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THE BOOK ARCADE

A glass of water.

Police.

A young man with short hair.

He asked for a glass of water.

Few minutes ago.

He drank it and disappeared. - He ran towards Pezmazoglou St.

I'm sorry.

Weren't you on TV last night, in that program about books?

Inspector Nikas.

Theofilos Palios, publisher.

I know, I know.

I'm rather familiar with...

I'm a detective fiction enthusiast.

I don't specialize in detective fiction.

I know...

In the program I watched you mentioned some of my favorite writers.

Such as?

Such as Patricia Highsmith.

Patricia Highsmith...

in my opinion is not a dectective fiction writer.

Is that what you think?

Interesting!

I apologize for the inconvenience.

The young man is a well-known offender.

A heroin pusher.

And within the Book Arcade! There's no respect anymore!

Really nice to have met you.

I hope we meet again under more convenient circumstances.

Once more I apologize.

We beat Chicago.

I'M TIRED OF KILLING YOUR LOVERS

"I'm tired of killing your sweethearts"

I love the title.

I had no idea this was a famous phrase from "Carmen".

It's a phrase Don Jose says to Carmen.

But "sweethearts” never end.

They have no special depth either. They're flat...

...insignificant roles while Carmen is unique.

Only he who kills Carmen is relieved.

People consider bibliophiles to be puritans.

Puritans, to put it mildly. Saints is more likely.

I guess you're right.

Writers seem to live a rather aseptic life.

To write something about life...

one must seclude themselves from life.

Isn't that strange?

It is, indeed, strange.

As well as the fact that policemen have a certain respect for fiction writers.

But the strangest thing is that bibliophiles...

...think of policemen as incapable of feeling what all other people can feel.

You're quite right.

I watched you on TV.

You too?

Looks like all Greece is watching TV.

I ran into you while zapping.

You were with a nice oldie.

That nice oldie is a great writer.

I was only watching you.

I was trying to understand some gibberish you were talking about.

And what did you make of it?

That you were a suave speaker.

How do you mean...

...suave?

Means that you're a lady charmer.

I liked one of your phrases and I took it down.

Beauty...

...is an enigma.

Just like you.

Meaning?

You're so beautiful that one's afraid of looking at you.

At the club they not only look at me...

They undress me with their looks.

I'm afraid to look at you.

Maybe that's why you're a lady charmer.

This is the last cheque you're getting from me.

See that it gets cashed.

I'll drop by your place so we can talk. I have an appointment right now.

You needn't drop by. We have nothing to talk about.

- Look, aunt. I have some problems. - What problems?

The singer walked out on you?

What singer? My problems are of financial nature.

Is that why you look being in love from miles away?

How do I look?

Don't believe women.

Their mind...

...is a great enigma.

I don't believe in her mind.

I believe in her body.

And she?

She...

believes in my mind...

and probably not in my body.

Poor Theofilos... You're neither the first, nor the last one.

Excuse me.

Now there's a girl for you.

Dawn will soon be about...

...got this horrid pout...

...Swaggin' alcohol scorin' my own goal...

...I'm all down and out...

It's a new day breaking...

...brand new words I'm faking...

...it's another morn, same old life as torn...

...further bullet-taking...

Yet another dawning...

...and the haze's drawn in...

...adios to the night, heart is now alight...

...harboring the flaw in...

A new day when I hope...

...I've a reason to cope...

...for another morn in a world of thorns...

...someone to take care of...

That's you, love...

...my beauty...

...lonly..

...get plastered for you...

...my write-off...

ty... ... my duty.

...lonly..

...have a longing for you...

Yes?

For Miss Sia.

Thanks.

Yes.

They're marvelous.

Thank you.

No, today I can't.

Shall we talk on Monday?

Around noon, yes.

OK, bye now.

Oh, what a nice bouquet!

You look like a spy.

The spy who froze in the cold.

Are you hiding?

Not to be seen with me?

Who are you hiding from?

From your lovers.

And how were conquests today?

Quite a few.

But I dumped them all for you.

Unshaven as always.

Is that how book writers play handsome?

I don't write books.

I publish them.

You don't drive?

Good. I'll do the driving.

I'm crazy about driving.

I'm a very good driver.

I like it to be night and raining...

and me driving.

And not thinking about anything.

Once I got as far as Thessaloniki for no reason.

