The Face of an Angel
Beatrice looked at me,
her eyes were full
of sparks of love of such divinity.
That, vanquished, my virtue ran away
and I was as if lost, my eyes lowered.
- Hello. This is Thomas Lang.
- Hi. Are you... Are you in Rome?
- Yes.
- Oh, great. We should meet.
Okay. Where?
We could meet at Cafe Rosati.
It's near your hotel.
I'll be carrying a copy of your book.
Good likeness?
Not bad.
- I'm Thomas.
- Hi. Simone. Good to meet you.
- Have you lived here long?
- Fifteen years.
Grazie. This is home now.
It's not enough money
for foreign press bureaus, so...
I cover... Italy for Newsweek,
Daily Beast, CNN, BBC.
- You must be good.
- I do okay.
- You've got family here?
- Yeah. Two young boys.
And a husband.
I was sent your book.
Thought I was going to hate it.
True crime isn't really my thing.
I was flying to New York on the red-eye,
couldn't sleep, so I read your book instead.
Take that as a compliment.
Like it says on the cover,
"Every parent's nightmare."
- You have children?
- Daughter.
I'm separated from her mother.
I know.
How old's your daughter?
- She's nine.
- And what's her name?
Bea. We call her Bea.
Short for Beatrice.
She was conceived in Italy.
Her mom was acting in a film here.
- It's a nice name.
- Yes.
- So, tomorrow's the end of the appeal.
- Yes, round two begins.
We'll need to leave really early.
Can you be at my apartment by 7:00?
Sure.
But one piece of advice. If you're going
to make the film, make it a fiction.
You can't tell the truth,
unless you make it a fiction.
There are so many things I couldn't put
in my book even though they were true.
Okay.
In September, 2007,
two young women arrived
at the university town of Siena.
They were looking forward with excitement
to spending a year as a student in Italy.
Elizabeth Pryce and Jessica Fuller,
both rented rooms in this house,
on the edge of the medieval town.
Two months later, Elizabeth was dead,
and Jessica had been accused of her murder,
along with her boyfriend, Carlo Elias.
The case made headlines
around the world,
and the focus of attention
was the character of Jessica Fuller.
Was she the cunning manipulator
described by the prosecution?
The quirky student
described by her mother...
She's smart. She's artistic.
She's imaginative. She's deep...
...or "Jessica Rabbit,"
as described by the British media.
A sexy, drug-taking student killer.
On Halloween,
Jessica was working in Bar Rumba,
while Elizabeth partied late into the night
with some English friends.
Elizabeth spent the next day recovering.
The last time she was seen alive
was 8:
45 p.m.No one knows exactly
what happened after that.
The only thing known for certain
is Elizabeth died a brutal
and horrible death.
One year later,
the families of Elizabeth and Jessica
were in court to hear the verdict.
Hello.
- Who's there?
- Is Bea there?
- This is Thomas.
- Who is it?
- Thomas, we...
- No. Bea is out with her mum.
- I'm gonna try again tomorrow.
- Okay, bye.
Yeah. Bye.
- You must know this road well.
- Yeah, every week for a year.
Up to Siena on Thursday
and back on Saturday.
Crazy Italian legal system
totally f***ed up our lives.
You were covering this story
from the beginning?
Yeah. Pretty much. I was due to go
to Modena to test drive a Maserati,
when ANSA, the Italian wire service,
said that an English student
had been murdered in Siena.
Well, I decided to go take a look.
I knew an Italian journalist based there
for Corriere Della Sera, Roberto Feluci.
Look, it's Maria Argento,
head of the local homicide.
That's Polizia, not Carabinieri?
I know. Carabinieri are furious.
We're getting bits
and pieces of information,
but we do know that the victim's
name is Elizabeth Pryce.
A young student has been found
brutally murdered.
She was found dead in the bedroom
of her house that you can see
just behind me down there.
It Is not exactly clear
how she was killed.
Police have contacted the girl's family,
who are heartbroken.
Worst part is, I bumped
into them later that day.
I'm tired.
Hi. Excuse me,
I'm a journalist from Newsweek.
- You were Elizabeth's roommate, right?
- That's right.
- Oh, it must be terrible.
- It's really shocking.
I'm too scared to go back in the house.
I think I put in my notes...
"She's a dud. He looks boring."
I could've had a scoop.
A world exclusive, instead I left Siena
to go test drive the Maserati.
- The one that got away.
- Exactly.
I was still in Modena when I heard that
an American woman, an Italian man
and a Congolese man
had been arrested for murder.
So, I turned around, went straight back.
Hi, can I talk to you?
Have you spoken to your daughter?
At this point, none of us
knew the names of the arrested.
Okay, listen up, everybody.
In the... Elizabeth Pryce
memorial sweepstake,
Jessica Fuller, Carlo Elias,
- and Cedric Bapupa.
- How do you know this stuff?
Sometimes you got to leave
the cafe, mate.
- Even in the rain.
- Okay. Got it. Jessica Fuller,
- 21, from Baltimore.
- Carlo Elias, 25. Likes knives.
- It's like a public confession.
- Yeah, or a suicide note.
Who's Cedric Bapupa?
He runs the bar where Jessica works.
Bar Rumba.
- I get scuppered even in my own town.
- Yes, you do. You get scuppered.
Well, I see your meat-cleaver,
I raise you a gun.
And a YouTube link. She's pretty.
You put this on YouTube, you motherf***er,
I'm going to kill you, okay?
Now, they were unlucky.
The families tried to erase
the Internet info, but it was too late.
was hung out to dry.
We have an appointment
with the public prosecutor.
Okay.
- Doctor Baldini is ready to see you.
- Thank you.
Thomas just wanted to meet,
and get your take on what happened.
Of course. I'm asked many times.
- When did you hear about the killing?
- A phone call.
There wasn't much information.
Just the address of the house.
Murder. The first people to arrive
were the postal police.
The burglary was false.
Glass on top of the disturbed clothing,
wrong way around.
Most importantly, the body.
It was covered by a duvet.
At that moment, I could feel it.
Only a woman would cover a body
when it is already dead.
The following day, I asked Jessica
to show me around the apartment.
She was very calm. Very collected.
When we came to the kitchen,
I asked her to look in the drawer
and tell me if there were
any knives missing.
She became hysterical.
That is when we started to tap
the phones of Jessica and Carlo.
At 23:
00, my father called me at home.Jessica wasn't there.
We knew Carlo was lying.
He switched off his phone
at 8:
45 that night.So had Jessica.
at 6:
00 the next morning.He had no phone call from his father.
I was on the net
until Jessica came back.
- What time was that?
- About 1:
00 am.We checked his computer.
He hadn't even surfed the net.
They hadn't thought
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