Rosa!
- Has the victim's position been photographed? - Yes, sir.
Haralambos Andritsakis.
Ship owner, age 52, father of the victim.
Known to Athens' High Society.
Iphigenia Andritsakis, the victim's mother, age 45.
A compulsive card player.
Vicky Andritsakis, age 18, sister of the victim, a student.
Alexandros Lismanis, composer, age 40.
Lives in Zurich, a guest in the villa.
Dimitrios Lismanis, the composer's son, university student, a guest in the villa.
Fotini Papaioannou, from Tripolis, age 20, works as a housemaid
for the Andritsakis family for the last 6 years.
Rosa Andritsakis, age 20.
Found dead in her room on the night of February 8th.
The victim's parents claim that Rosa cannot have commited suicide.
What is your opinion, Mr. Lismanis?
- Yes, I believe so, too. - Why's that?
Is that what you called me here for, Sir?
No. For Rosa's murder.
To start with, I don't believe it was a murder.
- How can you be sure of that? - I think Rosa had no enemies.
Noone hated her.
Murders are often commited because of love, Mr. Lismanis.
When did you come to Greece?
5 months ago.
Welcome, Alexis!
Mr. Lismanis, how long are you staying in Greece?
Until my scheduled concerts are over.
This is not the right place for this. Let's go upstairs.
I couldn't imagine your father would look like this.
In photos he looks more handsome.
No, he looks better in person.
Tell me your news, Rosa.
What's your opinion on pacification at Vietnam?
Well, politics is a composer's hobby, I'm only a performer.
Is it true that in your Milan concert a woman entered the theatre naked?
Truth is, after a woman strips naked she's of no interest to me any more.
The interesting part is until she does.
- You've grown prettier, Rosa. - You find me changed?
It's been less than a month since we last met in Rome.
37 days. I've counted them.
What are your immediate plans?
A concert tour in Australia and West Germany.
Do you think contraceptives should be legalized?
Death is awful even through pills.
How do you feel about hippies?
Not sure. What garden did they originate from?
Have our youth got any ideals?
The spinning of the Earth would've stopped without ideals.
You're staying with us, right? Father won't take "no".
- I would even if you sent me away. - Your father, too?
Of course. He and I never part.
After mother's fatal accident he's become my nanny.
No no no, the absurd is for irresponsible people.
What's important is a mental rendition
a logical expression of it, so that even the simple man can understand.
Who is the simple man for you?
He who wears a tie on Sunday and has his shoes polished by a bootblack.
- Being interviewed is nice! - How do you mean, Babis?
Looks like you speak your heart out.
Bu! to be honest, Alexis, I couldn't follow any of your answers.
It's quite simple, let me explain. Since you can't let your fans down
you just say whatever comes to your mind.
This way no one understands anything and they're all happy.
My friends will call you spastic for these answers of yours.
"Spastic"?
I could never figure out young people's glossary.
- How do you cope with Dimmy then? - Body language!
- Urgent call from Tokyo, Sir. - Thank you.
Hello.
Hit the price we agreed on.
OK, thanks, 'bye.
See, Alexis? We who are striving for the people's well-being
remain in obscurity. - What was it, Dad?
I'm adding one more ship in the lists of the great Greek Merchant Shipping.
Nobody interviews you, though, right?
Father, you're not the same as Alexis. You think in a strictly commercial way.
Alexis does it with his heart, right?
- They're both spastic. - Oh, stop using this word!
It's worse than losing in a card game!
- Alexis dear, you play cards? - If I'm in good company...
Then I'm reserving you for a SOD-game night.
Not cards again, lphigenia?
If you didn't play we'd have the world's biggest tonnage!
- If you'll excuse me... - Where to?
- Some friends are giving a recital. - What kind of recital?
Well, it's not coon-can or Mercantile activities. Just silly modern music.
Ahh, you mean a noise recital. I happened to attend one in London.
