Original subtitles

4 Black Suits

There... Do you see that scum talking to the jockey?

They're fixing the race for next week.

Aldebaran will win, as the mule he is...

because you can't call him a horse anymore.

Bet a lot, win even more.

This goes round once in a lifetime!

Don't do this to me, you know I'm broke.

I owe money to every man wearing black.

I need to cut a good deal, buy race horses...

and leave the cemeteries once and for all. That's my dream!

Pay attention...

With the money from the fixed race you could buy horses.

We're talking about a whole stud farm.

You'll be the new Buffalo Bill!

If you listen to me, you can find the money to bet.

Immensely rich emigrant from Costa Rica...

I have friends there and they've sent me everything...

...with a dying wish...

Anyway, the point is that it pays well.

''In agreement with my client, I authorize the following:..''

''The undersigned and my client, of sound mind...''

''...turned over to me the ownership contracts...''

''...of his estates in Costa Rica.''

COSTA RICA PRISON

''Since there are no legal beneficiaries, he states...''

''...that his fortune will go to whoever realizes...''

''...his dying wish.''

''My client wishes to be buried in the cemetery...''

''...of village Lefktra of Bœotia...''

''...and that his body is to be carried by the bearers...''

''...from its place of arrival...''

''...which will be the port...''

''...to the cemetery of village Lefktra...''

''...on foot.''

He means walking...

Lefktra is here! I had covered it with my hand!

Listen to this...

From Piraeus to here will not be a piece of cake.

-It's hard work. -Four to five hours.

Eight the most!

How much will the carriers get? It's the middle of summer.

-The carriers will get 3.000. -Good.

-You're getting 10.000. -Better.

I won't say a word...

Wanting to be walked in your coffin from Piraeus to Bœotia...

What can one say?

He was an emigrant. A pervert...

-Communists live there... -Right... Castro!

Messiah... Funeral homes...

How are we doing? Not well, right?

Thank God, we're doing better today.

Here's my card. You can't rely on the state, ma'm.

If you are to go, you'll go.

I brought a few cards... They're new.

The phone-number is different. It's not the one you have.

Hand them out.

I saw many here who'll be splitting in the following days.

I don't want the big funeral offices to outsmart us.

They've got it in for us, the Don Quixotes of coffins...

who have a vision and a style.

Makis, quit the bullshit with me. I'm serious with this.

I'm serious too...

but I want to upturn financially and psychologically...

Think I'll only buy you coffees?

Know where I'm taking you next Saturday?

-Where? -To the clarinets.

-To the clarinets? -To the clarinets.

-Makis, you shake my world. -It's easy.

-You take me places! -Of course, baby.

You're here again?

We can't have crows in the hospital.

I'm not a crow, doctor.

I do public relations in a social services office.

-But you know what? -Not so loud...

Your problem is that I am the best dressed in here.

Who is it?

Messiah, may he rest in peace.

1st Black Suit

No more life with peanuts. I'll make a Midas out of you!

You'll touch dung and it'll turn into gold!

Our condolences, we're on it.

Alas, poor Yorick!

You led a happy life.

You hath bore me on your back a thousand times, Yorick.

And now I hold in my hands this empty skull.

Where are you?

Yes... It is you, Yorick!

Kyriakos! Kyriakos!

They left.

-All of them. -How can it be?

Can't you go on television? We must advertise this play!

I'll never betray my art. I'll never be on television.

You're a screwball!

You better pay us or this show is over.

Our money!

When will we get our money?

Stop it. We'll talk about this at home.

Mr. Grave Digger...

go ask the ladies to come back.

They paid and they are obliged to watch the play.

Farewell, Yorick... Even though we never met in life.

And you will never meet. They're leaving today.

-Where are they going? -For pulverization.

-They'll turn into dust. -Dust?

That's the fate of the poor and inglorious, my artist.

I agree with the inglorious part, as for poor, I'm not.

I'm only here temporarily. I'm done with cemeteries.

Many years ago I was planning to stage a play by Fassbinder...

I came to study for my part...

and since then I got stuck here and the years passed. Understand?

We're all here temporarily.

Don't get it too seriously, it's not worth it.

Put it in here.

I'm temporarily temporary, not temporary temporary.

-That's a lot of miles. -It's a sure thing.

