Alexis Zorbas Page #3

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...that was too much.

All right, laugh, but remember this.

If a woman sleeps alone,

it puts a shame on all men.

God has a very big heart...

...but there is one sin

he will not forgive:

If a woman calls a man to her bed

and he will not go.

I know, because a very wise,

old Turk told me.

A Turk? And you,

a Greek, believed him?

I'm going to wash.

I thought the Greeks

and the Turks never talked.

They just fought.

Don't tell me you never went to war.

I don't like that kind of stupid talk.

What's so stupid about...

...fighting for your country?

- Excuse me, boss.

You talk like a teacher.

You think like a teacher.

How can you understand?

Of course I can.

With your head, yes.

You say, "This is right.

This is wrong."

But when you talk...

...I watch your arms...

...your legs, your chest.

They are dumb.

They say nothing.

- So how can you understand?

- You're just making up excuses.

I don't believe you give

a damn about your country.

Don't you talk to me like that!

Look, here, and here and here.

Nothing on the back!

I have done things for my country

that would make your hair stand.

I have killed, burned villages,

raped women.

And why?

Because they were Turks

or Bulgarians.

That's the rotten damn fool I was.

Now I look at a man, any man,

and I say, "He is good. He is bad."

What do I care if he's Greek or Turk?

As I get older,

I swear by the bread I eat.

I even stop asking that.

Good or bad, what is the difference?

They all end up the same way...

...food for worms.

And as for women,

you make fun of me that I love them.

How can I not love them?

They're such poor, weak creatures.

And it takes so little.

A man's hand on their breast...

...and they give you all they've got.

Where are you, Bouboulina?

Canavaro is here.

Chouchou!

Look what I brought you.

- Merci.

- Happy Christmas!

I made it myself

to make her feel good.

- It's me?

- Yes.

- Merry Christmas, Madame.

- And also for you.

What is that extraordinary smell

coming from the kitchen?

- It is a big fat Turkish.

- A Turkish.

- I hope he's not burning.

- Do not worry. Sit down.

We will start from the center,

the belly.

Then we will take care

of the other parts, later.

Yes.

Merci.

Aren't you feeling well?

In my age, monsieur,

one is never well.

Especially on the holidays.

I drink to your health,

my beautiful chouchou mermaid.

May you grow new teeth...

...and new skin...

...and throw away these stupid ribbons

you wear to hide your neck.

May the Great Powers

come back to Crete.

And when you rise out

of the waves to greet them...

...may all their damn ships crash...

...on these round, hard rocks.

I wish it could happen, what you say.

- But it is too late.

- No, it is not!

Please, no!

Are you all right?

You see, it is too late.

Oh, don't be sad, my little Bouboulina.

I have heard of a new doctor in Europe.

He makes miracles.

You take what the hell ever

he gives you, drops or powders...

...and you become 20 again.

Maybe 25.

I will get you some.

- You will?

- Sure.

- A big bottle?

- A whole barrel.

Here.

What are you thinking?

Alexandria, Beirut, Istanbul.

How they loved me.

Who?

Everybody.

Ali Bey, Mustafa Nahas Pasha.

Suleiman Pasha. Especially Suleiman.

Those damn cats.

Well, I...

What?

- She's asleep?

- Yes.

Let her.

She's 20 again.

She's strolling

around Alexandria, Beirut.

Look at her, smiling.

Silly old b*tch. Come on.

We can't go and just leave her alone.

She's not alone. She is with

Suleiman Pasha, having hell of a time.

Dirty old cow.

She is in.

Go.

And God bless you.

- Where are you going?

- To church.

- I've never been to a Greek Christmas.

- Boss!

- No. Don't you understand?

- You're young, full of energy.

I don't understand

what you're doing with it.

I've had enough of this.

Why don't you leave me alone?

I love you,

and I want the best for you.

- Don't shout!

- Who's shouting!

There she is. She is waiting.

- Cigarette.

- This is ridiculous.

- I'm not going to stand here arguing.

- But, boss...

...she is waiting for you.

- Let's just say that I'm different...

...and I've got to go my own way.

If God went your way,

there would be no Christmas.

He didn't go to church, he went to Mary.

And Christ was born.

He went that way. Mary is the widow.

On a deaf man's door,

you can knock forever!

Ever.

- Now, here's the money.

- Thank you.

And remember, it's all I can afford.

- Poor boss, I know.

- Just buy what we need for the cable...

...and come straight back.

- Of course.

- Don't get stuck anywhere on the way.

- I will be quick like the wind.

- Five days. You promised.

- Boss, I promise.

Goodbye, boss.

Zorba. Zorba!

What do you want?

Don't forget me.

Yes. Goodbye.

Don't be sad. He's coming back.

They all say that.

Garon! Champagne.

"I shall not describe you...

...the continuation.

Except to say...

...that it was long and very wild."

Very, very wild.

Next afternoon...

Next afternoon...

...I wake up.

And...

...what do I see?

Next to me, in bed...

...the female sex...

...in person.

Soft...

...and warm...

...and sweet-smelling.

So I say to myself:

"Zorba...

...you are in paradise.

Enjoy it.

Don't move."

Imagine what luck.

There's a restaurant opposite...

... and they sends us food,

splendiferous food. Caviar...

... steaks, baklava, everything.

We eat and back to work,

and back to sleep and so on, et cetera.

Antoni!

This is my good news, boss. And don't

worry, I think of your business also.

But I ask you, why push things?

Every day my head becomes more clear...

... and I shall be able

to make the best deals.

I kiss you friendly. Me, Zorba.

P. S., I forgot to tell you.

Her name is Lola.

Monsieur.

Pardon. They told me you had a letter.

It's from him?

It's from him.

What does he say?

Read it yourself.

I cannot.

My eyes.

He says...

...he's very busy.

There is something for me?

Of course.

Read it.

Please.

"Please tell Bouboulina

that I miss her."

Go on.

"Tell her...

...that every night I go back

to my little room...

...and I pray to God

to send me back to her...

...quickly.

For without my Bouboulina...

...I feel so damn miserable...

...that when I see her again I...

...I'll..."

What?

"I'll kneel before her...

...and ask her to be mine forever."

Forever?

Yes, forever. That's what he says.

All right.

Tell him that I accept.

And please, write that he brings me...

...5 meters of white satin...

...and voile.

You see, I cannot find here.

I understand.

You are very kind.

One thing more.

You know...

...Zorba and me,

we like you very much.

Will you be our witness?

It will be an honor.

I'm sorry.

Mr. Zorba.

Boss!

Oh, boss.

You stink of perfume, Mr. Zorba.

Yes, I know. I scrubbed my skin for

two hours, but it still smells. It's funny.

Isn't it?

Well, what's all this?

- Presents.

- Presents!

- Who the hell for?

- Barba Antoni, Yianni.

This...

...is for poor little Bouboulina.

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