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EXT. HADDONFIELD TOWN SQUARE – EARLY EVENING
The square is lined with streets, including “Nichol’s Hardware”, “The
Quickie Food Mart”, “Vincent Drugs”, and a new business called “Zhen’s
Bushido Karate”.
INT. ZHEN’S WADO RYU KARATE
Chinese instructor ZHEN LI is walking the room, which is full of karate
students in rows of 10 all the way back. Among those in class are SEAN
BERETTI and BRANDON McKNIGHT, although at opposite ends of the room.
As ZHEN yells out instructions, the students throw reverse punches.
ZHEN
Gyaku-tsuki! (punch) Gyaku-tsuki!
MYLES BARTON, dressed in a priest’s outfit (black clothing, white
collar), sits on the bench nearby as an observer. He smirks as he
watches SEAN.
ZHEN
Mae-geri! (front kicks) Mae-geri!
MYLES has a seat as ZHEN walks with his arms behind his back. TELSA,
dressed in a flight attendant uniform, and VICKY CARVER, dressed in a
Roaring 20’s style black double-breasted suit jacket, a skirt, high
heels, and a black beret hat, enter the karate studio. VICKY also
carries a hanger with a suit and hat on it. BRANDON notices them and
looks angry.
TELSA
What’s going on, Myles? Class almost
over.
MYLES
Hell if I know. Zhen Li hasn’t said a
word of English the entire time I’ve been
sitting here.
ZHEN
Mate!
Everyone stops kicking.
ZHEN
Musubi dache!
Everyone stands at attention, their arms out in front of them.
VICKY
Who are you supposed to be, Myles?
MYLES
Father Damon Karras from The Exorcist. I
would have went for Father Merrin, but
didn’t feel like dying my hair gray.
ZHEN
Rei.
Everyone bows to each other.
MYLES
Who are you ladies supposed to be?
VICKY
Miss Bonnie Parker, Bonnie and Clyde. We
rob banks.
TELSA
Jackie Brown, sucka.
MYLES
Right. Tarantino rules. You both look
great. If I wasn’t a priest…
TELSA
Priests are human, too, baby.
TELSA winks at MYLES, who blushes.
ZHEN
Dismissed! See you tomorrow, everyone!
ZHEN walks away as SEAN comes running over to them, his black belt
wrapped around his waist as he runs over and kisses VICKY.
SEAN
Is that my costume?
VICKY
Clyde Barrow, coming right up.
VICKY hands over the suit to SEAN and he smirks.
SEAN
You look amazing, Miss Bonnie.
MYLES
Bonnie and Clyde? Probably not the best
choice when you’re trying to win over
Sheriff Carver, but still cool.
ARIEL HATCHER walks through the door, dressed in a white tank top that
shows off her rippling abs, as well as a blue tie-dye skirt and long,
black shiny boots that zip up just above her knees.
TELSA
Ariel, I didn’t know you were working
tonight.
ARIEL
Yes, your mother took the night off.
MYLES
No, it’s Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman.
Great choice, Ariel.
ARIEL
See, Telsa? Someone has movie sense.
Hi, Vicky.
VICKY
Ariel. You look magnificent.
ARIEL
Thank you. So do you. Too bad Brandon
and I won’t catch you at the party.
Heard you got stuck babysitting the
little brother. I guess hanging out on
the wrong sides of the tracks does get
you into trouble.
SEAN frowns, offended. MYLES steps forward, grabbing ARIEL’S hand
gently.
MYLES
Ariel, I can see through this little
display. You’re insecure and you feel
you have to lash out at others to make
yourself look better. Trust me. You
don’t need to do that. You’re beautiful
on the outside and are just hiding that
inner beauty.
MYLES kisses the back of her hand. TELSA frowns questioningly as ARIEL
suppresses a smile. BRANDON comes walking over, grabbing MYLES by his
priest’s collar and slamming him back against the wall.
BRANDON
You have bothered my girlfriend for the
last time, you little pissant!
