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- You're late!
- Whatever...

Keep the change.

Here's your money, chief.

Got any more jobs for me?

Plenty of "paint jobs", Stratos.

Out of town.
Twice the money.

Back before you know it.
Are you game?

Yorgos passed by.
He went up, the little prick.

You asked to meet here.
It's not my fault I saw him.

How can you stand
that motherfucker?

Don't be so hateful, Painter.
You know he's Leonidas's brother.

So what?
They're not the same.

Watch your back.
Leonidas is one thing...

...that cunt is another.

Where have you been, man?

Do you realize how late you are?

Keep me waiting like this...

You drag me out here,
at least be on time.

I'm pacing up and down all night.

Why couldn't you be on time?

At least call.
Say you'll be late.

Call you from where?

I'm deep in the
private lounge, playing.

Call you how?

Send me a message.
So I know what's going on.

If you're gonna drag me up a goddamn
mountain, at least be on time.

Otherwise let's
meet at my office.

Don't keep me waiting.

- You wanted cash quick, right?
- Yeah, man.

Then come get it from the source.

Where do you think I
make my money, Yorgos?

At the bakery?
Here's where I make my money, man.

I earn it here.

You couldn't get them sooner.
Fresh from the oven.

And stop jinxing me.

- Whining brings me bad luck.
- Seriously?

What is this bullshit?
Bad luck my ass.

Cut the bullshit.

There are serious,
urgent issues to discuss.

- What kind of issues?
- Issues, Stratos.

- What issues?
- The tunnel...

It's sucking everything in.
It'll suck us down too.

Costs are out of control,
it's all going to hell.

Leonidas set this gig up, but I'm
the one getting fucked over. Me.

- Is everyone paying their share?
- Yeah, they do.

I need to chase them to get
it, but they pay their share.

If only they paid like you do.
No need to beg. Always on time.

Always ready.
But yeah, everyone's paying.

No one's backing out, right?

Who would back out? What are you
talking about? No way.

One month from the end?
They can't back out now.

They're counting on Leonidas.
Banking on Leonidas...

...to get out and start over.
There's no backing out.

They're all faithful.

We're their bread and butter, man.
They're legit, each and every one.

Back out? No way.

Vicky? Hey, good morning.
Did I wake you?

Send the kid over with some coffee.
I've run out.

Okay.

You want some pie, yeah?

Careful, it's a bit hot.

It must be hard work at the bakery, huh?

It's a baking factory, Leonidas.

I mean, it produces lots of things.

Like pies, I don't know... Cheese pies.
Spinach pies. All sorts.

Whatever, bakery, factory.
Who gives a fuck.

Are you looking for work
besides this shit?

Something on the side?

No, I'm not looking. There's nothing.
Where would I go?

- Times like this. What else is there?
- You go look. You hear me? Go look.

You think someone will knock
on your door offering a job?

What the fuck is a guy like you
doing working at a bakery?

Cheese pies and breadsticks...
What the fuck?

I'm asking you.
What is this shit?

You think you make
your bread in there?

You make your bread
out on the streets.

You hear me?

So tell me.

You getting any action?

Are you getting any pussy?

Getting some ass?

No, I'm not getting any.

I don't recognize you, man.
What's going on?

Never thought I'd hear
such bullshit from you.

What is this shit?

All work and no play...
Not getting any...

What the fuck happened to you?

What do you want from me, Leonidas?

- You know what, man.
- What?

What do you want from me?

When your nerve is gone, it's gone.

You lost your nerve?

- Yeah. I lost my nerve.
- Nice one.

It's over.

What do you mean it's over?

It's over, man. It's over.

It's over?

It's over.

Go fuck yourself, motherfucker.
You son of a bitch.

Fuck you.

Go fuck yourself, you faggot.

You son of a bitch.
Fuck you.

Go fuck yourself, faggot.

I shouldn't have saved
your life when I did.

Should've let them slice you open.
Wrap your guts around your neck.

I should've left you to die in prison.

Should've let them crush you.
You're a waste of effort, deadbeat.

