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ETA on the social workers?

-I don't know. Thirty min. -Jesus.

-We'll take the baby now. -What?

We can't make them wait.

-Okay. -Why aren't you taking him?

You've taken everyone else.

-My condolences. -Angel of death.

Angel of death.

Yeah.

The social workers are here. Good.

-Did you get a bird? -Mikko didn't want one.

He thought it was unethical.

What's that about the angel of death?

No idea.

We're fucking animals.

-My pants have blood. -More booze.

-I'm going home. -No, now!

-Whatever. -Let's go to my place.

-Gotta go home. -Your dad will beat you.

My third cot death.

-The funeral home could've taken him. -It was better this way.

My little brother died in his cot.

-Okay… -It was not a big deal for us kids.

We didn't quite understand it. But mom cried for weeks.

She never really recovered.

-Niko said I took everyone. -They were such young parents.

-Did you see his biker vest? -Yes.

A floater in Kalasatama.

Oh shit.

-So no going home on time. -The patrol is there.

-My train leaves at 8 a.m. -Floaters take their time.

There's three hours.

The floater is always the last.

-Bla bla. -Someone wants to file a complaint.

-Okay. -I'll do the floater.

You wanted to report something?

If you press here, you can feel them reproducing.

What's reproducing in there?

An ambulance came and forced me to take the vaccine.

After that, something is growing inside me.

Have you been drinking?

No, I pulled a disc. I'm on sick leave.

I have no income, I've got three kids, I'm a carpenter.

This is not a crime. See your doctor about it.

-No doctors! -No, you need a doctor.

Press here, you can feel them.

I won't file this. Go home.

He only thinks of making it to his bouncer's job.

He sent me to see the body alone.

I always pull a shift with him. He's a mean bastard.

He didn't drown, he was killed here.

-Shall I get the tape? -Wait.

His watch his missing.

What the hell?

He's alive!

I'll grab here. On my three.

Watch his head.

-What's going on now? -Your body is alive.

-Ambulance to Kalasatama. -No shit?

And I sent the girl…

We should gather the girls once a year and shoot them all.

His shoelaces are tied together.

-Hi? -Hi there.

-Are you coming? -I didn't make my train.

Okay. The girls are still asleep.

-See you soon. -See you.

Bye.

And let's continue.

Inhale deeply. And exhale.

-Coffee? -No thanks.

He just got divorced.

A single man can't find a cheap apartment. Even if he works.

Sandwiches?

No, thanks.

I have nobody else but Taisto. I'm divorced as well.

Taisto is my only child.

-Listen… -I saw it in your eyes.

You don't need to tell me.

Taisto is in surgery. He was beaten.

-Get up now! -I'm asleep.

-Can't you put out? -I'm asleep.

Fuck this!

-Fucking hell! -What now?

-What are these doing here? -Miku's pants.

-When did he start doing laundry? -They weren't there last night.

He's puked on himself.

-Where have you been? -Fuck you, pig!

Leave him be.

-All right, pants down. -Fuck you!

Fuck!

I hope someone kills you.

-Hi. -Well?

-Our floater was alive. -I heard.

His shoelaces were tied together.

Kids do pranks like that.

What was wrong with the complainer?

-Life, I guess. -Wrong relationship?

Psychotic. You're not home yet?

Couldn't make the earlier train.

-Did you have something? -I guess not.

-All right. -Need a bird cage?

Not right now. Thanks, bye.

-Here you are. Elisa? -Yes.

-Timo? -Yes?

What if we had a third child?

Shouldn't those two get a bit older?

I know what you're thinking. The world is not such a bad place.

-But didn't you want to start working? -Your job distorts your views.

The children would be about the same age.

We've been doing fine. I just feel dirty, coming home.

Yeah.

-Mom! -The girls woke up.

We're going swimming, a great day.

-Daddy! -Yes! Hello!

-So, a beach day? -Aren't you sleeping in the sauna?

No, in my bed, like normal people.

-Why doesn't your mom do anything? -She can't.

Why won't she call the cops?

-My dad is a cop. -Right.

-What? -I killed this dude.

-Why do you talk like that? -No, seriously, we got into a fight.

I beat his head to a pulp with a stone. Killed him.

He had a fancy watch. Was going to give it to you.

Don't drink any more, you're underage.

Drunk or high, I forget all this shit.

I should call child protective services.

You're like my mom.

My partner in crime.

Put your pants back on.

Yo! Where have you been?

-Banging this chick. -Sure.

Your front door was broken.

Guess who broke it?

-You? -Sherlock.

I waited for ten min, nobody came. I took a stone. It was like ice…

-What happened to that guy? -What do you think?

He tripped, cos I tied his shoes.

-Did he die? -Fuck it.

He was bigger than us, his fault.

-The papers would have something. -He didn't die.

He's drinking beer, messing with someone else.

Check this out! A fine set of wheels.

Remember the movie where the guy hacked his parents

with an axe?

Let's come back soon.

If my dad sees me in that, he'll shoot me in my chest.

Taisto Nousiainen, in the hospital,

doing poorly. We'll go with an assault for now.

Found on the shore on Saturday morning, badly beaten at night.

Recently divorced, plumber, lives with his mother temporarily.

We talked to the mother.

His cell phone was at home, so no location info.

No financial worries, no drinking problem.

His shoelaces were tied together, was missing his watch.

Mother said he got a sports watch. He had his walled, we ID'd him fast.

Find out his movements during his bar crawl and talk to witnesses.

Onerva and I will take the bar where he spent 100 euros.

Hietanen, the security cameras downtown.

We have no description for the perps,

but there are more than one.

The victim had been hit with a bottle and kicked.

We found pieces of glass but no fingerprints.

