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A FILMINOR PRODUCTION

TIME OF ROSES

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CINEMATOGRAPHY

SET DESIGN

COSTUME DESIGN

MUSIC

DIRECTED BY RISTO JARVA

Can you even interpret the face of your intimate friend?

- You feel the skin, its folds, muscles... - Falsification?

True, it is a political question. Historical research, science in general,

entertainment, fringe benefits, all serve the same purpose.

A seemingly intact image is often a big lie.

Details that seem important can be completely irrelevant to the whole.

We often think...

We know nothing about her yet, not even Raimo.

She died in 1976, eight years before you were born.

So this fracture may predate the fall from the train.

- We can't make these public. - Of course not.

It's an old case, no point in causing fear and disruption in society.

Of course we'll take into account the opinion of the 08 Group,

just like everyone else's.

Without forgetting our responsibility to the whole.

- You still going on about that? - Rumors disagree with the official position.

Rumors!

He died a typical Finnish heroic death: fell off a train, drunk.

In the middle of the night, in striped pajamas.

'Tis the final conflict,

let each stand in his place!

The International Union

shall be the human race!

'Tis the final conflict,

let each stand in his place!

Few people were able to see the real picture.

For example, the attitude towards the ideas Karl Marx,

who lived in the 19th century, was strongly emotional.

Some swore by him, others cursed him.

We can ignore that jumble of ideas

as one of the jokes history abundantly offers to the researcher.

The 1960s and 1970s witnessed a sharp increase in politicization,

manifested in a huge rise in socialist ideas in the West.

Europe saw the most violent demonstrations of the century.

America swayed constantly on the brink of a new civil war.

Powerful far-right groups emerged in both Europe and America.

All political groups claimed to be more democratic than the others.

This gave the troubled period the name "the Decades of Democracy".

While the rest of the world went through difficult crises,

Finland and a few other privileged countries lived in a time of abundance.

In the developing countries, the late 1970s saw the beginning of

"the Great Hunger Years", which lasted fifteen years.

It was handled very ineptly by the politicians in power.

Famine-stricken masses in Africa, Asia, and South America

headed northwards towards the centers of prosperity.

We can only wonder why it never led to a global war,

only to small local conflicts in underdeveloped countries.

With its plagues and migrations, the era was a strange mixture

of the most modern and the fearful Middle Ages.

Many developed countries experienced considerable rioting and disorder.

Some even saw outward war

as the only way to restore a sense of national unity.

The Berlin Crisis of 1982, which began with unrest in former East Germany

and the border clashes between China and the Soviet Union a year later

brought the world perilously close to total war.

The Cuban Missile Crisis of exactly fifty years ago,

which paved the way to the murder of President John F Kennedy,

was child's play compared to the crises of '82 and '83...

The whole thing is incorrectly exemplified.

The actual wars and killings focused on poor countries.

Such immature political crises had to be ended

and efforts focused on fighting global hunger.

Conflicts between the socialist and capitalist countries began to ease.

- Freedom and humanity increased... - Bullshit... in industrialized countries.

A new and more sophisticated form of intellectual oppression.

As a logical result, society achieved its modern proper form.

We can be proud of that.

The politicization that hampered progress

has given way to real scientists with unbiased expertise.

Social maturity has erased harmful class-consciousness.

Progress has replaced violence,

progress creates comfort, security and freedom.

Power is exercised by experts, supposedly impartial officials

so far from the people that it stinks! That's your freedom!

Even Anu once allowed Raimo to mislead her,

which I understand very well.

I personally have nothing against him.

And there's nothing crooked or cheap about our methods.

- Has the information arrived yet? - They were promised for today.

Everything they found here. She was no celebrity.

You know I want a modest, ordinary person.

Exposing Raimo, we expose the entire Institute of History.

Nothing like in that...

What was it?

- The Kennedy Saga. - Two years ago.

You have a really good memory, honey.

- It was a really great program. - I guess so.

Things reveal themselves only at practical level like fringe benefits.

But it's easy to be misled there too. What happens in your factory

is what happens in ours, and last week in Argentina.

Raimo is just one of many, but we have to start somewhere.

