Last Words
Camera, sound, and editing
Contribution
Written, directed, and produced by Werner Herzog
They tell me to say no;
but I don't even say that.
That is my last word.
We fetched him from over there, We saved him... (speak up, jerk).
We fetched him from over there, We saved him...
Ever since they brought him here... he doesn't leave his house all day.
All day.
In the evening he comes to my bar, sits down and plays the Lyra.
He sings along, but doesn't talk...
He doesn't talk, not at all. He just plays and doesn't talk...
He is the best Lyra player in Crete.
He plays his Lyra, but he doesn't talk...
I don't say anything... I don't say anything, I don't talk.
I don't say anything... I don't talk...
No, I don't say anything, absolutely nothing I say.
Frankly, I don't understand what was wrong with him...
The fact is, he must have been eating cactus, tomatoes, thistles...
and lizards, as well, for sure.
Although almost nothing of these lizards was found...
still when the police officers came to fetch him,
they found a lot of heads chopped off...
therefore they knew, that he must have been eating lizards.
I picked him up with the boat... sure he's been eating lizards...
Strange, just how he managed to remain all alone on that island there.
Venetians, Saracens, and Turkish went off
and when the lepers were brought away, only he remained on that island.
When the last lepers were gone, his relatives had him placed under disability...
and had him taken away with force.
They sent the police officers to have him fetched...
It was difficult but eventually they brought him over to us...
to a proper life.
On Spinalonga all the houses used to be half-ruined already back then
Even the hospital never worked properly.
The only thing still in working order on Spinalonga was an old electricity generator...
they built a hospital but there wasn't even constant water...
but just cisterns.
Simply no organisation.
Everybody just came here to die.
And everybody knew they would die in here.
At this moment, as I stand before this camera...
this old man might already be dead.
There's a lot of stories like this one.
Good day, how are you?
(Speak up, jerk)
We were supposed to say it again.
We fetched him from over there, We saved him.
When the last Turkish fled from the island...
he jumped off a cliff into the sea following the others.
On that rock he left a foot print.
And our people built a shrine and a chapel in that place.
When the last Turkish fled from the island...
he jumped off a cliff into the sea following the others.
On that rock he left a foot print.
And our people built a shrine and a chapel in that place.
When the last Turkish fled from the island...
he jumped off a cliff into the sea following the others.
On that rock he left a foot print.
And our people built a shrine and a chapel in that place.
When they came to fetch the old man with force...
he said: What could you possibly do to me...
when I have an entire fleet behind me?
Yet his ships were only carved into the rock.
Such bullshit!
Somehow he wasn't quite alright in his head.
There is no other explanation.
He used to be all alone, anyway.
As a physician I have a lot of experience with that.
For example there used to be this leper...
he had no legs anymore beginning from here...
and a woman who had no arms anymore.
They kept carrying each other around.
Out of pure necessity they were leading a marriage.
Yet I do have to confirm to you,
that lepers have a distinct sex life.
One by one the man was losing his fingers, too.
Eventually he only had two left.
His last word was: I'm losing these, too ... then he died.
I don't say anything...
Absolutely nothing. What am I supposed to tell you? I just don't want to.
I don't say anything...
I don't say anything... nothing at all.
I just don't talk.
No, I don't say anything...
I'm telling you once more: that is my last word.
I don't talk, that is my last word.
I don't say anything...
That is my last word.