Red Dragon (2002)

Edward Norton: Will Graham

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

  Hannibal Lecter : Then, by implication, you think you're smarter than I am, since it was you who caught me.

  Will Graham : No, I know I'm not smarter than you.

  Hannibal Lecter : Then how did you catch me?

  Will Graham : You had... disadvantages.

  Hannibal Lecter : What disadvantages?

  Will Graham : You're insane.

• Will Graham : I need your opinion now.

  Hannibal Lecter : Then here's one... you stink of fear under that cheap lotion. You stink of fear Will, but you're not a coward. You fear me, but still you came here. You fear this shy boy, yet still you seek him out. Don't you understand, Will? You caught me because we're very much alike. Without our imaginations, we'd be like all those other poor... dullards. Fear... is the price of our instrument. But I can help you bear it.

• Will Graham : [to Reba]  You Didn't Attract A Freak... You Attracted A *Man*... With A *Freak* On His Back There's nothing wrong with you... except your hair. Your hair is a train wreck.

• Lloyd Bowman : What about sweating Lecter?

  Will Graham : We tried sodium amytal on him three years ago to find where he buried a Princeton student; he gave them a recipe for dip.

• Dr. Frederick Chilton : Tell me, when you saw Lecter's murders, their style, so to speak, were you able perhaps to reconstruct his fantasies? And, if so, did you jot down any impressions?

  Will Graham : No.

  Dr. Frederick Chilton : Let me be frank, Mr. Graham. The first definitive analysis of Lecter will be a publisher's wet dream. I'd give you full credit, of course

  [Graham towards cell door] 

  Dr. Frederick Chilton : Dammit, man, you must have some advice. You caught him. What was your trick?

  Will Graham : I let him kill me.

• Francis Dolarhyde : Drop it. Do it now gumshoe. Your son is about to change. Then your wife. You can watch, then I'll take care of you.

  [Will drops knife] 

  Will Graham : [looks to Josh but is actually directing his mockery at Francis]  Look at you! I have never seen a child as disgusting as you! You pissed your pants? How dare you!

  [Francis is visibly insulted] 

  Will Graham : You want me to cut it off? Is that what you want me to do, you little freak? Don't cry at me you little faggot. Apologize! Say "I'm sorry daddy, I'm a dirty little beast, I'm a freak!... " Say it!

  [Francis starts shaking in outrage] 

  Josh Graham : No.

  Will Graham : Say it!

  Josh Graham : No, daddy.

  Will Graham : Say it or I will cut it off! "... I'm a dirty little beast, freak, hare lip, and no one will ever love me!"

  [deeply offended Francis throws Josh to one side, as he goes for Will] 

• Jack Crawford : How much do you know?

  Will Graham : Just what was in the Miami Herald and the Times. Two families killed a month apart in their homes, Birmingham and Atlanta. Circumstances were similar.

  Jack Crawford : Not similar, the same.

  Will Graham : What have you kept out of the papers?

  Jack Crawford : He smashes mirrors and uses the pieces. Wears latex gloves, so we've got no prints. Size 11 shoe. He's not too comfortable with locks. Pried open a patio door in Birmingham, used a glass cutter in Atlanta. Oh, and his blood's AB positive.

  Will Graham : Somebody hurt him?

  Jack Crawford : Nope. We typed him from semen and saliva. He's a secretor.

• Will Graham : Jack, there's only one safe way to carry on a conversation that's one-way blind.

  Jack Crawford : Publication.

• Will Graham : He's not going to stop.

  Woman Detective : Why not?

  Will Graham : Because it makes him God. Would *you* give that up?

• Jack Crawford : If that painting meant so much to him, why destroy it? And why didn't he kill those two women at the museum? They both got a good look at him.

  Will Graham : Maybe he's trying to stop.

• Hannibal Lecter : That's the same atrocious aftershave you wore in court.

  Will Graham : I keep getting it for Christmas.

  Hannibal Lecter : Christmas, yes. Did you get my card?

• Jack Crawford : [after Will's visit to Lecter]  What do you suppose he meant by "see them living"?

  Will Graham : I don't know. I don't know, maybe nothing. It's hard to separate his bullshit.

• Hannibal Lecter : What were the yards like?

  Will Graham : Big backyards. Fenced, some hedges. Why?

  Hannibal Lecter : Because if this pilgrim feels a special relationship with the moon, he might like to go outside and look at it. You even seen blood in the moonlight, Will? It appears quite black. If one were nude, say, it would be better to have outdoor privacy for that sort of thing.

• Will Graham : We've been on the wrong track this whole time, Doctor, you and I. Our whole profile's wrong. Well, we've been looking for someone with a crazy grudge and some kind of anatomical knowledge. Decertified doctors, med school dropouts, laid-off mortuary workers...

  Hannibal Lecter : From the precision of the cuts, yes, and, uh, his choice of souvenirs.

