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Giorgos, run the cable this way.

This way. And the speaker
comes there. Put it there.

-Put it here.
-Caution.

Well, Maria, you hear that
the same music in all shops?

In which,
who put out their speakers.

No, Spyros. Behind the bakery.
Point it at the barber shop.

-How is that supposed to work?
-With Bluetooth.

Spyros connects all speakers
via a control center in my restaurant.

I play every morning at eight o'clock
a piece of music and everyone can listen.

Did the maestro have the idea?

He is very progressive,
has changed our culture.

-It Europeanized.
-We wake up to music every morning.

Not only. I play too
Something to do at lunchtime and in the evening.

-And if we don't like it?
-Then wear earplugs!

Like it was my idea. Complain
to the mayor or the maestro.

I follow orders.

Guys, apart from the lesson material

I would like to,
that you try in your free time,

to write a song.

What?

Sorry if I interrupt.

How?

What do you mean by "like"? Text, music…

The students write the text,
I compose the music.

-Is there interest?
-Wait.

Are you sure this can be done?

Yes. This is how songs are written.

So, the task is clear.

The festival begins
in the main square in Gaios.

I've always wondered,
what money laundering is.

You hear about it in the news, online,
in movies, but I never understood it.

It's simple: with illegal ones
Businesses make a lot of money.

But you can't take it to the bank.
What do you do? You keep it at home.

You hide it
and looks for ways to spend it.

You invest it,
so that no one ever finds out where it comes from.

You launder money.

The investments are legalized.

You build boats, buy real estate,
foundes offshore companies and so on.

With that much money you gain recognition

and is above all suspicion.

You are considered helpful, nice, generous.
You improve people's lives.

You can even
organize a music festival

and hire a music teacher,

offer everyone options
that you want.

Anthony!

Are you still listening?

So…

And of course you need for all of that
a good partner, an ally.

The children are clueless.

And if they do become suspicious,
Denial nips all doubts in the bud.

Denial is the most important weapon
in the fight for survival.

It starts with the parents.

You just have to look around,
then you recognize denial everywhere.

Always where people
not wanting to accept their reality.

CHAPTER 2 - DENIAL

-Tell me! Are you on top or bottom?
-I'm dating Yianna!

-You hear something different.
-I do not care!

I had so many girls here!

Leave my child alone!

-Get out!
-Leave her alone!

I'd rather kill you
before you become a faggot!

I'll kill you!

Some realities
we deny ourselves so much,

that coercion and violence
appear logical.

I refuse to accept how much
my parents disappointed me.

Anthony! Put the cell phone away.

That's not nice.

-Who are you writing to?
-Nobody.

You keep a diary.

Leave him alone.
Writing never hurt anyone.

Write calmly.

My story is not interesting.

Because no one cares about them.

Few people could ever relate to her.

It's not a very popular story.

I've known Spyros for ages.

If it weren't for this thing,
he could have been my best friend.

And in another world
we could be happy together.

Upside down world.

He likes to fool everyone,
makes you look macho.

He had a thing with every girl on the island,
to prove that he is straight.

That's how his father wants him,
his mother, the women

and the entire system today,
in 2022, have.

But only when we are together,
he is simply himself.

Everything is better when we are together.

Maybe we're just experimenting.
I read something like that once.

Some people are disgusted by this idea.

You are disgusted,
when you see two boys in love.

Help!

If this is love, then it is strange
and unfair. I never asked for it.

Help!

Nobody feels so intensely of their own free will,
so different and so unusual.

But deep down I wish
that it never ends.

Because love is beautiful.

Help!

Help!

Caution!

Slow!

He fell off the motorcycle. I don't know,
what I should do. He needs help.

Wait!

This will stop the bleeding. Take this.

-He needs stitches.
-No doctor.

Either I call the police,
or we go together.

Stand up!

Gently.

Come on, I'll get the car.

-Spyros, are you okay? Hold on.
-Antonis shouldn't come.

-I'll get out at the corner.
-Why?

It must be.

-Why?
-Dude, get out!

-Turn here.
-Why?

