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GAMBLING CHIP

Oh my God!

I must call for help.

I have something in my pocket that you've never seen before.

Work-related, irregularly regular, temporary-

subchronic lack of money. - Jussi, what you just described -

is painfully familiar to all of us private entrepreneurs.

In earthly terms, "dirt-poorness".

A most familiar state of affairs for us artists.

I see. Well, I'm going to stimulate myself to home base, -

at exactly 1,200 metres from here.

Hey, if push really comes to shove -

our Antiquarian Bookstore will even buy encyclopaedias.

Payment in cash. - That's good to know.

In case of necessity. - Yeah.

Chip card into the blue slot, and you'll get home before dawn.

Oh...

Here you are.

Goddammit...

Try to concentrate, will you?

It might work better that way. Can I help you?

The strange woman's purse was definitely more expensive-

than my car.

Transaction rejected Insufficient funds

Sole Sulavesi, 35. Born in Helsinki.

Hey, I'm sorry about what I said.

Oh, fuck!

Look, I'm sorry. Is everything OK?

No! But how the hell would you know!

In 30 seconds, I knew more about this woman-

than I knew about my neighbours whom I saw every day.

A woman's ungrounded hysteria always attracts a man's attention.

Yes, address the invoice to me at the Natunen Corporation.

My name is Topi Penkki. Good.

I agree with you on this. I just wanted to make sure.

Mrs Natunen.

How did the old saying go? What happens to the greedy ones?

Here you are.

All right. I know a suitable subcontractor.

Great. That's all I want to know.

This thing won't be disturbing our businesses much longer.

Can I set the wheels in motion right away? - Of course.

The down payment. - See you tomorrow.

Good morning, Jussi. I didn't wake you up, did I? -No.

I noticed you came home at a decent hour last night.

The almost daily need of Anna's to use my shower-

as hers was always broken-

had been my only contact with women in a long time.

Why did I suddenly feel that I needed something more from women?

Thanks a lot, once again.

You're welcome.

Thanks.

Jussi, what's the matter?

Cough up. What's wrong? You're not yourself at all.

I hurt a stranger yesterday.

Am I getting old or something?

I feel bad about what I did.

Well, find the guy. Say that you're sorry.

You're the private eye here.

Besides, isn't tracking someone down all routine to you?

My shift starts soon.

I can drive you somewhere if you want. OK?

This coffee tastes like shit.

Well, well, if it isn't Mr Vares and his daily usual.

Did you get an inheritance -

or are you preparing fora date with a femme fatal?

The latter is closer to the truth. Come on, have a pint with me.

No can do. I'm having a one-on-one with an ex-Playboy girl.

She's here in Turku for some dog show. - Really?

That explains the pink poodle shirt and the whiff of hairspray.

You're giving her some drawing paper?

I've been sent some weird letters. Possible source material.

Or toxic waste, don't know yet.

Come on, take one for the road. - I can't. Good luck.

Hey, keep in mind that too much booze-

may cause erectile dysfunction in middle aged men.

Don't worry, you'll get used to it.

Hey, Ruuhio, take these with you.

Keep out of trouble.

I've been to this address before!

Thanks. Put it on my tab, will you?

OK. Hey, good luck with the...

Good luck with... with the hysteric.

Good morning. Want a cup of espresso?

I'm more used to the straight guy's coffee.

It's hot in here.

Look... I have a bad memory...

Did we... you know?

A. I never take a man into my bed on the first night.

B. You saw fit to pass out like a light last night.

I'm really sorry.

I slept in the guest room.

C. You know nothing about a straight guy's coffee -

until you've tasted this.

What is it then?

Caffè corretto.

Carajillo in Spanish.

What would be your D then?

The first night rule does not necessarily apply-

the following morning.

Should we skip over E and go straight to F?

1 to 6 tablets daily as needed for anxiety

Juhani.

You know, I had a feeling at the cash machine -

that we'd meet again.

Quite an unusual profession, private detective.

What does it mean in practice?

Digging into people's private affairs, sifting through archives -

sitting in the car, sleepless nights...

Nothing romantic about it.

Have you ever had...

...any thrilling cases? - You mean like...

Murder, for example? - Of course I have.

But they're quite nasty cases. Let's not talk about them.

I'd rather talk about you.

What seems to be troubling you, Mrs Sulavesi?

Ex-Mrs Sulavesi! That's all you need to know for now.

Hey, Jussi Vares and a clean white shirt!

The world's only private detective who is also a male prostitute.

Starting to be as rare a sight around these parts-

as the world's only erotic pole dancer-

who is also a taxi chauffeuse. - What is not rare at all is -

that our short-story writer has marinated himself-

to light years away from anywhere and beyond.

Even marinated, I can see that my good friend Jussi Vares is in love.

Nonsense, I say!

Vares knows as much about love as a pig knows about false teeth!

