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THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY
INSPIRED BY TRUE EVENTS.

For fuck's sake. Open up!

HAPPY, SASSY, BEAUTIFUL

- Hi, Kaija.
- Hi.

Thank you.

- Kaija! You came.
- Well, hello.

- You forgot you still have my keys.
- Oh, right...

- Oopsie.
- Fucking Harri.

Sounds goddamn awesome.

The ground is covered in snow
It is so grey

So grey

On the tall collar of your raincoat
The camera slowly drifts

As you move into the crowd

I watch all the old films again
For you

I blush when I see you kiss
In that moment of tears

Soon, it's evening and midnight

Another week of work behind

You arrive early in the evening...

- I had to buy new duvet covers.
- I want to know where our money is.

I worked out we'll be alright, if...

We could eat vegetable soup
twice a week.

When I'm too tired to go on
Will you carry me through the night?

The engine needs to be bought now!
I need that part now!

Otherwise,
the aircraft won't be ready.

And now, all of a sudden,
you're saying we have no money!

Annikki, come and eat.

I won't.

- You won't eat?
- I already ate.

I see.
At least come and sit down, please.

My album's almost ready.

Well, that's nice.
Good that it's getting finished.

Looks like the ear for music
runs in the family.

- I'm still a few songs short.
- And I'm a few parts short.

Don't get started
with that ultra stuff again.

Look, she knows.

Look what it says here
about ultralight aircraft.

"Especially suited for those who
want to fly at a reasonable price."

And for those who have
the most high-flying stories.

We have this new keyboardist, Markku.

An unbelievably talented musician.

I see. Markku, you say?

The other guys play well, too,
but he gets music in a different way.

- He studies at Sibis.
- Look, now.

The treetops are swaying.

The wind's picking up.
What did I say?

It was just the right time to fly.

How was it flying today?

It's always so wonderful.

You should try it sometime.

I'll find the time.

Tinde, I'll go get the boxes.

- We've been given the naughty corner.
- It's not the space...

Those disco balls are fine,
but this isn't very...

It doesn't say rock.

What if I take my shirt off?

- Or you?
- Well...

- We'd need a bigger stage.
- How big?

I wish we had a fog machine.

Fog machine lid.

Fog machine lid shut.

- Put your junk away. Let's go.
- Hide the snake.

Thank you.

- Fuck me...
- It's almost go-time.

I ask you to leave
But you just stay

When I'm too tired to go on
Will you carry me through the night?

And when we run out of cigarettes
Would you still get more in the rain?

And when all the tears have dried
Please still stay with me

When we run out of cigarettes

This is our fog machine for the day,
Pirjo!

Kaija Kokkola's bonfire is smoking.

- That's it!
- There go the pubes.

- Hello.
- Hi.

- Come on in.
- There's room here.

Kaija, can I get an autograph?

Yeah, of course.

What's on your mind?

How the amusement park
looks so different at night.

It's just ghosts there now.

It's dreadfully funny out there.

Terribly amusing.

As a kid, I'd go see live music
at the outdoor stage there.

You ran out to the stage
and stole the microphones.

- Never.
- Come on!

I never wanted to be
the center of attention

like those dickheads singing
harmonies at family birthdays.

We call those people
"third-up wankers".

In your Bible studies, you mean?

I would've loved
to meet little Kaija back then.

Why?

I think she needed
someone to talk to.

How about little Markku?

He would have needed it even more.

As a kid, I noticed
I knew things beforehand.

Uh-huh?

But not anymore?

Sometimes, I do. Like now.

Like what?

Like you're coming to my place now.

Thank you.

You're easily recognizable.

Well, when you're the most
handsome...

And the most beautiful.

- Where's your dad?
- Not around much.

Most of it is mine,
some of them are Dad's.

Fancy a drink?
Looks like this one's on Dad.

- Yes, please.
- An aperitif.

- Why was it back there?
- Don't know. Ask Dad.

"Single malt."

Would you join me by the lake

I'd go and dive you a pearl so white

Would you sit with me
on the middle bench

Would you return my gentle kiss?

You sing like a machine.

Nice.

I mean you sing perfectly in tune.

It's amazing.

You're going to be a big star.

- Is this one of your predictions?
- No. This I know.

Your voice has
that kind of an impact.

- Do you write your own music?
- Nope.

But your mom does.

She writes hymns.

- Rock!
- That's heavy rock.

I know you could.

How do you know that?

I mean, I don't know it. I feel it.

