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Hello, babes!

I'm Yianna from Lakka.

This is the first Lakka Blonde podcast

in a series where we'll be discussing hot topics that concern all of us.

You can find me on Instagram under @lakablonde

and on YouTube under Paxos LakaBlonde Dreamer,

and make sure to subscribe.

I have no doubt that these podcasts will be a hit

among Greeks living abroad too,

since my goal is

for my show to be more international.

It was a serious crime.

Mr. Kouvas, I have no reason to lie to you.

And I came here at once.

Life is perfect on my lovely phone.

Much better than reality.

I post faster than most people can think.

I'm going out with the hottest guy on the island.

And, spoiler alert, we plan to get married!

Followers, I couldn't ask for anything more in my life.

However, I'm doing these podcasts because I'm deeply worried

about these times and what's happening around us.

Do we live in the age of the talentless?

Is talent disregarded?

No! Actually, it's better not to say that.

Delete.

Get out of here.

Mom?

Would you mind if I broke up?

Yes, of course.

Why? What happened?

Oh my! What are you talking about?

Do you want to break up?

No.

Then, forget about it.

But what if he wants to leave?

Make sure you keep him.

Mom?

At least, do you know that I'm not stupid?

Yes, my love. But you fake it perfectly.

That's what people want.

Look at the state of our world.

How else will you survive? It's all bullshit.

- Hello. - Hello.

You're the policeman from Corfu.

Right.

I'm Yianna. Spyros's fianc�e.

Hi, Yianna.

- I wanted to talk to you. - Sure.

Come inside.

One night, when I was on my way back home...

he followed me and then tried to rape me.

He didn't succeed.

Charalambos was a very disgusting man.

He only hurt people.

- Why didn't you go to the police? - To say what?

I'd be ridiculed. They'd say I'm stupid and that I was asking for it.

Have you talked to anyone about this?

Not to Spyros.

Only his mother knows.

Do you think she did it?

Mrs. Maria?

She couldn't even hurt a fly.

Why are you telling me this?

Is it relevant to his death?

I don't know.

Do you suspect anyone?

You love Spyros.

Very much.

And I don't want to lose him.

He'd never do this. He's not strong enough.

That's what I came to tell you. He didn't do it.

Antonis and Spyros are friends.

Right?

Do you all hang out together?

No.

I was never very close to Antonis.

Or to his sister.

Everyone thinks of me as Spyros's stupid girlfriend.

But you're not.

Yianna,

it's as if you're trying to tell me something.

Do you think it was that side that did something?

Yes.

You don't like Antonis at all.

No.

Stop looking in our house.

Look in theirs.

I have to go.

Bye.

You have to get up.

Fanis. How are you?

Look what we caught. Isn't it great?

Sorry for being late. We seamen can lose track of time.

Go. We'll cook it later.

Very good.

Well done.

Is he breathing down your neck?

You're the mayor.

The fish stinks from the head.

I'm kidding, man.

Would I ever doubt your family?

When are we going to have dinner with Sofia?

- Cheers. To our health. - Cheers.

CHAPTER II

Can you see it?

This is a lighter color.

It looks great on me. It highlights my cute, delicate features.

So it's time now,

my lovely people,

my lovely creatures, my lovely beings,

to see some small tips, some products, and styling tools

that I use for my hair care.

With this hair routine, I promise you, girls,

that you can transform from a little butterfly into a real queen.

Yes!

Let's start with how important brushing is.

Girls,

I brush my hair with this hairbrush.

I want to let you know

that after my cell phone, this is my second favorite possession.

Girls, it works wonders.

It's from Kiki's Lounge.

Yes, my show contains product placement.

Let's move on to the mask.

Many of you think that we can use it just once a week.

But that's a suburban legend.

It's not true.

Mrs. Maria, I thought that you were at the school.

What's all that? Who are you talking to?

I'm making an Instagram video.

I post my videos for the subscribers.

