ISLAND OF DEATH
Ahhh... I can't believe it!
Is it this damn book that brought me such bad luck?
Help! Please help me!
Celia, help me!
Will it end this way?
Do I have a chance?
Oh, God, give me a chance...
Please, give me a chance!
Celia...
You've got to help me, please!
I always know right from the start if I'm gonna love or hate a place.
And that's why I love this island.
Mikonos, it's called.
Nothing more than a deserted rock,
white houses and small narrow streets.
365 churches,
a place where they worship God.
The perfect place.
- Oh, hi. - Hi.
- I would say you've just arrived. - You can tell, huh?
Well, this time of the year there aren't many strangers around.
- You're American! - It shows?
Just a little.
- Do you run this place? - Yes, I'm very proud of it.
Look, you must know some place we can stay? A hotel or something?
A hotel? You kidding? Ice cold and empty?
That's hell.
- What do you suggest? - Sleep out in the open, that's better, huh?
Come in, I'll arrange you something.
I'll find you a house, nice and warm and cheap.
He'll find us a house, nice and warm and cheap.
Look, lover...
Let's take a nice diary for us.
- I don't want a diary. - Yes you do.
Forget it!
You know that little red books bring you bad luck?
Nonsense.
I don't believe in such stories.
Come on, buy it.
Say, you'll have to be customers to get help.
Yeah, we want to buy it.
My husband wants to take good notes of our trip.
Are you sure?
Well... yes.
Alright then. That'll be 2 $.
- Bye Paul. Thanks for the help. - Yeah, thanks a lot.
(IN GREEK) Metie, take these guests to Anna's.
Anna?
- Anna? - Yes?
- (IN GREEK) The guests. - Good morning...
Did Mr. Paul tell you about the house?
- Oh yes. Come on please. - Thanks.
- Hi. - Hi.
- Hello. - Hello.
Well...
It's much better than I thought.
- Do you live here alone? - No, with my husband.
Is he here?
No, he's away on a boat. Why?
- Just asking. - He's a seaman, huh?
Are you married?
Yes, don't worry.
- Beautiful garden. - Yeah it is!
- What is that house there? - Yeah, what is that?
- Oh, that's only a room. - Can we have that as well?
- Yes, only it's cold. - Don't worry.
My husband wants to develop his photographs.
Yeah I do.
Perfect little place!
- Well, I hope you like it. - Yeah, it's beautiful.
- Have a nice day. - Thanks.
- Thank you. - Bye. - Bye.
Let's make love. Here.
- Just the two of us? - Yes.
Good Lord! What a perversion!
Hey, do you think we can dial one distance?
What do you have in mind?
- You're crazy! - I am.
We'll make love here.
You're crazy!
Not only that..
We'll call my mother in London and let her hear everything.
- Stop it! - We'll call my mother.
- You don't mean it. - I do.
- She'll have a heart attack. - Yeah.
But I couldn't care less.
- Hello? - Mother?
Is that you, Christopher?
Yes, mother...
And guess what I'm doing...
Christopher?
Where are you?
You won't believe it.
I'm in a telephone booth
on a small Greek island.
And I'm making love with Celia.
Oh my God!
You disgust me, Christopher!
You disgust me!
Foster here.
We've got him now. He just called his mother.
What? He's on a small island in Greece.
Book me a ticket to Athens.
For Heaven's sake! Stop it!
I know you're not doing it really.
Can you hear me, Christopher?
Can you hear me?
Stop this bullshit at once!
Can you hear me?
Christopher, can you hear me?
I'm cold and hungry.
So am I. Let's go in and eat.
It's a nice place.
Isn't it?
What's the matter, Christopher?
I don't like that man.
- What man? - Over there.
He's a dirty bastard.
You don't know what he's thinking about you.
Are you crazy or something?
He's not even looking at us.
Yes, he is!
Excuse me sir...
- Are you talking to me? - Yeah, huh..
Can I talk to you for a moment?
- Bon soir. - You're French?
- Yes, madam. - Miss.
- My cousin is American. - Oh,
Is it so? Nice to meet you, mademoiselle.
- Please, sit down. - Thank you.
Can I offer you a drink?
Pepi, bring us a bottle of wine, please.
You may wonder why I called you, sir. It's very simple, actually.
My cousin and I are here for a week or so, and
we're very bored, having no one to talk to.
So when my cousin saw you she said
"This gentleman is alone, let's invite him to have dinner with us".
I'm very happy, monsieur.
