All language subtitles for Elisa.2025.iTALiAN.DVDRiP.x264-PRiME

Hi, Dad.

Sorry. Am I a bit late?
- Hi.

So?

I made something different
from the usual sandwiches.

Uh... gnocchi.

But you've always hated cooking.

I... tried to remember
how Mom used to make them.

- They're excellent.
- Yeah?

I swear, they're delicious.

If it's all right with you,
I'd rather speak Italian.

As you wish. This is your space.

Um, okay.

I really don't know where to start.

Some people start by talking...
about the violent side,

while others... begin
with distant memories,

but the important thing here

is that you decide
where to begin.

As I think you already know,
I remember very little about the incident.

Sometimes I get flashes
of certain episodes...

...memories that came back later,
little by little... and...

...in the days after it happened,

I didn't know what had happened
to my sister... nothing.

I went into the trial
as if I were there by mistake.

"I killed my sister?
What are you talking about?"

I had the feeling they were talking
about someone else, not me.

And when did some memories come back?

I spent the first years in prison
in a psychiatric hospital.

There, with a good psychologist,

I started to remember
a few things...

...but my memories were confused.

I didn't know whether they were my memories
or memories of something

I'd heard during the trial.

Then... the psychologist took me
to my sister's grave and...

...and there, for the first time,
I saw the image of the fire.

Of my sister burning.

Listen, I understand how you feel.

I don't want to influence you,
but perhaps you could start with...

...a memory that often comes back to you.

A situation you experienced,
even long ago,

but which, in light
of the story

you've built over these years,
has become more significant

in relation to what happened.

Um...

Do you mind if I stand up?

Yes, of course. As I told you,
this is your space.

- You don't have to ask my permission.
Mm.

My mother didn't want me...

...she told me that often,
very clearly.

"I did everything I could to lose you,
I ran up and down the stairs,"

"I lifted huge weights,
but nothing worked. You wanted to be born."

When did she say that to you?

Um...

The first time I heard her say it,
she was saying it to her friends...

...who were having coffee at our house.

She was afraid I would be born
with a deformity,

because of her age.

When I was born, my mother was
45 years old and...

...and I always remember her as sad
and in a bad mood.

I think she fell into depression
after I was born, without knowing it.

That's why I used to say
everything was fine.

But there were many things left unsaid...

...and that was true both at home
and outside.

It's a strange little town...
everyone knows everyone,

everyone knows everything
about everyone else...

...and appearances matter a lot.

Everything has to look spotless, clean,
reassuring...

...everything has to be perfect.

And was that true for you too?

In a way, yes.

You wanted... to do everything you could
to make people like you?

Yes, unfortunately.

And today?

This need to make people like you...
do you still feel it?

I don't know, it's hard to say.

And...

...here with me?

During this meeting?

I don't know...

...maybe.

Mrs. Zanetti,
the essential condition

for these meetings to help you
construct an intimate

and personal truth...

...is that you be completely sincere.

If you lie while knowing you are lying,
all this work is useless,

for you, of course,
but also for my research.

The results would be false,
false and misleading,

and even worse...

...you would end up more confused
than before.

No one has ever believed me,
ever since I was a child.

I'm sorry if I was inappropriate,
but...

...it was my duty to make that clear.

No... it's all right.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Good morning.

I must have been
about eight years old

and... I'd seen a pair of shoes
in a shop downtown...

...they were red, very beautiful.

When I read the price... I must
have made a mistake,

I read 29 francs,

but then at the register,
when I was with my mother,

we discovered the price was
129 francs.

So my mother, not to lose face,
bought them anyway.

Then when we got home,
she gave me...

...a real earful.

Do you remember the words
your mother used?

She was very angry,
she called me spoiled,

a liar...
she refused to believe me

when I told her
I'd simply misread the price.

She accused me of tricking her,
of lying to her.

But the next day at school,
everyone was looking at my shoes.

I was so proud...

...and I said they were a gift
from my mother.

I said it with pride.

FATHER Here.

How did you know
I was interested in this book?

Ottavio, the bookseller,
recommended it to me.

Did you tell him it was for me?
- No...

...well, he figured it out.

I don't say anything and he doesn't ask.

Listen, Dad, I...

...I've decided to start a series
of meetings with a criminologist

who's giving three lectures here
at the university.

