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.

How do they expect me to run a business like this?

No. I had a deal with Leonardo.

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.

Interrogation!

Name?

What's this, you want to speak English?

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?

Date of birth?

Place of birth?

Profession?

Marital status?

You don't know whether you 're married or not?

Did the court finalize the divorce?

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.

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.

Isn't four enough for you?

Which organization do you belong to?

Who trained you? Where did you get the bomb?

Who gives you orders?

What about your husband?

And how did he die?

Who did you call?

What did you want from the carabinieri?

And because of you, four people died yesterday!

That's got nothing to do with a dealer.

Wait a minute.

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!

Your Honor...

Go get a doctor.

Hurry!

Yes, what's up?

She fainted.

Come on.

Come on, wake up.

Pull up her sleeve.

- 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?

She says the carabinieri get a discount, too.

What the hell are you saying?

There is no record of any letter...

no record of any calls. Nothing.

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?

In the top drawer of your desk?

Six letters to your husband...

dated between 1994 and 1997.

Three letters, postmarked last year...

from your sister in England.

Two wedding rings...

and a postcard from a student sent three weeks ago.

That's all.

Signora!

Signora.

Sit down.

It was signed by Maggiore Pini.

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?

I've had enough of your games!

How did you get the bomb?

Answer me!

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?

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.