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- So we're all sixteen now. - Yeah.

- Yes. - Yippee.

Doesn't feel like it.

Or look like it.

Wouldn't like to look so old this young.

Yes, you would.

Can I start the car?

- No way. - Why not?

- It's fucking embarrassing. - Huh?

- You realise how dorky it is? - What?

Sitting still in a running microcar.

We'll freeze here, how dorky is that?

- Don't do it. - Do it!

Alright, let's not sit still.

BUBBLE

One problem is that today

boys watch a lot of porn.

That's something else than

a respecting partnership and tenderness.

What good sex essentially is.

I mean, real sex. Sex is a great thing.

- Wonderful, beautiful, important... - Right, we know that.

Tell her what Pyykkönen said.

- Who's Pyykkönen? - Dad's grammar school teacher.

Never been to grammar school.

- I don't know what you're getting at. - I'm sorry, go on.

Put that phone away.

It's important to remember that a hard-on turns a boy into a hardhead.

Okay, thanks.

Pyykkönen is right. Keep condoms with you.

Situations may just pop up at your age.

- Hi. - Sup.

Doesn't mean you should rush out to mess around.

There are many good things about waiting.

- People always realise it too late. - Let's keep this simple.

There.

They are not just for contraception.

But...

Young people know.

Genital warts are pretty painful.

We have the Net. Can I now go and vomit?

We have to be frank about these things.

Forget something?

And don't believe everything you see on the Net!

- There's a lot of rubbish. - Don't yell!

I'm not yelling.

If you think you're so much

better at this, you do it.

She's now googling for photos of genital warts.

Well, it's done now.

Who's here?

Probably mostly seniors.

All older than us anyway.

- Come to the hot tub. - In your dreams.

Come on!

- Hi. - Hi!

There's no one here!

To hell with this! Fucking torture device!

- I'll never wear it again. - It doesn't even show.

That's the fucking point.

- Occupied! - I need to piss!

Fuck, Krisse came in.

- Krisse? - Yeah.

She's so fucking transparent.

She's all the time like please fuck me!

I can't fuckin' stand her!

I won't mess with any guy this year.

You sure? 45 minutes is a long time.

Fuck off, Eveliina.

But it doesn't mean I can't pimp you two.

Exactly.

You can have your first kiss, you haven't ever kissed.

I'll teach you, it's not that hard.

We can have a kissing school! Linda's kissing school!

What about Vallu?

He golfs, I can't date a golfer.

You don't have to date him, you can just bang him.

If character's important, how about Timotei?

No.

Well, Sami H?

He's cute now, but his genes will make him fat in his thirties.

He'll go to the gym to compensate it.

And turns into a really gross grease neck wife beater.

If a guy spoke about chicks like that you'd raise hell.

What about Joni? Fancy a fierce men's rights activist?

My genes will probably make me go bald in my thirties,

get depressed and the meds

will make me super bloated.

I don't know how I'll compensate for that

but you tell me, you're so good at profiling.

Yeah, you'll get bald. But what hurts you more

is to realise you never became a rock star.

You start to drink,

spend your days at the mall pissing your pants.

Just like your dad.

Okay.

You won't go bald or stay here pissing your pants.

You'll move to the city but realize

you're not the prettiest, fastest and sharpest anymore.

You can't take it and move back here.

Marry some other local royalty, pop out three kids with him.

Calm down now.

I am totally calm.

You'll build a huge house on the shore

and watch reality TV forever.

He said you're the prettiest.

Four, three, two...

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!

- I love you two! - I love you too!

Watch the door.

Oh fuck.

- Oh fuck! - Take me home.

I can't. I'm out of gas.

Your dad was easily my favourite teacher.

He didn't hate me

though I was fucking annoying.

He knew I had dyslexia and ADHD,

that I was really interested in history.

Your dad let me walk in class. I stroll around, relax.

I never screwed around on purpose and Teuvo knew it.

He's a good teacher.

Strict, but doesn't nit-pick.

I know I can't concentrate.

I fucking know myself.

Hitler's head got messed up, wanting to go to Russia

though it wasn't worth it, 300,000 dead in Stalingrad.

Germans just died, they can't stand the cold.

I bought two!

Open the door!

Wasn't that your mum?

Mum's cousin, they look alike.

