Bill: Are you close to catching somebody?
Clarice: Yes. We may be. Did you...take over this place after Mrs. Lippman died, is that right?
Bill: Yeah, I bought this house two years ago.
Clarice: Did she leave any records, any business records...tax forms, lists of employees?
Bill: No, nothing like that at all. See, has the FBI learned something? The police around here don''t seem to have the first clue. Have you got, like, a description, fingerprints, anything like that?
Clarice: No, we don''t.
Bill: Here''s that number.
Clarice: Very good, Mr. Gordon. May I use your phone, please?
Bill: Sure you can use my phone.
Clarice: Freeze! Put your hands over your head and turn around. Spread your legs. Spread your legs! Put your hands on the back...Freeze!
Catherine: Hey! Are you there? I''m down here! I''m down here!
Clarice: Catherine Martin? FBI! You''re safe.
Catherine: Safe, shit! Get me out of here!
Clarice: You are all right, Catherine. Where is he?
Catherine: How fuch should I know? Just get me out of here!
Clarice: Catherine, you''ve gotta be quiet! Now, shut that dog up!
Catherine: Just get me out of here.
Clarice: Oh, my God. Catherine,I''m gonna get you out. But right now, you listen to me. I''ve gotta leave this room and I''ll be right back.
Catherine: No, don''t you leave me here. This guy is ****ing crazy now! Don''t you leave me here. Wait! I gotta get out of here. Please!
Clarice: Catherine! The other officers will be here any minute now.
Catherine: Wait! Don''t go! Please! Wait!
Clarice: Shhh! God! Quiet!