Yes?

This is Pepe Lahtinen. Would you come to my booth?

The stats for your special exhibition just came in.

I'll be right there.

There they are.

Everything goes through here.

- What am I, a computer? - I know.

There she is again.

Tape it!

- Hi! - At last!

Here's everything we have in our archive.

Born in Kuopio in 1946. She'd now be...

Father... baptized...

That's funny! Baptized!

Saara Maija Katriina, moved to Helsinki in 1965.

Married Mathias Turunen in '68.

Divorce...

Worked as... what?

A drugstore salesgirl! Extra income as a photo model.

Nothing much then. What do you want to eat?

Accidentally killed by a car on a movie set in May, 1976.

- What treats do you have? - Calories: 30, 25, 100.

- Special sweet... - Two of those!

- This one? - That's the one!

You won't regret your purchase.

At 16 she won a competition in a women's magazine

and got to spend a few days in Helsinki.

She met celebrities, went to the theater,

saw a movie premiere.

"Now I know what it's like to be close to celebrities."

"Will you come back some day?" "Definitely!"

Exactly what you're after!

How's your wife recovering from the transfer?

Don't get too excited yet.

A great chance for you to frame a new helpless "victim of history".

- And make the audiences cry. - Come on now.

We don't know anything yet. We stick to the facts.

Answer it, must be Central Archives.

Central Archives. Further information about Saara Turunen.

I'll put you through to Search Unit.

Unfortunately all fingerprints from 1973 have faded.

Wrong humidity in some old office.

- Do you need photos? - Yes, all of them!

For us today, progress is...

intensification of achievements.

For them, it was questionable and uncertain. Give it to me.

Overpopulation, new weapons of total destruction, looming famine,

were a frightening threat to someone like Saara Turunen.

- Where did this last photo come from? - Where did the last photo come from?

- From Press Photo Archive. - She made it into the papers.

I wonder why.

Politicians set the course of progress.

But what did the ordinary person feel and experience?

Where was society's interest, where the individual's interest?

It may not be so easy for us today

to understand the problems of such an ordinary person.

For who among us is still an "ordinary person"?

Class boundaries have been abolished.

Everyone participates in society according to his or her own nature.

This rich social field no longer excludes anyone.

Fear has therefore also disappeared.

- Did Saara live here for long? - Two summers, at least.

I hardly remember those times, I was so young then.

I was probably just a little girl to her.

She had just got divorced when she moved here.

I think she forgot those pearls.

- Was Saara like one of the family? - She was a sweet girl.

She died in a traffic accident in '76, two years earlier than my mother.

- Mother was very fond of her. - Did you ever see Saara later?

She came here once. And gave me this, a personal gift.

She was always kind to us younger ones.

I don't believe what they wrote about her.

- What do you mean? - All sorts of bad things.

She wasn't living here anymore.

- A beautiful song. - That's the tune.

It's beautiful. Every time I play it, I imagine that Saara is singing.

But it's just a tune.

Of course, my friend. I've already taken action.

Good. No hurry yet.

Our way of life is not yet in danger. But they seem to be up to something!

- Goodbye. - Always yours.

You're familiar with last century's labor things.

We urgently need a statement on the obsoleteness of strikes.

A strike?

Yes?

Could we have a private look at the Sariola case papers?

You can ask Raimo. Why?

Isn't Raimo there?

I will discuss it. Excuse me, I'm in a hurry.

- Of course. - That's strange.

A public figure is often a myth.

- Want to read this book? - How did you get in?

The cleaner.

You seem to get on well together.

Look.

Did you buy the old hag's... fond memories?

Saara sold these as a product presenter, and gave them as "personal gifts".

- You're very talkative today. - I'm always talkative.

I know about Saara's scandal now.

She asked several men for abortion money.

Very inventive in itself.

What kind of hair she should have?

What's your point?

- I just wondered what this girl is like. - Who?

I saw her a few days ago at the exhibition.

- She reminds me of Saara Turunen. - How should I know?

- A waitress, apparently. - Central Archives.

Would you look for someone looking something like this?

About like that, yeah. Thank you.

What will you do with her?

