All language subtitles for The Face of an Angel 2014 1080p BluRay DD+5.1 x264-EA_track4_[eng]-eng

[ocean waves]

[dramatic orchestral music]
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[children playing]

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

- [phone ringing]
- [woman answers]

Hello. This is Thomas Lang.

Hi. Are you...
Are you in Rome?

- Yes.
- Oh, great.

- We should meet.
- OK. Where?

Um, we could meet
at Cafeé Rosati.

- It's near your hotel.
- Uh-huh.

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 uh, Italy for Newsweek,
Daily Beast, CNN, BBC.

- You must be good.
- I do OK.

- 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.

I'll take that as
a compliment.

Like it says on the cover.

"Every parent's nightmare."

- You have children?
- A daughter.

I'm separated
from her mother.

No, I know.
How old's your daughter?

- She's nine.
- What's her name?

Bea. We call her Bea.

Short for Beatrice. She was
conceived in Italy.

Her mum 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 seven?

Sure.

But one piece of advice.

If you're gonna 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.

OK.

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?

- [speaking Italian]

The quirky student
described by her mother...

She's smart.
She's artistic.

She's imaginative.
She's uh, 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.

- [beep]
- Hello?

- Who's there?
- Is Bea there?

- This is Thomas.
- Who is it?

- Thomas, we...
- No, Bea is out with her mom.

OK, then I'll
try again tomorrow.

- OK, 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 fucked up our lives.

You were covering the
story from the beginning?

Yeah, pretty much.

I was due to go to Modena
to test drive a Maserati,

When Anse, the Italian
wire service said that an

English student had
been murdered in Siena.

So, I decided to
go take a look.

I knew an Italian
journalist based there for

"Corriere Della Sera":
Roberto Feluci.

- [speaking Italian]

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: "Uh, she's a dud.

"He looks boring."
I could have had a scoop.

A world exclusive, instead I left
Siena to go test 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.

- [indistinct chatter]
- Hi, can I talk to you?

Have you spoken
with your daughter?

At this point, none of us
knew the names of the arrested.

OK, listen up everybody.

in the uh, Elizabeth Pryce
memorial sweepstake

the runners and riders are
Jessica Fuller,

Carlo Elias, and uh, Cedric Bapupa.
- How do you know this stuff?

Sometimes you gotta leave the
cafeé, mate. Even in the rain.

OK, 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.

When I see your meat-cleaver,
I raise you a gun.

And a YouTube link.
She's pretty.

"You put this on YouTube
you motherfucker,

"I'm going to kill you, OK?"
- Now, they were unlucky.

The families tried to erase the
Internet info but it was too late.

all their dirty laundry
was hung out to dry.

We have an appointment
with the public prosecutor.

- Doctor Baldini is ready to see you.
- Thank you.

Thomas just wanted to
meet, and um, 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 forced.

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 and collected.

When we turn 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.

They turned their phones on
at six o'clock 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
through their alibis.

Jessica said she was going to the bar
where she worked.

I had a joint, then ate dinner.

I don't remember what.

Carlo and I went
back to his apartment.

We watched a DVD together.

"Amelie."

And then we had dinner.

Together?

Yes.

Then we made love.

Did you make love?

I don't remember.

You had a message on
your phone from Cedric Bapupa.

You replied:
"See you later."

- Did you see him?
- No.

Why did you say,
"See you later"?

I was just being friendly.

If they were guilty, wouldn't
they have worked out what to say?

People do not behave
rationally in cases like this.

- So she panicked and accused Bapupa.
- Exactly.

I met Cedric and took
him back to our house

because he liked Elizabeth
and wanted to start

something with her.

Cedric and her were in
Lizzie's bedroom

while I must've
stayed in the kitchen.

At a certain point,
I heard Lizzie screaming.

I was frightened of him.

I got scared, and put
my hands over my ears.

I can't remember
anything else.

[knocking on door]

What's happening?

Let go of me! What's happening?

Let go of me!

And why would she accuse
someone who's innocent?

Who knows?

Maybe she knew a black guy
had been involved somehow,

thought uh, accusing a
different black man,

might confuse us.

At 20:50, Elizabeth returns home.

At 23:20,
Jessica, Carlo and Joseph arrive.

Joseph goes to the toilet.

The two accused
enter Elizabeth's bedroom.

There's an argument,

which quickly turns in to a scuffle
between Elizabeth and Jessica.

Helped by Carlo,

Elizabeth is grabbed by the neck
and slammed against the wardrobe,

hence the injuries to the skull.

Elizabeth tries to get up.

It's then that they pull out two knives.

One is a blade
of four to five centimetres,

the other a kitchen knife.

The victim tries to parry the knives,
hence the wounds.

She falls to her knees.

She is stabbed in the neck.

She lets out a heartrending scream.

It's now 23:50.

- Hey, darling.
- Joey.

Joe, this
is, um, Thomas.

Thomas, this is Joe Reed,
currently head of...

Uh, this week, the Daily Mail
and Sky.

- Are you the film guy?
- Yeah.

Who's gonna play me?

Ha, I bet everyone
else says that.

- You're the first.
- Oh, great.

- I'm thinking Colin Farrell?
- He's Irish.

He's also really good
looking, sensitive.

This is perfect, change
the accent, keep the face.

I'll bear him in mind.

Sure, listen, I love your wife's
TV show, by the way.

She's not my wife.
She's my ex-partner.