MYLES
Brandon, I don’t want any trouble.
BRANDON
You’ve been asking for trouble every time
you’ve approached her!
ARIEL
Brandon, leave him alone. He’s harmless.
BRANDON
You gonna stop asking my girl out or I’m
gonna rearrange your face, you little
fucktard!
MYLES
Come on now, Brandon. I’m a lover, not a
fighter.
BRANDON
You’d better learn to be a fighter real
quick!
BRANDON pulls back to strike MYLES, but SEAN catches BRANDON’S arm as
it goes forward. SEAN looks directly into BRANDON’S eyes with all
seriousness.
SEAN
You’d better step off.
SEAN shoves BRANDON up against the wall with a thud as MYLES moves out
of the way.
TELSA
Oh, hell yeah! Kick his ass, Sean!
BRANDON bounces back, swinging forward at SEAN, who deflects the punch
and kicks at BRANDON with a front kick. BRANDON catches the kick and
shoves SEAN back into the dojo. SEAN back rolls to his feet as BRANDON
charges with a punch. SEAN deflects it past him before swinging with a
right of his own. BRANDON blocks SEAN’S punch with his forearm,
swinging with a left of his own. SEAN blocks that punch with his
forearm before pushing BRANDON backwards. They both kick forward at
the same time, both connecting in the other’s chest. Both of them fall
to the ground and spring right back up with a kip up. They both fall
into the tiger stance, preparing to fight.
BRANDON
Come on, mother fucker!
ZHEN LI yells as he enters and digs his fingers into both SEAN’S and
BRANDON’S shoulder. Both SEAN and BRANDON yell in pain and fall to
their knees.
ZHEN
This is not what I teach in my classroom!
SEAN
Sorry, Mr. Li.
BRANDON
Understood, Mr. Li!
ZHEN yanks them both up, making them stand straight as they both sigh
in relief.
ZHEN
This is not why I teach karate. For
trivial arguments. Have you not learned
anything I’ve taught you?!
SEAN
I’m sorry, Mr. Li. It won’t happen
again.
BRANDON
Yeah, we were caught up in the moment, ya
know?
ZHEN
Bow to each other. Rei!
SEAN and BRANDON glare at each other as they each bow to the other.
ZHEN
Now go enjoy Halloween and I don’t want
to hear of you two fighting again.
SEAN
Yes, sir.
ZHEN bows to them and exits as BRANDON smirks at SEAN.
BRANDON
We aren’t finished yet, bro. Watch your
back. I don’t care who your fucking
father is.
SEAN doesn’t respond, but just stares BRANDOND in the eyes before ARIEL
and VICKY walk over, both pulling their boyfriends away by the arm.
ARIEL
You’re such an asshole sometimes,
Brandon!
BRANDON exits with ARIEL out the door as VICKY shakes her head, looking
at SEAN and trying to suppress laughter as she puts her hands on his
shoulder. MYLES and TELSA stand with them.
MYLES
I feel awkwardly guilty.
TELSA
Don’t. The boy is just asking to have
his ass handed to him. I’m just sad that
Sean didn’t get to do it properly.
MYLES
Completely changing the subject, what
horror series of movies are we planning
on viewing tonight? Freddy? Jason?
Chucky? Pinhead?
VICKY
Actually, there’s been a change of plans.
We’re not going to my house anymore.
Something’s up with Steven.
Everyone gives her a confused stare as we hold on a concerned VICKY.
INT. SMITH’S GROVE LOBBY – NIGHT
TOMMY and CLARICE enter the building, seeing an orderly moving a bed
with a sheeted body down the hall. The long red-headed orderly, RED
PARRISH, turns as they enter.
RED looks to be blocking their exit as he takes a step in their paths,
his blue eyes not leaving theirs.
RED
What’s up, guys? Can I help you?
CLARICE
Can you direct us to Dr. Wynn’s office?
RED
What’s this about?
CLARICE
Are you Dr. Wynn?
RED
No. I’m Red. I’m an orderly here.
