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He seems to be a commitment-phobe.

He changes women like shirts.

He always wears
the same old clothes.

And stinks.

You sure you don't want
a better man?

He can't just dump me like that.

Looks like he's about
to learn a lesson.

A small reminder of how
women should be treated.

What kind of reminder?

Miss Ekberg, we'll find out
in another session.

Another hundred euros is no problem.

What did you see?

Somebody threw a body in the sea.

Oh no, nothing that heavy.

Maybe just a black eye
or something like that.

Err... I'm sorry.

There seems to be
some interference... in the network.

I see blood. A nose bleed.

That's what he's begging for.

Please tell me his name.

Vares. A private detective.

VARES
THE GIRLS OF APRIL

Hi, Ruuhio.

Why not.

Sure, see you.

BASED ON A NOVEL BY REIJO MÄKI

WRITTEN BY KATARIINA SOURI

Can you take me to a hotel downtown?
- Sure. Hop in.

PRODUCED BY
JUKKA HELLE AND MARKUS SELIN

DIRECTED BY LAURI TÖRHÖNEN

Thanks.

Hi.
- Hi.

Slow news day?

You need patience if you're
looking for news in this town.

And I don't have patience.

It's been quiet for me, too.

I've got work for you.
- What? You murdered somebody?

If you don't have new bodies,
you have to dig up old ones.

In this case they never found
the bodies, so the metaphor is off.

If you know what I mean.
- Not at all.

You remember the Girls of April?
- Yeah.

Yeah.
- Yeah?

They've been in the paper a lot,
but the case is still unsolved.

Think about it. 15 years and
the rumors are still alive.

I'm sure
the trail hasn't gone cold yet.

How am I supposed to find
something new?

You don't have to find anything new.

I'm going to write
a series of articles -

about the most famous
unsolved cases.

You could get
background information for me.

Interviews with friends
and family, rumors, etc.

An easy job, right?

What are you doing?
Are you listening?

You know what this is?
- No.

It's the Mound of Venus.

The thing is,
easy cases turn complicated -

when women are involved.

These women have been dead
a long time.

A completely harmless case.
Even for you.

Families don't like it
when old wounds are opened.

So what?
- "So what?"

You'll open old wounds and
people will get emotional.

People love to read
about that stuff.

A good private detective
will do the job better -

than a journalist like me.
- Should I also give them hope?

You can solve the case if you want -

and add a zero to the invoice.
- Okay.

Get me a shovel.

Ruuhio gave me a tough nut to crack.

Aino Aaltonen, Kikka Valasranta
and Teresa Sundin.

The Girls of April.

A case from 15 years ago
that the police should've solved -

had turned into an eternal mystery.

Even though it was hard
to think of Ruuhio as a client, -

I felt an unemployed man like me
had to accept the challenge.

I had almost forgotten
what it was like 15 years ago.

Aino Aaltonen disappeared first.

She was last seen alive
on an ordinary day at 9:15 p. m.

MASSIVE SEARCH FRUITLESS

An eye witness said -

she was dressed too lightly
for the rainy weather.

There hasn't been
a confirmed sighting of her since.

A young woman just disappeared
into the darkness, -

and that April turned chilly.

ANOTHER STUDENT MISSING

Then Kikka Valasranta disappeared.

The whole city was
in a state of alarm.

Young women were afraid
to go out at night.

People stayed in and
were suspicious of each other.

For once,
the bars were empty.

There were rumors.

Everyone knew the girls or
someone who knew them.

And before April turned to May,
a third young woman vanished.

THIRD MISSING GIRL

Teresa Sundin.

TERESA DIDN'T KNOW
OTHER MISSING GIRLS

In May new leads stopped coming in.

The investigation
came to a standstill.

Summer came and people had
other things to think about.

Fifteen summers followed, -

and people talked less and less
about Aino, Kikka and Teresa.

Then they were forgotten.

The police claimed they were
still investigating the case.

And of course it was their job,
not mine.

The only thing I know for sure -

is that the girls didn't jump
into the river from this bridge.

How do you know?
- The bridge hadn't been built yet.

What did you want to talk about?
- C'mon. Long time no see.

Let's have a drink and celebrate.

What's that?

Did you find yourself a man?
- C'mon.

Things are great. Really great.
You get it?

I found a great lady.

When a hot chick like that
proposes to me, what can I do?

What can I do?

Guess where I found her?
- Where?

At a hot dog stand.

Who is she?
- I'm not telling.

You'll find out at the wedding.
- What?

Let's toast to that.
- Sure.

