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Look, the world is changing.
I'm sure we should consider this option.
All the sales are online. No one wants to be in the bush anymore.
Except Konsta. Who could diversify and start flashing for money.
For you, I flash for free.
The world might change but do we have to follow?
Traditions, traditions.
Old-school bootlegging is out of fashion these days.
Fuck!
- Sorry. - More beer, down the bloody hatch.
- My treat. - Wow.
This better fucking work.
- Tane. - What's up, Karhu?
- Three pints and a round of vodka. - OK.
One for the tough guy as well.
Nothing clear. I only drink stuff I can see
the world through exactly as it is.
Muddy. Shitty.
A rye whisky?
Fucking...
Goes down like a treat.
Hi.
Don't you remember?
No.
You owe me a hundred.
Did you hear?
Fucking weasel, you owe me a hundred.
Seems like a good time to change the beer barrels.
Listen, you fucking lightweight.
You'll get it when I withdraw cash.
I thought the synth comes first and then the drums...
Did you forget something?
Hey! The beers!
I'd move the business to the Tor network. Less risks, less middlemen.
Are you listening at all? Hello!
The small-timer is back.
What the hell?
Hey!
To hell with this!
God damn it!
Get a dustpan.
- Calm down! - No one comes out!
God damn it!
Konsta! Take it easy now.
Easy? They laugh at me, behind my back.
God damn it!
It only takes one wrong look
and all hell is loose.
God damn it! Shit like this will put us out of business.
Hi.
How can you deal with shit like that?
Konsta is your best friend. Like a little brother. Right?
Fuck.
You said it.
Things got out of hand a bit?
That fucking clown was laughing.
A lots of clowns around here lately.
- Can't I collect my debts? - Of course you can.
- But you won't get what you want. - I want to be big.
Be fucking heard. Be seen. Is there something funny about that?
No. No.
But the reason you want to be seen. There's something
that's not funny at all.
Sometimes you're so full of hate I don't even know who you are.
Tell me now, honestly.
Are you even interested in our future?
Konsta.
- Don't block me out. - Shut the fuck up.
Fuck, I can't take this.
- What? - To be your mother.
Go to hell then.
You live in your mother's house.
You only come here to get laid. Ignoring how I am or what I want.
Neglecting the biggest responsibility you can have. Your own daughter.
- Don't fucking talk about her. - Give me the key!
What?
You don't tell me to fuck off from my own house, punk. The key!
Fuck you, Terhi.
Capital. That's what we need.
- Did she throw you out? - Fuck, money. Cash. Funds.
Shouldn't you be a bit worried?
When this is dealt with.
- It's too risky. - It's always too risky.
Without that, I'll always be a small-timer. A nobody.
You mean we are.
We, we. Of course.
It's an easy score!
- Stop with that internet bullshit. - That's how the big boys do it.
They don't mess around in bars doing Mickey Mouse shit.
They wear ties. And thousand-euro-shoes.
Fuck you and your fancy-ass shoes.
We'll do this.
You're either with me or fuck off.
Answer me, damn it.
- Jalo here, hi. - Answer me.
Got something to say? Leave a message.
Bloody hell.
Out!
Out! Out!
Out! In front of the vehicle.
Stop! Stop!
On the ground!
Down on the ground!
Police! Put the gun down!
Gun down! Put the gun down.
The gun down!
Put the gun down.
Lie on the ground.
They gave me four years.
Mm.
Well...
You'll be out in two.
Do you know what I've been trying to figure out the last weeks?
Nope.
How did the cops know to show up?
You said yourself you need to grow up.
Grow up then.
Thousand-euro shoes!
Phew.
THE TOUGH ONES 2
MAKE-UP DESIGN BY JENNI AEJMELAEUS-PYYSING
WARDROBE DESIGN BY RIITTA-MARIA VEHMAN
PRODUCTION DESIGN BY PIRJO ROSSI
MUSIC BY KALLE CHYDENIUS
SOUND DESIGN BY PEKKA KARJALAINEN
EDITED BY KIMMO TAAVILA
DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY PINI HELLSTEDT F.S.C.
