Night on Earth Page #7

I know what you meant,

you f***in' slimy fungus!

So, is that all?

No, that's not all.

He tells his wife that he's lost his job

and then about their car.

She becomes hysterical and

screams that she wants a divorce.

That he's no good as

a father or a husband.

And then she chases him from the house

with a big f***in' butcher's knife.

A bread knife.

A butcher's knife!

He said it was a bread knife!

- No, he made a point of saying it was

a butcher's knife! - OK, OK, OK, OK, OK.

OK.

Things could have been worse.

What could possibly be worse than that?

Okay, Mr. Taxi Man.

Whatever happened to you

that was worse than that?

You want me to tell you?

Yeah.

Do you have any children?

I have a son.

I have a daughter.

I'm glad I have a son

and not a daughter.

You're an idiot. A

daughter is much better.

That way you won't have a son

who'll grow up to be like you.

Even more important then, in your case.

- In your case, soon nothing

will be important! - Hey!

Knock it off!. Or you

idiots will have a long walk.

What about the terrible story

you were about to tell us?

I'm married.

That is terrible!

Big deal.

My wife and I both work hard. She

has a job, and I have two jobs.

We've been saving money because

we want to have a family.

A daughter or a son.

For a year we've

worked at having a baby.

Nice work if you can get it.

Shut up and let him finish.

Is that your wife?

Yeah.

Eija.

Anyway, after a while

my wife became pregnant.

We were so happy. My wife's

belly got bigger and bigger.

Then, in the sixth month,

she started feeling strange

so I took her to the

hospital right away.

Was she all right?

Well, I took her to the hospital

and they took her inside.

I was worried, waiting

and waiting for hours.

Finally the doctor came and told me

that Eija had a baby.

She was all right, and the

baby, a little girl, was alive.

I was so happy I was about to explode.

- A little daughter.

- Ya.

But the doctor looked worried.

He told me the baby was way too early.

So far she was okay, but

she was in an incubator.

And then he said

there was almost no

chance the baby would live.

So what happened?

The next day I brought my

wife home from the hospital,

but the baby stayed

there in the incubator.

You should have seen her though.

So tiny and perfect.

Tiny hands, tiny feet.

She was shaped like a little peanut.

But the doctor didn't give us much hope.

He said she wouldn't

live more than a week,

our tiny daughter.

Eija was so scared that

she was about to go crazy.

So I made a big decision.

I decided that I wouldn't

love this tiny little child.

If she was going to die, I would

have to stay strong and distant.

I couldn't stand the

pain of losing this child.

So I decided to kill my love.

A week went by, and the baby lived.

Then another week went

by, and part of a third.

After three entire weeks

the child was still alive.

But the doctor was still very negative.

That started to make me angry.

I sat up all night in the kitchen

while my poor wife lay

awake in the bedroom.

And I sat there, just as

the dawn was about to break.

The light outside was

just like it is right now.

Then Eija came to me and

said I'd made a mistake.

I realized she was right.

If that baby was going to

make it, it needed all my love.

The strongest love possible.

It was a relief.

I felt my love for that baby surge

through every pore of my worthless body.

I felt so happy and clear.

That little peanut was our child

and we cried out of happiness.

We tried to eat some

breakfast, but we couldn't.

Then we drove to the hospital.

We wanted that baby to feel

all the strength of our love.

At the hospital

the doctor was right there to meet us.

His face was very serious.

He took us aside.

And then he told us that

a short time earlier,

just before sunrise,

the baby had died.

Nothing could be done.

It was too late...

Hey.

Don't worry.

You and your wife can make another baby.

Maybe we can, sometime.

Such a sad story.

You're a good guy, Mika.

Aki is so full of sh*t.

His life isn't so terrible after all.

He f***in' whines

about such trivial sh*t.

Some people have got real troubles.

You're right, Mika.

You're a good man.

Hey.

We're almost home.

Take the next right, then

a left. That's our street.

What about your friend? Is he okay now?

F*** him.

Yeah, forget about him.

What about his wife, and the big knife?

What knife?

Oh, that. F*** it.

He'll push his way into one of our

houses if he can't get into his own.

He's a leech anyway.

Don't worry. Everything

will be all right.

Yeah. And send greetings

to your wife, Eija.

Yeah, give her my best too.

Hey. Aki.

Wake up, Aki!

Who the f*** are you?

Where the f*** am I?

You're in a f***ing taxi,

near your f***ing home

and you owe me the f***ing fare.

Yeah, I know. Nothin' for free.

Thanks.

You all right?

You know where you are?

Yeah.

Helsinki.

Morning, Aki.

Morning.

# When I was a boy #

# The moon was a pearl #

# And the sun was a yellow gold #

# But when I was a man #

# The wind blew cold #

# The hills were upside down #

# Oh, now that I #

# Have gone from here #

# There's no place #

# I'd rather be #

# Than to float my chances #

# On the tide #

# Back in the good old world #

# On October's last #

# I'll fly back home #

# Rolling down winding way #

# And all I've got's #

# A pocketful #

# Of flowers on my grave #

# But now summer is gone #

# I remember it best #

# Back in the good old world #

# I remember when #

# She held my hand #

# We walked home alone in the rain #

# How pretty her mouth #

# How soft her hair #

# Nothing can be the same #

# And there's a rose #

# Upon her breast #

# Where I long to lay my head #

# And her hair was so yellow #

# And the wine was so red #

# Back in the good old world #

# There's a rose #

# Upon her breast #

# Where I long to lay my head #

# And her hair was so yellow #

# And the wine was so red #

# Back in the good old #

# World ##

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