I need to tell you something.

I heard someone hired some guys
to take care of you.

They want to kill me?
- No, just bruises and black eyes.

You know, a little make-up.

Any idea why?
Who are these guys?

Gianfranco and Furry Dice.

You'll see.

Gianfranco is
a wannabe mafioso from Rimini.

Some local girl brought him
to Finland. He's a gigolo.

Who hired them?

Shit. Do I have to hire security?

Oh. Here they are.
What a coincidence.

What are you pushing me for?

What the hell is this?
- Get down. On the ground!

Get on the ground!
- Why?

Hold him down.

Scusa.

What the hell are you doing?

Scusa.

I'm a man of honor.
I had to punch you at least once.

Okay, let's go.

Sorry.

Ciao.

Hi. I'm Max.

Hi. Tristan.
- Tristan? Okay.

Nice to meet you, Tristan.

You seem a little lonely.

Don't stress.
Nobody knows you here.

No one knows anybody here.

Give me a piña colada, please.

You have your own place?
- Yeah.

I live here in Turku.
- Okay.

Guess what?
It's my birthday.

Happy birthday.
- Oh, thank you.

Make yourself at home.

I'm glad we met.

Are you from around here?
- I was smart enough to leave.

Oh. Where have you been?

Here and there. Mostly in Africa.
- Really?

All the way in Africa.

I would love to take
a beach holiday in Mombasa.

Oh, I almost forgot. I have a cake.

I want to go to Mombasa.

I've heard
so many stories about it.

Did you go to Kenya?

No. I was mostly in Central
and Western Africa. - Oh.

What was it like?
What were the people like?

It was pure hell.
Child soldiers killing each other -

and torturing their families.

That's terrible.

It must have been terrible.
- Kill or get killed.

Have you ever... killed...

...killed anyone?

I've lost count.

But you could be my second one.

That's a hell of a cake.

Go ahead, birthday boy.
Cut a piece from the tip and eat it.

Quit fluttering about,
little humming bird.

Are you a man?

Didn't your dad give you
the Y cromosome?

Give me the knife.

There's some testosterone for you.

Do something.

Fight me, defend yourself
or flee, at least.

Okay.

In that case I'll have to kill you.
- Why?

Well, I won't have to go to a hotel.

But you get to choose.

You want me to cut your throat or -

break your neck?

In this profession,
you learn to roll with the punches.

You can calculate the risks,
some you can a void.

Sometimes you can meet a risk
on the street.

Lissu Ekberg.

Spending a night with her
was a mistake -

and she was the last person
I wanted to see.

If I never saw her again,
it would be just fine.

It's strange that some women
disappear without a trace, and -

some you can't get make disappear
no matter how hard you try.

God damn it. I just ran into Lissu.

Has the psycho started hanging out
here? - I told you not to fuck her.

But you fucked her anyway.

That's right. We fucked
until the head board came loose.

You know how to use a drill?

On the work-for-drinks basis, yes.
- That's right.

Sure, I'll bring you drinks.

So what else is on your mind,
Scaffold Hill Hidalgo? - Guess.

Women.

Missing women. Three of them.

Great. I've been thinking
about women, too.

I have three. One for each of us.

Although I can do all of them
myself. -As a pastor, I condemn it.

You promised one of them
to our journalist friend Ruuhio.

Ruuhio! -We'll find four women,
one for Ruuhio.

We'll all have women. - Luusalmi
thinks he's got a brilliant idea.

Erotomaniacs Anonymous of Turku.
Does that ring a bell?

They're having an open house
tonight. - No kidding. Eremites?

No, erotomaniacs.
- They're sex addicts.

You sure know how to use fine words.

I'm sure a private detective knows
what "anonymous" means. -Yup.

How can you be anonymous
and have an open house?

They're looking for new members.

Sex is fun and
we should all have it, -

even though it can be
a bit of a problem if...

What is it?
- Stop.

She looks normal.

I think the official part
is about to end.

Let's go to the bar.

Let's go.

Dear friends, let's toast to Eros.

I expected something a bit wilder.

I guess booze is stronger
than instincts.

How's our case?

I'd say it's suffering
from morning stiffness.

Luusalmi used to date Kikka.
- What?

He wrote a book about her.

It's no literary masterpiece,
but anyway.

How come I don't remember?
- Jussi.

What's that?
- My writing finger. It needs work.

Of course.

Look at these people.

That normal-looking woman
must have problems with her libido.

There must be a nymphomaniac
lurking under the power suit.

Shit. She's coming our way.
- She wants you.

Don't freeze.

