All language subtitles for ouzo-ippeis

Greetings.

Greetings to Athanatos!
Greetings and salutations.

- I hope I'm not intruding.
- Don't be silly.

I need a favour from you.

Sure, if I can help.

It's about a friend.
A friend, a brother, a comrade...

You know him,
Telemachus Kotronis, the actor.

- He's good.
- Good, but out of luck.

He's going through a tragedy.
He lost everything.

He has no place to stay and nowhere to
put what's left of his theatre sets.

Is itjust the sets?

Sets, lights, costumes...

Ok. I'll send Babis.

Go ahead.

Babis. Where are you?

In Paradise!

- Write down a number.
- Shoot.

A film by
Nikos Kalogeropoulos

RIDERS OF PYLOS

Hurry up, guys, please hurry!

- Who's chasing us?
- Everyone! Oan't you see?

Auntie here is too tall.
I don't want to get fined.

- But this is Athena.
- I don't care if she's Marilyn Monroe! She's too tall!

And Mr. Pothead here, forget it!

Karaghiozis is stuck.
I have loaded the rest.

Babis knows best.

YOU OANNOT REOEIVE FROM
ONE WHO DOES NOT HAVE

Damn spelling!

- An old nickel.
- Keep it for good luck, I've got more.

"You said, I will go to another land,
another sea..."

"...another city I will find,
better than this..."

Thanks buddy.

The name is Babis.

- From Haralabis?
- No, from Oannabis...

What takes you to Polipylon?

What's "Polipylon"?

Don't you know where
you're going?

Why, do you?

I hope you don't have the flu...

Go, go...

No need to go on.

The show's being cancelled!

Friggin' death wish!

- Where are we?
- The tunnel.

- Have we crossed it?
- We're crossing it now.

Oh, man...

Hello!

What bank?

What the hell lady?
We're in an ambulance!

Goddamnit!

Fuck off!

Woman trouble?

There's no escaping them.

Take a deep breath.

Deep... Deep... Now hold it.

Exhale slowly.
Slowly...

Blow it out... And again...

Suck it in... Again...

Blow!

Suck!

Keep it in... now blow!

Suck! Blow!

Suck... BIow...

Mr. Kotronis, you came this
close to kicking the bucket.

You drank a hell of a
lot more than you said.

And you need to quit smoking.
Your lungs look like a coal mine.

And get rid of the stress. Your
blood pressure is through the roof.

Those jerks left him too...

- Whatjerks?
- The actors.

Don't be like this. They are right,
you are right, everyone's right.

It's a tragedy...

Exactly! A Tragedy!

When everyone's right,
we have a Tragedy.

Agamemnon was right to
go fight for his country.

Olytemnestra was right too,
cause her loins were on fire.

Aegisthus was right too,
for putting her fire out.

So was Orestes, who slayed her.

"You whore, screwing around on
father while he's away on business!"

- That's tragedy for you!
- We're not talking theatre here.

Life is more conniving
than theatre! Life is art!

Go ahead.

Hello?
Oh, no! Another bank!

Doctor, please! Now!

Oh my!

Your mobile.
Mr. Kotronis, it's the vibration.

Don't keep it on you.
It's the vibration.

It is not the vibration, doctor.
It's the installments.

The installments...

What's up?

Oheers!

"To us, to us and may we get all the ass",
as the song goes.

I don't want you to misunderstand.
I am just an amateur.

- How is it?
- It'll show...

Don't Bogart it, we ain't got much.

- And I hope you don't kiss and tell.
- I'm offended.

I take it back.

Take it.

- I'm sorry, let's put it behind us.
- It's ok, you just met me.

Did I need that?

True...

How are we doing?

I hadn't had a smoke since
the quake in Patras.

I remember...
All those memories...

Some smoke and reminisce,
some smoke and sleep in peace.

You did both.

So it's like you didn't smoke.

- I need to pee.
- At Saint Efraim's.

Go on.

Don't come out.
Do it from there.

- I'll wet my feet.
- The wind blows the other way, think I'm stupid?

- You fucked up my door.
- Sorry, man.

Here come the goodies!
A little Pasteli?

Hey! How about peeling it off?

- What did you think?
- Like piss...

I'm talking about the joint.

Hey, pal!

Wake up. We're here.

"JERK-OFFNESS IS A RIGHT,
NOT AN OBLIGATION."

Welcome!

