Surname?
FACE TO FACE
Emmanuel.
First name?
Dimitris.
- Date of birth? - July 10, 1938.
- Place of birth? - Thessaloniki.
- Height? - 5'9"
Shape of face?
Oval.
Color of eyes?
Brown.
Father's name?
John.
Mother's name?
Iphigenia.
Profession?
English teacher.
- Residence? - Athens.
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Mr. Dimitris Emmanuel.
It's your turn.
Show him in.
Such bad luck today...
Good morning.
Did you draw a card?
Did you lay it on the table? Play then.
- Splendid. - I'm out!
So that's that! Come in.
- A scotch? - No, no.
- Coffee? - Thank you.
Elpida! Bring some coffee!
He's Barbara's tutor.
- Piano? - No, English.
For some practice.
Come with me. I'll call your student.
This way!
Barbara's brother.
Come in, please.
- Barbara, your tutor's waiting. - Message received, over.
Bring the coffee to the office.
You've got 2 weeks to teach Barbara English.
Two weeks?
She knows a little, but she'll learn a lot from you.
Just to communicate, she doesn't have to read Shakespeare.
- Pleased to meet you. - When do we start?
She's a bit wild. Pay no attention to her.
Have you explained to this gentleman?
Yes. We start tomorrow.
Alright then.
An advance should give you courage.
Dimitris Emmanuel.
Two weeks.
So, tomorrow at 10.
My father's a bit abrupt. Pay no attention to him.
His wife Rena wears the pants around here.
- Tomorrow? - Tomorrow. Goodbye.
Where're you going? I'll take you.
All roads lead to Germany.
Work is God's blessing.
Everything has remained the same in this country.
Greeks are strange people.
They frighten easily, but then pretend to be carefree.
And then they'll either smile at you or kill you on the spot.
They struggle to get near each other as quickly as possible...
before loneliness leads them to trivial actions.
Ah, Greek food!
How many Germans have you fed?
GERMAN SOLDIER, DO NOT GIVE YOUR BREAD TO GREEKS...
BECAUSE THEY WILL TAKE STRENGTH AND WILL ATTACK YOU
- May I come in? - Just a moment.
Finished with the paper?
Take it, I'm through with it.
- What's your student like? - Goodnight.
They're heavy sleepers, so you can shout as much as you like.
- How was the lesson? - Fine.
- I said how was the lesson? - Lousy!
Coming to eat?
I think they're an older family than the Norfolks...
I recall the polite gentleman on last year's cruise...
These glasses are ghastly! We must change them.
- Unthinkable! One cent! - So polite...
I know his kind. Soon he'll grab a cane...
If you use aircraft fuel, you need a plane engine...
He kept looking at Barbara...
An extra cent per day for 3,000 workers in one year.
A good day starts at dawn...
I'll have to change the spark plugs too...
He wanted to talk to her...
A million cents!
- And the pump... - A tough cookie...
- But her English was so bad. - Then there's social security!
- Do have a drink. - I never drink.
Does you father let you smoke?
- You're not my father, you're younger... - Put it out, please.
Okay, okay!
Why didn't you continue English lessons?
I had piano and ballet.
Now I'll learn English so they can marry me off.
To an Englishman?
Good morning Miss Barbara!
Please go into the living-room.
- How are you? - Fine, thanks.
To the living-room...
Sit over here.
So this is where you're hiding.
A western European country, with a socialist government?
- 7 letters. - Spain.
- Doesn't fit. - England.
Are you sure?
- Who discovered penicillin? - That's a plant.
- Fleming. - Right.
Go into the den. It'll be quieter.
Mr. Emmanuel, forward, march!
There's a parade tomorrow. Come and watch it from our balcony.
You know my final opinion. I'm not behind the times. Let them strike.
I've gone up one cent, one whole cent!
One cent that'll cost me a million!
That's more than enough for them.
Okay, make the proposal and let me know.