Of course I didn't say anything.
I can't talk to anyone.

I'm going home as usual,
to eat with my amazing family.

I write what I cannot say,
so as not to go crazy.

Even if they knew all this,
they would never talk about it.

Even if they knew that I was suffering.

People talk at the table
and is not attached to the cell phone.

We despise people like that.

You've been like that for a long time.
You and your generation.

I have little
shared with my sister.

She loves me,
and I would like to talk to her.

But it's easier to avoid them.
She wouldn't understand.

She is a woman.

And everything is swept under the carpet.

Holding people
amazing pain.

We won't see each other for a long time.

-The arteries are uninjured.
-Good. Can I call his mother?

Better stay out of it.

-His girlfriend picks him up.
-OK.

And his motorcycle?
Should I tell the police where it is?

Do you really believe
are these accidental injuries?

Michalis. We don't know each other yet.
Welcome to our island.

Orestis.

Good morning, Ms. Maria.

I wanted to check on Spyros and ask,
whether you take me to school...

I'll stay for a few days
can't come. I'm sorry.

He beats his wife and son.
It's absurd that we're still talking here.

I should report it to the police immediately.

Even if you go, you will only be yourself
put you in an uncomfortable position.

Nothing happens to him. You will
deny. Do you think it was the first time?

So we do nothing?

what can we do
when Mary and her son are silent?

The boy had an accident, and she
fell down. What can I do there?

Do you think the police don't know?
They know everything.

You're crazy.

A question.

It's personal.

Was my son with Spyros?

He was alone.

If not, it should stay between us.

Keep it to yourself.

What were the two basic subjects
in ancient Greece?

-Ancient Greek?
-Physical training and music.

I won't tell you what music you like
should hear, but how you can hear them.

And how you change your thinking with it.

Music evokes emotions.

It activates neurons. We would have
listened to more music since childhood,

we would think differently now.

Do you agree?

You don't give a shit.

Today we are listening to different songs,
and you tell me how you feel about it.

Let's get started.

Does anyone know this band?

U2, a rock band.
For some it is even very old.

What do you feel when you hear that?

Fury.

Go away. Take the goods,

get her over and come back first,
when I say it.

You don't realize,
that you endanger everything?

Don't you dare
touch her again, you idiot!

FUCKING LOVE

Ms. Maria will be absent for a few days.

She had an accident and fell.

But you already know that, right?

Bring me your texts,
if you have any.

Anthony!

-I know U2.
-I thought so.

Bye.

Bye.

Thanks.

No one has ever made me so vulnerable
seen. And he didn't say anything.

For that alone I respect him more
than anyone else.

Everyone talks about it
that Mrs. Maria's husband beat her.

Who is talking about this?

The whole island. And also about Spyros.

When was that?

Unfortunately we can't do anything about that.

-Or you don't care.
-What did you say?

The truth.

Families have problems.
We must not interfere.

-Don't believe everything you hear.
-You defend him.

I don't want to hear that shit.
I would never defend someone like that.

You don't know he beats her?

I don't care about other families.
I have enough problems with mine.

What kind of problems are these?

Don't deal with this bastard anymore.
He is dangerous.

I can't send him away.

And get the money out of the house.
I don't want anything to do with it.

The children will find it.

Nobody will find anything.

-How can you be so sure?
-I'll do something.

Sofia?

I want to sleep.

Have you ever considered
whether Antonis could be gay?

-Yes.
-And you're okay with that?

-I don't know it.
-Should we ask him about it?

He should come to us.

True. It could just be a phase.

Would it be so tragic?

He would be unhappy.

And you, a straight man, are so happy.

Yes, Ms. Athina, don't worry.

He's just a child.
When did the fever subside?

Okay, don't worry.

I'll come over myself. Thanks.

From today you take
half the dose for two weeks.

-And then?
-Then you stop.

They are powerful psychotropic drugs.

Reduce the dose first
before you put them down.

They calm me down.
I don't know if I should stop.

Listen to your therapist.

OK.

So instead of taking a pill, I take it daily
half a pill?