CLARICE
If it concerned you, Red, we’d be asking
for you, wouldn’t we?
RED glares at CLARICE, who looks dead into his eyes in a matter-of-fact
glare.
RED
Do you have an appointment?
CLARICE holds up her FBI badge.
CLARICE
That’s all the appointment I need, sir.
Now, if you’ll direct me to Dr. Wynn’s
office, I would gladly appreciate it.
RED
Feds? What do you want with Dr. Wynn?
TOMMY
Are you gonna show us to his office or
not? Because we don’t have time to
waste.
RED
You listen to me, you fu—
WYNN
(o/s)
Red, please. There’s no need for
squabbling. Just finish your job.
RED and TOMMY stare at each other before RED turns and pushes his
gurney away. CLARICE watches the gurney.
TOMMY and CLARICE turn to see DR. TERENCE WYNN, who has entered from
the hallway. TOMMY and WYNN lock eyes as CLARICE steps forward,
extending her hand.
CLARICE
Hello, sir. I’m Special Agent Clarice
Starling with the FBI.
WYNN looks away from TOMMY to CLARICE.
WYNN
Starling? (sighs) Starling. You’ve got
a West Virginian accent. Is that where
your family is from?
WYNN gets a frown on his face as CLARICE is confused.
CLARICE
Yes, sir. A little town there. I’m here
to see a patient of yours. Dr. Hannibal
Lecter.
WYNN
I’m sorry. I’m afraid Dr. Lecter is off
limits...and your friend here, Mr. Doyle,
has a restraining order on him preventing
him from entering this facility. He has
harassed our staff in the past, so I
suggest you take him and leave.
TOMMY
What’s the matter, Wynn? Afraid I’ll
reveal the truth about your house of
horrors?
WYNN
You almost ruined this hospital’s
reputation with your asinine accusations,
young man. Experiments on babies?
Holding sane patients against their will?
Cult sacrifices? You’re the one with
problems and you’re damn lucky we didn’t
sue you for libel.
TOMMY
You didn’t sue me because you knew they’d
have to investigate your claims. Best to
keep it quiet rather than open yourself
up to ridicule.
CLARICE
Sir, we wouldn’t take up more than a
couple of minutes of Dr. Lecter’s time.
I assure you that if you do not let us
see him, that I will press for a warrant
that will allow me to speak with him. In
the process, I may have to issue a
warrant against you for obstructing
justice.
WYNN
What is this about, Agent Starling?
CLARICE
Michael Myers, sir. We believe that Dr.
Lecter may have vital information on how
to stop him.
WYNN
Why would Dr. Lecter know anything about
him?
CLARICE
Dr. Lecter has been of help to the FBI in
the past...doctor.
WYNN
Fine, but my orderly will be with you at
all times.
CLARICE
I’d prefer to speak with him alone, sir.
WYNN
This is my facility and if you wish to
speak with him, you’ll speak to him on my
terms.
NICK McCLAIN, now with an eye patch over his damaged eye, walks by,
pushing a standing gurney on some wheels. WYNN snaps his fingers at
NICK.
WYNN
Nick, accompany them to see Dr. Lecter.
They are not to be out of your sight.
NICK
Yes, sir.
NICK waves CLARICE and TOMMY to come with him.
CLARICE
I will need to speak with you before I
leave, doctor.
WYNN
I’ll be in my office.
WYNN turns and exits, glaring at TOMMY before disappearing down an
adjacent hallway.
NICK
Come with me.
NICK walks down the hallway, pushing the gurney as CLARICE and TOMMY
follow him.
INT. HADDONFIELD TOWN SQUARE – NIGHT
Townsfolk are walking their kids up and down the street as costumed
children walk along the sidewalks with their candy bags. Strobe lights
are seen blinking on store displays as a mummy is walking along, acting
as if he’s dying. He falls into the street and acts dead.
SEAN (now dressed as Clyde), VICKY, MYLES, and TELSA emerge from
“ZHEN’S BUSHIDO KARATE” and turn to walk down the sidewalk, passing
several costumed zombies, vampires, and even a Frankenstein in their
costumes.
