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LIFE AFTER DEATH

You're not going to
take it off already?

I mean, before it's all over.
- It is all over now.

Can't it wait until
after the funeral?

Oh no, they're back there.
The rings, still on her finger.

I'm sure they remove them
for safe keeping.

It must've happened before.
- What?

That they...
someone's forgotten them.

We didn't forget nothing.
You said we'd leave them.

We couldn't take them off
when she was still alive.

No, but they're there
and may be lost forever.

What choice was there? To take them
from her when she was lying there?

Like saying:
"From now on, you're alone."

That's what you are.
- What?

Alone.

Yes, but no one should
be made even more alone.

When the fingers get swollen, you
have to take the rings off by force.

Tearing them off.
- I'm sure they have ways.

Let's call them
and drive there tomorrow.

Tomorrow?
- Yes, to the hospital.

Back to Helsinki? -Yes.

We can't just up and drive there.
We have a lot to do.

The funeral parlor, the grave site.
And the van's damn dirty.

It can't take all day.

Not a moment's rest
until it's all over.

Elsa. -My condolences.

How did you get here?
- Oh Nisse, for your sake, of course.

To be with my little brother
in grief.

But how did you get here
from the station? -I walked.

You could've called,
we would've picked you up.

You're too busy.

I'm used to managing on my own.

How did she know?
- I called her from the hospital.

When are you off to Sweden?

In a couple of weeks. I have to
vacate my apartment before that.

Someone's always been
looking after Nisse.

First, it was our mother
and then yours.

What's that? -A lamp.

Where's the chandelier?
- Hasn't hung there for ages.

Dad's chandelier has been there.
- Not since he died.

And you've asked before,
hundreds of times.

Are you insane? -Don't treat me
like one of your nutty patients.

"Mentally ill" is the word.
I don't work there anymore.

If I survived this year,
I'll survive this.

Don't I know how to mourn?

I took care of Dad when he was ill.
- Never said you didn't.

It wasn't easy, I can tell you that.
- Please, not now.

There you go.

Now that your dad's alone, he thinks
he can behave any way he likes.

Can't I have my feet on the table
in my own home? -Your home.

Think of Stefan, if not me.

You don't get it.
You've only taken care of yourself.

Dad, please.
- Think of Stefan.

He's so decent and still doesn't mind
my odd drinks. Aren't you having any?

So, I'm not decent?
- I never said that!

I do as I please
in my own home. -Stop yelling.

This ain't Helsinki where everything
can be heard. I'd go crazy.

Not everyone can choose
where they live.

If I hadn't taken the house after
Dad, it would be in ruins by now.

Never disputed that. -What would
you do if the boiler broke?

I could call someone. -Right.

Typical of you city folks to think
that you only need to call someone.

Let me tell you, it doesn't work
that way. -When did you ever call?

I came here on my own.
- Always worrying how I'll manage.

Whatever I do,
it's never enough.

I'm going back home,
if you keep yelling.

What are you doing?
- Switch the light off!

Nisse?

Damn beast!

I'm coming, I'm coming.

Damn beast! -Oh, the squirrel.

I'll have to get it before the
birds hatch. -Already breeding?

Just a question of time.

It is available in
spruce, aspen or birch.

Pinewood. That'll be fine, thanks.

Thank you. -Right.

It is available with a finish.
White or black.

Alright, yes, we'll take that.
- Which one?

What which one?
- The finish, white or black?

White. -White. Painted or coated?

Yes, white or black cloth?

We'll be done here
at noon on Saturday.

You'll go through all the details
with the priest on his house call.

House call?

We only want a quick funeral, -

no frills, as soon as possible.

This isn't a long time.
In cities, you wait at least a month.

Two weeks! How can it take so long
to put a person under ground?

I just don't get it.
By then, the whole world will know.

They'll know sooner or later.
- The later the better.

I don't want a lot of strangers
there. Just you and me.

