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- Crete. Uh, excuse me- He says, big storm.|Ship must wait. - How long?.|- I don't know. You are traveling. - Where to, with your permission?.|- Crete. And you stay there long, no?. How do you know?. I watch you|with all the boxes in the rain. Very funny.|[ Laughs ] I likeyou. Take me with you,|will you?. Take?. - Why?.|- Why?. [ Tsks ] Will no man ever do something|without a why... just like that,|for the hell ofit?. - Well--|- All right. Take me as a cook. I make soups like--|You like soups, no?. - Well--|- of course you do. You're English, no?. - Half.|- Half?. My fatherwas Greek,|but I was born in England. Ah, same thing. With your permission. Hey. ""Virginia." - oh, no, thankyou.|- Please. All right. - Keep the packet.|- only one. - Are you a cook?.|- Ifyou need one, I am. What I meant was,|what work doyou do?. Listen to him. I got hands, feet, head--|they do the jobs. - Who the hell am I to choose?.|- [ Chuckles ] Well, then,|what was the most recent?. oh. In the mine.|I am a good miner. I have a clever nose|for the metals. But I beat up the boss, and they kicked me out.|[ Laughs ] -[LaughterContinues ]|-[Baby Crying] I'm getting awfully nervous about the boat.|I think I'll, uh-- Ifyou like,|I go ask. No, thankyou.|It's all right. Maybe we could go together,|then you could ask for me. Sure. Give me. No, thankyou.|I-I can manage. He says 1 0:.00. Well, that's three whole hours.|Damn. - Areyou in big hurry?.|- No. Then it's all right.|Come. [Greek Folk] [ Greek] - Roumi. That's rum.|- oh, I'll have some tea, ifyou don't mind. Tea?.|[ Greek] And you, mister,|what doyou do?. Me?. Well, I'm a writer. Excuse me,|butyou look it. What doyou write,|love stories?. No. Uh, poetry, essays. What's that?. Essays. Tsk, tsk, tsk. No, you think too much.|That is your trouble. Clever people and grocers,|theyweigh everything. Me, ifl was you, I would look at me straight|and I would say... ""Zorba, come,"|or ""Zorba, don't come." - Zorba?.|- That's me. Alexis Zorba. I have other names,|ifyou are interested. -Oh, I am.|- ""Spaghetti," because I am long... and ""California,"|because I've been to America. And ""Epidemic," because everyplace I go,|people say I louse things up. Your health. Listen to that bitch,|the sea. That maker ofwidows. What haveyou got|in there, clothes? - It's my santouri.|- Yourwhat?. My santouri. [Strums Note ] Makes the best music. It goes with me...|always. And you, mister, what doyou go|to do in Crete?. With your permission. I have some land there.|It belonged to my father. And you go to write?. - Not exactly.|- What, exactly?. I haven't written anything|in months. - on this land, there's an old mine.|- oh?. - Lignite.|- Lignitis. I know. - It's been idle foryears.|- Why?. Because I let it. And now...|you want to make it work. Ifl can. Yes. I must. - Which way is it going?.|- What?. The weighing machine. Zorba up|orZorba down?. - oh, well, I was thinking.|- Ah. - That mine.|- Uh-huh?. I'm not very rich,|and I will need someone with experience. - So I--|- And so?. Well, although I--|I-I don't really knowyou verywell. [ Exhales ] [ Chuckles ]|Um, what I'm doing is probably mad. It's yes. Yes? Yes. Thio roumia. Mister, you are| a lucky man. When Zorba goes to work,|no mine stands a chance. It'll be wonderful| to get down to some real work. Also, it'll be very good for the village.| I understand it's rather poor. Ah, we make everybody happy. - And we'll have fun, too.|- Yeah. We'll swim,| and we'll drink wine... and you'll play| the santouri. What's the matter?. It's about the santouri. We make a bargain,| or I cannot come. In work,| I am your man... but in things like playing| and singing... I am my own. How do you mean?. I mean free. You, uh--you sign?. I sign. Ah.|[ Greek] - Here.|- oh, I don't drink rum. This time you will.| Why start with the wrong foot?. Well, Zorba, God bless. And... the devil, too, boss. [ No Audible Dialogue ] You like her, boss?. No. [Wind Blowing] [ Whistling ] - Are you all right?.|- Sure. - [ Whistling ]|- Here. Thanks, boss. Your friend in there| will be looking for you. Incidentally, you never told me--|are you married?. Am I not a man,| and is not a man stupid?. I'm a man,| so I married. Wife, children, house, everything. The full catastrophe. What happened?. Be a pal, boss.| Don't make me talk. And you?. No. I'm single. I guess too many books. Look. Look! A dolphin! - oh, yes.|- What kind of a man are you?. Don't you even| like dolphins?. [Ship Horn Blows ] [Lamb Bleating] [ Greek] [ Greek] [ Continues In Greek] [ Greek]|American! [ Shouting ] [Woman Speaking French ] [ Continues ] I hope we find| somewhere to stay. Sure. Have you never heard| of Cretan hospitality?. [ Cheering ] Now, Mr. Epidemic,| you behave yourself. We don't want to| start another war. Boss, if there is a widow around,| don't worry. [ All Greeting ] [ Clamoring ] - What are they all saying?.|- They all want us to stay with them. - Madame Hortense?.