Yes. And try
not to drink alcohol.

-How are you doing?
-Unchanged.

When will we have coffee again
be able to drink without feeling unwell?

I don't feel uncomfortable... Not anymore.

I miss talking to people
instead of just saying trivial things.

Me too.

Let's have a coffee.

I'm sorry I asked you
to take me to Corfu.

It was hard for you.

It wasn't.

It was sad.

My mother needs pills.

Pills to swallow,
is normal these days.

How do you trust someone
his life who can't stand his?

I love her very much,
but I don't trust her.

-Are you bored?
-Yes.

-The whole music thing is a dead end.
-It's not that bad.

-Do you think the idiots here are changing?
-You're in a bad mood.

Yes.

Anthony,

you know you can talk to me.

I don't know.

I'm telling you now.

I have no worries.
I'm bored with my life.

Is Spyros doing better?

-After the accident?
-How should I know?

Aren't you best friends?

No longer.

Yes, but we hardly have any contact anymore.

He has a girlfriend.

Any other questions?

So I denied all my feelings
and my relationship with Spyros.

It's easy, one of the people
to become those you despise.

-Have you talked to Antonis?
-No why?

-Lina likes him.
-She just wants his money.

Would that be so bad?

I hope something comes of them.

-Although…
-What?

I've told you before,
I'm sure he's gay.

-Stop it, Yianna.
-Shall we bet?

Why do you care?

I'm telling you this because he's your friend
and has no one to talk to.

-Don't distance yourself from him.
-He's not gay.

How you mean.

-Should I post it?
-As you wish.

I'll post it.

I'm going crazy, Spyros!
So many followers.

I've written so much
and now I have writer's block.

I have the words.
border, name, dream, vision,

Child, kiss.

-Stop talking.
-Chania.

"Give me a vision..."

I'm not getting anywhere.
I can't find a suitable word.

-Will you help me?
-Let's see.

-It should be like a poem.
-No, like a prayer.

-Exactly! How did you know that?
-I have my inspirations.

Granny,

this is very important for me.

"To resist.
Give me a vision to resist."

-Does that make sense?
-Yes.

-I don't understand it.
-You don't have to.

Are you sure? Is it worth it?

I was in love once too, little flower.

Now go, I'm getting angry.

-Why?
-Because I'm jealous.

You don't have to.

-I'm just imagining everything.
-That's exactly why.

Go ahead.

-What?
-Thanks!

"Give me a path to walk on."

Give me a name,
so that I can find the way.

Give me a dream to hold on to.

Give me a vision to resist.

Give me a child to confess.

Give me a kiss,
to ward off evil.

Wake me up with a melody,

that tells me that my life is worth it."

-You're still alive?
-What took you so long?

Should I have come every day?
You look terrible.

-I'm fine, Ms. Haris.
-And your back?

Better than ever.

This is pumpkin pie.

When is your worthless daughter coming?
finally on the island?

Keep my daughter out of this.
I don't need anyone.

Nice for you. See you,
when I've cooked again.

Haris...

Thanks.

Will you… come back tomorrow?

-Can I speak to you?
-Naturally.

-We should write a text.
-Which no one did.

I don't know if he's any good.
He's a bit strange.

I like him. I thought about it
a melody, but I couldn't think of anything.

-I'll read it and let you know.
-OK. Thanks.

There's someone waiting.

Yes, thanks. Bye.

Thanos is a good boy
and a washcloth.

He comes from Athens.

He is studying medicine
and is the perfect groom.

He likes my sister. He doesn't know
that she is in love with someone else.

I find it calming,
that others also deny their feelings.

Your father invited him back.

Even if he didn't feel like it,
he can't cancel.

-Do you mind?
-No. Why should it?

-Did he read the text? What said?
-Nothing. He didn't like it.

Or the opposite.

What will you wear?

Try. From Chile. They have the best.
A customer supplies me.

This is Carménère, pure variety.

You have to let him breathe for two hours,
before you try it.

Orestis, how does it sound to you,
when everyone calls you “teacher”?