"Meetings"?

What for?

It's not for an evaluation
like during the trial, it's...

...for a study

this criminologist has been conducting
for years.

I think he wants to turn it into a book.

And he has to study you, does he?

No, he's met with other inmates too.

Don't worry.

What could happen?

Maybe this way I'll understand things
a bit better too.

I remember that meeting these people
made you suffer,

criminologists, psychologists,
you felt awful,

so much so that, in the end,
you'd shut down and stop talking.

That was a long time ago.

I'm better now.

She's much better.

- Come on, it's late.
- Relax.

- Hey, Dad.
- Oh, are you still like that?

I'll get dressed here, don't worry.

You all keep telling me, "Don't worry,"
which clearly means I am worried.

Everything will be fine.

Yes. Go see how far along
your sister is, come on.

Yes, maybe a little farther this way.

- Here you go.
- Done? - Yes, thanks.

- You're always late.
- Hi, Franck.

Help me with my bow tie.

Are you excited?

- Not really.
I don't believe you.

You're nervous and your neck
is all sweaty.

Katia, are you still like that?

The dress is here.
- Let me see.

It's the one from graduation,
you liked it so much.

I liked it ten years ago.

Elisa?

I don't know, she's locked herself in,
I tried knocking and she snapped at me.

You go and see, tell her to hurry up.

I'm going.

Elisa, may I?

Yes.

Are you still like that?
Aren't you getting ready?

Yes, I'll get ready now.

Can I get dressed in here?

Yes.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

You look upset...

I said there's nothing wrong.

You're upset because Franck didn't ask
you to be his witness,

aren't you?

You be his witness, Elisa.

- I don't care. Come on, let's go.
- Stay out of it...

...understand?

As you wish.

Thinking back about my family
left me feeling confused.

And... and maybe a little angry too.

Angry in what sense?

I agreed to work
in my father's company,

but... it was not at all
what I wanted to do with my life.

Are you referring to your father's
carpentry business?

The one you inherited with your brother?

Yes, exactly. That's where
it all began.

It wasn't my idea...

...it was my brother's project.

For him... it was his world,
not for me.

I tried to make it mine only because
I wanted to please him.

"Please him."

All my life I've tried
to conform to...

...what I imagined other people
wanted from me.

If I know... what people
expect from me

and I manage to fulfill it,

then I feel
that others acknowledge me,

that I exist in their eyes.

It's only in that way
that I no longer feel invisible.

Invisibility and anger,
that's where you began today.

And... perhaps these feelings
had already appeared

when you spoke about your mother.

Do you remember other moments when...

Yes, with my father.

He had placed great trust in me.

He was convinced that his wishes
matched mine,

that... my destiny was
in the family business...

...I don't know.

In truth, he never forced me
to do anything...

The day he enrolled me
in the accounting course,

I could have... stood up
and left...

...but I didn't.

You could say I...
freely forced myself.

"Freely forced myself,"
that's a fine expression.

A nice oxymoron.

Yes, I freely forced myself
to do what he wanted.

Join the company as soon as
I finished my studies and...

...and in the end that place became
the cause of everything

that happened.

In what sense? Can you...
explain that to me?

After I started working,

I found myself caught between
a rock and a hard place,

my father on one side
and my brother on the other,

arguing over how to run
the company.

Until my father, exhausted,
handed the business over to us.

At that point, my father insisted
that I should be the one...

...to hold 51% of the shares...

...and that I be the sole administrator.

I accepted...

...I must have been 20,
more or less...

...but I wanted to live up to it,

for my father to see
that I could do it, that I was capable.

Then my brother started
with his delusions of grandeur,

he ordered tons of timber...

...he dreamed of building
a new warehouse on the family

land.

Clearly, I couldn't say no
to him either.

What was your relationship
with your brother like?

Franck and I were very close.

Allies, you could say.

When I was little, he was the only one
who played with me.

He was always picking me up...
kissing me...

...we laughed together.

What is your relationship now?

There isn't one.

When my father decided to...

...come here to visit me as often
as possible, my brother...

...asked him to choose between him
and me.

"If you choose her,
forget you ever had a son."

My father kept coming
to visit me

and my brother... never...
spoke to him again.

And my father never saw
his grandchildren again.

