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Any salt on the table?

Why do you hate me?

Everything would be better without me, right?

Nobody hates you, mum. Nobody hates you.

The whole bunch of you...

- Picking on me like ravens, right? - Who's picking?

And you've wound up Johannes against me, too.

- No one has wound me up! - Mum, you have to do something!

To the madhouse, right? Then it's okay.

You are my children.

And this is how you take it on against me?

What is it? What happened today? What's the problem?

- See, there's nothing... - Don't you yell!

- The neighbours will hear. - I can't go on like this anymore.

- Well, live without me, then. - Where are you going? Mum?

- This is what you want! - Mum, where are you going?

- Where are you going? - If I freeze to death on the streets...

- Let me go! Do not touch me! - Give me the jacket!

Let it go!

- You are my family! - Shut up!

- Go to your room and calm down! - What do you want?

- Cut it! Mum! - You have wound them up!

- Listen, mum... - Leave me alone!

- Mum... - Leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

Mum, who's calling?

- Kreete is calling... - I want to talk.

- Yeah. - What's she saying?

Wait. Keep calm. Talk to me.

Yes?

- I'm coming right away. - Mum, what'd she say?

I'll drop by at mother's. Something's wrong again.

Something happened?

- Where's mum going? - To grandma's.

- I want to come! Mummy! - Wait!

Get dressed, you're coming with me. Johannes...

They are not going anywhere! Their home is here!

This is what I want to talk about. Let's go and sit down.

Let's see where we can sit.

To that room.

- To the lift! - I'll kill myself if you leave!

- Dad! - Johannes, I'm going to kill myself!

Dad!

- She's not taking her medication again? - No.

Come out!

Come out!

Let me go! Drive!

Send us your poetry collection when you become famous.

- I will. - Will you raise or not?

You'll have to study now. You can't crib from a textbook there.

Yep. I'll enter the respectable circles at last.

So long.

Bye.

Bye.

CHILD KILLER!

No, wait! Kristiina!

Relax, I didn't put that...

Kristiina...

Will you read something to me?

I can read from the middle, the beginning is not quite ready.

So you've started to write in English now?

I thought I'd give it a try.

Will you come up, too?

No.

Wait...

- Here, take this. - Thanks.

- The Poet! Hello! - Hello.

- Hello. - Hello.

- So what's up? - Nothing much.

- When'd you arrive in Tallinn? - I'm arriving now.

- So, the car's still rolling? - Yeah.

You were lucky. Got it for a good price.

Raiks has a Seat Toledo at a great price.

If you're interested in a newer ride.

- Okay, I'm going. - Bye.

- We'll help you carry this. - No need.

Damn. It's full of bricks. Planning to build a house or what?

- Listen, my back is fucked. - So don't fuck in weird positions.

Dude went to a book store for the first time yesterday.

Grandma sent us to buy a Kivirähk book, found Kama Sutra.

- Fuck you! - It's good there are only pictures,

he can't read anyway.

Thanks.

Bye.

Lend me some dough for a couple of days.

- You don't pay back. - I will.

Just a little crisis. Need to buy a block of smokes.

You'll get 25. See that you pay back. Bye.

Bye.

Well, thanks. My back is fucked again.

Mum!

Come eat something! The coffee is getting cold.

- Jessica is walked. Bye! - Right. Good luck!

Boy! Where are you going?

You're not from our school.

I am. It's my first day.

- In the middle of the period? - Yeah.

Where's the wardrobe for 12a?

There.

Thanks.

Hello. The name is Johannes. I'm your new classmate.

I'm Bianka. Irka told us that you'd be coming today.

Hello.

Paula.

I'm for a sauna party. Let's vote!

Veto! Are we making a party to rub ourselves clean?

Johannes! Come here!

Listen, I'll introduce Johannes.

This is Geido. Kristo. Kristi. Eva. A very nice girl.

Plays badminton. We're in a band, too.

Kaarin, Hanna, Mihkel, Karmo, Raimo.

In front of the class, there's our class president Liisa.

This is Paula. The one with a high forehead is Peep.

Stinvald, his boyfriend. Robi... You don't need to talk to them.

Stinnu's grabbing Liisa's bottom.

Anyway, Diana, Ingrid and Marleen.

- So you've just moved here. - No. I'm from Tallinn,

- but went to live in the country. - Why?

Well... Long story.

First I went to school in Lasnamäe, then to Noarootsi Gymnasium.

Thought that there's peaceful life and pastures...

In fact, there were parties 24/7, so I came here to TRG.

A girl from our class went to Noarootsi. Kristiina.

- Do you know her? - Yeah.

Typical. In Estonia, everyone knows everyone and are related.

And all the children are made in a sauna while drunk.

Pille, I'm sorry. May I, for a moment?

Of course.

Hello, everyone. Please pay attention.

I have two announcements.

First, we have a new boy in our class, Johannes.

I trust you have been acquainted and will help him adapt.

And Liisa, have you told the class about tomorrow?