May I disturb you?
- Absolutely.

What's his hurry?
- I don't know.

He seems a bit inhibited
for this kind of an event.

I'm Sirkku Aaltonen.
- Jussi Vares.

What kind of inhibitions
do you have?

I can be extremely clumsy at times.

Did you say Aaltonen?
- Yes. Sirkku.

If you want to see my friend,
I'll talk to him.

I don't want to see your friend.

Aaltonen.

CEO Metto and MP Airismaa
Working For a Good Cause

We all vanish
from the face of the earth.

But there has to be a reason -

if three girls vanish
in such a short time.

In 15 years, all the evidence
must have spilled into the river.

If my only lead
in the case is Luusalmi, -

I better tell Ruuhio
I'll give up the case.

Good morning, Jussi.

Oh. Good morning, Jussi.
- Hi.

You want coffee? - I need
to go buy cream for the cat.

You have a cat?
- I think I do.

It must have climbed that tree and
come in through the window.

Does it have a name?
- No. You have any ideas?

Name him something biblical.
Issachar. Zedebee.

Cain or Abel.

Or Jesus.
- That's a good one.

I was just joking.

I guess you can't name a cat Jesus,
can you?

Jesus is fine.

My bed broke.
Can you take a look at it?

How did it break?
- The head board came loose.

You young men.

Sure, I'll take a look.
- Thanks.

Hi.

Buon giorno!

Furry Dice, ciao! Como stai?

Give me something to eat;
I'm starving.

I'll make you a Pizza Speciale.
- Okay.

Let me see.

Don't give these photos to Linnea
before she's paid for them.

These are shitty photos.
- That's all we got.

Fine, I'll take care of business
and you just make pizzas.

Dinnertime.

Just say meow
if you don't want to be Jesus.

Good boy.

It's no secret I dated Kikka.

It's just that the book is so awful.

I would've given it to you -

if I had known you were writing
about the girls.

But I doubt it'll be of any help.

So what happened between
you and her? - Nothing much.

Kikka was a beautiful woman.

Not as beautiful as Teresa
but still.

And the other blond one
was okay, too.

You mean Aino?
- Yes.

Teresa was a real readhead.

Some guys were lucky enough
to check it out.

What are you thinking?
- What if they're alive?

You mean they took off
to Santiago de Compostela -

and became nuns?

Or moved to Goa and started selling
jewelry at the hippie market?

It's possible.
- Not with Kikka.

She would've never become
a bride of Jesus, -

or moved to India to sell jewelry
to poor hippies.

She had more valuable goods to sell.

Okay, that was mean.
But she fucked me over all the time.

How?

She'd lie about where and when
she was going and with whom.

That's when I told her
to go for good.

I never saw her again.
- Did you know the others?

I never met Aino.
I met Teresa a couple of times.

She used to go to Hasse's Pub
and Hämeenportti.

There was never a shortage of men
who wanted to buy her drinks.

Imagine if you started
suspecting me?

Did the police interrogate you?
- They sure did.

It was a tough spot for a young man.

Thanks for the book. Next time
we meet, I'll give you feedback.

Fifteen years ago, Hautavainio
was a young criminalist.

Now I was on my way to meet
chief inspector Hautavainio.

You've seen this?

I sure have.

Is there anything factual in this?
- Factual?

We don't have any facts.

Well, there's no statute
of limitations for murder.

We just need to find a murder first.

You've never seen these, okay?

We'll be fine
if you just do your part.

I don't like this at all.

Election money
doesn't fall from the sky.

And as an MP
you represent the people.

You might even be a member
for the new cabinet.

You look defeated even though
it's public real estate.

You'll get used to it.

This is what politics is all about.

Vares, hi.
- Hi.

What's up?

I don't want to be nosy -,

but are you familiar with the name
Teresa Sundin? -You bet.

When she walked through that door, -

this place became electrified
and all the meters went up.

Did she cause trouble?

No. There were always rows,
but it wasn't her fault.

She was a nice girl.

Did she hook up with a lot of guys?

No, she wasn't that easy.

She was more like one of the guys.

She'd buy a round of drinks
for everybody.

I heard she didn't have
a lot of money.

She told me she was looking for
a bigger apartment.

Strange.

She buys drinks, wants a bigger
apartment but has no money.

Let's have a shot.

To the memory of Teresa and -

to Antidote's new life.
- Sure.

I can tell you're worried
about something.

You're alone.

Lonely.

You're having dark thoughts.

I can assure you
nothing bad will happen.

I sense you are safe.

What? Who...