You've spoken about your mother,
your father, and your brother...

...but never about your sister.

Because, to me, my sister no longer existed.

Not for a long time.

When I was little, I was closer
to my brother than to her.

Then when I was 15,

she left to live
her own life, on her own.

We had grown up with a certain idea
of family, of being united,

and she rejected all of that.

And I resented her for it.

So I built a wall between us,
me on my side and her on the other.

She got close to us again

when the company was about to go
bankrupt... to help us.

And...

...with your father, may I ask
what you talk about

when he comes to visit you?

We never talk about...

...about what happened,
if-if that's what you mean.

Our relationship began
after... after the incident.

Sometimes I think we should,
but... he never talks about it,

so... I don't say anything.
- Of course, I understand.

Um...

Forgive me for interrupting
your story, but...

...I think that... out of respect,
both from me and from you, toward your sister...

...we should start saying
"murder."

Let's stop saying "the incident."

You committed a horrible,
irreparable act...

...and we must not forget that.
Do you agree?

Good morning.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Can I have a coffee? Black, strong?

Can I have that muffin too, please?

I ran into your father at the station,

but I don't think
he recognized me

because I was in plain clothes.

My father has always been
a bit absent-minded.

You could have gone up to him.

My father always enjoys talking
to Italians.

I didn't feel like it because...

...some articles have come out
about you and... I didn't know

whether he had read them or not.

They say that now you can work
outside, though...

...the legal time limit has passed,
you can apply.

They can rest easy...

...I have no intention
of asking for day release.

Katia, we have to go.

You should go back to the doctor,

so he can give you something
to stop you throwing up... every time you eat.

So he can tell me for the millionth time
that it's stress?

As soon as I calm down, it'll pass.

Come on, get ready.

An appointment
to show the house in the evening?

How can she? What can she see at night?

She works during the day,
she can only see it in the evening.

Why aren't you going with them?

No, there's no need.

Dad, stay here. It's better
if you stay with Mom, okay?

As you wish.

Besides, she seemed like
such a nice person on the phone,

this lawyer... attorney?

- Damasio.
Damasio, right.

Come on, let's hope that tonight
this woman finally decides

to buy the house...

...so we can finally put
this whole story behind us.

There she is. That must be her.

Come on, let's go inside.

We'll turn on the lights
and she'll see us when she arrives.

Elisa?

How did the meeting
with the lawyer go last night?

Hey, are you listening?

- Dad, I'm sleeping.
- I called you a thousand times.

Sorry, I didn't hear the calls.

Where's Katia?

Mm, I don't know where she is.

She must have...

...she must have gone back home to sleep.

I don't know,
the lawyer was late,

she said she would stay there
and wait for her.

She said she'd call you,
didn't she?

And then she left? Why?
Did you argue?

You know what Katia's like...

She sent me a message...

...she said she went back home
to sleep

and that the lawyer never showed up.

Then let's call this woman,
maybe something came up,

I don't know,
we can set another appointment.

I don't have her number...

...I always called her
from Katia's phone.

Then call your sister.

All right, I'll call her.

It's disconnected.

She must be sleeping.

Lucky her, being able to sleep in.

When she wakes up, she'll call you.

Bye, Dad.

- How are you?
- Fine, you?

Fine.

Eli, what is it?

What's wrong?

I heard the newspapers have started
talking about me again.

Don't think about it, let them talk.

You're worried about me,
I don't even pay attention to it.

Anyway, there is good news, right?
You could ask to go out.

When the time comes, we'll see.

Look what I brought you.

I hope it makes you happy.

Have you seen Franck again?

Not a chance... you know your brother.

Clara gave them to me last week,
when we met...

...grandparents understand each other.
- They've grown so much.

You know, with the criminologist...

...we're talking a lot about the past.

About Mom...

...about the family, about Franck...

...about me and you.

It wasn't always easy between us,
was it?

Bonjour.

At 20, you became the sole administrator
of the family company?

Yes, that's right...

...and when everything started
going wrong,

no one asked me
how I felt.

Everyone blamed me.

"How is this possible, how could you,
what have you done?"

Even to my brother,
I was the one responsible.

And the word "fail,"
"having failed"...

...what feelings does that bring up in you?

