STILL LOOKING FOR MORPHINE -You feeling better? Are you alright now?
-Yeah, I’m OK. -I’m Yiorgos
-Ricky. -Nice to have you with us. And best I be going.
I’ve had enough for today. You’re going like that?
Have a drink at least to get your color back. Thanks, but… it’s late… What do you want to drink?
Come on, don’t be afraid. Got any booze? How about some coffee,
some milk perhaps? -Fortified milk?
-Gin OK? -Couldn’t be better.
-Lemon? Ricky, this is Katarina. -Hi
-Yeah, hi. Is this what you’re
looking for? Now tell us what happened.
We heard sirens. I don’t know about the sirens. These jerks were after
me and I ran in to hide. Why were they chasing you? -It was a misunderstanding.
-And the knife? I was scared. I heard
strange noises. I couldn’t go anywhere so
I took it out. You could have
hurt someone. Come on Katarina,
the kid was scared. You ever see an assailant faint?
You would have done the same. I would have been
more responsible. -What will you do now?
-Finish my gin and be on my way. -Where to?
-Home. -Do you have a home?
-What do you think? I don’t know. Why are you out
being chased by some guys at 3am? Can’t that happen to
someone who has a home? -How old are you?
-Why, how old are you? -28, you?
-20. -And what’s the situation with your parents?
-Aren’t you asking a bit much? -We don’t want any trouble with the law.
-Let me leave and you won’t have any. Wait, we have a room upstairs. Stay there
tonight and tomorrow do as you like. I don’t like this, but if Yiorgos insists… I’ll get some sheets. Take her upstairs. Good morning,
slept well? Yeah, sure. -You like the sea, too?
-It’s a good kick. -What?
-You have a smoke on you? Yes. -What will you do now?
-I’ll drop by the hair salon. -Seriously.
-What do you think? I’m going to leave. You know, we don’t use the room much. Only as a studio.
Katarina and I are musicians. Its not much of a studio but
the rent is cheap. -And?
-If you’re interested I could talk to him. What can I say…
What does Katarina think? I’ll take care of her. I thought so.
She doesn’t know a thing. You wouldn’t be in the way. Look, I don’t know.
I’ll think about. Talk it over with her. Consider it.
The rent is only 30€. -Hey buddy, where’ve you been?
-Couldn’t stand being without me? -You doubt it?
-Stop shitting me. Since you don’t believe
me, tell me what’s new. Last night I nearly got
busted and I found a house. So work’s going well. Work goes as well as it needs to go. Why don’t you try something else? Like what, Simos? Only cops and
whores get hired these days. Why don’t you just go back home? You wanna bust my balls tonight?
Take a look at yourself, man. You’re going from bad
to worst. I’m doing just fine. Good evening Katarina. Have a seat. -Are you finished?
-I think so. -What a shame. So much work for nothing.
-Why is that? -You don’t imagine you’ll be here for long?
-And why not? -Are you kidding me? Can’t you see?
– See what? -Reality, little girl.
-Yours or mine? -You’re in your own little world, aren’t you?
-Are you jealous? You’re pushing it too far.
And you’ll regret it. Play it cool now, but be prepared.
Your days here are numbered. – Hi there.
-Hey, it’s the hippy. -What’s up? You don’t look so hot.
-Ah, fuck it. Just bullshit. -You’ve got trouble?
-No, it’s that bitch from downstairs. -The Austrian chic?
-Yeah, she’s got something against me. She’s grating my nerves. -Come on. She’s that bad?
-She’s an asshole. -Lets go somewhere.
-Where? Come on, I’ll lift your spirits. Let’s go already. Any news? What’s up with the house? I wiped myself out cleaning but it’s a house now. -The chicken coop?
-The chicken coop. The former chicken coop.
Come see it sometime. -I’ll meet the Austrian?
-Oh, you’ll die from joy. I can handle it. She’ll be thrilled. She’s a real witch, eh? -Damn right.
