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Snitch. Snitch.

Wards 1033 - 1034,
open the doors!

Voitto Fj�der is a snitch,
lives in Kakskerta. Kill him.

VARES:
THE GARTER SNAKE

Here we go. A pair of sixes.

Once again, I drew a blank.

The Lord gave, the Lord took away.
The winner sweeps the board.

Jussi, was that a comment -

on your lack of success with women,
or with work?

Both. A hot summer
will fix the latter.

People will become hormonal.

Is that what your work is?
Following adulterers.

90 percent of it is tailing, yeah.

When I started studying theology,
monogamy was considered a virtue.

When I went to law school, helping
your friends was more important.

We have a lot in common.
We're drop-outs, always thirsty -

and we passionately hate
women's knee socks.

Your business isn't going well.
You're late on your payments.

Your order
will be delivered this week.

Monday is payday.
I want it all, with interest.

Bench pressing is hard
with broken arms. You hear me?

Korsio.

Keep emptying
that shit bucket, Rapp.

There's a lot of shit in here,
and you're doing a lot of time.

Did you know that your manger
is on a historical site?

This used to be the gallows hill.

Turku is a cruel city.
We have a prison in the center.

When you get out, you immediately
blend in with the population.

Where have you swiped
this treasure trove of books?

You're not a thief,
are you? - No.

I had this client
whose wife was cheating on him.

I found out about it.

The client went to the other man's
home and told his wife:

"Since your husband is using
my book, I'm using your books."

Then he picked the best ones
and paid my fee.

How about finding
a book of your own?

No, I intend to stay single.
A loyal library user.

Or who knows
what happens after this?

The caller was Paull Kontio,
a lawyer who looked-

like I could've looked,
had my life turned out differently.

A very successful lawyer.

The first impression was clear.
Small talk was foreign to Kontio.

Vares?

My wife, Annika.

This is about her infidelity.

Can I get you something?
- No, thank you.

We don't have children.
We're both focused on our careers.

I bought her an art gallery.

So you want me to find evidence
for a divorce. - No.

I want that man out of Finland.
He's working as a pianist here.

Find the evidence for deportation.

That kind of guy must have
more on his conscience.

What if this toy boy
is clean as a whistle?

That's unlikely,
but I have a plan B.

A traveling grant will make him
homesick. But you'll find evidence.

As a businessman,
I appreciate the cheaper option.

You have two weeks.
I'll pay you well.

If the result meets my wishes,
I'll take that into account.

I expect to hear from you
by noon tomorrow.

Get acquainted with the material
and call me.

It's time for another reminder.

The payment was due yesterday.
Korsio!

The fucking punk just won't learn.

What is it now?

Goddammit!

Korsio! Come here, now!

What are you doing here?
- Working.

Didn't we agree
you wouldn't come to these places?

Check one out.

You know the guy?

Lobo? There's plenty to investigate
in that operator.

You know him well? - No.
It's his third summer playing here.

He lives as a subtenant
with this dentist.

He's determined to fuck
everything on two legs.

Sounds like you have experience.

I believe that isn't
part of your assignment.

Kontio's assignment
was quite off-putting -

but the man had become
what I'd dreamed of becoming.

It's Vares. I accept the assignment,
and I'll be in touch.

Kontio had been a liquidator
during the previous recession -

and taken over the estate
of an investment company, Arctos.

He'd made it very profitable
in a short time.

He seemed so criminal
that he would surely pay my fee.

Maybe we should amputate it.
- A fucking comedian.

Fuck! - How did you
fall down so badly?

Why don't you keep your mouth shut
and mind your own business?

Lobo, Jesus Maria.

Born in Algeciras, Spain,
July 6th, 1979.

Place of residence: Stockholm.
Occupation: Postman.

The two previous summers,
he'd stayed at a student dorm.

Now he was a subtenant
with dentist Seija Kaunisp��.

Unmarried, no children.

Unmarried but not lonely,
judging by what Anna told me.

He was a good pianist, who sometimes
played on cruise ships to Sweden.

Besides women, Lobo seemed
to understand art better than I did.

I began to see why Kontio was
so worried about his wife.

I'll pick you up
tomorrow at M&M. Ciao!

Goddammit!

What the fuck's going on again?
Get off!

What's up, cripple?

Must be hard to take care of
business with one leg.

