Original subtitles

It was supposed to be furnished.

In organized crime and entertainment business there's no such thing

as a second chance.

You're being given one now. We are colleagues,

even though this is not like a usual priest job.

This is Koponen, our verger and in charge of the youth work.

More or less your boss.

- Koponen. - Peltola, Harri.

This is your new work site.

General maintenance,

sprinkling sand,

occasional digging work.

Damn it's cold.

The staff knows nothing about your background.

These we found.

- Did Jaatinen tell you to clean up here? - Yeah.

What?

Well, everything is going to the dump.

So I guess you can stop cleaning.

- Twenty-five, twenty-six... - Left!

...twenty-seven, twenty-eight,

twenty-nine, thirty...

What's going on here? Boys!

We're looking for Erkko's hat.

There it is.

- Oh fuck! - Erkko!

Dickhead!

Fuck...

"I'm observing my thoughts and they become words.

I observe my words and they become actions.

I strive for perfection.

There's room for everyone

but no one's there yet.

I don't take part in bullying of any kind

or cause danger, so that everyone

can feel safe in our school, both spiritually and physically."

Hey, boys!

There are always pupils without friends.

You can be one to them and I can be one to you.

Erkko?

Would you still read that final sentence? With a thought.

- Is it true what they're saying? - What?

That you'd seen it with your own eyes in your previous work place.

What did it look like? Like a human? Or like an animal?

- What was? - The devil. Satan.

- Listen... - Marjatta.

Marjatta.

You get crazies everywhere. Rumors go around.

Especially within congregations. Best not to believe everything you hear.

Are you saying Jaatinen is full of shit?

Look...

My blood values and the rest were all wrong.

Men of the church, they're human too.

I've read my theology too.

Or did you think they'd let anyone who can play be a cantor?

Dad.

Shit. What a shit.

In the afternoon no one's going to drink this.

Have you ever used this kind of tank coffee maker?

It's pretty simple, you use ready-made portion bags.

No need to measure. The water comes straight from the tap.

The portion bags are here.

The easiest way is to use scissors.

You can use the timer if you want

but it's easiest to just come and flick it on.

Well done, Teemu!

Those who lost get to pick up the pucks.

Next week we're playing indoors.

Look at this. "Erkko".

- Piss on them. - You piss on them.

Hey! Everyone pisses on them.

Ahonen.

Now he is coming.

Check it out. This dude has peed his pants.

Yuck. It's piss all right.

Everyone takes a shower.

What are these?

Had a little accident.

Oh Jesus. Big boys like you. You as well.

Everyone in the showers, now.

And take care of that mess before I'm back.

Chop-chop!

You heard!

He just sits there.

I didn't expect being an assistant in the church would be like this.

Sometimes you just have to take what you're given.

I might have thought of it myself sometime.

Drink the Eucharist wine and sit in the pulpit,

calling every church member a coward.

How are you doing right now?

How are things with drinking, for instance?

Makes you feel like quite the idiot when you're the last to know

what everyone else has known for ages.

What's that?

That the wife's screwing a fireman.

I bet that stung.

Now, I would recommend to take it very easy,

take care of your tasks, all quiet,

like my old man would say, "Don't show your face."

Right?

- The cantor lady-- - Marjatta.

She came here babbling that she'd seen demons and what not.

Really. Where?

Yeah.

Believers are the worst. You know that.

But hey... this doesn't have to be final.

They're calling from the school.

- Kalevi Rongas. Principal. - Harri Peltola.

Reijo Taavitsainen, Teemu's father.

- Harri Peltola. - Taavitsainen.

We were already going through things with the boys.

They pissed on a pair of underpants and then stuffed them in a backpack.

Simo's underpants? Pissed on them?

I didn't piss.

Was this after the fight?

No, no...

Teemu found the underwear from his backpack, and that's when he lost it.

A plaster can be a lethal weapon.

- Kale, I'm going to have to... - Of course you can go, we're done here.

What did we just agree on?

Simo will stay for detention for a while longer, but we could exchange a few words.

Our school has an absolute zero tolerance policy.

As did Simo's previous school.

I understand you had similar situations there.

- Some boy had had their earlobe torn... - That wasn't Simo's fault.

- And the plaster... - He was being bullied because of me.

- I'm sure you know about my background. - A little bit.

Looks like quite a few people do around here.

Look, maybe history doesn't need to repeat itself.

I need to talk to Simo.

- This isn't because of me, is it? - No.