-Something's fishy about this. -The name Makis is a guaranty!

Everyone knows you. Makis with the chicks...

Makis with the gambling...

That's only words.

You're a pervert. You go from one perversion to the next.

-We're talking about a sure thing. -That's what you said last time.

-What did I say? -The same.

Give me a minute.

Baby, I'll call you later. I'm in a meeting.

Thank you.

What about the rest?

The rest...

Forgive me...

See how strong the teeth of the elders were?

Excuse me... I know this is a sacred place, but...

The banks are looking for me. They are penny pinchers!

I took a loan for the play I wanted to stage...

and I owe money to Social Security, to the actors...

I need a lot of money.

I don't want to smear my name in the business...

but I would like to make something extra, so if you hear anything...

just know that I am available.

It's urgent... Sacredly urgent...

-Do you know Makis the Messiah? -I do...

He's up to something special. He's looking for volunteers.

Listen to me... I am a serious artist...

and I have no business with horse faces.

2nd Black Suit

As you can understand...

I am obliged to watch the walking coffin...

to take some pictures...

documents...

to prove that the deceased's wish was executed.

We don't want the guys from Costa Rica to think...

that we're cons.

You'll show up at the Police Station every day.

And don't forget that you're on probation.

If you slip, we'll throw you back in.

Are we clear?

Spaciousness...

This way, guys!

Messiah has the lifers.

I know who you are! I'll find you!

But it's not your fault...

It is your fault...

You don't give a shit about this business!

Excuse me?

Leave me somewhere close to Athens.

Pal...

I consider it bad luck to ride with the living.

It's a family heirloom...

It's a nice car but it gives me a hard time.

Perverts!

Pal, I'm done with this.

I'll buy race horses...

I'll get in the race some day. I won't sell it...

I'm emotionally attached to this car.

-Why were you in? -Armed robbery.

-Did you do it for long? -Just once.

So it was a hobby.

Right... I was experimenting.

And?

What? Seven years.

-Are you serious? -I was lucky, I had no file.

If I had one, I would get over 15 years.

-Did you do it alone? -No.

How many years are the others doing?

None.

There were shots and I'm the only one alive.

-And now? -I'm starting all over again.

I'll take any shitty job that comes my way.

Do you look good in black?

3rd Black Suit

I want the money you owe me back.

And don't start about your schemes with me.

You don't have any more time. Don't you get it?

Check out the fleet, Makis.

Have you seen a better fleet?

This is my queen.

Do you see dust anywhere? There's no dust.

I respect the people I burry.

The only way to pay me back is with your father's hearse!

Got it, Makis?

Damn that coffin!

Hello.

-You have my condolences. -Thank you.

May you live long and remember him.

Thank you very much. All the best to you too.

God speed you!

-We are all human. -That's right.

-We're nothing in this vain world. -Unfortunately...

Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.

Be well and remember him.

-My condolences. -Thank you.

Partner...

Babis is tottering.

And he hasn't worked for a couple of months.

It's not my place to say, I'm here only temporarily...

but I hear that no one is giving him a job again.

4th Black Suit

Forgive me.

You killed the man!

Lastly...

you either bet on the fixed race and win a fortune...

or you spend the rest of your life under a coffin.

I can't.

How will I convince them to wear black...

and walk all those miles in the heat?

You need someone ignorant, desperate or a sucker.

I'd prefer it if we had all three, dear.

Gentlemen, allow me to confide in you something very personal.

Today is a historic day for the Messiah Funeral Home.

We're shutting down, gentlemen.

After 60 years in this business, we're shutting down.

We're shutting down this fuckin' office that my father left me...

and his father left him and so on...

But we're doing it for one reason. Because Makis the Messiah...

was born for other things.

Not to carry a coffin...

but to ride horses.

But...

Because in the cemeteries I've heard a lot about Makis...

I'll leave this business with a splash.

We're getting in the Guinness World Records...

for the longest walk carrying a coffin.

I have invited television stations.

When we pick up the deceased, it's going to be a blast.

Do we know his name?

The less we know about the one we're carrying...

the lighter he is.

Mister Messiah...

will the money be enough for the stench we're going to suffer?

They have stuffed him with freon and formalin and in the fridge.

He won't be smelling for a couple of days. I want a high spirit!

