03x16 - The Forgotten Room

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We are strangers on our own, Pursuing
our dreams, Longing not to be alone,

You are young and see
no end To bright shining

days, But years go by,
and wounds would mend,

Forgotten men in forgotten rooms.

Forgotten men in forgotten rooms.

Hold it!

Watch it, pal!

Are you crazy or something?

I live here!

Good to see you, Theo.

Father, will you come with
me, please? This way, Mr.

Fuchs.

The tent-co-jack Mr. Fuchs,
he's the security guard.

He saw the suspect drag
the body down the steps.

Move the body down the steps.
Move off towards 9th Avenue.

A few minutes later, he comes back from
the other direction, back in the building.

Then Mr. Fuchs grabbed
him on his way out again.

He had with him this
empty Ritzina wine bottle,

Wrapped in this newspaper.

Did you see his face
when he dumped the body?

It was too dark, but it was the same man.

Same coat, same footsteps.

Suspect is one of the tenants
here, Nicholas Trifores.

He's a Greek immigrant.

Been here about three years.

Okay.

But throw out the exorations, the life,
and the repose of this departed servant,

who Christ our God.

Now unto thee, the escapee... The M.E. says
she's been dead about a day, Lieutenant.

Strangled, probably by hand.

There's some bruises on her face,
too, like she was slapped around first.

Where's the right shoe?

I can't find it anyplace.

Her name is Alice
Ganine, about 30 years old.

She lives in a small
dump in the next block.

A couple of people tell me
that she's been a prost*tute.

Okay, put Sebastian under detail.

Let's start with the
buildings next door,

alleyways, all the garbage
gas within a couple of blocks.

He's looking for the victim's right
shoe, and maybe some stockings.

Yes, sir.

Yes, of course, sir.

Phil, you know Trifores is a good boy.

He never had anything
to do with people like her.

Existing, I think.

Thanks a lot, Costa, for
your help, okay?

I said all.

Adieu.

Hey, Mr. Kojak, you know me.

Trifores

I work for the widow, Katrina Patropolous, in her bakery shop.

Oh, sure. You're the maestro
in the kitchen, right?

That's right.

Hey, you help me.

These guys treating me
like some kind of criminal.

Nico! Excuse me.

Nico!

Nico!

What's going on
here? I don't know.

They think I k*lled some woman.

What?

If you think he could do
such a horrible thing, you are

no judge of character, and
I know you better than that.

Katerina, would you relax, please?

The whole neighborhood's
down my neck already.

Nobody's accusing anybody of anything.

Except this guy, my landlady, you know.

She doesn't like people to drink.

So, I don't want her to
find that bottle in my room.

Well, I take a little walk,
get some fresh air, that's all.

You mean you didn't go down
that way after you dumped the body,

then come back into this
building a couple of minutes later,

from that direction, then
go out with that bottle?

Go out one way, come back the other?

How many guys you're talking about, mister?

I never saw that woman before in my life.

You wouldn't mind if we
check your room, do you, Mr. Trifores?

Oh, no.

Come on.

You'll give my men a
statement, won't you, Fuchs?

And thanks a lot for your help.

You the landlady?

Yes, sir.

Lieutenant, can I see you a minute?

Do you always keep that front
door unlocked like that, lady?

The tenants do that, sir.

They are always losing the key.

It's terrible.

You know, anyone can go in and go out.

You see what happened.

The m*rder probably took place here.

The body laid here for about a full day.

We'll analyze the substances,

match the blood groups
against the victim to be sure.

Is this jug always stored
back here, lady?

Yes, sir.

You see, we had a new
furnace put in last year,

and it blocks off the
storage room downstairs.

Yeah.

Check down here?

Yeah, it's pretty clean.

Lieutenant, can I see upstairs?

You saw them there, huh?

I don't know what they're
gonna make us a coffee, huh?

You're a Greek and you don't say it?

Come here, Lieutenant.

Lieutenant, this is
Mr. Antonakis, Lieutenant Kojak.

He's been sick in here a couple of days,

and he says he would have heard any unusual
sounds or noises from Trifores' room.

The walls are thin, like filo.

I can hear him spot flies.

Sometimes I hear... I listen...
for to hear woman, huh?

Never.

Stavros, can you hear me?

Sure.
Huh?

Trifores is good boy, Lieutenant.

He bring me bottle of algal
lemon, or when I'm sick,

and when I cough all night,

he listen to me.

I never complain.

Antonio, it's the same with
me, huh?

Thank you.

