Forty red apples, my love...
What's bitten you?
I've told you.
I don't intend to spend my life running after ghosts.
One victim in the family is quite enough.
Nobody forced you to come.
That's why I'm angry.
Angry at myself.
It's never too late.
How right you are.
HQ calling D2...
Calling the search party...
Request you inform us how the operation proceeds...
Repeat
This is the HQ
Report the search operation
Where is he?
It's the wife.
Where is he?
He's disappeared.
The search was on the moment the fire was reported.
Was he there?
Did you search the house?
What do you mean?
We nearly broke down the door.
What's he saying?
He's asking when are we going back home.
Come out. It's only us: Katerina, your son...
I'm not going.
I'm staying here.
This is my land.
Tell them we've found him.
The men can go back now.
It's me.
You haven't changed.
You always go off on your own when you're afraid.
Rotten apple (in Russian).
He's in no state to give evidence.
What should we do now?
We should get him out of here. He's causing trouble.
That's for him to decide.
Don't forget he has no nationality.
He is a displaced person.
We don't want to get him in the trouble
And you... Are you quite sure he's your father?
Alright, you've convinced me.
Besides, we've been up all night...
Haven't had a bite for hours...
I'm off...
but remember we're holding you responsible...
if anything goes wrong after I leave.
Don't forget we can withdraw his permit any moment...
Go and collect his things.
I'm staying with him.
I can hear perfectly well what you are saying, Tesman.
How am I going to get through the evening out here?
I'll be with you every evening
We shall have a very pleasant time here
you and I, Mrs. Tesman.
That is what you are looking forward to, isn't it, Mr. Brack?
You, as the only cock in the yard.
She shot herself!
Shot herself in the temple!
One doesn't do that kind of thing!
It's alright, I'll change by myself.
Please leave.
Don't go!
Alexandros, we're going location-hunting.
Here's the boat schedule for Cythera: The boat's name is NEREUS
and it leaves every morning at 6.
It stops at the following ports: Kyparissi, lerakas,
Monemvassia, Neapolis, Elafonissos,
Gytheion, Anticythera.
It reaches Cythera in the late afternoon, at sunset.
Scene 91
The villagers' angry shouts rose
from the street below.
The old woman looked back in despair.
They're going to wreck everything, she said in a low voice.
They hurried down the steps.
The old woman locked the door and gave the old man the key.
Banished-for the third time, he whispered.
All these years, I waited...
I'm so tired.
You're hurting me.
We'll go away...
You'll see.
Down in the harbor?
At what time?
You mean seven hours' walk?
For God's sake! In this weather, too!
Has he gone?
No.
When they got here, the Russian boat had left.
Wait here
Now they don't know what to do with him.
Voula's gone to fetch a lawyer.
Yes, I'll start as soon as I get your signal.
I hear you...
I hear you coming...
I fooled you five times.
Five wars...
Then prison...
The firing-squad...
You are fooled
I hear you...
I hear you coming.
I hear you
Did you see them?
The lawyer will be here in half an hour.
Nescafe with milk.
I'll mix it myself.
If only he had signed those papers...
we would have been spared all this trouble.
He ended up by antagonizing everyone in the village.
Nothing but trouble, everyday...
till he was declared undesirable , a public threat.
They've just issued an expulsion order.
Alexandros
They say we will embark... at the old harbor
Hurry, the boat's leaving.
Captain!
This is Harbor Police
You hear that
The Russian passenger has arrived.
Captain, this is Harbor Police
The Russian passenger has arrived.
You hear that
Mr. Harbor Policeman, I heard that
But before I allow the embarkment
I have to make sure if this is his own will
I'd like to hear his response in person
Captain, now I'm asking him
and he refuses to say anything
He is only saying from time to time... Rotted apple, rotten apple...
What?
Rotted apple.
I am not sure
Rotted apple
Excuse me... we feel so sorry that we can let him embark
I'm sorry... Goodbye
Captain, what about our deal
Captain, we had a deal... Please
She's got to lie down somewhere.
No, not you.
At four o'clock today, in the old harbor...
the dockers are holding their annual feast.
The programme includes many guest artists,
the Municipal band... singers, conjurers, mimes...
Come and join in the fun... at four o'clock in the old harbor...
Isn't there a doctor around?
It's Sunday, you see...
The Feast of the Assumption...
Twelve days and nights on the oxcart...
Making cigarettes with tobacco leaves
A drop of water, please, Father.
He called my father Father.
He gave me a tired look,
I blushed.
I was barely fourteen...
He was like making a vow
spreading the water little bit little
and drank all the water in the bottle
His Adam's apple moved up and down glistening with sweat.
Where are you from, lad?
A refugee from Lonia, Father...
What should we do now?
Where are you taking him?
To international waters, till further orders.
Coffee, black, please.
What will you have, boys?
Black coffee.
Me too.
Three coffees then.
Am I the first?
Did you bring him here?
So you got wind of it already?
We're waiting for further orders.
Turn down the music
I'm a journalist. What's your connection with him?
Are you a relative?
I'm the one who's responsible, goddamn it...
My orders are clear: He must leave the country at all cost
So what do I tell them now?
Keep calm, keep cool.
Officially speaking, he's no longer here.
But he is here!
Not on paper he isn't.
At this moment he's traveling.
At four o'clock this afternoon... in the old harbor...
the dockers are holding their annual feast.
The programme includes many guest artists...
the Municipal band... singers, conjurers, mimes...
Come and join in the fun.
She's asleep.
The mist is clearing.
The rain's stopped.
What do you want me to do?
It's Sunday, everything's shut...
and the orders are that he's out of the country by dawn.
And leave him there all night?
That's plain murder!
I just don't know.
I'm utterly confused.
What am I to do? You suggested this solution.
And you agreed!
I hate to think of him out there in the rain...
but there's no room for sentiment
in the civil service.
What if he's taken ill or something?
I'm in charge of the dockers' feast.
One ouzo, please.
Why didn't you tell me?
What is he doing now?
He's looking out at sea.
And now?
He's still looking.
Then he's all right.
The feast will take place after all.
I often discover with horror and relief
that I believe in nothing.
Then I return to my body.
It's the only thing that reminds me I'm alive.
A double brandy.
One, two... one-two...
Will the artists please step over...
Testing... testing...
One, two... one, two...
Testing... testing...
You can barely see him...
The motor-launch is coming back
I can see her lights.
One, two...
Oh God, I'm out of step...
One, two,
three...
Night!
Lights!
One...
Two...
Three...
Four...
Five...
The weather hasn't been very kind...
But we've decided to have our feast anyway...
if only symbolically...
in honor of that old man out there at sea...
So we'd like to ask his wife...
to give us some remarks
I want to go with him.
We're waiting for further orders...
but if she insists...
I want to go with him.
Daybreak...
I'm ready.
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