Yeah, it must have been
very difficult when you separated.

Especially because she moved in
with her on-screen husband.

Now, would you be interested
in talking about that?

We could put across
your point of view.

The difficulty of having
your private life picked

over by the gossip industry...?
- Joe, come on.

- No, I wouldn't.
- Worth a try.

- Uh, will you eat later?
- Sure.

- Usual place?
- Yes.

Uh-huh.

Sorry.

Hey, hi.

[ringing]

- Hey, hi, Bea.
- Hey!

- How are you?
- Good.

- Where are you?
- In Italy.

When are you coming home?

- Uh, London home?
- No, your home.

- Here home.
- Um, soon.

- In a few weeks.
- 'Kay.

- I miss you! [kiss noise]
- [kiss noise]

Missing you too. What you up to?

Bea, come on,
we're gonna be late.

OK, coming! Well,
I gotta go, daddy.

Oh. OK, I'll call
you tomorrow, OK?

Bea?

Bea?

- Hey.
- Hi, Sarah.

- How are you?
- This is Sarah.

Right, she's a producer
for the U.S. networks.

She has a special
fondness for Siena.

Not. I spent so much time here
my marriage went down the pan.

Just another casualty
of war reporting.

It's not really a war though.

No, it kinda feels
like it though.

There's all this
competitive flag waving.

It's like, "they're innocent"
or "they're guilty"

and you can't be neutral.

- What do you think?
- I work for the networks.

We pay for Jessica's
family to be here.

So, they have spent an
absolute fortune on the

flights, hotels, lawyers,
and we get exclusive

interviews in return.

- So, she's innocent.
- [indistinct chatter]

Of course,
she is innocent.

No, look, they have
the guy banged up.

- Joseph, OK?
- Wrong guy.

He had a criminal record.

He had threatened
somebody with a knife.

OK, so why did they
accuse Cedric Bapupa?

Uh, why did they
switch the phone off?

Why did she say she was
there and heard screams?

And why sign a confession?

And uh, the blond hair
that they found on the body.

Which they lost.

When the police
showed up at the house,

she and Carlo had
a mop and bucket.

Yeah, been out at seven
o'clock in the morning

buying bleach...
- [laughing]

What were they cleaning up?

Why was she doing yoga
in the police waiting room?

Sitting there on Carlo's lap,
like some...

Listen, the police and
the prosecutors,

they condemned the wrong
people in the wrong order.

- And the press all piled in after.
- That's what we do.

At the end of the day,
she said she was there,

in the house, on the night.

- Guilty. Game over.
- Exactly.

Why would they do it?
What's the motive?

- You need a reason.
- But it's not a film, ok?

It's not a Miss Marple mystery.

Why does no one ever want
to make a story about Carlo?

[collective sigh]

What will happen
tomorrow with the appeal?

Oh, it'll be adjourned.

Yeah, we'll get our
pictures and then we'll go.

This is just a really good
excuse to catch up on all

the gossip.
- [laughing]

- How's your husband?
- The last I heard...

Is he still chasing small boys
in Morocco, or...?

Fucking your wife actually.
Someone has to.

[laughing]

[melancholy strings music]
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Good evening.

[elevator beeping]

- Well.
- Well...

- Guess it's goodnight.
- Guess so.

[indistinct chatter]

[sirens wailing]

[indistinct chatter]

You OK? You need your pass.

Thank you.

Wow, she changed her style.

They're not gonna make the
same mistake twice, are they?

How're you feeling
today, Jessica?

I'm going to
call that demure.

Print journalists can stay,
but all TV cameras must leave.

Simone, how did
Jessica strike you today?

Her hair was darker than
it was the last time we saw her.

She was wearing a
very demure skirt.

She seemed older,
more composed.

Her Italian improved a lot.

And what can we expect
next from the case?

The case has been
adjourned, but,

the appellate process
can take many months.

Hey.

Coffee.

- Hey.
- Hey.

So, does it all make sense?

Not yet.
Too many angles.

Jessica is innocent.

That is your story.

Uh, this is Francesco.

He's Joseph's lawyer.
This is Thomas.

He's making a film
about Jessica.

Not about Jessica,
about the case.

You should make Joseph
your protagonist.

His is the best story
of all, and it tells you

a lot about Italy.
About the world.

Go on.

Police knew there was
someone else in the flat.

Someone had a shit in
the toilet, and left it there.

So they arrested Cedric
Bapupa, then he got lucky.

He had a cast iron alibi.

So the police start
checking their database.

They found that the shit
belonged to Joseph Derma.

A young guy, who'd been
adopted by a family in Siena.

He was definitely involved?

He was definitely in the apartment,
we don't dispute that.

Couple of days later, Joseph
went to Munich. He left Siena.

The police got a
friend to contact him. Skype.

Were you there when she was killed?

Listen, Matteo, I knew those girls.

I knew both of them.

I was at their house twice,
but I didn't do anything.

If they found my fingerprints, it must have
been from when I was there before.

And Jessica?

Jessica wasn't there.

So you see? Jessica had
nothing to do with it.

It was perfect for the police.

They just swapped one
black man for another.

Oh come on, you know he's guilty.

There's no point
playing the race card.

Joseph went for a separate trial.
I believe what he said.

And he was the only one
who seemed genuinely sad

by Elizabeth's death.

I went to the bathroom.

I heard voices.

It was Jessica and Elizabeth
fighting about some money.

I heard a scream
and someone running away.

