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the first day of summer
is the sea

the last one, the moon;

Come on.

Konstantinos, give me some.

Honey, you said you weren't hungry.
Now all of a sudden you are?

-Are you doing it on purpose?
-You're the one who's doing it on purpose.

-You're going to eat all that by yourself?
-Yeah, you got a problem with that?

Eat it, okay.

Are you going to eat all that by yourself?

-Come on, give me some.
-Wait.

-You want?
-Yeah.

Will you give me?

-Just a bite?
-Come on, give it to me.

-You'll cut it off by hand, huh?
-Yeah, by hand.

-And you're getting a small bite.
-Yeah.

-I'll take half of it.
-Just a bite, I said.

-Not just a bite! Come on.
-Or not at all.

Okay, just a bite.

-I'll take that much.
-Just a bite.

Are you happy with that?

Keep it.

It's making me feel
a bit sick actually.

-It's really bad.
-Yeah.

Shit.

-Should we spit it out?
-You want it?

You sure?

Where do we spit it out?

It's a shame to spit it out.

-Floats like a turd, see?
-Shut up, you moron.

Hi!

Kisses!

Have fun!

-He's taking pictures of us.
-Of course he is.

Konstantinos!

Come on now!

Okay, put the rod down
and let's go.

You go.

-Let's go help out with the stuff.
-Konstantinos, I can't go.

-Come on!
-Konstantinos, my hand hurts too much.

-Okay.
-Really! I slept on it.

Come on now!

-Did you get these? Take them inside!
-Yeah. What do you mean inside?

On the deck, I mean.

-Don't leave it lying around!
-I won't.

-Konstantinos...
-Come on.

-I didn't bring my water.
-Really?

Come on. Get your panties
before I throw them in the sea.

-Dad?
-Yeah.

What are you doing?

I'm looking for...
I lost the fucking keys.

-The house keys?
-The boat keys.

My back.

We've got to find them
if we want to sail off.

Elsa, do me a favor.

Look under the seats, you miniature.
I can't reach.

-Dad? Mercy.
-No shit!

My beautiful girl.

Come on!

Hey, not so fast!
There's more to carry. Come here.

-Come on, come on.
-What are you doing?

Let's go.

-What?
-Nice?

-Nice.
-Nice?

-Nice!
-That's it.

What's he doing?

-He is sleeping in the sun.
-What?

-He's sleeping in the sun!
-Wake him up!

Dintino?

Come at the helm, you "princess"!

-Come on!
-Later.

-Come on, man! What's he saying?
-Later, he says!

What later? There is no later!
Now. Elsa will get it after.

-After Elsa then.
-Well, your loss.

Come on, man! Come and learn.

My son, my pride.

Easy, you're going to choke me!

Daddy, I'm bored.

What are you eating?

Don't even think
you're going to eat that, too.

A bagel? Yikes!

How much I like

My sweet little boat

The little clouds

The little sea

How much I like

The little wave

Bursting against the railing

The little cicadas

Squawking...

While I sit

On the sandy beach

The seagulls

Flying over the sea

They'll say they love me

I don't want

The end to come

For this summer

I don't want you

To leave me

Oh, alone like a rooster

Come on. Are you pregnant?

You are beautiful,
such a beautiful face.

Don't!

You're disgusting! Ew!

Don't throw up inside the boat.
You made a fucking mess.

Konstantinos.

Dad?

What are you doing?

-Don't. Come on.
-I brought her to keep you company.

-I don't feel very well.
-I know, darling. I know. Come on.

-I'm feeling nauseous.
-I know, sweetheart.

-Come on. I know.
-I can't take it anymore, man.

I know, and I feel for you.

What? If it whips me in the eye
with the tentacle...

Go in, can't any more of your whining.

-Don't push me. I'm going in.
-Come on, come on.

That's it.

-Come on, you stink! Come on, honey.
-I'm scared.

You stink of vomit, honey. Go.

Don't worry, you'll be fine.

-Okay, I'm going in.
-Go and swim like a dolphin.

-Come on.
-Okay.

-Come on, we're with you.
-Dive!

-Dad!
-Wait, let her go.

-Come on, darling, come on.
-I'm going in.

-It's not the first time.
-Hey, come on.

-Count.
-Three, two, one.

Yes! Yes!

That's it.

Yes? Yes?

Konstantinos, you'll drown me!

Do you think we missed it?

What time is it?

-I don't know. We don't have cell phones.
-Right.

What are we doing this for?
Stupid.

-Do you think we missed it?
-Don't ask me again.

There's a woman there.

She's probably waiting too.

Do you think the stop is there
and not here?

Okay, girl.

Excuse me.

Madam, can I ask you something?

-What a nice dress.
-Thank you. Do you like it?

-Very much.
-Thank you.

And it looks great on you.

-Sorry.
-How nice!

