Eugene for cross-examination. He asks slyly, "Did you ask my client his name?" He writes a note down on his legal pad. Yes. "What did he tell you?" The detective says that O'Malley told the cops he was Hannibal Lecter. Eugene continues, "He said he killed the women?" No. He claims he saw "the other man" do it. "The same other man for all three murders?" Yes. And he described "the other man" for the police too. At this moment, I am pleasantly surprised by the call of "Silencio! Silencio!" And the appearance of Sherilyn Fenn. What's wrong with the description? Well, basically, Lannibal described himself to the cops.

Helen has the bartender, Mark Williams, on the stand. She asks if he remembered Lannibal Hector. While O'Malley never talked to him, he sure did try to talk to women. Did he try to pick them up? Oh, yeah, but he "never had any success." Helen asks if Williams had ever seen O'Malley talk to one of the victims. Oh, by the way, the photos of the victims are spread across the back of the courtroom beside the witness chair. Each portrait is huge -- at least the size of half a door. Williams says, "I know I saw him talking to the first girl. And I remember the look on her face. It was like 'get this kook away from me.'" Helen looks pleased with herself.

Bobby's cross. Blah used the word "strange," blah used the word "weird," blah kook, blah when talking about Hannibal. Bobby: "Did he seem nuts?" Helen objects. Rod retorts that it's a lay opinion. Judge Cooke allows him to continue, so Williams says, "He seemed very nuts." Bobby: "And he would come in three nights a week on average?" Yes. Sometimes he'd sit at the bar, motionless, like he was in a trance. Williams finishes by saying, "The guy wasn't right." This causes Lawrence to bolt up out of his chair. He doesn't say anything. He just stands up. The chair squeaks. The lawyers look shocked, and the guards have to sit him down. He's as hard as a plank. Bobby looks perturbed.

Suffering County Courthouse Chamber Of Witness Room Pain. Rod's angry about O'Malley's little stunt. He screams, "We don't need that! Scaring the jury doesn't help us here, Lawrence." Pause. "Just sit there and be a passive monster! Can you do that please?" Lawrence scowls. Or at least I think he scowls, because you can't really tell what he's doing behind that muzzle. Dr. Rod Rankenstein tosses in a hand gesture so that Lannibal knows he's angry. Bobby: "All right, look. The facts are pretty much in. The rest of the trial will go to the insanity issue." Their big question is whether or not they let Hannibal Lawrence testify. Eugene explains that they'd like him to get up on the stand, but he's worried that Lawrence will "strike terror" in people. Dude, he's a CANNIBAL. People are already scared. Lindsay comes into the room and says, "Forbes is here. Jimmy is prepping him." Then Lindsay and Bobby go all fuzzy while they discuss strategy. And then Hannibal says, "I'd like to talk to her, please." Bobby: "Who?" Hannibal: "Her. The one who delivered the eloquent opening about me being one of society's vulnerable members, please --" He motions to the chair at the end of the table, and says, "Sit." Lindsay sits. Lannibal says, "Hello, Clarissa." Heh. Rod mumbles, "Oh, brother!" Eugene rolls his head toward the wall. I feel the Anvil getting feisty at my feet. Lannibal asks the two men to leave, because he wants to talk to "Clarissa" alone. Lindsay replies, "I'm not Clarissa, Lawrence. Jodie Foster wasn't even Clarissa. She was Clarice. And even she's not Clarice anymore." He leans forward and asks, "Does he know? Does Bobby know?" Know what? Pause. "That you're in love with me?" Ouch. Eek! Whack. Stop it! Anvil, settle down. Come on! I said SETTLE DOWN. I know it's tedious, but we've only got to get through a bit more, and then I'll toss you toward the television, just for fun, okay?