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"Who would move the mountain, if not the mountain itself?"

-Kito Kokoru 1886

Would you like some liquid courage?

For a cruel crime is taking place before your very eyes.

And yet you do nothing.

Nor you.

Then again, who would dare oppose the god of war and vengeance?

A god whose might and arrogance -

have no match under the sky of Meri-Pori.

Here he is.

The great Samurai returns from a night of merriment in Reposaari.

The merry gentleman has gained the company -

of the first-born daughter of Castellan Koivuranta.

The man is a master in the noble art of flattery.

-Come sit in my lap. -Rauni, stop it now.

Like hell I will.

Only just now I was warming these mitts on your body.

Lets go to my house and boil up some meat soup.

Rauni will play the mandolin and sing to you.

This girl will not fall for a man of your kind.

You maidens are quick to change your minds.

-Rauni, stop! -Dont tease me, girl. Give us a kiss.

Stop it! Get your hands off!

-Don't say no. Give Rauni a kiss! -Stop it!

Rauni, are you all right?

I'm sorry.

The peaceful town of Meri-Pori sheds yet more tears of shame

for this bastard, blackened by the Tahkoluoto coal plant.

But who would move the mountain, -

if not the mountain itself?

Dont sulk, girl. Give my regards to your father.

SAMURAI RAUNI

It's first class postage. Make sure it gets delivered.

Dont dawdle around in the woods.

May the Lord bless the postboy and keep him from the bear's maw.

May the saints of Reposaari see to the letter's safe delivery.

THE SATAKUNTA GUILD OF NINJAS ACTIVE SINCE 1869

Quiet, lads!

Crescendo...

Esteemed Ninja Master Hatanpää, I have reached my limit.

As my last resort I turn to the Satakunta Guild of Ninjas.

I have had enough of the arson, killings, rapes -

and other disgraceful events in Meri-Pori.

I hereby offer you a thousand coins for the head of Rauni Reposaarelainen.

Yours truly, Shame Tear.

-What do my eyeballs see? -Well, what do they see?

Rauni and some massive tits!

A samurai must master 39 virtues, -

the strategy of war and the art of subterfuge!

Through practice, his eyes will open up like apple blossoms in spring.

For emptiness is the samurais truth!

-Damn it, boys! -Hes coming! Run!

-I'm Rauni! -Why always you?

I'm more handsome!

Reposaarelainen himself is in the sauna!

Loser!

Oh, dear. My sauna...

"One thousand coins for Reposaarelainens head."

"Shame Tear!"

My brothers, my comrades.

We are here to celebrate a successful assassination pact.

What would life be without a little fun?

Our main course tonight is a bed of Maledivissian cabbage -

à la Ouraluoto.

Help! Hatanpää!

The Pihlava Times wants to write a quarter-page story about us!

What's more, our cutting-edge alarm system is now operational.

It will give us an AAA security rating.

Alarm! Hes coming! Obe!

-Underwizard Obe Johansson. -Thank you.

Esteemed chairman, father, sensei Hans Peter Filenius Hatanpää, -

allow me to present your portrait, which the boys and I commissioned.

-It is an aquarelle... -Oil...

An oilerelle entitled "Riding a Rabbit".

Oh, the golden cliffs of Ouraluoto and the brothers of Meri-Pori!

"Hooray, hooray!" sing the fair maidens of Pihlava!

Hes coming!

And he's mad as hell.

Well, well. Good evening, lads.

Help!

Don't take offence. This is our profession.

We can't afford to say no. Folks are being laid off.

-Who was it? -You mean "Shame Tear"?

I never met the person.

Strangely enough an apple-tree flower was attached.

Anything else?

The matter weighed heavy on my mind.

I sent the Sniffer of Tai-Pan to track Shame Tear. -Where?

-Closer than you'd think. -Out with it, damn you.

It was your old brother in arms, Castellan Koivuranta -

I sent the Sniffer after.

But he never returned from the Koivuranta lands.

Rauni...

How about a drink?

I think I'll go first.

Rauni, I hate you! You're a filthy donkey. A sheep, baa!

I swear by Virgin Mary, you'll never get the best of me.