Anna, do you know what is the metal of which they've made this pole-

that you rub your most beautiful body part against every night?

No, I don't.

Cunt-resistant metal! - Why don't you piss off, Luusalmi!

That's the way to go. Nice style!

Jussi, there's a car waiting for you outside.

A penny for your thoughts, Mrs Sulavesi.

I can't afford more than that. - I guess not.

Are you cold? -No.

Jussi, I'd like to ask you a favour.

It's about my brother's birthday party.

At your service.

Mr Stahanov. You are a punctual man.

Mr Penkki. In my profession, punctuality is a virtue.

That's great.

Good.

Thank you.

Thanks. - I'm not a suit man, this tie is strangling me...

I hate this as much as you do.

What kind of people are they? - Timppa owns an IT company.

His wife, Susanna, awful woman, -

is the head of a private nursing home.

Zip up your fly!

The mosquito repellents never work...

Once again, one should have known more than one knew.

About exchange rates, golf handicaps and the VIPs.

The birthday boy, Sole's brother Timo Petterson-

was a full-blooded Lions Club lion, and hls wife Susanna-

looked like she could have used more cloth for her dress.

Agreat vintage... - Of course, what else?

This is... Jussi Vares. - Jussi Vares. Congratulations.

Timo Petterson. Thank you.

Hi, Susanna. - My wife Susanna.

...well it comes all the way from Brussels...

Hello. - Hi.

Hi. - Hi.

Oh, it's you!

Hampus, hello. - Congrats, Timppa.

Terhi, could you come over here? - May I introduce you...

Bank manager von Knorr, -

this is private... entrepreneur Jussi Vares. - Hello.

There you go! - Thank you, Susanna.

What do you think?

Nice party.

I meant the painting. It's my latest purchase.

You've been staring at it quite intensively for the last 30 minutes.

I bought it from Liljevalchs in Stockholm.

Quite impressive, isn't it? - It creates powerful associations.

Yes, and it cost us quite a bit of money!

Well, here you are.

What a small glass I have.

How about that! - Dear Sole never gets tired -

of dragging here those pitiful fiancés-to-be.

Don't worry, you'll find your Mr Right.

I think I've tested out enough of them!

Ouch!

OK, we're out of here.

[Skipped item nr. 185]

Sole had enough of her brother, her sister-in-law -

and the insolent bank manager von Knorr-

just when I was starting to enjoy their dull garden party.

But there was worse to come. I had introduced Sole to Alanen-

and they had agreed to take a tour of the Turku cathedral.

I could imagine how Luusalmi would go on, evenings on end-

at the New Pharmacy Pub about "checking out the wedding church".

Thanks for the nice chat, Reverend. - Former reverend.

I hadn't set foot in a church for decades.

Maybe it was high time to do it.

It's high time to go for a beer. - I see...

Can I ask one more question? - Pray, open your soul, my child.

What do you believe in? - Good question.

I don't believe in lasting love or marriage, -

nor in eternal life or reincarnation. There's one thing -

that makes the cash register ring in any religious sect. - What?

Death. Whether due to old age, illness, an accident or a crime-

or even to taking one's own life, -

death and the fear of it is the best merchandise ever-

in the history of mankind.

We could concentrate on living fora change.

Jussi darling, I must tend to It today.

See you In the evening. At eight?

Sure, why not. I must tend to some business myself.

But after eight, I promise I'll pick up with you.

I'm not a pickupl- OK.

In alphabetical order, if you please! - This is Eino Leino.

Hello! - Alphabetically.

Want to buy some books?

What, has our loverboy-detective robbed the city library?

One guy paid with books, couldn't find any cash.

I see. Lack of money seems to be quite a common phenomenon, -

or why else would short-story writer Luusalmi be here, doing honest work?

And sober even. - It breaks my artist's heart-

to see how masterpieces of Finnish literature-

are used as means of commercial transaction!

Mind you, the author's copies that you gave me-

are on my bookshelf with a vodka bottle and "The Unknown Soldier" -

and will stay there, despite my financial situation.

Good. But I must say that it makes my heart bleed, as a man, -

to see Jussi Vares in love.

I suggest we leave my love life off the agenda today.

How is this young lady of yours anyway?

What was her name again? Silja? As in "The Maid Silja"?

Sole. Her name is Sole.

Jussi, how serious is this relationship of yours?

I mean it, dump that crazy bitch. Now.

I must say this is quite an impressive collection...

Linna, Waltari... Huovinen, Haanpää...

And even a few rarer editions.

This was a preliminary offer.

I shall give my final offer once I've examined the whole bunch.

Sometimes selling books can be more profitable than writing them.

That's true. A high-quality book never comes cheap.

Here's a hat for you. Put it on.

Alanen... Good afternoon!

I've been thinking lately...

For quite a while, actually, -

and I've been wanting to tell you something.