I have a lot of these dresses.
I really like them.

Do you have anything
that would suit me?

You? I don't know, do I?
Maybe I do.

I'll see.

I've been told blue and green
really suit me.

So you know.

I must have both green and blue.

But I don't know
if I have brought them with me.

Sorry, forgot to ask
what I mean to ask you.

-Is this the stop?
-The stop?

I don't know, I have no idea.

-Didn't you wait for the bus?
-Wait?

I don't know what I'm waiting for.
I don't know what's in store for me.

-There's no bus today.
-No?

-What happened? Did we miss it?
-The driver's sick.

It must have been
something he ate yesterday.

He's sick and so there's no bus today.

How are we going
to go to the shops now?

-Is there a taxi around here?
-What do you need a taxi for?

You just walk down this road.

-We don't have money for a taxi.
-Right.

Listen to me. It's nothing,
just a 15-minute walk.

I do it every day,
I don't take the bus.

I walk. You're young.

Let's go then.

You didn't even say goodbye.

-Bye.
-Bye.

Summer is here

The sea is so blue

The sand, the waves

And I'll be kissing you

It's summertime
and you're with me

In the sandy beach

It's summertime and I am
into your arms and kissing you

Who knows if we ever fall apart
when the rain and the wild wind come?

It will be summertime again
in our souls and in our hearts

You've grown old.

What are you talking about?
What's coming out of your mouth?

You're so old and wrinkly.

-That's what people do, they get old.
-I don't.

You've grown old too.
You're not young anymore.

I'm very young, indeed.

-You must be over 60.
-You mean 50.

Get out of here. I'm the one turning 50.
In a few years.

-Only fifty?
-Stop it.

Stop it now.

Can I hug you?

-Hug me?
-Can I give you a hug?

Forget it.
You've hugged me enough.

Okay, whatever you say.

-You came by boat? Where are you staying?
-What do you care?

Wow. You're a tough one.
Can't we even talk?

-Me? A tough guy?
-You haven't changed at all.

-Is that bad?
-You're still a tease.

-Why do I have to change?
-What?

Why should I change?

Shouldn't we change?

-No, if we're perfect.
-Nobody is perfect.

-I am perfect.
-You are not.

-Have you changed?
-No one is. What?

Have you changed? You can't hear.
It must be the old age.

Shut up!

Yes, that's what I like to think.
That I've changed for the better.

You'll tell me. After.

-When? There's no after.
-What do you mean?

Don't take after for granted.

Do you want to sit here?

-I can't, I'm busy.
-You're on vacation, aren't you?

What's that supposed to mean?
What do you think, I poop out money?

Are you kidding me?
Didn't we say we'd settle this?

-Don't take it for granted.
-What do you mean?

You want me to prove something to you?

I don't have time for you right now.
I have to go get my worms.

-What worms, you lunatic?
-Some huge worms.

-Ew!
-"Ew", she says.

-You loved eating fish, though.
-You want them for fishing?

How am I going to fish
without worms?

That's why you're busy?

It's not your business.

-Are these worms alive?
-Alive and kicking.

-Those worms you know.
-What?

-Those worms you know well.
-Do I know about worms?

Of course you do.
You know these worms very well.

-Peanut worms.
-Ew, Dad!

-They're called peanut worms.
-What "ew"?

-I love peanuts, but worms disgust me.
-Peanut worm or mother.

-They have two names?
-Yes.

Amazing, imagine being a worm,
be called peanut and look like a cock.

-Or mother.
-The mother with the cock.

What are you talking about?
I don't understand.

You're gonna leave me here to get
some worms. You think I'm stupid?

You bet.

Is this a proper way to treat me?

You're one to talk.

What?

Haven't you grown up at all?

A lesson on growing up from you,
that's rich.

You want us to get into a fight?
Is that what you want?

-Come on, say it.
-What can I say, man?

Here, in the middle of the street,
after all these years?

Let's sit somewhere and have a coffee!

We don't have much to talk about
or drink about.

Just tell me when you want
to see them.

-Are you kidding me?
-What?

You said I shouldn't take it for granted.
Now you're asking when I want to see them.

Make up your mind! You brought me here
to torture me? To get on my nerves?

-Okay, you decide.
-Are you a total pervert, man?

-Come on, tell me.
-Tell you what? I don't know.

I hadn't imagined it like this.

Do they want to? Where are they?

I can't. You're getting on my nerves.
I can't think!

Okay, fine.

-Have you told them I'm here?
-What do you care?

You didn't tell them, did you?
Don't they know?

What do you care
what I do and what I say?

How can you be so sure
they'll want to see me?

-Never mind what they want.
-Don't you care?

I know what they want.

You will tell me
what my children want?

Tell me. I don't have
the whole day ahead of me.

If you don't want to, that's fine.

I don't want it to be this way.
I'm pissed off now.