SEAN
You can count on me, Vicky. I wouldn’t
leave you alone in this situation.
MYLES
Yeah. I’ve seen Michael in action and if
he does show up, you’re gonna need
everyone possible with you.
TELSA
Way to make us feel safe, Myles.
MYLES
Hey, it’s better to be prepared than
mincemeat.
VICKY
I don’t want to put anyone in danger.
This is a family problem.
SEAN stops and gently grips VICKY’S face.
SEAN
Vicky, we care about you. We wouldn’t be
going if we didn’t want to be there with
you.
VICKY
(smiles)
You’re just amazing, Sean. I wish my
father could see what I see. I’m such a
lucky girl to have found a great guy like
you.
SEAN
I’m the lucky one.
MYLES
I wasn’t going to interrupt, but one more
mushy word and I’m gonna puke.
TELSA
And he’s the romantic of the bunch.
Behind them, a car coasts up to the curb, seemingly following them.
VICKY turns and sees a huge limousine stop next to them.
They all freeze as TWO GOONS in suits, BRUNO and FRANK, emerge from the
car. SEAN recognizes them as he backs everyone off.
SEAN
Guys, stay back.
VICKY
What’s going on?
BRUNO
Sean, your father would like a word with
you.
FRANK
Now.
SEAN
What is it?
BRUNO and FRANK grab SEAN by the collar.
SEAN
What are you doing?!
BRUNO and FRANK open the back of the limo door and shove SEAN inside.
MYLES steps forward, but BRUNO puts his hand on MYLES’S chest as FRANK
walks around the car to guard the other side.
MYLES
What’s going on?
BRUNO
Mr. Beretti would like his privacy.
He’ll just be a minute.
VICKY
But—
BRUNO
Just a minute!
MYLES, VICKY, and TELSA back off with concerned faces as BRUNO and
FRANK stand on either side of the car holding their wrists in bodyguard
position.
INT. LIMOUSINE
SEAN sits in his seat with the dark figure of his father, TONY BERETTI,
sitting in the seat opposite him.
TONY is in his late 40’s-early 50’s, with dark slicked-back hair and
seething blue eyes. He is dressed in a very expensive suit and bears a
ring with a large jewel in the center on his right ring finger.
TONY moves forward and pours himself a glass of champagne, almost
emerging from the shadows as he speaks with his Brooklyn accent.
TONY
Son, I’m going to ask you some very
direct questions and I want some very
direct answers.
SEAN
Couldn’t this wait until I came home?
TONY
I have busted my ass to put food on the
table for you all these years. My
business may not the life your mother
wanted for you, but it is my means for
living and keeping that shelter over our
heads.
SEAN
What is this about, dad?
TONY
Today, I received a phone call from my
source within the sheriff’s department.
It seems that a shipment I had headed for
these very docks has been exposed by an
anonymous phone call, a phone call from
someone who had intimate knowledge of my
procedures of operation. I’ve racked my
brain trying to think of who could have
betrayed me.
SEAN
What does that have to do with me?
TONY
Was it you, son?
SEAN
Me? I don’t know anything about your
business. Why would you think it was me?
TONY
Because your relationship with this girl
Vicky is a liability. Her father is the
sheriff and he represents everything that
I’m against. Did you leak anything to
your girlfriend that she could have told
them at the office?
SEAN
If I know nothing, I can leak nothing.
TONY nods his head. He suddenly jerks forward, grabbing SEAN by his
left ear and speaking into his right one.
TONY
If I find out you’re lying, blood or no
blood, they’ll find you floating in Lake
Michigan with cinder blocks tied to your
feet. Do you understand me, son?
SEAN
(angry)
I understand, dad.
TONY shoves SEAN back into his seat and motions towards the door with
his ringed finger.
TONY
Get out.
SEAN stares at TONY with anger before exiting the car.