HKY-744 Seat Ibiza Owner: Laakso, Petra

SCHOOL SOCIAL WORKER PETRA LAAKSO

Yes?

Can I come in?

Of course.

- Sit down. - I don't need to.

Right.

I haven't seen you here before.

My head hurts.

Okay.

You mean it hurts, or more like a mental thing?

It hurts.

- Then it's more for the nurse... - She wasn't there.

Alright then.

I think I have...

Is it exam week now?

Yeah.

- Do I take it here? - That's the rule.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

Would I still have time to study for another profession?

One with no representing or pretending all the time.

Eveliina, help me and wash my new spotted blouse?

With the delicates.

Grandma's cardigan, too.

Your visits have cheered up Grandma, thanks for that.

You hear me?

Yeah.

LOCATE PHONE

Where the hell is it?

LOCATION ON

Oh yes.

We need a couple of waitresses for the company party.

We're short of staff.

Would you and Mia like to make some extra money?

Yeah.

Ask Mia tomorrow, I need to know by Friday.

Bye.

Where did Mum go?

To some concert.

- Why didn't you go? - No!

And it's a girls' night out.

Should I teach you to bind one of these?

This is Kahri's The Bogeyman in perch colours.

Do you guys have sex anymore?

Excuse me?

You said these things should be frankly discussed.

Yes.

Yes, you have sex or yes, should be discussed?

Yes to both.

Hey.

Let's bind Ake , been a long while.

When did you last make love?

- Or a Bomber . - You don't even remember.

They are not so remarkable events at my age

that I'd memorise the dates.

But if you're so interested, I can look it up.

- You write them down there? - No, no.

These other notes help me to remember.

- You don't have to. - No, I'm interested too.

No, stop. That's really depressing.

Stop it!

Why are you so interested in our sex life?

A couple needs to have sex or the relationship fails.

Everyone knows that.

There's a lot more than sex that keeps people together.

You might have a narrow view

of what's important in the union of two people.

And we have sex and it's good.

- What else do you have? - Well.

It's a pretty wide spectrum of partly abstract things.

Respect, trust, giving space to each other.

Tolerating annoying behaviour.

At a concrete level, shared responsibility.

Experiencing, doing things together.

What do you experience and do together?

Try to get interested in Mum's concert's and so on.

A couple has to have sex, date nights, spa weekends.

Common hobbies.

And so on.

Step up.

Locating the phone of user Mum.

Mum's phone is located at Kolmperse Lake.

If this is some egg-painting course I won't...

Want us to go back?

What is it now?

You and Mum were supposed to do something together.

But we don't do anything together either.

The three of us.

Shoulders relaxed, loose wrists.

Keep your pants on and God on your mind.

No, not really.

As we have some newcomers,

let it be known that playing the guitar is like

making love to a beautiful woman.

But the ukulele,

it's like getting some from her prettier daughter.

Oh Christ.

Let's Ride A Tandem, okay?

I came out of the jungle,

between the rock and the hard place

Sitting on a low seat

you watched me search my way

Wandering on the highways,

briefcase full of wreaths

Don't throw me off your lap now that I'm on my feet.

Let's ride a tandem,

making noise and spitting 'bout

On home village lands

asking for the way to the wedding

Business call.

I've been to Tibet,

Moscow and Rööperi

Well?

This was it for me.

You can't know after one time.

Honey, at this age I can.

We'll find something else.

- The whole body cramps. - And the fingers.

One good micronutrient is potassium.

Locating the phone of user Mum.

Mum's phone is located at Kolmperse Lake.

Rock'n'roll! See?

It's not easy, the line goes stiff in the cold.

I thought we should catch up.

How are you doing?

Like, are you stressed?

Yeah.

Why didn't you answer anything in the test?

You could've at least guessed.

If you didn't have time to study.

You could've done it.

No use worrying about us, we're doing great.

Where did you get the idea that we have a problem?

Hey!

You're not seven anymore, you should speak up.

Can we go to the cottage?

Today? Isn't it a bit late?

It could help.

I feel like your pancakes.

Hey.

I couldn't know you feel pancakey.

I guess we have to. Let's go.

I don't want to after all.

- Let's go back home. - Hey, c'mon.

We didn't come all this way for nothing.

I have a test tomorrow.

All you get are straight A's.

Take it a bit easier with school.

Dad, for real. I must study.

We're here already.