But you don't drive so you cannot understand this, can you? You can't.

What exactly?

That one can get to Thessaloniki for no reason.

You're drunk.

You may take advantage of the fact.

Well, you were right.

What about?

About night.

And about rain.

It's nice to be traveling and not thinking about anything.

Are you rich?

Just a sec.

Don't be uncomfortable. I like rich men.

Very much.

But I don't like you for being rich.

I like you because you're a writer.

I'm not a writer, I'm a publisher.

Same thing.

Yes?

Yes.

Yeah, I'll be there in half an hour.

Yes, I ran into something.

Urgent.

Yes.

A cheque, in my name.

Theofilos Palios.

OK.

I'm on my way.

Theofilos, how can one be called that?

- Don't you like it? - Not at all.

Got it!

I'll call you Teo.

I don't want you to call me Teo. My name's Theofilos.

And mine's Athanasia. What do you think "Sia"'s from, CIA?

Who would ever pay to watch the legs of an Athanasia doing backing vocals?

Many!

I find Sia sexier.

And I'm gonna call you Te-o.

On Monday, your day off, how about a trip to Andros?

My aunt has a house. Empty.

Monday is booked.

Monday, I can't make it...

Tuesday I can't either...

On Wednesday...

On Wednesday I can.

Then it's settled. Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday.

For this week I'll be your exclusive sponsor.

CIA stands for treason, mate! (Old political catchphrase)

My novel's a modernistic one, of course.

You only publish oldies' books.

What's to be expected from people who have one foot in the grave?

You don't seem to be listening. I want you to listen.

I came to you because I think highly of you and you're inattentive.

I'm not, I'm listening to you very well.

I'll read your manuscript carefully, you can be sure of that.

I wrote a novel on the consequences of love.

Others have also done it before you, you shouldn't feel unique.

Yes but I did it in a unique way!

Ismene!

There you have it! Even your secretary has an ancient name.

My whole family has ancient Greek names.

Ismene, Myrtle, Jocasta...

My father had a passion with Ancient Greece.

You see? We're not living in Ancient Greece, Mr. Palios (Old).

Any calls?

They called from the bank. About the cheque.

You must do something or they'll cancel it, they said.

All right, dial this number continuously.

If they answer hang up and call my mobile.

Are you leaving?

You have two appointments at 2.

I can't possibly. Postpone them.

I can't, I don't know where to reach them.

I came to you 'cause I think highly of you, don't forget that.

Let some fresh air in this room. In all this mould.

'I call you when I've read it. I hope you can be the fresh air, I promise you.

"His beautiful wife had velvety eyes indeed.

It was so long that I hadn't heard such distinguished voices.

Refined people surely have a way with words

which can be embarrassing and which simply frightens me.

Especially their wives. They're, however, phrases insignificant and verbose.

But well-polished like old furniture.

Their phrases can be frightening.

However painless.

You worry about sliding on them with an answer. "

Louis-Ferdinand Celine.

"Journey to the End of the Night". Unique!

“If only I had met Molly earlier!

When there still was time for me to take this or the other way.

Before losing my enthusiasm for this whore, Myzin...

...and that other chicken poop, Laura.

"But it was already too late for me to make youth, 1 didn't believe any more.

One ages fast and in an irrevocable way.

You suddenly realize the way you've learned to love your unhappiness

without wanting to.

It's nature that's more powerful than you, that's all.

It tests us on a particular kind of life

and later you cannot get out of this kind. ”

I'm tired...

...of killing your lovers...

...I'm tired...

...of wanting you passionately...

...1 took a fall...

...like a little child in your glances...

...which now pretend...

...to be looking indifferently...

Kamikaze...

...this gazing look that looks so muzzy...

...and disconcerts a vacuum drowsy...

...a look that takes the stabbing thrust...

And it judges...

...that kamikaze look that grudges...

...the man who willfully indulges...

...in gloomy darkness of distrust...

...night's hefty dusk...

On this wonderful book...

any comment sounds like distasteful music.

Life...

lived by all but experienced by no one in the first person...

is, as widely accepted, unlearnable.

One can learn a language...

a craft...

a science or a city.

That's what the author finally confesses...

that's why, although he was granted the intellect of his age,

he sounds like a gifted child talking.

We better read some extracts.

"What is a love unexpressed?

Only air...

To love, one needs discourse...

texts...

the flesh of words...

literary oestros.

