toys.

Children mean nothing to me.

They were put here to help me.

I move to the door.

I step into the room.

I see you there.

And I see me desired by you.

Accepted and loved

in the silver mirrors of your eyes.

I'm gonna talk
to Fogel tomorrow...

Wait a minute.

What was it?

- Pollen.
- Oh.

- Thanks for the ride.
- See you tomorrow.


Mr. Dollarhyde.
What are you doing here?

- Who is it?
- It's me.

- Who? Who is it?
- It's me.


- Francis?
- No...

Not Francis.

Francis is gone.

Francis is gone forever.

So, what are we doing?

The dream.

He dreams about being wanted
and desired,

so he changes people into beings
who want and desire him.

- Changes?
- It's a word.

Killing and arranging the people
to imitate it.

And Lecktor told me something.

If one does what God does
enough times,

one will become as God is.

You put it together, you get,

if our boy imitates being wanted
and desired enough times,

he believes he will become one

who is wanted, and desired,
and accepted.

It'll all come true.

But he doesn't take anything.

There's no souvenirs
taken from the houses.

He needs souvenirs or trophies
to re-live the event.

Maybe he records it somehow...

so he could see himself accepted
over, and over, and over again.

VTRs, Polaroids, stills, what?

How do I know?

How does he find 'em?

When we find out how he found them,
we'll find him.

There is no connection
between the two families.

We've done a dozen computer runs.

Jack, all the women
have a bloom on them.

He didn't win them in a lottery,
he picked these women.

There's selection and design
in his choices.

Look, admit we struck out
this month.

The Lear Jet is standing by,
the basic lab stuff is on it.

You, Zeller, Jimmy Price,
the photographer,

anywhere he hits, we can be there
in an hour and 15 minutes.

We get the call, we roll.

The scene will be fresh,
fresher than we've ever had it.

- It's not over yet.
- Oh, for Christ's sake!

It's a foregone conclusion.

It's 11:30 p.m., the full moon
is happening tonight.

Give it up! Forget this month,
it's too damn late!

I gave it up.

Till you showed up with pictures
of two dead families,

knowing goddamn well

that I'd imagine families
three, four, five, and six, right?

You're fucking right I did,
and I'd do it again!

Great! But don't talk to me
about late, pal.

I'll tell you
when it's too fucking late!

Until then, we go as late
as I want to take it!

A padlock.

That's why the bolt cutter.

What's that?

He used a bolt cutter
to trim away the branch

when he was watching
from the woods.

Why didn't he use the bolt cutter
on the garage door?

Because a deadbolt was there
when they were killed.

Donald Jacobi's 12th birthday party
was April 14.

Sometime between
April 14 and August 1

they changed the lock.

But he thought
there was a padlock there.

From the street,

you can't see the glass
in the Leeds' kitchen door.

There's a big, high fence there.

But he was ready
with his glass cutter.

So either he was casing far ahead

and we didn't check back far enough,


- We checked.
- Don't talk.

Metcalfe, it's Graham.

Is the Leeds and Jacobi stuff
still in the storeroom?

Have the guard down there call me.

Do it.

You know that's the Jacobis' cat.

You brought a bolt cutter 'cause
you thought there was a padlock.

The Leeds' dog
doesn't have a collar,

but you know it's the Leeds' dog,
don't you, my man?

See the woman?

The bloom on the woman?

You can see her again and again
anytime you want.

Doggie doesn't have a collar,
but you know it's the Leeds' dog.

And the Jacobi cat.

And the padlock on the door.

And you know you need a bolt cutter
and every other goddamn thing

because everything with you
is seeing, isn't it?

Your primary sensory intake

that makes your dream live
is seeing.

Reflections, mirrors, images...

You've seen these films.

Haven't you, my man?

It's the guard in the storeroom.

- The cans.
- What cans?

The tapes were transferred
from home movies.

Where's the packaging
the films came in?

There's films of the families
in the document storage. Find them.

You got 'em?

Are there any labels?

Leeds can, Gateway Lab,
St. Louis, Missouri.

The Jacobi label will say
the same thing as the Leeds label.

Gateway Lab,
St. Louis, Missouri.

Who processed the Jacobi film?

No. Bob's Photo Store, Birmingham.

Stores send them out.
Have him peel the top label back.

Is there a label underneath?

It does, doesn't it?

Where are you? Are you here?

You're scaring me with this!

Will you just stop it?

why are you doing this to me?

It's ugly!

Are you in this room?
Where are you?

You answer me!

We're looking for a man.
We know he works at Gateway.

We don't have his name,
but we know he drives a van.

Under "Employee Facilities,"

I've got special stickers for vans.

Yeah, I got 28, 29 van permits
in the computer.

Start feeding me names.

Is this Lieutenant Fisk?

Will Graham.

Listen, I need you to punch up
the driver's licenses

of the names I'm gonna feed you.

The man we're looking for
is blond, Caucasian,

20 to 40 years old,

over six feet tall,
180 to 225 pounds.

- First name?
- Alvaro.


First name Joseph.

Alvaro. A-L-V-A-R-O.
First name Joseph.

No. Black hair.

- No.
- Next.

Dillon. D-I-L-L-O-N.
First name Lincoln.

No. Next.

Male. Caucasian.
Six foot-seven, 217 pounds.

Eyes brown, hair blond,
34 years old.

Put it through the data-fax. Fast.

You guys better buckle up.

We're on approach to Lambert Field.

Fogel has four more names.

He knows two, both dark hair,
third's a woman,

fourth is a handicapped
parking permit.

This is our man.

Rural Route 3, Chester, Missouri.
Where is that?

From the airport,
you're a few minutes closer.

We're 10-25 at the Hark Road
off ramp, Highway 94.

Let's go!

- Meet point's up ahead.
- Go on to the house.

- But Lieutenant Fisk said...
- Go on to the house.


You're not gonna need that.

A SWAT team
is gonna take him down, not us.



This ought to be it right here.

Kill your lights.

- You all right?
- I'm okay.

Griffin's hurt bad.
I'll wait for the backup.

Set up a roadblock on Route 3.

Graham and I are in the trees
west of the house.

How far away is the backup unit?

I'm going around the back.
Stay in the trees.

He's in there, Jack.

And he's got somebody
in there with him.


Will, what did you say?

Will. Wait for the backup, Will.


He's got somebody in the house
with him, Jack.


Stop it.

Stop it!

It's okay.

Who are you?


I'm Will Graham.

I'll get it, Ralph.

What do you want?

My name is Will Graham.
I'm with...

Oh, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, Jesus, right.

- Come on in.
- Please.

No, that's all right.

- You okay?
- We're fine.

We're okay, yeah.

Yeah, we're doing all right.

Listen, um,

that guy Crawford called
and he was telling me all about...

Would you like to come in
and have a cup of coffee or a drink?

- No, thank you.
- Listen, I want...

I just stopped by to, uh...

Listen, I want...

I want to thank you. I-I...

I just stopped by... to see you.

That's all.

Hey, Dad!

- Dad!
- Hey!

Aw, it looks worse than it is, pal.

See the turtles?



It was on the... news.

I thought I had to work things out

and call you after.

I thought I wouldn't wait.

How many of them made it?

Most of 'em.

Most of 'em made it.