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He'll try to complete his myth on November 8 in Crete.

-Why? -That's where the Minotaur is.

And who's the Minotaur?

That one.

THE PRIME MINISTER IN CRETE

-I guess we've found Lavdas. -Get a warrant for Lazaridis.

Lazaridis's secretary cannot find him. This was on his desk.

A ticket to Crete.

-Have you seen the voice? -I have.

What's it like?

We're not telling! We're not telling!

-The other nurse, Markos Christou? -Pericles Nikolaou told me...

that he did not show up at work.

There's no way Philipos could be a serial killer.

I didn't say he's the only suspect.

-Apostolos, what's this? -You confession is a formality.

The sooner you talk, the better for all of us.

-Kill the PM? Where is he? -Downstairs.

He asked for his lawyer, but I want to break him, so I'm delaying.

The night that Scarlatos was murdered...

why were you so late at the clinic?

I'd discovered a drug leak from our warehouse.

-Lazaridis is not the killer. -What are you talking about?

We were just informed that Lazaridis is going to Crete.

-Lazaridis is in a cell downstairs. -But his ticket is travelling.

They asked about you. What you're studying and where you are.

Soon it'll all be over.

It's been confirmed.

The black van with the turtle is onboard.

Have them ready the chopper.

We'll see it any minute now. Is everything ready?

Everything. I spoke to our guy on the ship.

CHAPTER 8

THE LOGIC OF THE ILLOGICAL

That's it.

Let's end this maniac's career.

-Good morning, Mina. -You're very early today.

I need your help, but we have no time.

-Tell me. -Can you see...

if this person went by plane to Crete...

in the last two weeks?

These are the flights I want you to check.

I'll do it.

Don't you need a warrant to check...?

Ladies and gentlemen, disembarkation has begun.

The drivers are requested to go to their vehicles...

and the other passengers to the exit ramps.

The captain, officers and the crew would like to thank you...

for travelling with us. We hope to see you again soon.

Good morning.

Since yesterday, you said?

I see. Thank you.

Well, he went to Herakleion on October 20 in the morning.

He came back with the noon flight, the same day.

He had bought a two way ticket. But...

he also went to Herakleion last night...

with the last flight, One way ticket, this time.

Good morning.

They told me you were looking for me.

Do you want the print-out?

Turn off your engine. Put your hands on the wheel.

Turn off the engine. Your hands on the wheel.

Throw the key from the window, with slow movements.

Open the door and get out of the vehicle.

Open the door and get out of the vehicle.

Keep your hands away from your body.

Close the door.

Put your hands behind your head and turn your back to me.

Turn your back to me. Walk backwards.

Walk backwards.

Keep on walking.

Keep walking.

Stop. Kneel and then lie down. Your hands away from your body.

Lie down. Spread out your hands. Your palms facing upwards.

Turn your head to the right.

-Have you got him? -I got him.

Give me your other hand.

Stand up.

Is the van yours?

No, guys. I'm a member of the crew.

It's abandoned. I'm taking it off the ship.

Hi, Dimitris.

Mr Barassopoulos... No, I want to...

Yes, I know. Listen to me.

I know who the murderer is and where you'll find him.

What's happened?

You won't believe this.

Let's go quickly. I'll tell you on the way.

Excuse me. Let me pass.

Step aside, please. Excuse me.

-Who's head of security? -I am.

-Did you search everywhere? -Yes.

Search again. The auditorium, the stairs, the toilets.

Nobody's to go in, unless I say so.

Yes, sir.

It seems incredible.

Are you telling me?

My mind is buzzing from the moment I heard it.

After how many years can one claim...

that he knows a person?

If that person doesn't want you to...

you never get to know him.

Superintendent, the search has been completed.

-Did you check everywhere? -Yes.

Except a locked toilet for disabled persons.

-It's probably out of order. -Search in there too.

We don't have the key and I cannot find the janitor.

Let's go together.

This is the locked one.

Let's not break the door, please.

Step aside.

You were worried about the door?

I don't know... How could I suspect...

We'll talk later. Go downstairs and wait for instructions.

Yes, sir.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Some space, please.

I told you, when the PM comes, you give him the flowers.

Then, you say the poem. Do you remember the poem?

Yes, sure.