In fact, two motor bikers were participating in it. With their bikes!
Father, don't underestimate young people's efforts.
Although he was luckier, even Beethoven started out like this.
- With a bike? - I think so.
He's right, Dimmy. Will this country get ahead with long hair and jackhammers?
- Am I wrong calling you spastic? - Will you have coffee?
- Yes. - Fotini!
Make us some coffee, child!
- You stayed at the villa all the time? - Yes.
And in this short period you realized the victim had no enemies?
- That's what I realized. - What else?
Nothing in particular.
Did the victim have an affair with your son?
I've often thought about you all this time, Rosa.
Your face filled the solitude and the longing.
What sort of longing?
For love.
For beauty.
Our days together
were magnified and weighed upon me as grave and menacing
as if wanting to crush me.
And I pushed the days by, longing to meet and talk to you.
I have so many things to tell you, Rosa.
Dunno.
Did he love her?
I don't know!
You know what your friend told me few moments ago?
- I'm not curious to hear it. - He spoke of a possible engagement.
You never noticed that?
No, I didn't.
You didn't notice.
Mr. Lismanis, I still have too many gaps here.
I'm expecting you to fill them for me.
If one doesn't exercise they pant easily.
But Dimmy won't give up.
Dimmy's still a child. He's got energy in him.
Why, has yours evaporated?
Can I compete with Dimmy, at my age?
Don't forget he's my son.
You sound like a washout.
Besides, you haven't yet reached an age when one parts with certain activities.
Indeed, if you want my opinion,
you can even overtake Dimmy in winning a young woman's affection.
As long as she knows what she's after.
You mean... I could win yours?
Why not?
All this sounds great but...
there's a small detail that escapes you.
Like that quarter of a century standing between us!
I'm father to you, in theory.
In theory. In practice, though?
It's typical of young women to underestimate youth
and look up to grownups as Gods.
Nonsense.
Affairs with a generation gap in them are... are quite sickly affairs.
Conventional affairs aiming merely a! carnal lust.
Oh well, you're either pretending not to or you really don't want to understand.
Anyway...
You can, however, be sure that I know what I'm after, I surely do.
It is Dimmy who can make you happy, Rosa.
You should try to appreciate that.
It's not possible.
I can't believe it. I still can't.
Calm down, Mr. Lismanis. I understand.
No, you cannot. No one can understand anything at all.
Someone has to, though, so we can get somewhere.
- So you loved her. - Much.
And she?
She seemed to.
- Seemed? - Yes.
When I'm near you I feel great, Rosa.
I suspect you're exaggerating.
Do I strike you as a daydreamer?
Not as a man in love, either.
Fabulous!
I love you, Rosa. I do.
What's the matter, Dimmy?
I don't know. Nothing.
Perhaps you're tired?
Better get some sleep. Some other time.
Is that so?
But is it possible that nobody could give your sister any advice?
Now tell me all you know about Alexis Lismanis' affair with your sister.
- Vicky? - Yes.
Oh, there you are.
- Are we leaving yet? - Rosa's won't come.
Why not?
Damn me if I know. She avoids me like the plague.
She often gets like this. C'mon! I'll talk her into it.
I'm off to bed.
Won't you finally leave me alone?
Tell me, why are you avoiding me, Rosa?
Wm you?
I'm not.
At times I feel tired. I'm not in the mood, that's all.
As you like.
A night advancing...
and bringing on the dawn...
words being spoken...
by a voice...
Queen...
you who lies hurried in the snow...
waiting for the sun's...
kiss...
from the far edge...
of the ocean is about to come...
a traveler who's carrying...
Life with him...
Dying is the Mother...
the Child being born...
a flood of joy overwhelms...
the entire Earth...
Sing out into the Light...
into Life...
Sing out into the Light...
into Life...
Sing out into the Light...
into Life...
Looks like only yesterday...
How long has it really been?
