沉默的羔羊 剧本.pdf

The Silence of the LambsScreenplay 电影剧本 by Ted TallyProduced by Edward Saxon Kenneth Utt Ron BozmanDirected by Jonathan DemmeCast List:Jodie FosterClarice StarlingSir Anthony HopkinsDr.Hannibal LecterScott GlennJack CrawfordTed Levine Jame GumbAnthony Heald Dr.Frederic ChiltonBrooke SmithCatherine MartinCharles Napier Sergeant BoyleFADE IN:淡入INT.GRUBBY HOTEL CORRIDOR DAY(DIMLY LIT)A womans face BACKS INTO SHOT,her head resting against grimy wallpaper.She is tense,sweaty,wide-eyed with concentration.This is CLARICE STARLING mid-20s,trim,very pretty.She wears Kevlar body armor over a navy windbreaker,khaki pants.Her thick hair is piled under a navy baseball cap.A revolver,clutched in her right hand,hovers by her ear.She raises a speedloader,in her left hand,locks it into her cylinder,twists and reloads.CLOSE ONA guest room door,with a small,wired pack attached to its knob.Suddenly,wish a sharp CRACK!,the knob explodes,and the door bursts open.WITH CLARICE MOVING SHOTAs she runs around a corner,through a cloud of smoke.She shoulders aside the shattered door and rushes inside,gun at the ready in both hands.CUT TO:INT.HOTEL ROOM DAYCLARICES POV MOVING as she first sees,sitting on the edge of a bed a FEMALE HOSTAGE.Black,late 20s,gagged,hands behind her back.Then,SWIVELLING.she sees a startled MALE SUSPECT white,mid-20s standing by a window with a riflein his hands.He is turning towards her.Clarice drops into a combat crouch,gun extended,and shouts.CLARICEFreeze!FBI!CLARICES POV SLOW MOTIONAll natural SOUND suspended as the Suspect faces her with a strange,pleading expression.The rifle is rising in his hands,but oddly enough,it is held across his chest,not pointing.Then another puzzling detail registers.THE SUSPECTS HANDSAre taped to his gun,away from the trigger;he couldnt use it even if he tried.Suddenly we hear a metallic CLICK,which registers with unnatural amplification,as-Clarice reacts,drops to the floor,rolling sideways,and THE HOSTAGEPulls a revolver out from behind her back,still in SLOW MOTION,raising it in her untied hands.She fires repeatedly,flames leaping from the muzzle;the SOUND is an echoing roar in these close quarters,but Clarice has come up on one knee,beside an armchair,and is already firing back herself,two quick SHOTS,which send THE HOSTAGEPitching over the bed,backwards,to shudder and lie still in a haze of gunsmoke.Clarice rushes to her,clamping one knee down on her gun hand,still keeping her covered in case of movement.HOLD for a few beats.then we hear the shrill blast of a WHISTLE from somewhere,off screen,as normal ACTION and SOUND are restored.BRIGHAM(O.S.)Okay,people,good exercise.Clarice relaxes,lowering her gun.The lights brighten.PULLING BACKWe see that were in some sort of auditorium,with the hotel room and its corridorbuilt as a training set.JOHN BRIGHAM walks onto this set,thumbing a stopwatch.Mid-40s,ex-Marine.His T-shirts lettering says Firearms Instructor/FBI Academy.BRIGHAM(CONTD)Starlings reaction time was excellent.Lets break.Critique in five.A class of about forty young FBI trainees,of both sexes,begins to rise from their seats,mingling and chatting.Clarice nods amiably to the Suspect,then gives her Hostage a hand up.Its ARDELIA MAPP,her roommate.Her broad,clever face breaks into a big smile,as they both remove ear plugs.Clarices voice has just a soft trace of southern accent.ARDELIADamn,Clarice,howd you make me?CLARICE(indicating her gun)Never cock.Just squeeze.ARDELIA(grins)I love it when you talk dirty.As Brigham joins them,Clarice cant resist a star pupils little smile of pride.He frownsgood-naturedly.BRIGHAMWhatre you laughin at,Junior G-Man?She got off four rounds to your two.He takes out a steel-coiled grip flexer,drops it onto