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"CLIPPINGS"
ANNA ETIARIDOY
LEONARDO SFONDOURIS
KOSTAS DELAKOURAS
MARIANNA POULOUTIADOY
MANOS KARATZOGIANNIS
DIMITRA KOKKORI A. KONTOU / CHR. D. KOTSIFA
T. GIANNOUTSOS K. KOLOVOS T. MPOUNTOUNIS
Costumes-Make up: A. KONTOU
Music: NIKOS VITTIS
Written and directed by: MICHALIS GKINOS SPYROS PAPATHOMOPOULOS
Hello. My name is Irene Anagnostou.
I want to make an appointment. It's urgent.
At 12? Thank you.
Try to calm down.
I know you've been through a lot. Are you on medication?
Yes, to sleep. But even then I see nightmares.
Do you believe in dreams, doctor?
I believe in fears hiding in our subconscious ... ...and revealing in our sleep.
I see him in my sleep, all the time.
As he used to be: A beautiful, sweet boy.
Was he calm as a boy?
Absolutely. He would do everything to please us.
He knew what was right. He was a mature child.
It isn't exactly so, Mrs Anagnostou. The little child depends totally on his parents.
Since their care is essential for his life, he will do everything not to lose them.
From the first day, he will use all his means to achieve this.
He subconsciously plays the role that he is appointed to.
But we didn't oppress him. He was a happy child.
He was happy because his acts made you happy.
It's difficult for a child to develop his real self,...
.... because he can't live with it.
He belongs nowhere.
But our desires and everything we oppressed in our childhood...
...always find a way to go out from ourselves.
Much later... With disastrous results.
I'm very sorry. I have to go home.
I'll arrange some other appointment with your secretary.
You're late!
The rehearsals. If that show ever gets ready!
Your cell phone was turned off.
The battery was over. Are you jealous?
Yes. I don't want others to steal my starring actress.
Did you find any new clues?
The same. Theories over a dead body.
And what about our movie?
We'll carry on with what we already have in our hands.
Not a bad idea at all!
I saw him!...
He was standing there watching me...
Our son...
I'll call an ambulance.
I was scared and feeling weak in front of him.
And our house was ungovernable, without rules.
He is talented in everything.
Mrs. Anagnostou...
How is he, doctor?
He escaped danger. The cut wasn't serious.
He says he saw someone...
Yes, I know...
Don't worry. He'll be fine.
Mrs. Anagnostou, can I have a word with you?
Who are you?
Police. My name is Constantinos Simos. I'm investigating your son's case.
I thought this case was closed. On behalf of the police at least!
Can we go somewhere else to speak?
I'm very sorry for your husband.
He's devastated by our son's death.
What a hard case!
And still unsolved...
Mrs Anagnostou, I know the police didn't stand up to their standards.
However, the investigations are still carried on.
By you?
Yes, I personally took charge of the case.
Mr. Simos, who are you kidding?
Do you know how hard is to identify your son at the morgue?
One year passed and we haven't got any answer.
You come here telling me just words.
I know how you feel.
I identified him from his clothes...
They had smashed his face...
...And from the ticket to Paris.
He was leaving next morning.
Still nothing?
He doesn't seem to respond. He's getting over a recent split-up.
Come on, Dimitra. He's only shy. Has he realized that you fancy him?
I did my best. Discretely.
Either he is too sensitive or he is pretending.
For sure, he is sexy.
He doesn't know us well. I met him in the theatre team.
Amateur actor who is doing it as a hobby.
He'll feel comfortable with time.
I hope so.
Your drink.
Thank you.
You don't seem to have fun. Do we make you feel bored?
On the contrary, I have a fantastic time.
Thank you for meeting me to the guys.
I knew what I did. You were terrific in today's shooting.
Thanks. I was too nervous.
How come you didn't become a professional?
I had to choose between my father's job and the art.
My parents were unyielding. So I persuaded myself that the art doesn't need me.
And here I am in constructions business.
Did that soothe you?
Yes, since I realized that the art needs nobody. We need the art.
But I, at least, have a brick to knock on my head.
Come on, guys. Enough with that silence!
What a couple!
They're fierce!
Who wants to dance with me? I accept offers.
Me...
Me...
Me, not.
Are you sure you saw him with a girlfriend?