As it happens,
I'm alone also and I'm very pleased to meet you.
What are you doing here? I'm and artist.
I'm a painter, so
I promised myself to come in the winter here
to repair a very
cute magnificent chapel
outside of this small town.
Very interesting.
- I love painters. - Well,
I'm sure painters love you too.
Bitch!
- What's wrong? - You take a look!
- She's making love to somebody. - It's not her husband, she's a bitch!
Come on Christopher, she's a young girl.
She's a bitch, a bloody bitch is what she is.
- If I was her husband, I'd kill her. - But you're not her husband.
- Come on, let's go. - I'd kill her, you hear?
Here's to you, my charming heart.
Tomorrow you will get a nice chick.
Tomorrow will be
a new day at last.
- Come on, let's make love. - Oh, Christopher, I'm too tired.
Shit.
What a wonderful surprise!
Hey! I would never expect to see you here so early in the morning.
Really? I thought I told you I would come today.
Yeah, but it was too good to believe.
What are you doing here?
First of all I must restore the whole chapel.
I must paint it all in white, like new.
And then?
And then I must restore the icon inside.
That's a lot of work for one man.
- Can I help? - Sure, painting brush.
Hey! What are you doing?
I'm not the wall!
Come on!
You like that? Okay, I will do the same to you.
Pervert!
Step on his arm!
You won't imagine bastard!
- I'm gonna kill you! - Yes, he's gonna kill you!
You're joking!
Oh my God!
Your God is right there.
Come on! Ask him to help you now!
Look at the camera!
He took these nails.
In the name of the Almighty God
who punishes perversion, you sinful man...
I crucify you!
Poor thing, he fainted.
Give him something to drink.
Do you think he's going to drink this?
Yes, he'll love it!
Make sure he doesn't move.
He likes it. He likes it.
We made a mistake not to change our clothes.
He was too smart.
Look who's here!
Little Snowhite and
Frosty the king.
How did you get...?
Oh, don't tell me, you're helping Jean-Claude paint his chapel, right?
I think we’d better go home and change.
No, tell me! Right?
- Right. - Good girls!
And here's your reward:
an invitation to my engagement party tonight.
Shake a tree.
You're getting engaged!
- Who's the lucky girl? - Girl?
Sooner or later they'll find out
and Campbell will tell them.
We'll spread the news around that Jean-Claude left us to paint the chapel.
And where will we say he went?
He left for Athens in a hurry...
...after he made a telephone call.
From the booth, where no one saw him.
- He took the plane. - Or the boat,
but he left, didn't he?
Yes, he left.
That's funny. Jean-Claude was
planning to spend the whole winter here.
So maybe he'll come back.
what he said was:
"I have to go to Athens as soon as I can".
It is so crazy anyway!
More wine?
No thanks, I don't drink.
And I bet you don't smoke.
That's right.
And you don't gamble?
Right again.
So you don't have any vices?
Oh, I have a vice...
Maybe I'll tell you about it sometimes.
When we're alone?
Paul, the woman in red,
- what do you know about her? - Patricia Desmond?
A devil in a woman's disguise,
She's got enough money to buy her silence,
as she's discovered the secret of eternal youth.
Max Factor?
Not only Max Factor. She likes everyone she meets..
And I tell she can afford such cold winters Mikonos.
young tourists who seek shelter and food,
people she might fancy
fishermen... boatmen, anyone.
If I call her a rapist, sue and blame me.
Attention everybody!
I want you to meet... my bride.
Here, take this.
- Can't we postpone it? - Why?
I'm too tired to enjoy it.
I drank too much.
That's why I never drink.
Come on, let's go!
Wait, I forgot the gun.
I enjoy punishing perversion.
Paul Campbell's a filthy creature.
A bloody homosexual that didn't deserve to live.
And the other guy...
Shit!
How disgusting it was to see a man lie in there like a whore!
I was right when I told Celia that we shouldn't wait.
Besides,
Paul said he'd hoped to see me soon.
It was sooner than he could imagine.
Come on, I'll help you with this.
Perverts!
Come on, I will bite you.
Maybe I will bite you...
Tell me where you want me to bite you...
(IN FRENCH) My God!
- I didn't expect to see you so soon! - (IN FRENCH) He's crazy!
I was dying to see you!
Dying?
God punishes perversion,
And I'm his angel with the flaming sword,
sent to kill dirty worms.
(IN FRENCH) Oh my God, call the Police! He's crazy!
Shut up sister!
Oh my God!
Don't take the Lord's name in vain!