Oh... Darling, you'd even buy me a ring if you had the money.

Are you upset? -What?

Are you upset? - Why would I be upset?

I mean, I thought I was the expert on being upset.

Don't come to my place for the night.

You don't understand women one little bit.

Believe me when I tell you!

Talk things through with this Sole.

It really hurts me to see a grown man worry himself to death.

The number you have dialled is not available at present.

The number you have dialled is not available....

Oh, the silent treatment. The oldest and cruellest weapon of women.

Three days already.

Three days is nothing, really.

But you can't say that you haven't been warned.

This isn't like Sole at all. Let's go to her apartment.

And, if necessary... to the police station.

OK. I'm getting a bit worried too.

Quite a stock of drugs.

Her purse and car keys are missing.

Maybe she took a trip somewhere.

Three days' newspapers.

If Sole had taken a trip somewhere, she would have let me know.

So you're the one who last saw Mrs Sulavesi? - Yes, I am.

And you are the missing person's... - Brother.

...person's... - Friend.

A boyfriend? -Yeah.

Are you cohabiting? - No. We've only just met.

In most of these cases, things turn out just fine-

within a few days.

I don't see any particular reason to overreact. - Overreact?

She's been missing for three days! - That's exactly what I meant.

Jaska. - Jussi, hi.

Why don't you grab your coat and come with us.

Where? - There's a place we want to show you.

Is Ruissalo a familiar place to you, Mr Vares?

I think everyone in Turku has been there.

Well, Mr Vares... Have you paid a visit lately?

Yes I have, Mr Hautavainio.

Last week or thereabouts. With Mrs Sulavesi.

For what purpose? - It was a daytrip.

A little bit of quality time, including a picnic. A car ride.

Have you been to this place before? - Not closer than a hundred metres.

Is that an official statement?

This is a preliminary interview related to an investigation.

Jaska, what's going on? - You'll soon find out.

But first, tell us what was your relation to this Sole Sulavesi.

I'm a boyfriend or something.

One would expect you to come up with a more precise definition.

Have you had any problems lately? Any disagreements?

Yes, we're having problems. I haven't seen her in four days.

Have you ever climbed up there?

Do I have to spell it out for you? No, I have not.

What has happened? -lf we find any residual traces of your DNA there -

it will be a very bad thing for you.

What's happened up there? Tell me!

A passer-by found the body of Sole Sulavesi up there.

The criminal police are investigating this as murder.

You don't look too upset. Do you have anything to say?

You'll be treated as a person close to a homicide victim.

For operational reasons, I can't give details of the cause of death.

Has the past year been profitable for a private detective?

You know this isn't exactly a gold mine.

Sole Sulavesi was a substantially wealthy woman. Did you know that?

She had a posh flat and didn't go to work-

but I know nothing about her money.

With her inheritance and the post-divorce division of property, -

she acquired considerable property.

I don't think my name will be mentioned in her will.

Was there anything that might have contributed to this tragedy?

Any possible threats or...

She was a bit skittish at times.

But she...

But she never specified those fears of hers.

We had other things to do.

OK, you can go now.

What did she die from?

There were some residues of fluoxetine in her blood.

We're most likely dealing with a homicide here.

That's all I can say for now.

Your alibi depends on those two barflies.

One more thing, Jussi... - I know, I know.

I won't leave the economic area of Turku.

Don't leave the economic area of Turku.

Sole Aurora Sulavesi. You are dust of the earth...

To dust you will return.

Jesus Christ, our Saviour, will wake you up on the last day.

Let us pray for the soul of the departed.

Mister... - Jussi. Would you consider investigating Sole's murder for me?

It might be a bit too personal a case for me.

The police have no line of enquiry yet.

Two weeks, and they've made no progress at all.

Sometimes these things take time.

Please, think about it.

I will, I promise. - Thanks. See you at the memorial service.

You look like you've been to a funeral.

Maybe it's because I have been to a funeral.

Thanks.

Jussi, our deepest condolences on your loss.

As a clergyman, I would be interested to hear-

what subjects my colleague dealt with in his sermon.

Forgiveness and sin. - Sin?

What did the honourable reverend say about sin? - Seemed not to like it.

OK guys, wake up! Coffee or beer? -Beer.

Beer. - Coffee would be nice.

Jussi, get up. Gotta be in Helsinki in two hours, -

interviewing the Prime Minister's girlfriend.

The ex or the new one? - Get up. Take those with you.

Let's get going, boys.

Let's look at those papers before you leave.

What papers? -You don't remember?

The papers we studied all night with great devotion.

You said you'd tackle them to get things off your mind.

You don't remember.

Yeah, right... those papers.

"Dear Mr Ruuhio. I return to the subject of my previous letter."

"I hope that you received it."

"I have a fine collection of newspaperclippings -

that I have been collecting since I last wrote to you -

more than three weeks ago."

