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Anyone in here?

Same dream every night. For a year now.

I thought a little party would make it disappear.

But as one wakes up, new nightmares take over.

Where the hell do you think you're going?

SOLAR FILMS PRESENTS

VARES - THE SHERIFF

And then some domestic crime news.

The "Swing Bride murders" Police Task Force has been terminated.

The investigations of the shocking double murder -

have shown no results.

The police are reducing resources...

You OK? - Can you turn the TV off?

Thanks.

Three weeks of deadly, brain-melting heat.

And haunting nightmares.

And a surprising job offer.

What are you staring at?

Your reputation is not flawless. - What?

But it's good enough. - What?

Where were you a year ago? September 17th, Tuesday evening.

Not one of my better days. What do you want?

Are you man enough to go back to the past?

Are we on candid camera?

My employer wants you to find out who murdered Anneli Valkama.

With Mozart playing on the car stereo, -

the servant with a stick up his ass drove me to a luxury bunker.

A glass of Chablis? - Why not, it's past 10 AM.

White wine is good for my sun allergy.

I've had it for a year now. Since Anneli died.

The windows won't allow the sunrays in.

Was Anneli your daughter? - A goddaughter. Like my own.

Thank you, Victor.

Will you accept this assignment?

The police have been investigating...

With zero results! - Right.

It's not an easy evening to forget. - That's why you're the right man.

A thousand a week, regardless of the results.

And a bonus of fifty thousand if you find the murderer.

First stop: Lieutenant Hautavainio. Smoking electronic cigarettes -

but still as ill-tempered as always.

No way in hell. - How about the CSI tapes?

The investigation is over. Come on! - Don't be naive.

It was on TV.

You know well that a murder investigation is never over.

This is my last chance to get back to ground zero.

What the hell do you mean? - I'm traumatized.

I have to get back to the start. Work on it.

The best policemen have been on the case for a year. The best.

I'm not stepping on anyone's toes. - I'm not looking down on you.

What on earth do you think you're going to find out?

The murderer.

Who's your employer?

Don't be naive. - You can't tell?

Ten points.

Is it the local Black Widow?

I knew that. - How?

You blinked. - I'm just an innocent bystander.

I don't need this third degree.

Did she really get you into this? The reason you're still half-mad.

Is that a healthy thing? - What do you want me to say?

Is she paying that well?

I just hope you won't have to regret your decision.

The local underworld seems to be interested too. If I only knew why.

What format are they?

What? - The CSI tapes.

Anneli Valkama, 38.

Ex-girlfriend of the male victim Johannes Salomaa, 44, an ex-cop.

Half-familiar from the old days.

We had agreed to meet that night.

I never found out the reason on the phone.

What was it he wanted to tell me? And why was she there?

CUTS ON THE VICTIM'S BODY: RANDOM OR MEANINGFUL?

I had to find out -

why the underworld was interested in the case.

I see the flag is up! - Nothing to sell today.

Antidote! It's me, Jussi!

What's up? - The Swing Bride murders.

I don't know anything. - About anything.

The word is that your associates are interested in the case.

Why are they interested in this double homicide?

I'm just an errand boy. One of the smallest.

Can you put a word out?

That a local gumshoe is on the case. Officially.

Why would I do that? - Because of our deal.

Of mutual friendship, cooperation, assistance.

I'll talk to Sylvi.

Dear members of the press, and technical expert J. Vares.

You have one hour. You can look, but you can't touch.

One hour is not enough! We have two pages to cover.

Take it or leave it. You just wasted half a minute.

If this was my call, you wouldn't be anywhere near this place.

The old boy network must be behind this.

A deal made at the poker table.

The house goes on the market tomorrow.

I wonder if the new owner will talk?

The dream home finally found a buyer.

I guess it wasn't expensive.

The dude started losing it after the gig in Afghanistan.

That's good. "The veteran who fell from the grace." Headline material.

Back at ground zero.

Ruuhio was now working for yellow press. Right up his alley.

What will sell? What will sell?

Naked women. - The cum on the wall. Sperm!

