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GIRLS IN THE SUN

Did it shrink during the wash?

Why, are you leaving?

Don't be afraid!

Please, don't be afraid!

All right, go!

Move it! Move it! Move it!

Stop! Almonds! Stop!

Wait! Don't run!

Stop! Stop!

Wait, I said! Stop!

Don't run, I'm telling you!

I want to give you some almonds!

Don't run!

Here, you dropped your brush too!

What idea crossed your mind?

Stop!

Stop!

- Scumbag! Get him! - Shame on you!

- Scoundrel! - That poor girl...

Call the Police!

A shame to our country!

Watch out! Don't let him go!

I didn't do anything to her!

Don't drag me! Let me go, I say!

You mustn't wander away on your own, you hear?

How can I tell you this?

A certain shepherd, you understand?

A shepherd, a herder...

He molested a foreign woman! Understand?

Shepherd, here.

There... foreign woman.

Shepherd...

Shepherd: Yes, yes, yes!

Tourist: cries!

Now shepherd, Police!

Prison! Understand?

Not far away!

Near here! Sea!

Yes please?

You are the victim!

Sit!

Hey, what's happening here? Go away! Go!

You call Mrs Frangopoulou.

- Is this the foreigner raped by the shepherd? - Looks like it.

- Did he do her much harm? - We'll see.

- What does she say? - I speak no English, how could I know?

- Has the shepherd confessed? - Not yet but he soon will.

It is beasts like him that spoil our tourism. Beat him up hard!

I need no advice, I know my job.

Now where is that woman?

How beastly! But also, how strange!

I walk up to the mountain alone all the time!

Never ever has anything happened to me. Good morning, Sergeant!

Please enter, Mrs Frangopoulou. Thank you.

Come on, come on! Hep!

Now, please tell her she absolutely must tell us everything, with all the details.

I mean without the modesty stuff. Sit, Mrs Frangopoulou. - Thanks.

She says she feels so guilty...

That's why she's brought him bread, fruit and cigarettes.

And she begs you to allow her to see him and tell him how sorry she is.

- See him? - Yes.

Now please ask her what really happened because I don't understand.

Did he rape her or she raped him?

Ah, I can't ask a young girl a question like that.

I am asking it as the authority in charge.

Mmm, all right.

- What did she say? - No one did.

She's foolish...

...she was scared of him... and she started running. - She said so.

Fine!

Let's take her to him then.

Poor child...

What did she say?

Nothing!

But he did rape her, right?

Of course, he raped her.

That's why she followed him around. That's my opinion.

But of course I tell the policeman otherwise because I don't believe...

the Police should interfere with affairs from which a great love may be born.

- And why are you telling me all these? - So you can write about it in your paper!

Your writing is so powerful! Don't you see that with all these operations,

imprisonments, interrogations... we're only harming tourism?

- Why's that? - Because all these kill the romanticism,

the eroticism of the district! You believe that female tourists...

...only come to Greece for a swim... or for sunbathing?

To listen to the bouzouki and see the ancient monuments?

For what then?

- Ah, Mr Petropoulakis, you'll now make me speak openly to you. - Feel free to!

So you imagine that if I ever went to Spain, I wouldn't do my best...

to meet a toreador...or if I went to Venice, wouldn't I like...

an adventurous affair with a gondolier? - You would?

But what else makes people travel? That's what tourism is based on.

We in Greece do not have toreadors or gondoliers...

but we do have handsome shepherds.

We have to advertise them, not put them in prison!

Oh, come on! Write something in your paper.

Nothing like it has ever been written before!

- Such things cannot be written! - Too bad! That's really too bad!

If the State forced all handsome boys to become shepherds...

...we as a country would have so much of a couleur locale! - What oestrus!

With only 5 idylls involving shepherds and tourists,

and if of course international press would promote them a bit...

our tourism would have a booming growth!

- You're talking serious, Mrs Frangopoulou? - By all means!