I couldn't bear being seen
as a failure in the eyes

of my brother and my father.

I felt the company's failure
inside me...

...it burned deep within my body.

And my brother kept repeating
that it was me

who had driven the company
into ruin, do you understand?

That it was me.

Do you know what hurts me the most?

It's that...

...if I had said to my father:

"Dad, I need help...
I can't manage"...

...maybe the company, in the end,
would have gone bankrupt anyway...

...but everything else would have gone
differently.

But I was obsessed with the idea
of being seen as the cause

of all our troubles.

And that's when I had the idea
of placing the blame

on my sister...

...that's when I thought of the letter.

What letter?

A letter I wrote
on the computer

with a completely
made-up story,

pretending to be her

and saying that she was the one
who had manipulated me.

So you wrote a false letter,
pretending to be Katia?

Yes.
- Is that right?

- And then you sent it to your father?
Yes, I mailed it myself.

And so in this letter...
Katia said she had manipulated you?

Yes, I wrote that she had
manipulated me,

that she had... that she had made me
open an account in her name...

...and that because of that,
the company had gone bankrupt.

That's how I trapped myself...

After mailing the letter,
I said to myself:

"Shit. What do I do now?
Something doesn't add up."

"What do I do about Katia?"

"How do I convince her to support
the version in the letter"

"that I wrote and signed
in her place?"

And when you wrote this letter...

...was your sister still alive?

Yes, I wrote it...

...when she was sedated and locked
in the house that was for sale.

I swear I had no idea
what I was supposed to do.

Um... Forgive me, but...

...why did you choose your sister?
Were you in conflict with her?

No... no, not at all.

No, she was living her own life,
she had...

...she had distanced herself
from the family...

...she had nothing to do with us.

During our last meeting,
you stated

that... you resented her precisely
because of that.

Listen...

...I don't know how you'll take
the proposal I'm about to make, but...

...as I told you, generally speaking,

I always plan a cycle
of three meetings per inmate.

But you've only just started
to remember and...

...I've thought about it a lot
and I believe it would be... useful to go deeper...

...and continue our meetings.

What do you think?

Here we are.

That explains why she isn't answering
her phone. She's gone on the run.

No. Katia wouldn't do that...
Mom. Don't you understand?

She wrote it plain as day,

Katia ran off with the money
she took from the accounts

- of our company.
- Elisa...

...is what it says here true?
One day Katia came to the office,

and seeing how worried I was
about the company's situation,

she offered to help me.

I felt the weight
of the responsibility...

...she told me
not to worry, that...

...that she would stand by me, but...

- ...it's clear she manipulated me.
- In what way?

She convinced me to open
a joint account,

connected to the company,

from which she made payments
that only she could make.

Why didn't-didn't you
tell me?

Because I trusted her...
she's my sister.

After all, you've always
trusted her too, haven't you?

Just as we trusted you
by handing you the company.

And look at the results.

We have to go to the police right away...

Enough.

First you blamed Elisa,
now Katia...

...think about what you did
with your delusions of grandeur instead.

I'm not bringing the police
into something

that concerns our family,
is that clear?

There must be an explanation.

Let's wait for Katia to come back.

She'll decide how things went.

Hey.

How do you feel?

Where are we?

You're at home, stay calm.

Here. Drink this.

Drink it all, come on.

I see myself again
behind the wheel of my car,

driving back and forth
like a madwoman,

between my parents'
new apartment

and the old house...

...where I was keeping my sister locked up
and sedated with Lorazepam.

I had to keep everything under control,

...I had to come up with an excuse
every day to disappear...

...while my parents were looking
for my sister...

...and then pretend
to look for her with them too.

Zanetti?

Everything okay?

Zanetti, what's going on?

Yes, sorry. I'll be right there.

You had me worried.

Lucky I was the one on duty.

Besides, Karbusi was...
a tomb,

she didn't bat an eyelid,
she worked for two.

Karbusi cares a lot about me...
we help each other, basically.

Zanetti, I-I can't reconcile
the image I have of you

with... with what I read
in the papers.

I can't believe
you could have...

Yes.

I was capable of it.

Mrs. Zanetti?

Hello?

Is anyone there?

Is anybody here?

Ma'am, it's me... It's Elisa.

Ah, Elisa.

