Miami
- Year:
- 2017
- 119 min
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Good evening, Hartola!
I'm Angela.
We are the Amazing Angels.
It's unbelievable she'd try
to bullshit us like that.
As if gas would cost that much.
I had a deal with him. It's my money!
Shut the f*** up!
Let me talk to him!
- Hey!
Shut up.
Give it back to me!
Now you better run, girl...
Come on!
Thanks for intervening.
It was brave of you.
Hi, I'm Angela.
- Anna.
Where do you live?
Straight ahead.
It's a 20-kilometer drive.
You don't have to take me...
- Of course I will!
I'm in no hurry anymore.
I had a room in the hotel, but Jakke,
that guy, might come looking for me.
- I don't think so.
Everything's closed for the winter.
Wow, your bone structure
is beautiful.
That show was so basic.
You should see us with real lights
and costumes and all.
Do I talk too much?
- No. Not at all.
If you can't find a hotel,
you can sleep at our house.
My house, I mean.
I live by myself. My clad died recently.
- Oh no.
There's plenty of room.
You're some kind of an angel.
Nice house.
Would you like tea or something?
- No thanks. I'm beat.
You want to say
Excuse me?
- I always say a night prayer.
I don't usually do that.
- I'll say it for you.
Dear Heavenly Father.
Thank You for today.
Thank You for everything
You have given us.
Thank You for bringing us
to a safe haven once again.
Amen.
Now I feel sleepy.
Praying relaxes the mind.
Good night.
Good night.
Good morning.
- Good morning.
Oh, coffee. Lovely. I so need it.
Could you go into the living room?
There's something for you
on the table.
This book?
- Yeah.
Dear Dad, How are you?
I'm good.
Bye! See you soon!
Angela
Okay.
I think I need a cigarette.
I don't know about that.
Why don't you let Tiina do that.
Do you remember anything about Dad?
I mean, I was really young
when they divorced.
I saw him a couple of times
after that.
I guess my mom and your mom
didn't really get along.
I must've written you
after Dad told me
I have a big sister.
- But he said your mom wouldn't give
you the letters anyway. - Oh no.
a lot back then.
It's pretty funny
how you found me now.
I have to get going.
I have a couple of gigs in Tampere
over the weekend.
But I don't know
how I'm going to make it.
I had an argument with the girls.
Driving alone is so exhausting.
You have a driver's license?
You'd want me to come with you?
- Why not.
And I have to do these gigs
because I owe some money.
I have work. I can't come.
Okay.
Well. It was really nice to see you.
Bye then, sis.
Wait!
I wonder why Dad didn't
contact you after Mom died.
Stop. No use dwelling on the past.
Everything turned out really well.
I don't smoke.
That's smart.
I also quit!
This will be a general report
about wind power subsidies...
She's so cool.
Look how well that coat fits her.
The way she holds her shoulders.
Hey, you could listen to this song.
I'd like to use it in the show.
And we'd dance to it together.
I don't know how to dance.
- Of course you do.
I'll show you.
It's not difficult at all.
No. Seriously.
I called the venue.
They weren't too happy -
when I told them
I wasn't bringing a group.
We'll do
really simple choreography.
A beginning and an end,
and we'll improvise in between.
One, two, three...
Then stop and pose.
One, two, three...
Breathe out.
Okay.
If someone in the audience shouts
at you, just smile at them.
Did you invite me along
just because of this?
Because you needed someone?
Let's just get this over with.
I can't do this.
Well, then we won't get any money.
But I can't force you.
Okay, I'll try.
Hey.
Imagine this is a club
in a Miami casino.
There are large windows at the back
and you can see this beautiful bay -
and lights and yachts.
The place is packed
with fine people.
Everyone is beautiful,
well dressed, rich and happy.
And they're all drinking champagne.
Bottles are opened.
Hear them pop.
Pop. POP-
Suddenly everyone becomes quiet.
It's dark.
You can barely make out
two figures onstage.
And we start dancing.
They all applaud.
But we don't even care.
We don't care about anyone else.
Just look at me.
Just keep looking at me
the whole time.
Show us your tits!
Nice ass!
Thanks! The audience was great.
Good evening.
Take us
to the most expensive bar in town.
Anna. You were great!
They shouldn't let whores in...
You're an impolite
and repulsive person.
If I wasn't here with my sister, I'd
smash your teeth against the counter.
Anna, let's go. Go, go.
Let me grab a couple of bottles,
and we'll go.
Our hands look alike.
Your ring finger is also longer
than your index finger.
It means you're ruled
by your emotions.
It's true with me at least.
I thought I might've been
a big disappointment to you -
because you left like that
in the morning.
I thought you might be embarrassed
having someone like me for a sister.
No.
You're the one Dad chose back then.
God arranged things once again.
When I had a rough time
I imagined you'd show up
and take me away.
I remember
you coming to see me once.
At times I thought
it was just a dream.
But it wasn't. It was you.
You were in my room.
I was really little.
You had long, curly hair -
and you wanted us to learn to fly.
I don't remember that.
We flapped our arms, -
even though I didn't believe
that would work.
But you kept flapping your arms
and lifted up in the air a bit.
Just a couple of centimeters.
I remember it clearly.
I guess I flew then.
That move at the end was great.
Hi, Angela.
- Hi. Okay. Hi.
Anna, let me talk to them a sec.
Why don't you go check
if they have drinks for us.
I don't have the whole amount yet,
but I'll get it.
You better not bump
He was pretty pissed off at you.
Three weeks. After that
things won't be so friendly.
I'm doing great. I'll get the money.
- Good.
Seriously. No problem.
I borrowed the money from a guy
who works at a club where I dance.
He ran into problems,
so he sold my debt to those guys.
Who are they?
- They work for this guy called Mertsi.
He has a company. They work
as bouncers and things like that.
They also do a bunch of other
things. Sell pills. And stuff.
How much do you owe?
About 30,000 euros.
30,000?
- I just paid 4,000.
Why'd you need so much?
- To start this group.
I had to get costumes and put up
a website and everything.
I'm not young anymore.
I had to do it now.
I've done private shows for years.
I've seen what happens to girls
when they get too old.
Now that I've done these shows,
I can easily get solo gigs.
I have connections.
If you get 500 euros per gig,
and you owe 26,000 euros...
...you have to do... 52 gigs.
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