It's like a cultural show.

Can I interview you? You can talk about the festival.

This type of communication doesn't interest me.

- Why? - It's a little fake, dear.

Yeah. While all of you are very honest.

Yianna,

I once told you some things, and you didn't listen.

What are you doing?

What am I doing?

With your life.

My life is fine.

Yes, Spyros and I may have some issues,

but soon everything will go back to normal.

It was never normal.

You just wanted to see it that way.

That's what I did too.

I know you. I've been you.

See where it got me?

Mrs. Maria?

Spyros and I aren't like you and your husband.

No.

But you don't have to get beaten up to be unhappy.

All these videos and this Instagram stuff are really cute.

But are they worth denying what's going on inside of you?

Really? What's going on inside me?

You're not happy, Yianna. That's what's going on.

And you were really hurt by what that monster tried to do to you.

I'm here to help you with anything you need.

But don't waste your time asking Spyros to be someone else.

He's not.

You'll always defend Spyros, right?

You're wrong.

I'm trying to protect both of you.

You're throwing away the best years of your life.

This last part was very good.

Can I say it to my followers?

Go ahead.

As long as you've realized it.

It's your fault.

If your son wasn't like that, he wouldn't make our lives difficult.

"If he wasn't like that"?

Like what?

What a shame!

You're too young to think this way.

I guess you're too ashamed to share these thoughts with your follows.

Where were we?

Right. Conditioner.

Attention, guys.

After washing your hair twice,

make sure to always use conditioner

to seal the hair cuticles.

That will hydrate...

I can't do it.

- New spot? - I'm not going back to the ruins.

You have nothing to worry about. He has nothing else to look for.

This won't stop.

As long as I'm here, I promise that you'll be okay.

Spyros...

What if I told that cop the truth?

What the fuck are you saying? Why would you?

Maybe this would end everything.

We've gotten so many people in trouble. We've risked so much.

Do you want to ruin everything?

Are you serious?

Will you go to Athens?

At some point, I guess. I have to, right?

I don't want you to leave.

Why would I stay here?

I don't want to live the way you do.

Yianna knows about us.

All the Ionian Islands know about us. Wouldn't Yianna?

I know I have to leave her.

But she was there for me when I needed her.

You had left.

You made me leave.

Yes.

And I really regretted it.

Did you meet anyone in Athens?

Yes.

Is it serious?

I'd like it to be.

What's stopping you?

You, you asshole!

You and your fucking syndromes, hick.

You're stuck here like a peasant, afraid of leaving his village.

Bumpkin, yokel.

Still wearing that chain like a badge of honor.

True. Give it to me.

Neanderthal! And you wanted to be an architect!

I bet you haven't even been on a fifth floor! You're a caveman!

The island is nicer when you're here.

Fuck, it's still as good.

I missed you.

Hi, Grandma!

Oh, really?

You remembered that you have a home and came to see me?

This is unacceptable!

You haven't spent a single night here!

I need your help with the festival.

Do you hear me?

You and your brother have both abandoned me.

I can't do it alone.

Since we have to pretend that everything is normal, come help me.

How can Maria and I do everything by ourselves?

See you, Grandma!

The nerve!

So immature.

I'm jealous.

I didn't come here to tell you

what you should listen to and what you should enjoy.

But I want to tell you that there is hidden beauty

throughout the spectrum of music and song.

If you travel, if you get to know,

you can discover treasures.

The beauty of music can make you cry.

Don't be fooled.

To be able to say that you choose what you listen to,

you first have to get to know,

to listen,

and then to choose.

To be beautiful, the world needs everything.

A wise person said that. Can't remember who.

What if I only like folk music?

Why wouldn't you like it, dear?

But have you listened to anything else?

Could there be other things you'd also like?

Who said that we only like one thing in music?

Won't Mr. Orestis come this year?

We'll ask him, and if he wants to... But I don't think he will.

Why? Am I not good enough?

Okay, let's move on.