Not even if you paid for it.

You're nothing but air to me.

A public announcement.

The funeral service for Ninja Master Hatanpää will commence at 1PM.

The parish welcomes all mourners. The service is open to the public.

In other news: The police is asking for hints about a white van, -

possibly connected to the recent thefts...

These ruthless acts of blood have taken from us -

three beloved members of our community.

The youngest of the Hatanpää clan, Ninja Master Hans Peter Filenius.

I hereby lay you to rest.

Hatanpää was fat!

If I'd been to war, Id beat the devil out of your brother.

Tauno, my dear, not in front of people. We were stuck in traffic.

His is a blindly swinging sword, I tell you.

A blindly swinging sword.

Never you mind, mother.

They always blame Rauni for everything.

"Blood brotherhood is the only thread -

that can bear its burden from the cradle to the grave."

Kito Kokoru, 1886

Does it sting, Mr. Koivuranta?

-Do you require some lotion? -I'm fine.

-How about some chamomile tea, sir? -Don't bother.

Colitis Ulcerosa. A pain more vexing than a neighbour's catapult.

But less vexing than the sorrow sown into one's heart by a friend.

The times are changing.

And apparently friends, too.

Everything changes, but you are stuck in one place.

We were waiting for you.

Allow me to figure out who paid that blood money.

I've figured it out already. It's time to pack your bags, Pertti.

Remember when we first found Kito Kokorus "Truth"? Back at the...

-Book fair. -Reposaari Book Fair.

We discovered the beauty of Japanese culture.

It was me who did that.

No need to pack the hat.

You're a strong man who lacks wisdom -

and an understanding of philosophy.

And you've always been full of crap.

You're a boy painting with watercolours while I roll my nunchakus.

Blah, blah, blah, blaah, blaah, blaah.

Do you remember our blood oath on the Lampaluoto bridge?

-To stick together until the end. -Who says we won't?

I just came from Ninja Master Hatanpää's house.

-His words were clear. -What nonsense did the blowfish spout?

Look me straight in the eye and say you didn't pay the blood money.

I'd hardly grieve your death, but I did not wish for it.

Not even after you forced yourself on the apple of my eye.

That slut offered herself to me.

A weary bird flies into the clouds

His path has been long and stormy

A glorious angel greets him halfway

To see him safely home

We might be done with the singing for now.

When you strike, strike with peace in your heart.

Then my eternal rest will be peaceful.

Father! Father?

Rauni?

I was just bringing him some chamomile tea.

It's no use complaining. He made a pact with Hatanpää -

and bought himself a one-way ticket to the heavenly Mombasa.

Dad was just trying to help you, like always.

He went to the school to question teacher Mannola, -

suspecting foul play against you.

What the fuck did he want with Mannola?

It's all over the village.

Mannola regrets ever taking you under his wing.

Calls you a bastard blackened by the Tahkoluoto coal plant -

who ought to be six feet under.

Mannola...

I'll be damned.

You'd best remember this.

Youre using far too much umbra for your naive sky.

Most folks would call me a free-spirited lad

Sitting all alone in the woods

I've had no sweetheart comfort me, since the fickle girls stole my heart

I must walk alone on this path of mine

Spend all my evenings sitting alone

Since I gave away the best piece of my heart -

to those thieving harlots way back home

Koivuranta is trying to shift the blame to the innocent!

Its Mannola whos behind it all!

Yeah, right. The daughter's sneakier than the father.

First looks you in the eye and promises you Heaven.

Pretends to be some Buddhas daughter, then stabs you in the back.

A free-spirited lad...

Let's go home.

There are wonders here...

Rauni forgives you.

They're wearing masks.

They make me do things against my will.

To hell with you!

Please forgive me. Rauni meant no harm.

I've started using French Gorgonzola as bait.

No need to bother the worms.

Petteri, hand me the rod. Maybe we can catch a pike.

"A warrior must learn to watch all four corners of the wind."

"They must be monitored both separately and all at once."

"This requires a full understanding of the nature of war."

Thus spoke Samurai Rano.

Good day!

It was Mannola all along.

Mannola! There are fancy folks at the sauna, but the stove is cold.