Who's not aware yet? Gunnar Post will visit us tomorrow.

He's a graduate of this school and a producer of the band Red Spots.

And during the Estonian lesson, we'll meet Ester Pajupuu, a politician,

so everyone prepare some interesting questions to ask.

And after the lessons, you can meet an author, Jaan Kunning, in the hall.

And don't be shy. Ask bravely.

That will be all for now. Thank you.

Up, up!

- Hello. How are you doing? - Well. Thank you.

Sit down.

So we have a new pupil.

What's your name?

- Johannes. - Johannes?

- And you come from Noarootsi? - Yes.

Was Gea or Helene one of your teachers?

- Gea's teaching younger grades... - Only in Swedish in the class.

- Excuse me. - Ok, sit down.

An exercise. Karin goes to cinema.

Johannes, you will have to write about yourself.

Do you understand? Up to half a page.

Be ready to read it aloud in class.

Liisa, would you lend Johannes your notebook?

- Why? - In order for him to become familiar

with what we've been doing.

He'll return it tomorrow.

Liisa's Swedish is very good.

And please copy the whole theory section.

Bye.

My name is Johannes.

- The Red Spots... - I only know one song...

Yeah, they have more songs. You can find them online.

But you are going to show your poetry to that producer, right?

You are an idiot if you don't!

You left Noarootsi to do something with your life.

I didn't come for school only. For mum, too.

And you're going to miss the opportunity?

Johannes...

- When are you coming to Estonia? - No point in freezing there.

We've had 26 degrees up here in Bangkok for a week now.

Suits me just fine.

- Wanna hear my latest creations? - Okay.

- So. Are you ready? - Yes.

The title is "Hold My Hands for a While".

- What are you laughing at? - It's something girlie, right?

What do you mean, girlie? It's just a title.

Listen to the whole thing and then decide.

- You listening? - Yeah.

- Oh, come here! Say hi! - Hi, Johannes!

- Hello! - Hey!

Listen... I have to go now, but send it to my e-mail.

- Yes, I will send it then. - Bye!

Mum, if you water the flowers in my room, use less water.

- Water spilt all over my notebooks. - Did it?

- Where are you going? - Out.

Where to?

- Ohoy, Poet! - Hey.

- Hi. What are you doing? - Nothing. Running.

- Let's go to my place. - Can't. Tomorrow's a school day.

- Screw that school. - Can't really screw it.

Come on. Zaiid got a shitload of booze from his father's brothel.

- No, I don't have money, and... - We bought some side drinks.

Come! Grab his feet! Let's go!

Tits and dickies, see what ape we've caught!

- Hey, Zaiid. How's it going? - Okay. Shut up. Have vodka.

- Here. - Now, pussies, share it friendly.

Shit, it's good to have you back in town. For how long?

I came for good now. Going to the Swedish Gymnasium.

- You cunt! That silk glove place? - It's not like that.

- I'd tell them to fuck off right away! - Well, thanks!

No, you're okay. I just don't get why you went there.

You see, the Swedish Gymnasium is a school with long traditions...

- Founded by the King of Sweden. - Okay, but are the girls pretty?

- Let's call some pretty chick. - Cut it.

Yeah, call someone, let's fuck her into pieces.

- Come on, let's call. - No, we're not! Cut it!

- Shit, dude has a smartphone! Stole it? - I bought it.

- Give it to me. Let's call! - Don't give it to him.

- He'll call all the way to China. - No way! I'll call Sigrid Raju.

She'd be straight here with more meat if she knew Zaiid got booze.

- Ask why he's not using his phone. - Why aren't you?

- Ivans robbed it! - Dude lets Ivans rob him.

Fuck, there were, like, four of them!

I took out the phone, wanted to call Raido,

then some cunt smashed me with a milk package. Took the phone.

- Shit, with a milk package! - And then they split!

You're a real ape, you know. Come, let's talk outside.

I can smoke some weed with you, but I won't do any chemistry.

We want to expand our business.

You're going to the Swedish Gymnasium, could keep your eyes open.

If someone wants to party, give them my number.

- They are more like nice kids there. - Nice kids want to party too.

And most importantly, they are loaded.

The son of the French Lyceum's headmaster is my good client.

I don't want to have any dealer air around me there.

I'm not talking about you opening a shop there.

Just when someone wants to party, give them my number.

So I'm not worthy of any talk anymore, right?

No, it's just...

a busy morning.

Everything okay with that notebook?

Well, yeah, it's dry now.

I don't know why you are accusing me like that.

- I didn't mean to do it. - Yeah, I get it.

It's just a notebook.

The day is a bust, again.

- Tell me, why are you doing this to me? - Why are you making a fuss again?

- It's just a notebook! - I make a fuss?

Then tell me how I should be with you!

Your egg's burning.

Johannes!

Johannes!

Listen...

I have to go to grandma's this weekend? Will you come too?

No.

Why are you not taking your medication?

Grandma hasn't seen you for a while. She would be glad.

You know you can't stop taking the pills.

