All language subtitles for I.Fotografia.1986.1080p.BluRay.x264.AAC

IKONES and the GREEK FILM CENTER
present

THE PHOTOGRAPH

Starring CHRISTOS TSANGAS
and ARIS RETSOS

ZOZO ZARPA
DESPINA TOMAZANI

CHRISTOS VALAVANIDIS
MARINA DELIVORIA

YANNIS TOTSIKAS

STRATOS PACHIS
ORESTE TSANAKIS

GIORGOS KALATSIS
METAXIA DELIOU

KOSTAS MARKOPOULOS

Image
ARIS STRAVOU
ARNAUD DESPLECHIN

Music
CHRISTODOULOS HALARIS

Lyrics
YANNIS KAKOULIDIS

Song performed by ELIA FILIPPOU

Background and costume
NICO MELETOPOULOS

Editor
DELPHINE DESFONS

Sound editing
ALEXIS PEZAS

Production managers
FARID CHAOUCHE

NIKOS GIANNOPOULOS
GIORGOS SAMIOTIS

Executive producer
PATRICK GRANDPERRET

Screenplay and direction
NICO PAPATAKIS

Castoria, September 1971

- I've finished.
- Do the other shoe again.

As you wish, Mr. Costa.

I'm Soula Apostolou's son.
I came to see Mr. Doukas.

Who's she?

A piece-worker for your boss.

- Did she send you?
- Yes.

There's no work.

It's not about work.

He's not here.
Wait outside if you like.

Elias?
I know your mother.

Your mother told me
you finished the army.

I don't know you.
I came to see Mr. Doukas.

I know you have to be careful

after your army ordeal.

I'm glad you managed
to get a passport.

It's best you leave.

Why do you want Doukas?

I want Gerasimos Jivas' address
in Paris.

- Why?
- To find work there.

But he's inhospitable.

He's my mother's only relative.

I forgot.

They say he's made money there.

He sends some to his parents
every month.

Soon Doukas will go

to the bank for it.

Do you know him?

Yes.

Regards to your mother.

If the boss doesn't give you
Jivas' address,

go to the Bonne-Nouvelle
train station,

all the furriers are there.

They'll tell you.

Remember Bonne-Nouvelle!

It means "good news".

Mr. Doukas! One moment, please!

I'd like to know
Gerasimos Jivas' address in Paris.

I'm going there to look for work.

You're the only person he trusts...

Please give me an introductory
letter to him.

Are you joking? He's illiterate.

You scum, with your communist father!

Your mother would have starved
without me!

Wife of a communist!

We're not communists here!
We're capitalists!

Tell her that Gerasimos
is in America.

But you're going to the bank
to withdraw his money.

On your way!

Write no more lies

Make a fool of me no more

What a great and heavy burden

How sad!

My name is Joy...

The singer's photo was taken
20 years ago!

How sad!

My name is Joy...

What are you doing there?

What are you staring at?

Doukas told me to go to hell.

He wouldn't help

the son of a communist.

He said that you owed him
everything...

and that Gerasimos has gone
to America.

But he was on his way to the bank
to withdraw

Jivas' monthly remittance.

Harilaos told me that.

Then it's true.

He abused me

under the sign
"Greece for Christians".

It should be "Greece for Tyrants"

If we all become

Christians like Doukas,

it would be better
to get out of here fast.

Tomorrow you'll go
to Gerasimos' village.

But it's at the end of the earth!

Is Paris closer?

Go and ask his parents
for their son's address.

They'll give it to you.

If he's gone to America,
you'll go too.

Into the lion's den again?

Didn't I suffer enough in the army?

Better to be in a well-fed lion's den

than in a hungry one's.

It's the same everywhere.

You have no choice.

Do you know where
the Jivas family live?

They've been dead for 2 years.

Go on!

This way.

- Your parents?
- Yes.

Photos from the cemetery?

They're the graves of Maria
and Costas Jivas,

buried in 1968.

Here are the death certificates.

Are they really dead?

They're buried.

Then Doukas is a grave-robber!

Gerasimos doesn't know.

Now I don't need
an introductory letter.

I'll find him
at Bonne-Nouvelle in Paris.

It means "good news".

You won't be bringing him good news

and that worries me.

I didn't kill them, mother.

I'll tell him Doukas is robbing him.

He'll trust me...
I'll save him money.

You've been saving for years
so I can go.

I'll pay you back.

I'll return in a Mercedes.

I'll show them who I am.

I'll send you my news
through Stella.

You're from Adonis Doukas?

Yes. I just flew in.

Give me your order and go.

I've got important papers.

He knows where to send them.
I don't believe you!

