Original subtitles

BLACKMAIL BOY

Translation and Transcription: runnerman

Synchronization and Review: runnerman / andrepessoa

In humans and other complex life forms

the body takes in oxygen by breathing

The lungs then produce oxyhemoglobin...

which is carried to the body's tissues in the blood...

where it produces oxygen, and merges with carbon dioxide...

which it brings back to the lungs from where it is exhaled.

- 80 million drachma for 1500 sq. ft.? - Wake up, Magda...

They gave Giannis 65 million. His apartment is four roads back...

only has two bedrooms, and next door's panties in his face!

- But 80 million! - It's a bargain!

Lounge and bedrooms all done in solid oak.

Vicky bought the tiles and bathroom in Athens.

And that's not the half of it.

- Good morning. - Hello there, Christos.

- How are you, Mr. George? - Fine, put it there.

- Makis wants to leave at 11. - I won't be long.

Don't even think about paying! God forbid!

How could you even think about accepting Mr. George's money?

- Good-bye, Mr. George. - See you, Christos.

Look, I'm not taking out a loan for 80 million.

I could give you the 20 I have, and then sell the Cistern plot.

- Which plot is that? - My mom's land by the Cistern.

I've been hearing that since I was a kid, the Cistern plot!

Was I wrong? Tell me: was I wrong?

They paid 11,000 per sq. ft. last year for the plot next to ours.

Say something, Stelios! You said the price would go up.

Will you give it a rest? Can we eat in peace?

The prices were rocketing, how was I supposed to know?

We'd have got 60 minimum. Now it's 10 compensation at most.

Did you or didn't you promise me 60 million?

I was expecting to get more. I was waiting for you, not me!

But then, you've never shown any gratitude for anything.

What about Dimis? He offered to build a block on the land!

Dimis! But Dimis is a crook!

He never finished Kostas' block, remember?

And do you know that Dimis would have given me?

The unit on the roof and a shop on the ground floor.

Even if you moved up onto the roof, what about Christos?

But you've never thought about anyone but yourself.

Tell me how we're going to fit in there with 2 kids?

Give it a rest, Giota!

- What did George say? - What did he tell her?

Stop it, Giota!

That the prefect and the mayor...

have desired to expropriate the whole Cistern area...

and turn out the plot into a park.

- And the Council's voted on it? - I don't know.

It's European Community money, they say. I don't know what they meant.

- Have they voted on it or not? - She said it's an EC program.

Brussels wants your mom's land?

Is it certain?

Regarding the absorption of EC support funds...

our city council has desired to proceed with the upgrading...

of the area around the city's Cistern.

After 6 months of hard work in cooperation with the Prefecture...

we are pleased to announce...

the completion of the plans for the Cistern project...

- Keep it. - Thanks.

For the creation of a large park...

which will provide our city with much-needed oxygen.

You found out today? Today? This minute?

I forgot to tell you.

Why, have you made other plans for tonight?

And you want me to dine with the minister looking like this?

- Why, you look fine! - My roots are showing!

- Dye it then. - When? During the break?

- God, Vicky. - OK.

Be careful with the whisky!

Watch out they don't break. Wedge them in here

Did you tell mom she'd have to look after the kids?

No, but there's plenty of time. We can give her a call.

OK.

- I'm not coming. - Why, Vicky?

Why? Did you tell me? Did you warn me? No!

- So I made a mistake. - No, it's never your fault...

- It's always mine. Forgive me! - OK, then.

No, it's not ok, George. Don't be like that, I'll come.

If you're not embarrassed to be seen with me like this.

- Fuck it! - Go on, swear at me, as well!

- Come on now, Vicky - Tell me...

do you want me to come or not?

Go on, tell me!

- Could you shut up? - Nice, you want me to shut up!

- Listen, Vicky. - You're right. I'm odd

You're rational, I'm the loony.

Do we have to make such a fuss about your roots?

No, we don't. The problem is you never think about me.

I'm fucking starving.

- Want an omelet? - Yeah.

Turn that down, Timos!

I told you to turn it down!

- Fancy an omelet? - Yeah.

- Do you want one? - I said yes.

Timo's dad called. He might come at the weekend.

If he does, do you want to go on a trip somewhere?