How far is it to the beach?
500 yards.
- The shipping market? - Fluctuating.
More salt?
Pepper?
We can't handle both proposals.
We've got to take either the land or the ship.
The ship.
"Relax, darling. What's wrong?"
"You've been so strange lately."
"Your thoughts are elsewhere."
"People in love belong to each other body and soul."
Sex!
Terror!
Slaves!
The masses!
My dowry.
- Let's go the living-room. It's safer. - It's wiser to stay here.
Will you hang it up in your room?
I'll give it to your father.
Please, don't do that! Take my life, my soul, my breath!
Miss Barbara! Someone will see us!
"Miss" Barbara! My name's Barbara.
I can imagine your opinion of me.
"You're a little bitch."
You're a lively little girl, rather spoilt.
When you grow up a little perhaps you become more mature.
Do you like my hands?
- What're you looking at? - Your lips.
The lower one shows passion and determination
but the upper one...
Lesson time!
What are your political beliefs?
That's a very indiscreet question.
Forgive me for being so tactless. Let's be friends again.
I'll find out from the paper you read.
Give that to me!
You always sit so far away. Come nearer.
Come nearer, I won't eat you.
Leave my house immediately!
But this is my house.
What's wrong?
Were you talking to me?
Goodnight!
"Mr. Tutor, please excuse me, I'm going out for a while.
"I'll be back soon. Your student."
"Go to hell!
"I wish I could go back to Egypt!
"Oh, shut up! I'm sick and tired of you!"
Give me a break!
I'm ready.
"When you sit, try to look elegant and dignified.
"Don't keep your legs apart. It's very unbecoming.
"Nor is it chic to cross them at a very high point.
"Twisting the legs around each other lacks elegance.
"Keep your legs parallel
"to ensure a dignified and elegant sitting position."
One evening, myself, General Popov...
Natalia Ivanovna and Countess Novsky...
all playing poker.
Suddenly, bang! Boom! What's wrong?
It was the Bolsheviks!
I gather my cats, my diamonds...
and my children...
Moscow, oh Moscow!
You don't take care of yourself at all.
Very nice.
- Now do me a favor and go somewhere else. - What, again?
You're still on the first lesson?
- It's very complicated. - You'll have to move on!
Time's running out, Mr. Emmanuel.
We've progressed considerably in conversation.
- Where are you from? - Salonica.
- Is your father alive? - No, my mother's there.
- Okay, I'm going. - You're not disturbing us.
Barbara doesn't seem to agree with you.
Listen to this, it's his latest record.
One evening, myself, General Popov, Natalia Ivanovna and Countess Novsky
all playing poker.
Suddenly, bang! Boom! What's wrong?
It was the Bolsheviks!
I gather my cats, my diamonds and my children...
Ah, Odessa, Odessa!
Now, don't look at my cards.
If you're not happy with the lesson, I can leave.
No, no.
In Constantinople, I open big pastry shop "Troika."
Natalia Ivanovna, waitress. General Popov, janitor.
Countess Novsky, whore.
That's how they started in Egypt too.
Setting fires to hotels came next.
We couldn't even trust our servants.
- How old are you? - 18
The same age as this watch.
Mother gave it to me when I started high school.
It still works?
Watches last a long time.
Come in!
Mr. Emmanuel, Madame asks if you have finished the course...
- ...because she needs you. - Yes, we have finished.
If you lock the door again, there'll be trouble.
You don't give a damn about my position, or yours.
At your age, others have lost their lives...
and not for the sake of irresponsible creatures like...
Like me! Don't be angry, I'll be a good girl.
I'll become an exemplar!
- Where are you going? - I'm leaving.
Come and be the fifth.
Come!
No more lessons.
I've been dismissed?
Don't you know anything else besides English and cards?
So I play cards. I can do other things too.
Just take the book and let's get these lessons over with.
Then we'll have a chat.
There'll be no more chats.
He's arriving.
