01x01 - The Silence is Over

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Clarice.

I thought it was done.

Buffalo Bill took seven women.

He skinned six...

Six of them.

I saved one...

The last one...

Catherine.

It's been a year since.

I put it behind me, but last week, some of the families wanted to make statements.

♪♪ Close the book.

Such a sad, strange anniversary.

I wanted to be present for the families of the victims.

♪♪ When I came out of Justice, they were all just... everywhere.

♪♪ Sorry you had to see this here, Clarice.

It was left in my waiting area.

The press can't seem tolet you go.

Well, I suppose there are a few advantages, sir.

The checkout lady at the Safeway asked me to autograph a melon.

I imagine it might cause real resentment with your colleagues.

The famous face of the FBI, just a year out of the Academy.

Well, sometimes we duke it out at the vending machine.

Not really.

Um, I feed data into computers.

I'm what they call an "Igor" in the Behavioral Sciences Lab.

I'm not the face of anything, sir.

Well, this says differently.

"Buffalo Bill's House of Horrors: Will the Survivors Ever Speak??" ♪♪ There were no survivors.

But youwere a survivor.

I mean...

to be a survivor, you have to be a victim.

I was just doing my job.

Yeah, but it wasn't your job.

You were still a trainee when you stopped Buffalo Bill from skinning and k*lling more women.

Excuse me...

He k*lled them before.

Is that distinction important to you?

Yes, sir.

It is important to me that he did not skin them alive.

Do you ever speak with her?

Catherine Martin?

I'm not really sure what there would be to speak about, sir.

You keep in touch with the other victims' families.

You write to them.

You check in.

But not Catherine.

Sir, I understand it would be easier for everyone if I just became comfortable with the term "survivor." I've found most people need me to be just the one thing, a simple thing.

So they can... relax, I guess.

Clarice, you've beendeflecting like a pro for a full year now.

Sir, I'm mandated to come here and speak with you, and...

Which is understandable, given your last therapist was an inmate in the Baltimore Hospital for the Criminally Insane and, you know, ate his patients.

He was not my therapist.

It was a quid pro quo.

He wanted pieces...

Pieces of your life, in exchange for his insights into Buffalo Bill.

But you were specifically told not to give him any information, Clarice.

We only had three days.

You let that relationship be intimate.

How do you carry that?

How do you carry his rage?

Buffalo Bill's rage?

I'll put it another way...

What do you do with all yourrage?

It's not really something I think about, sir.

Okay, Clarice, I'm gonna tell you what I see.

I see an agent who seems to be adopting the families of m*rder*d women, but hasn't seen her own family in years.

I see an agent who's buried herself in the basement of the Behavioral Sciences Unit and rarely sees the light of day.

The light doesn't matter that much to me.

Really.

And I see an agent who just told me that she doesn't consider Catherine Martin to be alive, despite having saved her life.

These things make me think, "This agent needs to be out of rotation until she can heal from PTSD of the most egregious kind." Sir, I'm gonna tread carefully here because I know what you write in there can make my job harder.

Please.

This tabloid has never been opened.

It's pristine.

No one left it here, sir.

You wanted me to see it, to get me talking.

Is that accurate?

I'll ask you again, Clarice...

What do you do with all your rage?

Doctor, I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

This is a private session.

Doctor, I have orders to get her to Washington.

I'm not prepared to sign off on her.

This request comes from Ruth Martin, the Attorney General of the United States of America.

It's an urgent matter, and Starling is needed right now.

Um, why me, sir?

You don't get to ask why, Starling.

Let's go pack a bag.

You'll be gone a while.

♪ There's power in the blood ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ The press is outside the mayor's window.

Madam Attorney General, they need you to make the statement.

I will make the damn statement...

20 minutes.

The Attorney General will be making a statement later.

In the meantime, you can sittight just like everyone else.

Well, you must pack up quick.

Yes, Ma'am.

It's my dad's duffel.

Been living out of it for quite a while, so...

It's appreciated.

Hello, Clarice.

Congratulationson your appointment, ma'am.

It ruffled some feathers.

I'm...

I'm real sorryto hear that.

Two dead women floated down the Anacostia River.

Somebody sliced them to ribbons.

And you think it's a...

A serial k*ller.

