Heaven Page #2

She says the carabinieri

get a discount, too.

What the hell are you saying?

I have taught

who have already been

in rehab.

There have been deaths

in the school.

This is what I have been

writing and writing...

and writing and writing

to you about!

Forget the business,

the computers...

There is no record

of any letter...

no record of any calls.

Nothing.

I have

copies of those letters...

in my apartment.

Now, initially

I sent them by mail...

but then I just

brought them in myself.

I have receipts that have been

stamped by the carabinieri.

We'll check.

Hmm?

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?

Yes.

In the top drawer of your desk?

Yes.

Six letters to your husband,

dated between 1994 and 1997.

Three letters,

postmarked last year...

from your sister in England.

- Mm-hmm.

- Two wedding rings...

and a postcard from a student

sent three weeks ago.

That's all.

No.

No, no, that's not right.

Signora!

Signora. Sit down.

Whose signature is this?

It was signed by Maggiore Pini.

You signed this?

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?

Nobody helped me.

I've had enough of your games!

How did you get the bomb?

Answer me!

I found it in my apartment

after my husband died.

I suppose... someone he...

Were there really two children?

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?

- Your pocket.

- 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.

What's next?

I'm keeping an eye on her.

They still think

she's just a fanatic.

Good.

Are we safe?

For now.

But it would be better

if something happened to her.

I spoke with my brother.

He's 11 years old...

and he's one of your pupils.

He told me that

he likes you the most...

of all the teachers.

He told me that

you are a good person.

I believe that.

That's why I want to help you.

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please record that you agree...

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