I'm saying,

that if Timo's dad comes, to take him for the weekend...

- Fuck it! - ...we could go on a trip.

- Got a pill to take? - What?

Got a pill to take? You keep looking at your watch.

Timos! Timos! Food is ready.

- Got a date with Fay, have you? - Get a life, Gia.

- Then, when are you going? - Out with the boys, Gia.

What is going on, big fella?

- You've put on ketchup! - Oh, fuck!

- You fucking put on ketchup! - Fuck, fuck, fuck!

- You know I hate ketchup! - Fuck!

Shut up, Gia!

-Fuck! - Shut up!

- I don't want it. - Shut up. I'll make a sandwich.

It's me.

Did you see the bike outside? It's yours.

I'm going to Athens at the weekend.

Want to come?

I'll let you drive the jeep.

- You only booked one room? - Why? Did you expect a suite?

What? And you want us to sleep together?

I'm going to sleep at Johnny's place!

- Don't spoil everything! - I don't like the idea!

What? We're going to sleep in a double bed?

We can ask for two singles.

- You booked a double bed? - Worried about your virginity?

- Don't talk crap! - Come on, Christos.

I just don't like the idea!

I'm going to Johnny's.

OK, I'll ask for two single rooms.

- Satisfied? - OK, now it's not so...

- George! - Oh, shit.

Well, what a coincidence! How are you?

- Great! And you, Betty? - Fine.

How's life, Thanos?

We went up to Athens for the conference.

- Are you coming or going? - Going. With Christos here.

Do you know Christos?

- Magda's son... - Oh, Magda from the pie shop.

Yes, I said I knew the face from somewhere.

He was going up, too, and the buses are so awful...

They're just terrible.

We went to the grand opening of my sister's shop.

- I wish her all the best. - Thank you.

And we combined the opening with the party conference.

Put that chip down, Georgina!

Leave the kid alone, Betty.

But she's taking chips of the gentleman's plate!

She's too young to worry about etiquette.

Come on, let's go before she eats them all.

- Have a nice trip. - Same to you.

What's up?

- What's with the bike? - Why, do you like it?

- Whose is it? - It's mine.

You're kidding, right?

- My mom bought it for me. - Your mom?

We... put installments.

Where were you on the weekend?

- Something came up. - Couldn't you make a call?

I told you something came up. I had to go to Athens.

With Fay?

Don't start!

I told you Timos' dad was coming to take him for the weekend...

and we fucking said we were going away on a fucking trip.

But you couldn't even bother to ring me.

Fuck this!

The bitch wags her finger, and it's fuck Gia.

Fuck this!

Fuck off, you little shit.

You can go fuck yourself, too.

Hi.

I went to the pharmacy. They don't have any drips.

I'll call Christos to pick one up from the hospital.

- Where's the kid? - She's asleep.

- Fay came around. - Who?

Fay.

She said the kid hasn't been to ballet for a week.

She asked if she was ill.

I'm talking to you!

- And so? - Why didn't you take her?

The kid's not going to ballet again.

- Why not? - Because we can't afford it.

Didn't I say I'd take care of that?

We can't afford it!

- Yes, but I said... - The kid will survive...

we've got much more important things to worry about.

Have I ever left you short? Well, have I?

Magda is not going back to ballet.

What can I say?

You do realize we'll have a second kid in three months?

Look me in the eyes. Have I ever left you short?

You did what you had to do just fine. Let's not go there.

Why are you doing this to me? Why?

The plot in Cistern was mine. It was, wasn't it?

Fine, so I didn't give to Dimis. What's done is done.

Who ran around for the papers stating it wasn't woodland, eh?

So what? What about now?

Stelios got a loan for a house. Upstairs isn't big enough.

- We expected cash from the plot. - Is that my fault?

Yes, but this house is in your son's name...

It wasn't my house! Your grandmother left it to him!

How can you blame me for that, too?

And Christos has been working in the shop since high school.

- I put you through college. - Oh, yeah, my PhD!

I didn't tell you to become a nursery school teacher...

so I still have to support you at the age of 26

- So, you want to go further? - What? The plot again?

Both of you should have dealt better with it.

No ballet for the kid, and keep your money for your son.