Who's arriving?
The man from London you've been preparing me for.
He's coming to collect his father's inheritance.
He is coming!
- When's he coming? - Tonight.
So quickly!
We didn't have time to do anything yet.
Not with me anyway. And now it's someone else's turn.
Ladies first!
What do you mean?
Look me straight in the eye.
Now that I became a genius...
Rena wants to freshen up her English too.
She's preparing a ladies' group for you.
You can work here all year round.
Soon, I'll vacate my room...
I can see you moving in...
No dust enters this place, no noise, nothing...
You'll be able to watch the rallies from our balcony.
You'll sleep all morning,
then you'll watch television...
Bring him for a chat and we'll see.
But daddy,
this gentleman's so tall.
- Mr. Emmanuel? - Yes.
Please do me a favor and take our British friend sightseeing.
Barbara will come and pick you up with the car.
You will explain what is interesting because he is an educated person
and he is interested.
We've got 15 minutes.
It is dawn but no one knows
The summer has passed without me telling you
So young you are, thin as a dove
They don't call me Mary anymore, they call me Jojo
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye my love
tender as a knife
My heart is suffering
but I won't tell you
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Two bottles of whisky on the balcony.
How are we getting on?
For your birthday.
What's that?
So they teach English literature at the university?
And you're so young.
Are you happy with your work?
Do you have any free time?
Stay there, I'll get you a drink.
This belongs to you.
Let's go and watch the sunrise from the Acropolis.
Halt!
Even the knot of a pine may be an eye
and needles from firs can be spears
An enemy lies in ambush behind every bush.
Halt! Death!
Here, the ear does not listen to the earth's heart.
Halt! Death!
The hours resound with machine guns every second
and hand-grenades in the first few minutes.
Bombs... and then, the assault.
Halt! Death!
How will you cross the desperate trench?
They have all forgotten their mothers.
The sun gapes like a corpse.
The heads of those fallen in battle dangle from the backs of mules.
They have their own time.
On the frozen neck, a cross.
The frozen nails... the archives of casualties.
Halt! Death!
Here the moon shows its teeth with every sigh.
Halt! Death!
We have become a desperate vertical figure.
An army of the dead has encamped on our breast
along the valleys of sleepless men.
The hours howl inconsolably.
Jackals eat their laughter.
The vultures eat the earth's flesh.
The earth protests, the trees break like courage within us.
Halt! Death!
You should not have come.
Now that I have become a desperate vertical figure
You should not have come.
I bind my patience to the sun.
I walk on my hands.
I cry in the fathomless night.
I gather up my breast, my eyes.
You should not have come.
Halt! Death!"
Hello?
She's not here. They're all away.
There's no-one here. Who's calling, please?
...then the Liberals came in.
Out went the Liberals, in came the Populists...
The coup d'etat of '35, the August 4 dictatorship...
In came the British.
Out went the British, in and out with the Germans.
Back with the British.
Out with the British and in came the Americans,
French, German, Italian, Japanese...
- Over here I've got... - Thanks, another time.
Goodbye.
Barbarian!
Barbara!
I've come to tell you... nothing important,
only...
it's a pity things turned out like this without you or I wanting them to.
- I'll never forget you. - I can't hear you.
It's a pity things turned out like this!
I don't feel anything for you!
I'm not in love! I don't want to see you again!
I don't believe a word you say.
You're sorry and you want to make up.
No, don't interrupt me!
You mature young men have learned fancy speech,
rich words of promise.
What about the great deeds?
What happened to your youthful dreams?
Standing up to things? The major decisions?
Or have you become enveloped in a cosy little job?
A comfy desk near the window? With the phone held between your fingers?
"Good morning, sir! Did you have a nice weekend?"
"So hot again today."
"So many more tourists this year."
"Where are you going for your vacations?"
"Won't you come in for a drink?"
"What do you think of the political situation?"
Speak softly, someone may hear us!
The End
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