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THE PATH OF THE RIGHTEOUS MEN

Writer's block.

It only affects real artists when money is concerned.

What are you talking about?

If no one vouches for an artist's loan application -

writer's block ensues.

Speaking of which... - Afternoon, gentlemen.

An old friend of mine from the Faculty of Theology, pastor Hukkanen.

Jussi, or Vares. As you please.

Call me Olle. My real name is Olavi.

Jussi, we need to talk to you about something. - I see.

Olavi has read some newspaper articles about you.

I didn't know that priests read the financial press.

Ordinary priests do not, but I'm not one of them.

Well, what seems to be the problem?

Her name was Anna-Liisa Vaara.

You saw lights in the cemetery in the middle of the night?

What woke you up?

There was a good reason. I had a hangover.

There was no divine providence, no premonitions.

I'm certainly not your ordinary spiritual guide.

I have all the regular vices, and even some extra.

Olle and I were -

prominent members in the Faculty of Theology's academic atheist club.

But that night I really felt like someone was guiding my steps.

I felt like I was meant to find Anna-Liisa's body.

How well did you know Anna-Liisa?

In our town, the Land of Two Rivers, everybody knows everyone.

She was my confirmand.

Anna-Liisa was laying on her back. She was fully dressed.

But I could see the terror in her face and eyes.

PASTOR FINDS A MURDERED GIRL

King alcohol is a good advisor when it comes to business-

but it's not wise to seal a deal with it.

ANNA-LIISA HAD NO ENEMIES

Nonetheless, I accepted Hukkanen's offer.

His parish was willing to pay to get this heinous crime solved.

A SMALL TOWN GRIEVES

Everyone in the town had been questioned-

but the local and the Central Criminal Police-

had gotten nowhere in their investigation.

I had no idea-

what kind of mess I was getting myself into.

I'm sorry, but I can't imagine -

why you would want to go to the Land of Two Rivers.

I don't know yet.

Hukkanen had hinted that the town was somewhat peculiar.

My first impression was-

that when God created the Land of Two Rivers-

He probably wasn't fit for work.

Who's the proprietor?

I own this place. The name is Peitsara.

How can I help you? - Do you have free rooms?

Well, this is a boarding house.

How long are you staying, Mr... - Vares, Jussi Vares.

A week, at first.

Can you wait here while I dust your room?

Yeah...

You're not a Bolshevik, are you? - No.

My name is Buurman.

Vares.

There are all sorts of communists running around the town.

Right.

Yeah...

Now Buurman's baby boy has to do some logging. - I see.

My father was a German alpine trooper.

Good luck, if there's any luck to be had.

I had been in the Land of Two Rivers less than an hour.

My thirst for knowledge was worse than my actual thirst.

Since I couldn't reach the town pastor-

I settled for the next best option.

Pastor Hukkanen mentioned that someone was coming.

He asked that I help you.

I gathered that you are some kind of writer.

Something like that.

What's the deal with that Buurman? - He's the village idiot.

He lives near the mink farm. Everyone calls him "Shit Coat".

He went crazy in the army, and now he's telling everyone -

that he's the son of a German alpine trooper.

If I'm not mistaken, the local population is quite religious.

Not everyone. For example, I am scorned because of my profession.

This is the town's only restaurant licensed to serve alcohol.

It's hard to believe that such towns exist in the 21st century.

This is a more peculiar place than you can imagine.

I thought I could imagine a lot-

but the Land of Two Rivers and its citizens-

strained the Iimits of my imagination many times over.

The Lord turn His face toward you and give you peace.

In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Not too many listeners.

No. The competing sect has taken all my customers.

Let's go.

For you to understand the locals, I must start at the beginning.

Ostrobothnia is a promised land for different religious sects-

and the local one is quite peculiar.

It's called "Raappanaism" after its leader.

Its members are very conservative.

And the charismatic leader has the gift of healing, I presume.

Some believe so. - What did Anna-Liisa do for a living?

She was a clerk at the local library.

The librarian is Mrs. Raappana.

Any hobbies? Boyfriend?

Anna-Liisa sang in the Lord's Little Angels -

which is a Raappanaist youth choir.

As far as I know, she had no boyfriend, despite all the gossip.

Religilous fraud is the most obnoxious of all frauds.