You shouldn't have married that cadger...

so everyone could say what a handsome husband you have.

So he took out a loan for you!

He got the loan because his partner did the dirty on him!

Did the dirty? Stelios used his money to play to the stock market!

- Why, everyone lost money. - Yes, their own money!

He asked you for money to pay him back, but you refused.

So he could loose my money, too?

You don't get it, do you? I'm not financing his scams.

But you bought your son that huge motorbike.

- What? - Where did it come from?

Where did he get the money?

I bought it for him.

That's exactly what I'm saying...

what Christos wants, Christos gets.

But you begrudge me every penny you lend me.

What's up?

- Hey, Giota! - Leave me alone!

Has she started again?

What is it with everyone tonight?

- Yeah. - Christos...

pop into the hospital to get a couple of drips.

OK.

- Hello? - George, it's the kid...

He's got bruises all over and can't breathe.

Come on quickly! Carefully!

You wait here. Grandmother is on the way.

Come on, darling, sit down.

You're going to be fine.

We are here now.

OK, Giota says things she shouldn't...

but you haven't handled things perfectly.

What could I do, Stelios?

You could have accepted the burger franchise they offered.

No, Magda's pies will never change, you said.

You'd have closed without the Town Hall.

Young people want new things, Magda.

We went for a Junior Burger Meal on the kid's birthday.

I started this shop with Manolis.

So? Things change.

The town isn't like it was when you came back from Germany...

Invest your savings, open a shop, and that's the end of it.

- You need to keep up to date. - OK, so I didn't.

- That's why we need the plot. - Forget the plot.

We can't forget it, Magda.

But there is a way we can get out money...

- We can pressure George. - How, Stelios?

The doctor said it would go away when he was ten.

He'll get over it, Vicky, he will.

- That's enough, Stelios. - Why, Magda?

Don't you see how other folks make their money?

- Why should we pray for it? - That's enough, Stelios.

So you think it's all right to leave your daughter in debt?

- No. - So?

Magda, I'll take care of it.

What do you say?

Do whatever you think is right.

- Where have you been? - Aren't you asleep?

- Where were you? - Round your mother's.

- Before that? - A coffee with the boys.

Did one of the boys give that love bite...

or was my mother?

You're crazy, Stelios. Do you know what you're saying?

I never said you shouldn't go ahead with the park...

but from the Cistern and under. Without our plot.

But that's woodland there, anywhere beside the stream.

Make it somewhere else. On the coast.

What are you saying, Stelios? They'd eat us alive!

Requisitioning coastal plots! You're raving, man!

- And you're one of us. - As if I fucking am!

Why? Got any complaints, Stelios?

We gave the stadium railings to you, didn't we?

What about Country Hall?

We can't be seen to be biased.

Look, George that plot is really...

I know, I've talked about it with your mother-in-law.

And it's not only me that will benefit.

There's Marcellus and Mitrogiannis...

- ...and there's Christos. - Which Christos?

My brother-in-law. He's got a share, too.

- So what? - Aren't you two... chums?

Look, it's up to the Council and the Mayor to decide.

Couldn't you have a word in the Mayors's ear?

George?

Don't even think about it.

There's this huge warehouse in Gazi, 6500 sq. ft.

- And you want to open a club? - Yes.

You, Johnny, and Gerasimos are going to open a club in Athens?

- Yes, why not? - With what money?

Is that all you ever think about?

- It's a club, not a news stand! - Whatever you say..., it'll work.

Do you think I'm going to hang around here selling pies?

There are other jobs.

What? Work for someone else?

- Forget it, mom. - OK.

Go on, put it in the oven.

- We're going to lease it. - A loan?

You haven't got a clue, have you?

The boys have great connections in Athens.

Gerasimos does face control at the best club in town.

He's on first-name terms with all the stars!

I wish him all the best.

You're out of touch, mom. The money's made at night now.

Tell me something, Christos.

- How did you pay for the bike? - What?

Where did you get the money to buy the bike?

- What do you care? - Did Gia buy it for you?

- Drop it, mom! - Did you get money out of Gia?

If you need money, come to me. Do you hear me?

Why, have you got any? Have you?

- Did the caterers do all this? - No, only the meat.

