The Zero Years
- Year:
- 2005
- 123 min
- 48 Views
A film by Nikos Nikolaidis
- Who are you?
- Who are you?
I live here.
Good. I'll be living here
too for a bit.
Get'em up.
I have to frisk you.
Is this necessary?
- Aren't you the new one?
- I am the new one.
Then get them up!
- What are you hiding here?
- What am I hiding?
One of your tits is bigger.
One of my tits happens
to be bigger.
How is that possible?
I don't think it's the right
time to discuss it.
I was born that way.
Yes... and I've come all the way
from hell, so I'm very tired.
Can I come in?
As soon as I'm done.
- Did you see anyone outside?
- Outside? No.
There are two men downstairs
watching the house.
To be honest. I didn't notice...
maybe, but I didn't notice...
Aren't you cold?
- What's that?
- Bag, clothes.
- And that?
- Suitcase, clothes.
All right.
Come in...
Hey, listen...
Go to the living room but stay
away from the window.
Come on, wake up...
The new one's here.
Did you tell her to stay away
from the window?
They've been broken
for a while...
Why don't you take off
your coat?
Oh yeah, right...
They've been that way since
the mice ate the wires...
Want one of mine?
- Where did you come from?
- Far away...
Twelve hours at sea...
I'm still swaying.
- How many years?
- What?
- How many years?
- Six...
In other words,
I'm almost done...
They told me to come here
to wait for my paper.
Anybody want coffee?
Good morning.
Isn't that what we do
every morning?
I was...
She's trying to impress
the new one.
One second...
- Are we sure about the cameras?
- They're broken.
- She knows.
- Mice ate the wires.
- She knows that too.
- Then why is she asking?
Coffee... smell it.
- It reminds me of real coffee.
- It is... real.
In fact it has some
chicory root too.
Where did you find it?
I can't smell a thing.
I feel sick.
An ashtray.
And...
- What are those?
- Open them.
Don't put it near your nose.
It could be poisoned.
They may have injected poison.
You know what they do? They
jab the needle into the stem...
- Move over.
- Can't you see I'm talking?
They jab the needle into the
stem, infuse the poison...
and you see nothing.
What are you talking about?
What do you think?
We don't know her...
She knocks on the door and says
"I'm the new one"...Great! So?
So! I've got all my papers
with me.
Big deal. I can make you
as many as you want.
We don't know you!
And all this... Where did
you get all this stuff?
Well, I say we throw
it all away...
and you go wash your hands
right now.
All right... all right.
Oh they've sagged... A bit.
- What are you doing?
- What did I do?
This is the best piece. Watch...
You take it and start to cut
it into tiny pieces.
Then you take the rest...
This is boiling. Do I throw
them in?
Yes... Did you cut
yourself?
Add some salt.
- Let me see. Is it deep?
- I'm okay.
But keep tasting them so
they won't overcook.
- Over what?
- Nothing.
Now, listen to this story,
just for laughs.
So, one day these cannibals
caught four hunters.
An Englishman!
An American, a...
- What were they hunting?
- What? What were they hunting?
For the record,
it doesn't matter.
The cannibals were hunting
people to eat and the people...
were hunting animals
so they could eat too.
Calm down... or you'll get
an egg.
Okay, why are you so touchy?
Why won't you let her
tell her story?
If it's one of those...
"dirty" stories...
I don't want to hear it.
- How do you know?
- What do you mean?
How do you know it's gonna
be "dirty"?
Besides you can't relate to any
of this since you can't come.
She's always going "oh oh"
using tongues and... sounds...
and... then... then...
nothing.
She's putting on a show.
- You mean you... can't...
- I once saw a 16 inch "thing".
You see lots of things.
Now, why did you say that?
You know they're down there
waiting for the right moment.
You've seen them yourself.
Who's down there?
Nobody.
For the record, I have to point
out... there's no such thing...
as a 16 inch thing.
Right, why don't you try
having an orgasm first...
and then an opinion.
Maybe I don't have orgasms, but
I do my job better than you.
Most of them want me.
Maro the Whip.
Throw the egg already.
Not another egg.
Throw the c*nt an egg.
Show her.
Why do you enjoy doing
this to me?
Because you enjoy it too.
Will you do me a favor?
What are you doing?
I'm shaking my b*obs
and swearing at them.
At who?
There's some people down there
watching me.
It's been ten months now
since I came here.
So every time they piss me off,
I pull out my tits...
and wiggle them,
like this...
- Excuse me.
- Yeah...
See for yourself.
- With the binoculars.
- Oh! With the binoculars.
It's two this time, but
sometimes it's three.
It's two, right?
You have pretty hair.
Do you see them now?
They're sort of moving.
Changing positions, huh?
They do that all the time,
to confuse you.
Do you see any little ones?
Sometimes they have little
ones along.
Little...
- Little... little!
- Little...
- Tiny.
- Tiny... froggies?
Children! They bring
little children.
Easy now!
You don't believe me either.
I've written everything down
in my notebook.
If it wasn't for me the others
in here would be lost.
I put myself on the line and
those freaks make fun of me.
Nobody's making fun of you, but
there are no kiddies today.
No kiddies?
Nope. I know those. They're
these blond little kids...
with little white coats.
- Little black coats.
- Little black coats, yes.
They wear little white coats
in the summer,
little black coats
in the winter.
And they have little
blond heads.
- What are you doing?
- I'm pissing myself.
- Don't leave me when I pee!
- You're squirting me...
You can't leave!
Hold me, like this.
What's the favor?
It's that you go to the
theater in my place.
Only for tonight.
Fine but that eye thing you do
when you come. Can't do that.
I don't come. I fake it.
It's an act.
Yeah, but sometimes...
Sometimes, when I'm bored,
I come.
Okay, but I can't do
the eye thing.
Especially the part
where you...
What eye thing?
The way you cross them a
little, sort of like this.
And then the lips.
My fingers keep going
up my nostrils.
I'll screw it up.
We'll practice till
you get it right.
And tomorrow we'll go
out shopping.
Really?
I want to buy baby clothes. I
saw some nice ones in a shop.
Can I tell you a secret?
Tell me a secret.
I'm stealing some of the money
they give us...
and hide it under the sink.
For my baby clothes.
Something like this?
That's ridiculous.
Pay attention.
Wait.
Again...
Fine but you cross only one
eye. How does that work?
I can't.
Fill it up a bit.
Yeah, fill it up a bit.
What do you mean
"fill it up?"?
Pretend you're coming,
fool, like this.
Is it that hard? Fill it up.
Fine, I'll fill it up.
Good, now add the eyes.
Right?
We should try something
else, huh?
- It didn't work did it?
- No.
Cross only one eye...
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