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The only time I feel like myself
is when I talk about music.

Only then do I feel happy.

Maybe because it's the only thing
I know how to do well,

and that's why I feel safe.

Very few people find something
that allows them to be their true selves.

Something that makes them feel complete.

No, wait a minute. Go from the beginning.

The problem we have
is you're sending two signals.

One with your arm,
and the other with the tip of the baton.

We don't want that.
That's two different sounds.

Try to focus all your energy here,
at the tip of the baton.

Let's go again. And... go.

Well done.

When conducting, we want our musicians
to look at us as little as possible.

The more neutral we are,
the more perceptive they become.

They don't need to watch us
waving our arms the whole time.

We want them to play
using their ears. Why?

Because classical music
is the only art form

that is written, interpreted,
and perceived using our ears.

We must open up people's ears.

Come in.

- You wanted to see me?
- Yes.

Sorry. I'm in a hurry.
I need to pick up my son from school.

Why did you fail Klelia Milonas?

- Who?
- The girl who auditioned the other day.

Everyone thought she was exceptional.

- Yes, she was.
- Well, then?

You wanted to limit the number of students
in class, and they were all great.

I don't care. She won't be in my class.

So the others are right.

Yeah, I guess. Sorry, I fucked up.

I'll tell the others that you agree.

- Yeah.
- It would be a shame.

We have enough spots.

How's Alexandra doing?

She's almost due.

Can someone be such a bastard?

- Yes.
- I'm off.

This is the only place where I'm happy.

And you came to the only place
I don't want to let go of.

I have the right to be afraid,
to not want to.

I'm trying to find excuses.

Hi.

Hello.

The only thing I could feel
was an awkward urge to hide.

I heard that you got accepted.

Well done.

I'd like you to go away, if possible.

To avoid any more trouble.

There are dozens
of good conservatories she could go to.

But this one is the best.

And this has always been her dream.

How are you?

I've moved on.

The look in her eyes has changed.

But she still smells the same.

Klelia.

I didn't hear anything she said.

I only remember
wanting to stay away from her.

To apologize and erase whatever feelings
I may still have had for her.

That's it.

Bye.

Klelia.

I'm sorry.

I really am.

I didn't need to explain
why I was apologizing.

She either knew or had also decided
to move on and didn't care.

I try to put off going home,

to avoid all the awkwardness
and the constant doubts.

The later I come home, the better.

But I always come home.

Not all couples are like this.

In our case, neither of us
has truly ever loved or been loved.

That takes effort.

Respect is a prerequisite for love.

We don't have that for each other.

But we do have everything else.

Security, a vested interest,
small respites of normality,

and a common fear.

The things we fear
bring us closer together

than the things we love.

She's been found.
She was taken to the ER here an hour ago.

She's coming out of surgery now.

Everything's fine.
The doctor will talk to you shortly.

What about the baby?

Come with me.

I can't stop wondering,
what if I hadn't gone back to Alexandra?

What if I hadn't run into trouble
on the island?

How the fuck has all this affected me?

I keep thinking, and I keep struggling.

Your daughter.

And that's when everything stopped
for a moment.

Are you feeling better?

Everything went well. Can you hear me?

All the rooms are full.
That's why you're here.

It's been one hell of a shift.

They're trying to find you something.

I came to tell you about your baby.

Everything's fine. She was lucky.

You should go light a candle.

It was a little hard on her,
but she's strong.

You did a good job.

Mother Nature is amazing.
Should I bring her over?

I just want a charger.

Your husband is here.

He's been looking
for you at every hospital.

He's fine too. Don't worry.

You should thank God
that everything went well.

CHAPTER III
POST-TRAUMA

Yes, Dad. Everything's fine. Don't worry.

Yes, they put me in a double room.

I made sure no one else gets put in here.

I'm alone.

Everything is okay now.

No, Dad. It was just a fucking accident.

Are you okay?

Dad, someone's calling me.
We'll talk later. Bye.

Is he coming?

No. Why would he?

The doctor says it would be better
if you stay a couple of days...