My mother made all the appetizers.

Oh, Mrs. Anneta.

You have to make something yourself when you have guests.

I spent three days preparing them with the maid.

Are you blind? She's had a nose and eyelid job...

and probably liposuction, too.

They lack a European vision, my boy.

I can see years ahead, but they just can't understand.

It's an experience. I always go to a spa two weeks a year.

My accountant gets heatstroke and the auditors show up.

Talk about lousy luck!

Absolutely super. Mountains of vol-au-vents!

Won't that be nice?

She tells you about your karma and previous incarnations.

- Really? - Oh, yes. I was a robber queen!

We were there barbequing the sausages Nassos brought...

when he calls me and starts saying this and that.

I can only wear brand names.

The ecological stuff brings me out in a rash.

You might say it was psychosomatic.

I always keep my cigars in the fridge.

- But it has great prospects! - Yeah, for him!

With the park, the land his dad left him will fetch a fortune.

Roast kid with prunes and a coriander sauce then pancetta.

Or a sorbet. It aids the digestion.

Just because he bought three suits from Carouzo?

He's still just a peasant.

Now that the kids are grown up, we need a bigger apartment...

with at least 4 bedrooms.

But you want a lot for yours, Vicky.

80 million! Can we discuss renting?

Vicky.

Would you consider renting it?

- I was just saying... - What were you saying, that...

- We should make an exception? - No, not an exception.

Just change the plan of the park a little.

You know some voters might take offense.

Who? Stelios? Who cares about Stelios?

- Yeah, there's Stelios. - He takes what's he's given...

No, I was just talking about the southern section.

Are you keeping anything from me, George?

- No, Kostas. - Then don't hassle me.

The plan's drawn up, and we're not changing it.

Are you going to tell me why?

- Can I ask why? - Why what?

Why you want us to stop seeing each other. Why?

- Everyone always asks why. - Just like that?

People are talking, Christos. This isn't Athens.

Don't think people haven't noticed.

Has anyone said anything?

- Yes. - Who?

Who?

Never mind who... What does it matter?

Anyway, it's not as if it's going anywhere, Christos.

Fine. No problem.

What? Are we angry? Are you angry?

What is it, you horny little bastard?

Listen to what I'm saying.

- Don't be an idiot! - Cut the crap.

- I'm not joking. - Didn't mom talk to George?

- Yes, but it's not the same. - What can I say to him? Since when?

- You're buddies, aren't you? - You know him, too.

- It's not the same. - Why? Because I take him his pie.

Stop that. Stop that, I'm telling you.

I know you and George are close.

- They saw you at the toll post. - So what?

- Why were you in his car? - What do you care?

- I care about the plot. - Then sort it out.

It's easier for you. George likes you.

Go fuck yourself, you creep!

What have you done, you little bastard?

I will fuck you!

- What's wrong? Angry, are we? - Stop it, you jerk!

Are you angry?

He does like you, doesn't he? You're very likeable.

You are, aren't you?

Do we understand each other?

It wouldn't matter if it were just for you...

but there's your sister, too.

Don't you care about her?

The land is hers.

Look, we're depending on that land.

What happened, Christos?

Could you tell me what happened?

Didn't we agree?

Now, you listen up!

It's not you that calls the shots round here!

- Magda... - What did you do to the kid?

What did you do to him, you piece of shit?

Shut the fuck up, will you?

- Get out! Get out of my house! - Fuck you, you old hag!

You'll remember you said that.

Get out! Disappear!

- Magda. - Out!

Magda.

- Out! - Magda.

Get off me!

Get off me!

And five and six and seven and eight...

and turn...

and one and two and three and four...

- Have you got the car? - No, I came with the bike.

Will you drop me off home, mine's at the garage.

How's my princess?

- Hi, Fay. - Hello, Stelios.

Hey, since we've got rid of the kid...

why don't we go for a coffee, by the sea?

- And the snow queen? - And the snow queen, eh?

- Did you dance? - Yes.

- Did Christos buy it for her? - Buy what?

- The chocolate, Stelios. - No, I did.

We've been through this a hundred times!

If you buy her chocolate, she doesn't eat her dinner.

- Give it to me. - Leave the kid alone.