We're getting in the Guinness World Records!

We're breaking the record for walking with a coffin!

100 television stations are coming and you're nagging?

An amazing day awaits us.

Are you drunk in the break of dawn? Want me to flip out?

Makis... I didn't...

Smell him.

Smell him I say!

Come.

He must have been through a lot.

Mister Messiah, allow me to ask...

Are we getting our money, knock on wood?

Don't knock on wood! That's why business is going downhill.

It's unprofessional! It's a perversion, my fuckin' coffin!

Where is the press, my fuckin' coffin!

I called many journalists. Rats! Traitors!

Their loss.

Big deal!

I booked sponsors. I sold the place for TV spots.

I'd be exposed. I would be ridiculed!

-What a beautiful morning! -Stop it with the perversions!

No relative is waiting for him?

No one was waiting for him.

I'll come and check on you.

I'll take some pictures on my cell phone...

to send to the attorneys in Costa Rica...

so they'll open the will with them as evidence.

Let's open the coffin to see if we have the right body.

We have discussed about this with Makis.

You know... I don't want to wear out my co-workers.

Whoever works with Makis never breaks a sweat.

I have to go by the office. I'll meet you in Syntagma Square.

He comes with coins.

For the boatman at Acherontas.

Prepared.

He rules, right?

This suit shouldn't be wasted.

Spanish pre-war coins. Wasted!

He's ready for a party, not for the grave.

His tie perfect, his hair black. They forgot to dye the moustache.

If you have hair, you dye it.

If you have to dye it, you're better off without.

You black-haired!

You'll pay me on my way back from Larisa.

Alright... Thank you.

I'll call you. Go!

Be well. Bye!

Gentlemen, we're living great moments.

Spaciousness, Mister Messiah!

Grandeur!

A sacrifice for art!

Your father would be very proud of you today.

You looked good in black.

He'd wear you black since you were a boy, to get used to it.

Your father was a great businessman.

He had a vision for this business of undertaking.

If you didn't spend the business in gambling and women...

you'd rule now.

The ever memorable died hurt.

You're a philosopher, Mr. Babis. You're wasted under a coffin.

While you are at the right place.

I am an artist. I'm here temporarily.

I'm studying for a part.

We have all said that.

You can't insult me, Mr. Babis.

I don't take insults from undertakers!

I'll put the corpse down and leave!

-Leave! -Spaciousness, dudes.

Why do they release such perverts...

One more.

Come a bit closer.

That's it.

I'll send the pictures...

so they won't think that we're cons...

and we'll get the procedure started to get our money.

Dude, let's talk about this.

There are some things you should make clear for us.

What if something goes wrong with your friends in Costa Rica?

When will we get our money?

You must give us a down payment. We've come all this way.

We've talked about it with Makis.

Take care.

Guys, I believe...

that we'll get our money. And you mustn't be upset.

Please... When will we get our money?

He should give us our fee now and forget about the rest.

Before we get rid of him...

let's take a picture with him to remember him by.

I'm full with glory, it's my money that I want.

This is the first time I carry a man with freshly dyed hair.

Think they'll get discoloured with the heat, Mr. Makis?

First comes the soul and then its quirks.

Once black-haired, always black-haired.

People don't change.

As an artist, I'd never ridicule myself by dying my hair.

You're jealous because you have nothing to dye.

You think I can't tattoo hair? I'm an artist.

-I'll buy the coffees. -No, I'll buy the coffees.

No, you are an artist. I'll buy the coffees.

No, I'll buy the coffees. I am very obliged to you.

You might be who you are, but the coffees are from me.

-Okay... -Good. Pay.

-How much are the coffees? -12 euros.

Piss behind the bus stop and let's get going!

Messiah. 7777777.

You should have brought cards with you.

I advertise myself through the internet.

I'll go send these quickly...

although something not so good came up...

something about legal validity. Anyway...

They are not only communists, but forgers too.

They've sent me some top secret fax. I have to study it...

so we can close this deal and get our money.

What are you trying to say about forgeries and shit?

Wasn't this deal clear until now?

You got the money and you're acting all crazy now?

Watch what you say because I have a lot on you.

You are out on probation...

and the first slip up will send you right back in.

Not a word!

Let's go, guys.