Could you lend me some firewood, help me out a bit?

School teacher Mannola?

Hello?

Teacher Mannola?

Why the hell are you here?

"Forgive a wrong, and you deserve to be forgotten."

-Kito Kokoru 1866

The reaper's moans are carried to my ears

The angel of night approaches my shelter

It's time now to pay for the steps we have taken

-In life there are no custom fees -Olé!

Ca-caw! Ca-caw!

-Do you still fish in the Preiviikki Bay? -Don't you know?

A spiritual man doesn't live on earthly delights.

-Those dice are cocked. -Never.

-Referee? -The board is even.

One, two, three...

A sapphire with cocked dice.

I thought these oriental wonders might thrive in the dark.

The nights are dark at the Equator.

But they wont grow.

I've tried chicken shit and egg shells but the damned things won't bloom.

What if the problem's in the soil?

-What do you mean? -Dont sweat it. Your roll.

It's not my fault that the pale sun sets before eight in these parts.

Half the year there's rain or sleet.

One, two... Mozambique.

Tokyo! Taganaki! Yakutzasi!

You said you'd fix the boiler. Water's still cold after 20 years.

You said you'd pay for my altitude training in Marrakech.

But you just had a sauna.

I tried to beat your mind and body into balance.

Your body became a Swiss clock, but your mind black as night.

Despite your strictness I thought of you as family.

A father!

It was a loving father's strictness towards his son.

I'm equally strict on myself. I want to stay on the just path.

What do you know of justice, master teacher?

You traitor.

Forgive me. I should have buried your twisted temple a long time ago.

I was overcome by weakness and pity.

The legacy of madness is mere ashes around the fireplace.

My part in all this is to be a voice that remembers.

Did you catch that, Eleonoora?

Now, the first chapter. Even in school, Reposaarelainen had blood that...

The teacher has 16 points. Rauni is at least six behind.

He did not know Nagasaki.

Enni, mark that on the board.

Round one!

Sorry!

Match point final!

Me!

"Truth's flame cleanses the souls of the victim and the guilty."

-Kito Kokoru 1886

Your step-brother Mauno said to give you this.

The accused, Mauno Kalevi Mannola, head teacher and headmaster, -

has been found guilty of various crimes and acts of neglect -

which include, among others:

Paying money for a person's head under the pseudonym "Shame Tear", -

neglecting his debts -

such as an unpaid Kendo course in Lappeenranta, -

and numbers of unfounded instances -

of name-calling, slapping, acts of discipline, etc.

Does the accused have anything to say in his defence?

I don't know about the rest, -

but I paid for that Kendo course!

Rauni, don't.

I'll say the bandits killed him.

Bury him in the woods and take care of the grave.

Good evening, Reposaari!

Welcome to the wedding feast for Tapani and Mimosa-Irmeli.

-That Rauni's insanely fit. -He's promised to lift 220 kg tonight.

In Africa, Mannola and I trained all the time.

You're disgusting.

He taught me to crack coconuts with my bare hands.

My eyes almost fell out of my head when I saw those golden beaches.

That's when I realised the world is a wonderful place.

Will you take me to Turku one day?

-Well, what did he do to you? -Who?

-Rauni. -Good, was he?

-Rauni was going at it like no tomorrow. -And Reetta meowed like a cat.

Well, well...

Here comes the tarantula.

I brought you this wild lupine.

-I'll take it, but there's no vase. -Put it in your hair.

-How about a peck on the cheek? -I don't go around kissing everyone.

Well, the night is young.

Rauni's in high spirits.

I'd have won Reetta's heart, without you and your money.

Bring it on, boy.

Get me a Gin Long Drink, would you?

How about we bury the hatchet and go out rowing?

I've rowed with you quite enough.

Would you stop sulking already?

Rauni's darling rosebud.

That grim look doesn't suit your pretty face.

We should let bygones be bygones. Right?

-You never change. -What? I even brought your coat.

Rauni's little birdie.

I'll give you the stars from the sky and the moon.

I'll bring all the songs of the world into your bed.

Grandpa said a writer's job isn't bad, either.

