I quattro dell'Ave Maria

Hutch Bessy: Cacopoulos. What kind of a name is that?

Cacopoulos: A Greek name. My grandfather was a Greek. He was a Greek, like Sophocles, Aristophanes, Plato, Homer.

[He looks around and notices the guards getting tired, so he shifts his tone to a softer, sweeter one]

Cacopoulos: And like Ulysses, he had to keep traveling. He never suffered from homesickness, my grandfather. Oh no. And so, he left the schooner on which he had embarked, and continued his travels on foot, bouncing from place to place, trading in skins, until he came to a Cherokee tribe. And there he was admired by an Indian girl, or he admired her, I don't know which. But the fact is, among other children, my father too was born. And he grew up and raised a family in a small mining town. And he had just the time to do it... when someone shot him dead. And my grandfather told of it, had to get his son's body... and he had to take me, too, still teething... back to his tribe. And I cried... And I cried... And I cried...