-Okay, if you don't want to, bye.
-Wait. Give me some time to think!

-Come on, tell me!
-Give me a minute to think.

It's not an easy decision.

You should have already made up your mind.
What are you waiting for?

You're nuts, huh?

You're being too pushy!

I don't know. Tomorrow afternoon?

Are you asking me?

You're driving me crazy.
What do you want me to say?

You're getting on my nerves!
You've got me so mad!

-I'll pluck your eyelashes out!
-Calm down.

You've made me into a mess!
And now you're telling me to calm down.

Anyway.
Tomorrow afternoon, then.

Make sure you come.

Or you'll never see me
or the kids again. Got it?

-That's all you got to say?
-Yes. Bye. Tomorrow, here.

-I'll meet you here?
-Yes, here.

Actually... I forgot.

-Do you have a laptop?
-I do.

-Take this and...
-What's this?

-Have a look and...
-Is that them? On video?

-And if you're a good girl...
-Here we go again!

And if you're a good girl,
you'll meet them in person.

I feel sorry for them.

Elsa, the sun is going down.
The fish will go to sleep.

Let's see if we can catch something.

Konstantinos! Come here.
We're all helping.

-I don't want to.
-You don't have hands?

No way.

If you don't cut some cock worms,
you don't eat fish.

That's not the kind of cock I catch.

What are you looking
at the bait for? Shoot it.

Elsa? Shoot it, girl, it's a worm.
What are you looking at?

I'm happy I saw you. Anna.

-Ew.
-Cut it up and keep quiet.

Or you're going to eat shit today.

-I can't.
-Cut it, man!

My God. I can't.

-Daddy, I think it's biting.
-Pull it.

-Help me. I don't know how to.
-Just grab it and pull it.

-No, you do it, I don't know.
-We won't have anything to eat.

Daddy! It's going to go away!

It's quite simple, honey.
Just pull it.

Not like that, easy.
Easy, girl, easy.

-Come on, I'll show you.
-Okay, take it.

You see it? That's it, easy, easy.

Fishing requires calm movements.
Not like you're doing it.

The little fish shouldn't know
that you've caught it.

Or it will bite the cock
and then swim away. Come on.

Just like I showed you.
Pull, that's it.

-Pull, pull!
-I'm pulling.

-Pull!
-I'm pulling!

-There it is.
-Good job, Elsa, fisherwoman.

-There it is.
-Pull it and let's eat it.

Is that what we're gonna eat?

-What did you expect? A crocodile?
-That's not enough for everyone.

-Should I throw it back?
-Are you nuts? Don't throw food away.

-It's alive, what food are you talking about?
-It's dead.

-What?
-You caught a dead fish.

-What are you talking about?
-Yeah, it's dead.

I've never seen this before.
It's dead.

What did I tell you?

Yeah. You killed it for good.

-Me?
-Yeah. You killed it before its time.

-Take the hook off.
-I can't. You do it, it's dead.

It's dead... Bring it here.

His little heart couldn't take
all the pulling, and it died.

-Poor thing.
-Yes.

Morning! Good morning!

You need to have momentum.

-You're not going to get hurt.
-Like Roquefort?

-You'll be fine.
-You're lying to me so that I can do it?

Let's go eat some traditional
Lefkada island cusine.

-Here we are at a historic...
-Playground.

Oh, God...

-Tell us about them.
-The kids in the hood are like that.

They're not young.
They're 50 when they are born.

I just got what you said.

Their normal age
is two years old.

You're gorgeous on camera.

You're...
We must film a music video.

-And we'll be singing.
-Yeah.

-The panties!
-No, it's not the panties.

Grab it and come on.

It sucks.

Look at this little shit.

-Too bad for the cock worms.
-I don't really feel like eating.

All I can think about
is that I'm going to sleep.

How are we going to sleep?

I want the front.

You want the front?

No way I sleep in the back.

What you want is very different
to what will actually happen, though.

Konstantinos, I can't.
I get claustrophobic.

Okay, let's talk about this.

Didn't I ask you yesterday to let me sleep
in the front, and you said yes?

-I never said yes.
-Oh, good, delusion.

Yesterday, didn't I tell you

I want to sleep in the front,
and you said, yes, of course?

I said of course? Who are you kidding?

-Konstantinos, what you're doing now...
-You do things you don't remember.

It's so pathetic.

-Really? What, am I a liar?
-I said, yes, of course?

-Is that how it happened?
-Darling.

No way you're sleeping in the front.

Oh, yeah? The bed in the back
is too small for me.

-I don't care.
-What?

I didn't choose to be this size and
get claustrophobic. I don't care.

-When did you become claustrophobic?
-I'm short.

Has a doctor certified
that you have claustrophobia?

Do I need a doctor to certify that?

-It's the first time I hear that.
-Dad!