Femina Morte.

Or what was your name again?

Linnea. Linnea Vihulainen.

Couldn't come up with a dumber name?

And you've changed your style.

All these years have left
their cruel marks -

on little Teresa's face.

Henrik...

These days I go by
Tristan Leopoldo da Cunha.

How did you...

What? Look in your crystal ball.

And straighten your wig.

You don't look like
a credible fortune teller.

Go ahead.

You've been abroad for a long time.

You've traveled the world -

and now you're back.

You came back.

I came back for revenge.

You can still choose
a different path.

A path that will lead
to inner peace...

What a load of crap.
- Don't do anything to Gianfranco!

He didn't know about us.

We're not together anymore.
- I'm not interested in your men.

I'm interested in our old friends.

The ones who are doing
really well in life.

I've come to get my share.
And you know what?

You're going to help me. Darling.

Wait. How?

You have those photos.

Photos of good old times.
- I don't. I got rid of them all.

You're lying.

You gave them to your spaghetti man.

I think I'll go talk to him.

I'll ask him
how you wound up in Italy -

when you were supposed to go
somewhere else with me.

They're under that painting.

Teresa, you're incredibly stupid.

You live in a dump and
work as a fortune teller, -

even though you have
valuable stuff here.

You informed Metto against me -

and said I was stealing from him.

And then you took
all the money and left.

Now is the time to confess. C'mon.

That ketchup thing
was just business.

Don't take it personally.

Capisci?
- Si. Capisci.

Si, capisci.

I wonder where the wedding
couple is. -They should hurry.

Furry Dice.
- What?

Furry Dice is the best man.
- You gotta be kidding.

They lived together.

They were that close? - Nothing
like that. They just shared a cell.

Look, they're here.

But where is the best man?

Antidote.

Congratulations. Who would've known?
- Thanks, Jussi.

Not me.

Oh hi, Jussi.

You're still on this planet.
I thought aliens had kidnapped you.

Congratulations to you, too.

You look surprisingly good.

I do?

It's her! I'm sure of it!
It's the same woman.

Who?
- The lady. Antidote's new wife.

That's Lissu Ekberg. You know her?

I don't want to know her.

She got mad when I said no to her.

She stabbed me with a fork.

No kidding?
- She's totally crazy.

I know. She wounded me
with her stiletto heels.

I'll go tell Antidote that his wife
is a tramp. -You can't do that.

I will not touch Antidote's wife.

I swear on my mother's name!
- What?

Mamma mia! - Don't worry.
I won't say a word to your mama.

Gianfranco!

What took you so long?
Tutto bene? - Linnea!

Hey!

Quiet!
- What is it?

Dear guests.

I have an announcement.

Honey...
- Get down!

Don't worry, the party will go on.

But we'll celebrate divorce.

I just made the biggest mistake
of my life. -What the fuck?

Are you out of your mind?

If I am, let's fix it.

You can't dump me like that!
- Don't worry, everything's okay.

What the fuck...

Fuck!

Linnea. My Linnea.

Who's Linnea?
- His ex-wife. A fortune teller.

Fatime Morte.

Femina! Not Fatima.

Morte. Dead anyway.
- She's dead?

I went to her place
to give her some photos.

The ketchup photos.

We got the gig through her.
Some dumb blond hired us. - Lissu?

I went to her place.

She was lying on the floor.

Strangled.

You have any idea
who could've done it? - No.

I'm sure they'll suspect me.

Linnea lived like a respectable
citizen the last couple of years.

And before that?

I used to work as a bodyguard
for someone big.

I'd get women for him
and his friend.

Linnea hung out in those circles.

She was good friends
with a girl named Kikka.

Kikka was a hooker.
- Wait a minute. Kikka who?

You remember those girls
who went missing years ago?

Yeah. You're talking about...
What's her name...

Kikka Valasranta. -Yeah.
She was one of the regular girls.

Puss in Boots would call and
tell me when to go get Kikka.

Oh yeah.

What was her real name... It's...

I don't know. I never even met her.

She worked behind the scenes -

and arranged things for my boss.

Do you remember your boss' name?

Stop.

You have to keep quiet
about these things!

He's very influential.
He's in the papers all the time.

You're talking about
Kurt Metto, right?

How did you know?
- You just told me.

I haven't told you anything, okay?

Not about Linnea, Kikka
or Kurt Metto, okay? - Listen.

Don't worry. -And not a word
about Puss in Boots.

Meow.

Time to go home if you have a home.
- I don't.

Una donna bellissima. Bellissima.