Enough theory. Time for action.

We need a schedule for the festival.

I'm glad you like folk.

Make a suggestion, and we'll consider it.

Time for you to leave. The choir is coming for a rehearsal.

Go, please. Quickly.

The choir can come in now!

The choir! Come in, please.

- Hello, Mrs. Haris. - Hi, Orestis.

Thank you for coming.

How are things here?

Well, you were better at it.

As long as you have Mrs. Maria, you have nothing to fear.

With all these horrible things going on,

I'm trying to find a way to escape.

Good for you.

You and I haven't really talked.

You had no reason to get involved with all of us here.

I know that you did it for Klelia.

And that you're still here for Klelia.

Isn't it amazing how we can't get over some things

if we don't experience them?

She doesn't come home at night.

But I like the fact

that two people, amid all this chaos,

find some space, even if for a short while,

to be alone, away from everyone, peacefully.

Will you let me go on for long?

What can I say?

I want to sing again.

- That explains the long intro. - Yes.

And I need your help.

Mrs. Haris, I think we have more important things to worry about.

Yes, we do.

We better keep a low profile. And I don't know how long I'll be staying.

As you wish.

You were exceptional that time, and you'll be the same the next one.

With or without me.

Maybe it was the first time in my life that I was so real in something.

And yes.

I have much more important things to worry about.

But I won't let them take this away from me.

No pressure.

But if you change your mind, I'd like your help

for as long as you're here.

Okay.

- Are you taking care of her? - What do you think?

That you may be taking a break from your life in Athens,

and after that...

It's not like that.

I hope so.

- Which song will you sing? - I have no idea.

Oh!

I see you've put on some weight too.

I was sure she'd ask something like that.

- I told her no. - But you're considering it.

I don't know.

She said for as long as I'm here. And only if I want to.

How long will you be here?

Is this a practical or an investigative question?

Both.

For as long as I have to. And then?

Then what?

I'm saying what you're thinking.

What do we do then?

Listen.

I don't want to lose you again. That's my answer.

But I have to leave at some point.

I miss my daughter. I can't be away for long.

Is that something you can handle?

I want to go to Athens too.

- That's not what I asked. - Yes, I think I can.

I like us living here, but I know your mind is there.

Okay. So when we're back in Athens,

we'll find a way to be together, without any drama.

Is that good enough?

Your queen will talk to you about love today.

Which my very wise friends abroad call "being in love."

Because you go all in. In.

At the same time I'll be applying a foundation to die for.

So... Nowadays, love has changed, guys.

It's no longer melodramatic, idyllic, with nice images and butterflies. No!

Love is harsh today.

It's more porn. More gangsta.

The cheesy movies we used to watch now make us puke.

It's easier to use the app, to click, to swipe,

than to fall in love.

Unless you're a boomer.

Or a dinosaur.

ORESTIS NOTIFICATION

"CHAOS" - TAVIANI

Let's take it from the beginning.

We can say that Charalambos and his family were well-known--

- Do you have your horn here? - Excuse me?

Have you brought your horn from Corfu?

- Yes, why? - Can you lend it to me for today?

I'm in the middle of a conversation.

I'm working here.

Hi, Apostolos.

I'm sorry, but the orchestra is rehearsing, and we're missing a horn.

I don't want you to play. Just to lend it to us!

I'm sorry, I can't lend it to you.

Very well.

- Bye, Apostolos. - Goodbye.

What a shitty person.

Psst!

Come here. Give this to Haris.

Your presence here is becoming annoying.

Many residents are complaining

that your questions are making them uncomfortable.

I don't see the use of asking everyone the same questions again and again.

Oh, I apologize.

I hadn't realized I was making people uncomfortable.

Everyone was very polite and cooperative.

- Did you pass by the school today? - Yes, but I didn't go in.

I was asked to lend them my horn.

- A horn? - Yes.

You know,

I love music

and I'm in the Mikis Theodorakis Symphony Orchestra.

