"Follow the terrain." "Good." "Keep it perpendicular to the ridge." "That's it." "Under real conditions... you might have to compensate for the wind here." "Now, maintain your height." "Watch your height." "Careful." "In a real helicopter you can't just keep flying higher." "How high can I fly?" "Are we taking the elevator?" "All the way up." "Hello." "Hello." "I have an appointment." "He is busy at the moment." "May I be of assistance?" "No, it's... an erotic matter." "Ah." "How do they expect me to run a business like this?" "No." "I had a deal with Leonardo." "No." "No." "That's unacceptable." "Look, I gave you strict orders." "Why doesn't anyone ever listen?" "No." "Well, then we're just going to look somewhere else." "That's right, it changes everything." "Twenty-three, twenty-two, twenty one." "Twenty, nineteen..." "Ulcom Electronics." "This is the reception desk." "Your car alarm has gone off." "Can you come down?" "The noise is really unbearable." "Police precinct." "I kept calling, and you never did anything." "So now I'm doing something." "I put a bomb in his office." "It will go off in... forty seconds." "Who is this?" "Philippa." "Philippa Paccard." "No, I can't make it before 7:00." "I've got things to do here, sorry." "Wait for me." "All right." "I'll meet you afterwards at home." "Bye." "It's so high." "Too high." "Excuse me." "I'll wait for the next one." "No, there's plenty of room." "OK." "Interrogation!" "Name?" "My name is Philippa Paccard." "What's this, you want to speak English?" "I'm English." "I have the right to testify in my native language." "What's this all about?" "What the fuck are you playing at?" "She's English." "So what?" "She wants to testify in English." "We'll need an interpreter." "No, no, no." "We don't need an interpreter." "She understands everything." "She understands every word." "Stop playing games!" "It's her right." "I don't give a shit about her rights." "You are going to listen in Italian... talk in Italian, and confess in Italian!" "Excuse me..." "I can translate." "I'm qualified." "Name?" "Philippa Paccard." "Date of birth?" "23rd of May, 1971." "Place of birth?" "Bristol." "Profession?" "I teach." "I'm a teacher." "Marital status?" "Um..." "I don't know." "You don't know whether you're married or not?" "I was in the process of..." "I was getting divorced." "It was over a year ago." "My husband died...ahem..." "during the proceedings." "Did the court finalize the divorce?" "No, he died before." "So you're a widow." "You are accused of causing an explosion... in an office building... which cost the lives of four persons." "Four?" "Yes, four." "The explosion caused an elevator to break loose." "There were four people inside." "A father with his two daughters and a fifty-year-old janitor." "Three of them were killed instantly." "The youngest girl died in hospital last night." "Um..." "No, um..." "You are accused of belonging to a terrorist organization... whose intention is to undermine the state... and of the cold-blooded murder of four civilians." "Was it only 4 people who died?" "Isn't four enough for you?" "No, no, I just mean the office." "The man in the office..." "I put the bomb in his office." "Which organization do you belong to?" "Who trained you?" "Where did you get the bomb?" "Who gives you orders?" "Nobody." "What about your husband?" "I..." "I don't have..." "I don't have a husband." "He's dead." "And how did he die?" "He overdosed." "Look... you know all this." "I've been calling." "I've been writing." "I've been trying to get your attention for years." "Who did you call?" "Here, the carabinieri." "What did you want from the carabinieri?" "I wanted to talk to them." "I wanted to tell them about the... the man who controls the drug scene." "I knew him." "He studied with my husband." "Because of him, children die every week." "And because of you, four people died yesterday!" "That's got nothing to do with a dealer." "Wait a minute." "He's not dead." "Listen, don't try to change the subject!" "Answer the questions we ask you." "Now tell us who organized the assault?" "Where is your base?" "Answer!" "No." "Your Honor..." "Go get a doctor." "Hurry!" "Yes, what's up?" "She fainted." "Come on." "Come on, wake up." "Pull up her sleeve." "Mm." "Where am I?" "You're with the carabinieri." "Who are you?" "I'm a carabiniere." "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry." "No, I want this arm." "Go on." "No, but..." "Get out." "I don't need you." "And shut the door." "Hold still." "I had to come down to the police station." "Yes, they've got her." "I'll call you back later." "As we were in class waiting for our English teacher... the substitute came and said that she wouldn't come." "What's the matter, boys?" "Why such long faces?" "How was your day?" "Fine." "He told me everything." "What do you mean?" "About my English teacher." "Filippo." "What are you doing?" "Washing." "I wet the bed." "You wet the bed?" "That hasn't happened in ten years." "What's wrong?" "Will you tell me?" "I fell in love." "So, what you're trying to say is that this Mr. Vendice... the chairman of Ulcom Electronics... is selling drugs from his office?" "Why should we believe that?" "Vendice was a friend of my husband's." "They were students." "He was just like all of them." "But then he started to get the drugs... and sell them to other people." "And then he had a business... and now he's got this industry." "He still gave my husband a discount." "He even gave the kids in my school a discount." "He probably gives the carabinieri a discount." "She says the carabinieri get a discount, too." "What the hell are you saying?" "I have taught 13-year-old children... who have already been in rehab." "There have been deaths in the school." "This is what I have been writing and writing... and writing and writing to you about!" "Forget