In a house… Medium long shot.

Irene
Athanasia can’t understand how Fotis thinks…
Aris
Who can?
Irene
His friends. Time. You, can’t you?
Aris
There is a difference between simple and simplified!
Irene
What do you mean?
Aris
Fotis’s simplicity is not simplified… Medium shot.
Irene
So what? Time. How about you?
Aris
When you reach a mountain’s tip, you realize that blue is unattainable.
Irene
So what!
Aris
Why do you think that somebody must be comprehensible to all?
Irene
Because that’s how society functions…
Aris
And what if Fotis doesn’t belong to this society?
Irene
Are you serious? Medium close shot.
Aris
He has a very different way of thinking…
Irene
And does this mean that he’s superior to us?
Aris
No, only that he’s different…
Irene
And what right does this give to him…
Aris
To the contrary, he has no right. Sad. His very existence even… Close up.
Irene
What are you trying to say?
Aris
Societies don’t like differences. Medium shot.
Irene
But he thinks even over death in a different way!
Aris
But isn’t death the point of reference to life?
Irene
Whatever I might tell you, you support him… Why?
Aris
Because I know how many things he does for us…
Irene
No matter how many things he does, Athanasia suffers…
Aris
If Athanasia suffers is not Fotis’s fault… Medium close shot.
Irene
But then whose?
Aris
Hers…
Irene
And Fotis?
Aris
Fotis is not made for this… He has another role…
Irene
And how do you know this?
Aris
I know it as I know that the Lagoon is blue… Silence. Close up.
Irene
Why did you stop?
Aris
I thought that Fotis is like the ocean… Time. Simple like the ocean…
On a street. Full shot.
Athanasia
Where are you going?
John
I’m going to find Fotis…
Athanasia
Again?
John
What’s the matter? Medium shot.
Athanasia
Surprised. But what is he doing there?
John
Would you like to come with me?
Athanasia
No. I’d rather not!
John
As you want…
Athanasia
You didn’t answer to me!
John
Whatever I might tell you, you won’t believe it…Time. He lives the stone memory… Close up.
Athanasia
On the Lagoon?
John
It’s there where our memory used to live…
Athanasia
All this is useless now… Peter is dead! Do you hear me?
John
Peter now lives inside us and you know it, my dear Athanasia… He is hugging her. Medium shot.
Athanasia
Why does he avoid me?
John
The lighthouse of memory avoids nobody… He lives alone for the others!