"God will not right this wrong, -

so I'm sending these to you, Mr Journalist."

"Please, settle the scores. Yours, Virtanen."

Well, it's not the TPS starting lineup forthis football season.

Even I have figured out that much.

The letter was signed by "Virtanen", no phone number or address.

Could it have something to do with betting?

Match-fixing or something like that?

If you keep your word, that's your headache, not mine.

What did I promise exactly? - What did you promise me?

You promised to find out about this list of names.

Take all the letters. Who knows, you may even solve the Kennedy murder.

Didn't your TV journalist friend solve it already?

OK, I'll do it 'cause I promised. Besides, I've nothing else to do.

I'll have an expense account, won't I? -Very funny.

Boys. How about singing the hymn "Jesus Is My Friend Most Precious"?

Or "I Turn My Gaze unto Heaven on High"?

How about it?

Jesus is my... - Alanen, stop it.

.... I am safe in His embrace....

The thought of Sole's fate filled my mind.

I missed that strange woman.

I even blamed myself, although there was nothing I could've done

I've been meaning to tell you something.

I just haven't had the chance.

I took Sole home in my taxi some time ago.

She was with a man. They had quite an awful row.

A tall, dark-haired man?

How come you know that?

Hi.

No, I'm not interested at all.

But I'll take it anyway.

Death in a bird-watching tower!

"Eyewitness speaks out."Goddammit. The things people do for money....

And the birdwatche rwas a retired policeman, -

so the eyewitness report has quite a professional touch.

"Had been hanged" or "had hanged herself"?

Jaska. - Are you in Turku?

As ordered. - I have a delicate question to ask.

Were handcuffs part of Sole Sulavesi's standard equipment?

In the bedroom, I mean.

No, not with me.

But maybe they were with this guy from her bedroom photo gallery.

One must check everything... - So the investigation is stuck?

"Stuck" is one hell of an understatement.

Jussi, what did you just say?

They're in there.

That's where they were.

True. The glue residues are visible to the naked eye.

Take fingerprints, will you?

So, a 35-year-old, long-haired, bohemian looking guy.

Remember anything else? - I don't know, he was kind of...

Hey... don't touch. - Yeah yeah.

I don't know, I just had a quick glance at them.

He looked like a poorman's Cristiano Ronaldo.

I want to ask you something. - Go ahead.

You never were a real suspect.

In murder cases, you just have to go by the book. You know that.

We found all sorts of stains and residues on Sole's nightgown.

Jussi... I should take a sperm sample from you.

I mean... I, we... You should go and give a sperm sample.

I read in "Alibi" that the handcuff keys are missing.

True. The forensics team combed the area with a metal detector.

And the key wasn't here either.

The stairs to the tower are quite high. And steep.

Could it be possible that Sole went up there voluntarily?

Or maybe she was forced.

Tell me... Did you ever have keys to this place? -No.

Since you're going to dig into this case anyway, -

let's put all our cards on the table. How about it?

OK. - This isn't a killing done in a drunken rage-

but one hell of a tricky case.

I wonder if anyone has thought of the possibility-

that Sole was just a random victim of a violent lunatic?

I think the police are assuming -

that Sole had agreed to meet someone at the tower.

Could you tell me something about Sole's friends?

Male friends or her ex-husband.

Sakari Sulavesi is an heir to a metal corporation.

Sole and Sakari got married in a hurry-

which caused quite a hullabaloo in the groom's family.

What did the man look like?

Like an ordinary guy.

But he was bald.

Their marriage didn't last too long, did it?

A couple of years. And the divorce was a nasty one.

A real lawyer's dream.

Sole had to go to therapy after the divorce.

I guess Sole wasn't the most balanced person in the world. - No.

Sensitive. Vulnerable.

From a big brother's view, Sole was...

A dreamer.

That's how I remember her.

I'm sorry to disturb you.

I was having a meeting here.

So perhaps the two of you -

might go and maintain your bank relationship somewhere else.

I guess It wasn't the best of days for Mr Petterson.

And the day didn't brlng me anythlng new about Sole's mystery man.

I realised how little anyone knew about Sole's life.

Damn it...

Bloody hell...

There, go and run free in the wild.

You'll find rats everywhere!

Thank you very much for the information. Bye.

I contacted Sole's ex-husband, his present wife -

and Sole's best friend.

They all confirmed my impression of Sole:

A moody, sensitive, emotional woman-

who had difficulties with her relationships, and not just with me.

What I didn't know was that the bird-watching tower-

was one of her favourite places throughout her life-

and she used to go there since she was a little girl.

Directory enquiries, good evening. - Sundown nursing home, please.

The only person I hadn't talked to was Susanna Petterson.

Her intensive banking discussions with von Knorr-

added a new dimension to the case.

Sole had said that von Knorr had harassed her too.

A pint, please.

What would your... pussycat like?

Milk, cream, sardines?

