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HitIer, Germany!

-Dunno!

-What?! Where did you come from?

Cash... Antalia... Fatie...

no war.

-Let's confiscate the boat.

-Why?

To go to Rhodes, to ItaIy.

-to where things are happening.

-Do you care that much?

Yes! We're in this God-forsaken place.

We don't know what's

happening anywhere.

Aren't you curious? I say, let's go to

the front where there's action.

Fine...

let's vote.

Whoever agrees with the sergeant

to confiscate poor Aziz's boat...

to face a very dangerous journey

to Rhodes for two days...

without any certainty of arriving,

raise your hand.

Whoever whishes to stay,

raise your hand.

I don't vote because of my rank.

We stay.

What kind of vote is that?

We're staying on the

island of oblivion.

Smoke some oblivion!

It was a rigged vote.

Did you ever think

we'd end up here?

Did you eat chicken with your finger?

You pipe's glued to your hands.

Pass it around!

-What's chicken got to do with oblivion?

-They both stick to your fingers.

I think this stuff is prohibited

in ItaIy right now.

Why?

Under Fascism everything good

is prohibited.

-Would you, Emperor, legalize it?

-Who, the raisin?

-What raisin?

-What are you talking about?

-As Emperor...

-Sergeant Lo Russo.

No guard duty... Savoy, eh?

To the boat!

I don't agree.

With the sloppy and relaxed attitude

that prevails among you.

Being a comrade, I can't go ir

against the tide...

I can't go against the wishes

of the majority.

I aIso understand your rebeIIious

attitude toward authority because of...

-the absolute negligence of the state.

-What the f*** are you saying, Lo Russo?

What are you saying?

I'm saying what I'm saying.

I too feel...

abandoned by my country,

by ItaIy.

And I don't give a sh*t!

And I'll say it again!

They left us here, and here we'll stay!

They said, "You'll manage", and...

we're managing.

-What are they saying, Aziz?

-Dunno.

You always "dunno".

You dunno nothing!

Hi, Aziz. Friend... friend!

Take me home!

Take me along! Friends!

ItaIy, Turkey...

one face, one race!

He stole everything! Everything!

Now what! We stay here Iike

a bunch of idiots.

Never trust the Turks.

Hell, don't laugh, Father!

We don't even have a weapon.

How can we occupy the island?

Come with me.

Come with me.

We've had weapons all along.

We're friends, right?

Why won't you make love

with me?

-Because.

-Are you embarrassed?

What's the most beautiful

thing on earth?

Some say a swarm of knights, others

say infantrymen, yet others say ships.

I say it's the one I love. And then it

continues. A Greek poet wrote it...

over 2,000 years ago.

Yes, but why won't you make

love with me? Why?

-I've never done it.

-Never?

But...

I want the first time

to be for Iove...

really for love, you understand?

Life isn't enough...

One life isn't enough for me.

There aren't enough days...

too many things to do,

too many ideas...

Every sunset upsets me because

another day has gone by.

Then I'm moved,

because I'm alone...

a tiny dot in the universe.

I'd like to watch sunsets

with my mother...

or with a woman I might Iove.

I'd like to spend the nights

alone... alone, or...

maybe with a beautifuI sIut

which is better than aIone...

Did the Turk Ieave any of that stuff?

"Dunno" was his name.

Thanks.

If things were aIways this way...

if they took your weapons and left

this stuff, we'd live better, right?

-Come on, come on.

-We're coming.

-You go first.

-No, you go.

-No, I won't go!

-Go!

You know what Father always said?

"If necessary, float on sh*t."

-I'd like to see him!

-Ready? One, two, three...

Vassilissa, what about this?

Mine.

-A gun in your kitchen?

-For the enemies.

-May I ask you something?

-What?

I've been waiting to ask you...

No, no, nothing. Never mind.

Go ahead. Go on.

How come you're a...

How come you're... a...

-Prostitute?

-Yes.

My mother is a prostitute.

My grandmother's a prostitute.

My sister's a prostitute.

Logical, isn't it?

LogicaI... IogicaI.

What did you do before?

Where were you?

Why did you come here?

-Here?

-Yes.

In Athens I worked with the Germans.

The Germans brought me here.

They Ieft.

I stayed.

The end.

-You like it here? You want to stay here?

-I don't know.

It's fine here... for now.

But you'll...

you'll always, always be...

A prostitute?

I...

I... I don't know.

Maybe I'll open a tavern.

-It's a massacre! Penalty!

-I didn't hurt him!

-Lieutenant, f*** off!

-You f*** off!

Calm down!

Now... it's a penalty.

On two conditions.

One:
that you do the kicking.

Two:
that I do the bIocking.

I'm hypnotizing you!

It's already blocked!

The pepper got you, eh?

Go on!

Kick!

It's been 15 minutes!

I hypnotized you, but...

Don't show me where you'll kick...

It's already blocked.

Move away!

What the hell?

My God!

He's ltalian. He's one of us.

-ItaIians?

-Lieutenant RaffaeIe Montini.

Sergeant Nicola Lo Russo.

Lieutenant Carmelo La Rosa.

Anyway, I saw it. There was no penalty.

You are ItaIian soIdiers?

-Aegean?

-I think so.

I had engine troubIe, nothing

serious, just a coupIing.

I'm headed for Crete. Our division

was united with the British.

-The British??!

-Sure! They have...

some incredible planes! The British

and the Americans are very organized.

British and Americans?

Did you surrender?

Who?

You don't know about anything!

Not even September 8th?

So what? Every year there's

September 8, 9, 10...

What about September 8th?

-How Iong have you been here?

-Since June.

-June of what year?

-'41.

-'41, '42... '43... Three years?

-What?

You've been here three years?

Hear that? Three years.

He's been here three years!

-We've all been here three years!

-All of you?

We arrived together.

Then you know nothing?

You have no radio, or anything?

-We had one.

-I'll explain it all. Mussolini fell.

ItaIy is divided. South,

the British and Americans.

North:
The Germans and Fascists.

In between the CLN.

-What's the CLN?

-National Liberation Committee--

the partisans. There's a civil war.

Friends have become enemies,

and vice versa.

There's lots of turmoil, many

opportunities, and much to do.

We can't remain outside of it.

There are big ideals at stake.

Lots of money can be made.

Done!

-It's fixed.

-And this?

The plane's got too many parts! That

piece is useless. Leave it there.

I'll let headquarters know you're here.

A chip or something might come by.

If you get back, drop in on me in

PaIermo. Brig the woman, the wives...

whatever, anybody!

Three years! Hard to believe!

Three years!

Come on! Take me along!

Why can't you?

-Hey, just a minute.

-Take me home!

-Take me home!

-Take it easy! Calm down.

I am caIm.

I want to go home.

You could at least have

taken the letters!

It's over.

Soon they'll come for us...

and take us home.

And we won't see each other again.

I don't know how many men

I've been with.

I don't remember any

of their faces.

When you leave, I won't remember...

you, either.

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