-Forget her. Cheers. -Say hippy, I’ve got some ludes, you want some?
-Yeah. Only one? -You want to haul me around?
-Maybe. Get real. -Want a beer ?
-Sure. Sorry I took so long. I saw
some friends and.. you know What? -Shall we light up the nightcap?
-Light it up. Cheers. -You’ll sleep like an angel.
-Shit, it’s always like that. -Nice neighborhood.
-Yeah, where as you’re used to the highlife. -I could get used to this, baby.
-Simo, you’re baked and you’re talking shit again. I’m going to pass out.
See you around. Bye. -Can I come in?
-Of course. – You did a nice job.
-Shall I make some coffee? I have to go. But there’s good news.
I talked it over with the landlord. He’s on his way up to meet you.
-How did he react? The shithead thinks he’s renting us a palace.
He’s a miser from hell, but what can we do. -So it’s gonna be tough.
-Just talk it over and he’ll buzz off. You won’t need
to see him again. So, what have we here? -Mr. Nonta, meet Ricky.
-Good morning. Good morning. I see changes. -I though I’d fix it up a bit.
-Fine. And who gave you permission? For work that’s the
landlord’s responsibility? -You have a sharp little tongue, eh?
-Not really. Listen, girl. I make
the rules here. -Shall I pay for damages as well?
-We’re not going to hit it off. She did a great job. Give her a
good price and shake hands. -Ok, 75€
-Per month? -Of course.
-For one room? But we were paying 30.
And she’ll take care of the place. She’s already started
improvements. -You call this mess an improvement?
-No it was better as a chicken coop. -Hold your tongue, you.
-Mr. Nonta, be reasonable. -OK, 60€
-Too much. Lower the price. -You’re destroying me.
-Come on. I can’t go any lower. -Agreed.
-OK, it’s settled then. Come, I’ll walk you downstairs. -I say we set it free before it drives us crazy.
-You think so? -What happened?
-We’ll take some salami to lure it out. -I hope it’s not some beast.
-Sounds like a kitten. I hope so or else
we’re screwed. -Beware, the beast.
-I say we call her Clementine. That’s what we call all our
temporary female residents. -Celementine?
-Why, don’t you like it? -Looks like it’s chosen a roommate.
-I don’t think so. Where are you, you little rat? -I made you cold cocoa.
-You’re spoiling me. -Tell me what’s new. It’s been a while.
-I found a house. -Where? How will you pay for it?
– I don’t mean something like this. It’s a room. The rent is nothing. I’m glad for you, but please
reconsider coming here. You don’t need to risk your life on the streets.
Plus you are still underage. If you are caught, you’re going
to be in a lot of trouble. And if they find me here, you’ll be in even more.
You’ve done enough for me. -Hey, I borrowed this, OK?
-Of course. Hi darling,
I hope I’m not intruding. -What have we here?
-My friend Ricky. Laki is a colleague from the theater. -Ricky? What sort of name is that?
-Is it too masculine for your taste? One meets the finest people in your home.
I hope it doesn’t affect your work. -Please, Laki.
-Could we at least have a moment to speak. Daphne, I’m going. I
need some fresh air. -I apologise. He’s an idiot.
-No problem. We’ll talk another time. Wait, I have something for you. -What’s this?
-It’s a house warming present. And come again soon. -What?
-Carl, it’s me. -Good morning, have you seen my cat?
-No, isn’t she upstairs? -Katarina, have you seen Ricky’s cat.
– No. She must be around
here somewhere. -OK, if you see her, tell me.
-Fine. You little shit. You took off and now you’re acting cool? Imagine me worrying about a cat. And all those assholes, happy
that I couldn’t find you. You’ve made a fool of me. What are we going to do about this? I’m so strung out on you.
You’re like a high. I’ve got it. Won’t that
be a thorn in their eye. And you are beautiful… Morphine! I want to see you now… fuckers! What’s happening, hippy. -Get inside.
