Jack Crawford Quotes in War (2007)

Jack Crawford: Get ready for a war.

Jack Crawford: Believe me, you don't want Hannibal Lecter inside your head.

Jack Crawford: Starling, when I told that sheriff we shouldn't talk in front of a woman, that really burned you, didn't it? It was just smoke, Starling. I had to get rid of him.

Clarice Starling: It matters, Mr Crawford. Cops look at you to see how to act. It matters.

Jack Crawford: Point taken.

Jack Crawford: Just do your job, but never forget what he is.

Clarice Starling: And what is that?

[cut to Clarice's first trip to the psychiatric prison]

Dr. Frederick Chilton: Oh, he's a monster. Pure psychopath. So rare to capture one alive. From a research point of view, Lecter is our most prized asset.

Jack Crawford: I remember you from my seminar at UVA. You grilled me pretty hard, as I recall, on the bureau's civil rights record in the Hoover years. I gave you an A.

Clarice Starling: A-minus, Sir.

Jack Crawford: Look at it, Starling. Tell me what you see.

FBI Director Hayden Burke: Jack, Hannibal Lecter's being transferred to Memphis.

Jack Crawford: Transferred?

FBI Director Hayden Burke: Did you have a trainee make some sort of phony offer in the Senator's name?

Jack Crawford: Yeah, I rolled the dice. I had to.

FBI Director Hayden Burke: Well she's mad as hell, Jack. Paul Krendler's over here from Justice. She's asking him to take over in Memphis.

Will Graham: This started from an abused kid, a battered infant... There's something terrible about...

Jack Crawford: What are you, sympathizing with this guy?

Will Graham: Absolutely... My heart bleeds for him, as a child. Someone took a kid and manufactured a monster. At the same time, as an adult, he's irredeemable. He butchers whole families to pursue trivial fantasies... As an adult, someone should blow the sick fuck out of his socks...

[pause]

Will Graham: Do you think that's a contradiction, Jack? Does this kind of understanding make you uncomfortable?

Jack Crawford: Look, admit we struck out this month. The lear jet is standing by. The basic lab stuff is on it. You, Zeller, Jimmy Price, the photographer. Anywhere he hits, we can be there in an hour and fifteen minutes. We get the call, we roll. The scene will be fresh. Fresher then we've ever had it.

Will Graham: It's not over yet.

Jack Crawford: Oh, for Christ's sake, it's a foregone conclusion! It's 11:30 P.M., the full moon is happening tonight. Give it up. Forget this month. It's too damn late.

Will Graham: I gave it up! Till you showed up with pictures of two dead families, knowing God damn well that I'd imagine families three, four, five and six. Right?

Jack Crawford: You're fucking right I did! And I'd do it again!

Will Graham: Great! But don't talk to me about late, pal! I'll tell you when it's too fucking late! Until then, we go as late as I wanna take it!

Will Graham: He never regained consciousness. Did you hear the tape?

Jack Crawford: Yeah. Listen, Bowman just broke the code that Lektor used in the Tattler personal ad. It was the State of Maryland statutes. You need to know what it said right now?

Will Graham: What?

Jack Crawford: Listen to me, everything's OK, I've taken care of it.

Will Graham: What is it, Jack?

Jack Crawford: [angry] Bastard gave him your home address. It said 'Graham home, 3860 DeSoto Highway, Cativa, Florida. Save yourself, kill them all.'

Jack Crawford: If I really didn't need you to come back, I wouldn't ask.

Jack Crawford: So what are we doing?

Will Graham: The dream. He dreams about being wanted and desired. So he changes people into beings who want and desire him.

Jack Crawford: Changes?

Will Graham: It's a word. Killing and arranging the people to imitate it. And Lecktor told me something: "If one does what God does enough times, one will become as God is." You put it together, you get: If our boy imitates being wanted and desired enough times, he believes he will become one who is wanted and desired and accepted. It'll all come true.

Will Graham: The Tooth Fairy's gonna go on until we get smart or we get lucky. He won't stop.

Jack Crawford: Why not?

Will Graham: He's got a genuine taste for it.

Jack Crawford: Listen, Will, have you seen this week's Tattler?

Will Graham: [scoffs] It's not on my preferred reading list, Jack.

Jack Crawford: Yeah, well, uh... your picture's all over the front page.

Will Graham: Who the hell was it? Lounds?

Jack Crawford: Of course. Who else?

Will Graham: Damn it, Jack! I promised Molly. I promised her!

[first lines]

Jack Crawford: We should have talked at the boatyard. You don't wanna talk about it here.

Will Graham: I'm not fallin' all over myself to talk about much anywhere, Jack.

Jack Crawford: How much do you know?

Will Graham: Just what was in the Miami Herald and the Times. Two families killed a month apart in their homes... Birmingham and Atlanta. Circumstances were similar.

Jack Crawford: Not similar, the same.

Jack Crawford: If that painting meant so much to him, why destroy it? And why didn't he kill those two women at the museum? They both got a good look at him.

Will Graham: Maybe he's trying to stop.

Jack Crawford: [after Will's visit to Lecter] What do you suppose he meant by "see them living"?

Will Graham: I don't know. I don't know, maybe nothing. It's hard to separate his bullshit.

[Will complains about Freddy Lounds]

Jack Crawford: Forget that prick.

Lloyd Bowman: I've solved the code. You need to know what it says right now.

Jack Crawford: Okay, Lloyd.

Lloyd Bowman: It says, "Graham home. Marathon, Florida. Save yourself, kill them all."

Mr. Fisk: Mr. Crawford, all you got is a hunch. I got three-hundred-eighty-two employees, and they got a union. I can't just turn you guys loose on their files, not without a court order. There are privacy issues here, and the company's exposure.

Jack Crawford: One of those employees has already killed eleven people that we know of. If he gets away tonight, what is the company's exposure on that?

Will Graham: Jack, there's only one safe way to carry on a conversation that's one-way blind.

Jack Crawford: Publication.

Will Graham: This guy's very strong. He's possibly a bodybuilder. He might have some kind of facial disfigurement. He drives a van or a panel truck.

Mr. Fisk: [to the secretary] Sounds like Mr. D.

Chromalux Secretary: Oh, my God.

Jack Crawford: Who's Mr. D?

Mr. Fisk: [to Jack] It's Francis Dolarhyde. He's our manager and technical supervisor.