Lieutenant.

Finding?

Nothing yet, Lieutenant.

Look how nice and neat
he keeps his room, Theo.

Is this the room of a
m*rder*r, huh?

Very nice.

Who's the pretty lady?

My mother, when she was young.

She lives in Thessaloniki
now with my brother.

But you can't make any money there.

I send them what I can.

If I get in trouble,

if I lose my job...
Nico, don't worry.

Yeah, Mr.

Trifores? I'll have to
ask you to go downtown.

Am I arrested?

No, no, no. We need a written
statement, that's all.

But why, Theo?

You've obviously didn't do anything.

Well, look, if you've
made a mistake, I'm sorry.

But when somebody points a finger in
a m*rder case, it has to be checked out.

Now, Katrina, if you want
to go with him, it's up to you.

You are wasting your time, Theo.

A story by life.

Come.

Let's go, then.

If the k*ller doesn't live in the building,

why does he come back a day
later and drag the body outside?

Anybody else live here who
looks like Trifores? Not really.

Maybe Fuchs has got it right.

Maybe it is Trifores.

Maybe, maybe, maybe,
but I kind of hate to think so.

I mean, for Katrina's sake.

I'm sorry, but we've been
around the bush, Mrs. Janowski.

We're not going to get anywhere.

My niece was a good person.

She grew up in the country, in Illinois.

Yes, we're not trying to judge her, Mrs.
Janowski.

We just want to find her k*ller.

Now, people say she was a prost*tute.

Now, if she lived with you for
a while, you must have known.

She was finished doing that.

How would you know that?

She came to see me,

trying to borrow money.

It was a couple of days ago.

She was behind on her
rent and about to be evicted.

I did what I could,

but it wasn't much.

Do you know anybody else
she might have gone to for help?

Well, maybe that creature
she called her boyfriend,

Cooper,

Andy Cooper.

Andy Cooper.

Do you know him?

Andy the Pandora? Sure.

Pretty girl who left Illinois
to make it in the big city.

She came here to a modeling school.

Exactly.

Sure. Now, she met Andy Cooper,

a slick worm in a shiny old Dorado who
showed her all the bright lights. Right?

She said she was in love with him,

that he was going to help her.

He did get her into some movies.

Should I ever invite you to see them?

No.

It's an old story, Mrs. Janowski.

I'm sorry it happened
to your knees, really.

Can we keep these pictures?

Yes, if they'll help you.

We'll return them. Thank you very much.

Andy Cooper,

maybe Alice Kanine was on her
way to see him the night she d*ed.

Get this picture out of the 52
files and check around 42nd Street

to see if anybody saw him together.

What do you got?

Everything that Three Footers
tells us checks out so far.

We haven't been able to find anybody
who even saw him with the victim.

As a matter of fact, nobody's
ever seen him out with any lady.

Okay, so release him.

Give Carter a hand on Katie Cooper.

Yes, sir.

Nico!

Nico!

I'm sorry I had to leave.

You are all right, huh?

Yes.

But it was bad.

They ask me all kinds of things.

Who I go out with,

why I come to this country.

Your friend, Mr. Kojak, too.

But Nico,

now he knows you did not k*ll that woman.

That's why you're here.

So don't worry anymore.

Why should you?

You really are my friend, aren't you?

After three years you can still
wonder who never forgets your birthday.

And I remember
you, too, this year.

June 1st.

Right?
- Right.

You make me feel
part of something.

Being here

is not like working.

It is like...

we are family.

And I am the older
sister, I suppose.

Hey!

I never think of you as my sister.

And I never think of
you as being older.

Well, I am.

A little bit, I'm sure.

Come on, come on.
We have half a day's work to make up for.

I found this panty hose, lieutenant.

And a trash can between the rooming
house and 9th Avenue, but so far no shoe.

Okay.

Let's get them to the lab.

See if they match with the victim.

Ever stuffed in this bag? Yeah, why?

Look at this price here, $2.49.

Tall, skinny bag. For
bottles of booze? Figures.

I checked the liquor store
near 39th on the west side.

See if anybody recognized their writing

and remembers who they
made the sale to, okay? Right.

And make sure we keep a couple of men on
the street looking for that missing shoe.

What about Crocker and Starburst?

Yeah, they're out trying to
get a lead on Andy Cooper.

Good catch.

It was late Tuesday.

It was push at midnight.

First thing I heard was this hysterical
yelling in the arcade, and then I saw Cooper

and his Alice character
screaming her head off at him.

