All language subtitles for Morning_Patrol by GomeniosMo by Gomenios

MORNING PATROL

A film by Nikos Nikolaidis

Last night, I dreamed
I went back to Mandele

I dreamed that I walked through
the big iron garden gate

...with the rusty rails

...and started walking the big alley
expanding in front of me

The road was now a narrow,
dilapidated path

Unlike the way
we used to know it

The cobblestone was
covered with weed

...dampness and twigs

And then, suddenly, the house
appeared in front of me

...and I stopped there,
because that was Mandele

Our own Mandele.
Silent,

And full of mystery,
as always

With its grey stones
shining

in my moonlit dream

When i don't sleep,
and live in fear

I think of Mandele without
any feeling any bitterness

These images will never perish

For they are memories
that don't hurt

I know all this
when I'm dreaming

Because, like all of us

I know too that I'm dreaming

One thing is certain:
We can't go back

The past is still
too close

We no longer have
secrets between us

Everything is shared

and I don't mean Mandele

Because this place
is no longer ours

There is no Mandele
anymore.

I must continuously speak,
otherwise I will die

I have to continuously walk,
even on the roadside,

being in dager of stumbling
upon the morning patrol

For if I stop, I will sleep

never to wake up again,
like so many of us

For something happened to me as I was
returning home after all these years

And I'm no longer the same

That's all I remember

The most stupid question
one can ask

on this earth, is...

"Where the hell
did everybody else go?"

Sometimes I see them from afar,
crossing the hills

and descend towards the west

They die going west

Or they kill eachother
for a little water

Or stumble upon
the death squads

The Black Jack on
the Red Queen

The Black Ace on three,
this is how it has to be done

Now I find myself kilometers
away from home

In a land that seems
foreign to me

and in a few minutes,
I might wake up

to find myself killed
on the roadside

Last spring, I felt
very tired

and I realized that
I had started to get old

So we are in
mid-winter

and things are now worse
than they were back then

I have a coat,
a knife,

and I feel very bad

I think that I might once
use to have a man

Or maybe I was living
with my parents

My father, who
must be dead by now

Our world is now a grave

And in its ruins, our fear
and our pain is buried

What does it matter where
you are, if you're dead

In the murky waters, or high up
in a marble tower, what does it matter

You're dead, and you don't
care about anything anymore

Gasoline and water, it's
like the wind to you.

You sleep the big sleep, without
caring for all this dirt

So I left him, and took the road
that led to the great bridge

You however must stay away

You have to stay lying
in your peaceful beds

With a heart that beats with
a short and uncertain whisper

and with your thoughts
grey like ash

Because you too will
soon sleep the big sleep

Because this place
is no longer ours

There is no Mandele anymore

When I was fifteen, and my folks
came to the island for the summer,

There were not so many homes,
not so many people

Back then, we had not noticed how beautiful
the island and its sea was

That summer of '42,
I spent together with Osk

and with my friend Benji

They used to call us
"The Infamous Trio"

And high upon the hill
was his house,

and nothing since that day
I saw him,

And nobody since then
ever made me feel

so scared and confused

Because nobody in my life did more
to make me feel more confident,

more insecure, more important,
and more unimportant

That summer of '42 I lost him

and I never got to know
what happened to him

We are different

Children were different back then

It took us some time until
we understood our feelings

Life was made of little things
that came and went

For everythign we gained,

we always left something
else behind

In the summer of '42,
we did 4 raids,

on the Coast Guard camp.

We saw 5 films, and we
had 10 days of rain

Benji broke his watch

Osk quit harmonica

and I, in some wonderful way,
lost myself

We always spoke of a trip
that never took place,

away from the
calm sea

and in the end, alone,
ready to depart,

I asked nothing,
I knew nothing

I just left my body
move forward

We used to speak about
some other trip

I was twelve,
I was sixteen

and my heart used to beat loud
on the sand dunes

Back then, when I thought
I was prepared for everything,

apart from the fear
of this nightmare

However this music
still exists

That kept me company all the way
to my exit from my childhood

Mixed with the sound of the sea

With fingers tight
on closed eyes

I can still see, red,

the wildfires, and
the explosions of the sun

and my hands
full of blood

and the image of a body
that disappears into the dark

It all comes back to me,
with time.

