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21 marks, please.

Thank you. Your change.

132 marks, please.

132 marks, please.

This is my number in Stockholm. And Aunt Hilkka's... -Mum!

You'll only be gone a few days. -The police, hospital, electricity.

And in case of a fire, the fire brigade.

Always remove the packaging when using the microwave.

Mum! -Honey, mothers are like this.

Here's the money for food. remember to return empty bottles.

Jukka, where did you find your father's old camera?

You told me to get a developing hobby.

Tell me what's wrong.

This is only temporary. -Just like last year?

You know what l work hard for. -A house with a garden.

Just don't break it. -Or dad'll get angry?

l can try to get Thursday evening off and fly over.

No. You'd better save that for the house too.

Okay. Stop sulking and come sit on my suitcase.

40th School Anniversary 14 October 2001

Who nicked my pencil? Who done it?

''Who nicked my pencil?''

Antti, you know in China -

a fruit monger can leave his cart in the middle of a square overnight.

And when he comes back in the morning -

not a single thing will be missing.

lf one of you should ever finish school -

l hope he grasps the nobility of art.

See that? He grabbed my ass!

lt's jammed. Can you give me a hand?

Where did you nick such a fine camera? -lt's my father's.

Why can't he help you? -He isn't around.

How long have you been into photography? -Quite a while.

Would you like to learn more? -Dad showed me how it works.

There's more to photography than technique.

lt is seeing things in a completely new way.

lt is a door to a new world from which there's no return.

An old Pentax can get jammed like this.

Drop by my studio sometime.

No thanks, try another boy.

Here, l am a teacher. ln my studio, an artist.

And in my bedroom, l am what l am. l can keep the three apart.

l thought you could too.

What did you talk to that jerk for?

You know he's gay? -A commie and a faggot.

Be alone with him and he'll stick his thing up your ass.

He has ears all over, he teases me and eavesdrops.

He listens to what l say. He teases me...

''Trust me.''

Hello? Fire brigade? Number 4 C ruusukuja.

Third floor, huge flames!

Huge flames, huh?

Single. Child's fare.

Don't you have a monthly ticket? -l left it at home.

Make it an adults' ticket.

l'm older than l look.

This is criminal. -Yes, arrest him!

l mean this. You can't take pictures of people in their homes.

As long as she doesn't report it, it's just a family matter.

He's going to kill her! -The law is the law.

Then the law sucks.

Not so fast. Didn't you call out the fire brigade for nothing?

l'll protect her since you don't seem to be up to it.

Great tits! -Who took these?

l don't know. Martti? -He digs guys.

Some other sicko then.

Great tits are like a quarter loaf of bread with a raisin on top.

Goddamn!

0pen the dooR! -Oh no.

0pen up!

l know you're in there.

0pen up, you peRveRt.

Or l'll get the cops!

l want the rest of the photos. -What photos?

Now! -ln my room.

Where's the camera?

lt is my father's. -So what?

My dad's...

...dead and this camera is the only thing he left me.

Why are you spying on me? -l'm not.

What do you call this then?

How long? -Why do you live with him?

That's none of a 10-year-old's business. -13!

Whatever. How long? -lt was the first time.

And the last!

l took those pictures because... you are beautiful.

l'm not. l'm ugly. -Why don't you move out?

Because l'm so filthy rich l can't decide what place to buy.

You could become a model. -Or run for president?

l mean it. You are the right type.

Pretty, slim, brunette, and you have big tits. -What?

Your bum's on the chubby side but it can be covered.

Your thighs and legs could be more toned -

but who cares? lt's the tits and face that count.

You looked good.

Why didn't you watch the show 'til the end? -To protect you.

l could shoot great photos. And take them to modelling agencies.

l could sharpen up your style. You'd go far.

Get a life, kid.

Can we talk? -l'm on my way to the faculty room. Come with me.

Couldn't we talk here? -Okay.

l thought l could visit your studio. -Oh yeah?

And l thought l'd hear a word that begins with S. -Sorry.

You are forgiven. What made you change your mind?

l'd like to learn how to take great photos.

Very good!

Excellent!

Let's take a couple a bit closer.

But we need to check the light for that.

Everything is based on light.

Even colours are made of light.

ln the dark, there are no colours. Only black and white.

A lens can bring you close to distant things.

lt is easier to approach a person that way, too. lsn't it?

You must understand what you are shooting.

You have to find the soul of your object.

l thought you didn't believe in souls.

Only in photography. Just as there is a dark side to every soul -

every picture craves shade.

