What If... Page #4

My girlfriend!

-Come on, sweetie.

-Come here, darling.

What is it? I told the truth.

Was I wrong?

You're the same sh*t as her!

The bottom line is...

That I don't miss all these things more than

I would miss you if I didn't have you.

-I'm sorry.

-I'm sorry too.

-I miss being your girlfriend too.

-You are.

As far as your dick is concerned...

-Do you really feel oppressed?

-Yes, sometimes.

Ok... You're free to play with it

whenever you want.

-Thank you.

-Every day?

-In the morning shower.

-Even when we have had sex?

-This has nothing to do with it.

-So you're a wanker.

-Yes, a professional one. Are you jealous?

-No. I mean, yes. I don't know.

-Do you want to go out for a drink?

-Demetris, are you serious?

-Like old times.

-And what about the baby?

Do you know how long it's been

since the last time I've had sex in a car?

-It was fun.

-Why didn't you want to go to your place?

-Is there someone there?

-No, I just like to sleep alone.

And if you came, you might

have wanted to stay and...

then I wouldn't know how

to tell you that I don't want you to.

You were afraid I would become a burden?

I have to wake up at 7:30, make

breakfast for my two children,

send them off to school

and go to work.

Are you divorced?

No.

We don't go out much with my husband.

There are the children, the house,

our engagements...

That's it.

I'm glad to hear that there are

"happily" married couples.

I go out on Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and

he goes out Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday.

-What about Sundays?

-Sundays are dedicated to the family.

You know...

Grandparents, family dinners...

-Love.

-Yes, that's what we call it.

See, you didn't have to worry.

If you want... we can do this again.

Why not?

The day after tomorrow I will stop by

the bar. If you're there...

...we'll talk.

-I may be there.

So, I'm leaving.

-It was my pleasure.

-Mine too.

Do you have a reason why you don't

want to sleep with another person?

-I feel oppressed.

-You're lucky to have this luxury.

-Yes, I know. Goodnight.

-Goodnight.

Christina?

-I love you.

-Me too.

Of course, sleeping together

is essential for a couple.

That's how every day ends

and the next day begins.

It's very important to agree with

your partner on sleeping.

-Don't you agree Antonakis?

-18.250!

-What's that?

-Nights!

-What nights?

-That I haven't slept alone.

Big deal to sleep alone. You can stretch,

toss and turn, you do anything you want.

Long forgotten good days...

We can cut down our salaries, we can

get cheaper equipment, cheaper cameras,

we can cut down every production's budget,

keep only the ones we need.

-We can't shut down.

-We can't go on.

Why not? They still make productions,

people want to see...

Panayiotis, it's not about the money.

Really.

-It's because I can't bear not working.

-Neither can I.

But I don't want to go to jail.

I can't sustain a studio with deficits.

Either I shut down now, or sooner

or later the bank will confiscate it.

You have to realie that there are no

more clients, advertisements, product,

there's no demand and offer.

Things aren't what they used to be.

I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.

So daddy is once again

an unemployed director.

Thus a nobody.

There goes another spoonful!

But mommy found a job and we're happy

for her. Aren't we? Yes we are.

We're happy because at last she does

what she wants and what she likes.

Come on! Another spoonful!

And where did mommy get a job? Where?

At her ex-boyfriend's firm, Yannis.

A very kind and very disgusting man,

right? You don't want any more?

Come on girl! Well done!

Now that mommy has a kid with the

untalented and unemployed director,

Yannis felt sorry for her and

offered to help her.

So, since daddy can't fulfill mommy's

needs, mommy went to work for her ex.

And daddy? Daddy can't do anything...

So he pretends to be a fool.

He is jealous and jumpy because

he can't cope with all this...

And he's a looser. Come on.

I'm sorry...

For all the things we might do to you

without meaning to...

And that you will bear for the rest

of your life. Forgive me...

Do you want to go out for a drink?

Or for me to take you home?

Demetris will pick me up.

-How does he feel about you working here?

-Not good. But he tries not to show it.

If he still had his job,

it would be easier.

-The kid?

-Yannis, thank you for your help,

but don't ask about things

you don't care about.

Who knows? Maybe I care...

Demetris?

Let me introduce you to Yannis...

Yannis, this is Demetris.

Demetris, what are you doing?

Are you f***ing him?

-Ok... You probably don't.

-It's not my fault you chose this job,

nor that you don't have it anymore.

-I'm jealous.

-Figure it out on your own!

-Ok, I'm sorry.

I've become obsessive. I sit alone all day

and fuss, that's why I act this way.

I'm jealous, I want you

and I want you to show it too!

I show it all the time!

What else do you want?

-I want more!

-You're crazy.

-Where's the kid?

-Sofia came over to watch her.

We can't make ends meet and you call

the babysitter, who we fired...

What's this?

For me?

I thought we could go out for dinner

and then for a drink.

Even if we can't make ends meet.

For me this is more important.

-What is it?

-You didn't have plans for dinner or drinks.

You bought it, because you knew

what would happen,

and you wanted to make me

feel bad about it.

You didn't answer whether

you're f***ing him...

-Demetris...

-Will you get all hysterical?

-Yes.

-Do you want to listen to some music?

You d*ckhead, stuck-up a**hole!

Mom?

-Stay still!

-We're almost done...

She fell off her chair and hit her head

at the corner of the table.

Stay still, girl. Look at me.

Mom, no. Don't take this off.

The doctor is coming soon and...

-Demetris...

-Mom?

-My sweet little boy...

-Don't worry, everything will be fine.

Why did you cut your hair like that?

What have you done with your hair?

You don't like it?

It will grow again.

I like it no matter what you do with it.

Let's go home.

I'm tired.

Mom?

Mom!

Mr. Demetris, its Katerina,

your mother's caretaker.

It's urgent. I can't reach you anywhere.

Your mother...

We had an accident.

You have to come immediately.

She's at the hospital,, she had

a heart attack and it's not good.

...one, clear.

Mr. Demetris,, please call me.

Where are you?

I don't know what to do.

Three, two, one, clear!

We are given the gift of life only once...

Like a unique opportunity.

And what do we do with it?

Instead of living it, we drag it here

and there and ruin it.

Organized society,

organized human relationships.

But if they're organized,

how can they be relationships?

Relationship means encounter,

surprise,, the birth of emotions.

How can you organize emotions?

Unemployment has risen to 16,,6%...

Ominous scenarios for the Greek economy...

Businessmen swamped in debts...

The IMF...

Isn't obvious? An unexpected state of

poverty always affects a relationship.

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