Sotiris was born in Athens in 1979. He studied Physics at Patras University and Film at Aristotle University of Thessaloniki with specialization in Screenwriting. He has written several short and full feature screenplays and has gained awards for his work at London Greek Film Festival, Scriptwriters Guild of Greece and Artfools International film Festival of Larissa.
He has participated at Talents Sarajevo Program of Sarajevo International Film Festival and Balkan Film Connection in Belgrade.
short fiction
developed script
People are not always what they seem to be. Sometimes even witches have reasons for being witches.
Attached to the project: no partners attached to the project
Looking for: producer
Keywords: short, drama, kids
feature narrative
first draft of the script
When he can’t remember her face there are two choices either remember or suicide or even worse.. Awakening something darker…
Attached to the project: director
Looking for: producer
Keywords: drama, psychological, thriller
INT. MAIN FLOOR – LATER / AFTERNOON
George is lying on the couch; he is starting to feel better. Beside him, Catharine holds a wet piece of cloth.
GEORGE
What happened?
CATHARINE
Nothing, you fainted. Come on,
drink this.
She gives him a Tylenol with some water.
GEORGE
(he gets upset)
What is that?
CATHARINE
Just Tylenol. Why? What’s the problem?
GEORGE
(in dislike)
I don’t want any.
CATHERINE
Okay. If you don’t want to take it,
that’s fine. I am going to put it right
here.
She leaves it on the side table beside him. George stands up and sits on the couch.
CATHERINE
Don’t stand up yet.
GEORGE
I feel fine.
CATHERINE
Sure, I have no doubts about it.
(small pause)
Why were you holding the door closed
earlier?
GEORGE
I thought it was a thief. You scared
the heck out of me, you know that?
CATHERINE
I am sorry.
GEORGE
So what are you doing here, anyways?
CATHERINE
I am here for the sale. A buyer is
coming. And you? Why…
GEORGE
I am here to pick something up. I
needed some papers that I had left
here… you know…
CATHERINE
(pointing to the torn statements on
the floor)
Do you mean these?
GEORGE
No, that’s garbage. Other papers… And
my laptop. I needed it.
CATHERINE
OK… So how are you anyway?
GEORGE
(small pause)
Fine, the same, pretty much.
Catherine is taking a good look at him.
GEORGE
(small pause)
I am fine now.
CATHARINE
Sure. I didn’t say otherwise. Since you
are fine, okay.
While they are talking, George looks like he is searching around for something. He is looking for Christina. Catherine notices he is looking for something.
CATHERINE
Are you looking for something?
GEORGE
(thinking about what to answer to
that)
Uhm yes… My address book. I had it
here – the own with the contact info –
from work. I was looking for it but I
couldn’t find it.
CATHERINE
If I see it anywhere, I’ll let you
know.
George notices the revolver lying on the floor in the corner of the room – where he himself had thrown it.
He gets up discreetly.
GEORGE
I am going to keep looking for it now.
It has to be around here somewhere.
Catherine, holding her neck, gives him a fake smile.
George goes near the corner and opens a drawer pretending to look for his address book. He looks at Catherine’s fake smile and smiles back the same way.
When Catherine looks elsewhere, he bends over, picks up the revolver, and quickly hides inside the drawer.
GEORGE
It’s not here. Maybe it’s upstairs.
George is going towards the wooden stairs.
CATHERINE
You must be hungry. Would you like
me to make something for you to eat?
GEORGE
Nah, I don’t need anything.
CATHERINE
Are you sure? It’s not going to take
long.
GEORGE
(he suddenly thinks of something)
All right then. I’d like some pasta
with lots of ketchup.
CATHERINE
Are you kidding? No.
GEORGE
That’s what I want. Otherwise, why are
you asking me?
CATHERINE
This is Christina’s favorite food.
GEORGE
That’s half of the planet’s favorite
food. What are you saying?
CATHERINE
OK, I didn’t mean anything by it. You
are getting all worked up too fast.
George goes up the stairs.
CATHERINE
(in a loud manner so that George
hears her)
I’ll be back soon. I’ll just run to the
store to get the ingerdients.
George is not paying attention to her. He walks up the stairs looking for Christina.
Catherine is at the entrance looking at him in disbelief, and then leaves.
“Play it, Sam. Play ‘As Time Goes By’.”
–
Casablanca (1942)