I know you all these years,
and you were never claustrophobic.

-How come you are now?
-I'll sleep in the front. End of story.

-Darling, no!
-Dad, tell him something!

-I don't want to talk about it.
-I'm claustrophobic!

Konstantinos, don't be
such a chick about it. Come on.

You're lucky to have a bed.

Oh, yeah? I could sleep
in the bathroom, no problem.

Do you know where I slept when I was
a kid and working? Chill out, man.

-Eat or it'll get cold.
-You eat.

Everybody just calm down.
Or I won't take you sailing again.

Forget about the boat
and the vacation with Daddy.

Now he's threatening us?

Oh, is that so?
So you're having a bad time.

Fine.

No, Daddy, we're having a great time.
Your pasta is just delicious.

Fuck it.

Me, a fisherman, eating pasta.

There's also some fish for you.
We're only eating pasta.

Come on, son. Here.

-Have some fish.
-No, thanks.

Then what are you bitching about?
Come on.

-Open your mouth.
-No, eat it, eat it.

-Airplane?
-Let him be, he doesn't want.

You whore...

You scumbag.

You little slut.

They'll find you dead.
You got that, you little bitch?

Konstantinos, listen.

Can you hear that?
I'm stretching. I fit perfectly in here.

Good job, you fucking slut.

-Well.
-Come on, go to sleep.

It's your last day, bitch.

You'll die. Love you.

Love you too!

Love you, baby.

Have a nice claustrophobic night.

Fucking slut.

-Hi.
-Hi.

What's your name?

Good morning!

Are you German?

Are you here alone?

What a nice game.

What a nice... What is it?

-Toy.
-Toy.

What's your name?

What?

Ioli? How nice!

That's a nice name.

How old are you?

Five?

Honey, don't do that.

Don't, don't, don't!

Don't, Ioli!

-Don't, honey.
-Are you laughing?

In your face.

-You don't see her there.
-No.

She's not one of the ladies
sitting there?

-No.
-Okay.

-What's going on?
-I don't know.

Hey, listen.

-Can you see your mom anywhere?
-No.

No?

-What do you want?
-I want to put them on.

Step here.

Good. And now put them on.

Good girl.

I usually get an ice-cream

with chocolate frosting and
cookie bits inside, but I can't find it.

-Just get one.
-No, I want the one I like.

-Take this one, let's get it over with!
-I don't like this one. What do you want?

What are we gonna do?

Don't stress me out.

Should I take the rocket
or the one with cookies?

-Really now?
-What do you want me to do?

You think it's the right moment
to be doing this?

What's wrong with you, girl?

What?

I don't know.

What do you mean you don't know?

I don't know.

Where have you been?
For a walk?

You got bored of us
and went for a walk?

-A hug! A hug!
-Mommy can't hold me in her arms.

Mommy can't, yes.
I'm stronger than mommy.

-Hi. Konstantinos.
-Hi, nice to meet you.

This is where we found her.
She was sitting looking at us.

Did you walk to the beach
on your own?

You wanted to go into the sea?
To sunbathe?

-We're staying over there.
-Oh, okay.

-It's our dad's, it's not ours.
-Nice.

Speak of the devil.

-Your dad?
-Yeah, the one in the dinghy.

He's rowing, because he doesn't want
to spend money on the gas.

Ioli, did you see
the gentleman on the boat?

He's their dad.
See how he's rowing?

-He's mad.
-Mad?

He's always mad at something.

What's he saying?

He'll be here in a couple of hours.

-He looks like a very happy man.
-Yeah, yeah, very happy.

Daddy is sweet.

Fucking hell.

Get a bag.

Did you catch a fish
or are we having pasta again?

-Leave me alone.
-Okay, I was just kidding.

-Get on the boat and stop talking.
-Where?

-Come on!
-Dad, there's water.

-It's deflating.
-It's deflating?

-Are we going to sink?
-There must be a hole. I don't know.

Come on, get in.

My Daddy!

Daddy, fisherman.

Fishermen catch a fish.
They don't just eat pasta.

Didn't we get water?
Okay. Fuck it.

Daisy.

Daisy.

She's responding.

-Turn off the light.
-What's wrong, love?

-Open your mouth.
-She's not hungry.

Have a good summer, guys.

Take your nails away, man.

Bring the groceries inside
before they go off!

-The fruit?
-Don't make me say it again.

-You're leaving?
-Yeah, why?

Where are you going?

-To buy some bait.
-You're lying.

More bait?

-What do you want?
-Nothing, just asking.

-Take your nails away.
-Is she still alive?

He's so grumpy.

Here. Hold on to this.

-Did you hear something?
-What?

-Did you hear something?
-No.

I can hear something.

Ahoy! Come here!

-How?
-Our Dad will bring you.

How? Are they going to
wait for him to come back?

Our Dad will bring you!