EXT. THE CAR
SEAN stares down at the car with anger as BRUNO and FRANK climb into
the car. VICKY, TELSA, and MYLES walk over to SEAN and VICKY grabs his
arm tenderly. The window of the limo rolls down as TONY stares with
intimidation at SEAN. Their eyes don’t blink as the limo pulls away.
VICKY looks at SEAN’S expression.
VICKY
What was that about?
SEAN
I don’t want to talk about it.
VICKY
Are you sure?
SEAN
(nods)
Yeah. Let’s just get over to the station
and get Steven.
VICKY looks worried about SEAN, but nods reluctantly. VICKY grips his
hand in hers before they turn and begin walking down the road through
the trick-or-treaters. MYLES shakes his head in disgust as he and
TELSA follow them.
INT. SMITH’S GROVE SANITARIUM – MAXIMUM SECURITY
The cell door at the end of the hallway is opened. NICK enters,
leading CLARICE and TOMMY into the wing. TOMMY looks angry as he looks
around the place.
TOMMY
Hasn’t changed much, though this is an
added hallway.
CLARICE
Just follow my lead. If he asks
questions, be honest with him. He
doesn’t like for people to lie to him.
He can sense it.
NICK
Stay away from the glass and I’ll be
right down here at the end of the hall.
CLARICE
Thank you.
NICK turns and walks away as CLARICE and TOMMY begin slowly walking
down the hallway.
TOMMY
I’ve read about this guy. Is he as scary
as they say he is?
CLARICE
Scarier.
CLARICE and TOMMY reach the glass wall and turn to see HANNIBAL LECTER,
sitting with his back turned in almost a meditative position. HANNIBAL
sniffs the air.
HANNIBAL
Ah, my little Starling.
HANNIBAL turns with a sinister smile. HANNIBAL studies CLARICE in her
FBI suit and TOMMY in his casual clothes and beard.
HANNIBAL
Hello, Clarice. You’re looking simply
alluring. You’ve lost weight.
Brightened your hair, too. Didn’t like
the red phase. You didn’t look yourself.
Who’s your friend? He’s not FBI.
Doesn’t follow the dress code.
CLARICE
This is Tommy Doyle.
HANNIBAL
Doyle. Haddonfield’s long-suffering hero
transformed into a mockery by the
unfounded claims of abuse by Smith’s
Grove.
CLARICE
I’m here about your comments earlier, Dr.
Lecter, about the “thorny path”.
HANNIBAL
No, no, no. Clarice, we’re old friends.
We haven’t even reminisced. Old friends
don’t jump straight into business. No.
They talk about their lives since their
last meeting. Tell me, Clarice. Did the
lambs ever stop screaming?
CLARICE
The lambs died, sir, just like my father
and just like a little boy if I don’t
find him.
HANNIBAL
Ah, so my little Starling hasn’t given up
trying to save the lambs from the
slaughter. How’s Jack Crawford? Still
using his position to play knight in
shining armor so that he can get his just
rewards?
CLARICE
I don’t know what you mean, sir.
HANNIBAL
Jack promised to rescue you from
purgatory should you succeed on this
little mission, didn’t he? Little do you
know, my little Starling, that you are
now the lamb being led to the slaughter.
CLARICE
Not if I can find a way to stop him, Dr.
Lecter.
HANNIBAL
Yes, of course. How’s the love life?
Still bordering on being the cat lady?
You know, the old madam who never married
because she was so wrapped up in her
career to find a personal life?
CLARICE
There’s been...no one, sir. Not in a
long time.
HANNIBAL
Do you hear the snickers in the office,
the offhand comments about your
sexuality? All those men in upper-level
positions calling you names, such as
‘lesbian’ or ‘dike’ while saying all that
little Clarice needs is a good stick in
the right place to lighten herself up?
CLARICE looks uneasy as TOMMY looks sympathetically at her.
CLARICE
(shaking)
Yes. I hear them. Not much I can do. I
can’t control what people say about me,
Dr. Lecter. They can either believe
it...or not. I don’t really care. I
choose to be on my own because it’s
easier. Quid pro quo, Dr. Lecter. How
do I catch Michael Myers?
