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"HANNIBAL LECTER: DELICATE TASTE"
*FADE IN:*
INT. MAXIMUM SECURITY PRISON - CELL BLOCK - NIGHT
*Dim lights flicker. CLARICE STARLING (30s, steely FBI agent, haunted eyes) strides toward a fortified glass cell. Inside, HANNIBAL LECTER (CAILEE SPAENY, 20s, petite, chillingly serene) sketches with charcoal, her delicate hands crafting a grotesque yet elegant image of a flayed figure. Her orange jumpsuit contrasts her poised demeanor.*
CLARICE
Dr. Lecter, I’m Agent Clarice Starling. I need your insight on a killer—Buffalo Bill. He’s skinning women.
HANNIBAL
(eyes glinting, not looking up)
Skinning, Clarice? How crude. Skin is merely a canvas, hiding the true... flavor beneath. Quid pro quo. Tell me, what screams louder—your past or your ambition?
*She reveals her sketch: a lamb, dissected, plated with rosemary.*
CLARICE
(steady, but tense)
He’s killed five. We’re out of time. Help me, and I’ll push for your transfer—books, maybe a window.
HANNIBAL
(smirking, voice like silk)
A window? How pedestrian. I’d prefer a taste of your fears. Your childhood, Clarice—the lambs, the slaughter. Did they scream for you?
*Clarice’s jaw tightens, memories flashing. Hannibal inhales, as if scenting her unease.*
CLARICE
Give me something useful, Doctor.
HANNIBAL
Bill craves transformation. Look for someone who stitches their own salvation. Now, your turn—why do you chase monsters?
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INT. PRISON CORRIDOR - HOURS LATER
*Alarms shriek. Guards sprint past. Hannibal’s cell is empty, glass shattered. On the floor, a note in elegant script: “Bon appétit, Clarice.”*
*FADE OUT.*
"THE END"
