Ta Kourelia Tragoudane Akoma

I always told him that he couldn't go on living like that.

There were many bills unpaid.

So we reached the current point.

The last two years that we lived together

we only talked in signs.

I understood that the death of some Kostas had hurt him.

And somebody else's from the old company.

George Swing, if you knew him.

All right.

I'll be there too.

But give me some time because it's not easy to get out of here.

Occasionally, I'd feel sorry for him.

I'd get him a chick...

But he would laugh.

"In my generation", he'd say...

"In order to love women

"They should have some death specifications. "

"Those hens that you bring,

what are their specifications?"

To be honest...

I expected that it would end like that.

Yes?

You wretch!

Are you still you?

It all began on Christmas eve, '78.

I woke up feeling useless,

something I was used to and couldn't impress me anymore.

One dull day would come after the other

and nothing showed that

things would get better.

I often say that I shouldn't have complaints from life.

After all, I chose to be what I am.

My wife left me three years ago

and gave me the house on the condition never to annoy her.

Since then she sends me some money and a letter swearing at me

and blaming me for the failure of our marriage.

I know I can see her as well as the children.

Maybe someday this will happen.

For the time being, I have two serious problems.

First,

Dimitris is coming in a while,

the last of the gang and always late.

He'll knock and there won't be anyone in the house.

Second,

I have to hide Vera's body somewhere.

I spent yesterday evening and noon

draging her here and there

until I could find a decent hiding place for her.

Eventually I left her in the living room.

Athens

September, 1956

12 in the morning.

The cops...

storm Maksimou.

Inside, 500 punks wearing blue-jeans.

On the screen, Bill Haley with his Comets.

Elvis Presley.

Little Richard.

Fats Domino.

Johnny Ray with the "little white cloud that was crying".

On the square, the punks are dancing.

they smoke, kiss, tear seats.

The cops are staring.

They leave and call the fire brigade.

We shut the doors and put broken seats behind them.

It's always raining and I have to keep the pit clean.

I am 16 years old and everything is nice.

That doesn't mean that I don't know what he has in store for me.

Marjorie Morningstar

The Lady from Shanghai.

Mara Maroon.

Laura.

The firemen are breaking the doors with axes.

Then I see Vera for the first time.

She is standing on a column, wearing a grey raincoat and smoking.

The fire hoses throw out water.

Vera grabs my hand and takes me to the fire escape.

I can barely see

We run along with others at Panepistimiou str.

There's a demonstration.

We mix.

Tear gases.

Sirens.

They grab us,

they seperate us and throw us in the cages.

A week goes and I'm still looking for her.

Green Park, Top Hat, Blue Fox.

Nobody knows her.

At that night I went out.

I knew what I was looking for.

But I hoped that luck wouldn't help me find it.

Now I have Abott and Costello to keep me company.

the Invisible Man

and the amazing Rita Hayworth sitting next to me.

And that's my right, all right?

I mean, that after you start losing your mind

nothing is impossible anymore.

After all, I don't think there was one guy that wouldn't like to fuck Rita Hayworth.

So you think?

Buddy, I'm crazy.

And you're finally in peace, far from everyone.

And what ever happened to the others?

You ask here and there, and everybody's gone.

And those left live in caves under the earth.

And you can't find them.

Don't scream.

There's no one here.

Get inside, quickly!

In!

Don't!

Get in!

Get to the back.

Move it!

I didn't tell you, but if you sit tight nothing's gonna happen to you.

But if you keep doing this stuff...

you won't get out alive.

Attagirl.

How old are you?

20.

Nice years.

Shall we play a game?

Where are we going?

For a long walk.

Fats Domino is waiting for us.

- You know him? - No.

You'll meet him. One of ours.

Why don't you let me go?

I have money.

Is that so?

- Do you like it here? - I don't know.

What's here?

My house.

Listen...

If you have in mind what I have...

you should know that I really want it.

All right?

- I want to ask you something first. - Anything you want.

Touch me here.

Do you remeber that morning at Maksimou?

September '55.

Neil Sedaka, Julie London.

Things like that.

What happened then?

- Was I there as well? - Yes.

And then we got out and they seperated us.

And I never saw you again.

I looked everywhere.

At Top Hats, Blue Fox, Green Park.

I couldn't find you anywhere.

You must think I'm someone else.

I wasn't even born at that time.

But look...

If you want to play.

It's fine with me.

Well... what happened?

- When? - At Maksimou.

Have you heard anything about us?

We might have benn on the papers.

We roam through the streets

and grab girls like you.

Haven't you read anything?

You're lying.

No such things happen today.

- You haven't heard anything? - Anything.

- And now what? - Nothing. We talk.

Why don't you come back?

It seems I am the only one, right?

But you must have heard of Kostas and George Swing.

Nothing?

I think I should tell you a thing or two.

You've got a few minutes left.

Supposing I let you go.

Not that something like that is going to happen.

But let's just suppose.

Do you want me to tell you what you're going to do?

Do you?

You will run in the street

get to the first patrol car and get them all in here.

That's what you're going to do.

Hello, wretch.

Who's that?

You haven't changed at all, you know.

If you'd put out the light

I could also tell if you have changed or not.

Talk quickly about the scene.

You first.

Ruby Gentry.

Jennifer Jones.

Come in, wretch.

It's nice here.

What about that?

I hope you won't turn out to be an intellectual...

Because I am, you know...

quite reactionary these days.

With a style like...

What's going on, my friend? Times are tough, right?

The lady is sure a corpse.

Couldn't be more dead.

The case needs a cigar...

always in a silver case.