All right. Bring the batter.

I'll come right away.

What the hell?

Don't move.

There.

What is it?

I feel a little sick.

I guess I should lie down.

How about just getting some donuts on the way back?

Maybe it's also because I'm an only child.

Maybe they should've had another?

I don't know if they'd be together without me.

Maybe I'm the wrong kind, too problem-free somehow.

Maybe I'm just some "we're normal" thing for them.

Maybe I should give up and let them get divorced.

I don't want the same model for my own relationships.

OLD AGE HOME

My final exams and the rest of my life are all going to shit.

I'll be a child of divorce.

Dad will get depressed and can't do anything with his life anymore.

I'll have to take care of him.

Maybe this is some midlife thing.

A final flail before they calm down.

No more?

I won't give up yet.

Welcome, pancakes will be served soon.

- Are you alone? - Mum's supposed to come too.

- Where is she? - Don't know, somewhere.

She'll show up soon.

Lots of smoke, some of these are wet.

All right. Here you are.

I don't get you.

- You're distressed. - Yeah.

Like everything's going wrong, breaking apart.

What is everything? School?

- Friends? - Everything.

Have you had some specific cause of stress?

Yeah.

- Can you describe how it feels? - Like hopelessness.

Lack of enjoyment, anger.

Irritability, self-destructive thoughts at least.

Like so.

Can you say where your bad feeling comes from?

Yes.

You don't have to tell me,

but it would do you good to talk to someone.

Your Mum... your parents might be easiest.

I'm bound by confidentiality, but I could tell them

that you're not feeling as well as you should.

- And that you should talk. - Yeah. Do it.

- Will you do it now? - Yes, right away.

When will this Dog Filter disappear?

Did you hear?

Joni said to Rasse who said to Emmi or someone,

who said to this slut that he'd like to call you.

You hear?

- Hey. - Huh?

Or, you know, he'd like to play you.

What?

- Or he just wants to call Eve. - Even he's not that weird.

What's weird about that?

No-one calls anyone anymore.

Whatever.

- It's not whatever. - Whatever.

Don't try me.

Everyone can see you're into him.

We're there.

No, we're not.

Where are we?

Is that the lake?

That's a field.

Look.

- Is it... - Damn.

Really scary!

Go and get treated for real.

- You stalking us? - Yeah.

I've skipped gymnastics, have to catch up to graduate.

You want these checkpoints?

I made them up.

Haven't you found them?

I made them up.

What the fuck?

They're real.

They are, I swear.

Okay, thanks, we're going.

- School's that way. - Yeah, we know.

Let's go.

- Where we going? - Shut up.

Don't look.

- Hi, honey. - Hi.

Why haven't you told us you're distressed and depressed?

We can't help you if we don't know.

I knew something was wrong

when you didn't answer anything in that test.

I think we've put too much emphasis on school.

You had said that something

that happened has made you feel bad.

- Want to tell us what it was? - Is it school-related? Friends?

- Are you being bullied? - No.

Has someone done something? Harassed you?

Have you done something against your will?

- Hey? - No.

Can I eat now?

This is stressful.

- Don't stare at me. - Take your time, honey.

- I thought you had something? - I'll cancel it.

This is much more important.

You haven't been home much.

- Let's put ourselves aside for a while. - Yeah.

- For some time? - Yeah.

Hey.

Let's have some ice cream.

Talking is really difficult, we know that.

But you have to tell us something, so we can help.

Honey.

Everything feels sort of empty.

And I'm still stressed.

Everything's sort of black.

Maybe I should try some weed.

- I wouldn't try that first. - Cannabis is fat-soluble.

- It accumulates in the brain. - Everyone smokes weed.

- Everyone? - Maybe not everyone.

Let's try to fix this without any chemicals.

- Therapy, more outdoor sports. - I already do sports.

Cannabis is used as a legal medicine.

- Like mushrooms and opioids. - That's totally different.

To treat MS disease and for pain relief, for fuck's sake.

Right.

How can we help you?

I'm sorry I got upset.

Go ahead and say, honey.

You could be home more.

Okay.

Of course.

Eveliina! Come here.

Well?

- Done your homework? - Yeah.

I'll teach you Grandma's tart recipe. Put this on.

Christmas is over already.

You wanted us to spend more time at home.

I cancelled my evening out. This is fun!

