Clarice Starling was led down a small stairwell by a very droopy looking (and very irritated) man named Dr. Fredrick Chilton. He took her to the barred entrance of the lock-down ward. As soon as she stood in front of the bars, he quickly went to make his exit.
"Bye-bye Dr. Chilton. It was sure nice talking to you," she squealed as she weaved in her dopey way.
He didn't even bother to look back. He just ran. 'God help the FBI.' he thought.
She absentmindedly shrugged her shoulders. "Gee wiz, he musta' had to go potty real bad."
She turned around and came face to face with one of the orderlies, a big, brawny black man named Barney.
"Hi there, big fella," she said.
"Hi," he replied. "I'm Barney.
"No kidd'n, just like the dinosaur." She roughly grabbed his hand and shook it. "I'm Clarice Starling from the FBI."
"Are you here to see Dr. Lecter?" he said, slowly taking his hand away.
"Yesereebob," she answered whole heartedly. Barney pushed a button on the wall. As a loud buzzing sound commenced, the barred door opened. When the door was fully opened Carice took only a few steps toward the hallway, then stopped.
"What's the matter, Miss Starling," Barney asked.
Clarice bunched her face up. "It's scary in there. I don't want to go in there."
"Now Miss Starling, you have to go in there. You have to follow your orders," Barney told her.
Clarice stood at attention. "You're right, Mr. Dinosaur. I have to follow all of my orders as an agent of the FBI." She turned to him and gave him a solute. "Good bye, Mr. Dinosaur. It was nice talking to you." She quickly turned around and marched down the hall. Barney pressed the button and the barred door slammed shut. He shook his head. "Crazy Lady."
She didn't get more than a few steps down the hallway when she stopped marching and wiped the stern look off her face and began to skip merrily down the hall. Her clunky shoes made a loud sound on the hallway, that alerted the inmates that were not too out of it to notice.
She suddenly stopped and realized that she didn't know where she was going. She turned to one of the cells, and proceeded to speak to a man who was sluggishly slumped over his desk, half asleep.
"Um, excuse me," she began. "Can you tell me where Doctor Lecter is?"
The man picked his head up. Dribble was dripping down his face. "Hay, doc!" the man yelled. "There's a lady here to see you. She's real pretty, you lucky, sick Bastard." The man turned to Clarice, and he said in a calm voice "He's the last cell on the left. You can't miss it. It's the one that looks different."