Heaven

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 f***

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 sh*t

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

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.

Hmm?

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?

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