No sense in you lying around farting in your room.

- What do I do? - Take this.

Then you put in four decilitres of flour.

You're not doing full measures.

- Give it to me. - I don't remember how much I put in.

Doesn't matter.

Now look. Fill it to the brim.

You haven't forgotten Friday's waitressing gig?

No.

Good.

Look!

Has something happened?

Is he all right?

I knew it.

He set off with such pride.

Hi!

Hi!

- Did your bike break down? - What? No.

- Tomppa brought you home. - Yeah.

Didn't want to push myself too much.

- What's happening here? - Making Grandma's tarts.

- Why didn't you call us? - I was near Tomppa's place.

- Isn't it a bit late for tarts? - That's what I said.

- They taste the same. - If you like the taste of tarts.

Tomppa lives beyond Pilpala. It's thirty kilometres away.

Running out of energy is a liberating feeling.

You're not actually tired or out of breath.

You just can't continue, you run out of gas.

So you're not hurt, didn't fall off your bike?

I just reached my limit, happens in endurance sports.

It's all about pushing your limit.

Lactic acid converts into energy

and you push the limit forwards, it's brute work.

There are no shortcuts.

- I can't anymore. - What?

I've reached my limit too.

I can't do this.

Well? What?

Dad.

Don't get mad.

I've wondered if you've been wondering

that you might be asexual.

Someone who doesn't feel any sexual attraction at all.

Or nearly at all.

And if you are, it's okay.

I see.

But thanks for... that I exist.

Or, well.

Never mind.

What?

I don't look like either of you.

Like your kid.

It doesn't matter, you're still my Dad.

Hello now.

You overanalyse this a bit.

Dad, don't.

I don't need to hear again that I don't understand.

Loose wrists!

But nothing loose in your pants!

Loose wrists!

But nothing loose in your pants!

But nothing loose in your pants!

Loose wrists!

But nothing loose in your pants!

That's it! Thank you, very good!

Great, Teukka goes for a solo.

- It's not real! - Yeah.

Her folks decided not to go to the cottage, so no party.

But you'll help me destroy all this booze?

I want to get really wasted, or at least try.

I'm going to Mikke's place. You come, too!

- He's got a twelve-year-old brother! - Bite my ass!

I'll climb into bed with you.

- And Mia won't answer. - Yeah. Right.

- Her mum found her beers. - Eat shit!

Grab on to me, draw stars in my eyes

We'll drive towards the dawn along the shores through the land

Driving fast in silence

You can lick tequila off my skin

You're my rising sun, my only home

Driving fast, in some motel

You can lick tequila off my skin

Girls...

I'm actually drunk, girls, I promise...

I need to pee.

The cliff shelters me when I...

Fuck!

Is she pissing?

I'll go and check on her. You go home.

- What you gonna check? - Bye.

See ya. Take it easy.

What's up?

- Just about to go home. - Oh.

Better not to drive in that condition.

Hey!

- Fuck off! - Stop!

Get away!

What you doing?

You hear? Stop!

Thanks a fucking lot everyone!

Anyone home at your place?

Right. Here we are.

Hey.

We should go now.

What the hell?

She's a bit drunk.

- What is it? - Give her to me.

Yeah.

She pissed herself.

- Her pants, I mean. - What's happened?

- Did you get her drunk? - No.

You can go now.

- She's totally wasted. - Who's that?

Teuvo!

Should I use first names or not?

The day is five minutes longer today.

Agnes Meyer. No, President Meyer.

We're going towards the light.

Do you have to think out loud?

Hideaki. No... Just vice president Shimabukuro.

It's more stylish. Still feeling ill?

- Want a painkiller? - No.

Furthermore, her colleagues claim that she found new youthful drive and sass

during these last twelve months.

We in the executive board feel that the sassiness is exactly

what our company needs to excel in these everchanging market conditions.

So, without further ado,

the Lautor employee of the year: Tuija Kielokoski.

Thank you, president Meyer, vice-president Shimabukuro.

This year has been game changing for me and the whole company of course.

We are truly a family, we need each other.

And they open the champagne bottles with a big big sword.

Yes.

Yes, but you don't actually need a sword to do it.

- Hello, ladies! - Hello!

No, you can have any kind of metal spatula or a knife to do it.

Okay.

You just have to have the right movement.

Like this and strong enough.