|- Who's that?. - Who's Madame Hortense?.|- A Frenchwoman. She has hotel. I am Mavrandoni.| So you come at last. - I welcome you.|- I'm very glad to meet you. - You got my letter?.|- Yes. Mr. Mavrandoni has been| looking after our land. This, uh, madam,| she's, uh, a widow?. How many hairs| on my head?. - She's a widow of the same number of husbands.|- [ Both Laugh ] Bonjour! Bonjour. - Welcome, gentlemen.|- [ Children Laughing ] This is a great pleasure,| madam. - [ Giggles ]|- [ Children Whistle ] Two beds, madame.| Without bugs. Monsieur, Madame Hortense| has not the bugs. You got to admit, boss, it is big, |but she shakes it well. Plop, ploof. This way. - [ Needle Scratching ]|- [ Woman And Man Singing In French ] [ Singing With Record ] [ Laughs, Clears Throat] They say it was |my grand succes. You may not believe it, monsieur,| but I was a very famous artiste. - oh?.|- I appear in all the most chic cabarets. I slept in the silk sheets| with real lace. - Boss, ask her to dance.|- What?. - Make a pass. Pinch her.|- No. It's only polite. What?. - He would like to dance with you,| but, uh, he is shy.|- [ Laughs ] - Perhaps madame is tired.|- She is not. Are you?. Come on. [Madame Hortense Giggles ] [ Laughs ]|Whoa-ho! [ Children Giggling ] [ Screaming ] These Cretans!| They are so ungrateful. Don't cry,| my little chou chou. They would be dead-- all dead--|if there was not me. I know, I know. - No hands.|- Madame. Hey. Boss, match?. - Madame?.|- [ Slow ] - Merci.|- Pas de quoi. You know how| I came to Crete?. With the British fleet. Yes, monsieur. I was in love| with the admiral... and where he go, I go. It was here that I met| the other three. - What other three?.|- Admirals, of course. The French,| then Italian... and the Russian. oh, how lovely they was,| my four admirals-- with their golden epaulet| and all those feathers... Like big, beautiful cockerels. And what beards--|so soft and curly and perfumed. Fortunately, each has| different perfume... so it was no mistake, even in the dark.|[ Raucous Laughter ] - [ Coughing ]|- oh, my little chou chou, here, here. My darling queen,| please continue. Yes. Alors... me and my admirals,| we sit on the bed... dressed very informal. And we discussion politics...|very serious. All the time, they pour champagne over me| to make me fresh. It was summer,| you know, very hot... andin this time| in Crete... it was big trouble--|[ Grunts ] revolution or something. With my binoculars... I could see| the poor little Cretans... running in mountains| with their flags. My four admirals... they want to open the fire... but I throw myself| in the middle. I pulled an Italian| by the beard-- You know, I was| more familiar with him-- and I cry, ""Stop it! ""You-- You can't kill them! Please, Canavaro,| Canavaro mio, no boom-boom!" Canavaro?.| What the hell is that?. What doyou| think it is?. Himself. Canavaro. Canavaro mio. Go on, my chou chou. 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. -Alors--|- [ Stifled Laughter] You are laughing. No. - At me.|- No, of course not. D-Don't-Don't go! That was a very| bad thing we did, boss. The poor, weak creature. Where areyou?.| Bouboulina?. - Where are you?. My Bouboulina. Bouboulina. ohh. Go away. It's me, your Canavaro. Fine Canavaro you are-- no feathers... - no beard.|- oh. Here.| Blow, my Bouboulina. [ Sniffing ]|Who was 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.|- Tsk. Aw. And the ship| must go away. ""And me, what will become of me??"'| I cried. - ""Four times a widow."|- oh. [ Groans ]|So they laughed, monsieur. You men are so cruel. And then they were sorry for me,| so they undressed me... they filled the bath| with champagne... and...|they dropped me. Then they sit all around. You understand that now| that we was all very familiar. [ Laughing ]|And they drank all the champagne... all, 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. [Parrot Chatters ] Canavaro. [ Mouthing Words ] [ Whispers ]|What is it?. [ Continues Mouthing ] [ No Audible Dialogue ] [Both Moan ] [Thunder Rumbles ] oh! [Man In Greek] [ Greek] Shh! She's here! [ Whistles ] [ Whistles ] - [ Whistles ]|- Look. Boss, a big, beautiful,| wild widow. - [ Goat Grunts ]|- [ Men Laughing ] [All Whistling] [ Whistling, Laughter Continue ] [ Spits ] [ Whistling ] - Pavlo!|- [ Continues Whistling ] [ Quietly]|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. Really?. 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! [ Knocking ] [ Greek] - 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. [ Whistling ] [ Singing In Greek] [ Singing ] [Singing Continues ] [Continues, Distant] [Hammering] [ Greek] [ Greek] [Banging] [Explosion ] Zorba! What?. For God's sake, boss,| will you go back to your papers?. Zorba?. [ Creaking ] Get out! Get out! [Rumbling Fades ] Zorba! [ Coughing ] You bastard mountain,| I'll eat your guts! [ Continues In Greek] What is it, Zorba?. They left their axes inside, that's what.| They are so brave. Every time they hear a noise,| they mess their pants. Poo!