They said, "Let's get out,
there's a black man in the house!"

I was scared.

I looked out the window
and saw Jessica's shadow.

I went to Elizabeth and tried
to stop the blood with a towel.

She'd been stabbed in the neck.

I was afraid.

I'm sorry.

I should have called for help.

Even now, when I close my eyes,

all I can see is the blood everywhere.

Very good, thank you, Joseph.

[melancholy music]
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[heavy breathing]

[screaming]

[both laughing]

Thomas, lovely, lovely,
lovely to meet you finally.

- Hey, Adam. nice to meet you.
- Hi.

- Hi.
- Hi.

So, we are all very
excited about this.

We're absolutely thrilled
that you're on board.

Well done Steve, for dragging
him back from Hollywood.

Pleasure.

This will be the first time that
you guys have worked together...?

- Uh, since uh, the last time.
[laughing]

- So um, what happened
with your CIA in Central

America project?

First i got the stars and
no money, and then I got

the money but
lost the stars.

Ah, such a shame.
I loved that script.

Thomas, tell us,
how was... how was Italy?

- Interesting.
- This is a great, great story.

- It's gonna be wonderful.
- Siena is beautiful.

It's an amazing city.

You should almost be a,
a character in the film.

We have a clash of cultures,
American, Italian, British...

... and two great parts
for young women.

- Do you have any thoughts...
- Uh, it's fortunately,

we are now blessed
with a whole ream

of fantastic young actresses.
- Carey Mulligan would be good.

Yeah, she's very
beautiful in her acting...

Well, uh, I... I think I
have to work out the story

before we start casting.

- Yeah.
- Yep.

Have you worked out what
your angle is going to be?

Not really.

I was thinking maybe Simone
herself. A journalist.

Might be the right
way to the story.

- What's she like?
- Interesting.

Intelligent. Attractive.

- How old is she?
- Mid-thirties.

I think that whole world
of foreign correspondence

could be rich for us.

Sort of an exile.

- Naomi Watts?
- Chloe Sevigny maybe?

- Or Tina Fey?
- [laughing]

I love Tina Fey, she's...

They just need a sense of how
you see the story.

- Sure, OK.

You gonna work on the
script here or in LA?

Here, Italy. Not in LA.
Can't concentrate.

Everybody knows Catherine,
or knows someone

who knows Catherine.
Some fucking party or other.

And there's all that
shit with Timothy.

Custody issues and...
[sigh]

I hate this fucking prick.

Did you really
threaten to kill him?

It makes me sick to think
of Bea growing up with him

in that house.

Another drink?

- Can I get two more, please?
- Same again?

Yeah, that'd be great, thanks man.

Course.

I was thinking of flying
back to Italy for Halloween.

Shoot some
documentary stuff.

Won't cost that much.
- Yeah, it's a good idea, go for it.

[Joy Division: "Atmosphere"]
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[indistinct chatter]

- Is it in focus?
- No, it's not in focus.

Pan with her.

[speaking Italian]

OK if we film you?

Uh, yeah sure.

We should go back
to Piazza Del Campo now.

- It will be busier there.
- Well you know what we need.

- Go ahead, I'll catch up.
- OK.

- Yep.
- I got it. Here.

Happy Halloween.

Can I get a drink?

Yeah, of course.

It's what I'm here for.

We have a special on Zombies tonight.

- I'll try one.
- Good, good.

- Where you from?
- Uh, I'm from London, actually.

- Oh, really?
- Wandsworth.

- Oh, wow. Know it.
- Really?

Yeah, i lived in
London for six years.

Oh, no way!
So, what are you filming?

Did you hear about the
Jessica Fuller case?

Yeah, course. Is it another
documentary?

- Yeah.
- Are you the director?

- Yes, I am.
- No way.

Do you live in Siena?

Uh, I've been here
about six months. It's lovely.

Do you need any
actresses by any chance?

Um no, not yet. But a guide.
I want to see the real Siena.

Do you work here every night?

Most nights, not always.

I can give you my
number, if that helps?

- Yeah, sure.
- Cool.

- Call me if you need me.
- Sure.

- What's your name?
- Uh, I'm Melanie.

Thomas.

Nice to meet you, Thomas.

- How are you?
- Good.

Hey. How'd it go?

Wasn't quite the Sodom
and Gomorrah your book

made it out to be.

Oh, it's still early.

You gotta give the town a chance.

Did you get to the red zone?

Ah, the crew were only
booked until midnight.

That doesn't go
on until 1:00 am. so...

Let's go anyway.

I want to see Siena at its worst.

[dramatic music]
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[drunk people screaming]

It's left here.

Simone.

What's the matter?

Are you scared to see me
after what you wrote?

This is Thomas.

- Hello.
- I know who he is.

You want to be
careful with this one.

She seemed so nice
when you meet her.

Then when she writes,
she turns into a real bitch.

Come and have a drink.

We're on our way to the red zone.

Come on, that's for shitty students.

You are not students, are you?

Not for a long time.

In a murder, the dead body
tells you a lot.

I saw Elizabeth's body,
in the morgue.

How?

I visit the morgue often.

I have a cousin.

It's important to look
death in the face if you

want to understand life.

That's why there are
so many murder stories.

Every news program is full
of killings, so many films.

Death is the end of
everyone's story.

The only thing we share,
now we no longer believe in God.

And so we have become
obsessed with killings.

