Hi, son.
-Where is he? -Inside.
He's not eating again.
Father.
I told you I don't want him here.
Christos, he travelled all the way here.
It's not Lena's fault.
I was worried.
Leave me alone.
I never thought I'd see him like this.
But still...
nothing's changed.
You know how difficult he is.
-Does your sister know? -She does.
She'll come if necessary.
Ok, son.
-Goodnight. -Goodnight.
It'll be good for him now that you are here.
Sure.
-He always liked tormenting me. -Don't say these things.
Your mother's death came at a cost.
I'll take it to him.
How are you?
You should eat.
Even a little, please.
Whining again?
It's your favourite.
As you wish.
Take a deep breath.
Inhale.
Any discomfort here?
Here?
If he keeps denying food, you must take him to the hospital.
His heart is getting weak.
Right.
-How much for the visit? -No charge.
I didn't do much, really.
Thank you.
Let me walk you to the town square.
You can't go on like this, father.
Please, just eat something. At least try.
You don't get to tell me what to do.
Let's take a walk.
Do it for me, please.
You'd better go back to Italy.
We're going to the hospital tomorrow.
I'm staying here.
-And stop whining. -You'll die, is that what you want?
Eat.
I said, eat.
Eat it!
Eat.
Eat it!
You only think about yourself.
You left us and moved here for what?
To get rid of your guilt?
To hide?
I'm talking to you!
-Give it to me! -Aren't you listening?
Speak.
Speak!
-Speak. -Stop it.
-Leave me alone!
Speak! Say something!
-Speak! -Enough!
You've turned into him!
Okay.
Everything's all right now.
He's not feeling well.
Okay.
You can go now.
How the fuck did you end up like this?
Look at me.
When your mum got sick, I didn't pay attention.
Mum's dead and that's that.
I know I haven't been much of a father.
But you have to let me go.
Do this for me.