Zimmer: Dear Clarice - Anthony Hopkins, Libera, The Lyndhurst Orchestra

Dear Clarice…

I have followed|with enthusiasm…

The course of your disgrace|and public shaming.

My own never bothered me…

Except for the inconvenience|of being incarcerated.

But you may lack perspective.

In our discussions|down in the dungeon…

It was apparent to me|that your father…

The dead night watchman…

Figures largely|in your value system.

I think your success|in putting an end…

To Jame Gumb’s career|as a couturier…

Pleased you most…

Because you could imagine|your father being pleased.

But now, alas, you’re in|bad odor with the FBI.

Do you imagine your daddy|being shamed by your disgrace?

Do you see him|in his plain pine box…

Crushed by your failure?

The sorry, petty end|of a promising career?

What is worst about|this humiliation, Clarice?

Is it how your failure…

Will reflect|on your mommy and daddy?

Is your worst fear that people|will now and forever…

Believe they were indeed…

Just good old trailer camp,|tornado-bait, white trash?

And that perhaps you are, too?

By the way,|I couldn’t help noticing…

On the FBI’s|rather dull public website…

That I have been hoisted…

From the Bureau’s archives|of the common criminal…

And elevated|to the more prestigious…

Ten Most Wanted List.

Is this coincidence,|or are you back on the case?

If so, goody goody.

I need to come out of retirement|and return to public life.

Clearly this new assignment|is not your choice.

Rather, I suppose it is|part of the bargain…

But you accepted it, Clarice.

Your job is to craft my doom.

So I am not sure how well|I should wish you…

But I’m sure|we'll have a lot of fun.

Ta-ta.