Wednesday 04:45 (Τετάρτη 04:45)

45

Athens, Winter 2010

I know what you're thinking...

You're thinking there's always that moment

when you think you're going to make it.

You're 20, 25

and you've got all the time in the world to get there.

You're in no hurry.

You're feeling strong

and everything seems possible...

And then...

everything turns to shit.

And the worst thing is...

nobody's told you the truth.

The time you've been given

is not enough...

That's what you're thinking now...

It never was...

Time starts now.

47 Those who touch me don't die

17 years ago, when I decided to open a live jazz club

all my friends asked me the same thing:

Stelios, man, are you crazy?

17 years later I finally found the answer:

Yes, I'm crazy!

And I realized that every night I will be here, we will all be here

because we all love, and will always love, good music.

- All right! - Yeah, dude!

It's my pleasure to introduce for the first time

3 new talents, 3 local boys.

Dinos Sigelis on the trombone

Elias Eliadis on guitar

and Yannis Dalis on drums.

The applause and the future

belongs to them, you'll see.

We really want to thank Mr. Dimitrakopoulos for this opportunity.

We hope you have a good time.

It's pretty dead.

Monday night...

Do you hear that?

- What? - The subwoofer...

What about it?

It's creaking...

I have to go.

I don't get it.

What is it you don't get?

I don't get why you always have to go.

I have to lock up...

The club.

Have Georgiou check the speakers tomorrow.

- Again? - How did we do?

Not that great.

- How was the band? - Fine.

I'm christening my son at noon. Don't forget!

Dormition of the Holy Virgin 12-12:30, Argyroupoli.

12:00!

- We'll find it. - It's on the invitation.

- You're not nervous, are you? - A-okay, Godfather!

That's the spirit!

- Guys, I hear it went well. - Very well.

Mr Dimitrakopoulos thank you so much!

We'll talk after the holidays.

- Meaning? - We should make it a regular thing.

Mr Dimitrakopoulos thank you so much!

You try to hide your weakness

and the tempest in your heart.

You're always teasing me and playing games.

Pouting and sulking

you hide your pain and hurt me so...

Mr. Stelios, there's a guy named Vassos asking for you.

You lock up and take the van to the airport.

- What was the name again? - Beograd Jazz Quintet.

Where did you dig them up?

- Where have you booked? - At the HAVANA. 5 rooms.

Five?

They didn't have two triples so I booked an extra single.

OK.

Mr. Stelios... about that thing we talked about?

Tomorrow. Don't worry I'll take care of it

- I promise. - Thank you.

Thank you so much!

...don't laugh, don't laugh...

That Italian sure is ramming it up your asses.

Who?

He's turned you into a bunch of amateurs.

Talk about benching. He pulls the players

sends in the ball stoppers and you lose the game again.

You guys wanted a foreign coach

- ...right, Mr. Artist? - I guess so.

Then it's the bench for you gentlemen!

I don't like cops myself

but those kids froth at the mouth at the sight of them.

The riot police vans are still lying there.

- It stinks of burned rubber, ya know? - It's not the rubber.

It's that chemical shit they bring in from Israel

that's also burning.

- It's worse than Beirut, ya know? - And we ain't seen nothing yet...

So how's Sophia?

The kids, how old are they now?

Are they any good at school or are they like my kid?

Huh?

Are they top of the class or top of the trash, like mine?

My boy is in first... second year high school.

You don't say, Mr. Artist!

He must be a handful!

And your daughter?

She started kindergarten this year.

How about yours?

He's in Bucharest.

Still hasn't graduated, the bum!

What's he doing there?

Jacking off...

Medicine.

That's a good school.

My cousin from Hamburg went there too.

Did he graduate?

My stupid-ass son got mixed up with some slut.

I can't see him becoming a doctor.

It's probably for the best.

We don't want him killing off some poor bastard!

At least you know

he didn't turn out queer, ya know?

That's no small thing...

Morning. Spare some change?

- Here you go. - Thanks, brother.

At every traffic light verfickte junkies, ya know.

Brother, you're a kind man!

Can you open the compartment and grab the coffin?

Say what?

Ya know, the box.

You mean the case?

Thanks.

Sun's up, ya know?

Where are you going?!

Don't ignore me! I'm not a piece of trash!

I'm a human being, goddammit!

Don't detest me! If you touch me you won't die.

Come on, lady! Sun's up, ya know.

Those who touch me, don't die! You hear me?!

Those who touch me, don't die!

Like a cloudy sky

a loneliness

like a rainy day.

A heartlessness and my secret longing

like a brother embraces me tenderly.

07 Family always comes first

...a loneliness

like a rainy day.

But it's not rain, it's tears falling.

It isn't fire

it's the sorrows speaking.

And the cloudiness

snuffs out the stars.

And oblivion

undoes each joy...

One Coca-Cola...

Excuse me, do you have Loux Cola?

Great, with a straw. One Greek coffee, no sugar, and...

- A double espresso. - One double espresso.

I told you already! Room 208!

He's talking about Loux Cola.

He likes it. It reminds him of a cola they had in Romania.

Then the free market came

the free Americans with the free multinationals...

and they fucked everything up.

Open market they called it, but it was a closed monopoly.

You can no longer find cola...

or traditional refreshments anywhere in Romania.

Now, we freely enjoy only the goods of capitalism.

He says that when I introduced you in Bucharest 4 years ago...

I, Vassos, personally vouched for you.

That's why we decided to help you out.

But you haven't kept up your end of the deal.

I'm a businessman, but above all, a family man.

I have to look out for my people.

He says, he can't keep coming down to Athens.

The market has dried up. Nobody pays cash.

Tell him, I understand. People owe me money too.

I'm always asking my Greek friends about Stelios...

and they all see a guy who lives comfortably

has a successful club in Psyrri, a nice car, a big house.

You don't look like you have money problems.

Please tell him, that's not true.

The other day they gave me 40,000 in post-dated cheques.

I'm still looking to cash them.

He says that 4 years ago he loaned you 47,000.

Two years after that you asked for another 27,000

and then another 8... the year before last.

He reminds you that in good faith

he didn't ask for collateral - your house or the club

and when I asked him, on your behalf

for low interest, 3.5% per month

he made an exception and agreed. - Yes

Like he agreed to stop the clock and gave you 2 years interest free.

Correct...

But over the last 9 months...

you've either been late or postponed paying interest 7 times.

That leads to additional charges, minus the sum you paid tonight:

148,237

That's the total today.