A Led Toy Soldier
blocked my way

I told him a fairytale,
and he let me, and I passed

But the music is no
longer the same,

and the sea of
another era

and there, I find them all again,
without names

The night is the best
hour for running

Here, you'll find nothing but
shadows of people,

skeletons of humans

Houses wide open, with
white curtains on windows

Here, I am waiting for you

When I was fifteen, and my folks
came to the island for the summer,

There didn't use to be so many
houses and so many people

I often see their faces
emerge from the dark

approaching me

I then turn around and
go meet them

But it's too late in the afternoon,
and the sun is going down,

and the darkness
spreads quickly

and then there are no faces anymore,
and then there is no sea anymore

There is nothing

and I, I am no longer there

I found a dead man,
and I took it from him

Did you perhaps help
him a little too?

-Help him in what?
-To die.

He was dead when
I found him

You mean, killed.

yes...

What should I do?
I had to get through.

And now you got through,
what's the big deal?

The big deal is,
there's food here.

A home to sleep...

There is water.

I had to get inside.

They die outside,
I've seen them

-What happened here?
-What happened here...

Same that happened
everywhere else.

Where do you come from?

I don't know...

I only remember walking.

I crossed some hills, and some ruins.

Outside the hills,
there are dead people.

Mandele...

Mandele, have you
heard of it?

I'm probably coming from
down there...

Last night I dreamed...

that I went back
to Mandele

I thought I crossed the
big iron gate

What's wrong
with your hand?

I don't know...

It looks like it's burned,
I found it like this

I must be ill...

Oil and water, they're
like the wind to you

Please tell me, what happened?

Don't you remember anything?

Nothing.

I only remember walking

Where to?

West. To the sea.

Why?

There is no sea to the West?

That's what they all say.

They all go west for the sea.

But nobody came back to tell
us if there is a sea to the West...

Why did they not come back?

Because nobody
reaches that far.

Down there it might be
worse than here

Worse? In what way?

Worse death...

Can't you remember anything?

Nobody does...

Is this bicycle yours?

How long have you been following me?

Ever since you entered the city...

What are you?

This is what I want to
find out too...

Now I'm in the Morning Platoon

And the gun? What do
you have it for?

For killing...

It's a solution

For whom?

For all of us.

Then why did you let me live?

I haven't... not yet...

But then, you might be able
to remember something...

And if I remember, I will live...

You will let me live,
that is...

If all goes turns out well for you,
you need two days to get out of the city

If the third day you're still
alive and still inside...

I will have to kill you myself...
That is my job...

This will help you
go west...

Stay away from Cinemas...

Food stores, phone booths...

They're all traps.

Night time is the best
time for running...

Do you have a name?

Why?

Do you need one
to kill me?

What if I kill you first?

Who knows... You might take
my place in the Morning Platoon

But for this to happen,
you'll first need these...

Three days from now...

Ok?

...But the moonlight knows
how to play strange games...

To somebody
who is dreaming...

As I stood there however,
silent and still,

I could swear that the house was
no longer an empty shell...

but it lived and breathed
like it once used to.

Don't look for your medicine,
it's on the table.

Stop playing, I need those things.

Ok... What do you want?

You will get me
out of the city.

And you'll give me back
my things.

You know, I could even kill you...

Yes, but then, who will
get you out of the city?

How long is it since
it started?

What?

That pain of yours.

I don't know... A couple of weeks...

It started with cold
and aching bones.

And then, fever.

You were moaning all night.

You will get me
out of the city.

-It's not easy.
-You will make it easy.

There are only a few exits in the city,
and they are all well guarded.

Besides... I have to report daily.

If I haven't shown up by tomorrow,
the hunted will become two...

Hunted by whom?

The Morning Patrol.

I will keep the medicine.

When I'm out of here,
they will be yours.

-What are you doing there?
-You will listen...

Morning Patrol, Code 33,
Alpha Sector.

Identification.

I report four dead in the Cinema,
borders between Three and Four.

-Charge them to 33.
-You killed them...

Let's get out of here...

My throat ached...

But the fingers touching it
felt nothing...

As if it was somebody
else's fingers...