And then POKS and the champagne comes out.

It's really easy.

- Yes, yes, that's nice. - We have done it.

It is the same in English by the way. Poks.

Maybe it's the same thing.

Sorry.

Good stuff.

White wine.

Yes.

Yes, I mean...

So what's happening here?

Well...

- Career moves? - Yeah, maybe so.

Is these some "pillutwist meininki"?

"Pillutwist", what does that mean?

See I'm learning a bit Finnish everytime I'm here.

What does it mean, pillutwist?

What?

You have to push your tongue out.

Noni. I'll call you later.

- Thighs, or how do you say... - We're going now.

What the hell?

- We have a deal. - About what?

We have a deal and I've gone by it.

If one has something, the other doesn't have to know.

And yet I know, and besides.

The deal is more symbolic to me.

What the hell for have I... Has this always been -

Don't be ridiculous!

Answer my question! I think it would be fair.

- Not here! - Goddammit!

It was this close that the girl saw you

and that social worker clit banging.

We were coming there to make pancakes.

What the hell would she have thought

seeing you two asses up next to the fireplace?

What would it have done to her mind?

She's already feeling that something's wrong.

You and your fly binding!

You compare fly binding to eating pussy?

Shut up!

I can't take this.

I couldn't care less about you messing around.

But I'm concerned about our daughter's well-being.

Act responsibly and tell her what you're doing.

What?

Surely you have some plan with this dyke.

I suppose I have.

- Dad and I have something to tell you. - Yeah.

The thing is...

- I am... - Wait.

I have something to tell you, too.

I'm pregnant. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for not telling you.

Okay.

Everything will be alright.

What week are you on?

Eighth, I think.

Okay.

That's good, you're in the early stages.

Termination is still easy.

And we strongly recommend it.

It's your decision, and we support you.

You're still a child yourself, you have a lot to experience yet.

But you don't have to decide on anything yet, honey.

I guess you want to think about it, and talk to the dad as well.

Who is it?

- Joni. - Lunden?

- Don't do anything to him. - Goddammit.

It doesn't matter. It was just a dumb thing.

It's all right, honey.

We understand your behaviour better now.

I'll make an appointment with my gynecologist.

No.

I'll handle this myself, don't interfere.

Shit.

No!

Fuck.

Then I said I'm pregnant by Joni. I lied in panic.

Maybe I should confess and see what happens.

What?

This?

Diapers?

Wait a moment.

Hey.

It smells of shit there, I almost fucking threw up.

Easy now. We'll look into it.

Without me there she'd still be lying in her shit.

We should really consider some other place.

- I'll call her doctor. - A doctor won't change diapers.

Have you thought about your own situation?

Haven't had the time.

I once went through a termination. In case you have questions.

When?

A long time ago. When I was younger.

- Had I been born then? - No, you weren't.

Thank you!

Enjoy your meal?

Good.

- Anything more perhaps? - No, thanks.

Hey.

Me and Dad were thinking.

I could come back to the ukulele class.

- Maybe you just gave up too easily. - Yes.

And you mentioned leave rotation.

- What? - Yeah.

- How about six months at home with you? - I'm sixteen!

And pregnant.

- And you considered four-day work weeks? - Yeah.

We'd be home more.

All of us, together.

Hey.

Dad said I'd make a proper ukulelellist yet.

- Ukulelelist. - Ukulellist.

Ukulelulist.

Feel any better than before?

Yeah, it got better once I told my parents.

Talking usually helps.

How do you feel about talking more to a psychologist?

Don't know if I'll have the time.

So many other things I have to learn and get.

Maternity clinic too, I guess.

Maternity clinic?

I'm pregnant.

Okay.

- Is it like a good thing or... - Yes.

One reason why I've been depressed

is that Mom and Dad haven't been getting along.

But it looks much better now, they've become closer.

They have new hobbies together.

- They're awfully sweet to each other. - Sounds good.

I can hear it all the way to my room.

- Congrats, of course. - Thanks.

- Big changes. - Yes.

This changes pretty much everything.

Yep.

I'll have to look into this to see how it is going.

Do that.

Thanks for being such a safe adult.

Hey!

- Come now. - Stop it!

Are you crazy?

Your dad almost accused me of rape.

The fuck you claim you're pregnant by me?

- What did you tell him? - What?

