All language subtitles for YOUNG LOVE [2001] DVD Rip Xvid [StB]

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Thank you.
Your change.

132 marks, please.

132 marks, please.

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

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

And in case of a fire,
the fire brigade.

Always remove the packaging
when using the microwave.

Mum!
-Honey, mothers are like this.

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

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

You told me to get
a developing hobby.

Tell me what's wrong.

This is only temporary.
-Just like last year?

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

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

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

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

Okay. Stop sulking
and come sit on my suitcase.

40th School Anniversary
14 October 2001

Who nicked my pencil?
Who done it?

''Who nicked my pencil?''

Antti, you know in China -

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

And when he comes
back in the morning -

not a single thing will be missing.

If one of you should
ever finish school -

l hope he grasps
the nobility of art.

See that? He grabbed my ass!

it�s jammed.
Can you give me a hand?

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

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

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

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

There's more to photography
than technique.

it is seeing things
in a completely new way.

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

An old Pentax can
get jammed like this.

Drop by my studio sometime.

No thanks, try another boy.

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

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

l thought you could too.

What did you talk to that jerk for?

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

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

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

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

''Trust me.''

Hello? Fire brigade?
Number 4 C ruusukuja.

Third floor, huge flames!

Huge flames, huh?

Single. Child's fare.

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

Make it an adults' ticket.

I�m older than l look.

This is criminal.
-Yes, arrest him!

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

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

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

Then the law sucks.

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

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

Great tits!
-Who took these?

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

Some other sicko then.

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

Goddamn!

Open the door!
-Oh no.

0pen up!

l know you're in there.

0pen up, you pervert

Or I�ll get the cops!

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

Now!
-in my room.

Where's the camera?

it is my father's.
-So what?

My dad's...

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

Why are you spying on me?
-I�m not.

What do you call this then?

How long?
-Why do you live with him?

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

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

And the last!

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

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

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

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

l mean it.
You are the right type.

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

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

Your thighs and legs
could be more toned -

but who cares? it�s the
tits and face that count.

You looked good.

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

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

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

Get a life, kid.

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

Couldn't we talk here?
-Okay.

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

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

You are forgiven.
What made you change your mind?

I�d like to learn how
to take great photos.

Very good!

Excellent!

Let's take a couple
a bit closer.

But we need to check
the light for that.

Everything is based on light.

Even colours are made of light.

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

A lens can bring you
close to distant things.

it is easier to approach
a person that way, too. isn�t it?

You must understand
what you are shooting.

You have to find
the soul of your object.

l thought you didn't
believe in souls.

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

every picture craves shade.

This will be your shot.

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

Excellent!

My father used to do this.

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

Not yet.
-What are you doing?

it isn't fixed yet.

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

Excellently framed!
You do have an eye for this.

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

Look at them.

You can keep it.

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

I�m not here on Wednesdays.

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

Of course you can
use all my cameras.

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

Johanna!
-Go away.

Please come back.

I�m busy.

Come back home.

if you only knew
how sorry l am.

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

l promise it will
never happen again.

Go away, please.

You still got your keys, right?

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

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

Now he wants me back.

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

Very good!

Excellent!

A little bit to the left.
Hold it there.

I�m out of film.
That's ten rolls already.

Are they any good?
-All of them.

Did you really mean
l was beautiful? -Sure.

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

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

Something to remember
when I�m old and wrinkly.

Sorry.

A little to the left.

Your left.

Okay?
-Well, yes...

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

They're called breasts.

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

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

Don't!

I�d decorate this place
completely differently.

At least I�d use more
colorful wallpaper.

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

it wasn't fixed yet.
-Sorry.

You can have
a place like this. -How?

if you let me become
your manager. -Manager?

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

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

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

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

You talk too much.
How about a nose job?

You agree?
-Yeah.

Manager.

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

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

A big hug.

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

Listen, l must go
out tonight. -Okay.

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

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

She's beautiful.
-Good for you.

One photo, please?

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

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

Competent in foreign languages,
soign�e and ambitious.

Then I�ll look at your photos.