They could be identical had they lived in similar circumstances.

We could recreate the portrait of a past person with a living model.

That's brilliant.

- A dangerous intersection. - You guessed right.

Raimo wants to go and get Kisse from Kuortane.

That's good. They may get to know each other better.

- He wanted to see how Kisse lives. - You're speeding, slow down!

Press review, Interest Group Four.

PLANE CRASH IN NAIROBI 1,500 DEAD

THE POPE APPROVES MEN'S FOAM

NEW MESSIANS EXPECT THE END OF THE WORLD IN A WEEK

FINLAND'S HAIRIEST YOUNG MAN CHANGES FACULTY

STOCKHOLM'S CENTRAL PEDESTRIAN CONVEYORS OUT OF ORDER

DE BOSIO: 'WE DON'T NEED GUNS!' OUR THOUGHTS ARE ENOUGH.

USA CONTINUES ITS ISOLATIONIST POLICY

BUTT-MILL CONQUERS THE WORLD

Can you see into the future?

I can.

It is populated with hope,

nothing but hope

and dreamings.

Strange is the future's shore:

hope and dreams have their eternal monuments there.

SAARA TURUNEN'S FINAL INTERVIEW

NEW PHASE IN ABORTION DEBATE

ABORTION MONEY FROM SEVERAL MEN

THE THREE FATHERS CAPER

Images for the future

from bloodshed to the future.

The will rises from the rubble,

a strange

will to look the truth

in the eye.

Does its simplicity surprise you?

Nothing else is great but to build and work.

To build and learn to love.

They don't want to give the Council decision-making power.

But we won't be bought with fringe benefits or salaries.

A strike may be the only option.

I'd like to meet an engineer called Kisse Haavisto.

- She's on a break, playing. - Can I go there?

Of course. They love an audience.

Throw it!

This way!

Yes!

Goal!

Excuse me, may I...

Do you recognize this photo?

Listen, Kisse.

Your back hold almost broke me.

I was told that...

Great, Kisse, you're using your hips again.

That's important.

Right. Grab her!

Not like that, not like that.

Grab her arm, stick your hand there.

Deeper! Deeper! That's it!

Good! Pick her up!

You've got the makings of a good ferret.

Wait here.

- Was that the photo... - What?

- Did that photo catch your interest? - What?

- Few people are interested in information. - In what?

Information!

I have a teaching machine at home.

I mean, rarely anyone is interested enough

to visit the exhibition more than once.

Knowledge is really just what we...

We prepare...

It is our product.

Wait a sec, Kisse. I'll be ready in no time.

Listen.

- I think you could... - But you don't know me.

You're a free individual.

Only a free individual can act the part of an oppressed one.

Saara Turunen was socially detached, as weaker people still are.

- A victim. - Victim of what?

You'd be quite interested to know.

She was very primal, like a little vampire.

- But also very piteous. - I'm not like that.

That's exactly why.

She was to rescue a child from being hit by a car.

After the shot, she put the child down.

And walked straight under a car from the opposite direction.

- That's awful. - Isn't it?

- I'm sure you'd be good. - To get hit by a car?

Hey!

Can't hear you!

Strike!

Come here!

Strike?

- I wonder if they've thought it through. - Who?

Your technicians, or whatever they are.

Yah.

Or is it mere mass unrest?

It happens with mood pills misuse, but it's very easy to treat.

I don't know if it's that's the case here.

If the Assistant Manager and the CEO always slow down obvious reforms

and you can't even talk to them, of course they should be fired.

Frankly, they're complete idiots.

Sure, sure.

Incompetence must be resisted at all times and all places.

It's not quite that either.

Some people just don't want to believe that others want to live too.

- And money's not the only reason. - You said it well.

There are many sides to life, and to every person.

- You'll come, won't you? - Let's see now.

- Your child? - Yes.

- Is she a good girl? - Ask her!

Of course children are good.

- No, nothing like that. - But you already knew Saara back then.

How can you know that?

I hardly remember it myself.

I'd been abroad for several years when she died, I was married.

I've been happily married for 53 years now.

You mentioned some films.

Yes, she liked being filmed. And I filmed him a little bit.