Nisse! -And her, of course.

Telephone!
- And Granny Brita.

This is Nisse.

Yes, the number's the same.
Haven't changed it, you never know.

Yes, that's right.
Oh, so you've heard?

Oh well, we'll see about the date.

We'll be in touch then, I suppose.

Yes, thank you. Bye!

Damn bitch!
- Who was that?

Some cousin of Leila's. I don't know.
- What did she say?

Offered her condolences.

Why are you mad at her?
- Not at her!

At Brita! Your Granny!

Damn, she's spreading
the news to everybody.

How does she even know?
- From Granny, you said so.

Right, but how does she know?

Goddamnit, did you
talk to her, too, already?

Ain't nothing going as planned here.

If she didn't care
when Leila was ill, -

she might as well stay away now.

But she's her mother. -Right.

With Leila gone,
good riddance to her.

It's not true that she didn't care.

Oh, she sure cared.

"I beat cancer by positive thinking"
and "You are as well as you feel".

This shit she brought here!
When Leila was dying!

When did you say it was...?

The viewing.
After the weekend, on Monday.

We have to wait until Monday?
Tomorrow's a workday.

That's the time they gave me.
- Change it.

What? -Yes.

For once, you'd make
a useful phone call.

What did they say?
- Is it okay if I wear this?

What? -To the funeral.

What did they say?
- Yes, sure.

What did they say?
- They'd check and call me later.

Later when?
- Let's just wait.

Wait? We've waited enough.

You call them.

Does it fit?

If you're looking for the coffee,
it's in its usual place.

Not for ages, it hasn't been.
- Yes, I see.

I know I haven't been welcome here.

But I thought it
might be different now.

Bygones! It's in your head
that you weren't welcome.

You didn't get along with Leila,
but that was your fault.

She tried to be nice.
- Yes, yes she was nice.

But I notice
when I'm not welcome.

You're saying that only because
she made this into her and my home.

I'm telling you, don't you go
changing nothing when I'm gone!

Is someone going to answer?

Don't answer it! -Stefan Nurmi.

It is so annoying
with people intruding.

And reminding
you of all that old stuff.

That's why I
thought I'd change things.

To help you forget the old stuff,
leave it behind and move on.

It'll be tomorrow.

The viewing, tomorrow.

I have to admit
that I'm surprised in a good way.

She's absolutely right.
- Granny Brita?

No, Elsa! You have to leave
the old stuff to move on.

We need to get this over with
before she does more damage.

Elsa? -No, Granny Brita!
Before she tells everybody.

Yes, Saturday next week.

What the hell is she doing here?
- Granny.

At twelve o'clock.

Here they come.

It's Stefan and Nisse.
I'll put you on the list.

Yes, I will. Welcome.

Greetings from
Elsi and Bobi, they...

Offer their condolences.

What? A rose? -Yes.

It's supposed to be a carnation.

Is Nisse leaving a rose?
- No, I am.

Is he going to sit there?
Isn't he coming in? -We'll see.

And that one...

That one you must place here, -

where the evil was.

I'm going in now, Granny.
- Yes, yes.

Come on in.

All set here?

So, what did she say?

Your Granny, what did she say?
- Say and say. She was crying.

She must've said something.

She was wondering
why you didn't come in.

Damn!

Interfering with everything.
What's she got to do with it?

What else did she say?
- Well, she cried.

She said...

That the last time she saw mother,
she wanted to hold her, comfort her -

and say everything's alright.

Yeah right, she didn't understand
it was serious, or didn't want to.

I think she understood.

But you could tell right off
how it would end.

I couldn't.

Hello! -Hello!

Here. Some flowers.

Thank you. -Bye!

Listen, listen.

can you hear it?

Only a question of time,
like I said.

So, how did it go?
- Bought a white rose.

And Granny?
- She had a carnation.

A carnation?

Isn't that a little banal?
- Damn banal.

That's what she wanted to have.