No! I believe in God!
It's too late, my friend.
He doesn't believe in you anymore.
Poor thing.
He shouldn't have done this to you.
I'm sorry
if I've hurt you.
- Don't worry. - (IN FRENCH) What have you said?
I won't hurt you.
(IN FRENCH) What do you want?
Let me see your toy.
It's a dead-end, my friend!
- Am I hungry! - Me too.
You know, I'm always hungry after a good night of sleep.
Sure.
Not to mention the fresh air,
pleasant company
and this exciting ambient.
Hi! Come on in, join us!
Good morning.
Take a seat, have some breakfast.
Oh, i couldn't eat anything after all that's been happening.
Happening?
Haven't you heard?
The whole island is in an uproar.
Don't tell me,
they found oil on Mikonos.
It's Paul and Jonathan.
They've been found dead.
How awful!
- How did it happen? - No one knows,
but it seems to have been a "crime passionale".
The Policemen say Jonathan killed Paul with a sword
- and then committed suicide. - Well I'm sorry to hear that, but
do not merges end up the same way, more or less?
Oh, come on Christopher, stop joking.
No, I'm sorry of course.
I'm always like that.
I can't help it.
So it worked.
I cleaned my fingerprints on the sword and I put it in Jonathan's hands.
Same thing with the gun
and bingo!
It looked like a perfect crime of passion.
You must stop all this, Christopher.
I don't get the same kind of kick out anymore.
You used to when in London, didn't you?
It's different there.
It's the same everywhere.
Here it's dangerous.
It's a small place, they'll find out.
No. By the time that happens,
we'll be miles away.
Come on Christopher, let's get out of here.
I don't think you see what I mean.
This place belongs to innocent people.
They have a right here.
And if this island's full of shit,
I'll help them clean it up.
Maybe they don't want to do that.
They live with those people.
Nonsense.
No one wants to live with perversion.
Children must be brought up in a proper way.
Nature is strong.
Christopher, what about Foster?
Foster?
That funny nigger?
The one who thinks he will kill us?
He's a maniac.
Christopher,
what about Foster?
Have you met Leslie?
- No, I haven't. - Then you're missing a great girl.
Leslie?
Come over here, darling.
Put your text here. - Not yet, darling.
I want you to meet my friends, Celia...
Celia?
- Hey! - What?
- Hi. - And Christopher.
Hi.
Do you like something to drink?
Yeah. A glass of milk please.
- Milk? - Yeah.
I'd like a tequila.
This is some kind of a joke.
I mean,
men drink tequila and girls milk.
How come you do it vice versa?
We do everything
vice versa.
Hey, did you notice the way she looked at you, darling?
She always does the same with pretty girls.
I mean, she doesn't get any kicks out of men,
and for sure she doesn't get any kicks out of anything.
Girls, maybe.
Pity, such a beautiful chick,
and so young.
When I think what I used to do when I was her age...
Not to mention what I'm doing now...
What's wrong? I'm only 40.
Would you believe 45?
Milk.
And what brings you to Mikonos at this time of the year?
Escaping.
Aren't we all?
- No! - Celia what's wrong? What's happening?
I was dreaming.
- A nightmare. - Aw, it's a nightmare, huh?
- It's alright. - Oh please, hold me Christopher.
- I'm so scared. - Look,
look, it's okay.
I'm here with you now, and there's nothing to be afraid of.
Oh that man in my dream...
Awful.
He killed you.
- And raped me. - Look,
calm down Celia, calm it huh?
Things like that only happen in nightmares.
Yeah.
Only in nightmares.
Okay?
Come on, go back to sleep, baby.
Good morning.
Oh, is it?
It will be. Good morning Ana. How are you?
Fine thanks. Would you like me to make some coffee?
No thanks. We're just going for a walk.
- I'll clean the room. - Don't!
We like it how it is.
Are you going to hide those photographs?
I am, when we get back.
Hey, you wanna go for a ride in the hills?
She could hear me.
Shit.
Excuse me miss. Is my friend here?
- Your friend? - Yes.
- He's a young fellow with a girl. - Oh yes.
They're not here. They went for a ride.
Oh, that's too bad.
Look, it is long if I wait?
Oh, do wait. They'll be back.
- I have to go shopping, excuse me. - Alright. Thank you.
Chris, let's go back.
- I'm cold. - Alright.
Whatever you want, princess.
There is a friend of yours at the house.
What? Err, what friend?
I don't know, he said he was your friend.
He came this morning.