Hell yes, I do.

Ma'am, there's a lot of criteriaaround that designation.

I'm not having this again.

Ma'am, am I here to consultfor Behavioral Sciences?

You're here to catch the guy.

Ma'am?

I took this office with a mission...

To convene a Violent Crimes Task Force, so that no familyever goes through what ours did.

Ma'am, respectfully, there areagents with years of experience.

You think you're not ready?

I'm just saying thatthere are more qualified...

No one is more qualified.

You weren't ready to go into that house and pull my child out of that m*rder*r's pit, but you did it.

You saved my little girl.

She's thin now.

She's very... thin.

Bill only took the larger women.

I don't need to be a psychiatrist to put it together.

You are a woman with a very public reputation for hunting monsters, Clarice.

- I can't have a reputation.

- -I've only done it once.

It's time you own that reputation.

Bill took seven.

That's not happening on my watch.

You are now a Special Agent of the ViCAP Task Force.

Head Man in Charge is Paul Krendler.

And, no, he hasn't forgotten how you showed him up when you were both chasing Bill, but he's a hell of an investigator and a good lawyer.

I need you both to work together now.

Ma'am.

Becoming the face for your Task Force requires some...

cooperation.

What do you want, Starling?

To go back to BehavioralSciences after these murders.

Just these murders, and that's it.

I belong at BSU.

They're my people.

You don't get to make that choice, and you don't have any people, Clarice.

Your fellow Quantico graduates, the senior agents...

They hate you because they can never understand what you've been through.

No one in the world can.

Except me.

And Catherine.

She thinks you're the only one who can help her.

And I know you have your own demons to carry, but we're your people.

I ask you, will you please start returning her calls?

Paul Krendler will meet you on the scene with the ViCAP team.

It's time to come out of hiding, Starling.

♪ Jesus, thou art...

♪ ...the sinner's friend ♪ As such I look to Thee ♪ As such...

Paul, she's here.

♪ ...I look...

You know why you're here, Starling?

The AG sent me, Mr. Krendler.

You're Ruth Martin's drop of honey.

For the cameras.

But this isn't Buffalo territory anymore.

We do evidence, not, "It's a full moon, and I've got a feeling." The AG made it clear this needs to be a win, simple and clean.

So you'll keep quiet until I tell you, and then you will say what I tell you.

Jones, get her some gear.

Uh, sir, I wasn't informed I would actually be...

Now you're informed.

And for the record, I think you got lucky when you caught Bill.

You do have your g*n?

You should at least look the part, Starling.

♪ Now in the...

They don't really come in your size.

♪ ...of thy love ♪ O Lord, remember me Are you the girl?

♪ Remember thy...

Okay.

s*ab wounds.

Bite marks.

Looks like a serial guy to me.

The other one's in the drainage gate.

Uh, sir, um, I'd need to do a full examination of her wounds and build a BSU profilebefore determining if it's a serial k*ller.

There's another one at the drainage gate.

Two bodies, same MO.

I wanna get this guy before he does it again.

Get a camera and make sure we have everything before we bring her out.

Go with her, Esquivel.

I want to see what she can do.

I hear Starling's not quite 100%.

If she makes any moves on her own, I want to know.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ Okay, recording.

African-American female.

Mid-20s.

Nude.

Muzzle stamp...

left temple.

Left hand broken at the wrist.

Could be postmortem.

Engagement/wedding set, left ring finger.

Small carat, but it's a sweet ring.

Her husband...

he cared.

♪♪ Polish on both the hands and feet...

It's a soft color.

Real tasteful.

She minded her presentation.

Same s*ab wounds and bite marks as the other victim.

♪♪ Let's, uh...

Let's set her free.

♪ There is power, power, wonder-working power ♪ ♪ In the blood ♪ Of the Lamb ♪ There is power, power, wonder-working power ♪ ♪ In the precious blood of the Lamb ♪ Angela Bird, 28, local, prints in the system only because she worked in a public school here in D.C.

The older, Tess Laughty.

55, retired Postal Carrier from Rockville, Maryland.

Husband deceased.

Good neighbor.

When she first went missing, her friends said that she liked to put the lights on her house at Christmas.

Thank you, Tripathi.

No water in the lungs.

Cause of death in each case was the b*llet to the head.