Since failure is guaranteed...

one may undergo whatever they feel they desire.

Of what use is a guide among the blind?

The meek one is not in search of a guide...

...because he by instinct knows... " - Aunt!

You're leaving?

- I have a rendezvous. - But we must meet and talk.

Then call me.

- I'm coming tonight. - I'll be expecting you.

"Happy love...

has no storytelling.

It's nice being rich.

I'm poor myself.

But I lived in luxury.

Then it's the same.

It's not the same... but I don't care.

I love luxury.

Perhaps that's because I had nothing as a child.

All people want to go back to their childhood.

I would do anything not to go back. Even vocals without a voice.

Wanna know a secret?

I'm in love with you.

Head over heels.

Head over heels!

I don't believe you.

But I'd like this moment to last for an eternity.

Eternity can wait for now because I have to go to work.

Why, what time is it?

It's late already.

Isn't it how heroines in books speak?

Wanna hear a secret too?

That's to prove that I trust you.

Although you may hate me for it.

In the club where I sing...

the voice is not mine.

Whose is it?

It's the voice of another woman.

My voice is awful and off key.

You don't believe me, do you?

It's a fine idea for a detective novel.

It's not a novel, though.

I provide the body...

It's already enough.

...and she the voice.

"She would start her song in a charming low tone...

it was like nought...

like all dance songs...

and then it made a heart bend with sorrow as if while listening we lost...

all our disposition for life.

It was so true... that nothing comes to nothing,

youth and all...

So we tended words with care

and had a yearning for that sweet country of death.

Fast moving ones, like fog...

Those were voices of fog. "

"Voices of fog. *

1 like it when you read for me.

"Voices... of fog".

Only I sing in the spotights.

And the voice is not mine, it is the voice of another woman.

I'm singing playback, you see?

You know what playback is?

Good morning!

Mr Theofilos?

Were you on a trip?

Where did you go? - Not far.

Depends how you look at it.

Anyone called? - Did they now? Well...

From the pressroom, they're not sending the book unless they get paid, call them.

That boy about his manuscript... - Fuck the boy. - All right, the bank...

called twice about your card, there's no cash in your account, call them too.

Yesterday I paid for a bounced cheque. With my own money.

Ismene, I forbid charities.

Why did you do that?

So it wouldn't get cancelled.

I'm sorry.

Mr Theofilos?

I wish I could pay all your debts.

I'd gladly do it.

"This is no life...

There's eros, Barthamus!

Oh, Arthur!

Eros is infinity at dogs' disposal

and I have my dignity. "

You, here?

I'm looking for a friend's apartment. 1 got the wrong floor.

And you?

My aunt lives here.

'Bye.

It's you?

You're sleeping?

I've asked you to call before visiting. Come in.

A fine welcome!

You forgot you've given me keys?

To use in case of emergency.

It's not my fault we're the last two family members left.

- Sweet as always! I come to see you... -You come only when you need money.

I've brought you the last one.

"I'm tired of killing your sweethearts"

It's very good, you should read it.

I don't read oldies.

Just young...

or dead ones.

Come on. Out with it.

The company...

...Is in crisis.

Quality is our prestige but does not sell.

It can only last for a short time, it's just that...

we need to have some support, the sums are minor actually...

Theofilos...

I'm tired of supporting a publishing house for you to play with. It's over!

I don't give a damn about your books.

I have no more money to waste. I'm not a bank. Deal with it yourself.

Try areal job for a change.

Aunt...

Books are a real job.

I just need a small loan.

Neither small, nor big. You can't count on me anymore. It's all over.

I'm drowning.

This time I'm in real difficulty.

You're a born loser. If you played poker you'd know it.

Am I missing something?

In poker if you can't tell the idiot in a group,

then there's a big chance the idiot is you.

Kind as always.

I just tell it like it is.

And if you must know I don't like your slut.

- What slut? What are you saying? - I very well know what I'm saying.

Did you know that some singers sing with someone else's voice?

Not singers, then. We call them "flowerpots”.

"Flowerpots” usually...

...sing playback.

You have visitors.

You appear and then disappear.

Like a comet.

To keep you from boredom.

I want to be bored by you.

Deadly.

Deadly.

Your fans gave you the day off today? - You don't like it?

- Why are we getting wet? - I'love the rain, I've told you so.

Are you afraid we'll melt?