LINE PRODUCER MARIA KAURISMÄKI
SCREENPLAY PETJA LÄHDE DRAMATURGE LASSI VIERIKKO
ORIGINAL SCREENPLAY ALEKSI BARDY
PRODUCED BY JUKKA HELLE, MARKUS SELIN, HANNA VIROLAINEN
DIRECTED BY ALEKSI MÄKELÄ
It rots fast when you don't paint it.
Don't have that sort of money.
I can sleep in the hut.
All yours.
Go on. She's yours after all.
Do you want to see my photos?
What's the plan?
- Don't know. - Mm.
I had my reasons not to bring her to see you.
The only damn thing I hope is that
you'd take some responsibility for her.
But it's conditional.
I'm sure you understand.
- Mm. - Mm.
I have a job for you. Ain't much, but it's a start.
Let your father breathe a bit.
I'll be in the hut.
Here's the thing. An important tool for you.
Runs with a battery like everything else these days.
Ever operated one of these?
Obviously not. Don't have beauties like this at the state hotel.
Right.
Here you adjust the cutting height. But don't worry about that.
It's always the same. Short as Judas's betrayal.
What you need really need to know is
how to keep your tool clean.
What's so funny?
Keeping one's tool clean is the key. Otherwise it loses the edge.
- Mm. - Mm.
I know where you come from.
The good book says everyone gets a second chance.
Even your kind.
It's for your mother I'm doing this. She has started coming to church.
Hop in.
Was the service any good?
You don't often get a state holiday.
Dad was put on a disability pension.
Left the workshop to me.
Do you want a beer?
Or have you found faith?
You definitely have found silence.
That happens when you climb too high.
The higher you climb, the harder you fall.
Come and work for me.
As a mechanic?
The word is that you only know to drive a tractor.
I thought we should concentrate on your actual skillset.
Terhi!
She also works for me. Right?
Back in her old trade. As a mechanic.
Konsta. I told you the world is changing!
Wait!
Hey, wait!
Is that all?
Is this where the mutual future is?
Should you rob a shop or something?
To get back to the cell and grow up?
You dropped something.
Do you want a beer?
- A soda pop. - I see.
Do you remember me, small-timer?
You broke my nose, fucking sperm cell.
I'll break yours, to get even.
Oh hell...
Does the gentleman know what's the local style
for a cesarean, the Kauhava way?
Right...
- Give me! - The soda pop was for you?
Jehu.
I remember you all right. From this bar.
Right. Been around here my share.
Not so much anymore as I have my nephew under my wing.
Ilmari is the name.
Ain't much of a talker.
Otherwise, a pretty solid dude.
Done time for all sorts of scores. Bit like a watchdog.
Loyal to his master, a bitch to his enemies.
Just crossed my mind you could help him out a bit.
You have mileage, for a young man. I'm tired of wheeling and dealing.
He has a knack of imports and dealerships.
But it smells like small-time.
Do you see the knives? Up there.
That's your father's knife.
Bloody hell. Look at him.
If he's not watching porn, he's studying fur farm crimes.
An odd way to deal with pug dogs, from the local viewpoint.
He has his own farm, hidden in the woods. He's saving them.
Goddamn it...
If you want more than your upper lip on your bread,
reach out.
Right...
Need to scratch your tool clean. Otherwise it gets moldy.
Scratch.
Karhu!
Hey!
For real.
You still can't understand what's important in this work. In life.
Details, boy. Details.
Do you happen to have something against me?
- Honestly? - Mm.
I do. So much I'd like to rough you up a bit.
Do you mind telling me? Maybe we could talk about it?
You bloody state welfare kids.
Pampered and pampered. You should have a stick up your ass.
- Is that what you really want? - What?