Yes and she was gorgeous.
From tomorrow, I'll be on diet
Constantinos, my friend, together will walk through the rough roads of truth.
Allies and warriors.
Shall I join the 300? Leatherwear suits me well.
Together at war!
"Accident or ***? A young boy was found dead before he left abroad for studies."
"After one year, incidents of Sotiris Anagnostou's death still remain unsolved."
An isolated place. No witness. Only the night's silence.
I'm obsessed with this movie. To reconstruct the incidents... To understand what happened...
An experiment!
Think of it: When you take a role...
...you usually depend on what you know about the character's past.
Right?
Right. Absolutely right.
We're doing the inverse thing!
Knowing the outcome, we're trying to discover the cause.
The facts that leaded to the present point.
Our friends, we invited you here tonight...
...to thank you for participating to the movie.
And to all propose to the case's solution so that the movie will end too.
OK, there's no need to hurry. After all, audience can wait.
As long as there's pizza at the shootings!
You, Constantinos...?
I'm fine. With or without pizza.
Irene, are you OK?
It's nothing. I feel a little sick since morning.
Are you cold?
I'm fine, thank you... You like your job, don't you?
Why are you saying this?
It's obvious.
Yes, I love my job. It was my dream. Crime inspector.
Aren't you too young for this position?
It depends on what one is determined to sacrifice.
My son was passionate with painting.
He was leaving for Paris to carry on with his studies.
A painter...
You know, someone can find similarities between a crime and a painting?
What do you mean?
Sometimes, in front of a dead body, you feel totally weak.
Crime has a disarming power.
A tragic, morbid power that tells you that...
...you're capable of changing nothing anymore.
Thank you for driving me here.
I'll walk home.
My son spent his last night here.
Every time I open this door...
...is like opening a window to his secret life.
Mrs. Anagnostou, I think it's time to drive you home.
You need rest.
They're late, apparently?
Apparently, you're in a bad mood.
I'm hungry, cold and I want to sleep. You want more?
No, I had enough. Why stay up late if you can't stand it?
"PR", darling. A career is what I want to make...
...not to become a monk!
Hi, guys!
Long time no see!
Sorry for being late. Are you finished with the rehearsals?
The director was on a crisis. He liked nothing.
Thank God, it's over!
Let's see how to escape from your "director". Where is he?
He's coming. We have news about the movie.
New clues. We're coming from the press archive.
Sotiris Anagnostou was murdered. Look at the photos.
Face full of bruises, almost deformed.
He has an enormous wound in the front side of the skull.
Broken ribs, ill-used body and something strange...
... he has stabs in both his palms.
Why did police stop the investigations? It's a clear *** not an accident.
Lack of witnesses. The spot he was found at is isolated at night.
Sight is blocked by the rocks.
His friends being with him that night didn't make any statement?
They said they'd left him home, one hour earlier.
Hi, guys! How about having breakfast somewhere?
I read a physics' article, the other day.
Me, you, Constantinos, we're all an illusion.
We're time stretched in space.
Stefanos, you shouldn't take expired drugs!
What a strange case. As if time has stopped since that night.
As if this boy never existed.
Sure, but I don't see you eating your fries!
Are you feeling better?
It's a couple of days that I don't feel well.
I don't think it's something serious. I blame the rehearsals, the movie...
You'd better have it checked. Just to be sure.
By the way, did Constantinos talk to you about me?
General stuff. What a nice actress, what a nice girl.
***! Wrong impressions, again and again.
Sooner or later, I'm going to seduce him.
Come on, crazy girl. The others will worry.
Did you miss us?
Seconds were passing like centuries.
Ah, you're here too?
He didn't say a word since we came. "Lost in investigation".
Well guys, it's time to leave Sotiris Anagnostou to speak to us...
Tell him not to speak too loud. I'm going to take a nap!
They're full of paint. Have you been painting again?
Caravaggio, my favorite painter...
When I first walked, it was to go to daddy.
But it was you who laughed, yelled, applauded.
How beautiful you were!
I remember you with your strict mood, working on a case...
...and staying up late behind your office's closed doors.
Daddy said I should be quiet.
The adverse party was horrified by you. I was admiring you.
I admired those small wrinkles, full of decisiveness,...
...between your eyebrows, around your mouth.