With the festival coming up,

Mrs. Haris asked me to lend them my horn for a rehearsal,

so I went by.

- My mother-in-law? - Yes.

- What are you saying? - She asked me for my horn.

To be honest, it was hard for me, as I'm very fond of it.

But we cannot stand in her way.

What she's doing is very important.

Mr. Kouvas,

when will you conclude the investigation?

As soon as I find Charalambos's killer.

What if you don't find them?

I'll have to file the case.

But I'm on the right track.

- Do you want to fill me in? - No.

Then, could you please tell me

how long you'll need my children here?

I'm entitled to know that much, right?

Not much longer.

But it seems to me

that your children are here because of their relationships.

Klelia with Mr. Emmanuel, and Antonis with Spyros.

What is this? Are you insulting my children?

No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to insult anyone.

I take it back. It's just that I talked to Mr. Emmanuel,

and he was open about their relationship, so I thought it was okay to mention it.

And Spyros's fianc�e talked to me.

- She said-- - Yianna?

Yianna, yes.

She's not very fond of your son's friendship with Spyros.

That's how I realized that there is some rivalry between them.

- Can we switch to a first-name basis? - Sure.

Are you mocking me?

I'm doing my job.

So please let me do it without interfering.

Unless you're hiding something.

Which you should tell me.

- You don't want me against you. - I'd rather have you on my side.

Mr. Milonas, have a good day.

If I have any updates, I'll let you know.

Formality suits us better after all.

I agree.

And sorry for the tension. I'm under a lot of pressure.

Goodbye.

We went to the cave this morning.

It was fantastic.

Vasilis? Yes.

We really enjoyed it.

We should all go together.

Yes, let's go have dinner.

Go somewhere different.

Honey!

You're back.

We have visitors.

They rented a villa on the island for a few days.

- Hello. - I didn't know you were...

We just stopped by for a glass of wine.

He wanted to see the house.

It's a beautiful house.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

I've seen it before.

- Last time, for the interview. - Yeah, right.

Take a seat!

- Honey, would you like a drink? - Yes, a glass of wine, honey.

What do you think of the island, Giovanni?

Fantastic.

Amazing.

Did you visit Antipaxos?

Not yet, but we will. Tomorrow? The day after?

- Let's see. - We heard it may be cloudy.

Cheers. Thank you.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Cheers.

He came to our house. To our house!

He threatened our children, and you do nothing?

- I'm trying. - You're trying?

Really? You asshole!

You only care about your business.

You're playing us for fools!

Do you have a better suggestion? Stop playing the fucking victim.

We set it all up together. You're just as bad as I am!

But you don't want to get your hands dirty!

- Dad? - Antonis, go away. I'm not in the mood.

What happened? Who were those people?

For fuck's sake, go. Don't you get it?

Come on. Get out of here!

You've all fucked me!

I'm trying to save you, and you're all looking out for yourselves!

You and your fucking boyfriend

have caused all this.

And tell him to put a leash on his girlfriend

who's been talking to that fucking cop.

Do you realize what you've gotten me into?

How much longer can I protect you?

Get out of here.

Go!

I'm getting tons of comments saying you're having family issues.

I think that a lot of them

are due to people's diets nowadays.

The solution?

Veganism.

There are studies showing that vegans

have a lower rate of conflicts

and family crises.

Our intestine is directly connected

to our mental state

and the chakras of family serenity.

I've got some foods here

that will help you deal with any problems at home

more optimistically and slippery.

Oats.

- What did you tell that cop? - What?

Yianna, tell me or I'll lose my shit.

That you and your mother have nothing to do with his death.

And what else?

My opinion.

- That Antonis's family is involved. - Why did you do that?

Because I want Antonis to leave.

- I'm sick of being your backup. - Why do you stay?

- Because I love you? - Bullshit!

You guilt-trip me so that I stay here with you!

