Man and a Baby Page #4

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I hope you'll walk out of

there with your own legs.

Hi!

Do you see, Paavo? One clay,

our boat will be here.

All good, he's growing

as predicted.

How's Pia?

Must be working on her tan.

Would you like some domestic help?

Say, twice a week?

A few hours so you can

catch up on your sleep.

I'm sleeping just fine. -You don't

look like it. You're losing weight.

- Was it this one?

- I guess.

It has a name. Your situation.

It's called day-to-day tolerance.

Nor many fathers have to deal

what you're dealing with.

- Our life is wonderful.

- Is it?

Yes. -There has to be something

else in life than Paavo.

I don't miss anything else.

Except anything else!

Give me something else!

Take a night off. Here's some numbers.

You'll get babycare help.

But it'll cost you.

Pasanen! Now do as I say!

I don't even feel

like going out.

A night out.

First time since

my boy was born.

Not the wildest night

of the week, Tuesday.

OK with me. I wasn't planning

to paint the town red.

I could grab a

pizza, to take away.

But, first a beer and a...

This your mailbox. This my mailbox.

That's why the key not work.

Careful...

the most important thing -

the core is...

Salami... Bolognese...

Egg-Jalapeno...

Hey, sorry.

Where are you taking him?

Where are you taking him?

To the drunk tank.

- What has he done?

- Nothing.

Why are you taking him then?

Could you just take him home?

- No. Why?

- I know him.

His wife died at childbirth

some 6 months ago.

- And the kid?

- No.

Paavo's fine. This Antti

is a single father.

The comfort factor is 4/5.

The pillow's a bit hard...

What's the story here?

The same old story.

Found this one at the bar. We're

taking him to the drunk tank.

Just heard he has a kid.

Most likely, home alone.

Must call the social services.

To check out the kid's OK.

Does the fallen hero has any ID?

Don't know but she knows him.

Antti Pasanen.

I know where he lives.

And I know where the baby is. In my house.

The guy's our neighbor.

His son Paavo is on a sleepover.

This is his first night off.

Familiar names...

A fine shape he's in!

Say hello...

I'll look after him. Can

you give me a hand?

- Hey, how about the pizza? It's been paid already.

- What pizza is it?

Kebab-salami-Bolognese...

egg-jalapeo. Sliced.

It's yours, Ahlstrm!

Always happy to save a pizza!

You ride with me. You

can tuck Pasanen in.

Why me? I'm not a

babysitter for old drunks.

To the car. Police orders.

I have a free night.

If you know this guy, you also know

what he's been through lately.

A little humanity now.

- Zagreb? 09?

- What?

- You're that karate girl.

- What?

European Championship

silver in 2009?

Here we go.

I remember your match against Iliewska.

This is my stop.

Lie down. Shoes off.

I guess you'll be OK from here.

I must go back to work. -What?

See you tomorrow, Pasanen.

Bye now.

Veggie?

Bloody hell. How

shitfaced was I?

- Hi.

- Hi.

Had fun last night?

Not too bad.

Paavo just went for a nap. Oh no.

Have two of these.

Anna is a pharmacist. Knows

terribly much about meds.

Better stay friendly with her.

I'm going back to work next month.

What?

No point in huffing like that.

You get bored, you go to the park.

Always lurking alone in that sandbox.

Not alone. With my son Paavo.

You know what I mean.

He could use some

fresh company anyway.

No. We like it best as it is.

Just the two of us.

Right. Same deal with us two.

Wonderful.

Oh oh oh.

Pasanen?

Could I have a cup of coffee?

It absorbs to the scalp

when you rub it in.

That's why you can't use

it when you're pregnant.

Don't give him those.

- You want some?

- Thanks.

- Don't take them!

- Hi, Paavo!

A friend's cousin -

had an apple under the

couch for months.

It was completely unchanged.

Even the aroma is

perfume and chemicals.

Don't take it. Wouldn't

give Paavo any of those.

At least, think about it.

Bye, Paavo!

How do they all know my kid's name?

See you!

We won't bee seeing each other.

Good bye, woman.

Nice, isn't it?

God damn it.

Come here.

You can't be sure.

As sure as sure is.

Anyone needs anything

from the mall?

- Look what I found.

- Lovely.

Pyry will need new shoes.

Nea will have tubes.

- Tubes? Where?

- In her ears.

Don't take!

- Just have one.

- Don't take.

I don't like cats. I wonder why?

Like the woman who plays a cat on Kid's TV.

Looks a bit like this.

Yeah, that catwoman?

I'd screw her.

When we go to bed, I can sleep.

No matter what my man is up to.

I can list a 100 things more

interesting than sex with my man.

Go ahead. I can't think of one.

Haven't seen Enni around lately.

She's up north. Visiting her parents.

In Jyvskyl.

Terttu had a bad case of

chickenpox last Xmas.

Tore out all the scabs. The scars got

infected. Rotten. A terrible disease.

Rotten? -Yeah. Thankfully

there's vaccines nowadays.

Our kids will never

be vaccinated.

Arcenicum C, melted...

Your brains have melted.

Our vaccine program is

the best in the world.

Your greenie sh*t will stop -

when despite all the

spruce sprout syrups -

your kids die of

an ordinary flu.

You can say what you want to me.

But remember who's

there next to you.

No worries. Paavo has received

all the standard vaccinations.

Hey, you don't have to explain.

- Explain what?

- Nothing. At all.

Enni. Hi. How are you?

OK. How are you?

We've been going

to the park a bit.

Nice and cosy they all know

everything about me and Paavo.

Have you told them something else

besides our names? -Nothing special.

That you're a widow.

You've told them that?

I thought I'd warn them. Why?

Cause it's a lie.

Enni.

Listen. You should know one thing.

I'm not a...

I know. Of course I do.

I understand.

Not one of my better days. I know

that you're not over her death yet.

You can't hide that although you try.

No...

You have to give time to sorrow.

I'll tell you now if you listen.

You don't need to explain.

If the love of my

life was dead -

I couldn't look at

our photos, either.

But I wouldn't be cutting

the heads off, either.

Too weird. See you.

Enni. Stop.

Right now, I can't. Bye.

Paavo's boat. Daddy's boat.

Your boat.

Paavo's boat. Paavo is driving.

Hello!

You're here already?

He told me after 3 o'clock.

- Congratulations.

- Thanks.

Pasanen. Our kids can

babysit tonight.

5 euro's per hour or 20

for the whole night.

OK. 20 for the whole

night, right?

DeaL - Fifty-fifty?

You have felt marker

on your face.

Yeah, we were making a card.

Me as well.

Won't come off. Ever.

It'll wear off.

My husband found a new woman.

She's also Tiina. With one Tina.

Cause she's Swedish.

Think. Tina. Tiina. Tina.

Tiina. Tina.

Finally he sent a text

message to the wrong Tiina.

Sorry.

I'm not sad anymore. Just amused.

How about you?

An ordinary, dull divorce.

Paavo's better off with me.

Pia lives in Spain.

Spain's wonderful.

I really like it like this.

Like, how?

Alone.

You can leave Paavo here.

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