-He can't. Will they wait for him?
-Yeah, that's right.

-Ahoy! Come tomorrow!
-Okay!

Our Dad will bring you
tomorrow, okay?

Okay!

I found a trick.

-I got it.
-Wash my eyes.

Squeeze that bag.

Squeeze it.

Come on.

-Come on, Miss.
-Thank you.

Oops.

Are you going up or me first?

Tell me.

Okay? Anything else?

-Thank you very much.
-Bye, Daddy.

Tight lines!

-What?
-Are you serious?

Are you out of your mind, girl?
Doing it on purpose?

What did I do?

-She's old.
-She's an old lady.

-It's the little grandma.
-Big little grandma.

We've had her since we were babies.
They normally grow up, but she's a midget.

Daisy's not getting any bigger.
She'll always look like a baby.

Hello, Daisy.

She's very nice.

You're such a big girl!

-Dad?
-That was so mean.

-Who's Dad?
-The one who brought you here.

Mr. Babis
who brought us by boat.

-Is she hot?
-Yes.

But Daisy is the best retired turtle.

-How old is she?
-As old as we are.

-This?
-No, the octopus.

-Where?
-In the nose.

-You just want me to be ugly.
-No. Give me some.

-It won't stay there for long.
-You like it now?

-Yeah, I like it.
-Do I look good now?

Look at her.

I got a schnozz!

Don't take it off, it's nice.

Okay. I'll keep it.

This hand comes out better.

Shall we remove the polish
from the other one and do it again?

-No.
-No?

Are you gonna paint yours?

-I'll paint Konstantinos' nails.
-Will you?

-No, I won't.
-No, you.

-Maybe.
-Don't move, Ioli.

-We'll do it together.
-Come on, I'll paint yours.

I don't want to.
He's gonna kill me.

-Relax, man.
-Next time.

Daddy's won't do you anything to you.

He's gonna pull my fingers off
one by one.

Blow now. Blow.

Turn it around.

-Now it's his turn.
-You must wait till they dry.

Are you gonna paint his?

Later, when he feels like it.
We can't force him.

Now.

Perfect.

-Should we do the other hand too?
-Yes.

Wait a minute.
Blow this one dry a little bit.

You look good.

-You've put too much.
-What did you do to him, Ioli?

I burst one!

Look how many!

They're flying off to the land.

They're getting blown away.

They go in your face?

I want to do it inside.

Yeah, if we do it inside,
they won't go up to the sky.

And these fly up to the sky.

Did you see her?

Yes, she's over there!
Everybody! Run this way!

Fuck you, asshole.

Fuck you, fucking shit!

Fuck you.

Fuck it. Three, man.

Three, motherfucker.
You had to take all three?

Go fuck yourself.

-Did it bite me?
-Yes.

-Can you scratch it?
-Yes.

-Scratch, scratch, scratch.
-It's red.

-I can't reach it.
-It's here.

-Scratch me.
-Again.

It's red.

What are we having for dinner?

I'll have a word with you later.

Ready?

-Did you clean inside?
-Yeah.

Good job, Konstantinos.

Go get some rest now.

See now how your nails look
when you work?

While when you paint them...

-It's better like this, isn't it?
-Can I eat?

Of course you can.
Who am I to stop you?

-Did you remove the nail polish?
-Yes, I didn't like it after all.

Why? It looked so nice on you.

-Really?
-Yes, love, of course.

-When did you do it?
-Yesterday.

How?

I peeled it off.

Why?

-You left your nail polish on the boat.
-It's okay, you can keep it.

-Come by later and I'll give it to you.
-No, keep it. I've got plenty.

Okay, thanks.

Is this your first time here?

No.

We used to come when we were kids
with our mom and dad.

-Oh, nice. Sailing?
-Yes.

Nonsense! We were older when we started
coming here on the sailing boat.

-Mom was gone.
-You don't say where to?

Our mom left us.

-She went to buy cigarettes.
-Oh, nice.

It's okay, we got over it.

-How can you get over something like this?
-It's easy.

Honestly.

-Cigarettes did my mother in.
-What?

-Cigarettes did my mother in.
-What?

-Seriously? She died?
-Yes, but I was very young.

I was younger than Ioli.

Okay.

I didn't really understand much.
I thought she vanished.

That she ran away? Like ours?

No, I just didn't know
what death was.

I thought the nurses found
her bed empty in the hospital.

I thought that when you die
you just disappear.

Okay...

-What is this?
-Crazy, right?

It's a shell that's broken.

A royal shell.

-I found one more stone.
-Let me see? What color is it?

-White.
-White?

This one is green too.

It's light green, not green.
It's just as rare as blue.

-The moonstone dance.
-Ioli!

Yeah, we must do
the moonstone dance.

But I'm not doing it with you.

Okay, we'll do it.
You can follow if you want.