So what is it? What did this Teemu do?

Nothing.

Are you telling the truth?

He was the one who pissed on the underwear.

- On his own pants? - They were Erkko's.

Alright, I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

These aren't Teemu's pants.

We wouldn't have ended up here if I had just kept my mouth shut.

What?

Just look. Here we are. And what for?

Isn't that so?

Well why didn't you keep your mouth shut?

About mom and...?

Because I didn't want to lie.

Don't ever apologise for telling the truth.

It's who we are.

You tell me the truth and I tell you.

Isn't that right?

Morning.

Morning.

Is your name Harri?

Yes, or rather Harry.

Harry like in English?

No, it's Harry.

Ends with a "y".

I'll just call you Peltola. You can call me Koponen.

- Koponen. - That's right.

- Koponen. - Yeah, yeah.

Let's take a break.

Father.

You forgot.

So I did.

I'd die of hunger if it weren't for you.

Peltola.

Here's a set of keys for the job.

With these you can enter all the municipal properties.

Good morning! Take your seat.

Girls!

Simo. You're supposed to go to the principal's office.

Dude has to go to the office.

"I pay attention to my thoughts as they become words,

I pay attention to my words as they become actions.

I strive through perfection. There is room for everyone

yet there is no one.

I will not take part in any form of bullying

or cause any danger so that everyone can feel safe,

both spiritually

and physically."

Hello.

Long day?

What is it?

- Evening. - Evening.

I came to see your father.

Get that dog away from the sofa! Do you hear me?

God damn it!

That's that. Many weeks' work.

That's not the end of it.

Ice age.

No talking or touching.

The food should be given without eye contact...

Act as if she didn't exist. It's supposed to mean something.

Dad, can I go out?

Mom?

Leaving for school has been difficult.

But let's talk about Teemu.

It's a sensitive time for the boys.

Or why not for the girls too.

As Reijo said, it was the same before.

There's always been issues.

But what can you do, you can't lock them in.

Please, have a bun.

Last season we got a three match ban.

It's when you're physically ahead of the rest and you train actively,

it gets difficult to measure your own strength.

That's the trouble with the youth. They develop so unevenly.

Put the volume down.

He grew a dozen or so centimeters last autumn.

Eats like a horse. Going to the States in the summer.

- Will you turn the volume down... - Oh stop it!

- Calm down. - Comes here and starts lecturing us.

- Who? - Him.

No, we're just talking.

Ask him what our Teemu's supposed to have done.

- Well? - Yesterday at school,

this boy Erkko's underpants were pissed on.

- Erkko's? - That's right.

I bet it was Janne Hämäläinen. Crazy kid.

Got fined for stealing a moped.

We've told Teemu to stay away from him.

But what can you do, you can't lock them up.

Apparently Teemu was involved.

- Our Teemu? - That's right.

We don't know about Erkko's underpants...

We've been trying to write his name on things so he wouldn't lose stuff.

His hat goes missing almost every day.

Other nasty things have been done too.

To Erkko among others.

- What things? - That's what we should figure out,

and who is doing it.

No need to raise your voice.

I understand that you're worried.

It's not good for the children to get away with things.

We've got limited means.

But let's do it. Let's solve this.

Good. Then the authorities won't have to.

Who knows, we might find Erkko's woolly hats, too.

I heard there's been some trouble over at the school.

Well, it's a small town, rumours tend to spread.

Kale Rongas, the principal, my son-in-law, mentioned this.

I said you should try and sort these things out by yourself.

Sometimes things just get worse when you start digging.

We have to move forward.

We're all cooking in the same stew.

I've known the Taavitsainen lady since she was a child.

There have been good times and bad times,

weddings and funerals, and everything in between.

Maybe now's a good time to take a time out and clam down?

Will things improve by not doing anything?

Rongas said you'd threatened with the Black man.

Raised your voice.

Well, it might have happened as I lost my temper.

That's just it.

- Well, out already? - Yes.

- Is everything all right? - Yes.

- This is Simo, my son. - Hello.

Koponen.

The ice rink needs to be fixed!

What?

On Monday!

Let's take a look here.

Hello, how can I help...?

Looking for a TV.

What is it this time?

Hello.

Leave her alone.

Don't even look at her.

That's a thousand Euros. The cheaper models are on the next shelf.

We'll take this one.

Dad!

- We don't accept that. - What?

We don't accept that card.

Who wants to watch TV anyway.