Go fuck yourself.
Don't ever come here again.

I'll chop your legs off, you hear me?
Don't you ever come back.

Motherfucker...

Stratos! Come quick, hurry!

When you need the toilet, say so.
Asshole.

Shut up now.

You make life a living hell.
Fucking faggot.

What a mess... Goddamn it.

- You old fuck.
- Makis, shut up. That's enough.

Come on, Stratos. Help me.
Grab him.

- Disgusting old man.
- Shut up Makis!

Every night the same shit!

Let's take him to bed.

- Filthy old man...
- I said stop it!

That's enough. Drop it!

You're worse than trash.

Out of my way, Katerina!

Stop pulling my hair, you old fuck.

Stratos, over there.

Come on, put your back into it.

Shit everywhere.
Motherfucker...

- Makis, shut up.
- Old fuck. Filthy faggot.

Stratos, grab him.
That's it. Come on.

Come on. Pull him up.
Damn it.

Stratos, I need a small favor before
you go to work.

- What is it, Makis?
- The old man...

He's not well.
It's a nightmare.

We're taking him to the hospital.

So?

We pulled you in last night... woke
you up now, I'm really sorry...

- No problem, what do you need?
- Could you take this money to Petropoulos?

A grand and a half.
He's expecting it today.

Vicky would drop it off tonight
but we've got the old man.

- Where do I find him?
- At his bar.

- You know it, right?
- Yeah.

- Thanks man, I appreciate it.
- All right.

- I'll tell him you're going, yeah?
- Yeah...

Hey! Where do you think you're going?

- I'm here for Petropoulos.
- Who are you?

Tell him Makis and Vicky sent me.

- Makis and Vicky sent you.
- Yeah.

Wait here.

- He looks good.
- Yeah.

Bring him in.

How long has it been?

- A lifetime, who knows...
- Fucking crazy.

Mr. Petropoulos.
This money's from Makis and Vicky.

- Makis and Vicky?
- Yeah.

- Are we good?
- Count it, Yannis.

- Fifteen hundred, right?
- Yeah, whatever. Are we good?

You're Karamanis, right?

- Right.
- Stratos Karamanis?

Yeah, Stratos Karamanis, so what?

It's a pleasure, my man.
It's good to see you.

- It's an honor.
- Thanks.

- Sit, have a drink.
- I can't stay, I'm working.

- Come on, sit.
- Another time.

You'll sit down if you know
what's good for you.

Sit down, Karamanis.
Sit down goddamn it...

It's been so long...

Let us have a look at you.

He's a real badass, huh Antonis?

Balls of steel.

- You know who this is?
- No, why would I?

You haven't heard the stories?

This is Stratos Karamanis.

- The very same.
- Yeah? So what?

He's a legend. One of the greats.

Motherfucker...

How did you gut them
like that, big guy?

How did you rip them apart?

Answer the man.

Yeah, tell us.
How did you fuck them up?

How, Karamanis? We've been dying
to know how for years.

Yeah, how. We've talked
about it for years.

How did you rip them apart like that?
Fuck them up like that? Huh?

- How?
- Come on, tell us.

How, man? How? How?

How did you fuck them up like that?
How did you rip them apart?

How did you chop them up?

How? Tell me how
or I'll fucking trash the place.

Goddamn it!

You were just a kid.

You didn't know what you were doing.

Pumped full of adrenaline.

That's how. A goddamn cyclone.
Out of control.

That's how. Like a horse.
Like a fucking horse.

You fucked them up
like a lion.

Motherfucker!
You fucked them all up.

That's how. You fucked
them up good, Karamanis.

You fucked them up.
That's how.

You ripped them to shreds, man.
Their own mothers couldn't...

...recognize them after. The cunts!
- He ripped them apart, Antonis.

They insulted your girl.
You wiped the floor with them.

You fucked them up.
I love it, man.

You fucked those pussies up.
Right, Yannis?

Respect...

They insulted your girl and
they paid the price.

Those cunts!

Karamanis cleaned up.

Nice one. Right, Stratos?