I have regular customers.
A little disability won't hurt.

It'll hurt the payments.

Kunkku told me to remind you
about the payday.

The cock will have to lay eggs.

Tell Kunkku to stop stressing.
The package is ready.

There may be something extra
in it for him. - There must be.

You've maxed out your credit.

What's this about?

Reverend Alanen knows
half the people In Turku -

but what does he have to do
with this recession-time playboy?

Who should I suspect now,
and of what?

And where have I seen this guy?
Maybe at a hockey match.

UFV-210.
Owned by Aarno's Car Agency.

Owned by Aarno Wasenlus, who also
has a firm called Magnifying Glass.

A detective agency.

I don't believe In coincidences,
but that's what it was.

The deceitful Annika Kontio
gave me a lead in her own case.

M&M, where she promised to
pick up Lobo, was an upscale gym.

It looked suitable for Lobo,
even without Annika.

Can I help you?

Well, yeah.
I need to get in shape.

I don't know anything
about this gym thing.

I see you have other beginners too.

The owner, Voitto Fj�der,
or Leevi R�nkk�, is always here.

They both have years of experience
as personal trainers.

Leevi came third in the Nordic
Championships' senior category -

and Voitto bench presses
three times his own weight.

Really? So do I.
I'll have to think about it.

Don't change your perfume.
It drives a man crazy.

I almost bumped Into Voitto Fj�der,
who ran this sweaty business.

He was so modest in size -

that his bench pressing result
was almost believable.

And the car looked more religious
than the little man himself.

This Lobo was a colorful guy
in many ways.

But there was no indication of more
than just high hormone levels.

This woman looked Iike a dentist.
I guessed she was the landlady.

The rent payment
seemed to be in order.

Here's a little bonus.
- And the old debt is settled?

Exactly,
if all goes smoothly on Sunday.

How was your leave?
- Fun and games.

Pissing will start
to sting next week.

That's a cheap price for the fun.
- How's our project coming along?

The project reached
its destination.

Didn't they check? - They're not
interested in an old man's ass.

When are we making the switch?
- Now, if you like.

Okay, Rapp is the last one.
Sign off those blades then.

How do you want it?
- Just a little from the back.

This gentleman
needs a transformation.

You've been very active lately.

I have to take care of business,
goddammit.

A barber's chair is like
a confessional, a place to talk.

You wouldn't have anything
you'd like to tell Kunkku?

How about a joke?
What did the leper say to a hooker?

Why does Rapp look so red?
- He's allergic to eau de cologne.

Hey, what did the leper say?
- "Keep the tip."

Anna didn't like
that I hung out watching -

how a taxi driver
made her extra Income.

But she had to work with Lobo,
and my work was tailing Lobo.

She had to put up with it.

But the strange situation
had its perks.

Anna was much better looking -

than I'd imagined,
looking at her driver's uniform.

Waiter!

Bring me a bottle of Chivas.
And a Wasp for the girl.

I don't know
if I can bring the whole bottle.

This is for you.
For your personal use.

My man of the world.

Leevi, let's make requests.

Take this to the musician.

The next song's for you.
- Vode...

Shut up and ask for the check.
I'll go and...

This seems to be
a supernatural morning.

This is amazing...

Preparing for going out.

Alright.

Goodbye.

See you.

Vares. - It's Kontio.
Greetings from Helsinki. Report?

The case is starting to take shape.

His fingers are busy
on more than piano keys.

Good, that was fast.
Keep It discreet. - Of course.

I don't want anyone
to be traumatized by this.

Bye.

So you don't know
what was in the briefcase?

It may have been from a bank.
God only knows what's inside.

God knows, the police investigate.

There could be many people
who were at odds with the victim.

Angry husbands. I think Lobo
was running some sort of drug trade.

That's for the narcotics division.
Let's focus on the homicide.

A crime of jealousy
comes to mind. - Is that right?

I'd look into
the people at the gym.

Don't you start teaching
your dad how to fuck.

I don't have to.
Your mom taught us both.

Calm down. We have a dangerous
escaped prisoner and a homicide.

Let's get back to business,
so we can get out of here.

I'll get out,
but you'll stick around.

Let's go over it again.

Annika Kontio,
the dentist Kaunisp�� -

Voitto Fj�der, Inga N�s,
and power-lifter R�nkk�.