- Did I know you wanted to leave? - You didn't care!

You know everything!

And you went and told that cop all that bullshit to get revenge?

- How could you? - Didn't you ask me to live with you?

How long can I stay silent while I know you're seeing Antonis?

You've shut me out completely!

I don't even know what happened to your father!

- How stupid do you want me to be? - I didn't ask you to.

You chose to play the part.

You've become a laughingstock with this shit.

I just wanted some attention!

You don't give a shit about me. Did you ever include me in anything?

But you don't want to! You don't want me the way I am!

Whenever I tried to talk to you, you wanted me to pretend and feel guilty.

Our relationship is like the crap you post. Fake.

It would be easier to admit that you're a faggot than blame it on me!

Spyros!

Get out!

Get out of here now!

Go!

Fuck!

It's okay. Thank you.

He didn't mean to.

But he did it. And it's not the first time.

Maybe it's my fault.

- You're right. - No.

But if you really love him, get out of here.

What kind of love is this?

I can't take it anymore.

I'm sorry, Antonis, if I was a little abrupt at the ruins.

I get carried away sometimes when working.

- I shouldn't have intimidated you. - It's okay.

I haven't found the gun, and things are becoming complicated.

I want this to be over too.

To be honest,

I'd rather be here as a tourist than for the investigation.

Antonis, what's your relationship with Yianna?

We've known each other for a long time, but we're not close.

She seems to believe

that Mrs. Maria and Spyros have nothing to do with the murder.

But they're engaged. It's to be expected.

I agree with her.

Who would you suspect?

It was either the family

or someone settling a score.

Probably the latter.

Did you ever notice anything?

No, but Charalambos was that kind of man.

I've realized he was an awful man.

I'm trying to piece the puzzle together.

You're all connected to each other in some way.

That's how it goes in small places.

- What do you do in Athens? - I want to study.

Something related to your father's business?

No.

Music.

That's my boy! Talent runs in the family.

Well done. I heard you were exceptional last year at the festival.

So who will take over your father's business?

Not me.

- Hey! - I was calling you!

Would it be foolish to give my music to be played at the festival?

Yes.

- Why? - You should give it to someone in Athens.

It's very good. You should take it seriously.

But if it's played here, I could see what it sounds like.

No?

I don't know if us being here is right.

Wait. What happened?

Klelia?

This is beautiful. But I can't pretend that nothing has happened at home.

Hello, Antonis.

Michalis?

I don't even know your last name.

- Everyone calls you "the doctor." - Ekonomou.

- Does this change anything? - No.

- Do you and my mother live here? - Yes.

- I wasn't happy about you two. - Can't blame you.

But thanks for looking after her.

Do you really love her?

Yes.

Is that why you haven't talked to the police?

Yes.

What if I told you that I want you to?

You'd be helping all of us.

How would that help?

She's dependent on him. And it's bad for her.

And now, because of me,

she's still in trouble.

Not just her. You, Orestis, everyone.

Covering for me means covering for my father.

Why don't you go to the police?

Because I'm scared.

We may be scared of the same thing.

She's a grown woman. Let her decide for herself.

I feel a bit uncomfortable.

He was going to kill him.

That's why I did it. I'm sorry I got you in trouble.

I know.

Antonis?

Hi.

- I asked him to come here. Is it okay? - Of course. I'm glad you did.

- I'm off. I don't want to intrude. - Stay if you want. I've brought some food.

Why don't you stay for lunch?

I don't think I'll stay after all.

I'm not hungry. I better leave. Sorry.

- What's the matter? - Nothing. Really.

I have to go home. I'm meeting Klelia.

- I don't want to stay. - Okay.

Michalis,

thank you very much.

And I'm sorry.

- Hi, Antonis. - Is Spyros here?

No. What happened?

Nothing.

Ask him to call me, please. His phone is off.

Come inside.

- No, it's okay. It's not... - Antonis.

Come inside. Now.

I'm on my own.

