Mikra Anglia Page #6

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14 Greek ships were lost.

As for rescue operations...

Rescue operations?

What rescue operations?

The Americans have stopped it!

How many will die

in the icy waters...

...and how many

will be eaten by sharks?

What the hell am I doing

in the Indian Ocean?

Yannis. Signal the British

that we're changing course.

Come on, lads!

Let's go!

The children ask me why

she's called Hexadaktylou...

...since she's got five fingers!

Listen to me...

We have children,

we have obligations...

...and we've got to hold out!

Keep playing the piano,

Hexadaktylou! I'll open.

There you are!

- I thought we said at 2:00.

- We're half an hour late!

Finally!

We've already had the first drink.

- Where were you?

- We were waiting for you!

Many happy returns.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

- Happy birthday.

- Thank you.

Others are resisting

in the mountains with guns...

...while chicken-hearted me,

with the piano... And raki.

Just raki. Straight!

I traded the piano stool

for half a bottle.

- Next week the piano goes.

- Don't.

Katina? Marie?

They're in Athens...

nursing the wounded.

"This is the BBC.

Air and naval battles from

Midway to the Coral Sea...

...and from the North Sea

to Madagascar.

Also, allied convoys

to transport munitions...

...from America to Europe.

And...

...1,5 million Germans

dead in Russia. "

1,5 million Germans dead.

In this instance I have to hand it

to the communists.

They gave their word

that they would win, Kiki.

That some day they'll

come back to us...

...bringing lice in mounds

instead of pounds.

Love's mystic sails,

and no more black veils!

No more black veils!

Madame...

I won't take no for an answer.

I'm the man you missed

all these years.

That's the way my Mikes

used to dance with me.

How I wish he were alive and never

mind his farting day and night.

Actually, I miss his farts...

Believe it or not...

...I still have the taste

of Vangelis' kiss on my lips...

...even if he was lost at sea

17 years ago...

How time flies...

With war... and peace.

With love affairs and childbirths.

With yearning... and dignity.

With work...

...and the Etesian winds.

Katerina, your song!

From that lovely record

Vangelis had sent you.

Come on, say the words...

I don't know what they mean.

We don't need to know.

Russian songs are very suited

to sadness. More than any others!

Poor things, they have no news...

Bafaloukas, Falangas...

...Piangos, Michas, Tziotis...

22 from the THRASYVOULOS

and 26 from the PANACHRANTOU.

The first men from Andros

lost in this war.

They want their memorial sweet...

Tie the oilskin pouches...

...with your seaman's book

and diploma to your waists.

So they can identify our bodies

if the worst comes to the worst.

For Andros.

For Andros.

Come on, lads.

Good evening.

Good evening, Moscha.

From our London offices

and the British Red Cross...

...we have learnt that...

...a submarine picked up

three of our men...

...Zanakis, Maistros...

...and Boussoulas.

They said that Spyros put them

in the lifeboat... he ordered them.

They didn't see

what happened to him...

...if he managed to save himself...

LITTLE ENGLAND sank.

My love!

Spyros!

My love! Spyros!

Moscha!

Moscha!

My sister and my husband!

Where are you?

Behind my back!

Your children!

How many years behind my back?

How many?

What is this?

I'll tear you to pieces!

Don't come near me!

Don't come near me!

Keep away from me!

He was here in '33.

And Mersina was born in '34.

Speak up.

Who is her father?

Your husband or mine?

So he asked for Orsa's hand first.

And I'm finding out about it now.

15 years later...

And you, mother... monster...

you who are so calculating...

...and nothing gets by you.

What did you reply...

...when he came back and asked for

the hand of your second daughter?

What did you tell him? Nothing!

You just chose to ignore it,

just like that.

You're responsible for all this.

How could you?

What kind of woman are you?

What kind of mother?

What kind of woman am I?

Well, speak up! Let's hear it!

What kind of woman am I?

What kind of mother am I?

Look who's talking. You...

You who only sent word from

the other side of the planet...

...while I fought, I fought,

I fought alone...

The house, two difficult females...

...staying close and consoling

the widows of the seamen...

...present at the 40-day memorials,

the annual memorials...

...the 6-month memorials...

What kind of woman am I?

Never failing to convey

your condolences...

What kind of woman am I?

What kind...

You destroyed us... mother.

We destroyed...

...we destroyed our own children.

If he's alive?

If he comes back?

What will he do?

What will become of us?

Your children will not be left

without a father.

Freedom, at last!

Moscha, turn the radio on.

I just want him to be alive

and well.

The people are waiting. Come along.

Please be patient... wait.

Silence, please.

Many were seen by Karyotakis,

Loukissas and Sybouras. Ask them.

Athanasios Boulmetis, cook.

Did you see him anywhere?

I saw him in Japan 6 months ago.

In a concentration camp. He's ok.

Giorgakis Kalogirou? He was

a boatswain on the CYCLADES.

He's alive. He was with me

in the Philippines.

General MacArthour freed

5,000 prisoners. He's coming home.

Any good news about my brother,

Alexandros Kyrtatas?

He too was a seaman on the CYCLADES.

My father, a radio operator on the

THEOMITOR, Gerassimos Balas.

When's he coming?

Son, there in the Philippines...

...did you happen to see

my two boys?

Halas! Family name Halas...

Two boys as tall as cypress trees.

I don't know.

I didn't happen to see them.

I was going to come...

I was going to come to the house...

All 22 of us... he put us

in the lifeboat... all of us.

All 22 of us.

We didn't want to go...

I didn't want to go.

He cussed me, he ordered me,

he gave me a couple of punches...

...and threw me into the lifeboat.

I didn't want to leave him.

Valiant men...

...of Andros.

Bones scattered in the depths...

Orsa... Would you like

the binoculars?

...of distant oceans...

Go away.

...in the embrace of history...

...they tell of mourning and sorrow.

For us there is no forgetting...

...a journey with open sails.

In sorrow and pride...

...with laurel wreaths.

A heavy toll of blood...

...since 31 ships from Andros sunk.

On the last convoy it joined

the freighter LITTLE ENGLAND...

...was carrying cotton and wheat

from New Orleans.

It was torpedoed

off the Irish Coast...

...on 11 March 1943.

Spyros Maltabes sacrificed

his life for his men.

He stayed on the bridge...

...and went down with his ship.

The Bronze Medal for Valor

belongs to his family.

The sixth Maltabes to die.

His daughter.

I'm sorry...

I know all about it.

She dresses in black...

She won't eat.

She never leaves the house...

We haven't spoken

in almost 3 years.

We don't talk.

But the whole island

is talking about us.

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