  Will Graham : See, that's where we're off target. He's not collecting body parts.

  Hannibal Lecter : Then why keep them?

  Will Graham : He's not keeping them. He's eating them.

• Will Graham : What is taking him so long?

  Molly : Are you kidding? It takes him 20 minutes to get out of bed in the morning.

  Will Graham : Yeah, but now I have a serious marshmallow jones.

• Byron Metcalf : Son, just tell me you're going to nail that son of a bitch.

  Will Graham : We're doing our best.

• Will Graham : This guy's very strong. He's possibly a bodybuilder. He might have some kind of facial disfigurement. He drives a van or a panel truck.

  Mr. Fisk : [to the secretary]  Sounds like Mr. D.

  Chromalux Secretary : Oh, my God.

  Jack Crawford : Who's Mr. D?

  Mr. Fisk : [to Jack]  It's Francis Dolarhyde. He's our manager and technical supervisor.

• Will Graham : I might not have time.

  Hannibal Lecter : I do. I have oodles.

• [Chilton is explaining the difficulty he's had with Lecter] 

  Dr. Frederick Chilton : So, you can imagine the stir your little visit is causing among my staff. If you'd care to share some insights...?

  Will Graham : Dr. Chilton, I'm sorry. I've got a 4:17 flight back to Atlanta.

  Dr. Frederick Chilton : [irritated]  Of course.

• Will Graham : [mocking Hannibal]  Your cell looks bigger with no books in it.

• Will Graham : [consoling Reba]  You didn't draw a freak, you drew a man with a freak on his back.

• Will Graham : [accosted by Freddie Lounds]  You write lying shit, Lounds, and the "Tattler" is an ass wipe!

• Dr. Frederick Chilton : There's no paper clips in there. No staples, brads, or ring-binders.

  Will Graham : No, I read the security protocols, Dr. Chilton.

  Dr. Frederick Chilton : Then see you observe them. Though, it is perhaps gratuitous to warn you of all people about how dangerous he can be.

• Hannibal Lecter : Can I see the photos?

  Will Graham : No

  Hannibal Lecter : Why not?

  Will Graham : It would be obscene.

• Hannibal Lecter : This is a very shy boy, Will. I'd love to meet him. Have you considered the possibility that he is disfigured or that he may believe he is disfigured?

  Will Graham : Yeah, the mirrors.

  Hannibal Lecter : Yes, you notice he smashes all the mirrors in the houses and not just enough to get the pieces he wants. And, of course, those shards in their eyes, so he can see himself there.

  Will Graham : That's interesting.

  Hannibal Lecter : That's not interesting. You thought of that before.

  Will Graham : I had considered it.

  Hannibal Lecter : Uh-huh.

  Will Graham : What about the women?

  Hannibal Lecter : Dead? Mere puppets. You need to see them living, the way they caught his eye.

  Will Graham : That's impossible.

  Hannibal Lecter : Almost, not quite.

• Will Graham : I don't even have any idea who this guy is. You know, that stuff I just gave them was broad strokes. He's got no face to me.

  Jack Crawford : That's what you said about Garret Hobbs, remember? And you figured him out.

  Will Graham : No, I didn't.

  Jack Crawford : You didn't?

  Will Graham : No, I was stuck on Hobbs.

  Jack Crawford : Yeah?

  Will Graham : I had help.

  Jack Crawford : From Lecter.

  Will Graham : Yeah.

  [seeing how Jack looks at him] 

  Will Graham : Jack, don't play games with me, man. Don't do it. If there's something on your mind, come out and say it.

  Jack Crawford : I'm just saying, maybe we've got a resource we ought to look into.

  Will Graham : Is that what this has been about? Have you been walking me through the rest of this just so you could ask me that?

  Jack Crawford : Oh, don't get mad at me. I'm just doing my job. If you know a better shortcut, let me know it. If you think there's any chance he'll talk to me, I'll go myself. If you tell me you can't handle it, God knows I'd understand that.

• Will Graham : [realizing the significance of the Tooth Fairy's signature]  The pieces of mirror make their eyes look alive. He... he wanted an audience. He... he wanted them all lined up, watching him when he... when he touched her. When he touched her.

  [connecting the dots logically] 

  Will Graham : Touched, touched... talcum powder. There was talcum powder.

  [finding the coroner's report] 

  Will Graham : "Mrs. Leeds had traces of talcum found on her right inner thigh. A complete search of the home led to no such matching talcum in the house."

  [realizing it had to have come from the inside of the Tooth Fairy's latex gloves] 

  Will Graham : You took your gloves off, didn't you? You son of a bitch! You took your gloves off, you touched her with your bare hand, and then you wiped her down. But when the gloves were off, did you open her eyes?

• Will Graham : Who do we have down here that's really good with latent prints?