That's all in the past, Petropoulos.

Now what? What do you want from me?

You're right...

You're right, man.
What's done is done.

Fuck it. So what.

You cleaned up.
You earned your stripes.

You did your time.
You're out.

Now what, you're right.

It's great to see you.
Sorry for shouting.

I'm just happy to see you.
Sorry, Karamanis.

I want us to work together.

Come on, enough with the ovens
and the spinach pies.

Enough with the buns and shit.
You deserve better.

- This is your turf.
- You belong here.

Here, man.
Not with the average Joes.

Your roots are here.
Here, man.

Your bread and
butter's here. Yeah?

Yeah, Karamanis?

Think about it, take your time.
All right, buddy?

It's great to see you.
And sorry, Karamanis. Yeah?

[Cypriot accent]
Sorry, mate.

If you don't feel well,
you better go outside.

You don't look so good.
I mean it.

Mind your own business.
Leave me alone.

Sorry, mate.
I was just saying.

- Any trouble?
- None at all.

- All good with the stuff?
- Good, as always.

- Is the "paintbrush" in the water?
- Paintbrush in the water...

Double the money, right?

Come on now. Get out of here.
Till next time.

You call this bad luck?
Is that how I jinxed you?

Are you for real?

Not now.

- It's urgent.
- Come back later.

I said not now.

What a great show that was
with Leonidas the other day!

That was some performance.
Some show, man.

Real theater.
A fucking awesome show!

Fucking awesome, I tell you.
Awesome, man.

You blew them away!

Even our dirty cops lapped it up.
They bought it, man.

They thought you were fighting for real!

Awesome show, man.
Great stuff, Stratos. Great.

- I was the last one, right?
- Yeah, man, you were the last one.

The last one...

We're done with the performances.
We all did great.

Whether they like it or not, the
cops can't deny what they saw. Yeah?

And if they question us tomorrow
about how he broke out of jail?

"How the fuck do we know?"

"His old gang? We're at
each other's throats."

"We're fighting tooth and nail."
...You feel me?

"Leonidas? He's on his own.
Like a reed in the wind."

"We've got nothing to do with him.
He's got nothing to do with us."

And that's that. End
of discussion...

What did I say, bitch?
Stop crying. Look at me.

What did I tell you to do?
You cocked this dough right up.

- Sorry, Mr. Kostas.
- Sorry, bitch?

- Upstairs. Take these off and get out.
- No, no...

Fuck you. Hit the road.

- My kid is sick.
- Fuck your kid.

- You can't...
- I don't give a shit. Stop it.

- You're a good man.
- Like hell I am.

- You have a good heart.
- You're wasting my money.

You screwed it up
like your face.

- You're a good man.
You have a good heart.

- Get out. Out, bitch.
- No, don't fire me.

- You're a good man.
- No I'm not, all right?

Get out.
I'm asking you nicely.

- I'll make it right, Mr. Kostas.
- Get out.

- To hell with you, whore.
- No.

I told you once, I told you twice...
Stay still.

Take this off
and fuck off.

- No.
- Fuck off home.

- Come on, get out. This way.
- No.

Move it. To hell with you.
I put up with you long enough.

Idiot. Go to hell.
Get the hell out of here.

Back to work, assholes!

To hell with all of you.

Listen Makis... They fired
this woman at work.

They'll need someone soon.
Should I tell them something?

- Like what?
- About Vicky getting the job.

Vicky? A factory girl?
What the fuck, Stratos?

You piss me off, sometimes.
You really do.

- Why, man?
- Vicky working at a factory?

On the night shift? With all them
niggers and shit in there?

And for what? For petty cash?
Like your shitty salary?

Stratos, listen to me, man.
Listen up.

- You listening?
- Spit it out.

The real money's in turning tricks.
No joke.

She started slow. But she's
making serious dough now. Loads.

Okay, man. Whatever you say.
You know best.

Yeah, man, I do know best.

I know how much debt we're in.

How much we owe those bastards
my idiot sister borrowed money from.

We lost the shop and...

