2023年沉默的羔羊2汉尼拔_《沉默的羔羊》SilenceOfTheLambs.docx

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1、2023年沉默的羔羊2汉尼拔_沉默的羔羊SilenceOfTheLambst h e s i l e n c e o f t h e l a m b s screenplay by ted tally based on the novel by thomas harris 2nd draft july 28, 1989 note for legal reasons, the names of three of tom harriss characters have had to be changed. it is my hope, and certainly toms, that the or

2、iginal names can be restored in time for the making of this movie. for the purposes of this draft, however, jack crawford has become ray campbell, frederick chilton has become herbert prentiss, and dr. hannibal lecter is called dr. gideon quinn. fade in: int. grubby hotel corridor - day (dimly lit)

3、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 r

4、evolver, 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 on a 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. w

5、ith clarice - moving shot - as 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 - day clarices pov - moving - as she first sees, sitting on the edge of a bed - a female hostage. black

6、, late 20s, gagged, hands behind her back. then, swivelling. she sees a startled male suspect - white, mid-20s - standing by a window with a rifle in his hands. he is turning towards her. clarice drops into a combat crouch, gun extended, and shouts. clarice freeze! fbi! clarices pov - slow motion -

7、all 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 hands are taped to his gun, away from the trigger; he couldn

8、t use it even if he tried. suddenly we hear a metallic click, which reg- isters with unnatural amplification, as - clarice reacts, drops to the floor, rolling sideways, and - the hostage pulls a revolver out from behind her back, still in slow motion, raising it in her untied hands. she fires repeat

9、edly, 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 hostage pitching over the bed, backwards, to shudder and lie still in a haze of

10、 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, o.s., as normal action and sound are restored. brigham (o.s.) okay, people, good exercise. clarice

11、 relaxes, lowering her gun. the lights brighten. pulling back - we see that were in some sort of auditorium, with the hotel room and its corridor built 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

12、 academy. brigham (contd.) starlings reaction time was excellent. lets break. critique in five. a class of about forty young fbi trainees, of both sexes, be- gins to rise from their seats, mingling and chatting. clarice nods amiably to the suspect, then gives her hostage a hand up. its ardelia mapp,

13、 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. ardelia damn, clarice, howd you make me? clarice (indicating her gun) never cock. just squeeze. ardelia (grins) i love it when you talk dirty. as bri

14、gham joins them, clarice cant resist a star pupils little smile of pride. he frowns good-naturedly. brigham whatre 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 d

15、ay. now tidy up, the section chief wants to see you. he nods a direction, then moves off. clarice, with her smile finally fading, looks out into the auditorium. special agent ray campbell sits on the top step of the aisle, looking down at her. he is 53, strongly built. he rises impassively, exits th

16、rough 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. clarice whatd i do? ardelia stay cool. just remember to call him god. cut to: ext. fbi academy grounds, quantico, virginia - day campbell is

17、 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. campbell starling, clarice m., good morning. clarice good morning, mr. campbell. campbell your instructors tell me youre doing well

18、. top quarter of the class. clarice i hope so. they havent posted anything. campbell a jobs come up and i thought about you. not really a job, more of - an interest- ing errand. walk me to my car, starling. they begin to cross the academy grounds. a group of trainees jogs by, in matching sweats, fol

19、lowing a p.e. coach. campbell (contd.) were trying to interview all of the serial killers now in custody, for a psychobehavioral profile. could be a big help in unsolved cases. most of them have been happy to talk to us. they have a compulsion to boast, these people. do you spook easily, starling? c

20、larice not yet. campbell you see, the one we want most refuses to cooperate. i want you to go after him again today, in the asylum. clarice whos the subject? campbell the psychiatrist - dr. gideon quinn. clarice stops walking, goes very still. a beat. clarice the cannibal. campbell doesnt respond, e

21、xcept to study her face. clarice (contd.) yes, well. okay, right. im glad for the chance, sir, but - why me? campbell youre 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 t

22、alk to you, but i have to be able to say we tried. quinn was a brilliant psychiatrist, and he knows all the dodges. (hands her the manila envelope) dossier on him, copy of our question- naire, special id for you. if he wont talk, then i want straight reporting. hows he look, hows his cell look, what

23、s he writing? the director himself will see your report, over your own signa- ture - 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 i

24、n- to a walkie-talkie, then opens the back door. but campbell 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? clarice yes sir. campbell be very careful with gideon quinn. dr. prentiss at the asylum

25、 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 gideon quinn inside your head. just do your job, but never forget what he is. clarice (a bit unnerved) and what is that, sir? prentiss (v.

26、o.) oh, hes a monster. a pure psychopath. cut to: int. prentisss office - baltimore state hospital for the criminally insane - day close on an i.d. card held in a male hand. clarices photo, of- ficial-looking graphics. it calls her a federal investigator. prentiss (contd., o.s.) its so rare to captu

27、re one alive. from a research point of view, dr. quinn is our most prized asset. dr. herbert prentiss 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 card with his beloved gold pen. prentiss (contd.) y

28、ou know, we get a lot of detectives here, but i must say, i cant ever remember one so attractive. new angle - reveals clarice - now wearing a more feminine skirt suit. hair neatly coiled, ele- gant shoulder bag, briefcase. he has rudely left her standing. prentiss (contd.) will you be in baltimore o

29、vernight.? because this can be quite a fun town, if you have the right guide. clarice tires, unsuccessfully, to hide her distaste for him. clarice im sure its a great town, dr. prentiss, but my instructions are to talk to quinn and report back this afternoon. prentiss (pause; sourly) i see. (beat) l

30、ets make this quick, then. im busy. cut to: int. asylum corridor - upper floor - day clarice flinches as a heavy steel gate clangs shut behind her, the bolt shooting home. prentiss walks ahead of her. prentiss quinn 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 stan- dard tests. and my, does he hate us! thinks