She may need some help... Are you coming or not?

No, I'm not. I have to study. Bye.

Hi.

- Hi. - Hi.

Bloody cloakroom lady has swiped my sneakers again.

I can help you look for them.

Doesn't matter. It's not the first time.

If you're not sucking up to her, she'll just hide your things.

Liisa, my mum sends chocolate and a thousand apologies.

She watered the flowers and spilt water on it. I tried to save what I could...

- What have you done with it? - I can copy it if you want.

Are you an idiot or what?

No, I'm not.

I've heard a different story.

Sit down, please.

We have Gunnar Post here.

You all know him and his music.

Gunnar studied in this very classroom and Irina was his class teacher, too.

I'm sure we all have many questions, but let me start.

Maybe you can tell us what you're working on now.

Hello.

We're working on our newest album to be released very soon.

Is it difficult for an Estonian band to be successful abroad?

First of all, it doesn't work like that these days,

with a producer who rounds up a band and starts to market it.

The most important thing is the band itself and its music.

So with Red Spots, we have tried to make the music we like ourselves

and have not chased the "average listener".

Mr Post!

Mr Post... Maybe you'll give it a look.

- What shall I do with these? - I write poetry... Lyrics.

Some of them are in English, some follow the "good old" line.

No need to grade them, but if you have a moment...

- My name and number are here. - I'll take a look.

Thanks.

Don't harass him!

- The class party is cancelled. - Why?

Paula's parents were supposed to go away, but they're not, so...

My mother isn't going to be here this weekend.

Did you hear that? There's a party at the new guy's on Friday!

Instead of my place. Everyone's invited.

Good morning. Let us begin. Go to your seats.

Sit down.

And put on your aprons on, everyone.

Kaarin, will you hand out a sheet to everyone?

Young man! Go to your classroom, please.

I am in my classroom.

Who's that boy?

Kristiina is still pissed. She obviously didn't want anyone to know.

Hi. What's up?

I have a nice little story about your new friend.

What story?

- Wait, Karmo's also coming. - Hi.

- Do you want to know what your ex said? - Well?

This is not for spreading, right?

Anyway, I called Kristiina yesterday.

And it turns out that this Johannes is a complete idiot.

One you should strictly avoid.

Why?

Kristiina met a guy in Noarootsi,

got pregnant and had an abortion.

And Johannes stuck a label "Child Killer" on her dorm room door.

Pretty nice, right?

Kristiina didn't want anyone to know.

I don't know... He doesn't seem to be malevolent at all.

Yeah, but... How well do you really know him?

Yeah...

Mocking is one thing, but that was someone's personal problem

that no one was supposed to know, and he just spread the news.

And soon the whole school knew.

So there was this annoying chick and things were getting serious.

They went from room to room to find a place to fuck, but...

Hey. Dudes, let's roll.

- You have any smokes? - No.

- What? - I don't smoke.

So what now, then?

- Meaning? - What shall we do?

What?

The Kiosk is around that corner. Maybe you'll start smoking?

But I don't smoke.

What?

And you don't smoke even if I grab your neck?

The fuck are you hanging out here anyway?

Look at me!

Do you have any money?

Esko!

- What are you doing? - Nothing.

They are my classmates!

Hey, sorry! Next time, tell us that you're going to the Poet's.

- Here. Have one. - Right. Let's go up.

So you're having a party or what?

No, we're going to study for a chemistry contest.

- And we're not invited? - Some chicks are coming too?

Class affairs. I can't invite you. Barely know them myself.

Oh, yeah. Understood.

Bert, when are you paying up your debt?

- What debt? - The same old story, right?

See? This is your debt.

- I don't want your weed, I want money. - Sell it.

And you'll get your money.

- Where can I find a glass? - Plastic cups are there.

- No, I mean, a glass. - Over there, look for yourself.

Yeah.

Yeah, sixth floor.

Hey, Robi.

Hi!

Wait a minute. Shoes there, coat there.

Funny that you are the only ones so far.

- Are the others late or what? - They're not coming at all.

- Seriously? - Liisa told them not to come.

- Where'd you hear that? - Liisa is telling everyone

the new guy is a dork and not worth talking to.

- You're kidding, right? - No.

I just don't give a shit about her. Some whisky? Scotch. From Isla.

- Does she have something against me? - Very nice smoked taste.

Try it. But smell it first. First smell it, then taste it.

- I'm not much of a basketball player. - So what do you play then?

- Are there sail races in Noarootsi? - Yeah, and seaweed eating races.

Throw!

- Missed a bit, or what? - A backboard hit won't do?

Well, the new guy is a humourist!

Check it out. You haven't seen it? Webbed, like small flippers.

Do you know who invented the first snowboard?

But do you know who invented the second one?

- Meaning? - I don't know.

Jake Burton. From the States.

Mr Stinvald Ivor Karu, is it not a weird question?

In what sense?

Sorry, I'd like to do my homework.

Hello. How are you doing?

Well. Thank you.

Take out your exercises.

