That's the same atrocious aftershave you wore in court. I keep getting it for Christmas. Christmas? Yeah. Did you get my card? I got it. Thank you. So nice of the Bureau's crime lab to forward that. They wouldn't give me a home address. Dr. Bloom sent me your article on surgical addiction in the Journal of Forensic Psychiatry. And? Very interesting. Even to a layman. You say you're a layman. But it was you who caught me. Wasn't it, Will? Do you know how you did it? I got lucky. I don't think you believe that. It's in the transcript. What does it matter now? Doesn't matter to me, Will. I need your advice, Dr. Lecter. Birmingham and Atlanta. You want to know how he's choosing them, don't you? I thought you'd have some ideas. I'm asking you to tell me what they are. Why should I? There are things you don't have. Research materials, maybe even computer access. I'd speak to the chief of staff. Ah, yes, Dr. Chilton. Gruesome, isn't he? He fumbles at your head like a freshman putting on a panty girdle. If you recall, Will, our last collaboration ended rather messily. You get to see the file on this case. And there's another reason. I'm all ears. I thought you might enjoy the challenge. Find out if you're smarter than the person I'm looking for. Then by implication, you think you're smarter than I am, since it was you who caught me. No, I know I'm not smarter than you. Then how did you catch me? You had disadvantages. What disadvantages? You're insane. You're very tanned, Will. Your hands are so rough, not like a cop's hands anymore. And that shaving lotion is something that a child would select. Has a little ship on the bottle, does it not? And how is young Josh and the lovely Molly? They're always in my thoughts, you know. You will not persuade me with appeals to my intellectual vanity. I don't think I'll persuade you at all. You're either do it or you won't. Is that the case file? Yes. But photos, let me keep them and I might consider it. No. Do you dream much, Will? Goodbye, Dr. Lecter. You haven't threatened to take away my books yet. Give me the file, then. And I'll tell you what I think. I'll need 1 hour and privacy. Just like old times, eh, Will?