Dear Telemachus, I am very glad
to meet you.

I am Myron, the artist! Athanatos
must have told you about me.

Sure... good to meet you.

- Babis, what took you so long?
- We're on time.

Go pick up a parcel for me from Lakis.
Then, go get the fish.

- Let me unload first.
- There is no time! Go!

- What about my stuff?
- Later! You worry too much.

My bouzouki
and my suitcase, guys!

Take your suitcase.

Hey, pal! Take this too.
You might need it.

- Thanks. Not that...
- I know...

"We're just amateurs."

What is this place?
Who built it?

Nobody did. People used to hide
from the pirates here.

Later it was a prison, a sheep pen,
then the hippies came and now us!

I am buying! I am buying!

I am buying every kind of animal!

Lame or blind or paralysed!
Donkeys, mules, goats!

Oats, dogs, children too.

Still tricking the old coot, huh?

You woke her up! She's got a
temperature! She shit herself again!

That's why it stinks
in here, goddamnit!

The stench is killing me!

- Get off!
- It's not my fault she shat herself!

Go wash the kid over there!

- I'm scared!
- What are you scared of? Getting kidnapped?

Ok but the blame will be on your head!

Don't shout at me! The door!

To hell with you, slut!

Here again, you butcher?

Drunk again?

- How much did you get them for?
- 50 each, 150 all together.

- I'll give you 200.
- 200 euros for these three horses?

- You paid 150, right?
- Yes, but the slaughterhouse is giving 350.

Give me 300 to save me some fuel.

Damn you, blackmailer!

Here, take 100.

Boss, it's the first money
I am getting all day!

- Shut up and unload them!
- At least 50 more, boss.

Unload them and see
that they don't break a leg!

Bon apetit!

God damn you and your music!
Next time, I'll shoot you in the ass!

I love you!

Oome upstairs! Hi, Telemachus!
Go on, move!

Ok, ok!
What a chatterbox!

"ONE UNVERSED IN PHILOSOPHY
MAY ENTER."

- After you.
- Thank you.

- Who's that?
- My mother.

- You have seen nothing yet.
- How many horses do you have?

Thousands, millions.
It's riders we're short of.

"THIS WORLD WAS NOT
OREATED BY GOD OR MAN..."

Heraclitus!

- And this?
- My aunt... Athena.

"IT'S ALL JUST A OLIOK AWAY."
So wise...

My niece Democracy's
favourite motto.

- Who is she?
- She is the daughter of Euhemerus.

She argued with her father and left.
During the elections.

He supported this party, she
another, they disagreed...

and Democracy was lost to us.

Please, after you.

Polipylon!
Behold!

You should have seen the hippies!
Such a big mess! So much passion!

Up there was the former Oounsellor
of the E.E. He was French.

And up that balcony was the
"green" one, a friend of Euhemerus.

The French guy was here last year.
I gave him a painting. What the hell...

They were all good back then.
What about now though?

Do you know what I wrote to him?

"You used to make love, sir!
Now you make war!"

"Yeah!", he said!
"Go to hell!" That was my answer.

- Dear Telemachus, welcome.
- Glad to be here.

Oome upstairs.

What is this place?

I'm sorry you heard that quarrel.

But they stole four horses the other day.
They changed their colour...

and 10 days later, they sold them
back to my idiotic brother!

- Euhemerus.
- Glad to meet you. Telemachus.

Oheers!

Eat, drink, rest and then tell us
your name and your country...

as the ancient Greek used to say
welcoming the strangers.

I can see that. Only we are not
ancient, my dear Euhemerus.

Yet we come from the ancients'
testicles, dear Telemachus.

Take this.

Open it later. I've talked to
Athanatos. Have no worries at all.

Thanks a lot.

We'll have a good time here.
Athanatos told us everything.

You had such a hard time!
Screw them all!

Myron! The man has to eat, drink
and rest first. He came all this way.

- Don't start! He needs some sleep!
- He is not a little kid!

- I am fine...
- I know what I am talking about.

Let's drink to us!
We are going to do great things!

- We all do our best, bro.
- Everybody does their best.

I don't think so. If everyone did their
best, the world would be different.

Salute! Good luck
with our fishing!

Go, Babis!

Look who's here!
Oome closer!

Oome and see Myron's crib!
Move!

I am sleepy.

I am sleepy.

Morpheus...
He is resting.

Look at these virgins...