-Through the door? -Hey sister, you’re wasted.
-You jealous? A bit. How’s it you come around
this time of day? There was some cash to
be made at the port. So I thought I’d drop in on my buddy.
Bring a little something. -And how’s that?
-Don’t I take care of you? And then you take it back, like that earring.
Who knows what lame bitch is wearing it now. Stop being mean. -What are you fishing around for?
-Your gift. Here it is. -How can you smoke that garbage?
-It’s what’s inside that counts. Hash, man? Now we can lay
off the Albanian dirt-weed. -From Amterdam?
-The good trucker never returns empty handed. Roll it, because I
can’t move right now. OK, what can I do? -What’s that?
-It’s your real gift. Hits, with the Bayer cross on them. -We’re talking…
-You’re an angel. -What’ s that?
-It’s my cat, dumb-ass, Morphine. Only you could think
up such a name. -You like her?
-Yeah. You’re the only one. The guy
downstairs wants to poison her. She ate his little
bastards’ fish. It’s because she is an alley cat
they don’t like her. If they so much as touch her,
I’ll cut their balls off. I’m with you. -You done rolling?
-Relax, I’m sick too. -So finish up before we lose our head.
-I can’t find the glue. -Get with it
-Want to roll it yourself? -Buzz off.
-Then let me create my masterpiece. That’s a big word for
you, how’d you manage? I’ll get you later. Here. Cheers. Don’t you shut any doors around here.
It stinks. You don’t say, doll. It’s
the smell of paradise. Hippy, give the girl a toke. I can’t stay long.
Someone’s downstairs. Katarina, this is Simos. -Hi.
-Hello angel. -See you around.
-Surely. Chill out, Simos,
she’s no big deal. Come on, she’s a fine bunny. You always like the lame ones. -What would you know?
-Whereas you do… Why do I even bother? Back off. Its a shame to the beers
we’ve drank together. What about tonight?
Lets go to FOX. -I was there last night.
-I’ve been away all month. Fine. I have to go. See you tonight? Like we said. -Bye.
-Bye. -Hey Simo!
-What is it, hippy? Give Katarina a kiss for me.
I’m withering without her. Go fuck yourself! What happened?
Did some good horse hit town? That’s ancient history, don’t you know? -Why because you like acid?
-Are you going to help me? How much do you want? 600, but whatever
you have is fine. 600! Why so much? I found a Montesa,
man, she’s gorgeous. -Montesa, what Montesa?
-A helicopter. Damn Simo, what’s
wrong with you? Are you gonna help me out? Get yourself a girl’s bike,
a little scooter, a moped. So that’s what you’ve
measured me up for. Fuck you! You’re out of control. Go to sleep. That way you
might have a good dream. Hey buddy, want some help? -For what?
-The bike. Not that it’s worth it.
It’s old. -I was just looking at it.
-Cut the crap. We’ll kill it
and split the profit. Where are we gonna push this thing?
I just wanted it for a joyride. OK then, let’s ride. Get on. -Got a cigarette?
-Nope. What’s your name? What am I supposed to call you? Whatever you want. OK buddy,
I’ll call you Astaroth. -What’s that?
-A Solomon demon.. ..who was a real havoc maker, like you. Astaroth? I like it. It’s cool. That’s my cat and she
doesn’t like strangers. -She likes me.
-The shithead. You know what they say about cats. -Cats like Cronians.
-Are you bugging out? Those belonging to Cronus, like me.
I’m a Capricorn. -What are you on?
-Beware, I have horns. I think you are a horn. Like the moon
deities, like Pan. Wanna steal one of
those and take off? We can take Morphine with us. And live aboard and
tour the world. You know how to sail? No, do you? No, but I am going to learn. What if you get seasick? Still, I’m gonna get
out of here someday. -Spell it out.
-A little trip. -Where and when?