Is Time of any importance?
You think anyone may have seen us?
Would you mind if they did?
Dunno.
Tell me, would you?
I don't know!
I so intensely feel that I exist...
These moments are great, filled by...
her laughter, her breath, her liveliness...
I have to end this.
But what the hell do I really want?
"You feel as if, any minute now,
the black-sailed ship of Theseus will show up in the horizon..."
Perhaps Theseus left his sails on, on purpose?
- Why would he? - To be rid of his father.
Rosa, quit joking. I think we must now get serious.
- What's the joke? - I have to be straight with you.
To do that, you first need to make a few decisions.
Have you? - That's why I'm here.
I'm listening, then.
Please, don't make this harder for me.
You know how I feel.
I'm not asking for your help but for your understanding.
It's better for us both if we end what started out as a moment of weakness.
Because I mustn't hurt Dimmy. He's my son, he loves you and is unhappy.
I needn't say more. Surely you understand.
Yes, I do.
I understand everyone's point.
Rosa, wait!
She was no egotist.
She just didn't like losing what she had.
Even more, what she loved.
How do you explain this?
She wanted to attract attention,
even with childish acts.
The composer's attention, too?
Especially his. She loved him.
May I speak to Tassos, please?
Tsanos.
How've been doing, luv?
I disappeared?
I'm free as always. Like a bird!
What?
Whenever you like.
Truth is, I'm a little bored.
That a fact?
Sure thing.
I'll be expecting you, then. 'Bye.
Was my charming audience satisfied?
You were fantastic.
But I'm a little dizzy, I'll go for a breath of air.
Tsanos, we're not dealing with petty crimes here but murder. Clear enough?
Means you're arresting me for murder, right?
Means...
Means I'm a murder suspect, right?
Tsanos, quit the virgin act or I have to treat you like in our last session, OK?
Listening.
Why can't I go with you?
Haven't we said that already?
I'm gonna have some sweet talk with the guys that stalked us.
Why didn't you set things right there on the spot?
I was off-site, as they call it.
But now I'll get them in my bolthole and square up.
When will you be back, then?
You're hooked already?
Cheers for Tassos!
You've become all the rage lately!
Say, if you're a good kid, we'll have a swell time us too.
Something tells me you're on it.
Now cheers. Won't be long.
Tassos!
What time is it?
Good evening, miss!
Who are you?
I'm Onoufrios!
Hasn't Tassos told you?
Told me what?
Well... That you were to keep me company.
For a few hours...
Tassos sent you?
By all means!
Of course I gave him the money, too and I also told him it was too much.
But...
But now that I see for myself...
They're good enough!
But... what are you doing? Getting dressed?
But I have paid...
Don't you have a wife, you slimy?
What's my wife got to do with this?
Why are you getting dressed? I have paid!
Settle this with the guy who sent you.
Now...
Oh well, chief, now you may write me down as... what you call it...
the pimping out of white meat something... but
I'm only telling you so you see what a dynamite this girl was.
After that, I went head over heels for her or what they call it...
It was the first time I ever saw him.
It was the first blow.
The first haunch of discomfort.
Who was he? What did he want from Rosa? What was his name?
To all these questions I had to find some answers.
Did you?
Bro, this is no house.
It's a pigeonhole.
It's got one too many windows, bro! One too many!
It's a sizzler, it is.
You hang around here lately? - What do you want?
C'mon now, Rosie, please, don't twist my bowel no more.
Alright, I made a joke of bad taste, you have to make a fuss of it?
I know you dig me as much as I fancy you.
My days are garlic sauce with no garlic since the day I met you, they sure are.
At times like this, I take it out on Tassos
who can't say the things swelling up in him.
Know what I did?
Like men in love do in films, I got a paper and drew a few true things on it.
So you'll know that I'm a cool guy, too.
And what did you draw on paper?
Is the kid for desserts?
Lay off, I'm having a talk.