It wouldn't turn out to be
as good as it's inside my head.

This is good.

Write it down.

I saw it. Your eyes were moving.

I need coffee.

Well, I'll go get some.

Mocha or filter coffee?

Filter.

Now.

Oh my God...

And he saves it...

Now, who's calling the vicarage
this early in the morning?

Markku Impiö speaking.

Yes, I'll ask.

It's your mom.

- I didn't know they had your number.
- Neither did I.

Hi, Annikki.

I take some comfort in the fact
that Kalevi passed away while flying.

Anyone who saw Kalevi flying a plane

knew he was a happy man
when he got to fly free.

His flight was just cut too short.

Goodbye, brother. Rest in peace.

"The last flight
through the blue spring sky.

Beneath him,
the endless white of the seas.

In loving memory of a father and
husband. Ritva, Kaija, and Annikki."

DO NOT OPEN THE CASKET

- Can you hold on?
- Yes, but you need to lift.

- I'm lifting already.
- More.

Give me a moment.

Now.

- My forehead is itching. Oh, no!
- I got it. Like so.

Our home.

Pretty cozy.

You scared me.

Tell me that you miss me

And say that you care again

Show me all the skies

And say the same thing out loud

When life keeps beating me down
And the spark is gone

Hold on to me
Like never before

When the night grows dark
And there is no light

Give me something to brighten my day

Tell me that you miss me

Kaija...

Kaija, Kaija, Kaija!

Hey, um...

I was thinking,
maybe the song order confused you.

Maybe switching the fourth and
the fifth around would help.

Don't you think?

How are you feeling?

Honey.

It's not your fault.

Want to go home?

Everything's fine.

Kokkola.

How are your university studies
going? What did you study again?

Logopedics.

But I'm not attending at all.

I can't.

That's fine,
but the thing is, I can't sing.

I haven't done any gigs in two years.

How can I put an end to this?

This is one of those things
that you have to learn to live with.

What does that mean?

The symptoms may never go away.

Very few will completely heal.

But how do I make my living?

You can apply for disability pension.

What...

I'm 26.

I'm prescribing you beta blockers.

They steady your heart rate.

They alone typically help
with severe social anxiety.

I'll also prescribe some Diazepam
if the anxiety gets really bad

and you have to do the groceries.
Take them only when necessary.

I'm also recommending you take part
in rehabilitative activities.

Okay.

Sorry, it just sounds like...

What old people do.

A mental health organization
could get you into equine therapy.

Hello there.

Well, that didn't take long.

Yeah... A wonderful animal.

I haven't been able to come to the
stables for two weeks.

I feel like I didn't exhale
once in that time.

I feel like I haven't exhaled
in years.

It would be best for my health

if the horse moved to our place
and my family to the stables.

- Bring that up.
- Maybe.

Well, I'll let you
continue getting to know each other.

And there's Mom.

- The end! Mom.
- Love!

What does Miss Time say?
What time is it?

It is 17:32:30.

That was absolutely spot on.

That's Onni.
Annikki is taking care of the bushes.

Like so.

Our wacky family.

Komm an Bord, Irmeli.

- Too naughty?
- Nein.

In my next story,
Irmeli is hoeing the vegetable garden

without pants.

- Shall we begin?
- Ja. Genau. Frankfurter.

"The quiet night in Helsinki
was shrouded in mist.

That's exactly what the tram driver,
clearing the tracks, liked.

First, he only saw
a figure out on the street.

Then, he made out long, golden hair,

cascading in wild curls
down to the middle of her back.

The woman dropped her lipstick
to the ground.

As she bent over,

the skirt barely covered
her buttocks."

Hello!

- Look who's here.
- Mom.

All right.

Hello. How are you, my love?

A bit upset
because Mom was gone for so long.

- How did it go?
- Fine.

We talked about which foods are
especially good for your teeth

- and which are really bad.
- There you go.

I see Grandma has got you eating
cucumber.

Annikki, can you come on Thursday,
too?

Yes, I can.

Thank you. I got booked
for a commercial jingle.

Grandma will be here on Thursday.
We'll see again then.

- On Thursday?
- All right. Bye for now.

- Bye bye.
- Okay.

Are you leaving already?
I'm making fish soup.

I already ate.

Hey, there's no need...

And then, Onni met a knight.

And...

- Hello.
- The knight had a big sword

And Onni was wielding sleepy sand

A sleepy sand storm...