Kreete, would you please begin?

The Swedish king Gustav II Adolf founded two schools in Estonia.

Tallinn Gymnasium in 1631

and Tartu University in 1632.

There is a monument of Gustav II Adolf in Tartu.

He was born in 1594

and was killed in the battle of Lützen in 1632.

He had two daughters,

- Christina Augusta... - Augusta.

Christina Augusta... who died at a young age

and Christina who later became queen.

She was interested in literature, religion, alchemy and science.

She corresponded with many philosophers, scientists and writers.

Write something about Johannes for the yearbook.

JOHANNES IS HELPFUL... FREAK... SICK... DICK... ANAL FISH... SMELLY FART...

Very good, Kreete. Thank you.

Johannes, would you come and tell us about yourself?

Johannes?

Johannes, are you ready?

Johannes?

"Jag heter", but no "g".

Johannes, "jag är", but no "g".

We don't pronounce the "g" there. "Jag är".

"Mina intressen", it's plural, right?

Continue.

Johannes, "jag har"! Without a "g". Please.

Johannes, "jag"! No "g"! What do they teach you in Noarootsi?

It's a 12th grade for God's sake!

Start over.

Johannes, start over.

- Shit! - What's the hurry, eh?

Come here!

Grab that guy!

Grab that guy!

Grab him!

What's that? Take it out.

Take your coat off.

Search the coat.

Hands up.

Come.

Who's taking care of mum like this?

Easy for you to say.

Sitting in Adavere at grandma's.

It's not that easy.

It's easy for you to play good father.

You don't have to live with her.

I'm sick and tired of walking on eggshells.

So don't you lecture me about taking care of her.

You don't know how many times I've thought how stupid it was to come back.

But unlike you, I have a sense of responsibility for my family.

Wait!

Let's not tell mum about any of this today, right?

Yeah.

I'll fix that mirror thing. Here.

And promise that you won't tell Bert and Esko off, too.

I don't want any trouble for them.

Mum...

I found your pills in the bin.

Why aren't you taking them?

What's wrong with you?

The psychiatrist prescribed the pills. Why are you not taking them?

- What do you care? - I care a lot.

You have to take them.

Give me the remote. I want some peace!

I want some peace, too.

I can't take them.

I don't like what they do to me.

The Tretyakov Gallery is one of the biggest museums in the world.

I'm sorry for coming late.

Oh, sorry, I used your desk.

Will you sit with Paula until Liisa is finished?

Liisa, go on.

Don't sit here.

- You hear me? Sod off. - You'll survive a couple of minutes.

Are you an idiot or what?

- Do you not get it? - Relax.

Go away.

Paula! What happened?

Nothing.

Paula, please go back to your desk.

Paula! Please go back.

- No, I won't. - Excuse me?

You can't make me sit beside someone I don't want to sit by.

Paula, I order you to go back to your desk.

Quickly, please, let's not waste any time.

I'm going.

Very well.

Paula!

Goodbye.

Bye. Bye. See you tomorrow. Bye.

Johannes, wait up.

The last one will close the door.

How are you doing?

Okay.

Did something happen between you two? Did you say something to Paula?

No.

Honestly?

Yeah, I didn't say anything to her.

Why are you so quiet? Why don't you talk to the others?

I have this feeling that they do not want to talk to me.

You're kidding!

Be more sociable.

Like that! With this smile, go and talk to the others.

But the entertainment there was out of this world.

Three-hour show, worth every penny of that 14 euros.

What are you doing on Saturday?

Dad's birthday.

And for how long?

I'll see what presents they get him and leave as soon as possible.

I thought we could go and see the new place in Lai street.

I'll ring you when I'm in the city.

Deal.

Hello...

Hey, what are you doing there?

Happy birthday!

Thanks.

How's school?

Well, you know, an elite school.

Classmates are complete psychos.

What?

Doesn't matter.

You know, we were to Samut Prakan Crocodile Farm in the weekend.

A little south of Bangkok. Really cool. And creepy too.

How's mum?

Mum...

She is sleeping.

You don't have to spare me, speak.

I don't know, this moving back may not have been a good idea.

She's still hysterical...

And whining.

I thought that my going to Noarootsi would hint to her that things are wrong.

And then she didn't take her pills again.

I don't know.

- Go to Ege's then. - Stop it. She has a family.

But...

Never mind, I'll manage.

And you're so far away. Can't visit us and...

And how's dad?

He's at grandma's.

I don't think he's coming back.

Called today, for my birthday and...

But it seems that it's better for him to hang there in Adavere.

- Where's he working? - At a gas station. As a salesperson.

- When are you coming home? - I don't know. No sooner than a year.

- Not coming for Christmas? - No.

Hey, I must hurry to my lecture.

Okay, bye, miss you.

- Mum... - Don't touch me!

Go away.

Leave me alone. Go away.

- Please go away. - You should go to sleep...

Please go away.

Go away, please!

- Please calm down. - Please leave me alone.

Leave me alone, please!

I have to go to school.