.45.

Correct.

As always.

Whoo-hoo.

Okay, Starling.

Go.

Esquivel's our Army sn*per guy.

Tripathi's our library.

Clarke's our lie detector.

Make us believe in your Behavioral Science like I believe in them.

How crazy is the crazy?

Well...

different ages, different races.

The bite marks are shallow.

And it's strange the wounds are so well-spaced.

None of them... kiss.

Um, any cursory evidence of sexual as*ault?

Nope.

But they still gotta go to the morgue.

No ligature marks on either victim.

And I don't see any petechiae bruising, sir.

She got sh*t in the head.

That can act like a magic eraser sometimes.

What does that say to you, Starling?

There's no intimacy here.

No frenzy.

And he'd have to know they'd float.

A...

A...

A true psychopath?

We'd still be looking.

But a true sociopath...

They wouldn't have left their faces.

Or their wedding rings.

What rule is that?

Are you saying it's not a crazy guy?

I mean, who el...

Who else does this?

I'm saying something feels wrong, like it's too controlled, too sane.

I'm saying I don't know if I can be definitive yet.

♪♪ Clarke, get her to the morgue.

Bag the hands.

Coroner's coming.

Okay, fellas, time to face the vultures.

Let's go.

Let's go.

♪♪ If you're not prepared emotionally to see what's right in front of you...

Sir...

You're equivocating, and, therefore, unreliable.

This whole mess falls right into the legal definition of serial k*lling.

Sir, if I ran into two people on my bike, it would fall under the legal definition.

It's very broad.

The definition is unambiguous.

I told you...

Simple and clean.

Sir, I'm saying that I need more time to make an assessment.

We don't have time.

We have a press conference.

Ruth Martin wants the public inflamed and the press on her side.

Now, I have to play her game, and so do you.

None of this "I don't know, the wounds don't kiss" stuff, you understand?

♪♪ The Attorney General has built her reputation on how v*olence has touched her family.

Is this case a way for her to...

An opportunity for some PR?

That may be the most cynical thing I've ever heard.

For those of you that have a soul...

AG Martin has made this priority one.

Is that why Agent Starling was brought in?

Special Agent Starling will answer that question herself.

Clarice, do you think you have a special connection to serial...

Agent Starling!

Clarice, how does it feel to be back in the field?

I'm real glad to be back in the field with my fellow agents.

Do you think this is another Bill...

a serial k*ller?

- Clarice!

- Agent Starling!

Um, it meets the legal criteria.

Is this another madman?

Is this a serial k*ller, Clarice?

Yes.

♪♪ You're a trained investigator, so I knew you'd find the key under the mat.

I didn't know I'd need a place to stay in D.C.

Stay as long as you want.

I'll be out of your hair in a few days.

I know you're up to your neck working cold cases.

I'm building one againstthe Attorney General of the United States.

For kidnapping you.

I saw you on TV.

How bad was it?

♪♪ It was bad.

You did the shopping.

I wanted to contribute.

How am I supposed to alphabetize?

I bought Twizzlers.

That's a whole nother letter.

♪♪ So...

...she pulled you out of the basement kicking and screaming, huh?

Must have been fun.

That Martin is a real piece of work, boy.

She'll look you right in the eye while she's gutting your kidneys.

After what she's been through, almost losing her child, I don't believe she's in it for the glory.

Well, me neither, but they just want me to say it's a crazy serial guy.

The flashy stuff.

I mean, it presents on the surface as what it is, but I don't know, Ardelia.

Maybe it's me.

What if I'm not...

emotionally prepared?

Did your exceedingly lame therapist say that to you?

He could never have caught Bill.

He'd probably like to think you just got lucky.

Like Krendler thinks.

Mnh-mnh.

You trusted yourself enough to save a girl once, and all the girls that would have come after.

What did we learn in the laundry room back at Quantico?

First Principles.

What is the thing, in and of itself?

Nothing in common demographically.

Weird.

And all the wounds are just fighting each other for attention, like, "Oh, look at me.

I'm a biter...

Oh, wait, no, I got this great, big Kn*fe." They're...

self-conscious.

You saying he's not compulsive?

I'm saying he does it like he learned it in a book, this guy.

There's deliberation.

Despite the wounds.