Onni was wielding
a sleepy sand storm wind

Onni was wielding
a sleepy sand storm wind mill

Onni was wielding
a sleepy sand storm wind mill...

Dill

Where's my teddy bear?

What?

- Spit it out.
- I have this thing for you.

From the bridge of sorrow

I saw the dark waves
Drifting out to sea

It brought my longing to the light

And the seagulls cried out
Must be the Hitchcock birds

My yearning is taking flight

Who came up with love?

The night was ever so white

As the winds of love were blowing

Kind of like a shooting star

You came to me
And made my world more beautiful

Someone is hiding the question

Who came up with love?

Who brought it to life?

That's all I got.

Well?

You're a genius.

You're a genius.

I think this has potential.

I got the chills.

Same here.

It is, right? This could be.

What?

- What?
- This is the best!

I told you. You can write songs.

It's not ready yet.

This changes everything.

What do you mean?

Absolutely everything.

- We're not making an album, are we?
- Of course we are.

- No, we're not.
- We are.

I can't even remember how to perform.

- I can't.
- Of course you can.

It was a beautiful spring day
The rays of sunlight

Glimmering off the ice

With hope in his eyes
Dad was looking to the sky

Getting his glider ready

Dad never once told me

The years that had gone by
Had worn him down

Didn't even ask to be understood

As he only wished to soar
Beyond the blue sky

Dad left
But longing remains

His last flight
So fine, so light

Gentle winds carried him on his way

He was free like a dragonfly is

- We're going to be late.
- I'm not ready.

The ring.

We should be going already.

I can't be looking like a pig's ass.

Right.

- Gas!
- "Inspector." Say the line.

Inspector.

Why in the world
do they want to see us?

Here come the monkeys.

They want to see who they are
humiliating, who is behind this shit.

We may have just enough fuel to get
there. There's Ruuskanen.

What? Why didn't you tell me
about this hole?

I didn't see it.

- I can't go there like this.
- Just tuck it in.

- Good.
- Okay. How does this look like?

It's looking very good.

- This is Ari Lohenoja.
- Oh...

- Kaija Kokkola.
- Hello. Nice to meet you.

Hello.

- Alright, then. Come on in.
- Thank you.

What made you step away
from making music for so long?

I didn't step away at all.

Kaija has focused on other stuff.

Why now, then?

The melody for Who Came Up with Love
began playing in my head.

Then I came up
with some other songs, and...

This is tailored for Kaija, so...
Here we are.

This is Kaija's album.

Have you thought of the album name?

Nothing's set in stone.
We've thought about a few...

Actually,
I just saw Gone with the Wind,

and it felt similar to this album.

Maybe this could be
Gone with the Winds.

Nothing's been decided yet.
We can change the name.

- That's a great album name.
- Absolutely.

Very good.

- Shouldn't we read this carefully?
- Let me take care of this.

This is fine, right?

Let's get to work.

- Wonderful.
- Thank you.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

Will someone eat those,
or will they go to waste?

- Take them all.
- Go ahead.

I can't take them all,
but maybe these two.

- Alright.
- Thank you.

- Bye, then.
- Bye.

An important person.

An important person.

Last week, Kaija Koo released a
brilliant comeback album,

and it instantly
topped the Finnish charts.

She's here today, and we'll listen...

You're doing gigs after a long break.
What can be expected?

Good songs, of course,

but I want it to be
a complete package,

a good show.
We have amazing background dancers...

Our guest is the biggest
musical surprise of 1993.

She made a mighty return
after a six-year hiatus. Kaija Koo.

You've had three number-one singles
in a row in three months.

How are you feeling?

Kaija, who came up with love?

We hope you're all having
a great Saturday afternoon.

On the first floor,
at the TopTen department,

we have a meet and greet
with the wildly popular Kaija Koo.

- Welcome all, children and adults...
- Thank you.

"To Mikko."
Excited for the summer holiday?

- Yes.
- Of course you are.

Hi. My name is Taija.

- Love your hair.
- Thanks. You, too.

- Our names rhyme, too.
- Right?

Thank you.

Hi.

- What's your name?
- Sari.

Sari...

Hey...

Sorry. I don't know why I'm crying.

It's okay. Don't worry. You can cry.

Just let it out.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

It was the second, for fuck's sake!

- Yes, two.
- It was so damn hot out there.

Nice one.

Is this your band?

Yes.

I see.

From the bridge of sorrow

I saw the dark waves
Drifting out to sea

It brought my longing to the light

And the seagulls cried out
Must be the Hitchcock birds

My yearning is taking flight

Who came up with love?