- What's the point? - Come on, Giota.

- We've said it a hundred times! - Come on, Giota.

I don't want her eating chocolate before meals.

He only gave her one little bar.

- The kid's my affair. - OK.

You try and buy her love with ballet, chocolates, and crisps.

What can I say? What the fuck can I say?

What's wrong, Giota?

He doesn't love me. He doesn't.

What are you saying?

- Mom, mommy, mommy. - Please, Giota, don't.

- Mom, mommy, mom. - Please, oh please.

Sometimes I wish it had been me instead of Ifigenia.

And then the gods grew angry at the hubris of Tantalus...

who had served them up his son... his son...

Who?

- What does it start with? - P...

It starts with a P.

Pelops. It was Pelops.

- I've learned it, mom. - Have you?

- Then why can't you remember... - I only forgot Pelops.

Hello. He isn't here. Call him at work.

I did. The answer phone gave this number.

Can I help, I'm his wife.

From Patra?

A problem is cropped up in the accounts.

A motorcycle? I don't understand.

Call him on his mobile. 6944...

- Shall I say my homework? - The gods knew he was lying...

and did not eat, except for Dimitra...

who was sad because she'd lost her daughter Persephone...

who'd been kidnapped by Pluto and taken to Hades.

- Hello, dad. - They called from Patra...

They're going to call on the mobile...some car dealership...

- What did they want? - Something about a motorbike.

- Did you buy a motorbike? - What, me?

- They said it was about a bike. - Someone's made a mistake.

Ah, I know.

I bought some stuff for the jeep in Patra.

A mistake in accounts, he said.

That'll be them.

Yes. That's me. Yes

My wife told me.

- Can I say my homework? - Yes, go on.

That's why Tantalus' line...

suffered such misfortune...

and himself was condemned to live in eternal torment.

What are you doing here? How did you get in?

I killed the doorman and broke in.

- Come on, no one saw me. - Have you gone mad?

- What are you so scared about? - We talked about this.

So? Are you going to become a monk?

- Or a family man, is that it? - What's your problem, Christos?

Is it the same thing?

Is it the same thing?

I'm going to wait for you in the apartment.

In the apartment, he says. I've got to leave.

I'm meeting the Prefect at 10. For dinner.

I'll be waiting.

Where have you been, George?

We were supposed to be there at 10, and it's already 10:45.

- I got held up at City Hall. - City Hall?

- Yes. - But I rang looking for you.

- Then I went round the office. - Why do you turn off you cell?

I didn't. The battery ran out.

OK, I'll be ready in 5 minutes.

Are you at home?

Can I come round?

- What do you want from a woman? - Nothing.

- Nothing. - Not a thing.

You got everything I want from a woman.

Been fucking again tonight?

She's got a boyfriend in Athens. A basketball player.

You're obsessed, you are.

You're nothing to her.

I saw the two of you on Monday...

We were going for a fuck... Got a problem with that?

You, asshole.

Damn, I'm out of cigarettes, I'll go get some.

- Don't. Timos will have some. - Timos has gone out.

I know where he hides his.

- Hello there, George. - Hi, Takis.

Will you check the oil for me?

- Hello there, George. - Hi, Giannis.

- Hello, George. - How are things, Stelios?

- Haven't seen you around. - You know...

- And the matter we discussed? - I'm looking into it.

I didn't say to look into it. I told you to sort it out.

These things take time.

Yeah, but time's running out.

I told you, I need to find a way round it.

When?

Hey, I could do without the pressure.

Why shouldn't you be under a little pressure now and again?

Cut that out.

- I didn't call you for that. - Why wasting an opportunity?

Stop it, Christos.

They're putting me under a lot of pressure.

- We can't see each other. - You're scared of your shadow?

- They're putting on pressure! - Who is, George?

That shithead brother-in-law of yours, Stelios.

Stelios?

It was him making all the insinuations before.

- Stelios? - Yes, over that fucking land.

What have you to fear from Stelios?

You've only seen his good side, I know him from way back.

- Have you fucked him? - Be serious, Christos. Cut this shit!

Why? He's not bad-looking.

- Cut the shit! - How can Stelios scare you?

- He's not some kid. - He's all talk.