What was the fight about?

He wouldn't lend her some money, so she
was threatening to turn him into the cops.

Next thing I know, they're
punching each other over there.

She took off,

and he, uh, went after
her a few minutes later.

Any idea what the fight
was about?

Not a clue!

But why don't you just ask Cooper?

He's usually at the cafeteria
around the corner, about 10 at night.

Happy birthday.

Oh, that's very nice of him.

Thank you, baby.

Zei gesunt. You too, Stavros.

I heard the police gave you a hard
time because of that dead woman.

Sure.

Why not?

To them I look like a bad person.

Don't take it personally, Nico.

That's the way they do things.

Everybody gets the same treatment.

Sure.
Only I'm working hard to be a citizen.

I never saw anybody worry
so much about being dead.

What would happen to my poor mother

if I cannot work in America
and send her money?

You've got a legal right to be here.

They don't kick you out for nothing.

Yeah, I heard a lot of talk about how
you came to rescue him from the police,

like a bear fighting for a cub.

Well, sure.

A good baker like Nico.

If he goes to jail,

it ruins my business.

So,

is that all I'm around for?

To be a good baker?

Katerina?

Katerina?

Hey, look.

I'm sorry.

The police thing, it makes me nervous.

Theo Kojak is a fair man.

He is not going to let the
police make trouble for you.

At the station, when I told them
I don't go out with any women,

they tried to make me feel bad.

Why do you say you don't go out with women?

You do, don't you?

I don't want to hurt you.

I don't understand. What would hurt me?

Three years ago,

when I first came to work,

one day I'm in front there,

laughing with a girl, a Greek girl.

I remember the girl.

Very beautiful.

You were mad at me.

Like a bee, you came
chasing me all afternoon.

Don't talk to the customers.

Stay in the kitchen.

Niko, that was a long time ago.

Here.

Well, I thought about that.

I said I don't want this
nice lady to fire me.

Her husband is dead.

She needs a man around.

She doesn't want to share me with anyone.

What? You thought these things about me.

I don't believe you,

thinking I would ever care what you did.

Stop making fun of me, Katerina.

If there was somebody to
fall in love with, I would do it.

Whatever you might think.

There are no women here, Katerina.

Not strong women.

And not very many strong men.

Ah, here it comes.

Your husband could do anything.

Anything.

From nothing he bought this building.

Gave his parents a farm.

Put his sister through the university.

And made me
the happiest woman in the world.

For a little while.

Katerina, this can be a hard country.

Thank you for making it better for me.

I mean it.

Coming.

You know,

you were right.

I hated the way that
silly girl made you laugh.

I put your warrant out on Andy Cooper.

So soon?

Well, Crocker and Starvros found a
witness who saw him, exchanged threats

and punches with the victim.

And the night she left, he followed.

Sounds promising enough.

Have you read this lab report
yet on that pair of pantyhose?

No, it must have just come in.

Well, the fluids found in the alcove

tested out blood group A,
same group as the victims.

Similar traces were found on the stockings.

So at least those
three things tie together.

Now, we could just find
out that the paper bag

had been in Cooper's possession
and we'd be getting somewhere.

Well, I got Saperstein
trying to trace it now.

Captain McNeil.

Yeah, Crocker.

You. Yeah, Crocker.

Andy Cooper just went in the cafeteria
across the street from the arcade.

I'll be right over.

Now, you don't figure an old gorilla like
me would know how to do the bump, right?

If you guys don't mind,

I don't need a de-automat for this reason.

We have some bad news for you, Andy.

It's m*rder, Andy. m*rder.

Yeah, Alice Ganine?

She's dead, Andy.

Little Alice from Evanston.

That's awful. Awful.

Strangled to death in a
rooming house on 36th Street.

Oh, I'm shocked. I, uh...
Hey, knock it off, Andy.

Knock it off? What is
this, an audition? In a way.

Your performance? Strictly him on right.

Come on. I haven't seen
that no talent broad in months.

You don't say. Tell me, how'd you get that
big scratch in your five o'clock shadow?

I'll tell you nothing.

Now, what is this act?

Well, we know about the fight
you had with Alice in the arcade.

So how's that for one big, fat,

wide-lying as you're ready?

Uh, Cooper?

Come on, we're going downtown.

You guys can't be serious.

Come on.

Move. Move it, Andy.

So tell us, Andy, what did you
do after the fight in the arcade?

I went home and I went to bed.

You, Andy? Come on, you keep lying to us.