Why, when did you ever learn to do that?
Draw a card for me.
You pig, didn't I tell you not to bother me again?
But I want you, Tassos. Dump the kid. You can have all you want with me.
Have any complaints?
Yeah, let me wash you mouth for talking about her, then.
Now look here. You got a scar on that cheek.
Keep away or I'll make it a few inches deeper for you, you hear? Now get!
Bye-bye.
How did you get all that info on Tsanos?
- In a gambling house. - Where is it? - In Piraeus.
- Who gave it to you? - A woman. - Of what sort?
- A woman! Don't know her sort. - How did she come to telling you?
You find anything strange in it?
Anyway. What did she tell you?
That he's a wretch. A gambler, doesn't give a damn about others,
a real underworld character.
Your conclusions are far too easily made, Lismanis. Get on with it.
Idiotic screws of society
toothed gearwheels of boredom
your thoughts been lost within lever friction
in your own machine.
Soiled buttons dripping with oil
how sad I am for your life that's void
You live
you die
just like gearwheels
You love
you hate
blissful within oil
as for soul, whoever searches
in you, they won't find any
idiotic screws of society
toothed gearwheels of boredom
What are they smoking?
The air of happiness.
Afraid to say "hashish"?
Days and days of utopia
the world is dripping with disgust
think well of what you'll say
Why do you want to escape reality?
- Because it's not good enough for us. - We don't wan! it. - We don't fit there.
Out there in the city roar the Beast gets fed off the crowd
Scared of a single puff, bro?
Try to get some factitious living yourself.
I prefer the present. That which exists. Which is.
Tassos.
How's about swapping chicks?
Drop it, Manos.
Why not, mate? Swapping in an internationally accepted method.
Manos, I said drop it. The girl's not for the likes of you.
Mates, Tassos is giving us the brush.
- A killjoy he is! - Used to be a chum.
Today became yesterday
A rusty sowing of compressed moments
are headed for the millstones
of a well-greased, perfectly wound-up sewing machine
which endlessly sews bowels, galls, lungs
into frozen totems of a clown society
Baby, let me show you what life is.
Hey, bastard!
You picked Tsanos' girl for a showboat?
After that night, chief,
the lights went out.
- Meaning? - We didn't meet again.
- You never saw her again all this time? - A couple of times, casually.
- When? - I don't remember.
It wasn't the way Tsanos told you.
- You have objections, Vicky? - Quite a few.
Oh well, sometimes my curiosity takes over.
Why don't you give me your version of facts?
Tsanos!
Good friends settle old debts.
I owe you some, mate. You too, beautiful!
Now you know everything.
I love Alexis. How can I explain it?
- Then how did you put up with this scumbag? - I don't know.
I needed some kind of support. To let off some steam.
That's why I wen! with him.
And the killing? Was that a reaction, too?
Dunno.
I don't know anything.
What about Dimmy who loves you?
He's a pervert.
A Pervert?
I'll be on my way, then.
You'll be here tomorrow, eh? - Goodbye.
As soon as you sober up, come to my room, OK?
Yes, Sir.
Come in, Fotini.
OK then, Lismanis.
How far back does your affair with the victim date?
A year back. When I first came to Greece.
How did the victim treat you lately?
- That's strictly personal. - I insist. What was your relation like?
And I insist upon the privacy of our relationships.
When an army lose a war, they call defeat strategic retreat or reorganization.
When a killer is outed, he tries to confess with tenderness.
- Me, a killer? What connection... - Don't get excited, Lismanis.
You might not be the killer. That's why you must tell me all you know.
There was nothing I could do. I was...
I was a guest, a stranger...
I could look at her but not touch her even when she was all alone.
It was an awful thing. I cannot explain it to you.
Try, Lismanis. You have to explain it.
She was in the parlour.
I was hidden and looking at her, desiring her.
When suddenly the phone rang and...
Yes?