He's waiting for you there now.
Yeah, but I'm not expecting anyone.
- Okay, thanks. - Okay. Bye.
- Bye. - Who's this friend of yours?
I'm not sure,
but I think it's Foster.
Hey, look, you wait here, huh?
Watch out.
Goddam it!
Son of a bitch!
It's Foster! Alright...
Come on, let's get the hell out of here.
How did he find us?
He's clever, that's how.
And he must have seen all those photographs in the room.
- Shit! - How did he get here?
There's no boat in the morning, there was nothing yesterday.
You're right.
He must have hired a plane.
Let's go to the airport.
But first I wanna buy something.
Now you have to run, Foster.
And you have to run good.
Whoop!
That's it.
Now I'll show you how to fly free!
Do you think he's dead?
Yes,
I think so.
Good.
Cut the rope.
Good-bye Foster.
We'll miss you.
I hope he's got a water-proof watch!
Oh, "Blue Skies aviation"?
Yeah, hello, huh,
I'm a good friend of Mr. Foster's.
He's a client of yours.
Yeah, he rented a plane this morning.
Alright. Yeah well ma'am, he said he had a little engine trouble and
No, I know it's okay, but he had to leave immediately,
so he took the boat and
he asked me to telephone you to come and get the plane.
Yeah, good.
Oh, and charge him.
Thank you.
- And? - One more to go.
Then
suddenly Celia didn't like it anymore.
We spoiled every nice moment sitting there silent
I tried to convince her there was nothing to be afraid of.
Hey,
how about Patricia?
What about Patricia?
We've never been into a ménage-a-trois before.
Cut out the crap. I'm not in the mood for that.
You just think of it.
Patricia lying in bed naked,
and me, you know, the passionate lover
thrilled by her charm, violent and burning.
Would it be amazing?
I mean, it's something you've never seen before.
No. If there's something I will see
- is they get us for sure. - No,
you don't understand.
No victims this time. Just fun,
and pictures.
I don't know.
Come on...
I know you'll like it.
Yes, was going to be fun.
I called Patricia and told her my wife was sick
and if she had some cold milk in the fridge,
so I can spend the evening with her.
She was excited,
because I really think she would never expect something like it.
And we went there,
my sick wife and I.
Patricia?
- Patricia? - Yes?
- Patricia? - Here!
- Hi. - Where is that cold milk you promised me?
First things first. Right?
Right.
How about...
trying something hot, instead?
Not a chance.
My wife has a fever.
I wanted something hot and stay with her.
Oh yes.
Poor thing.
By the way,
I told Leslie you were coming tonight.
Alone.
when I want something I get it, darling.
I know you didn't come here to talk about milk.
So I'll pay you for what you offer me.
And you better be good.
Otherwise,
if it goes down,
the price will go down too.
What the hell!
Let me show you how good boys
get a decent erection.
Bastard.
You hurt me.
I'm sorry.
But you hurt me too.
Oh no!
No!
No please!
Help!
- You're mad! - Shut up Celia!
- Let's go! - We can't go, she'll tell everyone!
We'll finish it.
You said no more victims!
You hear me?
- No more victims. - Yeah.
Come on, help me carry her out.
Help me carry her out!
Now move!
The bulldozer did a nice job.
It also helped me push Patricia in the lake.
Patricia part one,
and Patricia part two.
Hey, it'll be good if we go fishing.
How about a cheeseburger? Come on.
No, I'd rather stay home.
I don't feel okay.
Suit yourself.
I'll bring you back some fresh fish.
Well, she's alone at last, brother.
Yeah, it is about time we put it into her.
Which way to the beach?
That way.
Christopher?
- Surprise! - Surprise, honey!
Who are you?
Look who's here!
You can have anything you want!
Don't cry!
It'll be alright!
Shut up!
It's okay.
Police!
POLICE STATION OF MIKONOS
Hi.
Mrs...
Mrs. Lambert, I presume?
Hi.
- Mr. Lambert? - That's correct.
My name is Dimitri Spatos, I'm a novelist.
I'm sorry to
come in just uninvited, but
- the door was open. - I see, I would...
I'd like to see you for some time.
Fine. Do you mind if my wife goes?
I might stand here. Understand she's not feeling very well.
I understand, after that
what happened.
- Have a seat. - Sure.
As I told you, I'm a novelist,
- Yeah. - I'm working here in Mikonos writing novels
mainly about people,
tourists and crime.
- Crime? - Especially crime, yes.