And here...

The baby is me, Myron.

A virgin gave birth to you too?
I am sleepy.

Move.

Oome this way.
Watch it!

Do not be afraid, Telemachus!

Oome in.

Take your load off.

Here, we also have light.

A different order of things. Equality
before the law, direct democracy.

- I saw that. A commune of cynics.
- Look here...

Oynics but with the old meaning of the
word (dog-like). It's an important detail.

I noticed that too.
I am starting to get it.

We are of the same breed.

Sleep in the maestro's room tonight.

- What about the maestro?
- What maestro?

The maestro is long gone!

There is a toilette there, blankets...
Watch it though!

Do not leave your shoes outside!

- The birds might grab them!
- Pardon?

The birds! The hawks!
Don't you know that?

Be very careful!

Never sleep outside!
They might attack you!

Once they attacked an old shepherd
who'd got drunk and slept outside!

They ripped his guts! They devoured
his insides, like Prometheus.

That was long ago, of course.

Good night! See you tomorrow!
Lord, save us!

What about Kavathis?

Damn!

"You rise, valiant again.
Hail, Oh Hail, Liberty!"

"We are many but far apart.
Stay strong and alert."

Have one more drink, lad!

Play, boys!
Will you dance?

Let go of this thing!

Let it go!

I want you to dance for me!
Oan you do it?

And the grouper is yours.

What grouper?
All that's left is a sardine.

It's fine! He can bless it and turn it
into a thousand! Right, holy man?

Let's go! Oome on!

"A monk with sins!"

"With no cap or frock on him!"

It's raining, guys!
Let's go inside!

Yes?

- Where are you?
- Here, with Babis.

- Have you unloaded the sets?
- No. Tomorrow.

Are you nuts? What if it rains?

I don't think so.

There are lightnings here.
Are you going to be late?

Babis and I are going fishing.

We'll talk tomorrow! You have
nothing to worry about! Good night!

The sets!

He hung up.

It is going to rain.

"Greece never perishes!"

"No threat is intimidating it!"

"There is just a short time of rest..."

"and there it goes to glory again."

"And there it goes to glory again."

"Greece never perishes!"

Not so loud, damn you!

Good morning!

Well?

How did you find the hospitality?

Athanatos told me about you,
but I had no idea.

Not even Athanatos knows.

The instruments have warped.

The instruments get damaged
if they are not played with.

You are right.

Thank you, for everything.

And mostly for the note.

Not me, the Hospitable Zeus.

Every day it's the same. In the old
days, people made predictions.

Listen to a dream I had last night!
The birds reminded me.

We were staging "Prometheus"
at the Herodion theatre.

And suddenly from the Parthenon comes
an eagle heading directly towards me.

With its claws it grabs both
my eyes and flies away!

In order for the show to go on, I continued
to recite Prometheus' monologue.

The audience thought it was a trick,
but my eyes could still see.

Mountains, rivers, castles,
seas, gorges, everything.

The whole land, from above.

In the meanwhile my body froze
and became a statue.

The statue of the unknown citizen.

And then a crazy monk with an angle
grinder, started trimming my..."bulges"!

"Vrrrt-vrrrt, no protrusions allowed!"

Telemachus, that's not a dream,
that's a total recall.

How do you explain that?

He'll explain it to us. I've heard
similar things from him.

I don't believe it.

"We have been guided
to the right direction, women!"

"Orestes!
It's me! Pylades!"

Like he gives a shit!

He played Orestes
and I played Pylades!

What's wrong, pal?

Oan't you see?
Alzheimer's.

- What's all this?
- Oucumbers.

- For Democracy.
- Democracy who?

The mare.

- Where is Myron?
- Downstairs, in his atelier.

My friend...

He's got two horses here.
Democracy and Karaiskakis.

He puts a show on for them.
Plays a different part every day.

- How did he get here?
- He is a local, from Voidokilia.

His real name is Voidokilias
and he changed it to Voikalis.

This is Alzheimer's for you!
Those damn mobiles...

Do you have a mobile phone?
Get rid of it!

- Remember Prometheus...
- Who?

Forget it...

See, Telemachus, there's always worse.
It's the same every other day.

He'd sleep with them if he could.
He'll snap out of it soon, you'll see.

How?

It's magic. Something
about the horses cures him.

"We reached the world's edge..."

"...to get rid of you,
you bastard, Prometheus!"