Real killings, fictional
killings, but from the

safety of our homes, where
the only issue is,

who done it?

Not what it means.

When we see it on TV
and not in the flesh.

In the flesh, when
a friend dies,

we don't even want
to see the body.

So what did the body tell you?

That Jessica didn't do it.

So why is she on trial?

Police here are the worst.

Corrupt, incompetent,
everyone is corrupt here,

but, she didn't kill her.

I know her. We have talked.

She is intelligent.

Not like most of
the students here.

The students I
teach are idiots.

Not Jessica.
She has true understanding.

So you think it was
one of the others?

Carlo had a collection
of knives, OK?

Elizabeth was killed
with more than one knife.

But the police never found them.

Because they are fools.

I know where they are.

So why don't you just
give them to the police, Eduardo?

They will try to frame me.

And they have already
arrested me before.

They broke my finger.

I would be an easy
target, like Cedric.

- A scapegoat.
- Come on.

No one likes me because
I write the truth.

I tell the world
how stupid they are.

Have you already
talked to Cedric?

- No.
- Why?

Are you hiding people from
him, or don't you know

as much as you pretend?

Cedric Bapupa is
a friend of mine.

If you want to meet
him, I can set it up.

Yeah, for a price.

Always a price
for everything.

Do you think you are the
only one allowed to make

money from this story?

And not a guy whose
life was ruined by it?

- Quite a character.
- Hmm, yeah.

His blog had stuff on it
that nobody else knew.

We all had to read it
every day to keep up to speed.

He has the time and he
knows everybody,

and he also has money.

He rents out rooms
all over the city.

Really cheap. Almost squats.

And they say he deals
drugs on the side.

- Handy man to know.
- Yeah.

Sometimes I think he
might actually be the killer.

We were covering the
trials, somebody decided

that Joe and I were
having an affair.

And they put it
on the Internet.

It was just an easy way
of attacking somebody who

wasn't on Jessica's side, but,
I think it was Eduardo.

It wasn't true, but,
I had to tell my husband.

We're separated now.

[birds chirping]

"The man who lies asleep
will never waken fame,

"and his desire and all his
life drift past him like a

"dream, and the traces of
his memory fade from time

"like smoke in air, or
ripples on a stream."

Hi.

- Hey.
- Hey.

This seat taken?

- Pretty view.
- Yeah.

- What's this?
- Oh, bit of light reading.

Calls itself a comedy,
but not that many laughs.

Are you in heaven or hell?

Inferno.

I have to go back to Rome.

I have the kids this weekend.

Lucky you.

OK, have a good one.

- Bye.
- Bye.

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[heavy breathing]

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[birds chirping]

- Hey. It's me, Thomas.
- Hey, Thomas!

I'm in your bar,
but you're not here.

I'm at a party.
Not much of a party, but...

Do you wanna come?

I thought it wasn't any good.

It's your typical
student party, so...

- Then I have to come.
- OK, great!

- For research.
- [both laughing]

Good.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Mr. Director.

- You can call me Thomas.
- Course.

So, I heard this is
your comeback film.

Hope so. How do you know?

I looked you up
on "Siena's Burning".

- Do you know the blog?
- Yeah.

Don't believe
everything you read.

Course. Only the good things.

Here it is. Come on.

[dance music]
>)

[indistinct chatter]
>)

- This is Thomas.
- Hi.

Thomas, everyone.
Everyone, Thomas.

Hey.

- Do you have a lighter?
- Yeah.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

- Come with me.
- I'm tired.

Come.

How can you make a movie
about the murder if you

haven't even seen where
the killing happened?

Listen, it's late.

No time like the present.

Strike while
the iron's hot.

Don't you know your
English sayings?

[dramatic music]
>)

This is the
window they entered.

[glass shattering]

Don't throw stones if
you live in glass houses.

[dog barking]

[glass breaking]

Come on, it's empty!

If you were here that night,
you could have saved her.

That's what everyone dreams.

This is Elizabeth's room.

She was found by the wardrobe.

Look what they didn't find.

This is the knife that killed her.

But the police never even
looked under the wardrobe.

They didn't even look
under the fucking wardrobe.

[screaming]

[club music]
>)

[puking]

- You alright?
- Yeah.

I'm sorry.

That's my after work one.

I always go better with the dob.

- Let me take you home.
- It's alright.

Come on, it's like
a maze out there.

What are you studying here?

Italian literature,
culture, and cinema.

- Oh.
- It's very serious.

It's a whole four hours
every morning.

I mean, it's... it's an
excuse to be honest.

An excuse to be here
and have fun for a year.

It's a pretty good one.

- Aren't you having fun?
- Yeah.

- I always have fun.
- Even at work?

Yeah.

I mean, come on, I do
make a mean mojito.

Do you?

Put a bit too much rum in,
and watch everyone get drunk.

drunk.

It's good for tips, too.

Here we are.

Delivered back to your hotel
safe and sound, as I promised.

Thank you.

- Alright, auf wiedersehen.
- Auf wiedersehen.

[uplifting orchestral music]
>)

You may follow me, and
I will guide you,

and lead you from here.

But if you want to see the
blessed, then the spirit

worthier than I must lead you.

[dramatic music]
>)

Abandon hope, all
ye who enter here.

[indistinct chatter]

- How's Bea?
- She's good.

And Catherine, I saw she
was nominated for an Emmy.

Very impressive.

Must be hard, seeing her
face everywhere...