I shan't keep it from you, eros moves me so much...

from its purely romantic perspective...

It's my wildest dream for us to become the country of the great love affairs!

But, like it or not, eros brings in cash!

It helps move money around. Oh but write something!

Would you rather come by in the evening so we can have a good talk?

Aah, thank you! Thank you!

I didn't molest her, I didn't, I didn't!

Fine!

Why didn't you molest her?

I didn't even touch her.

Not even with my little finger I didn't.

Look straight into my eyes! You think I'm a fool?

Want me to believe you two spent the whole day on the mountain untouched?

Yes. That's how it was.

Sell that elsewhere! Not to me!

If you don't confess every little detail you'll stay here till next year! Take him!

But...

If I had molested her wouldn't she say so herself?

Hey, tell me, wouldn't she?

I don't care what the tourist says.

I care about you monsters defaming our district!

Take him out of my sight!

Yannis, a glass of water! Ice cold!

Any news?

- Darkness... - But why?

He denies it... She feels sorry for him...

Therefore, it did happen!

We'll see.

I'm talking to you!

You're here?

Now, how can we talk? Eh?

I have to shave... Is that what you're saying?

Are you hurt?

One early morning...

...my sweet Madonna...

...is coming to meet me down at the seashore...

A mystic ocean, my dreams...

...and you've sent a boat with a sail...

How much I love you nobody knows...

...or if you will love me, my little mate...

...with a summertime "I love you"...

You'll stand up high by the window...

...southern stars on your hair...

...the Madonna has a Sea Captain...

...who'll take us far away offshore...

How much I love you nobody knows...

...or if you will love me, my little mate...

...with a summertime "I love you"...

Oh welcome!

Praised be God. How are you doing?

Heaven't you heard? I got some real trouble these days.

I've turned into a real Javert.

You've read Les Miserables by Victor Hugo, right?

- Yes, 30 years ago. - Same trouble as Javert's.

I can't make sure if I've actually got the culprit! - Why, what's happening?

- Haven't you heard about the shepherd and the tourist? - Some of it.

It's all over the village! I wonder why it's not in the Athenian newspapers.

They should have sent photoraphers. - They couldn't care less. - Quite so!

Provinces are always doomed to oblivion.

Had the shepherd been arrested on Lycabetus,

he would have made the Athenian headlines!

The officer conducting the investigation would have been interviewed.

But since the crime was committed away from Athens...

...it goes unnoticed. - Never you mind!

Just saying...

Anyway...

Concerning this case, what would you do if you were in my shoes?

I'd set the shepherd free and put the tourist in prison.

Quite a new theory this one! But why?

- You seen her in a swimming suit? - No. - Well, I have!

Just put them side by side, my fellow man.

Have a good look at them, see what an animal he is...

...see what a -get-thee-behind-me-Satan she is...

...then you cannot but go out in the balcony screaming: "He's is innocent!"

God bless me!

But there's evidence that he molested her!

That's not important.

Besides, nothing ever happens to the woman.

It's always the man who comes to harm. - I absolutely disagree.

Well, that poor sod for the rest of his life will remember that blond angel.

While that stroller of a girl is just spending time, she's having fun.

I don't care for this option of yours. I'm a policeman!

He meddled with the tourist, so he must be punished.

What the English girl does is her own business.

I won't correct England, the English can do that. I'm interested in Greece.

- Do as you like. - It's not what I like, it's a must!

But why always put the blame on us Greeks?

- I'm telling you he molested her! - The tourist said so? - No.

He confessed doing it?

No.

Are there any witnesses?

No!

Where is the victim at the moment? What's she doing?

- That's the one raped by the shepherd. - What a hottie!

Amazing!

- What's the crate for? - Come again?

- Not addressing you, you may go. - Thanks.

What does she need the crate for?

The poor girl keeps repeating she feels so guilty.

What's the crate for?

- To reach up to the window. - Which window?

Good, isn't it?