Um, I was worried,
I saw the smoke

and I was about to call the fire brigade.

With all the weeds
that had grown...

since you put the house up for sale
and moved away...

That's why I came,
to pull up the weeds and burn them.

Good for you.

E-everything's fine,
I'll finish up and go.

I got scared.

No, everything's fine,
thanks for your concern.

Well, that's what neighbors do...

God, ex-neighbors...

...anyway, I'm sorry
you're selling the house.

"Since we began
the meetings,"

"I've been trying to piece together
my memories,"

"after my conviction,"

"thinking back over all the events
described by the judge,"

"the only explanation
I could give myself"

"was that I had killed my sister
in a fit of rage."

"Whereas now,
my memory has changed..."

"...it's as if I'm reliving those moments."

"I feel emotions
I had repressed."

"I was only afraid, it wasn't anger,"

"it was a fear
that took my breath away."

"Fear of being found out,"

"fear of what my mother
would think,"

"my father, Frank, if Katia
had told them the truth..."

"...that she hadn't been the one
who wrote the letter, I had."

"With everything
that would have followed."

This is the first time
you've spoken about fear.

Because it's the first time
I've seen things this way.

And it's harder to admit
that it was fear...

...rather than a fit of rage.

It took courage to reopen
the drawers of your memory with me.

No courage, Professor...

...no courage at all.

Maybe I only did it... only
out of necessity.

I've never had courage
in my life...

...only fear...

...especially of myself.

- Are you afraid of yourself?
Yes, of myself.

Because I had the strength to take
someone's life

because I wanted one of my own.

And the most terrible thing was
that when I came home,

after killing
and burning my sister...

...I put my head on the pillow
and I felt at peace.

A peace I had never felt before...

...and that... that I have never
felt again in my life.

You are starting to change.

However, if we accept...

...that the trigger
that set you off was...

...fear, this...

...this suggests a kind
of plan.

A "plan"?

Yes, as if in your mind you thought

that by killing
and burning your sister,

all the trouble, all the problems
you had created would disappear

or... would dissolve.

And from a certain point on,
you act on fear...

...on the endless wave
of your feeling

of being... exposed...

...that others would discover,
according to your perception, of course,

that you are a failure.
That word is the key to everything.

The failure of the carpentry business
becomes your personal failure.

You said so yourself
in an earlier meeting.

Excuse me, but I'd like to stop here
for today, if you'll allow me.

We've reached... a crucial moment,
a turning point.

I want to leave.

As you wish.

I've thought a lot about you
these past few days.

I've read your books...

...you write about other criminals
like me.

And I asked myself:

"What drives him to meet
people like me?"

Your question challenges me...
deeply.

But... right now I think it is
more important to talk about what

is emerging from your words.

You keep talking about me
and not about yourself.

I asked you what drives you.

Mrs. Zanetti, you are about
to take back your story.

I am convinced that anyone who commits
an irreparable act like yours

must not remain nailed
to the crime they were convicted of.

You still haven't answered me.

Goodbye, Professor.

They question you,
they follow me everywhere.

There must be a reason...
the police aren't stupid,

- and neither are we.
- Will you stop it?

No, I won't stop it, I won't stop it,
I won't stop it!

Drop me at the bank...
the appointment with the manager.

Close it.

And then... you were the one...
the last one to not see Katia, right?

When you went
for that lawyer

to show her the house.

From that moment on, we never
saw Katia again,

so tell me what happened.
- I've told you a thousand times...

Your father must have called you dozens
of times that evening,

why didn't you answer?
- Because I didn't hear it.

Why didn't you answer?

I didn't hear the calls,
I told you!

You don't understand what this means!
- Lower your voice.

- I will not lower my voice!
Shut up. - You shut up!

So, you have to tell the truth.

You don't want to tell them? Fine.
Tell us!

Tell your father! Huh?
He always defends you.

But I know you, you know,
I know you!

I can't take it anymore, look,
I can't take it anymore.

Zanetti... everything okay?

Zanetti?

Everything all right?
- Yes, everything's fine.

- Hi.
- Hi, Dad.

- You're early.
So are you.

Listen, I don't have... time today.

What's happened?

There's a girl at the bar who... got
sick, she didn't show up.

Sorry, I'm really sorry,
if I'd known earlier I would've told you.