From the bridge of sorrow I saw

The thousands of stars
On the city rooftops

One of them took off and came down

It flew across the sky
And strayed from its path

To it, I posed the question

Who came up with love?

Kaija!

Kaija!

Kaija!

Sign it on my boobs!

- Alright, then.
- On my boobs.

We share the same birthday. There.

Kaija, you came up with love!

Sign on my friend's boobs, too.
She's got big ones.

One boob at a time!

Goddamn.
That was the biggest crowd ever.

- No way.
- It was.

- How much was it?
- Shitloads.

- Treat yourself.
- Thanks.

We just had a gig...
Where was it again?

Grandma is always the one
counting all the gig money.

Well, how much is it? Will you say?

- I don't know.
- How much is it?

I don't know
because there's so much of this.

Here is my man.

A man every woman should have.

Go ahead and show.

Ta-da!

I mean, just listen to this.

"Your music acts as a bridge
between me and my sister.

We can't communicate,
but your songs are like a lifebuoy

that we can grab on to, so no one
drowns or drifts too far away."

A lifebuoy.

I can't.
You could make a song out of that.

- That's crazy.
- This is unfathomable.

Last week, I got a similar pile
of letters like this. Unbelievable.

I've been thinking. We need a band.

Hold your horses.
How about you focus on singing?

And not producing.

- Maybe next summer.
- Can I get a bit excited?

Then, onto the next category,

perhaps the sweetest of them all.
Female Singer of the Year.

The nominees are:

Anita Hirvonen,

Anna Hanski,

Maarit,

Muska,

- and Kaija Koo.
- Let's go, Kaija!

And the winner is...

Kaija Koo.

- Let's go!
- Unbelievable job!

Hey. Congratulations.

The Finns came up with Kaija Koo.

Kaija is an accomplished performer
in today's music entertainment.

She is clearly the best-selling
female artist of 1993.

Congratulations, Kaija Koo!

Way to go, Kaija!

Thank you. I love you.

- Markku won't give...
- Of course, of course.

Great job
from the whole hunting crew.

Ladies and gentlemen, the moment
we've all been waiting for.

Album of the Year.

Kaija Koo with Gone with the Winds.

Kaija, go on up there.

Come closer, baby
Stay near me

Can't you see I'm also scared of you?

See how I get caught up in your eyes

And get lost in your one-room
apartment

...Anita has bleached her asshole!

- Drink it in one go.
- Straight down the hatch.

There you are!

- Hey.
- Sami.

- I've looked for you.
- Let's go do shots.

Congratulations.
A damn impressive achievement.

- Come on!
- Unbelievable. And to Markku, too.

Make is working on a new song.

Onni is going
to a friend's birthday today.

Pass it to me.

Let's go, Grandma!

Mom, give me your hand.

I'm starting to feel dizzy.

I can't.

The bridge is just shit.

She watches restlessly to the east

This delicate girl in her tin shoes

Is there anyone in that direction

Who could carry this girl
on their back?

She's drawn a message on the map

It reads, "Take me to safety"

- That was good, right?
- No. It was no good.

I wasn't in it anymore,

but whatever. I'll do the chorus.

Hey, I'm not hiding it, no

On these roads, you burn out

My tin shoes are molten lava

So come, come before the morning

Otherwise, you won't find me anymore

When the sun rises
I have to move

I got the chills.

Fucking A.

Do we do the bridge later?
If Make wanted changes...

No, it's damn good.
Should we do number two?

- Number two?
- Yeah. And then the bridge.

Too much work.
Good thing he's sleeping.

Oh, you're still awake.

Happy wedding anniversary.

Right! You, too.

How long have we been married?
At least ten years, right?

- Twelve years.
- Oh, that long...

We're starting to get to know
each other.

I tried calling you.

Okay.

Markku.

I've been thinking.

Do you think
you might have a drinking problem?

Did you hear my question?

I heard your question loud and clear.

It sounds like at least
one of us has a problem.

What do you mean?

You've been stressed out and tired.

It's totally fine, and I'm trying
to be as supportive as I can.

I'd really like it if you didn't take
out all that stress on me,

especially now
when I'm working around the clock

to get our album finished in time.

Sorry.

You're forgiven.

- Mom, stop lying down.
- I'm building from this position.

Go to the stables.
I'll stay with Onni.

I know nothing prettier than you

Your eyes, even in the morning

Shine like stars

- How about some sparkling wine?
- I don't have the time to.

