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Hey, cop, remember me?

Yes.

You don't remember where we first met.

-No. -You took my mom.

You came to my work to tell me.

After it was all over, the funeral and paper work,

you called dad about the autopsy results.

-Normal procedure. -Dad started drinking.

After a while, the doorbell rang. It was you again.

Angel of Death. My dad was dead.

-I'm so sorry. -And now you took my son.

Hi there!

A tough day?

Basic. A day in the murder squad.

INVITATION TO FUNERAL

-Lovely baby. The cot death? -Yes.

Are they still after you?

-They're thanking me. -Thanking?

Involving me. Sharing their grief.

-Hey… -Shit!

-Sorry. -What are you sorry for?

For all this shit.

Fuck it.

-Let me steer it. -You can't steer it.

-Why not? -It just drives itself.

Bullshit, son. I'll show you how to steer it.

Don't!

Now you can steer it, too.

-My dad will be here soon. -So? I'll beat him up.

Well, where's your dad?

We'll kill him. We'll kill somebody.

Be quiet!

-Fucking hell, stop! -Don't shout!

-I'll put an end to it! -Stop it!

Why does it always come to this?

Don't mind them!

A chef. I'm a chef.

I work 15 hours a day.

-You want something to drink? -No thanks.

I lost it. I shouldn't have.

I have money, I have debts.

I have three wonderful children.

I have a house and a summer place.

And you have a drinking problem.

Hey! You asked me to tell at the last stop.

-This is it. -Yes.

This is your stop.

Thank you!

Hey, boys!

-Do you have a light? -Sure.

Thanks.

-Are you two brothers? -Yeah.

Cop's sons.

I have two sons, too.

-Younger than you. -Okay.

-I have a daughter, too. -Okay.

I'm a bit drunk. And fucking lost.

We can help you.

Fine.

Fuck I'm lost.

You must be gay.

-What did you say? -Gay.

You fuck your kids.

You're gay.

I didn't mean anything, I just asked for a light.

Did you hear? He called me gay.

Fucking don't…

-The assaulted man died today. -No!

We're looking for teens, almost children.

What's wrong with them?

I visited him at the ICU.

Had to wear a cap, like on the maternity ward.

They don't wear them any more.

The parks are full of teens.

They're out and about too late.

Smoking dope and going crazy.

What did you do when you were 15?

-Homework. -Sure.

I didn't kill people, that's for sure.

We're fucking animals.

Fucking animals.

Shit!

He went down real good.

You stopped after the stone.

I thought of my dad and didn't want to.

This guy died.

His head was a mess.

Good that he died.

Yeah, good.

-What's gonna happen to us? -How come?

-They always catch people like us. -Like us?

Animals and murderers.

It doesn't matter.

-What doesn't? -What happens to us.

Your tent smells of mould.

All your stuff is wet.

It's like lying in your grave.

It's a murder investigation now.

Onerva, go to the morgue with Nousiainen's mother.

Harjunpää, talk to his colleagues again.

Let's be visible among the teens.

Maybe someone will open up if we keep meeting them.

Maybe we can prevent a new murder.

This is so fucking wet!

Let's get the fuck out of here.

Let's get the fuck out of here, I'm frozen.

Wait up.

Who are they looking for?

-You got money? -No.

-You? -Nope.

Onerva Nykänen. This way, please.

Taisto…

-Can't feel a thing. -Just fine!

Timo Harjunpää, police.

-You worked with Taisto Nousiainen. -Yes.

-You were with him on Friday? -We already talked to the police.

Nousiainen died yesterday.

Anything that could help us? What happened, what did you talk about?

Just the usual. His divorce, women…

He showed off his new watch.

Checked his pulse every time a chick walked past.

Why did he go to Kalasatama?

-No idea. -His mom lives in Eira.

Maybe he just got lost.

-Was he aggressive? A fighter? -Taisto? No way.

He didn't pick a fight?

That's why they beat him up. Couldn't defend himself.

-Did he have a locker? -No, we just have coat racks.

Okay, thanks.

Timo.

Our perps again?

The place was already messed up. A lot of people around.

-We couldn't help it. -Get them out.

Only the tech can touch him. The only traces can be under him.

Timo!

-What does it look like? -It's the same guys.