A stick up where the sun doesn't shine?
Fucking madman. Clean it up, punk!
There. God damn it...
Go on, scratch!
Scratch! God damn it!
- Don't. God damn it! - What?
KAUHAVA FLOWER AND FUNERAL SERVICE
That's Marja. She's my cousin.
We own the store together.
This time, a cousin means a cousin.
She's almost deaf.
If you want a date, raise your voice. Or feel her up.
So, what do you want?
Hard to believe an old bootlegger selling flowers.
That's what you were, too. Before the state holiday.
See, the store has been a first-class front.
Sometimes, I've been forced to deal with questionable merchandise.
Do you have second thoughts?
Heard you had some problems with the lawn mower.
You'll never get rid of your stigma, sonny.
Not your own. Not your father's. Not in here. Unless you find Jesus.
- Or start eating hot cross buns. - That's the picture shaping up.
But I'm not into speed. Or weed. Just like mowing the lawn.
For your own good, I hope
your biggest motivation is not to settle the score with Jalo.
Don't need to be a genius to understand who sold out and whom.
Besides, that wiseass punk
has hurt Immu's flower business too much.
In some fucking way, he stole some of the market share.
So he can't be a complete idiot.
He's studied the high-tech world quite a bit.
Where do you get your shipments from?
Would it be possible to order all the way from Holland?
In principle, I'm against hard drugs. Our business here is pretty small.
But one shipment could be possible. All the way from Holland.
Mescal or something. That won't get moldy right away.
Right...
You really know what those flowers are?
Not a clue. But this is a pinetree.
Shh.
All right. Let's go out.
FOUR LEGS GOOD, TWO LEGS BAD
When civilian life gets stressful, I'll burn down every fur farm here.
Of course.
I thought the bee has six legs.
Don't fuck with me, boy. If you want to keep your own legs.
How do you feel about going major league?
I have a contact to the big field.
But I need money.
- Speed? Steroids? - Mm.
- Weed and hash too. - Snuff.
- How's the business? - Not bad, but needs marketing.
Not enough for big orders.
But it's a start.
You quit your job?
He was fucking with me.
You managed two full weeks.
How can you adapt to civilian life if you can't handle one dickhead?
I've been dealing with dicks all my life.
You call this life?
God damn it!
You can't rob any capital from here.
What happened last time? You have to keep your head straight.
But if you absolutely have to steal, better steal fucking big.
I'm getting to that age when balls start sagging in the grave.
But a tough guy's heart could use a few more kicks.
Before I kick the bucket.
Right.
I figure I could invest thirty grand in your master plan.
And Immu's stock as a cherry on the top.
If we agree on the royalties.
Right.
Many thanks, but
that's only about 30 per cent of what I have in mind.
Hmm.
I know who could put up the rest.
Well, that was only a proposal.
Look at you.
Interested in getting back to the future after all?
I'm looking for...
an investor.
For a big-scale operation.
The flower shop seems to have a new culturist.
Are you expanding? From mescal to mapletrees?
A maple can easily be a lethal weapon.
I thought you knew risky business is not my thing.
I'm OK as it is.
I'm perfectly aware of the scope of your business.
Can't be too big, judging from what I see here.
But if it's enough for a tire dealer,
my apologies for taking your valuable time.
Two minutes.
- Straight from Holland? - Yep.
In the cover of a flower truck. No weed but chemicals.
I have the contacts, Jehu has the store.
- I don't think that shit sells here. - Look around you.
There's junk everywhere.
Yes, yes.
Junkies don't pay their debts.
They never do.
But like you said a few years ago, the world is changing.
Weed will be legal soon. This neighborhood doesn't inspire me.
The whole west coast is wide open. For someone powerful to take over.
- In Helsinki, coke is coming back. - How do you know?
Prison's more than a holiday resort.
The world is open.
- For a man who has guts. - Fuck!
Look around you!
Look what I've built in two years.
- I know how to do business. - Right.