It's been ringing off the hook,
but I didn't answer. -Why not?

It's none of my business.
- What's this?

Listen, that's something
I want to talk about.

Leila's clothes. What have I told you
about going through my stuff?

Nissenasse, -

you do have to decide.
Do you want to keep them, -

or move on?

Are those for the funeral?

It needs to be pretty recent,
but these are school photos.

These are awfully lit.

Can't the lighting be softer?

You do understand they are
in a hurry? -You think this is good?

What? It's awful.

She's too young, but the light
is good. -Always, when I shoot.

Not in this one.
- It's just snapshot.

You're only a few hours old there.

Your mom didn't want her picture
taken. She was fussy about her hair.

It had to look good.

Oh, well.

The light's always like this
in the spring. Fall is better.

The light is warmer and it doesn't
shine vertically like in the summer.

You can take good pictures
in the summer, using backlight.

They say a flash is good in
backlight. The faces won't be black.

You think? -They don't turn black
if you know what you're doing.

A flash is the last thing.
- Absolutely. Natural light, always.

Nissenasse!
- Hold on, will you!

There's a lot of photos when
she's young, but then it stops.

The picture is not
only for the funeral.

I want to remember
what she looked like.

Are you coming?

Damn... Stefan!

What's wrong with Nisse?

It's the priest. Want to say hello?

I'd never show myself like this!

Stefan, the priest!
- Isn't he a little early?

Damn early!

Hello. Some more flowers.

See you. -Thank you.

You should've given them back.
- Who are Gunilla and Thorolf?

What are we going to do with those?
Nilla and Rofa?

Are they family?
- Colleagues from school, maybe?

Don't know.
I don't know half of them.

Just put them in water.

Hello.

Are you Nisse? -Yes.

My condolences. -Oh.

One reason for us meeting like
this before the funeral is -

to hear how you'd like
to remember Leila.

What would you like her
to be remembered for?

She... she was a teacher.

A very popular teacher, I'm sure.
- Yes.

Very popular.

She had a way of
drawing people to her.

Until she became sick.
Then she didn't want people around.

Not even her mother,
but she came anyway.

But before,
when she still had some strength, -

people brought her
presents and flowers.

All the time. -Then I guess a lot
of people want to remember her.

Is it going to be a big funeral?
- No, just us.

And a few others.

Next of kin.
- A small funeral, then.

That's how she would've wanted it.

Kind of a last wish.
- Right, a last wish.

Do you think she knew
she wouldn't get better?

Yes. -No.

It was clear. But she didn't talk
about how it would go.

If my end was near, I'd want
him to know about everything.

You don't know how this house
works. What if the boiler fails?

I guess I'll call...
- On Christmas Eve? Who?

What? Santa Claus?
- She might have known.

People don't say much, even if they
fear the worst. Not to worry anyone.

Maybe you were worried anyway?

These aren't ours.
Somebody brought them.

People do seek easy
answers to difficult problems.

But you can't will cancer away.
Same goes for grief.

Grief is like a huge load of sand,
it all has to go.

And you can't use an excavator
and get rid of it all at once.

This needs to go,
one shovel at a time, by hand.

Bye.

"One shovel at a time, by hand."

Are we going to hear
this nonsense at the funeral, too?

Hey!

What's the sudden rush? Can't it wait
until after the funeral?

A lot of talk
about how long it takes.

He may say it takes a year.

But I just had my year.

Thank you very much,
but I'm done mourning!

The last thing I need
is tears and condolences.

Hello Granny.

Well, keeping busy.

Yes. No, it's alright.

Oh, you think so? Well.

She wanted to talk
about the funeral.

I thought we'd serve sandwiches, -

but she's decided on
a sandwich cake. -Sandwich cake?

Leila couldn't stand it!
She'd never serve sandwich cake.

Greasy and messy.
- Yes, a little banal, maybe.

Goddamn banal!

She chose sandwiches
for her fiftieth birthday.