That's your idea of Lobo's friends.

You forget the guy in a vest,
and the private eye Wasenius.

He's even weirder than you.
A former forensics investigator -

who sold something from the depot
and pocketed the money.

He was discharged, with a record.

What do your records say
about the gym trio?

Fj�der and Inga have dabbled
with hormone dealing.

The guy sure hasn't taken
his growth hormone pills.

I think this is enough for now.

Jussi. If you were planning a trip,
you'd better put it on hold.

I have watchdogs at the port.
You won't leave Turku.

Do you understand?

I felt that Hautavainio
hadn't told me everything -

while that gorilla
was sitting there listening.

Excuse me.

And what Hautavainio didn't tell me
almost cost me my life.

Antidote, what are you doing here?

What does it look like?
Keeping my nose clean.

Torsten Rapp. You know him?

Antidote hears everything
and knows everything -

but doesn't say anything.

And hey... You didn't see me here.

Cheer up, Jussi.
It'll be alright.

A man is happy for one night
after drinking a bottle -

for a week after finding a woman,
but for life tending his garden.

Are you saying happiness
is a disposable consumer product -

except if you're a drunken,
polygamous gardener?

Tell me, what was your relationship
with that Lobo guy?

Our relationship
was purely financial.

Selling old books
isn't exactly a goldmine.

Lobo helped me to expand
my product range.

Can you rustle up another drink?
- Just a moment.

Porn is sold everywhere these days,
and the Internet is full of fun.

There are certain subcultures
with special preferences.

Certain taxpayers
have a taste for the extreme.

Do you want to see?
- Absolutely not.

You have a negative attitude
to sexuality, Jussi.

I see.
Did Lobo import that stuff for you?

I don't know if he did it himself,
but he had contacts in Sweden -

and he was a reliable subcontractor.

Did you socialize with him
in any of those extreme circles?

I haven't come out of
the closet yet. Neither have you.

I'm off to the gallows hill now.
- Be careful.

Someone out there doesn't put
much weight on human life.

It doesn't weigh much anyway.

Vares.
- Are you sober?

That's hardly your problem.

The way I see it,
our working relationship is over.

The pianist is pushing daisies,
and your nuclear family is safe.

That's the wrong tone.
Your assignment continues.

The police took my passport.
I'm not allowed to leave the city.

Aren't you in Helsinki?
You have an alibi, don't you?

I want you to clear me
of all suspicion.

You violated professional ethics
by telling them about me.

In homicide cases,
my ethics take a back seat.

Vares!

Open your mouth, please.

I can't handle this
without a cognac.

That's alright.
I'm not on top form myself.

You're my last patient today.

I'm really sorry.
Can I make it up to you?

I can't charge you for anything,
but I could use a ride.

My car is being... serviced.
- I can arrange that.

Kaunisp��'s car must've been
at the crime lab.

At least the environment felt safe.

She lived right across
from the Pharmacy bar.

Thanks. Come in
and have a glass of wine.

Thanks, but I'm not a wine guy.
Coffee would be nice.

Make yourself comfortable.
I'll take a quick shower.

It was so easy,
as if It had been scripted.

I didn't think I'd find anything
after the police in Lobo's room -

but it's always Interesting
to peek into your target's world.

Are you sure
you don't want any? - I'm fine.

I'll drink by myself then.

To a lost friend.
- Jesus Maria Lobo.

How do you know that?
- I'm a private detective.

I was hired to investigate him,
but now he's dead.

I thought private detectives existed
only in old movies. - New ones too.

Your client is a secret, I presume.
- You have a good view.

Are you sure you don't want any,
or are you on duty?

Can I speak frankly?
- Go ahead.

Did you have a relationship
with Lobo? - Not exactly.

If you don't count
fucking twice a month.

You don't call that a relationship?
- It was more like a deal.

Lobo got a great apartment,
and I got an able man in my bed.

Sounds like a satisfying
arrangement. Can you tell me more?

He had many acquaintances,
and he received calls all the time -

but never brought anyone here.

I don't know about his playing,
but he was a great lover.

Finnish boys have a lot to learn.
- We're trying to keep up.

What was his lifestyle?
- He woke up at noon.

He hung around town, like restaurant
workers do. Went to the gym.

I don't think he worked out.
There was a woman, I presume.