her palm.BRIGHAM(CONTD)One hundred reps,each hand,every day.Now tidy up,the Section Chief wants to seeyou.He nods a direction,then moves off.Clarice,with her smile finally fading,looks out into the auditorium.SPECIAL AGENT JACK CRAWFORDSits on the top step of the aisle,looking down at her.He is 53,strongly built.He risesimpassively,exits through the back door.He carries a think manila envelope under one arm.Ardelia who is helping Clarice unbuckle her bullet-proof vest,follows her worried gaze.CLARICEWhatd I do?ARDELIAStay cool.Just remember to call him God.CUT TO:EXT.FBI ACADEMY GROUNDS,QUANTICO,VIRGINIA DAYCrawford is watching a group of trainees on the firing range,as Clarice joins him.He looks tired,haunted.Between master and student,we sense a subtle,muted tug of sexuality.CAMPBELLStarling,Clarice M.,good morning.CLARICEGood morning,Mr.Crawford.CAMPBELLYour instructors tell me youre doing well.Top quarter of the class.CLARICEI hope so.They havent posted anything.CAMPBELLA jobs come up and I thought about you.Not really a job,more of an interesting errand.Walk me to my car,Starling.They begin to cross the academy grounds.A group of trainees jogs by,in matching sweats,following a p.e.coach.CAMPBELL(CONTD)Were trying to interview all of the serial killers now in custody,for a psycho-behavioral profile.Could be a big help in unsolved cases.Most of them have been happy to talkto us.They have a compulsion to boast,these people.Do you spook easily,Starling?CLARICENot yet.CAMPBELLYou see,the one we want most refuses to cooperate.I want you to go after him againtoday,in the asylum.CLARICEWhos the subject?CAMPBELLThe psychiatrist Dr.Hannibal Lecter.Clarice stops walking,goes very still.A beat.CLARICEThe cannibal.Crawford doesnt respond,except to study her face.CLARICE(CONTD)Yes,well.Okay,right.Im glad for the chance,sir,but why me?CAMPBELLYoure qualified and available.And frankly,I cant spare a real agent right now.He walks on again,at a faster clip.She hurried to keep up.CAMPBELL(CONTD)I dont expect him to talk to you,but I have to be able to say we tried.Lecter wasa brilliant psychiatrist,and he knows all the dodges.(hands her the manila envelope)Dossier on him,copy of our questionnaire,special ID for you.If he wont talk,then Iwant straight reporting.Hows he look,hows his cell look,whats he writing?The Director himself will see your report,over your own signature if I decide its good enough.I want that by 0800 Wednesday,and keep this to yourself.Theyre reached his car.His driver stamps on a cigarette,climbs in behind the wheel.BURROUGHS,his assistant,says something into a walkie-talkie,then opens the back door.But Crawford pulls her aside,a hand on her shoulder.His intensity is scary.CAMPBELL(CONTD)Now.I want your full attention,Starling.Are you listening to me?CLARICEYes sir.CAMPBELLBe very careful with Hannibal Lecter.Dr.Chilton at the asylum will go over the physical procedures used with him.Do not deviate from them,for any reason.You tell him nothing personal,Starling.Believe me,you dont want Hannibal Lecter inside your head.Just do your job,but never forget what he is.CLARICE(a bit unnerved)And what is that,sir?CHILTON(V.O.)Oh,hes a monster.A pure psychopath.CUT TO:INT.CHILTONS OFFICE BALTIMORE STATE HOSPITAL FOR THE CRIMINALLY INSANE DAYCLOSE ON an ID card held in a male hand.Clarices photo,official-looking graphics.Itcalls her a Federal Investigator.CHILTON(O.S.)Its so rare to capture one alive.From a research point of view,Dr.Lecter is our mostprized asset.Dr.Frederick Chilton looks up from her card.A smarmy little peacock,behind a vast desk;hes conceived an instant,hopeless letch for Clarice.He smiles,stroking her cardwith his beloved gold pen.CHILTON(CONTD)You know,we get a lot of detectives here,but I must say,I cant ever remember oneso attractive.NEW ANGLE REVEALS CLARICENow wearing a more feminine skirt suit.Hair neatly coiled,elegant shoulder bag,briefcase.He has rudely left her standing.CHILTON(CONTD)Will you be in Baltimore overnight.?Because this can be quite a fun town,if you have the right guide.Clarice tires,unsuccessfully,to hide her distaste for him.CLARICEIm sure its a great town,Dr.Chilton,but my instructions are to talk to Lecter and report back this afternoon.CHILTON(pause;sourly)I see.