HANNIBAL
We’ll move on to Michael Myers shortly.
Right now, we’re talking about you and
your lack of a significant other. Tell
me, Clarice. Isn’t the real reason you
can’t have a relationship with a man
because your father was killed? As a
result of that one incident, don’t you
have trouble opening up to other men, for
fear that they, too, will leave you like
your father left you?
CLARICE stifles a sad laugh.
CLARICE
Yes, Dr. Lecter. That’s right. I spend
every waking minute keeping myself
occupied as an excuse not to get close to
any man. My father died when I was very
young and I never, ever got over it. My
secret’s out. You’ve got me.
HANNIBAL
Isn’t it the truth that your quest for
redemption in the search for Michael
Myers is really just a way of looking for
approval from your father that you’ll
never receive?
TOMMY
Enough! She’s given you more than enough
information about herself. Now give us
something on Myers!
TOMMY hand pounds the glass.
CLARICE reaches up and gently grabs TOMMY’S hand, removing it from the
glass as HANNIBAL watches their contact closely.
CLARICE, pats TOMMY’S hand, motioning for him to cool it.
HANNIBAL
Mr. Doyle, I am quite surprised at this
outburst. You’ve sat over there since
you arrived and haven’t said one word to
me. Mention Michael Myers and your ears
perk up like a dog in heat. Tell me,
Tommy. What is it about Myers that
suddenly wakes you from your self-
inflicted comatose state?
TOMMY
He’s the reason I’m here. When I was a
child, he broke into my home and tried to
murder my babysitter. Now—
HANNIBAL
Ah, yes. I’ve read the file. Childhood
trauma. You were the boy that Michael’s
sister was watching. How unlucky for
you. But, I see that your Halloween
didn’t end at midnight as it did for the
rest of the world. Let me guess the
rest. It’ll be fun.
TOMMY
Feel free to guess whatever you want.
HANNIBAL
Young Tommy Doyle, from small town
Haddonfield, Illinois, has one traumatic
event in his childhood and it becomes an
obsession with him. He looks into
everything about this man who broke into
his house and tried to end his life
prematurely. Along the way, he comes
across some information on other killers,
part of his growing obsession, you see.
He’s trying to figure out Michael Myers’s
way of thinking. Reads up on Ed Gein,
Ted Bundy, Jeffrey Dahmer, Buffalo Bill,
and maybe even old Dr. Hannibal Lecter.
HANNIBAL smiles as TOMMY doesn’t move.
HANNIBAL
But nothing helped, did it, Mr. Doyle?
Michael was always in your thoughts.
That sinister, dark shape standing at the
top of your stairs with black eyes and a
rage-driven force guiding him. Tell me,
Mr. Doyle. How far along after your
incident did the nightmares start?
Before it effected your education?
Before it consumed your life? Do you
still hear the deafening sound of
Michael’s breath echoing through your
house with one intention on his mind: to
kill his sister and any little boy that
may get in his way?
TOMMY
How do we stop him, doctor?
HANNIBAL
Tell me, Mr. Doyle. Can you ever silence
that shape? Can you ever stop that
breathing? It feels like fire, doesn’t
it? Tinging the hairs on your skin,
eating away into your heart. Will there
ever come a day when you can wake up,
fear-free, and walk down the street,
feeling safe? Not as long as he’s out
there. Not as long as he continues to
breathe. Michael Myers will forever be
looking over your shoulder.
TOMMY
You see a lot, Dr. Lecter, but I don’t
have time for therapy. Clarice thinks
you can help us. I have my doubts, but
I’m willing to entertain anything.
HANNIBAL
Tommy and Clarice, two broken souls just
trying to make the world a safer place
and on separate quests for redemption.
Clarice is attracted to you, Tommy. I
see it in her body language. The
touching, the looks, the camaraderie.