Hey. I know you.

Whenever you're singing here,
you're in need of sparkling wine.

Sparkling, sparkling,
sparkling wine...

- Maybe one mug, then.
- Yes!

Is my face all messed up?

- What?
- There's so much loose skin here.

Stop it. You're gorgeous.

Why don't I feel like that?

- I know I'm gorgeous.
- You are. You're our stable model.

To us, the stable models.

Okay.

Come on, now.

- The wine!
- The bottle!

Yes!

Let me.

If there's a dry spell
like in the savanna...

Anna.

"A singing mother." Alright...

Wasn't it the same thing
when Heikki Harma was on the cover?

"The guitar-strumming
and singing dad".

- Daddy.
- Daddy, right.

Absolutely.

- Hey friend, wipe your tears...
- That was a quick one!

...they are for nothing

My mandolin follows
Wherever my backpack goes

I do remember you as well

Your address is scratched onto it

Your address is scratched onto it

And jump right in.

This journey of the mandolin man

Is so full of life

That he sometimes forgets
There is someone waiting for him

Sorry.

Markku...

You don't need to...

Oh God...

Markku. Wake up.

Now.

Hello. Wake up. We're here.

Let him sleep here.

No one else gets to sleep here,
either.

We have a sound check. Wake up.

We've arrived.

I'll go ahead.

Let's warm up your vocals.

Danny's trunk, Danny's trunk,

Danny's trunk...

We need to change the setlist.

- I'm concentrating over here.
- We have too many old songs.

- The new ones don't sell.
- You're not singing them...

I'm concentrating!

Let's go to your room
so you can sleep.

Have you drunk water?

I'm just upset
that you don't make the effort

and learn to sing the songs
like they were written for you!

You never take any criticism
from anyone, anyway.

The difference between a pro and
an amateur is that a pro can take...

I sing the songs correctly!

- Kaija. You have to save your voice.
- I'm not allowed to shout.

- So don't shout.
- So don't make me shout!

You could do with being quiet anyway.

Quieter.

And what was all that gibberish
in those women's magazines?

Talking about kids, grandmas, plants.

Stop with this pointless yapping.

No serious musician talks
about anything other than music.

I talked about it for three hours.

It's not in my hands
if they don't write about it.

No one cares about it,
just because I'm a woman!

Kaija.

If it weren't for me,
you wouldn't have a single song,

a single gig, a single album,
this fucking hotel room.

You would be Kaija Kokkola,

reading porn stories
and doing backing vocals.

Yes!

Don't talk to the crowd.
You'll give yourself away.

Hey, I'm not hiding it, no

On these roads, you burn out

My tin shoes are molten lava

So come, come before the morning

Otherwise, you won't find me anymore

When the sun rises
I have to move

This road will wear you out

The surface is shimmering in the heat

Everything's like a mirage

And the air catches fire

The boy with the tin shoes

Where could she find him now

This girl with the tin shoes?

Let's try something.

Can we all just be quiet
for a minute?

I love you, Kaija!

Hey, I'm not hiding it, no

On these roads, you burn out

My tin shoes are molten lava

So come, come before the morning

Otherwise, you won't find me anymore

When the sun rises
I have to move

Please stop drinking.

If not for yourself, do it for us.

Is there a point
where me and my actions are enough?

I've done everything you wanted.

We bought this house in the
countryside because you wanted to.

I've written a hundred songs for you
because you wanted to sing.

I went to therapy
because you fucking wanted to.

Do you know what it's like
to live with someone,

and you can tell that
you're not enough?

You are enough for me.

I'm just bothered by this one thing.

What thing?

I found the bottles.

Why do you have so many bottles
of hard liquor under the car?

What are you talking about? I have
no idea what you're talking about.

Are you snooping around the house
going through my stuff?

That's so messed up.

I'm out of here. I don't think
I'm welcome in my own home anymore.

Don't go.
Let's talk this through, you hear me?

There's nothing to talk about.

If you can talk with your therapist,
you can talk with me, too!

My therapist is healthy, and not
a paranoid pill junkie like you.

Where are you going?

Markku!

Oh, fuck.

Are you okay?

Push!

- Push!
- Shut up!

Push...

Let's punch it.

One, two...

One, two...

One, two, three! One, two...

And in rhythm. One, two, three.

One, two, three...

I want a divorce.

No, you don't.

I do.

Yes, I do want it.

I miss you.

PAYMENT REMINDER

- Hi.
- Hi.

