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THE HUNTERS

This story had ended in 1949.

What the hell? I don't understand...

HAPPY NEW YEAR 1977

Are the women awake?

No.

We must make a decision.

Word mustn't get around.

The consequences could be...

Then decide!

I'm in favour.

All right.

Yes.

Very well, but...

This is...serious indeed.

And all that,

and vague.

Savas, get to it.

One moment. He can't stay here.

I know.

I'm going to call.

Good day, Commander. I'm Savas, from Aigli.

The fault is yours!

You had the power in your hands and you handed it back to the politicians.

Fuck your military revolution!

They have tricked us, Giannis.

They gave us the green light to start.

Green light for seven years. And suddenly a red light.

A change of policy. How were we to know?

They're coming.

Oh, my Lord!

I told you. Don't force the things with the king...

He'll leave. And he won't be here when we need him. Now you've gone and done it!

Colonel...

I'm retired.

- Oh, my God! - Come now, There's a hole there.

I told you so... I told you so!

I can't take any responsibility.

I need to go to the city and report to headquarters.

It's New Year's Eve. We're expecting guests.

The last communist rebels...

were either killed or had fled to lron Curtain countries by the end of '49.

We all know that.

The fact that he is here is a historical error.

The annual report for the present fiscal year, 1949-1950

can be deemed positive.

The American Mission, aware of Greece's difficulties,

has spent money lavishly for our country's economic recovery...

through the Marshall Plan:

Missions, special advisers, military hardware, medical supplies,

road, bridge and railway repairs.

It also saved the Greek people from starvation with food shipments.

The American mission will continue with its objectives:

establishing political and economic balance in the land of Aeschylus.

And so, Greece, after the hurricane of conspiratorial war...

and with the aid of the Marshall Plan and American friendship...

is moving swiftly towards development and progress.

The projection.

- Hello, Rosa. - Hello, Savas.

We've got work now.

Go, kid. Tomorrow again.

It's disgusting. They all stink like dogs.

- What's that? - The permit.

The Aigli, where the rebels were headquartered, is for sale.

You are made for me, and I for you, my love

A kiss...

No?

How much have you got?

Approximately fifty pounds and dollars.

I'll get a loan for the reconstruction.

They are building the base just across the lake.

The Americans will come in hordes.

There'll be an orchestra, right?

Fire!

- I am made for you - You are made for me

My love

Since the two of us are made for each other

Come and you'll be my eternal dream

And we'll seal it

With a kiss

You are made for me and I for you, my love

Come to my arms then, don't delay

I will lull you with caresses every night, my love

I will wake you every morning with kisses

My light, my secret desire, you'll be my constant light

Let the world say what it pleases and give me

Give me your lips, and make me happy

Sad is he who doesn't love

Sad will we be if we heed our parents

I want to feel every beat of your heart

Let your grumpy father say what he pleases

I like you, I like you

I like you because something attracts me to you

I like you, I like you

And you will surrender to my arms

Tell me what you desire, don't be afraid

I want it too and won't refuse you

I like you, I like you

I like you because something attracts me to you

I like you, I like you

And you will surrender to my arms

Do you have anything else to add?

No.

Nothing more.

You've forgotten to say

that the blood of the wound is still fresh, as if he was alive.

I have nothing else to add, and I can read and write.

Sign.

Next.

You?

Subject...

Discovery of the body of a rebel conspirator

from the days of the rebel war - 1947-1949,

in the location Playia, on Mount Tomaros

where the Ancient Tymphaia stretched out

by the old Pelasgian walls.

Deposition of Giannis Diamantis

owner of factory, married, father of a child.

I've disinherited him.

During the elections of '58

I was the voting official in Paralimni, my place of origin.

I had just returned from further studies in America.

We had worked on isolating the leftists.

We had been hoping that they wouldn't dare set foot at the polls.

The election process was uneventful.

The day before we had distributed 200 pairs of trainers to the kids in the area.

We had finished by around 4 in the afternoon.

We were drinking ouzo and eating octopus with the Prefect and the Sergeant.

We were waiting for sundown, to begin counting the ballots.

When suddenly...

there was an unusual commotion in the main street.

Men came out of the bars and stood on the pavement.

Women came out and stood on balconies.