We don't know the exact time of the PM's arrival.

He should have come to the Cultural Center already.

If anything comes up, we'll keep you posted.

Was that okay?

The guests are here. They have their pass and they want to go in.

-I can't keep them waiting. -Did you search them?

Yes. Their personal effects as well.

Let them in.

They're all in, except for the guy that gave Lazaridis's name.

The Prime Minister will be here any minute now.

At least, our guy is not in.

Could we be making a mistake?

Apostolos, how will he get in?

He may have put Lazaridis's name on the list.

But how will he get in without Lazaridis's id?

He's not coming in.

Come with us.

-Hello, Chief. -Doctor!

Gun! Everybody get down!

Your hands behind your head.

Pantelis!

What happened?

It's over, Vassilis.

In an operation that seemed like a scene from a film...

the police captured in Crete the man who's responsible...

for the murders of Antonis Grizas, Michalis Artakis and Zoi Manesis...

while information suggests he may be behind three more murders.

The insane murderer's motives are still unknown...

and his identity has not been revealed yet.

Yet, according to information that hasn't been confirmed...

the most frightening thing is that he had come to Crete...

Hello, Mr Barassopoulos.

What time are you coming?

I'll be there.

WATCHING THE NEWS. I WANT DETAILS.

YOU'LL BUY ME A DRINK TONIGHT, POIROT. KISS

Where is he?

In the interrogation room. Pantelis is with him.

He was not going to go into the building.

The knife was a decoy, to make us search for him inside.

He would complete his last Labour outside.

In front of the people and the cameras.

That's logical.

He could not enter the building.

If it weren't for a young man, who tried to throw eggs...

he might have succeeded, and the Minotaur would be dead.

Dimitris, you were really great.

We couldn't have done it without you.

I'm sorry I did not get it sooner.

How did you know it wasn't Lazaridis or Christou?

Lazaridis and the coroner were friends.

Lazaridis confided in him about the order to release Scarlatos.

He also told him the other stories, he knew about his staff.

He talked too much. Couldn't keep his mouth shut.

At some point, his mind snapped...

and he thought of the story of Theseus's Labours.

How did you know that the killer was not one of the other suspects?

On the night when Scarlatos was murdered...

Christou goes to inform Lazaridis that the patients are in bed...

and they're ready for inspection. He sees Scarlatos in his office.

Get out, Markos!

Lazaridis sends him away and tells him to wait.

I don't care about this!

Markos Christou tries the warehouse door, to see if it's unlocked.

He sees Scarlatos going to his room.

He goes out, goes to the window of the warehouse...

he removes the railing, which he had loosened and goes in.

Then, he was the "leak" that Philipos was looking for.

Exactly.

He was stealing drugs for his father...

who was in pain.

Mrs Toula has cleaned the kitchen.

She goes to tell Lazaridis about the problem in the freezer.

Naturally, he's not there.

He's in the warehouse, checking to see what drugs are missing.

That moment, our killer is in Scarlatos's room.

He went in through the window with the loose railing.

He had loosened it himself during his regular visits there.

Perhaps. Petalas could have also done it.

When he was not playing chess with Lazaridis...

the coroner was programming Petalas.

Vassilis hears the glass that breaks.

He throws the bat a nd leaves hurriedly.

Mrs Toula hears the sound of the iron bat.

While Mrs Toula was picking up the pieces of the glass...

the murderer had time to leave through the window.

The voice!

It was not me! Not me.

It was the voice.

Help! Help!

Markos Christou heard her.

He runs, gets Pericles and they go inside.

How did you know that the coroner was Theseus?

He made a mistake...

when we went, seeking information about Lazridis.

What mistake?

I don't know. I'm speechless. It doesn't sound logical to me.

Markos Christou killed Grizas...

because one of his victims operated on his father?

Mrs Toula, a tiny woman, threw Savakis off the roof?

Philipos killed Scarlatos, because of his niece...

in his own workplace? I cannot believe it.

Especially, about Philipos, I don't believe it.

How did he connect Mrs Toula with Savakis?

Whoever knew about Mrs Toula...

knew about Lavdas.

They also knew that Lavdas sent Massatos to bully her husband.

How did he connect Mrs Touls with Savakis?