Nothing but repeats and reality TV.

- And cooking. - Yeah.

And... Go!

High five!

Thanks to thee, my Lord and God

For your mercy and your grace

That I've had the chance to know

All the days of my life

- Thanks to thee for the bright - The church thanks you.

Days of spring

Bye, bye! Nice to see you.

And remember, if there's anything, with Erkko or otherwise,

- you can get in touch. - Thank you.

- Bye! - Bye! It was a nice to meet you.

This is what a congregation should be like, don't you think?

Yes. That's right.

- Do you have any hobbies? - Judo.

Judo? Okay.

Caring and looking after others.

Even our Erkko has been going to school almost happy.

Yes, that's good.

Excuse me for a second. I need to...

We've been thinking that we could create activities for youth--

Peltola, don't you have anything else to do?

Yes, that's right.

The ice rink must be ready after tomorrow.

Today we're playing the inter-school provincial ice hockey finals.

The winner will get to participate in the national tournament in Espoo.

And finally an important announcement.

The teachers

will hand out a questionnaire, which everyone will fill out by themselves

according to their own conscience.

The questionnaires are to be returned before today's match.

What does this "Teemu 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

and Simo 1,2,3,4,5" mean?

If you think that Teemu is to blame

you should tick 5.

If you think he is fairly guilty, tick 4 and so forth.

Number one means you think Teemu is pretty much not guilty at all.

- Then the same with Simo. - So just tick number 1 for Teemu.

And why is there the same question twice?

The first question asks who was more to blame

according to what you saw

and the other according to what you heard.

Should we have considered the timing a little bit?

This'll make it difficult to focus on the game.

What happened during that lesson?

How should I know.

Twenty boys, and maybe three of them have any physical capabilities.

Do I have to guard them like in kindergarten?

All right, don't get upset.

Don't you have a lesson to go to?

If we lose this match, it's on you.

- Koponen. - Yes?

We need a new batch of Malaga.

- Already? - It's running out

It'll take me until the evening. I can't leave the old man alone.

I wouldn't want to start watering down what we have.

Hey guys, get your kit on!

The other team's been warming up for some time.

Hey teacher, can I give this to you?

Give me the questionnaires. Let's concentrate on the game.

This isn't really a job for the medic.

All right, break a leg boys.

All right boys, let's go. Teemu, get your skates on.

Not a valley, not a hill

No water or shore more dear

Than this our country in the north

Land of our fathers

Thank you Marjatta and the mixed choir of Harmaaketo church.

The ceremonial puck drop will be conducted by a supporter

of our team and vice-member of our parental organization,

Reijo Taavitsainen.

Was the song not a bit too much?

Just good.

- Fair game. Right boys? - Right.

To the goal!

- Look out! - Screen! Remember to screen!

Stop him!

Harmaaketo!

Don't do that!

- Harmaaketo! - Go for the puck!

Screen! Shoot already!

Hey! There was nothing!

Fuck!

Damn it!

Well, they were quite good but not as good as...

They should've checked out the opponent earlier.

Besides, you played them on too wide a front.

That's just... The real reason is something else.

The boys were filling out these when the whistle sounded.

No way. God damn it.

What now?

- It's your fault we lost. - I didn't even play.

What the hell?

What's this?

The dude was pushing Erkko. Everyone saw it!

Oh fuck, shit, fuck!

What the hell is going on here?

- Are you feeling bad? - A little.

Sit there.

Press with that.

I'll take your shoes off.

Was this the Taavitsainen boy's idea?

Teemu.

Total asshole... like his father.

When's your father coming?

I don't know but... I'll be fine.

It could be a concussion.

We can't leave you by yourself.

- Are we in a hurry? - No, why?

- Should we keep that the same? - I think so.

We need to visit the hardware shop.

I take all of them since I can't remember which one it was.

Sure.

How about the old coffee machine, may I take it with me?

Go ahead.

- How is it? - Nothing special.

Go to sleep at night and wake up in the morning for work.

How about you?

Small surface renovation.

What's your flat like?

It's all right.

It's...

light.

- Come and see it someday. - Sure.

- How's Simo? - Good.

He's found a lot of friends and school is going nicely.

- He didn't want to come? - No.

Well, there was some work to be done...

Peltola.

The old man needs to go for a shit.

Needs to go for a shit.

- When are you getting rid of that? - Next month.

Itchy?

Can you move your fingers?

I had my leg in plaster for a summer when I was a kid.