|[ Continues In Greek] - 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. - [ Scoffs ]|- 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?. - [ Laughs ]|- I'm hungry. We got to find| some strong trees... to make beams| for the galleries! [ Greek] [Men Chanting In Greek] [ Church Bell Clanging] [ Screaming ] - [ Screams ]|- [ Screams ] [ Shouting ] [Bell Clanging] [ Chattering, Laughing ] [ Sighs ] Damn. [ Creaking] 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're 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.|- Hmm?. - Boss!|- What?. - Do you dance?.|- Dance?. Uh, no. No. oh. Then get out of the way.| I-I may knock you down. - [ Panting ]|- opa! Ha!|[ Hissing ] Opa! Opa! Opa! Opa! Opa! [ Grunts ] [ Hissing ] [Folk: Dance ] Opa! Opa! Zorba!| That's enough! Stop. Stop! - [ Stops ]|- Go! Hey. [ Panting ] [ Breathing Heavily ] Zorba. Zorba! - Are you all right?.|- [ Panting ] 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... and 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. He was only three. 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. 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. Hey, if it works... we'll 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?. Ah, never mind.| That's a secret. But I have got| to go fast. You know,| 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 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?. - oh, uh--|- The way things are going,| it better be soon or not at all. I'll give you until Christmas. [Bells Ringing] [Children Shouting] [ Chattering ] [ Laughing ] [Zorba Humming] Hey, boss. [ Sniffs ]|Rose water. - Boss!|- Well, what news?. I made a great discovery. Stones... are alive. oh, that's fine. 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 areyou going?. I need some wire. Where the hell| did I put it?. Won't this string do?. Tsk. Excuse me. Look! A melomakarouno. - A what?.|- A Christmas cookie. Well, what's so strange| about that?. Nothing. But many melomakarouno| 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. That was too much. All right, laugh.| But remember this: If a woman sleeps alone,| it puts a shame on all men. God has a very big heart... but there is one sin| he will not forgive: If a woman calls a man| to her bed... and he will not go. I know because a very wise| old Turk told me. A Turk?.| And you, a Greek, believed him?. I'm going to wash. I thought the Greeks| and the Turks never talked. They just fought. Don't tell me| you never went to war. I don't like that kind| of stupid talk. What's so stupid| about fighting for your country?. Excuse me, boss.| You talk like a teacher. You think like a teacher.| How can you understand?. of course I can. With your head, yes. You say, ""This is right.| This is wrong." But when you talk... I watch your arms,| your legs, your chest. They are dumb.| They say nothing. So how can you understand?. You're just making up excuses. I don't believe you give a damn| about your country. Don't you talk to me| like that! Look here, here, here! Nothing on the back. I have done things| for my country... that would make| your hair stand. I have killed, burned villages,| raped women. And why?. Because they were| Turks or Bulgarians! That's the rotten| damn fool I was. Now I look at a man,| any man... and I say he is good,| he is bad. What do I care| if he's Greek or Turk?. As I get older, I swear| by the bread I eat... I even stop asking that. Good or bad?.| What is the difference?. We all end up the same way: food for worms. [ Laughs ] And as for women... you make fun of me| that I love them. How can I not love them?. They are such poor,| weak creatures... and it takes so little. A man's hand on their breast,| and they give you all they got. [Zorba ]|Where areyou, Bouboulina? Canavaro is here! Buon giorno, buona sera,|mangaite macaroni. Chouchou. Look what I brought you. - Merci.|- Happy Christmas. I made it myself| to make her feel good. [ Laughing ] oh! - It's me?.|- Yes. Merry Christmas,| madame. And also for you. What is that extraordinary smell| coming from the kitchen?. It is a big,| fat Turkish. - A Turkish?.|- oh, mon Dieu! I hope he's not burning. Do not worry.| Sit down. We will start from the center,| the belly. Then we will take care| of the other parts later. Yes. [ Coughing ] Merci. Aren't you feeling well?. In my age, monsieur,| one is never well. Especially on the holidays. I drink to your health... my beautiful| chouchou mermaid. Mayyou grow new teeth... and new skin... and throw away these stupid ribbons| you wear to hide your neck. [ Cats Screeching] May the great powers| come back to Crete. And when you rise| out of the waves to greet them... may all their| damn ships crash... on these round,| hard rocks! [ Both Laughing ] I wish it could happen, what you say,| but it is too late. Ah, no, no.| No, it is not. - [Cats Screeching]|- oh! - Meow!|- [ Squealing ] [ Both Laughing ] No! No!|[ Squealing ] |
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