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The Archangel of Passion

Apathy.

The only thing doctors don't say is that it simply means "without passion".

When In this silent way It turns people one after the other into vegetables...

...why should I wait till I'm next?

Athena...

I allowed myself a deadline, tilt I run out of petrol.

I know that if you ever recover...

...you will make up an excuse for my death...

...for those that will survive.

I must not go up on the roof, though.

My last glimpse of Athens must be as always.

Behind the blinds.

Aris?

How's Athena?

Is she much worse?

Come.

We're recording yours in there.

Serenity.

It's the first time my music relieves me of something.

I like I that they're recording my music without me.

As if I'm already nonexistent.

The petrol, however, will fast till daybreak.

Assholes!

What are you trying to hide?

In that case why would I try to hide it?

To prompt the question.

Well?

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking that I would like to slip my hand under your clothes.

And then begin to lower it slowly...

...and approach sadistically...

...ignoring uncontrollable moves which your pelvis will make...

...while trying to shorten the distance.

Look, since I don't know you very well can I ask you a question?

The last time you got laid was John Wayne alive?

Uncontrollable moves, my pelvis?

Wanna bet?

When I was a girl I always placed this kind of bets with myself.

First it was about a literature teacher at school.

My bet was that...

...If hadn't managed to make love to him until my birthd... day anniversary...

...I'd kill myself.

Then, It was with a boyfriend of my mother's.

I can see now I...

I placed too many bets with myself all the time.

What if you lost?

I always did.

You did?

Not possible.

Why not?

There was no chance I wouldn't keep my word.

Why did you bet then?

The important thing for me is...

...the procedure not the purpose.

If you don't care about the purpose then tell me when to stop.

When.

No, I won't stop.

I said cut it out!

Try this on that blond corpse you fuck, not me!

Don't be a beast, stop it!

I don't want to come.

Fuck you, you lack passion!

You don't know what passion means.

Fuck, no... I'm coming...

Take no interest in me from now on, all of you.

We couldn't wait for you. We only have an hour. Studios live on disco as you know.

I've just come from the hospital.

She fell into a coma again but this time they say she won't recover.

I don't know what passion means...

I wish I could speak, even if only about apathy.

That would be enough.

Pity.

Shall I put this back in on the outside?

You heard about the blond corpse?

I'm sorry I didn't know.

I just said that.

A coincidence.

Is one to blame?

When conforming, one's always to blame.

Day by day she was dying out and I thought she was as the day before.

Is that why you're in darkness?

Got anything better to do in this shitty place?

Yes, leave the keys on the outside.

Will she come round?

She still menstruates as usual.

The day my first record came out...

...all newspapers had the same photo on the front page.

A 14-year-old French girl.

Aphrodite.

The only survivor of 187 passengers of a plane that crashed into the sea.

Two days In an area full of sharks.

Scandalously favoured by luck.

It was quite a challenge.

I went out and bought a set of chess.

But she was really pretty.

The Press was crazy about her for years.

I've kept all the clippings.

Every time I'm about to take a significant decision, I think of her.

So how many days are left till your birthday?

Yes?

Well, how many days?

Thirty.

Only my bet is not to make love with Aphrodite, it's a word.

A word she must tell me before midnight on my birthday.

And what's that word?

One that'll be worth a 30 days' extension.

That'll be worth the journey.

So it's Paris?

My fingers have started getting numb.

It's my life for one word.

Luck and myself.

Why didn't you knock?

When looking for Aphrodite, we usually knock once.

You gave yourself away.

Turk?

You're absolutely crazy, are you?

Do you ever sleep?

Eat?

Drink?

There's a restaurant nearby that's open all night.

Coming?

You chose Black. You're in trouble.

You want to play diagonal? That's bollocks to begin with.

You Greek assholel

You're nothing more than a son of a bitch.

Think you can impress me with the way you play?

Not a chance.

Why have you come?

Do you even know, yourself?

Do you know why you chose Black?

The gunshot woke you up too?

Oh, I forgot...

You never sleep.

I'm sure that when you're making love...

...you suckle on your thumb.

Shoo tat...

...tuckle...

I just expected you to be a fiercer opponent.

All these boxes here look menacing.

Me too.

We should start conversing one of these days.

Do you live close to the Acropolis?

He's crazy, he wants me to burst the balloon he gave me.

This reminds me of an old Indian custom...

...Potlatch.

A present being destroyed at the time it's being offered.

It's ridiculous.

They sometimes even strangle their slaves as soon as they get them.

Strange, isn't it?

A present of no value, actually.

Will you buy me another one?

Now you have to prove that you're very generous.

But you never really mentioned a deadline...

That's not possible.

He even has an opinion, that jerk!

If not for me, he'd still be eating crepes with his shitty innovative pals.

See you after inauguration.

OK, little boss!

Aris my boy, did you hurt yourself?

It's 8 o'clock.

Oh no, no, no...

It's 9 o'clock!

He asked me why we don't have any children.

He wasn't capable of asking me anything else.

It's a good thing we differ in something, isn't it?

Welcome to the league of the Damned!

The rhythm is too fast.

It's not, that's how he wants it.

What does the metronome read? -115.

Raise it to 119.

Fuck! Why do I have to repeat myself?

Make love to me.

Bitch...

If you knew how much I love crawling before you, you'd forbid me to do it.

I like the fact that my language has no other value for you but to arouse you.

I only know how to make noises.

Like those pigs you've always liked transforming us into.

I have killed.

The Death of Aphrodite?

Come out, please.

Go back to your country.

You can't spend the night here. It's prohibited.

Will you say something?

Eat? Drink?

No, look...

I'm too far away. I can't drop by the hospital. I want you to do me a favor.

Yes, Mr Aris, name it.

I want you to place the receiver next to her.

By her ear. And go out of the room.

How do you mean?

Okay...

...but...

All right, Mr Aris.

Nurse...

Yes?

Thank you very much.

You're welcome.

I sent you a tape with a new piece of mine.

I hope one day you'll have the chance to listen to it...

...before they erase that too.

They think you don't dream any more that's why they've left you in peace.

I'd give anything just to be with you right now.

Athena, I wouldn't like to skip any of your tales.

Well, right now it seems to me I'm not leaving anything great behind.

I didn't even find the time for "The Daughter".

Perhaps some...

Some sort of integrity, maybe...

Perhaps you could have...

Why, I don't even have that.

But then I don't have anything else, either.

Do you now understand why I cannot come back?

I am sure ancient Greeks made the statues with their arms cut off.