Julie gets up from the bed and, still somewhat clumsy in her movements, removes the flowers (a beautiful blue bouquet) from a vase on the table. She judges the weight of the vase in her hands - it is heavy enough. She leaves the room carrying the vase. Night, the corridors are empty. Julie sees the light on in the nurses’ room and, beyond the light, a bend in the corridor. She walks past the nurses’ room, stooping a little. She sees the Nurse leaning over a tray used for preparing medication. She follows the bend in the corridor, passes the toilet. Around the corner there is another corridor leading to a window. Julie approaches the window, stops at the appropriate distance, and with difficulty - because of the plaster - cast - takes a swing, throwing the vase at the glass. A crash, the shattering of broken glass. Julie backs away to the toilet. Through the half-open door, she sees the Nurse run past. She leaves the toilet and enters the nurses’ room. She looks around, finds the medicine cabinet. It is locked. Julie looks around, sees a small key beside the medication tray. The key fits the cabinet. Julie opens the cabinet, finds a bottle of Rohipnolem. She empties out a handful of pills. She is in a hurry now. She locks the cabinet and puts the key in its place. She hears the nurse running towards her. She stands beside the door. The nurse bursts into the room. Excited, she does not notice Julie. She grabs the telephone and dials. She speaks a little too loudly.