One from there. This mattress has seen some action. This is life!

He took the war hard.

And society turned its back on the man and his traumas.

Wouldn't be surprised if he had the gun in his mouth once or twice.

Maybe the real reason is in his military past?

No evidence.

A murder always has a motive. Especially a murder like this.

Must be in his police background.

I take it nothing has been taken out?

No.

Nothing at all. Not even the thousand in her wallet.

That wall is cool! Take a picture!

Step aside, please.

That film has been on TV. The name was translated as The Sheriff.

I guess you're right.

This is like the man's soul. Take a wide shot.

Come on. And one of him.

"The investigator returns to the crime scene."

Put the camera away. Just shoot the premises.

Easy does it.

Jussi, let's get out of here.

How about the cutting marks?

We had a legion of specialists investigating. For months.

Their halter theory was the leading option. For a long time.

And the result? - Waste of time.

Except they were cut post mortem.

No system? - None, whatsoever.

Jussi, this is not good for you.

Let's go.

Strange that the male victim looks like a victim of a ritual murder.

She, on the other hand, was killed with one shot to the head.

Strange, isn't it? - We had this collateral damage theory.

She was in the wrong place at the wrong place.

You were taking pictures of the wallpaper!

Ruuhio must've forgotten his blood pressure medication that morning.

My feeling was that the house kept most of its dark secrets.

Come with me. Right now! You'll meet Sylvi.

If that's a go, only one more thing left before meeting the Council.

What thing? - You're too old to ask questions.

You're not bringing that into the car. You're not.

Sorry that you missed your lunch. But we're in a rush.

Besides, it's not my car. - Really?

I can only use it for VIP transportation.

Am I one of those? A VIP? - To me, you are.

THE SALOON

A bar that I haven't been in. An exception to the rule.

Sylvi is waiting. - What is this lady's role in all this?

Kekkonen.

Rauli Kekkonen.

What was this Bob-The-Builder- look-alike? A janitor?

Why was he called with the name of the ex-president's wife?

Jussi Vares.

Antidote told me about you.

You're investigating the double murder.

You'd like to meet certain parties.

That's right. Of course, that depends on the parties in question.

I hear you've studied law.

Although I'm just a small-time private entrepreneur, my ambition -

has been not to contradict the laws of this land very much.

We're not doing anything fishy in here. Nothing illegal.

You already have an employer concerning these homicides?

Possibly.

OK, I want everyone to know -

that our parties want to play with open cards.

Understood. - Right.

As far as I'm concerned, we're good to go.

Further negotiations are between you and the parties.

Only one thing left. An aptitude test.

Part two.

Jussi.

I didn't have time to tell you everything.

The dude we're about the see handles our dirty work, so to speak.

Is this a warning?

Look at that. Ms. Milla Magic noticed Mr. Vares.

She's our computer whiz. Ain't a machine she can't hack.

Milla? - Forget it.

She and Harry Potter have one thing in common.

Which is? - They both like girls.

Here. - Is this the test, part two?

Hi, I'm Seppo.

YOU CAN'T MAKE AN OMELETTE WITHOUT BREAKING EGGS

Mommy.

I can't understand what you're mumbling.

And that's the Wolf.

Hi.

PITY YOU GET FOR FREE; ENVY YOU HAVE TO EARN

Seppo!

Well, we forgot to brush the teeth!

How about a kebab after you're done?

Antidote, get our Tom Thumb from the car.

What's this all about? Really.

Why don't you quit your whining?

Mercy... I haven't done anything...

Let's go, girls.

No point in being sad. You'll get to keep your other thumb.

The left one is better than nothing.

You stay here. We'll have a little chat with the canary bird.

If you're gone when we come back, you're a dead man.

If you call the cops, you're a dead man.

If you ever mention this to anyone, you're a very dead man.

But if you stay put and behave, we'll hire you.

Dead man means... - A dead man!

What was the game for these guys?

Has this been sharpened since the last time? - Yup.

Get ready to burn the stub.

They were interested in the homicides.

