Manhunter

Lloyd Bowman:
You're so sly... but so am I.

Doctor Hannibal Lecktor:
You want the scent? Smell yourself!

Doctor Hannibal Lecktor:
Have you ever seen blood in the moonlight, Will? It appears quite black.

Doctor Hannibal Lecktor:
Save yourself, kill them all!

Will Graham:
I know that I'm not smarter than you.

Doctor Hannibal Lecktor:
Then how did you catch me?

Will Graham:
You had disadvantages.

Doctor Hannibal Lecktor:
What disadvantages?

Will Graham:
You're insane.

Doctor Hannibal Lecktor:
Dream much... Will?

Will Graham:
It's just you and me now, sport. And I'm going to find you, God damn it.

Agent Jack Crawford FBI:
You feel sorry for him.

Will Graham:
As a child, my heart bleeds for him. Someone took a little boy and turned him into a monster. But as an adult... as an adult, he's irredeemable. He butchers whole families to fulfill some sick fantasy. As an adult, I think someone should blow the sick f*** out of his socks.

Molly:
You're talking - about doing exactly what you said you'd...

Will Graham:
This killing... it's gotta stop.

Molly:
William... your gonna make yourself sick or get yourself killed.

Freddy Lounds:
How does working on this case affect your sex life?

Will Graham:
Mine? It doesn't affect mine, it affects yours. Go f*** yourself!

Doctor Hannibal Lecktor:
And if one does what God does enough times, one will become as God is.

Francis Dollarhyde:
You owe me awe!

Francis Dollarhyde:
It is in your nature to do one thing correctly: Tremble.

Jack Crawford:
If I really didn't need you to come back, I wouldn't ask.

Francis Dollarhyde:
Take my word for it. I'm smiling.

Reba McClane:
Hey, I didn't mean to offend you.

Francis Dollarhyde:
Do you imply that I'm queer?

Freddy Lounds:
God, no.

Reba McClane:
What are you watching?

Francis Dollarhyde:
Just a little homework.

Kevin Graham:
When are you gonna kill him?

Will Graham:
I'm not. It's only my job to find him.

Lloyd Bowman:
What about sweating Lecktor?

Will Graham:
We tried sodium amatol on him three years ago to find where he buried a Princeton student; he gave 'em a recipe for potato chip dip.

Will Graham:
You think I'm gonna see him standing in the street and say "there he is"? That's Houdini you're thinking of.

Jack Crawford:
Look, admit we struck out this month. The lear jet is standing by. The basic lab stuff is on it. You, Zeller, Jimmy Price, the photographer. Anywhere he hits, we can be there in an hour and fifteen minutes. We get the call, we roll. The scene will be fresh. Fresher then we've ever had it.

Will Graham:
It's not over yet.

Jack Crawford:
Oh, for Christ's sake! It's a foregone conclusion! It's 11:30 P.M., the full moon is happening tonight. Give it up. Forget this month. It's too damn late.

Will Graham:
I gave it up! Till you showed up with pictures of two dead families, knowing God damn well that I'd image families three, four, five and six. Right?

Jack Crawford:
You're f***ing right I did! And I'd do it again!

Will Graham:
Great! But don't talk to me about late, pal! I'll tell you when it's too f***ing late! Until then, we go as late as I wanna take it!

Open your eyes, or I'll.staple your eyelids to your forehead

Will Graham:
I need your help, Dr. Lecktor.

Hannibal Lecktor:
Why should I?

Will Graham:
There are things you don't have — library privileges, computer access. I'd speak to the chief of staff. And there's another reason.

Hannibal Lecktor:
Pray tell.

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

Hannibal Lecktor:
Then, by implication, you think you're smarter than I am, since you caught me.

Will Graham:
I know that I'm not smarter than you.

Hannibal Lecktor:
Then how did you catch me?

Will Graham:
You had disadvantages.

Hannibal Lecktor:
What disadvantages?

Will Graham:
You're insane.

[Dollarhyde has kidnapped Lounds]

Francis Dollarhyde:
Do you know who I am?

Freddy Lounds:
No. I don't want to know who you are.

Francis Dollarhyde:
According to you, I'm a pervert — an animal, you said. You know who I am now?

Freddy Lounds:
[afraid] Yes.

Francis Dollarhyde:
Do you feel privileged?

Freddy Lounds:
I'm very scared.

[Dollarhyde tears off Lounds' blindfold. Lounds keeps his eyes shut]

Francis Dollarhyde:
Open your eyes. Mr. Lounds, you're a reporter, I want you to report. That's why you're here. Open your eyes or I'll staple your eyelids to your forehead!