He'd go to prison for these.

I have to give them to you
personally.

It's about your parents.

Let me in, you won't regret it.

Come in.

Leave your suitcase outside.

Gerasimos Jivas,
I'm sorry to announce

the death of your parents in 1968.

Here are the death certificates.

Dirty liar! Thief!
Get out of here!

I don't believe you!

I'm going to check this.

If you lied,

you'd better be gone
when I return.

Come in.

What's the matter?

Are you sick?

I won't bother you
to send money again.

What's your name?

Elias Apostolou.
My father was your mother's cousin.

Come in.

Come in!

Leave your case there.

Sit down.

That's my photo.

Yes, take it.

I have no cognac,
as is customary for funerals.

My mother sent some.

She knew you wouldn't have
the necessities here.

Fate decided

I would bring you bad tidings.

I ask you not to hold it against me.

How could I?

I'm sorry you didn't come
before they died...

that I didn't bury them...

with my own hands.

I'll never forgive myself.

I brought you photos

of your foster parents' graves.

You also adopted them...
not by choice, but by love.

Love, which parents would wish

from their real children.

Foster parents are like volunteers
in the army:

the first to sacrifice and to love.

I deserve no praise.

They gave me more than
real parents could give.

Your devotion was that
of a big-hearted person,

a heart filled with gratitude
for those who loved you.

May they rest in peace.
God bless their souls.

Who's the girl in the photo?

My sister.

She's 22 years old and unmarried.

What's her name?

Joy.

I tease her:

"How sad! Your name is Joy."

She sewed your mourning band.

How did you know Adonis
was stealing from me?

I saw him go to the bank

to take your parents' money.

In the village I saw their graves.

You didn't come here just for that.

I came to find work.

Then you have no work permit.

What can you do?

I've been a waiter and a valet.

My mother didn't want me
to learn the fur trade.

It takes time.

Tomorrow I'll get up early.

You can stay here.

Try to sleep.

Don't worry,

you'll manage.

Why'd I say you're my sister?

I'm surprised he believed it.

I called you Joy...

because you're joy itself...

like your song.

You're my lucky charm.

There's not enough work
for two people.

I'll take you to Bonne-Nouvelle.

You'll find work there.

Until then you can stay and eat here.

Hello, Adonis...

It's serious.

Someone will call by.

Yes, Elias Apostolou.

He came for Jivas' address.

It's him!
Did he find it?

I don't think so.

Spread rumors that he's not

to be trusted politically.

Whoever gives him work
will be in trouble.

If he hangs around,

tell Michaelidis to fix him.

Do you know any jobs?

No, nothing.

I'm from Castoria too...

There's no work here.

I'm a furrier too...

Lucky I found your address.

I've got news from home.

- How's things?
- Fine.

- What's your name?
- Elias Apostolou.

Here's some advice.

Don't look for work here.

We've heard of you.

Go and find work somewhere else.

We've already got one traitor
in the union...

Jivas.

Stop spying on us, alright?

He's called me twice this week.

Luckily he can call for free.

Yes, he's getting sharper.

He must have found work.

It's the second time
you've called in a week.

And it's free.

It may not last.

You'll think of something.

- Did you find work?
- Not yet.

Are you still with Gerasimos?

Yes, but it can't last.

Why?

I've got to hang up.

I'll call you later.

Courage, my son.

The lions have sharp teeth.

I told you so.

So no-one wanted to hire you?

Our compatriots' spirit
of solidarity is admirable.

One of them forbade me
to go there...

again.

He told me to find work
in a factory.

Of course I'll go again.

I want to learn the fur trade.

But I don't want to burden you.
I'll go away.

You can stay

until you find work.

I'm grateful.
It's more difficult than I expected.

Does the name Apostolou
mean anything to you?

Castor, attack them!

What happened?

They were three...

down at the station.

I tried my luck again...

but it ran out.

I made beans,

just like home.

To remind me of the army?

If you knew what hell the army was,

you'd try to make me forget it.

Why?

They beat me up.

And there's no escape in the army.

But that was nothing
compared to the rest.

I was in solitary confinement
for an extra 2 years.

I spoke with myself

to avoid going mad...

"Elias, when we get out

"we'll do this and that..."

I argued and played jokes
on myself.

Why did they punish you?

My father was a communist.

But he died in 1948
when you were 3 years old.

I thought that once I left Greece,

my troubles would be over.

Are you a communist?

My mother never let me learn
what that means,

just as she didn't want me
to learn the fur trade.

She was right when she said:

"Wherever you go,

"you'll always be in the lion's den."

Since you came,

I've been doing a lot of thinking.