I'm late.

Bye.

Did you hear the new song this morning?

- No. - It was on TV.

Sorry.

What?

My lyrics.

Come, let's go to the class.

I... I need this.

On the first page, you will write your first and last name and the date.

Today is the 13th of December. Here you go.

You have two hours to complete the test.

No talking to each other.

You can only leave in the event of an emergency.

I recommend you start with the most difficult exercises

and move on to the easier ones.

Should anyone have questions, come quietly to me.

So here you go...

EUROPEAN TOUR JUNE 6 - AUGUST 3

NEW ALBUM

- Post Records, hello. - Hello.

Would it be possible to talk to Gunnar Post?

- Who's asking? - Johannes Tamm.

I had an agreement...

I mean, he was supposed to call me to talk about some lyrics.

- And what was your name? - Johannes Tamm.

One moment, please.

- Hello. - Yeah.

Mr Post is not in at the moment.

- And when is he supposed to come? - I don't know. Try again later.

- Alright. Bye. - Bye.

- Post Records, hello. - Hello, it's Johannes Tamm.

- I'd like to talk to Gunnar Post. - Hello. Yeah, he's at a meeting.

- Can I leave him a message? - Tell him that Johannes Tamm called.

Yes, I gave him your number and he'll call you back.

How long's the meeting?

- I don't know. - Okay. I see. Thanks.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Here you go.

- Post Records, hello. - It's Johannes Tamm, I wanted...

You see...

Mr Post flew away today.

- He flew away? - Yes, he is abroad for about a week.

Maybe he just doesn't want to talk to me?

Look, I don't have time to discuss these things with you.

If he's not in, he's not in.

- I can't help it. - It's important.

You could just tell me that he doesn't want to talk.

- Hello. - Hello.

I'm Johannes Tamm. I wanted to ask if...

- Hi! - Hi! I'll let you in.

Would it be possible to meet Gunnar Post?

I'm afraid he is away for two weeks.

For two weeks?

You said one week earlier.

Well, he's moving around. He's not at the office from 8:00 to 5:00.

- Plans change. - Oh, hi!

You look good. Leave the instrument here.

Take a bottle of water and... Right, let's go.

No, you're not going there now.

If Post wants to lie, let him do it himself.

Tell him to come here, please.

Are you kidding me? I saw him. Please call him.

He's really busy now and I won't call him out. Please leave.

Five minutes!

I can't...

I'll call security if you don't leave.

I'm not leaving until Post talks to me.

What is it?

He's not leaving until you've talked to him.

- I'm busy. Send him off! - Please tell him yourself.

- He saw you! - Tell him I'm busy.

- I'll call him... - Well, tell him yourself!

Dear God! Give it to him.

- Yes. - Quickly, why are you bothering me?

There is a song with my lyrics on the new album by Red Spots.

- Come again? - My words, but your name.

- What lyrics are we talking about? - "Hold My Hands for a While".

Hey, young man, just go back to school now.

I have not stolen any words from you. Got it?

I didn't say you stole them, I gave them to you.

I wrote these lyrics, is it clear?

I don't care how much you're making on it. They're my lyrics, I want my name there.

Listen, all sorts of groupies have scratched that door,

but this is the first time I hear this shit.

Do you realise what you're accusing me of?

Sod off, don't bother me!

Sod off! Marvi, call the security.

Hey, Poet!

Hi. What are you doing?

Not much.

Come here! Let's have a few drinks, fiddle with some pussies.

Ok, I'll get something to drink for myself.

Fuck.

Throw in a tenner too.

Two ciders as well.

- Can or bottle? - Can.

Fuck!

Of course...

- Hey! - Hey!

Two bottles.

- Is that it? - Yeah.

What's up? Coming to the party?

Or going home to polish your rocket?

No, first I'll come to the party and then polish my rocket.

No need. Sigrid Raju is coming. We're going to bring her.

Bought gin and tonic. It's like diesel for an old transit to her.

Ignition, and...

So get your cock ready.

Everything okay?

- See you. - See you.

Hello.

- And one vodka too. - Half-litre?

Yes.

Look who's coming!

Look who's in Lasnamäe again! Let's go get a drink.

Are you idiots or what?

Looks like Nike's in fashion again?

You're the only one who didn't raid that store with Zaiid.

Piss off!

- Are you idiots? - What's the matter?

Take these off! Quick! Can't open the zippers?

- Relax! No problem. - Oh, no problem?

- It's okay. - No problem?

- Sorry. - Sorry, my ass!

- Calm down, Zaiid. - I don't care!

- I just put it on for a party. - You will never put it on! Jerks!

Quick!

- Quicker! - When'll we get them back?

You won't if you're so stupid.

- Hey, sorry. - Sorry! A pair of morons.

You have no idea what Bert and Esko have done here.

They're licking Zaiid's father's boots to get into his mob.

- Who'd want these guys? - Yeah!

And beside the dope, they collect debts with Zaiid.

And rob stores.

So, how are you doing?