This will be your shot.

Take the camera, compose your shot and press the shutter.

Excellent!

My father used to do this.

l would've liked to have taught it to my son.

Not yet. -What are you doing?

lt isn't fixed yet.

Okay, now we see how it came out. The framing says it all.

Excellently framed! You do have an eye for this.

l found no soul in this. -Love. That's the soul of this picture.

Look at them.

You can keep it.

ln case you ever want to shoot that girl again...

l'm not here on Wednesdays.

That was just some chick l don't even know.

Of course you can use all my cameras.

Even the dark-room is better than the one at school.

Johanna! -Go away.

Please come back.

l'm busy.

Come back home.

lf you only knew how sorry l am.

Do you need the security guard here? -Get lost.

l promise it will never happen again.

Go away, please.

You still got your keys, right?

Come to protect me again? -You don't believe him, do you?

He is okay when he's sober. l slept a few nights next door.

Now he wants me back.

More photos? -Why don't you give me a shot?

Very good!

Excellent!

A little bit to the left. Hold it there.

l'm out of film. That's ten rolls already.

Are they any good? -All of them.

Did you really mean l was beautiful? -Sure.

Don't switch it off yet. Was it really the last roll of film?

There should be one more but... -Would you take one more, for me?

Something to remember when l'm old and wrinkly.

Sorry.

A little to the left.

Your left.

Okay? -Well, yes...

The light isn't really good for your... never mind.

They're called breasts.

Do all gays live in such fancy apartments? -Hardly.

Are you sure he doesn't like women? -Yes. And he's too old for you.

Don't!

l'd decorate this place completely differently.

At least l'd use more colourful wallpaper.

But it isn't my place. And my nose doesn't look good.

lt wasn't fixed yet. -Sorry.

You can have a place like this. -How?

lf you let me become your manager. -Manager?

The best thing a celebrity can have is a good manager.

l read about a band that was robbed of their money by their manager.

l would never do that to you. -l know.

lt isn't too bad from this angle. -How about it?

You talk too much. How about a nose job?

You agree? -Yeah.

Manager.

l'm home. And in one piece. -l won't be home until evening.

Where are you rushing off to? -Just some place.

A big hug.

Wait. You don't have one like this, do you? -No.

Listen, l must go out tonight. -Okay.

You aren't angry? -Of course not. Stay as late as you like. Bye!

You didn't even have a look? -l'm busy.

She's beautiful. -Good for you.

One photo, please?

At least 5'10'', not more than 110 pounds.

Good hair, skin and teeth. No pimples, moles or freckles.

Competent in foreign languages, soign�e and ambitious.

Then l'll look at your photos.

What's up, my little manager? -l sold one of your pictures.

You did?

To whom? -A magazine.

What kind of a magazine? -A family weekly.

Are they going to publish it? -Sure. Or they wouldn't have paid.

How much? -l didn't count.

What kind of a manager doesn't count the money? -You count it.

''Submit three photos taken indoors and three taken outside.''

''Miss Young Face.''

l got a great idea! -No more ideas.

You're full of shit. -What?

l called the magazine. Nobody had ever heard of me, or you.

l bet your dad isn't dead either. What a screw, you dick of a man.

l don't want no alms, or lies either.

Get back here.

lt's a souvenir of our happy days.

Masa, me and my mum. l guess you knew he wasn't my real father?

He is proud of having booze in the house and not drinking it.

But look. He drank the booze and replaced it with water.

Pathetic. He's even lying to himself.

Where's your mum?

Masa took up the bottle after that. And he'll never stop.

You said you had an idea.

An adults' ticket. -Where are we going? Why shoot me outdoors?

Trust me.

A coin...

They are truly beautiful.

You are just as pretty. -No.

l'd give anything to look that good when l'm 30.

You know, your skin starts to age and wrinkle after 25.

My mum's almost 40 and she isn't wrinkly at all.

The sun is about to set.

lt's the blue moment. right now the colours are at their best.

Then it will be dark. -The story of my life.

Even if l had the brains, it takes five years to graduate.

Another five to pay back the student loan -

and another five to save the down payment for a flat.

Then l'd be an old hag. Who'd want me anymore? -l would.

A beautiful thought, but unrealistic.

What am l missing? -10 years.

lt's only a matter of time. -No, it isn't.

From now on, every day is good for you and bad for me.

The blue moment is very short in a woman's life.

What kind of a man would you want to marry?

l haven't thought that far ahead. At least, he should be self-reliant.