Let me ask you something.

Would you write a letter for me?

To your sister.

But there's no...

I mean... there's no possibility...

You don't want to?

I'm not worthy

because I'm illiterate?

But she doesn't know you.

She'll get to know me.

What do you want to say?

Tell her I love her...

and want to marry her.

When I first saw her photo,

it was as if no-one else

existed...

as if I'd only known her...

as if she was my friend, my mother,

my wife, my sister...

Since then she's always
in my thoughts.

It torments me
that I can't touch her.

I'm sure I'd recognise her voice.

She has a singer's voice.

Will you write to her?

It would be better

if you wrote.

But I'm illiterate.

I'd write it
as if it were from you.

No. I'd never dare.

Tell her

that I'd like a family.

I'll teach you the trade
and we'll open a business.

We'll all live here together.

I'll help you
if you want your own home.

We'll have to tell the police

that you live here.

Madness has seized me again.

First I'm attacked for no reason,

then I'm trapped
in this strange situation.

It's true, I lied.

But how could I imagine
that he'd fall madly in love

with a photo?

Why should it happen to him?

The only person
who's ever helped me?

Now he's in love with my sister.

I like him...
I can't back out now.

I have to write the letters.

But how will her letters arrive?

Was it the name Joy he liked?

I can't have her refuse the marriage.

It wouldn't be logical

or humane.

But I can postpone it

by having her demand

a new house,

furniture...

Meanwhile there could be

an earthquake

or an atomic war.

Just repeat what I said.
I'll explain later.

I'll receive a letter with an
envelope addressed to you.

I'm to have it stamped

and send it back.

Right.

We have to tell the police

that I live here.

He'll say

that I'm a relative of his...

his future brother-in-law.

He'll marry my sister.

Those letters are supposed to be

from her.

You have no sister!

They won't know that.

I have to go.

Don't tell anyone about this.

Don't do anything silly.

Don't worry.

The Chief would like to see you.

Both of us?

No, just you.

What could he want?

Maybe someone complained
about the dog.

Know what the Chief told me?

That those who want
to screw things up

should do it in their own country.

I just want to become a furrier!

Someone has reported you
as a dangerous terrorist.

They must be following you.

Adonis Doukas did this.

He's afraid I'll sue him,

but I won't.

Why not?

I'll explain another time.

It won't be easy

to get you a work permit.

My boss' daughter Caroline

will help us.

Now I'm right in the lion's jaws.

I'll put you out.

They gave me the permit.

When I saw all the people
young, old, refugees,

all different races,

standing in line,

I felt my luck

had changed.

- I owe it all to you.
- No, to Caroline.

Give me your hand.

- Why?
- Don't ask!

Please, stop.

You could just use words.

I'm not a priest.

Priests save your soul
after you're dead.

You saved my life!

I appreciate your gratitude,
but that's enough.

It's time to start working.

There's a letter from Greece.

It must be for you.

It'll be Joy's reply.

It's from Joy.

Shall I read it to you?

Read it first and tell me

if it's good news.

It's not very good.

Do you want to hear it?

Read it to me.

"My dearest brother,
we received your letter.

"We were so touched, we cried.

"How happy we were to learn

"that you found Gerasimos

"and that he is hospitable
and generous,

"not egotistic or misanthropic.

"I was touched

"that he liked my photo,

"but very surprised to read
about his feelings for me.

"It will take time

"to get used to the idea.

"I don't even know
what he looks like.

"not just his appearance,

"but his expression,

"I can't imagine
what his house is like,

"Tell him I'm honoured
by his affection.

"Mother and I hope

"you'll soon find work

"and not to be a burden to Gerasimos,

"who has treated you like a brother.

"Convey our deep gratitude to him.

"We kiss you...

"Joy".

You look disappointed.
I warned you...

Joy is a loner...

like you.

I'm not disappointed.

Her reply is correct and honest.

She doesn't know me
or the house in which I live.

We'll have to respond
in our next letter.

Tell her that I don't want a dowry.

He's teaching me the trade.

I don't like it,

but if that's what you want...

Did you get the letter?

Yes.

I'll be sending you money soon,

but I need documents.

What for?

Evidence that you're my mother.

- It's on your passport.
- It's not sufficient.

Whenever you get a letter,

do as you did the first time.

Just to prove I'm your mother?

To show that you need me
to send you money.

Don't worry about me.
Take care of yourself first.

With the letters you send,

I can renew my work permit.

They gave you one?

Yes.

Elias, you're abroad,

but I can't forget

that you used news of the dead

to conquer the world of the living.

You receive letters
from a non-existent sister

and from a mother asking for money

when she has no need.