Is Daddy home?

I think so.

Hey!

Coq au vin.

So, what does my horse girl think?

Oh, look, a squirrel.

And now it's gone.

Daddy's cooked up a delicious meal,
right?

I was thinking that the guitar
in the beginning should be acoustic.

A Spanish-type of thing.

A lighter sound, picking the guitar.

Yeah.

So we'd leave
the piano completely out?

Then, we could have the squeezebox.

If we make a music video,
we'll squeeze something else in, too.

Ha-ha.

The ground was covered
in white last night

And I can't sleep

Even though it's the first time

I'm not letting it weigh me down

Whether you even love me
all that much

"Much at all."

You don't notice me
Unless I make some kind of a sound

I'm like air
What if we suddenly run out of it

And I think
Even though you don't see me

Which one of us doesn't exist at all?

Which one of us
did you write this about?

And from the top.

You wanted a shining angel
From the heavens

But I'll still be
The quiet one here on earth

You're not very strong

But I never asked you to be

Just fucking stop already!

The ground was covered in white last
night I get to make love to your body

But where are you?

It will soon bring us both down

If you can't love yourself at all

You clearly...

You clearly have no fucking clue
about what has been written for you!

Maybe you should go get us
some kebab.

We need a real singer here
who can fucking sing!

Fucking Hurmerinta, or...

What in the fuck is she...

Get out.

Get out!

Kaija.

- Let's continue.
- Let's take a break.

Let's continue.

- You don't always have to continue.
- I do now.

Please.

In your eyes, only cold tears

You're frozen to the core

And the warmth is not coming back
I slip into your dreams

And disappear once again
You feel it

You once were a real person

Alright...

Do you want one of those?

- No, thanks.
- Maybe that's good.

Looks like that figure of yours
has become a bit more relaxed.

- Wasn't Marita supposed to come?
- She couldn't make it.

- Couldn't make it?
- She has other...

business to deal with.

- We'll have this discussion alone?
- Well, yes.

Luckily for you,
I was able to work this out.

- Luckily.
- Yes. All right, then.

So, the situation is like this.

We here are not exactly sure

who Kaija Koo really is.

Right.

- "Who"?
- Do you know the answer?

- Of course.
- It's just that...

It's clear that Make has lost his
touch,

that golden touch of his, and...

We can't really see the direction

we should be taking with this.
Everything is so visual, and...

- Have you been to my gigs?
- No.

Welcome. I have fans of all ages.

And there,
you can ask them who Kaija Koo is.

But no radio station
is playing your songs.

The songs, they should be...
They're not good.

So, unfortunately...

Unfortunately, we...

won't be able to renew your contract.

No frigging way.

I'm sorry to bother you, but...

Are you Kaija?

You've got to be kidding me.
I was just listening to your music.

Alrighty.

I'm sorry to bother you,
but I just have to tell you,

thank you for your music. I...

May I sit down?

- Of course.
- Thank you.

I've never been to one of your shows,
but now that you're here, in person,

I just had to.

I mean...

I had postpartum depression, and...

I should have been really happy.

But I wasn't able to.

Then, I started listening to your
music when walking in the forest.

It just...

It just felt so good.

Thank you for telling me.

Have some cinnamon buns.
They're fresh out of the oven.

Sure, I'll have one.

Which would you like?

Chin-chin.

Or what should we say? Bun-bun.

Definitely.

I love you, too.

Miss you, too.

I've been thinking about that word.

If you were a song,
what song would you be?

- What the hell is this?
- Want me to say it?

Primitive force.

Primitive force

It sets your heart alight

Yes, because you really
understand music.

- Calm down.
- Put the fucking phone away!

It's always like this here...

Fucking hell! You bitch!

God fucking dammit!

I have such an army behind me that
you won't stand a chance against me.

Ever again!

And when I come back,
you better not be here anymore!

TUUSULA DISTRICT COURT

I'll settle for the answer

Someone came up with love

And you brought it to me

What a load of crap!
Go sing some karaoke.

Please be kind and don't interrupt.

It's not my fault
if she's past her best-before date.

- We're here to listen to her.
- Kaija, show us those boobs of yours.

Please leave.

Get out of here.

- I'm a paying customer!
- Couldn't care less.

That was that.

Stay away!

Thank you, ladies! Moving on.

Actually, I have something to say.

You know those days

when you really can't
take any bullshit?

- Yes.
- I notice that.

I'm having one of those days today.