It's all right. If you have to go, go.

Yes.
- We'll see each other next time.

Okay.

I brought you some muffins...
the girls make them,

the ones from the bakery,
they're delicious.

Thank you.

Maybe you can eat them during
the trip...

I'm sorry.
Don't worry.

- No, I'm sorry.
These things happen.

Yes, but...

The important thing is that you're well.
- Yes... come on.

- Bye.
Bye, Dad.

Bye.

Zanetti?

What are you doing here?

Is your visit over?

Yes, I'd like to go back in.

- How come?
- I-I don't feel very well.

I'll have you taken to the infirmary.

No, there's no need,
I'd rather go back in.

- All right, I'll call the female officer.
No, really, there's no need.

Go on, she'll be here now.

Mr. Zanetti, good morning.

Good morning.

Your daughter won't be coming today.

Again?

She told me to tell you
she'd like to be alone for a while.

- But is she all right?
Yes, yes, everything's fine.

Listen...

...can you give this to Elisa?
Some books and a notebook.

Of course. She'll be pleased. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Mrs. Elisa Zanetti
came to the gendarmerie

to report her sister,
Katia Zanetti,

who had disappeared a month earlier,
for theft.

This delay in reporting it
made us suspicious,

so we searched the Zanetti family homes.

Both the one where they lived and the one
they had put up for sale.

At the back of the house
that was for sale,

we found the charred body
of Katia Zanetti.

And when you found
the body, did you suspect

Elisa Zanetti?

Yes, thanks to the hidden microphones
placed in the Zanetti home,

we heard an argument
between the mother and her daughter.

Hearing the sounds
of a struggle,

we intervened immediately.

Once inside, we saw
Elisa Zanetti

trying to set fire
to her unconscious mother's body.

Just as she had done
with her sister's body.

Her mother got away
with a minor burn,

we arrested the defendant

and from that moment on, she completely
stopped answering

our questions.

Anais!

Anais!

Anais!

Anais!

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

Please sit down...
thank you for coming.

- Would you like anything?
No, thank you.

- Are you sure?
Mm-hm.

You wanted to see me?

Yes.

I wanted to explain why I attended
your lectures.

I read one of your books...

...about young offenders.

I wanted to understand,
I hoped I would understand.

What I would like to know,

what I looked for
in your books...

...I don't believe you can...
give me in any way...

...but I wanted to be sure.

Last winter, my son...
was on his way home,

after saying goodbye to his friends
at a party.

He came across a group
of thugs

who were harassing an elderly woman
sleeping on the street.

He went over... to tell them,
well, to leave her alone.

He must have spoken to them politely...

...smiling...

...and that smile, they...

...couldn't stand it.

They unleashed all their
violence on him.

They stabbed him several times...

...and left him there... to die.

It was the elderly woman herself
who called for help,

and in the end they were all arrested.

They were a gang of kids,

like the ones my son
worked with as a volunteer.

I even went
to their neighborhood...

...I don't know why.

Who knows...

...what I was looking for...

...maybe to know a little more
about the people who had taken from me...

...the person...

...dearest to my heart.

It did me no good to look
at evil...

...as you say... no good at all.

- Did you try to talk to them?
- No.

During the trial,
some of them wrote to me.

I never read those letters...

...but I didn't destroy them either...

...I was afraid that in the letters
they might ask me for forgiveness.

The pain and resentment I feel
toward them...

...I need them.

They sustain me, they support me.

Do you understand?

I wanted to understand. I hoped I would understand.

All I felt was guilty
about my resentment.

You... made me feel
guilty.

You have every right
to feel hatred and resentment...

...it is legitimate, I understand, but...

...allowing yourself the possibility to understand

how... a guilty person came
to commit evil...

...can be a way for victims
not to remain trapped in the hatred

they feel. Without, by doing so,
discrediting their pain.

Only the words of the guilty...

...only the words of the guilty.

Because my son, the victim,
no longer speaks.

I understand, madam,
your son was...

No, that's enough, excuse me.

You are courageous.

We shall now read
the sentence.

The defendant is charged with
the crimes of kidnapping

and murder of her sister
Katia Zanetti,

as well as attempted murder
of her mother,

by trying to strangle her
and set her on fire.