Yeah. - Wife left? Girlfriend left?

Yes. I mean... no, I...

I'm Timppa. Timo. Petterson.

Timo. A beautiful name.

Thank you. What's your name?

Irene. - Oh, Irene...

That's a lot more beautiful name...

This is Danny. - Danny?

Here's a life saver for you. - Oh, thank you.

This will bring me back to the land of the living, I'm sure.

Ooh... Can I buy a round for everyone?

Sure, but it won't cost you much.

There's only me and those two loveable rogues over there.

Well, it's four pints then. And some cream for the cat.

What's he buying us pints for, eh?

That gentleman over there at the bar counter-

wanted to buy you... - Beers. Well, thanks a million.

I guess it's good manners -

to ask the gentleman to join us.

Timo...

Hey there, I'm Timo. - Antidote.

Geronimo. - Excuse me?

Geronimo. - What's your line of business then?

I'm in the banking field.

Oh, I thought the vault operators are all doing time.

We're having my... well, my business partner's -

shall we say... farewell party.

How come I don't know you?

I thought I knew all the guys who pull bank jobs.

You know, there are many sorts of bank jobs.

Aaltonen, Einola, Taanila... Doesn't ring a bell.

They're not from the "Seven Brothers" -

nor from any other work of Finnish fiction or drama.

Maybe they're Soile's ex-fiancés.

Jussi. You've never taken any of your cases personally.

Forget about Ruuhio's list-

and help the police with this Soile case, -

otherwise you'll find no peace.

It's Sole. Get it? - Sole, Sole, Sole...

Danny, I don't understand why you shed so much fur.

Well, it hasn't been easy for you either... - Timppa.

Be seeing you. We'll be there at the back table.

It's kinda our own private business meeting room.

Yeah, maybe we'll see again. You never know.

Hey, Danny. Come on, eat.

It'II make your coat nice and shiny.

I guess you're... in desperate need of a place to stay the night.

Who's gone missing now? - Sole's brother.

I've been trying to reach him for two days. -Well, he's in mourning.

Jussi Vares, do you have a minute? - Sure.

I'll tell you things that, for operational reasons -

haven't been revealed to anyone. I need your help.

We found a bunch of hair in Sole Sulavesi's fist.

Similar hair were found in a car near the bird-watching tower.

Could the hair belong to the guy in the photo gallery?

I can't say for sure.

Can't you take a DNA sample? - No, we can't.

There were no hair follicles.

So far, every single clue, every little hint, everything -

has drawn a blank.

Nothing to worry about. They have keys to this place.

They're part of the furniture, really. - Can they be trusted?

I trust them.

You see, there's nothing as honest as an honest crook.

I need two pros who aren't afraid of the dark-

and can keep their mouths shut afterwards.

Sure. But I don't take just any kind of job nowadays.

No banks. Their security systems are too tight.

This hit would take place in a more private environment.

You mean someone's got that much dough in their pad?

Something like that.

Oh, now I see. Money laundering.

The plans have been laid and the terrain has been surveyed.

All we need is someone to carry out the mission.

I dunno. I'm not in a hurry to go back to prison...

Yeah, Antidote's kinda retired now.

But then again... If I can stay more in the background, -

then why not.

Our pal could use a little student grant... for his "college".

I had a guilty conscience.

If I had offered another kind of love for Sole, -

she would still be alive. Maybe.

What a palace! - OK, Let's go through this one more time.

Geronimo ties the guy up with cable ties-

and makes sure he doesn't walk for a few days.

I get the package and Antidote stays outside, keeping watch.

If something goes wrong, nobody talks aloud.

The bastard may recognise my voice.

And Geronimo's articulation... - What?

...articulation is quite brutal, so it'd be easy to recognise.

Questions? - How much does he owe you?

A thoroughbred mare.

I'll go first and you'll come after.

Wait here for a while. Two short whistles is the sign. - OK.

No...

No, no...

You never whistled then.

The job is off. - What?

I don't have time to explain. Read the papers tomorrow.

Now let's get the hell out of here.

Here's something for your trouble, so you can manage for now.

We won't see each other for a while, and we keep a low profile.

This will cause a huge sensation.

... a bank manager and the managing director of a nursing home.

The police have arrested a man-

but will not reveal his identlty for operational reasons.

And now, news from abroad....

A cop I know says that it's a solved case. One-shot.

Did they steal anything? - Not that I know of.

The arrested man must be Timo Petterson.

Jussi, you know him.

Would he be capable of such a clinical execution?

I only know Petterson a little bit, but I doubt it.

To purchase a gun and hide it in such a short time? No way. - True.

I heard that it was he who called the police.

I think he decided to go and say a few well-chosen words-

to the bank manager. But the police won't think so.

Petterson may be in custody for quite some time.

OK boys, let's have some news.

And weather. - Whether or not.