No, that's out of the question.

Everything's fine.

She doesn't need an incubator.

He said she's strong.

She came 15 days early,
which is even better for me.

End of discussion.

What you went through was serious.

Yes, but it's not our fault.
It was that fucking phone charger.

Where were you?

At the other house.

- I'm sorry. If I knew...
- A fucking charger!

I always keep one in the car.
But the one I had was for my old phone.

And this new one is shit.
I have to get rid of it.

And I had a power bank in my bag.
Where did that go?

It's like I was meant
to go through all this. Unbelievable.

How did you get hurt?

I got scratched by the doorbells.

I cut myself on the door as I fell.

I don't remember much.

Anyway, it's nothing.
God bless the people who came down.

The wife of one of them was a nurse.
Or a midwife. Something like that. Anyway.

Without her, we wouldn't be here.

Here we are.

Hi, Maria. Good morning.

I need the final quantity
for the Ramani vessel.

I need to give them a price.

Yeah, the thing is
that I won't be coming in today.

I gave birth, and I'm at the hospital.

No, don't make them nervous.

Don't make them nervous.

I'll close the deal.

I've made an offer, and I'm waiting.

Nothing changes.

I have my phone. We'll proceed as normal.

Send me the appointments.
We'll do a Zoom call if needed. Bye.

The work day's started in Asia,
and they're stuck at the port.

I don't want them to realize.

That you gave birth?

- Have you even realized?
- Can I have some water?

Sure.

Yes. Yes, my love.
I'll leave you here with Mom for a bit.

Come, my love. Here. Well done.

I had no idea
what "postpartum depression" meant.

Alexandra was afraid to hold the baby.
To the point she couldn't even touch her.

You know that you'll have
to hold her too, right?

It's not the same if it's just me.

Give me a few days.

I'll come around. I promise.

I arranged to see a midwife today.

To come during the day
and stay at night, if needed.

Congratulations, maestro!

All the best!

- Hi. I'll have a cappuccino, please.
- Two euros.

Thanks so much.

Thank you.

Hi.

How are you?

Hello.

Fine. You?

Very busy.

I heard you had a baby girl.
Congratulations.

Thank you very much.

I'm hearing good things about you too.

You may be moved to the advanced class.

Yeah. We'll see.

- That's what you've always wanted.
- True.

It's very different from the island,
but I'm starting to like Athens.

- Bye.
- Goodbye.

Did he talk to them behind my back?

No! I worked hard on this project.
I won't lose it.

It must be a mistake.

Shit! He didn't tell me!

I'll call you later.

Fuck you, asshole!

For fuck's sake.

So when is she coming?

In a few days, I guess.

On her own or with your dad?

She's not talking to him. None of us are.

Will you tell me why?

It has nothing to do with me.

I have to say, I like your father.

So what if the man
isn't happy his son's gay?

I wouldn't be ecstatic either.

So you don't approve?

It's not that. I just can't relate.

You don't need to relate.

Don't make me feel guilty.
You know how much I like Antonis.

But you wouldn't want
your child to be like him.

This conversation is taking a weird turn.

No. He'd still be my child,
and I'd love him no matter what.

- But I would find it odd.
- You shouldn't care.

I have no issues with anyone being gay,

but don't tell me
Antonis isn't having a hard time.

It's not because he happens to be gay.

It's because he lives somewhere
where people can't relate to him.

- So who has the problem?
- Both.

But he's having a harder time
because people like you see it that way.

Isn't it a shame?

It's a shame he doesn't just ignore them.

He'd be much better off.

Do you do that with your problems? Do I?

There are things we can't just ignore,
as much as we'd like to.

You're going to make me apologize again.

Thank you.

That's even more of a shame.

HEY.

HI. WHAT'S UP?

NOT MUCH. WHERE ARE YOU?

JUST CHILLING AT HOME.

WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FOR?

WHATEVER COMES MY WAY.

HOW ABOUT NOW?

YEAH, COME OVER IF YOU LIKE.

DO YOU HAVE A PIC?