I know nothing about Raappana-

but I am sure I won't like what I'm going to find out.

THE WAY TO A PURE LIFE

Is someone there?

Oh, I'm sorry. I was deep in thought.

Are you the librarian? - What are you looking for?

Books. We are in the library.

Jussi Vares. I saw you on the train.

Elisabeth Raappana. You are not from these parts.

I'm not. I have some questions about Anna-Liisa.

She was a normal young woman.

I don't want to say more. - I understand.

A young woman -

with all her passions and desires, I presume.

Probably.

Can I help you in some other way?

Good afternoon, Jussi. Was your library visit rewarding?

It was very interesting.

Here you can see Raappana's charity in its purest form.

Widow Grannas.

Owns 80 hectares of land and is 80 years old.

Has hundreds of hectares of forest, a mansion, and no heirs.

And she gives donations to Raappana's sect.

That's right. It couldn't be more convenient.

And Raappana helps the widow with her last will, I presume.

That is a valid assumption.

I should meet this Mr. Raappana.

With his wife I'm already acquainted.

Hukkanen.

Sure, I remember.

A mysterious town. I decided to clear my thoughts with some beer.

Yeah...

Well, what do you think about our little town?

The beginning has been difficult. - Yeah.

Can I ask you something? - Go ahead.

You probably knew Anna-Liisa Vaara.

I did. She was a decent girl.

Always said hello when I went to read the papers at the library.

How did Anna-Liisa spend her free time?

I'm no gossip.

But you seem to be an upstanding guy.

She spent some time at the workmen's trailers.

Workmen? - Yeah.

Some specialists at Sulander's printing house.

They were installing new machinery last summer.

They were drinking and partying every weekend and evening.

And Anna-Liisa spent time there? - Yeah.

It wasn't good company for a young girl -

but there was no devil in her, like the town gossips suggest.

They should all be locked away in Hourulanniemi.

What is Hourulanniemi?

Yeah... A real shit hole. A looney bin.

Everyone wears pyjamas and takes pills three times a day.

No shit? Have you been there?

Yeah. Everyone knows that.

The police chief dragged me there by the ear.

Three months and out. Nothing can hold an alpine trooper.

Of course not.

What have we here?

Good day. Do you have fresh coffee? - It's from this morning.

Forget it.

May I?

Well, well. Spirits in a beer tavern.

They are breaking the alcohol licensing law.

What about Toivonen's face? It's against the building code.

That nose is basically a balcony. - Watch your mouth, Miettinen.

There have been complaints about you.

Yeah... It's time for me to leave.

I poured the drink from my own bottle.

Peitsara tried to stop me, but I held my ground.

We'll let it slide this time.

Next time I'm here, I don't want to see anything stronger than beer.

Understood? - Yes.

And the reporter can be sure that I'll keep my eye on him.

The local police had asked the Central Criminal Police for help-

right after the body was found.

After meeting the local authorities I no longer wonder why.

Hukkanen told me about Anna-Liisa's background.

Her parents died in a fire when she was six.

After that she lived with her aunt.

I've gone through all this with the police countless times.

I don't want to intrude, but can I see Anna-Liisa's room?

Hento, S. Hento. What a strange name for a doctor.

Beer is a rare treat here. I have to get it from the next town.

Shit Coat, aka Buurman, aka Miettinen.

Not as crazy as he leads others to believe.

Nice guy, a little strange.

What about the mental hospital?

Why was Shit Coat a patient there?

The Hourulanniemi mental hospital is the town's second largest employer.

Hento is the hospital's chief physician. Not a gentle man.

I don't know why Shit Coat has been there.

Perhaps for no reason.

Who is the largest employer? - Sulander's printing house.

It specializes in religious books.

Its CEO is Juhana Sulander.

A pompous asshole who drives a black Audi.

All assholes drive an Audi.

A motley crowd.

Look at that.

This isn't a normal town.

Everyone is afraid. - Of what?

The mental hospital, for example.

I felt it was time to take the bull by the horns.

Elisabeth Raappana had invited me to her husband's sermon-

and I accepted her invitation.

Mrs. Raappana is a member of the Daughters of Jesus.

A beautiful woman, but haughty and rude.

Perhaps because she has no children.

I thought preachers were supposed to be fruitful and multiply.