  Jack Crawford : Atlanta PD. But they've already printed the bodies.

  Will Graham : Not the bodies. Tell them to check the eyes. Mrs. Leeds' eyes. Even her corneas. I... I think he took his gloves off, Jack. I think he had to touch her.

• Molly : Crawford has the whole damn government. What does he need you for?

  Will Graham : He just wants me to look at some evidence, Molly. Give him another point of view. You know, it's... it's a few days, a week maybe, and I'll be right back.

  Molly : And you believed that?

  Will Graham : Yes. I mean, look, these kinds of cases come along very rarely, and I've had experience.

  Molly : Yes, you have. You're paid up, Will. All of us. Even Josh.

  Will Graham : There's a chance that I could help them save some lives. How do I say no to that? This one... this one will never see me or know my name. I'll just help them find him. The cops'll have to take him down, not me. Come on, I'll be in the back of the pack, Molly, I promise.

  Molly : Never in your life. I know you.

• Will Graham : We were at Molly's parents' for New Year's, and Molly's dad was showing my son Josh how to carve a roasted chicken. He said, "The tenderest part of the chicken is the oysters, here on either side of the back." I-I had never heard that expression before, oysters. Then suddenly I had a flash of the third victim, Darcy Taylor. She was missing flesh from her back. And then it hit me. Liver, kidney, tongue, thymus. Every single victim lost some body part used in cooking.

  Hannibal Lecter : Have you shared this with the Bureau?

  Will Graham : No, I... I needed to see you first. But I'm right. I know I'm right. I'm... I'm starting to be able to think like this one.

  Hannibal Lecter : Yeah, it's fascinating. You know, I'd always suspected as much. You are an eidetiker.

  Will Graham : I'm... I'm not psychic, Doctor.

  Hannibal Lecter : No, no, no, this is different. More akin to artistic imagination. You're able to assume the emotional point of view of other people, even those that might scare or sicken you. It's a troubling gift, I should think. How I'd love to get you on my couch.

  Will Graham : Something still doesn't make sense to me. You're the best forensic psychiatrist I know. And somehow, in all our time together, this possibility never occurred to you.

  Hannibal Lecter : Well, I am only human, Will. Perhaps I made a mistake.

  Will Graham : You don't strike me as a man who makes very many mistakes.

• Jack Crawford : When we catch the Tooth Fairy, that print plus his teeth will burn him. You did that, Will.

  Will Graham : The evidence was there, Jack. I mean, it was right there for anybody to see.

  Jack Crawford : But nobody else did. All I'm saying is that was very good work.

  Will Graham : No, good work would be seeing it all the way through and catching the guy. And I... I can't do that. I did what you asked me to do. I'm going home.

• Will Graham : He had a second tool, too. A bolt cutter. He used that to clear his view.

  Hannibal Lecter : But?

  Will Graham : But I don't think that's what he brought it for. Too heavy. Too... too awkward. And he had to carry it a long way.

  Hannibal Lecter : And what do we make of that symbol?

  Will Graham : Asian Studies at Langley identified it as a Chinese character. It appears on a mahjong piece. It marks the Red Dragon.

  Hannibal Lecter : Red Dragon, correct. This boy begins to interest me.

• Locksmith : Won't nobody get in through here again. I'll guaran-damn-tee it.

  Will Graham : [seeing another entrance on the ground floor]  Why didn't he break in down there? It's more hidden.

  Locksmith : Hell, that door's got deadbolts. Reckon he was in too big a hurry.

  Will Graham : No, this one doesn't hurry.

• Jack Crawford : Tell me something, Will. You knew what this was. Did you ever consider picking up the phone and maybe giving me a call?

  Will Graham : You've got all the people you need. You've got Dortmund up at Harvard. You got Bloom in Chicago.

  Jack Crawford : And I've got you down here fixing fuckin' boat motors?

  Will Graham : Yeah, I like fixing boat motors. I wouldn't be very useful to you, anyway. I don't think about this stuff anymore.

  Jack Crawford : Really? The last two we had, you caught.

  Will Graham : Yeah, by doing the same things that you and the other guys are doing.

  Jack Crawford : That's not entirely true, Will. It's the way you think.

  Will Graham : Oh, come on. There's been a lot of bullshit about the way I think.

  Jack Crawford : I've got technicians that can examine evidence, but you've got that other thing. Imagination, projection. Whatever. I know you don't like that part of it.

  Will Graham : Yeah, you wouldn't like it, either.

• Will Graham : I think he meant to use the bolt cutter to enter the house, but he didn't. Instead, he broke in through the patio doors. The noise woke Jacobi, and he had to shoot him on the stairs. That wasn't planned. It was sloppy, and that's not like him.

  Hannibal Lecter : Mm. We mustn't judge too harshly, Will. It was his first time. Have you never felt a sudden rush of panic?