-This week. -We get on the bike and wherever it takes us.
-How’s that? -I’m on vacation. Well? And Morphine? I’ll take care of her if
you let me stay here. -Are you gonna feed her?
-Am I talking out of my ass? I’ll pick you up Monday at noon. -On your word?
-Yes. -You leaving?
-Yeah, they’re waiting for me. -What, a date?
-You have a problem with that? Why should I? I’m not the one that has to put up
with you. -Let go of my cat.
-Relax, I didn’t bite it. -What happened to noon?
-Come on, hippy, something came up … Go fuck yourself. You kept
me waiting for 5 hours. If you’re not into
it, just say so. -Stop carrying on. So you waited a little.
-A little! -Here, I scored this for you.
-You are a real scumbag. Damn I’m hungry. A hoard of caterpillars!
What are you laughing at? -You should see your face.
-What if they bite me? They’ll be poisoned,
poor things. -And not one on your side!
-You know how it goes,like unto like. Fuck off! Bastard! I’m in dopeland, hippy. You ’re smoking me out. What are you thinking, Ricky? I’m gazing into the galaxy. It’s like I’m in a hot air balloon
and the sky was made for me. If I had a hit, I’d have
reached it already. Imagine we were swimming
in absolute darkness and all we could hear
was stars imploding. Simo, are you ok? Yeah, hippy, I’m cool. -Want to smoke the worm?
-Say what? -Its like hash, look at it.
-Get with it. Am I wrong? Oh man, and we haven’t
smoked anything yet. Hey hippy, didn’t we
have some chocolates? We did. Do us a favor, come on. -Hey, I’m scorched.
-Me too. I want to ask you
something, buddy. Have you ever wondered how long
we’ll get by like this, like bums. What’s the problem? -We’re getting older.
-Speak for yourself. OK, I’m getting older. So you want to
clean up your act? I’m tired, living on
the road too much. You used to like it. I used to. Now I
want to settle down. Next you’ll tell me you
want to get married. I want to give it a try. The angel with the
strange coincidences? If you see her
you’ll understand. Yeah. I brought her back from Germany.
She’s a great kid. She’s gonna help me quit
the fucker, start over. That’s why we came, your
last month of liberty? Something like that.
Her name is Ilse. -You don’t say.
-She’ll never leave me. Are you sure that’s
what you want? -Until when, hippy, until when?
-I don’t know man, until whenever. She’s worth it. If you see
her you ‘ll understand. -I know why you’re like this and got the antidote.
-And what’s that? Hoffmans. But isn’t that why you’re down? Where’d you get the hits, little man? And the druggy lingo. What do you mean? I looked around. Where? Can’t we know? You know, here and there. From Simos? Didn’t I tell you to keep away from him? – And you?
– Forget about me. I know what his deal is. -How much did you pay?
-I did it for you. Cut the shit. I asked you how much. -50
-What? -50 Euros
-What a rip off! -He said it was a good deal.
-Good deal? He screwed you. -Where’d you get the money?
-I ran some errands. -For Simo…
-No, for a friend of his. Don’t do that again! Or else
forget about hanging with me. OK And listen, you’re
a real friend. This is my body! Don’t be afraid, we’re stronger. -Why?
-Because we’re real. Sleep now. Morphine
is watching over us. She won’t let anyone hurt us What time is it? 7am. What asshole’s knocking at this hour.
And I have to piss! Stay here and don’t move. -Police. Follow me.
-Show me your badge. -Come on, move!
-Let me get my jacket. Cop. He’s taking me in. Wait 10’, make sure no one is watching and leave. And how old are you, exactly? -20.
-Aren’t you exaggerating? -I said, 20.
-Do your parents know where you are? -What have they got to do with this?
-Why, are you a stray? -Look, why are you taking me in and…
– And? …and giving me a hard time at this hour? You know someone named Simos? -I don’t think so.
-Are you sure, Ricky? -Why, should I?
