- That's true. - While these guys over here...
The Chinese are bursting with life.
They have a zest for life.
Also true.
Not all people are made up for the same kind of job.
- Right. - Right.
- What do you want? - I came for the beers.
You are letting an Albanian alone in the store?
I sent mine away.
- Why? - He wasn't any good.
And my store needs a paint. Give me his phone number.
Albanian John, Albanian Harry, Albanian Philip, Albanian Nikos...
I know one thing: Patriot barked at him, right?
Everyone is responsible for his own life.
I can't watch out for all of you...
Remzi!
- He was a good player, man. - And a good worker too.
A Status Quo fan too.
Come on, mom.
Are you all right?
That's why Patriot barked!
- That's why Patriot barked! - The dog barked at the Albanian!
The Albanian was 10 meters away!
Patriot was aiming at the Albanian, not at Stavros!
That's what matters!
The Albanian was there and Stavros was here. Who was closer?
But the dog barked when he saw the Albanian, not before!
Look!
We're trying to figure things out.
What's the verdict? Am I or am I not?
Sure you are! No question about it!
Sure! You were over there when Patriot barked.
He was next to the dog. Sure you are!
What? What am I?
Greek, man! One of us!
Your Albanian mother makes you an Albanian too?
We are friends, we'll get over it.
It was good you sent him away.
"Who votes around here?!"
Get the TV ready for tonight all right?
- See you tonight, Stavros. - Talk to you later.
Mr. Stavros...
You have no customers.
You have nothing.
We give you money for rent, good money for rent...
and you give the store to us.
You sit all day without good rent.
Why not sit all day with a good rent?
Greek flags on the pole, 10 euros.
Ladies and gentlemen, the Albanian national anthem!
Will you watch the game with us?
We did fine together didn't we?
What's got into you now?
The Greek national anthem.
Stavros, listen to this...
There have been reported over 50 cases of Foreign Accent Syndrome.
When Mrs Robart fron Alabama recovered from a stroke...
she started speaking with a heavy German accent.
Her neighbors' didn't want to know her anymore...
Come on, Greece! Let's go!
That's it!
Pass the ball!
Come on! Come on!
Go for it!
Albanian, you'll never be a Greek...
Goal! That's it, man!
Albanian, you'll never be a Greek!
I'm confused, guys...
So am I.
- It's not something important. - It doesn't sound right, man.
"You'll never be a Greek..."
Albanian, you'll never be a Greek.
You mean, I shouldn't be singing?
- No, no... - You mean, it's forbidden!
- Go on, then. Sing it... - Yeah, go ahead.
- It's just that... - It doesn't sound right.
- It doesn't... - No, it doesn't.
Does it sound right, when you sing it?
- Yes, it does. - It does.
Why?
Why didn't you tell me anything?
Why didn't you tell me?
Who are you, sir?
Who am I, mom? It's me, Stavros!
He showed you a picture and you believed him?
Let me show you 100 pictures of you and me.
Look.
Greek...
Can you come by the house?
She's been upset since you left.
Please...
You lost yesterday...
It's a pity.
You will come everyday! OK?
What?
What is he saying?
- Okay, mom. - Right. Come now!
Come here, boys.
You can sleep here, whenever you wish!
One day, mom threw my albums out of the window.
A real mess... albums flying all over...
Even on balconies across the street...
Cars were passing over them...
Why did she throw them?
I had some huge speakers. I made them myself.
The windows trembled.
Tell me something.
How many do you think the Chinese are?
I can't say...
But I know a Chinese song they taught us in school.
Do you want to hear it?
There is more but I don't remember it.
Mom...
Mother!
Mother...
Oh mom...
FUNERAL
Mom died.
In her sleep. She didn't suffer.
Coming?
I was looking at them all morning.
I want to place mine on the grave...
Or shall we place yours?
But it's too old, man...
Could you tell him to leave?
- Why? - The dog is barking at him.
- So what? - If he leaves we can bury her.
She had a tough life.
I have a question.
Shouldn't he have her buried in Albania?
Let me show you.
Which one shall we put on the grave?
I don't know.
- The old one is better. - I don't like the chador.
A chador in the graveyard is not nice.
Wait, guys. Do they look alike?
They don't look alike.
Women in pictures look alike and don't look alike.
I don't know who my mother is.
What do you know then?
That my mom came here and left me back.
- Is that all you know? - That's all.
Do the pictures look alike? They do, if you wish them to.
I've been looking for my mother for nine years.
I talked to your mother and she responded in Albanian.
Her story was similar to my story.
She said: "You are my son!"
- I said: "I found my mother!" - What about me?
- I found my brother too! - Why didn't you say anything?
Because if I tell you, you'll send me away!
You bet!
- Are we related or not? - What does this mean?
- Relatives! - I don't understand.
- Aren't we fucking brothers? - I don't think so.
You listened to my albums, you idiot!
- Fuck you! - Fuck you!
Sorry! I made a mistake!
I wished she was my mother. But she wasn't!
I wanted her to be.
What does it matter now?
I made a fool of myself. I made a fool of you too.
What the fuck does it matter now?
Do you know who you are? You're Albanian.
What about me?
You don't know, do you? Neither do I!
Wake up one day not knowing who you are...
and then you tell me what matters and what doesn't!
Get out of here!
Could you please give me the picture? I need it.
Wanna come to my place?
In Albania, we have a drink after the funeral.
Here we have a drink too after the funeral, mister.
- What do you think? - Off I go, guys.
- Let's think about it. - I'm going.
The poor guy wants to drink for his mother.
She wasn't his mother, man! He just thought she was!
- So? He's not mourning? - Mourning for who?
Mourning for who he thought she was...
To mother's "memento"!
To mother's what?
- To remember her, he means. - To her memory.
What does Marenglen mean?
It's derives from three names. Marx, Engels, Lenin.
- What is your name? - Argyris.
From Argyros. In Greek it means "silver".
I shine like silver, so to speak!
I am Thymios. From Efthymios. It means joy.
- A joyful guy. - That is Nikos over there.
From Nikolaos. It means the victory of the people.
And what about Stavros?
Wake up man, we're leaving!
Let's go, Stavros!
- Yes? - It's me.
Are you coming down or should I come up?
Go upstairs!
Hi...
I wanted to tell you...
- My mother died. - I heard about it.
- I'm Albanian. - I heard that too.
You said, you didn't breathe with me...
I cut myself...
So...
I love you.
I can't go on without you.
If you ever stop breathing with the guy upstairs...
...I'll be here waiting for you.
That's all I wanted to tell you.
ANTONIS KAFETZOPOULOS
TITIKA SARIGOULI
GIORGOS SOUXES
KONSTANTINOS KORONAIOS
PANAYIOTIS STAMATAKIS
MARIA ZORBA
Directed by FILIPPOS TSITOS
Producers K. Moriatis - Th. Karathanos
Script A. Kardaras - F. Tsitos
Director of cinematography POLIDEFKIS KYRLIDIS
Edited by DIMITRIS PEPONIS
PRODUCTION MANAGER GIORGOS ZERVAS
Costumes CHRISTINA CHATZARIDOU
Production designer SPYROS LASKARIS
Sound by VAGGELIS ZELKAS
Music ENsTRO
Subtitling Process Audio Visual Enterprises