So I had to pass the test, although I had zero idea what it meant.

Nice that we reached an agreement.

A fine thing, that consensus.

This is the holy of the holiest.

The Sauna Club.

Step right in.

May I introduce; private detective Vares.

Jussi Vares.

Please, take a seat.

Something to drink?

ONE FOR ME, ALL FOR ME

This load is yours for a hundred thousand.

We deduct the forwarding fees and the inflation rate. - Huh?

That makes 95 thousand altogether. Here's 5 thousand.

My name is Kalle Shostakovitsh.

You've already met these two gentlemen.

We are expecting our fourth member any moment now.

Here's a modest negotiation fee. Compensation for coming here.

No need for a receipt.

We don't want to trouble the overburdened tax authorities.

We're aware -

that you're investigating the Swing Bride Murders.

Our mutual wish is that the truth would be found.

Why are you so interested in these homicides?

We've been watching from the sidelines -

how the police get nowhere.

An unsolved crime is unfortunate for the welfare of society.

Bad for business, for all.

This could be our suggestion.

The reward we're offering is remarkable.

But no results, no reward.

Keep in contact via Sylvi and Antidote.

Before I even consider the assignment, -

I need to know your background.

I'm in the importing business.

I'm a real estate investor.

I operate in many different areas.

We have a fourth musketeer.

What's up, sailors?

A BOTTLE A DAY KEEPS THE DOCTOR AWAY

This dude is one heck of a tough guy.

Shit, these shoes are from Milan.

I'll have a sip of this if you don't mind.

How's the Hulk?

But you're not real seamen.

The only water you've seen is in your mother's eyes.

Pekka, let's go. - Seppo, you're a good dude.

A real decent man. One of the best.

I appreciate you. You're a real fine man...

A small accident. Happens to the best of us.

Needless to say, we are all honest businessmen.

We expect the same from you and your methods.

I had to accept the assignment. The envelope was just too heavy.

God damn, you impressed them.

They usually check the backgrounds, starting from your grandmother.

Half-a-year test period is normal.

Can you drive me home? - Of course.

You have to celebrate this. - I guess.

I was afraid of them, too. In the beginning.

"Post mortem," after death. But the message was from this world.

SEPÄNKUJA ALLEY 3

From an amateur, with an address.

So I was drawn to the shady side of town, to meet the sender.

Why did I run after that creep?

And what the hell was wrong with him?

My best guess is some sort of conspiracy theory.

You can get killed in many ways. It wasn't my time, yet.

Anneli's godfather seemed to be out of this universe.

Sorry about that. I thought you were someone else.

Why such a message? "Post mortem."

I had a theory the police never wanted to hear.

Let's hear it. - The cuts, they're coordinates.

The meridians lead to the same point.

He went on with his theory; UFOs, CIA, ex-presidents.

You've sold yourself to my sister. Were you cheap?

Can you sell yourself to me?

I'll come to your place, after death.

Like Anneli comes to your dreams.

We're all alike. We have the death inside us.

You're Riku's servant. A gun-for-hire...

The boundaries of my employment were stretching all the time.

Your brother attacked me last night. With a chisel.

Who's Riku?

Riku aka Richard is my other brother.

All three of us were Anneli's godparents.

So Richard is my real employer? What? Who's the money man?

Richard pays your salary. On my initiative, though.

Niilo is broke.

I barely get by with the modest inheritance of my late husband.

Assignments like this are peanuts for Richard.

Maybe I should have a word with him.

The males in this family have a gene.

My father called it an insanity gene.

My brothers are between madmen and geniuses.

That's pretty hard not to notice.

Richard is overintelligent. And can't bear to be with people.

He loves solitude, not to be disturbed.

But I'll leave him a message.

If it's one on his better days, he might call back.

Victor, please.

Those dudes have more additives in their bodies -

than cheap sausages do.

Is that right? - Yes, Seppo told me.

I hear they eat cauliflower. Look what their ears look like.

What do they look like?

Cauliflower.

Yippie-kay-yay!

Two Tom Collinses, boy! - And fast!