That mouth saying all those difficult words...
...law, trial, sentence.
I went to the greengrocer's and bought some oranges. Doctors said that I need vitamin C...
Why did you do it again?
When I was a kid, every time my toys were broken,...
...I shut myself in my room and cried.
As a comfort, my parents said they would buy me new ones.
But I didn't want new ones...
I wanted the old ones!
I wanted every time something would be broken...
...to be fixed and become brand new again.
You speak like him.
Things can't always be fixed.
What's the meaning in sticking to a crippled past?
Irene... Irene...
There. See? He has blows in the head and the face.
Aren't you impressed by his pose?
It is,... I don't know,... as if someone put him carefully in this place.
Yes, indeed. In a point of view, it resembles a painting.
This element should exist in the film.
The victim was a painter. It is as if he painted himself his death.
That couldn't have happened.
Yes, but for some reason it did. You can't always explain things.
Anyway, it's an interesting coincidence.
What to say. I'm confused. A painter was found dead in a precipice.
We don't know under what conditions. A corpse's photo can't give us answers.
What are we? Police officers?
That's exactly what I'm trying to say.
Our job is comprehension not investigation. A film is what we make.
Anyway, few things I've understood about my role.
If we don't find any real clues, we'll have problem.
I suggest we fight more. Besides, this police officer starts the investigations again.
Something strange happens with all them. And I don't care whether it's real or not.
That's how I want you, Dimitra! Committed to the art!
Tell me now that I'm only for commercials, because I'm practical.
I'm leaving. I got to go to the gym.
Wait to pick me up. I have a casting.
If I don't find a job, I see myself as a clown in children's birthdays.
Irene is still at the rehearsals?
She'll be late. She has some work to do.
Yes?...
Mr. Anagnostou, my name is Simos. Can I speak to you?
Did you see my wife? She suddenly left.
Yes, I saw her going out.
You know her?
I came to the hospital to speak to you. But your situation didn't allow it.
I talked to your wife. Let me introduce myself. Police inspector Constantinos Simos.
What's this all about?
About your son's death. Investigations start on a new base.
I undertook head of the relative department. Certain open cases are good to be put in an order.
What do you want to learn?
Shall we speak inside?
Sure.
Hi, Stefanos. I won't come home tonight. I'm dead tired.
I'll take care of some things and I'll sleep to my mum's. To see her a little.
See you tomorrow... I'm fine, yes. Bye.
I know it's difficult for you... When did you see your son for the last time?
The evening before he was lost.
I was sitting in this armchair and he was ready to go out.
Last night of having fun with his friends...
Did he say something useful for the investigation?
I've already said that in my statement. They should be in the file.
Yes, of course. Your wife was out?
Yes, she was working late.
My wife is a lawyer. She's often away from home.
And what do you do?
I am a pensioner of aviation. I had an accident and... you know.
Now, I have almost undertaken the housework.
Your son wanted to become a painter, right?
You're well informed.
Yes, he wanted to study painting.
Everything was arranged. He was leaving for Paris next morning.
I don't think I can help you more with your investigation, Mr. Simos.
I've said all these a thousand times.
There's always something that we miss, Mr. Anagnostou.
Let's give it a second chance.
Can I see his room?
Everything is as he left it. Neither me nor my wife touched a thing.
Your son had a special character.
My son was an artist.
Did you approve his passion for painting?
I have nothing against artists. Let's say that I don't understand them.
Did you believe in him?
I believed what a father believes for his son.
Forgive me, but I want a more specific answer...
Were you proud of his choices?
I wanted him to have a secure and comfortable life...
But, it doesn't matter anymore.
Mr. Anagnostou, I feel that you avoid to answer.
Maybe you avoid to ask: What exactly do you want to know?
What did you say with your son that evening?
I knew you would ask me this.
I'm afraid that our last talk wasn't calm.
We had a row. My son wasn't an ordinary child.
He did strange things.
What strange things?
He made friends with terrible people.
Do you see all these sketches? They are them.
Drug addicts with mutilated parts. Prostitutes full of diseases.
The underworld attracted him. He lived dangerously.
Every night, he was lost in the most notorious places seeking models for his passion.
To paint them. To depict their misery...
Didn't he have a friend? I mean somebody like him.
He had one friend. We never met him.