Do you think he did
anything illegal? - No.

Lobo was a scoundrel,
an honest scoundrel.

I love scoundrels.

You know what? I just remembered
I have laundry in the machine.

Did you tell the police
about your relationship?

Find out yourself, little faggot.

Hi. - Lf it isn't Turku's own
Mike Hammer.

Hi. - Lf it isn't Turku's own
Mike Hammer.

Where did you crawl from?
- The dentist, believe it or not.

I thought you have a chronic fear
of doctors. - It's worse now.

First I interrupted her, and then
she tried to get under my belt.

I wouldn't fill her cavity.

Jussi, Jussi. Claustrophobia
is a terrible disorder.

She was no virgin. She talked about
fucking the way Luusalmi does.

Now I'm interested.
Where's her practice?

... a prisoner called Torsten Rapp,
considered armed and dangerous.

Are you going to work?

Do you have a new musician,
or are you using recordings?

Drunk as a skunk again. You could
talk nicely to me, you know.

Right. Like the late Lobo.

With silent whispers of love.

Fuck off.
- Anna, hey...

My investigations into women
didn�t go very smoothly.

I decided to meet a male
for a change.

Turku Is a small town.

It was strange that I'd never
run Into the other private eye.

I had no leads left.

My only option was
to turn to a colleague.

Hello.
- Hello.

How long have you been
standing there? - I just arrived.

Vares. Jussi Vares.
- Oh, right.

The police mentioned you
in connection with the Spaniard.

We've been after the same guy.
What's wrong with the car? - Rust.

I have half a mind to
blow it to kingdom come.

But a little welding and some paint,
and it'll be good as new.

Do you have time to chat,
one professional to another?

I always have time for a colleague.

Would you like some coffee?
- Sure.

You followed that Lobo guy
longer than I did.

Why do you think he was murdered?

It's crystal clear.
He fooled around with women.

Some guy had enough of it,
or one of the women went crazy.

Of course. Did you ever see him
carrying a plastic briefcase?

No. Coffee?
- Thanks.

Did he do anything else
that caught your attention?

He had more women than I have
clean shirts. - We know that.

This is a little impolite,
but no thanks.

Could you tell me
your client's name?

As a professional,
you should know it's a bit hairy.

I have an expense account
for cash payments.

Tell me yours,
and I'll tell you mine. We'll trade.

Pauli Kontio, a lawyer in Turku.
You know the name?

I don't know any lawyers.

Pelli, Matti. Chief petty officer
from Pansio.

Long stretches on a ship,
the wife pines away ashore.

A soldier knows how to use a gun.
- He has an alibi.

He was at the officers' club -

so drunk
he couldn't have shot a barn wall.

But the mission is accomplished.
He's filing for divorce.

Everything happens
so fast these days.

Have a nice day then, colleague.

Oh yeah, a couple more things.

First: If you lie,
don't get caught out.

Second: There are no cash payments
in a fair trade.

The coffee was good. Thanks.

Hey. Can I help you with something?

Are you interested?
These are by Riikka Puronen.

I have a few questions, yeah.

Jussi Vares, private detective.
About the death of Jesus Maria Lobo.

Why ask me?
- I saw you together.

Where? Did you follow him?
Why are you asking me...

The important thing is
to solve this case somehow.

You're right. Ask away.
I'll try to answer the best I can.

What was your relationship like?

We were lovers.

I loved him very much,
and I still do.

Sounds quite serious.
- Love is always serious.

Did you have plans for the future?

Let's not go there.
A little respect for the deceased.

True.

What about your marriage?
- What's that have to do with it?

My marriage is just
self-deception and delusion.

I'm a trophy wife, that's all.
- What about your husband?

He's a manipulative,
self-centered jerk-off.

He's never had time for me.
- That's what we men are like.

What about now?

I have to consider
the financial realities.

Was Lobo different somehow?

We all have our past,
but Lobo told me everything.

We trusted each other completely.
- Did he bring you drugs?

Mr. Vares, please.

Keeping track of Lobo
wasn't easy after all.

Sex with and without money,
drugs, porn, and jealous husbands -

who hired snoops to follow
the imported prick.

Fuck.

Hi. I'm not good at apologizing...
but shall we reconcile with a drink?

From which bottle?

Whichever you like.