I've heard you do.
You operate online.
The Game Boy times are not wasted.
I'll be the main investor.
And you
work for me.
Maybe this is our new mutual future.
Thought you might be interested why I never came to see you.
You made it pretty clear it was all over for us.
- It was you who wanted the key back. - For real.
Are you quite sure about this master plan of yours?
What's that to you?
If and when you get caught, you'll do time, manyfold.
I know all that.
What can I do? I am what I am.
Are you really into changing oil?
I'm sure you know why I got busted.
And still you teamed up with Jalo.
I owe you no explanations.
- No, but you could tell. - Ask him.
- I'm asking you. - What are you saying?
Did you think I'd wait for you?
Granny has made an evening snack.
Are you daddy's girlfriend?
I remember you when you were this small.
In that case you are my friend and can join us.
Right, granny?
- Let's go swimming sometimes. - We'll see about that.
Who's that Terhi?
- An old friend. - Old, literally.
Older than you. Much older.
What do you have against her?
Who lured you into all that shit?
Give me a break.
- She was almost an adult back then. - She made me to do it, right?
- She had similar childhood to mine. - Meaning what?
That either of us didn't have much choice.
Saara, bedtime.
Dad, can you come and stroke me?
A bedtime story.
Don't you know how to read?
- Can't remember any. - Didn't granny ever read to you?
Can't remember.
Your dad drowned.
Granny told me.
You could invent a fairytale.
- I really can't. - I can help you.
Sit here.
We start with "once upon a time." You take it from there.
Once upon a time...
Well...
Let's say there was a little girl.
Named Saara. Who lived in a small hut. Saara has a granny. And a daddy.
Saara's daddy...
- How long have you stood there? - Long enough.
You have no father because he was killed by hate.
- He was killed by police. - No.
He killed a policeman himself.
Wait.
Isn't she the reason you could do things differently?
What choices do I have?
That's what I thought.
None.
And neither do you.
I'm tired of being poor, being spit at.
- You want to prove that you are... - What? To prove what?
Your father's son.
What the fuck is this car?
It's a real gas guzzler.
You're a tree-hugger. Right?
One sin is allowed.
One of them deals with northern parts, the other with south.
The second sin is on the house.
I knew they want to do business.
That diary of yours is nothing but promises.
Do you want to go swimming?
It's September.
She insisted.
You don't have to go if you don't want to.
What's her position in your equation?
What equation?
In your plans.
Don't know.
Mom's always looked after Saara.
- Should try to get to know her. - Why?
You either get caught and do time, long.
Shell be left alone, again.
Or you fulfill your Scarface-dreams.
Can't see her place in either of those.
Mm.
She's better off with her granny.
Like I was?
My folks took off and granny raised me in a bar.
My mom's different from your granny.
Sorry about that.
If I pull this off,
I won't be around in the long run.
Me neither.
Tired of playing a robber. But it's the only role available here.
I'd like something completely different.
A family?
Maybe you've grown up a bit, after all.
Half a centimeter, tops.
Those are the certain ones. 85% sold.
"Sold" means money changing hands.
When is the cargo here?
In a week.
- What's the destination? - I'll let you know in due time.
Just have the money stand-by.
Cash is out of the question. Cryptos can't be traced.
They also leave a trail. In my opinion, cash, cold cash...
Did someone ask for your opinion?
Sometimes, the old way is the better way.
Traditions. Traditions. Besides, it's been agreed. Cash.
I'll let you know.
What if...
we go out for a meal in town?
Count me out this time.
Been doing some thinking.
Won't be changing oil any more.
The agreement was temporary anyway.
Heard you've been swimming with Konsta.
Having coffee.
What the hell?
Have you been following me?
What the fuck is wrong with you men?
It's a sick thought if you think you own me.
Come, come.
I was expecting a bit of loyalty, for all this.
- For all this? - Mm.
I've only been working for you.
Come on now.