No, becauseof the wounds.

They're...

desperately random.

Ardelia, this guy is cold as hell, and he wants us to think he's on fire.

Anything evidentiary...

b*llet casings, knives, clothing?

I'm asking for a Toxicology rush.

It's not, like, a complicated request.

Yeah, last known for Tess Laughty's...

I need everything about a Frank Bird.

B-I-R-D, like "bird."...daughter.

Did you put in for tonight's game?

Watch, watch, watch.

Here it comes.

- Uh, hold on a second.

- Okay.

The hell?

A little lotion for you, Starling.

You just gotta rub it on your skin a little.

Keep it smooth!

Put it in the basket.

I'll call you back.

Welcome to the FBI, Starling.

Yeah, welcome to the Bureau.

That was messed up.

Look, no one from ourteam would've pulled a stunt like that.

It was Peterson's Fraud guys, right?

They're a bunch of...

I don't need you coming to the rescue.

Sorry.

Look, I-I come from m*llitary.

I've never worked a serial case before.

Lucky you.

But some of the stuff you said at the scene...

It made sense to me.

It did.

Listen, your wheelhouse isn't real pleasant.

You wouldn't be in it if you couldn't...

see the way you do.

The 302 report said you questioned Angela Bird's husband, but there is no real breakdown of her psychological map.

I'm a dead sh*t at a thousand meters.

The psych map is BSU territory.

Husbands never know what they know about their wives.

Someone should talk to him again.

Okay.

Let's go.

Really?

Hey, we're on the same team here, Starling.

This place needs a house cleaning, but you got to trust somebody sometime or you die alone.

You're pretty bleak.

I get it from my mom.

I'm driving.

You're saying you don't think this is a foaming-at-the-mouth serial k*ller, like...

I-I'm saying it's real soon to say that.

So it might be someone who wants to make us think he's foaming at the mouth.

W-Why?

When I was a girl, before I left home, I smashed the entire jar of Christmas cookies so my mom wouldn't know I ate all the Santas.

Aha.

You make it look like one heinous act to hide another.

You were a criminal mastermind, huh?

Why the Santas?

Frosting.

You got older siblings?

I'm guessing sisters?

Yeah.

Uh, two.

Why?

You sit like you're used to the passenger seat.

Oh.

I'm gonna tell them you said that.

Hey, why do they call you the Bride of Frankenstein?

It's a long story.

They also call me Igor and Rapunzel.

But I'm out of the tower now, so it'll have to be something else.

♪ When they call out...

♪ I'm already on my way to West Virginia Granny Witch.

I have absolutely no idea what that is.

Angela was the...

She did most of the housework, took care of the baby, you know?

Mr. Bird, I grew up in an orphanage, and I changed a lot of diapers.

May I help you?

Mm.

Is there anyone else in the house, sir?

David, my son.

He's watching TV.

Would you mind if I took another look around?

Mm, no.

So, does your son like dinosaurs, too?

I don't know what he likes.

I don't know...

how to love him right.

I-I try.

I've never raised a hand to him.

Of course.

♪ There must be something more to us than you and me ♪ He has something called autism.

You know what that is?

It feels like you can't reach him.

Yes.

Thank you for saying that.

People don't understand.

Angie really had it in her teeth...

"Why?

Why?" Was your wife active like that?

Reaching out to people?

Vocal?

Yeah.

She always tried.

♪ It's so plain to see ♪ She sounds like a great mom.

♪ Together we are better than we used to be ♪ Our second victim, Tess Laughty...

Do we have her next of kin?

Maybe they can tell us something.

Her daughter, Casey Laughty.

She's got a sheet and a kid.

Last known address lists her as transient in the Highlands.

That'll be fun.

♪♪ Excuse me, sir.

Have you seen this woman?

Tess Laughty?

Have you seenthis woman?

Is she in here?

Have you seen this girl?

Have you seen Casey Laughty?

Excuse me.

Have you seen this woman?

No.

Do you know this girl?

Sir, have you seen her?

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ Aah!

♪♪ Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

No!

Stay on the ground!

No, no!

Stay on the ground, Casey.

No!

No!

No!

Why you wanna bust me, bitch?!

I'm not a connection!

We're not here for that.

We're here to tell you your mother's passed away.