I'm gonna give you a bop with a lollipop.

Now, you began to worry about her
threats and you went looking for her.

Why else would you lie to us?

Because I don't want other chicks
thinking that I b*at up on my people.

Knock off the stories, Cooper.

You found her on 3060, dragged
her into her rooming house.

With what? Hypnotism?

Maybe to kiss her makeup,
but promised her some money

and then you choked her
to death under the stairs.

If I was going to do
something that stupid,

would I do it after a
fight on the street?

You're no Einstein, Cooper.
That's a lousy defense.

A witness says you were violent
and angry and you hit her very hard.

I was bugged because she stopped working

and she owed me money
and she was making a scene.

But there was nothing to k*ll her for.

In a car, Cooper. Book him.

as*ault would intend to do bodily harm.

That should hold him for now.

And read him his rights and like that.

You have a right to remain silent.

Lieutenant, I traced that particular type
bag to a liquor store here on 38th Street.

Do they know Cooper there?

Yeah, they say he
comes in here all the time.

Perfect.

Now, use that $2.


the clerk who made that sale.

You come up with the sapper's
team, we got this case locked.

You got it.

Explain something.

Why does Cooper come back to the
rooming house 24 hours after the m*rder?

Just to drag the body out to the street.

I mean, why should he
care where the body's found?

Hey, Frank, we built a case against Cooper.

Maybe he'll explain everything.

One thing at a time, okay?

Here, coat jacket.

Saperstein again.

Now what?

A new twist, Lieutenant.

Cooper isn't the only one
who uses this liquor store.

Our old friend Trifores,

he buys his stuff in here, too.

Anybody remember selling
to him the night of the m*rder?

No, but here's the catch.

Cooper never buys
wine, and for $2.


bag, wine is all you get.

Yeah, for $2.49, Saperstein,

do you get Rizzina?

You sure do, Lieutenant.

All right, come on in.

The bag was sold to Trifores?

Maybe, with a bottle of Rizzina in it.

I got Janey and Kojak.

I want a chemical analysis

of everything you found
in Alice Ganine's stomach,

and I need it tomorrow.

Hey, that's too bad.
I can't wait that long, okay?

You know,

I was kind of hoping, Frank,

for a particular woman's sake,

that Trifores was off the suspect list.

What'd he claim in his statement?

He was three years in this
country and not one girlfriend.

Maybe he sneaked around late at night
after work with ladies like our victim.

I'll talk to Katarina in the morning.

If he was saying
prost*tute, she might know it.

The widow's gonna just
love you for that discussion.

Yeah.

Tell me about it.

You look tired.

Well, I didn't sleep well last night.

Don't eat so much before you go to bed.

And try some chamomile.

Ah, bravo.

So?

Why did you want to see me?

Look, Katarina, I need your
help with a little problem.

Why couldn't you come to the bakery?

Because I didn't want to talk in
front of what's-his-name Trifores.

You still suspect him.

Look, uh, we've got some questions
about some of the things that he said,

and it would help if they
could be cleared up, that's all.

What questions?

Well, he's trying to give the impression
that he's some kind of an angel.

So?

So? What's he trying to hide, Katarina?

Why do you even ask such things?

Look,

it's one thing to be afraid of making
waves in a new country, I understand that.

He's a good man.

Better than even I suspected.

It is such a sin for someone to be careful
who they go out with, not to be cheap.

Careful who he goes out with?

Meaning he does have some sex life.

If he doesn't want to talk
about it, that's his right.

Well, what's there to be ashamed of?

Unless he's got some hang-up about
confessing to seeing prostitutes, Katarina.

Prostitutes?

You mean like the lady that was strangled?

Oh, you are a sneak, Theo Kojak.

You are tricking me.

He's still a suspect in your mind, and now
you're making trouble for him, and for me.

We have known each other a
long time, Theo, but we are no

longer friends, and you are
no longer welcome in my shop.

Oops!

What have we here?

I found it next to a
knocked-over garbage can on


from the rooming house.

All right, get it to Forensic.

Then get a blood type from it,

and then compare it to the blood
type on both Cooper and Trifores.

Check with Immigration or the
Public Health Service if you have to.

Yes, sir.

You shouldn't have lied to the police.

So, a few times a year, two years ago,

I went out with one, two women.

I told you, American women.

What can I say? Where can I go?

You can go to your room.

Say anything you want, I suppose.

You can go to your room.

With my landlady checking?

So you can go to her room.

You are as bad now as the police.

So you can go to her room.

