Head On Page #4

-Never ever say anything is too much.

It's Toula, honey.

-Hi.

Pleased to meet you, Toula.

I'm Sean.

-It was my mother's name.

And you've met Persephone.

-Johnny.

[Johnny] You know the story of

Persephone, don't you?

She spends half her time in hell

and the other half in the real world.

Trouble is,

she doesn't know what's real anymore.

-She doesn't know where she belongs.

[speaks Greek]

-What do you expect me to do, huh?

Dress like a putana?

-Apologize to Toula.

Never get involved with a Greek.

We're all mad.

Totally f***ed up.

Crazy, hey Ari?

Let's go to the poofters.

Let's go dancing.

-You want to come?

-Sure, where?

-Three Faces, honey.

Come on, hop in.

-I'll meet you there, OK?

-You can get out at the corner.

You're not coming with me.

-Don't be mad, Ari.

Mama's arranged everything.

-Where are we going?

-Three Faces, Commercial Road, thanks.

[tires screech]

-F***.

-What?

[knocking]

[Toula and cab driver

chatting indistinctly]

[cab driver] You have boyfriend?

-No, I don't. [chuckles]

[cab driver] No? A pretty girl like you?

[laughs]

[woman] Who is it?

-Hi, sorry to wake you.

My name is Ari, I'm Alex's brother.

-What you doing here?

-Is Charlie's home, with my sister?

-Charlie's not home.

It's very late.

Why you come here?

-Do you know where he is

or where they went?

-They don't tell me nothing.

They could be anywhere.

Why you don't look after your sister?

-Alex is a good girl.

-You not happy she go with Lebanese.

-I'm sorry.

Sh*t.

You wait here.

[knocking]

-F***.

[door shuts]

Let go of me, man.

Let go, get your hands off me.

-F*** off!

[Ari] Piece of sh*t.

[Alex] Stop it.

-Get out of the car, piece of sh*t.

- [Charlie] F*** off.

- [Ari] Get out of the car.

[Alex] Leave it!

You're worse than Dad, just stop it.

[both men panting]

Ari, I'm OK.

-F***ing crazy man,

what the f***'s wrong with you?

[Alex] Leave him, Ari.

Leave him.

I'm OK, OK?

Everything's cool.

OK?

-Sure you're all right?

[shrieks]

-Come on, Ari.

Lover boy's waiting.

-Please, Ari, just go.

-Can you hurry up please?

-He'll be there.

-You Greek?

-Sure are.

Just two Greek girls

looking for a good night out.

-What are you?

-Turkish.

-Your great-grandfather

raped my great-grandmother.

[laughter]

-You like Greek music?

[laughter]

[Greek music plays on radio]

[screams]

-I love this song.

It's so f***ing cute.

-You don't even know

what this song's about.

-You know this song?

The road has its own story.

There is one word painted on the wall.

-Freedom.

-They say the story

was written by the youth.

-That's very romantic.

-It's important to remember.

Those students struggled.

They gave up their lives.

-Polytechnic is history.

It happened a long time ago.

[cab driver] It was not so long ago.

-It's a pity they all forgot

what the struggle was for.

-Freedom.

[yawns]

Some people talk about it.

Some people live it.

- [Johnny] You Turks are just like the

Greeks.

One life and it's all politics.

[sirens]

- [taxi driver] Sh*t.

[speaking foreign language]

What have I taken?

-A cocktail, sugar.

Something to make you fly.

-Don't say anything, Johnny.

-You realize

you just went through a red light, driver?

-Really?

-I need to see your driver's license,

please.

[cab driver] Yes sir.

-Excuse me, is there a problem, officer?

[laughter]

[Toula oinks]

[Ari oinks]

[both laugh]

[humming]

-F***, this room is white.

-What about the chairs?

Have you ever seen chairs this color?

-Carpet used to be this color.

[laughter]

[oinks]

[both laugh]

[Ari oinks]

[laughter]

-Ooh!

[mimicking] Ooh!

[laughter]

-They had no right

to look in a girl's handbag.

It's private.

[laughs]

[door opens]

You're Greek, aren't you?

Uh-oh.

[door opens and shuts]

-You realize the possession of drugs

is a serious offense.

Take it you're Toula.

Hey Chris, isn't that your wife's name?

[laughs]

-We got the right to talk to a lawyer.

-Shut your mouth.

-The hash is mine.

He doesn't know anything about it.

-You hear that?

Your girlfriend wants to take the rap.

-I'm not his girlfriend.

We're family, sugar.

-Don't "sugar" me, c*nt.

Give a f*** what you are.

Stand up.

Stand up.

You working tonight, Toula?

-I'm not a prostitute.

-Where'd you get the money for the hash?

-I won it in a card game.

-You can't keep us here.

[c*cks gun]

- [police officer] How'd you like me

to stick a knife in your hand, c*nt,

and tell the coroner you pulled it on me?

[breathing heavily]

-Move to the center of the room.

Do it now!

Remove your clothes.

Now!

Your underwear.

I said your underwear.

-You better help her along.

Seeing she knows you.

[grunts]

Come on, c*nt, come on.

That's right, sh*t stick.

Relax.

You're going to enjoy this.

[Chris]

Remove the rest of your underwear.

-Just do it!

[cries out in pain]

-Get up!

[fabric tears]

[Toula groans]

[yells]

You f***ing whore.

Piece of sh*t.

[blows landing]

[crying]

Putana, putana!

You're a f***ing whore.

Look at you.

[Toula whimpering]

-You're a disgrace.

[blows landing]

[officer yelling in Greek]

Piece of sh*t.

You're scum.

[screaming in Greek]

Putana!

Whore, whore!

You f***ing whore!

[sirens]

-Should have kept quiet, Johnny.

For once in your f***ing life,

you should have just kept your mouth shut.

-Haven't we always said

what we hate about the wogs

is that they're gutless?

-What are you doing?

-Get down.

Every time you keep your mouth shut,

every time you keep quiet,

that's where you'll stay.

-My truth is my own.

-You have to stand up against all the sh*t

and all the hypocrisy.

It's the only way to make a difference.

-Get away from me.

I'm coming home with you.

-Toula can look after herself.

-I want to come.

What could I do?

-Drive.

[Ari] What could I do?

[dramatic music]

[muffled laughter and conversation]

[muffled man's voice] Putana!

Putana!

Putana!

[upbeat dance music]

[upbeat dance music]

[breathing heavily]

[muffled upbeat dance music]

[inhales deeply]

[sudden loud vibration]

[exhales]

[breathing heavily]

[vibration fades]

[muffled dance music resumes]

[breathes heavily]

-Not here, Ari.

-Do me now.

Do it now.

-Come with me.

[muffled dance music]

[distant sirens]

[both breathing heavily]

[belt hits floor]

[both breathing heavily]

I think I'm falling in love with you, Ari.

[breathing heavily]

[breathing quickens]

[Sean gagging]

[gagging]

Ari, f***!

[punch lands]

[Sean cries out]

[both panting]

- [Sean] F***, you f***ing freak.

Come on, you f***er.

Think you're tough?

You think you're tough?

You look at me.

Look at me!

[panting]

F***ing piece of sh*t.

Get out.

[door slams]

[panting]

[softly] I'm sorry.

[breath shaking]

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

[crying] I'm sorry.

[crying]

[muffled upbeat music]

[Ari voice-over]

I'm a whore, a dog, and a c*nt.

My father's insults make me strong.

I accept them all.

I'm sliding toward the sewer.

I'm not struggling.

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