Looking at the end of the street as if they were waiting for something.

Suddenly there was a terrible silence

and a man appeared at the end of the street.

The silence was such that you could hear his footsteps.

He walked in front of the bars,

he stood in front of the door to the polling station...

and started to climb the steps.

Your name?

Diamantis, Giannis.

Father's name?

Nikolaos.

And you are?

Diamantis, Giannis.

And your father?

Giorgos.

Your father killed my mother...

on 12 February 1946.

And your father killed my father...

on 12 February 1949.

He had just come out of prison.

During and after the German occupation he was a political indoctrinator in the region.

After his arrival the communists took heart.

Before the sundown the entire red neighbourhood had voted.

They elected 80 MPs.

That day we realised that the left had raised its head again.

It was something we couldn't guess. It was an accident.

The papers wrote at the time that the soldier had committed suicide

because he was pressured into voting for the ERE.

It was a lie.

The Sergeant, the Prefect and l

were drinking ouzo and eating octopus.

Be seated.

Just one more thing.

I've also noticed...

that the blood of the wound...

is as fresh as if he were alive.

- Some ouzo? - Never on duty.

- The telephone? - This way, Commander.

What is it?

They're all over the city.

- They've started arriving from villages too. - Who?

They're passing right outside.

I ordered an alert. I must go to headquarters. I'll be back.

- Will you be needing me? - No.

- Do you agree on the crackdown? - Of course.

I can't bear to look at him any more.

Why don't you talk?

Everything for the party, right?

Who took care you when you returned from exile?

For our late mother's sake. Nothing else!

I had seen them together in '61.

Giannis...

I'm tired.

I'll pack it in...

A whole life of persecution. Prison, exile...

And for what?

I want to live a little.

Everything's ready, Governor!

OK, boys. We set off when I give the signal.

I couldn't miss it.

- How was the honeymoon? - Fantastic.

- Have you started yet? - Not yet.

How are you, dear?

The head of the anti-communist crusade, Governor.

Divine faith, divine force and Greek immortality.

We're worried, Governor.

The Americans are advocating a change in the voting system.

They want plurality, like in 1952 with Papagos.

This isn't enough, right, boys?

We are worried!

Come!

Best of ten.

Ready?

One - nil.

Out! One all.

Two - one.

Here I come!

Careful, the guard is coming this way.

Eat your food, love your cell and read a lot.

Eat your food, love your cell and read a lot.

They brought Vassilis to the next cell.

He was moaning all night.

He didn't sign.

I tapped on his wall.

Vassilis, do you hear me?

It's the end of the democratic army.

As of yesterday, 29 August 1949, we're finished, Vassilis.

We are defeated.

Where are we going? What will we do? What are we hoping for?

As of yesterday, 29 August 1949...

it's finished.

Today it's 22 May 1963...

You asked for me.

What do you want?

Be careful.

We're closing!

- Giorgos, the bills. - Right away.

Be careful, Giannis!

They killed him!

We're the press.

How was the situation before, during and after the peace march?

When the marchers appeared,

did the officer on duty see the illegally parked car?

Were the necessary measures during the march taken?

Why was traffic banned and the city declared off limits?

In view of the march and the prevailing fanaticism...

why didn't the police break up the bands of opponents before the march?

What does the public prosecutor think about the identity card of the driver

issued by the head of the anti-communist crusade?

Doesn't it constitute an abuse of authority?

I beg you, please.

Deposition of Antonios Papageorgiou,

journalist, publisher and ex-Governor.

What's going on in the backyard?

The prisoners are taking their evening walk.

Up down, up down, up down...

Shut the window.

Mr Public Prosecutor...

The undersigned, Giorgos Fantakis, contractor,

imprisoned due to a misunderstanding

and awaiting a fair trail

to resolve the misunderstanding

and return to society.

During an evening of the previous month,

12 January 1964, to be precise,

I heard some rhythmic tapping on the wall of the adjacent cell.

Since I had been imprisoned in the past,

because as a youth I had been led to join the rebel movement,

which I have since renounced,

I immediately realised it was a code between prisoners to communicate.

As you know better than I do

there are still prisoners serving life sentences

from the times of the conspiratorial war.

I approached the wall

and deciphered the message.