We're real sorry for your loss.

Damn.

Who's watching your kid, Casey, huh?

Who's watching Gunnar?

Your mother took custody of him when you went to Brockbridge.

I stayed clean my whole pregnancy, but my mom took him anyway.

Got him into That Learning Place.

Call The Place.

What place is that?

The Place for freaky kids who have to be fed through a tube.

You don't answer your pager?

The two victims...

They both had kids with...

Special Needs.

David Bird and Gunnar Verde.

Later.

There's another body.

Same wounds.

Same everything.

Esquivel, you're with us.

Starling, you stay here on the desk.

Sir, is there a problem with my performance?

I don't know yet.

I got a call from your therapist, who's concerned that you might genuinely flip out.

I'm trying to protect you, Starling.

From whom, sir?

From yourself.

The AG is keeping press off scene.

Your services aren't needed tonight.

♪♪ ♪♪ She found something none of us were even looking for.

Good.

I'll hear it later.

Is she beginning to trust you?

I don't know.

Maybe.

I trust her.

Look, I need a read on Starling.

Do I put Clarke on her?

Or is this something you can handle?

♪♪ ♪♪ Hello.

It's Clarice Starling, ma'am.

I had a message you...

It's Catherine.

Catherine?

Hello.

Hello?

Catherine?

I didn't know how else to get you to call me back.

I've been calling you.

I haven't had a lot of time lately.

Yeah, my mom has you pretty busy.

Yeah.

Is it you can't look at me?

'Cause I remind you of him?

Uh, Catherine, can I help you?

Can you helpme?

Precious!

Catherine...

is that Precious?

I saw you on the news yesterday, talking about dead women.

Is there another one like Bill out there?

I'm sorry.

I can't discuss the details.

I need to know if it was real.

Sometimes, I don't know if I dreamed it.

There's no one else I can ask.

You're the only one, Clarice.

Do you remember the first thing you said to me?

I said...

FBI!

You're safe.

That was a lie.

I'll never be safe.

Neither will you.

Do you remember the mannequins and the autopsy table?

You saw that, right?

Help me!

Yeah, I saw it.

Oh, and the way he talked.

Now it places the lotion in the basket.

That strangled voice, when he...

I heard his voice, Catherine.

Can you sleep?

Or do moths wake you up?

How are you out there in the world?

We're different people.

No.

We're exactly the same.

You think you can rewrite the story, but you can't.

My mother?

You can't trust anything she says.

There's no one for you.

Just me.

Starling?

Esquivel?

Yeah.

I'm on-scene.

Latest victim ID's as Sandra Bishop.

40.

Nothing demographically like the other two, except...

Lady next door said she had a daughter who was born with pretty severe facial deformities.

The child lives in a clinic up in Connecticut.

Casey Laughty's son needed a feeding tube.

And David Bird has autism.

Maybe something caused it.

Caused all of it.

All the women are linked by their kids.

Frank Bird's our best connection to them.

We gotta go speak to him again.

Does Krendler know you're here?

He said to bring some samples to the lab.

I did that.

You know, for the record, he told me to watch you.

What did you tell him?

I didn't tell him anything.

I'm telling you.

No, I'm not.

Okay.

I counted them.

Are you really gonna have 514 children?

If nothing happens, yes.

Of course, they won't show up till next spring.

He used to watch "Charlotte's Web" with Angie.

Keeps him calm.

When is he not calm, Mr. Bird?

When Angie gets migraines.

She gets, uh...

I just don't have any pep anymore.

Got them a lot.

Her pain upset him.

You know, there are plenty of medications for migraines.

Did she take any?

Sir, if you know anything, anything that could help me find out who took your wife from you, please tell me now.

She was in a trial.

For migraines.

A clinical trial?

But a lot of the kids of those women...

turned out to be...

messed up in different ways.

Angie wanted to reach out to them.

Mr. Bird, secrets won't help here.

Look, I can't.

We signed an informed consent.

We settled.

May I have permission to look through your wife's personal things?

♪♪ She changes the baby.

She keeps the house.

They're traditional.

So if she's gonna hide something, it would be somewhere...

he wouldn't look.

♪♪ ♪♪ We were just talking about secrets.

Oh, yeah?

Hey, David.