-Funny, because that's not me.
-"Maestro" would be better.

You're probably thinking, "He teaches music,
so he must be a teacher."

-It's okay. I like it.
-Some wine, dear?

-No.
-He doesn't like him, he's leaving soon.

-But. He is outstanding.
-Why should he leave?

I don't want to go.

-Can I get something?
-No.

We have you
still not shown the island.

-We'll do that soon.
-OK.

The other side of the island
and Andipaxos are magical.

The weather is wonderful,
the beaches are empty.

Have a drink with us, love.

You shouldn't mix pills and wine.

Put the cell phone away.

Maestro, you already have a new talent
discovered in your class?

I have, and not just one.
But they need time.

Good luck.

This place was once full of music.
Today he's just sad.

Closed shops, closed bars,
people are locked up, masks...

If that's not sad.

Depressed people like it.

-True.
-What do you think?

It was difficult for the whole world
not just for us.

-Klelia, your text was great.
-What did she write?

-The lyrics for a song.
-Well done, Klelia.

-Well done, sister.
-Great!

And? What are you doing with it?

We compose music for it.

I tried around
but with everything that was going on...

What was going on?

-Nothing?
-He means the thing with Maria.

Yes, very tragic.

Be careful, it's a special case...

That guy will ruin our family.
And my sister him.

He doesn't know what's in store for him.

In any case, it won't end well.

Hello!

-Thanos, my boy!
-Thanos.

-I met your mom earlier.
-Yes, she told me.

-Are you eating with us?
-Yes.

-They are waiting for us.
-Oh yes, that's right.

-Where do you want to go?
-A date.

-With who?
-Lina.

OK. All right then.

-Good night, Orestis.
-Bye, guys.

-Take care!
-And keep your distance.

Great advice for teenagers.
"Keep your distance."

-Something like that too.
-Klelia is in love with Thanos.

-He is definitely in love with her.
-He's nice.

-Who is Lina?
-No idea.

I hope it works.

But I have little hope.

Fanis, drink your wine,
and don't worry.

-Would you like something?
-Yes.

-May I?
-Naturally. As much as you want.

-Ms Haris, it tastes fantastic.
-And dessert first.

That's coming soon.

-There is dessert?
-But of course.

-From Ms. Litsa.
-Ice cream.

-Ice cream?
-Yours should be the best.

-Peanut.
-True, but we...

You're right.

This is my hiding place.
What do you call it again?

Man cave.

That's right, a man cave. Naturally!

-Access prohibited for all others.
-A very nice room.

You already have
looking for a place to hide?

-Yes.
-This is my hiding place.

Try it.

An Italian, born in 1968.

As you can see, I'm obsessed.

Very good.

I'm constantly looking for ways
to make my life more interesting.

You're lucky to be so free.

If you don't like a place, you leave.

A luxury for people our age.

-It wasn't always like that.
-If you're here, you've made it.

Do you know how hard it is?

Can I introduce myself.

My marriage is difficult.

My children don't like me.

And I keep asking myself:

"Am I really that guy?
When did I become so unfree?"

Friendless. So alone...

-I'm so sorry.
-No worries. This happens all the time.

-That causes stains. And the glass...
-It's okay. Do not worry.

Am I disturbing you?

I just say goodnight.

Hello, dear.

-I made a mess.
-No, it's my fault.

It's okay, that happens every now and then.
Orestis, leave it alone.

-Yeah, okay.
-I'll clean it up tomorrow. Let's go out.

-Come.
-I'm so sorry.

No problem.

-I'm sorry.
-No, it's up to me.

-Are you moving too fast?
-No, I'm just tense.

I understand that.

Is there anyone else?

No, no one.

I like you very much.
We're not in a hurry.

So, there is
"asexual, pansexual, transsexual,

pangender, transgender,
gay, bisexual, heterosexual"

and finally “questioning”.
Are you serious?

I don't understand half of it.
Really confusing.

If I had to choose,
then “questioning”.

Do you want to kiss me?

-You're good at kissing.
-Real?