I told Granny that,
but she said they leave you hungry.

She didn't suggest porridge, too,
to fill everybody's belly, then.

Is that the point of a funeral?
To feed people?

What else did she have to say?
- She's invited quite a few.

A small funeral, I said!
- I guess it won't be that.

20, 30 with all the colleagues.

Way past 50 with family.

And then there's Granny's list.
- List?

It keeps getting longer.
- What list?

Why is she inviting people?
It's none of her business!

She'll have to call and cancel.
All of them. Cancel.

Either she arranges this
or we do.

If she invites a single person,
she can arrange the entire funeral, -

porridge, sandwich cake, the works.
I'm not doing nothing.

What? -Nothing.

You weren't with her
all the time. I was.

Nisse! -Do not invite them!

Tell everyone
it's a private funeral.

You be on my side, get it?

Hello?

Hi there. Thank you.

Yes, right...

I'm afraid I'm going
to ask you not to come.

Her wish was
a strictly quiet funeral.

You'll have to take your desk
somewhere else. No room here.

Call the next one
and say the same thing.

Don't give me that look.
Who sent those flowers?

Nilla and Rofa.
- Right, start with them.

What's their last name?
- I don't know.

Then find out!

I mean I don't know
if I can do that.

Oh, but you can keep calling
Granny all the time.

You're the one who started this.
Go on now!

Go! Go, go.

You're not done yet.
Keep at it.

I've tried to humor you.

But forbidding people
to mourn Mom...

I just can't do it.

But you have to.

Bye.

Wait. Hey!

Is this the way you want it?

What are you doing?
- You scared me!

What are you up to?
- You know, -

I haven't slept here
since I was a child.

Or, we were.

You slept there and I...
- It's Stefan's room!

Yes, but he's not here.
- He's coming back.

I wouldn't be so sure. -Of course
he is, at least for the funeral.

That's not what he told me.

He's young, they go back and forth.

I'm here, I'll help you.

Tell me what you want me to do.

How about a cognac? -No.

Would you like me
to call people and cancel?

Do you want me to?

I can call them.

I don't know.
- Just tell me the names.

I mean I don't know who they are,
I don't know them.

But Stefan...

...or Granny Brita would know.

She's the one who invited them all.

You deaf bastard, you're at home?

You're not much
of a guard, are you?

Oh, you old, deaf dog,
where are you going?

What are you doing?
What's that in your hand?

What on earth are you doing here?

What are you doing inviting people
to the funeral without asking me?

Asking you?
It's my daughter's funeral!

Family, friends whom she's known
all of her life... -Don't you start.

...with whom she spent time, but
you don't even know the names of.

They mourn Leila and ask me
why you don't answer their calls.

People she liked and who liked her.
They're in shock!

Because she is no longer...

You could've warned them.

You saw it when you brought your
books like some traveling salesman.

Instead of seeing her!
- What?

You gave her hope when
there was none. None at all!

And what did you do for her?
- I was there.

I was there every day,
saw her getting worse, -

heard her breathing
become heavier, saw her...

Shrinking.
- You shrank her!

You never said a kind word to her.

Just sat there as if you were dead.

At least I did something for her.

You gave her false hope.

I'm taking this.

What are you doing?
- Jesus, are you trying to kill me?

Turn it on.

So, this is where you are?

I'll get milk for the coffee.
- I take mine black.

Remember when he bought it?
At an auction.

Dad liked auctions.

He was good at bargaining
and getting his way.

You know, I've been thinking.

Now that Stefan's off to Sweden...
- For a while. He'll come back.

He's young,
he might have a change of heart.

I could move in here.

Until you're feeling better,
to begin with.

You'd move in here? -Yes.

What's so strange about that?
- Us living together?

Here, yes. After all,
it is also my house.

You got to live here
because you had a family.

Now that you don't have any, so.
- But I do.

Nissenasse.

We said it's time to move on.

