Singapore Sling

THE MAN WHO LOVED A CORPSE

Written by Nikos Nikolaidis

Directed by Nikos Nikolaidis

It was late at night. I was leaning on a car...

conversing with the leftovers of a bottle...

that was coming from the North.

I figured in the state I was in things couldn't get any worse.

I was the broke, homeless and friendless sort of guy...

who chases after lost causes with female names, which lead nowhere.

Mine was called Laura, and I met her many years ago.

My world was a sick and pitiful world...

where trouble from a girl like that had to happen.

It's been three years since I lost her.

Every time I smell jasmine on a passing girl...

I think of her and start looking for trouble again.

That's how I got here.

Only "here" is a bit strange...

Two women are doing things which would have stirred me once.

But with a bullet in one's shoulder, one can't do much.

Especially on nights like this one appreciates them even more.

Let alone the rain beating down on the hood.

It lulls you away, until you see Laura once more.

It was these things, as well as the hunch...

that made me put off my entrance, get in the car...

And pass out in peace.

My poor child.

Laura... how strange.

Honesty, you understand?

I want proof! Proof!

"On a long path..."

"I see a little rabbit, running."

"I want to catch it with my hands, but..."

"it is too far, too far!"

She thinks her father is still alive. She is crazy!

When I came to, I was lying on my stomach...

in the backseat of a car,

I had no idea how long I'd been there.

My bones ached and I was in a wretched state.

Laura had not shown up...

I was a complete fool...

No one would ever call me again.

So I could see where the hell I was.

Everything indicated that Laura passed by here.

I've been collecting evidence for the past three years.

I was very good at this job once. That's what everyone said.

Then, my mind became tangled...

so, they grew tired of me and I was fired.

And to think it was a routine case.

"In a few days, you'll forget it, like so many other cases."

I said to myself.

But things don't always turn out as expected.

I was coming from the past and I knew I was almost dead.

But I had to get into this house, if only to find out...

who I sold my life to, while paying the price, once more.

So I reached for the phone...

and passed out again.

Whoops, my little tits!

Nothing happened yesterday.

She was standing before me...

a pair of earrings which reminded me of something...

and an old Luger in her hand.

It felt like I was slipping on something hot and wet.

With a little luck, I could get her out of here.

But luck isn't always enough.

Surely, there was a better way to show me...

how unwelcome I was in this house.

Now I had to convince her of my good intentions...

and play for time.

So I began to fiddle with my shoelaces.

This seemed to make a good impression on her...

because she tried to help me.

I thought of speaking to her...