Mikra Anglia Page #5
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...the walls were steeped
in my father's madness...
...and my mother's tears?
And you said that I...
...that I would breathe new life
into the rooms...
I begged you, Orsa. I begged
and begged but you insisted...
...that you want the cousins
to be together.
That you want to be
near your sister.
I'll have Annezio.
She's over 70.
What's going on?
I feel that we should.
That it's necessary.
That the time has come
for us to move here.
You thought about it too late,
Orsa.
Now families, women
have to stay together.
In retaliation for the sinking of
the HOOD and the loss of 1,300 men...
...British naval forces
in the Atlantic...
...have hunted down and sunk
the BISMARCK...
...sending a thousand Germans
to a watery grave.
They'll bomb fuel tanks,
docks, customs houses...
They'll target the ports first.
The SS KYMOTHOE
is sailing for Marseille.
And the SS ARCHIPELAGOS
for Konstanz.
and we're at it again.
Since I was 13...
50 years at sea...
And now you're leaving and
I'm staying here on the rock...
...like an old crab
with its claws broken...
You'll look out for the women.
And the children.
See you tonight.
So long.
Take care.
NAUTILUS was sunk...
...with all hands on board.
And I still remember that night
going from village to village...
...alone on my mule
to notify the families.
I'm haunted by that night. I don't
want to go through that again.
Do I have the five?
From the Korthian villages?
Those poor boys?
Their seaman's books are ready.
All five are signing on.
And I've checked out the sons...
Thank you.
Spyros...
Take Orsa and go home.
I'm popping over to the doctor
for a cough syrup to have in stock...
...and I'm coming.
Good evening.
The Maltabes Clan.
"Little England".
"Little England".
I've loaded copper in Valparaiso
and am heading for Buenos Aires.
We get there, unload...
...and to thank the crew, I take them
all to a club, the La Paloma.
Don't be cross with us! It's my knee.
That's why we're late.
- Hope you're better soon, Nana.
- It's been swollen for ten days.
There are 1317 postcards
in my collection.
The only country I don't have
a postcard from is Albania.
I don't even know what it's like...
And tomorrow so many young men...
...who were my pupils
Why is Spyros so late?
- What signatures?
Here he is.
Good evening.
There you are! Where were you?
I had to say goodbye
to a lot of people...
- How are you, Katerina?
- I'm fine, Spyros.
Our LITTLE ENGLAND.
LITTLE ENGLAND?
Strange name for a ship.
No doubt it was little Moscha's idea.
She's so fluent in English.
Definitely!
Registered tonnage 4,978, cargo...
...tonnage 7500.
Price 92,000 pounds.
Bravo!
Congratulations!
Spyros Maltabes,
mission accomplished.
You are now a ship owner.
Ammonia, nitrate, naphthalene...
...varnishes and tar.
I took on all the dangerous cargo.
I worked... like a dog.
Mines and torpedoes everywhere.
You picked the time to invest
all your savings on shipboards.
I've been waiting for it
for 10 years.
You're completely mad!
Congratulations.
May she be seaworthy.
Our madman has guts.
That's common knowledge.
Be careful you don't get caught
up in the injustice of war.
That's my business.
The injustice of war rings out
in my ears... in yours...
And there are other injustices
that weigh down my soul.
Godspeed...
And a safe return.
For everyone.
Amen!
Cheers!
Cheers!
Amen!
It's the first time...
...that the three captains of the
house are on the island together...
...and sitting at the same table,
mother.
The first time in so many years.
Their health!
Orsa...
Orsa...
I leave at daybreak.
All night I've been searching
for your eyes...
...and it's as if for you
I don't exist...
Take care...
Take care of yourself...
Please, I beg you,
take care of yourself.
My love.
- Take care, Spyros.
- May the daybreak find us well!
Good night.
- We all had a lovely time.
- Be well!
Thank you very much, Mina.
Good night and have
a safe journey back!
- Bon voyage!
- Goodbye!
Our Father which art in Heaven,
make us good and drunk this day.
He doesn't know.
He hasn't touched me
in two and a half months.
He's changed, Orsa... completely.
Running about, worries, bills...
And how can I tell him now?
How can I tell him now
that he's leaving...
Early in the morning...
...the myrrh-bearing women
came to Thee...
...and sprinkled myrrh...
...on Thy tomb.
O my sweet spring...
...my sweetest Child...
Where has all Thy beauty faded?
Him who now and forever
stills the winds, calms the waves...
...causes storms
to cease and stirs...
...the good and fitting winds
and climes...
...be forever commander and mate
to Thy servants...
...and guide them to safe havens.
Amen.
The blue flows...
And we flow with it.
With them... on the waves.
The silver candlesticks.
For that humble home.
It's shameful...
Well, they don't have electricity
there.
- Let them have the binoculars.
- I need them.
Bring the silver teaspoons as well.
What are they going to do with them
up there in the desolate mountains?
They're simple folk...
farmers with spades.
They'll take a shine to them.
We can't eat them
and the children need food.
Trade them for chickens,
cheese, flour.
Tell them we've also got curtains
and carpets...
...for the next time...
Just a minute. Wait.
For the road...
So tell me... do Italian women
have butts...
...wobbly ones...
Englishwomen?
Broad... and withered!
German women?
Krupp butts. As big as a tank.
Good boy Savvas. Now tell me...
Argentinean women down there...
What sort of asses do they have?
Steaming!
You aced that one!
How many hurricanes have
you been in, Grandpa?
Too many to count.
- The worst sea is the Bay of Biscay?
- Cursed.
Her ocean bed is full
of scattered bones.
The biggest graveyard for our lot.
Grandfather, who do you think
is the most fearless captain?
Dad or Uncle Spyros?
What a question, you rascal!
...as the German stukas
of the Wehrmacht bombed...
...and sank ten destroyers and
torpedo boats of the Hellenic Navy...
...the PSARRAS, the HYDRA,
the THYELLA, the DOREIS...
...the KYDONEAE, the AEGLI,
the KIOS, the KIZIKOS...
...the PERGAMOS,
the ARETHUSA...
During the attempted
invasion of Crete...
...the resistance
of the inhabitants...
...resulted in the massacre...
...of the 7th parachute division
of the Germans.
LITTLE ENGLAND:
In the Atlantic, the greatest threat
comes not from the huge waves...
...and the freezing cold,
but from German submarines...
...which attack allied convoys
like wolf packs in the night.
The battle for naval supremacy
is crucial to the outcome of the war.
In just the last month
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