...we're barely hanging on
to the house.

So don't talk to me
about a daily wage.

That's why I'm telling you, Stratos.
Hear me out.

Every client she fucks, is
a weight off our shoulders.

Bit by bit, we'll pay Petropoulos off.

There's even money left over
for us to live like human beings.

With dignity.

Get this.

While we're out here talking,
you know who's in there fucking?

Huh? Can you guess who's in
there fucking right now?

The son of Petropoulos.

That's right. We take it from the son
and we give it to the father.

Not bad, right?

Now that's what I'm
talking about, man.

What is this?

Are you giving me attitude?
Is that it?

Why do you say that, Maria?

- What's that look?
- What?

Man, you know what
that look is saying?

Are you for real?

What, you think I'm some
helpless woman? It's me, man.

Thank your lucky stars I came
out here in the dead of night.

To save the situation before
everything goes to shit.

You're really pissing me off now.
All those years in jail together

and you didn't bond with him at all?

He saved your life.
You owe him your life.

These things bind you to Leonidas.

You care about him.

That's why I came.
Because I thought you'd listen.

With an open mind, not...
Not this stupid mood you're in.

And that "whatever" look of yours.

Get on with it, Maria.

Who do we think we are, Stratos?
Breaking into a high-security prison?

Hot shots, thinking no one will
notice when we dig a hole.

Pull Leonidas out of there,
bring him home.

All good. And we all hug and
disappear into the sunset.

I'm gonna puke.
How stupid are we?

Did you ever stop and think
what we're about to do?

What are we about to do, man?
What are we about to do?

Think of what we're about to do.

If you think this through,
you won't just take a step back.

You'll turn and run.

You'll say, thank you Maria for
coming here and opening my eyes.

What are we about to do, Stratos?
What are we about to do?

Think straight.
Please.

I don't know...

All I know is that I listen
to my gut, Stratos.

It's never let me down. Especially
when it comes to Leonidas.

I've grown up with him.
I know him well.

I don't need to look him
in the eye. I know him.

I have this feeling. Now we're so close
to the end, Leonidas is gonna...

No. We can't. We can't fuck him over.
What are we saying?

Fuck the hole, fuck Yorgos.
Fuck everyone and everything.

This is my husband we're talking about.

Fuck everything.
Everything.

Stratos, I have a question.
Do you mind?

Whatever you want, Makis.
Ask me.

I've given this some thought.
I hear what everyone's saying.

And I can't figure it out.
I must be missing something.

- Help me to understand.
- What is it?

You killed those guys back when...
Served your time in prison. Years.

Now you're out. All done and good.
You've been around the block.

Why don't you go work for
Petropoulos? He likes you.

Why work at that bakery?
Like some stiff? Some prole?

What's that about?
I can't understand it.

Did he put you up to this?

What? Shame on you for
even thinking of that.

You act like you met me yesterday.
Wake up, man. Wake up.

Petropoulos wants to work with you.
You got it made, man.

Don't be a fool.

Snap to attention and go to him.

Petropoulos has power, man.
He rules the area.

We're talking power. And money.
And you brush him off like that?

You can't be serious.

Why are you turning your back on them?

Don't look at me like a moron.
Say something. Answer me.

What's the matter with you, man?
What's your beef?

The man's offering you work.
Did he do something to you?

You have a problem with the guy?
Tell me, so I know.

You're hiding something from me, man.
You're hiding something.

Tell me what you're hiding, man.
Tell me.

How's it going, Johnny?

I'm freezing my ass off.

What's up, man? Welcome.
Take a look at this.

Technology, man.
A live link to in there.

I can watch over those assholes.
I'm stuck dealing with assholes, man.

In there, man.
That's where they are.

What do you think?

They're only using pick-axes in
there, Stratos. Nothing else.

No more blasts and dynamite.
None of that shit.

We're too close now,
I can't risk being noisy.

All good with the insiders?
With the chief warden?

Yeah, man, it's all fine.

All good.

Yorgos, you'll let me know right?