DO YOU HAVE ONE OF YOUR FACE?

COOL. COME OVER. I'LL BE WAITING.

- Hi.
- Hello.

You're much better in person.

You too. I'm glad.
I was a little nervous. Come in.

- You want something to drink?
- No, I won't stay long.

Okay. I don't use the app that often.
How about you?

Yeah, pretty often.

Can you give me a minute?

What's up?

Came to fuck and wanted to set the mood?

- I think there's been a misunderstanding.
- No. There's no misunderstanding.

The sissy simply took the bait.

I don't want any trouble.

Did you really think
I'd get with a man, sissy?

I made a mistake.
No need to make a big deal out of it.

But that's what we wanted.

That's why we called you over.

Just like your kink is fucking men,

ours is beating up little sissies.

- It's not the same.
- To each their own.

You came to his house.

Where were you going to fuck? On the sofa?

- Guys, please. Let me go.
- How about some music?

Any preferences?
What would you like to listen to?

Hello?

What's wrong?

Nothing.

I wanted to hear your voice.

Don't hang up until I'm okay. Please.

Can you hear me?

Please don't hang up.

I'll stay on the line.

It's okay. I'm fine.

I can see that.

- I just got into a bad situation.
- You planning on doing that often?

No, it doesn't happen that often.

It just happened to me.

I was unlucky.

I don't disagree.

Fine. Can you not make me feel even worse?

- Why don't you want to go to the hospital?
- I already did.

I just got punched and kicked.
Why should I go again?

To ease my mind
and have Thanos check you out.

- I don't want to go to Thanos.
- Why?

He'll think it happened 'cause I'm gay
and I was looking for trouble.

Maybe you think that too?

No.

Well, I don't either.

This can't go on.

It has to stop.

You're right.

I can't lose you too.
For fuck's sake. I have no one else.

Okay. I'm sorry.

Come here.

I promise to be more careful.

How fucking sick are some people?
Who would do such a thing?

Right? I just went to hook up
and got my ass kicked.

Please do something to get better.

If you don't care about yourself,
do it for me.

I do care.

It's stupid of me,

but I've been here so long,
I had to talk to you.

Antonis, I have nothing to say.

I know. I wanted to say something.

I wanted to apologize
for getting you mixed up in all this.

It wasn't you.
I got myself mixed up in it.

Because you tried to help me.

Time hasn't helped me feel better.

It must be hard for you too.

I'm not doing well.

I feel really lonely.

My sister is doing her best.

I pretend to be okay,
but I feel like shit.

Who beat you up?

I was set up. Through an app.

Apparently, it's a thing.

I fell for it like an idiot.

Find a way to do what you love the most.

Make sure you give it your all.

It'll keep you focused
and help you move on.

Is that what you're doing?

I'm trying to.

Congratulations on your daughter.

At least you have something
you really love.

I've got to go.

Orestis?

I'm really sorry.

Take care of yourself.

Hi.

Welcome back. How did it go?

Fine. And you? Work?

Not a single port today.

- Anything to eat?
- Yes. You want some?

Yeah.

The doctor told me
that postpartum depression

may include a phobia of hurting the baby.

It's easy to hurt them.

And that motivates you to at least try.

Want to take her out for a walk?

Sure. Together?

No. You hold her for a bit.
She's slept enough.

Can I eat first?

She's slept enough.

She's been lying for too long.

Maybe that's why she doesn't hold her.

Maybe she's protecting her.

Hey, Kiki.

- It's been a long time.
- Where are you off to?

For a stroll. Come on.
We can grab a coffee at Kalimera.

All you do is stroll around
and get coffee.

Yeah.

See you, Kiki.

Oh! Tomorrow I'll be going
to the gallery opening.

Here, just after the square.
Just so you know.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Jacqueline?

Marie!

Well done, Jacqueline.
It looks beautiful! Best of luck!

Thank you. Very nice to see you.

I didn't expect you to come
after what happened. You're very brave.

Yes!

Have some wine,
enjoy the art, and I'll see you later.