- Does he know it's not true? - I couldn't say anything.

That's your business.

I didn't plan it or anything.

I don't know. I guess I'm pretty dumb.

Okay.

I'll keep my mouth shut until you've dealt with this.

You do realise that

it might be better for them to get a divorce?

For your sake as well.

Does this look disgusting?

But once you taste it mixed up like this

you have to do it every time.

Or it feels incomplete.

Try it.

But then you'll always have to mix it.

Maybe you shouldn't.

Why don't we start a band?

A real band?

Like White Stripes.

A similar one.

They look like junkies.

They were married.

Then they broke up.

- I think I'll go now. - Okay.

- It was fun. - Yep.

- Well? - What?

Have you already?

- We're just texting. - I don't get you.

- Don't you think he's creepy? - No, he's not.

Travelling.

- Yess! - Cool down, Lunden.

You have to dribble the ball.

- Right, change players. - I'll make a goal soon.

Travelling again. Lunden, you have to dribble it.

Let go. Stop it!

- Are we going? - In a minute.

Okay. I get it.

- See you. - Yeah.

- Sup. - Lunatic.

Better a lunatic than a bore.

- How's your Saturday night? - We'll make a demo.

- Isn't it Valentine's Day? - Or an American hype day.

- Yeah, hype sucks. - Yes, exactly.

What?

- I just changed seats. - Right.

- Something wrong? - What do you mean?

- No. Or is there? - I'm fine.

- Alright then. - Fine.

- Fucking fine. - I don't get it.

Me neither.

- Shall we? - Yeah.

Eveliina, we're going now.

Where are you going?

- For dinner. - And drinks.

- And a museum, maybe. - Or a movie.

A hotel.

- Who are those for? - Oh yes.

Thank you.

- Happy Valentine's Day, dear. - Lovely.

- Put these in water for me? - Yeah.

Bye. Have fun.

- For sure. - We will.

- I so won't get in. - Me neither, fucking bad idea.

The best idea and I basically know the bouncer.

Right.

I look like I'm going door to door at Easter.

I'm Eveliina, I'm twelve, may I bless you?

Let's bless the bouncer.

Eveliina, keep your mouth shut so your braces won't show.

How does it go? I wave a twig?

Fresh and healthy for the year ahead.

- A twig for you. - A cider for me.

Stop it. Let's smoke in the line so the bouncer sees it.

- Us coughing? - Oh my days, a great idea!

Okay, I'll think of something.

Oh shit, I'd forgotten!

The social worker is a lesbian!

My mum heard she's dating or banging some babe.

Yeah, she's got that vibe.

- She looks at you that way. - That's old news.

They've split up already.

- Besides, isn't that private? - How would you know?

How come Eveliina knows everything again?

Thanks, come in.

Hi. Do you have ID?

I left it home or something. I came here last week too.

Was a different bouncer. You have to show it again.

- Have a nice evening. - I come here real often.

Keep your ID with you. Next time.

What the fuck, dickless wonder.

Hi, welcome.

- We can go there too. - Some corner table then.

I can ask someone to get us drinks.

This place is a real dump.

- Let's sit here. - What?

Take your coats off, act normal.

Thank you, Miska.

And the next performer is Teukka.

- I'll ask that guy. - Him?

- You're not bringing him here. - What the hell?

What's this smell?

Hi.

Would you get me and my friends three ciders?

We're almost eighteen.

Please.

Fuck, no.

Where you going?

Eve, where you going?

Fuck off now.

What are you doing?

None of your business. Speeding things along.

Is Petra your Mum's squeeze?

Not bad at all.

Quite a mega catch, like on the minority front.

I'm sorry if my Mum's lesbianism bothers you.

I don't care if she's an autosexual or something.

Gee, thanks.

You don't have to explain.

I don't care if you're gay.

I don't need your advice in this or anything else.

Fuck off.

Got it.

Want me to close the door?

Hi, Tupu.

I've decided it's better for us to break up.

Our relationship causes distress to Eveliina.

You did really wrong letting your daughter think

we'd ended our relationship.

I fear you may cause irreparable damage to your daughter.

Thanks for understanding, have a nice springtime.

Yours, Petra.

- At least I'm polite. - I should've guessed.

I'll fix this.

Let's not take this too seriously.

Maybe she's right.

What do you mean?