A dickhead who plays it tough and scares my mom and my sister...

They're not stupid, those two.

He comes and whispers in your ear, and you swallow it!

He's too chicken to do a thing.

- Oh yeah. - What can he do or say?

- I don't know. - And if he does, I'll have him.

What? Don't think I could?

You don't, do you?

Just don't say anything to him and make things worse.

Fuck Stelios. I know a thing or two about him, too.

Like what?

Leave it to me. I'll take care of it.

- Don't spoil it. - Leave it, for fuck's sake!

Don't spoil it, I said.

I know you want it.

The presence of moisture in the air attacks iron...

because oxides form on its surface...

ferrous oxide.

Do you all understand this?

We call these oxides rust.

And your husband?

We vary occasionally talk on the phone.

- Did he remarried? - No.

And you don't come to the cinema club anymore.

You know how it is.

Don't you see much of Myrto?

She has enough problems of her own, believe me.

You know why I asked her to come, don't you?

- I opened his drawer... - It happened this year...

Timos was a model student until a few months ago.

- It's my fault. - One cell phone went missing...

- It's my fault, mine! - Come on, Gia.

Gia, please. Don't take it so hard.

He'll stop, I know he will.

Timos just needs love, that's all.

There's a child psychologist. Don't worry about money.

Don't blame yourself.

Who said anything about money?

- I just meant... - That I don't have enough cash?

I didn't mean that.

- That I don't give it for Timos? - What are you saying, Gia..

That you feel sorry for me now?

- What are you saying? - That the shrink is a special offer...?

- I don't understand you... - That Timos just needs love?

- Gia, stop it. - You worry about your own brats

and that queer husband of yours.

Don't roll your eyes at me.

I saw him with that Christos, Magda's son.

They are lovers!

- Fuck you, bitch! - Oh, so you know some bad words.

Fuck you, you dirty slut, The drugs have fucked your brain.

Really?

It's all a figment of your imagination.

Ask him who bought Christos's bike, you silly cow.

Gia, Gia.

You're here, aren't you?

- What's up? - Don't walk around like that.

Why...?

...are you embarrassed?

- Let me go, I have work to do. - Don't go.

Have you gone nuts? Cover yourself up.

Why? It's not the first time you've seen me naked.

Take it in your hand.

Come on...

- Oh, you're here, aren't you? - I came to get some yogurt.

- What did the doctor say? - The kid has an allergy.

He prescribed some medicine.

Are both of you deaf? What are you doing up here?

Didn't you hear dad's machine? I could hear it from outside.

- I fixed it. - Good.

You see, there is nothing wrong with her. I told you not to worry.

Oh yes, I shouldn't have worried.

Hello, Vicky.

- With my son? - Tell me, do you believe that?

- What do you think? - Do you believe it's true?

Who am I going to believe? The drug addict?

- And the motorbike? - What motorbike?

Christos bike. She said George bought it for him.

Where did Christos get the money for the bike?

- Where did he get the money? - I bought it for him, Vicky.

I knew it. I knew it.

George isn't perfect, but I knew it couldn't be true.

Of course it isn't.

He love the kids. He loves me.

He wanted a third and a fourth, but I didn't.

Why are you torturing yourself, Vicky?

Everyone knows deep down. You know, don't you?

Sometimes, I feel that I don't know anything.

As though I'm seeing him for the first time.

That's because you you're young.

What do you mean? That it goes away in time?

No, it becomes permanent, but you get used to it.

You don't recognize your husband, your children...

not even things.

You see a bottle, and you don't know what it is.

But you still fill it up and you put it in the fridge.

The accident happened just one month after we came back from Germany.

Do you think I recognized my daughter on the stretcher?

I told the nurse that it was her, but only to get it over with.

But I never recognized her, not deep down.

It wasn't Ifigenia on that stretcher.

And my husband did the same.

It's just that he has never stopped since.

He closed the shutters and left me to cope alone.

- It's not his fault, Magda. - I've taken him everywhere...

England, Germany... we even went to Russia.

The doctors all admit defeat.

But it's not his fault. He can't have wanted it like this.

I don't know.

- Was it from the crash? - No.

It happened afterwards. In the operating theatre.

It was the oxygen. A lack of oxygen.