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

You did?

To whom?
-A magazine.

What kind of a magazine?
-A family weekly.

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

How much?
-l didn't count.

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

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

''Miss Young Face.''

l got a great idea!
-No more ideas.

You're full of shit.
-What?

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

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

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

Get back here.

it�s a souvenir
of our happy days.

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

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

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

Pathetic.
He's even lying to himself.

Where's your mum?

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

You said you had an idea.

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

Trust me.

A coin...

They are truly beautiful.

You are just as pretty.
-No.

I�d give anything to look
that good when I�m 30.

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

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

The sun is about to set.

it�s the blue moment. right now
the colours are at their best.

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

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

Another five to
pay back the student loan -

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

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

A beautiful thought,
but unrealistic.

What am l missing?
-10 years.

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

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

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

What kind of a man
would you want to marry?

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

A firm and strong
character, but not hard.

He should also be sensitive
without being feminine.

Such a man doesn't exist.

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

would you do me a favour?
-What?

Be my date at the school dance.

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

Who is everybody?
-Everybody in my class.

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

When is it? -October 14.
I�ll turn 14 that day.

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

l have a surprise for you.

What?
-l was just wondering.

About what?
-Women's thoughts.

Tell me.

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

An interesting face.
A lot of character.

Got a crush on her?
-it�s just business.

Business...

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

No?

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

Are you okay?
-Sure.

I�ve just had a big project
pressing on me lately.

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

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

Only a couple left.
-Thanks.

Esa said you have a girl.
-Could be.

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

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

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

So, Martti is your girlfriend?
-I�m no faggot!

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

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

Who are you taking?
-Miss Young Face.

The lesson has started.

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

A girl from next door.

A girl from next door?

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

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

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

Although you are no faggot?
-I�m sorry.

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

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

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

Could you turn the plate
a little to the left?

ls this okay?

What's wrong?

I�ll call an ambulance.
-No. in my jacket pocket...

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

I�m overworked.

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

Will you get that?
-Yes.

Mum?
-Are you okay?

Did you touch Jukka?
-l am teaching him.

in the bedroom?
-Stop, mum!

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

What?
-Let's go.

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

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

You have shit for brains!
-Yeah right!

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

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

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

Jukka, can l come in?

Your supper's cold.

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

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

I�ve been doing fine so far.

Damn!

Keep your eyes open.

Don't l know you?

Fuck! Your dad ought
to teach you a lesson!

Did you enter my photos
in a competition?

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

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

Great!

l don't know.
-How come?

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

But you are! -Come on,
I�m a supermarket cashier.

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

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

That's right, a shitty one.

What did you take this one for?

l thought it was interesting.

Sometimes l don't
understand you at all.

Not a bit.

l know somebody
who can help you out.

Let's go.

That cactus looked a little dry.

This is Martti
You�ll Reach me at...

l don't get it.

He's got a new number.

infectious Diseases, hello?

What are you doing here?
-My words exactly.

Didn't we already say goodbye?

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

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

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

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

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

Go home! I�m not
what you think l am.

Who are you then?
-Just an old homo.

You are going to die, aren't you?

How dramatic!
You are going to die...

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

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

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

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

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

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

What? Still here?
Go home now.

You are right.
I�ve worked far too much lately.

This girl...
-Her name is Johanna.

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

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

For Johanna at the competition.

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

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

He made me laugh.
-But?

He made all women laugh.

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

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

Mum...

Would you say l am
strong, yet sensitive?

Sure. Why do you ask?
-Never mind.

Here it is:

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

''it burns...''
-''Like blazing fire.''

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

Does it have to be this long?
-Yes.

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

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

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

How do l look?
-Stunning.

really?
-Yes.

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

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

Liar!

My dream is
to have a huge family.

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

What a nice dream
for a girl from the north.

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

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

the beautiful mermaid
from the past? -Yes.

When l was a boy -

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

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

Dead.

Okay...

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

For love is as strong as death...

It's jealousy unyielding as...

The grave!

Excuse me.

What are you doing?
-I�m splitting.