All my friends wanted to write their names on it.

It looked pretty stupid.

Nice person.

Do you want to talk?

It's tough.

When you've trusted,

opened up,

given your all.

And all of a sudden...

it's gone.

You're looking at the taillights of a bus,

wondering what happened.

What day is it,

what year, what planet?

Who am I?

No matter how much you take the other person into consideration

as a human and as a woman.

Listen to them talk about their childhood.

Somebody shows up at your home

and demands your house,

your wife, your kids and everything you've ever dreamed of.

That Sunday is Sunday and...

that the lake is not the ocean.

Where are we going?

Here for instance.

You look for comfort from

where you can get it.

Is there anything to calm you

like Finnish nature.

Birgitta!

It helped.

You need proper equipment. It's like you're living in the middle ages.

Here we go.

I wish...

that all the crap that has been said from this pulpit

would be true

because in that case

all of you cowards would go straight to hell.

- He's out of his mind. - No wonder the kid is having issues.

- And now you're showing this? - Our confidentiality is pretty strict.

Why on earth would you hire someone like that?

- Can't you fire him? - It's not that simple.

Well, something needs to be done.

Well, that's why we're here.

Hey.

Tuula Lehtonen, school nurse. You're Simo's father.

I stayed just in case but he seems fine. Don't you think?

Yes.

There was some... Maybe Simo can tell you himself.

It's good to keep an eye on it, although I don't think there's anything there.

It would have showed itself by now.

He's a good boy. It's just those few rotten apples, pricks.

If I may say so. Good night.

Tuula fixed it. It was a connection fault.

I'll be damned if you can't control one bloody misfit.

My boy's at home concussed and you won't do anything,

just prancing around in your slippers.

- What are you talking about? - Simo, my son.

Our nurse called, and I will ask the parents of parties involved

- to come in for a meeting. Including you. - Good. We'll sort this out properly.

That's what you want, right? We'll see what's true.

- My Simo tells the truth. - But what if everyone does?

There's 151 answers here.

Each one: Teemu, one. Simo, five.

That doesn't prove anything. They've all been scared into it.

What else should I do?

Are you asking me? You're the professional.

I'm left with no other choice but to contact a third party

that is willing to help.

Good.

The end result might not be all too good for you.

The social services have their own principles.

At least someone does.

Peltola! One more thing.

My father's gravestone is a bit wonky.

The congregation has been notified many times.

Do you think anything could be done about it?

Don't feed the dog.

I have to be so ashamed of you. All of you.

- What have I done? - Ha!

Now that everyone's gathered, I have something to say.

You have that new fellow in your class.

That's right. It pisses me off, going over the same thing at school, again.

- I don't fucking know anything about it. - Watch it.

- What? Always me. - Watch it!

The father of that family might not be the only nutcase...

These things get passed on, father to son.

Due to this, in order to be safe,

our family will not recognize the existence of the Peltola family.

No need to walk into them but all kind of fraternizing is strictly forbidden.

You can't be serious.

We have to act consistently.

This is to test how mature you can be.

To see if we can send you abroad or not.

- Let alone the States. - Isn't that tantamount to...

- At least I'm going there. - We'll see how things proceed.

One of you might go, or neither one.

They have language courses here as well.

We are going for zero tolerance. Any complaints,

and you can forget about travelling. Goes for both of you.

And I hope we don't have to talk about this again.

But what if...?

Sorry.

- Hi. - Hi.

This is the sequel to the one you've got.

Fix those lights so I don't have to call the Black man.

Simo! What is it?

Shouldn't you be at school?

- Simo! - What?

Come into the car.

- Did that Teemu do anything? - No.

- So what is it? - Nothing. Nobody did anything.

If this feels impossible to you,

we don't have to stay here.

There's no shame in having to admit that things didn't work out.

They simply didn't work out.

So where would we go?

To Liberia, I don't know.

No, this is all right.

- Are you sure, because... - I'm sure.

- You'll be fine? - I'll be fine.

Then we'll both be fine.

- Do you want to go back? - Sure. Not a problem.

You're a good boy.

You know that?

I'll drop you off.

You know that Rongas pretty well, don't you?

I was wondering could it help if you talked to him.

Maybe it could help him see things from my perspective.

Our perspective, Simo's.

We don't wish any ill on anyone. Quite the opposite.

Still everything seems to go up shit creek.

I wonder why?

There's three ways for a person to define themselves:

What they are, what they're not and what they would like to be.