He needs a shave, right?

Since we love each other

Soon you will hurt yourself

You'll come back but you won't find me

You'll come back but you won't find me

Why do you want to lose me forever

And cry bitter tears?

Long live Giorgos and his violin!

I hereby declare

that at this very moment

a left-wing conspiracy is brewing

and a secret paramilitary organisation

called Aspida, created by military officers supporting the Left

and related to the Centre Union party...

are conspiring against the life of the King.

During the following days I was able to transcribe

all the details of the plot. Dates, places and names.

I'm willing to testify to the above, to you and to any authority.

Sign.

Bravely forward in the cause

Marching for freedom

Strike, crush and give

The enslaved people their freedom!

Cheers.

To your health.

Today the people have won. Democracy has won.

16 February 1964 will be remembered as a historic day.

A day of victory for the democratic forces.

Long live Papandreou! Long live democracy!

I can't any more.

Cruel heart

Why did I fall in love with you?

Liar, you cheated me

I say it and it hurts

You don't deserve it

Not even my hate

And I regret

Having loved you so much

Why don't you take pity on me, cruel heart?

One, two fine.

Two, one fine.

I will name you Constantine.

One, two fine.

Two, one fine.

I will name you Constantine.

I don't know about you

but I've always been a liberal.

Take off your jacket.

The shirt too.

Mum, I can't do it.

The Queen called me to say that the throne is in danger.

But, what will my constituents say?

At my age, Dad had been prime minister twice. I know.

But I can't do that. I can't.

Today, 15 July 1965, the new government was sworn in.

It is formed by MPs who have broken away from the Centre Union party.

Thus, the crisis ended, when the government

of the majority party, Centre Union, led by Giorgos Papandreou

resigned following a disagreement with the King

in the matter of changes in the army.

Aliki!

Aliki, what's the matter with you?

I still remember them in '47, entering the city on horseback.

Dark-skinned... Wild...

And the red neighbourhood running behind them shouting, "Power to the people".

I must have been 15 years old.

Father closed the shutters.

He hated those shoeless masses.

But l...

I went to the window

and peered through the blinds.

A young rebel...

with a thick beard...

and a scar...

was cleaning his gun, just below.

I got scared.

That night I dreamt that

he jumped through the window with his horse

and sneaked into my room.

He leaned over me.

His breath burned my face.

By the morning...

on my white sheet there were drops of blood.

Since then, 30 years ago now...

every once in a while...

he comes back.

He jumps through the window with his horse

he enters

Ieans over me

and his breath burns my face.

In the morning, on my bed sheets

I find drops of blood.

"Alone in the night". Take two.

Playback!

I'm alone, all alone

Like a small child

The mockingbird in my heart

Is silent

She's alone, all alone

Like a young child

The mockingbird in her heart

Is silent

One more night without love

I don't know him.

The American base was just opposite.

Drunken sailors.

I was a singer.

I also made a few movies.

I got married.

The provinces.

Sometimes it's better in the provinces.

I don't know him.

I don't know him.

I don't know him!

I don't have anything to add and I know how to read and write

A cognac?

..Due to its frailty an open dictatorship appears to be the only way out.

But the path that people demand

is the restoration of democracy with free elections.

Democracy is what the people want.

Dictatorship is what the privileged classes and foreign forces want.

That's why there must be elections in May 1 967.

Let's rally round the United Democratic Left to assert

our unshakeable faith in the rights of the people,

in the invincible democratic forces,

in the final triumph of democracy.

Long live democracy!

Fascism will not prevail! Fascism will not prevail!

Democracy! Democracy!

You're still here?

One, two, three...

Armed with our rifle and sword

And our brave heart

We go to battle and whoever is killed

Will know for sure that he won't die

In our trenches

Leonidas and his 300 fight

And with the horn he leads the charge

While the Russians run to safety

Left!

One and two!

Change step!

To communism, brought by foreigners

We respond bravely

With our pure patriotism

We, the new generation

In our trenches

Leonidas and his 300 fight

And with the horn he leads the charge

While the Russians run to safety

Left!

One and two!

Armed with our rifle and sword

And our brave heart

We go to battle and whoever is killed

Will know for sure that he won't die

In our trenches

Leonidas and his 300 fight

And with the horn he leads the charge

While the Russians run to safety

Left!