We had our moments.
Which you can keep to yourself.
I see.
Doesn't Konsta know?
It was so stupid for you to go down.
I was so mad I did stupid things myself.
I won't go back to the old, no more.
Do you understand?
Mm.
The cargo will be in Vaasa port soon.
I'll pick it up with Ilmari, stash it in the warehouse.
One more announcement-type-of-a-thing.
The shipment is in my name.
- Meaning what? - Jalo's name is nowhere to be seen.
I knew this is not only business.
Then you know I haven't forgotten the shit he gave me.
- That much I have tough blood. - Don't handle business with emotions.
Terhi is right.
The risks are big. If your mind is not as clear as vodka.
- But you drink whisky. - Right.
Would Immu like to oppose?
Anything goes.
A god-damned opportunist.
I'm going to take over Jalo's business.
Just wanted you to know in advance.
That's the way.
Tonight's the night.
What the fuck? Where are you?
Just came from sauna.
Have you lost your mind?
Yeah, sauna on Saturdays.
Do you know who we're dealing with?
- "We?" - Yeah.
No, you. On your own.
Jalo? Jalo?
God damn it!
What the fuck, guys?
- What's that doing here? - Couldn't leave it there, could I?
- But why here? - Do you want to take it home?
Why, Konsta? Why?
- Ask your boyfriend. - And now it's all my fault?
- Where's Jalo? - At the club. Where else?
I have a couple hormone pigs ready. When are we going?
- Going where? - We must get the money from Jalo.
If Holland gets their money, they might calm down.
Calm down? You shot one of them.
Don't fucking get cute with me. In a fix like this.
We have to get the money together, no matter what.
Immu, let's go.
I'm coming with.
This is not your case.
Knowing about that frozen meat
makes this my case. Against my will.
See you outside in a minute.
What are you doing?
Just go.
Please.
What's the plan?
Charge in, ask for the money?
Exactly.
The rat won't get away this time.
I think you owe me a bit of money.
To me, it's not that simple.
Don't you see we must pay them?
I do, perfectly well. Just pay.
This business means money, God damn it.
Doesn't the tire dude want to get rich?
Of course he does. But not like this.
It's our mutual concern, fucking rat.
Rat? Wasn't it you who wanted to go solo, do this in your name?
- What? - Right. "Take over Jalo's business."
Aren't they your words?
- What the fuck... - I came aboard!
For some fucking reason I still thought you were my brother.
Holland is entirely your problem.
God damn it.
I see you've started tasting your own goods.
Which you haven't even paid yet.
What a man is meant to do
An axe I'll never buy
A drink I'll never try
Or I'll burn down the house
In this land of ice and snow
Hard to get by on the dole
To be a man or a mouse...
What?
- No one wants that shit anymore. - What?
Jalo has started a rumor that it's stolen property.
- From the big boys. - Fuck.
OK, what can we do? There must be something we can do.
How did Jalo know about my plan?
Me?
God damn it.
Really?
- If you have doubts, speak up. - How did he know?
- To hell with you. - Do I hear a beer calling?
- Ilmari or Jehu wouldn't sell me out. - And I would?
You tell me.
You were warned not to go too big.
You didn't listen. And now, you're looking for culprits.
Bloody hell! Here we are again.
Told you I can't take this any more.
When I'm up shit creek, you walk away.
Again. Hey, wait.
Wait. Wait. Don't go yet. Look.
Now I don't have a key to give back.
The end of Scarface is not romantic. It's pathetic.
And you're pathetic.
Can't go camping right now.
- We agreed! - I know. But no can do.
Why not?
I have work that needs to be done.
What the hell have you...
Calm down.
Yes. Yes. Yes. No time to explain.
I already gave myself some hope. You went swimming, to a movie...
Yes, yes, blah, blah, blah. I know but I'm busy now.
You're so full of hate that there's no room for anything else.
Maybe that's the only thing that keeps me alive.
