The Face of an Angel Page #7

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You're lucky.

Edoardo's not gonna press charges.

Says you need a doctor,

not a prison cell.

Looks like you hit him pretty hard.

Good.

I'm going back to Rome tomorrow.

Stefano, Elizabeth's boyfriend's

willing to talk.

It's his first interview.

- You should come with me.

- Yep.

I have to get back to work.

Get some rest or something, okay?

- Thank you.

- Yeah.

- Have you written anything yet?

- Yeah.

Really?

I've been thinking of taking your advice.

Making the film fictional.

Setting it in Florence

as a tribute to Dante.

Florence was the earthly

paradise he lost.

Must be nice to have had

an earthly paradise, even if you lose it.

Right?

I don't wanna make a film

about fear or death or killing.

I want to make a film about love.

Yes?

Simone Ford from The Daily Beast.

Can I offer you something?

Coffee, Water?

No, thank you, we're fine.

I lived in the flat below the girls.

I met Elizabeth at the beginning

of the term.

She came down in our flat

sometimes with Ana.

We would hang out together,

smoke a little weed.

In court, it was made very simple.

Jessica was the bad girl

and Elizabeth was the good girl.

She was just normal. She liked parties.

She liked having fun.

She like making love. She was beautiful.

I didn't know her for very long,

but I still think of her.

I will always think of her.

Sh*t, I'm late. I'm gonna have

to pick up the kids on the way, okay?

Sure.

Hey, you guys, I'm sorry I'm late.

- Again?

- The traffic was really bad.

- Andrew, Will. This is Thomas.

- Hey.

- How was your day? Good?

- Good.

Yeah? What did you do?

Nothing much.

Okay, very good. One moment.

He'll be there soon.

- Your taxi's here.

- Thanks for looking after me.

No problem.

Bye.

- You talk to Katherine recently?

- No.

You should. Bea is yours

and hers. That's how it is.

- Bye.

- Bye.

Take care.

Exterior. Siena. Night.

The sounds of students partying

drifts up from the streets below.

Elizabeth hangs out

with her boyfriend, Stefano.

Sometimes Jessica and Carlo are there.

They smoke weed, drink beers,

go to parties.

They're typical students.

Elizabeth loves art, music, literature.

She visits the cathedral,

the galleries, the libraries.

Siena is everything

she hoped it would be.

She's happy. Looking forward

to the year ahead.

Back into the belly of the beast.

Yeah, let's try and avoid that.

I booked you a room in the hotel.

- Keep you in the real world.

- Thanks.

Heads up, verdict's at 8:00.

- Hey.

- Okay.

In the name of the Italian people,

the Court of Appeal confirms,

in reference to the sentence issued

by the Court of the First Degree, Siena,

all defendants are acquitted

of offences A, B, C and D.

Ordering the immediate release

of Jessica Fuller and Carlo Elias,

who are cleared of any other offences.

The hearing is over.

My thoughts at this moment

are with the Pryce family,

who have had to wait for too long

for a resolution to this case.

We are thankful that

Jessica's nightmare is finally over,

and we'd like to thank the court

for searching for the truth,

and for overturning this conviction.

It's a real mess.

Shame!

Shame!

Justice has been done.

They are right to release Jessica.

One young life had been

already tragically taken.

Why take another two? Based on what?

Assumption by the police

and the self-interest of the press.

- Thank you.

- Okay.

Our daughter Elizabeth

has been completely forgotten.

It's... It's very hard

to find any forgiveness.

We know that four years

is a long time, but...

Yeah, it's still very raw.

Hey.

- Hi, Dad.

- Hi.

- How are you?

- Good.

- How are you?

- I'm good.

Is the case over?

Yeah, it is.

What happened?

They say they were innocent.

- That's good.

- I suppose so.

So, does that mean

you're gonna be coming home soon?

I hope so.

Is your mom there?

Yeah.

Can I talk to her?

I'll see.

Mom?

- Yes?

- Hey.

- Hi.

- Hey.

I... I thought it would be good

if we talked.

Try to talk.

Yeah.

- Yeah.

- Let's...

Let's do it when you get back here,

because... I hate speaking like this.

Okay. Yep.

Good.

- Bye.

- Bye, bye-bye.

See...

Interior, church. London. Day.

Elizabeth's father

reads the funeral oration.

It is taken from Dante's La Vita Nuova.

The power of my sighs

fills me with anguish.

Many times, while contemplating death,

it drains the color from my face,

and I begin to tremble from the pain.

In weeping, I call out to Elizabeth,

"Can you really be dead?"

And just calling to her

restores my soul.

If anyone heard me,

they, too, would grieve.

And what my life has been like

since she left this earth,

there is no one that can tell.

Elizabeth has ascended into high heaven.

Into a place

where angels live in peace.

- Have a good trip.

- Yeah, we will. I'm driving.

Oh, okay.

- Hey.

- Hey. It's all over.

No, there's bound to be another appeal.

This one's gonna run and run. Thank God.

Meanwhile, back to Rome,

and politicians with dirty hands. You?

Going to Ravenna. Sort of pilgrimage.

Okay.

Well, have fun.

All right, I'm leaving.

You're very welcome to carry my bag.

- Bye, baby.

- You be careful.

Yes, I will be very careful.

- Hello.

- Hi.

- Just getting the car.

- Cool.

- Look at those mountains.

- Beautiful.

I imagine you as a skier.

Do you go skiing?

- Yeah, I do.

- I'm a snowboarder.

- Of course.

- Why of course? What does that mean?

- You look like a snowboarder.

- I look like a snowboarder?

- Yeah. Young, hip and cool.

- Really?

Yeah. Jovanotti.

- Do you know Jovanotti?

- No.

Do you not?

What a dump. No wonder Dante

was homesick for Tuscany.

It's so flat.

- Did you actually read it?

- Yeah.

"O you who on the road of love pass by,

"attend and see if any grief

there be as heavy as mine."

There are two different endings.

The original version,

he ends up with a new wife.

But later, he re-wrote it

to stay true to Beatrice.

I prefer that ending.

- 'Cause you're a teenager.

- I'm not a teenager, I'm an adult.

- Twenty-one.

- But you behave like a child.

It's incredible.

Dante's body is in there.

- So how old is it?

- Seven hundred years.

Enough Dante. Enough death. Let's go.

- You want some?

- No, it's okay.

Come on, you have to try it.

It's so good, please.

It's funny, I used to go to Dorset

when I was younger.

My mom and dad, they always took us

to a beach and made us walk for hours.

I never wanted to go

'cause it was so freezing and windy.

They said it was good for us.

Now I love it, but then,

I just wanted to stay home.

Do you see them much?

Yeah, when I go back to London.

They're crazy.

They drove each other mad,

so they're separated now.

It's definitely better.

What about yours?

- Still together.

- Amazing.

- Yep.

- How long for?

- Almost 50 years.

- No way.

Yeah.

One second, wait here.

Ciao.

- Do you work here?

- Yes.

Can I borrow two towels, please?

Thanks. Pass?

- Thank you very much.

- You're welcome.

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