He knew about Lavdas from Lazaridis, who told him the story.

Even if he had spoken to her, she'd have told him about Lavdas.

Perhaps, even for Massatos, though she didn't know his name.

He found Lavdas...

saw that he was dealing with Massatos, followed him...

and he found Savakis.

He was a ideal for his fifth Labour.

We were the only ones who knew about Savakis's involvement...

in Mrs Toula's story, because of our interrogations.

And the murderer, because he was watching everybody.

How did he connect Mrs Toula with Savakis?

Mrs Toula, a tiny woman, threw Savakis off the roof?

I called the morgue and nobody answered.

That was strange. Somebody should have been there.

They had to perform the autopsy on Lavdas.

The next day...

somebody told me...

that he had left early. Probably, right after we left.

Mina helped me find details about the flights...

You got him!

Everybody is destined to die.

-Good evening, Vassilis. -Good evening, Apostolos.

-What's this, Vassilis? -What do you think?

As you realize, your confession is just a formality.

A formality?

My confession is the essence of everything.

-Nothing formal about it. -Vassilis...

have you realized what you have done?

-I don't regret any of it. -Why did you do it?

Right. We've come to the "why".

Now is the moment when I tell you my sad story...

and you realize what it was that turned me into a monster, huh?

Do you have a sad story?

Is there anyone who doesn't?

When I was a kid, around 5...

hide-and-seek was the worst game for me.

If I did not hide well, my punishment was...

I was hiding from my daddy.

Either because I didn't want to listen to my mother's screams...

when he was beating her...

or because he raped her, every time he came home drunk.

There was something worse.

When he felt like it and Mom had gone shopping...

or he had sent her to get him cigarettes...

He put out his cigarettes on me.

To teach me, to train me, as he said...

not to scream when he...

He made me fear the living.

That's why I chose to work only with the dead.

Did you buy it?

You should see your faces.

You believed I was abused, huh?

Admit it. You fell for it.

Sorry, my family was fine and they really loved me.

They were excellent parents and my childhood was like a dream.

Would I call myself a monster, after the masterpiece I created?

One step before my deification? Are you really that stupid?

How stupid do you think?

We caught you and you're here, handcuffed.

If I had not involved this one...

and if I had not made the mistake, according to you...

about Mrs Toula and Savakis, you'd have caught my ass.

For a man who'll be deified, that's a poor choice of words.

Have you met many gods and know how they talk?

Great. We enjoyed your acting exhibition.

I asked you why you did it.

Because I can.

-Because you can? Just that? -Just that.

You can throw the garbage out of your home.

I am cleaning my own home from the social garbage.

My home is humanity. Therefore, I don't clean only my own...

-but yours as well. -Ours?

What are you doing? You're chasing your tail all day...

thinking that you're doing something. You don't do shit.

All you do is preserve that cancer you call society.

Aren't you part of society?

Definitely not. I am part of humanity. That's what I serve.

Then, you serve something far greater.

With greater meaning. The population of humanity...

-is smaller than that of society. -How can you serve humanity...

when you're killing human beings?

You wouldn't understand.

Then, what good is your work...

if nobody can understand it?

Future generations will understand.

If you're serving humanity...

it's your obligation to try and make us understand.

Society is composed of problematic, spoiled people...

who only care about themselves. Society perpetuates the present.

Society is based on communication skills...

whereas humanity is based on understanding.

Society, to achieve its aims, uses training...

while humanity uses education. Society only includes the living.

Humanity includes the living, the dead and the unborn.

More contemporaries of his read the works of Plato...

or rather those that were born afterwards?

-Those who were born after him. -Then, who was he writing for?

-For the unborn. -He belonged to humanity too.

And society tried to exterminate him, as you will do to me.

The society of religious, decent people killed Socrates and Jesus.

-Yet, everybody is proud of them. -And are you like those?

Their equal!

Do you consider yourself equal to Socrates and Plato...

-after what you've done? -What did I do?

-Are you serious? How can you ask? -Yes, I'm serious.

What I did is taught to kids in school as an example.

An example of bravery, an example to be followed.

Who am I threatening? Who ought to be afraid of me?

Who ought to be afraid of Theseus? Only the killers.

