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Did you find it?

Hello.

Hello. - Hello.

No, thank you.

Pass the potatoes, dear.

Thank you.

Ats doesn't eat sprats.

He does now.

Where are you coming from?

Did you have a fight?

Don't worry.

Three! Two! One!

Faggot.

Hello there!

Well, look who it is!

How long you here for?

I don't know. We'll see.

I'm taking off soon too.

Where to?

California.

What's in California?

We'll see.

Come, eat.

Hello!

Hello-hello!

So, talk to us.

About what?

What happened?

Nothing happened.

So where did you come from?

Leave it.

What's your plan?

I have no plan.

A man should have some kind of a plan.

Thank you.

Is Tom home? - Tom!

We need a rope ladder.

Wouldn't a regular one work?

"Wouldn't a regular one work..."

Of course it wouldn't work!

You can't pull up a regular one.

Do we have to pull it up?

Give me that.

Rain has all kinds of tools in the cellar.

But isn't Rain a drunk?

He doesn't go to work, he sits in the pub and beats on his drums.

So, when are you going?

I still need some more money.

What do you want?

Do you have a rope ladder?

Nope.

Do you know how to make one?

What's wrong with you?

What do you mean?

Where did you get that shirt?

From the closet.

That's my shirt.

Do you want it back?

Do you know what it means?

"Ge blod"

Give me blood!

You're crazy!

Uuno?

What...?

What are you doing here?

It's not that bad.

What's not?

The wound.

Can you...?

Rip it here.

What...?

I'll do it this way.

You still smell just as good.

They say you know the right woman by looking her in the eye.

You get that different kind of feeling.

That's bullshit.

Then no one would ever break up.

Maybe you can lose the feeling.

One morning you wake up and don't feel anything anymore.

Have you ever felt it?

That's gross, you fart face!

Geez! Ugh! Come on!

Do it!

You throw it!

Is this good?

I don't need it anymore.

Why not?

Our treehouse was destroyed.

Tell me.

We broke...

Tom broke a window.

Whose window?

There's this... girl.

Everything ok? - Mhm.

Hand me a nail.

You're still dancing?

Of course.

I'm a real dance machine.

No!

Give me a smoke.

Do you have a light? - Yeah.

You have to leave now.

Why?

This place isn't for you.

I haven't finished my beer.

Rain?

Rain!

Wake up!

Hey.

We were at grandpa's one summer.

You remember our grandfather?

It was a hot summer.

We wanted to bake potatoes in the campfire.

But the grass was so dry

that everything caught fire.

We ran around beating the fire but we couldn't put it out.

Our hair and eyebrows got scorched.

And then, suddenly, out of the clear, blue sky,

it started pouring rain.

Sit.

How is it?

Did you get in a fight again?

I played drums.

You have a band?

No, just for fun.

Would you play for me?

What are you thinking about?

Toes.

Toes?

You have beautiful toes.

I've never seen anything so beautiful before.

Hit her!

Hit her!

Go to your room.

I'm waiting for Rain.

Who knows when Rain is coming.

Go on now.

Does it run?

I don't know, I haven't tried.

I don't have a driver's license.

It's more like a jukebox.

Happy birthday!

What?

Nothing.

Wine from '62.

Full of life.

Youthful.

Hints of a campfire, fried mushrooms,

dark chocolate, the wind from a warm sea,

and, of course, caramel apple pie.

A pleasure

that will linger for decades.

We had so many apples that the trees needed support beams.

But the branches still broke.

Marju, my mother. Aleksandra, my...

Happy new year!

Please.

Hello! - Hello!

Happy birthday.

Thank you.

"From Rain and Aleksandra"

Please, sit.

Everything alright?

Hello.

When?

Okay.

Have you seen Mart around?

I'll leave his keys.

Divide it equally!

Rain too?

Where did all this money come from?

What do you want...

Pass me that thing over there.

What is it?

You can't tell?

A table?

Maybe.

How long are you staying?

A few days.

Is Aleksandra coming?

Why?

What's going on?

We're closed.

For how long?

What do you want?

Haircut?

Yes.

How?

You don't remember?

Forgive me.

Good evening, dear family radio listeners.

We have a letter from Tom of Luha Street 18, Apartment 4.

Tom writes: can it be that

when you look someone in the eyes, you know that they are the one.

And will that feeling last for your whole life?

Look, Mr. Tom, the thing is that it depends on which side you look at.

You look from one side,

and feel like it will last your whole life.

But then you look from the other side

and feel like it's only...

for five days...

four hours...

thirty-eight minutes...

and five seconds.

Let's go one round.

Easy now.

Easy now.

Calm down, son...

for my brothers