Look...

It's getting dark now.

It's night already and I'm still here.

You...

Have you told them I didn't touch you?

You must have.

How could you not have?

Troublesome, isn't it?

Now they believe neither you, nor me.

Can't blame them, right?

Well, you shouldn't be scared and start running...

Now it's night and I'm still here.

I can't bear it anymore...

I can't bear it anymore!

Get me out of here! I want out! Open up! Open up!

I didn't touch her!

I didn't touch her, I'm telling you.

Why am I in here? It's nighttime already!

Anne, run!

Run and I'll chase after you, so they'll lock me up too, understand?

Me, Police, inside.

You... outside.

You and I...

Very important, this tourism...

Yorgis! Yorgis!

Coming.

You're crazy, you know that?

Don't you see that without a confession this only gets worse for you?

- What shall I confess, then? - Everything!

You know how late she stayed last night standing on that box? Till midnight!

If I had...

...what do you call it...

...violated her, would she do that?

She is a foreigner. She might even be crazy!

Don't gripe me, man! I've told you before!

We care about what you did, not what she does. Understood?

Please, bring me an aspirin.

Mrs Frangopoulou, can you please come with me for five minutes?

Right away. It'll be back in a moment, dear.

And why's that?

I understood that.

The French word is similar.

Tell her they've got me into a very delicate situation.

She's right.

I don't need your opinion. I need the translation.

Jesus Christ!

And all that eating and sitting with the prisoners is not allowed.

I'm only turning a blind eye because...

...because...

...because I'm a sensitive man.

Come on, disperse! Go away now!

...evening...

Good evening. What is there today?

Fresh fish, stuffed tomatoes, beef with spaghetti...

- The beef. - Beer, wine? - No.

I don't know this.

Sit.

All right.

Sit, sit, sit!

I'll go.

I'm going.

So, it's London, is it?

Ready to go.

Good night.

I don't understand.

But I understood so much more!

You're leaving?

Good morning.

They let you go?

- They did. - Bravo!

And the girl?

She's gone.

Good! So everything came to a good end.

Have a nice day, then.

- What was her name? - Annabel...

...Stone.

Write it down for me.

There. I've written it all down.

Thank you.

Come here!

- You know how to read? - I do.

What's written here?

I'm looking for you...

...in the light of dawn...

...a grievance the night is confiding in you...

...but you're not listening...

..,a grievance so deep...

...that no one in the world...

...can perceive it...

Where shall I find you...

...a grievance so bitter...

...known by no one...

...in the world...

...no one in the world...

...no one in the world...

What do you want?

They told me this young lady is staying here.

What do you want her for?

She left something behind.

She's not in her room right now, she's gone out.

- But she will be back. - She didn't tell us when.

- I'll wait. - You'll be bored in here.

You'd better leave and be back in an hour.

Your name's Annabel!

She asked that?

I thought she'd be glad I came.

Yes, that's it!

I only came to see you!

I got the message.

You?

What a great time we had when I was in prison, eh?

Don't leave!

Don't leave again.

Wait here.

Shall we go in?

Come, let's go in!

I have money! Here!

One, two, three...

You hear? Hear the nice music?

Come, let's go in!

Tell her not to leave here.

We cannot talk to each other. Ask her...

Will she be back? Will she come again next year?

What did she say? What did she say?

The rain has started...

...the night will soon be falling...

...and tears will follow...

...tomorrow on this spot...

...how can I stroll again...

...the moon, a nightbird so lonesome...

What shall I recall...

...which evening, which morn...

...what shall my empty arms be expecting...

I'm holding you now...

...but soon on my own...

...a balcony bidding the swallows farewell...

What shall I recall...

What shall I recall...

Gone again...

...are the warm days...

...we're longing for the summer...

...How shall the sun come out...

...over the mountain...

...or a white morning...

...kiss you...

...what shall I recall...

...what shall I recall...

English subs by neverever for CG (July 2015)