Are you going to let me in,
or do I have to find someone else?

Come in.

Thanks again. Are you sure
you're not tired of running a spa?

It's not a big deal. I try to do
one good deed a week.

Thanks.

It compensates for my frustrations,
as they say in women's magazines.

You don't read women's magazines,
or anything else.

Is there more room
in your good deed quota?

I always have room for you.

But can you do me
a favor in return?

Besides driving you around
south-western Finland?

Well?
- You knew Lobo.

Can you tell me
something about him?

About his businesses -

that might have something
to do with his murder.

Okay, but this has to stay
between us.

We had a fling. But more importantly
for you, he sold pot.

That doesn't surprise me at all.
Why don't we ever get high?

Let's have some cognac.

Let's drink to life.

Life that happens to be
dangerous, by the way.

I've noticed.

What's most dangerous in life?
Besides lounging on my sofa.

Driving a taxi.
- Calling adult phone lines.

Organ transplants.
- Therapy groups.

Sliding down the Himalayas
on a sled.

A publishing launch
for Luusalmi's short stories.

Daylight saving time.

Sunbathing.

Blow-jobs.

Wild sex.
- Fucking.

Are you sure you won't
spend the night?

Yes, I am.
And this never happened.

You won't have any news to tell
at your regular table.

You know what? As far as this goes,
my news agency is closed.

Let's find some more
information to hide.

Escaped prisoner Torsten Rapp
is still on the loose.

There have been sightings of him
all over the country -

but he's suspected to be hiding
in south-eastern Finland.

Rapp is likely to be armed and...

Hello. I'm Mutikainen
from realty company Arctos.

Does that house belong to
Voitto Fj�der? - Yes.

Rumor has it that it's on sale.
- I haven't seen him for a long time.

Can you even see
such a small man?

I mean, he probably works a lot.

How come? - He has a big boat
and a villa too, I hear.

I guess running a gym pays off.
- Okay. Have a nice day, and thanks.

Snitch.

My next short story is about
the most sacred thing of all.

The great mystery that has puzzled
mankind from the beginning of time.

All Luusalmi's short stories
are about one and the same thing.

What is this subject
that you always come back to?

Pussy, of course.
- Love.

Anna prefers the art of dance.

I've often become aware -

that Miss Taxi Driver here
has quite a divine body.

Would you allow me to dedicate
my next short story to it?

I'm taking my body to work now.

And you two gentlemen,
have a great evening.

I apologize for interrupting
your night out with friends.

Not accepted.

Do you know M&M Gym?
- Of course.

I go there three, four times a week.

Oh. What about Voitto Fj�der?

Everyone knows him,
but we see Leevi R�nkk� more often.

R�nkk�?
What kind of man is he?

His background is
with the Laestadian Church.

He's some sort of power-lifter.

There are all kinds of people
at the gym who never work out.

Thanks!

Damn...

This doesn't belong to
the homicide division -

but when I heard who it was,
I decided to take a look.

The bomb was detonated
with a radio transmitter.

It would've killed you.
A good thing you were outside.

You wouldn't happen to know
a reliable Volvo dealer?

I used to know one,
but he went bankrupt.

Stop by the station
and give a statement.

Have I ever told you...
Bloody hell.

...that I moved here
in a funeral car?

You could've gone back
in the same.

Jussi, be careful.

I got off pretty easy.

The blast felt nasty, but although
I don't believe in luck -

it was luck that spared me
from serious injuries.

Could Voitto Fj�der be a murderer?

Had he found out
that I went snooping at his house?

Having come to a dead end,
I decided to try an old tactic:

Attack is the best form of attack.

Hey, is that... Hey!

Who are you? Did you kill Lobo?
Did you kill Lobo?

You can't come here...

Leevi!
- This is not a work-out space.

I'm a mock trainer. Jussi Vares.
You know Jesus Maria Lobo.

I know hundreds of people.
- Where did you get to know him?

He came to buy a season ticket.
- No wonder, such a fancy gym.

What do you want?
- Who do you rent this from?

None of your business,
but it's not a secret.

From a realty investment firm.
Arctos or something.

Business is good. - That's
between me and the authorities.

Such an honest taxpayer.
How about pill dealing?

I've paid my fine for that.
- Did Lobo deliver you the pills?

This man needs some fresh air.
- Stay away from me.

