It is Christmas Eve. Angelos, a mysterious 50-year-old man, observes a young boy singing the carols in the streets of Athens. He convinces the child to go with him in his car towards an unknown destination.

The Bastards have left the city behind. Their house in the countryside smells of nothing but summer. Five girls and five boys living in the moment, for the moment. No outsider comes around here, and all the insiders take turns standing guard, kissing each other, playing dead. They are still kids. They are your kids. They are our Bastards.