Can we talk about something else?

[sigh]

You guys were so good
together...

Please, come on.

How come we're not talking
about The Face Of An Angel?

- How's it going?
- [laughing]

Everyone is asking
me about the script.

Have you worked
out who did it?

- It's not a whodunnit.
- Just teasing.

Carlo and Jessica
and Joseph did it.

That's why
they're in prison.

For now.
There are so many angles.

How to organise it in
a meaningful way.

It's important that it's a
story based on truth.

But I want to do something
that transcends them.

Which is not just a
simple reconstruction.

Thank you.
Carry on.

I was trying to see if it's
possible to use the shape of

Dante's Divine Comedy
as the shape of the film.

After all, it's a
three act structure.

Hell, purgatory, heaven.

Happy ending.

It's perfect really.

Are you being serious?

Dante was in love with
a beautiful Beatrice,

and then she died.

Heartbroken, he goes in
search of her, but he also

goes in search of a
meaning to life, and death.

Listen, Caroline's
commissioned you to make a

true crime thriller.

Are you really saying
you're trying to write a

medieval morality tale?

No-no-no. It would be modern.
And it would deal with the case.

It would just follow the
shape of the poem, because

the story, the real
story is too hard.

It's too brutal.

The poem is really a
dream - a nightmare.

Dante is a man in the
middle of his life who

lost his way.

Straight off the narrow
path, and finds himself

back in a deep,
black forest.

You know, lots of the
stuff in the poem is

actually classic
horror movie stuff.

The return of
the repressed.

They want to make a film
about two teenagers and a

murder that can't be solved.
- I know.

And now you want to
give them a script about a

middle-aged man
who's lost his way.

- How much have you written?
- Not much.

Good, then you haven't
wasted too much time.

Thomas, you're too young
to have a mid-life crisis.

It's been four years.

They really want this film.

Give them something
they can make.

Please.

Yeah.

[dramatic music]
>)

[indistinct chatter]

Exterior: Tuscan countryside. Day.

Jessica is sitting
on a train.

She's outgoing,
confident, attractive.

Elizabeth makes
the same journey.

Jessica arrives first.

Elizabeth a few days later.

She's quieter,
calm, thoughtful.

They both find a room in
a house on the edge of the

medieval town.

They're both full of hope
and excitement

for the year ahead.

[sighs]

How's the script going?

Not.

Missing your daughter?

Well I'm seeing her
now, but I'll be back in a

moment, sir.

OK. OK, Bobby.

- Ciao.
- Ciao.

- Hey.
- Hi.

I thought you
might like this.

It's one of my articles.

Thank you.

Strange, when I think of a
"face of an angel"

I always think of Elizabeth.
But you all mean Jessica.

Yeah, we all use
that line for Jessica.

Jessica is like a film star.
Blank canvas.

Someone we project
our fantasies on to.

She's the story.

Guilty or not,
that's all anyone wants to read.

It's sad that Elizabeth
just disappeared.

Oh look at that, he's
got Jessica's diaries there.

There's some flawless
journalism right there.

Joe's very proud
of his scoop.

You know the police played a dirty
trick on her when she was in jail?

They told her that she had
tested positive for HIV so

she had to write a list of
everyone she had ever slept with.

- It's in there.
- How much did you pay for it?

These diaries, they're
not even that big a deal.

It's one of the things
that I used to

articulate a
story about her.

So, for example, she
says that she wants to

visit a sex shop.
- Uh, please.

Uh, she writes a letter
to her boyfriend saying

she wants to watch a porn
film and then

practice with him.
She emailed her friends.

She had sex with
this random guy that she

met on a train in Italy...
- So?

She had a vibrator in
the bathroom she shared

with Elizabeth.
It became part of the trial.

[everyone] "It was only this big!"

I remember the famous
kiss outside the house.

That kiss put them in prison.

Oh, she went underwear shopping
the night after the murder.

I don't know if that
makes her a killer.

Well, people love it.
I mean, sex and murder sells.

Is that everything
you're interested in?

Yeah, because it's
how I make a living.

And you know what, guess what?
It's how you make a living now too.

She wrote a fantasy
story about rape.

I'm writing a
script about a murder.

Does that make
me a murderer?

No, her character
was part of the trial.

That's what the jury
was asked to judge.

So, if she would have been
a better actor, if she had

behaved well, and cried,

she would have been
found innocent?

- Sure.
- Probably.

Now, she's dressing all
prim and proper and it's

likely to get off.
- Of course.

- Yeah.
- Right.

So, if that's all true,
don't you worry a little

bit that all this stuff you make up
could make a fair trial harder?

Alright, so listen,
mate, we don't actually

make stuff up, OK?
- OK.

You write what sells. Sex sells.

You see the diaries and make her
look like a nymphomaniac.

Yeah, because
that's what she wrote.

Come on, you can make anyone
look bad if you want to.

I daresay, even you would
look like a shit if people

would go through
your private life.

Alright, well listen,
I'm a tabloid journalist.

Everyone thinks
I'm a shit anyway.

- Fucking said it.
- Oh.

- Excuse me.
- Oh.

- Well, he still has my diary then.
- Bravo, Joe.

- He didn't want my paper.
- Well, he's got taste.

[dramatic music]
>)

I don't want to die.

I want to get married
and have children.

I want to create
something good.

I want to get old.

I want my time.

I want my life.

I don't know where I
could have got HIV from.