Mister Messiah!

Where are we going from here? We'll be eaten by wolves.

Follow your leader Messiah.

We're going straight ahead. Messiah knows!

And for the ones who don't get it...

only suckers carry a load.

The family hearse.

The first your father bought thirty years ago.

You back-stabber, you ridiculed me!

You old wreck, I'll turn you into tin.

So many memories.

So many happy moments.

Boss, you've screwed this up.

And don't think that we're paying for this.

Take your measures.

Get my drift?

Get it started, Mister Messiah. Won't we get a ride?

We're dying here.

Show some respect to the dead, you rascals.

Let's walk him a bit. We're all friends here.

This was not the deal, boss.

We're not working overtime.

What's right, is right.

Let's take him to the asphalt and I'll get a car.

They'll never find us here.

We'll get sunstroke, Mister Messiah.

-My brain is boiling! -Put it under the coffin.

What are you telling me, you fraud?

You're telling me now?

What's this?

What fake wills? Where did the money go?

You know where we are?

I have to pay these people! You're making me look like a fool!

Get the money!

When did they open the will and it was proven fake?

I'll kill you! You want to bet on that fixed race solo!

You don't want to cut me a share! You horse face!

I'll find you! I'll kill you!

Makis, dear, don't knock on wood. It's bad luck.

Black haired had it in for us. There is no money.

The will is fake.

Fake!

I'm ridiculed.

I'll be a joke around cemeteries.

The end.

I've been ridiculed!

I'll go on. You can leave if you want.

I'll take him.

I was ridiculed!

We'll go on. We are not suckers.

Not us and not our black haired friend.

That barrister has put that money in his pocket...

and now he plays it all innocent.

If he doesn't pay us, we won't return the dead.

Let him lose us for a night, he'll go nuts.

Let's show him who we really are. He'll be in shock.

And then we call the barrister, we give him the dead...

he gives us the money and that's that.

-I'm with you, Kosmas. -Wait a minute here.

There's a chain of command here.

Makis the Messiah is the leader here.

I started this mission, so I decide.

Give us the money then...

or you'll get trouble. Get it?

He's right, I want my money. This is not possible.

I vote for the kidnapping. Get it?

I'd be better off with a group of crooks than I am with you.

Back-stabbers!

We'll kidnap him then.

And you know why?

Because I say so. Your leader.

Makis the Messiah!

Listen to me well because my battery is running low.

Do your thing with your friends in Costa Rica...

because we're running out of patience.

Get my drift?

We're abducting him, you scum!

Perverts!

Fuck!

Perverts!

I don't know why black haired is doing this to us.

But to be honest, I dig this.

Why on foot? Is this a solemn promise?

Yes, father. What's your problem?

Stop it, you fool!

-I want to light a candle to... -We can't afford candles.

Of course we can. Why not?

Feel like spending money? Why?

What has the church ever offered to theatre?

That's what artists who are communists say.

But put it well in your head, communism is not coming to Greece.

Stop shouting. What you need is Stalin.

Bird from faraway...

Emigrant bird...

I'll sell all my birds at the fair.

Watch it, you might sell your own birdie, father.

But afterwards, you're on your own.

Father, who is the saint honoured in the fair?

-Speak Greek. -You ignorant!

Saint Therapon the Miraculous, protector of actors.

-That's a sign! -What sign?

You'll never get it. To be or not to be?

Lost bird...

Where will I see you...

We have to call someone responsible to take charge.

This can't go on anymore.

We are the ones responsible.

Is it my fault if I send him straight to Costa Rica?

What if they charge us with kidnapping?

-If they send the police after us? -I'll take full responsibility.

If something goes wrong, I'll take the fall.

No one can make suckers out of us, especially not barristers.

Okay, guys... This is not a big deal. So what?

Let's go to the fair and have a good time.

We'll sleep, wake up with a clear head and we'll see.

What if I had a performance tomorrow?

There's no chance you'd have one.

It's just an assumption. I'm an actor, not an undertaker.

The greatest spectacle of all times!

The transformation of a woman into a ferocious gorilla!

Before your eyes, an innocent girl...

will turn into a bloodthirsty beast!

Only for those with nerves of steel!

The next show is in ten minutes.

Excuse me, it's not my place to say...

but you are young...

why do you spend your money in such nonsense?

