Norway

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"Norway descends upon the Mediterranean"

Horis Perideraio, 1984

Hey man, is this Athens?

Are we there yet?

The train has arrived

at Athens Central Station,

and will be departing shortly.

Passengers are kindly

requested to disembark.

The winter of '84 was pure hell.

Night after night you'd

walk in the rain,

praying that the music

would never end...

and the only thing you really needed,

would be a warm girl.

Star?

Hooker!

Don't let me cramp your style...

Is this Cine Star at Omonia Square?

What are you, psychic

or something?

Jimmy, you old bastard...

nice one!

Jimmy, you grave digging bastard!

A cozy little nest... and in the penthouse too!

- Did you shave?

- You bet I did.

You have reached the funeral

home of Dimitris Dimitriou.

Please leave your message

after the tone.

Where the hell are you, Jimmy boy?

Where are you, man?

You pulling a no-show on me?

You're nowhere

to be found, man...

I'm here! Came in last night,

on the locomotive.

I'm now at...

...Disco Zardoz.

Don't stand me up, buddy!

Miss you, man!

Later!

May...hem!

Give it to me straight

and solitary...

What?

What's up?

What time does this place

get hopping?

It doesn't, really.

It doesn't, huh?

What do you know

about it, dearie?

You're just a boy.

Let granny show you

how it's done.

What'cha want, sweetheart?

Get me another.

Theresa is pretty bombed, huh?

Yeah, same goes for your joint!

Hey, I'm not the captain here.

I'm just the cabin boy.

Where's Jimmy at, man?

Jimmy who?

Jimmy, the man,

The Shovel, the Pale Face...

- You mean the gravedigger?

- Right, the gravedigger.

I haven't seen him

for over a month.

You seem cornered.

The boss...

On the house.

So where are you from, pal?

Just cause you bought me a drink

don't mean you get my CV.

What's wrong with getting to know

your customers better?

Need a hand?

Beat it!

Will you pick up my gear?

Can't tell if

the dope is bad...

or I just can't get high

anymore.

Are you one of us?

So it seems.

You bite?

I haven't sucked blood

in over ten years.

I got hooked on dope.

It's all about willpower, man.

Godam hell dust!

Need anything else,

or are you good to go?

Huh?

I see grief inside you.

Whoa,

Hold on just one second...

What are you...

a gypsy fortuneteller now?

These eyes have seen a lot.

Why don't you keep it

to yourself then?

Be careful, man...

You're not gonna give me

the time of day, will you?

This is classic Casablanca.

Moving on..

Hit me!

"Hold on to the Night"

"Hold on tight"

"Hold on to the Night"

"I'll fall into your arms"

"Cover your empty heart

like a blanket"

"Hold on to the Night, tight"

ls the party over?

The party hasn't even started.

You passed out

on the dance floor.

Who are you, again?

I'm the captain.

The boss, so to speak.

That's me.

Marko is the name.

The cops raided the place

and we had to drag you up here.

We wouldn't wanna

get busted.

Want some tea?

Tea?

Are you trying to poison me?

Got any gin?

Sure I do.

Are you an actor?

I used to be...

I'm a business man now.

You're pretty good...

You know what I liked

about the movies?

No, I don't.

The characters I played

will never die,

I'm kind of immortal

in a way.

You got a phone?

F***ing spoilsport!

Sorry.

You look pale.

Do you want some soup?

I've already eaten.

Take a seat.

I'm feeling lonely tonight.

The party never ends.

I'll get you some soup.

Nice and hot.

It has garlic in it.

You don't mind garlic,

do you?

No, not really... I eat

everything.

That's why you're all sturdy,

and I'm just an old fart.

About that phone...

Next to the cloakroom.

Feed it some change, will you?

You have reached the funeral

home of Dimitris Dimitriou.

Please leave your message

after the tone.

Jim... Jimmy boy.

Your answering machine is

really busting my balls, man!

Pretty soon we'll be exchanging recipes,

your answering machine and I.

I've been waiting all night, man!

Have a heart, buddy...

Look, I'm off now,

Be back in the morrow.

Or you can drop by Cine Star later.

For tea and biscuits.

We can read the Bible or

something...

Later...

What's up, little man?

Looking good!

Were you with Marko?

Is he watching

his films again?

Something like that...

I used to be an actor too,

you know!

No sh*t! Just like Valentino.

Can you spare some change

for a vermouth?

Hey lady...

you're some kind of lady!

I sure am.

Not a klutz, like you.

OK, that was unfortunate,

but before that...

You were a real angel!

You hardly touched the ground.

So, what makes you tick?

Me?

I love Horis Perideraio...

Aha!

Vangelis...

Aha...

The Synthetics...

Mmmmm

What are you looking for?

I'm looking for something, alright.

Aren't we all?

Don't you ever stop dancing?

If I stop, I'm dead meat.

You already seem

pretty dead to me!

I see. Can't blame me for trying...

I guess my little dance routine

was all for nothing.

What dance routine?

You know, the routine!

Brezhnev...? Nureyev...?

Brilliant!

Never seen you here before...

We should do this

more often, then!

- I have to go.

- What does this loser want now?

Where are you off to?

My name is Zano.

I'm Theresa.

We met earlier.

- I don't remember you.

- Really? How come?

Leave it to me...

you're just a boy.

Let granny show you

how it's done.

Oh my, what big teeth

you have!

F*** it!

Zano...

Howdy, Zano?

What have you done?

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