Ruuhio's list of names was still a mystery to be solved.

It would hardly make me rich-

but at least I'd have somethlng else on my mind.

Vares. - Petterson.

Petterson! Is this the famous "one call" -

that the accused is entitled to?

You watch too much TV. This is the less famous call-

that the client makes to his private detective-

to say that he wants to meet him.

So, you're officially a free man?

They let me out this morning. Hautavainio said -

that suspicion towards me has decreased.

Thanks to the lie detector test, I suppose.

Well, well. The criminal police of Turku have entered this century.

How are you feeling?

Great. My sister's been killed, my wife turned out to be a whore -

and I'm accused of murdering them both.

Go on, ask.

Did you do it?

No! - What the hell were you doing in von Knorr's garden -

in the middle of the night?

What do you think? Five letters, b-o-z-e. - That was only four.

I was drunk. I decided to give the ready soup man a lesson -

that he'd never forget. Now I'm sober-

and I want you to take this case too.

With the killer on the loose, I'll have no peace in this town.

The town will assign all available men to this case -

and the Police College will send them more.

Don't waste your money on this.

I was arrested for a week. I had plenty of time to think.

Yes or no?

For Sole's sake.

SUNDOWN NURSING HOME

My visit to Sundown came way too late to help solve Sole's case.

Susanna Petterson saw her final sundown-

before I had the chance to hear what she thought about Sole.

Although now, Susanna and the "ready soup man"-

as Petterson called von Knorr-

became a case of their own.

Mr Vares? - Yes.

We haven't been introduced, though we have met a couple of times.

My name is Maria Rodriques.

Sundown was much more than a work place for Susanna.

It was her whole life. - I see.

In a nutshell, our company provides high quality nursing services, -

specialising in the care of Ionely old people-

with diminished physical capacity...

...but we can offer various recreational activities-

and forms of care that our competitors do not provide.

What happens now that Susanna is dead?

We naturally wish to continue our operation.

May I now ask you a question? - Of course.

Who commissioned you to conduct this inquiry? -Timo Petterson.

I thought so. I just wanted to make sure.

Did you know about Susanna and von Knorr's affair?

I was Susanna's trusted friend.

I hope I have been of some help. - Yes, you have. Thank you.

Einola needs something to calm him down.

Sorry, I didn't realise you had company. - Doctor!

Erkki Sariola, activities supervisor. - Jussi Vares.

I was just leaving. It was nice to meet you.

On rare occasions, extremely rare, -

a private eye gets a stroke of luck.

Of course, I should have called Hautavainio-

but I decided to give myself three days.

I didn't want a feather in my cap, -

I just wanted to bring Sole's killer to justice.

Erkki Antero Sariola, 38. Born in Hauho, -

military rank: Sergeant, a qualified sports therapist.

Owns 10 per cent of Sundown shares.

Last year's Income, 38,000 euros.

By inference, a bachelor.

Not among the keenest users of stimulant substances.

Appears to be an ordinary, decent man.

Perhaps too decent, llke many othercriminals.

Excuse me, could I sit down for a moment?

We met some time ago. - Yes, Jussi Vares.

Yes, I remember. Sit down. - I must confess -

that I'd seen you before we met at Sundown.

In dozens of photos, in Sole Sulavesi's apartment.

Now the photos have disappeared. How well did you know Sole?

First, tell me what gives you the right and why-

are you probing into my private life? - I'm a private eye.

Sole's brother hired me. And I knew Sole. Quite intimately.

It's no secret that we had a love affair-

that lasted for a few months. Nothing unusual in Sole's case.

What ended your relationship?

Is this really relevant?

I did. Our relationship had no future, so I ended it.

Sole took lots of photos. She kept movie tickets and restaurant bills.

I think she had a friends book, like little girls have.

She even wanted a lock of my hair.

You know that Sole was quite wealthy, don't you?

Yes. I also know that this conversation ends here.

Jaska, I know who was the guy in Sole's photo gallery.

It's Erkki... - Sariola, Erkki Antero. We checked him out.

And?- He's clean as a whistle. Not even a parking ticket.

At the time of Sole's murder, he was lying in hospital.

Jussi...

Thanks. I'm totally stuck with Sole's case.

And I guess I'm not the only one. - How about the list of names?

Still a mystery to me. How about you, anything new?

About crimes, nothing. But one of our financial editors said -

that the late bank manager von Knorr's final countdown -

had begun quite a while ago.

Dubious lending practices, credit losses...

And: The Financial Supervisory Authority had been observing him.

He'd been living on a knife-edge for quite a while.

Until death he did part. - Amen.

This tastes awful. Just like old news.

Thanks anyway. - He's funny.

In all his eagerness, Ruuhio is totally intolerable half the time.

But some of that eagerness is contagious.

The case must have some economic connection.

"I can't ignore this anymore."