I wouldn't like to be one of the girls
with those idiots over there.

-Are you jealous of her?
-Yes.

-How many get laid?
-Enough.

-Are you stoned?
-Yes.

Touch her. Come on, touch it.

Kiss me again.

Police!

Run or they'll arrest us!

And that was almost
my first time with a woman.

I don't know if it was good,
but at least I had a hard-on.

But then again I would be
maybe even more confused. Where was Spyros?

He's not there.

-How are you, darling?
-Mom, I told you, I'm fine.

-And you? Let's see.
-I'm doing well too. Sit down.

Sit down. Now that you're here,
I'm fine. Did you eat?

I didn't know you'd be so late.

Giouvetsi. I know you like her.

-How is Yianna?
-When is he coming back?

I don't know it. Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

He went to Italy. He has there
to do business. Didn't he call?

He's sorry.
He lost his temper in his intoxication.

It will never happen again, Spyros.
He doesn't know what he's doing.

He promised… never to drink again.

There are even pills that help with this.

How is Yianna?

My child shouldn't suffer.

-What do I do?
-Throw him out.

I can't.

It would be better if he were dead.

Try the meat.

Everything will be fine.

You'll see.

CALL SPYROS

I invite him in, we sleep together
and drink coffee in the morning.

I will be happy.
That's what lovers do.

People who are afraid close themselves off.

CALL TERMINATED

And one, two, three...

It has to be soft, relaxed.

Something like that?

Not quite.
But we can keep the melody.

Let's play together.

Very good. And the strings
can start here, the refrain...

Go ahead.

-Do you really think it's good?
-Very good.

Thanks.

-Wrote it yourself?
-Does it sound too precocious?

-Not at all.
-Haris helped.

Klelia, what do you want?
start with your life?

-Should you ask me this for dad?
-No.

-I'm counting the days until I can leave.
-What do you want to do?

Are you serious about playing the piano?

I'm serious about it now.

-Was your life in Athens good?
-No.

-It will be mine.
-Hopefully.

You don't look 46.

But I am.

That's enough for today.

Okay... I'll write it down

and get in touch. I think it will be fine.

-You're not making it easy for me.
-What?

-Hi.
-Welcome.

-How are you doing?
-OK.

I just wanted to take a quick look
how you are doing.

-We're fine, thank you.
-Spyros?

I'm doing much better.

And the motorcycle? Repaired?

Yes, everything is fine.

He was lucky
that the injury was not serious.

And even more so that you were there.

I wanted to stop by
and thank you.

Is not necessary.

This is the teacher, Spyros
found when he fell off the motorcycle.

He drove him to the doctor.

Ah yes.

Thank you.

We know each other. My name is Orestis.

Maria and Spyros told me.

I was traveling on business.
Thank God everything is fine.

-Your son was lucky.
-I don't like motorcycles.

-But that's how it is.
-You have to be careful.

I've said it many times.
Nobody listens to me.

But he is an adult
and should be more careful.

Would you like something? Something to take away?

No thanks.

-I wanted to ask something else.
-What?

It's about the music festival
and the samples.

I would like you to help me organize
and help with rehearsals.

-And Spyros…
-He has nothing to do with music.

Yes, but with setting up.
He is said to be very good at it.

I would like his help.
Is that a problem?

-What's that supposed to mean?
-I want to talk.

-Knock.
-You always lock up to jerk off.

-Shame on you.
-We all do it.

I have to tell you something important,
so be careful.

-Don't talk to me like that.
-It's not easy for me.

-What is that?
-Mine. Will you read it?

No, not interested.

-Do me a favor.
-Why?

So you know you're not alone.

And you shouldn't be ashamed,
just because I'm a woman.

And change your PIN.
And don't leave it lying around.

-If they find it, there will be trouble.
-You bitch!

Who gives you the right
to take my cell phone?

Open the door! I'm claustrophobic!
I could die! I'm suing you!

Anthony, what is that?

Our home.

That's how my sister and I came
closer to us. We found something in common.

MAESTRO IN BLUE

Subtitles by: Tanja Ekkert