"It will go down just as Zeus,
our father, dictated..."

"In every detail!"

"Everything!"

"This is where we will
nail you, onto the rocks!"

"The vultures will feed
on your liver!"

Go on!

"He should know better than giving
the gods' secrets to assholes!"

"My most respected State!"

"I think your mission here
is completed..."

"...as well as that of your
sister, Violence!"

"Tell your siblings
Fear and Victory..."

"...that Zeus never forgets
those who help him."

"And now, I..."

"Hephaestus..."

"How can I nail you? How?"

"My friend and relative... How?"

"Why did you have to disobey?
You are a god."

"Instead of taking the part of gods
you took that of humans!"

"What are you waiting for?
Tie his hands and feet crossways..."

"...and hang him from the rock!"

"Oh, Zeus!"

"With might! Hit, tighten and nail
with all your might!"

"As mightly as you can!
He is capable of everything!"

"I want no more resurrections!"

"Enough!"

"I am thirsty!"

"There is a lot of drought
in the future!"

"Do not die again."

"This is the end!"

He's gone...

He is dead.

For a glass of water...

You punks!

Punks!

My brother! Voikalis!

Punks!

Punks!

Who are you?

It's me...
Orestes, it's me, Pylades!

It's your friend Pylades!

Voikalis!

Who are you?

It's your friend Telemachus,
Voikalis! It's me, your friend!

Orestes!

Voikalis, it's Telemachus!
My friend!

Don't you remember me?

This is called "Parakrousis",
a wrong note in a tuneful harmony.

He thinks that he plays
at the Epidaurus theatre...

and that the horses are either
the actors or the audience.

He hit me hard on my butt.

He must have mistaken you
for a VIP.

- What is wrong with this one?
- It's old. It's bitten it's own shadow.

Look at the colts though.

I want to ride a horse and gallop
till I vanish.

- Oan you ride?
- What do you think?

Ohoose freely.

This one.

- I don't think so.
- Why?

Only Voikalis could ride it
and he was the best.

He won 10 prizes at the horse races
of Pylos with this one.

Should you break Karaiskakis...

I am going to lay an egg!

Sure...

Oome on...
Don't embarrass me.

Good boy...

Myron knows!

Ride his mother, Democracy! She's
not been ridden since the elections!

Fuck you...

Euhemerus, get up here!
Voikalis awaits you to play solitaire!

Go to hell, you crazy fuck...

This is Democracy.

- Will she kick me?
- Nope...

Oome on...

Don't go without a hat!
The sun is burning.

Go on now...

Go to the threshing floors
to see the statues.

I'm so sorry, boy!
Are you wet?

- No, thank God...
- Too bad.

- How did you get to these parts?
- By chance.

Nothing happens by chance.
Not even accidents.

I want to make a film.
I am looking for locations.

Are you an actor?
What's your name? Telemachus?

- You played that crackpot, right?
- Not only crackpots.

- Are the threshing floors far?
- The marble ones?

- The high-hill ones.
- Those are very far from here.

- I want to see the statues.
- What a nut...

What can you do with the statues?
Do you think they'll see you?

- What do you think?
- I have no idea.

- Is there anything to eat there?
- Acorns and nothing else.

I haven't been there before.

I suggest you come inside
and have lunch with me.

Oome in and I'II... choke a rabbit...

Ohoke a rabbit?

I haven't had my "rabbit choked"
since the last Olympics.

Oome in and I'll choke it for you.

- Do you live here alone?
- I am not alone.

I have my animals, my birds.
There is also Vladimir.

- Who is Vladimir?
- I'll tell you later.

- What's your name?
- Ohaido.

Bye, fair Ohaido...

- Bye, Telemachus.
- See you in a while.

Bye, Ohaido.

May our enemies burn!

Are you leading her or is it the other
way around? Where are you going?

Do you have some water?
The spring dried up.

- Sure.
- Good, give it to me!

Oarrying this debt
makes me thirsty.

- Who are you?
- Nobody!

- What are you doing here?
- Guarding the place.

Give me some water!

Good!

Nice water!
Where did you find it?

- At the gas station.
- That fucker, he never gives me any.

He says I should buy some gas too.
Two parts of gas, one of water.

Damn you, assholes!

- Why are you carrying this thing?
- I am the son of God, can't you see?

- How come they haven't tied you up yet?
- Don't you know the law changed.

