The Zero Years Page #4

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


dead from the beating.

And the f***ing.

Alright, that too...

- In the end everyone goes home.

- And comes back.

Which one of you

had this client?

I know him. We both did.

When? You're hallucinating.

You don't know him.

Remember I saw him from the

window and told you I know...

That he's coming here

and we both went.

A young guy like this one.

Not like him, this is him.

Don't you remember?

How am I supposed

to remember?

Most of them wear a mask

before entering the basement.

They all have a black face.

Before the formal interrogation

starts,

I have to ask you

a few questions.

And it's best that you provide

useful answers...

otherwise I won't cover

for you.

I wouldn't want to be

mixed up in this. Right?

What are we talking about?

We dump them outside like rags,

but no one was ever lost.

- Did you over-beat him?

- The usual.

- So you do know him.

- What do I know?

You just said the usual, so

you know who I'm talking about.

Look, don't play smart

with me!

- Relax!

- Egg!

Let's not confuse our personal

interaction with our work okay?

So now you'll all go out and

come back in for a chat.

First one by one, then in pairs

till we get somewhere, alright?

What do you mean

one by one?

What she's trying to say is,

first I come in alone.

Then, me and you "a pair".

Then she and me. I'm done...

Then you come in alone.

Then you and me "a pair"...

then you and her...

then you and that one,

you're done too!

Enough, we got it.

Yeah, I was trying to explain.

In a way...

As for you. I'm sorry but

you can't leave...

until we shed some light

on this.

Even if your paper comes,

please don't use it...

till I say so, okay?

This has nothing to do with me!

I'm only staying here till...

Till I say.

Don't let her go to the bath-

room or she'll do it again.

You can start with me.

You asked how I know about

changing diapers.

Truth is...

I was at, I was put in...

the program.

They gave me some shots,

big ones.

In two months, I started to

swell, and I had a baby girl.

They let me keep her.

But I couldn't breastfeed her,

because I might have been

infected by the shot.

A year later they injected

another baby inside me.

I gave birth...

but didn't get to keep it.

There had been an accident.

Its nails were coming out of

its knuckles. No fingers.

And its foot... something was

wrong there too.

Its toes were like... stuck by

membranes. Like a frog's...

They took it away

immediately.

A girl... it was...

So, when I leave, I'll go to

that sea, the one you all go to.

And I'll send you a photo.

Hey, let's do something else

too.

In 3 years from today,

we'll meet there.

What was that?

- What are you doing in here?

- I hurt my foot.

Yeah... I see that...

but what are you doing

in here?

The stool tipped over. I took

the laundry with me too.

F***! I think I broke it.

Piti-piti-iti.

Your girl is here.

There you are.

How did you know?

She told you?

I knew it was you.

Shut up!

How did you find him?

I didn't. He found me...

with his stench.

I was here with a client this

morning. The place reeked.

I followed the stench.

- Get rid of him!

- He'll go tell!

- Then... kill him.

- And how will I have a...

You won't. None of us will.

- What do we do with the body?

- Bury it in here somewhere.

Maybe you prefer to cook

and eat him too?

- Where will you go?

- Out...

Things are bad out there.

Diseases...

constant surveillance...

At least you have food here,

some food.

Clean water and... us.

You earn some money too.

Yeah... it's nice.

It's just been so long.

There's nothing outside.

And now that we've become

friends, we can chat.

He's the bad one you know.

All I know is I'm here to give

beatings. Not to get them.

I really hate this one.

And I'm very good at it,

I must add.

So, if "Mr. Bad" tries to hit

me again...

you'll be collecting his

pieces.

See what I mean?

Not to mention I think he's

been to our basement too.

Through time, I've learned to

see the faces behind masks.

My dear, things are

really serious.

Clients can't just

disappear like that.

Fine, I understand,

we beat them badly.

And they come back.

They come back because we beat

them nice and proper.

We are very pleased with you,

but they can't just disappear.

I don't know what you're

talking about.

Wonderful, let's take it

from the top.

Which girls served him?

Two of them confessed.

Maro the...

the Whip.

And the girl with

the binoculars.

They didn't confess. They've

done nothing to confess about.

Perhaps you've noticed a change

in their behavior?

Any secrets?

- Nervousness, hot flashes?

- Any secret eye-glancing?

Something like that.

We could also give them

two days off.

- Good idea!

- Why don't you ask them?

We're through.

Oh and...

Tell the other girl

to come in.

Which of the three?

- That Maro the...

- The Whip...

That one.

Tell her to bring the whip.

Right?

- They hit you.

- It's nothing.

- You told them.

- What?

No, you didn't.

They're waiting.

Come on, hit me

for a warm up.

Come on. Hit me!

Don't stop.

Two more. Don't stop.

- What's going on?

- What?

Oh nothing. I was jogging down

the hall, releasing tension.

In the bath...

Yeah! I turned on the faucet

to gather... the water...

- Good...

- Yeah!

That's all we needed.

Hey...

So what, I'll go...

I'll go...

I'll have to go alone

at some point.

Take care.

In 3 years, at the beach

every Friday, right?

Till we all meet again.

Be careful out there,

okay?

Don't look into their eyes.

- What are you doing?

- Rehearsing. I'm rehearsing.

- For what?

- For the day you... leave too.

Try to keep cover...

In the beginning.

Who's going to

the theater today?

Don't look at me.

I have to feed him.

I can feed him too.

Mind your own business.

"I can feed him too".

Is your shitty mind thinking

you can take him from me?

Right... Like I'd want

a corpse.

I'll go tonight,

so what?

I can't let her go.

- But I have to feed him.

- Feed him before you go.

I can't. He's trained to eat

on schedule, like babies.

And to sh*t on schedule,

like babies.

I can't change the schedule.

All right. I'll go and...

no tits.

Great! And I'll go downstairs.

It's his time.

Now?

Now...

What are you doing there?

Going to the sea without me?

Not fair.

No...

- Doorbell.

- I know.

- Who could it be at this hour?

- How should I know?

- Doorbell.

- I heard.

- What do we do now?

- We sleep.

It could be the police.

It's ringing in code.

It's in code!

They're coming up.

It's only one of them.

The footsteps...

Easy!

I need help.

They're everywhere.

I'm back because...

I looked around for old friends

out there but there are none.

They're scattered, lost

or in hiding.

So I didn't get very far.

- The children?

- With the little white coats.

White? In winter?

You haven't heard

the worst yet.

I'm out of cigarettes.

- My water broke!

- Again?

Hot water, quick!

Come on! What are

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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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