Zorba the Greek Page #2

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Canavaro? What the hell is that?

What you think it is?

Himself. Canavaro.

Canavaro mio.

Go on, my chouchou.

Again and again I stopped

the boom-boom.

- And what do you think I get in the end?

- What?

What? Tell me.

Tell me what.

Nothing! No medals!

- Nothing!

- Please, no more boom-boom.

- You are laughing.

- No.

- At me.

- No, of course not.

Don't... Don't go.

That was a very bad thing

we did, boss.

A poor, weak creature.

Where are you? Bouboulina?

Where are you?

My Bouboulina.

Bouboulina.

Go away.

It's me, your Canavaro.

Fine Canavaro you are.

No feathers.

No beard.

Here. Blow, my Bouboulina.

What's that, "Bouboulina"?

She was a big hero in the war

against the Turks. Huh, boss?

Yes, Madame. She was like you.

A great sea dog.

You see?

Yes.

Me too. I fought breasts to breasts.

But then came the bad times.

They make the peace...

...and the ship must go away.

"And me...

...what will become of me?" I cry.

Four times a widow.

They laughed, monsieur.

You men are so cruel.

In the end, they was sorry for me,

so they undress me...

...they fill the bath with champagne...

...and they drop me.

Then they sit all around.

You understand that now that

we was all very familiar.

And they drank all the champagne.

AII, from the top to the bottom.

Then...

And then they put out the light.

When I waked up...

...I smelled so good.

All their perfume...

...one on top of the other.

But they was gone.

Men are so cruel.

Canavaro.

Hello?

Canavaro.

What is it?

Look.

Boss, a big, beautiful, wild widow.

Pavlo!

Look at Mavrandoni.

He is burning.

Why?

His son is crazy in love

with the widow.

But she spits him in the eye.

The more she spits...

...the more he wants her.

Look.

Look at the faces of all these.

They all want her.

And they hate her

because they cannot have her.

Only one man here...

...can.

Who?

You.

Rubbish.

I saw her eyes

when she looked at you.

- Zorba, don't start.

- Listen.

God, who is a clever devil, today put

in your hands a gift from paradise.

- Don't be silly.

- Boss. Why did God give us hands?

To grab. Well, grab.

- Boss.

- Yes.

Boss, listen. You go, you knock.

You say,

"I have come for my umbrella."

- She will say, "Please, please come in."

- No.

Boss. Boss, don't make me mad.

I don't want any trouble.

Boss. Life is trouble,

only death is not.

To be alive is to undo your belt

and look for trouble.

Well?

No.

Zorba!

What?

For God's sake, boss.

Will you go back to your papers?

Zorba?

Get out.

Get out!

Zorba!

You bastard mountain!

I'll eat your guts!

What is it, Zorba?

They left axes inside,

that's what.

They are so brave, every time they

hear a noise, they mess their pants!

Zorba, leave them alone!

- Axes cost money.

- I know, and I don't care!

Right now I'm just glad

that nobody's hurt. That's all.

And what's more, I think you should

let them go for today.

Boss.

You better make up your mind. Are you

or are you not a gosh darn capitalist?

I'm hungry.

We've got to find some strong trees...

...to make beams for the galleries.

Hello.

You're late.

What is it, Zorba?

Out with it.

Boss...

Do you trust me?

Yes, I do.

Why the hell do you?

- Because you are you.

- But you don't understand.

My brain is not the right weight.

It... It gives me such crazy ideas.

I might ruin you.

I'll take that chance.

Say that again, boss.

Give me courage.

I'll take that chance.

Boss.

- Boss.

- What?

- Do you dance?

- Dance? No, no.

Then get out of the way.

I... I may knock you down.

Zorba!

That's enough!

Stop. Stop.

Go!

Zorba. Zorba!

Are you all right?

Now...

Now, I can...

I can talk again.

What on earth came over you?

When a man is full...

...what can he do?

Burst?

When my little boy, Dimitri, died...

...everybody was crying.

Me?

I got up...

...and I danced.

They said:

"Zorba is mad."

But it was the dancing...

...only the dancing

that stopped the pain.

You see, he was my first.

And he was only 3.

When I'm happy...

...it's the same thing.

Come inside. You'll catch cold.

With your permission.

Now...

...will you tell me

what this is all about?

- I got a plan.

- What plan?

A great, big, crazy plan.

Well, what?

- I cannot tell you.

- Why?

I got many things to be figuring:

trees, monks, machines.

Tomorrow, maybe.

Tonight we celebrate.

Come on! Don't be delicate.

- Boss.

- What?

Come and see.

Do you remember that plan

I could not tell you about?

- Here it is.

- What is it?

It's a mountain. That one.

Oh, yes.

Look.

That's the way

we'll get the trees down.

An overhead cable? You're mad.

Why?

Well, to begin with

that forest doesn't belong to us.

Well it doesn't, and it does.

What does that mean?

It belongs to the monastery.

The monastery belongs to God.

And God belongs to everybody.

You agree?

No, I certainly don't.

All right,

you will pay them something...

...but not much.

- How do you know?

They are friends of mine.

If it works, we will bring down

the whole forest.

First we get the mine going.

Then open a timber factory.

We get stinking rich, then make our

own ship and sail around the world.

Aren't you going a little too fast?

Do you know how old I am?

Never mind, that's a secret.

But I have got to go fast.

You know, they... They say that

age kills the fire inside of a man.

That he hears death coming.

He opens the door and says,

"Come in. Give me rest."

That is a pack of old damn lies!

I've got enough fight in me

to devour the world.

So I fight.

Well? Do we?

Or do we let the mountain win?

Tell me what you need.

I will need some strong wire,

hooks and... And things.

I will have to go to town.

I still have to figure out the angle.

If it's not perfect,

it will be catastrophe.

How long will it take you?

The way things are going,

it had better be soon or not at all.

I'll give you until Christmas.

Hey, boss.

Rose water.

- Boss?

- Well? What news?

I made a great discovery.

Stones are alive.

Well, that's fine.

Well, I wish instead you'd discover

your famous angle.

I'm trying, boss.

- Look, your umbrella.

- Never mind.

Just let me remind you

that tomorrow's Christmas.

I know.

Wh..? Where are you going?

I need some wire.

Where the hell did I put it?

Won't this string do?

Excuse me.

Look.

A melomakarouna.

- A what?

- A Christmas cookie.

Well, what's so strange about that?

Nothing.

But many melomakarouna inside

an empty trunk is very strange.

- An umbrella under a bed is also strange.

- All right, all right.

- She came here?

- No. She sent them.

Now you have the proof.

Now, it is very simple.

- Tonight, after Bouboulina's party...

- Get on with your work.

Boss, you want me

to beat you an egg?

It's good for the strength.

Boss, now I can tell you a secret.

All these days I couldn't work,

I couldn't sleep.

And you know why?

Because of the widow.

Don't get me wrong, I know

she's too good for these old bones.

But to think of her without anybody...

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