If you don't want to,
just sit and watch us.

One, two, three...

My name is Ioli. My mom is a ballerina.
She is the best dancer of them all.

My mom is a ballerina.
My name is Ioli. My mom dances.

She's the best dancer of them all.

What are we eating today
if we don't eat the crabs?

-Let's open it up more.
-Why?

I'm so hot.

I shouldn't eat this, but
I haven't eaten anything all day.

What time is it?

Why hasn't Dad come yet?
Can you call him?

Dad?

Didn't you go fishing?

Why didn't you come yesterday
to go speed boating?

Did you forget about us?

We were waiting for you.

Dad?

Are we going today?

I've got a headache.

Sunstroke?

Yes.

And the sea exhausted me.

At the stars. In the sea.

At the stars. In the sea.

At the stars. In the sea.

After all, where do fish hide?

A vast sea
and no fish in its bowels.

Only waves. Sea and salt.

Salt.

It dries up and gives you
an itchy body and mind.

I was going fishing.

And all I could hear

was the sound of the cicadas.

-I can't believe you don't catch fish.
-Well, I don't.

-How come?
-I don't, what can I do?

You're such a great fisherman.
How come you're not catching fish?

What can I tell you, I don't know.

You'd bring in whole buckets
full of fish.

What do you want now?
Pour salt in my wound?

No, I'm just saying. You were good
at fishing. Did you try hard enough?

All those days, every morning at dawn,
out on the boat.

Going fishing in the sea.

You'd think there'd be fish.

But all I could see was sea and clouds.
No fish anywhere around.

Only cicadas.

The fish were swimming away.

They were hiding in the sea,
deep in her belly.

Honey, I'm sorry.

Begging them for hours.
But none of them would let me catch it.

Sweetheart, you're breaking my heart.

None of them wanted my cock worm.

I hate them.

No, don't say that.

I hate them so much.

You love fishing.
You always have.

I hate fish.

Their empty eyes.
Their scales. Their fins.

Their triangular tails.
Their gills and bellies.

Their stinky intestines.

As if they don't exist anymore.
As if they don't love me.

As if I am invisible to them.
And ugly.

I am sorry for them
and afraid of them.

I'm afraid of fish. Have you ever seen
a man being afraid of fish?

You're not afraid of them.
You adore them and want their attention.

And now you just don't get it.

You love them very much
and they love you too.

But you don't want to show it.

No. There is nothing
for me anymore.

You like to keep it to yourself,
so you don't look soft...

or show how much you care and love;
You are stubborn.

I don't want to live in a world
where there are no more fish.

There's plenty of fish in the sea.

Aren't you listening to what I'm saying?

Of course I am.
You don't listen to me. I'm listening.

They miss you.
I think they want to see you.

Ask them,
and if they say yes, I'll come.

But not here.

Some happy place. In the summer.
Where we used to go on vacation.

-There is no more time.
-I'm so sorry if I upset you.

There's only summer.

Summer has swallowed us up.

Summer has swallowed us.

I think, that afternoon
we caught the last fish on earth.

Did you look elsewhere?

Elsewhere?

Elsewhere.

Up. In the space.

In the stars.

I'll go fishing in the stars.

That's where
the fucking fish are hiding.

Excuse me.

Sorry. Hello.

-Everything okay?
-Yeah, why?

-You want something?
-What?

You've been staring at my wife
for quite some time now.

Maybe you want something
and I can help you.

No, I'm not staring at your wife.

I'm looking at the fish gun,
under the tree.

-Is it yours?
-Yes, it's mine.

-So you're a fish gun guy?
-Since I was a little boy. I'm obsessed.

Let me get it for you.

Look.

-Wild, huh?
-Good?

What would it be, man?
Wild, of course.

-I do line fishing, using bait.
-Come on, man!

-But I'm thinking about trying the harpoon.
-Nice!

-Dimitris. What's your name?
-Babis.

-Nice to meet you, man.
-You too. Where are you from?

-From Livadia.
-You live there?

Yes. You know someone from there?

-What's that? Mussels?
-Yes, I got some mussels.

No fish?

Only fish, man.
But sometimes, I go for mussels.

Do you catch anything?

Sure. I got some big fish
this morning.

-Really? Big ones?
-White and black sea breams, bogues.

Good for you.

What are you doing here?
Did you meet Mr. Babis?

-You know him?
-Sure. Do I have chocolate?

Come here, you pig.

-You're always a mess.
-My dad.

-Right. And your mom?
-My stepmother, yes.

-Your stepmother, I see.
-The one lying on the towel.

-Yeah, right.
-How do you guys know each other?

Mr. Babis is on vacation
with his kids on his sailing boat.

-They are on the other beach.
-In Neorio, yes, that way.

And his kids found Ioli.

-Really? Your kids found her?
-What did my kids do?