The most important one is the first one.

The other two complete it.

Actually, I think they're one and the same thing.

- Let me see your bag. - What?

There's a thermos flask full of coffee taken from the congregation.

Isn't that right?

God damn it.

We have a strict zero tolerance rule regarding these things.

I'm not going to any fucking discussion.

- I haven't even done anything. - Don't we have to?

My old man's going to kill me, I swear.

- Erkko was the one who pushed him. - That's right.

It makes no fucking sense.

This is enough.

You'll get an invitation, and we'll discuss things through. Not now!

You can wipe your ass with the invitation. It's all just theatre, decided in advance.

Peltola... Harri!

Look around you. What do you see?

- You'd better let go of me. - They're children.

Some of them close to two meters tall and heavy like elephants

but they're still children. Look...

- What are we? Tell me. - Well, you're an asshole.

- Me and Simo, we're getting out of here. - No. We are adults...

Teemu!

Simo!

Taavitsainen!

He's not here at the moment.

Taavitsainen! Come out if there's a man in you!

God damn it!

Goddamn coward!

God damn it!

I'll stuff this stick up your ass!

Do you want me to let the dogs out!?

Hey! Stop! Come back!

God dammit!

- What are you doing here? - Marko drove me here, sirens wailing.

You said everything was fine.

That's what people say even if they don't mean it.

Peltola.

I caught Teemu.

Now don't get upset but he said it was an accident.

The door had jammed shut, and as Simo tried to climb over it, he...

He fell down.

You're a bunch of bloody inbreds, the whole town.

Simo Peltola's parents?

Look at you...

- Where am I? - In the hospital.

You got quite a bump but nothing serious.

- What happened? - Teemu came...

- and ran like a coward. - Why?

I swear the boy will answer for this. You won't have to be afraid of anything.

Excuse me. Simo's clothes can be found here on the shelf.

How about all the school gear? Backpack and things...

There's nothing here but a jacket, a shirt and a pair of trousers.

How about the backpack? And the mobile phone?

Was it in your backpack?

- I can't remember. - Could it have been left in the toilets?

- What's the difference? - Of course there's a difference.

Maybe we should let the boy rest.

- Are you hurting? Are you feeling bad? - I'm tired.

Try and have a little nap. I'll be right back.

He'll make us all responsible for this.

The congregation has acted according to procedure.

You didn't see the boy. There will be a huge uproar.

And I foolishly called the social services.

Well, that'll save Peltola the trouble...

Now that God damned idiot has finally lost it! Look!

I doubt they'll make dogs any more. Bloody hell!

All right! Stop this nonsense.

We've been cleaning up after yours and your boy's mess.

But enough is enough.

Come on guys...

- Aren't you aware? - Haven't you been told?

I'll call you.

Why did you do it?

Did you hear me Teemu? Why did you do it?

- Why did you do it? - I didn't do it!

I didn't even touch him. How hard is it for you to understand.

But you ran away?

Did he fuck with you?

What did he do to you?

- I just wanted to make peace. - Why?

The States.

If you want you can take the boy with you.

Let him think about what he's done overnight.

- Pretty rough. - The world is a rough place.

POLICE

How about Peltola? What's going to happen with him?

- Which one? - The lunatic.

Let's take one thing at a time.

- Are you tired? - A little.

- Are you in a lot of pain? - Just a little.

It'll get better.

Your mom asked you to call her when you can.

Hello. Are we awake yet?

This is Senior Constable Markkanen

and Saija Moisio, the municipal social worker.

- Saija. - That's right.

Markkanen.

Are you okay to talk? It would be good if you could.

- Can you? - I guess so.

If you would allow me?

Simo, could you tell us in your own words what happened in the toilet?

I don't think Simo remembers.

Simo, you can tell us the truth.

- Can't we do this unofficially? - You better tell the truth.

I remember going in there...

- In where? - The toilet. But...

- Did the door jam somehow? - What?

A little sympathy, please. He can't remember.

We could go visit the spot.

- Let's do that. - We can talk later.

- Dad. - Yes?

- Was my backpack there in the toilet? - No.

I mean, I didn't have the time to go see.

- But I'll do it now. - Okay.

That's the one.

- You okay? - Yes.

- You sure? - Yes I'm sure.

- Do I have to go? - Let's just get it over with.

I can help... Let me.

I'll go and see what the situation is.

What actually happened?

You talked? Who was there?

I want also!

Simo...

Simo.