Here are some of them, but in strict confidence.

- Since you're researching her. - Of course.

The old creep.

We could still blackmail him with this material.

We can't use these, can we?

Of course we can. Truth above everything.

I helped Sara financially at first.

She was a good girl, a pleasure to help.

We had a very sweet time together, she wasn't what you think.

It's not just a question of economics.

Go and bullshit the others, why hound me?

There, there. Come on now.

I'm warning you.

I can smell a social climber a mile away.

Let me smell you, I'll fucking smell you.

- Everyone was here last night. - I guess so.

Is that you?

No, that's Dad.

- I'll go and... - Yeah.

Seen one, seen them all.

- You remember him well? - Sure, every model is special to me.

I remember Saara in particular, I'm the one who discovered her.

Later she learned to move and started stripping.

Really?

A profession like any other. It wasn't easy, in those days.

Let's take a couple of photos of you, miss.

But we're just here to ask questions.

You can get a photo of anyone if you just know how to shoot.

Saara had perky breasts.

Not quite like...

That's it!

Saara posed exactly like that too.

I took the first nudes of Saara.

Totally naked?

Of course, artistic photos. Not exactly virginal, but beautiful.

There.

There.

There. There.

She had to go on with it.

Or the husband would've found out.

Tiny pussies!

Good!

That's it!

All right, that's enough!

Does Kisse remind you of any of your models?

No. Why?

That's all. Thank you for your trouble.

- Hello, sir. - Hello...

I hope we're not disturbing you. Although the day is nice and warm.

Verily, verily. Do you have my films?

- I haven't had time to watch them yet. - Just be sure to return them.

Good Lord.

Like two peas in a pod, if you put your hair like that...

It's true! Beautiful!

Young, so young!

Saara was like youth itself, so natural and genuine.

I would've helped her even at the time of her death,

if I hadn't been abroad.

Why did you go abroad?

My work took me there. We did foreign trade back then, too.

- And your wife was with you? - Yes.

Maybe it was good that she got away.

We met in the summer, in the late '60s,

The war was in Vietnam then.

I'm sorry.

Wrong room!

She had a role in five movies, a total of 127 seconds.

A biography in itself.

So she made a living doing this?

Not exactly.

She was a drugstore salesgirl, this was for extra money.

- She was an ordinary, natural girl. - I think she enjoyed being for sale.

- Not enough talent for anything else. - Have you measured her IQ?

- Yes, she'd been to career counseling. - You're lying.

Here you are.

She didn't lack intelligence, just education.

What do you think, Kisse?

I don't know what to say yet.

You're making her into an exception, not an ordinary person.

An exception can also be an image of its time.

What exceptional about me will you reveal?

In a job like this one has to keep all options open.

People are different, sometimes surprising.

Imagine if it was suicide.

She was in trouble: the scandal. Or afraid of losing the role.

All she had was her scant looks.

You're much prettier, although you look the same.

- Yes? - It's Anu.

- You remember what drugstore salesgirls wore? - No.

You'll be a wonderful Saara!

Slower, slower!

Linger on the details, let the clothes caress your skin.

It makes the audience stir.

Imagine that they are licking you with their eyes and enjoy it!

That's it! That's it!

Good, good!

It has the right color of time.

Beautiful! Brilliant!

Damn good stuff!

Good, that's it!

Beautiful!

- That's great! - Do it again.

Remember, people want you. This is about the institution of nudity.

Be more vulgar!

That's it, good! Now the next shot!

Right!

If you'd lived in the 19th century

a painting would be the most you'd leave behind.

But about Saara Turunen we have press articles, films,

and a huge amount of archival information.

And there will be even more about us.

But how useful is it to a researcher?

Is it difficult to sort right information from wrong?

A large amount of data is even harder to interpret.

I want to help people to see.

See what?

You have exactly the same eyes.

Darling.

- Hi, are you alone? - Yes.

Of course.

I'm really busy right now.

You're a true conservative, work and merit are everything to you.

- Why can't you live and just be? - I've lived quite enough.

Besides, I am busy right now.

How're you doing with Kisse?

You're a funny one.

Can't you see the state you're in?