You have a nice boat,
car, and house -

and judging by the gym attendance,
it's kind of strange.

Is either of you an electrician?
- You're a lunatic! Get some help.

The next morning,
I felt even stranger.

The case seemed better suited
to an astrologer than a detective.

I became convinced that Fj�der
wasn't behind the murder attempt.

Who else wanted to get rid of me?

I hadn't hurt even the flies
that had moved into my apartment.

Maybe I need to find
a cheap cleaner.

Antidote!
How's the wind in the willows?

Do you like this music?
- Give me a break.

Do you know Voitto Fj�der?
- Yeah. What about him?

Just asking. Have a beer with me.
- I can't. My quota is full.

Another time then.
- Jussi...

Take it easy tonight.
There are bad boys at large.

And beware of that midget.

Thanks.

Meronen! What's up?
Long time no see.

That name is on my tax deduction
card. I'm known as Nero.

I didn't know you used
a tax deduction card.

You're looking well.
- And getting better.

You have a lot of gigs?

Let's just say that life
has been good to me lately.

Yeah, I noticed that at the gym.

How's your memory?
Can you answer some questions?

Sure, if the price is right.
Go ahead. Shoot.

Inga N�s, the honey bunny.
- Who doesn't know her?

The merry widow. You're not horny,
are you? - Always.

She wasn't first in line,
when smarts were handed out.

Her boyfriend is serving
a long sentence.

I thought her boyfriend's name was
Voitto Fj�der. You know him?

You know his friend?
Jesus Maria Lobo?

Are these difficult questions?
- They don't ring a bell.

An interesting gallery of people.
What's this all about?

There isn't drug trade
going on at Fj�der's gym, is there?

I'll get a refill.
You want something?

Sure, that's a rare offer.
These ladies will have drinks too.

Now you have a good reason
to use my services.

Be careful, okay? A.

There's a reliable guy.

Let's drink to your
unfinished law studies.

Hi!

Jesus, the state you're in.

Hi... I came looking for you.
Jussi!

Do you think it was the same guy
who killed Jesu?

How should I know?
I didn't see who drove that car.

Jussi, this was the second time.

I know. I'm really sorry
that I've dragged you into this.

Don't forget that I dealt with Jesu
long before you did.

If I was in a better state,
we could...

We agreed that we...
- Yeah, yeah. I'm sorry.

I went to Fj�der's gym,
by the way.

I looked around a bit.
- How did the place look like?

I had a talk with Leevi,
on the spur of the moment.

Can that knuckle-head speak?

I played an innocent little girl
who's interested in hormones.

At first,
he was convincingly dumb.

Then he slipped out a name,
a guy called Nero.

What are you doing here? Fuck!

Fuck you too, and I don't mean those
drinks you brought... - I'm dying!

A young snitch
doesn't die that easily.

I don't appreciate it when someone
I know sends killers after me.

What the fuck? - I can prove
that you're dealing for Fj�der.

In the same chain that includes
Jesus Maria Lobo -

who's growing poppies
in happier fields now.

Nod if I'm right.
- You're not!

I still don't know
to whom you texted at night.

I'm guessing it was Voitto Fj�der.

Okay, okay, okay!
I texted Vode.

Did you want me
to get killed? - No.

I just told him that we met,
and asked for advice.

Is Voitto responsible for
my murder attempt? - I don't know.

I don't know! - Are you as ignorant
about Lobo's murder too?

What's this stuff?
It stings like hell!

Let me see.
Look, morning urine.

Hey, hey, hey...
I'm just a seller.

Vode panicked when Lobo died
and the cops were everywhere.

What interested them the most?
- Money. Lobo was a small player.

He just arranged some traffic,
and he knew all the mules.

The big boys are in Sweden.
- Denmark and Amsterdam.

There's a middleman here,
whom no one knows.

He has a supply of hard stuff
that he distributes through the gym.

But only to sellers, never to users.
Rule number one.

One more question.
Think hard about this.

Do you have coffee?
- Huh?

Want one?
- Is this pure tobacco?

I guess I can smoke this anyway.
- Shut up.

Sorry.

Your willingness to co-operate
works in your favor.

Have you told me everything?
- Yes, I have.

You're studying the infrastructure
of your new hometown.

I know that Rapp dude.