Shouldn't Saara keep you alive?
God damn it!
OK, need to calm down. We need to calm down.
What are our options?
- To get the money. - No money. The shit won't sell.
- To steal. - What are we going to steal?
A kiosk? A fur farm?
- To run away. - God damn it!
Can you only say one-word sentences?
For fuck's sake.
Christ almighty, damn it.
You're just like your old man. He also lost his ring finger.
But he lost his at war.
A bit more honorable than to let some asshole take you by surprise.
- God damn it - Stop crying. You're a big boy.
I'm not crying. My eyes are sweaty.
The prick spoke English with an accent. Maybe an Estonian.
Not a young dude. In his sixties. A big guy.
Pointless to fuck with old-timers.
He plays in a different league than you little willies.
Besides, there could be more of them coming in.
Fuck!
Terhi.
Terhi, open up.
Did he say anything else?
Only showed me Saara's pic. And gave me 24 hours.
- This should be a police matter. - No.
- You'll go to jail. It's about Saara. - No police.
Don't you get it? This is way out of your paygrade.
You'd like to big, always have done.
I know where to get the money.
Jalo must have some rainy day funds.
Despite the fact he keeps on big-mouthing about bitcoins.
I don't want you to be a part of that.
- Take Saara somewhere safe. - Can you be sure there's enough cash?
- They can kill you anyway. - Yep.
I know that.
That's why I'm asking you
to look after Saara.
I...
What?
Do you know what I've been thinking?
How did Jalo find out about your plan?
He gives a phone to all employees. Very interested in technology.
He must've somehow bugged my bloody phone.
God damn it!
- Where's your phone? - Already broke it down.
Sorry.
I never thought you'd be the snitch.
Konsta.
I knew Jalo sold you out to the cops.
When you were busted, he called and told me.
I never told you because I agreed with him back then.
I'm sorry.
I know where Jalo keeps his money.
Do you know how an elephant knows he's dying?
- His teeth fall out. - Ilmari. For fuck's sake.
I mean it.
The cash vault is upstairs.
We need to get in first.
I am the key.
You?
- Terhi. - It's me.
What do you want?
To speak with Jalo.
- I don't think he wants to see you. - I don't care about what you think.
- Anything else? - It's about Konsta.
Why do you think he believes in any of your stories?
Cause he's smarter than you.
If I were you, I'd get him out.
Or you could talk to me.
I talk to Jalo. Get him or I walk.
Frisk her.
No need to be gentle.
Do you have a boner?
- Where's your gun? - Can't shoot with my left hand.
The money.
Now!
What's in this for you? A couple of days head start?
What, are you calling the cops?
- Again? - Are you really that stupid?
Open it up.
We used to be best buddies.
Open it!
There was only your world.
Your traumas.
Your war against the rest of the world.
I really thought jailtime would do you good.
And so did Terhi.
Is that all?
You'll be all alone.
Just like your father.
You'll drown in your own shit.
Let's go.
Ilmari, for fuck's sake.
Terhi.
Could you to keep an eye on my mom?
- Just to be on the safe side. - How about you?
Thanks.
I think you need a partner.
Didn't you insist I go alone?
I wouldn't trust foreign gunslingers.
Listen to Immu in this one.
I go alone.
The dickhead himself.
Decided to get up from your own grave.
What a tough guy. I'm the only living person around here.
Do you know who I am?
Murikka himself.
Come now. No point in getting rough with an old man.
Or if there is, tell me. We can have a drink before you throw your punch.
I won't tell anyone about your resurrection.
Don't you recognize me?
No wonder. You were always so fucked up.
Tried to sell me overpriced moonshine, diluted with piss.
Right...
Your face tells me
you haven't found all the pieces of the puzzle yet.
Right. Hey, take it easy. It's only a bottle.
This is... this is such piss.
But Christ, how it kicks in.
Smooth as old porcelain pussy.
Want some?
A tough guy turning down a drink?