A firm and strong character, but not hard.

He should also be sensitive without being feminine.

Such a man doesn't exist.

lf l help you raise some money and move on in your life -

would you do me a favour? -What?

Be my date at the school dance.

A big party? -My school's 40th anniversary. Everybody's going.

Who is everybody? -Everybody in my class.

Do you promise? -Hey, it's the last ferry!

When is it? -October 14. l'll turn 14 that day.

Easy to remember. -l guess l'll have to come, then.

l have a surprise for you.

What? -l was just wondering.

About what? -Women's thoughts.

Tell me.

l was wondering what you'd look like in a couple of years.

An interesting face. A lot of character.

Got a crush on her? -lt's just business.

Business...

Slightly fuzzy, but very good. -They aren't fuzzy at all.

No?

Are you sure she's going to do well with these? -Absolutely.

Are you okay? -Sure.

l've just had a big project pressing on me lately.

lt seems to take up more and more of my time.

l have a history lesson but l'll come back. -l'll finish them.

Only a couple left. -Thanks.

Esa said you have a girl. -Could be.

Who is it? -My girlfriend, of course. Don't you have one?

These were the best ones. They'll take you anywhere.

Aren't you going to take them? -Thank you.

So, Martti is your girlfriend? -l'm no faggot!

Which one is the bitch? -He just helps me with my photography.

''Photography''... -We'll see who has a girl at the dance.

Who are you taking? -Miss Young Face.

The lesson has started.

Hello. ls Jukka at home? -No. Who are you?

A girl from next door.

A girl from next door?

Excuse me, can you tell me where to find Jukka? -No.

Hey! Maybe Martti is teaching him to play the skin flute.

l didn't think you'd come again. -Well, l did.

Although you are no faggot? -l'm sorry.

remember how l told you to find the soul of your object?

That isn't enough. You have to find your own soul, as well.

lf you haven't found yours, how can you find anyone else's?

Could you turn the plate a little to the left?

ls this okay?

What's wrong?

l'll call an ambulance. -No. ln my jacket pocket...

A little white bottle. Will you give me a hand?

l'm overworked.

l have a big project which now takes 3 days a week instead of 1.

Will you get that? -Yes.

Mum? -Are you okay?

Did you touch Jukka? -l am teaching him.

ln the bedroom? -Stop, mum!

All that's going to stop is your teaching. -lt's stopping anyway.

What? -Let's go.

l want to know why. -There isn't much l can teach you anymore.

Are you quitting school, too? Why? -Please go now.

You have shit for brains! -Yeah right!

At least he cares about me. You do nothing but work.

How can one of those be a teacher? -And one of these a mother?

You aren't going to turn gay! That's for sure!

Jukka, can l come in?

Your supper's cold.

What if we moved? Well, not tomorrow... -Go ahead, move.

You're 13. You can't manage on your own.

l've been doing fine so far.

Damn!

Keep your eyes open.

Don't l know you?

Fuck! Your dad ought to teach you a lesson!

Did you enter my photos in a competition?

''Ms. Johanna Metso, we are honoured to invite you'' -

''to the Miss Young Face 2001 contest. regards, the board.''

Great!

l don't know. -How come?

Looks isn't enough anymore. You have to be smart, too.

But you are! -Come on, l'm a supermarket cashier.

A drop-out. l know three words of English.

''Get a life, kid.'' -What kind of a Miss Young Face would l make?

That's right, a shitty one.

What did you take this one for?

l thought it was interesting.

Sometimes l don't understand you at all.

Not a bit.

l know somebody who can help you out.

Let's go.

That cactus looked a little dry.

This is MaRtti. You�ll Reach me at...

l don't get it.

He's got a new number.

lnfectious Diseases, hello?

What are you doing here? -My words exactly.

Didn't we already say goodbye?

Didn't you have a big project going on? -l do!

Johanna made it to the final. -That's great. Splendid.

And you toddled over to tell me that? -No.

l thought you could teach her some smart words for the final.

l'm not smart. Or l wouldn't be here now.

Go home! l'm not what you think l am.

Who are you then? -Just an old homo.

You are going to die, aren't you?

How dramatic! You are going to die...

The doctors gave me five years. But old age will get me first.

Please go home. -What's the matter with you?

lf l give you some words of wisdom, will you leave me alone?

''Workers of the world, unite.'' That's a good one.

Maybe she should use that because you don't hear it much anymore.

Everybody's changing sides now. Get religion or something...

What? Still here? Go home now.