When the time comes to bust in.
You'll let me know.

I want to be there.
Okay, man?

Sure thing, man. If you want to
be there, you'll be there!

Right there, when we bust through!

When we break through the floor of
that shithole and charge in together.

All together, man. That's
not a night to be missed.

It's not to be missed,
Stratos, my man.

It's not to be missed.
No way, buddy.

Hey, man.

Katerina! Come here.

Come on.

Come on, quick, come here.

Why aren't you in school?

I can't go home before 2 p.m.
I'm not allowed.

Okay, sweetheart.
But what about school?

We had festivities.
We finished early.

Everyone went home.

Where's uncle Makis?

He's at physio.
He's picking me up at lunchtime.

Hop in.

What am I supposed to do now, man?
Tell me, what? What do I do?

If we had enough dough he'd be
out in a flash. It'd be done.

But we don't have the cash, man.

There's no money, man.
There's no money.

Poor Leonidas...

Damn it, Leonidas.

I'd do anything.
Fuck. I'd do anything.

Turn the whole world upside down...
I would...

Either we find the cash
and get him out quick...

...or they kill him.
They kill him, man.

That's the deal, isn't it, Stratos?
It's a done deal, man. A done deal.

Damn it, Leonidas...

You're an asshole, Leonidas.

Always the same shit, damn it.
Since we were kids, same shit...

Always the same shit...

We'll just keep going as we are.
Slow and steady.

Twenty more days for the
tunnel to finish, God willing.

And if we're lucky, we'll find him alive.
If we're lucky...

Why the fuck did he do that, man?
Why? The shithead...

Leonidas, he picked a
fight with "Crocodile".

The Crocodile, man. Unbelievable.
The Crocodile.

No one fucks with the Crocodile.
Not even cops, man.

And we pay them off for the
tunnel, not for protection.

Damn it, Leonidas...

He messed him up real bad, man.

He messed the Crocodile up.
He disfigured him.

Who's going to save Leonidas now?
What the fuck, man...

Maria's going out of her mind, man.

Leonidas and his tough-man bullshit.
Out of nowhere. Last minute...

Half the prison wants him dead, man.
They'll make mincemeat out of him...

Damn you, Leonidas...

- What's up, Johnny?
- Nothing much, man.

Working out. Keeping myself fit, man.

Trying to get rid of the fat.
Stuck in here so long...

I just work out and wait.

- How are things at the tunnel?
- It's going great.

Yorgos is working their asses off.

He's got them working like ants, man.
Back and forth. Digging day and night.

Hardcore digging, man.

And Leonidas?

What about Leonidas, man?

What about him?
Are you kidding me?

A grown man. What can I say?
Behaving like a child.

What the fuck was he thinking?
So close to the breakout.

Why fuck it up like that?

Tell me, Stratos.
What are we, man?

Suckers, waiting around.
Digging ourselves to death up there.

Are we stupid?

Don't fucking ask me about Leonidas.
There's nothing to say.

Tuesday we go in.

Right?

We don't just "go in".
We go in balls deep.

On Tuesday, we go in balls deep.
You hear me?

We don't just simply "go in"...

And why shouldn't we?
We're ready.

One more push and we're in.

And you know what else?

Even if everything goes wrong,
even if there's a fuck up.

Even if the shit hits the fan.

If all hell breaks loose.

We will fuck that place up, man.
Nothing can stop us.

There will be blood, man.
There will be blood.

It's gonna be the
bloody fucking Tuesday!

The bloody fucking Tuesday!

The prison basement is gonna
flood with cop brains, man.

I'm gonna splatter those
cop brains myself.

We're not just "going in"...

Where's the "piece"?

Be careful, yeah?

Bon appetit.

Do you remember who I am?

Take a good look at me.

Look at me, Stratos.

Take a good look.

I'm looking at you, but I don't...

Take a long hard look.

- I don't remember you.
- Stop messing about.

Who are you? I don't remember you.

It's me, Jenny. Jenny Grigoriou.

You can't have forgotten me.

I left for the States, came back.
I know it's been a few years.