What's up, man? What's the problem?

You could watch a play instead that would educate you a bit.

A play by Shakespeare. Hamlet, for instance.

Get off our case, boldy!

Is that what they teach you in the army?

That's why the Turks trash us.

How much is the ticket, please?

Are these your prices?

What do you think you are staging?

I play Hamlet and my ticket is not that expensive.

You have ruined our culture, sir.

-Hamlet? By Shakespeare? -No, by Repas-Papathanasiou.

Leave me your number, I might need you.

I don't play in fairs, sir.

-Fairs are lucky then. -I refuse to answer to you, sir.

When my act comes, call me from the speaker.

-Miss Ritsa? -Apostolis?

Kyriakos. The caratterista.

Too much candy.

It's bad for your stomach.

You didn't expect us to meet again. Right?

I was sure we would. This is fate, boy.

It seems that not many things have changed.

Back then you held toy guns...

and now you're holding candy.

You're still not a serious con, are you?

I have a confession to make.

It's personal.

And forgive me for the abduction, but...

You understand.

But what I'm going to tell you...

I want it to stay between us.

No one will hire me at the cemetery no more.

I'm finished.

It took me years to hold a gun again.

There's a signal out for the arrest of some nutcases...

who abducted a dead who came from Costa Rica.

The world of crime is not the same anymore.

And you don't look good in that black suit.

What are you going to do with the dead guy?

I'm not going to get in the trouble of arresting you again.

I saw you on TV playing a police officer as an extra.

It was so funny!

They called me to do a dramatic part...

but in the end they didn't even give me one line.

I wasn't good with public relations.

Since then I never played on TV to punish them.

Even talented ones didn't go anywhere.

Also the fact that you lost your hair didn't help.

My hair wave in other times.

But I remember in Florina...

that wonderful musical we had staged...

''Prime minister, take off your panties''.

You, miss Ritsa, were amazing.

I got an applaud the moment I walked on the stage.

If you didn't wear that bikini things would be different.

You know something, you'd make a great Ophelia by my side.

Looking for suckers?

I always liked you because you were kind of stupid.

And I always wanted to express my feelings to you...

but I am shy.

Did you eat an aphrodisiac or something?

May I give you my phone number?

-I have I cell phone too. -See you!

You'll get there.

You'll surely get there, leave it to me.

But... You know...

I want a small favor.

If you see my wife and children...

I want you to tell them that I am fine.

You must listen to me.

It took me years to hold a gun again in my hand.

I'm losing my mind day after day.

I didn't want to kill your partner.

I didn't want it.

Ladies and gentlemen, the moment you've all been waiting for.

The great secret show.

The metamorphosis of a woman into a gorilla.

From the depths of the Amazon, from the rain forests...

the vindication of Darwin!

Before your startled eyes, an innocent woman...

will transform into a vicious gorilla.

At this point, I'll call Miss Ritsa to join us...

and take her place in the cage.

Bravo, Miss Ritsa!

For your security I am bound to lock.

The gorilla's force is incontrollable.

And now, pregnant women and people with a heart condition...

please leave the room. The show is intense.

Come on, gorilla... Get ready.

Where are you, black haired?

Because you have misjudged me...

I got you a gift from the fair so you won't think bad of us.

They're unisex. See them?

They look good on you. They suit that tie perfectly.

But I'll borrow the gold coins...

because I thought of increasing them.

To give some money to the guys.

You look good, you rascal. You look younger with them.

Gorilla...

Wake up, gorilla.

I love you...

I always loved you...

I understand.

I have loved too.

Go get ready. We have a show in fifteen minutes.

Forget about her.

Here it is! All the money is here!

Come on, guys. Place your bets.

Place your bets. The money is here!

You bet 50 and win 100.

Come here, guys.

Tell me, pal... Do you play with gold coins?

It's 50 euros each. Gold coins.

That's okay guys, there are other places I can go...

What is the gentleman trying to tell us?

Let me see it.

Come, guys... Bet 50 and win 100.

The money is here. Come here.

So... You are...

You're here, my boy.

Sorry, guys. It's not my fault, pal.

All the best. It's the end... Good night...

Now you'll get it. All of it... Place your bet.

Now I'll get it.

You're here.