- Don't you speak Greek?
- Yes, of course.

Why didn't you say so?

Aren't you Ririka's granddaughter?

- Yes.
- Zacharoula?

- Yes.
- Unbelievable.

So why have we been speaking in French?
You're giving me a hard time.

It was out of force of habit. I'm sorry.
It was nice seeing you.

Thank you, dear.

People give me weird looks.

The more they look down on me,
the more I want to ignore them.

They used to greet me with a smile.

They'd ask me how I was doing.

But at night, they'd hear my screams,
and none of them ever offered to help.

Only one person ever cared about me.

The maestro.

With his music.

But he's gone too.

Now I go to dances,
festivals, celebrations, and openings.

I'm trying to forget.

I want to fix my life and accept myself.

Other people's opinions.

That's what I've always been afraid of.
But I don't give a shit now.

I'm sorry, Father. I got carried away.

You don't say much.

- Are you thinking of excommunicating me?
- I can't do that, Mrs. Bantis.

I haven't been ordained yet.

The priest will be here shortly.
Wait here.

When the Catholics confess,
they have that thing...

Like in the movies.

A screen that separates them
from the priest, and they talk openly.

Well, they commit crimes.
That's why they confess.

What was my crime? I'm just trying
to find a way to move forward.

- Say something, or I won't stop.
- What can I say?

That I'm doing the right thing.

That it's normal. That it's over.

And I...

It's over, and I...

I'm no longer...

being abused.

But why do I feel like that?

Because you are.

Because your soul

has probably suffered a lot.

Even the loss of...

Charalambos.

Charalambos, yes.

On the one hand, it's a relief.

On the other, you don't know how to...

Deal with it?

Yes, that's it.

How did I do?

As an ordinand?

You did very well.

Bye, Mrs. Bantis.

I'm sorry, Maria.

I got held up at a funeral.

Fifika's husband.

Ninety-seven years old.

Did he keep you company? He's a good kid.

He's Rinio's son.

- Rinio's?
- Yeah. Didn't you recognize him?

He used to go to your house all the time.

He'll be ordained very soon.

Anyway, never mind that now.
Go ahead. I'm listening.

Surrounded by poverty and callousness

I've spent the best years of my...

- So?
- Yeah.

It's unmarked. It's clean.

Nothing wrong with it.

You'll be fine.

What do you mean, "fine"?

I'm going crazy.
Yet another disaster strikes.

Why is it a disaster?

That bastard finally did something right.

I don't want it in my house.
I won't be able to sleep.

- Should I call the police?
- Calm down, Maria. It's money, dear.

Money comes and goes in your house.

It's the first time
I've seen so much of it. It scares me.

- Give me a minute to think.
- Sure, think.

Thank you, Haris.
I didn't know who to call.

I have no one here.
Where is that daughter of yours?

It's best if you don't call my daughter.
She'd burn it.

She'd be right to.
It's nothing but trouble.

It's from his dirty business
with my son-in-law.

- Did you know too?
- I know everything.

This must be around 300, 350.

Maybe even 400.

Do you want some?

Let's give Panagiota some.
They couldn't afford oil this year.

And Natasha. She was evicted
by that cheapskate landlord of hers.

Maria, think about it.

You need to invest this money.

You can't put it in the bank.
It's dirty money.

You can't tell anyone.
Not even your son.

This is dangerous stuff.
Do you understand?

Put it back where you found it.

Take your time
and figure out what to do with it.

Get rid of it little by little.

- What do I want to do with it?
- You'll figure that out. There's no rush.

- A facelift. That's what comes to mind.
- Maria!

Think about it seriously.

Come on. That's enough.
Let's go put it back.

Here.

Wait a minute.

I need to go to the supermarket.
And I want to get you something.

Have I ever told you
that I don't like you?

Not directly.

Your behavior made it clear enough.

So why did you never ask me
what my problem is with you?

Because I didn't care.

I was never fond of you either.

So we're even.

Are you going to tell me
how Charalambos disappeared?

Was he murdered?

