- Everyone out! - A foot!!!
There she was, like Perugia herself.
I would deliver her justice.
Guilty!
Foxy Knoxy. An American Witch.
You know what my lawyers told me?
Rudy Guede robbed a nursery school five days before the murder.
They got it all wrong.
Amanda wasn't there.
She doesn't have anything to do with it.
I'm terrified to hope.
It's killing me.
She's innocent, you know.
My job is to see darkness...
...and bring it into the light.
What is this? This is utterly inappropriate.
She's reaching out.
Reaching out? To what end?
This is-- no. This is not done.
Please remove it.
It's not Anthrax, I assure you.
You've grown to love her. I see that.
I also see how it blinds you. To what she's capable of.
I will not be ensnared.
But, what can she possibly want from me?
What does it say?
I imagine if you open the thing, you'll find out.
Mr. Mignini. I have long wanted to reach out to you.
I have always hoped to have the opportunity to get in touch with you...
...outside the interrogation room and the courtroom...
...where we were forced into the adversarial roles given to us
by the judicial system.
Prosecutor and defendant.
Amanda.
After the third letter you sent me, I couldn't not answer you.
No one in my career has called me "My Prosecutor."
No former defendant has embraced me as you did.
As for talk of the trial, we can't go back in time.
But I have not stopped reflecting since then.
And while I appreciate your openness,
I will never, ever allow that my professional conduct be distorted,
even partially, in the name of "understanding."
Sincerely, Dr. Giuliano Mignini.
No, the police cannot suggest.
She's crying?
You're here!
Look at you!
Were you followed?
No, I don't think so.
Oh, the baby!
Hello, Mrs. Mellas.
Welcome.
We must go, we don't have much time.
Is he here?
Not as yet.
Christopher, you can wait here.
Come this way.
Hello, Amanda.
My Prosecutor.
You came.
You came. From across the world, for me.
You have butterflies?
Excuse me?
In your stomach.
Um... yeah, I guess.
You brought the little treasure.
I don't like being away from her.
Of course, of course.
Shall we sit?
Come, Amanda.
If you want to go first...
...I'm here to listen whatever you--
Ladies first.
Whoops. I'm sorry.
I've prepared some notes...
You made a terrible mistake.
And I, and many other people, suffered unnecessarily because of it.
You deprived Meredith's family of closure.
You wrongly imprisoned innocent people.
And you painted me as a sexual deviant
and killer in the public imagination.
It's okay, Amanda.
But I learned something from that experience.
I learned how easy it is for us to see only what we want to see.
To flatten others into cardboard characters...
...into devils...
You know that I'm innocent.
I confirm the position I took as a prosecutor.
I decided on the basis of the acts.
Look, Amanda...
In life, you can make mistakes.
And I could have been wrong about some things.
It's also true there's the judicial truth...
...and then there's the real truth.
We can only do...
...our best to ensure that the two truths coincide.
Two truths?
One truth. I'm innocent.
You know, today is the anniversary of the day I lost my father.
He loved opera.
His favorite was Puccini's The Girl from the West.
It was playing in Florence.
He borrowed his friend's car to drive to see it.
He was run off the road by two motorcyclists racing against traffic.
He died because of lawlessness.
And I grew up without a father.
It has been the greatest wound of my life.
And then there is us.
Bound by this case.
I condemn you, and you reach out to me, and we meet.
It is most extraordinary.
Only a thing done in books.
I don't think it is a coincidence that today, of all days...
...my very own Girl of the West has appeared.
God sees we both suffer.
I see that you suffer.
You're a man cleaved in two.
Real truth...
...and judicial truth?
The prosecutor and the man?
To be opposing oneself.
To walk the world as two things that never meet...
That must be so hard.
I wouldn't be able to live like that.
My soul in unrest.
I'm sorry.
I should go and feed her.
Of course.
No duty is more sacred.
I must go too.
I have plans.
Well.
Eureka is beautiful.
A gift from the heavens.
She's transformed you, you know.
Motherhood will do that.
It hasn't transformed me, actually.
Who you see is who I've always been.
Shall I see you out?
My husband.
And this is Eureka.
My baby.
Maybe we can walk a bit?
Sure.
Let's go.
It's just...
We're in Gubbio.
Finally, eh?
Yes.
Gubbio, finally.
Seemed only right.
Because I wanted to wear a skirt.
You had this romantic trip to Gubbio planned for us.
You made me feel like I was in a romantic movie.
And I wanted to dress the part.