He talked about him with excitement. He felt sorry for the others.
He had bought this for him. He didn't find the time to give it to him.
"To my beloved friend. K."
What's your subject tonight?
One piece of work! All artists try to create one piece of work!
One sketch, one piece of music, one film.
How about you?
I'm a director.
My job has to do with questions. "How?" Why? "
You try to understand. To get an answer from the silence.
You join the clippings. Always something's missing. Always...
A father. A mother. A son and a friend.
The story you're looking for has to do with love.
Everything happens because of it, right?
Where do you live?
I live in a house made of glass...
...where my mother can look in any time she wants.
But in a glass house you can hide nothing without being found.
Unless you burry it...
But then you can't find it yourself too.
"When I was still a little child, I admired the hardened convict..."
"...on whom the prison door will always close."
"I used to visit the bars and the rented rooms his presence had consecrated."
"I saw with his eyes the blue sky and the flower-filled work of the fields."
"I followed his fatal scent through city streets."
"He had more strength than the saints, more sense than any explorer..."
"...and he - he alone! - was witness to his glory and rightness."
"Along the open road on winter nights,..."
"...homeless, cold, and hungry, one voice gripped my frozen heart:"
"Weakness or strength? You exist, that is strength."
"You don't know where you are going or why you are going."
"Go in everywhere, answer everyone."
"No one will kill you any more than if you were a corpse."
Did you forget your lines?
I can't carry on.
Guys, I can't stand it anymore. My nerves are broken. I can't concentrate.
Don't panic. We've all been bad at rehearsals.
Tomorrow you'll be fine. You're blocked.
Yesterday, my father got me on the phone. Pretty much, he asked me to return to the island.
"After seeing that acting isn't for you...", he said.
"... Why are you staying in Athens and spending the money?"
"Come back home to see what you'll do."
Everywhere the same ***. If you ask me, ignore your old man. Do your own.
I have no patience anymore. I'm tired.
I'm tired of searching, tired of working without being paid, tired of this team.
I don't want to spend my life in bars, waiting for the big chance.
And what if it never comes?
- We too have the same agonies, Sotiris. - You've got to believe in your talent.
Who gives a *** about talent. Talent is the last thing you can rely on.
And what a talent!...
Maybe, we see things differently.
Maybe my father is right...
Have you been lazy? I have news for you.
I have to go. If you are shooting, let me know.
What's wrong with him?
Crisis. And if you don't finish your movie soon, you'll have to look for another actor.
Okay, that's Sotiris. Grumpy.
Look what's written here.
"Sotiris Anagnostou, the painter of the fringe, was found dead in a coastal desert region..."
"His mother, Irene Anagnostou, described him as a special new artist, who lived extreme..."
"...as extreme were his subjects."
I had confidence in my son's way of life...
...because I believed in his talent as an artist.
I was tolerate of any extremity of his...
...but maybe this cost him his life.
His death was an artistic act.
Perhaps this confirms the theory that he caused his death.
I'm impressed with the attitude of his mother.
Rarely do your parents support you in unconformed choices.
Not both of them. Here it says that his father didn't agree with his lifestyle.
Listen. It also says that Sotiris had some friends with a cop.
"A young and occasionally sexually issued junkie said ..."
Why don't you ask his close friend?
He knows night well. He is a cop and he hunts us in our ranks.
He painted prostitutes and junkies. He made business with cops.
He went to infamous places. And he was almost eighteen.
And a new face is added to the puzzle. Does it say something else?
No, no other reference.
You'll come back...
If anything, you'll come back one day...
Why are you still hanging around here?
Weren't so many times that I've busted you enough for you?
My mistake, pretty boy. Good night.
No, wait ... Get into the car.
Don't bother. I can go on foot to the police station. To enjoy the ride.
Are you "high" again?
Me? Sheriff?
You know that I'm a fun of healthy diet. Drink my milk at night. Get to bed early.
I said get in!
Leave me alone, Sheriff. I'm out of money, out of boys...
You can clean Athens from hookers some other time. Tomorrow is another... night.
Do what I say!
Don't push me. Didn't your mother teach you how to treat a lady?
See? Even you can be nice.
Put it down!
A relative of yours? How cute!
No one ever refused a good *** with me.
I love it though. In how many *** my offenses are erased?