Oh, Ritsa...

Eat it!

Where are we? Damn it!

At last, we're lost. That's that.

We must call a hearse to take him. This must end.

Let's drag him to the road so they'll find us.

More walking, Mister Messiah? You carry him yourself!

How can we abandon him here all alone?

-Where are the gold coins? -The gold coins?

Someone must have stolen them in the train.

Even if they were stolen, what gold coins?

Black haired was a fraud. The gold coins were fake.

A sham. How else can I put it?

Maybe you stole them and you blame black haired now.

Me? Blame that innocent man?

I don't like your tone at all. And you want to know something?

The gold coins were fake, plastic, a fraud. Get it?

Want me to give them to you to bite them?

-I want to bite them. -Bite them?

You're lucky I'm constipated or else I'd give them to you.

This can't go on anymore! I have to get out of here.

They must be looking for me from the theatre.

I have to charge my cell phone.

I'm sunstroke, my brain is gurgling, I can't take it anymore.

I'll go to the nearest village. I'll go get something to eat.

My fuckin' funeral!

Don't even think about not coming back. I'll hunt you down.

-Go to hell! -And bring some water.

Go find a phone to talk to the barrister and clear this mess.

We have to get this abduction over with.

I can't see you holding up in a life of crime.

I'll tell you something. I'll go.

-But not because you say so. -But why?

Because I, Makis the Messiah, I'm a leader. Get it?

Fuck Hamlet!

Fuck Shakespeare!

I am the biggest victim here, dear.

I won't have the cash to bet on the biggest fixed race ever.

I'm already on downers.

As if fake wills and the ownership contracts weren't enough...

along with the crazy dying wishes of the deceased...

you want to blackmail me on top of everything? Me?

The victim of all dead and alive?

Is this a way to thank me for dead I gave you exclusively?

Exclusively! From the penitentiaries.

And tell that ex-con you work with that I don't take blackmails!

I've already sued him and they are after him.

For kidnapping and misprision of a dead.

Keep the body, dears. No one cares about that con.

And you forget about the horses, pal.

You'll spend the rest of your life under a coffin.

Come on you kidnapper!

You and your contacts in Latin America!

Where are you taking the biggest forger of Costa Rica?

On a field-trip.

Why didn't you tell me so I'd wear my suit too?

I'm not breaking a sweat to arrest you again.

I'm losing my mind, pal.

I'm losing my mind!

Damn cicadas. They won't seem to shut up!

We're talking about a serious case.

Hold on tight, black haired. You'll get there.

I didn't mean to shoot at your partner.

They were warning shots.

But when I saw him...

drop down in a pool of blood...

I don't know... I couldn't understand what happened...

They were warning shots damn it!

But that damn bullet found that man.

One-two... One-two...

These cicadas can go to hell! Damn them!

They're driving me crazy!

Every year they screech even louder.

Poor black haired!

I'll defend you.

Take a shot!

Since you won't bother arresting me...

I'll take my friend to his destination...

and I'll give myself in.

-Are you turning yourself in? -I don't know.

Me either.

I decided on my career after death in the 6th art.

I'll donate my skull to the place I studied...

to the Royal Shakespeare Theatre Company...

to star in productions of Hamlet.

My matter inexistence...

will not exist again.

What a wonderful and tireless idea.

-How was it in jail, Kosmas? -I don't know.

I'm not out yet.

Inside me, I'm still in jail.

-Won't you come out? -Black haired will tell us.

He continues his journey in the after life.

Costa Rica and so on.

Disaster!

Gentlemen, we were sunk with crew and cargo.

Vietnam, Cambodia...

Eskisehir, Kioutahia...

Afion Karahisar...

Black haired, you bastard!

Damn that coffin!

There is no state... Damn that coffin!

They've put a spell on us...

Messiah! Why are you knocking your head on wood?

Didn't you say that it's bad luck and unprofessional?

-We're ruined! -What?

That's it. It's over.

There's no money.

Black haired is a con artist.

There go the horses...

and my dad's hearse.

What are you talking about?

What about my debts?

What will I do with the theatre? Will I betray the theatre?

I don't give a shit!

I don't give a shit about the theatre. Assholes!

You con!

You bum! You get in that coffin!

I will kill you!

Undertaker!