Be careful!

"Better to be
in a well-fed lion's den."

You said that.

Do as I say...
Don't be afraid.

I won't make more coats.

I'll reorganize my work
to produce more.

Why?

You already work hard.

Look at this house...

at this face...

I'm ashamed to offer marriage

to your sister,

with a place like this.

Take a pen.

You'll find the right words...

She's only 22...

Ask her to wait for 4 months.

By then I'll have built
a bathroom and a kitchen.

No! First ask her
to describe the house she'd like

and I'll build it
according to her taste.

No, it's not a trap!
I see you smile...

She's free to accept or refuse

whenever she likes.

I'm thinking that
if I were a woman

I'd marry you right now.

I'll write to Joy,

but you must dictate it.

Not yet. The next letter...

I'll build the new workshop here.

We only need the equipment
to produce more.

"PS: You ask what style house
I like...

"I would say modern.

"I dream of a large living room
with a fireplace...

"dining room,

"bar, kitchen, on two levels."

Watch out! The roof's falling!

Are you hurt?

No. And you?

I'm fine.

It was a catastrophe.

What'll you do?

I'll leave it to the experts.

It'll be expensive.

I'll use the ecologists.

To fix your house?

They've fixed places
far worse than mine.

It may not be Joy's style,
but they're good architects.

We meet when we walk our dogs.

They have a tiny one
called Bulldozer.

They've renovated many houses
and they're not expensive.

We'll sleep in the workshop.

It's a huge job. We don't have
the necessary equipment.

It'll be cheaper to pull it down
and built a new one.

It's difficult, but possible.

What do you think, Roger?

No problem.

Geraud!

I remember your nickname.

We'll be back.
We'll study it

and give you an estimate.

Tell us what you want.

Elias, my fiancée's brother
will tell you.

He doesn't speak French,

but he'll make a plan.

It's the third time his fiancée
has changed her mind.

Stop! It's not as she wants.

We'll have to begin again.

No... not good here...
over there...

There.

It's 3 months
since we finished the house.

The ecologists weren't cheap.

There's still the facade to finish.

It's Joy's fault for wanting
so many expensive changes.

She's making a fool of you.

Repeat that.

She's overdoing it.

She must make up her mind now.

You can't wait forever.

No, I'm keeping her waiting.

Tell her I'm sorry.

You'll need another 6 months...

It's sheer madness.

You're trying to discourage me.

I don't understand you.

You help me,
but you don't want me to succeed.

Maybe you don't want me
for a brother-in-law.

You know I'll be honored and happy,

but I can't watch you suffering...

it makes me sick

I'm ashamed of Joy.

You're not responsible.

I'm not a child,

although I'm in love
with your sister.

I want us to be together,
even at the cost of my life.

I behave like this,
because I'm jealous of Joy.

Alright.
Send her the brochures

so she can choose the furniture.

Help! Help!

Elias, bring the keys!
It's on fire!

That's it!

Money for the new furniture...

the burnt furs
that have to be replaced...

his terror of being burnt alive...

If he doesn't give up
after all that, what more can I do?

If it weren't for you,
I'd be burnt alive.

But where were you?

I shouted, screamed...
it was a nightmare.

I thought I heard footsteps outside,

so I went down to the street.

Then I heard you shouting...

I ran like mad.
What happened?

I was having a rest.

The dog woke you?

No, a burning smell.

Why didn't the dog bark?

He disappeared.

Impossible!

I searched everywhere.

Maybe he was frightened.

He'll turn up again...

unless he was stolen.

By Christian?

I say he lit the fire too.

The furniture will have to wait.

The brochures came today...

like this!

Maybe they thought

there was money inside

or it's disguised censorship.

"I have put a note
in front of the articles

"that I like."

How are you?

I'm alright.

You're having bad luck lately.

Is it true you're getting married?

So you'll become enslaved?

Yes, perhaps in summer.

Is the lucky girl Greek?

Yes, but I can't give you
details yet.

If you give me your fiancée's
address, I'll visit her.

I'll be at the wedding.

I came to tell you

that Adonis telephoned.

He didn't reply to my letters.

Recently he called me
at the Consulate...

"Tell Gerasimos Jivas

"that the money he request

"is as his disposal
whenever he wishes.

"He sent it to build a chapel
in his parent's memory.

"How dare he suggest
I concealed their death

"when I've been his unpaid
errand boy for 20 years!

"That will teach me to help people!"

I'll give you
my future wife's address

and Adonis can give her the money
if I'm delayed here.

Otherwise I'll collect it myself.

I must go now.
Do you need anything?

No thanks.