Are you talking about me?

For that matter, birth control s against all the local teachings.

Elisabeth considers herself the first lady of this town.

You won't mind f I leave you here?

That kind of religious fervor doesn't appeal to me. - I understand.

Fervor was an appropriate term.

How to conquer sorrow, forgiveness, divine providence-

the presence of God, and the difficulty of living.

Taisto Raappana blasted the Bible's heaviest material-

deep into the audience's consciousness.

It was fertile ground for such talk.

Some listeners were clearly ready to enter the heavenly kingdom.

God's grace!

Dear brothers and sisters.

Now... Elisabeth.

Now we'll take a short break, and after that-

the Lord's Little Angels are going to sing for us.

Don't you have anything by Henry Miller?

We sell solely religious literature.

Cash only.

This kind of literature isn't right up my alley.

Have you read any short stories by Luusalmi?

If you are not going to buy anything I'll have to ask you to move aside.

This contains Taisto's ideas.

Power from above. Taisto was just talking about that.

Dear sisters and brothers in faith.

As the Lord's Little Angels are soothing our pains-

with their beautiful singing -

all of you who are sad and desolate -

can join me in front of the stage.

Give your souls to God -

and let me be our Lord's instrument.

Come to me with open souls.

Come here, dear sister.

With open souls and open checkbooks.

Be brave and have faith. Believe.

Dear brother, you sinner!

Your sins have been forgiven, you sinner.

Come here. Let me embrace you.

Our Lord, Jesus Christ, will lead you to righteous paths.

Give me strength, dear God. Keep this man on the right path.

Dear brother! You can come to me.

You are safe here. Come to me.

Have courage. Come to me, you damned sinner!

Come to me. I can see your pain.

I know what ails you. Come here.

Open your soul to God.

Go in peace. Let God enter you.

God will go with you, forever and ever. Amen!

It's a miracle!

Kneel and thank the Lord for His grace!

He has healed you.

Now he's limping on his other leg.

Halt.

Are you some sort of Devil's pawn?

You come here to spread chaos in a religious event.

There may be legal repercussions.

For whom? - For you.

For disorderly conduct in a public place and blasphemy.

If the charge is blasphemy, I may be the only innocent here.

Good bye.

Let the seed grow in your black hearts!

Let it replace all evil!

What made the deputy so mad?

Disagreements in matters of faith. - Really?

I would've bet all my money on you not being a religious man.

You would be a rich man. - I thought so.

It's all bullshit. I have driven lots of old ladies -

to be swindled by those religious coots.

It pisses me off.

God damn!

Do you mind if I have a smoke? - Go ahead.

Thanks. - No problem.

By the way, my name is Kalle Riutta. - Jussi Vares.

Could we drive by way of the printing house?

We can't miss it. It has expanded a lot in recent years.

Raappana writes, Sulander prints, and people buy.

The recession doesn't affect those coots.

The same can't be said about all lines of work. - What do you mean?

Fur farming, for example.

I was once in that trade.

That is a mink farm. I used to work there.

Now I just drive this cab.

That Raappana drives an old Opel to his sermons-

even though he owns a brand new Mercedes.

Sanctimonious son of a bitch.

There. That's the place from which they spread wisdom to sinners.

A double cut brandy, no ice.

That would be against the alcohol licensing law.

I know.

Apparently brother Raappana's teachings rattled you.

Could you break the law some more -

and give me the bottle to go?

That kind of offense could cost me my license -

which would give great pleasure to officer Larva.

So keep a low profile.

Come to the church. Sadly, I'm a little low on communion wine-

and I can't bake wafers.

I'll bring some communion spirits.

This is more potent than the blood of Christ.

You don't seem to believe in divine providence.

Or am I wrong?

In this day and age, it's easier to believe in the guy downstairs -

than in some merciful and almighty Heavenly Father.

Is there something else that you believe? - Like what?

The town gossips about Anna-Liisa.

I've heard them all.

Nightly visits to the workmen's trailers.

Hitch-hiking home from nearby dance places.

You didn't know Anna-Liisa.

She was genuine and pure in her faith.

Are you saying that someone is trying to defame Anna-Liisa?

I honestly don't know.

Anna-Liisa was like a little angel. Who would want to hurt an angel?