So maybe you go out with prostitutes.

So maybe you k*ll someone...
Nico, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

You are the one person
I thought I could trust.

The one person I want to trust.

You're hurting me.

You're hurting me!

And how is that?

To be around you. To see how proud you are.

To see how you wound someone yourself.

No.

No.
I do not want to talk about this anymore.

Are you afraid?

I love with my husband.

It was sacred.

I will make this sacred.

And according to prints, the handkerchief
used by an individual had blood type B.

Andy Cooper had type O.

What about Trifores?

Type B.

So are a million New Yorkers.

Look at this. Contents of victim's stomach.

Includes substantial
traces of wine and rosin.

In other words, we had seen a wine.

An empty bottle of which Trifores
was throwing away when apprehended.

Now, why does Fuchs
see him come out one way

and then come back in
the other direction?

All right.

This is the stoop of the
rooming house on 36th Street.

Trifores drags the body down
the stairs and dumps it right here.

He goes over towards 9th Avenue.

But on the way, he
drops the paper bag with

the stockings right
there in the garbage can.

And the shoe and the
handkerchief found in the other

garbage can around the
corner here on 35th Street.

All right.

Now, you see what's happening?

Yep.

He's walking around the block.

It fits the story Fuchs gave us perfectly.

All right.

Trifores comes back from
this direction and goes inside.

He decides to get rid of the wine bottle.

He puts it in the paper
bag and comes out again.

And Fuchs is outside
with a catch, isn't it?

Yeah, well, it sounds fine.

Except everything in
our bag is circumstantial.

Squeeze him, Theo.

Now, we got enough on him to pick him up.

We put the fear of God
into him, in Greek, if it helps.

I mean, if you can't cr*ck
him, I don't know who can.

That's true.

Okay, I'll get Stavros and pick him up.

All right, man, I'll go with you.

Only a few lose a few.

Nico, we need some more baklava.

Nico, I told you.

What's wrong?

The bullies.

Nico.

Nico.

What am I gonna do?

They keep coming back.

What do you want?

Trifores?

Yes?

I said, what do you want?

Katrina, I'm very sorry, but
we have a warrant for his arrest.

Why do you want to do this, Theo?

You were never an evil man.

Well, I'm doing it because of the
evidence, not because I want to.

I read him as right, Stavros.

Your right to remain silent.

So help me, Theo.

You will have to k*ll
me to get at this boy.

Well, you take it easy, Katrina.

I cannot let you arrest an innocent man.

He's not necessarily so innocent.

Which means he is not
necessarily guilty either.

All I'm gonna do is give
him a chance to confess.

If he doesn't do that,
he'll go up in front of

a jury to see what they
think about his guilt.

Jury?

Who are they?

Are they Greek?

Maybe they are old men.

Jealous of his youth, or
they are women like myself.

Somehow afraid of him.

Katrina, I don't know who they are.

Don't really know where he was
the night this woman was k*lled.

We have our theories.

Theories?

That's all?

Well, I know.

Sometimes love happens all at once.

Sometimes very slowly.

We talk that night.

All night.

Katrina, you gotta think
of what you're saying.

You'll have to come with us, make a
statement, swear to it in the name of God.

You think I'm lying?

Do you think I say
this sort of thing easily?

We were lovers that night.

It is not easy to face
the truth about yourself.

To say you were afraid.

To say... I want to love you.

But it has happened.

Let's go uptown.

Let's see if there's some black
and white signs sealed and sworn to.

You know, Katrina... I
have nothing to say to you.

Consequently, Trifores and I remained
at my apartment at the bakery until 8.



Signed Katrina Patropolous.

I think they're really in love.

And all she's doing is lying like mad

to make sure she doesn't lose them.

Well, this has got to be a
very heavy trip for that lady.

I mean, a widow for six years,
suddenly she's in bed with a m*rder*r.

Oh, she doesn't know he did it?

No.

I mean, she couldn't handle all that.

In fact, we're going to solve this.

We're too close not to.

And when we do,

well, I'm afraid that
lady's going to find herself

right in the middle of a very
unfortunate, very classical Greek tragedy.

Say, tell me something.

Are there any classical
Greek detectives?

Oh, well.

When Helen and Troy
got kidnapped, remember?

They sent the army, they sent the
navy, they sent Achilles with that heel.

They did not send the
private eye, I'm sorry.

Yeah, I guess you just want to
consult an oracle in those days.

Oracles and priests.

That's not a bad idea, Frank.