[Lounds opens his eyes to see Dollarhyde wearing a stocking mask]

Francis Dollarhyde:
Well, here I... am.

Hannibal Lecktor:
Hello, Will. I want to congratulate you on the job you did on Mr. Lounds. I admire that enormously — oh, what a cunning boy you are!

Will Graham:
I'm sick of you crazy sons of b*tches, Lecktor. You got something to say, say it.

Hannibal Lecktor:
I want to help you. You would be more comfortable if you would relax with yourself. We don't invent our natures; they're issued to us, along with our lungs and pancreas and everything else. Why fight it?

Will Graham:
Fight what?

Hannibal Lecktor:
Did you really feel so depressed after you shot Mr. Garret Jacob Hobbs to death? I didn't know you then, but I think you probably did. But it wasn't the act that got you so down. Didn't you feel so bad because killing him felt so good? And why shouldn't it feel good? It must feel good to God. He does it all the time. God's terrific. He dropped a roof on 34 of His worshipers last Wednesday night as they were groveling through a hymn to His majesty. Don't you think that felt good?

Will Graham:
Why does it feel good, Dr. Lecktor?

Hannibal Lecktor:
It feels good, Will, because God has power. If one does what God does enough times, one will become as God is.

Will Graham:
This started from an abused kid, a battered infant. There's something terrible about...

Jack Crawford:
You're sympathizing with this guy?

Will Graham:
Absolutely. My heart bleeds for him, as a child. Someone took a kid and manufactured a monster. At the same time, as an adult, he's irredeemable. He butchers whole families to pursue trivial fantasies. As an adult, someone should blow the sick f*** out of his socks. Does that sound like a contradiction to you, Jack? Does this kind of thinking make you uncomfortable?

Reba McClane:
Who is it?

Francis Dollarhyde:
It's me.

Reba McClane:
Who? Who is it?

Francis Dollarhyde:
It's me.

Reba McClane:
[opens the door] Oh. Francis?

Francis Dollarhyde:
No. Not Francis. Francis is gone. Francis is gone forever.

Will Graham:
I thought I had to work things out and call you after.

Molly Graham:
I thought I wouldn't wait.

Hannibal Lecktor:
This is a very shy boy, Will. What were their yards like?

Will Graham:
Big back yards. Fences, hedges. Why?

Hannibal Lecktor:
Because, my dear Will, if this pilgrim imagines he has a relationship with the moon, he might go outside to look at it. Have you ever seen blood in the moonlight, Will? It appears quite black. If one were nude, it would be better to have privacy for this sort of thing.

Will Graham:
That's interesting.

Hannibal Lecktor:
No, it's not. You thought of it before.

Will Graham:
I considered it.

Hannibal Lecktor:
You came here to look at me, to get the old scent back again, didn't you?

Will Graham:
I want your opinion.

Hannibal Lecktor:
I don't have one right now.

Will Graham:
Well, when you have one, I'd like to hear it.

Hannibal Lecktor:
Can I keep this?

Will Graham:
I haven't decided yet.

Hannibal Lecktor:
I'll study them. When you get more files, I'd like to see them, too. You can call me. When I have to call my lawyer, they bring me a telephone. Would you like to leave me your home phone number?

Will Graham:
No.

Hannibal Lecktor:
[short pause] Do you know how you caught me, Will?

Will Graham:
[getting up from his seat] Goodbye, Dr. Lecktor. You can leave messages for me--

Hannibal Lecktor:
Do you know how you caught me?

[Will intensely knocks on the prison door to be let out]

Hannibal Lecktor:
The reason you caught me, Will, is we're just alike. [Will keeps knocking. A prison guard opens the door] Do you understand? [Will leaves] Smell yourself.

Will Graham:
You rearrange the dead families into an audience to see what you do. You think that what you do will make you into something different. You are becoming. What is it you think you're becoming? The answer is in the way you use the mirrors. What do the mirrors make you dream you're becoming?

Francis Dollarhyde:
Before me, you are a slug in the sun. You are privy to a great becoming, but you recognize nothing. You are an ant in the afterbirth. It is in your nature to do one thing correctly: Tremble. But fear is not what you owe me. No, Lounds... you and the others — you owe me awe!

Francis Dollarhyde:
Take my word for it. I'm smiling.

Hannibal Lecktor:
That's the same atrocious aftershave you wore in court three years ago.