Today, I drove to the hospital
where my son is

to drop off some home-cooked food
for a change.

He was in an accident.

And you know where I went after that?

To see my ex

in another hospital.

From there, I came flying over here
to do this gig.

That's the kind of performer
you have here today.

On days like this, you appreciate it
when someone has your back.

Important people are the ones
who treat you well.

They stand up for you when
you don't have the strength for it.

I'm so grateful
that I get to sing for you.

I won't take it for granted. Ever.

This song is for you.

I know nothing prettier than you

You!

Your eyes, even in the morning

Shine like stars

I'd like to draw

Your face on a painting

I would like to move your words
To this song

All together!

I know that you're always there

Wherever the road takes me to

Even on a roadless road

I still hear you in my wind

When I was that young girl of yours

Some things didn't quite work out

The looks alone weren't enough

So the girl took off running

You created in front of me...

HERTTONIEMI HOSPITAL

I'm gonna show you the alphabet
one letter at a time.

Blink twice for yes,
blink once for no.

Did your last surviving brain cell
understand this?

Ha-ha.

I was thinking, do you remember
when we recorded back at Rantatie?

You had built a studio
out of mattresses for us.

I wonder how old Onni was.

Maybe nine.

Then the doorbell rang.

It was Laila.
Onni opened the door and said,

"Mommy can't come because she's
singing between the mattresses."

By the way, the song was
If You Hadn't Been There.

What was it about you
writing the most beautiful songs

but never knowing
how to say nice things to me?

Maybe it's a good thing
that you can't talk anymore.

No more bullshit from you.

Promise you'll stop drinking?

Promise?

Do you promise to stop?

You son of a bitch,
I saved your ass for the last time.

Do you understand?

Do you understand
I couldn't care less if you died?

Do you understand?

You don't understand.

I LOVE

One, two, three,

- four...
- Hi.

Five. Can I come?

Yeah, at home.

It's fine.

Is Onni still there?

Good.

I tried calling him, but no answer.

How nice. Straight from the hospital
and right to Grandma's table.

No need to get him.

Yes.

Call you later.

- Are you starving?
- Oh, he is. Make...

What has the chef prepared for us
today?

- Chicken Normandy.
- Look at the camera and say it.

Well, of course,
we're having Chicken Normandy.

Goodbye, my dearest.

Hi.

Sami...

- Kaija?
- Help.

What?

Help.

Kaija?

Kaija? Hello?

- Can I have some water?
- Sure.

I love the smell of fennel.

I'm proud of you.

You've been through a lot.

You've done all right.

Is the pie ready?

Let's give it two more minutes.

Kaija? Can you stay for a second?

- I have something for you.
- Hi, Katja. Tell me.

I don't know if you heard, but Toni,
Sipe, and I started a record label.

It's called "Oppression and
Exploitation of Tavastia Proper".

We'd really like you to sign with us.

- Not that promising a name.
- Well, don't let it fool you.

- We'll make a good deal with you.
- And the royalties?

We can talk about that later.

In my first contract, it was 5.4,
so now it could be 54.

Oh, my...

We'll get together and talk.
Who's managing your affairs?

I am.

Loud and clear.

We'll call you, okay?
We'd really like you to sign with us.

Why?

Why what?

Why me?

Because you're the baddest woman
in Finland. That's why.

What's your vision?

We'll make you
the biggest artist in Finland.

- Alright.
- You're a ridiculously badass woman,

but you need to go back
to doing more personal songs.

And you're the one writing those
for me?

If you are honest with me
about your life.

I am tired of them

Of those forces
Controlling my life

That sweep me away
And make me fall in love with them

I don't know if it's wrong

That I refused to go down
just like that

Because that would have happened
If I had got stuck in yesterday

Something held me there
It was so terribly strong

And didn't want to let go

Almost like flesh and blood
Greater than mountains, the sea

That's what it grew into
inside my head

Hi.

I sent you a new song.

Okay, I'll listen to it later.

Can't you listen to it now?

Do you have someone there?

No, I don't.

I listened to some

of the demos.

They don't know
how to write songs for you.

- Your singing technique is so raw...
- No.

- You're embarrassing yourself.
- I'm hanging up now.

Thank you.

Next up, it's Tiina and Irmeli
performing "Come Closer, Baby".

I don't know what I'm doing

I'm not saying the words
That describe my mind

I don't even do things

In a way that aligns with my thoughts

I see a slow-motion film

With no director at all

Come closer, baby
Stay near me

Can't you see I'm also scared of you

See how I get caught up
in your eyes...