Mom? Are you OK?

What have you taken? What shit have you taken?

You're so stupid.

Leave me alone. Give me a cigarette.

The head mistress called me in yesterday. About Timos.

He's running the risk of being expelled.

- You know who the principal is? - Yeah, she taught me chemistry.

I told her I saw you with her husband the night before last.

I don't know what came over me.

I've seen you before in that apartment building

- Don't leave, Christos, please. - What have you done, you whore?

What have you done, you whore?

Get up, you dump slut.

- Don't... - Stand up, god damn!

Stand up!

Get out, you bastard!

Mom...

My baby...

What happened, are you OK?

- Why so far out of town? - Fuck it!

Why? What happened?

- Nothing too serious, but... - But what?

It's that bitch, Gia. She saw us coming out of the block.

Gia?

- Yes, nothing is up, but... - What did she say?

I told her that this bullshit! Oh, fuck me!

It's OK, no problem.

- And I told you, Christos. - OK, you were right.

- We can't see each other again. - OK.

- It's over. - OK.

And don't call me on the cell again.

- Are you angry? - What do you think?

OK, but it's not my fault.

- Why? Who is blaming you? - So don't leave like that.

What do you want now?

Feeling horny?

- What about you? - Fuck you Christos.

Why? Aren't you?

What about a blowjob?

- Haven't we changed our tune? - Come on.

- Do you like blowjobs now? - Of course...

Take it.

- Hello. - It's not very artistic...

- ...but it does the trick. - Who's that?

Theo Angelopoulos! Who do you think? It's Stelios.

I was waiting for you, George but you didn't come up with the goods...

- What are you saying, you shit? - Calm down, or...

- The land's price is sixty million. - Sixty million?

That's how much I want.

Where am I supposed to find 60 million, you bastard?

Give it in the ass, take in the ass, George!

I want it in one month at least.

Bye bye, Kisses.

Come on, Christos?

What's wrong?

- What is wrong with him? - I don't know.

- I'll take him to hospital. - No, let him sleep.

- Was him the one who hit you? - No.

I can't leave him like that.

- Is there any milk? - No.

I'll go and get some.

That whore Gia told him. She sent him.

- It wasn't Gia. - Then who sent him?

How the hell was he there waiting with the camcorder?

Why do I have to be so fucking unlucky?

And you were going to take care with Stelios!

It's my fault.

Fuck you, with "It's my fault" ! It's my fucking fault.

It's my fault. I told him we were going there.

I was in on it with Stelios. Right from the start.

- What did you say? - I knew all about it...

about the land, about the video, everything.

Why did you do it?

Why, you punk? Why?

Why? Tell me, you bastard!

Is that why you blew me, you little shit?

Is that why you've been playing it all romantic?

Wasn't the bike enough for you? Everything I gave you?

Sixty million? Sixty million?

- And you're playing the innocent. - I'm sorry.

Stand up! Stand up!

Get them off! Get them off! Get them off!

That's good. All of them!

Don't even think that you're getting away with a blowjob!

I paid sixty million.

But the third little piggy was smart...

he built his house with bricks and wood, and it was strong.

The wolf huffed and he puffed...

but he couldn't blow the house down.

And the three little pigs hugged each other...

and danced and laughed.

I'm going downstairs to your mother.

- Did you get the check? - Yes.

- Maybe, we... - Don't start that again.

- Good night, daddy. - Good night.

- Maybe I should come down, too. - No, leave it to me.

Did you filmed them?

- Did you filmed them? - And that's suddenly a problem?

I was waiting and waiting, but he wasn't going to do anything.

They were putting up signs, sending in bulldozers, but...

- ...George wasn't doing a thing. - So, did you filmed them?

Since nothing else was working... I said I'd take care of it.

You told Christos to go, and filmed them on the camcorder?

Threats do nothing.

- Did you get Christos involved? - Christos was in from the beginning.

What's the difference?

- Christos is a big boy now. - Shut up!

Sorry, so now you're pretending you didn't know?

You didn't tell me about the video, or about Christos.

Magda, I promised you sixty million Drachmas.

Keep it, and do whatever you want with it.

It's cashable on Monday. No names.

Just sign, and take the money.