[upbeat music]
>)

- Hey.
- Hi, stranger, long time no see.

- I was back in London.
- Nice. What can I get you?

- Whiskey coke.
- Cool.

I was wondering,
could you do me a favor?

Of course.

Do you know where, 1
could buy some stuff?

Weed?

Yeah, but some
other stuff too.

Remember what
happened last time?

- Thanks, I do.
- Is that what you want?

- I'm not a dealer.
- I know.

I just thought you might
be able to help a friend.

That's better.

Give me your phone.

That's the number.

Be careful.

Promise.

[bell ringing]

Hi, it's me, Thomas.
Are you here?

I'm here, where are you?

I'm here.
OK, I see you.

So, you're a
friend of Melanie?

Yeah.

[knocking on door]

- Hey.
- Hey.

- You wanna come in?
- Sure.

- Want a drink?
- Um, no I'm good.

- Uh, I have something for you.
- What is it?

It's the scene
of crime video.

The appeal's gonna be all
about the forensics, so

you really need to see
that if you know

what's going on.

- Joe was upset about earlier.
- Good.

You know, he's
good at what he does.

He gets a hold of stuff
no-one else does

and finds a way to tell a story.

He's not as bad as he
likes to pretend to be.

Are you
sleeping with him?

- Not tonight.
- Do you still sleep with him?

Are you jealous?

[dramatic music]
>)

>)
[heavy breathing]

Hey.

- Hey.
- [clears throat]

Sorry, New York wants me
to change the article.

They need it in two hours.

Another fashion report?

Jesus, lighten up.

Does it never bother you?

All this shit you
have to write?

I'm not writing
a fashion report.

I'm writing about a murder.

- Somebody was killed.
- You trivialise it.

People want to hear
about this story.

It's not up to us to decide what
people should and shouldn't know.

We just write what
happened and then they

decide whether they
want to read it or not.

That's not true.

Well, would it be better if we
didn't cover trials at all?

People had no idea
what went on in court?

People had no idea what went on
during a police investigation?

That's what happens
in a police state.

Then tell the truth,
don't make up the sexist...

I do tell the truth, you asshole.

God, come back Joe.

At least he doesn't
lecture me after we fucked.

You know what, you should
watch this, before you get

high and mighty
with everybody.

That's the sad
and bitter truth.

[dramatic music]
>)

- There is a hair here.
- Where?

Here, by the vagina.

- This is your hand here, yes?
- Yes.

And is that your charming bracelet?

Just outside the fold of the glove?

- Yes.
- Now, look here.

You can see the same fold of the glove
around the bracelet.

You accept this is the same glove?

Yes.

So you didn't change gloves at all,
did you?

The bra clasp was found in this position
in the first investigation.

46 days later,

we see its position has moved
by one metre.

DNA is not like hair or pollen.

It stays within a cell and remains in place.

DNA cannot fly.

You are nurturing,
playful, and easy-going.

You often put others needs
before your own, or your

decisions are guided
by your feelings.

At heart, you're pragmatic, and
self-possessed.

- Enjoy your meal.
- Thank you.

Thomas, how's the appeal going?

- Yeah, quite right.
- [laughing]

No, no, no, no. no.
Right thing to do.

I'll shut up. Give him a minute.
Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead.

Slow.

- Do you think they're gonna win?
- No idea.

Must be difficult
not knowing the ending.

I don't think it
matters for our film.

We imagine that the courts or
the police will find the truth.

My idea is that it's
impossible to know.

The trial is like an
episode of X Factor.

If they like your
face, you win.

The system in
Italy's different.

Which makes it easier
to see it's arbitrary.

But in this case
the evidence is so contradictory,

we'll never know what happened.

If they killed her,
it doesn't make sense.

If they didn't kill her,
it doesn't make sense either.

So it boils down to, do we
want to see these people

going to prison
for twenty years?

But in the film we're
gonna have to decide,

did they do it, how did they
do it, or how else

are we gonna tell the story?

I don't think
that's the story.

The story is that there
is no such thing as real

truth or justice.

It's just a
popularity contest.

Well, that's not a film.

I think it can be.

Well, you're gonna have
to show the two girls,

who they are,
their relationship.

I mean, what happened that
night, why did it happen?

All of that would be fake!

It would be just my version of
what might have happened.

It's more honest to say,
I don't know what happened.

It's like a, a detective
story in a world without God.

or a puzzle
without solution.

Hmmm. Would people want to
do puzzles without solutions?

Why not?

It's more truthful than
all these easy answers.

Well, it sounds incredibly ambitious,
which is what we wanted.

If you want any help
looking at pages,

the opening or...
I'm happy to help.

- Thanks.
- Great editor.

- Seriously, no, honestly.
- Thanks very much.

Top twenty five
under twenty five.

[dramatic music]
- What time is it?

It's four-something.
What time is it there?

It's late,
after midnight.

Oh wow, that's
pretty late.

You must be
really tired, huh?

I can't sleep.

Are you OK, daddy?

Listen,

I've gotta
call you tomorrow, OK?

'Kay.

- Bye.
- Bye.

No sadness is greater
than in misery

to rehearse
memories of joy.

[dramatic orchestral music] ♪ ♪

- Welcome back Mr. Lang.
- Thank you.

How long are
you staying for?

[bells ringing]

No, it's nice.
It's definitely nice.

Um, I've gotta go.

- Bye.
- Bye guys.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Strange, seeing
you in the daylight.