And I heard of what happened to you,
I came here and found the door open,
so I thought I could wait for you here. You don't mind, do you?
I see... No no, it's quite alright. I left in a hurry.
And probably wasn't the last.
Well, you might wonder what I want from you. It's just
authors usually get incidents and
events as fiction. It's a great help.
So will you please tell me what happened to you and
how it happened exactly?
Just tell it right from the beginning.
Well...
That's the moment I started thinking about the little red book.
I'd never had such bad luck before.
The stupid novelist didn't want information of course.
It was a good excuse to meet us
and ask questions.
I'm happy that Foster had taken all the photographs.
I played my part well that morning.
I convinced him that those who hassled us
were responsible for the people who were found dead on the island.
Ana has told me
you're doing great photographs.
I saw your equipment. A great camera you have.
I'd like to see some of your photographs sometimes,
if you don't mind.
Yes, some time for sure.
Please Christopher,
I don't wanna do it.
Don't make me do it.
I never said no, did I?
I always kept the promise.
That's why I love you.
I've never loved any other girl.
I never went to bed with any other girl.
And so I paid back whatever you did for the two of us.
No, it must be over.
It will,
but we've got to get her.
Look, she knows.
She's a bloody lesbian and a heroin addict.
I saw her the other day giving herself a good dose of it.
She's got two monkeys on her back. Let's kill her!
They'll find her dead.
They'll soon find out.
Christopher, it's a small place.
For God's sake.
Don't mention God! He's got nothing to do with this conversation!
I love you.
I don't wanna talk to you like that.
Honey, we are one.
Nothing can part us.
Nothing.
So please... I'm older,
I'm wiser.
Let's do it my way, huh?
Well well...
A tequila for the lone ranger?
No thanks, Leslie.
I don't feel like drinking
- at the moment. - Bad mood?
I had a fight with Christopher.
I know. Men are all the same.
- What you going to do? - It'll be over,
but I don't wanna sleep with him tonight.
Great.
I'll offer you shelter.
You will?
What do you think?
And maybe we can think up something interesting to do.
The fireplace was her favourite seducing centre.
As I watched them sitting there
I was only sure
that the proper way for dirty lesbians to die
was to burn.
Still, there were some things
that had to be done.
You see?
After all, who needs men?
I love Christopher.
You sure do.
Loved lots of Christophers in my life.
I loved the last one more.
They're all bastards.
They say good-bye with the same ease
that they drop a finished cigarette in the ashtray.
- Do you know what they call this? - Yes.
Heroin.
Wrong.
They call it "loneliness fighter".
One fix,
and who needs men?
I'd never try it.
I won't insist.
Besides, it's too expensive to be wasted on emotions.
Since I've joined the party,
how about a drink?
Oh, come on!
It'll be worth while to be with a man, uh?
You'll like it.
I know you'll like it.
Damn!
Bitch!
Where are you?
Shit!
Come on, wake up.
Celia, please. We gotta run.
I can't.
I can't walk anymore.
Okay.
Let's stop here.
Christopher, this is the man in my dream!
He raped me and killed you!
Nonsense!
Nonsense. He may be primitive, but he's innocent.
It just proves that I was right.
This island belongs to the innocent people.
It's their island.
I was right from the beginning.
Now say I was right.
You were right.
Help me, Christopher!
And suddenly
I realised that once things go wrong,
they always go wrong.
I'm in a pit full of lime.
Still I'm not burning.
I know why:
there's no water in the pit.
As long as there's no water, I'm safe.
Celia!
Celia help me!
Celia, don't go there!
Come here and help me!
Celia!
Celia?
Help me Celia, please!
Celia!
Celia, help me please...
Help me get out of here.
- You want some? - Celia?
Help me.
Help me get out of here.
You think I can?
Oh, it needs a strong man to get you out of there.
Talk to him.
He likes you. He'll listen to you.
It won't do any good.
He doesn't speak a word of English.
Actually, I don't think he can speak at all.
But you got to help me.
- I'm your brother. - Ssssh!
You promised not to tell anyone!
The hell with promises!
I'm your brother, you've got to help me!
You don't like it in there, huh?
Do you know what water can do to me?
Melt you?
Help me Celia!
Help!
Help me!
Forget it, Christopher.
God doesn't help perverts.
Celia!
Somebody help me!
Get me out of here!
Celia...
God! I'm burning!
Celia!
Help me!
Help me please!
Help me! Help me!
Help!
Timing by (c) dCd / July 2005 # Transcript by lyliakar #