I'm under a lot of pressure.

Things are weird at home.

I didn't want to go to my grandma's,

I didn't want to...

You can tell me.

I'm very confused.

I don't know what to do.

I've fucked up everyone's life.

Antonis, listen carefully.

Spyros is alive thanks to you.

And I'll never forget that.

Be patient. It will all pass.

It's not your fault.

Neither you nor Spyros are to blame.

We are to blame.

Us.

And the way we were brought up.

So don't worry.

You have your whole future ahead of you.

I'm here.

I'm next to you.

Thank you.

Ideally, I'd like to ask you to leave the island.

But I can't do that.

And I know you won't back down.

I just wanted you to know

that it tears me apart to see them under so much pressure.

But it's not just my grandson

and everyone else who is entangled with each other.

You are too.

With me.

Am I wrong?

No.

- All the time-- - Yeah, like always.

- What? - Wait and see now.

Now? She's singing.

Hello.

- When did you get here? - Just now.

I got a taxi from the port.

Didn't Kouvas tell you he asked me to come?

No. Couldn't you have told me?

- Hi, Klelia. - Hello.

I thought you'd want to see your child.

Sorry, Klelia. I meant the other child.

- Where is she? - Inside. Sleeping.

Come on. Go.

- How are you, Klelia? - Fine, and you?

You can stay. I'll be sleeping in another room.

It's okay. I understand.

I'm sorry.

You have to see your child. It's really okay.

I'm sorry.

You didn't waste any time.

You picked up where you left off.

Very sweet of you.

At least I don't feel paranoid.

I feel sorry for that girl. She's so in love.

I can't believe I came back here.

You should have told him that you couldn't come.

You should have done the same.

But you didn't.

"Go"?

She told you, "Go"?

She allowed you to see your child?

Alexandra,

we've signed the divorce papers.

I did everything you asked.

I promise you that you and the kid will stay out of it.

He knows we're divorced.

So this will soon be over, and I'll be out of here.

Be careful what you say to him.

Don't do anything that will harm the child.

I'm not you.

Go wake her up. Or she won't sleep at night.

And hold her.

I'm sure you've missed her. I came for her too.

Something was bound to happen.

Took longer than I thought.

I have nothing to say to you today.

Many comments say that these videos are stupid.

Maybe they are.

But that's how I have company.

Everything is easier in here.

Out there, real life is unbearable.

And I'm so scared.

That I'll be alone.

But I just end up feeling more alone.

And more miserable.

I don't know how it's possible.

I was told it was a way to connect.

It's a shame.

MAESTRO IN BLUE

This is for the policeman.

And whoever else you have to pay.

So that they can go away

and let us work.

If anyone else keeps getting involved,

I'll have to find another way.

I'm sure that won't be necessary.

Don't mind him. He's a bit out of it.

He came to our house. To our house!

He threatened our children, and you do nothing?

- What can I do? - Find a way.

- I'm trying. - You're trying?

Really? You asshole! You only care about your business.

You're playing us for fools!

Do you have a better suggestion? Stop playing the fucking victim.

We set it all up together.

Go fuck yourself, Fanis.

You're just as bad as I am!

But you don't want to get your hands dirty!

Dad?

Can we be frank?

Of course.

I know about you and Sofia.

I'm not surprised. A lot of people do. How is this related to the case?

I think there are things you're not telling me.

And I've realized that you don't do so

because of your feelings for Sofia.

If you help me catch Fanis

and expose this network,

I promise you that Sofia will stay completely out of it.

And if I say I don't know anything?

Then I'll have to find another way.

But if you've been withholding evidence,

you'll be held responsible.

Michalis, it's Fanis I want.

That's who I'm here for.

I'm well aware of what he does and how he does it.

And I know that there is much more behind Charalambos's death.

It's Fanis I want.

And you can help me.

And help all the others.

Who killed Charalambos?

Antonis.

Subtitle translation by: John Michalis