The Island

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Mayor, you have

destroyed all my pots!

You haven't left

not even one flower!

No problem!

Good morning.

Buy fresh fish!

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

- Good morning, Mrs mayor!

- Hi, Thomas!

Just a minute!

- Allow me to offer you these.

- No, Thomas, it's not right.

I insist.

Always the best for the

first lady of the island.

The mayor will love them.

If you insist.

Thanks.

- Goodbye, Thomas.

- Take care.

- Good morning, Mrs Aphrodite.

- Good morning to you.

Koula, where are you, cousin?

Let's have some coffee!

I'm coming!

I have news.

About the widow?

What did she do, this time?

She hasn't done anything,

but she will, so help me God.

Are you cooking

chicken in lemon sauce?

The kid loves it.

Of course.

Alexandros likes sour stuff.

- What do you mean, cousin?

- Nothing.

I mean that he likes to eat

food in lemon sauce...

like so many other people.

Old Dikaios,

asked to see his lawyer.

So?

He must have

changed his will.

- What do you care?

- I do care!

If someone has a right

on his fortune, that's me.

So many years

I've been by his side.

He pays you well.

I wouldn't be

his slave for free!

- He doesn't owe you anything.

- I didn't say that!

Who else has he got?

He hasn't got anyone.

When the time comes, touch

wood, he's got to think of me.

I am a lonely girl.

What can I say?

I wish you the best.

Although, you never know.

He may leave it elsewhere.

- To whom?

- How should I know?

Maybe to a foundation.

Or even, to the island itself,

for infrastructure works.

Old Dikaios,

really loves this island.

Whatever.

I should be going.

I'm expecting a parcel.

Take care.

Nikitas, show some decency.

She is a widow.

Alas, to the dead one!

Don't worry about her.

She will find her way.

All these months

after the funeral...

she has been going to

the church day after day.

What did you expect her to do?

She's looking for support.

And she found it

in Father Labros?

I meant God, you, devil!

Mayor, as an educated man,

you should know better.

Her late husband,

drowned on his own will?

Of course!

No, the rope wrapped itself

around his neck...

and the anchor sunk

in order to drown him.

Apostolis, I don't know

how it happened...

I wasn't present.

For one, it wasn't suicide.

- It was a face-off!

- Who says such bullshit?

This scoundrel,

this loan-shark...

was tangled in

strange dealings!

To hell with you!

All lies!

Has anything been proved?

There was an inquiry.

A search.

The chief constable

has spoken!

And what did he say?

Aces full, you bastard!

You f*ggot!

Yes!

Chief!

The owners of the cafeterias

are quarreling again!

Take Hiotis and put

some sense to them.

If I get mad, I will come down

and throw them to the sea!

Run!

Those bastards and their

cafes! I've had enough!

And if the few disagree

with the mass?

- The mass is right?

- That's true.

Usually.

If we take as a fact

that the masses...

are driven by those

who want to dominate them...

and want to have good time

and lots of money...

then, we come

to the conclusion that...

Olga.

The masses want what

the few make them want.

Well done.

And who are these people?

The ones who have the power

and we are their prisoners.

What did Adamantios Korais

used to say about freedom?

Antonis?

That freedom...

should be seated in between

justice and humanism.

Correct!

And where do we find this

written in our modern history?

In the last communiqui of

the organization "17 November"...

its free members sent when

their comrades were captured.

Think about it.

Teaching outside again?

Granddad, I've told you, I don't

like to see you with this imposter.

We go to the same

coffee house.

Do you want me to turn

a cold shoulder to him?

He is an imposter.

All he wants is power.

He keeps saying that

he cares about the island...

but he only cares

about himself.

I didn't vote for him.

We only have coffee together.

He pretends to be the saviour

of this place and you believe him.

Apostolis, your granddad

can judge for himself.

Tell this to your pupil.

I'm not gonna let them

become wimps.

I'm gonna teach them

not to tolerate such people.

See you at home.

I have barbecued

white grouper for you!

They don't call you

"Mudjahedin" for nothing!

Crazy boy!

Eva?

Welcome.

I made some coffee.

- How did you know I'm coming?

- I know your schedule.

Every day, at this time,

you return from the church.

When are you gonna realize

that this guy is not for you?

Because he's a priest, doesn't

mean he doesn't have needs.

He's gay.

Aphrodite, wake up!

Father Lambros,

is a fruit loop.

- I have seen things.

- What have you seen, Eva?

- Where?

- In the coffee cup.

Drink yours so that

I can have a look.

- Good morning.

- Welcome.

Hi, Stratos.

Welcome back.

Thanks.

What's up?

You want money.

Just 20 euros for coffee.

Coffee costs 20 euros

in the harbor?

Don't be stingy!

- Bye.

- Bye, Stratos. Welcome back!

I don't want to put pressure on him

until he readjusts himself.

He just finished

his military serwice.

Let's have a look at yours,

until I finish mine.

Well...

I see trouble.

Cut it out!

You always arrest us!

I'm one step before

suspending your license.

It's not his first arrest.

They will release him again.

One day, I'll be chief!

Then you'll see.

What happened?

Did I miss anything?

The same.

It's almost a tradition.

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