I haven't changed that much...

Jenny Grigoriou.
Top of the class.

You're bullshitting me, right?
Are you messing with me, Stratos?

Sorry doll, I just... don't.

All right. So you don't remember me.

Fuck Jenny Grigoriou.
Let me reintroduce myself.

Jenny Petropoulos.

Wife of Antonis Petropoulos.

Listen up, Karamanis.

Put your fork down
and listen to me good.

Stop playing hard to get
and come work for us.

Because if one day they find
your body in a ditch...

...I will have forgotten
your name too.

Are we clear, love?

Good.

Despina! Come here a sec.

Whatever this gentleman
orders, it's on the house.

- Of course, Miss Jenny.
- It's on the house.

- I'm off.
- Hang on.

Sit. We need to talk.

- What is it?
- You're "off'?

- Off where?
- What's wrong?

You're playing the fool?

What's wrong with you, Painter?
What happened?

- Haven't you heard anything?
- What are you talking about?

- You don't know?
- Spit it out, Painter. What happened?

- It's Leonidas.
- Yeah?

They hanged him in his cell.
This morning at dawn.

They hanged him,
then set him on fire.

Leonidas is dead. His punk ass brother
and bitch wife did him in.

- What?
- You heard me.

Yorgos. Little Yorgos.
Your buddy.

That bastard and Maria
had him killed.

- That's bullshit.
- I'm bullshitting you?

- Painter, stop bullshitting.
- It was those two, I tell you.

Those two.
It was those two.

- Stop messing with my head.
- Listen to me.

It was those two.

Don't believe me? Call them.

Have you guys spoken today?

Where's Yorgos?
Where the hell's Maria?

Why didn't they call you? It's been
twenty hours. Everyone knows.

Why the fuck didn't they call?
Are their phones dead?

Those two lovebirds are flying off
right now, with your money.

Made off with a million and a half.

The tunnel was a fairytale.

How long have they been
fleecing you, man?

How long?

Not only did they snatch
the money and run.

Not only did they humiliate the man,
make him a cuckold.

They went and killed him too.
And like that. The cunts.

It's a disgrace, man.
A fucking disgrace.

You should have known better.

Something wrong, Miss?

Are you a friend or a relative?

- Does it matter?
- It matters. Friend or relative?

Let's say a friend.
A good friend.

Shit is more appropriate
for your friend's grave.

Shit. You hear me?
Shit. Not flowers.

What were you thinking. Flowers?
You should've brought shit.

You bring shit to a killer's grave.

Flowers? For my
child's murderer?

Understood? Shit!

Empty out the whole sewer
and flood this place in shit.

Drown him in shit.

Your friend would have loved that.
Shit down to the bone.

To choke the maggots.

Swimming in shit
forever and ever.

You brought flowers to rest his soul?

Shit. Bring shit to that
foul piece of shit.

Your friend was a shit.
You know that?

You brought the shit flowers?
Get lost.

Go where? What are you talking about?

Just for the weekend.
No big deal.

Off Saturday morning,
back Sunday lunchtime.

You'll see my mansion. A palace.
Right by the sea.

Right on the waves.

A chance to see
the sea.

Smell of the sea. Wind on your face.
Some color in your cheeks.

I need the company.
Come with me.

What do you say?
Come on, say yes.

Change your plans and come.

Saturday morning at my place.
Nine o'clock, yeah?

And how do I know where
your house is, Petropoulos?

I'll tell you where my house is.

As long as you say yes.

Pour out into a small pan
or pyrex dish...

and then sprinkle with cheese
and bake in the oven

for a different kind of casserole.

Of course, you can
add various vegetables.

And there you have it,
an excellent dish.

Beautifully baked.

You can always use the left-over
roast chicken

- in a chicken pie.
- Or in a pasta dish.

Yes, but a chicken pie
with a nice bechamel...

That's it. Like that.
Yeah, bitch.

I'll fuck you. Whore.
Like that.

You like that? Look at me.
Watch me fuck you, bitch.

