The metro's crush of bodies provides cover for Leonardo Conti's roaming hand. He's a hunter in this urban jungle, his prey the unsuspecting women pressed against him. His fingers inch closer, his breath hitching as he makes contact. The women stiffen, but he's emboldened, his touch becoming more insistent. He's oblivious to the growing unease around him, lost in his perverse pleasure, until a harsh voice breaks through his fog, "Hey, what do you think you're doing?"