You are right. l've worked far too much lately.

This girl... -Her name is Johanna.

Johanna... l bet she is very nice but a bit old for you.

Do you know any good bits in this? -l haven't read it in ages. Why?

For Johanna at the competition.

When your dad and l got married, the priest quoted a text about love.

What did you see in dad? -He was quite a funny man.

He made me laugh. -But?

He made all women laugh.

He was a ladies' man? -Yup. Women fall for that kind.

You imagine that you are the one who is going to change him.

Mum...

Would you say l am strong, yet sensitive?

Sure. Why do you ask? -Never mind.

Here it is:

''For love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave.''

''lt burns...'' -''Like blazing fire.''

''Like blazing fire, a mighty flame...''

Does it have to be this long? -Yes.

''Many waters cannot quench love...''

l can't remember it. -''rivers cannot wash it away.''

31 words. You can do it if you want to.

How do l look? -Stunning.

really? -Yes.

How about my behind? Does it show? -Beautifully.

Lots of girls for you to shoot here. -l shoot only you.

Liar!

My dream is to have a huge family.

And lots and lots of children, as well as farm animals.

What a nice dream for a girl from the north.

Let's meet our next candidate: Johanna Metso, 19, from Helsinki.

First l must ask, are you the daughter of Annikki Metso -

the beautiful mermaid from the past? -Yes.

When l was a boy -

l remember dropping her into the water at the amusement park.

You have inherited your mother's looks. How is she?

Dead.

Okay...

Do you have a favourite poem or can you tell us about your dreams?

For love is as strong as death...

lts jealousy unyielding as...

The grave!

Excuse me.

What are you doing? -l'm splitting.

lt isn't over yet. -Yes, it is.

They loved you. -So did the jury.

l made a fool of myself.

Masa is right. l belong to the supermarket and that's that.

There are other contests. -My blue moment has passed.

lf you go now, you'll never become anything. -l won't be laughed at.

Nobody's laughing. -Give it a rest!

l thought you had more guts. -l'm sorry if l let you down.

Never! -She got the loudest cheers.

The daughter of a mermaid. My ass! -This time you are wrong.

Now the juRy will face the difficult task of deciding -

who will become Miss Young Face 2001.

l'm just like my mother. l'll probably die just like her.

Come on.

She was gorgeous but not very bright.

Men treated her like crap and she turned bitter.

One day when l came home from school, l found her lying in bed.

There was an empty bottle of pills on the floor.

And Masa... -What about him?

l'll kill him if he ever touches you again.

Johanna, l love you.

No, you don't. l'm just a mermaid's daughter and nobody loves me.

l don't care what you are or what your mother used to be.

l love you just the way you are.

You are so sweet...

l need to be alone for a while. -Will you come back?

Ladies and gentlemen. Here it is.

The name of our winner. The competition was intense -

and it was difficult to choose one from many equal candidates.

But the decision was unanimous.

Will the three finalists step forward?

Minna Aro.

riitta Salo.

Johanna Metso.

We appear to be missing one of our finalists...

Now they are all here. lt is my great privilege -

to announce the name of Miss Young Face 2001.

Her name is...

Johanna Metso.

Congratulations. -Thanks.

How does it feel now? -Totally unbelievable.

Here you are. -Thanks.

You said beautiful words about love. Do you have somebody special? -No.

l'm sure you'll find one in no time.

Why didn't we discover her? -Well, l tried...

You can take these photos to a modelling agency.

Thanks.

The nude scenes are done in good taste, artistically.

You'll love the script. -That's it. Congratulations.

We could go out for dinner and have a look at the dialogue.

Come with me. l want to show you something.

lsn't it beautiful?

Stop, where do you think you're going?

Martti! -What the hell do you want here in the middle of the night?

Why the fuck did you teach me photography!

Let him stay. lt's all right.

Nothing is right.

Let's hear it. -l smashed my camera.

Where? -Outside Parliament.

Why not smash the Parliament? That would've been radical.

Five years? That was a lie.

read that.

''ln the same way'' -

''the men also abandoned natural relations with women'' -

''and were inflamed with lust for one another.''

''Men committed indecent acts with other men'' -

''and received in themselves the due penalty for their perversion.''

My father was a fervent preacher.

He never approved of me, but he didn't abandon me, either.

Sometimes l hope l got even a drop of his courage.

You are right. l am going to die.

But before l do, please take me outside.

l love the moonlight at autumn. Especially in male company.

Don't worry about going uphill.

l'm just like the old East German lFA car.