Why, do I
look different?

- Even more beautiful.
- Thank you.

I like a bit of old
fashioned courtesy.

Hey, Eduardo.

Hi.

My friend Thomas is
looking for a place to stay.

I told him I knew
someone who could help.

Sit down.

I'm too old for a
student accommodation.

Well I have lots of
places, and the best addresses.

Really?

Did Simone tell you
something different?

Be careful with her.

If you believe everything
she says, you will never

know the truth.

Do you read my blog?

No.

You should.

I say some very kind
things about you.

- Didn't I, Melanie?
- Yeah.

- Do you wanna drink?
- No, thank you.

This was my uncle's house.

He was a doctor.

This is a perfect
place for writing.

Full of atmosphere.

I'll take it.

How much?

Money we talk later.

First, I want you
to read my script.

I have been watching your old
movies, and I like the naivety.

I'm having a small
gathering of friends tonight.

I'll come to
collect you, OK?

[phone ringing]

"Then I saw a serpent
with six feet dart forth

"in front of a man. With
middle feet it bound him

"round the paunch.

"and with the forward
ones...

- [female laughing]
- "his arms it seized."

"Already the two
heads had one become."

[woman screaming]

[banging]

[woman screaming]
[banging]

[dramatic music]
>)

[glass breaking]
[woman screaming]

[screaming]

- Come on, we are late.

You know the way's hard.

No one gets anywhere
by lying in bed.

You have to work.

Work even when you
don't know why.

Where are we going?

Where the thieves are.

Who are you?

Thomas Lang.

[hissing]

[growling]

[phone ringing]

Yeah?

Hey Thomas. Where are you?

I'm in my flat.

[dramatic music]
>)

- Hey.
- Hey.

- You good?
- Yeah.

Where are we going?

- To see Eduardo.
- Oh.

I really think you
should be making a love story.

All the best movies
are love stories.

"Romeo & Juliet", "Casablanca",
"Annie Hall", "Beauty & The Beast"...

- Ciao.
- Hi.

- How are you?
- Good.

- Hello, Thomas.
- Hey.

What's the matter?

Why you always
seem so scared?

What is it
you're scared of?

Maybe having to
make another movie.

In case it's
another failure.

Come on.

Ignore him, it's alright.

Don't worry, I know
the people who live here.

- I own the house.
- I'll wait here.

See you in a minute.

The reason my script is good

is that I know what happened.

Art has to provide the
answer to the questions

that life asks.

I know you don't agree
with me, but you are wrong.

There is the truth,
and there is the rest.

The killing happened here.

I was watching there.

I saw it with my own eyes.

What happened?

Joseph was in
love with Elizabeth.

He wanted her.

But she didn't want him.

So he killed her.

Like Othello.

Like this.

[club music]
>)

Sorry, it's so noisy.

Come with me.

See you in a bit.

See you.

I have decided,
you can read my script.

But you can't take
it away with you.

I don't trust anybody
with my story.

You have one hour,
that's all.

[bell ringing]

[bell ringing]

- Hi.
- Hey.

- Can I come in?
- Sure.

- You like terrible.
- Do I?

Where did you
go last night?

I was getting
worried about you.

Eduardo freaked me out.

It's so dark in here.

No wonder you're depressed.

That's better.

I have something that
might cheer you up.

You're gonna like it.

- "La vita nuova".
- Thank you.

Dante describes how
he falls in love with Beatrice.

Beatrice.

And then how she dies.

For a moment he toys with
the idea of loving someone else,

but he'll never
love anyone like Beatrice.

It's so romantic.

All those circles of Hell
in the Divine Comedy,

it's boring.

Everyone getting
punished for no reason?

That is a book of love.

Hopefully that will
make you happy.

I'm late for class. I've gotta go.
Are you gonna be OK?

- Mm-hmm.
- Promise?

- Yeah.
- Good.

I just want you
to be happy.

I'll see you later.

Bye.

[melancholy music]
>)

"It was exactly the ninth hour
of the day when

"she gave me her sweet greeting.

"TI was filled with such
joy that I had to withdraw

"from the sight of
others and return to the

"loneliness of my room.

"As she walked down the
street, she turned her

"eyes towards me, where
I stood in fear and trembling."

How reliable are the Trace B samples,
in your expert opinion?

With Trace B on the blade of the knife,

we find that the technical analyses
performed are not reliable.

Due to mishandling of the crime scene,
contamination cannot be ruled out.

Contamination could also have occurred
in some phase of the analysis,

as current
international standards weren't met.

- I need your help.
- With the film?

With Eduardo.

No... well you should
steer clear of him.

Maybe you were right.
Maybe he was involved in the killing.

- OK, stop.
- No, listen, listen, listen.

I think he was there.
He took me to the house.

He's got knives.
He saw the killing.

He talks a bunch of
shit, he's messing with

your head...
- No, I've got to steal the knives.

- I need you to help.
- No.

Not with stealing them. I need you
to get them to Rome, to a lab.

Test them for DNA.
- No.

I'll bring them to
you in the morning.

Let go of me.

Hello, Thomas.

This is Thomas. He's a director.

I'm sorry I couldn't finish
your script last time.

- Yeah, why? You disappeared.
- I felt sick.

Can I finish it?

OK.

You'll get another chance.

But then you must tell me
that you want to make it.

One hour, OK?

[lock turning]

Shit.

[dramatic music]
>)

[grunting]

[thump]
[grunting]

See your heart.