I just had
the most terrible nightmare.

Shit...

What?

Good job, Jesus.

Where the fuck...

How's your arm?

It'll take more than a stab wound
to stop a fakir like me.

Want a morning beer?
- Oh, he just made a real nice turd.

Sure, I'll have a beer.

I'm ashamed I fell for that tramp.
- Good morning.

I never would've believed -

I'd spend my wedding night
with two tomcats.

Me neither.

You moaned about
your pussycat all night, -

but spent the night with me.

What?
- You don't remember?

You called her a number of times.

I'm sorry I'm late.
I'm sorry about last night.

I'm sorry I was born.
I'm sorry I stink.

Stop. Sit down.
You can buy me lunch. - Sure.

Hi.
- Hello. Thank you.

What would you like to drink?
- A beer, please.

How did the wedding go?

Really well.
The couple is already divorced.

The groom ended up in ER
and the bride is in jail.

I'm not surprised. Getting married
is the dumbest thing you can do.

Don't you believe
in the holy union of two people?

I have a great job.
I have my freedom.

But what if you fall in love?

If I fall in love?
- Yes.

Falling in love is
psychological nonsense.

Straightforward sex works better.

Sure. I just thought
you have problems with sex -

since you hang out
at the sex addict meetings.

Oh no.
I go there because of my work.

I give lectures
and deliver a message -

from the politicians to the people.

That's right.
It says on your business card -

that you're
MP Anne Airismaa's assistant.

And her future election campaign
manager. - Congratulations.

The polls looks good for her.

I'm not here
to talk politics with you.

I didn't come here to talk.

And I don't mind skipping lunch.

Yes. Err...

I just remembered...
I forgot this meeting.

I just remembered
I have to get going.

I guess you're not a member at
Erotomaniacs Anonymous. - Not yet.

No wonder you don't have customers.

There are no chairs.
- This isn't a library.

She just wants sex. Sober.

A chance to score, -

but you get scared
like a neutered old goat.

There is always hope in fear.
And fear in hope. Spinoza.

Sit on that.

I can get you out of trouble
and do her.

Oh, stop.

Some guys get lucky, but will I?

Your doormat looks pretty bad.
- What?

You need a new doormat.

What did you say?

He should change the doormat.
- Mat, mat...Metto. Kurt Metto.

I have to go.

See you.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

Hi.

The Girls of April already
have some meat on their bones?

That's not why I'm here.
- My boss is losing patience.

You don't have anything?

You think your boss would like
a good headline?

Will you protect me as a source?
- Yes. Of course.

I heard someone found a woman's
body in Lonttinen. -A homicide?

She was strangled.
Her name is Linnea Vihulainen.

I don't think the police know.
The crime scene wasn't isolated.

What else?

That's the address.

No one knows anything
about her except her name.

You find out the rest.

Jussi, you got a beer?

Work first,
then medicine for mediocrity.

Show some mercy. I feel terrible.

Pastor Alanen has been
teaching me drinking habits.

Thanks, but I don't want to drink.

We'll go to the sauna later
and have a few beers.

Every morning I thank God -

that I've done my share
of drinking for this life.

If you ever get
interested in sobriety, -

you know where to find support.

Those group meetings
make me anxious.

In AA, guys sit around in a circle
and stare at each other.

Fuck!

Sometimes it's necessary
to talk about things.

But it took some time
before I realized it.

I used to go to the summer cottage
by myself -

and build things, for example.

Don't you have a family?

I think it's fixed.

Try to lift it.
- Alanen, lift it for me.

Thanks for the help, Gunnar.
- Oh, it was nothing.

Hey, what did you think
about my book?

I think it was
more or less a fantasy.

I took some artistic liberties.
- You sure did.

Are you the Luusalmi
who wrote about the Girls of April?

The same.

What did you think of the book?

I have to say
your theories are quite wild.

They're wild, but I stand by them.

It's obvious that it was
a lesbian love triangle.

One of the girls killed
the other two with a dildo.

Where's the murderer now?

She works as a tourist guide
on Lesbos Island.

Hexa!

Hexa!

I'll get going.
Have a nice rest of the evening.

You don't want a drink?
- I can't take a chance. Bye!

Thanks a lot.
- No problem.

Luusalmi. Could you give me
a couple of copies -

of your erotic crime fantasies
for my bookstore?

Oh, stop.

I was young and
my morals were a bit loose.

Your sins have been forgiven.

Gunnar is a good guy.
He knew when to leave the party.

What's bothering you?
- Just joking.

Once more to the sauna,
then to the bar. - Okay.