  [as he hisses, Will recoils and backs away a step] 

  Hannibal Lecter : Yeah, that's the fear we talked about. It takes experience to master it. You sensed who I was back when I was committing what you call my crimes.

  Will Graham : Yes.

  Hannibal Lecter : So you were hurt not by a fault in your perception or your instincts, but because you failed to act on them until it was too late.

  Will Graham : You could say that.

  Hannibal Lecter : But you're wiser now.

  Will Graham : Yes.

  Hannibal Lecter : Imagine what you would do, Will, if you could go back in time.

  Will Graham : Put two in your head before you could palm that stiletto.

• Jack Crawford : The Tattler got an ad order signed "666". Baltimore postmark on the envelope. It's set to run this afternoon. Chicago field office is sending the text through now.

  [taking the received fax] 

  Jack Crawford : "Dear Pilgrim."

  Will Graham : That's it. That's it. Lecter called him a pilgrim when we talked.

  Jack Crawford : "You honor me. You are very beautiful." Christ. "I offer 100 prayers for your safety. Find help in John 6:22, 8:16, 9:1, Luke 1:7."

  Will Graham : Code.

  Lloyd Bowman : Has to be.

  Jack Crawford : Hmm.

  [checking his watch] 

  Jack Crawford : We've got 19 minutes to get a message in if we can break this. The Tattler can't hold its presses any longer.

  Lloyd Bowman : It's something simple. They only needed cover against casual readers. I'm thinking it's a book code.

  Jack Crawford : Book code?

  Lloyd Bowman : The first numeral, "100 prayers", could be the page number. The paired numbers after could be line and letter, but what book?

  Jack Crawford : Not the Bible?

  Lloyd Bowman : No, he's got Galatians 15:2 here. Galatians only has six chapters. Same with Jonah 6:8, Jonah has four chapters. He wasn't using a Bible.

  Will Graham : Then the Tooth Fairy named the book to use. He specified it in his note, in the part Lecter tore out.

• Jack Crawford : [deducing that Lecter and the Tooth Fairy are in communication]  Will, I'm leery of letting Lecter's message run without knowing what it says.

  Will Graham : I say let this one run. We keep working on the code. At least it'll encourage the Tooth Fairy to contact him again.

  Jack Crawford : What if it encourages him to do something besides write?

  Will Graham : I don't like this any better than you, but it's our best shot.

• Jack Crawford : A note hidden in Lecter's cell. Sounds like a fan letter, might've been mailed by the Tooth Fairy. He wants Lecter's approval. He's curious about you. He's asking questions. I've already scrambled a chopper.

  Will Graham : Does Lecter know we have the note?

  Jack Crawford : Not yet. It was found during a routine cleanup.

  Will Graham : They don't open his mail?

  Jack Crawford : Can't, need a warrant. X-rays only.

  Will Graham : Where's Lecter now?

  Jack Crawford : Still in the holding cage.

  Will Graham : Can he see his cell from there?

  Jack Crawford : No, but he's already been there almost half an hour. Pretty soon he'll start to wonder what's wrong.

  Will Graham : We gotta buy time, Jack.

  Jack Crawford : [picking up a phone receiver]  Dr. Chilton? Call your building superintendent or engineer, whoever's in charge. Tell him to pull the circuit breakers on Lecter's hall. Have the super walk down the hall past the holding cell carrying tools. He'll be in a hurry, pissed off, too busy to answer any questions, got it? And don't forget, don't touch the note, okay? Graham's on his way.

  [hanging up, to the office at large] 

  Jack Crawford : Listen up! We've got a note coming in on the fly, possibly from the Tooth Fairy. Number one priority. It has to go back to Lecter's cell within the hour, unmarked. We'll need Hair and Fiber, Latent Prints, then Documents. I'll walk it through myself. Let's go, people!

  Francis Dolarhyde : [voiceover, narrating the text of the note]  My dear Dr. Lecter. I wanted to tell you I'm delighted that you've taken an interest in me. And when I learned of your vast correspondence, I thought, dare I? Of course I do. I don't believe you'll tell them who I am. Besides, what particular body I currently occupy is trivial. The important thing is what I am becoming. I know that you alone can understand this transformation. I have some things I'd love to show you. If circumstances permit, I hope we can correspond. I have admired you for years and have a complete collection of your press notices. Actually, I think of them as unfair reviews. As unfair as mine. They do like to sling demeaning nicknames, don't they? "The Tooth Fairy." What could be more inappropriate? It would shame me for you to read that, if I didn't know you had suffered the same distortions in the press. Investigator Graham interests me. Not your standard gumshoe, is he? More alert. Purposeful-looking. You should have taught him not to meddle. Forgive the stationery. I chose it because it will dissolve very quickly if you should have to swallow it. If I hear from you, next time I might send you something wet. Until then, dear Doctor, I remain your most avid fan.