Man and a Baby Page #2

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partner goes mad? -Who?

Your bloody girlfriend. -She's not mad.

What makes you think so?

You just told me.

No. She's a nurse.

She was there 10 years

ago when we were dating.

That was before I flipped

and she left me.

What? You flipped?

Yep. Quite mad.

Ta-dah!

- What?

- Can you see it?

See what?

One day there'll a boat here.

That could be our

mutual dream...

I'm pregnant.

What?

One day.

What's all this hullabaloo?

Sorry. I'm late. How was it?

OK. Lucas ate some rocks. But

the baby slept the whole time.

- Here. Thank you.

- Thanks.

This is a nice place to come

to when he's a bit older.

Bye!

Shake. Straighten. Fold.

Pull. Fold. Very good.

- Dad!

- And me.

Hi, Janne. -Came to see you.

You don't answer your phones.

He doesn't speak yet. Won't need a

phone before he goes to school.

No, you and Pia.

Your mailbox is full. The

newspapers are sticking out.

- We had all sorts of thoughts when we drove in.

- What thoughts?

Nothing. It's only a saying.

When you drive in, you get thoughts?

Right.

- We brought flowers.

- I noticed.

Why don't you give me the

flowers and empty the mailbox?

The flowers are for Pia.

Give them to me. Take the keys.

Empty the mailbox.

An important assignment for you.

- Where?

- Where, what?

Where do I empty the mailbox?

Just bring everything to me.

How has Pia been with the boy?

Must've been tough for her.

Have you thought about the name?

Haven't had time for that.

Look, clad. A nice card.

What?

- I...

- Come on!

Hi Antti 62 baby. I'm sorry. I thought

I could do that but I couldn't.

I wanted out, it just wasn't me.

Now my eyes are open. I'm starting

to know who I am and what I want.

I can't be a mother, to anyone.

I can't and I don't want to.

To be married, to have children.

It's not my cup of tea.

Sorry. Greetings, Pia.

A pretty picture. Not from Finland.

A sea and a beach. Not from here.

No, it's from Spain. Fuengirola.

Who sent it?

- Pia.

- Nice!

Real nice.

Can you look after the baby for a sec?

Me and daddy, we'll go outside.

Can I also look elsewhere? If

my eyes get tired. -Of course.

I thought she'd come back -

before I have to start

making excuses.

I didn't even know things

were so bad between you two.

Neither did I.

I see.

I don't know anything anymore.

Don't know at all what to do.

But I do.

The dishes get clean when you wash them.

I'm going to be a dishwasher.

Janne got a job. At a lunch

restaurant, run by a foundation.

Starts next week.

What good is all

that rushing around?

Prevents the baby

getting an asthma.

Good for you, Janne. -From the

first salary, I'll buy a car.

Why don't you buy an airplane?

No, a car!

I'll start putting the bookshelf together.

You pull yourself together.

Let's see who's ready first.

If you keep things in place,

your head stays sane.

Is that the reason our house was so

spick 'n span when mommy passed away?

She didn't pass away. She died.

That's right.

- Bye.

- See you.

Look at them ants.

Off to work. To hobbies.

To shops. To families.

Oh no. That's not our thing.

The rat race.

Never knew how much

I miss my work.

I want to work. So badly.

I want to work!

OK. Our employment

office is not here.

Shall I pack these for you?

Please.

I want f*** with people.

To swear when I want!

I want to be a man! F***!

Now, daddy didn't mean that...

Mommy, mommy!

Hold on! Hold on!

So they leave, mothers!

Another fine example of that.

Things lose their

meaning so fast.

Doesn't matter what time it is.

What day it is.

A nice bum.

Your whole reality -

is to rock the baby gently.

Heat up the milk. Give the pacifier,

wash the bottom. Change the diapers.

Put on the cream. Talcum, zinc.

Vitamins. Clean the

belly button -

wash laundry every day.

Suddenly, they're the most

important things in the world.

You have to write

everything down -

so you remember

what's been done.

Cause you don't sleep,

your brains don't bum.

Your brains, brains don't bum.

A bum. A bottom.

I know that bum. I've

seen you around.

- Hi.

- Hi.

The District Court has received

a divorce application.

We ask you to submit your

statement of opinion -

on the petition of the spouse...

What the f***?

"I am filing a divorce petition after

the reconsideration period..."

"visiting rights... alimony..."

These are not the forms I gave you.

No, they're not.

No wonder you look like that.

Real bad.

I'm tired.

Exhausted. And a bit tired.

Do you need any

help or something?

Do I? Sure as f*** I do.

I need sleep. Down time.

Work time. Free time. Solitude. To

sit in a bar until the last call.

Lie in bed the whole day.

Watch the "Lord Of

The Rings" -trilogy.

I need to get laid. And a sailing boat.

But first, to get laid.

No, I don't need anything.

Therapy? We have a good psychologist.

Pia should have seen her.

Then you have to report his name to

the magistrate. He has a name, right?

How's your support network?

Sorry?

You must have relatives

who can help in babycare?

Sorry, I don't have anyone.

I don't know anyone here.

Anna next door, they

have four kids.

Going back to work.

Anna, not the kids.

The youngest is going back to

the nursery soon. Starting it.

The other kids are going

back, not the parents.

They're going to school. The parents

work, the kids go to school.

The tallest might be

in secondary school.

He is between 11

and 14, I guess.

Or the girl who's not that tall.

Can't remember.

Here you are.

What is it? -A baby meeting. For

young parents. You better show up.

You will. It's nothing special.

Coffee and conversation.

You'll meet people who are

in the same jam as you are.

I wonder how many of them really

are in the same jam as I am?

Let's go.

Come in, Terttu.

She doesn't want to talk to you.

I know. That's why

I'm calling you.

I can't be a messenger

between two adults.

Quite an overstatement, an adult.

Considering Pia's recent actions.

Has she any name suggestions?

He needs a name -

cause he exits. Regardless his

adult parents getting a divorce.

I'll ask.

Hello. No suggestions.

So, she doesn't care what's the name

of our mutual child? -I'll ask.

Couldn't care less.

Her exact words.

Tell her in that case,

he'll be f***ing called...

Paavo.

Fine by her.

How have you raised your kids?

Don't blame me.

She spent her childhood

with her aunt.

I have no idea how

to be with kids.

Tell her... -I won't go running after her.

She's having a smoke.

When has she started smoking?

She always has.

Hi to Paavo!

Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait!

Tell her...

Yep, Yep-

The pacifier's here to stay,

it won't take the hunger away.

- Hello.

- Is this Antti Pasanen?

Speaking. Not a good

place, even a worse time.

So if you are offering -

some jolly, special deal,

forget it this time.

This is E era Karhula, from

Helsinki City Social Services.

Hi. -! am a child

welfare officer.

Are you home now?

We're here, both of us.

I'd like to suggest a meeting.

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