Cali it love or curiosity or jealousy or affection
I picked up the phone and overheard them.
- I'll spit it all out, Tassos. - About whom? - About Manos.
No, you won't. We must meet or you'll be really sorry. Know what I mean?
I'll wait for you at my place.
Don't say no or I'll show up in there and the maestro will hear all about it.
I don't care.
- It was him. Tsanos. - And what did you hear?
He wanted Rosa to go to his house in any case.
While we...
I mean, a while ago...
you called me Alexis.
You probably misheard.
Ain't got no corks in my ears. I hear perfectly. You called me Alexis twice.
Even if I said it, then what?
I have no use for your despotism.
Listen, lass...
I don't play games, got it?
Listen, lad...
I already know that I can do as I like with you for only 100 a day.
So don't shout and spoil my loll.
I had to... I absolutely had to know...
So, that day... - Which day?
After Tsanos' phone-call.
- What happened? - They both entered a garage.
- What address? - I don't recall.
- They both went in? - No. Tsanos stopped her car.
- He forced her into the garage? - Probably.
- Probably or he forced her? - He forced her in.
- Did you enter? - No. They were a big group.
So you left?
No, I hid myself and...
Tell you what...
That little snot of a sister you got, is she still alive?
Are you interested?
Get in the car and go call her. Tell her to come here soon.
Forget it.
Let me tell you this: No one ever says no to Tassos.
No, Tassos.
My sister's not coming here, ever.
Let me go!
Leave her.
Can't you see, she's a bitch.
You know the kid's phone number? - I do. So?
We'll have one of them girls to call her and she'll come.
20-1570. Go!
You cannot do this!
Let me go!
You'll now see if I can do it.
Hello?
Speaking.
Yes.
Yes, I know it.
I'll be right there.
I hate you all, beautiful.
I hate you all!
On my honor, I do!
You were rich and I didn't have enough for an aspirin.
And my old man died in the mines!
I could only see school from the outside! You know why?
I was selling souvenirs to tourists...
And your family swore at me!
My old woman...
She had been raped by a mister moneybags 'cause she was his servant.
But I will avenge tonight!
I will avenge on the virginal and full of money and odors body of your sister!
No, Tassos. You won't do this!
Rosa!
What is this, Tassos? Why have you tied Rosa?
You love Rosa, do you?
She's yours!
Tassos!
Help!
Rosa!
Don't!
Hey Tassos...
You want the girl to be that slyly wrecked?
Hey busters, stop it!
Why stop, man? Are you putting us on?
Get him, busters!
Nobody ever managed to get hold of all they wanted...
and wizards have no honey buns, despite the rumor granted...
I cannot get up high enough, the rain and hail is pouring...
Society really hates my guts but also gives me glory...
Everyone says they love me so, what would they say before me...
but all they do behind my back is making bad names for me...
Nobody ever managed to get hold of all they wanted...
those wizards have no honey buns, despite what rumor had it...
So I don't ever give a damn because within the city...
all of us whether big or small are run by injustice treaty...
Before getting home, did you stop anywhere a! all?
Yes. I met a girl in a bar.
- Which one? - The "Dock".
- Where is it? - Right over the WaterTank.
- What's that girl's name? - Lena.
- What does she look like? - Blond and fleshy.
- There's been some mistake, Mr. Lismanis. - Like what?
Like in the things you said, those that I believed and my evaluation of you.
Meaning?
Things didn't happen the way you said.
- Then what do you want from me? - The truth.
- And you want me to give you that? - Unless you have any objections...
- When did your wife die? - ls that of any importance?
When did your son come out of the neurological clinic?
Come out? He never was in one.
- Why not? - What are you saying?
- It's your fault he never recovered. - Stop blaming me. You got evidence?
You're in my grasp. I have the evidence and witnesses needed.
Will you keep playing games with me or would you rather tell the truth?
What do you want to know exactly?