What a small world!

And here I thought, why is
this pervert looking at my wife?

Tell me what my kids did,
because I have no idea.

-Didn't they tell you?
-No, nothing.

A few days ago, we lost
my little sister for a few hours.

As soon as you look away,
she's gone.

Your kids found her,
they took care of her.

-I found out about this afterwards.
-That's how we met.

-But everything's fine.
-I had no idea.

Well, I'm excited now.

I finally met a fisherman,
after a whole month here.

And now your kids and Ioli.
Who knows where she would have ended up.

-To the border!
-Ioli is your baby sister.

-Yes, she's my half-sister.
-I get it.

If you asked me,
I'd swear you're her mom.

No way.

You're the responsible one
in the family?

And what about the boat?
Is it big enough?

Is there enough room
for you all?

-Come by and I'll show you.
-Sure. I'll come.

Come over after fishing.
I'll make you dinner.

-Yeah, sure.
-Let's go.

Are you gonna make us dinner?
No, come on now.

-We should do it.
-I'll make some fish. Do you like fish?

-Yeah.
-He loves it.

-Do you like fish?
-Yes, but I'm not crazy about it.

It's Ioli who hates it.

-That's a shame.
-I cook them perfectly.

-So do I.
-No, my fish is amazing.

Man, I'm drooling now.
I can't say no.

-Did you catch them today?
-Did you finally catch any?

Yeah.

-This gentleman here is fishing, too.
-Yes, we'll go fishing together.

Okay, I'm gonna take a dip.

Okay, girl. Take care of yourself.

Anyway, man...
I salute your courage.

-Why?
-Line fishing takes a lot of patience.

You must be very patient.

It takes patience,
but it also takes luck.

I don't have any patience, man.
I want it to be an adventure.

I'm diving among the beasts...

As soon as I see something I like,
there's no way it's gonna get away from me.

-I shoot it, cook it, and that's it.
-Awesome.

-You get me, right?
-Sure.

I'm obsessed, man. I can't help it.
It's my whole life.

I think about it day and night.
I go fishing in the winter too.

-Great, Dimitris.
-Yes, Babis. Nice to meet you, man.

-Me too.
-Anyway, see you later.

You got it. With patience,
a little luck and the right bait,

you can catch any fish you want,
not just the ones in front of you.

And what kind of bait
are you using?

I was going fishing.

And all I could hear
was the sound of the cicadas.

Cicadas that don't sing,
they squeal.

Screaming at the heat to stop.

Cicadas orchestrated by summer.

01:17:24,083
Cicadas everywhere and so hot.

Hot.

Hot.

Hot...

Summer.

Wow, guys. It's so nice here.

-Dimitris.
-Elsa. Nice to meet you.

-Hi. Konstantinos.
-Nice to meet you, Konstantinos.

-Thank you very much for Ioli.
-You're welcome.

-Hello.
-Hello. How are you?

-Do you remember me?
-Sure.

-On the beach.
-Yes. Are you Ioli's mom?

Amazing. She doesn't look like you.
She's blonde, and her eyes...

-She doesn't look like you.
-Maybe she does, a little.

-It's so hot on the boat.
-It was deep.

-Burning.
-In hell.

-I feel like I'm being skinned.
-Blue.

-Red. Third degree burn.
-I look around and I can't see.

My ears are ringing...

-Swimming in the dark wild sea.
-Salted like a herring.

And sweating,
with a line in my hand.

120 beats per minute.
I'm drowning in blood.

Cutting the cock bait
and using it.

Something's not right.
Should I go away, come back?

I'm putting it on the hook
and then - plop.

How can I look my wife and kids
in the eye?

Deep, in the dark.
A fish to bite.

I say, no, man! I won't stop!
I'm going deeper!

A sharpened hook
with the bait on it.

Deeper! Only me,
my loneliness and the darkness.

-The sinker hits bottom.
-Surprise, I am not alone.

-Do your job now, cock bait.
-My favorite fish.

-I'll wait.
-A dancing gar.

I'll wait till I catch you.

Fucking fish, you're not getting
away from me, this time.

First bite. Good evening.

Second bite. Okay, I'm tuning in.
On the third, I say, I've got it.

I can feel the fish. It's dancing
around me, I'm dancing around it.

His jaws on my hook now.
I'm counting his teeth.

You're going to swallow it, I tell him.
You won't leave with the bait.

You'll swallow my cock.

And I'm waiting. And I wait.

-He's going crazy! He's pulling!
-The beast is... Yachts!

Hands. Razor!

-Take me!
-He's grabbing me from here.

-I'm yours.
-He's trying to rip me apart.

-The line in the teeth.
-I'm fighting the beast.

And while I'm playing
with the neck...

And it's pulling me...

I'm wearing my leather gloves
and I'm back in the dance.