Like the fingerst that get
sent to you by the post.

Together with the special ID card,
the badge, and the graduation certificate.

The world outside was dark

...and something red... that gathered
like a germ under the microscope lens...

Then nothing...

Only darkness and desolation
and a load of traps...

The long and silent night
had just begun...

I never understood,
why death in the tunnels

always smells of honey suckle,
and heads westwards...

Nevertheless, I'll get you
out of the city...

Dead or alive,
it doesn't matter.

In a coffin bound
with thick black wires

On a moonless night,
hot and humid.

I could kill you anytime
I wish...

But when somebody holds
a gun against your back...

you're supposed to
do as told...

Later, I will let her to be treated
by hands dirtier than mine...

Her eyes were a deep blue...
Looking at me, but not seeing me...

Why did you stop?

"From Center to A19"

There's a guard upstairs.

Why don't you lead the way,
since you have the gun...

-Move!
-If they kill me, who'll get you out of here?

The guy who kills you.

Move!

"This is Center again...
Calling A19..."

Not possible.

"This is Center to A16 and A17...
Gap in sector West-5."

"Find A19. His last report came
from sector 5."

Stop where you are!

Wait for me here...

"This is A16 to Center... I take over
coverage of sector 5 in 20 minutes.

"This is A17 to A16. Meeting point: the bridge."

"This is Center to A16 and A17."

"This is A16 to Center. Contact at bridge,
19 dead."

"Building coverage in 10 minutes."

Let's get out of here,
or else we'll get cornered.

Are you sure we haven't met before?

Where?

East?

Yes...

What's down East, that you speak of...?

"This is A17 to A16..."

"I take over coverage of
Building - West."

"Come to White Frequency - 3"

"This is Center to Frequency."

Can't you remember anything?

"Proceed to Main Entrance with
contact every 2 minutes."

"This is A16 - Input received."

Let's go...

You must remember something...

You had a house on the hill...

I used to watch you from afar...

I don't remember anything...

Neither have I a scar that
reminds me of anything.

Nor photographs...

Or anything forgotten in my pockets.

And the clothes I wear,
must belong to somebody else.

Only, I fear death.

My death.

Dark waters...

Footprints of the drowned...

And skulls without eyes...

The last water I drank,
had a strange taste.

The river is still far away,
and time started running again.

I often see her face coming out of the dark,
approaching me...

I then turn and go to meet her.

But it is too late in the afternoon,
and the sun is vanishing...

And darkness is falling fast,
and there is no face anymore.

Then there is no river,
there is nothing.

And I'm no longer there.

Those who tried to cross this city,

Were taken out in a coffin,
bound with thick black wires.

On a moonless night,
sweet and humid.

And something red that gathered
like a germ under the microscope lens.

I'm wondering where she might
have hidden my medicine.

Definitely close to the house
where we slept...

She might even carry
them on her...

She might even know how
fast she will need them too...

So, on the way to the city, I went down
to the bar, and drank two double Whiskeys.

Didn't do much to me...

The only thing they did,
was to bring back to my mind

The platinum girl.

Which I will never
see again in my life

"This is Center to A16 and A17...
Come to White Frequency 2."

"This is A16 to Center in Frequency 2.
A19 was found dead."

"Unknown cause of death. His
medicine is not there."

"Awaiting orders"

"This is Center to A18".

"Return to Base. Replacement of
the dead with A17."

It's pointless to ask.

Everytime you ask what happened here,

You find yourself with a black
marble slab on your face

And the blood gushing
out of your belly

And your fingers turning
into white wax

We need fresh water
and a little luck

Dead or alive, it makes no difference to me.

In any case, I'll get you out
of the city, if all goes well.

Are you in pain?

Not yet.

Cold, and aching bones.

And then fever.

Isn't it how it starts?

Let me have a look at it...

Hold here.

-Does it hurt?
-No.

Now it did.

Have you killed many?

No...

Women?

Including you, four, maybe five.

I have to be away for a few hours.

Where will you go?

Work.

I'll come with you.

Not possible.

I want to see... How you kill...

I want to see you.

Don't worry, I'll come back.

I promised to you that I'll get you
out of the city.

Ok?