Do you know Gunnar Post? A music producer.

He wrote a song with my lyrics and it's a big hit now.

- Do you know Red Spots? - No shit!

Wait...

- Is the vodka all gone? - Yeah.

So who'll get some more?

I'm going to the store. Who wants what? Get your money.

- I want rum. - One rum, okay.

- Listen, then you're doing very well. - Yeah.

- But no one knows these are my lyrics. - What?

- They were stolen. - Stolen?

Long story.

Who ordered drinks?

Take it. Ciders are in the bottom. Don't touch, they're mine.

- Are you a bastard or what? - Where'd you go with that fag?

- Don't touch me. - What?

- Don't touch me. - As if I have not fucked you enough.

What are you gazing?

- I'm not gazing. - Relax, Zaiid.

Relax! Let me go!

Let me go!

Zaiid, relax!

You don't honor me or what?

- What? - Zaiid, Relax!

Johannes, go away!

Wanna get beaten up?

Looks like it's this stage of the party.

Calm down, okay?

And I'll go home.

You're going nowhere!

Johannes!

Fucking puppy! You think you're a hot shot?

The fuck you're fingering my ex?

Fucking queer! You think you're a hot shot?

Hitting on my ex-girlfriend?

Fuck!

That's it. Relax!

- What's going on? - He's fucking hitting on Riina.

- Relax. - Piss off.

- Relax. - I said, piss off!

- Relax. - Piss off!

Right now!

Fucking hell!

Come on!

Listen, Zaiid...

- Calm down, let's go inside. - Let's find him!

Let's go! Quick!

- Please let me in. - What?

- Open, please. Wait! - I'll call the police.

Johannes!

- I'll just go home, right. - Stay put!

- Bert, you let me go home, right? - Yeah. Relax.

- What the fuck are you waiting for? - Zaiid, calm down.

Fuck, Zaiid!

They called from your school. Do you know that?

No.

You're summoned to the headmaster's office.

You just changed schools. Why are you not studying?

Dear God, you're bleeding.

What's going on?

You don't get it anyway.

What do you mean? You come home in the middle of the night, bleeding,

trouble at school...

Have I raised such a son?

You didn't fucking raise me at all! Look at yourself!

You can't handle yourself, how could you raise me?

I've raised myself!

- What did you say to me? - It doesn't matter. Go to your room.

In the morning, I'll be fine, but you'll be the same schizoid idiot.

Fuck!

You don't need me, right?

- Don't start... - Very well.

You wouldn't have this home! Nothing to eat!

- No bed! - Quit it!

You wouldn't have these books, nothing! No clothes!

- Quit it! - Hands off!

Open the door! You hear me?

Open it!

I'm not going away!

Open this door!

What are you doing to me?

You're attacking me? Where are you going?

My god, what time is it? Why haven't you eaten?

- I don't want to. I want to watch TV. - Eat. We are in a hurry.

Are you up? I brought you some things.

How are you feeling?

I feel alive, I guess.

Do you need money?

No. Dad just wired something.

I thought I'd go to mum's tonight. I'll try to talk to her.

But don't you worry about that Post. We'll see to it in the evening.

I'm off to work now.

I think we should listen to something really cool

from that Estonian band who have released a brand new song. Before Christmas!

Yeah, this is how the spending craze is fed.

Just a few days before the 24th.

The band is Red Spots and the song is "Hold My Hands for a While".

I emailed my sister. She's in Thailand.

I regularly send my texts to her.

And the date is...

here.

It's before I met Gunnar Post.

Very good. Now we can call and ask him what he has to say.

Can you forward this to me?

Your sister's phone number, too.

Hello.

Good heavens!

What happened to you?

I prefer to think that nothing happened to me.

What is it with your eye?

Bad friends.

Or...

not friends, but company.

Did you tell the police?

No.

And I'm not going to.

Otherwise I'll just be lynched somewhere in Lasnamäe.

Well, I'll be lynched anyway.

Have some tea.

Yeah. Thank you.

I have...

I have trouble at home.

My mother is ill.

Depression.

Serious depression.

She used to work as a bookkeeper, but when she was...

Because of her illness...

She had to leave, and then...

Unbearable situation.

I have moved to my sister's now.

Our school and our class is producing makers of the future of Estonia.

Who knows who any of you may become.

A politician, a successful entrepreneur...

All these may become useful connections in the future. Use every opportunity.

Who knows, maybe I'll become prime minister someday.

Of course! Why not? They all are coming from our school.

The first thing I'll push through is bigger salaries for teachers.

Very good. We like pupils like this.

Thank you.

- All right. Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Yes?

- Hello. Is it Johannes? - Yeah.

Hello. This is Gunnar Post. Listen, some journalist called me.

Yeah, let me guess. He wanted to congratulate on your new album?

Quit it. There's no need to feed bullshit to journalists.

If you have your version about it, tell it to him. Why are you telling me?

Does all this have to appear in the newspaper at all?

I don't know, it seems to be a bit late to call it off, right?