Get on top.

...and get lost in your one-room
apartment

Come closer, baby
The night is hot

Why are these cold chills
Eating me up from the inside?

I don't know if it's wrong

That I refused to go down just like
that

Because that would have happened
If I had got stuck in yesterday

I won't give in to fear

Even though I fear
It's not up to me

But I think
A human being is stronger than that

I'm not going to let it die...

Fucking shit ass fuck...

- Kaija.
- Jukka.

You've been singing for three hours
straight. Want to take a break?

But I haven't found it yet.

What do you need?

I want to sing it the way
it's meant to. From the top.

- Can you keep going?
- Of course.

- A hundred times.
- Or a thousand.

I won't give in to fear

Even though I fear
It's not up to me

But I think
A human being is stronger than that

I'm going to let it...

It's this... Goddamn fucking shit!

Just a second.

But I think
A human being is stronger than that

I'm going to let it die

One more time, boys.

- Let's go.
- Let's kick it!

I won't give in to fear

Even though I fear
It's not up to me

But I think
A human being is stronger than that

I'm going to let it die

I won't give it space to breathe
anymore

I don't owe it anything more

I'm building my home alone
Healing myself alone

And force myself to hold it together

I won't be that pathetic rag
Whose heart's been sucked dry

I won't build it a room in my house

I won't wait for a surprise
I won't hold my breath

I want to put it all behind me

This is the end of me running away

I am not brave
Nor am I immortal

But all I know is
What my heart has known for long

This is the end of me running away

Like so!

My vision is a predominantly
black and white stage.

I want the sets to have
a cinematic, graphic feel.

The intro and the entrance
have to be really powerful.

- When you come in, you come in big.
- Totally.

Then, as a prop,
I want a massive lipstick cannon.

- I'll ride it across the stage.
- That's amazing.

The set designers sent a picture.
Take a look.

It is...

It is sizable.

They remembered the whip, right?

- Hi! We're ready to party.
- These lovelies are cheering me on.

It's a special night for us today.

We have some sad news to share.

Jonna passed away in early August
from that cancer.

But we decided to take Jonna with us.

She has her own ticket and seat.

She'll party with us all night long.

As you might remember, her
favorite song was "Tin-Shoe Girl".

When you sing it tonight,
we'll think of Jonna.

Thank you, Kaija.
Tonight is for us and for Jonna.

Yeah...

- The lights?
- Good to go.

Go on.

- The pyros?
- Good to go.

The pyros are good to go.

Two minutes until showtime.

Everything is good to go.

KAIJA KOO MADE HISTORY BY BEING
THE FIRST FINNISH FEMALE SOLO ARTIST

TO PERFORM AT HELSINKI OLYMPIC
STADIUM.

SHE IS THE ONLY THREE-TIME WINNER

OF THE EMMA AWARD
FOR BEST FEMALE SOLOIST.

SHE HAS ACHIEVED
OVER HALF A MILLION IN ALBUM SALES.

2026 IS A MILESTONE YEAR,

MARKING THE 40TH ANNIVERSARY
OF HER DEBUT SOLO ALBUM.

AND THE JOURNEY CONTINUES...

You've already thought once
That you won't ever recover from it

Still, there you are with everyone

Shouting even louder

I can promise that in the end
You can recover from anything

And there really are no limits
As we are dancing now

You're finally starting to realize

That you don't need anyone's approval

You're too beautiful to feel ashamed
And there's nothing for you to lose

So just let go

So just let go

Happy, sassy, beautiful
Happy, sassy, beautiful

You've already lived a quiet life
once Just like you were told

And what a great job you did
Managing to keep up with that role

But don't forget that finally
It is your turn again

I can promise you it won't hurt
When you drop it all

You're finally starting to realize

That you don't need anyone's approval

You're too beautiful to feel ashamed
And there's nothing for you to lose

So just let go

So just let go

Happy, sassy, beautiful
Happy, sassy, beautiful

You're too beautiful to feel ashamed
And there's nothing for you to lose

So just let go

- What?
- So just let go

- And once more!
- So just let go

- One more time!
- So just let go

You're finally starting to realize

That you don't need anyone's approval

You're too beautiful to feel ashamed
And there's nothing for you to lose

So just let go

So just let go

Happy, sassy, beautiful
Happy, sassy, beautiful

Happy, sassy, beautiful
Happy, sassy, beautiful

Text: Timo Suuronen
Iyuno