Don't be shy, hon. I'll just feel you up.

Gents, can you look after our drinks.

While we freshen up a bit.

The young couple should maybe take a break.

This is almost too much.

A lady is a lady, no matter what.

Now that we belong to the same club, -

I'd like to introduce myself.

Jussi Vares. - You're the private investigator. The Maltese Falcon.

I'm no Sam Spade. Just a domestic version, made in the shade.

Milla.

See you around.

This might sound a bit funny, but do we know each other?

I don't think so. I'd know if we did.

On the other hand, I have nothing against it.

Forget it. I thought you were someone else.

Suck it back in.

And don't spit the cum on my shoes; they're from Milan...

Getting a public blowjob is no big deal.

But this dude had a gun in his hand.

That piece is a bit too much. - No licence for it, either.

Who are you calling? - Kalle.

He's the only one who can get the jerk back in line.

Nothing's more dangerous than a drunken bigmouth.

Except a drunken junkie bigmouth.

Girls!

The famous private investigator!

What are we paying you for? Right. The case of the Shield Man.

Shut up, Pekka. - You shut up, you dickless creep.

So, are you up to the job? Vares? You're not talking to me.

Have I done something to you? Eaten your lunch?

I have to call Kalle now.

You're so fucking weird that you must be gay.

Go ahead, call Kalle.

I'll talk to the other limp dick. Man-to-man-talk.

You're so dickless. That's painted all over your faggot face.

How about a little dance? I'll teach you how to tap-dance.

Hey, babe...

No man has ever hit me that hard! - Calm down. It's OK.

Just take deep breaths.

Felt like I went to the other side. At least my dick's length.

What did you see over there?

Nothing. Cause the dick only has one, blind eye.

Our doc's prognosis is not good; I will survive!

Rehab is the best option now.

I've heard that you know a place with a good reputation.

Very convenient. Small groups. Therapy, peaceful location.

But not a cheap one. - Money is not an issue here.

Can you see that he gets transferred? With discretion.

And anonymity? And money's not an issue? - No.

Not in this case, either.

This was not the first time Onni was carrying Pekka -

on his shoulders.

I need to talk to you.

What's this Shield Man crap?

Doesn't that mean a messenger?

A go-between, when the boss wants to be anonymous.

In this case, between The Council and the real boss.

Was the ex-cop the Shield Man?

Or, maybe, Anneli was the Shield Woman?

Jussi, walk softly as fuck now.

A human life means nothing to the Council.

How well did you check -

the background of the female victim?

She ran a very successful accounting agency.

Impeccable reputation. - How about the customers?

Respectable companies. Local, national, even international.

Tax-paying, solvent, legitimate firms. What else can I say?

You have a list of them?

After she died, the company went belly up.

The papers were in a warehouse that burned down.

An arson? - A gas accident.

Isn't that a bit strange? - Why don't you call the Ghostbusters?

But what if she was the real target and the ex-cop just a diversion?

We had the same thought. But that trail went dead cold.

No evidence, no motive.

How about the Financial Crimes Unit?

She was the Entrepreneur of the Year here two years ago.

This is homicide, not a white-collar misdemeanor.

I know. Did you check the customers? - Yes.

And half of the local population. - Maybe that was the wrong half.

Get the hell out of here, Vares! Or I'll call the cops!

The warehouse was easy to find.

The only burned-down wooden house in recent years.

It wasn't a coincidence that the remains of the accounting company -

were burned down so conveniently.

Hello.

Hello!

ACCOUNTING COMPANY VALKAMA

Hard to imagine how much stuff you can have in seven memory sticks.

The bookkeeping was as boring as in my ancient university days.

ACCOUNTING COMPANY VALKAMA Current Account Ledger

CUTS ON THE VICTIM'S BODY: RANDOM OR MEANINGFUL?

THE SHIELD WOMAN? COORDINATES?

Doc, more shit!

Who the fuck is there? Who's playing games?

Fuck.

Shit. Going cold turkey ain't fun...

It all seemed familiar. The nightmares.