Scream, bitch. You'll enjoy it more.
Feel the pain, whore.

- Who am I? Say it.
- You're my fucker.

Damn right, you whore.
And you're my shameless slut.

I'll fuck you whenever I want, bitch.

I'll fuck you, whore.
You like that?

Slut. You like how
I fuck you?

Look at me.
Watch me fuck you.

That's it. Here it comes.
Take it, whore. Like that.

What do I know, man?
What can I say?

We talked it through with Vicky.
Thought it all out. She insisted too.

And we took the decision.

He'll wipe half the debt.
Do you know what that means?

I don't know, man.

I mean, it's not easy.
I know that.

But then some things
are just in our heads.

Hang-ups, you know?

In some countries it's normal.

No big deal. I don't know.

In some countries it's
not even an issue.

The man just wants a fuck...

...and he'll wipe
15,000 euros for it.

Half our debt gone for a fuck.

Listen to this, Stratos.

He offered 2,000. And that
bitch Vicky took him up to 15,000.

The guy must be
crazy for her.

Talk about a repressed urge...

Fucking hell, man.

Whatever floats his boat.

Petropoulos took a shine to the girl.

He's itching to fuck
the little girl.

What can you say?

But, okay.

If he's paying so well... why not?

And little Katerina?
She's a woman already.

Big deal, for fuck's sake.

It's just a fuck, yeah?

Let's not blow things
out of proportion.

Anyway, on issues like this,
what the mother says goes.

Say I'm talking bullshit, whatever.

What the mother says goes.

She's in charge.

And Vicky didn't bat an eyelid, man.
Didn't even blink.

And she's right.

She's right, if you ask me.

And when are you thinking of...

Sunday night.

He booked us a hotel room
to hang out.

And he'll come by the house.

Stay a couple of hours.
I don't know.

He has his way,
that's what he said.

Says he knows
how to handle it.

Anyway, our girl's
not too bright.

They'll figure it out.

Whatever...

What did you do, asshole?

Why do they want you dead?

I scammed some money.
What do you think?

Who from, pretty boy?

Some sucker.

A client?

In a way, yeah.

What does that mean?

It's my brother, asshole.

What do you care?
I don't have to answer to you.

My family affairs are private.
Get out.

Get the fuck out.

What's the matter with you?
Get out.

Get out, come on.

You haven't heard the proverb?

You haven't heard it?

Well let me tell you.

Big fish eat little fish.
That's the way it is.

Now get out.
Fuck off.

As you were. Turn around
and get the fuck out, now.

Get out, you fucktard. Out.

Get out, for fuck's sake.

Get out!

You don't have the balls to shoot.

You don't have the balls,
don't bust mine.

Get out, asshole.
You don't have the balls.

You don't have the balls
to do it.

Are you crazy, asshole?!

What did you do?!

You're crazy!
I will fuck you up!

I will fuck you up, you hear me?!
I will fuck you up, asshole!

The violas and violets are sighing

The jasmine bush crumbles to dust

My hopes are all withered and dying

In the black wilderness of my heart

Who is it?

It's Stratos, Vicky. Open up.

I came into some money, Vicky.

A nice pile of money.
Out of the blue.

I want us to go out for
some food and drink.

Celebrate with my friends.
With you guys.

What do you say?

Let's go eat some mutton.

Mutton? What?
Where did that come from?

Mutton. In Livadia.
Up in the mountains.

Where? Livadia?
Are you nuts?

We can eat meat
round the corner.

Why go all that way?

Why not? It's just two hours away.
I'll drive. My treat.

We'll go eat
the best meat.

The very best.

Come on.
We'll make a trip of it.

Get you out of here
for a bit.

OK, Stratos. Say we go.
Where do I leave the girl?

Do I drag her along?

I won't enjoy it.
She busts my balls.

She'll ruin it. I can't.
Some other time.

- I can't.
- Leave her with your mother-in-law.

No way, Stratos. I don't
want to owe the old hag.

- Forget it.
- Owe her what, Vicky?

We'll leave the girl with her just
for a few hours. Big deal...