One and two!

Change step!

With the King as General

Whom enemy fire cannot touch

We will reach the tree with the red apples

And we will recapture the city

Behind us we have a regime

That the centuries support

Fatherland, family, religion and salary

Are immortal pillars

Everything else is transient

We write history ourselves

And talking about ideals

We talk about democracy

Behind us we have a regime

That the centuries support

Fatherland, family, religion and salary

Are immortal pillars

Armed with our rifle and sword

And our brave heart

We go to battle and whoever is killed

Will know for sure that he won't die

In our trenches

Leonidas and his 300 fight

And with the horn he leads the charge

while...

The blood of love

Painted me purple

And unseen happiness

Shadowed over me

I corroded with the winds from the south

Of men

Distant mother

Rose, my Rose

That never withers

At open sea

They stalked me

With three-masted bombers

And shot me

My sin, that I too had

A love

Distant mother

Rose, my Rose

That never withers

Once in July

Half-opened

Her large eyes

Deep within me

Deposition of Giorgos Fantakis...

contractor.

Those of us who got out

tried to make something of our lives...

nothing more.

Construction projects, jobs...

The years go by.

Tell me...

The revolution...

when will it happen?

He was talking to the corpse.

I don't know what they were saying.

He's upstairs now.

He's gone mad, I think he's singing.

One, two, fine.

Two, one, fine.

What are you doing, Savas?

Cowards...

Stooges...

Worthless...

You're all talk...

They've sold us out, Savas...

Just what we needed.

For God's sake, no scandals!

It's to no one's advantage.

I'm expecting guests!

Listen...

A hunter committed suicide

in the woods near the lake Pamvotida.

Giorgos F. Building contractor, was found dead today - I mean tomorrow - dead.

He had a deep wound in his chest inflicted by a hunting rifle.

Probable cause of death -

psychological disorder or economic reasons.

Do you agree?

Strange.

The blood is fresh, as if he was alive.

Savas.

I leave my homeland and my sad eyes are full of tears

I leave my homeland and my sad eyes are full of tears

My sweet homeland, it's filled with tears

My sweet homeland, I love you deeply

In a foreign land with sighs, the sun sets, sun rises

In a foreign land with sighs, the sun sets, sun rises

My sweet homeland, the sun sets, sun rises

My sweet homeland, I love you deeply

I'll love you, I'll love you until the day I die

I'll love you, I'll love you until the day I die

My sweet homeland, until the day I die

My sweet homeland, I love you deeply

In two minutes the old year will leave with its head bowed, sullen,

giving way to the new rider with his sword and big happy smile

The lights will flicker and the kisses will give a sweet welcome

And a woman with silver hair will yearn for times past

In a minute the old year will be gone

And the new will arrive with eyes full of hope

Our faces will light up with joy, in spite of each of us having a new wrinkle

A tango, a waltz, a wish

The sound of clinking glass

The heavens showering us with stars

My verses tied with each other

In half a minute the old year will be gone

And a new blonde haired one, will rise

Every bitter complaint will fall silent

And the poet will recite again

The New Year arrives with cheer

Put the ring of youth on your finger

Drink wine, drink life, raise the sails

To journey on the seas of the new year

Here he comes!

Here he comes!

It's here.

Your Majesty!

I was waiting for you...

Soon the night will burn out

The light will expand over the earth

Our love will too decay

The moment the sun sets

Tonight the violins will cry

For our dream that is dying

So let's forget ourselves

In the arms of a waltz

In parting, this waltz

Will keep us together

And within the soul, like a prayer

Each hour will resound

We won't say goodbye

So long, boys

We'll meet again

Often in the future

We don't say goodbye

So long, boys

We'll meet again

Often in the future

Tonight the violins will cry

For our dream that is dying

So let's forget ourselves

In the arms of a waltz

In parting, this waltz

Will keep us together

And within the soul, like a prayer

Each hour will resound

We don't say goodbye

So long, boys

We'll meet again...

2nd Mobile Rebel Court of the Democratic Army.

Vitsi, 29 August 1949.

In the name of the Revolution.

In the name of the government of the Mountain.

Fire!

THE END