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

They loved you.
-So did the jury.

l made a fool of myself.

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

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

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

Nobody's laughing.
-Give it a rest!

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

Never!
-She got the loudest cheers.

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

Now the jury will face
the difficult task of deciding -

who will become
Miss Young Face 2001.

I�m just like my mother.
I�ll probably die just like her.

Come on.

She was gorgeous
but not very bright.

Men treated her like crap
and she turned bitter.

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

There was an empty bottle
of pills on the floor.

And Masa...
-What about him?

I�ll kill him
if he ever touches you again.

Johanna, l love you.

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

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

l love you just the way you are.

You are so sweet...

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

Ladies and gentlemen.
Here it is.

The name of our winner.
The competition was intense -

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

But the decision was unanimous.

Will the three finalists
step forward?

Minna Aro.

Riitta Salo.

Johanna Metso.

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

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

to announce the name of
Miss Young Face 2001.

Her name is...

Johanna Metso.

Congratulations.
-Thanks.

How does it feel now?
-Totally unbelievable.

Here you are.
-Thanks.

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

I�m sure
you'll find one in no time.

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

You can take these photos
to a modelling agency.

Thanks.

The nude scenes are done
in good taste, artistically.

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

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

Come with me.
l want to show you something.

isn�t it beautiful?

Stop, where do you
think you're going?

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

Why the fuck did you
teach me photography!

Let him stay.
it�s all right.

Nothing is right.

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

Where?
-Outside Parliament.

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

Five years? That was a lie.

read that.

''in the same way'' -

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

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

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

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

My father was a fervent preacher.

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

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

You are right.
l am going to die.

But before l do,
please take me outside.

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

Don't worry about going uphill.

I�m just like
the old East German IFA car.

Easy to pronounce
and light to push.

That was a joke. Humor

Well, who would cry
for an ugly girl anyway.

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

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

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

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

it was never going to work.
-Seriously.

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

l was just like you, pathetic.

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

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

Love makes you do silly things.

Like run around at night,
smashing cameras.

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

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

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

Photography is about seeing
things others can't see.

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

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

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

Ordinary does not exist.

it looks yellowish
and rather dull. -Good.

What else can you see?
-it is night.

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

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

But l still believe there is a God.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Take me back,
it's getting cold.

Where have you been?
I�ve been worried sick!

in the world of grown-ups.

Where's your camera?
-l smashed it.

That old thing...

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

There�s nothing to shoot anymore

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

I�ll join the AA,
or whatever you want.

Five weeks without a drop!
I�m a changed man.

l love you like my own daughter.

You should go out for a change.

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

She wears braces.

Can you show me
some job search pages?

I�ve had enough of travelling.
They need good people here too.

Are you serious?
it�s very simple.

I�m not going to preach
to you about young love.

But l want you to know -

that when your father
and l broke up -

you were the one good thing
that kept me going.

Who are you?
-Seppo.

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

...gone.

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

I�m sorry.

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

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

Wow!

Hello, everybody.

My name is Jaana Kukkonen
and I�m your new art teacher.

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

more interesting and inspiring.

Boys, knock it off.

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

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

What?
-Do you oppose the idea?

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

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

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

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

l will not tolerate such
language in my class.

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

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

Fuck you!

What's going on here?

That was a big mistake.
-Shut up!

Bastard!
-Shut up, both of you!

I�d love to keep you two
here for a long, long time.

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

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

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

Would you like to dance?
-I�d love to.

He's in my class.

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

And Martti?
-Dead.

I�m sorry. -He made up
with the old man upstairs.

Can we make up, too?
-Okay.

Do you know how
to make up with girls?

Happy birthday, Jukka.

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

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

Maybe I�ll find somebody.

Johanna, I�d like
to tell you that...

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

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

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

Yes.

Can l take her?
-Go ahead.

Nice kid.

Should l be worried?

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

Or at least five.

You know,
you suck at basketball.

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

Why not.

l love this song.
-Me too.

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

I�m not much of a dancer.
-I�ll show you how.

[StB] Releases 2011
SimplyTheBOSS
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