Who was that black Mercedes man?

A friend of mine. Can'tl have any friends?

You went with him.

And we dined, I'll be damned! Are you tailing me?

I called your mobile all night in vain. Why did you go with him?

You knew I was waiting. - He asked me to dinner.

I didn't mean to go but... I finally said "yes", don't know why.

Quite an excuse!

It's the truth.

Why have you come with me today? Aren't your fans enough for you?

They're not.

I followed you, yesterday and the day before.

Every single thought...

every single hope of mine...

every future plan I make has to do with her.

My time is divided into...

the days I am with Sia...

and the days when I expect to see her.

It's like I'm a sick man.

Love is a sickness.

Therefore people in love spend most of their time in bed.

I consider you to be a lucky man.

Balzac used to say that passions are rare.

Just like masterpieces.

I'm not leaving that easy.

Animal!

Search all you want, you won't find a thing!

You've taken more than you're worth.

It was nice when I fucked you, was it?

Why do you think I fucked you, for your beauty? - Stop it.

Shut up! Stop!

Get out! Get lost! - No, I won't leave that easy!

Get lost!

I can't stand seeing you, get lost!

- I'll go to prison, you understand? - I hope you go to hell, too!

Aunt!

Aunt!

Aunt!

Yes?

This is Theofilos Palios.

There's been a murder.

19 Aristippou St, Lycabetus.

Sixth floor, a penthouse.

It's my aunt...

I won't touch anything, all right.

But please get here fast.

Mr Palios...

My condolences.

Atypical theft murder.

The corpse will be taken for forensic inspection.

We'll let you know about the funeral.

Leave us a phone number.

We'll need a statement from you, too.

These will all be after the long weekend, of course.

Now you may go.

Our men will check for fingerprints and the flat will consequently be sealed off.

Don't forget your briefcase.

Thank you.

Ismene?

My aunt's been murdered.

1 don't know.

Few hours ago.

...I need to see you.

At "Polis" Bar in an hour.

Mr Theofilos...

Is something wrong?

You look a mess!

My aunt's been murdered.

Your aunt?

When?

Dunno, few hours ago.

Pour me a drink.

A strong one.

A double cognac.

Unbelievable!

Who killed her?

A theft murder.

Theft?

Unbelievable.

Unbelievable.

Mr Theofilos?

How did it happen? It's horrible!

Ismene, I went through a nightmare.

I can't go home alone, I'm too stressed.

I need some money for a short while.

That's why I called you, I'm really sorry...

I have no one else in the world now.

I managed to draw this with my card from my account.

It's enough, thank you.

I'll pay you back next week.

I'm counting on a good amount payable next week.

So we'll pay off all our debts too.

Ismene, you're my guardian angel.

Nr Theofilos, I can put you up in my place for a few days, I live alone.

No, Ismene, look at me...

I'm a mess, I'm no good company.

Perhaps you could keep my briefcase at home?

I'm afraid I might lose it, the cheques are in there.

It's locked.

Where will you go for three days? It's a long weekend.

I'll go to Andros.

My aunt has a house...

I need to get some images out of my head.

I'll call you as soon as I'm back. - As you wish.

I'm tired of...

...eliminating your guilt trips...

...that oldest shrew of a guilt...

...it was I who pictured it...

...1 suspended myself...

...like a shadow from your miserable Sundays...

You may wait for her in the dressing room.

No, I'll wait here, thanks.

Kamikaze...

...that gazing look that looks so muzzy...

...and disconcerts a vacuum drowsy...

...a look that takes the stabbing thrust...

And it judges...

...that kamikaze look that grudges...

...the man who willfully indulges...

...in gloomy darkness of distrust...

...night's hefty dusk...

- What are you doing here? - Looking for you.

Didn't I tell you I don't want you here where I work?

Sia, a horrible thing's happened.

Won't you introduce us? Surely it's the flower gentleman.

The flower gentleman, my voice.

God granted me the voice and Sia everything else.

- You have a divine voice. - I'd trade it for "everything else"!

Sia, baby!

I've just flew in from New York and came straight here.

What are you doing on Monday?

Let me introduce you. Mr Theofilos Palios(old), publisher.

An old friend of mine.

We're both old, you see.

When one goes hunting, they lose their seat, the French say.

Unfortunately it's the truth.

You are so pale.