Make some coffee for me.
What is it, Vicky?
Feeling lonely?
Excuse me.
Where've you been?
I spent a week looking for you.
Sit down there, please.
Do we have anything important to talk about, father?
Quite a lot.
Dimmy, you know since your late mother died, I took over bringing you up...
Too much verbalizing, father. Get to the point.
Where've you been all these nights? What is this mess you're in? What's wrong?
You made three questions.
Can I ask one too?
I'm expecting an answer, not a question.
Isn't this yours?
Yes. So?
I found it under Rosa's bed.
How come it was there?
What kind of nonsense are you talking about?
You very well know I could do anything for your happiness.
And I'd never harm you.
Anything, father?
Anything, Dimmy.
In that case...
Can you make Rosa love me?
You know where I've been all these nights, father?
Looking for Rosa.
So I can live.
I can't, without her.
I tried to but I can't.
Can you understand?
Whore!
Why did you do that?
Because I stopped canoodling with you
you take pleasure in seeing Dimmy suffer because of you.
Save Dimmy while there's still a chance
'cause I'd rather see you dead that my own child, is that clear?
I am dead.
I want you to believe me, I love you too.
It's very hard for me to forget you.
It's rather funny loving and not being with each other but
we can't be with each other, we mustn't, you understand?
Yes. You're right.
It's funny.
Tragically funny.
You belong to someone else.
- I belong to no one. - You do! To Dimmy.
Dimmy loves you, he wants you. He can't live without you.
- Who is it? - Dimmy.
Just a minute.
Let him in.
You weren't expecting me, right?
What have you got to say about my degradation?
Why did you make me love you?
Why did you tum me away?
Tell me...
I'm afraid you'll never understand my point.
- Understand what? - That you're a whore!
Rosa, forgive me. I didn't mean to!
Get out, Dimmy.
There's nothing in me for you.
Neither love not hate.
Nothing.
Do me the favor.
I want to be alone.
Why did you speak to him like that?
What did you expect me to do? Hug and kiss him?
Years ago, a car killed my wife.
Now, you are killing my child loo.
Verbal sentimentalism... with no face value.
No honesty.
Because you can't possibly be honest.
Go, Alexis.
- Why did you kill her? - I didn't kill her!
How did you kill her?
Leave me alone! It wasn't me.
And how do you know it was not a suicide but a murder?
- Where were you that night? - I've told you.
- Say it again. - In a bar.
Why are you lying, Lismanis? You weren't seen at the bar
and you were at the villa right after Rosa's death, everyone saw you.
So speak. - Gimme a break!
- I impore you! You're a hypocrite! - Don't insist! I'll shout!
- You're all empty! - impotent! You're funny!
- Don't talk like this! - I'm not afraid of you!
- Shut up! - Oh, God!
- I'll tell everyone, you coward! - No, you won't.
- Don't come near me! - Shut up!
- Are you on drugs? - No!
- You never saw any? - No!
- Why do you visit graveyards? - Find I! yourself!
- So you do visit there! - You're wrong! Do I?
- Why did you kill Rosa? - I didn't!
- What newspaper do you read? - What... '.7
- Why did you push her? - I don't get it...
- Why did you put color on the maid? - That's my business. - Mine, too.
Why put a coffin in your atelier? - Me? When did I? - You said so.
Just now you said about the night Rosa came to your atelier and you quarreled.
- No, we just talked. - Why didn't you tell me she came? - I forgot.
- Why did you threaten her that night? - I didn't. - You did, Lismanis! - No!
It was she who called me names!
She threatened to tell your father all about you, so you killed her, right?
- I didn't do it! It was an accident! - Why did you push her?
She fell. I only asked her to sympathize with me, I didn't kill Rosa, she fell!
How did she fall?
Forgive me!
- Father, this is Rosa! - Oh! How do you do!
- Didn't I say she's a beauty? - You didn't do her justice.