We're just like boats, aren't we?

Yeah yeah.

When you don't know what to do,
you have to follow -

your masculine instinct.

On Wednesday
we should go over my speech -

for the sociopolitical seminar.
It'll be televised, -

so we'll have to weigh
each word carefully.

Do we have time to discuss -

the campaign manager's job
on Wednesday?

May I introduce you
to MP Anne Airismaa?

Jussi Vares, private detective.
- Hi.

Private detective?
- Yes.

I've never met a private
detective before. - Oh.

Here. In case life throws
something unexpected at you.

Life rarely throws
anything unexpected at me.

It's called coping skills.
- Oh.

Maybe you could teach me
how to live risk-free.

Excuse me.

She seems very determined.
- She's made of steel.

She'll go far.
I'll make sure of that.

You're in better shape
than last time.

I've got naturally curly hair.

Did you read the paper?
- Not yet.

Oh.

I saw you in front of a house
in Lonttinen.

That was you, wasn't it?
- Maybe. Why?

You know Linnea Vihulainen?
- Vihulainen?

Femina Morte.

You think I go to a fortune teller?

Did she foresee
a succesful election?

Actually I went there
to ask about us.

She said you can't handle me
and that I don't have patience.

But I have stamina.

Should I believe in fortune tellers?

Not a bad idea.

I fooled you a little bit.

The fortune telle told me
you'd be this year's best fuck.

They like to exaggerate.

Did you see her often?

Was she sane and normal?

If staring into a crystal ball
is normal, then yes.

She's dead.
- What?

Dead?
- She was strangled.

She was the woman in the paper.
I have a couple of questions.

Jesus, I hate cats.

Uh-huh. You like Puss in Boots?

What the hell is this?
What are you interrogating me for?

So you know her?
Did you know Aino Aaltonen?

You have the same last name.
- Stay the hell out of my life!

Aino Aaltonen.

She's a pretty girl. Looks familiar.

I'm sure I've seen her
at Kurt Metto's parties.

Teresa Sundin.
She was good friends with Kikka.

Oh, a redhead.

Why do all hookers have red hair?
I don't know her.

One more.

Here.

She looks cranky. I don't know her.

Has someone been in touch
with you regarding Linnea?

It's been quiet.

I don't think the police have
too many leads. - I hope not.

Gianfranco seems to have gotten
over the worst of it.

Politics play an important role
in equal opportunity for welfare.

I know that voice from somewhere.

I might've talked to her
on the phone.

Or... No, it can't be.

It was so long ago...
- Puss in Boots?

It looks like politics, prostitution
and the real estate business -

are all conducted
behind one big curtain.

The case just got
more and more chaotic.

It would've been more suitable
for Ruuhio and his tabloid -

than a humble detective like me.

Suddenly I felt I was
in some crap summer theater -

with bad actors in bad roles.

Then again, anything
can happen in this town.

Teresa.
- Mistress.

For you I'm mistress.

Where am I? What is this?

A grown man. And a little boy.

Aren't you dead?

You're my slave.
You'll do what I tell you to do.

Stop, for fuck's sake!

What's our safe word?

Safe word, safe word, safe word...

Kurt Metto.
What do you know about Kurt Metto?

Shit...

Safe word, safe word...

Guarda.

Look.
This is the best meat there is.

This is capocollo.
- A pollo is a pollo is a pollo.

It's no pollo. It's capocollo.

Capo, head. Collo, neck. Capocollo.

Okay. I have something important.

I know how we'll get rich.

That woman on TV,
MP Anne Airismaa, -

is Puss in Boots.

We'll put her in a tight spot.
We'll blackmail her.

We'll make her and Kurt Metto pay.

We need to talk.

My new assistant
is digging into my past.

Is she blackmailing you?
- I don't know.

Maybe she's just
advancing her career.

Okay, we'll get rid of her.

Don't do anything.

I can't afford to get involved in
anything illegal... - Calm down.

Hexa was killed.

Someone butchered my dog.

That's awful.

Who could it be?

Well, I do have my enemies.

From several decades.

But this was done by a professional.

I liked those boots.

Where did these come from?
- I wish I knew.

The guy wants a million.

Look at the dock.

From that dock
you can sail anywhere.

You mean escape?

You're weeding?

Henrik.
- Oh, the old man remembers me.

I guess a couple of brain cells
survived the poison.

Of course I remember my son.
- I'm not your son.

You look different.

What happened to your face?

This is Tristan
Leopoldo da Cunha's face.

Henrik doesn't exist anymore.
You killed him, too.