But this time I found something new.

Account Ledger. Invoicing.

Symphonies. Shostakovitsh.

I have a few questions.

Some of them might be a bit intrusive.

Victor.

Is it possible that Anneli's business had ties -

to the underworld?

Does the name Kalle Shostakovitsh mean anything to you?

I have reason to suspect -

that some of her clients had ties with illegal activities.

The reason I'm saying this is that I have to dig deeper.

Who knows what I'll find.

Is this what we're paying you for?

Destroying her reputation? - You hired me, to investigate her death.

Maybe she didn't die without a reason like everyone assumes.

If any of this goes public, I'll contact my lawyers.

Restrain yourself from all further actions.

I have to talk to my brother about terminating your employment.

Antidote?

You all know Koskenlaskija. If not personally, at least by the name.

He is the 4th member of the Council.

Irreplaceable. Unique.

It is my sad duty to inform you that he's not with us any more.

We just found out.

A professional hit. One shot, to the head.

I appeal to you all.

I need to hear even the smallest details -

that can shed light on this.

Maybe a dealer? Or someone from the dope gangs?

Unlikely. The MO is different from drug-related killings.

Rather an assassin. - Our source tells us his dear watch was stolen.

I'd like to remind you that it was a 30-grand watch.

The speed freaks and smack users are the main suspects in my book.

Yes? - Was the hit aimed at him or maybe towards the Council?

A relevant question. We have to consider all options.

Maybe an outsider is penetrating here.

And that scenario concerns us all.

And we have hired a professional to investigate this.

This is Jussi Vares. Working under the control of the Council.

All possible help to this dude.

We are now at war. A war against unknown.

The enemy can be anywhere, anytime, anyone.

The drinks are on the house.

Come to the thai boxing with me. To relieve your tensions.

I have no tensions.

Or if I do, boxing won't relieve them.

What will?

Talking about tensions, I'll go shake hands with the unemployed.

A lot of them here.

Men at my age need certain relief. Timing was lucky this time.

The word on the street is that the killer is a woman.

Let's have a beer.

A DRINK TONIGHT? JV

It's in the new Seven Days magazine. In the centerfold.

Where the fuck is it? - It was right there.

The Wolf will go berserk.

Bloody hell. What are we going to do now?

Let's get out of here.

They're OK when things go smooth.

But when the going gets tough, like now, -

it's hard on their nerves. Keep that in mind.

I'll try.

Have they ever talked about me? The Council? Sylvi? Antidote?

People always talk about women like you.

Your likings and preferences.

Here we go.

Do you know what Harry Potter and Milla Motorcycle have in common?

Not a clue.

They both like girls. - Doesn't seem to bother you.

I hear you have a project. - Yep.

What sort of project?

That sort that when it's over, it's better to disappear.

Does the word "Sheriff" mean anything to you?

What is this mysterious Sheriff? The real boss of the Council?

The grey eminence? The invisible man?

He's someone you don't talk about.

People do talk about him. - No one knows.

Now, the time for talking is over.

Oh my God.

Now we've investigated your preferences.

Had to invent a camouflage among all those macho types.

Talking about them, the Sheriff.

The less you know, the better. Knowledge is pain.

Can be.

My theory is -

that the death of the Shield Woman destroyed the relations.

The Council got greedy.

It lifted the loan shark interest rate sky high. Right?

I also have a personal question. - OK. Spit it out.

Did you kill Koskenlaskija?

Is that the word on the streets? - Yep.

Independent women have always scared men.

But did you kill him?

What do you think?

Wait a second.

No? - Of course not.

I also have a question. - Mm?

Don't you really remember me?

Where have we bumped into each other?

Bumping is the right word. Humping is even better.

This is not the first time we're in bed. - No kidding.

Oh yes.

I was a freshman at the University. You had been there for ages.

Oh, the pain of this.

A woman always thinks she will be remembered.

But you are!

Yeah, until the next time.

"You respect me." The signature of an artist.

Cheap - but useful.

THE SHERIFF!!

Hey.

A hell of a way to die.