Quit it! Do you know what will happen to you,

if you keep on spreading this shit?

- So what should I do now? - Call the bloody reporter

and take your fake illusions back.

He'd sure be very amused to hear this conversation now.

Hey, man, fuck off! Fucking cut that crap, you hear?

Out of sparkling already?

Ege!

Johannes, get some more. There's a bottle in the fridge.

You'll make it back before the new year.

Johannes!

Hi!

- Hi! - Happy end of year!

Happy end of year.

Listen, sorry about the Zaiid thing. He was totally out of it.

No worries. At least I'm alive.

Bert said you hit him, too.

Yeah.

What are your plans for today? Partying?

- No. - I'm at my sister's.

Johannes!

Hey... Bye.

Calm down!

You hear me, Zaiid? Calm down!

- What do you have to say? - Come out! Let's talk.

- I'm not coming. - The fuck you're hassling Riina?

- Fuck off! - Who are you telling to fuck off?

I don't have anything to do with Riina and nothing to discuss with you.

- You're telling me what to discuss? - It doesn't matter, Zaiid.

You're a complete idiot.

Let's go.

Alright, come on.

- Police. What happened? - Hello.

Please talk.

I know who robbed the sports store.

I promise to study

and try to pass the final tests.

I don't know...

Why am I playing the old record all over again?

You have to study, not miss your classes. You've heard that a hundred times already!

I'll study.

We have already heard these promises.

We were kind enough to take you to our school.

You have abused our kindness.

I promise not to skip school again and try to pass the final examinations.

I do believe he wants to make an effort.

Let it be just a warning this time.

But should there be any missed classes, even one,

you're out of here!

Thank you.

I'll really try to be better. I do want to graduate from this school.

Thank you.

You're scaring the poor child!

Not bad, eh?

- Hi! - Hi!

Hi! Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!

So...

Where were you?

A spa holiday with the headmaster?

Sucked his dick so that he'd keep you here?

No, I beat up some elite school jerks with my friends from Lasnamäe.

And sat in jail.

And the headmaster?

Hello, everyone.

I wish you a happy New Year.

I hope you have all had some rest and a nice holiday.

And that you're ready for the last stretch to the end of high school.

And that you are now especially careful with your work,

as a good academic record will help you get into a good university.

Or the right connections, as in Johannes' case.

Is it so painful to be in the same room as me?

- Kids! - I have every right to be here, like you.

- And I don't bother anyone. - Please,

solve your differences in the recess. Is it clear?

Yes. I'm sorry.

Let's begin.

I don't get what's wrong with me that does not suit you.

Unbelievable.

What you did to Kristiina in Noarootsi is a good enough reason.

So what did I do?

The note on her door.

- I didn't write it. - Kristiina said that you did.

And I've known her for years and I trust her a bit more than you.

I didn't write it. Kristiina got pregnant and had an abortion.

She was away from others for a while in her room.

Someone put a note on her door, "Child Killer".

Just because she opened the door when I tried to remove it

does not mean I wrote it!

If Kristiina does not believe me, it's her problem.

The guy who got her pregnant borriwed money for an abortion from everyone.

Everyone knew.

What the fuck did you do?

- I took a picture. So what? - Delete it!

- Why? - Delete it.

I can delete it from here, but it's synced with my Dropbox.

- Then delete it from Dropbox as well. - Why should I?

What's wrong with you?

There's nothing wrong with me.

But here is the deal. If you don't cut the crap,

then the photo will be posted on Facebook,

Twitter, Instagram...

I don't know... the school bulletin board?

Give it to me!

You hear me?

You're going to be polite with me. Is it clear?

I have my invisible friends here, too.

- Shall I introduce you? - Please do.

Okay.

This is Ronilla.

She is a harelipped albino midget Kurdi refugee.

But very good hearted.

Oh yeah, there's...

her ugly girlfriend Mai.

Alright...

Listen...

I'm having my birthday party tomorrow night.

Come.

Hey!

Step in.

Wait up!

Wait!

Come into my car, let's talk.

No way.

Here. Take it. Let's forget about all this.

What is it?

- An author fee? - Listen.

Let's put an end to all this here and now.

Sorry, it was my mistake, really.

Sorry.

Fuck, don't. If you go on, I'll call the police.

Don't worry, I already did.

PRODUCER GUNNAR POST STOLE SCHOOLBOY'S LYRICS

Hello.

Hello.

- Would you like some coffee? - No, I'll make some tea.

I'll put the kettle on.

How's school?

Today went pretty well.

I'm sorry.

Here.

Read it.

- Happy birthday! - Thanks.

I hope you have a vinyl player.

Thanks. Yes, I do.

- Sorry for being late. - Don't worry.

We've talked so much about you and your song.

Come on in.

- Hello. - What are you drinking?

Wine, cider, juice?

Juice, yes.

- Hi, Johannes. - Hi.

Here you go. Go to the others, I'll find a vase.

- Hi. - Hi.

I heard your interview on the radio today.