"These people have been made the puppets of gamblers, -

parties to a fraud that they know nothing about."

Signed by Ursula Virtanen.

Business merger of the Natunen Corporation...

Calcotec inquiry is withdrawn

Bank manager von Knorr from the Calcotec board of managers...

Calcotec executive Topi Penkki gives no comment

Einola needs something to calm him down.

Erkkl Sarlola.- Jussi Vares, hi.

Could I disturb you for a moment, despite what happened last time?

I want the perpetrator caught as much as you do-

so how can I help you? - I have a llst of names.

Hinkkanen, Taanila, Möller... and Anttila.

You just listed the names of Sundown patients, in a random order-

but there's nothing mysterious or strange about them.

Can you tell me how the name "Virtanen "Is related to this list?

We had a patient called Ursula Virtanen, but she is gone.

You mean she died? - Last February, I think.

How? - In a very natural way, she stopped breathing.

Do you know anything else about this Virtanen?

She was an ex-chief accountant, so she helped out at the office.

But she was so nosy that Susanna had to put an end to lt.

Did Mrs Virtanen have all her china in the cupboard?

Absolutely. Her only problem was -

that she poked her nose into otherpeople's business.

Oh God... Do you know what a 60-year-old whore's pessary-

that's neverbeen washed smells like?

No, and I don't want to know. - Neither do I.

But I'm sure this smells worse than that.

Through complex arrangements, -

they've purchased shares of high tech companies -

and sold them for a high profit.

Apparently everything was done in the name of Sundown patients.

Can you tell me about the Natunen Corporation?

It's one of the biggest private wholesale firms in Turku.

It is owned by iron lady Selma Natunen.

Her background is interesting.

I don't know what its line ofbusiness is at the moment-

but the company has ballooned during the past few years.

And I'm getting to understand why.

Goddammit...

The scheme is so diabolically brilliant-

that it almost hurts.

It works like this: Von Knorr gives Natunen some inside information -

about stock market transactions and business deals.

Then Von Knorr opens... opened some phantom accounts-

in the name of Sundown patients.

Using those accounts, Natunen buys and sells shares -

and keeps the profits for herself.

And the contact man is this Mr Penkki -

for whom you left a voicemail.

Natunen is smart enough to use a middleman.

So you mean that Penkki paid commission to von Knorr-

who operated those phantom accounts. Right? -Yes. Yes, yes...

Of course he also paid the director of the nursing home.

Did you know that my wife was not only a whore but also a criminal?

I'm really sorry. Did you ever notice-

that your wife had some extra money to spend? -No.

Well, she made those strange art purchases...

What went wrong here?

Why did Susanna and von Knorr have to be eliminated -

and who did it?

Man's greed knows no limits.

Maybe they were unhappy about their share-

and became blackmailers.

OK, here's the USB modem. Connect it to your laptop -

and send an e-mail to Mr Penkki.

Speak of the devil...

Vares. Thanks for calling back.

I've left you quite enough messages already.

Tell me who you're working for.

I'm working for myself, just to earn some money.

You won't be earning much after you hear from our lawyer.

Whatever. I'll send you an e-mail.

Read it, then we can talk business.

Or you can read the e-mail in the next issue of "Alibi" -

or in an intranet article of the Financial Supervisory Authority.

What? What do you want?

I never take the risk-

of pulling a job in the same town within such a short time.

Don't call me again!

You're hurting me Help!

You fucking asshole, what the hell have you done!

Detective Pohjola is from the Economic Crime Unit of the NBI.

Jussi Vares. - Ismo Pohjola.

Boys, I think this is a much bigger case-

than we've even imagined.

This Natunen Corporation has been involved in -

quite a few business acquisitions lately. - Take a look at those.

Most importantly, there is also a possible connection -

to very brutal and ruthless homicides.

In a case like this, a special audit of accounts -

can be conducted within a short timeframe.

But a court order is needed to gain access to the account information.

And murder cases are pretty much a mystery?

Unfortunately. We have no hard evidence-

but if we take Natunen and Penkki in, -

it should loosen some tongues.

Check those. - There is, of course, another option.

Mr Penkki is a fish of deep waters and just about to swallow the bait.

Vares here. I sent you a few charts yesterday.

You have a pen and paper?

I'll send you two series of numbers.

The phone number of the Financial Supervisory Authority-

and my account number.

The harbour, quay 13. When?

That's fine by me.

You must be Vares.

MrPenkki. You're late.

Cut the bull. Let's get to the point.

Fine by me. I don't exactly enjoy your company.

The feeling is mutual.

I've never met a blackmailer before, though. - Really?

I need to find out how much you know.

And who you've been singing to. - I'm no choir boy.

Goddammit! - Besides, I know everything.

For your information: There's a guy over there, -

aiming at your head with a sniper scope. - Oh really?

If I raise my right hand -

you'll no longer have a head.

Goodbye, served you right!