the business, the computers..." "There is no record of any letter... no record of any calls." "Nothing." "I have copies of those letters... in my apartment." "Now, initially I sent them by mail... but then I just brought them in myself." "I have receipts that have been stamped by the carabinieri." "We'll check." "We'll take a short break." "Excuse me." "Hello, Filippo." "Hello." "So, you've started working." "Yes, the fun is over." "You're following in your father's footsteps?" "Yes." "I need a diuretic." "Of course." "You kept the letters you sent to the carabinieri... in a green bamboo box?" "Yes." "In the top drawer of your desk?" "Yes." "Six letters to your husband, dated between 1994 and 1997." "Three letters, postmarked last year... from your sister in England." "Mm-hmm." "Two wedding rings... and a postcard from a student sent three weeks ago." "That's all." "No." "No, no, that's not right." "Signora!" "Signora." "Sit down." "Whose signature is this?" "It was signed by Maggiore Pini." "You signed this?" "Yes." "Signora Paccard... we don't care about your fantasies... your telephone calls, your letters... your husband or your students." "We want to know your real motives." "We want to know about your organization... names and addresses." "We want to know who gave you the bomb." "Who helped you?" "Nobody helped me." "I've had enough of your games!" "How did you get the bomb?" "Answer me!" "I found it in my apartment after my husband died." "I suppose... someone he..." "Were there really two children?" "And their father!" "And a fifty-year-old woman!" "What's going on?" "It's not the area." "Just this building." "Go and see what's going on." "Aren't there any emergency lights?" "Your pocket." "There should be." "What's going on?" "I don't know, Maggiore." "Oh, good." "I put my hands under the dryer... and the fuse blew." "That will do for today." "Take her to her cell." "The letters aren't a problem." "We destroyed them before she even brought them up." "What's next?" "I'm keeping an eye on her." "They still think she's just a fanatic." "Good." "Are we safe?" "For now." "But it would be better if something happened to her." "I spoke with my brother." "He's 11 years old... and he's one of your pupils." "He told me that he likes you the most... of all the teachers." "He told me that you are a good person." "I believe that." "That's why I want to help you." "If you agree, please record that you agree... and leave the tape under the table... in the interrogation room." "There is a small shelf under the tabletop." "What was that?" "It's a tape recorder." "I can't understand anything!" "Wait a minute." "Let's try this." "I'm the one who translates for you." "I was there when the doctor treated you." "You squeezed my fingers tightly." "I agree." "Thursday, around 10:00, you'll have a stomachache." "You'll go to the bathroom... and return after several minutes." "If you find what I left for you there... signal to me." "Then, around 11:00, you'll feel ill again." "You'll return to the bathroom." "You'll hear the telephone ringing in the hallway... and it will stop ringing... because the guard will have picked up the receiver." "That's when you leave the bathroom." "You will get into the elevator and go down to the garage." "From there you can go up half a flight of stairs." "You will leave the building through a small door... that opens onto the rear courtyard." "Then you will go down a path... that leads around the enclosure, into the street." "Throw your sweater into the rubbish bin... and head straight for the train station." "I'll drive there in a car in the evening... and pick you up at the rear entrance." "And then we'll think of what to do next." "Because I believe there will be something..." "And that it will be beautiful." "Perfect." "Now erase everything." "What?" "You heard me." "Erase everything." "You're going to let them escape?" "It's not a good idea trying to escape from custody." "You put your life at stake." "I doubt she'd make it past that back exit alive." "Aren't you afraid?" "Yes, I'm afraid." "Are you feeling any better?" "I found a bag... a note and a key... in the toilet." "What did she say?" "In the bathroom, I found a bag... a note... and a key." "When?" "A week ago." "In the bag... was a syringe and the test results from an HIV clinic." "The note had just three words..." ""Throw me out with the trash."" "The key opened the door to the school glasshouse." "One of my pupils..." "Kara..." "She'd been hanging there for three days." ""Throw me out with the trash."" "Her parents had to read that." "The carabinieri came..." "Said there was nothing for them to do." "So last Tuesday..." "I went to her funeral in the morning... and... in the afternoon I went to Vendice's office." "With the bomb." "Miss?" "Miss?" "Please..." "Escort her to the toilet." "Police headquarters." "Can I help you?" "Extension 354, please." "Hello?" "This is the Lippi- Cardio-Vascular Center." "May I speak to Mr. Cassande?" "Speaking." "I'll connect you with the doctor." "Please hang on." "It may take a few moments." "Hello?" "Hello?" "Your Honor..." "Look!" "What's wrong?" "Isn't that her?" "Yes, it is." "How is that possible?" "Hurry!" "To the main entrance!" "Where are you?" "At the back exit." "No!" "She's escaping from the main gate!" "Damn it!" "Hey, you!" "Come out!" "Excuse me." "Hurry!" "Come on, hurry up!" "Check the railway station!" "The translator!" "Find the translator!" "Why did you change the plan?" "My father always said that at the right moment... you have to do what nobody expects." "How did you know about this attic?" "I spent days here when I was a child." "This was my hiding place." "My father was the chief of the carabinieri for Torin." "Do you know why I said I agree?" "Do you know why I want to escape?" "I don't want to escape punishment."