You’re attracted to her, too, but you’re
too dim to realize it because you’re
obsessed with a childhood memory that
won’t fade away.
TOMMY and CLARICE look at each other, both embarrassed.
CLARICE
We don’t have much time, Dr. Lecter. An
11-year old boy is counting on us. Give
us something on Wynn so that we can bring
him down.
HANNIBAL
My knowledge is very limited on Dr.
Wynn’s involvement. Tell me more and I
will be able to add my thoughts.
TOMMY
Dr. Wynn is a murderer. He’s crazy.
Blew away an entire police station back
in ’89 freeing Michael Myers from
captivity. There’s a rune. Thorn. It
represents a demon of the same name.
Wynn worships this demon and Michael is
inflicted with Thorn’s curse. Wynn has
no choice but to aid him and pave the way
so that Michael can kill his family off.
HANNIBAL
Is this what you told the courts during
your trial?
TOMMY
It’s the truth.
HANNIBAL
You should be behind this glass, not me.
Tell me, Tommy. Has your mind sank that
far into disarray that you’d think a
court of law would be interested in black
magic and witch’s brew? Did Michael
Myers scar you so badly that you’d
believe any theory that came to fruition?
TOMMY
It’s not a lie, Dr. Lecter.
HANNIBAL
Of course it’s a lie!
HANNIBAL takes out the file marked with the ‘MYERS, MICHAEL AUDREY’ on
it.
HANNIBAL
Dr. Loomis disagreed with you. He
believed Michael Myers to be pure
evil...not possessed by some demon.
TOMMY
Dr. Loomis didn’t have all the facts!
HANNIBAL
One thing stood out here for me. Dr. Sam
Loomis, an old man with facial burns and
a cane for walking, was never hunted down
and killed by Michael. Why is that?
Because Michael Myers wanted Loomis to
stop him. Michael wanted someone to end
his life. He wanted to stop killing, but
he couldn’t.
TOMMY
The curse. I’m telling you. It’s the
curse. Don’t you believe in anything but
science, Dr. Lecter?
HANNIBAL
No! (beat) I stopped believing in
anything involving faith a long time ago.
Why do you profess to have it when your
God has led you to this unfathomable
existence?
TOMMY
I’ve seen it with my own eyes. Tonight,
they have a ritual planned. Every
Halloween, they dress up in Druid robes
and make sacrifices of their alleged
criminals and the insane. Every
Halloween, this facility loses patients
and they cover it up.
HANNIBAL
Yes, of course. That’s why they brought
me here. Dawn said I would burn right
before I killed her.
CLARICE
You killed someone while you’ve been
here?
HANNIBAL smirks.
EXT. MAXIMUM SECURITY CELL
NICK is on the phone, talking rapidly.
NICK
He’s telling them everything, Dr. Wynn!
We need to shut him up!
INT. WYNN’S OFFICE
WYNN doesn’t look worried as he responds.
WYNN
Let him talk. They’ll come straight for
me once they’re finished. I’ll take care
of them. You take care of Lecter.
INT. LECTER’S CELL
CLARICE and TOMMY are listening to HANNIBAL on the other side of the
glass.
HANNIBAL
I don’t believe in ancient curses and
superstition, but I don’t doubt that
these people believe in it. Tonight,
they plan to burn me at the stake.
Clarice, you have the means to stop Wynn
within your grasp, but it has nothing to
do with Michael Myers. It has to do with
the reason why you live that lonely
single life.
CLARICE frowns.
CLARICE
What do you mean, Dr. Lecter?
HANNIBAL
Run along, Starling. You’re running out
of time.
CLARICE
What reason?! My father?! What does my
father have to do with this?!
HANNIBAL
I have enjoyed speaking with you.
HANNIBAL smiles, turns, and sits down with his back turned. TOMMY
gently grips CLARICE by the arm.
TOMMY
He’s done giving us anything. We’ll have
to wing it.
CLARICE turns and exits with TOMMY down the hallway as CLARICE looks
back to see HANNIBAL one last time.