You're paid not to talk.
OK, what do you want me to do?
To shut up!
What are you looking at?
Loneliness in your eyes.
You can go.
Come here!
What unites us is more than what divides us.
We've got it! Very good! Bravo, guys!
What a great scene! You were very good.
Are you okay?
I can't stand it anymore. I can't carry on.
This story has affected all of us.
The experiment finally works. We've found truth in the characters.
And we've lost our truth.
What's happening is beyond me. I can't go on.
First of all, you need rest. Then, think about it.
Sotiris got me on the phone.
He took a leading role in a soap opera on TV. His was so happy.
Ah, really? Good for him.
Dimitra disappeared. She stopped returning my calls, showing up at the rehearsals.
I'll phone her sister to learn what's going on.
Ok...
Stefanos, we should talk about something serious.
Listen to what is written here.
"Police operation for the arrest of a youngsters' group."
'They lurk in isolated locations and attack to young homosexuals, with rocks and crowbars ".
"New investigations relate them to the young painter's ***." Fascinating?
A lot!
"The Tempest" W. Shakespeare
Here!
Do you like the theatre?
Yes, I go to drama school. First year. Do you like the theatre too?
Yes.... More or less.
Is it hard?
Yes, but I don't care. I'm sure I'm going to make it.
You're so pretty!
I got my first job. Interviews for a "lifestyle" TV program.
OK, it isn't like acting. I do it for practice.
To become known, to get to grips with the camera, to make contacts ...
- Good luck! - Thank you!
Your books!
Oh, I'm going to leave them somewhere.
That's for sure!
I spoke to your sister and ...
I didn't have time to call you. I found this job and have no free time.
Are you sure, Dimitra? That was it? I mean with the theatre.
I decided to give up theatre. At least in my life.
To stop pretending the graceful, the emerging, the promising actress.
And what about your dreams?
I woke up.
Neither Shakespeare nor Chekhov needs me. Not even Constantinos.
So that was it?
Not only. I made the sum and found zero as the result.
I'm fine here... with my veals!
How about you?
I'm pregnant.
Darling, that's great news!
What does Stefanos say?
I haven't told him yet. I didn't find the right time.
He lives in his own world.
Stefanos is an artist. Yes, he is.
Yes, but I don't know if his work of art includes me.
Nonsense. Stefanos loves you
He'll be thrilled about the child.
I don't know, I feel like a fear of pregnancy. It's this film too ...
Whenever you need me for the film, I will find time.
To leave my trace on culture.
You're totally crazy. I'm leaving. See you soon.
Good morning.
You look better than yesterday.
I'm much better. Thank you for yesterday.
I was thinking of you. Do you have some time?
My husband is afraid of everything.
The time that passes. The life that lost its meaning.
Our relationship that is drowned in ghosts, hopes, dreams...
But do you know what? I can no longer help him.
Because I'm afraid too. I'm frozen to death by fear ....
Irene,...
...I want you to know that I knew your son.
What did you say?
I knew your son. We were friends.
How?
I met him since I was patrolling at night.
He was hanging around alone.
I told him that it was dangerous to hang around in those infamous districts.
He said that his home was hostile. All things there made him go away.
Did my son want to escape from home?
Didn't he know how much we loved him?
We met every night. We became friends.
Something like my little brother.
Outside he was aggressive, but inside he was so vulnerable.
I don't understand...
Some nights he slept at my place.
Had you and my son been... lovers?
Yes.
It is difficult ... I mean ... I had no idea ...
His touch caused me an unprecedented heat.
Like a warm wave I wanted to get lost in for ever.
And what do you want from me? The investigation?
A *** talked to the police. She was a friend of Sotiris.
She knew we were friends. Sooner or later, the investigation would reach the truth.
The hunt! They're after him!
They're too many. He can't escape.
Pulled faces. Eyes lurking, full of hate.
Do they catch him?
Yes, they catch him. They throw him on the ground.
One approaches with metal pins. The others hold his hands and feet.
What are they going to do?
They nail his hands and feet. On the ground. So he can't escape.
And then?
Now, one gets a stone.
He lifts it with force. Over his face. Again and again.
Blood. His shirt becomes red.
Do they say words? Cry?
Inarticulate cries. Screams of joy. Joy for the sacrifice.