Right.

You're like that when you're in love. Don't you remember?

Give me a kiss.

A better one! Like this.

And if you dare to sleep with Kisse,

remember she's not from the last century! Kiss, kiss!

She's a very promising girl.

She could work more independently.

Are you already bored with her?

No, that doesn't affect me.

I just think Anu Huotari is ready to move on.

Not a word of the strike on TV. Why not tell Raimo about it?

- I will, I will. But let's not be hasty. - But so what.

A typical elite civil servant hardly bothered by these matters.

Me and the boys decided that when the strike is over,

we'll get that international room for the tropical hall.

- Get me Kuortane 1788. - Kuortane 1788.

Yes.

- Yes? - Raimo Lappalainen from the Institute of History.

Are those strikers still as stubborn?

Lane one to the right forbidden.

Have you heard about the strike in a factory?

Who'd be crazy enough to go on a strike? No such thing these days.

It would've been on the Light Channel.

I'm bothering you with this insurance matter again.

- Good day, this is Repo... - Dammit.

- Where have you been? - Kissing.

Good to have healthy hobbies.

Tell me confidentially, how many of them were there?

You don't want to answer.

What will our viewers think? Our sympathies are with you.

Clear up misunderstandings, leave no room for malicious rumors.

How did these events get started? It is about destroying life.

Dear viewers. The '70s progress can't accept just anything.

So says our team of experts representing the best talents of the Church,

sociology, psychology, and the Home Preservation League.

Horrible. Poor thing.

She certainly doesn't seem to control the situation.

- She' s been bullied out of her wits. - But she did it to herself.

- Are you sure? - Of course.

By acting crudely and causing a scandal.

But it is understandable, she was practically looking for an end.

All she had left were false pretenses and a creeping old age.

So death was the right solution?

In a way.

Should all those whose life is not real die?

The lowest branches of the trees are always in the shade.

They wither and fall away.

Of course I'm sorry, I hate to leave when this thing is really starting.

Is there no way to fix it?

I'm needed on other assignments.

- I'll go on a training period and so on. - Congratulations.

We'll manage, and Kisse will be a great help.

Keep moving and hold your head high. And we'll stay friends, right?

Let's all go out sometime and paint the town.

- Where did you say you're from? - The History Institute.

I see.

Have you collected these yourself?

- Are you from there, too? - She is my secretary.

I collected them myself, who else?

Nothing is so altruistic as owning books.

As I said on the phone, we're not looking for scandals.

Maybe. I don't know.

You've had your disappointments.

Saara's scandal must've been a heavy blow especially for you.

I was already divorced, remember that.

I knew in good time to let go of such a vile creature.

But she brought me shame even after we parted.

Even made my position at the library more difficult.

I was of course well outside it all.

But you know how dirty the human imagination can be.

The young lady sits in her favorite chair.

So she lived here.

No.

I moved here when we got divorced.

You didn't remarry?

A huge job, all this collecting.

When the sight is gone, only the scent remains.

Won't you feel this lady's face?

Why don't you get them on tape?

COFFEE

- Why don't you tape them? - What did you say?

- Why don't you tape the interviews? - Because he's an old idiot!

Why don't you tape the interviews, I said.

- Wouldn't it be more real? - You think so?

It would just distort Saara's image. We must stick to the essentials.

And I can only pay attention to you right now.

Let's dance!

- I can't dance, but you'll teach me. - Okay.

Would be lovely...

- Would be lovely to trip over your feet. - Silly.

He's not that easy to influence.

- I know that. - He thinks he's being sincere.

He is, and therein lies the danger.

Raimo has showed me the results of his research.

They reveal that almost everyone watches just the Light Channel programs.

That's true.

And Channel 4 is really free.

Anyone can express their opinions there, but no one's watching.

We don't know how to get people to understand.

Given a choice, they always take the easy one.

No problems, no suffering. It's so fucking sneaky,

you get many options, but only one's meant to be taken.

As if we had a button on our head, we let ourselves be deceived.

Censorship has been driven into people's own fucking mind.

But a few more years, and we'll get people moving.

- We just have to start today. - Just don't do anything rash.