I always thought it doesn't matter how you die.

What matters is how you live.

I have something I have to transport.

And I don't want to use a Council car.

I feel I have to keep some distance.

So you'd like to borrow my proud Swedish wheels? - Yes.

Your wish is my command.

I'll be at the motorcycle club all day.

Can you drop the car there? - Sure.

Plan your next move carefully.

If I were you, I'd keep some things to myself. A friendly advice.

I see. But guess what?

This is something I'm not keeping to myself...

Anneli had ordered the customized posters -

from her half-mad Godfather.

He had more personalities than hairstyles.

Like the old saying goes: there's a time and place for everything.

But this guy was an exception. Out of place, anywhere.

I'm just having fun.

What's up?

What about that?

The belt buckle had initials. Your initials.

The signature is the only thing -

an artist leaves behind after he dies -

and the casket is closed.

And, as I had predicted, the artist was a victim of his goddaughter.

"You love me. You respect me. You fear me."

Are there others?

"You owe me."

Thanks.

Visual arts were not my specialty.

But I was sure that those cuts meant something.

Here we are.

The moment of truth.

Looks real to me.

Burn it.

Burn it!

It was a pleasure doing business with you.

What was that all about?

A burn-down.

I need to talk to the Council. - Not a good day for that.

The gents are a bit restless. - I can show results.

Sorry I got you into this. Give up your assignment. I mean it.

I know who killed Anneli Valkama.

Tonight we have the wake for our departed member.

My condolences.

We only have limited time. - I understand.

The real target of the murders was not the ex-cop. - Please, continue.

The target was Anneli Valkama. - What makes you believe so?

She was a crucial part of your organization. Irreplaceable.

Even if you were right, you haven't told us who did it.

When I found Salomaa's body, -

his chest was full of strange carvings.

Cuts here, cuts there.

After re-organizing them a bit, a strange thing happened.

They formed a symbol.

A star. So what? - A sheriff's star.

Can that mean... - Hell, how come we didn't get that?

Shut up. Boys!

Onni.

Mr. Vares, I'm sure you understand how serious your accusations are.

If I'm asked to investigate a homicide, -

that's exactly what I'll do.

We don't know the identity of the Sheriff.

You'll get paid when you find out who he is, -

not a second before that. - And now, get the fuck out.

Are you tired of living?

What are you doing? - Exactly what they wanted me to do.

Can't you see that the Sheriff can be one of them?

That's the way it goes.

And now he has a really good reason to get rid of you.

Hell, I warned you. - If you take a job, you have to finish it.

Hi. - Hi.

What's up? - Let's carry that to the car.

What do you have in here? Bricks? - Hard drives.

Right.

You OK? - Never better.

I was late. My friends had already started without me.

The Eldorado of intoxication is waiting.

The Shangri-la of alcohol is here.

The epic euphoria of brandy lingers on.

Five-point hint. - Fred Zinnemann, 1952. Olympic year.

4 Oscars. First "real time" movie.

Cooper plays the sheriff, abandoned by everyone.

In the end he's all alone. - Is that right?

He's right.

If the poster is my symbol, what would I be like?

Someone wanting to be cool.

Or someone who thinks the whole world is against him.

"The whole world is against him."

God damn, that makes sense. - What did I say? The Shangri-la!

Just thinking about Pekka.

I found this at the door.

Who brought these?

Not a clue.

The drinks for the wake all taken care of.

The creep here is selling Pekka's watch. It's you. Can you explain?

I admit, but I found the watch in my car. It's true.

What a nerve. Fuck!

May I ask what you're doing here? - I'd like to meet my employer.

Ex-employer. You mean Mrs. Valkama? - No, Richard Rantala.

He doesn't live here.

I must ask you to leave.

Vares.

In the hicks, why?

That tape is useless. Doesn't even stop the noise.

The Department of Pathology. Why are we here?

Does the name Anki mean anything to you?

Anki Salmenautio? - Never heard.

You know her better as Milla.

I did know Milla.

A strike from the underworld. They didn't spare the bullets.