(beat)Lets make this quick,then.Im busy.CUT TO:INT.ASYLUM CORRIDOR UPPER FLOOR DAYClarice flinches as a heavy steel gate CLANGS shut behind her,the bolt shooting home.Chilton walks ahead of her.CHILTONLecter carved up nine people that were sure of and cooked his favorite bits.Weve tried to study him,of course but hes much too sophisticated for the standard tests.And my,does he hate us!Thinks Im his nemesis.Crawfords very clever,isnt he?Using you.CLARICEHow do you mean,Dr.Chilton?CHILTONA pretty young woman,to turn him on?I dont believe Lecters ever seen a woman ineight years.And oh,are you ever his taste so to speak.CLARICEI graduated magna from UVA,Doctor.Its not a charm school.CHILTONGood.Then you should be able to remember the rules.CUT TO:INT.DIFFERENT CORRIDOR LOWER FLOOR DAYA darker,even grimmer area.Heavy grids over the lights.Distant SLAMMINGS and faint,hoarse SHOUTS.They walk briskly.CHILTONDo not reach through the bars,do not touch the bars.You pass him nothing but softpaper no pens or pencils.No staples or paperclips in his paper.Use the sliding foodcarrier,no exceptions.Do not accept anything he attempts to hold out to you.Do youunderstand me?CLARICEI understand.CHILTONIm going to show you why we insist on such precautions.On the afternoon of July 8,1981,he complained of chest pains and was taken to the dispensary.His mouthpieceand restraints were removed for an EKG.When the nurse bent over him,he did this toher.He hands Clarice a small,dog-eared photo.Looking at it,she is stopped in her tracks.This pleases Chilton.CHILTON(CONTD)The doctors managed to re-set her jaw,more or less,and save one of her eyes.His pulse never got over eighty-five,even when he ate her tongue.(pause;he smiles)I keep him in here.He turns,pushes a button.A steel door BUZZES slowly open,and BARNEY a big,impassive orderly awaits them in an anteroom.On its walls:restraints,mouthpieces,Mace,tranquilizer guns.CLARICE(quickly blocking him)Dr.Chilton if Lecter feels youre his enemy as youve said them maybe Ill havemore luck by myself.What do you think?CHILTON(annoyed)You might have suggested that in my office,and saved me the time.CLARICEBut then I wouldve missed the pleasure of your company.She holds out the photo.A beat.He grabs it,jaw twitching.CHILTONWhen shes finished,bring her out.He turns on his heel,goes.Barney smiles reassuringly.BARNEYHi,Im Barney.He told you,dont get near the bars?CLARICE(shaking his hand)Clarice Starling.Yes,he did.BARNEYOkay.Past the others,its the last cell.Stay to the middle.I put out a chair for you.Sensing her tension,he indicates a nearby security monitor.BARNEY(CONTD)Im watching.Youll do fine.Clarice nods gratefully.She looks down the long corridor,takes a deep breath,walks into it.He watches her go.CUT TO:INT.DR.LECTERS CORRIDOR DAYMOVING SHOT with Clarice,as her footsteps ECHO.High to her right,surveillance cameras.On her left,cells.Some are padded,with narrow observation slits,others are normal,barred.Shadowy occupants pacing,MUTTERING.Suddenly a dark figure in the next-to-last cell hurtles towards her,his face mashing grotesquely against his bars as he hisses.DARK FIGUREI c-can sssmell your cunt!Clarice flinches momentarily,but then walks