Someone did.

Once upon a time, a pillory stood there.

Women who had lost their honor were tied there.

An elk!

Taisto, put the gun away.

Taisto, damn it!

I think this is about you.

"Police chief Toivonen may press charges."

"Daughter of Jesus Elisabeth Raappana condemns the provocation."

The police chief mostly respects the law-

but the Daughters of Jesus are wives of powerful men.

They may have a surprisingly large influence.

Especially Elisabeth Raappana.

Jesus! Oh, Jesus!

Oh, Jesus... Jesus!

I'm on a break. If you need help, ring the triangle.

Oh, Jesus! Jesus...

Stay there and don't make a sound. Jesus...

God damn. God damn...

God damn.

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Sulo Hento. He seemed to be the personal physician of the whole town.

Get out. You have one minute.

Isn't that against the traditional values of libraries?

Doors should be open for all who seek knowledge.

Enough of that buffoonery.

It's not easy to be a woman in this town. - I believe you.

It probably wasn't easy for Anna-Liisa either. - No, it wasn't.

She didn't want to conform to the town's norms.

In this town, deviating behavior is suppressed. - What do you mean?

Your behavior yesterday was different enough.

My behavior was perfectly normal.

Wasn't there some unfinished business?

Leave. We can't meet again.

Sign here, please. - The pleasure is mine.

I'll just bill my expenses. Let's take one week at a time.

Take your time. We are not giving you any deadlines.

We? How many people know why I'm really here?

Members of the parish council and the treasurer. No one else.

You think the information won't spread? -I think so.

And you seem to be drawing attention to yourself without any help.

I've made a few mistakes, but from now on...

Do as you please. Just tell me before you decide to come clean.

I've been telling the police chief-

that you're my old college buddy, an eccentric writer.

That is true. All writers are eccentric.

Did the police chief believe you? - At least for now.

However, officer Larva thinks that you are raving mad -

and the Devil's instrument.

Tomorrow you have the opportunity to see the whole town in one place.

Is that so?

Go ahead and take it. I have plenty of collars.

Visiting hours are over. Come back tomorrow.

Tomorrow it is too late. The world will blow up today.

You are a long way from home, Mr. Vares.

I'm on my way to Sweden.

After the Estonia accident it's unwise to use the ferry. - I see.

Have you received treatment before? - Yes, often.

The last treatment was today, but it was interrupted.

Wait here. I'll see if doctor Hento can receive you right away.

That would be nice, thank you.

Patients stuff those. It's great therapy, Mr. Vares.

Sulo Hento, chief physician of this hospital.

Do you play billiards, Mr. Vares?

Not really, but I spent my youth playing pocket billiards.

You won't mind if I play a bit while we chat?

This kind of informal method -

often yields better results than the traditional.

Nice shot. Has anyone beaten you ever?

One patient, once.

What did you play for? What did he win?

A one way ticket to the closed ward.

You didn't take that seriously, did you?

Of course not. That was a funny lie.

I lied, too. Downstairs.

I pretended to be insane so I could meet you in person.

And why did you need to meet me?

I have some questions about Anna-Liisa Vaara.

Who do you think you are? I mean, who are you?

I gave my name and information downstairs.

My employer I won't reveal.

You can't be a cop. So you're a reporter.

Did Anna-Liisa have mental problems?

If you think I'll tell you that you must be insane.

Was she a patient here? - So you are in the right place.

I need to go see a patient.

Since you claim to be sane, I must ask you to leave.

The porter will show you out.

Which car does Hento drive? - That one.

Let's follow him. - Shouldn't be too hard.

It's difficult to lose anyone here. Why all this cloak-and-dagger stuff?

Just keep the meter running.

No one must know about this ride. - I have no need to tell anyone.

I brought him here yesterday.

At least he had some sense in him, because he called me.

Does the wife know? - Yeah. This isn't the first time.

This can't go on. He needs to be committed.

Just give him a shot.

God damn!

I love the animal Who lets me screw him!

Sulander, you fucking blackmailer!

You've ruined my life. Just destroy the pictures!

Is there time to order a night cap? - I just gave last call.

Of course.

The police chief gave me a written warning today. - I understand.

Good night. - Good night.

Check your nightstand drawer before you go to sleep.