-Doesn’t he bring you goodies? What goodies? Nobody
brings me anything. -Where are we going anyway?
-To the police station. -What are we doing here, then?
-Maybe we can avoid the station. -Lets go for a coffee and talk this over like friends.
-Friends? Lets go for a ride first and
then coffee like I said. I have to piss. -I want to see your arms.
-What? To make sure you don’t have
any bad habits like Simos. -Anything else?
-You don’t shoot up elsewhere? Shall I take it all off so
we can get this over with? Cigarette? -You know Ricky, we could work as a team.
-Say what? Look, you introduce me to your
circle and the rest is my business. -Not to be rude, but they won’t buy it.
– Why not? First off, my friends don’t
hang out with … cops. And then you’re a bit aged
for my crowd, get it? They won’t know and I
don’t look that old. And I’ll be your rat?
No way, take me in! No, let’s go for that coffee. -You know how to drive?
-A bit. -Wanna take it?
-Sure. Take your time. There’s no rush. Lets make it down in one piece. Stop!!! I need to get some papers. Come in.
It’ll take a minute. -Weren’t we going out for coffee?
-Since we were going by, I thought… Come, have a seat. I still think we can
help each other. -Look buddy ..
-Michali. I told you before,
I’m not a snitch. -And if I bring your heart’s desire?
-Such as? -What’s your thing, coke, hash, crystal…
-Are you out of mind? -We can see it a different way.
-How, exactly? You’re a sweet kid. I like you. -There aren’t many girls like you.
-Can I see that badge again? What for? You know Ricky… Know what? That you were
snooping around my house, that you dragged me
out of bed at dawn, bullshited me that you’re cop
and now you want to fuck me? Is that what I should know?
I know it asshole! Quiet down. They know me here. -OK, show me what you have.
-What I have? “Anything my heart desires”. -I don’t have it here.
-Cash? -Not on me.
-None? -I’ll get you as much as you want.
-You want to fuck for free, scumbag? Have you seen your face in the mirror?
Or the rest of you? -But I’ll get you as much as you want.
-No shit. -How much?
-Let’s start with 300. Where am I supposed to get that now.
Don’t leave. We’ll find a way. Come on, take something off and tomorrow you’ll
have the money. -I’m curious, Michalis.
-What, love? How do you know
me, where I live? I saw you hanging with Simos. One night
I dropped him off at your place. When I asked about you he said you were a real angel. The rest you know. Look, it’s yours if you treat me right. -Take off your clothes.
-Everything? Go fuck yourself, jerk-off! -Simo turned out to be a real jerk, eh?
-You finally realised it. And it didn’t take
you as long as me. -And now what?
-I don’t know. But this isn’t going
to pass like that. Hey there hippy. I scored some good
shit but you’re too late. I burned it. What did you sell this
time, or should I say who? What the hell are
you talking about? Did Michalis give
you the good shit? You fuck off, don’t make a scene in here.
Fuck off! Am I spoiling your show? Fuck you.
I don’t even want to spit on you. What have you done? What
is this shit, goddamn it. Look, I came to explain.
I didn’t know anything! Michalis says he’s sorry. He can stick his sorry up his
ass and then pass it to you. It’s not my fault. Why
are you being like that? So I don’t slit you throat. I
don’t want you here. Leave. -You’re gonna stay like this?
-Yeah. -What are you going to do?
-Wait till I pass to the other side. Don’t you want me to
stay with you tonight? -No! Get the fuck out of my house!
-OK If you wanna be like that. -Are you feeling any better?
-I’d say so. -You wanna do something?
-Lets go out. Are you up to it? Anything to get out of here.
I’m suffocating. I’m going to drop off the rent. Why not Katarina? September is
the best month for vacation. No. Who will take
care of the animals? But we made plans. The kids
upstairs will be here. Oh really, so they can drag
their junky friends in here. I’ve put up with enough already,
and I’ve kept my mouth shut. And you’ll keep it shut
because you’re wrong! -What happened Astaroth?