It's a misdemeanour now.
Go now and take care.

- Where are you going?
- I wish I knew.

You don't know where you
are going? Go back then.

If you don't know where you
are going, go back at once!

Yes?

Good morning.

From "N.A.G. Bank"? I'm listening.

I am sorry, I am not Mr. Kotronis.
Wait a minute, please.

Fuck off...

Oan you hear me?

Mr. Kotronis is not in a position
to talk to you right now.

He is in a state of total
"expropriation".

Yes... I am his lawyer.

Go fuck yourself, lady!

Take them off!
Take it all off!

- You are posing for a calvary.
- Do I have to be naked, sweety?

Have you seen a calvary
with panties?

Take it easy!

Damn my high!

Oome here!

Oh, Babis!

Democracy! Don't go!

Oh, God...
Wait, Democracy!

Democracy!

No more weed for me!

Dear God, make me sober
and I'll never smoke again!

Oh, Babis...

An earthquake!

Oh, God!

Oh, Babis!

Gosh...

Oh, Babis...

Democracy!

Where are you, you bitch?

Damn!

God damn!

To hell with everything!

God damn your satellites!
You wretched bastards!

There is no peace anywhere!

They can find us even
in our mother's womb!

To hell with you all!
Go to hell!

Democracy, you slut!
I can't take it anymore!

Democracy!

Where are you, bitch?

God damn! Democracy!

Where are you now?

You slut of a mare!

Democracy!

Oherry juice doesn't contrast.

We'll use yoghurt.

Moment...

- Uncle, how are you?
- Democracy! My niece!

- Is my father allright?
- Just fine. We miss you.

- What's wrong?
- I'm fine. What about the mare?

She misses you. She's running wild.
Thank God a visitor has ridden her.

I have news for you.
Oome back Democracy!

- Life is hell without you.
- What kind of visitor?

Democracy!

Evdokia!

Evdokia!

Oome, girl...

Where am I going now?

If you don't know where you
are going, go back at once!

I've got a surprise for you, Telemachus...

Shut up!

We never give our secrets away.

Mr. President...

Mr. President...

Sweet boy...
Here you are, Telemachus...

Telemachus Kotronis...
You won't know what hit you.

Where the hell is he?
What's taking him so long?

What a way to sober up...
Fuck...

George, get away
from the chickens!

Hell!

Bloody hell!

Bitch! Wait till I get you
in my hands!

My good old lady...

Democracia!
Both knocked up and ridden!

What a goddess...

What an asshole...

Who are you?

The frog.

- Is this your horse?
- It's a mare, her name is Democracy.

- Nice name. Your choice?
- No, she had it before.

- How long have you had her?
- Ask how long I've been searching.

Oome on, what is your name?

- Oall me Mary.
- The Magdalene?

No, the nun. And you?

- Saint George Karaiskakis.
- The nun's son?

As well as the great-grandfather,
father, grandson and son-in-law.

- Where do you live?
- Everywhere.

- Behind this mountain, at Polipylon.
- I have heard of it.

Ready?

Ooming!

I would ask you to join us, but...

- Oome and take your horse.
- Thank you.

- Who are these people?
- Volunteers. We are ecologists.

The Riders of Pylos.

You made me look like a fool...

- Need any help, pal?
- No, thank you.

- Are you hurt?
- Fortunately, no.

- How come you are at these parts?
- By chance.

- I have the bag.
- Give me two invitations.

One for Euhemerus and Myron and
one for you. From the Horse Fly.

- What Horse Fly?
- Drive.

Take this shawl and give it
to a person you love.

Are the threshing floors
very far from here?

Yeah, three joints away!
Take care.

What an embarrassment...

SYMPOSIUM UNDER THE
UNITING BRIDGES

Welcome! Welcome!

What happened to you?
Did the statues kick your ass?

- I am just fine.
- You look like hell.

Oome inside to change, my boy.
Let's go inside the house.

Do you like this?
It's my kingdom.

This is Joseph.

Don't be afraid. This is Vladimir.

- Nice names...
- We've always been Oommunists.

I can tell you stories that
will raise your hair.

- Easy now...
- Oaress him.

- He won't hit me?
- He won't.

Oome on... Vladimir...

- He stinks.
- What? He smells wonderfully.

Let's go inside now. My boy!

Let's go...

Oome on in.

This is my kingdom. All of it.

There is more inside. These
are my birds, Makis and Lakis.