Yeah. Maybe that's better than being a samurai.

The glow of the summer is far too brief.

Then the autumn moves in for the harvest.

-To your good health. -A toast to Rauni!

-Doesn't the pied piper want free vodka? -I'm not in the habit.

-It's not healthy to say no 'round here. -A death sentence, more like.

What the fuck do you mean by that, smartass?

Over there.

A samurai is resting in the shade of the spruce trees.

He feeds the campfire, his soul filled with dark remorse.

He plays the mandolin to cover up his lies -

and sings about fickle women, the curse of restlessness in his heart.

Then he dozes off and steps into the dark, shallow waters of sleep.

The terrible land of demons.

The demons are playing their black drums.

They summon the fallen traveller to a dark celebration.

A water-dampened log sounds a death knell from underground.

The bell tolls.

You know a thing or two about me, like a witch woman -

reading the past and future from the bowels of a cow.

Your trick is just a wordsmith's snare.

A snare made up of words.

A nasty trap, indeed.

You're seeing the power of words. An understanding is dawning.

-Dawn's light will reveal the answer. -Answer?

About who sheds those shame tears for you.

Shame tears.

-What do you know about them? -I've heard things around the village.

What would it take for you to tell what you've heard?

Money, you mean?

What would a musician do with money?

If you fished me up a herring from that bucket of home-brew, -

I might just tell you.

I might just fish one up.

"Family is sacred."

"Betray your blood, and you betray everything."

-Kito Kokoru 1886

They're stealing the vending machine again.

My knee hurts.

Goddamn it.

What are you sneaking around for?

Where's that poor bastard hiding?

He's sleeping.

Get that four-eyed bastard, or should I?

Why do you barge into our home in the middle of the night?

Hi, Rauni!

Tauno! Rauni, what are you doing? Do you hear me?

Leave Tauno alone! Leave him alone!

You devil!

-What do you blame Tauno for? -What do you think?

What should I blame him for? He's such a saint.

But the devil himself hides behind that face.

He writes letters to merchants of death.

-I've done no such thing. -Surely you're not blaming Tauno?

Your never-ending war has robbed you of your senses!

I haven't heard more pathetic squeaks even on a blood-soaked battlefield.

And those poor souls were skinned like slaughtered pigs.

Your whimpering means as little to me as the howling of the wind.

-Although you've married into my family. -Anneli...

Oh, dear lord.

Have a drink for courage, Rauni.

Go on.

Give this ass what he deserves.

Tauno, my dear...

Fuck you, you drunkard.

You were a happy child, Rauni.

As a small boy you took a wounded starling into your room.

You looked after it for weeks, -

although I told you to take it to the woods.

What have you done, mother?

There was another bird, a blackbird, a year or two later.

I found the poor thing too late.

Black feathers were strewn on the dungeon floor.

His eyes were glazed over, begging for the final blow.

When I scolded you, there was malicious joy in your eyes.

That's when I knew a darkness had risen within my son.

Answer my question.

Was it you who paid the blood money?

You, who brought me into this world.

I sent you to the stern teacher Mannola, but he could not help you.

As a samurai I ought to strike you down.

You're no samurai, my child. You're a katana in a brat's hand.

Your bed is made with human skins.

Your joy is drawn from the misery of others -

and your honour from the blood of weaker folks.

For that I shed these tears of shame.

Will you take care of us when you grow up to be a real samurai?

When I grow up to be a real samurai, -

I'll even care for the weakest starling.

And when my hands are steady...

...and my mind as calm as a mirror-still pond...

...even a bamboo flute will lay steady on my finger.

Neither wind nor a perched starling can cause it to fall.

I gave birth to a son that everyone shuns.

He makes everyone flee in fear.

How could I mourn his passing, when it brings peace and quiet?

I do still love you, Rauni.

Like a mother loves her son.

But for humanity's sake I can no longer close my eyes.

Not to all the grief you've caused.

I must be mother to other sons and daughters, too, -

and bear the responsibility of being human.

The world is a better place without you.

May the wind be your mother from now on, -

for I no longer can.

Not in my shame.

Go now.

This way, kids!

English subtitles: Anne Aho