Come on, you're my friends.
I want to go celebrate.

OK, Stratos, we'll go.

I'll leave her all night
at her Grandma's.

If we're going, we may
as well enjoy it.

All night with the hag.
See how she likes it.

That's it. Pick her up tomorrow.

Tomorrow for sure.
She has a big day tomorrow...

I'll pick her up early tomorrow.
OK, great.

OK, I'll be back
in two hours.

Eleven, we leave.
I'll honk. Be ready.

- You tell Makis.
- Sure.

- You sort Makis.
- Makis will do as I say.

- OK.
- Go now.

Hey, Stratos.
Glad you came.

- Leave your car here. We'll take mine.
- Okay.

That bitch takes ages to get ready.
She busts my balls.

- Find the house OK?
- Easy, yeah.

You were wasted but you still
got the directions. Impressive.

- Yeah. I can hold...
...hold your drink.

I'm glad you came. Imagine,
just my son and missus.

They'd bust my balls.
So I'm glad you're here.

It's good you forgot Jenny.
The ball-breaker.

The bitch takes ages.
See what I put up with?

We'll have a good time.
We'll go out tonight too.

- You ready?
- What's up, guys?

- What's up, Stratos? All good?
- Let's go.

Come on, Panayiotis.
Let's go.

I work here, cook there.
Look after everyone.

At this house, the other house.
I never get any rest.

Anyway. What can you do.
Let's go.

Just a sec.
I forgot my things.

Come on, now I have to cater to
that prick too?

Really? I give up.

It's just not fair.

PAINTER

- Is tomorrow still on?
- Yeah, sure. Nothing's changed.

- All good. It's booked.
- Vicky's going through with it?

Vicky? Yeah, man.
She's solid.

Doesn't feel a thing.
She's tough as nails.

- We're off.
- Nice chat with the old hag?

- What could I do?
- Let's go.

I found it. Only I know
where it is.

Let's go.

Let's go see it.

What's that look, Vicky?
What's the matter?

We're talking gold.

Gold, man.

Cat got your tongue?
What's wrong?

We're talking gold, sweetheart.

Gold.

And why tell us, Stratos?

Why us?

Because I need your help, Vicky.

Because I can't do it alone.

I don't want to do it with
the assholes I hang out with.

I know you, you know me.
I trust you, you trust me.

You know my past.
Everything I've done.

And I know your troubles.

- We're neighbours.
- We're friends.

We'll stash it there.
We'll look out for each other.

What do you mean, why you?
We're like family.

We're friends.
We're tight.

- Let's take a walk. You up for it?
- Yeah, let's go.

- Vicky?
- Come on Vicky, let's go.

OK, let's go.

Get in.

What is this?

What is this place, Stratos?

Come on, keep going.
A little further on.

Let's go.

Right, turn right.

Light, Stratos...

Director
Yannis Economides

Screenplay
Yannis Economides, Thanos Xiros,

Vangelis Mourikis,
Christos V. Konstantakopoulos, Harry Lagoussis

Producers
Christos V. Konstantakopoulos,

Panos Papahadzis,
Michael Weber

Executive Producer
Marina Konstantakopoulou

Co-Producers
Viola Fugen, Irini Souganidou

Director of Photography
Dimitris Katsaitis

Editor
Yannis Chalkiadakis

Art Department - Costume
loulia Stavridou

Make-Up
Yannis Pamoukis

Sound
Dinos Kittou, William Franck

Sounddesign - Sound Mix
Kostas Fylaktidis

Music
Babis Papadopoulos

Vangelis Mourikis

Petros Zervos,
Vicky Papadopoulou, Yannis Tsortekis

Yorgos Yannopoulos,
Yannis Anastasakis, Polina Dellatola

Yannis Voulgarakis,
Sonja Theodoridou, Alekos Pangalos

Maria Kallimani,
Popi Tsapanidou, Stathis Stamoulakatos

Yorgos Biniaris,
Omiros Poulakis, Dimitris Dimitriou

Maya Konsta,
Panos Gousis

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