Good morning. I'm Donna Ferucchi. I'm Gene Cassel with sports. And I'm Tim Langhorn. Our top story for this morning. Catherine Martin, the 25-year-old daughter of Senator Ruth Martin, listed first as a missing person, is now believed to have been kidnapped by the serial killer known only as Buffalo Bill. Memphis police sources indicate that the missing girl's blouse has been identified, sliced up the back in what has become a kind of grim, all-too-familiar calling card. Young Catherine Martin, as we've said, is the only daughter of U.S. Senator Ruth Martin, the Republican junior senator from Tennessee. And while her kidnapping is not, at this point, considered to be politically motivated, nevertheless, it has stirred the government to its highest levels. Reached for a comment on the ski slopes of Stowe, Vermont, the president himself said to be, and I quote, "Intensely concerned." Just moments ago, Senator Martin -taped this dramatic personal plea. -Excuse me. I'm speaking now to the person who is holding my daughter.
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Read Marcus Aurelius. Of each particular thing, ask what is it in itself? What is its nature? What does he do, this man you seek? He kills women. No! That is incidental. What is the first and principal thing he does? What needs does he serve by killing? Anger. Social acceptance and sexual frustrations... No! He covets. That is his nature. And how do we begin to covet, Clarice? Do we seek out things to covet? Make an effort to answer now. No. We just... No. We begin by coveting what we see every day. Don't you feel eyes moving over your body, Clarice? And don't your eyes seek out the things you want?
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Get a hold of him where you can feel his hands, son. Talk to him. What do I say? It's Jim Pembry! Now talk to him, damn it!
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No. It is your turn to tell me, Clarice.
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Hand me that, would you?
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Somebody loved him.
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No movement.
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Two of her fingernails are broken off, and there's dirt or grit under them.
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Log in. Check your weapon.
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Good evening, Clarice.
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Tell me, Senator.
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Lord Almighty.
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Mr. Crawford?
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Okay, good.
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What does your father do? Is he a coal miner? Does he stink of the lamp? And, oh, how quickly the boys found you. All those tedious, sticky fumblings in the back seats of cars, while you could only dream of getting out, getting anywhere, getting all the way to the FBI. You see a lot, Doctor. But are you strong enough to point that high-powered perception at yourself? What about it? Why don't you... Why don't you look at yourself and write down what you see? Maybe you're afraid to.
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A well-scrubbed, hustling rube with a little taste. Good nutrition has given you some length of bone, but you're not more than one generation from poor white trash, are you, Agent Starling? And that accent you've tried so desperately to shed, pure West Virginia.
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Why do you think he removes their skins, Agent Starling? Enthrall me with your acumen. It excites him. Most serial killers keep some sort of trophies from their victims. I didn't. No. No, you ate yours.
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A census-taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans, and a nice Chianti.