He used to hang out with Vode.
- Tell me more.

Rapp was caught with a drug stash.
A big pile of money disappeared.

One cop was paralyzed
in the process.

You can imagine
that the sentence was long.

They say that someone
snitched on Rapp.

I hear he's a maniac.

Funny. At the same time
when Rapp gets caught -

Fj�der's revenue
increases significantly.

Vode isn't happy about the escape.
I don't know about Inga.

What do you mean?
- Inga was Rapp's girlfriend.

You're wrong about one thing.
Leevi and Vode may pump iron -

but they're not
the least bit violent.

Who the fuck is it now?

What if he told this loony
everything? - He said he didn't.

Nero and I agreed that he needs
a one-way ticket far away.

He should go back to Kauhava.
- He went even further.

Check how our guest is doing.

Where are we going now?
To what do I owe this honor?

You'll find out soon enough.
It all started -

when you sent that chick to the gym
and went to bother Nero.

Rather amateurish.
- Your bomb was amateurish.

Last time we met, I had some doubts
about your sanity.

They keep getting stronger. - I can't
help with your emotional state.

I just want to know
why Lobo had to be killed.

We're interested in that too.
We had nothing to do with it.

We could exchange information.
You're going to sing for us.

I'm not much of a singer.

If you need entertainment,
can't your monkey dance for you?

I tried to come and warn you...
- I know. I believe you.

Watch it. It won't break.

How are you? - Not bad.
Leevi took a swing at me.

We're going to be fine.

They killed Jesu. - I can't prove it,
and I don't care anymore.

Leevi, take the little boat
and go to the store.

Buy a week's worth of food.
Inga will write you a list.

Make sure you're not followed,
and buy the evening papers.

Was it the Boss? - I checked
the weather. It'll rain tonight.

What took you so long?
- I ran out of gas.

"According to eyewitnesses,
Rapp has been seen in Virolahti -

Nummela, Hailuoto,
and the Torne River Valley."

How's that possible?

"A gun store robbed in Raisio."
Bloody hell.

What if he tries to come here?

Leevi, get the shotgun
and start keeping watch.

Can I have a cigarette?
My nerves are shattered.

Bite your nails.
He can't find us here.

He doesn't know about this place.
- Don't be so sure.

At least give me a beer.

The most wanted criminal
can't really walk just anywhere.

Three days, and he's caught.
- Torsten isn't that easy.

Easy... Coming from your mouth,
that sounds fucking absurd.

We need to take a leak.
- Piss in your pants.

What shall we do with them? - We need
to know whom they've talked to.

Do you have better ideas?

What did the Boss say?
- That it's all the same to him.

Let's kill them.
- Kill?

And then? - We'll wait until
the cops catch Torsten.

Then we'll empty the stash
and drive the boat to Copenhagen.

I have money invested
in the house, gym, and this place.

What should we do then?
Wait for the cops at the gym?

Those two have talked too much.

How much do you know? - I'm not
talking until this lady gets out.

Nero told me everything, and
I called the cops. They'll be here.

Did you hear that, Vode?
Let's get out of here.

A guy who looks like me
can't travel incognito.

Put a pacifier in your mouth,
and Inga can push you in a stroller.

Fucking clown.

The jokes will stop,
once your brains are on your chest.

Don't! We've never killed anyone.
Killing is always bad.

Little do you know, dimwit.

Leevi, get the storm lantern.

Put it on the table.

Torsten...

Torsten, honey...
- Put the gun down, monkey! Now!

How are you, Inga? You look like
you've missed me terribly.

Sit down in the wicker chair, fatso.
Hands under your ass!

Hands under your ass!

Hey, don't move.

Don't move, I said.

Did the cat catch your tongue?
It was wagging just now.

About a killing plan,
if I heard correctly.

You'll get what's coming
to a snitch. Or a snake.

That's what you are.
A fucking garter snake.

I love you. I read about your
sentence in the paper. It was awful.

I've never loved anyone else.
I had to make a living...

You have a funny way of loving.
Three years and one letter.

I was warned about you back then,
but I was too stupid.

Who finances you these days?

I doubt that midget told you.
You can't keep your mouth shut.

Inga, roll me a joint.
You have dexterous fingers.

I'll kill you after that.

Leevi...

I killed him.
- Inga... You killed him.