The more time I spent in The Land of Two Rivers-

the more I felt like something was festering under the surface.

But what?

I didn't know that yet, but it was something really vile.

Since I was investigating dirty crimes-

I gave myself permission to use dirty tricks.

How's it going? Doing something important?

I'm going to Raappana's house, but I don't know where it is.

Are you going to help the preacher? Pass around the collection plate?

I don't know yet. Where does Mrs. Grannas live?

She lives next to Raappana.

How do I get there? Riutta wasn't available.

Yeah...

Well, hop on.

The end justifies the means, they say.

I was posing as a priest in front of a sick lady-

and I don't even belong to the church.

Not one of my finest hours-

but the pieces of the puzzle began to click into place.

Thank you.

Raappana was after the widow's land.

But what does Sulander have to do with it?

Dear God! Why are you sneaking about here?

The door was open.

I came to see your husband, but he seems to be in a bad way.

Yeah, Taisto isn't feeling well.

Has he drank a long time? - Taisto has always been a drunk.

There are drier times -

but after his hunting trips with Hento and Sulander-

he'll be drunk for days.

Religious and a drunk.

The rest of the congregation don't know about this, do they?

Of course not.

Taisto!

It's the town's greatest secret, and it must be kept.

Even by you.

The secret will be kept if it's hidden properly.

All men want the same thing.

One and the same. - Jesus...

No shit.

The Daughters of Jesus.

You, get out.

Help, burglars!

Who has a phone? - Call the police.

I have to show my face at this charity event.

For a while, I shouldn't show my face anywhere.

Just stay close to me.

In my protection your sins will be forgiven.

Especially if you confess them to me.

Does that have something to do with you?

Of course not.

Are we going to a tango festival?

The local youth club is throwing a party.

I don't have any cash. - The parish can pay this time.

The party goes on into the night.

It's not quite like Midsummer Eve, but near enough.

Why is the police questioning our alpine trooper?

Shit Coat is always the first suspect when something strange happens-

starting from shoplifting.

What about Sulander? What does he have in common with Raappana?

Are they just good friends? - Mostly business partners.

Sulander prints all the religious books that Raappana writes.

I guess you're not in their hunting party?

No. Fishing is more to my liking.

There are rumors -

that Sulander has bought some land from the Lambs of Jesus.

The locals donate buildings and land to the Lambs of Jesus -

for a place in Heaven.

Sounds quite profitable. - It probably is.

I have some unfinished paperwork at the parsonage.

I'd traveled both land and sea

I'd almost seen Hell

The blood running in my veins

I sometimes thinned too much

I swore every single time

By my guardian angel

I am sailing on the sea of tears For the last time...

The cream of the town was present. All but one.

And this place had a lot of souls in need of redemption.

Good evening, doctor.

Have you seen preacher Raappana lately?

Not lately.

It's great that you have time to go dancing.

I was sure that billiards and hunting were more up your alley.

You are strangely curious about Raappana, Mr... Was it Vares?

I'm interested in his health.

How is he doing nowadays?

May I sit?

How's the evening going?

Can I fortify your drink?

The best medicinal cognac available.

Thanks. Good stuff, but cut brandy is better.

Once upon a time, a pillory stood there.

Women who had lost their honor were tied there.

Our heavenly Father, bless us sinners -

as we are praying for the greatest gift of fertility:

A son.

Amen.

Everything is now blessed.

Do you mind if I smoke? - It's your office.

Do you have anything new to tell?

I have good reason to believe -

that the extra funding that we discussed will be available soon.

Are you talking about the land deals? Those things take time.

Not necessarily, with some help... - From above?

Your printing house and home are mortgaged to the hilt.

You have a poor credit history and numerous reminders.

And as you know-

here in Ostrobothnia, going bankrupt is worse than dying.

The bank's board of directors is meeting next week.

I need something concrete by then.

You'll have something.

In that case, just keep on printing.

Religious people still need food for their souls.

Come in.

You called. What is it? - Sit.

What are we going to do with dear widow Grannas?

I already have a verbal agreement with her.

We need something in black and white, and quite fucking fast.

The bank is pressuring me.

She wants her will to stipulate -

that her mansion is to be used in religious youth work.

The lawyers will take care of that.

Let's split the estate so that you can keep the house.