-Excuse me! -Yes, stay over there.

-Can you tell me if it's Juho? -Why do you think so?

-He didn't come home. -What was he wearing?

-A shirt with flowers… -No, it's not Juho.

-Found his wallet. -Let me see.

Orvo Ensio Laasonen, says the driver's license.

-His phone? -Right here.

-I walked past around midnight. -Did you see anything?

A couple of teens on the playground, that's all.

-Do you remember anything about them? -Two guys.

That's all I saw.

-You came from work. -After midnight.

-And you saw… -Those guys sat there.

-Drinking beer and smoking. -What age?

One was older, maybe over 18.

The other one was younger.

-I don't remember. They shouted at me. -What did they shout?

Fucking whore, we want pussy. Like that.

I saw the people around here this morning.

-And you came. -I had to. So much going on.

I've never seen a dead person.

Anything else last night?

-No, just the guys. -Thank you.

Orvo Laasonen, a chef. Wife and three children.

Wife was not at home, didn't answer her phone.

Two eyewitnesses saw two teens in the park around midnight.

They shouted at one witness.

The body was likely not there yet, as the other witness had a dog.

The dog would have noticed.

-Any characteristics? -Young guys, one with long hair.

We found two shoeprints under the body,

one from sneakers,

the other one with rubber soles, maybe also sneakers.

We don't have an exact time of death.

His sandals were tied up, like Nousiainen's shoes.

We'll keep canvassing for more eyewitnesses.

What about Laasonen's route? The bars and the people he met?

-Anything from his phone? -His wife called him.

37 times. No other calls.

Laasonen sent an SMS at 1.30 a.m.

"Sorry."

Let's check the night buses and find the drivers.

-I'll handle it. -Laasonen's wife is here.

-With the kids. -Okay.

Call the social services.

Your husband sent you a text last night.

Yes.

What did he apologize for?

He left after an argument.

-A ridiculous fight. -Did he drink a lot?

He was irritable lately.

Do we know what happened? Who did it?

No.

Was he often away?

He was depressed.

-Did he get into fights? -No. Never.

-Do you know who he was with? -No.

All right.

You might feel calm now, but you're in shock.

Can you get a friend to come over?

My mother can come.

We can give you a ride. And crisis counseling.

What can I tell the kids? How do you deal with this?

You drove the night shift last night.

-Yes. -Do you remember him?

He asked me to wake him up.

-And did he get off? -Yes.

-What was his condition? -He walked himself.

-He was alone. Why? -Thank you.

Bergman lives near here.

-The Audi was stolen around here. -Bergman is difficult.

Let's not cause more trouble for the kid.

-Let's call first. -I'll call Mikael himself.

Hello? Who is this?

-Timo Harjunpää, police. -Mikael is not home.

-Do you know where he is? -Has something happened?

-I wanted to ask about the car. -I thought it was a closed case.

-Yes, I just had a question. -Shall I tell Mikael when he comes?

Yes, thanks. That was his mom.

-Left his phone at home. -Or they confiscated it.

Have you ever had to confiscate your son's phone?

Once.

Last week these parents reached out.

They feared their daughter has contact with a grown man on Instagram.

The girl had sent him some butt pictures.

Turned out it was a boy her age.

But they confiscated the phones.

Snapchat has drug deals.

-And fake deals. -Buyers are robbed.

-They're often really young. -What's wrong with our lifestyle?

You tell me.

We work day and night with low pay,

we're burned out and depressed.

-Are you depressed? -Always.

I'm only depressed when my relationships end.

Onerva.

We'll be there.

A father and his kids saw something.

-Hello. -Hi.

-Hi there, I'm Timo. -And I'm Onerva.

-You saw something. -Go ahead, boys.

-We were floating our boat here. -They sat over there.

One of them wanted to steer the boat, he threw a stone at it.

-We told him our dad will come. -He said he'd kill him.

Or they'll kill someone.

What do they look like?

-Leo has long hair. -Leo?

-He lives over there. -Staircase C.

-Everyone is afraid of him. -Do you know his last name?

The other one is smaller and nicer.

A nice boat. Hope you can fix it.

-We want to file a complaint. -Sure.

One of the patrol guys can write it up.

