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reaching their arms out for him.

They say, "Save us, Christ. Save us. "

And Christ, the Son of God, says:

"Rise. Come to me and I'll save you. "

The children run to Jesus, -

except for one little girl

still lying on the floor.

Christ says to her, "Little girl. "

"Rise. " But the girl doesn't get up.

All the children look at her,

hoping they will be saved.

But the girl starts talking.

"If you are Christ, -

you wouldn't have led us

to the gas chamber. "

"I don't believe you. "

"I don't believe in you.

You're not the son of God. "

The children turn to look at Jesus,

but he's gone.

We hear a bang from the steel frame.

Zyklon B gas, which is

meant to kill people in a minute, -

starts spreading

through the gas chamber.

The children scream.

The lights go out.

The oldest children

rush to the door, -

climbing over one another,

trying to save themselves.

A horrible struggle

of life and death begins.

They cling to each other and scream.

The lights go out.

The strongest climb

over the smallest ones.

It takes a long time

before it's silent.

Father.

I brought you a gift.

Thank you.

Thank you.

A horrible story. Why did you

tell that on his birthday? - Katja.

Oh, cognac...

My angel, sit down.

You came at the right time.

I also have a gift.

- Katja, sit here.

I'm sure she'll want

to sit next to her fianc.

Raisa, we'll talk later.

- Certainly.

I also have a gift for you.

I don't know how to give speeches.

I made a song for you.

- Paavo, congratulations.

Happy birthday.

- Don't take it out, please.

I want to sing you a song.

I'm no singer or songwriter.

My job is to produce films,

but I wrote you a song.

This was written by an amateur,

but listen to the words.

Our father

You're in our life

like mud in a spring

You stain and poison everything

Everything, each and everything

Our father

Deliver me from evil

Your love of money brings upheaval

and makes you mean

You're on me like a wet blanket

Listen, Paavo.

Our father

Have mercy on me

Have mercy on us

Leave us, take your sins with you

Vanish, die!

Die, dammit!

My sons, my lovable sons.

Raisa darling, my little Raisa.

At this lovable moment -

when I could say

I feel love flowing towards me, -

I want and feel the need

to ask you to be my wife.

F***! I don't believe this. Damn you!

You should be sent to an institution

and castrated. - Come on.

You've never been

responsible for your actions.

I mean it. Stop!

- I'll kill you! I'll kill you!

Violence breeds violence.

- That's right.

So jealous. - Let's forget

all this ranting and raving -

because there is love

amidst all this.

Mitja!

You're intoxicatingly beautiful.

So?

- What is Mitja doing?

What about him?

Is he still in a bad mood?

- You know Mitja.

Raisa darling.

May I ask you to come with me.

- Of course.

I apologize for my sons' behavior.

Come here.

This is what it's been like

the whole time.

And I meant what I just said.

I'm serious.

I'm asking you to be my wife.

For better or for worse, -

I will love and help you

in every way possible.

I will protect you

and be gentle to you.

I promise.

Oh, Paavo.

- Raisa honey.

You know how much I like you.

Your words are so beautiful.

Raisa.

- I have to think about this.

It came so suddenly.

And there's the age difference.

Father is a clown.

He's been doing this show

all his life.

I'm afraid

Mitja will do something to him.

He doesn't have the guts.

Why do you say that?

- He doesn't have the strength.

It takes a different kind of man.

A heavier hand, a darker mind

and determination.

Mitja doesn't have the strength.

He's not a man

who would do such a thing.

And even if he did, -

human life has no meaning, -

considering where we live,

this circle of life.

All aspects of life.

The end of a human life

is as meaningful -

as the end of a mosquito's buzz.

It is totally meaningless

to this planet.

Of course we all

fight for our lives.

But if we look

for a meaning in this, -

we won't find it in money.

It's somewhere else.

It's not in the way

people live here.

What's the value

of living like an insect?

What's the value?

- The thought is just so awful.

The thought of ending someone's life.

Well, I don't think it's a solution.

Nothing will be solved.

It's a cheap...

You don't want to be weak.

You should have the guts to...

I've tried to think

and find a way to live...

I feel thoughts are

just shadows of our emotions.

We live so strongly

according to our emotions.

We do what feels best

at the moment.

All my life

I've analyzed and pondered -

at where I've ended up.

In loneliness, in desperation.

If there is no love in life...

If there is no love...

What are you doing?

I just want to scare him.

For once, let me do this my way.

I trust you.

Katja, let me go.

Let go of what?

- Let's cut this rope between us -

before we strangle ourselves.

What rope?

What do you want to cut?

You can do what you want,

but don't do anything stupid.

When I'm free,

you'll have freedom too.

Why should I be free?

What are you trying to say?

You've always loved someone else.

Right?

You can't hide it.

You've always loved Ivar.

Mitja.

Don't do anything stupid.

Mitja.

Ivar...

Mitja!

I'd like to give a word of advice

to the young couple.

It says in the Bible that

there is nothing love cannot face, -

but there are things it can't.

I'll tell you a story.

Do as I say, not as I do.

I bought a human-drawn plow

from a flea market.

I was thinking my wife and

I would plow our potato field.

One pulls the plow

while the other stands behind it.

I thought I'd be a gentleman

and do the pulling.

Everything went well, except

that the furrow was crooked.

It was like Hebrew writing.

Sugar for the old man.

Torsti, you have outdone yourself.

- Just a plain strawberry cake.

We switched places.

- Looks delicious.

I went to the back, and

my wife got in front of the plow...

We'd plowed for a week...

- Oh, spoons.

I want to apologize.

Let's party as if nothing happened.

I lost my temper.

- Exactly. - It happens.

Torsti, take a photo.

We have to document this party.

Take a photo of me with Father.

How do you turn this on?

I can't see anything.

My missus said...

- Valdemar, shut up, will you?

Cake, anyone?

Cake for the birthday boy?

- Ivar, come and have cake with us.

Oh my.

- Oh yes.

I'm sure no one wants coffee, right?

It's bad luck to trip

a piece of cake over.

There are no strawberries in

the pastor's piece. - He'll be fine.

She said she'd go away

for the summer...

The cake is delicious.

- Thank you.

Torsti outdid himself. So sweet!

It's been two years.

Father...

I would like to say...

- Do you like the cake?

...that the way you made

your women suffer -

and destroyed them...

Listen, Father.

You didn't let Torsti's mother

come here -

and spend her last days

with her son.

You drove my mother into madness.

And then there's the car accident

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