Only the spoiled sub-humans. Those who take lives...

to satisfy their greed and their senses.

Do you really believe that I'm more dangerous than Lavdas...

who caused four people to die, in order to make money?

Am I more dangerous than Savakis, who brought girls here...

promising them a better life and made them sell their bodies?

-Listen... -More dangerous than Scarlatos...

who killed a girl and made three more hate love?

Than the pig Manesis, who sold her disease?

Than Grizas, who raped 5-year-old boys?

He raped and killed children. Children! And now you tell me...

that my confession is a formality!

What did you think?

That I'd deny those acts that will make me immortal?

Life after death is in the memory of humanity.

But we're few, we, who can see the light.

You, my friend, will not see the light for years.

If you ever see it again.

My incarceration by your society is the validation of my Labours.

My ticket to immortality.

I'm not backing down. I'll go to jail because I want to.

-You're just crazy. -Why are you so angry at me?

You ought to be more kind. I did you a favor. You wanted it.

Now I understand why you're mad.

Because I did to your bother's killer...

what you didn't have the guts to do, scared little man.

You're a fucked up lunatic, psychopath.

-Would you call me that in court? -Sure...

even if they charged me with disrespect.

Wonderful. Do it.

Then, I won't need a lawyer. I'm crazy and you attest to it.

I go to a mental clinic, I eat all my food and drink all my water...

I am a model patient and in 15 years or less, I'm out.

We'll never allow you to get out.

Why? That's the law.

You respected the law for Grizas, why not for me?

I'm not convinced by your theories about humanity and society.

I know.

The difficult thing for a genius is not to solve a problem...

but to convince society that it has been solved.

Okay.

Do you confess that you killed Scarlatos?

Yes, I confess that I killed Scarlatos.

-Griza's murder? -It goes without saying.

Shall I not confess my greatest work of art?

-Yes or no? -Yes, I confess.

-Manesis's murder? -Don't waste your time.

I confess that I killed Scarlatos, Grizas...

Manesis, Savakis, Artakis and Lavdas.

I was not under the influence of any substance.

My actions were methodical, premeditated and in cold blood.

I also declare that I do not repent for my actions.

All I did was the result of mature thinking...

and ingenious planning.

One last thing. If you were really wise...

you'd understand the symbolism of Theseus's Labours.

-What do you mean? -Theseus killed...

all the petty feelings he had inside him...

in order to reach deification.

If in your warehouse...

with all those instruments that give pain...

if you had set everything on fire...

then, you'd be closer to the meaning of the myth of Theseus.

Now, you are just a perverse mistake of Nature.

Humanity will simply forget you.

History will never mention you.

History is like chicks. If you ignore them, they chase you.

If you chase them, you don't exist for them.

Socrates believed in what he did.

He didn't care about History.

The same is true of Jesus and Plato...

and Pythagoras.

The Ancient Greeks discussed, they didn't say, "Let's philosophize".

Birds are not aware that they're singing.

People think they're singing.

Birds are just talking.

You'll be forgotten before you're dead.

You are unable to comprehend.

I...

I am Theseus.

I am the realization of a myth.

I am the Myth.

Come back.

Come back!

I told you that I wouldn't forget what you did for us.

The whole story's in here.

Photos, dates, names.

And this is the video of his arrest.

I hope these will be the start of a long, honest career.

Superintendent!

I want an exclusive interview from you and Lainis.

Forget it.

Monday morning at 9, in your office. Okay?

Dimitris, thank you for everything.

Once more, you did what you had to do.

Today we closed an important case. That's all we should think about.

About that other case, the Other Self, we'll talk some other time.

I'd like to say that now we follow our separate roads.

But we live in a strange time, and people's minds are fragile.

One more thing.

Life is strange, but beautiful.

The only bad thing about life is that it's short and passes quickly.

Whoever feels choked by love...

is either sick, or not a good person.

Live your life, Dimitris, because it ends very fast.

Dimitris, I probably won't see you again.

Though with all those lunatics, you never know.

It was an honor to meet you and to work with you.

You must remember your bother.

Only then, do the lost souls find peace.

I should be thanking you.

Yes?

Dimitris, get Apostolos and come here.

Calm down, I'll get him.

-Fast. -I'm coming.

Hi, Dimitris.

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