Once, I told him that people can change.

I was so wrong.

If you go on like this,
things won't end well for you.

As was the case for him, I guess.

I handled your military deferment.

Don't worry.

If we're smart about this,

no one will ever find out.

I don't want to ruin your life,

Antonis's, or anyone else's.

You should know
that I'm doing all I can to help.

You have my word
that both you and Maria will be safe.

No one will suspect anything,
and you'll never get in trouble.

Do you want to work together?

That way, we can keep things
under control.

You'll make good money,
and you'll be safe.

You must know what your dad was doing.

I've been in a difficult spot
since it all happened.

I'm under a lot of pressure.

Your father's position is now vacant.

Because we're close, if you help me,

we can keep all of this at bay.

What do you say?

I don't want any trouble.

After what happened,
you're already in trouble.

What I'm offering

is a way to keep harm at bay.

Think about it.

But not for long.

I need to figure out what I'm doing.

- And this one?
- Yes.

- Good afternoon.
- Thank you.

Hi, Sofia.

Hi, Polixeni.

- Off to visit the kids?
- Yes.

Good.

- Have a safe trip.
- You too.

Michalis? I have something important
to tell you.

I think I love you very much.

More than I do?

No way.

What's gotten into us?
Why are we acting like children?

- Don't you like it?
- I love it.

It's like a road movie.

I haven't done anything like this
since I was 25.

When we go through a traumatic event,

the first thing
we lose touch with is time.

We get lost in it,

and the concept
stops being important to us.

- Hi. Is everything okay?
- Sorry. We're just checking vehicles.

There's a pursuit in progress.

- Can you open your trunk?
- Sure.

Thank you. You can go.

We all experience
a traumatic event differently,

and we try to get over it
by pushing it as far back as we can.

She's so cute! Does she look like you?

I think so, yes.

Does she sleep?

I guess.

What about Orestis? Everything the same?

Yeah. Everything's fine.

- What about you? Liza?
- Perfect. Everything in order.

I haven't called you
because I've been busy.

Is your father well?
I saw him last month in Geneva.

I wanted to come to the expo,
but unfortunately, I gave birth early

and couldn't make it.

I was furious.

Apparently, the new fuel
will dominate the market.

- The future is here! I told you so.
- Yeah.

Well, enough with the niceties.

Can we talk normally?

- Why have you pushed me aside?
- I haven't.

You've been using the Dutch. I've heard.

I get better terms, extra payment days,

they cover survey and testing costs,
and they have an insane post-fixture.

- They even accepted the sampling clause.
- My company has been flawless.

- You're in a different place now.
- I'm in the same one.

You have a kid.

Yes. So? Don't tell me you're starting
with all this sexist stuff now.

Do you remember how often
we've pushed aside cases that...

I've compensated all your bullshit claims
that no one else would have.

Going direct won't help you.
They won't support you.

Okay. Listen.

I can offer you the same deal they did,

and I'll also get you
into the biggest biofuel pool.

Following last week's deal,
you must know it's ready.

Green has been negotiating financing
with my father.

I can mediate so they see other clients.

Do you realize
the level of exclusivity in that?

I've already agreed with your father.

Oh...

When was that?

Behind my back?

Andreas, don't do this.

I need you.

You know me better than anyone.

- Don't push me aside.
- It's not up to me.

You have so much money
and no need to worry.

Why not just enjoy this role as well?

It is up to you.

My father is a bastard.
He'll bail on you soon.

- He even bailed on me.
- You're getting older.

Time to stop hunting.
You have a baby. You can't do both.

It's impractical and unattractive.

Are you breastfeeding?

- No.
- You won't or you can't?

The first months are very important.

Before I forget.
I want to buy some land in Paxos.

Did you have a good time there?

I want it as an investment,
but my wife is busting my balls.

Nice. Thanks a lot.

I'm so happy you came to see the baby.

My darling!

Perfect!

- Right? Isn't she out of this world?
- Oh my God!

Honey, you're here! Come!

Congratulations!

Come over here!