Just like your son.
That hit the tender spot.
You don't seem to know the full story.
I was also surprised to see you driving through the village.
I wasn't dead sure. I followed you here.
And did the math.
Didn't you have a foreigner with you?
Tell me.
The boy you roughed up.
He's your own son.
Even your old lady is still around.
If you talk to anyone, I'll kill you.
I'm not your enemy. But I could be your friend.
I'm already old.
But I'm not wise.
If you need a friend, be in touch.
There's Sisko's address as well. Go and check if I speak the truth.
For also that reason that the Karhu family grave is full.
Who are you?
Is your mother home?
I don't have a mother. She went somewhere when I was two.
How about granny?
I guess she's working.
I am, err...
an old friend of your granny.
This is me.
This is my dad. Here's granny.
Your eyes are a bit like my dad's.
Funny eyes.
I should be going. Granny's not here.
Saara!
- This is your old friend. - So it is.
Indeed.
Saara...
Saara, can you go to the yard...
for some rosemary.
- We don't have any. - Get a move on!
He is alive. Fucking hell.
Some coffee for the old friend?
Before he drowns again?
26 years.
- Mm. - Mm.
Do you mind telling where you've been? Obviously not in the afterlife.
Although,
I thought it might be possible.
Your body was never found.
Everyone thought...
the river took it.
But...
for real.
Is it mine?
Straight to the point.
Is it?
Only to the extent of one pitiful sperm cell.
And never any more than that.
- Does he know about me? - No.
Even cut you the fuck out of all photos.
I noticed.
How do you know about Konsta?
Have you already got him involved in your own shit?
I should call the bloody cops.
- Take the girl and go. - What the hell?
Have you got Konsta in some kind of trouble?
Believe me.
If you've mixed him in something, you have to pull him out.
Did you hear me? That much you owe me...
you selfish piece of shit.
Not my God damned fault!
What?
Why the fuck the show off?
Put the gun down! Gun down!
Gun down!
Sit right there.
Take the money. Let's go.
Thanks, Jehu.
Why did you shoot him?
Who the fuck are you?
Daddy!
No, no...
Take the girl to Jehu.
- Let's go and get some ice cream. - Saara.
It's your job to tell him.
To hell with you.
You fucking infant!
- You both are the same. - What the fuck?
- So he right there... - Yes.
God damn it!
Do you even know what shit we've been...
Because of you! Do you?
- Calm down, Konsta. - Go to hell!
Konsta!
I understand your hate but don't do it!
I'm already beyond all hate...
Don't do like your father.
What fucking father?
- Don't do it! - Kill.
Kill.
I won't be joining you.
Despite all the shit...
I love these plains.
And I won't leave my own home
no more.
Mm.
Sorry.
I'm truly sorry about everything.
I'm not interested in your apologies.
I want you to pay your debts.
Take your family somewhere safe.
This is why I wanted you to take responsibility for Saara.
Do you promise?
Promise me.
Granny's old friend.
Right...
Jehu gave me an update.
I want you to come with us.
Wherever we go...
I want you. And Saara.
I want us to be together.
Whatever that means.
But how can we be sure we'll be safe anywhere?
We can't.
But dead sure safer than here.
Your dad has a plan he's not telling us.
He's not my dad.
How about now? Old porcelain pussy.
Fucking hell.
The traveling has taken the grit of the plains out of you.
Who knows when the sheriff will find the bodies?
Maybe tomorrow, maybe in a week.
Besides, kids shoot rats at the factory.
- We must go now. - I have a boat in Vaasa.
The police will go to Sisko at some stage.
She won't talk.
Let's go!
Ilmari.
- Take care of my share. - Sure as shit I will.
- Interest rate follows inflation. - I hope your teeth won't fall down.
I can't explain what happened before you were born.
It was all a bit of a blur.
We were supposed to be big.
That was the only way to be heard.
That's what it's like to be tough.
He'll need some time.
SON