Thank you.

So… We have a long-haired guy and a shorter, nicer guy.

-Could it be? -Leo something and Mikael Bergman.

Harjunpää.

Thank you.

Leo Melin, suspected of breaking his front door Friday night.

Let's pick him up.

We need backup, picking up Leo Melin, 17, unpredictable.

-I'll go check it out. -I'll wait out here.

Timo Harjunpää from the police.

Open up, it's the police.

Hi. Is Leo home?

-What do you want from him? -I need to talk to him.

-Talk? Put him in jail. -Where is he?

Jail all the crazies.

-Are you a narc cop? -No.

-I'm not dealing any more. -Fine.

When was he last here?

Some night, I think.

He has a friend.

-Do you know his name? -No.

Timo. The suspect is here on a moped.

I'm coming.

-Hey, stop! Police! -Stop!

We lost a suspect in Kontula, fleeing on a moped.

Leo Melin, 17, wanted for two murders, attention all units.

Leo!

-You lost someone again. -His moped is there.

Pete, let's go sniff.

Fucking hell! Wake up!

The cops came to my house. I ran, they followed me.

As if I'm some fucking criminal.

We killed the guy.

They know it.

-I killed a man. -So what?

Nothing.

The woman cop was waiting, she chased me.

-I have to get away. -Where?

Home.

Let's go to your place. Let's get your dad's gun.

We can kill all the cops when they try to get us.

-I'm going to Ulla's place. -I'll kill the whore.

You can fuck her then. You won't be leaving.

I just have to get away.

You've always been here.

We can't escape, even if we leave.

I've always been in this fucking cave.

What are you doing? Mikael?

Leo? It's the police.

Keep your hands visible and come out.

Hey…

I made coffee.

Come lie down next to me.

Stop it!

I'm fed up with groping guys, don't you start.

Don't talk to me about killing, it's disgusting.

Where will you go from here?

Home, even though dad will kill me.

Fuck this.

I saw a dead guy in the park. You wouldn't talk if you saw him.

Don't talk about killing to me.

I don't want anyone to hurt you.

Nobody is going to hurt me.

I love you.

Huh?

Don't you want a sandwich?

Hey…

-Where were you on Friday night? -Shoot yourself.

A guy was beaten in Kalasatama.

He later died of his injuries.

-What do you know of it? -Kill yourself.

Another man was beaten to death on Sunday night.

His shoelaces were tied together, too.

We found shoeprints on the scene, an eyewitness saw two teens.

Who do you think they were?

Leo.

It all adds up.

I know it was you.

Why?

You have to talk at some point.

I'm 17, I'll be sentenced as a young offender.

I'll get a third of an adult's sentence.

Too bad I won't go to prison, I could become something there.

I need to build my reputation some other way.

You're going to prison the minute you turn 18.

-Don't mess up your life. -No, I'm making something of it.

Better than your life ever, fucking pig.

-Well? -He's trying to play a crime boss.

Mikael Bergman just shot himself.

Can you go there? Let's handle it with style.

He's a cop's son.

Can I see it?

Leo and I killed that guy.

We beat up another guy in Kalasatama.

I don't know what happened to him.

Give my things and clothes to the dead man's children.

I'll leave 2 euros for the ammo.

Tell Ulla, so she won't wait for me.

And don't grief for me.

I have nothing left in this life.

-Hi. -Hi.

-I'm on the train. -We had him already.

-Yes, we did. -We could have one less body.

No use second-guessing.

I picked up his stuff from the morgue.

Took his shoes, clothes and phone.

His dad was more worried about getting his gun back.

He's got too many tragedies.

He said he lost his son when they picked him up from jail.

His second son.

The first one killed himself earlier.

Ever notice cops are totally messed up?

We're not cut out to be parents.

Nor partners.

Don't you have anyone else to call?

Nobody I can talk about the cases or drunk dial.

Get someone.

-Don't you get depressed? -Yes, I do.

But I've always been depressed. Hey, my stop is coming up.

I'll have a beer.

My second one, actually.

See you.

Bye.

Why are you sitting there?

I'm pregnant.

All right.

I wanted to go back to work.

I don't know if this is a good or a bad thing.

Me neither.

Subtitle translation by Jouni Luoma