What a cutie!

Come on, baby.

I've read that during the first 40 days,

the baby shouldn't come into contact
with many people.

And now this child
is meeting the barbarians.

Of course!

Montessori, guys.

It's the best education system.

Absolute trust in the child

and unlimited respect for their abilities.

Send her to Athens College so she can
make useful connections for the future.

He beat the shit out of this other kid
at karate class.

They blow off steam
and also learn about Asian philosophy.

Thank God for the tablet.

Ever since we bought one,
we finally have some peace.

No talking, no nothing.
He's glued to the tablet.

A charming stupidity,
contagious like a virus, but reassuring.

A shape deformed
by the void inside their brains.

If you speak your mind,
it's considered rude,

not politically correct.

It's sad.

They say and think the same things,

they don't have any other choice.

The barbarians need to run in packs.

It's how they protect themselves.

Now these modern barbarians
are standing over my child.

A child is a fine trophy.

- Amazing, right? How sweet.
- Beautiful baby!

Come on!

It's not good for the child
to have so many people around her.

She's too young.

I better put her to bed.

- Good night.
- Good night.

- We just took a photo.
- We took 50.

I'm afraid of becoming absurd,
dogmatic, hysterical.

It's been 40 days since her journey began,

in a world where
she'll be constantly fighting to survive.

And in reality,
I can't protect her from anything.

Aren't you overreacting?

About the photos, or you inviting them
over without telling me?

I didn't do anything wrong.
I just needed to be with people.

- You hate them.
- They're all I have.

You didn't want to see them.
You wanted to show them you had a child.

Is that wrong?

You don't need to show her off.

I'm not showing her off!

I just wanted to see people.

Stop making a big deal
out of every fucking detail.

Do I need your permission
to share my joy with a few friends?

- She's my child too.
- Really?

Bring her here.

Come on, go get the baby.

We'll all sleep here tonight.

Go on, go get her.

Maybe, deep down, I'm also a barbarian

who wasn't given the space to express it.

Hello.

Hi, Klelia.

How are you?

Very well, thank you.

Congratulations.

She is beautiful.

I have class. Nice to see you again.

You too, Klelia.

I couldn't ask
the entire committee to fail her.

I couldn't ask her to leave.

She's not in my classes.
We have no contact.

I didn't tell you anything
because of what you're going through.

- And what is that?
- Depression.

- And I'm here to support you.
- With what?

With all of this.

Not the night I gave birth.
Where were you? With her?

Yes.

But not in the way you might think.
She came to clear some things up and left.

Oh my God!

You actually think I'm jealous right now?

You think that I felt bad because I ran
into a little girl you fell for?

That I felt inadequate? Too old?
Really? Are you so fucking thick?

Do you realize we're mixed up in a felony?

Too well.

Do you realize
that this could ruin my entire life?

My work, my reputation, my personality.
Do you realize that?

Do you realize you could go to jail
if they ever find that body?

Who do you think they'll blame?

We are both accessories to a crime,

and your every fucking move
has made things worse.

Do you realize that?

And instead of staying away from it all,
you brought it close to me again.

Instead of protecting me and your child,
you put yourself first again.

And you have the nerve
to make me feel guilty?

I don't give a fuck if you're miserable.

I don't give a fuck
about your girlfriend and her island.

I'm still like this because of them
and what you made me do.

I despise you, you asshole. I despise you!

I won't let my child grow up
without parents.

For fuck's sake!

Didn't you know all this about me?
Tell me!

Didn't you know who I am
and how I think? Tell me!

Didn't I ask you for a divorce?

Didn't I move out?

And you went
and got pregnant behind my back!

Didn't I stay for the kid like you asked?
What more do you want, you fucking bitch?

But that's how evil you are.

They fucked you up as a child,
and you want to fuck up ours.

You didn't even want her
because she was a girl.

You're just as shitty as your father.

Even worse.

I don't know
if truth is always the best solution.

Not everyone can take it.

Sometimes, the truth can be brutal.

That night was the first night
that Alexandra held the baby.