Sacrifice to an unknown god; primitive, merciless god...
He? How is he?
He endures. Words remain no more. Voice is left no more.
The other one, his friend? What is he doing?
Nothing. He is hidden watching.
He's scared.
He's just watching?
Yes. He now sees that they stop beating him.
They pull off him the metal pins. They drag him at the cliff's edge.
... And they throw him on the rocks! A resounding clank is heard.
And then, what?
Nothing. Only the waves...
I was there watching everything.
I could have helped him, but I didn't.
Why?
Your son was a police informant.
I had suggested it.
So he could have access to the most dark threads.
He would become my right hand.
A good information at the right time, was enough to promote your career.
And did that worth my son's life?
I couldn't stop them.
He'd broken the code of silence. The police had already decided to get rid of him...
How did you find yourself there?
That night, we were together at the bar.
We had a fight. He left alone.
I followed him secretly.
Who were they? Did my son know them?
Minions. Sotiris got notice of them.
Provoked them.
He wanted to suffer the violence.
Why?... Why?...
He had lost his faith in... humans.
His faith in life.
He didn't want to be betrayed anymore.
You see? Depicting the visible isn't enough for me.
What is not seen interests me.
Some of the chaos hiding within us and daring not to come out.
As I said to you last time, dreams reveal our fears...
Our depressed desires...
But above all, they give practical advice on how to help ourselves...
...at the present conditions.
Well, Mr. Anagnostou ... Irene ... now you know what to do?
Yes...
What?
Irene (Peace).
A child? Are you asking me to become a father?
I'm not asking you anything, Stefanos. I'm just pregnant.
As you know I didn't smell the lily.
Together we have to see what to do.
Having a relationship is far from having a child.
Come on, you know I love you.
But I'm not ready to have a family.
A child violates your principles of freedom.
You love me, we make love, we make dreams...
We stroke each other's vanity.
Only life, sometimes, requires us to make decisions.
What? To quit everything and clean baby's ***?
I, myself, want to live. To create.
Only I don't know what's more important.
Maybe your movie. Perhaps your child.
I'm lost, Stefanos, and you don't help me.
You're scared and you frighten me.
Let's see it calmly...
After all these years that we live together, we see at opposite directions.
Wait, Irene. We should make a decision.
Don't bother.
You know very well what to do in your life!
Irene. I want to see you.
We need to talk.
I know I killed him.
I didn't support him. I didn't accept his choices.
All of a sudden, thanks to that TV series, you are in the limelight.
Tell us some things about you.
I'm very lucky that TV gave me the opportunity to become known.
It's not my first appearance, though.
I've done some things with a theatre team, and even now finished shooting a film.
And when does it come out?
I don't know. It depends on the director.
Anyway, we shot this movie as a good team and we all loved it.
As you know, this touches the audience.
Lies! All lies!
Friends, life, the film.
All lies! All is nothing!
It's windy, right?
All lies!
Let the public admire my masterpiece!
This is what a group of artists succeeded by believing that they could change the world.
Only they didn't change themselves first.
And this touches the audience!
We thank you so much and wish you good luck in everything you do.
I wish you well, honey.
Why don't you speak? Irene, I've been meaning to tell you.
I wanted you to know my feelings about you.
I can't hide myself anymore.
I know your relationship with Stefanos.
But now that the movie is over, I need to tell you.
I can't stand any more oppression in my life.
Not to fight for what I want.
Irene, I love you.
I'd rather not see you again than never tell you.
So you love me, don't you? You fancy me?
You want to tell me?
You want to take me from the other? You risk?
The good boy makes his revolution like a brave man.
To prove us that he's got balls!
And who told you, baby, that I don't fancy you too?
That I don't want to take you here, right now?
Come on, chase me!
It could be your lucky day, who knows?
But don't upset me much.
I'm pregnant, you know.
I'm expecting a child and I have to be careful.
Why are you looking like a fool?
Can't you get it up?
Why don't you grab me?
Why don't you change my body?
Why don't you change my life?
Get out of here, you fool!
Get out of here!
Go to hell, all of you!
All of you!
Please, I want to speak to the gynecologist.
Good morning, doctor.
I made my decision. I'll interrupt pregnancy.
Excerpts from "Une Saison En Enfer" by Arthur Rimbaud