Alexis Zorbas

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Be careful.

Crete.

Excuse me.

He says, "Big storm. Ship must wait."

- How long?

- I don't know.

You're traveling.

Where to, with your permission?

Crete.

And you stay there long, no?

How do you know?

I watch you with all the boxes

in the rain. Very funny.

I like you.

Take me with you. Will you?

Take..?

- Why?

- Why?

Will no man ever do something without

a "why?" Just like that. For the hell of it.

All right, take me as a cook.

I make soups like...

You like soups, no?

- Well...

- Of course you do. You're English, no?

- Half.

- Half?

My father was Greek,

but I was born in England.

Same thing.

With your permission.

Hey...

"Virginia."

- No. No, thank you.

- Please.

Keep the packet.

Only one.

Are you a cook?

If you need one, I am.

What I meant was,

what work do you do?

Listen to him. I got hands,

feet, head. They do the jobs.

Who the hell am I to choose?

Well then, what was the most recent?

In a mine. I am a good miner.

I have a clever nose for the metals.

But I beat up the boss,

and they kicked me out.

I'm getting awfully nervous

about the boat. I think I'll...

If you like, I go ask.

No, thank you. It's... It's all right.

Well, maybe we could go together

and then you could ask for me.

- Sure. Give me.

- No. Thank you, I can manage.

He says 10:
00.

Well, that's three whole hours. Damn.

- Are you in big hurry?

- No.

Then it's all right. Come.

Roumi. That's "rum."

- I'll have some tea, if you don't mind.

- Tea?

And you, mister, what do you do?

Me? Well, I'm a writer.

Excuse me, but you look it.

What do you write? Love stories?

No. Poetry. Essays.

What's that?

Essays.

No. You think too much.

That is your trouble.

Clever people and grocers,

they weigh everything.

Me? If I was you, I would look

at me straight and I would say:

"Zorba, come." Or, "Zorba, don't come."

Zorba?

That's me:
Alexis Zorba.

- I have other names, if you are interested.

- Oh, I am.

"Spaghetti," because I am long.

And "California,"

because I have been to America.

And "Epidemic," because every place

I go, people say I louse things up.

Your health.

Listen to that b*tch, the sea.

That maker of widows.

What have you got in there?

Clothes?

You ask such sensible questions.

- It's my santouri.

- Your what?

My santouri.

Makes the best music.

It goes with me always.

And you, what are you go to

do in Crete? With your permission.

I have some land there.

It belonged to my father.

And you go to write?

Not exactly.

What, exactly?

I haven't written anything in months.

On this land, there's an old mine.

- Lignite.

- Lignitis! I know!

It's been idle for years.

Why?

Because I let it.

And now you want to make it work.

If I can.

Yes.

I must.

Which way is it going?

- What?

- The weighing machine.

Zorba up, or Zorba down?

Well. I was thinking...

That mine...

I'm not very rich, and I will need

someone with experience.

- So I...

- And so?

Well, although I...

I don't really know you very well...

And what I'm doing is probably mad.

It's yes.

Yes?

Yes.

Shake.

Mister, you are a lucky man.

When Zorba goes to work...

...no mine stands a chance.

Be wonderful to get down

to some real work.

Also, it'll be good for the village.

I understand it's rather poor.

We make everybody happy.

And we'll have fun too.

We'll swim. And we'll drink wine.

And you'll play the santouri.

What's the matter?

It's about the santouri.

We make a bargain, or I cannot come.

In work, I am your man.

But in things like playing

and singing, I am my own.

How do you mean?

I mean free.

You...

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