I promise you I'll get help.

Go to work.
I'll stay with her. Don't worry.

A maestro is a creator.

They weave a sound.
They aren't performers.

Each maestro has their own sound.

We'd all produce
an entirely different sound up there.

The significance
of the maestro's personality,

character, psychology,
and state of mind is incredible.

Many people think that the maestro
is just the one keeping the tempo.

That may be true in some choirs or bands,
but what are maestros really?

They are the people who stay home,
study the sheet music,

and make up a sound pattern in their mind

with what they want
to hear at the concert.

The following day,

they try to communicate that
to the musicians,

and all together, they try to express it.

So it's not just about talent.

It's a matter of personality and...

- Mr. Emmanuel, someone's here to see you.
- Me?

- Yes.
- Okay. I'm coming. Give me five.

Good afternoon. Is something wrong?

Orestis, something serious has come up.

It's a matter beyond my control.

That's why we are all here.

How serious? I've got a class.

Mr. Emmanuel, please take a seat.

You can finish your class shortly.

We just want to ask you some questions.

Listen.

We are an educational institute
with young students.

Not minors, of course,

but plenty of our students
are at a very tender and innocent age.

Yes. I agree.

Orestis, the management and the president
have received information

about you and a young student
who came this year.

We talked about her, remember?

I had asked you why you failed her.

Klelia... Milonas?

Yes. What sort of information?

You were seen a while ago,

having a drink with her
late at night in a bar.

Alone. Is that true?

Yes. Is that against the rules?

- So the information we received is true.
- Are you in a relationship with that girl?

No.

And I didn't know teachers weren't allowed
to get drinks with students.

We were told you're
in a relationship with this girl.

Mr. Emmanuel, you are putting us
in a difficult position.

- Do you have a relationship with her?
- No.

She's not even in any of my classes.

And I'm sorry,
I don't know what you were told,

but things are not what you're suggesting.

If something like this were to get out,
it would be very bad.

It could be damaging both for us and you.

I apologize.

I think it's for all our benefit
to suspend our collaboration for a while.

What? No, wait a minute.

Mr. Emmanuel just became a father. Right?

He can take
a leave of absence without pay.

If there are no more complaints,
he can return.

There's no need to make a fuss
or harm anybody.

Mr. Emmanuel, you can go back
and finish your class.

Are you really going to fire someone
just because of an anonymous complaint?

He won't be fired.

He's just taking a leave.

He admitted it.
He went out with that girl.

But you're suspending him

simply because you're afraid
that some gossip might get leaked.

I had no idea about that decision.

Orestis, I really didn't know.

These are tricky times. We can't risk it.

Risk what?

Are we going to suspend
an excellent teacher over gossip?

Can I ask a question?

So can a maestro control everything
during the performance?

No.

They may have done their studying,
know what they want to hear,

they may have communicated it well,
but they can't control everything.

Nothing can be entirely controlled.

What a maestro might be going through
is reflected in their performance.

Every performance is different.
A different interpretation.

Time changes everything.

I've found a place where I'm happy.

Few people find something
where they can be their true selves.

Something that keeps them
from becoming barbarians.

Shit, I've got to go.

HYGEIA

MAESTRO IN BLUE

These are the ones I turned a blind eye to
while I was in the force.

Now I'm retiring,
I've got nothing to lose.

Some have become time-barred.

A waste of time.

Others haven't.

This last one is the most recent one.

- Want to get me in trouble?
- Why? You're not involved in anything.

- Unless you're receiving bribes too.
- Were you?

Yes. I took bribes from everyone.

Are you doing this to avoid retirement?

That Paxos mayor is deeply involved
with the Italians and Albanians.

Nobody does anything
because they get their cut. You are clean.

For now, at least.

If you give the green light,
I'll go, investigate, and report back.

You have nothing to lose.

It's clear that someone local killed him.

You'll have a case
which you'll definitely get credit for.

And I'll keep working.

So you are doing it to avoid retirement.

Yes.

Subtitle translation by: John Michalis