Is anything the matter? - My aunt has just been murdered.

On Monday, Sia and I are attending the funeral.

"In the tiny square...

we entered that cafe that seemed to be the cheapest.

Tania allowed me, for my consolation and out of gratitude,

to kiss her wherever I liked.

She loved drinking.

On the tables around us, night owls were already sleeping.

The clock at the top of the small church started chiming the hours

again and again non-stop.

We had reached the edge of the world.

It became more and more obvious.

We couldn't go any further because there was nothing...

...but the dead. "

Are you afraid of me?

What are you?

A good or an evil thing?

A good one.

Who ever fears good?

The two of us cannot even get as far as Andros together.

Goodbye and thank you very much.

Oh and another thing you may find of use.

Mrs Palios often had a visitor who whistled Boccherini's minuet off key.

Mmm, interesting.

Can you describe him?

I never saw him. I only heard him.

Off key.

Do you know Boccherini's minuet?

I once saw the film with Alec Guinness.

- "The Ladykillers". - Exactly.

A wonderful tune!

A soda.

No ice.

Mr Palios is a regular.

Isn't he?

This is practically his office.

But I haven't seen him since his aunt's assassination. - I know, I know.

The tragic events.

I think highly of him.

We had met here some time ago.

If you remember...

- No one forgets the mug of a... -Cop?

Especially if he's holding a gun, too.

You know what Al Capone used to say?

You can get much farther with a kind word and a gun

than you can with a kind word alone.

Hello, Jordan!

This Jordan...

What's it from?

From lordanidis.

Vasilis lordanidis.

Bill Jordan.

I used to play some basketball as a child...

So...

That murder...

it was all for a theft?

Did you know her?

Me?! How could I possibly?

You think the killer will be found?

The killer was an amateur, he left his fingerprints all over the place.

Sooner or later he'll be found.

Good morning! Two cappuccinos.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

We've introduced ourselves before. Inspector Nikas.

Nikas?

Like the salami brand?

I guess you can say that.

I walked up in hope of meeting you.

A haunch!

I imagined that we could probably chatter a bit on detective fiction.

I can see you're busy.

Never mind. Some other time.

Ever seen an old film with Alec Guinness?

This tune was in it.

Today I learned that your aunt's killer probably whistled this tune.

If you remember, the film was titled "The Ladykillers".

You remind me of the novel "The Perfume of the Lady in Black" by Gaston Leroux.

Surely Mr Palios is familiar with the author.

Naturally, he's the one who wrote "The Phantom of the Opera".

You're very well informed. I wasn't wrong about you.

Perhaps you don't know he's also the writer of "The Secret of the Yellow Room”

the originality of which lies you know where?

Where?

It turns out that the killer is the Police Inspector.

I hope some other time I'll have the honor of having a soda with you

and chatter about books.

A policeman who's into books?

That's a nice one!

What should a policeman occupy himself with, in your opinion?

Dunno... with crimes.

You could for example occupy yourself with the case of Tee's aunt's murder.

But that's exactly what I'm doing, Miss...?

Sia.

Who would ever believe it, not in my wildest dreams...

that I'd be working on this case which brings me so close...

to such an important man as you! - Yes but I've given 3 statements already.

I know.

How long does it take you to find the murderer?

There are investigations that last for months

and murderers who get finally arrested many years later.

Out of pure luck, too!

Not my words...

Commissaire Maigret says so.

If 1 can be of any help... at your disposal.

I may need your help.

For me, whenever I may meet you, professionally even, it'll be a great joy.

And a great honor.

Good morning.

How was it in Andros?

Good, good.

Very good, I tried to relax, to not think about anything.

Any calls for me here?

Oh, Mr Theofilos, nothing but! I don't know what to tell them anymore.

Be patient, Ismene. We'll soon pay off all our debts.

Tell them that I am abroad.

In a few days they'll get their money.

Call me on the mobile.

The Police called twice.

The Police?

Yes.

A certain Inspector Nikas.

He said you know each other.

When was that?

Yesterday and again this morning.

If he calls again, give him my mobile.

Only to him.

The funeral?

When is it held?

They're asking over the phone.

First there'll be an autopsy... and then...

Dunno.

I know nothing, I'm... I'm at a loss.

Thank you.

Be careful!

Why are you here? Didn't we speak on the phone at noon?

Didn't I tell you we're dining with the owner tonight?