Vares! Vares!

I'm OK.

Get anything on tape? I don't remember what I said to him.

Yes, we did. His threat about the sniper.

Though I'm not sure if it would hold up in court.

I don't get it. Why did the sniper shoot Penkki -

if he was aiming at me?

This case turns stranger and stranger.

Now we must think about our next move.

Let's take Natunen in, that should soften her up.

Is there any way to connect her to those homicides?

No. Not yet anyway. The Economic Crime Unit will do their job-

once we get the investigation going.

They have their strike units ready.

What do you say to a little bluff for the lady?

I think we've been bluffing enough for today.

No, listen. I'm sure Penkki had his phone with him.

Let's send Natunen a message like: "Didn't work out, -

more instructions needed", or something like that. OK?

Natunen is far too smart.

Dead end. - Well, let's call the Economic Crime Unit.

Captain Hautavainio. - Lieutenant.

You have kept me here for an intolerably long time.

Do you have any idea of what harm this will do to my business?

2 weeks is a short time compared to life.

And I don't care one bit about your business!

I have an unsolved murder case on my desk. - I run a company.

And all the things related to it are on my desk. - Right.

You have friends in high places.

I'm going to have to let you go.

I can't connect you to a homicide. At least not yet.

I'm shocked at your simplemindedness.

Topi Penkki was my business partner for more than 10 years.

It is appalling to find such dark sides in one's friends.

You do know how to talk.

And cover up your tracks.

But we'll be meeting again.

The economic charges will be enough to get you sentenced. Believe me.

By the way, can you explain why a professional killer-

decided to shoot his employer? - How could I have an explanation?

18, 12. 16, 18, 15...

Yummy... You sweet little sugarbaby. Let me see....

You're a gorgeous lady. I'm dying to get to know you better.

There, done.

Good evening, Mr Stahanov.

Commercial Councellor Natunen, I presume.

How is your business going?

I have suffered setbacks lately, thank you for asking. - Oh?

You shot my dear business associate without being commissioned to do so.

You shot the wrong man!

A Russkie is a Russkie, even if you fry him in butter!

Thanks to you, the Economic Crime Unit-

harass me day and night! - Maybe we could discuss this...

The time of discussions is over. MrStahanov, -

narcissism is a dangerous trait of character in your profession.

Dasvldanya.

Well, if it isn't Jussi.

Come and watch the reality show of the year.

We've done all the tricks available.

This is as clear as we could get it.

Was this filmed by our friend Penkki? - Yes.

From the garage roof. His shoe prints were found there.

What the hell was he doing there?

And the killer doesn't look up even once.

Another inexplicable detail.

Is there anything familiar about this man?

About his physique or the way he walks?

I can't say there is. - I didn't think so.

We sent copies to the National Bureau of Investigation, Interpol -

and the Border Guard, but I doubt that it helps.

Mrs Virtanen died quite suddenly...

Is it hard to get permission to reopen a grave?

An exhumation permit is no problem.

Thanks.

But it would be of no use.

Ursula Virtanen was cremated, according to her wishes.

I have to concede that we must close the investigation -

into the events leading to the death of Sole Sulavesi.

Oh... Darling, you'd even buy me a ring if you had the money.

Are you upset?

I thought I was the expert on being upset.

Vares. Let's go for a drive.

I can see that you don't like high places, Jussi.

You could tell me why we're here.

I don't think it's because of the view.

I mean, think about it. A skittish, unbalanced woman -

who'd had two disappointments in her life.

First this Sariola guy, then me.

Get it? What if she planned it all really carefully?

Killed herself, but framed Sariola for murder.

A bitter woman's revenge.

Your theory would explain that bunch of hair.

Could you hang yourself wearing these? -What?

Yeah, I could do that.

What if she swallowed the key?

They did a full autopsy on her-

and found nothing unusual in her stomach.

Just some residuals of medicine.

She loved to feed animals, she did it often.

What if she threw the key away and a magpie took it?

Even if we found the key, it should only have Sole's fingerprints on it.

If you think that the police have the resources to check-

every goddamn magpie nest of Southwest Finland, -

you're either drunk or crazy or both.

This isn't easy for me either.

I have four unsolved homicides on my desk.

The theory of Sole's suicide is possible-

but there's no way to prove it.

This is the toughest case of my career, I can tell you.

And it's not hard to admit that all the lines of enquiry are blocked.

It hurts my professional pride.

There was no way I could've saved her. -I guess not.

And I couldn't bring the culprit to justice, for that matter.

Well, I'm glad that murder never expires. - Yeah, but Jaska, we do.

Cat food

Congratulations... - Cheers!

To the happily engaged couple! - Congratulations and...

A kiss. - Hey, good idea!

A kiss. - For the mother-in-law...

On my behalf, I want to congratulate the happy couple.

A kiss! - Hey, this one's on Geronimo.

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