What are we going to do?

There goes my life!

Surrender!

A whole life under the coffin.

Four suckers.

Four suckers in cheap black suits.

That's all. The end!

Spaciousness, pal.

Hello?

Does anyone speak English?

Me.

He's not speaking well.

Give it here.

-What is he saying? -Some Spanish, some English...

Did you tell them that the guy is dead?

I'm not in the mood for giving explanations.

And the battery is running low.

There we go again.

They have some nerve!

Maybe they don't know in Costa Rica that he's dead.

Maybe he didn't want to upset his friends.

He has a big heart.

Bring that damn thing here!

It's over... Here.

What is this, damn that coffin!

What's up? What is this?

This is like the tattoos they do in the joint.

It's a treasure map.

Here, at the house close to the twin churches.

He must have hid the treasure there.

Northwest... Where the compasses point.

Twin church... Strange...

There's a catch here.

The cell phone.

They thought we were someone else.

The suckers told us the secret.

That damn scheme!

We have to hold on to black haired at all costs.

We mustn't let them take the map from us.

No one can make a fool of Makis the Messiah.

Where are we heading to, Mister Babis?

Where are we heading, guys...

-The wind will tell us. -Right.

The wind knows.

The wind knows, but we don't know.

Well done, Makis my boy.

You carried out a very difficult mission.

Your father would be very proud.

Get off my case, Mister Babis.

So, gentlemen, where are we heading?

Here, guys.

There's the twin churches, there's the house...

Did you think that black haired would fool us?

And what do we do know, guys?

Pull out the flagstones and start digging with our hands?

Where is it? From where do we start the digging?

-Why did you sound the bell? -To throw them of the track.

Guys! Here...

-What? -From Costa Rica?

Us?

-Some mistake... -On foot?

-Him? -Here.

There...

-It's delicious, ma'm. -Did you make it?

Please, gentlemen.

-I like morello. -Who cares?

His is so handsome. He hasn't changed at all.

Tell me, ma'm...

did he tell you anything about any hidden money?

We're asking about the return.

He's an actor, what did you expect?

He told me that even if he died he'd return on foot to see me.

And that nothing will have changed.

''Even if I die, I'll return on foot''.

That's what he said.

That's why he made you carry him. And he kept his word.

He didn't forget me.

The proof? He came back on foot.

Please, tell me... Because this is not possible...

Hasn't he told you anything about some hidden treasure?

Tell me, ma'm.

They were to wed me with someone else. We were to elope.

They almost killed him. He wasn't from our village.

He was from Thrace, and came here for a fair.

He had promised me that he would come...

to complete our dance.

Why did you come back?

Now it's too late.

He called me a few days ago and told me that he was coming...

to dance.

-How about that dance, mister? -What a rascal!

You don't know what we've been through!

My damn coffin!

Ma'm, I don't mean to be pushy...

but with all due respect I will be.

Hasn't he told you anything about a hidden treasure?

Tell me, ma'm.

Why didn't we elope when the time was right?

And you also fooled these people. Shame on you!

Try to dance. Get up and dance!

Take him away!

Take him and go!

We have the funeral...

and the end.

Mister Messiah, what about the treasure?

What treasure? You're still thinking about the treasure?

We came here for the chick, there's no treasure.

What a nice lady, a proper treasure!

Nice way to scam us, Mr. Messiah. You scammer!

And because even reckoning makes good friends...

I'm broke. The end.

I will be paid in kind.

You give me black haired's cell phone and we're even.

-What will you do with it? -Get connections in Costa Rica.

Get it and let's see how much you'll make when you sell it.

I put it in his inside pocket.

Cool, I'll take care of it.

Ma'm, you're very photogenic.

Take him and go.

That's a tough one.

Now I get it.

Now everything makes sense, Mister Black-haired.

You're hot, my boy!

What's right, is right.

And you haven't lost anything from your charm, my friend.

Don't be upset, boy. I have your cell phone.

I'll tell your buddies in Costa Rica...

about that ungrateful woman.

You rule!

He should be worshipped. Shall we make him a saint?

He has a good close-up.

See you in heaven, black haired.

It was a pleasure.

Thanks for everything.

And we didn't even learn your name.

And now how are we going to return on our own?

Subtitles by Audio Visual Enterprises