The owner!

Ah, you're crazy.

Isn't it your birthday today?

Happy birthday.

You're crazy.

I'll call you.

People believe that one commits suicide for one reason.

But they may do it for two reasons. Or more, for that matter.

A dog may have flees and lice at the same time.

For a ladies' man...

...you surely are romantic.

Teo...

Sagapo. (I love you)

I don't believe in future tense.

Theofilos! How long has it been!

Quite a lot. Since my mother's funeral.

Come, come in, dear child.

I read about your aunt in the newspapers.

My condolences.

Thank you.

A good thing your mother's not alive. She wouldn't bear all this.

I've come to you...

You're the only jeweller I know.

Your mother had all her jewellery made by me.

- 1 know. - All her gifts, too.

Your mother was a real fine lady.

A very sweet lady.

You know what I called her?

I have this one here...

from my mother.

And I'd like an assessment made.

This isn't mine.

Strange, I haven't made this, I don't know it.

I knew all your mother's jewellery.

Very well made!

The brilliants are fine...

You want to sell it?

What can I say?

I'd give 4 million or so.

But you can ask elsewhere, too.

No need to ask elsewhere, I trust you completely.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Inspector Nikas.

Good morning.

Good morning.

- Am I interrupting something? - Not at all.

My secretary told me you called.

I was about to call you myself.

Yes...

Hello, Jordan.

Hasn't Teo shown up?

Will you make me a cappuccino?

Do you believe there's happiness in this world?

"Happiness on earth would be to die with pleasure...

and complete with pleasure.

All the rest is nothing.

Just fear which you dare not admit to. "

What you're saying's right. You found it yourself?

Yes. Within this book.

Ever since you started seeing Mr Theofilos,

you're constantly reading.

Constantly.

Why?

To keep me from thinking.

Nice ring.

You like it? Teo gave it to me.

There he comes.

- Hello'

Ready to go?

Are you coming with us?

I'll have a coffee with Jordan and then go home to work.

Unfortunately I'm at an age when...

one knows what's lost with every passing hour.

You know what Shakespeare says in "Richard Ill"?

Al first I wasted time...

...and now doth time waste me.

Which means that for us the apples are baked already.

Real pretty.

Like someone else's wife.

You know what Al Capone used to say?

You can get much farther with a kind word and a pistol than you can...

with a kind word alone.

This means that "a kind word" is indispensable, right?

Even for Al Capone.

Inspector Nikas?

I can offer some help with the case of Mrs Palios' assassination.

1 know who killed her.

You know what Al Capone used to say?

Never use both legs to measure a river's depth.

Almost Heracletus.

I'm glad your escort is coming as well.

"After work" you said?

What work might that be?

She's, eeeh...

a singer.

I mean, a dancer.

I mean a singer.

At the beginning of my career I once had the chance to frisk...

the sexiest female singer in Greece.

I won't mention the name... The Service requires discretion.

A fringe benefit of the profession, I imagine.

Oh, well...

Our work is most of the time unpleasant, not at all like in detective novels.

Those are preferably to be read.

That's what I think, too.

By the way...

Something I meant to ask you.

That jewellery box of your aunt's you've mentioned in your statement,

how did you realize it was missing?

Look...

My aunt was quite a stylish woman.

She insisted upon keeping her jewellery in her apartment...

so she wouldn't have to go to the deposit box when she needed it.

Women... They're the same in all cases.

I think she had found a good spot to hide them.

She always put the jewellery...

in a big vase.

Typical.

That evening...

I found the vase...

broken on the floor...

without the jewellery of course.

Did you search to see if your aunt had hidden the box elsewhere?

No, I didn't dare touch anything.

You did touch your aunt, though.

I tried to bring her to.

I know, your fingerprints were found.

What's peculiar is your fingerprints were not found on the phone receiver

after you called the police, not anywhere else either.

I know...

I wiped the fingerprints off the receiver.

For what reason?

Look...

I was shocked.

I didn't know what I should do.

When I called the police I was told not to touch anything...

whereas I had already touched the phone.

And your aunt. I mean, your dead aunt.

Hello!

We were waiting for you and talking of cabbages and kings.

Thanks.

I won't order anything. Haven't you finished?

I'm beat.

We can leave whenever you like.

I can't stand staying up, I usually go to bed with the chickens.

It was a great joy for me you invited me to dinner.