To clarify Mrs. Zanetti's
criminal plan,

I add that she pretended to be
Attorney Damasio

to distract the family from the sale
of the house.

This court therefore,
taking into account the mitigating circumstances,

as presented in the Defense
expert report,

of proven partial incapacity
to understand and intend,

certified by a malformation
of the right frontal lobe of the skull,

compatible with amnesia...

...sentences Elisa Zanetti
to 20 years' imprisonment.

The session is adjourned

and the records will be filed
for the parties' access.

Good morning.

Thank you.

Thank you for agreeing
to see me again...

...and I'm sorry I behaved
so badly.

No, it's nothing... don't worry.

Let's go.

Please, have a seat.

What I had inside was
impossible to say.

Sometimes there are no words left.

Only facts remain.

"My idea wasn't to hurt her,
only to buy time."

"My sister had to disappear
temporarily."

"The hours passed, the days..."

And now... and now?"

"Then I thought
I had to convince her..."

"...reveal my plan,
what I had thought up."

"And for once, for just once
in my life,"

"I tried to create an alliance,
to ask for help."

"The problem is that, when I reduced
the dose of Lorazepam..."

"...to talk to her, she began
to understand."

"She was furious..."

"...she railed against me."

"Then she calmed down..."

"...and, as affectionate as only
she could be, she said to me:"

"Elisa, you're not well,
you need help..."

"...let's go to Dad together
and tell him the truth."

"If she hadn't said that sentence,"

"maybe she would still be
alive... maybe."

"I can't know."

"The fact is that the truth she wanted
to tell Dad was..."

"...that I was unwell..."

"...and that was not possible."

"In that moment, I broke."

"Katia had made the mistake
of looking at me..."

"...and she saw me for what I am."

"In that moment, I completely
lost control..."

"...and everything happened
automatically."

"I didn't realize
what I was doing, that's the truth."

"I just wanted her to be quiet."

"Nothing else mattered to me."

"I wanted her to stop talking."

"I put my hands around
her neck."

Do you want me to read it?

I'll read it aloud because
I think...

...it's important that you hear what
you wrote.

Do you agree?

"I put my hands around
her neck,"

"she managed to break free"

"and ran out to the back
of the house."

"I caught up with her,
put my hands around her neck again"

"and squeezed harder."

"So hard that when I let her go,
she had lost consciousness."

"When she fell to the ground...
she hit her head..."

"...and I panicked..."

"...I tried to help her,
but... she wouldn't respond."

"I understood right away
that I had killed her."

"Maybe in that moment,
a part of me said:"

"All right, let's try to salvage
what can still be salvaged."

"By now Katia is gone,
the letter is in my father's hands,"

"maybe I can still turn
the situation to my advantage."

"There was a can of gasoline
for the lawnmower,"

"I poured it over her,"

"then... I lit a cigarette
and threw it onto her."

"She caught fire, and I can't say
whether it lasted thirty seconds,"

"a minute, a minute and a half...
I don't know."

"All I know is that during
one brief instant,"

"as if I had woken up,
I said to myself:"

"What are you doing?"

"So I took the water hose
to put out the fire,"

"but it was too late."

"I covered her with a tarp,"

"one of the ones we used
to cover the wood,"

"and I left."

"I went back to my parents' house
and there,"

"there was a silence inside me
that I have never felt again,"

"as if nothing had happened,
not even the bankruptcy."

"Suddenly...
everything was intact."

You watched her burn.

Yes.

Was she screaming?

No.

She must have been unconscious...
right?

I pray every day
that she wasn't...

...that she wasn't still alive.

That she didn't feel anything.

Your testimony is precious...

...but I think we should build
a new story.

Starting from the fact
that now you... remember

...and...

...perhaps it is possible
that... you always remembered.

There is no amnesia.

I wanted to kill her...

...I wanted to do it.

When you say I'm changing...

...I would really like to be able
to believe you.

Because I don't like
what I was...

...deep down...

...I don't even like
who I am today.

Listen.

Even if there are some inconsistencies,
you have begun to tell your story.

The more we try together to understand
what happened,

the more you will be able to look
ahead...

...without running away
from your responsibilities...

...without being constantly
overwhelmed by the guilt...

...which it is right that you feel.

And so, in the end...

...you will be able to honor
your sister's memory.

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