They jumped on his chest, the abdomen was bleeding badly.

Then they hit him with a stone.

We might be looking at a murder.

Okay. Anything else from the weekend?

He walked through here.

-The perps could be here. -Or somewhere else.

-Anything about it online? -Not that we know of.

It's like the beatings the kids did. One was like 12.

There could be more of them.

What's going on there?

All right! Hey!

Stop that! Get up!

Others, go home. You two, stay here.

I can beat my own sister.

-She could die. -Good. I want that.

All right, let's just go home. The show is over.

Get going!

-What? -We're not going anywhere.

Police! Enough! Just go home, everyone!

Will you to take it easy now?

What now?

What are you… What the fuck? No!

You were brave to go in all alone.

No smartassing. She could have been hurt.

And you.

Harjunpää.

All right. Two kids stole a car, heading this way.

There they are.

Fuck, the cops!

Fucking hell.

Calm down. Check this out.

-Slow down! -You slow down.

-We'll die soon. -Somebody will die.

Target escaping, two teens, probably stolen car.

Silver Audi Quattro. Attention all units.

They'll catch us up, I can't go any faster.

Slow down!

Stop!

Stay there!

Stay there. Let's go.

Don't fight me. Don't fight!

Sit down.

-Where did he go? -Straight up.

Yesterday or just now?

-Of course. -Jesus!

We are in no hurry.

This doesn't work like this.

You'll stay in jail for the night.

Who was the other guy?

Where did you steal the car?

Who's the US president?

You realize how many people you put in danger?

I have real work, too. My last train leaves soon.

Fine.

Interrogation ends. Blood tests and jail for the suspect.

Mikael Bergman.

-How old are you? -Fourteen.

Bergman. And the other guy?

-I don't know. -Don't know?

-I just hitchhiked. -I see.

-You're totally innocent. -Yes.

I should just let you go? You know what?

I don't believe you.

Can you step out here?

His dad is a cop.

-Do the parents know? -Coming to get him.

I'll talk to him a bit more.

Your dad is a cop.

He's gonna kill me.

They're on their way here.

My dad will kill me.

Who was the other boy?

Leo.

I can talk to your dad.

Fuck you.

I knew Bergman in Police Academy. His older son died a while back.

Stole a motor bike and crashed into a tree.

And the younger one drives 200 km/h in a stolen car.

All cops' kids are disturbed.

And teachers' kids.

-Do we take some germs home? -Perp germs.

You have kids, right?

Is this the guy whose first wife killed herself with his service gun?

We arrested him, but it was ruled suicide.

He's strange, hates being a cop.

-And hates cops. -They're dangerous out there.

-To themselves and others. -Think how they are at home.

Okay…

We came to get our son.

All right, get out.

Always this same shit.

Always this fucking shit!

Leave him be! Don't do anything!

Mikael, fuck!

Miku?

-You didn't answer my calls. -The dude took my phone.

-I ran like hell. -They had dogs.

-I ran like fuck. -Let's go, he'll come after me.

We drove! Like Jani.

-We just didn't crash. -He was a radical dude.

Your dad never liked me. Told Jani not to see me.

-You were bad company. -Fucking bad.

-Let's get the fuck out of here. -What if I beat him?

-He'd deserve it. -He'd drop immediately.

I could kill him.

-They should have shot me! -Great way to go.

-Right in the back. -I was going to crash the cop car.

-A great flip! -But just some shit would've died.

Dad.

My mom will get a beating now.

That would have been it. His life would have ended there.

Mom is here, at least.

-Let's get going. -No way.

I fucking hate this.

Leave it be.

Should I?

-I'll do it. -Let's just go.

She'd die. This would end.

She doesn't know how close to death she was.

-So he's conscious? -He has talked a bit.

He's unstable, a lot of abdominal bleeding.

Remember what happened? Did you know the beaters?

How many were they? Age, size, clothing?

Where did you meet them? Did you argue?

How did the assault happen? Was anything taken? Anything else?

I hate hospitals.

This way.

He has been taken elsewhere.

Just my luck.

We went to talk to Nousiainen, but he went back to the OR.

He was a bit conscious.

Anything new?

His route and schedule are clear.

His earlier pub crawl is still unclear,

but we've talked to his colleagues from the last bar.

We have the route.

It can't be far from where we found him.

-We don't have any footage. -Nor eyewitnesses.

Look what we found on the scene.

-His watch? -Could be.

Try to get the location info.

-Taken from his wrist and broken. Why? -You two are quite the sheriffs!

He could have driven into a crowd.

-That's what they do now. -And a policeman's son!

Excuse me. Timo.

Okay, thanks.

Our case just turned to murder.

I will be a crime boss. I'll have a car and money,

women and I'll be famous. I'll bang anyone I want.

-You're fucking serious. -Dead serious.

I will kill everyone. I will be feared and revered.

You'll see.

-Will I work for you? -Yes.

And do exactly as I say. I'm Conor McGregor.

-Who's he? -World's best free fighter.

But I'm even worse. I kill.

He died on the OR table,

but his initial injuries were from the beating.

They did a major abdominal operation.

Several tears in the bowel,

liver split and heavy bleeding from abdominal aorta.

His heart stopped in the new operation.

CPR didn't work, time of death 10.55 a.m.

A couple of hours after we went there.

The several, hard blows to his abdomen caused the death.

His last words were: "Are you human at all?"

Did he mean the perps?

The beating took several minutes.

-Are these kick signs? -Kicks, jumped on top of him.

Hit with something heavy and sharp.

Or dropped on his face and abdomen.

-A stone? -A big stone.

Hey, cop, remember me?

Subtitle translation by Jouni Luoma