Watch the Light Channel at 8 tonight and you'll see.

What do you think about the future?

- What do you mean? - What will it be like?

- Our future? - In general.

- I don't know. - You should know.

- What are you doing? - My job, some calculations.

- My head hurts. - Take a pill.

I hate pills.

You can't say much about the future.

Whatever the accuracy of predictions or the scientific basis of utopias,

the researcher's personal qualities will always be the deciding factor.

An optimist sees a bright future, a pessimist a bleak one.

Are you sure? Can't personal bias be discounted?

I'm afraid not.

So what will a study achieve?

Different things to different people.

During the last forty years, especially in the late 20th century,

more than 27,000 wealthy people have been preserved to wait for better times.

How has the preservation been done, Professor Häme?

Body temperature has been lowered to stop biochemical activity,

eliminating the effects of putrefaction, preservative fluid has replaced blood.

Will it be possible to revive them?

It may be possible in the future, perhaps in a hundred years.

But we don't know if the preservation method has been good.

But I'd say there is hope.

Even if they are successfully revived, can there be complications?

Yes, reintegration seems to be the worst problem.

Imagine waking up in a hundred years.

They may not feel comfortable in a foreign world.

Reintegration could be done by giving them familiar objects or clothes.

What if they are still overcome by a permanent depression?

It may be possible to transfer their intelligence to bionic data units.

I fear that future scientists would capture the brain activity

of the brightest and let the revived ones die again.

Despite the progress, you don't seem to believe in the future of humanity.

I fear that this period of peace and equality cannot continue.

Dear friends, I represent the Kuortane nuclear power plant strike council.

This is a peaceful non-violent demonstration. You haven't heard about our strike yet,

but we want everyone to know.

Power must be removed from the executive bodies

and the experts pretending to be impartial.

We invite you all to join us in making the decisions that affect us all.

Step by step we will extend our strike, all the power stations will join in.

And if one night in your home or in your neighborhood,

lights go out or the power is cut off in the whole city you must know:

behind this is a militant organization thinking about you and supporting you.

We demand that the officials in charge talk to us on an equal footing,

and we'll keep you informed on Channel Four.

We will proceed peacefully and as planned without violence.

We will exert pressure with our work, our numbers and our existence.

Dear viewers, so far you have been shown only shadows,

you've been given nothing but weeds.

And yet the world is rich with roses enough for all of us...

No! No!

Who can be behind such a thing?

You can't trust anyone.

That any amateur can come on the program to talk about progress!

As if everyone wasn't doing their utmost for it.

- Didn't you see... - Shut up!

They wouldn't be clamoring for power if they knew the reality.

Dear viewers, so far you have been shown only shadows,

you've been given nothing but weeds.

And yet the world is rich with roses enough for all of us...

Didn't you see that they shot him?

They shot him!

So what?

How many will be shot if people can move around mindlessly

without knowing anything?

You and your kind prevent people from knowing something!

What do you want to know? What do you so damn much want to know?

To be given bread and in return you can shut up!

Of course! But think about, why!

Coward! Coward!

Coward.

Coward.

I am first and foremost a civil servant

whose duty it is to support objectivity, the lifeblood of our progress.

- I think Olli is right. - What?

We have the responsibility. And I'm not so sure about Raimo.

- In what way? - That he's evil.

If we want opportunities for people and ourselves,

we have to give them to ones like him too.

- Has he already messed with your head? - On the contrary.

When the program's finished, I'll tell him our plans.

- And he gets to choose. - Hell, no!

Don't be so sure about Raimo. You don't know him yet.

That's why.

I don't want to decide anything about someone I don't know.

- For you. - What now?

- You going to betray me? - I'm sorry about yesterday.

- I got upset. - Of course.

I'm sorry too, darling.

I forgot that you were old friends.

- Darling. - Darling.

The last pictures of Saara are on that wall.

Five minutes before she died.

Almost as if she already knows.

That's right, isn't it?

I want a better death for this program than being hit by a car.

Something more dramatic.

We'll switch the car into a train. Like this.

It moves down the tracks, inexorably like death.

Saara waits on the tracks.

