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“Quid pro quo. I tell you things, you tell me things. Not about this case though. About yourself. Quid pro quo. Yes or no?” #RP #Clarkson
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“Oh no no no….that simply won’t do. I can see no one’s been to take you wine shopping…”
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A little difficult when you don’t know the lay of the land.
Both places are hellscapes.
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“That all depends on what wine you pair with it.” Hannibal answered.
“It had better be a Sauternes, if you’re not going the distance on the food.”
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“I’m beginning to ask myself the same question, Jack…”
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“Refresh me, Agent Mulder. Just what are your skills again? You haven’t gotten any further along than any of your predecessors.”
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- On the towel, /Starling’s towel/ lay Frederick Chilton’s gold pen.
Clarice.
He’d be with her soon.
Perhaps if he was just clever enough, Hannibal could devise a way out of here after all.
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- Blue eyes shot open, glaring daggers at Chilton as he bore his teeth from behind the wire mask. Indignity. Injustice. He would not suffer anyone speaking ill of Starling.
And then he saw it. As if Starling had heard his plight. -
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- they’re certainly not fooling anybody about that.
They’ll get their promotions and they won’t think about you once a year. Crawford probably wants to come personally at the end to tell you what you’re getting. Up the booty. I’m sure he has a speech all prepared.” -
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- Chilton’s face off. Only his next words threw Hannibal for a loop.
“Jack Crawford and his fluff. They’ll get together openly after his wife dies. He’ll dress younger and take up some sport they can enjoy together. They’ve been intimate ever since Bella Crawford got sick, -
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- “All you’ll get to read is what you write on the wall. You think the court will care? You’ve seen the old ones. They cry when they don’t like the stewed apricots.”
Hannibal kept his expressions unreadable. Inside, he meditated on what euphoria it might be if he were to bite -
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-- “watching the diaper cart go by. Your teeth will go and your strength and nobody will be afraid of you anymore and you’ll be out in the ward at someplace like Flendauer. The young ones will just push you around and use you for sex when they feel like it. —
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- “I called Senator Martin and she’s never heard of any deal with you. “It’s a scam. We have to expect small dishonesties in a woman, but that’s a shocker, wouldn’t you say?
“No window, Hannibal. You’ll spend the rest of your life sitting on the floor in a state institution, —
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- pathetic excuse for a doctor with his own indifference. Chilton wasn’t worth his time.
He opened his eyes to glance at the towel.
Clarice...Clarice...
“Do you still think you’re going someplace with a window? That you’ll walk on the beach and see the birds?—
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- “Crawford’s letting you think you’re smart. I don’t think you know how much Crawford hates you for cutting up his protégé. He’s got you now. Do you /feel/ smart now?”
Blue eyes darted towards Chilton but then Hannibal shut his eyes. It would enrage Chilton more if he met the -