I think I'll go consult one
myself in the morning.

What, an oracle?

No, a priest.

Gotcha.

CHOIR SINGING

Would you tell Father
Demetrius having to speak

to him for a moment
while he gets a chance?

Here, coffee, rose, and some
wild honey from a friend in Athens.

I have been saving it for months.

That's good.

Come, sit. Sit down.

What?

Katerina, this is a special day.
Let's do something special together.

Like what? The zoo.

I have never been there. And lunch
in some big hotel. And the movies.

But what about
the shop? The shop.

Let's close it for today.
Just for a few hours.

Huh?

Well, okay, sure. Look, you
give me a little time to get ready.

You go home and change your
clothes and I'll be there in 30 minutes.

Anniko.

What?

Later on, I would like
to go past the church.

Of course. We should talk to the priest.

We should confess for last night.

If you want.

Father Demetrius.

Tell you, my dear friend, how are you?

Good, thank you. Good.
But maybe not so good.

Yes, I can see you have
a serious look in your eyes.

I need to speak to you
about the death of Alice Ganine.

Unfortunate soul. Not one of my flock.

Well, we think we know who may
have committed the m*rder, Father.

And, uh, but now, uh, well, the
widow, Katrina Patropolous.

We both know this, uh, respectable
lady for a long time, right?

Well, I know there are
ethics involved here, Father,

but is there any way
that, uh, you can help me?

What do you mean?

I only want an impression,
an indication of the truth.

The truth is not such a
terrible thing to search for.

Now is it, Father?

Well, this is very serious.

She thinks she's protecting an innocent man

and, uh, has she been to
confession since the m*rder?

Could you tell me that at least?

Every Wednesday night.

I can tell you that. This is no secret.

So after the confession that night,

uh, how long did she remain in the church?

Not more than three minutes.

Three minutes?

I mean, that's no penance
at all now, is it, Father?

I mean, only a saint would be in the
confessional so short a time, don't you agree?

That's right, dear. Only a saint.

All right. Thank you, Father.

Look, uh...

I'm sorry I had to speak to you this way.

You know what I mean.

You came very close to being unforgiven.

But I'm sorry, too, that
you must concern yourself

with these unfortunate affairs.

Thank you, Father.

Dufour!

Yes?

Can you come here, please?

What?

Is any of this junk yours?

Some of it, I guess.

Why? Because the fire
marshal was just here.

He says it's a fire hazard.

It has to be moved by today.

What are you going to do with it?

We have to find some way to
get it back in the old storeroom.

Otherwise, it has to be thrown out.

I'll do it.

I'll be glad to do all the
moving work for you.

Eh, birazi, my son Christophis
is coming at 3 o'clock to do it.

Just throw out what you don't need.

Are you going?

Uh-huh.

He's not there.

Where is he?

I don't know.

He didn't come home last night.

I was supposed to meet him here.

Maybe he's down in the basement.

Eh, there's somebody down
there fiddling with the old furnace.

I can hear the noise on the radiator pipes.

What are you doing?

Why are you burning those things out there?

What is this room down here?

Who do you bring
here, Nico?

I don't know.



Avkar 747, meet this
unit at Trifores' apartment.

I was lonely.

I needed company, women.

I am a man, Katerina.

He's downstairs!

Oh, Lieutenant,

try the basement.

And this woman?

This Alice?

She was one of these women?

Yes.

That night,

she was waiting
for me, very upset.

Someone had beaten
her up pretty bad.

We came down here.

She had some wine.

She asked for money
from me, a lot of money.

She threatened to make
trouble if I refused to help her.

Then what, Nico?

She said she was going
to wake up everyone.

I chased her up the
stairs into the hall.

I offered to give her $50
and she spit in my face!

She started to scream.

So I shaked her a little bit

not to hurt her,
just to scare her.

I was afraid.

I was hungry.

She was screaming and screaming,

and I put my hands on
her and she got frozen.

Nico... Nico... Oh, God!

I'm so sorry, Katrina.

I never meant for it to happen.

This morning,

it was such a happy time.

And now... I didn't
trick you about that.

I do love you, Katrina.

I was going to ask
you to marry me today.

I really was.

Vame.

Nico!

Nico!

What will happen to him?

Oh, I don't know.

Things could go in his favor.

You just never know.

But he shouldn't be such an
old man by the time he gets out.

And me.

How old will I be?

We are strangers on our own.

Spazmena ta onira. [Greek singing]

Xihazmenos.

Xihazmenos.

Xihazmenos.