I'll take care of this.

Stop fucking patronising me!

Go away!

Where's Mum?

- She sleeps. - It's eight o'clock.

It's eight o'clock.

- Her phone keeps ringing. - Let it ring.

She has a migraine. And she's on sick leave.

- Why? - She's not feeling well.

- Burnout? - Something like that.

- Did she tell you something? - Yeah.

Nothing you need to worry about.

- Should you? - No.

Mother was...

a cheerful and strong person.

She loved nature.

Loved all sorts of things.

Too many, some thought.

She wasn't prudish in that sense.

Mother and Father were married for 51 years.

- Was she a serial cheater? - Evidently happily.

No.

They looked after each other, Father said.

- She had men. - Turning a blind eye.

- But Erkki was number one. - He wasn't prudish either.

- They had all sorts of things. - Now they will rest side by side.

So it's in the genes.

A big thanks to Father for letting Mother be what she was.

Farewell, Mother.

Hey, Jaws.

Instead of worrying about us oldies

shouldn't you be living your own life?

I'll go and check.

Come here! Free comfort pussy!

- Is this the house? - Yeah.

I can walk home.

Eveliina!

- Come here. - I won't drink.

I think you know that...

Mum had this short thing with someone.

But it's over now.

We'll focus now on our family.

And the baby to come.

Oh, right.

- I think I had a miscarriage. - What?

I think I wasn't pregnant after all.

- You think or you weren't? - I wasn't.

Bye!

- Eve! - You made it after all!

- Right. Sorry. You alright? - Yeah.

Hey, wait!

- Take it! - I'm not staying.

- I'm not staying. - Yes, you are.

It was my third.

- Look after her. - I sure will.

Okay.

Go get him, girl!

- A bit cold. - Ever heard of quilted jackets?

A conspiracy of the elite. Can't.

And now what?

My place or yours?

- I want to slide downhill. - Me too.

I just hadn't the guts to suggest.

Did you know that stealing a child's sled

gets you thrown into hell with ass Ebola.

We're returning this.

- Right. - Okay.

This won't end well.

You're alive.

But I could've died.

- Does my moustache prick you? - What moustache?

Can you help me?

Okay.

She lives in the middle of nowhere.

She may not want to have anything to do with your folks.

At least I'll have tried.

We'll turn there.

Are you okay?

Hey. Are you hurt?

No. I guess.

- Are you hurt? - No.

- Oh, hell. - I can't get out.

- Is it dead? - I don't know. Fuck.

- Are you alright? - It's dead.

- Oh no. - We have to bury it.

Of course we will. You didn't hit your head or anything?

I don't want any drunk hunter swines to eat it.

No one will eat it.

Petra saw you, she's coming there. She'll be there before us.

- You're not drunk, are you? - No.

- They'll kill me. - They won't.

Is that her?

- Oh, Petra? - Yes.

- Did she sound drunk? - No.

That damn car is history.

There they are.

Oh, no.

That one gets in our way.

Oh shit.

We'll behave and stay calm.

Let's handle this with style.

Will she or won't she?

- Let her go now. - But she's not going.

- Oh hell! - Shit!

- Let her go first. - This isn't fucking real.

What will you do? Who goes first?

So I'm going now. You'll let me, okay.

Oh, God's guns!

Just put it there.

Honey.

- Could you possibly not eat it? - Hi, honey.

I'll freeze it and bury it when the ground is warm.

I'm a vegetarian.

Thanks.

Alright then.

Let's pull the microcar out, I'll back up.

- Yes. - Hey.

Before we start to fuss about

I'd like to apologise to you all.

So, I apologise for

interfering in matters that are none of my business.

Or in a way are. But you get it.

I hope I haven't made things worse.

You're all adults and you get it.

That's all.

Maybe we haven't quite got it either.

- We're sorry too. - Good.

I'll back up now and Petra can pull the car out.

- Don't go there! - What's he doing?

Oh, hell!

Now it's there.

All righty!

What are you doing?

Bloody road bank gave way.

- I turned too much. - You drove it straight in!

- It comes out if you push it. - Well now.

I don't think it will, but we can try. Joni, you go there.

- Let's try. - It won't come out.

- I can't do it! - Push, dammit!

- Are you pushing? - Yes!

Look!

Doesn't seem to be limping or anything.

I guess it was just knocked out.