I'll take the brochures,
to calculate prices.

You'll have some idea
of the cost then.

Good idea.

Try to rest tonight.

No, I'm not afraid of madness...

On the contrary...

I want its sweetness
and innocence to help me forget.

Our misery has condemned us
to eternal bondage.

He and I are tied hand and foot,
with no escape.

My lie will be discovered
this summer.

Then he will die...

I can't live after that.

His love for Joy
made me love him...

and he loves me...
he loves the delusion of Joy in me.

But time is short.

The house must be furnished.

Then the marriage
will take place in Perivoli.

I'll force him to send me
to Castoria to find Joy

and bring her to him...

Then she and I will disappear.

Now I must choose the furniture.

"...your love awakened my own...

"I long for you to carry me

"to my bridal bed in Paris.

"I can't go on...

"my tears will oblige me

"to begin again."

Look... she really cried.

"Your future wife, Joy."

What's the matter, Gerasimos?

How dare you ask that?

How can I...

marry far from my country?

For years I worked like a slave

just to marry a girl
in my village church.

It's shameful... inhuman!

Do you understand?

Or are you like the others...

ready to stab me in the back?

You never said the marriage
should be in Perivoli.

- You're a liar!
- I'm not.

You are!
You lied to me!

It's the second time
you've reminded me of the army...

the first was with the beans.

Just as in the army,
I felt terrible injustice

and only wished you would kill me.

Believe me.

Joy was trying to please you.

I know my sister.

She'd marry you in a desert.

I'll write to her tonight,

you'll have the reply soon.

You must send her your photo.

You promised to.

Hello Elias.

Shall I call your mother?

No, it's you I want.

I want you

to do something for me.

But don't mention it to my mother.

I want to play a birthday joke

on Gerasimos.

And I need you
to send him a telegram.

"Received photo.

"Dazzled by expression,
character,

"want to caress your face,

"lips, hair, throat.

"Can't wait to become Mrs. Jivas,

"to be one with you.

"Will await you at Perivoli.

"My love. Joy"

Thank you, Elias.

I'll put on Joy's favourite song...

She was wild about it
before I left.

It's also called "Joy".

Remember I said

Joy had a beautiful voice?

But you've never heard it!

I prefer to discover her myself.

Her gaze, walk, appearance...

I'd recognize her voice
from thousands...

I hear it every day.

If it wasn't for the singer,
I'd hear it now.

Aren't their voices alike?

I hear her speaking, not singing.

I'm not in love with Callas.

Pity, we should have compared
the voices.

Igoumenitsa, August 1974

I must speak to her...
it's urgent.

Tell mother to be there
tomorrow at 11.

She can't.

She's seriously ill.

Can you tell her something?

What?

Tell her...

if Gerasimos is surprised
not to see Joy...

Who's Joy?
Does your mother know her?

Your sister? You told Gerasimos?

Have you gone mad?

She must tell Gerasimos
that Joy's just died.

Your mother's bedridden.
Stop your endless joking.

She's seriously ill.
Be more sensible!

Elias! Can you hear me?

The time has finally come.

See that poster?

Do you know her?

You don't recognize her?

Should I? Who is it?
Soraya? Sophia Loren?

She sings your wife's song.

Don't they look alike?

As a mother resembles a daughter.

What a day to die!

Don't talk about death
on such a beautiful day.

I was talking about the slogans
being pulled down.

Adonis gave me the brush-off
under one of those,

praising
"Greece for Greek Christians".

I told my mother then:

"If all Christians
loved their neighbour

"like him,

"it would be better to leave
the country quickly."

Now those people are being kicked out

and I'm returning home.

Now the only thing I'm sure of

is that love for our neighbour
is not enough,

for Gerasimos or anyone else.

when God himself

does not allow us to offer it...

when he refuses to write it
in our destiny.

There are many people like me

whose destiny has been written off

as long as we live.

I believe you're jealous of Joy.

You're sulky and depressed

as if we were going to a funeral.

Yes, I have these sad thoughts,

when I should be optimistic...

when triumphal arches
no longer hide the sun....

That's why I say
"What a day to die".

We're late.

We made a mistake.
Turn back!

Turn left.

Right.

Go straight.

I told you to go right.

We'll have to turn back.

He'll get himself killed!

We're late! Pass them!

Pass them! Now!

We're almost there.

Give me a rock.

I killed him for love.

Gerasimos Jivas is gone...

Joy within his grasp...

and before the reality of his dream
kills him horribly.

I hope my action will be heeded
by those who leave their country

for a destiny which is not theirs

and which, like Gerasimos and I,
they endlessly pursue,

without ever attaining.