Then you'll sell the rest to me.

Like we've always done.

I'm not sure. This is a big thing.

People are talking.

If I lose the printing house, you are going down as well.

Must I once again remind you of what has happened?

I have supported and helped you.

Will I never have peace? - What's done can't be undone.

I think that Mrs. Grannas isn't going to see next Christmas.

Tomorrow you will call me and tell me when you are going to see her.

Hento. - It's me.

Taisto is losing it.

He may need medical help quite soon.

The game is getting quite tough. - What game?

Do you mean billiards? - You know what I'm talking about.

You don't need to worry about that Vares guy.

When he finally gets out he won't know black from white.

Who is that guy? Did he crawl from under some rock?

I have no idea. Pastor Hukkanen tried to visit him -

but Vares is in no condition to receive visitors. - Good.

You must visit Mrs. Grannas in the near future.

Her medication needs to be checked.

Life is completely different when there is no concept of time.

There are just the drugs, two meals a day-

and a wash once a week.

Everything else is grey. There is no consciousness.

There is just the subconscious, filled with blurred memories-

hallucinations, illusions, and unfulfilled dreams.

But there is also one thing in every man's subconscious:

The will to stay alive.

The pretty boy has strong medication.

Yeah. I hear he has scared the pants off half the town.

That's why he's sedated.

Tauno needs to be washed tonight. - We'll have time to watch Emmerdale.

And you are able to sleep?

Really? Oh dear.

That's bad. Oh dear.

Yes. It's quite normal to be feeling dizzy.

Yes. I'll come tomorrow.

That's right, dear Mrs. Grannas.

Well, well.

Familiar looking jammies.

Might be yours. - Sit down.

You were in the morning news -

and in the happy-clappy newspaper.

Here is some information.

Look.

"This man is extremely dangerous."

"Call the police if you see him."

The police are running around the town -

and Hukkanen was looking for you at the inn.

That's what's been happening here.

Let's go inside and make some decent breakfast.

After the gruel in the hospital and the night In the forest-

Shit Coat's breakfast was the best meal of my life.

The master of the house also told me the latest gossip.

I was suspected of everything-

from the attempted rape of Elisabeth Raappana-

to the murder of Anna-Liisa Vaara.

Here is our famous outlaw.

Here's some low-alcohol beer. They don't sell anything stronger.

Thanks. - Tonight we're going to the sauna.

We'll wash that hospital stench from you.

It's a deal.

I left my wallet and phone in the hospital.

Could you help me out a bit?

Sure, I always help a friend. What do you need?

Some clothes and one of those prepaid mobile phones.

Look in that closet. My late brother's clothes are in there.

He was more your size.

Then let's get that prepaid camera or phone from the next town.

Thanks. How can I repay you?

You can't.

Just nail those lying bastards for me. - I will.

Cocksuckers. It's about time.

Anna-Liisa became Hento's patient when she was six-

right after her parents had died.

Rlght away, Hento diagnosed posttraumatic stress disorder-

and later, hypersexual behavior-

and manic interest towards her own genitalia.

Elisabeth Raappana described her as a normal young woman -

and Hukkanen called her a little angel.

That didn't seem to be the same person I just read about.

Someone is lying, but who?

Well?

Here's some deodorant. Is that the right kind of prepaid...

This phone is perfect. - Here's some sausage for you.

And some beer.

Just keep it. I have plenty of those.

Is the sauna still hot? - Yeah.

Great, I want to put up a sweat.

God damn...

It's Taisto. We need to meet.

Right now.

I don't love Sulander.

You could have fooled me.

We have prayed together in this bed for a son.

You don't understand anything, you fool.

Sulander has blackmailed me for years.

With what? - Your drinking.

When I said that you need to be put in a hospital -

Sulander said that he knows something about your past.

And I know something about your past.

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What's this now? You've never needed a cab before.

You don't even have a phone. - That's right.

The ride is for me.

You can call the police -

but then I'll just run into the forest.

I was framed and now I need a ride.

A client's a client. I have no reason to rat you out to the police chief.

I've had my own troubles with him.

Not to mention that shrink. Let's go.

And you have no idea why he wanted to meet us?

I already told you.

Taisto called me.

This was his idea.

Taisto was supposed to give a sermon in Vaasa and come back tomorrow.