on.DR.LECTERS CELLIs coming slowly INTO VIEW.Behind its barred front wall is a second barrier of stoutnylon net.Sparse,bolted-down furniture,many softcover books and papers.On the walls,extraordinarily detailed,skillful drawings,mostly European cityscapes,in charcoal or crayon.Clarice stops,at a police distance from his bars,clears her throat.CLARICEDr.Lecter.My name is Clarice Starling.May I talk with you?Dr.Hannibal Lecter is lounging on his bunk,in white pajamas,reading an Italian Vogue.He turns,considers her.A face so long out of the sun,it seems almost leached except for the glittering eyes,and the wet red mouth.He rises smoothly,crossing to stand before her;the gracious host.His voice is cultured,soft.DR.LECTERGood morning.CUTTING BETWEEN THEMAs Clarice comes a measured distance closer.CLARICEDoctor,we have a hard problem in psychological profiling.I want to ask for your helpwith a questionnaire.DR.LECTERWe being the Behavioral Science Unit,at Quantico.Youre one of Jack Crawfords,I expect.CLARICEI am,yes.DR.LECTERMay I see your credentials?Clarice is surprised,but fishes her ID card from her bag,holds it up for his inspection.He smiles,soothingly.DR.LECTER(CONTD)Closer,please.closer.She complies each time,trying to hide her fear.Dr.Lecters nostrils lift,as he gently,like an animal,tests the air.Then he smiles,glancing at her card.DR.LECTER(CONTD)That expires in one week.Youre not real FBI,are you?CLARICEIm still in training at the Academy.DR.LECTERJack Crawford sent a trainee to me?CLARICEWere talking about psychology,Doctor,not the Bureau.Can you decide for yourself whether or not Im qualified?DR.LECTERMmmmm.Thats rather slippery of you,Officer Starling.Sit.Please.She sits in the folding metal desk-chair.He waits politely till shes settled,then sits down himself,faces her happily.DR.LECTER(CONTD)Now then.What did Miggs say to you?(she is puzzled)Multiple Miggs,in the next cell.He hissed at you.What did he say?CLARICEHe said I can smell your cunt.DR.LECTERI see.I myself cannot.You use Evyan skin cream,and sometimes you wear LAir du Temps,but not today.You brought your best bag,though,didnt you?CLARICE(beat)Yes.DR.LECTERIts much better than your shoes.CLARICEMaybe theyll catch up.DR.LECTERI have no doubt of it.CLARICE(shifting uncomfortably)Did you do those drawings,Doctor?DR.LECTERYes.Thats the Duomo,seen from the Belvedere.Do you know Florence?CLARICEAll that detail,just from memory.?DR.LECTERMemory,Officer Starling,is what I have instead of view.A pause,then Clarice takes the questionnaire from her case.CLARICEDr.Lecter,if youd please consider DR.LECTERNo,no,no.You were doing fine,youd been courteous and receptive to courtesy,youd established trust with the embarrassing truth about Miggs,and now this ham-handedsegue into your questionnaire.It wont do.Its stupid and boring.CLARICEIm only asking you to look at this,Doctor.Either you will or you wont.DR.LECTERJack Crawford must be very busy indeed if hes recruiting help from the student body.Busy hunting that new one,Buffalo Bill.Such a naughty boy!Did Crawford send youto ask for my advice on him?CLARICENo,I came because we need DR.LECTERHow many women has he used,our Bill?CLARICEFive.so far.DR.LECTERAll flayed.?CLARICEPartially,yes.But Doctor,thats an active case,Im not involved.If you could DR.LECTERDo you know why hes called Buffalo Bill?Tell me.The newspapers wont say.CLARICEIll tell you if youll look at this form.(he considers,then nods)It started as a bad joke in Kansas City Homicide.They said.this one likes to skin hishumps.DR.LECTERWitless and misleading.Why do you think he takes their skins,Officer Starling?Thrillme with your wisdom.CLARICEIt excites him.Most serial killers keep some sort of trophies.DR.LECTERI didnt.CLARICEN