The Zero Years Page #2

Synopsis: Today as tomorrow and as yesterday. Four women, who have been sterilized and are under constant toxic restraint and surveillance, are serving their term in a government-run brothel. Their duty is to have sex and beat their customers without remorse. The relations between them are at a critical point; food and water are scarce, their house is rotting and ready to collapse. Nothing on the outside exists any more. Nightmarish visions, simulated miscarriages and rapes, injections and nausea all make up their daily routine. Yet their dream - even though they have been sterilized by the State - is to have a child. One day, one of their customers disappears. The interrogations begin.
Genre: Drama, Sci-Fi
Director(s): Nikos Nikolaidis
  1 win & 2 nominations.
 
IMDB:
6.5
Year:
2005
123 min
48 Views


but both of mine go.

- The lips?

- What about the lips?

You can't tell up from down

and you want lips?

Great, let's go.

Oh, that's how it starts!

Let's go.

Now... step by step.

One:
Forehead. Two: Left hand

goes to the mouth.

Three:
Fingers slowly

enter the mouth,

wet tongue.

Gently, gently.

Gently.

Gently.

The water is here!

The water is here!

- Go to the bathroom...

- Bathroom...

Yes and fill up the tub

with water.

Water...

- The doorbell...

- Who is it?

What are you asking me for?

She's right.

Why don't you tell us...

You're the one on the

binoculars all day.

I saw no one, except those

two across the street.

Doorbell...

Come on!

I'm gonna answer that.

It could be the mailman...

My paper.

A mailman at this hour?

Stall them...

Binoculars...

- Stop it!

- No, I won't.

They came to get me, didn't

they? Why should I stop?

Inspection, a woman in black

asked for you.

Listen, tell her I'm okay

and with the customers too.

I mean now. I have my own

customers! Okay?

Relax... everything's fine.

Everything's fine and those

people downstairs left.

They were never there.

Tell her that! They weren't!

And, the kiddies with

the white coats?

Black coats. No! Yes!

They're gone too.

They weren't ever...

they don't exist.

All right.

I see here that this was

a bad week.

What do you care? Either way

you'll get your money.

Things aren't that simple. This

Christina, what's her problem?

The records show she hasn't

done a job alone in 5 months.

She's teamed up with the

blonde. They did it once...

and clients want them

together ever since.

- The new one is here too.

- She's not that new.

Her papers say she's out

in two weeks.

This is yours.

Is there something wrong?

What could be wrong?

I'll call the blonde now,

right?

She always does that.

She either throws them in

the food or the toilet bowl.

They stink.

She's waiting.

Go without the costume;

she doesn't have much time.

At least the gloves.

- Which slut did this?

- What happened?

The crazy b*tch drew a

mustache on my icon.

What did you do to my icon,

you freak?

What are you talking about?

You're gonna lick it clean

before I back, you dirty b*tch.

Excuse me.

What?

No, please I won't do it again.

Please, not an egg.

She did it herself, to frame

me. Say something! Please.

- Your turn.

- Why me?

Because when I'm away,

you'll do it.

Yeah, I'm leaving

in a few days.

Fine, you're leaving but

until your paper comes...

She's right, let's see

your paper come first...

Give me the egg.

I think she likes it.

Right, it's disgusting.

Do the nipples.

The nipples!

And the mouth! The mouth...

This is fun.

Customer, I'm going

downstairs.

It could be the mailman...

for me...

Might as well forget

your God down here.

God is me, and this.

Got it, pig?

I'm gonna put you in my

infected juices.

All that will be left

will be your crust...

and the ashes from

your bones.

You like it, worm?

What's this? Empty cocoons

are all you produce.

You dress them in little white

coats and little black coats.

You won't make it out

of here alive.

Suck on this now. You'll

become a cocoon of dust again.

Come on, don't play dead.

You're alive!

Wake up you pig!

Easy now! Easy.

What have you done, you nut?

You slaughtered the man.

It's our job and we do it well.

Let go!