But Stefan... -Him, too!

If he ever comes
back from Sweden, -

it's high time for him
to find something and move on.

I guess the coffee's ready now.

Nisse! What are you doing?

It's my lamp, Leila's and mine.

She chose it,
and it belongs down there.

Nissenasse...
- Don't you Nissenasse me!

I'll put all of it aside
when I feel like it.

We said you're done mourning.

"We"? We haven't
said anything of the sort.

You moving in here.
What would become of that?

We'd be at it like this all day,
I'd go crazy.

Nisse, you're yelling again.

I'm not your patient, I told you!

If you keep doing this...
- You'll leave. Yes, I heard it.

You can call them
and cancel yourself.

Hi, this is Nisse.
- Hi, Nisse.

Leila's Nisse, Finland,
calling about Leila's funeral.

Brita's call brought
the grief to us, too.

Thank you. Right,
Brita told you. Thought so.

But she didn't tell you
that Leila's last wish -

was a quiet funeral.

Family only.

Immediate family.

We weren't planning on coming.

Oh, so you weren't?

Right, it's a long way, too.
Thanks anyway, bye.

Hi, this is Nisse.
About Leila's funeral...

What? Has Leila died?

Yes, yes.

Hello, I'm calling about
the funeral on Saturday.

We only know about it
because Brita called.

I'm afraid I'm going to ask you
not to attend.

Not attend Leila's funeral?
- Yes, it was Leila's wish.

That I wouldn't attend?
- No, not you precisely.

No, it's not about you.

My dear friend,
I didn't mean it like that...

Elsa, come on, don't be like that.

Elsa! What's wrong with you?

Goddamn it, Elsa!
Have you lost it completely now?

Elsa, get in the van,
so we can talk.

Get in the van,
so we can talk.

Where are you going?
I can give you a ride.

I'll take that in the van, you don't
have to carry it. Give it to me!

What're you doing with this?
- You've taken enough from me!

My home, my memories,
but this one, you're not taking!

Elsa... -Everything I've tried
to do for you... Now it's over.

You'll stand there, the only one in
the family, without me and Stefan.

You can fix your funeral yourself.

And don't come to mine!

Start from there.

Is that your phone, Stefan?

Oh, so here you are?

You're not paying
for this, are you?

Are your pals coming?

Or something?

I've cleared some space at home.
In case you want to take that back.

Oh, it's this damn big?
- There's room for it here.

Did you have help carrying it here?
- Was no problem.

I can stay at their place.
I won't come home before Sweden.

Of course you're coming home.

You don't want me there.

You won't let me
or anyone mourn.

Because you're done mourning,
I get it now.

You didn't become a widower when
Mom died and you took off the ring.

Right from the start,
when we heard about the cancer, -

you isolated yourself.

You decided she was going to die.

And you left her alone.

But I was there every day.
- Not emotionally.

Because I was afraid.

Afraid of being left alone.

You all said she'd recover, but...

I was there every day.

Afraid of losing her
and being alone.

Am I going to lose you, too?

I'll be coming home.
I'm not going to stay in Sweden.

And before the funeral?

Do you want me to?

When did you get these?

At the viewing.

Isn't Elsa here?

She went back home.

I guess we'll manage...

If we run out of these, we'll serve
Granny's sandwich cake. -Yes.

I bet she'll bring one.
- Two!

And if that's not enough,
we'll serve... -Porridge!

She loved lilly-of-the-valley.
- Mom?

I should've told that to the priest
when he asked about her.

Didn't come to think of it then.

This is how it should be.

Should've been
from the first night.

Okay, right. Yes.
Yeah, bye.

Well? -It was Elsa.
She's coming anyway.

We'll have to pick her up
at the station. -No...

She said can't walk in that dress.

How the hell are we
going to make it in time?

Out, out, out.

If I'm going to make it through
the day, you'll do the driving.

You sure?
- Don't make a fuss, just drive!