After all, if I don't do something,
they'll start looking for me.

I have a quota of one
person per day.

If by tomorrow I haven't done anything,
they'll start considering me a suspect.

Therefore, I have to go out tomorrow.

What if they kill you?

You will continue to the West.

You'll take me with you tomorrow.

Now I have to sleep.

Mind you, we'll find the sea...

Do you see anything?

There is nobody.

Keep looking, somebody will show up.

This is a pass.

Everybody is looking for
a phone that is ringing.

What's up?

Nothing...

Something is moving...

Where?

Back there, to the right,
in the car...

Let him first show himself.

There is nothing?

Forget about me, look up...

"This is Center to Sectors 5, 6, and 7".

"Connect to emergency frequency"

"This is sector 5 to Center."

"A-Units and Central in emergency frequency."

"This is Center to 5, 6, and 7."

"Seek A33."

"Refusal of entry to West Sector,
and preemptive arrest."

"This is 5 and 6 central. We expect
entry of A33."

"This is A6 and A7."

"We enter emergency frequency."

"From Western Center, to all A-Units."

"Morning Patrol in Emergency mode."

What do we do now?

We move a bit farther in Sector 5,
and then we go back to Sector 3-4.

3 and 4 is back.

We'll cross the railway tracks,
and we will leave through the river.

"To all Centrers and A-Units:"

"Maintain radio silence
for the next 30 minutes - Over and Out."

Now it's our turn to sing...

This is 33 calling Center... 33 calling Center...

"This is Center to 33. Justify position
and means of transportation."

Registered trap in Phone booth Sector 5.

Dead woman, to be charged in 33.

"This is Center to 33. Return immediately
to your Sector, and go directly to Central."

Contact in 4 hours. Registered traps in Sector
6-2. From 33, Over and Out.

"From 5-Central to Center 6 and 7.
Trap in Phone booth registered to 33 confirmed"

"Dead man with neck and hand wound,
unknown executor and registration."

Come to white Frequency.
Circuit 33 is under surveilance.

I'm listening.

Don't go to Sector 6,
they are after you.

I know.

Final destination:

Three to four.

-And then?
-Don't laugh...

Some people in here claim that
there is a sea, and they have a gun...

Do you need help, perhaps?

No. Tell them you never saw me.

Because things will get worse.

You didn't see me either.

Get out of the road, because in the
Western exit, they have set up a roadblock for you.

What about the old airport?

They closed it a short while ago.

Get out of the road quickly.

Ok, Over and Out.

Why did we stop here?

What time is it?

It is broken...

As soon as it gets dark,
we'll start again.

Are you ok?

The river is still far away,
and time has started running again.

I simply could feel it,
because I had no watch.

Besides, watches are not made
to measure this kind of time...

I often see her face coming out of the dark,
approaching me...

I then turn and go to meet her.

But it is too late in the afternoon,
and the sun is vanishing...

And darkness is falling fast,
and there is no face anymore.

Then there is no river,
there is nothing.

And I'm no longer there.

What is this?

Cyanide

Why?

In 5 seconds you get
away from this nightmare

They say that within these few seconds,
you see your whole life

But you're already too far away
to shout at the others about what had happened

The river is 4 kilometers
ahead of you

In the dark, you'll
slip through easily.

I'll cover you till the tributary.

After that you go on
on your own

I was sitting there
watching him slowly die

I don't know why he finally
saved my life

Maybe because he also
believed in the sea.

We will be both tormented
by the same questions, for ever.

Where I come from,
where I'm going,

and how much time
do I have left, to live

What does it matter anymore?

Oil and water, are the same
like the wind to you.

Now you sleep the big sleep.

Without worrying for all this dirt.

His eyes were looking at me,
but were not seeing me.

Dead or alive, I'll get you
out of the city.

I could already hear
the patrol aproaching us

Don't think that I quit.

I know this is my last chance.

And if they're going to get me back,
they won't get me alive.

There are so many
stories about us.

They say that after the river,
down at the valley of death,

When the moon is gone, 7 angels
pray for those who leave the city.

And when the battle is over,
and the smoke dissolves,

we get to the sea.

alive or dead, it doesn't matter.

Don't think I quit.

Do you have a name?