- Did you come to my flat last night?
- Yeah, but you weren't there.

Did you take the
knives from my bed?

No, what knives?

Thomas! Thomas!

Thomas!

What the fuck
are you doing here?

I wanted to know if
you read my script.

I didn't read your
fucking script.

Then you won't even know
what happened.

Get out of here!

Have you been
looking for this, hmm?

Did you think you had
stumbled on the truth?

You're an idiot.

These are film props.

I photographed
them for my blog.

And you should read it.
You wouldn't be so ignorant.

- Where are the knives?
- Huh? What knives?

Where are the real knives?

[groaning]

Hands off!

Call the police.

[phone ringing]

You really have come off
the rails, haven't you?

They're letting you go.

Let's get out of here.

You're lucky.

Eduardo'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, OK?

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

[melancholy music]
>)

[bird whistle blowing]
>)

Have you written
anything yet?

- Yeah.
- Really?

Been thinking of
taking your advice.

Making the film fictional.

Setting it in Florence
is 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.

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.

Mmm.

In court, it was
made very simple.

That um, Jessica was the
bad girl and Elizabeth was

a 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.

[dramatic music]
>)

Ah, shit, I'm late.

I'm gonna have to pick up
the kids on the way, OK?

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'd ya do?

Nothing much.

OK, very good. One moment.
He'll be there soon.

Your taxi's here.

Thanks for
looking after me.

No problem.

Bye.

You talk to
Catherine 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 forwards
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, buttercup.

- Hey.
- Hey.

[indistinct chatter]
>)

[bell rings]

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.

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 um,

you know it's
still very raw.

[Skype ringing]

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 mum there?

Yeah.

Can I talk to her?

I'll see.

Mom?

- Yes.
- Hey.

- Hi.
- Hey.

I thought it would
be good if we talked.

Try to talk.

Yeah.

Yep.

Let's um, let's do it
when you get back here

because uh, I hate
speaking like this.

OK.

Yep.

Good.

- Bye.
- Bye, buh-bye.

See y-
[Skype disconnects]

[phone ringing]

- [dramatic music]
>)

- 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 colour 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, OK.

[laughing]

- Hey.
- Hey.

So 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 a pilgrimage.

OK.

Well, have fun.

Alright.

Oh, you're very
welcome to carry my bag.

Bye, 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?

[radio music]

- Do you know Jovanotti?
- No.

Do you not?

[singing in italian]

[radio music]

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.

21.

But you behave like a child.

[laughing]

[church bell ringing]

It's incredible.

Dante's body is in there.

So how old is it?

Seven hundred years.

Enough Dante.
Enough death.

Let's go.

[uplifting music]

- You want some?
- No, it's OK.

Come on,
you have to try it.

It's so good, please.

Mmm.

It's funny, I used to
go to Dorset when I was younger.

My mum 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.

[both laughing]

They said
it was good for us.

Now I love it, but then I
just wanted to stay home.

Did 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 fifty years.
- No way.

- Yeah.
- One second, wait here.

[upbeat drums music]
>)

- Do you work here?
- Yes.

Can I borrow two towels, please?

Thanks. Pass?

- Thank you very much.
- You're welcome.

- It's a present.
- No way.

Why? Come on.

Are you scared?

Come on.

Are you sure?

What do you mean, am I sure?

Don't be scared.

It's so warm.

- Is it?
- It's like, oh my god!

- Come on!
- Swim!

Swim like a dolphin!

Fuck you!

- You swim, you prick.
- [laughing]

[hip hop music]
>)

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Thank you.

Where do you live?

Does your dad work here?

Yes, he is working on the beach.

[phone ringing]

Hi, Steve.

Where are you? I've been
calling you for days.

- I'm in Italy.
- Still?

Yeah. Flying home tomorrow.

Well that's good 'cause,
um, we need to meet.

Not London. LA.

OK, uh, listen, mate,
we've... we've moved on.

Caroline insisted.
They want to make the film

before it's too late and
the heat's gone out of the

story, I'm sorry.

But listen, when you get
back to London, let's uh,

let's talk about
this face-to-face.

I won't be
back for a while.

But look, I am really sorry.

Don't need to be sorry.

Good luck with it.

Thanks, mate.

- Bye.
- Cheers, we'll speak soon.

[melancholy music]
>)

Hi.

- How much is a single room?
- 150 euros.

And how much for a double?

The same. You pay for the room.

It's fine. We'll just get one room.

It's alright, I trust you.

Can I take your
credit card, please?

OK, check how many
cards you've got.

- Ready?
- Yeah.

Ah.

On there. On there. On there.

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.
Oh my god, oh my god. Oh my god.

Hold on.

- Phew.
- No.

- Ugh!
- Yes!

Spit!

What the fuck?

- I mean it was...
- [laughing]

Ah, stop it.

Spit!

One, two, three.

- Spit
Spit!

Yeah but I did
this one, it's mine.

- No?
- Why didn't I choose this one?

They're basically
equal then.

[melancholy music]
>)

[speaking Italian]

"Beatrice looked at me
and 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."

[speaking Italian]

What do you
miss about London?

I miss my family, a lot.

But, apart from that, um,

bad weather, and fish and chips,

and pie and mash,
and the Tube,

and I don't know what else.

Yeah, it's beautiful.

"The power of my sighs
fills me with anguish.

"And 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.

"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."

[melancholy music]
>)