I have better things to do than this.

Me too.

Taisto.

Didn't our beloved preacher find a receptive audience?

Good one.

I came back ahead of time.

I returned just in time to witness -

your hour of devotion -

with my wife.

And you!

You prescribed birth control pills -

for that Whore of Babylon.

Shame on you, Sulo. Shame on you!

Does Sulander's printing house have a back door?

I guess so. Why? - I'm planning a surprise visit.

Wait here. If I'm not back in fifteen minutes, come get me.

Dear brothers.

It's the day of reckoning.

That's right.

Thanks for the introduction. I'll take it from here.

Sulander, I want to see all the material -

that you are blackmailing these frauds with -

and the contracts to parcel out Mrs. Grannas's estate.

Well?

Let's reminisce, doctor, and tear open old wounds and envelopes.

Put them on the table.

God damn!

Don't move, Sulander.

It's not easy, Taisto.

Remember how you wanted to hurt yourself after you had sobered up?

Do you remember who stopped you?

Who has been your friend?

I do remember.

But I also remember what you have made me do.

Well, well. The wise-guy is finally waking up.

Just keep on staring. You'll know the face soon enough.

You're going for a moonlight swim.

Damn...

I should have put the girl in the vat as well.

I see.

What did she ever do to you?

Nothing.

The annual meeting of our hunting club continues.

I don't remember much about the rest of the evening.

I think you gave the girl an overdose.

And you have always been a good photographer.

A very revealing night. Literally.

As is this one.

But how will we end this night?

We can't be together forever.

I know. Let's put the photographs back into the safe.

Or let's destroy them.

We'll finish the Grannas deal.

Then I'll leave town, and you can continue your life.

As you have always done.

Life? And married life?

What does Sulander have on you?

He's my childhood friend.

I won't abandon him. He has always helped me.

He has always used you. - He has helped me!

He helped with my debts after I lost this place-

and he gave money when I was about to lose my cab.

Do you get it, moron?

I get it.

And because of him, you're an accomplice to murder.

I'd be in jail if it wasn't for him.

Turn yourself in to the police.

I was just the driver.

Cooperation with the police is considered a mitigating factor.

I was supposed to take her home. I was just the driver.

Now that the threat of Vares is gone-

none of this needs to leave this room.

Think about it, Taisto.

She's not worth you. Don't let her ruin your life.

My life has been ruined for a long time.

But tonight everything will change.

They wanted to go to the cemetery. What happened was an accident.

It was a god damn accident!

How can you kill a young girl by accident?

Fuck...

I picked her up from her trips to the printing house worksite -

and dances, and every other fucking place.

She was flirting with me.

She offered sex as payment, but I always stood firm.

At the cemetery, she was completely out of it.

She must have taken all sorts of pills.

She started to call me a fag. - No shit?

And a limp dick.

I had no other choice. I had to teach her a lesson.

I thought I'd just grope her a bit, but...

Dear God, then things got totally out of hand.

Soon, we were fucking.

Then the priest woke up, and it was an accident.

It was a fucking accident.

That's not so bad.

I've read your patient files and all other documents.

You'll get a psychiatric examination, and all will end well.

You sure know how to talk. You're a damn good guy.

But I have no choice. I must take you for a little swim.

Well, what can you do?

Wait, Riutta. Now I got it.

Flee the country and leave me here for a couple of days.

Riutta, god damn! Motherfucker!

Fuck!

You're not going to... God damn!

Fuck!

Hell no, Riutta!

Fuck!

God damn!

What took you so long?

Who goes anywhere during supper?

Are you crazy?

Nice of you to come. I guess I owe you my life.

Might be, but that's not a debt I'm going to collect.

I'm not charging you for the rags -

but that prepaid camera cost 39.50.

No shit? I'm going to need some payment time for that kind of money.

No way. I don't even know you. You might be a communist, or poor.

Really poor. - Bottoms up.

Could you do me one more favor? - Sure.

Could you put a flower on Elisabeth's grave for me?

Vares called today.

He said he found a place that has even stranger folk than here.

You know what? I don't believe it. - Neither do I.

Fuck!

Jussi, god damn!

You want to hear a story?

First, let's drink. Korpela. - Korpela!

Subtitles: Juho Lähde Broadcast Text International