He sh*t on himself...

He stinks.

Drag him out.

Leave him on the sidewalk.

Take all his money...

- How much?

- All of it.

All of it...

What if he goes

to the police?

Not a chance. He'll be back

next week begging us.

- Throw him out.

- Yeah...

- It's just that I can't do it.

- Why?

Because it seems to me

that this man is dead.

- What did you just do?

- I changed the color.

Now me?

Press the button.

- Time's up.

- Time's up... What?

- Pick up four cards.

- Why?

- Because you're slow.

- You lose your turn too.

Don't forget the button.

Another blackout.

My turn.

- I change it to red. Take four.

- Why should I... take four?

Because I threw a joker.

You lose your turn too.

One... two... three... four...

I have a question. The one with

the most cards wins, right?

No, the one with the least.

Whoever is left with

no cards wins.

And what does the winner win?

A week off from doing

house chores.

My turn, right?

I won't be pressing

the button because...

Six red, six yellow...

eight yellow, seven yellow,

four yellow...

four blue...

Blue six, Blue seven,

seven green, eight green,

five green, two green...

Change it to red, red seven and

the joker. I'm done, I win...

Take four.

- Nice!

- Yes!

- That wasn't fair.

- Why not?

Because she tricked us by

pretending not to know the game

- She's a hustler.

- That's called a bluff.

Wake up!

What!

- My water broke.

- Where?

Inside me!

- The water inside you broke.

- The water broke damn it.

The water broke?

What do you want me to do?

What are we supposed to do?

It's the third time this

month her water broke.

My water broke!

Hurry, I'm gonna lose it!

- Where to?

- The couch.

Stop jerking off and

boil some water.

This way!

Stick something in her mouth

or she'll bite her tongue.

- Like what?

- There's a spoon on the table!

Keep her mouth open!

Get a spoon!

- I'm gonna lose it!

- No, you won't.

What's she gonna lose?

What the f*** are you doing?

Can't you see she's in labor?

In labor... absolutely...

Don't bite or I'm gonna...

Boil some water and

bring towels and sheets.

- Put some music on.

- Put some music on...

- She needs music.

- She needs music to deliver?

Turn it on, damn it!

It's coming, it's coming.

- What kind of music is that?

- The kind I found...

Bring sheets and scissors.

Where are the scissors?

Forget it.

Fill the basin first.

Why did you take

your clothes off?

Because she's going

to spew blood.

She squirts blood too...

Tear them into strips

and come here.

The Lord is punishing me

for my sins.

Get the sheet under her.

I'm losing it again!

Honey, calm down...

Get some towels.

Hurry.

Wait.

Take it!

- Is it on its way?

- Come on, focus.

Come on! Tighten up!

Come on, push! Push!

Deep breath! In and out!

Hey, let her do...

her thing!

Push, push hard!

Hard, hard like this!

Come hold her!

Relax! Relax.

Come on, settle down.

It's over.

I want to see it.

I want to see it.

I want to see it.

What?

What?

It's gone.

It's gone...

How?

We lost it again.

What was it?

What was it?

It was a girl.

A boy.

Yes... a boy. It just looked

a little strange down there...

It was a boy.

A boy...

If you look closely

you'll notice them...

coming out of the gutter.

See that pothole?

That's their means

of access.

See for yourself.

Do you see the pothole?

I see the pothole but they're

hiding somewhere. I can't see...

They're not here yet.

I'm sterile...

All of us have been sterilized.

Have you?

What do you think?

I'm in here too.

Right.

So, the kiddies come out

of the gutter...

Are they here?

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Nikos Nikolaidis

Nikos Georgiou Nikolaidis (Greek: Νίκος Γεωργίου Νικολαΐδης) (25 October 1939, Athens, Greece – 5 September 2007, Athens, Greece) was a Greek film director, screenwriter, film producer, writer, theatre director, assistant director, record producer, television director, and commercial director. He is usually considered a representative of European avant-garde and experimental art film. more…

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