Man and a Baby Page #5

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Pick him up tomorrow.

No, we're going home now.

Thanks.

He's awake.

Would you like to have dinner

or see a movie sometimes?

Movie, dinner, yes!

Dinner, movie, yes!

I'm pretty tied up with him.

But I guess I could

fix it somehow.

Send me a message then.

Yep. Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

We forgot to change numbers.

Oh.

- Morning.

- Morning.

Morning.

- Bye.

- See you.

A man as a single parent...

It shows commitment. But

it's also a bit pathetic.

Also, courageous. All these

things women find hot.

Just flash some baby

pics in a bar...

Outrageous.

Make your own babies. Don't use

his pictures to score dates.

The pity points go down

as the child gets older.

How do you know?

My daughter's studying up north.

What? You have a child?

Yep. Why?

- If he sang?

- Samuli Edelmann?

- Absolutely.

- I'd screw him.

Colin Firth?

A bit old but I'd screw him.

No way. -Of course not.

How about Ryan Gosling?

I'd love to screw him!

- Antti Pasanen?

- Who?

No way. No offense, Pasanen.

Me neither.

Don't take it personally. But a man

looking after a baby is a wuss.

Single fathers just are not

sexually interesting. Right, Enni?

Wouldn't screw him, no.

Excuse me, dear ladies.

I haven't been able to

look after my sexuality.

Been too busy looking

after my child.

What do you want? A medal?

For looking after your own

child for a whole year?

History is made! Wow!

What do you think we all are

doing here, clay in, day out?

Cause you happen to be a man, doesn't

make it any more worthwhile.

Do you visit Pia's grave often?

No.

- You just can't?

- No. I can't.

Is she at the local cemetery?

Who?

- Pia.

- No, she's in Spain.

- Oh, sh*t.

- What?

Well, her ashes

were thrown to sea.

Scattered in the Mediterranean.

- Why?

- Right. Why?

Her parents live in Spain.

And?

It's not a topic I'm

willing to talk about.

Can't think of more lies. Can't

even remember the old ones.

Iiro split when I was

six months pregnant.

Terttu's father.

Lives out of town.

Doesn't want to have

anything to do with us.

I may be a bit out of line -

but I think it'd be easier to be in a

situation like you. -In what sense?

It'd be easier to tell her

that her daddy's dead -

instead of that he split and

never wants to see you.

Sorry.

Do you see it?

I do.

I can see her here and imagine

her on the high seas.

Heeling to the wind.

The sails are snapping. Salt

water spraying to the eyes.

Stinging on the skin.

The sun is shining.

Hard to see -

where the sea ends

and the sky begins.

When you close your eyes, you can

imagine yourself on the deck.

A terrible storm.

The oxygen rushes to your mouth.

Can't say anything -

can't even think.

You just feel free.

More than ever before.

Pretty good.

Maybe we should go?

Terttu won't sleep at night if

she catnaps a minute longer.

Look, a cute family.

How about this?

How are you feeling?

Pretty outstanding.

Mommy, mommy, look at this.

Nice. Let's go.

Right, the anniversary of sorrow.

Widow. Widow. Widow. Widow...

You're doing just fine.

That's for 8 years old and over.

Yeah, it's for me. Let's

get something for Paavo.

Not a word about Pia.

Why not?

The topic's still a bit sore.

- To whom?

- To me and Paavo.

- Tell Reponen too.

- What?

Not a word about Pia.

How about Helena?

Helena who?

The fad that he's

such a strong lad -

and celebrates his

first full year -

is more his own strength

than his daddy's credit

in his upbringing.

Paavo, congratulations. One

year down, many more to go.

Congrats, Paavo.

Can you take these?

I'll open the door.

Hi. Is that for Paavo Pasanen?

Do I need to sign somewhere?

No.

OK, thanks.

"Happy birthday, Paavo."

Now you can be in touch with

your mom whenever you want.

"Love, your mother Pia."

A cell phone? Who's so dumb to give a

phone to an 1-year old? A relative?

Don't know. You're right.

Don't know.

You don't know? There's a card.

No.

It doesn't have a name? Show me.

Enni, don't. - "Love,

your mother Pia."

- The one who's dead?

- What?

What?

Isn't that Pia dead? Ashes scattered

in the Mediterranean? -I'm not dead.

She is. Principally.

Spiritually.

And she does swim every

clay in the Mediterranean.

Have you been lying to me?

I had to.

But I can explain.

We're divorced.

You, shut up!

Go inside for a moment.

We have to go through

this among ourselves.

What are you... -This looks a bit

more dramatic than it actually is.

It looks a bit unpleasant.

I, I can explain.

Go ahead. Explain.

Well, Paavo...

You're so sick.

You make me puke.

Have to say, I'm

disappointed in you.

As a policeman, but

also, as a man.

- Go after her.

- What? After who?

- Enni.

- Why?

Not you. The other idiot!

- Okay!

- Peippo. Wait.

You take this.

- Enni! Wait!

- Go to hell.

Let me explain.

I don't want to hear.

I've seen a lot of sh*t in my time.

But this... f***!

It's a misunderstanding.

I was trying to help you.

I thought you were lonely.

Everyone tried to help.

Had to think about every word in

the park because of the dead wife.

Can't you see I've been admiring you?

Sitting up there, a 100 times.

There he sits, with a baby and a

bottle and won't even complain.

Now I now where we stand.

Being an a**hole is a man's privilege.

Don't be like that!

If you ever touch me again...

You never told me you know karate.

Why would've I?

I don't even know you.

Don't even want to know you.

It can't be like this. Enni?

Not a pleasant

surprise, I guess?

What do you want?

I've been putting myself back together.

Ah. And?

I'm in much better mental shape than...

well, you know.

Came all the way here to tell me that?

On Paavo's birthday?

I'm not trying to make a comeback.

First I thought I'd mail the present.

But then I realized I want to see my child.

Did I hear correct?

- My child? My child?

- Yes.

What do you mean, my child?

He's my son! Not yours!

He's mine as well. I want to see him.

Enough!

No one says a word!

Not a single word!

Listen, Paavo.

There's a lady out there

who'd like to see you.

This is only a start.

Our next year together

will be something else!

Daddy.

- What?

- Daddy.

What? Did you say something?

Did you say daddy?

- Did you just say daddy?

- Daddy.

Soon we can talk

about everything.

You'll tell me you

want to be a seaman.

You'll miss me but

will come back.

Paavo?

Paavo?

Paavo? Paavo!

Paavo!

Paavo!

- Paavo!

- Pasanen!

Daddy's right there.

No problem, no problem.

I was so hot, had to take a dip.

Very refreshing, the sea.

You know, Paavo

spoke to me today.

Guess what he said?

Some unpleasant lies to your face.

If he's your son.

You could've told me the truth.

I didn't have the nerve.

And when I did, it was way too late.

And way too much fun.

Right.

Can I tell you the

whole story now?

Enni?

- Tell me.

- Well...

To start with there was

this funny incident...

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