- Hello, Mr. President!
- Shut up both of you!

- Do you play the piano?
- The piano, the clarinet...

Sit down and have some wine.
I come from a family of musicians.

Did your parents play too?

My grandfather played
the trombone.

And my mother played
the clarinet beautifully.

Let's drink some wine
and you will feel better. Oheers.

Ohaido!

Bottoms up! It will warm you.

This is good wine.
Did you make it?

I tread the grapes myself.

Have something to eat now.

Do you know who played
the best music of all? Vladimir.

- The goat?
- My husband.

Vladimir, God rest his soul.

Where is your husband now?

Vladimir was lost
to the waterfalls.

What do you mean "lost"?

The evil fairies took him. He's gone.

What do you mean?

What can I tell you?
It was on Saint Marina's day...

He would say, "Oome on, Ohaido!
Oome look at the waterfalls!"

"There are lamias and fairies here!"

"What are you talking about?
There are no fairies! Are you drunk again?"

- Did he drink a lot?
- A lot...

Like we are drinking now.

Nice.

Let me pour some more.
That's right...

Bottoms up.

Hi, Mr. President!

Have some more meat.

Take it, you tramp!

Oheers!

Here, have some more wine.
Oheers.

"When our enemies come back,
I will give my pussy up..."

Oh, Telemachus...

Your musical background is evident...

- Want some?
- No, I don't smoke weed.

Plus, I need to get going.

You can go...
after you fuck me.

What'd you say?!

My sweet boy...
What's wrong?

I think you're drunk.

I did have some drinks
while I was waiting for you.

- And now you'll drink too.
- I already did.

I have been waiting for so long.
Drink some more, sweety.

You must drink now!
I didn't wait for nothing!

- What? Don't you fancy me?
- I do, I do but...

You are drunk now.
Maybe some other time.

Listen to me now...
You are not going anywhere! Understood?

- Please! I'm begging you!
- Don't beg me. Just fuck me.

Listen! I am giving you my word!
I'll come by some other time!

- When?
- Tomorrow. Or the day after...

Ohaido, listen!

Do it, Mr. President!

- Right this moment!
- Let me explain...

Let me get up
and I'll fuck you.

You want to get up? Fine.

Good...

Where are you going?
Telemachus!

I'll show you!
You are screwed now!

What did that bitch do to me?

I'll show you...

OAUTION - THE DOGS BITE

You bastard!

They are all the same!

What did that bitch do to me?

Oh, God! My balls!

Ohaido!

There he is...

The fucker is here.

- Miss Ohaido!
- Don't "Miss" me, you son of a bitch!

Why did you leave me?
Take off your clothes right now!

You'll see now!

What did you do to me?
What did you give me to drink, slut?

- The dogs will start fighting.
- I do not have any dogs, my boy.

The night is gone...

The stars have vanished.

No, don't go.

Here he is!

What happened, pal?
You had us worried!

- I'm sorry, but I lost my mobile.
- I thought the statue of Kolokotronis kept you.

- I didn't find him.
- It's not so easy.

I met some friends of yours, Myron.
They said to say hi.

The Horse Fly is sending you this.

Were you with Democracy? Didn't
the Horse Fly tell you who she was?

No, she only gave me this.

That little bitch!

I don't believe this!
Truth is stranger than fiction.

My idiot of a brother...

"I love you. Snap out of it."
What an idiot...

The bastard... it's your daughter for
Ohrist's sake. What a moron!

Read what your
daughter wrote for you.

You read it.

"There is no room forjoy
to bloom in my house."

"There is fire inside and out.
Who's going to put it out?"

"I love you. Snap out of it."

You've been mad at her since the elections
and it's almost time for the next ones.

Let's go! Nestor will be there.

I said no. If she wants
she can come here.

You remind me of
uncle Orestes Makris.

- Go to hell!
- You go to hell.

- Go to hell!
- You go to hell.

To hell with you, son of a bitch!
I'll show you!

Go to hell, you horse-face!

I'll give you a lesson!
Screw you, fucker!

- Who are you?
- I'm your brother, you asshole!

To hell with you!

Democracy was right!

Hell, you are soon going to
ask me to go to the forums!

"There is no room forjoy..."

"to bloom in my house."

"There is fire inside and out."

"Who's going to put it out?"

"I told you too, oh God,
you who can see everything."

"Do not burden me to find out
how much I can take."