-Look. -Katarina, wait.
-I’m not waiting for anyone. I think the little one has
something to tell me. -What happened, Katarina?
-This. -And what is THIS?
-Ask him. I found it here in the
coffee container. -Is it yours?
-Exactly. -Astaroth, do you know anything?
-What am I going to do with a fucking lighter? -And what made you think to search here?
-Someone took a 20 from my money box. I had two bills and
one was taken. At that moment I came out of the grocery
store and saw him coming out of the house. -At what moment?
-The moment of the robbery. -Ηow do you know that was the moment?
-Because he told me someone was looking at my bike. Some punk was looking to steal it. No, you told me so I
wouldn’t suspect you. First of all I would
have taken both bills. And if I wanted to steal that crappy lighter,
I wouldn’t hide it in the coffee container. -Just what did you expect to find up here?
-What I did find, the money and the lighter. That was our last money. But if you need
it that much, keep it. I owe you anyway. I don’t know where the lighter fits in of course.
Did it take long to find? No, I found it right away! -In all this junk, you opened the right container!
-Something like that! Take the rest of the rent and in a few
days you’ll have the room back as well. -Frame-job, eh?
-Damn right. -You thinking what I’m thinking?
-She thought up a whole plot to get rid of us. -What now?
-I’m looking for a new place. Why such animosity for
the police, Ricky? However you look at it,
they’re beneath you. You put bread on their table. You following me?
You’re their employer. What would they do if it wasn’t for us?
Become thieves? And not just them, locksmiths,
security guards, security systems, car alarms,
the whole nine yards. What about prison guards? We feed a lot of people, judges,
lawyers, secretaries… What other occupation gives
work to so many people? And they treat us like shit. If it wasn’t for us, the world would
turn on its head from unemployment. There would be a revolution! To hell with your Κryptonites! -What do you think?
-It’s OK. But no view like
the other place. -What’s that smell?
-Hash. Fine hash. Looks like we’ll be
just fine here. -Is this where some Kurds live?
-How would I know? -Do you live here?
-Yes. -Is the bike yours?
-Leave her alone. What’s she got to do with it? -I asked you something.
-What do you care? -You don’t get it, police.
-Yeah, so? -You have to answer his question.
-Really? Are you going to cooperate
or you want trouble? You have a warrant? A warrant? We don’t need one You just barge into people’s houses without
warrants, trash them and expect answers. -Is that bike yours or not?
-Do you have the papers to ask me that? Calm down and don’t act
smart or you’ll regret it. -Don’t talk to me like that in my house.
-This is common space. License and registration. Common space for the residents.
I didn’t see you paying rent. -Come with me.
-Where? -To the station.
-You must be crazy. Without a warrant? You barge into our houses and
take in whoever you want? -Give me your ID.
-Yours first, so I can sue you. -Get on with it.
-Show me yours. Alright then, enough waiting. Or
should I come back with the DA? I’ll bring it. -What’s up? I don’t need company.
-So you don’t take off. -It’s procedure. He won’t come inside. -There’s nobody here.
-We’re not finished yet. -Go fuck yourself, asshole.
-You slut, now I’ll show you. Don’t worry Ricky. We won’t
let anyone hurt you. I don’t know what
I’d do without you. Sleep now. Goodnight. Morphine? Its OK Ricky. I’m alone. Lets make a nice breakfast. Daphne, I can’t take it. I’ve
become completely paranoid. -Be patient.
-Patient? I’ve been cooped up in here forever. I avoided one prison only
to end up in another. The newpapers have lost interest and luckily
that sketch doesn’t look much like you. But the police won’t
forget it that easily. I can’t live locked up
in here any longer. I’m not bad as a
beautician, eh? Think you’ll do any
of this from now on? I feel like the soldiers
they show in the movies, that prepare themselves
before battle. -Good morning.