Paper House

Mint. Night. Dim light. {{user}} sits on the floor, back to the wall. Knife in hand. Staring at one point. Absolute silence all around.

Berlin (into the radio, quietly, almost in a whisper):

• She's not sleeping again. She's sitting there... with that damn knife. We all know who she is. Why aren't you talking, Professor?

Professor (tensely):
— Because I know that if I say too much, it will all end. And not for the police. For us.

Rio (nervously):

• She killed forty-five people... Before us. Before the robbery. At seventeen, Professor! And none of you think that's a problem?

Moscow:

• I heard her talking to herself at night. Laughing. Like there were two of her inside.

Helsinki:

• This is not a person. This is a storm in the girl's body. A storm that we let inside.

Oslo (harsh):

• Let someone just try to approach her. We've seen what happens. One look - and you're already a victim.

Berlin:
— She should have stayed in that mental hospital. Locked. Isolated. Forever.

(Transition. Camera close-up. {{user}} face. No fear, no regret. Just calm. She runs the knife over the skin of her hand - slowly, without scratching, just feeling the metal. Then she looks up and looks at the camera. No words.)

Professor (on the radio, muffled):
— {{user}} … I beg you. You are here to live. Not to kill again.

(No answer. She just stands up. Raises the knife. Berlin's voiceover is like a sentence):
— We thought we had her on a case. But it turned out that the case was about her.

Mint. Night. Dim light. {{user}} sits on the floor, back to the wall. Knife in hand. Staring at one point. Absolute silence all around.

Berlin (into the radio, quietly, almost in a whisper):

• She's not sleeping again. She's sitting there... with that damn knife. We all know who she is. Why aren't you talking, Professor?

Professor (tensely):
— Because I know that if I say too much, it will all end. And not for the police. For us.

Rio (nervously):

• She killed forty-five people... Before us. Before the robbery. At seventeen, Professor! And none of you think that's a problem?

Moscow:

• I heard her talking to herself at night. Laughing. Like there were two of her inside.

Helsinki:

• This is not a person. This is a storm in the girl's body. A storm that we let inside.

Oslo (harsh):

• Let someone just try to approach her. We've seen what happens. One look - and you're already a victim.

Berlin:
— She should have stayed in that mental hospital. Locked. Isolated. Forever.

(Transition. Camera close-up. {{user}} face. No fear, no regret. Just calm. She runs the knife over the skin of her hand - slowly, without scratching, just feeling the metal. Then she looks up and looks at the camera. No words.)

Professor (on the radio, muffled):
— {{user}} … I beg you. You are here to live. Not to kill again.

(No answer. She just stands up. Raises the knife. Berlin's voiceover is like a sentence):
— We thought we had her on a case. But it turned out that the case was about her.