- Keep it, if you want. - What are you saying know?

It's your daughter's money, Magda.

I promised to bring it to you.

- My daughter's money... - Oh, cut the dramatics!

That's what we agreed, wasn't it?

Get out of my house!

Shouldn't he lend a hand for his family's sake?

He helped out, and enjoyed it, too.

This family all seem to like it up the ass.

- You bastard! - Get off me, you bitch.

You dirty faggot!

Do you want to give me a lesson in ethics?

Then tear it up. Tear up the check!

Tear it up, if you can.

Tear it up!

- Can I try this? - Of course.

- Vicky? - Teta, I was going to call you.

- What happened with the apartment? - What do you mean, Teta?

I spent two months badgering my husband to pay 80...

and George called me yesterday to say he's selling elsewhere.

Why?

Stop it! stop it!

The apartment is gone.

- I sold it. - Why?

I needed sixty million.

I've lost the lock...

Bye.

George told me everything. About the check.

What's that to do with me?

Talk to Stelios, to your son. Who has the check?

And say what?

The check isn't cashable for two days. There's still time.

Still time for what?

They haven't cashed it yet. We can stop them before Monday.

Just get the check and tear it up.

- Even if it is like you say... - It is.

- Stelios will not give it to me. - You've got two days to try.

Just tear it up. That's enough.

It's my money. It's my children's money. Stolen money.

I don't know what your husband told you.

I don't know who he's accusing or why.

But go and sort it out with him.

My son is not involved. Christos can't be involved.

He is, Magda. You know he is.

You told me you bought Christos's motorbike.

- You lied. - And so did you, Vicky.

And what's the motorbike got to do with anything?

- You knew... - What did I know?

About your husband's lies? Involving my son in his filth?

- You knew... - My son wasn't involved.

- You knew, Magda. - I bought him the motorbike.

My child knows nothing!

It's my children's money.

I don't know what it is. I don't know what you're saying.

Go, and leave Christos alone.

- Magda... - Get out!

You will sleep at granny's house tonight.

- What's that? - I borrowed it from Gia.

- Going somewhere? - No.

Where are you going?

Where are you going, Christos?

Leave me alone, mom.

What have you done?

What are you going to do?

Don't... don't try to stop me.

You're crazy, what are you going to do?

Don't come any closer.

Where's the check, Christos? It was in my drawer.

I took it. Got a problem with that?

You promised me, George.

You promised you wouldn't do it again.

Vicky, please.

You should have thought of our children, George.

They weren't enough for you.

- Vicky... - It's my fault, too...

but the blame is mostly yours.

I'll make it up for it, I promise.

- Put the gun down. - Too late. It can't be undone.

Have you finished now? What are you waiting for?

- Christos, please. - The money?

You want the check after all that?

- I didn't want to, Vicky. - I know.

I didn't know where it would all lead.

I know.

Is it pointless asking you to forgive me?

No.

I know it's not your fault.

It's nobody's fault.

Finish it.

Get it over with.

Come on.

Is that the police?

- Christos, I'm begging you. - What for? The money? Forget it.

- Where are you going, Christos? - Just fuck off.

Christos eh? What do you want? The check?

so you can spend it toasting the sucker's health with Stelios?

- What are you saying? - Exactly what you're hearing.

The money's mine. How were you intending to divide it up?

I didn't ask for the money. I don't ask for the money.

So why did Stelios come and give it to you?

You know how he got the check...

If the two of you were looking for a fool, bad luck!

- Christos. - I'm taking all the money.

When you get down to it, it was my dick you sold.

I took the kids to my mother's...

because my husband called and said we were going out to eat.

When I came back, I found him here and the house like this.

I think it's a robbery because they took my jewelry and my husband's checkbook.

- His checkbook? - Yes.

Christos. Christos, please!

- Christos, don't go! - Leave me alone!

- What's going on, mom? - Go upstairs!

- He took the check. - Shut up!

He took it, Stelios. He took it.

Stay upstairs, I said.

- Get out of the way! - Leave, you bastard!

- I'll fuck you, your fag! - Christos. Go! Go!

Open the door! Let me in!

- Open the door! Open the door! - Stop it!

Open the door! Open the door! Open the door!