Runs and saves the child, just like in real life.

Fine.

Steps aside, puts the child down and moves away.

She stands still. But...

A train comes from the other direction. Saara doesn't notice, she is warned.

She doesn't hear, or doesn't want to hear?

And there! The tragedy has reached its conclusion.

Dear God. What shall I then do?

What do you mean?

Nothing.

Nothing.

- What is it, honey? - Nothing.

Nothing.

Like in a dream.

Or an old movie.

Human destinies converge.

A machine bringing people together.

Why don't we get married?

I feel like we belong together.

You'd complement my efforts and I could help you.

- You'd be an ideal wife for me. - Which one am I now?

Saara or me?

You want to insult me.

All right.

No.

Then why bring up Saara? She's dead.

All you have to do is choose.

Me?

Do you want a live one or a dead one?

How strange, as if work had no meaning.

You and your damn strike!

I could take all your nonsense in my hand and just blow!

Really, my...

My best aspirations...

If I can give

even a tiny drop of comfort to the people in their lives,

I can consider myself a success.

Just try to take that right from me!

Will you leave me now?

No.

I'll do my job and everything else.

- What else? - Everything that's relevant.

Here are walkie-talkies, we can be in direct contact.

- Do I press the button? - Yes.

We'll now shoot the train's approach.

Saara has rescued the child and put it down.

The train has just whooshed by.

You look straight ahead, relieved,

not noticing that a train approaches you from behind.

- Can you hear me? - Yes.

Jump aside when I yell. Can you hear me? Over.

I hear you.

Jump! You hear me?

Jump!

Jump, jump, jump!

Jump!

Goddammit, I told you to jump, it'll hit you!

Did you get the shot?

- The time? - 11:40.

PROGRAMMED DREAMS A POSSIBILITY

THE FIRST BATCH OF PEARS ARRIVES FROM SIBERIA

Today at 15.30 on the Light Channel "Entertainment for Millions".

At 16.10, Raimo Lappalainen's documentary portrayal

of a person from 50 years ago,

You ask about the researcher's role. It's always in the background.

Especially with a program like this, about an individual in the past.

Perhaps an unassuming figure elevated by research

to reflect her own time.

The researcher is impartial, humble, neutral.

You could say that he hardly exists.

"Faces from the Past", a program with a folk song's vigor and beauty.

Yeah, of course, you're right.

But it's better fix it than to leave it as it is.

Ambiguity is what sugar is to ants, it attracts the riffraff.

- Get what I'm saying, huh? - But I'm quite serious.

You think I'm fucking kidding?

Be careful not to get committed.

Committed to what?

The thing is.

If you don't get it, you don't get it.

Watch out or I'll have to handle this in another way.

D'you fucking get it?

In a moment, "Faces from the Past", a documentary by Raimo Lappalainen,

the portrait of a person from half a century ago.

Consistency is not a god, it comes in varying degrees.

First you have to define the task,

it creates the laws of consistency.

And honesty is always relative.

Relative to the job and the task.

Saara Turunen died in a train accident in 1976.

She was relatively unknown, ordinary and modest person.

She lived a short, hectic life.

Our sympathy is with her, just as it is with every individual,

great or small, in all circumstances.

Chronology was measured by the beginnings and ends of wars.

Violence was involved in all the major decisions,

at least as a background force.

Despite violence's abhorrence we can understand it:

most people were wandering without knowing and being aware

of themselves and their place.

Saara Turunen was one of them.

They were social dynamite, full of extreme pressures

the efforts of the politicians of the time were not enough to control.

Only our free society has found

individual and human ways to release these pressures.

Little Saara. We can already say so.

You are only just reaching out to the way of life

that is today permanent, secure, everyone's own.

What is it? Democracy.

A human-centered, liberal form of life

that must be guarded like a flower against all contradictions.

Well said.

So many, so many

have languished by the wayside.

So many, so many

have fallen in battles.

But discourage us

no earthly power will.

We will make peace

that will banish strife.

So become brothers

now the nations of the world.

And on the road to happiness

roses will bloom and blossom.

Away with want, away with misery

away with all such things.

The happy orphans of the world,

lift up your head!