Come. Come..

Hi girls! How's it going?

I told you stop spying on us.

What? I want to have fun with you.

Go fuck yourself!

If it helps, I can apologize.

Alcoholism is a devilish disease.

No use begging for pity.

You tortured Mother slowly to death.

She died of shame and desperation.

You punched her a couple of times.
You beat me all the time.

C'mon, girls.
At least give me a blowjob.

Get out or we'll tell Metto.

Get the hell out! We're working.
- Working?

What kind of work is that?

Henrik.

I didn't know
you were in love with Teresa.

I realized it
only after she disappeared.

And then you left...

Dig.

Let's go inside.
- No, we'll stay outside and talk.

You son of a bitch!
What are you doing here?

Go home.

And don't say a word to your mother.

Or I'll strangle you
with my own two hands.

That's enough!

Metto has to get rid of him.
- Let's tell him.

Dig.

I had to start all over again.

MP Anne Airismaa
was a tough nut to crack.

I knew where to find her -

since she'd told
everything about her life -

to women's magazines.

I understood why
she hadn't gone to the police.

Prostitution labels
a woman for life, -

and the elections were coming up.

Hi! You remember me?

Jussi Vares. We met at the café.

Sorry, got to finish my run.

Stop for a second, so we can talk.

Did Sirkku send you? - No.
We're not even talking anymore.

Why don't you get a new assistant?

Okay, I understand.

Sirkku is blackmailing you
about her sister.

Stop. I'm harmless.

Easy. -You know Aino
was Sirkku's little sister?

I know other stuff, too.
What does Sirkku want?

She wants to be my campaign manager.

She's blackmailing me.
I've gotten threats. - Okay.

One more thing.

Does Metto run
the prostitution ring?

She's a woman on the edge
of a nervous breakdown.

Vares is right.
You can't blackmail a woman.

It's a man's honor.

Leave Anne alone.

Si, si.

You should be ashamed.

Then we'll blackmail Metto.
He's got money.

I'm sure he got Linnea killed.

Who are you?
- Jussi Vares.

I want to ask you
a couple of questions.

This is private property.
- Easy. I'm a private detective.

I'm investigating
the Girls of April case.

A name came up
and it has a link to you.

Puss in Boots. You know her?

I like dogs.
- Really?

This cat runs
a prostitution ring for you.

Who sent you?

Aino, Kikka, Teresa, Linnea.
You know Linnea Vihulainen?

Who sent you? I want a name.

I just told you. Hard of hearing?

Are you the one who's been
blackmailing me? -What?

Someone's blackmailing you?

Turunen.

Oh, you released the hounds.

Hi, Sirkku.
It's me, Jussi. Jussi Vares.

We should meet. Call me.

I have five minutes.

It's a bit cold, isn't it?
Or is it just the atmosphere?

I'm not here to discuss the weather.
I thought our case was closed.

Our case is, -

but you and your sister's
case is still open.

What do you know about us?

You haven't told the police
everything about your sister.

You use the information
for blackmailing.

If Anne doesn't tell
the police about you, -

someone else might.
- The police?

Anne is the criminal here.

If I sink in shit,
she'll sink with me.

Maybe neither of you will.

When did you become her spokesman?

I don't need her.
Not even as a stepping-stone.

Sorry. It's empty.

Shoes.

Hey.

Jesus.

Jesus. Jesus. Jesus.

Why are you calling Jesus?
- Have you seen my cat?

You have a cat?
- No. A lion.

No, I haven't seen a lion either.
I've been cleaning up the attic.

You have stuff you want
to sell at the flea market?

The lights are out
in my upstairs department.

I gotta go find him.

Put some clothes on.
- What?

Put some clothes on. -What?
This isn't good enough for you?

Jesus!

Jesus, where are you?

Jesus isn't coming back
just because you yell his name.

But you might get your ass kicked.

A hell of an ass kicking.
- Yeah, yeah.

Jesus dammit.

Vares.

I'll be right there.

His meowing sounds really bad.

Take this. The lights are out.

Where is he?
- In Gunnar's storage room.

I don't know how he got in,
but he can't get out.

And Gunnar is at his summer cottage.

Shit.

Everything is okay.

Easy. Good boy.

Why didn't people stick
to their roles?

Why did Gunnar have a double life?

How could the nicest man
I've ever met be...

PAY 2 000 000 OR...

Berlusconi, now we'll make money.

Go to hell, foreigner!

Racists.

Don't mind them.

Don't glue it yet.
It has to be straight.

What does it look like?

I think he's conked out.