Easy to pronounce and light to push.

That was a joke. Humour!

Well, who would cry for an ugly girl anyway.

What do you know about girls? -A thing or two.

Have you ever loved a beautiful woman? -Hold it.

Confessions at Goldfish Pond only. Yes, but it was a mistake.

How come? -She loved the Beatles and l loved the rolling Stones.

lt was never going to work. -Seriously.

Why do you always have to be so serious? Seize the day.

l was just like you, pathetic.

A man is truly in love when he wants a baby.

What a fool l was. -l don't think it is silly at all.

Love makes you do silly things.

Like run around at night, smashing cameras.

Did you even take any pictures? -A little something.

''A little something.'' l will not have such modesty.

You either shoot out of passion or you don't shoot at all.

Photography is about seeing things others can't see.

For example, can you see that lamp post over there?

Okay. l can't see it. What is it like? -An ordinary lamp.

There's no such thing as an ordinary lamp. ls it bright? Does it flash?

Ordinary does not exist.

lt looks yellowish and rather dull. -Good.

What else can you see? -lt is night.

There's no night or day in heaven. Can you see God out there? -No.

Neither did Yuri Gagarin, and he had a ringside seat.

But l still believe there is a God.

What is He like? -l don't know.

But l think He loves all people. -But you aren't sure.

Mum taught me that. -God bless middle-class mothers!

l wish l could believe it, too. -Who says you can't?

What would my old comrades say if l suddenly believed in God?

l bet they wouldn't say a word. They aren't here.

l have underestimated your wits. You are the only one to see me.

Take me back, it's getting cold.

Where have you been? l've been worried sick!

ln the world of grown-ups.

Where's your camera? -l smashed it.

That old thing...

Let's get you a new, better one. -Why bother?.

TheRe�s nothing to shoot anymoRe.

l promise not to hit you ever again. This is your home.

l'll join the AA, or whatever you want.

Five weeks without a drop! l'm a changed man.

l love you like my own daughter.

You should go out for a change.

A girl named Maarit called you to tell you your homework.

She wears braces.

Can you show me some job search pages?

l've had enough of travelling. They need good people here too.

Are you serious? lt's very simple.

l'm not going to preach to you about young love.

But l want you to know -

that when your father and l broke up -

you were the one good thing that kept me going.

Who are you? -Seppo.

You must be looking for Martti? He is...

...gone.

When? -Two days ago. He left you a message.

l'm sorry.

''l changed sides and found my soul.''

''But don't you turn the other cheek, fight back.''

Wow!

Hello, everybody.

My name is Jaana Kukkonen and l'm your new art teacher.

As you see, l have new ideas about how to make drawing lessons -

more interesting and inspiring.

Boys, knock it off.

l thought we'd dismantle the dark room for more space.

We could have a democratic vote about how to use the new space.

What? -Do you oppose the idea?

l do. How do l develop my photos with a democratic vote?

l guess we can find a place for you, too.

lt has to take the equipment, it has to be dark.

As dark as Martti's arse. -Up yours!

l will not tolerate such language in my class.

Perhaps you better go outside and think about what you said.

That old faggot wasn't much of a meal for the maggots. right?

Fuck you!

What's going on here?

That was a big mistake. -Shut up!

Bastard! -Shut up, both of you!

l'd love to keep you two here for a long, long time.

However, l have to supervise the party. You are dismissed.

Should either one of you do it again he will answer to me, face to face.

You came! -That was the deal, remember? October 14.

Would you like to dance? -l'd love to.

He's in my class.

l wondered how you were. -The same as always.

And Martti? -Dead.

l'm sorry. -He made up with the old man upstairs.

Can we make up, too? -Okay.

Do you know how to make up with girls?

Happy birthday, Jukka.

Did you find a girlfriend yet? -No, but l'm working on it.

You'll find one for sure. -And you?

Maybe l'll find somebody.

Johanna, l'd like to tell you that...

You are the best looking girl l ever saw in my life.

Even if my bum and thighs are on the chubby side? -right.

l have to go now. -Will you be okay?

Yes.

Can l take her? -Go ahead.

Nice kid.

Should l be worried?

lt looks like l have a rival. -No, not for another 10 years.

Or at least five.

You know, you suck at basketball.

But you got a good arm. -Want to come and play tomorrow?

Why not.

l love this song. -Me too.

Care to dance? -Nobody else has had the guts to ask me.

l'm not much of a dancer. -l'll show you how.

Subtitles: Marko Hartama / MOVlSlON