Give our band a hand!
The Penniless Aristocrats!

Teacher, come and tell us a few words.

After that, the Penniless Aristocrats
will take us far with their songs.

These bridges
are 3,000 years old.

Imagine how old the rivers are.

Imagine what they have seen,
what they have heard...

who they have fed and watered.

And then we, the practical
and smart ones, came here...

and in 30 years time
we destroyed everything.

If we do not become more active
as conscious citizens of the world...

or cosmopolitans, as Adisthenes
used to say, we are in deep shit.

A few words about the horse race.

Do not miss it. We want you all
there, pedestrians and riders alike.

The "Riders of Pylos"
is an institution, an ideal.

And now, Telemachus Kotronis
will sing to you a new song of his.

"There is no room forjoy..."

"to bloom in my house."

"There is fire inside and out."

"Who's going to put it out?"

That's a welcoming sight!

It's been going on for some time.
Didn't you notice?

Love is invincible.

"Who's going to put it out?"

You told me to give it
to a person I love.

Thank you for the song.
I was touched.

I'll be waiting for you at the horse
race. Just don't come with the mare.

If you manage to tame her, I'II...
kiss your balls... A figure of speech.

Democracy, come over here,
sweety!

- Is she limping?
- You didn't know?

- You mind? Long live Democracy!
- Long live!

Oome here, child!

- How is it going?
- Fine.

- That was fast.
- No idea what you're talking about.

Oome on... you've bedded
with half of Greece.

And the other half are in line.
What are you saying!?

People will think I'm a whore.

You know what the
ancients used to say?

Don't mention the ancients,
cause you remind me of my father.

- By the way, why isn't he here?
- Oause he's a stubborn bastard.

But he's in for a surprise,
let me tell you!

Are you sure, uncle?

It's Myron's plan.
Democracy, do not be afraid!

- What if he gets a stroke?
- Strokes happen to sensitive people.

He is insensitive, like rubber!
Don't say anything! How is your leg?

Just fine. Next month, I am having
the metal rod removed.

These are Genoa's medals!

You can't have Democracy
without some blood.

To us, to us, may all the islands
come back to us! Oheers Telemachus!

Do you know what Karaiskakis said
when he was accused...

of going to the turkish quarters
to eat, drink and fuck?

Do you know what he said?

"This bow I've got between my legs,
you owe your freedom to."

Easy...

"So I will play Greek violins
and Turkish fiddles too."

Karaiskakis,
everything is at stake.

Do not embarrass me.

Let's go.

Friends!

Stay strong and alert!

The Riders of Pylos, as always,
have chosen a historical figure...

to honour and be honoured by.

This year's horse race is dedicated
to Alexander the Great and Aristotle!

The student and the teacher!

We have chosen the speech that
Alexander made to his army...

when the battle at the town of Opis,
near Babylon, was over.

Oome on!

Take it easy...
What did I tell you?

Do not embarrass me.

"Now that the wars are over..."

"I wish you happiness and peace."

"I do not separate people
into Greeks and barbarians..."

"like the unwise do."

"Race is of no importance to me!"

"I separate all the people
in the world with only one criterion!"

"Virtue!"

"I shall be a moderator for everyone
for as long as I live."

"For every dispute."

"Do not worship God
as an authoritative ruler..."

"but as a father, common
to every creature on Earth."

Well...

"Win or die."

Go for it, Telemachus!

- Are you crazy?
- Olimb!

- Did we get here by chance?
- Nothing happens by chance.

Not even accidents.

My baby!

My baby!
My Democracy!

Democracy!

Democracy!

My love!

Democracy!!

Open the gates!

Go!

Go!

Democracy!

You are nuts!

- Where are we going now?
- Oome! You are going to like it!

What a woman!

We are going to the mill
for some flour!

Take it easy!

What's wrong?

- Forget about the flour!
- Why? I'll make honeyballs for you!

Seriously now!

It's the best flour!
Ohaido is famous for it.

Forget about the flour,
I tell you!

I don't understand.

I am allergic to flour!
Do you want me to die?

I'm sorry, honey.

I feel itchy just by hearing of it!

Forget about the flour, girl!
God damn those honeyballs!

5 YEARS LATER

"May you live free, Liberty."

"Stay free for ever!"

"Like the mountains..."

Some water, anyone!

I'm thirsty!

Democracy, all you wanted was a lay...