What do you think?

How long before
the dock is finished?

We just need to lay the cement.

Should we start the cement mixer?

Be careful, boys.
Cement cracks easily.

How are you feeling?

Like someone's punching me
in the stomach.

I can taste swamp grave water
in my mouth.

Are you done fucking with me?

I'm not fucking with you.
I just feel so awful.

It's like someone's stabbing me
in the heart.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

Did you kill Hexa?
- Who?

My dog. Did you kill him?

I love animals.

I love cats.

Especially Puss in Boots.

Lift him up.

Who have you spoken to?

Answer me. Who knows?

Who's blackmailing me?

Forehead or the back of the head?

You decide.

You could at least say hello.

Are you Henrik?

So you sent the killers after me -

just because I stole
a little bit of money.

They were my bonuses.

You think it was fair?

I saved you many times.

What is going on here?

I guess I crashed your party.

What are we celebrating?

A seaside summer festival.

That looks ugly.

These soft-tip bullets
do nasty things.

I could pay the bonuses now.

You had a chance
to do that a week ago.

Why don't we talk about it
with time? - Sure. We'll talk.

I just came from Africa,
and there we didn't talk much.

You killed Hexa.
- Hexa?

Oh, that was his name.

He had a strong jaw but a weak neck.

You must have loved that flea bag.

I'm sure he licked your balls
better than any woman.

I understand your loss.

You understand what I've lost?

Could you give me some money?

I might have some in the house.
- Some?

I might have
a little more than that.

100 000.
- Good. Let's go and see.

A clean shot but it still got messy.

No kidding.

He didn't have enough money?
- It's not about money.

Who are you anyway?

I guess I should do
something with you.

Maybe kill?

I don't know.

Maybe not.

There are a couple reasons
why I shouldn't.

The sixth commandment?

In Africa people believe
that if you save someone's life -

you have to take care of him.

Otherwise it's bad karma.

Africa is a good place.
- That's right.

What's the other reason?

It's that you probably
didn't work for Metto.

So I think we're on the same side.
- Oh yeah?

Yeah.

You look familiar.

I've seen you somewhere.

Oh yeah.

You live in the same building
as that old drunk?

You know Gunnar Anttila?

Not anymore.

Okay, get up.

Get up and we'll go.

I have one question.

Did Metto and Gunnar
know each other?

Gunnar worked for Metto
but got fired.

He drank and tried to pick up
Metto's women.

A pathetic guy.

Hello!

Hey you!

Hey!

Shit...

I'd like to know what happened
at Metto's villa.

Who is this Henrik?

I told you everything I know.

I doubt he's still in the country.

We'll draw sketches of him
at the station if that's okay.

Isolate the crime scene.

Jesus.

You have nine lives.

Why couldn't we
have at least two lives?

You don't?

There were four bodies.

Then they found a body
at the garbage dump.

Unfortunately
it was a man's fresh body.

Where's Teresa?

Alte Kameraden.

Old cameramen. -Wow.
Ruuhio is speaking in tongues.

I want to make a toast -

to the achievements of cooperation -

between public and private
care for the dead.

The mystery was solved.

After 15 years this city
can let out a sigh of relief.

With great thanks
to private detective Jussi Vares.

Cheers.

Good speech.

You have to learn to drink.

You're sipping it
like a civilized Italian.

You've been in this country
for ten years.

Do we really have a reason
to celebrate? - No kidding.

The old murderer has
his mouth full of soil, -

and his son is on the loose.

And I don't think we have
the resources to find him.

"One more," said God
when he created bedbugs.

And we need one more body.

They're trying to find
Teresa's body at Gunnar's ranch.

It's not there.

Gunnar was more into dried flowers.

You've been in this country
for ten years.

Some local girl brought him
to Finland. He's a gigolo.

You mean they took off
to Santiago de Compostela -

and became nuns?

A fortune teller. Fatima Morte.

Safeword, safeword...

Come. Come...

Morte. Dead anyway.

Furry Dice.

You knew Linnea.

What name did she have
on her passport?

She didn't have a passport.

What? A Finnish person
who doesn't have a passport?

She didn't even have
a social security number. -What?

Have you been withholding
information from the police? - Stop.

Why didn't she use
Teresa's passport?

She was afraid.

Afraid of what?

C'mon, guys.

Ciao.

In Africa people believe that
if you destroy someone's marriage -

you have to take responsibility
or you get bad karma.

Boys.

Antidote threw this away.

But it's okay.
- What?

Viva l'amore! Kiss!

Did someone mention karma?