Still, this was already excellent. He'd never experienced such heart-pounding, cold-sweat-inducing terror in a movie theater before. It was worth the price of admission, at least.
Wait, the tickets were free.
An absolute bargain.
But the film's plot once again defied his expectations.
An officer turned over the body in the stairwell and discovered its face had been skinned.
The camera then cut to the ambulance transporting the injured officer. The "officer" on the stretcher sat bolt upright and peeled the bloody, mangled flesh from his own face—it was the skin from the body in the stairwell.
And beneath that human-skin mask was the smiling face of Hannibal.
He had escaped!
The Captain's scalp tingled.
'They actually dared to film it like that!'
Hannibal had won his freedom, and Starling was still searching for her own redemption.
The police department's main force was being run ragged, chasing their tails thanks to the false information Hannibal had fed them.