The bullets were meant for me.

I signed her death penalty.

Anki was one of us. She knew the dangers.

Lieutenant Salmenautio. Ex-Central Crime Police, ex-Special Branch.

Law degree. On a temporary assignment here.

To infiltrate the inner circles of the organized crime.

Maybe we should call Kalle first? - Whose side are you on?

The Sheriff or the Council? - Give me a break.

I'm asking you and you are answering. - Stop this, please.

The Sheriff is taking the Council down.

But it's going to be vice versa. Right, Wolf?

Stay here. Keep your eyes open. I'm going to get rid of the Wolf.

Seppo?

Kalle? - What?

What the hell?

Seppo has gone mad. Antidote sent me a message.

We must go. Knowing Seppo, there's only one place they can be.

Wolf, turn around.

On your knees.

Say your prayers.

Amen.

Richard!

Richard?

Good evening, Sheriff.

Jussi Vares.

And still alive.

Strange. I thought I got rid of you.

But I was mistaken.

Mediocrity is contagious. It spreads like a forest fire.

Sticks like a disease.

Anneli, for example.

A decent money launderer, -

a mediocre shield man but a bad blackmailer.

In the end, a very limited person.

By telling tales, she also got her ex-husband killed. How stupid.

The Council, as a concept, was not mediocre.

Well administrated, a good executive organ.

But only, if well controlled -

and if the members don't take privileges.

Holy Mediocrity.

You all turned your backs on the Sheriff, the perfect concept.

You were nothing without me.

That's why it was only a matter of time.

The Council had to be taken down. You signed your own fate.

Kalle, I'm afraid that is empty.

Even mediocre people know something. Basic mathematics.

Five minus four is one.

And that one is enough for me.

An ubermensch complex or schizophrenia? Don't know.

But there was something brilliant about the Sheriff's double life.

A master and a spy, in the same persona.

I knew perfectly well that I was contradicting the law.

But at the moment, it felt like the only thing to do.

When the printer is out of ink, and the keypad is disfunctioning.

Very hard for a writer.

Creativity is stuck before it's started? - That's the way it goes!

Don't worry, I'll give you my old laptop. The keypad works.

Don't worry. No rush. - You'll get to work.

I'm not in a rush, my deadline is far away.

LOCAL HERMIT MILLIONAIRE MISSING

The poster trade seems to be risky. - Most likely.

My focus is nowadays on the other lines of business.

Like? - I just bought a pig farm.

You have a lot of discreet information -

about me and my businesses.

I told the police what I saw fit.

The wheels are rolling. The caravan is moving on.

I'm still at large. - You are. But for how long?

This is a small town. - But Russia is a big country.

My plan is to expand the farming activities over there.

No thanks.

Rantala's secretary paid me a generous advantage.

I'm keeping it.

First time in my career when the murderer paid my fee.

When you once step on the gray zone, -

the next time is much easier.

Can be. But I'll try to stay on the narrow path.

Between us, that path is so boring.

Small advice, for a talented man.

The new sheriffs will always need new councils.

Who was that dude?

Someone selling magazines.

Offered me a farming magazine. - An urban warrior has no need for that.

No. But how about? - OK!

I'm buying! - Doubles! - Of course.

DIRECTED BY HANNU SALONEN

BASED ON A NOVEL BY REIJO MÄKI

WRITTEN BY HANNU SALONEN & MIKA KARTTUNEN

PRODUCED BY JUKKA HELLE & MARKUS SELIN

LINE PRODUCER SAARA KANKAANPÄÄ

CINEMATOGRAPHY BY PINI HELLSTEDT F.S.C.

PRODUCTION DESIGN BY ANTTI NIKKINEN

COSTUME DESIGN BY TIINA WILÉN

MAKEUP DESIGN BY MARI VAALASRANTA

EDITED BY KAUKO LINDFORS

SOUND DESIGN BY PETER NORDSTRÖM

ORIGINAL MUSIC BY MICHAEL KLAUKIEN & ANDREAS LONARDONI

English subtitles by Mika Karttunen