Now we have to clean up.
The place is a mess.

Let's clean up.

Those two... We have to do
something about them.

Let's burn this place down. - I've
never killed anyone, and I won't.

We'll get rid of them,
and ransack Vode's stash in Turku.

Do you know the safe combination?
- He never told me anything.

Leevi, don't do it.

Fucking coward. Do women
always have to do everything?

Shut up!
- That woman has nothing to lose.

She's already a murderer.

Whose side are you on?
- Give me the gun.

You don't know what you're doing.
- It's empty!

It's not empty!
- Give me the gun!

I think there's an organization
in Turku, which was run by Fj�der.

Lobo was the link
between Turku and Stockholm.

He knew all the mules.
- This is a common pattern.

Fj�der probably received
financing from outside.

That's also common
in this business.

If Fj�der was the only link
to the financier -

he'll be hard to find.
Money men cover their tracks.

Let's move upward from the bottom.

Of the street-level guys, you knew
Rolf Meronen aka Nero, and R�nkk�.

For the record...
Oh, thanks.

They were both
willing to co-operate.

It won't help Nero, but R�nkk�
acted like a man in the villa.

On the face of it,
the case looks clear -

but we still have
an unsolved homicide on our books.

It's hard to believe
that the gang was behind it.

Lobo was essential
for the organization.

We'll have to question Inga N�s.

Maybe Fj�der
had a bout of jealousy.

I have a feeling that the woman
will be declared unaccountable.

So... Do you need a ride?

The Pharmacy or the gallows hill?

Lucky coincidence that you found me.
I'm on summer vacation.

I won't take much of your time.

I gather you've had a rough day.
- Comes with the career choice.

It's good to hear
some first-hand information.

I have no stories to tell.
I came here to quit.

I wasn't able to solve
Lobo's murder.

I believe we have some
unfinished financial business.

I'll charge you my daily expenses,
and nothing extra.

Write down your account number.

I'd rather send you a bill,
for bookkeeping.

I'll pay you some extra
for the pain.

How's marital life?
- Very good, thanks.

I just booked us a Caribbean cruise.

Will you get your passports back?
- I think so.

One question. What's your role
in this Arctos firm?

I'm just an investor.
It's a realty investment firm.

All the information is
in the Register of Enterprises.

Did you know that Arctos's property
was used for drug dealing?

Arctos rented the space
to a gym entrepreneur.

Yeah, Voitto Fj�der.
Did you know him personally?

I never met him. That was
three questions, by the way.

Math isn't my strong suit.

I suspect you're involved
in financing a drug business -

but you're so clever
that you haven't been caught.

That's absurd. If I was involved
in anything illegal -

why would I hire a screw-up like you
to look into my business?

That's what I've been wondering.
I'll send you that bill.

To life, Jussi. To life.

I'm not so sure
if life is worth toasting.

It's often pretty unfair.

This case has upset
detective Vares quite a bit.

You don't have to be a priest
to notice that.

A murderer is running free,
and I barely made it alive.

It's not very funny.

Are you going to voice
your suspicions to Hautavainio?

I don't have the slightest chance
to prove anything.

Well, let's drink to vocations.

We make our living our own way.
It could be worse.

You could be
an unemployed welder from Pansio.

Have you had absinthe for breakfast?
I can't hold a welding torch.

Right.
You're an honest "gun for hire" -

the cr�me de la cr�me
of private detectives.

I have half a mind
to blow it to kingdom come.

That's right.

Hey, where are you off to?

Hey.
- Hey.

UFV-210 seen at the port.

Aarno, long time no see.
Are you going on vacation?

Wouldn't it be better to confess?
- I won't confess to anything.

We have enough cause to arrest you
for the murder of Jesus Maria Lobo.

But no evidence.

How did you become like that?
- How about yourself?

Give it to me.
Show it to Wasenius.

What does this contain?

Tell me, goddammit!
What does it contain?

Fuck!

Opportunity makes the thief.
Wasenius sang about everything.

He'd been following Lobo
and found out he was a drug dealer.

Since sending Lobo to jail
would've been no use to Aarne -

he sent him
to happier poppy fields.

The discharged policeman
made a bundle on drugs.

The case was neatly wrapped up.

The only thing that bothered me
was that the big boys were free.

But on the other hand...

The big boys always stay free.