I'm Clarice.

I think these were your mom's.

Did your dad know about these?

Or a lady named Rebecca?

Do you know Rebecca?

♪♪ Rebecca Clark-Sherman's a reporter at The Herald, and she wrote a piece in 1991 exposing glycol ethers in cosmetics.

Angela Bird was reaching out to her about a clinical trial for migraines.

And the third victim...

Sandra Bishop.

Neighbor says that when she sent her daughter away, it broke her heart in 17 places.

She couldn't let that be the end of it.

And there was a Bible verse on her fridge...

"I will be with thy mouth, andteach thee what thou shalt say." I know that verse...

It's about speaking truth.

The children couldn't speak for themselves.

Bird said his wife was reaching out to the others.

Oh, God.

They're all breaking the quiet.

They're all whistleblowers.

So who ran those trials?

When you find out, give me their names...

They're going in the book.

This is getting worse than if it was a crazy guy.

It always gets worse.

It's 102 Somersby.

100... that's it.

♪♪ Whoa.

Hold up.

That Jeep doesn't have any plates.

What?

What the hell?

I was a counter sn*per.

Had to figure out where the other guy was gonna be or everybody'd be dead.

♪♪ Smoke it all the way to the butt, pinch it dead.

This is how the Special Forces guys field-strip their cigarettes.

They definitely don't make wounds that kiss.

♪♪ He's in the house.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ Oh, God, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

Clarice!

Up here!

♪♪ Esquivel?!

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ Go!

I've got her!

Go!

Go!

Halt.

FBI.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ You're not crazy.

Crazy men don't stage a su1c1de, you son of a bitch.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can be used against you in a court of law.

You have...

no idea what this is.

You're gonna tell me who paid you to k*ll those three women.

Give me their names!

♪♪ Get me a deal.

♪♪ Rebecca, were Angela Bird, Tess Laughty, and Sandra Bishop gonna talk to you about the trials?

The clinical trials?

Agent.

Agent, we have to go now.

Thank you for what you did.

Yes, ma'am.

I understand.

Explain yourself.

Sir, that man is a professional.

He was contracted to k*ll Rebecca Clark-Sherman...

To make it look like a su1c1de so we wouldn't connect it to the others.

We got him before he...

I didn't ask you.

He wants a deal, sir.

He was paid to clean up after some kind of clinical trial.

Those women were whistleblowers, and Clark-Sherman was gonna tell their story.

Can you prove any of this?

Not yet.

Starling.

Do you know how you sound?

Yes.

Like an agent of the FBI.

We don't make deals.

Sir, he's spooked someone will get to him.

He wants to talk now.

It's not your call.

You will go to the press, and you will tell them that these murders were the work of a serial k*ller.

We caught him.

We're locking him away.

They can go back to their lives, safe.

Safe?

These were not random victims of a random crazy man.

They were trying to speak up.

Why are you so unwilling to consider that?

Of course I'm considering it.

That is another one of the many assumptions you've been making since we met.

What I'm not willing to do is put the lives of my team on the line based on the feelings of a junior agent who consistently presumes she knows better.

That's how people get hurt.

Now, we'll investigate the conspiracy angle without you.

Pull yourself together and get out there.

♪♪ What's his name?

Is it an ongoing investigation?

Clarice, can you give us any more details?

♪♪ I grew up in Kanawha County, West Virginia.

And when I was about 8 years old, a member of the school board tried to ban some books.

I was just a kid, but I went to my pastor and I asked him, "Whose stories are worth telling?" "Whose are worth hearing?" And he said, "Never let anyone decide that for you." Tonight, thanks to the Metro Police and the ViCAP Task Force, we got the guy, the man who m*rder*d Angela Bird, Tess Laughty, Sandra Bishop, and tried to m*rder Rebecca Clark-Sherman.

Clarice!

Can you ID the serial k*ller for us?

What's his name?

Angela Bird, Tess Laughty, Sandra Bishop, and Rebecca Clark-Sherman...

Their names are more important.

And they were not random victims of a serial k*ller.

They d*ed trying to tell a story.

A story that isn't over.

This wasn't a serial k*ller?

Is it an ongoing investigation?

Will you be staying on in Washington full time, Clarice?

♪♪ I'll be here until we close the book.

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