This Post will have to pay you a hefty sum, right?

Well, I'm not that interested in the money.

It's just that they're my lyrics. Period.

I reported it to the police too.

They are checking my computer and e-mails.

It's very likely that the matter will end up in court.

Hey, Poet!

Now what? Came to steal? Let's see what you have here.

We know your face, thug!

What's that? Stealing bread?

- Clear. - You're lucky!

What are you doing? You have a carnival or what?

We work here!

You don't believe it? You know what sort of trouble we were in lately.

Zaiid sang to the cops like a birdie. Snitched on his own father!

Zaiid's dad is after his boy's balls now. The boy cooked a real mess.

We were lucky, we made a deal and got probation.

Raido's aunt is a manager here, so we got this job. The parole officer likes it.

- Beside that, there's CS. - What?

Raking the grass, collecting dog shit.

CS. Community Service.

- How long will you have to do? - Eighteen months.

One month down.

Then we're straight off to Australia. What was it...

Seattle!

- Okay. So what'll you do there? - I'll teach surfing.

- You can't surf! - I'll learn. And then teach.

Why are you loitering here?

To work!

- Who's that? - It's an ok job,

but the security manager is such a dickhead.

Some wannabe author. He should check the monitors,

but he writes his fucking novel!

Didn't you get it? To work!

It's just an oral warning this time.

Bye.

Liisa!

I didn't put that note on Kristiina's door.

- I don't know who did. - Okay.

Don't you think you are being unfair to me?

- Do you want us to be friends? - No.

But I don't want you to hiss at me every time I talk to you.

So don't talk to me.

You're pointless.

Don't start joking around and telling others off here!

Because it's your job, right? Telling people off.

And don't yell at me.

You think that being in the papers once makes you cool?

- Don't you think you're exaggerating? - This idiot is exaggerating.

- Taking the bus? - Yeah.

Very good. Then I can walk with you for a while.

What are you doing this evening?

Going out with my imaginary friends.

Maybe you could take them with you and come to a concert?

We're performing this evening in a jazz lounge.

In fact, we don't get along that well, can I come alone?

- Why is that? - Because...

Because they have their own imaginary friends and I find it sick.

I was so nervous! My voice trembled from fear.

No, it was cool, really.

I don't know. I thought it didn't sound as it should have.

It sounded very good.

What are you afraid of the most?

- What am I afraid of? - Yeah.

- Why this question? - Yes. What are you afraid of?

Death.

Okay, I guess not.

What am I afraid of? Old age? Or is this a wrong answer, too?

Oh, yeah, I'm afraid of isolation.

That no one at all cares about me.

- Is that enough? - Enough.

Very honest, sincere...

Thank you. Your turn.

- My turn? - Yeah. I'm asking, then you're asking.

And...

- I can ask anything? - Yeah.

Like, actually anything?

Yeah.

What's your favourite colour?

What?

Walk me home.

Will you plead guilty today?

MUSIC PRODUCER

I'm not guilty of anything and I hope the court will not indulge this fiction.

Johannes Tamm, who has been in the media for several months,

felt rather confident in the courthouse.

It is very confusing, I've had nothing to do with court before.

STUDENT

But I turned to court to get justice

and I hope the evidence will speak for itself.

Yesterday, Gunnar Post denied being guilty of anything.

The next session will be in three weeks.

Next up, today's weather.

I've given like a million interviews for TV and radio.

Totally wicked.

So when will you come to Estonia?

I don't know.

In fact, I thought I would stay here for a while after graduating.

Try to find a job and...

Maybe you could stay at Ege's. They bought a bigger apartment.

No, Johannes, I'm not coming.

- You're not coming at all this year? - No.

Would you agree...

to talk to mum? Just a few words.

What should I say to her?

Forget it.

- She's really trying. A few words. - What are you talking about?

I'm not pretending a few pills make everything right.

I can't forgive the mad things she did to me for all these years

and driving me to the verge of suicide.

Yes, but she's ill.

Maybe I'm ill too.

But you could make an effort. Otherwise it's a vicious circle.

She disgusts me. I won't play nice daughter for her.

Sorry.

I just can't.

I understand. And no one is forcing you.

Hey,

in fact, I wanted to wish you a nice graduation.

Thanks.

The next diploma is for Bianka Saaremäe.

Special honours in music.

The next diploma is for Stinvald Ivor Karu.

The next diploma is for Johannes Tamm.

Special honours in literature.

- Well done. Congratulations. - Thanks.

- Congratulations. - Thanks.

The next diploma is for Karmo Annus.

Special honours in gymnastics.

That was a check.

Tall boy,

move to the edge.

And you go over there. Good.

Hey, a small bunch of us are going to Hiiumaa this weekend.

Are you coming?

Look over here.

What are you going to do in Hiiumaa?

We'll swim and grill and...

Eva, Mihkel, Karmo, Raimo, everyone is coming.

Bianka, too, right?

You're inviting me to Hiiuma to grill?

- Fuck off, Paula! - Here's the shot!