The disgusting thing is floundering,
and my calf muscle is in shreds.

I'm leaning on the railing.

-And I'm running out of breath.
-And I'm pulling, legs, back, arms.

Legs, back, arms...

And then, I go crazy. I say,
"No, you'll run out of breath!"

I pull twice, and then drop it.
That's how the fish gets exhausted.

Pull twice, then leave it.

And I'm starting to hit it like a mad
in the gills, to let me go. Take it!

I get away from it
and I'm coming up to the surface.

One breath. Second breath.

I fill my lungs with courage
and dive back vertically towards the beast!

Between the eyes, you fucking fish!
I take the knife and start to...

There's your fish in my boat.

I'm slice you up and
and throw you in a freezer!

-Here's another one for you.
-I'm gonna gouge your eyes out.

Two fish on one lure. No kidding.

Big fish. Sitting next to me and
looking at me with those eyes...

I come out exhausted.

With the flesh hanging out,
I'm barely standing.

But I hold the fish in my hand.
A beast of 120 kilos.

The whole beach is cheering me on.

Chicks in thongs are fighting
who's gonna take a picture with me.

And then, I pass out.
I'd lost a lot of blood.

I woke up the next day in a room
full of flowers and phone calls from chicks.

That's how I met Anna.
Didn't you give me your number?

Siddhartha meets Moby Dick.

Moby Dick, with two breams
and a couple of brogues.

Dad?

They say that fishing with a gun
is for cowards.

I'm going down into the abyss.
I've seen moray eels, swordfish, eels.

With their huge mouths and teeth.
Are you listening to what I'm saying?

-The story about the gar.
-What are you laughing at?

-Serious...
-What are you laughing at?

Bullshit? Easier...

What have we got here?

What's up, Babis? Where'd you find
the shrimp? Did you fish it with a line?

-What shrimp?
-Are you gonna drive me crazy?

This shrimp right here.
Are you blind, Babis?

FISH MARKET

Elsa.

Can we talk about what happened
or are we saying nothing about it?

What do you think just happened?

I don't know.

What about you?

There is no time.

There is only summer.
Summer has swallowed us up.

Summer has swallowed us.

My love, I am sorry.

-If you talk to her, she listens.
-I know.

You had one too?

Many years ago.

She's so nice.

She's very nice.

Can I join you?

You're leaving us too?
Where will you go?

I don't know.

Sorry for leaving you alone.

-It's nice.
-You like it?

-It looks good on you.
-It matches with your shirt.

It matches with your complexion.

This color could be really awful.

Very trashy. But it's very nice.

-Yes. I like it too.
-Yeah.

Nice.

Are you taking this boat too?

-When?
-Now, I think. What time is it?

You'll have company.

What are you thinking about?

I see you.

You know...

-I'd like to meet her.
-Oh, I knew it.

Nothing special.
Just a coffee with her.

I want to know who she is.
Do you have a problem with that?

Nah.

You're not mad?

-Don't you hate her anymore?
-No.

A little bit.

Do you think
he has her phone number?

-Dad?
-Yeah.

-I guess.
-Are you gonna ask?

Look...

She just got on the boat,
are you stupid?

Go.

What do you mean? I don't have
a ticket, or my phone on me.

-I don't have anything...
-Take it.

Shut up and take it.

What are you gonna do, Elsa?

Well, I don't know, I'll see.
I'll take a bus.

I'll get another ticket.
Here's some money.

It has your name on it.
If they see it, they'll throw me out.

-I can't go.
-They don't look at the tickets.

-What are you saying?
-Go!

Go.

-Go.
-What are you saying?

Go.

Some pretty girl
had a blond boyfriend

But one night, the storm
took him to the bottom

And the boat came back alone,
without the fisherman on it

Empty, without a steerer,
back from the deep waters

With its fishing light off,
on some dark night

The orphaned little boat
entered the harbor

And all hope drowned
in the deep waters

And the boat came back alone,
without the fisherman on it

Every night since then
on the small pier

The girl sings a bitter lament

And the boat came back alone,
without the fisherman on it

Empty, without a steerer,
back from the deep waters

With its fishing light off,
on some dark night

The orphaned little boat
entered the harbor

And all hope drowned
in the deep waters

And the boat came back alone,
without the fisherman on it

Lots of fish. Lots of fish.

Lots of fish. Lots of fish.

Fresh fish from my dreams.

Fresh fish from my dreams.

Fresh fish from my dreams.

From the

Deep

Waters

end of story

How much I like

My sweet little boat

The little clouds

The little sea

How much I like

The little wave

Bursting against the railing

The little cicadas

Squawking...

While I sit

On the sandy beach

The seagulls

Flying over the sea

They'll say they love me

I don't want

The end to come

For this summer

I don't want you

To leave me

Oh, alone like a rooster

Subtitles by
Melissanthi Giannousi