After midnight.

At Marina’s and Peter’s home… Athanasia and Irene are crying silently…

Medium long shot.

 

John

Holding Athanasia’s and Irene’s hands. His time had come, girls…

Athanasia

But why?

Irene

Why now?

John

Better now…He died at his wooden house… On the Lagoon…

Athanasia

He didn’t say all the words yet…

Irene

What are you talking about?

Marina is coming with cognac and coffee… Medium shot.

Marina

My dear John, will you drink coffee as well? She is giving him a glass of cognac.

John

First offer the girls and then we will see…

Athanasia

Thank you… She is kissing Marina’s cheek as Marina stoops.

Irene

Thank you… There was no need…

John

There is always a need at such moments…

Athanasia

Marina found Peter’s diary…

Irene

Surprised. He knew how to write? I had the impression…

Marina

He used to write since he was little…Time. And when I met him he continued…

Irene

And he did not finish his diary? Is that what you wanted to say Athanasia?

Marina

His diary still is at the wooden house…

Irene

Wouldn’t it be nice to bring it here?

Marina

No, Peter wanted it to stay there…

Irene

But…

John

It’s there where we will bury him… Medium close shot.

Athanasia

It’s the best place for him… Time. The body and soil together with the caress…

Marina

We brought him here for the neighborhood…

Irene

Now neighbors have passed… And we are left alone again…

Athanasia

Now Peter will always be with us…

Marina

It’s only Fotis that is missing…

Moon smoothly lightens Peter’s wooden house… Flashback. Full shot.

Peter

When I die I want you to come here… Medium shot.

Fotis

But, everyone will be at your house…

Peter

It doesn’t matter they will understand later on…

Fotis

For the diary?

Peter

It’s my memory…

Fotis

Your work…

Peter

I want it to live after my death too… Medium close shot.

Fotis

It will live inside me, don’t worry…

Peter

I know… Time. But, I want you to continue my work…

Fotis

You want me to write at your diary?

Peter

It’s only from you that I can ask this… The other ones won’t dare…

Fotis

Is there anything else that you want? Close up.

Peter

No, whatever I’ve got is in it…

Fotis

When your time comes, I’ll come here… Peter is going to bring his diary…

Peter

That’s it… He is giving it to Fotis. Medium long shot.

Fotis

Greek Times? Time. Like Meyer’s diary…

Peter

When I read his work I decided to continue it…

Fotis

You’ve written down Mesolonghi’s history…

Peter

When you look at Mesolonghi every day from the Lagoon’s point of view… at nights you want to write its history…

Medium close shot.

Fotis

But, I don’t come from Mesolonghi…

Peter

Every free man is a citizen of Mesolonghi. Close up. Flashback. The end.

 

Peter is standing up and he is hugging Fotis… Medium shot.

Under another moon we see Peter’s wooden house. Full shot.

One single candle is glimmering inside. Medium long shot.

Fotis is writing on the table. Medium shot.

Peter’s diary lives again in the night…

Fotis is crying for his friend. Close up.

A sigh becomes resurrection.