What was it?
It was screaming.
Some kind of screaming. Like a child’s voice.
What did you do?
I went downstairs.
I crept up into the barn.
I was so scared to look inside, but I had to.
What did you see, Clarice? What did you see?
hey were screaming.
hey were slaughtering the spring lambs?
And they were screaming.
And you ran away? – No. First I tried to free them.
I opened the gate to their pen, but they wouldn’t run.
They just stood there, confused. They wouldn’t run.
But you could – and you did, didn’t you?
Yes. I took one lamb and I ran away as fast as I could.
– Where were you going, Clarice? – I don’t know. I didn’t have any food,
any water and it was very cold, very cold.
I thought if I could save just one, but…
He was so heavy.
I didn’t get more than a few miles when the sheriff’s car picked me up.
The rancher was so angry, he sent me to live at the orphanage in Bozeman.
I never saw the ranch again.
What became of your lamb, Clarice?
– He killed him. – You still wake up sometimes, don’t you?
Wake up in the dark
and hear the screaming of the lambs?