Get well soon.

I'm sorry.

Harri.

- Dad. - Yes?

- I remember. - What?

I remember.

Last time we spoke you didn't quite remember

what happened in the toilet.

Do you remember more now?

Well... yes.

I remember locking the door.

What happened then? Did something happen?

- You have to fucking remember! - Teemu.

You couldn't open the door and you started climbing and you fell--

- You'll speak when you're spoken to. - Right. Anything else?

No.

How about the fathers? Harri? Any comments or demands?

No. Nothing. That's it.

Peltola. Would you come over for a while?

That went like it should.

Here. You're welcome.

LIAR

Merry Christmas from the entire congregation.

What have we got here...

Weird.

We have a Christmas tree.

- Dad. - What?

- Are you asleep? - No.

What if Teemu spoke the truth?

- What? - If things went the way he said?

Why are you thinking like that? It's the night before Christmas.

But what if?

Simo, it's over. Justice prevailed, everyone got what they deserved.

And even if...

Even if it wouldn't have gone exactly the way it did, everything's better now.

Otherwise, it would have never ended.

It was about everything else as well.

Everything's

connected.

No point speculating.

It's over.

Are you there?

Let's sleep now.

Good night.

- Would you like some gingerbread? - Thank you.

One should avoid drinking too much coffee.

It might be difficult in your current position.

- Do you drink tea? - Not much lately.

Maybe you should start practicing?

How about our hero here?

Well, haven't you got friends.

Let's start cutting.

Am I a liar?

- How come? - Am I?

No. What do you mean?

I haven't lied but I don't know if I've spoken the truth either.

- I'm not following you. - I flicked the lock.

What happened after? Did I open it again and why would I if--

- Does it matter? - It does to me.

It's like a piece is missing from my head.

Look...

We're eating home-made swede casserole.

Although really we bought it from the shop and poured some cream on it. So what?

A swede casserole is a swede casserole.

You told me to always tell the truth. It's what we are.

- Right? - Right.

Simo...

Sometimes these things aren't as straight forward.

It's a bit like

reading the Bible.

I'm not stupid.

Certainly not!

All I'm saying is

a swede casserole is a swede casserole.

It's like you're talking to some little kid or a retard.

Simo...

That's not what I'm saying.

Should I get us a pizza?

Simo?

FINAL SALE

Let's go to the car.

- Hello. - Hello. Good. Let's go to the car...

What is this?

We're moving to Helsinki.

Or Kerava. Pretty much the same thing.

- Isn't that going a bit too far? - What?

Is it because of these earlier... Is it because of me?

No. Don't think too much of yourself.

I got a job as a store manager at Gigantti in Kerava.

The pay is okay, less stress.

The wife and kids have a chance to get away from these banjo players.

These what?

Come on.

Peltola, I've been completely out of it.

Finally it feels as though...

things are going in the right direction.

We're talking again and doing things together.

Feels like we're a family again.

The boy's carried his load like a man.

It's a good thing he takes responsibility for his actions.

Reijo.

Your son is telling the truth.

I know that.

Good.

And so is mine.

Myself I'm not so sure about.

Peltola, the only way is forward, said grandma in the snow.

Let's go.

Simo.

Knock, knock, can you hear me?

Say something. Is everything alright?

Can't we just act normal, the way we've always been?

We could talk.

I don't know if this helps, but I...

bought you a new phone.

I'll place it here behind the door.

And there's pizza as well.

I just wanted to talk about what we agreed about.

That you and me, we would always tell the truth.

I feel like it was quite a lot to promise.

Especially from a grown up man like me.

Nobody can do it.

At least I can't. Maybe someone can, I don't know.

It's a good principle, don't get me wrong.

But principles are never easy.

You can easily find yourself tied up in a knot.

In the end you're just a lump

that thinks: this is how it should be.

This is what life is like. And it's not.

But if there's something good to be gained from this,

I won't be a smartarse anymore.

If you happen to fall over or slip and slide,

I'll wait next to you until you get up

or help you, if need be.

Or I'll become a smartarse.

Better not promise too much. At least I've learned that.

That's what I was calling about.

Nothing else.

I just wanted to talk about what we agreed about

That you and me, we would always tell the truth.

I'm calling for you to come help me

from the depths, my God.

Take my shouts onto your ears

and help my soul

- Koponen! - What?

Where the hell is Peltola?

He's outside.

God damn it.

My stole.

Get up from there.

Will you take this? And this?