You splurged so much for me.

But I wouldn't pity you.

I can inform you off the record that in a few days you'll be a wealthy man.

Your aunt is naming you as the sole inheritor.

The will is being officially made public in a few days but

I couldn't deprive myself of the joy of being the first to tell you.

Theo?

That calls for celebration!

You'll take us out with the Inspector one night and have a ball, shall we?

Of course.

One of these days you'll need to make a supplementary statement, we'll call you.

But again? Won't this thing ever end?

Every silver lining has a cloud! (sic)

With the publication of the will, for investigating authorities, officially...

you are the main suspect.

Suspect?

You can't be serious! Why's that?

But it's strictly official, you needn't worry.

Now there is a motive.

Don't spoil your mood with such nonsense.

You became rich in the blink of an eye, go and celebrate.

Don't worry, I'll see to this matter personally.

I was told that the night of the murder there was a windstorm...

and the French door of the apartment was found wide open.

It was very windy.

Perhaps the vase was knocked down by the wind.

Really marvelous.

You could hold the entire show by yourself.

Without music, too.

For a policeman... you sure know how to talk to a woman.

I apologize for insisting to meet you at this late hour.

I thought you went to bed with the chickens.

Not when I'm on duty.

Is anything the matter?

I need your help.

A few days ago Mr Palios gave you a ring.

On my birthday.

It was your birthday?

Many happy returns.

Thanks.

This ring may help us demystify the murder.

This ring?

Oh, yes.

One diamond ring, with a large brillant in old-fashioned binding...

Such rings cannot possibly exist in jewellery shops today, can they?

I think not.

As far as I know, it belonged to Teo's mother.

Mr Palios must be loving you very much and justifiably so.

Whom do you suspect, Mr Nikas?

Everybody...

and no one.

There must have been some mistake. You know, anonymous accusations...

are daily reaching me at the office and they all need verification.

I wanted to confirm a suspicion of mine but I was wrong.

You are very beautiful.

And this ring looks better on you than anybody else.

Perhaps you'd like me to see you home?

Thank you, someone's waiting for me.

A misconception.

I'm sorry to have bothered you and many thanks for the show.

A new day when I hope...

...I've areason to cope...

...yet another morn in a world of thorns...

...someone to take care of...

That's you, love...

...my beauty...

...lonly...

...get plastered for you...

...my write-off...

...My duty.

...lonly...

...have alonging for you...

The flower gentleman loves me! He truly loves me!

And I'm crazy about him!

You know who visited me at the club last night?

I've stopped counting them, they're too many.

Inspector Nikas.

I've noticed he's flirting with you.

I never knew you liked cops.

He came to see the ring you gave me.

What?

The ring?

What the hell's the matter with this ring? Teo...

You killed your aunt?

Look at me, do I look like a killer to you?

You killed your aunt!

The policeman's courting you.

It was obvious from the start. He's always around us to get statements

but only has eyes for you. And you're wagging your tail.

You're even jealous of the policeman. You're a sick man!

I should've known you killed your aunt! - 1 didn't kill her!

- Then when did you get this ring? - Stop it!

A room for the night.

No 704.

In Seventh Heaven.

I know something bad's going to happen.

I'm worried, Teo. - Don't be.

I'm worried about you.

When I'm holding you I need nothing else.

What is this?

Could it...

Could it be love?

Could it be love?

I had started believing you couldn't recognize love.

You?

I know it's too late for a visit.

Aren't you at work?

We're closed on Mondays.

Shall we go in?

Of course, forgive me.

Out! Come on, out! Out!

I spend my hours with these.

Sit.

Let me get you a drink.

Hey, policeman...

I'll ask you a question.

And I want an answer.

Did Teo...

kill his aunt?

Unfortunately...

You're not wrong when you say that.

For what reason?

For the inheritance.

Mr Palios had debts.

Bad checks, lots of things...

He was living above his means.

His cards are overdrawn from expensive hotels and luxurious restaurants.

You have any proof?

It's only a matter of days.

What can ll do...

so that you bury all this proof? For you it's easy to do.

You love him so much, then?

Oh but you, too, Inspector...

You're not of no interest to me.

Not in my most private dreams...

'Bye, Sia!

You're hiding, too?

Thieves hide...

Do policemen hide as well?

Has Mr Theofilos shown up?

Not for a week.

We have a date, I'll wait for him.

Will you have a drink?

A cup of tea.

Is it true that Mr Theofilos...

murdered his aunt for the inheritance?

What?

Come again?

Come on, don't play ignorant.

It's all over the Book Arcade!

He looks guilty from miles away.

You...

Haven't you noticed any changes in his behaviour?

- Ismene, what happened? - Leave me alone!

Mr Theofilos...

I don't care whatever you've done! I can hide you in my place.

If someone tells you...

..."I'd like this moment to last for...

...an eternity”...

Wouldn't you believe she's in love?

You are drunk.

You're ranting.

You're in danger, I can hide you at home.

Sia's going steady with a cop.

Can you think of it? She left a publisher...

...only to fool around with a cop!

Mr Theofilos...

I really don't care.

Whatever you may have done.

I can justify you.

I want to tell you something very important.

I am in love with you!

Teo?

Sia stands for treason.

Nikas knows all about you.

He knows nothing.

A jeweller made a statement concerning a brooch.

1 didn't kill her, Sia.

Nikas won't talk.

He swore to me.

We're leaving Athens for a while.

The club's closed for the season.

Teo...

You must forget about me.

I can't believe you've fallen for a cop.

I never believed that I could fali for a writer either.

Why not for a cop, too?

I've told you over and over again, I'm not a writer and my name's not Teo!

Forget about me.

One day you'll understand.

{ don't believe in future tense.

You are lucky. You seem to be loving her very much.

The measure of love is to love with no measure.

What you said was nice. Did you think of it?

No, Saint Augustine did.

I destroyed the jeweller's statement. There's no incriminating evidence left.

Interrogation's moved on to new persons now.

The fingerprints found in the penthouse

are almost exclusively monopolizing the investigation.

I hope you're satisfied.

You're so nice.

To not arouse suspicion in the Service I said I was seriously ill and that...

I must go to England for medical tests.

1took a month's leave.

I am ill.

I would do anything for you, anything!

Sia...

ll don't want you to see him again.

- 1 won't. - Swear it.

I've put my career on the line for you, perhaps even my head, too.

I'm not going to see him again.

Did I scare you?

Very much!

The flower gentleman!

I'm sorry but...

I'm looking for Sia.

She doesn't work here anymore. The show's over.

I'm rehearsing for the next one. I'll be doubling some other girl.

Perhaps you know where I can find her? It's really urgent.

She may have left for London already. She had told me she would.

Thank you kindly.

Mister...?

Teo.

Mister... Teo...

I know all about you.

Sia's like a sister to me.

Sia loves you.

A lot.

She went with the policeman to save you from jail.

No one ever does this.

No one in the world.

Hello.

Yes?

Yes.

When?

I've resigned myself from the case for health reasons.

I'm at the airport. I'm flying to London.

Yes, OK 'bye.

Teo...

surrended to the Police this morning and admitted to his guilt.

Let me go! Don't touch me!

- What's with you? - Don't touch me, I hate you!

I did what you asked, I didn't tell on him. He turned himself in.

Perhaps it was guilt. Or jealousy. For jealousy spreads on life like a cloud.

So much for trusting a cop!

I swear on my life.

I did not tell on him. I love you.

And I detest you! Get of my sight! You dirty cop!

All my life I've been dreaming of going on a trip with a woman, like in films.

Don't spoil this for me, it's part of the deal.

Leave me alone!

Go back home, to your novels and your murderers.

Even your touch makes me sick! - It's not true, it's not!

It is! It's the truest truth of all.

How could you ever believe I fell for you?

I did it all for Teo! All of it!

Sia...

...stands for treason...

The magistrate granted this.

The trial is over. A life sentence.

A jealousy murder...

...I beg the judges' pardon, should not be punished.

Because it is the brave resolution of a drama.

Thank you.

I have evidence proving your innocence

and even from prison I'll do all I can to vindicate you.

It is very likely that the murderer is a person we're both familiar with.

Although Sia does not exist anymore...

and we are a couple of write-offs.

What would love and beauty be worthy of...

...if they couldn't write two people off?

"Our life's a voyage.

In winter and in nighttime.

We're seeking a way out to the sky where no light exists. *

Yours?

No.

It is a song of the Swiss Guard, written in 1793.

English subs by neverever for 'tik (May 2016)

For the Tribute to Nikos Panayotopoulos